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[alexfranbow]

more time skip bokuto (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

You wiggle your fingers close near his mouth, quickly retracting your hand before his teeth can clamp down around your fingers. Delving into a heap of giggles, "You were close that time." You say brushing his hair back, raking your fingers through his multicolored strands won't end up with slobbery fingers, much safer. You can feel him laugh, you're sitting on the bleacher directly behind him, letting him lull his head back onto your lap.

With nationals rearing it’s head the rest of the team is depending on you to show up to every practice to keep Bokuto in top shape. His moods, which are more stable as he's grown more confident in his ability, are still too much to handle especially with nationals rearing over everyone's heads. He's being an angel when you trace your finger down the slope of his sharp nose, not even trying to tilt his nose up to try and nip your fingers. "You're playing really well today Kō." You compliment him earnestly "Am I really?" He asks, he's just fishing for compliments now, "Yes really." You laugh softly, pinching his cheek. He smiles, tilting his head to the side, catching your pointer finger in his mouth, nibbling it with his canine. "Ewwww" You giggle airily, yanking your finger from his mouth, wiping his saliva away onto his jersey. "It's not "ewwww" when we kiss." He whines, you slot your hand over his mouth "Hey, that's different, don't be gross at practice." You shriek again when his licks your palm, it echos across the gym and a few of the guys toss looks your guys' way. You frown , feeling embarrassment, you give him a light flick to the forehead. "Oh c'mon, that was prime time, you really should've seen that coming." He rubs his forehead, soothing away the red mark with a pout.

When his water break ends, you're forced to continue to cheer him on from the sidelines, only him though, any cheering for any of his teammates results in his heart breaking a little. He even "sneaks" over when coach isn't looking, letting you feed him little clementine slices. If he didn't play so well you're sure you'd be kicked out for being such a distraction, luckily Bokuto is such a peacock, it might as well be a mating ritual. It's very cute in a "Let's get married and have a dozen athlete babies" sort of way. "What're you thinkin' about?" He pops up in front of you which makes you jump, "Er-- nothing, nothing." You deny, waving your hand dismissively. "Uh-huh..., ready to go?" He squints at you, yanking you up when you nod. He's slightly clammy with sweat, not too bad compared to other practices. The entire way home he whines that you should tell him whatever you were thinking about earlier, while you deny him of his curiosity, you wonder if wearing a wedding ring would affect his ability to play.

dividers by @strangergraphics

[alexfranbow]

God forbid Michael has some FNAF whimsy

[alexfranbow]

“The Soulmate Theory”

Summary: Bokuto is convinced you’re soulmates because you stock his favorite snacks.

“You restocked the strawberry Pocky?”

Bokuto’s golden eyes sparkle like he just won the lottery as he stands in front of the pantry, cradling the box like it's made of gold. You peek over your laptop from the couch, raising an eyebrow.

“I live here too, y’know,” you reply. “Maybe I wanted some.”

“But you don’t even like strawberry Pocky!” he gasps, clutching his chest. “You like the almond crush ones! I accidentally ate yours last week and you gave me the silent treatment for two hours.”

“That was not the silent treatment. That was me choosing peace,” you mutter, going back to typing. “You talk enough for both of us.”

“Y/n.” His voice drops a dramatic octave. “Be honest with me right now.”

You glance up again. Bokuto’s face is serious now—too serious for someone in a hoodie with cartoon owls on it.

“What?”

“Are we soulmates?”

You blink.

“What?”

He flops down beside you on the couch like a man defeated by love. “You always remember my favorite snacks. You tell the barista to add extra whipped cream when you pick up my drinks. You know I hate soggy cereal and you never let me pour milk first—that’s fate, y/n.”

You burst out laughing. “You think remembering your snack preferences means we’re soulmates?”

“YES! You even peeled the plastic off my vitamin gummies last week when my wrist was sore! Who does that unless they’re destined to be together?!”

You shake your head, a grin tugging at your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you smiled,” he sings, inching closer, grinning that megawatt Bokuto smile that makes your stomach flip even though you wish it didn’t. “Admit it. You think we’re soulmates too.”

“I think,” you say slowly, “that I am the only one in this apartment with functioning executive brain power and a calendar app.”

“Ouch.” He pouts. “I bought you flowers last week.”

“They were plastic.”

“Everlasting love!” he chirps.

You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing again, and Bokuto’s gaze softens when he sees the light in your eyes. He’s quiet for a beat.

Then: “I meant it, y’know. Even if you don’t think we’re soulmates or whatever… I’m really glad you’re here.”

That quiet part? That’s what always gets you.

You glance away, heart skipping. “I’m glad too.”

A moment passes. Bokuto suddenly stands and claps his hands.

“Okay. I’m gonna build a blanket fort.”

“…Why?”

He flashes a wide smile. “Because there’s only one bed in all soulmate scenarios and I’m not trying to scare you off. So we need neutral territory.”

You stare.

Then smirk.

“…Need help?”

---

An hour later, the living room is a maze of pillows, chairs, and a giant comforter hanging from curtain rods. Bokuto lies inside, cheeks pink with joy, a string of fairy lights glowing above.

You crawl in beside him, both of you wrapped in the soft glow and the quiet comfort of the moment.

“…Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I promise I’ll buy your almond Pocky next time.”

You pause, heart doing that fluttery thing again.

“…You’re such a sap.”

“I know. But I’m your sap.”

You try not to smile.

You fail.

And maybe—just maybe—soulmate theories aren't that ridiculous after all.

[alexfranbow]

yandere Isekai trope

What if you wake up in another world and nothing is quite as it was before you fell asleep? Everything looked different—hell, even you looked different, wearing a strange school uniform.

That’s when a screen appears before you:

“In order to leave this place, you must get along with the yandere of this universe and identify—plus avoid—their darling. Good luck, and don’t get yourself killed.“

So that’s why you’re standing in front of the classroom the screen assigned you to. Peering inside, nobody seems to notice your presence. You take a seat and inspect every person carefully… 

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Is he not in this school?

But then he walked in, head slightly bowed to avoid drawing attention to himself. Yet somehow, you knew it had to be him. It was a gut feeling, strong and undeniable. The boy was quite tall and lean, with little muscle, a gentle appearance, and hair that fell over his face. His expression was unsure.

He’s supposed to be the yandere? You smirked to yourself. Definitely manageable.

As he took his seat, you came up to him and warily sat yourself down next to him. He didn’t even bother glancing up, absorbed in whatever he was sketching in his notebook. 

You’d figured you should try befriending him—gain his trust so he (hopefully) wouldn’t hurt you.

Your first interaction with him was short-lived 

“Hey, I’m new here. Uh…what’s your name?“

…

Shit. 

You take a peek at his notebook.

“That’s a really pretty drawing! You’re very talented!“

“…Thank you.“ 

Were you the first person he’d spoken to? It sure felt like it. You almost felt bad for him.

As time went on, you tried every tactic to win him over. After countless failed attempts, you finally earned his tolerance, maybe even fondness. Now, he even waits for you after class, which was…kind of cute. You learned his name was Luca, a shy boy who loved to draw and read comics.

It made sense for him to be a yandere, you thought. 

Eventually, he grew clingy. You didn’t mind. If anything, his attachment meant he wouldn’t turn on you later…right?

But you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t grown on you, too. If not for the yandere thing, you’d actually enjoy your late-night talks (it’s more of a one-sided conversation, but oh well…) and the times when you did school projects together at your house and he gets flustered by being in your space. 

But you’re forgetting something really important, aren’t you? 

“Hey, my name is Lola! It’s nice to meet you all!“ 

She was an awfully cheery girl who just transferred here. The kind of girl boys fell for. Even…

You turn your head to study Luca’s reaction.

His expression was unreadable, but this has to be her—the darling. Now, you just had to avoid her as much as possible.

“Thank you. You can sit now. Uh…you! You’ll show Lola around and partner with her for the upcoming project.“

The teacher pointed directly at you.

Aw, shit.

Arguing was pointless, so you agreed. But you could feel Luca’s glare burning into you as Lola beamed beside you.

“I hope we become good friends!“

You spent the rest of class ignoring him, but dread coiled in your stomach. 

After class, as everyone scattered, you grabbed Luca‘s wrist before he could leave. “Listen, I…I really like you. I don’t want anything to change what we have. Once I finish what the teacher asked, I‘ll stay away from her, okay?“

He blinked in surprise, then smiled. “I-I didn’t think you’d understand. Thank you so much.“

And with that, he left.

At least that went well.

Or so you thought.

Lola was determined to befriend you. No hint, no brush-off worked. The more time you spent with her, the more Luca withdrew. His distance made you paranoid—rightfully so.

Today was another dreadful day and you were the only one left in school working on an assignment—too scared to walk home now that it was already this dark out. After packing up, you sighed and headed out—until a strange noise made you stop in place. 

Against your better judgement, your feet dragged you to the source, scared of what you would find.

That’s when you saw an open classroom and heard a piercing scream from inside. Your stomach dropped and hands started shaking.

There he was, repeatedly stabbing a person, who was so familiar to you, you almost threw up. Lola. Luca was hunched over her. He must’ve heard you, because his head slowly turned, blood splattered across his face.

“You? My darling… you weren’t supposed to see this.“

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!“ You backed away.

He looked like he was the one who had just been stabbed. His lips trembled.

“W-What do you mean? I did this for us! She wouldn’t stop bothering you! She deserved this—ALL OF IT! She wanted to take you away from me, can’t you see? You told me you didn’t want anything to change what we have, so please, please don’t look at me with that look. I love you so much, please…“

What have you done?

[alexfranbow]

only threw this party for you

tags: obsessive yandere!ex bf x gn!reader, ex!bf runs for presidency just to get your attention, sorry non-americans this story takes place in america

The breakup was less than amicable. It had ended with you in tears, yelling at him to get off your porch, and him banging on your door, begging you to open it.

Not only did you block him online, you had all of your friends, their parents, your parents, your neighbors, your boss, your coworkers... everyone you talked to? Made them block him. You went as far as to get a restraining order.

Did that deter him at all? No, it did not.

In fact, it got so bad you wondered how he had all this free time in his hands.

He would physically show up at your workplace, or hide in the bushes of your parents' home every time you came to visit, and on one extreme occasion he kidnapped your dog and refused to let him go until you spoke to him.

And the gifts! How could you forget about the gifts. Letters, postcards, mysterious boxes appeared on your front door containing expensive perfumes and clothes and makeup.

And there were other strange things that you were sure were his doing, although you couldn't explain it. For instance, one Valentine's Day -- two years after your break up, the first time you'd finally been ready to start dating again -- your car broke down, and coincidentally, your date's did, too. You ended up staying home.

Eventually your boss -- the kind and lovely woman that she is -- allowed you to transfer branches. You moved to a whole new city, began going by a new name, cut your hair and dyed it. There was no way he could find you in a city with a population of over a million people.

New man, new job, new life... It was easy for you to forget about him. But him, you?

[time skip: nine years]

"C'mon, babe," your new boyfriend (err, fiancé) patted on the sofa seat besides him. "Your favorite TV show's on."

"Hold on," you called out from the kitchen, grabbing two spoons and a pint of ice ice cream before plopping down into his arms. He opened the pint while your eyes were fixed on the TV.

The two of you watched your show for a few minutes in silence (except for the clinking sound of metal spoons as you fought for ice cream). Eventually the episode was interrupted by an ad break, prompting you to groan annoyedly.

"Greedy companies..." you mumbled, licking your spoon.

"Babe, isn't that the crazy ex you told me about??"

"Huh?"

Your eyes shot up at the screen, and sure enough, there he was. Behind him was the American flag, and he was giving the camera a thumbs up as a booming voice narrated, "Can he fix the economy? Can he fix the schools? Can he fix global warming? Can he? Can he? YES! He can!" Patriotic music blared from the speaker unexpectedly, and your boyfriend rushed to turn down the volume.

The rest of the commercial concluded with your ex boyfriend urging viewers to vote for him for president.

"What the hell is going on? Is this a prank?"

Opening social media would quickly confirm this was not indeed a prank. People were raving about your ex online; hell, his name was a trending hashtag.

"Could we have our hottest president ever?"

"Ranking the hottest presidential candidates..."

"We better not fumble him like we fumbled Kamala..."

One CNN headline boasted: "Youngest man to run for president in the history of American politics... And election polls suggest he might win!"

"I didn't know your ex was interested in politics," your fiancé said, eyebrows furrowed.

"He's not. He's literally a physics major."

"Feeling nervous?"

Your ex boyfriend glanced up. "Do I look nervous?"

The president -- an elderly man, hair greyed from stess -- laughed and slung him arm around his shoulder. "Word of advice: man up sooner rather than later. The next four years are going to be hell if you don't. Better embrace the coming storm."

"Uh, Mr. President?" A woman dressed in a suit called out from behind them. Both men looked back.

"The new one or the old one?" the old man joked.

"We're going live in five minutes," she said.

All around the world, headlines covered the peaceful transfer-of-power between the former American president and the newest, most handsome one yet.

Your ex boyfriend smiled for the flashing lights, looked where the news reporters and journalists told him to look, and greeted all the world leaders who had come for his inauguration. The whole world was watching.

And he knew that amidst the billions, you were there too, watching in disbelief. He would never let you forget him. Every time you opened the news for the next four years (fuck, eight, should he choose to run for re-election if you don't agree to date him again), his face would be there. His name would be there. Haunting you.

[alexfranbow]

Yandere who breaks into your home and just won't leave.

Tw. Stalking, Yandere, nsfw themes, blackmail

You came back one day from work, tired as hell, only to find some strange man sitting on your couch with some boxes scattered around him. You threatened to call the cops, to scream and get him out, but he remained strangely calm if not a little boyishly eager.

"H-heh, I knew you'd be kind of upset. Don't worry, I already paid your rent for the next few months. T-took a bit of time to scrape together, but you're worth it babe."

When you then persisted on throwing him out, he simply took out a folder with shaking hands and showed you a mile wide stack of compromising photos that he'd somehow taken while you were completely unaware.

"Don't worry. I won't release them unless you make me."

So now you lived with your stalker now turned roommate.

It was strange. You couldn't kick him out, so you were forced to tolerate him. At first, you thought you could just wait until he left so you could hastily change the locks, but he just never left. He worked on his computer saying he had a remote job, and all of the groceries were delivered to the door. You didn't even have a chance to try and stop him.

He would creep his way into your bed at night, cook you breakfast, and act like nothing was wrong.

Yandere who likes to take photos of you openly now.

He snaps his camera at you while you brush your teeth or put on shoes. Every angle of you has been painstakingly catalogued and printed out in the albums now scattered on every table. He especially liked having pictures of the two of you together.

"Hehe, I used to have to edit myself in..."

You really didn't like mulling over what that could've possibly meant, so you just chose to gloss over it.

Yandere who likes to bathe and pamper you. It's so domestic that it's almost sickening. He makes homemade soaps to lather your skin in, and he's not half bad at making scrubs either. He learns how to do your hair in every style you like, and if you like getting your nails done, he learns that too. You asked him if it was to help save you money, but his reply was... less than ideal.

"I just don't want anyone else to touch you," He said sheepishly as he stashed the strands of your hair to use for god knows what.

Yandere who doesn't stop you from going out and living your life, but the second you get home, he's all over you. he's like your second skin, and even though you try to push him off, he just keeps nuzzling into your neck and practically humping your leg.

"C'mon! I was so good today... I cleaned and everything! At least kiss me!"

He becomes more and more comfortable in your apartment, and you slowly start to live with it as well. After all, a clean home, good food, rent paid and he pampers you like crazy: It's not exactly the worst deal in the world. Plus, he hasn't actually made any moves on you yet. No, most days he sits there smiling at you with a dopey grin and an obvious, untouched bulge in his sweatpants. He never touches himself around you, so at least he had the decency to not do that.

All in all, he's not the worst thing that could've broken into your home. Sure, it's not what you'd ever have wanted, but your starting to grow fond of this strange intruder. After all, it's hard to not be just a little bit endeared when he's snuggling up close and seeking your warmth like it was the only thing on the planet that mattered.

[alexfranbow]

The bitterness kills Michael Afton in FNAF..

[alexfranbow]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ paranoid yandere prompts

"you were gone for seven minutes. you said you'll only be gone for five. what happened in those two minutes, huh? who were you talking to?"

"why won't you look me in the eyes anymore? look at me. just me. only me."

cries when you look even the slightest bit upset at him.

"what did i do? please, don't look at me like that! i hate it, i hate it so much!! just tell me what to do, and i'll do it. anything!"

mumbles about you in his sleep, how he'll never let you slip out of his grasp into the hands of someone underserving of your goodness.

"hmm.. *snores* precious... if i catch.. *snores* you with... *snores* someone else.. i will.... *snores* kill them..."

d1 overthinker. bro imagines you running away with that one guy you made eye contact with for 0.2 seconds at the grocery store.

needs reassurance 24/7, he'll go insane from his thoughts alone.

"you love me and only me, right? you'll never leave me? promise?"

[alexfranbow]

a request.... yandere bi han self aware x readerrrrr

SELF AWARE! YANDERE BI-HAN X READER

WARNINGS: average yandere tendencies such as possessiveness and delusion, ooc bi-han cuz it's for story purposes, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended

A/N: still a diehard sagau fan after all these years lmao. i made my kung lao self aware fics over a year ago inspired by sagau/sahsrau fics, and i was surprised by how much people liked it. so here i am with a version with bi-han. perhaps you guys may get another version of this with another mortal kombat character... maybe a character that just happens to be a sexy a-lister. (also?? is this like... SAMKAU?? self aware mortal kombat alternate universe?? can we make that a thing?? idk. i'm excited to keep writing this.. uh.. samkau?? stuff.)

- sub-zero was always your favorite character. when mortal kombat 1 was announced, you were overjoyed by seeing his inclusion on the roster, and his new design. you didn’t mind all the changes the new timeline made; you just wanted to have some fun and watch your favorite man kick some ass.

- you wanted to play the story mode as soon as possible before being spoiled by other fans on social media. but when you did, something strange seemed to happen with your favorite character.

- during the story, when you finally got to play as him in a later chapter, he was much more powerful than any other character so far. it's as if fights were over in an instant, with the enemies only needing one hit to fall. but you assumed it was just a harmless glitch. it was a new game and all, so it wouldn’t be abnormal for there to be some bugs here and there.

- but the more you played, the more conscious the game felt. not only was sub-zero the only character with strangely powerful abilities, but he was the only character you could play as. every time you tried to play as someone else, the game crashed. he also seemed to have voice lines when you went idle. if you let the game run while you left to take a break, you could hear bi-han through your headphones saying something along the lines of: "where do you think you’re going? you must come back."

- incredibly uncomfortable by these occurrences, you turned off the game, hoping it was just a glitch that'll be fixed overnight. but as the game was closed and you went to sleep, there was an emptiness on the other side of the screen.

- bi-han was at a loss for words. he felt an otherworldly presence being emitted nearby. he just couldn't put his finger on it, until you controlled him. his body didn't feel like his own. he felt you control his strikes and protect him from attacks by moving his body like a puppet on a string. despite the initial discomfort of losing self-control, it was still a warm, exhilarating feeling. he felt as if his force grew under your guidance. you made him feel stronger, and that's all he's ever wanted. but when your control disappeared, so did the warmth and power. he felt empty without you. his heart ached as your presence faded. you weren't completely gone, but it still upset him that you weren't guiding him anymore.

- especially when you shifted to guide kuai liang. how dare that failure of a brother take you away from him? and how could you leave him so easily, so quickly? he didn’t do anything wrong, so why leave him?

- he was fueled with a rage he never felt before. not just from the betrayal of his brother, but from the betrayal of you. a warm, advantageous figure that he never knew he needed, suddenly taken away once he got the chance to feel you. he had to fix this as soon as possible.

- he tried to guide you, just as you did for him. he did this by making sure only he could be controlled by you. nobody else can have his strength. with you by his side, his power will never be rivaled again. in order to convince you of this fact, he decided to show off a bit and defeat every opponent he faced within seconds. if he showed you how unstoppable you two can be, surely that’ll persuade you into never leaving him again…

- he thought his plan was working. until you powered your device off, and he was stuck in the cold abyss once more. bi-han is used to the cold. it was nothing new for him. but now that he’s finally gotten a taste of you, and felt you? he can’t stand the bitter, soulless atmosphere of his fictitious life anymore. without you, he has nothing. it’s tedious, and lonely. as much as he hates to admit it, he needs you. badly. desperately. he was your favorite, wasn't he? so why leave him? he did so much for you, to keep you from deserting him. he upgraded himself and downgraded everyone else, so you know he's the only one for you. he was clinging onto the hope that you’ll be impressed by his skills, and you won’t betray him again. but this time? he may just lose his mind. come back. you must come back to him.

[alexfranbow]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Ouran Academy

TW: Neglect

You weren’t wanted by either of your parents. That had been the cold hard truth that you had known since you were nine years old.

Your mother was a member of a wealthy family. While she wasn’t the heiress, that title belonging to her older sister, she still had a lot of money at her disposal, and took long trips to different places.

That was how she met Bruce, and she had a one night stand with him.

She didn’t realize she was pregnant until it was too late for a termination, and her parents threatened to cut her off if she gave up their grandchild. So she reluctantly kept you.

You were mostly raised by a revolving door of nursemaids and babysitters until you were five, and your mother deemed you old enough to be alone. You saw your mother about three times a year, during which she would play a doting mother in public before verbally tearing you down in private.

You were five when you understood you were a burden to her. You were eight when you stopped desperately searching for her love.

You were nine when she died in an accident, and your biological father had to take you. (Your grandparents were too old to take care of you, and your aunt was rarely seen outside of a board room, and was unwilling to take you.)

You had a few days of hope for a family, since Bruce Wayne was known for being an amazing father to his children.

That belief was shattered after you moved in and you were basically shunned by everyone. Bruce was cold and rushed around you. Tim was cold and distant. Dick acted nice, but he barely gave you a minute of notice. Even Alfred was constantly brushing you off, though he had a decent excuse.

The final hope was shattered when, three weeks after you moved in, your birthday passed unacknowledged and unnoticed. The only sign of it was the text from your grandparents and the package you received from them two days later, filled with nice dresses for you.

You grew up quietly, keeping to yourself. You had weekly calls with your grandparents, but didn’t mention the family.

The breaking point was when you were 13, and Damian arrived. You thought now, finally, you would have someone like you. That belief lasted six hours, until you were almost stabbed by the menace.

It was one of the first times the family spoke to you, and it was to tell you not to overreact. You barely held back the rebuke and bitter laughter.

The worst part about Damian’s arrival? The fact they loved him. Even though he kept acting out and threatening people and generally being a prick, Bruce made time for him and brought him to meals. Dick showered him in affection. Even Alfred was softer with him. It wasn’t fair. You were a perfect kid and they didn’t care about you, but in comes a kid with the same story as you but with a worse attitude, and he is loved unconditionally?!?

It wasn’t fair.

After the fifth time Damian almost killed you without reprimand, you contacted your grandparents and asked about returning to the country. They eagerly told you about a high school in Japan that wasn’t far from one of their houses, filled with people of your status and known for giving its graduates a great advantage in later years.

Two days later, you approached Bruce with the papers to okay your move for the school year and signing custody over to your grandparents temporarily while you were in Japan. You had a whole speech prepared in your mind defending the choice, but he signed without even bothering to ask any questions. (You didn’t cry, even as you felt a lump in your throat. Despite everything, you thought he would at least care enough to ask questions.)

You boarded a plane a month later, reading your new textbooks as you flew. You took the sparkling champagne (non alcoholic) from the flight attendant and raised your glass in the direction of Japan, your new future.

“To Ouran Academy and my future there.” You murmur softly before downing some of your drink.

Edit: I hope you all like this! I’ve been working on it for a while, and hopefully this isn’t too bad. My finals are next week, so wish me luck!

[alexfranbow]

oh he’s wild i love him

thinking of a mentally unstable! yandere who craves your affection.

he’s self destructive. he can’t help it, the feeling of validation he gets carving your name again and again into you skin. he wants you to be a part of him forever, and he craves your love more than anything the could imagine. he doesn’t care, so long as you love him.

it’s overwhelming, to say the least. you fear him, and yet he longs for your attention. there are times where you feel as though you really can’t help him, and the worst part about it is that he doesn’t even want to.

there are times he says he hates you as well. he scratches at his skin and screams at you, leaving you on your knees and clutching at your ears. those are the worst nights of all, seeing him become a victim to his own mood swings. sometimes he’s able to snap himself back, staring down at you and the mess he’s caused before sinking besides you, rocking you in his arms as he shakily promises that it’s going to be okay, that the two of you are fine.

[alexfranbow]

thinking of your very own yandere! best friend!

you don’t know he’s a yandere of course. he’d never let you see that twisted part of you, and some days there’s such an intensity about him that you’re fearful to ask. he’s a nice guy, clingy perhaps but generally speaking he’s polite, but there’s always something so unsettling about him.

you found him crying one day, leant up against the walls of a corridor with his hands around his head. sobs were pouring from his lips and snot dribbled down his nose and your heart filled with pity. you curled up besides him, offering him a half empty bottle filled with water and patting his shoulder.

it was an act of basic kindness but one he held to his heart greatly. he latched onto you like a leach, and you soon came to find out that he was quite pleasant company. he surprised you with gifts made of origami and doodled your name with pretty letters.

some lunchtimes you’d spend holed up in a classroom. he told you he had a sister, and he’d plait braids into your hair. he didn’t enjoy eating lunch but he’d bring some anyways and hand it to you as he sat you down in the chair to work his magic.

you didn’t know he lied about having a sister. nor did you know about the hours he spent tugging at his hair to practice playing with yours. he wanted to be your ideal, to be so perfect you could hardly believe, and to whisk you into your arms with a promise to run away together.

[alexfranbow]

i also was playing crk and complaining about not getting burning spice so i never had a chance with either of them to begin with 💔💔

bro that theory of telling your friends ab guys you find cute is a recipe for disaster is correct bc what do you mean i tell my friends that i was sandwiched between two hot guys in the hallway and suddenly i have one girl asking me if i want one of their numbers and another girl is bonding with me bc we both have “crushes” on the same guy….

[alexfranbow]

bro that theory of telling your friends ab guys you find cute is a recipe for disaster is correct bc what do you mean i tell my friends that i was sandwiched between two hot guys in the hallway and suddenly i have one girl asking me if i want one of their numbers and another girl is bonding with me bc we both have “crushes” on the same guy….

[alexfranbow]

Bitter Beasts ── .✦

Burning Spice Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, and Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader (separate)

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Burning Spice Cookie ঔঌ

You, out of all cookies, are the lover of a beast! Sounds exciting, right? It would be, if only that beast had not basically bounded you to his side for eternity. Not to mention, your partner is quite the brute. As a former subordinate, you could handle Burning Spice Cookie's roughness from afar. But as his lover? Circumstances become too overbearing.

It is hard to know how you gained the attention of the Great Destroyer. You were an underling, a cookie who was loyal to Burning Spice until the end. Of course, the beast has many followers, some more faithful than you were, but that mattered not. One uneventful day turned into the opposite, and the next thing you knew, you were forbidden to stray from his sight.

Burning Spice Cookie enjoys keeping you at his side, where he can see you at all times, and you get to see his lust for carnage upfront. It is a brutal sighting, really, but he believes you knew what you were getting into the second you bowed down to him.

He never thought he would entertain an emotion such as love, but your looks alone were so enticing, pulling him in a way that he could not understand. He attempted to ignore you, as you were much weaker than him, but that fell short.

No matter your nervous refutes, Burning Spice Cookie decided to keep you for himself. He found little reason in your daily battles, so he removed those and replaced them with the opportunity of sparring him.

Burning Spice Cookie relishes the way you grow weary, as all cookies do when facing him. Your face is especially delightful, though. It merely tempts him to push you towards your limits. Is it not wonderful to be blessed with the chance of fighting him every day?

If you were to agree, then you fail to show it. Even though you have been honored with the title of his partner, you seem so distant, and that frustrates him to no extent.

Burning Spice Cookie keeps a watchful eye on you, and he notices exchanges that leave a shadow looming on his face. Specifically, your exchanges with Nutmeg Tiger Cookie.

You appear so... friendly with her. In truth, it is a normal relationship between acquaintances, but even that is enough to bother Burning Spice Cookie. How can you act in such a way towards your former general but behave so still with your lover? You should be ecstatic he chose you as his partner, yet you stay quiet.

Over time, Burning Spice Cookie becomes more observant of you. Any actions between you and Nutmeg Tiger leave him seething. He feels inclined to crumble the hybrid, yet he has abstained.

When confronted, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie is bewildered. She would never dare to take what is owned by her master. Her lord's interrogation causes her to avoid you much more, which Burning Spice Cookie is somewhat pleased with.

Even so, you are not left unpunished. You have been left bounded to his temple for an unknown period of time, either stuck in his quarters or beside Burning Spice Cookie on his throne. Around your dough, he keeps a tight grip, as if the slightest loosening would allow you to run from him.

It's safe to say you should best keep away from the spice tribes, lest you want them to meet their maker. Not like you can converse with another, much less go anywhere for that to be given a chance. The overbearing beast constantly near is sure to deny such.

"I will not hesitate to crumble the next cookie that speaks to you."

Mystic Flour Cookie ˳༄꠶

For reasons unknown, a certain beast has taken a liking to you. You might have been relieved when it was Mystic Flour Cookie, as she seems so peaceful. Would it be that hard to escape her obsession with you?

To your surprise, it was. You underestimated her pure strength. Cloud Haetae Cookie led you to believe his goddess was just as benevolent as she was in the past, but you soon faced how ugly she could get when you attempted to leave.

Mystic Flour was a sweet cookie, welcoming you in as the humble traveler you are. Somehow, you knew nothing of her origins, oblivious of her true identity, and she took advantage of that.

You were so kind, demonstrating your respect in the way you first bowed to her. She believed cookies to be selfish, as her own followers caused her suffering for their own desires.

But you? No, you were much more considerate. Also foolish, but she cherished your admiration more. It was strange to discover a cookie filled with little wishes, as even Mystic Flour Cookie displayed her own greed when she decided to take you in for her own pleasures.

You were unaware that your relationship with the beast was developing into something more until it was too late. Of course, you had other places to go, but Mystic Flour Cookie gave you no exit. As anyone else would be, you were confused. Then she spoke of her growing affection for you.

As sweet as love is, you could not accept hers. You did not envision the relationship working out since you love to explore while she remains in one region. It would be a long-distance relationship if anything.

Mystic Flour Cookie was disheartened by your response. Ever since she turned the way she is now, being told no is foreign to her. She cannot believe all of the meals she shared with you meant nothing. She refuses to accept this outcome; therefore, she will make her own.

All of your freedom is stripped from you, now locked away inside of the Ivory Pagoda. The only cookies who are allowed to see you are herself and the cloud haetae. She continues to linger around you as if nothing ever happened, and your complaints are met with silence.

No matter your immature fits, the end result will persist. The beast knows you'll gradually adapt to your new life.

Throughout the process, Mystic Flour Cookie has found a fact to be displeasing. Cloud Haetae Cookie, her most devoted follower, is seen around you plenty. He is the one to retrieve you when his lord needs you, yes, but outside of those times, you are alongside him instead of her.

Gaining a snoopy trait, Mystic Flour Cookie finds out the reason why. In some way, Cloud Haetae Cookie has become a form of comfort for you. When he shifts into his haetae form, you bring him into a big cuddle.

Without a doubt, Mystic Flour Cookie is upset. She almost feels childish for her emotions when she knows you will come her way soon, but still. You choose to snuggle her devotee rather than her? How offensive.

Rather than pointing it out, the apathetic cookie subtly hints towards her bitterness when conversing with her pet. Cloud Haetae Cookie knows what to infer and expresses sorrow for what he unknowingly caused.

Unfortunately, that means your consolation prize separates themselves from you. Oh, but worry not. If you are in need of a warm embrace, then your lover is right beside you. She will not be going anywhere else anytime soon.

"Escaping is futile. All you require is here. With me."

Shadow Milk Cookie ⋆.˚𖦹⋆

A special jester has decided to entertain you forever! It comes off as nice, as you would never be bored for another second of your life. Well, reality differs from that. Some jokes are not exactly jokes, and you found that out the hard way.

Your current situation is bad enough, but your regret worsens when you know you could have avoided this entirely. If only you had not strayed from your friends. Instead, you chose to abandon the inn they took place in, too eager to advance further up the path.

In hindsight, skipping straight into a beast's territory is a dumb idea, but you had the audacity, like Gingerbrave did. Though, you did not live up to it.

You found yourself trapped in the loops of the spire, and you were on the brink of death when encountering one enemy after another. To your rescue, Shadow Milk Cookie took the time out of his day to come see what all the ruckus was about.

That marks the moment he locked eyes with you, a cookie all alone and obviously not his main target. Nonetheless, he plucked you from where you stood and took you elsewhere. Shadow Milk Cookie does not usually give one mercy, but something about you led him to do so. Perhaps it was the fight in your tone, even after appearing so pitiful.

Ever since then, you have kept a part in his group of liars. Or that is what you say to comfort yourself from the fact that the beast clearly favors you. You expected a brutal crumbling and assumed all of his teasing remarks along the way were to make things worse.

Yet you soon realized that your death was far from approaching. Shadow Milk Cookie seems to approve of keeping you. To enhance your experience at the tower, he tends to call you pet names that you feel inclined to brush off. It is hard to ignore them now, when it is clear he does not keep the same trait for his other assistants.

Shadow Milk Cookie refuses to explicitly state your relationship status, despite your constant pestering of the question. Why would he tell you what he wants with you? Seeing you in distress is much more entertaining, even though he knows very well that he has a little crush on you, and maybe revealing such would be better.

If you ceased your inquiries, it would not be difficult to guess your awaited answer. You have a personal room that he has formed, but it shifted into a shared one. He barges into your space too often to consider it your own.

The primary factor: Shadow Milk possesses a trait of being touchy. Overly so. Always his hand on your own or his arms wrapped around you. It would be appropriate to call you both one being at this point.

Regardless of all the hints of pure love that Shadow Milk Cookie has given you, you show no signs of reciprocation, which is clear enough to bug anyone. Do you not know it hurts to be rejected by the one you love? Why are you so stubborn? Stop fighting this.

To worsen matters for him, you save your attention for his admirers. He had caught you in the act, watching over another petty fight caused by Candy Apple Cookie that she inflicted on Black Sapphire. Your unlabeled lover does not see what you find so enjoyable in those two. Why hang around his underlings? Are they funny? Well, most of their tricks are learned from him! What is the point in staying around those newbies when he is right here?

Shadow Milk Cookie is jealous of few things, and the truth of Candy Apple and Black Sapphire contributing to those few things really ticks him off. And it is all over some cookie he willingly took in. You were not supposed to awaken such ugly emotions in him. You were planned to be a mere puppet, not his new fixation.

When confronted by the dramatic cookie, Black Sapphire Cookie was apologetic but also knowing. He did not expect his master to gain a romantic interest, but Shadow Milk Cookie is full of surprises. With that said, Black Sapphire is sure to stray from your path.

Candy Apple Cookie was mainly focused on showing her remorse for her actions. Her ally had to explain the truth behind their lord's questioning to her. All you need to understand is that you acquired a new rival.

You were hoping for salvation, but that all came to a pause when your one savior turned reclusive. It does not look like your state of affairs will be turning up for you anytime soon.

Shadow Milk Cookie enjoys the way the glimmer of hope in your eyes die. It would be best for you, and him, to accept the way things are. But hold no fear; he can be a very caring lover when he wants to be. Just behave to his liking, ok?

"Awwh, what's wrong, sweetie? Wanna go home? Well, too bad!"

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[alexfranbow]

THEM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND!

includes : ken ryuguji and baji keisuke. they are in their late teens/early 20s.

note : UR WELCOME TO THE FOURTEEN REQS IN MY INBOX BEGGING FOR BAJI CONTENT! i was gonna write mitsuya and mikey but i got tired lol

ken ryuguji as your boyfriend.

he loves taking you out on his bike. he likes how you hold him so tightly, and he likes the feeling of your cheek pressed against his back. when you first asked him, he was a little wary at first because he was kind of scared you might get hurt, but who was he to say no to his girl?

the girls at the brothel fucking love you. you exchange makeup tips and self care remedies, they pinch your cheek and tell you how cute you are. "hi love, what are you doing here looking so pretty!? ain't she pretty, kenny? yeahh he thinks so, look at him, he's blushing" "'course i think she's pretty, i'm the one dating her" oh and they love to give you life advice too; men, money, independance, all of it. draken is embarassed by how they act, but you think it's sweet.

he hates being posted to your socials. he's cool with it if his face isn't in the picture, but he values his privacy. his own social media presence is practically nonexistent, other than one highlight with one story from your birthday of you holding flowers he got you. the song he posted to you is my girl by the temptations.

though he likes his privacy, he does like pda. not intense pda, it's not like y'all have your tongues down each other's throats in public or anything, but he likes a lil kiss here n there. his arm around your waist, or your fingers intertwined with his. a kiss on your shoulder, and always one on your lips before you part. and while he doesn’t typically like to make a scene, when he misses you its a whole different story. he loves when you run to him when you see him after being away from each other for far too long, throwing your arms around his shoulders and his wrap around your waist to spin you around, peppering the side of your face with kisses as you tell him how much you missed him through giggles. "missed you too, angel," a kiss on your jaw. "i'm sorry i've been so busy lately," a kiss on your cheek "'m gonna make it up to you though, i promise." a kiss on your lips. yeah, it's that kind of pda.

he will call you so many pet names, it's not even funny. they're out of his mouth before he even realizes it. it's not like he hides his loving side exactly, it's just that with you, he gets to be a whole other type of gushy. his friends make fun of him whenever they get a glimpse of his softer side when he speaks to you, but he does not care!!! he'll never stop calling you his pretty princess or kissing your cheek or holding all your bags when you go shopping just because his friends think he's whipped. he would happily admit that they're right!!

baji keisuke as your boyfriend.

he may come across as cold, but make no mistake, physical touch is his love language. he always finds himself gravitating to touching you, even in public. whether he's holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder or tracing hearts and stars into the skin of your thigh, he just wants to touch you!!! in private, it is so much more egregious. he'll be on top of you, attacking you with kisses, hands roaming over your skin. he loves when you sleep over because then he can extend his time to cuddle with you. he likes little spoon and big spoon equally, he just wants SOMEONE to be held!!!

he has and will fight someone for you, absolutely no question. he doesn't exactly get jealous, you express how much you love him enough for him to have interalized it, but he does let a threat or two slip out when a man's flirting with you right in front of him. when someone is being creepy to you, yes, he has been known to throw a couple punches. he'll stop when you ask!! its not like he's batshit!!!! when he's finished, you tend to his wounds. muttering about how stupid he is but giving him a kiss to his temple.

he knows how obsessed you are with his hair. he watches you from the corner of his eye, staring lip tucked between your teeth as he puts it up. he complains, but he secretly loves it. "man you treat me like some slut" "true i'm just using you for your hair. one day you'll wake up bald and i'll be half way across the country with a ziploc bag full of your beautiful hair" "i hate you" he loves lying on top of you, cheek pressed against your chest as you run your fingers through your hair. he always ends up mumbling how much he loves you when your fingers find their way into his hair. he also lets you play around with different hairstyles too! his favourite will always be a half up half down moment :p

he calls you bro more than actual pet names tbh. generally, he doesn't use a lot of pet names because he'd rather call you by your name, but when he's being extra sweet or when he's tired, he'll use them. you love how cute he is when he's about to fall asleep, he starts going on and on about how much he loves his pretty girl. "soo sweet to me, love you soo much... my lovely girl... my love" he'll whisper into your neck, not even knowing exactly what he's saying himself as his eyes slowly flutter shut. when he's in a good mood he'll greet you with a lil "hey baby" or "hello perfect beautiful girlfriend" bc he's annoying like that 😞

he can ALWAYS tell when something is wrong. a clench of your jaw or a slight falter in your eyes, he immediately knows. he'll ask about it as soon as he picks up on it. he's surprisingly very good at comforting. he'll listen as long as you need him to, he'll give you a temple kiss, a gesture that quickly became a sign of love and understanding in your relationship. he'll kiss you on one, then the other, and add "to ease your mind." and you laugh because it's corny, and he rolls his eyes and claims he's never doing a nice thing for you again, but he grabs your hand to take you out to eat because he knows food is the best comfort.

[alexfranbow]

my girl.

synopsis: in which baji rejects you then comes to regret it.

pairings: baji x f!reader 

warnings: baji punches someone, he's emotionally constipated, he threatens people a lot. average baji behavior

genre: fluff, semi-angst

wc: 3.1k

baji’s dark eyes stared at your bowed figure, your shaky hands holding up the letter that you were trying to give him. 

“huh?” baji asks, glasses glinting at the sunlight as he raises a thick brow. 

“please consider my feelings, baji-san.” you squeaked out, feeling a bit shy now that it was just you and baji. 

the wind breezes by your hair and every passing second felt like literal torture as baji stays quiet. you bit your lip subtly, heart beating louder as you felt his fingers brush against yours gently. 

your head raises as you look at the ravenette, slowly standing up to your height, baji takes the envelope, looks at it once then looks at your awaiting face before he clicks his tongue and looks away. 

“tsk, i’ll read it later, you go back to class, it’s not like a goody-two shoes as yourself to be late.” his deep voice lulls you to a state of hypnosis as you mindlessly nod and walk away. you looked at him as you were at a good distance before smiling once more. 

“see you, baji.” 

the waiting time for his response was excruciating, three days have passed since you confessed to the delinquent who somehow stole your heart, and you haven’t heard a reply back. 

“i don’t think you should push your luck, (n/n).” your friend says as she places a spoonful of parfait to her mouth. “what good would a delinquent be for you anyway?” 

you glared at her. “you don’t understand, kira.” you say as you play with your food. 

“baji… baji’s just different, i know he is.” you sigh dejectedly. “what did you like about him anyway?” kira asks as she takes the cherry off your parfait. you hum, trying to recall all the things baji has done for you. 

maybe it was because baji beat up the gang that preyed on you when you were on the way home. maybe it was the way that ever since that day, he ensured your safety by walking you to your house everyday, even if he skips school. 

maybe it was the way he’d ask you to tutor him in the subjects that he was bad at but would end up dozing halfway, but you didn’t find it in your heart to wake him up as you brush the long strands of hair that was covering his pretty face. 

or maybe it was the way baji would wipe off the crumbs on your face when you treat him to a street food “date” because you were rambling too much about your favorite anime.

there were too many maybes, too many reasons. too many situations where you wanted to ask him “what are we?” and you didn’t know how many hours– days, even, it would take for you to cover why you find yourself falling for him. 

“hello? earth to (n/n)?” kira snaps her hand in front of you and you find yourself going back to reality. 

“sorry, what?” ”i said your parfait is melting.” you look back at the tall glass, letting out an “oh‘ as you see the melted ice cream intermingle with the fruits inside. 

“i’m full anyway, i’m gonna go ahead.” you say, as you took your backpack and bid her a goodbye. 

“does this mean i can have your parfait?” you laughed at her question, nodding as you left the cafe. 

the walk home was normal, your earphones were on and you were blasting some pop song that was on shuffle as you trudged the path home. you were barely paying attention to your surroundings as your feet were on autopilot. 

you were startled as a hand came to tap you on your shoulder. you turn back to see baji looking at you and you gave him a short greeting. 

“didn’t i say that i’d walk you home?” baji asked as soon as you removed your earphones. you gave him a look of realization. 

“ah, sorry. i haven’t seen you in three days and i was out with a friend, i didn’t think you’d pick me up today.” you explain and baji just clicks his tongue before he grabs your bag out of your hold and throws it over his shoulder. 

“let’s go.” “o-okay.”

it was silent between the two of you but you found yourself not wanting to engage in conversation, the thought of asking him if he’s read the letter plaguing your mind, your curiosity wanting to get the best of you as you watched his broad back walking ahead of you. 

“u-uh… baji–” “we’re almost at your house, but before you go, i need to tell you something.” baji cuts you off, sparing you a glance before stopping in his tracks, it was a street before your house. he looks at you with a conflicted expression before he sighs. 

“i’ve read the letter.”

your breath hitched at his statement, not knowing what to say, you stayed quiet as you waited for him to elaborate further. 

“,,,i mean i made chifuyu read the letter out loud– but that isn’t the point here.” baji shakes his head, an embarrassed blush on his face and you couldn’t help but bite back a smile. 

“the point here is.” baji takes a deep breath and you find yourself holding yours back. 

“i’m not interested in a relationship.” oh. you didn’t realize that you said your thoughts out loud. 

“it’s not because of you, i swear.” baji reassures you. “i’m really just not looking for a relationship. i’d rather stay the way we are, (y/n)” you swallowed thickly, feeling your chest sag heavier prior to the conversation. 

“it’s fine, baji-san.” you gave him a halfhearted smile, not wanting to let him see that he was unintentionally breaking your heart even more. “i understand.” baji looks at you as if to ask if you were sure, you gave him a nod, smile intact as you confirm his silent question. 

“okay good, i was hoping you wouldn’t cry. i don’t know what i’d do if you cried.” baji laughs awkwardly. to tell the truth, baji expected the worst, he expected for you to yell at him to never go near him again. or to slap him and call him the vilest of names, or even tell him off to his mom– yeah, he’s been reading a lot of chifuyu’s mangas, but could you blame him? it’s a good reading exercise. 

so to see you react in a nonchalant way was refreshing to say the least. 

“okay, uh. i’ll take you home–” “no need, baji-san” you say as you take your backpack from his hands. “it’s only a street away, no hoodlum will be there.” before baji can say another word in, you ran the opposite direction, turning your head for a second to smile and wave at him. 

“bye, baji!” baji raises his hand in goodbye as a response as he watches you run home. unbeknownst to the tears that started to silently stream down your face. 

it took you two weeks of wallowing in self-pity and avoiding baji before you finally spilled the beans to kira. 

she slams down her hands on the table as her jaw drops, “eh?! baji rejected you?!” you were suddenly hyper aware of the people she managed to grab the attention of due to the volume of her voice. 

“keep it down, kira!” you hissed at her, making her sit down as you pulled her wrist. “i respect his decision, kira. he’s not required to like me back.” kira glares at you. 

“how can he reject you? you’re probably the best he’s going to get.” kira huffs and you had half a mind to defend baji but you kept your mouth shut as you let her rant. 

“i mean! you two are basically attached to the hip and i actually thought you’d end up with him, even if i don’t like him i would’ve stayed supportive until i was eating cake at your wedding!” you coughed, not expecting kira to have thought so far ahead. 

it was only a few minutes of silence before kira gave you an evil grin, a grin you knew all too well that wouldn’t end up good.

“so, you’re moving on, right?“ she asks. you nod awkwardly, “i kind of have no choice, kira.”

kira clasps her hands together before giving you a smile. “well then, let me set you up with someone, okay?”

“e-eh?” “i’ll set you up on a blind date! come on, what’s the worst that can happen. i know what your type is so you’ll have a boyfriend in no time!” kira was enthusiastic as she explained how she has a list of guys that she thinks will suit you. 

you were given no time to respond as kira grabs her things and leaves, “kira–” “i’ll text you the details, okay? you better show up!” 

you sigh as she leaves you alone. “fine.” you say to yourself as you shut your eyes. “let’s give this a shot.”

“i’m telling you, this chapter is nuts, baji-san!” chifuyu squeals as he turns the page of the shoujo manga he was reading. 

receiving no response, the blonde looked at his captain with a questioning look on his face. “baji-san?”  

“huh? what was that, chifuyu?” chifuyu shakes his head as he closes the book in hand. “nevermind that, what’s up with you, baji-san?”

baji tries to escape the conversation by brushing off chifuyu’s question by changing the subject but it seemed like it was for naught as he sighs at the end. 

“i know you won’t know the answer to this, chifuyu.” “try me, baji-san.” chifuyu challenges and baji almost wants to scoff at his subordinate’s behavior. 

“have you heard from (y/n) lately?” baji asks, not expecting anything as a response. 

“oh? (l/n)(y/n)? the person who wrote the letter you made me read?” baji nods. chifuyu hums in thought. 

“the last thing i heard, (y/n) was going out with issei.” baji’s eyes widened, threatening to bulge out as his fists tightened. “what?”

“(y/n) from class-a, right?” baji nods in confirmation. “as far as i’ve heard, i think kira pushed the both of them on a blind date, they’ve been hanging out after school. which is weird because i thought that (y/n) likes you.” chifuyu continues and baji wants nothing but for chifuyu to shut the fuck up. 

“it’s such a shame though, (y/n)’s letter was real sweet to–” “i rejected (y/n), chifuyu.”

“HA?!” 

baji groans as he slumps over his bed, arm covering his eyes. 

“i told her i wasn’t looking for a relationship.” baji recalls, chifuyu hums in acknowledgement, not really knowing what to say in response. 

“then why are you reacting this way?” chifuyu asks, baji stays silent as his thoughts are overcrowding his mind. 

chifuyu was right. why was he thinking about this? it wasn’t as if someone threatened him to not accept your confession, he really just wasn’t interested in labeling things, but the simple thought of you laughing with another guy that isn’t him...

or hanging out with him after class… or having that guy wipe your cheek and get a closer look of your pretty face… then… maybe, just maybe lean for a kiss and have you close your eyes as you lean into that guy’s touch. 

“fucking hell.” baji yells as he throws the pillow he was clutching right onto chifuyu’s face. the blonde, the impact of the pillow making chifuyu’s desk chair’s wheels stagger a bit as he clutches the thrown plush.  

“baji-san…” chifuyu starts, and baji dreads to hear the next sentence that comes out of his mouth. “do you like (y/n)?” 

the silence was deafening, baji knows he should reply. he knows he should. but he couldn’t. 

because baji doesn’t want to acknowledge his actions, he’d rather take on fifty men on his own than admit he felt the same way about you. it was pathetic. he felt pathetic. 

“so… that’s it?” chifuyu breaks the silence. baji opens one of his piercing eyes to look at the blonde. 

“(y/n) likes you, and you like her. but you’re just going to let her go on a date with whoever?” baji grits his teeth, not liking the tone chifuyu is using. 

“piss off, chifuyu.” 

“clearly you don’t like (y/n) enough that you’d let her go off with anyone who asks her out on a date.” “chifuyu, this is my last warning–” 

“baji-san, if in the next twelve years you receive an invitation in the mail, don’t be surprised if it’s (y/n) and issei’s we–” “i said, shut the fuck up, chifuyu!” baji was now standing, brows furrowed in an angry way. 

baji knew what chifuyu was doing. he knew that the blonde was trying to provoke him to act on his feelings. 

baji hates that it’s working. 

“i had a really nice time today, issei.” you say politely as the two of you walk home. issei smiles, his hand brushing against yours but you cringed slightly as you pull away. 

issei, seeming to not notice– or not pay attention, only continued walking alongside with you. 

“uh. (l/n)-san?” issei asks as he stops the two of you in your tracks. “hm?”

“i think i’m in love with you.” “...huh?��� 

you unconsciously took a step back, as he tries to step closer to you. 

“issei, i’ve only known you for a few weeks, that’s not enough time–” “love has no time!” issei insists and you’re fighting the urge to suckerpunch him in the face. 

“i don’t feel the same wa–” “you don’t have to! you can learn how to, i swear you’ll be the happiest person if you give me a chance.” issei was now stepping forward and you felt very uncomfortable, he was slowly overstepping your boundaries and he seemed as if he had no problem doing so. and worst of all, this was only the first date! 

“(y/n), i promise you. i can love you the way you want to be lo–” “didn’t the lady say that she doesn’t like you? piss off.” a rough voice cuts him off and you almost let out a sigh of relief out loud. 

“ha? don’t go barging in people’s love confessions, prick.” issei stands to the side and you can now see an unamused baji looking at him dead in the eye.

your heart picked up its pace as you realized that you haven’t seen baji since the day he rejected you, but damn did he look more handsome than the day you ran away from him. 

“i won’t go barging in on your dumb confessions if it isn’t my girl you’re confessing to.” baji rolls his eyes before he steps in the middle of you, shielding you from issei who obviously couldn’t get the hint. 

“look man, when i’m done with her you ca–” issei couldn’t even finish his sentence before he gets interrupted with a suckerpunch to the jaw. you gasp, not expecting the violence but baji couldn’t just stand there and listen to issei yap about what he plans to do with you. 

hell. baji would rather die than have someone else do the things he knows he can do with you. 

fuck labels, fuck statuses, if that’s what it takes for you to never look at another man the way you look at him, then so be it. 

issei was on the ground, holding his jaw, on the brink of unconsciousness. 

“let’s go.” you looked at baji, then at issei, then back at baji, who has his hand out, awaiting for you to intermingle yours with. 

you effortlessly do so, he coughs once as he flicks his head to the side, clicking his tongue and pulling you away from your date who was on the ground. 

it was silent between the two of you. neither of you wanted to start a conversation, and you didn’t know whether you felt comfortable or not. 

baji’s thoughts were clouded by the feeling of your hand holding his, meanwhile your heart was beating uncomfortably fast because he called you his girl. and your hand was tightly gripped against his. 

you try taking your hand away, but his head whips back at you and you see a glare on his face, and the subtle redness of a blush, but you don’t tell him that. 

“b-baji…?” you decided to break the silence and baji huffs out a “what?” in response. 

“back there… you uh… you called me your girl.” baji froze at your words, his feet stopping in his tracks as he looks back at you with a hard expression on his face. 

“so?” 

“do you like me?” baji breathes in, before he exhales an “obviously.” under his breath. 

you furrowed your brows before you pulled away from his hold, and baji couldn’t help but already the feeling of your soft hands in his. 

“i’m gonna need a straight answer, baji keisuke. i’m not in the mood for this back and forth conversation.” you say, eyes squinting to a glare, something that baji found very cute. 

“i like you.” okay, maybe not that straightforward because your eyes widened and you stuttered all over your words. 

“t-then why… why did you–” “i said i wasn’t interested in a relationship because i didn’t know that it would feel this shitty thinking of a man who takes care of you that isn’t me.” baji cuts you off, anger in his tone. but not at you, at himself. 

“i didn’t think that not having you around would feel so… so empty that i almost wanted to punch myself for rejecting you when the opportunity for you to be mine was right there.” baji finishes with a groan, he hates showing his true feelings and vulnerability, but for you, he’d show it any day. just ask. 

“baji…” baji clicks his tongue once more as he looks away. 

“i accept your confession, just be my girlfriend already.” baji mutters as he holds your hand and urges you to walk. 

“baji–” “i’m your boyfriend, call me by my name.” you bit your lip, trying to stop the smile on your face as you felt your stomach flutter. “keisuke.” his breath hitches. 

“give me a warning, next time.” you laughed. “keisuke, you’re so confusing!” 

“ha?” baji glares at you but his expression falters as he stares at the cute smile on your face. 

“tsk. whatever, let’s go.” 

“where?” 

“i’m taking you on a better date than that damn itchy did.” “did you mean issei?” 

“stop saying his name.” you smiled playfully as you grip his hand a bit tighter.

“okay, keisuke.” 

“i said, give me a warning!” 

notes: the essential baji tag for u @kakujis. anw, this is the first non-series i've written for baji (everyone cheer) this was so fun to write because apparently, i like writing about emotional constipation. also, you didn't agree to be baji's girlfriend, he just decided it. he's your problem now,