bakugou makes me so insane like i think he's so choppy and awkward and weird about expressing his feelings for you and he is physically incapable of doing it straightforward—but he will offhandedly gruff out the most romantic things to you.
you're sitting on the kitchen counter as he's chopping veggies for dinner, and he'd brought home the awful news that sero and his long-time—long, long-time—girlfriend had just broken up, and you're like—
"man, that's so sad," frowning down at your feet as you kick them out, glancing over at how focused katsuki is on cutting equally sized potatoes. "can you imagine having to get out in the dating pool after so long? i wouldn't know where to start."
and he's in the zone, so you get a simple hum in response.
now, you don't mean it when you say it, at all, but to be a little shit you poke him lightly in the butt with your toe and wiggle your finger when he glances up at you, at the soggy band-aid wrapped around the tip. "maybe you need to get back out there," you tease, raising your eyebrows when he frowns. "maybe you'll find someone that doesnt nearly cut their finger off in the kitchen or someone that isn't such a crybaby."
it earns you an ugly look, talking like that, and he huffs out his annoyance before going back to the task at hand. "shut up, as if you weren't fuckin' made for me."
and he says it so—unbothered, doesn't even look back at you when your legs finally still and you're stuck just staring at him. because he's too worried about his stupid potatoes.
"what?" you ask, trying not to let your lower lip jut out because he'll hear the tears in your voice right away. "what do you mean?"
katsuki looks anyway, just glances, but at the sheen to your eyes and how big they've gotten, he straightens up immediately. he's alarmed, for a moment, but then it seems to settle what he's said out loud, and he hikes his shoulders up to his ears and pointedly looks away. "y'know what i mean."
and then he scowls and grits his teeth and his cheekies turn so red as you burst into tears.
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cowboy Eddie m'lady? 🫴🏻 cowboy Eddie for me, m'lady?
I don't care if it's really cowboy!au or just going to spirit Halloween/goodwill and getting him all dressed up
actually I might prefer the later because you know that man makes you roleplay in bed and youve dressed up as some elvish princess in peril enough times– he can put on the damn cowboy boots
standing at his mirror like 🧍🏻😐 I look ridiculous
but you're like 😏 idk... it's doing it for me. where's your lasso at?
+18 mdni
as brash and fearless as Eddie is, somewhere between the assless chaps and the black cowboy hat, he feels ridiculous. he stays in the closet, hiding, and it takes some real cajoling on your side of the room to coax him out.
it really doesn’t help his ego when you start giggling; he gets all sulky and acts like he’s gonna go back into the closet when you tug at his arm, quick to reassure- “no, no, not laughin’ at you, baby, promise- you look hot. c’mon. turn around and let me see the back.”
faux-stroppy, Eddie crosses his arms in his silver star-spangled vest, bare chest peeking out from underneath. “i feel objectified.”
“tough. welcome to my world. give us a spin.”
you clap your hands, equal parts delighted and devious as Eddie turns away from you, facing your reflection in the mirror- “i knew those would be a good fit. although, maybe…”
you mold yourself against Eddie’s back, cool leather against your thin nightie, winding one arm around his chest, the other trailing down, down, down…
Eddie lets out a very un-cowboy-like whimper as you palm over the bulge at the front of his chaps.
“…not such a good fit right here.”
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