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GIRL I READ YOUR POLL WRONG I thought it was gonna say “would you read it” and hit yes before realizing it said WOULD YOU SKIP IT

this is just to say i vote for intro letters I love it when authors have little creative things like that in their fics !!

aw it's okay dw lmaoooo I also really love when authors do things like that, especially when you can see the effort they put into it. But I can't lie and say there aren't times where I skim through without realizing because I have the attention span of a goldfish.

So I'd fs get it if ppl genuinely answered yes, we all have our likes and dislikes. Also, this is my first ask on this account, so hi!

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okay so i've had a couple multi chapter wips and i prefer to finish every chapter b4 committing to posting them

i do have an itsy bitsy issue with my new wip that im rlly excited for tho and want some opinions

i like to do intro lines for my chapters but in this one i wanted to do intro letters and kind of put them into the plot but idk if that seems appealing or if ppl would just skip through them

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✨🌸🐄Mooooo🐄🌸✨

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bakugou says no—your puppy eyes say otherwise.

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

“No.”

Bakugou was already pulling his hoodie over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. “It’s cold. I’m wearing it.”

“But Katsuki…” you whined, watching him like a sad puppy from the edge of his bed. “Yours are always warmer.”

He shot you a look. “You’ve got ten hoodies at home.”

“But not yours.”

“No.”

You pouted. He turned away. You crept closer. Then—the look. Wide, shimmering puppy eyes. Slight tilt of the head. Soft little “please?”

Bakugou sighed sharply, refusing to look at you at first. “Stop that. It’s manipulative.”

You blinked slowly. “Please,” you whispered again, holding your hands in front of you like a child asking for candy.

He finally looked at you.

Dead silence.

A beat passed. Then another.

“…F***ing hell,” he muttered, already tugging the hoodie back over his head and tossing it your way. “Take it. You’re so damn annoying.”

You squealed happily, burying your face in it as you pulled it on. “Smells like you,” you mumbled with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, cheeks tinged pink as he looked anywhere but at you.

Still, you saw the tiny smirk tug at his lips when you weren’t looking.

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do you guys ever just unlock memories of things you liked as a kid and then feel like you've become a new person?

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How could we go back to being friends?

Katsuki shouldn’t have been there, not standing at the doorway of your apartment when your ring was still on the carpet of the home you shared. But his heart felt like it’d shattered and he couldn’t pick the pieces back up, not without you to help find every single one.

So even against his better judgement, he knocked on the door, feeling his heart in his throat as he stood before it.

There you were, opening it up without checking who it was like you always did. Even after he’d scolded you about it for years on end, you were still so stubbornly and loudly you.

“I need to talk to you.”

He knew you were going to slam the door in his face the minute he said it, stopping it from closing, not moving to go inside. No, no, he wouldn’t do that without your permission even if there was a bear chasing him down. “I mean it, please… Just… Let me in.”

To watch you hesitate, to watch the grief on your face instead of joy seeing him said too much.

“Fine.”

The ice barrier broke and he smiled at you a bit, sighing as he stepped in, not moving to take his shoes off. Standing right next to the door, not wanting to try and risk getting hurt in this process. So he’d stay on the fence, not fully committing to jumping until he knew there was a chance to fix this.

“I fucked up.”

He simply says, looking at you with a soft frown on his lips, brows creased as his eyes stayed on yours. Not approaching with the silent air of fear that you knew was deep inside of him, waiting to see if maybe you’d be willing to do it for him.

You just nodded in agreement, looking away as you crossed your arms, trying not to let him get to you. This was it, it had to be… Being hurt by him would be worse than being hurt by anyone, because Katsuki loved more than anyone you knew. No matter what he says or does, the minute he decides to keep you in his life it’s permanent.

But permanence wasn’t real to you, not when your parents ruined your career, not when all the friends you’ve had would drop you for a penny and a felt hat. How could someone so complete and full of life love someone as broken and hated as you?

There were no ambitions left in you, not enough to give him what he wanted, not enough to keep going. So why would you commit the cruelty of letting him give you his life?

He should spend it with someone who planted flowers and did art, someone who could do those things without spending weeks in bed without showering. Not someone who lost job after job because being medicated was something you couldn’t keep track of. Not someone who needed him to be their sole way of standing up.

But that didn’t seem to matter to him… Even if you fought over it… He wanted you to stay. He didn’t care how sick you acted, how long you’d stay in bed, he didn’t care how many wrappers he had to throw out for you if it meant keeping you in his life.

“I know I said things I shouldn’t have, but please… Come back home. I can’t- Fuck! I can’t live without you, please, please… I’ll beg if I have to.”

Watching him pace around the small space next to your shoe rack was something that broke you a bit. Seeing the man who lived in his own steel armor break like this still shocked you, even after all the years of seeing him be so human. It never stopped scaring you seeing the person you found so strong be able to be so weak.

You shouldn’t have broken down, but you did. Sobbing as you tried to turn away from him, covering your face before shrieking and hitting him when he grabbed your wrist.

Fists pounding into his chest as you cry loudly, shaking until you slumped into him, cheek smothered against his tee shirt as you grip onto it.

It was silent, dead silent as your sobs died down, the both of you with swollen eyes and damp cheeks.

Weak.

That’s what you both were, you thought it was pathetic, but being weak together is all he wanted from you.

How could he live without you when he’s felt your skin on his? When he was the one you blew soap suds at when you’d take messy baths and have to mop up the water you’d spill over the sides of the tub? How could he sleep in his bed without you kicking him? He couldn’t even drink his morning tea with your favorite coffee mug mocking him on the dining table.

How could he ever look out the window of your home without you jumping on his back and pointing out something dumb to piss him off? What the hell was his home without the life inside it?

So no, he wasn’t going to leave without you. Even if it meant hours of dedication he didn’t have, even if it sucked the very life out of him.

Because he couldn’t be in his home without his best friend, his one and only, the chain to his very being.

Going back home was enough, enough to give him everything he needed.

The tears and fights that made him sick to his stomach, the words that cut him like a knife, the venom that’d been sitting within your heart spilling out all over him. He took it all, over and over, because even if you didn’t know how to love without hurting, he'd help you learn everyday.

You both slept in bed together that night, after he finally got to put your wedding ring back onto your finger.

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"You can't bite me" God forbid a girl has hobbies 🙄

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just thoughts of growing old with bakugou.

“Y’alright, old lady?” he asked.

“Excuse me?” You shot back with a huff, but the laughter in your voice softened it. “You’re not exactly a spring chicken yourself, Mr. Dynamight.”

“Hah? I could still beat your ass in a race.”

“You could barely bend down to get your keys this morning.”

He clicked his tongue but didn’t deny it. “Should’ve let you get them. You’re closer to the ground anyway.”

“Now you’re just asking for trouble.”

You two walked a few more steps before he noticed your breathing was just a little heavier. Your hand was tighter on his forearm. You hadn’t said anything, of course. He knew you never liked making a fuss. But Bakugou noticed. He always noticed.

Because if he didn’t notice, then he’d think he’s the shittiest husband on the planet.

Bakugou stopped.

You looked at him, confused. “Katsu?”

“Turn around.”

“What—”

“I’m givin’ you a piggyback ride.”

You blinked. “Katsuki, we’re in our sixties.”

“And? You think that stops me?” He crouched a little, wincing more dramatically than he meant to. Despite retaining lighter exercises to keep his body in tip-top shape, age still creeps in like a barnacle to his back. “C’mon, get up before I change my mind.”

“You’re going to throw your back out.”

“My back’s tougher than yours.”

“That’s not saying much anymore!”

“I’d rather break my back than see you waddle like a fuckin’ penguin with those stuffy shoes.”

“Our daughter gave me these shoes!”

“I know,” he replied. “Get on, woman.”

With a chuckle, you carefully climbed onto his back, your arms wrapping around his neck like they did all those years ago when you two were barely adults sneaking out for late-night walks. He held your legs securely under him, your weight familiar even after all this time. You rested your head against the back of his neck.

He lifts you like it’s nothing.

“Still got it,” he mutters, somewhat relieved.

Because Bakugou wants to give you a piggyback ride—or just carry you as many times as he possibly could.

“You’re insane.”

“Yeah, well. You married me. So there’s nothin’ we could do about that now that we’re five decades in, huh?”

You nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder, your voice muffled. “Best decision I ever made,” you hum. “Do you ever think about what we were like back then?”

“All the time,” he replies.

“Do you miss it?”

Bakugou exhaled. “Nah. I mean, it was good. Great, even. But this…” He shifts you a little higher on his back. “This is better.”

“You’re carrying your wrinkly wife down the street, and you think this is better?”

“Hell yeah,” he replies without hesitation. “You still make fun of me. Still make me laugh. Still kiss me like we’re teenagers. And even if you walk slower now, you still walk with me.”

You were quiet for a moment. Then, softly, “That’s so sappy. I hate you.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

You chuckled.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

“I know,” Bakugou says, and then, a little quieter, “I love you too. Always have. Even when you fell asleep during Die Hard.”

“I knew it. You were paying attention.”

He laughs. Full, unguarded, and warm. His chest feels full, like it always does when you’re near. The kind of full that doesn’t need fixing. Doesn’t need anything more.

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“See?” Katsuki muttered breathlessly, settling you down onto a wooden bench that overlooked the town below. “Didn’t break my back.”

“Not yet. Tomorrow, maybe.”

“Tch. Still mouthy,” he said, but there was nothing but tenderness in his voice. He reached for your hand, calloused fingers lacing with yours. “Old or not, you’ll never stop talkin’, will you?”

“Not if I can help it,” you murmured. “Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes.”

“You tickle my toes when I’m about to fall asleep, you psychopath.”

“As I said, keep you on your toes.”

You two sat there in silence, side by side, watching as the last of the day faded into hues of soft purple and gold. The town below lit up slowly—windows glowing, streetlights flickering on one by one. It was the same town where you built a life, where you came after retiring from the city, where you spent quiet afternoons and lazy mornings and stormy nights curled under blankets.

“I was thinking earlier,” you said, tilting your head toward him. “Remember that old apartment? The first one?”

“The one with the leaky pipes?”

“And the hole in the wall.”

Bakugou made a noise between a groan and a laugh.

“Don’t remind me. That place was hell.”

“But we were happy. And it was our first.”

He nodded. “It was.”

“You used to stay up late grading case files while I was asleep on the couch.”

“And you’d drool on every pillow,” he said, smirking.

“That’s love,” you quipped, “sharing spit on furniture.”

“Disgusting,” his eyes crinkled as he chuckled, quiet and deep, before falling into a softer stillness.

“Do you think we did okay?” you asked.

Bakugou turned to look at you. Your eyes were searching his face—not out of doubt, but for reassurance.

“We did more than okay,” he said. “We loved hard. Fought harder. Got old. Grew up.”

You smiled faintly. “We grew softer.”

He squeezed your hand. “You did. I stayed badass.”

You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah… you did.”

A breeze blew past, and you shivered slightly. Bakugou was already tugging his jacket off before you could protest. He knows you well enough that it comes second to breathing. Something that he could never forget because he needs to remember it to survive.

“You don’t have to—”

“Shut up. You’re cold.”

You let him drape it over you, fingers brushing his wrist as he tucked it close. It was nice. This was nice.

“I still remember the first time I saw you,” you said after a while. “You were yelling at someone, I think.”

“That sounds right.”

“I thought, ‘What an ass.’”

“And yet, you married me.”

“Because you were very persuasive,” you told him.

He snorted. “Uh huh.”

Time passed like that—peaceful and unhurried—until the sun was a mere sliver on the edge of the world. Fireflies blinked into view. The quiet of the hilltop wrapped around you like a blanket.

“I’m tired,” you murmured quietly, closing your eyes for a moment against his shoulder.

“Want me to carry you home?”

“No, just…” You paused, then exhaled. “Let’s just stay here a bit.”

Bakugou nodded. “Yeah. We can stay.”

“You’ve always been stubborn.”

He grunted in acknowledgment.

“But also the kindest man I’ve ever known.”

He didn’t reply right away. He just looked at you—really looked at you. Your hair had silvered, your cheeks had thinned, but your eyes held the same sparkle that made him fall in love with you years ago. You were still [Name]. Undeniably his.

And he was still Bakugou. Your.

“Even if I get reincarnated,” you whispered, your voice barely audible now, “even if I forget everything—I hope I find you again.”

He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. “You will.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah. I’ll find you too,” he said. “You’re too damn loud to miss.”

You smiled. Your hand, much more wrinkly now, more fragile than it used to be, reached up to his cheek. Your thumb traced the scar that time left near his jaw.

“I love you,” you said.

He leaned in, pressing your foreheads together. “I love you too. Always.”

And in the stillness, with the cool air surrounding you and the stars beginning to blink into view above, you leaned into each other—together in warmth, in memory, in everything you two ever were.

Your hands stayed intertwined, steady.

And when the wind finally hushed, you drifted off into the quietest, most peaceful sleep.

Together, one last time.

Forever.

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"i miss him" says girl about the fictional guy she thinks about every hour of every day

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Sometimes you end up being rewarded for being quiet, even if it is by eavesdropping. You were heading out of class to get your shoes from your cubby, you were only a few steps away from the door when you heard it. His friends were talking about girls like most teenage boys would with him ignoring them and flipping through his comic. But this time they tried dragging him into the conversation. “Katsuki, which girl in our class do you like?” Your movements stopped, taking a step back to hear better as you leaned against the wall quietly. “Huh?! None of them, obviously.” His reply was so defensive, finding the idea offensive. When you heard him say that you were about to leave, your first step coming to a halt when his friends egged him on. “If you had to pick!”  

“Huh? ”Katsuki just looked at them funny, rolling his eyes before saying your name without much thought.  

The idea of him of all people being interested in you had your heart doing backflips, overhearing his friends' quick reactions. “Huh?! No way, man. She’s fat.” Their responses earned an annoyed huff, with him shoving his book down, looking over to them through the corners of his eyes. An unpleasant expression was written all over his face as he looked down to his desk, crossing his arms as he leaned back into his chair. “Yeah, but you can tell she always makes her own lunch and the way she eats is really neat, so are her notes and handwriting.” Hearing that left you a little taken aback, trying to process the fact that he noticed those things about you. Especially with how little you’ve both interacted, to hear anything positive from Katsuki felt more flattering than from anyone else. Smiling down to the floor you start heading off to the cubbies to switch your shoes, the group in tow without even knowing. “I thought you said you liked girls that could beat you up.” Katsuki sounded offended by that being brought up by one of his friends, slamming his book down over his head as he packed his bag. “Shut  up! That’s it’s own thing!”

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Cook Off!

Summary: Where class A is competing to win a little cooking competition with their one and only Bakugo Katsuki as the judge.

Class 1-A was going up in the ranks, it’s been months since the war and months since they finally became second years. Now sitting in the classroom labeled with a number two instead of one, with two new classmates joining them. Shinso Hitoshi, a brilliant hard worker who’d finally been able to go up in the ranks and be able to enter the hero course and then there was you…

What was there to say about you? You weren’t dumb per say… Just a little oblivious to the world around you. Look, you just loved crafting and doing fun things in your free time, it wasn’t like you did bad in class. You were getting hundreds on your exams and turned in all your work early. So what if your notes were written in glitter pen and your notebooks were covered in stickers? Honestly when everyone saw the class rankings for grades, Denki was so sure you’d be failing with him. Especially when you’d ask dumb questions during class, like what the names of the concept you were even going over was or if you really needed to work on your popularity if you just asked people to give you the place you wanted. Safe to say, everyone just looked at you like you grew a second head when you’d ask those questions. Everyone knew you were an exchange student, your Japanese was choppy and you’d mix up words pretty often. When everyone was learning English you were taken aside to learn more proper Japanese writing and grammar. What they didn’t know is that you lived in the dormitories that no one else seemed to occupy anymore. You’d always dreamed of being able to go to the same school as All Might. You'd try to learn Japanese as thoroughly as you could just in case you had the opportunity to go to UA, refusing to apply to any other hero schools. And here you were, you’d made it, able to meet your hero and talk to him as he’d help you with your Japanese lessons. Of course you knew Izuku was a big fan as well, seeing his merchandise and listening to his huge rants about the man. But you didn’t connect to him or anyone else in the class for that matter, seemingly isolating yourself from them as you stayed in your own sparkly little bubble. That was until the class had come to the dorms for a movie night, they’d invited you only to be turned down. Originally they wanted to do it in someone’s house, but the class quickly realized that might not be ideal, even if one of them lived in a mansion. Mina was the one who suggested watching movies in the dorm's living area, since it was the perfect size for everyone and the kitchen was right next to it, perfect for making snacks. So there everyone was, wearing their casual clothes and bringing different snacks or ingredients for snacks. Ready to watch movies until they crashed and needed to sleep in the dorm rooms. What no one expected was to see you groggily walking over to the kitchen in your pajamas. You didn’t notice everyone at first until you’d grabbed yourself a cup of water, freezing when you finally saw them all. “What’s going on?” The question wasn’t answered when your classmates were too busy taking in the fact that you were in the dormitories. “You live here?!” The loud shouting of your fellow classmates just had you absolutely flabbergasted, jumping back as you blink a bit. Looking around before finally giving in, sighing as you stared down to your feet, tapping your toes down to the floor. “Yeah…” That was how your grand reveal went, with your hesitation towards their offers of hanging out and your lack of interest in conversing when homes were brought up making sense to them now. But this wasn’t going to be a moment of pity or them letting you feel self conscious.  So instead of their movie night you somehow ended up roped into a cooking competition with all of class 2-A. Katsuki was put up as the judge in this competition, thanks to him not being able to cook or handle kitchenware properly with his busted arm. He honestly didn’t even want to show up for the movie night, but Izuku roped him in and now here he was judging a competition between a bunch of idiots. 

He just sat there with a bored look on his face, watching everyone take their turns in groups of four. Each group had to compete until there were three groups left, with the rest of the class being the audience watching from the sidelines. It came down to three teams: Team one, Midoriya, Todoroki, Ochako, and Mina. Team two, Tsu, Mina, Hagakure and… Mineta. Then there was team three, which was made up of you, Jiro, Denki and Momo. Your team was busy grabbing whatever ingredients you asked for, allowing you to do the main steps. Simply boiling water or heating up pans or utensils for you. “Could someone give me that big choppy knife?”

 Sero who was pretending to be a talk show host, holding up a whisk to his mouth like a microphone just watches. “And it looks like team 3 is… Lost? Honorable judge, what’s the verdict?” Katsuki just looked at him, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance before sighing, humoring the man by speaking into the whisk.

 “I hope none of these idiots cut themselves.” He simply states with furrowed eyebrows, the comment being fairly pointed as you cut up tomatoes using a cleaver, looking a little  too lost to even be trusted handling it. 

Momo taps your shoulder and hands you a proper sized knife for the task at hand, watching you test cut the tomatoes with it before you beam. “Oh, that’s so much easier! I thought the bigger one would make it go faster.” You admit with a giggle, earning awkward looks from your teammates, Momo simply smiling at you, not finding it that crazy of an idea. 

“Yes, sometimes bigger items can speed up the process, but cleavers are meant to chop through meat and bones. I doubt tomatoes can handle that kind of weight.” Denki just watches, looking over to Jiro before whispering over. 

“She’s supposed to be the best cook out of the four of us?” “Dude, who else would do it? We weren’t going to trust you to lead the kitchen.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Sero just looks unimpressed, forcing a smile before going over to the other two groups, finding them to not be doing much better. “How did we live in the dorms for so long?” He mutters out, questioning how no one burnt down the buildings with the way there was already a cloud of smoke coming from team 1’s station.

 Todoroki had tried flaming over the steak for Midoriya, watching it catch on fire before freezing it over, apologizing to his friend as he panicked. Ochako was busy taste-testing sauces and maybe stealing some of the food for a snack while Mina kept trying to stop her from drinking the drizzle for the steak… She was hungry, okay? And Mineta’s team… Mineta’s team was trying to shove him in the oven. “It’s not fair! My character design makes it easy for you guys to do this!” Sero just watches, turning his head to Katsuki and just sighing, turning to the outed contestants that’s their remaining class and pointing at them. “Viewers, you’re welcome to comment on which team you think will win!” No one looked very impressed by the way things were turning out for the competing teams. “I think we’re going to need to order in.” 

Finally, after a lot of struggling and some… Less than kind words from their judge, the teams had finished their plates. First off was Midoriya who just awkwardly smiled as he lifted up the plate to show the poorly done steak that was scorched all around. Katsuki did not look impressed, giving his childhood friend a look that could only be read as ‘are you serious?’  “I’m not tasting that…” Next up was Mineta, scratch that, Tsu was the one who was presenting their meal. Mineta for whatever reason wasn’t around for the grand reveal. She lifted up a simple fried mackerel with all the assorted sides, Bakugo looked very relieved to see something edible. Sighing before trying a little bite of the dish, nodding before swallowing his mouthful. “It’s drier than it should be.” Sero just gave him a sidelong glance at the critique. “It looks fine to me.” Everyone finally looked over to your group, seeing how you were covered in flour with some batter in your hair. You had some curry smeared on your cheek from taste testing it to make sure it was properly seasoned. The plate seemed fine though, you’d made it extra pretty with the katsu you’d fried laying over top of the dish neatly like a little blanket for the little bear you’d made out of rice. Now it was your turn to show off your dish, lifting it up to show everyone with a triumphant little smile on your lips. Eyes scrunching as you look at Bakugo, he could’ve sworn he saw sparkles show up around you. He just stares at you for a second before looking at Sero. “Team 3 wins.” The class just watched him with wide eyes, judging him a bit for his verdict. He didn’t even try it! Everyone just gave up on commenting, settling their dishes on the table for a makeshift potluck. And surprise, surprise, your dish ended up being everyone's favorite, especially the blond you’d excitedly offered to hand feed. He didn’t bother to fight it, sitting there quietly as you brought the food to his mouth, looking a little embarrassed as he chewed, trying his best to ignore your classmates staring.  He might've hated the attention from the lower classmen but maybe this kind of attention from you wouldn't be so bad...

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Katsuki would have a baking channel at some point argue with ur mom

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literally everyone can tell whenever you're mad at katsuki. it pisses him off because he feels like he can hide the fact he's bothered and that he's gotten his bf privileges revoked pretty well, but apparently not. not at all.

because all of his friends periodically come over to ask him what's wrong.

"you okay, man ?" asked kirishima. and when katsuki waved him of the boy gave him a thumbs up and an "i'm always here when you need it !"

did he seriously look that miserable ?!

"woah dude, you look more constipated than usual ! you good?!" denki exclaimed, even offering him a very unnecessary arm around his shoulder and an "if you need anything, i'm here to talk !"

every single fibre of self control was needed for katsuki not to grab him by his throat and fling him out of the nearest window.

and sero, oh so gracefully, had told him "woah, you look terrible. trouble in paradise ?" even snickering to himself. "better go apologise soon, loverboy !"

katsuki had to leave the room to not shove his hand down the bastard's throat and accidentally let off a howitzer impact. completely by accident, of course.

it seriously does bother him a bit because...what the hell ?! you don't have that much power over him !

...do you ?

well apparently you do, because the moment you make up all of his friends look oh, so smug. somehow, they all notice that he looks way happier today, something he himself hadn't even noticed !

okay, so what if he was in a better mood now ? of course he was ! who enjoys fighting with their partner anyway ?

but shit, he realises, maybe he is completely whipped. and maybe everyone around him can see it. but fuck it, you're not mad at him anymore and he doesn't give a shit.

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I just wanted to pop into ur ask box bc idk y commenting on the actual posts gives me anxiety. But ahhh, I loved your last post :) I just finished reading this fic I misread the tags of and was crying so this rlly helped cheer me up. (I hate sad endings sm :( but it's my fault for skimming through the tags lmaooo) I really hope you have the most wonderful day and know ur writing can be so comforting <3

i literally adore u, you're so sweet thank u ☹️ im so glad my writing can be comfort to others like i love when i read something and it cheers me up so im SO happy that my writing provides that for others <3 i hope you have a wonderful amazing day kisses for u 😓

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cake batter kisses ˎˊ˗

synopsis: you got in over your head and now you're shoulder to shoulder with the brash, attitude-driven man you've been in love with for far too long... only to realize he's actually kinda sweet?

authors note: soft katsuki truther here! he's so baby :( masterlist link here. word count 1k.

The air smelled like vanilla and something sweeter—hope. It swirled around you, light and dizzying, as you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with none other than Katsuki Bakugo. The two of you sat side by side at the kitchen counter, arms brushing occasionally as you prepared the ingredients for a cake.

Just a cake. It wasn’t for anyone. No birthday. No celebration. Just an indulgent act of free will. Maybe also a little bit of pride—after all, you’d told Katsuki you were a better baker than him. A bold claim, especially considering you had never actually baked anything before. But how hard could it really be?

What you hadn’t anticipated was how much being this close to him—how feeling his warmth radiate off him—would rattle your heart. How it would shake in your ribs like a lockbox, refusing to stay shut.

Maybe challenging him to a bake-off was never about the cake at all.

Maybe it was just an excuse to be near him.

He’s pouring the flour with precise precision, brow furrowed, bottom lip jutted out slightly—focused in that way he always is. Like even this dumb cake matters.

And that’s when you know.

This isn’t just a crush.

You’re in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

“Hey, idiot,” he growls, voice low and gruff, not even glancing away from the bowl. “What’s got you all zoned out over there?”

You blink, shaken from your thoughts. “It’s nothing. Just in my head.”

He hums—nonchalant, lazy—and knocks your ankle with his. “I got time. This shitty cake’s gonna take a while. Nothin’ better to do.”

You look down, fiddling with the edge of the counter. “Seriously. It’s nothing.”

He huffs. “Alright,” he says, then suddenly swipes his hand across your face, smearing flour on your nose.

“Hey! Why’d you do that?” you squeal, mock anger in your voice, laughter already bubbling out of your chest.

He just shrugs, still not looking at you. “Got you to laugh. That’s why.”

The air stills again, cinnamon-sugar haze floating between you two like something sacred. It hits you low in the belly—like a sugar rush, like nausea, like knowing something too soon. You’re in love with him. And the realization settles on your tongue like buttercream frosting—thick, sweet, impossible to ignore.

You both go back to prepping ingredients. It’s quiet now. Warm. Comfortable in a way that makes your skin hum. You have no clue what you’re doing, but Katsuki? Katsuki’s already mixed everything. Eyes narrowed in concentration, like he does with everything. Even something as small as this.

He pads over to the fridge, and you watch him—honestly, shamelessly—in awe. His back muscles flex beneath that black tank top, arms scarred and strong. And kind. That’s what people miss about him. He’s kind, in the loudest, brashest, most infuriating way.

He returns with a container of strawberries—red, plump, glistening with dew droplets.

“Why’d you get strawberries?” you ask, voice soft, heart loud in your chest.

He grunts. “They’re your favorite, aren’t they?”

Your face flushes. “I mean… yeah. Yeah, they are. How’d you know that?”

You swear his ears turn pink—just a little. Or maybe it’s the lighting. Maybe it’s your lovesick brain playing tricks on you.

He mumbles, quieter this time, “You’re always at that dumb bakery. Always holdin’ those strawberry cakes.”

Then he laughs, turning to look at you. “You always got frosting on the corners of your mouth.”

And he’s beautiful when he laughs—bathed in sunlight, blonde hair glowing, eyes crinkled just right. Sharp and warm at once. He smells too sweet, like a toothache. Like maybe he tastes sweeter than he ever lets on.

And somehow, you just know he’s a toothache waiting to happen.

He turns back around and drops the chopped strawberries into the batter. “We’re making strawberry cake. Figured I can do better than those damn extras at that bakery.”

Your heart stutters. You open your mouth to say something—anything—but Katsuki beats you to it, swiping a floured palm across your face again.

“Suki, why?” you whine, half-laughing.

“You’re too quiet,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re never this quiet.”

You don’t respond. Instead, you dip a spatula into the batter and fling a glob onto his shirt.

“Oh, you fuckin’ brat—!” he growls, lunging toward you.

You duck and dart away, the cramped kitchen barely big enough for the two of you. You both fling batter, laughter echoing off the cabinets, slipping around each other in a haze—two grinning, lovesick idiots flinging batter, and running away from feelings.

Until Katsuki catches you by the waist.

He hoists you up, but you twist in his grip, smearing more batter onto his cheek. The two of you tumble to the floor in a heap—hair sticky, faces floured, breath coming in short, laughing bursts.

Katsuki’s hand rests on your knee. Everything stills.

“I suck at baking,” you breathe.

He arches a brow, then lets his expression fall flat. “Yeah. I know.”

You look down, trace little circles across his hand where it holds you.

“Just wanted an excuse to spend time with you,” you admit, voice quiet. “Stupid, ain’t it?”

He snorts. “Yeah. Stupid.”

“Hey—” you go to swat him again, but he’s faster. He grabs your wrist gently, fingers flexing.

“Stay still,” he says—more of a request than a command. And then he’s leaning in. Slow, like he’s giving you time to run. But you don’t. You stay.

This is the moment.

The one you’ve dreamed about—

And then the bag of flour tips.

The whole thing spills down on him from the counter.

He looks pissed—face screwed up and white with powder—but you just laugh, reaching up to brush it from his lashes. He blinks red eyes through it all, and you kiss him.

Soft. Unsure.

Until he kisses you back.

And then you know.

You know for certain that you are in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

Flour-covered and all.

He grips your hair, angles your face, kisses you like he means it. Like he’s trying to memorize you. He tastes like vanilla and spice. Like something sweet, something secret.

Something only you get to know.

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game, start!

Being with Katsuki was never a challenge, you'd tell him something and he'd do it. Whether you liked the fact that he did that or not... That was the challenge...

It all started with you just scrolling through Pinterest and seeing an old DS. Offhandedly mentioning it to him before showing him on your phone. Not expecting him to scroll on his phone for maybe five minutes before showing you the same one on sale online, not even giving you the chance to object before he pressed pay.

 Shooting him a half hearted glare before he just rolled his eyes at you. “You wanted it, didn’t you?” He watched you nod, looking a little less angry and a little more embarrassed at how he talked to you. 

Missing the slight twitch in his eye when he noticed you acting like he was scolding you… Okay, maybe he was a little. “I have one already, you can use my games or order some you’d wanna play together… Okay?” The way he muttered out his words made you grin a bit, leaning closer to his side and hugging him close with a hum. 

“Okay.” In the moment you thought it was sweet and it really was, but now you were stuck playing games with him more often than not. Sighing when he tugs your hand to get you to play with him again, rolling your eyes playfully before picking up your DS and starting it up again. “Did you wanna play party mode again?” He rolled his eyes a bit, huffing as he leaned his cheek to your shoulder as you both connected to each other on your DS’s.

 Smiling just a bit when you peck his hair, not even saying anything snarky as you blow a raspberry into it to piss him off. Seeing him be able to share the things he liked with you reminded you just how needy he actually was. 

Needing to be with you whenever you’d do anything, trying whatever you enjoyed just to have an excuse to be with you. Because you knew that, you went along with his antics, listening to him when he’d just press your DS to your side, nearly pouting as he looked at you silently. 

It’s funny to think that the man who could lift you up with one arm with no hesitation still could look so sweet when he got shy even if he wouldn’t admit it. You screamed dramatically when he won after you started button smashing, laughing loudly before hugging his side tight. He just grinned down at his DS, resting his cheek at the top of your head quietly before pressing his lips to it.

 Sighing before he got up and stretched a little, turning his head to you. “What do you want for dinner?” Oh yeah, you needed to eat, you probably would’ve forgotten if he didn’t feed you all the time. Katsuki was and will always regrettably so, be a big old sweetheart and he was yours.

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