quick bkg thoughts is his resting bitch face when he’s sitting next to you in public while you both wait for his friends to appear.
he is impatient, waiting outside beside you but he looks mad. speech marks between his furrowed eyebrows. lips twisted mid snarl and his nose scrunched. his face does it unconsciously, on level one hundred all the time. he’s barely even annoyed since he has you to keep him company.
he hunches forward in his chair under the umbrella shade. elbows on his knees, phone in hand incase any messages come through. he’s got his bag slung across his body and he’s dressed in an outfit you chose.
you can tell he’s thinking about something work related, his mind often goes there without meaning to.
so you do what he always does to you, grabbing his chin so that grumpy face looks at you.
“what?” he blurts, not rude but curious.
his pupils are quick, skimming over your face, trying to judge your expression before you can tell him. he likes what you’re wearing today and you smell lovely.
“you look angry. relax your face.”
it’s something you tell him often and in turn, it makes him think about it often. he doesn’t want you to think he looks unattractive. god forbid.
but you punctuate your comment by providing an easy solution, kissing his lips in public and immediately everything goes doiwn.
the snarl, the frown, his nose.
you’re both not one for public displays of affection, but whenever you want it he welcomes it.
as you’re pulling away, he gives you another peck, like you’re playing a game and now it’s equal score. you let go of his chin so he can roughly (and quite dramatically) rub his face as if it’s an error he needs to erase.
“didn’t even realise i was doin’ it. fuck. sorry.”
you pout at the apology. he’s adorable when he doesn’t mean to be.
“i do love the face, don’t get me wrong. you just look like my guard dog and that’s not the vibe i’m going for today,” you laugh to yourself.
bakugou gives you his full attention as you lean back in your chair. he twirls his phone in one hand between his thumb and pointer finger.
“what’s the vibe you’re goin’ for?” the word vibe isn’t really in bakugou’s vocabulary.
“my gorgeous boyfriend beside me in his cute little outfit.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows. he likes that. he likes when you compliment him, claim him, put words in sentences he’s never heard anyone use for him before. he exhales deeply out his nose.
“i can do that,” he sits up, fixes his posture and even drags your chair closer to his. “we’re matchin’ too.”
his khaki button down shirt matches your khaki bra straps under your white cami top.
“i know! it’s like you only realise if you’re paying attention!”
many people walking by have. you and bakugou aren’t a couple people ignore.
SYNOPSIS: after getting in another fight, you and your friends wind up in a jail cell. you call your boyfriend to get you out.
NOTES: quick drabble, somewhat crack fic? but not really lol. established relationship. fluff. mention of fighting n blood by reader.
“who is this!?”
the phone doesn’t have a second to ring before your boyfriend screeches down the phone. it sounds as if something’s in his mouth, a pen? he’s usually in his agency office at this time, finishing up an evening patrol and about to go home.
“hello? who the fuck got my number—,”
you take a deep breath before revealing yourself.
“it’s me, katsuki.”
“kacchan, did you get the stats—,”
bakugou sits up in his black leather chair, dropping his ballpoint pen and waving at deku across the room to shut up. he recognises you from the first syllable that crackles down the line.
“yn? baby? why’re you calling me from an unknown number? where’re you? you okay? what’s—,”
“i only have a minute so let me talk.”
you’re supposed to be out tonight with your girls, a monthly club night where you dance, eat and drink. a few of your favourite things in the world. you even sent him a selfie blowing a kiss before you left in your pretty outfit, wishing him good luck on his patrol and hoping he doesn’t get too bored with the low crime rates.
bakugou’s heart spikes, inhaling deeply before standing up. a villain has kidnapped you… someone is out to harm you. he’s already looking around for his gauntlets. he just tugged out of his hero suit but it’s right across the room for him to pull back on.
“what’s wrong with yn?” deku frowns from his seat on bakugou’s sofa. he’s typing up notes from their patrol together. bakugou hushes him again, with a warning finger.
“go on. are you safe?”
“please don’t be mad at me. please don’t be. but i might need you to—,”
“thirty seconds!” a man shouts somewhere down your line.
“who the fuck is that?” bakugou shouts, grabbing his keys and pulling an arm through his uniform. usually he’s levelheaded during missions and patrols. a mobile alert that there’s a villain robbery downtown doesn’t send a pang of panic through him. nor a kidnapping or high risk attack. bakugou’s seen it all. nothing scares him anymore.
but anything to do with you and bakugou’s back to square one. he can barely think straight. every single thought of his is scrambled, spelt backwards and upside down and he needs to get to you now.
“dickhead officer,” you mumble quickly, “okay don’t be mad at me, i need you to come get me at the station. maybe get me out of jail with your hero ways and connections. please. don’t be mad.”
it’s all in one long ramble and he imagines you at the police station, fingers playing with the loopy wire of the telephone. bakugou freezes in place. his shoulders drop and he relaxes.
the list of reasons why bakugou loves you goes on forever. bakugou himself is yet to find an end to it. he loves your patience with him and his job, how you’re understanding when he needs to leave a date early and interrupts your evenings with heroic phone calls. how you’re always willing to learn something new, like self defence with him in his agency gym. he loves how much you love your friends and family, just like he does his. willing to stand up for them and stand by them. he also loves how you never take any disrespect. not from anybody, to you or others. that is exactly why he struggles to be mad at you right now.
“hah? the fuck did you do?” he pauses, pulling off his hero suit. he doesn’t need it. you already did the work for him.
“why do you assume it was me!?” you whine down the line.
“wasn’t it? why the hell are you in there?” he wants to bark but his tone softens knowing you’re on the other end. you give a dramatic huff that makes him grip the phone tighter for more.
bakugou looks at deku who still stares expectantly, unsure if he should be putting his hero suit on also. bakugou shakes his head.
“i’ll explain when you’re here. come quickly please. it stinks—,”
“ten seconds!” the same voice.
“quick, baby. i love you!” you shout.
“fuck, baby. love y—,”
bakugou shoves his phone in his pocket, letting out a short hearty laugh.
“is everything okay with yn? did someone hurt her?”
“it’s gonna be the opposite. she’s in jail right now.”
when your boyfriend stops into the police station, with his black boots, black jeans and an oversized grey hoodie, you squeal, running to the bars trapping you inside like an animal. he looks so good, all boyfriend with his hood over his head and bags under his eyes. you even catch him rolling his eyes at you, giving you a nod and lip bite as you jump in excitement.
“katsuki’s here, he’s gonna get us out! we’re saved!” you tell your two friends sitting arms folded in the jail cell with you.
you wave to him and bakugou stomps right over, past the authorised doors and right to your cell.
“excuse me, sir! you can’t just—,”
bakugou turns to the police officer, one eyebrow raised.
“oh! dynamight, why are you here?” the policeman’s face floods a bright pink but both you and bakugou ignore him.
bakugou immediately reaches his hand through the bars, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side.
“he was the one telling me to hurry up on the phone!” you say smushed, “i’m okay! you should see the other girl!”
there’s no scratches on your face. your makeup has smudged and sweated off, just from time and dancing earlier. there is blood on your knuckles however, contrasting against your short little party girl outfit.
bakugou drops his hand with a loud grunt then eyes your friends, who send him jolly smiles and even a wave.
“hey dynamight!”
“thanks for helping us!”
he still has a soft spot for your friends, who look exactly like you. no bruises or scratches. the only proof of a fight is maybe two broken nails on your friend’s left hand and your other friend’s hair is a tamed mess. he often cooks you and them dinner whenever he is around your flat.
“why the hell are you here, baby? again?” he sighs hopelessly. he shakes his head, ignoring the other cells of people eying him suspiciously.
a prohero visiting a jail cell? probably not his biggest fans.
still you smile at bakugou shyly, “i said don’t be mad!”
“i need to know what happened so i can get you out,” he levels with you.
you huff, looking away from your lover.
“baby. you told me to come quickly. i know you’re fine so what happened?” he soothes, despite the fact you don’t need soothing. he wants to give you a kiss and cuddle, scrub you down in the shower and bring you to bed.
but you’ve got to be this firecracker.
“you know those girls who hate us? they saw us out tonight and started shouting at us! we weren’t even doing anything! and then you know what happened,” you drawl, grabbing bakugou’s hand though the bars as if he needs convincing.
bakugou fights the smirk off his face. of course he knows your lore and the beefs you have with everyone in your life. there’s nothing he doesn’t know about you.
“no babe. what happened, huh?”
“she threw the first punch at me! she was chatting shit, so i did too! she tried to punch me, clearly didn’t get me, so then i punched her, it did get her. i’ll admit.” but you struggle to hide your own grin.
one tooth from you and bakugou’s grinning, “then what?”
“it was a little scrap! i had it under control. did the one with the elbow you showed me.”
“yeah? in her stomach?” bakugou eggs on.
you nod, grinning like a kid who’s won an award, “yeah! also some good old hair pulling. if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!”
bakugou does actually let out a laugh at that, rubbing his face with his palm restlessly, “oh shit, baby.”
“but then someone called the police and they got sent to the hospital together and we are… here.”
your friends have the audacity to look pitiful and you join them by pulling him closer by his hand.
“and what do you want me to do, princess?” he smiles devotedly, cheeks high and pink.
“what do you mean? get me out, stupid! use your hero ways, seduce or fight them. legal language. what you did last time!” you say, waving your free hand around like you’re in a position of power here, “i wanna shower.”
“how’s that supposed to teach you your lesson? no fightin’—,” he jokes but you send him a dead stare.
“katsuki, not funny. we wanna go home. look at us,” you pout.
you’re fucking adorable, bakugou thinks. with your little top and tiny skirt. you’re in thick sports socks currently, your shoes under the chair by your friends. your feet hurt he can only assume. he eyes the k gold necklace at your neck. feeling the stare, you subconsciously play with it between your fingers.
“if i let you out, you promise no fightin’?” he plays but you’re back to huffing. so close to stomping your foot.
“katsuki! i said it wasn’t our fault anyway!”
“yeah, yeah, whatever. i’ll see what i can do,” he smirks, fixing his hair. “gimme a kiss.”
you smile, pouting your lips to meet him through the bars. it’s a quick peck, one that has you missing him even though he’s still there.
“i’ll be back in a sec. no startin’ fights while i’m gone.”
“go hero!”
bakugou slips his calloused palm out of your hand and stuffs his hands in his pockets, smiling back at you before turning around the corner to find an officer.
he fixes his hair under his hood, trying to keep his crush on you under wraps.
bakugou just about hears you say. “katsuki’s going to save us! didn’t he look kinda... that hoodie… yum.”
bakugou is waiting by his range rover when you and your friends fall out of the police station, giggling the same way you do when you leave the club.
your soft smile at katsuki makes his heart skip a beat, his breaths soften. he feels the urge to float over to you, despite the fact you’re already walking towards him.
“thanks for saving us, hero,” you coo, kissing his cheek once he’s close enough. bakugou’s quick to lean into it.
“thanks dynamight! it wasn’t our fault, i swear, dont get mad at yn.” your friend says, her bag and phone back in her hands.
“it was those girls again!” your other friend curses, “i swear once i find them—,”
“okay, okay. get in the damn car, i’ll drop everyone home,” he pretends to be annoyed but you see through it all.
a fresh breeze swoops your hair back and causes bakugou’s hood to fall off his head. he’s tired and adorable, towering over you with his hand sliding onto your waist like it belongs there.
you take his hand as your friends mumble their thanks again, sliding into the backseat of his car.
“i mean it, ‘tsuki. thanks for getting us, i know you’d rather be in bed now.” you say, reaching up on your tiptoes, shoes back on. you’re still not close enough to his face so he manages by bending down to yours.
“we’re gonna talk about this properly. i hate you gettin’ hurt,” he tries to be stern, like how he is at work with his sidekicks that aren’t fast enough or his emergency team that aren’t precise enough.
but you are enough. everything about you.
“i said i didn’t get hurt. well, my wrist is a bit sore but aside from that, i’m fine!” you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “i swear!”
“d’you want me to deal with those girls? get mina and momo to tell them to not bother you—,” he tries but you shake your head.
“it’s not hero business, ‘tsuki.”
“you shouldn’t be fightin’ anyone. hero shit or not.”
you slink your arms around his neck and bakugou finds it hard to not let his eyes go half lidded with interest. he leans into you like he’s at home, just the smell of you dragging him closer.
“then they have to stop chatting shit,” you whisper, pecking his pouty lips softly. “i love you.”
bakugou knows he’s not going to win this conversation. he could train you to fight better though. he sighs, ready for a hot shower and bedtime with you.
“fine. we’re talkin’ about this later. love you too.”
You were lying in bed, completely immersed in your latest book series. It was later than you would have liked, but you simply couldn’t put the book down.
Your phone was next to you, playing soft instrumental music to set the mood, while the warm yellow light from your lamp spread across the room. It was perfect.
Until your phone began to vibrate.
You glanced over and saw “Gojo” written across the screen.
You flipped your phone over, choosing to ignore it. You were not in the mood for a booty call from your friends-with-benefits tonight.
The phone call had honestly ruined the mood anyway. You were reading a lovely book about a man who was obsessed with his coworker. You loved a good proximity and friends-to-lovers trope.
Meanwhile, you were getting a booty call at midnight on a weekday.
That’s why they’re fiction, right? you thought to yourself.
God, you tried to ignore him, but then he called again.
And again.
By the third call, you whipped your phone around and answered rudely.
“Get the hint, dude. I’m not in the mood—”
“Oh, hello… I’m so sorry to bother you,” came a woman’s voice from the other end of the line.
You blinked, immediately sitting up.
“I’m one of Satoru’s friends. We had a birthday party, and he got completely shitfaced. Typical.”
You laughed at her comment, but you were more curious as to why she was calling you of all people.
“Okay… and why are you calling me?”
“Right. He said that you would pick him up. He’s sitting on the curb right now and refusing to call a taxi or come with one of us.”
You ran a hand over your face, already pissed that you had to leave the house.
“Alright, whatever. Send me his location. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“We’re really sorry. We didn’t want to invade your privacy. We had no idea you were dating Satoru.”
You stopped dead in your tracks. “Uhm… it’s not like that, but anyways I’ll be there.”
———
Your mind was racing as you drove to the bar.
Why would he say you were his girlfriend?
Why would he call you to come get him?
When you pulled up to the bar, you didn’t even have to get out of the car. You saw a staggering Gojo get up from his seat on the sidewalk and stumble toward you.
You decided to pretend you hadn’t heard about the girlfriend comment and instead get mad at him for making you come pick him up.
“You came for me!” he exclaimed as soon as he slid into the passenger’s seat, lifting his blindfold to look at you.
“I can’t believe you! Close the damn door so I can bring you home. You hate the way I drive, but you refused to call a taxi. You’re so annoying!”
You rambled on, but when you finally stopped to breathe, Gojo was still smiling.
“I’m sorry!” he said, leaning his head back against the seat. “How can you blame me for wanting to see my favorite person at the end of the day?”
He closed his eyes.
Your normal encounters with Gojo did not go like this. He was usually so cocky and detached. Yes, he would flirt with you and joke around, but never like this.
These kinds of compliments threw you completely off guard.
You stayed quiet, lost in your thoughts because of his strange behavior, when he suddenly added,
“Yell at me some more. I like it,” you caught his smile from the corner of your eye.
“We’re not getting freaky tonight if you’re drunk, idiot,” you spat.
“I didn’t mean it like that—“ he hiccuped, “not everything has to be sexual,” he said apologetically, turning toward the window to rest his head against it.
———-
After a long, tiring ride, you went around to the passenger’s side to help him out of the car.
He immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, putting most of his weight on you.
“Gimme your keys,” you said, practically dragging him toward the front door of his luxury apartment.
His head tipped onto your shoulder. “Can you get ’em?”
You huffed and searched his jacket pockets for them before moving on to his pants.
He practically giggled. “You’re tickling me.”
“Grow up,” you muttered, more annoyed than anything.
When you finally got him into the elevator, he had both arms loosely wrapped around your neck, laughing at absolutely nothing.
He rested his head on top of yours before giving your temple a quick kiss.
“Sorry I called you,” he said, suddenly serious.
Gojo didn’t do thank-yous or romantic gestures. You knew this. You had made it clear from the beginning that neither of you wanted to blur the lines. His drunk-self was much more honest.
———
“Home sweet home,” he slurred when you opened the door to his apartment.
He started discarding his clothes as he made his way toward the bedroom. Socks and pants were left scattered across the floor.
You helped him into bed, and just as you were about to pull away, he grabbed onto you.
“Gojo, let go,” you gritted through your teeth.
“What’s with the Gojo?” he complained. “I’m Satoru. Toru, maybe, even.”
You had rarely called him by his first name, so his insistence confused you.
“I need to go. C’mon. You tortured me enough tonight,” you complained.
“God forbid I wanna spend time with my girl,” he said before swinging an arm beneath your legs and pulling you onto the bed with him.
He hooked one of your legs with his and wrapped an arm around you, spooning you against his chest.
“Okay, it’s enough!” you yelped. You turned around in his arms. “You need to stop. I’m not your girlfriend!”
“I know you’re mad at me. I get it,” he mumbled, his eyes closing again as he ran a hand through your hair.
“That’s why you wanna go home and you’re being so mean,” he pouted.
You tried to struggle out of his arms.
“No, I mean literally. We’re not dating, and you’re so going to regret this tomorrow.”
“Nuh-uh.” He pressed a lazy kiss to the plump of your cheek.
“We promised we wouldn’t do sleepovers. You’re breaking all the rules, Gojo.”
“Again with the Gojo! You’re the worst,” he complained, pretending to cry.
“Okay, okay, fine.” You finally stopped fighting him and laid your head against Gojo’s chest, as soon as he’d fall asleep; you would go home.
——-
Unfortunately, you both fell asleep.
When you finally woke up, the clock read 4:50 a.m.
You carefully moved Gojo’s strong arm from around your waist and slipped out of his grasp.
A soft, groggy voice came from behind you as you climbed off the bed. “Where you goin’?”
You turned.
His blue eyes were watching you now.
For some reason, you felt vulnerable beneath his gaze, like he was seeing all of you at once.
“No sleepovers, remember?” you reminded him, hoping he was sober enough to understand you now.
You turned toward the door. “I fell asleep. Sorry.”
“Stay.” It was the only thing he said. He reached out a lazy arm toward you.
You turned to look at him again, he was fully conscious now.
“You know we shouldn’t…” you said hesitantly. “You said enough weird shit last night.”
He shut his eyes. Was it regret? Embarrassment? You couldn’t tell.
“Stay. We can talk in the morning.” He patted the mattress beside him, inviting you back in.
“You can tell me all the weird shit I admitted.”
Admitted.
You froze.
So what he said last night was true?
You hesitantly climb back into bed beside him.
Almost immediately, he pulled you against his chest again, your back pressed warmly against him with only the thin fabric of your tank top between you.
He inhaled softly, taking in your familiar scent.
His breathing gradually slowed as he drifted back to sleep.
But you couldn’t get another wink.
Because now all you could think about was the conversation you were going to have with him when he woke up.
hi, discovered your page the other day and I’ve been enjoying reading through your blog sm as a fellow black London girl! I was just wondering if you have any Katsuki texting headcanons? What are the average text convos between you and Katsuki?
EEEEE hello!!! welcome to the BBBKGGF BLACK BRITISH BKG GFS. u r now part of the squad there are a few of us around here.
and i loveeeeeeeee including texts in my fics though i’ve never written any headcanons or smaus. i’m too lazy and don’t gaf about making my own smaus (much prefer the detail in writing) but they are always fun to read.
but hmmmmm if i do quick headcanons i am SO correct on the fact that he types with capital letters. he does not type in lowercase. no no no no no. i refuse. in fact i rebuke. his grammar isn’t perfect on text because nobody cares on text but he says your name and places and first letters of sentences with a capital letter.
i think he’s not a great texter at the beginning. like he doesn’t text his friends often unless they are asking him a question or vice versa. or if they’re planning and confirming details to meet. otherwise he’s not one to have full on text conversations online/text. but i think with you he WANTS to text you and have conversations with you so he naturally does reply to you as quick as he can if it’s possible. though with his busy ass schedule he isn’t able to have LONG conversations and if it’s a situation where he’s on a mission abroad then he’s just calling you. he’s decent with quick messages during the day. he gets used to you sending a photo of something you see and he adores it. you were thinking about him!!!!! then because he’s busy he’s only sending a few words.
i do also think it’s possible that at the beginning of your relationship he’s not a great texter and it’s a conversation you have with him and immediately he fixes up. like he takes a while to respond at the beginning. in his head he’s like he doesn’t have time to chat in depth how he’d like. he’d rather call you later or meet you in person and he isn’t one to have a full on text conversation alllll day.
but you tell him you want him to text you more. maybe send a photo of something or anything. AND if you want good morning/good night texts, you tell him this too. immediately you see a change. more texts and photos and the texts you want. telling people how you wanna be loved!!! you will wake up at your usual 8am, 11am or 12pm and you will always have a 4:04am “Good morning baby”
also he LOVES when you send him selfies. LOVESSS. loves it sooo bad. i believe his wallpaper is a selfie you sent him. then his homescreen is a photo he took of you. it’s mostly you sending because you want attention from him and he is gonna give it. lots of “So fucking pretty” “Where are you going like that?” “Wanna eat you up” so cute. “Sexy” LOL
and then he says he’s at the gym and you’re asking him for a selfie. you do it every time that now it’s procedure that when he’s about to leave he flexes and snaps a photo all sweaty. getting back a “yum yum yum” “nom nom nom” “come home NOW” “now if i was there…..” all from you
i think conversations are mostly you updating him on things going on in your day. who ever pisses you off at work that he knows about with previous context you’ve told him. which gets funny because then he’d do the same. “Fucking commission on my case again” which is the first text you get from him at 2pm aside from your good morning. you flooding in a second later with “why? why are they always on you? you didn’t even do anything?????” just vibrating text after text from you and he likes having you always on his side.
him sending you screenshots of him bank transferring you money LOL like he knows you’re eating out with your friends or going out to party and he wants to make sure you’ve seen he’s sent you something. he Will pay for the whole meal for EVERYONE. also if he knows you’re having a solo shopping day he will send you money. sometimes you will take a photo/screenshot of something you want. new blush, a bag, a dress, arts and crafts, a book “do you like this?” “isn’t this pretty” “doesn’t this look interesting” and you both now it’s actually you wanting him to pay for it. he sees it as boyfriend duties. next screenshot is proof he sent you money. “Did you get the notification” “Buy it on me” and you replying “love youuuuuuu”
social gathering and wanting to leave but you’re across the room from him. you texting him “do u wanna go?” i wanna go now” and he checks his phone and looks up at you. texts you back “Fucking finally” then goes over to get you.
and for him to be a bad texter IF YOU don’t respond to his text he is sending text after text. even joking “Did we break up and I wasn’t told” “Thai or Chinese food tonight?” “Baby answer me” all for you to reply twenty minutes later with “did u get thai?” “Chinese” “katsukiiiiiii i wanted THAI” “You should answer your texts and pick up the phone then” ends up going to get thai after and bring back both. he’ll eat the rest for lunch tomorrow.
but he doesn’t use emojis and doesn’t type lowercase and doesn’t use gifs REALLY but i imagine him having two that he really likes ironically that becomes not ironic at all.
You had been scrolling all day on social media, practically rotting on the couch, just trying to find something that might entertain you.
And that's exactly when you stumbled across that new bathroom tour trend. It was so stupidly hilarious that you knew right then and there, your husband was about to become your next victim.
You were sitting on the couch with that suspicious grin on your face all day long, just waiting for him to get inside that bathroom and hear the door click.
You had already been soft-launching the fact that you wanted to make a few changes to the bathroom decoration here and there, which hadn't confused him all that much at the time. “You can do whatever you want, baby,” was his casual reply when you told him you might ask your best friend for some tips.
So the moment that damn door finally clicked shut, you rushed to grab your phone. You whipped the camera on, marching straight down the hall and stumbling into the bathroom like absolutely no one was inside.
Since you were both incredibly comfortable in your relationship, Toji didn't even really react at first; he just briefly looked up at you from the toilet before going right back to scrolling on his own phone. That was until he noticed your phone raised up in your hand, and heard you start talking to the screen as you pointed directly at the wall opposite him.
“I'm thinking of putting a shelf right here... maybe some books on it or something...”
“The fuck?” He muttered, his eyebrows drawing together as he stared at you.
You completely ignored him and turned, pointing toward the wall where he was sitting, intentionally capturing half of his frame on camera. “A little plant might fit perfectly in here... you can give me your opinion later.”
Toji immediately ducked his head down, trying his best to escape the lens. It was so serious to him that he even clicked off his own phone. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He started to grow more irritated as you continued to ignore him, fully committed to your little fake bathroom tour. “Last time you told me a picture here would be good... I'll consider that too...”
Stuck in a rare position of total vulnerability, the only resort he had left was launching whatever was within arm's reach at you so you would leave him alone. He started grabbing towels and the plastic bottles of detergent left on the counter, chucking them your way as he yelled.
“Get the hell outta here!”
He pelted you so relentlessly with rolls of toilet paper that you finally broke character, sprinting out of the bathroom laughing like crazy and slamming the door shut so he could finish his business in peace.
“Send that to anyone and I'll murder you!” his muffled voice screamed from the other side of the door.
“sixeyeyn or rottensatoru? chat are you guys making a ship name? this was worse than last time…” 𓆩♡𓆪
suguru read the chat amused while he looked at the viewership on his stream increasing. why? because rottenyn and sixeyesatoru keep edging their fans on their “situationship” relationship thing that was going on, and the one and only streamer!satoru was there, in suguru’s stream.
suguru initially wanted to do a gameplay, but when he realized that he accidentally invited satoru prior, he realized he might as well profit off this situation his friend finds himself in.
“pay no mind,” streamer!satoru said. “they’ve done that in my tiktok and insta comments too.”
as much as he wanted to deny it and keep it cool in front of the chat, streamer!satoru had to keep his image—despite the fact that he dms you every night. he managed to get your number and play the occasional game pigeon, play some private 1v1 sessions, and even watch a movie on a discord call twice a week…however it would be preferable to do it in person, but you are just so considerate on getting clipped and taking to consideration streamer!satoru’s career. god you really were cool…
after sukuna’s streamer get-together, his feed went on fire due to the camera showing your interaction in the background. it got clipped all over social media and not to mention, people were now starting to pay attention to how satoru even interacts with your posts, always liking it in minutes and commenting “nonchalantly”.
and that…that was the best thing to have come out of the stream.
he didn’t want to admit it, but satoru loved the ship names spammed in the chat and even his fans coming up to him and asking about you. he got approached at a popmart store and clipped. then, his timeline went on fire, why? streamer!satoru said popmart was overrated; but who likes to open popmart figures? streamer!yn.
streamer!satoru couldn’t lie—he found it so funny when his fans asked you about him. because then he would come across clips of the stream on twitter and see how flustered you’d get, then give a response with a cute smile on your face. streamer!satoru loved sending those clips and teasing you.
“lmao he’s so invested in his phone i bet he’s texting yn. yeahhh i think so too.” suguru laughed, invested in the chat more than on his valorant session. “got any ship name ideas? how about sato-y/n? or maybe y/n-toru?”
he frowned. “shut up i’m buying something.” to which suguru leaned over to see. “a zimomo? hmmm interesting. what’dya gotta say about that, chat? personally, i think they’re fugly as shit but i know a certain someone really likes those…”
the ping! of the chat increased linearly, then suguru spoke again. “by the way, our special guest is coming soon. we can play like flee the facility or something.”
“who?” satoru asked, still scrolling on his phone for more trinkets to buy for your next 'unboxing stream'.
“dunno if you know them. but she should be—,” then the doorbell rang. “ah. she’s here.”
“she-?”— “get the door, satoru. i’m busy…”
satoru hummed, thinking that suguru got a streamer!yn of his own (but you’re totally wayyy better) and gasped when he opened the door. he sure as hell didn’t expect you..but he isn't inherently complaining about it either.
“oh! hey satoru!”
satoru froze, pouted, and let you in. “wait what the hell? i didn't know you were coming? why didn’t you text meeee? yn?”
you giggled and kissed his cheek—resulting in his face burning red like a tomato. “sorry toru, i’ll let you know next time. thanks for the sonny angels. i’ll be sure to shout you out next stream—,”
"toru, huh?" suguru’s gaming chair wheeled back and he cleared his throat. “guys, don’t forget that when you’re on stream, people can hear you. yeah. people have ears. get over here and let’s play flee the facility.”
once you and satoru pulled roblox up on your phones, suguru began laughing. you forgot that suguru was showing his screen so when viewers noticed the two matching roblox avatars next to suguru's customized one, the chat's ding-ing became more apparent.
“awh matching avatars? how cute.” he mocked.
it was safe to say that your entire feed went on fire with more possible ship names.
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if i were to make another part of this streamer series, what would you guys want to see? vnlinewnelbwlkq (lmao should i make jjk streamer university and add it into this or smt, i say as i'm watching this youtube video essay on how funny streamer university is)
“streamer! satoru x streamer! yn collab!! please !!" 𓆩♡𓆪
"chat, what the hell are you talking about? rottenyn?" satoru murmured, reading what his chat was sending him as he was streaming his screen, playing penguin heist on steam. he was asking his chat of around 20k viewers to potentially give him ideas on what to play next. rivals? valorant? even league maybe.
streamer! satoru a.k.a. sixeyesatoru was currently the top streamer on kick and twitch, and of course, he hung around his posse of streamer friends like nanaken and cursedsuguru to name a few. he wasn't aware of some "rando" like rottenyn? who the hell was that?
"chat said search her up." suguru snickered, leaning over to hit his vape to which he got smacked in the arm by streamer! satoru—the twitch partner. "chat also said she's been talking about you. ouuuu satoru. i've heard of her, she's chill."
streamer! satoru had his fair share of internet flings and crushes (obviously, it was a joke in his community regarding his type being h/c hair and e/c eyes), but he didn't know what to expect when he searched you up on twitter and instagram.
and no wonder why his chat was going insane with spamming your user... you were exactly his dream girl.
streamer! yn, who streamed herself doing popmart unboxings, occasional commentary on internet stuff and gameplay of the same games he did. she was a rising streamer who had gotten viral on tiktok and instagram. streamer! yn who was exactly his type and was on twitter, clipped saying that streamer! satoru was exactly her type.
"ijbol satoru just malfunctioned. chat shut up." he ended up following her on insta, tiktok, and twitter after the stream and got followed back minutes later—much to the amusement of his fans and yours too.
streamer! satoru, who's been secretly stalking your socials and talking about you to suguru and kento. how you're totally his type and is so talented in valorant and how you're so cool.
"didn't you think she was a rando when chat told you about her?"
"shut up suguru."
streamer! satoru, who got invited to one of streamer!sukuna's multi-streamer collabs and didn't expect for streamer! yn to be there, talking to suguru on one of the couches.
"hey satoru, we were just talking about you!" suguru smiled, standing up and leaving both of you alone. he turned to you, anxiously. you shot him a smile and you looked so cute and you smelled so nice and—was that the sweatshirt you were talking about in a stream of yours?
"i really like your streams! you actually inspired me to start streaming and i'm really happy i'm getting to talk to you!"
streamer! satoru basically internally combusted. he felt as if he would explode right now. "o-oh wow! i'm honored..."
"wanna collab sometime?" - "wanna go out sometime?"
you both blinked at each other, with your face burning and his twisting into a look of horror, all the while, the other streamers like ryokuna, nanaken, and tojilifts were just observing the unfortunately awkward situation you two were in.
"sure!"
"i am so sorry!"
the both of you could only hope that your blushing and awkward face didn't get clipped for the timeline later... but of course it did.
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i wanna write more streamer gojo like actually even tho i don't really watch streamers (except vanilla bc its vanilla and i have the fattest crush on her) but yayayaya. - part two
Summary: Private relationship! Bakugo grows jealous when you’re shipped with his former classmate, Hanta Sero.
Bakugo sat at the kitchen table like he did every morning, eating his six eggs and drinking his coffee with the news playing silently on the TV. He didn’t want to wake you, of course. This morning, though, he ate with a deep frown and muttered curses under his breath.
He had already rewatched the scene on the TV three times. This time, he turned the volume up slightly.
“Thanks to their perfect teamwork, this rescue was completed quickly and efficiently. Cellophane and y/h/n have our respect,” said the commentator.
The news channel showed a clip of the rescue, then another—his old classmate Sero wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you both up onto a platform with his tape.
Bakugo sat with one hand clenched into a fist, knuckles white, and his phone in the other to opened Twitter. (As if he wanted to make himself even angrier).
Herolover2343: they make such a cute couple OMGOMGOMG
Cellophaneobsessed420: the hand placement… I have nothing appropriate to say
Dynamightcelloicyhot: AHHHH new couple alert 🚨
He squeezed his phone tightly, close to shattering it in his grip.
He was interrupted by the soft pattering of your clammy feet against the floor.
He shut his phone quickly. He was far too upset to talk about this. Instead, he leaned down, kissed you briefly, and muttered that he was going to be late.
“Hey! Don’t you start at nine?” you asked, confused and still half-asleep.
“Somethin’ at the agency. See ya later,” he said dryly…and that was it.
You stood there alone and disoriented, before texting him a few minutes later.
Love you, have a good day 🩷
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Bakugo’s mood was set for the rest of the day. He snapped at his assistant without meaning to and even flat-out refused an interview, something that only happened when he was on edge.
On the way home, he glanced at your text from that morning again.
He scoffed quietly and locked his phone, jaw tight.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own that your relationship wasn’t public yet. He liked the privacy—no cameras, no opinions, no bullshit. But this… this was the downside. Watching people speculate. Watching him touch you like that while the world cheered.
By the time he got home, the apartment was dim and quiet. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling on your phone, hair still a little messy from a patrolling shift. You looked up when you heard the door.
“Hey,” you smiled. “You’re late.”
“Tch.” He kicked off his shoes harder than necessary and dropped his bag by the door. “Yeah.”
You watched him for a moment, sensing it immediately. The stiff shoulders. The way he wouldn’t look at you.
“…You okay?” you asked gently.
He shrugged. “I’m fine.”
A lie. A bad one.
You stood and crossed the room, stopping just short of touching him. “You’ve been weird all day and you didn’t answer my text.”
“That’s ‘cause I was busy,” he snapped, then immediately clicked his tongue. “—I’m sorry.”
Silence stretched between you.
You tilted your head. “Katsuki.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t—” He stopped. His jaw clenched. “I don’t know how to say this shit without soundin’ like an idiot.”
You stepped closer this time, placing a hand on his arm. “I never think you’re an idiot. C’mon.”
He looked down at your hand resting on his arm, it grounded him.
“…I saw the news today,” he muttered.
Your expression softened. “Okay.”
He looked up at you, studying your face. You seemed completely unaware of the footage that had been taken.
“And those comments,” he continued, voice low and rough. “Everyone actin’ like you’re with Sero because of a dumbass mission. Like I don’t even exist.”
You opened your mouth to reassure him, but he spoke again, faster now, words tumbling out like he was afraid he’d lose the nerve.
“I know I’m the one who wanted to keep things quiet. I know that. But seein’ that crap—seein’ him touch you and people eat it up—” He cut himself off, fists clenched at his sides. “It pissed me off.”
You searched his face. “Are you… mad at me?”
“What? No!” he snapped instantly, then softened. “Never at you.” He took a breath.
“…I just—” His voice dropped. “I don’t like feelin’ like I gotta pretend you’re not mine.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
He finally met your eyes, red gaze intense and honest.
“I wanna go public,” he said, blunt but uncertain. “I want people to know you’re with me. That we’re together. I don’t care what that brings anymore.” And after a second he added, “If you’re okay with that.”
You stared at him for a second, then smiled slowly. “You’re sure?”
“Tch. I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He looked away, ears faintly red. “Just… didn’t know how to bring it up without soundin’ jealous or possessive.”
You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around him. “You do sound alittle jealous,” you teased. “But I like it.”
“Shut up,” he muttered, but his arms came around you anyway, pulling you close. “Only ‘cause I care.”
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GOJO SATORU was the it boy of popular boys in the 2000s.
There's fan pages of him online, teenage girls and boys take pictures with him in the street asking "can I punk my friends and tell them you're my boyfriend?" and how could he say no and stop people from experiencing the awesomeness that is Satoru Gojo. His flip phone is usually set to silent or vibration only, since he often took pictures of himself and uploaded them to Mixi and Nico Niico Douga under his "digimoncutiez639" persona. Blurry photos taken in the Shinjuku nightlife, mostly ones he had forced suguru and shoko to take for him.
junmasamoto4199: "digimoncutiez639 is meccha kakkoii! >_<"
Xx_Imblue_xX: "That boy is chou sekushii"
tempura2: "*gyaa gyaa . . . i wish he waz my bf (╥﹏╥)"
The last comment was one he seemed to get a lot, and he didn't exactly reject any of his dedicated fan girls and fan boys, never replying to comments unless the asked for where his outfit was from. He didn't avoid telling people that he was dating you, per say, it was more that… people reacted differently. Almost as if he was lying to them.
The first time had been almost at the end of his first year at Jujutsu Technical College and 3 weeks after he had officially asked you out. The upperclassmen usually avoided him, put off by the so called "prodigy," but he had finally been able to strike up a conversation with them after the school's athletics carnival had went well. Suguru had kicked the football a total of 3 times and scored one goal, while Satoru had hogged the ball most of their first year match and scored over 10 goals, before Yaga had dragged him off of the field by his ear.
"Ohhh, right, I saw you get dragged off," Haruto has nodded and yawned, scratching the back of his neck, while Yoshida had hummed. "Yeah, Sawako even wanted us to check up on you, pfft," he snorted before Haruto nudged him to shut up.
"Whaaat? I'm being a good friend," Yoshida scoffed and rolled his eyes with a prideful smile, before his eyes looked over at his tall underclassman again. "Yo, Satoru, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked bluntly, ignoring his friends glares and sighs of embarrassment and awkwardness.
He had raised a confused eyebrow, before pointing his thumb back at the classroom. He was sure he had kissed you and held your hand on the bleachers that day, did they not see? More importantly, you were literally the most gorgeous and prettiest girl in his eyes, obviously someone as hot as him was perfectly paired with another otaku baddie like you! Pshhhh, maybe they couldn't believe someone like him has been able to pull you.
"Yeah. Her." His thumb pointed back at your figure in the empty classroom.
Yoshida and Haruto had peered into the classroom, only to see… some girl they had never seen before. Plain hair, plain eyes, plain uniform, and a plain you just pressing away at your Tamagotchi. Haruto and Yoshida shared a confused look, before Yoshida clicked his fingers and gasped. "O-oh yeah, that's the girl I was telling you about the other day! You know, the one who walked away when I was trying to ask her for directions?" Haruto nodded, eyes lighting up in recognition, before confusion washed over their faces at the same time.
How does one of the most extroverted and loud boys, fall and date someone like you? Someone who talks in class maybe once a week! someone who’s flip phone is used to play snake while Gojo’s is used to actually… talk to people!
"What?" They had blurted at the white haired student, going on and on about how someone like you should’ve hated someone like gojo, and that you were clearly not meant for each other, and how they were going to tell Sawako that it'd be a waste of her time to pursue Satoru. As if Satoru wasn't right there. His eyes narrowing and upper lip curling in obvious annoyance.
As if he’d let anyone insult you.
"Hey, dumbasses. That's my girlfriend you're talking about," he scoffed at him, pushing past and going back inside the classroom to sit next to you again.
You had looked over at him curiously, showing him the small screen of your Tamagotchi. "Look, our child is growing," with that casual smile on your face. Satoru blinked, his face straight, before he broke out into coos and awhs, pinching your cheeks and suffocating you in kisses all over your face. "Aghhhh, get off of me! You lunatic!" You had huffed, while he was happily kissing your face all over, "you're such a good mother to our baby dragon! Awhhh, what's the name you chose for him again, my beautiful princess?"
You had huffed, looking a mess before sighing and giving the toy to him. "Sylus."
That day was one of the main reasons that Satoru avoided outright disclosing your relationship, preferring to show it to people instead.
Nanami didn't need to ask when he finally had enrolled into JJT, as Satoru made it a habit to hold your hand at every chance he got, and kiss your cute face. Haibara, unfortunately, hadn't seen enough or gotten the clue, only seeing how quiet and standoffish you were, and made the brilliant terrible statement when you all were camping in the back of the forest behind JJT for fun. Unfortunately, Haibara had spoken right in front of Satoru fucking Gojo, or Satoru L/N as he'd prefer to be called.
The fire crackled in the cold dark night, illuminating 6 faces in the forest, as the scent of pine and wet soil drifted through the air. "Y/N and Nanami would make a good pair, wouldn't they? They're so similar!" he had smiled happily and adjusted his hold on the marshmallow he was roasting, not noticing Suguru choking on his spit, Shoko looking up at him and even pausing in chewing her gum. He especially didn't notice Satoru freezing, when he was draping his expensive jacket over your shoulders, cold icy blue eyes glaring holes at the sweet boy's face.
"Converg—" Suguru had jumped to stop and tackle gojo to the ground before he could possibly have killed Haibara.
After calming Gojo down, mostly by you looking at Gojo as if he was embarrassing you and him whining apologies to you, Haibara had finally been made aware that Gojo and you were dating. "Ohhh, you're Y/N's boyfriend, sorry Satoru, I didn't know," Haibara had chuckled and nodded his head in an apology.
"We're married," he lifted his hand to show a string you had tied around his ring finger a few minutes ago while fidgeting with him quietly. "We're not married," you shook your head bluntly, correcting him with a straight face.
"Engaged. We're engaged." he nodded proudly and flipped his hair back, all cool and already thinking about wanting to whip out his digital camera and force Suguru to take more shots of him for his fans.
"We're 17, Satoru."
"We have a child."
"I have a Tamagotchi pet… one that you get jealous of."
"We're madly in love then." He nodded again, not shy or embarrassed after being shut down by you so many times. He waited, Suguru waited, even Nanami waited, wanting to hear you correct Satoru's claim. Only after a full minute had passed, Satoru smirked, a blush on his cheeks as he shrugged, "see, she loves me. Hah," he smirked and stuck his tongue out at Nanami for a split second, knowing the blond man had been doubting him.
That's when he felt your lips press against his cheek. Very rarely did you initiate an sort of romantic gestures, let alone kisses.
His face had turned beet red, while you were looking at him confused. Blinking blankly, and Suguru laughing loudly in the background. Yes, Satoru did love his girlfriend, more than he loved anyone or anything else, and much to peoples complaints . . .
bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him
“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”
you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.
“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.
the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.
“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”
you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.
“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”
you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
“what is that? what are you reading?”
still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”
then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”
you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.
“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.
nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.
“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”
he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”
“you’re not now! give it back!”
“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”
“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.
bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it.
“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pours his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”
if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—
he stops pouting at you.
“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”
“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.”
you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.
he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.
“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.
“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”
“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”
“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”
“it’s so much better now!”
bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”
“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”
“three. his job is terrifying.”
bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.
“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”
“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”
“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”
“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”
bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”
“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend.
“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”
“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”
“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.
“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”
“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t.
you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”
he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”
“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”
“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”
you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”
bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.
then he looks down at you, looking up at him.
“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”
bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.
“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms.
bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”
you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”
“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.
“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.
he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.
“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”
you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”
he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”
you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”
bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”
“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.
“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck.
“look at me.”
shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you.
“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”
you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.
“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”
he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.
“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.
you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”
“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.
“promise. now you promise me.”
“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”
“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”
bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”
you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”
he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”
“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”
bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”
“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”
with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.
he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”
you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”
he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”
if you take requests i BEG for more katsuki fluff 🥹🥹
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⋆˚꩜｡ unexpected family man
KATSUKI X FEM!READER
synopsis: who knew it would take a daughter to turn him into a softie
❦ tags: girl dad!katsuki, fluff, katsuki is a good father, some swearing, reader and katsuki are married
“Oi. That’s not food, shithead,” Katsuki murmurs roughly, but without any real bite in his tone. He’s using what you’ve recently started calling his ‘Kazue’s voice’— aka the voice he strictly uses when he’s talking with your daughter. It’s not exactly sweet or mellow— after all, it’s still Katsuki you’re talking about— but it’s softer, with a little tilt in the end that betrays the fondness lacing his every word.
The two of them are on the playing mat in your living room, while you supervise from the couch. Kazue is sitting down cross legged, her blonde hair— the exact same shade as her father’s— put up in two pigtails as she fiddles with the toys sprawled all around her. Katsuki is lying on his stomach beside her, only wearing a pair of sweatpants to fight the summer heat— you told him multiple times to turn the AC on, but he refuses to do so when Kazue’s in the room.
He’s not doing much, simply watching over her as she plays on her own, with his cheek resting on his arm. Sometimes she looks at him or hands him a toy and he’s quick to participate in her play pretend. Even if he’ll huff and complain about it, there’s no mistaking the uplifting of his lips every time he realises his daughter is looking for him. Affection mixed with pride twirl in his eyes, making him look more like a regular father rather than the fierce hero kicking villains’ asses for a living.
You raise your head from your book just in time to see him prying a doll from Kazue’s little fist, which earns him a disappointed whine in return and an undecipherable babble that oddly sounds like some sort of scolding. Kazue’s still too little to articulate properly— as of now, her dictionary only consists of Mama, Dada and another bunch of simple words to express her immediate needs— but with the way her nose turns up and her small lips tug into a frown, it’s easy to sense her disapproval.
“Foo!”
“Nice try. You ate an hour ago, brat,” Katsuki snorts, lightly poking her forehead with his finger. It makes Kazue babble some more, but now there’s a gummy smile on her face as she throws herself at him. Katsuki groans at the impact, but brings his arm around her regardless, steadying her as she lies down on his bare chest.
You shake your head in fond exasperation, barely resisting the urge to smile at the adorable sight. “You have to stop calling her a shithead,” you reprimand him softly. “She’ll latch onto it eventually.”
“But she is a shithead.” Katsuki smirks and casts you a look from over Kazue’s head. “Just like her mother.”
You flip him off, which only makes him laugh in response. Your annoyance, however, dies down the moment Katsuki turns his attention back towards your daughter, now all up in his face and patting his cheek with her tiny hand. You see his eyes soften and his smirk fading into a gentler smile, one you had only seen reserved for you before. He leans his head up, pretending to bite at Kazue’s fingers and making her shriek.
This time, there’s nothing stopping the smile from blooming on your lips. Seeing the two of them together like this always makes your heart feel so full and so grateful for what you have.
Without realising, your eyes drift to Katsuki’s ribs, where black ink swirls on ivory skin in the form of your daughter’s name. He had always been iffy about tattoos (“Why would I purposely stain my body? You know how hard I worked for it?”), but there had been no hesitation when he booked the appointment, barely a month after Kazue was born.
(He was also the one who chose the name. After months of researches, of testing names that, for one reason or another, never seemed to stick, it all fell into place one night, as you were lying in bed next to each other. You were on the verge of falling asleep when you felt him shift, his arm draping over your waist and his palm resting on your bump. “What about Kazue?” He had asked, his voice low against your ear. At your questioning hum, he went on. “For the kid. It means blessing or some shit like that. Corny as fuck, but it seems fitting.”
Despite him trying to brush it off, you heard it in his tone— just how much he meant those words. It would still take months for you to meet your daughter, but there was no doubt he was already in love with her.)
“Dada, no!” Kazue protests, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. She narrows her eyes at her father— not looking intimidating in the slightest with her chubby cheeks all puffed out and rosy.
“You’re the one slapping my face, brat. I can’t even defend myself now?” Katsuki retorts, in a feigned offended tone.
You breathe out a laugh, placing a bookmark in between the pages of your book before pushing it aside. The sound seems to catch Kazue’s attention, because it only takes her a second to turn around and make grabby hands at you. “Mama…”
You hum softly. “What, sweetie? Is Dada being mean again?”
“Oi, who the fuck are you calling mean?” Katsuki scoffs, while Kazue nods her head, smiling at her father’s expense. Katsuki sighs in defeat, but when his eyes meet yours, he flashes you one real, genuine smile. His free hand pats the spot beside him, urging you to get up and join them on the floor.
If this is not a blessing, you’re not sure what else it could be.
Kirishima is your friend group’s designated boyfriend.
He’s the only man unanimously approved to hang out with the girls without question. Not because he demands it, but because everyone trusts him completely. He naturally falls into the role of protector when he’s out with you and your friends. Casually stepping closer whenever a weird guy gets too comfortable at the bar or club. Most of the time, he doesn’t even have to say anything. One look at his height, his broad shoulders, and his calm-but-unmoving presence is enough to make them back off.
He’s also the boyfriend you call when the night is over. When heels hurt, makeup is smudged, and everyone’s tired and giggly, Kirishima is already on the way. He makes sure no one gets left behind, driving you all home safely—or back to your shared apartment, where air mattresses and extra blankets are already laid out for a big, hungover sleepover. He removes your makeup and manoeuvres you into some pyjamas before he cuddles a drunken you to sleep. There’s always water, painkillers, and a loose plan for breakfast in the morning.
When your friend’s car became undriveable from a blown tire, she didn’t even hesitate. She called your boyfriend, Kirishima; panicked, but certain he’d know exactly what to do. Thirty minutes later, he showed up with a jack and a calm smile, rolling up his sleeves as if he’d done this a hundred times.
“I learned how to do it for y/n,” he said, tightening the bolts. “You never know when she might be in trouble.”
That’s just how he is.
Your friends compare every man they meet to him; whether it’s fair or not.
“He didn’t bring me home.”
“Kirishima would’ve checked if I got back safe.”
“He didn’t even offer to help.”
“Y/n said the first date felt magical…suggesting fast food is not magical.”
IN WHICH you and your ex boyfriend get partnered up for a statistics project
includes k. bakugou
cw: college au, kys jokes, arguing, cursing, bakugou does not have it in him to be mean to u.... crickets, might be ooc i havent wrote for him in 4-ish years, for his bday so its a little rushed..
`ঔঌ. if there’s something you regret about volunteering to teach at the academy, it’s telling your students about your crush on firelord!zuko
well… you didn’t outright tell them. they simply figured.
as a part of the advising staff at the palace and someone with skill in bending, you volunteered to help out and teach at the academy. however, due to your affiliation with the palace and simply because the academy helped with the military, it was only natural for the fire lord to occasionally pay a visit while the others were set to recess.
and when he would pay said visits, of course he would chat with you… for a decent period of time that would make eyebrows raise from people passing by.
the girls you helped train knew you grew up alongside the fire lord since your father was an advisor, so naturally they came to their own assumption. you’d also—on occasion—mention things of your childhood, and how you and zuko would help each other out with firebending, to encourage teamwork.
turns out the only thing that encouraged, was more questioning over your relationship to the fire lord.
“you have a new brooch, instructor… quite nice.” a student remarked, examining the back of your head where the brooch a certain fire lord have gifted you, held your hair together.
“thank you… it was a gift from a close friend of mine.”
“so the fire lord… he gives you quite the amount of gifts, instructor.”
you laughed awkwardly. “i guess so…”
and it was true, and something that has been bothering you. well—not bothering, so to speak, rather something that’s been on your mind.
zuko has been much more… clingy? attached to you? sure, you worked alongside your father in advising, but recently he’s been more generous with giving you things. he’s gotten you over 20 pieces of jewelry and has treated you out to dinner 10 times in the past month.
usually, you’d feel grateful and think nothing of it… except for the fact that the council is currently working on getting zuko a betrothed. a partner to be alongside him.
they want zuko to get married… and here he is, buying you things and treating you out… almost like he’s courting you?
and of course with no other girl friends to tell (since they’re all busy), you’ve accidentally let it slip to the girls you teach… with an alias. lee.
so not only would you mention how you grew up with the fire lord, but you’d also talk about lee. and how both of them give you gifts! (it was beginning to be such a mess, you didn’t even know how to differentiate your white lie).
and of course you’ve talked all about how lee is so handsome. how yeah, he’s a bit of a hothead (no pun intended) and dramatic sometimes, but how he’s so kind. how he’s so pretty too… and how you sorta, maybe, kinda wished he’d look your way.
“so are you two datinggg?” one chirped out, drawing out ‘dating’ to elicit a reaction from you.
your eyebrows furrowed; you were in the middle of teaching the girls when they began with their questions.
“dating who?” “the fire lord, silly!”
and that’s when your expression dropped. “what?”
“or are you two engaged?” “is this a unrequited love?” “are you two childhood sweethearts?” “what’s lee gonna say about this? ouuuu!”
“unless… lee’s the fire lord!” oh good god…
one of them tilted their head to the side, looking behind you. “yeah, i can see why he drives you crazy. he’s quite cute in person.”
“who drives who crazy?” you felt your body freeze and turned slowly, to see zuko. there he was in all his glory, towering behind you with his arms crossed and an amused and surprised inkling of a smile on his face.
“o-oh! my lord! what brings you here so early?”
“hello, instructor. i just wanted to pass by as i was on my way to speak to the headmaster… how’s training today? is that what’s driving you crazy?”
and before you could even turn around to probably scold your students, they left running and giggling.
“they’re… uh— proficient.”
he hummed. “proficient… i see. well, i suppose you’ll have to tell me more about this during dinner, y/n. unless you do not want to join me. i’d be quite sad if you didn’t.”
you blinked. “oh! of course!”
he smiled teasingly. “you have to tell me more about this… person who drives you crazy.”
seriously… if there’s anything you regret about volunteering to teach at the academy, it’s insinuating to your students about your crush on the fire lord.
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request made here !!
as you can tell, i love writing y/n as the daughter of an advising staff of the fire nation nyeheheh
boyfriend!sukuna waking up to you eating cookies in bed
sukuna smelt it before he heard it. the sweet smell of cookies filled his nose, as well as his taste buds. then he heard it. the soft munching coming from behind him.
at this point he was wide awake, the familiar scent filling the bedroom making it impossible for him to ignore whatever was happening next to him.
he rolled over, blanket covering up to his neck as he kept his head on the pillow, pink hair sprawled across it.
then he saw you. back against the headboard, blanket covering only up to your knees, letting him see you swallowed by his shirt, along with your bare thighs in the dark. only they weren’t exactly bare.
sitting atop your thighs was a box of sugar cookies, first row already gone as you stuffed the last one into our mouth, looking off into the darkness of the room.
sukuna was just staring at you, eyes threatening to close as he fought off sleep.
you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend next to you drilling holes in the side of your head as you reached for the fourth cookie in the second row.
“ahem.” sukuna cleared his throat, hoping to get to you notice him and give some sort of explanation on what you were doing eating cookies in the middle of the night.
you slowly turn your head to him, eyes locked on the dark corner of the room as you zoned out, grabbing another cookie from the box.
sukuna quickly shoot his hand up, covering your mouth before you could shove it in. your eyes snapped to him, finally looking at him.
“woman. what the fuck are you doing?”
you pushed his hand away, crumbs getting on his fingers as you mumbled about how hungry you were before taking a bite out of the cookie.
“you’re hungry?” sukuna shifted a little, leaning over your legs to squint at the clock on your bedside table. “baby, it’s 2 in the morning. why’re you eating cookies at 2 in the morning?”
you could only shrug your shoulders, nudging the half eaten cookie towards sukuna’s mouth.
sukuna let out a loud sigh, obviously not happy with your lack of response. he still opened his mouth though, waiting for you to feed him the cookie.
you finally cracked a smile, staring down at your boyfriend who was now shoving himself onto your thigh, hair brushing the edge of the box before mumbling “make sure you go to sleep soon.” into the plush of your thigh, sleep laced in his voice as he scooted himself closer towards you.
you hummed, thumb reaching out to rub off the cookie crumbs from his lips before closing the box, placing it on the bedside table then gently pulling the covers over the both of you, letting him fall asleep on your lap while you ran your fingers through his pink hair.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+ (suggestiveness), #1 pro-hero!teasing!ex!izuku, fem!pro-hero!bratty!no nonsense!reader, established relationship, fluffy, flirting, terms of endearment, banter
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: blow him up. now
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: calling your (annoying) crush (ex-boyfriend) and asking him out on a date for $100
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 700~
“excuse me, miss?”
oh god— paparazzi? how was this even possible? you were in civilian clothes, your hair was styled completely differently than usual— was this some sort of stalker? you swear, you were gonna—
“if i gave you one hundred dollars, would you call up your crush right now and ask them out on a date?”
your eyes flick over to the small mic in his hand, then to the guy trailing behind him with an iphone camera. oh. a tiktoker. you had seen a couple of these videos before. your gaze returns back to their faces— blank, unrecognizing. did they really not know who you were? huh. fall out of the top ten for one season and suddenly you’re taking the cold plunge into obscurity...
you clear your throat, fighting back a smirk.
“my crush?” you echo, a soft laugh slipping out. you fish out your phone from your pocket, teeth catching your lower lip as you thought the proposition over. “it’s my ex, though, so…”
“ah, really?” the guy laughs with you, “why’d y’all break up? you guys on good terms?”
“we’re good,” you explain cooly. “we just work a lot... makes a relationship… difficult.”
your fingers move languidly over your screen, already bracing yourself for how unbearably smug izuku was going to be about this.
“i don’t even know if he’s going to pick up right now…”
*♪♫♪*
“deku speaking.”
you watch as the interviewer’s expression shifts— eyes widening in surprise as he glances at his cameraman, collective gears turning in sync about who was on the phone and who you were as well. you, on the other hand, just rolled your eyes at the overly formal greeting — definitely a habit from too many work calls — and held the phone closer to the mic to pick up the conversation properly.
“hey,” you breathe.
a chair creaks from his end, as if readjusting his posture, sitting up a little straighter. you can practically hear the annoying ass smirk spreading across his face.
“hey, you,” he says, “what’s up?”
“what are you doing saturday night?”
“saturday? nothing much,” he hums. “hopefully you, though.”
your brow twitches. “you’re funny,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes. “i wanna go out for some sushi. will you be available, or do i need to ask katsuki?”
“katsuki?” he laughs, the sound carefree despite your subtle threat, “are you with somebody right now, sweetheart? you’re not usually so mean to me. what’s with the attitude, huh?”
“there’s no attitude,” you shoot back, trying not to scoff otherwise prove his point, “and i’m not with anybody. you wanna go or what?”
he lets the moment linger, savoring every second of this. “can you ask any nicer?”
you glance towards the interviewer, the promise of $100 dangling just out of reach. you click your tongue, before drenching your voice in a syrupy sweetness.
“izu,” you coo, “do you wanna go out on a date with me?”
god. you were already dreading that stupid, inevitable smile of his come saturday. well, at least the following post-date, pent-up sex back at his place would make up for it. with that same godforsaken smirk all too audible through the phone, he answers, “yes, of course.” there’s a beat before he adds, “but i’m picking dessert.”
mumbling out a quick agreement, you say your goodbyes, and promptly hang up— your face is warmer than you’d like when you turn back to the influencer for debriefing.
when the video drops later that week — everywhere, from social media to news segments — people can't help but eat it up. clips of you being unexpectedly snippy with the fellow pro-hero, commentary about how different you were from your usual composed image, edits highlighting how teasingly cheeky and hot number one pro-hero deku sounds—
none of that is the worst part.
the worst part is saturday night— sitting across from izuku, and watching that already-forming grin as he leans forward slightly and asks,
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