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I think if Katsuki were to have a pet, it would be a cat of some kind. He'd likely have a preference for a breed that's loving and calm, yet he finds himself at a shelter where a particular siamese cat catches his eye. She's only about a half a year old, and the shelter doesn't know how to respond to how territorial she is.
Still, Katsuki adopts her and names her Princess, short for Princess Explosion Murder. (She's his baby, after all.)
Katsuki spoils the hell out of his cat. Premium cat food, (wild-caught salmon, wet food, and so forth) a bed over half the length of his couch, and enough enrichment toys to fill a whole room of his apartment. In retrospect, he shouldn't be surprised that Princess makes more demands of him than he makes on the field.
And Katsuki, weak for his cat, is more than happy to oblige her every demand.
On occasion, (every day, for at least an hour, but those are semantics to him) he carries her around the apartment and indulges her, taking the toys she gives and hands them back.
And, for as much as Princess sasses him, she only ever wants to be around Katsuki. On the off chance he has guests over, Princess is firmly affixed to his side, refusing to entertain anyone but Katsuki. He won't admit it, but he's especially smug about this.
Which is why when he brings you over to his apartment for the first time, his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees Princess saunter up to you and nuzzle against your calf.
It does little to quell the beating of his heart when you crouch down to dote on her, lightly rubbing behind her ear and letting her inspect your hands with her paws, a task she performs rather magnanimously.
And god forbid you take Princess into your arms and cradle her, like he does, and turn to him with the bright smile he fell in love with.
"Look, Katsuki! She's so cuddly!" You beam.
"She has never once been cuddly with anyone," he nods slowly---absently, head struggling to reconcile the sight.
"Really? She's so sweet."
"She hissed at Dunce Face when he turned in her direction."
"Oh." You tilt your head, looking down at Princess. "Well, Princess and I are getting along just fine."
He can't really deny that, nor can he deny the fact that he's fallen more in love with you.
if this isn't coherent, it's because it's 2:28 A.M. and my vision's a little bit bleary and my head hurts 💖
⤷ ゛find part 1 here!
first of all, thank you all so much for the love on this first part!! It's so heartwarming to see that you all enjoyed it enough to request a second part, especially since I was barely even awake writing it (I say as it's 1:44 AM as I'm starting)
Ever since you'd visited his apartment, Princess now eyes the door in hopes you'll return. Katsuki started noticing this about a week after the fact, specifically when Princess's tail would drop the slightest bit when she'd see him walk through the door and not you.
He'd want it to irritate him, that his daughter likes you more than him, but he can't help the thrumming of his heart and the subtle heat that creeps up his neck and cheeks when he imagines his two favorites snuggling up on the couch, watching TV to pass the time by.
His heart swoons more as he ponders the possibility of finding the two of you curled up underneath a blanket, heater running (because he rarely uses the heater; he's warm as is) and a cup of whatever warm drink you'd prepared and had to inevitably talk Princess out of sampling.
So he calls you, proposes that you spend the night.
In his head, you'd entertain Princess for a while, dote on her until she's giddy, and then spend the rest of your time and love on him. After all, if you can keep up with Princess's demands (mind you, the ones he fostered) without burning out, you could surely love on him as the night winds down.
That said, he should have known that Princess would want to hog you just as much as he does; she's his daughter, so it was practically a given.
You arrive with your sleep bag slung over your shoulder (basically decorative at this point; your toothbrush lives in Katsuki's bathroom) and immediately hug...Princess!?
"Oh, hi, baby!" You coo, scooping Princess up into your arms and rock her, one hand on her back and one on her bottom.
Princess purrs in the instant.
And Katsuki's left to watch you coddle his cat, and not him. An almost petulant pout graces his sharp features, and it almost makes you laugh.
"Aww, what's that face for, Katsuki?"
"You know damn well," he huffs, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Your back meets flush to his chest, his heartbeat reverberating along your spine.
The weight of his chin meets your shoulder, and you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple.
"Wait! Do you know what I want to do?" You ask, fingers absently carding through Princess's soft fur; much to your smugness, Princess purrs louder.
"Mm, what?"
"Can we watch a movie and relax?"
He raises a brow, eyes darting between you and Princess. His own shoulders stiffen, marginally. "Like...with her with us?"
A hot wave courses through the veins in your face. "Not like that, you perv! Actually watching a movie."
"Oh. Yeah, we can." He relaxes visibly; arms loosening from around you to set the sofa up.
The three of you settle onto the couch, Princess wedged comfortably (royally) between the both of you. You can practically feel the smugness radiating off of her, though you can't distinguish if it's because she's next to both of her favorite people, or because she's the one closer to you.
Either option does little to quell the giddy butterflies in your chest as the movie starts to play.
About halfway through the screening, your eyelids start to feel like weighted discs, and the audio from the movie blurs into hazy, grey static. As your eyes start to flutter shut, you feel a weight settle into your lap: fluffy, warm, and ovular in the way only a loafing cat can occupy.
Gravity guides your head down onto Katsuki's shoulder, and he wraps an arm around you out of habit.
He looks at both you and Princess, comfortable and secure with each other, blankets enveloping your frames. His jaw loosens and his eyes soften significantly, and he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze---grounding, reassuring.
Yeah, he could get used to this.
♡. and...that's a wrap! It's 2:17 AM as I'm finishing this up, and I think I'm really enjoying writing my own bed-time story before falling asleep, so maybe I'll continue writing at ungodly hours while my vision starts to blur haha!
♡. I actually don't have a cat, so I'm guessing at their behaviors as best as I can. If anything's inaccurate, please lmk so I can fix it as promptly as possible!
katsuki didn’t even glance up from where he sat on the edge of his bed, electric guitar resting against his thigh as his fingers lazily plucked at the strings. the amp hummed softly in the corner of his room, low enough not to bother the neighbors, but loud enough that you could feel the vibrations in your chest.
you blinked. “what?”
“like i just personally serenaded your ass at a concert.” he scoffed, finally looking over at you from beneath messy blond bangs. “it’s weird.” he rolled his eyes at you, while fighting a small grin.
you laid across his bed on your stomach, chin propped in your hands while watching him tune his guitar for the past ten minutes straight. honestly, you could’ve watched him for hours. there was just something unfairly attractive about katsuki with a guitar in his hands.
his rings glinted against the strings every time he moved. his forearms flexed subtly when he adjusted the tuning pegs. the sleeves of his faded black band tee rode up enough to expose toned skin and the faint outline of veins beneath it.
it was distracting.
very, distracting.
you smiled innocently. “sorry. you’re just really, really pretty.”
katsuki nearly hit the wrong chord, black sparkly pick nearly slipping out his grip. the sharp twang echoed through the room, followed by a muttered, “fuck.”
your grin widened instantly.
“what happened to that big shot guitarist act, huh?” you teased, grinning up at him. “i thought you were the great dynamight on guitar.”
“shut up.”
he tried to come off as scary, glaring at you with crimson eyes practically on fire. it would’ve been intimidating, if the tips of his ears weren’t pink that is.
he looked away again, pretending to focus on his guitar while playing a rough progression of chords, but you caught the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
cute.
ridiculously cute.
you rolled onto your back with a dramatic sigh. “it’s sooo hard dating a hot guitarist.”
“you’re annoyin’ as hell today.”
“and yet you’re obsessed with me.”
“didn’t say all that.”
you stared at him silently, already knowing the answer in your head.
katsuki lasted maybe, three seconds? — before clicking his tongue. “yeah, yeah. whatever.”
victory.
a comfortable silence settled afterward, filled only by the sound of him playing the low cords. softer this time. slower.
you watched as he tested out melodies absentmindedly, expression calmer than usual. katsuki wasn’t quiet often, but when he played, he got like this sometimes. focused. relaxed. almost vulnerable in a way nobody else got to see.
then, without warning, he started playing something familiar.
your brows lifted. “wait…”
it took a second before realization hit.
“is that—”
“don’t start.”
your mouth dropped open. “you wrote me a song?!”
“it ain’t finished.”
“suki!”
he groaned loudly while you sat up excitedly, scrambling across the bed toward him. “oi— quit movin’ around before you knock my shit over.”
“play it again.”
“no.”
“pleaseee?”
he stared at you for a long moment before sighing through his nose dramatically.
“…fine.”
your smile softened almost immediately when he started over.
the melody was pretty. a little rough around the edges, but still pretty. which was the exact combination the two of you were honestly.
you listened quietly this time, eyes fixed on his hands moving against the strings while he avoided looking directly at you. and maybe it was embarrassing how hard your heart melted over something so simple.
one thing about bakugou was that he was never the best at saying things outright.
but this?
this was basically a love confession coming from someone like him.
the final note rang out softly before fading into silence.
“…well?” he muttered.
you didn’t answer right away; instead, you leaned forward carefully and wrapped your arms around his neck, nearly knocking the guitar sideways in the process.
“shit— watch the guitar!”
you laughed against his shoulder. “sorry.”
his hands steadied the instrument quickly before settling against your waist.
“so?” he asked again, quieter this time.
you pulled back just enough to look at him properly.
“i think i’m gonna need you to marry me.”
bakugou barked out a laugh before rolling his eyes.
“dramatic ass.”
but he was smiling.
really smiling.
and when you leaned in to kiss him, he kissed you back immediately, one hand sliding up to cradle the side of your face while the other still loosely held his guitar in place.
the strings giving a pathetic, godawful, little strum from the all the movement.
ok i just spent a few minutes figuring this out so i have to share: the oldest book I've ever read fully is Wieland by Charles Brockden Brown. It was published in 1798, we read it for acdec
@bluejay-flies On the topic of acdec books, the one i couldn't remember on the phone last month was The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula Le Guin. It's a very odd book, but it was an enjoyable read
and if we're making a list, the last book i read for acdec was Solar Storms by Linda Hogan. I never finished this one, not because it's bad, its a very good book, but it's rather slow and almost dreamlike, so it takes a long time to read
i need reader to be as hard to get as bakugo iykwim and like theyre academic rivals...👀👀👀rivals to lovers
u can do a one-shot or a drabble or even a small series idgafart 😂😂😂😂🫱🫱
i literally read u on tiktok and friggin asked for ur tumblr. my chud self forgot abt it then now i saw u on my fyp... dk if u remember me mommy but anyways what am i saying i need to get straight to da point i really wuv u and i like how you have dedication for writing while going thru school and stuff i think thats rlly aura and respect moment of u ✌️✌️ e-ehh what am i even saying--!!! *bolts in a flustered panic, as i vanish from your sight*
aww, thank you so much for your request and your kind words! I truly appreciate you! Thinking about both pre-med work and writing can be really taxing at times, so I value that you recognize that. Also love the idea hello 😳
♡ ⋮ hit the books !﹒✶
implied college au, mentions of kissing, but no explicit detail.
You had yet to meet someone who ground your gears quite like he did. You’re almost certain he makes it a point to poke and prod at you, and you distinctly remember his sharp smirk whenever he elicits the reactions he wants out of you.
For every ten minutes you’d arrive early to your lectures, he’d arrive fifteen. For every 98 you’d scored, he made sure to at least score a 99. The two of you played bait-and-switch, played cat-and-mouse like you both had nothing to lose.
And that has to be the explanation, because why else do you find yourself hunched over the library table from the hours when the sun sets to when the moon rises, and vice versa, in the same wing of the library that Katsuki is at any given moment?
So, in those moments where the only sound surrounding you is the susurration of the air conditioning and the scrape of your nails in the table, looking for your hands to find grounding while Katsuki ravishes your lips.
Both your dignities were never on the line when it's only you that's competent enough for him, the only one capable of going toe-to-toe with him. Reciprocally, it's only him that's ambitious enough, audacious enough, to meet you at your level and want to exceed it.
The textbooks on the table, in nights like these, end up shut and set to the side.
Maybe this time, you'll pick them up together?
woah woah woah look who finally got around to writing an itty bitty drabble!! This summer is literally my "work summer" ---> getting my CCMA, studying for the MCAT, hospital volunteering, and a job 💔 your girl stays busy
I think if Katsuki were to have a pet, it would be a cat of some kind. He'd likely have a preference for a breed that's loving and calm, yet he finds himself at a shelter where a particular siamese cat catches his eye. She's only about a half a year old, and the shelter doesn't know how to respond to how territorial she is.
Still, Katsuki adopts her and names her Princess, short for Princess Explosion Murder. (She's his baby, after all.)
Katsuki spoils the hell out of his cat. Premium cat food, (wild-caught salmon, wet food, and so forth) a bed over half the length of his couch, and enough enrichment toys to fill a whole room of his apartment. In retrospect, he shouldn't be surprised that Princess makes more demands of him than he makes on the field.
And Katsuki, weak for his cat, is more than happy to oblige her every demand.
On occasion, (every day, for at least an hour, but those are semantics to him) he carries her around the apartment and indulges her, taking the toys she gives and hands them back.
And, for as much as Princess sasses him, she only ever wants to be around Katsuki. On the off chance he has guests over, Princess is firmly affixed to his side, refusing to entertain anyone but Katsuki. He won't admit it, but he's especially smug about this.
Which is why when he brings you over to his apartment for the first time, his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees Princess saunter up to you and nuzzle against your calf.
It does little to quell the beating of his heart when you crouch down to dote on her, lightly rubbing behind her ear and letting her inspect your hands with her paws, a task she performs rather magnanimously.
And god forbid you take Princess into your arms and cradle her, like he does, and turn to him with the bright smile he fell in love with.
"Look, Katsuki! She's so cuddly!" You beam.
"She has never once been cuddly with anyone," he nods slowly---absently, head struggling to reconcile the sight.
"Really? She's so sweet."
"She hissed at Dunce Face when he turned in her direction."
"Oh." You tilt your head, looking down at Princess. "Well, Princess and I are getting along just fine."
He can't really deny that, nor can he deny the fact that he's fallen more in love with you.
if this isn't coherent, it's because it's 2:28 A.M. and my vision's a little bit bleary and my head hurts 💖
big dog owner katsuki at the dog park (thinking maybe a husky or a shiba something fluffy with an attitude problem) and you come in with your little mini poodle or something equally as small and you see bakugou with his big scary muscles in his all black gym gear, heavy boots because he didn’t change out of them after getting home and taking his pup on a walk and you think he’s so hot, so unbelievably hot that you know this is gonna end badly. not because he has a big scary dog but because your tiny little one is a fucking asshole.
he’s not entirely reactive, (he’s a rescue and you don’t know his past) he’s just a lil anxious and got little dog syndrome where thinks he is a big scary malamute when in reality he is the size of one of the alaskan hounds sheds. so you don’t go into the park, the second you spot bakugou and his dog, you turn on your heels, but the sound of the gate has already alerted him to your presence and you’re already halfway out, your own dog tucked under your arm for the safety of the shiba on the other side of the gate.
“just cause he’s big doesn’t mean he’s dangerous, you know.” you hear bakugou call out, irritation evident in the way he drawls his words.
you stop, sigh and turn back. “ohh i know, it’s my dog that’s the problem. he’s the asshole”
bakugou raises a brow. “that thing?”
this pisses you off. “yeah. this thing is a rescue so he gets a bit iffy around dogs he doesn’t know.”
“oh.” is all the blond can say.
“yeah. oh.” you mock, tightening your arm around your dog. “not everyone is out to get you because you have a big scary dog.”
“guess the asshole trait runs in the family huh.”
“sorry?”
bakugou laughs, low and clipped and ready for a fight. “just saying. your dogs an asshole, you’re an asshole. looks like he found the right home.”
“says the guy who’s at the dog park in a fucking tank top in 10 degree weather.” you sneer, blood boiling at the brazenness of this man. “got a big dog and big muscles, overcompensating for something?”
katsuki howls a laugh, teeth bared and ready to snap. “why don’t you come over here and find out?”
“i’d rather not be disappointed anymore than i already am.” your deadpan, completely bored with the man before you. “have fun with your muscles and whatever the fuck you’ve got going on there” you turn on your heels, tiny shaking dog tucked under your arm and head back for the footpath, away from the safety of the rudest (hottest) man you’ve ever met.
it’s not till three days later when you glimpse the news do you see the asshole from the dog parks face on the tv. pro hero dynamight flashes his angry grin on the screen, the camera panning quickly as he holds up a hand to swipe the attention away muttering a curse under his breath as he blasts away.
He'd have a long day at UA as a teacher: students are rowdier than usual, more papers to grade as the semester winds to an end, final exam jitters from both students and staff...the end of spring means that faculty and students alike are far more stressed and anxious than they'd typically be.
Thus, when he's home at your shared apartment, the first thing he does after taking his trademark sneakers and bag off is cross the living room to find you; he asks you to lie down on the couch so he can rest his head, and you has no problem in obliging.
The tuft of the couch meets your back just as Izuku's face meets the pillow of your breasts, cheek rested and eyes fluttering with sleep. You'd card through his hair with your hands; the curls sometimes wind around your fingers like they're trying to root your ministrations there.
On occasion, when stress particularly frays at his composure, he'll slip his time-calloused hands under your shirt, cupping the underside of your tits and grazing their curve with his thumbs, consistent and languid in hopes of grounding himself.
And in the time he takes relishing the feeling of the warmth emanating off of you, wholly disarming and calming, his eyes finally pull closed and sleep washes over him in leisurely, blanketing waves.
a/n: thinking abt being super sleepy and kiss drunk with katsuki
“no more.” he mumbles against your lips.
“one more kats please?” you chase after his lips as he pulls back.
“you’re fallin asleep, princess.” he kisses you again and you whine.
“kats one more.” you blink your heavy lids up at him “kiss me til i fall asleep.” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with you.
“suppose.” he sighs and presses his lips softly to yours.
he peppers kisses across your lips, smiling with each soft sound that comes from you. he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, slowly pushing in as he cradles your face. he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking across your cheeks trying to lull you to bed.
your arms unravel from his neck and he pulls back to pepper the softest kisses across your face. he pulls the covers up and places a kiss on each of your eyelids before leaning back and admiring you.
“love you.” one last kiss to your lips before he curls around you.
“yuu?” you call softly. “yeah, baby?” yuji replies casually, laying down on your shared bed. “.. do you like this top on me? I think it makes my love handles pop out more..”
yuji smiles softly. “you look beautiful with it on,” he stands, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “
who cares if your love handles show? it’s sexy.”
“yuu!” you slap his hand gently. “I’m being serious…”
“I am too.” he tilts his head to plant a kiss on your cheek, then buries his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent. he then takes another look at your body. you look away, ashamed.
he frowns. “sweet girl..” you shake your head, trying to hide the tears beginning to form. “I-I wish I was skinnier.. I wish I wasn’t ugly.. I-”
Yuji cuts you off immediately. “None of that.” he shakes his head while cupping your cheeks with his careful touch. “I’m not gonna listen to you talk shit about yourself, you know it’s not true. you’re beautiful. Inside and out.”
“You don’t need to meet any beauty standard for me. I love you exactly the way you are. I didn’t get together with you for your looks, but for your beautiful personality.”
Tears start spilling, not from your insecurity, but from yujis genuine, heartfelt words. “I love you so much yuu- you- sniff-“
he smiles softly. “awh, sweetheart.. I know.. cmere.” he coos, and pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back with one hand, and the other entangled with your hair. “I love you more, y/n.” He whispers as he gently peppers little kisses on your face.
oh gosh I haven’t written for xiao in a looong time and this is so so last minute for his birthday so here’s the smallest little tribute i can give for my favorite genshin boy 🤍
𑣲 cw: fluff. gender neutral reader. all characters are adults. established relationship. in game au. reader is a human. reader is implied to be shorter than xiao (yes that means you’re TINY lol). not entirely proofread. sorry if there’s any mistakes in my work, I don’t play genshin anymore!
𑣲 wc: 541 ᰔ
It’s nearing midnight at Wangshu Inn, and most guests are sound asleep in their rooms for the night. There’s a soft breeze in the air tonight, creating a very appreciated peaceful atmosphere.
You’re trying to be as quiet as you can in the Inn’s kitchen, as Smiley Yanxiao and Verr Goldet had both given you permission to use it for the night. They both knew that you and Xiao had recently started seeing each other romantically, and immediately jumped on board with your plans for the adeptus’ birthday.
It had taken you ages to perfect your almond tofu recipe for Xiao’s liking, and you were once again whipping up his favorite dish for his special day. He had told you not to go above and beyond, so you obliged (but only barely). You had also gotten him a pendant in the shape of your favorite animal. It was small, but even a simple birthday meal and present would have Xiao insisting on less from you in the future.
You continue to make the dish, dancing around the kitchen with practiced ease and occasionally petting Verr’s orange cat that had wandered in a little after you did. Humming to yourself, you don’t notice a figure peering into the kitchen. Too caught up in your own world, the figure creeps closer and closer til he’s right behind you.
Suddenly aware of your surroundings, you gasp inwardly as arms snake around your waist gently, and a head is resting against your own.
“Welcome back, my love!” You chirp softly to Xiao, and he hums lowly into your hair.
“I told you not to do anything for today, y/n. I didn’t want you to fatigue yourself. Yet you’re up at midnight for me.” He murmurs tiredly in response. You can tell he’s exhausted from another full day of keeping Liyue safe, battling monsters and fending off thieves from carts.
You put your utensils down and turn in his grasp. Xiao looks into your eyes and you into his, and you smile softly before wrapping your arms around his neck, sighing contentedly from finally being with him again. He holds you tighter and buries his face into the side of your neck.
“I’m sorry, my love, but you know me too well to have assumed that I wouldn’t do anything for you.” You tease, running your fingers through his tangled yet soft hair. “Plus, I made your favorite! Won’t you share just one meal in celebration tonight, Xiao?”
Xiao lifts his head at your words, his eyes landing on his favorite dish. He pauses before reluctantly agreeing with your words. “I suppose a meal isn’t an awful idea…”
You chuckle softly, letting go of Xiao and turning to the dish to feed him. He complies with your actions, opening his mouth and taking the spoonfuls that you offer him.
The night finally ends with you both tucked into your shared bed, tangled in each other’s warm embrace. Your hearts are tender, your bellies full, and you drift off together into another blissful night of love and happiness.
His present lies beside you on the dresser, but that could wait for later. Right now, this quiet and tranquil moment with his beloved is the best gift he could receive.
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