#soft kacchan

[selene-19]

I present to you soft Kacchan 🥹

And my favorite is the 9th anniversary because he is softly smiling while looking at Izuku 🥰

If you just think about it almost all of these arts are Katsuki looking at or thinking about Izuku. You would know how important Izuku is on Katsuki's life and it really makes me teary 🧡💚🥲

It's been a year since his death and I know we miss him so much. I hope we see his legendary comeback soon 🥺

[chiosblog]

Morning cuddles💛☕

(some sketches for my bkdk racer au, even if they're not strictly related to it)

[nessdreams]

their story x

[mjbunnyluv]

Perfect Pumpkin

Tonight was the night! Izuku was giddy with excitement. The decorations were up, the snacks were out, and two perfect pumpkins were sitting on the kitchen table, ready to be carved. 

Orange string lights gave his apartment a comforting and eerie glow. The bat and ghost window clings made it impossible to miss which apartment was his when you walked past the building. While the television played Halloween movies, Izuku rushed about the living room, picking up missed items. He’d been so excited to have time off, that he’d gone a little feral in decorating. His favorite was the little haunted house display on the long table set up behind the couch. Porcelain miniatures glowed from inside while a mini fog machine set the scene. 

A knock on the door since a jolt down his spine. “He’s here!” Izuku squeaked.

Another knock sounded, impatient this time. 

“Coming!” He shouted before wrenching the door open. “Kacchan! You’re here!”

“Don’t sound surprised. I said I would be,” the blonde rolled his eyes. “Here, grabbed these on the way over.”

Two books were shoved into the freckled man’s arms. “What are-” he gasped seeing the covers. “Sticker books?! Oh man, they’re the old All Might ones with the seasonal stickers and activity pages. Kacchan…where did you find these?”

His boyfriend was toeing off his shoes in the genkan. He shrugged. “Found a seller online.”

“You’re the best!” Izuku squealed, throwing himself at the taller man and planting a wet kiss to his cheek. 

“Oi, get off!” Katsuki snapped, shoving him away with a hand. “Can’t believe you’re excited about shitty children’s coloring pages.”

“They’re not shitty, Kacchan,” Izuku rolled his eyes and padded over to the kitchen table. “We can do one together.”

“Whatever,” his boyfriend responded fondly. “Jeez, why does it look like a witch threw up in here?”

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?! I had so much fun putting all of it up. Oh and I got us pumpkins to carve and there’s a scary movie on tv that we can watch later, but you have to promise that you won’t make fun of me when I get scared.”

Katsuki smirked and pulled him into a crushing hug. “You’re fucking adorable, you know that?” With a little growl, he ducked down to nibble on a plump, freckled cheek, making Izuku break into a fit of giggles.

“Can we carve pumpkins now?”

“Whatever you want. You’re the one who planned our night.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to,” Izuku pouted up at his boyfriend.

“If I didn’t want to carve a shitty pumpkin, I would have said I didn’t want to.” Katsuki kissed his forehead. “Besides I bet my pumpkin will look way better than yours.”

“Hey!” Izuku poked Kacchan’s side, making the blonde jump and yelp at the assault on the ticklish spot. “My pumpkin will be way cooler.”

“Uh huh,” his boyfriend pulled back with a raised eyebrow. “Let me guess, you’re gonna carve All Might.”

Izuku felt his cheeks grow hot and he avoided Katsuki’s teasing gaze. “Nooooo.”

“Predictable,” the taller man snorted. He rolled up his sleeves, showing off his muscular forearms. “I’ll show you how to carve the perfect jack-o-lantern.”

“Sure Kacchan, whatever you say,” he smirked and took a seat at the table. “Oh, there’s cider in the fridge if you want some.”

“Cool.”

Knives were lined up, paper was set up under the pumpkins and two bowls were laid out to collect the gourds’ guts. Kacchan, cool as he was, twirled a knife in his hand and winked at Izuku. Butterflies erupted in his stomach.

“Show off,” he breathed.

“You like when I show off,” Katsuki snorted. He stabbed the top of the pumpkin, sawing off the top. 

Izuku followed suit, though he wasn’t as smooth as his boyfriend. He needed to stand and use a lot of his strength to cut all the way around. The knife kept getting stuck.

“Here,” Katsuki got behind him, gripping his wrists. “Let me do that before you cut off a finger.”

“I can do it,” he pouted.

“Yeah, well, you’re doing it wrong,” the blonde clicked his tongue. He pulled out the knife and urged Izuku to grip it. Then, placed his own hand over and guided the knife back in on an angle. “Like this.” 

Izuku hoped Kacchan couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating. 

“There you go,” his boyfriend huffed proudly. “Now you can scoop out all the guts.”

“Thanks,” Izuku smiled, pulling his bowl closer and swapping out the knife for a scooper. “Oh, we should save the seeds so we can roast them.”

“Only if you let me make spicy ones.”

“Of course, Kacchan,” he grinned, slapping another scoop of wet pumpkin innards into the bowl.

They worked in tandem. It was quiet save for the occasional scream on the television or a squelch as they cleaned the gourds. Izuku couldn’t keep a smile off his face. They were having a nice evening together, doing Fall crafts. Honestly, having Kacchan in the same room while he did anything made Izuku happy. 

“What’s got you so happy, Nerd?” His boyfriend huffed.

“You,” he shrugged. “I like spending time together.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki smiled. “I like spending time with you, too.” He settled back and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands. “I am ready to carve this shit up.”

“Me too! I’m excited,” Izuku giggled. “I can’t wait to display them on the balcony.”

“Zuku, the chipmunks are going to eat them if you leave them outside.”

“That’s okay,” he smiled. “Now that it’s starting to get cold, there’s less for them to eat. I wouldn’t want to starve them just to show off a pumpkin for a month.”

“Too soft,” Katsuki sniffed, leaning over to peck his lips. “Missed you today.”

“You did?” Izuku asked, feeling his heart flutter.

“Always.” The blonde got up from the chair and walked across the small space to open the fridge. “I’m grabbing cider. You want some?”

“Okay. Oh I got that spicy popcorn you like. We can have that while we watch a movie after we’re done carving pumpkins.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” Katsuki clicked his tongue.

“I don’t mind.”

“You don’t like that popcorn.”

“But you do.” Izuku sighed and stared at his boyfriend across the room. “I like doing things for you, Kacchan. Even if it’s just picking up a snack you like or offering to do your laundry when I sleep over.”

“Don’t need to,” Katsuki huffed, turning around to pour two glasses of cider. He carried them over and ducked down to kiss Izuku again. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”

Heat flared over freckled cheeks. No matter how many times Kacchan used pet names, it still made his heart flutter. He took a drink of the cider just to have an excuse to hide from his boyfriend’s intensely soft gaze.

“Alright,” Katsuki grunted and cracked his knuckles. “Time to kick your ass in pumpkin carving.”

Izuku rolled his eyes fondly. “It’s not a contest, Kacchan.”

“Tch, everything is a contest, Deku. You know that.”

While Katsuki started using the pick to outline his design, Izuku stared at his pumpkin in thought. He had been planning on carving All Might, but now he wasn’t so sure that was what he wanted to do. 

“Need help getting started?”

Emerald eyes panned over to watch his boyfriend work. Kacchan’s tongue was sticking out slightly as he concentrated. He looked cute!

“No, I think I have an idea,” Izuku smiled. 

He got to work outlining where to cut eyes and mouth. Even going so far as to plan out how to carve an explosion of hair. Between sips of cider and bouts of intense concentration, Izuku’s design came to life. When he peeked across the table, Kacchan looked to be deeply involved in his carving as well. 

Butterflies flapping in his stomach again. It seemed like such a small thing - carving pumpkins, drinking cider, the promise of cuddling on the couch while watching a movie - but Izuku was overwhelmed with happiness. Being with Kacchan had also made him feel this way though. He was Izuku’s favorite person ever since the day they met. Though things had been rocky for a few years, everything worked out in the end.

“Done!” Katsuki smirked as he sat back and admired his work. “Best pumpkin ever. No way you’re gonna beat me, Nerd.”

“I don’t know, Kacchan,” Izuku smirked as he made the final cuts. “Mine is pretty terrifying.”

His boyfriend’s brows furrowed together. “So, you didn’t do All Might?”

Verdant curls swayed as he shook his head. “Nope.”

Katsuki squinted his eyes in suspicion. “On the count of three?”

Izuku couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he nodded.

“3…2…1!” 

They flipped their pumpkins and a sharp barking laugh left Izuku’s lips. “Oh my god! Is that supposed to be me?!”

“Tch, don’t be so surprised, Deku. At least It looks like you. The fuck is that supposed to be?”

Izuku’s face fell as he looked down at his pumpkin. “It’s supposed to be you. See, with the hair and your pointy teeth? Like the gremlin face you make.”

He looked up to find Katsuki staring at him like he had two heads. 

“I thought it was good.”

“What do you mean by gremlin face?” Katsuki asked, still confused.

“Oh, it’s like when you get really into a fight or sparring. You make this face.” Izuku pointed to the jack-o-lantern. “This is more exaggerated for Halloween, but you basically make this face any time you take down a villain.”

Scarlet eyes blinked at him a few times before Katsuki erupted into a fit of laughter. “There’s no fucking way I look like that! The eyes aren’t even level. What are you going for, Picasso?!”

“It’s not that bad!” He snapped back. “Why are there holes all over my face?”

“Hah?!” His boyfriend looked down at his own carving. “Those are your freckles, dumbass!”

“Freckles aren’t that big, Kacchan!” Izuku stuck his finger through one of them. “It looks like I’ve got craters in my face.”

“Fine, whatever,” the blonde snorted. “The squirrels are gonna eat them anyway. Not like it matters.” He knocked their knees together under the table and smirked at Izuku. “Mine’s still better than yours.”

“No way!” He laughed. “Mine is way better!”

Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Agree to disagree.” 

Izuku rolled his eyes and got up to clear the table. Moving the bowls of pumpkin guts to the counter, he began stripping out the seeds. He could hear Kacchan moving about the apartment and out of the corner of his eyes, Izuku spotted his boyfriend carrying their jack-o-lanterns through the living room. The telltale squeak of the sliding door signaled that he was putting them on the balcony for display.

While Izuku was washing his hands, his gaze landed on the television. A commercial came up announcing the next film, and he tensed. Arms wrapped around his waist and lips pressed against his neck.

“Are you mad at me?” Katsuki whispered against his skin.

“What?” Izuku gasped, whipping around and splashing water over the counter. “Shoot!”

His boyfriend let him go and cleaned up the mess.

“No, Kacchan, I’m not mad at all.”

Katsuki nodded, but stayed quiet. Izuku slid his arms over the taller man’s broad shoulders and smiled softly. 

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” the blonde whispered back before leaning down for a soft kiss. “Ready for snacks and a movie?”

Izuku pursed his lips and hid his face in his boyfriend’s chest.

“What’s the matter, Deku?”

Izuku mumbled something into his shirt.

“Hah? Speak up, Nerd. I can’t hear you.”

The freckled man tilted his head back with a pout. “I said…will Kacchan stay over?”

A blonde bow raised in amusement. “Tch, you scared?”

“M-Maybe I just want you to spend the night,” Izuku stumbled over his words.

“Uh huh.” Katsuki snickered. “You know, Izuku,” he sighed, pulling back to tuck a curl into place. “If you don’t want to watch a horror movie, we can watch something else.”

“But it’s Halloween.”

“So? There are Halloween movies that aren’t scary.”

“Yeah, I know,” Izuku shrugged. “You don’t like those ones, though.”

“Would you stop that,” Katsuki growled and tickled the smaller man’s sides.

“Ack, Kacchan!” He squawked. “St-Stop!”

Katsuki halted his assault in favor of crushing Izuku to his chest. 

“Let’s watch something else. Just cuz I like scary movies doesn’t mean I’m gonna be happy watching you be terrified.”

“Kacchan…”

“We will watch something else,” he emphasized each word by alternating kisses on each freckled cheek.

“Okay,” Izuku smiled. “I’ll get the snacks.”

Katsuki nodded and moved into the living room, pulling blankets from the bin beside the couch. Spicy popcorn and a bowl of candy clinked against the table when Izuku set them down. He returned again with their glasses of cider.

“C’mere,” Kacchan grunted, already settled on the sofa with his arms open. 

Izuku dove in, legs pulled up on the cushions as he laid his head in his boyfriend’s lap. The warm fingers that tangled in his curls filled him with contentment. 

“Mmm, what should we watch?” He asked, nuzzling his cheek into Katsuki’s thigh.

The blonde reached for the remote and navigated to the streaming apps. “I got something in mind.”

Those perfect fingers massaged Izuku’s scalp in a way that made his eyelids heavy. A familiar soundtrack started up, pulling his lips into a smirk. “Really, Kacchan?”

“What?” His boyfriend snorted and shoved his head back and forth gently. “The All Might Halloween Special is good.”

“I know,” he hummed back. “I’ve seen it over a hundred times.”

“You gonna fall asleep on me, Nerd?”

“Nooo,” Izuku whispered back, already feeling the warm, tingly relaxation of sleep on the horizon. “Glad you’re here, Kacchan.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki breathed before readjusting so he was laying on the couch with Izuku nestled against his chest. “This is the perfect way to prepare for Halloween.” 

No matter how much he fought to keep his eyes open, the steady thump of Kacchan’s heart beneath his cheek and the gentle movement of fingers in his hair sent him deeper into contentment. Izuku smiled and snuggled closer to his boyfriend. This was the best way to prepare for Halloween.

[missingbk-dkhours]

“My face hurts like all the fuckin’ time, Deku.”

“Ahh, that’s because you’re always scowling, Kacchan.”

“You wanna know why?!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m surrounded by morons.”

“Really? That’s horrible.”

“Yeah, and you’re the worst of all, Deku.”

“Oh yeah, I’m terrible. Come ‘ere, Kacchan.”

In which Deku gives Bakugo face massages because he scowls all the time. (And Bakugo’s soft about it.)

Edit: Oh my god I just realized that I FORGOT DEKU’S SCARS LMAO. I’ll add them in the morning, god I’m so dumb

[mirachadoodles]

I just love them.

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There’s no place like home (for the holidays) - KiriBaku fluff

*I really enjoy these prompts guys! I’ll do this again next Sunday :) This one is also inspired by the prompt “Katsuki goes to the Kirishima home for the holidays because of his terrible mother and feels the love!” by a wonderful heart on Twitter! Enjoy!!*

Katsuki sat stiffly on the Kirishima couch. His red eyes darted nervously around the room. No matter where he looked, he was bombarded with Christmas; mistletoe hanging in every god forsaken doorway, stockings legitimately hung by their chimney with care, a large tree that looked as if every single department store threw up on it, but the worst part? The fucking sweaters.

“Bakugou, is there no way we can convince you to join us?” Kirishima’s mother’s voice rang out sweetly as she held up an ugly sweater. He could only shake his head no, for fear of what will come out of his mouth if he answers verbally.

“Oi! Leave the poor boy alone dear. He’s already said ‘no’ multiple times”, Kirishima’s mama laughed from the kitchen. “Pestering him isn’t going to work like it does with our sweet Eijirou.”

Katsuki could feel the tips of his ears heating up from embarrassment. “Excuse me, Mrs. Kirishima, where /is/ Eijirou?” He did his best to remain polite despite feeling severely out of place.

The short, black haired lady smiled at Katsuki. “Please, call me mom. And Eijirou stepped out really quickly to grab some things for the store. He should be back shortly.”

He shifted on the couch and continued gazing at the magically appearing Christmas decorations. This lady never left the room, never had anything in her hands, but suddenly, items would appear in spaces that were empty just a minute ago. He cocked an eyebrow and opened his mouth to ask about this, but /finally/ the front door opened and a beautiful snow dusted Eijirou came stomping through the front door.

“Mom! Mama! Is Katsu-“ he looked in the overly decorated room and saw Katsuki. They both broke into large grins. “Hey baby!” Kirishima rushed over to sweep Katsuki up in a hug. Katsuki wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. Kirishima pulled back, his eyebrows knit together. “Just a kiss on the cheek?”, he whined.

Bakugou flushed as he heard Kirishima’s moms snicker. “We can’t.. not in front of your moms”, he hissed.

“Ma? Mom?” Kirishima yelled out.

“Yes, sunshine?” His ma responded from the kitchen.

“Is it okay if I kiss my long term and adult boyfriend on the lips?”

Bakugou’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

Kirishima’s mother gasped, “In my home? Under my roof?” She held her hand to her heart.

Bakugou turns to her bowing and apologized, “My apologies. We don’t mean to be inappropriate.”

Suddenly, all three Kirishima’s are laughing loudly. “Babe,” Kirishima choked out through a deep belly laugh, “they’re teasing you. Loosen up. It’ll be okay.” His gaze softened as he looked down at Bakugou. Kirishima gently tilted Bakugou’s chin up and placed soft kisses against his lips.

Kirishima’s mama peeked her head out of the kitchen, welding a large knife. “Kirishima raved about your cooking every time he came home from school. Care to give me a hand?”

Bakugou nodded and headed towards the kitchen. Kirishima’s mama stood as tall as Kirishima and had his same sharky grin. Her eyes were a softer red and her wavy locks hung down her back. She wore a Christmas sweater, that unfortunately required batteries, leggings with reindeer and Christmas trees aaaaaand crocs.

Bakugou clapped a hand over his mouth as laughter bubbled up from his chest.

“Hey! Crocs are comfortable /and/ extremely fashionable! Aren’t they son?!”

“Damn straight ma!” Kirishima yelled back from the other room.

Bakugou shook his head. “I see where he gets his fashion sense from.”

The red eyed, raven haired woman pointed a knife at Bakugou, “Damn straight! Here.” She

tossed an apron at Bakugou. He slipped it on over his head and turned to the counter top. There was an assortment of American foods. He turned back to the woman confused.

“Kirishima asked for it”, she shrugged.

They stood in the kitchen quietly chopping vegetables, prepping various meats, and pies for the oven.

“He really loves you”, she stated.

“I know. I-I really love him too.” He continued chopping the celery without raising his eyes to look at her.

“Good. You’re the first boyfriend he’s bought home, let alone for the holidays.”

“Pretty sure I’m just his first boyfriend.”

Kirishima’s mama laughed softly. “Hmm he didn’t lie about you being a sarcastic smart ass. I like that.” She stopped chopping and looked over at Bakugou. “He also told me about your mom...” worry clouded her eyes and in the moment she looked so much like Kirishima.

“I don’t want to ruin your holiday Mrs. Kirishima.” He could feel the tears welling in his eyes. His own mother informed him that he would not be welcome home for the holidays since he came out. His conversation with his father ended in tears on both of their part. He didn’t understand why Masaru never put his foot down and why Mitsuki loathed the child she bore.

“Hey, if our boy loves you, we love you.”

Before Bakugou could respond, he was swept in another Kirishima bear hug. His arms hung down by his sides, but as he felt the warmth and love radiating from Mrs. Kirishima, something within him broke and he found himself wrapping his arms around her, crying softly.

“Shh shh. It’s okay. We got you. You just gained two mama’s y’hear?”

Bakugou pulled away and swiped at the tears clouding his vision. “Thank you...mama.” His voice cracked on the last word as he returned to prepping dinner.

After everyone had their fill of dinner and dessert, Bakugou’s gaze returned to all of the decorations in the room. Where he once saw

tacky and gaudy, he noticed ornaments that were handmade by a tiny Kirishima. He saw pictures of Christmas throughout the years. He noticed..

“Is that stocking for /me/?”

Kirishima chirped a happy yes, and led him to the tree. “We also got you presents too! Mom and Mama weren’t sure what you liked, so I just told them to get you a bunch of black shirts and jeans.”

Bakugou stood in front of the tree, fighting back tears. He turned to Kirishima and kissed him softly. “Is it too late to put on the sweater?”

[eggell]

I'm all for soft kacchan when no one's looking