ImALWAYSthinking About 190726 Haechan

i’m  ALWAYS  thinking about 190726 haechan

intoxicated

katsuki bakugo x reader word count: 0.4k warnings: reader being drunk summary: bakugo gets a taste of just how oddly affectionate you are when inebriated

your head felt fuzzy and your vision was slightly blurry at the edges. your words slurred as you asked a face you’ve forgotten where bakugo was. wordlessly (or did they say something? You couldn’t hear over the music) they pointed towards the back of the room where bakugo stood slouched over, a hand shoved into his pocket another nursing a cup of something and his usual scowl etched onto his face as he looked on the crush of people laughing and dancing.

at the sight of the explosive boy, a large dopey grin spreads onto your lips and you yell out his name, making your way over to him, grasping at couches and people to help keep your balance. his flaming ruby eyes zeroed onto you as you stumbled over to him with your hands outstretched to reach him; exactly as you’ve longed to so many times before but never actually had the guts to do so. you crave to hold him to touch him to feel him beneath your aching fingertips, and tonight you’ve finally crumbled to the roaring need.

“y/n? are you drunk?” he scoffed and reached out to hold you, the glitter of worry in his beautiful beautiful eyes (why does he get to have such pretty eyes?) contrasting his snarky tone.

“i need a hug.” you merely said, ignoring his hands and instead throwing your arms around his neck, fastening yourself onto him like glue.

you could feel him tense and freeze up underneath you, but you were too caught up in the euphoria to realise. too caught up in the sheer wonder and amazement of his warmth and his smell and the feel of him against your flushed skin and oh god you’re hugging bakugo katsuki.

your drowsy eyes flashed open and you started pushing away. but before you could even lift your head, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you somehow even closer than before. “If you need a hug, i’ll give you a hug ok dumbass? just ask next time.” he gruffed, hooking his chin over your shoulder securely.

Your mouth gaped open for a moment, but your alcohol-addled mind removed any semblance of shock that should have reverberated through you, and instead you melted in his hold, nuzzling your head into his neck with a comfortable sigh.

“you’re very pretty.” you mumbled, still holding tight onto him. “it’s not fair.”

bakugo chuckled and feeling the vibrations from his chest against yours brought a whole new crashing wave of emotion onto you. “of course it’s when you’re drunk.”

“what?” you lift your heavy head and blink slowly up at him, puzzled.

“don’t worry about it sweet cheeks, let’s just get you some water and sleep.”

“no!” you exclaim, shaking your head vigorously, and shoving your head back into the crook of his neck. “please can we just stay here for a bit?”

bakugo sighed and hummed in agreement, rubbing circles on the small of your back with the pad of his thumb.

you both stayed there, solid in the midst of the constant waves of people for you didn’t know how long. it could have been the rest of the night, or it could have been a couple of seconds but all you could remember was the warmth of emotion that unfurled within you and ran through your veins as you were completely entranced by the boy that was holding you just a little too tightly.

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the element of freedom.

pairing: airbender!donghyuck x avatar!reader

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 8.2k (THIS WAS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I PLANNED IT TO BE)

author’s note: and last but definitely not least, hyuck’s chapter is finally here! this series was a bitch to write but i will definitely miss it now that’s it’s done 😔 thank you to everyone who read this mess and kept up with it even though it took me FOREVER to post sometimes - and for those of you just now seeing this, you can read all four fics here ;) 

You’ve never been more homesick than you are now. 

Travelling back and forth between the four nations has taken a toll on your body. The constant changes in weather make you feel like you always have a cold, you ache all over for no reason, and there is just so much walking. All you really want is to be home at the North Pole, coddled by your grandmother with a bowl of warm soup. 

You sigh as you hand a couple of coins to the fruit vendor you were buying from. He hands you the small bag of apples you purchased and you stuff it into your knapsack. Just how many months have you been living off solely bread and fruit? Hopefully, the Southern Air Temple will have some delicious food (but something tells you that monks are not keen on greasy, high-calorie cuisines). 

“Rough day?” The fruit vendor cocks an eyebrow. 

“Rough months,” you respond wryly. 

He winces. “Damn. Sorry to hear that.” 

“Tell me about it.” 

“Hey, who knows? Maybe something interesting’ll happen to you today,” he says, shrugging.

His words feel strangely prophetic, and you open your mouth to comment on it—but you’re interrupted by timing so surreal that it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

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