You're The One I Want

Pyro kids and the Cavalry Captain 

My heart was blessed last week when i found a post about how Bennett canonically sees Kaeya as a big brother. 

It made me realise how he is a brother figure to all the young Pyro users in Mondstadt and I had to be sappy and draw them all being happpyyyyy <3 <3.  

(Amber is more a headcanon, but i see Kaeya lookin out for her even though he likes to tease her, they definitely care for each other ya know.) 

BONUS : (maybe the weird grown up wants a hug too?)

THROUGH THE RUBBLE.

ft. Prohero!Bakugo x Prohero!Reader

synopsis: Trapped under rubble with you bleeding out, Dynamight does the only thing he can think of to distract you from the pain, he kisses you (pre-relationship)

˖⁺‧₊˚ tags & warnings: whump (reader), mentions of blood and injuries, slight hurt/comfort, pinning bakugo

note: guess who’s back 😼 wanted to write a short //drabble// about Mr. Dynamight, lemme know what you think

The city was a disaster zone. Dust littered the air, clinging to every breath Katsuki took. The streets were cracked, littered with chunks of broken concrete and twisted metal. Buildings groaned in their fractured state, some barely standing, others reduced to rubble. It was hell.

And the worst part? You were trapped under it.

Katsuki’s hands were trembling as he knelt beside you, chest heaving from exertion and panic, not that he’d ever admit to it. A steel pole jutted from your thigh, slick with your blood, pooling in the dirt beneath you. Your face was pale, lips parted as you panted through the pain.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a shaky hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Fuck, fuck, this is bad."

You huffed out something that was supposed to be a laugh, but it came out weak. "Tell me something I don’t know."

"Shut up," he snapped, but there was no real heat to it. If anything, his voice cracked a little. "We gotta get this thing out before you lose too much blood."

His words barely registered. The pain was overwhelming, twisting through your body like white-hot fire. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to breathe through it. You saw the way Katsuki’s hands hovered over the metal beam. It made your stomach churn seeing him scowling in uncertainty.

"... Just do it," you rasped.

Katsuki gritted his teeth so hard it hurt. He didn’t want to. He really fucking didn’t want to. But leaving it in wasn’t an option. His grip tightened around the pole, he felt bile start to rise at the back of his throat when he eyed your wound, your bone peeking through your impaled thigh.

His heart hammered against his ribs.

"I’ll count to three," he said, his voice rough.

You nodded, fingers digging into the dirt.

"One—"

And then he pulled.

The scream that tore from your throat was guttural, raw, and Katsuki thought he was going to be sick. You convulsed, body jerking in pain, but his arms were already around you, steadying you, keeping you from hurting yourself more. The pole clattered to the ground, smeared red.

He had to move fast. Blood gushed freely now, and he knew that if he didn’t stop it soon, he was going to lose you.

"Shit, shit, stay with me," he muttered, working quickly. His hands fumbled with his belt, yanking free the first aid kit he kept there. But it wasn’t enough. Not for something as severe as this. His brain screamed at him to do something, but there was only so much he could do with the minimal supplies he had.

So, without thinking, he ripped the sleeves of his suit, tying the fabric tight around your leg to slow the bleeding. Your whimpers cut through the air, and it hurt to hear you like this. Katsuki could take anything: punches, knives to the chest, and even death but hearing you in pain was unbearable.

"Fuck, I know it hurts," he murmured, pressing down on the wound harder. Your body jerked, a cry escaping your lips. Katsuki's chest clenched. "I know, baby, I know, just hang in there for me."

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, your body trembling beneath him. Your eyes were glassy, unfocused, and that scared him more than anything.

Think, think.

His hands found the disinfectant in his kit. He hesitated for a second before lifting the fabric and pouring it over the wound. Your entire body spasmed, a choked scream escaping your throat.

And then, without thinking, without even realizing what the fuck he was doing, he kissed you.

It wasn’t the way he’d imagined it in his head a thousand times over. But it was the only thing he thought of to distract you from the pain. To keep you from feeling even a second of the agony he was putting you through. But also, selfishly, a way to keep himself grounded. To remind himself that you were still here, still breathing, and still his.

Your body stiffened against him.

The pain was still there, screaming through every nerve in your body, but Katsuki's lips were soft and warm against yours. The kiss was brief, a taste of heaven both of you have been too afraid to take before.

When he pulled away, your wide, dazed eyes met his.

"...You just kiss me?" you croaked, voice raw.

Katsuki swallowed hard, his face burning. "Yeah. Yeah, I—fuck, I did."

You blinked, pain and exhaustion dulling your features, but your lips tingled. Your thigh hurt like hell and your back was sore from being hunched under the rubble for too long, but the warmth that flushed your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach temporarily drowned them out.

Your nervous chuckle sent a bolt of relief through his chest.

"You are losing a shit ton of blood," he muttered, pressing down on the soaked fabric.

You hissed in pain, squeezing your eyes shut. His stomach twisted.

Then, in the next few seconds, his earpiece crackled to life.

"Dynamight? Do you copy?"

Katsuki exhaled a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

"Fuckin’ finally," he growled, pressing a finger to his earpiece. "Yeah, I copy. I need an evac now—Y/H/N’s down, lost a lot of blood. I need medics ASAP."

"On it. Hold tight."

He sagged in relief, shoulders slumping. But his hands never stopped putting pressure on your wound.

"You hear that?" he murmured. "You’re gonna be fine, we're gonna get you home."

You hummed, eyes fluttering. "Yeah...sounds nice."

Katsuki stiffened. "Oi, don’t you fuckin’ pass out on me—hey!" His voice boomed as he cupped your cheek, lightly tapping to keep you awake. "Stay with me, y/n."

Your lips curled, even as your eyes slipped shut. "M’not going anywhere, Dynamight."

His breath hitched.

For once, he didn’t have a snarky comeback.

And as the distant sound of approaching sirens echoed through the ruined city, he pressed another kiss softly against your temple.

"Yeah," he whispered. "You better not."

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SIMPLE COMPLICATION, MISCOMMUNICATION

cw: arguments aren’t fun :( suna is bad at communicating :( reader is frustrated and a tad insecure :( angst to fluff tho i swear, i was mad so i took it out on paper (and on rintaro)

The small crack of light creeping through your curtain feels equivalent to the burn of a hangover. 

The clock reads a reasonable almost ten in the morning, but your body dismisses the concept of time and aches for twelve more hours of sleep. You barely slept last night, tossing and turning for hours on end, all because of your stupid boyfriend. 

Suna’s terrible at communicating, no matter how many times you tell him. He’s human, prone to making mistakes and having his fair share of wheels that need greasing, but his avoidant communication skills are often the core of a handful of your arguments.

This time around, he’s been away for the week traveling with EJP—and while the travel is nothing new, you’ve only received a single phone call and four texts within the past week. 

Waking up with a pounding headache, you instantly groan at the thought of pulling yourself out of bed. Rintaro won’t be home for another day, which means another night of no sleep and spiraling worry. 

At this point, coffee may be your only saving grace.

Trudging into your kitchen with knotted hair and morning breath, you barely even open your eyes as you mindlessly navigate your way to the savior that is your coffee machine. 

However, your apartment isn’t as empty as you left it last night. 

“Yikes,” an unsuspecting yet familiar voice practically wheezes at your appearance. “You look like you slept well,” the voice oozes of nothing but sarcasm and instigation. 

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[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

when you first heard that sakusa kiyoomi was an asshole, you doubted it.

you knew he was a germaphobe with fans who wouldn’t know the meaning of boundaries if it hit them in the face, so you dismissed every rumor about him being an absolute asshole. you saw with your own eyes how his face softened when he called his cousin and how he discreetly feeds the stray cats outside the university doors when he thinks no one is looking, so him being an asshole simply seemed… doubtful.

until you got partnered up to do a project with him. immediately, your slight admiration was gradually replaced by pure annoyance.

he refused to meet up in person, which you had accepted easily for the sake of his comfort. then, he refused calls and zoom meetings, insisting you can finish the entire thing over texts, which wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t fucking take hours to reply.

he dismissed all your ideas disrespectfully and insisted his were better, refusing to elaborate on any despite his own demanding. moreover, he forced most of the work on you, insisting that him doing the powerpoint slides was enough.

the last straw was when the night before the final presentation when he nonchalantly sent you a text saying he had lost the flash drive with the presentation, so he was going to re-do it in the fifteen minute gap he had before the lecture started because he was too tired from practice.

seeing red was an understatement for what you felt as you clicked the unsaved contact number, eyes narrowed purely in rage as you gripped your pen so tightly your knuckles turned white.

at the last ring, he picked up, a smooth yet annoyed voice speaking. “i thought i said i don’t do calls.”

“listen here, you fucking brat.” you started, voice warningly low. “i don’t fucking care if you don’t get a wink of sleep, you will fucking finish the presentation today and send me a copy before it hits three in the morning. i kept up with your fucking attitude, your crappy ideas, your late responses and the fact that i basically did the entire fucking work alone with the exception of the presentation, so if we don’t get the full grade and i see a little drop on the 30% this stupid crap is worth, i will personally make sure you won’t live to create another presentation.”

you hung up before he could even think of a response, slamming your phone harshly on the nightstand as you turned your attention back to your laptop. you expected your phone to be buzz with notifications of him throwing a fit, because your expectations were six feet under for him at that point, but there was none.

instead, there was an e-mail sent at 02:59 with a slide show attached. you placed it on your own flash drive, finally feeling the pressure fade ad you shoved everything to one side of the bed and immediately passed out.

the next morning, you walked in a few minutes before the presentation started, thankful you had already distributed what would be said in the presentation days ago as you carefully placed your stuff down, unaware of the way sakusa froze once his gaze landed on you, eyes widening in pure panic.

once you finally glanced over and met his eyes, you offered a flat ‘hi’ and pushed the flashdrive into the computer connected to the projector. he blinked rapidly. “you’re [y/n] [l/n]?”

“obviously.” you responded lowly, face blank as you set the presentation up, turning to him after. “you remember your parts?”

he nodded, seeming very distressed about an unknown fact as he scrunched his face up in frustration, but you ignored it, adjusting the collar of your top as students started piling in.

to your delight, the universe granted your desperate wishes the presentation went smoothly. you earned the full 30% and you were finally very relieved that the nightmare was over as you thanked your professor, quickly grabbing your stuff and walking out.

“wait!”

sucking in a deep breath, you paused in your steps, turning around with your lips pressed together and your eyes narrowed as they landed on sakusa. he stopped a few feet away from you, grimacing slightly as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“i’m sorry.” he started. you raised an eyebrow, unamused, and his eyes drifted to his shoes almost anxiously. “i was a huge jerk, i know.”

“jerk is a little generous.” you muttered. he sighed quietly, his eyes moving anxiously to meet yours again.

“i know. i am very sorry you had to deal with me for the past month and thank you for handling all of this.” he paused, gulping for a second before he spoke again, his next words a mumbled mess that you could barely make out. however, the way the words ran in your head was clear.

you almost dropped your stuff in surprise. thankfully, you managed to tightened your hold on them before they tumble to the ground, blinking twice before you cleared your throat softly. “excuse me?”

even with his mask on, you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of red as he looked everywhere but your eyes.

“can i take you out for coffee as an apology?” he swallowed harshly. “please?”

“…fine.”

fluff!!! little mentions to bakugou's past as a bully :/ but he's now very much in love with you <3

the best way to let bakugou katsuki know that you’re mad at him is by refusing to hold his hand. 

handholding is one of bakugou’s all time favourite affections. although subtle, it’s grounding. he likes to know that you’re safe by holding you close to him, and he has the chance to pull you away from danger the moment it happens. also, to know that you trust him to keep you safe is another bonus.

he is destruction’s incarnate and it is from his hands that danger is initiated: hands that have threatened and bullied many- good and bad alike. 

hands that have also pushed you into a corner when you were younger for defending a vulnerable midoriya from any more harm. 

hands that have sparked explosions in your face during many school festivals as he sparked threats to match.

hands that gradually, but surely, learnt how to chase after you longingly.

after months- years of maturing and apologising for his stupidity, bakugou thinks he is the luckiest man in the world to be able to hold you with the same hands that sparked fear during his youth. he thinks he is the luckiest man in the world because you have trusted him to protect your heart in his very hands. similarly, you openly cherish his with your two palms and despite how it bleeds with love for you, you have never once let it break.

he also thinks he is unfortunate that you’re not compassionate enough to be against torturing him when he fucks up.

and the best way to show that you still have not forgiven him is by revoking his hand holding privileges.

bakugou hates it when there’s tension between you two and despises it even more when you have to pretend like nothing is wrong when in fact, everything is wrong. you’re mad at him for some shit he said last night and now you don’t want to hold his hand, let alone look at him, and he wants to crumble. 

instead of finding a chance to talk, you both had to hang out with sero, kaminari, kirishima and mina as part of your obligatory monthly meetup and it was very obvious that something was off between you and bakugou. 

when a merciless gust of wind hits, bakugou sees this as his moment to react. as goosebumps emerge on your exposed skin and you audibly shiver from the cold, it earns you a fair share of concerned looks.

“you okay, y/n?” kirishima asks and you nod, shrugging up your shoulders as a futile attempt to shield yourself from the frostbite. from the corner of your eye, your boyfriend is already shrugging off his jacket, keeping his sassy muttering to a minimum. 

“just cold, thanks for asking,” you murmur, extending your palm to anyone in the group, “can someone hold my hand?” 

bakugo immediately reaches for you, grumbling an ‘i’ll hold your hand’ but you retract from him with a dirty glare before he could even touch you. his jaw drops and his crimson eyes become windows to how betrayed he’s feeling, and even more so when you utter the next words:

“can someone else hold my hand?” 

“but i’m your boyfriend?” he all but screams, earning a few snickers from your friends. they knew this dance all too well, sero and denki hissing ‘roasted’ at the blond. 

mina’s the only one brave enough to challenge bakugou, “i’ll hold your hand, y/n!”

she’s almost successful too if it weren’t for small explosions stopping just in front of her face as bakugou glares at her with the ugliest (affectionately) expression you have ever seen. no one can resist laughing when he yells out a ‘touch y/n and you die, racoon eyes!’ before snatching your hand into his; his grip far too tight for you to even try and wrestle out of it.

“yeah, laugh all you want extras! at least i get to hold y/n’s hand, dipshits!” 

“y/n’s got two hands though, can i hold your other one?” denki asks, feigning ignorance to the daggers bakugou was sending him and before you could giggle out a ‘sure!’, bakugou is lunging forward and shielding you from the electric blond. 

“none of you are worthy, go away morons!”

your stomach is cramping at this point, your throat is begging for you to stop laughing, and your cheeks are so very sore that it hurts. your laughter has been mixed with the rest of the groups- with the exception of bakugou who is pouting with irritation laced deeply in his expression, but so long as he gets to see you smiling at him rather than frowning, he doesn’t really mind.

“whatever, laugh all you want,” he mutters before stuffing your hands into his pockets, where he can keep them warm. the remainder of the squad continues forward, knowing to leave you two alone.

his thumb is soothingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand as he shares his warmth with you. when bakugou katsuki meets your eyes, all the tension from last night dwindles away as he visibly relaxes, relieved that you’re at least allowing him to hold your hand again. 

“we are okay, right?” he asks tentatively.

you shrug playfully, “i mean, i don’t really have any other choice than to say yes, do i?” 

his next comment is quick, passive, but heavy in its meaning, “you do.”

you soften at his vulnerability, squeezing his hand before reassuring him that “we’re okay, katsuki, and we will be for a long time.”

hello hello everyone!! thank you for reading, if you enjoyed the fic PLEASEEEE reblog!!! even if you don’t think it’ll do much, reblogs is how tumblr accounts function. you don’t even have to leave a message bc i appreciate every single interaction nonetheless.

hope you like my writing and i hope to see you around!!

- earth

no, because. something about men acting all stoic around his peers/workmates and rarely smiling, being serious in general and then being all soft with you, smiling and laughing at your jokes, wrapping their arms around your waist and placing their chin on your shoulder … do you know how much i love you? they’ll ask and proceed to demonstrate it

"Want some granola?" Suna asks, totally unsympathetic to your blubbering form sitting on the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor in front of him.

"Rin…I'm literally…" you groan, tired of it all. A few tears are swiped from your moist cheeks as you shudder and attempt to even out your voice. "No, Rintaro. I don't want any damn granola. I want my boyfriend back! How the hell can he just break up with me like that, over text of all freakin' things?! He's…he…he's a…"

"A dunce face," Suna completes for you.

"Yeah! A dunce face! I mean, why would he do that? How can he do that? We were fine last week!"

"Humans are fickle creatures," he muses.

"Yeah? Ha. Well then it's official. I hate humans- oh, except for you of course," you quickly say to your best friend. "But that…dunce face, and our physics professor, and the lady at the store who didn't give me proper change- I hate them!"

"Mm, I'm not a human actually," he says around a mouthful, noting the flavor profile between the oats and…nutmeg? Mhm, nutmeg. They totally put nutmeg in it. "I'm a genie."

"Oh, really?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yup. I'm not fickle at all. In fact, I've had the fattest crush on you for the last few years and never wavered. Even when your face looks like that. I probably love you by now or whatever. Don't know what's wrong with your boy toy," Suna shrugs as if he didn't just confess to you and smacks his lips. "Anyways, Atsumu is waiting for me on the quad. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago but a pesky human kept me back."

Suna drops the mostly finished bag of granola on your lap, only containing the little bits and pieces you liked, and plants a big kiss on you, right on your snotty and bitten lips. "Later, dude."

Finally kaeya is the trumpet boy

about time

featuring : iwaizumi hajime

includes : you being oikawa’s sister, brothers best friend trope, a teeny tiny mention of drinking, and you and makki being besties

notes : i legit put iwa and bo in the wheel name spinning thing bcs i was too indecisive to pick and iwa won three in a row….the universe apparently sided with this hunk 2day ! ignore the mistakes if you find any, i’ll fix em laterzzz :)))

being oikawa’s sister had its perks.

you’re instantly popular, you have boys queuing up to get your number, every girl in the school was nice to you ( though they only wanted to get closer to your brother but you didn’t care honestly) so really there wasn’t anything you can complain about.

except that you have the biggest crush on your brother’s best friend.

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that one tiktok trend 🌚

i was debating between jack or sebek and then my friend was like: “honestly why not silver? he’d fall for it tbh”

she was so right so i did it

(sorry i render myself very lazily, all the focus goes into the boys ^^)