Idk how to describe this but basically I’ve been obsessed with they TikTok videos of these wedding painters and I so I was thinking what if reader is a wedding painter and she was painting at one of bakugos relatives wedding and obviously Bakugo hates these sorts of things so he’s just lurking (that sounds creepy but u get the point) and he gets impressed by their skills and kinda chills with reader and the two talk and stuff yknow and they exchange numbers and hang out for the rest of the wedding while reader paints
Maybe you could continue it by Bakugo talking to Kirishima abt how he’s thinking of you or smth uhhhhhhhhh yea idk what else to say but yeah yeah yeah uhhhhh hi ig idk bye bye bye ur cool bye uhhhh yeah uuhhhh bye and hi
anon my dear i am so terribly sorry for how long this took, i hope the length makes up for it <3 it was such a cute idea and i wanted to do it justice
wedding painter
k.bakugo x weddingpainter!reader — meet cute! >:3
1.58k words, mentions of kirimina and slight profanity (also very slightly proof read oops)
the wedding itself was a beautiful affair. a large open ballroom with tall windows that overlooked a scenic garden, fairy lights shimmering off of the intricately decorated tables, and the music was just the perfect volume with a playlist that every guest could enjoy.
it was some cousin's wedding. bakugo really didn't want to go, but his parents had forced him. how strange, an adult man being forced by his parents to go to a wedding...but in the name of all might, he absolutely didn't regret it when someone had caught his eye.
a live wedding painter? surely he'd heard of those before. no, he absolutely had. his manager had begged to hire one popular on social media for some gala event his agency was holding some time ago but in true dynamight fashion, he blew off the idea because he didn't want to attend anyway and put as minimal effort as possible.
he couldn't help but stare from his spot at the table. your shimmering gown was simple yet matched the attire of the other wedding guests, yet you were tucked away in a corner all by yourself. a tragedy, honestly. bakugo saw a few people come and go from the little station, too far to hear their words but close enough to see the excitement spread across their faces and receive a smile from you in reply.
damn it. he wanted a smile from you, too.
bakugo stuffed his hands into his pockets as he made his way across the venue, polished shoes squeaking against the floor from his fast pace. he took a deep breath. would he even be heard over the music and the chatter in the background?
"they pay you for this shit?"
she nodded in reply, gaze still trained on the canvas in front of you. "they do, yes."
he stared in silence, brows knit together and the smallest little pout on his lips. "looks...good. how long you been paintin' for?"
"my whole life," you replied with a soft smile, gently wiping your brush against a rag before dipping into a different paint swatch on your palette. shit. your smile looked even more radiant up close... "however, this isn't my full time job. i paint for events on the side. as well as take commissions. if you’re interested, i have my business cards at the end of the table.”
bakugo slipped one into his pocket, eyes still on you.
“what’s your relation to the lucky couple?” you asked him curiously, eyes narrowed slightly as you tried to focus on the details in the flower arch above the sweetheart table.
“bride’s my cousin,” he replied gruffly.
“good looks must run in the family then.”
bakugo felt his cheeks heat up. what an embarrassment, getting so worked up over such a passive comment.
“hell yeah, they do. not an ugly stage in my life.”
you laughed at his response and turned to finally look at him, eyes widening in shock as a chill ran through your body. “dynamight-?!” was that really him? you couldn’t believe it. one of the most famous heroes initiating a conversation with you…how insane!
“know me, huh?” he couldn’t help but smirk as you nodded.
“of course i do. everyone does. i just wasn’t expecting to be in the presence of a hero, nor have one approach me to speak.”
“i suppose so. but i’m off duty, so call me katsuki, yeah?”
you nodded once more, attention drifting back to the painting. “okay, katsuki. enjoying the wedding so far?”
no, but it surely was better from the moment he started talking to you. but he didn’t want to say that just yet.
“eh, i guess. nothing out of the ordinary. not how i would have preferred to spend a day off but oh well.”
“how do you usually spend your off days, then?” were you really interested in what he had to say, or just didn’t feel like trying to speak for yourself so you could focus on the painting in front of you. bakugo cleared his throat before starting to outline his perfect day. at 6:00 he would hit the gym, have breakfast some time after 8:00, go on a short run and take a shower just before it would hit 10:00, and maybe meet up with a friend or two for lunch if he was feeling it. he’d go to bed at 20:00 but fill the rest of his afternoon with mundane tasks of grocery shopping or cleaning, yet he couldn’t help but crack a smile when you laughed and called it a strict schedule.
“maybe it is, but i know what i like. i like structure,” he fiddled with the fabric of his tie.
“i see,” yet another swipe of your brush against the rag littered with blooms of colour. “are you not going to interact with the rest of the guests?”
“nah, figured i could keep ya company here. that okay?”
why doesn’t he just rip your heart out at this point! who knew great explosion murder god dynamight could be so smooth? certainly you didn’t. “sure, but i’m not the most fun to talk to when i’m in the zone.”
“that’s alright. rather that than you be lonely.”
yup. if it weren’t for the fact that the man next to you was leagues ahead, you’d ask for his number right then and there.
but you had to say, he was good company. bakugo watched over your station when you had to take a break to visit the restroom and brought you treats from the buffet to keep you from starving. he only ever strayed away from the area for a long period of time when he got roped into a quick dance with his cousin, but came back immediately after with scuffs on his shoes and a frown on his face.
bakugo also couldn’t help but stare when the newly weds came to visit you, joyfully beaming at how well you seemed to paint the two and their chosen background. yes, they were going to put this in a spot in their home where everyone could see and yes, they were going to pay you far more than your usual rates.
as his cousin was off giggling with you regarding the painting, her spouse couldn’t help but elbow him in the ribs. “you’ve been spending an awful long time with her. thought you came to watch us get married, not flirt with the cute painter.”
“relax-” bakugo hissed. “just keeping her company, that’s all.”
he was met with a drawn out “sure…” before quickly departing back to the dance floor with most of the guests in tow.
bakugo was stuck by your side the rest of the night. not that you minded, of course, but you felt a little bad for stealing his attention away from the event. he was nice, funny at times when needed, fun to talk to, and it all tied together in a little bow of his attractiveness. if a pro-hero went out of his way to talk to you of all people and was respectful about it, then you weren’t going to be opposed.
as the night came to a close and you began to pack up after announcing to the couple you’d finish up the fine details at home and allow the painting to dry before sending it their way, bakugo hesitantly took a spare of your business card and fished around for a pen to write his number on the back of it before handing it over. “here. call me. or text me. whatever you're comfortable with.”
your hand trembled slightly as you took the card from him, now decorated in his contact information right behind your’s. “thank you, but i’m sure i won’t be in peril any time soon. i could have just looked up your agency’s number online-”
“no,” he shook his head. dense, you were. incredibly dense. “it’s my phone number.”
“i know. i could have just looked it up.” you didn’t want to make assumptions. or make him uncomfortable.
he wanted to rip his hair out.
“no. my number. my personal cell phone number. on my phone. do i need to make it any clearer to you? i would like for us to meet sometime again. for lunch or something. i enjoyed my time with you tonight.”
oh.
“okay, thank you…” you smiled at him. “i’ll message you and we can work something out. i’m free all of next week.”
score.
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“eijiro, i’m telling you, you need to have her at your wedding,” bakugo had his fork gripped tightly in his hand as he pointed it at his friend over lunch at some hole-in-the-wall place they frequented.
“chill…” the red head laughed as he took a bite out of his own food. “mina and i just started preparations, but i’ll be sure to bring it up to her.”
“good. but make sure it’s her. not some other extra painting at your wedding. she’s good at what she does. got me all smiley n’shit last night.”
“yeah? sounds like you got a thing for her, man.”
“maybe i do. maybe i don’t. but she deserves to be a part of the day. and i know mina likes cute shit like that.”
“alright, jeez! i’ll have your little crush paint at my wedding. i’ll tip her real good too if she manages to tame your ass,” kirishima put his fork down.
Okay so we hired a wedding painter to capture our day, in part because I wanted to live like a medieval lord with an artist capturing my nuptials for posterity but now this has awoken something in me.
I’m just gonna hire an artist to capture all of my achievements. Earn my phD? Graduation Painter rocks up to get me in my robes. Have a child? Childbirth Painter can set up by my bedside. Promotion? My boss better get real cool about me including a plus one in that meeting.
The birth of Aphrodite. Attic red-figure pyxis, attributed to the Wedding Painter; 450s BCE. Now in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Photo credit: Marie-Lan Nguyen/Wikimedia Commons.
