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» HAIKYUU + "JUST FRIENDS"

ft. akaashi, atsumu, kuroo, kita

tags : gn!reader, angst

a/n : ...hello

» AKAASHI walks you home - like he does, most of the time - in bleak temperatures with light snow scattered on the pavements. unfortunately for you, you’d forgotten your gloves, which leaves your fingers numb from exposure. akaashi notices it from the way you blow into your bare fingers repeatedly, and promptly reaches for the extra pair of gloves he always carries in his bag and hands them to you. when you accept his gloves with a smile, he doesn't know why but he feels his heart sink with a ‘thunk’ following whatever you say afterward; “thanks ‘kaashi, you’re a great friend!”

» ATSUMU’s a little tired of suna and osamu’s constant teasing of you and him, but he doesn't really mind either, because you're one of the only things he thinks of. not that he’d admit it, but there’s also a part of him that is dying to know if you really feel the same way that he does, and an even bigger part of him that’s wishing, praying for a reality where you're his. but the universe is unfair - you reply to them, wearing a apologetic yet genuine smile on your face, with a shake of your head - “nah, we're just friends.” then turn to grin at atsumu with a tilt of your head and a small part of him just dies, “we're really friends, aren't we?”

» KUROO bends down the moment he sees your mouth stretch wide open in yet another exhausted yawn; a piggyback-ride offer that you accept, climbing onto his back and securing your arms around him. as you do so, kuroo tries to ignore the heat pricking at the apples of his cheeks because while he’s used to carrying you home every other day, he certainly isn't used to the feeling of your warm breath fanning the crook of his neck and the snug fit of your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “i love you, tetsu.” his breath hitches at the sudden announcement you make. he feels his hopes soar, just a bit, until you add on with a soft yawn, “you're like a brother friend, y’know? big bro friend.”

» KITA invites you over to his house for a simple friday dinner and, with much insistence from your side, to help out with the cooking too. he stays in the kitchen as well to make sure that grandma yumie doesn't overdo whatever she’s making, to which she replies brightly with, “it's not called overdoing, shin-chan, we’ve got to make your future wife feel welcome!” you answer her statement by adverting your eyes groundward, obvious embarrassment carved out in your features. kita’s just about to deny whatever she’d said (although he kind of doesn't want to) when you speak up first instead. “ah, no grandma yumie, shin’s just a friend! he’s like a big brother to me.” and then he feels his heart stop.

rbs + comments appreciated!

@ryesei here u go <3

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General relationship HCs

Characters: Gorou, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli

Gorou

-The fact that Gorou loves you is always as clear as day.

-He does what he can to show you that he loves you.

-His love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation.

-Gorou loves to hear about your day.

-He takes an interest in your life that nobody ever has before.

-He’ll hang onto every word that you say and it’s because he wants to, not because he has to.

-Gorou loves hugging you.

-Every chance he gets he’ll have his arms wrapped around you.

-Leans his head on your shoulder if he can reach, otherwise he’ll nuzzle it into your shirt.

-He’ll steal quick kisses randomly throughout the day.

-Gives you headpats no matter your height, simply because it makes him happy to be able to do so.

-He loves to compliment you.

-Not a day goes by where he doesn’t call you stunning.

-He just about always says what’s on his mind, so the compliments often come out of nowhere just because he’s thinking about how amazing you are.

-He’s often too busy to take care of you if you get sick, but when he can he’ll be by your side.

-Makes sure to prepare some food for you to eat while you’re sick. If he doesn’t have time, he’ll ask somebody else to.

-He’s decent at taking care of you when you’re injured, but not the best. He’ll ask somebody more experienced to help out if it’s not something minor.

-Gorou is in love with you and you’ll always be reminded of that, whether it be due to his actions, his words, or other people going on about how in love with you he is.

Kazuha

-Kazuha’s love languages are quality time and receiving gifts.

-Kazuha enjoys feeling at home near you, so he tries to spend as much time with you as possible.

-He likes getting away from people and it just being you and him where you two can talk in private and update each other on everything that has happened in your lives.

-Part of him wants to ask you if you’d consider traveling with him, but he decides against it when he remembers how many times people wouldn’t open up their home to him. He doesn’t want you experiencing something like that.

-He enjoys receiving gifts and giving gifts.

-Whenever he comes back from one of his travels, he’ll give you a trinket that he picked up along the way. It’s always one that reminds him of you.

-He might not have anywhere to place the gifts that you give him–you’ll have to hold on to most of them–but he’ll always bring one with him.

-He’ll take it out and look at it when he misses you, it’s comforting to have with him.

-Beidou once asked him what he was doing when he was caught staring at a small trinket you got him and he could only respond with a smile, “I’m just thinking about (y/n).”

-Beidou could only laugh as she pat his back, noting that he’s never looked forward to going back to somewhere so much before he met you.

-It’s true, ever since he met you he has started to look forward to returning to some place, returning to you.

-If he’s there with you while you’re sick, he’s great at taking care of you.

-He’ll get you anything you need if you just ask for it.

-He’s gotten sick on multiple occasions from staying out in the rain as he tried to find shelter, so he’s experienced at nursing himself back to health and will use that knowledge to help you.

-Arguments are rare to have with him.

-Confrontations are rare too just because he’s so easy to get along with, but confrontations are more likely to occur than arguments.

-Kazuha takes you on dates to places that aren’t busy since he prefers people being far away enough to keep your conversations private.

-He’ll spend as much time as possible with you before he goes on his next trip.

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burnt out

xiao, kazuha x gn!reader (separately)

okokok im back and have another idea :)

synopsis: how they react to you falling asleep at your desk from overworking yourself from school/college/overtime at work.

warnings: none. maybe not perfect grammar bc it's 5am and I just woken up when i wrote this. buuuut besides that...

genre: it's just your average fluff/comfort junk :)

a/n: i haven't written anything in so long bc i myself was burnt out so you could call this a bit self indulgent ehe. im also more than willing to do a pt 2 w/ different characters wink wink

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it was getting quite late and you were really tired. the sun had set hours ago but you really need to get this work done as soon as you could.

before you know it you slowly start to hunch over your desk more and more, so slowly start to fade in and out of sleep. you try to shake your head to keep yourself awake but it was pointless.

xiao

xiao will stop in every night just because he knows you've been overworking yourself too much recently. tonight was no different of course.

he walks into your bedroom just too see you hunched over all your papers nearly fully passed out. he scoffs at this.

"y/n..." he walks up to you. "y/n. if you're going to sleep, use the bed right next to you. this can't be comfortable." he spoke softly hoping to not startle you.

you slowly drift back into consciousness. "huh?" you heard xiao but nothing fully registered of what he said yet. you rub your eyes and you feel someone's hand on your back. "xiao?" you whispered. "yes." he replied. you are fully sat up and still a little confused from you desk nap "what are you doing here?" you said as you turn and look up at him. "you worked yourself to sleep." he tries to get you up and leads you to bed but you stop him half way. "but xiao I really need to get this work done-" he cuts you off by him dropping his head a little and sighing.

"don't you think you need some rest, y/n?" he looked back at you. "but my work..." you barely were able to properly speak because you were so exhausted. "it can wait. you need rest" he said as he guides you to your bed. you didn't bother fo refuse because you knew it was pointless. you were way too tired, as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out. xiao decided to stay the night with you to make sure you slept well.

kazuha

he knows you've been working on this project that's had you tied down to one city. you insisted on him to keep up with his travels but something was stopping him. he knows you too well.

kazuha walks into your shared room from a day wondering around the city and no suprise he sees you at your desk passed out. he quietly laughs to myself and sighed. "you know y/n, you can't keep doing this to yourself" he said as he walks over to you with no real intention of waking you up.

he lifts your head up and grabs your legs to carry you to your bed. he gently lays you down and puts the blankets on you. this wakes you up. "oh my apologies. I didn't mean to wake you." kazuha said in softened tone. "kazuha.."

kazuha hushed you with a gentle kiss. "get some rest my love. you can work in the morning." he smiled. with his reinsurance you fell back into slumber.

Not to be biased or anything, but Iida simps are the most reliable people out there

From now on

You are not allow to complain about lack of content if you don't reblog content.

You're part of the problem. I don't care if it doesn't fit your aesthetic or you think that a like is "just as good". Reblogs are way more important than likes.

A like is like a quick almost mindless thing you do as a "neat" before you keep scrolling. At least that's what it feels like they are.

A reblog is telling that creator: Hey, I really like your stuff and want you to make more. I'll help by spreading your content around so more people can see it.

We all appreciate likes but they don't do any good if no one is sharing the content.

Every time I see such a difference in likes and reblogs it discourages me from writing more and I'm sure others feel the same.

i kept snickering like an idiot while drawing this

* ੈ✩‧₊* you fell first, but bakugo katsuki fell harder

notes: pls idk what this is ive literally never written anyth like this but ive always wanted to write a fic w/ this prompt,, also im thinking of doing an angst version of this 🤩

genre: fluff, lovesick bakugo + reader flirts w/ him a lot, childhood friends to lovers, tw: BARELY PROOFREAD ‼️

bakugo katsuki doesn't know anyone who annoys him more than you do.

he doesn't believe he's gotten this far in one piece when he's been stuck with someone like you since childhood. there's something infuriating about the way you tug on the strap of his school bag when both you and his mother are insisting that you walk to school together in the morning. it's even more infuriating when he doesn't know what in the world is fluttering in his chest and churning in his stomach when you start tugging on his sleeve instead.

bakugo katsuki has no idea why and when exactly he started doing it, but now his blood boils watching that dorky smile on your face while he carries your bag to school every morning and on the way home too.

"katsuki." you playfully bump your shoulder against his arm and grin, "you love me, don't you?"

"i'm doing this 'cuz you look like a fucking camel with this bulky ass bag of yours." he scowls, trying to ignore the tiny, tingling spark he felt on the fleck of his skin that met yours for a single second. "what hell is even in this, rocks?"

"is your back hurting? let me give you a back massage then. c'mon, take off your shirt and lie down."

he grimaces, a flush of scarlet spreading from his cheeks to the tip of his ears.

"what?" you chuckle. "you know we've seen each other naked before, right? remember when we used to take baths together as children? i even let you touch my-"

"shut the fuck up, l/n."

it's maddening how easily you fluster him, like it's your second nature. a teasing remark and a single wink, and he's all over the place. all he can do is click his tongue and walk straight ahead of you (though occasionally looking back if you're still with him)

bakugo katsuki tries to counter your flirty remarks. he can do better, he swears he can. a multitude of emotions takes over him when he sees a sliver of your underwear peeking through your clothes. his cheeks flush and his nails bury into his palmsー partly from the thoughts racing relentlessly in his head, and partly out of wrath for anyone who would dare to ogle you or loudly point it out to the whole room.

he stands protectively close behind you like a guard dog, obstructing anyone even a glimpse. he speaks in a low voice you didn't know he was even capable of, his breath grazing your skin. "oi. nice underwear." once again, he's annoyed to the brim hearing that faint tremble in his words.

he's relieved and all the same, flustered, watching you realize and immediately fumbling with your clothes, but no matter how many attempts, no matter how much he swears he can be a match to you and your teasing nature,

"nice? i'll let you borrow if you like it that much then."

you are the only losing game bakugo katsuki has ever been in.

what annoys him even more is that for some reason, he's able to bare his soul to you, in spite of the sheer ugliness, the plain cruelty of it, and the pathetic, endless heaps of insecurities overflowing from him.

he presses his palms against his face in a futile attempt to muffle out his angry sobs. you brush a hand over his heaving shoulder, "it's gonna be okay, katsuki. i promise." when he doesn't flinch nor pulls away, you gently coax him into a light embrace, your torsos barely touching yet emitting such intoxicating and soothing heat onto each other.

"the fuck are you crying for?" he snaps, confused and concerned as to why you're suddenly sniffling with him.

"i know, it's stupid." you hug him tighter. "i swear i'm not making this about me. i justー i wish i knew how to make you feel better."

'annoying,' he thinks as he hugs your waist and buries his tear-stained face into the crook of your neck. "i'm going to kill you if you tease me about this tomorrow, l/n."

"hey, i don't do that." you whisper comfortingly despite the threat. "you know i won't."

he knows you won't.

most of all, it gets on bakugo katsuki's nerves the most when he remembers you've had genuine, actual romantic feelings for him since you were children, and it's not just fickle banter and incessant flirting here and there.

"shit. your fever's still high." he mutters, pressing his large palm on your forehead. it astounds both of you how it almost covers your whole face. mindlessly, he shifts his palm sweetly to your cheek, tucking in any stray hair out of your face. what in the world have you done to have him wrapped around your little finger like this? you have him buying you medicine and checking your temperature with concern, feeding you food he cooked specially for your taste, and holding your perfect little hand just because you asked him to.

"thanks for taking care of me, katsuki."

"you're a pain in the ass, l/n."

katsuki anticipates another joke or a flirty remarkー something about ass most likely, but then you look up at him, widely staring, and you speak in the steadiest voice you could muster, "am i really?"

he doesn't answer.

"can i tell you something?" you continue. there's a pang in katsuki's chest when you slide your hands off of his. "i like you, katsuki. i still do after all these yearsー"

"shut up. that's your fever talking"

"no, this is just me talking. even if i wake up tomorrow and don't remember anything i said to you today, i'll probably end up saying the same thing again someday, and my feelings won't have changed at all."

steering clear of your eyes, katsuki starts rearranging the stacks of medicine on your nightstand and adjusting your blanket when your frail hand latches onto his wrist.

"i just need to know if you're actually uncomfortable with me or if i have absolutely no chance at all, then i'll stop. i'll distance myself from you even. if that's what you want."

he would never forgive you nor himself for it.

you laugh weakly and continue, "and then maybe i'll just date todoroki or somethingー"

"fuck it." he hisses. he swings the blanket over your face so he won't have to bear your gaping eyes when he spits out, "dumbass, i do like you. don't ever do that, jesus."

there's half a minute of silence between you, him still distraught over the mere image of you and todoroki, and you still buried in the blanket, sinking everything in. you pull the sheet slowly until your eyes peek out. it's unbelievely annoying, again, how fucking adorable you are, katsuki thinks.

"you do? since when?" you ask in a tiny voice that will echo in his mind for the rest of the day, he knows it.

"does it matter?"

"no?" you pull the blanket over yourself again.

and then another minute of agonizing silence.

"katsuki?"

"what? you need anything?"

"yeah. kind of."

"what is it?" he starts to panic a little, "tell me." your fever completely slipping his mind in the heat of the moment.

"can you tell me you like me again when i get better? i have a feeling i'll remember this is a fever dream, then i won't stop talking about it to you, and it'll be so embarrassing."

his mouth quirks up into a smirk. "how about this," he pulls the blanket off you and leans slowly, your cheeks flushing even hotter. he brushes his hand against your forehead and gently presses a kiss, his heart in shambles when he catches brief sight of you shutting your eyes tight. "i like you."

you open them again to see a devilish smirk on his face, except it's noticeably much softer than the usual one he wears. he kisses your cheek next, inhaling your scent as he presses his lips against your warm skin, "i like you."

you're a whole mess now. it's the feverish heat spreading across your cheeks as his hand makes its way to yours under the blanket, the close proximity of bakugo katsuki, his scent, the immense heat that gets you dazed and hitches your breath when he props his forehead onto yours. it's the years of closeness and familiarity you've always shared with him, now blooming into something more, like a flower that has just learned to face the sun and bask in the sweet, easy morning air.

"i like you." he says again. maybe he is a match for you after all. "if it's the only way to shut you up. i'll tell it over and over again."

you fell first. bakugo katsuki fell harder, much harder. seeing you escape under the blanket again and squealing when he tries to pull it back down, he doesn't remember what is it that he found so terrifying in falling in love with you.

it's you, after all, isn't it? the most annoying little shit he's always loved.

kuroo is the type to play along when some parent points at him and tells their kid “if u dont behave that man will take you away” and him going :D when the kid cries louder

clingy, kinda soft bakugou <3 no pronouns are mentioned!

it's late.

in fact, at this hour of the night, bakugou katsuki would be in bed, peacefully resting his body to prepare for another day of pro-heroing.

or rather, that should be what he's doing. instead, he's dragging his sore, tired self out of bed to find wherever you could be that's not in his arms. he's dearly missed the warmth that came from the other side of the mattress, which you occupied.

footsteps softly trudging along the planks of your home, bakugou discovers you in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your laptop underneath a singular, dim light source that hung over your head. the bluelight glasses that accompanied your face illuminated the screen of the laptop, and in his delirium, the blond notices that you're typing away on some sort of document.

he huffs, hoping that it would capture your attention... but to no avail, and bakugou is absolutely flabbergasted. how could you ignore him?

what could be more important than your lover that just wanted your attention to come to bed?

he tries over and over again, and it's not until bakugou coughs that he finally captures your attention, unfortunately for his impatience.

"you scared me," you sighed, hand going over your heart, "what's up?"

"come to bed, doofus," he grumbles, walking over to where you sat and draping himself over your body freely. you ignore him as if there's no problem, pretending as if there isn't some muscular hero splayed across your back, placing most of his weight onto you.

you continue typing away, irking bakugou to no end, "i'm almost done. go back to sleep without me, i'll be there soon."

"it's 3am."

"and?"

"and you're not where you're supposed to be, which is sleeping beside me."

a laugh filters through bakugou's ears, and he looks at you with an inquisitive stare, "katsuki, you have work tomorrow. go rest."

"and you have to visit me tomorrow on your day off, and i refuse to talk to your tired-ass that should've listened to me."

that's a lie. bakugou would do anything for you, regardless of whatever state you're in, because even though it seems like he hates taking care of you, but he's always at your beck and call regardless of the teasing he endures from you.

"wow, you really do care about me," you muttered, pretending to act touched as bakugou rolls his eyes, moving his arms to wrap firmly around your waist.

"as if. i just can't sleep without ya there. 'tis all," he grumbles through his teeth, "i don't care about your health."

a smile adorns your face. it's so obvious he's lying, judging by the way he's pressing his face against your shoulder and holding you tightly against him.

you fuel the fire, "and you wonder why i'm not going to bed."

"y/n," he groans, borderline whining.

"bakugou," you mimic, not tearing your eyes from the laptop screen.

"you can't pull out the last name on me, you little shit!"

"i can do whatever i want, bakugou katsuki."

"if you don't get up and come to bed in peace, i am going to resort to violence."

"please don't blow up the house again-"

in an instant, you're being picked up effortlessly and bakugou is carrying you out of the kitchen, shutting your laptop lid and turning off the lights simultaneously, before bringing you to your shared bedroom.

he throws you on the bed in an undignified manner and climbs in not too long after, pushing you down by leaning most of his weight on your body. the ironic part is that he carefully plucks your glasses off your face, gently putting them on the nightstand before flopping back over you, arms wrapped securely around your middle

bakugou sighs contently, melting into your warmth completely when your hands have found their home in his ruffled hair. he shifts his leg to rest over your hips, making sure that you couldn't escape as he continues basking in his paradise.

you almost want to scold him but you know that bakugou does this for you because he knows it's what is best for you. when you forget to take care of yourself and succumb to the feeling of never having motivation, he'll always be there to pull you back.

he's corrected multiple of your deprecating habits; such as going to bed late by forcing you to sleep when he does since he can't sleep without you. on the contrary, you've softened his edges a little, showing the explosive blond what it's like to be able to rely on someone else for a change.

as much of a pain in the ass bakugou was, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"i lovb youu, shtupid," he whispers against your neck, muffled. "shay it back."

a small laugh echoes through the space, "i love you too, katsuki."

"good, now go to shleep, or i will be mad."

"goodnight."

"goodnight."

and as rough as bakugou katsuki could be, he always made you feel loved, even in the darkness of your bedroom with him laying half on top of you.