#reis softie Sundays

[peachsukii]

happy softie sunday. <3 i'm catching up on asks/messages & such, i'm sorry for being so absent!! life and whatnot.

⭑˚.⊹ welcome to rei’s softie sundays ; a day to share all things fluffy and comfy to you! it can be any fandom, any characters, whatever scenario you wish. ships, selfships, x reader - you have a soft thought to share? please do! 🎀

on sundays, send in an ask and we can talk about it! or reblog and include whatever your heart desires. tell me all about your faves, anything from light fluff to the most tooth-rotting fluff imaginable. 💖

i'll share one every sunday as well to kick it off. let's spread some sunshine!

⇢ archive ⊹ 04/21 - k.bakugo ⊹ 04/28 - y.itadori ⊹ 05/05 - d.kaminari ⊹ 05/19 - k.bakugo ⊹ 05/26 - k.bakugo ⊹ 06/02 - various demon slayer boys ⊹ 06/30 - s.haruka ⊹ 07/14 - e.kirishima ⊹ 07/22 - k.bakugo ⊹ 08/11 - k.bakugo ⊹ 09/08 - y.itadori ⊹ 09/15 - k.bakugo ⊹ 10/27 - k.bakugo

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[oceaneyesinla]

This was written in honour of Softie Sunday, thank you for the inspiration Rei!!!! <3 @peachsukii

Never Stop (Wedding Version) by SafetySuit was running through my head when I wrote that ending - it's such a sweet song 🥹

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Shoto knows you're working on ... something; he can hear your happy little giggles every so often, and he can practically feel the joy radiating off you from across the garden. You asked him not to peek, though, and so he doesn't - content to bask in your presence from afar while he builds the new garden table you both picked out the week before.

Of course you had offered to help him, sweet eyes worried as you fretted over him and lips slipping into a little pout. He insisted you rest though - you're still sporting an ankle brace after a nasty fall during a villain fight, and he's determined to make sure that you don't lift a single finger while you're recovering. He can still remember the sheer terror that shot through him as he watched you fall; eyes closed and limbs limp. It was only minutes until Denki confirmed he had you and you were alive, but it felt like a lifetime when he was waiting to hear whether his world was falling apart or not.

He pushes the memory aside - there's no need to focus on what could have happened, when he has everything he ever wanted right here. You're safe, humming to yourself in the garden of the house you bought together, and he can't help the smile that lifts up his lips as he thinks about you and the future the two of you are building.

He doesn't need to be facing you to know when you move; after this long, he has a sixth sense when it comes to you. You're coming closer, and he can picture your pretty smile in his mind - it's the one you always wear when you look his way, sweet and soft and full of all the love he knows in his soul you feel for him. He's doubted a lot in his life, but he'll never doubt your devotion - not when he's equally as adoring.

He's crouched down, screwing one of the wood sections into place and he feels you press a gentle kiss to the crown of his head before you place something on top of his head, your fingers brushing ever so gently against his hair. Placing his tools down on the grass, he twists to look up at you, falling in love all over again with the bright spark in your eyes and the happy grin splitting your face. You look beautiful, the afternoon sunlight surrounding you in a golden glow.

Pushing up to standing, he leans in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose then your forehead, relishing the little giggle it pulls out of you. Your arms wrap around him and he swears he can see hearts in your eyes as you look at him - probably reflecting the ones in his own.

A few stray strands of hair are falling into your face, and he brushes them away with a featherlight touch, "Are you planning to tell me what you put on my head, or should I start guessing?"

You look delighted, "I made you a little present. You look so pretty!"

You're pulling out your phone and a few taps later, you hold it out to him, camera open so he can see himself. His head is adorned with a crown of wildflowers - you must have been sitting in the patch of them next to the house. It's your favourite part of the garden, and he can just imagine you there, legs criss crossed and bathed in sunlight.

"It's beautiful, love. It would suit you better, though." It always makes his chest feel ready to burst when you do things like this - treating him like he's a masterpiece created by an artisan, like he's something to be cherished.

"Nuh uh! It suits you, Sho!" Your smile is brighter than the sunlight surrounding you both, "How is the table going? Do you need anything?"

He reaches up to his head, lifting the flower crown with infinite care, as if he's holding the most delicate pottery, and placing it on your head, pressing another kiss to the skin just underneath where it sits when he's done, "Only you."

His heart speeds up when you smile up at him, and he will never get used to you. He doesn't want to, either. He wants to feel this way about you every single day for the rest of his life. Under the sunlight, in the garden of your new home, he's certain he always will.

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[marleysfinest]

FIRST! CONGRATULATIONS!!!! <3 HAPPY MILESTONE

SECOND - this is such a cute event idea!!!! the first person i will be loving is YOU! You're fun, you're kind, and you always make me smile! <3

(sorry this might get long i just have a lot of love in my heart okay??)

@peachdues - peach you were the first friend i made and without you, i wouldn't have started posting my writing or made so many other friends. you're talented and you're kind and you're wonderful <3

@forest-hashira - FALLON! i love talking to you, i love seeing you on my dash, i love reading your writing <3 you're amazing

@sugurei - leigh you never fail to make me laugh, and i can't begin to explain how much i value your kindness <3

@threadbaresweater - lin your patience, your kindness and your talent are something to be admired, and i'm so glad we found each other <3

@kweenkatsuki-fics - marquie you're a badass, you're a fantastic writer, and i love seeing all your posts on my dash so much <3 you make everything just a little brighter

@peachsukii - rei you're an absolute delight <3 you're so lovely, and i look forward to softie sunday every week. plus, your writing always makes me feel soft and squishy inside!

@littleplantfreak - mari my angel, you are incredible. your writing is wonderful, your heart is kind and warm and i couldn't imagine my dash without you <3

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@voidcat - danyl, we don't talk much, but i absolutely love seeing you on my dash, and i love seeing what amazing ideas you come up with <3

i love all my mutuals and followers, they're getting me through some shitty times at the moment and i'm so glad to have made so many wonderful friends <3

never apologise for long submissions the LONGER the BETTER!!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓💓

spread the love for muvva’s feel good 500!

[peachsukii]

— emergency contact

it’s been two years since you’ve seen your ex-boyfriend, and didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. a nasty villain fight lands you in the hospital during an overnight patrol and leaves you unable to tell the doctors who to call in your dazed state.

✮ content. late 20s. ex-boyfriend bakugo, hospitalization, sappy confessions & second chances. distance makes the heart grow fonder kind of deal.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

Sharp, shooting pain down your back and a desperate cry from your partner ⎯ that was the only thing you remember from the last…four hours? Time is becoming illusive at this point, blending together with how fast everything unraveled around you.

Were you injured on patrol? Did that villain slip through your fingers and escape? Where was your partner in all this chaos?

“Doctor, she’s waking up,” you hear in the distance, muffled but clear enough to understand. A nurse walks into your blurred vision, a soft smile on her lips. “Hi hon, you’re in the hospital. We’re taking you to your room now, hang tight.”

All you can manage to do is nod in acknowledgement, the world spinning on its axis and making you extremely dizzy. Your eyes fall closed, a hazy sleep welcoming you in seconds.

When you wake next, you're not quite sure how much time has passed. The room sits in darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside the window and the various machines chirping around you. There's a static in your head, as if you're stuck on a radio frequency that hasn't been adjusted to the correct channel. Even with all the noise in your head, a familiar voice can be heard outside in the hallway, one you'd never mistake for anyone else.

"It's late," a nurse says, presumably trying to convince him to go home. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can try her other contacts again in a few hours."

"M'sure. Do I need'ta sign in or whatever?"

"No, that's alright. I'll notate it on her chart and let the front desk know. I'll be back in a bit and we can talk more about treatment."

The door slides open to prove you're not imagining things ⎯ your ex isn't a manifestation of your delirious state. Bakugo's standing in the dim light of the hallway, tip toeing inside and shutting the door as quietly as possible. When his eyes fall upon your hospital bed, he notices that you're awake and sighs. "Been awhile."

You don't have the energy to do this dance with him, to go back and forth with lightheartedness like old times. "Why are you here?"

His lips press into a straight line, jaw clenched tight as he seems to silently ask himself the same question. He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge by your feet. "I'm still one of your emergency contacts in your hero file."

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There's no way you haven't updated your database profile in two years...right? Bakugo catches onto your confusion and explains before you have a chance to press him further on the matter. "M'the only one who answered."

What time was it, anyways? Your eyes bounce around the room swiftly to find a wall clock. You squint a bit to read it, finally making out the numbers. 4:30...am?

"What did they call you for?" you yawn, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. "I don't even know what happened."

He takes a deep breath as a large hand finds your thigh, resting atop the thin blanket. His touch makes you want to melt into a puddle, memories of your past relationship coming back in waves.

"They didn't tell me much, only that it was life or death. Thankfully, your ass chose life." He shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him. "Somethin' about a villain's poison quirk. Ya got hit in the spine and it paralyzed you temporarily, an' you fell from someplace high up. Your partner caught ya and the paramedics got to you just in time."

Oh. Well, that explains the pain from earlier.

"But why did you answer their call, Baku⎯" you cut yourself off to correct his name as it leaves your lips. "Katsuki?"

"I'm not heartless, just 'cause we haven't talked in ages doesn't mean I don't care about ya."

You shift in your bed a bit, eyes gravitating toward the window to avoid his gaze. Truth be told, you two ended on decent terms and not maliciously. Wrong place, wrong time...at least, that's what you two chalked it up to. You were both too busy with hero work, too absent from each other's lives to properly be a couple. After a year, you convinced yourself that you were satisfied watching him from afar, catching brief glimpses of his life through interviews and news reports. That was your excuse, a cowardly way to keep him out of reach and prevent you, and him, from getting distracted.

"Hey." Bakugo's fingers squeeze your thigh to recollect your attention, the blanket crumpling under his palm. You're terrified to look at him, knowing full well that in your battered state, you'll crumble like stone if he says anything remotely sweet. Those vermillion eyes of his always had a way of making you weak ⎯ soft. "I was thinkin' on my way over here that I should'a called ya, reached out to keep in touch. M'sorry for not doin' that."

"It's...fine," you stammer out, a shaky hand coming up to wave off his concern. "We don't have to talk about that now."

"I don't wanna only talk to you when you're hurt, or worse..." he trails off, screwing his eyes shut to avoid the dread lingering in his chest. "Look. What m'gettin' at is you scared the shit outta me, and it made me realize that I've got a lot to say after all these years."

Oh boy, you brace yourself for impact, expecting the explosive nature to come pouring out any second. But, it never comes.

Before you could stop him, Bakugo's on his feet and leaning over the bed, arms slung around your shoulders to pull you close. A strange but familiar veil of comfort drapes over you in the moment, pulling on your heartstrings. Your eyes begin to sting when the words he whispers finally reach your ears. "M'done usin' hero work as an excuse to avoid you. I wanna talk this shit out...when you're ready. I'd love to make ya dinner again."

You can't help but let out a breathless laugh, arms finally coming up to return his hug. "Only if you promise to make your special katsudon. I've been craving it for weeks."

He chuckles over your shoulder, squeezing you a bit tighter in response. "Deal."

Who knew that a villain was what you two needed to face your fears, to finally admit that the spark was never smothered into nothingness. And this time, something tells you that you'll both make damn sure it stays ablaze.

happy softie sunday!! I know it's been awhile since I've written one. hope you don't mind some baku-sap :)

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[peachsukii]

anon acting like only one person can have a themed submission day. it's not a competition!

on sundays, i encourage people to share their softest and fluffiest thoughts called rei's softie sundays. it's just a way to bring sunshine to the dash for one day a week. who knows? your silly little thought could inspire someone or get them to smile during a difficult time.

Shameless Saturdays? aren't you simply coping other people ideas?

Did you miss the post where I said I was inspired by @bakubunny s share with the class Fridays? I'm genuinely confused why you're upset.

[peachsukii]

content // fluff! slightly suggestive if you squint.

note // fighting the worst headache but thinking about bakugo helps. 💕 @pixelcafe-network

『 rei’s softie sundays 』

It’s 3AM by the time Bakugo begrudgingly walks back through the door of your shared home, heavy boots finding their place in the closet and keys tossed onto the counter with a clink. He’s moves in silence, careful not to wake you as he rummages around the kitchen for something to quiet the rumbling in his stomach. Not long after, he sneaks into the shower to scrub the grime from his skin, a mixture of sweat, dirt and anything else he picked up on patrol. By the time he’s ready for bed, it’s quarter to four in the morning.

You hear the creak of the floorboards under Bakugo’s feet and stir awake, stretching like a cat under the covers with a soft groan.

“Hey Kats,” you yawn, turning to face him. “What time is it?”

“Didn’t mean to wake ya, sweetheart. S’almost four.”

Even though you can’t quite see him, you know Bakugo’s exhausted by the sound of his voice. He crawls into the bed, slipping under the comforter before you feel his palm finding your cheek through the darkness to pull your face toward his. Soft, slightly minty, lips collide with yours, his chest pressing your back into the mattress as he hovers above you.

“I love you,” Bakugo mumbles against your lips between gentle pecks, each one a moment longer than the last. He always gets lovey dovey after a night shift, too exhausted to have any sort of filter for himself. Normally, he’ll press a kiss to your shoulder, neck, cheek or forehead after he settles into bed, a small way for you to know he’s home without fully waking you. But tonight? There’s a spark in his touch, that large hand traveling from your cheek to your waist, his thumb drawing circles against your hip. Bakugo breaks away from your lips after a deeper, longer kiss, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too,” you finally whisper in response, nuzzling his nose with your own. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not tired enough to sleep?”

Bakugo lets out a breathless laugh, the hand on your hip slowly moving down to squeeze your thigh. “Fuckin’ exhausted. Could pass out any second unless you keep kissin’ me like that.” He pauses to lightly nip at your bottom lip, grinning to himself when he feels your thigh tremble under his fingers. “What’s ten more minutes if I get to spend it wrapped up in you?”

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯ hearts in the sand

content // tooth-rotting marriage fluff. talks of children hinted at. inspired by this TikTok. ((the Olympian who lost his ring in the river in France)) and happy softie sunday! <3

wc // 0.8k

『 k.bakugo masterlist | caramel & champagne series 』

It’s a quiet night at home, a kitten in your lap with a cup of tea and your favorite reality TV show to wind down the evening. Your phone begins buzzing on the couch repeatedly with rapid fire notifications, startling your cat from his slumber and interrupting your show. Annoyed, you finally pick it up to silence the notifications until you see the multiple headlines that catch your attention.

“Dynamight Saves Dozens But Loses Precious Item”

“Dynamight Loses Treasure on the Beach during Villain Fight”

“…the hell?” You mutter aloud as the sound of heavy footsteps approach the front door before it swings open. Bakugo’s got his mask tucked up into his hair, beads of sweat running down his temples and dripping from his jaw. He’s still fully dressed in his hero attire, huffing frantically while accidentally slamming the door behind him.

“Is…everything okay?” You ask, confused and somewhat frightened. Phoenix jumps from your lap and moves to the opposite side of the couch.

“I…I fucked up,” Bakugo pants, hand on the wall to steady himself. “M’sorry, peach. It was an accident.”

“What was?” At this point, you assume he killed someone and is about to ask you to help him bury the body. “Spit it out, Katsuki. You’re scaring me.”

He sighs before wiping away the sweat from his nose, head hung low with a frown on his face. “I lost my wedding ring.”

Oh...That’s it?

“It’s alright, we can get another one.”

Bakugo’s taken aback by your nonchalant answer. He’s not one to lose things, especially extremely important ones that he’d crawl through hell to keep. He gives you the typical ‘hah?’ reaction, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Sweets...I don't want another one, I want that one."

You shake your head while tossing your phone back onto the couch. “It’s not like you meant to lose it, you’re a hero. Shit happens, it’s out of your control.”

"I should'a been more careful. Dunno how the chain broke and fell out of my costume."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," you say as you get up from the couch. "It's not like you tossed it in the ocean on purpose."

Bakugo scoffs. "How stupid could I be?! Already can't wear it on duty cause of my quirk, and nothin' will replace your handwriting etched inside it." He starts rambling, getting too worked up to notice you getting closer. "What kind of husband can't even keep track of his wedding ring? A shitty one, that's who. God, if I didn't⎯"

You cut him off with a soft kiss, arms gently wrapped around his waist. He melts into you, hands instinctually settling at the small of your back to keep you close. All the anxiety evaporates at your touch as his shoulders deflate. When you part, he lays his forehead against yours, eyes softening when they meet your own.

"Katsuki, you are the furthest thing from a bad husband," you scold, playfully pinching his side while maintaining eye contact. "Never, ever, say that again. You're the epitome of my perfect husband and that's all that matters."

It never ceases to amaze Bakugo just how quickly you defuse his insecurities and replace them with sweet nothings that make his heart flutter.

"I've got an idea that you might hate," you say, bringing a hand to his cheek. "Why don't I toss mine in with yours? That way they're together. Then, we go ahead and renew our vows like we wanted to and buy new rings together."

Speechless.

Bakugo is actually speechless.

He goes to say something, but each time, comes up short on how to properly express how much it means to him that you'd do something so drastic to make him happy. Instead, he tugs you into a tight embrace, squeezing you tighter than usual.

"Peaches, ya don't have to do that," he whispers over your shoulder, hushed and emotional. "Don't want you to risk losing somethin' so special just cause I did."

"I know it's sentimental, but it's only a material thing. My love isn't tied to one piece of jewelry, Katsuki, it's tied to your heart. You can't replace that, no matter how many rings we rotate through."

How'd he get so lucky? Bakugo truly doesn't know what good karmic deeds he's done to deserve someone as angelic as you, but he never takes it for granted.

"Got another idea," he says, pulling back to look you in the eyes. "Keep that one here, save it for a rainy day for the future. We renew our vows, get new rings together, and I get my ring finger tattooed. Can't lose that."

"Only if I can, too." You laugh, giving him an exaggerated kiss in response. "Save it for the future, huh?"

Bakugo blushes, grunting shyly as he rolls his eyes. "Y-yeah, you know...could give it to our kid or somethin' in the future for themselves or to give away."

"Aww, love when you get all mushy about the future," you tease, pulling his face down to leave a peck to his cheek.

"Just love you, peach. S'all it comes down to."

He's right, that's all it comes down to at the end of the day; love.

((general idea for the ring tattoos <3))

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[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  Decorating Sakura’s Room 『 ♡ sakura haruka x reader 』

content // after seeing sakura's empty room for the first time, you're determined to make him feel more at home with a few additions.

note // tumblr decided not to post this yesterday for softie sunday lol so here it is!

Sakura's always deterred you from coming back to his place for your date nights, avoiding the topic altogether by offering to meet up at Pothos or to watch movies at your place instead. For the first month or so of dating, you didn't question it much, but now? It's getting suspicious. What did he have to hide from you?

"C'mon, we always go to my apartment. Why do you never have me over?"

Your demand has Sakura sweating, unable to come up with a logical excuse to keep you away any longer. He knows damn well that you can see right through his lies...and he has a terrible poker face around you.

"Fine, but don't expect much," he mutters, stomping passed you and continuing down the street. When you approach his front door, he takes a deep breath before twisting the handle.

"Do you not lock your door?!" You exclaim, noticing he didn't have a set of keys on him. "Saku, that's dangerous as hell!"

"S'not a big deal," he mumbles before kicking his shoes off into the corner, completely ignoring the shoe rack behind the door. "Don't have anythin' to steal, anyways."

You're confused by his words until you get a decent look at the apartment. It's...bare. Not a single decorative item in sight.

"Did you just move into this place?" you ask, confused. You're slowly making your way back to his bedroom, awestruck by the lack of evidence that anyone lives here.

"Nah, been here since I got to Makochi."

You turn to face him, a sad glint in your eyes before shaking your head. It makes him swallow nervously, the tips of his ears warming by the second. You don't say another word about it for the rest of the day.

A couple days pass until the two of you have plans again. You insist to meet at Sakura's place, and after lots of begging, he begrudgingly agrees. When you finally arrive to his place, you can barely knock on the door with how full your hands are with numerous bags of gifts. He opens the door as your mid-swing with your foot to "knock," immediately overwhelmed by the amount of stuff on your person.

"Th' hell is all this?!" Sakura shouts while attempting to grab a few of the bags from your hands. "Yer like a walkin' target with all this! Get in here already!"

"Sorry, Saku. I couldn't help it."

Sakura places the bags on the floor, slowly peaking through them to investigate just what the hell you've unloaded into his space. There are tons of essential items in neutral tones - a few sets of towels, a bath mat, two pillows and silk cases, a 4 set of plates and bowls, silverware, a pair of black house slippers, a brand new reusable water bottle, a water filter for the fridge, and a picture frame.

"I might've went a little overboard," you say sheepishly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I felt bad you didn't have anything to make your home feel like your own. So I got you some things to warm it up, make it feel more permanent and a place you like, not just one you sleep in."

Sakura's speechless - devastated, even. He can't comprehend what he did to deserve your sweetness, biting his lip to keep his emotions caged. His cheeks are ablaze as he picks up the picture frame, noticing the plastic film is missing and there's a familiar set of pictures behind the glass.

"I went ahead and put in the pictures we took at the photo booth from the theater on our first date, you don't need to keep⎯ "

Your silenced by Sakura's lips capturing yours, his shaky hands cradling your face. Your squeak of surprise makes his heart skip a beat.

"Thank you," he whispers as you part, moving to wrap you up in a tight hug. "Yer...always so warm, like bein' under the sun on a hot day. I'm still getting used to that feelin', but this helps more than you know."

Your heart swells as you lay your head on his shoulder, absorbing all of his affection in the moment.

"Of course, Sakura. You deserve to be happy and feel like you belong."

His grip tightens on your shirt, a shiver running down his spine at your words. One day, he'll be able to tell you how you've made him feel at home for awhile now, and that the material possession are a nonfactor.

You pull back from his hug and pat him on the shoulders. "I'll help you put everything away and whatnot."

The two of you spend the next hour unpacking all of the goodies you've bought, leaving the picture frame for last. Sakura grabs the frame and paces the apartment a few times, pondering where exactly he wants to put it until the perfect spot pops into his mind.

Right above the shoe rack so you can welcome him home every single day with your bright smile.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[peachsukii]

Happy Sunday! ☀️

『 ♡ bookstore owner!bakugo x reader 』

Thinking about an late 40s Bakugo who owns a bookstore with his family in a small town. content ; no quirks, mentions of children (two daughters: 16 and 10), Bakugo & reader are married

A Sunday morning at the Bakugo family bookstore is a sacred tradition.

Katsuki joins your eldest daughter in the kitchen at 8am like clockwork. He’ll prep breakfast while she makes a pot of coffee for you, him and herself. By the time you wrangle your youngest out of bed and to the table, everything’s plated and ready to enjoy - pancakes, scrambled eggs with peppers, bacon and plenty of fresh fruits.

After breakfast, you’re all out the door by 9 and heading down the block to the store together. The shop is closed on Sundays, giving you ample time to get whatever is needed done without the distraction of customers.

“Not much ‘ta get through today, but the store could use a clean up,” Katsuki says over his shoulder as he’s unlocking the front door. “Peach an’ I will do shipment while you two do the clean up.”

Your youngest kicks the ground dramatically, her ashy blonde locks swirling around her as she does. “I cleaned last month! I wanna do the boxes.”

It’s like looking back in time at a small Katsuki demanding things goes his way, and it makes you giggle every time.

“Okay princess, go rip’em open awhile. Peach, you’re with Ma then on cleanin’.”

It doesn’t take long for things to get done, but it’s the atmosphere of the store to yourselves that makes it special. These four walls hold an enormous amount of memories for you and Katsuki, ones you wouldn’t trade for the world.

The two of you bought this shop together when you were freshly 28, scraping together all your savings to help Katsuki achieve his dream. The back office is where you found out you were pregnant with your first daughter. Her first steps were in the non-fiction aisle on a Thursday morning, running to her dad while he was organizing a shelf. She had her fifth birthday party in the kids area, showing off how cool her dad’s shop was to all her friends.

Your second daughter would skip down the aisles playing hide and seek with her sister when she was older, their laughter echoing throughout the shop in the summer months. Sometimes you’d catch them snuggled up in a corner, book in their laps and snoring peacefully against the shelving. Customers never minded their playfulness or noise while shopping, it gave the shop an endearing charm.

The bookstore was a safe haven, a place where you all could still make memories together as a family, even if it was just dusting off shelves and stacking new releases on a table. And even though these Sundays were sporadic, it was an unspoken tradition to spend time together, one that would be passed down through every Bakugo generation to come.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  one last dance

『 ♡ Bakugo x reader 』

content // college au (21+). fluff. you & bakugo dance at one of mina’s parties and leave everyone cheering for more!

note // happy belated softie sunday! I think we all need a little soft bakugo this week. 🧡

College parties are the last place Bakugo wants to be, especially one of Ashido and Kirishima’s house parties. He could be sound asleep after a successful night of studying, but here he is, sitting on the couch and nursing a beer for the last thirty minutes. He’s checked his phone ten times since he sat down, anxiously awaiting your arrival since the party started. Ashido guaranteed that you’d be here - the only reason he showed up in the first place. Why else would he subject himself to such an environment? The majority of the people at this party annoyed the ever loving hell out of him, too loud and obnoxious for his liking.

A sudden rush of air followed by someone hopping over the back of the couch startles Bakugo, juggling his phone in one hand and raising his beer with the other to avoid spilling it everywhere.

“Th’ fuck is your prob—” he snaps, stopping himself as your bright smile blinds him and catches him off guard.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long!” You chirp cheerfully, leaning your full weight against him as you sink into the cushions. “Lame party, huh?”

He slips his phone back into his pocket with a grumble and switches the beer into his right hand. His left arm stretches across the back of the couch to make room for you to nestle into his side.

“S’not so bad,” Bakugo mutters, barely audible over the bass of the music flowing through the house. When the song changes to one you recognize, your eyes light up with excitement, jumping to your feet and extending your hand to him.

“I know you don’t dance, and I’ve asked dozens of times before, but I’m going keep trying to get your ass off this couch at every damn party. Dance with me, please?”

How the hell can he say no to that? He’s resisted your temptations long enough, maybe indulging once wouldn’t hurt. Bakugo puts his beer on the nearest table and stands to take your hand. “Fine, one song.”

He hopes you can’t feel the sweat beginning to coat his palm, or the trembling of his fingers wrapped around yours. You pull him into the middle of the living room alongside the others, but to him, you’re the only two in the room. The song is a mixture of slow and fast, some pop punk cover of a recent radio hit. You don’t rush Bakugo, taking your time to take both of his hands before twirling around in front of him, hips effortlessly swaying to the tempo of the song while his arms are crossed in front of you. He can feel his body radiating heat, all of his concentration centered on keeping his shit together while you glide your body around him like a feather in the wind. When the beat slows, he forcibly spins you to face him before he can chicken out, pulling you close until your chests are touching, one hand slipping to the small of your back to keep you close.

The two of you don’t realize you have an audience - friends silently gathering in the doorway to the living room to join the others in watching the two of you unintentionally take over the dance floor. Ashido, Kirishima, Kaminari, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki and Jiro all staring with stars in their eyes, a joint “oh my god are they finally gonna do it?” murmur amongst them.

Bakugo’s other hand rests on your collarbone, relishing in the bare skin contact for a moment before moving to your waist, shifting you to spin in tandem. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, flying blind and doing what feels right in the moment. The song is winding down, the final echo of the chorus ringing in his ears when he makes a split second choice - his free hand runs down the back of your thigh while he dips you back, watching as you instinctively stretch back to accentuate the movement. Right as the song ends, Bakugo’s got you cradled against him when someone cuts the music entirely, and suddenly…everyone is staring at you two.

“Kiss her!” Ashido yells, inciting a chant amongst the crowd. Kirishima and the others begin yelling “Kiss!” repeatedly with everyone else.

This is not how Bakugo envisioned kissing you for the first time, but he’s pined after you for so long, he can’t take a chance on missing this shot to go from friends to…something more. Shakily, his one hand stays at the small of your back while the other lays against your neck. He can feel your pulse thrumming against his thumb - maybe you wanted this as much as he did after all.

Bakugo leans in close, and the rest of the world falls silent as he whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

No one has ever asked to kiss you, they usually steal what they want and leave you for their next catch of the week. But this? This is what you’ve been waiting for, and he’s been here the whole goddamn time.

You want to say something witty, some smart remark to make this moment light hearted, but you can’t. The words won’t come out, so you settle on a cheesy smile and excited nod. With your permission, his hand moves to the back of your head and under your ponytail to pull you into his orbit. You wrap your arms around his neck as cheers begin to erupt from everyone around you. And when your lips gently touch, you can’t help the giggle that surfaces, and shockingly enough, you feel Bakugo chuckle in response. When he backs away from your lips, you tug him back in for a second, not wanting the moment to pass just yet.

“Yeah!!! Finally!” Jiro shouts, fist bumping with Kirishima and Kaminari with glee.

The crowd begins to mingle back into the swing of the party as the music resumes, leaving the two of you breathless in the middle of it all.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Wanna ditch this party and get dinner?” You ask with a grin.

Bakugo laughs while tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Ya don’t have to ask me twice, let’s get the fuck outta here.”

softies; @slayfics @maddietries @starieqq @liluvtojineteyam

@jays-adventure3 @simp-plague @queenpiranhadon @kirishimaeijiromyman

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[peachsukii]

hello! softie sunday !!

mha boys being a cuddle monster! how do you think each of them wrap you up so that you don't get up/move; especially if you’re angry?

thanks !💕

Hiya Jay!! I hope you’re having a good day 🥰

Oh this so sweet! They all definitely have their own ways of keeping you in their arms when you try to leave them too soon.

Midoriya

Midoriya is very gentle in his approach to get you to stay put. All he has to do is give you puppy dog eyes and whisper a measly “please?” before you give in and stay snuggled up to him.

Bakugo

The most passive aggressive clingy boy there is. Bakugo will latch onto you and not say a word, just groan and mumble until you stay put. Then he’s all smirk and smiles, nuzzling into you and holding you close because he got his way. You don’t even bother fighting him anymore whenever he gets clingy, it’s best to stay put and embrace his warmth.

Todoroki

Ahh, the sweetheart of the group. Todoroki will give you the *look* (aka pout), asking “are you getting up so soon?” but not stop you from leaving. His body language is enough to guilt you back into his arms, and when you do, he whispers, “thank you, princess” while kissing your forehead lovingly.

Kirishima

Another passive aggressive clingy boy! He’ll silently sulk until you come back and cuddle with him longer, often telling you that you owe him more cuddle time after whatever it is you need to get up to do.

Kaminari

He means well, but Kaminari is the ultimate beggar when it comes to cuddling with him and that time being interrupted. He isn’t afraid to complain about it, sighing dramatically when you get up to grab something and clawing at your clothes. “Nooooo, just another minute!” Is always the phrase, and it’s never a minute. It’s at least enough time for him to take a nap with you.

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  clover blooms in the field 『 ♡ florist!yuuji x reader 』

content // juniors in college. modern au. yuuji works at his grandpa’s flower shop. reader & yuuji go to the same college. note // I missed softie Sunday last weekend 😭 I didn’t have time to finish this like I wanted so here it is this week! 『 #reis softie sundays 』

Sunday, a time of calm for most people, a day of rest and to ready yourself for the coming week. Not in the floral business - Sunday’s are their busiest day of the week. Something about it draws people in to buy flowers for any and all occasions.

Yuuji’s morning routine at the shop with his grandfather hasn’t changed in the last 6 years. He’s been working with him since his high school days, eager to learn about the family business to one day make it his own. The aroma of fresh coffee from the back of the shop mixes with the natural floral scent, creating a welcoming aura for their customers.

“Yuuji!” His grandfather calls. “Need you to de-thorn this shipment. We’ve got lots of roses for today’s pickups.”

“You got it!” Yuuji beams, skipping over to the table and beginning to unwrap the rose delivery from earlier that morning. He grabs his headphones, tosses them on and gets to work, effortlessly working the knife against the rose stems. A few hours pass, full of restocking, pickups, and last-minute arrangement requests. Yuuji’s looking through the online receipt for his next arrangement and recognizes your name.

Oh! We have the same lecture hall at school. I think the girl that sits behind me?

He takes a few extra minutes to make the bouquet you ordered, making sure it's in pristine condition. Right as he wraps the bow around the stems, the bell above the door to the shop chimes. Yuuji pops his head out from the back to greet the customer.

"Welcome to Itadori Family Floral!"

You wave to him cheerfully. "Hey, Yuuji. About time I finally caught you here."

He trots to the front counter with your flowers in hand. "Oh, hi! I'm only here whenever I can help out 'cause of school. Sorry if you were looking for me! I can ring you up down here."

"Thanks." You smile and walk with him to the register. Handing him your credit card, you tap your fingers against the countertop nervously. "I wanted to ask you something if you're not too busy."

Yuuji's eyes twinkle when he looks up at you. "Sure! What's up?"

His adorable dimples fills your stomach with butterflies.

"We have that midterm coming up and I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner sometime and study," you ask, fluttering your lashes and brushing over his fingers when you take card the back. "My treat. What do you say?"

Yuuji practically jumps over the counter in excitement. "I'd love to! How about Friday night?"

Taking your flowers, you turn on your heel and look back at him with a satisfied grin. "You got it, gumdrop. See ya Friday."

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  song bird 『 ♡ kirishima x reader 』

content // fluff. kirishima loves to listen to your voice in the early mornings. note // happy softie sunday! just a little cutesy blurb about kiri being enamored with his neighbor.

Kirishima’s on the balcony of his apartment one day, enjoying his morning coffee while scrolling through his phone in silence. It’s not uncommon for him to be up with the sunrise, he’s usually at the gym with Bakugo or at the park by now to workout, but something about this morning reminded him to slow down and take his time.

You lived in the apartment below the sturdy hero, never complaining about how late he comes home from patrol or how loud his footsteps can mistakenly be when you’re sleeping.

It's that same morning that Kirishima hears you sing for the first time. It’s soft - angelic, soothing to his ears. He puts his phone in his lap and listens to your singing, your sliding door presumably cracked open to let the morning breeze flow through your living room. Was it weird to listen to your neighbor this early in the morning? Maybe, but Kirishima found himself hypnotized by your vocals, the tension in his body from hero work dissolving with every note. You two were strangers, and yet, had a quiet connection through music.

It became a silent ritual - you sang every single morning while hanging your laundry or cleaning your living room, and he watched the sunrise alongside your songs. He wasn’t familiar with many of them, but it comforted him all the same. He swears you're some sort of siren as he's never been so enamored with music, or anyone's voice by itself.

A week goes by and Kirishima is coming back from patrol in the middle of the afternoon, looking forward to decompressing after a long shift. He's exhausted, not paying much attention to his surroundings until he spots a note on his apartment door, stuck to the wood with a heart sticker. The handwriting is in immaculate cursive, a short but sweet message.

"Come over tomorrow morning to apartment 2C, we can drink our coffee together. :)"

2C? Where's...oh.

That's your apartment.

Shit - guess he wasn't so secretive about it after all.

Either way, he was looking forward to meeting you in person tomorrow and finally put a face to your beautiful voice.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[peachsukii]

I wanted to continue off of last week’s Softie Sunday story about the Bakugo family bookstore. 🥰 I know it’s a liiiittle late but I finally got around to writing this out today.

『 ♡ bookstore owner!bakugo x fem!reader 』

content ; no quirks, mentions of children (two daughters: 16 and 10), Bakugo & reader are married

“So…there’s somethin’ I wanna tell ya,” your eldest daughter starts, pausing to await your reactions. Katsuki quirks an eyebrow at her and glances your way, signaling for you to take the reins.

“Sure honey. What is it?” You ask, placing your utensils on the table and folding your hands over one another, devoting your attention to her. It wasn’t uncommon for important conversations to happen over dinner in the Bakugo household, it’s where you all could come together to connect every night.

“I decided what I wanna do. Y’know, as a career…at least I think I do.”

Katsuki tilts his head in curiosity while taking another bite of his dinner. “Yeah? An’ what’s that?”

She takes a deep breath before smiling confidently.

“I wanna be an author, just like Aunt Momo!”

Katsuki’s eyes twinkle under the dining room lights, beaming over his daughter’s aspirations. She was always the kid with the wildest imagination, constantly drawing cute children’s stories throughout school and acing all her creative writing projects. You and Katsuki assumed she’d want to be writer or illustrator when she was older, but never wanted to push her on it. It’s a hobby she loved and you didn’t want to pressure her into turning it into a career.

“That’s fantastic, sweetie!” You praise, reaching across the table to touch her hand. She turns to Katsuki, putting her free hand on his shoulder.

“Plus, someone’s gotta be book smart like Pops to run our store. I wanna continue the family legacy.”

He’s stunned, speechless. The room remains quiet until the silence is broken with your youngest throwing her fists in the air, victoriously shouting, “See sis? I knew he’d cry!”

Katsuki bursts into laughter, wiping the stray tears away with the backs of his hands. “That predictable, huh? M’proud of you, peach. Your Ma and I love and support whatever you wanna do.”

Your eldest crinkles her nose before grinning widely, just like her father does.

“Why don’t we call Aunt Momo after dinner, see if she has time to take you to lunch to talk about it?” You offer, squeezing her hand assuringly. “I’m sure she’d love to talk your ear off about writing.” She nods excitedly, her smile lighting up the room.

“I’ve got an idea for ya,” Katsuki says, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “How ‘bout we let you do a reading at the shop? Compile some of your stories in an anthology of sorts and read ‘em to customers, get yourself out there. We’ve got the space.”

“Really?!” She gasps, eyes wide with excitement.

He smiles, leaning his elbows back onto the table. “It’s our store and I’m the boss. We can figure it out after your talk with Aunt Ponytail.”

She jumps up from her seat, feet padding down the hallway to her room while exclaiming, “I’m gonna call her now!”

“There she goes, reminds me of someone I know,” you tease, winking in Katsuki’s direction. He shakes his head with a chuckle. In the distance, you can faintly hear “Auntie Momo! How are you?! I want to…” coming from her room.

It’s hard to believe how much a little local bookstore has helped shape your family into what it is today, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  your favorite demon slayer takes you to a carnival!

『 ♡ various demon slayer x reader 』

content ; modern au (no demon slaying lol), college age, fluff to the max Happy Sunday, loves! I'm burnt to a crisp after working at the faire today, but wanted to share this sweet little thought on my mind.

The sun sets over the horizon, a beautiful mixture of pastel hues painted across the sky as the gentle breeze offers relief from the humidity lingering in the air. Soon enough, the sounds of the carnival begin to fill the air - children's laughter, buzzers and music, and the mechanical whir of the rides.

Tanjiro

Tanjiro walks with you, hand in hand, throughout the entirety of the carnival, taking notice how your eyes land on a specific stuffed animal at one of the game stands each time you passed the stall. Once you've gotten your first snack of the night, he gently leads you back to said stall to play together. It's one of those water shooting games - whoever can get their target to the top first is the winner! He pays for the two of you before you get the chance to pull out your wallet. And when Tanjiro wins, he's all laughs and smiles as he asks for the plush from the attendant, gleaming with joy when your face lights up with excitement. It's just one more to add to the pile back home, but seeing you smile makes it all worth it - he'd win you every single one if it meant seeing you this way.

Giyu

When Giyu suggested going to the local carnival for your date night, you were taken aback that he'd want to go in the first place - he's not one for crowds and noise. He assures you that he wants to step out of his comfort zone, and you'll be with him, so he has nothing to worry about. When you get there, you can't help but notice how much his eyes glitter under the various fairy lights and neon signs of the rides, in awe of every little thing around him. It's the cutest thing, spaced out while taking in the moment. Giyu insists on buying you a funnel cake - how can you go to a carnival without eating one? And when he tells you he's never had any, you share it with him while watching the fireworks show at the end of the night, snuggled up on a blanket beneath the spectacle of lights.

Tengen

You knew better than most people that Tengen was ecstatic during this time of year - flashy celebrations are in his blood, how could he not get excited for carnival season? He plans a date night for the two of you as soon as he knows the date for the carnival in his hometown. As the sun sets, he takes you around his hometown, telling story after story of his life before college and how he 'fell off that swing set at nine!' or 'I used to swim in that creek over there with friends!' It's endearing how he talks about it all like it was yesterday, or that you were there with him. Once you finally get to the carnival, Tengen wants to introduce you to every single person that he knows - old friends from school, his family, and old bosses when he worked here as a teen. They spoil you with affection, offering free tickets and snacks wherever you went. What he didn't tell you is that the firework show is organized by his family - he pulled some strings to be sure your favorite colors were used and that you had the perfect place to lay in the grass to see it.

Sanemi

The moment Sanemi steps foot onto the carnival grounds, he's booking it over to the ticket booth, loading up on the currency to jump on as many rides as possible. You've told him plenty of times that carnival rides are super reckless and will leave you sore, but he didn't care - that only added to his excitement. The thrill of it being dangerous in any circumstance made it that much more desirable for him. He drags you on to each one with him, too - the makeshift wooden rollercoaster, tilt-a-whirl, ferris wheel, bumper cars, and mirror maze...multiple times a piece. Once Sanemi can tell you're worn out, he buys you all the food you want as a 'thanks' for spending time with him. You both plow through hot dogs, ice cream, lemonade, pretzels, and of course, cotton candy to refuel. He knows you're not much of a thrill seeker, but it means the world to him (and he'd never tell you) that you go along with it all, open to trying any and everything by his side.

Genya

The thing Genya's most excited about is carnival games! He loves to show off his skills and win you every single prize under the sun - little trophies to signify how much he adores you. When you arrive, he immediately makes a mental list of which games he'd like to play, in what order, and how many tries it'll take to win you the biggest things available. His favorites are dart games and anything to do with shooting - he's an excellent marksmen from being on the archery team at his college, and can't help but show off for you whenever he gets the chance. You're his biggest cheerleader, always hyping him up before a competition, and now with these silly games. By the end of the night, both Genya's and your arms are full of prizes - everything from stuffed animals to small trinkets. The way your smile sparkles under the lights of the carnival is more than worth it to him to show you just how much he cares.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[peachsukii]

REI! I almost forgot that it was Softie Sunday, I would have been so upset if I had missed it because I have been stewing over this for DAYS.

Bakugou loves to tease you. Sometimes, you get all frustrated and then flustered when you realize he's just messing with you and he thinks it is the cutest thing ever. And other times, you burst into laughter and it just makes him fall for you even harder.

You'll be trying to reach the cereal box on the top shelf, dancing on your tiptoes as your fingertips barely graze the taunting box.

He'll walk into the kitchen, grin when he sees you struggling to reach the box and come over to you, feigning assistance before pushing the box further out of your reach.

He can't help the burly laugh that's forced up his throat when he looks down to see your cheeks puffed out like an angry hamster, your brows knitted together at him in frustration.

"Kaatsukkiiiii." You whine up at him, throwing your head back in exasperation like a child, not getting what they want. You want to be mad, but he's so gorgeous smiling down at you as he soaks in your cuteness.

Other times, you'll be bantering about something and when you actually make a decent point, he'll start to mimic you, talking in a high pitched voice, bobbing his head in an attempt to imitate your sassy body language.

You'll stare at him with an unamused expression(😑) which causes him to chortle before he presses a kiss to your forehead, muttering against your temple, " 'm just teasin' you, Peach."

His favorite is when he makes you so frustrated over something so stupid that you both start to giggle at the ridiculousness until you are both in stitches of laughter.

He had put the cream back in the refrigerator, not realizing that you going to use it. You're all in a huff, reopening the fridge to get it, only to melt when he grabs your coffee mug off of the counter, steadily holding it for you to add the cream to.

As soon as you open the container and begin to tilt the carton toward the opening of the mug, he slightly moves the mug out from under the spout of the container, causing you to nearly spill it on the floor.

You begin to giggle, "Katsuki, this is battle neither of us will win." He's grinning like a fiend at this point, loving the way you're trying to suppress your laughter. When you try once again to pour the cream into the mug, he moves it again.

You're shaking with laughter at this point, completely giving up and setting the cream down on the counter. Katsuki laughs with you, setting your mug down on the countertop, watching, waiting for the moment you to decide it was safe to try again.

Playfully narrowing your eyes at him, you pull the mug closer to you. Once again, you pick up the carton and begin to tilt the opening toward the lip of mug, only for Katsuki to gently grab the handle of the mug between his thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it away from you, watching with tears of laughter wetting the corners of his eyes as your pad after the mug sliding away from on the counter, chasing it with the container of cream like a little goblin.

Once he reaches the end of the counter, he lets you have it, snorting as he throws back in head in laughter as you laugh, "Aha!!" in victory, which you both stand there, laughing so hard your bending over to clutch your stomach.

He is just so incredibly in love with you and he loves that you let him mess with you regularly so that he can continue to prove it so because he doesn't mess with anyone like that. Just you.

Pastel, I’ve read this like six times and it makes me so damn smiley!!!! Especially “I’m just teasin’ you, Peach.” 🥺🥹😭🧡💖💜

((This happens in my household daily as well 😂))

I adore that he does it just to make us laugh, to be silly and stupid. Ending up laughing over stupid things together is my favorite thing and I’m gonna cherish this thought forever. 🥰💖

『 #reis softie sundays 』