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“boy dad Zayne”

summary: you and Zayne had a son whose personality is just like his dad’s ໒꒰ྀི ´͈ ᵕ  `͈ ꒱ྀི১

content: fluff, a baby!

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the first time Zayne held him, he thought, he’s too small

too small for his hands, too small for this world

but when those tiny fingers grasped his own—tight, insistent, unyielding—Zayne realized something

this boy, his son, would be just as stubborn as him

—

“dada,” a small voice whispered

Zayne turned from his desk to see his son standing at the doorway, brown hair a tousled mess, big, familiar eyes blinking up at him

“mama’s in the kitchen” the boy continued, lowering his voice like they were discussing classified information

Zayne smirked, already knowing where this was going “is she?”

his son nodded, stepping closer “we should go now”

“are you sure?”

“yes,” the boy said, looking so serious it was almost comical “before she comes back”

Zayne sighed, pretending to consider. then he stood, holding his hand out

his son took it instantly

together, they moved silently through the house, past the living room, past the dining table—until they reached their destination

the kitchen.

“I’ll get the chocolates,” Zayne murmured, already reaching for the highest shelf “you go for the cookies.”

his son nodded, moving quickly, barely making a sound

Zayne had to bite back a smile. he really is just like me

“got them!” the boy whispered excitedly, holding up the stolen sweets

“good,” Zayne said, grabbing the chocolate bars “now let’s—”

“what do you two think you’re doing?”

they froze

slowly, Zayne turned to see you standing at the doorway, arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line

his son immediately hid the cookies behind his back

Zayne, however, simply sighed “you weren’t supposed to be back yet”

“and you weren’t supposed to be stealing sweets before dinner” you shot back, giving them both the look

Zayne exhaled, exchanging a glance with his son

“we’re in trouble” the boy muttered

“very” Zayne confirmed

you stepped forward, taking the chocolates from his hands and the cookies from your son’s

“no more sweets,” you said firmly

“especially you” you added, flicking Zayne’s forehead

he smirked “I don’t know what you mean. I was just following my son’s lead”

“oh, so now it’s his fault?” you huffed

Zayne bent down, ruffling the boy’s hair “we’re in this together, aren’t we?”

his son grinned “yeah!”

you sighed, shaking your head “I swear, raising you both is exhausting”

“but you love us” Zayne teased

you rolled your eyes “unfortunately.”

—

when you got sick, they took it very seriously

Zayne didn’t leave your side, making sure you had everything you needed

his son, however, took it a step further

“mama, drink your tea” he ordered, standing beside the bed with his little hands on his hips

you smiled weakly “I will, sweetheart”

“now” he insisted

Zayne smirked, sitting beside you “you heard him”

you sighed but took a sip “happy?”

your son nodded, satisfied

“good,” he said “because dada and I have a plan.”

you raised a brow “a plan?”

Zayne crossed his arms “we’re making sure you rest properly. no getting up, no working, and definitely no sneaking out of bed”

you groaned “I’m not that sick”

“you are,” your son said, climbing onto the bed “and dada says you have to listen to the doctor”

Zayne smirked “he’s right”

you sighed, defeated

“fine,” you relented “but at least let me—”

“shhh,” your son pressed a finger to your lips

you blinked

“rest” he whispered

Zayne chuckled “you heard him”

you sighed again, lying back

Zayne pulled the blanket over you, pressing a kiss to your forehead

“good girl” he murmured

you rolled your eyes but smiled

your son snuggled into your side, holding your hand

“I love you, mama” he whispered

Zayne’s heart clenched

you squeezed his tiny hand “I love you too, sweetheart”

and Zayne, watching the two of you, thought—I love you both more than anything

—

one evening, you walked into the study and nearly melted on the spot

Zayne sat on the couch, a medical book open in his hands, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose

next to him, curled up against his side, was your son—holding a children’s book, wearing his little glasses, looking equally serious

your heart clenched

he really is a mini Zayne

they looked so alike—both absorbed in their reading, both adjusting their glasses at the same time, both so incredibly cute you could hardly stand it

you stood there for a moment, just admiring them

then, as if sensing your gaze, Zayne looked up

his lips curled “enjoying the view?”

you smiled, stepping closer “very.”

your son looked up too, pushing his glasses up his nose

“mama, we’re reading” he said, his tone so much like Zayne’s that you had to bite back a laugh

“i can see that,” you teased, sitting beside them “what are you reading, sweetheart?”

he held up his book “it’s about space!”

Zayne smirked “he insisted on reading something educational”

your son nodded “like dada!”

your heart melted

you ran a hand through his soft brown hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead

“you’re just like him, you know that?” you murmured

he beamed

Zayne raised a brow “and here I thought you’d say he looked like you”

“oh, he does,” you said, grinning “but everything else? that’s all you”

Zayne exhaled, closing his book

he reached over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

“then I suppose we’re both lucky” he murmured

you smiled, leaning into his touch

your son yawned, curling against Zayne’s side

Zayne sighed, lifting him effortlessly “time for bed”

“nooo” the boy whined, already half-asleep

you laughed “no arguing, young man.”

Zayne smirked “she’s right. come on”

he carried him to his room, tucking him in, brushing a hand over his hair

“goodnight, little one” he whispered

“goodnight, dada” he murmured sleepily

Zayne pressed a kiss to his forehead before stepping back

he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist

“now,” he murmured, voice low “shall I put you to bed too?”

you smirked “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

he chuckled, pressing a slow kiss to your lips

“always.”

1:02am — zayne

zayne felt tired. he feels as if the days of his business trip seemed to drag on for longer than he accounted for. 

usually business trips didn’t bother him, but this time it was different as he was asked by the world’s doctor association to share his findings regarding the rare protocore syndrome that he spent his youth researching and studying for.

of course, he was grateful for the recognition of his work, but if it were up to him, he wouldn’t have travelled thousands of miles away from you just to showcase his findings.

how long has it been? surely it’s been a few weeks, only… a lot more to go. zayne sighs as his green eyes scanned the piles of bulky folders in his hotel room table, each folder almost bursting out with information about the protocore disease. 

the doctor takes out his phone, his demeanor slowly relaxes as he sees his wallpaper containing you winking at the camera, the snowman plushie he caught for you squished against your cheek.

his eyes flit toward the time that read 2:30am. he wonders if you’re huddled up and asleep in linkon, maybe you were thinking of him while you hug the plushies he won for you, maybe you were rereading your previous messages, maybe you were as restless as he is. 

zayne could only sigh as he pushes up his glasses up to his nose. 

the sooner he incorporates the other thesis in his reviews, the sooner he can come home to you. he thinks to himself but he knows that it wasn’t as simple as it sounded as when he gets back home from linkon, surgeries will pile up the moment he clocks in. 

he clicks open his laptop, glasses reflecting the blue light of his device. 

hours were spent typing and reviewing sentences upon sentences and if zayne were being honest, his eyes and head were starting to hurt. he leans back on his chair as he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. 

a knock interrupts his solitude and he doesn’t know whether he should be thankful for it. 

“just a minute.” he says as he stands up, and walks to the door, opening it, expecting greyson to be outside with more findings on the protocore disease. 

the doctor freezes in his tracks as he sees you standing before him, your luggage beside you and a beaming smile plastered on your face. 

“you…” zayne trails off, eyes wide as for once in his life, he does not know what to say. his hand remained frozen on the doorknob. with all the stress he’s been under, he’s convinced that he must be hallucinating you.

“i didn’t expect chansia weather to be this cold.” you say, as if you didn’t just travel halfway across the world to see your boyfriend. 

you looked absolutely beautiful.

“you should’ve given me a warn— zayne?!” you were startled as he pulled you and your luggage in the hotel room. the door clicks shut and his hands were firmly on the side of your shoulders, as if he were analyzing you. 

“surprise?” you couldn’t help but giggle, only to be rendered speechless as zayne says nothing. 

zayne puts a finger under your chin as he tilts it up, staring deep into your eyes as if he were calculating. without any more warning he dips down and slots his lips firmly against yours. 

you let out a surprised noise but almost immediately closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer. 

with that kiss, you could feel zayne’s longingness, his yearning.

he needed this.

after a few seconds you pull away, you see zayne’s eyes still closed, you give his lips a playful peck and that seems to do the trick as he opens his eyes. 

you can see zayne’s tiredness in his green eyes and you unconsciously pout, sympathizing with your boyfriend's fatigue. 

“missed me?” you teased. zayne lets out a huff of laughter as he buries his face on the crown of your head, your figure embraced by him so comfortably. 

you could feel zayne smile as he takes a lungful of your scent.

“you have no idea.”

Could you please do a smau(or even fanfic If you have the inspiration for it. Go wild with this) with izuku who gets a little cocky overtime when he realizes he's actually hella attractive and reader drools over him 🙊

authors note - surprisingly i didn’t have the inspo to do a smau </3 i hope this met your expectations bby! 💌

flex for me // izuku midoriya

izuku flexed infront of the vanity he had gotten you not too long ago, for your birthday ‘just because’. he said his princess needed to have a pretty little vanity all for herself.

his hefty body taking up most of the mirrors view, and there you were, behind him. you laid on your shared bed, behind him. “well aren’t you feeling yourself” whistling as you took in the view infront of you. izuku chuckled, “gotta admire the body my girlfriend gets blessed to see everyday” he huffed out as he turned around, facing you with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning against the vanity, small compared to your herculean boyfriend. “getting cocky aren’t we?” 

you said as you placed your phone onto the plush duvet as you rolled across the bed, now on your back. looking up at izuku, upside down. he walked towards, leaning down and dipping towards your face, brushing your hair out of your face as he took in your features, “god, i’m so lucky” he practically muttered as he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, “i think you mean IM lucky, look at you!!” you turned around, propping your elbows up, holding up your body weight, as izuku peppered kisses on your face, your eyelashes fluttered as he gripped your chin, softly and considerately. 

“you look so yummy, i wanna take a bite out of your bicep” you nibbled onto his lip, as he chuckled, bear-hugging you and dropping you onto the bed along with him. izuku held you ontop of him, your back against his chest, as your strained your neck and turned your head around to take a look at izuku, he looked back at you with low-lidded eyes. 

“you should definitely flex in the mirror more, record it too so i can watch it on repeat” you muttered against him, his cotton shirt muffling your words. 

“whatever you want baby, im all yours” 

How I’d imagine dating Yuji Itadori…

these guys stand outside your window holding their jbl speaker over their head blasting Again by Fetty Wap with tears in their eyes the night after you dump him

-Yuuji Itadori, Aoi Todo, Satoru Gojo, Ino Takuma, DENKI KAMINARI, Hanta Sero, Naruto Uzumaki, Kiba Inuzuka, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Yuu Nishinoya, Reita Toritsuka, Leorio Paladaknight, Okuyasu Nijimura, Guido Mista

Obsessed, needy, clingy.

That's how Yuji is. There is no time of the day where his 80 kilograms of almost pure muscle are not on you. "Cuddle sessions" are sessions of him all over you squeezing you into his muscular arms. Please don't try to get him off, he just wants attention, he loves you too much. Yuji is not a player, he is a lover boy. Always hugging you, nuzzling his face all over your body and kiss you everywhere! He has a lot of love to give you.

Loverboy Yuji HCs

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LoverboyYuji who’s constantly gushing about you to his friends. “Did you see that cool move they did in training today?!” “We did Yuji.” “And did you see how pretty they looked earlier?? They’re so gorgeous…” “We know Yuji.”

LoverboyYuji who will zone out in any conversation until someone mentions your name, and then he immediately perks up. (Megumi and Nobara have given up on trying to get him to focus on anything else at this point)

LoverboyYuji who is the epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend. Constantly yearning for your attention, always in your proximity, and always looking at you with the sweetest, most lovesick puppy dog eyes ever.

LoverboyYuji who has zero problems with PDA. This boy is touching you at all hours of the day. Kisses between classes, holding hands while walking, he’d glue you to his side and carry you everywhere he went if you’d let him.

LoverboyYuji who loves to show off in front of you. When you’re there to watch him practice, he’s suddenly got 10x the motivation. Running laps faster than any of the second years, sparring with Maki, taking his shirt off- “Hey keep your clothes on you idiot!”

LoverboyYuji who’s favorite thing is to come lay on you after a long mission. He’ll wrap his arms around your waist while he rest his head on your chest. And if you play with his hair? This boy is gone. Immediately asleep, drooling all over you.

LoverboyYuji who takes down all his posters of Jennifer Lawrence and replaces them with photos of you and him.

LoverboyYuji who lives to make you laugh. You thought a video was funny? Suddenly he’s quoting it ten times a day just to hear you chuckle. If you’re the type to think people slipping is funny (like me) this man is throwing himself at the floor anytime you’re near. His friends might think he’s stupid or embarrassing but it’s worth it to him as long as he gets to hear you laugh.

Jungkook is so 'pillow talk' by zayn coded

percy likes walking around naked in his cabin after sex.

in the back porch of cabin three, where it only saw the beautiful lake and green mountains behind it, no other cabins or campers around; he likes to slip from your warm embrace to take in his favorite time of the day. which, the early mornings.

the air smells extra fresh, the sea is more calm than usual, and everything is definetly more silent. you feel his absence in the bed yet make no move to get up, instead peek an eye.

and then you believe he's a full god instead of demi.

he's leaning against the railings, shameless about his nudity, watching the sea. the soft breeze make his raven locks sway, and his scars are visible on his tan skin, under the soft light of early hours.

you feel like you can stare at him forever. not because it turns you on, or makes you want to jump on him, no. he's like a statue bringed to life, or a painting sally draw so poseidon could make it a human. he shows his godly side more than his human one, and it's unfair to other demigod's. he's pratically glowing.

then, he turns to you, with all of his glory. he smiles softly and sleepishly like he's not perfect first thing in the morning, lazily getting in your embrace. "morning pretty girl."

oh, the audicity.

Speaks for itself

zayne and his princess treatment

pairings: bf!zayne x fem!reader

warnings: none! no spoilers included 😋

Zayne is the epitome of a chivalrous gentleman.

You will not open a single door on his watch.

Your heels are hurting your feet? He’s helping you remove them, crouching on HIS KNEES while reminding you of the health disadvantages of your “beloved heels.” Then proceeds to carry your heels for the rest of your outing.

You don’t even mention you’re cold before he drapes his freshly dry cleaned peacoat over your shoulders — he claims you make a certain pout whenever you’re too cold.

Though his insomnia keeps him awake and often working most nights, he will almost always follow you to bed so you can fall asleep in his embrace.

To your surprise, he’s very affectionate. Though PDA is definitely kept to a minimum to both your likings, he still finds a way to touch you respectfully such as his hand always finding its way to the small of your back.

He drives and you are his passenger princess. (He saw a instagram reel with the reference and has not referred to you as anything else when in his car — coming from your stoic bf, this makes you giggle)

Your chair is always being pulled out and pushed in for you, to which you often follow up with “And they say chivalry is dead!”

You’re sitting on the couch next to one another except Zayne almost always moves your legs to lay across his lap.

A simple favor you ask of him is always replied with “Yes, my love.”

You’ve slipped into a dress and before you even think to ask, his tall frame is sauntering towards you zipping up the back with a chaste kiss to your neck.

He’s shaved and suited waiting for you to emerge from the bedroom for yet another hospital banquet dinner when you rush out glamoured up but barefoot with your heels in one hand and a earring in the other muttering something about how you were 'just about ready.' He replies by taking a knee in front of you and slipping your heels on either of your feet, then a kiss to your bare thigh. (You begin to realize how much you love this man on his knees in front of you…)

He’s quick to pickup on your cues and hints even before you notice them yourself. Often when you’re out at a gathering and he picks up on your tiredness just from your demeanor, he makes sure to be near you to lean on — whether it’s standing between his legs and using his tall frame as a wall behind you or curling into his side to rest your head on his shoulder.

He loves to kiss your hands and follow it up with “My lady” or “My love.” Mainly because of the blush that fills your cheeks each time..

read sylus' version here

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sylus always answers your calls. always. no exceptions.

he could be in the middle of a gun fight or a messy interrogation but when he hears the inside joke of a ringtone he set for you, he uses his evol to shackle everyone in place while he answers, calm and collected as can be.

“kitten, it’s late in linkon — you should be sleeping. no, i’m not busy at the moment.” a cold glare is the only warning his enemies get to stay quiet. “what do you need?”

some of the world’s most powerful and feared men have had their final agonizing moments prolonged by listening to the leader of onychinus sweet-talk you.

best friend katsuki who starts finding himself getting a bit too flustered around you.

it starts with a hug.

you're so fucking dramatic, he thinks.

every time you see each other, you might as well be standing in the middle of an airport with the crowd split down the middle and fireworks going off in the background.

he'd never admit it, but he loves the theatrics. he loves the click between you when you lock eyes in a crowded room. he loves your "half-run" towards him and the hop you do right before you wrap your arms around his neck.

of course you two always get odd looks, because despite being best friends since childhood, and everyone knowing it, they still can't seem to understand how a person like you can get along with a person like him.

"you're choking me," he breathlessly chuckles, "ya missed me or something?"

"something like that." you murmur, the smile apparent in your voice.

katsuki stops breathing for a moment when his fingers sink into the soft skin of your waist and his palm goes flush against your bare lower back.

why the fuck is your shirt so short?

i should move my hand.

you're so warm.

i shouldn't be thinking about this.

he doesn't say anything, and he sure as hell isn't letting go first. instead, he buries his nose deeper into the crook of your neck, hoping that he could blame the blush blooming over his cheeks on the hot summer day.

"what's wrong?" you finally pull away, one hand locked on his shoulder and the other sliding down his bicep.

"what?"

his eyes lock onto your own. he's fighting the urge to trail his eyes down your body- see how that crop top looks from the front now that he knows how it feels.

"you seem weird."

"says the weirdo." he scoffs. "m'fine."

you roll your eyes, letting your hands drop to your side.

"come get a soda with me." you almost demand, starting to walk off knowing he'd follow close behind.

no one else in the world would dare speak to katsuki the way you do. he’d never allow it, but that attitude coming from you only had his heart racing even faster.

"you paying?"

"i have you to do that for me, don't i?"

you turn your head over your shoulder, flashing him that toothy grin of yours, and that's when katsuki knew for certain.

he was fucked.

asking bf! katsuki what he feels about prenups makes you fall in love with him all over again.

you were lounging on the couch, legs draped across katsuki’s lap as the tv played some random show neither of you were really watching. his hand rested on your thigh, thumb tracing absentminded circles while you scrolled through your phone.

the thought hit you out of nowhere, and before you could second-guess yourself, you blurted it out.

"hey, what do you think about prenups?"

katsuki froze mid-circle. his eyes shifted from the tv to you, brow furrowing. "the fuck?"

"a prenup," you repeated, sitting up slightly. "y’know, legal agreements before marriage, just in case things go south. if we get married."

"when we get married," he corrected automatically. his brows drew together. "why the hell are you askin’ me about prenups?"

you shrugged, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "i dunno. i was just curious. a lot of people get them."

katsuki scoffed, sitting up straighter. "yeah, greedy assholes who don't trust each other."

"not always," you countered. "sometimes it's just making sure both people feel secure. it doesn't mean you don't trust each other. to protect assets, just in case—"

katsuki scoffed, cutting you off. "just in case? you plannin’ on leaving me or somethin’?"

your eyes widened. "what? no! i'm just saying—"

he made a face, the kind he always did when he thought something was bullshit.

"tch. i don't need some dumbass piece of paper to tell me what's yours or mine."

"'sides..." he shifted, his hand sliding from your thigh to your chin, tilting your face toward his. "everything i got's yours anyway."

your heart skipped a beat. "everything?"

"yeah. the apartment, the money, the dumb shit i spend on workout gear. all yours. even me," his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. "especially me."

you swallowed hard, warmth flooding your chest. "that’s... really sweet."

his lips twitched into a smirk. "yeah? so does that mean i get all your shit too? ain’t that how it works?"

you grinned. "sure. you can have my stuffed toy collection and my 2 digit savings account."

"fuck yeah," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "knew you were a catch."

you laughed, swatting his chest. he caught your wrist easily, kissing each and every knuckle. his face softened as he looked at you, calloused hand cradling the back of your head.

"don’t need a prenup, pretty," he said, quieter this time. "what we got... it ain't temporary. i'm all in. always."

your heart melted on the spot. "yeah?"

"yeah," he leaned in closer, his nose brushing yours. "if things do go south, we talk. ‘cause i’d rather die than let you go."

your heart stuttered in your chest. you were expecting some casual discussion, maybe even some banter, but instead, you got this—your boyfriend looking at you like he’d burn the world down before letting anyone take you away from him.

"...so, no prenup?" you squeaked.

katsuki huffed, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. "no fucking prenup."

"now quit talkin' about stupid legal shit and kiss me."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ hii! inspired by @gojosprettyprincess 's post about opinions on prenups and thought this up >< i PROMISE i will do some requests before i get to the twitter porn links with katsuki^^ hope you guys enjoy!!

kickin my feet and shi thinkin abt husband! katsuki not leaving without his goodbye kiss from his wife, even after an argument.

you stood by the kitchen counter with your arms crossed, still fuming from the argument that had erupted the night before.

katsuki, equally stubborn, was getting ready for work, his movements a little harsher than usual as he shoved his phone into his pocket and grabbed his keys.

neither of you had really spoken since the fight. it was stupid, really—something about schedules and plans.

"gotta go."

you heard the jingle of his keys as he walked toward the door. for a moment, you thought he was just going to leave. good. let him leave. maybe a day apart would cool both of you down.

but then, he just stopped.

you didn’t turn around, but you felt his presence by the door, unmoving. you were about to glance over your shoulder when his voice broke the silence.

“where’s my kiss?”

your heart stuttered. slowly, you turned to face him. "excuse me?"

"you heard me," katsuki grumbled, his ears tinged pink. "you always give me a kiss before i leave. so... where is it?"

your lips parted in disbelief. “we just argued for the whole night and you want a kiss?"

"yeah, and? doesn’t mean you can skip it."

the audacity. the nerve. you opened your mouth to tell him off, but the stubborn, almost childlike look on his face made your resolve crack.

he was dead serious. this man could be furious with you—could spend hours brooding in stony silence—but he still needed his goodbye kiss like it was a non-negotiable part of his day.

"katsuki, i’m still pissed at you."

"and i’m still pissed at you," he shot back, brows furrowing. "but we don’t leave without a goodbye kiss. that’s our thing and i’m not leavin’ without it."

he looked genuinely annoyed—and not just because of the argument.

ever since you’d started dating, no matter how bad the fight, you never let each other leave without a kiss. this was the kind of annoyance he reserved for things that threw him off his routine.

and apparently, your daily goodbye kiss was part of that routine.

still, you stayed put, stubborn as fuck. he shifted, gripping the keys tightly in his hand like it was the only thing stopping him from marching across the room.

you saw the conflict flash in his eyes—pride battling something softer.

"just...” he finally muttered, voice low and rough. “c’mere. please.”

that single, reluctant please just broke you.

with an exasperated sigh, you stomped over to him. he watched you carefully, guarded but hopeful. you stopped just inches away, folding your arms.

“this doesn’t mean i’m not still mad,” you mumbled.

“i know,” he said softly.

you placed your hands on his chest and stood on your tiptoes, giving him a quick, chaste kiss on the lips. or at least, you tried to. as you pulled away, his hand shot out, cupping the back of your neck.

“oi,” he said, voice losing its earlier irritation. “that ain’t a real kiss.”

you glared up at him, ready to argue, but the intensity in his eyes made your heart stutter. his thumb brushed the side of your neck as his grip softened.

"even if we fight," he muttered, voice lower now, "i still love ya. and i still want my kiss."

your chest tightened. damn him for being sweet after pissing you off.

you leaned in again, pressing your lips to his more firmly this time. he responded immediately, mouth warm against yours, his hand cupped the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

it wasn’t soft or tentative—it was desperate, almost punishing. his teeth scraped your bottom lip, and his tongue pushed into your mouth like he was trying to kiss the fight right out of you.

when you pulled away, his expression had softened, the hard lines of frustration melting into something quieter.

"i love you." he kissed your forehead, then straightened. “well?”

you raised an eyebrow. “well, what?”

his gaze darkened. “say it.”

you roll your eyes dramatically. "say what?"

his jaw clenched. "say you love me too. you don’t get to leave me hangin’ after all that kissin’ shit.”

a smirk tugged at your lips. oh, he was really fishing for it now. “i love you too, okay?”

the words barely left your mouth before his hand shot out, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you toward him.

"good," he muttered, before slamming his lips against yours in a another kiss that left you breathless. it wasn’t sweet or gentle—it was hungry, desperate, like he was trying to make up for lost time.

“wait, katsuki, you’re gonna be late—” you gasped against his mouth as his hands roamed down your body.

“fuck work. i’m late anyway," you tried to speak again, but he kissed you so hard it left no room for words.

the argument? forgotten. work? completely irrelevant. all that mattered was the way he was making you feel in that moment, pulling you closer, making your head spin.

his hands tugged at your clothes with an urgency that told you he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

“got better things to do while my girl is pissed at me.”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ hi everyone!! js wanna put this out as a thank you for the 2k follows, oh my gosh i am beyond happy i made it this far. hope yall stick around for more^^

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know how important my wife is."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ permission ft, katsuki bakugo

summary: when his friends ask him to hang out while he’d rather be with you, katsuki always hits them with the same answer

a knock on bakugo’s door of his dorm room causes a groan to escape his lips, unwrapping his arms from you where you were both previously cuddled up while watching a movie on your laptop.

“who’s that?”, you ask, still laid up in his bed as you watch him get up while marching to his door with pure attitude.

“probably them damn extras again.”, he complains with a grumble, opening his door to find kaminari, kirishima and sero stood there with large smiles on their faces.

“what’s with your goofy faces? and why are you knocking on my door at 10pm?”, he questions, a scowl plastered on his face.

“we were wondering if you wanted to come play this new game with us?”, kirishima asks, holding up a video game you know your boyfriend has been watching to try out for a while now.

he leans against the doorframe, “well, i’m with my girlfriend right now.”

“yeah but you’ve wanted to play this for a while, right? i’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”, kaminari reasons, sero nodding along with him.

letting out the biggest sigh he could, bakugo replies, “yeah whatever, let me ask her.”, shutting his door halfway so the boys couldn’t see bakugo’s little act he was about to pull off.

“you can go if you want, i don’t mind.” you say softly, turning your head away from the movie you were just watching. you really didn’t mind if he wanted to hang out with his friends since he spent majority of his time with you anyway.

he frowns at your response, mouthing a ‘be quiet’ before opening the door once again after a minute or so, seeing their anticipated smiles.

“yeah she said no.”, bakugo shrugs through his lie nonchalantly, causing you to whip your head back around at him while furrowing your brows.

was this man trying to make his friends hate you?

“well, do you really need to be asking your girlfriend for permission, dude? seems kinda toxic..”, kaminari starts, scratching the back of his head with an awkward look on his face.

“are you questioning her?”, bakugo questions, his voice slightly raised as he holds his usual angry face when anyone mentions anything he doesn’t like about you.

he’s always been protective like that. although, you do wonder if that’s the reason why most of the boys seem a little too cautious around you and always refuse to train with you. bakugo always tells you not to worry about it.

“nah, course not, bro. we’ll play another time it’s fine.”, kirishima steps in, holding his hands up while giving a light hearted laugh, trying to cool bakugo’s behaviour.

“yeah, yeah, fine. whatever.”, bakugo rolls his eyes, shooing off his friends before turning back to you, the angered expression he once had completely wiped off.

his sight finally falls back onto you as he walks back over and getting comfortable in his bed again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest as he interlocks his legs with yours.

if anyone saw the position bakugo was in now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. angry, aggressive bakugo laid up with a girl, holding onto her so gently as he kisses her forehead, watching some bullshit movie you know he has no interest in watching, and all for his sweet little girlfriend who everyone now seems to think holds him hostage so he can’t hang out with his boys.

and all because he simply just wants to spend all his time with his girlfriend.

“you’re such a lover boy.”, you smile at him, knowing how embarrassed he gets when you say things like this.

“shut up.”, he grumbles, partly hiding his face in the covers as he continues watching the movie with you, back where he wanted to be.

he knows you’re right. you have this man absolutely whipped for you and he couldn’t even care less about it.

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despite being allergic to pollen, BAKUGO KATSUKI spends most of valentine’s day at the flower shop downtown. despite the itch in his throat and despite the sting in his eyes, he refuses to leave.

his fingers twitch as he reaches for a bouquet. would you like roses? too cliche. sunflowers? too tacky. what the hell are peonies, and why do there have to be so many options to choose from?

he exhales sharply through his nose (bad idea, now he’s sneezing too) as he stomps over to the counter.

he grumbles at the florist, rubbing aggressively at the bridge of his nose. “what do you recommend for..” his voice dips, almost like he’s embarrassed, “..someone you like?”

the old woman behind the counter smiles knowingly. “that depends,” she hums, closing the register. “what do you like about her?”

his mouth opens — then snaps shut. his face heats up. he hates this. but he hates the idea of letting you down even more.

“she’s, uh..” he looks away, jaw tightening as he tries not to sneeze again. “she’s a pain in the ass.”

the florist blinks.

katsuki scoffs, gaze drifting while he’s deep in thought. “she’s loud, annoying, never shuts up.” his voice softens slightly. “but she’s.. nice. laughs like a fuckin’ idiot. and-” he clenches his fists. looks up. “-she likes flowers. a lot.”

the woman chuckles, already putting together a bouquet. “sounds like you’ve got it bad, kid.” katsuki scowls, but doesn’t argue.

by the time he leaves, gift in hand, his allergies are destroying him. his eyes are puffy, nose red, and he feels like absolute shit. but when he sees the look on your face later that day, the way you light up as he stands on your doorstep — none of that seems to matter.

i chose this cyclone with you — k.bakugou

cw: so cringe. this is very old but i had to get the ball rolling cause i wanna start posting more soon. forgive me if it's sappy i genuinely don't remember half of what went on and i refuse to reread it so i don't leave it to rot ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

⟢

He'd dispute the notion growing up, but — if it shouldn't have already been obvious from the get go — Katsuki always knew there was something wrong with him.

Still, it's a bit too much. To keep watch over you while you sleep — eyes mapping the soft expression you wear in repose, then flitting down to survey the rise and fall of your chest — all while he's supposed to be on his morning run. And, by now, over with it too. Hitting the shower and scrubbing grime off his chest, his skin tender from the heat of it all.

Instead, he's acting all creepy like a stalker. Unmanly, Kirishima would comment if he were here. And for what?! To trace his index finger against your hairline, utilizing it as a defense machine to push back strands of hair that threaten to disturb your slumber?

Fuck. He's personifying strands of hair now too? The fuck!?

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,"' he hisses.

You grumble underneath the insult, stirring from the noise, and he can't help the way his lips purse in silence, as if in reflex. His spine straightening in apprehension, complacent to the object of his complaints.

His eyebrows furrow at the realization. He's gotten soft — weak.

No, not weak. He isn't weak in the slightest. Far from it, actually. But he'd softened up where he used to harden and he can't help but feel a little stupid for it.

Learning this stings like a thousand wasps. It prickles his skin until red creeps into his cheeks and springs up to the tip of his ears.

Fucking fuck. Shitty fucking… Fuck!

"Um—" Disheveled in all your morning glory, you lay beneath him, eyes blown wide. You look messy as fuck — dried up drool gracing one corner of your lip — yet somehow also the most beautiful sight he could possibly come across before starting his day. A danger. "—Katsuki, are you okay?"

Fuck his life. "Shut the hell up."

You stretch your limbs out, toes curling in on themselves. "That's not fair now, is it?" You yawn. "I just woke up." Then, another. "Hey, help me out here."

Like clockwork, Katsuki latches onto the sides of your waist. He doesn't need to be told twice. You let him hold you as your back arches, unraveling every knot that twisted itself into you during the night. When you let out a final yawn, blinking away traces of sleep in your eyes, he's already onto you.

"No, Kats." You press a palm flat against his mouth.

The look he gives you is incredulous, almost accusatory.

"Morning breath," you remind. "Let me brush my teeth first."

He licks the plain of your hand, as if to say no. You draw it back in response, grimacing at the wetness and how smug he looks throughout it all. Still, you don't even have enough time to squeeze in a word of chide before he's onto you again, pushing you against the weight of the mattress, searing hot kisses to your mouth. Like an imprint.

You laugh between each one of them, giggling as he presses you further against the bed. "I just woke up," you breathe, your back now sunken into the mattress. "I've had enough bedtime."

"Shut up," he says.

You click your tongue, strike a flick against his forehead.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

He hisses at the contact. And while you have enough grace to feel horrible enough to stroke at it, the inkling dissipates in an instant. "You don't feed me," he cavils. "Hell, you don't even know shit about cooking. Wanna talk about how you fucked up—Oi!"

"Don't bite. Stupid dog."

"HA?"

You giggle once more, and the sound of mirth tumbling from your lips is liquid gold to his ears. You spring up to lay against him, head on his shoulder, arms encasing his frame.

(What's yours is mine — he always said. Surely, what's his should be yours, too. And by extension, that means his personal space is for you to intrude on.)

"You're so needy, Katsuki," you coo.

"'Am not," he grates. "The hell…"

He clearly isn't. Judging by the way he leans into you anyway, nosing at your neck and tracing the outline of his teeth as a preamble to sinking them into the flesh. Gently, of course. He's no vampire — and as much as everyone seems to think otherwise, he's no heathen, either. Still, your skin is soaked in sweat and you'd really like that bath…

"Hey," you poke. "Let me wash up before you eat me."

He grouses, rolling his eyes as he peels himself off you, murmuring something along the lines of big talk for someone who doesn't even wash her damn fruit under his breath. And in spite of the request being made in your name, you let out whines of protest when he untangles your limbs from his.

"You asked for this, damn woman."

"Ueegghhh."

"The hell?!"

You blink, beady eyes pleading.

"Carry me to the bathroom?"

You raise your arms, gazing at him expectantly. He dismantles all hope in you when he tells you there's a fat chance in hell you'd be getting princess treatment now — though, more sodden with attitude.

"Then when?" you ask, pouting.

The silent imploration doesn't go over his head.

It's practically a whine. Of fucking course it is. With how damned spoiled you are and how often he enables it — the answer to that being always — it's no surprise. Still, as much as he'd vehemently repudiate it in the face of another, Katsuki's guilty as charged, already hooking his arms behind your knees to carry you bridal style.

You make up for it, at least. Cycling through your pre shower routine before stripping him down and pulling him in with you. And even if he has to scold you for getting shampoo in his eyes and forcing him to scrub your back, he supposes it's fine. When you kiss him afterwards with no restraint, murmuring several sweet thank you, katsuki's against the shell of his ear, he can't say he minds too much.

(He'll be your knight in shining armor for as long as you need it. Defender of foreheads and provider of back scrubs and whatever the hell comes with the terms and conditions of being a good boyfriend. Fuck, he'll even soften up however much you need him to, so long as it guarantees he can spend mornings like this forever — with you.)

#needthat

BOYFRIEND TEXTS | k. bakugou

IN WHICH you go through your stupid texts with katsuki

warnings: one s*icide joke and i think that's it

a/n: my first bf texts!! pls request more characters if you want (supposed to go up tomorrow but it's Valentine's day nehehe)

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btw kuroo and iwaizumi are like… the faces of feminism. iwa bullies incels online and kuroo goes “eww” whenever a guy says ANYTHING even slightly demeaning about women

nekoma and seijoh had the most non-toxic locker rooms ever, because kuroo and iwa would make players run laps any time they said something gross about women.

"hmm, is it green apple?"

you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.

the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"

"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.

and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?

all no.

at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.

"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.

"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.

once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,

"it's berry isnt it?"

you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.

HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.

WOOF WOOF GRRRR

Gym motivation || Iwaizumi Hajime

You always liked watching Iwaizumi workout. It was mesmerizing—the way his muscles flexed and stretched under the weight, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he pushed himself harder, the sharp focus in his eyes. And now, years later, after he had carved a career out of fitness and sports science, watching him train in his own gym was an entirely different kind of experience.

Because now, you got to be part of it.

“Alright, sit,” Iwaizumi says, dropping into a push-up position.

You grin, already moving to straddle his back, your weight settling over his strong frame. His muscles twitch slightly at the added pressure, but he barely hesitates before he starts. Smooth, controlled movements—like you weigh nothing at all.

“Still too easy?” you tease, resting your chin in your palm.

Iwaizumi huffs, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

You shift your weight slightly, adjusting your position, and he grunts at the change in balance. His arms flex harder, veins popping against his skin as he continues his reps. Your fingers absentmindedly trail over his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin, the power beneath it.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks, voice steady despite the strain.

“Very much.” You don’t even try to deny it.

After he finishes his set, you hop off and watch as he moves to the bench press. This time, you’re his spotter, standing at the head of the bench while he lies beneath the bar. His arms extend, lifting the weight effortlessly, but you stay close, hands hovering just in case.

Not that you think he needs it.

His gaze flickers up to yours between reps, and there’s something almost playful in his eyes. “You’re supposed to focus on the bar, not my face.”

“I am focused. Just not on the bar.”

Iwaizumi lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head before racking the weight. He sits up, sweat dripping down his temple, and you hand him his water bottle. He takes a sip, then leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looks at you.

“You should train with me sometime,” he says, wiping the sweat off his face with his shirt—giving you an absolutely unfair glimpse of his abs in the process.

“I am training,” you counter, gesturing to yourself. “Moral support is a very important part of the gym experience.”

He rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the small smile that tugs at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. You just wanna sit there and look pretty while I do all the work.”

“Exactly,” you say, beaming. “And you love it.”

He doesn’t argue. Instead, he reaches out, tugging you closer by the waist until you’re standing between his legs. His fingers drum lightly against your hip as he looks up at you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I do,” he admits, voice low. “But if you’re gonna keep distracting me, I might have to start making you work out with me.”

You pretend to consider it, then shake your head. “Nope. I think I’ll stick to my role.”

Iwaizumi chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your stomach before standing up. “Fine. But if you’re gonna sit there looking pretty, at least count my reps.”

You grin, hopping onto a nearby bench to continue watching him train.

Best gym session ever.

bakugo never meant to get this distracted. seriously. it wasn’t his fault.

it was yours.

because every damn time you sat in front of him, every time you rested your chin on your palm, every time you furrowed your brows while scribbling something in your notebook—he got stuck. like, full-on, brain-short-circuiting, totally-useless kind of stuck.

he should be paying attention. should be listening to aizawa’s lecture. should be taking notes instead of memorizing the way the sunlight caught in your hair or how your lips pursed when you were thinking.

but no. instead, he was sitting here, burning every little detail of you into his brain like some lovesick idiot. the curve of your nose, the way your fingers absentmindedly twirled your pen, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when it fell into your face.

he was so screwed.

“bakugo.”

his whole body stiffened. aizawa was staring at him, unimpressed.

“what?” he snapped, maybe a little too defensive.

“i asked you a question.” aizawa sighed. “maybe if you stopped zoning out, you’d know the answer.”

a few people chuckled, and bakugo’s face heated up—not because he was embarrassed, but because you turned your head just a little, just enough to glance at him.

for half a second, your eyes met his.

and fuck, that half-second nearly killed him.

then you turned back around, totally unaware of how wrecked he was, how his heart was still beating too damn fast, how his hand was gripping his pencil like it owed him money.

this was getting ridiculous.

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“you’re not listening.” your unamused expression is prominent.

percy shrugs and rubs his hands over the skin of your waist, stopping at the very bottom of your bra and toying with the fabric.

“no, I am not.”

you slap his head. “listen! or I’m putting my shirt back on.”

his hands freeze and fall back down to your waist, remaining there and allowing you to finish what you were saying— which he had not heard an absolute word of.

but it wasn’t his fault your tits were looking at him.

or it was. he was the one who had taken your shirt off before.

but that’s beside the point.

“so, as I was saying… I decided that if I got the eighty dollar bunny then that’s the equivalent of a book trilogy. but if I bought the thirty dollar peanut I would—”

“you bought a peanut? mine isn’t good enough for you anymore.”

you sigh and close your eyes to remain composed. when you reopen them you take percy’s head into your hands and place a kiss to his forehead.

you pull away to see his smile. you remove your hands and place them back on his shoulders. “so, the peanut was thirty dollars which means I could only buy one book. but I really— I wanted the peanut more than the bunny. so I bought the bunny, the peanut, and four books.”

“interesting. how much did you spend in all?”

“one hundred thirty five dollars.”

“I’m gonna be broke within a month!”

you tug his hair. “then stop forcing me to spend your money instead of my own!”

percy’s hold on your waist tightens and he pulls you closer into him. “but I like when you spend my money!”

“then I don’t want to hear you complain.” he makes a zipper motion over his mouth. you nod once in agreement. “thank you.” you kiss his forehead again.

when you pull back his hands find the edge of your bra again, tugging it lightly. “can I take this off now, sweet girl?”

“you have a problem, do you know that?”

“only when it comes to you, sweet girl.”

you sigh and throw your arms up in defeat. “go ahead, perseus.”

too eager, that boy.

the thought of brainrotted percy jackson is my current obsession

you slip up in your sparring practice earlier and continue to bash yourself for slipping up. “gods that was so embarrassing” all of a sudden percys hand grabs your shoulder to turn you around and make eye contact. “mama, the past behind you. mama, a million experiences await you.”

“get the fuck off me seaweed brain.”

y'know how kittens scream bloody murder and alter their voices when they're left alone but immediately pull a 180 when they get attention ? katsuki. it's him it's him and he's so irritating about it.

the moment he feels you've been gone for too long, he starts belting, singing–screeching your name until you show up. he just doesn't seem to notice how hard it makes you shit your pants when he pulls that kind of stunt.

you're sure he can hear the way you stomp like a herd of elephants all the way from the living room, you're ready for a fire, a burglar –anything.

you find your boyfriend calmly munching on some chips scrolling on his phone.

you're convinced you've lost your mind when he blinks back at you calmly, like he expected you to explain yourself.

"katsuki."

"mm ?" his cheeks puff out a little as he chews another handful of chips.

you feel your fingers twitch "what the hell was that ?! why'd you scream ?"

he has the nerve to furrow his brows "didn't scream. you weren't responding when i was callin' you normally, i just spoke louder."

"you didn't speak–you yelled my name out like you were getting bludgeoned." you wheeze out.

katsuki huffs, putting his phone down next to him on the couch. a slight pout forms onto his face "..well why were you gone so long ?"

"i was peeing." you deadpan, eyes wide. "i was in the bathroom, i told you that."

silence. and more silence, then katsuki discards his bowl of chips and reaches for your arm "well ya took too long. c'mere." before pulling you towards him and squeezing his head into your shoulder.

it's even worse when you don't tell him you're leaving. it could be the middle of the night with him having to wake up early the next day. you could've just gone to get a glass of water and moments later he's screeching like a banshee. you're used to it by now and after chugging down your drink with a "coming !" he's already practically wide awake (ignore his eyes drooping and the very loud yawn he let out and quickly tried to shut his mouth when you walked in) arms crossed and sitting up in bed. he'll give you a quick once over and huff, that pout again, and he speaks.

"where'd you go ? don't jus' leave like that. ." you hum, going along with his every complaint of how you 'took too long'. he shoves your head into his chest like you're a plushie and noses at your shoulder. you feel him mutter against your skin before falling asleep again."had me worried 'bout you an' shit. ."

Yuji having one of those mini-remote-controlled trucks that he can control from his phone so he can follow you around your house. There’s a little camera in the front so he can see your feet shuffling across the floors of your home, and keep track of where you are. If he’s at your house, he still uses it too.

He’ll put little candies and snacks in the bed of the truck then drive it across the house into your room and on your bed so he can deliver them.

You can constantly hear the little motor of the damn thing, and when you try to trap the little truck under a bin so he can’t knock into your ankles anymore, you get a million calls from him.

“Baby?! Why’d you put me in a bin?!”

“Because you keep following me Yuji! And when you bump into my legs it hurts!”

He’s pouting over FaceTime while trying to control the truck at the same time, but the little wheels aren’t strong enough to escape.

Eventually, you do let him out because of his nonstop pleading; and maybe you do miss the sound of the motor signaling to you that your sweet, sweet boyfriend is actively trying to get your attention even if he’s miles away.

Idk if this will make any sense, but idc I need to write abt this man. Based off of this adorable video I saw. It just screamed sweetheart boyfriend!Yuji to me, what can I say?

Iwaizumi is so boyfriend coded. He goes to the gym, he takes care of himself, he keeps up with his apartment, he's attractive, he's nice. Like what more could you ask for? The only flaw that you see in Iwa is that every other girl also seems to be interested. Due to his popularity (and his inability to realize that he's popular with the ladies) you are hesitant to make things official with him. But seeing the look on some of these girls faces when Iwa's following you around, holding your hand, holding your shopping bags, and kissing you, you start to see his charm as a good thing