Katsuki With Reader Who Has An Rbf And Scares Eijiro

She is the poem - June Bates

i'd like to take him for a ride-

the three reasons yuji itadori stayed, and the one reason he couldn’t.

needless to say, yuji itadori was every girl’s type. handsome, funny, kind— yuji was the type of boy you wouldn’t hesitate to bring home. mothers loved him, children adored him, and you? well... you loved him. at least that’s what he tells himself every night before he goes to bed.

you and yuji had known each other since you were children. he had grown accustomed to your habits and your fussy attitude. both your families have always known you two were made for each other. from the second you’d met, you clicked immediately. yuji’s first reason. because his mind simply didn’t believe that you two weren’t fated for each other. you went to the same school, rode the same bus, lived in the same neighborhood, were classmates for years, and you were even in the same friend group, not to mention how everyone expected you to be the perfect, untouchable couple. the two of you were meant to know each other. the universe was practically shoving you together. it simply didn’t make sense for whatever higher being or supernatural force it was, to set all that up, only for the two of you to not end up together.

and so came yuji’s second reason. you were all he’d ever known. honestly, he thought you were all he’d ever need to know. the more time you spend with someone, the harder it is to imagine your life without them, and so naturally, yuji thought you were his. for a lifetime. for this lifetime. in retrospect, he sees how stupid it is. but he was fifteen and dumb, and so were you. so he doesn’t blame you for it— more like he can’t. because yuji itadori, the gentleman that he is, could never hate you.

which is exactly what yuji’s third reason is. he simply doesn’t have an ounce of hatred in his perfectly chiseled bones, and certainly not for you. no matter how hard his friends convinced him that you were bad for him, that you were toxic, that you were this and that, yuji’s mind simply did not function like that. he believed that if you truly loved a person, that love would stay within you always. maybe it’d get smaller, or perhaps get buried with all the love you have for other things, but love wasn’t something you could get rid of. his understanding of love was that similar of a scar; imperfect, yes, yet resilient. timeless, if you will, because to love is to endure and feel and wait. and wait, he did. for 6 years, yuji waited. he practically gave you his youth.

and so on your 18th birthday, he finally musters up the courage. he’d ask you out. the stars shone brightly as they decorated the evening sky, the breeze dancing around the two of you as you both sat up on the rooftop of your house. 12:32 AM. yuji sighs.

“i like you.”

“...i know.”

“do you...”

“i can’t give you what you want, ‘ji.” your voice cuts through like a knife, and despite the message, yuji hopes. he clings onto the use of his nickname like his life depends on it. slowly, subconsciously, he looks at your face for traces of familiarity. not love, neither adoration, just... plain familiarity.

he comes short.

“i get that.” yuji looks down, fidgeting with his fingers. he lied. he doesn’t get it, but yuji’s nothing if not a gentleman. he’d rather lie than put you in an awkward position. “i just figured...” he trails, ending up in a scoff. “figured i’d at least try, you know?”

and finally, you look at him. tears well up in his waterline as his gaze avoids yours. if you look closely enough, you can see his heart breaking and God, you never meant for it to come to this. you let out a shaky breath as you wrap your arms around him, unable to speak.

yuji shrugs your arms off, giving you a slight chuckle. “i’m good, i’m good. sorry, i just...”

“no, come on, ‘ji. don’t be difficult. let me console you,” and there it is again— that stupid, stupid, stupid term of endearment. you wrap your arms around him once more, bringing your bodies closer together, only this time, yuji can’t find it in himself to reject you. he lets you hug him as he sniffs, clearing his throat. he tries his hardest to pull himself together.

“i’m really sorry—”

“shh, shh. don’t worry about that right now.” you lay your head against his back as he slouches, pressing your cheek against the warm, navy blue hoodie of his that he wears like a uniform. “but you do know why i’m doing this, yeah?”

he nods, eyes finally meeting yours for the first time tonight as he looks back at you. “you’re not ready.”

you bite your lip, gaze lowering almost in shame. “everything i touch turns to ashes,” you say, “i can’t lose you like i have everything else.”

yuji knew all too well about your constant attempts at self sabotage. truthfully, it was one of the things you loved most about him. despite everything, he stayed. despite everything, he chose to understand and love you.

because love is a choice, and yuji itadori wakes up everyday to choose you.

“you could never lose me,” he says.

“this way, i won’t have to.” you blink up at him, lips wobbling as you start to tear up.

“for what it’s worth, ‘ji, if i could choose anyone, it’d be you.”

boyfriend texts | h.iwaizumi

-> pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader | sfw | cw: smau, cursing, drinking mentioned, jealous!iwa, none of the texts r connected to each other | genre: fluff, crack (a smidge) | mlist

-> synopsis: random texts between you and your boyfriend!

—a/n: i am addicted to smaus. also this is dt to sahri STAY STRONG GIRL!!

“boy dad Zayne”

summary: you and Zayne had a son whose personality is just like his dad’s ໒꒰ྀི ´͈ ᵕ  `͈ ꒱ྀི১

content: fluff, a baby!

୨୧･｡｡･♡･∴･♡･｡｡･୨୧

the first time Zayne held him, he thought, he’s too small

too small for his hands, too small for this world

but when those tiny fingers grasped his own—tight, insistent, unyielding—Zayne realized something

this boy, his son, would be just as stubborn as him

—

“dada,” a small voice whispered

Zayne turned from his desk to see his son standing at the doorway, brown hair a tousled mess, big, familiar eyes blinking up at him

“mama’s in the kitchen” the boy continued, lowering his voice like they were discussing classified information

Zayne smirked, already knowing where this was going “is she?”

his son nodded, stepping closer “we should go now”

“are you sure?”

“yes,” the boy said, looking so serious it was almost comical “before she comes back”

Zayne sighed, pretending to consider. then he stood, holding his hand out

his son took it instantly

together, they moved silently through the house, past the living room, past the dining table—until they reached their destination

the kitchen.

“I’ll get the chocolates,” Zayne murmured, already reaching for the highest shelf “you go for the cookies.”

his son nodded, moving quickly, barely making a sound

Zayne had to bite back a smile. he really is just like me

“got them!” the boy whispered excitedly, holding up the stolen sweets

“good,” Zayne said, grabbing the chocolate bars “now let’s—”

“what do you two think you’re doing?”

they froze

slowly, Zayne turned to see you standing at the doorway, arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line

his son immediately hid the cookies behind his back

Zayne, however, simply sighed “you weren’t supposed to be back yet”

“and you weren’t supposed to be stealing sweets before dinner” you shot back, giving them both the look

Zayne exhaled, exchanging a glance with his son

“we’re in trouble” the boy muttered

“very” Zayne confirmed

you stepped forward, taking the chocolates from his hands and the cookies from your son’s

“no more sweets,” you said firmly

“especially you” you added, flicking Zayne’s forehead

he smirked “I don’t know what you mean. I was just following my son’s lead”

“oh, so now it’s his fault?” you huffed

Zayne bent down, ruffling the boy’s hair “we’re in this together, aren’t we?”

his son grinned “yeah!”

you sighed, shaking your head “I swear, raising you both is exhausting”

“but you love us” Zayne teased

you rolled your eyes “unfortunately.”

—

when you got sick, they took it very seriously

Zayne didn’t leave your side, making sure you had everything you needed

his son, however, took it a step further

“mama, drink your tea” he ordered, standing beside the bed with his little hands on his hips

you smiled weakly “I will, sweetheart”

“now” he insisted

Zayne smirked, sitting beside you “you heard him”

you sighed but took a sip “happy?”

your son nodded, satisfied

“good,” he said “because dada and I have a plan.”

you raised a brow “a plan?”

Zayne crossed his arms “we’re making sure you rest properly. no getting up, no working, and definitely no sneaking out of bed”

you groaned “I’m not that sick”

“you are,” your son said, climbing onto the bed “and dada says you have to listen to the doctor”

Zayne smirked “he’s right”

you sighed, defeated

“fine,” you relented “but at least let me—”

“shhh,” your son pressed a finger to your lips

you blinked

“rest” he whispered

Zayne chuckled “you heard him”

you sighed again, lying back

Zayne pulled the blanket over you, pressing a kiss to your forehead

“good girl” he murmured

you rolled your eyes but smiled

your son snuggled into your side, holding your hand

“I love you, mama” he whispered

Zayne’s heart clenched

you squeezed his tiny hand “I love you too, sweetheart”

and Zayne, watching the two of you, thought—I love you both more than anything

—

one evening, you walked into the study and nearly melted on the spot

Zayne sat on the couch, a medical book open in his hands, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose

next to him, curled up against his side, was your son—holding a children’s book, wearing his little glasses, looking equally serious

your heart clenched

he really is a mini Zayne

they looked so alike—both absorbed in their reading, both adjusting their glasses at the same time, both so incredibly cute you could hardly stand it

you stood there for a moment, just admiring them

then, as if sensing your gaze, Zayne looked up

his lips curled “enjoying the view?”

you smiled, stepping closer “very.”

your son looked up too, pushing his glasses up his nose

“mama, we’re reading” he said, his tone so much like Zayne’s that you had to bite back a laugh

“i can see that,” you teased, sitting beside them “what are you reading, sweetheart?”

he held up his book “it’s about space!”

Zayne smirked “he insisted on reading something educational”

your son nodded “like dada!”

your heart melted

you ran a hand through his soft brown hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead

“you’re just like him, you know that?” you murmured

he beamed

Zayne raised a brow “and here I thought you’d say he looked like you”

“oh, he does,” you said, grinning “but everything else? that’s all you”

Zayne exhaled, closing his book

he reached over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

“then I suppose we’re both lucky” he murmured

you smiled, leaning into his touch

your son yawned, curling against Zayne’s side

Zayne sighed, lifting him effortlessly “time for bed”

“nooo” the boy whined, already half-asleep

you laughed “no arguing, young man.”

Zayne smirked “she’s right. come on”

he carried him to his room, tucking him in, brushing a hand over his hair

“goodnight, little one” he whispered

“goodnight, dada” he murmured sleepily

Zayne pressed a kiss to his forehead before stepping back

he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist

“now,” he murmured, voice low “shall I put you to bed too?”

you smirked “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

he chuckled, pressing a slow kiss to your lips

“always.”

huge, intimidating men who relax their posture and soften their voice whenever they speak to you 😔

WHAT YOU ARE TO THEM

featuring: various ! (HQ)

the alternate title would be “the way they love you”

genre: pure fluff, some long headcannons I imagine going through the heads your fav HQ men as they enter the new year <3 on that note, happy new year!

warnings: none :)

masterlist || request status: open !

you were a treasure like an x mark on an island, the deeper he dug the more you seemed to shine in his eyes.

loving you was as easy as breathing though it was the way he soaked in the small details, the same way the ocean soaks the sand and held tightly to memories the two of you shared that spoke volumes.  

the kind of love where he’s both mesmerized by you but also crazy about you, whether he admits it or not, where you're valued and admired even seen doing the boring, everyday.

a fond smile adorning his face as you two playfully bully each other and when you do a twirl to you show off something cool you bought/were gifted, the love where he’s invested in your story about your day or about the rude customer you encountered, either matching your energy (gasping, eyebrows raised in disbelief at their audacity, going "wait, hold up, so you’re telling me, the...“ or listening with his full attention and he gets you your favorite food and spoils you, because how dare the stranger talk to his s/o like that?! 

to him, your thoughts, and feelings weigh more to him than mountains of gold, and he’d sit down and talk things out with you if there was something bothering him.

his face would light up when you enter the room and he becomes so soft around you, when called out for it, he’d only smile ruefully because let’s get real, he’s head over heels for you and always melts under your loving gaze. though he loves to make you crazy with his expressions of unfiltered adoration. 

he loves going everywhere with you, going for runs and walks with you as music plays in your sweater jacket, as he leads you, telling you that your almost there because he wanted to surprise you with this nice cafe he found. In your relationship there's random whispered conversations, matching hoodies, swinging linked hands, inside jokes and secrets that only you two know about (and will stay that way)

he’ll always make time for you, always down for an adventure because where there is treasure hidden, explorers must discover them, and you?

you are easily his greatest treasure  

⁀➷ oikawa, matsukawa, iwaizumi, kageyama, hanamaki, daichi, sugawara, futakuchi, lev, konoha, yaku, aran

it was stepping into your shared apartment and seeing you peek around the wall to greet him, music playing as the sweet aroma of your cooking filled his nose that finally brought his heart to ease, for you were home

the longer you two spent together the more he was certain that he couldn’t go another day without you. who else would hold him tightly, shelter his heart from hurt and fill the room with light and energy when it became dark outside the same way a home does?

you were home of warm afternoons and nightly adventures, big, lasting hugs and never ending smiles. of funny voices, your photo album almost running out of space with how many pictures you two had. the cute ones, blurry pictures, videos of funny moments, and silly snapchat filters that made them look ridiculous, and cute selfies together, constant loud and muffled laughter bringing the house to life 

the laughter that won’t stop when you show each other the pictures you have of the other on your anniversary, tears streaming down your faces both from the sheer amount of ridiculous and hilarious moments he captured and from seeing pictures of you two from years ago and how much you two mean to each other staring you two dead in the face

home of uncontained excitement, chatter and scattered limps as you listened to him talk eagerly about his day, and times where his chest hurt from trying to hold in his laughter and moments of his sweet gestures like lifting the blanket to your chin or wrapping you with his scarf when you get cold

carrying you inside bridal style when you fall asleep in the car, trying his best to be quiet and careful, maybe too careful as he tiptoes down the hall, holding a finger to his lips that were curved into a large grin down at your pet at his top tier ninja skills sneakiness and how cute you looked.

They say that home is where the heart is, and it never takes more than a moment for him to prove that his heart is forever with you.

⁀➷ bokuto, atsumu, hinata, sugawara, tanaka, tendou, nishinoya, yamaguchi, taketora, kogane

you were a dream in the riverbed called reality, what he describes of as a grand piano on stage, already elegant and captivating as it sits on stage in its sole glory, the emotions and beauty increasing a tenfold after recognizing that it was a song that he associates with you that is being played

it was funny because you weren’t as elegant as he made you out to be and yet he couldn’t help but stare at you, enamored even after years pass, now of in love with every part of you and parts he discovers every single day. 

he wasn’t one great at expressing himself and his feelings though always found himself making an effort, even subconsciously doing things that make your heart race, he might be annoying about it if he realizes tho- 

to him, you so real yet so breathtaking that it sometimes brought him at a loss of words, only strong and powerful waves of emotions as he held you close, the one thing he couldn’t ever afford to lose. the kind of subtle but present love where you are cherished in calm but consistent waves, like rainfall though even he can get a little carried away depending on the occasion, with silly, cheesy jokes and sweet gestures, hands intertwined as he chides you for forgetting to take care yourself and you pout, his expression softening in response

the half awake love where it’s too early to form sentences but pulling you closer and leaning into your touch didn’t require any thinking, accompanied by sleepy mornings together, over tea/coffee as you guys basked in each other’s presence, soft kisses pressed to foreheads and the back of hands

a roll of the eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he finally gives into after your dumb idea, but not without him pressing a kiss to your lips, stunning you as he takes off, getting a headstart on the silly idea as it becomes a competition ;)

its your laughter as you take off after him wrapping your arms around his waist to slow him down, dissolving into smiles and laughter as the plan nearly slips from your minds. you bring out the softer, tender, vulnerable parts of him, bringing about expressions of pure adoration and happiness that would make him almost unrecognizable to his friends & teammates

you were someone he’d only be able to find in his fantasies but also someone to incredibly down to earth with flaws and imperfections that he loves so dearly, nothing shy a genre of your own, a dream he found himself seeking awake and asleep. 

though, luckily for him, dreams allow just about anything to come true and there was nothing he dreamed of more than to spend the rest of his life with you

⁀➷ akaashi, kuroo, osamu, sakusa, suna, tsukishma, kenma, sugawara, ushijima, asahi, kita, shirabu, kyotani 

i know in my heart that boyfriend!bakugou is actually a menace when it comes to physical touch. like he cannot stop touching you to save his life. you're sat next to him in class? he's pulled his chair closer to yours so your thighs can touch. you're watching a movie in the common room? he's pulled you onto his lap sometime during it and won't let you go.

it definitely gets annoying when you're in the middle of something, like trying to do your homework and he won't let go of your hand, and then he gets all grumpy and sulks when you have to yank your hand out of his grip.

he's such a baby sometimes.

1:02am — zayne

zayne felt tired. he feels as if the days of his business trip seemed to drag on for longer than he accounted for. 

usually business trips didn’t bother him, but this time it was different as he was asked by the world’s doctor association to share his findings regarding the rare protocore syndrome that he spent his youth researching and studying for.

of course, he was grateful for the recognition of his work, but if it were up to him, he wouldn’t have travelled thousands of miles away from you just to showcase his findings.

how long has it been? surely it’s been a few weeks, only… a lot more to go. zayne sighs as his green eyes scanned the piles of bulky folders in his hotel room table, each folder almost bursting out with information about the protocore disease. 

the doctor takes out his phone, his demeanor slowly relaxes as he sees his wallpaper containing you winking at the camera, the snowman plushie he caught for you squished against your cheek.

his eyes flit toward the time that read 2:30am. he wonders if you’re huddled up and asleep in linkon, maybe you were thinking of him while you hug the plushies he won for you, maybe you were rereading your previous messages, maybe you were as restless as he is. 

zayne could only sigh as he pushes up his glasses up to his nose. 

the sooner he incorporates the other thesis in his reviews, the sooner he can come home to you. he thinks to himself but he knows that it wasn’t as simple as it sounded as when he gets back home from linkon, surgeries will pile up the moment he clocks in. 

he clicks open his laptop, glasses reflecting the blue light of his device. 

hours were spent typing and reviewing sentences upon sentences and if zayne were being honest, his eyes and head were starting to hurt. he leans back on his chair as he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. 

a knock interrupts his solitude and he doesn’t know whether he should be thankful for it. 

“just a minute.” he says as he stands up, and walks to the door, opening it, expecting greyson to be outside with more findings on the protocore disease. 

the doctor freezes in his tracks as he sees you standing before him, your luggage beside you and a beaming smile plastered on your face. 

“you…” zayne trails off, eyes wide as for once in his life, he does not know what to say. his hand remained frozen on the doorknob. with all the stress he’s been under, he’s convinced that he must be hallucinating you.

“i didn’t expect chansia weather to be this cold.” you say, as if you didn’t just travel halfway across the world to see your boyfriend. 

you looked absolutely beautiful.

“you should’ve given me a warn— zayne?!” you were startled as he pulled you and your luggage in the hotel room. the door clicks shut and his hands were firmly on the side of your shoulders, as if he were analyzing you. 

“surprise?” you couldn’t help but giggle, only to be rendered speechless as zayne says nothing. 

zayne puts a finger under your chin as he tilts it up, staring deep into your eyes as if he were calculating. without any more warning he dips down and slots his lips firmly against yours. 

you let out a surprised noise but almost immediately closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer. 

with that kiss, you could feel zayne’s longingness, his yearning.

he needed this.

after a few seconds you pull away, you see zayne’s eyes still closed, you give his lips a playful peck and that seems to do the trick as he opens his eyes. 

you can see zayne’s tiredness in his green eyes and you unconsciously pout, sympathizing with your boyfriend's fatigue. 

“missed me?” you teased. zayne lets out a huff of laughter as he buries his face on the crown of your head, your figure embraced by him so comfortably. 

you could feel zayne smile as he takes a lungful of your scent.

“you have no idea.”