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math motivation | izuku midoriya
⋆.🜼 synopsis ₊ ⊹ studying math is a nightmare, until izuku introduces to you the reward system, suddenly math is your favourite subject. ⋆.🜼 content ₊ ⊹ mentions of math, izuku being a good boyfriend, fluffy fluff math motivation. ⋆.🜼 a/n ₊ ⊹ this fic is literally my motivation to study math... idek man exam season is killing me urgh. ⋆.🜼 word count ₊ ⊹ 0.3k
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“nah baby, that one's not quite right. try again love.” izuku's soft voice coaches you.
you're currently nestled in between izuku's legs, strong arms, wrapped around your torso as he holds you close, resting his chin on top of your head and helping you study.
you huff, erasing the working and retrying it, tongue poking out a little bit as you focus and retry the equation, determined to get it right because of the reward you get from your boyfriend any time you land a correct answer.
“is that right?” you ask, glancing up at your boyfriend.
he reads through the steps, lips slowly curling up into a proud smile. “yeah baby, that's correct.” he murmurs, leaning down to peck your lips once. “let's try the next question, yeah? this one's a bit more challenging.”
you grin triumphantly as he kisses your lips. nodding enthusiastically at his question, you're already picking your pen up with one hand, the other hand keeping a finger on the next problem so you can copy it down easier.
it was izuku's idea, trying out the reward system to help you focus with math. you'd rejected it at first, thinking you'd get too distracted with izuku to actually even study.
but then izuku leaned down and murmured in your ear something along the lines of, “you can do it. you can focus for me, can't you, love?” and fuck if you didn't want to try it just to make him happy.
surprisingly, the idea worked really well. you find yourself actually wanting to focus, just to see that proud smile on your beloved boyfriend's face, the satisfied lilt to his voice, and the chaste peck of his lips against yours.
honestly, if this was how you were going to study math? you'd study it all day - quality time with izuku and full marks. how could you pass up that opportunity?
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girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'
frat!kuna x shy!nerdy!reader
sukuna doesn’t even realize he’s slowly turning soft for his girlfriend. he’s a tall, muscular, and got that scary aura all over him, probably a mean attitude— he’s supposed to look and act all tough, right? but that all slowly fades away once he’s got a cute girlfriend. someone who could turn him soft.
and thats when his frat brothers start to notice changes in sukuna.
at first, he skipped a party, and his only excuse was that ‘he had something important to do’. gojo and friends probably knew that he was lying, but they still bought it. days of skipping parties turned into weeks, but he never told them the reason why. he wasn’t ashamed of telling them that he kept hanging out with you, it’s just that he didn’t want to ruin his ‘notorious frat boy title’.
today was one of the days he skipped a party again. he didn’t tell his friends, but his friends already knew where he was and who he was with— sukuna was with you, obviously. at your apartment.
you’re cuddling with him in your soft bed, tatted muscular arms hugging you tightly as you’re about to sleep, but one thing just gets into you’re mind, and you need to question sukuna for this. you turn to face his direction before saying, “kuna, you don’t need to always ditch your friends for me. i want you to have fun, baby. you know i let you do whatever you want.”
your fingers tangle through his soft, pink locks. your eyes locking in with his for a moment before he says something. “but what if i always want to stay with you? i’m not the same play boy you knew before. you completely changed me, okay? and i think i like it that way.”
sukuna pulled you closer to him before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and muttering an ‘i love you’. he never wants to leave your side, he’s addicted to you already.
and when sukuna finally goes out with his frat brothers, they need to thank you since he’d become less grumpy now. less swearing at them, not starting any fights, cause they know you’re on his mind 24/7. they also notice that the only thing sukuna talks about now, is just you. nothing else. he’s completely smitten to you.
Cold Hands
Synopsis: A winter holiday with your prohero boyfriend.
Genre: Fluff, Drabble
Word count: 573
"Keigo!"
A shriek left your lips as your boyfriend put his freezing cold hands against your neck, slipping past the protective barrier of the fluffy red scarf you’d crocheted weeks ago to match his red wings.
It was a dead of winter in Japan and Keigo had finally been given two weeks holiday, all of which he happily wanted to spend together. You took a trip up north to Sapporo to enjoy the winter months, exploring the city and what it had to offer, as well as occasionally spending all day in bed with each other, snuggled under the heavy covers in the hotel room, limbs tangled together, breaths in sync, fully taking advantage of the fact that he was off duty and now had time to sleep in and hold you.
From taking him skiing and snowboarding, to going to festivals. It was just after the holidays and new years, so thankfully it wasn’t overly packed in most places, but still you had to deal with the occasional fans who’d recognised the number 2 hero and asked for autographs and photos, which neither of you minded, most of the time. Sometimes it could be a bit much, especially if the fans were quite rude or demanding, but Keigo was always grateful for the support he got regardless.
His deep laugh rang through the area as he laughed at you, disturbing the otherwise serene lake you were at, the largest trees covered in soft white snow, a few birds and smaller animals around too. A beautiful winter wonderland that you’d taken many photos of already.
"Relax, it's not so bad."
You looked up at him with a subtle glare and pout, looking from his face down to his neck, which was wrapped with a fluffy yellow scarf, his body clad in multiple layers and a thick jumper and sweatpants, all wrapped up to keep warm. His feathers were ruffled and fluffed out, his hair a little messy as if made of feathers itself. Stuffed into one pocket you knew he had snacks, trail mix specifically, that’s he’d been snacking on all day, you couldn’t count the amount of bag she’d bought of that stuff just this winter alone.
His long and dark eyelashes fluttered in the cold as he looked down on you, a cheeky smirk on his lips, and a deeply loving look in his eyes.
“Bird brain.” You mutter before releasing you hand from your gloves quickly and attempting to put your own cold hands against his neck.
“Uh-uh-uh.”
Keigo pulled one hand away from your neck to grasp ahold of your wrist, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. You took a step forward, putting your foot behind his so when he stood back to make sure he didn’t loose his balance, that was exactly what he did, his wings flaring out to catch him, his hand letting of your wrist to instead grab the wooden railing of the small boardwalk.
Immediately, despite falling into him, you reach up with your hold hands, cupping his face with them, immediately getting him back as you heard him gasp softly and shiver.
You giggled softly before pushing yourself up on your tippy toes, catching him by surprise as your lips connected with his. It took a split second for your boyfriend to smile into the kiss and return it before his arms wrapped around you, cold fingers leaving your neck and instead curling around your waist to hold you against him.
A/n: A small thing that came to me despite it being so damn hot here in Australia, I need to live somewhere colder. First time writing for Keigo, and during my current rewatch of the series, I’m just loving him so much more 😊 anyways, I hope you all enjoyed, and even though it’s late, Merry Christmas and happy new year everyone! 🎄
Cuddles
Synopsis: Begging Katsuki to come over late at night because you’re cold and want to cuddle.
Genre: Drabble, Fluff
Word count: ?
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Suki Suki Sukkkiii
Each time his phone screen lit up Katsuki peered an eye open to check your message wasn't something that demanded his attention; like if you were in danger or it was an emergency. That was not the case. He knew what you wanted. It was a familiar routine, the timing, the messages, how they'd been happening more lately.
But he was tired, he wanted to sleep, and he didn't want to engage in your antics right now.
Katsuki Bakugou
When his eyes just barely caught the message, he was suddenly a lot more awake and reaching for his phone. Not love. Not babe. Not Suki. His full name.
what?
Your face immediately lit up when he messaged back, snuggled up in your bed, thick covers and fluffy pillows, curled up underneath to stay warm, your air-conditioning blasting freezing.
come here why? i want cuddles.
Katsuki groaned in frustration. He knew you wanted cuddles, 3-4 times a week you'd message him at night, when he was already in bed, almost asleep, and ask him to come over, those other nights you'd ask earlier in the day, and he'd already be in your bed, or you'd be in his. It wasn't that he didn't want to give you cuddles, of course he wanted to give you cuddles, but he didn't want to get out or bed and walk through the common room, knowing everyone was down there, also he knew how damn cold your bedroom was, he also was damn tired and wanted to sleep.
no please? no. I’m going to sleep. pretty please?
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The last message is followed by a photo of you. You're barely visible, but he can make out your pouty lips, big eyes, cute little face squished against your pillows. You're testing every bit of restraint he has with how cute you are.
im already in bed and half asleep sleep with me instead
For the third time this week Katsuki grasps his pillow in his hand, tucked under his arm, trudging across the common room at 9pm while the few other students that are awake looked over at him, knowing exactly where he was going. With a scowl on his lips he goes up the lift to the girls side of the dorm, and before long he is knocking on your door with a heavy fist that he can't help. He slips inside considering it was already unlocked, only to be met with the sight in front of him.
You're bundled up with your blankets, phone is hand, right in the middle of messaging him again and telling him to hurry up, all he can see is your face. Gods, you weaken him. He grumbled and groaned in protest as he walked over to you. "I was already in bed," he grumbled. "Cold ass room..."
But he got into your bed, put his pillow under his head and immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close until your body was practically moulded against his. He shivered at how cold your skin felt against his. "How're you always so damn cold? And why do you keep the air-conditioning so low." He muttered, buried his face into your hair and keeping you close. "You'll freeze."
"So I can use you to warm up," you murmured, a sneaky little smile on your face as you snuggled into him, feeling how hot his body was and holding him tightly too, very happy you'd gotten what you wanted.
"Whatever," his voice was deep, a little gruff from having obviously been woken up, but he couldn't even bring himself to be genuinely annoyed at you, not when you were so cute, not when he loved your cuddles just as much.
A/n: Random little thought I had about Katsuki. I find it amusing that I write for him most considering I’m really not that much of a Katsuki girl. Like, don’t get me wrong, I love him, but there’s at least 5 other characters I like more. I do really like writing for him though. Anyways, pls enjoy and have a lovely day! 🫶🏽
Cold Hands
Synopsis: A winter holiday with your prohero boyfriend.
Genre: Fluff, Drabble
Word count: 573
"Keigo!"
A shriek left your lips as your boyfriend put his freezing cold hands against your neck, slipping past the protective barrier of the fluffy red scarf you’d crocheted weeks ago to match his red wings.
It was a dead of winter in Japan and Keigo had finally been given two weeks holiday, all of which he happily wanted to spend together. You took a trip up north to Sapporo to enjoy the winter months, exploring the city and what it had to offer, as well as occasionally spending all day in bed with each other, snuggled under the heavy covers in the hotel room, limbs tangled together, breaths in sync, fully taking advantage of the fact that he was off duty and now had time to sleep in and hold you.
From taking him skiing and snowboarding, to going to festivals. It was just after the holidays and new years, so thankfully it wasn’t overly packed in most places, but still you had to deal with the occasional fans who’d recognised the number 2 hero and asked for autographs and photos, which neither of you minded, most of the time. Sometimes it could be a bit much, especially if the fans were quite rude or demanding, but Keigo was always grateful for the support he got regardless.
His deep laugh rang through the area as he laughed at you, disturbing the otherwise serene lake you were at, the largest trees covered in soft white snow, a few birds and smaller animals around too. A beautiful winter wonderland that you’d taken many photos of already.
"Relax, it's not so bad."
You looked up at him with a subtle glare and pout, looking from his face down to his neck, which was wrapped with a fluffy yellow scarf, his body clad in multiple layers and a thick jumper and sweatpants, all wrapped up to keep warm. His feathers were ruffled and fluffed out, his hair a little messy as if made of feathers itself. Stuffed into one pocket you knew he had snacks, trail mix specifically, that’s he’d been snacking on all day, you couldn’t count the amount of bag she’d bought of that stuff just this winter alone.
His long and dark eyelashes fluttered in the cold as he looked down on you, a cheeky smirk on his lips, and a deeply loving look in his eyes.
“Bird brain.” You mutter before releasing you hand from your gloves quickly and attempting to put your own cold hands against his neck.
“Uh-uh-uh.”
Keigo pulled one hand away from your neck to grasp ahold of your wrist, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. You took a step forward, putting your foot behind his so when he stood back to make sure he didn’t loose his balance, that was exactly what he did, his wings flaring out to catch him, his hand letting of your wrist to instead grab the wooden railing of the small boardwalk.
Immediately, despite falling into him, you reach up with your hold hands, cupping his face with them, immediately getting him back as you heard him gasp softly and shiver.
You giggled softly before pushing yourself up on your tippy toes, catching him by surprise as your lips connected with his. It took a split second for your boyfriend to smile into the kiss and return it before his arms wrapped around you, cold fingers leaving your neck and instead curling around your waist to hold you against him.
A/n: A small thing that came to me despite it being so damn hot here in Australia, I need to live somewhere colder. First time writing for Keigo, and during my current rewatch of the series, I’m just loving him so much more 😊 anyways, I hope you all enjoyed, and even though it’s late, Merry Christmas and happy new year everyone! 🎄
Cold Hands
Synopsis: A winter holiday with your prohero boyfriend.
Genre: Fluff, Drabble
Word count: 573
"Keigo!"
A shriek left your lips as your boyfriend put his freezing cold hands against your neck, slipping past the protective barrier of the fluffy red scarf you’d crocheted weeks ago to match his red wings.
It was a dead of winter in Japan and Keigo had finally been given two weeks holiday, all of which he happily wanted to spend together. You took a trip up north to Sapporo to enjoy the winter months, exploring the city and what it had to offer, as well as occasionally spending all day in bed with each other, snuggled under the heavy covers in the hotel room, limbs tangled together, breaths in sync, fully taking advantage of the fact that he was off duty and now had time to sleep in and hold you.
From taking him skiing and snowboarding, to going to festivals. It was just after the holidays and new years, so thankfully it wasn’t overly packed in most places, but still you had to deal with the occasional fans who’d recognised the number 2 hero and asked for autographs and photos, which neither of you minded, most of the time. Sometimes it could be a bit much, especially if the fans were quite rude or demanding, but Keigo was always grateful for the support he got regardless.
His deep laugh rang through the area as he laughed at you, disturbing the otherwise serene lake you were at, the largest trees covered in soft white snow, a few birds and smaller animals around too. A beautiful winter wonderland that you’d taken many photos of already.
"Relax, it's not so bad."
You looked up at him with a subtle glare and pout, looking from his face down to his neck, which was wrapped with a fluffy yellow scarf, his body clad in multiple layers and a thick jumper and sweatpants, all wrapped up to keep warm. His feathers were ruffled and fluffed out, his hair a little messy as if made of feathers itself. Stuffed into one pocket you knew he had snacks, trail mix specifically, that’s he’d been snacking on all day, you couldn’t count the amount of bag she’d bought of that stuff just this winter alone.
His long and dark eyelashes fluttered in the cold as he looked down on you, a cheeky smirk on his lips, and a deeply loving look in his eyes.
“Bird brain.” You mutter before releasing you hand from your gloves quickly and attempting to put your own cold hands against his neck.
“Uh-uh-uh.”
Keigo pulled one hand away from your neck to grasp ahold of your wrist, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. You took a step forward, putting your foot behind his so when he stood back to make sure he didn’t loose his balance, that was exactly what he did, his wings flaring out to catch him, his hand letting of your wrist to instead grab the wooden railing of the small boardwalk.
Immediately, despite falling into him, you reach up with your hold hands, cupping his face with them, immediately getting him back as you heard him gasp softly and shiver.
You giggled softly before pushing yourself up on your tippy toes, catching him by surprise as your lips connected with his. It took a split second for your boyfriend to smile into the kiss and return it before his arms wrapped around you, cold fingers leaving your neck and instead curling around your waist to hold you against him.
A/n: A small thing that came to me despite it being so damn hot here in Australia, I need to live somewhere colder. First time writing for Keigo, and during my current rewatch of the series, I’m just loving him so much more 😊 anyways, I hope you all enjoyed, and even though it’s late, Merry Christmas and happy new year everyone! 🎄
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Cuddles
Synopsis: Begging Katsuki to come over late at night because you’re cold and want to cuddle.
Genre: Drabble, Fluff
Word count: ?
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Suki Suki Sukkkiii
Each time his phone screen lit up Katsuki peered an eye open to check your message wasn't something that demanded his attention; like if you were in danger or it was an emergency. That was not the case. He knew what you wanted. It was a familiar routine, the timing, the messages, how they'd been happening more lately.
But he was tired, he wanted to sleep, and he didn't want to engage in your antics right now.
Katsuki Bakugou
When his eyes just barely caught the message, he was suddenly a lot more awake and reaching for his phone. Not love. Not babe. Not Suki. His full name.
what?
Your face immediately lit up when he messaged back, snuggled up in your bed, thick covers and fluffy pillows, curled up underneath to stay warm, your air-conditioning blasting freezing.
come here why? i want cuddles.
Katsuki groaned in frustration. He knew you wanted cuddles, 3-4 times a week you'd message him at night, when he was already in bed, almost asleep, and ask him to come over, those other nights you'd ask earlier in the day, and he'd already be in your bed, or you'd be in his. It wasn't that he didn't want to give you cuddles, of course he wanted to give you cuddles, but he didn't want to get out or bed and walk through the common room, knowing everyone was down there, also he knew how damn cold your bedroom was, he also was damn tired and wanted to sleep.
no please? no. I’m going to sleep. pretty please?
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The last message is followed by a photo of you. You're barely visible, but he can make out your pouty lips, big eyes, cute little face squished against your pillows. You're testing every bit of restraint he has with how cute you are.
im already in bed and half asleep sleep with me instead
For the third time this week Katsuki grasps his pillow in his hand, tucked under his arm, trudging across the common room at 9pm while the few other students that are awake looked over at him, knowing exactly where he was going. With a scowl on his lips he goes up the lift to the girls side of the dorm, and before long he is knocking on your door with a heavy fist that he can't help. He slips inside considering it was already unlocked, only to be met with the sight in front of him.
You're bundled up with your blankets, phone is hand, right in the middle of messaging him again and telling him to hurry up, all he can see is your face. Gods, you weaken him. He grumbled and groaned in protest as he walked over to you. "I was already in bed," he grumbled. "Cold ass room..."
But he got into your bed, put his pillow under his head and immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close until your body was practically moulded against his. He shivered at how cold your skin felt against his. "How're you always so damn cold? And why do you keep the air-conditioning so low." He muttered, buried his face into your hair and keeping you close. "You'll freeze."
"So I can use you to warm up," you murmured, a sneaky little smile on your face as you snuggled into him, feeling how hot his body was and holding him tightly too, very happy you'd gotten what you wanted.
"Whatever," his voice was deep, a little gruff from having obviously been woken up, but he couldn't even bring himself to be genuinely annoyed at you, not when you were so cute, not when he loved your cuddles just as much.
A/n: Random little thought I had about Katsuki. I find it amusing that I write for him most considering I’m really not that much of a Katsuki girl. Like, don’t get me wrong, I love him, but there’s at least 5 other characters I like more. I do really like writing for him though. Anyways, pls enjoy and have a lovely day! 🫶🏽
HAPPY 2026, BANGTAN AND ARMY! 💜
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YOONGI HAS A CAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL🥹😭😭😭💜
Caught
Sypnosis: after sneaking out to see your boyfriend you come home, only to be caught by your dad, but you had a cover, your other dad.
Genre: Drabble/Short Fic
Wordcount: 675
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It was late—really late. The moon was high and bright, the stars sparkling in the clear black sky, the sound of crickets and bats filled the air, and an oddly refreshing scent flowed in the wind amidst the dark. Your boots hit the roof, and you crouch down to lessen the chances of being seen and soften your fall. Pulling your jacket —your boyfriend's jacket— tighter over your shoulders to keep you warm, you begin walking across the roof of your house, being as silent as you can and heading towards your window. You had snuck out after you made sure your dads thought you were asleep to go to your boyfriend's house. Sure, you saw him all day during classes, training, and lunch, but you wanted to see him outside of school, when you weren't having to study and train to fight villains, just a moment of peace for the two of you.
You were sure that neither Mic nor Shota had any reason to think that you had left; you were quiet, you had perfected your story and your lie, and you had even stuffed your bed just in case. If either of them were going to find out, it would most likely have been Shota. Your dad was always suspicious, and though he trusted you to be safe, he did not trust you to be smart. But you had a plan; you'd just tell him you were with your other dad, Mic. He'd cover for you.
Postpartum
Sypnosis: Husband!Katsuki supporting his wife when she's feeling insecure after having their baby.
Genre: Oneshot/Drabble
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Swollen feet. Weak bladder. Nausea. Weird cravings. Aching body. The joys of pregnancy. The late nights, the crying, the wanting it to be over already, the fact that you couldn't sleep on your stomach. But all of it was worth it when you heard the high pitched, loud, but somehow sweet cries of your daughter when she came into the world. A spitting image of her father, tuffs of blonde hair, ruby red eyes, and somehow she had already managed to perfect the Katsuki Bakugou scowl.
She was loud, just like him. Fiery, just like him. Stubborn, just like him. She was perfect.
Sure, there were many sleepless nights, late night nursing, screaming and crying, perhaps too long without showering at times. But you wouldn't trade it for the world, you loved your daughter with all your heart, and she'd definitely taken your husband's heart too. He hated putting her down, letting her cry and scream her little heart out. He was holding her whenever he could, he'd also taken time off from being a hero to look after his newborn daughter and his recovering wife.
But it wasn't all so perfect.
Whether it was the stretch marks on your belly, how you had put on some weight that hadn’t been lost yet, how you didn't look quite as energetic as before, or something in between. Something didn't sit right with you whenever you'd look at yourself in the mirror. You had tried taking a day for yourself while Katsuki looked after the baby. Having a nice bath, doing your hair with fancy products, deep conditioning, styling it to make things easier, using all your skin care products. Even trying to put on some make up. Every time you looked in the mirror, you didn't feel beautiful.
Sure, that wasn't totally unusual, everyone had days where they just didn't feel it. Didn't feel like themselves. Didn't feel they looked their best. But this was a constant, for days near weeks.
You tried just wearing comfy clothes, which mostly just consisted of Katsuki's clothes that were too big for you. But when you'd look in the mirror, you just felt like you looked lazy, unkept.
The night was late, and your husband had been putting the baby down while you were getting ready for bed. You put on your pyjamas and tied your hair back, but then made the mistake of walking past the bathroom door. It was like that damn mirror was taunting you, forcing you to look at your self, and you couldn't take it anymore.
"Rascal, has successfully fallen asleep." Katsuki sighed as he walked into the room, using the silly nickname for your daughter, a small smile on his face as he thought about how sweet his little girl looked when sleeping peacefully in her room across the hall. But then he saw you. "Babe?"
Katsuki was never one to waste time, not in his U.A years, not as a hero, and not when he asked you to marry him. So within moments he was over by your side of the bed, reaching out to you, one hand on your shoulder, and other gentle holding your chin as he tilted your face up so he could see.
The tear streaks down your cheeks, your glossy eyes, quivering lips. Katsuki didn't care what was wrong, he was going to fix it.
"C'mere," he murmured, pulling you into his chest without hesitation. He would comfort you before he would question you, hug you before he demanded an answer, keep you safe with him before he fought the battle, and that was what was needed. He scooped you up, pulling you into his arms and moving to sit down on the bed himself with you in his lap, one arm wrapped around you, the other cradling the back of your head. And he stayed silent for a good while, just holding you close, letting you calm down, or choose to speak first if you felt like it.
"Who do I have to beat up?" He said without hesitation, "is it the baby? I'll put her in time out."
You scoffed into his chest, like you wanted to laugh, because you knew he absolutely would do that, but you didn't quite have the energy for it. "No..."
Katsuki hummed in acknowledgment, his hand on your back beginning to rub soft circles against your skin as he slipped his hand under your top.
"Am I...still beautiful?"
Katsuki paused, stunned and a little confused at your words, but after a beat he continued rubbing your back.
"Did some villain break into the house or something?"
"What?"
"Who on earth has convinced you that you even need to ask such a stupid question?" He said gruffly, pulling back enough to look down at you, your eyes meeting his. "I'll beat them up, because you are gorgeous, the most beautiful woman ever, and whoever made you feel like you aren't, deserves to die."
You knew your husband was half serious, that he wouldn't tolerate whoever it was that was making you feel like this. He wouldn't actually kill them of course, but he would give them hell for making you, his sweet, loving, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing wife feel insecure enough to ask him such a question.
"It's not anyone...I just," you murmur, not sure how to really explain it, but also feeling a little nervous to voice the reality of the voice in your head and the taunting mirror in the bathroom. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting into it as you look up into his eyes, your own glossy from crying.
"None of that."
Before you could've even start to speak again, he was moving his hand moving from the back of your head to your chin, his thumb resting on your lip and pulling it away from your teeth gently and so effortlessly.
"Don't do that," he spoke, voice gentle and soft, but still firm as he warned you from hurting yourself, even if it was only your lip. "Now, tell me what's going on behind those big beautiful eyes."
"I dunno...It's just that...I don't feel pretty anymore..."
Silence.
"Are you stupid?"
"Katsuki-"
"No, seriously. Are you stupid?"
"This isn't funny," you almost whined back, a little annoyed at his words because you couldn't quite tell if he was serious or just winding you up. "After having the baby...I just feel like I don't look that pretty anymore. Like...my tummy is pudgy, I put on weight, I don’t work out... a-and I feel like I always look tired, and my hair is never nice looking anymore-"
"Your hair looks fine." Katsuki said, moving his hand up to run through your hair, admiring it the same way he always did, and to him, your hair looked just the same, perhaps even healthier, shinier. "Just as soft and pretty as always. And of course you look tired, the little rascal rarely sleeps through the night. Do you think I look as awake and alert as before we had a baby?"
"Well-" You went to speak but stop yourself, taking a look at your husband, whose ruby red eyes were looking right back at you, the same ruby red that your daughter inherited. You looked over his face, and while he still looked as attractive as always, if you took a moment to really look at him, you could the bags under his eyes, the slight quiver of his lips that you'd come to learn only happened when he was extremely stressed or tired, along with the crease on his eyebrows. You hadn’t notice before, but he was definitely wearing the same shirt from yesterday, and...Was that dried spit up on his chest?
"She's only a few weeks old, we're all tired." He said, his voice a little gruff. "And stop stressing about your tummy. You carried a whole damn baby in there for 9 months. It's not just going to go back to how it was over night." He said a little more firmly. "You looked beautiful before, and now you're even more beautiful, because you're the mother of my child. I don't care if you put on some weight, you look amazing. You're still beautiful, healthy, recovering, and you're still my wife."
Your lip quivered, eyes watered, heart warmed.
"C'mere." He murmured again as he looked at you, brining you in close, and this time you immediately wrapped your arms around him too, holding onto him closely your head buried into his neck. Gently he rubbed your back, his other hand brushing the hair from your forehead before he pressed his lips to your skin gently. Once. Twice. Three times more.
"I love you, babe. No matter what." He spoke.
Years ago you never thought you could ever hear Katsuki Bakugou sound so soft and gentle with his words, not sarcasm, no anger, just pure love. But after being with him for so long and married for 2 years, you'd come to learn this was a side of him he reserved you and only you—well, now you had to share with your daughter—but you didn't mind that. "All you gotta focus on is looking after you, looking after our girl, and recovering. Don't stress yourself out over useless things that aren't important right now." He murmured, his lips pressed against your hairline, his nose buried in your hair. "And when you're recovered, fully recovered, if you still want to, we can do some easy workouts to help you feel more like yourself again."
"...I love you so much, Suki."
"I love you too, Sweetheart."
Silence fills the room, the house, aside from the breaths from both of you, synced up as you laid against him and he held you closely, not wanting to let you go, still occasionally pressing kisses against your head. Not even the wind outside seemed to disturb the peaceful silence. And that silence lasted approximate 15 minutes before the sweet but loud sounds of a baby had it falling to pieces, and yet neither of you even thought about complaining, knowing your little girl loved both of you too.
A/n: New fic! (I was suppose to post this last Friday) I had so much fun writing this one, I honestly just enjoy writing for Kacchan overall. I smashed it out in about 2-3 seperate writing sessions. Also, I’m trying this thing where I don't use ai to edit things. I've never used ai to write any of my works, but I did run them through quillbot as a final editing thing, but I kind of want to try not doing that anymore, so yeah. 🤷🏽♀️ Anyways, thank y'all sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and have a lovely day or night.. Check out my blog/masterlist if you want to see more from me, and I’m always happy to receives asks/comments with ideas or requests, or literally just to chat. 💜
you can call me honey if you want
summary: To you, he's always been Stevie. Until one day he's just Steve. He isn't handling the change well. wc: 2.5 k warnings: lovesick Steve, reader is overly fond of nicknames, meddling kids, tooth-rotting fluff a/n: I am absolutely losing my mind over the new season, please feel free to send Steve thoughts/requests my way <3
“Hey, Steve?”
The yelling that had filled the entirety of Steve’s living room for the past ten minutes ceased. His heart started beating out of his chest. There was no reason to get all twisted up about it, that is the name his parents gave him. Except, you were so sweet, and everyone had a nickname. Everyone, but especially him. He’s your Stevie. Well, not strictly yours, as much as he’d like to be.
You would drop the others’ nicknames when you were tired, or when you had a headache after a long day. Dustin was no longer Dusty-Bun, which you’d gleefully stolen from Suzie. The ‘Y’ was dropped from the end of Mike. Steve could count on one hand the number of times he’d heard you call his best friend ‘Robin’ instead of ‘Robs’. But always, without fail, he was ‘Stevie’.
He’d been Stevie when your respective parents had brought the both of you to the company Christmas party and you were the only two there below the age of 30. He’d been Stevie when you found him shamefully cleaning up Tommy’s graffiti on the front of the theater, Stevie when you saw him from across the mall, face beaten to a pulp and there was no one else to pick him up. And he was Stevie every single time that he crawled in through your window after a nightmare or when he needed someone to sit with him in the aftermath of another concussion.
Max was still sitting on the floor in front of you as you diligently weaved her hair into a braid, eyes looking as far up as they could to catch a glimpse of you. Robin was hanging upside down in her typical arm chair, and the other kids were tangled up in a pile on the rug. But without fail, every eye in the room was boring into you. Steve watched you tie off the braid in an elastic and jump a bit when you looked up, squirming under their scrutiny. You blinked, confused. “What?”
Oh God, you didn’t even realize. You hate him now and you don’t even know it.
Does it bother anyone else that in five seasons of Stranger Things we have never caught a glimpse of Steve's Parents? All those times he was broken and bloody, literally fighting for his life and he went home after those battles to an empty house with no one to talk to, no one there to tend to his wounds? The thought makes me want to cry. Ok,so maybe I'm just a little hormonal and sensitive right now but still......all those times he has taken care of everyone else but didn't have anyone to take care of him......
Postpartum
Sypnosis: Husband!Katsuki supporting his wife when she's feeling insecure after having their baby.
Genre: Oneshot/Drabble
Wordcount:
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Swollen feet. Weak bladder. Nausea. Weird cravings. Aching body. The joys of pregnancy. The late nights, the crying, the wanting it to be over already, the fact that you couldn't sleep on your stomach. But all of it was worth it when you heard the high pitched, loud, but somehow sweet cries of your daughter when she came into the world. A spitting image of her father, tuffs of blonde hair, ruby red eyes, and somehow she had already managed to perfect the Katsuki Bakugou scowl.
She was loud, just like him. Fiery, just like him. Stubborn, just like him. She was perfect.
Sure, there were many sleepless nights, late night nursing, screaming and crying, perhaps too long without showering at times. But you wouldn't trade it for the world, you loved your daughter with all your heart, and she'd definitely taken your husband's heart too. He hated putting her down, letting her cry and scream her little heart out. He was holding her whenever he could, he'd also taken time off from being a hero to look after his newborn daughter and his recovering wife.
But it wasn't all so perfect.
Whether it was the stretch marks on your belly, how you had put on some weight that hadn’t been lost yet, how you didn't look quite as energetic as before, or something in between. Something didn't sit right with you whenever you'd look at yourself in the mirror. You had tried taking a day for yourself while Katsuki looked after the baby. Having a nice bath, doing your hair with fancy products, deep conditioning, styling it to make things easier, using all your skin care products. Even trying to put on some make up. Every time you looked in the mirror, you didn't feel beautiful.
Sure, that wasn't totally unusual, everyone had days where they just didn't feel it. Didn't feel like themselves. Didn't feel they looked their best. But this was a constant, for days near weeks.
You tried just wearing comfy clothes, which mostly just consisted of Katsuki's clothes that were too big for you. But when you'd look in the mirror, you just felt like you looked lazy, unkept.
The night was late, and your husband had been putting the baby down while you were getting ready for bed. You put on your pyjamas and tied your hair back, but then made the mistake of walking past the bathroom door. It was like that damn mirror was taunting you, forcing you to look at your self, and you couldn't take it anymore.
"Rascal, has successfully fallen asleep." Katsuki sighed as he walked into the room, using the silly nickname for your daughter, a small smile on his face as he thought about how sweet his little girl looked when sleeping peacefully in her room across the hall. But then he saw you. "Babe?"
Katsuki was never one to waste time, not in his U.A years, not as a hero, and not when he asked you to marry him. So within moments he was over by your side of the bed, reaching out to you, one hand on your shoulder, and other gentle holding your chin as he tilted your face up so he could see.
The tear streaks down your cheeks, your glossy eyes, quivering lips. Katsuki didn't care what was wrong, he was going to fix it.
"C'mere," he murmured, pulling you into his chest without hesitation. He would comfort you before he would question you, hug you before he demanded an answer, keep you safe with him before he fought the battle, and that was what was needed. He scooped you up, pulling you into his arms and moving to sit down on the bed himself with you in his lap, one arm wrapped around you, the other cradling the back of your head. And he stayed silent for a good while, just holding you close, letting you calm down, or choose to speak first if you felt like it.
"Who do I have to beat up?" He said without hesitation, "is it the baby? I'll put her in time out."
You scoffed into his chest, like you wanted to laugh, because you knew he absolutely would do that, but you didn't quite have the energy for it. "No..."
Katsuki hummed in acknowledgment, his hand on your back beginning to rub soft circles against your skin as he slipped his hand under your top.
"Am I...still beautiful?"
Katsuki paused, stunned and a little confused at your words, but after a beat he continued rubbing your back.
"Did some villain break into the house or something?"
"What?"
"Who on earth has convinced you that you even need to ask such a stupid question?" He said gruffly, pulling back enough to look down at you, your eyes meeting his. "I'll beat them up, because you are gorgeous, the most beautiful woman ever, and whoever made you feel like you aren't, deserves to die."
You knew your husband was half serious, that he wouldn't tolerate whoever it was that was making you feel like this. He wouldn't actually kill them of course, but he would give them hell for making you, his sweet, loving, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing wife feel insecure enough to ask him such a question.
"It's not anyone...I just," you murmur, not sure how to really explain it, but also feeling a little nervous to voice the reality of the voice in your head and the taunting mirror in the bathroom. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting into it as you look up into his eyes, your own glossy from crying.
"None of that."
Before you could've even start to speak again, he was moving his hand moving from the back of your head to your chin, his thumb resting on your lip and pulling it away from your teeth gently and so effortlessly.
"Don't do that," he spoke, voice gentle and soft, but still firm as he warned you from hurting yourself, even if it was only your lip. "Now, tell me what's going on behind those big beautiful eyes."
"I dunno...It's just that...I don't feel pretty anymore..."
Silence.
"Are you stupid?"
"Katsuki-"
"No, seriously. Are you stupid?"
"This isn't funny," you almost whined back, a little annoyed at his words because you couldn't quite tell if he was serious or just winding you up. "After having the baby...I just feel like I don't look that pretty anymore. Like...my tummy is pudgy, I put on weight, I don’t work out... a-and I feel like I always look tired, and my hair is never nice looking anymore-"
"Your hair looks fine." Katsuki said, moving his hand up to run through your hair, admiring it the same way he always did, and to him, your hair looked just the same, perhaps even healthier, shinier. "Just as soft and pretty as always. And of course you look tired, the little rascal rarely sleeps through the night. Do you think I look as awake and alert as before we had a baby?"
"Well-" You went to speak but stop yourself, taking a look at your husband, whose ruby red eyes were looking right back at you, the same ruby red that your daughter inherited. You looked over his face, and while he still looked as attractive as always, if you took a moment to really look at him, you could the bags under his eyes, the slight quiver of his lips that you'd come to learn only happened when he was extremely stressed or tired, along with the crease on his eyebrows. You hadn’t notice before, but he was definitely wearing the same shirt from yesterday, and...Was that dried spit up on his chest?
"She's only a few weeks old, we're all tired." He said, his voice a little gruff. "And stop stressing about your tummy. You carried a whole damn baby in there for 9 months. It's not just going to go back to how it was over night." He said a little more firmly. "You looked beautiful before, and now you're even more beautiful, because you're the mother of my child. I don't care if you put on some weight, you look amazing. You're still beautiful, healthy, recovering, and you're still my wife."
Your lip quivered, eyes watered, heart warmed.
"C'mere." He murmured again as he looked at you, brining you in close, and this time you immediately wrapped your arms around him too, holding onto him closely your head buried into his neck. Gently he rubbed your back, his other hand brushing the hair from your forehead before he pressed his lips to your skin gently. Once. Twice. Three times more.
"I love you, babe. No matter what." He spoke.
Years ago you never thought you could ever hear Katsuki Bakugou sound so soft and gentle with his words, not sarcasm, no anger, just pure love. But after being with him for so long and married for 2 years, you'd come to learn this was a side of him he reserved you and only you—well, now you had to share with your daughter—but you didn't mind that. "All you gotta focus on is looking after you, looking after our girl, and recovering. Don't stress yourself out over useless things that aren't important right now." He murmured, his lips pressed against your hairline, his nose buried in your hair. "And when you're recovered, fully recovered, if you still want to, we can do some easy workouts to help you feel more like yourself again."
"...I love you so much, Suki."
"I love you too, Sweetheart."
Silence fills the room, the house, aside from the breaths from both of you, synced up as you laid against him and he held you closely, not wanting to let you go, still occasionally pressing kisses against your head. Not even the wind outside seemed to disturb the peaceful silence. And that silence lasted approximate 15 minutes before the sweet but loud sounds of a baby had it falling to pieces, and yet neither of you even thought about complaining, knowing your little girl loved both of you too.
A/n: New fic! (I was suppose to post this last Friday) I had so much fun writing this one, I honestly just enjoy writing for Kacchan overall. I smashed it out in about 2-3 seperate writing sessions. Also, I’m trying this thing where I don't use ai to edit things. I've never used ai to write any of my works, but I did run them through quillbot as a final editing thing, but I kind of want to try not doing that anymore, so yeah. 🤷🏽♀️ Anyways, thank y'all sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and have a lovely day or night.. Check out my blog/masterlist if you want to see more from me, and I’m always happy to receives asks/comments with ideas or requests, or literally just to chat. 💜
