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tired-teacher-blog · 2 months
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Bakugou has the sleeping schedule of a grandpa and rarely ever stays up late.
_ "Come on babe, it's almost nine already."
He refuses going to bed alone, and makes certain to drag you along with him before laying you down and collapsing on top of you.
_ "Yes yes, I'm coming." and you almost whine defeatedly as you force yourself off the couch, having long since given up on your night time fun watching TV.
It doesn't matter if you're still wide awake either, you're welcome to stay up for as long as you wish, just don't even try escaping his clutches since you'll never hear the end of it.
You're like his safety blanket or favorite pillow, and over the years of being together, he has grown accustomed to seeing your face last before drifting off to sleep, it has become the only way he can.
You scroll down a bit on your phone, eyes scanning the newsfeed while your other hand is absentmindedly playing with his blond hair.
It would be uncomfortable being squished underneath his weight like this, if not for his soft snores and warm breath tickling your neck as he nuzzles you there.
You struggle to shift a little in his deadly grip and place your phone on the nightstand before sighing contentedly and wiggling even tighter in his warm embrace, it's almost ten now, fairly early to be frank, but your lids are getting heavier by the second.
Maybe it's the warmth radiating off your man, or the fact that you've started picking up his habits over the years without even knowing, but your body is already relaxing and eyes are slowly shutting down as you quickly fall asleep as well.
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sorrowfulrosebud · 4 months
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Part two of this
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“MAMAAAAAAAA!!” Your baby wailed as he runs to you, tiny feet pattering against the floor. Your head immediately snaps to your child, barely having time to snatch him into your arms as he jumps at you.
“What’s wrong, sweetpea?” You ask, checking him over for wounds. There was the telltale signs of teeth marks on his chubby little hands, the surrounding area a tiny bit pink. His cheeks wobbled with unshed tears as he sniffled into your neck.
“Did daddy get you again, baby?” You murmur to him, rocking your toddler. He lets out a pathetic sniffle as he plays with your hair.
“Mhm,” he whimpers pitifully. You roll your eyes slightly, knowing just how rough your husband can be. You know he doesn’t mean it, he just adores his baby and gets too riled up when playing.
“Shall mama tell daddy off?” You ask him quietly, holding his hand as you rubbed the soft skin. Your toddler thought for a minute before nodding his head. Katsuki’s blonde locks peeked round the corner, his muscular body following. His eyes widen and you can see the fear in his face when he figures out he’s been ratted on.
“You little snitch! You wanted to play hero’s and villains,” Katsuki grumbled as your son glares at him.
“Dada, it hurt!” He argues back. You have to try not to laugh as your two Bakugou’s bicker. Honestly, if you pitched your husbands voice down and blindfolded yourself, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.
“Mama, no laugh! Tell daddy off!” He pouts, cradling his ‘injured hand’. You wipe away your laughter and smile and try to glare at your husband. Katsuki was fighting for his life with his son, trying to excuse himself before stilling at your “glare”.
“Katsuki, what you did was wrong. He’s only little, you need to be more careful! Look at his hand,” you scold lightly. Katsuki didn’t even see the bite marks when he was playing with him.
“Shit, didn’t know I left a mark. You okay squirt? I’m sorry kid, daddy didn’t mean to nip you so hard,” his face slightly melts with guilt. His son’s hand was tiny in his own, as he lifted it to his lips and gave him a little kiss to make him feel better.
“Be caweful daddy, that weally hurt,” he sniffled. You nudge your son.
“Do you want to give daddy a hug? Show you’ve made up?” You murmur into his teeny ear. Your son nods as the tears begin again. Katsuki pulls his son close, kissing the side of his head as he sways with him for a bit.
“I’m sorry, kiddo. Daddy’ll be a lot more careful in the future,” he promised his son quietly. Your son sniffs and nods, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck. Katsuki kisses his son’s head as he settles down. Katsuki extends his arm to you, pulling you in for a family cuddle as your son repositions yourself.
“Have you learned your lesson sweetie?” You teasingly nudge your husband. Katsuki rolls his eyes, pulling you closer and kissing your cheek.
“Yeah yeah, no bitin’ the kid. Guess that means I have to bite you instead!” He lets out a grunt as he nips your cheek, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You try to escape, cursing Katsuki’s inhuman grip on your waist. Laughter spills from you all, Katsuki adding some biting noises to wind you up.
Katsuki alternates between nipping and kissing you gently, your cheeks and neck getting slowly more covered in slobber as your son chortles away. Katsuki lets you breath as he slowly turns to his son. He catches on immediately, squeaking as his father starts to pretend to eat him.
He was super careful of his teeth this time, alternating between blowing raspberries and attacking him with his nose whilst making eating noises.
“Dada stop!” Your son cackles, squirming from his father’s devilish laughter.
“HAHAHA, NEVER!!” Katsuki declares, pulling you closer to alternate between you two. As the sound of your combined precious laughter filtered through his ears,
Katsuki couldn’t help his own laughter.
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ectologia · 8 months
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♱ ˖ ࣪࿐𝒮𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒞𝒜𝑅𝐸 ؛ 𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊
𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ fluff ノ profanity
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“What the fuck are you doing.”
You jump when you hear the gruff voice from behind you, pivoting your head from the porcelain bowl to look at the stoic blonde leant against the doorway, his arms crossed as if he had caught you in the act of something mischievous. You smile at him through the drippy glaze of the face mask you were messily applying.
“Nothing..” you hum, turning back to face the mirror with a lacklustre giggle, now realising how silly you must look to him at the moment.
He steps forward, the small bathroom creaking wearily beneath his weight, “What are you doing to your face…” he asks with knitted brows and pursed lips, his eyes darting from the ominously sticky packet sat on the rim of the sink to your face, covered in a milky jelly-like sheen.
“Face-mask!” you hold the package up to his face with a bubbly grin, pinching it by the corner between your forefingers to avoid any more mess.
He snorts at your adorably simple answer, before allowing his eyes to scan over the mauled wreck of the packet.
“Rice milk face mask.. f’ dehydrated and rough.. baby girl, you don’t need this shit.” He slips the plastic from your fingers, slapping it back down into the sink dramatically in near disgust. “Your skin’s as soft as a baby’s ass-cheek.”
You titter at his descriptive wording, still inspecting the painted glaze across your face in the mirror.
“But it’s fun!” You stare at him with a light-heartedly blank expression, standing comedically stiff like a lego character to avoid the milky slime dripping onto your clothes. He scoffs and shakes his head, smiling down at the floor before tilting his head back up at you.
“It look’s like somebody’s just jizzed all over your face babe.”
“Hey! don’t say that, you’ll put me off.” He busies himself behind you, chuckling as you squeak like an angry mouse at his crude observation.
“Good, I hope I do. I’m tired of walking in ‘nd finding you doing weird shit to yourself all the time.”
He hears you sigh dramatically as he situates himself against your rear, raising his hands to cup the sides of your head to comb through your soft baby hairs.
“You just wouldn’t understand..”
He pinches the doughy flesh of your butt and scolds you when he sees you roll your eyes in the mirror.
“Understand what? wipin’ your face in shitty face masks and tryna’ water board yourself with ice cubes? Yeah, sounds like a fuckin’ party.”
You turn to him with vigour, clapping your palms onto his stubbly cheeks and rolling the flesh like play-doh “No, because your skin is literally perfect..” He grumbles as you stretch and pinch his face with your soft fingers, trailing your fingertips over his smooth forehead and inspecting his spotless skin. He huffs before taking your delicate wrists in his hands, tugging them away and holding them down by his sides.
“It doesn’t matter. ‘s just skin baby girl.” He tells you, smoothing a hand over the back of your skull gently. You’re so cute, he thinks to himself. He wants to kiss you so badly in the moment but would rather not have your face mask stuck to his chin. He unhands you and turns away, preferring not to torture himself any longer with the overwhelming need to have his tongue in your mouth. “Dinner’s ready by the way. Wash that shit off your face before you come downstairs, can’t be looking at you like that while i’m eating.”
He smiles when he hears you giggle from around the corner, padding downstairs with his phone in his hand as he orders you 10 more packs of the the same face mask.
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officialabortive · 9 months
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Bakugou is always glaring daggers at your cat. Its constant, especially when you're giving all your love and affection to the cat, curling up and cooing at the ball of fluff when you're supposed to be paying attention to him!
Katsuki gets jealous easily, which never fails to end in pouting. A lot of pouting. He'll sit on the couch, legs folded underneath him and arms crossed as he glares directly into a wall while grumbling to himself. Dramatically huffing all the while.
All hell broke loose the day he heard you say your cat was your "favorite boy"
"HUH?! The fuck do you mean?! Five fucking minutes ago he sat down next to you, and proceeded to lick his fucking balls!"
But you dont say a word, because you know. You know his dirty little secret.
He's completely unaware of how some mornings the rustling of sheets wakes you when he climbs out of bed. The fact that you're only feigning sleep at he stands by the windowsill in which your cat is perched. Watching as he gently strokes the fur on the cat's head. Getting a clear view of the smallest of smiles crosses Katsuki's lips as he witnesses big feline eyes slowly shut in contentment, and basks in the rumble of a deep purr.
He never saw your face the moment you realized his annoyance was all a facade. Really all just a little game he played.
Nor was Katsuki aware of all the times you watched him give a few quick pets when he thought you weren't looking.
But you won't say anything. Only try your damndest to hide the smile you can't quite keep down whenever he pretends to be angry at his (not so) secret little buddy.
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bbyseok · 1 year
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hold this for me
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pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
cw: ua students setting, gender neutral reader, swearing obviously, classmates/friends to lovers, bakugou is a tsundere through and through, i know the classrooms don’t have regular doors just bear with it.. slightly suggestive in the end, but this is just some mushy sappy shit for you all
analysis: you know, bakugou can do a lot with his hands. but he especially likes to hold things for you and only you.
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bakugou likes to hold stuff for you.
the first time you notice it is during a regular school day. the bell rings and that’s everyone’s cue to stand and depart from their desks to move on to lunch.
there’s the usual chattering from the dekusquad as they take their time to exit the classroom. bakugou and his friends aren’t that far off either, with the blonde grouching behind his gang as they move towards the door.
you’re trailing behind them leisurely, and that’s when you see it.
the door swings slightly and you’re about to raise your arm up to push it back to continue walking when a hand catches it and stops it from closing any further.
you blink once, twice—and see that the hand belongs to a certain blonde. bakugou stares at you a second too long; red irises unreadable before you hear his signature scoff and he turns away.
“you’re such a slow ass,” is all you get before he’s sauntering after his friends, and you narrowly dodge the door as it falls shut.
did he just hold the door open for you?
before you can call him out on it, he’s already down the hall, sneering at kirishima who had placed his hand on his shoulder.
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the second time you notice it is during training. the heat is sweltering—literally everyone is panting and sweating and you’re sure one of your classmates is gonna pass out from heat exhaustion.
thankfully, aizawa is nearly done with today’s session. it’s obvious that the sleep-deprived teacher isn’t fond of today’s weather either.
most of your classmates, along with yourself, had tossed your gym jackets aside on the floor, but with the session finished, you figure you might as well grab yours from the pile.
you turn and nearly crash face first into bakugou’s chest.
“ow-! bakugou? what’re you-” you splutter and barely have time to actually ask what he’s doing before he’s shoving your jacket into your arms. and then you splutter in surprise some more.
“here, dumbass.” that’s all he has to say, glaring down at you intensely. (seriously, is he always scowling? it’s like he’s staring into your soul or something.)
“oh- uh, thanks?” you gather your jacket into your arms and then tie it around your waist. shit, he’s still standing there. “…you really didn’t have to.”
his arms are crossed when you look at him again. “yeah, yeah. go drink water or something. you look like you’re gonna pass the fuck out.”
(yikes. maybe you were the one who looks like they’re gonna pass out from heat exhaustion if bakugou is wasting his time to tell you that.)
your nose scrunches up. “right.”
and before you can say anything else, he’s storming away, hands shoved in his pockets ‘n all. some of the others usher over to you, bombarding you with questions, and realization dawns on you.
“what’d he say to you?”
“did bakugou just give you your jacket?”
“did he say anything else?”
(despite all the talking, you also realize that had been bakugou’s own little way—albeit a little gruff—of telling you to take care of yourself.)
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the third time you notice is all it takes for you to actually realize it.
the entire class had somehow managed to plan out a night at the movies over the weekend. what is even more surprising to you is that kirishima had somehow convinced bakugou to go.
(what you didn’t know at the time was that kiri had actually teased the explosive blonde that he’d be sitting next you. bakugou for sure as hell wasn’t gonna allow that.)
you’re running a little late to the theater—you really should have left with the others at the same time but you decided to get ready a bit later than you should’ve.
by the time you’re entering the theater, the previews are already playing on the big screen. you squint and try to catch sight of your classmates, walking along the rows of seats.
“oi, dumbass,” bakugou sneers to grab your attention, and you blink at him. he’s seated at the end of the row, away from the others, though they wave at you once they see you. he speaks again so you can look back at him, “i held up and saved this seat for you. sit your ass down already.”
you stare at him for a couple of seconds, dumbfounded. he, bakugou katsuki, wants you to sit next to him? the question must be written all over your face because he scowls. “come on- fucking sit down already!”
if it weren’t for the darkened lighting, you might have seen the pink on his cheeks as you giggle and make yourself comfortable for the next hour or so. “thanks, bakugou! you really didn’t have to save me a seat, y’know.” it makes you feel all warm that he did, though.
he slouches in his seat (somewhat towards you) and shoves his cheek into his palm. “fuckin’ whatever,” he mumbles, trying to play it off, “if you talk too much during the movie, i’ll kick your ass.”
and as you cast him a sideways glance, you snort in amusement. “whatever you say, bakugou.”
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you realize he likes holding stuff for you.. even if vehemently denies it with everything he has. with every fiber of his being. just like how he is right now with a bouquet of flowers.
“it’s not like it’s anything special! just fuckin’ take it, dumbass!” he threatens, looking at anything and everything but you, “‘fore i change my goddamn mind.”
he’s awkwardly standing in the doorframe of your dorm room after you had answered his knocking. he’s in his regular clothes, nothing too fancy, but you’re looking at him like he had just offered you the world.
“well?” his voice is loud but clearly racked with uncertainty, and you’re pretty sure that if he holds the flowers any longer they’re gonna burn up.
your heart flutters at his flustered state, and you decide to relieve him of his nervousness, however cute it makes him, and take the flowers from him with a genuine smile. “i love them. thank you, katsuki.”
his eyes then meet yours all wide before he’s grumbling again. “yeah, yeah. your welcome.”
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you decide to test it out, even though you’re now in a committed relationship with the red-eyed blonde.
now, bakugou is a refined chef. (or so he claims.) young man could whip up a lot of good meals thanks to his skills in the kitchen. so what does he do? he drags you over to help him.
though, it seems like some of the stuff you need is missing, so you go digging around the cabinets ‘n drawers as your boyfriend lingers over your shoulder.
“dumbass,” he grunts, “are you even sure it’s in there?” his tone is all accusatory as you start rummaging through one of the cabinets for a certain pot.
“i’m sure, ‘suki!” you insist, pulling and taking some things out. “hold on, hold this stuff f’me.”
all he does is grunt in confirmation and that’s all you need. sure, you can simply place them onto the counter but letting bakugou hold them for you is way more fun.
by the time you were done emptying out the cabinet, your boyfriend is balancing a complicated stack of pans, pots, and other tupperware in his arms. “the fuck, dumbass?” he scolds you, growling, “hold on-!”
you can’t help but burst into laughing until the small tower of stuff wobbles and you make a loud mess in the kitchen.
yes, he still likes holding stuff for you—even if you’re a little shit sometimes.
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now, you’re pretty confident that you know he likes holding anything for you. like, pretty confident. (it doesn’t hurt to still test it out, though. you like to keep him on his toes sometimes.)
you’re walking alongside him back to the dorms after a grocery run. it had first started as an adventure to grab bakugou’s precious spicy ramen and your favorite snacks, before his “stupid extras” of friends asked for some stuff too.
“katsu,” you coo at him to get his attention sweetly. you know it takes very little for him to listen to you, and you like to use that to your advantage. “can you hold this for me?”
bakugou turns his head and raises a brow expectantly at you. “tch. what is it?” he grunts, already willing.
you offer up your free hand with a stupid grin.
two seconds pass and then his face immediately flushes with the realization of what you want him to hold. “if you wanted to hold hands, you could’ve asked like a normal person, weirdo,” he grumbles, but he takes your hand nonetheless and twines your fingers with his.
you raise your joined hands together to press a kiss against his knuckles. “thanks, katsuki.”
his blush deepens as he tilts his chin up in feigned annoyance. “don’t even have to ask, idiot.” yet, there’s fondness that coats his voice.
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it’s in the dead of night that you ask bakugou katsuki to hold one more thing for you.
the moonlight dances over the expanse of bakugou’s room through the window. there’s the sound of crickets and their songs outside too.
but you and katsuki are only focused on each other, lost in each other’s touch. there’s only hushed whispers and soft caresses between the two of you.
and as you kiss him, you ask him to hold your heart.
which he gladly does, because if anything, bakugou katsuki loves to hold things for you.
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ayustuff · 4 months
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ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ | pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, a little angst maybe?, comfort, suggestive
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katsuki had been trying to sleep but he can feel your eyes seeing right through his soul. you have these eyes that stare intently at him whilst your eyebrows are knitted showing your grumpiness. your lips curled to a pout that katsuki grumbled about later. honestly, he doesn't know why you're acting like that, it's not like you two fought or anything.
he thinks again and debates his thoughts of what's the cause of your grumpiness yet nothing comes to mind. and not long before he even realizes it he was looking at you, you still have the same intense expression on your face though katsuki looks so softly at it.
after minutes he decided not to look through your behavior anymore, "yeah, just fucking wake me up when you want something. fuck." he says with no aggression but a possible of adoring, he might have found you quite cute whenever you're angry. he turned to face the wall, as he was about to fall asleep he felt a hand travelling from his waist to his abdomen.
his eyes shot open, you were taking off his sweats.
"what the fuck-" he looks at you with disbelief. katsuki sits up, still haven't figured out your wierd behavior. there's a couple of seconds of silence where you two read eachother's faces. katsuki is one to break the tension by humming then he pulls his sweats back on, his hard length still showing a little bit from his waist band. "y/n-"
he gets cut off, "you said wake you up when i want something."
"yeah, but…" his voice trails off as he realizes what's going on. maybe he was a little busy at work that he'd ended up coming home for dinner, a shower, then a limited time of cutesy bonding, at last a cuddle with you to deep slumber.
he released a deep sigh, his heart warming with slight guilt. crimson eyes droop down a little to look at your figure, his arms slowly wraps around your waist. there was silence but it was a pleasant feeling. closing his eyes, he feels your soft body against him.
a long gentle kiss was planted on your forehead, he said no words but you can feel by his body that he's sad of himself. you chuckled and hugged him tight, your grumpiness dissolving. nuzzling in his neck, his scent floods onto you. "'m sorry, was too exhausted with work."
you hummed in response.
"barely got to touch you this week." he grumbles, his guiltiness still lingers.
you kiss his cheek accompanied by a nib, a try to assurring him. "'s okay. you can pay me by cockwarming you to sleep, hehe~"
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tteokdoroki · 11 months
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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— marry me + katsukl bakugou.
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૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — katsuki bakugou knows two things for certain. that he loves you and that he’s not afraid of anything… so why are these two simple words so hard to say?
⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, fluff, high school sweethearts, proposals, pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader.
⭑ words — 2.2K.
⭑ notes — ok so this is an older commission that was clearly written for valentines day but i loved writing it and its super sweet and i think bakugou deserves some sweetness on his birthday so pls take it and enjoy!! ( thank you to @quaranweeb for letting me post!) - m.list ✩
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love is weird. 
love makes you do crazy things. 
at least that’s what bakugou thinks, standing here, in the middle of a cotton candy pink shopping aisle— bombarded with obnoxious and in your face bouquets of roses and cards with love hearts or corny messages inside. there’s an entire day dedicated to the celebration of love— rolling around every year instead of being celebrated constantly throughout. he finds it weird.
but here he is, a little lost and confused in the middle of an aisle dedicated to valentine’s day looking for the perfect bunch of flowers, the perfect card, the perfect little gift for the most perfect person who has ever stepped foot into his life. 
you.
you’re something, someone, worth indulging even on this silly holiday. you’ve given katsuki more love than he could ever ask for and more than he thinks he deserves. so, of course he’d want to spoil you with his big plans today, even if they make him nervous or cause a burning bright red blush to spread across his cheeks and neck just at the thought of them. big plans on the day that couples play charades and pretend that they’re happy for the sake of social media. pretend that they’re like you and him— eternal, well and truly in love. 
katsuki bakugou used to hate valentine’s day , never believed in the commercialisation of it all— nor the kids in class squealing over who had gotten love notes or little chocolates in the shapes of hearts and cupid’s arrows. it almost embarrassed him, to have people he’d never met fawn over him and confess their affections towards the blonde. he didn’t deserve it, he had always thought. 
loving someone isn’t supposed to fix you, it’s not a tool but instead something beautiful to be shared. yet somehow, on that valentine’s day all the way back in katsuki’s third year, you’d mended him. put a bandaid on his broken heart and healed him when you confessed your admiration for him— how strong he was, how brave he was despite all that he’d been through. your speech had been heartfelt, not superficial, meaningful in the way that made the blonde feel like his soul was being seen for the first time. 
you’d taken his hands, albeit a little sweaty, under one of the winding trees outside of the U.A dorms and said. ‘i like you, katsuki, even if you don’t feel the same— or can’t say it back. i want you to know that i like you.’ there was no pressure in your voice or whiny insistence like the other’s who had been in your position…even back then katsuki had known you would love him for the rest of your life if given the chance. and he had known it too, murmuring his mutual feelings back to you under the grumbles that sat heavy on his tongue.
from there, he’d opened up a little more— accepted kisses from your sweet lips without flinching away again and craved the type of hugs where you buried your face into his chest because the scent of him comforted you. you embraced the cold together, passionate embers of your young romance keeping you warm for years to come, and now the chilly month of february has become his own solace. it holds his happiest memories, most of them pertaining to you.
but even after many years down the line with handfuls of valentines days underneath katsuki’s belt— he still stands in the middle of the cotton candy themed aisle, a diamond ring burning a hole in his pocket as he freaks out. he’s on the verge of tearing his hair out, deliberating on which flowers you might like the most for today. this day. the one that could determine the course of your lives together.
bakugou needed this day to be absolutely flawless. he’d ordered cheeses straight from italy and fruits from some of the highest rated farmers’ markets in japan just to make sure his girl got the best of the best. he’d even called up your mother from your hometown, asking her for the recipe to that strawberry shortcake you could never stop raving about. the cake that reminded you of summers back home before the chaos of high school and your pro hero career alongside the booming dynamight. 
‘you’re good to her, katsuki,’ your mother had praised him over the telephone line just hours prior, the blonde could practically hear her faint smile. ‘please, keep her happy. look after my little girl.’
it’s only after he remembers those words, that katsuki decides on a beautiful arrangement of calla lilies, tulips and peonies— the symbols of romance, a declaration of his love to you. 
nothing in this life is promised, but the blonde swears he’ll do his best to look after you just like your mother had asked. 
for as long as you both shall live.
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“suki,” you breathe, hand on your beating heart, looking up at your boyfriend fondly. “what’s all this?” 
the minute you’d stepped in from work, dropped your duffel bag and locked the door behind you— scarred, rough yet tender hands had guided you deeper into your shared apartment only to arrive at a candlelit dinner set up in the centre of your tiny living room. bakugou rubs soothing circles into your bare arms, traces his infield and the shape of a heart around them before he speaks— his chest warm against your back while he towers over you. 
“made dinner,” he rasps against the shell of your ear, kissing just under it with the ghost of his lips. 
you turn your head then— away from the flickering candle wax flames and up into the heat of his vermillion eyes. a blistering shade of red like the colour of romance. “i can see that, suki,” you tease with a coy smile, as if you’ve already found him out. “you usually do. but this is…it’s just… it’s pretty. is there some sort of special occasion?” you’re right, he may have gone overboard. 
your special selection of flowers sits at the centrepiece of the table draped in a linen tablecloth, pink wax candles and the finest silverware accent the set up and of course— your favourite slow song plays in the background, it’s mellow tune vibrating in the air around you as you sway with your boyfriend under the warm yellow light. 
the way you stare up at him knowingly has the big bad hero in a shambles. you’ve always been able to get him like this— flustered and shy, shades of rose blossoming on his cheeks like that of a spring bloom. katsuki grumbles with faux annoyance, pinching your side harmlessly. “i just wanted to look after you, spoil you a little since you always take good care of me.”
your all-knowing expression shifts to one of adoration, the creases in your features softening as they’re masked with love for your blonde boyfriend. “oh, suki!” comes your swooning sigh before you stand on your tiptoes and do your best to reach up so you can plant a smooch on his cheek. bakugou grants you some mercy, bending down so you can reach him— long, curly lashes fluttering against his sun-spotted cheeks at your silent ‘i love you.’ 
he still can’t get over that, how much you love him— how you make sure to let him know that you do, in every single way possible. big or small.
“you wanna eat with me or not, princess?” he asks shyly, bristling with happiness when you kiss him again to show your agreement. 
the explosive pro hero is quick to take the rest of your things and have you seated, falling to his knees to undo your work shoes as he places loving kisses from your ankle up to your hand— more specifically, your ring finger. bakugou knows that you’re staring at him while he dishes up your three course meals. you’ve told him before, you loved to watch him cook— it’s the way his arms move and his lips twist into a concentrated pout and his gaze stays honed in on every movement of his knife against the chopping board. 
you’ve told him you admire him. you’ve praised him for every dinner he’s ever put in front of you— tonight is no different. over the orange-yellow hue of the candles, content lights up your pretty face with each mouthful you take of each course. your face twitches with excitement, doing a little jiggle of happiness when bakugou serves you up another plate— playing footsies with your boyfriend under the table all at the same time. when he sets the strawberry shortcake in front of you, you practically shiver with delight and latch onto katsuki’s hand to give it a squeeze. another silent i love you. even as you babble on about your day, your load of interns straight from U.A and how you’d had to clean up their messes. 
and even though you vent between bites of food, bakugou having to wipe the corner of your mouth with a gentle swipe of his thumb— there’s nothing but a motherly smile on your lips and a caring tone laced into your voice while you talk about them. you love your job and your students; you take care of everyone around you and it only makes the blonde want to pamper you more— make sure you’re cared for too.
katsuki is confident in his career as dynamight, as a hero and as your boyfriend— but cowardness creeps into his veins and he forgets about the ring in his pocket all throughout dinner. it was meant to be a big surprise for the end of it all, but every time he looks at you, his heart drops to his stomach or beats so fast he thinks it might tear a hole through his chest. you end up washing the dishes together, fingertips brushing beneath the cherry-blossom scented and soap sudded water in the sink. a tingle runs down bakugou’s spine whenever your hands touch in the slightest, your delicate fingers passing him wet dishes while he dries them for you. 
he can only hope for more sweet scenes of domesticity with you, he dreams of them throughout his day and when he lies next to you at night. katsuki bakugou is so in love with you it feels like he’s suffocating, like he’s desperate for air because all he wants to breathe in is you. all he wants to taste is you. all he needs is you. 
you’re still chattering up a storm, washing the last of the cutlery when the blonde hero drops to his knees a second time, fumbling around in his pocket for the ring.
“marry me.” bakugou whispers, so quiet that you almost miss it underneath the volume of water sloshing about in the sink and your own ramblings. 
“so anyways i was thinking about getting either you or izuku to help train up my interns some— wait what?”
swallowing thickly to level his strained and shaking voice, bakugou tries again. “marry me,” he repeats simply, forgetting his big speech and all of his words about forever, always and perfection. instead he holds out the engagement ring for you to see, smiling slightly as its glint matches the shimmer of fresh and surprised tears in your eyes. “i love you.” 
you nearly drop the soapy glassware you’d been rinsing off, letting katsuki pry it away from your unstable grip before you cup your own face. “b-bakugou! k-katsuki! i mean suki,” comes your reply, each name clinging to the ridges of your throat as your emotions choke you up. “are you serious? w-what are you doing on the floor? get up! k-katsuki bakugou, you better not be playing with me! stand up!”
but bakugou does not budge, setting the wine glass on the floor beside him carefully before he takes your hand with the same amount of care and slides the diamond ring onto the correct finger. “marry me. aren’t ya hearin’ me right? i love you, there’s no one else who’s loved me like you— maybe that’s a selfish reason t’want to marry ya…” his lips, though slightly chapped, brush over your knuckles with each word as if to seal them as an eternal promise into your skin. “but i’m in love with you. always have been. always will be…a-and i wanna spend the rest of my life by your side. so marry me. i love you.”
there’s a moment, a quiet one, where it feels like you’re the only two people in existence before you launch yourself at your boyfriend— swatting at him until he falls back onto his butt and you're able to crawl between his legs. you grab at his cheeks, the metal band of your ring cool against his handsome face as you tug katsuki into a slow and passionate kiss, pouring every word you can’t think to say into it. 
when you pull apart there’s soap suds lingering on his golden skin and a look of adoration etched across the slope of bakugou’s features. you take a moment to admire him, tears free flowing, blood rushing through your ears carrying happy hormones and whisper back— 
“i’ll marry you, stupid. i love you, too.” 
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kaidabakugou · 1 year
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bakugou would know when you’re getting sick before you even get the chance to tell him
he’d arrive home and find you cuddled up under some warm blankets while watching some rom-com, something that is not foreign for him to find you doing when he gets home late after a long day
but as soon as he leans down to give you a kiss he immediately stops in his tracks, vermilion eyes taking in every detail of your features that he’s memorized like the back of his hand. your lips already curling into a smile, mesmerized at how nothing gets past him when it comes to you
“you’re getting si-”, he starts to speak but before he can finish you’re interrupting him before he goes in full caretaker mode
“i already took some tea, and a spoonful of honey to calm my throat…” you say but all you get is a grunt in return beckoning you to continue, not completely satisfied with your answer
“… aaand i made a ginger and carrot elixir that is already cooling in the fridge to take later, plus i’m going to shower soon before it starts getting more chilly”
“hmm”, is all he answers before a cough erupts from your throat interrupting him again
“yeah… you’re sick”, he confirms as he brings his palm to press against your forehead and neck to check for a fever
“i got it under control, no need to worry”, you argue while leaning into his touch, the warmth from his palm making you feel at ease now that he’s home
“yeah right”, he chuckles while leaning down to give you the kiss he was originally going to
“wait!… you could get sick too”, you argue
“huhhh?!, you’re my wife…”, he says while still leaning in, cradling your face in his hands whilst rubbing his thumbs across your temples
“… in sickness and in health, remember?”, he whispers against your lips before pulling you into a fervent kiss, long and full of emotion making you smile against each other before pulling away as he softly drags his thumb against your bottom lip, watching as you gently kiss his digit before leaning more into his touch
“come ‘er”, he beckons while rounding the couch, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his waist while burying your head in the crook of his neck as he makes his way towards the bathroom to prepare a warm bath for the both of you
fully giving into him, knowing that it is futile to fight him when he’s determined to get you back to full health and will most likely be attached to your side for the next couple of days until he knows your back to your usual self
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bkgml · 1 year
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IM OBSESSED WITH BAKUGO BEINGS YOUR BROTHERS BEST FRIEND IDK WHY CAN YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS??
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i’m going to combine these asks cause i think that’s cute. 😊
also i saw someone nickname bakugo ‘kugo’ and i think that’s adorable so i’m STEALING.
“just one kiss?”
you liked to believe you lived your life to the fullest, though your brothers best friend could beg to differ.
*15 years prior*
it was your brothers first day of kindergarten. you, still being a year younger, tagged along with your mother to drop him off.
“mommm, this is boring. can we go to the park?” you begged, tugging on her hand.
“we have to drop off your brother first. be patient yn.” she smiled.
“bye mom! bye yn!” your brother cheered, dashing into the school.
your mother laughed, saying her goodbyes.
as the two of you turned to leave you bumped heads with someone.
“ow!” you whined.
“you ran into me!” you heard from in front of you.
“katsuki! don’t be a brat. apologize.” you looked up to see a blonde woman.
“mph! ‘m sorry, i guess…” katsuki kicked at the pebbles in front of him, avoiding eye contact.
“go on inside, i’ll see you later.” katsuki’s mother said, ushering him into the school.
katsuki ran in, leaving you alone with the two women.
“sorry about that. i’m mitsuki.” the boys mother said, shaking hands with your own mother.
“hey no harm, no foul. i’m m/n”
“i’ve never seen my katsuki avoid someone’s eyes before. maybe he has a little crush on her.” mitsuki said, looking at you.
*present day*
“i’m home! bakugous over!” your brother called from the front door.
“okay hun!” your mom answered.
“shit mina i gotta hang up, bakugous over.” you spoke into your phone.
“when are you going to make a move on him?” she teased.
“never! i can’t do that! he’d say no!” you whined.
you hear mina sigh through the speakers.
“we all see the way he looks at you.”
“glares at me.” you correct.
“whatever. you can just do it subtly then! see if you get his attention.”
you pause, thinking.
“…how would i do that?” you ask.
“i know just the thing.”
*downstairs*
“go! GO! come on b/n!” katsuki shouts, hands moving furiously over the controller.
“shit! my bad.” your brother apologizes dropping his controller.
“yeah it is. you’re trash.” katsuki says, walking to the kitchen.
“hi b/n!” you say, coming down the stairs.
“hey.” he says, not looking up from his phone.
you walk into the kitchen seeing katsuki standing there with his back to you. he’s on his phone, drinking some water he got from the fridge.
you stop and sigh, nervous for him to see you.
you saunter to the cupboard in directly in front of him, nerves concealed as you get on your tiptoes and try to grab a glass.
“hey, bakugou?” you call, back still turned.
“hm?” he asks, eyes lifting from his phone.
his words get caught in his throat as he sees you. tight shorts that hug you in all the right places and a tank top to match.
“kugo?” he snaps out of his daydream seeing you with your arms crossed in front of your chest.
he takes a sharp inhale.
“yeah?” he asks, voice sounding strained.
“can you help me grab a glass?” you say sweetly.
he nods and approaches the cupboard, expecting you to shuffle out of the way. you don’t.
he reaches his arm up, grabbing a glass. all while keeping eye contact with you.
god you look so perfect, he wants to smooch your face.
“thanks!” you say, going to reach for the glass.
he pulls it slightly out of your reach and you look at him, confused.
“i don’t get a thank you?” he smiles. inching closer to your face.
“you already got one.” you smile back, inching closer as well.
now that he’s caught off guard you swipe the glass out of his hand and smile, leaving him without a kiss.
his head falls forward and he sighs.
you open the fridge and get your water, laughing at him.
“bye kugo.” you grin going back upstairs.
*summer vacation*
the bakugous have a lake house they spend their summer at.
this year, you and your brother are invited.
“THIS IS SO GREAT!” mina cheers.
“a lake house, that’s so romantic! especially after he almost kissed you!” she flops on your bed.
“i know, i hope we get together before everyone comes up for the last weekend.” you say, throwing clothes in the duffel bag you’re taking with you.
“you will! he won’t be able to resist you after you teased him like that!” she grins.
“good on you by the way. making him chase you.”
“it took a lot of willpower to back away.”
“b/n! y/n! the bakugous are here!” your mom calls.
“i’m so nervous!” you whisper-shout.
“don’t be! you’ll be great! see ya!” she says, as she leaves.
you head down the stairs. duffel bag thrown over your shoulder.
“hi kids!” mitsuki says, hugging you and your brother.
“hi mitsuki!” you say.
“alright yn, you sit in the back with katsuki. i want to talk with b/n about university!”
you and katsuki look at each other slyly.
you all get in the car and your brother and mitsuki talk the whole time.
you sit on your phone, watching katsukis leg bounce impatiently.
you decide to text him.
y/n: nervous?
he shoots you a look before typing back.
kugo: why the hell would you think that?
y/n: your leg.
he looks down and groans ceasing the movement of his leg.
kugo: it’s your fuckin fault.
y/n: yeah? how?
he glares at you over his phone.
kugo: tease.
you smile at him and he huffs and looks out the window.
to katsuki the car ride seems like it took ages. he kept shooting glances at you and you would always smile back at him. it was exhausting for him.
*lake house*
“fuck this is high man.” your bother says to katsuki.
“don’t be a pussy. just jump.” katsuki encourages.
“okay, okay. fuck!” he yelps as he grabs the rope and swings off the cliff.
“guess it’s your turn.” katsuki says. turning to you, eyes roaming down your soft skin in your cute bikini. god you’re killing him.
“i don’t know, kugo.” you say warily, looking at him nervously.
“what? don’t say you’re too scared.” he grins.
“i am not! but it’s just… really really high.” you whine.
he thinks, looking a little nervous.
“c’mere.” he says reaching out to you.
“hm? ah!! katsuki!” you squeal as he grabs you from under your arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.
“this okay?” he asks holding you with one arm and the rope with the other.
you nod, quietly. shooting him a shy smile.
“you’re so pretty like this.” he says.
“yeah? you think so?” you smile, looking at him.
“uh huh. calling me katsuki, looking so good in your little ‘kini. makes me want to jump off a cliff.” he grins.
“what?- OH MY GOD!” you shriek. arms and legs tightening around him.
he swung right off the cliff, laughing as he did so.
he liked the feeling of you clinging to him for protection. face hiding in his neck, soft skin against his.
he let go of the rope and wrapped his arms around you.
the two of you land in the water together and he lets go so you can swim up to the surface. both of you immediately missing the warmth of the others skin.
“oh my god! that was awesome!! can we go again?” you squeal.
“i’m not climbing that shitty mountain again.” he says, swimming back to the boat.
*one week later*
you’re doing your weekly checkup with mina. telling her about what happened on the cliff.
“WHAT? you should’ve kissed him!!” mina yelled.
“i know but i couldn’t, my brother was probably watching us from the water.” you sighed.
“yeah, i guess you’re right. he said you’re pretty though!!”
“i know. i really just wanna give it up and kiss him already. his face is so kissable.” you pout.
you hear a knock at the door before it opens.
katsukis standing against the door frame.
your eyes widen.
“kissable huh?” your breath catches in your throat.
“mina. i gotta go.” you say throwing your phone onto your bed and walking to him.
“i like these shorts.” he says looking you up and down.
“i bet you do.” you smile.
the two of you lean in.
you put your hands on his chest. it’s bare, and he’s wearing pyjama pants that make you want to jump him.
“your hands are fuckin freezing.” he says.
“yeah?” you reply, noses practically touching.
*ping! ping!*
katsuki groans.
“fuck off.” he says, moving away from you to grab his phone.
you sigh.
“it’s b/n. he wants me to play fuckin video games”
you sigh again.
“you should go then.” you say, sliding your palms down his chest onto his abs.
he shudders, grabbing your hands.
“just one kiss. come on.” he groans.
you smile, pressing up onto your tiptoes and pressing a couple rapid quick kisses to his lips.
he frowns.
“good enough for now, i guess.” he says, forehead dropping onto your shoulder.
he places kisses there and you giggle.
“katsuki, come on you have to go. don’t want people getting suspicious.”
he lifts his head and shoots you a grin.
“wanna smooch your pretty face some more.”
he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks and pressing kisses to your lips, nose, eyelids, anything he can get to, making you laughing quietly.
“katsuki! come on, you have to go.” you laugh, pressing your hands to his chest.
“mmm i don’t wanna.” he says, kissing you more.
“i know but you have to.” you press one last kiss to his lips before pulling away.
you lean forward, lips brushing his ear.
“come to my room after you’re done. i’ll be asleep but i wanna see you.” you say, pulling away and kissing his cheek.
“fuck. i’m gonna be counting down the fuckin seconds.” he groans and you smile.
“bye kats.” you wave awkwardly and close the door to the guest room you’re staying in.
*5am*
“fuck i’m tired.” b/n said, throwing his controller onto the couch.
“same.” katsuki yawned.
“i’m going to head to bed. see ya tomorrow.” b/n said walking into his room.
the second your brother walked into his room katsuki shot up and practically ran to your room.
he opened the door quietly and saw you, curled up in your blankets.
your face looked so peaceful. it made him feel bad that he was going to pull you from sleep.
he crouched by your bed, caressing your cheek and pressing kisses all over your face.
your eyes fluttered lightly and your lips pulled into a pout.
“wake up, pretty.” he says, softly.
you smile and open your eyes.
“hi.” you say sweetly.
you lift the covers of your bed and pat the space beside you.
“come.” you say, sounding more like a whine because of your sleepy state.
he slips into the comfort of your bed and you shuffle closer to him, leaning on your forearms as you lay directly on top of him.
“hi.” you say, smiling.
“hi.” he smiles back, giving you a kiss.
you deepen the kiss, threading your fingers through his hair.
when you’re satisfied you pull away and katsuki moves onto your neck, nipping on the skin there.
“mmm i’m so sleepy.” you say, hiding your face in his neck and nuzzling deeply.
“i know, sweets.” he says, rubbing your back.
you look up at him, eyes soft.
“sweets?” you smile.
he nods.
“you’re s’ sweet. always wanna kiss you so i can taste your sweet lipgloss.”
“yeah?” you say, nosing at his jawline.
you feel him nod against you and you let your head fall.
“stay the night with me.” you say shyly.
“your brother always comes to my room early while someone’s busy sleeping in.”
you groan.
“i like sleeping in. just leave early. please?” you give him puppy dog eyes.
now it’s his turn to groan.
“you’re not allowed to make that face at me.” he grumbles.
“yeah? why not?”
he locks eyes with you.
“cause i cant say no to that face.” he frowns.
you grin.
“so you’ll stay?”
“yeah okay. i’ll stay.” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“go to sleep it’s late.” he rubs your head.
*last week of summer*
“MINAAA!” you scream, running off the front porch to the car that pulled into the driveway of the bakugous lake house.
“OH MY GOD I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” she squeals jumping out of the car.
“jesus. my ear drums.” katsuki says and your friends laugh.
every year on the last week of summer, your whole friend group goes up to katsukis.
kirishima, sero, denki, jiro, mina, and you and your brother.
you send a half-assed glare to katsuki and he puts his arms up in surrender while shooting you a grin.
“come on let’s go inside! jiro! hurry it up!” mina calls, running up the steps with your arm in her grip.
*later that night*
“god i can’t believe there’s only a week left of summer.” you sigh, leaning further into your chair.
“i know, i wish i could stay here forever.” mina groans.
you see katsuki stand and head to the bathroom.
mina follows your eyes with a cheshire grin on her face.
“can you get me a refill, y/n?” she says to you, her eyes still on your boyfriend before she flicks them to you.
you smile at her knowingly and stand, nodding.
when you reach the kitchen katsuki has emerged from the bathroom.
he smiles and starts walking towards you.
“hi there, pretty lady, have you seen my girl anywhere?” he says, with his eyes pretending to search for you before you grab his face.
he grins and kisses you.
“you’re a dork.” you say, kissing him again.
he places his hands on your hips and pulls you flush against him.
“you love it.” he says against your lips before lifting you to sit on the kitchen counter.
“katsuki! what if someone comes in?” you frown.
“we better hope it’s mina then, i know you told her.” he replies as he pretends to frown back.
“come on we have to get back.”
“one more.” he says, kissing you sweetly.
“kats.” you say against his lips before gently pushing him away.
he doesn’t budge.
“just one kiss, c’mere.” he leans forward again and you swerve, giving him full access to your neck.
“wow.” you hear and the too of you whip your heads to the side.
seeing your whole group standing before you.
you hop off the counter.
“uh- b/n! it’s just- well why are you guys inside?” you ask, breathless.
“got cold.” he smiles.
“i was waiting to catch you guys. you thought you could hide this from us?”
you and katsuki look at each other before turning your heads back to everyone.
“you guys knew?!” you say together.
*five years after that*
you were 24 now. living with your husband, katsuki.
you loved your little life with your routine and your katsuki. and so does he.
he wakes up.
“ugh… fucking hate mornings.”
gets ready for his long day.
“shit. out of toothpaste.”
calls his mom and fills her in.
“yeah she’s perfect. we’re good.”
wakes up his perfect wife.
“wake up, sweet girl.”
gets too many kisses.
“one more, come on. just one kiss.” “katsuki!”
leaves for his day.
“mmm bye. one more?” “get out of here!”
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silverhairsimp · 3 months
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A Christmas Gift
After a weekend full of babies and listening to the newest Yazuya audio I got all in the feels.
Content: Don’t worry, no audio spoilers, FAKE ENDING!!! This is not how the actual audio ends. F!Reader. Talk of pregnancy, pregnancy announcement. Polyship Kiri x Baku x Reader Relationship.
A/n: I hope everyone has a great holiday and enjoys this little Drabble. it’s not proof read so don’t come for me and just enjoy.
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Imagine coming home from a Christmas party, exhausted and ready for bed but excited to exchange gifts with your husbands. Kats is relaxed on the couch with you in his lap, soaking in this time with you with the fireplace softly crackling in the back. 
The house starts to fill with the scent of Christmas cookies and when Ei joins the two of you on the couch, he can’t help but start to sort through the presents. There’s a few for each of you, but one shared one from you for the both of them. It’s tucked away in the corner without a label or name tag, so it’s almost easily forgotten about. The two of them assume it may have been one from your friends, something generic and probably universal. When in reality, it’s anything but.
As Eijiro continues to thank the two of you for the thoughtful gifts and Katsuki is nearly drifting off in the sofa, you stand from the couch to reach for that box and the two of them are a little shocked. “Oi— I said only the gifts from each other tonight, we still have patrol tomorrow!” Katsuki grumbles from the couch as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. “This one is for each other. One last one for the two of you…” You say softly as you had over the delicately wrapped box wrapped in a white bow. 
“You got us another?! Aww, baby… you shouldn’t have! You spoiled us both so much already.” Ei Smiles warmly as you sit on the coffee table in front of them. “I know, but this is the last one, promise.” You smile at the two of them and nod, encouraging them to open it. 
Ei starts to tug at the tail of the bow, carefully undoing it until Katsuki is able to slide the ribbon off. The first tear of the paper is deafening. Ei has the widest smile on his face while Kastuki’s eye brows are knitted in focus and curiosity as the wrapping paper falls off and the lid comes off the box. 
The inside wrapping is just as nice as it is one the outside. Perfectly folded tissue paper with a note and another little box. 
Eijiro’s smile dips every so slightly as he reads the words quietly before the two of them look up at you. “A—are you serious…?” Kat asks. “Read it out loud.” You tell him in return and Eijiro is already sniffling while he picks up the box, “To my future number one heroes, I can’t wait to meet you…” Katsuki reads aloud and Eijiro opens the box with a positive pregnancy test inside. There’s two actually, just to confirm it wasn’t a false positive. 
“Y-you’re… we’re gonna have a baby?” Eijiro asks as he stands to scoop you up in his arms. Katsuki is quick to remind him to be gentle with you, but you can see the blurry waterline he’s trying to hide as he stands too. 
“We’re gonna have a baby.” You confirm, all three of you are sniffling now but it’s all tears of joy. It doesn’t matter who’s it is biologically, you know at the end of the day, the little one is gonna be loved by both of their dads all the same. 
“Our Christmas’ just keep getting better and better.” Katsuki whispers against the crown of your head. And he’s right, after getting engaged last year, the pregnancy announcement this year, and by the time next year rolls around, there’ll be a little one to add to the mix.
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Bakugou Katsuki dating a hyper feminine fem!reader
(who is also the human embodiment of Barbie)
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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x hyper-feminine!fem!freader Warnings: fluff, maybe ooc bakugou? idk, the pictures at the top DO NOT indicate how the reader looks, reader is a Barbie dolls collector idk if that should be a warning I’m not good at this, there is nothing specific body type, hair texture or skin color described Note: Since I watched the Barbie movie I have been OBSESSED with it and hyper-fixated on it, so this idea came to my mind. I am not good at writing/writing headcanons so if it's bad please don't mind it. But do let me know what I can do better in the future.
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Hyper and girly gf x grumpy and anger issues bf
Or la la la and ok ok ok
That’s literally you two
Dating someone who is hyperfeminine and is literally the human embodiment of Barbie would be an interesting dynamic for Bakugou
But yknow the saying ‘opposite attracts’
First time meeting you Bakugou would be utterly baffled at first by your pink-themed wardrobe, sparkly accessories, and bubbly personality; it would be completely alien to him.
At first, he might find you overly cheerful and appearance-focused. However, over time, he would begin to appreciate your confidence, bubbly personality, and unique traits (and also your odd obsession with collecting Barbies)
He might even secretly enjoy your knack for fashion and makeup although he will never understand your obsession with the color pink
OCCASIONALLY might let you do makeup on him bc he loves you too much to say no to you
Glaring at his reflection in the hand mirror with pink eyeshadow on his eyelid “I look ridiculous.”
but will literally threaten you if you tell someone what he doesn’t know is that you secretly took a picture of him with the pink and glittery makeup
Bakugou often reluctantly let himself get dragged by you to go shopping INSISTING on holding all your bags for you walking with you like an intimidating guard dog
Yknow that tik tok trend where a girl has night walking privilege and then they show their intimidating boyfriend walking with them? Yeah that’s you guys anywhere y’all go
Will glare and almost physically get ready to fight someone if they look at you oddly or comment on your appearance
The outfit contrast is COMEDIC between you two when you guys go out
Bc like you are all pink, bows, frills, sparkle, gems, and smiley
While he is all black, in large jackets, combat boots, hunched over shoulders, and a scowl on his face
Yall definitely get looks and double check by people
He will definitely give you self-defense lessons bc even though he is always there to protect you he needs to know if there is a situation where he can’t be there to protect you which is NOT often you can defend yourself
“If I’m not there to beat up some shitty idiot, at least you can kick some ass.”
“But I thought you would always be there to be my knight in shining armor.” you would say teasingly
Gets dizzy every time he sees your closet he's dramatic bc it’s all shades of pink, glitters, frills, and sparkles 
Pointing at your high heels; “How the hell do you walk around in those death traps??”
Bakugou ALWAYS remembers every little thing about you
Like your favorite food, flower, color that is really obvious or snacks, he even remembers your favorite Barbie from your huge Barbie collection
Bakugou would struggle to express his feelings in words, but his actions would speak volumes he will go out of his way to ensure your comfort and safety, and his subtle ways of affection always make your heart flutter
Surprises you with an intimate candle-light dinner with a big bouquet of pink roses
“Don’t get used to this mushy crap, okay?” he would mutter with a small smile
And you would pinch his cheeks “Who knew you were so cheesy Katsu.”
And you appreciate his ways of showing affection 
Bakugou once surprised you with a limited-edition Barbie that you had been wanting for a while and you cried
Y'all's dates might involve a mix of Bakugou’s preferred activities and your interests/ideas
So it’s a different type of date every time and each of them more fun and sweet than the last
Bakugou uses a few different pet names to call you by:
Doll/Dollface: Bakugou, at first, used the nickname with a hint of sarcasm but it evolves into an endearing term
Barbie: While this pet name seems like an obvious choice, Bakugou playfully uses it to acknowledge your resemblance to the iconic doll
Babe: A more casual and common term
Sunshine: He uses this term to acknowledge your bright and positive personality, even if he’d never admit that you have a positive influence on his mood
Princess: Bakugou might reluctantly use this pet name when he is feeling particularly soft towards you, even if he’d never say it out loud in public might let it slip once or twice
When you heard about the Barbie movie coming out you were SO EXCITED
Talking Bakugou’s ear off about the film and begging him to come with you
He is too whipped and can never say no to you so of course he is coming with you
You already had your outfit and makeup picked out for the film and also chose a Ken outfit for Bakugou fucking imagine him in the mojo dojo casa house Ken outfit with the fur coat SKSJSKJSJ which he hesitantly wore just to make you happy
He was definitely not enjoying himself by being your Ken no definitely not
He also bought you the Margot Robbie Barbie as a gift to surprise you and you swore you fell even more for the ruby eyed man in front of you
So in conclusion Bakugou loves you a lot and will do anything for you no matter what it is or how ridiculous it is
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tired-teacher-blog · 23 days
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Let's talk about attention seeker Bakugou for a moment.
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You were lying on the couch one evening, eyes focused on the TV ahead when Bakugou suddenly appeared, shuffling your way before collapsing on top of you.
He did it so casually— like he does all the time, and you actually missed his intention at first. It's always the same with this man, since he hates you getting engrossed in something other than him, he's like a grumpy little cat who's constantly craving your attention, and sometimes you wonder if he's actually unaware of his massive stature when he carelessly traps you underneath himself.
He said nothing as an exasperated puff of air left his lungs, but instead settled for staring at you with a grumpy expression plastered across his face.
You still failed to acknowledge him though, as your favorite show was rapidly nearing its climax, which obviously displeased him greatly.
He started sighing and whining softly against your chest, nuzzling you there and squeezing you between his arms a little too tight for your comfort, until you finally let out a little "uh-huh" while moving one of your hands to absentmindedly play with his unruly hair, but that was still not enough.
_ "Hey, look at me will ya!"
He was pouting as he rasped the words, pouting and glaring at you with an accusing scowl, one that would easily frighten anyone unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of it, but not you.
In fact, this desperate state of his is always amusing to witness, even more so, because you're the only one allowed to see it.
_ "I got it, I'm so sorry sweetie, I'm all yours now." you cooed with a warm smile before switching off the TV to give him your undivided attention, you will have to watch the rerun of your show some other time but it's alright, because this is more important, he is more important.
You were fighting the urge to burst out laughing at his pathetic attitude, but you feared upsetting him further, so you didn't.
_ "What is it then?" you ran your fingers along his cheeks before pinching him playfully.
_ "Nothing, just keep your eyes on me." he demanded with a menacing groan, but his eyes were actually pleading for your attention.
Cute..
_ "Of course my hero, you're my number one after all." you reassured him with a smile, coaxing a smug one to appear on his gorgeous face.
_ "Well I better be." he murmured back, shifting slightly until reaching your lips to peck them once and then another, before deepening the kiss and stealing your breath away.
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sorrowfulrosebud · 4 months
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Melanie and Verde’s relationship got me thinking about Idol! Reader and Photographer! Bakugou.
You’re up on the stage, white hot lights pouring on your face as you belt the lyrics to the song you and your boyfriend wrote together. You dance and hop around the stage, feeling the music so intensely that you wished this moment could never end. Your face is all beams and smiles as your backup dancers weave their bodies around you, complimenting your own performance.
Katsuki was circling the stage with his expensive camera, paying no attention to the screaming fans behind him demanding his attention. He was focused on shooting you in the most flattering lights, trying to get the best shots for your new article coming up.
He can’t help the little smile as you beam at him with a wide grin. You dance a little closer to the stage, making sure to lock eye contact as you sing the ending lyrics to your love song. Your fans cheer and scream for you both, Katsuki getting some attention of his own since you posted a cheeky photo of you smushing ice cream into his face.
You wave goodbye to your fans, bidding them a safe trip home as you skip off stage, giddily trotting to your dressing room. Katsuki is already sat on the couch flicking through the camera film, already deciding which ones to post for your official Instagram story.
“Hi baby, what did you think of the show tonight?” You ask happily, grabbing some comfy clothes and changing behind your screen. Katsuki looks up.
“An incredible job again, siren. Got some real good shoots here. Lighting didn’t fuck it up too much, so they must have got a new person workin’ ‘em. Good thing too, Sparkle Bitch was too flamboyant and made you glare,” he listed off, saving some of the most powerful photos.
“But as my boyfriend, how did I do?” You ask him as you come round the screen, hair tied up as you plonk yourself on to the couch. Katsuki places his camera down and grabs you by the waist, making you squeal as he sits you on his lap. His lips lock with yours as you squeak, slowly melting into the kiss.
“You were so fucking amazing, baby. Absolutely fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs lowly. Your eyes widen at his (not so) little friend bumping against you as you kiss him again and get off his lap.
“You perv, not now! I’m gonna go get in the shower. I’m sweaty from the lights and the costume and I’m parched,” you laugh, already stripping for the shower.
“If you’re thirsty, my number one fan has something for ya!” He cackled as you flipped him the bird. He shook his head fondly, before sending the photos from the camera to his phone.
The next day, the highlights from your performance were plastered on your Instagram. Thousands of likes and comments poured through, some commending the show, some being thirsty, but you didn’t care. You adored your fans.
What you didn’t know however was the photos that had your biggest smiles, the smiles where your nose was scrunched in pure glee. Your dimples made gentle fingerprints in your face, in the same places he fondly holds you. The smile that makes him go weak in the knees, one that should only be his. Those photos were his to keep.
So unless you were to go into his Cloud Drive, you would never see the secret folder he has of your best moments and cutest memories.
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izufeels · 1 year
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⌕ [ the year of douchebag-ery ] — k.bakugou !
yn met katsuki when she was 14, during their first year at UA. or, as katsukis friends like to call it; The Year Of Douchebag-ery.
it’s really quite a mystery on how yn and katsuki became ‘yn and katsuki’ but it happened.
mina likes to think it happened during their second year, when they all went camping in october.
“here,” katsuki says as he shucks something at yn. “you’re freezing.”
yn unfolds it and sees that it’s an all-might hoodie. she smiles at it a little and quickly puts it on. it’s warm and smells really good. “uh, thanks.”
katsuki hums and sits down beside her. mina and denki exchange a glance, eyebrows raised. bakugou glares at them until they stop.
sero likes to think it was the end of first year when they went to the beach together. katsuki had really mellowed out since the beginning of the year.
“why aren’t you swimming?”
katsuki looks up from his phone for a second to see yn standing beside him. “don’t feel like it.”
yn nods and sits down beside him.
he looks over at her and raises his eyebrows. “why aren’t you swimming?”
“uhh,” she stalls for a second before sighing dejectedly. “i can’t swim. my parents never taught me.”
katsuki stares at the side of her face for a moment before laughing.
yn wants to tell him to stop, but she can’t bring herself to say the words. “your laugh is nice. you should do it more often.”
he stops laughing and gives her a small smile. “thanks.”
denki says it was during second year at the school dance. yn’s date stood her up.
“it’s fine, he’s ugly anyway!” mina said with a wide, hopeful grin on her face. “it’s not like you guys were dating!”
denki cringed at her words. their whole friend group was bad at comforting people.
“mina, you can’t say stuff like that-”
“why not?”
“because it makes you sound like a dick-”
“no it doesn’t!”
katsuki grabbed yn’s elbow and pulled her back, away from mina and denki. “come with me.”
yn nodded and followed him out of the building. they got in his car and sat there for a long time.
“do you want me to beat his ass?” katsuki asked her, very seriously. he was smiling a bit.
“god, no,” yn laughed, “it’s- it’s ok. i um, didn’t even like him i just wanted a date to the dance so we could match and be cute and stuff,” she shrugged.
“you could have asked one of us,” katsuki said.
yn shrugged again and stayed quiet.
katsuki started his car and pulled out of the parking lot, not saying a single word.
“um, where are we going?”
“we’re going to get ice cream,” he said, glancing over at her quickly. “do you not want ice cream?”
yn faked an offended look. “i will always want ice cream.”
but, like a true friend, kirishima knows when they became ‘yn and katsuki.’ he knows that it was during first year, in october, at the haunted house held by the 1-B kids.
“i hate all of you,” yn whispered as they walked through a dark hall. the only light was the very dim lights on the ceiling. they looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in 20 years.
mina snickered and glanced back at her. yn was glaring at the pink girl.
“just hold someone’s hand and you’ll be good,” denki said as he held onto sero’s arm tightly.
the person in front of her was katsuki. “yeah right,” she mumbled, hugging herself.
katsuki looked back at her, face void of any emotion.
an actor popped out of the wall, “come play with us!” and yn shrieked, curling in on herself even more.
“jesus christ,” katsuki said, rolling his eyes. he grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers. he dragged her forward, catching up with the group.
yn stared at their hands for a long time, barely flinching when something popped out.
when they got out, finally, yn didn’t let go and neither did katsuki. kirishima looked at their hands and smiled to himself. he didn’t point it out to anyone else.
they held hands until they got to mrs. kaminari’s car. and on the way back, katsuki let yn lay her head on his shoulder as she took a short nap.
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officialabortive · 1 year
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Bakugou's parents both work in the fashion industry, so he definitely knows how to sew. And just like he is with everything else, is exceptional at it.
Whenever he gets a small tare in his hero suit during training, he would stitch that shit up by himself. Mumbling about how he "doesn't need help from some random ass extra" and how he would do it better anyway. Bakugou sometimes even added improvements to the suit himself. Skillfully making alterations or adding other additional details by hand.
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Or if you're all upset because you discovered a hole in your favorite shirt. You had spent hours sulking about it, and ended up ranting to a certain blond about your oh-so-pitiful predicament. Katsuki just rolled his eyes with an aggravated grunt, head lazily tilted back. Telling you to "quit fucking whining about it. It's just a damn tare for fuck sake"
A little while later, you had been laying on the couch with the tv on, most of your body buried under the warmth of fuzzy blankets. Teetering on the edge of conciousness, about to fall into the blissful world of sleep. But the sound of footsteps caught your attention, eyes shifting open to see Katsuki steadily approaching. You drearily sat up whilst still wraped in your cocoon of blankets to face him. He tossed something to you, the item successfully landing on your covered lap. "There, its fixed." Your favorite shirt. He had gone and mended it for you. "It was just a torn seam. Shit's easy to fix"
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bbyseok · 1 year
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pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
cw: fluff everyone !! pro hero bakugou, gender neutral reader, reader is a florist and owns a flower shop, reader loves flowers/plants/nature, swearing ofc, brief violence (attempted assault on reader from some strangers), awkward katsuki hours incoming- he’s super whipped but helpless, i switch povs from bakugou to reader often, tiny bit of angst.. some misunderstanding—both bakugou and reader are idiots that can’t communicate
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analysis: bakugou fucking hates flowers—they’re too fragrant, too cliché, too romantic. and yet, he finds himself always coming back to the same flower shop once his shift ends.
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bakugou katsuki doesn’t like flowers. hates them, despises them—loathes them even! flowers just aren’t his thing.
when they came along with prizes (where he won first place of course), he’d always snort and throw them away in some trashcan once he could.
when kids back in his middle and high school days were brave enough to make a move on him, he’d send a spark from his palm and ultimately burn their flowers (and hopes) away.
he does the exact same thing to this day with his fans if they were perhaps lucky enough to encounter him during his patrols. (it looks bad when the press covers it obviously and that’s only one problem his pr team deals with.)
so yeah, in conclusion: bakugou isn’t particularly fond of flowers. it’s one of his many supposedly unpleasant traits—not that he really cares. now, he’s changed in these past years, truly, but he’s still maintained some of the roughness of his personality.
‘cause when you think of pro hero dynamight, number two on the hero charts (interchangeably with number one pro hero deku), you don’t think of flowers.
but… here he is. it’s just around thirty minutes past six in the evening, the ropes of dusk in the sky evident as the city prepares for nightlife. his shift had ended a while ago, but everyday, on the way home, he makes sure to stop by a small shop. a flower shop of all places. and bakugou katsuki hates flo- yeah, you get the point.
he doesn’t even know why he hesitates going entering the shop—he’s pretty damn sure you can spot him from outside. his visits are expected. the sound of the dainty bell ringing reaches his ears as he walks in.
“back so soon, dynamight?”
he grunts and turns his head away, sharply avoiding your gaze so you miss the squinting of his red eyes. you’re behind the counter as usual, fixing the arrangement of some daisies in their pots.
his cheeks burn but he’s lingering by the entrance, feigning his attention on the shelves decked with plants so you don’t see any blush. “yeah, yeah.. jus’ give me some damn flowers already,” he demands gruffly.
the sound of you briefly laughing has his head whipping back to you almost instantly. he catches the sight of you lightly shaking your head in amusement.
“anything like usual then, dynamight?”
fuck, he can’t help but wonder what his actual name would sound like off your tongue. it’s always been dynamight this, dynamight that—and while he certainly doesn’t mind, he just can’t help but wonder. when you tilt your head at him, he realizes he had been staring. he clears his throat. “yeah, whatever.”
finally, he walks toward the counter, moving around the small display tables topped with a pretty arrangement of succulents as you beam at him.
“alrighty then!” you clasp your head together, nodding for a bit. “i hope you don’t mind tulips then. we got a fresh new batch so they should just do fine!”
he nods in acknowledgement. “yeah, that’s fine f’me,” he huffs. and as you send him another smile and you dismiss yourself to the back to fetch said tulips, he can’t help but think about your first meeting.
it had been a week or two ago. a usual day of kicking ass was over and he was just on the way home until longtime friend kirishima eijiro called in a favor—he had practically begged bakugou to grab him some flowers for his date with mina since he was running late.
begrudgingly, katsuki had agreed, insisting only because the redhead was being so damn annoying. and so he pulled in to the first flower shop he saw—yours. he had stormed in and just demanded for a bouquet and the rest was history.
he found himself coming back even though he didn’t even need fucking flowers. (at first, he tells himself it’s because he’s got nothing better to do. and then he convinces himself it’s just to ensure the safety of another civilian, since you close nearing nighttime and walk home. and then he can’t lie to himself anymore that he finds you a tad bit.. cute.)
when you return, he breaks out of his reminiscing and looks back to you, blinking expectantly. “here you go!” you chirp, presenting the tucked tulips in some wrapper.
he’s grabbing his wallet from his pocket with a huff. “right.” he can feel your gaze on him patiently and he almost fumbles with his hands. (how embarrassing—he’s done this so many times too.)
and when you exchange the amount of money for the flowers, the briefest of touches from your hands makes him stutter in his movements just subtly. once the flowers are with him, he can smell its scent and he wants to sneeze.
he brushes it off and raises a brow at you. he wants to say something, maybe tell you how endearing it is to see how your name tag is lopsided on your shirt or how your wrinkled work apron has some clear stains of dirt from the flower pots on it. but instead, he says- “go home, dumbass.”
he knows you’re used to his rather blunt comments and words, but he swears he can feel the tips of his ears burn with a scorch as you snort and giggle in amusement. “i could tell you the same thing, dynamight,” you say back.
the flowers shift in his hold and he eyes the counter for two seconds to regain himself as he clears his throat and scoffs. “i meant- it gets dark faster nowadays, ‘kay? go home.”
you salute him playfully. “of course. you know i don’t close up the shop until you leave. you’re my last customer, dynamight.” (he knows.) “drive safe!”
“mhm.” he grunts and decides to take his leave before he makes a fool of himself. you wave him goodbye enthusiastically as he exits your shop and gets back into his car.
and when he returns to his apartment, he places his tulips with the rest of the flowers safely.
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the morning is just creeping into the starting hours of noon—it gets a bit busier around this time with people in the city. peak business hour because sometimes, there’s always that one person who’s looking for some flowers or the perfect plant.
but right now, your shop is empty. the wafting scent of roses newly perched on the side counter fills the air but you don’t mind it as you sweep some fallen leaves from the floor.
you had turned on the small tv hooked up in the corner of the ceiling for some background noise, humming to yourself to pass time, but its current broadcast catches your attention.
“pro hero dynamight is on the scene of the ongoing shionosu bank robbery with the help of some sidekicks and-”
you abandon your sweeping to watch the small, short-lived clips of the robbery the news station has to offer, but seeing the familiar red-eyed blonde on screen has you feeling all fluttery.
you fingers tighten around the broomstick and you shake your head to yourself. you had somewhat gotten attached to the explosive hero throughout his daily visits—his honest and brash presentation may be off putting to others but you don’t mind. he’s like a literal explosion in your little life. you like to think that your plants enjoy his company.
besides, it’s sort of cute knowing that such an aggressive man had the time to stop by your shop nearly every single day to buy some flowers. and then you shake your head again—he was buying flowers, most likely for someone he was seeing.
you can still remember your first meeting with him like it was yesterday. man had strutted into your shop like he owned it and ordered you to give him some flowers. something along the lines of “oi! you still open? get me some shit for a date or something!” and that’s how it happened.
you wouldn’t change whatever this.. relationship you had with the pro hero for the world but it did hurt a little, knowing he was coming to your shop for your flowers only to give them to someone else. why else did he buy them?
the sound of his voice from the tv has you perking up and you’re quite embarrassed of yourself by the the effect he has on you, even on a damn screen.
“hah? just some fuckin’ d-list criminals who chose the wrong day to rob a bank,” he barks at the reporter, “you really think i couldn’t handle those shits?” of course, his words are poorly censored and you can’t help but laugh.
yeah, you’re okay with what you have. you’re happy that you can somewhat see another side of dynamight through your little exchanges.
the bell ringing then diverts your attention away from the tv and you politely greet an elderly lady walking in. you place aside the broom and head back behind the counter, content with knowing that you’ll see him later today.
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bakugou comes in during his usual time, casual clothes only slightly rumpled since he had been in a hurry to make sure to make it before you closed up the shop.
and there you are as always, behind the counter with a sweet smile. “good evening, dynamight!”
he sighs quietly, taking in the calm and scenery of your shop. it’s a welcomed contrast after the hectic events of today—annoying criminals thinking they could take him down and even more annoying reporters with nosy questions.
“hey.” he grunts, then asks curiously, “how was your day?” he decides to ignore how pleasant surprise flicks over your face by roaming through the shelves on the side.
“it was pretty good,” you hum in reply. there’s a pause and then you add, “i saw you on tv today. a robbery, huh?”
the realization that you saw him in action on screen makes his cheeks heat up for some reason but he plays it cool, peering at you from behind one of the shelves. “oh, yeah,” he chuffs, “impressed?”
you giggle to yourself, crossing your arms as you observe him. “impressed by how they somehow managed to censor you, that’s for sure.”
katsuki winces only subtly and rolls his eyes as he comes out from behind the shelving to approach the counter. “yeah, yeah. pretty sure my pr team is gonna try ‘n whoop my ass again for that.” he barks out a rough laugh. “as if they could.”
you tilt your head back as you laugh with him, and fuck, he thinks he can watch you laugh all day. it’s music to his ears. “right,” you snort, “they can try, huh?”
he straightens his shirt somewhat, noticing the obvious wrinkles on them. “oh, yeah. you watch me the whole time?” he’s teasing.
“you wish,” you banter back, now uncrossing your arms to drum your fingers on the table absentmindedly. “this woman came in for some flowers. she was so kind- i gave her some delphiniums!”
he tilts his head, brows furrowing. “delphi-what now?” he huffs, leaning against the counter as he watches you brighten up. (damn, are you cute. but he’s not gonna say that out loud.)
“delphiniums are pretty.” you sigh and then start to ramble, “i gave her some royal larkspurs. pretty easy to take care of at the start! they usually symbolize dignity and grace, amongst some other things like sincerity, dedication- oh, i’m talking too much, aren’t i?” you rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “you’re just here for some flowers, sorry. uh, just anything like usual?”
bakugou blinks and chuckles softly. “nah, don’ worry. like hearing you talk.” shit, did he really say that? he straightens his posture and clears his throat, trying to act all nonchalant. “and uh, actually- i’ll take the larkspurs or whatever.”
you gaze is wide before you nod with a bright smile. “larkspurs it is.”
later that night, he adds those beautiful arching flowers of blue with his growing collection, another reminder of you.
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god, how bakugou hates commission meetings with a passion. what he hates even more is waiting for them to actually start. ‘cause that means he actually has to socialize with his fellow colleagues.
like fucking deku here.
most of the heroes are lingering around the long table, and here’s his childhood friend, rambling on with the familiar faces of half ‘n half bastard and round cheeks, and they’re entirely invested with his current dilemma. “i just don’t know what to get her! i’m overthinking this, right? just a simple gift or some flowers could do, right?”
ochako pats midoriya’s shoulder reassuringly, saying, “you shouldn’t worry about it too much, deku. i’m sure your mom would love anything you get her!”
deku shakes his head as he continues mumbling in thought. even after all these years, the nerd never lost some of his annoying traits, much to bakugou’s irritation. old habits die hard, he supposes. (however, when you ramble, he finds that he doesn’t want you to stop.)
some of the others are joining in on the conversation to pass time—there’s fucking both dunce face and soy sauce face and he’s pretty sure he’s one second away from blowing the shit out of all of ‘em. how the hell did he tolerate them in high school?
before icyhot can open his mouth and surely say something idiotic, bakugou groans and turns in his chair to face them, dragging a hand over his face. “oh, for the love of- can you shut your trap already? jus’ get her some larkspurs or some shit.”
fuckin’ nerd looks at him all curious and interested, and he’s got the attention of the others now as well. “larkspurs, kacchan?” deku questions.
“yeah,” he huffs, turning his gaze away. he recites their meaning he had learned from you instinctively, crossing his arms and kicking his feet up onto the table.
denki then speaks up, “woah, kacchan. since when were you a flower expert?” the electric hero grins and leans forward and the others are obviously interested too.
“fuck off!” katsuki snaps roughly, “i ain’t no expert on some damn flowers. hate those fuckin’ things.”
he grumbles when the others laugh and continue to tease him whilst deku thanks him profusely. yeah—he’s still a damn nerd.
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it’s another day of business. still midday, with the sun taking its place in the high in the sky. the afternoons aren’t as hot anymore, and you know you should start to move some of the display plants outside back inside but you’ll get to that later.
a lovely couple had left earlier with their desired flowers for their upcoming wedding and you had happily aided them. once they had left, you decided to take a small break, slouching on the counter.
you can’t help but let your thoughts drift back to a certain blonde. judging how he really didn’t care what flowers he got—other than the time he had asked for the larkspurs—you guessed his partner really didn’t mind the type of flowers they received either.
and as if your thoughts had summoned him, the bell rings and the door opens to reveal the man plaguing your mind, fully decked out in his hero costume.
“d-dynamight?” you yelp in surprise, immediately fixing your posture as you stare at him. he only comes at the end of the day, after his work is over and yours is nearly done—what the hell is he doing here? in the afternoon?
“ya busy?” bakugou grunts, making his way in without any further words.
he looks so out of place here—brandished armor and combat duty boots sounding heavy on the floor. you’re pretty sure he almost knocked over the shelves with how big his gauntlets are. he looks made for battle but here he is, standing expectantly, surrounded by dainty flowers and plants.
“um- um, no?” you then shake your head. “what’re you doing here? not that i mind! it’s just.. you’ve never come in the middle of the day before! what if someone sees you?”
he makes sure his grenadier bracers don’t actually knock down your hard work of arrangements, looking to you. “s’why i’m gonna be quick, idiot. can’t come later tonight so ‘m here now.”
“o-oh! of course.” you rush around the counter to pick something simple to offer to him, since he doesn’t seem to care again on what he’ll receive. you’re aware of his eyes following you as you grab some false indigos for a bundle.
“stay safe out there, dynamight,” you bid him, holding out the flowers for him to take. “i’ll see you some other time then?” you hate how hopeful you sound.
his red irises linger on you for a couple of seconds before he nods and pays up. “yeah, you will. you stay safe, idiot.“
his words make you feel warm—with the false indigos now with him, you simply smile. you won’t tell him that they symbolize protection; maybe he can learn that another day.
(later on, you see a media outlet that reads PRO HERO DYNAMIGHT SEEN WITH FLOWERS… HAS HE FOUND A PARTNER? and you hate how the title makes your stomach churn with jealousy—but seeing your flowers tucked delicately in his arms is worth it.)
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bakugou actually doesn’t get to see you for a couple of days. there had been a change in his schedule and he had been assigned for some overnight shifts along with some other heroes in another district due to the rise of criminal activity there.
but he’s back now, thankfully, and he’s antsy to see you after all this time. (mind you, it’s only been three or four days. smitten, he is, for the attractive florist that supplies him with flowers even though he claims he hates them. on a side note, he hopes his assistant had taken good care of the false indigos he had placed in his office.)
so as he drives down the familiar street, katsuki can’t help but wonder if you still wait for him so you can close the shop. it has been a while since his last appearance that one early afternoon, so even though he wouldn’t be surprised that you don’t, he couldn’t lie and say that he wouldn’t be a bit disappointed.
but as he pulls in into the parking lot, he’s furious.
you had just closed the shop, not even a few feet away from the door as a gang of looming strangers crowd in towards you, all hunched and shady as you match their stares warily.
katsuki isn’t sure he’s moved faster than he has in his life—he’s scrambling out of the car to help you when you manage to land a sucker punch square into one of the asshole’s jaws. with your flank exposed, another one lunges for you and you scream.
“you fucker!” he snarls and he reaches you in record time, the one you had already knocked to the side being met with an accurately aimed kick to the gut from his boot before he sends an explosion that has the remaining three flying.
when bakugou sees that none of them are making an effort to get up, he slips out of his offensive stance and immediately turns to you in concern, eyes roaming for any injuries. “are you hurt? did they touch you?” he demands, brows furrowed. “i’m-”
he falters when you simply stare at him in awe. the silence between you two is deafening and he doesn’t know how to interpret it. he starts, worried, “hey, are you-”
you arms wrapping him around has him inhaling sharply. his arms linger, unsure of what to do but he accepts your embrace delicately. “thank you, dynamight,” you murmur after a moment, still holding him.
he breathes softly, and he’s all quiet when he speaks again. “..it’s bakugou to you,” he tells you gruffly, “got it?”
his words have caught you by surprise—he knows it by the way your eyes widen when you pull back to look at him. he meets your stare readily.
“thank you, bakugou,” you say gently, and his gaze softens. (hearing his name roll off your tongue is something he can get used to, he decides.)
he then chuckles, all fond. “remind me not to get you mad. that punch looked nasty.”
you laugh genuinely, and katsuki can’t help but think about how much he missed hearing it.
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bakugou drives you home every night from then on.
you had no problem before, as your apartment building isn’t that far off, perhaps a fifteen minute walk, pushing ten if you jogged a little, and that was something you could manage. until the incident a couple weeks ago.
you definitely feel safer with him escorting you, even when you did protest that he didn’t have to waste his time driving to your shop, waiting for you to close and then dropping you off at your apartment—but he insisted. like, almost put you in a headlock if your dumbass didn’t listen insisted. (he still buys flowers every time too.)
and as giddy as it made you to spend more time with the pro hero, the reminder that he was supposedly taken was enough for you to know your limits. he’s simply doing his job—protecting people, s’all.
but in moments like this, you think you can selfishly enjoy yourself.
he’s blasting his music—some sort of punk rock that you can’t deny is pretty catchy—with his newly acquired lilacs resting on the center console for him to take home. it’s a bit silly, hearing such vulgar lyrics in the background as the petals of the magenta flowers shake slightly.
“you’ll enjoy your new home with bakugou, won’t you?” you coo at the plant, brushing your fingers over it tenderly. “he’ll take good care of you, i’m sure.”
bakugou’s got one hand on the wheel and he casts you an amused glance. as the car approaches a red light, he turns down the music and snorts. “are you seriously talking to the fuckin’ flowers?”
you lightly glare at him, a smile quirking up on the corners of your lips. “it helps them grow when you talk to ‘em nicely!”
“oh, yeah?” he raises a brow, snorting again—but he’s got an amused smirk on his face now as he focuses back on driving. “i’ll keep that in mind then, idiot.”
you sneak subtle side glances at him the rest of the ride, admiring his beauty—so close yet so far.
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this is so fucking stupid, bakugou thinks. he should be buying flowers for you, not from you—or whatever couples do nowadays to please their partners. but here he is, back again. even if he is your drive home, this weird tradition of buying your flowers he had gotten accustomed is getting old. he just hopes you’re getting the hint that he’s not exactly here for the flowers.
katsuki doesn’t even bother announcing himself when he doesn’t see you behind the counter—you’re probably somewhere in the back tidying up some final things so you can leave, so he starts looking for something to buy already.
“hey, got anything new f’me to buy?” he calls out then, and he hears some rustling from the back room. he figures he might help you out so without much thought, he saunters around the counter, following the noise of your muffled movements.
your voice rings out, “yeah, i do! just lemme-” way closer than before and just as he enters the doorway of the backroom, you appear—walking right into him.
now, obviously he’s a wall. lean and fine muscle make up his body—and you crash into him, yelping when you stumble back in surprise.
bakugou’s reflexes are quick and he manages to catch you in time—his arm dips low and braces the small of your back before you can fall over. “fuckin’ idiot,” he huffs out, “be careful.”
“hey!” you cry out in protest, “you’re the one who was standing there! for someone so loud, you sure are stealthy.”
“ah? i can be plenty fucking stealthy!” he argues, voice booming against the walls and proving your point.
you giggle at that—and that’s when katsuki realizes you’re both so fucking close. he can see the shape of your lips and the way your eyes gleam in the lighting from above. he freezes.
you seem to realize it too, falling silent for a couple of heartbeats. bakugou clears his throat and lets you go. “alright, brat. gonna give me my flowers so we can fuckin’ leave already?”
he thinks he sees your shoulders relax and fall down before you nod and brush past him. “yeah, of course.”
he scoffs and follows you, wondering what it’d be like to kiss you.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────•
you twiddle with some ribbons laced around some pottery, trying to redo some decorations on them since you can spare some time.
bakugou had come in a little early for you to close up, so he’s waiting for you to finish, casually leaning on the counter as he observes the store. okay, well- you’re not exactly sure what he’s doing, since he’s probably memorized the entire layout of your small area of the building by now because of how many times he’s been here.
you’re humming idly to yourself, the tv flicked on to some music ambience channel to full in the quiet air anytime bakugou isn’t striking up a conversation. he’s been silent for a while now.
“what’s a person’s ideal date?”
you nearly drop a vase. obviously, the question surprises you. it should, you think, since this is a pro hero who’s been coming to your flower shop for over a month or two now, supposedly getting flowers for his significant other—even if he does linger around longer than he should and drives you home—and he’s asking you on what someone’s ideal date is? this.. doesn’t make any sense.
“well...” you begin reluctantly, unsure of where this is leading, and even more unsure on how to actually answer. “it depends on the person, bakugou.”
the blonde simply clicks his tongue and his eyes meet yours.
“okay then. what’s your ideal date?”
just when you think he can’t surprise you any further, he does. you’re pretty sure your eyes nearly bug out of their sockets as you set the vase aside so you don’t actually drop it. “huh?”
“you heard me, dumbass,” katsuki scoffs with a roll of his eyes and you want to disappear into the floor. “what’s your ideal date?”
your throat suddenly feels dry. “i’m, uh, not the best person to ask for romantic advice, bakugou,” you warn, trying to be all teasing as you laugh anxiously. you do not want to help him plan out a date—you’d rather throw yourself into the sun.
“‘m serious, brat,” bakugou grumbles, crossing his arms and glaring at you. you can’t read him, usually you can’t, but his eyes are warm. “tell me.”
you continue fiddling with some ribbons as you glance away to contemplate. “well.. a- a picnic date would be nice. with some of my favorite foods, maybe. it’d probably be out in some meadow. just.. a nice, open meadow where you can see flowers for miles.” you sigh dreamily.
it’s quiet again and then you glance back to him, stammering, “but- but that’s just my preference! i dunno if the person you’re seeing would like that ‘n stuff. everyone’s different, y’know?”
suddenly he’s got this confused scowl on his face, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. oh god, did you offend him in some way? say something awful? what if you-
“hah?” bakugou snaps, voice colored in disbelief, “who the hell said i was seeing someone?”
what? now it’s your turn to be utterly confused, and you stare at him with wide eyes. “you’re not- you’re not seeing someone? dating someone?” you inquire, puzzled.
“no, dumbass!” he barks out, “i’m not- where the fuck did you get that idea from?”
you blink once, twice. “you!” you cry out, saying, “when you came in here for the very first time, you asked me to get you flowers for a date!”
bakugou’s eyes widen and then he’s taking steps towards you. “not a date for me, dumbass! my friend asked me to get him flowers for his date!”
your mind spins with the new information but you’re still so confused, still in denial—you shake your head. “but- but.. why else would you come in for flowers every single day?”
“because i wanted to see you!”
oh. the confession has your cheeks heating up. so… the blonde you’ve been harboring a massive crush on is, in fact, not seeing anyone, and is coming in every day to your flower shop to buy your flowers because he wants to see you?
bakugou stares at you, eyes all wide as if he can’t believe what he had just said aloud. his words are echoing in your head and you laugh a little. “you.. aren’t here for the flowers?” you say softly.
his gaze is all warm as he relaxes, and you can see the faint pink tingeing his cheeks. “no,” he confesses in a grumble, “..‘m here for you and your stupid dumbass.”
you laugh again, and he finally reaches you. his fingers twitch and slowly, you take his hands in yours. they feel a little warm, clumsy like he doesn’t know what to do with his fingers before they tighten around yours. “we really are idiots, huh?” when he glares at you softly, you add, “i like you too. just so you know.”
his blush is visible and oh so pretty now, and he lets out a sigh of relief at your words. and then he snorts, “good, ‘cus i’m gonna need some help takin’ care of all the stupid fuckin’ flowers at my apartment. it’s practically a shop now too.”
as he pulls you into a crushing hug, you burst into a fit of giggles.
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“you forgot to water this one, you idiot!” katsuki calls from the corner of your shop, grumbling at some of the drooping crotons you brought in recently. “where the fuck did you put the watering can?”
you point to the counter, too occupied with fixing the succulents. “should be somewhere on the floor over there, suki,” you tell him. and as you watch him snatch the watering can and storm back over to the plants in need, you grin to yourself.
“thanks, katsuki,” you hum as you stand back up, “you’re a big help, y’know?”
he scoffs. “yeah, yeah.” as he tilts the watering can to spray the plants, he continues in a hushed voice. “what you would ‘lil fuckers do without me, ah?”
your heart does a flip. a month or so ago, you wouldn’t believe it if someone had told you that the pro hero dynamight would be in your shop taking care of your plants as he talks to them. but you know, you also wouldn’t have believed it if they had told you he’d be your boyfriend.
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and katsuki eventually does take you out on that ideal date once it gets warmer. a dainty picnic lunch with your favorite foods that he made from scratch in his very own kitchen in a heavenly meadow surrounded by flowers all around.
and it’s there, when he kisses you, that bakugou katsuki realizes that he doesn’t hate flowers. especially since he has the most gorgeous flower of them all—you.
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