Masterlist

—masterlist ♡

fake texts

bang chan ♡ 방찬

↬“i can’t be the reason you lose everything”

↬“i can’t sleep without you here”

↬“because i have feelings for you”

↬“i can treat you better”

lee minho ♡ 이민호

↬“is that bothering you?”

↬“are you attracted to me?”

↬“not cold”

seo changbin ♡ 서창빈

↬“you’re not just my best friend”

hwang hyunjin ♡ 황현진

↬“you’re it for me”

↬“i was worried” | part two

↬daily texts

↬hyunjin day

↬perilla leaf

han jisung ♡ 한지성

↬“when you say my name, my brain kinda fries”

↬he’s nervous to meet your parents

↬“tell me you’re mine”

lee felix ♡ 이용복

↬daily texts

↬you have a cold

kim seungmin ♡ 김승민

↬“not jealous but whatever”

↬drunk, cute and clingy

yang jeongin ♡ 양정인

↬“i’m counting down the days”

ot8 ♡ 스트레이 키즈

↬you lock yourself out of your place

↬you go to another group’s concert

↬“your mum hasn’t paid me to date you this month”

↬he finds out you used to bias another member

↬you don’t say “i love you” back

↬you accidentally send a nude to another member

↬you autocorrect “love” to “hate” on his phone

↬“would you kiss the most beautiful person in the world for $1,000,000?”

drabbles

lee minho ♡ 이민호

↬“my heart belongs to you. always”

↬excuses

↬“what are we?” “friends?”

hwang hyunjin ♡ 황현진

↬“so what?! you’re still my hyunjin”

↬he gives you flowers

↬he forgets your birthday (but so do you)

↬sunshield

↬boyfriend privileges

↬“what are we?” “you know what we are”

lee felix ♡ 이용복

↬coffee fix

↬“what are we?” “what do you want us to be?”

reactions

ot8 ♡ 스트레이 키즈

↬he keeps something of yours with him

series

hwang hyunjin ♡ 황현진

↬watercolor (social media au)

↬back to december

—requests are open.

trends (ot7)

ᥫ᭡ 엔하이픈 + fem!reader ‒ established relationship & fluff 

warnings kissing - skinship - a whole lot of fluff 

words 640 - english isn't my first language

heeseung (희승) the lipstick trend is his. is the one who suggests you should do it, but is more like "there's that really cute trend on tiktok" okay sir just tell me you want me to kiss your cute face all over. takes it very seriously, he is the one choosing the shade of your lipstick and is a bit indecisive (just because he finds you so pretty wearing all shades), ends up choosing red. you guys probably have to do multiple takes since this man cannot stay still. his mouth ends up having more lipstick on than yours.

jongseong (희승) the out of my league trend, i actually don't know the real name. but it's the one where people pretend to bump into each other and start making out. so this, but reverse, because you ask him to stand in front of your phone and pretend to be shocked when you bump into him. is over the moon when you grab the back of his neck to kiss him (also blushes!!!). you guys end up forgetting that the phone is recording because jay! will! not! stop! kissing! you!

jaeyun (제이크) lmao the water by tyla trend, where girls play the song to see if their boyfriend is going to look. you know he is not that much on tiktok, so he probably didn't see it. as you guys lay in bed, after he comes back from dance practice, you start recording, while playing the song. you have to stop yourself from snorting when he tries to watch your screen discretely. sulks as he finds out you tried to pull a prank on him, "i knew it was a joke, i looked to see how you would react". makes you go stand in the corner of the room instead of him.

sunghoon (성훈) the billie bossa nova x west coast trend. the one where the guy runs and spins the girl around. yeah about that... you may end up with that version, but sunghoon definitely tackles you on the ground (softly) and he laughs SO MUCH. "we should do it the other way around". you have around twenty takes in your drafts because he always finds a way to mess up on purpose, like he spins on his own, or he walks by you and gives you a thumbs up.

sunoo (선우) the coloring trend. but he tries to choose the color based on the ones you would choose, and so do you. like reverse. the first drawing is a little fox (that's him), so you use the same colors, like of his hair, his eyes, the outfit he has on. sunshine boy here is so in love that he PRINTS them to show them to the boys "look how much we love each other" or "she knows me soooo well".

jungwon (정원) the cute trend when you smooch your faces together, so half are on the screen. you guys try to look at each other but it's more like a side eye. smiles so much you can see his dimples. he tries his best to stay still but just want to give you a fat peck on the cheek and bite it. if you leave the sound on and don't add the music, you can hear him say "cute cute cute".

ni-ki (니키) that one trend where you have to draw the same things, step by step, like a little shark or a cat. on tiktok it's the guys' drawings that are bad, but here, it's yours. and trust me, he would take pictures of them, laughing so much (with that little wheeze of his) that he has tears in his eyes. "yo you had to draw a shark, that looks NOTHING like it". and when you forget about that trend, he sends you the pictures by text "remember?".

Bakugo Katsuki x reader, fluff

Okay but imagine dating Bakugo for a few months now and never getting the chance to tell your classmates because you're all doing internships in different agencies and you all have different schedules.

You two barely see each other as well. Bakugo has to go past his precious sleeping schedule to sneak into your room just so you both could have dinner together; sometimes you sneak into his room for some morning cuddles and he'd complain about the stiff material of your hero uniform because you're already geared up since you have an earlier calltime than him.

Then one night, your class happens to get home early from your respective agencies and finally have a chance to grab dinner at the same time.

Bakugo was his usual grumpy self, extra even since he's exhausted, muttering to Kirishima about how he can't fucking wait to head to bed right after dinner. You on the other hand were happily catching up with Mina and Jirou who sat across from you on the table.

Everyone was so busy chatting or eating that your classmates didn't notice the little things Bakugo does for you. Like adding pork cutlets to your bowl, filling your cup with water, and at one point, even wiping the side of your mouth with his forefinger.

It wasn't until he was done eating when the entire 1A's world halted.

Bakugo's heavy lids were already practically closing on him so he gets up, grabs his plate and utensils and then yours, saying, "I'll go wash these up and then hit the fuckin' sack. 'M so damn tired." He says, voice low enough just for you and Kirishima to hear. You look up at him and nod, saying, "Good night."

Bakugo, who's now on his feet, smiles at you and murmurs, "See you tomorrow?" To which you nod again, completely unaware of Mina's stare. "Yeah, I'll swing by before I leave in the morning." At this point, Mina's brows are slowly meeting down the middle, eyes flickering between you and Bakugo.

But then, her mouth drops to the floor when Bakugo suddenly crouches to kiss you. Right on the lips.

The cutlery noises and chattering stops.

Bakugo's eyes snap open, straightening back up to look around for any danger. So did you, looking at your classmates and looking for whatever it was that made everyone stop what they were previously doing.

Slowly and inevitably, from the looks on your classmates' faces, you both realize what just happened.

Fuck.

"Um-" you cover your mouth consciously, fidgeting on your seat. "W-we have been meaning t-to tell you guys." You stammer, feeling more nervous as you meet more of their strucked gazes.

Bakugo on the other hand, once recovered, sighs and places the bowls and cutleries back on the table to grab your hand.

"Alright, listen up, losers." He rolls his eyes but you feel his hold on your hand tighten. "We've been dating for a couple of months now-" He turns his head to Midoriya who was about to open his mouth and says, "Yes, Y/n is who I meet during lunch breaks." Bakugo sighs again when Kirishima tries to pipe in and glares at him. "And yes, Y/n is the reason you can't just fuckin' burst through my damn door anymore."

At this, you both flush red.

"Aizawa-sensei already knows." He says, and your classmates collectively look at the teacher who merely shrugs a shoulder. "And now, you losers do too. So if you'd all fuckin' excuse me."

Everyone was still speechless as Bakugo goes on to grab the bowls from the table again to wash them. You on the other hand can't take your eyes off of the suddenly interesting lines on the table. You risk a glance up and when you saw that they were all still staring, you grab yourself a cup of water.

"How did you know, sensei?" Kaminari turns to the teacher in wonder. Aizawa's lips twitched a little as he fought off the urge to smirk.

He glances at you as he says, "I caught Bakugo sneaking out of Y/n's room one night." At this you met your teacher's gaze and sputter, coughing wildly to get the water out of your lungs.

"Would have expelled him then and there if Y/n didn't follow him out to scold him for leaving his books and notes in her room."

bkg slowburn partners to lovers excellence

fyi: aged up, drinking, not beta'd, deal w it

Cupid's Chokehold (3.7k)

"I'm falling in love with you."

It rolls off your tongue without a second thought, and you relish the relief of your confession. Katsuki can't control his surprise, and you can read his answer off his face, and for a brief moment, you regret making your move.

The sting of rejection is quickly numbed purely by willpower, and you laugh airily.

"You have a terrible poker face," you tease lightly. You steel yourself for the next part by deeply breathing through your teeth. "You aren't interested in me."

"It's not like that," Katsuki mumbles quietly, his ears turning pink. "I need to focus on my career. We both do."

"Gotcha," you whisper, looking off into space, head turned away from him. "No, you're right." You clear your throat and begin to wrap up your trash from your forgotten lunch.

Katsuki seems to want to stop you, but he's silent as he watches you step out of your seat and make a quick visit to the nearest trash bin.

"Look, we're good," you assure him as you prepare to end this shared meal. "Nothing's changed. We're partners."

Katsuki raises a brow at you, remaining in his seat. "Then how come you're leaving?"

You respond with a dry laugh, fighting down the pit in the back of your throat. "Give a girl a second to wallow, Bakugo," you huff. Shrugging, you awkwardly shift your weight back and forth between your stance. "At least I won't be so distracted during patrols anymore."

It's your weak attempt to lighten the mood. Although, it's hard to commit when trying to come to terms with your rejection. Unfortunately, Katsuki doesn't find it amusing, and his expression remains a combination of surprise and confusion.

"I won't be as weird tomorrow," you brush off sheepishly. "Get home safe." With a single nod, you turn to leave before anything can stop you.

You feel like you can breathe again once you shut your door and feel your car engine rumble to life. Before you can shift gears, a wave of embarrassment and shame washes over you, and you throw your head back against your seat.

Pressing your hands against your face, you let out a sound of anguish, feeling like a fool. Raking your fingers back through your hair, you sigh.

"You just can't shut up sometimes, can you?" Your voice is quiet as it disturbs the otherwise silence in your car. "Brush it off. You're not dying." You shake your head and quickly note where the alcohol in your apartment is for when you get home.

-

Katsuki doesn't notice anything different about your dynamic in the days following your confession. You make eye contact easily and banter with him like nothing has happened. You're civil and, for the most part, stay on task during patrol.

You're the perfect partner, and yet, Katsuki can sense something has shifted.

"You're late," he grumbles, glaring at you as you stride to your desk with a compostable coffee cup in your hands.

"Would you relax," you dismiss him with a flimsy wave of your hand. You drop your bag onto your chair and start peeling off your layers. "We don't start for another ten minutes. I'll be right back."

You disappear to change into your uniform, and Katsuki takes this opportunity to invade your privacy.

"You don't drink coffee," he states skeptically after bringing your cup up to his nose and taking a whiff. The stench from the coffee is strong but not enough to cover up the scent of your lipstick coating the mouthpiece. He didn't even realize you wore makeup.

"Hey, don't drink my drink," you chastise as soon as you return, adjusting the sleeves of your uniform.

"You don't even like coffee," he accuses, setting your cup back on your desk. You respond with an incredulous laugh.

"No, you don't like coffee," you correct him. "I'm perfectly happy drinking coffee."

"Why would you need to drink it anyways? Didn't you get enough sleep?" Katsuki's glare softens as he gives you a quick scan, picking up the exhaustion clouding your eyes and the tentative way you handle your stationery. "Did you at least eat something? I don't need you passing out on me during a fight."

"You almost sound worried," you say with a dry tone, covering it up with a hollow chuckle. "Where's the trust, man?"

"There is none," Katsuki bites back quickly, but the humored glint in your eyes relieves him. "Are you almost ready to head out?"

"Can we ever just start when our shift starts?" You groan with a roll of your eyes as you return your stationery to their respective spots on your desk.

"Being on time is being late," Katsuki reminds you of what feels like the millionth time since he's met you.

He can hear you poorly imitate him behind his back, but when he turns to glare at you, you're inspecting your nails and obviously feigning innocence.

It's all too normal for his liking, and he's unsure why. He should feel grateful that you're not awkward after your confession and that you've moved past it and carried on your professionalism, but he's not. Not entirely, at least.

A little part of him can't stop hearing your confession.

"I'm falling in love with you."

Every time he meets your eyes, there's a brief pause, and Katsuki can't tell if it's imagination. You glow whenever you smile, even if it's not directed at him, and he can't look away from you.

You still grab lunch with him after your shifts, although now there's a thin blanket of tension veiling your conversations. And, outside of work, there's no contact from you.

Katsuki misses the days when you'd message him in the morning before your shifts, asking if he wanted anything from the shop that you stopped by for quick meals. He'd never take you up on your offer, but now he'll see you walk in with a to-go cup and wonder if you forgot to text him. He knows the truth, though.

You're trying to get over him. He can see right through your efforts, no matter how subtle you're trying to be. Katsuki notices the way you freeze up whenever he brushes his hand against your arm or grabs at you to check for injuries.

Every time, without fail, you'll clear your throat and yank yourself away from him, avoiding his accusing glare.

"I'm fine," you grit out, holding your arm that's obviously in pain. "I'll be good. Thanks."

Just let me take care of you, Katsuki will think bitterly to himself, watching you stagger away and doing nothing about it. You never used to be this difficult when he was just trying to do his job.

You'd argue that caring for you wasn't part of the job, and he'd find every fiber of him disagreeing with you.

"What are you doing this Friday?"

You're obviously surprised once you comprehend what Katsuki is asking towards the end of your patrol. You look flustered and waging an internal battle in your head.

"My idiot friends are having their monthly get-together," Katsuki explains, uncharacteristically mumbling. "They asked if you wanted to join."

"What?" You laugh, amusement washing away your nerves. "You're inviting me? What are they holding over you to do this?"

Katsuki glares at you, irritated that you guessed correctly. Mina threatened him to invite you, otherwise, she'd show up unannounced at the agency and introduce herself.

Normally, he'd go unphased by her threats, but ever since your confession, Katsuki's felt a shred of anguish that you'll disappear one day.

Even if he couldn't give you the relationship you hoped for, he wanted to provide for you somehow. And, if he had to expose you to his personal life a little more, then he was okay with that. As long as it meant you'd stay with him.

"They threatened to ambush us during a patrol if I didn't."

You fail to stifle your laugh, and Katsuki hopes to elicit more of that from you.

"I appreciate the offer," you eventually answer, and Katsuki feels elated at your initial positivity. It quickly dissipates when you reject his invitation. "I have plans this Friday, actually. For once." You laugh at your deprecating allusion, but Katsuki maintains his aloof expression.

"Suddenly, you're too good for my friends?" It was meant to be a joke, but his abrasive tone reveals his vulnerable ego.

You visibly hesitate to respond, and Katsuki wonders what you're fighting yourself on. What are you holding back from him?

"I have plans already," you repeat with more force, finalizing your explanation, and Katsuki feels irritation bubbling in his stomach.

You didn't make plans that required you to leave your apartment often – Katsuki knew this. You lived with your best friend, so most of your time outside of work was spent at home. Whenever you managed to come across real plans that involved wearing nicer clothes than sweatpants, you'd normally chat Katsuki's ear off about your anticipation.

"Do you have a date?" He blurts his question out before he can comprehend the thought, and he can feel the tips of his ears get warm with embarrassment.

You can't fight back the surprise from reaching your face, and Katsuki knows the answer before you nod.

You laugh sheepishly at getting caught, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear – a nervous habit Katsuki has caught on to after two years of working with you.

"Yeah, I do," you murmur, looking everywhere but at him. "My roommate set it up with her boyfriend's friend."

How come you didn't tell me, he wants to ask, but he already knows. "Is he nice?"

"Yeah, he's..." He watches your eyes glaze over as you get stuck in your head before clearing your throat. "He's nice. Why?"

Katsuki shrugs, feigning indifference. Inside, he's frustrated, but he knows he shouldn't be.

You're his partner. His work partner.

As long as this random head that's taking you out doesn't distract you during your patrols – when you're with him – then he can't shouldn't complain.

"Will you tell me how it goes?" His question is quiet because he's embarrassed to ask, but he wants to know. He knows not knowing will bother him, and he can't explain to himself why.

"Um, sure," you hesitate to answer, almost questioning yourself.

You keep details of your date private from him after Friday comes and goes. The curiosity eats at Katsuki whenever he catches you glancing at your phone or smiling at yourself at your desk, but he keeps it to himself.

-

Your shift today was harder than usual. A few minor misdemeanors followed up with a villain attack.

You could tell that Katsuki was frustrated throughout the whole time, keeping quiet and growling to himself more often than usual.

After, when you were packing up your things to leave for the day, you noticed Katsuki sitting at his desk with his head hanging low. His arms are relaxed against the chair handles and you think he looks defeated as people walk past him without a glance.

"Trying to get food?" You pipe up, sliding past him to lean back against his desk. You keep your demeanor light, resting your hands against the surface and keeping your chin up. "I'm starving."

"You head out without me," he mumbles, flicking his hand.

"Nah," you hum, smiling at him with encouragement. "Come eat with me."

"Wouldn't that make your boyfriend uncomfortable?"

Boyfriend? You frown at your partner, tilting your head with a curious look.

"My nonexistent boyfriend would probably be more concerned with my obnoxious partner giving me attitude when I'm hungry."

Katsuki finally looks up at you, and you widen your eyes in exaggeration.

"Oh my god, finally," you rasp, holding your hand against your chest. "I was planning on getting you a vest for your birthday to help you with your posture."

"You don't even know when my birthday is," he answers with a sneer, but it doesn't phase you.

"Of course I know when your birthday is, Bakugo," you tell him. "Now, can we please go eat?" You bounce off of his desk and pat his bare shoulder, shortly relishing the satisfying warmth that emits from his body.

Katsuki catches you by surprise when he holds your hand against his arm, squeezing gently.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, knowing what his answer will be but hoping for a rare moment of vulnerability.

"Just tired," he mumbles, not looking at you. You smile softly, understanding where his exhaustion might be coming from, and use your other hand to pat his spiky head.

"You're working hard," you remind him with sympathy. "You did a good job today."

Katsuki doesn't say anything, just responds with a nod.

You start to pull away, but he holds you in place for another moment. Your heart stutters in your chest, and you're hit with a familiar wave of infatuation that you've been desperate to avoid.

"We did a good job today," he finally says. "We're partners."

"I know, Bakugo." As badly as I want to be more, we're just partners. "You're not getting rid of me, unfortunately."

You're forced to yank your hand out of his, avoiding his glare when he turns back to look at you.

"Let's head out already," you plead, creating some distance between you before checking back to see if he's following you.

You can't fight back your smile when you find him out of his seat and pacing over to you.

-

Katsuki hates seeing you in Mina's apartment. It's like his worlds are colliding, and he's still not mentally prepared after a week.

He's grateful you let him pick you up and take you instead of finding your way there. He's also quietly pleased that you're glued to his side because you don't know any of his friends.

"I hope your friend likes this wine," you nervously babble in his ear, and it makes his skin vibrate with how close you are. "How do you not know what alcohol your friends like?"

"Cause I don't care," he bites back, arms crossed over his chest and sending you his normal glare. "And you shouldn't either. Not like they're your friends."

That was obviously not the right thing to say, and Katsuki immediately regrets it when he watches your expression fall.

"Then, why did you invite me?" You sound frustrated and lean away from him slightly. "What am I doing here?"

"Saving me from a night of nuisances."

Katsuki thinks he hears you mumble "Typically," but doesn't respond because Mina and Eijiro approach.

"Hey, Bakubro," Eijiro greets with a wide smile, clapping a hand against Katsuki's arm. "And hello to you too!"

You give them your name with a polite smile and present Mina with your gift. Katsuki has to fight the urge to put his arm around you – to protect you from his friend.

"I didn't know what to bring, but I hope you like this wine."

Mina squeals in delight, taking the bottle from your hands and inspecting it before throwing herself at you. Katsuki's skin prickles at the sight.

"I love wine!" She cries with glee. "You're so considerate! Bakugo never brings me anything."

"When do you ever bring me anything?"

"When do you invite me over?"

The glare Katsuki sends Mina is fatal, but she's unbothered, much to your apparent satisfaction.

"Let's open this right now!" Mina drags you away by the arm, and your panicked expression is enough to bring a soft smile to Katsuki's lips.

"So, she's the partner?" Eijiro takes your spot next to Katsuki and nudges his arm. "Think she's into you?"

The question makes Katsuki scoff, sending his friend a silencing look.

"She is? How'd you find out?"

"She told me," he answers gruffly. "Over a month ago."

Eijiro's eyes almost bug out of his head with how surprised he is.

"Why didn't you say anything? That's awesome, dude."

"Why would that be awesome?"

"Because it's obvious you're into her too?" Eijiro's brows furrow as he looks at Katsuki, who feels a burning fire in his chest light up.

"Excuse me?"

Eijiro sighs, scratching the dark scruff under his jaw. "Come on, man."

"What?"

"You invited her to Mina's shindig," Eijiro points out. "You've been her partner for, what? A few years now, and you're finally bringing her around to meet us?" Katsuki just glares at him.

"Maybe you should mind your business," he tells his friend.

"You're defensive because you know I'm making a good point."

"When have you ever made a good point?"

Eijiro feigns offense when he puckers his bottom lip out in a pout. "I've been known to have good insight occasionally."

"This isn't one of those occasions." Katsuki notices you reappear from the kitchen with Mina, carrying four glasses of wine between you. He clears his throat obnoxiously, successfully silencing Eijiro with a look this time around.

"Hey, here's a glass," you tell him, handing him one from your hand. Katsuki takes it but isn't sure what to do with it.

"I didn't ask for this," he mentions as Mina hands Eijiro his glass.

"He means, 'thank you'," Eijiro answers for him.

"You don't speak for me," Katsuki barks, but your soft laughter kills his irritation.

"Don't worry, I know how he works," you tell his friends as you sip your drink. "He's actually holding my second glass for me."

Mina giggles at your statement, but the smile on your lips tells Katsuki that you aren't joking.

A short while later, after Mina moves on to her other guests and Katsuki has resituated you and him on the couch, you swap glasses with him.

You're invested in a conversation with Sero, angled away from Katsuki, but your legs are curled under you, and the fabric of your socks flick against his legs.

"I'll be back," he mumbles as he rises to his feet, empty wine glass in hand.

He finds himself in Mina's kitchen, a few guests lingering around and chatting. He comes across the wine you brought, empty in an ocean of half-drunk bottles.

Before returning to the couch, he refills your first glass with another wine he finds himself hoping you'll like. You're alone and on your phone by the time he comes back.

"Decide to join in on the fun?" You ask with a beaming smile once you realize he's returned. Katsuki finds himself pleased at the sight of you dropping your phone into your lap without hesitation as he falls into the cushion next to you.

"For you," he says plainly. "For when you finish that glass."

You frown at him playfully, taking another swig from his original glass. "You trying to get me drunk?"

"God, no," he exasperates. "Wanna make sure you're having a good time."

"Good call filling up another glass then," you laugh.

I know how you work too, he finds himself thinking.

"I am having a good time, though," you confess, resting your hand on his leg and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you for inviting me. I like your friends."

"I think they like you more than they like me."

"Everybody likes me more than they like you. That's how our dynamic works."

Our dynamic. Everything you tell him comes out more meaningful than he assumes you intend. Katsuki doesn't know when that started to happen.

He cherishes the dynamic between you, and for the first time, he's worried that it's in jeopardy. That it's been strained since you confessed to him, and, right now, he's on borrowed time with you.

"Thank you," he tells you. "For coming. You didn't have to."

"I did, though, " you correct him. "Mina tells me she would have shown up unannounced at the agency if you kept me from her any longer."

"Well, she's an idiot."

You give him a knowing smile, leaning against his arm. "Then, you're an idiot by association."

"Shut the hell up."

Your gentle laughter is muffled by the wine glass against your lips. You finish your drink in a single sip and immediately hold the emptied glass to Katsuki. He wordlessly switches your glasses.

He watches intently as you take an experimental sip from the wine he chose for you, and the satisfied hum you release tells him you approve of his choice.

"This is really good. Nice choice," you tell him, holding it out for him. "Did you try it?"

"I'm driving us, remember?" He glares at you for your ridiculous question, but you roll your eyes.

"It's a sip, Katsu-" You stop yourself midway, and Katsuki notices the flush in your cheeks, but not without actively searching for it. "it's just a sip, okay? Try it."

You're shoving the rim of the glass to his lips before he can call you out on your mistake. He reluctantly takes a little sip and his face twists in disgust.

"I don't like wine," he tells you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after you spill some against his face.

"Well, that's a shame," you sigh dejectedly, throwing back the remaining wine with a few swigs. Even Katsuki knows wine isn't chugging alcohol. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom."

And when you return a few minutes later, Katsuki notices you curl up in your seat a little further from him.

an: wrote this for @/sarahlovesseb ♡

szn # 1: because i met you,

— hello future

⋆ pairing: author!lee mark x cafe owner!fem reader (oc)

⋆ genre: social media au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, aged up!nct dream, single dad!mark, and non-idol!nct dream

⋆ warnings: swearing, implications of sex, mentions of cheating, and jokes on death, murder and sex. (and future mentions will be added as the story progresses!)

⋆ status: on going but paused atm!

⋆ summary:  after the mother of his child left him for another guy, mark had developed trust issues which brought him to never want to fall for any girl again. everything was going well in mark’s life, just him, his beloved daughter, his best friends, and his success as an author. what happens if a girl unexpectedly comes, and already falls before even realizing it?

⋆ q&a: click here!

⋆ playlist: coming soon!

⋆ a/n: currently on pause due to life lmao. send an ask or msg if you want to be added for this au or the whole series! as well as any comment, opinion, etc., you may have! i’d love to hear them :)

series masterlist

because i met you,

profiles I. profiles ii. profile iii.

ep1: best aunt award ep2: dressed like hyuck?

ep2.3: if you’re nice ep2.7: she’s an angel

ep3: so chenle’s house?ep3.5: arrival time check

ep4: i’ll miss herep5: why you leaving?

ep6: mark’s private twt ep7: the pretty lady

ep8: not my business ep8.3: do you not?

ep8.5: uhh- where’s Bada? ep8.7: sorry about her

ep9: oh my god ep9.5: gf or wife

ep10: lunch soon? heheep11: i love you

ep12: bye i’m leaving ep13: some other stuff

ep13.5: on seen too? ep14: why’d you ask?

ep15: ok free food! ep16: ok mr. shopping

ep17: my stomach hurts ep18: or don’t tbh

ep18.5: get in losers ep19: idkkk your ex

ep20: don’t eat it ep20.3: imma go enjoy

ep20.5: thank you reallyep20.7: how about you?

ep20.9: have a goodnightep30: why would i?

ep30.5: a bad feeling

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Bakugou is, for all intents and purposes, a massive baby.

God forbid you leave him for ten minutes before he starts wandering around the house looking for you. Mercy on you if you go out to the grocery store and don’t take him. And how dare you even consider get up to get a snack when he's in the bathroom, letting your shared spot get cold.

These things, he can not let go easily.

Naturally, this slips your mind every once in a while because a peaceful life with Bakugou Katsuki doesn't exist. When you forget, he makes it his mission to force you to remember his clingy ass.

Tonight, it would appear to be no different.

It's 02:30 when you snap back to reality, bleary eyes blinking to get your bearings back.

The lamp on the side table blinds you momentarily, there's music coming from the tv- credits, you deduce, from the show Denki had raved to you both about. When you angle your head up, you're met with a firm jawline that lets out a loud snore from the slight disturbance.

Katsuki never was good at staying awake during these things.

Smiling up at him, you're quick to place a tender little kiss on his chin, watching as the corners of his mouth twitches slightly. Gently, you slip out of his arms and cover him with the blanket, using the parted lips releasing the smallest little snores to ensure his slumber. He smacks his lips and turns slightly on his side, as if chasing the warmth you'd taken away, and you click the tv off to keep him in the dark. You shuffle your way into your bedroom to get your own rest; you shiver once you slip under the covers, the fabric cold from the lack of use and lack of Katsuki's body heat.

The minute you do warm up, however, you're out like a light, and you remain so for a few hours.

But then, there's someone at the end of your bed. You feel them, and it wakes you just barely. You shift the blankets higher on your shoulder for protection from whatever your subconsious picks up, and just when you feel normal, something speaks.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

The raspy voice coming from the foot of your bed is more than enough to snap you from your sleep, but it isn’t until you see the massive, bulky frame that your heart sinks and you scream, you scream as loud as you can, immediately scrambling to the corner of your bed.

“Stop screaming, it’s me.”

Your shaking hands immediately shoot to the lamp next to your bed and upon flicking it on, you’re greeted by a sleepy Katsuki, blanket around his shoulders and sleepy scowl on his face, as if you’re the one who just inconvenienced him.

“You freak! What are you doing!” You snap, quickly rubbing your eyes to knock the sleep from them to properly scold. He merely shrugs and smacks his tired lips, indifferent to the previous heart attack he’d given you.

“Left me alone on the couch,” he says, dropping the blanket onto the floor before crawling into bed next to you, casually. “We were snuggling. You abandoned me.”

“You-! I was-! Why-!”

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he says, burying his face into his pillow and making a grabby hand for you, “c’mere, wanna spoon.”

Your heart, still pounding in your chest, finally lets breaths of air in, your hands trembling as you flick back off the light. You’re still mad, now shaking with fury, and as you roll to have your back facing him, you try to take deep breaths to calm down and not smother the man you somehow chose to love with a pillow.

“Hey,” he grumbles, tugging your sleep shirt. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking stand you, Katsuki. I don’t even want to be in the same bed as you right now, you scared the fucking shit out of me.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you.”

“And you thought threATENING ME AT THE END OF OUR BED WAS A GOOD WAY TO DO THAT?”

He goes silent, and you almost think he’s given up, and just as you blink your stinging eyes, he suddenly rolls on top of you, knocking the wind out of you at his heaviness.

“Katsuki!” You scold, but it’s shrouded in laughter, an absolute contrast of how you just were talking all of ten seconds ago.

“Now you can’t leave,” he says, cockily. “You wake me again and I will kill you.”

“You woke me up just now! You could’ve easily come to bed like any sane person!”

“….”

“Katsuki!”

“Cant hear you, I’m asleep.”

“KATSUKI!”