I'm Gonna Purpose This: Sero Is Mixed With A Little Bit Of Polynesian. Like, Not That Related, Probably

i'm gonna purpose this: sero is mixed with a little bit of polynesian. like, not that related, probably about thirty percent, but his great grandmother was.

shinso is such a sandwich guy.

like the man is rarely seen without a turkey sandwich in his hands or protruding through his right cheek. Your words go over his head when you talk to him while he's constructing one together, either responding by saying "that's nice, baby" or plainly nodding his head.

a/n 📓: so to add a little background into this, I was online window shopping on esty and I find these!!!

a/n 📓: personalized wedding cufflinks!!! and while I'm still in high school and not planning on getting married yet, can you imagine bakugo wearing these?! God, it's so sweet! I had to write a little blurb about this.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. unproofread (ill re-read and correct stuff later), fluff, gender-neutral, flustered bakugo, kinda rushed, I used katsuki instead of bakugo because I am close to him

The day before your wedding, bakugo imprints your initial as well as his on his two golden studs. It's a touching gesture that goes unnoticed for two years after your marriage.

That is, until you move into a wider home and need to pack up.

A room containing sharpie-identified boxes crowned by other boxes is revealed to you when you enter the room. In the bedroom, nothing was left unboxed except the bed and the drawers. It was agreed that you would get new drawers and leave the old ones behind and of course, you would pack up your bed when the moving truck arrived tomorrow, the day of the move.

You kneeled to reach for the first district of the drawer as you plopped the tape dispenser along with three cardboard boxes on the floor. As you dug through your pile of clothes, you placed them neatly inside the box, and carried out the same manner with Katsuki's clothes, except his were collected in a separate box. You left two outfits out and placed them on top of the polished surface of the drawer to be worn for tomorrow.

You hear from outside the room a car beep along with a shut of the trunk. Katsuki found himself busy filling in the space in the car with the smaller items.

After you complete combing through the empty section, you tape the boxes shut and mark them with your black sharpie.

While spelling your name, you caught something that remained unpacked from the corner of your eye, sitting on your nightstand. Katsuki's waxed jewelry box.

Almost two years ago, it contained charms that you might expect every man to have, a tangled mess of stud earrings, rings, necklaces, and Jolly Ranchers candy wrappers.

Now, probing through the small box, you noticed nothing really had changed, except Katsuki now had a taste in Smarties.

There was one thing, however, that really caught your attention: the new shining studs from the box. You picked one up. It had a printed date on it, 5.17.19, or in other words, your wedding date.

You picked up its twin next which had something different imprinted on it. (Y/F/I) + K.

It's a small detail that makes your heart skip.

Katsuki knocks on the open door which causes your attention to flick to his eyes. He's leaning on the doorway with an eyebrow raised, "What are you doing?"

With glinting heart eyes, you point the cufflink towards him, "it has our initials on it! Did you do that?"

He squints his eyes to get a better view of it before the image clicks in his mind. You can see redness sweep across his ears, "yeah, so what?" He murmurs, embarrassed at being caught being sentimental.

"Why didn't you tell me? It's so cute," you say with a grin, turning your hand to stare at it again with a thumb running over the dents.

"What could I say? It wouldn't matter," he grumbles.

You're not angry that he didn't tell you, far from it actually. You're flustered that he would even go through something as so minor and charming as this even if it didn't get recognized. It conveyed to you how much he loves you and that none of this is for show.

The man even wears his wedding ring on rare occasions when you're both alone and unoccupied in your small apartment. You memorize toying with the ring on his finger while you rested your head on his lap watching movies at home unaccompanied.

Is it possible that a man would deliberately or unconsciously give the smallest details tremendous attention? It's not always the case, but for Katsuki, it will be.

IT'S YOUR FUNERAL — your assaulter believes you're fucking around when you say you'll go get your boyfriend. It's his funeral.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. k. bakugo x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. assault, reader kinda fits in the damsel in distress role, katsuki knocking them out, gender-neutral, not proof-read, re-uploaded

When you shouted to the man who was currently attempting to squeeze your waist, the loud music drowned out your voice. Your words only became apparent when you pushed his hands away and salacity-filled eyes connected to those of your more adamant ones.

"Hm? What d'ya say, baby?" You shivered upon hearing the nickname he gave you.

"I said to leave me alone," you yelled again.

"Uh-huh?" he grins, finding your discomfort extremely amusing, "you want me to leave you alone?"

Firstly, you responded by asserting yes, but after some consideration, you decide that including, or else, is necessary.

When his head falls to his shoulder, he says, "or else what, baby? Whatchu gonna do if I don't?"

Frumpily, you reply, "I'll get my boyfriend."

"You'll go get your boyfriend?" He smirks, "where is he then?"

You point behind yourself at your golden-headed brute, decked in his finest. That would be some baseball cap and jeans adorned with a red wives-beater showcasing his enlarged biceps. "See him? He's got blonde hair. You can't miss it."

Unfortunately to your attacker, he does. He views you as pointing at the smaller, scrawnier blonde boy, with latte eyes rather than the much larger, bulkier, and crimson-eyed one he's talking to. The grin on his face only beams from knowing he would win if a fight broke loose because of his size and strength.

"Go ahead and get 'em, babe," He licks his lips as he anticipates victory, "I wanna talk."

Rolling your eyes at him, you contemplate how dumb and wacky he must be, but you keep that to yourself. Under the tinted lights, you see the aggressor's eyes watching you squeeze past sweaty bodies that flashed purple to blue and settles on pink before it shortly resets the rotation again.

As you catch how his eyes appear to magnify with uneasiness and how he clenches his jaw tight as you steer towards the larger blondie, you observe how he displays skepticism. Despite this, he holds firm.

From the corner of his eye, Kasuki notices you shakily emerging from the dancing bodies with a grimace glued on your profile. With a scowl on his face, he stares at you. "What's wrong?"

"Katsuki, some dude keeps trying to touch me," you whine, pointing to the guy who remains awkward in the middle of the dance floor. His stance reminds you of the stand you would take in front of your asleep parents to alarm them that you had vomited just moments ago. "He wanted to talk to you when I told him to leave me alone."

In response, Kaminari, the assailant assumed to be your boyfriend, whistles before smoothly vacating to bother Kirishima, as he does not want to be caught in Katsuki's wrath which occasionally tends to end up affecting everyone's day.

As Katsuki's eyes follow those of the guy who suddenly turns his attention to the people around him, he deepens his scowl even more. Your arm wraps around the arm of the man who kicks his feet off the wall, moving toward your aggressor. Contrary to you, he has an easy time crossing the dance floor, simply shuffling anybody off with a fuck off who tries to disrupt him.

As Katsuki approaches him further, it's hard not to assume the man is pissing his pants. Despite their similar height, he recognizes that he is standing in front of a fanatical hero who has doomed villains to the slammer half-dead with melted faces. The hero then asks, "Why are you bothering them?" But the man know it's bait to give him a story to fuck him up.

And as you expected, he turns into a little bitch. Although his mouth opens, closes, and opens again, he doesn't say anything. Rather than his randy stare that used to flit from your eyes to your waist, he now looks at you straight in the eye with fear as if he was begging for redemption. You don't grant him that kind of safety.

In the realization that he dug himself into this dilemma and only he can effort to dig himself out, he finally chokes out with his hands raised in the air, "L-Look, I didn't mean— It was a joke! I-I didn't realize they would take it—" before his words are cut short.

Katsuki's glare is venomous, "so you never took a hint after they told you to fuck off multiple times?"

It wasn't until the cold breeze that swept under your hair that you realized Katsuki was directing the man outside the club. Away from onlookers.

You could hear the man's heart drop before eventually, he is. Nevertheless, before that, he spewed out a topsy-turvy mess of "I-I— the music, it was— I couldn't—" before ultimately being clocked out by a fist that linked with his head. He falls backward onto the packs of stuffed garbage bags that end up ripping upon impact.

"Thanks, Katsuki," you say, depositing a stained, red kiss on his cheek.

In the end, Katsuki is content with the fact that the slimeball is sure to leave you alone, despite his irritation with the lack of brawl that the man seemed to be seeking before and was so confident about.

"Just doing my job, princess."

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what fandoms should I start writing in or get into??