#dimplcdcheeks

[astrid-ssa]

You want stacked? I'll give you double stacked

[tcpforever]

Walked into 🥩 market found 2 baddies w/ phatties 🤤😮‍💨

Enjoy da fruit ✌🏿🍉🍎🍓🥭🍐🍊🍇

[forgedblack]

[groundzeroswife]

I have a feeling that Bakugo has two deep dimples and I will absolutely die on this hill believing it. 😭💀

🔥 Bakugo Katsuki — Deep Dimple Headcanon

Bakugo has deep dimples on both cheeks.

He hates anyone pointing them out.

Kirishima accidentally points them out once in front of Class 1-A.

Bakugo’s reaction:

“SHUT. UP. I WILL KILL YOU.”

Red-faced, furious, trying to look intimidating.

But the dimples make him look even cuter while being pissed.

Anytime someone jokes about them again, Bakugo:

Throws a training dummy

Grumbles loudly

Threatens to blow someone up

Sero and Denki have the time of their lives teasing him, running around pointing and joking:

“Oooooh, look at those dimples!”

“Bakugo, stop hiding them, they’re adorable!”

Bakugo: “I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU BOTH.”

Yet, every time they tease, the dimples peek out anyway, making the whole class laugh.

[pillowpucker]

Kyle Fletcher

[theshowneverends]

Carley via Metart

[loveshard]

continued from xavier's open starter (@dimplcdcheeks)

he met her eyes, caught the quick panic there, the pink flooding up her cheeks. there was, as always, something exciting in making someone nervous. even if that person was almost criminally sweet and was his friend's precious sister, or maybe especially then. he offered a warm smile in return and braced a palm against the doorframe just behind her head, effectively caging her in. "a kiss under the mistletoe is like jury duty, sof. it's not illegal to dodge it, but the neighbors start to talk," he replied, then leaned a fraction closer, attention zoned in on sofia. "personally, i'm big on tradition. and you're helping me avoid a lifetime of bad luck, so really, you're basically doing me a favor," he added with a single-armed shrug.

[sugartclking]

closed to → @dimplcdcheeks featuring hayden foster based on this

The red pen hovered uselessly over the half-finished essay on his desk when the pounding knock broke through the steady sound of rain pouring down against the windows. Hayden blinked, disoriented for a moment, before pushing his chair back with a sigh. He had been buried in fragments of thesis statements and clumsy arguments all evening, content to let the storm rage outside while he worked. But the knock came again (more urgently this time) and it drew him to the front door. When he opened it, the wind immediately shoved its way into the house, carrying with it the smell of wet pavement and the intense clap of thunder overhead. And there, on his porch, stood the one person he'd spent months pretending not to notice, even though he noticed every damn time. The familiar silhouette framed in lightning, clothes plastered to their skin, eyes wide with something between apology and desperation. For a moment, Hayden just stared. This was the same person who gave him small, nervous waves at the mailboxes. The same one he caught glancing across the narrow stretch of lawn at night, both of them lingering too long at their windows. They were supposed to remain at a safe distance, tethered only by those tiny, careful acknowledgments. But now they were here, on his doorstep, dripping wet, and looking at him as if he was the only thing standing between them and the storm that threatened to swallow the whole block. Hayden tightened his grip on the door frame, pulse quickening. "Fancy seeing you here, neighbor," he teased with a small laugh. "You locked out or something?"