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meadow afterglow
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- heâs super whipped but helpless, i switch povs from bakugou to reader often, tiny bit of angst.. some misunderstandingâboth bakugou and reader are idiots that canât communicate
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analysis: bakugou fucking hates flowersâtheyâre too fragrant, too clichĂŠ, 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 doesnât like flowers. hates them, despises themâloathes them even! flowers just arenât his thing.
when they came along with prizes (where he won first place of course), heâd 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, heâd 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 thatâs only one problem his pr team deals with.)
so yeah, in conclusion: bakugou isnât particularly fond of flowers. itâs one of his many supposedly unpleasant traitsânot that he really cares. now, heâs changed in these past years, truly, but heâs still maintained some of the roughness of his personality.
âcause when you think of pro hero dynamight, number two on the hero charts (interchangeably with number one pro hero deku), you donât think of flowers.
but⌠here he is. itâs 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 doesnât even know why he hesitates going entering the shopâheâs 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.
âback so soon, dynamight?â
he grunts and turns his head away, sharply avoiding your gaze so you miss the squinting of his red eyes. youâre behind the counter as usual, fixing the arrangement of some daisies in their pots.
his cheeks burn but heâs lingering by the entrance, feigning his attention on the shelves decked with plants so you donât see any blush. âyeah, yeah.. jusâ give me some damn flowers already,â 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.
âanything like usual then, dynamight?â
fuck, he canât help but wonder what his actual name would sound like off your tongue. itâs always been dynamight this, dynamight thatâand while he certainly doesnât mind, he just canât help but wonder. when you tilt your head at him, he realizes he had been staring. he clears his throat. âyeah, whatever.â
finally, he walks toward the counter, moving around the small display tables topped with a pretty arrangement of succulents as you beam at him.
âalrighty then!â you clasp your head together, nodding for a bit. âi hope you donât mind tulips then. we got a fresh new batch so they should just do fine!â
he nods in acknowledgement. âyeah, thatâs fine fâme,â he huffs. and as you send him another smile and you dismiss yourself to the back to fetch said tulips, he canât 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 favorâhe 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 sawâyours. he had stormed in and just demanded for a bouquet and the rest was history.
he found himself coming back even though he didnât even need fucking flowers. (at first, he tells himself itâs because heâs got nothing better to do. and then he convinces himself itâs just to ensure the safety of another civilian, since you close nearing nighttime and walk home. and then he canât 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. âhere you go!â you chirp, presenting the tucked tulips in some wrapper.
heâs grabbing his wallet from his pocket with a huff. âright.â he can feel your gaze on him patiently and he almost fumbles with his hands. (how embarrassingâheâs 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 how endearing it is to see how your name tag is lopsided on your shirt and your wrinkled work apron has some stains of dirt on it. but instead, he says- âgo home, dumbass.â
he knows youâre 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. âi could tell you the same thing, dynamight,â 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. âi meant- it gets dark faster nowadays, âkay? go home.â
you salute him playfully. âof course. you know i donât close up the shop until you leave. youâre my last customer, dynamight.â (he knows.) âdrive safe!â
âmhm.â 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 noonâit gets a bit busier around this time with people in the city. peak business hour because sometimes, thereâs always that one person whoâs 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 donât 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.
âpro hero dynamight is on the scene of the ongoing shionosu bank robbery with the help of some sidekicks and-â
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 visitsâhis honest and brash presentation may be off putting to others but you donât mind. heâs like a literal explosion in your little life. you like to think that your plants enjoy his company.
besides, itâs 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 againâhe 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 âoi! you still open? get me some shit for a date or something!â and thatâs how it happened.
you wouldnât 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 youâre quite embarrassed of yourself by the the effect he has on you, even on a damn screen.
âhah? just some fuckinâ d-list criminals who chose the wrong day to rob a bank,â he barks at the reporter, âyou really think i couldnât handle those shits?â of course, his words are poorly censored and you canât help but laugh.
yeah, youâre okay with what you have. youâre 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 youâll 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. âgood evening, dynamight!â
he sighs quietly, taking in the calm and scenery of your shop. itâs a welcomed contrast after the hectic events of todayâannoying criminals thinking they could take him down and even more annoying reporters with nosy questions.
âhey.â he grunts, then asks curiously, âhow was your day?â he decides to ignore how pleasant surprise flicks over your face by roaming through the shelves on the side.
âit was pretty good,â you hum in reply. thereâs a pause and then you add, âi saw you on tv today. a robbery, huh?â
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. âoh, yeah,â he chuffs, âimpressed?â
you giggle to yourself, crossing your arms as you observe him. âimpressed by how they somehow managed to censor you, thatâs for sure.â
katsuki winces only subtly and rolls his eyes as he comes out from behind the shelving to approach the counter. âyeah, yeah. pretty sure my pr team is gonna try ân whoop my ass again for that.â he barks out a rough laugh. âas if they could.â
you tilt your head back as you laugh with him, and fuck, he thinks he can watch you laugh all day. itâs music to his ears. âright,â you snort, âthey can try, huh?â
he straightens his shirt somewhat, noticing the obvious wrinkles on them. âoh, yeah. you watch me the whole time?â heâs teasing.
âyou wish,â you banter back, now uncrossing your arms to drum your fingers on the table absentmindedly. âthis woman came in for some flowers. she was so kind- i gave her some delphiniums!â
he tilts his head, brows furrowing. âdelphi-what now?â he huffs, leaning against the counter as he watches you brighten up. (damn, are you cute. but heâs not gonna say that out loud.)
âdelphiniums are pretty.â you sigh and then start to ramble, âi 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, iâm talking too much, arenât i?â you rub the back of your neck sheepishly. âyouâre just here for some flowers, sorry. uh, just anything like usual?â
bakugou blinks and chuckles softly. ânah, donâ worry. like hearing you talk.â shit, did he really say that? he straightens his posture and clears his throat, trying to act all nonchalant. âand uh, actually- iâll take the larkspurs or whatever.â
you gaze is wide before you nod with a bright smile. âlarkspurs it is.â
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. âcause 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 hereâs his childhood friend, rambling on with the familiar faces of half ân half bastard and round cheeks, and theyâre entirely invested with his current dilemma. âi just donât know what to get her! iâm overthinking this, right? just a simple gift or some flowers could do, right?â
ochako pats midoriyaâs shoulder reassuringly, saying, âyou shouldnât worry about it too much, deku. iâm sure your mom would love anything you get her!â
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 bakugouâs irritation. old habits die hard, he supposes. (however, when you ramble, he finds that he doesnât want you to stop.)
some of the others are joining in on the conversation to pass timeâthereâs fucking both dunce face and soy sauce face and heâs pretty sure heâs one second away from blowing the shit out of all of âem. 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. âoh, for the love of- can you shut your trap already? jusâ get her some larkspurs or some shit.â
fuckinâ nerd looks at him all curious and interested, and heâs got the attention of the others now as well. âlarkspurs, kacchan?â deku questions.
âyeah,â 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, âwoah, kacchan. since when were you a flower expert?â the electric hero grins and leans forward and the others are obviously interested too.
âfuck off!â katsuki snaps roughly, âi ainât no expert on some damn flowers. hate those fuckinâ things.â
he grumbles when the others laugh and continue to tease him whilst deku thanks him profusely. yeahâheâs still a damn nerd.
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itâs another day of business. still midday, with the sun taking its place in the high in the sky. the afternoons arenât as hot anymore, and you know you should start to move some of the display plants outside back inside but youâll 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 canât help but let your thoughts drift back to a certain blonde. judging how he really didnât care what flowers he gotâother than the time he had asked for the larkspursâyou guessed his partner really didnât 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.
âd-dynamight?â 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 doneâwhat the hell is he doing here? in the afternoon?
âya busy?â bakugou grunts, making his way in without any further words.
he looks so out of place hereâbrandished armor and heavy duty boots sounding heavy on the floor. youâre 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 flowers and plants.
âum- um, no?â you then shake your head. âwhatâre you doing here? not that i mind! itâs just.. youâve never come in the middle of the day before! what if someone sees you?â
he makes sure his grenadier bracers donât actually knock down your hard work of arrangements, looking to you. âsâwhy iâm gonna be quick, idiot. canât come later tonight so âm here now.â
âo-oh! of course.â you rush around the counter to pick something simple to offer to him, since he doesnât seem to care again on what heâll receive. youâre aware of his eyes following you as you grab some false indigos for a bundle.
âstay safe out there, dynamight,â you bid him, holding out the flowers for him to take. âiâll see you some other time then?â you hate how hopeful you sound.
his red irises linger on you for a couple of seconds before he nods and pays up. âyeah, you will. you stay safe, idiot.â
his words make you feel warmâwith the false indigos now with him, you simply smile. you wonât tell him that they symbolize protection; maybe he can learn that another day.
(later on, you see a media outlight that reads PRO HERO DYNAMIGHT SEEN WITH FLOWERS⌠HAS HE FOUND A PARTNER? and you hate how the title makes your stomach churn with jealousyâbut seeing your flowers tucked delicately in his arms is worth it.)
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bakugou actually doesnât 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 heâs back now, thankfully, and heâs antsy to see you after all this time. (mind you, itâs 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 canât 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 wouldnât be surprised that you donât, he couldnât lie and say heâd be a bit disappointed.
but as he pulls in into the parking lot, heâs 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 isnât sure heâs moved faster than he has in his lifeâheâs scrambling out of the car to help you when you manage to land a sucker punch square into one of the assholeâs jaws. with your flank exposed, another one lunges for you and you scream.
âyou fucker!â 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. âare you hurt? did they touch you?â he demands, brows furrowed. âiâm-â
he falters when you simply stare at him in awe. the silence between you two is deafening and he doesnât know how to interpret it. he starts, worried, âhey, are you-â
you arms wrapping him around has him inhaling sharply. his arms linger, unsure of what to do but he accepts your embrace delicately. âthank you, dynamight,â you murmur after a moment, still holding him.
he breathes softly, and heâs all quiet when he speaks again. â..itâs bakugou to you,â he tells you gruffly, âgot it?â
his words have caught you by surpriseâhe knows it by the way your eyes widen when you pull back to look at him. he meets your stare readily.
âthank you, bakugou,â 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. âremind me not to get you mad. that punch looked nasty.â
you laugh genuinely, and katsuki canât 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 isnât 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 didnât have to waste his time driving to your shop, waiting for you to close and then dropping you off at your apartmentâbut he insisted. like, almost put you in a headlock if your dumbass didnât 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. heâs simply doing his jobâprotecting people, sâall.
but in moments like this, you think you can selfishly enjoy yourself.
heâs blasting his musicâsome sort of punk rock that you canât deny is pretty catchyâwith his newly acquired lilacs resting on the center console for him to take home. itâs a bit silly, hearing such vulgar lyrics in the background as the petals of the magenta flowers shake slightly.
âyouâll enjoy your new home with bakugou, wonât you?â you coo at the plant, brushing your fingers over it tenderly. âheâll take good care of you, iâm sure.â
bakugouâs 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. âare you seriously talking to the fuckinâ flowers?â
you lightly glare at him, a smile quirking up on the corners of your lips. âit helps them grow when you talk to âem nicely!â
âoh, yeah?â he raises a brow, snorting againâbut heâs got an amused smirk on his face now as he focuses back on driving. âiâll keep that in mind then, idiot.â
you sneak subtle side glances at him the rest of the ride, admiring his beautyâso close yet so far.
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this is so fucking stupid, bakugou thinks. he should be buying flowers for you, not from youâor 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 youâre getting the hint that heâs not exactly here for the flowers.
katsuki doesnât even bother announcing himself when he doesnât see you behind the counterâyouâre probably somewhere in the back tidying up some final things so you can leave, so he starts looking for something to buy already.
âhey, got anything new fâme to buy?â 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, âyeah, i do! just lemme-â way closer than before and just as he enters the doorway of the backroom, you appearâwalking right into him.
now, obviously heâs a wall. lean and fine muscle make up his bodyâand you crash into him, yelping when you stumble back in surprise.
bakugouâs reflexes are quick and he manages to catch you in timeâhis arm dips low and braces the small of your back before you can fall over. âfuckinâ idiot,â he huffs out, âbe careful.â
âhey!â you cry out in protest, âyouâre the one who was standing there! for someone so loud, you sure are stealthy.â
âah? i can be plenty fucking stealthy!â he argues, voice booming against the walls and proving your point.
you giggle at thatâand thatâs when katsuki realizes youâre 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. âalright, brat. gonna give me my flowers so we can fuckinâ leave already?â
he thinks he sees your shoulders relax and fall down before you nod and brush past him. âyeah, of course.â
he scoffs and follows you, wondering what itâd be like to kiss you.
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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 waiting for you to finish, casually leaning on the counter as he observes the store. okay, well- youâre not exactly sure what heâs doing, since heâs probably memorized the entire layout of your small area of the building by now because of how many times heâs been here.
youâre humming idly to yourself, the tv flicked on to some music ambience channel to full in the quiet air anytime bakugou isnât striking up a conversation. heâs been silent for a while now.
âwhatâs a personâs ideal date?â
you nearly drop a vase. obviously, the question surprises you. it should, you think, since this is a pro hero whoâs been coming to your flower shop for over a month or two now, supposedly getting flowers for his significant otherâeven if he does linger around longer than he should and drives you homeâand heâs asking you on what someoneâs ideal date is? this.. doesnât make any sense.
âwell...â you begin reluctantly, unsure of where this is leading, and even more unsure on how to actually answer. âit depends on the person, bakugou.â
the blonde simply clicks his tongue and his eyes meet yours.
âokay then. whatâs your ideal date?â
just when you think he canât surprise you any further, he does. youâre pretty sure you eyes nearly bug out of their sockets as you set the vase aside so you donât actually drop it. âhuh?â
âyou heard me, dumbass,â katsuki scoffs with a roll of his eyes and you want to disappear into the floor. âwhatâs your ideal date?â
your throat suddenly feels dry. âiâm, uh, not the best person to ask for romantic advice, bakugou,â you warn, trying to be all teasing as you laugh anxiously. you do not want to help him plan out a dateâyouâd rather throw yourself into the sun.
ââm serious, brat,â bakugou grumbles, crossing his arms and glaring at you. you canât read him, usually you canât, but his eyes are warm. âtell me.â
you continue fiddling with some ribbons as you glance away to contemplate. âwell.. a- a picnic date would be nice. with some of my favorite foods, maybe. itâd probably be out in some meadow. just.. a nice, open meadow where you can see flowers for miles.â you sigh dreamily.
itâs quiet again and then you glance back to him, stammering, âbut- but thatâs just my preference! i dunno if the person youâre seeing would like that ân stuff. everyoneâs different, yâknow?â
suddenly heâs got his 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-
âhah?â bakugou snaps, voice colored in disbelief, âwho the hell said i was seeing someone?â
what? now itâs your turn to be utterly confused, and you stare at him with wide eyes. âyouâre not- youâre not seeing someone? dating someone?â you inquire, puzzled.
âno, dumbass!â he barks out, âiâm not- where the fuck did you get that idea from?â
you blink once, twice. âyou!â you cry out, saying, âwhen you came in here for the very first time, you asked me to get you flowers for a date!â
bakugouâs eyes widen and then heâs taking steps towards you. ânot a date for me, dumbass! my friend asked me to get him flowers for his date!â
you mind spins with the new information but youâre still so confused, still in denialâyou shake your head. âbut- but.. why else would you come in for flowers every single day?â
âbecause i wanted to see you!â
oh. the confession has your cheeks heating up. so⌠the blonde youâve 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 canât believe what he had just said aloud. his words are echoing in your head and you laugh a little. âyou.. arenât here for the flowers?â you say softly.
his gaze is all warm as he relaxes, and you can see the faint pink tingeing his cheeks. âno,â he confesses in a grumble, â..âm here for you and your stupid dumbass.â
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 doesnât know what to do with his fingers before they tighten around yours. âwe really are idiots, huh?â when he glares at you softly, you add, âi like you too. just so you know.â
his blush is visible and oh so pretty now, and he lets out a sigh of relief at your words. and then he snorts, âgood, âcus iâm gonna need some help takinâ care of all the stupid fuckinâ flowers at my apartment. itâs practically a shop now too.â
as he pulls you into a crushing hug, you burst into a fit of giggles.
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âyou forgot to water this one, you idiot!â katsuki calls from the corner of your shop, grumbling at some of the drooping crotons you brought in recently. âwhere the fuck did you put the watering can?â
you point to the counter, too occupied with fixing the succulents. âshould be somewhere on the floor over there, suki,â 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.
âthanks, katsuki,â you hum as you stand back up, âyouâre a big help, yâknow?â
he scoffs. âyeah, yeah.â as he tilts the watering can to spray the plants, he continues in a hushed voice. âwhat you would âlil fuckers do without me, ah?â
your heart does a flip. a month or so ago, you wouldnât 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 wouldnât have believed it if they had told you heâd 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 itâs there, when he kisses you, that bakugou katsuki realizes that he doesnât hate flowers. especially since he has the most gorgeous flower of them allâyou.
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AN: About time I did this!So please, enjoy the hcs and have a wonderful rest of your day/night <3333
~Diavolo~
He finally got a new human exchange student! Oh?? And they're from a different cultural background? How wonderful!
He absolutely is smitten and fascinated by you even more now, you'll be respectfully bombarded with questions about your culture from him and you'll be more than happy to answer them
He will take your holidays seriously, like your independence day or Dia De Los Muertos (That one interests him the MOST). Will even help you set up your decorations or ofrenda anywhere you'd like to make you happy.
He will try his best to learn your language to the best of his ability! He will also appreciate little nicknames (Ex- I call him Diavolo el Pollo Loco for no reason)
~Barbatos~
Like Lucifer, he'll absolutely adore it when you make un cafecito for him with any sort of pan, it gets him going for the rest of the day
If your mom woke you up early in the morning para limpiar playing blasting her music from the kitchen or living room, Barbs will most likely do that to you too (And let you play whatever music to please you)
He'll let you teach him how to make flan, tres leches, and pan dulce! He thinks it's so fascinating and how wonderful it tastes.
Him + Abuelita Hot Chocolate in winter = Heaven. That's it. That's the headcannon.
~Simeon~
He is so kind an respectful when asking questions about your culture, not only will he educate himself on your culture, he will write small references of it in his TSL books.
While he's working, he'll let you play your corridos or something to pass the time. His heart will explode if you sing and dance to the music.
HIM DANCING TO CUMBIA OR BACHATA WITH YOU IS JUST HEAVENLY.
He's the type to get the Tias and your Abuelita swooning over him calling him mijito y todo eso
~Solomon~
You teach him the art of an egg cleansing your family did to you and any other protection charm (mal de ojos) and those red braclets you get at the pulga
He made you a dish of your culture just for you! Oh. He MADE it. You're quaking in your shoes. He's gonna make you eat it in front of him. Good luck.
When you too go to the human world, he will take you to the pulga to find some mal de ojos and other possible 'magic' relics.
Like Diavolo, your holidays are his biggest curiosity! Will peer over your shoulder when you place things carefully in the ofrenda and ask questions.
~Luke~
You don't call him a Chihuahua due to the fact that you know Chihuahuas are vicious and always named Princess or smth like that. But you do call him Firulais and he hasn't a clue what does it mean :)
Like Barbs, he'll help or watch you make traditional desserts! It gives him an excuse to spend time with him and to report things to Michael
You say that he reminds you of your little brother, primo or nephew and it makes him smile that you could consider him family
He is a victim of mordidas on his birthday, but it's more of a soft push into the cake for his sake.
Done with this one! Again sorry if its kinda short but I tried my best. Thank you for reading lovlies <333
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*ďźâżâObey Me Brothers X Hispanic(Leaning to Mexican)MC Shenanigansââżďź*pt 2 Here
FIRST POST WOOO. Sorry if the post was a little bit short on didn't know what else to put đ Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night 𤊠Edit: Should I make one with the side characters? I'm down if y'all down :))
~Lucifer~
He likes listening to old songs with you while he's working, just the thought of you humming or even DANCING in front of him makes him so happy. He will also learn the translations to understand further about your culture :))
THIS MAN. I KNOW DAMN WELL HE WILL LEARN CUMBIA OR SMTH JUST TO HAVE THE HONOR OF DANCING WITH YOU. AND HE'S GOOD
He cannot and will not drink un cafecito if you didn't make it. He likes the fact that you make time out of your day to make it for him. Sometimes you'll even add like a dessert like a concha
He thinks you speaking another language is heaven. The way your voice sounds while rolling your R's or how calming you can make the language sound.
~Mammon~
BACHATA KING
You called him MamĂłn for a while and he thought it was a term of endearment. (It can be if that's how you interpret affection bc same :D)
He insisted you teach him your language so it can be like secret code for you two only
Will buy jewelry or trinkets that he thinks resembles your culture in a heartbeat
~Levi~
You would think he won't have a clue what your language is called due to the fact he doesn't socialize, but he actually does know due to him playing a few games online with someone who speaks your language.
Somehow you got him watching El Chavo or Familia Peluche, even though it isn't anime, he's glad you're enjoying yourself with him and not his brothers
You make him watch the animes in your language (Smth like Candy Candy) and he LOVES it. Y'all have multiple binge nights.
After you leave his room, he will look up more info about your culture and if he can impress you with something.
~Satan~
As soon as he gets the information about what language you speak, he's reading everything, to your cultures history, holidays or customs, and of course, the language (mainly cuss words)
You painstakingly tell him about mordidas on someone's birthday. Lucifer isn't safe.
You tell him stories about your family and how they gave you a special nickname or what you did to get in trouble.
Overall he is enamored by you even more, it makes you stand out and more special to him.
~Asmo~
Will ask as many questions as he can about your cultures style of clothing, music, and parties. He already knows you're so heavenly to him so why bother asking about the beauty standards there.
Asks you to model with him wearing your traditional garb, whether it be modernized or not he loves you expressing yourself and your culture
Random ~te amos~ whispered in your ear :)))
Is all about the chisme with you. If it's about his brothers or demons in RAD, he'll get mugs with some tea for the both of you and have your lil gossip sessions
~Beel~
When he gets a minor injury from working out, you're right there talking care of him and slapping rubbing Vaporub on his wound.
Is all about the food. Is it spicy?? Awesome. Sweet?? Let him try it. If you're making the effort to show him your culture through food, he's honored. Never a bad word about it from Beel
He loves gansitos a LOT they can stand pretty close to his custard in rankings. Not to mention any other dessert.
If he ate any of your snacks, he's very apologetic and takes you out to eat to a restaurant of your culture.
~Belphie~
Them thick ass blankets are the best thing you've ever introduced to him.
Imagine him falling asleep to you singing those old lullabies your family sang to you as a child
Like Satan, he learns how to cuss in your language and about the mordida.
You make him some Abuelita hot chocolate and snuggle up in that thick ass blanket.
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Also me: *gets sick* it's just allergies :D
It's a cold. I have a cold and I feel like crap helP-
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Will I be rewatching Howl's Moving Castle for the 100th time again? Yes. Yes I will.
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ďźâżâObey me Side Characters x Hispanic MC Shenanigansââżďźpt 1 here
AN: About time I did this!So please, enjoy the hcs and have a wonderful rest of your day/night <3333
~Diavolo~
He finally got a new human exchange student! Oh?? And they're from a different cultural background? How wonderful!
He absolutely is smitten and fascinated by you even more now, you'll be respectfully bombarded with questions about your culture from him and you'll be more than happy to answer them
He will take your holidays seriously, like your independence day or Dia De Los Muertos (That one interests him the MOST). Will even help you set up your decorations or ofrenda anywhere you'd like to make you happy.
He will try his best to learn your language to the best of his ability! He will also appreciate little nicknames (Ex- I call him Diavolo el Pollo Loco for no reason)
~Barbatos~
Like Lucifer, he'll absolutely adore it when you make un cafecito for him with any sort of pan, it gets him going for the rest of the day
If your mom woke you up early in the morning para limpiar playing blasting her music from the kitchen or living room, Barbs will most likely do that to you too (And let you play whatever music to please you)
He'll let you teach him how to make flan, tres leches, and pan dulce! He thinks it's so fascinating and how wonderful it tastes.
Him + Abuelita Hot Chocolate in winter = Heaven. That's it. That's the headcannon.
~Simeon~
He is so kind an respectful when asking questions about your culture, not only will he educate himself on your culture, he will write small references of it in his TSL books.
While he's working, he'll let you play your corridos or something to pass the time. His heart will explode if you sing and dance to the music.
HIM DANCING TO CUMBIA OR BACHATA WITH YOU IS JUST HEAVENLY.
He's the type to get the Tias and your Abuelita swooning over him calling him mijito y todo eso
~Solomon~
You teach him the art of an egg cleansing your family did to you and any other protection charm (mal de ojos) and those red braclets you get at the pulga
He made you a dish of your culture just for you! Oh. He MADE it. You're quaking in your shoes. He's gonna make you eat it in front of him. Good luck.
When you too go to the human world, he will take you to the pulga to find some mal de ojos and other possible 'magic' relics.
Like Diavolo, your holidays are his biggest curiosity! Will peer over your shoulder when you place things carefully in the ofrenda and ask questions.
~Luke~
You don't call him a Chihuahua due to the fact that you know Chihuahuas are vicious and always named Princess or smth like that. But you do call him Firulais and he hasn't a clue what does it mean :)
Like Barbs, he'll help or watch you make traditional desserts! It gives him an excuse to spend time with him and to report things to Michael
You say that he reminds you of your little brother, primo or nephew and it makes him smile that you could consider him family
He is a victim of mordidas on his birthday, but it's more of a soft push into the cake for his sake.
Done with this one! Again sorry if its kinda short but I tried my best. Thank you for reading lovlies <333
#obey me headcanons#obey me luke#obey me simeon#obey me diavolo#obey me solomon#obey me barbatos#obey me mc#hispanics
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*ďźâżâObey Me Brothers X Hispanic(Leaning to Mexican)MC Shenanigansââżďź*pt 2 Here
FIRST POST WOOO. Sorry if the post was a little bit short on didn't know what else to put đ Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night 𤊠Edit: Should I make one with the side characters? I'm down if y'all down :))
~Lucifer~
He likes listening to old songs with you while he's working, just the thought of you humming or even DANCING in front of him makes him so happy. He will also learn the translations to understand further about your culture :))
THIS MAN. I KNOW DAMN WELL HE WILL LEARN CUMBIA OR SMTH JUST TO HAVE THE HONOR OF DANCING WITH YOU. AND HE'S GOOD
He cannot and will not drink un cafecito if you didn't make it. He likes the fact that you make time out of your day to make it for him. Sometimes you'll even add like a dessert like a concha
He thinks you speaking another language is heaven. The way your voice sounds while rolling your R's or how calming you can make the language sound.
~Mammon~
BACHATA KING
You called him MamĂłn for a while and he thought it was a term of endearment. (It can be if that's how you interpret affection bc same :D)
He insisted you teach him your language so it can be like secret code for you two only
Will buy jewelry or trinkets that he thinks resembles your culture in a heartbeat
~Levi~
You would think he won't have a clue what your language is called due to the fact he doesn't socialize, but he actually does know due to him playing a few games online with someone who speaks your language.
Somehow you got him watching El Chavo or Familia Peluche, even though it isn't anime, he's glad you're enjoying yourself with him and not his brothers
You make him watch the animes in your language (Smth like Candy Candy) and he LOVES it. Y'all have multiple binge nights.
After you leave his room, he will look up more info about your culture and if he can impress you with something.
~Satan~
As soon as he gets the information about what language you speak, he's reading everything, to your cultures history, holidays or customs, and of course, the language (mainly cuss words)
You painstakingly tell him about mordidas on someone's birthday. Lucifer isn't safe.
You tell him stories about your family and how they gave you a special nickname or what you did to get in trouble.
Overall he is enamored by you even more, it makes you stand out and more special to him.
~Asmo~
Will ask as many questions as he can about your cultures style of clothing, music, and parties. He already knows you're so heavenly to him so why bother asking about the beauty standards there.
Asks you to model with him wearing your traditional garb, whether it be modernized or not he loves you expressing yourself and your culture
Random ~te amos~ whispered in your ear :)))
Is all about the chisme with you. If it's about his brothers or demons in RAD, he'll get mugs with some tea for the both of you and have your lil gossip sessions
~Beel~
When he gets a minor injury from working out, you're right there talking care of him and slapping rubbing Vaporub on his wound.
Is all about the food. Is it spicy?? Awesome. Sweet?? Let him try it. If you're making the effort to show him your culture through food, he's honored. Never a bad word about it from Beel
He loves gansitos a LOT they can stand pretty close to his custard in rankings. Not to mention any other dessert.
If he ate any of your snacks, he's very apologetic and takes you out to eat to a restaurant of your culture.
~Belphie~
Them thick ass blankets are the best thing you've ever introduced to him.
Imagine him falling asleep to you singing those old lullabies your family sang to you as a child
Like Satan, he learns how to cuss in your language and about the mordida.
You make him some Abuelita hot chocolate and snuggle up in that thick ass blanket.
#obey me headcanons#obey me mc#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmo headcanons#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#first post
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