Hey Pretty Boy Let’s Get Married

haikyuu boys toxic traits pt.2

—characters; tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, bokuto koutarō.

warnings; cheating, gaslighting, manipulation, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, swearing/cussing.

—tooru oikawa

> he’s a cheater

> and he doesn’t even try and keep it a secret

> because he knows that you love him too much to leave him

+

tooru oikawa rolls onto the bed with a huff. the girl laying next to him huffs and pants, her cheeks flushed and her legs squeezed together.

“how was it?” he smirks, resting a hand on his cheek to look at her. his charismatic demeanour was enough to pull any girl, it was so hard to say no to him..

“amazing.” she breathes out, smiling, “thank you.”

“hey, it’s not a problem, cutie.” oikawa winks, flashing his pearly whites to her as he grins.

the handsome boy begins to stand and get dressed once more. slipping on his black t-shirt, black boxers and his grey sweatpants, he utters a quick goodbye to the girl and walks out the room. he grabs his bag from the couch, where he had thrown it a few hours earlier, and takes out his phone.

he rolls his eyes at how many notifications he has from you.

iMessage from: y/n

y/n: hi baby, what time are you gonna be home from the bar?

delivered: 21:36pm

y/n: baby?

delivered: 21:49pm

y/n: tooru, don’t ignore me.

delivered: 22:01pm

y/n: which slut are you with tonight, huh?

delivered: 22:13pm

y/n: fuck you

delivered: 22:16pm

you were so pathetic, he thought. he hated how clingy you were, it was so irritating. thank god he left his phone outside the room when he was fucking another girl, or else he would’ve screamed at you over call for interrupting his orgasm.

you were laying in bed back at your apartment, tears streaming down your face. you knew what tooru did when he wasn’t with you, it shattered your heart but you couldn’t change him. you would’ve dumped him months ago, you even tried to, but the thought of not being with him broke you even more than the idea of him cheating on you. you’d been together since the last year of high school, so 4 years. he’d always been a lady magnet, but you never expected him to cheat.

you loved him unconditional amounts, and you knew he didn’t feel the same. it really, really hurt, but he wasn’t going to change..

speaking of the devil, tooru oikawa walks through your bedroom door. he reeks of sweat, sex and another girls perfume.

great.

“hey.” oikawa says, licking his dry lips.

“hi.” you reply, your voice is quiet and feeble. you don’t feel like talking right now, your mind is racing and you feel like throwing up.

“you good?” he furrows his eyebrows, “you look ill.”

“i’m fine.” you spit back, bitterness laced in the way you spoke to him.

“you know you’re prettier when you don’t speak.” tooru laughs evilly, “the girl i just shagged was prettier, try to be like her.” he whispers, toying with your heart.

“why admit to cheating, oikawa?”

“‘cuz i know you’re not gonna do anything about it,” he scoffs, “you’re too dependent on me to leave. i could kill someone in front of you—even someone like your mother or father, and you wouldn’t do anything but confess your love for me. admit it, you’re obsessed with me and you’re such a pathetic little bitch that you can’t do anything for yourself.”

his words stung. it felt like someone was scraping away at your heart—ripping it to shreds. you knew what he said was somewhat right and that’s what hurt the most, his mean words were the truth. you couldn’t do anything for yourself and you were a pathetic little bitch.

tears well up in your eyes and some slip down your cheeks, you try to wipe them away before he sees, but you’re too late.

he laughs, walking towards the bathroom, “go on, cry for me, darling, don’t be shy now.”

—hajime iwaizumi

> he gaslights you.

> invalidates you

> always makes out your problems are stupid and you should stop “overreacting”

+

today was not a good day for you. it’s the one year anniversary since your brother passed away, he had passed in a car accident and it changed a lot in your family. you tried to stay positive for your mother and father, but today was just not the day. you’d spent half the day on your own sobbing.

you didn’t know where your boyfriend, hajime iwaizumi, was. maybe he was at the store, getting you something since he knew this day was tragic for you.

at 14:56pm, iwaizumi walks through the door to your apartment. he hears sobs from your bedroom, and he rolls his eyes. how annoying, he thinks. he walks into your room and sees you curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow that’s now soaked in tears.

“wallowing in sadness all day is not good for you, y’know.” he comments, placing his phone on the nightstand.

you don’t reply, only sniffle and hiccup.

“you’re being silly, if i say so myself.”

you shoot up, “silly? my brothers dead, iwa!” you snap, firing back after his rude words. if he said anymore, you’d do something you might regret.

“stop overreacting,” iwaizumi scoffs, “it was a year ago, get over it. you’re just being a hormonal woman, you on your period or something?”

you feel like hitting someone, someone being iwaizumi. but, you’re scared as to what he’ll do back, so you just get out of bed and shove past him.

“what? i didn’t even do anything wrong? you’re making such a big deal out of this.” hajime says, as his phone begins to ring. picking it up, he answers it and begins to talk, “hey, what’s up, shittykawa?”

as your boyfriend chats away to his best friend on the phone, you walk into the kitchen and get a drink of water.

iwaizumi comes in a few minutes later and wraps his arms around your waist, “stop overreacting, it upsets me and all you do lately is upset me. it’s not fair, y/n.”

you face him, “really?” you ask, confused, what could you have done that upset him? “what did i do?”

“you gave me attitude before and you’ve been isolating yourself from me, i miss the old y/n, i don’t know where she went but i want her back.”

“iwa..” you cup his face and kiss him gently, he kisses back slowly, the two of you hadn’t kissed in a while, and you had missed it. his hands trail down to the curve of your ass, and he cups it. your hands are in his hair as you make-out, lips sliding against each other and tongues rubbing together. it’s hot, the kiss, you haven’t had one like this in a while but you’re loving it.

iwaizumi’s lips move down to your neck and he sucks on the soft skin, creating purple marks down to your collarbones. the dark haired man picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. he walks back to the bedroom, with you sucking on his jaw as he goes.

the two of you had sex that night. extremely passionate, hot, loving sex that made your body ache the next morning. you had countless bruises on your hips; from where he held as you rode him, on your thighs; from where he held them wide open as he ate you out. you had hickeys on your jaw, neck, collarbones, tits, tummy and thighs, iwa went hard last night. you had hand prints on your ass, and your right cheek from where he spanked and slapped you, consensually of course.

iwa felt good too, surprisingly, he’d had sex with a pretty girl and he has his girlfriend “back”. she wasn’t crying anymore and acting like a whiny little bitch.

this is what iwa always does. he gaslights you, then turns it on himself—claiming you were the one in wrong, then you apologise and resort to sex to sort things out. it’s not healthy—it’s toxic, yet you can’t bring yourself to leave him. you don’t know why you haven’t left yet, it’s quite worrying how long you’ve endured this. but, despite iwa’s words, you love him, so so much. and he loves you,

right?

—bokuto koutarō

> he manipulates you

> and he does it well

> sort of a guilt tripper too

+

you’re laying in bed one night, scrolling through your phone before bed when a message from your boyfriend pops up.

bokuto: hey babe, wanna hang out tomorrow at 12?

seen: 22:56pm

fuck.

you couldn’t make it with your boyfriend. you had already arranged to meet with your mother who was visiting town, she was getting older and was travelling alone—you couldn’t blow her off, it would be rude and you wanted to make sure she was okay.

you hated telling people, especially your boyfriend, you couldn’t hang out with them; it made you feel guilty.

y/n: i’m sorry kou but i’m meeting my mum tomorrow, we’d planned this weeks ago and she’s travelling a long way..maybe another day? sorry again bubba :,(

seen: 23:01pm

bokuto doesn’t reply that night. nor does he text you in the morning like he usually does, not a single text or call. you’re quite somber when you’re with your mum, luckily she does most of the talking because your mind is racing and just filled with bokuto.

when you arrive home that late afternoon, around 17:34pm, bokuto has people over. kuroo, kenma, oikawa, iwazumi, akaashi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, suna, kageyama, and three girls who you didn’t know. one of which was sat extremely close to bokuto, her legs draped over his lap, and flirting with him so obviously. your heart stopped.

“oh, hey, y/n!” kuroo greets happily, grinning at you.

“hi,” you reply, softly smiling back at him, “are you all okay?”

the group replies, uttering that they’re good and thank you for asking. the girls exchange slightly confused looks with each other, a gesture that reminded of a petty thing high school kids used to do.

“i’m sorry to interrupt guys, i’m just gonna go to bed.” you say quietly, not wanting to stay any longer.

“oh, come on, stay! i’m sure your beloved would want you here. right?” atsumu turns to bokuto for confirmation.

bokuto doesn’t even spare you a glance, he just shrugs, “not really bothered.”

ouch.

bokuto always wanted you to hang out with him and his friends. you had no idea what you’d done to make him upset with you..once everyone had left you needed to question him on the subject.

you force a smile, “it’s okay guys, i’m really tired anyways.” they wish you goodbye as you walk into your bedroom, and shut the door.

later that night, when everyone had gone home and bokuto was finally alone with you and in bed, you decided to ask him what’s wrong.

“kou?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he doesn’t move, or reply—just continues to scroll through his phone, his back facing you. your heart was pounding and you felt nervous for his reply.

“bokuto? i need to speak with you, please...”

he sighs, “what?” he snaps, attitude laced in his words.

“i’m not sure why you’re upset with me, but you’re being extremely strange. i’m not sure what i did but i’m sorry and i hope you can forgive me.” you smile, hoping he would forgive you.

“y/n, you know what you did. you fucking blew me off and i was all alone all day. the boys were busy today, but i was so sad and lonely that they had to come round. it’s not fair, you do this all the time.” he rants to you, making you feel incredibly guilty and upset.

he did this a lot. he’d ask you to do something, you were busy or couldn’t make it, and he’d be upset. so, “can we hang tomorrow?” really means, “hang out with me tomorrow, or i’ll be upset with you for the rest of the week.”

it was toxic, but you were blind and loved him too much that his toxicity was nothing but silly little moments of upset to you. nothing more, nothing less.

“oh, no! baby, i’m so sorry. i promise i’ll never blow you off again—oh i feel so bad!”

bokuto just nods sadly and cuddles up into your chest. you fall asleep in each other’s arms, you feeling happy that he forgave you, and bokuto grinning that he got you to apologise this time again.

+

i apologise bokuto’s was absolute ass. i hate this one so much, i’ve been putting off finishing it for days. sorry it’s so bad guys :(

tags: @p0nponpurin @sukunasbiggestfan @belle643

random stray kids mv (6/?): 19 Video

MAKE ME CHOOSE ↳ taehyung in bandanas or taehyung in caps? — @dnaez (cr. qdeoks, dwellingsouls)

no but why can’t tsukishima be a hopeless romantic. why can’t akaashi be an idiot in love. why can’t oikawa love someone selflessly. why cant kuroo be blushy and shy when you tell him you love him. why can’t atsumu be a giver, why can’t ushijima leave you cute notes with bad drawings for footnotes, why can’t tendou have soft hands and gentle words. why are these characters spread so thin. why are they so often only boring or mean or bland or bad at love in fanon. who said writing them purely in love, soft and sweet, means writing them out of character. why cant they be sweet boys. why not. 

“you left the door unlocked?” atsumu calls out to you the second he enters your apartment, heavy bags of laundry and groceries occupying his arms, and with another second, you meet him in the kitchen.

“oh hey!” you chime, “you’re home!”

and atsumu looks at you, “you left the door unlocked!”

“it’s a safe neighborhood.” you shrug, tittering as you ignore his antics, and you walk over closer to him to welcome him home.

it’s been a long day without atsumu — he has his volleyball career and you have your college, but even after all that, he is still your husband, and it’s only right that you get to miss him.

atsumu settles down the bags he carried on the kitchen counter, a hand on his hip, and he turns your hug away.

he tells you, “what if a psychopathic maniac walked in?”

“well, then i would’ve said; hi tsumu, how was your day?” you smile, rolling your eyes at his chattering, and you attempt to hug him again despite your first attempt being futile.

atsumu smiles, his own cheshire grin, and he likes that he goes home to you, likes that no matter how tiring his day gets, he’ll always have you to come home to.

he lets you welcome him into a hug, and he smiles, and he laughs, saying, “i picked up the laundry - separated your whites from my reds, i didn’t make that mistake again - and i picked up those highlighters you were eyeing the last time we went by there, and, oh wait — ”

he stops talking, walking over to your side of the room, and atsumu says, “pause.”

“what?” you laugh, raising a brow at his actions, and you’re pulled into his arms - he smells like the sun and fresh cologne - and you’re quick to ease into him.

he smiles, “pause.”

you titter, “why?”

and he tells you, “kiss.”

so you laugh thinking he’s joking, but you stop your sentences anyways, pushing his hair away from his face, and you let him kiss you - smiley, toothy, consecutive kisses - and he doesn’t let you pull away.

atsumu’s arms locks behind your hips, pushing you against the kitchen sink, kissing you one after the other, and he pulls away, taking the free second as an opportunity to calm the atmosphere down.

it’s been a long day of volleyball, a long day without you, and it’s nice to just have you so close to him even for a little while.

you smile, your nose almost touching his, and you say, “so you were telling me about highlighters?”

“is that all you want from me?” he asks, faking a dramatic sigh.

and you nod, “i married you for that exact reason, miya - a set of highlighters.”

and atsumu scoffs, “well, miya, i didn’t hear you mention them in your vows.”

the high of the moment ends, his laughter dies down with yours, but neither of you move away from each other - just comfort in the closeness of being together again.

you married this man. you’re barely 20, and you’ve actually married this man - taken his name as your own - and you’re still deciding if that’s a good thing or not.

his nose brushes against yours, and you stare at his face long enough to see a subtle blue discoloration just above his eyebrow.

“you have a bruise.” you frown, pointing out what you see as you trace over it with your finger.

atsumu nods, wincing when you touch too hard over it, “got hit in the face with a ball.”

“does it hurt?” you ask, a bit gentler this time.

and he tells you, “nothing i can’t handle.”

atsumu feels your hand settle on his cheek, his bruised, sore cheek, and he feels how gentle you are with it — like you’re scared to hurt him, and he pushes his face deeper into your palm.

you could never hurt him.

your voice is soft, “wanna go to bed?”

he would go anywhere with you.

atsumu nods, and he laughs, “but we are so not leaving that door unlocked.”

it’s only been a few months since you and atsumu got married — just young kids, signing contracts, sharing names and spitting vows — but he’d like to think that it’s going well, he’d like to think this would last, he’d like to think that you love marrying him as much as he does.

⋮ LOSING YOUR ENGAGEMENT RING PRANK ༉‧₊˚✧

⤷ stray kids × reader ᵕ̈

↣ genre: reaction , fluff

↣ warning: none

♡ ┊ bang chan

a frown pulls at the corner of his mouth when you let him know that your ring had suddenly vanished

he’d be a little upset that you’d lose something as special as your engagement ring, but then again things happen and he’s sure you didn’t mean to lose it on purpose

ngl your acting skills for this prank had him completely fooled, especially when he saw how distressed you were

“babe, we can just go pick out another one, it’s fine.” he’d try to make you feel better, hands softly rubbing your back, even mentioning that he’d let you choose whichever one bc he was sure you had better taste in rings than he did

honestly, you would’ve been so deep into this little prank that you wouldn’t have the heart to tell him that you were just messing with him :( especially after he was so patient and sweet about it :((

so, you’d give it about a day before pretending to find it in some obscure place and omg he would be so, so relieved like mans physically let out a huge sigh while pressing a hand to his chest

but that wasn’t gonna stop him from giving you a mini scolding about being more careful with where you placed your ring next time

Keep reading

pls i luv this sm

✰genre: hurt/comfort

✰pairing: Deaf!Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

✰warnings: deaf/hard of hearing bakugou, mentions of blood in the beginning, injury, some angst, oral sex (fem and male receiving), unprotected sex

✰word count: 6.3k

✰A/N: thank you to @doinmybesthere for checking my trash grammar and making me laugh with her notes! and @cxnicalsweetheart and @dollfacedwithadirtymind for letting me pick their brains so i can accurately attempt to portray a deaf/hard of hearing character.

✰Words in italics are sign language

✰tag list: @natsuonii @okayeren @minninugget @trafalgar-temptress @zombieonna

I’ll Keep You Safe, You’ll Keep Me Warm

The first thing Katsuki notices when his head hits the ground is the high pitched ringing in his ears. It’s deafening, making him curl up and grab his head with a groan; the earth spins and bile rises in his throat. It’s louder than the pounding in his heart, louder than the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Ignoring the hot knife going through his head and the pain spreading down to his jaw, he tries to stand but not before stumbling back down; his world spinning as dust and debris settle around him. He’s terrified, everything around him lolling around as if he’s on the deck of a ship mid storm, carelessly thrown around by the waves. He feels nauseous, straining his eyes, attempting to keep his vision steady. The last thing he sees is Kiri running towards him, his mouth is moving but no words are coming out. His vision blurs and he feels himself sinking into darkness. ————————————————————————

When he wakes, the ugly shade of yellow they chose to paint the room he’s in practically slaps him in the face; the color reminds him far too much of old and peeled paintings haunting the hallways of the museums on grade school field trips. He takes a moment to look around, the trail of tubes sticking from his arm, the monitor showing the thin green line that tracks his heart silently. He feels heavy, trying to lift his head and shift his body in an effort to get more comfortable but the room spins and he holds back the acid rising in his stomach.

He jumps when he turns to the doctor at his side. He didn’t hear him knock or walk in. When Katsuki speaks up to greet him, he can’t hear his own voice. He can’t hear anything, can’t hear his own panicked sobs; can’t hear the words fumbling out of the doctor’s mouth as he thrashes in the hospital bed; can’t tell what the nurse is saying as she pushes a needle in his arm, making everything go black as he sinks again into sleep.



When he wakes up the doctor is at the foot of his bed, next to Kirishima. He can see their lips moving, but he can’t hear the words coming out. He grumbles out something, words that he’s not even sure are even spoken; the only acknowledgement that he spoke is Kirishima’s eyes flashing towards him, and the bob of the doctor’s adam's apple moving.

Kirishima stands close to him while he reads the note from the doctor, telling him he’s now deaf in his left ear permanently, and there’s a slim chance of his right ear healing but it’ll never be at complete hearing ability again.

Kirishima clasps his shoulder tightly as Katsuki processes this, the only thing running through his head: nothing will ever be the same again.

————————————————————————

You wrinkle your nose at the paper telling you that your newest student is Katsuki Bakugou, a pro-hero known for his stubborn pride and short temper. You love your job most days, and you already know as soon as you open the door that you have your work cut out for you. You stare at him, his arms crossed on his chest and a childish pout on his face. You can tell he knows you’re there, the way his jaw tightens as you slip your shoes off at the entrance of his apartment; he refuses to even glance at you, sinking impossibly deeper into the couch. You sigh, already hating being here, for extending the kindness of getting him groceries. You’ve dealt with cases similar to his, knowing that most people who are adjusting to a new way to life don’t eat.

You crouch in front of him, forcing yourself into his space. “Have you eaten, today?” You sign to him, tilt in your head as you look at him.

“Fuck you.” He bites at you, vermillion eyes flashing as his nostrils flare. You know he learned basic sign language at the hospital, but you didn’t think they’d teach him something so crass. You bite the inside of your cheek, holding back the urge to let him know he’s getting to you.

“I assume that’s a no.” You respond, pursing your lips as you stand. You grab the groceries you brought, making your way to the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing?” He yells. His voice is loud, clumsy. He’s not used to speaking without hearing himself. He knows he’s too noisy, can feel the familiar rumble in his chest as he speaks; recognizes shouldn’t be yelling at you, that you’re just trying to help. But here you are, stuck teaching him how to maneuver and communicate a world without his hearing, and it’s much easier to yell at you than to face the fact that he might never hear again.

“Making you some food.” You look at him as if it’s obvious because to you it is. What else would you be doing in his kitchen, his refrigerator door open as you grab eggs out of it? He doesn’t say anything, just nods and stares straight ahead, pretending you’re not there anymore. You roll your eyes, searching his cabinets for a frying pan, preparing tamagoyaki for the two of you. When it’s done, you find two plates to put it on. They’re surprisingly pretty, eggshell blue with small waves detailing the outside.

You walk the two plates over to the table, catching Katuski’s attention with your movement. “Come eat.” You gesture at the food on the table.

“Not hungry.” He responds, turning around on the couch so he can’t see you.

You sigh, wondering when your job ever turned into babysitting. “Just come eat.” You respond exasperatedly, standing in front of him.

“Not hungry.” He signs more forcefully, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he looks at you as if you’re a nuisance.

You throw your hands up in the air exasperatedly, “Why are you doing this?” You’ve seen newly deaf people act like this before; you know that this change is hard, but can’t fathom why he would just want to stay like this. Why he would refuse to do anything to help himself, to make his way into the world and learn to communicate.

Katsuki says nothing, just avoids your gaze and stares out the window, his garnet eyes dark and dangerous as he forces his mind into a different world.

“Today you’re learning a new word.” You crouch again in front of him, attempting to take his hands in yours to guide him. He takes his hands back reflexively, sneering at you. It hurts you briefly and makes your eyes sting; you’ve only wanted to help him, you can’t consider yourself to be a good teacher if you don’t, despite how reluctant you were to come here. You sigh, standing up and asking him where the bathroom is. He gestures vaguely down the hall at you and you try not to run to it, wiping the sudden tears from your eyes as you lock the door.

When you come back from the bathroom Katsuki is at the table, using his chopsticks to push around half eaten tamagoyaki. He looks up briefly when you come in before looking back down at his food, his mouth set in a thin line. You realize that since he can’t hear, he probably kept staring until you returned. It makes you feel odd when you notice this, a strange warmth tugging at your heart; not sure of what to think of Katsuki waiting for you to come back. It makes you wonder, for a brief moment, if there’s more to him than anger issues and stubborn pride. You walk over and gently sit in the chair next to him, picking up your chopsticks to eat.

You can’t help but smile at him, can’t help the flicker of hope that grows in your chest that maybe his walls can crumble down eventually. He signs, almost making you drop your chopsticks. “What’s the new word?”

You hold your hands out, motioning for him to give you his. He stares at you for a moment, hesitant and distrusting before he reluctantly puts his hands in yours. Gently, you guide him through the motion of the word, letting go of him after a few times and signing it yourself as Katsuki clumsily follows along with you.

“What does this mean?” He asks, a confused expression on his face.

“Hero.” you spell out for him. He frowns, shifting his eyes back down to his food. Uncomfortable and reminiscent. You tap his shoulder, motioning for him to look at you. “You’re still a hero, Bakugou.” He doesn’t respond, just goes back to pushing food around on his plate, corners of his lips twitching downwards.

He nudges you after a few moments, his face twisted in an unreadable expression, still guarded in the way his eyes flicker towards you. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

—————————————————

It’s not technically in your job description to clean your students apartment, but there’s something about Katsuki that makes you want to do this. Maybe it’s the constant look of sadness in his eyes, the way he’s always fumbling with his hands in his lap before he responds to you; the subtle effort he makes when you teach him. How defeat radiates off him in waves, suffocating you with him, and threatening to drown you both. It could be the way he almost looks eager this time when you walk in the door, before expertly hiding it behind a stony expression.

The dishes are piling up. It’s not a good learning environment, you tell yourself as you scrub at the plates; the hot water keeping your thoughts grounded. Katsuki went to his room as soon as you came in, leaving you alone.What else are you supposed to do with someone who clearly doesn’t want to learn? You might as well clean up his space, at least your time isn’t wasted doing this. Being productive, being helpful. You sigh through your nose, hyperfocusing on a stubborn spot that just refuses to come clean.

You jump slightly when you feel his warm hand on your shoulder, gently moving you. He picks up a towel, motioning with his hand to give him the wet plate. He dries it, setting it in the dish rack before extending his hand again towards you. You stay like this for a while, comfortable silence between the two of you as you both work together; cleaning up the dishes as if it can fix what’s happened to Katsuki. It won’t, you both know this, but you’re both okay with pretending. Okay with the game the both of you are playing. You put a spoon under the faucet, the water pressure too high and you get sprayed, soaking the front of your sweater.

You’re shocked when it happens, staring at the water soaking your sweater dumbly and cursing internally. You forget your irritation when you hear a noise. It’s warm and bubbling, and it feels like healing. It’s Katsuki’s laugh, a loud and boisterous sound you’ve never heard and it feels magical. Feels like a step in the right direction, feels like things are changing and you can’t help but laugh with him; your giggles starting out low and building into a full laugh, the both of you doubling over clutching your sides until tears leak from your eyes.

Before you leave, he tells you to call him Katsuki.

—————————————————

“We’re going out today.” You tell Katsuki this morning. He looks at you irritatedly, but the curiosity in his eyes gives him away. A spark of who you imagine he used to be.

“What do you mean?” He responds, a questioning look on his face.

“I mean we’re getting out today. You’ve been cooped up too long. Let’s go somewhere else. There’s someone I want you to meet. It’s not far, we can walk there.” He stares at you, his resolve slightly crumbling at the insistence in your eyes. “Please?”

“Who the hell is so important that I have to go and meet them? Can’t they just come here?”

“Bakugou-“ You roll your eyes at him, irritation threatening to boil over and ruin today’s plans.

“And I told you to call me Katsuki, dammit.” He huffs.

“Katsuki,” You beg again, slightly stomping your foot. “please?”

He stares at you for a moment, trying to decide if this is still worth fighting. “Fine.”

It’s cold today -much colder than you realized as you walk down the street- Katsuki looks miserable, but at least warm; wrapped up in a scarf that covers half his face and a puffy jacket that matches his eyes. He catches you staring, noticing the red on your cheeks from the biting wind. “Dumbass, it’s cold out. Didn’t you bring a scarf or anything?”

You shake your head at him, wondering when he became so concerned for you. “The trains are warm, and not far from your apartment. The wind wasn’t as bad this morning so I dressed lighter today.”

He stops on the sidewalk, rolling his eyes as he takes off his scarf. You tilt your head, hands raising to ask him what he’s doing before he’s wrapping it tightly around your neck, making sure to cover the parts of your face the wind has started to chafe. His mouth is twisted in concentration, but his eyes are soft and full of concern. “Idiot.” He signs. “I’m freezing just looking at you.” You feel warm instantly. “You didn’t bring gloves either? Are you always this underdressed?” You can hear him sigh in frustration, holding out his arm. “Wrap your hand around my arm. I’ll keep you warm.”

“Thank you.” You tell him as you hook your hand around his arm, grateful that the scarf covers your smile and the heat that creeps up your face. “It’s not too much farther, just around the corner.” You nod in the direction as Katsuki starts to walk forward, rounding the corner in a companionable silence. You wonder if Katsuki hates the cold, if it limits his quirk. You make a mental note to ask him later, to teach him how to sign his hero name and the names of quirks.

You nudge him when you both find yourself in front of a small home. It’s quiet, a nondescript place that he probably would’ve never noticed. You walk up the cracked steps, knocking on the door. Fate itself is at work, when Kou opens it. He grins at you, his eyes growing to the size of saucers and his hands moving at an incredible pace when he sees Katsuki next to you. “Kou!” You laugh. “Slow down, and let us in. It’s cold out here.” He nods, moving out of the way so you both can enter the doorway, the warmth of the home enveloping your body.

Katsuki stares at the 7 year old, still trying to piece together why he’s here as he slips off his shoes. He watches you laugh with the boy, 2 sets of hands moving faster than he can comprehend.

He looks away when you catch him staring, his arms folding as if to ask you why he’s here. “Katsuki, this is my nephew, Kou. He’s deaf and you’re his favorite hero.” Hero. There’s that word again. It feels like something he lost his hold of; like he’s stuck watching as it sinks further and further away from him.

Kou looks at Katsuki awestruck, staring at him with big and expectant eyes. Katsuki waves at him, squatting on his haunches to be at eye level. Kou’s boldness disappears in that moment, taking to hiding behind your legs. You smile at him encouragingly, nodding your head towards Katsuki. “He’s still learning, Kou. Go slow.”

“I heard I was your favorite hero?” Katsuki asks him, the ghost of a smile playing at his lips; his face softening slightly, almost looking like the person that you used to see on tv broadcasts.

“Not was,” Kou responds indignantly, his eyes bright and excited as he grins at Katsuki, “you are my favorite hero. I wanna be a hero too.”

Katsuki realizes in this moment what your plan was all along. Is he going to tell this child, this kid that idolizes him, that Dynamite isn’t a hero anymore because he’s deaf? Is he going to put a limit on his dreams, tell him that heroes need to have all 5 senses to save someone, even though Katsuki believes that about himself. Vermillion eyes flash over to you and you squirm under his piercing gaze, not realizing that he would’ve pieced it together so quickly. You shrug slightly at him, finally meeting his eyes as if to dare him to answer.

“You can be anything you want to be, kid. No matter what.” Katsuki tells him firmly, believing it more for Kou than he does for himself.

Kou beams at him, as bright and blinding as the sun, soaking up Katsuki’s belief in him. “Do you really think so?”

Katsuki looks at you again, his face almost morphing into a grimace; brows furrowed and lips twisted in a frown. You feel bad for a moment, wondering if this is too much too soon. Wondering if you should’ve been the one to make Katsuki face this. Your heart stops when Katsuki’s hands start moving again, quieting all the doubt you had and watering the seed of hope in your chest.

“Yes, Kou. I really think so.”

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You broke a plate today.

It was an accident, of course. The plate was hot with the breakfast you had cooked for Katsuki, slipping effortlessly out of your grasp. What you didn’t realize, not until he stared at the plate broken and shattered on the floor, was he turned at the sound.

“You heard that?”

“Yes.” He nods, looking slightly out of breath, hope threatening to break through on his face. The doctor told him this might happen, told him that there’s an off chance of healing. He’s still scared of it though, scared of yet another change taking over his world and shattering him; scared of the flicker of warmth that grows in his chest, taking a hold of his throat like a noose.

“Your ear canal is healing.” You tell him dumbly, treading carefully and gauging his face for reaction.

“The doctor said this might happen. That my right ear could heal a little bit. I barely heard the crash, despite how loud it must’ve been.” His signs lazily, sloppily. His hands are shaking as he looks at you. Almost scared and helpless. He’s hoped for this, ached for months over this. But now it’s happening, a metaphorical rug being ripped out from underneath him again and now he’s unsure what to feel.

“Hey, whatever happens, happens. I’m still here to help you maneuver through the world.” You smile at him. It’s simple, carefree, as effortless and free as floating in a pool mid summer. He knows it’s true, that you mean it. There’s something so pure about the way you look at him, something that makes him feel less alone during a new beginning. Katsuki feels full of hope, an emotion he’s always considered dangerous. But it seems safer for him to feel when you’re feeling it with him.

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“Why are we here?” Katsuki asks you, his eyes camouflaged through garnet colored frames. It’s nice today, the first day that actually feels like spring and you practically dragged Katsuki to the beach, hoping that the news of his eardrum starting to heal would make him more open to going out.

“It’s nice out. And I haven’t been to the beach in a while.” You respond simply, peering at him from the corner of your eye. He looks unsure, his eyes moving from you to the waves that crash against the sand. Brutal and all consuming, dragging everything with it as it moves; too much like Katsuki, the way you feel him wash over you, all consuming and gently powerful. Despite working with Katsuki for a few months now, the intricacies of his mind are still a mystery to you. As unknown to you as the secrets at the bottom of the ocean, making you feel like something, as if you’re more than a void to fill.

“How’s Kou doing?” He asks you suddenly, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Good.” You tell him. Truthfully he’s never been better, constantly pretending to save you from villains, his dream of being a hero renewed thanks to Katsuki. “He’s been asking when he’ll get to see you again. He’s my nephew, but I think he likes you more than me.” Katsuki says nothing, just gives you a slight nod of his head in acknowledgement as he watches the sun turn once white clouds into beautiful sherbet shades of orange and pink.

“Can we go soon? I can’t hear anything, the waves are silent, despite my healing ear. What’s the point?” You hear him huff, the corners of his mouth threatening to turn into a frown.

You take a moment before responding, the setting sun reflecting on the ocean and threatening to blind you. There’s something about sunset that’s always captivated you, something magical about the way it holds the world in limbo.“There’s still the sun. The way sand feels on your body. The salty scent of the ocean. Hearing isn’t everything.” You bump into his shoulder with yours, making his focus snap to you again.“Will you go back to hero work?”

“You can hear the children screaming in the distance, but I can’t. Despite it not being too far. My ear is healing but tones are hard to differentiate. I have to focus on everything just to hear a sliver of what comes easily to you. How could I be a hero?” Katsuki’s mouth is in a thin line, his face setting into stone. “You’re so bright and hopeful, it’s almost naive. You really think I can do anything, do you?”

“Yes,” you respond simply. “I do.”

He doesn’t acknowledge your words, just frowns slightly. “I’ve been an ass lately. Hardly worth teaching.” You’re taken aback for a moment, wondering when Katsuki started to feel safe enough to show these sides of himself. Wondering if he knows how brightly he shines to you. He pushes his sunglasses up onto his head, his eyes looking like they’re on fire as the last rays of light hit them.

Your hand moves on its own accord, taking his gently. You’re surprised when he doesn’t move away or flinch. You stare at it, your fingers tracing the lines on his palm. “Never. Not if it’s you.” You mean it, truly. Hoping that maybe one day you’ll see all the layers of Bakugou Katsuki; the inner workings of his mind and the softness that lays underneath.

You both watch the sunset in silence, his hand never leaving yours.

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“I got you something.” You tell Katsuki when you enter his apartment that night, the gift delicately held in your hand. It’s a small flat box, wrapped with bright orange paper and tied with a black bow, keeping its contents secret and safe.

“Why?” He looks at you with a frown, his eyes staring at you intently.

“It’s nothing big,” You tell him, handing the small box to him with a smile. “It’s something just in case you ever go back to hero work. You get your hearing aids tomorrow. Maybe you’ll feel differently.”

He’s distrusting when he holds the box, his eyes hesitant as they flicker to yours. He cradles it in his hands for a moment, staring at it intently. “What if I never go back? What if I’m never ready?”

“That’s okay too.” You tell him, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you place your hand in his. He squeezes it once, twice before letting go, returning his focus to the box in his lap. He unwraps it gingerly, not even tearing the paper apart as he unwraps it. His face falls when he opens the box -it’s his hero mask, modified with strings down the sides to have attachable ear plugs- and you’re scared for a moment if he hates it. If this was an awful and painful idea, before both of his hands reach out to grab you and pull you tight to his chest. Your eyes water immediately, soft chuckle escaping your lips as you tuck your head under his chin.

“Are you hungry?” You ask, wiping away your own tears and pulling away from him.

“Yes.” He smiles at you. “Do you want help?”

“Absolutely.” You beam back at him, momentarily shocked at his willingness to help you.

You never knew that Katsuki would be so helpful in the kitchen, expertly dicing up vegetables with ease. It’s nice like this, companionable. Dangerously domestic as he places his hand on the small of your back to gently move you around.

“What kind of cheese is that?” He asks as he slices some carrots while you cut up pieces of cheese.

“Manchego. It’s a sheep cheese from Spain, one of my favorites.”

“Can I have some?”

“Of course.” You thinly slice a piece for him, holding it in between your thumb and index to him. You expect him to grab it from you but he doesn’t, opting instead to eat it out of your hand; his lips brushing against your fingers for a brief moment. You can’t help the warmth that rises to your face. When his half lidded eyes raise to meet yours, all you can do is blink owlishly at him before a grin slowly crawls over his face and you reflexively grin back at him. The both of you smiling at eachother, almost looking stupid and full of warmth. You’re the one that breaks eye contact first, returning your focus back to cutting slices of cheese and fruit.

You can’t help but wonder as you cut, your brow subconsciously furrowing as your lips press together in a hard line, at how sustainable this is, how you can keep teaching him as these feelings bubble up in your chest. Katsuki tugs on you by the belt loop in your jeans, breaking you out of your thoughts.

He kisses you, softly molding his lips with yours, warmth spreading down to your toes as he brings his hands up to entangle with your hair. You groan when he tugs on it, your mouth opening to give him the opportunity to slide his tongue in, gentle and exploring. When he pulls back, a little trail of saliva connecting the both of you, his eyes half lidded and blown with lust as he silently asks for more. You nod at him, half dragging him to his bedroom. It’s the first time you’ve been in here. It’s nice, the room is only occupied with a large bed and two barren nightstands. Your attention is brought back to him when he pulls you close by your hips, swallowing you in a desperate and hungry kiss. You sigh into his mouth, your hands pressed gently onto his chest and guiding him to the bed.

You feel clumsy and unpracticed when your hands unbutton his jeans, he has to help you, lifting his body to shimmy his pants down as you sink down to your knees, his cock springing out freely. It’s impressive, thick with veins running down the sides; his tip red and pretty as a bead of pre rolls off the top. He whines when you tease him with a gentle kitten lick across the tip, damn near looking like he’s going to cry. You take his cock in your mouth, fitting as much of his impressive girth as you can; your hand wrapping around what you can’t fit. You hollow your cheeks, and bop your head up and down as he throws his head back with a hiss, his hands moving into your hair with a low grunt as he bucks gently into your mouth. He shudders when your tongue traces his veins, his grip tightening in your hair almost painfully before he pulls you off of him.

He picks you up with one hand, unceremoniously throwing you onto the bed and crawling on all fours to you. “Please.” He begs, vermillion eyes soft and pleading. “Let me take care of you.” You nod, allowing his calloused hands to gently pull your panties down. He makes eye contact briefly before he laps at your folds, his tongue dipping into your soaked cunt and moving your essence around. His hand holds your hips in place, gentle yet firm as his tongue runs circles around your clit, the motion sending little jolts of electricity running through your body. He tentatively places two fingers inside your cunt, humming with satisfaction at how easily he’s able to slide them in, his fingers finding that perfect spot inside you so easily. It doesn’t take long for you to come undone around him; your toes curling in the sheets as you gasp, body spasming around his fingers. He sits up, looking almost smug as he wipes your essence of his face, a cocky smile you haven’t seen him don in a long while.

He lines his cock up with your entrance, pumping it with one hand as his eyes meet yours; silently asks for consent. You nod, wiggling your hips in an effort to entice him. He smiles softly, plunging into your aching pussy with a hiss. You both collide in that moment -his hand entangled in yours- the way every thrust in you he makes and your hips eagerly raising to meet his communicate every unspoken word held between you. He’s gentle, how much he cares for you being shown in every gasp and sigh that escapes from his lips, the low groans that come from deep in his chest when your hips meet his. How hungry he looks down at himself plunging back and forth into you. His pace quickens after a few moments, becoming eager and more hungry as his other hand entangles in your hair, pounding into you as he whimpers softly in your hair. When he cums, you cum with him, both of your bodies spasming and throbbing together in tandem. You both lay like this for a moment, Katsuki still inside you as you both catch your breath, never willing to break apart. You feel empty when he finally does, motioning for you to stay put when he leaves the room after carelessly throwing on some sweatpants. It takes you a moment to realize you hear a bath running. He comes back, gently stroking your brow and cradling you to his chest when he lifts you.

Katsuki treats you like porcelin when he sets you into the bath, noticing how your face relaxes as the heat envelopes you. He takes a rag, dunking it into the water to wet it and begins scrubbing at your skin, carefully washing away all the cum dried to your body. You tug at his shirt “Join me?”

You both know he’s not good at saying no to you, so he does; slipping off his clothing as you move forward to give him room to sit behind you. He pulls your back to his chest, continuing to scrub at you. He can feel your contented hums vibrating on his chest as he works, can smell the apple scented shampoo in your hair as he presses his cheek to yours. Your eyes are half lidded as he works his way down your arms, your chest and legs, using a touch so gentle it almost feels like a ghost is touching you. It’s amazing to you, all the small miracles that lead you to this moment, the little things that brought you here today. He plays with your hair, making a small braid as he hums some song only the two of you will ever know. You start to fall asleep, surrounded by him and the lingering warmth of the bath. Katsuki picks you up, gently cradling you in his arms like you’ll break as he lays you in his bed.

“I’m so glad to have you, Katsuki.” You say, your hands clumsy as sleep starts to take over you.

He knows you mean it, that you mean everything you tell him. He trusts you, even more than he even trusts himself. It’s terrifying to him for a moment, that he’s unknowingly placed so much of his heart in your hands but looking at you, your soft eyes and kind smile he knows he has nothing to be afraid of. He decides if he could keep one moment to last forever, it would be this one with you safe and delicate as Katsuki presses you into his ribcage; warm and comforted in between the creases of his skin. There’s a silent promise between the two of you in this moment: you’ll keep him safe, and he’ll keep you warm.

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“Are you ready?” You ask, searching his face for doubt. He swallows thickly and nods at you.

It’s overwhelming when your delicate hand flips the switch on his hearing aid. Everything is so loud to him, the worst type of crescendo reaching his ears; the squeals of children playing in the park, the agonizing barking of the dog across the street and the roar of cars driving by. It’s awful, something once familiar terrifying him and overwhelming him. He brings up a shaky hand, practically ripping it out of his ear as he takes deep breaths. He’s been dying to be the person he was before the accident, before his world sounded like everything was under water and he was sinking along with it. Katsuki hates this, hates this weak feeling in his stomach, the overwhelming sound plaguing his ears and threatening to make his head split from the brutal attack.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, grabbing both of his hands in yours as you search his eyes. You’ve never seen him so scared, he looks like a child leaving home for the first time. Terrified. Alone. Experiencing a world that moved on without him, a place that never went silent. You bring your hands up to his cheeks, gently coaxing him to look at you.

“It’s so loud.” He signs back to you clumsily, blinking fast to keep tears of frustration at bay. “Can we go somewhere quieter?” You nod at him, taking his hand and leading him into a patch of woods at the edge of the park. You trudge deeper with him, your hand clasped firmly in his until the sounds of the park are far away.

“Are you ready?” You ask, the hearing aid in your hand weighing the both of you down. It feels like the end of something and for some reason you’re scared too, scared of a world that’s loud with him.

He nods at you to put the hearing aid in, telling you with his eyes yet again he’s too scared to do it himself. You place it gingerly in his ear, shaky breaths escaping his lips when he feels your fingers. When you flip the switch, Katsuki feels like he’s finally coming up from water, like he can finally expand his lungs and breathe.

There’s so many sounds he never realized he’d forgotten; the sound of leaves crunching under your feet as you back away from him, the way the wind caresses the trees, and birds. God, he can’t remember the last time he was so happy to hear the sounds birds made, these sounds of nature that he took for granted everyday. He can hear cars rushing down the street, the giggles of children playing and the creak of the swings.

“How….how are you feeling?” You ask. It takes him a minute to realize that the voice he is hearing is yours, a voice he’s been so desperate to hear that sounds so much better than he’s ever imagined. He looks at you, your eyes full of water and he realizes that he was even able to hear your smile, the concern lacing your words as you watch him.

He opens his mouth to speak, feeling gravel in his throat when he tries to form words but he doesn’t know what to say. You watch him collapse, the sound of his knees hitting the floor of the woods sounding so loud and in this moment he’s never been more grateful for a breakdown. You hold him, collapsing with him as waves crash over him. Building and breaking down as he sobs against your chest. Making him feel safe, warm, comforted and most importantly whole. He clutches into your shirt until his knuckles turn white, holding onto you like he’ll sink without you, like you’re a lifesaver that’s been tossed to him in the middle of the sea. He’s a mess, sobbing into your shirt and muttering thank you, over and over again like a mantra, like he’s forgotten how to say anything else. As if you saved him, pieced him back together every time he broke apart but the reality is that he saved you as much as you saved him. You’re both broken people crashing into each other over and over again just looking for a hand to hold in a vast sea as waves threaten to drown you both. Maybe this is what you needed, what you both needed; to be washed over and broken, only for the waves to pull back so you can both piece yourself together.

“It’s okay, Katsuki.” You whisper into his hair, wiping your tears away with your sleeve. “I’m here.”

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Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

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Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mention of masturbation

A/N: Wow, so it looks like I am unable of making short fics, haha. I planed for this to be a one-shot but it’s already this long and I don’t want to bore you guys with long fics so I will make a second part and a third if needed but I doubt. I really hope you guys like this one. Feedback is very much appreciated.

      Y/N was tapping her finger on the desk, her head resting in her palm. She was watching the professor walk around in front of the class explaining something but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was filled with thoughts about whether or not she was going to get the role. 

      Some people from her university that were majoring in Film Production had to write a script for a short movie and the best five got chosen to be produced. Initially, she believed that only Theater and Film Majors could participate at the auditions but the administration of the school made an announcement one morning informing them that everyone could take part in the audition process. That meant she had to deal with more competitors for the role she wanted.

      Initially, Y/N was the only one who wanted to audition for the main role of one of the movies since people didn’t really catch its concept that well. When the audition day finally came, one Modern Dance major showed up out of nowhere and auditioned as well. The apparition of that particular character made her blood boil with anger.

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