Removing Makeup Is The Most Tedious Task Ive Ever Seen, The Skin Care That Comes After? Please, You Need

Removing makeup is the most tedious task I’ve ever seen, the skin care that comes after? Please, you need DISCIPLINE to get that shit done properly.

What if you are drunk though? The sedation is in your blood, you are slurring and you will pass out any moment. You had a fun night with your friends, but it was high time that you should’ve been home. Boyfriend Keigo coming to the rescue as he carefully carries you in his arms, flying slowly, so as to not initiate any symptoms of throwing up. He prefers flying in lower altitudes when he’s with you so his precious little baby doesn’t feel the icy cold of Japan nights high up the sky.

When you reach home, he is quick to remove your heels. Often wondering how the hell do you even dance in those… then looks at your face, glammed up, looking as beautiful as ever. It is not the face that he is used to, he is used to waking up to and sleeping next to his bare-faced beauty. However, he knows what’s to be done exactly. In those rare moments when he’s home early, he watches you like a Hawk :3 doing your normie night time routine.

Letting you fall asleep in the soft duvet of the bed, he takes out your makeup remover, cotton pads, removing every speck of your makeup, proceeding to cleanse your skin, putting your salicylic acid toner, maybe even retinol 🤷🏻‍♀️ then after he is done with all the shenanigans, he loves to apply lip balm to your lips and then kisses it softly, grinning proudly at his handiwork, watching your glossy, cleansed skin as he kisses your forehead. Soft, careful murmurs of how lucky he is to have you, how beautiful you are, how kind you are, how strong and inspiring you are to him; fill the room until he gives in to slumber. <3

hold this for me

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: ua students setting, gender neutral reader, swearing obviously, classmates/friends to lovers, bakugou is a tsundere through and through, i know the classrooms don’t have regular doors just bear with it.. slightly suggestive in the end, but this is just some mushy sappy shit for you all

analysis: you know, bakugou can do a lot with his hands. but he especially likes to hold things for you and only you.

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bakugou likes to hold stuff for you.

the first time you notice it is during a regular school day. the bell rings and that’s everyone’s cue to stand and depart from their desks to move on to lunch.

there’s the usual chattering from the dekusquad as they take their time to exit the classroom. bakugou and his friends aren’t that far off either, with the blonde grouching behind his gang as they move towards the door.

you’re trailing behind them leisurely, and that’s when you see it.

the door swings slightly and you’re about to raise your arm up to push it back to continue walking when a hand catches it and stops it from closing any further.

you blink once, twice—and see that the hand belongs to a certain blonde. bakugou stares at you a second too long; red irises unreadable before you hear his signature scoff and he turns away.

“you’re such a slow ass,” is all you get before he’s sauntering after his friends, and you narrowly dodge the door as it falls shut.

did he just hold the door open for you?

before you can call him out on it, he’s already down the hall, sneering at kirishima who had placed his hand on his shoulder.

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the second time you notice it is during training. the heat is sweltering—literally everyone is panting and sweating and you’re sure one of your classmates is gonna pass out from heat exhaustion.

thankfully, aizawa is nearly done with today’s session. it’s obvious that the sleep-deprived teacher isn’t fond of today’s weather either.

most of your classmates, along with yourself, had tossed your gym jackets aside on the floor, but with the session finished, you figure you might as well grab yours from the pile.

you turn and nearly crash face first into bakugou’s chest.

“ow-! bakugou? what’re you-” you splutter and barely have time to actually ask what he’s doing before he’s shoving your jacket into your arms. and then you splutter in surprise some more.

“here, dumbass.” that’s all he has to say, glaring down at you intensely. (seriously, is he always scowling? it’s like he’s staring into your soul or something.)

“oh- uh, thanks?” you gather your jacket into your arms and then tie it around your waist. shit, he’s still standing there. “…you really didn’t have to.”

his arms are crossed when you look at him again. “yeah, yeah. go drink water or something. you look like you’re gonna pass the fuck out.”

(yikes. maybe you were the one who looks like they’re gonna pass out from heat exhaustion if bakugou is wasting his time to tell you that.)

your nose scrunches up. “right.”

and before you can say anything else, he’s storming away, hands shoved in his pockets ‘n all. some of the others usher over to you, bombarding you with questions, and realization dawns on you.

“what’d he say to you?”

“did bakugou just give you your jacket?”

“did he say anything else?”

(despite all the talking, you also realize that had been bakugou’s own little way—albeit a little gruff—of telling you to take care of yourself.)

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the third time you notice is all it takes for you to actually realize it.

the entire class had somehow managed to plan out a night at the movies over the weekend. what is even more surprising to you is that kirishima had somehow convinced bakugou to go.

(what you didn’t know at the time was that kiri had actually teased the explosive blonde that he’d be sitting next you. bakugou for sure as hell wasn’t gonna allow that.)

you’re running a little late to the theater—you really should have left with the others at the same time but you decided to get ready a bit later than you should’ve.

by the time you’re entering the theater, the previews are already playing on the big screen. you squint and try to catch sight of your classmates, walking along the rows of seats.

“oi, dumbass,” bakugou sneers to grab your attention, and you blink at him. he’s seated at the end of the row, away from the others, though they wave at you once they see you. he speaks again so you can look back at him, “i held up and saved this seat for you. sit your ass down already.”

you stare at him for a couple of seconds, dumbfounded. he, bakugou katsuki, wants you to sit next to him? the question must be written all over your face because he scowls. “come on- fucking sit down already!”

if it weren’t for the darkened lighting, you might have seen the pink on his cheeks as you giggle and make yourself comfortable for the next hour or so. “thanks, bakugou! you really didn’t have to save me a seat, y’know.” it makes you feel all warm that he did, though.

he slouches in his seat (somewhat towards you) and shoves his cheek into his palm. “fuckin’ whatever,” he mumbles, trying to play it off, “if you talk too much during the movie, i’ll kick your ass.”

and as you cast him a sideways glance, you snort in amusement. “whatever you say, bakugou.”

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you realize he likes holding stuff for you.. even if vehemently denies it with everything he has. with every fiber of his being. just like how he is right now with a bouquet of flowers.

“it’s not like it’s anything special! just fuckin’ take it, dumbass!” he threatens, looking at anything and everything but you, “‘fore i change my goddamn mind.”

he’s awkwardly standing in the doorframe of your dorm room after you had answered his knocking. he’s in his regular clothes, nothing too fancy, but you’re looking at him like he had just offered you the world.

“well?” his voice is loud but clearly racked with uncertainty, and you’re pretty sure that if he holds the flowers any longer they’re gonna burn up.

your heart flutters at his flustered state, and you decide to relieve him of his nervousness, however cute it makes him, and take the flowers from him with a genuine smile. “i love them. thank you, katsuki.”

his eyes then meet yours all wide before he’s grumbling again. “yeah, yeah. your welcome.”

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you decide to test it out, even though you’re now in a committed relationship with the red-eyed blonde.

now, bakugou is a refined chef. (or so he claims.) young man could whip up a lot of good meals thanks to his skills in the kitchen. so what does he do? he drags you over to help him.

though, it seems like some of the stuff you need is missing, so you go digging around the cabinets ‘n drawers as your boyfriend lingers over your shoulder.

“dumbass,” he grunts, “are you even sure it’s in there?” his tone is all accusatory as you start rummaging through one of the cabinets for a certain pot.

“i’m sure, ‘suki!” you insist, pulling and taking some things out. “hold on, hold this stuff f’me.”

all he does is grunt in confirmation and that’s all you need. sure, you can simply place them onto the counter but letting bakugou hold them for you is way more fun.

by the time you were done emptying out the cabinet, your boyfriend is balancing a complicated stack of pans, pots, and other tupperware in his arms. “the fuck, dumbass?” he scolds you, growling, “hold on-!”

you can’t help but burst into laughing until the small tower of stuff wobbles and you make a loud mess in the kitchen.

yes, he still likes holding stuff for you—even if you’re a little shit sometimes.

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now, you’re pretty confident that you know he likes holding anything for you. like, pretty confident. (it doesn’t hurt to still test it out, though. you like to keep him on his toes sometimes.)

you’re walking alongside him back to the dorms after a grocery run. it had first started as an adventure to grab bakugou’s precious spicy ramen and your favorite snacks, before his “stupid extras” of friends asked for some stuff too.

“katsu,” you coo at him to get his attention sweetly. you know it takes very little for him to listen to you, and you like to use that to your advantage. “can you hold this for me?”

bakugou turns his head and raises a brow expectantly at you. “tch. what is it?” he grunts, already willing.

you offer up your free hand with a stupid grin.

two seconds pass and then his face immediately flushes with the realization of what you want him to hold. “if you wanted to hold hands, you could’ve asked like a normal person, weirdo,” he grumbles, but he takes your hand nonetheless and twines your fingers with his.

you raise your joined hands together to press a kiss against his knuckles. “thanks, katsuki.”

his blush deepens as he tilts his chin up in feigned annoyance. “don’t even have to ask, idiot.” yet, there’s fondness that coats his voice.

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it’s in the dead of night that you ask bakugou katsuki to hold one more thing for you.

the moonlight dances over the expanse of bakugou’s room through the window. there’s the sound of crickets and their songs outside too.

but you and katsuki are only focused on each other, lost in each other’s touch. there’s only hushed whispers and soft caresses between the two of you.

and as you kiss him, you ask him to hold your heart.

which he gladly does, because if anything, bakugou katsuki loves to hold things for you.

Not me thinking about…

How nervous you are stepping into Katsuki Bakugou’s apartment for the first time. The first time for anything in a new relationship is scary, but when you’re in someone’s apartment you see how they take care of themselves.

You’re not sure what to expect, but as you walk into the door you know for sure that it wasn’t this. It’s just perfect…

It’s spotless, but not in a bare way. You’ve always known that Katsuki has a great sense of style, and it’s reflected in his home as well. 

There is a lack of suspiciously stained furniture and miss matched kitchen utensils. Everything seems to come in sets. Purposefully purchased. His kitchen doesn’t smell like reheated microwave ramen either. The lingering smell of delicious cooking wafts through the air like he had just cooked a meal for himself.

you could’ve stood there for hours, just analyzing how His apartment seems to fit him. But then you hear his gruff voice calling to you from down the hallway asking if you’re going to come in or if are you just going to stand in the doorway all day.

You don't notice the way he keeps rubbing his nervously sweaty palms on his pants.

With a smile, you walk in and ask for a tour. The confidence mark on his face filters for a second before he shrugs and shows you each and every room in his apartment.

Everything is remarkably clean as well, almost as if he spent a better part of the day getting ready for you to visit. But why would he do that?

(he did of course, but you don’t need to know that.)

By the time you’re done with the tour, the amount of observational compliments that you’ve given him has made his cheeks turn pink. He blames it on the heating system but you feel fine.  But then, in a shaky voice, he asks if you really like his apartment.

Because he hopes you’ll be coming over a lot more now.

Dabi Kiss/Intimacy/Affection Headcanons

Dabi likes to bite/nibble a little bit when he kisses. Not enough that it would hurt, but he enjoys the little gasp of surprise when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth unexpectedly.

He's not too handsy when kissing (though he usually likes to keep a hand on the small of your back or waist if you're walking around). Usually he likes to hold hands, or cup your face, and also a fan of lazily keeping his arms around your shoulders or waist to just rest there.

Likes to make out to music. He doesn't have a specific playlist or anything but there are certain songs that make him feel like he needs a kiss or two more than others.

He's kind of a little shit so whenever he doesn't want to listen to Shigaraki or otherwise piss him off he'll steal a kiss right in front of him. It is at this point that Shigaraki asks for Kurogiri to send one or both of you into a volcano or something. He does not, but the sentiment remains.

Dabi doesn't like to mark. Most people think it's rather unexpected, but he has his own reasons about it. Why leave a mark when he'd rather burn you up from the inside out? He wants his kisses to leave their marks on your memory, so that his whole presence covers you even when there's nothing there to show. It's the ghost of him that leaves you wanting more, rather than anything like a hickey. Does not mind at all if you wanna mark him up though, but he won't be shy about it.

Either you in his lap, or him in yours, is all the same to him. There's nothing quite like sitting together, legs all tangled up in the same seat. If you guys are seated separately in a LOV meeting, eventually he's going to make his way to you. He really has no shame about it and he IS listening...he just needs the added incentive. Picture that IS THIS ALLOWED? vine for more context.

Tends to run his thumb pad of his finger over your hand while you're talking or doing other mundane stuff. It's not quite clear whether he knows he's doing it on purpose or not, but it's very sweet.

His favorite form of affection from you is kisses at the forefront, but he also has an especially soft spot from when you hug him from the back. It's nice to feel your heartbeat on his back, and maybe sway a little bit back and forth to music only the two of you can really hear. He also appreciates it when you can help him touch up areas of his skin he can't easily reach when he's burned. He wouldn't trust many people to do so, but it comes so easily with you. Applying some soothing burn cream to his back could make him fall asleep sooo easily.

Speaking of, he likes to let you use his arm as a pillow. He'll complain about his arm being asleep afterwards and tease you about it, but he still moves your head to lay there if you don't. If you absolutely MUST turn away from him while sleeping, he'll just be the big spoon and wrap himself around you. Since you're being difficult.

2:17 AM

“do you even know what time it is?!”

SHOYO is standing at your front door. 

his cheeks and nose are red from the cold and he’s covered in snow. there’s even snow stuck in his fluffy hair. his freezing cold hands are shoved deep into the pockets of the black coat he’s wearing— zipped up all the way as he tries to hide his mouth and chin under the collar of his shirt for warmth.

“hi.” he breathes out and you know you’re doomed.

because when he’s staring right back at you with stars in those big brown eyes of his and a sheepish smile on his beautiful face, you realize that it’s incredibly hard to be mad at SHOYO.

“what are you doing here?”

“s’wanted to see you.” he admits bashfully, looking at you through his eyelashes. he knows now, after months of unknowingly doing that—that this move will never fail to win you over.

“hurry up and get inside before i change my mind.” you grumble, moving to the side so he can squeeze past. in an instant, his eyes light up even brighter than before — if that’s even possible — and his smile is so wide that his eyes smile with him.

as you close and lock the door behind him, he’s already shrugging off his coat and hanging it up on the rack that’s hung up on the wall. you think that by the way he’s moving, he must’ve been wanting to come over all day. 

“you woke me up, y’know.” 

“oh, did i?” he asks, pretending to be sly about it. “i thought you’d be awake since you usually stay up so late.” he mutters out the side of his mouth while hastily untying his shoes. (he’s having a hard time because his fingers are numb from the cold)

“ok..well,” you cross your arms over your chest, watching as he places his shoes on the shoe rack. “i’m going back to bed.” 

this is routine. 

he follows behind as you walk into your bedroom. usually when SHOYO comes over to sleep in your bed, he’ll try to make small talk or ask how your day was, what you ate or if you had to deal with anything inconvenient at work. you’ll humor him, telling him every miniscule detail as he strips out of his outside clothes and change into the clothes he’s left behind at your place for this exact reason. 

by the time he’s changed clothes and is settling into the bed, he already has something sweet to whisper in your ear.

“i missed you today.” SHOYO whispers as he wraps his arms around you, cold hands sliding under your shirt and resting on your skin for warmth.

you shriek out his name and complain, but the both of you know how much you enjoy his touch — despite how cold his hands might be. 

and as he plants sweet kisses down your neck and whispers how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, you know deep down that there will never be a time where you will be able to deny him.

Bakugou Vs TikTok Trends Part Two: Diesel Park

“Okay so, I’m doing the diesel prank on Bakugou today, he’s genuinely gonna kill me,” you laugh as you set your phone up on the dash.

Bakugou got in the car and noticed your phone recording.

“Why is your phone recording?” He asked and cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh I was gonna film us listening to music while we drive to the beach, wanna put a montage together.” You smile, he buys the lie as he hands you the drink you wanted from inside.

“Did you fill the car up?” He asked, you nodded and take a sip.

“Yeah, I had to use the green handle one cause the other one wouldn’t work.”

Bakugou stopped mid putting his seat belt on.

“What.” He looked at you. You tried to read his expression.

“Yeah, the black handle didn’t work so I put in the green one. Here’s the receipt.” You handed him a piece of paper you had found it still stuck in the machine so it would work perfect. Bakugou read over the paper.

“Baby, I-“ he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Before he pointed out his window to the green handle that was clearly labeled diesel.

“That one. You used that one?” He asked

You nodded and set your drink in the cup holder. He groaned and sat back against his seat, a look of defeat on his face. He reached up to where his black ray band sunglasses were holding his hair back and pulled them down over his eyes. Katsuki started to bounce his leg a bit as he thought about what to do or say.

“I don’t understand?” You said softly and put a hand on his arm, you were trying so hard not to laugh. You messed with the sleeve of the black shirt he wore that hugged his biceps and faintly showed his abs. The gold chain you got him for Christmas, glittered against the sunlight

“Baby, that’s diesel.” He looked at you, your reflection caught in his glasses.

“You just.. you accidentally ruined the car. I don’t know if it’s gonna start now.” He sighed and started the car, it started right up.

“I’m just kidding.” You giggle and kiss his cheek. You give him the real receipt.

“I just did it for a TikTok.” Bakugou jokingly pushes you away.

“Stupid fuckin TikTok,” he muttered under his breath “play some fuckin music.”

It was funny because what trended online was how good Bakugou looks in black sunglasses, a black shirt and a gold chain. Which you have to agree, he looks sexy as fuck in