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₊˚✩彡 — nutelloco for u ft. jake x f!reader warnings cursing wc 673 words

if there were zero fans of nutella acai bowls left on earth, that would mean that you were deceased, not breathing, and buried six feet underneath the ground.

so it was safe to say, when you went to the acai shop and were denied your order by the new, very cute cashier you were flabbergasted.

“what??” you ask, “you’re out of. . .the acai base??”

“yeah,” the boy says, “sorry about that, we’ve been having like uh some sort of shortage recently,”

“oh,” you mumble.

“you could get the nutelloco bowl instead! it’s similar, just coconut base,” he interjects eagerly.

“no, i’m good,” you sigh, “thanks though,”

“jake!”

“what?’

“oh uhm,” he mumbles, “i’m jake,”

“okay. . .?” he blinks at you, “i’m yn??” his blank face quickly widens into a bright smile.

“pretty name,” he tells you, “sorry about your bowl,”

you feel heat rushing to your face, before you quickly cough, “right, uhm, thanks, jake,”

“AGAIN??” you yell, much louder than you meant. you quickly quiet down, sending an apologetic look to other people in the shop, before slamming your hands down on the counter in front of you.

“okay,” you seethe, “let me get this straight jake,” he gulps. “an acai bowl shop is out of acai??”

“yes. . .” jake says meekly, “there’s a shortage! and like inflation and shit!,” he insists. you stare him down, “you could get the nutelloco bowl?”

“inflation and shit?? also why are you so set on making me order that??” you ask.

“it’s the same as the nutella bowl! just a different base,” he says, “just give it a try,”

“no thanks,” you mumble, “there better be acai tomorrow jake, or i will be fighting you,”

jake watches as you sulk out the door the second day in a row, glancing at your retreating figure. he can’t help but feel guilty as he stares at the very much full-stocked fridge full of frozen acai berries. one more try, or else jungwon might kill me for doing this

despite it being eight in the morning, you were on a mission.

you’re seething, fists clenched, as you stomp-walk down the pier to the acai shop, to confront a certain cashier about the fact that you know he has been lying to you, and preventing you from getting your order. you throw the door open, the door chime's smashing together, to find a very surprised jake setting up behind the register.

“oh you are so dead,” you exclaim, striding towards the cashier.

“morning. . .?” jake asks.

“don’t play with me,” you hiss, “i know you have that acai base, and you’re withholding it from me!” jake winces at your words, rubbing his neck in guilt.

"about that i-"

“don't give me a half-assed apology jake, you better give me a thesis statement on why you've been gatekeeping the nutella bowl from me and absolutely demanding me to get the nutelloco bowl! i know the nutella bowl's basic but it tastes really fucking good and i’ve been craving it—”

“cause i’m nutelloco for you?” he blurts. it comes out as a question, but as soon as you hear it, your words die in your throat.

“. . .what?” you ask, staring at the boy. his face goes red, and he crosses his arms awkwardly to stare at you.

“haha!” jake robotically laughs, “i was just joking actually! i’m sorry for what i did! i'll reflect and you can go report me to my boss, his name's jungwon, and his numbers actually 94850--”

“wait wait wait. let me get this straight,” you say, “you didn’t let me order what i want for the past two days because you wanted to use a cheesy pickup line on me??”

”yes. . .?” jake answers.

“you are a fucking dork,” you hiss, glaring at him.

“but did it work?” he asks. you can only stare at him, the words to deny him, stuck in your throat. you grumble, and turn away from the register, "did it?"

“get me that nutella bowl first, then we can talk whether or not i’m 'nutelloco' for you to,"

a/n stupid, short drabble but it is an ode to my love for acai bowls

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a cry for help • katsuki bakugou

⤷ genre: lil bit of angst & a lil bit of fluff & lil bit of law student katsu!au

⤷ word count: 1213

⤷ a/n: so this fic isn’t perfect and it might be a little messy but i really like this fic and i hope you do too!! thank you @ererokii for proof reading like always (love you aims

☆彡

“Okay, so if the defendant is under investigation for criminal activity, what rights do they have when referring to their privacy?” you asked Katsuki, reading off the index card you held in your hand. You watch the stressed pre-law student bring his hand up to his temples, rubbing them in hopes of a sense of relief. 

“C’mon Katsu, you got this,” you whisper-cheered to him. When you saw his vermillion eyes set on you, there was a chill that ran down your spine; this was his infamous ‘fuck off’ look. You gave him another thirty seconds to answer the question before setting down the card in the ‘wrong’ pile. The scoff that he sent you in return to your actions made you stop your midway, your fingers pinched at the corner of the next index card, “Do you know the answer?”

“No,” Katsuki scoffed once again, this time accompanying it with an over the top eye roll. You watched as he fiddled with the keys on his laptop before gaining the confidence to look him in the eyes again. The bags underneath them were heavier than yesterday, and his usually perfect skin was breaking out right by the pores of his nose.

“Did you sleep last night,” you asked him, worried that you already knew the answer.

“No,” Katsuki answered. This time, his tone was less harsh. You could sense the tiredness and stress that was laced in his voice. This was so unlike him. Usually, the Katsuki Bakugou was the type of student to pass every test without fail, regardless of studying But ever since the two of you had started college, he had been struggling, hard. Last night he texted you asking if the two of you could meet up at the library; the last thing you expected was for him to ask you to help him study.

“Oi, ask the next shitty question,” Katsuki’s husky voice pulled you from your thoughts. His frustration was obvious and was growing to be a bit contagious, but you were trying your best to keep a cool head for him. You picked up the pile of unanswered index cards, shuffling through them and purposely picking out the easiest question. “What is the fifth amendment of the constitution,” you read, waiting for his answer.

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t fucking know. Is that what you want to hear,” he hissed, his voice raising half a decibel with every word. “Do you think you’re better than me because I can’t answer a few of your dumbass questions?” At this point, he was half yelling. Nowhere near his regular volume but still loud enough to grasp the attention of your peers studying in the library.

“Katsuki Bakugou, you know I don’t think that,” you spat back at him, standing up from your seat with both hands pressed on the desk in front of you. Almost all thoughts of containing your temper having been thrown to the wind... almost. You straightened your back, brushing the wrinkles from your skirt before sitting back in your seat. You tried your best to keep your eyes from the ones watching the broadway worthy performance you and your boyfriend were putting on for them.

“What the hell is going on with you,” you asked, any remnants of your previously attitude laced tone completely gone, instead replaced with something softer, a tone more crossed with love and concern.

“Tch. The fuck are you talking about,” he asked, refusing to meet your gaze, preferring to read and reread the sign that hung above your head pointing to the young adult romance section of the library.

“You know what I’m talking about Katsuki. You’re not sleeping, and I have to call you eight times a day just make sure that you eat. You’ve basically cut all ties with everyone except me and Eijirou, and I don’t know how much longer we can handle Denki on our own. What’s wrong with you?”

“You want to know what’s wrong with me,” Katsuki started, the ice from his voice sending a chill throughout your corner of the room, “It’s you. And my mother. And everyone fucking else. I promised that I would be the best and greatest, but what kind of fucking idiot can’t even pass their mid-term?”

Katsuki was never big on expressing his emotions, so the shock you felt when you saw a single tear fall from his eye and down his cheek before he wiped it away was completely justifiable. Tears aren’t a sign of weakness, they’re a cry for help. And you’re never more strong than when you’re asking for help. Remember that. Those were the words he spoke every time you came running to him for comfort, for shelter, for love. 

“Katsu,” you cooed, taking his cheek in your right palm and steering his attention towards you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. The last thing I wanted was to pressure you. We can do this together, I can help you.” Your voice, soft and quiet was a good example as to what proper library etiquette was. Opposed to your boyfriend who had been yelling his head off just seconds before. But any and all thoughts of what was right and what was wrong were thrown out the window when you felt Katsuki rest his forehead against yours, letting one last tear fall from his eye. Tears can also be a sign of love. When you’re so overwhelmed with the feeling and just don’t know what to do with it, that’s when tears come in handy.

So caught up in the feeling of love and the aura that had settled around you two, neither of you noticed the library security guard walking your way. It wasn’t until he was close enough for the two of you to smell the coffee he had drunk this morning from his breath that you remembered there were other people on earth. When the guard had asked you and Katsuki to leave due to a noise complaint (well, several noise complaints), you didn’t really put up a fight because you understood completely.

 ミ☆

“I’ve never been kicked out of a library before, “ you confessed, drawing small circles on your boyfriend’s chest through the black tee that he dawned, “Do you think we can ever show our faces there again. Wait, what if they have, like, a wall of infamy for people who are no longer welcome and our faces are on there now.”

“Then we’ll find a new library,” Katsuki shrugged, rolling over on the twin-sized mattress to face you in favor of the off white ceiling of your college dorm. You dragged your index finger from the bags underneath his eyes to the cliff of his chin, in the same motion that a tear would fall, before using that same finger to wipe away a tear that had fallen from your eye. “Damn, if it’s that important to you then I guess I could talk to the staff and explain to them that it was my fault.”

“No, no. It’s not that- I just really, really love you,” you gush, hoping that he didn’t hear the awkward snort that followed as you tried to cover up your sudden burst of emotion with laughter.

“I love you too dumbass.”

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