Milk-tea-and-memories - Your Reservations, Fuck 'em

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“Gimme a kiss,” Atsumu murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin. 

You pull him away from you, hands cupping his face and thumb running along his cheek in the way you know he likes. You raise an eyebrow, smiling softly, “I’m wearing lipstick, you know.” This causes his eyes to drop to your lips, gaze hungry, suddenly reminded of the fact. 

“So?” he asks, eyes flicking from yours and back to your lips. “Let everyone know I belong ta ya.” 

“You’re going to walk around with my lips printed on your face?” 

He nods eagerly, ducking to bury his face in your neck. “I’d be the happiest man alive if I got ta walk around like that.” 

This makes you laugh, your heart melt, and you reposition your arms around his shoulders to squeeze him closer to you. “You’re going to be late for practice, ‘Tsumu.”

“Just one kiss, baby. Even if it's on the cheek.” 

You sigh, but you know that he knows you’re only faking your reluctance. “Kay.” 

He pulls away from you, giving you his right cheek, and tapping his pointer finger against it with a giddy smile. You make sure to dramatize your actions, making an amplified noise when pulling away, laughing when he gives you his other cheek, and repeating your actions until he finally lowers his mouth to yours. 

He makes sure to deepen the kiss and only chases after you when you pull away, giving you little pecks and placing kisses all around your face, playfully biting your nose when it scrunches in fake disdain. When he finally separates from you, you take notice of the bright red lip marks on his cheeks, and the red tint left on his lips that are stretched into a grin. 

“How do I look?” 

“Like you are definitely mine.” 

His smile widens. “Great. ‘Xactly what I was goin’ for.” 

A HOUSE THAT SMELLS LIKE HOME. | gojo x reader. | 2k words

He was a hard working man. 

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FUCK WHY IS HE SO PRETTY

(via reddit)

when you know exactly how you want a scene to go but as soon as you sit down to write it you are suddenly staring at some of the worst sentences mankind has ever strung together.

[3:09AM]

pairing | bakugo katsuki / reader

words | 555

warnings | mentions of blood, death, and nightmares.

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“Katsuki! Just hold on, help is coming!” you let out desperately. You cradled his head in your lap as you held his face in your hands.

He slowly raised his arm, reaching out for you. You grabbed on with fervor and clasped it against your cheek.. You watched as he strained to take in a breath.

Blood continued to escape from his wound, it coated his clothes and your hands. “I love you,” he heaved. “I’ll love you forever.”

As the light slowly left his eyes you felt despair, “No, don’t leave me! Katsuki, please!” you begged with tears streaming down your face.

You awoke with a start, immediately checking on the sleeping male next to you, assuring yourself that he wasn’t hurt. You watched his chest move up and down, feeling relief as you saw him safe and sound. You rustled the blankets around, protectively wrapping yourself up as you tried to wease your way closer to Katsuki, as if becoming closer was possible. The space between your bodies was almost nonexistent.

You closed your eyes, in an attempt to fall back asleep, but no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t calm the rapid beating of your heart. As if he could feel your distress and the shuddering of your body against his, Bakugo stirs in his sleep, “what the hell happened to you?” his voice laced with sleep.

You look up from his chest, his presence already easing the tension spread in your body. “It’s nothing, just go back to sleep babe.” You didn’t want to make him worry so late in the night, or waste his precious time to sleep.

His eyebrow raises in disbelief, “you expect me to believe that while you’re fuckin’ trembling in my arms? Nice try dumbass.” he grunts.

You let out a soft sigh before burying your face in his chest, “I had a nightmare.” The consistent thumping of his chest alleviates the troublesome thoughts that plagued your mind. It was beating loudly, unlike in the nightmare.

He cards his fingers through your hair, “stop being such a whore.” he mumbles while pulling you closer.

“Huh?” you pull your head away to give him a stare of bewilderment, wondering what he means, “Katsuki, what the hell?” You can’t help but giggle at his strange accusation.

“You’re letting your dreams fuck you over.” he mumbles. “I’m supposed to be the one that fucks you. The only one.” An obnoxious laugh leaves your lips and he rolls his eyes with a slight smile appearing on his face. It’s silent for a while, so you take it as a sign and close your eyes in hopes of falling back to sleep until his voice disrupts the quietness. “Do you wanna talk about it or something?” his voice is deep, you can feel the vibrations rumble through his body.

You snuggle closer to his chest and let out a sigh in content, “No, I’m alright. You being here is enough to make me feel better.”

“Damn right I am.” he muses. His fingers don’t cease their movement through your hair.

You place a tender kiss on his jaw, “good night Katsuki.” He hums, and places a kiss on your forehead in reply. Finally, you close your eyes and allow yourself to succumb to sleep in the comfort of his arms.

HOT THINGS THEY DO

ATSUMU. wears his sweatpants dangerously low on his hips. messy hair, toned stomach on display, he knows exactly what he’s doing. loves watching you try and play it off whenever he catches you staring.

SUNA. places his hand on your waist when in a crowded place. gently touches your waist in order not to startle you, usually followed by a muttered “watch out” as he moves past you. 

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Dear Future Me…

in which gojo travels inexplicably to the future

not proofread; enjoy

one minute gojo’s walking on the street, heading over to your house to pick you up for a picnic, on the phone with megumi who’s at the grocery store buying a last minute cake, and one minute he’s…not. a flash of light from the other side of the road, too fast to avoid even with gojos unhumanlike reaction time. hes pushed forwards, or was it backwards, and a cold wind whips around him, making goosebumps form on his arms. and then suddenly, hes back, except things are a little different. take the road for example, seems much too worn out for a road newly paved last week. and your house. its painted a welcoming green, with a cute red door, not the yellow it used to be. theres a new tree in your garden, blossoming flowers gojo knew wasnt there before. his attention turns on the movement of the front door, opening to reveal…you. you look beautiful, but much older than when he last saw you. gojos breath is taken away by how you glow, your smile lighting up the sky, just like it always is. and then, unexpectedly, just as hes about to call out to you, someone walks out the door behind you.

“what the fuck…” gojo mumbles to himself, watching an older, fitter, hotter (if he may say so himself), and possibly wiser gojo walk out of the door and lock it gently, before wrapping an arm around your waist and poking at a yellow bundle you have in your hands. this is a lot for now-gojo, as we must resort to calling him, to take in. he...and you?? and his hand on your waist?? and…and.

“holy shit…” gojo breathes. the yellow bundle is a baby. now-gojo sees that now, as little hands reach out towards your cheeks, and as future gojo lifts it out of the bundle of blankets in your arms and into his chest. the wispy sunlight catches the babys face just as it is tucked into future gojos chest, and its eyes, bright blue like pools of dreams and hope, quite lovely gojo thinks, take all the weight off his shoulders and he breathes a sigh of relief so deep he physically sags down.

when gojo looks up again, he is back on the newly paved street leading up to your house. “…hello? you there?? you havent answered me in like ten minutes. i asked red velvet or cheesecake. you good-“ megumis voice streams from the speaker on gojos phone.

“ye-yeah. yeah. im good megumi. very good actually. splendid. now if i may, i have a visit to pay to someone.”

“not y/n again…” megumi grumbles as his voice fades into nothingness.

gojo smiles, a new pep in his step as he leans forward to knock on your door.

“g’mornin pretty,” he winks at you, “i gotta tell you somethin’. “