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i posted a bartender gallagher fic recently! check it out on my ao3 - i will likely be posting my full fics there from now on, and sharing snippets/updates here.
i've been working on continuing some old fics of mine (and starting some new ones)! thought i'd share a few snippets here <3 i promise i haven't let these fics die
i am now attempting to pull for aventurine. wish me luck xx
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[a/n: this is a bakugo/reader drabble dedicated to my love of creation. and my blog description.]
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to create is to love.
bakugo thinks about it every time you sit down at the kitchen table after a long day at work, hair a right mess, and dig into the food he made for you like it's divine.
he knows his cooking is incredible, but that's not the point. he knows even if he boiled the pasta a little too long or overblanched the tomatoes that you'd still devour it with that look on your face.
and he does it every chance he can. he'll stuff breakfast into your hands before he leaves or puts it on the kitchen island with a note. and you always eat it all.
to create is to love.
bakugo knows when you've picked up a new hobby because it starts to spread across the house like an infestation.
and you do it every chance you get. leaving sticky notes with the worst dad jokes he's ever seen on the bathroom mirror, drawing a silly impression of his hair on the fridge whiteboard above an unopened bandage. he tucks that into his pack too, noting the faint kiss mark pressed to the back of it.
one time it was yarn strands that stuck to the sofa cushions. another time it was bracelets that seemed like they'd fall apart if he looked at them too hard. but you press a small felt charm into his hand - for safety and blessings, you say - and he tucks it into the pack at his waist.
bakugo has slowly learned to be more observant, to pay attention to the signs that others use to show their feelings. a long journey, but a worthwhile one.
because he knows you love him, even without words. and he does his best to show you, in his own way, every day.
but he still says those words, whispers them to you in the dead of night and the crack of dawn, kisses them into your hair and envelops you in their warmth. and you repeat them back to him with that adoring smile on your face, the look he's sworn to protect until the day he dies.
in the space between your arms, the two of you create something special. and in each other, you find yourselves.
welt starts distancing himself from you because it feels dangerous, the way you look at him. when you smile and ask him what he's doodling on the breakfast napkins, it takes him back to a simpler time. you make him forget how old he is, how many cataclysms he's lived through - and his inner youth revels in it.
but he knows he isn't that young anymore, shouldn't be the one who you keep around when you have the rest of your life ahead of you. your presence tempts him with "what ifs" and "maybes" and he's not sure how long he can hold out against the battle in his mind.
welt feels a spark of jealousy lance through his chest as he watches you come into your own as a trailblazer. he knows it's important to let the younger ones new to the journey gain experience and skills. but his legs itch for adventure, his heart restless as he watches the stars and galaxies drift slowly on by through the express's large windows.
himeko notices, of course, and advises him to catalog the trip so far or devise the backup plans he so treasures in case you run into any critical problems. it occupies his fingers, sure, but in his thoughts, he ponders if he imagines running alongside you because he longs for another heart-pumping adventure or because of you.
he has traversed galaxies, seen the death and rebirth of stars, and yet you still somehow manage to broaden his horizons. but welt has lived long enough to know that emotions come and go like the tides, and he no longer puts much stock in his own.
when someone asks him where the heart-rending stories that color his animations come from, welt puts on a smile and says that the universe inspires him. he doesn't mention that's all he'll ever let them be - stories.
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[a/n: this is a bakugo/reader drabble dedicated to my love of creation. and my blog description.]
_____________
to create is to love.
bakugo thinks about it every time you sit down at the kitchen table after a long day at work, hair a right mess, and dig into the food he made for you like it's divine.
he knows his cooking is incredible, but that's not the point. he knows even if he boiled the pasta a little too long or overblanched the tomatoes that you'd still devour it with that look on your face.
and he does it every chance he can. he'll stuff breakfast into your hands before he leaves or puts it on the kitchen island with a note. and you always eat it all.
to create is to love.
bakugo knows when you've picked up a new hobby because it starts to spread across the house like an infestation.
and you do it every chance you get. leaving sticky notes with the worst dad jokes he's ever seen on the bathroom mirror, drawing a silly impression of his hair on the fridge whiteboard above an unopened bandage. he tucks that into his pack too, noting the faint kiss mark pressed to the back of it.
one time it was yarn strands that stuck to the sofa cushions. another time it was bracelets that seemed like they'd fall apart if he looked at them too hard. but you press a small felt charm into his hand - for safety and blessings, you say - and he tucks it into the pack at his waist.
bakugo has slowly learned to be more observant, to pay attention to the signs that others use to show their feelings. a long journey, but a worthwhile one.
because he knows you love him, even without words. and he does his best to show you, in his own way, every day.
but he still says those words, whispers them to you in the dead of night and the crack of dawn, kisses them into your hair and envelops you in their warmth. and you repeat them back to him with that adoring smile on your face, the look he's sworn to protect until the day he dies.
in the space between your arms, the two of you create something special. and in each other, you find yourselves.
Thank you to all the people who have brightened my time here on this blog and website!
2023 felt impossibly long at times, and I am so grateful to have met so many wonderful people this year. That includes my mutuals, but also everyone that reads the things I write (or meme about on occasion). I don't know what 2024 will bring, but I hope the strength of these bonds will help us ride through any storm that comes our way.
Happy New Year! If you play HSR, give your Peppy a pat on the head today 💗 And if you play Genshin, tell Kaeya he's a slacker and to hurry up and get into my teapot for lunch.
