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4) favorite character you’ve written

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

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10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

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12) your weaknesses as an author

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17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

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20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

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23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

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My Cheeks

Bakugo Katsuki never thought of himself as a possessive person. Yes, there were those moments where someone would flirt with his (s/o) and he would get annoyed, but that was normal. Bakugo wasn't possessive.

However, as he stared at the beautiful person in his arms, specifically the way their cheek squished against his hard chest, well, he decided he didn't want anyone to see his (s/o) like this.

He clicked his tongue quietly, gently poking their cheek so as not to wake them. ‟Why are you so freaking cute, idiot?‟

Their brows twitched as he softly pinched at their warm cheek. But they didn't stir, allowing the ash-blond to continue messing with the ludicrously soft and plush skin.

Before he knew it, he had both of their cheeks nestled in his palms, gently squishing them together. ‟Mmm, Kashu,‟ they slurred due to their smushed cheeks.

The ash-blond's heart seemed so full- too full. He didn't let go though, no, he gently guided his (s/o) by their cheeks, leaning forward to meet them have way. ‟These cheeks of yours are real crappy, ya know that?‟ he grumbled as their noses brushed against each-other.

They giggled sleepily when he gently pulled at the soft flesh, their hands reaching out to hold his wrists. ‟Then why have you been meshing with them for sho long?‟

He smiled softly before rolling his eyes with a meaningless scoff. ‟Idiot,‟ he mumbled, resting his forehead on theirs. The way his (s/o) stared softly at him made his heart melt. Katsuki couldn't help but press his lips to their soft cheeks. ‟You're really crappy you crappy little shit,‟ he mumbled against their soft skin.

‟We both know you love me,‟ they hummed, cheek still against Bakugo's lips.

The ash-blond grumbled, gently nipping the plush skin. ‟Shuddap.‟

Bakugo Katsuki wasn't a possessive person, but, when it came to these goddamned cheeks of theirs, he found himself feeling very possessive.

‟My cheeks.‟

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Cascade (@Cascade05)

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I said…

I wasn’t gonna be one of those people who spent forever making my device aesthetically pleasing, but I am.

The quotes are from my book btw

And my phone plus Spotify…

It all matches, please, why am I so satisfied?

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I Do

Info : Bakugo Katsuki x Fem Reader, Mild Language, Small Mention of Blood, Fluffly as Per Usual, Unedited

Being in a relationship with someone always came with a few surprises—good and bad. But, (Y/N) could confidently say, being in a relationship with a pro hero brought the most unexpected things, especially since the pro hero she was dating was none other than the hotheaded, explosive god of destruction, Dynamight.

There had been many instances where Bakugo Katsuki had surprised her. A few were less than welcomed surprises, ones that made her red in the face with anger and teary eyed with sadness, but all relationships had rocky moments, (Y/N) knew this.

(Y/N) was also surprised in warm, touching ways when it came to her strong hero of a boyfriend. He took her by surprise with his softness. In the first few months of their relationship, she was quite shocked to find his powerful hands—hands that could melt metal—could be so soft and caring with their touch.

His thoughtfulness caught her by surprise too. Who would've thought the fierce Dynamight would remember something as simple as someone's preferred jam flavor? The biggest surprise, however, was just how touchy he could be, but when he asked het to marry him—well, that was the best surprise yet.

It wasn't all that grand—maybe a bit improper, if you asked anyone else. He had pounded on her door in the middle of the night, out of breath and covered in battle grime. She had barely opened the door all the way when he grabbed her by the wrist and slammed their lips together, parting with a small grunt of pain.

‟I wanna marry ya.‟ And (Y/N) didn't have a moment to react to that before he nearly collapsed in her doorway. Truly a romantic man her Bakugo Katsuki was.

‟I wanna marry ya, d'ya hear?‟ he asked, shirtless and bleeding out on her toilet.

It made the woman huff as she tried her damndest to stop her hands from shaking. She had tended to his wounds before, but that never stopped the worry. Granted, the sudden marriage proposal didn't help her calm down either. ‟Katsuki I swear if you don't let me deal with this before you overwhelm me with somthing like that—‟

‟Somthin' like that?‟ He grabbed her hands and pulled her close, noses touching as he gave a snarky glare. ‟I'm tryin' ta marry ya women!‟

(Y/N) puffed out her cheeks because she could feel her eyes stinging. ‟Just wait a sec Kats,‟ she mumbled, gently pushing his hands away so she could go back to patching him up.

He huffed like a child, tossing his head back gently as she worked. ‟M'gonna marry you,‟ he mumbled to himself. ‟Gonna get hitched n'have ya move in with me.‟

(Y/N) shook her head lightly, pressing the bandage to his side wound. ‟Someone's a bit high on adrenaline.‟

‟I ain't just spouting shit!‟ he barked, looking down at her particularly. ‟I'm marrying your ass weather you believe me or not! V'got the ring n'everything.‟

‟You bought a ring looking like that?‟ she asked, raising a brow.

He shot her a bratty glare, looking more like a kindergartner than a top ranking hero. ‟No. I've had the ring for awhile, idiot, just haven't asked yet.‟

(Y/N) smiled softly to herself, that fluttery feeling in her chest as she pictured him picking out a ring for her. ‟Is that right? And why exactly hasn't the great explosion god Dynamight asked yet?‟

‟I wanted to take you to dinner.‟

‟This doesn't look like fine dining,‟ she teased, washing her hands.

‟Shut up, shitty woman, I decided to do it now! Is that not to your liking?!‟

‟No no, it's very romantic,‟ she smiled, giving him a soft kiss.

And two weeks after that night—after he slipped the ring on her finger before wrapping her in his arms for bed—Bakugo Katsuki was back at her door.

(Y/N) yawned softly, closing the door behind her bulky fiancé. ‟Suki, it's two in the morning, what are you—‟

‟I wanna marry ya.‟ Just like last time

(Y/N) blinked, staring at the man like he had three heads. ‟Uh, we are getting married,‟ she held up her left hand, the gem twinkling in the dimly lit hall as she wiggled her fingers. ‟In four months, remember?‟

‟No,‟ he grabbed her hand and dragged her to her room, ‟I mean right now. I want to marry you right now.‟

The ash-blond was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and (Y/N) was wearing the same. He dragged her out of her house and they had made it half of the way to the courthouse before it finally set in.

(Y/N) still hadn't really processed it all and, before she knew it, she was standing outside the building with Katsuki right in front of her. ‟We're getting married? Right now?‟ she whispered.

He pulled her closer with a smirk, tilting his head and giving her a long, deep kiss. ‟Right now princess,‟ he mumbled against her lips. ‟Unless you wanna wait until the official date?‟

‟Wait?‟ she echoed, still pressed close to him.

‟Yeah. We can wait if ya wanna.‟

She hummed, taking in the man in front of her—gaze focused on the eager glow in his eyes and the soft flush of his cheeks. ‟No.‟

He smiled against her lips, a chuckle rumbling his chest. ‟Yeah? Ya wanna marry me right now?‟

This was the biggest surprise in their relationship—not the fact Katsuki wanted to marry her. No, (Y/N) never expected to feel such a beautiful want for anyone—to be so eager to dedicate the rest of her life with someone else.

When she responded, her voice was barely above a whisper. She spoke and Bakugo drank in her words, clung to her because he never ever expected to love someone so deeply—to want someone with his whole heart.

‟I do.‟

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All His Fault

Notes : Bakugo Katsuki x Fem Reader, Some Language, Mildly Graphic, Angst This Time, No Fluff Hehe

Bakugo Katsuki had been in pain before, it was in his job description, after all. The sting of blades digging into his skin.

The burn of flames licking his flesh.

Bakugo Katsuki had been in pain—he was used to it.

But not like this.

This felt like burning hand reaching into his flesh, blistering his skin and melting his bones. They forced themselves through his tough muscle, ripped away at his insides until they found his heart and squeezed—squeezed until he collapsed against shower walls and cried like a damned fool.

It hurt. Dammit it hurt—and Katsuki wasn't a pussy—he was Bakugo fucking Katsuki for shit's sake! But he would spend hours clutching at his chest, breathing heavily as those burning hands tore at his heart. It felt like the damned beater was failing—and it mines as well have been since the one person he let into his heart left.

No, she didn't leave. She didn't leave. He—Bakugo he... He pushed her away. His burning hands reached out and ripped out his own damned heart—he pushed her away.

Katsuki lost the one person he had ever let into his heart and it was all.

His.

Fault.

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Gorgeous

Info: Fem Reader, Reader and Bakugo are Married, Nudity but not Sexual, Reader Nudity is Implied Not Sexual, Fluff, There's no Language (Shocking for a Bakugo fic lol)

She sat on his waste, thin sheet barely clinging to her bare shoulders. It was the only thing keeping out the cold but, it really wasn't doing the best job. It didn't matter, not when the man under her—the determined blazing sun—was so warm.

Her fingers danced on his skin, softly tracing each line on his lower abdominals and dipping into each indent on his toned stomach.

His abs clenched under the feather-like touches before easing, a content sigh slipping past his lips as he rolled his head back. ‟What are you doing?‟ he mumbled, attempting to hide behind an annoyed faced, one (Y/N) saw through.

She hummed, gently rubbing circles on his hands when he placed them on her waist. ‟Lookin'.‟

The ash-blond looked back down at her, sighing as she let go of his hands to continue tracing his stomach. ‟Lookn'?‟ he mimicked, pushing back the crooked smile begging to stretch on his face. ‟At what?‟

Katsuki watched her eyes, his own ruby ones softening at the look of awe in them—awe for him and his body, the body she was shamelessly exploring with both eyes and fingertips.

She hummed again, leaning forward as her hands traveled up his warm skin until they stayed in between in his pectorals—her favorite part. Bakugo's breath hitched when she slowly laying her palms flat on the center of his chest, moving them away from each other as she pressed her lips to his neck—right under his jaw. ‟My pretty hero,‟ she whispered against his skin.

His hands moved up her sides, thumbs teasing the bottom of her breasts as he moved them to her upper back, pressing her against him snugly. He relished in the way her soft skin pressed against his hard, battle scarred physic.

‟M'not pretty,‟ he mumbled, eyes flickering to her lips as a soft grin tugged at them.

The sheet that was covering her had fallen and was resting just bellow her back, leaving her skin at the mercy of the chill in the evening air. But her lover wouldn't leave her cold for too long, his warm hands sliding up and down her back—he chuckled when she curved against him, the vibration lighting her heart and making her truly warm and content.

‟You're right Suki,‟ her hushed voice responded, soft lips pressing against his briefly.

The ash-blond didn't let her pull away, biting her lip when she tried. A small giggle bubbled against her throat, earning a small chuckle from the large man under her. ‟You're gorgeous,‟ she whispered against his lips, pecking them before repeating her words. ‟So gorgeous, my gorgeous Katsuki.‟

And he believed her because how could he not.

He captured her lips once more, addicted to the fullness of his heart each time he did. Those lips belonged to an angel—a goddess—who could not lie. He longed for the honey dripping truths of her heart, coaxed them out of her with each roll of his tongue.

A goddess like her could only speak the truth so of course he believed her when she said he was gorgeous.

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