I think Bakugou loves you in such ways, that it seems small to other people. They ask you, how is he romantic? He doesn’t seem like the type—how does he woo you? Love you? And the answer comes so easily to you.
He loves you in ways that are overlooked by a glutton. He runs out into the rain when you come home from a long day, umbrella ready. The only thing you have to do is hold the handle, and he holds you—doesn’t let your feet touch the muddy ground, answers to your giggling inquiry of why you can’t walk with, because you’re too clumsy for your own good. That he can’t afford any more gauze or bandaids because of your slip ups, but he kisses them tender every time, anyway.
He loves you in ways that are simple, but carry more meaning than meets the eye. He buys your favorite food, your comfort snack along with it, stops at the convenience store to pick up those gross flavored drinks you swear by. It’s not even an ask from him, just a natural order of things, to spoil you in ways that come easily, in ways that you can’t help but praise, in ways that he becomes bashful because to him, all he’s doing is the bare minimum.
He loves you in ways that make your chest warm and your eyes sting. He adapts to you and your emotions, learns when holding you is enough and when his brash words of encouragement are needed. He reassures you, kisses kindly behind your ears when you need his voice of reasoning. He listens and he does and he tries and even though he thinks it may never be enough, it’s always the right timing.
Bakugou loves you in everyday small gestures that equal a lifetime of adoration. That shows you he doesn’t just tolerate you with the occasional grand gesture to shut your nagging up. He loves you everyday, chooses to, and the overwhelming feeling of being loved by Bakugou is something you don’t think anyone could truly ever understand.
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it is raining and dark and dreary and cold and all i want to do is snuggle into a nest of fluffy blankets and cuddle with husk because :((( he looks soooo soft and so warm and i bet you he is the best cuddle buddy to just curl up with and drift dreamily between various states of consciousness. just lulled into a hazy sleep by the feeling of his chest curved around your back, rising and falling rhythmically with his calm, even breaths, the sound of fat raindrops pelting against the windowpanes in heavy swells of wind, the low hum of the television as it murmurs to itself, one of your favourite films flickering on the screen, bathing the room in faded blues and washed out reds ♡
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"You will always struggle with not feeling productive until you accept that your own joy is something you can produce" -Hank Green
learning:
(in the spirit of the quote above, i'm "rebranding" the productivity section to the "learning" section bc both that AND self-care are productive activities)
worked on mol bio notes (i am confused)
worked on psyc notes (WE'RE BACK TO THE BRAIN BABYY!!! 🧠🤓)
self-care:
exercised (turns out the calming bts playlist from last night is also really good exercise music in that it gives me momentum while keeping me from feeling like i'm dying XD also the feeling of biking along with RM's bicycle is just *chef's kiss*)
journalled
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needy - m.o
Another emergency Drabble because he is stuck in my head and I am a lover and delulu ✨❤️ - had this idea stuck in my head all morning at work so this is what I wrote instead of paying attention teehee it’s okay I’m ahead of schedule
Husband!Samu cause oh dear he’d be so good to me cause I said so <3
wc - 448 // unedited as always sorry babes it’ll happen one day i promise // gender neutral (you are called Love! He loves you! So much!)
It’s early. Too early. The smallest creak in your floorboards woke you up, right when your sleep cycle was nearing its end. How unfortunate. Your bleary eyes barely made out the large red numbers on your alarm clock. 05:30. You internally jumped up for joy. You still had another two hours before you needed to get up. You proceeded to turn your body to find your husband and curl back up for sleep, only to be met with an empty bed. You furrowed your brow, fisting his side of the sheets, confirming what you already knew: he wasn’t there. Through your foggy and sleep-ridden mind, you made your way out of your bedroom, searching for your lover.
The sky was still cloudy and grey; a blue hue painted your living room in exhaustion and melancholy. Lights were still off, save for the kitchen, where Osamu was making coffee. You shuffled over to him quietly and wrapped your arms around his middle. He flinched, startled, before he settled one of his hands on yours. His tummy rumbled with his laughter.
“Good morning to you too.” He kissed the back of your hand, turning around to greet you with another to your forehead. “What are y’a doin’ up? You still have some time before y’a need to get ready for work.”
You whined, burying your face into his chest. He cradled the back of your head and pressed another lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Love? You alright?”
“Don’t leave yet…” you drawled. He smiled sympathetically at you. He typically didn’t need to go in before 7, unless he was catering. To your misfortune, he had a large party to prepare for today. “Just… need cuddles for a few more minutes…”
“Awe, what, feeling a bit needy this morning? Need yer big strong man to spoil you a little?” He teased. You sheepishly nodded and his heart melted. Osamu squeezed you closer before picking you up, coffee long forgotten. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grazing your fingers over his recently buzzed undercut, and he carried you over to the couch. He kept you close, rubbing your back, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He murmured his devotion for you between planting kisses on your temple and cheeks. You felt sleep overtaking you once more, and you left a kiss on his shoulder.
“I love you Samu…” you drooled. He smiled, and left a warm trail of kisses up your neck and behind your jaw before whispering, “I love you more.”
He carried you back to bed and tucked you in, leaving one final kiss on the crown of your head.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
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Morning losers💕
8:43am EST
I slept soooooo good until my dog decided to throw his toy at me at 6:30 this morning. He’s lucky he’s cute 😂
Plan for the day:
-ride the horse
-do laundry
-clean the apartment
-take the dog for a hike
-drink wayyy more coffee
It’s a gorgeous Sunday I hope everyone has a great day💕
Remember
You are loved
You are wanted
Drink your water
Take your meds
Be kind to yourself
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the thought of sleeping in bed with a guy and my cat and just snuggling together for hours. holding each other tight and hiding under the blanket when the sun comes up so we can get more sleep. burying ourselves into each other, hands in hair, legs intertwined, refusing to separate until we absolutely have to. i wanna rest my head on a boys chest and hold him tight and sleep and feel safe.
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