You’re Going To Cry. You Swear, You’re Going To Lose Your Mind Right Here In The Middle Of Class

I'm just plagued with the idea of kissing this man. p.jackson x reader

There was no helping yourself. Really.

How dare he look so cute while talking about his day, the usual sparkle in his sea-green eyes making it impossible to focus on anything other than him? The way he spoke—animated, casual, completely unaware of how effortlessly charming he was—only made things worse. And to top it all off, he had the audacity to let you sit in his lap, his arms wrapped around you like you belonged there, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You were supposed to be listening. Really, you were. But between the warmth of his body beneath you and the way his thumb brushed lazily against your hip, your resolve crumbled.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Percy paused mid-sentence, his lips twitching into a smile. “What kiss are you kiss doing?” he asked, words muffled against your lips as you stole another kiss—this time landing squarely on his mouth.

“Loving you,” you murmured, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, drawing it out just long enough to feel his breath catch.

Percy let out a soft hum, his fingers pressing a little firmer into your waist as he grinned against your lips. “Mm… can’t say I mind.”

You giggled, threading your fingers through his messy black curls. “Didn’t think you would.”

His hands slowly slid up your back, before he pulled you even closer. “You’re not even letting me finish my story,” he teased, though the warmth in his voice betrayed any real protest.

“You’ll live,” you whispered before kissing him again, this time slow and sweet, savoring the way he melted into you like he had all the time in the world.

If there was one thing about Percy Jackson, it was that he always made you feel like the center of his world.

And you’d kiss him as many times as it took to remind him he was the center of yours too.

a/n. it's been a hot minute, y'all. this is inspired by a reel i saw on instagram (@dagirlythang), although i believe this is one of those notorious accounts that reposts content from other creators without proper citation :\ still, credit is due where it's (partially) due. anywho, i haven't written in a WHILE, but i hope this still scratches the itch for some of you. enjoy! (0.6k)

“here, kats.”

from where he’s just put the car in park, bakugou looks at you—first, instinctively—then carefully, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of what you’re holding.

his normally crimson eyes that are seeming darker under the dim light of his brand new porsche dart up to meet yours. “the fuck is that?”

you frown at his unexpectedly hostile reaction, although it’s quick to morph into a look of realization when it hits you belatedly.

“shit, sorry,” you half-laugh, half-sputter, hurriedly returning it to your bag before reaching into its depths for your phone. you thumb in your password in almost less than a second, gaze trained on the app as you click it, “i forgot you preferred cashless transactions.”

you’re in the middle of typing in bakugou’s phone number—you’re embarrassed to admit you already have it memorized just two weeks into dating him—when your device is unceremoniously yanked out of your grip—so fast that you could barely squeak in surprise. you whip to face the pro-hero—about to reprimand his ear off for ripping it away from your hands like that—when you catch a glimpse of his features and all the words suddenly die in your throat.

uh oh.

“tell me,” he starts, voice low, and you find yourself gulping despite yourself. “did i buy this car so i can quit hero work and be a driver?”

“…no?”

a scowl. “then why are you treating me like i’m you’re fucking uber?”

you blanch. “i’m not! i just figured i give you some gas money.”

“why the fuck would you send me gas money?”

you know better than to answer that, so you shake your head and ignore the way he’s practically glowering at you, before pulling out the wad of cash from earlier, “is this much okay—”

“you ain’t sending me shit,” bakugou essentially spits—cutting you off—just as he reaches over the console and thrusts your hand back into your wallet.

he’s still gripping onto your phone.

you toss him an exasperated expression.

that earns you an eye roll. “don’t.”

you pout. “why won’t you let me help?”

“this isn’t about help, dumbass,” bakugou drawls, mirroring your irritation. “i won’t be caught dead asking my girlfriend for money.”

you try to breeze past the way he just referred to you as his girlfriend, masking your fluster with a scoff. “so it’s a pride thing now?”

the ash-blonde sneers. “more like the bare fucking minimum.”

to that, you snort, although you can’t fight the smile that tugs at your lips. “easy for you to say, rich guy.”

“watch it,” he warns, and you break into a laugh, then laugh harder when his mouth wobbles in a sorry attempt to keep a stern face.

that grants you a playful punch to the shoulder, which you take in stride, still chuckling. soon enough, the air falls into a quiet lull with neither of you making a move to get out and into your apartment’s parking lot. this goes on for a few beats, before bakugou finally breaks the silence.

“p-promise me.”

bewildered, you glance at the pro-hero, who’s looking straight ahead onto the wall beyond the car. “promise you what?”

he swallows, as if nervous. “that you’ll get used to this.”

your eyes widen, suddenly speechless. the urge to ask him what he means by ‘this’ quickly surfaces—something tells you it’s more than just him spending on you—albeit dies down just as swiftly. the last thing you want is to ruin the moment.

instead, you settle with peering at him curiously for another minute, before: “…do i have a choice?”

at that, bakugou turns to you, grinning. “nah.”

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Begging for a Katsuki and Eijiro version of them being teased

I’m so in love with your writing omfg

katsuki getting frustrated with your teasing

katsuki was insanely sensitive to touch, always noticing even when you slightly brushed by him. however, he would always pull you back, expecting a kiss or some more affection before he let you go.

because of his sensitivity, you decided to tease him more. it couldn’t hurt, right? surely it wouldn’t do so much to him, after all, it would be a harmless joke.

so when you began to slowly run your hands down his back or chest, he would feel so much, your fingers grazing over his scars and through his clothes. he could hardly help himself, and when he was in the hallways of UA, or walking down the streets on patrol, he would still feel your hands all over his body. he blamed you for how he suddenly turned touch-deprived.

of course, katsuki wouldn’t admit his yearning to anyone but you. he missed your touch at all times, trying to imitate your hands with his own, rough ones, whether it was placing his hand on his chest like how you would, or running down his hand up and down his bicep.

but it never felt like you, and he needed your touch. he didn’t care what you did or how you did it, but he needed you, needed to feel you.

something was off. you always placed teasing touches on him, especially when his friends were around. were you trying to catch him off guard? were you just trying to embarrass him, show his friends how he really was around you?

so when you finally sat yourself on his lap, straddling his thick thighs, he nearly lost it. you ran your hands down his scarred and muscular chest, placing teasing kisses on his neck. you were driving him insane with how you were touching him, and you even knew how sensitive he was, how every touch affected him so much.

once you ran your hand down his stomach, katsuki shuddered and grabbed your wrist, “the fuck are you doing?”

you mumbled, “‘m not doing anything, kats,” and continued with your small and gentle touches.

“mm, stop—“ he muttered, trying to bite down the soft sighs that came out of his mouth, feeling too comfortable around you.

you pulled away, knowing it wasn’t what he really wanted, causing a string of curses to leave his mouth. he gently shoved your head back into his neck, begging for more kisses. he grunted once you didn’t continue, and you let out a small chuckle.

eventually, you kissed katsuki’s neck and jawline, hands sitting on his shoulders, and his hands on your hips. he mumbled, “you damn tease,” and softly laughed, rubbing your back up and down.

if only you knew how much your affect on him stretched.

i’m so glad you love my writing, i genuinely appreciate it so much. i’ll make a separate writing for eijiro being teased :)

"I don't know what the fuck to do" Katsuki said, using his hand as somewhat of a visor for the sun.

"You have to look for the ripe ones" You looked up, you were crouched next to the strawberry plants, basket in hand.

The heavy rain had just stopped a couple hours ago, so plans were made for you and Katsuki to go strawberry picking.

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"Katsuki hurry up!" You shouted, car keys in hand.

"I can't find the fucking basket!" His loud voice echoed through the hall.

"I already told you, I have both of them" You sighed. He came speed walking down the hall, taking the basket from your extended arm. "Open your ears next time yeah?" You laughed, opening the front door.

"Yea yea, damn it stop talking like me." He grumbled, but he thought it was kind of cute anyways.

He quickly followed after you.

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"Is this one good?" He held up a dark strawberry.

"No, that one's too old, try a brighter one." You said, and he sighed.

"This one?" It was red, though it had a couple white spots.

"That one's not ready yet" He sighs once again, mumbling curse words under his breath.

"Baby, you wanna find perfect red ones, no white spots, no mold, just red." You look around, this field of strawberries wasn't all you hoped for. None of the strawberries were even close to being good. All of them were either molding, or weren't ripe.

"Babe, maybe we should head home and--" you turn your head to look at Katsuki, who currently has a perfect red strawberry in his mouth. "Where'd you find that one?" You laugh, and he looks at you.

"Errr, the plants?" He finishes the strawberry, putting the leaf stem in his basket.

"I'm glad you atleast found one, I can't find any. But don't put it in there just--" You cut yourself off once again when you see atleast ten stems in there. "Katsuki!"

"What?" He laughs "they looked too good to resist."

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3

“do you think we’re soulmates?”

“i don’t believe in that shit.” katsuki’s hand tangles in your messy hair sprawled against the pillow he fought you over and ultimately gave to you with a small roll of his eyes.

you huff against his chest, frowning at his words. “you don’t think we were meant to be?”

“hell no.” he grins almost a little mockingly

“why not..?” you mutter, thankful your face is out of his sight because your disappointed expression is really quite laughable.

it’s silent for a long moment, and in the dark room, you assume he fell asleep. you sigh, cautiously readjusting your position to be more comfortable as you shut your eyes, ready to sleep.

that is until his hand drops from your hair onto your arm, rubbing small circles. “i don’t think i’m meant to be with anyone.” he whispers, staring up at his ceiling, still covered in glow in the dark stars from when he was a kid. “i think i just got lucky.”

you keep your eyes closed, half asleep as you respond immediately, “well, i don’t believe in luck. everything happens for a reason, suki.”

“that’s your prerogative, i guess.” he hums, his motions slowing down against your arm, resting there lazily.

“mm,” you wrap your arms around his torso, your cheek smushing against his chest.

another long moment passes, and katsuki’s still staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“you asleep?” he murmurs, careful not to wake you if you are.

“no, baby.”

he nods to himself, leaning down to plant a kiss on your head. “okay. i love you. thank you.” he whispers before resting back on his bed and shutting his eyes.

“thank you for what?” you reply, smiling softly at his affection.

he shrugs lightly before sleep takes over him, his arms engulfed around you without another word.

its 2am leave me alone ☹️

In another universe, someone will love me the way that I am and speak to me softly when I make a mistake.

sassy & half deaf bakugou who refuses to put on his hearing aids and closes his eyes so he can’t see your signing when you two bicker

reminds me of horimiya

Having fallen for Bakugou due to his loud, raspy voice, it comes as a shock to notice him lowering to a softer, attempting-to-be-polite tone.

All because he fell for you too.

It's very strange and noticeable at first. You've half a mind to think something's wrong with him. Then you start to get used to it. Reserved for you and back to normal when someone interrupts. It's very sweet, makes you melt, filled with a sugary syrup feeling bubbling over.

Sure, maybe the words he means to come out as a sentimental flirt sound slightly insulting and therefore strange in such a foreign yet tender tone.

But he truly means well!

You thought you enjoyed listening to any nonsense he had to spout. Practically laying with your head propped up by your hands, kicking your feet up, smiling as you tuned in to only him. But this change made you realize there so much more you wanted to hear from him. So much you wanted pay actually pay attention to.

With all his desire at becoming the best in every aspect he chose to pursue, there'd be no end to the intrigue he'd draw from you. New habits and actions he'd try out. Just for you!

Yes, you're very enthralled by him and eager to see what other changes he'll develop.

But sometimes you do miss those times he used to treat you like everyone else. Specially his overconfident timber.

You get it sometimes, when he comes close to blowing his fuse. It's just with you he tries harder to catch himself before barking like usual. Very endearing, yes. You're happy about that. Make him aware of it.

But now you need to make him aware of how much you love his callous self. Beg him not to worry about being coarse around you all the time. Hands on his shoulders, shaking him dramatically. Every once in a while would be okay right?

He's a bit put off, confused since his friends and parents told him that people's romantic interests don't like it when one is as brash as he usually is.

He tries to figure out the balance. How to be sweet as you like of him while also gnashing like you're asking of him.

It feels weird. Really weird.

Liking people is hard.

But eventually he finds that balance, paying close attention to all your reactions to find out what's good and what's not. Sometimes, if he's preening enough from all your positive feedback, he'll smirk out a tease just before charging into battle.

And you think you may just pass out from how fast your heart beats, the overload of glee you feel from little lines unnatural.

Just from the simplest things,

Who knew there'd be so much to love about him.

Please I need Yeon sieun dating head canons.

pairing: kdrama!sieun x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of parental neglect/bullying

includes: reader is booksmart/likes studying, post layout is kinda messy oops, this is my first attempt at writing hcs pls, i am begging for sieun x male reader reqs

a/n: i don't write hcs but i had a few ideas for this so i did my best lol thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

⋆｡°✩ first meeting

— he’s SO awkward when you first meet

— probably ignores you at first lmao

— sieun doesn’t care much about his peers/other classmates but you catch his eye because of your intelligence

— he still focus more on his studies tho

sieun sits at his usual seat in class, hunched over his desk as he reviews his notes for an upcoming english exam. his hand hovers just above the paper as he skims through the words and makes small mental notes about which parts to continue practicing.

the sudden halted chatter from his classmates catches sieun’s attention. he glances up briefly, setting his pencil aside when he notices his teacher standing in her usual position at the front of the classroom. beside her is an unfamiliar teenager wearing a thin black jacket draped over the school’s button up. 

“class,” the teacher begins, gesturing to you. “this is y/n. they’re a new student here.”

“hello,” you say, bowing to the class. 

“there’s an open spot next to sieun,” she says, gently pushing you towards him. “you can sit there for now.”

sieun lets out a small sigh in annoyance as you shuffle over before sliding into the seat beside him. the mindless chatter of your classmates resumes as the door closes, signaling your teacher’s exit. he reaches over to grab his earbuds once again, reaching up to place one into his ear when a voice interrupts him. “number four is wrong.”

sieun stops in his tracks, glaring in your direction. you had also pulled out a notebook, filled with your own scribbled notes and miscellaneous doodles decorating the corners. “it’s a dependant clause, not independent,” you elaborate before turning back to your own notes. 

despite his better judgment, sieun backtracks to question four. he scoffs slightly when he rereads the question again. you were right. 

“thanks,” he mumbles. 

you simply smile, waving him off with the slight shake of your head. “anytime.”

⋆｡°✩ first date

— you have to ask him out. he will never make the first move

— needs a lot of reassurance. this is his first relationship and he likes you a lot. he doesn’t wanna mess it up. bare with him

— probably started off as a study hangout and turned into a study date ngl

you flip your pen between your fingers as you watch sieun continue to scribble down notes. his apartment remains silent except for the occasional noise of either of you flipping through your textbooks or the incessant noise of sieun’s pencil against the page. 

you set your own pencil aside, ignoring your notes in favour of admiring the boy in front of you. sieun’s fringe is just barely short enough to avoid falling into his eyes. his eyebrows furrow every now and then as his eyes rapidly switch between his notebook and the textbook laid out beside him. his teeth catch his bottom lip between them - a particularly attractive habit you had noticed over the months of getting to know each other. 

siuen pauses when he notices your lack of writing, glancing up at you momentarily. you can’t help the soft smile that spreads across your face when you notice his cheeks heating up slightly. 

“you’re staring,” he says.

“i’m admiring,” you tease. sieun’s writing pauses for a second before resuming, though his blush has spread fully across his face, tinting the skin a light pink. 

a tranquil silence falls over the room once again. it feels so intimate - sitting with sieun in his quiet apartment. your little quirks have made their way into his life despite your young age. a new pair of slides sits at the door, awaiting your arrival. the front pouch of sieun’s backpack has been cleaned out of the usual pencils and highlighters in favour of snacks and packets of gum for you to take at your convenience. he no longer reaches for his left earbud; the small device being reserved for you. 

your feelings for sieun jumble together in a mess of half-finished love letters and detailed confessions deeply confined to your mind. after spending over a month suppressing the urge to tell him, you finally can’t help yourself anymore.

“sieun,” you reach out to take his hand into yours. you smile as he intertwines your fingers together. he stops his studying to look up at you - something he’s never done for anyone else. “i like you.”

his eyes widen in surprise. your breath hitches in your throat and your body tenses. it feels like hours of waiting for his reaction before he finally speaks. 

“i like you too.”

a bright smile spreads across your face, making sieun’s lips quirk upwards into a soft smile of his own. “will you be mine?”

“only if you’ll be mine too,” he smiles as he squeezes your still-intertwined hands.

⋆｡°✩ first kiss

— “i don’t know what to do with my hands”

— has never been kissed before slkdnsl

— probably doesn’t kiss back at first but he’ll get the hang of it

— more of a peck than an actual kiss tbh

— it takes a lot of trust and vulnerability to get to this point with siuen. he’s not used to feeling love or affection so kisses mean a lot to you

you sigh to yourself, dramatically stretching before a yawn escapes you. the noise catches sieun’s attention, making him pause momentarily as he watches you attempt to blink some of the sleepiness out of your eyes. “you should get some rest,” he says. 

you glance at your textbook once more before nodding with another small sigh. “so should you. you’ve been working for even longer than i have.”

“i’m fine.” the words escape sieun’s lips almost instinctively as he continues his studying. you resist the urge to roll your eyes, closing your textbook and shoving it into your backpack in preparation for school the next day. 

“sieun…” you circle around the dining room table so you’re standing behind your boyfriend. you lean down to gently rest your hands on his shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles. a small sigh of content escapes him as you lean down to press a chaste kiss against his cheek. “you’re exhausted. come on, let’s go to bed.”

sieun finally relents after a few more seconds, letting his own pencil fall to the side before he stands up. your arm snakes around his waist as you help him tidy up; rhythmically packing up his pencils into the case and sliding each textbook back into its rightful place inside of his bag. 

you set your backpacks beside each other as you guide sieun towards his bedroom. his bed remains in the corner, still perfectly tidied from his morning routine. 

sieun climbs into bed first, sliding underneath the covers before you join him. his arm finds its familiar home around your waist to keep your body closely against his. you bring your hand up to cup sieun’s cheek, brushing your thumb against his soft skin. he smiles as your fingers trail down his face to trace along his jawline before they finally settle underneath his chin. 

sieun’s breath hitches when you brush your thumb against his plump bottom lip. he’s grateful for the darkness covers the blush burning on his cheeks. your voice is quiet when you break the silence. “sieun,” you whisper.

“what is it?”

“can i kiss you?”

his body tenses beside you before he forces himself to relax. sieun can feel his heart beating erratically in his chest. “i’ve… never kissed anybody before.”

“it’s okay.” even in the moonlight he can see you softly smiling at him. “we can take it slow, okay? i won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

he knows. sieun has never felt safe with anyone like he does with you. but he nods nevertheless. “please kiss me,” he whispers. 

your hand moves from his chin to cup his cheek once again. after a few seconds you finally lean in, gently pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. 

sieun brings his own hand up to your cheek, hesitantly leaning in and replicating your movements. this one lasts much longer than the first. you can nearly feel all of the love being poured into it. 

you both smile when you finally pull away, pressing a final peck against his lips. you lean in closer, nuzzling your face into the crook of sieun’s neck. you press a chaste kiss against the exposed skin of his neck as you let out a small content sigh, finally letting your eyes flutter closed as you begin to fall asleep. “i love you,” you whisper.

sieun presses a kiss against your forehead. “i love you too.”

⋆｡°✩ general dating hcs

— not a huge fan of pda. he doesn’t like the attention and would rather keep your moments together private

— not very touchy but he likes when you hold his hand/intertwine your arms together (especially if it’s an unconscious thing)

— SO PROTECTIVE. sieun is 100% willing to throw himself between you and any bullies 

— his kisses are short and sweet. kiss him as a reward for a good grade or reassurance and his face will light up

— sometimes if he’s feeling extra confident he’ll kiss you in public

— has moments of insecurity pretty often. siuen was neglected as a kid and bullied as a teenager. he needs to know that you love and care about him for him and not out of sympathy

— he needs reminders to eat/sleep/drink water. falls a little more in love every time you do little things for him

— his love languages are quality time/acts of service. quietly studying together until you get up to make him some food as he reviews your notes for you are some of his fav moments with you

— gets clingy when he’s tired. pull him away from his studying, help him wash up, kiss his forehead, and pull him into your arms and he will MELT

— also pls pls pls play with his hair he’ll fall asleep immediately