#shinsou x yn

[emmyrosee]

don’t even try to look at me, I’m not sorry.

———

“I like that thing you do with your tongue.”

The casual way Hitoshi’s words fall from his lips make you tense up, and when your gaze flicks up to meet his gaze, you’re met with a playful glimmer. The lights in your dorm are low lit, only for the street lights outside to brighten up the campus, illuminating college night life.

You and Hitoshi always preferred to stay in, however.

You chuckle and turn your attention back to the hand that’s being held in yours, holding it steady while you paint the nails an elegant purple. “One of the creepiest things you’ve ever said to me, baby.”

“I mean it,” he hums, blinking lazily. He reaches over to nudge your lip with the thumb on his free hand, “when you’re all focused, the tip pokes out of the corner. You’ve done it since UA. ‘S cute.”

“Shush and hold still,” you tease, leaning over to bite the tip of his finger in punishment.

“Hey!” He scoffs. “Don’t mess up my nail polish, freak.”

“I would never,” you assure. The rest of the nail painting is mostly silent, save for passing cars and frat parties, but you and Hitoshi always manage to tune them out, stuck in your own little world where all that thrives is your relationship.

“You’re such a disappointment,” you giggle, swinging a thigh to straddle over his waist. Immediately, massive paws shift up to rest on your hips, thumbs stroking over the meat.

“Yeah?” Hitoshi chuckles, cheshire smirk splayed proud over his face. “And what would your poor daddy say about you spending time with a guy like me? When his kid is supposed to be studying to be the next big thing?”

You snort, leaning down to be nose to nose. Your elbows rest on either side of his head, and he slips his hands past the waistband of your sweats to rest on the dimples of your lower back.

“Daddy doesn’t need to know anything.”

Hitoshi hums in agreement, “might think I’m corrupting you or something.”

“You are corrupting me.”

“Sneaking in your room at night to snuggle isn’t corrupting you,” he sneers, leaning up to peck your lips. “If anything, I think you corrupted me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm.” He leans up once again to nip at your lips, watching with fond eyes as you yelp in surprise. “Makin’ me weak for your affection. Domesticated me. You weren’t supposed to do that.”

He loves the way your smile beams back at him, and he gives you a kiss on your nose.

“Well then,” you chirp. You lay your head on his chest and take selfish, deep inhales of his scent. He smells like cedarwood and citrus, a fragrance you’d bought him for his birthday,

the first one you’d shared together. He snickered and asked ‘what? You don’t love my dollar store cologne?’ but it fills you with a sense of pride to know he wears it so frequently.

Truly domesticated.

“Guess I did my job right.”

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

I just had this thought while making dinner... so obviously, I'm sharing it with you guys.

Men who get so possessive over you, not in the controlling sense but in the sense where they only have eyes for you, they only want to be around you...they only want you.

So when you tell them 'I love you' for the first time, their voice is filled with desire and a hint of nervousness. They pull you close to them, arms wrapping around your waist, and their voice comes out in a whisper.

'Say it again?'

It's so soft you can barely hear it, making your heart beat wildly in your chest. When you do, they bury their face in your neck, their lips tracing a path along your skin as they murmur against you.

"I love you too... so much... more than anything... you're mine, and I'm never letting you go..."

They'd kiss your neck, once, then twice, lips lingering over your skin as their hands run up and down your sides.

"You don't know how much I love you... how much I need you... how much I want to keep you forever... mine and only mine..."

And you'll ask them what seems like such a stupid question.

"Only yours?"

And they chuckle, pulling back to look at you with the most cocky grin ever.

"Does that question require a practical answer?"

Shinso, BAKUGO, Kaminari, IZUKU, Sukuna, Gojo, KURO + your fave

[nivtee]

: ̗̀➛ BOTHERED. shinso hitoshi

shinso hitoshi x gn!reader

pinning ! flirting ! suggestive themes ! reader wears a skirt for the first time !

hitoshi is a thighs man. and fuck, you get him with that skirt.

― hitoshi whose never told you but he loves your thighs

― he knows you've never slept with anyone, and even if he has, he's not going to pressure you or start that conversation with you.

― it happens in school, both of you in your third year. you're in different classes so you only see eachother at lunch. usually, he'd walk you from the dorms but he had a training session with aizawa early and couldn't see you.

― and then he sees you.

― then he sees what you're wearing.

― he's literally breathless??? holy fuck?? the skirt you're wearing is a part of the uniform, but you'd only worn pants from when you started school till today, apparently.

― its hiked up around your waist, flowing down till it sits just covering the edge of your butt.

― he cannot look away for the life of him oh my god someone get this man some water he's so fucking thirsty for you.

― he doesn't say anything until he's walking you back to the dorms and he shoved you against the door to the building, knee between your legs and his hands gripping your hips.

― "fuck, kitten, can't think straight when you're all dressed up" and he's kissing down your neck so feverishly you think you have a cold.

― his hands are wandering and there;s hickeys on your neck and then you finally drag him inside and you have to wear your pants the next day because of the hickeys covering your thighs.

[sugarlywhispers]

☆–a.n; @hitoshisbf MOOTIE, I GOTCHUU♡ tho, idk if this is the turn you were looking for with his, but i hope at least satiates a bit of your need ;) also, i haven't written this fast anything LOOOL idk, i'm living for the angsty fics lately♡

☆–warnings; angst, alcohol consumption, a bit of smut in one paragraph lol, and of course swearing, because Shinsou is as bad as Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi is not a man that shows his feelings openly. 

Everybody knows that.

So it isn’t a surprise when he returns to the agency from that hell of a fight, face blank, void of any emotion, eyes looking sleepy and tired like they always do. But there is something. Something about the way he is walking, the way he is breathing, or maybe call it his aura, that makes everyone flinch as he walks from the entrance directly towards the elevator.

From all the eyes he knows and feels looking at him, he strongly feels yours. He knows he shouldn’t close on himself and not seek help when he perfectly knows this is a moment to seek for help. For you.

But he can’t avoid it.

The guilt.

Another partner lost.

Another person died in his care.

More than one.

He is 32 years old and apparently he can’t take care of a sidekick half his age, who is already an adult, but still a baby in this profession. This fucking profession of being a hero. How many have already gone? How many have lost their lives because he wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, or even smart enough? How. Fucking. Many.

Hitoshi sighs when he’s in front of the door to his office, not really knowing how he got there; and when he enters and then turns to close it, he encounters the eyes of Midoriya Izuku who looks at him, worried and pitiful.

“It wasn’t your fault, Hitoshi,” Midoriya’s words feel more like a dagger stuck deep in his guts than the comfort he tries to give.

“How many, Midoriya… How many.”

And with that he closes the door and locks it. He doesn’t wait for his co-worker and friend's response. Hitoshi doesn’t need it. He knows it.

After throwing some of his equipment over the small couch he has in the middle of his office, Shinsou walks directly towards one of his furniture where he hides it. Alcohol. Rum, to be exact. He discovered –after a situation similar to this one– that the only thing that gives him a bit of comfort is the burn of the liquor going down his throat. He hates it, he loathes it completely. But he loves how the painful burning turns off his senses and closes down his gullet as the liquid slides inside his system. His ability to speak turns off, just as his consciousness.

He gulps down glass after glass after glass. He doesn’t care that he’s at work and by all ethics he shouldn’t be doing this here. But he doesn’t fucking care anymore.

He doesn’t care that once again one of his co-workers and two of his sidekicks died right in front of his eyes.

He doesn’t care that even if he got there a tad bit sooner, they could still be alive, he could have saved them.

He doesn’t care that it was his fault, because he got distracted from trying to follow one of those villains and didn’t stay to help his team.

But he does care. It is his fault. Everything.

Glass after glass after glass of rum, and he already feels the rise in temperature and the dizziness in his body. But he doesn’t care. He deserves feeling like this… This helpless and useless, because that’s what he is. A fucking useless piece of shit. Not even good at his own job. What would Aizawa say? Dad would agree with Shinsou. He’s just a fucking nuisance. He has been for everybody since his very first day at UA.

The rumble of knocks on his office’s door makes him groan. He doesn’t move, whomever it is should know already that he’s not going to fucking answer the door.

“Shinsou, it’s me,” your muffled voice sounds and he curses Midoriya’s name. He knows it was him who sent you. He always did whenever Hitoshi traveled down to the most inner dark places of his own mind.

He can’t not open the door to you. You are and will always be the exception to any rule. You come before anything and everyone, even his own misery. But, he had drank so much he realizes now he can't move his legs as he tries to stand up from his chair behind his desk. His arms and legs feel like gum, uncontrollable and useless gum, and he doesn't have the strength to even throw the keys closer to the door so you can grab them from under it and get yourself in. He knows, he had tried it, just now. Unfortunately, he just knocked a decorative vessel that sat at the corner of his own desk. What a shame, you have gifted him that from one of your trip missions.

“Hitoshi, what was that? Please, please, let me in,” your begging voice is something that stir so many emotions inside him.

He likes to hear it when he’s on top of you, buried so deep inside you that you beg for him. More, fast, harder, deeper. He loves it, to drive you that insane that only him can give you what you need.

Now, it sounds so desperate and sad, he hates being the reason too behind that begging.

It doesn’t pass too much time until the door is forced open. He regrets having locked it when he looks up and you’re there, standing with all that worry and fear in your eyes as your chest pushes up and down in puffs of air that you inhale. Oh. You forced it on your own. He feels proud of you. You have grown so much. So strong and so dependable.

He remembers when he met you, a small thing of eighteen years old, filled with dreams and hopes, that had just joined Hero Deku’s agency, where he also worked too. You had also been his sidekick for a while, before everyone –Hitoshi included– recognized your strength and power and by your twenty one years old you already had sidekicks helping you on your missions.

He was so proud and mesmerized by the person and hero you have become, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help to feel things for you.

Your first kiss happened on your twenty-fifth birthday. Izuku had the idea to throw a surprise party after you came back from a mission in Osaka that day. Hitoshi would never forget the shine in your eyes when you entered the conference room, turned on the lights and everyone jumped yelling “happy birthday, Y/N!!” in greeting. You almost cried, and Hitoshi found that cute.

Shinsou was also known for liking his own space, so it didn’t take you long to finally find him at the balcony, alone and smoking his cigarette.

“You know, that thing kills you,” you closed the door of the balcony before walking and standing next to him.

He smiled, a genuine one, before saying, “Our work can kill us, did you know that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, softly pushing him with your shoulder, which made him laugh.

“Thanks for being here, Shinsou-san.”

“Ugh. Drop the honorifics already. Makes me feel old,” this time you laughed, and he took that as a queue to take out the little box he brought for you.

“What is this?” You asked receiving the little box.

“The villain’s teeth of my last fight,” you look up at him, not really amused and he snorts, “It’s your present, dumbass.”

“Couldn’t you just say that?” You protested, clearly exasperated by his jokes, which made him even fall for you more.

Hitoshi takes another drag of his cigarette as you open the box. It’s a necklace, not a very expensive one, with a pendant that has the form of a moon. To others, it might not mean shit, and maybe they would comment on how cheap the present looks. But to both of you, it had a significance. It signified all that time you spent together, patrolling and wandering the streets at night when you were his sidekick, given that both of your Quirks worked better at night.

You’re silent for a bit, and that silence worried him for a second. Then he saw the little droplets of your tears on the railing of the balcony where you are standing close to, and he sighed, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it to turn it off.

“You’re not supposed to cry, dummy,” his hands grabbed your face and he softly tilted your head back so he could look at your face better.

He saw the tears running down your cheeks, but your eyes looked genuinely happy. Fuck, you're gorgeous, inside out.

“It’s my birthday, I can do whatever I want,” you replied back, your beautiful dove eyes not leaving his.

“That you can.” He said almost in a whisper, his eyes darting down to your lips for a second. And when he looked back at your eyes, he saw the realization in them.

“I… Can I?” He saw your eyes do the same action he did before, and fuck, yes please.

“You can.”

You stood suddenly in your tiptoes and finally connected your lips together. One of his hands slid to the back of your head as the other went down and his arm surrounded your waist, pulling you against him even closer, lips firm against each other.

Shinsou had felt on cloud nine. He still does every time you kiss him. Every time he wakes up and sees you there laying next to him, all cutesy with your sleepy-puffy face and all. Every time you come back to him, even when he told you many times before that he isn't worth it.

He doesn’t deserve you. And you deserve so much better.

“Why did you lock the door?” Your voice sounds angry, but also worried.

Hitoshi looks down again to his desk where he finds the bottle of rum almost finished. Wow. How much time has passed since he got here? The dizziness and the constant burning in his throat doesn’t let him think straight, or do the maths. So he immediately disposed of that thought. He won’t be able to find the answer either way. But he can tell that, by your worried expression, it’s been long. I mean, the almost empty bottle in front of him says much too.

“Shinsou,” you call him again. And by his surname, which means you are angry too.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks in a murmur, his voice sounding so rough and deep he barely recognizes it like his own.

He then feels hands, small delicate hands, that hold his face and turn him to the side. They feel so soft, so sweet as the thumbs caress his cheeks that he closes his eyes, feeling that knot in his throat so tight is about to explode and make him bleed til he dies.

Hitoshi takes a faltering breath as he feels your forehead press against his.

“Let’s go home, love,” your gentle voice says and he feels like crying now.

But he nods and lets you help him up.

You’re his home. So he will go anywhere with you.

When Hitoshi wakes up the next day, he feels like a truck ran over him. Bones and all heavy, his head pulsing with pain that makes him want to vomit.

He remembers vaguely what happened. And he remembers you dragging his stupid and sorry-sad ass to the apartment. With Izuku. Midoriya helped you bring him home. How embarrassing.

Hitoshi finds the strength to sit on his bed, after seeing that your side of the bed is empty. That’s weird, but it doesn’t surprise him. It is just time you finally see the scum and worthless ass he is.

He rests his elbows on his knees, holding his head with his hands. It hurts, realizing that he lost you. Hurts more than anything. How fucking hypocrite of him. Yesterday, he was moping about the death of his team members, swearing that what he felt was pain. Nothing compares to what he’s feeling now.

The tears slide through his face before he has a chance to stop them.

He never deserved you. He doesn’t even deserve to be called a Hero.

He feels like a fucking loser.

“Hitoshi?”

Your voice makes him look up instantly. And in two long strides you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him, arms around his neck.

He immediately returns the hug. And cries. Like a fucking child.

But this is you, he can do this with you. He can be vulnerable with you.

“You stayed.” He cries, feeling like a wounded animal that needs help.

But somehow, he is. Wounded. In pain. And you’re his savior, what he needs to heal.

“I’m always going to be here, love. I choose you, and I will always do.”

The fingers of one of your hands slides in his hair as his whole body shakes in his cries.

“You have to stop doing this. Nothing that happened was your fault, and if you don’t believe yourself, believe me.” You back away from him just a bit so you can look into his eyes. “Believe me when I say that it was not your fault. And believe me when I say that it’s time you stop this behavior.” He knows you’re talking about his drinking habit from this past months.

“I choose you, but you have to choose me. Or… I don’t think I’m going to want to stay here to see you lose yourself. It hurts me too much, Hitoshi.”

That gets his attention completely.

No. He can't lose you. He won’t lose you. No. No. No.

You're the one crying now, and he’s the one that pulls you up so you straddle his waist and hold your face very close to his.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I won’t… I’ll be good, I’ll be better for you, I promise.” He chants like a prayer as he kisses every part of your face as he can.

You shake your head, “No. Be good for you, be better for you. Because you deserve it. You deserve to be happy, Hitoshi.”

He doesn’t believe it. Not yet anyway.

But he believes you. He loves you. And if to cherish you how you deserve means he has to believe he’s good, he will.

He will be good for you. And with time, for himself too.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

loverboy! hitoshi shinsou grips your chubby cheeks when he’s deep inside of you. your juicy lips smushed together drool down the side as he softly kisses them, telling you to pay attention to him, forcing your eyes to return from the back of your head. he loves watching the metaphorical hearts of your pupil take shape in the brown of your eyes, he groans so beautifully when they roll back again cuz how can you focus when he’s fuckin you soo good and deep??

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂���𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

all of the girls you’ve loved before

EDIT: just realized i fucked up one of the text messages, that migraine was ROUGH

the title kinda doesn’t fit the chapter but it kinda does but i’m so dehydrated and sleep deprived idk

anyways welcome to season two!! thank you all to the folks who have been around for a while-and if ur just now stopping in hello! i’m Ro and i write smaus and fanfiction! rn i’m writing a lot of mha bc brainriot but i pinky promise i’ll do some more fandoms once this series is over 🫶

pls enjoy i love u all💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 once again i’m asking for ideas for fics or just questions abt me!!! if you wanna know what fandoms i’m in or what ships/ x readers i’ll write and make smau’s over i can answer!!! just send me a note for my inbox and it’ll be answered!!

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- GUESS WHO FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD MORE PHOTOOOOOOOOS “prepare to be sick of me”

- y/n and bkg have been talking non STOP bro like texting calling all that shit, hitoshi is SICK of walking out into the living room or kitchen and seeing y/n on the phone with bkg (even tho she has to deal with him and kaminari but whatever)

- whenever bakugou doesn’t know how to respond to anything he SPRINTS to his friend group, it’s very amusing

- hitoshi and y/n are best friends and spend a lot of time together, thus they are slowly becoming the same person! including their set of questions they like to ask ppl bc it’s “fun”

- when momo is super busy her assistant sometimes reads her messages just in case there’s no emergency or anything and always giggles when it’s one of her friend’s having a meltdown (especially with the gc name, very entertaining to see ur boss be in a gc like that)

- bakugou also asked y/n a bunch of questions one night and that’s what lead to them ranking all the t.s albums (it ended in chaos)

- (bakugou listened to taylor swift after that call)

- hitoshi and shoto know literally everything abt each other, either as dirt or just out of love, no one knows

- (it’s out of love)

- mina and kirishima have been going on a lot of dates recently….who knows what will happen………

- i did random users guys 😁😁😁😁 how do we feel😁😁😁😁

- y/n sees said tweet and… goes a little silly if you will

- yeah toshi and kami are so gay even random strangers can tell bruh

-kami is a bit of an idiot for not just, texting, toshi but whatever we still love him

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[samandpotatochips]

Y/n: Come let's go to my room

Shinso: Why ?

Y/n: I wanna show you something

(Y/n 's room)

Shinso: It's just a bed

Y/n: (pushes Shinso on the bed then straps him down)

Shinso: What the-

Y/n : Now you have no choice but to sleep

[thepresentmic]

Allllrighty fic minions

While I'm writing the longer kiribaku x reader piece you're all hounding me for I need to do some little drabbles to keep the inspo flowing so here's what I'm proposing:

Send me; a character and a scenario or dialogue prompt and I'll write you a lil' something

I'm mostly doing MHA but also write for Genshin Impact, if you're into that 👀

[katsukistrustychurchshoos]

Fuck you. This made me cry fat ugly tears

The last MHA chapters were sad but inspiring, and so I wrote a thing…

WARNING: Spoilers for MHA chapter 362 under the cut!!

Keep reading

[sttm99]

Trigger warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, recreational drug use, very suggestive, slight voyeur and exhibitionism.

Characters: Bakugo and Shinsou x reader.

"Yo, we got space for an extra?" Sero pops his head into Bakugo's room, holding up his phone to his ear.

"For what?" Bakugo's hunched over his desk, trying to get in some last minutes reading done before he has to start getting ready.

"The car." Sero replies, speaking faster, growing slightly impatient. "Is there space for an extra person?" He asks again.

"S'long as it's not fucking deku or icyhot." The blonde spits out, brows furrowing as he shuts the book close and turns in his seat to face Sero. "Why are you asking? Who do you wanna bring?"

Sero speaks into the phone for a moment before answering. "Oh, just one of my friends. You don't know them."

Bakugo raises a brow.

Sero laughs, "She's cool. Don't worry about it." And best quickly leaving before Bakugo can say anything about it again.

He just rolls his eyes, grumbling about the door as he stands and heads to his wardrobe to start getting ready.

"Yeah, just make a right here," Sero directs from the passenger seat, eyes flitting between the Google Map opened on his phone and the row of houses outside.

"Which house is it?" Bakugo asks with narrowed eyes, looking out through the dashboard.

It was bad enough that he'd agreed to make a detour to pick up this Sero's friend. He wasn't in the mood to wait for her, too.

"Yeah, YN." Sero speaks into his phone, still squinting and looking outside as Bakugo drives slowly through the neighbourhood. "Yeah, we're here. Come out. It's a black Ford."

Uraraka leans forward from the backseat. "It's YN?"

Sero turns back to look at her. "You know her?"

Tsuyu speaks. "She's Mina's friend. Apparently, she went to school with her and Kiri."

Sero nods, "Yeah, I met her through Eijiro."

Bakugo rolls his eyes and groans. "Well where the fuck is she?"

But before he can pop a fuse, Sero taps his shoulder and directs him to a house just a few ways down, a figure just opening the door.

"Yeah, that's her."

"Finally," Bakugo rolls his eyes and groans, driving forward.

"Shut up, dude, you didn't even wait three minutes."

Bakugo catches sight of you as you approach the car through his side, and he decides that you're sexy. Glossy hair and giggly features and your cleavage practically glowing in the streetlight.

He quickly unlocks the door, and you open it, Uraraka shifting to the other door as you slide in next to Tsuyu.

Sero's turning in his seat to grin at you. "You look good." He praises.

Bakugo watches you through the rearview mirror.

"As always," you tease back before turning to the girls next to you. "Hi," you greet out enthusiastically. "I'm YN. Thank you, really, for the ride."

Uraraka grins, "It's nice to meet you. I'm O-"

"Oh, I know you two." You laugh softly. "Mina posts you guys a lot. You're on her story like every other week." You lean forward in the seat to look at Bakugo. "Hi. Thanks for the ride."

He nods once. "Yeah, sure. No problem." He mumbles as he changes gears and begins driving out of your neighbourhood.

"You didn't throw a tantrum," Sero laughs, nudging Bakugo's shoulder before turning back to you. "That means you're sexy." He tells you.

You roll your eyes and settle back in the seat. Then you perk up. "Oh, right, I forgot." You say as you reach into your bag. "I got this for you. You know Monoma always buys the worst drinks." You snort and pass a can of some drink to Sero.

"Oh, sweet!" He says with a wide grin as he immediately opens it up and begins chugging it down. Then he's wiping the excess off his mouth. "You're always on point with the alcohol." He teases.

You laugh, bringing out a can for yourself and flicking it open. "Can't do anything other than drink, so..." you shrug.

Bakugo raises a brow at you. "No weed?"

You shake your head as you take a few sips of your drink, then offer to Tsuyu and Uraraka. The latter takes it. "No weed. It's just never been my thing."

He hums. And you all fall into silence as he drives.

The number of UA students you're friends with is surprising. Bakugo watches as you drift around the place, sharing a shot with someone and greeting another.

It's even crazier when he ends up with you and some others in a locked room on the first floor, away from the loud music and too drunk party goers.

He's sat by the desk at the edge of the room, Sero atop the table next to him, laughing and grinning as you all engage in some stupid drinking game.

You're on the bed, your body hanging lazily over Setsuna next to you. The girl in question I'd practically a goner, eyes drooping shut and checks deeply flushed from all the alcohol she'd taken.

And then there's Shinsou at the edge of the bed, fiddling with the lighter at the end of his blunt, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Okay, so..." Sero says, leaning his elbows on his knees as a sly grin takes over his features. "Games aside, YN. Time for you to do your thing."

You chuckle. Bakugo raises his brow.

"That's right," Shinsou perks up, turning to face you with a grin and his rolled up blunt balanced on his lips. "I've heard about you."

It has you grinning and coyly batting your lashes at him. "Aww. I feel famous now."

"Your thing?" Bakugo asks, sitting up in his chair as he looks at you closely.

Setsuna giggles, slowly slumping unto the bed, "Her quirk. They love it."

Sero snorts as he hops off the table. "And I've not had it in a while."

Shinsou sits forward, putting Setsuna's legs on his thighs as he gets closer to you. "Mhmm... I've not had it at all."

But Bakugo's still furrowing his brows, feeling out-of-the-loop, being the only one that doesn't know what this quirk of yours is.

And you notice his confusion, and lean back on the bed now that Setsuna is practically passed out, your head at the edge of the frame as you stare up at him upside down. "It's a sense manipulation quirk," you drawl out, your words slurred from the alcohol. "I can enhance or reduce your sense of everything."

Bakugo hums as he finds himself staring, and it has goosebumps rising on your arms and a familiar tingling feeling pooling at the bottom of your belly. You lick at your drying lips as you stare back at him.

"Sero likes getting off with it." You giggle as you sit back up, feeling yourself getting dizzy from the blood flow to your head. But as soon as you're seated upright, you're turning to face Bakugo. "Wanna see?"

"Hey, no fair," Sero pouts as he sits next to you, palm on your chin, softly turning your head to face him instead. "I asked first."

"And I did second." Shinsou says, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

But you roll your eyes at them, playfully swatting Shinsou's hand away from your leg with a giggle. "I wanna do Bakugo first, and you can go second. He needs to let loose more than you two," you look back at Bakugo invitingly.

"Alright. Let's see this sense quirk." He mumbles as he stands from the chair, walking over to you.

You giggle, making space for Bakugo to sit in front of you.

"Okay, so relax, yeah?" You whisper as you rise to your knees, putting them on either side of Bakugo's hips as he sits at the edge of the bed. "Everything's gonna feel far."

He hums, nods once, and then rolls his shoulders, leaning back into your chest. You look down at him, almost forgetting Sero and Shinsou right next to you. You're too focused on Bakugo, his resting mean face, the slight weight of him as he rests his back against you.

You let your palms snake up his arms to his shoulders, not to intensify the effects of your quirk but because you'd wanted to touch his biceps since you'd gotten into the car.

You close your eyes and breathe out softly, causing a shiver to run down his spine before you press the tips of his fingers to his pulse points and you hum.

And you're right, Bakugo thinks, everything suddenly feels so far....

His eyes are open, but it feels like he's dreaming, sounds are muffled, he can't smell much. His tongue like lead in his mouth and it feels like he's drowning.

It feels so good.

Like some high he's never reached before. He leans back even more against you, eyes half lidded and lips parted as he tries to look around.

"Fuckin' mental."

"I swear he's gonna bust a nut."

"Will you two shut the fuck up?"

Your voices are muffled, like there's cotton in his ears, and all he can do is feel.

He can still feel your hands on his neck.

He can feel as they dip forward into his shirt from above.

He can feel the heat of your breath on his neck as you lean closer and the press of your breasts on his back.

"I can choose which senses to increase or decrease," he hears you whisper. But it's so muffled, so unclear.

Bakugo doesn't even hear when his breath becomes shallow as your hands keep running over his chest. He doesn't realise he's softly groaning at your touch.

"Fuucck-" He growls low, letting his head fall back unto your shoulder. Your fingers are running over his nipples know.

You're giggling softly behind him as one of your hands begins snaking up to his jaw.

"What confuses me though is the tongue sometimes," You're purring in his eat and he can feel his cock beginning to harden and twitch.

"I'm diminishing your taste, but increasing your touch. So..." Your index and your middle fingers are on his lips, pushing past his mouth and pressing flat against his tongue.

"You should feel this even more, shouldn't you?"

He wants to respond, to tell you 'yes'. He can feel the press of your fingers, can feel it so intensely, your other hand that's travelling down his stomach, he can feel that too, he can feel you thumbing at his V-line.

He groans around your fingers, hoarse and guttural, before he's gathering all the strength he has to raise a hand to your wrist, letting his tongue circle your fingers once before he's pulling them out of his mouth and turning his neck to you so he can harshly press his lips to your own.

And just as he expected, it's enhanced. Your mouth on his has him groaning, his dick spurring up. It's even hotter once you begin to reciprocate, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you kiss him.

He can feel a dip in the bed, one of the boys inching closer to see more. It's Shinsou, uncharacteristically eager, his blunt discarded somewhere as he leans forward to get a better look at you.

Bakugo thinks you lose control of your quirk for a moment because everything hits him suddenly; the smell of your perfume, the sound of your moaning, everything. It hits him like a truck, and he flinches harshly, pulling away from you.

And as his lips are no longer on yours, Shinsou's replacing him, the purple haired boy's hands are on your waist, his mouth practically devouring yours as you groan and mewl into his mouth.

You giggle softly as you pull away slowly, turning to look at Bakugo, "Oops," you shrug with a smirk, your hands playing with the hem of Shinsou's shirt. "Should have warned you about that."

Shinsou laughs too, "You look fucking wrecked." He murmurs out to Bakugo, his palms rubbing at your lower stomach under your shirt.

And Bakugo's sure he does. His cheeks are hot, pupils blown, and he can feel your saliva on his lips. That kiss he had with you, your fingers all over his body, in his mouth-

Fuck.

"You're sweet, too." You mumble as you suck on your fingers, the ones that had just been in his mouth. Your eyes never leave him, and he watches you suckle your fingers gently.

But then Shinsou's bringing his lips to your neck. "Hey. It's my turn, right, pretty girl?" He whispers into your ear, his voice soft and low, large hands rubbing up your arms, coming to cup your breasts gently.

You grin, "Hmmm, come here." You whisper to him, arching your back and pressing forward into his touch.

It fuels a soft jealousy in Bakugo, watching Shinsou's hands rub up your body softly.

"Freaks," Sero snorts under his breath as he watches the three of you.

But you roll your eyes. "Just admit you're jealous, Hanta."

He scoffs as he stands. "Well, obviously. I thought I was gonna get fucked here." He hums as he makes to the desk, taking a seat. "Though I guess I don't mind watching."

"Oh?" You grin at him. "Didn't think you were into that."

Sero laughs lowly, shaking his head and manspreading back on the chair, showing off the forming tent in his trousers, "Well? Shinsou's getting impatient, and Bakugo's jealous. It's a whole show at this point."

Bakugo grunts. "I'm not fucking jealous."

Shinsou replies this time. "Sure you're not." He says sarcastically, burying his lips into your neck, his hands going under your shirt. "Though I don't get why. 'M not stopping you from touching her too, am I?"

Bakugo looks at you getting groped and kissed by his classmate, his eyes roaming your body before coming up to your face, looking at you expectantly.

You giggle softly, stretching an arm out to him. "Come on. Let's teach you to share."

[miumura]

LOVE ERROR ! — SUNOO SMAU

(-♡-) synopsis : known as the owner of running a popular confession account, sunoo has gotten plenty of people together. monthly, love news holds an event where anonymous people gets a chance to confess. of course, sunoo is just doing his job — starting relationships. but what he didn’t expect was someone dming him on twitter asking if he was the one behind a confession … who knew a small error can cause him to think about his love life for once?

✰ — “cupid” realizes he should also try to help himself find love too.

trending?! — stranger!sunoo x fem!reader ෆ

— 𖦹 bzzt! social media au, strangers to lovers, slowburn (kinda), high school au, fluff, crack, tba..

(🎧) warnings — cursing, both sunoo and reader will be frustrating, sort of trust issues, use of kys + kms jokes, friends “bully” each other, tba..

NOTE : this is all FICTION! this has nothing to do with any idols irl! + reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated so i can improve later on 🤍

mentions ! enhypen, sunwoo from the boyz, gyuvin from zb1, j from stayc, seonghwa from ateez, hanni from newjeans, brief mentions of other characters (more might be added).

♫ words from soph — can you tell i miss love news </3 anyways, i wanted to make a smau from that universe!! so, why not make a smau about the owner of love news, the matchmaker? + also, other members coming soon? (as you can see right the bottom …) so i hope you’ll have fun reading this one just like how you guys enjoyed love news 🫶

STATUS — June 4th 2023 to August 22nd 2023 !

LOVED LOVE ERROR? CHECK OUT LOVE BOMB, THE THIRD SMAU! (coming soon ??)

(🍥) — profiles : the gaslighters (yn) | the cupids (sunoo) | the helpers (love news people)

and the confessions begin … (chapters)

#001 — cupid can hate couples too.

#002 — yucky month!!

#003 — all over the place

#004 — giving a shot

#005 — piecing the puzzle together

#006 — FALSELY ACCUSED.

#007 — aligned fate

#008 — hiding behind the screen

#009 — sorry that was Tyler

#010 — ur hubby wubby 😊?

#011 — wtf is PDOA

#012 — setting u guys up (for failure)

#013 — Eat up the Concrete I guess!

#014 — what if i cried

#015 — DO IT FOR LOVE

#016 — not so original plan

#017 — wait….WAIT….

#018 — couple goals! ( + written )

#019 — a “friendly” date

#020 — bros beefing w an anon

#021 — NOT VIRGINS?

#022 — cupid is puzzled

#023 — like for real for real

#024 — JAY BIGGEST SUNYN FAN

#025 — mr & mrs cupid

bonuses (special chapters)

strawberry anon reveal | surprise 🤗

ENHA PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @ixomiyu @yenavrse @shinsou-rii @luveuly @ilovewonyo @yenqa @dimplewonie @bubblytaetae @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @starcubes @starikizs @wonioml @chirokookie @xiaoderrrr @neozon3nha @en-chantedtomeetyou @millksea @enhaz1 @eundiarys @zuyairus @ja4hyvn @judeduartewannabe @j-wyoung @thia-aep @vampcharxter @softpia @officiallyjaehyuns @itsactuallylina @hsheart @sweetjaemss @ahnneyong @hanienie @jwnghyuns @kpoplover718 @jiawji @rikizm @haknom @yeokii

(🎧) APPLICATIONS CLOSED ! — (TAGLIST)

- ask, dm, or comment to be tagged for love error !

@stariszn @astrae4 @tnyhees @y7n2394-ze @beomsitez @viyqe @flwrshee @starz4hyunz @valentineluvr @wonsc4tz @txtmetonight @bekiss-world @elysianeclipxe @shinunoga-iie-wa

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𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌. (𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿-𝗂𝗌𝗁)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗐𝖺, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

"hello kitty~." shinso hugged you wrapping his arms around your shoulders, smushing his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of whatever you put in it this morning.

   today he wanted you to sit in on him training with his mentor that he always talks about. and you were happy about it cause, he's finally training to become a hero, something's he had his mind set on for quite a while.

   sitting on a cement bench in Gym Gamma provided by cementoss, shinsou pulled you onto his lap and placed his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumb against your smooth brown skin.

   "don't get me wrong kitty I love the outfit but what's with all this?" his monotone voice questioned. you were in a cotton candy two piece.

   "well toshi , I thought it was cute and I brought it a little while ago and never got the chance to wear it soo I thought duh why not wear it today." your hands trailing up the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as your arms rested on his shoulders.

   palms skimmed down your hips as he gripped the flesh of your thighs. he hummed. "we'll talk about this outfit later, I hear someone coming down the hall." you got off his lap and sat on the bench.

   a man dressed in what looked like a black onesie pajama with a grayish scarf came into the gym. he looked lean with a little bit of muscle, he walked with a slight limp as his hair partially covered his face.

   "who's this shinso?" the vaguely familiar man questioned, his voice almost reaching the gates of hell. you had to stop yourself from physically gawking.

   you stood up and held out your hand to shake his. "hi I'm y/n and you must be the mentor shinso talks about. you look so young." He firmly took ahold of your hand, shaking it.

   your eyes were focused on the grip of his hand til his deep voice caught you off guard. "My name is shouta aizawa, pro hero Eraserhead and I teach the hero course." your face lit up as you looked at him, taking in the height difference.

   he was a little taller than shinso. "I thought you looked familiar, you're my favorite pro hero even though you mostly work underground. your scar is so badass." you fangirled

   he was getting flustered, not a lot of people knew about him or praised him like that. "Gee thanks kid." he patted the top of your head with a faint blush, making your face heat up as you sputtered out 'no problem.'

   shinso felt weird about his teacher touching you. "I'm ready." you walked back to the bench watching them work on hand-to-hand combat. "Alright just basic combat no quirks, til either one of us taps." shinso nodded as you got ready to sit at the edge of your seat

   they were agile and quick, sending punch after punch to each other's faces and guts, kicking shins and chins til one of them could get a pin down. you winced for shinso as aizawa got a clean punch to his jaw, sending him back by at least a yard making him land with a thud.

   "can you move?" aizawa shouted, still on defense in case it was a trick. shinso sat up rubbing his now red jaw. "I'm tapping." Walking over you and aizawa helped him into his feet. "Well done, practice is over we'll continue in two days. Go to recovery girl's office and get patched up. See you kids later."

                                   ・❥・

   shinso stands in between your legs as your sat on the hospital bed holding an ice pack provided by a nurse against his jaw as he winces from the cold. "You did so good my pretty hero, but guess what-"

   you paused watching him raise his eyebrows in response waiting for you to continue. "You got knocked the fuck out." you cackled throwing your head back snorting a little, making him tsk and roll his eyes as he patiently stared at you, waiting for you to finish til you were just gasping for air.

   "you done now y/n? I just felt a little off today, the way you were kinda fawning over my teacher... I never heard of him being your favorite hero." he scoffed looking off to the side.

   "Is this jealousy~ I'm hearing-" "for real y/n?" "Everyone has a favorite hero and I never thought I would actually ever see him, or that I would even be connected to the hero scene but you're the best, my all time favorite pretty hero. That's why I only talk about you."

   his face reddened as he looked your way. dropping the pack holding his face gently you placed a soft kiss on his lips. you jumped down from the bed somewhat pushing him back walking towards the exit. "Let's go get some ice cream this outfit ain't finna go to waste."

   hitoshi watched your hips sway as you walked away, running to catch up to you. he rested his hand on the small of your back barely hovering over your ass. "yea let's not waste it." he smirked as you both walked out.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

You slam your phone down, annoyed at your friends persistence. Normally you’d be enjoying Shoto and Hitoshi’s bickering, it would even take your mind off your problems, but instead you’re being expected to act like an adult. How unfair was that?

“Are you okay y/n?”

The voice of Bakugou’s Agent quickly brought you back to reality. You had decided to have your break in the studio, wanting to have some peace and quiet before having to deal with Bakugou’s weird passive aggression.

You ran a hand down your face, rubbing your tired eyes gently. You didn’t want to make a scene, nor want to worry anyone. Today was the last day of the shoot, it was already a huge success. Multiple magazines and companies lined up waiting to buy and order these prints, and your résumé was forwarded to a lot of companies. This was a dream come true for you, you’ve worked your ass off for opportunities like this. If this was such a big success, why did you feel like shit? Why was your accomplishment being overshadowed by a…guy?

“Yeah, just a little tired.”

You let out a sigh, feeling your chest get tight.

Allison had slowly become a friend of yours. You had found yourself texting her causally and even made plans to go to lunch this weekend in order to celebrate the success of this shoot.

She sat down in the chair next to you, staring at the empty set in front of you.

Being able to direct and shoot was exhilarating. People turned to you for help, for guidance. It made you feel like all those shit jobs being disrespected and abused were all worth it. You were finally able to realize that you had made it, and things were going to finally start changing. For the better.

“I just have to say, it’s been an absolute pleasure to work with you.”

She wasn’t looking your way when you turned to face her, taking a moment to examine her face. She looked calm, and content. Allison finally faced you, now making eye contact.

“Yeah, it’s been great. I’m lucky to have had such an amazing experience after my break.”

She smiled at you, and you broke eye contact in order to take in the studio one last time. It was almost three, which meant you only had three more hours until this project was over. You could retire the binder you made, and the many slideshows and docs were going to be soon long forgotten in your computer.

“So why do you look so depressed?”

Her words were serious, but a part of you felt as if she knew the answer to that. Anyone who knew both you and Bakugou had to see that there was tension between the two of you, the chemistry that was once there now long gone.

You sighed, finding yourself in a mix of emotions. You were annoyed, but not at your friends, but at yourself. Maybe they were right? Maybe the brash and confident blond was falling for you.

“I think-no. No, I know Bakugou is upset with me right now. I said something that I didn’t think would affect him, but I was mistaken.”

It felt good to get that off your chest, finally being self aware and conscious of the problem in front of you, so you continued.

“I know if I leave the job without trying to talk it out with him I’ll regret it and hate myself for it. I just-God! Why is it so hard to be an adult?”

You were now face first into your hands, Allison’s hand quickly making its way to rub gentle circles on your back. You knew you sounded childish and immature, but it was truly what you felt like.

“Katsuki has always been a bit of a hassle to communicate too, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t kind hearted. He can be petty and a little immature, but when he cares about something and wants that something, he does everything he can in order to get it. He will listen to you, and he will talk it out with you. Bakugou Katsuki is many things, but he’s not a quitter.”

The air felt still when Allison was done speaking. It seemed as if all the noises and hustling ceased to exist. Your mind was scattered with thoughts and ideas, and you finally sat up. You looked at Allison, hoping that the look you gave her was words enough, for you couldn’t find anything to say back.

However, you were surprised to see the staff come in earlier than when the break ended. Everyone settled in and you gave Allison one last smile. She smiled in return, and jumped to her feet. She held out her hand to you, and you took it. With your hand in hers, she took the opportunity to pull you into a bear hug, making you laugh in surprise. She gave you one last squeeze before letting you go. You watched Bakugou out of the corner of your eye, watching the makeup artist fix up his black eye makeup. Allison gave you a quick wink before running off to the blond, filling him in for the rest of the day.

Okay. You got this, it wasn’t going to be easy, but you got this.

The clean up for today went a lot smoother today.

You’ve been able to pick up a good rhythm with the people you’ve been working with for almost a month now. There was music playing, hugs and numbers being exchanged, and plenty of inside jokes being recited. You honestly don’t remember the last time you had this much fun in a work environment, it was magical.

You sat on the floor after everything was cleaned up. Next to you was your equipment, and you allowed yourself to really think of everything, especially Bakugou.

You scan the room to find him, pleasantly surprised to see him leaned against a wall staring at you. When the two of you made eye contact he was the first to break away. He was walking out of the studio in an instant, and without thinking, you jumped up grabbing your supplies and chased him.

You felt like a literal maniac chasing this man to the door. He had made it pretty far considering you had to gather your supplies and make quick goodbyes to your coworkers. Sure, it may have come off as rude, but with Allison there she was able to get you out of there in order to catch Bakugou before he left.

“Yo! Pretty boy!”

You started to pick up your pace after opening the door to leave the building. The model wasn’t very far, but you knew you needed to get his attention in order to stop him from getting farther.

Bakugou jolted, obviously hearing you but not very sure it was you he wanted.

You smiled, and continued.

“Yes you Bakugou,” you couldn’t help it as a laugh emitted from your lips. Bakugou turned around as soon as name was spoken, his face disturbingly neutral.

He stopped, which you were over the moon grateful for. You honestly didn’t know what you would have if he didn’t stop and allow you to talk to him.

Probably throw your shoe at him.

He stood patiently with his hands in his expensive pants as you jogged in his direction some more. God were you grateful Izuku got you going to the gym with him. It would have been painfully embarrassing for you to be panting like a dog by the time you caught up with the very obviously in-shape man.

“You didn’t even say goodbye.”

The two of you stood in front of the community garden. It was blooming with so many vibrant flowers, different blues, pinks, reds, and greens. The sky was still light, cloud littering your world. It felt all too much like a scene in movie, especially the way he was looking at you.

You could understand why everyone thought you liked you romantically. He looked at you with such passion in his eyes, like he put all of his thoughts aside in order to focus on you. The lowering sunlight hit his eyes just right, they lit up in such an unfamiliar way and you couldn’t help but wish you could look at him in this lighting more often. He had changed back into a hoodie and sweatpants, and yet he still looked like he deserved to be in an art museum, every piece of him was perfect. You honestly had to fight the urge to whip out your camera right then and there in order to capture this perfect moment.

“They all said goodbye to me when we were in the break room. You just weren’t there.”

You knew the words were supposed to be passive aggressive, but all you could think about was the fact that he noticed you weren’t there.

Suddenly you felt your heartbeat quicken, feeling like a child back in high school when talking to their crush.

Shit.

Bakugou observed you, shifting back and forth on his feet. You were annoyed at how good he was at hiding his emotions. Meanwhile you were certain he could read you like a damn book, being able to read your emotions just by looking at your posture.

You honestly didn’t know what to say to him, or how to start this conversation. He probably has places to be, maybe another job, or just wants to get home. You need to be clear and to the point, thoughtful and sound smart. Don’t just blurt something out because of the awkward tension-

“You’re avoiding me because of what I said.”

…Or you could just say that.

Immediately you flinched at the stupidity of your words as Bakugou also physically reacted. He too was definitely shocked at your boldness and you couldn’t say you blamed him. He quickly recovered though, but he broke eye contact giving you a breathtaking view of his jawline.

“I guess.”

Fuck. You didn’t know what else to say. He was now avoiding eye contact, which was something that he had never really done with you. You felt that anticipation rise up from your stomach and into your throat. You couldn’t keep standing here in silence, you needed to talk to him.

No. You needed to apologize to him.

“Look Bakugou I’m so sorry-“

“You have nothing to be sorry for y/n.”

Your mouth clamped shut in an instant. His red eyes were looking back into your eyes. You didn’t realize how much you missed the eye contact until it was back, and it almost knocked the breath out of you.

Bakugou must have noticed how abrupt his words were, so he closed his eyes momentarily then cleared his throat.

“I’ve never been in a…situation like this before.”

The wind started to pick up, adding to how beautiful he looked. There was an adorable blush that painted his cheeks, but he stood tall. Unfortunately you couldn’t really say the same for yourself. You were still hunched over squeezing your bag which contained the camera you had to fight every cell in your body in order not to pull out and snap a picture of the God of a man standing in front of you.

“I should have talked to you sooner, I know. I was acting like a dumbass and when I realized, I guess I felt like a text wasn’t enough. I tried to summon up the courage to talk to you but I think I was just…”

His head dropped, and that confidence you knew him so well of having had vanished.

Hesitantly, you took a step forward, being careful to place your bag down before doing so. With your left hand, you slowly and gently cupped his right hand. Bakugou’s head whipped up, eyes full of uncertainty and anxiety.

“This is quit an unique situation we got ourselves into, Bakugou. Words are hard, but, I really care about you and I want you in my life.”

Suddenly feeling confident, you took another step further. Bakugou didn’t move away, in fact you saw his shoulders relax and felt his hand get closer to yours.

“Katsuki is my name.”

His voice was soft, but stern. In fact, he said it so bluntly, it caught you completely off guard. That was truthfully the last thing you thought he would respond with. You slowly recovered, watching how Katsuki’s confidence returned to him. Despite that, his eyes were softer than before, more trusting, which made you understand his comment more.

“I forgive you, and I’m sorry Katsuki. I never meant to hurt you.”

That’s when it happened, Bakugou Katsuki pulled you into a hug.

He was warmer than you expected, and the hoodie he was wearing was much softer than it looked. His arms were now wrapped around your shoulders, but you were more hesitant to cuddle into him. He delicately set his head down on your shoulder, and that’s when you decided to sink into his touch, completely nuzzling your head into his neck.

This was crazy. This was crazy, wasn’t it? You were fully hugging Bakugou Katsuki. After the first day of shooting you took the liberty of looking him up and read up about him as well as stalking looking into his social media. The only words you could find to describe him was a cold hearted bitch. Now? You were cuddling with him. In public.

What the fuck was your life.

He was the one to pull away first. You were a little lost in your swarming thoughts so you really didn’t know how long you were standing there. That beautiful blush was still very apparent on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but give him a teasing smile.

“You’ve been hanging around Allison too much.”

You bent over to get your bags, so you didn’t have the pleasure of watching his face morph at your comment.

“Tch, tell me about it.”

You laughed, butterflies dancing around in your stomach. You didn’t want to think about how much you enjoyed that, how much you wanted to stay in his arms forever. You didn’t want to dwell on the fact that the more you think about him, the more you start to remember how soft his lips were during that drunken kiss. But you certainly didn’t want to think about how mature he is. How kind, funny, and talented Katsuki is. He is a literal dream, and you didn’t want to think too hard about how damn happy he made you.

“Walk me to my car?”

Katsuki smiled at you, a beautiful, real, genuine smile.

“I guess.”

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

if this was a movie

(i’m gonna pretend like i didn’t post this literal SECONDS before the day is over)

this was so dramatic oh my LAWRD HAHAHA

i was living writing this (not rlly) and i bet y’all thought there would be a kiss HA (soon my loves, soon)

also i don’t wanna sound like a bitch but it’s pride month so i can say whatever i want-why the hell are my notes going down like with every post ESPECIALLY with my last post when tumblr marked it mature??? you best believe i sent a stingy ass note on they ass bc mama i am NOT gonna let that slide

anyways i love u guys thank u for all the love and support, i wanna post more stuff other than just bkg so PPPLLEEEAASREEE give me requests or even ask me questions!!! since i can’t reply to comments i wanna talk to u guys more so hit me up!! i promise i’m not an actual bitch (kinda)

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- i miss doing fun facts :(

- Allison is a sweetie pie and i kinda wanna do like a little thingy of how i picture her so you guys can picture her as well

- zu was like seconds away from texting bkg being like “u whore i want u to listen to y/n and get ur shit together”

- speaking of: they still text a lot like keeping each other updated on their lives bc I SAID SO

- y/n and bkg sat in his car for like 20-30 minutes just talking and i’m sobbing now bc i’m SO FUCKING SINGLE HESUS

- literally felt sick to my stomach while writing the hug scene hello???

- bkg is so sassy i love him

- kaminari and hitoshi were talking abt someone from high school getting married and toshi got distracted and forgor to reply LMFAO (he’s just like me fr)

- zu ALWAYS texts y/n when they post smth sus on their priv twitter

- the original title for this episode was illicit affairs but then i wrote the line “it felt like a movie” or sum shit and a light bulb popped up

- also the way i’m ADDICTED to the little strikethru and that indented shit like UGH live, werk

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[pandenewie]

Dress Coded Masterlist

SYNOPSIS:

Dress codes are dumb. And everyone in school agrees. So why is the dear student council president Yang Jungwon so insistent on upholding such a stupid rule? And why is Y/n so insistent on changing his mind?

OR

Y/n finds a new way to break the dress code each day, purely to spite the student council president and make him change the stupid rule. But what started as a simple act of rebellion soon takes a turn as more is found out about the goody-two-shoes president. 

PAIRING: jungwon x gn!reader

GENRE: nonidol!au, highschool!au, socialmedia!au, sorta fake dating (you'll see), mild enemies to lovers, fluff, suggestive, angst (light), cursing, attempted humour. Ft. Enhypen Ni-ki + Jay + Jake, P1Harmony Soul + Jongseob, Kep1er Bahiyyih + Hikaru (+ Youngeun mention), Le Sserafim Eunchae, IVE Wonyoung, ZB1 Ricky, Seventeen Wonwoo

**any pictures used of "yn" are for outfit descriptions only and do not represent yn's gender/race/physical appearance in any way :))**

STARTED: 08/04/23

FINISHED: 02/10/23

STATUS: completed

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Sk8ter Bois | H2hoes

CHAPTERS:

00 - The Dress Code | 0.3k words

01 - White Privilege

02 - Pu$$y Gang

03 - A Little Manipulation

04 - Manifesting

05 - when bae gets you in trouble | 1.9k words

06 - Shota's Minecraft Girlfriend

07 - It's my turn to use the braincell

08 - It's Giving Control Freak | 1.7k words

09 - Enemies 👹 to Enemies 😊

10 - Damage Control

11 - I have the mind of a mastermind

12 - Potato Chips | 1.8k words

13 - DRUGS?? 😱😱

14 - Real Men Clean Bathrooms | 2.4k words

15 - Dr Dilf

16 - L + Ratio + Y/n will never love you

17 - Stuco Rizz | 2.1k words

18 - From homies to nomies

19 - De-yassified

20 - Mama I'm in love with a criminal | 1.6k words

21 - Prison Wife Era

22 - Family Vacation | 2.9k words

23 - Please No Feelings | 2.5k words

24 - Trauma Bonded ❤ | 1.9k words

25 - BREAK HIS HEART ❗❗

26 - This wasn't part of the plan | 1.9k words

27 - Gold Star

28 - Good Boy Gone Bad ❌ Good Boy Gone Sad ✔

29 - If it isn't the consequences of my own actions

30 - No More Hobocore

31 - Somebody that you used to know | 1.2k words

32 - Jongseob Marriage Counsellor

33 - Cute, platonically

34 - Where we went wrong | 3.2k words

35 - Ronald McDonald if he slayed

36 - No More Mr Nice Guy

37 - It's Giving Grease | 3.0k words

38 - The Updated Dress Code | 0.5k words

39 - Do-over Date | 2.6k words

FINALE - #savejungwonfromyn

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[ms0milk]

𝟏𝟗 | 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"He quiets you with the sound and your smile falls. You are captain of the guard all dressed in red, training squires on spring mornings. He is the king who rises at dawn to watch you."

cw suggestive, kissing among other things, tooth tongue saliva, fingers and lips, manhandling, grinding, disregarded injuries, an audience if you squint. a beleaguered team regroups in the castle underbelly and someone is a flight risk. yn is thrilled and itching to fight but her prince can't focus. he can't let her go 5.2k

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Autumn in Takoba is hell everywhere else and even with the first ticklings of sunrise, the cold is immeasurable. Like the queen made a deal with grief and now her country becomes her heart. You wake first, tucked and folded into the space between your prince’s chest and the wall.

Your comfort is found between groggy thoughts, in the rough blanket someone has wrapped you up with, and in Bakugou’s arm that falls over your waist to keep that warmth inside of it. He’s dreaming, muttering something into the back of your head. He smells like home. Even unconscious, his bicep strains through the effort of holding something gently.

The night returns to you in pieces under the pathetic white light of a candle sconce. Something nearby reeks of the sea. A single roll of your shoulder confirms the bandages there, crusted in stiff blood and still too sore to stifle a wince because you were something not quite war fodder. A golden hand flexes broad across your stomach when you fidget in the dark. You were a guest at the queen’s ball, you were target practice, you killed Takobans. You underestimated your bloodloss. You are falling through the air into Bakugou’s arms again, dancing, glowing, bleeding, clingy. The king embraces his undead son. The mage. You fly up to sitting so quickly the world cannot react to you.

Bakugou is curled around the space you left in the dark, bloody and spattered with ash. His own blanket is pulled up over his jaw to ward off the chill and behind him is Mina, cheek flush to his back. Blood crusts down her temple in a path from her hair.

Sweat has soaked into the two places the prince held you most closely and chills now in the free air, heat and damp from his breath at the nape of your neck and down the small of your back where his hips cradled yours all bundled in good-enough blankets. The sweat is welcomed, it is ammunition, it is warm, it’s proof of your still beating heart. Don’t need a fucking babysitter. Cover yourself. Quit starin’. Don’t call me that. Eyes! You are mine. His eyebrows flex and knit in the seconds before he wakes up, but he is safe and he is exhaustingly whole.

It stinks like ocean foam because this hallway where you shelter is in the bowels of the castle, deep in its belly, tucked under the kitchens where your prince hid from you for weeks. Damp stone, fire in the air, the memory of this hallway from over the prince’s shoulder. Of stepping through the only red door here and returning to Aldera.

“Y/n?” A voice floats in whispers through the dark and down the hallway from the dim light of another candle.

“Who's there?”

There’s no response, no time, before one golden hand is flat across your chest and your prince raises his other to the sound, bristling with sparks. Bakugou startles from sleep and pushes you behind him. Mina groans, rubbing the back of her head.

In the dark, damp, and cold, he is made of starlight. When your prince exhales, the frost from him is tinged with tiny sparks.

“Calm down, Sleeping Beauty.”

You realize as the prince does that the voice is Shinsou’s and in the momentary relief Bakugou swings on you. Even before the Takoban guard can emerge from the dark he turns, hands snapped around both your wrists, apprehending his criminal. Red eyes, breath of smoke and a growl, the boy who laughs when he dances is back at home and you are left with the prince who hates your company.

“You.”

A defiant breath falls from you but you don’t dare voice it. No longer hidden in sleep, his still-beautiful face is marred at the jaw, a red burn in the lopsided shape of a hand. You would take his cheeks up in your fingers if he weren’t holding you steadfast. You would take the head of the man who hurt him. Your prince tightens his grip. He is staring strong enough to brand his fury on the backs of your eyes and without his chest, without your blankets, the chill creeps in like a tide. 

“Selfish fucking–”

“You're injured,” you try to dip closer in inspection but Bakugou riots.

In the ballroom he clung to you, in the shadows he invited you close, in this hallway he is the sun of your orbit. He is fire. Your prince jerks a hand over your bandaged heart without much mind to your company and seethes, “You are reckless.”

“I am exceptional,” you breathe without thinking. He is the brightest, angriest thing in the sky. He is arora and you’re a girl in golden fields, staring. His fingers warm your breast where dragontooth used to perch. Does he not get it? “I will die for you.”

Too much and not enough, he is spiteful and aggressive and alive, and maybe now he hates you enough for Takoba to have been a dream.

“Where is our company?” You speak again, nerves itching.

“Think they’re lost without miss martyr?”

Mina swats at him but he doesn’t let you go. “What’s wrong with you?” He glows at the edges like you haven’t seen since the forest outside Takoba. Bakugou’s teeth are bared but his wrath is different than before. He’s not picking a fight, he’s not forcing himself free of you. Your prince holds you tight in front of him where you cannot hide. He stares.

“Highness, where are they?”

“In the castle,” Shinsou interjects. He points up with a finger when he approaches your little group and emerges from the shadows in odd pieces of armor– greaves, cuisses, and faulds but nothing other than light padding on his chest. He yawns and he is bloodspattered. He looks like Uraraka and your panic begins to rise.

“Highness?” You turn back to the scarred prince who will not release you. Kirishima is not nearby, Kaminari and Sero, Uraraka, Fuyumi– “There’s no time, we–”

“We? We don’t have to do anything,” he drops you gently even though he is angry and you shake out your shoulders on instinct. “You need to sit the fuck down for once in your life and trust someone without a stab wound to shovel this shit.”

The hallway is different than you remember, it is colder without your fever, it’s taller. Shinsou yawns again and behind him you can just make out mixed voices in the dark. Your prince is orange amber, molten honey, chip and shoulder. He does not rise but tosses blankets away towards you like he no longer needs comfort. Mina glares over his back.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“It’s almost dawn,” she replies, helpful, not so much like magma. “We escaped down here with a few others but–”

A sudden scraping door overhead forces your group to lurch towards the ground. Shinsou drops to a crouch, hand on sword, and creeps forwards into the dark. Bakugou isn’t far behind, a warning hand outstretched to try and keep you down. “Fear not soggy citizens,” a voice hisses from the source of the sound and Bakugou straightens immediately. “We’re back.”

“Took you long enough,” Shinsou is firm but fond and you and Mina creep behind your prince to peer deeper into the dark. The charred remains of her white gown are stiff with mixed blood. Who’s out there? A few shapes catch light from a sconce past Shinsou’s shoulder and you have never been so unarmed in your life. The prince refuses to let you in front of him.

The light ahead flickers when someone handles it. Prince Natsuo– dusty but alive, thank gods– is illuminated clearly for a moment as he takes a candle from its sconce and a pair of footsteps descend from the kitchen door above. Kaminari and Shinsou stride down the last stairs into their prince’s hidden hallway and beam over a bounty of bread baskets.

More candles are lit by the Takoban prince and the hallway is quickly not so dark and not so lonely. A handful of Takoban lords and ladies lay scattered at the edges of the hall, all deep in sleep. It’s difficult to navigate but you rush past a golden arm and towards the Alderan boys, rejoicefully free of blood, as quickly as you might without stepping on sleeping hands so that your relief doesn’t overflow in loud noises.

“Where were you?”

“Pantry mission.” Kaminari shrugs to hoist his bread basket high enough for you to see, “Food and rest..” he grins Alderan.

You finish, “build blood.”

Sero starts speaking over your shoulder and you turn to catch the briefing for your prince and the Takoban guard, “There were no combatants in the kitchens. A few shuffling feet from the dining hall when we checked under the doors, otherwise,” he hands his basket off to a bloody and impatient Mina, “otherwise, I think they must be patrolling the exits.”

Bakugou grunts and chews at his cheek. It’s not lost on you how pointedly everyone speaks over your head, like you would throw yourself onto the nearest broadsword if given the chance to fight. Though, if you could see the amount of blood in your bandages you might hesitate to speak to you too. The cloth is stiff with it even if you’re no longer bleeding, but the wound that pinned you to the floor, the poison that knocked you from consciousness, no longer grip you with their icy fingers and you thank Shuzenji. You’re sore not a war casualty. Your friends are being hunted upstairs. If it takes the general’s voice to be noticed, so be it.

“Where is the mage?”

Soldier Sero instinctively drops his head to speak to you, “No sign of him since last night.”

“No new fires,” adds Kaminari, “he could be anywhere.”

“Where is the doctor?” 

“You’re awake.” You turn to the new rasp from the floor. Screaming her son’s name once used up all her voice like a long night singing and Queen Rei is scorched at the edges, but alive, in a pile of rumpled skirts. She sits among her sleeping people as Natsuo lights a candle for her to hold, “The doctor is upstairs, I’m afraid.”

“Still with the princess?”

She stiffens but nods, “We can hope.”

If that’s the case, you can also hope that they’re being protected by the two champions you left them with. You speak as you turn, “How,” and Bakugou’s silent eyes are the first you catch, full of something, “are all these people still asleep?”

The group gestures to Shinsou in their own ways– Kaminari cocks his head, Sero points with a shoulder– “We couldn’t know who was friend or foe,” the apprentice clarifies of the civilians the group managed to collect on their way down to the safety of this underbelly. “We still don’t know. It’s not safe to keep them conscious with the queen, not while we have so many injured.”

“How do we proceed?”

The group hums for a moment before Sero clears his throat, “We can’t escape with a group this big,” he looks to the bodies littered and pushed to the sides of the hallway, “we could be caught and with so few fighters, with so many injuries…we’d have to send a scout ahead and Shinsou’s the only one here besides His Highness and Her Majesty who knows this castle well enough to outsmart turncoat guards.”

Your ears perk at the claim and your prince bristles. Takobans are not the only ones here who have memorized cold hallways.

Kaminari interjects, “But without Shinsou here to keep the civilians out cold, if a potential traitor wakes up–”

“Worse– if the scout is caught upstairs with no way to communicate– overwhelmed in numbers– gods forbid the mage– we don’t know what weapons they have up there but we have to assume that it’s, it’s everything.”

No help’s come yet,” Mina adds to Sero’s point and drops to a seat on the cold floor to eat.

“So assume none will,” you exhale and she shrugs in agreement. You nod a few times and review your company. They are battered, all of them, and your breath inflates frost in stubborn puffs. Assume every enemy is dressed in Takoba’s full armory, how many survived the night? How many know about this secret Alderan hallway?

If the royals stay hidden here, Shinsou must stay too. Two exits, one to the kitchens and the other straight out to the beach where any mage worth their magic would keep a close eye. Too open. The only way is up, and more accurately, through. “We just need contact with the outside. Reinforcements.”

“Blasty could get out no problem, but we have to assume guards stationed in the city are working for the mage too.”

“Can we get word to Aldera? Another kingdom nearby?” Kaminari speaks with his hands like he’s grasping at thoughts “Carrier pigeon?”

“Not how those work.” You massage your knuckles with your thumbs, “We need the doctor.”

Mina’s magic hasn’t returned, what about Aizawa? Is Hawks alive? This party isn’t enough without the doctor’s magic, You need Kirishima and Uraraka, and the youngest Todoroki prince and his champion if you could manage it. Where is the useless king?

“If there were no injuries what would the plan be?” You roll your sore shoulder back and then freeze. There’s a weight under your bandages.

“Kill a mage, call for help, go the fuck home,” Mina grumbles with a moutful of bread. She rifles through Sero’s basket to find the softest pieces. Rolls are tossed to conscious members of the party, fresh and sweet, and you catch Bakugou’s eyes once more. His clenched fists give off the faintest popping. The prince you know wouldn’t be so quiet, he wouldn’t let his friends– wouldn’t let anyone– venture into the dangers of the castle without him.

“Highness?” you attempt as Mina pelts him with a pandemain. “Are you injured?”

Mina raises her hand, “I’m injured.”

The question unbalances Bakugou who simmers behind you, but he redirects his anger quickly enough with a gnash of rations. His burn almost glows under his jaw. “Course not, you are.”

“It’s my job to be injured, sir. What are your orders?”

He snaps forward but you are already palming your bandages. It’s still there. He glows in the remnants of his formalwear, stripped down to a bloody undershirt and charred white trousers. He glows in anger, he glows with something you don’t recognize and the prince who hates your company thrills you once more. You will kill the mage and you will take him home. You press your fingers to the shape tucked between your bandages like holding a hand over your heart.

“Then, I request an audience with His Highness Bakugou Katsuki.”

Hell can’t deny you. Bakugou reluctantly marches you down the dark hall and curses Alderan pride. A prince would never refuse his general’s audience.

You’re walking well, your breathing is even. He clenches his jaw instead of picturing the last time you came to his room, half on his back, half in his arms, all saltwater and sweat heartbroken with fever. The braids you keep neat at home fray in Takoba. The remains of your red dress are eaten black with burns and you are more phoenix than dragon ahead of him in this hellish castle.

“In,” he grunts when the red door is finally in front of you, “quietly.”

You turn around to confirm, turn into his chest and look up at him with those horrible eyes he loves to see watching. He rolls his own and pushes you both inside.

The air is iron with blood. You startle the second you enter because Captain Hawks is sprawled sideways on the bed under furs, back exposed to the cold air without life in the fireplace. His wings, wings, are a collection of odd scorched feathers protruding from his spine like boney fingers and a few feathers litter the pillows keeping him turned on his side.

They did their best posting him up after carrying him from the party, but even Bakugou concedes the scene is grim.

Candles are lit at intervals around the room, a few on the mantle and a dozen around the floor on mismatched candlesticks. Furs and tapestries are nailed over windows so that the light can’t be seen from outside. Aldera is three days away, home is only three days away and he can’t even get his people outside of the city gates– outside of the castle.

You take a deep breath and face him, “What’s your–” But he can’t let you speak.

“You’re not fighting. No more, you are completely reckless.”

“Me?” You almost snort. He tries not to let your amusement warm him, not an ember, not a spark. You begin fingering through your bandages again and he instinctively reaches to stop you. “You are not my queen to be doling out orders like that.”

“Stay here.”

“You are my job,” your voice staggers a bit when his hands take up yours to keep them from pulling at your bandages but you stare through surprise with glinting, obsidian eyes, “my purpose.”

Will you stay when this is over?

Bakugou is a cocky brawler on his first day of training with Jeanist and you are lugging weapons to the Keep. He is suffering through class and you are just outside the window, rushing to your lessons still trailing smoke and dragonfire. He is kneading dough before the holiday feast in roaring kitchens and you are armed, halberd and crossbow over your shoulder, collecting a plate the cooks put aside for you.You are supposed to be sleeping. He is supposed to be sleeping. You are both pretending to watch the stars and not each other in the library at midnight.

You stare through him and Bakugou stares at you in the candlelit chill of this makeshift bedroom. “Who mended your cape, Highness?”

He furrows both brows and sighs. He won’t win, “A friend.”

You’re smiling now which he should hate and in one jerk of your arm you tear a strip of bandage free. Dust of blood and the crack of its cast make him wince, but under the red material, soaked pink from your wound, is a small stitched square, a repair date, and a family seal. Yaoyorozu. “The traveling merchants Yaoyorozu don’t only mend capes.”

“And?” Of course they don’t. They’re the richest family on the continent, engineers, the lot of them.

“This seal is on half the tonics in the potions closet and on half more in the pantry. Weapons, clothing, ammunition–”

He stops you talking with a shake of his head and winces again when you rip another bandage free, “Will you stop it!”

“Aldera couldn’t study dragons without the tools that family designed– Takoba would succumb to winter every year without their insulation, without one of their boats in port. They are ubiquitous.” You continue unwrapping yourself, bare skin becoming raw scar until a piece of glass glints under the last of the wrappings. You tug it free before the stiff bandages even fall, and press it into Bakugou’s chest.

The glass is warm with the heat of your heart and you beam so close to him. He studies you. His hand closes over yours.

“Highness, we can fight with this. We can fight the mage and what we have left we’ll bring home. The Yaoyorozus can engineer something to reverse the effects– we have allies– not just them, we aren’t– aren’t–” You are swelling with Alderan fire, a pot boiling over, a hound, a dragon, a phoenix itching to fight. When you smile for bloodlust it is even more beautiful. He doesn’t know he is holding you until you stop speaking.

Bakugou cups both of your cheeks as you offer up the mage’s stolen vial of poison. You are formidable. You are terrifying. He holds you like you might go out candlefast in a breeze.

“We can still–”

“Y/n,” he quiets you with the sound and your smile falls. You are captain of the guard all dressed in red, training squires on spring mornings. He is the king who rises at dawn to watch you. “Thank you.”

The corner of your bodice has been cut away to expose your wound for the doctor and it is raw at its edges so close to your heart. Your collarbone shines with the new and mended skin there. Another scar from a wound that might have killed you, another injury you took in his place. You are reckless but that’s not the problem. Maybe derealization will hit Aldera after you die. Did you outsmart the ghost even as you were being raised from the dead?

“Highness–”

“Don’t.” Bakugou traces the shape of your pulse with his thumbs, “Don’t call me that.”

He’s hardly thought about home since you laughed with him on the catwalks. Since he gave you his hands to do what you’d like with and you told him they make something beautiful. He always thought he might not be able to hold things gently. He knows it’s hard, he knows his hands are meant to break and burst and destroy, but you are a relief. Your hands can kill, they can catch, they fold laundry, they break joints, and they tremble when sparks run through them.

“I don’t–”

“Anything but that, anything. Asshole, coward–” he wants to be upset with you, it is easier when you hate him. It is easier to fight.

“Bakugou.”

Closer. He knows there’s no time but he wants to be closer. You clutch the vial tight in one hand and rest the other over his bloodstained heart. He can feel your heartbeat in the curve of your jaw with his clumsy, heavy fingers. He shakes his head.

“..Katsuki,” you murmur, and he kisses you. You who are just like him.

Your back finds a wall smoothly this time when he dips low to catch your lips with his. There is no desperate grabbing, no stumbling, tripping, every push of his tongue against yours is deep and slow and starving. Your hand cups his chest in both protest and invitation, somehow you are scalding, somehow you are hungrier.

There is a thank you that chases every parting of your lips for everything he owes you. He owes you two lifetimes and a spar. More than that. He presses deeper. Blood flakes from his blond hair when your fingers rake through it and you pull just enough to make him growl.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps in correction. He holds your head in his hands like a gentle promise even as his bones break themselves to be closer.

You manage, “wait,” through the pause and when he jerks back you are no longer the nervous soldier crying in cold hallways. He is nervous, he is trembling, you are something else, something black and infinite. You lower your hand to his cheek and stare almost too close to see him clearly. The hand that kills becomes soft fingers that drift over his temple and push his shaggy hair from his eyes. You watch every part of him. Your eyes and fingers make shapes of his face as he stands above you, as he submits to your touch happily.

What else can he kiss from you? What will you offer him? Breath and tears, he wants more. Memories, exhaustion, boredom, tell him more about yourself, favorites and enemies, show him more tragedy, selfishness, joy. Take him to study dragons, not your soldiers, not your queen.

Your knuckle ghosts his burn and catches the swell of his lip and the wet there. Time be damned, blue mages, civilians, home and hell wait for you. He rumbles somewhere deep in his chest when your thumb presses just slightly harder, your breath catching, at the soft pink flesh and the tongue that darts out to wet you. Bakugou kisses the tip of your finger, again, again, you swipe saliva under your thumb and he kisses you there, again until you can’t take it anymore and lean forward to taste him. He has no such patience. Your prince takes your jaw back up between his fingers and molds his lips to yours like he might give his life to you. You knock hard against the wall and push against him with just as much force so that he must knock you back again to keep you where he needs you.

More of this, more of your greed, more of your desperation stolen in gasps, more of your body fitting perfectly into his hands. You pull at the neck of his undershirt, nails catching flesh. He’ll praise you. He’ll watch you. He only wanted to kiss you. He doesn’t know what it is to want, to be close to someone he needs to keep.

He can’t push any closer– chest to yours, legs between– you inhale sharply when he rolls too deep and he wants to apologize again but you arch your hips higher on instinct. It almost tips his head back. He thinks he says your name. You press warm and shaky against the thigh that pins you to the door while your lips keep him close, bobbing between sloppy presses and a tongue kneading wet against his. The friction of your hips stutters the yawning starving kisses. Where does he hold you? Sweat collects between his knuckles, the excitement soaks through him, you’re alive you’re alive, he grasps you under your thighs and up into his arms.

The pressure is worse here, you are a fire against the rawest parts of him. He catches your throat with his teeth in your surprise above him and lays as many kisses up your pulse as you will let him before cupping his stinging jaw back up where you want it.

He wants to dance with you. You nip where he offers himself, tongue and lip and neck, because your thrill never left you. He wants to fight, he wants to blow out all the candles and make magic for you in the dark. Bare, his shoulders beg you to find hold there, to grasp and scratch, draw blood, breathe fire, don’t let go of him. The swell of your thighs is unbearable in his palms. Your tattered dress parts for him– your damp flesh vibrates with his magic and he wants to sink so deeply inside of you– it is the only thing can could heal this ache, the one thing to make it worse. He wants to hear just one noise. Who taught you not to make a sound? Why can’t he stay quiet?

“Highness,” you breathe. He will break you of that habit, “Highness, I–”

He grunts the low sound of a question and pulls wet away from your kiss in strings of desperation. He wasn’t– he isn’t thinking. Bakugou loses half his halfgone composure when you stare into him with huge, burning eyes and bring an embarrassed palm up to your lips. His ears catch fire. Immediately he knows both of his cheeks and half of his chest are lost to flush. A chill through the air makes you shiver in his arms, back to the door, and he shudders, his own eyes widening at the crease of your brows and the sound you bite back.

“Your shoulder.” He blinks a thousand more times than necessary, “you–you’re– injury.” He almost drops you, almost falls over. Bakugou lets you to your feet– your braids catch on the wooden door above your startled bonfire eyes and it is too much the picture of you, laid out under him in half-torn clothes, overheating, breathless– inside, let me have you, hips grinding through this heat until–

“Highness,” a different voice drawls from the dark. It kills the thought and the silence of the room so suddenly both of Bakugou’s palms ignite in plumes of violet on either side of you. “Please,” Hawks groans, suffocating, into the Alderan pillows propping him up on the bed, “don’t fuck in here.”

“You’re awake!” You gasp because there’s nothing else to say.

“Not on purpose.”

Your prince cannot form a thought. He’s never had– never wanted the things he wants from you. He’s never been distracted from a fight. You begin patting yourself down, searching for a place to tuck the vial, settling the layers of your dress, pushing your hair back where you like it to lay, clearing your throat, catching your breath.

“Did I hear right?” Hawks grumbles again and the prince prepares to escape the end of the sentence, but both captains continue, “you need a Takoban scout?”

“You’re hardly fit enough for that.” Your tone is all disbelief but excitement shows through your embarrassment and he hates how readily you offer up all those sanguinary thoughts. Bakugou shakes his hair down from where you pushed it. He wipes his face with the back of a fist and sucks his teeth.

You will dive into the castle, you will cut down soldiers and dancers, and you will be killed by the mage before he can get you home all because you made a promise to a queen who is not here. He dreaded this. He should have taken Sero as his second. Kaminari would have done, why didn’t he just leave you?

“Can you walk?”

“I sure can’t fly.”

Bakugou bursts, all blush and bitten lips, “Neither of you are fit for reconnaissance and both of you will heel. We don’t have time to limp through the castle.”

You snap around, bright eyes, teeth shining, possessive and kiss swollen and wild. You turn to fight and then there is a crash. You are between your prince and the thrown open door faster than that injury should have let you.

He has half a mind to toss you over his shoulder when a blast of air so frozen it takes form, shatters through both of you in the doorway. You’re quick to bear through it and without waiting to cover Hawks’s hiding place you’re both down the dark hallway, longing, starvation, wet and warmth left behind you. The damp of the hall freezes over completely underfoot.

“Enemy?” You bark, death to stealth.

“The queen!”

The dim light of your meeting place is more pathetic than before, now that candles are dashed and sconces are punctured in awkward icy stalagmites. Mina and Kaminari are picking themselves up off the floor as their captain and prince race forward. Sero has Natsuo under the arm, “Shinsou.”

He throws his gaze over your shoulder to the wall in horror and you turn to follow it, past shining cobblestones, over clouds of breath to the Takoban guard, pinned half up the wall in a crashing wave of ice. Most of both legs and half his hip are trapped in the tide, leaving enough of his torso free to breathe easy. “She’s,” he grunts, thrashing against his restraints, “she’s escaped.”

Bakugou should hate the look on your face but he knows he looks much the same. Thrill makes you glow like he hasn’t seen in a long, long time.

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01. the aftermath of a chaotic debut

02. responsible, for once?

03. wait, what??

04. well, this is awkward...

05. unknown number

06. to my past lover

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