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Sanses Headcannons: What it’s like Dating an Idol (Part 1)

By: Yami

♡Scenario: They're dating a famous idol (you)!

Sans Aus x Idol Reader

heya Jellies srry I haven't posted in a while, school finally started for me. And u guys really liked the sanses so here's another one! I decided to divide it in two parts, part two will be posted soon, enjoy!!

Undertale (Vanilla) 🍦

•this dude is the type to wear your oversized merch hoodies without shame.

•despite your insisting, Vanilla rarely sits in the VIP section. he prefers being just another face in the crowd and watch you perform with the lazy smile on his face, holding a single glowstick.

•bro secretly keeps your albums under his mattress and listens to them when he misses you. (AWWW 🥹)

•uses his shortcuts to bypass your security entirely. expect to see him just snoozing on your couch after a performance.

•he loves making terrible puns about your career. sometimes would write them on sticky notes and leave them on your vanity mirror.

•You collapse onto your dressing room couch, completely drained from a high-energy performance. Suddenly, a cold can of your favorite soda presses against your cheek. Sans is sitting right there, a lazy grin on his face. “great show, star. you really knocked ‘em dead. now close your eyes, you look tibia honest, completely exhausted.” You groan at the pun but smile, leaning your head on his shoulder as he wraps his jacket around you.

Underswap (Blueberry) 🫐

•Blue is your #1 fan, no competition.

•He knows all your choreography, lyrics, and fan-chants by heart.

•He really wants your crew to love him, so he tends to bake for you guys (They absolutely adore him)

•Every time you post a teaser or a selfie, Blue is the first to comment using 50 different emojis.

•He loves your stage outfits, especially if they have glitter.

•You’re performing your title track, and as you hit the center stage, you look out into the VIP section. Blue is there, practically vibrating with excitement. He’s holding a massive lightstick in one hand and a hand-painted banner that says “THAT’S MY MAIDEN!” in the other. He executes your exact choreography perfectly from the front row, making you almost break character from laughing so hard.

Underfell (Red) 🍫

•unlike Blue, Red hates the industry and especially hates your managers.

•secretly hoards your limited-edition photocards in his jacket. (we know who u are…)

•if your idol concept is cute or inherently attractive, expect bro to turn into a blushing mess.

•a fan gets too pushy or a hater speaks up online? don’t worry cause Red is ready to summon a Gaster Blaster to “adjust their attitude.”

•he knows how fake the idol world can be, so he tries his best to be there for you whenever you need to vent.

•You’re there chilling when a creepy paparazzi gets way too close to your face with a camera lens outside a hotel venue. Before your actual security can step in, a heavy, fur-lined arm pulls you flush against a red hoodie. Red steps between you and the camera, his eye-socket flaring dangerously. “back off pal, before i break that camera across your face,” he growls. The photographer pales and backs away instantly, Red turns back to you, his expression instantly softening into worry, “you alright, sweetheart?” as he guides you into the car.

Swapfell (Blackberry) 🍇

•Blackberry treats your career with ABSOLUTE care. He likes to study your contracts and look for loopholes your company might use to exploit you.

•Unlike Classic, he refuses to stand with the “peasants.” He only likes the highest-tier VIP box, where he can look down at the crowd, smugly knowing that the person everyone is screaming for belongs to him.

•He’ll give you honest, sometimes brutal critiques on your performances, but only because he wants you to be the best ofc.

•He loves dressing you up in high-end fashion.

•When you two are alone, he likes making you sing just for him. (possessive much? 😭)

•You mention to him that your throat is sore before a major appearance. Within ten minutes, Blackberry has terrified your manager into sourcing some rare, imported honey. He hands it to you with a grin “DRINK. A MASTERPIECE REQUIRES PROPER MAINTENANCE, AND I WILL NOT HAVE MY PARTNER SOUNDING LIKE A BROKEN TROMBONE.”

Ink 🎨

•Ink is utterly obsessed with your aesthetic. absolutely lovess to sketch you in your stage outfits.

•forgive him when he forgets you’re famous sometimes.

•Your dressing room walls are completely covered in portraits he drew of you performing.

•He designs half of your stage outfits just for fun.

•Depending on what emotion potion he’s taking, his reaction to your music changes.

•You walk into your dressing room to find Ink hovering mid-air, painting glowing, floating stars across your ceiling. He spots you and drops down, entirely covered in paint smudges. “Look! I made the room match your stage concept! Oh, wait, were you supposed to go on stage now?” You only laugh, pulling him down to wipe a smudge of ink off his cheekbone.

Error 🧶

•Error hates crowds, hates noise, and loathes your fans. He thinks the concept of people screaming your name is “pathetic” he makes a strict exception for you though.

•we all know he knits, and because he loves you, expect plushies of you in your idol outfits as gifts.

•he will absolutely not go to your concerts in person (too many anomalies smh 😒) but since he won’t go to your shows, he demands private performances just for him.

•if a media outlet posts some weird rumors, Error will literally glitch into the internet and delete their webpage and just mess with them in general.

•whenever you wear something particularly stunning or revealing for a concept shoot, Error’s system completely crashes.

•You return to the Anti-Void after a rough press conference where reporters badgered you with invasive questions. You collapse onto a pile of cushions, physically and emotionally spent. A blue string suddenly drops from above, lowering a hand-knit plushie that looks exactly like you in your debut outfit. You look up to see Error sitting on his hammock of strings, looking away with a heavy blush. “StOp cRyInG oVeR tHoSe PaThEtIc aNoMaLiEs. YoU’rE bEtTeR tHaN tHeM. JuSt…tAkE tHe dOlL aNd ShUt uP.”

X-tal (Cross) ❌

•Cross views himself as your personal guardian.

•May not look like it, but he can get jealous at times, especially when your in your idol fits.

•Bro gets easily flustered when your stage outfits are a little too revealing.

•Every time you finish a rehearsal, a show, or an interview, Cross is right there with your favorite chocolate bar as a reward.

•Whenever he sees your face in posters or billboards, he’ll stare at it with wide eye-lights, completely baffled that someone like you is with someone like him.

•You do a dramatic wink and a hip-sway during a rehearsal while Cross is watching from the side. He stares at you in shock, instantly turning bright purple, he pulls his fluffy collar up over his face. “Y-You can’t just do that on stage! What if people…look at you?!” You just laugh watching his reaction.

[yami-jellyfish]

Sanses Headcannons: You wear their clothes

By: Yami

♡Scenario: Their S/O wears their clothes (Suggested by @nightlady507)

Sans AUs x Reader

Undertale (Vanilla) 🍦

•he secretly finds it incredibly comforting that you smell like him, and that his hoodie now smells like you.

•while he may act nonchalant, seeing you in his blue jacket actually sends his soul into a bit of a flutter. just really gud at hiding it behind his grin.

•this is Classic, so expect immediate and terrible clothing puns

•he won’t even ask for it back, he’ll just use it as an excuse to avoid doing laundry for another week since “you’re already keeping it clean.”

•he loves when you wear it out cuz it gives him a quiet sense of pride that everyone knows you’re with him.

•You’re lounging on the couch, wearing his giant blue hoodie. Sans walks into the room with a ketchup bottle, as he stares at you and grins, a faint blue hue dusts his cheekbones. “y’know, if you wanted to be closer to me, you could’ve just asked for a hug. but hey, it looks better on you anyway.” He plops down next to you, pulling the hood over your eyes and chuckling as you bury your face in his shoulder.

Underswap (Blueberry) 🫐

•Blue’s eye sockets will literally turn into giant stars, for him ts is the highest form of flattery.

•he’ll aggressively compliment you. Telling you how magnificent and perfect you look in his battle body.

•Bro would immediately pull out his phone to take a million pictures to send to Papyrus (who will absolutely tease him later).

•Seeing you in his clothes will make him want to go out and buy you a matching set of your own “battle armor.”

•To Blue, wearing his battle body means you want to be a magnificent guardsman just like him.

•You walk into the kitchen wearing Blue’s blue bandana and his fit. Blue gasps when he sees you, his eye sockets turning into literal giant stars. “M-MAIDEN! YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT! THE ROYAL BLUE SUITS YOU PERFECTLY!” He rushes over, lifting you into a enthusiastic hug, entirely forgetting about the tacos on the stove. (it burnt af now)

Underfell (Red) 🍫

•Red’s entire skull will turn bright, glowing crimson.

•bro will look away immediately and try to act like he doesn’t care. (tsundere ahh)

•he’ll immediately try to cover up his embarrassment by acting annoyed, even though he’s secretly thrilled.

•He loves the visual reminder that you are his and only his.

•he’ll eventually grab you by the waist, pull you close, and complain that he’s cold now, just to share the jacket with you.

•You’re wearing his heavy black and red jacket, hands buried in the pockets. Red walks in and freezes, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree. “the hell do you think you’re doin’ in my gear, sweetheart? take it off,” he growls weakly. When you shrug and start to unzip it, he lunges forward, grabbing your hands. “tch—whatever, just…keep it on. it looks better on you anyway.”

Swapfell (Blackberry) 🍇

•He loves the look of his dark, elegant colors on you.

•Like Vanilla, he enjoys the fact that you smell like him, but he’d rather dust himself than admit it out loud.

•Bro will look at you, scoff, and tell you that you look ridiculous and sloppy in his attire.

•Inside, his soul is doing backflips.

•To hide his blushing, he would meticulously adjust the collar of his clothed, claiming he’s just “fixing your terrible presentation.”

•You’re working at a desk, wearing Blackberry’s high-collared purple capelet and sweater. He struts into the room, and crosses his arms, a purple blush creeping onto his purple cheekbones. “ARE THOSE MY CLOTHES? YOU LOOK ABSURD–THAT BELONGS TO A LORD, NOT A PEASANT.” He walks over, his gloved fingers gently but firmly turning your chin up. “BUT…I SUPPOSE I CAN OVERLOOK YOUR THIEVERY, FOR A PRICE.” He leans down and kisses you deeply. (sly mf)

Ink 🎨

•Ink will stare at you for a solid three minutes without blinking.

•Depending on his vial levels, he might genuinely forget that those are his clothes first.

•Once he finally realizes what’s happening, he’ll get incredibly excited and want to paint a portrait of you immediately.

•Seeing you comfortable in his things gives him a genuine spike of affection that doesn’t even require his vials to feel.

•His clothes are usually covered in paint, so expect him to apologize if you get dirty, but ofc he’ll think it looks cute on you.

•You’re wearing Ink’s giant, stained brown scarf wrapped three times around your neck, along with his oversized undershirt. Ink steps out of a puddle of ink, takes one look at you, and his eyes cycle through a dozen different shapes and colors. “Oh wow! You look…amazing love! Hold still, the lighting is perfect!” He frantically whips out a sketchbook and a paintbrush, sketching you with a massive, giddy smile. (CUTIE PIE I CAN’T)

Error 🧶

•error.exe has crashed

•while he hates being touched, you wearing his clothes is like a loophole he loves.

•he’ll mutter about how you’re getting your “weird anomaly germs” all over his favorite jacket, but he won’t make any move to take it back.

•like Blueberry, Error might even sew you a matching fit

•he might use his blue strings to gently tug you closer to him just so he can admire how you look in his fit.

•You walk into the anti void, wearing his signature black and blue hoodie. Error immediately glitches violently and crashed. Once he reboots, he glares at you, a heavy yellow blush on his cheekbones. “w-WhAt dO yOu tHiNk yOu’Re dOiNg?! yOu’Re gOnNa…mEsS uP tHe fAbRiC, yOu sTuPiD gLiTcH…” He turns away, but a blue string gently wraps around your waist, pulling you onto his beanbag chair next to him.

X-tale (Cross) ❌

•Cross is surprisingly soft and easily flustered. (CUTIE ISTG)

•Seeing you in his massive, monochrome fluffy jacket will turn his purple cheekbones completely bright violet.

•Cross has lost a lot in his life, so seeing his partner safe and wearing his clothes gives him a profound sense of comfort

•Chara will absolutely roast Cross for how whipped he looks, which only makes Cross blush harder.

•This guy will definitely pull you into a hug just so he can rest his face against the fluff on your shoulder.

•You’re sitting on the floor of your shared room, wearing Cross’s massive black-and-white jacket. Cross walks back from a quick scouting trip with a chocolate bar in hand and stops dead in his tracks, a purple blush spreading all the way to his pinpricks. “I…uh…you look really nice,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. He clears his throat, and walks over, sitting right behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You…look warm,” he murmurs into your shoulder “Keep it on, please?”

Dream 💫

•Dream will practically glow with positive aura.

•He’ll shower you with compliments like Blueberry, except less aggressive.

•He views the act of sharing clothes as an incredibly intimate, so he’ll feel deeply touched.

•He will playfully treat you like royalty while you’re wearing his golden accents, bowing to you or kissing the back of your hand.

•Dream loves the idea of sharing everything with his partner, bro will happily let you keep whatever you want from his closet.

•You’ve draped Dream’s golden, star-clasped cape over your shoulders while reading a book. Dream walks into the room, and golden warmth immediately fills the air. His eyes soften into pools of pure light, as he walks over quietly, kneeling by your chair, he takes your hand, and kisses your knuckles. “My star…you look absolutely beautiful. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re already my queen”

Nightmare 🌑

•Nightmare would be both smug and possessive once he sees you

•dude is hella possessive, seeing you covered his clothes signals to his entire gang that you are strictly off-limits.

•he tries to feed on negative emotions, but seeing you look so cozy in his sweaters actually brings him a quiet sense of contentment, which he will deny fiercely (tsundere 2.0)

•he’ll use his extra appendages to reel you into his lap, wrapping his dark tentacles around you like a blanket over his clothes.

•bro would smirk and comment on how his dark aesthetic perfectly fits you, treating it as a testament to his good taste.

•You’re wearing one of Nightmare’s regular sweaters. Then you feel a cold, slimy, yet gentle grip around your waist. A cyan eye glows in the dark as Nightmare pulls you flush against his chest. He chuckles, a dark, vibrating sound. “marking your territory love? or just desperate for my scent? either way…it’s a good look on you, don’t take it off.”

Dusttale (Dust) 🌪

•Dust is very attached to his hood, so if he lets you wear his hoodie, then it means he absolutely trusts you more than his own life.

•seeing you in his hoodie makes him feel like his safe space is now your safe space.

•he won’t say much, he’ll just stare at you with a ghostly purple blush, his mind racing with how lucky he is to have you. (bro is down BADD)

•he’ll use it as an excuse to drag you to bed for cuddles, claiming you stole his warmth so you have to replace it. (Red 2.0)

•his loves that your scent mixes in with his clothes (NOT IN A WEIRD WAY) he finds this incredibly comforting, often helping him quiet the manic voices in his head.

•You have Dust’s grey, dust-streaked hoodie zipped all the way up to your nose. Dust walks in, murmuring to his Papyrus, then goes completely silent when he sees you, his purple eye lights flicker. “Papyrus, shut up for a second,” he mutters, walking over to you. He grabs the strings of the hoodie, pulling you close to him “you’re crazy, ya know that? stealing a killer’s clothes, guess I gotta keep an eye on you now.”

Killer 🔪

•Killer will immediately start cackling.

•unlike Error, he has zero concept of personal space, bro will immediately throw his arms around you, and slide his hands into the pockets of the jacket.

•his shirt usually has a giant target on it, so bro would use that to his advantage to make cheesy pick-up lines about you ‘targeting his heart’

•thinks it’s both hilarious and badass, he’ll want to take you out to show the rest of the gang just to mess with them.

•he likes the domestic, normal feeling of a partner stealing his clothes.

•You’re walking through the castle hallways, wearing Killer’s target-printed shirt and jacket. Killer turns the corner and spots you, letting out a loud cackle “whoa, mama! didn’t know I hired a stunt double! you look way better in that than I do, babe.” He jogs over, throwing an arm heavily around your neck, dragging you into a messy side-hug. “c’mon, let’s go see if we can trick Nightmare into thinking you’re me.” (ye bruh ts ain’t working)

Horrortale (Axe) 🍴

•for a second, you might think he’s mad, but he’s actually just completely mesmerized.

•he’ll melt inside the moment he sees you snuggled up in his clothes

•bro would become incredibly gentle, handling you like a fragile glass doll so he doesn’t tear the clothes or hurt you.

•Horror is deeply insecure about his gruesome appearance, so seeing you willingly wear his blood-stained or worn-out clothes reassures him that you truly love him. (MY BABY 😭)

•he won’t say much, but he will walk over and sit down heavily next to you, just to bury his face right into your neck, breathing in your scent mixed with his coat. (again, not in a weird way)

•You are wearing Horror’s giant, heavily stained blue jacket. Horror trundles into the kitchen, and freezes when he spots you, his single red eye light dilates to the size of a saucer. He walks over silently, lifts you off your feet with one arm, and buries his face in your hair “…warm?” he rumbles out softly, you nod, and he lets out a deep, rattling purr, holding you tighter.

Epictale (Epic) 😎

•Epic will immediately react with dramatic anime-style poses. ( son 😭)

•he’ll yell out a catchphrase or act like you’ve ascended to a higher level of coolness.

•his purple trench coat is iconic, and he’ll love seeing you twirl around in it.

•he’d insist on turning it into a runway fashion show, putting his cool shades on your face to complete the look while playing hype music from his phone.

•behind the memes, Epic is a smooth talker, he’ll catch you by the waist, dropping the meme persona for a second, and tell you that you look genuinely beautiful (I swear guyz he’s just a silly nerd-)

•You’re wearing Epic’s long, purple and black trench coat, trailing it along the floor. Epic bursts through the door, and drops the cookie in his hand “BRUH! look at the drip! you look absolutely legendary!” He slides across the floor on his knees, stopping right in front of you. He takes off his purple sunglasses and slides them onto your nose. “yep, officially cooler than me. that’s it, we’re getting married, bruh.”

Fresh 🌈

•his 90s-active sunglasses will flash words like ‘CUTE’

•he doesn’t quite understand human romance conventions, but he finds it “totally radical.”

•be careful though cuz his clothes are blinding

•he’ll use his usual 90s slang to compliment you, calling you a “totally rad bae” while blushing a bright rainbow color.

•even though he’s technically a soul-less parasite, being around you when you look so comfortable in his gear gives him a fuzzy feeling he can’t quite explain.

•You’re wearing Fresh’s neon windbreaker jacket. Fresh skates into the room, doing a kickflip before stopping dead. His glasses that spelled ‘YOLO’ quickly changed to ‘CUTE’. “whoa there, babe! you are totally rocking the fresh style!” He skated over, booping your nose with his finger, and plops his colorful snapback hat onto your head sideways. “now we’re matchin’, totally choice.”

Heya Jellies srry for not posting for a while, this is my first time doing this type of fanfic and I tried making it long so I hope you all like it

Do you guys like the random comments? Is it too cringe? AHH idk if I should do more of this ╥﹏╥

lemme know what to do next!!

[t0byhanatan]

Art inspired by this fanfic by @yami-jellyfish (hope you don't mind me loud-tagging you). Check out their works! the fragment:

“Thanks, Blue,” you read his nametag, offering a genuine, sweet smile “You just made my whole day” Blueberry stood frozen in place for a full ten minutes after you left, clutching his chest “THEY…THEY KNOW MY NAME…”

the design I drew for this art (sowwy for unreadable text. sans is just angry, and papyrus is trying to smooth things over)

[yami-jellyfish]

AMAZING ART OMGG (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

[yami-jellyfish]

OH MY GOD SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY WRITES UNDERTALE AUS IN 2026??? I BARELY FIND PEOPLE WHO DO🥹🥹 Not to mention people only write classic, fell and swap sans and no one else... That was such a good read author 🥹🥹

AWW I'M SO GLAD YOU GUYZ READ MY SILLY FICS—let alone enjoy them!! Hey if I get motivated enough I might even post a whole fanfic, but I might get lazy and not, who knows?

But soon my jellies, I'll formally open my requests, cuz I'm in too much fandoms to remember all of them LMAOO

tht's all, but feel free to recommend what I should write about next :>>

~Yami out~

[yami-jellyfish]

Sanses Imagines: Meeting Their Idol

By: Yami

♡Scenario: They meet their favorite idol (You)!

Sans AUs x Idol Reader

Undertale (Vanilla) 🍦

You just wanted a cool, oversized leather jacket to wear incognito.

Unfortunately, your navigation skills failed you, and you ended up in the wrong aisle of a very confusing department store.

“hey, pal. you look lost,” a lazy voice rasped. You turned to see a skeleton in a blue hoodie, holding a can of tomato soup. “I am,” you admitted, pulling down your sunglasses “Do you know where the clothes section is? I’ve been looking for jackets for twenty minutes”

Sans blinked, staring at the literal towers of Campbell’s surrounding you both. “kid…you’re in the soup aisle.”

“Well, yeah, but I thought it was a multi-level–”

“Why are you buying clothes at the soup store?” Sans interrupted, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

You choked on a laugh, realizing how ridiculous you looked in your high-fashion disguise amidst canned broth. “Fair point, I’m just trying to avoid paparazzi.”

Sans’s white eye-pupils widened slightly as he finally recognized your face from the massive billboards downtown “holy sh—you’re them. huh, guess the universe really does have a twisted sense of humor.”

You laughed, as Sans reached out his hand for you to take. “come on, popstar. let’s get you outta the soup store”

Underswap (Blueberry) 🫐

Blueberry was having a fantastic shift. He loved making pastries, he loved talking to customers, and he loved being the Magnificent Sans! He was currently wiping down the counter, softly humming the chorus of your latest hit song.

The bell above the cozy cafe door chimed, and Blue immediately brightened, wiping down the counter with frantic enthusiasm “WELCOME TO THE STAR CAFE! HOW CAN THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY HELP–” Blue choked on his own breath.

You walked up to the counter, pulling down your face mask just enough to order. “Hi there, can I just get a matcha latte and a cinnamon roll to go, please?”

“M-M-MY IDOL?!” Blue squeaked, his hands shaking so hard he nearly dropped his rag, stars literally formed in his eye sockets.

You winced slightly, looking around to see if anyone heard “Shh, please,” you giggled, putting a finger to your lips “Just a normal customer today, okay?”

“YES! OF COURSE! A SECRET MISSION!” Blue whispered loudly, and immediately clamped both hands over his mouth.

He quickly put your order together, and when he handed it over, you noticed he had drawn a perfect, adorable little frosting star on your cinnamon roll.

“Thanks, Blue,” you read his nametag, offering a genuine, sweet smile “You just made my whole day”

Blueberry stood frozen in place for a full ten minutes after you left, clutching his chest “THEY…THEY KNOW MY NAME…”

Underfell (Red) 🍫

Red was leaning against a brick wall, huffing on a cigarette and enjoying a rare moment of peace away from his brother. The muffled sounds of screaming fans echoed from the main street a block away, he rolled his eye-lights.

idol culture is stupid, he thought. people screaming over some pretty face.

Suddenly, the heavy metal door of the alley burst open. Someone sprinted out and tripped over a loose brick, stumbling right into his chest.

“whoa, watch it, sweetheart!” Red growled, catching you by the arms.

You looked up, breathless, your eyes wide with panic, you were wearing a glittering stage outfit, but you had a dark hoodie thrown over it “Please,” you gasped, looking back at the door.

“They’re coming. Just…act natural!”

Before Red could process what was happening, you grabbed the lapels of his fluff-collared jacket and pulled him down, burying your face into his neck to hide your features just as a horde of screaming fans sprinted past the mouth of the alley.

Red stiffened completely, his face instantly erupting into a bright, furious crimson blush. He could smell your expensive perfume and could feel your heart racing against his ribs, when the crowd finally dispersed, you pulled back, flushing a bit yourself.

“I am so, so sorry,” you breathed. “They broke through security, thanks for–”

Red stared at you, his sharp fangs bared in a stunned grin “you’re…you’re that pop star” He whispered to himself as cleared his throat roughly, trying to regain his tough guy demeanor while his face was still burning.

“heh, don’t sweat it, doll. hut, uh if you’re tryin’ to pay me back for savin’ yer skin…an autograph wouldn’t hurt.”

Swapfell (Blackberry) 🍇

Blackberry prided himself on his sophisticated taste, which was why he was currently hiding in the back corner of a vintage comic shop, aggressively flipping through a rare graphic novel, he was so engrossed that he didn’t notice someone standing right next to him, reaching for the volume above his head

Your fingers slipped, and the heavy omnibus tumbled down, smacking him right on his skull.

“WATCH IT, YOU WORTHLESS–!” Blackberry snarled, snapping his gaze up, purple magic flaring around his hands.

“I am so, so sorry! It slipped!” you gasped, pulling down your face mask to apologize properly.

Blackberry’s breath hitched, the purple magic vanished instantly. He looked at the comic in his hand, then at you, realizing he was currently holding the exact sci-fi series you had mentioned loving in your latest magazine interview.

“YOU…YOU’RE…” Blackberry swallowed his pride, a dark purple blush creeping across his face. He quickly straightened his posture, clearing his throat arrogantly to cover his panic.

“AHEM. IT SEEMS YOU HAVE TASTE, HUMAN. I SUPPOSE I CAN FORGIVE A MINOR ASSAULT IF YOU…SIGN THIS VOLUME FOR ME.” He states, causing you to chuckle.

“DO NOT MAKE ME ASK TWICE.”

You smiled warmly “I’d love that.” (He was internally screaming).

Ink 🎨

Ink was sitting on a park bench, swinging his legs back and forth, holding a sketchbook and a giant pencil. He was frustrated, having just taken a vial of emotion, but he just couldn’t find anything inspiring to draw today.

Everything felt…ordinary.

Then, you sat down on the other end of his bench.

You sighed, taking off a pair of heavy headphones and letting yourself enjoy the breeze. The afternoon sunlight hit you perfectly, casting a soft, golden glow around your silhouette. Ink’s eye-lights instantly shifted—one became a green diamond, the other a pink star.

Without a word, his hands moved at supersonic speed. He began sketching furiously, capturing the slope of your shoulders, the tilt of your head, the way your eyes looked so beautifully tired yet resilient.

“Um…excuse me?”

Ink blinked, realizing you were now looking right at him, an amused smile on your face “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to creep you out! I just—whoa, wait, you’re the person from the big colorful music videos!” Ink gasped, dropping his pencil “I love your colors!”

You smiled, leaning over to look at his sketchbook and gasped, it was a breathtakingly beautiful portrait of you, surrounded by splashes of colorful ink “Wow…this is incredible, you’re amazing.”

Ink’s face flushed a rainbow of colors, he grabbed his scarf, hiding his mouth. “You think my art is amazing? Then can…can you sign my sketchbook? Please?!”

Error 🧶

Error hated public spaces, he hated anomalies, but more than anything, he hated the fact that your new album was a physical-only release and he had to go to a store to get it.

He stood in the music aisle, using his blue strings to delicately lift the last limited-edition CD off the shelf so he wouldn’t have to touch it.

“Oh, awesome! You found one!”

Error glitched violently at the sudden voice, his yellow ‘ERROR’ signs flashing across his vision. He spun around, ready to string up whoever dared speak to him,

Only to find you smiling warmly at him.

ERROR: WINDOWS_NOT_RESPONDING

“Oh, sorry! You can have it,” you said gently, amused by his rigid posture “I can just sign it for you, if you’d like?”

Error’s soul practically leaped out of his chest. “Y-YoU…tHe pOpStAr…s-sIgN iT?!” He snapped out of his crash, grabbing a sharpie from his pocket with a trembling, glitching hand, fiercely denying the massive yellow blush covering his face.

X-tale (Cross) ❌

The backstage area of your stadium tour was a hectic maze of security, dancers, and tech crew. Cross, who had somehow managed to get hired as a temporary security guard just to be close to the venue, was standing at attention near your dressing room, looking stoic and intimidating with his massive jacket and intense gaze.

The door flew open, and you stumbled out, tripping over a rogue stage wire.

Before you could hit the floor, Cross caught you, his reflexes were flawless, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, you looked up to meet his mismatched eye sockets.

Cross completely lost his composure. His purple blush flared up to his pinpricks. “I—uh—forgive me! Are you unharmed?”

“I’m totally fine, thanks to you,” you smiled, leaning against him for a second to regain your balance “Nice saves aren’t in your job description, are they?”

“For you, it is,” Cross blurted out, before realizing what he said, he quickly let go and stepped back, his face burning.

You laughed, hearing your name being called before planting a quick, thankful kiss on his cheekbone. “Then may I know my savior’s name?”

“Cross,” he choked out.

“Thanks, Cross! See you after the show!” you called out, running toward the stage. Cross stood there, completely paralyzed, a hand hovering over his cheekbone while Chara laughed hysterically inside his head.

Dream 💫

Dream loved walking through the city. The positive emotions from people hanging out after work always filled him with warmth, but tonight, he found himself stopped dead in his tracks in front of a department store window.

There was a massive, life-sized poster of you advertising a new fragrance. You looked like an ethereal deity, surrounded by glowing flowers.

Dream was completely entranced by the sheer aura of pure, golden positivity and joy you radiated just through your image.

“I look kind of ridiculous in that, don’t I?”

Dream gasped, spinning around. There you were, standing right next to him, sipping a smoothie. You were wearing a big scarf and a beanie, but those beautiful, expressive eyes were unmistakable.

“N-No! Not at all!” Dream stammered, his golden eye-lights turning into literal stars, his crown practically gleamed with his sudden spike of nervousness “You look absolutely stunning! Your energy…even on a piece of paper, you bring so much happiness to people! I can feel how much love you put into your work!”

You blinked, taken aback by his poetic and deeply sincere compliment. A soft, genuine blush dusted your cheeks “Wow, that’s…the nicest thing someone has ever said to me.”

Dream smiled softly, his hands clasped together “You may call me Dream”

You smiled back, reaching into your bag and pulling out a small, metallic star-shaped pin, pinning it to his cape. “Nice to meet you, Dream.”

Nightmare 🌑

Nightmare preferred the quiet, rainy nights in the city, the ambient negativity of tired commuters fed him. He was strolling down the central plaza, his tendrils swaying lazily behind you, until he noticed a figure standing by a fountain.

You were softly singing a melancholic melody to yourself, looking stressed from your heavy idol schedule.

Nightmare paused, his single cyan eye widening. He knew your songs, in fact, your rare melancholy tracks were the only things he tolerated listening to in his castle.

“You’re making a lot of noise for someone who is supposed to be a professional singer.” He stated, catching your attention. You look at him, not even scared of his intimidating, gooey appearance “Just practicing, was I disturbing you perhaps?”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Whatever, don’t lose your voice. It would be a waste of a decent instrument”

You softly smiled at his words, noticing the concern behind it “Do you mind the company?”

Nightmare scoffed, a rare, genuine softness crossing his features as he sat down by the fountain “Do what you want. Sit, I’ll make sure no one bothers you tonight”

Dusttale (Dust) 🌪

The local library was dead quiet, which was exactly how Dust liked it. He was sitting in the back corner of the history section, his hood pulled low, muttering softly to the ghost of his brother that only he could see.

“paps, shut up, i’m trying to read…” he whispered aggressively.

“Excuse me? Do you know where the music theory section is?”

Dust snapped his head up, ready to glare the intruder into submission, but the words caught in his throat. You were holding a stack of notebooks, looking slightly lost, Dust’s purple eye lights flickered erratically.

He recognized that voice, he listened to your songs on loop during his worst nights.

“u-uh,” Dust stammered, his usual creepy demeanor evaporating. He pointed a shaking, gloved finger toward the next aisle “t-two rows down. on the left.”

“Thank you so much cutie!” you whispered with a warm smile before walking away.

Dust slumped into his chair, his face a bright violet. See, Paps? he thought frantically. I told you they were real! She spoke to me!

Killer 🔪

Killer was leaning against a brick wall outside a concert venue, flipping his knife casually. He didn’t care much for society, but he had managed to snag a ticket to your show because your chaotic, high-energy pop anthems honestly scratched a very specific itch in his brain.

You exited through the back door, flanked by a few crew members, heading toward your tour bus, you walked past him, catching sight of the unique, dripping black lines beneath his eye sockets.

Stopping in your tracks, you looked right at him. “Wow, those lines on your face are incredibly cool. Is that stage makeup, or a tattoo? It looks amazing on you!”

Killer froze, the knife slipped through his fingers, clattering loudly against the pavement. His soul rattled in his chest while his standard, manic grin melted into a wide-eyed, blushing mess.

“I—uh—wha?” Killer stammered, a dark red blush spreading across his skull. “You…you think I look cool?”

“Definitely!” you smiled, before hearing your name be called. You start to wave goodbye as you stepped onto the bus. “Have a good night!”

Killer stood there for a full ten minutes after the bus pulled away, clutching his cheekbones. “She liked the murder streaks. Paps, she liked them.”

Horrortale (Axe)🍴

The “All-You-Can-Eat” buffet was chaotic, but Horror didn’t care. He had a plate piled three feet high with various meats, his large, singular red eye scanning the room hungrily.

He sat down at a secluded booth, ready to dig in, when a shadow suddenly appeared beside him.

It was you, wearing a heavy disguise, trying to eat a quiet meal away from the fancy restaurants your manager always forced you into, you looked at Horror’s massive plate, then at his intimidating appearance, and smiled.

“Dang, nice haul. Making your money’s worth I see,” you said, holding up your own plate of comfort food.

Horror stared as his jaw dropped, showing off his sharp, jagged teeth. A deep crimson blush spread across his cracked skull, he recognized you instantly, the head chef at his mansion always played your music in the kitchen.

“Y-You…” Horror rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly, he looked at his plate, then suddenly lifted the entire mountain of food toward you “Want some? Good meat, for the star.”

You laughed softly, touched by the gesture. “Well my manager did say I can eat properly today…Mind if I join you so we don’t eat alone?” Horror’s soul practically melted, he nodded eagerly, moving a bit to let you sit down.

You dig in as he looked at you like a giant, protective puppy, thrilled to be sharing a meal with his favorite star.

Epictale (Epic) 😎

Epic was currently leaning over a glass display case, staring intensely at a giant, multi-layered chocolate mousse cake. “bruh,” he muttered to himself “that cake is lookin’ sub-lime. an absolute masterpiece of the culinary arts, bruh.”

“I know, right? I’ve been staring at it for five minutes.”

Epic turned around so fast his purple trench coat flared out. Standing right next to him was the absolute leader of the pop charts, you were wearing a stylish beret and looking at the cake with the same intensity he was.

Epic’s eye-lights dilated, he smoothly adjusted his coat, leaning against the counter with a sly grin. “well, well, well. if it isn’t the star of the show, bruh. what’s a famous idol doing in a humble bakery like this? looking for some sweet inspiration?”

You laughed, recognizing him from his viral internet videos. “Exactly. I heard this place had the best chocolate mousse in the city”

Epic’s soul practically soared into the stratosphere. He slammed his hand on the counter “shopkeep! give us the whole cake! put it on my tab, bruh!” He turned back to you, winking. “only the best for the finest voice. come on, let’s go destroy this cake bruh.”

You giggled, linking your arm through his “Lead the way.”

Fresh 🌈

Fresh was in a abandoned alleyway, actively spray-painting a massive, neon-colored mural on the brick wall. He was rocking his usual ‘90s attire, his ‘YOLO’ glasses reflecting the bright pinks and greens of his art.

You happened to be taking a shortcut back to your hotel when you spotted the mural, you stopped, genuinely blown away by the creativity.

“Wow, this is so cool!” you exclaimed “The color blending is insane, you’re a seriously talented artist.”

Fresh spun around, his skateboard clicking against the ground, behind his sunglasses, his parasitic eye lights swirled.

He knew exactly who you were—your face was plastered on every digital billboard in the city, the epitome of modern ‘cool’.

“whoa, chillax, un-brah! you’re the main attraction! the mega-star!” Fresh said, his glasses changing to spell “OH” “MY”.

You laughed as a neon purple blush appeared on his cheekbones, he pulled his glasses down slightly, peeking over them “you think my art is fresh, star-child?”

“I love it,” you smiled, taking a selfie with the wall (and him) in the background.

“brah…my art just got certified by the highest authority of cool,” Fresh muttered, throwing his spray can in the air and catching it, a huge, dorky smile breaking across his face.

“Can I try?” you asked, pointing to a spare can.

“aw snap, an idol collab?!” Fresh handed you the neon pink spray can with a grin. “let’s make this wall look totally bomb-diggity, old sport!”

ARGHH WE NEED MORE UNDERTALE AU FANFICSS, I did not like how I wrote Nightmare and I swear I’ll make Dust longer next time. Is this fandom still alive? Lemme know wht to do nextt

[yami-jellyfish]

Hazbin Hotel Imagines: You call them you Best friend

By: Yami

♡Scenario: You’ve both been dating for a while now and you suddenly call them your ‘best friend’

➷Adam 🎸

You were chatting with an exorcist in the dynamic court of Heaven when Adam flew down, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders. “What’s up, losers? Talking about how awesome I am?”

You smiled at the exorcist “Oh, we were just talking about how lucky I am to have you, Adam. Honestly, he’s the absolute best friend an angel could ask for.”

Adam froze, the golden glow around him literally flickered. He stared at you, his smirk dropping instantly. “Excuse me? Best friend? Babe, I am the original dick, I am your boyfriend. We literally did—” You cut him off with a laugh, but he spent the next three hours demanding you tell everyone in Heaven that he is, in fact, the alpha boyfriend.

➷Lute 🗡

Lute was polishing her sword while you conversed with a high-ranking angel. When the angel complimented your close bond with Lute, you sighed happily. “Yeah, Lute is amazing. I don’t know what I’d do without my bestie”

The sound of metal scraping stopped, Lute slowly raised her head, her eye narrowing into a lethal glare.

She didn’t say a word to you, instead she pointed her sword directly at the angel’s throat, but her words directed at you, “If you ever call me that civilian soft-ass title again, I will end you. And you,” she snapped, turning her fiercely blushing face to you, “are fixing this in our quarters, now.”

➷Lucifer Morningstar 🐤

While hosting a small gathering at the palace, a Hellborn noble asked how you and the King met. “Oh, we’ve been inseparable ever since,” you beamed. “Lucifer is my literal best friend.”

Lucifer, who was mid-sip of his champagne, choked. He coughed, frantically setting his glass down “Best…friend?!” his voice cracked, his eyes turning wide and slightly manic.

“But…but the rubber ducks? The romantic dinners? The matching pajamas?!” He looked so genuinely heartbroken and panicked that you had to immediately hug him and confess it was a prank before he started crying.

➷Charlie Morningstar 💕

Charlie was introducing you to a new resident at the hotel. “And this is my absolute favorite person!” she beamed, holding your hand.

You smiled at her words “Aw, thanks Charlie! You’re the absolute best friend I could ever ask for.”

Charlie’s optimistic smile faltered for a fraction of a second. Her eyes flooded with sympathetic tears “Oh…best friend is…” she awkwardly stood there, grabbing your hands. “Did I do something wrong? Are we taking a step back? I mean, I love being your best friend, but I thought we were…oh man, I need to call a feelings meeting.” You felt so guilty you ended the prank within five seconds.

➷Vaggie 🎀

You were talking to Husk at the bar when Vaggie walked up, resting a hand on your waist. You subtly leaned away and smiled at Husk “Yeah, Vaggie’s great. I’m so glad we’ve stayed such close friends through everything.”

Vaggie’s hand dropped, her eye widened in pure shock. She looked at Husk, who just raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink.

Vaggie crossed her arms, her defensive walls slamming right back up. “Friends? Right. Okay, cool, I guess ‘friends’ sleep in the same bed and share clothes. I’m going to go practice with my spear, alone.”

➷Alastor 🎙

You were talking to Rosie in Cannibal Town when Alastor materialized beside you. You smiled and said, “Rosie, you know my best friend, Alastor.” Alastor’s smile stretched impossibly wide, his radio static screeching like a car brake.

The air in the room grew noticeably colder. “Your…what, darling?” he purred, his eyes shifting into radio dials.

Rosie immediately started laughing, realizing what you were doing. Alastor caught on a moment later, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “A hilarious jest. Do never utter it again, or I might have to broadcast your public apology” He was incredibly petty for the rest of the day until you apologized with plenty of affection.

➷Husk 🥃

You were sitting at the bar counter while Husk poured you a drink. Angel Dust strolled by, winking at you. “So, how’s the love life with old whiskers here?”

You sighed dramatically. “Oh, Angel, we’re not dating. Husk is just my best friend, right Husky?”

Husk stopped mid-wipe with his rag. He stared at you, his ears twitching downward “Best friend? Is that what we’re doing now?” he grumbled, looking genuinely offended under his gruff exterior. “I don’t listen to your rambling at 3 AM because we’re pals, kid.” You reached over and grabbed his paw, laughing. He just pouted behind the bar, refusing to pour you another drink until you gave him a kiss.

➷Angel Dust 🕷

You were talking to Fat Nuggets on the couch when Angel walked into the room, striking a pose. You looked at the pig and said, “Look, Nugget, your uncle Angel, my best friend, is home!”

Angel dropped his dramatic pose instantly. “Woah, woah, hold the phone,” he said, walking over and shoving all four hands on his hips.

“Best friend?! Babe, I don’t let just ‘best friends’ do the things we do in my room. You’re downgrading me to the friend zone? After everything I’ve given you?!” He didn’t stop complaining until you pulled him down by his fluff and kissed him.

➷Cherri Bomb 💣

You and Cherri were leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, talking to a random sinner after a turf war “Yeah, we totally destroyed them,” Cherri laughed, wrapping an arm around your neck.

“We did,” you agreed, sliding out of her grip. “Honestly, there’s no one else I’d rather have as a best friend than Cherri” Cherri’s single eye went wide.

She pulled a live bomb out of her pocket, lit it, and threw it at the sinner you were talking to, sending them blasting away. She then grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you down to her eye level. “What did you just call me? Best friend? You think you can handle all this and just call me a pal?” You laughed as she started aggressively shaking you back and forth. “Say I’m your badass girlfriend right now or I’m putting a cherry bomb in your shoe!”

➷Sir Pentious 🐍

You were showing off one of his Egg Boiz to a guest “Pentious is amazing,” you said. “He’s my best friend.” Pentious dropped his wrench. His hood flared out completely, his eyes going wide with sheer shock.

“B-Best friend?!” he shrieked, his voice cracking painfully.

“But we have courted! We have held hands! I built you a death ray! Is a death ray not a symbol of monogamous commitment?!” He slithered away to his room to dramatically weep into his pillow until you had to drag him out to explain it was a joke.

➷Vox 📺

You were talking to a tech assistant in the main studio when Vox walked in, adjusting his bowtie. “Everything good here, darling?” You nodded “Yep! Just telling them what a great best friend you are.”

Vox’s screen instantly glitched into blue-and-red static. “Best friend?!” he echoed, his voice modulating wildly.

The lights in the studio flickered “I literally control the media in this ring, and you’re treating me like a high school pal?! I am your boyfriend! Delete that word from your vocabulary right now!” He immediately ordered a massive billboard outside the studio to display a photo of the two of you with the caption ‘DEFINITELY DATING!’

➷Velvette 💅

Velvette was scrolling through her phone while you were talking to one of her models. “Yeah, Velvette’s a total icon,” you said “I’m just lucky she lets her best friend hang around the studio.”

Velvette stopped typing, she slowly lowered her phone, her sharp eyes locking onto yours with terrifying intensity.

She stood up, her heels clicking loudly against the floor “Did you just use the ‘F’ word with me?” she asked, stepping right into your space. “Honey, my brand is not ‘friend.’ My brand is ‘it-couple.’ If this is a joke, it’s tacky, if it’s not, you’re sleeping on the couch, and I’m personally burning that vintage sweater you love.”

RAHH how'd y'all like this one? Lowkey might make one where reader is an angel but eh who knows

[yami-jellyfish]

The Godess's Plan

By: Yami

Hinata Shoyo x Popular fem!Reader

Part 1: The Goddess's Confession

As requested here's part 2!! Enjoy!!

The next morning, you woke up with bags under your eyes that even your supposedly flawless skin couldn’t hide.

Operation confess to Hinata had officially failed. It was time to take a different approach.

You had spent the night strategizing like a seasoned military commander, staring at your ceiling and mapping out the best hiding places. If a human fortress of overly enthusiastic classmates was going to keep you away from your orange-haired cutie, you would simply have to infiltrate behind enemy lines before the lines were even drawn.

You skipped breakfast, arrived at Karasuno High a full forty-five minutes before the first bell, and wore a low-profile baseball cap pulled tightly over your eyes, you even wore a surgical mask, and hoped your classmates wouldn't recognize you.

You smiled in triumph seeing your fanclub walk past you.

The gravel crunched beneath your sneakers as you sprinted across the courtyard, slipping through the heavy back door of the gymnasium. You knew the volleyball team had early practice and for once, your stalking was going to pay off.

Inside, the sharp squeak of sneakers echoed through the high rafters, accompanied by the rhythm of volleyballs hitting the floor.

You quickly ducked behind a towering stack of gym mats, pressing your back against the canvas and peeking out. There he was, Hinata was soaring through the air for a split second before hitting a blindingly fast quick set from Kageyama.

He landed on his feet, throwing his fists in the air and yelling, with a grin so bright it completely bypassed your camouflage and hit you right in the chest.

God, you loved that smile. You clutched the pink envelope in your pocket, your heart doing a little flip of its own.

“Hey! Who’s behind the mats?!”

You jumped, your heart pounding against your chest. Standing right there was captain Sawamura, holding a volleyball and looking incredibly suspicious. Behind him, Sugawara and Nishinoya paused, turning their heads towards your terrible hiding spot.

“Oh, it’s just—” Daichi started, his eyes widening as you stepped out “(L/N)-san?!”

“THE GODDESS IS IN THE GYM?!” Nishinoya shrieked. He instantly dropped into a defensive crouch, as if he needed to protect your honor from stray volleyballs, across the court, Tanaka looked ready to rip his shirt off in pure celebration.

“Please, keep it down!” you hissed, stepping fully out of the shadows, bowing frantically. “I’m so sorry to interrupt practice! I just…I really need to talk to Hinata”

The gym went dead silent as the chaotic energy vanished, replaced by an atmosphere so tense you could hear a pin drop. Kageyama, who had been spinning a ball on his finger, completely lost his grip as the ball dropped to the floor, bouncing away slowly.

Hinata froze mid-air while practicing a block jump, landing completely flat-footed and stumbling backward. He stared at you, his eyes the size of dinner plates, and his orange hair practically standing on end.

“M-Me?!” he squeaked, his voice cracking.

Before the rest of the team could process what was happening, Sugawara appeared behind Tanaka and Nishinoya, grabbing them firmly by their collars.

“Alright, everyone! Outside for a three-minute lap, now!” Sugawara ordered. His voice carried an underlying tone of absolute steel that left zero room for argument.

“But Suga-san—!” Tanaka protested, choking slightly against his collar.

“Lap, now,” Daichi enforced, his voice cutting through the air as he helped usher the bewildered team toward the double doors. Kageyama cast one final, utterly confused, irritated look at Hinata before being dragged out into the morning air.

The heavy gym doors clicked shut.

Suddenly, it was just the two of you. The air smelled of floor wax and sweat—a far cry from the lavender-scented, rose-petal atmosphere your classmates usually tried to force upon you.

It was perfect.

“Hinata,” you breathed out, taking a step forward.

“ACK! (Y/N)-SAN! I-I-I DIDN’T KNOW YOU—WHY ARE YOU—?!” Hinata started panicking, his voice echoing off the walls.

“Shh! Lower your voice!” you hissed, playfully but desperately throwing your hands up in a quiet down motion “They’ll hear you!”

Hinata clamped both hands over his mouth so hard his cheeks puffed out, he nodded furiously, his eyes wide and terrified.

You finally pulled off the surgical mask and the cap, letting your hair fall back into place. Taking a deep breath, you took a step closer, determined not to let another single second waste after the nightmare that was yesterday “Hinata, I’ve been trying to talk to you all day yesterday. I—”

“I’m sorry!” Hinata suddenly blurted out through his hands, before dropping them and bowing so low and fast his forehead nearly smacked his own knees.

You froze, “Huh?”

“I know why you’re here!” Hinata yelled-whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and tragic acceptance. “You’re here to politely tell me to stop staring at you, right? Because Kageyama saw me staring yesterday, and Sugawara-san said I was being too obvious, and Tanaka-san told me that if I approached a goddess like you, I’d get struck down by lightning!”

He said what now—

He snapped upright, his face a vibrant shade of tomato red, tears of sheer panic pricking the corners of his eyes.

“I know I’m just a short middle blocker who talks too much about volleyball! And you’re…you! So it’s okay! You don’t have to feel bad for rejecting me before I could even ask!”

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. The sheer velocity of his panic was dizzying. Your brain tried to process the frantic monologue, but as his last words finally sank in, your own face started to heat up.

“Wait…” you stammered, your cool exterior completely fracturing “Before you could ask? Ask me what?”

Hinata froze, the realization of what he had just confessed hit him like a volleyball to the face. He looked like he wanted the gym floor to crack open and swallow him whole, his eyes darted wildly around the room, and his hands flew to his school bag resting against the bench, frantically trying to shield it with his body.

“N-Nothing! Just…volleyball stuff!”

“Hinata,” You stepped directly into his personal space, cutting off his escape route. Your heart was pounding so hard against your ribs you were certain he could hear it over his own heavy breathing. “Show me what’s in your bag”

“It’s a secret weapon!” he squeaked, backing up until his calves hit the bench.

“Show me.”

With trembling, sweaty hands, Hinata slowly reached into the side pocket of his bag. He pulled out a slightly crumpled white envelope. Your eyes darted from his bright red nervous face down to the messy, bold, marker handwriting on the front.

To: (Y/N)-san.

Your brain completely short-circuited. All the stress of yesterday vanished in a single instant, replaced by a bubbling wave of pure, ridiculous relief.

A tiny, breathless laugh escaped your lips.

“Hey,” Hinata panicked, completely misinterpreting your reaction, his shoulders slumping. “I know my handwriting is bad, and the envelope got kinda squished when I was practicing my receives, but—”

“Look,” you interrupted gently.

You reached into your blazer pocket and pulled out your own envelope. It was crisp, pristine, and a perfect pastel pink. You held it out, placing it right next to his crumpled white one.

To: Hinata Shoyo.

Hinata stared at the pink envelope. He blinked twice “Is that…a challenge to a volleyball duel?”

“It’s a love letter, you dummy!” you cried out, your face exploding into a bright, furious blush that completely shattered your ‘cool, radiant goddess’ persona.

“A…a what?” Hinata’s jaw dropped “But…everyone loves you. You’re like…a high-school celebrity! You eat luxury bentos and people tie your shoes!”

“I don’t want them to tie my shoes!” you burst out, the frustration of the past week finally bubbling over “I can tie my own shoes! I have a double knot right now, look!” You pointed aggressively at your sneakers, which were covered in dirt from all the running earlier.

Hinata looked from your shoes, to your blushing face, and to the letter. Slowly, a realization washed over him. The tragic, defeated look vanished, replaced by a spark that quickly ignited into a blaze, his eyes lighting up like stars.

“Then, (L/N)-san,” Hinata said, his voice surprisingly steady despite the bright red dusting his ears. He carefully traded his crumpled letter for your pink one “Please go out with me! I’ll become the strongest ace ever, so I can be someone who matches you!”

You let a genuine smile on your face “You already match me just fine, Shoyo.”

Before he could short-circuit again over you using his first name, the heavy gym doors creaked open by a mere millimeter.

“Did he do it?” Tanaka’s whisper echoed loudly through the gym.

“Shh! Tanaka, your bald head is reflecting the sunrise, move!” Nishinoya hissed.

“Kageyama, stop eating milk bread, you’re chewing too loud—”

You and Hinata turned toward the door at the same time, Shoyo’s face shifted from relief to panic.

“GUYS!!! OUTSIDE!!!” he roared.

As the team burst through the doors offering chaotic congratulations, Shoyo instinctively stepped in front of you, shielding you from Tanaka and Nishinoya’s dramatic tears. For the first time in two days, you didn’t mind the human fortress at all.

Ahh srry it took too long lowkey couldn't think of wht to put in this for a while, anyways what do you think I should write next?

[yami-jellyfish]

MHA Imagines: They finally realize they like you

By: Yami

♡ Scenario: They finally take notice of their feelings for you (Girls version!)

➷Ochaco Uraraka 🍡

You were sitting together on the grass outside the dorms, sharing a box of mochi. You noticed a bit of powdered sugar on the corner of her lip and, without thinking, reached over and gently wiped it away with your thumb. Ochaco froze, her face flushed a violent, bright pink, and before she could stop herself, her quirk activated from pure panic.

She started floating straight up into the air as you laughed and reached up to pull her back down by her ankles, she looked down at your smiling face, her heart hammering against her ribs. Oh no, she thought, floating helplessly in the sky and in her feelings.

I’m so in love with them.

➷Tsuyu Asui 🐸

It was a chilly, rainy afternoon, and Tsuyu was feeling a bit sluggish from the cold. You noticed her shivering in the common room, so you wrapped your favorite oversized hoodie around her shoulders and handed her a warm mug of tea. Tsuyu blinked, sinking into the soft, warm fabric that smelled exactly like you.

She let out a soft, contented “Ribbit,” her large eyes fixated on your caring smile. A deep, cozy warmth settled into her chest, completely chasing away the winter chill. She realized right then that being around you felt like the perfect, sunny spring day.

➷Mina Ashido 🌷

Mina was dragging you along to teach you a new dance routine in her room. You were completely uncoordinated, tripping over your own feet and tumbling directly into her arms. You both crashed onto her bed in a tangled heap of limbs.

You burst out laughing, apologizing for being so clumsy, but Mina’s usual loud laughter died in her throat. You were so close, your eyes sparkling and your face flushed from the exercise. Her heart did a wild, energetic gymnastics routine, she grinned, her cheeks turning a deep fuchsia.

“Guess I’ll just have to keep holding onto you so you don’t fall again,” she beamed, squeezing you tight.

➷Toru Hagakure 💎

You were helping her pick out clothes for a weekend outing. Even though you couldn’t see her face, you were treating her with so much care—holding up a pastel cardigan against her invisible form and saying, “This color would look absolutely stunning on you, Toru. It matches your bright personality.” Toru’s floating clothes went completely still.

A wave of intense, dizzying warmth rushed through her. Even though she was invisible to the rest of the world, you always saw her so clearly. She threw her invisible arms around your neck, hugging you tightly, her voice cracking with pure happiness.

“You are too sweet! I love you so much!”

➷Kyoka Jiro 🎸

You were sitting on her bed, listening to a rough draft of a new song she was writing on her acoustic guitar. When she finished, she looked up nervously, twirling her earphone jack around her finger. You didn’t just say it was good, you leaned in, your eyes shining, and precisely broke down your favorite chords, telling her how talented she was.

Jiro’s heart practically short-circuited. She looked down at her guitar, her earphone jacks swinging wildly as her heart rate spiked “Yeah? You really think so?” she mumbled, pulling her collar up to hide the deep blush creeping up her face.

Your voice was officially her favorite melody.

➷Momo Yaoyorozu ☕

Momo was hosting a study session, and she had gone a bit overboard, creating an entire library’s worth of custom study guides for you. When she handed them over, you didn’t look overwhelmed, you looked incredibly touched. You wrapped her in a sudden, warm hug and said, “Momo, you’re amazing! Thank you for taking such good care of me”

Momo’s breath caught as she felt her chest tighten in the most wonderful way possible. Her quirk accidentally sparked from her sudden spike of emotion, producing a tiny, glowing matryoshka doll between you two. She returned the hug, her heart bursting with a profound desire to give you the entire world.

➷Mei Hatsume 🔩

Mei was in the middle of a manic, 48-hour invention spree in the development studio. Her goggles were covered in soot, and she was running on pure caffeine. You walked in, quietly took the wrench out of her hand, and forced her to sit down while you gently wiped the grease off her cheeks with a damp cloth and offered her a homemade bento.

Mei stared at you through her crosshair eyes. For the first time in her life, her brain wasn’t calculating blueprints or gear ratios, for it was completely focused on the gentle curve of your mouth. “Wow,” she muttered aloud “My heart is running at 10,000 RPMs right now. You’re a highly dangerous invention!”

Nejire Hado 🌬

You two were walking through the school courtyard when a beautiful butterfly landed right on your nose. You went perfectly still, crossing your eyes to look at it, letting out a soft, delighted giggle, Nejire stopped in her tracks.

Usually, she was the one asking a million questions and bursting with energy, but looking at you in that moment, she completely forgot how to speak. Her heart felt light, like it was floating on her own wave motion output. She bounded over, her hands clasped together, her eyes wider and brighter than ever.

“You’re so cute! Can I keep you? No, wait, I just want to look at you forever!”

➷Melissa Shield 🤖

You were visiting her lab on I-Island, and she was eagerly showing you a new piece of hero tech she designed. In your excitement to see it, you leaned over her shoulder, your face just inches from hers, your hair brushing against her cheek, Melissa’s breath hitched. She looked at how genuinely interested you were in her world, your eyes reflecting the glow of the computer screen.

The gears in her brilliant mind ground to a halt. A soft, sweet warmth bloomed in her chest. She pushed her glasses up her nose, a breathless smile forming on her lips as she realized she wanted to engineer a future where she was always by your side.

➷Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) 💫

Nemuri was used to playing the role of the confident, sultry heroine who could charm anyone. But one evening, while you two were grading papers together, you noticed she looked tired. You quietly stood up, walked behind her chair, and began gently massaging the tension out of her shoulders, leaning down to whisper, “You work so hard, Nemuri. Let me take care of you for a change.”

Nemuri’s entire posture melted. The flirtatious persona completely vanished, replaced by a fierce, fluttering vulnerability in her chest. Her face flushed a real, genuine pink as she leaned back into your touch. Oh, she thought, her heart racing.

They’ve got me completely wrapped around their finger.

➷Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) 🤣

Emi was always the one making the jokes, trying to get a laugh out of everyone (especially Aizawa). But during a quiet moment at a cafe, she cracked a particularly cheesy pun, and you burst into a genuine, snorting laugh, covering your face in embarrassment.

Emi froze, her eyes widening. The sound of your laugh was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard, her heart did a massive flip-flop. She leaned her chin on her hands, staring at you with an incredibly soft, uncharacteristic tenderness. “Hey,” she said softly, her usual loud voice dropping to a sweet murmur.

“Keep laughing like that, and I might just have to marry you for real.”

➷Yu Takeyama (Mt. Lady) 🗻

Yu was complaining about her sore feet after a long day of patrolling in her giant form. You didn’t complain about her whining, instead, you patted your lap and told her to lay down. When she rested her head on your thighs, you began gently running your fingers through her blonde hair, massaging her scalp.

Yu’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping her lips. For someone who was always chasing cameras and attention, this quiet, hidden moment felt bigger than anything else. She opened one eye, looking up at your sweet, peaceful face, and felt a massive, immovable weight of affection anchor itself in her chest.

➷Kaina Tsutsumi (Lady Nagant) 🔫

Kaina was used to the dark, cynical reality of the world, keeping her heart heavily guarded. But you didn’t care about her past or the cold exterior she put up, you had noticed her hands were rough and calloused from years of wielding her rifle quirk, so you bought her a beautifully scented, soothing hand cream.

As you gently massaged the lotion into her hands, talking about a silly movie you wanted to watch with her, Kaina stared at your bent head. The icy walls around her heart shattered into dust as a terrifyingly beautiful warmth flooded her veins. She squeezed your hand gently, her eyes softening into something fiercely protective.

I’ll protect this person, she thought. No matter what.

➷Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) 🐰

You two were at a local arcade, and you had just won a ridiculous, giant stuffed bunny from a claw machine after trying for an hour. You proudly turned around and shoved the plushie into her arms, grinning ear to ear. “For the number one hero!” you declared.

Rumi blinked at the fluffy toy, then at your triumphant, beaming face. Her long rabbit ears gave a sudden, violent twitch, and her heart thumped hard against her ribs—a rush of adrenaline that had absolutely nothing to do with fighting. She let out a loud, boisterous laugh, throwing an arm around your neck and pulling you into a headlock, burying her blushing face in your shoulder.

“Ha! You’re pretty smooth, kid. Guess you’re stuck with me now!”

➷Himiko Toga 🩸

Himiko’s definition of love had always been messy and chaotic, but then there was you. You were sitting with her in a safehouse, carefully applying a cute, sparkly band-aid over a scratch on her cheek. You didn’t look at her with fear, and you didn’t want to hurt her, you just smiled, booped her nose, and said, “There, all better, Himi” Himiko’s breath hitched.

Her heart felt like it was fluttering with a million butterflies, but for the first time, it didn’t make her want to draw blood, it just made her want to hold you. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms and legs around you like a koala, burying her face in your neck. “You’re so soft,” she whispered, her voice uncharacteristically gentle.

“I want to stay like this forever and ever.”

Was gonna make a part two of my Hinta fic but kinda sick gng so this'll do for now 😔

[yami-jellyfish]

OHSHC Imagines: You Suddenly Avoid Them

By: Yami

♡Scenario: You’re a regular customer of theirs, but then you suddenly switch to a different host?!

➷Tamaki Suoh 🌹

For months, you sat on the plush sofa listening to Tamaki play the piano, letting him call you his “precious princess.”

But today, you walked right past his outstretched arms and sat at the small table in the corner, sliding your tea selection directly to the Shadow King.

“Kyoya-senpai,” you smiled, leaning in. “I was hoping we could discuss the book list for the upcoming cultural festival? Your taste is always so refined.”

Kyoya’s glasses caught the light as he smirked, his pen hovering over his clipboard. “An excellent choice. I have just the recommendations for you.”

Behind you, the world practically shattered, Tamaki dropped to his knees, a spotlight of pure despair shining down on him as he grew a literal patch of mushrooms in the corner of the room.

“My own princess…seduced by the dark, calculating clutches of my best friend! Kyoya, you fiend! What black magic did you use to steal her away from my loving gaze?!”

Kyoya didn’t even look up “She simply prefers intelligent conversation, Tamaki. Now keep it down, you’re disrupting my customer.”

➷Kyoya Ootori 📑

For a long time, you were Kyoya’s ideal guest, you appreciated his quiet efficiency and the premium high-grade tea he always reserved for you.

So, when you bypassed his table to join Hikaru and Kaoru on their couch, his pen paused.

“Hey there, stranger,” Hikaru grinned, leaning close to your left ear.

“We thought you’d never realize how boring it is over there,” Kaoru whispered against your right.

You laughed, a genuine, loud laugh that Kyoya rarely heard from you. “You guys promised to show me that magic trick, remember? Besides, a little chaos is fun”

Kyoya watched from across the room. His expression remained a perfectly calm mask, but his grip on his pen tightened, he opened his ledger, flipped to your specific page, and began aggressively calculating exactly what psychological shift caused a 51% drop in your daily engagement with him.

The twins caught his icy glare and just smirked, sandwiching you between them. They knew they’d pay for this later, but right now? Winning you over was worth it.

➷Hiitachin Twins 💕

Being the twins’ regular meant surviving a gauntlet of “Which one is Hikaru?” games, psychological mind-boggling, and loud, chaotic energy.

You adored them, but you were running on three hours of sleep and your head was pounding.

So when you sat down next to the towering, silent third-year, the twins immediately materialized on either side of you, pouting in perfect unison.

“Hey! What gives?” Hikaru whined. “Are we not entertaining anymore?”

“Did we push it too far with the fake argument last week?” Kaoru asked, looking genuinely slighted. “Why Mori-senpai?”

Mori didn’t say a word. He simply shifted his massive frame, subtly blocking the twins’ view of you and creating a literal human shield of peace. He poured you a cup of warm barley tea and pushed a small plate of delicate sweets toward you.

“Rest,” Mori said, his deep voice incredibly grounding.

The twins blinked, looking at Mori’s intimidating stature, then at your exhausted face.

Recognizing defeat against the club’s silent protector, they sighed. “Fine,” Hikaru grumbled. “But you’re coming back to us next week!”

➷Takashi Morinozuka 💭

Mori was a man of few words, but he noticed everything. You had been his regular for a long time, content to just sit in his protective, silent aura.

But today, you were sitting at Haruhi’s table, completely engrossed in a conversation about local supermarket sales and ordinary, everyday hobbies.

Mori stood by the window, his arms crossed, watching you laugh as Haruhi poured your tea. For the first time in his life, Mori was spiraling.

Haruhi felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder, sweating slightly under Mori’s unblinking gaze “Uh…Mori-senpai? Do you need something?”

Mori stared for three more seconds, then slowly shook his head. “…No.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small piece of candy he had saved for you, dropped it onto Haruhi’s table, and walked away.

He mentally replayed your last five interactions, trying to find where he went wrong.

He didn’t realize that you just wanted to talk about ordinary things for once, leaving the poor, towering third-year silently vowing to practice his conversational skills in the mirror later that night.

➷Haruhi Fujioka 🌸

Haruhi was used to her guests being fiercely loyal because she treated them like real people.

So, when you booked Honey-senpai out of the blue because you wanted to see his new collection of plushies, it caught her completely off guard.

“Yay! You’re sitting with me and Usa-chan today!” Honey cheered, bouncing in his seat and immediately offering you a giant slice of strawberry shortcake. “We have so much cake to eat!”

Haruhi, who was hosting a guest at the very next table, kept losing her train of thought. Every time you laughed at something Honey said, or wiped a bit of frosting from the upperclassman’s cheek, Haruhi’s eyes darted over, her grip on her teacup tightened just a fraction.

“Haruhi-kun? Is everything alright?” her current guest asked.

“Oh! Yes, sorry,” Haruhi said quickly, forcing a smile, but her eyes drifted back to you. She felt a weird, unfamiliar prickle in her chest.

Since when did they like cute things that much anyway? I can talk about cake…sort of.

When your session ended, Haruhi casually intercepted you near the door. “So,” she started, crossing her arms and trying to sound nonchalant, though her brows were slightly knit together. “Did you have fun with Honey-senpai? I guess my conversations are a little too ordinary compared to a mountain of sweets.”

You blinked, realizing she was genuinely pouting. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

➷Mitsukuni Haninozuka 🍰

Honey-senpai was devastated. You had traded his stuffed animals, pink frosted cakes, and sweet compliments for Tamaki’s grand, dramatic romanticism.

You were currently blushing as Tamaki kissed the back of your hand, playing the role of the tragic prince.

Honey stood a few feet away, holding Usa-chan by the ear, his large brown eyes welling up with tears. But beneath the tears, a fierce determination sparked.

The legendary martial arts champion was not giving up his favorite person without a fight.

He puffed out his cheeks and marched right up to Tamaki’s table, putting on his most weaponized, adorable pout.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Honey whined, tugging on you. “Why are you sitting with Tama-chan? He’s old and dramatic! Look, Usa-chan misses you so much, he’s crying!” He held up the stuffed bunny, mimicking a crying voice.

“And look! I saved the biggest strawberry from the cake just for you! If you come back, I’ll let you hold Usa-chan for the whole entire session!”

Tamaki gasped, clutching his chest. “Honey-senpai! That is foul play! You cannot use the bunny weapon against the King!”

Honey ignored him, looking up at you with big, trembling eyes that were completely impossible to say no to.

lowkey dunno if y'all will like this one, but hope y'all enjoy reading!

[yami-jellyfish]

MHA Imagines: They Realize they Like you

By: Yami

♡ Scenario: They finally take notice of their feelings for you

➷Izuku Midoriya 🥦

Izuku was helping you study in the dorm common room, his notebook open and pen flying. You mumbled something about how hard he works, reached over, and gently brushed a stray curl out of his eyes, smiling softly.

Izuku froze. The warmth of your fingers lingered on his skin, and suddenly, his brain short-circuited. He looked at your laughing face, then down at his notebook, where his heart was beating so hard he was sure you could hear it. Oh, he thought, his face turning an aggressive shade of crimson as he buried his face in his hands.

I’m completely in love with them.

➷Katsuki Bakugo 💥

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and you had somehow convinced him to teach you how to bake his mom’s spicy cookies. You were a total disaster, accidentally blowing flour right into his face.

He wiped his eyes, ready to yell, but stopped when he heard your breathless, bright laughter. The afternoon sun hit your eyes just right, and your hands were covered in dough. Katsuki’s chest tightened with a weird, heavy warmth.

He clicked his tongue, reached out, and roughly but gently wiped a smudge of flour off your cheek. “Stupid,” he muttered, turning away so you wouldn’t see the sudden, uncharacteristic blush creeping up his neck.

You’re driving me crazy.

➷Shoto Todoroki 🔥❄

You were sitting on his tatami mat, shivering slightly from the winter chill. Without a word, you scooted closer and pressed your freezing hands right against his left arm. Shoto blinked, looking down at your hands, then at your content smile as his quirk naturally warmed you up.

A strange, blooming sensation spread from his chest all the way to his fingertips. He didn’t pull away, instead, he rested his right hand over yours, carefully controlling his temperature to keep you perfectly cozy. In that quiet moment, Shoto realized he wanted to be your personal heater—and maybee your everything else—for the rest of his life.

➷Tenya Iida 🦿

You had noticed how exhausted he was from chopping his arms around and organizing class schedules, so you surprised him with a thermos of his favorite tea and a sticky note that read: “Don’t forget to take a break, Mr. Class Rep! You’re doing amazing” Tenya stared at the handwriting, his glasses slipping down his nose, his usual rigid posture melted completely.

He looked over at you across the room, chatting with Uraraka, and his heart did a violent loop-de-loop. He pushed his glasses up with one finger, a goofy, helpless smile breaking across his face. He was falling, fast, and no traffic laws could slow him down.

➷Eijiro Kirishima 💪

You were cheering for him during a sparring match, screaming his name louder than anyone else in the gym. When he won and jogged over, you didn’t care that he was sweaty—you just threw your arms around his neck, telling him how incredibly manly and amazing he was.

Kirishima’s heart practically leaped out of his ribs. Your bright smile was brighter than Crimson Riot’s brightest day. His hardening quirk completely failed him as his insides turned to absolute mush. He wrapped his big arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder, grinning like an idiot.

Yep, I’m done for, they’ve got me.

➷Denki Kaminari ⚡

You two were sitting on the floor of his room, playing a video game. You finally beat him after a week of trying, and you let out a triumphant yell, throwing your hands up and accidentally tackling him backward onto his bed. You were laughing right above him, your eyes sparkling.

Denki’s thumbs stopped moving on the controller, the playful banter died in his throat as he looked up at your face, so close to his. His heart did a massive zap—and it wasn’t his quirk. “Hey,” he whispered, his usual smooth persona completely vanishing, replaced by pure, adoration.

“You’re really pretty, you know that?”

➷Hanta Sero 🩹

It was raining cats and dogs, and you two were sharing a single, slightly broken umbrella on the walk back to the dorms. To keep you dry, Sero wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you flush against his side. You laughed, leaning into his warmth and wrapping your arm around his waist.

Sero looked down at how perfectly you fit right under his shoulder. The sound of the rain faded, replaced by the rhythm of his own racing pulse, he squeezed you a little tighter, a relaxed, incredibly tender smile spreading across his face.

He didn’t care if the walk took all night.

➷Fumikage Tokoyami 🌑

You were hanging out in his room, completely unfazed by the darkness and the gothic decor. In fact, you were sitting on his bed, gently braiding Dark Shadow’s tendrils of shadow while humming a soft tune. Dark Shadow was purring, leaning into your touch, and Tokoyami was completely captivated.

He watched the gentle curve of your smile in the dim lamplight, aprofound, overwhelming warmth flooded his usually brooding heart. “An angel in the abyss,” he murmured to himself. When you looked up and asked what he said, he simply crossed his arms, his feathers rustling softly as he hid a deep blush in his collar.

“Nothing, my dearest, pray, continue.”

➷Mirio Togata ☀️

You were at a local park, and a little kid had dropped their ice cream. Before Mirio could even step in, you were already kneeling in the dirt, wiping the kid’s tears, and offering them half of your own pastry to make them smile. Mirio stood there, his usual boisterous laugh dying down into something incredibly soft.

His chest swelled with a feeling so huge it caught in his throat. He’d always wanted to be a hero who saves people, but looking at you, he realized you had just saved him from ever being lonely again. He grinned, running a hand through his blonde hair, his eyes shining with pure devotion.

➷Tamaki Amajiki 🐙

You two were eating lunch on the roof, and Tamaki was having a particularly anxious day, pressing his forehead against the brick wall. Instead of crowding him, you slid down next to him, slipped your hand into his, and began softly telling him a ridiculous story about a cat you saw earlier.

Tamaki squeezed your hand back. He looked at your intertwined fingers, then at your kind, patient face. The overwhelming noise in his head completely silenced, you were his safe harbor. His face burned a furious red, and he hid behind his bangs, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

I want to stay right here, he thought. With them…forever.

➷Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) 🐈‍⬛

It was late at night in the staff room, and Aizawa was drowning in grading. You quietly slipped in, set a fresh mug of black coffee on his desk, and draped your own yellow sleeping bag over his shoulders. Before you could pull away, you gently massaged his tight shoulders for just a few seconds, whispering, “Don’t stay up too late, Shota”

As the door clicked shut, Aizawa stared at the steam rising from the mug, he pulled the sleeping bag tighter around himself, inhaling your scent. A rare, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He was a logical man, but there was absolutely nothing logical about how deeply he had fallen for you.

➷Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) 🎤

He was on air during his radio show, doing his usual loud, energetic routine. You were sitting in the glass booth across from him, reading a book, but every time he made a ridiculous joke, you’d look up and give him this silent, beautiful laugh that crinkled your eyes.

Hizashi missed a beat of his own sentence, his heart thumped wildly against his ribs. For a man who lived his life at maximum volume, the sweetest sound in the entire world was suddenly the quiet melody of your amusement. He grinned into the microphone, his eyes locked onto yours, dedicating every single love song on the playlist to you.

➷Keigo Takami (Hawks) 🐣

You two were eating yakitori on a skyscraper rooftop at sunset, as a sudden gust of wind blew, and you shivered. Without a word, Hawks commanded his feathers to detach, wrapping them around you like a warm, crimson blanket, you snuggled into them with a sigh of relief, looking over at him with absolute trust.

Hawks’s breath hitched. He was used to being a hero, a double agent, a fast flyer—but looking at you wrapped in his wings, looking at him like he was the only person in the sky, he felt completely grounded. He leaned back on his hands, a soft, hopelessly smitten smile on his face. Ah, he thought.

I’m grounded, and I don’t mind it at all.

➷Kurogiri 🌀

It had been a chaotic, stressful day at the hideout, with the League causing their usual destruction, after they all finally dispersed, you stayed behind to help him clean up the broken glass. As you handed him a polished glass, your fingers brushed against the misty edges of his form, and you didn’t flinch—you just smiled and thanked him for always taking care of everyone.

The dark mist around his face flickered violently. For a man whose existence was tied to duty and shadows, the genuine, gentle warmth of your appreciation sparked something long forgotten in his chest. A profound, quiet urge to protect your smile above all else took hold of him.

➷Dabi 💙

You were sitting on the couch of the decrepit hideout, patchworking a tear in his favorite coat. Dabi was leaning against the doorframe, a cynical smirk on his face, watching your focused expression. But then, you poked your finger with the needle, hissed, and instinctively pouted, blowing on the tiny drop of blood. Dabi’s smirk vanished, a bizarre, intense ache bloomed right where his scarred chest met his collarbone.

He walked over, grabbed your hand roughly but without using any heat, and sucked the tiny drop of blood from your finger, his blue eyes boring into yours “Careful, doll,” he rasped, his voice lower than usual “Can’t have you bleeding out on me”

He hated emotions, but he hated the thought of anyone else holding your hand even more.

➷Tomura Shigaraki 🎮

He was furiously playing a game, his stress levels through the roof. You walked up behind him, took his favorite gaming headset off, and replaced it with a pair of soft, fuzzy cat-ear headphones you bought him as a joke. Shigaraki froze, raising his hand to decay them, but stopped when you giggled and leaned down, your face right next to his, telling him he looked cute.

His pinky finger stayed carefully raised, but his heart utterly glitched out. The chaotic, angry noise in his brain ceased, he looked at your smiling face, his red eyes widening. A buff, he thought, his chest tightening in a way that didn’t feel like hatred at all. They’re a total cheat code.

He turned back to the screen, his face burning, but he left the fuzzy headphones on.

Hmmm how did y’all like this one? Should I make a female version? (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

[yami-jellyfish]

The Goddess's Confession

By: Yami

Hinata Shoyo x Popular fem!Reader

Operation: Confess to Hinata was supposed to be foolproof.

You had the crisp pink envelope tucked safely into your school bag, practicing your speech in the mirror three times this morning. You even made sure your hair didn’t do that weird flip on the side.

The only flaw in your flawless plan?

The rest of the student body.

The moment you stepped through the school gates, the sea of students parted as if you were Moses and they were a bunch of uniform-wearing waves. Gasping ensued, while someone in the distance dropped their bento box.

“Oh my gosh, it’s (Y/N)-san…”

“She’s so radiant today. Is that a halo?!”

“Did she just look at me? I can die happy.”

You offered a polite, tiny nod, trying to keep your composure while internally sweating bullets. In reality, you were just a normal person who happened to be blessed with an aggressively aesthetic face. But to Karasuno High, you were a localized deity, a goddess among mortals.

But all you wanted to do was find a 5’4 ginger middle blocker and tell him you liked his smile.

~~~

During the morning break, you spotted him. Hinata was bouncing down the hallway, aggressively mimicking a spike to an imaginary Kageyama.

Perfect.

You took a deep breath and stepped out of your classroom. “Hinata—”

“(Y/N)-SAN!!”

Before you could even take a second step, three classmates materialized out of thin air, dropping to their knees in front of you.

“Your left shoelace is slightly loose!” one boy cried out, tears in his eyes. “Please, allow us to tie it for you! A goddess should never have to bend down!”

“No, let me!” another shouted. “I have a master’s degree in knot-tying!”

By the time you managed to gently wave them off, stammering that you could tie your own shoes, Hinata had already bounded past, completely oblivious to your existence.

Damn it…

~~~

You spent the entirety of fourth period staring at the clock. The moment the bell rang, you grabbed your letter, zipped out the door, and headed straight for the courtyard where Hinata usually ate.

You saw him sitting on a bench, stuffing a meat bun into his face.

This was it.

“Hinata,” you called out softly.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over you, then another.

Then twelve more.

“Is it true, (Y/N)-san?! Are you eating lunch alone today?!”

“Please, accept this premium wagyu beef bento! My mother made it, but you deserve it more!”

“Do you require a fan? The sun is quite harsh on your flawless skin today!”

A literal wall of flesh and adoration formed between you and the courtyard. You tried to peer through the gaps of your impromptu fan club. You could see the back of Hinata’s bright orange head.

Look over here! your brain screamed. Hinata, please just turn around! I don’t want the premium wagyu, I want to talk about your weird volleyball sounds!

But Hinata just happily munched away, completely blocked from your sight by a human fortress of your own popularity.

~~~

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the school grounds. You stood outside the boy’s gymnasium, clutching the love letter behind your back, your knuckles turning white. You had evaded your adoring fans by hiding in a broom closet for twenty minutes, and you were running on pure adrenaline at this point.

The gym doors opened as the volleyball team started trickling out.

Finally, Hinata walked out, chatting with Sugawara.

This was your last chance. You took a step forward. “Hinata—”

“(Y/N)-SAN! WE FOUND HER!”

Shit.

Like a pack of hyper-focused bloodhounds, a group of students spotted you. Within three seconds, you were surrounded yet again.

“We were so worried! You disappeared after cleaning duty!”

“Are you hurt? Do you need a piggyback ride to the station?!”

“Please let us carry your schoolbag, (Y/N)-san!”

You stood frozen in the center of the crowd. Internally, you were on your knees, shaking your fists at the heavens, letting out a silent, Godzilla-esque roar.

HINATA, PLEASE! LOOK AT ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NOTICE ME! I AM DYING HERE!

SAVE ME!!

On the outside, however, you just blinked your beautiful eyes, looking slightly overwhelmed.

Meanwhile, Five Feet Away…

Hinata was currently experiencing a minor existential crisis.

He was standing near the bicycle racks, staring at the massive crowd that had just formed around you. His heart was hammering against his ribs, and his hands were sweating.

Hidden securely behind his back, squeezed tightly in his fist, was a slightly crumpled, hand-written letter.

He looked at the letter, then looked back at you. You looked like a literal supermodel, you were surrounded by people offering you gifts, protection, and eternal devotion.

Man…Hinata thought, his shoulders dropping as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.

There’s just no way.

He slumped against the fence, a comical shadow of defeat washing over him. He looked down at his letter, which read ‘I like you a lot! Please go out with me!’ in big, messy handwriting.

She’s like a princess, Hinata thought despondently, watching a boy literally offer you a handkerchief just to step on. And I’m just a guy who hits a ball. She’s completely, totally, one-hundred-percent out of my league.

Why did I ever think I could confess to her today?

He shoved his letter deep into his school bag, resolving to try again another day—or, more realistically, when he grew at least three feet taller.

Part 2 here: The Goddesses's Plan

[yami-jellyfish]

Demon Slayer Imagines: They get Jealous

By: Yami

♡Scenario: They get Jealous

➷Tanjiro Kamado 👺

Tanjiro is usually a saint, but he is still human. When he saw a smooth-talking Kakushi lingering a bit too long around you, laughing loudly at your jokes, Tanjiro’s signature smile didn’t falter—but his scent completely changed. It went from sweet and comforting to a sharp, burning wood fire.

He didn’t make a scene. Instead, he walked right up, gently placed a hand on the small of your back, and tilted his head with a blindingly polite smile.

“Hello! I need to borrow my partner for a moment, we have a training session. Thank you for keeping them company!”

The sheer intensity of his polite aura practically forced the Kakushi to scramble away. Once alone, Tanjiro buried his face in your shoulder, his voice muffled and a little whiny.

“Your scent smelled like him for a second. Let me stay like this until it smells like just us again.”

➷Zenitsu Agatsuma ⚡

Zenitsu doesn’t do “subtle” jealousy. The moment he saw another slayer offering you a piece of sweet bean jelly, his heart rate spiked into a frantic, chaotic rhythm that you could practically hear.

He lunged forward, sobbing dramatically, and threw himself at your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“WAAAAH! You’re going to leave me for him, aren’t you?! Just because he has better posture and doesn’t scream when he sees a spider! I knew it! I’m going to die alone on my next mission anyway, so just tell me now!”

The other slayer, completely terrified by the sudden mental breakdown, took his jelly and ran. You sighed, patting Zenitsu’s blonde hair. Once he realized the “threat” was gone, he immediately shifted from sobbing to smugly holding your hand, refusing to let go for the rest of the day.

➷Inosuke Hashibira 🐗

Inosuke doesn’t understand the complex emotion of romantic jealousy, he just knows it makes him want to fight. When a rookie slayer tried to flirt with you by showing off how many push-ups he could do, Inosuke flipped.

He stomped over, smoke practically billowing from his boar mask, and aggressively pointed at the poor guy.

“YOU THINK THAT’S IMPRESSIVE, YOU WEAKLING?! WATCH THIS!”

Inosuke proceeded to do one-handed, upside-down push-ups on a nearby rock, yelled at the top of his lungs, and then snatched you up like a sack of potatoes, slinging you over his shoulder.

He marched off into the woods, grumbling, “You don’t need to look at that loser. I’m the king of the mountains! Look at me!”

➷Genya Shinazugawa 💢

Genya turns into a stuttering, blushing mess when he’s jealous. He saw you chatting happily with a guy from the swordsmith village and immediately froze. His face flushed a dark, angry crimson, and he started cracking his knuckles nervously.

He wanted to be cool and walk over, but his anxiety gripped him. Instead, he just loomed in the background like an intimidating, 6-foot-tall shadow until the swordsmith felt the heavy glare and nervously excused himself.

When you walked over to Genya and asked if he was okay, he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck furiously.

“I-I wasn’t glaring! It’s just…you look nicer when you talk to me. Don’t laugh at that guy’s jokes, they weren’t even funny.”

➷Murata 🍙

Murata knows he’s an average guy, so his jealousy comes with a side of mild panic. When he saw a flashy, high-ranking slayer trying to sweet-talk you, Murata’s soul practically left his body.

He knew he couldn’t win in a fight, so he resorted to the ultimate weapon: awkward interruption. He stumbled into the conversation, entirely uninvited, with a stiff, nervous grin.

“Oh! Hey! Wow, look at the time, we actually have to go check on the…supply boxes! Yes, the boxes!”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you away with surprising speed. Once out of sight, he let out a massive sigh of relief, fixing his hair. “Please don’t look at guys like that, my stress levels can’t handle it.”

➷Giyuu Tomioka 🌊

Giyuu is a man of few words, and his jealousy is quiet but incredibly heavy. When another Hashira (likely Tengen, just to mess with him) started teasing you and putting an arm around your shoulder, Giyuu’s eyes turned into ice.

He didn’t yell. He just walked over, his footsteps entirely silent, and stepped directly between you and the other person. He faced the offender, his hand resting deliberately on the hilt of his Nichirin sword.

The atmosphere grew so suffocatingly cold that the other person awkwardly backed away. Giyuu turned to you, his expression blank as always, but his grip on your hand was uncharacteristically tight.

“Let’s go. It’s too loud here.”

➷Sanemi Shinazugawa 🍃

Sanemi is a walking powder keg. Seeing anyone get too close to you is like tossing a match into a fireworks factory. When a merchant at the market tried to touch your hand while handing you change, Sanemi’s veins popped on his forehead.

He snatched your wrist, pulling you behind his scarred frame, and leaned down until he was inches from the merchant’s terrified face.

“You got a problem with your eyes, pal? Or maybe you just want to lose those fingers? Because if you touch them again, I’ll feed you your own teeth.”

After terrified apologies were made, Sanemi dragged you away, huffing and cursing under his breath. When you teased him about being protective, he shoved a box of ohagi into your hands to hide his blushing face. “Shut up! Just stay close to me so I don’t have to kill someone!”

➷Muichiro Tokito 🌫

Muichiro is usually spaced out, but his focus snaps into sharp, dangerous clarity when someone tries to flirt with you. He was staring at the clouds until a slayer started trying to charm you. Suddenly, Muichiro was standing right next to the guy, looking up at him with dead, empty eyes.

“Who are you? Why are you talking to them? You’re annoying. Leave before I throw a rock at your head.”

His voice was completely monotone, which somehow made the threat ten times scarier, the guy fled instantly.

Muichiro immediately reverted back to his soft, hazy self, tugging on your sleeve. “They were wasting your time. Look at that cloud, it looks like a radish. Let’s go look at it together.”

➷Kyojuro Rengoku 🔥

Rengoku’s jealousy is loud, bright, and impossible to ignore. He doesn’t get insecure; he just asserts his presence with the force of a solar flare. When he noticed someone trying to make a move on you at a festival, his booming laugh echoed through the crowd.

He marched over, slung a massive, heavy arm around your shoulders, and beamed at the stranger with a smile that carried a very clear, fiery warning.

“HA HA HA! HELLO THERE! ARE YOU ENJOYING THE FESTIVAL? MY PARTNER AND I WERE JUST ABOUT TO GO BUY SOME SOBA! HAVE A WONDERFUL NIGHT!”

The sheer volume and intense, unblinking eye contact were enough to make the person politely excuse themselves.

Rengoku looked down at you, his smile softening into something incredibly warm as he squeezed your shoulder. “You are far too captivating! I must keep you close, or everyone will try to steal you away!”

➷Goto 🧹

Goto is a background character and he knows it, so when he sees youl talking to a flashy, high-ranking Demon Slayer, his internal monologue goes into overdrive. ‘Great, look at that guy. He probably kills Lower Moons for breakfast. What do I have? A uniform that covers my face and a mop.’

Driven by a mix of irritation and sheer desperation, he walked over, carrying a massive stack of laundry as an excuse.

“Hey! Excuse me! High-ranking slayer person, don’t you have a demon to go hunt? And you—” he looked at you, his eyes narrowing above his mask, “—stop slacking! Shinobu-sama needs you in the butterfly estate right now!”

He practically shoved the laundry into your arms and escorted you away. Once out of earshot, he pulled his mask down to his chin, groaning.

“Seriously? A Hashira? Cut me some slack, my heart can’t take competing with people who can breathe fire.”

[yami-jellyfish]

Shopping with Porcupine

By: Yami

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

“Oi, (Y/N)!” Bakugou’s voice sliced through the air as you lazily flipped through the pages of your notebook. You'd been hoping for a quiet afternoon, but Bakugou had other plans.

“What's up?” you asked, barely lifting your eyes to meet his fiery glare.

He rolled his eyes at you, “Stop messing around! We got a job to do,” he snapped. You blinked, trying to process what he was saying. Bakugou stormed toward you, hands in his hips, his usual aggressive stance in full effect.

“A job? What the hell are you talking about?” you muttered, your curiosity piqued but your mood far from thrilled. You really weren't in the mood to deal with his hyperactive energy today.

“The shopping list dumbass!”

“What shopping?” You looked at him, confusion written all over your face.

“Didn't you hear? We’re stuck doing the class shopping. The whole damn class, everyone’s list of things they want, and we’ve gotta get it all, so quit being lazy and let’s go.”

Your brain instantly registered the situation. You, Bakugou, shopping for the entire class.

This was a nightmare waiting to happen.

You groaned inwardly. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “Why do we have to do it? Why can’t anyone else—”

“Don’t ask me!” Bakugou barked, cutting you off before you could even finish. “This is punishment for the whole class, and guess who gets to suffer through it? Me! And you fucking extra!” He jabbed a finger at you, clearly annoyed.

“Right...because you’re just that lucky,” you deadpanned.

“You think I care about luck?!” Bakugou growled, his usual scowl deepening. “Now get up and get moving. We're not wasting any more time. If we don’t finish this today, I’m gonna explode.”

“Explode…like, literally?” you asked, half-joking.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET MOVING!” Bakugou shot you an intense glare, his anger rising like a spark ready to ignite. You rolled your eyes again, standing up to follow him. Sometimes, you had to admit, Bakugou’s over-the-top threats had no effect on you.

~~~

The walk to the shopping mall was...awkward. Bakugou stomped ahead, leading the way with his usual fiery energy while you trailed behind, trying to enjoy the bit of quiet before the chaos began.

You could already feel the tension building, knowing exactly how Bakugou would react in a place filled with people and endless consumer choices.

When you reached the store, Bakugou immediately darted to the list he'd been handed, grumbling under his breath as he read off the items.

“Look at this crap! Why do they need so much junk?!” he muttered, the list seeming to piss him off even more with each passing second.

You glanced at the list, and sure enough, the items were all over the place. From random snacks to specific brands of toothpaste, it was a bunch of personal preferences from all your classmates.

“I swear, this is going to take forever,” you sighed, pushing your cart along as Bakugou aggressively picked out items with zero regard for patience or social decorum.

“Shut up, (Y/N)!” he snapped when he caught you eyeing him. “Do you think I wanted to do this?!”

You chuckled dryly, “I mean, you don’t exactly seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Why would I enjoy this?!” he yelled, his voice making several nearby shoppers glance over. “This is a waste of time, and I hate it!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe if you didn’t get so angry, it’d be easier to focus.”

Bakugou whipped around, his usual aggressive scowl now a deep frown. "I am focused! I’m just not wasting time on anything that doesn’t matter. You’re the one messing around, not me!" His eyes narrowed, and you could see the vein in his temple twitch. “Now quit talking and help me pick out the rest of this junk!”

“Sure thing, Bakugou,” you said dryly, only half-paying attention as you grabbed some snacks and toiletries. You were well aware that you couldn’t win a battle of words with him, especially when he was this worked up.

Half an hour later, you were both pushing a mountain of items toward the checkout. Bakugou was muttering angrily to himself, clearly still annoyed, while you just wished for the ordeal to be over.

“I swear, next time they try this crap, I’ll just leave 'em all high and dry,” Bakugou fumed, his hand clenched into a fist at his side. “I’ll leave you too, for that matter.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You really think you could leave me behind?”

Bakugou shot you a quick look, his gaze softening ever so slightly before he quickly averted his eyes, pretending he didn’t just show a hint of concern. “Of course I could! Who do you think I am?!”

You smiled a little, just enough to see the subtle softness under his angry exterior. It didn’t last long, though, he quickly scowled again and muttered something under his breath.

When you reached the checkout, Bakugou did the usual—grumbling and scowling at the total “This is insane. I could’ve used all this money for better stuff, not for those extras.”

You shrugged. “Well, it’s not like they forced you to do it…”

Bakugou’s jaw tightened. "Shut up nerd. I don’t wanna hear it."

With a final growl of frustration, he grabbed the bags, practically dragging them toward the exit. You followed behind, feeling more exhausted than when you first started.

Once you were outside, Bakugou paused, his expression softening a little. “Thanks for...I dunno, not being completely useless, I guess.”

You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. “You're welcome, Bakugou.”

He shot you a look, his cheeks turning a bit redder than usual. “Don’t get used to it, I still think you’re a pain in the ass.

But despite his words, there was a small smile tugging at his lips, hidden just enough to make you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he didn’t entirely hate spending time with you.