Expect The Unexpected | 18

I believe in you Shae! You can kick this writers block booty! (For potential and hopeful inspiration- a snippet into the future for Snow King Tae and his queen? ❄️)

aww thank you, angel!! 💓 i loved this drabble idea and i think it came out really cute and soft so i hope you snow king fans all enjoy it!!! 🤧💞

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“What are you doing in here?” you asked as you came upon your husband Taehyung by himself late one night in your newborn baby’s nursery.

His bare hands rested against the intricately decorated wood of the bassinet, adorned with tiny icy trinkets made by Taehyung himself with his magic, and he gazed thoughtfully down at your peacefully sleeping child. He started at the sound of your voice, turning around to face you and immediately locking on your curious eyes.

“Darling,” he smiled warmly at the sight of you, keeping his voice low and gentle so as to not wake the baby. “I was only checking on him.”

“My love, you’ve checked on him a dozen times in the past hour alone.” You let out a soft laugh.

“I know that, but I... I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to make certain he was all right first.” He said with a conflicted expression, casting his eyes back down to where your son lay sweetly dreaming.

“I know that face,” you tutted, recognizing your husband’s intricate mannerisms from a mile off. “What’s troubling you?” you asked him directly.

“Do you... do you think I’ll make a good father?” he questioned, his gaze returning to you at last, only now it was clouded with deep uncertainty. “I’ve been worried since I didn’t exactly have the best experice with my own father that... I just don’t want to make the same mistakes.” He couldn’t seem to look you in the eye as he said this, bowing his head in shame, and you made your way over to him without hesitation, gently lifting up his chin until his eyes met yours again.

“Taehyung, you are not your father,” you firmly reminded him, cradling his face in your hands. “You are going to be a wonderful father to our son, I’m certain of it,” you assured him without a trace of doubt in your voice. You had no doubt to be spoken. You loved Taehyung more than anything and you had steadfast faith in him.

“You truly think so?” he replied, his face lighting up adorably at the certainty behind your words.

“I know so.” You nodded, grinning up at him.

He beamed back at you, and it was only mere moments before he was closing the small gap between your mouth and his own, leaning down to steal the sweetest of kisses from your lips.

“I love you,” he softly murmured once you’d parted for air, resting his forehead lovingly against yours. “You’re going to make such an amazing mother,” he happily declared in turn.

“I love you too,” you replied without hesitation, gazing down at your slumbering bundle of joy. “I’m so happy to be starting our little family.”

“Me too.” He joined you in cooing adoringly down at your son. “We’ve only just had our first child and already I am thinking of how nice it’d be to have more.” He chuckled, a playful smile sitting upon his lips. “How does 10 sound?”

“10?!” you whisper-exclaimed, your eyes going wide at your husband’s cute but very ambitious idea. “Let’s take it one at a time.” You chuckled.

“Fine,” he reluctantly coalesced, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tightly to him. He brought his lips up to your ear, his breath warm on your skin as he whispered to you; “Why don’t we get started on number 2?”

He lightly sank his teeth into your lobe, nibbling at it teasingly, and making you struggle to hold back your squeal of delight which would surely awaken your sleeping child. You could already feel yourself heating up at the mere sound of your husband’s proposal, and your leaned into his tender touches, his wide palms rubbing tempting circles across your trembling back.

You looked up into his glimmering sapphire eyes, a fire burning in them that was reflected in your own. “I’d like that.” You coyly replied.

The two of you grinned at one another, giving your son one last good once over to make sure he was still safely slumbering before slipping out of his nursery, and heading back to your own chambers, giggling madly as you went.

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jungkook being the biggest flirt and making me want to sue him for it (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻  for @sugajimin​ ♡ (gif 4 cr. theultimatedodo -  gif 12 trans. cr. btsinthemoment) 

bonus:

“the boy in the yellow pants probably saw some crazy shit in his life, he didn’t even flinch”

*flashbacks*

yoongi on run! bts ep 24:  (ง'̀-‘́)ง 

expect the unexpected | 25

(the photos and text are alternating~)

~Kim Namjoon Residence~

“Jin hyung wants us to go to his office later at 4,” Namjoon says, talking to Byul over the phone. “He and Yn got into an argument.”

“An ARGUMENT??” Byul yells. Someone hushed her, she was just leaving the library. “Sorry.” Namjoon laughs.

“Yeah, an argument over what gender the baby is,” he explains. “So he wants us to surprise Yn at his office, wearing the colors you think the baby is.”

“Oh how fun!” Byul exclaims, walking to her car. “It’s like a baby gender reveal party… but without the reveal part.”

“Yeah I guess so,” Namjoon laughs. “Hyung said that they’ll announce the new baby to the kids too. All of our kids actually, so I have to ask Moonji what she thinks the new baby will be without telling her about the new baby.”

“Just ask her if she wants a brother or a sister,” Byul shrugs. “Easy peasy.”

~24/7 Heaven~

“So what color are you going to wear?” Sohyun asks Yoongi. The two of them were in the back kitchen with Hana at the bakery. 

“Color for what?” Hana asks. 

“For the party we’re going to later,” Yoongi tells her. “What color are you wearing?”

“Is it a rainbow party,” Hana asks, looking over the cake Sohyun was decorating. She reaches out to touch the icing.

“Uhuh,” Sohyun says, lightly slapping her hand away. 

“I’m wearing yellow,” Yoongi says. Sohyun furrows her brows at him.

“Oh then I’m wearing pink!” Hana yells. 

“Team yellow is not a team,” Sohyun says.

“Why not?” Hana asks. “I’m team pink then!”

“I’m team pink too,” Sohyun says with a smile on her face. 

“I’m team no team I guess,” Yoongi shrugs, taking a cake from one of the fridges. “Is this the one we’re bringing?”

Sohyun looks back up at him and nods.

“It’s a little silly that we’re doing all this and we won’t even know for a few months,” Yoongi says, taking the cake to a table and packing it into a box.

“I think it’s fun,” Sohyun says. “Any excuse for a party and cake.”

“That’s true, I do enjoy these celebrations. I went shopping, by the way, before I came here.”

“For what?” Hana asks.

“A gift. For the party.”

~Hoseok and Sarang’s Room~

“I think it’s a girl,” Sarang says, picking out a pink outfit. 

“I want it to be a girl,” Hoseok says with a laugh. “Imagine two Soojins? How cute would that be?”

“Super cute,” Sarang laughs. “So should we just pick a pink outfit for Hope? How are we going to ask her what she thinks that baby will be without telling her about the baby?”

Hoseok shrugs. 

“Just ask her team pink or team blue and dress her up accordingly,” Hoseok says. And as if on cue, the door to their bedroom opens. 

“I’m bored– hey,” Huimang says. “Where are you two going?” She asks, seeing as her parents were getting dressed.

“Uncle Jin is throwing a mini surprise party for auntie Yn,” Hoseok explains. “And we have to be in two teams, pink or blue. Which team are you going to be?”

“You both are wearing pink,” Huimang points out. “So pink?”

~Park Residence~

“Purple??” Yuna says, making a face at Jimin. “It’s two colors Jimin, pick one of them.”

“But what if it’s both?” Jimin argues, laughing at the face his wife was making. “We don’t know if it’s twins.” 

“It’s not twins.”

“Who told you that,” Jimin says, squinting at her. 

“No one,” she says, “but I doubt it is.”

“Let’s make a bet–”

“Do what you want Park, but me and Gyu are wearing pink~” She says, walking away to go get Mingyu. 

“Oh come on! If I win, you owe me!”

~Taehyung’s Living Room~

“It’s definitely a boy,” Taehyung tells Bora. She shakes her head. The two of them were watching a show while Youngjae was in Taehyung’s room, taking a nap.

“Girl,” she says.

“I’ve known them for longer, I can tell if it’s a boy or girl,” Taehyung argues. 

“How?”

“The vibes noona is giving me is definitely she’s having a boy vibes,” he says with a little shrug. Bora scoffs at him.

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Okay, well why do you think it’s a girl?”

“I don’t know, I was just thinking, if I were to have another baby, I would want a girl.” Bora explains, shrugging. “Simple.”  Taehyung smirks at her, wiggling his brows.

“You wanna have one with me?” 

Bora playfully rolls her eyes. “No.”

Taehyung pouts at her, turning around with his arms crossed, making her laugh.

“I mean, I would wanna have at least two with you,” she says. Taehyung turns around with a big smile on his face. 

“But right now, I think having you as a big baby is enough.”

~Sian’s Room~

“Sian, you wanna match with daddy?” Jungkook asks, holding up a blue sweatshirt. Sian was on the floor, playing with his iron man. 

“Yes!” He excitedly yells. “Where are we going?” 

“Uncle Jin’s work,” Jungkook says, kneeling down to put the sweatshirt on him. 

“Hey,” Rina says, walking into the room. “Team blue then?”

Jungkook nods, smiling up at her. He looks down at his son and covers his ears with his hands.

“What are you doing~” Sian says, frowning up at his dad, trying to pry his hands away from his ears. 

“Wouldn’t it be funny if hyung gets another son that’s twice as rowdy as Haneul?” 

“Is that why you’re going with blue? Because Jin’s team pink?”

“Duh.”

~Kim’s Residence~ “I have to go to the office,” Jin says, walking past you. You were sitting with Haneul at the kitchen counter. “You four should come with me.”

You nod. “Okay, what time?”

“We have to be there by four so let’s start getting ready so we can be there on time,” he says, already walking to the kids’ room. “I’ll get the kids ready.”

You and Haneul look towards the hallway, scrunching your brows. 

“We can get ready ourselves right?” you ask Haneul, he nods. You smile down at him, picking him up as you two walk to his room.

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“Blue or pink?” Jin asks Minseok and Soojin. They both frown up at him. 

“B-blue..?” Minseok says in a questioning tone. 

“I want purple,” Soojin says, pointing to her purple dress that was behind Jin. He was standing in front of her closet.

Jin shakes his head. “Nope, blue or pink.”

“Purple.”

“Blue or pink.”

“Purple.”

“Soojin–”

“Why just those colors?!” she exclaims.

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“Okay, let’s go,” Jin says, walking to the garage, after battling Soojin with what color she wanted to wear. Out of the two color option. She came out wearing the pink version of what Minseok was wearing.

“Daddy!” Haneul yells, running towards Jin and grabbing his hand. Jin looks down at him and his eyes widens.

“You’re wearing yellow.”

You walk up to him and nod. “Yeah, and you’re wearing pink… a lot.. of pink.”

“What exactly do you need to do?” You ask as you five stood in the elevator, going up to Jin’s office. 

“I just need to sign some paperwork,” he replies. He was carrying Soojin in his arms as she was a little sleepy on the way here. 

The doors opened and revealed Yeonjun on the other side. 

“You’re here!” he says excitedly. “Everything is ready in your office.” He tells Jin, giving him a quick wink. You didn’t know this obviously, but Jin had Yeonjun decorate the office and let your friends in. They were all in there right now!

“Say hi uncle,” you say, waving Haneul’s little hand at Yeonjun. You had him in your arms. 

“Hi Haneul, I haven’t seen you in a while,” Yeonjun says, reaching out to pet his head. 

Minseok runs to Jin’s office, about to open the door when Jin yells. 

“Y-yah!” he yells, running to his oldest. 

“What?” Minseok says. “I was just going to go in.”

“Yeah but we need to go in all together.” Jin says. “Babe,” he calls you over.

“We’re coming jeez,” you say, walking quickly towards him. Yeonjun is laughing behind you five as he follows along. 

“Go in, you first,” Jin says. 

“You’re being so weird,” you say, grabbing hold of the handle and walking in.

“SURPRISE!” 

You stumbled back a bit, surprised. Of course. Making everyone laugh.

Everyone was wearing pink and blue… well

You look at Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. They were dressed in yellow and purple. You don’t think they got the memo. 

“Wh-at. What is this?” You say, confused, turning to Jin. 

“Gender not reveal party!” Jin says, raising the arm that wasn’t holding onto Soojin. “Clearly, team girl is winning,” he says, pointing at everyone wearing pink.

“Why are we having teams anyways?” Huimang asks. 

“Because,” Jin says. He leans into your ear and whispers. “Let’s announce it to them at the same time.” You nod.

“We’re–

 having a baby!” 

pregnant!” 

You laugh, slapping his arm. “We didn’t even say the same thing.”

“Wait, you’re having a baby?” Minseok asks with wide eyes. 

“Is this my birthday present?” Soojin asks with a smile, leaning over to hug Jin’s neck. Her birthday was in a few weeks.

“We’re going to have another baby??” Minseok asks excitedly, looking up at you. You lean down, hugging him. 

“We are, are you happy about that?”

“Yeah!” he says. 

“Gyu you’re going to be a hyung,” Jungkook says, poking Mingyu’s cheek. Jimin was carrying him.

“Or an oppa,” Yuna says. 

“Or both,” Jimin says. Jin furrows his brows at him.

“Another baby!” Moonji says, running over to you.

“Auntie Yn’s having a baby?” Hana says, running towards you too. Huimang follows her. 

“She is,” Jin says. “Look, they’re all team pink.”

“I’m team blue,” Sian says, showing his sweatshirt.

“My mom made me team pink,” Youngjae says, making Bora laugh.

“Hey, to be fair, I asked you if you wanted a sister or a brother. You said sister.”

Your eyes were tearing as your nieces and nephews were congratulating you, touching your belly, and giving you sweet hugs. 

“Look at Haneul,” Taehyung points. They all laughed as Haneul was looking around with a blank expression. 

“Haneul-ah,” Yoongi calls. “You’re going to be a big brother, how do you feel?” Haneul scratches his head. 

“He’s tired,” you say, laughing. “It’ll hit him later.”

“Well why don’t we wake him up with some…” Rina says, walking towards you with the cake. “Your favorite~ Auntie Sohu made it and Uncle Yoongi brought it.”

Suddenly, Haneul lifts up his head and smiles. Making everyone laugh.

“Cake is what makes him happiest,” Namjoon says, smiling over at him. 

-

“I honestly didn’t think everyone would have such strong opinions on what the baby will be,” Yoongi says. “I wore yellow because I didn’t know.”

“I wore yellow because I didn’t mind if the baby was a boy or a girl, as long as it’s healthy,” Namjoon says. Byul pouts, leaning into his shoulder as she had her arms wrapped around his arm. 

“I’m wearing yellow,” Haneul says, pulling at his hoodie. 

“Yahh~ Team no team,” Yoongi says, giving him a high five. Haneul smiles, slapping his hand onto his uncle’s. 

“Are you ready to be a big brother Haneul?” Hoseok asks. Haneul nods, running towards him. “Aigoo, I can’t wait to see him with his baby sibling. He was still young when Mingyu was born.”

“Right,” Jimin says, “I can’t wait to see Mingyu with them.”

“Jimin, for the last time, it’s not twins.” Jin tells him. Jimin eyes widens and he points at his hyung.

“Hyung. If another one comes out by surprise, watch,” Jimin says, “You’ll be like ahh.. Jimin was right all along.”

“He’s stupid,” Taehyung says, “don’t listen to him. There’s only one and it’s a boy.”

“Agreed,” you say, “I have a feeling it’s a boy.”

“YES!” Jungkook says, turning to Taehyung and giving him a high five. “Team blue for the win.”

“Okay but all in all, I don’t mind what the baby is either, let’s get that clear,” you say.

“I know, I just want Jin hyung to be wrong,” Jungkook says, with that smile of his that drives Jin crazy.

-

Your friends had just left and you, jin, the kids, and Yeonjun were the only ones left. The six of you shared the cake together.

“This was fun,” you say. “I can’t believe you told our friends about our silly argument and made them choose a side.”

“I thought it would be fun, and that it would be a good way to tell the kids we were having another baby since we were sad we couldn’t announce it to all of them in a fun way like we usually do.” Jin feeds Haneul a bite of the cake. “I knew they would all join in, but I was more surprised that Yoongi and Namjoon still wanted to dress up even though they didn’t know which side to join. I wonder if they color coordinated with the yellow.”

“Team no team right?” Yeonjun laughs. He was wearing a pink tie with his suit. 

“I’m not even wearing a color so I guess I’m team no team too,” you laugh, pointing to your white jacket. Jin shakes his head.

“Yeonjun,” he says, reaching out. Yeonjun stands up and goes over to Jin’s desk and takes out a pink sweatshirt Jin prepared.

“Here, so you can join a team,” Jin says, taking the sweatshirt from Yeonjun. He hands it to you, making you laugh.

“But I’m team blue,” you say. Jin closed his eyes, hiding his lips and shaking his head side to side. 

“We already have two boys, we had a boy, then a girl, then a boy again. It only makes sense that this is a girl,” Jin argues. You and Yeonjun laugh at him.

“Like that’s how it works,” you say. “But fine,” you tell him, taking the sweatshirt from his hand. “Only because you did all of this and I had so much fun. I’ll join the pink team.”

expect the unexpected

♡ part twenty-five: gender not reveal ♡ 

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: okay so officially done with the sad/angst lol i hope you all like this, can’t wait for soojin’s birthday week🤣 again apologizing for not utilizing the read more feature. i think we have found a solution for it tho?? but i will try it for the next update :) thank you for bearing with me ily💜

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The Alpha

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Author’s Note: This will be a Drabble Series. The next one will probably come out very soon and I will get a masterlist together. I was so excited, I haven’t even made a proper banner yet… Thank you @xjoonchildx​ for listening while I freaked out about this idea. Thank you @ppersonna​ @taetaewonderland​ and @lemonjoonah​ for being your awesome selves at all times…

Genre: ABO/Werewolf • Fantasy

Rating: Mature (some later installments will likely be Explicit)

Warnings: mentions of mating, claiming, and scent marking, ABO/Werewolf sexual dynamics, I think that’s all for this installment…

Word Count: 1000

The whispers and gasps were deafening. Reverent silence utterly shattered.

“This cannot be right-”

“It can’t be him-”

It was supposed to be Namjoon. And in the incredibly off chance that it wasn’t - then it was definitely Jungkook.

Not Jimin.

Never Jimin.

Most people had trouble even believing the youngest Park was an alpha…

Let alone The Alpha.

Everything up to this moment had gone according to plan.

Twenty years ago a new Luna had come into the world; the latest in a line of powerful Omega women.

Silver hair. Silver eyes.

There was no mistaking the new moon princess. You were utterly exquisite from the day you were born.

And the ritual of a Luna’s ascension was intimately familiar after hundreds of years.

Every step planned and expected. Every outcome predicted.

On the midnight of her twentieth birthday, a Luna, the true born moon princess, came of age.

Her wolf would emerge and change her body, heightening her senses for the first time.

And for the first time, she would know the scent of her mate.

The Alpha.

The next king by right - by divine mandate.

And there was no question who it would be.

Kim Namjoon was the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, the largest - the most absurdly obvious alpha in the entire pack.

Everyone knew what would happen. It was so predictable that some people hadn’t even bothered to attend the ceremony.

First, the elders would bring you back to the sacred circle after your change.

You would be blindfolded to ensure that your eyes would not deceive your other senses.

Then, the unmated alphas would line the circle’s perimeter, watching with bated breath as you were guided toward the center by the chief elder.

Finally, you would breathe deeply and approach Kim Namjoon, following the ancient pull of a mating bond that bound you to the one true alpha of your pack.

…But that is not what happened.

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A Sign of Affection—

❋ deaf! Bakugo x Fem Interpreter! Reader

❋ Interpreting for Dynamight: How Hard Could It Be?

❋ 5.9k words

❋ A note before reading: Bakugo is being portrayed as little ‘d’ deaf, this is very important. You can learn more about the difference between deaf and Deaf here! This is also ASL cause that’s what I know.

Katsuki Bakugo would never admit it, but he was losing his hearing. He had been for a while now, his explosive quirk might save lives but it was doing nothing good for his ears. He doesn’t admit this, not necessarily because he’s ashamed, but because he refuses to let anyone think he’s anything less than the strongest. Only a select few know, and even fewer are allowed close enough to notice his hearing aids.

You’re one of them.

Working as his interpreter wasn’t something you’d planned for when you first joined his agency. At the time, you thought you’d just be handling the occasional public statement, but it became clear quickly that your role was going to become far more personal when his hearing aids were damaged in his most recent mission. They’re malfunctioning, sounds become high pitched whirs in his ear, so he takes them out.

The silence was oppressive, his ears ringing as he stomped back into his agency headquarters after the mission. His team was talking but to him it sounded like they were underwater. His eyes rapidly dart between faces, trying to lip read, though he hasn’t relied solely on that in years. Fuck, everyone’s talking so fast. He clenched his fists, irritation bubbling under his skin, until finally he barked out, “Shut up!” His voice sounded off even to himself, somehow louder and harsher without his aids.

The room immediately falls silent, his team looking back at him with the same wide eyes and panicked expressions as always. He thinks they’d get used to his brashness by now, guess not. There’s a pregnant pause as Bakugo takes a breath, closing his eyes momentarily before uttering “Someone call an interpreter, I can’t understand you assholes-“ he stops for a second, his face falls in thought before he speaks again “get.. get the one from the press conferences”

“Which one?” Someone from the team utters, slowly this time. “You know which one. The one who actually knows what the hell she’s doing. The… uh…” He faltered for a moment, his scowl deepening. “The one with the— the pretty one. Dammit just call her!”

He doesn’t elaborate further because the truth is, he knows exactly who you are. He’s seen you at every press conference and public statement for the agency, standing slightly to the side of where everyone gathered, interpreting for the news. He wouldn’t admit it— not even to himself but he’d find himself distracted by you often. He was captivated by your hands and facial expression. He could tell you were passionate about your work, hell he might even respect you a little.

His team doesn’t question his words. They just nod in understanding and someone leaves to do just that. He huffs, hoping you get there quickly so he might actually know what’s going on.

“He… what?!” Your voice raises as the voice over the phone relays the message. Dynamight requested you? You couldn’t wrap your head around why he’d even need an interpreter, but you’re not turning down the opportunity. The cup of tea you were drinking abandoned on the counter as you rush into your bedroom to change into your interpreting ‘uniform.’

Fuck. You needed to do laundry. Your clothes are piled in the corner of the room. In your defense, you weren’t supposed to work again until next week. You dig through your closet and dresser drawers hoping to find something suitable for interpreting. Your eyes fall on a black long sleeve, it’s a few years old and you’ve definitely gained a little weight since the last time you’d worn it. It’ll have to do. You throw it on along with some slacks. it shows more shoulder than anything. it’s a little tighter than you’d like it to be, clinging to your body in a way you’d rather it not. At least not for your place of work.

You smooth your hands over your clothes a few times looking in the mirror, sucking your teeth before grabbing your bag and keys and heading out the door. Like you said, it’d have to do. The agency is only 15 minutes from your apartment, which is why you’d so enthusiastically taken the job. That and the fact that it’s his agency. You’d admired dynamight for a long time but honestly the thought of working so closely with him was terrifying.

You arrive and the nice receptionist tells you exactly which room to go to. you give her a warm smile. She returns it, her manicured nails moving rapidly over the keyboard as you shuffle away to the conference room.

You lightly rap on the door twice before pushing it open. “Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I’m the—” The words catch in your throat as the room falls silent, all eyes turning to you. You’re used to this. You’re used to people watching you—it comes with the job of being an interpreter. But you’re not used to him. Your gaze collides with his, and your breath stumbles. “…interpreter,” you finish, the word slipping out softer than you intended.

His eyes are striking, sharp and burning, there’s nothing warm about the way he looks at you. It’s intense, unflinching, and terrifying.

You can’t tell if your heart is racing because his gaze is so intimidating or because you realize, that it’s beautiful, too. Damn it. Focus. You break the staring contest you were apparently having to briefly look at the floor. His gaze felt critical and now you’re second guessing every choice you made before you walked into the office. You shake your head and look up again. “I’m the interpreter” you say, more confident this time.

“About time” he barks out, his tone as critical as his gaze. Your eyes lock with his for the second time. “You just gonna stand there or are you gonna come here and do your damn job?” You let in a sharp breath as you instinctively straighten your spine. “Right.. right sorry” you murmur. Only, what is your job? You still have no idea why you’re even here. Whatever it doesn’t matter.

You step more into the room, positioning yourself where you can see everyone and nod, beginning to interpret. His eyes are still on you, you don’t think they ever left but instead you focus on the various voices around you. Brows furrowed, you shake your head. “Excuse me.” You mutter. The voices continue, loud, scattered, interrupting each other. “Excuse me!” You say louder this time, stopping the conversation as their heads turn to acknowledge you. “Please speak one at a time! A meeting this big should really have more than one interpreter..” you mumble the last part but the others in the room nod in understanding and do as you ask. The conversation resumes, slower and more uniform.

Bakugo doesn’t look away, even as the others start speaking again. You catch snippets of conversation, words like recovery, damaged hearing aids, and villain tactics, but your focus keeps dragging back to him. It’s not just the intensity of his presence—it’s the way he watches you like he’s dissecting every move you make.

Bakugo watches you intensely, his gaze devouring you whole. The way the loose strands of hair are framing your face, how your brows lift with expression, the gloss on your lips, your bare shoulders. Your skin looks so soft and— damnit. He’s not even paying attention.

He barely even knows sign anyway. He’d taught himself to finger spell and after watching you for so long picked up on some of the more common signs. Having you here was more productive. It was less time consuming then writing back and forth and maybe he’d learn something and maybe he’d get to know you. He blinks a few times, snapping himself from the thought. The incoherent voices around him halt and there’s several gazes on him. Someone probably asked a question.

Someone asked a question and he was too busy looking at your stupid fucking shoulders. Who even wears something like that to work anyway? He’s never seen you wear anything like that before and-

“Sir?” A member of his team utters. They’re awaiting his response. He locks eyes with you again, raising his hands to his body.

SLOW. MY SIGN BAD.

He signs to you. S-P-E-L-L.

You feel your eyes instantly widen, you force your face to fall neutral again. You’re interpreting for him? His aids got damaged?

You bend your index finger into a hook shape and tap it twice on your ear. The sign for hearing aid. You spell it out for him, before spelling out fix.

YES, NO, WHICH?

He scoffs, looking back at his team. “I’ve got too much shit to do to sit around and wait for ‘em to get fixed. Why do you think she’s even here?” He says, clearly annoyed at the question. He’s got that scowl on is face and it gives you chills.

The meeting continues, much to your dismay. You’re struggling, trying to take out the key points of what you’re overhearing and interpret to someone who barely knows sign. He’s not helping at all, staring at you with the same critical eyes and blank expression. Is he even understanding you? You try not to let the frustration show on your face.

The meeting is finally over to your relief. Your hands feel tired from so much fingerspelling. People start filtering out of the room. you roam over to where you left your bag, pulling out your water bottle and taking a few large sips trying to shake off the tension.

“Didn’t think signing was that exhausting,” a gruff voice says behind you.

You pause mid-sip, the familiar tone making you freeze. Slowly, you lower the bottle and turn, finding Bakugo standing a few steps away, arms crossed over his chest. His expression is unreadable. “You look like you’re about to explode.”

You huff, honestly not having the patience for this right now. “It’s hard to interpret when you barely know sign language, sir. I can’t tell if you understand anything I’m saying.” You say, your tone stern but still trying to remain respectful.

He stares at you for a beat, his expression unreadable, before he crosses his arms and leans against the wall, his voice low. “I understand more than you think. Just… just not all of it.”

You narrow your eyes, annoyed yet relieved that at least he can give you a little clarity. “Were you going to say anything? Or just let me waste my time and look stupid?” Your hand move rapidly, in frustration, in anger

“You don’t look stupid.” He states in a flat tone. “You’re good at it.” This shocks you a bit, dynamight isn’t known for giving compliments and somehow you feel like his gaze is even more intense than before.

“..was that a compliment?” You blink, caught off guard. “What’re you the deaf one now?” he smirks slightly before letting his rough demeanor take over once more “don’t get used to it” he fires back quickly.

You sigh, shaking your head slightly. “Thanks, I guess. But it doesn’t matter how good I am if you don’t understand” your eyes meet his once more. You sense something in them, if you didn’t know better you’d think it was almost something…apologetic?

His fist clench at his sides, not unnoticed by you and your demeanor softens despite your words. You’re not trying to make him feel bad, it’s probably more frustrating for him.

“I need you to communicate, sir. At least let me know when you understand or not, or I’m gonna keep making myself look like an idiot up there.” You smile slightly, trying to cut the tension you’d accidentally created.

He sucks his teeth “whatever, fine. I’ll tell you.” You give him a small smile in return, starting to gather your things. “Before you leave..” he breaks the silence, you look up at him curiously. He steps closer, lowering his voice. “You can’t tell anyone about my hearing. Got it?”

You feel your brows furrow. There’s a lot you could say back, but you value your job. “Excuse me sir.. but there’s nothing wrong with-“ “I said, you can’t tell anyone. No one else needs to know.” He cuts you off, his words are cold.

The finality in his voice makes it clear the subject isn’t up for debate. You purse your lips, biting back the response you want to give. Instead, you settle for a curt nod. “Understood.” Grabbing your bag and walking towards the door. “Have a good night sir.” Without waiting for a response, you close the door behind you, leaving him alone in the conference room.

Bakugo watches you leave, his hands tightening in his pockets. He’s not sure what it is about you, but something tells him this arrangement is going to be more complicated than he expected.

The hallway outside the conference room is quiet, but your mind isn’t. You replay the conversation in your head, trying to make sense of it. There was something about the way he spoke—about the way he looked at you—that stuck with you. Dynamight was hard to read, but his insistence on secrecy had been laced with something you couldn’t quite place. You shake your head. Not your problem, you tell yourself firmly. You’re just here to do your job, not to figure out Dynamight.

As the elevator doors slide open, you step inside, your thoughts still lingering on him. This isn’t going to be easy, is it? You reach the lobby, saying goodnight to the same kind receptionist from earlier and heading back home.

You’re lying in bed when your phone pings, it’s an email of your new interpreting schedule. With a heavy sigh, you turn onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Meeting your heroes wasn’t supposed to feel like this. You’d admired Dynamight from a distance, inspired by his drive, his unshakable determination, and his ability to save lives no matter the cost. But up close? He was…

You hesitate, feeling guilty for even thinking it. He wasn’t cruel, exactly. Just difficult. Closed off. And it wasn’t like he had asked for this to happen to him.

You close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep. It’s just work, you tell yourself. Do your job, keep your head down, and move on.

But as you drift off, a small thought lingers in the back of your mind. That brief flicker of something in his eyes during the meeting—something you hadn’t expected from a man so famously brash and unyielding.

Vulnerability?

You shove the thought away, but it lingers, a tiny thread pulling at the edges of your frustration. Maybe there was more to him than you realized.

For now, though, you had to focus on making it through tomorrow. One day at a time.

A week passes. The days become easier. You’ve become very friendly with the receptionist in the lobby. Her name was Talia. Your brief interaction turned into smaller friendly conversation. You looked forward to seeing her everyday.

Working with Dynamight is no walk in the park. He’s intense, stubborn, and unapologetically brash. But beneath the rough exterior, you’ve come to know a man who takes his job as a hero seriously, even if he pushes himself too hard to compensate for what you assume he perceives as a weakness.

He’s a little kinder now, at least in the way that Dynamight can be kind. He’s working with you, communicating the way you asked. The dynamic is fine. It works. You do your job, you talk to Talia for a little while and you leave.

Lunch with Talia quickly becomes your favorite part of the day. What started as quick chats at the receptionist desk has turned into full-blown lunch breaks in the small cafe near the agency. She’s easy to talk to—funny, warm, and refreshingly honest.

Today, as you sit across from her, picking at your sandwich, the conversation drifts to Dynamight.

“Is he still a pain?” Talia asks, smirking as she sips her iced coffee. You laugh softly. “I mean, yeah. But he’s… better. Not great, but better.” “‘Better’ for Dynamight is probably miraculous,” she quips, earning another laugh from you.

The smile quickly falls from your face as you stare down at your food, a more serious expression taking over. “God” you groan, your face falling into your hands. “I just don’t understand him. Like at all” “you’re not getting paid to understand Dynamight. If any of us were we’d all be broke.” She chuckles and takes another sip of her coffee.

“I know but it’s just like.. if you’re so ashamed to be..deaf…” you whisper the last part so no one may overhear “..that you don’t want anyone to know why the fuck would you ask for an interpreter? Do you know how hard it is to discreetly interpret in public? We have to make someone else stand next to him so it looks like I’m interpreting for them instead!”

“He’s not ashamed.” She says curtly, ignoring your other frustrations. “What?” Your head lifts from your hands to look at her, both shock and curiosity etched into your face. “I don’t understand” you shake your head.

“It’s not because he’s ashamed or anything. It’s… well, think about it. If the wrong people found out, villains would use it against him. They’d find ways to exploit it. That’s the last thing he wants.”

Oh. You hadn’t thought about it like that. You almost feel a little guilty for making him out to be such an ass in your mind. Almost, cause at the same time, he’s still cold and abrasive.

Your face must show how you’re feeling. Somehow it always does, It’s a curse in moments like this, but it’s also what makes you such a great interpreter. Talia’s hand fall on top of yours reassuringly.

“Hey..” she says gently. “..You’re great at what you do, y/n. Maybe you were wrong about that but it doesn’t change the fact that he is 100% making your job harder” You can’t help the small, weary laugh that escapes you. “You’re not wrong. He’s exhausting. Sometimes, I still don’t even know if he’s listening.”

Talia smirks, squeezing your hand. “Oh, he’s listening. He’s just a stubborn ass who doesn’t know how to show it. I mean, come on. Think about who we’re talking about.” Her words draw a reluctant smile from you. “Yeah, that sounds about right.” You mutter back

“You’ll get through to him,” she says confidently, letting go of your hand. “Trust me. If anyone can, it’s you. You’re here for a reason.” There’s a beat of silence before Talia leans in slightly, her tone dropping to something a little quieter, more serious. “You know, he doesn’t let anyone help him. Not really. He’s always been like that, even when I started here.”

You nod slowly, processing her words. It makes sense in a way. Although her words are reassuring,it still feels frustrating. You look at her, a flicker of doubt still lingering in your eyes. But her faith in you feels steady, unwavering. It’s comforting, even if you’re not sure you fully believe it yet.

“Thanks, Talia,” you say softly, and for the first time in what feels like days, you hold yourself a little higher.

The sharp sizzle of oil fills the air as Bakugo tosses another handful of vegetables into the pan. it’s a rhythm he knows well. But tonight, his focus is off. He scowls at the counter, eyeing the ridiculous amount of food piling up. Again. Every time lately, it’s the same thing. He swears he’s not doing it on purpose.

His mind drifts to you. To the way your hands move when you sign, fluidly.. beautifully. Your frustration barely hidden behind a polite smile. You’ve been busting your ass trying to keep up with him, and he’s done nothing but make your job harder.

Bakugo grips the edge of the counter, jaw tight. He knows you didn’t ask for this, didn’t ask to deal with his stubborn ass.

Before can even realize what he’s doing, he’s grabbing a spare container and loading it with the extra food, snapping the lid on tight. He tells himself he’s being practical. He’s not one to waste food.

When he hands it to you the next day, he barely looks you in the eye. “Made too much,” he says gruffly, shoving the container into your hands before walking away without waiting for a response.

He walks away so fast he almost, just almost misses the small smile that plays onto your lips. The smile that fills his mind for the rest of the day.

And that’s how it starts. The next day he’s shoving another container in your hands, claiming the same thing. Rushing away in the same way. You blink after him, utterly bewildered but secretly delighted. Because honestly? That food was incredible. Like, best you’ve ever had incredible.

By the third day, you’re half-expecting it, your hands reaching automatically as he shoves yet another container into them. It’s becoming a strange routine, one you don’t entirely understand but definitely don’t mind.

At lunch, you decide you can’t just keep taking these meals without saying anything. You owe him a thank you. So, with the container in hand, you find yourself heading up to his office.

You stand outside the office door, taking a shaky breath and light knocking. “Come in” his voice with its usual roughness grumbles from the opposite side of the door. You open it and shuffle in, giving an awkward smile.

“What?” He asked brashly, sounding more annoyed than usual. You feel his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You hold up the container. “I uhm.. I just” you clear your throat. “I just wanted to say thank you for the food lately, it’s so delicious, honestly I really appreciate it.” Your hands move as you speak.

FOOD, THANK YOU, DELICIOUS

You let your eyes wander while he speaks, you’ve never really been in his office. It’s a standard room, barely decorated and of course, tidy. His desk was positioned on the same wall as the door. So that’s how he knew you were knocking..“Uhm. I was wondering.. do you.. wanna eat together?”

LUNCH, EAT, TOGETHER?

You ask, trying to keep your voice steady

He stares at you blankly and just when you think he’s about to tell you to get lost, he shrugs. “Whatever, don’t make it weird” he nods his head in the direction of an extra chair on the other side of the room. You smile and drag the chair over to his desk.

That’s how it starts.

The next day, you’d ask to eat together again. Over the next few days, it becomes routine. Around lunch, you’d head up to his office with your container, and the two of you would sit and eat together. The conversation, at first seems sparse but becomes easier and easier, soon flowing naturally.

He asks about interpreting, your day, your annoying habit of over-explaining things when you’re nervous. And you learn things about him too. Like how he experiments with different recipes because cooking is one of the few things that lets him focus. Or how he prefers silence over small talk, but somehow doesn’t seem to mind when it’s you filling the quiet.

One day, mid-bite, he suddenly says, “Stop calling me Dynamight.” You blink, caught off guard. “I’m sorry?” Your hand forms a fist, rubbing it against your chest with raised brows, signing as you speak.

He glares at you, though it lacks its usual edge. “You’re not on the damn clock when we’re eating. Just call me Bakugo.” You hesitate, then nod, a small smile creeping onto your face. “Alright, Bakugo.”

Talia, however, notices this change almost immediately. Somehow when lunch time rolls around you’re nowhere to be found. She misses your time together.

“Girl, where the hell have you been?” She asks one evening as you pass her desk to go home. “What happened to our lunches? You cheating on me?” She smirks

You flush, “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I haven’t been communicating” you facepalm. “I’ve been having lunch with Bakugo these past few days, to thank him for the meals and everything”

“Ohhh so it’s Bakugo now?” She tease, leaning forward on her desk. “Sooo when’s the wedding?” You groan, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Talia!” “What? I need to know when I’m supposed to object, can’t have dynamight taking my girl” she giggles.

You roll your eyes but can’t help a small smile.

“It’s nothing, really. We’re coworkers having lunch.” You’re not lying, that’s exactly what it was. Even if deep down you maybe wanted it to be more. Talia smirks knowingly. “Uh-huh. Sure.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m serious! And I’m really sorry for ditching you. I promise—lunch together at the end of the week. Deal?”

She crosses her arms, pretending to consider it. “Hmm, I guess I can forgive you. But only if you bring the juicy details.” “Talia!” you groan again, but she just laughs as you wave goodbye, her teasing words echoing behind you.

You sit across from Talia in the same cafe as usual. Catching up for the first time in what seems like forever. You really do feel bad about ditching her, she’s the one great thing that’s come from taking this job.

“So,” she begins, resting her chin on her hand. “How’s lunch with Dynamight been? Does he chew with his mouth open or something?”

You roll your eyes, laughing softly. “He’s not bad, actually. Quiet. Focuses more on the food than talking, which honestly, I appreciate. Less pressure to fill the silence. But I do it anyway.. it’s like the words keep coming out… I can’t stop talking”

She gasps, throwing her hand on her chest mockingly “THE Dynamight? Quiet? I fear a may faint!”

You chuckle and playfully push hit her arm that’s still resting on the table. “Well, to be fair,” you say, grinning, “he mostly spends it making sure I’m eating, sooo.”

“Ohhh,” she drawls, raising her eyebrows. “So he’s looking out for you now, huh? Bet he’s making sure you’re eating all your vegetables too.” “I think he wants to make sure I’m enjoying it. He likes cooking and I know if I could cook well I’d probably do the same thing” you respond matter of factly.

“Sure,” Talia says, drawing the word out with an exaggerated smirk. “And you don’t think it’s because he has a little crush?” You roll your eyes again, fighting the warmth creeping up your neck. “He’s just being a decent coworker. That’s all.”

“Mmhmm,” she hums, clearly not convinced. “Let me know when the wedding invites go out. I’m definitely objecting. Even if I’m the maid of honor”

You snort, tossing a napkin at her. “Can we eat now, or are you just going to keep embarrassing me?”

Talia raises her hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you eat in peace…for now.”

Just as you’re about to dig into your food, your phone buzzes on the table. Without thinking, you pick it up, glancing at the unsaved number. The message reads:

“Where are you? It’s lunch. You’re not here.”

You blink, confused. “What the—” Talia hums in curiosity. “I just got a text but I don’t have this number saved” you turn your phone screen so she can see too. She narrows her eyes as she leans closer to read the message, then they widen. “Oh my god. That’s him. That’s Dynamight. Bakugo.”

Your stomach drop. “What? How would he even get my number?” Talia gives you a look. “Girl, I know you’re not that slow. He’s one of the top heroes in the country. If he wanted your number, he could definitely find it.”

“Well?” She nudges you. “Are you gonna text back or not?” “I.. what.. what do I even say??” You respond, growing more flustered. “How about, ‘Sorry, I ditched you for my real soulmate, Talia’?” she says with a smirk.

You try to just roll your eyes, but can’t help but let out a chuckle and type out a quick response.

“Sorry, I’m at lunch with a friend today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The reply comes almost instantly.

“You could’ve told me.”

Your stomach drops again, and Talia laughs, leaning back in her chair. “Oooooo he’s mad. You’re in troubleeee” her grin only growing wider. “He probably misses his lunch buddy,” she adds with a mock pout. “So tragic.” you give her a glare.

Your groan, plopping down your phone and caging your head in your arms on the table. “Why is he even texting me? And why do I feel bad about this?”

Talia smirks, sipping her drink. “Because you’re catching feelings, babe. Don’t fight it.” You glare at her again over the rim of your hands, but she just laughs harder. You flip your phone over, trying to refocus on your lunch. However, you don’t really feel hungry anymore.

The next day feels…off. You can’t put your finger on it at first, but the energy in the room is different. When you arrive, Bakugo barely glances at you. There’s no gruff greeting, no container of food shoved into your hands with a muttered excuse about “making too much.”

By lunch, the tension feels suffocating. You glance at him a few times, hoping for some kind of acknowledgment, but he doesn’t even look in your direction. He eats alone in his office while you sit in the break room, absently picking at a salad you don’t even want.

You replay yesterday in your mind, Was it because I skipped lunch? Is he that mad about it?

But that doesn’t make sense. He’s Dynamight, not some clingy guy who cares about a missed meal. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve messed something up.

He doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t greet you. Doesn’t offer you food.

It’s petty, and he knows it. But he’s pissed—mostly at himself. Yesterday, he let his guard down, let you get under his skin. He shouldn’t have cared where you were or who you were with, but he did. And that pissed him off even more.

So today, he shuts it down. Keeps things professional. Cold.

He tells himself it’s better this way. Keeps you at arm’s length, avoids the growing distraction you’ve become. You’re his interpreter, not his friend. Not someone he should care about. By the time the day ends, he’s still mad. Mad at you for skipping lunch yesterday, mad at himself for caring, and mad that he can’t stop thinking about the way your face fell when he brushed you off.

The next day feels longer , the tension in the air weighing heavier with each passing hour. Bakugo barely acknowledges you, responding only when necessary and only about work. No snide remarks, no shared looks during meetings, and definitely no container of food shoved into your hands.

You try to brush it off, but the absence of his usual gruffness is almost worse than when he was barking at you. By the time lunch approaches you’ve convinced yourself you should just let it go. But as you gather your things, you glance toward his office door, slightly ajar. Before you can stop yourself, you’re knocking.

“Come in,” his voice calls, low and gruff as always.

You push the door open. He’s sitting at his desk, hunched over a stack of papers, his eyes darting around them rapidly, his attention fixed anywhere but on you.

“Sir,” you start, trying to keep your tone neutral, “is everything… okay? You’ve been—”

OK, YOU?

“Busy,” he cuts you off without looking up. He’s not even paying attention to what you’re saying.

You narrow your eyes and bang your hand on his desk twice to get his attention. His head snaps up at that. “Busy enough to ignore me?” His crimson eyes narrow. “I’m not ignoring you.”

“Wow! Could’ve fooled me,” you mutter under your breath, knowing he can’t hear it. Bakugo has read lips long enough to pick that up, even if you’re not signing. For a long moment, there’s silence. You expected him snap, have some witty remarks like usual. Instead his face falls.

“didn’t think you’d care,” he says finally, his voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. Your eyes widen.“Care? I thought I did something wrong.. I-“ your hands stammer. “you didn’t.” He cuts you off again. “Didn’t wanna bother you. Figured you’d rather spend time with your friend or whatever”

His admission hits you hard, this…this is almost vulnerable? you’d never seen him like this. You knew this wasn’t easy for him to say.

“S-sir..” you stop. “Bakugo.. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” you say softly. “You’re not a bother.”

He mutters, incoherently, shifting in his seat a bit. You can tell he’s don’t talking and you take that as your cue to leave. You shake your hand in the air to get his attention again. “By the way,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I had lunch with my friend that day because I’d been ditching her for you. So… take what you will from that.”

You pause for a beat, your hands coming to a halt, your eyes meeting his, then turn on your heel and slip out the door without another word.

Later that evening, you linger longer than usual, pretending to be caught up in some last-minute paperwork. In reality, you’re waiting for the office to quiet down, for everyone else to leave. When you finally approach his door again, it’s shut, but you can hear faint movement inside.

You push it open a crack, peeking through, and your breath catches.

He’s standing in front of the mirror on the far wall, hands moving clumsily through a set of signs. His brows are furrowed, his jaw tight, frustration radiating off him in waves. He’s got that same notebook he was hunched over propped open on the desk beside him, glancing between the pages and his reflection.

“Fuck.” He mutters, shaking out his hands and trying again. You watch for a moment, something warm blooming in your chest. He hasn’t noticed you yet, and you almost feel bad for interrupting. Almost.

You shake you hand in the air to get his attention.

“You’re improving,” you say softly, your hands moving as you speak.

YOU, BETTER!

His eyes widen, caught completely off guard. For a split second, he looks ready to bark at you, but then his expression softens, just barely.

“Should’ve locked the damn door,” he grumbles, closing the notebook with a snap. You smile, stepping closer. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

His eyes meet yours, something lingering there and for once, there’s no anger, no irritation. Just honesty. “Yeah, I did.”

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. Instead, you settle for a small nod, the weight of the moment saying more than words ever could.

“Thanks,” you whisper after a beat, your palm faces you, fingers touching your chin before bringing your hand away from your face.

THANK YOU.

and this time, he doesn’t look away as a small, rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Katsuki Bakugo would never admit it, but he trusted you. And maybe—just maybe—he was starting to let you in.

This is soooo so long omg I’m sorry!! Also the sign is super basic bc he wouldn’t know.. I feel like I needed to say that lmaoo I hope anyone who reads this enjoyed!

Dedicating this to my luver @mimzyu and also @poemeater since Leigh encouraged me to start writing not too long ago <3

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