#also if you haven’t read the story of Cupid n psyche pls do it’s so good

[crybaby-bkg]

I love mythology so much and it’s taking everything in me to not write a full fledge fic about a Cupid and Psyche au omfg

justttttt Cupid Bakugou who is just so, so fucking beautiful. he’s always been recorded by other mortals for being akin to sunlight himself—all golden hues and sharp angles and high cheekbones and massive wings. wings that span as wide as an entire village, that sparkle when the light hits them, loud when they beat to send him soaring into the skies above. but his mouth? his attitude?

everyone always wonders why he was never the god of war, instead. but he’s damn good at his job, with his arrows propped up on his back, swift with discharging them into another stupid mortal who’s fallen for the local towns idiot. but hey, they’re in love, and it’s his job to enforce that love go over well.

and then he sees you—the most beautiful mortal, that you’re even compared to the gods, to his mother. he wants you so bad, if not to treasure and keep you against his side as he travels over the oceans cold waters, than to keep you safe from the vile men who want you as their partner and the disgusting women who envy you for having it all.

omg and the part where he takes you to stay in his palace and asks you not to ever look at his face???? it’s killing him, to wear that mask to your nightly dinners, to be able to look at the soft curve of your mouth when you frown and ask him to reveal himself. to be able to look at how you stare back at him, eyes pretty and furious, frustrated and mad, wanting to go back on the conditions you agreed upon because having to sit across from him without seeing him is absolute torture. I am. vibrating.

#I’m so sad bc I’ve been having so many ideas without having the energy to actually write them #I know it’s bc this past semester was hard on top of other things #but I really just wanna get back into the groove of things #but yes omg I LOVEEEE mythology #I’m taking a mythology class next semester and I’m genuinely so excited for it!!!! #would not be surprised if I started an entire mythology series on ao3 after that class LOL #I’ve written war god bkg before and I loved it #omg it pissed me off so bad when ppl were like “war god bkg is so cliche 🙄’ #girl eat my dick HOW ABOUT THAT #I also kinda love psyche bkg too ngl #I sat here for like an hour tryna figure out which one he could be lmfao #bc him as psyche where he’s SO beautiful and is so pissy about not being able to see you UGH he’d be such a brat and I’d love it #also if you haven’t read the story of Cupid n psyche pls do it’s so good #I’m sorry I’m talking so much I just really love mythology #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬

[xuhoon]

paper roses

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author’s note: i’ve been wanting to post this fic for a while! i’m gonna start with 1128 words first and then make more parts :). also, y/n/n means your nickname or a shortened version of your name. example: chloe -> chlo

fluff, 1128 words, my minghao college au! everyone wants a punk hao

Adjusting to college wasn’t as hard as you thought but going to your local community college and living at home isn’t “the college experience” everyone talks about. You wake up, go to class, and head home. There isn’t a reason to stay and chat. Nobody talks anyways, they just want to leave. At least you’re in the honors program with people looking to further their education with a transfer. In two years, you’ll have a fresh start somewhere new. Somewhere further from home.

It wasn’t your first choice, and you completely loathed the idea of going to a community college. It isn’t as luxurious as a state university, but you only got one acceptance letter from your not-so-obvious last choice. You knew you would get in, but it didn’t feel right, so you declined. That university doesn’t need to know that they were the only yes.

You’re a smart kid, staying in top level classes throughout high school and getting mostly B’s and A’s. AP classes weren’t your thing, so you only took classes you knew you could handle and still be challenging. Unfortunately for you, the top universities in California only accept GPA’s above a 4.0. You knew that your 3.7 was still pretty great, but it broke you inside to be seen as less than your potential. Just because you weren’t top of your class meant your dreams were wrecked.

Fast forward, you end up enjoying your transition to community college and found a new plan and a new dream. Along the way, you’ve met some interesting people. You used to think that community college was for the sellouts and the kids who don’t care—but that isn’t true. Most kids do care and want to pursue higher education, hence the honors program.

There is one kid you met that fulfills your stereotype. At least, he did at first. He’s in your English literature class but rarely shows up and is late if he does at all. Back in September when your class started, he wasn’t there on the first day. He’s unlike you: as a good student, you do the reading every night and show up for the daily quizzes every time.

Minghao, with his bleached blond hair pushed back, some tattoos on his left shoulder, and a necklace he wears all the time, does not. The first time you talked was in October. You feel a light tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, I fell asleep, what are we talking about?” Minghao sleepily grabs your shoulder to spin you around to face him.

“I’m trying to pay attention, you’d understand if you read the story.” You swung back around, suddenly feeling the guilt pile up in your chest.

“Y/n, please.” He pleaded with his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. It worked.

“Minghao, no. I’ll talk to you after class okay?”

“You’re the best!” He smiled brightly and went back to his nap, but was quickly awoken by your teacher’s famous final words: “Okay class, next time we meet…”

Just because you sat in front of him, he expected your help. If anyone else was sitting there, would he ask the same thing? It had been a month since class started, but you wondered how many classes Minghao had actually attended. With a skip in his step and a smile plastered on his face, he trailed behind you as you found a nice shady spot under a large tree. The quad was expansive and covered with green grass and brittle leaves. Kids were coming and going from the surrounding buildings.

“Okay, it’s after class. Why did you pick me?” You shifted your things to make sitting on the ground more comfortable.

“You just so happened to be sitting in front of me today.” Minghao sheepishly shrugged as he knew you expected that more or less. I knew it.

“What do you want, Minghao?”

He ran his fingers through his blond locks, taking every detail of your face. “I’ve never really seen you, Y/n.”

“Wow, that’s rude. We’ve been in the same class for a month and you claim you haven’t seen me. Whenever you show up, if you do at all, you sit behind me and there are plenty of open chairs.” You scoff, collect your things, and set off to leave him. As you stand, you say, “I guess you are a punk, huh?”

“Hey now, I’m punk, not a punk.” He stands as well, towering over you.

“Same difference, punk. How are you in an honors class?” And with that, you turned and walked away.

Minghao yelled after you, “HEY Y/N! WHAT’S THE DATE TODAY?” He was going to remember this day.

“October 3rd.” You were, too.

As you walked away towards the bus stop, Minghao opened up his planner and wrote down next to October 3rd: Finally had the balls to talk to her. She wore my favorite pink sweater of hers.

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On your way home on the bus, you played the moment over and over in your head. He was wearing a muscle tee he obviously cut himself, as the “sleeves” were just giant holes showing off his upper half. An infinity sign laced his left shoulder. He was incredibly fit as shown by his toned arms and torso. Why am I thinking of him and his bleached blond hair? His deep brown eyes? His gorgeous smile? Shit.

Minghao was a punk, he barely came to class. But he also hung out with that punk crowd. It was mostly a fashion choice; he and his friends were extremely fashionable. He wasn’t your ideal friend… or whatever you were thinking, but he never left your head. When you got home, you paced around the living room as you talked aloud to yourself.

“I mean, who does he think he is? Why would he talk to me? Me! I’m nothing special. He doesn’t even come to class! What could he possibly want? Help in the class? It’s too late for that, we move forward every class. He can’t make up the quizzes, he’s missed too many. Has he even received a solid grade on one of those? Wait. Why do I care?” You felt your phone buzz in your hand as your thoughts were interrupted. “What the fuck is he texting me for and how did he get my number?”

The text read: hey y/n/n, its hao. what do we have to read 4 tonite?

Y/n: how did you get my number?

Minghao: dw bout it

You groaned at that response. Really, Hao? You thought mockingly to what he referred to himself as.

Y/n: also, don’t call me “y/n/n” 

Minghao: ok but pls call me hao, it’s cuter. so whats the reading?

Y/n: Cupid and Psyche

Minghao: thx a bunch!! <3

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