Your Writting Is Good As Hell, Loved The Dragon Series

Your writting is good as hell, loved the dragon series💕💫💞🩷✨️💓

EEEEE DUPER LATE RESPONSE IM SO SORY IM THE WORST UGH !!!! but thank you ! FBRC is like my first born child and i get so so happy when ppl give it luv ! i didnt expect it to be so well liked, so it was def a welcomed surprise !! thank you !!`

much luv xx

halfway through the episode and I already want to fucking die.

hi cash! i just read the embarassed katsuki idea and OMG if you do write the blurb, could you add a little of biter katsuki? i just miss him 🤭

like imagine him getting embarrassed, so you tease him and he bites you in defense

omg??? did you hack into my pc and look at my drafts im writing this RIGHT NOW!!! LMFAOO

no worries, it'll be posted today, w biter katsu included cus i miss him too🤧!!

much luv <333

I love this so much

" You wanna grow old together, or something?". Early 20's Bakugou, idea of a proposal

bakugou is such a gossip. people casually dish out the messiest shit around him because they think he doesn’t care to listen. but katsuki bakugou is an observer at heart.

“i don’t like her nasty ass.” you remarked sourly, taking a sip from your green tea. “i heard she’s pregnant.” he comments dismissively, eyes and movements too focused on adding creamer to his coffee. your jaw dropped, an audible gasp leaving you, “you’re fucking lying.” he shakes his head, now looking at you as he stirs his poison, “overheard her and her loud ass friends talkin’ bout’ her “baby daddy” not knowin’ yet.” you laugh out loud at that, hand shooting up to stifle your laughs, “you’re so messy, kats.” he smirked, shrugging his broad shoulders, “not my fault people can’t keep their mouths shut aroun’ me.”

katsuki doesn’t like when his idiot loudmouth friends (as they insist on calling themselves) call him.

and especially not when you’re napping.

his face that had been calmly drifting through his feed with eyes occasionally drifting to your sleeping form in his arms, scrunches up when he sees a call from kaminari. he scoffs and quickly swipes the notification away, seeing the missed call notification and sighing in relief when he sees that you’re still undisturbed and dreaming. he’s about to press a kiss to your forehead but his lips barely make contact before his phone rings again.

this time he growls, quickly hanging up but the damage has already been done. you’re awake and he swears he’ll kill kaminari with his bare hands next time he sees him.

“shh, shh..” he shushes softly, you whine a little and he feels his heart tremble. fuck do you look cute when you wake up, even though you swear otherwise but you’re stupid and you don’t know what you’re talking about.

“mm..who is it..?” you mumble, going to rub at your eye but he stops you, placing your hand right where it originally was and threading his fingers with yours, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“nothing, s’no one.” he ensures softly against it, “jus’ some random extra that’s got the wrong number.”

you whine again, disapprovingly this time and your eyebrows furrow, you raise a hand up to press against his cheeks. “you shouldn’t..” you interrupt yourself with a yawn and katsuki thinks you’ve never looked cuter “you shouldn’t call people extra’s, katsu..s’not nice.”

he has half a mind to roll his eyes, you wouldn’t say that if you knew who was calling he’s sure, but he simply leans into your touch and decides to hold his tongue, though a snort manages to leak out.

“okay, baby. won’t do it anymore, i promise. go back to sleep now, yeah ?” he soothes and you thankfully offer him a sweet “mhm.” and a nod and after a bit of him pressing his nose to your skin and his rough palms on your cheek you’re out like a light again. he huffs a sigh of relief, slowly managing to untangle himself from your grip and walking off to sit on your office chair.

it feels colder now and katsuki wants nothing more than to go lay back down into the little love nest you’ve made on your bed, he sighs again and presses his phone to his ear. his foot taps angrily against your padded floor when he hears ringing and an unmistakable voice through the speaker. his eyebrows furrow and a scowl forms on his face.

“i should fucking kill you dunce face.”