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pov: you’re drop dead gorgeous (and they don’t know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there’s no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you’re so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you’re so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he’d watch intently the way you’d smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there’s even anything to fix. he’ll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), “tell me why you’re so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!”

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he’s just mesmerized by the whole thing.

“katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we’re gonna be late.”

his only response is: “fuck off.”

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. “tch, you don’t even need any of this shit.”

“you don’t like it, katsuki?” you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

“h-hah?! i didn’t say that!” he shoves it to your hand, “now do this glittery shit next!”

and you just ditch whatever plans you’d made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he’ll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn’t know how he just let it happen but he’s like, “whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n.”

he then proceeds to tell you that, “every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness.”

“forgive them for what?”

he stares blankly at you. “for breathing the same air as you.”

bakugo katsuki’s not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, “u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n.”

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[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

maybe it was cruel of you to think so, but the hurt look on sakusa’s face as you ignored him was satisfactory, and his attempts of getting you to acknowledge him were almost amusing.

he tried with the classic ‘tighten the jars’, ultimately failing as he watched you easily twist them open and shut them even tighter, causing him to struggle. it moved to the cliché ‘hide your things around’, which also utterly failed when you easily found them. he tossed a few things above shelves and cabinets so it’s impossible for you to get, promising himself that he will figure out how the fuck to get it himself once you ask him, but you remained unfazed.

you could easily see his desperation increase, and you stood your ground despite how he had no idea what exactly he had done until he walked over to where you sat on the couch, laptop on your lap, and slumped on the ground. you sucked in a calming breath when he carefully moved your laptop aside and grabbed your hand, but he only carefully linked your fingers, staring up at you with soft eyes and a troubled frown.

“at least tell me what i did, my love.”

you stared into his eyes for a few seconds before you unlinked one hand and reached into your pocket, calmly pulling out two small velvet boxes. his body froze before he hesitantly accepted the one your fingers held out, letting go of your other hand as he carefully opened it, revealing the gift. immediately, his eyes widened as he looked up, and you stared back at him blankly. “is that…”

“a promise ring.” you continued calmly. he glanced down at it, then back up at you, then back down, then back up, all with wide eyes, and you only avoided his eyes. “i was supposed to give it to you yesterday, on the dinner i planned for us for our anniversary, the one you didn’t show up for.”

you didn’t have to look at him to see the way his face paled and eyes widened, body stilling. you only sighed softly, placing the second velvet box aside as you moved to the side and stood up, glancing down at him. he was unmoving, eyes still staring where you sat. “i’m not even upset that you didn’t remember our anniversary, i know you don’t really care about it, but you could have let me know you weren’t coming with even a text. i waited three hours in your favorite restaurant, kiyoomi.”

when he gave no reaction, you sighed and glanced down at your watch. “i’ll go get coffee, be back in a few.”

with that, you slipped your shoes on and left, hearing a simple ‘fuck.’ echoing as the door got shut.

seeing you didn’t exactly weren’t eager to get back quickly, you decided to run a few errands after buying your coffee to busy your thoughts, unaware of how much time had truly slipped until you noticed the sky getting darker, realizing that it may be time to get home.

the last thing you expected to find once you did was your boyfriend slumped on the kitchen floor, knees tugged up to his chest and face buried in his arm, muffled sniffles escaping him. you dropped the bags you held with an audible thud, accidentally causing sakusa to flinch, peaking from above his arm and at you, eyes widened before a light sob escaped his lips.

you didn’t even realize the mess around him until you were avoiding stepping on kitchen supplies as you rushed towards him, quickly kneeling to be on his level as you watched his eyes fill up with more tears. “kiyo, what’s wrong? are you hurt? what happened?”

he let out a loud sob when he attempted to speak, and you moved closer to him, quickly pulling him into your arms, heart breaking at way he immediately clutched into your shirt, burying his face in your chest as he pulled you impossibly closer.

it took a few seconds of whispering sweet nothings into his ear and running your hand through his soft hair until his sobs had calmed into soft sniffles, and he finally lifted himself away from you, eyes immediately tearing up again once he glanced down at your shirt. “i ruined your shirt.”

“it’s okay, i promise,” you immediately rushed out. he glanced at you, lips quivering, and you pulled him close again, his head falling on your shoulder. “i promise, kiyo, i could not care less about this shirt right now, okay? you’re my top priority. what happened? was it because i left? i didn’t—“

“it’s not.” he mumbled, burying his face into your shirt yet again. you patiently waited, and he shakily breathed out after a few seconds. “after… after you left, i was very angry at myself and wanted to make it up to you by making you your favorite meal for dinner.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “but kiyo, you can’t cook.”

“i know!” he cried out. “i thought it was easy, but it’s not, and i accidentally lit up the stove on fire and broke our cabinet and our kitchen table and i got jam on the fucking ceiling and— are you fucking giggling?!”

“‘m sorry,” you immediately apologized, but the genuineness got cut off with another snicker you couldn’t hold in, and he pulled away, offended. “i’m seriously sorry, kiyo, genuinely, please carry on.”

his shoulders drooped. “i just… i wanted to make something nice for you, you have been so patient with me even though i am not the best boyfriend there is, and i just kept fucking everything up. all that went through my head was why would you even stay with me when you have so much reasons to leave and— did you just flick my forehead?”

“yeah.” you hummed, looking around until a box of tissues came into your view, and you leaned over to snatch a couple, turning back to your confused sulking boyfriend. you gently grabbed his face, starting to carefully wipe the purple jam off his face. “you’re stupid, kiyo, i would never leave you. you may be a very dumb asshole sometimes, but you’re my asshole. so, let’s ignore this mess for now, you get up, go take a shower and get dressed so we can grab dinner and you can give me a simple sane apology, okay?”

he slowly nodded, face softening into an emotion you couldn’t figure out as you pulled yourself up, helping him up as well. he pulled you closer to him and grabbed your face before you could walk away, pushing your lips together and pulling back after a few seconds, eyes soft. “i love you.”

“i love you.” you murmured back. he gave you a soft smile, before he suddenly froze when his eyes landed on something behind you, and you arched an eyebrow. “kiyo?”

“uh, remember when i insisted we buy white furniture because we are two clean responsible adults who can handle themselves?”

“…jam?”

“jam.”

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i know sakusa is ooc i just simply do not care fr 💯

[3:02 AM - SUNA]

suna grunts softly as he crouches on the balcony, quickly but quietly pushing up the stiff window.

it feels like forever until he finally opens it up wide enough to fit though, but it's the last thing on his mind as he pushes his legs in first, and slips into your room.

he closes the window behind him, before giving the room a once over. a few vanilla candles are lit, but the room is still dark, and he can't see a thing.

he walks over to where he remembers your bedside lamp being, and flicks it on.

his eyes roam over to your bed first — technically the one you should be asleep in at 3 in the morning — but he isn't surprised when he doesn't see you.

he instinctively walks to your closet, but pauses outside.

"y/n?" he calls out softly, placing a hand on the cool metal of the doorknob. "can i come in, pretty?"

he's answered with a quiet sniffle, then a mumbled, "no."

suna sighs calmly and crouches down, his fingers intwined. "what happened, y/n?"

you don't respond, but suna has enough patience to cover the world when it comes to you, so he takes off his sweater, sits down on the carpet, and waits.

five minutes pass until a sob breaks out from behind the door, and suna's head darts up. between shaky sobs, suna makes out: "it was just a dream, but it felt so real."

but you're crying again, and suna can't quite figure out what to do.

"the way you said her name, rin, it hurt so much. the way you looked at her; you only ever look at me like that."

suna shuts his eyes, and runs a hand down his face. "can i open the door?"

"you know what scares me the most? that all the things we do together, one day, you'll do them with someone else. everything that's special to us will be special to another girl."

suna stands up, twists the doorknob, and pulls it open.

flicking on the light switch, he looks down to find you crisscrossed on the floor, puffy eyes and puffy cheeks, and tears streaming down your face.

he kneels down in front of you, and cups your damp cheeks with both of his hands. your lips fold in as your face crumbles once more, another wave of tears and sobs coming in.

"y/n," he sighs, pulling you into him as you sob against his chest, fisting his shirt in your hands. "the things that are special to us, will always only be ours. they'll never be for anyone else, because there never will be anyone else. our special things will always be our own."

your body trembles and shakes as you cry against him, but suna holds you tight, leaving kisses after kisses on your head to soothe you.

suna is always there to soothe you.

of course he'll miss a few tears, and sometimes he won't be there when you wake up calling for him, but he'll catch the next bus to your house, or walk the mile if he has to. he'll climb balconies and jump through windows at 3 in the morning to catch your tears and cuddle you back to sleep, or even stay with you until day break to fight them off if he has to.

"there will never be anyone better for us than each other, my pretty girl. there will never be anyone like you for me."

you're falling asleep in his arms, the kisses on your head slowly coming to a stop.

as suna carries you back into bed, he prays that the universe will be a little lighter on you.

this is an almost retelling of something that happened just the other day with me and my boyfriend, so i guess this is just a little appreciation post for him, because life has been so good after him. we have our rough patches and i am a handful, but he's always so patient and understanding for me, and is always willing to adapt and change to work with me, as am i. i'm so thankful for him, and i love him so much.

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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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You’ve had a difficult day, and were crying in the bathroom. You washed your face and put on a smile on your face, because you didn’t want him to worry about you. But he knows, almost instantly. 

Slightly smirking, he moves closer and closer, and playfully runs his finger down the bridge of your nose, “Your nose is always a little red after you’ve been crying…”

He smirks sadly, holding you by the waist, “Wanna talk about it, baby?”

AKAASHI, Iwaizumi, KUROO, MEIAN, OSAMU, SUNA, Tsukishima, Ushijima

good girl

❥ note: i got a new rollerball perfume with this name and it smells. so good. also, so sorry this is late! school has been absolutely insane and i’ve barely had any time to write :,)

“what’s that smell?” he asks, staring at you intently. it’s hard to tell if he’s displeased—his brows are furrowed, maybe with confusion.

suddenly self conscious, you ask, “is it bad?”

he pauses, inhaling through his nose. “not at all. i just…” he trails off for a moment, distracted, staring off into space as he thinks. “something smells really, really good.”

he then turns his attention back to you. he takes a step toward you, inhaling again. 

“it’s you,” he says, now standing so close that you have to look up to see his face. 

so, so gently, he places a hand on the back of your neck, carefully turning your head. he brushes your hair back, exposing your skin. you feel your heart beating in your throat, your face warming at the intimacy of it all. 

he leans in and you can feel his breath on your neck. he takes a deep breath, like he can’t get enough. “you smell really really good.”

“thank you,” you say, hoping he can’t tell how hot your face is getting. “it’s perfume.”

“mm,” he says, breathing in again. “what’s it called?”

he then pulls away, but his hand remains. it’s so, so warm, emanating heat through the rest of your body. his eyes meet yours, making your already stuttering heart skip a beat. 

“it’s called,” you start, and look away. you don’t want to say. 

“go on,” he says, turning your head to face him again. 

“it’s called good girl,” you finally admit, face on fire. 

a slow grin spreads across his face. “perfect for you,” he whispers, “can’t wait to smell it on my hoodies.”

❥ with: asahi, iwaizumi, akaashi, oikawa, sakusa, ushijima, tanaka

bakugo katsuki was exhausted. scorch marks were smeared against his skin and complimented by a litter of scratches and cuts. the trip home was quiet, the usual buzz of the city nightlife faint in his ringing ears. all his senses were dulled and numb, but as soon as you came into view and your fingertips grazed his cheek, they all suddenly came into razor focus.

he inhaled the smell of your familiar body wash, stared right into those big beautiful eyes of yours, and sagged at the touch of your sweet hands cupping his face– gave into it and nearly collapsed. but you held him up.

silently you brought him inside, and sat him down on the couch so you could treat his wounds and bruises. you pressed a delicate kiss to his temple before going to get the first aid kit. you come back to kneel beside him, and begin the practiced routine of cleaning and bandaging his wounds. his throat was thick as he watched you work, and some thorny thing wrapped around his heart and tightened, digging into his gummy flesh as he watches how practiced and fluent your movements have become from the amount of times he’s come back home slashed and torn, always having to fix him back up again and again and again-

“tomorrow.” he chokes out, his hand reaching out to rest on your cheek. “we can finish this tomorrow. i just want to sleep.” your lips open for moment, but then purse in defeat and you nod silently, heaving his arm over your shoulder to carry some of his weight as you make your way to your shared bedroom.

hairline fractures in his soul grew deeper and deeper with each struggled step, each thump of his dragging feet, each laboured breath. but each time you press a kiss to him and your gentle hands glide over his blackened skin, he could feel each one mend itself one by one.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI | 8:19PM | @goreist

“It’s a slow dance evening,” your husband decides. 

You disagree. The weight of this week’s stressors weigh heavily on your shoulders. Hunching your figure under his t shirt. You sigh heavily through your nose as he steps into your path. “Kiyoomi-”

He wraps you up in his arms, gently tugging you into his warm body and presses his head atop yours before you can finish your sentence. He’s shirtless and you can’t help but melt into the hard plains of him. Into his familiar scent.

He takes a deep breath and you feel the evidence of his life under your fingertips. The way his chest expands and his lungs fill with oxygen. The contraction of the muscles as he exhales above you. 

“Kiyoomi, seriously, we can’t-”

He squeezes you. Carefully applying enough pressure to force you to shut up. And then he’s breathing deeply again as he begins a slow circling motion around the space between your kitchen and living area. You don’t bother struggling. You relax into his hold and let him rock you, let him guide you through the motions.

There is no sound except the rustling of clothes and the busy city outside your safe haven. You find yourself reluctantly relaxing in the warmth of his embrace, your eyes slipping shut when he begins to hum some familiar tune. The stress of your week takes a back seat to the comfort of being engulfed in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s arms. Being protected by the broadness of his shoulders and back. 

“You’re safe,” he whispers and your emotions go haywire. A ball of emotion rolls off the back of your tongue and settles in the back of your throat like an uncomfortable boulder. “I’ve got you.”

The first shudder makes him pause in his swaying and the action sets of a domino effect. Another shudder wracks your finger and then you’re sobbing into his bare chest. Ugly, wet, hiccupping sobs that chip away at your husband’s heart. For one reckless moment he wonders if he can just get you to quit your job and stay home. Let him take care of you in every way. But then he remembers who you are and the absurdity of his thoughts. 

He adjusts you so he can run one hand up and down your spine in soothing strokes. You cry until your knees give out and then he scoops you up bridal style and carries you into your bedroom. He sits against the headboard and deposits you in his lap. He chuckles when you straddle him and bury your face in his neck. 

“You know it’s okay to be overwhelmed, love,” he says, settling one hand at the base of your spine while the other cups the back of your neck. “And it’s okay to cry and take a break and maybe even, you know-” he releases your neck and you can imagine him making a random gesture with his hand “-quityourjobandletmetakecareofyou.” He finishes in one breath. 

A giggle interrupts your sniffling, and you pull away from your hiding place enough to glare at him playfully. 

“There you are,” he smiles, cupping your cheek. “Feeling better?”

He reaches into the nightstand to pull out a Kleenex box when you sniffle and nod. 

“‘m sorry for-” you gesture to his shoulder and neck and chest, damp from your tears and snot.

He purses his lips, eyes narrowing at your embarrassment. “We’ve been married for half a decade,” he deadpans.

“Uh, so?”

“I’ve had your puke in places that-”

“Okay!” You squeal. “I get it!”

He cleans your face gently, his thumb massaging your cheek. When you’re both clean and your eyes are dry he presses a soft kiss to your mouth. “I don’t know how many times I have to say this before you get it into your pretty little head,” he says, cupping both your cheeks so you’re forced to stare at him as he speaks. “We can’t be too embarrassed to lean on each other love. That’s not how this thing between us-”

“You mean our marriage?” 

“-works. The point of this-”

“Marriage.”

“-mar- stop it,” he scowls. 

You blink innocently. “Continue.”

“I want you to trust me enough to come to me when you’re overwhelmed,” he admits. 

You sober immediately, bringing your own hands up to cup his around your face as you lean into them. “I’m sorry, sometimes I bite off more than I can chew and then life also decides to knock me around at the same time and before I know it everything is too much and I-”

“I know baby,” he soothes. “But you still have me. You will always have me. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“Good girl. No more work today.”

You pause “But-”

His glare is unsettling enough that you immediately snap your jaw shut. “We’ll order your favorites and watch a movie.” 

You open your mouth to protest and Sakusa kisses you soundly. Flipping you so you’re beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist as he pins you to the bed. When he pulls away you don’t even remember what you were going to say. The only thing you know is that you’re safe here. 

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