A Dream With A Baseball Player
a dream with a baseball player
super short fluff, inspired by faye webster's song a dream with a baseball player!! let me know if i ate or whattt
baseball player!megumi x reader
you woke up, again, for the nth time. a flustered mess. your cheeks dusted a light pink, and your heart beating harshly against your ribcage. each dream more soaked in his presence than before.
snap out of it y/n! this is creepy now!!
burying your face in your hands, you whispered to yourself in your mind, like someone would hear you. like HE would.
it had been 2 full weeks since the incident, and yet, here you were like the stupid romantic you were, swooning over dreams about this guy. a guy you had NO idea whom he was, what his name is, or even what he looked like. there had been one interaction - if you could even call it that - and the rest were all in your dreams.
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you were walking down the street after grabbing your favourite drink from a café you adored, sipping silently as you stepped to the beat of the music that was playing in your earphones, faye webster. then in an instant, you were on the floor. knees scraped, hands chafed and your delicious drink SPILT. you scoffed and looked to the side, where the culprit had ran off, like he didn't even see you, when you heard a low but soft voice speak out.
'you okay?'
curiously, you looked up, to be BLINDED by the most gorgeous navy blue eyes you had ever seen. and those dark strands sticking out through the cracks of his baseball helmet. ethereal. what a shame his face was covered by his collar.. you just know he would be gorgeous, you didnt even notice his hand stretched out to help you up until he coughed, eyes narrowing slightly and pulled you out of your admiring trance.
'ah! sorry i- um. thankyou!'
the words spilling out your mouth before you could even register them, as you stood up with his help, your right hand in his left, the unfamiliar warmth residing on your palm and fingertips for a second too long, but your eyes never leaving his.
'm'sorry about my friend, he has no spatial awareness..'
with that, he was gone, chuckling as he followed behind his group of friends, your gaze never left the back of his helmet, watching as he hit the top of a pink-haired boy's head.
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you sighed dreamily as you looked down at your right hand, missing a certain someone's presence. slowly as you settled back into your duvet cover, a plushie in your arms, nestling your face into its soft fur.
how could you fall in love with someone you dont know?
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btw i was reminded of this when reading bratz gf by @ dollbrbie
THEYRE SO AMAZING IM HIGHKEY A FAN
NO way i just posted smth i feel sick
he might be the love of my life
oh my days i love him
repost :p
a knock on your boyfriend, bakugo’s door of his dorm room causes a groan to escape his lips, unwrapping his arms from you where you were both previously cuddled up while watching a movie on your laptop.
“who’s that?”, you ask, still laid up in his bed as you watch him get up while marching to his door with pure attitude.
“probably them damn extras again.”, he complains with a grumble, opening his door to find kaminari, kirishima and sero stood there with large smiles on their faces.
“what’s with your goofy faces? and why are you knocking on my door at 10pm?”, he questions, a scowl plastered on his face.
“we were wondering if you wanted to come play this new game with us?”, kirishima asks, holding up a video game you know your boyfriend has been wanting to try out for a while now.
he leans against the doorframe, “well, i’m with my girlfriend right now.”
“yeah but you’ve wanted to play this for a while, right? i’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”, kaminari reasons, sero nodding along with him.
letting out the biggest sigh he could, bakugo replies, “yeah whatever, let me ask her.”, shutting his door halfway so the boys couldn’t see bakugo’s little act he was about to pull off.
“you can go if you want, i don’t mind.” you say softly, turning your head away from the movie you were just watching. you really didn’t mind if he wanted to hang out with his friends since he spent majority of his time with you anyway.
he frowns at your response, mouthing a ‘be quiet’ before opening the door once again after a minute or so, seeing their anticipated smiles.
“yeah she said no.”, bakugo shrugs through his lie nonchalantly, causing you to whip your head back around at him while furrowing your brows.
was this man trying to make his friends hate you?
“well, do you really need to be asking your girlfriend for permission, dude? seems kinda toxic..”, kaminari starts, scratching the back of his head with an awkward look on his face.
“are you questioning her?”, bakugo questions, his voice slightly raised as he holds his usual angry face when anyone mentions anything he doesn’t like about you.
he’s always been protective like that. although, you do wonder if that’s the reason why most of the boys seem a little too cautious around you and always refuse to train with you. bakugo always tells you not to worry about it.
“nah, course not, bro. we’ll play another time it’s fine.”, kirishima steps in, holding his hands up while giving a light hearted laugh, trying to cool bakugo’s behaviour.
“yeah, yeah, fine. whatever.”, bakugo rolls his eyes, shooing off his friends before turning back to you, the angered expression he once had completely wiped off.
his sight finally falls back onto you as he walks back over and getting comfortable in his bed again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest as he interlocks his legs with yours.
if anyone saw the position bakugo was in now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. angry, aggressive bakugo laid up with a girl, holding onto her so gently as he kisses her forehead, watching some bullshit movie you know he has no interest in watching, and all for his sweet little girlfriend who everyone now seems to think holds him hostage so he can’t hang out with his boys.
and all because he simply just wants to spend all his time with his girlfriend.
“you’re such a lover boy.”, you smile at him, knowing how embarrassed he gets when you say things like this.
“shut up.”, he grumbles, partly hiding his face in the covers as he continues watching the movie with you, back where he wanted to be.
he knows you’re right. you have this man absolutely whipped for you and he couldn’t even care less about it.
© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work
MY BABYYYY
・ LIME GREEN JELLO 勝己 爆豪 » ❪ KATSUKI BAKUGOU ❫
word count. n/a.
content warning. f!reader. smau. injured!katsuki. hospital. profanity. a little bit of PTSD sprinkled in there. people coding (dying).
a dream would not have been placed in your heart,
if God knew you would not be able to fulfill it.
