you’re watching one of those old timey movies with Bakugou on the couch one night, snuggled into his side as you share a bowl of popcorn. he’s been complaining the whole time and you don’t blame him, but you can’t help but feel a little mushy as you watch the lead actor dip his wife before consuming her in a passionate kiss. you hum under your breath, grabbing another handful of popcorn as Bakugou groans dramatically beside you.
“How come you don’t dip me like that when we kiss?” you ask him, tilting your head so you can catch the way his jaw works, how his eyebrows screw down a little as he glances at you from the corner of his eye.
“‘Cause it’s fuckin’ corny.” He grunts, pinching your side a little when you huff under your breath. you don’t say anything else about it for the rest of the night, but Bakugou noticed how quiet you got, your deflated look momentarily before changing the subject to make fun of another bad part of the movie.
it’s been days, and you’ve honestly forgotten about the whole situation, which is why it surprises you at Bakugou’s sudden urgency when he stomps into your shared home. before you can even greet him, you take him in as he comes damn near charging at you. he’s covered in dirt and soot and grime, still wears his work boots that track footprints on your pretty floors, his mask pushed up messily into his hair as he comes at you with his hands out.
you squeak in surprise when he grabs you up, your whole world flipping, stomach dropping when you’re suddenly hovering inches above the ground. his face is close to yours, eyebrows drawn down, and you giggle in shock as you wrap your arms around his neck.
“Katsuki, what the fuck are you doing?” you laugh, clinging onto him for dear life as he holds you there, staring down at you with this soft pout and even softer eyes. they search your face for a second before he grunts, ducking down to plant his mouth against yours.
“Shaddup and enjoy the romantic moment, dumbass,” he mutters, before fully pressing his lips to yours. it’s hard to kiss back when you’re smiling so hard, giggling against him as you kiss and kiss and kiss him until you feel his own grin and teeth clash against yours.
dramatically, Bakugou brings you back upright, fixing your clothes and pinching at your lips when he sees you about to talk again. you only smile as big as you can, murmuring, such a sap, as much as you can. he only huffs under his breath, kissing at your pinched lips before turning on his heel to take off his boots finally.
“My little romantic,” you coo at him as you follow him like a lovesick puppy. Bakugou only toes his shoes off with a cute frown at you, mumbling,
“Not a damn word about this, you sap.”
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[Image ID: iceburg and franky in their 20s sitting next to each other, visibly worn-out and sweating uncomfortably at how hot their clothes are. both are wearing long sleeve white dress shirts with a patterned vest, a victorian-style cravat and long pants. iceburg has loosened his cravat to open a button on his shirt and franky has completely thrown open his shirt. both have matching steampunk-reminiscent bronze gauntlets on one hand. iceburg is leaning forward and resting one arm on his thigh, his other hand pushing his hair back. franky is leaning back, propping himself up on his hands and sticking his tongue out, one eye squeezed shut. /. End ID]
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[Image ID: franky crouching slightly and bending forward, balled fists yanking his clothes over his head in an attempt to get rid of them. his shirt is a rumpled mess around his shoulders. iceburg is standing next to him, gripping one of franky's wrists and holding his other hand up, posed to slap franky's back. dialogue in two pointy speech bubbles says "it's too frigging hot, bakaburg!" and "idiot, just bear it, this is going on merch!". /. End ID]
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[Image ID: iceburg and franky have accidentally switched gauntlets for the fifth time, leading to an unexpected explosion from the gauntlet on iceburg's arm. his hand is forcing towards him and his face is invisible from the blast, hair flying wildly backwards. franky is facing the viewer, back to iceburg, with a surprised, "oh shit" expression, grabbing his face with his gauntlet hand. his other hand is gripping the gauntlet's wrists. the lenses of his goggles have comedically popped off and are floating above his head. /. End ID]
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