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hello my favorite people >.< so sorry i was gone for so long, this month has been busy busy!!! BUT i’m gonna be posting in a few days so stay tuned for that yayayayay

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WHATS YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE?

character: bakugou katsuki warnings: more fluff lols words: 1k

synopsis:

"You had murmured to him to take his shoes off; while pulling him to lay down flat so you could rest your head on him. He just silently listened and kicked his shoes off, moving one arm to wrap around you and having the other grab the popcorn to move beside him, in reach of the both of you.  

You had quietly giggled and continuously kept looking up at him to see his reactions toward certain scenes. Katsuki was always warm, working as a human heater in the cold; You snuggled closer to him, breathing in the musk of Teakwood and Mahogony and slight whiffs of caramel, sighing contently as he let out his own muffled laugh, mouth full of popcorn and hands working to rip open a bag of swedish fish.”

notes: don’t let him fool you, he actually loved the movie, not just because he’s watching it with you but because it’s something you love so genuinely UGHHHH>.< i luv him so so much

The air was chilly, mid-October breeze causing the leaves to fall and change colors, and for people to bundle up in warmer clothes. The rain from the night before left the grounds muddy and wet, while light fog spread across the streets.  

Katsuki had never been a fan of the cold. For many reasons other than just his quirk. Something about the gelid air left a distaste in his mouth and an eerie feeling down his spine.  

When meeting you, your genuine love for the later months in the year somewhat shocked him. You became happier than he had ever seen anyone become when October had rolled around early on in your relationship.  

The smile you had as you ran toward him, ranting and raving over apple scents being out in stores, and new fall flavors being added to menus. He looked at you as if you were an anomaly, he couldn’t quite place why a person would be this excited over a season.  

He loved summer, more than most, but he had never jumped for joy when the air grew hotter outside. You were the complete opposite, shedding literal tears over the heat and locking yourself inside the shared bedroom you both stayed in. 

As the years went by, he had grown more and more accustomed to your outbursts of joy near the end of each year, even participating in things he had sworn he never would. Pumpkin patches became a new regular occurrence, and if he believed he would be getting out of carving said pumpkins, he was dead wrong.  

You would make him sit on the floor of the dining room with you and strategize the best faces and objects to carve into them, laughing and having to help him when he would mess up or complain about the guts making a mess.  

This year you had come to him talking about a drive in theater, explaining to him that it would be for the experience when he had mentioned they could watch whatever shitty movie was playing at the place, in their own home. 

The look of genuine happiness and excitement when he had begrudgingly said yes made it all worth it. the cold, the fog, the mud. He was never one to decorate for holidays, or to dress up, to do really anything festive, because to him it was just another day. To you, however, it was as if it were the day you had won the lottery. And perhaps to you, you had. Getting Katsuki out of the house to do things that he deemed ‘dumb’ was a harder task than one would imagine, so perhaps that's why every time he would finally agree to whatever thing you asked of, you would have a giddy smile on your face and a glint in your eyes. 

Katsuki had admitted he had never seen scream, “thee scream?!” You had asked him, baffled, promptly spurring this whole drive-in movie date to fruition. After he had finally agreed to take the both of you, you had ran around the house grabbing random –in his eyes- items and rushing out to his car.  

Following you out, he watched as you placed pillows with ruffles and tiny little beige ghosts in the bed of his truck, followed by a bunch of different blankets and even a little string of ghost fairy lights, wrapping them right above where the two of you would be laying and securing them inside the windows.  

He had a small smile on his face as he watched you, before moving toward you and grabbing you, “You’re gonna get sick. ‘Y need a jacket and shoes before we go anywhere.” Letting out a dramatic sigh, you let him carry you into the house to grab what he deemed warm enough for you to be out in, before excitedly grabbing his hands and dragging him to the car. 

He wouldn’t let you sit in the back while he drove to the drive-in, which you whined about the entire drive there, digging into the snacks he had grabbed for the movie, and rambling on about how beautiful it was outside.  

When he pulled into the drive-in, he bought popcorn and the tickets, securing a spot right in the middle before whisking you away to the bed of the truck, zipping your jacket up higher and throwing you a look to not unzip it again, before taking a seat next to you. 

You had murmured to him to take his shoes off; while pulling him to lay down flat so you could rest your head on him. He just silently listened and kicked his shoes off, moving one arm to wrap around you and having the other grab the popcorn to move beside him, in reach of the both of you.  

You had quietly giggled and continuously kept looking up at him to see his reactions toward certain scenes. Katsuki was always warm, working as a human heater in the cold; You snuggled closer to him, breathing in the musk of Teakwood and Mahogony and slight whiffs of caramel, sighing contently as he let out his own muffled laugh, mouth full of popcorn and hands working to rip open a bag of swedish fish.  

Near the end of the movie, he had made a comment about not getting why so many people loved the movie so much, causing you to toss a piece of popcorn at him as he gave an apathetic look down at you. You laughed as he dramatically rolled his eyes. “Fineee, this one may have not been your favorite, but the shining definitely will be.” With a glint of mischief in your eyes, and a light smile gracing your face, he let out a sigh, and with a smile of his own said, “Sure, baby. Whatever you say.” 

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gonna maybeeeee be postin a little katsuki drabble tonight hehe

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I recently like restarted mha because I missed it and before I wasn't rlly into tomura and though he was yucky. But like now... he's got me feeling some kinda way 👅👅👅. SO YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY RIGHT FOR HIM SOMETIME!!

Also bae jjk just gets sadder the more you watch it, I've read some of it and am on like season 2 episode 20 of the anime and oh ny gyatt I was like sobbing crying throwing up watching it because yuji gets like traumatized like every 5 seconds and he like sobs like a baby om the floor and my heart BROKE. because why do they keep hurting my boyfie 😟

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dare i say i’ve been a katsuki and tomura girlie since their first appearances >.< i gotta get more figures for them!!!!! i only have like 3 for tomura and i think 2 for katsuki aaa

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i am currently on my 3rd margarita and am writing my little soul away

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˖⋆࿐໋ BNHA MASTERLIST

₊˚⊹ katsuki bakugou ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⋆ dance with me

katsuki bakugou x reader ⋆ warnings: poetic n sappy n VERY sentimental ⋆ words: 1.2k

⋆ what’s your favorite scary movie?

katsuki bakugou x reader ⋆ warnings: more fluff >.< ⋆ words: 1k

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Oh my globbbb i love katsuki more than anything in the world, I just wanna gobble him up with the way you write him. I think it's so silly two of my fav characters in animes are bakugo and yuji, like absolutely polar opposites, BUT THEYRE BOTH MY BABIESSSS!!!

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i was just thinking of you nonnie!!!!!! i’m workin extra hard to make a spooky little AU for him hehe i’m so so excited to release part one >.<

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DANCE WITH ME

character: bakugou katsuki warnings: none i can think of, just kinda sad to sweet and very sentimental >.< words: 1.2k

synopsis:

”Years and years of Masaru begging his beloved son to listen and take interest in the things he did, before he eventually gave up. Katsuki didn’t even notice when exactly his father stopped asking him, wishing now more than ever he had listened. He wanted that outlet. He wanted to be able to find joy in tranquil activities. You made him want that.”

notes: i luv him so much i wanna die. i'm in the works for a spooky little AU for him as well as one for tomura so stay tuned for those im vv excited hehe

Growing up Katsuki's parents wanted him to be the best. To do everything. His mother wanted him to find art in more aggressive sports and hobbies. His father however, pushed for actual art. Masaru had a genuine joy for the peaceful and quiet, something of which he couldn’t enjoy as much as he’d wished for with the home he lived in. Nevertheless, in the seldom moments he had of quiet, he danced, and painted, and sat in the garden of their home, enjoying the moments he had to himself and his thoughts.  

As a kid, Katsuki hated how his father would get in specific “moods” where he just wanted to be to himself and his thoughts. He never truly understood it growing up, until he met you. You were so alike to his father; wanting to sit and enjoy the peace you had in random little moments and increments. It was such a foreign concept to Katsuki.  

He looked at you as if you were an anomaly. When the two of you had first begun dating, he just didn’t get it, who would want to be in areas of time where no one could sit and appreciate what you do. At least with volleyball, and boxing, and debate classes you earn respect for doing it and winning.  

He would sit and watch you in seemingly your own world, planting flowers, or annotating classic literature and be brought back in time to when he was 12 years old seeing his dad sit in the garden reading the same exact book with a pencil in hand. Certain foods you would make, and specific songs you would play would remind him of his father and how much Katsuki truly missed him. 

It was raining out the day he saw you swinging on the porch with a cup of tea and a book in hand, when he had called his dad. He wanted to understand it; he wanted that same peace the two of you seemed to hold so dearly. He wanted to bond over it.  

As a kid his father wanted him to take ballroom dance classes, was adamant it would be a healthy outlet to learn to express himself and to get lost in. Mitsuki and Katsuki were not big on the idea though, brushing it off and pursing their interests that more often than not landed them or others in hospital beds.  

Years and years of Masaru begging his beloved son to listen and take interest in the things he did, before he eventually gave up. Katsuki didn’t even notice when exactly his father stopped asking him, wishing now more than ever he had listened. He wanted that outlet. He wanted to be able to find joy in tranquil activities. You made him want that. 

“I'm going to my parents for a bit, want me to grab anything on the way home?” Katsuki stood by the door of the backyard, looking out at the back of your head, you sitting silently in a chair, rocking back and forth. “No, I'm okay baby. Thank you.” quietly muttered as if it were a secret, you don’t turn around. He doesn't want you to. He just stands for a moment more before muttering a quick goodbye and closing the door.  

The drive itself is weird. He doesn’t know if it’s age or if he was having an odd midlife crisis, but he doesn’t speak a word the entire drive, just quietly excelling forward.  

When he arrives at the house he had grown up in, spent every memory of birthdays and holidays, where he learned to ride a bike, where he had his first tooth fall out, every memory lingering in the air around the house, he just stands at the door for a moment.  

He doesn’t know what was different this time, but something was. Maybe himself. Maybe he had finally grown up. He was changed, and content with it.  

His attention is only brought back to the present tense when the door opens, and he sees his father's brown eyes staring back at him. Katsuki doesn’t know what comes over him, but without saying a single word, he gently pushes his way into the house and grabs ahold of his father. He felt like a little kid all over again. He just wanted to hug and talk to his dad. He wanted to take those ballroom dance classes. He wanted to bond with him. 

So that's what they did. Masaru was a man of few words most his life, keeping relatively quiet and to himself, but coming completely out of his shell with his son now. He had taught Katsuki everything he wanted to learn with a small smile and a joy Katsuki had never seen in his father.  

By the end of the night Masaru had grabbed an old record and put it on the player, having classical music whirl throughout the house, before turning to Katsuki and teaching him how to dance. Mitsuki watched quietly, quieter than Katsuki had ever seen her, with a smile and tears gleaming her eyes, happy she could see her two favorite people bonding in ways she knew her husband had always wanted to with him. 

Katsuki felt closer to them, he felt as though he had truly understood family finally. He drove home with a smile, a calm, content smile that had rarely graced his handsome face, cheerful all the way up the steps to the home he shared with you.  

Opening the door, he knew his perspective had changed, knew that life was different, a good different, and that he was fortunate enough to share it with you. You had this lopsided smile on your face when you had seen him walk through the door, raising an eyebrow and walking closer to him, covered in little raindrops.  

“I assume you had a good night at your parents’ place?” Helping him out of his jacket, you move to hang it on the rack before he stops you and interlaces his fingers with yours. “Let's dance.” he says simply, looking down at you with a look in his beautifully light eyes that gleamed and shone in enamor and affection.  

“What?” you laughed, taken aback and smiling even bigger, “Yeah, I wanna dance with you.” Tossing his phone onto the counter, the same song his father played for him started to drift throughout his new home, the home he shared with you, the home in which he held dearest of all, simply because you existed in it. you were his home.  

Grabbing ahold of you like his dad had shown him how to, he started to sway slowly, leaning his head against yours, and tightening his grip on your hips ever so lightly. He looked so odd, there was no anger, no irritation, no malice in his features whatsoever, just pure contentment. You wanted to live in this moment for the rest of the days you two had together, falling in love with him all over again.  

Katsuki Bakugou was great at many things, but as he grew and matured, he became great at understanding life, and how much peace was truly worth, especially if it meant this is how he could spend the rest of his life with you.  

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hi i am SO in love with ur theme

AAAA omg thank you so much babes >.<

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drabbles!!

silly little thoughts and drabbles!!

my hero academia ⋆

⋆ walking heater katsuki

⋆ watching true crime with tamaki

⋆ virgin! shoto thoughts

⋆ virgin! katsuki thoughts

⋆ best friend to boyfriend bakugou

chainsaw man ⋆

⋆ csm characters with a doctor reader

⋆ mario cart with denji

bungo stray dogs ⋆

⋆ who fell first and harder with the bsd boys

⋆ brushing sigma’s hair

miscellaneous ⋆

⋆ men that would bend you over a counter

⋆ sugar daddies who buy them and their baby matching red bottoms

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˖⋆࿐໋ bnha smau’s

pls send ideas for smau’s in!! ⋆ ˚｡

↬ caught … on fire?

↬ been awhile … haha

↬ where’s my snacks??

↬ embarrassing pictures

↬ bring some tampons

⊹₊ ⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGOU

↬ texts with boyfriend bakugou

˖⋆࿐໋ jjk smau’s

↬ embarrassing pictures

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are your masterlists supposed to be empty or is it just me sorry 😞

YES AAA IM SO SORRY IM DOING MAINTENANCE RN i’ll fix it rn babes omg

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emoji anons ⊹₊ ⋆

feel free to send an ask in to become an anon eee

🍨. tonight dough nonnie<3

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UR BACK OMG GIRL!! it's tonight doe anon here thanking you for your service with that bakugo post 👅👅👅. I WANT HIM SOOO BYAD

In honor of tonight dough I wanna be 🍨 nonnie!!

I AM BACK!!!! gonna add u right now pretty omgomgomg

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Ur new fav tonight dough nonnie would LOVEEE to see some bakugou bf texts whenever you're feeling up to writing some, ya girl is WEAK for katsuki 😋

omg hi babe i FINALLY wrote some for ya here

ALSO PLS PICK AN EMOJI SO I CAN ADD U TO MY ANON LIST BABES

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boyfriend bakugou texts for da soul

˖⋆࿐໋ . fem!reader . crack

˖⋆࿐໋ . katsuki

my god, love’s embarrassing as hell

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I WAS READING ONE OF YOUR SMAU'S AND YUJI SAID HED GET YOU YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM AND WE SAID THE TONIGHT DOIGH AND I GASPED. BECAUSE THAT'S LITTERALLY MY FAVORITE. I WAS TAKEN ABACK THAT SOMEONE ELSE KNEW ABOUT IT.

anyways love your writings they're so 🙏🙏🙏

AAAA STOP IM OBSESSED WITH THE TONIGHT DOUGH honestly all of us tonight dough enjoyers need to band together hehe

and thank you so much babes!! pls pls feel free to send in smau requests ANYTIME