𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠

he knows my shade / k. bakugo

he knows your makeup shades, brands, and preferences by heart!

the bell above the shop door chimed as you stepped inside, eyes lighting up at the familiar rows of skincare, blushes, and lip tints. you hadn’t expected to end up in a makeup store today, but when you spotted it on the corner and pointed it out, katsuki bakugo just gave a gruff, “tch. if we’re already here, might as well.”

you didn’t expect him to follow you inside. you really didn’t expect him to stay close by, arms crossed, eyes scanning shelves like he was on some kind of mission.

as you wandered over to the lipstick display, you heard him mutter behind you, “that’s not the one you use.”

you turned, brows raised. “huh?”

he pointed at the tube in your hand. “that brand’s too dry for your lips. you always use that other one—the one with the gold cap.”

you blinked. “you… noticed that?”

he looked away, ears tinting pink. “i’m not blind, dumbass. you always complain when your lips feel dry. that brand sucks.”

you bite back a smile and reach for the right one—your shade, your favorite brand. the one he somehow remembered down to the packaging.

you wandered a little more, grabbing a concealer, and without hesitation he said, “you’re shade 105 in that. you went too light last time and kept whining about looking like a ghost.”

“...”

“bakugo katsuki,” you said slowly, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “how do you know all of this?”

he shrugged, still not making eye contact. “you talk.” he pointed at you. “i listen.” then pointed at himself.

your heart skipped.

he didn’t say it to be romantic. that was just him—blunt, rough, no-nonsense. but those four words said more than any cheesy pickup line ever could.

you reached out and gently bumped your shoulder against his. “thanks, kat. that’s actually really sweet of you.”

he grunted. “whatever. just hurry up before you end up buying the whole damn store.”

still, he stayed by your side the entire time—grumbling, yes, but you caught him sneaking glances at you every time you smiled at a new item.

and you knew, without him ever needing to say it, that he liked seeing you happy. even if it meant memorizing every shade, every brand, every detail just because it mattered to you.

as you reached the lip care section and immediately lit up. “ooh, they have new flavors! i’ve been wanting to try a different lip balm.”

bakugo followed behind, glancing lazily at the shelves “what's wrong with the one you always use?”

“i dunno,” you said with a shrug, twisting open a tester to sniff. “just thought i’d change it up since i'm always using strawberry flavor. maybe try this cherry one—”

“no.”

you blinked, turning to him. “what?”

he crossed his arms and frowned, a bit too intensely for such a tiny lip balm. “the one you use now tastes better. the strawberry one.”

your brain short-circuited. “i…i’m sorry, what?”

bakugo looked away, jaw clenching. “i said what i said. the old one’s better. that cherry crap’s probably gonna taste all artificial and weird.”

you gawked at him, warmth blooming in your cheeks. “wait…you’re actually savoring my lip balm tastes when we kiss?”

he tsked, clearly flustered now. “i’m not fucking savoring it, i’m just saying…i notice, alright? and that one—” he jabbed a finger toward the familiar pink tube you always used, “—that one’s the good one.”

a beat passed.

you broke into a wide grin. “katsuki. are you telling me you enjoy kissing me when i wore that strawberry flavored lip balm?”

“don’t make it weird,” he muttered, grabbing the old brand and tossing it into your shopping basket with zero hesitation. “just stick with the usual.”

you were still giggling as you walked toward the register, and bakugo, still flushed and fuming behind you, grumbled something under his breath about how you’re the one who kisses him first anyway.

after ringing up the products you bought, katsuki immediately beat you at paying as his card was already pushed on the cashier's hand. you looked at him in surprise but then blushed at his act of kindness—but to him, he just loves spoiling you.

when you thank him with all of your heart, he couldn't help but to feel warm in his chest as he literally watched you hoover him with sparkles in your eyes. and in his mind, he was sure he would do that all over again just to see you this happy.

as the two of you stepped out of the store, the little bell above the door jingled behind you. your bag was full of your favorite essentials—plus a few extras bakugo had thrown in with an annoyed scowl and muttered, “just get it already.”

he reached out and plucked the shopping bag from your hand before you could even blink.

“hey—!”

“i’m carrying it,” he said flatly, already walking ahead.

you jogged a few steps to catch up, a smile tugging at your lips. “you’re such a softie.”

“shut up,” he shot back, ears already turning red.

the two of you walked side by side, your free hand brushing his. when you slipped your fingers into his, he didn’t pull away—just squeezed gently, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

the city buzzed around you: people, traffic, distant music—but it all felt quiet with him next to you, warm and steady.

then, just as you turned the corner toward a quieter street, he suddenly stopped walking.

you turned to him, confused. “kat—?”

he set the shopping bag down for a moment, then leaned in and kissed you.

soft. quick. familiar.

but when he pulled back, he made a face as he licked his lips. “yep. that new lip balm would’ve ruined that.”

you laughed as you hooked your arms around his neck. “oh my god, you’re actually obsessed with my lip balm.”

“nah, not the balm,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer as you walked again. “just the way you taste.”

that shut you right up.

but the grin you wore all the way home? yep. he definitely noticed.

and if he kissed you again at the next stoplight just to prove his point? well… who were you to complain?

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©luvvixu2025

a/n: based on true story lol! i think this is by far my most favorite katsuki story that i wrote.

here to remind y'all it's percy jackson's birthday. happy birthday man. you've survived for long enough. go live your life. we stand with you.

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“gotta be more careful, sweet girl.”

you glare. “I am careful. but accidents happen.”

percy throws you a look to skepticism before placing his lips over the first bandaid around your middle finger. it’s a blue one with sharks.

then, he goes to the second cut on your index, no bandaid over this as it’s healing. he kisses it nonetheless. and then next, a moderately bigger cut on your thumb— you had tried to cut an apple but slipped drastically.

that one would eventually leave a scar, you were sure of it.

percy gingerly rubs his own thumb over it before pressing his mouth to it additionally. “I’m never letting you cut an apple again.”

your glare returns. “that’s not fair.”

“I’m trying to be chivalrous here, sweet girl, work with me.”

you roll your eyes with a scoff. “yeah, but I’m a grown woman, I can handle it.”

“okay,” percy says unconvincingly with a light nod. “but I don’t want you hurt.”

you sigh. your gaze softens as you meet his green eyes. “I know.”

“yeah? good.” his tone is teasing but his smile is too genuine for you not to return it.

cabin three obtains an intimate, comfortable silence. percy’s gaze falls to your tangled hands, his thumb grazes your cuts with such delicacy you could cry. you bite down on your bottom lip.

which, coincidentally, you also had a cut over. only this time, it was percy who had gave it to you.

you let your own eyes fall to your boyfriend. he appears content as ever. like a golden retriever with a new bone. except he’d always look at you like he was doing so for the first time ever.

that’s despite being together for six years.

“percy,” you whisper, afraid of speaking any louder.

he looks back up at you within an instant. “my sweet girl.”

those damn butterflies…

you shrug faintly. “I love you.”

a smile graces his lips. his eyes, hazy yet sparkling. it reminds you of the glistening sea reflecting off of the summer sun. “I love you, too.”

you blush feverishly and pull your legs up to your chest. your cheek rests against your knee. “to neptune and back?”

percy shakes his head. “not far enough.”

fair enough.

“do you think we’re soulmates?”

“i don’t believe in that shit.” katsuki’s hand tangles in your messy hair sprawled against the pillow he fought you over and ultimately gave to you with a small roll of his eyes.

you huff against his chest, frowning at his words. “you don’t think we were meant to be?”

“hell no.” he grins almost a little mockingly

“why not..?” you mutter, thankful your face is out of his sight because your disappointed expression is really quite laughable.

it’s silent for a long moment, and in the dark room, you assume he fell asleep. you sigh, cautiously readjusting your position to be more comfortable as you shut your eyes, ready to sleep.

that is until his hand drops from your hair onto your arm, rubbing small circles. “i don’t think i’m meant to be with anyone.” he whispers, staring up at his ceiling, still covered in glow in the dark stars from when he was a kid. “i think i just got lucky.”

you keep your eyes closed, half asleep as you respond immediately, “well, i don’t believe in luck. everything happens for a reason, suki.”

“that’s your prerogative, i guess.” he hums, his motions slowing down against your arm, resting there lazily.

“mm,” you wrap your arms around his torso, your cheek smushing against his chest.

another long moment passes, and katsuki’s still staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“you asleep?” he murmurs, careful not to wake you if you are.

“no, baby.”

he nods to himself, leaning down to plant a kiss on your head. “okay. i love you. thank you.” he whispers before resting back on his bed and shutting his eyes.

“thank you for what?” you reply, smiling softly at his affection.

he shrugs lightly before sleep takes over him, his arms engulfed around you without another word.

y'know how kittens scream bloody murder and alter their voices when they're left alone but immediately pull a 180 when they get attention ? katsuki. it's him it's him and he's so irritating about it.

the moment he feels you've been gone for too long, he starts belting, singing–screeching your name until you show up. he just doesn't seem to notice how hard it makes you shit your pants when he pulls that kind of stunt.

you're sure he can hear the way you stomp like a herd of elephants all the way from the living room, you're ready for a fire, a burglar –anything.

you find your boyfriend calmly munching on some chips scrolling on his phone.

you're convinced you've lost your mind when he blinks back at you calmly, like he expected you to explain yourself.

"katsuki."

"mm ?" his cheeks puff out a little as he chews another handful of chips.

you feel your fingers twitch "what the hell was that ?! why'd you scream ?"

he has the nerve to furrow his brows "didn't scream. you weren't responding when i was callin' you normally, i just spoke louder."

"you didn't speak–you yelled my name out like you were getting bludgeoned." you wheeze out.

katsuki huffs, putting his phone down next to him on the couch. a slight pout forms onto his face "..well why were you gone so long ?"

"i was peeing." you deadpan, eyes wide. "i was in the bathroom, i told you that."

silence. and more silence, then katsuki discards his bowl of chips and reaches for your arm "well ya took too long. c'mere." before pulling you towards him and squeezing his head into your shoulder.

it's even worse when you don't tell him you're leaving. it could be the middle of the night with him having to wake up early the next day. you could've just gone to get a glass of water and moments later he's screeching like a banshee. you're used to it by now and after chugging down your drink with a "coming !" he's already practically wide awake (ignore his eyes drooping and the very loud yawn he let out and quickly tried to shut his mouth when you walked in) arms crossed and sitting up in bed. he'll give you a quick once over and huff, that pout again, and he speaks.

"where'd you go ? don't jus' leave like that. ." you hum, going along with his every complaint of how you 'took too long'. he shoves your head into his chest like you're a plushie and noses at your shoulder. you feel him mutter against your skin before falling asleep again."had me worried 'bout you an' shit. ."

DRUNK!KATSUKI // you loved drunk katsuki.

whenever he got drunk or tipsy he was a complete opposite of his normal self.

katsuki isn’t a party type of guy, quite frankly he rarely attends parties like this, but since you practically begged for him to come he couldn’t say no..so with one final please you got him to come.

when he does get an opportunity to drink…oh boy!

his cheeks slightly pink, slurring and stuttering over his words and extremely touchy! would literally cling to you like a baby.

“bab..y..” he slurred with a cheeky smirk using his finger to poke you, “yes?” you would reply hearing a small snicker, “you so fuckin’ prett..y..” he slurred his words just staring at you. his eyes extremely droopy fighting the urge to pass out.

he would not let go of you the entire night. would have his arm wrapped around your shoulder making you sure you’re close to him all times.

if he did have to leave you or you had to get up for a slight second he would let it be known he is married.

If a women was to lay her hands on him or try to flirt with him he would instantly turn them down, “I have.. a wife.” shooting a glare, and if he saw you coming back he would walk right back to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

though bakugo is good with liquor he was passed out like a baby as soon as he hit the bed not giving a damn about still being in his clothes. you would have a slight struggle trying to get his clothes off, but you were able to accomplish it also getting in bed with him.

the next morning he woke both a big kick to the ass, head pounding as he swore…”i’m never doin this shit again..”

DRUNK!IZUKU RARELY happens considering Izuku never has time to party.

but the one time where he was able to have that time off, is when class 1-a had a reunion party.

though you can handle your liquor your darling husband couldn’t..

drunk!izuku wasn’t a new sight seeing, more like you were surprised to see him drunk after rarely seeing him in this state.

his cheeks slightly pink, hair messy and droopy eyes. making his way to find you, and once he did would NOT leave your side.

would literally grip your waist and lay his head on your shoulder so you couldn’t go anywhere from him. his thumb caressing along your waist as you spoke to everyone, as he sat there silently.

drunk!zuku wasn’t a loud drunk, he was actually quiet. If someone spoke to him or asked him a question all he would do is hum and lean back into you.

good think about drunk izuku is he would NOT let any other women touch him in the slightest. if that women didn’t have that matching scar that was placed under their eye, that was NOT his wife.

“my love..” he hiccuped looking up at you gaining your attention, “hm?” you would simply hum, feeling him tightening his hold around you, tucking his flustered face back into your neck mumbling, “can we go ho..me..?” you barley made out what he said, but you nodded using your free hand to rake your nails through his hair. “yes..we can.”

as soon as you both got home, he dragged you into bed instantly passing out with his arms wrapped around you. that next morning waking up with a banging headache ..he swore to himself he was never EVER getting that hammered again..

Jungkook is so 'pillow talk' by zayn coded

Yes, u’re my baby.

boyfriend texts | h.iwaizumi

-> pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader | sfw | cw: smau, cursing, drinking mentioned, jealous!iwa, none of the texts r connected to each other | genre: fluff, crack (a smidge) | mlist

-> synopsis: random texts between you and your boyfriend!

—a/n: i am addicted to smaus. also this is dt to sahri STAY STRONG GIRL!!