so much disgusting fluff, a lot of metaphors, cw of food and d3@th (not character, just metaphorical), unedited, just me pushing the lovesick!bkg agenda what else is new?

bakugou katsuki has always thought he was a fighter rather than a lover.

everyone did. his ideology that to win was to save practically said it all and if it anyone had the guts to stand against fate itself and try to twist it with their bare hands, it was him, a living symbol of fiery determination. violence follows bakugou in his daily life, always having some sort of minor injury evident on his skin- brands of the fights he gets himself into and how he wins each one.

bakugou is a hero and he was destined to become one the second his quirk was bestowed upon him; in other words, he was destined to be a fighter.

but destiny isn't always very clear because a disrupt in the equation suddenly appeared in his life: you.

when a fighter suddenly becomes someone's lover, buildings stop crumbling, screams are silenced, and ego calms, just for a second. the war ceases and in the stalemate, bakugou katsuki's hand reaches blindly for you, the paradise he's been fighting to reach his whole life.

he just doesn't realise it yet because he's too busy battling the storm to notice the shore in the horizon, as fighters do.

the blond looks at you in awe and adoration whenever he's close to you, committing each detail of your face to memory. every quirk and feature that represents the soul he treasures most.

he listens to you when you rant to no one in particular about why one ice cream flavour was better than the other, passion and determination alight in your expression as you complain.

he follows you without hesitation, smiling to himself when he sees you prancing in the direction of a stuffed toy window display, pointing at it in excitement with a wide smile as bakugou naturally closes the distance.

when bakugou became your lover, he finds himself gently caressing your face, unable to resist your allure yet so terrified that if he applies too much pressure, you'll break. he finds himself buying you tubs of your favourite ice cream, the exact brand you like too as he recalls all the reasons why it was supreme. he finds himself dragging you into the store so he can purchase the exact same plushie you were looking at regardless of its price. so long as it can make you smile, he'll do it, he'll fight for it if he has to.

the sea calms.

with you, he feels content, more appreciated than anyone has ever done so. not even the gratitude of civilians or the praises from the media could make his heart swell the same way when they fall from your tongue, paired with your hands running through his hair as he gazes up at you from your lap.

over time, bakugou learns to take off his armour, one piece at a time.

he strips himself of his chest-plate so he can feel your beating heart against his. he takes off his helmet to feel the kisses you leave along his face, burning him in intimacy and care. he drops his sword to wield your hands instead, laced with the greatest weapon against humanity; desire.

it's from the wounds and trauma of his fighting that bakugou realised he has emerged as a lover.

one night, he drowns himself in the brazen soil of rough memories, sinking further and further until loneliness and frustration encompasses him. bakugou doesn't allow himself to register events that have happened, burying them deep inside their graves and stomping on them before they have any chance of emerging.

yet when the graveyard becomes too full and the corpses all pile on top of one another, the blond finds himself overwhelmed and agitated- lashing it all out on you before he could realise.

you stand there trying to calm him down and not make the situation worse by lashing out as well, but each syllable pierces you, weakening your resolve with each passing second.

after a pointless back-and-forth, you turn around to give him the cold shoulder, ready to lock yourself away, away from your lover.

at your abrupt behavioural change, bakugou seemingly returns to his senses once more, shutting up. you hate it. you hate how he changes so easily. you hate how quick he is to wrap you up in his built arms, trapping you with biceps equivalent to steel as he presses apologies into your skin. you hate the way he pleads, how he sounds so helpless, a stark contrast to the tone he was just using on you. you hate how relentless he is, not letting up despite your thrashing.

if there's one thing a fighter knows how to do, it is to not let up.

but if there's one thing a lover knows how to do, it is also to not let up.

turning you around, he kisses you so desperately, trying to bleed all the love he has grown for you into his actions as another way of apologising because fuck, saying it out loud wasn't working. yet, the way you remain limp and unchanging in his arms tells him of your refusal, of how he's hurt you, and how you refuse his aid to fix it.

"i'm sorry," he confess, whispering it like a prayer whilst his tears slide down his cheeks. bakugou is open and vulnerable in front of you because what the fuck does he have left to lose if you leave?

as he continues leaving pecks against your lips that similarly don't incite any reaction, bakugou katsuki realises in that moment that he is a lover.

he loves you too much, too hard.

he places extra rice in your bowl, always makes sure to give you the first bite because he's a lover, and readily takes care of you but only when you need it. he's your lover and he'll make sure you know that til the end of his days.

bakugou katsuki fights for love- just more specifically, yours.

and sure, he can win every battle but what if you're not there in the end to celebrate with him?

it's with that question that he then sinks to his knees, hands desperately clasped around yours as a sign of surrender - the only gesture he knows all too well.

bakugou katsuki is a fighter because he's a lover. he loves you now, teary-eyed and tired under the dim lights of the kitchen and he'll continue loving you even if forever passes by.

𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓

miles worried because HE WAS A PUNK AND SHE DID BALLET

fellowship fav disney rides:

pippin: tower of terror. if not buckled in properly he will hit the ceiling. likes to make faces for the camera and tickle people with their arms up mid ride.

merry: space mountain, he will wait extra for front seats. once got a nose bleed on the ride. enjoys the stars, music, and of course the coaster. pretends not to know it only goes 20 mph. if you tell him, he will ignore you.

sam: small world. he will hum the song days after and everyone hates it but pretends not to. he takes lots of pictures during the ride every time he goes.

frodo: indiana jones! sam will go with him but will be squeezing his hand the whole time. says his favorite is small world so sam doesn’t feel bad about dragging him there over and over again.

legolas: tea cups. likes to make as many people throw up as possible. pippin is the only one who will still go with him. thinks snow white is hilarious.

gimli: star tours. gets sick every time. one time he was picked as fugitive and he still boasts about it to this day. is personally offended by snow white.

boromir: jungle cruise. laughs at every joke, even if he’s heard it a million times. will retell said jokes given any opportunity for weeks after. also enjoys turtle talk with crush.

aragorn: brings the hobbits to sawyer island. genuinely loves the canoes and will drag boromir with him.

gandalf: ferris wheel. if he’s feeling spicy he will even do the swinging carts. likes to watch the fireworks from above.

bonus:

bilbo: soarin’ over california. will make everyone go on it with him. has opening video memorized.

gollum: pirates of the caribbean. attempts to steal fake jewlery and drinks the water. has been kicked off several times

the fellowship on road trips:

aragorn: still prints out mapquest. has a set eta and marked rest places. prides himself on how little he packed, texts arwin frequent updates.

boromir: the driver. will not and does not let anyone else take the wheel. probably for the best. absolutely merciless with bathroom breaks.

legolas: head out the window. loud singing. loudly points out cows and horses, will make you pull over so he can check out cool trees.

gimli: used to switch off with boromir, is no longer allowed to drive due to road rage. eats very smelly jerky and canned food that stinks up the car.

sam: packs lunches for everyone, very generous with his snacks, comes home with way too many souvenirs that take up a lot of room.

frodo: sits in the middle :( comes up with fun games to play on the road, has a riddle book (bilbos) to keep everyone entertained. also reads during the trip, weirdly does not get nauseous.

merry: has to stop for potty breaks frequently and gets carsick easily. tries to sleep for most of the trip, will use the person next to him as a pillow.

pippin: also has a lot of souvenirs (that he stole) does not think consequences exists on vacation. asks ‘are we there yet’ frequently at increasing volumes.

gandalf: has opinions about the route they’re taking. claims he knows where they’re going, total back seat driver. does not have his license. will not ask for directions.

me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

As someone who took etiquette lessons, politeness is an incredibly effective tool for disarming bigots. You can either force them to reconsider their words/actions by directly and calmly confronting their behavior (by using the rules of society in your favor), or you can dip entirely while they appear to be in the wrong.

Both options are great.

Because the thing is, when bigots pick fights, they are 100% counting on you to get louder than them. Or meaner. They want you to react emotionally and provide fodder for their 'You're Too Emotionally Immature To Understand' cannon.

What they aren't expecting you to do is say one of the following phrases in a polite, concerned tone:

1. Are you okay?
2. That's not the kind of language I was raised to use with others.
3. Do you need a moment to think on why that wasn't acceptable?
4. This is no way to engage in intelligent conversation. Please try that again in a kinder tone if you'd like this to continue. (I really like this one because it lets you turn their public-shame rhetoric around)

For those of you who'd are spiteful and/or dealing with Fundamentalists/Evangelicals/generally shitty Christians:

1. What's happening in your life to cause you this much anger? I can't imagine hurting so badly that I need to hurt other people.
2. Who taught you it was acceptable to treat other people this way? Certainly not the Jesus I remember.
3. Whatever happened to 'judge not lest ye be judged'?
4. If I talked like that in front of my parents or grandparents I would be ashamed.
5. I think there's something you need to pray on before we try and have this conversation.

And my all time favorite:

"It sounds to me like there are some seriously dark and angry forces at work in your heart."

(Nothing stops a Christian bigot in their tracks faster than implying the Devil is causing their bigotry. But you MUST be calm, polite, and gentle with your tone and wording. It is absolutely fair to twist the rules and play them at their own game, but you gotta play hard.)

TLDR: It's much faster to use etiquette, politeness, and rhetoric reversal when eviscerating idiots online and in person, because they aren't expecting you to weaponize their behaviors back in their direction. Don't get angry, get spitefully polite! :)

"You can't be a lurker on tumblr." Yes, you absolutely can. I've been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven't interacted with anyone in years.

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