#bakugo headers

[luviisabella]

“Mm you’re home” you nuzzled yourself closer to him as he sat on the bed, his weight shifting your body to fall against him.

“Hey.. im sorry I came so late, didn’t think they’d need me for that long.” his voice was soft, his hand coming to gently stroke your cheek as you reached for his hand.

“Let me shower first and then we-“ but before he could get up you huffed in response, all he could do was sigh and look at the pout that sat on your face as you laid with your hands open.

He hesitantly placed his left hand in between yours, the size difference almost funny. His hands were so rough, beaten up too, and covered in scars that you always kissed.

You cupped his hand with your smaller ones and brought it close to you, slowly closing your eyes and just admiring his presence.

He couldn’t help but smile at you before looking over at the window, a display of stars that filled the sky and late city lights still shining and streets occupied with people.

—

“Im proud of you.”

The words caught him off guard, he didn’t look at you, for some reason he couldn’t, his eyes still stuck on the stars.

“You’re a great hero kats and an even greater boyfriend. You always do your best to balance everything out and I see that. I see you.”

You begin tracing a small heart in his palm and he can’t help but shudder at the sensation.

“I love you.” and you held his hand a little tighter this time as you brought it back to your face once more.

There was a moment of silence and that’s when he realized why he recently enjoyed looking at the stars.

Because each one reminded him of you, the reasons he loved you, cared for you, wanted you.. needed you.

This time he turned to look at you, but your eyes were closed, already back to sleep.

—

“I love you too.”

(I love soft katsuki, he loves you so much, and he really does his best to remind you all the time. You’ll always be his favorite star.)

[sonichugs]

Could you make a black and white bakugo layout?? Thank you!

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─ 爆豪勝己 !!

black & white

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[shinclub]

bakudeku headers & icons ♪!!

[yu2ki]

熱い火 ⚔️

[anaharaeicons]

sim, sou eu de novo💗. tô vestindo meus perfis com seus icons. Dessa vez que tal icons do bakugou de my hero academia? (ficaria feliz com alguns headers tbm👀)

͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ⚘ Katsuki Bakugo 𐪞 BNHA ( icons e Header)

[tsukiko26]

Katsuki Bakugou Header

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[oratokyosaigunda]

transparent Midoriya, Bakugo, and Todoroki header from Saikyo Jump

[luviisabella]

BOOM 💥 BOOM 💥 BOOM 💥

The sounds of explosions filled the hallways as the sound grew closer.

His hands gripping each side of the door frame to your shared bedroom.

“WHAT HAPP-“ and before he could finish his statement he was met with a bear.

Two really small and chunky bears.

“I saw these cute little bear onsies on tik tok and thought ‘why not?’ So I got them and look how cute the twins are !!” you held them both in your arms as you presented them to your husband. Your daughter on the right who gave him a gummy smile and your son who wouldn’t stop “chewing” on his fingers.

Bakugou couldn’t help but sigh, his heart nearly sinking to his ass when he heard you screaming for him to come quickly.. but this was worth it.

Seeing his beautiful partner and kids, smiling, happy, and healthy. There’s nothing more he could ask for.

He was rich in life and not just because he was a pro-hero.

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[yongblock]

mi kacchan t amo tantísimo melocotón

headers icon by me

[sonichugs]

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─ かつき !!

orange + white

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[zazter-den]

See Options Below. First/Only Interaction Votes Welcome, Not Closed to Moots.

Option One: Hybrid!Izuku really is just your new coworker. Thinks Katsuki is too mean for a sweet thing like you. Clark Kent of the café, dreams of your thighs wrapped around his neck if you just gave him the chance. Izuku is a polite but firm wall between you and Katsuki when the tiger hybrid visits the shop.

Option Two: Unbeknownst to you, Hybrid!Izuku is the actual owner of the café. Noticing you behind the scenes, he decided to "apply" as a barista to spend time with you. Hates Bakugou making trouble for his barista, in his café. Ready to leg sweep Bakugou, and then passive-aggressively ask "Kacchan" if he ok when his ass hitting the ground makes you turn around. Once you're closing up, he's itching to bend you over the counter and slurp til the cool stone is the only thing keeping you up, your legs turned wobbly jelly 2 orgasms ago.

Either choice: Izuku is gonna love scenting you with citrus and evergreen, convincing you he's the better choice, and quick to point out to Bakugou that you're unmated and fair game. For Now.

Context: Cat Bath pt. 1

[seaborgium-dazies]

the mating game ♡ mdni

mha timeskip characters' favorite positions

f!reader

now playing: the mating game - bitter:sweet

🌊: deku, bakugo, iida, todoroki, kirishima

deku:

Missionary all the way. You may think that our green haired boy loves missionary in a vanilla way but he will be doing the most extra shit. Vibrator pressed against your clit, eyes blindfolded, hands restrained, he makes the notoriously vanilla position sinfully kinky. Also I think he would switch positions like crazy during sex. We all know he's very high energy so he WILL wear you out. Have fun!

bakugo:

He loves fucking you while holding you against a wall. Bro loooves energetic sex that leaves you both panting and speechless. The type of sex where you knock lamps over, break desks and everything else that comes in your way. He has a steel bed frame because he has broken it way too many times 😭 He has a soft spot for angry sex too (who's surprised? Noone).

todoroki:

Todoroki is a SUCKER for slow cowgirl sessions. When he can see your face and watch your boobs bounce he's the happiest dude on the planet. More often than not he also gets sappy and wants to hold your hand(s) during sex and since that's easily possible he loves it even more.

kirishima:

Standing. Or anything else that shows off his strength. No matter how much you weigh I can safely tell you kirishima would pick you up during sex. Seeing himself completely support your body weight makes him really happy and horny . Still his movements would be precise and calculated. He really wants to give you the best possible experience.

iida:

Spooning or from the side! Iida really loves slow and sensual sex where he's in control. He loves knowing that he's making you feel good / doing it correctly and seeing your face so up close really helps him with that 🫢.

characters referred to are post timeskip!

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[sttm99]

You've always noticed Bakugo.

Easily.

You almost took it as a thing of pride, having been able to see the potential so easily. When you were all fifteen-year old first years, you could so easily tell he was handsome. Your teenage eyes always seemed to search for him in every class, every room.

He was brash and unpolished, loud, obnoxious, and an all-round piece of shit. But that stupid, wattpad-infested, schoolgirl mind of yours couldn't help but eat it up.

You could never muster up the courage to talk to him, though. He was mean, and you weren't like Mina or Kirishima that could hang out with him and not be bothered by it.

So you settled with admiring him from afar, keeping your attraction to yourself and never really coming into the space that is Katsuki Bakugo throughout your first year.

Second year was the year you had your first encounter with him. It was in the final months of the year, when you two had been paired together for a project.

He came over to your table at the end of the school day with his bag lazily slung over his shoulder as he stood above you by your desk.

"My room this evening. 6:30. We'll start then and see how far we can go." He tells you swiftly, in that voice that had begun to crack already, eliciting slightly more mature thoughts from you.

"Sure." You murmur as you looked up at him.

He turned around and left immediately, not once turning back to look at you, his other friends following him out the door.

You knocked on his door at 6:33, foregoing your uniform for a simple, little t-shirt and plaid trousers. He opened the door almost instantly, ushering you in and shutting it quick behind you.

"This is how it's gonna go-" He begins as he takes a seat on his desk, powering up his computer. You take the small moment where he's facing away to admire his back, his shoulders bare from the sleeveless tee he has on.

When he turns back, your face is back to a blank stare, eyes directed towards the poster he has above his bed. It's an all might one, and you think you remember it being limited edition, an expensive one that was hard to get a hold of.

"Oi, over here." He scolds you, and you turn back to him.

"Sorry," you mumble, as you step over to him, standing between his desk and his bed.

He glances at you, taking in what you're wearing. "You can sit on my bed. Those aren't outside clothes, right? So it's fine."

You slowly sit on his bed as he begins to open up a Word document. The project was for history class, and you two had gotten a time period you were disgustingly educated in.

Bakugo had already started the work, surprising you a bit. He began pointing out what he'd already done, and what you'd be doing to complete it.

"And-"

"This is wrong, by the way." You cut him off.

Bakugo looks at you slowly, a scowl taking over his pictures. "Wrong?"

You nod, your shyness melting off in the presence of your intelligence. "Yeah. This -" You point to a paragraph header. "- didn't start happening until about 50 years later - 54 specifically, actually. So, if you talk about the monarch right before this, it would look weird cause he couldn't have come into power without this practice."

Your eyes are on the laptop, pointing out mistakes and making corrections. And for the first time since you started at UA, Bakugo noticed you.

It was a subtle switch, where he went from seeing you to actually noticing you; from hearing to listening.

Were you always this smart?

Was your voice naturally that way?

Have you always smelled so good?

The evening ended with you making suggestions and adding about three paragraphs to the work.

And as he closed his eyes to sleep, all Bakugo saw was you.

This is five years past. Mina had invited a small group of them to her apartment for a mini reunion, and just like in his room years before, Bakugo noticed you.

He noticed you standing in Mina's kitchen by the sink, washing off the sauce Denki had accidentally spilt over your palms, whilst the others were in Mina's living room playing a game of charades.

"Hey." You turn to look at Bakugo by the door.

It wasn't like you'd suddenly become friends after the project you two had done together, but you could tell he'd warmed up to you a bit. He looked at you sometimes, more often than before, and didn't look away immediately after making eye contact.

Sometimes, he'd ask your opinion on something(you liked when he did. He valued what you had to say), or he'd make some side comment about you when you'd pass him in the hall sometimes. But they weren't regular Bakugo mean. He was warming up to you, in his own Bakugo away, but warming up nonetheless.

"Hi." You say back to him, turning off the tap before going to wipe your hand with some paper towels.

"Haven't seen you in a bit," Bakugo mumbles as he steps closer, leaning his hip against the counter, some few feet away from you.

Whilst he came into the spotlight, bright and loud like his quirk, you'd decided to follow Aizawa's footsteps and become an underground hero instead- foregoing the limelight for a career in busting crime rings and fucking up drug lords.

You shrug, not really looking at him, your eyes instead focusing on your hands as you dried them.

You'd grown out of your little crush quickly after graduation. Even though you could appreciate just how blindingly handsome he was, just as you'd expected, he didn't have your heart racing anymore, didn't get your palms sweaty.

Sure, maybe the sight of his veiny forearms and large shoulders did something to your stomach, but you knew the difference between pure lust and actual romantic feelings.

"Kind of the point of my work, don't you think?" You ask rhetorically.

He shrugs back. "How's it going, anyways?"

It's not something he can do, the whole underground thing. His quirk isn't quite right for it, and neither is his personality. And with how his time in UA went, he was far too recognizable to go undercover anywhere.

But he could appreciate that you were good at what you did. He wouldn't admit it, but he did keep up with some of the people he didn't bother talking to after graduation. Just a few - Deku and Todoroki - sometimes he'd look at what Uraraka and Jiro are doing.

Admittedly, he checked up on you far more often than he was willing to expose. He knew a lot of your missions and was eerily familiar with your high success rate, too.

"It's fine." You say as you throw the towel into the bin and lean back against the counter behind you, your palms holding the edge as you looked at Bakugo. "Not so glamorous, a bit scary sometimes, I guess, but- that's hero work, isn't it?"

He hums, and at the back of his mind, he hopes the others don't bother coming to look for either of you soon.

"I guess so. But hey, you've been doing good." He admits.

You raise a brow and are unable to keep the smirk off your face. "You've been following up on me?" There's a teasing lilt to your voice which Bakugo had never encountered before. The tilt of your lips changes the entire dynamic of your face.

You're less melancholic now, more sultry and seductive, and it's pulling him in without him understanding why. It's something he'd never seen from you in UA, and he wonders... what else has he not seen from you?

He scoffs at your words, folding his arms over his chest as he stares you down. "I keep up with hero news."

You chuckle a bit. "You're doing well, too, though."

He shrugs. "Thanks, I guess. 'M just waiting for all those old geezers to fucking retire."

You laugh aloud at that.

Bakugo sees Kirishima step into the doorframe behind you. He glares quickly, purposefully as you're not focused on him, still laughing. He's signalling for Kirishima to leave - he doesn't want this moment with you to end just yet.

The redhead complies, not without shooting Bakugo a sly look.

As you turn back to him, his disposition is different. He's less put off, and he's gotten closer. "So -" He starts, drumming his fingers over the countertop"- what are you doing after this?"

And you smile at him, in that sly, sultry way you did before. "It's up to you now, isn't it?"

This most probably won't have a part 2. I just wanted to get it out of my drafts.

[nemisuki]

Stay By Me

Synopsis || When the crowded trains are the worst part of their date, or so he thought... maybe they aren't so bad after all.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, no smut or angst, physical touch, protective bkg, clumsy reader, aged up to seniors, dating au, short fluff oneshot, silly moments, he’s just a lil guy, 601 word count

The sound of closing doors echoed throughout the cart, the confined space being filled with its bustling passengers of all ages and sizes.

Perhaps choosing to go on a date on the weekend wasn't the smartest idea for a couple such as themselves, who much prefer a quiet ambience.

"Tch, so many damn extras."

His attitude is visible towards those unfortunate enough to accidentally make eye contact with him, his signature scowl so intimidating that they avert their gazes elsewhere.

"We only have a few stops, don't worry!"

She softly hums at the music vibrating in her headphones as the train slowly begins leaving the station.

He grunts in response to her words, already looking up at the sign for the number of stops left, his patience already thinning out.

The cart sways back and forth as it descends out the tunnel, rays of sunlight creeping through the glass and lighting up the interior of the train.

The soft melody heard through his single earbud — courtesy of their joint playlist the lovebirds are listening too right now — only adds to the serene beauty of the sights outside.

As it shifts to the romantic chorus of the song, her gaze drifts up to his expressionless face, his eyes looking out towards the city below.

He is the epitome of perfection.

Her eyes soften as she studies the intricate facial features that make up that stunning look of a face, no shame whatsoever as she fights the urge to nibble on those puffy cheeks of his.

So it's no shocker when the blonde looks down at her, as if feeling the intense stare from his side.

"What?"

He raises a brow at her — complete confusion dawning upon him — and tilts his head to the side, urging her to explain.

And so she does.

"Nothing, just that you're really handsome Katsuki!"

The blonde gives her a deadpan expression — one that she's grown too familiar with these past couple of years to understand — its purpose to conceal his bashfulness under the stoic mask.

He scoffs with fake distaste at her compliment.

"I love you~" she mouths towards him, knowing he'd hate for anyone to hear her sappy words in public.

She's been around him enough to know — he feels the same, in his own ways of course, despite the way he rolls his eyes, causing her to bite back a knowing smile.

The peaceful scene comes to a halt however, when the cart gets a bit too wobbly for her liking.

She stumbles around like many other unsuspecting victims in the train and quickly tightens her hold on the pole, assuming the small scare was over.

But knowing her clumsy self is bound to fall any second now, he pulls her figure right into his chest, securing the girl by resting his arm over her shoulder and holding her close.

Her eyes slightly widened with shock, the familiar scent of his cologne invading her nostrils, warming her body instantaneously at the affectionate gesture.

He's usually not one for PDA.

At the same time, a cheesy part of the love song plays through her headphones, making her giggle at the cliche look of it all.

Given he's listening to the same song simultaneously beside her, he avoids her cheeky gaze and instead focuses on the view outside the window.

Though she saw it before he put on his aloof expression. A small smile — as he gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze, reminding her just how much he cares.

"If your showing PDA now then... perhaps a kiss-"

"Yeah not happening."

So much for a cliche ending...

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[tsukiko26]

Dynamite Header

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[irisintheafterglow]

blood moonlit, must be counterfeit

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes. (pro!bakugo x you)

wc: 1.68k

cw/tags: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

note: NEW HALLOWEEN HEADER BABY also this idea had me by the throat so i needed to write it down before it consumed my entire psyche. i'm back to writing for bakugo again because iykyk and halloween fics are giving me a lot of motivation right now. hope you enjoy!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“I have to admit–your costume is pretty damn good.”

“Yeah? Just ‘pretty good?’”

“Mhmm. Almost looks like the real thing,” you remark, taking another sip of the dangerously sweet jungle juice in your cup. It's an unreadable mix of bad ideas and bold flirtation, perfect for a Halloween party of barely 21 adults. The blonde guy beside you on the worn leather couch tilts his head slightly like he's re-affirming what you just said in his mind. “I think the real Dynamight would be impressed.”

“Would he, now,” he huffs under his breath, mouth curling into an unreadable smirk. He exhales a quick breath of what you think is amusement through his nose, eyes flicking over your body for the umpteenth time since he sat down with you. It makes your face heat up and you casually avert your gaze downward, catching more details of his costume that you didn’t notice before. 

The gauntlets were obviously the star of the arrangement, covered in numerous scratches, burns, and dents that attested to their “battle” usage. The boots were impressive, too, and you wondered how long it took to place every individual orange eyelet over the front of each calf. The cinder block rectangles sitting on his broad shoulders truly looked like real stone, solid like the toned muscle holding them up. It was the domino mask that threw you off the most, though. The guy must have been wearing bright red contacts, or something, because to look so similar to the actual Pro should have been considered a crime. 

“Who’d you come to the party with?”

“Just some friends,” he replies, shrugging an infuriatingly sexy shoulder. His entire look was putting the real Dynamight to shame, in your opinion. He nods upward in the direction of a guy in an equally accurate Deku costume standing with a very convincing Shoto lookalike. “They dared me to wear this and I lost the bet.”

“Must have been some bet, if you’re moping over here like a toddler.” The shrewdness of your words escapes you until they’re already past your lips; thankfully, he just smirks again and leans his head back, resting an arm on the back of the sofa.

“I’ll ignore that you said that, 'cause you're clearly intoxicated” he mutters, shooting you a brutal side-eye. Thanks to the alcohol, though, you’re far from deterred. 

“How gracious,” you chuckle and his smirk gets a little more arrogant. “What was the bet?”

“Some dumb drinking contest. That asswipe in the green can put down more shots than he looks.” He scowls and you fight down the urge to giggle at his bitter expression. He was the only guy you’ve ever seen that could make a grumpy face look hot. The only guy besides Bakugo himself, of course. “I wouldn’t have worn this shit to a party to save my life.”

“What, Dynamight isn’t your favorite Pro?”

“I’m more of an All Might guy,” he replies nonchalantly. He appreciates the classic heroes. Good sign. “If I had to choose a different one, I’d probably say Jeanist.”

“Jeanist is pretty cool. My best friend had a cardboard cutout of Eraserhead in her closet growing up.” He barks out a laugh and it startles you, but a mysterious feeling in your stomach wants to make him do it again. “What do you think of the current gen of heroes?” He hums thoughtfully, running his tongue over his top lip and you swallow back your drool.

“Red Riot’s a good guy. Deku pisses me the fuck off, but he’s got a good head on his shoulders. Same thing with Pinky and that Half-and-Half asshat. Chargebolt…” His expression turns into a frown so deep you’re worried that Chargebolt killed his family or something heinous like that. 

“What about him?”

“He’s just dumb. If given the choice between his life and a grain of sand, I’d take the sand,” he deadpans and you choke unexpectedly, wincing as your drink travels up the wrong tube and into your nose. His eyes widened in concern, reaching out to pat your back but deciding against it at the last moment. His glove-covered hands hover around you like you’re radioactive matter, carefully watching as you regain your composure. “You good, nerd?” Uses the same vocabulary as the real guy, too. Kind of weird, but I guess we all have our idols. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I just didn’t expect you to badmouth him like you two were friends from high school or something,” you joke lightheartedly and the guy blinks at you twice before computing what you said. 

“It’s whatever. They’re super fuckin’ easy to read, in any case,” he states with an air of finality and you down the rest of your drink, the dim lighting starting to blur everything around you into a single greenish-orange blob. “What about you? What are your thoughts on the new gen?”

“I can’t make such bold judgments as you, but I do think Dynamight is pretty cool,” you admit, suddenly feeling a little bashful when having the same question turned on you. The truth was, you followed the lives of the heroes a bit too closely than the average person should. It fascinated you so much that you were majoring in Quirk-specific journalism, studying the social and economic consequences of being a Pro. “I think his public persona is an interesting case when compared to other heroes.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’d like to imagine that he’s not always the loud, arrogant, obnoxious piece of shit that the press shows,” you start and narrow your eyes in confusion when he flinches at your description. You continue anyway but choose your words a little more carefully. Probably isn’t good to upset the guy who might have fashioned functioning gauntlets, if the costume truly is accurate. “There’s a side to him that I think the public doesn’t know about and doesn’t care to know about, since it’s easier to understand him as a loudmouth with no sense of manners. I just wonder who that guy is under all the yelling and testosterone.” His silence is deafening and you worry that you somehow offended him, but his tone is so gentle that your assumption becomes an impossibility.

“Seems like you’ve given this guy a great deal of thought,” he says lowly, voice barely audible over the sound of the blaring house music. 

“Well, he is my favorite,” you add quietly, not expecting him to catch what you said. He does, though, and that mischievous smirk returns to his face. Somehow, you two had inched closer together over the course of your conversation, and you were now close enough to smell his cologne. It was something deep and smoky, with a surprise note of sweetness, like caramel. “I’ve been following his hero career since I was in high school.”

“I didn’t take you for a superfan, but I do appreciate your support,” he chuckles and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You seriously haven’t figured it out?”

“Figured what out?”

“That I’m Dynamight, stupid. This is my actual costume and those are my actual friends. Hell, I'm paying for this whole shitty party,” he says incredulously, genuinely shocked that you didn’t come to that conclusion already. Your skepticism, however, rears its head and you burst out into rude laughter. 

Dynamight? Yeah, right. More like Dyna-maybe. 

“Excuse me?” He stares at you like you’d grown three heads and your heart drops into your stomach. You must have said your thoughts out loud. Fuck! “You’ve got some nerve, testing the patience of a Pro.” His words, under any other circumstances, would have cut down your pride like a knife. However, his eyes were conveying a different story, one of lust and want and holyshityouwantedhim. “Got anything to say, sweetheart? Or are you gonna just keep gaping like a fuckin’ goldfish?” You abruptly snap your jaw back into place, leaning your head into your hand and smiling in triumph when his gaze again uncontrollably rakes over your body.  

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“See what, gorgeous?”

“That a Pro kisses better than a normal person,” you murmur and his pupils blow to the size of pool balls. He wastes no time, gently but firmly grabbing your chin with two fingers and pulling your mouth onto his. His lips are ridiculously soft and you muster up the courage to bite him softly, heartbeat racing when he groans into your mouth. One arm drapes itself over the back of the couch, the other pulling you as close to him as humanly possible without practically sitting on him. Your hand combs through his hair and the other keeps him on you by the back of his neck.

Right when you run out of breath, he pulls away and swears colorfully at the phone buzzing in his pocket, answering it with one hand while his forearm is still pressed against your lower back. You absentmindedly trace his jawline with a finger while he curses out the person on the other line, eventually chucking the device over his shoulder like it was the last thing he was thinking about. “You need to go somewhere, sweetheart?” He lightly pinches your side at your mockery and you jump, flicking his forehead in defiance. 

“Nah, that was a job for Dynamight. Right now, I guess I’m still fuckin' Dyna-maybe,” he rasps and leans back in to kiss you again but you push his face away, giving him as sober of a look as possible. “What?”

“If you need to go kick ass, then go kick ass. I’m just some random makeout at a party,” you remind him, painfully aware of the sting if he was to leave you alone. His expression contorts into indignancy again but you still try to convince him to alleviate whatever situation he was called in for. “Your job is more important than a hookup.”

“I don’t do hookups, dumbass. I’m interested in you,” he states plainly and your face is set on fire. The Pro, who you just insulted to his face, was interested in you? “So, let’s get out of here, yeah? I can make you dinner that isn’t shitty pizza.” His mouth breaks into a devilish grin and you’re already grabbing onto his hand like your life depended on it. 

“If someone messes with us?”

“It’s a good thing I’m already in costume.” 

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