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tigerlilla’s master fic list
mha:
sparks (bakugo x fem reader) multichap
act like you like me (bakugo x fem reader) multichap unfinished
tokyo rev:
the babysitter trap (mitsuya x reader) multichap
paper rings (mitsuya x reader) one shot
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nurse nanami (nanami x reader) one shot
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falling (daisuga) one shot
30-something Kacchan.
i think about this all the time
killa trav more like killa lilla am i right (working on final chapter of act like u love me)
NEED U ALL TO KNOW I SAW THE FUNNIEST THING AT WORK TODAY
okay so i work in the children’s department of a public library and this mom had comes in and was like “my 13 year old is here with my two younger kids and she’s just going to watch them for a bit while i go get my hair cut” and i was like sure whatever that’s fine. so the oldest one asks for a login for the public use computers we have to “work on homework”
fast forward like 30 minutes, im walking back there to get a book off a shelf, i walk past not really trying to snoop but i notice that she’s on the computer reading something and then i realize there’s a giant orange w in the corner and she’s on WATTPAD and then she notices me and quickly changes tabs and whips her head around to look at me in fear
WELCOME TO WOMANHOOD BABIE HOPE IT WAS A GOOD FIC LEMME RECOMMEND SOME
nurse nanami
a nanami x reader fic
summary: nanami takes care of you while ur sick, gender neutral reader :)
thank u for reading <3
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you open your eyes slowly, awakened by the sound of his soft voice. you glance up at his face, careful not to shift too much and let him know you’re awake.
“hello, this is kento nanami. i’m-“ he stops. he looks ethereal in the morning, the sun on his tousled blonde hair.
you notice his phone pressed against his face. you’re slightly jealous that it gets to touch his gorgeous cheekbones before you.
“yes, i am their boyfriend,” nanami continues to rub comforting circles into your back, lightly making patterns. “they’ve been running a fever with all the typical symptoms of the flu,” he pauses again, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. “ah, i see. thank you. i’ll keep you updated.” nanami places his phone down on the nightstand.
you lift your head up, your eyes meeting his. his round glasses have slid down to the end of his nose, you push them back up on his face with your finger.
“sorry, did i wake you?” he asks, a small frown on his face.
“no,” you lie, your voice coming out cracked and raw.
he hands you a glass of water from his side of the bed.
you take it from him, slowly sipping on the stale water.
“go back to sleep,” nanami says, his voice soft and comforting, completely different than his cold demeanor with everyone else.
you shake your head, sitting all the way up, “i have to go to work. i have to finish the project. it’s due today-“
he stops you with a cold hand on your shoulder. “i already talked to the office secretary. she said the flu has been going around your building and it’s best that you take the day off.”
you sigh loudly, rubbing your sleepy eyes.
“lay back down,” nanami commands.
you give in, laying down against his cool chest. it feels so nice against your warm face.
he lets you fall asleep against him, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. nanami isn’t grossed out by you drooling on him, he actually finds it quite adorable. he wipes your nose when you sniffle, unfazed by the ungodly amount of snot leaking out of your nose. nanami is careful to gently prop you up against his upright body when your chest begins to wheeze. he lets you shift against him; lets you hug his arm or curl up against his side. nanami pulls the blankets over your shoulders when you shiver, pushing them off when you begin to sweat.
you drift in and out of consciousness, only fully waking up in the afternoon.
“mm, good morning,” nanami murmurs, the corners of his mouth turning up ever-so-slightly. he places his hand against your forehead, “you’re hot.”
you prop your chin up on his chest, giving him your best doe-eyed look, “but kento,” you whine, “aren’t i always hot?”
he narrows his eyes, “oh please, don’t start acting like gojo.”
you laugh, your laughter quickly turning into a coughing fit.
he rubs your back, holding a tissue to your mouth as you cough up mucus. “sorry, doll.”
you lean against him, continuing to breathe heavily.
nanami hands you some pills and a glass of water, prompting you to take them.
you grudgingly agree, quickly swallowing the green capsules.
“good job, sweetheart, i know you don’t like them,” he goes back to rubbing patterns on your back.
“i’m hungry,” you say softly into the comforting fabric of his tshirt.
“noodles?” nanami asks, sweetly rubbing sweaty hair out of your face.
you nod weakly.
he swings his leg over the side of the bed, going to stand up.
you grab his wrist, his skin cool against your burning touch.
he understands immediately, walking over to your side of the bed and scooping you up in his arms. he carries you bridal style, taking you with him to the other room. nanami smells like toothpaste and laundry detergent and freshly printed newspaper. but right now, you can’t smell anything at all. nanami lays you down on the living room couch, noticing the pout on your face.
“i can’t smell anything,” you explain. “i miss your smell.”
“i can smell you,” nanami chuckles, ignoring your look of betrayal.
“kento,” you whine, “you can’t pick on me when i’m sick. how come you only act like this to me?”
“because you’re the only one i like to tease, sweetheart,” nanami kisses your temple before heading into the kitchen.
you watch nanami move around the open kitchen. he would make the perfect husband, you sigh. he looks so good in his tight university tee and boxers. his tits would make anyone envious. you wish you weren’t sick. you would love to-
“did you hear me?” nanami asks, his eyes locked on to you.
“sorry,” your eyes flicker up from his chest, “what did you say?”
“i asked if you’re warm, your face is red,” nanami repeats.
“oh, no, i’m fine,” you hide behind the back of the couch, slightly embarrassed by your midday fantasies.
“hmm,” nanami says with a slight smirk, bringing a bowl of noodles over to you.
“thank you,” you blush, taking the bowl from him. “thank you for taking today off to take care of me.”
“it’s my pleasure, doll,” he replies, sitting down next to you. “besides, when was the last time we had a day off together?”
“too bad i have the flu,” you pout. you slurp down your noodles, the warm broth feeling wonderful on your sore throat.
“that good, huh?” nanami asks, grinning down at you.
“delicious, babe,” you reply, happily smiling at him. “try some,” you hold out the bowl before pulling it back. “actually, you probably shouldn’t eat after me. i don’t want to make you sick.”
“i have a strong immune system. me getting sick isn’t a problem.”
you tilt your head, “we’ve been together for three years and you’ve never been sick. not even a cold or anything.” you scoff, “god really played favorites with you; handsome, smart, immune to sickness, big d-“
nanami interrupts you, knowing how you were going to finish that sentence, “eat your food before it gets cold.”
“yes, sir,” you giggle, slurping down your noodles. you stand up from the couch, immediately feeling dizzy.
nanami’s beside you in an instant, his hand on your back.
you lean against his side, “sorry.”
“don’t apologize,” he murmurs. “do you want to walk?”
you nod, hesitantly stepping forward.
nanami keeps his arm around you, holding you steady. he helps you walk to the bedroom. “good job, baby.”
“now, i’m tired,” you plop down on your side of the bed.
“you could take a nap,” nanami sits down beside you, scooting over so you can rest against his side.
“i hate being sick,” you groan.
“i know,” he frowns, rubbing the side of your face with his thumb. “i think the docu-series about the zodiac killer you wanted to watch is out.”
your eyes light up, “you’re right. do you want to watch it with me?”
nanami smiles at your reaction, “of course, doll.”
you giggle excitedly, tucking your chin against his chest, “you’re the best, kento.”
he smiles, tracing words onto your back. he swallows loudly, ignoring the tickle in the back of his throat.
“i’m so glad you remembered this series. i can’t believe that i forgot ab-“
nanami sneezes, jolting you off his chest.
you prop yourself up on your arm, your eyes meeting his, “oh no, i got my nurse sick,” your frown. “i guess i’ll be taking care of you tomorrow, nurse nanami.”
reposting this cause nanami is trending AS HE SHOULD BE
thinking about bakugo katsuki frowning at the big book in your lap, the one that’s been taking all your attention for the past week. you lazily run a hand across his shoulders, creases forming between your eyebrows as you focus on the words bleeding across the page.
katsuki had asked what you were reading multiple times, but you’d always shrugged him off, saying ‘just some fantasy book i saw online, nothing you’d like.’ he believed you at first, but you’d been lugging around the 900 page doorstop for the past week. you’d read it in bed, on the couch, on the train. today, you’d even rushed your shower, hopping out as soon as he stepped in. he found you wrapped in your towel, face buried in your book five minutes later.
katsuki was throughly fed up. he racked his brain, trying to remember the title. he’d seen it a million times. what was it? the barbarian? the dragon king? court of kings? the court of the barbarian king! that was it!
katsuki typed it into his phone, determined to figure out what was so goddamn good about this book. he read the book description.
the eastern coast was in ruins; a barbarian king sitting atop the cities he buried. him and his court of conquerors and criminals terrorized the coast, aiming for total destruction. until he meets autumn winter rain, the lost princess of the tree islands, living abandoned and alone, close to death in the ruins of a former port town. barbarian king katsuko takes the girl hostage, unaware of the great power she carries. in this epic story of love and conquest, war and survival, katsuko and autumn will weave a tale of twists and turns, with plenty of spicy heat to keep fans interested.
the description seemed normal enough to katsuki. he was smart enough to know the fan art would really tell him about the book. he clicked over to images, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
it was him. as a barbarian. his red eyes, spiky blond hair, permanent scowl. every image looked the same. looked like him.
katsuko. the main characters name was katsuko. holy fucking shit. and spicy romance? bakugo knew you read some messed up kinky shit, so he could only imagine what this book had.
a quick search confirmed it. katsuki scrolled through thread after thread laughing at the published “fanfic” so deliciously dirty it had caused quite a stir.
“‘suki?” you said softly, looking at him in concern. “what’s wrong, baby?”
he turned to you, eyes full of evil, a smirk playing on his lips. “why does you reading a smutty published fanfic about me turn me on so much?”
LMAOOO FINALLY PROOF READ THIS SORRY xox
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“you have fifteen fucking thousand at home,” bakugo grunts, staring at the plushie you’ve thrust in front of his face.
“but i don’t have a capybara in a scarf. please,” you use your puppy dog eyes that you know he can’t resist. “pretty please, ‘suki?” your lower lip quivers.
he shoves the plush back into your arms. “jesus christ, woman, don’t look at me like that.”
you giggle and stand on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek.
you don’t care that you’re in the middle of a children’s toy store right before christmas and it’s busy as hell and at least half a dozen kids are excitedly pointing at the pro hero.
“thank you, baby,” you coo, kissing him again. “i love you! i’m going to name him granola bakugo.”
bakugo sighs, pretending to be annoyed with you, even as he pulls out his gold credit card. “love you, too. let’s go buy your damn rodent so we can get outta here.”
act like you like me
part 4 … read part 1
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“shit. can you grab my jacket from my room?”
bakugo stomped into your room, “how am i supposed to find anything in here? jesus christ.”
“it’s on top of the pile closest to the door,” you yelled.
“found it,” bakugo replied a second later, tossing you the black sweatshirt.
“thanks,” you slid the jacket on. “i’ll be back in a couple hours. don’t miss me too much. bye,” you gave a wink before closing the apartment door behind you.
hey <3
missed u and writing but i’m back with a new chapter of act like you like me!
meeting mitsuya
mitsuya x reader one shot sfw
it was a dreary tuesday afternoon. the shop was empty; you’d had only two customers all day. you liked the quiet days like these. that’s why you started working at mood fabrics- it was quiet.
on slow days like today, you’d play your playlist over the speaker system. it was an odd collection of obscure british grunge mixed with classical, hyper pop, taylor swift, and sad indie songs. it all worked together, in your mind.
you sat at the front counter, crocheting your latest sweater. it was a bit ironic-you worked at a fabric store, but you much preferred working with yarn. you could never manage to sew in a straight line.
who would ride a motorcycle in the rain, you thought, hearing the loud engine coming down the street. you looked up at the bike approached, watching as it pulled against the yellow curb right in front of the store. your eyes traveled back down to your crochet. it was quite typical-people would park in front of the store to go someplace nearby. you secretly enjoyed watching their cars get towed.
the bell above the door rang. you looked up only to see the biker pull off his white helmet, a purple mullet falling into place on his head. his face wore a bored expression, a small frown on his lips.
you didn’t get the chance to say anything, he was already headed for the back. you stayed sitting at the counter, scanning the aisles for his purple hair, his black jacket, the sound of his heavy boots.
it didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. he was on his way back up to the counter before you could fully register what was going on. it wasn’t often you got men in the store, much less biker men with leather jackets and a knife hooked on his back pocket.
“two yards of each, please,” he said, placing two bolts of fabric down on the counter.
“did you find everything all right?” you ask, laying his fabric out. it was a pink paisley pattern.
“yeah. where’s rob?” he asks, glancing around the store.
“um, he only works mornings. do you need something? i can take a message or…”
“oh,” the man frowned, “it’s fine. i usually come by before school but i was running late today,” the man laughs lightly.
“you’re a student?” you ask, folding his first fabric. the white markings on his black jacket seem familiar.
“no, uh, i was taking my sisters to school. this fabric is actually for dresses for them.”
“you sew dresses for your sisters?” you ask.
“yeah,” he smiles, “they always bug me to make ‘em stuff.”
“that’s sweet.” you’re confused by him. he rides a motorcycle, yet he’s making frilly dresses for his sister. thick rings complement his black nails, but contrast his fuzzy cardigan.
he nods, hands in his pockets.
you cut his last fabric in silence, folding it and sliding it into the bag.
“i like the music,” he notes. “it’s an interesting mix.”
you look up, “thank you.” ‘back to the old house’ plays over the speaker.
“i like the mix of morrissey and taylor swift. it works, somehow,” he says.
you pause, looking at him. “that’s what i’ve always said.”
the man laughs, his lilac eyes squinting. it makes your stomach twist.
“your total is 30 dollars,” you say, placing his last yard of fabric in his bag.
the expression on the man’s face shifts, “thirty for six yards? that’s not right.”
“you got a discount,” you smile.
the man raises an eyebrow.
“employee discount,” you explain. “i never use it so…” you hand him the bag.
“maybe i should start coming in the afternoons,” the man smiles, “you’re way better than rob. plus, i have to come back and hear more than two songs of your playlist.”
you laugh, your cheeks slightly warming.
“y/n,” he says, reading your name tag, “i’ll see you later.”
the man placed his helmet over his purple hair and walked out the door. you watched as he placed his bag of fabric under the seat of his bike. he was on his bike speeding away before the engine had fully started.
you finally let the smile you’d been trying to hide break free. you giggled softly and looked down at the money he handed you. you hadn’t even checked to make sure it was the right amount. something about that man made you not want to look away.
that was the day you met takashi mitsuya, and since then, you’ve never stopped looking.
Uncle Bakugou to Kirishima’s kids and Kiri’s kids favorite hero is Dynamight so imagine he comes over and they all go “uncle Dynamight!!” With their cute little Dynamight shirts on and action figures and Kiri is sulking as he whispers “traitors” before looking at Bakugou and going “I can’t believe you stole my kids from me! 😭”
This is SO cute, but I feel like Kiri would want his kids being Dynamight fans because he’s right there with them wearing Dynamight merch all the time.
Kirishima literally gets pouty if Bakugou brings his kids new Dynamight merch before it’s released and he doesn’t get any. So Bakugou always has to bring things for Kiri too🥺😂
But imagine Bakugou babysitting Kirishima’s kids while he goes out with his wife, or goes to work. And he takes them to the cinema, or bowling or something? And he ends up meeting you?🥺
brb writing a silly little story for this
crying about ending act like you love me
i never thought i would be returning to my bakugo era and then write a fucking fic 😭😭 would you guys kill me if i wrote two more chapters 😭😭😭
i be in his dm’s saying he’s prettyyyyy
paper rings
a mitsuya x reader fic
based off the song “paper rings” by taylor swift! gender neutral reader
“good morning.”
“it’s a little after midnight,” you reply, pulling back so you can look up at him. you’re curled up next to him, head on his chest, reading a book you picked up a few days ago with your side lamp turned on.
mitsuya takashi grins at you, eyes still heavy with sleep, all lazy muscles and bed head. “sorry, i meant to stay up and wait for you.”
“it’s okay. it was long night at work, i had to stay late,” you sigh. “i was just reading a bit before i go to bed.”
he tilts the book you have in your hands back so he can read the title. mitsuya raises an eyebrow, “since when do you read about the idiosyncrasies of western fashion?”
“since you left it on my nightstand,” you stretch up and kiss the tip of his nose. “i like reading what you read. a book club of two.”
mitsuya hums, “cute.”
“i’m making food,” you declare, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.
mitsuya grabs your arm.
you turn to look at him, still laying in bed, looking up at you like a puppy.
“i come too,” he mumbles.
“that’s sweet of you,” you cross your arms, “but no. you’ll just stand there and watch me, waiting to poke my butt when i least expect it.”
he grins and every crooked grin he’s ever given you flashes through your mind. “fine, i’ll stay here and be lazy.” he drops your arm only to pinch your ass.
“takashi!” you swat at his hand, smiling at him before you leave the room. his laughter rings behind you.
you hum to yourself and you get out the typical late night breakfast things you use; toast, granola, fruit, butter. you turn on the toaster, the image of mitsuya’s grin keeping you smiling. his smile is exactly how it was the day you met.
…
you pushed your bike down the sidewalk, rolling your eyes at yourself. you knew being out after dark downtown was just asking for trouble. but you’d lost track of time, completely absorbed in-
“nice legs!”
you quickened your pace. talking to creeps was not something you wanted to do today. you spotted a convenience store on the corner. you quickly headed into the safety of the well lit building.
you pushed your bike onto the sticky linoleum floor. the last thing you needed was your bike to get stolen.
the store was empty except for a group in the chip aisle being loud. you rolled your eyes and continued on to the refrigerators at the back of the store.
“shut up, mitsuya,” someone yelled. again, you rolled your eyes. someone else laughed. you were too tired to deal with this.
you grabbed a juice from the fridge, contemplating fighting the people in the chip aisle for a bag of salt and vinegar chips. you felt like making your taste buds cry.
you wrinkled your nose, something smelled terrible, like sweat and cheap weed.
“excuse me.”
the voice startled you. you hadn’t heard anyone approach.
a man stood by your bike, pointing to a fridge.
“i’m sorry,” you sputtered, tearing your eyes away from his lilac hair. you moved your bike away from the unit he wanted into.
“no worries,” the man said, grabbing a coffee from the fridge.
“a little late for caffeine,” you noted, trying your best to get him to look at you again. you weren’t sure if his hair matched his eyes or if you just made that up.
“a little late for bike riding,” he grinned, turning to you. you forgot all about his eyes. his grin changed his whole face, his skin somehow lightening, the corners of his eyes (they were, in fact, the same light purple shade as his hair) crinkling, the crooked smile on his lips.
“i-“
“mitsuya, hurry the fuck up,” a man called, interrupting your rushed answer.
you turned to look at him. he was tall with a blonde braid down the middle of his head. a shorter blond followed him, a half eaten bag of cheetos in his hands, fake cheese smeared on his face.
“sorry,” the purple haired man, mitsuya, looked at you. “my friends are very impatient.”
“and very high,” you said quietly, wrinkling your nose.
the man laughed. “see you around,” he nodded before leaving.
you bought your chips and drink and left, peddling home quickly.
what a day. you flopped back on your bed, ignoring the clothes and wadded up paper underneath you.
hmm. you pulled out your phone, quickly searching mitsuya on instagram. mitsuya takashi. he smiled up at you from your phone, purple hair and smart ass grin.
how cute. how obnoxious.
…
“babe!” you whisper yell. “i went home and stalked you on the internet after we met.”
his laugh rumbles through the hall.
“i think i even found your address.”
“but i was creepy for saying hi to you.”
…
you walked quickly, trying to avoid the masses of people heading to and from work. of course, today of all days, you had to forget your earbuds.
you shoved your hands deeper into the pockets of your hoodie, your favorite comfort mechanism.
you felt eyes on you and look up to see a familiar blonde braid.
the people from the convenience store.
was the purple haired guy there too?
nevermind. you don’t care.
“gas station!” someone yelled. the short blonde.
you squinted your eyes, continuing on your path avoiding them.
the man with the purple hair stepped out. his grin was still crooked.
you stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk, the toe of your shoe hitting it awkwardly.
the man waved, still wearing the stupid smirk. you’d wanted to wipe it right off his face. with your lips. what.
you looked back down at the sidewalk, shake your head, and continue on.
you hoped you’d never see him again. you hoped you’d see him all the time. you hoped you weren’t going insane.
…
mitsuya continues. “maybe i was a bit creepy and that’s why you hated me.”
“nuh uh,” you frown. “i thought your friends were rude and creepy. i avoided them. i liked you.”
“it took me like 3 months to get your name.”
“yeah,” you butter your toast, “because every time i saw you, i was on my way to or from work. it was like you were the stalker.”
you could hear mitsuya’s eye roll all the way in the bedroom, “your walk just happened to cross by draken’s shop, my favorite 7-eleven, and my walk to the studio.”
“making a new friend is mindsuckingly dull and predictable,” your plate your toast. “i definitely didn’t know we would become more than friends.”
“took you three months to even wave back,” mitsuya groans.
you scoff, “more like one..hmm maybe two… no, you’re right, it was three.”
“you finally gave in to my charm and wit and endless talent,” mitsuya’s words carried a smile.
“no, i thought your face was pretty.” you head back to the bedroom, your plate in your hand.
“yeah, that too,” mitsuya replies.
you walk back into the bedroom, handing mitsuya a slice of plain toast, his favorite
“thanks, baby,” he says, kissing your temple. “what got you reminiscing?”
“just thinking,” you smile, sitting next to him on the bed. your curl up against him, his arm instinctively going around you. you pick back up your/mitsuya’s book and bite into your toast.
“mm, i like that,” mitsuya points at the oversized patchwork coat on the page. “i’ll make something similar for you this winter.”
you hum in approval. “you always make me cute clothes in the winter.”
“i like winter fashion, and some of my favorite memories of us took place during the winter,” mitsuya smiles, pulling you into a kiss.
“you are such a sap,” you groan, but you can’t help but smile. he’s right. you love the winter because of him.
…
“is that a pool?” mitsuya asked, looking out the large hotel windows.
the two of you were on your way to visit his sister at her school, a small college with an average annual snowfall of 3 feet. mitsuya had dragged you along, claiming his sister would adore his new friend and she could use help fixing up her new apartment. you’d been driving all day, excited to finally have your eyes focus on something besides the car in front of you.
“shhh, it’s late. someone’s going to make a noise complaint,” you frowned.
“i knew the outdoor hot tub was open but the pool too?” mitsuya stared out the window, looking at the piles of snow shoveled and pushed beside the sidewalks.
“takashi,” you sighed, setting your book down on your hotel bed, “don’t you dare say what i think you’re going to say.”
he perched on the end of his bed across the room, already sliding on his shoes.
you sigh dramatically, standing up to get shoes of your own. you grabbed towels from the bathroom before padding after him through the hall and down the stairs.
mitsuya smiled at you. ugh.
“this is a terrible idea. you’re going to get hypothermia,” you narrowed your eyes.
“shhh,” mitsuya hushed you, quietly opening the back door out to the patio area.
it was freezing. the cold wind blasted through your clothes, numbing you from the inside out.
“it’s cold as fuck!” mitsuya stood in front of the pool, that stupid grin on his stupid face. he promptly pulled down his pants and took off his hoodie. he stood there, watching and waiting for you to follow, his chest pale in the moonlight.
you rolled your eyes, copying him. you shivered.
mitsuya grinned at you, eyes quickly taking over your almost naked body. he turned and jumped, resurfacing above the water with a loud whoop.
you laughed at his joy. you couldn’t help yourself. you jumped in after him.
mitsuya’s arms found you underwater, pulling you up to him. he held you close to him, sharing your giggled breaths. “i didn’t know if you’d jump in.”
“i’m always with you,” you smile softly. “but can we please, go to the hot tub now. there’s literally ice floating in this pool.”
…
“oh my god! your fingers actually turned blue?” luna asked you, her eyes wide.
mitsuya groaned, “yes, and i’ve already apologized a million times.”
“you should dump him,” luna giggled.
“i told you were aren’t like that,” mitsuya said, a little harsher than you expected.
“sorry, big brother,” luna put her hands on her hips, “i forgot you are a total piece of shit who would never be in a relationship because everyone is way better than you.”
mitsuya laughed, “didn’t you get dumped like two weeks ago?”
“fuck off, takashi!” luna screeched, throwing herself at her brother.
mitsuya easily caught her, lifting her up and spinning her around and then putting her in a headlock.
you raised an eyebrow at the two of them, “i love the sibling banter, but i came here to work.”
mitsuya released luna, but not before messing up her hair.
“i picked up some paint that i want to use in the bedroom,” luna said, glaring at her brother. “it’s already in there.”
“i can work on that,” you volunteered, looking for a way to leave them alone.
you walked to the back bedroom, quickly finding the paint and the supplies. you got to work, liking the soothing stroke of the brush.
you were halfway around the room when mitsuya knocked on the door.
“hey,” he smiled, leaning against the door frame.
“hello,” you raised an eyebrow. “aren’t you supposed to be carrying the heavy stuff?”
“i wanted to make sure you weren’t high off paint fumes, yet,” mitsuya gave you his infamous grin.
“nope, not yet.” you smile, “although, this blue color reminds me of something else that was blue…” you wiggled your fingers.
mitsuya narrowed his eyes, quickly walking over to the open paint bucket and pushing his hand inside.
“what are you-“ you screeched, “takashi!”
he laughed while light blue paint dripped down your nose.
you took the roller in you hand and rolled it all up and down his shirt.
“you are such a-“
you ran around the room, grabbing at each other with paint on your hands and in your hair.
mitsuya tackled you, scooping you up over his shoulder. you laughed, rubbing paint all over his back. he sat you down on the ground, both of you shaking with laughter.
you locked eyes with him, willing him closer. he leaned into you, eyes smiling. you could smell his cologne, the soap from the shower he took this morning, the pancake he ate for breakfast. you cupped your hand around his cheek, smiling at him. quickly, you snuck your other hand up, smearing a streak of paint across his forehead.
mitsuya laughed, pushing you up against the wall and finger painting your face. he quickly stopped, catching sight of luna standing in the door way.
“are you sure you’re just friends?” she squinted at you both.
you just laughed.
…
you set the book back on the nightstand and adjust a picture of you and mitsuya smiling at the camera. it’s in a cute frame mitsuya made you when he tried out wood working. you peer out the window. “look at the moon.”
“late night stroll?” mitsuya asks, already pulling you out of bed.
you open your mouth to grumble, but you quickly close it and smile.
you pull on an old pair of sweatpants and slip a sweater over your shirt. your shoes are waiting for you at the door.
“i saw they-who-must-not-be-named at work today,” you grumble as you walk out the door behind mitsuya.
“oh, j-“
“shh! don’t say their name!” you hiss.
mitsuya chuckles, “what did they have to say?”
you roll your eyes, “nothing, just came to act surprised when they saw me even though they knew i worked there.”
“typical.” you walk on the sidewalk beside him, absentmindedly walking around the block.
“just wanted to remind you that i am frequently tormented by your ex,” you bat your lashes at him, “and that i should be rewarded for not brutally wringing their neck in the middle of target.”
mitsuya leans over, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “good job, babe.”
you smile, blushing at your cheap reasoning for a kiss.
mitsuya leans over again, pressing a kiss to your temple, “it’d be okay if you kill them, though.”
you stop walking, turning to him. you beam at him, your smile as big and bright as the moon. “i’ve been waiting my whole life for you to say that.”
he kisses you a third time, this time on your lips, still smiling in time with his.
you pull away smiling, “you’re the one that i want.”
takashi smiles, his forehead against yours, “you’re the only one i’ll ever want.”
you smile at him, “forever?”
“forever,” mitsuya nods.
“i’d marry you right now,” you smile, high off the night. you get an idea and pull him along down the sidewalk.
“where are we going?” mitsuya asks.
“to get married,” you reply, a smile on your lips.
“what do you mean?”
“just trust me,” you say, walking faster and pulling him behind you. you see it and your face lights up. you can’t help but giggle.
“the convenience store?” mitsuya asks, already grinning.
“our convenience store,” you smile. you pull him inside behind you, heading straight for the soda machine. you grab two straws, ripping the straws out and throwing them away. you take the straw paper and twist it and shape it into a ring.
mitsuya quickly understands what you’re doing. “wait, stop, this isn’t… i have a ring for you. it’s in the apartment. it’s shiny and bright just like you love.”
you twist your fingers in his, pressing the paper ring into his palm, “i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings.”
mitsuya takes your face in his hands and kisses you. once, twice, three times because everything is better than alright.
you pull away and slide the paper ring onto his finger, “you’re the one that i want in everything. in picture frames beside my bed, in dirty dreams that keep me sane, in these stupid paper rings. i want to spend every moment with you. i want to drive away with you, i want your dreary monday blues, i want your arms around me. i want you, mitsuya takashi.”
mitsuya slides the ring on your finger, “you’re the one i want. the only one i ever want.”
you kiss him, “what a long night.”
“it’s gonna be alright,” takashi kisses you.
“i’ve waited my whole life,” you press your lips against his, his sweet grin mixing with yours. “i do.”
happy valentine’s day!!! shamelessly reposting my own work because paper rings is the perfect vday song and mitsuya is my forever valentine <3 luv u all!!
IN MODERATION
new relationships have that type of fragility that requires care, patience, restraint, and temperance. and, well…katsuki has never been known to be gentle.
or, katsuki struggles with the thought that he’s being too much, too soon.
2.8k+ | no warnings. now this one i actually like :D i luv writing new beginnings yall 😔 i think theyre so cute. anw. reader alluded to as being smaller than bkg. sorry all i j think he's beeg. like massive :(
“would you quit that?”
katsuki pockets his phone, looking up at kirishima. “quit what?”
“bringin’ out your phone, lookin’ at your texts and putting it back in your pocket every thirty seconds.” kirishima replies, gaze straight ahead, occasionally nodding and smiling politely to passersby who wave hello. “and get that look off your face. you’re scaring these poor people.”
they’ve been patrolling the city since the early afternoon. the sun has set about an hour and a half ago, lights from buildings and streetlamps alike lighting up the city, and in all the hours they’ve been walking around, there hasn’t been anything worth paying attention to. not that he wants a particularly busy and grueling day full of fuckers seeking to wreak havoc, he’s just…antsy. and not in any way connected to his job.
katsuki scoffs. “don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do.” his hand drifts to his back pocket to once again reach for his phone, but he catches himself. “‘sides, the point is to intimidate any asshole who wants to start shit. don’t plan on stretching this shift any longer than it needs to be, nip it in the bud and all that.”
“another date night?” kirishima asks, his tone far too teasing for katsuki’s liking. he knows the redhead’s just as bored as he is, and it’s starting to sound like he found something to amuse himself with.
“no.” he grumbles. it’s the truth. this is one of the nights where you’ve made no plans to see each other.
“ah, that explains it.”
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