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a/n: GUYS IM SEEING BTS HOLY SHITINVNEVJN

"slow down, doll." katsuki huffed as he let you pull him through the venue, the corners of his mouth tilting up despite the gruffness in his voice. "nothing selling out this soon." 

"you don't know that…" he heard you mumble, your pace not slowing as you beelined it for the merchandise table. 

he huffed in amusment as you continued, finding your determination for such a task endearing. you had both just arrived at the concert venue, and you had made it your mission to see the merch before the show started in case you wanted to buy anything. 

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katsuki surprised you with concert tickets to your favorite band a month ago. he had been planning this for a while; the moment he heard (from you, of course) that they were going on tour for the first time in years, he had already began thnking up the whole thing in his head. he didn't know the band very well aside from the songs he'd heard from your playlist, but he knew you—being able to see them live just once would be enough for you, and he was damn well sure gonna make it happen. 

when you first brought up the tour and he asked if you were going to get tickets, he wasn't expecting your deflated answer. 

"i don't know…they're a big group. they're probably going to sell out before i even get into the online queue." he saw your attempts at hiding your dissappoint on your face, but he heard it in your voice as you continued looking down at your phone, scrolling through the dates. 

he didn't say anything for a minute, thinking. then, getting up and walking toward you, he gently took your phone out of your hands and threw it on the bed. you had started biting your lip, your mind already spinning in doubt, and he hated it. he wrapped his arms around you, silencing your soft sounds of surprise. 

"don't worry about it. we'll go," he mumbled, trying to ease some of your anxiety. he rocked your bodies back and forth together and felt you melt into his warmth. 

"how?" your voice was mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, and he let out a dry laugh. he looked down as he felt of your head move and met your eyes. 

"why're you laughing?" 

he smiled ever so slightly; one anyone else, he found pouting to be very annoying. it's always been a cute look on you, though. 

"didn't i just say not to worry about it?" 

when the tickets went on presale a few weeks later, he stayed up late to make sure he got the best ones he could. sitting in the living room, the singlular light from his phone creating a beacon in the darkness, katsuki hunched over on the couch with intense focus. 

as the screen flashed with a confirmation of the two purchased seats, he felt his heart rate relax just a fraction. 

thank fuck, he thought as he sat back on the couch, letting out a breath in the dark. he had tried his hardest to relax all day, not wanting to alert you to anything strange happening. you had long given up the idea of being able to get tickets, but you knew presale was happening today and he could tell it was on your mind. 

he also knew that if he didn't get these tickets, he'd be extremely upset with himself. hence the relief that washed over him as he double checked his email, making sure the tickets were recieved. hating the feeling of anxiety the whole ordeal gave him, he shook his hands as he stood up, deciding it was finally time to go to bed. he yawned as he shuffled down the hall, creeping into your shared bedroom. 

you were still sleeping, thankfully. as he slid back into the familiar spot next to you, he felt the wave of sleep he'd been holding back wash over him and pull him down with you. as he drifted off, your shared conversation from before played in his mind. 

told you not to worry about it.

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almost 8 months later, the night was finally here. you'd been practically dancing on your heels all week, showing him different variations of the outfit you picked out in attempts to settle on one; he was no help in deciding, of course—he said they all looked good on you, and he meant it. in the end, he sat patiently as he watched you try them all on, smiling faintly. 

he couldn't help it. he wasn't known to be a patient man—he surely wasn't when you two first met—but you had that effect on him. he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. 

when you were finally ready, he drove you both to the venue extra early. he sat silently as you played as much of the band's discography as the length of the car ride would allow, content in listening to you talk about which songs you couldn't wait to hear the group perform. 

now, as you stood in front of the merch stand, he stood beside you like a bodyguard, staying aware of both the surroundings and you. 

"see anything you like?" he asked, bending a bit to be heard over the growing crowd. he watched your eyes flit over everything, lingering on a hoodie in the upper right corner. 

he had already told you not to worry about paying for anything tonight, and though it took much convincing, you had agreed. now, he took his wallet out from his back pocket and pulled out his card as you pointed to the garment. 

"i like that one. the black hoodie," he nodded at the cashier as she looked at you both, confirming your purchase. 

as you both exited the line, he felt his heart stutter at the sight of you clutching the hoodie close to you, a smile on your face. he feigned nonchalance, clearing his throat as he took your free hand. 

"want anything to eat before we go in?" 

"no, i'm okay." he watched your smile grow, and couldn't stop the blush creeping up his neck and face as you squeezed his hand. "thank you, suki. this really means a lot to me. all of this." 

his face was completely red as he broke eye contact, letting go of your hand to loop his arm around your waist. he heard you laugh as he pulled you closer to his side, and the sound only made the blush worse. 

"yeah, yeah…love you," he mumbled, using his other hand to scratch behind his neck awkwardly. then, he cleared his throat. "come on. we gotta find our seats." 

you laughed again as you both walked toward the entrance to your section, and he let the ghost of a smile grace his features. "why're you laughing?" 

you giggled, feigning innocence. "nothing, nothing! i love you!" 

yeah, he'd do this all again in a heartbeat. 

a/n: it's a beautiful feeling to love someone so much that you feel as though it might kill you, and i'm grateful to say that I was able to write this from experience (p.s. listen to soft spot by keshi!! and the whole 'requiem' album <3)

katsuki softens the moment he sees you. every single time.

it was a small change at first, barely noticeable. he'd be scowling, a seemingly-permanent frown etched on his face, until you walked into the room. the moment his eyes landed on you, they would lose some of their fire, his bark would lose some of its bite. it was like the storm around him would quiet for just a moment, enough for you to walk through. and he would let you.

he never thought he'd experience a love like that. never thought he was capable of being loved like that.

at first it was terrifying. because how could someone as kind, as gentle, as alive as you find him worth loving? sure, he's a guy who talks big, but that's only because he never imagined a world in which that big talk would be challenged. katsuki never thought, for a single second, that something, or someone, would walk into his life and make him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

he finds himself doing things he wouldn't normally do. he doesn't like going out, but he'd do it for you in a heartbeat. he hated conversations that just felt like nothing but words to fill the silence, until your voice came into his head, and his heart; he could listen to you talk about nonsense for hours, just to hear your voice.

he didn't like anyone, he thought. he never had, katsuki had always just assumed it wasn't in the cards for him. and he was fine with that; he had goals to chase, and all of that romance stuff could be left to the wayward. it was the last thing on his mind growing up.

until suddenly he looked up from his life and realized that you had him wrapped around your finger. and he knew wouldn't change a damn thing, despite the fear (which he was beyond fearful—katsuki was fucking terrified of how much he loved you).

he had a soft spot for you, a warm place carved in his heart that mirrored the shape of you, and it was that warmth that kept that fire in him aflame. it was that warmth that, despite the terrible feeling that came with the fear of loving you so much it felt like his heart might burst out of his chest, he kept loving you, as long as you'd let him. it's no secret that he was hoping for forever.

a/n: every time i listen to cinema by harry styles i think of kami like just imagine him grooving around stage while playing bass and singing that song...god i adore him.

"you got, you got the cinema."

the crowd behind you screamed as the familiar beat started playing, denki strumming the opening chords on his bass. the band was about to perform one of their biggest songs, the one that thrust them into the spotlight—but all your attention was on your boyfriend.

you watched denki's familiar, easy groove across the stage, admiring how natural he looked up there. he looked so much like he belonged under the bright lights, with his bandmates playing behind him as he eased his way up and down the platform. he was completely in his element, that much was clear.

he waved to a few fans, eliciting screams of excitement before coming to the mic to begin singing the first verse. the smile on his face was blinding as he moved on to the chorus, and his eyes were glued to you the whole time. you couldn't look away.

"i just think you're cool, i dig your cinema. do you think i'm cool, too? or am i too into you?"

he sang the lyrics with a cheeky smile, smiling down at you from on the stage. he always made sure you had the best view, which he proudly claimed was right in front, where he could make eye contact with you the whole time if he pleased.

cameras pointed at the stage as the crowd sang along with the band, the energy in the stadium playful and energetic. you could see how much this fueled denki; how much he loved the collective excitement and happiness. he was known for his high energy throughout shows, from beginning to end, and he gave all the credit to the crowd's support at said shows—you, included.

denki was also never one for staying in one place on the stage; he walked over to the band's drummer, both of them sharing a mic as they sang the post-chorus. his creme-colored guitar glittered under the stage lights, his fingers dancing across the strings effortlessly.

you laughed when he winked at you, beaming. the move was so boyish and silly and oh so much like your boyfriend. despite being in the pit of a large stadium, it was moments like this where it still felt as though the two of you were the only ones there.

he looked like the sun himself as he came back up to his mic. a pick hung from his neck—the one he deemed your guitar pick, the one you gave him for your one year anniversary. denki was always losing guitar picks, storing them in odd places in between practices and shows.

he never wanted to lose this one. this one was special. this one was yours.

so he wore it around his neck, making a hole and stringing it around his neck. he called it his "lucky charm" and made sure he had it on during every set, at every event, even if you weren't there. he played with it when he was nervous, squeezed it when he was excited. it was everything to him. it kept him grounded.

"it's you. don't know why, but it feels so right to me. something in the way you move, i like it when you dance for me (I just think it's—)"

now, that guitar pick glittered under the lights, swinging in time with his body as he grooved back to his mic.

another shameless smile graced his face as his eyes darted to yours, watching you sing along. as the song descended into its final seconds, denki stopped singing and let the crowd lead, dancing around the stage with his bottom lip between his teeth and the happiest grin on his face.

he always told you the outro was his favorite part of the whole song, and you could see it as he yelled out into the crowd, urging them to sing along like they always did.

"you got, you got the cinema. you got, you got the cinema. i bring the pop to the cinema—you pop when we get intimate."

watching him on stage felt like witnessing love in its purest form. and after every show, with you waiting backstage as soon as the set was over, you always made sure to remind him how beautiful he was.

yes, he loves his fans, and he is always sure to remind them of how grateful he is. and he is so incredibly lucky for the band and the opportunities they get to share together. he never takes this life for granted.

but at the end of it all, in a world that is so fast-paced and loud and crazy, the number one thing on his mind—the first person he wants to see the moment all the bright lights disappear—is you. always you.

hi angel!! i use the app social maker; i will say tho, i think i paid like $2 at the beginning to get unlimited messages bc i didn't want to have to keep deleting everytime i wanted to start over 😭 but either way it's a good app!!

a/n: can u guess what my (hometown) job is......

he loves being a barista cause he really doesn't have to talk to the customers all that much

the cashiers handle all that—all he has to do is make the drinks

he's been working there so long that he knows the regulars and gets started on their drinks the moment he sees them walk in

doesn't mean he knows their names but he does recognize faces

the type to nod his head in acknowledgement when a customer goes "thank you, have a good one!"

the heat of the espresso machine does not bother him at all (duh) and he scares his coworkers often with how little he reacts to hot coffee splashing on him

he knows who tips and who doesn't. and that will impact how much time he puts into their drink.

he is leaving AS SOON as the clock marks the end of his shift. that man is not working no overtime 😭😭

genuinely such a good barista though like he knows what he’s doing

he prefers morning shifts; he doesn’t mind opening the store at 5

he will text the closers if he thinks they did a shit job the night before sorry he is unfortunately that guy :/

he is not the one to be dealing with rude customers; he has enough sense not to yell at customers but will instead give them an equally terrifying stare if he’s pissed (“i don’t get paid enough for this shit.”)

he doesn’t know it but he is the hot barista that keeps people coming back!!!!

however he is not going to pick up on the flirting and hints people drop……

lowkey the best when it comes to training new hires; yes he's intimidating BUT he's not the type to skip over the details when it comes down to it

straightforward and CLEAN

he will have that counter sparkling don't even worry

focused katsuki with his sleeves rolled up pulling espresso shots MMHMMM

i’ll be done with it in a few days (the rough draft at least 😭) and hope to write some more then!!

a/n: megumi said #IDGAFSTILLSMASH!!!!!!

as he’s gotten older, megumi has come to dislike the strict gender binary. which makes him the most open minded and understanding person if you ever had any sort of gender questioning.

he wouldn’t think too much about his own gender, but he doesn’t mind helping you figure yours if you asked him too. he’d sit with you and listen to you think out loud, asking thoughtful questions and humming in acknowledgment to let you know he’s still listening. and if you need to cry, scream, or rage he’s right there and ready to help.

he’s quick with learning new pronouns and ways of addressing you, and corrects someone casually if they get them wrong. he doesn’t make a big deal out of mess ups, no extensive apologies or dragging it out.

he’ll help you pick out a new name if that’s what you want. he’ll try on different ones with you and see which ones you like best, same with pet names. if you want to be called his girlfriend, boyfriend, partner, whatever—he’s quick to make the change. he doesn’t question anything, even if you think it’s “weird.” he encourages you to explore and do whatever gives you the most joy. he’s happy to go with whatever makes you feel comfortable. that’s all that matters to him.

and on bad days, when nothing feels right in your body and you want to hide from the world, he’ll hide with you. he won’t force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, won’t make you talk if you’re not ready. he’ll get you whatever you need, whether it’s getting you one of his bigger sweatshirts, or making you your favorite food, or watching your favorite movie in silence with you. he knows that these moments can be tough for you, and he wants to help you as long as you’ll let him.

megumi ultimately thinks gender is a stupid construct, and would happily make any and all changes for his love if was necessary. if anything, he’s glad you trust him enough to talk about such a topic with him.

at the end of the day, he is not concerned with what his partner identifies as. their gender identity and expression, even as ever changing as it may be, is just another thing to love.