#if you noticed me giving Ichigo cat-like traits no you didn’t

[acediaedeus]

the reason I like Grimmjow so much is, obviously, because he’s a feline-adjacent character and that’s all I really need. and that’s also why my mission in this life is to slap as many feline traits on him as possible.

but before that I need to reinforce my “cat person Ichigo” agenda, because he would definitely be one, and not just because of Grimmjow, no. I just feel like if Ichigo had to get a pet it would be a cat, because cats are rather self-sufficient and independent, they don’t require 24/7 attention (rather hate it even), their needs are easily met and over all they are quiet, calm. cats enjoy a great nap and lazing around, but do get into a playful mood at times, which all sounds to me very much like Ichigo. also I think the ways cats show affection would really appeal to him, as well as their companionable silence, their presence small, but comforting, because they let you know you’re not alone.

so, enter Grimmjow with all his feline grace, a predator to his very core, snappy and yet intelligence shines in all that he does. and when things come down to affection he is still so very cat-like with it. a cat who’s been hurt, had to fight and hunt to survive, bristly and quick to anger and oh so slow to trust. just like the stray that you see on a street, that you get down on your knees for and thrust your hand out so it can sniff it or swipe its claws at or get frightened by, forcing it to retreat, run away, whatever wins out in that stray’s mind: curiosity, flight or fight. and Grimmjow is that stray too, but pride won’t let him run away and he’s been wondering the world long enough to not be so easily swayed into what could very well be a trap by mere curiosity. that is, until Kurosaki Ichigo.

and so Grimmjow meets him and falls into his trap, not willingly, not without a fight. he hisses and growls, he yells and spits venom, he scrambles to get out, claws like daggers swiping at everything, anything, to find something to dig into, so he can pull himself out. and yet he can’t, and with time resigns himself to the fact, that he doesn’t even really want to.

Kurosaki’s presence at first disappoints, nothing, but prey in all his terror, shaking hands, erratic movements, but as the fight goes on the boy feels less and less like prey, and then his mouth is twisted into something deranged, something similar if not identical to Grimmjow’s own smile, all sharp teeth and the promise of violence. maybe not so disappointing after all. every next time they fight each other after that Kurosaki’s presence gets more intense, at times making Grimmjow’s hair stand on end. and then they don’t see each other for a long time, and then they do, and Grimmjow somehow failed to notice when Kurosaki’s presence stopped feeling like something crushing down on him, urging him to fight against whatever it is and destroy it, and more like a blanket, light, but there, seemingly insignificant and yet comforting and warm.

Kurosaki Ichigo doesn’t feel like a fight all the time anymore, although Grimmjow enjoys every second of it when he does, and he finds that he doesn’t mind it as much as he thought he would. the boy, who’s not even a boy anymore, is there, on his knees before a stray, holding out his hand, ready to bleed, but hoping for softness. and Grimmjow is that stray, ready to claw and yet choosing to trust, if only for a second. and when that trust doesn’t result in hurt, Grimmjow finds it brings security.

anyway, before I ramble even more, oh my god, what is this?!?!?? all I wanted to write was “Grimmjow and Ichigo are like those lions you see in TV programs about wildlife, nuzzling each other’s heads and then flopping down against the other for a nap”??? what is this shit 💀🙏🏻??

[simplybakugou]

Pretty Hurts

↝ Babysitting was just as dreadful as Bakugou imagined, especially when his daughter decides to give her dad a makeover.

⋆ PAIRING: dad!bakugou x female!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1327

A/N: So I’ve been feeling like shit the past week and I feel bad that I haven’t been writing as much as usual. So I wrote this to cheer myself up because dad!bakugou always makes me happy. Oh, and I'm reusing the name Suki as Bakugou’s daughter’s name from a few other scenarios I've written because I think the name’s cute. Also I keep referencing Beyoncé songs (which is where my display name is from) if y’all ever noticed.

✐posted 07.31.2018✐

“Daddy! You’re being boring right now!”

Two months. For the first time in two months Bakugou had finally gotten a day off. Unfortunately, you were still called to work so he couldn’t coax you into staying at home with him no matter how hard he tried. Even more unfortunate, your daughter, Suki, also had break from school, leaving Bakugou on babysitting duty.

“I’m really fucking tired, Suki,” Bakugou groaned as the small child plopped down beside him on the couch.

Suki huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Momma said you’re not supposed to be cursing like that.”

“Well Momma’s not here right now, and she’s not the boss of me.” Bakugou propped his feet up onto the table.

“Then why are you always scared of her when she yells at you?”

Bakugou scoffed, turning angrily at his daughter. “Listen here, you little brat, there’s no one on this fucking planet who’s more intimidating than I am!”

Suki stood up on the couch, pointing an accusing finger at her stubborn father. That was one trait they shared: their stubbornness. “You’re a liar! You’re scared of Momma and Grandma!”

“This is why I fucking hate kids.”

Suki snickered, knowing full well that she had won today’s battle. She plopped back down on her seat, shaking Bakugou’s shoulder in annoyance. “Can we do something? I’m bored?”

“What the fuck do you wanna do? I’m getting tired of hearing your voice, you’re worse than your mother.”

Suki suddenly brightened up, jumping down from the couch and running upstairs. “I got an idea!”

“Don’t fucking fall down! If you bust your ass, I'll leave you at the hospital, you brat!”

Suki giggled, retrieving a black bag and practically skipping down the steps. “Daddy's all talk but you love me too much.”

Bakugou stared down at his daughter. Any other kid would’ve broken down into tears due to Bakugou’s harsh personality, but Suki had adapted to her father, carrying his stubbornness, but your patience and open-mindedness. 

“You don’t know shit about me.”

Suki shook her head, sitting down next to Bakugou once more. “Daddy always pretends he hates Momma, too, but you’re always with her and tell her you love her when you think I'm not listening.”

Bakugou looked down beside him, watching as her little smug grin grew by the second. “Whatever. The fuck’s in your hands?”

Suki grinned even more, if that was even possible. “You asked me what I    wanted to do, right? Well, this is Momma’s makeup bag and I wanna make Daddy into the most beautiful person in the world!”

“Like hell you’re not!” 

Suki huffed once more, climbing onto Bakugou’s lap. She grabbed his face in her hands, contorting his face with her little fingers. “I’m bored and you’re not being fun! Momma said you have to look after me, but you keep looking at the stupid TV screen!”

“All right, all right!” Bakugou grabbed her hands from harassing his face even more. “Geesh, you’re fucking worse than your mother. If I let you... put that shit on my face, will you leave me alone?”

Suki nodded, opening up your makeup bag, completely in awe at the expensive products lying inside. She grabbed a palette and a brush. She recalled a few times seeing you do your makeup and attempted to recreate that. 

“Do you even know what the fuck you’re doing?”

Suki nodded. “Mhm. I saw Momma put this on before. Plus, Ichigo told me one time Aunt Ochako put makeup on Uncle Deku and I wanted to do it to you.”

Bakugou scoffed at the mention of his childhood friend as well as his old classmate. “To hell with those extras. And don’t spend too much time with that Ichigo shit.”

Suki ignored him, brushing away at Bakugou’s eyelids. The pigments of the eyeshadows smeared all over Bakugou’s lids, making the crimson color in his irises pop. Suki then grabbed the eyeliner, trying her best to recreate the cat eye she had seen you do so many times before going to work. Of course, she ended up smudging the black pen practically all over Bakugou’s lids. And finally, to finish her masterpiece, Suki topped it off with bright red lipstick, shakily lining Bakugou’s lips.

“And... done!” Suki slid off Bakugou’s lap, retrieving the hand held mirror and handing it to her father.

Bakugou cringed at the sight. “What the fuck did you do to me?!”

Suki suddenly got upset. She was convinced that she had done your look justice and genuinely thought she had done well. “You... You don’t like it?”

Bakugou, knowing full well that this could end in a river of tears if he didn't handle this correctly, immediately froze. “Uh... I meant that you can't just go without fucking doing my hair.”

Suki’s face immediately lit up. “You’re right! Wait, Momma told me how to braid hair!”

She ran upstairs once more to retrieve some hair ties and hair clips, leaving Bakugou a grumbling mess. Why the fuck do I let that shit do this to me?

Suki came back down, this time climbing behind Bakugou to reach his head full of hair. “Daddy, your hair’s too spiky. You need to take care of it.”

“Shut up and finish it already.”

Suki tied as many little braids into Bakugou’s hair as she could, sealing the deal with a few butterfly hair clips. Once she was done, she crawled down in front of Bakugou, pointing to her head. “Now your turn! Braid my hair!”

“Like hell I'll do that. I don’t even know how to fucking braid hair,” Bakugou lied.

Suki gasped dramatically, turning and pointing an accusing finger at her father. “You’re a liar, Daddy! Momma said when she was pregnant with me, you would braid her hair all the time when she couldn’t.”

Bakugou cursed you under his breath, grabbing strands of Suki’s similar ash blond hair in his hands and started working his magic. Despite Suki’s complaints of Bakugou’s roughness with his technique, her hair didn't end up as a disaster. 

Suki was ecstatic, climbing up into Bakugou’s lap and hugging his torso. “Thanks, Daddy! You’re the best!”

Bakugou smirked. “Damn straight.”

And the two of them spent the next few hours watching Suki’s favorite movies.

***

“I’m home!” You called out, locking the door behind you and slipping your shoes off.

“Hey.” A gruff voice replied as you took your jacket off.

You stifled your laughter at the sight of Bakugou with a face full of makeup and a head of loose and stiff braids. Suki had fallen asleep in Bakugou’s arms, not permitting Bakugou the chance to move and clean himself up.

“Don’t you dare say a fucking word,” Bakugou mumbled through gritted teeth.

You chuckled, picking Suki up in your arms. “Just wanted to say how pretty you look, Katsuki.”

Before you could listen to Bakugou curse you out, you went upstairs to tuck Suki into bed. Her head was still covered in neat braids, the butterfly clips keeping them in place. You smiled, turning the light off and returning downstairs. You sat down next to Bakugou, wrapping your arms around him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

You looked up at him, your chin resting on the side of his torso. “See, it wasn’t even that bad spending time with Suki. She’s been dying to spend time with you.”

“I never said I didn’t want to spend time with her. I’m just fucking exhausted.” Bakugou sighed.

You smiled softly, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. “Well, I can help you take off that pretty mask and we can go to sleep if you want.”

“You fucking better.”

And like that, Bakugou carried you upstairs, demanding you to clean up his face. He left his hair as is though and you knew full well that he had enjoyed the afternoon with his daughter as much as she did.