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“Get over here,” Bakugou said, glaring at you from across the bed. You had nearly scooched towards the edge of the mattress, dangerously close to falling off.

“You’re like a heater…” you whined. “No more cuddling for one night. Please?”

“WHAT?!” Bakugou looked like you told him to go jump off of a cliff. “The heat is not that bad! Just get over here!”

“No…” 

You turned your back to him, hoping for a peaceful night’s rest. Oh how wrong you were. 

Bakugou shuffled over to your side of the bed, muttering complaints as he finally reached your back. 

He shook your shoulder gently. “Cuddle me.”

“Katsuki… no…”

Bakugou sighed. 

“…Please?” His tone was surprisingly vulnerable. “If I take my shirt off, will that help? Just don’t wanna sleep alone without ya…”

You groaned cutely. “Fine, fine.” 

He whipped off his shirt and you rolled into his strong arms. He exhaled contentedly, his face digging into your hair for comfort. 

“This wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bakugou asked, his smile pressing into your head. 

“If I die from overheating, it’s your fault. Remember that, sweetie.”

“I will, babe.”

secret bf!bakugo katsuki fluff⋆｡°✩

“Did you get a new perfume?”

Mina exclaims after giving you a hug, going back in closer to your neck to take a big inhale. “Huh?” You clock your head to the side, pulling away and plopping onto the couch in the common room next to Ochaco.

“I can swear i’ve smelled that before.” Mina crosses her hands in front of her, narrowing her eyes at you. “What—No? I haven’t changed my pef—“ You chuckle nervously. You knew you shouldn’t have cuddled him right before this, he always gets his sweat on you and consecutively, you smell just like him.

“Oh my god! I know this smell! You—“ Mina says, pointing an accusatory finger at you, voice loud enough to catch the attention of Bakugo’s squad who are all the way across the huge space.

“You smell like Bakugo!”

Noise stops, heads snap, a moment later gasps ensue.

“You totally do! You smell like caramel!” Mina keeps pointing at you dramatically, footsteps of the boys are heard before they enter your view, all ready to join the chaos.

“You know, you’re right. I got new perfume. It’s in my room.” It’s so not in your room because you never bought new perfume. Ochaco leans in close too, “No, no, Mina’s right! You do smell like Bakugo!” She exclaims too.

“I do not—” You don’t even get to defend yourself.

“Hah! I knew you were dating him! He‘a a hundred times calmer when you’re around!” Denki interrupts you, throwing his hands up. “Denki, you owe me 10 bucks!” Kirishima laughs.

“I am not dating Kats—Bakugo.” Your voice carries over the chorus of conversation, leaning against the back of the couch. Before anyone can say anything else, you feel warm lips press against your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin.

“You were saying?” Katsuki murmurs against your neck as your roll your eyes. You throw him a glare over your shoulder, Katsuki takes the chance to press a peck to your lips as your classmates around you lose their minds.

he agreed to keep it a secret but he can’t have his girl denying being his in public 😏

Bakugo sincerely believes his mother loves you more than she loves him. The way she dotes on you, softens around you, and asks about you every time he visits alone is proof enough in his eyes. He never complains though, secretly, he likes how close the two of you are, even if he’d never admit it.

The day after you said 'yes' to his proposal, he decided to tell his parents. He drove to their house with you in the passenger seat, barely able to contain your happiness, while his handsome face held that familiar scowl meant to disguise his own excitement.

His mom and dad welcomed you warmly, just as they always did, ushering you inside while asking how you’d been.

And soon…

_ "WHAT? You actually proposed?! So you two are getting married?" Mitsuki blurted out excitedly, clasping her hands together as she looked between you and him.

_ "Why’re you yelling, old hag?!” Katsuki snapped back a little more furiously than necessary, his cheeks turning red. “Yeah, I did. What’s it to you?!"

_ "Because you’re an idiot, and I’m shocked someone put up with your attitude long enough to say yes!"

_ "Don’t call me that, damn it!"

_ "I’ll call you whatever I want, you brat! And you’d better treat her right, or I swear I’ll kick your ass!"

_ "Like hell I wouldn’t! I’ll treat her like a damn princess!"

_ "Good! That’s what I like to hear! And I want grandkids before I hit fifty!"

_ "That’s not up to you, hag!"

They went at it for several minutes, loud arguments mixed with even louder congratulations, while you and Masaru sat there quietly, smiling at your loved ones.

_ "They'll calm down soon," Masaru whispered to you, a gentle smile on his face, "would you like something to drink while we wait?"

You nodded your head, giggling softly. "That would be great, thank you."

Your foreheads meet a little awkwardly, not the seamless, cinematic press people imagine, but a careful alignment that take a second to find. Your nose nudge his on the way in, soft and clumsy, and neither of you pull back far enough to fix it. Your breaths overlap immediately—too warm, too loud, each inhale feels against the other’s upper lip, a shared rhythm that refuses to settle. This close, vision becomes useless; his features blurs into color and shadow, your lashes just a dark flicker at the edge of his sight.

it started randomly, one day while he was doing nothing in particular, you just tackled him out of nowhere.

from behind, a shitty move, but it brought him to the ground. and part of him knew it was you — yet his competitive ass didn't care if he was dating you or not.

he easily flipped you over, pinning you down. "i won," he spoke, leaning down so he was in your face, smirking.

he watched your lips purse in thought, before you leaned up and pecked his lips.

"cute, but i still won," he hummed, though his gaze softened slightly.

you let out a small hum, leaning up to press your lips together once more, and his hand traveled to cup your face, angling it so your lips slotted together just right.

and when your now free hand came up to deliberately bring the wrestling on your side, his hand left your face, catching you by the wrist. though he didn't pull away as he brought your wrist back down to your side.

it depends on the day but sometimes it's a tap, or just a shove. if it irritates you or not, he won't stop unless you directly confront him.

he does it sparingly, however. only if he's passing by, not if he's coming towards you.

he just really dotes on your face slash head, though. he'll tap your forehead whenever you're not getting it, boop your nose with a shit-eating grin, grab your attention by poking the back of your head.

he'll rest his chin on the top of your head when he's tired ( preferring it over your shoulder most days ), kiss the top of your head whenever he's saying goodbye, place his hand on the top of your head and turn you to face him so he can kiss you.

Bakugo Katsuki has a secret girlfriend! ★﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚

The common room of the Heights Alliance dorms was usually a sanctuary of peaceful noise—Kaminari playing video games, Mina complaining about her skincare routine, and Sero attempting to balance a water bottle on his foot.

Today, however, the atmosphere was thick with paranoia.

Kaminari leaned over the back of the used sofa, his eyes narrowed as he stared across the room. Bakugo was sitting at the kitchen island, quietly eating a bowl of spicy curry. He didn’t even blow up the microwave.

It was weird.

"Okay, nobody move," Kaminari whispered, clutching a bag of chips like it was a shield. "Look at him. He’s been eating like that for three days straight. Do you think a villain put a quirk on him? Is he a clone? He’s gotta be a clone."

"He’s not a clone dude," Kirishima muttered, crossing his arms with a deeply furrowed brow. "A clone would still have some fighting spirit. Yesterday, I asked him to spot me in the gym, and you know what he said?"

"What?" Mina breathed, leaning in closer.

"'Take your time, Kirishima, safety first.'"

A collective, horrified gasp echoed through the group.

"He called you by your name, and gave you safety advice?" Sero whispered, looking pale. "He’s been replaced by an alien pod like those movies. We gotta do something. But who’s the one person who always knows what’s going on with Bakugo, no matter how much they try to avoid each other?"

Four pairs of eyes snapped simultaneously toward the common room door, where a green-haired boy was quietly trying to sneak toward the elevators clutching a notebook.

"Midoriya!" Mina sang out, materializing in front of him with a bright smile.

Midoriya jumped three feet into the air. "Mina! Hi! I was just—homework! Dorm room!"

"Midoriya, my dude," Kirishima said, stepping in from the other side with a hand heavy on the green-haired boy's shoulder. "We need to talk about Kacchan."

Izuku immediately started sweating profusely, his hands fluttering nervously. "K-Kacchan? Oh, Kacchan’s fine! Totally fine! Haha! Why wouldn't he be fine?"

"He’s acting super weird man," Sero said, his voice deadly serious. "He didn't yell at me when I tripped and spilled iced tea on his shoes this morning. He just sighed, sighed, Midoriya, and gave me a napkin."

Izuku let out a high-pitched sound and looked away, his eyes darting frantically toward the exit. "Well, you know! People change! Personal growth! High school is a journey of self-reflection! And after what what happened last year—"

"You're lying," Kaminari pointed out, jabbing a finger at him. "Your face is doing that twitchy thing it does when All Might says something cool. Spill it, bro. What does he know? Is he dying? Does he have a secret terminal illness?"

"No! He’s not dying!" Izuku blurted out, waving his hands wildly. "He’s just... you know... occupied! With things! Personal, totally normal human things that do not involve me leaking his personal business because he threatened to blast me into the stratosphere if I said a single word to anyone!"

Mina gasped, her eyes turning into literal sparkling stars. "He’s hiding something! There’s a girl, isn't there?"

Izuku clamped both hands over his mouth, his eyes wide as saucers. The silence that followed was confirmation enough.

"Oh my god," Sero whispered. “The impossible has come.”

—

"Alright, listen up team," Mina whispered fiercely, crouching behind a potted plant in the second-floor hallway. "We track him. We find out who he’s meeting up with, and we force it out of him."

"Is this really necessary?" Kirishima hissed back, though he was currently wearing a ridiculously oversized trench coat and fake Groucho Marx glasses that kept sliding down his nose. "It feels like a major invasion of privacy."

"Kiri, he smiled at a text message yesterday," Kaminari whispered from beneath a cardboard box labeled Totally Normal Furniture. "A smiling Bakugo is a threat to national security. We are doing this for world peace. Maybe he’s under some kinda quirk."

Kirishima grumbled back and was suddenly pushed when Kaminari hid back into his box.

Down the hall, Bakugo’s door clicked open. He stepped out dressed in a surprisingly neat black button-down and dark jeans, checking his phone with a look of mild, sickening fondness before walking down the stairs toward the main entrance.

"He’s moving!" Sero hissed. "Move, move, move!"

The clumsy procession of heroes-in-training crept down the stairs, ducking behind couches, pillars, and in Sero’s case, an unfortunate attempt to blend in with a vending machine.

They followed him all the way off campus, trailing him through the shopping district until he finally stopped outside a quiet, café near the train station. The squad crammed themselves into a narrow alleyway across the street, peering through a gap between a dumpster and a lamppost.

"Okay, who’s he meeting? An old middle school friend? A villain informant?" Kaminari squinted. "Wait. Is that..."

Through the café window, Bakugo walked up to a corner booth. Standing up to greet him was a girl with an easygoing grin, wearing the distinct dark uniform jacket of Shiketsu High School.

"Shiketsu?" Sero whispered, his jaw dropping. "He’s dating a Shiketsu student? Shit that’s like... Romeo and Juliet? The UA-Shiketsu rivalry is legendary!"

Inside the café, Bakugo didn't yell at her. In fact, to the absolute shock of the hidden UA students, he pulled out the chair for her, sat down, and actually—actually—rolled his eyes with a fond little smirk before leaning across the table to say something.

"Look at him," Mina whispered, clutching her chest with dramatic emotion. "He’s acting so normal, like a soft little marshmallow."

"Don't let him hear you say that or he’ll murder us all," Kirishima muttered, still adjusting his ridiculous disguise.

Suddenly, a loud clatter echoed through the alley. Kaminari, trying to get a better angle on the window, had tripped over an empty soda can.

The can bounced noisily across the pavement, right out of the alley and into the open street.

Inside the café, Bakugo’s head snapped toward the window with. His eyes locked instantly onto the gap between the dumpster and the lamppost, where four very guilty, poorly disguised UA students were standing like deer in headlights.

Bakugo’s eye twitched. A tiny spark of orange flame popped against his palm.

"He saw us! Abort mission!" Sero yelled.

"Fuck! Run for your lives!" Kaminari shrieked.

As the Bakusquad scrambled backward down the street in a cloud of panic, Bakugo slammed his hands down on the café table, completely terrifying his girlfriend, and shouted out the window at the top of his lungs:

"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU IDIOTS DON'T GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, I'LL BLAST YOU ALL TO THE MOON!"

"Well," Mina panted as they sprinted around the corner, laughing uncontrollably. "At least he’s totally back to normal."

—

"What was that about" You asked, sipping on a smoothie.

“mr.dynamight, any plans after this patrol is over?!”

he glares at the camera, shoving the lens right out of his face. “tsk—! fuck off, you money hungry extras! it’s none of your—”

the blonde pauses mid-rant, catching everyone off guard as he suddenly leans down.

“—actually, give me this crap!”

he grabs ahold of the no doubt expensive ass camera, essentially blogging on national television in an unfaltering angle zoomed right into his nostrils.

“i know yur’ ass is watching this, y/n, so answer your god damn phone already!!” he shouts, unknowingly becoming a worldwide meme the literal next day.

everyone’s jaws drop as the cameraman scrambles to catch the equipment bakugo tossed back like nothing.

“mr.dynamight, please elaborate! who is this y/n you speak of?!” they exclaim, mics quickly shoved into his face as the paparazzi lights began flashing for the latest hero gossip in town.

“hah?” he scoffs back, frowning like the answer is completely obvious—and like their the idiots for even asking such a thing. “my wife.”

𓏲𝄢 𝗌𝗎𝗆. who said spider-man was smart? yeah, they can dodge bullets and save the city without breaking a sweat, but the second it comes to you, their brains completely turn off... but they really do mean well.

𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒──stupid things the boys have done, and spider-man is always at the crime scene, one way or another.

𝖼𝗐. ( 🩹 ) ot5!cortis spider-man!cortis college!au 257O words a lot of property damage they're kinda dumb it's fine ♡

JAMES

there's a loud thud against your bedroom window.

you don't even look up from your laptop at first because you already know who it is. sure enough, when you pull back the blinds, james is hanging upside down from the glass in his full spider-suit. he's holding a greasy brown paper bag in one hand and a giant bouquet of pink flowers in the other.

you slide the window open, and he immediately swings himself inside, landing on his feet with a soft thump. he pulls his mask up past his nose, leaving his mouth free, and gives you a huge, proud grin.

a little too proud.

"happy anniversary, baby!" he says, holding out the flowers and the food. "i got the noodles you like from that place downtown. i almost dropped them twice dodging a bird, but we made it."

you look at the flowers, then down at your oversized t-shirt and grey sweatpants, and then at the screen of your laptop that's currently open to a thirty-page history PDF.

you wince. you hate the conversation you're about to have.

٠࣪⭑ synopsis: in which you reveal your celebrity crush to your boyfriend

٠࣪⭑ f!reader x ot5 cortis SMAU, fluff

🪷 𓈒 insta stories with juhoon

bfrnd!juhoon fluff smau est. rlsnshp 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑒

LIKE◞ ‿ ◟REBLOG

🦢 i dont really want to compromise our friendship, but i got a thing for you, yeah,, friend!juhoon x f!reader, friends that kiss, making out, clingy juhoon, juhoons tipsy, lowercase intended, profanity, fluff, neck kisses (once), 2k~

syn: your friend juhoon just cant stop kissing you. news flash! you dont want him to stop. the lines dont have to blur, right? you guys are going to stay friends, right?

listen to: lowkey by rochelle jordan

james was halfway off the couch, arguing with martin about something neither of them seemed especially invested in proving. seonghyeon had surrendered entirely to scrolling through his phone, occasionally contributing a sentence just often enough to keep james from claiming victory by default. iroha had curled herself into the corner cushion beneath a throw blanket she'd stolen from somewhere after complaining about how loud the party was, and keonho was in the kitchen, quietly rescuing another round of drinks before someone inevitably dropped one.

you sat somewhere in the middle of it, one cross legged, listening more than speaking. the conversation moved around you the way it always did with this group—overlapping, interrupting itself, picking up threads from half an hour ago without anyone needing to explain how they'd gotten there.

juhoon stepped inside carrying a plastic convenience store bag, the green glass bottles inside knocking gently against one another as he crossed the room. his cheeks were faintly pink beneath the warm apartment lights, the flush high enough to suggest someone had already convinced him to drink before he got here. not drunk. just ‘tipsy’.

he dropped the bag onto the coffee table. "i brought more."

james let out an approving noise. "finally."

a few hands immediately reached for the bottles.

juhoon didn't. instead, he looked at you. you noticed because you always did. he crossed the last few steps between you without much urgency and reached out, fingertips brushing lightly against your shoulder until you looked up from your phone. "i need your help."

you blinked. "with what?"

he tilted his head toward the hallway. "come with me?"

☕️ 𓂃 I WANNA LOVE YOU LOUD! ❤︎ 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲, when they accidentally text the group chat instead of you

──── 0t5!cortis x fem ! reader ╱ ⌕ smau, est. relationship, fluff, crack/comedy ( ? ) ∿ ˊᯅˋ use of petnames, profanity, teasing ( 💬 ) something short made off the whim based on this tt i randomly remembered that i saw LMAO

‘💬’ ─ had a brain fart for my other works so this was born

IN WHICH... the ive members are taking their cupid concept a little too seriously

PAIRING… idol!keonho x ive member f!reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE... i start school again soon fml fml fml

SIX 𖦹 SEVEN - NO-BUNNY LIKE YOU ˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ 𖦹 NEXT

you’re not sure when, or why, but whatever mild annoyance you once had whenever the girls brought up keonho had bloomed into something harder to describe. not the kind of fluttering that arose when you had to meet someone new for the first time, neither the intense thumping that led to song lyrics being dedicated or a future of picket white fences and domesticity being imagined. it finds itself tucked carefully in the middle, closer to that playground-ish feeling of daisy rings and sandcastle promises. it was silly. you weren’t even sure if he knew who you were, and weren’t exactly set on finding out. for now, it was just a harmless infatuation. something surface-level, and likely to pass over.

the walk to stage felt ten times longer after your indirect confession. it’s as if the universe wanted you to soak in the childish nature of it.

leeseo kept sneaking glances towards you. when your eyes seemed to catch on every odd glance, her eyebrows would do an obnoxiously high lift.

“if you keep doing that, your eyebrows are gonna stay stuck up there.”

“i can’t help it. my eyebrows are just very satisfied with the news we just learnt.”

you can only scoff in response.

from behind, you can hear the sounds of rei, wonyoung and liz giggling on end, the only break being an occasional hush when one of them raise an octave too high.

yujin and gaeul are fairly silent on the walk, but their faces reveal their thoughts are within the same range as the other girls. their faces both hold that unmistakable smile that screams ‘proud mother after learning about her daughter’s first crush.’

you can’t help but think they’re overreacting. i mean, it was nothing more than a crush, maybe even a little less than. you don’t even know what to call it.

challenge filmings were strangely the hardest part of promotion periods. having to converse with, teach choreo to and film a cover with someone who was, more often than not, a complete stranger. then came the uninvited analysis from netizens on whether or not your interaction showed “insane chemistry” or was just “awkward as hell.” you understood the marketing benefits behind it, but would genuinely do anything else.

the journey to cortis’ green room was exactly that, a journey. your brain filed through every possible way in which your interaction could go. will it be awkward? guaranteed. will you stutter? probably. will you see keonho? okay, that one wasn’t as relevant as the rest, but maybe. you’re grateful that rei chose to follow you to cortis’ green room, before heading to film her own. although she was strangely persistent on going, despite you initially being okay with going alone.

“i can feel your nerves from here, ynie.”

her voice draws you out of your internal panic.“hm? i’m just bad with meeting new people, that’s all.”

“oh i know. but i also know you’re a little anxious to see your bae up close.”

“he’s not my bae—“

“yet.”

“… and i doubt he’ll be there, it’s around lunch time.”

“but you wouldn’t mind if he was?”

“…”

“gotcha. we’re here, by the way. go knock.”

she nudges you towards the closed door.

you can hear the unmistakable sound of chaos seeping out from behind the door. it’s filled with weird bird screeches and boyish laughter.

you turn back around to rei.

“there’s no way i’m knocking. you do it.”

“you’re the one filming with seonghyeon, not me. just knock.”

before your fist could make contact with the door, someone on the other side pulled it open.

“oh, hi.”

ahn keonho.

“hi,” you managed to squeak out.

martin appeared behind him seconds after.

“yn, right? you’re here to film with seonghyeon?”

“yeah, martin? and yes, if you’re not busy right now.”

“it’s cool, we were just about to get lunch. he can join us after,” he offers, before turning back to call for seonghyeon.

out of the corner of your eye, you can see keonho shift his gaze back and forth between you and rei before he turns his body to look back into the room.

seonghyeon appears at the door not long after.

“hi, i’m seonghyeon. nice to meet you.”

“yn. i’m sorry for taking out of your lunch time. i promise it won’t take long.”

“nah, you’re all good. we can head out now.”

“yo hyeon, we’re heading to the cafeteria now. join us when you’re done.”

you turn to rei, giving her one last tight-lipped smile before turning to head to your filming spot with seonghyeon.

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in which it's the summertime, the beach is bustling and love is in the air when lifeguard, eom seonghyeon, finds himself crushing on the pretty employee at high tide acai. only problem? he can't really talk to girls so it's up to his best friend keonho and a five star google review to help him shoot his shot

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as soon as you walk into the acai shop, yujin gives you the dirtiest look you’ve ever seen him give you.

but you could care less.

there were severely, excessively larger fish to fry, and they were in the shape of none other than tomiyasa yu.

your admittedly (and irritatingly) fine, toxic situationship from the year prior.

“yn!”

you turn to see rei and of course, just as yujin had warned, yu standing next to her. he’s in a tee and shorts, sunglasses on top of his head, pushing his hair back.

“rei, hi! oh my god it’s been so long,”

she grins, giddy.

“hey,”

you shouldn’t acknowledge him.

you really really shouldn’t. but you do regardless, turning to him and giving the best smile you can.

“long time no see yu,”

“long time no see,” he says, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. and then? then he smiles, “how have you been?”

“good. just working,” you reply.

“always so busy,” he nods, “don’t wear yourself out,”

you and yujin share a look.

“thanks for looking out for me,” you say through grit teeth, “but i’ll be fine,”

“well if you say so,”

rei smiles happily.

you kick yujin before he can make any smug comments or faces, and with a fake smile he slides their order against the counter.

rei happily grabs the bag, telling you she’d visit more and that the two of you needed to hang out.

you would’ve listened more if not for yu staring at you.

rei leaves the shop first, and you watch as yu grabs napkins. he turns last second.

“hope we can catch up,”

then, the door chime twinkles as he opens the door and closes it.

as soon as the two leave, yujin bursts out.

“is your friend stupid?”

you sigh.

“we told her we ended on good terms to not make things awkward,”

yujin gives you a judgmental stare.

“stop it, i know okay!?”

he continues staring.

HIGH TIDE REVIEW HALL OF FAME, ENTRY 07: EMPLOYEE: HAN YUJIN + NA JAEMIN

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