#bakushima fluff

[boopershnooper]

Bakugou isn’t into Valentines Day, an obvious and instant label received by the public and anyone that doesn’t know him. But luckily for you, you’re the exception. Along with his best friend Kirishima. Another label received by the public and people that don’t know them. Labels. They were the last thing on all of your minds as you cuddled up in the living room sharing one blanket. The house was a little chilly, Kirishima thinking that it would be the best way and excuse to get you all huddled together came up with the smart idea to leave one of the windows cracked open and now it’s jammed.

He was an idiot. He was your idiot. They both were. You thought looking at the ash blonde that held a stained scowl on his beautiful and enchanting face as he argued with the redhead on the clearly obvious classics for Valentines Day.

You sat there looking at the two of them. Your heart full and warm despite the cool air prickling your skin and goosebumps flitting along your skin. This was home and they were the best boyfriends that you could ever ask for. You let out a sigh in awe before you finally say for the first time that day, “I love you. Both of you.”

The blonde kisses the side of your temple and crimson haired himbo gave a dopey grin and kisses your cheek.

“I love both of you too. I wouldn’t trade you guys for anything in the world.” Kirishima says, his voice soft and warm as he wraps arm around yours and just reaching the end of Bakugo’s, sandwiching and squishing more in between the two men you were in love with.

You both look over at Katsuki, an expectant and giddy look on the both of your faces as his turns slightly red from all of the attention given to him by the two people that he-

“I love you two idiots too. Whatever. Let’s just watch the damned movie before I grow grey hairs.” He grumbles with his usual little scowl except this time his ears and face have become the same shade of red as the big loveable oaf beside you.

You give him a kiss on the cheek and then one to Kirishima’s nose. A content and happy sigh leaves your mouth, “Happy Valentines Day to both of the men I love and want to spend the rest of my life with.” A smile etched widely onto your lips and your hands intertwined with theirs.

Kirishima gives your hand a gentle squeeze with so much warmth and tenderness in comparison to the tolerable grip that Bakugo gives as if he was going to lose you if he let go.

Bakugo plays 50 First Dates and just like that you all fall back into a comfortable and loving pile.

[ao3-deviance]

Five Times Kirishima Kisses Bakugou's Hands

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The first time he does it, it's a joke. 

Bakugou and Kirishima are rough-housing, as they sometimes do, and Bakugou laughs as he shoves his palm into Kirishima's face. The tiny sparks popping off of his hand are nothing worrisome, he's not trying to actually hurt Kirishima, and the other would harden himself anyways. Instead, instinct leads Kirishima to lean up to kiss Bakugou's hand, right over his sparking palm, face half-hardened and smile wide. 

Bakugou is stunned in the moment, and Kirishima uses his distraction to get out of the other's hold and to pin him with his own arms. Bakugou doesn't even begrudge him the win, seemingly distracted, and Kirishima doesn't think anything more of it. 

The second time it happens, it's a strategic move. 

Bakugou is all anger, palms exploding, eyes focused on the target. It's been a bad day, between his internship and a test from Aizawa, and he's been practicing this one move for hours now. Kirishima has sat quietly and watched, unable to really help, but he wants to be there. 

It's nearing the three hour mark--the sun has long since set--when Kirishima decides enough is enough. Bakugou is frustrated, yes, but he's also trembling under the power of his own explosions, sweaty and exhausted from a long workout. 

Kirishima stands and steps forward in Bakugou's next lull period, grabbing Bakugou's wrist. 

“Oi–”

Kirishima leans down to kiss his knuckles briefly, eyes locked on Bakugou's. He squeezes Bakugou's hand in his own. 

“Let's go, Katsuki,” he says quietly. 

Bakugou deflates, relenting. He follows Kirishima out of the gym without argument. 

The third time, it's a gesture of intent. 

Kirishima didn't think he'd been subtle. All this time, he felt confident that he'd made his desires known, simply letting Bakugou lead them on the path they were headed down. It was, of course, inevitable that they'd end up together. 

It's late when things finally change. A late night on patrol meant Bakugou got back to the dorm after most people had gone to bed. Not Kirishima though, the redhead dozing on the couch as he waits. The door opening startles him awake, and he smiles when he sees Bakugou home.

“Welcome back,” Kirishima murmurs, standing and reaching out a hand. Bakugou accepts it, reaching back, and Kirishima lifts his hand to his face so he can kiss the warm palm, pressing his cheek into it afterwards. 

Bakugou watches him with dark eyes, only the dim nightlight in the kitchen giving them anything to see by. He steps closer, and Kirishima echoes him. 

“Thanks,” Bakugou whispers, and his breath wafts over Kirishima's lips. 

They're so close. This is how they've always been, orbiting closer and closer, never quite going over that edge. But Kirishima is tired of them avoiding the elephant in the room. He steps even closer, nose brushing Bakugou's. 

“Welcome back,” he repeats, dipping his head to press a soft kiss against Bakugou's lips. The blond returns the pressure, leaning just a bit more into the touch as Kirishima pulls back, keeping them together for just a moment longer. 

“About time,” Bakugou says, and he grins. 

Kirishima smiles back, and they hold hands as they head upstairs to bed. 

The fourth time, Kirishima is trying to be romantic. 

They've been together officially for nearly six months, and Kirishima is stressing about it. He's never experienced this, this overwhelming feeling of love for another. He wants to shout it from the rooftops, but he can't even get the words out in front of Bakugou. As soon as the blond looks at him, with that soft look saved just between the two of them, Kirishima loses track of every word he knows. 

They have a quiet night in, as usual, and it makes something in Kirishima so warm, for Bakugou to be so comfortable with him. He feels so full, so happy, and he reaches over to interrupt Bakugou's writing to take his hand and bring it to his face for a brief kiss. 

“What are you doing?” Bakugou asks, but he doesn't pull away, face flushing a little pink. 

“I really like you, bro,” Kirishima murmurs, smiling at him. “Like, so much.”

Bakugou's face is fully red now, and the other bites his lip. “I…do too. I mean, you too. I…like you too.” 

Kirishima grins, kissing the other's hand again because it's there and he can, before leaning over to kiss Bakugou's lips too. 

The fifth time, Kirishima is fully in love and ready to admit it. 

They've had ups and downs, but never once has Kirishima felt like they weren't on the right path. Bakugou and him were partners, teammates for life, and he couldn't imagine not having the other by his side. 

They're just walking, meandering over a bridge really, when Kirishima gently tugs Bakugou to a stop. The other looks back at him, and Kirishima smiles, lifting their joined hands so that he can kiss the back of Bakugou's.

“I love you,” he says, and it's the first time of many. He knows it. 

Bakugou's eyes widen a moment at the declaration before he seems to melt a bit, softening his edges in a way he only does for Kirishima. 

“Love you too, Ei,” he returns. 

Kirishima can't help but lean forward, free hand cupping Bakugou's face to kiss him soundly. He feels lighter than air, feels unbeatable, stronger than unbreakable. He hugs Bakugou tightly, lifting him and spinning them around as they both laugh. 

After that, Bakugou stops counting the number of times that Kirishima kisses his hands. His hands are weapons, bombs, but Bakugou feels Kirishima's precious trust every time the other brushes his lips against his hands, and even if he loses count of the times, it never stops causing a tiny spark of love to zip down his spine. 

[animlcrisscross]

Wanna Hold You Just For A While

One Shot

Preview:

He couldn't erase his grin as he walked in, almost giddy to see his best friend, the worry of the moment gone. 

“Hey, buddy.” Katsuki’s dad said as soon as he walked in. Eijiro stayed by the entrance, the feeling of nerves creeping back up on him as quickly as they had left. 

“I'm not fucking five, dad.” He heard Katsuki scoff.

“Don't swear, brat. We have a guest.” Said a woman. 

“Another fucking doctor that's gonna tell me something's wrong with my head? Maybe I'd remember shit if these assholes stopped bugging me.”

“Katsuki, your doctors are just trying to help.” Katsuki’s dad assured him. “One of your friends is here, be nice.”

He heard Katsuki sigh, and he finally came from the cover of the door. He doesn't know why he's so nervous, considering that it's well…Katsuki . Maybe it's because he's around his parents for the first time. But they seem nice enough. And apparently, Katsuki talks about him. Which is a nice thing to know, especially because he loves to talk about Katsuki all the time. 

But how could he not? He's his best friend and his super cute crush. The biggest crush he's ever had at this point. And it's just nice to talk about all the sweet things Katsuki does for him and how much he admires him. No one ever gets to see that side of Katsuki, the caring, considerate side. He always feels so special that he gets to see it.

Could you blame him for wanting to talk about Katsuki all the time?

“Someone else I'm not gonna remember from that stupid school I go to?”

“Katsuki…” the woman said again, a sigh heavy on her voice. 

“What, Ma?”

He saw Katsuki in time to witness one of his signature eye-rolls, and he smiled.

“Hey, Kats. How are you feeling?” He greeted with a wave. 

Katsuki’s eyes went wide, pretty pink flushing his cheeks and he swallowed, “Holy fucking shit.”

He walked an inch closer, “Man, I was so worried about you.” He admits, laughing quietly. 

Katsuki shook his head for a split second, “Who the hell are you?”

Eijiro’s heart gave a single pound. His dad had said his brain was a little messed up, but…

“Um—ah, I'm Kirishima. Or uh, you like to call me Shitty Hair. Or Eiji.” His cheeks flamed as the words left him.

“Sorry, kid. The doctor said he was hit by some type of memory loss quirk,” explained Katsuki's mom. 

“Oh,” he pouted, “That's okay. Uh—I mean, I'm sorry.”

“Not your fucking fault.” Katsuki said, scoffing.

“Why don't we let you two catch up? Want some food, Katsuki?” Katsuki's dad asked.

“Whatever.”

“What about you, kiddo? Have you eaten yet?” Katsuki’s dad turned to ask him. 

“I'm fine, thank you!” Eijiro replied. 

With that, Katsuki's parents left, and Eijiro didn't know how to act. Especially because Katsuki was staring him straight on, an intense glare like he was an equation he was analyzing.

“Who are you?” Katsuki said with a squint of his eyes.

“Um...Eijiro? We go to U.A together.”

“Fucking obviously.”

Summary:

Katsuki gets hit with a memory loss quirk and Eijiro doesn't know how to navigate thier "new" friendship.

AO3: [x]

[emrick-huntr]

Chapter 12 of 'To Be Loved, Is To Be Changed' is out now!!

Tw - child tr*fficing (not in depth), gore/fight scenes , gorey descriptions

I'm immediately going to bed after this, maybe after I reply to a rp and fix my mlp game, but THEN I'm going to bed SNOREEE MIMIMIIIII

I hoped I made Bakugou's occupation subtle enough, or I think I made it too subtle. Idk, SHRUGS.

Me frfr

#why do I keep seeing a preggo kiri + baku with deku being the father with the title 'fill me up - consequences ' on everything I see. #its legit haunting me I need to bleach my eyes #what was I gonna say #dead ass forgot it was gonna be funny too. #memoryloss2024

[ficwritingnerd]

🫶🏼Miracles of fate🫶🏼

Days 28-31: Soulmate, Mutual Pining, Meet Cute & Quirk Accident

Words: 2, 372

Tags: SFW, Fluff and Humor, Characters are Pro Heroes

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Finally getting back into the groove of writing even with my chock-o'-block full schedule, haha! I just hope I did this justice as I REALLY want to try to portray the characters the way they were drawn! I sort of accidentally (not really) made this a two-shot but this could be read as a stand alone! Anyways, at the bottom of the post will have a link to the master-list and the other part of the two-shot so enjoy!

Tags: fluff, gen, bromance, developing feelings, canon compliance, Deaf!Bakugou, Pining!Kirishima

Word count: 2409

"Oi! You gonna come or not?"

"You bet I am!" Eijirou chuckles as he jogs after Bakugou. Slinging his arm over Katsuki's shoulder, the two boys grin as they walk out of the classroom. "Also, take that out of context right now, I dare you."

Bakugou grins and shakes his head, hiding his chuckle. "You idiot. Why do you have to make everything gross?"

Eijirou shrugs with a laugh of his own. "Well it's not everything, you just make it too easy sometimes. Besides, Kaminari is like, ten time worse."

As if coming in on cue for a comedic scene in a novel, Kaminari trots after them, arm raised and waving at them. "Yo, guys! Wait for me, guys!"

Unfortunately for Kaminari, he's too far away for the duo to notice him. Eijirou's attention is suddenly brought to Katsuki's ears, noticing something is off. His usual black and red stud combo on his ears are different. Instead, the red piercing looks wider and larger, maybe the size of a pea. Not to mention that it looks like a red hook going completely through his ears. Why didn't he notice sooner, Eijirou couldn't tell, but it did intrigue him. "So uh, I noticed you did a little something to your ears over the weekend. Were the other earrings too small or something?"

Bakugou grins at him and shrugs, but not hard enough for Eijirou to take his arm off of his shoulders. "I mean, yeah, I guess. Got a fucking problem with it?"

He quickly shake his head. "Of course not! But I'm just wondering what they are because I've never seen them before."

"I mean, these specifically are horseshoe tapers. But what I actually want to put in my ears after I stretch 'em enough are plugs or gauges. Don't want them to get in the way of becoming number one, so I'll probably just keep them small and not get anything bigger than twelve point seven millimeters."

Eijirou's eyes widen as a smile of astonishment tugs at his lips. "That's actually sick, dude! What are you at right now?"

"I'd say I'm around ten millimeters. It drove the hag batshit crazy when she saw what I did, but she's not the one doing it to her body so I don't give a fuck."

He laughs hard enough to lean on Bakugou a little, who lightly shoves him back. "Oh my God, how are you still in school? My parents would ground my ass so hard that I wouldn't be able to step a toe from my room."

Bakugou shrugs. "Well, they're both in the fashion world so I got away with it, calling it some stupid trend going around."

Eijirou chuckles, playfully nudging him. "Well who knows? Maybe you might actually start a trend!"

Laughing, the two boys venture into the dormitory common room. A few peers somehow make it there before them, but it doesn't matter. They switch from outdoor shoes to slippers, firing jokes and witty comments at each other. Grabbing a few snacks, the greetings from their friends fall on deaf ears as the boys keep poking and prodding each other before dashing up the stairs to their dorms in a race.

"Fuck you, cheater!"

"Says the guy using his explosions for a boost!"

They pant at the top of the steps, hands on the knees from how fast they moves in such short time. Bakugou puts a hand on Eijirou's shoulder, simulating a push down the stairs, leaving Eijirou to laugh as he swats the hand away and playfully throws him a light hit. "You're just salty that I won without my quirk."

"Shut up."

Scoffing, Eijirou leads him to his room before unlocking it and letting them both inside. Kicking off their slippers, Eijirou flops onto his bed as Bakugou takes a seat on the desk chair. Eijirou looks up with a sigh and a groan as he tugs off his tie. Bakugou chuckles as he watches. "Now what? I know your lazy ass doesn't want to study right now."

"Hey!" Eijirou pouts, tossing his bunched up tie at Bakugou. It falls pathetically at his feet but it doesn't matter to Eijirou as he unbuttons his top button to give himself more breathing room. "You know I'm not some lazy guy—"

"Well not physically, but you sure are academically with your doodling and dozing off."

Pouting turns to soft glares as Eijirou realizes that Bakugou isn't wrong. He does doodle, but it helps him focus. As for the sleeping part...he's never actually fallen asleep before. He would just close his eyes and listen, trying to focus better. Okay, yes, he did sleep in class, but it was one, or two—most likely six—times!

"Yeah...whatever. I do care about my grades, dude. I've just get distracted easily sometimes."

"Well then focus harder," Bakugou states, sounding like ever other authority figure in Eijirou's life.

"I know, I know, bro. Oh, and how your hearing aids treating you with your gauges by the way?" Eijirou asks, trying to change the subject.

Bakugou scoffs and pulls out the spare batteries Eijirou always leaves for him from the desk. "They're fine. I'm not some prissy little pansy that can't handle shit. What about your piercings and your quirk? Wouldn't you break the metal or some shit?"

Eijirou sputters out a laugh and tosses Bakugou a chip bag once he finishes with changing the batteries. "Well I tested it out with some weird earrings my eccentric aunt gave me and they surprisingly didn't break, but I didn't test them with Red Riot Unbreakable because everything breaks when I do that. So I won't wear things when out on the field."

They munch on their snacks for a moment in silence. It was a nice silence that they enjoyed often, despite how rowdy they can get at times. All their thoughts are calmed and Eijirou can't help but sneak glances at Bakugou as his friend scrolls through his phone. After a few moments longer, the quiet is broken.

"So did you see the stupid shit stupid Deku did while training today?"

"What? Like how he managed to catch Tsu in time when she fell from the ledge?" Eijirou asks around bites of food. He licks the seasoning of his snack off his fingers before continuing. "I mean, I thought it was cool that he had a such a fast reaction time. It's almost like your's now."

"Shut up!" Bakugou snaps and throws his empty snack bag at him. "That little twat has nothing compared to me! Besides, Frog Face could've saved herself."

"Whatever man, just teasing you." Eijirou laughs at the sulking pout Bakugou makes while swivelling away from him on the desk chair, flipping Eijirou off. He takes their wrappers and threw them in his trash bin before taking his computer from his bag. After flopping back onto his bed, he begins to look for movies to watch. "So what are you up for watching?"

Scoffing, Bakugou slowly gets up from the chair at the desk and crosses his arms over his chest. "I guess you don't give a shit about your grades, then."

"Well we can do it later! It's what the weekend is for—"

"I was being sarcastic, dumbass," Bakugou huffs, flicking Eijirou's forehead gently. "Let's watch something with action. Maybe that Banana Fish would be a good watch."

Eijirou's eyes widen for a moment. "Nah-uh, no way. That anime is too traumatic and gut-wrenching to watch. It's watch something more wholesome like Death Note."

"How the fuck is that more wholesome? It's basically a brat with a god-complex getting his morals fucked."

They go back and forth, briefly ranting about their opinions on the different anime they've watched, until they finally settle on something. Eijirou fusses with the brightness of his computer as Bakugou turns off the lights and climbs onto the bed to join him. The first episode of their anime begins and it's hard for Eijirou to stay silent.

"Just look at the art style! Studio MAPPA always knows how go to go crazy with details—" Eijirou points out before being cut off.

"Shut up," Bakugou mumbles, wanting to watch the episode in peace and quiet.

"Right..." Eijirou sheepishly mutters before accidentally pipes up moments later. "Oh my God, did you see that? Look at that! The intro song synced per—"

Bakugou doesn't even let him finish his sentence this time. "Shut up or I'll hit you."

"Sorry! Sorry..."

They stay in silence for what feels to be the whole movie, until a weight falls on his shoulder and Eijirou realizes that there's still thirty minutes left. Looking over at his shoulder to see what the weight was, his heart skips a beat when he finds Bakugou asleep. He watches at how Bakugou's lips part as he falls into a deeper state of rest. He grins at how Bakugou curls into him more, wrapping loosely around his arm. Was his heart beating in his chest that loudly or was it the main characters feet thudding against the pavement in their show? Brushing some of his bangs out of his eyes to give him a better rest, Eijirou gasps slightly once he realizes what feelings are fluttering in his chest.

"Do I like him?"

The whispering words are hardly audible, but it's enough for him to flush deeper at the realization.

"Do I have feelings...for my best friend?"

Eijirou needs a moment to collect himself and organize his thoughts, so he scoops him into his arms and carries Bakugou's to his room before going back to his own. Not knowing what to do, he calls the worst yet best person for this situation.

"Oh hey, Kiwi, what's up?" her voice chirps as she props her phone near something that sounds like running water. He must have caught her during her skin-care routine because she also had a green mask slopped on her face.

"Hey, Acid. I uh, need to tell you something."

A wicked grin stretches over Ashido's face as she leans on the bathroom counter while turning the water off. "I fucking knew it."

The blush on his face only darkens, exposing more of his recent revelation. "Knew what?"

"Well it was obvious to nearly over half the class that you two will be going out. Nobody knew who fell first and that doesn't really matter, but I'm still so glad that you decided to tell me first that you guys are dating!"

"Wait, wait wait. No, no, no. I'm not dating Bakugou. We're just friends."

Her brow furrow and she tilts her head slightly like how a cat would when trying to figure out a puzzle. "Really? Well it's fairly obvious with how much you and Bakugou spend time together that at least one of you has a crush."

There's a long silence that's filled with the sounds of Eijirou's breathing and Ashido's skin-care routine.

Slowly, he admits it and everything feels like it's coming into focus like donning proper lenses to clear blurry vision. "I'm—I have a crush on Bakugou."

"Oh so you fell for him first?" Ashido teases, earning a groan and another flush from Eijirou.

"No! I mean...maybe? I don't know." Eijirou got up and paced around his room as he spoke, flicking the light-switch on so he doesn't trip. "Not even Midoriya can read Bakugou to the fullest. Sure, we all have an idea or basic understanding about him, but he's just too...well, he's out of everyone's league to say the least."

Ashido says nothing as her wide smile only grows as she watches him through the video call. "Go on," she rags.

Eijirou finally decides it's a mistake to call the class head gossiper, so he huff out a sigh. "Not unless you promise me that you won't say a word to anyone."

She mimes zipping her lips shut and locking it before throwing away an imaginary key.

"Okay. Well, I think I like him because I can't stop thinking about him. I always want to spend time with him," Eijirou begins. "I think I like because despite his smile being scary to others I find it charming and I think it matches this rather feral energy he has. I like how energetic and passionate he is about hero work. He's also smart, really, really smart. I think I like him because I can't stop thinking about how I just want to run my hands through his hair and feel how soft it might be. I—"

Eijirou feels his throat close up as his cheeks flare up once again. He should've shut up ages ago. Ashido titters as she flops onto the bed with her phone in hand. "Kiwi...I think the word 'like' is way to little to describe how you feel right now."

With a sigh he nods. "I know, I know. Can you help me? You know in middle school that romance wasn't my strong-suite."

After a teasing silence, her grin splits impossibly wider. She's definitely enjoying this more than Eijirou thought. "Hm, I'd say confess to him on Valentine's Day. That way, once White Day comes around, you'll get your answer on what your relationship status is with him."

"But what if he gives me marshmallows, Acid? That's the worse thing to receive so what if that means I ruined everything?"

Ashido gives him an almost knowing look as she answers. "Oh, I'm sure everything will work out. He's your best friend, he'll give you at least a cookie or macarons. You're the closest person to him so I don't think you'll ruin everything."

He groans, the overwhelming feelings and thoughts running through his head is nearly driving him crazy. "Fine. I'll do it."

Blowing him a kiss, she chuckles. "Good luck, Kiwi! It'll all work out whether you stay platonic or not."

Eijirou gives her a weak smile. "Thanks, Acid."

With that, they hang up and Eijirou clutches onto his pillow as he tries to calm his flustering face. Why did things become so complicated so quickly—when did these feelings form anyway? Could he keep himself under control until Valentine's Day? So many questions bolt through his mind as he begins to hear his pulse from how hot the tips of his ears and his cheeks are becoming.

"I wanna be the one," he whispers as he kicks his feet against the mattress of his bed in a love-struck manner. "I might just be the one..."

Master-list, 2/2, main page

in their own little bubble

[yalocalfanficaddict]

The Master List of Master Lists

Hey there! So glad you decided to visit my blog! This pinned post will contain all the master lists of my projects I'm working on! Anything without an underline is a WIP/uncompleted project that's yet to be posted but hopefully I'll have more underlined projects as time progresses!

This is the link to the my fandoms I'm in and along with other details like whether requests are open or not! Now I'm more active in some fandoms than others but hopefully I'll be able to write whatever you wish (within reason) but I'll clearly state what you're allowed to request at the bottom of the post in case you're curious! ^^

MHA/BNHA

KiriBaku and/or BakuShima

The Wrong Bag

Don't Suffer Alone (TW: Sensitive topics)

Home For Christmas

A Warm Spring Day

Sick Of Your Face (Old)

ShinKami and/or KamiShin

I Fell For You

(More ships yet to be added/requested)

SK8 The Infinity!

MatchaBlossom

Love Bites (Halloween)

(More ships yet to be added/requested)

Banana Fish

(More ships yet to be added/requested)

Death Note

(More ships yet to be added/requested)

Now I am a multi-shipper so I can probably do a lot of different ships but in case I'm not clear for what is and isn't allowed for what type of things I write, here are the guidelines below!

ALLOWED

Sickfics, gen fics, romantic fics, queer-platonic fics, NSFW references/hints, fluff, (heavy) angst, AUs, headcannons, Character x Y/N, prompts (but don't expect for all of them to be written -- I'm still in school and need to also balance a social life, haha!), polyamory, whump, DD;DNE. If you're curious about if [x] thing is allowed and it isn't on here, feel free to ask!

NOT ALLOWED

R@pe, incest (looking at you MHA fandom), su!c!d3, NFSW/smut, MinorxAdult (Again...mostly looking at you MHA), graphic DD;DNE, abusive relationships, omega-verse, m-preg. If you're curious about if [x] thing is not allowed and it isn't on here, feel free to ask!

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Home For Christmas

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2476OPA by YaLocalFanFicAddict "Mr. Red, huh? Should I try using that when we're on patrols, Eijirou?" Eijirou whips around and throws his arms around the man behind him. He can recognize that voice from anywhere. Especially the soft curse that slips past his teeth when Eijirou squeezes him tight. "Katsuki! What took you so long?" When they pull away, allowing room for the puffs of steam to mingle between their lips, Bakugou kisses Eijirou's temple, warming his core. "I got you something to warm you up. It's colder than a witch's tit out here." Eijirou snorts at the remark and accepts the warm drink. "Thank you." Bakugou grunts as he takes a sip from his own cup. ~~~ Just a fluffy Christmas KiriBaku/BakuShima one-shot for the holidays!! Words: 2985, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Shitty Hair & Blasty Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Eri (My Hero Academia), Toogata Mirio, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta, Various Character(s) Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Eri & Toogata Mirio, Jirou Kyouka & Sero Hanta Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Eve, Christmas Special, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is a Dork, Kirishima Eijirou is Good at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Significant Other, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, They honestly are just a bunch of little dorks that rot my brain, Hot Chocolate, Domestic Fluff, The author has lost sleep over the brainrot, Comfort No Hurt, A gift for the sweet annon on the Author's Tumblr, Charlie Brown is the best animated Christmas movie, I will fight you on it, Anyways, back to the normal tags, Christmas Kisses, no mistletoe sadly, Author began foaming at the mouth from how sweet the fluff is read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2476OPA

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Breaking in the Booze

kiribaku / f.reader

genre: aged-up/prohero au, fluff, how much more domestic can we get

warning(s): drinking (obviously), bakugou+y/n are moving by themselves so kirishima can work (he feels kinda bad), they all share a bath but its super sweet :DD (so what- brief mentions of nudity?)

w.count: 4k

synopsis: it took a long hard time, but finally you, katsuki and eijirou were finally moving into a house you all three just bought. moving day it hectic, but so worth it. kaminari sends booze home with kirishima as a congratulatory gift- so why wouldn't they drink it?

a/n: this is technically a sequel to Forgetful Fuckin' Drunk, but it can be read as a stand alone fic! this time, kirishima's the one getting drunk hehe

-x-x-x

If you had to explain to anyone what it felt like inside of a moving truck packed full with furniture and boxes in the middle of summer, you'd just tell them hell would feel better.

Moving was exciting, you wouldn't want anyone to think it wasn't. It was just much less exciting and much more sweaty in the summer heat. Trying to get an early start wasn't much help either since the sun was already barreling down and producing sweltering heat by 8 am.

"Holy shit," Katsuki groaned, rolling up the short cut sleeves of his gym tee- the fabric already irritating him. Thankfully, when you three loaded this truck, it was evening of the previous day- so all y'all had to do was drive to the new house and unpack. Problem was, Eijirou was called into the agency by Fatgum- since he still worked there until Katsuki and him could work up an agency of their own.

You weren't a prohero, but you were a graduated and decently known support technician for heroes. You currently worked along with Hatsume, a fellow UA graduate who always had some sort of gear or idea cooking up.

Of course, when Ground Zero and Red Riot get their agency dream off the ground, they've already set aside a plan for a workshop and office space for you because there was no way they were going go go independent without you.

That all being said, that left Katsuki and you to handle everything on your own. Eijirou tried to tell Fat that today wasn't exactly ideal, but Katsuki and you pushed him to work- you two could handle it.... somehow.

"Okay babe," Katsuki, huffed again. The tail end of the truck was packed with all the larger furniture and first off the chopping block was the two piece living room set Katsuki and Eijirou bought back in their previous apartment that consisted of a three section couch and two section love seat. That couch was going to be item number one off the truck. "This mother is heavy as shit," he told you standing on one end of the three cushion couch. "Think you're gonna be able to handle it?" For once, his tone wasn't teasing or challenging when it came to a situation of strength.

You thought him and Eijirou were going to pop a blood vessel just loading this thing up yesterday, so to say you were a little nervous was an understatement. It wasn't like you were all that weak, in fact you were toned in your own ways; but you weren't at your boyfriends' strength levels either. You knew this was going to suck just as much as Katsuki did.

"Well," you huff, touching around the couch and it's arms to see where the best place to grab on to was, "I don't think we really have a choice, now do we?"

After a little bit of tips, like the obvious of lifting with your legs not your back he also advised you to absolutely tell him if your grip is slipping because he will immediately drop the couch off the truck if it's too much to handle. Eijirou's bank account be damned (he'd understand).

So, after double checking that the metal ramp you hand pushed up against the truck's dock was secure and wouldn't slip and cause your sudden and immediate doom by being crushed, you and Katsuki heaved.

Your forearms burned as your fingers were so tightly fisted where they grasped on the fabric you thought they'd break off. You shuffled backward as carefully as you could down the ramp, regretting that you decided to go first at all. Katsuki was huffing and suffering just as much as you were. His eye flicked from keeping the couch upright to looking down at you to make sure you weren't going to slip and fall; all while making sure he wasn't pushing or moving too quickly to make you stumble.

If you so much as slipped, he would pull that couch back and fling it away himself with an explosion. It may be heavy, but it wasn't indestructible.

"Fuck- you- shiiit- you okay?!" he grunted in harsh stutters. You didn't speak back to him, too afraid that if you did your concentration would be broken and you'd be done for.

Somehow, you both shuffled your way to the pavement and safely off the metal ramp uncrushed. You dropped the couch in sync with the blond. You nearly collapsed as your arms screamed and tried not to think about the fact that you still have to carry it inside.

Katsuki flopped over the arm as he cursed under his breath like all the words his mama ever taught him were mature ones.

"Well," you huff, "at least it's down. Half way there?" You tried to reason. Katsuki just lifted his head and gave you the most deadpan look.

"You have got to be joking."

You bark out a laugh before he cracked a smile. Rolling his eyes he straightens back out before rolling his shoulders.

"Fuck this couch- we'll do it last. For now, lets just unload the smaller shit." The wristwatch he wore showing him the early hour. "Hell, if we have to, we'll leave the damn thing outside for Ei to bring in later. He's jacked enough to lift it himself."

"Now, you know that's not true. I saw you guys struggling with it yesterday."

"You didn't see anything."

"Ah, right," you playfully tap your forehead. "I forgot that I went temporarily blind when you guys were loading the truck up. I must have been hallucinating."

"You are insufferable."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to sleep in my own separate room then, huh?"

"I think the fuck not!" He cried as you barked out another laugh at him. The rest of the morning went by smoothly, aside from the awkward struggles of dressers, tables or dining chairs. Bringing box by box inside and into the rooms they were labeled for, soon the inside of your new house was stacked high with boxes.

It felt like you were inside a giant playhouse with stacking blocks and the thought made you chuckle as you watched Katsuki trip over the same small box he kept over looking for the third time in a row.

It was around 3 in the afternoon when you and Katsuki decided that working hour after hour with only minor breaks was called for an actual break. Slumped against the outside wall just next to the front door with his legs extended out, he groaned.

"This is taking longer than I thought."

You nudged him with your foot as you offered him a glass you had dug out of one of the kitchen boxes filled with water. "Blame Eijirou- he has a hard time throwing anything away. Sip, don't gulp," you advised as you noticed him taking long drinks that would definitely make him puke after all his moving around all day in this heat.

After your break and a few sipped on glasses of water, you were back at it again. All the boxes and furniture had been carried inside- although not all in it's proper place yet. Well, all furniture accept for that damn couch. Katsuki didn't want you straining like before, so he was going to wait for Eijirou, even if he didn't get home until midnight- it was staying the fuck outside.

It was evening when Eijirou finally came back home. Decked in a pair of swears with a two red gears on the right pocket and a stained, white t-shirt. He also had his duffle on his hip filled with his hero gear.

"I'm back guys!" He felt all giddy seeing the once empty halls and rooms lined with furniture and boxes. He felt even more giddy hearing you and Katsuki welcome him back home as you rummaged around in boxes looking for whatever.

"About time," Katsuki huffed. "Come help me carry in that damn couch," he instructed. Eijirou dropped his duffle which you quickly took and relocated so the boys wouldn't trip on it.

"I saw it sitting in the driveway. Couldn't get it inside, huh?"

"What? No, I didn't want y/n to lift that heavy piece of shit again. Nearly crushed her this morning."

"Crushed?!"

"No! It did not," you immediately deescalated. "It was just heavy and awkward. I was fine." You crossed your arms and cocked your hip to one side as you knew Katsuki's turned back hid the smirk on his face.

The two of them went out and you could hear their grunts and groans of the heavy piece of comfort. You decided to quickly kick boxes out of the way and create a clear path they could travel. Snatching Eijirou's duffle back into your arms, you hear a few things inside clink.

They didn't sound like the thick, metal gears he wore around his shoulders for protection and support- but instead sounded delicate like glass.

Unzipping the back as you set it delicately on the table in the kitchen. you pulled out two large bottles of liquor. You held the necks of both in either hand, looking at them quizzically.

You were soon brought back to reality when you hear a small thud followed by relieved moans. Coming back to the living room, Katsuki was bent backward, his hands on his lower back between his spine trying to relieve any aches. Eijirou was bent over, hands on the couch arm huffing. You scoffed at them in good faith as you lightly clinked the liquor bottles together.

The two both looked at you, Katsuki straightening his stance and Eijirou looking over his shoulder.

"The hell did you get those from?" Katsuki asked, not remembering having them in any cabinets that were loaded up.

"Eijirou's duffle. You're not drinking on the job are you?" You tease since the bottles weren't even open yet. He chuckled as he stood up and walked over to you, taking one bottle from your hand and reading the label.

"Oh, definitely. Nothing like a drunk Red Riot out to save innocent civilians," he chuckles playing along before he quickly dismisses the joke. "Nah. Pretty sure Fat would throw me out a window if I did that. Amajiki might actually raise his voice at me too. No, this is from Kaminari."

"Kaminari?"

"When did Dunce Face have the time to buy and give you liquor?" Katsuki asked, coming over to the two of you and standing on Eijirou's other side.

"Dunno," Eijirou shrugged. "He just popped by the Fat Agency before I left this afternoon and gave it to me as a house warming gift."

"He couldn't have gotten us anything else?" Katsuki clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. "I swear, all that's on his mind is alcohol and women."

"Don't say that," you reached around Eijirou and swatted at Katsuki's arm. "He thinks about Kyoka and his job all the time. He just... likes to have fun too."

"Yeah, Kats," Eijirou joined. "Take a page out of his book and loosen up." Katsuki tutted and Eijirou smirked. "Well, I guess it's fine if you don't. After all, if you start drinking again maybe you'll think that only y/n and I live here and you'll be all dejected being left out again."

The blonds face erupted into a fit of reds between anger and embarrassment. The lost memories of the last time he went out drinking with friends you both had told him about were once again thrown back in his face. Thinking that you and his boyfriend were dating each other exclusively and not also with him.

He threw his arms down in a fit. "Oh shut up!" He cried as you and Eijirou shared a laugh.

Soon enough, there was calm between you all as Katsuki and you took to the kitchen, well before Katsuki shooed you out of it. He hated people in his kitchen on a good day, but now it was all cluttered with boxes and foam padding and tape and he couldn't stand it with another body in it as well. You were shocked you were allowed inside for as along as you were at all.

Eijirou gave you a quick 'got kicked out huh?' as you just nodded and started helping him unpack. Eijirou was busy sorting stuff in the living room as you made your way into the master bedroom that would be all three of yours to share.

One long dresser with a vanity mirror sat next to the door and reflected the large bedframe with an equally large, naked mattress on it. Two other dressers mirrored each other on opposite walls, and the closet was two sliding, white doors wide.

Boxes were stacked everywhere, on the bed, on the ground, besides the dressers, in the closet- everywhere.

You weren't sure how long you were going through them before you were being call back into the kitchen to eat something. You three talked a lot over dinner, about the house, how Ei's day went, how Fatgum and Amajiki were doing, about the team agency you all dreamed off- so much was discussed over a quickly thrown together batch of miso.

After dinner, you were cleaning up with Katsuki, scrubbing dishes as you handed them to the blond to dry. Eijirou came bouncing back in the kitchen from the bathroom where he stood between the both of you, both of his arms slinging around you two. One hand on Katsuki's hip and the other on yours.

"You guys want to take a bath with me?" He sang. You could feel the dampness of his shower he just took from his arm around you in his nighttime tanktop.

"You just took a shower though?" You told him, handing Katsuki another bowl.

"So? That was just to get clean. Now we can just relax, you know?"

Before you could tell him that maybe it could happen another night, Katsuki was already agreeing for himself and for you with a quick 'sure'. You were shocked, since he wasn't a fan of baths in general. In fact, of the three of you, you favored them most bc of all the scented oils or salts you got to use.

The moment dishes were cleared away, Eijirou was dragging you both to the en-suite bathroom off the master bedroom. The main bath had a standing shower, toliet and standing sink. But this one was more extravagant.

It was a long counter top with two sink bowls and a large, long mirror stretching it. The tile was large in white squares that chilled the bare foot. The shower was right inside the door, long with two shower heads on opposite ends and separate from it was a large, oval tub. In the back of the room was a double doored pantry, well away from any source of water for anything that needed to be in the bathroom from soaps, to toiletries, to clothes hampers and towels.

Honestly, this bathroom was one reason you were so dead set on this house.

Eijirou practically danced as Katsuki began to undress, you following him as he started the water, adding in a few drops of your newest favorite scented oil. Katsuki wasn't usually a fan of oils, making him smell all sweet since he was a big-tough-guy. But, he had let it slip once that he really didn't mind them because when he used them, he smelt like you. Eijirou always loved your oils, even if he didn't use them. He liked talking to you about the smells and effects they have- since he liked seeing you get all excited of a new scent or brand.

The tub was big enough to fit all three of you somehow comfortably. Sitting between the two of them, both of their arms were laying across the tub's edge and behind your shoulders. Just like during dinner, conversation flowed so naturally. Even when it did die down and get quiet, you just watched the oil swirl in the bathwater and basked in the peace.

But of course, you couldn't stay in the tub forever. When you all got out, you were all pruned up on your fingertips and toes. Eijirou wrapped you up in a giant red towel.

"You're like a little, red sushi roll," he told you as you just rolled your eyes.

Once everyone was dressed again, clean and relaxed, you three went back to the living room and sat on the couch. The TV you all had wasn't set up yet, still just sitting on the floor. It'd have to be something for tomorrow though since no one wanted to bother with it.

Instead, Eijirou suggested drinking the liquor Kaminari gave him and since you were already home and ready for the night, you agreed easily.

-x-x-x-

You're not sure what Kaminari was thinking, buying you guys hard liquor especially since Eijirou was able to somehow down the potent liquid shot after shot without so much as flinching.

While you and Katsuki were drinking by mixing with sodas or other flavors or just taking it easy, Eijirou was just straight balling it. Attractive in a way, but also not so great when he was 6 shots in and already drowsy.

Eijirou wasn't a hard drunk to deal with, not like Katsuki, but he was sleepy. In that way, it was almost more irritating than a stumbling, emotional blond. He would just pass out at any time and it was like when he did, gravity decided to push down on his body because he felt impossible to move.

Quite literally feeling as heavy as a boulder.

You always knew when it was going to happen because he'd get all sing-song like, drawling out words like any typical drunk, and gushing about his partners. He'd flop over you or Katsuki or cling to you both as a last resort to stay standing should he pass out standing up. You thought of it as his brain's last ditch effort to avoid injury even while piss-drunk.

You had gotten up to get him a glass of water, to help sober him up a little since he still had to work tomorrow afternoon.

"Get the hell off me you damn drunkard!" You heard Katsuki shout from the kitchen as the water filled the glass and cooled your palm. You chuckled.

"No!" Eijirou whined, no doubt being pushed away, but not deterring from his goal of smothering his boyfriend. Coming back into the living room, you were correct.

Katsuki was holding Eijirou buy his shoulder in one hand and pushing against his chin with his other. His face was flushed, but you couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or his fluster.

Eijirou was weakly swatting his arms around, trying to grab his boyfriend, but was too weak to actually snag him anywhere to make it count. His face was red like he had a sunburn all from the amount of liquors he's drank. It was rare for him to drink so heavily, so when you agreed to all drink at home, you were shocked to see him down so much so quickly.

Eventually he gave up, flopping forward and onto Katsuki's leg. His arm came to wrap around his thigh. "You smell nice," he cooed while Katsuki just rolled his eyes.

"You damn leech," He sighed before his hand came to rest on Eijirou's red hair that lay flat on his head- devoid of any hair gel.

Moseying over to them, you kneeled in front of Eijirou who lay on the couch sideways. You joined Katsuki's hand on his head and lightly scratched around his ear and if he were a cat he probably would be purring. He cracked his eyes open to see a very blurry you- but you nonetheless.

"Hey, Ei," you cooed as he smiled drunkenly at you. Affectionate and sleepy- that's what Eijirou was when smashed.

"Hello, Sweetcheeks."

"Can you do me a favor?" He hummed, his cheek smooshed up against Katsuki's thigh. "Try and sit up for me so you can drink this." He squinted at the glass you held.

"What is it?"

"Water."

"I don't want to drink it."

"You have to, dumbass," Katsuki scolded, lightly pulling on the tip of his ear, making the redhead whine and weakly kick his legs. "Our girlfriend asked you to do something." Somehow, that sentence had Eijirou sitting up almost immediately.

"You're right!" He shouted, ignoring the spinning room around him and not seeing Katsuki beside him frantic like he was ready to catch him if he fell off the cushion. "I have to! Y/n asked me, if I didn't that wouldn't be very manly, would it?"

He stuck his hand out towards you.

"Water me," he dramatically spoke with a fake, deep voice. You laughed, carefully handing his glass and guiding his hand up to his mouth so he wouldn't spill it all over himself.

Katsuki shook his head as he chuckled, resting his elbow on the couch arm while his curled fingers pushed on his cheek as he leaned to the side to watch.

After he finished drinking, you took the glass and Katsuki took it from you, standing up.

"We should get him to bed," he suggested and you nodded. You watched Eijirou's head start to nod back and forth obviously fighting the pass-out stage of his drunken stupor. Giggling, you stood up, grabbing his hands and placed a kiss on his head.

"Come on, big boy, let's go to the bed."

During your time unpacking boxes in the bedroom, you had dressed the bed in a fitted sheet and threw a few pillows and blankets on the mattress. Ready for bed, Eijirou flopped into bed face first into a pillow. You sat on the mattress edge, petting his hair and marveling at how soft it is. Between him and Katsuki, you weren't sure whose hair was softer.

"That feels good," he spoke into the pillow as he turned his head so his cheek pushed into the plush.

"Good."

When Katsuki came into the room, Eijirou was immediately whining him over as he soon took a seat on the other side of the bed with Eijirou in the middle. You both always had Eijirou in the middle of the bed- or against a wall when it was only him and Katsuki in their old place- when he drank so there was no chance of him falling off.

The lights were turned off and the three of you settled in. Katsuki lay on his side, one of his arms folded under his head and the other on Eijirou's back, rubbing his spine up and down. You mirrored him on the opposite side of Ei as the redhead muttered on and on before finally falling asleep.

"He's going to regret drinking like he's going to war tomorrow," the blond scoffed with a lift to his lips.

"Oh, most definitely."

"Whatever, can't do anything 'bout it now. Go to sleep," he told you. And you were ready to do just that. It was a long, tiring day and there was still a lot of work and unpacking left to do. Rest was in your best interest.

"Good night, Katsuki."

His hand stopped rubbing Eijirou's back and latched onto your hand, lacing your fingers over the small of the red head's spine.

"Yeah, night."

The next morning, Eijirou pushed his pillow over the top of his face as he lay on his back, groaning and moaning about how bright it was and how much his head hurt. Katsuki laughed at him and you gave him medicine for his head.

"I'm gonna punch Kaminari the next time I see him," he whined, voice muffled from the pillow.

"He's not the idiot who drank himself stupid," Katsuki teased, slapping his thigh.

"Shut up." Katsuki laughed louder, Eijirou whined more, and you were just happy that you three were finally together under the same roof.

-x-x-x-

a/n pt.2: i tOLD y'all it was gonna get domestic. so like, how much for like some feedback? bc i would prefer words/reblogs over likes pls. pls tell me how this was- i will shake an empty tin can for words like coins at you.

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Just a little drabble I wrote as a way to get back into this characters (I've been a touch busy as exams pop up so bear with me on any/all OOCness)! Note that this is a slight cannon compliance because I need to learn how to write fluff without going overboard in angst!

"Shut up, Shitty Hair," Katsuki groans with an eye-roll. "It's just a stupid scar from that shitty villain."

"But it looks so manly! My boyfriend truly is a tough guy, surviving all that," Eijirou beams, chest swelling with pride.

Katsuki sucks his teeth and dumps his bag at Eijirou's desk. He tosses his shoes to the front door, ignoring the thump they make as they smack the baseboard. "Whatever. Are we doing this or not?"

"Hell yeah! I love myself a good ol' study date. When was the last time we even did this stuff anyway?" Eijirou asks, sliding off his bed and plopping onto the floor. Working through his own bookbag, he pulls out a black notebook. 

Katsuki hums in thought. "How the fuck should I know? We've been so busy that it's hard to fucking remember which month it is."

Eijirou throws his head back and barks out a laugh. "Fair enough, bro."

As they work through their comfortable silence, it's hard for Katsuki to imagine his life with his new injury. His arm being almost crushed to sawdust is by far worse than the constant ringing in his ears. At least with hearing aids, Katsuki can fix that problem then and there. However, even with physical therapy, he still struggles to move his arm with the new muscles the doctors have woven for him. It infuriates him that he can't be the hero he planned to be with each "setback," as others call it.

But he shouldn't complain. At least he still has his eyesight.

Or at least that's what the doctors and his parents say.

"Katsuki, you good, man?"

He snaps his head to the right, and a hand comes up to cup the scarred cheek. "What?"

Eijirou nibbles at his lower lip to bite back his sheepish smile. "Well, you sorta just started staring at the paper and dropped your pencil."

Before Katsuki can pull away to grab it, Eijirou places it on the pile of sprawled books. After he makes sure the pencil doesn't roll away, he holds Katsuki's with both hands instead of one. A warm smile tugs at the corner of Eijirou's lips, the edges of his eyes crinkle, and his puckering scar twists to accommodate the movement. "Is it about your scar? Do you want to talk about it?"

Katsuki's own lips curve into a hint of a frown. "No, I don't."

"Not even a little?"

"What part of no don't you understand, Hair For Brains? The nngh or the ooh?"

Eijirou laughs again, sending Katsuki's stomach into somersaults. His frown melts, and his lips betray him, barely tipping up into a grin. The tension around his shoulders and in his jaw thaw. Each breath grows more full, welcoming the scent of Eijirou's cologne. This oblivious boy before him has no clue of what magic he holds over Katsuki.

His giggles are abruptly cut off with a vague gasp when Katsuki pulls him onto his lap. "What did I do to deserve you?" he asks, pressing his forehead against Eijirou's. Katsuki closes his eyes, allowing himself to savor the warmth that doesn't radiate from his quirk for once.

Eijirou hums in playful thought as he leans in to place a peck on Katsuki's lips. The action causes him to go rigid, but he's quick to soften when sweet words greet his ears, followed by more kisses.

"I'm not sure, 'Suki. But I can say that I'm honored to be the one you wish to spend your weekends with. I'm honored to be the one to bandage you up, and you, me. I'm honored to have your shoulder to cry on, knowing you can use my shirt for a tissue, too. Knowing that I am wanted by someone as independent as you really energizes me in ways I can't even begin to describe, Kats. Maybe the Universe made a mistake, and I'm ecstatic if they did. But know that if they ever try to correct themselves, I fight until my bones ache and scream until my voice turns bloody, only to keep you with me a moment longer."

He doesn't know what to say. A mere 'you did enough' would suffice, but knowing Eijirou and how he wears his heart on his sleeve, Katsuki should have known better.

Instead, Katsuki tangles his finger through Eijirou's spikes, earning a cry of protest, quickly silenced in a deep kiss. "You're an idiot, you know that?" he asks before crushing his lips against the precious boy he would scrap tooth and nail for. "You're such an idiot—my idiot. I'd blast my head off my fucking body before doing anything to make you upset, ya hear? I'll ignite every damn inch of me if that means I'll put a smile on your face. Your stupid shark teeth and shitty hair color will forever be burned in my memory, and I hope you know that it's what I'll look for by whatever chance in hell that we are separated. Do you understand, motherfucker?"

Eijirou wraps around Katsuki and buries his face in the crook of his neck. "Good to know we're on the same page here!"

They sit like that for a moment that stretches on into timeless oblivion. The only sound is their content sighs and occasional 'love you' flittering through the air.

That is until Katsuki feels a tickle against his neck.

"What the hell are you doing, Eiji?" Katsuki asks as he slows the speed of his hand that draws intricate patterns along Eijirou's back.

A grin is felt against Katsuki's jaw, and he groans at Eijirou's answer.

"I don't think I ever kissed you better, so I'm doing it now!"

"You sap," Katsuki grumbles as Eijirou holds his face in one hand again.

He grins while tilting Katsuki's complexion in search of a better angle. "Oh, don't pretend you don't like it."

Katsuki can practically see the hearts form around them when Eijirou kisses his cheek.

And he doesn't mind it.

Not one bit.

Kiss it better ❤️🧡

I needed some cute KiriBaku out of my system for you to enjoy 🤣💕

[boopershnooper]

Kiribaku Headcannon

Hope you guys enjoy this whilst i read a Rezero book my friend gave me (my best friend put cute lil notes in it as well)

Thinking about polyamorous KiriBaku x reader and obviously the reader likes both but they give more affection towards Kirishima. It all takes place before the relationship is even established, the whole having a crush on both of your very cute and hot close friends. Both of the boys have a crush on you and I haven’t decided yet on if they have told each other or if they’ve kept it to themselves since they know that the other likes you but no both if that makes sense. Anyways you interact more flirtatiously and affectionately with Kirishima because he is more approachable and you don’t think that Bakugo even likes you enough to even put up with that. You also didn’t want to make him uncomfortable because he barely likes to be touched or let alone talked to most of the time. However, you couldn’t be more wrong. The boy was so touch starved that he practically savored and cherished every moment where you or Kirishima had decided cuddle up him during squad movie night or hugged him when you two were excited. Maybe the grumbling (and the usual Bakugo styled yelling because he got flustered) was a wrong step on his part. It wasn’t his fault that the both of you made him feel things. Especially as of lately! The stupid pinging feeling that keeps popping up every time he sees you two close together without him, it was getting annoying to say the least. It got so annoying that every time he saw the two of you so close together he would either leave the room or be more of a grumpy Pomeranian than usual.

This makes you and Kirishima have a conversation. He comes up with the idea that all of you should hang out in his place. Just the three of you since you’ve all have been busy and usually just hang out whenever the squad meets up lately. It sounded like a great idea. Were you nervous? Yeah. You had a crush on both of them and now you were all gonna be alone together. Which meant no Mina for you to go to or a Sero for you to use an excuse to go out on the balcony to ‘smoke’. You didn’t. It was mostly you venting to a high Sero about your conflicted feelings of liking two guys at the same time and him just shaking his head and giving you one of his smirks as he tells you to just, “live the best of both worlds”. Apparently, he liked quoting Hannah Montana when he was high. You two brought the idea up with Bakugo and who was he to resist the cutest fucking faces just standing there begging for him to be with him. Though, of course he wouldn’t let that show and put on a charade, acting displeased at first before reluctantly giving in.

You all got to Kiri’s place which was fairly cleaned, surprisingly. You’d have thought differently with the way that he usually left yours or Bakugou’s place when you all used to hang out more often. You could tell that Bakugo was thinking the same when he let out a pleased grumble as you walked in. As the gracious host he was, Kiri offered the two of you some tea and your favorite snacks. It kind of made you giddy that he remembered your favorites since it showed that he paid attention to you and what you said. A simple thing that anyone would do but it still meant something to you. Bakugo let’s out a short huff and says, “Yeah whatever let’s just get this day over with and whatever you two have schemed up.” Which makes you and Kirishima share a look between one another. First in shock but then transitioning into guilt. Of course he knew the two of you were planning something. He wasn’t an idiot and he probably figured that this would have happened the moment you two had bombarded him with the same idea of hanging out alone.

You sat next to Bakugo, turning to him in a criss cross position. You sigh and reach out your hand to put on his but then recoil as you realized his discomfort of people touching him. Bakugo noticed and then scoffed when you pulled away. The thoughts of you and Kirishima instantly consuming his mind, turning his mood more sour than when he came in.

“I’m sorry- we’re sorry. We just wanted to know what was going on. You’ve been more…grumpy and mean than usual.” You point out in a soft voice so as to not make him any more mad than he already seems to have become for so reason unknown to you. He crosses his arms and looks between the two of you, Kirishima finally coming out with the tea. He rolls his eyes and then suddenly stands up.

“Where are you going Bakugo?” Kirishima asked sternly, a bit of frustration seemed to have been etched in his voice. It was shocking for you to hear the mellow sweetheart talk that way. It only emphasized how much more serious he was. Bakugo turned back around and gave him a look. It was a hesitant one and you could see that he wanted to say something but he didn’t. “Look, man it’s not fair that you are treating us this way and we just want to know what’s wrong. If you aren’t going to tell me at the very least you could tell her,” The redhead looks over at you, his face softening for a quick second before he goes back to snaring at Bakugo. “You owe her that much.”

And it seems like the two of them exchange words without even speaking. It made you wonder what was going on.

Bakugo glances between the two of you and curses under his breath. “It’s just not fair.” He grumbles and looks away. You and Kirishima look at each other with raised brows, sharing genuine confusion from his words. “What’s not fair?” You ask softly even though you genuinely wanted to smack him for being so vague and not straight to the point like he usually is.

You see a light blush dance across his cheeks which was probably THE most cutest thing that you have ever seen. He lets out a huff and finally admits, “You always give this idiot all of the affection and literally recoil at the mere THOUGHT of me. And I’m NOT supposed to be upset?” He shouted, his chest heaving up and down, his nostrils flaring and his face almost as red Kirishima’s ends. You couldn’t help but to laugh a little as he reminded you of a child throwing a tantrum and it seems Kirishima is thinking the same when he laughs at the same time. “The fuck is so funny dumbasses?!” He berates trying to look intimidating but it was impossible at this point to try and make that move on the two of you.

You shake your head and try to calm down to come back to the very serious topic. “Bakugo you could have just said so but I do apologize for assuming so…even though you have gotten a little upset whenever I did in the past.” You muttered the last sentence, earning a scowl from the blonde.

Then that’s when he finally gets what he’s been YEARNING for. Physical affection from the two people that he deniably has a crush on. The two of you give him a big hug AND a smooch on the cheek which makes THE Bakugo Katsuki silent. Frozen. SPEECHLESS. It was a sight to see and definitely not the last 👀

[ao3-deviance]

Have a really stupid, really silly, not thoroughly edited one-shot of everyone flirting with an oblivious Bakugou (endgame KiriBaku, of course)

“Do you have an extra heart? Mine seems to have been stolen.”

Bakugou cut his eyes to the side, seeing Sero offer him a cheeky grin and a wink. Bakugou's brow furrowed. 

“The fuck you talking about? Just because I had to have heart surgery doesn't mean I have two now, dumbass.”

Sero blanched, nearly falling out of his chair. “Wait, I wasn't–I didn't mean your heart surgery.”

“Whatever,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, looking back to his textbook and trying not to pout. Who brings up shit like that? Even he wasn't that fucking rude. 

“Bakugou, seriously, I didn't mean–”

“S'fine,” Bakugou cut him off gruffly, fighting the urge to rub at the scar across his chest from the surgery. 

Sero eventually slunk away, head low, and Bakugou didn't think about it again. 

…..

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.” 

Bakugou paused writing his essay, looking up to see Kaminari smirking down at him. “What bullshit are you spouting?” 

“I said, if I could rearrange the alphabet–”

“Why would you do that?” Bakugou interrupted him. “Learn English the way it is first, Sparky.” 

Kaminari floundered. “Uh. I mean, why? To put U and I together. I want–”

“Y, U, I?” Bakugou repeated, nose curling with distaste at the idea. “It's stupid enough without you switching it around. Don't make yourself confused, we've got a test tomorrow.”

“Right,” Kaminari said, slumping. “I don't suppose you'll let me study with you?”

Bakugou eyed him with a narrowed look. “If you'll really study, then fine. But don't try any shit. I need to beat Yaomomo tomorrow; loser is buying the class dinner.” 

“You're going to grace us with your chef skills? I could eat only your food for the rest of my life,” Kaminari said, grinning. 

“Don't try your luck. Now, open you're damn textbook.”

“Okay,” Kaminari agreed, smiling at the other hopelessly. 

…..

“Want a raisin?” 

Bakugou looked at Jirou, who was snacking on dried fruit. 

“No?” She continued. “How about a date?” 

Bakugou sighed. “Sure, why not?” He held out his hand. 

She paused, looking at his hand to his face. “You actually…want a date?” 

Bakugou grumbled something under the breath about stupid idiots. “Yes, you offered one, so sure. Give me one.” 

“Uh.” She looked at her bag of dried fruits. “I only have mangos, apricots, and raisins.”

Bakugou shook his head, incredulously. “Give me some fucking raisins then.” 

She gave him some raisins before scurrying away with a bright red face. 

…..

“Something must be wrong with my eyes because I can't take them off you!” 

Bakugou frowned. “We told you, nothing's wrong with your eyes, Ashido. Just because I nicknamed you Raccoon Eyes doesn't mean–”

“Oh! No, no, I know that,” she cut him off swift, waving her hands. “Let me try something else. Maybe: are you a work of art? Because I can't take my eyes off you!” 

Bakugou stared at her strangely. “Do you need to go to the Nurse Grandma? She can check you out if you have something in your eye.”

“I don't! Only you and I. Our future together.”

Bakugou stood and grabbed her arm, dragging her to the door. “Come on, something's clearly wrong with you, and you shitheads have beat it in my skull enough for me to know it isn't good to ignore what your body is telling you.”

“That wasn't what I–”

“She should still be in her office, it isn't late yet.” 

“But I was just–”

“No buts, we're going.”

She stopped trying to dissuade him, meekly following him. “Okay,” she agreed, successfully chastised. 

…..

“Are you a dream? Because if so, I don't want to wake up.” 

“You sleep walking again?” Bakugou asked, eyeing Shinso carefully. 

“No. You must be exhausted though; you've been running through my mind all day.”

“Just around the pond a few times, I didn't run further than usual,” Bakugou said, rubbing at the sweat on his face with the towel around his neck. 

“I hope you know CPR because you're taking my breath away.”

Bakugou cocked a brow. “We all know CPR. That's, like, basic shit 101. You sure you're good?” 

“Perfect, now that you're here.”

Bakugou glanced at the tittering bushes behind Shinso, spotting a familiar blond streak of lightning, a flash of pink skin, the tiniest sliver of a wide grin. 

“Right. Okay. Good luck on your run,” he said, backing away and leaving him there. 

“You're so deadpan, Shinso; you have to really woo him. Bakugou's dense to pick up lines!”

“What if he's just not interested?” 

“He's gotta be interested in someone. Ooo! I know!”

“I don't like this…” 

…..

“Can you lend me a kiss? I promise I'll give it back.” 

Bakugou hummed in acknowledgment, digging into his bag before offering a Hersey's kiss. “Keep it.”

Todoroki looked down at the kiss in his palm with some confusion. Then he looked at his phone. 

“Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” 

Bakugou looked up this time, giving Todoroki a strange look. “You okay, Half-and-Half? Face feeling droopy? Smell burnt toast?” 

“I'm not having a stroke.”

“Then how'd you forget my fucking name?” 

“I didn't.” 

Bakugou shook his head, grabbing his bag and leaving Todoroki with a clap on his shoulder. 

“Good talk, idiot.”

“Bye.” 

…..

“Is your name Google? Because you're everything I'm searching for.” 

“Somehow, ‘Google’ is still better than fucking ‘Kacchan.’”

Midoriya paused, before soldiering on. “Do you think your license will be suspended for driving me wild?” 

Bakugou tilted his head. “I don't have a fucking driving license, only a hero license, stupid nerd.”

“But–”

“We’re done here,” Bakugou cut him off, already halfway to the door. “That's enough of your shit today.”

“So Kacchan really doesn't understand pick up lines,” Midoriya muttered. “Is he just too literal? Maybe it's his hearing, he can't hear what's said well. That could be it. Or maybe he's asexual and just completely uninterested in relationships? But surely he could still pick up flirting that's that obvious. Right? I should report back to the others, I struck out too…”

…..

“Hey, Katsuki.” 

Bakugou looked up from the stove where he was cooking dinner for himself and Kirishima. The common room was sparsely populated, but a growing crowd around the TV meant there was going to be a movie night. He hoped he could make it upstairs with Kirishima before someone invited either of them specifically. He really didn't feel like a lot of company tonight. 

“I really like you,” he said, overwhelmed by the other cooking for him. “You want to go on a date tomorrow?”

Bakugou shrugged. “Sure. Usual spar and then go get dinner? We can go to that Korean BBQ place you like.”

“Hell yeah!” 

“What?!?” Kaminari shrieked, earning everyone's attention. “That's what it takes to win you over? A spar and a meal?” 

“The fuck you talking about?”

“We've all been trying to ask you out for months,” Ashido said, eyes nearly tearing up with frustration. “You haven't liked any of our pickup lines!”

“Pick-up lines?” Kirishima repeated. “You've been giving pick-up lines to my boyfriend?” 

“How long have you been dating?” Jirou asked. “You never told any of us.”

“It should be pretty fucking obvious,” Bakugou said, rolling his eyes and setting a plate of food in front of Kirishima. “We've been together for fucking ages.”

“Since Kamino,” Kirishima shrugged, slurping a noodle. He laughed. “I can't believe you all were hitting on Katsuki.” He looked at Bakugou. “What kind of lines did they give you?”

“Stupid ones that didn't make sense,” Bakugou said, scrubbing at the dishes. 

“Wait, you knew we were hitting on you?” Sero asked. 

“No way!” 

Bakugou snorted. “You're all so stupid.”

“Unfair! Kirishima had an advantage!”

“Redo! I demand a recount!”

“There wasn't a vote.”

“Still, we all deserve an equal chance to win Bakugou's heart!”

“Dude, they're already gone.”

“What? Where?”

“They went to Kacchan's room.”

“Kirishima, don't you defile our innocent Bakugou!” 

“Oh buddy…”

“I'll get some ice cream and chocolate for everyone.”

“Yaomomo, you're a godsend.” 

[vale-writes]

Weighted Blanket

my autistic!bakugo x autistic!kirishima fic i posted here. (kudos/reblogs are appreciated!) in this, bakugo and kirishima realize they have a lot more in common than they thought.

DISCLAIMER: this is just MY experience with my autism. ASD is a SPECTRUM. please do not read this and assume every autistic person acts the same as in this random krbk fic for the love of god. this is a fluff fic, so i’m not showing all the sides of my autism. i’m proud of my disability, but this is not my full experience. with that in mind, enjoy!!

1.5k~ words

tags: FLUFF!!!, positive autistic rep, kiribaku, confessions

“I’m going to kill you, Sparky,” Bakugo growled as he ripped his plate of food out of Kaminari’s hands. He’d been messing with Bakugo for the past 10 minutes, and he was quickly losing his patience. 

“Aww, Bakugo, can’t keep your cool? I’m just teasing you,” he said in a sing-songy voice, taunting Bakugo. Kaminari reached over for his plate again, but before he could reach it, Bakugo grabbed his wrist and created a small explosion. Not enough to actually hurt him, but enough that Kaminari would get the message.

“Ow! What the fuck, dude?!” he yelped, rubbing his wrist. “I was just messing around, chill.”

“Well you’re not fucking funny. Piss off.” Bakugo grabbed his plate and stormed off to his room. He could hear the others in the common room talking, most likely about him. He scowled and slammed the door behind him.

It was like he was constantly walking on a tightrope. Any little thing could tick him off. He was already dealing with the feeling of the uniform on his skin, the sounds of his classmates in the room, his teachers’ constant speaking, the bright lights that covered the school, and a million other things that nobody else seemed to care about. Bakugo didn’t want to blow up at people, it just seemed like they always came around him at the worst possible time. Which apparently was all the time. 

Except for when he was in his room. It was the only time he could block the world out and just be in his own space. Bakugo put on his headphones and started his homework. He loved throwing himself into his work, especially with math. Each problem had one answer. A logical answer. He liked following the formulas and being right every single time. The sounds of his pencil quietly scratching along his paper soothed him. He let out a deep sigh. He was finally able to relax. That was until he heard a faint knock on his closed door. 

He growled and snapped from his desk, “What the fuck do you want?”

“Hey man! It’s Kirishima. Can you uh.. Open the door?” the familiar voice of his best friend made his muscles relax.

“Just come in,” Bakugo said as he turned back around to his homework. The door slowly opened and Kirishima walked in with his backpack. Bakugo started tapping his pencil on the table slowly. Kirishima sat down on the floor and smiled at him.

“Excited to see me, huh?” he teased.

“How the fuck did you know?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow at him in surprise.

“You always tap something when you’re happy. I see you bounce your leg when you get a good grade, you knock on your leg when you win a fight, and,” he took out his own pencil and tapped it on the floor. “You do that whenever you see me.” Bakugo looked back at his math work.

“You’re just the only person I can tolerate. Don’t let it get to your head,” he grumbled, but kept tapping his pencil. He heard Kirishima chuckle softly. Bakugo wasn’t lying when he said that. For some reason he was the only person he liked. There was just something about him that put Bakugo at ease. They weren’t similar at all, at least on the surface, but Kirishima seemed to understand him in a way nobody else could. He knew when to back off, when Bakugo was overwhelmed, and all the little things about him that nobody else noticed. Everyone usually thought that Bakugo was some loud, cocky, asshole, but somehow Kirishima was able to see who he really was.

“Why are you here?” Bakugo said bluntly. Kirishima didn’t seem to mind, though.

“Just wanted to check in with you. I uh.. Heard what happened in the kitchen,” he played with the hem of his shirt. Bakugo stopped tapping on the desk.

“What about it? He was being annoying. I’d already told him to stop. Not my fault he doesn’t know how to fucking listen,” he snapped.

“Oh, I know,” Kirishima laughed. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know stuff like that can get you ticked off for the rest of the day. Same thing happens to me. Usually it’s when people are being loud, though. And don’t even get me started on crowds! Way too much stuff happening at once. I usually have to, like, hide in the bathroom or something-”

“Because it’s too overwhelming? And everyone’s expecting you to talk and know how to socialize with random people?” Bakugo interrupted, his words quick. He leaned forward in his seat, not looking directly at Kirishima.

“Y-yeah, how’d you know?” Kirishima blinked in surprise. 

“Because the same exact thing happens to me. Why do you think I’m locked away in my room right now?” Bakugo laughed. “Since when has this been happening to you? You’ve never said anything about it.”

“I used to talk about it, but everyone looked at me like I was crazy,” he replied with a shrug. “I felt like you’d get it, though.”

Bakugo nodded and returned to his work. He could see Kirishima on his phone out of the corner of his eye. He tried not to, but he kept ending up staring at him. Every time he looked at him, he felt this weird feeling in his chest and stomach. It was like every bone in his body wanted to run away but also run at him at the same time. All he knew was that he wanted Kirishima to stick around. 

“Blasty?” 

Bakugo blinked and was greeted by Kirishima’s face inches away from his and his hand waving in his face. He jumped back a little.

“Uh- what?” he asked, trying to regain his composure.

“You were kinda zoned out and staring at me. You okay, dude?” Kirishima gave his signature toothy smile. Bakugo noticed that he didn’t really back up.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he hesitated. “Well- I’m not, but it’s not bad, it’s just weird.”

“What is it?” Kirishima rested his hands on the arms of the chair, while also making sure to give Bakugo some space.

“It’s just- well- Okay fuck it. You’re really pretty and I can’t stop staring at you, and you also make me feel really weird, and I actually want to be around you,” the words started spilling out of his mouth before he could think. “Is this what “liking” someone is like? Like- like a crush?” Bakugo looked at the wall behind Kirishima. He could just barely see Kirishima’s face turn bright red.

“Y’know, I’m actually really glad you’re so blunt about things,” he paused. “Because I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

“You.. have?” Bakugo’s fingers slowly inched towards Kirishima’s. He got the hint and took his hands into his.

“Yeah. I have,” he said, leaning in a little closer. “I just don’t think I really had the words for it.” His words wrapped around Bakugo like a warm blanket.

“..Can I kiss you?” Bakugo said softly, almost whispering. He held Kirishima’s cheek while their foreheads rested against each other’s. The blonde’s scarlet eyes flicked between Kirishima’s eyes and lips. Bakugo could feel the heat from his red face on his hand. 

“Yes. Please,” Kirishima said breathlessly. Bakugo leaned in and kissed him softly. Neither of them knew what they were doing, but they tried their best. Kirishima could feel Bakugo smiling against his lips. He gently ran his fingers through his blonde hair and traced over his headphones. Suddenly, he felt fingers digging into his arms. The grip Bakugo had on him made him burst out laughing.

“What is it? What happened? Did I do something-” he let go immediately and stepped back, his eyes wide and his face red with embarrassment.

“It’s nothing, I promise. It’s just the way you’re grabbing me,” Kirishima covered his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m not gonna run away, Blasty.”

“Tch. Fine. I won’t kiss you then,” he grumbled as he sat back down in his chair and picked up his pencil.

“Nooo, c’mon, it was just cute!” Kirishima whined.

“Go do your homework. You can come back later, I need to focus. Don’t come back until you’re actually done, I know you like to get out of it by annoying me,” Bakugo said as he waved him off.

“Fine, fine, I’ll be back later then, babe,” he giggled and kissed Bakugo’s cheek before leaving and closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get going,” Bakugo said while trying to hide his blushing face.

The last thing Kirishima heard before walking out the door was the sound of a pencil tapping against the desk.

[emrick-huntr]

Chapter 14 of 'To Be Loved, Is To Be Changed' is out now!!

Tw - suicidal thoughts , dark thoughts , sexual content / sex

RAGH I haven't written smut in FOREVER so I hope it's okay 😫😫 if not then oh well.

I hc bakugou to be a talker, and to lowkey be a service top for kiri.

Also, before yall hate on me or bakugou for edging kiri like 3 times, spoiler alert but baku is a virgin and didn't know kiri was close 😔 LMAO THE SOUND OF THAT BAHAHFHHS

Anyway fools, I have school starting up again so I dunno how my schedule will be!! It'll probably be the same I dunno, but! Trust I will finish this story 👌

Follow my twitter for shit updates and shit posts!! (quillhuntr)

[ficwritingnerd]

✨Enchanted longing✨

Days 4-6: Pet names, Fantasy & Bored

Words: 1,056

Tags: SFW, Pining idiots, Dragon shifter Kirishima, Barbarian Prince Bakugo, Stuck in a cave

[vampsnotz]

Kirishima waking up to Bakugou pressed against his side after another long night of nightmares after the Camino incident. His lips are pink and slightly parted, his breath shallow against the soft skin of his neck. Rarely has he been able to study Bakugou this close up, and he can’t help but feel thankful to whatever god is out there that he now gets to bask in katsuki presence, in the early morning hours before everyone else stirs awake. Katsuki’s long blonde eyelashes flutter whilst he sleeps, and the incoming sun streaming through Kiri’s blinds playing off of his golden head of hair just right. If he wasn’t so afraid of waking him up, Kiri would have both of his hands in those fluffy blond locks right about now. Still, his best friend looked to peaceful, too angel-like in his arms. He reaches up to gently stroke his cheek, no more than a feather like touch, and even that is risky. His soft skin feels like silk against the back of his hand, and Katsuki’s perfect little nose twitches at the sudden intrusion. Yeah, Eijirou is thankful for this moment, so fucking thankful.

Just a little bit of KRBK fluff today :)