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bakugou who has a crush on you and cares about you in a subtle yet aggressive way... *deep inhale*

bakugou who quietly - and casually - invites himself into your room, carrying your favourite flavour of cup noodles in one hand, and spicy ramen for himself in another. both hot and steaming with freshly boiled water for the hearty broth

you're so busy with your work that you don't even notice his arrival; so busy that you can't help but jump when he breaks the silence with a gruff, yet gentle, "oi dumbass, have you eaten anything today?"

and when you try to remember - what was the last thing you ate? - he shakes his head and sets the food before you can even come up with an answer

"thought so. here. eat up. i wanna make sure you get something in your damn stomach. i'm not leaving until you do"

you open your mouth to object, but bakugou has always been quicker

"how is that you remember to tell everyone to take care of themselves, but you forget to do just that, huh?" he sits down on your bed and pats the spot beside him, getting comfy like he owns the place. like he owns your room

you glare at him for interrupting, and all bakugou does is glare at you right back. but you know from personal experience, that bakugou is quite possibly the most stubborn, hardheaded blond that you've ever met, and that arguing with him would be pointless

your stomach gurgles the very next moment - almost with comedic timing - and this doesn't go unnoticed by him. those ruby red eyes of katsuki's harden, so you swallow your pride and abandon your work for now. he somehow knew you desperately needed a break anyways

you both sit in relative silence, but the silence is comforting and calm. the kind where you can enjoy each others presence without having the need to say anything

until you accidentally grab the wrong cup and the sudden harshness of excessive spice hits your tongue, annihilating your poor tastebuds

and what does katsuki do when you make a face? god, he laughs. but it isn't anywhere near condescending. it's boisterous and loud and full of emotion. you playfully swat at his bicep and he snickers, finally reaching for the glass of water you keep on your bedside table

he gives you the right noodles, only after he's done teasing you, and it's only then is he satisfied when he knows you have something settling in the pit of your belly

you don't notice it; the way he looks at you when you're not looking - yet - but his body warms up in a way he's never felt before when he's beside you. making sure you're alright. taking care of you

he's content with making his home here, even if he has to keep his true feelings to himself for fear of you pushing him away

because no matter how painfully his heart longs for you - beats for you - bleeds for you - katsuki's okay with this; subtly yet aggressively pining after you from afar

western au for twin stars we

Kirishima appreciation ✨🪨

ok i finally figured out my Kiribaku playlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7HXPbooOCvyebaF06mYpUm?si=Xgyb5hzbScqKEMlMbun-jA

Oni Kirishima finding small dragon Bakugo

Bakugo in smol dragon form trying to stand on his hind legs to be tall but he barely reaches Kirishima's ankles.

Bakugo is also very bitey when small and constantly latches onto Kirishima's claws when the oni tries to pet him. It only tickles the oni.

After slowly earning Bakugo's trust (and also feeding him the best pieces of meat and praising him) the dragon doesn't stray too far from the Oni when they travel.

During the day Bakugo likes to show off his flying skills, how quick he is to reach a tree before the oni.

A fiesty and competitive thing he is.

But Kirishima humors him, throwing him a piece of jerky as a reward for another win.

When Bakugo's wings gets tired, Kirishima offers him to perch on the oni’s shoulders. The dragon scoffs and lands on Kirishima’s head, curling his tail around one of the oni’s horns for balance.

The dragon sits up with a smug grin.

Now he’s the tallest!

Oni’s are not morning creatures but dragons apparently are. Bakugo loves to wake Kirishima up by head butting him in the face, chittering as if scolding him that he’s wasting daylight.

“Bakugo no, it’s too early, let me sleep.”

*Bakugo head butts him again*

“Sleep.” Kirishima grunts as he rolls over to turn his back on the dragon.

Bakugo does not like to be ignored.

Usually Bakugo would be petty enough to bark out a small flame to set something of Kiri’s on fire.

Other times he just wants attention. So he will keep head butting Kirishima until the oni gets annoyed enough to grab the dragon and cuddle him to his chest so he doesn’t move.

Victory.

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Kirishima can still remember fondly the first few nights of camping, the small dragon would curl himself into a ball in the center of the fire, watching him warily. Hissing if Kirishima made any sudden movements.

One night when he was polishing his club and checking for cracks he could hear movement from the fire. He kept his eyes focused on his weapon but his ears trained on the quiet scuttle of claws against the ground that was steadily moving closer to him.

A few moments later he felt Bakugo slowly rub the side of his small body against his thigh. Only then does he lower his gaze to meet the dragon.

“Hello Bakugo, did you want something?”

Bakugo huffs, looking at the club resting in Kirishima’s lap back to Kirishima.

In the next moment Bakugo crawls over Kirishima’s lap and swipes the club off of Kirishima’s lap so he could circle around a few times to settle in its place looking comfy and smug. The oni snorts.

“You could have just asked you tiny terror.”

Uh something about coming home and planting face first into your partner lmao

When He Lost It

Summary: Your husband has always kept from you the fact that he’s an outlaw, always told himself it was to keep you safe. He always comes home to you after a job, never worries. But then his past catches up to him and he loses everything. My piece for @myherokatsuki​ ‘s ‘A Familiar Face’ Collab!! (sorry it took me so long hon)

Genre: angst without comfort

CW: reader death, mentions of torture, blood, angst, cuts, wounds

Word Count: 1,192

Dabi knows something is wrong long before he comes upon your shared home, tucked deep into the woods, away from law and outlaws alike. He’d stumbled upon the cabin a little while before you’d gotten married and spent the coming weeks staking it out, ensuring you’d be safe and unbothered here whenever he was gone. Finding the old place had been a blessing in disguise as he worked out how to tell you about what he really did, who he really was, too afraid to see the love in your gaze turn away from him in horror.

He knows the hidden trail like the back of his hand, knows the tell-tale signs that you’re awake and busy keeping your home flourishing. Welcomes the familiar feeling of relief that washes over him, knowing he’s safe here and can wash his hands of all the blood he’s spilled, at least for a little while.

But there’s no smoke coming from the chimney as he rounds the bend, no dog barking out a warning as it runs to greet him a few feet inside the treeline, and your horse is missing from the paddock next to the kitchen window when your home finally comes into view.

He doesn’t realize how wrong things are until he sees the blood on the front porch steps, panic overtaking him as he spurs his horse into a run to close the distance and practically leaping off, stumbling in his rush to burst into the house.

He didn’t expect the door to be hanging off a single hinge, and his hand shoots for his gun when it topples over with a crash. He tries to calm his breathing, but fear has a tight grip on his heart, and he can’t seem to get enough air in.

“Darlin’?” he calls out shakily, eyes tracing the blood spatters that seem to be spread everywhere, all over the broken furniture and shattered plates as he passes the kitchen. He keeps one gun poised in front of him when he starts up the stairs, swallowing back bile when he sees the large puddle of blood on the top step.

He’s never been the praying man, but at that moment, he does. Silently, he begs for it not to be yours. Begs any higher being that maybe the dog got hurt by something wild, panicked, and ran around before you could catch him. Or perhaps someone did get in, but you were tough enough to handle it, and he’d find you huddled in the closet, teeth bared and ready to protect yourself. He prays all the way to your bedroom, the air rushing out of his lungs at the sight of the door removed from the frame, leaning against the wall.

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there are many ship dynamic memes out there but strikingly low amount of polyam ones so i made two variants for ot3 and ot4 

 a lot of this is taken from pre-existing templates so i take no credit but i’d love to see if anyone uses them!