Pink Roses - B.H.

Okay, hear me out.

After you and Billy has an argument over god knows, your crying on the couch whilst Billy had gone out to get some air. It’s his cooling down mechanism but you are too so he feels like even more shit for leaving you behind upset so every time he will without a doubt come home with flowers. Sometimes it might be one or the next it will be a bouquet but he always walks through the door maybe an hour later with a saddened look to see you so crushed.

He’ll put the flowers on a table or on the floor and sit at your feet, no words shared as his thumbs swipe away the tears, gentle eyes that was only given to you staring into your soul as he takes your hands next to kiss with such delicacy. He’s got a heavy touch so it feels like he’s grabbing you almost but it all gets made up for with his soft plump lips that he cares for with chapstick you give him every few months when he’s run out.

If you guys haven’t had dinner yet after your both calm, he’ll cook before going to bed with you in his arms. Though if you hadn’t forgiven him, he’s still at his knees for you, showering you and pampering you the rest of the night but if even that wasn’t enough; he’ll sleep on the couch till morning and make you breakfast in bed. He loves you a lot and shouting at you hurts even more than when his dad used to. He doesn’t want his girl feeling scared of him so if he has to carry you like one of them royals on a bed, he will do it.

Hope your feeling well, Lovely. <3

a/n: Okay so sorry this took so long; I write so slow and I've been writing multiple things but this was so cute I LOVE the idea of it sm. I wanted to do like every single thing in there, but I couldn't cause it'd be wayyyy too long and idk how many people wanna read that, and also just, I'd be making contradictions in the story asdfghjkl. I hope you're feeling well too bby! <3

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Text-heavy; not a lot of dialogue, mentions of arguments/yelling, trauma-related emotions, maybe OOC Billy? abuse mention

Pink Roses - B.H.

The moment Billy walked out the door, he regretted it.

He regretted fighting with you, he regretted the yelling and the words the both of you would hurl at one another in your anger. He regretted that he'd hurt you, knowingly too.

He regretted being like his father.

You always insisted he wasn't his father. He was Billy Hargrove, not Neil Hargrove. But sometimes, when things got hard, or when he was alone with too many thoughts, he'd find himself feeling like the man who made his life miserable before he'd met you.

Billy never hit you. He could never even imagine doing that. The closest he'd come to ever hurting you was grabbing your wrist, and he was stronger than he realized- it's what he got for weight lifting. And his bodies instinctual response to fight and defend. He needed to really pay attention to how heavy his hand was, even in moments of love. It was never intentional.

But he tortured himself. He told himself that maybe that was who he really was and he was just trying to hide it; that really, he was an abuser like his father, and that he would only ruin you. Like how his father ruined his mother, ruined him, ruined everything he ever touched.

As guilty as he felt leaving you in the house, the small home you two had gotten in Hawkins (as much as he wanted to go to California or something, the two of you were still young and Max was still here, still a teen), most definitely crying, alone, he wouldn't go back just yet. He knew better than that at this point.

Years together, being away from his father, you, surviving Starcourt, it all helped. It gave him the chance to work on himself without the heavy hand of a parent that despised him. Almost dying, not being able to control himself and his actions quite literally, everything, it made him think.

But he still struggled. An entire life thus far of abuse and abandonment wasn't something that could easily be undone. In fact, it was likely that even with time and change, there would still be parts of him that would peak through. Parts of him that would never trust properly, or would retain fear and anger in horrible ways.

So he knew, right now, he needed air. Even with regret, his blood was still pumping fast. He still felt the remnants of anger and adrenaline from the yelling match the two of you had just had. So staying away for now was better than walking back in. Even if he wanted to.

You always told him that was progress: the acknowledgement and realisation that his emotions were dangerous, and the willingness to separate himself for his own good and others.

He always just said it would be better if it never happened at all.

The cool air was a balm to his burning blood. The way it whipped around his Camaro as he drove aimlessly made him feel better. It quieted his thoughts and allowed him to breathe. The radio played a song, one he didn't really have any particular feelings for, but it was better than empty silence.

When the driving fast (something he knew you'd get angry at him for) and the loud music from his radio (if you were there right now, you'd be singing with it just as loud) ran it's course and he no longer felt as angry, or angry at all, he pulled his car into a strip of small stores.

He didn't even bother to turn his car off, leaving it on but locked as he entered one of the small stores. They sold various things inside, but the item he came for was the flowers; they always had so many different ones and you always mentioned how beautiful they were.

It felt juvenile as he picked out flowers. He knew nothing of the 'language of flowers' but he remembered Max mentioning that pink roses are a symbol of apology; asking for forgiveness and to show gratitude, appreciation.

And Max only knew that because Lucas had gotten them for her, on more than one occasion. Billy always knew when Max and Lucas had a fight, or broke up (again, god, he keeps asking her why she keeps going back if they've broken up at least six times already, she says he 'wouldn't get it,') he would see pink roses in the house when he still lived there.

He had gotten sick of the colour pink.

But now it wasn't so annoying to look at, not when he looked at the pink roses and thought to himself- thought about you and whatever it was you argued about. He couldn't even really pinpoint the exact reason for whatever triggered the argument, which made it all the more silly. He looked at the roses in his passenger seat where you always sat, driving back home to you.

He couldn't be sick of the colour pink. Not when it's meaning in those flowers was something he felt. He loved you, and he was thankful for you. Always sorry after a fight. It would always be you, no one else was meant for him like you were- no amount of arguments or sullied words could change the fact that it would always be you.

He understood Max more than she knew. More than he realised too.

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Inside the small house, you lay curled up on the couch. It smells like him. Everything in the damn house smells like him; his cologne, cigarettes (he tried to smoke outside most of the time but it wasn't always) and it only made your eyes water once again.

You regret it the moment he walks out the door, slamming it shut behind him. You regret the volume of your voice and the words you spoke. You regret letting him walk out.

But you also respected that he did so. It could've easily went differently. His measuring of his own emotions, allowing him to remove himself from the situation; that was something more new.

You couldn't look at him and not say he made progress everyday.

Whatever the argument had been lost on you the moment you fall onto the couch in tears. Hagard breathes from anger and adrenaline. Angry tears become sad ones, lonely ones. And you just wish he was there. Even if you're mad.

Only Billy Hargrove knows how to make you this upset, and only Billy Hargrove knows how to make you feel better.

It's the double edged sword of being so close to someone; so close to him. You know each others flaws, you know their weak spots and the words to use to dig in deep- but you also know the words to make them feel better, the touch to comfort them and calm them down.

It's so contradictory. Your body and mind are angry with him, but at the same time, they want him there, to make you feel better.

It takes time for him to come back. However long had passed, you aren't sure, because the time blurs together as you lay on the couch, tears still spilling down your cheeks. You hate them because you can't control them and they just seem insistent on sticking around.

But you know it's late because the light isn't coming from the windows, and when he opens the front door, maybe a bit gingerly, you hear crickets, and no cars.

You hear his heavy steps; booted feet hitting the faded hardwood floor. Parts of you flood with relief now that he's back. The house feels fuller once more, but all the same, there is a pain and anger in you. The metaphorical temperature is still cool in the house as the memories of an argument too intense for its own good linger.

You're not facing him, rather, facing the inside back cushions of the couch, one of your arms under your head like a makeshift pillow while the other rests curled up into your chest. You smell is cologne when he walks closer; stronger than it was on the furniture. Invading your senses.

The crinkling from the flowers Billy brought back with him interrupt dead silence; he places them on the floor beside the couch before he lowers himself onto the floor as well, back to you, just as you had yours to his, resting an arm on his propped up knee.

It stays quiet. There's nothing neither your nor him can find it in you to say. Words that should be said, words that want to be said, stay locked behind your tongues. Stuck in your throats.

If he was still angry, Billy might've walked in, and scoffed at the sight of you crying on the couch. He might've rolled his eyes and ignored you. But he wasn't angry anymore. And it was something that he had worked on.

He was only sad when he saw your body on the couch. He only felt heartbroken, and wanted to take back everything that happened. It was an emotion he was used to. Regret. But it was one he spent his entire life burying.

There hadn't been time to feel regret. Not when every action he made had been a response to the abuse he had experienced. Not when, in his life, he had only known the feeling of trying to survive in a world that seemed to be against him from the start. There was no place for regret then.

But now he was safer than he had been before. And he could feel regret for his actions; truly, deeply, feel them.

And hurting you, in any way, shape, or form, was something he regretted.

It was quiet. No noise save for the breathing from both of you. But eventually, the quiet breaks when he moves his body from where he sits at your feet, basically crawling his way to where your head sits. The sound of his leather jacket he had yet to take off evaded your senses as he brought himself closer.

You wanted to look at him. So you swallowed any embarrassment you felt for crying, or any lingering negative emotions and pettiness, and slowly maneuvered to turn over onto your other side.

His beautiful blue eyes met yours, and they looked sad. Your eyes could only fill with tears you had believed had dried up by now, but rather, they were waiting for something to trigger them again.

His larger hand, rings and all, reached up and he used his thumb to wipe the tears that built up from your eyes, barely giving them the chance to fall. He was heavy handed, as gentle as he tried to be, so the way he did it almost made you crack a sad smile. It was like he was getting ready to fight the tears away if he had to, like they were a physical opponent. It's as if he's grabbing your face more than wiping your tears away.

But you don't care, because it's him. It's absolutely, perfectly, Billy Hargrove. Heavy handed by nature, it is filled with emotion and care. He doesn't hurt you. And it feels like protection whenever he does touch you this way. You could fade away into his hands, you loved them so much. It made more tears fill your eyes. This man, you couldn't lose this man. And every time you argued you worried, maybe he won't come back.

He always did however.

His eyes look so gentle. Something that only you have ever gotten to experience. For Billy Hargrove was tough, he was angry in most things and empty eyes were an easy way to keep people at a distance. But you saw every emotion that no one else did.

Engulfing your hand with his own after he takes it, it feels tingly. Warm. He's always been like a personal heater (something you loved in the cold but hated in the summer because he would wrap himself around you and not let go till you cried uncle) and it feels good in those moments to have his hand holding yours. It feels like he's holding your hand more than you're holding his, grabbing it. It's his heavy touch.

His plump lips touch the skin on your knuckles softly. They're soft, and warm, and you can tell he's still using the chapstick you get him every few months. Because as much as you loved feeling his lips on your own, he was definitely just stealing the chapstick off your lips at that point and it was only fair if you could do the same.

"...'m sorry."

It's so quiet and muffled when he says it that you almost miss it. But you're so close and it's so quiet around you that you do hear it. Words are hard for him, words of remorse and apologies, it's always been hard. But he's saying it, he's trying.

The pink roses on the floor beside him finally catch your eye and you feel your chest fill with an overwhelming love and warmth.

"I'm sorry too," you respond, voice wobbly as you pull yourself closer to him while also pulling his head closer to you where you can rest your forehead against his own.

One of his hands comes up to cup the back of your neck, holding it with some pressure as his fingers touch your hair and he digs his fingers into it if he can.

"I'll do better."

You shake your head abruptly, almost horrified that he thinks he's not doing better or not doing good enough at this pace right now.

"No, you are doing better," you say firmly, looking into his eyes sternly, still glossy with tears, "I'll do better too."

"Guess we both have to do better," he says with a hint of humour. His smile, it's so beautiful. It is one of your most favourite sights in the entire world.

"I love you Billy."

He's silent at first, as he slightly pulls back from you. It doesn't matter how many times you say it to him, it's still sometimes surreal. Since he was a child and his mother left, no one told him they loved him. But you came into his life, and told him more than he thought he deserved.

"Is this a shit time to say I got flowers?" He's good at changing the subject. He's said he loves you before, but sometimes its overwhelming. Giving love to someone and it being given back tenfold, "Cause they were expensive and need water, or whatever."

You laugh. A small, but genuine laugh. You love this man, and you know you always will.

"They're beautiful; the Lucas and Max special? I'll put them in a vase if you go get dinner started- unless you ate when you left?" You say as you begin sitting up, Billy moving back and getting up himself, dropping a heavy kiss to your lips as he does so.

"Screw off," he responds with no malice, rolling his eyes playfully, "Max only gets one of these shits at a time from her boyfriend, I got you the whole bouquet. And no, I didn't."

"A real man," you jokingly say, plucking the bouquet that he had picked up when he stood up himself from his hands, you stand there for a moment looking at them. They smell amazing, and it's mixed with his scent. Smells like his car, like his cologne. They're beautiful. You almost get lost in them, "...thank you."

He's already going to your small open kitchen when you speak again, grabbing the singular glass that is tall enough for the flowers and putting it on the small table for you while he's also grabbing a pan.

"Don't tell Max, for Christ's sake," he bemoans, "I won't hear the end of that shit."

"Good thing I invited her for dinner tomorrow."

"What? Babe, come on..."

You don't offer him a response as you smile to yourself; he's sulking only a bit and mumbling to himself as he grabs things to start cooking. Things go quiet once more as you unwrap the flowers and cut off their thorns.

"...love you too."

Yeah. He was the only man you'd ever love.

'happy endings' - Kiyoshi Teppie x Reader (pt.1)

part 2

nsfw // 18+ content

You didn't know how bad the condition of Kiyoshi's leg really was until you were sitting in the infirmary with him listening to the nurse talk. He collapsed in the middle of the game, unable to get back up, causing him to be carried to the infirmary on a stretcher. Usually, Riko would be the one to accompany him but the game was at its peak and there was no way the team could manage out on their own - that's where you came in.

You followed the paramedics as they carried Kiyoshi to the infirmary - putting him down on the bed and the nurse rushing to aid him - it was awkward, not knowing anything about what was happening and standing in the corner. When the nurse was done her examination she stood back and began to talk to Kiyoshi - Kiyoshi's face relaxed as he took in a deep breath, indicating goos news - after her talk with Kiyoshi she turned to look at you. "There are some steps you need to do before he can go back," She said as she gestured you to follow her. You made your way over to her, watching her sit down on the bed next to Kiyoshi's injured leg.

He had simply pulled a muscle, and with his previous injury, it had a horrible effect on his leg. His muscles were tense, locked almost as the nurse attempted to move them. The sight was rather repulsive - it looked like his legs had been injected with blotchy steroids - but you kept a poker face as you watched the nurse massage his leg. She walked you through the various techniques that would calm his muscles down, pressure points that would relax him and so on.

"Repeat this for 30 minutes and you should be good," She said as he got up. "I recommend that you do this massage before and after any form of physical exertion."

You weren't close with Kiyoshi at all. You knew him, he knew you, but other than that you two were ghosts to each other. Acquaintances would be the appropriate term. Did you have a crush on him despite that? Maybe - leaning more towards yes. It was awkward massaging your crush - but it was part of your job, or a new addition anyways - so you tossed your discomfort aside and started to recreate the motions the nurse was doing before.

"You're good at this,"

You looked up at Kiyoshi.

"You're so much gentler than her-" He said adjusting his position. "She was practically boxing with my leg."

You flashed a small smile before turning back to his leg. The room went quiet again. You found yourself focusing on the task - too absorbed in it to have your guard up about your other surroundings - so when you heard a moan your body jerked up and you stopped. You looked at Kiyoshi - whose face was burning red - 'I'm a little touch-sensitive,' He said trying to laugh it off. You simply nodded and went back to massaging, trying to ignore your panties getting damp and the weird feeling in the bottom of your stomach when you replayed the sound over and over again in your head.

You came into the infirmary thinking that it was a one-time job - and after hearing Riko marvel at how quickly Kiyohis leg got better after the massage - you got promoted to full-time. Before and after practice and games, you would have Kiyoshis leg in your lap as you gently glide your hands on his calves, pressing down on the spots as you were instructed, for half an hour each time.

A perverted part of you actually liked the job - I mean, you got to be so close to your crush. You would often zone out and stare at him as he tried to crack jokes to try to lighten up the atmosphere. You noted that you were weird for getting some sick kick out of getting to touch him like this - the intimacy caused butterflies in your stomach - and you would pretend not to notice the many times he would moan or grunt during your sessions, sometimes you'd purposefully go over his sensitive spots to hear his moans - because oh my god, he sounded hot. It was wrong, and you knew that, but seeing him squirm under your touch itched something in you that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

It sounded like a laid-back job, but trying to work through the literal rock-hard muscles made your hands sore - 'i should be getting paid,' you thought to yourself as you put Kiyoshis leg on your lap for your massage session - but sadly, you were getting promotion after promotion with no wage insight.

"What?!"

You looked at Riko in disbelief. You were standing in front of her father's gym - freezing your ass off from the cold wind - ignoring the towering figure next to her. You were not a violent person, but at that moment you could've killed Riko. You paid no mind to Kiyoshi as he stammered next to Riko - 'it's no problem - i don't even need it' - but the way Riko was staring at you contradicted that.

You were the only one who knew how to do the massage - down to the groves and all - so it made that Riko call you when Kiyoshi's body was stiff as a rock. The last game in the tournament had pushed him to the edge, his body sore still a day later, so Riko suggested that you do his massage again - only it be a full-body one. You hated the idea, but deep down you knew that you had to do it - and after emptying out Rikos wallet as payment - you followed her as she led you and Kiyoshi inside her father's gym. There was a dedicated yoga room - with blinds that could be pulled down - 'kinda convenient,' You point out as you enter the room. 'the women feel more comfortable having the windows blocked during their yoga session, so my dad installed them,' Riko replied - you helped set up the makeshift massage table and bid Riko farewell as she exited the room.

"Uh - I should go change," Kiyoshi said awkwardly. "The lockers are too far - just change in here, I'll look away." You had been caressing this mans legs for a little over a month now, you had established a very sturdy professional relationship with him, so you saw no problem with him changing in the same room - besides, you were going to see him almost naked anyway.

You kept it professional as you turned around and let him change - minus the few glances you shot at his reflective metal water bottle showing his naked back - and as soon as he was stripped down to his underwear you got to work. He got on the massage table and you began right away. His muscles immediately relaxing under your touch. Your body froze when you heard the strained moan that escaped his mouth when you started to massage him. You quickly learned how sensitive Kiyoshi actually was - he would squirm under your touch, bite his lips and curse under his breath when you would go over certain spots - your brain was foggy from the hormones raging within you, making you go quiet. Too quiet to a point where it looked like you were mad.

"Your hands feel like clouds," Kiyoshi remarked as you massaged his shoulders. "Apparently clouds are super heavy," You said as you pressed down on his shoulders. "They weigh tons." Kiyoshi chuckled at that. "There go my dreams of sleeping on clouds," He joked. You - as usual - gave your quick smile before your face dropped into its emotionless state - 'don't look at his back. don't look at his back,' you looked at his back in full view and your heart stopped. it was like staring at a greek-god. you felt almost honoured to be touching him like this.

No one could tell my look at him, but Kiyoshi was in horrible condition - there was no way that he could play more than a quarter, and that's the optimistic angle - but you tried your best to pull through it.

"I'm weighing the team down, aren't I?"

It broke your heart hearing that.

"No, you're our leading player. You carry the team, to be honest," You said trying to make him feel better. "You should joke more often," He replied. "I'm being serious-" "Whatever," He mumbled.

You had never seen Kiyoshi like this before - he was always sporting a happy-go-lucky attitude and smile - and though it wasn't part of your job, you decided to cheer him up.

"Let's make a deal," You said as trailed down to his back. "If you win, I'll give you another full body massage," He didn't look too amused by that. "With-" that piqued his interest. "A surprise to give your day a happy ending."

"Seriously-" "I'm dead serious."

Kiyoshi played like a monster after that massage, outdoing Kagami when it came to dunking. You didn't know that he'd suddenly get such an urge to play after your offer - was he really that interested in a full body massage? - everyone wanted to know what you had done to fire him up so much after the game.

"Tell me," Riko said as you two packed up the last of the stuff in the locker room. "What did you say to him? Word for word?" "I just told him I'd do s full body massage again-" "And?" "I'd give his night a happy ending. I was thinking of surprising him with some food or-" "You told him WHAT?"

That night in the locker room, you found that happy endings didn't always refer to the princess getting together with the prince. You found out that you had gotten yourself into a BIG big mess.

It felt weird knowing that Kiyoshi risked his leg for a chance to have you jerk him off - was it really that big of a deal to risk your entire bodily health? - but it felt weirder knowing that he'd be under the impression that you were going to do it. You tried not to think about it too much as you massaged his beck, smoothing over his muscles and you made your way to his shoulders.

"You were on fire today," You blurted. You were nervous and the silence wasn't helping.

"Thanks," He replied.

It was time for him to get on his back. You tried your best not to stare at the growing bulge in his pants. You'd tried your best to ignore the voice in your head screaming at you to grab it, palm it - just touch it in any sort of way - but you refrained. Yes, you had questionable thoughts during your sessions, but you weren't going to do what essentially can be a crime - but then again, that's what he's expecting. You hated that you gave in - your body was raging with lust, panties soaked from the sight of him in front of you - and you slowly moved your hand down to his bulge. You grazed your fingers over it - the moan that followed was all you needed to keep going - slowly you began to palm it, feeling him throb under your touch. You felt the fabric get damp and pulled your hand away - precum had soaked a circle in his underwear - and with that, you grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. His dick practically sprung out - 'oh god, it's big' you thought as you stared at it - you slowly reached out and grabbed it in your hands. The sudden touch causing Kiyoshi to let out a loud moan.

Fueled by your own desire to explore his body, you began to pump your hand, slowly going up and down his dick. You focused on the shaft, wanting to feel his veins against your palm. Kiyoshi threw his head back and let out a string of moans - practically screaming when he felt your other hand on his thigh, massaging his sensitive spots with heavenly pressure.

You didn't consider yourself dominant in any way; especially sexually - but the way Kiyoshi withered under your touch awakened a new feeling within you. You liked how in control you were - such a strong, powerful man, crumbling under the touch of someone like you - and the more you watched him squirm, the more pleasure you got.

You felt bad - but the urge to toy with him was too loud to ignore.

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ill write sub Kiyoshi smut if this gets 1 note.

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izayanara

2 years ago

Good. Mmm.

Miscommunication

Yan!Douma, Yan!Akaza, Yan!Kokushibo, Yan!Muzan x FEM!reader

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Word count: 6.2K Warning(s): Not proof read, so expect a few grammar mistakes, Yandere themes, mentions of gore, mentions of death, yandere behavior, dark themes, Douma. A/N: These four have been on my mind for a while and since my mother tongue isn’t English, I thought it would be funny to write something with a language barrier. Everything the three upper moons say are in Japanese, everything the reader says is in whatever language you want.

Foreign.

That was the word of the month.

You were in a foreign country, with a foreign language, surrounded by foreign people.

What should’ve been a trip to enrich your cultural knowledge turned into a story straight out one of your father’s horror novels. You came to Japan with little to no knowledge of the country and its residents. First mistake. You did bother to learn some of the words they spoke. It felt itchy on your tongue when you spoke them. You couldn’t get your mouth in the correct position to articulate the letters, being too familiar with the English pronunciation and resulting in a thick accent lacing everything you said in the foreign tongue. You didn’t see it as important to learn the language, as long as you could excuse yourself in a polite way and say hello and goodbye it would be fine. Second mistake.

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izayanara

2 years ago

HELLO THERE LOVE. Can i request a headcanon of Kise, Midorima, Kagami, Himuro, and Miyahi Kiyoshi reacting to their fem s/o getting injured in a basketball match like kirisaki daichi style? And what would they do to comfort or take care their s/o? Btw i love your blog so much mwuah please stay healthy. ♡

you get kirisaki daichi-injured

a/n: eeeee tysm anon! eat well and have a happy day <3

warnings: reader injuries, basketball player!reader

ft. kise ryouta, midorima shintaro, kagami taiga, himuro tatsuya, kiyoshi teppei

KISE literally was about to run into the court, but kasamatsu had to hold him back as the coach, referee, and other important staff came to circle around you. the person you were versing had elbowed you in the ribs when you caught the rebound ball, and unfortunately cracked them. luckily, the referee had spotten that foul, and kirisaki daichi were banned from competitive play for at least couple years— which kise thought, should be way more. he finally was able to catch you when you were walking towards the benches, and helped you to escort out of the building. outside, he sat you on the bench and allowed you to lean on him. “does it hurt?” he asked softly, careful not to move you around too much. you nodded, “the physician said i can’t play for the rest of the season. why? why do they fucking play like that?” your tears began to fall and he repeatedly kissed your forehead, knowing how much it hurts to stop playing mid-game and feeling useless about it. “you got it next year, y/n-cchi..” he muttered, “i swear, when it’s our turn to verse them, i will beat the living hell out of them. can i sleep over tonight?”

MIDORIMA has never shown so much expression. the minute he saw a basketball thrown to your face, which knocked you down. rage filled his expression and his fists were clenched (gosh, even takao was scared), but he knew better than to interfere with your treatment as the medical team circled around you. when the next game started, he rushed to the infirmary to you, taking your hand to kiss the knuckles. “shintaro, i’m fine.” you smiled, honestly kind of happy about his concern. he eyed your eyepatch, the sides all red and swollen, and frowned. “that’s so fucked up,” he muttered, “i hope they get their karma for that. disqualification is not enough.” you chuckled a bit and sighed, “i can’t play for the rest of this season. this bruise is pretty bad.” midorima frowned again, “i’ll be with you through everything, so don’t struggle alone.” after that, midorima made sure not to let you move so much. and he swore he will get back at kirisaki daichi when it was time for his playoffs.

KAGAMI was literally too stunned to speak. he knew what kirisaki daichi was like, but he never, ever, expected it to happen to you. so when he saw you get squished between two players when you were going for the rebound, he froze, and watched all the people go to circle you. “kagami-kun, you should check up on y/n-san.” kuroko said, nudging him a bit. and suddenly it hit him, and he ran onto the court, pushing the people crowding over you, immediately taking you in his arms. the medical team was hesitant, but he insisted he hold you. “fucking hell, let’s get you to the benches.” he gave the other team the iciest, deadliest glare before carefully guiding you to sit down. when you sat, he made sure your sight was blocked from the other team, not sparing them a glance of your situation. “where does it hurt?” “on a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?” he keeps asking all these probing questions until you kiss him to shut him up. “taiga, i’ll be fine.” you chuckled, “i hope they get fucking disqualified though.” kagami took a first aid kit from his bag (something he keeps on him at all times) and bandaged you up. “we’re gonna fucking get them back.” he uttered, “in the mean time, you’re staying with me.”

HIMURO was furious. he was the one who called the timeout even though he wasn’t in the position to╴but he didn’t care. he saw, with his two own eyes, a player purposely trip you, then later trample on you to “get to the other side of the court.” “they better get fucking disqualified,” himuro expressed to the coach. with the help of murasakibara, they both brought you to the infirmary, only letting the nurse and teammates see you. when players from kirisaki daichi tried to peek, he slammed the door, yelling at them to go away or go to hell. eventually everyone left and it was just you two. “hey, i’m here.” he whispered to you, stroking your head. “does it hurt? can you move?” you smiled at him and shook your head, “i think i can’t play for a bit.” his heart shattered and gripped your hand, kissing your forehead. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

KIYOSHI warned you. he told you multiple stories about the times he got personally injured, and how it’s brutal, cruel, and every bad word in the dictionary. he even tried to convince you to skip this match for the sake of keeping you safe, but you insisted that the team needed you, and if something happened, you’ll be okay either way; you couldn’t win if you didn’t try. but the minute the other player pushed you down with the ball when they blocked you, making you crash onto the ground, kiyoshi’s eyes widened and he sprinted onto the court. he did not give a damn about what the referee was yelling about— something along with “you shouldn’t be here,” or “go back, go back!” along with the rest of your teammates and coach, they circled around you, but the only person in your line of vision was kiyoshi. “your nose.. it’s bleeding sweetheart. can someone get me some gauze and tissues?” your teammate quickly obliged, and kiyoshi tried to treat you with so much care, but it hurt too much. “sorry love, i know it hurts.” you shook your head, “thank you so much, teppei.” when you looked in the direction of kirisaki daichi, all of them were smirking and giggling, and the person who caused your injury gave an evil grin at you, sticking their tongue out. you gulped, and when kiyoshi saw what you were staring at, he scowled. “no wonder you guys never go to finals╴you don’t even know how to play.” with that, he guided you to the infirmary, where he whispered sweet nothings as he treated you and you rested.

HELLO THERE LOVE. Can I Request A Headcanon Of Kise, Midorima, Kagami, Himuro, And Miyahi Kiyoshi Reacting

*＊✿❀reblogs and likes are appreciated❀✿＊*

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izayanara

1 year ago

Yss

I know this is like so random but do you have any geto, gojo, nanami, or megumi ao3 recs because the only good fics I’ve read of jjk are ones you’ve written 😭

you have come to the right place :,) i post more recs than fics at this point haha most of these are copy pasted off previous rec lists but have been added onto! the ones with green + marks are NEW RECS

here's a post on how to use ao3 to find fics by yourself for those who dont know <3

I Know This Is Like So Random But Do You Have Any Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Or Megumi Ao3 Recs Because The

gojo + ao3:

+ intrinsic warmth: my favourite fic of all time. like genuinely. insane writing, fucking amazing in every sense of the term. 2nd time recommending this! reader's character is so sick BUT updates real slow (which isnt a bad thing!! good things take time!!) so i wouldn't read if you aren't patient // 122k words, 15 chapters, incomplete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ the witches' brew: super cute fluff! reader owns a cafe, gojo is a regular, it's all around adorable // 2 chapters, 11k words, completed

+ all that is solid melts into air: arranged marriage trope! i haven't read but @/aanobrain loves this one // 7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ cake batter: established relationship w/ dad!gojo & megumi <33 not much to say, just short n sweet, i am such a sucker for dad gojo so its no surprise there's one of these on the list.. // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ best of luck: initial concept is really unique!! confessions, slight angst, takes place at the beginning/middle-ish of s1 i think? so cute loved this <;3 // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ afternoon tea(se): gojo torturing megumi. classic !! so so cute love the banter // 1.7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ my apologies, gordon ramsay: god i hate this man. jk. reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! // 8k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ a name known only to paper: platonic, angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. reader is gojo's older sibling. // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ heart beats: another collection! i looove gojo in this so so cute i also adore bff nanami in the last one haha // 11k words, 3 pieces

+ exposure therapy: this is 1/2 of a 2 piece collection. when i read this for the first time i was floored- i love the creative take, and the reader's character (it was a 'she's so me' moment). this author writes with such a subtle but unadulterated take on love and i adore it // 5k words

+ how to be a human being: 2/2 of the previous rec and the perfect continuation in every sense of the term. oh my gosh, is this masterful- from the relationships & writing of megumi and tsumiki to gojo (i almost forgot this was a rec for him) it's all around amazing // 20k words

+ the sanctity of a name: SO SENTIMENTAL !! what an adorable work that rly goes into the psychology and significance of his technique + upbringing. so real and raw and very him // 2k words, complete, 1 chapter

+ assumptions: omf jealous gojo...... he's so cute in this!! you guys are married and it's almost his birthday, but while you're planning his surprise party he suspects something else.. // 6k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ even with the lights off: RAHHHH another fic that has me floored and pushing the #saveijichi agenda at the same time // 8k words, 2 chapters, complete

nanami + ao3:

+ math help: dad!nanami w son!yuuji.... yeah that's all i really need to say i think! // 1 chapter, 2k words, complete

+ photo albums: nanami shares abt his childhood! // 1k wc, 1 chapter, complete

+ i don't really read for nanami but i would check out @aanobrain and maybe shoot them an ask bc she's a big fan :)

geto + ao3:

+ lessons in love: DAD!GETO.................. im such a sucker for a good family dynamic in fics and this is adorable !! no curse au if i remember right! // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ forever is in your eyes: angsty but ends in fluff :,) touches on his mental state, riko's death, all that! so sweet, i adore how this author writes him <;3 // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly w gojo-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ dog days are over: a series!! by the same author who wrote ripverse which is how you know it's going to be brilliant !! marriage, parenthood, some nsfw moments // 30k words, 5 chapters, incomplete

+ curious cat: cat gojo and neighbor geto.. i love this one! it's so so cute and sweet, if you're looking for some light fluff this is definetely for you // 8k words, 5 chapters, complete

megumi + ao3:

+ complicit: college!au !! i remember reading this and loving it omg, the unique concept kept me hooked and interested, especially paired w the lovely writing! one of my fav series ive read. be warned, last chapter is nsfw // 18k words, 5 chapters, complete

+ a very special december 22nd: cute bday fic :,) forgive me for reccing all this author's megumi fics... theyre just too good !! i love the dynamics, all of it! // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ kisses and cough syrup: THE BANTER!! THE FLUFF!!!!! i love this fic sm, so cute! // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ nocturnal: establishING relationship fics are one of my fav genres and this hits the nail on the head.. he's so stupid silly in this and i know you'll love it like i do // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ lover boy: 2nd year reader, annoying meddling gojo, placed at the beginning-ish where megumi gets beat tf up- what more could you ask for! // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ difficult to not overthink: todo strikes again! you ponder megumi's type // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ten confessions: megumi: ten dif confessions in dif tropes each time, so they can all be read as stand-alone pieces! so so cute and beautifully written.. we all know i love a good confession // 19k words, 7 chapters, incomplete

+ therefore, i am: reader gets mixed up in the world of sorcery.. megumi's there, too! // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ takes one to know one: flowershop au..... convulsing on the ground. my fav trope, ever, and so so cute oh my GOSH // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ i really (x6) like you: fluff!! this is the one i linked in my og ask but it deserves a place here too <3 // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

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izayanara

2 years ago

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izayanara

2 years ago

you are the best writer for billy out there, i just love the way you write him. do you have any headcanons for him in love?

A/n: This is so... Sweet I could cry, really, it made me smile so big like 🥺 I'm worried sometimes about how I write him and think I should change parts of it but I do like writing him and how I do it so this means a lot me 💞

Billy in love HC's

You Are The Best Writer For Billy Out There, I Just Love The Way You Write Him. Do You Have Any Headcanons

Billy's never been in love, not really.

The most love Billy has known is from his mother, but even then, his mother left him with his abusive father so even that love was warped and skewed

But it's all he's known, so he's going to have trouble with loving and being loved.

When he does find someone he falls in love with its slow but fast at the same time; slow in that it takes him a while to realize what he is feeling is love, but fast in that the falling in love happens real quick.

It doesn't sit right with him; this feeling in him makes him feel weaker, and all soft inside. And when he's weak and soft he's exposed, he's right in front of the fire.

Keeping his emotions closed off most of the time is how he copes with his father and everything. One of the only emotion he feels deeply and can't control to his will (though arguably he can't control the others, he just forces them to morph into anger) has always been anger, and it is because his father only showed anger; nothing else was normalized.

Lust is familar; he's felt lust for people, wanted them. Had them. But this isn't lust. Or it isn't just lust.

Would separate himself from you at first most likely.

Like, if you're the cause of his rampant emotions that he's kind of worried about, it's easiest to just cut you off.

Acts weird as hell in general; weird as in he doesn't act as rude as usual with Max, doesn't argue as much with people, brushes Max off instead of starting shit with her. Actually sometimes sits quietly in class instead of fucking around.

Max is gonna talk to him. Like, hello? Are you sick or something, you're being really weird bro.

Will get angry or defensive about it like, mind your own fucking business kinda angry.

But maybe it slips, or Max is better at reading his emotions than he thinks- ("you may be a piece of shit but we're family-")

It's not that Max has to tell him what he feels is love of some sort of something, because sure, he has felt love for others. His mom. (Max too, but it's hard to explain.) etc. But not this kind of love.

It's more that Max points out "well maybe Billy, you just really really like this person, and you're acting like you're 13 over it."

When he does eventually accept that he is in love, and if he does eventually begin a relationship with that person (or, if he had been in a relationship and the feelings he had developed into love) then he is a bit different.

First of all, you're special, so you get special treatment. He's still an asshole a lot to people, its his default attitude, but he's softer with his words to you (unless you argue then both parties are just mean asf 💀)

Defensive. Very defensive over the person he loves- will fight people, argue with people, if they look at them wrong? He's already getting heated.

Assuming the person loves him back, this is very much about protecting someone who actually loves him and is giving him love he hasn't had.

Even if they don't love him back, it's still about protecting, but protecting someone he doesn't want ruined like how his father ruined his mother and him, and everything he has touched.

Piggybacking off of that, he would be actually scared that he's like his dad and he will ruin you/his lover

The toxic parts of him don't just disappear suddenly; it takes time and years to change them, and some of them may always be part of him, so when he gets that way it's like a slap in the face to himself: he thinks he's going to ruin this person he loves.

Loves physical touch, in public or not. In public it reassures him you're okay but also let's everyone know that you're his significant other.

Not a flowers type of guy for no reason. If he's gonna give flowers there HAS to be a reason, so if you want random acts of love in the forms of gifts it won't happen.

Let's you have one of his rings he keeps in his room to wear though, and if they don't fit, he gives you one of his earrings to wear if you've got pierced ears (I have a fic I'm writing about this is anyone is interested lmao)

Needy. But doesn't like to admit it or show it. It manifests as a petty argument sometimes cause he just wants something but doesn't wanna admit he wants to be little fucking spoon rn.

Basically, when he's in love, it's fast but slow. He's confused, and it can be chaotic- it scares him and sometimes he doesn't feel worthy. The person he loves can get away with more than others with him. He won't change in a day, or even in a few years. It's slow, but having someone he loves and loves him back helps and he can't imagine not having them in his life; attached, very much so.

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izayanara

3 months ago

acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.

you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.

at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.

because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.

shit to try w/ her

- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)

- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)

- recording it (for us only).

- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)

- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)

- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.

your eyes widened at that last one. oh.

you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.

this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.

you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.

you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.

“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.

you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”

katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”

your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”

you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”

“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”

“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."

you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”

his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.

“…get on the bed.”

and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.

you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.

“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”

“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”

by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”

the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.

you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"

"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."

he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."

you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.

“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”

his smirk deepened. “seven.”

your jaw dropped. “seven?”

“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”

your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”

“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.

“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”

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