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[kaalogii]

— sleepless (bakugo x reader x todoroki)

the night is young, let’s start a fire.

warnings: angst + implied cheating + language

“Cheap ass sheets!” Katsuki sneered as he attempted to locate a cool spot atop the sheets for what seemed like the millionth time tonight.

He had about gotten tired of his skin sticking to the newly bought sheets that had promised him a “cool nights rest.” Though he knew his lack of sleep had more to it than false advertisement.

After a few more tosses and turns, the blond had given up and threw himself out of bed. Katsuki had gotten himself to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He chugged the water until it was finished, setting the empty glass onto the counter. He eyes the keys he had earlier set on the counter next to him, debating his next move.

He knew he wasn’t known for being level-headed, but this topped everything he has done in the past. Though there is one exception to the statement.

Katsuki was aware that he was in the driver’s seat of his car, but it was a surprise when he found himself driving down the familiar neighborhood he swore he had driven down about a million times now. He stopped across the street, staying parked under the dimly lit street light he had complained about after each visit. It was always something about your safety.

Katsuki watched the window of the darkened apartment located across the street he was parked in, hoping and waiting for any type of movement. He knew it was hopeless. He couldn’t control the sobs breaking from his throat while clenching the steering wheel as an attempt to ease his outburst, but he knew it was already too late.

As his loud sobs softened, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. With semi-shaky hands, Katsuki unlocked his phone and searched through the contacts. His thumb hovered over your name, hesitant as he tried to get himself to think clearly.

He couldn’t.

The phone had rung a total of three times before Katsuki decided the best option was to hang up, until the call had been answered before he could.

“Hello?” The voice, unexpected to be heard by Katsuki had sleepily answered. Katsuki froze, not realizing he had been taking too long to respond. “Goodbye-“

“No,” Katsuki muttered into the phone. His knuckles turning white as he clenched the steering wheel. “How is Y/N?” He choked out. Katsuki could hear shuffling from the other end of the line and a few seconds later, a door being gently closed.

“It’s been years, Bakugo. I wouldn’t have thought someone like you would still be trying to find a way back into Y/N’s life. Not after what you’ve done,” Their response had Katsuki bite his tongue. The guilt he had felt years ago had began to overwhelm him. He punched the steering wheel in frustration.

“I know I fucked up, Todoroki. Okay? I fucking know that. I’m reminded about it every single damn day. They don’t say it, but I can see it in their eyes that they resent me for hurting their friend. Especially my best friend— shit he’s been disappointed in me since that day,” Katsuki clenched his jaw.

“That’s your fault,” Shoto spat out, becoming irritated with the blond he currently had been speaking with on the other line. “You should be used to living with that type of guilt now,”

Katsuki shakily breathed in as he tried to contain the bubbling anger rising in him as well as the sobs surely trying to fight their way out. “I said I’m sorry. I know my apology is never going to be enough, but I just need to know if there’s a chance Y/N won’t hate me anymore in the future,”

Shouto sighed. He gently pressed his ear to the closed door, walking away as soon as he heard your soft snores continue in the night. “Y/N never hated you and doesn’t, even now. Y/N’s just hurt. You not only were unfaithful, but you degraded Y/N once Y/N was aware of your actions,”

Katsuki choked back a sob, the memory forever etched into the only thing he’s ever regretted in his life. The memory he continuously dwelled on had taken place years ago where he had been in one of the darkest places since becoming a hero. Not only did he feel stuck at his current seat in the hero ranks, he knew there was little hope that he could climb to the top. Knowing this, he had become obsessed with finding ways to reach the highest rank. Then at last, he had found a way; he had thought. Katsuki’s vision had blurred, his thoughts only filled with the promise of the top rank as he pleasured the individual who had given him a false promise.

“If I could take it all back. I fucking would without a second thought. You have to believe me Todoroki!” Katsuki had sobbed, the memory of the event had pushed him over the edge. “I love Y/N. I’ve always loved Y/N and I always will,”

“This is the last time you’ll be able to attempt communication with Y/N. I’ll give you the privilege of knowing that Y/N and I will be moving,” Shoto closed the blinds he had been peeking through. He almost pitied Katsuki while he watched his meltdown across the street from his and your shared home. Shoto ended the call, ignoring Katsuki’s pleads. Following the action, he blocked the number.

“Baby? Shoto?” Shoto glanced over to the figure walking out of the shared bedroom. Your face still holding full exhaustion as you only managed to peek at Shoto with one eye. You yawned, rubbing your eyes gently to get a clear look at Shoto.

Shoto sweetly smiled at you, walking toward you. “I got thirsty,” you nodded in response as Shoto grasped your hands within his own before leading you back to bed with him. Shoto ensured you had been comfortable when you had gotten in bed. He had placed his arms around you and played with your delicate fingers until your soft snores had sounded once more.

Shoto had been grateful to Katsuki for one reason. Without Katsuki’s fuckup, Shoto wouldn’t have had the privilege to be loved by you. He kissed the top of your head as he gently ran his thumb over your ring finger, feeling the ring he had placed upon your finger months prior. Without Katsuki’s fuckup, Shoto also wouldn’t have the privilege of marrying you in a few days.

[kaalogii]

— heartbeat (shinsou x reader)

he’s oh-so-sick in love with you.

warnings: none

Another lunch hour had slowly passed as Shinsou was left to fumble with his fingers. The sickening feeling he had felt in his stomach had stopped him from having any type of appetite, keeping him from even glancing at his lunch. The feeling had only worsened once you had settled down across him. The gentle smile on your face nearly caused him to choke.

“Are you okay, Sou?” Your voice laced with concern as you narrowed your eyes at the paled boy. When Shinsou didn’t give a verbal or physical reply to your question, you reached over with a hand and placed the backside onto his forehead.

Shinsou’s breath hitched when he felt the warm, soft skin being met with his own heated, slick skin. He hadn’t realized he had been profusely sweating until he faintly heard you voice your concern over the now aware fact. When you pulled your hand away, he felt a tinge of disappointment.

“I think you should go-“

“No, I’m fine,” Shinsou choked out, quickly shutting down your coming suggestion to visit Recovery Girl. He had difficulty getting himself to tell you that his current state wasn’t from being physically ill, but from you.

You pushed your lunch toward Shinsou. “You look like you need it more than I do,”

Shinsou shook his head, declining your offer. His heart suddenly becoming fuller. If you only knew the full extent of the affect you had on him.

“Baby, please,” You pleaded, picking up a portion of your lunch with the chopsticks and pushing it in the direction of Shinsou’s mouth.

Shinsou, knowing he was defeated, had parted his lips enough for you to feed him. You had retracted the chopsticks and watched to make sure Shinsou would chew and swallow the bite, ensuring he would receive some nutrition.

He smirked, his action relieving you. Shinsou debated speaking. He had planned his words for weeks but for some reason he knew today, right at this moment: it was going to happen.

Shinsou had usually been cocky when it came to you and often teased you. You usually had been the one becoming a flushed mess with Shinsou’s purposeful teasing, yet he had been coming undone with just the way you just were in this moment and every moment before.

He knew he always had the upper hand when it came to you. Shinsou had been the first to make a move, after all. A few months had passed and Shinsou always felt thankful that you had agreed to become his.

From the moment he had first met you, he knew. In this moment, as you continued to ramble on about your boyfriend’s self care and urged him to eat; he knew.

“I am in love with you, Y/N,”

Shinsou closed his eyes, not wanting to see your facial reaction. He felt maybe it was too early to be professing love at this age, but he didn’t know what else to call it.

“Shinsou,” He opened his eyes at your voice. His heart jumped at your teary eyes which contrasted the blinding smile on your lips. You pushed both of your lunches to side, reaching over to grasp Shinsou’s larger hands in your own. Shinsou watched as your lips moved, unable to piece the words coming so sweetly from your mouth.

You gently rubbed circles into Shinsou’s hand with your thumb, a small laugh coming from you as you noticed Shinsou not react to your words.

“You heard me,” You stood up after speaking, knowing that your words must have missed his hearing. You leaned over the table to stop just before bumping heads with your boyfriend. The breath Shinsou had held in his throat had tickled your nose.

“Sorry,” Shinsou whispered, gently placing his large hands at the sides of your face. He smirked as you batted your lashes, slowly. “Could you repeat that?”

“I am in love with you too, Hitoshi.”

Shinsou closed the gap between the two of you with a tender kiss. Your intimate relationship had only begun months ago, but Shinsou knew he had and would always love you.

[kaalogii]

— needle and thread (yami sukehiro x reader x damnatio kira)

one crushes you like his cigarettes as the other, strangely, has the kinder heart.

warnings: slight angst

Soft fingertips glided delicately along rough stone walls. The owner paced their steps through the halls as they listened intently to the stories being echoed throughout. Their presence generously acknowledged by those who came across them, though their response had been a pained smile. 

“Pardon me for disrupting your stroll, but Chairman Kira has requested your presence in the garden,” A servant of House Kira had suddenly informed Y/N, breaking them out of their thoughts. 

“Yes, thank you. I’ll be on my way,” Y/N moved their occupied hand to their side, missing the rough texture as they ventured to the garden to accompany Damnatio Kira. They maneuvered through the castle walls with ease, once again lost within their own thoughts. 

Y/N had lost count of the days or ...could it have been months? Whichever it may have been, Y/N wasn’t exactly time focused, nor bothered to be. All that had been important to Y/N was fulfilling their duties in the Clover Kingdom. House Kira had been kind enough to offer their home as a stepping stone for peace to the eldest child of a neighboring kingdom. 

If only Y/N had remained obedient and loyal to their royal duties, their mind would be free from pressing personal issues. Though, Y/N had been granted free will from their own kingdom and the Clover Kingdom, they wished they hadn’t strayed afar from the nobles. Then perhaps they wouldn’t have met Yami Sukehiro. 

Their meeting had purely been an accident. Though Yami had convinced it to be fate. Y/N had strayed away from their escort in the beginning of their stay in the Clover Kingdom due to their natural curiosity of the kingdom they’ve learned of in their youth. Yami had once again been on the search for his wild animals and took a sudden interest to the strange individual that peacefully stumbled upon his, secretly, beloved pets. 

It had been at that point on where their many secret rendezvous’ had begun. Y/N had been new to the idea of love, unsure of what it truly holds. Young and naive, Y/N blindly stepped into the abyss, only holding onto the strand of thread Yami allowed. 

“You look troubled” Damnatio Kira’s voice broke Y/N from their thoughts. They weakly smiled as Damnatio stood from his seat to pull theirs. As Y/N got comfortably seated, Damnatio returned to his own, silently eyeing Y/N. “Are you unhappy here?”

“No,” Y/N had been honest as they reached for their teacup to take a much needed drink. Damnatio had hummed in response, taking a drink of his own. The pleasant combination of gentle waterfall and the chirping of birds had comfortably drowned the silence between them. 

“I summoned you here out of the servants concerns,” Damnatio returned his teacup to the table, catching Y/N’s attention. “Normally I wouldn’t be bothered with quizzical issues being brought to my attention. Especially from servants, but the mention of your name had resulted in the exception,” Y/N placed her teacup onto the table, bringing her hands to her lap. “Our duty is to keep you comfortable and safe, for the sake of our kingdoms,” 

“Yes, I understand,”

“The members of my family had left your care in my hands at the beginning of this arrangement. I concluded you to be a responsible adult and let the rumors of your rendezvous with foreign scum to be a temporary phase. Though it seems as though it is not the case. Am I correct?” 

Y/N fumbled with their fingers, averting their gaze from Damnatio’s fierce one. They took notice of the difference in angered expressions they received from Damnatio to Yami’s. Though Yami had only directed anger toward Y/N on the many occasions of Y/N expressing their love for the man. Y/N continued to do so, concluding that anger had been Yami’s choice to express his feelings for the individual. 

“I love him,” Y/N softly blurted loud enough for Damnatio to hear. 

“You love him?” Damnatio had been amused. “Absolute beauty of royal blood loving foreign scum? A disgrace. That isn’t even the worst of it, correct? I’ll answer for you.” Y/N returned their gaze onto Damnatio, focusing onto green eyes. “Surely you’ve heard the rumors. Even I have heard them all. Yami Sukehiro does not love you,” Y/N flinched. 

Damnatio’s words pierced Y/N’s heart although they knew his words had been true. The rumors had begun as soon as Yami and Y/N had their first interaction. They, themselves, had been warned by the members of Yami’s squad to be wary of their captain’s true intentions. Their words and warnings hadn’t been enough, for Y/N had been too far down in the abyss to think otherwise. 

“Now that one subject is out of the way,” Y/N listened to Damnatio as his tone changed. “It appears our families have been working with one another, which I assume we would both agree to be excellent progress in terms of our kingdoms,” Y/N hummed in agreement. “Both sides have agreed to take a step to complete the alliance between our kingdoms by proposing the idea of marriage between you and I,” 

“Marriage?” Y/N searched for any indication that Damnatio’s words were false, finding none they awaited for him to continue. 

“I agree that this is sudden, but I did not dismiss the proposal when it was presented to me. I believe this is a good opportunity for us. I understand you may feel opposed to the idea, but I ask you to carefully think over the proposal,” Damnatio studied Y/N, expecting an outburst but received none. 

“A word of advice,” Damnatio continued. “Don’t allow your naivety to control your emotions. I assume you are smarter than you currently present yourself to be and you are willing to listen to information presented in these rumors you hear about regarding your unfortunate situation with Yami Sukehiro,” Damnatio watched as Y/N tensed. “If you’re looking for love and if you consider the proposal given to us by our kingdoms, I will devout myself in learning to love you as you deserve,” 

Y/N had risen from their seat. “I am grateful for your concern. If you could excuse me for a moment, I have much to think about,”

Damnatio nodded, silently watching as Y/N disappeared from his eyesight. 

The sudden situation had added onto the troubles Y/N had been dealing with in their inner monologue. As they battled the concerns, they were unaware of the location their legs had been leading them to. 

Deep down, Y/N had known the “love” Yami Sukehiro had shown them was nothing more than filling the void for his own loneliness. Along the way, Y/N had mistaken his words and actions for something deeper than what they had been. Yami had twisted their perception to the newfound idea of love into what he decided for them to believe. As a result, Y/N had blindly given everything to the man in every form; emotionally and physically. To the outside, and to Yami’s knowledge, Y/N had been another pet of his he held onto with a simple piece of thread. At anytime, Yami could break the connection, but for reasons unknown, he never had. 

A theory the servants had on the situation had been the idea of Yami Sukehiro using Y/N as a ploy for revenge on Damnatio regarding previous events involving the Black Bulls. The silly theory of the servants of House Kira had actually been correct, unbeknownst to them and others whose ears had the rumor fallen onto them. 

Y/N had been brought out from their thoughts as they sighted the door belonging to the hideout of the Black Bulls. The door had mysteriously opened by itself, from Y/N view as they stepped into the hideout. Although appearing that way, Y/N missed the sight of the member called Henry, who solemnly looked down in pity from his room at Y/N. 

Oddly familiar sounds echoed through the hideout, though Y/N couldn’t place the familiarity of the sounds. Deciding not to think further of it, they continued through the halls as they used the sounds as guidance until reaching the familiar door of Yami’s room. Y/N heart sank at the realization of the familiarity. Their actions moving ahead of their mind as they gently opened the door to come into view of the lewd sight of Yami and his fellow Clover Kingdom captain, Charlotte Roselei. Quickly, Y/N closed the door and made their way in returning to the Kira House. 

Hours had passed after the initial event and Yami had remained clueless to what had occurred outside of his walls. He groaned as he awoken from his slumber, dismissing the weight present beside him. Charlotte’s arms wrapped around Yami’s bare frame as he attempted to remove himself from his bed. Before he could perform further action in getting away from his minuscule hookup, a message from the Wizard King had arrived for Yami. The message played presenting an overjoyed Julius. 

“Weddings are lovely this time of year, but before weddings come engagements! I am honored to present the news in regarding the unity of two kingdoms as we solidify our alliance by joining two members of the highest seats from each of our kingdoms. With great honor, I announce the engagement of Damnatio Kira of House Kira and Y/N L/N of House L/N. I wish the couple a happy engagement and a promising marriage! That is all, good day!”

Yami settled into his bed, welcoming Charlotte’s sleeping embrace contrasting his previous attempts to get away from the woman. He reached onto his table, retrieving a single cigarette and his lighter. Yami took an elongated drag of his cigarette before exhaling. The smoke from his exhale had hidden the lone tear gliding down his face. He chuckled to himself before taking another long drag.

“I don’t give a damn.” 

[kaalogii]

— ricochet (joker x reader)

the warmest night he ever felt, he spent with you.

warnings: language, 18+ for suggestive actions

Sound waves of thunderous skies ricocheted against raindrop covered glass. Vibrations emitting off the wooden floor boards were faintly felt by the individual talking gentle steps through the hallway. They carefully maneuvered over hoards of books, photographs, and whatever else their companions deemed as “precious research,” all while hoping they did not spill the fragrant, piping hot cup of tea they held in the grasp of their delicate hands.

A soft sigh passed their lips as they successfully reached their goal. They paused, momentarily, afraid of removing either of their hands from the teacup to prevent a result of their natural clumsiness. To ensure the contents remain safe, Y/N turned themselves to the side and used their head to tap on the door.

Y/N smiled at the sound of muffled footsteps from beyond the door. Their smile growing wider, as did the door, while they set their sight on the dark haired man.

The man ruffled their hair before moving aside to make room for his lover to enter their shared room. Y/N placed the piping cup of tea onto the messy desk. The man walked up to Y/N and grasped their hands within his own.

“They’re warm,” The man muttered, seemingly caught up with his own thoughts.

“You’re cold,” Y/N responded, their eyes gazing into their lover’s only.

“Aren’t I always?” A chuckled rumbled from the depths of his throat as he affectionately squeezed his lover’s hands.

“Shouldn’t you drink the tea to warm up? I made it extra special for you,” Y/N teased as the man released his grasp from their hands. He turned to his desk and made a reach for the tea.

“You’re too good for me. Y’know?” His reponse had caught Y/N off guard as they expected the usual snarky or teasing response from their lover. Before Y/N had a chance to respond, the man reached to take a gentle hold of Y/N’s arm, pulling them into his arms.

“Joker-“ His lips interrupted Y/N as he tilted their head and sealed the space between them with an abrupt kiss. His tongue not being the only form of matter to pass through their lips, as Y/N felt warm liquid coat her mouth, allowing the tea Joker had passed through to travel down her throat. The moment cut short as Joker pulled away as abruptly as he committed the initial action with the well known shit-eating grin his lover was well accustomed to.

“I thought you’d like some,” Joker laughed as his lover shook their head, feigning disapproval. He slid his hand over the outline of their jaw, gently tilting their head to have them face him once more. “I actually have a proposition for you,”

“Hm?”

Joker grumbled to himself as he released any hold he had on them. Gently, he pushed them aside as he took a seat upon the edge of the bed. Y/N hadn’t felt offended, as they were used to his variety of reactions to situations. Odd or not, they saw them all before.

No words exchanged between the duo as Joker continued to mumble to himself, hands dropped over his lap as his attention focused onto his bare feet below. He felt the faint dips into the bed from behind, but made no move to acknowledge his lover.

“Can I touch you ...from this angle?” The sweet voice of his lover momentarily broke him from his thoughts. With a quick response of “yes,” he felt the warmth of his lover’s bare arms mix with the warmth emitting from his bare chest.

Joker resumed to his thoughts. All, of course, of his lover. In his twenty-eight years of life he lost hope in humanity and constantly questioned his own. The hell he went through left an ever present hole in his heart he swore could never be filled. Little did he know, a pesky fire soldier had made their way into the darkest depths of his heart and somehow ignited the fire in him he never knew he had.

He recalled the moments they shared with one another that allowed him to lower his guard and completely gave himself to them ...almost.

Y/N had been aware of Joker’s past, completely. They were grateful the man had they stumbled upon in The Nether during their unintentional adventure had meant no harm to them and ended up being the hero they had been in desperate need of. Unbeknownst to Joker, Y/N had been hero he unknowingly sought after all his life.

Countless nights of sneaking out, on Y/N’s part, had lead them to learn the secrets of the man who called himself Joker. Joker, unexpectedly, found solace in Y/N and selfishly used his mysterious guise in hopes of keeping Y/N around as much as possible. He had been successful and found himself lowering his guard until he fully put his trust into Y/N to tell his story and ultimately found something as foreign as love in them.

The lovers had been content with the trust and love continuously growing between. Joker, admittingly, found the world “less sucky” once Y/N entered into his life. Although content, Joker had lately been yearning to go further. The loving, innocent touches and kisses between the duo had satiated Joker for prior years of their relationship, but lately he wished to go further.

Joker snapped back to reality as he felt Y/N kiss the top of his shoulder. The softness and warmth of their lips left a burning sensation upon this skin where they left their kiss. Joker balled his fists and pressed them harshly into his thighs. “Y/N,” Y/N peered over Joker’s shoulder as he turned his head to meet their gaze. Y/N released their gentle hold and pulled away from the man as he swiftly maneuvered out from his previous position and used a hand to press his lover into the mattress and hover over them in silence.

“What are you thinking about?” Y/N broke the silence. Joker smirked before leaning to steal a quick kiss from his lover before returning to hover over them.

“You, It’s always you,” Joker chuckled as he watched his lover’s features crimson at his words. “It’s funny but I’m going to be serious here, alright?” Y/N stared into their lover’s eye and nodded. They reached to gently run their fingers along Joker’s face before moving their hand to rest upon the pillow above their head.

“You know the great anti-hero loves you, right?” Y/N nodded. “Now that’s established. I’ve been needy. Needier than you. It’s gone unsaid, but I appreciate how patient you have been with me. Especially when it should be the other way around. You’re a handful,”

“I am not a handful,”

“Brat. I’m talking,” Y/N giggled, recieving a glare from their lover. “As I was saying before I was interrupted. I didn’t think you’d want to be with someone like me. Unlike you, i’m not pure. I’m as defiled and unclean as the rest of these scum in this shithole,”

“Joker,” Y/N interrupted him from continuing. Their chest tightened as their heart dropped while they recalled the events of Joker’s past he confided in them long ago. “The trauma of your past does not define you. I love you as you were. I love you as you are. I love you, always. You don’t compare to anyone and especially not me. I love you,”

Joker chuckled. “See, this is why I firmly believe there is a small chance we, as humans, are granted some type of fairytale ending. Even if everything else in the world is a shithole of lies,” Joker closed the space between the two of them with a soft kiss. He broke away to hover again. “To finally answer your question. I’ve been wondering how exactly we’ve been married for a few months or so now and have been together for a total of two years plus and we haven’t fucked,”

“Joker!”

“Calm down, my sweet brat. I have been thinking though. I appreciate you placing boundaries within our relationship to help me. It’s been something I didn’t know I needed to get me where I am today. Without you? who knows. You have helped me overcome so much and even allowed me to make friends with your shitty friends,”

“Jo-“

“Shh. I’m almost finished. I’ve been patient with myself and allowed myself to properly learn to love you. I’ve already given myself to you in more ways possible, even by practically giving you my life. You are mine, forever as I am yours. Now, let me completely give myself to you and you give yourself, completely, to me,”

Y/N nodded and muttered a breathless “yes.” They reached above to tangle their hands within the silky, raven locks belonging to the man they love as he ran his tongue along their neck, randomly leaving gentle bites. Joker continued to tease their skin as he undressed them until they lay exposed beneath him and he hover over them just as exposed. Joker leaned down to capture his lover in one of many kisses the night holds, reaching to hold their smaller hand into of his larger one. Breathlessly, they pulled apart. Y/N nodded, consenting to Joker’s nonverbal question. Soon after, Y/N’s back arched as Joker completed the first step of the lovers, at last, completely giving their affections and love to one another in the highest physical form. The night continued with no intentions of rest as the room filled with the lovers musk and chants of “I love you,”