More | Bakugo Katsuki X Reader (BNHA)

More | Bakugo Katsuki X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: Mentions of PCOS and Infertility, Alcohol Use, Angst & Fluff

this is something i wrote for katsu’s birthday this year, and i hadn’t brought it back to tumblr yet! please heed the warnings because this is a very sensitive topic, and id hate to upset anyone ♡︎ based loosely on real life and more by halsey

He remembers the phone call when he looks at you sometimes, sadness a heavy curtain casting doubt over both of you.

“It’s called polycystic ovarian syndrome, and—” your voice cracks, the sound spearing his chest. “I’m infertile, Katsu.” Then you cry.

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Me: Ya’ll Bakugou is just misunderstood and he’s actually really sweet and an amazing character I’d like to get to know deeply and personally. Stop trashing on him.

*If Bakugou was a real person and actually called me an extra*

Me:

AHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Gay goths……gayths…………. 🏳‍🌈🖤

Hold on,,,,, is Bakugou’s tOWL OFF?????? MIDORIYA WHAT IS YOU LOOKIN AT

Idk if any one posted this yet but I saw this on Twitter the other day and I ugly laughed-

Kirishima x Reader Hero of Shadows Part 2/? Words:2148 Warnings:None

“You have all of your stuff, yes?”

I placed a hand on my bag, feeling the items for reassurance even though we both knew they were all there. I had long ago been taught the importance of making sure not to forget anything. It was simply a question in an attempt to break the air between us. Things had never been the smoothest between us, but lately things had been even more stretched. She had been oddly nice, suddenly interested in what I was doing lately. 

One might think this to be just a mother caring for her daughter, but I knew better.

The only reason this had flared up was because she had hoped that I would still change my mind about attending UA. Last night had been particularly rough as she had also enlisted the help of my sisters to convince me.

“We’ve always been in class together.’’

“What will we do for group projects now?”

“Studying is going to be so much harder when there’s just two of us.”

Mother had snapped at that.

“Oh don’t worry. She can still help you study. Even though she’s going to a different school doesn’t mean she’s going to fall behind on her studies. With her mentor, she’ll be expected to learn just as must if not more than the two of you. So make sure to keep up.”

An unspoken threat and promise to all three of us on it’s own. I would be fighting my sisters like never before. 

The car stopped a few blocks from the school. It was still early, the sun hardly over the horizon. Just as she had planned it. Nobody was around to see me dropped off. A one time thing she assured me, as she didn’t want to run the risk of being seen. Because ‘what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t drop you off on your first day at a new school.’.

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