I Am Working On An Atsumu Story I Promise To Have Chp 1 Out By This Weekend

i am working on an atsumu story i promise to have chp 1 out by this weekend🙏🙏

i cant decide if i should write pt 2 of the atsumu fic, a spiderman midoriya fic, or a yakuza boss bakugo fic, pls help me decide🥹

lil snippet of pt 2 of puppy love

cowboy!bakugo thought time.

so i’m imagining he works on your daddy’s farm, it’s a big old thing. lots of land that has been in your family for generations, a beautiful herd of cattle that is your father's pride and joy. he doesn’t live in the main house, obviously, but he does have a nice cabin just down the way that’s close enough to the ranch if he has to get up in the night for emergencies but also not so close that he can imagine he owns the land around him and lives a humble life.

he’s not always been interested in you, having written you off as a spoiled rancher's daughter when he first saw you because of your pretty blue dress and neatly curled hair. that was until one morning he was coming in to start his day at 5am sharp, his job was to let the cattle out to roam and then he can get to work on their shed, and tend to the horses & tack.

so colour him surprised when he opens the ranch door to see you already hard at work in shining those new boots your daddy got you for riding, his eyes track to the shiny leather of the saddle you just finished washing up. even the metal of the stirrups looks brand new. he always thought you were too stuck up, too prissy to be working down in the muck of the stable with the rest of ‘em.

another time he catches himself being surprised to see you is when you’re actually there after agreeing to wake up extra early to let the cattle out just before sunrise, you’re sat on the back of the beautiful mustang your father managed to win in an auction. your hairs pulled back into a loose braid, you’re still in your dress but you don’t seem to be uncomfortable with it. you look so relaxed, so natural on the back of a horse with the sun just rising behind you whilst you watch the cattle start to jostle around in preparation to be released.

over time he does start to get closer to you, be it when he gets alone time with you in the early hours of the morning when you’re both cleaning tack or mucking out the stables. or when he catches you in town on your way back home, you always refused to let him go into town to buy you things. always saying “i know i might not look like much but i can handle my own.” and doesn’t he know it, he remembers watching you punch the new stable hand clean in the nose for trying to swat at your ass with a horse whip.

he grows fond of you, always somewhere nearby when you’re out on the farm doing something. so that’s how he’s close by when he hears your startled scream, and then the undeniable sound of something heavy, and fast running. horses aren’t so heavy-footed so he knows it’s an escapee cow. he wastes no time in hopping onto the back of his horse, spurs digging in to encourage the horse to move faster.

as he clears out into the field, he can see the cow in question is absolutely ripping up the beautiful wheat that was just starting to grow and would surely be ruined after this. but cows are dangerous, stupidly so. he had no choice but to pursue, his hand going for the lasso on his belt as he leans his body forward and stood in the stirrups. it takes a practised hand and aimed throw but he finally loops the rope around the cow's neck, the thing slowing down when it realises it’s been caught.

he sees you breathe in relief and your face relaxes just slightly when he makes his way back over to you, the cow in tow. he hops off of his horse, leading the cow back into the pasture and making sure to double-check the latch is down before he turns to you. you have a bruise already on your jaw, looking suspiciously like the metal latch he was just touching.

“you alright? not hurt too bad are ya?” he says approaching you, you shake your head whilst puffing out your cheeks at the dirt you’re caked in.

“i’m fine.. dumb thing got spooked at somethin’.” you’re looking up at him now, squinting an eye at the sun that’s beating down on your face. he hums in response.

“well, your daddy’s gon’ kill me for tearin’ up the new field he just laid.”

“i’ll make sure he won’t, you did a good job. thank you for helpin’ me out katsuki.” you’re still smiling at him, he can’t help but smile back at you.

“good ‘cus who’s gonna save your sorry ass when one of the chickens get loose and start pecking at ya.” now he’s laughing as you slap at his arm, cursing him with a mouth that surely should not belong to the beautiful innocent rancher's daughter.

he’s absolutely smitten with you after that.

and your daddy doesn’t rip into him too much. apparently, you begged your father to not be too harsh on bakugo because it was your fault the latch wasn’t down and it would’ve been so much worse if the cow escaped onto the road or somehow into the house.

been rewatching westworld, and all i could think about is cowboy bakugo :( i love him.

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I HATE WHITE BOYS

MY SAFE SPACE

astumu miya x fem!reader

angst + comfort

just a lil wip :p

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the bright gym lights beat down heat on the backs of the team. shoes squeaked and there was a prominent smell of sweat and rubber surrounding the bleachers.

for a moment time had stopped, and his heart did too. it was all too late he feared. nothing more could have been done, but there was still a feeling of persistence in his bones, lying in wait to be awakened and to shake violently with the small amount of fight left in him.

it all moved in slow motion, his teammate diving to keep the ball alive, the mere centimeters he missed, the ball hitting the ground. the lights seemed to increasingly get brighter, and it seemed like his feet weighed the weight of the world.

he froze and the world went quiet.

so quiet that he hadn’t heard the sound of the whistle, or at least his brain hadn’t processed it. he could hear his rapid heart beating, and his opponents moving with glee and vigor.

and then it hit. his heart sunk, and it sunk so hard he thought there was a black hole in its place.

that was it. his last high school volleyball game.

he did not hear a word said in the meeting in the locker room except to bring the jerseys to practice tomorrow morning. to leave the last 4 years of his life in a storage room for some other player to wear for next year.

he was quiet on the ride home, too quiet his twin thought. but it was to be expected when all your hard work went down the drain.

his feet were heavy as he climbed up the stairs, his shoulders slumped and head down. he wanted nothing more then to just lie down and never get up again and to wither away.

but more than anything, he wanted to wash away the layer of skin he played in today, all the grime and sorrow. the hot water pelted his back, steam clouding his vision. he felt that maybe the boiling hot water could melt away the tension of the past few hours.

solemnly he walked to his room, the cold air on his bare chest felt like a breath of fresh air. he sat on the edge of his bed and just stayed there for what felt like ages.

he didn’t hear his door open, nor did he hear your footsteps making their way towards him. he only processed that you were there when you stood right in front of him between his legs.

he blinked a couple times, and that’s when the tears started pouring.

he threw his arms around your legs and buried his head in your abdomen, sobbing and clenching your tank top in his hands for dear life.

and you stood there, arms around his head, fingers sweeping through his hair and shushing his muffled cries. you rubbed his back to help soothe the heart break he felt. he cried until all you could hear were quiet sniffles and his breathing was not as rapid as before.

you gently unwrapped his arms from around your waist and slid into his bed, motioning for him to follow you and he complied.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his chest in the valley of your breast, entangling your legs together.

you still felt tears fall on your chest, but not as frequently. laying multiple kisses on his head, you continuing to rub soothing circles on his back. you waited until his breathing was even and his shoulders stopped shuddering to cheer him up.

now was definitely not the right time, but you decided to take a shot in the dark.

you tilt his head up, your soft and tender hands caressing his jaw and cheekbones that were puffy. you both stared into each others eyes for a moment, trying to read each others emotions.

so you decided to make a move and leaned in closer until your lips met his in a soft and tender kiss. he reciprocated the kiss almost (if not) immediately and his grip on your waist tightened.

he tasted like salt and peaches, and odd but comforting combo.

it was electrifying and incredibly sweet, and a little bit of the ache in his heart had gone away.

you both pulled apart and gazed into each others eyes, wiping his cheeks and sending a small smile his way.

a few more pecks and kisses and he was out like a light, drooling all over your chest and a killer grip on the back of your shirt.

content in your warm embrace that could mend his soul.