she dj’s at ‘the maneater’ every weekend, and she’s the highlight of iwaizumi’s bouncer shift.
divider credits to plutism
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pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader
status: completed
tags/warnings: reader is a dj at a night club, iwaizumi is the bouncer, enemies to lovers, smau, alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive, smoking, arguments, very slight angst buried under humor, probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings
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yn aesthetic | iwaizumi aesthetic | playlist
yn style guide | yn style guide (pinterest board) | makeup look book | acrylic look book
SYNOPSIS: after getting in another fight, you and your friends wind up in a jail cell. you call your boyfriend to get you out.
NOTES: quick drabble, somewhat crack fic? but not really lol. established relationship. fluff. mention of fighting n blood by reader.
“who is this!?”
the phone doesn’t have a second to ring before your boyfriend screeches down the phone. it sounds as if something’s in his mouth, a pen? he’s usually in his agency office at this time, finishing up an evening patrol and about to go home.
“hello? who the fuck got my number—,”
you take a deep breath before revealing yourself.
“it’s me, katsuki.”
“kacchan, did you get the stats—,”
bakugou sits up in his black leather chair, dropping his ballpoint pen and waving at deku across the room to shut up. he recognises you from the first syllable that crackles down the line.
“yn? baby? why’re you calling me from an unknown number? where’re you? you okay? what’s—,”
“i only have a minute so let me talk.”
you’re supposed to be out tonight with your girls, a monthly club night where you dance, eat and drink. a few of your favourite things in the world. you even sent him a selfie blowing a kiss before you left in your pretty outfit, wishing him good luck on his patrol and hoping he doesn’t get too bored with the low crime rates.
bakugou’s heart spikes, inhaling deeply before standing up. a villain has kidnapped you… someone is out to harm you. he’s already looking around for his gauntlets. he just tugged out of his hero suit but it’s right across the room for him to pull back on.
“what’s wrong with yn?” deku frowns from his seat on bakugou’s sofa. he’s typing up notes from their patrol together. bakugou hushes him again, with a warning finger.
“go on. are you safe?”
“please don’t be mad at me. please don’t be. but i might need you to—,”
“thirty seconds!” a man shouts somewhere down your line.
“who the fuck is that?” bakugou shouts, grabbing his keys and pulling an arm through his uniform. usually he’s levelheaded during missions and patrols. a mobile alert that there’s a villain robbery downtown doesn’t send a pang of panic through him. nor a kidnapping or high risk attack. bakugou’s seen it all. nothing scares him anymore.
but anything to do with you and bakugou’s back to square one. he can barely think straight. every single thought of his is scrambled, spelt backwards and upside down and he needs to get to you now.
“dickhead officer,” you mumble quickly, “okay don’t be mad at me, i need you to come get me at the station. maybe get me out of jail with your hero ways and connections. please. don’t be mad.”
it’s all in one long ramble and he imagines you at the police station, fingers playing with the loopy wire of the telephone. bakugou freezes in place. his shoulders drop and he relaxes.
the list of reasons why bakugou loves you goes on forever. bakugou himself is yet to find an end to it. he loves your patience with him and his job, how you’re understanding when he needs to leave a date early and interrupts your evenings with heroic phone calls. how you’re always willing to learn something new, like self defence with him in his agency gym. he loves how much you love your friends and family, just like he does his. willing to stand up for them and stand by them. he also loves how you never take any disrespect. not from anybody, to you or others. that is exactly why he struggles to be mad at you right now.
“hah? the fuck did you do?” he pauses, pulling off his hero suit. he doesn’t need it. you already did the work for him.
“why do you assume it was me!?” you whine down the line.
“wasn’t it? why the hell are you in there?” he wants to bark but his tone softens knowing you’re on the other end. you give a dramatic huff that makes him grip the phone tighter for more.
bakugou looks at deku who still stares expectantly, unsure if he should be putting his hero suit on also. bakugou shakes his head.
“i’ll explain when you’re here. come quickly please. it stinks—,”
“ten seconds!” the same voice.
“quick, baby. i love you!” you shout.
“fuck, baby. love y—,”
bakugou shoves his phone in his pocket, letting out a short hearty laugh.
“is everything okay with yn? did someone hurt her?”
“it’s gonna be the opposite. she’s in jail right now.”
when your boyfriend stops into the police station, with his black boots, black jeans and an oversized grey hoodie, you squeal, running to the bars trapping you inside like an animal. he looks so good, all boyfriend with his hood over his head and bags under his eyes. you even catch him rolling his eyes at you, giving you a nod and lip bite as you jump in excitement.
“katsuki’s here, he’s gonna get us out! we’re saved!” you tell your two friends sitting arms folded in the jail cell with you.
you wave to him and bakugou stomps right over, past the authorised doors and right to your cell.
“excuse me, sir! you can’t just—,”
bakugou turns to the police officer, one eyebrow raised.
“oh! dynamight, why are you here?” the policeman’s face floods a bright pink but both you and bakugou ignore him.
bakugou immediately reaches his hand through the bars, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side.
“he was the one telling me to hurry up on the phone!” you say smushed, “i’m okay! you should see the other girl!”
there’s no scratches on your face. your makeup has smudged and sweated off, just from time and dancing earlier. there is blood on your knuckles however, contrasting against your short little party girl outfit.
bakugou drops his hand with a loud grunt then eyes your friends, who send him jolly smiles and even a wave.
“hey dynamight!”
“thanks for helping us!”
he still has a soft spot for your friends, who look exactly like you. no bruises or scratches. the only proof of a fight is maybe two broken nails on your friend’s left hand and your other friend’s hair is a tamed mess. he often cooks you and them dinner whenever he is around your flat.
“why the hell are you here, baby? again?” he sighs hopelessly. he shakes his head, ignoring the other cells of people eying him suspiciously.
a prohero visiting a jail cell? probably not his biggest fans.
still you smile at bakugou shyly, “i said don’t be mad!”
“i need to know what happened so i can get you out,” he levels with you.
you huff, looking away from your lover.
“baby. you told me to come quickly. i know you’re fine so what happened?” he soothes, despite the fact you don’t need soothing. he wants to give you a kiss and cuddle, scrub you down in the shower and bring you to bed.
but you’ve got to be this firecracker.
“you know those girls who hate us? they saw us out tonight and started shouting at us! we weren’t even doing anything! and then you know what happened,” you drawl, grabbing bakugou’s hand though the bars as if he needs convincing.
bakugou fights the smirk off his face. of course he knows your lore and the beefs you have with everyone in your life. there’s nothing he doesn’t know about you.
“no babe. what happened, huh?”
“she threw the first punch at me! she was chatting shit, so i did too! she tried to punch me, clearly didn’t get me, so then i punched her, it did get her. i’ll admit.” but you struggle to hide your own grin.
one tooth from you and bakugou’s grinning, “then what?”
“it was a little scrap! i had it under control. did the one with the elbow you showed me.”
“yeah? in her stomach?” bakugou eggs on.
you nod, grinning like a kid who’s won an award, “yeah! also some good old hair pulling. if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!”
bakugou does actually let out a laugh at that, rubbing his face with his palm restlessly, “oh shit, baby.”
“but then someone called the police and they got sent to the hospital together and we are… here.”
your friends have the audacity to look pitiful and you join them by pulling him closer by his hand.
“and what do you want me to do, princess?” he smiles devotedly, cheeks high and pink.
“what do you mean? get me out, stupid! use your hero ways, seduce or fight them. legal language. what you did last time!” you say, waving your free hand around like you’re in a position of power here, “i wanna shower.”
“how’s that supposed to teach you your lesson? no fightin’—,” he jokes but you send him a dead stare.
“katsuki, not funny. we wanna go home. look at us,” you pout.
you’re fucking adorable, bakugou thinks. with your little top and tiny skirt. you’re in thick sports socks currently, your shoes under the chair by your friends. your feet hurt he can only assume. he eyes the k gold necklace at your neck. feeling the stare, you subconsciously play with it between your fingers.
“if i let you out, you promise no fightin’?” he plays but you’re back to huffing. so close to stomping your foot.
“katsuki! i said it wasn’t our fault anyway!”
“yeah, yeah, whatever. i’ll see what i can do,” he smirks, fixing his hair. “gimme a kiss.”
you smile, pouting your lips to meet him through the bars. it’s a quick peck, one that has you missing him even though he’s still there.
“i’ll be back in a sec. no startin’ fights while i’m gone.”
“go hero!”
bakugou slips his calloused palm out of your hand and stuffs his hands in his pockets, smiling back at you before turning around the corner to find an officer.
he fixes his hair under his hood, trying to keep his crush on you under wraps.
bakugou just about hears you say. “katsuki’s going to save us! didn’t he look kinda... that hoodie… yum.”
bakugou is waiting by his range rover when you and your friends fall out of the police station, giggling the same way you do when you leave the club.
your soft smile at katsuki makes his heart skip a beat, his breaths soften. he feels the urge to float over to you, despite the fact you’re already walking towards him.
“thanks for saving us, hero,” you coo, kissing his cheek once he’s close enough. bakugou’s quick to lean into it.
“thanks dynamight! it wasn’t our fault, i swear, dont get mad at yn.” your friend says, her bag and phone back in her hands.
“it was those girls again!” your other friend curses, “i swear once i find them—,”
“okay, okay. get in the damn car, i’ll drop everyone home,” he pretends to be annoyed but you see through it all.
a fresh breeze swoops your hair back and causes bakugou’s hood to fall off his head. he’s tired and adorable, towering over you with his hand sliding onto your waist like it belongs there.
you take his hand as your friends mumble their thanks again, sliding into the backseat of his car.
“i mean it, ‘tsuki. thanks for getting us, i know you’d rather be in bed now.” you say, reaching up on your tiptoes, shoes back on. you’re still not close enough to his face so he manages by bending down to yours.
“we’re gonna talk about this properly. i hate you gettin’ hurt,” he tries to be stern, like how he is at work with his sidekicks that aren’t fast enough or his emergency team that aren’t precise enough.
but you are enough. everything about you.
“i said i didn’t get hurt. well, my wrist is a bit sore but aside from that, i’m fine!” you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “i swear!”
“d’you want me to deal with those girls? get mina and momo to tell them to not bother you—,” he tries but you shake your head.
“it’s not hero business, ‘tsuki.”
“you shouldn’t be fightin’ anyone. hero shit or not.”
you slink your arms around his neck and bakugou finds it hard to not let his eyes go half lidded with interest. he leans into you like he’s at home, just the smell of you dragging him closer.
“then they have to stop chatting shit,” you whisper, pecking his pouty lips softly. “i love you.”
bakugou knows he’s not going to win this conversation. he could train you to fight better though. he sighs, ready for a hot shower and bedtime with you.
“fine. we’re talkin’ about this later. love you too.”
track number eighteen: don't think twice it's alright by bob dylan
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He can see it. Clearly and vividly. Akaashi can see the world through her eyes, and it's beautiful.
In the theater, she leaned in close to him, the length of her shoulder pressing against his as she spoke, voice low and considerate despite the nonstop noise rumbling through the audience. She waved her pom poms in the air in approval and gave Akaashi a slight nudge when the character he's replicating appeared on screen. She gushed praise over the use of color, giggled in his ear about her favorite lines, and bit down on her lip when the emotional climax brought tears to her eyes.
When they left, she took that 35MM camera around her neck and made him stand in front of the marquee. She wouldn't let him move until she got a genuine smile out of him.
"I thought you only took photos of things that inspired you?" Akaashi asked, looking for his car keys as means of avoiding eye contact.
She was just a step behind him. "Who's to say you don't inspire me?"
Now his hands shake slightly as he grips the steering wheel. He's grateful she's providing an in-depth explanation about the brilliance of the film's set design, because he's not sure he could manage a conversation.
Nerves creep up from the pit of his gut to the center of his chest like they always do whenever she's around. Akaashi tries to center his focus on her stream of conscious commentary, but he keeps finding himself getting lost in her voice. He thinks it's a pretty sound. Something he wants to hear more of.
The closer he gets to her apartment, the worse his nerves get. He pretends to not know why, but he does. And when he pulls up to the side of the road where her apartment sits and shifts into park, he can feel them tightening around his throat. Her rant stops, and he shifts in his seat to face her. "Thanks for letting me come with you tonight."
She grins, brightly and widely, beaming like a refraction of light, warm and colorful. "Thanks for coming with me, and putting up with my nonstop talking."
Akaashi smiles. He's feeling selfish. Nervous and selfish and guilty and giddy. "I like how much you talk. I like hearing what you have to say."
She snickers. "You might be the only one."
Selfish, selfish, selfish. It repeats in his head. A self-crucifying mantra. "I can be the only one."
For the first time that night, she goes silent.
The world, as she sees it, is cinematic. It is the blue nostalgia of a coming-of-age film and the furious red heat of vintage slasher. It is the familiar grain in film and the growing tension of a unsettling score. She understands the world and it understands her, and this mutual sort of understanding allows her to bend and reshape what the world has given her, and make something beautiful.
Beautiful.
She talks about intricate details that go over his own head. The tone of her voice conveys a clear love and passion that tugs at Akaashi's chest. She smiles when she speaks and it makes Akaashi feel like he would give her anything she wanted, anything she asked for.
He leans in closer. Slow enough to know what he's doing. Slow enough to know it's wrong. Slow enough for her to stop him, if she wanted.
Her eyes go sort of wide, and he can see that she holds her breath. He inches closer. She doesn't stop him. Akaashi leans over the console and he can smell her perfume. Selfish, selfish, selfish. He raises a hand, and the tips of his fingers trace along the line of her jaw. A shudder goes down her spine. She doesn't stop him. His hand inches up until his fingers breach the roots of her hair, and his palm cups her cheek.
She stares at him, eyes wide and unblinking. He stares back. For a moment, he's still. He contemplates, a moment. Akaashi acknowledges his actions. He acknowledges their consequences.
And Akaashi kisses her anyways.
-> fun facts!
i did not proofread this
like not even a little
yn typed out “you guys” like 15 times and spelled it wrong a new different way each time
it took yn like a good ten minutes to calm down before she could tell iwa noya and kema what happened and by that point they had already put the pieces together
yn and akaashi shared popcorn during the movie and akaashi was really careful not to reach for it at the same time she did
their dinner together was spent mostly talking about each of their favorite medias, books, music, movies, etc
akaashi’s favorite book is the absolute classic frankenstein which prompted yn to ramble about its adaptations
SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend has been acting suspicious recently. always on his phone, awkward as hell, sweating through his shirts and mind elsewhere. he must be cheating!
NOTES: he’s not cheating. dialogue. fluff. angst. established relationship.
“i think we should break up.”
the words leave your mouth before you can catch them, slipping out like high tides of a waterfall.
truthfully you’re had enough. your boyfriend has invited you to this fancy restaurant, wearing a white shirt and slacks, pushed you to wear a pretty dress… all to ignore you on the other side of the table. he’s mid typing on his phone with one hand, chicken skewer in another as his head darts up to you and begins to choke.
it’s dramatic, loud, causing heads to turn as this large muscled man begins coughing like he caught a sickness. or worse. a marinated chicken chunk is stuck in his throat. bakugou katsuki’s eyes begin to water from food going down the wrong pipe, flaring red on impact. you momentarily feel so bad that you get up to tap his back and a waiter hands him water.
he gulps it down, staring at you with wet frowning eyes as you sit back down opposite him. you bite down on your lip in pure worry, fiddling with the hem of your dress.
when he’s finished the glass, you’re sure you see sweat glistening on his forehead either from his choking attack or from your comment. probably both. bakugou’s wiping his mouth when he utters, “what the fuck? why? y’serious?”
it hasn’t just been tonight. recently, things just haven’t been the same. maybe your four year relationship has run its course… you’re even suspicious he’s cheating on you. your three times a week meet-ups and sleepovers have swindled down to one, with excuses of work or prior engagements. whenever he is with you, he’s always on his phone, typing away or stuffing it into his pocket when you walk into the room. in the car is usually when you’d chat and laugh, catching up on each other's days. that has become a one sided interview of you asking him questions while his mind is so clearly elsewhere. he replies with one liners or asking you to repeat yourself three times before you give up.
you saw your life with katsuki, forever and always. as someone who’s never cared for marriage growing up, katsuki has been the first person who’s made you imagine that day. handsome in his suit at the end of the aisle, most likely crying and swearing too many times in his speech.
but recently those thoughts of forever have come crashing down quicker than you can handle.
“or a break? just some time apart,” you take a deep breath, you’re trying your best to make eye contact in this busy restaurant. a date he’s finally put together after weeks. “i just need time apart.”
you’re at your limit! you want to scream. i’m sure you’re cheating on me! you’re always so secretive on your phone!
but you’ve already grieved so much privately that you’re exhausted at this point.
“baby, what?” you can tell he doesn’t know where to start, but it’s satisfying to see him looking anything but sly or holding something back.
his eyes are wide, the red veins visible like he’s already cried his heart out. you notice his fingers, dying to grab you from across the table. he pushes his plate to the side.
“what have i done? why d’you want one? speak to me here.”
his voice cracks on the last word but he catches himself by sitting up straight, giving up on his internal battle and grabbing your hand across the table. it all breaks your heart, causing you to look away from him.
you clench your eyes shut, “we’ve not been the same recently and i’m not accusing you of anything but i’m so sure you’re keeping a secret from me.”
you yank your hand away from him, looking him in the eye. “you’re always texting on your phone and i know when you’re lying, katsuki. i ask you who it is and you say deku or kiri, but i know it’s not.”
even now, you can tell you caught him out. you think he’s stopped breathing, no words coming out his mouth as his lips part. then his shoulders slump and his hand comes up to rub roughly at his face. he mutters into his palm but you can’t hear a thing.
“i can’t believe… fuck. i’m not fuckin’ cheatin’ on you. i’d never do that shit. you hear me? i’d never.” he grits his teeth.
you don’t reply, just continuing to blink at him.
“yn, baby. i love you. i wouldn’t do that to you.” he presses, desperate to hold you or bring you home to talk privately. or just for you to understand him.
“i do know katsuki. well, i think i do but recently everything has been so weird between us.” you sigh, looking down at your matching untouched soup, “we haven’t been together as much as usual. it feels like your mind is always elsewhere when we’re together. you’re always anxious and texting before we go out. i hate it. i want to go back to how we were.”
you’re about to start whining at him. “i’ve missed giggling, sex and flirting with you. everything feels so serious and i don’t know why.”
you don’t cry, you’ve cried about this for the past week before coming to this decision. “i think we should break up.”
bakugou grabs your hand from across the table, refusing to let go even when you lightly tug.
“we’re not breakin’ up.” he says sternly, “i’m fuckin’ this all up, i know i am. i know i’ve been weird as hell recently. i can’t tell you why though.”
you scrunch your nose like a bad smell has wafted in. “why can’t you tell me?”
“i just can’t. it’s for a good reason though. promise.” he pleads, forcing a smile on his face but it only comes out awkward, bordering on scary. too much teeth, eyebrows raised.
you shake your head, “no, no. i’ve been crying over you, over our relationship for the past week now. you either tell me now or i’m gone, katsuki.” you frown harsher, breaths shaky. “you’re cheating, aren’t you?”
“i said i’m not! i’d never do that shit—,” he scoffs, disgusted at the idea.
“show me your phone!” you demand, again yanking your hand away from him and instead, holding out your palm.
bakugou pauses, swears under his breath. the pro hero is flustered, hair a mess from taking his hand through it repeatedly. “i know how this looks. i can’t—.”
“then we’re over.”
bakugou practically growls across the table as you cross your arms. “no we’re not. i fuckin’ love you. i’ve been all over the place recently but just wait—“
you roll your eyes, “wait for what? i’m hearing words with no meaning, katsuki.”
without releasing a single tear, you rise to your feet. “i’ll see you later to pick up my stuff. goodbye—,”
“for fucks sake. fine. sit your ass down. i’ll tell you. don’t say shit to me after.” bakugou crosses his muscled arms in his crisp white shirt across his chest.
“depends on what you show me,” you mutter but bakugou levels your stare.
“sit down, baby.”
there’s always that certain something in your boyfriend's tone that makes you listen. the same tone that makes his agency listen to him, civilians and villains alike. for you there’s a wisp of care behind it, that he’s aware of how sensitive he’s made you as of recent.
you plop back down in silence.
“remember you’re askin’ to see this. don’t get mad once you see it.”
“you’re gonna show me the woman you’re cheating on me with and expect me not to get mad?” you’re petty now, waving away the waiter that’s about to walk over. “c’mon get on with it.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, “i should spank you for this. like hell i’d ever cheat on you.”
your eyes widen. it’s not the time for sexual jokes. “fuck off, katsuki.” you’re about to kick him under the table.
though he pulls out his phone from his pocket, unlocks it with his face and slides it across the table to you.
his home screen is a photo of you sitting on a picnic blanket in the park from last year. you’re smiling at him, a punnet of strawberries on your lap in a long gingham maxi dress.
your heart rattles against your chest. he isn’t so evil to make you read through the text messages with his secret lover is he?
“can you just tell me? i don’t want to read them.”
he shakes his head, “no or you’re still gonna think i’m fuckin’ around. look yourself.”
bakugou looks slumped. jutting his jaw to his phone.
you take a deep breath and you tap open his text messages. the green app opens into a load of chats. first being your chat with him, saying what time you’re going to arrive at his apartment.
your heart skips a beat at the next name. a woman’s name.
“who the hell is…,”
then you read the next woman’s name.
“wait… are these my—,”
it’s your best friend, your childhood best friend. second on the list is another childhood friend of yours, not your shared friends with katsuki, but your friends.
next is momo and mina on the list.
then deku, kirishima, kaminari and shouto.
you frown up at your boyfriend, “why are you talking to my friends?”
but you don’t give him time to answer, tapping open the text messages with your best friend.
immediately, your hand flies to your mouth and just as quickly as you skim read the texts, you lock the phone.
“don’t show me anymore!” you whisper. “what the fuck, katsuki!”
bakugou grunts, staring at his stretched fingers. “that explain it? i’ve just been scared shitless. a fuckin’ pussy.”
you’re reacting like… like you just saw that he’s going to…
“you’re going to propose to me?” you say breathlessly, through your fingers.
“that was gonna be the plan if i could ever get the stupid words out or if you don’t break up with my dumbass before i can.”
you stare at your handsome, gorgeous, love of your life across the table from you at this fancy restaurant. you have to wave away the waiter again who wants to take your dirty plates and stare down this beautiful man. despite it all, now the truth is out, he looks less anxious, as if a literal shiny diamond stone has fallen off his back.
“you were asking them if i’d want to get my nails done.”
he nods, arm resting on the length of the table as he slouches in his seat. bakugou struggles to make eye contact with you. instead he’s filled with embarrassment and rosy red cheeks. “yeah. i know you don’t get them done usually but i was thinkin’ of all the possibilities.”
“and you were double checking if i’d like the ring.”
his eyes dim, flickering over at you, “i know you’ll love it. just overthinkin’ everythin’.”
“you were asking if you should do it tonight.”
he sighs loud and dramatic, “every time i see you i ask them beforehand. one time you were wearing comfy clothes on a date so i thought you wouldn’t want it then ‘cause of photos, another time you were upset about work so that wasn’t the day. i was thinkin’ of takin’ you abroad somewhere but all our ‘places’ are in this city. then whether i should get professional photographers? i wanted to do it today, it’s the reason i’m sweatin’ through this goddamn shirt.”
you gasp, “i thought that was the guilt from cheating on me. i honestly thought you were going to break up with me. taking me out on one good last date before putting me down like a dog.”
“baby,” he lightly chuckles, then throws his head back, “guess it’s not a secret anymore. i fucked that up.”
you pout, “i still haven’t seen the ring, honey.”
bakugou lifts his head up and you rub your foot against his under the table, “i’m honey now?”
“you’re my sweet bumblebee.”
bakugou’s flushed cheeks don’t let up so he rolls his eyes in defence.
“what did mina and momo say?”
“askin’ them for advice. how they’d like to be proposed to. didn’t really matter ‘cause you’re not them. mina wants to it to happen on a yacht. she needs to get a man first.”
you kick his shin lightly, a small smile on your cheeks. “well i feel better now i know we’re not breaking up.”
“i felt like throwin’ up every time you’ve told me you’re on your way or i’ve been on my way to you. that’s why i’ve been so quiet. tryin’ not to blow up over my dashboard.” he curses, clicking his tongue and looking anywhere but your face.
finally, you let the waiter take your plates and you and katsuki really look at each other. it’s as if you both release a deep sigh from the pit of your stomach.
“sorry for thinking you were cheating on me.” you say, rubbing your foot along his shin.
“nah, i’d think i was too with the way i was actin’. i just want it to be fuckin’ right. everything you’ve dreamed of,” he rubs under his nose, a light pout on his lips as he talks.
“i never really dreamed of marriage so anything with you would be perfect, honey.” you soothe, then you frown, “does that mean you were trying for propose on the boat ride we went on last month? wait… do you have the ring on you now?”
bakugou subconsciously taps his slacks pocket. the velvet box right in there.
he’s got no time to reply because you’re already jumping halfway across the table, “let me see it, kats. let me see!”
“i’m not showin’ you now! you see it when i propose properly. i’m not proposin’ today. the moment’s gone.”
he’s acting like a grump, it makes you want to coo, grab his cheeks and kiss him all over. usually it’s him calming you down, telling you everything will be alright but what’s a relationship without shifting responsibilities?
“did you think i was going to say no?” you smile, your head resting in your palm.
bakugou still can barely look at you, especially with you beautifully smiling at him without a care in the world. he’s missed this with you, desperately. everything has been so painfully stressful regarding you because he needs to have it perfect. he couldn’t not have the proposal be perfect.
bakugou shrugs, an awkward laugh as he scratches his head, “well yeah, baby. there’s a possibility you don’t want my ass forever.”
“hm. okay.” you grin.
that gets him frowning, leaning over the table to get closer, “wait, you’d say yes. wouldn’t you?”
“i’ll let that be the surprise whenever you propose!”
“baby.”
“bakugou katsuki.”
“you’re gonna be a bakugou whether you like it or not.” he grunts and your giggles flow out uncontrollably.
“that’s the confidence we need, honey.” you hum and bakugou rolls his eyes, stretching his jaw side to side as he stares you down. “but in all honestly, wait a little. you’re going to be nervous either way but just wait till you’re calmer. we’re in no rush.”
bakugou sighs. “can i ask you questions? so it’s perfect whenever i get the balls to do it.”
“ask away.”
“do you want your nails done?”
you shrug, “they hardly ever are so it’s okay if they’re not.”
bakugou jots that down mentally. “you’d want photographers, right? for your insta?”
that gets you laughing, “i would. do you have any right now waiting on your command?”
bakugou’s blush deepens, “sorta. i have one that’s about fifteen minutes away if i were to do it.”
your lips go into an o shape. “that’s cute, katsuki. wow.”
“i’ve prepared some stuff,” he says shyly, “i was gonna do it here. this is the first restaurant i took you to four years ago.”
you blink, taking in the space once again. this was the exact same booth also! he was stuttering away that day, swearing too much while you giggled at every other word he said. you were already obsessed with him. he was planning on already asking you to be his girlfriend.
“fuck. you didn’t even notice, did you?” he rubs his palm over his face.
“i was too focused on the fact that you were cheating on me!”
“i wasn’t!”
“i know that now!”
the waiter swiftly walks over sliding your mains over the table. the smile on your face stays, in fact you feel elated right now. the best you’ve ever been with katsuki. and katsuki, well. he feels like he failed a mission but gained you again along the way.
“no more proposal talk. i’ll sort it later. how’ve you been? really? i hate that this has made you cry. i’ll make it up to you.” he rambles, pulling your chair closer to the table by his foot. “gonna spend these next few days with you. apologise for everythin’.”
“i do miss kissing you.”
“i’ll kiss you all over. ‘m sorry.”
“and i miss going on casual dates and hearing about work and laying on the sofa doing nothing with you.”
bakugou nods, taking it all in. “we’ll go back to how we were. i missed you too.”
katsuki ends up proposing to you, completely unexpected, two months later. he told you it’s easier if you guys walk to the brunch spot he wants to take you to. so through the park, holding hands, bakugou rambles on, somewhat nervously about how much he loves you. you don’t think anything of it, already wanting to bring him in for a cuddle and a kiss. but everything switches when he drops onto one knee.
one by one your friends and family appear. getting up from benches and his friends, from behind trees.
there are two photographers that are present. just like you wanted. you’re going to have so many options for your instagram dump.
and when bakugou asks you the question, you give him the same answer you would have said months ago.
a self-fulfilling prophecy is a psychological concept in which something comes true in part due to one's belief or expectation that it was already true. she thought he hated her and began to hate him until he started to act differently around her.
kageyama x f! reader
COMPLETED haikyuu smau
taglist: closed
playlist <3
warnings & notes: language, pining ig, enemies to lovers, coffee shop au, college timeskip, college is based off my knowledge and experiences which are all american, reader is into technical theatre, i will unashamedly weave in psychology nerd stuff, time stamps don't matter although i try to make them coherent :), dates don't really matter but i thought they'd be cute to include, makes more sense when you read the intros (specifically kageyama's)
the menu: the baristas + beefy man | the freeloaders
table of contents (☕︎ for any chapters with written parts <3):
part one: cow mug
part two: christmas tree
part three: mr. nice guy
part four: abrasions
part five: hell week
part six: toxic trait (☕︎)
part seven: off to war (☕︎)
part eight: sidelines (☕︎)
part nine: regularly scheduled programming
part 10: two truths and a lie (☕︎)
part 11: hopeless
part 12: second time's the charm
part 13: high stakes (☕︎)
part 14: flowers (☕︎)
part 15: epilogue (☕︎)
thank you for reading new grounds <3
𖦹his hands are worn from years of volleyball. her’s are worn from years of playing guitar 𖦹
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status: completed, but i reserve the right to post bonus content at random
tags: kuroo x f!reader, one sided enemies to lovers, serendipity, university au, reader is a musician in an indie punk band
warnings: language, alcohol use, violence, adult themes, mommy issues im giving yn mommy issues forgot to mention that, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings
minors dni
taglist: closed
each part is named after the song i listened to while making it
playlist one playlist two
introductions: the band | the team
track one: dumb fucks
track two: hair of dog
track three: monkey jaw
track four: hooked fish [✐]
track five: magnet
track six: the the empty
track seven: heaven
track eight: bag of worms
track nine: all i think about now
track ten: rigid
track eleven: the shadow baby
track twelve: waiting so long [✐]
track thirteen: trace me onto you
track fourteen: enumerating
track fifteen: kute
track sixteen: drunk voicemail [✐]
track seventeen: all this love [✐]
track eighteen: cream of gold
track nineteen: liar's love [✐]
track twenty: kill me
track twenty-one: anything [✐]
track twenty-two: just like heaven [✐]
bonus content:
band lore
nishinoya + hinata lore
mommy issues lore
tanaka + kiyoko lore
bloody nose (extra chapter)
yn style guide
daily click for palestine 🇵🇸
moodboard/description on calloused hands from @causenessus
"inner child healing, DEF vintage core, lowkey 10 things i hate about you "do you like the girl? is she worth all this trouble? either she is or she isn't" type beat in my very humble opinion. big grunge vibes. throwing rocks out your window. sneaking out of the house. the kind of couple to pack their bags and run away from home together/just leave everything behind to start a new life. definitely a kind of looks like they could kill you and would kill you (yn) and looks like they could kill you but won't (bc he's kuroo i'm in love with my girlfriend and everything i have is her's and i will only fight for her tetsuro). cigarettes after sex (sunsetz) for sure and CURRENT JOYS (honorable song mentions: kids, new flesh, my motorcycle, you broke my heart). ALSO ALSO other really specific kind of references they give me lockwood and lucy (lockwood and co.) vibes except for y/n is lockwood with her kind of i'm not living for anything vibes before kuroo comes into her life I HOPE SOMEONE GETS THIS. OR they're nico and libby "you're a fire hazard. stop apologizing for the damage and just let the fucker burn" (which i interpret as "i'm going to love you no matter what. just be yourself") nico and libby (atlas six) kind of dynamic I DON'T KNOW"
⋆｡°✩in which yn just got out of a bad breakup, and the only thing helping her is this one song on repeat ⋆｡°✩
divider credits to plutism
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tags: tobio kageyama x f!reader, university au, strangers to friends to lovers
warnings: foul language, gross jokes, sexual jokes, conflict, violence, cringe; everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings
rules: blank blogs will be blocked !! minors dni
taglist: closed
[ignore all time stamps]
status: complete
pinterest board by @garden-of-bri
yn style guide
introductions: oh my god they were roommates | roommates to lovers
part one: is she hot
part two: body shots [✐]
part three: pathetic men
part four: girl time
part five: blood oath
part six: breakfast
part seven: bed bugs
part eight: my bisexual prince
part nine: linked up
part ten: tsukkinoyahinyamyn [✐]
part eleven: something shifted
part twelve: a bet
part thirteen: weird and serious
part fourteen: antonios
part fifteen: bothered. unmoisturized. anxious.
part sixteen: toothpaste and iodine [✐]
part seventeen: okay i love you
part eighteen: mini epilogue
daily click for palestine 🇵🇸
moodboard/description for on repeat from @causenessus
"the actual definition of domesticity. just pure love. definitely love languages are in this aesthetic. i'm getting a lot of gift giving vibes. BUT AGAIN DOMESTICITY!! just kageyama being in love and a sucker for y/n. he's behind her at every moment in case she needs anything, holding her bags for her and always there to be a scary guard dog to anyone looking despite being a sweetheart and melting the moment y/n is looking at him or asking something. the kind of people who would both come up to a grandma and help her cross the street or carry things for her <3 they're happy as long as they're together. they remind me of this one video i've had saved for years in my phones that goes along the lines of "when you're a kid you think your parents are soulmates. my kids are going to be right about that." (ik that isn't always applicabale to family dynamics like i would rather die than have kids but i personally think it's even more impactful thinking about it as "my parents were so messed up but i'm going to meet my soulmate. i'm going to be with someone that people see us together and think that we're soulmates. i'm going to find someone that loves me.") songs that come to mind are the cuco's wannabewithu and songs4u albums but also work song simply bc of how lovesick it is and loverboy"
taglist: @wyrcan @hikikaimar @noodleswastaken @lufvg @thechaosoflonging @lemurzsquad @httpakkeiji @shibaco @dontmindtheevie @tamimemo @cr4yolaas@shoulmate @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @marlovesyou (send me an ask/msg to be added/removed or if i missed you or incorrectly tagged you)
MIYA ATSUMU spends one night with you and writes an album about it.
CONTENT/WARNINGS: smau, strangers to lovers, band au, angst, hookups, mental health issues, suicide and self harm mentions, kys/kms serious and unserious, drinking, cigarettes, psych hospitals, warnings subject to change, mdni
TAGLIST: open, reply to this post to be added
PROLOGUE: and i would never want to
INTRODUCTIONS: god’s least favorites | hair of dog 5th gc
CW. exes-to-lovers, angst, fluff, suggestive/mature humor, suggestive content, growth, dubcon (drunk sex), atsumu was a pos lol, neglectful behavior (past), getting back together
STATUS. COMPLETE!!
SUMMARY. Atsumu Miya decides to give MysMatch ONE more chance. Fortunately Unfortunately for him, the last time he meets up with a match, it turns out to be his favorite ex-girlfriend. You.
IN WHICH — you drunkenly give your number to atsumu, who then refuses to let you go
EXTRA — swearing, suggestive jokes, somewhat fluff, mentions of alcohol & sex, college au, lowkey mean reader, down bad atsumu
A/N — filler post while i work on my requests 🧘♀️ this is so rushed and bad im so sorry LMFAOO
cameos: navi (@milkbread11), joan (@/faengelofilum), cass (@imallamaninjaistg), nique (@/showhay)
TAGLIST (comment or fill out this form to be added) — @lovedlorned @kagstobioisthelightofmylife @imallamaninjaistg @suoyato @iwillnoteatdogs @jiacheriee @huhyeni @anxiously-waitingforyou @annaandherlovelythings
i fear i tried to post this twice and tumblr censored me! but the ask u got abt if katsuki would say "making love" or fuck made me think of this scenario i had to share lol - adoringmha
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i think he'd shamelessly say when he wants to fuck. he'll literally drop his head back on the couch unbothered enough to not even pretend he's paying attention, eyes glued to you as all your friends talk and make jokes around you. he slides a hand on your thigh and your legs press together, already knowing where this is going.
you turn, trying to ignore the heat in his gaze as you lock eyes.
"what's wrong?"
"wanna go home and fuck."
he's not loud, but he's not exactly whispering either.
your eyes widen and you smack his thigh lightly. "katsuki-"
"these idiots won't care, we've been here long enough."
...you had been at kiri's place for hours now. it wouldn't hurt to be the first ones to leave.
he smiles lazy and cocky when he sees you've made your decision. with a quick squeeze to your thigh, he gets up. "let's go."
see like this. oooweeeeeee. nom nom nom. isn’t he sooooo fine.
sitting lazy on the sofa, head resting on the back and he grips your thigh. slightly swaying it back and forth. able to move your whole body without much effort. everything about him captures your attention. he is just so sexy. half lidded eyes. a slight snark in his tone about still being there.
wanna eat him ALIVE. immediate slap after “wanna go home and fuck.” so honest and annoying.
defo walks out behind you with his hands in your waist guiding you through the house because he’s all horny and touchy. pats your bottom too.
gonna close my eyes and imagine this for a minute.
suna needs a girlfriend. you’re the last person he hooked up with, so that’s close enough, right?
SUMMARY: all it takes to ruin suna rintaro’s reputation is a scorned ex-lover and a damning voicemail. his manager seems to think that the best way to turn it all around is to make the public see that suna’s a loving, loyal, relationship kind of guy. the only problem being, he’s not actually in a relationship - so he decides to fake one with you.
CONTAINS: suna x reader, fake dating, hookups, hints of angst, written parts, longing, mutual pining, kms/kys jokes, warnings may change
TAGLIST: open, reply to this post to be added
INTRODUCTIONS: bitches who shit
INTRODUCTIONS: boys trip to st. petersburg, fl
CHAPTER ONE: the day suna rintaro was banned from tinder
CHAPTER TWO: guy who thinks i’m his ramona flowers or some shit
CHAPTER THREE: employee of the month at the telling lies factory
JUNE 2, 2026, 6:32AM: if you’re the girl dressed like a hot dog that just knocked me on my ass on the side of the road, please know that i am in love with you.
TO SUMMARIZE - miya osamu meets the love of his life on his way to work for about two minutes total, and then spends five weeks trying to find her.
PLEASE BE AWARE that this story contains written parts, longing, alcohol, swearing, lewd jokes, and everyone is out of character. warnings may change as the story progresses
STATUS: completed
INTRO: the worst people in the world
INTRO: miya atsumu has a piss kink
CHAPTER ONE: love at first sight does not exist
CHAPTER TWO: eggs
CHAPTER THREE: stalking is a serious crime
CHAPTER FOUR: what attachment style are you
CHAPTER FIVE: let's be real second
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