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[loversdelusions]

Bakugou X Reader: He’s a romantic.

Prompt: Y/N is nervous Bakugou would not be there to pick her up form the airport after a big fight.

Bakugo Katsuki X Reader

Hurt/Comfort (?) 

Nothing but Fluff I guess.

1.8k words

I really wanted to write something for Katsuki, despite Deku being best boy.

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You hadn't planned for much when you descended from the strangely longer-than-it-should-be escalator. Your mind had been occupied all of the horrendous six hour flight by the last fight that had happened between you and your boyfriend of eight months, a classmate of yours of which you shared three years of… definitely questionable schooling. UA had been tough, though he had been one of the best students, it took a tremendous amount of begging from you to get him to finally help you. Also cost you a large bowl of spicy topokki, but it was worth getting Bakugo’s input on your horrifying stances. 

Of course you guys had begun your time together in intense, irritating anger filled tension which positively forced the café you were in to halt, it’s customers stopped and stared, until you were nicely asked to leave, and Bakugo exploded in the manager's face. Happily for him, not literally. And like the glorified babysitter that you truly were, you dragged Katsuki screaming and exploding behind you. 

Despite your acquaintanceship starting off to a rocky start, his first tutoring lesson was helpful when it actually managed to start.

You were very thankful Kirishima was there to take the cusp of Bakugos rage, especially since you were not tolerant of his snappy attitude when your mistakes were very rudely yelled about. Even though your blood boiled at every mistake, you couldn't help the chuckle every time Bakugo’s paper smacked Kirishima in the head. 

Afterwards, Bakugo wasn't as big an ass to you. Even though he did not outwardly approach you, he did not yell at you as much, even when you annoyed him as he sat in front of you in class. The first year, you had only exchanged glances, and after the results of your first term came back with a good improvement, Bakugo’s smug face was a good price to pay for the ranking you got. 

You were convinced he did not like you, until the next test came, and he turned without trigger, and met your eyes with a hardened stare. “You need help with the test.” 

He did not ask, he just stated it.He wasn't angry, he wasn't being smug about it, and despite you having been perfectly capable on your own, you simply smirked at him, “How thoughtful of you.” 

He scoffed at you but said nothing, and that night arrived on his own, without his emotional support Kirishima. 

This time you weren't banned from the café you choose.That had been officially cleared as your first date. 

But as you descended down the escalator, You frowned in worry, thoughts of your fight reemerging to haunt your mind. You were worried about what was to happen when you stepped off the escalator. Not to mention what would happen when you met him down in the square. 

You were not traditionally hotheaded, not really. You were competitive surely, but not sore winner or loser, which meant that no matter how much Bakugo and you bickered, you guys always had an unspoken agreement that you it was just bickering, and no matter what happened it wasn't serious enough to make a whole argument. There wasn't any arguing with the blushy, playful little competitive fights that you and him had, not when a simple kiss could solve the competitive little games you played. But this was different, this wasn't a playful argument. 

No. This was a screaming match, the both of you hadn't slept well, and even though you usually stayed quiet when both of you were annoyed, avoided being quippy to each other, and usually it would be pleasant, full of rants and scheming of revenge. You had no idea what had happened that night, as you both had been living together for a half a year now, and there had been little problems within the apartment. 

You groaned, rubbing your eyes to adjust, hoping to shake off some of this stress with a run with an active quirk, hopefully burning away at your anxiety. You did not even remember what you had been arguing about, it had spiraled so quick, out of hand within minutes. What was it…? 

Had he blown the wall once more? No, you don't remember yelling through rubble or smoke.

You hadn't been petty with your quirk either. You had racked your brain all throughout your flight, you had been distracted during patrols, distracted through your routine and had been thoroughly lectured by Aizawa, who was the one to request you fly to train with him. 

You sighed, remembering the words Eraserhead had hissed at you. 

“Your distracted mind is not helping anybody. Go home if you aren't here to be serious.”

You grit your teeth. Damnit Katsuki.  

Had you been sent home early? Yes.

Had you been annoyed at your boyfriend throughout the few days you had been there? Fucking absolutely. 

But were you scared he wouldn't show up to pick you up from the airport? 

… 

The thought had been burned in the front of your mind the entire time you were away. 

It had been a little tradition between you two. You picked him up when he had traveled, and he would buy you merchandise of your or his from wherever he was, and you always picked him up traditional food from the place you had been. But now, from what you both said that horrible night… 

“Fuck off Katsuki! I don't want to talk right now.” You had growled, and his scowl deepened. 

“No. I want to hear what you have to say. You can’t fucking tell me off and then turn around and leave with no goddamn explanation.” 

You wanted to cry. You had been wrong in that action, you should have talked it through with him. You shouldn't have been so fucking thick headed. God… 

“Yes, I can.” You had sneered, as he stood up tall, and marched over to you. “What are you my fuckin’ boss? Get off your high horse. I will leave whenever I fucking want.” 

“You can't leave.” He had watched you ruffle around for your bag, which you had packed for the trip with Aizawa. You had suddenly felt like going a day early. “Oi! Are you fucking joking? There’s nowhere for you to go!” 

He had rushed and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back away from the door. You snapped back to meet his gaze. Snatching your arm away from his calloused hands. He cursed underneath his breath, at your heated glare. “Fucking hell, Don't storm off like a fucking child.” 

Your eyes had met his own crimson red gaze. “Watch me.”

You had been wrong. You had been a child. Despite your pride, it was nothing like the amount of guilt and sadness you had felt throughout your work trip. You had cried, and waited a day until you called him. You hadn't even slept through the night, and called him the minute the clock struck midnight. 

He did not answer. 

It crushed you. 

You had left him a voice message in the morning, apologizing. After your work had ended, you were miserably exhausted; You hadn't wasted a breath, and had called again. The next day, the day after that, and morning and night. Finally before you got onto your flight home.

Shinso hadn't been necessarily comforting and warm, though he did help you sleep when your mind simply couldn't. 

Running your hand through your hair, you finally walked off the escalator. You looked around, hands tightening around your bag in anxiety. Your heart raced in your chest, a breath stuck in your throat, that you couldn't seem to let go of. You finally spotted a giant cardboard sign with a familiar word, even though it wasn't your name. 

In bedazzled lettering, the large letters spelled out, ‘NERD’

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the blonde spikey hair that belonged to your boyfriend, you could feel his beautifully scary red eyes burning into you as you walked up to him. Head down with your gaze averted away in shame. You stood in front of him for a few seconds, in silence. You looked up to meet his eyes. Nervous of what you’d see.

He wasn't glaring at you, which made you even more nervous. He was calm. His face was nonchalant, which was not regular for Katsuki. He eyed you, but didn't speak. You bit your lip, trying to force the tears out of your eyes.

You didn't want to cause a scene, but you had been terrified to find out he had not come for you. But he was here, he was waiting for you, he was waiting for you despite what you had done. 

He didn't say anything, and you made the first move. You grabbed his sign and threw it to the side. 

“O--!” He didn't get a shot at exclaiming as you threw yourself at his warm body, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into your arms. You couldn't help bursting into tears the moment your face was hidden by his broad shoulders. Mumbling a string of apologies. 

You were terrified he wasn't going to be here. 

You were terrified he wasn't going to be home. 

“I am so glad you're here,” You whispered, and he stilled. You didn't notice that he froze upon your words. Then his arms pulled you tighter, when he realized what you meant. 

“The fuck do you mean?” His raspy voice sounded aggressive, even though you knew he wasn't being so. He was rarely quiet, unless he was thinking, which was more terrifying than his shouts.You know he was being causal on purpose, attempting to console you.You hated tears. You hated crying. Which is why he had only pulled you tighter in his grasp. 

He understood exactly how angry you would be with crying, especially outside. 

He no doubt understood you putting your pride aside. 

He pulled you away but before you could say anything, he grasped your jaw and pulled your face close to his, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Pulling away, he scowled at you, just in his own Katsuki like fashion. “Are you an idiot? Of course I am here.”

You laughed a little, despite your tears. 

He placed a kiss on your forehead. But then whispered, “Fucking dumbass.” 

Lovely nickname, for sure. You rolled your eyes at him and playfully smacked your chest, but you only snuggled deeper into his warm chest. 

Ofcourse, however, Katsuki wasn't one for romantic moments in public. He looked down at you, with his arms still around your waist. He smirked, “You look like shit.”

You stared blankly at him. “I am giving your present to Midorya.” 

“Like fuck you will.” You grinned at his boyish competitiveness. He shook his head, and glared at you. You stared straight into his eyes and attempted to pull away to start walking off to your car. However, he did not let go, instead he pulled you close again, pushing your head into the valley of his neck, forcing you onto your tiptoes. 

He scoffed, and you could feel him inhale your scent, sighing in relief. “I am not done with this hug yet.” 

You only smiled against his skin.

[cloudyyoonji]

The Unlikely Flu.

Summary: After you get the flu, your boyfriend tries to look after you the best he can. Jeon Jungkook and Reader (Y/N). Genre: Fluffy. Word Count: 1163 words.

Hey guys! I’m going to be updating more now! I hope you enjoy this quick imagine I wrote last night! Enjoy!!!

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Needless to say, you were sick.

A night on the town in the cold blizzards of Seoul’s August weather saw you catch the unlikely flu, most likely from the thousands of sweaty bodies in the club. Your night of de-stress had quickly turned to one of affliction, sitting in front of the toilet, body trembling with every breath.

Your phone lay neglected on the bathroom floor as you were curled under the shower, the hot water growing increasingly cold. Your head cradled in your knees, arms covering your shivering body. The warmth was gone, almost like a dream. Unable to move, you’d somehow gathered the strength to throw your kimono gown upon yourself before returning to your position over the toilet.  

It was barely nightfall when you’d heard the door to your apartment creak open, immediately recognising the sound of his footfalls in the hallway.

He called your name gently, as if nervous as to what he’d find.

You had attempted to respond, but his name was quickly replaced by spluttering into the toilet bowl.

As his footsteps got closer, you found yourself yearning for his comfort as your head lay on your arm, supported by the seat of the toilet. Your body lay motionless - hunched over on the floor. Your knees and hips burned from the position, but your body threatened another heave if you even moved.

“Y/N?”

His gentle voice rung out, echoing around the white tiled room. The creaking door behind you indicated that you had indeed been found.

You sensed him as he knelt next to you, a hand brushing against your cheek.

“You okay?” His soft voice comes again, embracing you with a sense of comfort and security.

“Flu.” You manage to choke out, careful not to unsettle any part of your aching body. You shiver, body covered in a mixture of hot and cold.

Your eyes land on the boy, hardly focusing. He looks at you worriedly, eyes meeting yours, cheeks and nose slightly pink from the cold. His hand is soft on your cheek, an unspoken comfort.

“Could-” You pause abruptly, body rippling with pain as you cough up nothing but the water your body has been relying on for the last two days.

“Could you please help me to the couch?”

With a quick nod of his head, Jungkook helps you off the floor.

“Put your arm around my-“   Your hand latching onto his, you stumble forwards into his chest - too weak to even stop yourself.

“Or just fall on me, that works too.”

Somehow, you’d managed to find your way to the lounge room. Your apartment seemed like a blurred mess to you, but your boyfriend gingerly leads you through the maze and helped you sit.

A blanket is put around your shoulders in an effort to somehow cease your shivering.

Rubbing your arms, Jungkook kneels down in front of you. “Okay?” You nod weakly. “Do you need anything?” You shake your head. “A bucket?” Another shake of the head. “Food?” The thought of food makes you wince in disgust, which he takes as a ‘no’. “A cuddle?” You nod weakly, spreading your arms open.

Sitting next to you, he pulls you gently into his arms, fingers drumming against your skin. You sigh in relief, fatigue creeping in.

Your bones hurt, your knees aching - bruised and red from kneeling. A thin layer of sweat also coats your skin as hot and cold flushes come.

“You okay?”

You can only hum in response, eyes closed, breathing slow. His fingers pass over your forehead, lingering as he tries to determine your temperature.

“I think you’ve got a fever Y/N.” Again, you groan in response.

“Y/N.” His tone is different this time, lower and more urgent. Your eyes flick open, where you see him staring down at you in concern.

“A fever?” You repeat, brows furrowed. He nods, fingers grazing your cheek, and lips slightly open.

“Do you want me to get you some medicine? Actually,” he sits up on the edge of the couch, “I’m going to get you some anyway. You’re too sick Y/N.”

Begrudgingly, you allow him to get you medicine, to which tastes absolutely horrible. He also returns with a wet flannel which, once laying down with your head in his lap, is placed on your forehead. A second wet flannel that you hadn’t seen is used to pat down the rest of your exposed face, as well as your neck. 
The cold water feels so soothing on your inflamed skin, it makes you close your eyes in relief.

“You okay?” “Mmhm.”

How long you’re laying there, looking half dead, you have no idea. But, when your eyes open you notice Jungkooks eyes fluttered shut in the darkness, his body lapsed against the couch.

How late was it?

Shifting your gaze from his sleeping figure to your alarm, you see the blue glow of the numbers 1:26am.

You sigh heavily, pulling off the now warm flannel off of your forehead. Your stir seems to awaken your boyfriend, who now looks at you wide awake, hand brushing over your cheek.

“Are you okay?” “Mmhm… but I would like to go to bed…” Your response trails off, the thought of you walking making you feel physically sick.

As he sits up slightly, you notice just how tired he really is. “Do you want me to help you?”

Responding with a smile and a shake of the head, you set yourself up as if you’re proving that you’re well again.

“You can come… I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.”

And with that, you two are walking towards your room. But a bitter bubbling in your stomach and a burning sensation in your throat leads you else wear. Rushing straight to the bathroom, you throw up the contents in your stomach - absolutely nothing.

It feels like wildfire, spreading down your throat and into the pit of your stomach. The rhythmic patting of a hand on your back brings you some comfort at least, helping to pull you up as you push your body off the floor and into standing position.

Bucket next to your side of the bed, you lay with a new wet flannel on your forehead whilst one hand lays on your stomach, and the other is intertwined with Jungkooks. Another dose of medicine ceased your uncontrollable shivering and nausea, leaving your body drained. You dared not to move as the fear of vomiting once again infected your mind.

“Hey,” you hear Jeon whisper, “do you need anything?” “A cuddle.”

And with the simple two words, you were tangled in the embrace of Jungkook, his scent, breathing and comfort providing you with a sense of security and reassurance. “Goodnight.” You whisper, aside from the fact it was almost two in the morning.

A chuckle escapes the boy as he brings his fingers over your cheek once again. His eyes seem to sparkle despite the darkness. “Goodnight, you idiot.”

[tomimagines]

Dance With Me

Characters: Tom Holland - Y/N

Notes: A lot have been asking for a cute, fluffy imagine so I made this lol Might be a little short but enjoy!

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You lean back against him so that your back relied on his shoulder. You prop your legs up on the arm of the couch and begin your usual scope of social media. The tv is on but neither of you are watching it.

You feel him move, causing you to raise your head until he settled down. He had lifted his arm and placed it around the top of your chest, your head laying on his lap. You look up at him and smile.

He notices you staring and smiles back, “What?”

You shake your head and go back to your phone. He chuckles and leans down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. You keep grinning to yourself, thinking how perfect this is. You are doing absolutely nothing; not talking, not moving, complete silence. But it’s such a comfortable silence, one you don’t want to break.

“Wanna know something?” He perks up.

You put your phone down on your stomach and glance up at him, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ve never seen you dance,” he states, a playful smirk at the corner of his lips.

“Yes, you have!” You roll your eyes.

“No, I haven’t! Get up, I wanna see you dance.”

He starts to push your head off his lap. You groan and push his hands away before laughing. You sit up and face him, “I’m not going to dance right now!”

“Babe. Babe,” he taunts. “Dance for me, please?”

He has the audacity to even shoot you a wink. You laugh loudly, throwing your head back. You grab the pillow nearest you and chuck it at him. “Stop that! There’s not even any music playing!”

“I can fix that,” he quickly says and unlocks his phone. He stands up slowly as he looks for a song and you watch him, astounded that he seriously wants to see you dance.

“Perfect,” he mutters to himself. He looks down at you, an excited smile on his lips. “Ready?”

You shake your head. He chuckled and extends his hand towards you, “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me, darling?”

You tilt your head to the side and can’t help but grin like an idiot thanks to this idiot. You reach out and place your hand gently on his and he pulls you up.

He holds your hand in his while the other one taps play on his phone. The strums of a gentle guitar begin to sound from his phone and you realize it’s one of your favorite songs.

You gasp as Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran surrounds the both of you. You bite your lip and look up at him. “I pay attention to what you listen to,” he answers.

He lets go of your hand and places it softly on your waist. His other hand holds yours and he pulls you closer, flush against his hard body. He begins to guide you, swaying side to side along to the song. You arm rests on his shoulder and you lean your head on it, your gaze never faltering from his beautiful face.

“You’re so fucking cute,” you tell him, which earns you a chuckle.

“And you’re a pretty good dancer,” he tells you. He looks adoringly down at you before pressing his cheek onto yours.

He then pulls back, his hand still grasping yours and then he leads you into a spin. You laugh loudly, your happiness filling the room as you twirl in circles. He then pulls you back into his arms just in time to the song finishing. He wraps his warm around your waist tightly before he tilts you back. You giggle and even pick up one leg to complete the move.

Suddenly, you feel his lips leaving a soft kiss on the skin of your exposed neck. He pulls you back up but doesn’t let go. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” you reply, meaning every word.

[cutecrushimagines13]

Cuddles With Him (#5)

A/N: could I request an imagine where you guys watch a movie and cuddle and start grinding on eachother and end up making out and your sibling catches you. lol, thanks <333

Of course you could request this. This sounds so sweet, cute and funny. I loved writing it, and I hope that you like reading it. Enjoy! I’m super sorry that this took forever, but I hope all you guys like it. LOVE YOU ALL!!

You walked into your living room and plopped down onto your couch. You got comfortable and pulled out your phone, seeing that you had a missed FaceTime call from (c/n) from about twenty minutes ago.

You fixed your face, hair and shirt and finally called him back. He picked up a little too quickly, but who cares? You weren’t upset.

“What’s up?” he asked shoving a piece of food into his mouth. 

“Nothing much,” you responded with a laugh.

“Why are you laughing me?” he asked with his mouth full.

“Because,” you chuckled. “You have food all over your face.”

“Oh, shit.” He dropped his phone so that all you could see was his kitchen ceiling. You continued laughing until he returned with a new clean face.

“Better?” he asked smirking.

“Yeah,” you smiled a small smile.

You both sat there in silence for a moment before you started to question why he even wanted to talk any way. “Wait,” you started. “Why did you want to FaceTime?”

“Oh, yeah.” He started rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I just wanted to know if we could hang out.”

“Oh,” you said, intrigued as to why he wanted to spend time with you.

“Oh, sorry. If you’re busy or you just don’t want to hang out with me or just don’t want to hang out in general, it’s-” you cut him off from rambling.

“No, no. It’s fine,” you said. “i can come over right n-”

“NO!” he said loudly. “My older brothers are here and they’re super annoying, it wouldn’t be fun.”

“Oh, okay,” you replied. “You could come over to my house. My brother’s here too, but he’s always in his room playing video games, so it’s fine.” Your mom was at a work party that night with your dad.

“Alright-y then,” he said. “I’ll see you in a few.”

“Kay, byeeee.” You hung up and sat on the couch a little longer, just in awe. (C/f/n) is on his way to your house. Oh wow. You stood up and started running around your house, cleaning everything in sight. You dashed up to your room and started looking through all your clothes.

“AH, SHIT!” you screamed. 

“I have nothing to wear.” You stared into your closet full of clothes you couldn’t wear. 

“CAN YOU SHUT UP!” your brother yelled out of his room.

“CAN YOU NOT BE A SOCIAL OUTCAST?!” you yelled in rage. You heard the angry and heavy footsteps of your brother coming down the hallway towards your room.

He slammed the door open and stuck his head in. “Stop being a dick,” he said.

“Sorry,” you replied meekly. You weren’t normally like that. You were just stressed about (c/n) coming over.

“Boy problems?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Haha, use condoms when (c/n) comes over!” he yelled and sprinted down the hallway.

You picked up a shirt and ran after him. You chucked it at him before he could get into his room. He picked it up and threw it back before going into his room again.

You shook your head while walking back to your room.

You finally settled on a loose baggy grey sweater that showed your collar bone and the sports bra you were wearing along with black leggings with some grey socks to go along with your sweater. You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard.

You went down stairs and straightened up even more before you finally heard the doorbell ring.

You fixed your hair into a messy bun before answering the door.

“Hey,” you breathed out.

“Hey,” (c/n) said.

You gestured for him to come in, and he did.

“What do you wanna do?” you asked him while walking into your kitchen.

“We could watch a movie or something,” he suggested.

“Yeah, sure,” you said agreeing. “I’ll make some popcorn.”

“Kay, I’ll get us some water.”

He walked into the kitchen and went into the fridge looking for water.

The popcorn packets were of course on top of the highest shelf of the cabinets, so you had to climb up onto the counter in order to reach it. You could feel (c/n)’s eyes boring into your backside as you climbed down the counter with the popcorn in hand.

You popped it into the microwave and went back to the living room with (c/n) following you.

You both plopped down onto the couch and you grabbed the remote and started scrolling through movies.

(C/n) scooched closer to you before placing his arm around your shoulders.

You found a movie that wasn’t too romantic, action-y or scary; although, it was a little dull if you were being honest. Before you knew it, your eyes began feeling droopy and your head couldn’t keep itself upright. You were soon laying on (c/n)’s shoulder. You could hear his steady beating of his heart; lulling you into a gentle slumber.  You were in a battle with your own eyelids; but you were prevailing luckily.

“Hey,” (c/n)’s voice echoed through his chest and awoke you. He started rubbing your hair with his surprisingly nimble fingers. “You up?”

You sat up and nodded.

You heard a light chuckle from him and glanced at his smile from the corner of your eye.

“What’s so funny?” you smiled.

“Nothing.” He was hiding a smile. “You just look cute when you’re sleepy.”

You felt your face heat up, and you didn’t need a mirror to tell that it was a deep crimson. You put your hand to your face to hide the redness.

“Stop that,” (c/n) said gently. He removed your hands from your face with his.

His face was now inches from yours, and the tension in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.

(C/n) put his hand up to your left cheek and leaned in to the right before your lips crashed together. 

You moved closer to him, and he put his other hand on your waist. You adjusted again, so that you were straddling him. Your tongues began a heated quarrel for dominance. (C/n) won of course and smiled into the kiss.

You tugged on his shirt, signaling for him to take it off.

He broke away from the kiss.

“What?” you asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no.” He caressed your neck. “I just think you’re such a great person.”

You smiled.

“I think you’re so incredibly beautiful, and so smart. You’re always right about everything.” He laughed. “And you’re amazing. I’ve liked you for the longest time since forever, and I would never want to take advantage of you. Ever.”

“No, it’s fine.” You laughed a little. You put your arm around his neck and played with the whips of hair there. You leaned in to kiss him again. This time it was a slow and lazy kiss. You pushed (c/n) backwards so that he fell onto the couch. You laid on top of him and continued to kiss him.

“EH EM.”

You heard someone clear their throat. You broke away from the kiss and looked up.

SHIT. Your brother stood in the kitchen smirking at you and (c/n) on the couch.

“Um, we were just-” (c/n) started.

“Just use condoms, I don’t care.” your brother responded with a laugh. And with that, he walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs with a smirk on his face.

You laid down onto (c/n)’s chest and laughed. He wrapped his arms around you and you felt as though you could stay there forever.