You Are SO Talented! Everything You Write Is Soo Cite! I Was Wondering What If Bakugou Had A Crush On

You are SO talented! Everything you write is soo cite! I was wondering what if Bakugou had a crush on one of his classmates that was short and she was very insecure abt it but never showed it hiding it behind a smile amd she was sweet to everyone? I don't know? Thankk you. :3

This was the idea I got from this request! I thought it was cute and I hope you like what I came up with!! 

Thank you so much for such sweet words! You’re making me blush! (〃艸〃)

Bakugo, Katsuki

“Hey shortie! How’s the weather down there!” One of the rowdy members of class 1-C barked out suddenly at the passing girl, ever since the villain attack and the massive win at the sports festival class 1-A has gotten more and more attention. Both wanted and unwanted. Y/N who was getting called out, attempted to ignore them, she knew she was short— no one in her life would let her forget it. She couldn’t understand why her height was always center of attention, she was born this way. Why was it always a funny topic to others?

Clenching her fingers into a shaken fists, she glared over her shoulder at the others and she paused. “G-Good morning, I hope we all do our best today!” Y/N began again, smiling as brightly and as falsely as best as she could before rushing away from the snickering group. All her life has been nothing but remarks to her height, it wasn’t fair! Her mother was short, even her twin brother but they were all taller than her, so it didn’t matter. ‘Don’t ever let them see you cry!’ Izuku’s voice always echoed in her head whenever she wanted to break down, she had to run quickly. Because the moment she turned a corner, Y/N couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “S-Stupid…” she whined, her palms going to her watery eyes.

“Tch… you really are crying…” a familiar voice interrupted her sobs. The small girl looked up, feeling her eyes turn into water faucets seeing her childhood friend and fellow classmate’s ashen blonde hair through blurry tears.

“…Ka-Ka-Kacchaaaan….!” she wailed, trying to wipe away her tears but failing miserably.

Bakugo had been in the area when he overheard far too old nicknames being thrown out rather loudly, there was only one person short enough to get shit for it. Y/N Midoriya. The hothead watched the girl’s reaction intently his complete focus directed onto her and he found himself immediately following when she ran off, leaving behind a confused Kaminari, who was trying to tell Bakugo about the crazy dream he had last night. There was something off about the smile she just gave. It reminded him too much of Izuku’s when they were younger, the one he would give Bakugo, no matter how rude he was to him. It pissed him off! Plus he had seen the girl’s smile so many times in his life— there was no way that shit was real.

“Shut it! Just stop all the damn crying already and talk!” Seeing just how unraveled the girl really was pissed the blonde off further, now instead of the usual mild simmer, he was boiling mad. Class hasn’t even started yet and he hasn’t crossed paths with the other Midoriya in this forsaken school but here he was raging because this small girl was crying. Why did that piss him off so much? It was because she was weak and didn’t stick up for herself completely opposite from himself. He didn’t like weaklings, that’s why he’s so mad. Had to be the reason, he thought. But a sudden tap against his chest snapped him from his mind, his crimson irises looked down to see the girl’s fists pounding against him but he hardly felt anything when she did.

“Y-You’re so mean… Kacchan…” Y/N sniffed between words, her head hanging lower. She pulled her hands away from Bakugo and brought them back up to her face hiding it within her palms. The blonde just glared at the girl, watching everything she did so closely, studying her every move, and then his anger started to cool off while her sobs filled his ears again. She really was hurt by those nicknames, after all these years and he never knew it affected her this much. Bakugo bit at his lip some as he wracked his brain of what to do, he realized he really didn’t like to see her like this, hell this was the first time he’s seen this usually disgustingly happy girl anything but.

“Tell anybody about this….. and I’ll make sure you regret it….” Bakugo growled lowly and before the girl could even respond, Bakugo grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and pulled her into his strong, toned arms. He kept her close and hidden within his chest, allowing her finishing crying against him and she did. While this small girl sobbed, Bakugo kept silent, feeling slightly calmer than he would normally be. His crimson irises looked down at his fingers which were intertwined with her long dark green locks, they were soft. She was soft and she also smelled really, really good. ‘W-Why the hell am I thinking this crap?!’ he screamed within his head realizing he was starting to blush. “Oi…..Oi….. you done yet? …..We’re going to be late…” he managed to stamper out, patting the girl’s back gently. ‘Why am I being so gentle to stupid Deku’s sister, goddammit!’

Y/N nodded and pulled away from his body hesitantly, still nervous he actually hugged her, which he hadn’t done since they were five. She rubbed at her puffy eyes and attempted to blink, smiling now that she had gotten all that negativity out. “Tch… look at you….. idiot, let’s go!” Bakugo barked out, grabbing the girl’s wrist and dragging her back towards their classroom behind him. He was glad that she was behind because he didn’t want her to see his cheeks burning red hot. ‘Why was that hug so nice?! Why did that smile make my heart stop for a second!? I think I should go to the nurse….’ This boy was in complete denial over what he was feeling and the one mixing up his emotions was the girl of his childhood. 

“B-Bakugo has Y/N hostage!” Uraraka gasped the moment Bakugo slammed into the classroom with his hand still wrapped around Y/N’s wrist. This snapped everyone’s attention on the two, also seeing as they were the last remaining students to get to class. Izuku stood up with gasp as well, but the sound he made was far from it, he’d protect his twin sister from any trouble, Kacchan included!

“If you’re dating Y/N, then Deku will be your brother someday! Hey, that’s great! Maybe you two will finally get along!” Kirishima chimed in with a toothy grin.

“W-W-What kind of stupid crap!” Bakugo screamed, feeling steam coming out of his ears not only from anger but embarrassment. His face as red as his irises. “Like hell I would get along with him!”

“So you are dating!” Kaminari and Sero asked in unison and Bakugo exploded his quirk towards them.

“H-heh…..s-s-so why are you still holding h-her ha-hand Kacchan….?” Izuku was on the verge of fainting. Anyone but Kacchan!

Puppers

Summary: Werewolf Bakugo moves to the city and has a neighbor who really likes dogs.

Wordcount: 3061

Okay, he didn’t plan for this to happen.

It’s not like he’d made the conscious decision to expose himself to you; he just kind of… did. He wasn’t used to living in the city yet and had just wanted to feel the night air in his fur. If he hadn’t had to work early in the morning, he would have gone to the woods. He didn’t even think of checking to make sure no one was on the balcony next to his. Bakugo just opened the back door of his apartment, took off his clothes, and stepped out onto the patio in wolf form.

You on your balcony, watering your plants, was not what he had been hoping for. Bakugo flinched at the sound of a watering can clattering to the floor. “Uh…” You stood there, blinking, as Bakugofroze.He did the first thing that came to mind, and that was to pretend to be a dog. 

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Beautiful and Damned 8- The Snow Storm [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your amazing feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: There are things softer than silk.

Word Count: 3177

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, poverty.

You couldn’t exactly feel it through your gloves, but it looked as if Geralt’s venom induced fever had gone down when the beams of the sun started spilling into the room. His skin wasn’t glistening anymore, and the roots of his white hair which were drenched with sweat before looked dry. You stretched out, making a face as your back cracked, reminding you of your uncomfortable position on the chair throughout the night, and you grabbed the sheets to pull it over him but the minute you made a move he opened with eyes with a gasp, then groaned.

“Hey,” you tried to smile as you dropped the sheets over his body, “I thought you might be cold.”

He blinked a couple of times, as if trying to focus on you, “Princess?”

“Welcome back.”

“What are you-?” he tried to sit up as you rushed to stop him,

“Wait- Geralt, lie down.”

“I’m fine.”

“A giant spider attacked you!”

“Yeah an arachnomorph.”

“Yeah, whatever it is!” you said, “Ciri is fine, so is Jaskier if that’s what you want to check. You’re still hurt, you should stay put.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated and attempted to get off, but you put your hands on his shoulder, stopping him,

“Geralt, please,” you said gently, “For my sake.”

That seemed to do the trick, because he stopped dead in his tracks, looking up at you as you retrieved your hands.

“I’ll call the healer here,” you told him, then walked to the door to open it before telling the guard at the door to bring the healer here.

“How do you feel?” you asked him, as you closed the door again, “Do you need anything? Water?”

He nodded slowly and you grabbed the glass, filled it with water and handed it to him.

“Were you here the whole night?” he asked after taking a huge sip and you stole a look at him, then nodded.

“I thought that arac- aracmor-“

“Arachnomorph.”

“Yeah, that,” you said, “That it would kill you. Roach brought you back here.”

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Angel with a shotgun part 2

Part 1 | Final

Wordcount: 7325

“Oi, Bakugo! Wake up!” Bakugo groaned, rolling over and covering his head with a pillow.

He was regretting giving Kirishima a key to his apartment. “Fuck off, Shitty Hair.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” Kirishima sighed, dropping bags on the floor. “Get him!” Bakugo jolted as Kirishima body slammed him, followed by another small thud, adding more weight to the pile. 

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Angel with a shotgun Final

part 1| part 2

wordcount: 3466

A/N: Real quick thanks to @nankri @fukyouthink @terrifying-testicles @domtamaki who made suggestions to me! It really helped me finish this! Thank you!

“Alright, let’s go Blasty,” Kaminari panted to himself as he practically dragged a half-aware Bakugo down the street.

He wasn’t drunk enough to not shoot back with an insult though. “You are weak as shit, Drooly.”

This was just not Kaminari’s night; instead of picking up chicks after a night out with his bros, him caring for a drunk, heartbroken Bakugo. “Well, not all of us can lift a building over our heads like Midoriya or Sato.”

“Drooly.”

He was in no mood to deal with anyone’s shit, especially Bakugo’s. “Stop insulting me and just focus on walking.”

“Kaminari,” Bakugo spoke in such a serious, broken tone that he couldn’t help but to stop to look at his friend. Kaminari stared at Bakugo, anxious to hear what he had to say. Maybe he was about to drunkenly open up to him like he did to Kirishima, finally admitting that they were best friend—

“I’m gonna throw up.”

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School Boy Crush

Summary: Someone outside of school caught Bakugo’s attention

Wordcount: 1358

“No.” Bakugo slammed his books into his bag, trying to tune out Kaminari’s voice.

 Despite the refusal, Kaminari kept trying, practically begging. “Come on dude, how often do I pass an exam? We need to celebrate!” Last week they’d had a math exam and by some miracle, Bakugo had let Kaminari in on his study session with Kirishima. Even more amazing, today he had found out that he wasn’t dead last or had to retake it.

 The miracles seem to end there though, as Bakugo stood up from his desk and began to walk out of the classroom. “Fuck off Dunce Face. I got better things to do.”

 Kirishima, who had been watching the whole time, stepped up beside his dejected friend to whisper in his ear, “Watch this.” 

 The redhead placed an arm around Kaminari’s shoulders and they started walking in the opposite direction of the dorms. Kirishima spoke out loudly with a smug smile. “Don’t worry Kami, we can have fun without him. I know this great restaurant that serves some awesome American food.”

 Still smiling, Kirishima held up three fingers as they walked away, counting down till…“Oi, wait shit heads!” Bakugo stormed past them, practically running down the hall.

 Kaminari blinked in amazement. “What just happened?”

 “Oh, you’ll see.”

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