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frekydeki · 3 years

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Hi lemme just request immediately real quick (oneshottt)

Sooo u decide to prank katsuki, ignore him n pretend he did something...n the bakusquad also know abt the prank so when bakugou sit with him kiri will be like "have you apologize to reader yet?" But when he ask about what bcs he doesn't know (poor baby) kiri just "u should realize ur own mistake" by the end of the day bakugou just become too emotional? Like he just give up his pride n just go see u bcs he is so downn lmao

Shhshs thts all thank youuu ✨✨

A/N | Let me just say, this was one of the cutest things I’ve written. So much fun hehe. Thank you for sending in this request, and I hope this makes you giggle and kick your feet as much as it did me. 🥰💕

Pairing | Bakugo Katsuki X Reader

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What the hell is this?

With his chin jutted out and his bottom lip in a pout, his eyebrows pinch as he stares at your retreating form. He blinks and inhales a short, quick breath through his nose. Did you not see him or something? Maybe that’s it... He takes a few steps down the hall before his cheeks heat; you absolutely saw him! You made eye contact! He takes his hand from his pocket and scratches his neck… Bakugo has noticed that you don’t communicate things verbally – though, he prefers the straight-forwardness of just saying things outright – and he does his best to try and decipher whatever you’re trying to tell him should your words fail you, but he’s still left wondering what you mean by scuttering away from him first thing this morning. Shrugging, Katsuki starts of to homeroom again. Maybe you had to be to class early?

But then again... The look on your face was different than normal. Your eyebrows slack, mouth in a frown, and cheeks red; there was something behind your eyes that Bakugo couldn’t understand… It was a look in your eye that he’s never seen before. The blonde becomes slightly aware of the pressure starting to tighten and twist in his stomach.

“Hey, dumbass.” Bakugo’s red eyes widen as his distant gaze focuses on the red head leaning on the desk closest to the door. Smoke nearly rolls out of the blonde’s mouth as his chin is pushed into the air and he walks into the room with a wide, threatening gate; what the hell kind of greeting is that?

“Who ya calling dumbass? Huh, shitty hair?” Bakugo isn’t blind to the unusually harsh greeting from his friend, but doesn’t offer it much thought… Because the slight lift of Kirishima’s lip – in what Bakugo can only describe as annoyance – catches all his attention. “What’s your problem? Why are you looking at me like that?” Mina scoffs slightly and looks away from Bakugo; what the hell is this?

“Don’t act all innocent to us.” She mumbles.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Annoyance bubbles lightly in Bakugo’s chest; why is everyone acting so damn weird today? Instead of responding, Mina turns herself away from him entirely and preoccupies herself with setting her desk up for class. Watching Mina for a few seconds, Katsuki looks to Kirishima and Denki, hoping they’d explain what the hell she’s talking about. Kirishima’s gaze ponders over the blonde before he places his hands into his pockets and walks to his seat.

“Don’t look at me to point out your problems.” The red head shakes his head. “So unmanly.” Kirishima mumbles with the corners of his lips pushing unnaturally far down, almost like he’s trying to hide a laugh. Bakugo alternates his cerise eyes between his two friends before him with a raised eyebrow and slightly open lips: what problems?

“Class is about to start.” Denki says awkwardly, with a crooked smile cracking onto his lips, shaking and mischievous, and he shuffles to his seat quickly. Denki is bad at hiding things, and he always wears a crooked grin whenever he’s trying to hold something back; this is something Bakugo has learned over their year of friendship. His eyes narrow at Denki, knowing full well that that knock off Pikachu is hiding something from him. Golden eyes quickly flick to catch Bakugo still staring him down, the grin on his lips falling into a quiet gasp quickly, and eyes being torn away while his hands take up a random book – upside down.

“Kirishima! Help me with the homework!” Denki loudly blabs, trying to preoccupy himself from the drilling gaze of his red-eyed friend. Puffing out some air from his nose, Bakugo spins on his heel, and stomps to his own seat on the other side of the class.

“Idiots.” Bakugo gruffly mumbles on his way. His eyes flicking to take in your form. You’re sitting in your seat with your eyes glued to your phone screen, not even sparing him a single thought; it’s annoying. Usually, you're bubbling over with excitement and smiles to see him, but today? Nothing.

“Good morning, Kachan.”

“Shut up.” He snaps to Deku in a growl, but still nods his head to the green haired boy smiling up at him. At least he’s acting normal.

Settling into his seat, Bakugo turns his attention to you. He catches your eyes flicking away from him quickly, and you shuffle in your seat uncomfortably, rubbing your hands together. He watches you with an intense gaze, impatiently waiting for you to look at him and say “good morning” first… Instead, you begin to dig through your bag loudly; god that’s annoying. He grinds his teeth, watching your every movement like a hawk. His fingers take up tapping on the top of his desk as he shifts his weight so his back can lean against the back of his chair. He keeps waiting… You should be turning toward him any second and start yapping away about your morning… It’s how it always is.

You yank your headphones from your bag and plug them into your phone. He blinks several times with wide eyes and parted lips as you put your headphone in one ear and start your music before continuing to play the game on your phone. Katsuki grinds his teeth, turns his attention to stare at the front of the classroom for a few minutes – sparing you many glances to see if you’re getting ready to talk to him – trying to tame the irritation fizzing in his chest like a shaken-up soda. With a few more minutes of silence between the two of you, Katsuki turns back with a loud huff.

“Oi.” He calls. But you give him nothing, not even a glance. It’s like you’re deaf! You just keep staring at your phone as if he’s just background noise. As if he isn’t talking to you… As if he isn’t you’re damn boyfriend. “Hey, idiot! Good morni-“ Katsuki stops short with an open mouth as he watches you put your other headphone in. He doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he thinks about screaming at you to stop being so damn rude. An astonished laugh leaves him as he blinks and looks away with a smirk playing on his lips; this is a hit to his pride. Being ignored by his own partner…

How dare you?

Returning his wide eyes to you, his mouth falls into an intimidating line; do you expect him to just let you carry on acting like this? As if! He yanks the headphone from your ear, his body fully facing you in his chair, and face only a foot from yours.

“The hell are you doing?” Your wide eyes stare at him, a red blush taking over your cheeks, and mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water; he’d say you looked stupid, but he’d be lying. You look adorable sitting there, so flustered and blushing because of him. If he tells the truth, it tickles him that he makes you act like this; but no one will ever know about that. Ever. “You gonna say something or-“

He’s cut off by Aizawa entering the glass. If looks could kill, the teacher would keel over instantly at the glare Bakugo sends him. However, his eyes are drawn back to you as you snatch your headphone from his hand and turn away with a heavy huff. Katsuki leans back into his chair and crosses his arms. Something’s definitely going on – Bakugo looks to Kirishima, catching the red-haired student's eyes across the room – and Kirishima knows something about it. Bakugo sneers at the two of you:

Whatever’s going on, Katsuki is onto you.

. . .

“Split into groups and complete the assignment. Hand it in at the end of class, or it’s homework tonight.” Shuffling follows instantly as the students rush to their partners. Bakugo stands and grabs his desk, sliding it slightly towards your desk next to him.

“Y/n what-“ He stops quickly as he finds your seat empty. His eyebrows pinch and he glances up to scan the class; where the hell did you go? Bakugo’s hands tighten on his desk until his knuckles are white.

There you are, sitting next to Denki, with a smile on your lips. Why the hell are you over there? You’re his partner! You always work together! You throw fits whenever Bakugo pairs up with Kirishima; yet there you are over there being smug as all get out with Denki. Bakugo clenches his jaw and harshly slams his desk back in its place; this draws your attention up to him. He makes sure that he sends you all his anger and frustration with you in that glare. When you shrink slightly in your seat and turn your head away entirely, he’s sure you received his message.

“Stop being so loud.” Kirishima scolds as he takes his place in your seat. Bakugo looks at him and grumbles while flopping into his seat with arms crossed over his chest. Katsuki really doesn’t want to work with Kirishima right now; he was hoping to talk to you…

“Isn’t that my line?”

“Not when you’re the one being obnoxious.”

“How am I being obnoxious?” Katsuki snaps at Kirishima as he grabs his pencil.

“You’re letting the whole class know that something is up.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” No, he doesn’t. Katsuki sends a harsh, frustrated look to Kirishima, opening his mouth to retort again, but Kirishima adds, “You don’t need to bring the whole class into your problems with Y/n. That’s all I’m saying, idiot. Let’s finish this assignment, I don’t want to do it after school.” Somehow, the rest of the noise in the room silences as Katsuki stares at Kirishima.

What the fuck is he talking about? His red eyes snap to you on the other side of the room… His problems with you? Bakugo’s leg starts bouncing as the pressure in his stomach hardens to something he can’t ignore, and he taps his pencil against his desk… He wants to ask Kirishima about it more, but… Something holds him back from asking. Call it pride, call it nerves; whatever it is, Katsuki pushes his lips into a thin line and turns his attention to the paper in front of him with a deep look in his eye.

Is there something the matter between you and him?

“Have you apologized to Y/n yet?” Katsuki’s pencil snaps against his paper from the shocked pressure he applies, matching the wide-eyed look Bakugo gives Kirishima after he looks up quickly… The dread that drags his stomach into the ground makes Katsuki want to shrivel up into a ball and die; instead, he takes in a deep and sharp breath, trying to push that feeling out of his body.

“Apologize?” He barks at Kirishima. His red eyes quickly look to you, unaware of the small smirk playing on Kirishima’s lips, or the laugh the red head is trying to strangle. “Apologize for what?” With a heavy breath, Kirishima shakes his head and meets the blonde’s eyes steadily. The way his red eyebrows sit on his face – dramatically angled inward with a slight furrow – and the severe pull of the corner of his lips downward is entirely unnatural. Katsuki, however, is too focused on what his friends answer to his question could possibly be to notice this, though.

“Do you really not know what’s going on?” Katsuki’s mouth dries up as if someone stuffed it full of cotton balls and then proceeded to choke him until his arms and legs are numb with adrenaline and he’s nearly unconscious… An adrenaline rush fueled by pure panic. What the fuck did he do? He stares widely at Kirishima, swallowing and trying to steady his breathing, but he can’t seem to get enough oxygen; again, it feels like someone is trying to choke him and it’s only getting worse. “Sometimes I wonder how Y/n can be in a relationship with you when you do things like this to them all the time.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Katsuki bellows. “What are you talking about?” He doesn’t care that he’s drawing the attention of the whole class. “Stop being so unmanly, Bakugo.” “Shove it! What are you talking about Kirishima?”

“Hey! I’m trying to work over here!” Mina scolds from across the room. Katsuki looks up to snap at her, but you’re sitting right next to her, and he catches your eyes; he instantly deflates.

What did he do?

He sits down heavily and continues to try to work in silence. It’s hopeless despite Katsuki’s best efforts. His eyes drift back to you or Kirishima randomly, and if he’s not looking at you, he’s thinking about you.

Are you mad at him for training late last night? There’s no way! You knew that he planned on that… You’ve always understood that Katsuki likes to train late at least one night a week… Was it because he didn’t text you back until he got back from his shower? He didn’t think about it… It couldn’t be that either though… You’re not like that.

“Stop doodling. Do the problem.” Kirishima brings Katsuki back into the classroom with a flat command. The blond blinks and looks to his paper, finding frantic circles drawn in the corner. With a distant look crossing over his eye, Katsuki’s lips fall into a thin line before he glances to you, but then quickly brings his attention back to his paper… He’s painfully aware of every movement you make, every look that crosses your face, every sound that comes from you, and how far away you are from him the rest of class…

He just can’t figure out what he could’ve done wrong.

. . .

Katsuki is a man of routine. He’s got a schedule set up to achieve everything that he’s ever wanted; no one except you knows about it though.

In the morning, you’ll both meet in the common area of the dorms and have a light breakfast together. You’ll walk to class together, he’ll hold your hand while you change your shoes in the locker room, and from there, your hands will stay interlocked all the way to homeroom. You both receive good mornings together, work on assignments together, and offer soft flirts throughout class. On the way to lunch, you always hold hands. It’s just how things have become; he’s used to it.

When the routines thrown off, so is he… And he hates that.

He hates this. He watches you retreat from class quickly, books and bag frantically collected against your chest, your incomplete assignment from today’s class drifts from the messy stack in your arms. Katsuki rolls his eyes at you. His books are neatly collected on his desk, and he quickly starts to pack them away.

“You’re not going to try and talk to her about it?” Katsuki grinds his teeth together before stuffing his last book into his bag.

“None of your business.” He grumbles to Kirishima. Katsuki snatches up your assignment as he glides from the class, examining your writing before his focus shifts to the doodles along the right side of the paper. His name is written with hearts, flowers, stars, squiggles, whatever doodle you can think of, surrounding it. A small smirk meets the blush forming on his cheeks as he marches from class walking a little faster than normal, bag unzipped.

“Don’t forget to keep your temper in check, Bakugo Katsuki!” Kirishima cups his hands around his mouth, shouting down the hallway towards the stalking student. Bakugo only scoffs at his friend, not even acknowledging him with a glance; he’s not in the mood to deal with Kirishima’s scolding or lecturing.

Katsuki prefers his relationship issues remain between the two of you, and the fact that everyone seems to know more about what’s going on than him already has him irked… But knowing that you’ve willfully ignored him, that you haven’t even told him what’s wrong? Katsuki doesn’t know if he’s more concerned or frustrated with you.

He catches sight of your hair in the crowded hall and makes quick work of walking through the crowd; everyone seems to scatter away at the sight of the glowering expression taking hold of Katsuki’s sharp features. His brow stuck in a serious line, the usual scowl on his lips even deeper, and his crimson eyes turning over with emotion. He stops behind you and breathes heavily, relaxing a little bit that he’s close to you again.

“Y/n.” His voice comes out soft, but his tone – flat and low – easily conveys his frustration. He notices your shoulders become rigid, and the hesitation in you as you turn slowly to meet his eye. He examines the look your eyes, sheepish and hesitant, causing his expression to soften slightly; he unconsciously starts to reach for your hand. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it until he’s turning your hand over in his hand, thumb mindlessly messaging the back of your hand. “Can we talk?”

Your brows furrow together slightly, mouth parted, before you blink quickly and look to his hand on your own. Bakugo’s gaze is intense as he waits for your answer. He knows he has the tendency to be intimidating and unapproachable… Still, he hopes that you wouldn’t think of him like that. But the way your breaths are short and shuttering, the redness over your cheeks, and the uncertainty is weighing your brow down, his hopes are dashed… For some reason he can’t stop thinking that you look scared of him.

To tell the truth, it makes him want to turn in on himself. Heart stuttering in his chest, throat closing even more, and grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly.

Your eyes fall down, the color of your eye hidden from Katsuki’s sight. Without a word, your pry your hand from his gentle hold, and scamper away into the crowd. Bakugo blinks as he watches your form try and push through the other students. The knots in his stomach become tighter, his chest starting to ache and hands clenching at his side to tame the slight tremble taking them over.

What the hell? “Y/n!” He calls after you, trying to catch up with you. He catches your eye as you look back to him from over your shoulder, the remnants of a smile on your lips… Oh… So that’s how you want to play it? Irritation bubbles over in his chest, spilling out of his mouth at you in a low yell, “Fine! Have it your way, brat!” He turns on his heel and huffs away with little meaning in each of his steps.

You don’t want to talk to him? Fine.

Bakugo doesn’t want to talk to you either.

. . .

It’s like a kid standing outside of a candy store with no money in his pockets. The longing gaze, wishing they had enough money to go inside and buy at least one piece of candy, the confusion, the unfairness, and sadness barely held at bay mixing together in their eye… With a little bit of rage at their parents for not giving them enough money to buy candy.

That’s the look Katsuki is giving you from across the lunch hall. Food untouched in front of him, he’s staring – or glaring, no one can really tell – at you. If anyone in that room hasn’t picked up on the dark, suffocating, scary aura rolling off of Bakugo in hot waves, they’re dense as a rock.

“You’ll burn holes into Y/n if you stare any longer.” Denki butts in with a squeaky voice. Since your last encounter with Bakugo, he’s been snapping at everyone over the slightest things. His words are usually harsh when things are perfectly fine between the two of you, but they’re easy to brush off the shoulder; but now that his mood is worse than the devil’s, everyone at that lunch table feels like they’ve been victimized and traumatized by Bakugo’s temper.

“I respect you as a friend Bakugo Katsuki, so I’m going to give you this advice...” Kirishima calls casually before taking a large bite of his lunch. The blonde’s red eyes finally peel off your figure across the room and land on the red head before him. “Y/n is stronger than most of us, but they still have their limits.” Kirishima’s eyes snap up to meet Bakugo’s – Kirishima’s lips turn up into a sadistic grin before falling flat into a forced frown, “You should realize your own mistakes.”

Crimson eyes quickly flick back to you. What is this talk of limits? Bakugo nearly looses control of his body, hands falling limp into his lap and head becoming alarming light as his heart shivers in his chest:

Are you done with him?

A scowl presses onto Bakugo’s lips as he simply looks down with dull eyes. Everyone at the table quickly exchanges looks with each other.

“Kirishima…” Mina’s low voice hints severely, nervously with the red head. His eyes are widened and watching the others with an expression somewhere between concerned and bewildered. He mouths back to her,

“What?”

“Do something.” She scolds. Kirishima shrugs and holds his hands out in front of himself with his lips smacking together.

“Hey, look… Maybe it’s not that serious, yeah?” Sero laughs quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe Y/n just… Needs some space?” Katsuki lifts his lip, but it quickly depletes to another frown. A nervous hum falls from Denki.

“If they wanted space they could just ask.” Katsuki mumbles back. It’s not like he’s ever been upset with you for not wanting to be around him; frankly, he gets it. He’s a handful to be around, everyone probably needs a break… But he likes you, so is it so wrong to hang out with you a lot?

Anyways, you know you could just ask him for space… So he knows its not that… Probably.

. . .

“I said I’m not going tonight.” Katsuki snaps, “Now shut up about it.” He turns over his shoulder and starts to stalk from the locker room. So what? He doesn’t want to stay after to train this one time! Is the world going to end or something?

“Are you going to go and bother Y/n more?” Kirishima calls after Katsuki, a laugh very faint on his voice. Bakugo’s eyebrow twitches at his friend's laughter. What about this is fucking funny? “Oi, is this funny to you?” Cause it’s not fucking funny. Not one bit. Katsuki can feel his skin heating as he sends a boiling glare towards Kirishima. “Go away.” He just wants to go back to his room, maybe work on some homework.

Maybe corner you in your room and force you to tell him what your problem is.

He’s been distracted all day, turning Kirishima’s words over in his head.

“You should realize your own mistakes.” He’s poured over everything he’s said to you, reread every text, and recalled every look he’s given you in the past twenty-four hours. If he’s not been worrying about figuring out what he did wrong, he wondered if you ate breakfast this morning, if you had a good lunch, or if you miss him.

Point is, he can’t find anything that would warrant you ignoring him. Maybe he’s being dense?

Katsuki barges into his dorm room and roughly drops his bag instantly. He jerks his jacket off, rolls his sleeves up, and rests his hands on his hips… Maybe he should think about it one more time, maybe he missed something?

A frustrated sigh leaves Bakugo as he heavily sits on his bed and tears his hands through his hair. What should he do? What do you want him to do?

“Why the fuck don’t they just tell me what’s wrong?” He growls as he lays back on his bed and brings his foot to rest on the bed too. “It’s not like I can read their mind!” His hands fly out above him, swatting at the air with one swift movement. His hands freeze in front of him and he closes his hands gently.

He didn’t get to hold your hand today… Not even once. Didn’t get to hear your voice, make you smile, revel in your laughter… Nothing. Not that he’s caught up on it or anything, but it’s really annoying that you won’t just tell him what the problem is.

The knotted mess in his chest and stomach tightens, and he lets out a frustrated growl, dropping his hands down to his sides. Whatever the hell is going on his stomach feels like shit; is he sick? Did he eat something bad for lunch? He cradles his stomach rolls onto his side.

“Fuckin Y/n.” He whispers as his mind finds its way back to your thought. “You’re acting too bratty.” Is a relationship worth this sort of turmoil? Shit, he doesn’t have time for this. Groveling in his room like some lovesick extra.

He’s Bakugo Katsuki. There’s no way that he’s acting like this for some kid like you. He sits fiercely up in his bed and takes up his school bag. He’s going to get some work done.

Yeah. He can’t worry about you and your stupid issues anymore. Like he said earlier; if you don’t want to talk to him, he wants nothing to do with you either! His hands stutter and stop short at the sight of your assignment, however. His name doodled cutely in your handwriting, his heart melts. Katsuki sighs and leans back against his bed, sitting aside his bag and all of his books, staring intensely at the doodle. He swallows thickly; you’re going to need this paper for tonight, you didn’t finish it.

“Fuck it.” Bakugo huffs as he pushes himself up and marches to the door, your dorm room his destination. He’s just going to ask you why you’re acting the way you are, give you back your paper, and then he’s going to leave it. Bakugo doesn’t want his mind tangled up with these thoughts anymore; there’s homework for him to be working on, and training he could be doing. He doesn’t need to be caught on you anymore. His heavy hand knocks on your door before shoving into his pockets. He looks around the hallway and starts at the sound of your door flying open.

“Katsuki.” You breathe. You almost sound surprised. What are you, an Idiot? You don’t talk to him all day and you’re surprised to see him knocking at your door to talk? He looks at you with the frown on his face somehow getting worse. His hands ball into fists in his pockets.

“What’s your problem?” He’s quick to snap at you. His frustrations quickly return now that he’s looking into your eye. Kirishima’s words crash into Bakugo’s head:

“Y/n is stronger than most of us, but they still have their limits.”

Fear tightens in Katsuki’s chest; suddenly he doesn’t want to hear your answer anymore. His body is trembling lightly in the wake of his emotions, sadness trying to pull his legs out from under him, worry clenching tight in his lungs, and anger burning dully in his stomach. His mind begins to run rampant with all your possible answers, but he pushes them out of his head with a sharp smirk on his lips and more words from his mouth.

“Do you do this every time you have a problem with someone?” He forces out, his eyes are burning. “Stop talking to them out of the blue? Ignore them entirely?” A scoff pushes onto his face as he averts his reddening gaze and shakes his head. “It’s childish.” He doesn’t let the silence sit for long before he starts babbling again. “I know that I can be a pretty overwhelming person, I have a really bad temper and I don’t know the half of being in a relationship but the least you could do is tell me that you need some space.” His eyes glance back to you before he quickly returns them to the end of the hall to his left, “And I don’t know why everyone seems to know what the problem is, but I don’t. Don’t you think the first person you should tell is me? I try to not be intimidating to you-“

“Katsuki!” You cry through his babbling, your hand finally latching onto his forearm and sliding down to his wrist. Looking at your hands, he raises his eyebrows. A quick breath fumbles from him as his warm skin cools under your touch; he gets a little bit of comfort from your skin on his, but then the impending doom of your answer is quick to consume that thought. “It’s not like that!”

“Then what the fuck is it?” He snaps, blinking away the burn biting at his eyes; it’s getting increasingly harder for him to keep them at bay. “Do you not want to be with me anymore? Huh? If you don’t want to anymore just be straight and say it-“ His weakening voice is cut off by your shouting,

“It was a joke!” You look up to him with a sheepish smile, gently tugging at him to enter your room. He doesn’t budge. What? A joke?

“A joke?” He breathes. You nod quickly.

“Kirishima put me up to it. He made a bet that you would go crazy if I ignored you for a day and I didn’t think you would!” Katsuki is a passionate man, and he wears a lot of expressions, but this time, his expression is blank. He stares down at you completely frozen while you clarify, “I do not want to break up with you.”

“A joke?” He scoffs again, leaning forward with narrowed eyes. All of this was a joke? All that panic? For a little giggle or two? Somehow, his rage implodes in his chest, “You’re telling me that you guys did all of that just to get a laugh?” He takes a few fast steps towards you, backing you into your room, and shutting the door. “Did you have fun, then? Was it funny to you?” Your head shakes as your hands are hesitantly trying to shoo away his rage by waving the air between the two of you. He stops so close to you that his breath is fanning over your lips, his eyes strangling you with a locked glare. “I didn’t find it very funny Y/n.” Bakugo frees his hand from his pocket and snakes it into your hair, taking a firm handful before pressing your lips against his harshly.

His hammering heart eases slightly, relieved that all of his worries have been denied… The numbness is slowly dripping out of his fingers and toes, leaving him with one thing: frustration. A needy whine resonates in your throat.

“Katsuki…” You breathe heavily as he pulls his lips away from you. Cerise eyes burrow down into your gaze, his thumb tracing your swollen bottom lip, “I’m sorry.” You mumble lightly. He nods and blinks slowly.

With a small smirk on his lips, Katsuki demands, “Don’t do it again.”

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baratkat · 7 years

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Literally no offense but i have such a good taste in music?

#shhshs i found a new song ignore me im jamming its almost 2 am and im having a party #mint says shit

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petalsonmoon · 4 years

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for you

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! and the usual amout of swearing.

a/n: this is not very good but i have absolutely nothing to do so i’m writing a lot, don’t mind me. i never thought i would write for rafe though. ignore my mistakes.

gif by @rafecameron

you didn’t know what you were doing there. you were a pogue for christ sake.

you looked around not getting used to the fancy decoration. the chandelier in the living room probably cost more than yours and your neightboor’s house together.

the house was full of drunk and horny teenagers. red plastic cups decorated the floor and the furniture but not even them scattered around could took the kookness out of the place.

you glance at some boys around the coffee table doing something you couldn’t understand and honestly didn’t even wanted to.

then you remembered why you were here. to talk to the host of this party, of course.

you and rafe have been seeing each other for 4 months now. you don’t know how that happened really, only that involved alcohol and it was good.

it was in secret, obviously. can you imagine what the people of this island would say if they found out that the incredible rafe cameron were macking a pogue?

you didn’t care if people knew though but rafe had a reputation. one you really hated.

so after a few days of a lot of thinking you conclued that this wasn’t working for you anymore. because yes, you were falling in love with him.

‘falling’. ha. you already fell. hard.

it wasn’t just the sex. it was the way you cuddled after doing it. the way he kissed your forehead every fucking time before he left you alone in your bed. it was the way he went to your work and always bought a candy handing it to you after with a grin on his face.

you’ve seen a soft side of his that it was almost impossible not to love.

you tried not to get your hopes up but how could you not?

after getting lost in this house because ironically enough you’ve only been in his house once, you find him on the beer pongue table. he’s laughing and drinking. his smile is easily one of the prettiest things in the world.

after a lot of attempts to get his attention his eyes finally finds yours. you gesture him to come to you and he points his head slighly to the stairs and you nod. it takes you a few minutes to pass through the crowd and get to the stairs.

once you’re on the second floor you were on your way to the bathroom where you usually meet the boy at parties when someone grabs your arm, pulls you to a dark room and locks the door. you were about to beat the shit out off this person when you reconized the cologne.

“i was about to punch you. you scared the shit out of me!”

“i’m sorry babe.”

babe. argh.

“rafe i need to talk to you.” you said but your voice faltered. you couldn’t concentrate with rafe kissing your neck. he mumbles something inaudible.

“i’m serious.” you say with your hands on his hair.

he grabs your butt making you wrap your legs around his body. “i’m listening.” he says walking towards his bed and throwing you there. he turns your body so you were facing the bed and slowly unzips your dress.

at this point you don’t even care you couldn’t say what you wanted to.

once you were only with your panties on you try to turn around but he doesn’t let you. he comes close to your ear. “not yet.” every inch of your body shiver.

you can hear him taking his clothes off. a few seconds later he kisses your toe. he slowly moves his mouth to your ankle following to your calf and stopping on your knee. you felt like in every kiss you melted more. you were completely surrendered to him.

now he’s at your tights. he’s kissing and slighly biting them in some places. you were way too wet by now.

in a quick movement he turns your body making your back meet the mattress. you look at his face to see he’s just as mess as you are. you needed each other badly. “you seem desperate babe.” he says smirking and you roll your eyes.

he takes your panties off and you were officially nacked. you were suffering from anticipation when he started to trail his lips up the inside of your thigh slowly, with his eyes locked on yours he licks your clit and you moan. it was so fucking good. it was like his tongue knew every inch of you because you were going insane.

he licks and sucks your pussy and you moan loudly. “shhsh babe people are going to hear you.” he stops his work and you groan.

“but there’s a party outside.”

“yeah that’s how loud you are.” he kisses your belly.

“then stop teasing.”

“feisty aren’t we?” then he comes closer to your face. you were analizying his face when you feel him putting a finger inside of you. you let a low moan escape.

“damn, you’re so wet.” he says with a raspy voice, kissing the area bellow your ear.

“i need you inside me now rafe.” you were scratching his back with force. you were indeed desperate.

“your wish is my command.” he kisses you and puts his cock inside of you. you both moan in each others mouth.

“fuck y/n.” his movements starts slow and he increases the rhythm gradually, your mouths never leaving each others. you needed more.

you press your hands on his chest pushing him, making you to be on top of him now. with his cock completely inside of you, you start riding him and he rolls his eyes with pleasure.

both of you were in heaven.

at some point he lets a loud moan escapes his mouth. you put your head next to his ear “shhhsh babe people are going to hear you.”

he smirks bitting his lower lip. grabbing your waist he jumps and you’re under him again. his movements were fast now, you were scratching his back craving for more and more while he used his right hand to rub your clit. your moans were loud and you didn’t care.

you both cum at the same time.

he lays beside you on the bed and you already miss his warm touch on your skin. he stared at the celling and you stared at him.

that was it.

“rafe.” he looks at you. you voice is low. “i can’t do this anymore.”

you couldn’t read his expression. “why?”

“it’s just not right anymore.” you gets up and put your dress back. you hear him do the same from behind you.

“what’s that suppose to mean? that what we just did was wrong?” he raises his voice.

“no rafe.” you turn to him and look him in the eyes. “it means that i don’t want to be a secret anymore.”

he rubs his neck. “y/n we talked about this a million times already. you have to understand-”

“but i don’t rafe!” you yell interrupting him. “i’m not rich. i don’t understand your life.” don’t cry.

“you know things are not that simple y/n. i’m a kook. i have a reputation.” reputation. that word usually made your blood boil but today you were in verge of tears.

“oh i know.” you smile coldly. “beat the shit out of the pogues and smile. it’s inspiring, really.”

“well, what do you want me to do?” he’s irritated by your sarcasm.

“i want you to love me the way i love you.” there it is. the L word. never used before between you.

his face expression changes from irritation to shock in seconds. he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds making his point very clear.

“i know you don’t feel same and it’s okay but i’m exhausted. i’m tired of not knowing what you feel about me. i feel used every time you leave me all alone in the bed in the morning.” now you can’t really read his face anymore. “it’s not like i want to show the others what we have. i don’t care what people think. i just want to feel free around you. feel loved.”

you don’t cry but you feel a hole emerging on your chest.

“so i can’t do this anymore.” you say and walk towards the door.

“let me take you on a date.” he says.

you stop. your heart races.

“anywhere you want. the beach. the boneyard. i don’t care just don’t leave me.”

you turn to him with furrowed eyebrows. you could see the desperation in his eyes. he shakes his head. “you can’t leave me y/n. not when you’re the reason i wake up happy everyday. the reason i want to be stronger. to be sober.” you hold your breath. “you’re right. you deserve better. i want to be better. for you.”

you’re speechless. you walk to him and hug him tight. he hugs you back. “please. i need you. i’m nothing without you.” you hear his muffled voice. you almost cry.

then you look at his face.

“you’re everything without me, you just don’t know that yet. let me show you that. i want you too see yourself the way that i do.” he just stares at you and then kisses your forehead gently.

“i love you y/n and i don’t care about what people will think, i’m gonna show them you’re mine.” you smile from ear to ear.

“i love you too rafe.”

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movedtobubbletealt · 7 years

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i know it's not even close to merdeka but im so hyped rn

#MALAYSIA SEHATI SEJIWWWAAAAAAAAAAAA #MI ISO GINAVO #KITAI DEKAK MUJUR #i just love this song so much #merdeka is on the 31st lmao malaysians are so fuckin hyped abt this even flags are being shown everywhere on this country #:')#idc if theyre playin fireworks after that bcause usually at here they play fireworks even until a month has passed shhsh #im just so proud #ok im done ignore me #malaysia #merdeka

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I HC that big Vee still likes to be put to bed. Not like bedtime story etc, but occasionally he will go to one of the CGs (or even Ro sometimes) and be like "im heading to bed" very deliberately, trying to get someone to come with him, or he'll curl up on the couch and start someone off on a long speech about something, just so he can fall asleep and its like he isn't alone, but he doesn't quite realize that being babied to sleep when he's little is the reason till one of the cgs points it out

I have been thinking about this All Day while i packed so i have a lot of things to say abt this - this is a VERY long post so be prepared shhshs

firstly: ADORABLE THANK U

i rlly do think this is in character! because adult virge actually has a lot of trouble with sleep - he has nightmares most nights and we've obviously established that he wets the bed a lot. both of these things tend to wake him up only a few hours into the night and he's not always willing to sleep again afterwards (to avoid nightmares and wet sheets)

on top of that he (used to) struggle with getting himself to bed on time, he would stay up into the early hours indulging in special interests, stimming where he hid it during the day, or being little (when it was still hidden from everyone) and this has all messed up his body clock quite a lot so some nights he just can't get himself to sleep - this is why he's so sleepy during the days

Also i think he just likes being around people, it calms his anxiety because he doesnt worry about whether anyone is hurt or anything because he can see/feel them around him - so im sure after so many nights being babied to sleep by his CGs and getting so used to having someone with him to fall asleep he subconsciously seeks it out when he's big

also while we are on the subject, adult virgil has a very specific bedtime routine! this is me projecting again but he NEEDS to do every part of it otherwise he feels really stressed and upset and gets anxious and that makes it even harder to sleep - his routine is calling roman a nickname until roman calls him one back, saying 'Night L' to which logan has to reply 'Good night, Virgil.' (if logan replies differently virgil keeps subtly trying to postpone bedtime and repeating 'night L' until logan says it exactly right), and having a hug with patton - patton is the most reliable because every time without a doubt he sways them side to side, squeezes virgils shoulders, kisses his head and whispers 'i love you stormcloud' and virgil always replies 'love you dad' while avoiding his eyes. This routine has been in place since before the regression is revealed i think

ugh the fact that virgil finishes everyday by hugging patton is so cute already but also i said that he also starts off everyday by hugging patton too and thats just ADORABLE

now with actually asking for people to put him to bed, it will be different with each person:

with logan, as you suggested, i think he would get logan to talk about something academic that interests him or maybe even - much more rarely - shyly ask logan if he could read the book in his hands out loud. Logan of course understands that virgil does these things when he's getting tired and is happy to do so to help virgil relax before bed. It helps him relax too

with patton virgil is the most obvious - he knows theres no point hiding it from him and he just outright asks if patton can please help him fall asleep. though I think he would actually be most reluctant to seek out patton, ironically, merely because he knows that patton picks up on it and has no qualms with pointing out that virgil clearly loves bedtime and 'of course i can tuck you in kiddo! Do you want me to stroke your hair? Do you want your paci? Shall i sing to you sweetie?'

So virgil mainly kind of avoids getting patton to put him to bed when he's grownup because pattons instinct is to just treat him like a baby - which virgil appreciates of course but some nights he actually wants to stay big and its kind of impossible to do that when patton is humming a lullaby and rocking virgil in his lap

with roman its a very different story - virgil will only ever seek roman out if both CGs are already in bed, which brings me onto a HC that I've been meaning to tell you guys about for WEEKS:

roman and virgil often have 'sleepovers' - theyre really just all-nighters where both of them have trouble sleeping and instead of suffer alone they go into romans room and chill together for the night

they keep this a secret from the CGs mainly because they're sure patton and logan would both have something to say about the fact that at least once a week virgil and roman completey forego sleep and instead eat snacks and watch disney and play video games and shove pillows into their faces to try not to wake the others with their sleep deprived laughter

but also? its just become special to them and they want to keep it as Their Thing

you see virgil isnt the only one who struggles with sleeping - roman tends to stay up very late working on creative projects (even if the CGs put him to bed he will usually get up again because he cant get his brain to switch off) and he won't admit it, at least not for a while, but he actually has a slight fear of sleep

the fact that you are unaware of what goes on around you and are not in control of your body or mind while you are unconscious just doesn't sit right with roman, if he thinks about it too hard he starts freaking out and purposefully avoids sleeping - thought he doesnt tend to think about it too much, he's learned to ignore these thoughts since when he was a teen they led to a pretty bad case of insomnia

so vee and ro tend to be awake late at night and often one will text 'you up?' and within a minute virgil will be sneaking into roman's room to keep each other company

this is where i think most of their adult brotherly bonding happens, its quiet since they dont want to wake up pat or lo and it's a calm atmosphere because of roman's constellation nightlight and the whole vibe of it just makes them a lot more open and soft with each other

they tend to end up talking about Big Life Things on most nights

as they play minecraft one night virgil opens up about his internalised ableism and how no matter how much everyone assures him its okay to need extra help he still feels awful about it and roman doesn't say much, he just listens, but when he notices virgil getting choked up at one point he pauses the game and silently pushes his teddy bear aladdin into virgils hands and pulls him in with one arm to lean against his shoulder

another night they are lying on romans bed, side by side but with some distance between them, and staring up at the projected constellations, talking about how cool it is that logan and patton take care of them and roman blurts out that sometimes he feels a bit scared of logan and thinks he will tell him off for being stupid and force him not to be virgils brother anymore because he cant be trusted.

they dont look at each other, they keep staring at the stars as roman rambles, supplemented by lots of sarcastic comments and jokes and nervous laughter to hide the fact that his voice is shaking. And again, virgil doesnt say much, he doesnt interrupt roman and they both know that they feel comfy opening up to each other on these nights because theres a silent agreement that they dont discuss it, it's just a venting session, no advice or sympathy please.

but virgil does shuffle closer on the bed and presses their shoulders together, and he does take romans hand gently when roman starts picking at his nails

so yeah.. virgil seeks the CGs out when he wants to sleep, but its not so bad when he can't sleep either because he'll aways have roman too

#guys.. i am so emotional about brotherly prinxiety this week #i think its bc i miss my sister but damn this is just....... im loving these headcanons i am so soft #little/big concepts #asks #anon #long post

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