bella ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

doing the bathroom tour prank on husband!toji.

Your day was so boring.

You had been scrolling all day on social media, practically rotting on the couch, just trying to find something that might entertain you.

And that's exactly when you stumbled across that new bathroom tour trend. It was so stupidly hilarious that you knew right then and there, your husband was about to become your next victim.

You were sitting on the couch with that suspicious grin on your face all day long, just waiting for him to get inside that bathroom and hear the door click.

You had already been soft-launching the fact that you wanted to make a few changes to the bathroom decoration here and there, which hadn't confused him all that much at the time. “You can do whatever you want, baby,” was his casual reply when you told him you might ask your best friend for some tips.

So the moment that damn door finally clicked shut, you rushed to grab your phone. You whipped the camera on, marching straight down the hall and stumbling into the bathroom like absolutely no one was inside.

Since you were both incredibly comfortable in your relationship, Toji didn't even really react at first; he just briefly looked up at you from the toilet before going right back to scrolling on his own phone. That was until he noticed your phone raised up in your hand, and heard you start talking to the screen as you pointed directly at the wall opposite him.

“I'm thinking of putting a shelf right here... maybe some books on it or something...”

“The fuck?” He muttered, his eyebrows drawing together as he stared at you.

You completely ignored him and turned, pointing toward the wall where he was sitting, intentionally capturing half of his frame on camera. “A little plant might fit perfectly in here... you can give me your opinion later.”

Toji immediately ducked his head down, trying his best to escape the lens. It was so serious to him that he even clicked off his own phone. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He started to grow more irritated as you continued to ignore him, fully committed to your little fake bathroom tour. “Last time you told me a picture here would be good... I'll consider that too...”

Stuck in a rare position of total vulnerability, the only resort he had left was launching whatever was within arm's reach at you so you would leave him alone. He started grabbing towels and the plastic bottles of detergent left on the counter, chucking them your way as he yelled.

“Get the hell outta here!”

He pelted you so relentlessly with rolls of toilet paper that you finally broke character, sprinting out of the bathroom laughing like crazy and slamming the door shut so he could finish his business in peace.

“Send that to anyone and I'll murder you!” his muffled voice screamed from the other side of the door.

“sixeyeyn or rottensatoru? chat are you guys making a ship name? this was worse than last time…” 𓆩♡𓆪

suguru read the chat amused while he looked at the viewership on his stream increasing. why? because rottenyn and sixeyesatoru keep edging their fans on their “situationship” relationship thing that was going on, and the one and only streamer!satoru was there, in suguru’s stream.

suguru initially wanted to do a gameplay, but when he realized that he accidentally invited satoru prior, he realized he might as well profit off this situation his friend finds himself in.

“pay no mind,” streamer!satoru said. “they’ve done that in my tiktok and insta comments too.”

as much as he wanted to deny it and keep it cool in front of the chat, streamer!satoru had to keep his image—despite the fact that he dms you every night. he managed to get your number and play the occasional game pigeon, play some private 1v1 sessions, and even watch a movie on a discord call twice a week…however it would be preferable to do it in person, but you are just so considerate on getting clipped and taking to consideration streamer!satoru’s career. god you really were cool…

after sukuna’s streamer get-together, his feed went on fire due to the camera showing your interaction in the background. it got clipped all over social media and not to mention, people were now starting to pay attention to how satoru even interacts with your posts, always liking it in minutes and commenting “nonchalantly”.

and that…that was the best thing to have come out of the stream.

he didn’t want to admit it, but satoru loved the ship names spammed in the chat and even his fans coming up to him and asking about you. he got approached at a popmart store and clipped. then, his timeline went on fire, why? streamer!satoru said popmart was overrated; but who likes to open popmart figures? streamer!yn.

streamer!satoru couldn’t lie—he found it so funny when his fans asked you about him. because then he would come across clips of the stream on twitter and see how flustered you’d get, then give a response with a cute smile on your face. streamer!satoru loved sending those clips and teasing you.

“lmao he’s so invested in his phone i bet he’s texting yn. yeahhh i think so too.” suguru laughed, invested in the chat more than on his valorant session. “got any ship name ideas? how about sato-y/n? or maybe y/n-toru?”

he frowned. “shut up i’m buying something.” to which suguru leaned over to see. “a zimomo? hmmm interesting. what’dya gotta say about that, chat? personally, i think they’re fugly as shit but i know a certain someone really likes those…”

the ping! of the chat increased linearly, then suguru spoke again. “by the way, our special guest is coming soon. we can play like flee the facility or something.”

“who?” satoru asked, still scrolling on his phone for more trinkets to buy for your next 'unboxing stream'.

“dunno if you know them. but she should be—,” then the doorbell rang. “ah. she’s here.”

“she-?”— “get the door, satoru. i’m busy…”

satoru hummed, thinking that suguru got a streamer!yn of his own (but you’re totally wayyy better) and gasped when he opened the door. he sure as hell didn’t expect you..but he isn't inherently complaining about it either.

“oh! hey satoru!”

satoru froze, pouted, and let you in. “wait what the hell? i didn't know you were coming? why didn’t you text meeee? yn?”

you giggled and kissed his cheek—resulting in his face burning red like a tomato. “sorry toru, i’ll let you know next time. thanks for the sonny angels. i’ll be sure to shout you out next stream—,”

"toru, huh?" suguru’s gaming chair wheeled back and he cleared his throat. “guys, don’t forget that when you’re on stream, people can hear you. yeah. people have ears. get over here and let’s play flee the facility.”

once you and satoru pulled roblox up on your phones, suguru began laughing. you forgot that suguru was showing his screen so when viewers noticed the two matching roblox avatars next to suguru's customized one, the chat's ding-ing became more apparent.

“awh matching avatars? how cute.” he mocked.

it was safe to say that your entire feed went on fire with more possible ship names.

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“streamer! satoru x streamer! yn collab!! please !!" 𓆩♡𓆪

"chat, what the hell are you talking about? rottenyn?" satoru murmured, reading what his chat was sending him as he was streaming his screen, playing penguin heist on steam. he was asking his chat of around 20k viewers to potentially give him ideas on what to play next. rivals? valorant? even league maybe.

streamer! satoru a.k.a. sixeyesatoru was currently the top streamer on kick and twitch, and of course, he hung around his posse of streamer friends like nanaken and cursedsuguru to name a few. he wasn't aware of some "rando" like rottenyn? who the hell was that?

"chat said search her up." suguru snickered, leaning over to hit his vape to which he got smacked in the arm by streamer! satoru—the twitch partner. "chat also said she's been talking about you. ouuuu satoru. i've heard of her, she's chill."

streamer! satoru had his fair share of internet flings and crushes (obviously, it was a joke in his community regarding his type being h/c hair and e/c eyes), but he didn't know what to expect when he searched you up on twitter and instagram.

and no wonder why his chat was going insane with spamming your user... you were exactly his dream girl.

streamer! yn, who streamed herself doing popmart unboxings, occasional commentary on internet stuff and gameplay of the same games he did. she was a rising streamer who had gotten viral on tiktok and instagram. streamer! yn who was exactly his type and was on twitter, clipped saying that streamer! satoru was exactly her type.

"ijbol satoru just malfunctioned. chat shut up." he ended up following her on insta, tiktok, and twitter after the stream and got followed back minutes later—much to the amusement of his fans and yours too.

streamer! satoru, who's been secretly stalking your socials and talking about you to suguru and kento. how you're totally his type and is so talented in valorant and how you're so cool.

"didn't you think she was a rando when chat told you about her?"

"shut up suguru."

streamer! satoru, who got invited to one of streamer!sukuna's multi-streamer collabs and didn't expect for streamer! yn to be there, talking to suguru on one of the couches.

"hey satoru, we were just talking about you!" suguru smiled, standing up and leaving both of you alone. he turned to you, anxiously. you shot him a smile and you looked so cute and you smelled so nice and—was that the sweatshirt you were talking about in a stream of yours?

"i really like your streams! you actually inspired me to start streaming and i'm really happy i'm getting to talk to you!"

streamer! satoru basically internally combusted. he felt as if he would explode right now. "o-oh wow! i'm honored..."

"wanna collab sometime?" - "wanna go out sometime?"

you both blinked at each other, with your face burning and his twisting into a look of horror, all the while, the other streamers like ryokuna, nanaken, and tojilifts were just observing the unfortunately awkward situation you two were in.

"sure!"

"i am so sorry!"

the both of you could only hope that your blushing and awkward face didn't get clipped for the timeline later... but of course it did.

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Bakugo sat at the kitchen table like he did every morning, eating his six eggs and drinking his coffee with the news playing silently on the TV. He didn’t want to wake you, of course. This morning, though, he ate with a deep frown and muttered curses under his breath.

He had already rewatched the scene on the TV three times. This time, he turned the volume up slightly.

“Thanks to their perfect teamwork, this rescue was completed quickly and efficiently. Cellophane and y/h/n have our respect,” said the commentator.

The news channel showed a clip of the rescue, then another—his old classmate Sero wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you both up onto a platform with his tape.

Bakugo sat with one hand clenched into a fist, knuckles white, and his phone in the other to opened Twitter. (As if he wanted to make himself even angrier).

"五条 悟 ✶ GOJO SATORU," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙　wait, who's gojos girlfriend? The quiet girl at the back of the classroom?　૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა　artist credits: official jjk art　reblog / like 2 support　 ⃘໋ׅ♡　𝑤.𝑐: 1.3k ⁀ ˳ ⟡

♡⏝　⸝⸝　　𝓦ARNINGS ˖　 ❝　　sfw　fluff　crack　she/her pronouns　nanami, haibara, suguru & shoko cameo　reader is quiet & introverted　shy-ish!reader　popular boy!gojo　2006 timeline　reader & gojo are like 17　reader obvi isn't loud and won't appeal to everyone　only tooth rotting fluff　canon compliant au　before hidden inventory / premature death　2nd person perspective　❞

── #⃝ MINA'S NOTES ( 💬 )　literally me and gojo bro　masterlist <3

GOJO SATORU was the it boy of popular boys in the 2000s. 

There's fan pages of him online, teenage girls and boys take pictures with him in the street asking "can I punk my friends and tell them you're my boyfriend?" and how could he say no and stop people from experiencing the awesomeness that is Satoru Gojo. His flip phone is usually set to silent or vibration only, since he often took pictures of himself and uploaded them to Mixi and Nico Niico Douga under his "digimoncutiez639" persona. Blurry photos taken in the Shinjuku nightlife, mostly ones he had forced suguru and shoko to take for him.

junmasamoto4199: "digimoncutiez639 is meccha kakkoii! >_<" Xx_Imblue_xX: "That boy is chou sekushii" tempura2: "*gyaa gyaa . . . i wish he waz my bf  (╥﹏╥)"

The last comment was one he seemed to get a lot, and he didn't exactly reject any of his dedicated fan girls and fan boys, never replying to comments unless the asked for where his outfit was from. He didn't avoid telling people that he was dating you, per say, it was more that… people reacted differently. Almost as if he was lying to them. 

bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him

“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”

you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.

“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.

the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.

“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”

you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.

ask and you shall receive (i really hope you like it!!)

⋆˚꩜｡ unexpected family man

KATSUKI X FEM!READER

synopsis: who knew it would take a daughter to turn him into a softie

❦ tags: girl dad!katsuki, fluff, katsuki is a good father, some swearing, reader and katsuki are married

“Oi. That’s not food, shithead,” Katsuki murmurs roughly, but without any real bite in his tone. He’s using what you’ve recently started calling his ‘Kazue’s voice’— aka the voice he strictly uses when he’s talking with your daughter. It’s not exactly sweet or mellow— after all, it’s still Katsuki you’re talking about— but it’s softer, with a little tilt in the end that betrays the fondness lacing his every word.

The two of them are on the playing mat in your living room, while you supervise from the couch. Kazue is sitting down cross legged, her blonde hair— the exact same shade as her father’s— put up in two pigtails as she fiddles with the toys sprawled all around her. Katsuki is lying on his stomach beside her, only wearing a pair of sweatpants to fight the summer heat— you told him multiple times to turn the AC on, but he refuses to do so when Kazue’s in the room.

He’s not doing much, simply watching over her as she plays on her own, with his cheek resting on his arm. Sometimes she looks at him or hands him a toy and he’s quick to participate in her play pretend. Even if he’ll huff and complain about it, there’s no mistaking the uplifting of his lips every time he realises his daughter is looking for him. Affection mixed with pride twirl in his eyes, making him look more like a regular father rather than the fierce hero kicking villains’ asses for a living.

You raise your head from your book just in time to see him prying a doll from Kazue’s little fist, which earns him a disappointed whine in return and an undecipherable babble that oddly sounds like some sort of scolding. Kazue’s still too little to articulate properly— as of now, her dictionary only consists of Mama, Dada and another bunch of simple words to express her immediate needs— but with the way her nose turns up and her small lips tug into a frown, it’s easy to sense her disapproval.

“Foo!”

“Nice try. You ate an hour ago, brat,” Katsuki snorts, lightly poking her forehead with his finger. It makes Kazue babble some more, but now there’s a gummy smile on her face as she throws herself at him. Katsuki groans at the impact, but brings his arm around her regardless, steadying her as she lies down on his bare chest.

You shake your head in fond exasperation, barely resisting the urge to smile at the adorable sight. “You have to stop calling her a shithead,” you reprimand him softly. “She’ll latch onto it eventually.”

“But she is a shithead.” Katsuki smirks and casts you a look from over Kazue’s head. “Just like her mother.”

You flip him off, which only makes him laugh in response. Your annoyance, however, dies down the moment Katsuki turns his attention back towards your daughter, now all up in his face and patting his cheek with her tiny hand. You see his eyes soften and his smirk fading into a gentler smile, one you had only seen reserved for you before. He leans his head up, pretending to bite at Kazue’s fingers and making her shriek.

This time, there’s nothing stopping the smile from blooming on your lips. Seeing the two of them together like this always makes your heart feel so full and so grateful for what you have.

Without realising, your eyes drift to Katsuki’s ribs, where black ink swirls on ivory skin in the form of your daughter’s name. He had always been iffy about tattoos (“Why would I purposely stain my body? You know how hard I worked for it?”), but there had been no hesitation when he booked the appointment, barely a month after Kazue was born.

(He was also the one who chose the name. After months of researches, of testing names that, for one reason or another, never seemed to stick, it all fell into place one night, as you were lying in bed next to each other. You were on the verge of falling asleep when you felt him shift, his arm draping over your waist and his palm resting on your bump. “What about Kazue?” He had asked, his voice low against your ear. At your questioning hum, he went on. “For the kid. It means blessing or some shit like that. Corny as fuck, but it seems fitting.”

Despite him trying to brush it off, you heard it in his tone— just how much he meant those words. It would still take months for you to meet your daughter, but there was no doubt he was already in love with her.)

“Dada, no!” Kazue protests, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. She narrows her eyes at her father— not looking intimidating in the slightest with her chubby cheeks all puffed out and rosy.

“You’re the one slapping my face, brat. I can’t even defend myself now?” Katsuki retorts, in a feigned offended tone.

You breathe out a laugh, placing a bookmark in between the pages of your book before pushing it aside. The sound seems to catch Kazue’s attention, because it only takes her a second to turn around and make grabby hands at you. “Mama…”

You hum softly. “What, sweetie? Is Dada being mean again?”

“Oi, who the fuck are you calling mean?” Katsuki scoffs, while Kazue nods her head, smiling at her father’s expense. Katsuki sighs in defeat, but when his eyes meet yours, he flashes you one real, genuine smile. His free hand pats the spot beside him, urging you to get up and join them on the floor.

Kirishima is your friend group’s designated boyfriend.

He’s the only man unanimously approved to hang out with the girls without question. Not because he demands it, but because everyone trusts him completely. He naturally falls into the role of protector when he’s out with you and your friends. Casually stepping closer whenever a weird guy gets too comfortable at the bar or club. Most of the time, he doesn’t even have to say anything. One look at his height, his broad shoulders, and his calm-but-unmoving presence is enough to make them back off.

He’s also the boyfriend you call when the night is over. When heels hurt, makeup is smudged, and everyone’s tired and giggly, Kirishima is already on the way. He makes sure no one gets left behind, driving you all home safely—or back to your shared apartment, where air mattresses and extra blankets are already laid out for a big, hungover sleepover. He removes your makeup and manoeuvres you into some pyjamas before he cuddles a drunken you to sleep. There’s always water, painkillers, and a loose plan for breakfast in the morning.

When your friend’s car became undriveable from a blown tire, she didn’t even hesitate. She called your boyfriend, Kirishima; panicked, but certain he’d know exactly what to do. Thirty minutes later, he showed up with a jack and a calm smile, rolling up his sleeves as if he’d done this a hundred times.

“I learned how to do it for y/n,” he said, tightening the bolts. “You never know when she might be in trouble.”

That’s just how he is.

Your friends compare every man they meet to him; whether it’s fair or not.

“He didn’t bring me home.”

“Kirishima would’ve checked if I got back safe.”

“He didn’t even offer to help.”

“Y/n said the first date felt magical…suggesting fast food is not magical.”

They groan dramatically.

Your friends say it all the time:

- “I’m waiting for my Kirishima to come along.”

- “Sorry, my standards were raised by Kirishima.”

- “y/n and Kirishima are basically our parents.”

IN WHICH you and your ex boyfriend get partnered up for a statistics project

includes k. bakugou

cw: college au, kys jokes, arguing, cursing, bakugou does not have it in him to be mean to u.... crickets, might be ooc i havent wrote for him in 4-ish years, for his bday so its a little rushed..

`ঔঌ. if there’s something you regret about volunteering to teach at the academy, it’s telling your students about your crush on firelord!zuko

well… you didn’t outright tell them. they simply figured.

as a part of the advising staff at the palace and someone with skill in bending, you volunteered to help out and teach at the academy. however, due to your affiliation with the palace and simply because the academy helped with the military, it was only natural for the fire lord to occasionally pay a visit while the others were set to recess.

and when he would pay said visits, of course he would chat with you… for a decent period of time that would make eyebrows raise from people passing by.

the girls you helped train knew you grew up alongside the fire lord since your father was an advisor, so naturally they came to their own assumption. you’d also—on occasion—mention things of your childhood, and how you and zuko would help each other out with firebending, to encourage teamwork.

turns out the only thing that encouraged, was more questioning over your relationship to the fire lord.

“you have a new brooch, instructor… quite nice.” a student remarked, examining the back of your head where the brooch a certain fire lord have gifted you, held your hair together.

“thank you… it was a gift from a close friend of mine.”

“so the fire lord… he gives you quite the amount of gifts, instructor.”

you laughed awkwardly. “i guess so…”

and it was true, and something that has been bothering you. well—not bothering, so to speak, rather something that’s been on your mind.

zuko has been much more… clingy? attached to you? sure, you worked alongside your father in advising, but recently he’s been more generous with giving you things. he’s gotten you over 20 pieces of jewelry and has treated you out to dinner 10 times in the past month.

usually, you’d feel grateful and think nothing of it… except for the fact that the council is currently working on getting zuko a betrothed. a partner to be alongside him.

they want zuko to get married… and here he is, buying you things and treating you out… almost like he’s courting you?

and of course with no other girl friends to tell (since they’re all busy), you’ve accidentally let it slip to the girls you teach… with an alias. lee.

so not only would you mention how you grew up with the fire lord, but you’d also talk about lee. and how both of them give you gifts! (it was beginning to be such a mess, you didn’t even know how to differentiate your white lie).

and of course you’ve talked all about how lee is so handsome. how yeah, he’s a bit of a hothead (no pun intended) and dramatic sometimes, but how he’s so kind. how he’s so pretty too… and how you sorta, maybe, kinda wished he’d look your way.

“so are you two datinggg?” one chirped out, drawing out ‘dating’ to elicit a reaction from you.

your eyebrows furrowed; you were in the middle of teaching the girls when they began with their questions.

“dating who?” “the fire lord, silly!”

and that’s when your expression dropped. “what?”

“or are you two engaged?” “is this a unrequited love?” “are you two childhood sweethearts?” “what’s lee gonna say about this? ouuuu!”

“unless… lee’s the fire lord!” oh good god…

one of them tilted their head to the side, looking behind you. “yeah, i can see why he drives you crazy. he’s quite cute in person.”

“who drives who crazy?” you felt your body freeze and turned slowly, to see zuko. there he was in all his glory, towering behind you with his arms crossed and an amused and surprised inkling of a smile on his face.

“o-oh! my lord! what brings you here so early?”

“hello, instructor. i just wanted to pass by as i was on my way to speak to the headmaster… how’s training today? is that what’s driving you crazy?”

and before you could even turn around to probably scold your students, they left running and giggling.

“they’re… uh— proficient.”

he hummed. “proficient… i see. well, i suppose you’ll have to tell me more about this during dinner, y/n. unless you do not want to join me. i’d be quite sad if you didn’t.”

you blinked. “oh! of course!”

he smiled teasingly. “you have to tell me more about this… person who drives you crazy.”

seriously… if there’s anything you regret about volunteering to teach at the academy, it’s insinuating to your students about your crush on the fire lord.

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request made here !!

sukuna smelt it before he heard it. the sweet smell of cookies filled his nose, as well as his taste buds. then he heard it. the soft munching coming from behind him.

at this point he was wide awake, the familiar scent filling the bedroom making it impossible for him to ignore whatever was happening next to him.

he rolled over, blanket covering up to his neck as he kept his head on the pillow, pink hair sprawled across it.

then he saw you. back against the headboard, blanket covering only up to your knees, letting him see you swallowed by his shirt, along with your bare thighs in the dark. only they weren’t exactly bare.

sitting atop your thighs was a box of sugar cookies, first row already gone as you stuffed the last one into our mouth, looking off into the darkness of the room.

sukuna was just staring at you, eyes threatening to close as he fought off sleep.

you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend next to you drilling holes in the side of your head as you reached for the fourth cookie in the second row.

“ahem.” sukuna cleared his throat, hoping to get to you notice him and give some sort of explanation on what you were doing eating cookies in the middle of the night.

you slowly turn your head to him, eyes locked on the dark corner of the room as you zoned out, grabbing another cookie from the box.

sukuna quickly shoot his hand up, covering your mouth before you could shove it in. your eyes snapped to him, finally looking at him.

“woman. what the fuck are you doing?”

you pushed his hand away, crumbs getting on his fingers as you mumbled about how hungry you were before taking a bite out of the cookie.

“you’re hungry?” sukuna shifted a little, leaning over your legs to squint at the clock on your bedside table. “baby, it’s 2 in the morning. why’re you eating cookies at 2 in the morning?”

you could only shrug your shoulders, nudging the half eaten cookie towards sukuna’s mouth.

sukuna let out a loud sigh, obviously not happy with your lack of response. he still opened his mouth though, waiting for you to feed him the cookie.

you finally cracked a smile, staring down at your boyfriend who was now shoving himself onto your thigh, hair brushing the edge of the box before mumbling “make sure you go to sleep soon.” into the plush of your thigh, sleep laced in his voice as he scooted himself closer towards you.

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+ (suggestiveness), #1 pro-hero!teasing!ex!izuku, fem!pro-hero!bratty!no nonsense!reader, established relationship, fluffy, flirting, terms of endearment, banter

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: blow him up. now

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: calling your (annoying) crush (ex-boyfriend) and asking him out on a date for $100

ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 700~

“excuse me, miss?”

oh god— paparazzi? how was this even possible? you were in civilian clothes, your hair was styled completely differently than usual— was this some sort of stalker? you swear, you were gonna—

“if i gave you one hundred dollars, would you call up your crush right now and ask them out on a date?”

your eyes flick over to the small mic in his hand, then to the guy trailing behind him with an iphone camera. oh. a tiktoker. you had seen a couple of these videos before. your gaze returns back to their faces— blank, unrecognizing. did they really not know who you were? huh. fall out of the top ten for one season and suddenly you’re taking the cold plunge into obscurity...

you clear your throat, fighting back a smirk.

“my crush?” you echo, a soft laugh slipping out. you fish out your phone from your pocket, teeth catching your lower lip as you thought the proposition over. “it’s my ex, though, so…”

“ah, really?” the guy laughs with you, “why’d y’all break up? you guys on good terms?”

“we’re good,” you explain cooly. “we just work a lot... makes a relationship… difficult.”

your fingers move languidly over your screen, already bracing yourself for how unbearably smug izuku was going to be about this.

“i don’t even know if he’s going to pick up right now…”

*♪♫♪*

“deku speaking.”

husband!sukuna: since baby!yuji started walking

sukuna has had no personal space.

currently he’s waking up to a pink haired blob tapping his face.

“hiiiiiii” his one year old speaks, chubby cheeks pulled into a smile.

sukuna groans swatting yuji off of his face.

yuji just giggles rolling over to do the same to you.

pat.pat.pat.

“mamamamama” you wake to your sons incessant babbling.

you smile up at him through slitted eyes still filled with sleep.

sukuna rips your son off of you only holding him by his back collar in the air.

“it’s too early for this” he grimaces at yuji.

yuji just kicks his legs smiling and clapping at his achievement of rousing the both of you.

you tut at sukuna for handling your baby like a parcel and grab yuji bringing him into your arms.

“how did you get here baby?” you question.

yuji being at that stage where toddlers converse yet make no sense rambles on about his secret heist of sneaking in here.

“yeah yeah gonna bite our ears off this kid” your husband rolls his eyes laying back down on his stomach.

yuji crawls out of your lap and climbs onto sukuna’s back patting his face harder than before.

almost smacking it.

you hold back a chuckle behind your hand.

sukuna narrows his eyes at you dramatically pouty and then in a few motions he’s got baby yuji beneath him.

your husband with his strong tattooed arms starts play fighting with his son and blowing raspberries onto his stomach muttering dangerously,

“you want a fight tough guy?”

yuji erupts into giggles shooting his arms and legs back up as if truly in a wrestling match.

you smile glancing away to look at the time.

6.00 am.

sigh this kid does not rest.

firefly; overdosing on that dad!kuna pill ❀ུ͏  

In which you jump out of a moving car to spite Boyfriend!Sukuna

“—because he was just making conversation!”

Sukuna scoffs, knuckles turning white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. “Bullshit. That guy wanted to fuck you.”

“Oh my god. So what!” you yell. “It’s not like I was gonna fucking let him!”

“Coulda fooled me.”

Just like that, your angry face, which matches his, warps into one of calm decision. With speed he doesn’t see coming, you unbuckle your seatbelt, push open the passenger door and jump out of the moving car into the dead of night.

The car screeches to a halt not even a second later. 

You’re pushing yourself up and testing the soreness in your ankle when a car door slams shut and Sukuna comes marching over to you. “You crazy, fucking bitch!” he snaps. Sukuna grabs your face, growling when you try to pull away. He inspects every inch of you, brows furrowed, and piercings glinting under the streetlights. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“I got a bitch ass boyfriend, that’s what’s wrong with me,” you grumble.

He ignores that. “You break anything? Wrist? Ankle? Dislocated your shoulder?” You shake your head. “Well, that’s a fucking shame.” Though as he says that, he can’t quite hide the tremors in his hands. Quieter now, he mutters with a tight frown, “Scratched your pretty face up. Fuck. Lost your one redeeming quality.”

“Okay, so I’m gonna walk home,” you say, deadpan. “I’ll see you around, asshole.” 

Sukuna runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated noise. Then he smacks his lips against yours before you can actually start walking away (not that he’d let you get very far). “Alright, alright. You fucking win. Congrats. Christ. Get back in the car — we’re going to the hospital to get you checked out. Fucking dumbass.”

A hospital visit later, you’re in bed with him, cuddled up like nothing happened. It’s how arguments with him tend to go; neither of you really hold grudges against each other. Not when you’ve fucked any grievances out after. The last mention of today’s incident, however, comes in his sleepy mumble against the top of your head: “push me out instead.”

“Hmm?”

Sukuna’s hold around your body tightens, threatening to suffocate you with his hard chest. “Don’t jump out of the car. It’s stupid. Your body’s weak. Skin bruises easily. Cuts easily too. Just kick me out instead. I deserve it, I know... bonus points if it's into oncoming traffic.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Thank you, baby.”

content. smau. profanity & sarcasm. fluff. getting together. crack. mention of drinking + hangovers + getting blackout drunk. don’t pay attention to the picture - pretend it’s you and bkg lol. kirimina. bakugou katsuki is Chalant and i will Die on that hill. also literally do not pay attention to the time stamps, i’m sure some of the are fucked up and wrong (it’s midnight and i’m exhausted).

content. mention of drinking + clubbing + hangovers. awkwardness. katsuki is Not nonchalant. katsuki calls mina an “alchie” as a joke. <- | SERIES MASTERLIST / GEN MASTERLIST | ->