✧ｇｉｖｅ ｍｅ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｓｔｏｌ

imagining a love-struck shoto following you around because he just doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. and when you confront him he’s just like 😄🥰 cause you’re finally showing him attention.

“stop following me like a lost puppy.” you rolled your eyes, finally turning around to confront your tail.

“but I like you.”

“i’ve told you this already, you do not like me.”

“why not?”

“because you can’t like me.” this seems to surprise him for a second, causing him to stop and think.

“but-“ he began, almost second guessing himself. “mina and jirou told me that when your heart quickens and your palms get sweaty around someone then you like them. so you should know that i like you.” his eyes bored into yours as if this was common sense, hand going to grab yours.

“see, your hand fits perfectly in mine.” his fingers clasped onto your hand.

rolling your eyes at his whole charade you turned and continued walking, hand in hand.

☞𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; will schofield

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; angst, war trauma, ptsd, arguments, smut included

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“ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ

ⁿᵉᵃʳᵉʳ ᵒʳ ᶠᵃʳ

ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵈᵉᵃʳ

ʷʰᵉʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ,”

The soft summer breeze sifted around your bare legs as you sat in your backyard. It was the beginning of April and you could already see the summer pink blossoms on the trees. Thus marking today the perfect day to have a barbecue. You & Will’s friends; Amy and Booker - whom he had met in the war - to spend the day with you.

“Oh, look at those clouds.” Booker exclaimed, hand equipped with a charred spatula flicking up towards those sky.

“Yes, they always look so beautiful this time of year.” Amy calmly noted as she sat in the lawn chair next to yours with a glass of lemonade in hand, handing you one as well.

“You tend to find yourself looking up a lot,” Booker murmured, eyes wandering a bit. A habit you often found your own William doing. A mindless habit, one you probably would never notice if you weren’t aware of what the two young men had been through. Booker never seemed to finish his sentence as Will walked out the house with a case of beers.

You stared at your fiancé’s back as he set the case on the table which also held various buns, condiments and drink for your little get together. It had been your idea at first, enlisting your neighbor and long time friend Amy who then convinced her husband for the barbecue. You had known Amy for years, originally growing up together then being there for each other as you both watched those you loved walk in to battle, some never returning.

But Will did, and you couldn’t wish for anything else. Every day spent waiting in the living room for that knock at the door, every night staying awake with the thought of his face - it eventually turning blurred and scarred behind your eyelids.

Yet even when he had came back, you felt some part you loved of him had been left and not to be returned. Forever lost on that battlefield with the remains of the war and other lost soldiers never to return to their families. And you hated to say it but you missed it. You missed when he would happily kiss your forehead, not grimace at the sight of your eye contact. You missed him yet there he stood.

Which is what he had done often since he had returned. He stood with a odd sense of uncertainty, that of a ex-soldier that was waiting to be ordered to return to the battlefield. His back - that he rarely let you caress anymore - seemed to shake with tension. You lowered your eyes as your heart ached, mind trailing back to the multiple arguments you both had had on the subject of his return. Where you would scream for him to just look at you again, with that look he once held of you. That look that held so much love and not sadness. Where he would just stare at you before leaving the house, not returning for hours. Your heart yearned for a man that had been lost amidst bullet showers and smoky fire.

As the soft jazz continued, suddenly Amy jumped up in excitement. The unexpected noise from the chair snapping shut undoubtedly causing the rigid tremor in Will’s throat. “Oh, I adore this song!” She sang, putting her finished cup on the side table.

“Yes, we know dear.”

“Mm, dance with me, Book.” She muttered as she kicked off her peach heels. You smiled at the image of your friends.

“Darling, I’ve gotta tend to the food.” He sang in the same tune. He seemed he didn’t mean his words though as Amy’s hand would later replace the spatula. They would enter a rehearsed routine to the jazz number. Their bodies seemed to melt into tune with each other as if they were made for one and other. You stood from the chair softly, smile still tight as you silently cheered on your friends.

In an effort to show your admiration to your fiancé, you turned to where he had just stood yet the yard was barren. This instantly took the smile from your face replacing it with worry. Had he gone again? Not to be seen for hours?

Leaving the jazz and laughter behind, you walked into the eerily silent house. It was empty save for your dog which you had gotten to keep you company all those years. You started with the entryway then the kitchen yet no sign of Will. Finally hearing a soft thump from the floor above you, you began your way upstairs to the bedroom where he awaited.

“William?” You whispered, slowly moving the door open with your fingers.

“Y-yes, I’m here.” He responded from within.

Your feet hesitantly trailed inside, eyes uncertain of what it may see. He sat with his back to you, crouched over attending to something on the floor.

“Are you oka-“

“I just needed a moment, is all.” He quickly shut you off.

Silence befell you both as the soft pangs from the vibrations of the music outside sounded throughout the room. Whenever he was like this you had zero idea how to comfort him. It was like he was a rose, beautiful but hurt to touch. Moments would pass before either of you would speak again.

You stood in place in front of the door as Will rose from the bed, car keys in hand. You starred at his clenched fist as he crossed the room to retrieve his jacket.

“Where are you going?” Seemingly not hearing your question, Will continued stopping in front of you, waiting for you to clear his path.

“Will,”

“I need to go.” He refused to make eye contact with you.

“William, please.”

“Move.” He muttered.

You didn’t speak. You had never seen him like this. His hands clenched tight, arms rigid and unmoving. It scared you for he was almost unrecognizable.

The next moments would go by in a flash. Will would slam the keys on the stand next to you, turning his back to you. You jumped backwards at the speed of his movements. His back seemed to rise and fall abnormally like he was out of breath. He moved across from you, resting his hands on the dresser that stood on the opposite wall.

Despite every bone in your body telling you to leave him, you stayed. You slowly began to move his timid breathing. You now stood behind him, hands hesitantly moving up his back but not touching it out of fear. “Will?” You murmured, finally trailing his muscles. “Baby?”

His back jumped at your touch before slowly relaxing. You felt it vibrate under your fingertips as he seemed to speak. “Hmm?”

It was then he would turn around, eyes slowly trailing up your form to meet with yours. They seemed to scream at you yet he stood perfectly still inches in front of you. Both your bodies pulled towards each other in a almost mindless motion.

Your hands carefully rose up to cup his face bringing towards yours. You both would envelope into a small kiss as if you both were slowly testing a invisible waters within each other. Slowly backing up towards the bed, you both helped the other undress.

Your fingers would make a symphony of his scars as you caressed his chest. He touched you as if you had blossomed into something new, marking words into your flesh to be revised later. You knew he’d come back yet he showed you he had never left. He showed you he had never truly left, that his touch had resided on you, his words traced your being.

He may have been through death itself yet you loved the man who walked out of it. And his touch assured you that you’d find him, wherever he was.

✄ ｍｈａ ｃｈａｒｓ ａｓ ｒｕｐｉ ｋａｕｒ ｑｕｏｔｅｓ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣/𝙖

deku

if you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise

shoto

the world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it

katsuki

to hate is an easy lazy thing but to love takes strength everyone has but not all are willing to practice

touya

when death takes my hand, i will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.

denki

i know i should crumble for better reasons but have you seen the boy he brings the sun to its knees every night

denki kissing ur stretch marks asking you to promise to never do it again for him ok? 🥺

him 100% listening to kpop but he’s also an avid kdrama watcher and sometimes him & katsuki exchange recs

his birthmarks consisting of little lightening bolts

he’s bi4bi and t4t hate to say it

him shooting lil shocks through you when he cums

imagining shoto confessing his love for you at the most inconvenient times. like you could be in the middle of the mcdonald’s drive through or taking a shit and he’ll just be staring at you. then when you finally ask him what, he’s just like “i will always love you.” in the most heart wrenching tone. obviously you say it back but that doesn’t make it any less funny.

✎ ２０ ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙙𝙨𝙢

・❥・

you guys hadn’t even been going at it for that long. you were only 20 minutes in and he was already getting squirmy. you smirked, he was so cute. he was holding on tight to your right hand. his hair was damp against his forehead. “youre doing so good.” you praised him, trying to prevent your voice from trembling. he began getting louder, his soft whimpers only making you want to go faster.

he turned his head to the left, his expression contorting, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small cry. “baby~” you spoke lowly, the noises of both of your bodies smacking eachother getting louder and louder. you stick two of your fingers in his mouth, trying to get him to last longer. you take your fingers out as spit dribbled onto his chin. you leaned down and engulfed him into a deep kiss. your lips muffling his whines. you could feel his eyebrows furrow as he desperately was trying to return the kiss as if this kiss would stop his world from crumbling.

after a good ten seconds you released him, slowly raising your head above his, both of you panting. you could see a string of spit connecting both of your lips. normally you’d think this was disgusting but at this point anything he did was hot. you began to kiss his jaw and neck, making sure to nibble his smooth skin along the way. this was a bad idea because he quickly became much more fidgety. “i- i need...” he stuttered out quickly. you cupped his cheeks and looked him in his eyes. “ hold on alittle longer okay?”

you then laced your left with his right hand and wrapped your right hand around his throat. you started to move faster, tightening your grip on him slightly. he began to rub his feet together, this is what he usually did to prevent himself from giving in. “this was gonna be a long night,” you thought as you felt yourself tighten around him. but there was no way you was going down this easily.

“She looks fucking gorgeous.” Shoto opted not to respond to the comment choosing instead to focus on the soft rain that cascaded down his window pane.

With the soft plat! of the magazine on his wooden desk, however, Shoto begrudgingly made eye contact with his former classmate.

He had previously sat comfortably in his chair but now he shifted with uncertainty as the air around him squeezed him in shame.

“She does.” He agreed, looking down at the braided coils and brown skin that donned the magazine cover.

The soft plattering of water echoed on the walls around the two men as neither looked up from the thin paper booklet.

“You fucked up letting that one go.” The hero spoke again after a few beats. The palpable energy in the room rivaled that of a battle zone. Two men who seemingly once had everything and lost it all.

“There’s nothing better you have to do, Bakugo?”

“Ha, then rub this shit in your face?” Shoto let out a sigh.

“Y’kno, when you got her in the end, I swallowed my pride for her sake,” He smirked but his red eyes glowed in the dark room, screaming with something deeper than petulant contempt. “Turns out I gave her up for some righteous bastard who doesn’t even know what he got.“

The wind swirled outside as Shoto sat in silence in the dimmed room. He knew he was right.

“Fix it.” He spat.

shoto learning to cornrow your daughter’s hair

you putting him on brent, party and bryson

you playing kirk franklin and him knowing the whole song

him finally moisturizing his dry ass skin when you put him on lotion

you braiding his hair for fun one day

his favorite feature of yours either being your lips or ass

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yooo i try ahaha 🙈 im glad you liked it

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