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𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 paramedic!reader x prohero!bakugo

a/n: happy birthday the love of my life, the light of my mornings, and the stars of my dusk @kiyelle ! i'm posting this a lil earlier, but i hope you have an amazing birthday sweetheart; i'm so glad we're close and i can't wait to visit you in paris and go to the olympics with you <33 tw. blood, injuries, swearing, hospitals (?)

bakugo’s back slammed into a wall, and his head snapped backward, knocking against the concrete. blood ran down his forehead into his eyes, clouding his vision into a blur of red.

heaving in an agonising breath, bakugo ran through every situation and possible action available. his injuries were bad but the villain wasn’t in the greatest shape either; bakugo wasn’t going to let himself reach this level of damage without bringing them down with him too. so if he could just get the fuck up, he could finally crush the pesky bastard into a bloody pulp. 

but just as his hands began warming up, through the ringing of his ears bakugo heard muted sounds of a fight starting up again behind the screen of smoke. his hands went cold. there weren’t any other heroes on duty nearby, and if they were, they definitely weren't strong enough to take on this calibre of villain. 

bakugo gritted his teeth, and cursed at whichever dumb extra came and interrupted the battle, adding on another risk factor that bakugo has to keep in mind.

“stay still.” a stern voice came from beside him, and bakugo started, head whipping to the source of the voice. 

“i said stay still.” you punctuated with a snarl. ��you’re critically injured. stay down. shoto is here and taking care of the villain.”

he recognised you. even through the crimson blurring his vision and even through the ringing in the ears, he recognised you. and his blood boiled at the sight.  

“i’m fine.” bakugo snapped, jerking himself away from your precise hands assessing his injuries. the sudden movement elicited a hiss, a stabbing pain blooming in his chest. 

“no, dynamight.” you always say his name with such venom. each syllable like a slap to his face. “you’re not. several ribs broken, possibly a punctured lung, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion are only just some of your injuries.”

bakugo clenched his jaw and his ruby eyes burned into your own obstinate ones. he knew each and every thing you said was correct and his nostrils flared at the thought. 

“so shut the fuck up, let me do my work, and you can go on your merry way as fast as possible because trust me, we all want that. got it?” you stare at him, a brow raised just waiting for him to combat your words. 

if icy hot truly was here, then in reality, the battle was already over. bakugo was sure all civilians were evacuated, and that the villain was damaged just enough that one more grapple would have ended it. 

“hurry up shitty woman.” his eyes tore from yours, and he looked forward, refusing to acknowledge you. as soon as he gave his consent, you started working, hands moving with a practised fluency. he respected your skills and what you did, but bakugo didn’t miss (and definitely didn’t appreciate) the colourful mumbling underneath your breath, most likely aimed at him.

as you tried to staunch the blood loss from the various gashes that you could see on his body, you could tell he was losing blood worryingly fast. his eyes, however razor focused they usually were when you would watch him on the television, were losing focus, and his pupils were dilated, the inky blank eating up the burning crimson. 

“dynamight.” you make eye contact. “the ambulance is right around the corner. my colleagues know our location and are coming with a stretcher and you’ll be in a hospital in no time.” you speak clearly and concisely, gently guiding him to lay down on his back, and preparing a tourniquet. “just focus on your breathing.”

his laboured breaths grew rhythmic, and his eyes fluttered to a close. as his vision grew black, he could hear your voice calling over more paramedics, and as he lost consciousness the last thing he felt was the cool gentle touch of your palm on his forehead, pushing back the blonde strands stuck to his sweaty skin.

the ringing in his ears were dull now. his head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton, and he could barely feel his limbs. bakugo tried to sit up with a grunt, but was immediately shut down with a firm hand to his chest. “nu-uh, you’re not going anywhere. especially not with those injuries.”

bakugo prepared to bare his teeth at whoever dared to stop him, but as his eyes laid on you, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. you didn't usually stay with him until he woke up. usually you just storm into the aftermath of his battles, and cuss at him until he stands down to let you treat him. that doesn’t always work, unfortunately for you. but when he does, you just leave and disappear as quickly as you came.

“the hell are you doing here?” bakugo rasps, each breath still a symphony of pain.

“making sure my patient is ok.” you cross your arms, eyes drifting over to look outside the window beside his hospital bed. “you were pretty wrecked by that villain. got me worried for a second there.” you frowned, and bakugo noticed the stiffness in your posture.

he coughed out a breath of laughter. “as if i would let some puny shit-stain of a villain like that take me down.”

at those words, a burst of laughter erupted from you, and bakugo paused. he doesn’t think he’s ever heard you laugh like that before. maybe the rare exhale of air from your nose as he swears at you from your many previous encounters, but never like this.

“that’s true.” you concede, and get up from where you were sat next to him. bakugo’s ruby eyes track your every movement as you go to slide open the door of his ward “I’ll go get your nurse. try not to scare them off-“

“thank you.”

you freeze, you’re hand resting light against the doorhandle. you had to question whether you imagined hearing those words as you turn to look at the bed ridden pro hero. 

“sorry?”

“you heard me.” bakugo looked stonily ahead of him, refusing to meet your eyes. 

a smile crept on to your lips. so he finally decided to show some gratitude; it only took him about three life or death situations. oh, you were going to remember this for a very very long time. and by the grimaced look on his face, he knew exactly that. 

“hm sorry dynamight,” his jaw clenched and his fists tightened at the way you said his name. “i didn’t quite catch that.” you hum tapping a finger against your chin comically with the most infuriating smile bakugo has ever seen. 

“get your hearing checked then dipshit i’m not repeating myself.” 

“that what you say to the person who saved your life?”

“i already said thank you now fuck off.”

you laugh softly to yourself; even when in a hospital bed, completely immobile with countless tubes and needles stuck inside of him is he still an annoying brat.

“don’t miss me too much.” you give him a two finger salute, and as you turn to leave, you just miss the ruby stare that flick over to you, and linger even as the door slides to a close.

a/n: ok so ik im on a writing hiatus but shush don't say anything

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breaking up with shoto todoroki since he’s neglectful of the responsibilities he has in a relationship and no matter how many times he’s been told to try harder, he never does - and he only now seems to understand just what he had (and lost).

“please, i can try harder! i can be better, please, i didn’t understand, but i do now, i promise! everything can be perfect, it will be, please, just, don’t- don’t leave me”

warnings :: gn!reader, angst

it hurts because he does mean it this time.

promises of “i can do better— i will be better” spill out of his mouth so much they could form oceans. yet, because you’ve heard it so many times— because you’ve waded through these waters so many times— they’re unlikely to move you.

it hurts because you want him to mean it this time.

you can’t forget that you loved him. maybe that’s why you stayed as long as you did, why you forgave as long as you did. that knowing of loving him, of having had loved him— almost second nature to you— begs almost as much as he does for you to stay.

it hurts because you can’t trust that he means it this time.

yes, he wants you to. so badly it numbs every other feeling he has, so badly it leaves his nerves in shock, hands trembling a little as he reaches for you.

yes, you want to. so badly it tugs at you painfully, threatening to damage you more than being abandoned by him has.

that’s exactly why you have to leave.

the reality hits him with such force it almost gives him whiplash, and all he can do is watch you turn your back on his trembling hand, the same hand you know you would’ve taken had he realised sooner. had he learned sooner. had he listened sooner.

shoto can’t do anything but watch as you walk out of the room, of the house, on him— yet he knows he walked out first a long time ago.

and it hurts because he knows you can’t walk back because he promises to.

it hurts because he knows it’s not enough this time.

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bnha x fem reader [bakugo,, sero,, todoroki,, deku]

WARNINGS: just like the other one ive tried my best to find pictures that were inclusive, but some of them are a bit specific so i apologise for that -- masterlist

a/n: i really enjoy making these just to sort of relax and have fun in between writing other fics so expect more of these lmaoo. once again, inspo credits go to @/laiiiin

BAKUGO :

being with bakugo is like eating one of those hard candies with soft centres. they're chewy and delicious, but once you break through the hard exterior, your met with a pleasant and nice softness that made all the chewing worth it. he's hard on the outside and will act all tough, but secretly he just want to cuddle in bed with you all day, in the safety and comfort of your arms. he finds it so hard and punishing to leave you in bed, sleeping all by yourself because he has to go on patrol. don't worry though, he always makes up to you by giving you lots of extra kisses and buying you your favourite meal :))

SERO :

he's just like the bestest, chillest partner ever. i don't think that's even a word, but it's fitting for sero. he's super fun to be around and just really respectful and thoughtful as well. you always have a smile on your face when hanging out with him. even when he's gaming with the bros he always finds a way to make sure you have his attention, whether it's by kissing your cheek and forehead after every round, or just cuddling while he plays games. the amount of times you've fallen asleep in his lap is unbelievable. he's also very stylish, so you best believe you're matching/complementing one another.

DEKU :

izuku is the sweetest partner in the world. he is so considerate about you and your feelings and you're always on his mind, from the moment he wakes up, to when he's just about to fall asleep. he even dreams of you every night. izuku is completely consumed with you, in a healthy, not obsessive way. you two are always messing about and running around having fun and laughing with each other. he's also the type to unexpectedly just take you on a romanric midnight walk or drive where you two just have deep conversations about the future. its cute because whenever deku talks about the future, it always has you in it too.

TODOROKI :

todoroki is more of a private lover. don't get me wrong, he's absolutely smitten with you and loves you to the ends of the earth, but he would never reveal any information about you to the public because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. he knows how wild some of his 'fans' can get and he doesn't want you to put you at risk. he's the type of guy to get invited to a fancy award ceremony with you as his plus one, only to leave early and take you to the beach at sunrise. you'd watch it together on a hill and he'd suddenly pull you up from your seat and just start slow dancing with you. it's quiet and peaceful, but so full of raw, passionate love. just like him.

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aot characters x tropes [reiner,, annie,, zeke,, porco,, pieck,, colt]

WARNINGS: following/stalking,, reference to sex,,   – masterlist

a/n: you already know the drill. the hold this idea has on me i stg, it’s peak. anyways this is the last part, thank god :))

part 1,, part 2,, part 3

REINER : forbidden love - you’re his psychologist and he’s your client. you two are part of rival schools and he rescues you from a douchebag and he’s like ill take you to school every single day. typical wattpad romance.

it’s like modern day romeo and juliet tbh but instead of families it’s school. your schools have always been at each others throats. its dated back to a rivalry founded hundreds of years ago. there’s constant fights breaking out between your schools and even the headteachers are involved.

they absolutely despise each other. one day, when you’re walking home after class, in the dark, you can sense someone following you. creeped out, and wanting to go home you decide to take a shortcut. obviously that doesnt work out because now you’re lost and you dont know what to do.

you try and look for someone to ask for help but all you see is a group of people, underneath the streetlight smoking. you decide to take a chance and go towards them. immediately a boy with blonde hair and a slight beard sees your state and the guy following you and recognises what’s happening. he calls you over, like you’re his friend and put his arm around you. 

the guy following you sees the stares he’s getting from the group of people and decides to walk away. i honestly could write a fic about this and i actually might. but just imagine romeo and juliet, but without the marriage and tragic ending. also there’s a maassiveeee fight between boyfriend reiner and ex eren. it’s great.     

ANNIE : friends to lovers - you were introduced to annie through pieck and you thought she was cool and wanted to hang out more with each other. and one thing led to another and now you’re married :)

you and pieck were good friends having went to primary and secondary school together. so when she introduces you to her other friends you feel happy, like you’ve levelled up your relationship stats in a game or something. you’ve met everyone, except annie and they’re a nice bunch, and you decided to hang out with them more.

the next time you hang out, it’s a small party with just you guys and that’s where you meet annie. she seemed different from the rest and you really liked her company. believe it or not but you guys literally spent the whole time talking to each other and you exchanged numbers by the end of it.

from then on you two magically started bumping into one another more, by some sort of miracle. it’s like the world was trying to push you two together by making you meet more often. and of course, naturally this led you two to hang out more, without the others present. you’d get coffee together before classes, work in the library and have lunch together as well.

you eventually caught feelings for annie and decided to just go for it and ask her out. the worst that could happen was her saying no. so one day over coffee you asked her if you could maybe grab lunch sometimes and she was like sure, just tell me when. and you’re like no, as a date. and annie stops mid sip and she looks at you with a little blush and nods her head and says sure again.  

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todoroki x gn reader

w/c: 1.2k

WARNINGS: cheating,, falling out of love,, mentions of deku x reader towards the end,, implied sex (nothing explicit) – masterlist

for @okkatsudon and their somebody new collab !! here’s the link to the collab masterlist and be sure to check everyone else’s fics out !! im also posting two more lmaoo so get ready for angst 😭

a/n: like with any other cheating fic i write, i do not believe any of your faves would cheat on you or do anything to purposefully hurt you. todoroki would absolutely adore you and be smitten by you and he would never ever in a million years actually cheat

‘he loves me,’ you said, a whisper falling from your lips, the weightless petal you plucked drifting to rest on the blades of grass cushioning your legs below. 

shoto used to tell you he loved you nearly every day. keyword: used to. now you could barely remember the last time you had heard those words from him. in fact, the most recent time he told you he loved you was probably a month ago. whether he truly did or not was still up for debate.

… 

his arms snaked around your waist, head tucked into your neck, his body swaying to the calm beat of the music, and yours swaying as a result of his. a pan with pancakes on it was sizzling calmly in front of you two as he embraced you in total bliss. kisses trailed from below your ear to your lower neck, leaving a scorching heat behind, a testimony of his love. 

the heat had started becoming uncomfortable and unbearable. you wanted to get out of his grasp as soon as possible and soothe your skin with some ice to cool it down. neck sizzling in unison with the pan. 

‘i love you,’ he whispers, muffled into your neck with an air of finality, the heat dying down with his cool breath, before he unlatches his arms from you and moves away.

you finally felt as though you could breathe again.

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‘he loves me not,’ another petal falls to its demise, waiting to decay and decompose, back into the soil it flourished from.

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just like stars

ෆ featuring: satoru gojo

ෆ warnings: angst……..? it’s soft. it’s barely there even

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this is how it ends.

with stars. countless twinkling pinpoints in a vast midnight blue so dark the horizon blurs the distinction between sky and earth. endless halos of white telling a brilliant story from life to their eventual death, memories only revealed to you in whispers when the world is at standstill.

it makes you wonder, then, how two manage to find each other every single time.

a poet and his lover one instance, a solider and his beloved, the next. somehow, some force—be it god, fate, sheer stubbornness of a tightly bound red string—has decided your lives must be interwoven like lone strands of wool tightly bound together.

you’ve experienced the rise and fall of cities new and old, wars raged and peace somehow found. through strife and tremor, his hand was there. to hold, to bandage, to love. though time beats down on the weary, rebirth into new skin does not erase the tender way his hand skims over your skin in knowing—understanding breaching a previously clouded gaze. elation never fails beats an erratic fanfare against your chest each time he remembers—

not your face, not your skin, nor the clothes your wear or the circumstances that paved the eras before and after you. but your soul, the very thing that is so distinctly yours.

twin souls are rare, you’d heard. what they didn’t tell you is how one eventually dies out.

so, this is how it ends.

it’s no secret this is his last lifetime. he wasn’t perfect—this time, he lost more than he could ever have begun to regain—but he was human, and what is more perfect than that?

he is a hero. was a hero, a brute to most, and gentler to few, but his hands are the very same that wiped soot and pastry filling alike from your cheeks. his eyes never lost the hearth blazed warmth to them after all this time; constant, just like him.

just like stars.

the end of his beginning is filled with stars.

your arms cradle his head as his breathing slowly turns ragged, still fighting against the iron grip of death’s shackles. nightfall casts silk upon the ivory of his skin—and you think for a moment, if he wasn’t so near from slipping away, you’d call him pretty.

you tell him so, and he musters up a soft laugh. just for you.

hands reach for yours and everyone else backs off to give you two space. twin star deaths weren’t too often, like burning stars—destined to last for eons. you wanted him close, and he’d rather die in your arms than in a hospital bed.

the thought sends your heart plummeting.

he’s staring at you, you can feel it. his gaze always so weighted, like words he couldn’t say telling you things he couldn’t unearth. you force a smile in hopes to keep both your spirits up, and he sighs. a tear slips down the slope of your cheek and lands on his anyway.

“please don’t cry,” but your heart splits in two and wrenches his part into darkness, your half hanging cracked and incomplete. the soulmate thread is always fraying. it’s no use comforting, but he tries anyway.

his thumb sweeps in slow circles on your cheek. no longer warm, it only spreads a chill down your back. he’s fading.

he’s dying.

bright blues dull as he attempts a small smile for your sake, resigned to his fate and content to lie in your arms for the little time he has left. for the first time since his life first began, he feels true peace. even if it’s at your expense.

“don’t cry for me,” he continues, lashes resting upon his cheeks. “if you must, cry for the millennia we could’ve have spent together.”

you see it then, what could have been if time had been kinder. laughter rings out amongst the saccharine smell of sweets, so joyous—yours, his, and three others more childlike. your half splinters even further.

“promise me you’ll find me when it’s time.” it’s more demand than promise, desperate even when you know it’s futile. “promise me.”

his gaze meets yours for the last time and you swear he glows under moonlight.

“i’ll wait for you for however long i must.”

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haikyuu x gn reader [daichi,, iwaizumi,, tsukishima]

WARNINGS: none :)) – masterlist

a/n: this was a request from my old blog and i decided to repost it because why not

DAICHI :

it was a peaceful day outside, the water in the lake remained unmoving, except for the smallest of ripples that eventually fizzled out. the sun was shining, blessing everyone with its warmth and comfort and the sky was blue, littered with uniform crisp, white clouds. the day was perfect. perfect for you and daichi to take your kayaks out and have a calm and serene swim out in the lake with. you sighed in content and took a deep breath, the fresh air filling your lungs and clearing your mind of all toxicities. you felt at ease and calm. 

a hand comes up to your shoulder and you turn to look at the culprit. daichi smiles at you, a wide grin on his face. ‘it’s a beautiful day today, isn’t it’. you hum and nod in reply, too drunk on the tranquillity to say anything. daichi places a kiss on your cheeks and forehead and leads you to the edge of the water, where both your kayaks lay, bobbing in the waters. he helps you into your kayak making sure you’re comfortable and secure and hands you your paddle. a soft thank you escapes your lips and you both set off. you gracefully paddled in the water with daichi right beside you, both of you appreciating the beautiful lake, glittering in the sunlight. you could do this for hours, you think to yourself. just you and daichi, kayaking in the brilliantly blue lake.   

IWAIZUMI :

you stared at iwa, his taught thighs spilling out of his shorts, his bare back strained, rippling with muscles, his wide shoulders barely covered by the rucksack, as he walked uphill . he looked as though he was sculpted by god himself. how you prayed in thanks of being blessed with such an ethereal, mouth-watering sight. you could feel the heat and blood rushing to your cheeks as you stared at iwa, deepening. ‘we’re nearly there babe,’ iwa turns around and you look at him confused, finally snapping back into reality. did someone say something you thought to yourself? iwaizumi sees the confused look on your face and walks back to where you had stopped, smiling, he grabs your hand. ‘come on,’ he said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. you internally squealed at iwa’s actions, questioning how on earth you managed to pull someone like iwa. 

finally you both reach the clear opening, and iwa places the bag down. you get the blanket out and lay it on the floor as well as the range of different food items you both had bought. hearing water splashing you turn to see iwa pouring water all over himself to try and cool down. mouth opening in an awed gasp, you tried to contain yourself, but your eyes couldn’t help but follow the droplets of water dripping down his beautiful face, the plump curve of his lips, plopping onto his well defined, chiselled chest, making its way down the ridges of his abdominals and then disappearing, down into his- ‘oi, eyes up here,’ you broke out of your daze and see iwa pointing at his eyes with his index and middle finger. laughing sheepishly you apologise and continue laying everything out.

once you’re done, iwa sits down on the blanket and spreads his legs out, pulling you down onto his lap and in between his legs. his arms wrap around your waist and his face cuddles into your neck as he sways side to side. iwa’s muffled declarations of love are kissed onto your neck and your face erupts into a smile. how lucky you both were to have each other. 

TSUKISHIMA : 

biking with tsukishima is one of your most favourite past times. it’s the one time you both can enjoy and bask in each other’s peace. and it’s also one of the only times you get to see tsukishima thriving in his childlike happiness. a beautiful sight really. seeing a 6ft 2, fully grown man speeding ahead of you, pedalling as fast as his long legs can, laughing and telling you to keep up with him while he finds liberty in the scenery zooming past and the winds flowing through his hair. you do nothing but smile, teeth bared to the world going past, and speed up, trying to catch up with him. it’s amazing how comfortable tsukki feels with you, he feels as though he can finally relax and release the breath that he’s been holding in front of people for so long.

you scream at the unfairness of tsukki having such long legs and how he was already wayyyy ahead of you. in response he turns around, laughs in your face and speeds up even more. shaking your head and giggling; it’s moments like these where you’re grateful to be with tsukishima and that you’re blessed and trusted with seeing such sights.

eventually, tsukki decides to slow down and let you catch up with him. he was starting to get lonely all by himself and he found that he couldn’t enjoy his bike sprint to the fullest without you there, pedalling right beside him. you both stop at a bench and sit down next to each other, your bikes on the floor, smiling and softly giggling with the occasional snort from tsukki. you look in his eyes, so full of love and warmth and you swear you can see an entire galaxy’s worth of stars twinkling in them.

* this is a repost from my old blog with minor edits !! *

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gojo x fem reader (platonic),, slight megumi x fem reader 

WARNINGS: spoilers towards the end,, periods,, annoying older brothers – masterlist

a/n: this was one of the first things i ever posted on my old blog and i thought why not bring it back. might do more platonic relationships with reader because i’m realising how much i miss making them 

let’s say that you’re one of the firsts years at jujutsu high.

this man will not leave you alone.

he’s one of those annoying siblings that would come into your room, sit down on your bed for like 30 seconds and then leave.

and he wouldn’t close the door on his way out. he’d just leave it wide open.

you’re probably screaming at him too close and he would walk away, hands in his pockets, whistling, completely ignoring you.

if he ever sees food in the fridge with your name on it, chances are he’ll eat it.

he doesn’t care who it is, it’s food and he wants it. he’ll probably just buy more for you anyway.

except he forgets most of the time and he doesn’t.

you’d be at school and he’d open the fridge up and see pudding that you specifically bought for after school and he’d just shrug and eat it.

this man then has the audacity to deny it when you come back from school and be like ‘i have no idea what you’re talking about, it wasn’t me.’

he’s also one of those brothers that would see you smiling at your phone and automatically just assume that it’s a boy.

he’d lunge for your phone and be like let me see, i wanna laugh too, show me, who is it, is it megumi?? i knew you were in love with him.

all while you’re trying to lock your phone and get your arm as far away from him as possible.

it was megumi and you do like him but he doesn’t need to know that. he needs to mind his own business.

when you were younger and satoru had to pick you up from school he’d most definitely flirt with your teacher who’s more than 8 years older than him and married. does that stop him, of course not.

sometimes when he has missions he asks nanami or shoko to pick you up.

there’s no way in hell he’d let anyone else pick you up, and you going home by yourself is not an option, and never will be.

eventually, when he takes in tsumiki and megumi he loosens up a bit.

he’d let the three of you go home together.

the only reason why he’s worried so much is because you’re a gojo. it doesn’t matter if you can defend yourself or not, satoru doesn’t want you to be in that position where you have to fight in the first place.

you’re a kid and you shouldn’t have to be fighting for your life just because of your heritage.

when you first start your period, satoru gets unexpectedly sad.

he feels like you’re not going to want to be as close with him anymore and that growing up and you’re not his little baby sister anymore.

the little girl who he raised from infancy and became a mother and father figure to.

as well as physical changes, there’s a lot of mental and hormonal changes happening and he’s just scared of you growing out of him.

as happy as satoru looks, he’s incredibly lonely. all of his loved ones have left him and he doesn’t want you to leave him too.

one day you’d come back from school and walk in on him staring at a picture of you as a kid and him, wiping a tear away.

that’s when he tells you about how he’s scared and how he’s lonely and doesn’t want you to leave as well.

you let him know how much you love him and that let him will always be your big brother and nothing will ever change that.

you two have been joint from the hip ever since then.

going back to periods, satoru teases you as much as he can without passing your limits and likes to poke fun at you.

but at the same time, he’s also really serious about it.

he hates seeing you in pain and he’d be the best big brother in the world. constantly buying you whatever you need beforehand, little pick me up gifts when it gets really bad and hugs if you ever need them.

he also keeps a spare bar of chocolate on him at all times if you ever get a sudden craving when you’re out in public or on a mission together.

when you finally get with megumi, this man will be happy for you.

don’t get me wrong, he’s still a bit sour, but there are a lot of worse people you could’ve gone for, who wouldn’t treat you as good as megumi does.

so he’s happy for you but sour all the same.

when you start spending more time with megs the fear of you leaving him comes back again and he feels lonely again.

but this time you notice it before it gets bad or severe and you reassure him once again.

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satoru’s fear of being lonely or you leaving wasn’t there when you were younger.

i feel like once that whole thing with getou happened he realised just how quickly you can lose someone.

and he beats himself up about not being there for getou, like getou was for him, and not seeing the signs earlier.

he wouldn’t tell you what happened at first, you would’ve been too young to understand.

whenever you ask about getou he’d give you cryptic responses while laughing.

he’d avoid telling you about it until one day you call him out for his fake laughter and crypticness and he’d sit you down and tell you everything.

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anyways, he bullies you, bullies your partner, bullies all your friends, and tries to sleep with your teacher. that’s it all summed up.

he’d be annoying, he really would, but he’d honestly love you so much and genuinely care about you.

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your head felt fuzzy and your vision was slightly blurry at the edges. your words slurred as you asked a face you've already forgotten where bakugo was. wordlessly (or did they say something? you couldn’t hear over the music.) they pointed towards the back of the room where bakugo stood slouched over, a hand shoved into his pocket another nursing a cup of something and his usual scowl etched onto his face as he looked on the crush of people laughing and dancing. 

at the sight of the explosive boy, a large dopey grin spreads onto your lips and you yell out his name, making your way over to him, grasping at couches and people to help keep your balance. his flaming ruby eyes zeroed onto you as you stumbled over to him with your hands outstretched. you crave to hold him, to touch him, to feel him beneath your aching fingertips, and tonight you’ve finally crumbled to the roaring need.

“y/n? are you drunk?” he scoffed and reached out to hold you, the glitter of worry in his beautiful beautiful eyes (why does he get to have such pretty eyes?) contrasting his snarky tone.

“i need a hug.” you merely said, ignoring his hands and instead throwing your arms around his neck, fastening yourself onto him like glue. 

you could feel him tense and freeze up underneath you, but you were too caught up in the euphoria to realise. too caught up in the sheer wonder and amazement of his warmth and his smell and the feel of him against your flushed skin and oh god you’re hugging bakugo katsuki. 

your drowsy eyes flashed open and you started pushing away. but before you could even lift your head, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you somehow even closer than before. “If you need a hug, i’ll give you a hug ok dumbass? just ask next time.” he gruffed, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

your mouth gaped open for a moment, but your alcohol-addled mind removed any semblance of shock that should have reverberated through you, and instead you melted in his hold, nuzzling your head into his neck with a comfortable sigh. 

“you’re very pretty.” you mumble, still holding tight onto him. “‘s not fair.”

bakugo chuckled and feeling the vibrations from his chest against yours brought a whole new crashing wave of emotion to flood your veins. “of course it’s when you’re drunk.”

“what?” you lift your heavy head and blink slowly up at him, puzzled. 

“don’t worry about it sweet cheeks, let’s just get you some water and put you to bed. you need some sleep.”

“no!” you exclaim, shaking your head vigorously, and shoving your head back into the crook of his neck. “please can we just stay here for a bit?” 

bakugo sighed and hummed in agreement, rubbing circles on the small of your back with the pad of his thumb.

you both stayed there, solid in the midst of the constant waves of people for you didn’t know how long. it could have been the rest of the night, or it could have been a couple of seconds but all you could remember was the warmth that unfurled within you and ran through your veins as you were completely entranced by the boy that was holding you just a little too tightly.

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thinkin about bakugo going out on his early morning runs (think 5am). he gets out of bed as quietly as possible and gets ready in the dark as to not wake you up. he would place the most gentle kiss on your forehead and smile fondly at you as you stir slightly in your sleep.

thinkin about bakugo coming back from his run, all sweaty and hot, ready to jump into the shower. he drops off some groceries he picked up on the way, and comes into the bedroom to be met with the sight of you, still fast asleep.

thinkin about how bakugo realises that somehow, you’ve migrated over to sleep in his side. you’ve moved all the way across the large bed, flipped over on your stomach, face pressed into his pillow, and drool drying on the corner of your lips. and he thinks your the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

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Hey! My dear This is a request to seem strange

But is it possible to have a reaper and fem! A chubby reader who gets beaten to death by a widowmaker, what would a guy do when he saw this and the attitude towards the widow after that

(This is my first request) sorry if there are any mistakes I'm from Germany and I don't speak English well

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SUMMARY. he lost another one.

FEATURING. reaper + widow maker + female!reader

MARS SPEAKS.   hmm hopefully i wrote this right!!! this is how i saw your request ^^

WARNINGS.  main character death gore

OVERWATCH WAS A UNIQUE AND DYNAMIC group, eveyone came from different regions of the world, it doesn’t matter if you’re tall or short, petite or chubby you were a member and a part of the group.

now where were you on this spectrum? well, you would never compare to reinharts height, but it would be safe to say you were slightly taller than tracer, though to the untrained eye it was unnoticeable.

it was a sunday morning, the newly called overwatch unit was called— everyone has changed over the years and it was finally starting to sink in.. but during all that time there was a love that resided within individual, overwatch is a family, not only an organization but a people.

there was a rush of familiarity that seemed to hit you, seeing everyone a gentle pang in your chest. everyone is.. older now, more weary but there’s still a fire that burns bright within their souls like reinhardt, tracer mercy and winston. but there were also new and unfamiliar faces such as mei, followed by genji, though he was a bit familiar due to his time in black watch he was a completely different man he’s found peace. that’s lovely for him

but the biggest shock to you was bridgette, she was a mere child when you last saw her, and now? she’s a beautiful young woman. oh how time flies.

after a few laughs, much needed conversations and introductions you were set.. it was strange getting back in gear but the adrenaline came back just like many years ago, the only difference is you’re alone, the objective was to act a guard, simple enough right?

it’s been a few years since you’ve been in russia, the country is colder then ever and you can’t seem to shake the chill. other than that the operation was running smoothly, there was no disturbances or altercations. seems like this would be an easy mission thats what you thought at least.

you decided to scout the area by yourself, everything seemed normal for the time being.. the silence was chilling, or was that the cold? the feeling was all encompassing.. it lingered in your bones

smoke.

there’s a cloud of black smoke that fogs your vision, moments after a white mask emerges from the cloud. reaper what was he doing here? and is he alone—? thoughts seem to race your mind, you’re quick to make a move. your gun is aimed at his throat, clawed talons grip at yours. this could go anyway

❛ didn’t think we’d have any visitors ❜ ‘we’d’.. there’s definitely more than one person here with him. an elbow flings to his chin, causing him to release you from his grip, reaper wastes no time to shift away, his physical self disappears right in front of your very own eyes— he’s nothing but vapor now, as quick as he left he’s back. keeping you in a head lock

despite the dire situation you can’t help but reminisce.. this feels familiar.. a silence falls over you two, reflective.. and melancholy? why did his grip loosen..? hell— this feels like when you and gabe..

you pause. he tenses.

❛ gabriel fucking reyes is that you?? holy hell— what happened to you—? ❜ an immense guilt eats away at him, he’s gabriel no more. just reaper the man you once loved was gone. gabriel reyes died just like the rest of them. [this is what he tells himself] but his heart softens, it yearns and aches for you and only you. ❛ gabe is dead. ❜

oh.

it’s hard to breathe, your chest tightens— tears well in your eye and soon enough you’re crying. and reyes just stands there— he’s unsure of his place. should he hold you? comfort you? should he simply disappear?— his train of thought is shattered by the sound of a bullet.

the next thing he hears is the sound of a scream, then silence, widow makers voice follows shortly after ❛ target eliminated. you’re not having trouble are you reaper? ❜ she’s asking questions but he’s too stunned to talk. how the hell did this happen so fast? you were dead— a bullet hole went straight through your chest

there was still so many things he wanted to tell you.. and yet.. you were gone.. just like that

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SUMMARY. you haven’t talked to him in so long, you thought he would put you in the past by now

FEATURING. octane + gn!reader

MARS SPEAKS.   view part one here

WARNINGS.  suggestive commentary alcohol vomiting

ITS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOU’VE SEEN OCTANE, and yes, you have been counting the days. surprise, surprise ! how the hell can he waltz into your life again and ghost you after? god. he’s infuriating

so, instead of texting him back like any normal person would you decided to go clubbing, clubbing at the very club his fans said he would go to actually— you were going to confront this man, whether or not he likes it.

it was odd y’know? the club he decided to show up at was the very same club you met him in, it must’ve been a coincidence— but you couldn’t help but reminisce [let’s not for get that reminiscing got you in this predicament in the first place.]

you push through crowds of dancing bodies, there’s nothing but weed, drugs and sweat. all of octanes favorite things [another thing was you his stem.] the air is thick heavy with intoxication, the smell seems to haze your mind. the smell of tequila floods your nostrils— good gods these people could drink. but hey, this is the party scene of solace in what would you expect?

time goes by fast— somehow you ended up taking a few shots, because who can say no to such persuasive part goers? one turned to two and two turned to five. by now you were drunk, damn that tequila was strong! a kind fellow lead you towards the couches, urging that you’d take a few moments to rest and collect your thoughts. words slur but he can tell you mean well as you say “thank you.”

you ended up passing out, about four hours passed and it was three fourty two a.m, the party was still going on [for some reason] and despite this you still haven’t found octane, and to add on to that your head was pounding. you take a few seconds to close your eyes but the caving of the seat to your side causes you to open them slightly, gazing at the stranger who decided to sit right besides you.

fuck.

❛ damn chica, didn’t think you’d still have that party animal in you. what are you even doing here? ❜ something about his loud, obnoxious voice wasn’t mixing too well with your excruciating headache, it’s funny because he gives you some medication for the pain, along with some water. he reads you like a book. all he does is smirk, watching you that same look again from two weeks ago. that adoration

you take the medication, making no intention to talk to the legend, instead you stand up making a b—line to the nearest exit. octane is still sat down, watching you with a small smirk.. what is he laughing at? oh— fuck.

you must’ve stood up too fast, the world starts spinning again and you run to the nearest toilet. thankfully, you still remember the layout of the club like the back of your hand. he follows you, holding back your hair as you vomit. a gloved hand rests against your stomach, drawing soothing circles on heated skin.

you whisper a small thanks, wiping off the remaining residue from the corner of your mouth. a small shiver runs down your spine at the touch, you respond with pushing back the daredevil. a frustrated huff escapes your lips as you gaze at his dopey smile.. why did he mess around with you like this? coming here was a horrible idea!! you should’ve left hours ago—

❛ what’s with the long face? and that hurt my feelings by the way, i held back your hair!! ❜ octavio utters, now you feel even dumber and sorta pissed? why is he such a dumbass? ❛ i came here to find your ass because you wouldn’t answer any of my texts! who the hell kisses someone like that and just leave like that octavio—? stop running away from me dammit. ❜

it all just slips out, all those feelings you had bottled up for the past two weeks. his expression softens, brows furrow and lips contort into a pout. is he sorry?.. he doesn’t say a word when he leads you out the bathroom

octane is always on the go, you could hardly keep up with this pace, he’s dodging and weaving party goers and you’re stumbling over your feet! he really was on a mission wasn’t he?..

you ended up at your place, he offered you a ride and you couldn’t find it in you to say no to him tavi opens the door for you as stumble in, he follows your tail soon after, a firm grip is on your waist. he steadies you to a halt, you’re confused at first— what did he want? but then he holds you, carrying you bridal style to your bed. he lays you down placing a small kiss on your forehead.. just like that one night

❛ fuck chica.. you know i’m not good with words— so just let me talk for a second ok? un momento. ❜ you couldn’t even process what he was saying to you, the only thing that caught your attention was the way held you, must’ve been serious about this— and he was you could see it in his expression, the way he searches your face for any displeasure… he was sweet.

❛ i got scared ok?! i didn’t know what to do or say, so i left. it’s what i’m best at aye? what do you think these legs are for bebecita!.. ❜ a pointed look. ❛ right, right bad joke—sorry not sorry. mierda, i wasn’t expecting to see you at the party tonight and che would’ve told me to fix my mistake and talk to so now i’m here. in your bed. talking to you. i texted you up that night because i missed your face, your voice.. tú eras el paquete completo, mamá. ❜

he felt like this the whole time..? why didn’t he— you’re stopped before you can finish your mental rant. octavio kisses you, and damn he’s good [you almost forgot how good he was] you kiss back with the same amount of vigor, this was good right? you both got the happy ending you wanted.

❛ i missed you. ❜

❛ me too tavi. ❜ now that answered your question

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[22:02] KIRISHIMA EIJROU – masterlist

‘i love you’ said eijrou, calloused hands softly sifting through your hair, your eyes closed and head delicately resting in his lap.

'i know’ you whispered, slightly opening your eyes to gaze into your lover’s, to show him how much you meant it when you firmly replied with an 'i love you too’.

you were certain of his love, more certain than you were about needing oxygen, to breathe, to live; to you, eijrou’s love is your oxygen, the reason you’re still living and breathing. 

and for him, he too was certain of yours, more certain than he was about the moon that shone so brightly in the night sky; even when you were absent, he could still feel your everlasting presence watching over and guiding his heart. 

everyone else was undoubting of it as well. more than the force of gravity that keeps them grounded and centred, pulling them down to the heart of the earth; you kept each other grounded and centred, your hearts perfectly aligned with each other, beating in unison, as one. 

they were assured of it through fits of laughter and giggles, the countless amounts of kisses peppered around both of your faces, not a single inch of your body went unloved and not a single inch of his did either. 

they saw it through sweet reassurances when you were feeling down, and affirmations and declarations whenever he lost a little faith in himself.

through spontaneous dances and hushed laughter at 2am in the kitchen when sero goes downstairs in the middle of the night to get a cup of water to quench his thirst. he leaves with a wide smile and a faint blush instead, not wanting to interrupt your sweet moment.

through bakugo stomping down the hallway to go and (angrily) reassure kirishima, that his abilities were fucking awesome and that he’d be the second best hero, after himself of course. he turned the corner only to find you cupping kiri’s cheeks, stamping sweet kisses and unconditional support to his forehead. ‘tch’, bakugo said, turning around and making his way back to the training room. guess shitty hair’s alright he thought, lips moving upwards in the smallest of motions, he didn’t even see you leave the fucking room to run after kiri. typical. 

through denki and mina trying to sneak into kiri’s room, to swap his shampoo with bleach, or hair gel with glue, they hadn’t decided which yet, but they linked their arms and tiptoed along nonetheless. 

they whispered and crept through the hallways, hushing each other when they got too loud, giggling like two little toddlers, and knocked on kiri’s door. no response, they turned to each other and menacingly grinned. 

they ever so carefully twisted the doorknob, slowly and found it to be unlocked. again they turned to each other and grinned, an evil laugh threatening to erupt from the both of them. 

swinging the door open, the pair of them were about to burst in only to be met with the peaceful sight of two lovers, embraced in each other’s warmth, sleeping soundly and blanketed with comfort. 

the adrenaline in their bodies subsided and melted into a puddle of immense adoration and awe. they had no option but to gently close the door, mindful of you two sleeping, put a hold on their plans and leave you two be. 

not before taking several pictures though. pictures that would circulate the class group chat, pictures that would cause endless amounts of teasing, pictures that you and kirishima would cherish forever and thank your friends for. 

'i know’ says eijrou. he’s never been so sure of something, he thinks to himself, smiling down at you with a big toothy grin. 'i know’

* this is a repost from my old blog with minor edits !! *

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kind of an x reader but not really tbh [aran,, kyoutani,, iwaizumi,, tanaka,, asahi]

WARNINGS: mentions of shanking,, belts,, drug dealing

a/n: they’re not even roadmen at this point. i can’t actually see anyone as a roadman from haikyuu, except maybe kyoutani and iwaizumi,, but yeahh. this was for fun, so don’t come at me or anything 😭

ARAN :

he’s that one stylish roadman that everyone appreciates. he’s got fire fits, fully dripped out and looks amazing. he’s not so much road as the others, but he has that deep, gravelly voice when he comes up to you like ‘yo wys b’. if he was to be from London, he’d defo be from South. i can’t imagine him anywhere else. maybe Hackney, but yeahh he’s defo from South.

KYOUTANI :

he’s absolutely terrifying, will make you shit yourself. he’s them ones that’ll make you cross the road when you see him approaching. he’s not scary as such, more intimidating and just exudes this dangerous energy. if black af1s was a person it’d be kyoutani. also he’s an incredibly loyal person, just know that if he’s one of your mates he’ll back you no matter what. has defo shanked one of his ops before as well. but not fatally.

IWAIZUMI :

he’d be the womaniser. always has a charming smirk on his face and treats girls with the utmost respect, but he’s a bit cheeky. he’d come up to you, eye you up and down and bite his lips. and then he’d talk to you casually with a smirk on his face. he’s constantly making you heat up on the spot with his undivided attention on you and everyone has a crush on him. he’s like the popular kid that talks and is nice to everyone.

TANAKA :

brother dresses like a roadman but is 1000% not a roadman. like he has an older sister, if he gets caught with a bunch of dodgy guys you already know his sister is pulling out her belt. he seems intimidating with his skin fade and shit but he’s genuinely really fun to hang out with and if he’s your partner in class or for a project then you’re in luck, he’s a bit thick but he’s got energy.

ASAHI :

poor guy doesn’t want to be associated with roadmen and he’s lowkey scared of them himself but everyone just assumes he’s a drug dealer or something. kids in the lower school always come up to him slyly asking him for geek bars or ganja and he’s just there like °-° poor guy even got his locker searched by teachers because of the rumors surrounding him, he just want to become designer ffs 😭

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SUMMARY.

FEATURING. pre-serum!steve rogers + black!fem reader

MARS SPEAKS.   me and my friend olivia ended up brain storming of this together so i decided to write it out for her🤭🤭

WARNINGS.   none

BEING AROUND YOU WAS SUCH A DELIGHT, the captain felt weightless. you took his breath away and swept him off his feet— he forgot the outside world, his responsibilities and… the terrors of the world. he was here, in the present with you. [steve would have to thank bucky for this, he wouldn’t have gotten the courage to ask you out if he didn’t.]

it was around six am in the morning, the weather was just swell.. for once, the streets of brooklyn died down, there was nothing more than a few stragglers and he didn’t get beaten up today so yeah today was going to be a good day today! and he would make sure of it.

the first thing on steve’s list today was wrong you, but before he did that he needed to get a few things before you arrived— steve was going to head over to the local flower shop and find some purple for you, you always said you weren’t too picky when it came to things like that. but something about the color purple fits so perfectly. would a bouquet sweet pea flowers be too on the nose..? wait no, irises and white lilies perfect.

the idea motivated steven, his stride quickened and his heart seemed to quicken too, this man was in love. undeniably so, and he couldn’t wait to see his lovely girlfriend, you were enchanting, and he was a love sick puppy— he’s finally got the girl that he’s been dreaming of since day one.

the only issue was.. that she was black, now her ethnicity didn’t bother steve but apparently it mattered to others in this day in age an interracial couple would be seen as unethical [but] that didn’t stop either of you, who has the right to deny you two of living each other? no one. as much as he wanted to show you off he’d have to keep the relationship hush, hush, and you were fine with that— you understood how it was… it’s just unfortunate, steve wants nothing more than to show you off.

his thoughts come to a halt as he reaches the flower shop, the colors are dainty hints of pinks and whites paint the outside of the shop, the inside has more gold accents, you’d love this— he ordered the flowers, making sure to hold them with the utmost care.

his next stop was your place, you gave him a key to your apartment a few weeks ago. he planned to slip in undetected and make you breakfast, then wake you up once he was done with breakfast in bed and flowers. he also got you this new book you’ve been dying to read, he’d always tease you and say you’re a nerd but really? he is too.

he arrives to the establishment in around ten minutes, you weren’t too far away from him and that only made it more convenient for him, he stepped into the complex aquamarine hues gaze for the number ‘233’, a soft hum escapes him as he finds the door, keys ring and jingle as he searches for them in his satchel, once he gets a hold of them he opens your door.

taking a quick peek around just in case you were awake— you were a pretty heavy sleeper anyways. the hazel hues of your cat minnie gazed back at him instead, she purrs at the male [minnie was quite fond of him], the maine coon rubs against his legs, brown and white fur scatters against his skin. he can’t help but smile.. his hands are still full but he manages to close and lock your door, when he does walk in, he places your flowers in a vase.

now! time for breakfast. steven takes out the eggs, milk, cinnamon and sugar he reached over to get the bread; today he would make french toast and some tea [chamomile and vanilla] you always insisted on it, whilst he cooked minnie watched him for the whole duration, mewing in curiosity. by the time he’s done it’s already six fifty—two, the apron that’s tied around his neck is pretty clean for the most part so he’d keep it on. steven plates the tea, eggs, bacon and french toast. he drizzles on some maple syrup and holds the flowers in his left and the places the book in his satchel.

when he makes his way to your bed room you’re still sleeping. fist hold onto to the linen sheets below, you’re cuddle up into the knitted blanket your mother made.. brown lips are slight agape and your hair.. well, that was a mess as well. how many times did he tell you not to sleep with your glasses on?.. he takes a few steps towards you, removing the glasses off your face. placing a small kiss on the bridge of your nose, and a few more on your cheek. this seems to wake you up. mocha hues are met with his aquamarine, you smile. giggling at sight of breakfast, the book, the flowers and steven.

he was too good to you, truly.. steve gives you some space to stand up straight and stretch out a bit, when you do he gives you your breakfast in bed, you urge steve to slide in into the space next to you, so he does. cuddling up into your side, ❛ this is all real sweet stevie, real sweet. thank you sugar. ❜ you mumble out, a darling smile paints on to your visage. you decide to try the food first— it was french toast, your favorite. once your plate was clean steve decided to show you the book he got for you, shortly after, he shows you the flowers.

you adore them.

the glee on your expression only made him feel glee in his heart, the next few minutes are spent with laughter, smooth conversation and few scattered kisses here and there. and he did sneak in a small dance, so yeah today was a good day!

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- b a k u g o a s a m u s l i m -

WARNINGS: mentions of some islamophobia, but it’s really really minimal – masterlist

a/n: i love boom boom boy and i thought it would be cool to imagine him as a muslim and then this was born :)) i know a lot of people aren’t keen on religion, so if you don’t like it, then please just ignore this and keep scrolling. the last thing i want is angry anons asking me why ive written bakugo as a muslim even though he clearly isn’t.

CHILDHOOD :

masaru has the temperament of a mufti or a sheikh, he’s calm, soft spoken, well spoken as well, looks like he has extremely cheesy islamic dad jokes up his sleeves. 

he definitely is the imam of the local masjid. he is leading the friday prayer every single week without fail. you won’t catch him slipping. 

and every friday he gives an extremely inspirational khutbah, both in arabic and in japanese that actually gives some hope to the youth and shit. not like them scary sheikhs that make you feel like you’re going to hell.

we’ve all experienced that and it’s not very nice. masaru however is incredibly comforting and firmly believes that it’s never too late to find god.

when katsuki was younger he used to be so extremely proud of his dad and would go around boasting ‘my dad’s the imam, he leads the prayers’ and everything.

he really looked up to his father and wanted to be exactly like him, lead everyone in and memorise the quran and everything.

he’d pray with his father placing his kids prayer mat right next to him every single day without fail. 

i’m just imagining a small katsuki with a baby prayer mat,, please i’m crying 😭😭

but then he found out about all might and then decided he would be a hero instead.

he still put a lot of effort into all of his islamic studies but he kept in on the down low. his goal wasn’t to be like his father anymore, but instead the number one hero. 

his father, not one to force his child to do anything decided to support his son in his dreams and was grateful for the fact that he was still interested in islam.

MIDDLE-SCHOOL :

fast forward to middle school, he still practises islam and everything but not as proudly or as openly as he used to. he’s going through that thing where he’s like me becoming the number one hero is the most important thing right now blah blah. 

also he doesn’t really like to tell people he’s a muslim either because of his quirk as well. he feels as though it gives people a reason to make fun of him and shit because you know, stereotypes and that.

the amount of times me and my mum have been called terrorists when we’re literally just trying to do our shopping 😫

i can just imagine katsuki before the ua entrance exam praying tahajjud and making extra dua that he gets in and after the exam praying even more and making even more dua. he muslamic like that. 

when he finally does get in he gives a good amount of his pocket money/savings to charity to show his thanks and appreciation to god. 

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slowly, fingertips drag along the surface of your arm, just barely making their presence known. you welcome his touch with a sigh, leaning backwards into the chair as his touch moves upwards; rubbing at your shoulders, grazing the outline of your neck, caressing your face. you tip your head backwards to meet his gaze and he offers a soft smile in return.

your heart squeezes in familiarity at the all too welcomed sight. it's been a while since the both of you have had time to spend with each other, your schedules just barely aligning. he was away often, volleyball being the reason, and you didn't want to interrupt his practices. you, on the other hand, were neck deep within the growing abundance of schoolwork that never seemed to stop piling up, no matter how hard you worked. it was tiring. you were tired, and in the midst of your exhaustion, you'd forgotten that he didn't have practice today, the mentality engraved within you as you walked yourself home that night. you'd texted him before you left, of course, your messages being one of the few ways you two communicated.

“keiji?” he hums in response, letting you get used to his presence.

“tired?” you nod slowly, a faint smile gracing your lips as his own presses a soft kiss upon your forehead.

“missed you,” is all you can manage, craving more and more of his touch now that you've gotten a taste of it after so long. you can't even remember the last time you had peacefully enjoyed each other's company.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles, brows creased slightly as he tugs you towards the couch. his arms wrap around you soon after, and suddenly he's everywhere. your rest your head within the crook of his neck and curl into his side, finally allowing yourself to relax. “i missed you, too.”

“don't apologize for something you can't control.” eyelids beginning to flutter shut, he only pulls you close once more, resting his head atop yours. “you're here now, and.. that's all that matters.”

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