I Started Drawing The Ever After High Girls In Random Historical Fashion Eras… Why? I Have No Idea

HELPING HAIKYUU BOYS WITH THIER INSECURITIES

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#Genre: Fluff, Reverse comfort, slight angst

#Includes: Osamu, Ushijima.

#Warnings: Just going to be talking about body and self image issues/ insecurities.

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OSAMU

Osamu had never really cared too much about how he looked until recently. He was busy, too busy some would say. His days were spent taking care of and managing his restaurant which left little to no time to do anything else, including working out or taking care of himself. Now he wasn’t out of shape by any means but the lack of attention to his body had made him become a little…soft. Once hard muscle and toned limbs morphed into softer and rounder curves that were new to him, it was different and he didn’t know if it was a good different.

He found himself stood in front of a mirror shirtless and just observing his body. His hands ran across the expanse of his softer but still firm chest and now slightly rounded belly that was adorned with a layer of fat. He couldn’t help but compare himself to his twin brother. The plethora of shirtless pictures Atsumu posted reminded Osamu of his past or more so past physique and he couldn’t help but think if he’d look like that if he spent more time taking care of himself.

The feeling of you wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your cheek against his back broke him out of his daze. “Hey… what were you doing?” You asked softy. He softy shook his head,“nothing, don’t worry about it baby” “talk to me Samu I can tell when there’s something wrong”.

He let out a tired sigh while continuing to look at himself “I… I just don’t know if I like..what I see anymore” you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion and as if Osamu could read your mind he continued, “I don’t look the way I used to anymore, I’m not strong and built and I can’t help but compare myself to Tsumu, wouldn’t you rather be with someone like that?”. You let out a laugh of disbelief, “Tsumu…really babe?” “You know what I mean”. You poked your head from behind his back so he could see your face in the mirror, arms still tightly wound around his front.

“Baby…you may not look like how you used to but that isn’t a bad thing. People change and grow everyday and I’d be surprised if you still looked like that” “but-” “ahh let me finish. Firstly, Tsumu looks like that because it’s his job! Secondly, just because you’re now a little softer - which I love- doesn’t mean you aren’t strong, personally I think you’re stronger” you smirk at him which gets you a chuckle. “Theres that smile! I love you Osamu, no matter what you look like and that’s not going to change. But I’ll support you no matter what and if there’s even a tiny part of you that’s insecure because of what I might think then shut that shit down real quick. You’re so fucking hot and sexy, especially like this. Look at this strong chest and these thick arms that make me feel so safe and loved” you say as you run your hands across his chest and up his arms while littering his back with kisses. You feel him slightly shiver under your touch and turn to face you. He brings his face close you yours and brushes your nose with his “thanks baby, that means a lot, a lot more than you think” “I’m just letting you know the truth” you whisper against his lips.

And while Osamu’s insecurities may have not completely left, your words definitely helped.

USHIJIMA

Ushijima wasn’t one to take peoples negative words into account. He brushed of harsh comments and negative criticisms like it was nothing, especially when it came to him and how he portrayed himself. He knows he doesn’t look as welcoming as his other teammates and he was okay with that, looking friendly and happy wasn’t part of his job description so why would he change anything? He walked around with a stoic face accompanied by monotone expressions without a care.

At this point he’s heard it all. He’s been told to ‘smile more’ or had it explained to him that he looks scary and serious all the time. It never occurred to him that he was unapproachable though, what people deemed his ‘scary’ and ‘stoic’ face was just his…face and he was confused about why he should change that, would people like him more? Come up to him more?

However, the one persons opinion he valued was yours. He never wanted you to think he was scary or unapproachable and hoped you didn’t see him that way and for the most part he believed you didn’t. But there was a small part of his brain that convinced him that you believed what the others thought, that he should smile more. With contrasting personalities it wasn’t hard to believe that, while you happily wore a smile on your face, he stuck out like a sore thumb next to you. A part of him thought you deserved someone more like yourself, someone who looked content as they stood by your side but he refused to let that happen. Because no matter how much he believed you deserved better he wanted that better to be him. He doesn’t want to let you go because he does love you and he is happy when he’s with you even if he can’t show it, so if changing the way he acts means being better, then he’ll do it… for you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked as you glanced up from your phone. Ushijima sat on the opposite end of the couch and wore an expression of…discomfort? You didn’t know it was hard to tell. “Like what?” He got out. “Are you uncomfortable or something? You look like you’re in pain” you chuckled out. You didn’t think your teasing remark would effect him but as you watched his face drop and usual frown return, you thought you may have said the wrong thing. “It’s nothing” he sighed out. “Hey I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? What’s going on love”. You watch as he briefly looks away and then looks at the ground as he mumbles out “I was trying to smile at you”. You squinted your eyes as you drawled out “whyy…?”

“I don’t want you to think that I’m not happy with you because I am and it’s come to my attention that maybe I should start showing you more”

“Who put that idea in your head?” You asked with shock. Since when was your Toshi someone who worried about stuff like this. You didn’t think you gave him any impression that would imply you’re not happy with him or how he acts. You slowly realised that maybe this was a deeper issue than he let on and wanted to reassure him as quickly as possible. You crawled over to his side of the couch and sat in his lap, his hands automatically going to rest on your waist. You gently placed your hands on his cheeks and turned him to meet your eyes “look at me baby. I’ve never thought that, not even once. I don’t need you to smile at me and act happy 24/7 for me to know you like being with me” you say as you move one hand to run through his hair. He softly stokes your sides as he stares intently at you, making sure he doesn’t miss a word. “You wanna know a secret?” You smirk. He briefly nods his head and urges you to continue, “You have tells Mr Wakatoshi, they’re your eyes. I don’t need to see a smile on your face to know you’re happy baby becuse your eyes tell me, and that’s all that matters” you slowly lean in as you whisper your next words “plus I love that I’m the only one that gets to see and experience your rare smiles” and with those words he can’t help himself as he reveals one of those said smiles.

You lean in and place a peck on his lips and lean back, watching as he follows you for more. “Plus I think your ‘serious face’ is hot” you casually mention, He definitely can’t stop the laugh that makes its way out because god does he love you, you always know just what to say. “Yeah? You thinks it’s hot” “Mmh, very” “fuck smiling then” and that get you joining him in his laughter. He quickly realises it was stupid to ever doubt you because of course you’d know he loves you, you know things about him that no one else would be able to figure out in decades.

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Note: So this was new ! Never really written anything like this before so hopefully it’s okay.

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ejp !! (and iizuna)

omi and his girly little gf <3

he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.

when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!

if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.

kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.

he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.

don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):

omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.

lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333

Based on actual events

315 days with master diluc

(I am SOO sorry for sending another ask, BUT) kissing riddle till he's breathless and panting :3

-👅 freakyanon

jumped on this immediately in my sleepy stupor. i was actually stuck on this but woopsies i looked at his ssr halloween card and said fuck it

in which the prefect steals a kiss from riddle. he proceeds to chase the prefect down the heartslabyul maze as payback. riddle rosehearts x reader warnings: suggestive near the end! notes: takes place during the scary monsters ~ endless halloween night event. tried to bring out more of his 'evil queen of hearts' side out.

"Prefect, you came!"

White sheets wrapped around your form, you met Riddle with a cheeky grin as you held out your little bucket. Grim approaches with a matching smile, snickering to himself in a childlike manner. Now that the most dangerous part of the evening was over, Halloween cannot possibly end without a good trick or treating. "Of course! Why wouldn't I visit?" You giggle, much to the housewarden's delight.

Riddle bows slightly, tipping his hat with a courteous smile. It was nice to see your face, unobscured by the sheet. "A very Happy Halloween indeed, Prefect. Now, where did I put those sweets...?" He rummages through his pockets, able to take a handful. He pauses, frowning slightly as he sighed to himself. "I'd have to go back and get another pocketful of candies. It seems I have run out just now." He is taken aback by the way you shake your head, beaming at him with delight.

"Oh, no! It's no problem at all. Give the sweets to Grim!" You tell him, but Riddle hesitates, only relenting when you nod in assurance. "You'd sooner go to a veterinarian to look at his teeth than see a dentist yourself?" He questions with a weak smile. You could only sheepishly laugh in return. "Do I even have insurance in this world? Maybe if I pay Trey's family under the table, I can indulge a bit more with the confections." Grim yowls with glee as he scampers towards the other skeletons, presumably Ace and Deuce who have been lounging by a fake tombstone.

Once alone by his own casket, Riddle sighs and looks at you, almost as if he were trying to pry for a secret. "I suppose you are allowed to bestow upon me a trick, seeing as I have no treats to give you." Your eyes widened with slight surprise. "Are you sure? It's really fine, you know?" Your words are immediately cut short by a shake of his head. "As the Heartslabyul Housewarden, it is my duty to ensure all rules are followed."

There would be no arguing with Riddle when it comes to upholding rules.

Back straightened, Riddle sucked in a deep breath before meeting your gaze with promise. "Very well, prefect. What trick shall you play on me this time?"

You pause for a long time, almost stuck between several thoughts that were running through your head. Riddle couldn't help but feel his chest tighten as you bite onto your lower lip, shifting your ghostly sheet slightly. "Any trick?" You question quietly, eyeing the group of skeletons minding their businesses in the back. He watches as you settle the bucket of sweets to the side, as if preparing yourself for this trick.

Riddle's heart quickened, uncertain whether it was out of fear or excitement. He tilts his head slightly to the side, narrowing his eyes onto you in an attempt to read your mind. He cannot find anything based of how you seem to avoid his gaze, not to mention how shy you suddenly seemed. It was almost unlike you, especially when he has seen how lively you can be with some of the first years.

"Any trick, Prefect."

He knows you wouldn't do anything too reckless, but that was not to say you weren't bold.

However, what he does not expect is for your hands to take his collar and pull him close.

It is only instinct to him, when his eyes flutter shut and all he feels is the warmth of your lips onto his. Whatever thought he has to push you away is immediately melted as he inhales the scent of your hair, followed by the slight push of your weight. Much to his dismay, he never gets the chance to return that kiss. It is chaste, and quick, but it takes everything in his power to not drag you back when you hastily pull away.

He is dazed as he stares at your flushed expression, almost flustered by your own actions. Biting onto your lower lip, you take a step back. In response, the redhead reaches a hand out, only missing you by a few inches. "Prefect," He breathes out, eyes widening as you back away even more.

In the moonlight, Riddle looks more of a monster than he did human. The eyeshadow that compliments his eyes makes him appear more ghastly, but all it did was make your heart race even faster.

"Prefect, come back." He muttered, eyeing you dangerously.

He looked hungry.

There was a certain glint in his eyes that urged you to flee. Much like the trickster you were, you loved giving chase. With your heart pounding in your chest, you turned on your heel as you wrung your cape-like sheet around your neck. All you could hear was the sound of your heart pounding and your feet digging into the grass, unwilling to look back to see Riddle approaching with calm footsteps.

"Prefect!"

You run past the white roses and turn a corner into Heartslabyul's labyrinth. For all the instances you have already gotten lost trying to paint the roses for Unbirthday Parties, perhaps you had already grown familiar with each dead end and entrance you could find. A part of you wants to be caught, but another side of you does not want to find out the consequences of such. Maybe you can avoid encountering Riddle, and this entire trick could be forgotten overnight.

"Do you think you can hide from me, in my own maze?" Your breath hitches as the wind carries the whisper, and you soon grow paranoid with every footstep you make. Riddle is not Leona who can simply rely on animal instinct, but seeking and capturing was not his worst activity either.

The cries of the birds and the fluttering of their wings serve you no help, as it only seems to bring Riddle closer and closer to you. You swear you have seen your own footsteps already, much to your horror once you turn another corner. You have been here, there, and there already. Everywhere you looked, it was almost the same and the last thing you wanted to do was look behind you.

Everything comes to a halt when you turn a corner for the last time, only to meet a dead end. Surely, it shouldn't have been. You have made the correct number of left turns and right turns, you could have found your wait out!

"You turned right too early, Prefect." You freeze, whipping your head around to see Riddle approaching you with a cold smirk. He does not miss the way you gulp, all the more amused by your missing bravado. "Even if you didn't, I would have found you no matter what." You are taking a step back for every foot forward that he made, but it does not dismiss the inevitable end of this story.

The rustling of the bushes signals the end of your failed escape, back against the foliage. Roses, it is roses that intoxicates your senses, not Riddle who has suddenly come so close. His boot in-between your two feet, the redhead leans towards you with a warm breath. "I hope you enjoyed running. I did enjoy running after you." You are only speechless as Riddle smirks again, taking his gloved hand to tilt your chin upwards. "You've ran further than I anticipated. It's only a shame that I know this maze like the back of my hand."

"Riddle, my apologies." He could only raise a brow at your meek apology, shaking his head at your small tone. For someone who stood at his height, he has never felt taller when examining how suddenly shy you were. "For what? I took no offense, not when it was you who granted me such a sweet trick." This time, you are taken aback as Riddle cages you in, pressing your wrists gently against the bushes.

You could see through his bravado, knowing that there is still that part of him that appears hesitant. "I suppose that I did have a sweet treat for you after all." His gaze softens, as if asking permission. He does not even close in the gap, remaining at a distance even as his gentle grip on your wrists tightens ever so slightly with yearning.

"Will you allow me to indulge you?"

It is entirely impulse when you dove forward, pressing your lips against his once more. Just as you have done before, it is you holding the reigns. Your eyes are shut as you meld your lips onto his own, mixing in the faint flavor of cherry and sweets onto his tongue. Perhaps it is the moonlight tricking you into such bold actions, or the haziness of Halloween night that has transformed you into anything but the polite Ramshackle prefect.

If anything, it seems to have transformed Riddle as well.

You could only let out a muffled moan as his arm shifts down to your lower middle, tugging your waist close for an even deeper kiss. Riddle gasps momentarily for air before diving in himself, being the only to push you further and further into the foliage. Had it not been for his other arm keeping your form secure, you are certain that he would have pushed you onto the ground. There is more of Riddle on you now, and you keep looking for more and more as your hands snake up his neck and onto his hair.

He is sweet. He is even sweeter as he drunkenly swipes his tongue onto your lower lip, a crude way of asking permission. And yet, you oblige, allowing to explore your cavern greedily. To think Riddle would act so hungrily, almost unbecoming of a gentleman as he pushes and prods at you. You think that you are going to die like this— die running out of air because there is no part of you that wants to pull away.

Thankfully, your companion has the willpower to entangle his hands onto your hair and pull you away ever so slightly. He sucks in a shaky gasp, and you can see that intoxicated look on his face, in spite of all the sugar you gathered from his breath. There is nothing left in this maze, save for your shared breaths and the heat radiating from your cheeks.

Riddle stares at your hazed expression, never truly satisfied. You seem to share the same sentiment as your trembling hands crept up to his collar.

"A fair treat for the sweetest of roses."

ours (k.bakugou x reader)

"your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong in"

sum. bakugou is having a bad week, thankfully his girl is always there to make the bad days a little better

cw: a little angst, fluff at the end!

i hate hate hate paparazzi!! loosely based off of this and the song ours by taylor swift

It had been a rough week for Katsuki.

First, the hero rankings were announced, and he found himself at #15—not even in the top ten. And he swore it didn't bother him, that the rankings were just a stupid popularity contest. But you saw the way his shoulders slightly slumped in disappointment and the way his fists clenched so hard that the half-moon imprints of his nails in his skin stayed for hours after you had smoothed his fingers out.

It broke your heart to see him like that—and then yesterday he got into a silly fight with Izuku, one that was filmed and taken way out of context by thousands of people on the internet. Which in turn prompted the resurgence of people saying he didn't even deserve to be on the list at all, let alone at #15.

bakugou is mentally unstable lol

i worry about his gf tbh, those anger issues are a huuuge red flag

right?! i hope that poor girl gets out of that

she seems so sweet, he’s probably threatening her or something

It was just one hit after another for him.

And now, as he stares out the window at the crowd of paparazzi with a clenched jaw, the only thought in your mind is how this is strike three. All he wanted to do was take you out for a nice dinner to thank you for being so supportive this week, but he couldn't even do that without a swarm of media leeches waiting outside.

"Kats, we don't have to go. We can just stay here." You say quietly, worried eyes set on his tense shoulders.

"No," he growls, "I'm not letting them ruin this too." He positions himself in front of you before taking a few hesitant steps out the front door of your shared apartment building.

His warm hand envelopes your own, fingers threading through before tugging you behind him, half shielding you with his large body. The flash of the cameras and the noise of the crowd makes your vision blur, but Katsuki is moving fast, fingers tightly gripping your own while his gaze is laser focused on the awaiting black car parked on the other side of the street.

Everything is moving so fast, the shouts of the various reporters melting together around you. But you can't hear a word they say, the sound drowning out any specific words, until—

“Why him?”

And you nearly miss the step below as you freeze. The question has you rearing back as if you'd been hit, your eyes dancing towards the sound of the question. You see him right away, a male reporter who is nearly frothing at the mouth for a reaction. The reporter leans forward, eyeing you hungrily as he waits for an answer. And usually, you wouldn't give them any time of day, the daily harassment towards you and every other pro-hero and their significant other almost daily a good enough reason toignore any of their probing questions. But how could you ignore this?

“Why him?” you parrot back, white-hot anger burning through your body at a rapid rate. You don’t think twice before you’re ripping your wrist out of the blonde's hand and taking angry strides towards the reporter. You're nearly toe-to-toe with the man, and while he is a full head taller than you, he shrinks a bit from the look on your face.

Katsuki comes up beside you, gently tugging at your wrist.

“It’s not worth it.” He says lowly, looking down at you with something like sadness tinged in his eyes. And your heart cracks, picking up on the one thing he isn’t saying but you know he’s thinking.

That he’s not worth it.

And you can’t have that, you can't have Katsuki thinking that he isn’t worth any of this, because he is. He is worth everything, and despite being in each other’s lives for years now, the fact that he still doesn’t see that is devastating.  

Your body begins shaking from a mix of anger and adrenaline as you look at the crowd around you. A slow hush falls over the crowd, as if they are waiting with bated breath to see what you have to say.

“Because he is the kindest human I have ever had the pleasure of knowing; kinder than any of you will ever be. And what has he ever done to you to make you so obsessed with twisting every move he makes, every word he utters into something that makes him look like the bad guy? And for a quick buck? You all should be ashamed of yourselves.” After shooting a glare around the crowd, you keep your chin high as you grab a stunned Katsuki’s hand and drag him towards the car.

You gently push him in, keeping a hand smoothed over the back of your dress as you crawl in after him, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary.

The car ride to the restaurant is eerily quiet, and as the adrenaline begins to leak out of your body, your brain catches up to what you did. And yeah—they did need to be told off, but you start to wonder if this is something that will get him into trouble.

You weren’t a hero and you didn’t have a lick of media training, why did you think causing a scene would be a good idea? The thoughts spiral in, and you want to bury your face in your hands as dread slithers its way into your stomach.

When you get inside the building, you are ushered towards the back of the restaurant by the host, presumably to where your table is located. But before you round the corner, Katsuki is tugging you into a dimly lit closet, fingers making quick work of the lock. Even after the door is bolted shut, he stands and faces it, as you just watch the outline of the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders.

“Kats?” You say quietly, a hand hovering over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just—”

He shakes his head, a disbelieving laugh pushing its way out of his mouth.  

“No, you—” He shakes his head again, then turns around to face you, his body crowding you up against the wall. His eyes are dark, twinkling with emotions you can’t place. Both of his hands come up to gently cradle your face, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?”

You blink up at him, confused.

“Not only was that the hottest thing I have ever seen, but—well, that was the first time anyone has stuck up for me before.”

“I would do it again—anything for you really. You’re worth it. And I know that’s hard for you to believe, but you are. They can say whatever they want, but I know in my heart that I do not deserve you, and that you ” You say quietly, eyes locked on his. He smiles, eyes shining, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” He whispers in the dark of the room, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“I love you Kats.”

“I love you too. Now, how about we ditch this place?” He asks, leaning back to tug at his tie, before bending forward to loop it around your neck. “I think that new ice cream parlor is open. So, sundaes on me?”

You nod, a giggle escaping when he bends down and tugs the ends of the tie, your body falling into him. He lets out a gentle laugh, the sound like a gentle breeze on a hot day. It has your smile stretching across your face, your heart singing in response.

He reaches down to unlock the door, but when he flicks the lock back, nothing happens. Katsuki tries again, but again, nothing happens. It doesn’t budge, not the second time he tries or the fifth, or even the tenth time he tries. On the eleventh try his hand slips from the lock, his eyes colliding with yours.

It’s silent for a few seconds, and then a laugh bursts out of him, followed by another and another. The sound has the grin staying locked in place on your face, relief flowing through you at the change in his mood.

“We—we’re stuck.” He gasps out, hands falling on his knees as he hunches over, deep laughs spilling out of him. It isn’t long before you are on the floor next to him, trying to catch your breath around your own laughter.

From now on

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Diluc x fem!reader One-shot

A/n: This was an old draft months ago ;-;;; not proofread, Modern au

"Fall for me."

He shouldn't care. 

This was merely an agreement, an arranged marriage for his family’s company and yours. 

Yet why did he feel so furious when he heard you were crying after a gathering with his greedy guests? 

"Where is she?" He asks, barely holding in the irritation he felt by the news, "Pardon?" The Bodyguard, yours to be specific, dared to ask the Eldest son of the Ragnvindr family who he was talking about! This just pushed him near the edge as he gave the guard a cold gaze "My wife, where is she?" He never expected himself to label you as his, but it felt so right to blurt out. 

"The young madame is in her room, she had stated she didn't want visitors at the moment young master" The bodyguard replies hesitantly, "I'm not a visitor, I'm her husband." 

Diluc quickly made his way to your room, upon finding your door he halts as he hears you sobbing, his heart drops at this; Knocking on your door he hears you gasp softly from the other side, probably surprised he thought "I apologise but I am quite busy at the moment" He hears you say noting the hoarseness in your voice. 

"It's me," He says and not even a minute later you had unlocked your door, peeking outside to meet your 'husband' "Diluc? What are you doing here?" You question, holding yourself back from asking more questions knowing you two weren't that close to engaging in a personal conversation 

Diluc eyes you up and down, noticing how your dress was disheveled, your eyes quite puffy, and your nose a little red. You shyly move behind your door trying to hide from the redhead observant gaze, afraid he would call you weak or pathetic or that you don't deserve to have him as your husband "I'll just go fix myself real quic-" "Who did it?" He cuts you off, putting his foot between the door, stopping you from closing it on his face 

"No one did" "Don't lie to me Y/N, I know when you lie" It was true he knew you more than yourself and you hated it, you hated how he knew how to break through the walls you had put up to protect yourself. "It's nothing to worry about, I was just being dramatic" You murmured looking down, with a sigh he pushes your door open making himself at home in your room. 

Diluc wasn't one to push people if they didn't want to talk but you're not just someone, you're his wife; Someone who he had promised to take care of even if it was just an act, an agreement.

He sits on your bed (respectfully) as you shyly go fix yourself, you weren’t someone who put up a fight unless necessary nor were you someone who pry in others’ business. You knew how to mind your business and he appreciated you for it. Coming back looking more fresh and clean, you sigh defeatedly accepting he won’t leave you alone till you talk.

“Luc” You called out as you sat down beside him, his heart skipped a beat at the nickname but you didn’t need to know that “Do you also think I’m a Gold digger for agreeing to this arranged marriage?” You had your head down, you were embarrassed, ashamed that people viewed you that way when in reality you only agreed for the sake of your father’s pleads.

Diluc's heart felt heavy at the sight of you looking lost and confused, he would never think of you like that! Even if you ask him for things he wouldn't care at all, "Y/N, my dear" He calls out to you, your heart fluttered at the nickname as you look up to meet his gaze "You could ask me for anything that you wish for," He states noticing a frown forming on your face "And I would still not look at you like that, you are my wife, my partner to spoil and pamper." His gaze softens at the sight of you looking all soft and fragile in front of him 

"I'm sorry" He indulges you into a warm hug, "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me" He swore to the archons no one will no longer bully you as long as you're his wife; This marriage wasn't so bad if it meant having you by his side

Bonus;

"I still need the names on who dares bully my wife" He whispers as you lightly punch his shoulders "Luc don't be stubborn! It's okay" You stifle a laugh as he frowns "No one is supposed to bully my wife " You keep calling me your wife as if we weren't forced into this whole marriage thing" You sigh shaking your head

"I mean it" He confesses "Huh?" "I'm in love with you" 

….

"LUC?" "I'll say this a thousand times if I have to. Fall in love with me, Y/N"

— Crush Crush Crush!

: katsuki, izuku, tamaki

: gn!reader

Katsuki —

• definitely ignores his feelings at first, brushing it off as slight admiration from how well you perform in hero training and academics.

• he always find himself glancing at you every now and then, sometimes he’d even space out and just look at your direction for a solid minute. which absolutely scared the shit out of you cuz u thought he was giving you a death glare.

• mina would definitely be the first to notice, and she’s definitely going to tell the others.

• his friends would definitely tease him abt it. whenever they catch him just staring into nothingness seemingly thinking of something important, they’ll tease him immediately.

• “ohhh~ is loverboy thinking about his special someone?” “honestly i never thought you’d like anybody to this extent.” “same, thought you were uncapable of love.”

• cue the shouting and explosions.

• once he does accept the fact that he has this “tiny” attraction towards you, he wont be a chicken and not act on it.

• he’s deff a bit more tame with you. he doesn’t shout that much or even spare deku a menacing glance whenever you’re around. he’ll also even do small things you say.

• you ask him to grab you a water bottle after training? he got a two more extras for you. you asked him to add a bit of chili in a dish his making for class dinner? he’s adding it.

• when he has enough and thinks that it’s time. he’ll just say it straight up to your face. “i like you. so like me back.” now you two are togather :D.

Izuku —

• like katsuki, he just think it’s an innocent admiration. like the one he has for almight.

• but he never felt butterflies when he admired the former no.1 hero. he also never blushes whenever he gets complimented by the older man. so why is he experiencing this whenever he’s with you?

• he confided in uraraka for this, and he was absolutely gobsmacked. he has a crush?

• okay, now that he’s aware of his feelings. he’s definitely going to start avoiding you. sorry.

• like, his heart cannot take it. whenever you say his name followed up by a question of some sorts, he’ll just (badly) act like he doesn’t hear or notice you and just leave.

• turns out this is not an effective way of dealing with his emotions so he tries to start socializing with you again.

• he’ll deff tutor you and volunteer to be your sparring partner during training. will let you win on purpose cuz whats a couple of points if he can get to see you smile and declare your victory?

• as for the confession. he just said it on accident. like he was so flustered abt something you did he just starts mumbling and accidentally splutter out his feelings for you.

• felt embarrassing for him he wanted to die.

• you just laughed which made him anxious but when you said you liked him back he fainted. deadass, his soul left his body.

Tamaki —

• unaware that he even has feelings for you in the first place. he just thought he really liked your company and that you’re a chill friend to be around.

• so when mirio just randomly says, “oh, you like y/n, right?” he buffers.

• now he’s having this thing where his gears start to move and just— he’s basically self reflecting.

• does he like you? no he doesn’t. not in that way at least. but what if he does? omg he did notice himself getting faint butterflies when you’re around. but what if he was just feeling sick?

• when he gets his shit together, and accept that he has a crush, he’ll have a even harder time looking at you than normal. if you’re just waving from the other side of the classroom, he’ll just stand there and avert his gaze into somewhere else.

• gets to the point where he’s too shy to even be in the same room as you, so obviously, you confront your friend about this behavior.

• nijire walks in on you two and just blurts out, “did you finally confess to y/n?” with a excited expression. but it soon turned into worry/embarrassment when he finds out he’s not.

• now you two are alone in the room and you just slowly turn your attention back to him. “so.. you like me?” then BOOM! he fainted.

• dw, he properly confessed to you once he was okay.