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04162025 — PARADISE h. iwaizumi x reader

word count 924 warnings this will give you cavities and probably diabetes from how sweet it is

THE MORNING SUN’S RAYS slowly filtered through the sheer fabric of their curtains; warm golden hues touched everything they could reach, painting the room in a soft, sleepy light. The light danced across their sheets, casting soft shadows on skin still warm from sleep.

For a moment, their world was quiet—a bubble of serenity, just the sound of slow breathing and the rustle of linen as one of them stirred, reluctant to let the morning break their spell.

Outside, the city was already pulsing with life—the muffled sounds of cars engines in the distance, a stray dog barking once, twice, before disappearing into the hum of the morning. But none of it mattered here. Not yet.

The clock on the bedside table read 10:32 AM in big, bold letters—late enough to stir, early enough to stay. But here, in the cocoon of their shared stillness, time moved differently. Slower, more gently.

He shifted under the sheets, reaching out with sleep-heavy hands to find her, drawn by instinct more than thought. Skin met skin, bodies molded into each other, a quiet exhale and a small smile before any words. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, her strawberry-scented hair the only barrier between him and the warmth of her skin.

As she leaned into his touched, he couldn’t help but wonder how mornings ever felt complete before her—before the quiet, the warmth, the way she fit so perfectly against him.

He kissed the top of her shoulder, slow and lingering, murmuring a soft ‘it’s ten’ against the fabric of her shirt, an old college shirt that formerly belonged to him. His voice was low, deep, thick with sleep, and rough around the edges—her favorite part of shared mornings with him.

“We should get up.”

She didn’t stir at first, just nestled deeper into the warmth of the bed, her fingers curling against the crumpled sheets.

“Five more minutes.” She whispered.

He huffed a small laugh, the sound low in his throat.

“Pancakes.” He offered, voice a little more awake, yet still rough around the edges. “With those ridiculous chocolate chips you like. And strawberries. I’ll even make the syrup warm and put whipped cream on the side for you.”

The promise hung thick in the air, sweet and sticky like syrup itself but she didn’t move—didn’t even open her eyes. All it did was earn him the slightest twitch of her lips, barely a hint of a lazy smile.

“You say that like you’re actually gonna get up,” she whispered, her voice soft, brushed with amusement and sleep. He smirked lazily, but made no effort to shift. His arm still slung around her like it found its place and it didn’t intend to leave.

“I had full intentions. Was practically halfway out the bed in my head.”

“Well, you can woo me from the kitchen.” She yawned, grabbing at thin quilt on top of her and tugging it up past her nose. Her words were muffled, barely audible over the rustling of the sheets. Yet, she still leaned into him, body seeking the warmth he offered.

He smiled into her hair, pressing a slow kiss to the crown of her head, fingers tracing lazy circles onto the skin of her arms, almost absentminded.

“Well, how’m I supposed to woo you from all the way over there?” He whispered, voice low and fond. “Can’t exactly spoon pancakes into your mouth from the kitchen, now can I?”

She made a soft, sleepy noise that may have been a laugh—or maybe just agreement. Her cold toes brushed against his leg, but he didn’t flinch. Just tucked the quilt tighter around her and adjusted slightly, like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“You’re very clingy for someone who just promised pancakes, Haji,” she teased, turning her head to peek at him through half-lidded eyes.

He just rolled his eyes back, but the smile spreading across his face betrayed him. The sheets shifted slightly as he pulled her closer—if that was at all possible—limbs fitting together like puzzle pieces worn in by use. Her hand found his, warm and familiar, and she laced their fingers together under the covers.

“I was really going to make them,” he said again, quieter now.

“I know.”

They fell quiet again. Not because there was nothing to say, but because nothing needed saying. The kind of silence that was full, not empty—the hum of breath, the shift of fabric, the quiet intimacy of two people so used to sharing space that even their stillness fit together.

“Come back t’sleep with me.” Her smile was sleepy and small, eyes fluttering shut. And he knew they were lost again—back in the in-between space where dreams linger and the morning moves like honey.

“Okay.”

The clock blinked 10:58 AM now. The sunlight continued to filter through their curtains, pooling on their floor. Their apartment still remained quiet, and the world outside continued on with the day. It was still late enough to stir. Still early enough to stay. And Hajime Iwaizumi just laid there, arms around her, the familiar weight of her against him, her heartbeat a soft echo beneath his hand.

This was his favorite part of the day. The stillness. The warmth. The way her fingers felt around his. It was his own small slice of paradise, tucked between worn sheets, the weight of love resting quietly in his arms.

And as he fell back to sleep to the noise of her quiet breath falls, he decided the pancakes could wait.

it’s 3am i’m tired. “diya writing fluff in our year old the lord 2025?” <- @mayyhaps’ reaction while beta reading. thank u may for beta reading #iappreciateuverymany (paradise rewrite for u @sahrberrii i hope u enjoy)

𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐬, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

iwaizumi attacking you with wet kisses all over your face while you’re bathing in the sun after he comes out from the pool soaking wet.

you’re laying on a chair beside the pool, bathing in the sunny glow that graces your skin with a comforting warmth. not in the mood for a dip, you flip through the pages of your book leisurely as you enjoy the summer heat.

iwaizumi climbs up the ladder out of the pool, all done cooling off in the water. he grabs the neatly folded towel resting on the lounge chair saved for him right next to yours, quickly patting off the beads of water resting on his skin before ruffling the cloth through his short spiky hair. the view is nice. the summer view is nice too—the buzz of bees flying around and yellow dandelions scattered across the lawn—but the real view is the whole 179.3 centimeters standing tall next to you.

“why didn’t you join me in the water?” he asks, squinting as the sun hits his eyes.

“didn’t feel like getting wet,” you say, eyes still trained on the words on your page.

“i can get you wet,” he says with a cheeky grin, one that doesn’t falter even as you wack the book into his thigh.

he chuckles, leaning down and beginning to pepper wet open mouthed kisses all over your face. the water still remnant on his lips wipes all over you as he presses them on your cheeks, your forehead, your temple, your jaw, the tip of your nose, practically anywhere else he can reach, and then finally your lips.

in the midst of his banter you laugh, trying to fight him to no relent. “iwa, stop! you’re getting me all wet!”

“can’t help it. you look gorgeous in that bathing suit,” he murmurs, trying to find any sort of real estate he can to press his lips on.

you put the book down, using your hands to try and claw at his face and push it away. he’s too persistent in slobbering all over your face like a dog for your attempts to work, though. he just starts kissing your palms until they feel numb.

once he’s finally done attacking you with his kisses, he pulls away and simply stays there in front of you, leaning over the chair and grinning at you, his face not even inches away from yours.

“what?”

“nothing,” his teeth are still bared, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

“you’re grinning like an idiot for no reason. i don’t see what’s so funny.” with another scolding yet playful slap of your book to his leg, you open up the page you had dog eared and try to continue reading without his disruption.

to no surprise, it’s pointless as he continues to try and press as many of your buttons as he can. “you look really pretty under the sun.”

you glance up from the words on the page, mouth open and ready for a witty remark. you fall flat at the sight of him, though. the suds still on his face and the wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead make all of the blood in your body flood to your cheeks. every one of his perfections—because in your eyes he has no imperfections—are perfectly complimented by the sun’s rays that highlight his tan skin and the contours of his stupidly handsome face.

the thoughts rushing through your mind make you fall short, and the words you look pretty under the sun too almost slip out before you can catch them. you want to tell him that, but you’re supposed to be irritated with him for slobbering all over your face. sticking to the script, you just look away and try to focus on reading. but iwaizumi can tell you’re just lost in your thoughts when your gaze doesn’t move across the page.

you catch the way his grin fades into a more genuine smile of the sorts, one that shows he’s really happy over you becoming a blushing mess because of him and not just trying to tease you into oblivion.

from the spot in his own lounge chair that he’s taken while you’ve been processing what had just happened, you hear him speak. “join me in the pool now?”

that earns him a book thrown at the head and a loud, firm, no.

masterlist | taglist | tags: @scoupsworld @amaliaaliena @mires765 a/n: realistically i’d be in the pool playing mermaids but that’s besides the point.

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𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 - 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ↣ bakugo becomes sleepy and asks you to shave his face for him.

𝐰/𝐜 ↣ 0.5k

𝐚/𝐧  ↣ this is a repost from my old account! i'm moving blogs lol

“hey, come to the bathroom real quick” you read from your phone after receiving a text from bakugou. you sighed and got out of bakugou’s cozy bed, heading for the bathroom to see what he wanted. 

“what do you want katsuki? you were supposed to come back to your room like 10 minutes ago so we could watch a movie.” you huffed as you walked into the bathroom and were greeted by bakugou who was only wearing a towel around his waist. 

“stop being such a brat, it didn’t even take that long. anyways, i called you in here because i need your help.” he declared.

“YOU need MY help? the world is ending.” you joked while giggling to yourself.

“oh just shut up” bakugou grumbled while holding back a smile. without any warning, he wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you up onto the bathroom counter.

“are you trying to fuc—”

“don’t.” bakugou quickly said before you even got to finish your sentence. “shave my face.” he continued while handing you a razor and shaving cream. 

“and you couldn’t do this yourself because…?” you laughed while grabbing the supplies from him.

“i like it when you do it. plus, i’m tired” he stated simply.

“fine you manchild. first, let’s swap positions” you said while stepping down from the counter.

“why? you won’t be able to reach me from there” he questioned confusedly while complying nonetheless.

“so i can do this” you said before getting back up to sit on his lap while wrapping your legs around him.

“so damn clingy” bakugou said in fake annoyance while trying to hide the blush creeping upon his face.

“you know you love it”  you said before you both landed into a comfortable silence while you shaved his stubble. looking up at him, you saw him already staring at you. 

“why are you staring at me you creep?” you joked while breaking the silence.

“because you’re so beautiful” bakugou freely complimented you without holding back or throwing in an insult.

“that’s how i know you’re tired” you laughed.

 “am i not allowed to compliment my girlfriend? i should’ve just called you ugly” he said while yawning and nuzzling his head into your chest as he wrapped his arms around your body. 

“katsu get off, you’re getting shaving cream on me! i have one more spot left.” you said while trying to free yourself from his grip.

“no. i’m tired. we’re going to bed now.” he mumbled before lifting himself up with you still on him and carrying you both to his bed.

reaching his room, he plopped you down on his bed and you looked at him with a scowl on your face.

“why are you looking at me like that?” he questioned, not laying down until you answered him.

“you got shaving cream all over my shirt.”

“stop whining, you know you can wear one of mine.” he sighed while handing you an oversized shirt from his closet. 

“yay!” you cheered while swapping your shirts.

“let’s go to sleep now” he sighed in relief as he entered the warmth of his bed and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist with you facing him.

“katsuki?” you said softly while stroking his face gently.

“hmm?” we hummed while nuzzling his face further into your hands.

“you know you’re going to have one patch of hair left on your face and you’re gonna look like an idiot, right?”

“go to hell”

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

thinking about how bakugo absolutely admires the way you to steal his lingo & personality. you’re a mini version of him. you don’t do it purposely, but after dating & hanging out for so long it begins to grows on you.

bakugo who would proudly watch you cuss out some random guy for criticizing his attitude and how violent he is as a pro hero. he doesn’t need you to stick up for him but watching you do it makes his heart flutter. he watches you stomp your way back to him with a pout, he swears to himself that he saw steam come out of your ears.

he wraps his muscular arms around your waist and tilts his head down to your ear,

“that’s my girl.”

katsuki used to teeth alot when he was a baby, considering why he had to get braces when entering highschool and on top of that, why his canines were so sharp.

it somewhat enters into adulthood, seeing how whenever he got bored, he takes your knuckles and gnaws on them, the spit coating your skin.

“are you done, katsuki?” you giggle, him glaring at you and taking it out of his mouth.

“do you see me being done?”

𐔌 ✧.* ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || A compilation of her favorite nicknames that he rarely uses! 

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, short oneshot, dating au, soft bkg, words of affirmation, praise galore, 375 word count

It's the terms of endearment that make her feel like a flustered school girl on a random tuesday.

An accidental slip of his tongue when he spontaneously mumbles rare forms of praises — it doesn't happen often — but when it does... oh she goes crazy all right.

Like whenever their training and she finally manages to land a solid hit on him?

He grins, completely unbothered that you made his nose bleed.

"There she is... 'atta fucking girl."

Or whenever you solve a math problem correctly?

His crimson eyes scan the worksheet — zeroing in on the unnecessary long equation — giving it a quick once over before handing it back with an invisible smile.

Rubbing your head gently as his fingers caress every spot.

"Finally did it on yur' own hah? Good job baby."

And what about when you show him the little doodles you did in your notebook?

His focus seems to be all over the paper, admiring every little pencil marking and detail he could find.

"Didn't know ya' could draw, looks just like the real thing hun."

Oh! How could she forget his looks of admiration whenever she gave him an outfit of the day?

Giving him a small twirl to show off her new dress — one that he got from his dad's fashion line — only to get five more of the same style a few days later, but in different colors.

It happened so often, she had no choice but to confront him for overfilling her closet, yet his response always stayed the same.

"Hah? Not my fault everything looks great on you, princess."

But her favorite moments?

It's the ones where he speaks of her, when he thinks she's not there.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop — she truly didn't — but when one of their classmates brings up her name, asking him — in a joking manner — why he's always so calm with her, she silently listens behind the wall.

His voice remains unsteady and surprisingly tender.

"Because she's my girlfriend."

Nothing else had to be said.

Those three words could be considered nothing special for anybody else, but to her it held meaning, spoken as if her being his meant just that.

That her being his girlfriend was enough reason to be gentle.

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ᴀ/ɴ ||| omg srry for the late post, I totally forgot but here is a short drabble! I just finished the first draft of the bkg fic for his birthday and it’s over 2k words so be prepared for major fluff! (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ||| katsuki bakugo x f!reader (fluff) ᴛᴀɢꜱ ||| @leleyro @zaiban2989 @qyuin @sunnyalmighty — ໒꒰ྀི ´๑  ̫๑`  ꒱ྀིა

k.

"say you want love, and i know what that means"

jus some katsuki headcanons (college, uni kats)

★katsuki is not very fond of PDA, but that does not mean that it will hold back in public. If in public he thinks he needs your affection (or simply wants to be close to you) he will approach you and hug you from behind, with his hands around you so that you don't think of moving away. he would also put his hands on your waist or hips to keep you close, just like a hand on your thigh or his arm around your shoulders when you are sitting next to each other. ♥ 

★︎ katsuki loves physical contact, i have no doubt. it is difficult for him to express himself with words, and although he makes an effort to bring you details (such as flowers, letters or gifts) he feels that it is easier to show you his love by keeping you close (when clearly katsuki is a person who pushes others away, unconsciously or consciously), hugging you, holding your waist or with his hand on your thigh. when you let yourself be hugged and pampered by him, or when you hug him from behind, he feels very loved and appreciated, because he thinks that his attitude can scare you, and by doing this you show that you like to stay close to him. ♥ 

★ ︎ i repeat, katsuki is fascinated by physical contact, whenever u are together (that is, all day, every day) u must, no, cross that out, -u have- to be touching each other. once, u two were coming back from the college, it was very sunny and it was too hot to be with his arm on your shoulder or him hugging you, but it doesn't matter, hes always touching you. He grabbed a strand of your hair, he's curling it on his fingers, while you're talking, he's got a finger wrapped in the strap of your backpack just so you doesn't get so far away. ♥ 

★︎ katsuki usually scolds you because according to him you drink very little water, so (as a strategy to get you to drink more) he makes you eat his extremely spicy potatoes. he smiles when he sees you drinking three glasses of water in a row in less than 30 minutes. ♥︎ 

★︎He LOVES spending time with you, is the form he mostly shows his love for you, he will look for any piece of time he could spend with you, whether it is take a nap together after class in his dorm, exercises with you, study with you, listen to music with you, whatever it is he jus wanna be with you. ♥︎

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ BIRTHDAY BOY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Bakugou used to love birthdays.

He’d be the center of attention. With every year being bigger than the last (because, honestly, did you expect his well-off parents to hold back on their only son?). Cameras clicked, kids shouted his name, and adults smiled in awe. He never cared if they liked him or feared him—he was admired.

And for a time, that was enough.

But somewhere along the line, the spark in those birthday candles started to feel dull.

His parents still celebrated, of course, usually with a home-cooked meal, a cake from his favorite bakery, and a gift he pretended not to like but secretly adored. His grandparents would always show up with noisy hugs and poorly wrapped presents, and his mother still made him wear a stupid little birthday crown at the table.

It was embarrassing, but it was also safe.

Familiar.

Then came UA.

By high school, the world cracked open in ways he hadn’t expected.

Everyone was strong.

Everyone had dreams.

He wasn’t the only one aiming for the top, and it was maddening—but also, for the first time, grounding. And he got friends—real ones. Not sycophants or kids scared of his quirk to say anything—so they just stay behind him, but people who challenged him through his shouting, his pride, and his anger.

Shitty Hair was the first to barge into his dorm room on his birthday with a lopsided grin and a poorly wrapped gift. “It’s a protein bar sampler! Thought you’d wanna see which one you could crush with one hand!”

After that, it became a tradition. Racoon Eyes brought handmade cards with glittery explosions. Soy Face made crown cut-outs from construction paper that Bakugou refused to wear but never threw away. Dunce Face bought the same grocery store cake every year with a new dumb nickname written in icing (he gets more creative each year—it’s starting to piss Bakugou off).

It was stupid. It was chaotic. It was good.

It became his day again.

And now—now he was 23.

The world around him had changed again.

He was a pro now. He had his own agency, his own patrols, and his own damn business cards that got passed around in hero circles and used to shut down villains on sight. Dynamight—no, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, they called him, like he was some unstoppable force (and an unstoppable force for a long-ass hero name). Which he was, most of the time.

But today?

Today, he just wanted to come home.

The celebration at the agency had been loud, grand, and grating. His staff meant well. Hell, even his sidekick (wow, surprising, he only had one because he was the only kid with the balls to directly say to Bakugou that he’ll surpass him during a personal interview) had pooled money to get him a custom gauntlet case with engraved initials.

There were banners (too flashy), snacks (pretty good), an off-key song, and a gaudy cake that someone ordered with indoor-safe sparklers instead of candles. He’d smiled (barely), given a thank-you speech that was short and gruff but genuine, and then dipped out the first moment he could without looking like a total ass. Bakugou knew exactly where he wanted to be.

Home.

You were waiting for him there.

Because you are his home.

He inhaled and instantly recognized the scent of soy, garlic, and ginger—it hit like a nostalgic punch straight to his gut. Home cooking. His home. You.

You peeked your head out from the kitchen and grinned. “Took you long enough, birthday boy.”

He let out a long breath, shoulders dropping, mouth tugging into a real smile as he kicked off his boots and unzipped his jacket, haphazardly draping it on the coat rack. “You been cooking this whole time?” he asked, padding toward the kitchen, hands already aching to hug you.

“I had to start late since someone had a fancy party,” you teased, arching a brow.

He caught your waist and pulled you in, burying his face into your shoulder. You were warm. Always warm. Always his to come home to. “Smelled it from the driveway. Thought I was gonna cry.”

You laughed, carding your fingers through his hair. It’s soft. It’s real. It’s what Bakugou, for the longest time of his life, thought he didn’t deserve.

“Well don’t cry. You’ll ruin your grumpy old man image.”

“You keep sayin’ old like I’m ancient,” he grumbled, voice muffled against you.

“You are! Twenty-three? That’s basically the beginning of the end.”

Bakugou snorted, lifting his head just enough to kiss your cheek. “Then I guess you better start takin’ care of me, huh?” he murmured, giving you another kiss on the cheek—and he’s tempted to bite into those round cheeks of yours, but he holds back; maybe later, he thinks. “Gonna live up to your promise?”

“I already do,” you said, smug.

Dinner was spread out in neat portions on your little dining table—fried karaage, miso soup, tamagoyaki, mapo tofu (yes, you finally lived up to surpassing Fuyumi’s recipe), Japanese curry, and a bowl of white rice shaped into a neat little mountain with a pickled plum on top. Comfort food. His favorites.

You even laid out a folded napkin at his seat and put a can of his favorite cold tea beside it.

But it was the bento cake in the center that made him pause. It was small—round and modest, clearly homemade. The white frosting was a little uneven, and there were three stubby candles jammed into the top in a crooked triangle. The frosting on top attempted an explosion shape but looked more like a flower in bloom. He loved it.

“You made that?” he asked, lowering into the seat and staring at it like it was some rare artifact.

“Baked and frosted. Don’t look too close, or you’ll see my fingerprints in it,” you said, sitting across from him. “And before you ask—no, I didn’t buy it from some store. I wanted to make it for you. Even if it’s ugly.”

“It’s not ugly.”

“Liars go to hell.”

He huffs. “Well, I think it’s fuckin’ adorable.”

You two ate slowly. Bakugou didn’t scarf it down like he did in the breakroom or during hero meetings. He savored each bite as you two shared a warm conversation over dinner. You told him how a kid at daycare tried to make you a birthday card to give to him but ended up scribbling dinosaurs fighting a volcano instead. You showed him a crayon drawing folded in your bag. It said, “Happpy Brithdai KATSOOKY.”

He laughed so hard he snorted.

After dinner, you two sat at the table for a while, talking about nothing, hands brushing occasionally, until you leaned forward and lit the candles. When you’re close like this, Bakugou could clearly remember every feature on your face—it’s something he wants to commit to memory every night.

“Make a wish.”

“Hm,” he hummed in thought.

“Make a wish quickly before the fire alarm sets off, dummy,” you smiled, joking.

He looked at you through the candlelight—lips slightly parted, eyes soft and loving. Yeah, he wants your face engraved in the deepest corners of his brain.

Bakugou made a wish. Then blew them out.

“What’d you wish for?” you asked.

He got up, walked around the table, and pulled you to your feet. “You.”

“You already have me,” you tilted your head to the side.

“Then I wished for more of you,” he replied, pressing your foreheads together.

“You’re sappy when you’re full,” you murmured, brushing your thumb across his jaw.

“I’m sappy when you bake me cake and feed me curry.”

You fed each other bites of the bento cake, poking fun at how sweet it was, until he dabbed a bit of icing on your nose. You retaliated by smearing it across his cheek. It turned into a mini war. Hands, faces, even his shirt took frosting damage. He scooped some off his collar and flicked it at you.

“I surrender! Oh my god, we’re a mess.”

“We can always take a shower later,” he says.

...

“Is that a suggestion or a promise?”

“You’re fuckin’ shameless,” he taunted, though showering together after isn’t that far off from what he was thinking.

“Uh huh. And who’s now old?”

“Still not me,” he said, wiping his face clean with a napkin. “And even if I was—if I hit fifty and go bald and need reading glasses and fall asleep at 9PM—if you’re still here with me, I’ll be fine.”

You paused.

“Yeah?”

He nodded.

“Even if I go gray first?” you asked.

“I’ll dye it with you.”

“What if I need a cane?”

“I’ll get one with spikes, and we’ll match.”

You laughed so hard you almost fell onto him. And when you looked up again, your eyes were glassy with affection.

“Happy birthday, Katsuki.”

He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your skin with care he rarely showed anyone else.

“Best one yet.”

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smile for the camera! — ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader

katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!

you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.

he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.

the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internet—there were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.

it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossible—but the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.

"great explosion murder god dynamight—or, well, just dynamight sir—what would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"

katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly

"the glory. the strength. and kicking ass—make that the first thing, actually."

"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predicted—stuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.

"—and i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest

he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.

the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him

"what about your wife!"

"....eh?"

"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself

"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"

katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feet—once pointed towards the exit—shift ever so slightly towards the woman

"well...what do you want to know?"

and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.

"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at me—she was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' ya—you don't wanna get into an argument with her."

the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.

he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the room—he had a meeting to attend and then his patrol—but he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.

katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.

it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartment—groaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleep—when he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him

"you're home!"

he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug

"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grin—looking a little too happy.

"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"

you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin

"your ma called me. guess what she told me?"

katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest

"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swear—"

"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."

katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.

"what..."

he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face

"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, too—gosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"

katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe

"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge him—too busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face

"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on insta—"

he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip

"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."

"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."

"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."

loverboy — ✦ ✦ ✦

warn — deaf!bakugou, soft bakugou

note — i just saw smb say they hate this hc and so i must revolt. ps. happe birthday

katsuki hates making a big deal out of his birthday, he loves going all out for you but him? how about hell no.

you of course are completely opposed to the downplay of his special day but katsuki even with his hearing loss isnt an easy man to get by. you have a plan however, you wouldnt be his girlfriend if you couldnt outsmart him from time to time.

all you needed was a couple of friends, your lips and the man himself.

operation: butter up bakugo was in motion

you flicked the lights casually as you entered his dorm room, signing a hello as you crawled into his lap. he grumbled as you got comfortable but didn't push you away, instead spreading his legs a little wider so you were seated properly sideways.

this would be to easy.

he looked at your suspiciously for a moment but all that was erased when you began peppering kisses on his face, his eyes fluttered when you pressed some to his eye lids. hid favorite spot. you grined as he signed against your legs, "what are you doing?"

you danced around his lips, smushing his face and licking at the corners, "i love you."

he said nothing, letting his hands rest on your waist and thighs as you babied him. katsuki would never admit it, but he loved when you were like this. he couldn't directly ask for attention but somehow you always knew when he needed it. his eyes were dazed when you finally kissed him, his heart racing at 100 miles per hour. you fit perfectly in his arms, you were perfect for him and not a single soul on this planet could tell him otherwise.

you sighed as you released him and much to his disappointment moved to get up from his lap. "where you going?" he signed as you stood holding a steady grip on your waist, "nowhere." you signed back, flipping your legs on top of his so now you were facing him. his face was red with a visible blush, you kissed his cheeks then his eyelids again, hovering just above his lips (whuch he is staring at directly) before you whispered, "happy birthday" and pressed your fsce agaisnt his.

he melted like putty, gripping your waist band with sweaty palms, he didn't notice you had wished him a happy birthday untill aftee he was celebrating later that day, it had been a set up. one he fell for, and would fall for over and over again if you would just keep kissing him.

"cheater." he signed as he accepted a letter from you.

"lover." you signed back.

DREADED GIFT- Katsuki Bakugou

𖤐 word count: 3.3k

𖤐 synopsis: you felt the need to celebrate your boyfriend, baking a cake for him.

𖤐 warnings: explicit language, fluff, kissing, established relationship, sfw

Normally, you’d be excited to present the gift you’ve arranged for the person. But today was a completely different story. 

Today was April 20.

Katsuki Bakugou’s birthday.

Your boyfriends’s birthday.

The same guy who blew up last year's surprise party, claiming he didn’t do cheesy parties.  A week prior, he had made it clear he wouldn't want his 17th birthday to be celebrated. Nevertheless, you prepared a medium-sized box in black wrapping paper with orange explosions and an orange bow. 

You had been up since around three in the morning, following a recipe for a chocolate-flavoured cake to calculate the right amount of spice powder you needed for a mixed flavour. 

You looked through the cabinets and drawers, looking for a tablespoon that could be used to measure. As you turned around to continue the recipe, you bumped into the batter, causing a little to spill. 

You then grabbed a towel and started to clean the mess, forgetting about the spinning bowl of batter as it fell on your head. Great. You had full-on batter on your hair now. You started the recipe again, having no time to clean the mess on your head. 

About 10 minutes later, you placed the batter in the baking pan, reaching over to the oven, turning it on to 350. Glancing at your phone, it was already 5:29 a.m., so you had a little over an hour and a half to have the cake prepared. 

30 minutes later, you took the cake out of the oven, examining it carefully, trying to find anything wrong with it that you could fix immediately. Placing the pan gently on the counter, you ran over to the fridge and grabbed out the frosting, quickly mixing up the right colors and starting to decorate the cake.

Once satisfied with how you had decorated it, you placed the remaining tubes of frosting back into the fridge, turning back and admiring your work for a moment, suddenly interrupted by your best friend Jirou walking into the kitchen, still rubbing her eyes from sleep. The remaining sleep from her body immediately left when she noticed the mess you had on your head and around the kitchen.

“What are you doing up this early? Better yet, why does the kitchen look like a tornado passed by it?” She asked, walking around the kitchen before turning to you, “It’s Katsuki’s birthday today, and I wanted to make something for him, so here I am. I might as well disappear if he doesn’t even end up liking anything.” you glanced at Jirou, noticing her gaze of the cake.

She took the cake and carefully placed it in the fridge, shutting it closed. “It needs to cool down for a bit too,” she noticed your bummed out face before continuing, “I’m sure he’ll like it, Its Bakugou we’re talking about. You can make a disgusting meal, and he would still eat it if he knew it was you who made it.” 

You simply nodded at her words, hoping it would go like that when the time came to go to his dorm and wish him a happy birthday. “Well, tell me, does this gift look decent enough?” You raised the box so Jirou could examine it. Watching her every expression, before she turned to you. “And what’s in the box?” Her question made you smile.

“It’s a present, why would I tell you what’s in it? Besides, I’d rather give it to him first instead of telling you.” She smiled at you, “Fair enough, well, I’m going to eat breakfast. Do you need help cleaning up your mess? You nodded, grabbing the broom and mop to clean the floor while she cleaned the counter and stored the flour and sugar that you had forgotten to put away.

When you both finished, the kitchen looked cleaner. You let out a sigh as you thanked her, checking the time again, you walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out the cake. “I’m going to start heading up there.” You said, earning a simple nod in response.

Without another word being exchanged, you grabbed hold of the cake in one hand and the gift in your other. As you walked up the stairs, you felt the stickiness of the batter that had fallen on you earlier still on your head. It was too late now to fix it. You clicked on the button and waited for the elevator and waited for the doors to open.

You stepped inside and pressed on ‘floor 4’, where his dorm was. When the doors opened again, you stepped out and started making your way towards his dorm, the nerves beginning to get to you. What if he hated the cake you made, or if he dismissed your effort and called it stupid? 

There were so many things that could go wrong in this moment, but you were willing to take the risk if it meant it would make is day a little better. As you stepped towards his room and stood in front of it, your hand reached for the handle, but immediately stopped when you heard familiar voices already inside.

The friend group had already beaten you to it. The mixed yells with quiet remarks could be heard. You didn’t want to just burst in with the way you were looking, especially with the things you had planned to tell him privately. You’d simply have to do it later at a better time. 

From inside his room, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Kamanari, and Izuku could be heard. It was obvious that they planned to celebrate his birthday with a party.

“We have a whole day planned out already!” 

“Sato even agreed to make the cake for later! C’mon, man!” 

“If you idiots think I'm going to join your ridiculous party, think again.” You immediately recognized who it was just from the tone in their voice. You let out a sigh as you glanced at the door, then at the cake and gift in your hands.

He’d be fine.

Without a second thought, you turned around and made your way to your dorm, unlocking the door and disappearing into your room. A few hours passed, and it was a little past 9 a.m. The birthday cake sat on your desk, beside it the wrapped box, having been forgotten and erased from your mind in that moment.

He was asking where you were. Your heart skipped a beat at the notification, almost immediately stopping what you were doing and thought for a moment before typing a quick response back, shutting off your phone after sending the message.

Just as you placed your phone down on your bedside table, you heard a notification immediately after. Reaching out, you unlocked it and simply stared at the message.

Sighly softly, you stood up from your bed, glancing at the cake and gift from your attempt earlier. You grabbed the cake and box once again in each hand, your phone tucked in your waistband as you opened the door and walked out, closing it slowly behind you. 

As you made your way to his dorm, you mentally prepared for you to be greeted with his annoyed expression, you could already make out what he’d say the second he noticed what you had in your hands. He probably won’t even bother to acknowledge it. 

Standing in front of his dorm, you stared for a moment before you softly knocked on the wooden door, bracing yourself for the conversation that would come next. Hearing the soft click of someone opening the door, you glanced up to meet his crimson eyes.

“Why didn’t you come by thi–”

“Happy Birthday Kats,”  you muttered, cutting off his rambling before continuing, "I know you don't like your birthday getting celebrated and all that stuff, but I wanted to do something nice for you, but you don’t necessarily have to like it.”

As you waited for his response, you noticed the way his eyes glanced at your extended hands holding the cake, and you lit up the candles that had the number ‘17’ stamped on, along with the following words: ‘Happy Birthday Katsuki!’. Hearing a ‘tch’ escape his lips made you nervous, knowing it was a habit he’d do when annoyed. Hoping that wasn’t the case.

“You did all this for me? You know I don’t–” he sighed, pinching his nose, about to say something, but something changed in him when he noticed your happy expression, your lips curled into a soft smile. He’d hate himself if he ever said anything that didn’t satisfy your mood.

He looked away and thought for a moment before turning back to you. “I– What I’m trying to say is… I don’t mind it. All this bullshit crap you made for my birthday, I don’t mind it, as long as it comes from you. Alright? So don’t get any silly ideas in the pretty head of yours that I’m gonna yell your ear off for no reason. At least not today.”

You noticed the boy's face immediately heated up slightly after the small confession, trying to brush it off by looking away. You continued to smile as you softly spoke, “Do you want me to sing Happy Birthday?” you asked, holding out the cake, interrupted by a snort. “I don’t need your singing to damage my ears.”

The boy simply smirked as your smile fell into a pout, looking at him annoyingly, “Just make your wish and blow out the candles.” Without another word, he thought for a moment before blowing them out, the soft smell of smoke filling your nose. You simply pushed past him and placed the cake on his desk.

You walked back out and grabbed the box, extending it out to him. Noticing he was about to protest, you stopped him. “Just take it, there's no point in arguing with me.” Your fingers slightly brushed with each other as he took the box out of your hands, looking at the wrapping for a moment before he started opening it.

His eyes widened when he realized what it was. A photo album decorated on the outside with stickers and colored wording is visible. When opening it, he noticed the many photos of both of you, mostly just of the dates and small hangouts you both have done when you were still friends and dating.

“Do you like it? There’s still a lot of empty pages to put future memories.” You asked, glancing up at him, noticing his eyes focused on the album in front of him. He simply nodded, “I like it, there’s thought that was put into it, and I know you worked hard on it. You didn’t need to do any of this y’know.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, knowing these were some of the only times he’d be sincere. “It’s my favourite boy's birthday, of course I was going to do something for it, silly. Try the cake, I want to know if it tastes good or if I'm poisoning you.”

He let out a huff, rolling his eyes as he glanced at the cake sitting on his desk. “You sure it’s not all just sugar? You’re going to give me a sugar rush with all this.” His fingers dug into the sugary pastry as he grabbed a piece and popped it in his mouth. You analyzed his expression like a mad scientist, hoping you wouldn’t poison the poor boy with your newly learned baking skills.

“Kats, say something, does it taste bad? Does it hurt to chew? You can spit it out if it doe–” 

“Nah, this is the best cake I’ve ever tasted. You can taste the spiciness, but also not too much that you can't taste the chocolate. You nailed the recipe, this shit probably better than what they sell at stores.” You listened to every word he said, feeling somewhat accomplished that Katsuki liked your cake, hell, maybe even loved. “Well, I’m glad you liked it, I’ve been up since three in the morning trying to make it–” He cut you off as he glanced at your scalp, “Is that why there's batter on your head? Don’t tell me your stupidass dumped it on yourself.”

You let out a laugh, smiling at him, “It was an accident, but it’s fine, I'll shower later and it’ll come off.” Glancing at him, you sighed, “We should start heading downstairs–” He looked at you, confused. “The fuck are we going downstairs for?” You pointed towards the door as you spoke.

“Well, y’know the party they’re throwing for your birthday, aren’t you going to go?” The ash blonde immediately shook his head, letting out a sigh, and he placed the photo album on his desk. “Nah, rather spend it with you, cuddling or whatever.” You looked at him annoyingly, “Katsuki, they took time out of their day to organize that– hey!”

You were rudely interrupted by him picking you up and throwing you on the bed with him, pulling you closer by the waist as the boy shoved his face into your neck, taking in your comforting scent with a soft sigh.

“It’s not my damn problem, there faults for even thinking I’d enjoy a stupid party.” You gave up trying to convince him to go, snuggling closer to him as he intertwined his legs with yours, having you completely hooked onto the bed with him.

“Hey, look at me.” You glanced at him, wondering what it was he wanted, but it was immediately answered when he took your face and pressed his chapped lips against yours, kissing you. As expected, you melted into the kiss and pulled away a while after, the feeling of his lips kissing your entire face as he spoke. “Mh, love you, idiot.”

One thing is for sure, he wouldn't be letting you go from his grasp any time soon.

happy birthday, katsuki bakugo.

a/n ll birthday boy bakugo x g/n reader. fluff and not proofread!

“dear katsuki,” the ink of your pen pooled and smudged. whatever. this was the millionth try of the day anyway. you busied yourself, trying to write a happy birthday letter to the katsuki bakugo. pro hero dynamite. no. 15 hero. oh, did i mention he’s your lover?

lover boy! katsuki bakugo who is absolutely whipped for you, and you can’t tell me otherwise. it wasn’t about the grand gestures, but the small acts of love. cliche and overused? yes, but it’s true! he can’t help but poke and prod at you. it’s all light-hearted fun. but when he definitely knows when he’s going too far. you two are inseparable, quite literally soulmates. and of course, today is his birthday. the media flooded his time, but he knew he had to devote it to the one he loves the most. you, his reason to keep going.

lover boy! katsuki bakugo thinking of his last year in ua when you mustered the courage to confess to him. on his birthday of all days! “what?” he’d say.

“i like you, i really do! and uhm, happy birthday!” you blushed furiously, giving him a handmade charm bracelet with a poorly sculpted, disfigured version of him in his hero costume. you also created a poorly made sculpture of yourself to match. katsuki thought about how you looked so beautiful and cute, even as a clay figure. he would be lying through his teeth if he didn’t admit your beet-red face made his heart skip a beat. actually, that would be an understatement. even now, years later, with your long-term relationship, he’s been so accustomed to it. but he knows he has to be more than the “all bark no bite” person people make of him. of course, he’s aware he doesn’t have to prove anything to you, knowing you love him dearly. but. he wants to be the best person he can be. how foolish. you were supposed to be the one giving him a gift, but here he was, trying to something for you on his birthday. damnit, the things he would do for you.

lover boy! katsuki bakugo putting on his hero gear every morning, tucking strands of your hair behind your ear as he kisses you lovingly. to you, it was something he did every morning. to katsuki, it meant life and death. he would walk out the door, out of your loving touch that made him jolt. with no chance of returning home. no chance of life. no chance of seeing his mom and dad again. no chance of seeing you. so everytime he would see your sparkling eyes and pouting lips, he knew he couldn’t resist you, not even for a moment. god, how pathetic. you didn’t know, but he often cried thinking of your relationship. his thoughts would consume him. if he were to die, he would leave you all alone. and he knew it was selfish, but the thought of you being happy with someone else didn’t make him happy. it should’ve, knowing you would die peacefully. but the thought of you with someone else made his heart bitter. not the possessive-jealous type of bitter, but the bitterness that would eat at him daily. and of course, it’s not like he doesn’t voice his opinions. he completely trusts you. he just knows the risks of being a hero and what that meant for your relationship. 

lover boy! katsuki bakugo reluctantly at a “special” event held just for him. he reluctantly forced himself to go, knowing it was best for his career. but no matter the circumstances, he thought of you. his loving partner, his soulmate. he had to make sure you knew how much he loved you. of all times, he thought of you in great detail. the way the setting sun would hit the gentle silhouette of your face, illuminating it perfectly during your time spent together in the living room. your home. the home you two shared. the house you two bought together, knowing you would raise your family in it (if you want to have children, of course.) 

lover boy! katsuki bakugo returning home to find crumpled paper invading the wooden floor. he would’ve fallen flat if you didn’t catch him in time, his weight leaning into you as he stabilized himself, gripping your shoulders. he embraced you carefully. “woah birthday boy, you seem a lil desperate for attention. is everything alright?” you say. “no. jus’ missin’ you. that’s all.” he dug himself into the crook of your neck, his spiky blonde hair felt relaxed under your touch. “so, wassup with all of this?” katsuki asked, his embrace only tightening as he gestured to the paper. “oh, well, i tried writing you a heartfelt letter,” at this the blonde scoffed. “a damn letter? y’know i alreay know how much you love me.” at this you giggled and playfully hit him. “i just wanted to make sure you knew!” katsuki frowned. “then i have something to show you,”  your confused gaze followed his, tracing where he was looking. he reached for something in his pocket. a ring. “don’t need a present. i already have mine,” katsuki bakugo said, slipping a beautifully crafted ring onto your finger, kissing it delicately. “stay with me will you? and we’ll have much more to celebrate than this.” 

the three reasons yuji itadori stayed, and the one reason he couldn’t.

needless to say, yuji itadori was every girl’s type. handsome, funny, kind— yuji was the type of boy you wouldn’t hesitate to bring home. mothers loved him, children adored him, and you? well... you loved him. at least that’s what he tells himself every night before he goes to bed.

you and yuji had known each other since you were children. he had grown accustomed to your habits and your fussy attitude. both your families have always known you two were made for each other. from the second you’d met, you clicked immediately. yuji’s first reason. because his mind simply didn’t believe that you two weren’t fated for each other. you went to the same school, rode the same bus, lived in the same neighborhood, were classmates for years, and you were even in the same friend group, not to mention how everyone expected you to be the perfect, untouchable couple. the two of you were meant to know each other. the universe was practically shoving you together. it simply didn’t make sense for whatever higher being or supernatural force it was, to set all that up, only for the two of you to not end up together.

and so came yuji’s second reason. you were all he’d ever known. honestly, he thought you were all he’d ever need to know. the more time you spend with someone, the harder it is to imagine your life without them, and so naturally, yuji thought you were his. for a lifetime. for this lifetime. in retrospect, he sees how stupid it is. but he was fifteen and dumb, and so were you. so he doesn’t blame you for it— more like he can’t. because yuji itadori, the gentleman that he is, could never hate you.

which is exactly what yuji’s third reason is. he simply doesn’t have an ounce of hatred in his perfectly chiseled bones, and certainly not for you. no matter how hard his friends convinced him that you were bad for him, that you were toxic, that you were this and that, yuji’s mind simply did not function like that. he believed that if you truly loved a person, that love would stay within you always. maybe it’d get smaller, or perhaps get buried with all the love you have for other things, but love wasn’t something you could get rid of. his understanding of love was that similar of a scar; imperfect, yes, yet resilient. timeless, if you will, because to love is to endure and feel and wait. and wait, he did. for 6 years, yuji waited. he practically gave you his youth.

and so on your 18th birthday, he finally musters up the courage. he’d ask you out. the stars shone brightly as they decorated the evening sky, the breeze dancing around the two of you as you both sat up on the rooftop of your house. 12:32 AM. yuji sighs.

“i like you.”

“...i know.”

“do you...”

“i can’t give you what you want, ‘ji.” your voice cuts through like a knife, and despite the message, yuji hopes. he clings onto the use of his nickname like his life depends on it. slowly, subconsciously, he looks at your face for traces of familiarity. not love, neither adoration, just... plain familiarity.

he comes short.

“i get that.” yuji looks down, fidgeting with his fingers. he lied. he doesn’t get it, but yuji’s nothing if not a gentleman. he’d rather lie than put you in an awkward position. “i just figured...” he trails, ending up in a scoff. “figured i’d at least try, you know?”

and finally, you look at him. tears well up in his waterline as his gaze avoids yours. if you look closely enough, you can see his heart breaking and God, you never meant for it to come to this. you let out a shaky breath as you wrap your arms around him, unable to speak.

yuji shrugs your arms off, giving you a slight chuckle. “i’m good, i’m good. sorry, i just...”

“no, come on, ‘ji. don’t be difficult. let me console you,” and there it is again— that stupid, stupid, stupid term of endearment. you wrap your arms around him once more, bringing your bodies closer together, only this time, yuji can’t find it in himself to reject you. he lets you hug him as he sniffs, clearing his throat. he tries his hardest to pull himself together.

“i’m really sorry—”

“shh, shh. don’t worry about that right now.” you lay your head against his back as he slouches, pressing your cheek against the warm, navy blue hoodie of his that he wears like a uniform. “but you do know why i’m doing this, yeah?”

he nods, eyes finally meeting yours for the first time tonight as he looks back at you. “you’re not ready.”

you bite your lip, gaze lowering almost in shame. “everything i touch turns to ashes,” you say, “i can’t lose you like i have everything else.”

yuji knew all too well about your constant attempts at self sabotage. truthfully, it was one of the things you loved most about him. despite everything, he stayed. despite everything, he chose to understand and love you.

because love is a choice, and yuji itadori wakes up everyday to choose you.

“you could never lose me,” he says.

“this way, i won’t have to.” you blink up at him, lips wobbling as you start to tear up.

“for what it’s worth, ‘ji, if i could choose anyone, it’d be you.”

airhead jock bf! yuji with you, who has to have things all planned out or you will explode. she will literally plan so meticulously but no matter what, yuji always seems to be the one with his life planned out better than yours. he's got so many away games, he got accepted into a university by his second year in high school, he knows what he's gonna do with his life. you're proud of him but it can be genuinely frustrating sometimes. but whenever you get frustrated, the one who makes you relax is yuji himself - since he's jusat cruising through high school after his acceptance, he has more time to cater to you when he's at school. stressed for a test? he already booked a study room and ordered food. not getting enough sleep? he has a car, and blankets especially for you. overbooked yourself? yuji's got you covered wherever. it is his ultimate goal to get you to relax. life always has a way of working out in the end.

boxer boyfriend yuji who asks you for good luck kisses before a match. he’s not going into one without them, he even almost cancelled one of his matches because you were late. (his manager scolded him for that)

boxer boyfriend yuji who looooves being pampered by you. all time champion, yuji itadori, sitting slouched on the seat as you caress his tears away. if only his opponents could see what made him weak, maybe they’d get a chance to win for once

boxer boyfriend yuji whose motivation to finish the match is knowing you’re watching him at that moment. he’s always has that “go big or go home” mindset. despite him not minding to go home to you, he’d rather bring home the trophy then go straight to you.

boxer boyfriend yuji who, once he wins his match, runs over to you and kisses you. all that sweat is disgusting, but that joyous look on his face makes you ignore it all.

“baby! i won! did you see me? this is all because of you, i love you so much”

boxer boyfriend yuji who makes sure he doesn’t accidentally lash out on you. the last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him. no matter how many times you reassure him that you’d never be afraid of him, he still wants to give you the best.

boxer boyfriend yuji who leans over to hear what you’re saying when you’re both in public. it makes you blush, and he doesn’t understand why but he keeps doing it anyway!

boxer boyfriend yuji who was actually soooo cute when he first started crushing on you. you were both in high school and he was scribbling stuff on a piece of paper but quickly crumpling it and throwing it in the bin. he groans into his notebook but as he looks up, he accidentally yelps as he sees you sitting in front of him.

“whatcha doin’?” you smile

“uhh.. i uhh.. uh, n-nothing.”

later on in your relationship, he tells you he was actually writing down a confession letter for you🥹 he knows how much you love handwritten letters, but he just couldn’t do it! he ended up expressing his feelings verbally because he was scared you’d reject him. (you wouldn’t, though. you had a serious crush on him too:3)

boxer boyfriend yuji who was your first everything: first crush, first date, first kiss. it’s refreshing to know you were each other’s first in everything!

boxer boyfriend yuji who was a cutie patootie growing up. now, he’s still cute! but adding onto that, he’s now that rough, tough and lean man practically the size of a beanstalk🙈 everyone is always amazed at how you do so well with him. (little do they know he’s still that soft-hearted boy deep down)

a motherfuckin' trainwreck — yeon sieun

yeon sieun x gender neutral!reader

requested : !

warnings : might be a little ooc (?)

sieun is literally the awkwardest of awkward people

he doesn't even know how he actually got into a relationship is he’s being honest

he's weird about affection too

not like in a "oh i'll kill you if you touch me" kinda way but in a "oh my god your hugging me what do i do?" kinda way

whenever you give him hugs he kinda just stands there, confused

but he loves holding hands

and linking arms probably

your basically the only one who can distract him from studying too much and he pretends to hate it but can't hide how grateful he is

sieun struggles to voice his feelings and he's grateful with how patient you are with him

he probably sometimes still uses platonic words to address you and you just go "wow, friendzoning me after all we've been through?" he would roll his eyes, but he still loves you

your probably on his mind all day

while he's in class he's probably wondering "oh how's [name] doing?", "is [name] alright?", "is [name] happy?"

will literally always sleep on you if he's tired

laying on your shoulder or lap

he's SOOO clingy but then he'll deny it???

"sieun you know your super clingy right?" "stop lying, [name]".

your love language is physical touch and sieun's is probably words of affirmation

oh he LOOVES complimenting you

he just finds everything about you admiring and can't resist the urge to compliment you whenever he gets

"you have nice eyes, [name]", "you know your super pretty right?", "i can't believe how i'm dating such an amazing person".

sometimes he does it without even realizing

and you go so red which he laughs at

despite that sieun isn't the greatest at taking compliments himself

whenever you compliment him he freezes and goes red, not being able to respond

"sieun, your so smart, i can't even begin to rant about how great you are".

"uh huh" sieun.exe.has stopped working

sieun is so confident about the relationship despite how quiet he is??

like he'll hear someone talking bad about you in front of him and he'll say something like "that's my partner, watch your mouth".

he probably gets jealous so easily too

like he just loves your attention and when it's on someone else whose so random

he'll glare from afar

and then you'll ask him later like- "why were you glaring earlier?"

he would probably lie but then say, "fine i was jealous".

then you'd laugh and tease him about it as long as possible

sieun probably helps you study too

he gets so annoyed by you doing everything but listening to him so he literally has to force you to

"[name] can you pay attention?", "no, i'm too busy staring at your pretty face", "shut up".

your literally always at his house

his parents are barely home so you basically live there at this point

"sieun, your beds so comfy", "don't mess up my pillows, [name]".

you probably sleep on him too

like- you'll be laying on his shoulder as he finishes his math work for the night

and you'll have to force him to stop so he could get at least 5 hours of sleep

your probably one of the only people whose made sieun smile more than once in a day (sorry suho)

he hates your stupid jokes but smiles anyway because he loves you so much it's hard not to

he has a habit of running his finger up and down your arm, it's basically become a routine for him

HIS EYES OH MY GOD HIS EYES- he always stares at you with this majestic look

they're always on you if not on that damn paper all the time

he could simply go on and on about you and your interests and how amazing you are and how much he loves you

AND he's such an AMAZING LISTENER too like he remembers all of your interests, pet peeves, what you like, what you hate, your icks, everything

you guys probably listen to music together <333

your the only person who knows the music in his playlist

you read together too

whenever you guys read dramatic books you always give an over-the-top reaction whilst he just stares at you like your insane

"OH MY GOD SHE KILLED HIM!?", "yeah.. that's what it says, [name]".

he's probably just super calm and your super overdramatic

you guys are like the jumpy extrovert x calm introvert trope

you'll be jumping around and full of energy whilst he holds onto you so you don't get lost

he lets you clean his scars and treat his wounds since he likes when you do it

on rare occasions he likes to ramble about just random things and he's so cute when he does it too

like- he'll be going on about his interests and you just sit there staring at him lovingly

you guys are literally opposites attract

sieun being the "grumpy" and reserved introvert whilst your the jumpy and energetic extrovert

i love grumpy x sunshine tropes can you tell??

you always buy him food

making sure to feed him too

you always struggle with that though

"sieun you have to eat", "no i have to study [name]".

he still will eat for you though

sometimes he just likes to lean on his hand and admire you

just stare at you

probably thinking about how pretty you are in his head

he sometimes unconsciously smiles while thinking about you

he just loves you very very much

hii~ hope you're well! can i req no. 7&9 from list 1 for sieun! thankyou💗

a/n: late as hell but pls enjoy sjsj

♡

your head whipped to the door as you heard a knock. that's really weird- your guardian(s) weren't supposed to be home till a lot later in the night. you stood up and shuffled from the parlor and to the front door, carefully peeking in the peephole, fully anticipating some sort of psycho murderer, but instead being met with the boy you adored the most.

quickly unlocking the door, ushered him in and locked it behind him. "hey, didn't expect you to come over." he didn't respond, only placing his bag down on the floor as he pulled off his shoes. you walked over to the table to grab your phone before making your way over to your room, not looking behind you because you knew he'd follow.

it soon hit you that he hadn't said anything since he came. you checked the time and realized it's way, way earlier then he normally would get here, as his commute time was now more than double the amount it was before.

"you're really early today-" as you turned around, you immediately noticed the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "sieun?" you walked over to him, placing your hands on his cheeks. “what’s wrong?”

his eyes stared into yours before he simply shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. “okay,” you said, voice softer than a whisper before taking him into your arms. he gently reciprocated, his face naturally falling into the crook of your neck as the tears silently fell onto you, sighing tiredly.

you placed a hand on his head, brushing your fingers through his hair that you only now noticed seemed to be ruffled. when he finally pulled away with a frown on his face, you once again cupped his cheeks and kissed all over his face before placing a kiss on his lips, “i wish i could kiss all your tears away.”

he only gazed at you tiredly as you pulled his forehead to meet yours, the tips of your noses touching. “let’s go lay down, hm?”

♡

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Hey! Anon from the last ask. Sieun dating head canons. Like what would be his live language? How open he is to PDA?

dating hcs w/ yeon sieun

kdrama! yeon sieun x gender neutral! reader

↝ wc: <1k

note: i just had the most sick experience on omegle 😭 but schools finally done woo!!!

REBLOGS + COMMENTS >>>> LIKES

content: hcs

- STUDY DATES, OBVIOUSLY. - whenever you come to his house you def bring coffees - bc best believe that he's gonna stay up till, what, 2am? - all studying for his new classes in his new school :( - but don't be sad because you're there to support him - throughout everything <3 - but back to the study dates, lots and lots of back hugs from you to him - when he's hunched over you place your arms around him and squish your cheek into his - "you should take a break," kiss on his cheek, "it's been like an hour since i came and you haven't," another kiss on his cheek, "even gotten up from your seatttt!!" you drag out the last syllable in an attempt to seal the deal.. - bros got a heart of STEEL - "later.." he says, not even looking up at you. - brah... - BUT SOMETIMES HE DOES COMPLY TO YOUR WISHES!! :] - whenever he's not studying he's usually at your house with you - and you bet you make sure he does not bring that damn textbook with him - not in your house!!!!!!!!!!!! - but usually it's him watching your latest obsession with you - and it's not like you force him to or anything……… - LMFAO NO BUT he usually agrees - he wants to not only bc he cares about what you like but also he doesnt have much to contribute in that department SJSJS - but also whenever you're watching movies he likes to sit really close to you and lay his head on your shoulder - sobbing and dying literally the most heartwarming thing EVER - and when your heart is feeling especially warm you'll turn and kiss the side of his head <3 - sometimes he'll turn towards you and just stare - with those big adorable eyes of his&^%$* - just looking at you with expectancy... - till you get the hint and lean in with your hand on his cheek, giving him what he wanted - a little kiss <3 - he’s not very comfortable with pda but on the occasion he’ll be fine with linking pinkies !! - or sometimes when he’s feeling bold, he’ll.. get this.. completely hold your hand!!!! - interlaced fingers and all :,) - his favourite thing that you do is playing with his hair - obviously he’s very stressed a good majority of the time - whether it’s about the dropping grades or his friends.. - yk, dying 😭 - you’re always there to comfort him in a way that makes him forget about his worries, - and that’s playing with his hair :> - your fingers in his hair, - or at the nape of his neck <3 - his eyes literally flutter closed HAHA - and even when you guys are making out, your fingers in his hair - UGH its like pure bliss for him - the literal definition of butterflies in your stomach!!!!! - also movie dates !! - but like in the comfort of his room, with his laptop - you show him every single one of your favourites!!! - he falls asleep sometimes bc of how sleep deprived he is :( - but that just means lots of cuddles!!!! - (and kisses) - you’re really distracting him from his studies 😭

<3

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hii!! i was wondering if you cld do number 18, list 2 for sieun ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

// read req! from my love blooms event! [prompts by @urfriendlywriter ! im sorry for all the tags sjsjsj]

kdrama! sieun x reader

↝ wc: <300

note: <3 hope u like!! idk how this one will turn out i hope hes not too ooc 😭also i made him sleepy instead of drunk lol hope u dont mind !!

content: kisses, sleepy sieun

♡

"[name].."

you were sitting up against his bedframe as your head whipped to the boy laying down beside you, shock evident in your features. it was almost 1am and sieun being the prompt boy he is, fell asleep wayyy before you. "i thought you were sleeping.." you mumbled before clicking off your phone and placing it on his bed stand. "what's wrong?"

"..." he stared at you tiredly, "come here," you raised an eyebrow and leaned down, scooting closer to him his bed clearly not suitable for two people. "what?" you asked him, confused at his forwardness. he stared at you without saying anything, prompting you to move your face closer, now inches above his. you used your elbow to prop yourself up.

he looked at you with glossy eyes for several seconds before he used a hand to push himself up slowly and meet you in the middle. a mix of sleep-depravedness and confusion caused you to stay still as he placed a kiss on your lips before flopping back down onto the bed, still maintaining eye contact with you. "come here," he mumbled once again.

a smile broke out onto your lips as you stared down at him in shock. his clear lack of sleep and lethargy was causing him to be bolder than he usually was.. you weren't complaining. he decided he was done waiting, weakly placing a hand on your arm and gently tugging you in his direction. "okay, okay." you giggled at his actions and switched off the lamp that was beside you before going to place your head on his chest. he wrapped an arm around you, sighing in content as you placed one of your legs in between his. "..love you," he mumbled.

in shock for the third time that night, you quickly responded with "i love you too, sieun." before he fell asleep with you in his arms.

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[10:36 PM]

kdrama!sieun x reader

// when reader finds a kitten and takes it to the first place they can think of; sieun's apartment.

tags: gender neutral reader, kissing, teasing, little meow (cat)

note: REQS R OPEN !! yea this was from that one ask but i couldn't resist it was so cute😭 i tried my best to proofread but we all know how that goes... currently listening to soty btw

♡

he stood there and blinked at you. once, twice, three times. he couldn’t even comprehend what you were saying as he stared at the thing in your arms. the animal in your arms.

“-ieun?? i know i'm really wet, but can i come in? please?” you pouted at him, shivering from your wet clothes but not minding it at all, just trying your hardest to keep the kitten hiding in your arms as dry as possible. he finally snapped out of it and stepped aside, letting you in. you scrambled inside, pulling off your shoes and stepping into the slippers, before walking over to the island in his kitchen, placing the kitten there before going to the sink. you ran a warm water bath for the little guy, meanwhile sieun still stood at the door, watching you in awe.

“sieun, please stop ogling at me and find some towels!!” you jokingly stated, moving your head towards him. he once again snapped out of his daze, moving towards the bathroom to find extra cloths. “i wasn’t doing that,” he mumbled, lying to himself before coming back out with two drastically differently sized towels.

he walked over to the kitten on the counter, approaching it with caution. “how do i..” he trailed off. “oh, pick him up and bring him here.” you splashed the water around to make sure it wasn’t too hot before watching him expectantly. he stared at it for a second before attempting to pick him up. the tiny cat had little to no reaction- as sieun placed his hands under and around it, it did nothing but stare at him.

he placed it in the shallow bowl of warm water, watching as you bathed it with the water in an attempt to get it cleaner. minutes passed and minimal conversation was exchanged, the both of you only focusing on the cat.

you put so much effort into cleaning it up, after you were finished you walked over to the counter and wrapped the towel around the small cat, bringing it up to your chest, cooing at it in an attempt to calm it down. sieun's eyes watched you, and the way you treated it, noting how gentle you were with the small cat. "can you watch him while i change?" he nodded once, smiling before walking to his door to find some clothes to wear, later moving to the bathroom to change.

sieun sat on the floor of his room beside the kitty, staring at it as it waddled around in a circle. what was he even supposed to do with it? he's never had a pet before, let alone an almost newborn kitten. he recalled the way you held it and decided it might be beneficial to it if he interacted with it.

he didn't say anything as he scooted closer to it, placing a hand in it's path to prevent it from wandering off further. he picked it up like you did with the towel, bringing it close to his chest, craning his neck downward to stare at it. "meowr," the creature let out, staring at him with big beady eyes.

ah, now he understood why you took it in.

it leaned it's head into his shirt and very, very softly purred. the corners of his mouth tilted upwards as he began to gently but stiffly stroke it's fur. it meow'd again and slowly closed it's eyes, it's soft snores following after, and it didn't take him long to realize it was sleeping. "[name]?" he called for you before he slowly stood up and peeked out of his door, looking for you. "coming!" you whisper-shouted, walking towards him with the stray can of tuna you found in his cupboard. "oh," you mumbled as you saw the sleeping kitten that was cradled in his arms, before looking up to see that he was looking down at it too. he looked up, meeting your eyes. "he fell asleep suddenly," he watched your expression that quickly brightened as you noticed the sparkle in his eyes, watching as he looked back down at it. "so cute." you didn't move your gaze as his shifted to yours. his head snapped towards yours, looking into your eyes, almost as if he was shocked; his stomach suddenly swarming with a fluttery feeling. you smiled at his shyness and cupped his cheek, leaning in closer as the both of your eyes slowly closed, "was talking about you, by the way," you whispered onto his lips. you closed the gap between his mouth and yours, relishing in the way he sighed into the kiss. the two of you held it for a while before he pulled away, immediately turning away and back into his room in an attempt to hide his face from you, the corners of his lips turning upwards as he walked. you giggled at his action, going to join him on the floor of his room.

♡

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hi again haha ! i wanted to ask you if you could write Sieun x gn!reader with that famous trend on tiktok « stop giving me those eyes. what eyes? » WITH SIEUN EYES WHEN HE LOOKS UP ( and maybe add like an attractive smile auzjekeidif ) something in public like they’re at a coffee shop idk PLUS SIEUN IS SUCH A TEASE

kdrama! sieun x reader

// read req!

note: this is like. the latest ive ever been LOLL, i hope ur well!!!! and that u enjoy!!!

daily click!

swinging your arms back and forth, you almost jolted when you felt a yank on your arm, the one that he was holding. looking at him, you questioned, "what's up?"

having known each other for years (and been dating for a couple of months now), you knew that in public he acted a certain way, and in private, it was different. home-sieun and outside-sieun were not the same person. you didn't mind- everyone had their different personas when with certain people- that being said, it's obvious why it's such a shock to witness him engaging in his 'in-private' antics when outside.

and so, every once in a while your boyfriend would break out of that double-layered-hardened-shy-shell of his with just a touch of cheeky-ness; something you could have never expected from someone like him.

"do you want a bungeo-ppang?" looking towards the stand that the two of you had just passed by. on the very off chance that your boyfriend would dare ask you for something first, most of the time the answer would be yes, but for once you felt inclined to respond with "hmm.. no, not really." you shrugged.

if you weren't a detective (or his partner) it would be hard to pick up on the way his eyes lingered on the side of your face when you turned your head back to face the dimly lit path of the park you were in, waiting for you to look back at him, urging you to notice him and what he really meant by his question. after a few seconds you looked back at him with a questioning gaze. "what?"

he didn't respond, only giving you a look. that look. his mouth tilted downwards in an almost unnoticeable pout, his head turned completely in your direction, and those eyes. those big, dewy brown eyes of his that held nothing but pure innocence- enough to give a new born fawn competition.

"stop giving me those eyes." you said, huffing as you felt your face warm up. you looked away towards the ground, unable to handle his affectionate gaze. he blinked at you, his gaze unmoving. "...what eyes?"

you stopped in your tracks and removed your hand from his, walking backwards towards the bungeo-ppang stand. he watched as you conversed with the vendor, looking as you handed them cash in exchange for the treat, and walked back over to him.

"here." you mumbled, urging the boy to take the treat from your hands. he looks at you before taking it, placing his soft lips around the warm treat and biting into it.

he chews and swallows, inaudibly sighing in content. "thank you," you captured his hands back into yours, interlacing your fingers. "you don't have to do that, y'know. you can just ask me. i'd do anything for you." you surprise yourself with your boldness, looking at the ground shyly, not daring to meet his eyes.

he doesn't speak, his cheeks turning red as he nods. "okay." he adds, biting into the food once more. "is it good?"

he nods, glancing at you. "can i have a bit?" he nods again, offering you an unbitten side of the treat. "that's not what i meant.." you say lowly before cupping his cheek, leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

it doesn't last long before he pulls away, looking away and at the ground. you chuckle at his antics and tug his hand. "red bean tastes good on you."

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since season 2 is coming soon, lemme express my love for this boy

our loves not one-sided

a/n; someone tell yeon sieun he’s loved multiple times until he’s got it engraved in his mind pls

kdrama yeon sieun x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) 399 wc

warnings; none

“I’m glad I met you, Sieun.” You murmur, leaning on the table as he studies. “Thank you for putting up with me.”

He looks at you, tapping his pencil against his fingers. “Where did that come from?”

There’s a lingering silence after his question. You’d turned to face away from him, his stare had gotten too overwhelming, yet he never took his eyes off of you. Just as he’d opened his mouth to ask again, you turned back to him, but why were there tears in your eyes?

“Can’t I appreciate you without you being suspicious of it?” He stares blankly at you, blinking slightly to turn his gaze away. “I won’t say it anymore then.”

He sucks in a breath discreetly, trying to distract you with the sound of his pencil hitting the table. Sieun watches you sit back up, leaning your head on your palm as you continue your notes.

Sieun stays silent, focusing on completing his notes for English. You don’t miss the way he pauses, though, meeting his fleeting gaze more than once.

“Sieun,” he hums, not picking his head up from his notes. “Stop looking at me like that.” He tilts his head to the side just the slightest, silently showing confusion. “I can read your mind, you know? You don’t have to say anything.”

He nods, pressing his lips together as he sits up straight, then leans slightly against the table. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t say I love you just to hear it back. I say it so you know I do.”

His only response is a hum, waiting for you to turn away to let his lips quirk up. Sieun doesn’t fight the smile this time, lowering his head while it forms. You don’t look. You know he wouldn’t want you to. But there’s a creeping urge to take a peek when you hear a puff of air escape his lips.

When you look at him, his head is kept downward, and you can see the ghost of his smile still lingering like a mirage. He catches your eyes quickly, looking down when you smile at him.

“Keep studying.” You hum at his words, turning back to your work, moving your chair just the slightest closer to his.

Your knee brushed against his, and in the quiet, dim apartment, the one that always felt cold, a wave of warmth washed in.

jihoon my beloved <33

pairing: kdrama!sieun x gn!reader (implied masc reader; no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 635

includes: established relationship, affectionate reader, awkward sieun, maybe ooc siuen ?? he deserves a hug

a/n: been obsessed with him lately so i wrote this lol maybe i'll continue this/start taking reqs if ppl want it ?? I'VE NEVER WATCHED THE DRAMA BEFORE PLS DONT HATE ME IF THIS IS REALLY BAD LDSNDSKL

“sieun,” you smile, gently knocking your shoulder into his as a form of greeting. 

“y/n,” he greets curtly in response as you continue to follow him through the somewhat crowded hallway. sieun glances down momentarily when your hand brushes against his. an unfamiliar feeling of love and warmth crawls through him at the simple gesture despite affection only becoming more commonplace the longer your relationship continues on.

the heavy doors of byeoksan high school slam shut behind you as you continue to follow behind sieun. despite his seeming apathy, you know he appreciates the company. 

your footsteps remain in sync as sieun silently passes an earbud to you before a familiar melody reaches your ears. “your place?”

his only response comes in the form of a short hum in agreement. trees shade the path ahead as you make your way to the bus stop; waiting in silence together for a few minutes. you softly smile when sieun reaches over, intertwining your fingers together.

the duration of the bus ride and subsequent walk up to his apartment is spent in a comforting silence; besides the quiet music playing from sieun’s earbud still securely resting in your ear. his hand doesn’t leave yours until he reaches up to unlock the door. 

you slip off your shoes as soon as you walk inside, following the same routine you’ve had since sieun first agreed to begin studying with you: slip on your designated pair of slides, study with sieun for a few hours, eventually grow tired enough to force him to eat something, and end the day by falling asleep together curled up on the couch; savoring each moment of peace before you’re forced to get up again and repeat the process the next day.

you join sieun at his dining room table as he takes a textbook out of his bag. you slide into the chair across from him, pulling out your own work before handing the earbud back to him. 

the next hour is spent in a comfortable silence; the only sounds audible in sieun’s small apartment are the occasional frustrated sigh that escapes your lips and the rhythmic noise of his pencil scribbling against his notebook paper. 

you find yourself occasionally losing interest in your homework, instead passing the time by admiring your adoring boyfriend. it isn’t long before your staring catches sieun’s attention. his eyes widen and a small blush spreads up his neck to the tips of his ears, making you chuckle.

“sieun,” you smile. 

“y/n.” he refuses to glance up at you in fear of more teasing, though his efforts do little to prevent you from abandoning your assignment in favor of your boyfriend. you set your pencil aside as you reach over, brushing a stray strand of his fringe back into place. sieun’s blush deepens, now spreading across his cheeks to dust his face a light pink. wide eyes meet yours for a few more seconds before he looks back down at the open textbook in front of him. “you should get back to work.”

you stand up, walking around to sieun’s side of the table. he watches with wide eyes as you gently push his chair back before settling yourself in his lap. your knees rest on either side of his hips as your arms reach around his neck. “i could,” you murmur, leaning in closer to him. “but this is way more fun.”

you can nearly feel the heat radiating from sieun’s cheeks as you pull him into a sweet kiss. he hesitantly moves a hand up to brush a strand of hair out of your face before it finally settles on your cheek. you smile against his lips as sieun lets himself momentarily forget about his work; instead pulling you in for another, and another, and another.

Please I need Yeon sieun dating head canons.

pairing: kdrama!sieun x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of parental neglect/bullying

includes: reader is booksmart/likes studying, post layout is kinda messy oops, this is my first attempt at writing hcs pls, i am begging for sieun x male reader reqs

a/n: i don't write hcs but i had a few ideas for this so i did my best lol thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

⋆｡°✩ first meeting

— he’s SO awkward when you first meet

— probably ignores you at first lmao

— sieun doesn’t care much about his peers/other classmates but you catch his eye because of your intelligence

— he still focus more on his studies tho

sieun sits at his usual seat in class, hunched over his desk as he reviews his notes for an upcoming english exam. his hand hovers just above the paper as he skims through the words and makes small mental notes about which parts to continue practicing.

the sudden halted chatter from his classmates catches sieun’s attention. he glances up briefly, setting his pencil aside when he notices his teacher standing in her usual position at the front of the classroom. beside her is an unfamiliar teenager wearing a thin black jacket draped over the school’s button up. 

“class,” the teacher begins, gesturing to you. “this is y/n. they’re a new student here.”

“hello,” you say, bowing to the class. 

“there’s an open spot next to sieun,” she says, gently pushing you towards him. “you can sit there for now.”

sieun lets out a small sigh in annoyance as you shuffle over before sliding into the seat beside him. the mindless chatter of your classmates resumes as the door closes, signaling your teacher’s exit. he reaches over to grab his earbuds once again, reaching up to place one into his ear when a voice interrupts him. “number four is wrong.”

sieun stops in his tracks, glaring in your direction. you had also pulled out a notebook, filled with your own scribbled notes and miscellaneous doodles decorating the corners. “it’s a dependant clause, not independent,” you elaborate before turning back to your own notes. 

despite his better judgment, sieun backtracks to question four. he scoffs slightly when he rereads the question again. you were right. 

“thanks,” he mumbles. 

you simply smile, waving him off with the slight shake of your head. “anytime.”

⋆｡°✩ first date

— you have to ask him out. he will never make the first move

— needs a lot of reassurance. this is his first relationship and he likes you a lot. he doesn’t wanna mess it up. bare with him

— probably started off as a study hangout and turned into a study date ngl

you flip your pen between your fingers as you watch sieun continue to scribble down notes. his apartment remains silent except for the occasional noise of either of you flipping through your textbooks or the incessant noise of sieun’s pencil against the page. 

you set your own pencil aside, ignoring your notes in favour of admiring the boy in front of you. sieun’s fringe is just barely short enough to avoid falling into his eyes. his eyebrows furrow every now and then as his eyes rapidly switch between his notebook and the textbook laid out beside him. his teeth catch his bottom lip between them - a particularly attractive habit you had noticed over the months of getting to know each other. 

siuen pauses when he notices your lack of writing, glancing up at you momentarily. you can’t help the soft smile that spreads across your face when you notice his cheeks heating up slightly. 

“you’re staring,” he says.

“i’m admiring,” you tease. sieun’s writing pauses for a second before resuming, though his blush has spread fully across his face, tinting the skin a light pink. 

a tranquil silence falls over the room once again. it feels so intimate - sitting with sieun in his quiet apartment. your little quirks have made their way into his life despite your young age. a new pair of slides sits at the door, awaiting your arrival. the front pouch of sieun’s backpack has been cleaned out of the usual pencils and highlighters in favour of snacks and packets of gum for you to take at your convenience. he no longer reaches for his left earbud; the small device being reserved for you. 

your feelings for sieun jumble together in a mess of half-finished love letters and detailed confessions deeply confined to your mind. after spending over a month suppressing the urge to tell him, you finally can’t help yourself anymore.

“sieun,” you reach out to take his hand into yours. you smile as he intertwines your fingers together. he stops his studying to look up at you - something he’s never done for anyone else. “i like you.”

his eyes widen in surprise. your breath hitches in your throat and your body tenses. it feels like hours of waiting for his reaction before he finally speaks. 

“i like you too.”

a bright smile spreads across your face, making sieun’s lips quirk upwards into a soft smile of his own. “will you be mine?”

“only if you’ll be mine too,” he smiles as he squeezes your still-intertwined hands.

⋆｡°✩ first kiss

— “i don’t know what to do with my hands”

— has never been kissed before slkdnsl

— probably doesn’t kiss back at first but he’ll get the hang of it

— more of a peck than an actual kiss tbh

— it takes a lot of trust and vulnerability to get to this point with siuen. he’s not used to feeling love or affection so kisses mean a lot to you

you sigh to yourself, dramatically stretching before a yawn escapes you. the noise catches sieun’s attention, making him pause momentarily as he watches you attempt to blink some of the sleepiness out of your eyes. “you should get some rest,” he says. 

you glance at your textbook once more before nodding with another small sigh. “so should you. you’ve been working for even longer than i have.”

“i’m fine.” the words escape sieun’s lips almost instinctively as he continues his studying. you resist the urge to roll your eyes, closing your textbook and shoving it into your backpack in preparation for school the next day. 

“sieun…” you circle around the dining room table so you’re standing behind your boyfriend. you lean down to gently rest your hands on his shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles. a small sigh of content escapes him as you lean down to press a chaste kiss against his cheek. “you’re exhausted. come on, let’s go to bed.”

sieun finally relents after a few more seconds, letting his own pencil fall to the side before he stands up. your arm snakes around his waist as you help him tidy up; rhythmically packing up his pencils into the case and sliding each textbook back into its rightful place inside of his bag. 

you set your backpacks beside each other as you guide sieun towards his bedroom. his bed remains in the corner, still perfectly tidied from his morning routine. 

sieun climbs into bed first, sliding underneath the covers before you join him. his arm finds its familiar home around your waist to keep your body closely against his. you bring your hand up to cup sieun’s cheek, brushing your thumb against his soft skin. he smiles as your fingers trail down his face to trace along his jawline before they finally settle underneath his chin. 

sieun’s breath hitches when you brush your thumb against his plump bottom lip. he’s grateful for the darkness covers the blush burning on his cheeks. your voice is quiet when you break the silence. “sieun,” you whisper.

“what is it?”

“can i kiss you?”

his body tenses beside you before he forces himself to relax. sieun can feel his heart beating erratically in his chest. “i’ve… never kissed anybody before.”

“it’s okay.” even in the moonlight he can see you softly smiling at him. “we can take it slow, okay? i won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

he knows. sieun has never felt safe with anyone like he does with you. but he nods nevertheless. “please kiss me,” he whispers. 

your hand moves from his chin to cup his cheek once again. after a few seconds you finally lean in, gently pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. 

sieun brings his own hand up to your cheek, hesitantly leaning in and replicating your movements. this one lasts much longer than the first. you can nearly feel all of the love being poured into it. 

you both smile when you finally pull away, pressing a final peck against his lips. you lean in closer, nuzzling your face into the crook of sieun’s neck. you press a chaste kiss against the exposed skin of his neck as you let out a small content sigh, finally letting your eyes flutter closed as you begin to fall asleep. “i love you,” you whisper.

sieun presses a kiss against your forehead. “i love you too.”

⋆｡°✩ general dating hcs

— not a huge fan of pda. he doesn’t like the attention and would rather keep your moments together private

— not very touchy but he likes when you hold his hand/intertwine your arms together (especially if it’s an unconscious thing)

— SO PROTECTIVE. sieun is 100% willing to throw himself between you and any bullies 

— his kisses are short and sweet. kiss him as a reward for a good grade or reassurance and his face will light up

— sometimes if he’s feeling extra confident he’ll kiss you in public

— has moments of insecurity pretty often. siuen was neglected as a kid and bullied as a teenager. he needs to know that you love and care about him for him and not out of sympathy

— he needs reminders to eat/sleep/drink water. falls a little more in love every time you do little things for him

— his love languages are quality time/acts of service. quietly studying together until you get up to make him some food as he reviews your notes for you are some of his fav moments with you

— gets clingy when he’s tired. pull him away from his studying, help him wash up, kiss his forehead, and pull him into your arms and he will MELT

— also pls pls pls play with his hair he’ll fall asleep immediately

random yeon si-eun x gn!reader fluff headcanons

→ yes I wrote these at an airport at 3 am I just have si-eun brainrot there isn't enough fanfiction about him NO anyway yeah I'll make high quality headcanons for him next time AWE YEAH ignore any typos my brain is dead rn

— this man spoils you with a lot of random gifts, and it can happen at literally anytime. he's always listening to you so he knows about all your interests. so whenever you two meet up he'll have his backpack and he'll pull out a gift from it. they're not anything big, but something that shows he pays attention to you. you happened to mention a certain comic around him? well you now have merch for it because he found it for you <3

and then when you thank him repeatedly with some hugs/kisses, he'll just sit there looking down trying to hide a smile. he acts all nonchalant about it like, "it was nothing."

but deep down he is SO happy that you appreciate his effort. because he isn't talented at showing his emotions verbally, so he finds other ways to care for you

━  yeon si-eun is naturally very observant, especially when it comes to the few individual he cares about. so, he'll notice everything about you. having a bad day? he can immediately tell by your body language and the way your voice sounds deeper and heavier than usual. you changed your appearance? even if it's something as little as a new piece of jewelry or maybe styling your hair in a different way

━ he LOVES sitting in comfortable silence in his room. he'll be at his desk studying, meanwhile you're lying down on his bed scrolling through your phone. it makes him feel at ease to know someone is with him, given that he's usually left at home. he enjoys your company so much that he even gave you a copy of his apartment keys so you could come and go as you please

━ he secretly enjoys it when soo-ho and young-yi tease him about his relationship with you.

"si-eun! you gave your jacket to them? aww look at you being all lovey dovey." soo-ho's tone of voice was playful, one that was intentionally trying to tick si-eun off.

young-yi wanted to join in on the fun, "bet you're never going to wash that jacket again when they return it to you."

si-eun deadpanned and gave an usual brushed off response. "they were cold, that's all."

━ you know how he usually has the same expression on his face right? well SOMETIMES at school he'll just be sitting down at his desk and suddenly think of you and a cherished memory the two of you hold, or maybe a compliment you had given him. OR maybe the way you once cupped his face and told him you loved him. and that's all it takes for him to crack a smile, literally out of nowhere in the middle of class. and yeah if soo-ho sees, he'll just nag si-eun about how much he must miss you

━ he's surprised by this himself, but one of si-eun's favorite things to do with you is eating together. he grew up eating basic microwaved meals alone, so he enjoys eating with you. he likes seeing what kinds of foods you like, and he especially loves when you talk about your day or literally just anything because it makes the experience better

I just wanted to say how much Yuji Itadori is like the poster child for green flag boyfriends. Like He’s the kind of guy who remembers how you like your drink, notices when you change your hair even slightly, and asks about that one random thing you mentioned two weeks ago because he genuinely cares.

He’s emotionally intelligent in a very grounded, non-showy way. Like, he doesn’t make a big deal out of being thoughtful, he just is. He’s the type to carry extra snacks in case you forgot to eat, or sit with you quietly when you’re not ready to talk, but also the first to hype you up when you’re doubting yourself.

And the way he values life, friendships, and emotional connection? That boy would never gaslight you, ghost you, or make you feel small. Just 100% reliable, loyal, soft-hearted without being weak. total boyfriend material.

Katsuki just left, and your phone is already ringing with his contact.

You know what this is about. You smile and click the phone to answer, pinning the device between your shoulder and your ear. “Yes, baby?”

“You think you’re so fucking cute, don’t you?”

You giggle briefly before clearing your throat to gain some composure, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play that shit card with me,” he snarls, but his voice holds no venom. Truly a bark with no bite. You continue to spread the jelly on your toast, waiting for him to finish his rant. “I don’t even have to open it to see the chaos you’ve caused. Is this why you wanted to take the car yesterday? Alone? Fucking brat.”

You stifle a giggle and you hear him try to fight his own laughter. “And fucking Hello Kitty? Really?”

Covering his dashboard in stickers wasn’t something you’d planned on doing, but when TikTok inspiration strikes, who would you be to not answer the call?

You’d covered everything: the dash board, the side panels, the steering wheel, the stick shift, center console, everywhere within his driver and passenger seat is covered in stickers of assorted Sanrio characters.

You pout, “it’s not just hello kitty, there’s some Kuromi’s in there for you.”

“How. Generous.” You laugh at his expense, and he lets you, but he doesn’t fool you for a second- he’s hiding his laugh. “So, you gonna come take these shits off?”

“No.”

“HAA?!”

“No!” You repeat. “Because what if you pick up your side pieces in your big expensive car and kiss them? Hmm? They won’t kiss you if they know you have a pretty, perfect, amazing pookie wookie bear at home.”

“My pookie wookie bear is going to get suffocated with a pillow,” he growls. “Now come take care of this!”

“No,” you sing. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Swear to god-“

“Bye babyyyy!”

“Don’t you fucking-“

You’re quick to hang up the phone, giggling and going back to your toast with a satisfied smile spread on your cheeks, and you-

Immediately, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs of your home. Panic grips your heart as your eyes flick to the doorway of the kitchen.

The front door opens. He’s running.

“You’re so fucking dead.”

You scream.

The payback for sticker-ing his car might’ve been intense, full of tickling fingers and bites and threats turning into promises of payback.

But it was worth the new memory with your man.

happy birthday bakugou

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bf!katsuki loves to spoil you rotten.

he’s taking you out to dinner? bam, you find a new dress in your closet.

you two are out shopping and he notices your eyes lingering on a necklace? its yours.

you’re home by yourself and hungry? he’s ordering whatever you want.

you call him complaining about your bad day? theres flowers at your door within the hour.

you and katsuki are hanging out and you begin looking at your hand, noticing how much your nails have grown out since you last got them done.

“what’s up with your hand?” katsuki asks you.

“nothing, just need to get my nails done again soon. its so expensive to go to nail techs though, so i’ve been holding off on it,” you tell him.

“how much is it?” he asks, and you immediately know what he’s hinting at.

“kats, no. ill probably just paint them myself or something”

“hell no. if you want to get them done then ill make sure it happens.”

“are you sure?”

“‘course. you know i’m a man of my word,” he nods, “I take care of whats mine.”

oh and he meant it. sure enough, you booked your appointment and got them done, and paid for them with katsuki’s card.

later that day you stood in front of katsuki, now admiring your new set with that cute design you had been wanting.

“thank you again, kats. you didnt have to pay for them,”

“stop thanking me, baby. you deserve whatever you want.” he hummed as he grabs your hands gently to get a good look at them. “looks fuckin’ beautiful on you.”

you felt a sudden flush on your cheeks as katsuki begins pressing faint kisses to your knuckles, caressing them with his thumbs.

“you spoil me too much kats.”

he pulls you by the waist, pressing you against him. “dont care. always gonna take care of ‘ya.”

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