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How do we feel about hearing impaired Bakugo? I know I’ve seen some HC’s of it here and there but not a lot (at least not in my area of tumblr).

Now I am not part of the deaf/HoH community and am absolutely not an expert on this by any means. I don’t understand all the day to day struggles as in depth as I’d like to. I just really don’t want to be THAT person you know? 😬😬

ANYWAY back to my thoughts at hand

I have some mixed feelings about it all, of course depending on when he loses his hearing, or maybe he’s never had it all to begin with.

If it started occurring when he was young I feel like he would be pressured into getting a cochlear implant, by his mom mostly. To me she feels like the type not to embrace that openly. I could genuinely see her getting upset when he as a child responds to her less and less. Or when he asks for things to be repeated, for her to slow down when she talks.

He’s expected to get everything right the first time and that’s just not how it works- she’s the mom that unironically says “read my lips” like that’s just something everyone can do. Also says things like “didn’t you hear what I said?” or “I know you’re ignoring me”, she definitely screams at him when he doesn’t respond quick enough. In instances like the last lines I see him sticking his device to something and leaving it there for her to find as a giant fuck you.

But generally within the surrounding community, life just not readily accessible to everyone. She would see this as the only “acceptable” option for her son to be normal (what the fuck even is normal).

I think when he grew up he would come to resent her a lot for not allowing him to choose for himself. Growing up in a household that views you as a disappointment is hard.

In this scenario I could see him learning sign on his own, whether it be online in his spare time, of course when he’s a little older. Or with the help of his father- I feel like he would be much more accepting and helpful here. Actively trying to get his son into a community where he feels like he’s understood. One where he is enough as he is.

To jump to something happier like I intended this to be-

Katsuki would be such a passionate sign user. His personality and attitude being so expressive; there’s no way he’s being misunderstood anymore. Of course he can still use his processor for school and his hero work, but when he’s off the clock he definitely doesn’t wear it.

Of course there’s the HCs of his friends learning sign to communicate with him better, and it pretty much becomes a must when he refuses to wear the device unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Him teaching them the basics and then bringing them to a deaf function would be a great bonding experience for him and the squad, they’re all learning so much and getting to be people he can rely on a little more. Instead of being so alone.

My favorite thing to think about when it comes to stuff like that is that everyone’s sign name would be something hilarious to him, if not offensive. He definitely gives them their names without them knowing it. But would eventually have to change them when he introduces them to other people in his community.

(The sign for shitty hair is probably something that would get a lot of confused looks, and finger spelling is waaaaaaaaay too impractical for day to day conversation)

Not that anyone asked for my opinion on this but-

Bakugo fingers you precisely, kneeled before your soft core- your legs hitched over his own, with the pads of his rough fingers hitting away at your g spot with every stroke. He likes how you look under him the most.

Kirishima fingers you lovingly, on his side beside you, cradling your face into his neck. Big palm grinding on your clit while he hooks two fingers inside. He whispers soft praises and affirmations against your check.

Denki fingers you enthusiastically, he likes it when you’re on all fours above him. He eats you out from underneath, playing with your pretty pussy with one hand and reaching up for your breast with the other. He never stops moaning pretty things to you.

I'm not sure if it's just my black dad or any dads in general, but when I was little, my dad would practically tear up my nose then leave it burning when I had snot in there, so now I'm imagining domestic dad!bakugou would do the same thing.

He wouldn't mean it, he's just naturally rough, and he wants to make sure he got all the snot out. Don't get him wrong, he lets his own child be independent to explore the world on their own, but will step in if they needed help. His pupil is only four years old and can somewhat wipe their own nose, but sometimes they'll just let it hang there.

So, he'll just grab some tissues whilst grumbling under his breath then line up with the poor juvenile's height, positioning the tissue on the tip of their nose and commanding them to blow. When he is sure that they exhaled all of their mucus, the number 2 hero of Japan grips the everlasting shit outta their tiny nose and throws away the tissue. The youngster has tears pricking on their eyes and they run to you to tattle on daddy that he hurt them. You have to make him apologize.

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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 💌: happy fathers day! even though the part before the cut is more focused on the mother-son relationship, the cut after is all about bakugo and his son. I hope you enjoy it!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. attempted sexual assault, the reader is implied as a female (mother), big fluff

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. domestic!bakugo x domestic!reader, domestic!bakugo with son (platonic), domestic!reader with son (platonic), domestic!reader with daughter (platonic).

Bakugo's son is nothing like him at first. He never clung to his mama's leg, pleading with big, glossy puppy dog eyes just to be picked up as Kinnosuke did with you. He was also very sensitive, concluding that he wasn't the baby no longer ever since his newborn sister was brought into the world. He had to share his toys and your attention and thought that you didn't love him anymore.

But now at age 16-17, he's almost like bakugo's replica. He even inherited bakugo's bitch-resting face, I mean, all the bakugo pupils did; Kinnosuke just doesn't act up around you, still looking at you for guidance with a soft gaze and never swears around your presence. He tries to stay away from things he knows that'll disappoint you, but occasionally be the adolescent teen with the blood of a bakugo coursing through him, tempting him to erect trouble.

However, there was this one incident that occurred on the bus. He didn't understand why you both took the bus even when you had a car, but he didn't complain. Mothers knows best, he supposes. A man from behind you attempted to pinch your butt and nearly on instinct, he gripped onto the man's wrist and glared at him with bakugo's infamous death stare, making the enemy nearly evaporate from the heat of his scowl.

In all this, you don't recognize an assault was planned on you, just grabbing your son's hand and dragging him out of the bus. He just returns to a normal soft gaze when he looks at his mother.

It wasn't like he despised his father, he still loved him even when he's older, he just preferred you.

But he won't forget that time where they were taking a nice father-son stroll around the neighborhood on a warm day. He had his little stubby five-year-old hand engulfed by bakugo's much rougher and older ones. He walked in the inside of the sidewalk while bakugo walked to the side nearer to the street, always protective on instinct when it came to his family.

They came across a house with a large chained fence and a metal sign hung on the said fence. It was titled, "BEWARE DOG", But with his limited vocabulary, he didn't understand what it meant at the time and paid no attention to it.

That was when a Cane Corso dog shot up on the porch it was resting on and raced to meet the duo by the fence with its canine teeth exposed, barking very loudly and not in the familiar way a golden retriever would greet him.

Kinnosuke unleashes a tiny exclamation and jerks his hand out of bakugo's which he also lets out a minor gasp, then runs to his side, wrapping his dwarf arms around his leg.

The dog still fires his needless rage on the pair as bakugo lifts the frightened child from his leg and brings him to his chest without a word. He knows the dog won't do anything because it's behind a strong barrier and in whatever situation it gets ahead of the said strong barrier, he'll just hold his son high and blast it beyond space. Besides, the dog is just protecting its own family from any intruders. Kinnosuke is still a little skeptical of dogs to this day.

As they returned home, bakugo reminded Kinnosuke who was still in his arms.

"Big things are scary, but the only thing to make it stop being scary is to be bigger than itself and make it seem smaller."

It was that quote that led him to be the future's top pro-hero.

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Friends, I'll say it once again, this is how bakugo pushes a shopping cart 💀

Leaning forward and shit with the most unimpressed face pursuing behind you mindlessly as you pick your favorite snacks

I'm sorry but I stan bakugo would either give his daughter a ridiculous or the most basic name

Like he would go from 'THE-Dark-Empress-City-Desecrator', make sure everyone correctly capitalized the ''THE', but obviously, you're quick to knock that down and hence he goes to Olivia or Sophia 😐

LOOK ME DEAD IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT THIS UGLY SPECIMEN THAT I LOVE SO MUCH WOULDN'T NAME HIS BABY GIRL AVA

A/N: not using DILF because by the dictionary, it makes me feel icky, so I'll use my own safety version which is DILC which means Dads I'd Like (to) Cuddle :)

DILC!bakugo who can never allow himself to let his daughter leave the nest, even when she's is a fully sophisticated woman.

He "wonders" off his patrol space to invade hers and bugs her with questions. Lunchtime's always, "do you eat well?" "I─" "─actually, I'll cook you a lunch, what do you want, chili pickled cucumbers or chikuwa cucumbers?" much to her disapproval even when she munches of seasoned, dried noodles. (she doesn't know this, but you watch Bakugo go to war with himself every morning to combat the urge to trim her sandwich into a cute bunny or kitty with the mold cutter like he used to do :()

Or when he buds in while she's handing a villain to the police, you can always count on Dynamight to bring up the conversation of finances like it's weather-talk. "Do you need any money? You don't have ta pay me back." No dad, you know how much I make because you're my boss, she'll think when her eye twitches with vexation.

Speaking of being the boss, he makes it very clear that the boss's daughter is off limits and there will be no such things as hidden office romances.

Of course, he's not being insufferable Y/N, he just wants to make sure Katsumi Bakugo is ready for what the world has in store for her. But when you finally rub his back and kiss his cheek while he watches her car clear his driveway with her fiancee onboard, he thinks maybe it's finally time to move on and spend his days with you by his side.

𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘿'𝙎, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎!─ k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. bakugo loves your "priceless" gift.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bakugo x reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. nothing except if you don't celebrate christmas I guess, the reader is a bit of an idiot, established flourishing relationship, fluff, blushy bakugo.

a/📓 : happy holidays!

Bakugo eyed at the dishonest rare Bronze age All Might trading card that was kept protected in a display case on his dresser as if it held some sort of significance.

To most hard-line All Might fans like himself, things like this were child's play; they could effortlessly purify which Bronze age All Might card was a trap and which was genuine by defining the colors. The real had the full art of the gorgeous number one hero Detroit smashing towards you in his black and red uniform. This was worth well over ¥40,000.

The fake, however, had the same accuracy as the real but wasn't worth much. The background color was the conclusive factor that directly divided the two cards. The actual card had an aureolin setting with a holographic rainbow that bedazzled your eyes when the desk light hits it. The phony had a lemon yellow setting with a nice holographic rainbow. Easy.

You were never an All Might fan and instead, you always leaned towards the lesser heroes like Fat Gum.

This means in some cases, that sketchy store clerk duped the shit out of you.

You spotted the item behind the store clerk's desk when you were shopping for clothing with your girls and immediately recognized it as something your boyfriend would like. The problem was that the clerk told an untruth and asserted that the fabrication was reasonably worth thousands of yen, thousands of yen a 3rd year like you wouldn't normally carry. So in response, you worked your ass off serving bitchy consumers teriyaki as a waitress to the level where Bakugo could only talk to you during school hours.

But when you came to him with frostnip nose and ears and a big, luminous smile when you gave up the card bandaged in a comic snowman wrapping paper, he wasn't sure what to exactly say.

"Do you like it? I heard that there are only four copies of it in the world," he remembers you sitting down next to him when you announced it, a smile basically polluting in the way you spoke. You were nearly bouncing the bed under him from excitement, awaiting acknowledgment from him.

Should the Bakugo risk admitting that it was fake, help get your money back and stake that chance of you getting embarrassed or say nothing and soak in the appreciation that you thought of him and not midoriya.

He voted the latter.

He memorized rebelling against the blushed smile that trudged onto his lips. "Yeah, it's nice I guess," he murmurs, feigning interest by flipping the card to its back.

"You know you love it! Stop that," you bumped into his shoulders, now glowing with gratification.

Bakugo won't cite that he loved it so much that he removed his real copy from its spot on the dresser and replaced it with yours.

ROOKIE DAD MISTAKES — mistakes they make as a first-time dad.

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. nobody said parenting was easy and nobody ever warned them of these slips ups.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bakugo katsuki x reader, kirishima eijiro x reader, shinso hitoshi x reader, todoroki shoto x reader, midoriya izuku x reader (SEPARATELY)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. no gender is specified (maybe a little in shinsou's and kirishima's), a lil angst in Kirishima's section, crack, fluff

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈,

STANDING IN FRONT OF THE "SPLASH ZONE:"

bakugo learns very rapidly that standing in the "splash zone" also speaks to baby girls and not just baby boys in a very unpleasant way.

he begins his traditional manner to set up for changing a diaper but with more acceleration than usual since he was already a tiny bit late for a meeting. While you offered to do it to let him free, he denied it. Messily, he loosened the diaper's seal around his little Katsumi's waist while rummaging for some fresher ones and wipes.

and just as he was doing relatively well, his baby looked at him with the most innocent look and peed on his white button-up and tie. It's safe to say he never got to that meeting.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈,

SPIT UP'S:

do you know how wives say that they wish their husbands could listen to them more? that's you. You've told repeatedly shinso not to bounce the baby promptly after she was finished feeding after your own experience, and of course, he never listened, so as a result of that, you decided you'd rather allow him to learn from his mistakes.

so right after nurturing his seven-month-old, shinso wipes her mouth first with her bib then released her from the confinements of her highchair. He sat her up in his arms and began to bounce her unconsciously while cleaning the art painted on her tray. When he finishes, he just glances at her broad e/c eyes —the matching hue as yours— and she stares up at him before puking on his shoulder.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎,

EXPECTANCY OF BECOMING A SUPER-DAD:

from the moment you told kirishima that you were pregnant, he committed himself to becoming the perfect dad but did not discern that that concept was mythical, especially when he specializes as a pro-hero where his time is reduced. Slowly, he begins to descend for not arriving in time when you went into labor because someone was stuck underneath a truck or not witnessing his son's first breath since gunshots ranged out by a convenient club.

so, when he finally arrives —about an hour later— he apologizes, to both of you and you tell him that there are just some things he can't control and that's not his fault. Still not convinced by your words, you allow him to hold kenchi and told him to look at him if he was disappointed. There was not an ounce of disappointment in his eyes but rather replaced with drowsiness from being placed in his father’s arms as his eyes narrowed then finally dropped close.

he sobbed.

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔,

LETTING YOUR BABY WATCH VIDEOS UNSUPERVISED:

midoriya realizes that it takes merely three minutes for his toddler to take 176 impoverished pictures of himself, delete important files, and text "hsbdyomenhs44%" to bakugo.

he decided why not a little screen time while he cooks dinner before you arrive home, so he puts on an All Might compilations in hopes his child would grow up to adore All Might as he'd. Positioning his toddler in his playpen, he places ingredients in the crockpot that takes about two hours to cook before he goes to check up on Daiki. Later approaching the playpen, he realizes that setting a two-year-old alone with his phone wasn't be the best idea after witnessing his son watching a music video consisting of guns and women's nodding asses.

(unrelated note, I was inspired by this funny tik tok 😭)

𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎,

POKING A SLEEPING BABY:

todoroki frets over everything. Rather if his son is sneezing or giggling, he has the suspicion that everything is trying to strike his baby.

He spends his time hanging around the crib his entire maternity leave making sure his son is still living. Once, and only once, he felt like his son wasn't breathing, so in conclusion, he began to panic and poke around to check for movement. You both didn't get any sleep that night.

a/n 📓: so to add a little background into this, I was online window shopping on esty and I find these!!!

a/n 📓: personalized wedding cufflinks!!! and while I'm still in high school and not planning on getting married yet, can you imagine bakugo wearing these?! God, it's so sweet! I had to write a little blurb about this.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. unproofread (ill re-read and correct stuff later), fluff, gender-neutral, flustered bakugo, kinda rushed, I used katsuki instead of bakugo because I am close to him

The day before your wedding, bakugo imprints your initial as well as his on his two golden studs. It's a touching gesture that goes unnoticed for two years after your marriage.

That is, until you move into a wider home and need to pack up.

A room containing sharpie-identified boxes crowned by other boxes is revealed to you when you enter the room. In the bedroom, nothing was left unboxed except the bed and the drawers. It was agreed that you would get new drawers and leave the old ones behind and of course, you would pack up your bed when the moving truck arrived tomorrow, the day of the move.

You kneeled to reach for the first district of the drawer as you plopped the tape dispenser along with three cardboard boxes on the floor. As you dug through your pile of clothes, you placed them neatly inside the box, and carried out the same manner with Katsuki's clothes, except his were collected in a separate box. You left two outfits out and placed them on top of the polished surface of the drawer to be worn for tomorrow.

You hear from outside the room a car beep along with a shut of the trunk. Katsuki found himself busy filling in the space in the car with the smaller items.

After you complete combing through the empty section, you tape the boxes shut and mark them with your black sharpie.

While spelling your name, you caught something that remained unpacked from the corner of your eye, sitting on your nightstand. Katsuki's waxed jewelry box.

Almost two years ago, it contained charms that you might expect every man to have, a tangled mess of stud earrings, rings, necklaces, and Jolly Ranchers candy wrappers.

Now, probing through the small box, you noticed nothing really had changed, except Katsuki now had a taste in Smarties.

There was one thing, however, that really caught your attention: the new shining studs from the box. You picked one up. It had a printed date on it, 5.17.19, or in other words, your wedding date.

You picked up its twin next which had something different imprinted on it. (Y/F/I) + K.

It's a small detail that makes your heart skip.

Katsuki knocks on the open door which causes your attention to flick to his eyes. He's leaning on the doorway with an eyebrow raised, "What are you doing?"

With glinting heart eyes, you point the cufflink towards him, "it has our initials on it! Did you do that?"

He squints his eyes to get a better view of it before the image clicks in his mind. You can see redness sweep across his ears, "yeah, so what?" He murmurs, embarrassed at being caught being sentimental.

"Why didn't you tell me? It's so cute," you say with a grin, turning your hand to stare at it again with a thumb running over the dents.

"What could I say? It wouldn't matter," he grumbles.

You're not angry that he didn't tell you, far from it actually. You're flustered that he would even go through something as so minor and charming as this even if it didn't get recognized. It conveyed to you how much he loves you and that none of this is for show.

The man even wears his wedding ring on rare occasions when you're both alone and unoccupied in your small apartment. You memorize toying with the ring on his finger while you rested your head on his lap watching movies at home unaccompanied.

Is it possible that a man would deliberately or unconsciously give the smallest details tremendous attention? It's not always the case, but for Katsuki, it will be.

IT'S YOUR FUNERAL — your assaulter believes you're fucking around when you say you'll go get your boyfriend. It's his funeral.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. k. bakugo x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. assault, reader kinda fits in the damsel in distress role, katsuki knocking them out, gender-neutral, not proof-read, re-uploaded

When you shouted to the man who was currently attempting to squeeze your waist, the loud music drowned out your voice. Your words only became apparent when you pushed his hands away and salacity-filled eyes connected to those of your more adamant ones.

"Hm? What d'ya say, baby?" You shivered upon hearing the nickname he gave you.

"I said to leave me alone," you yelled again.

"Uh-huh?" he grins, finding your discomfort extremely amusing, "you want me to leave you alone?"

Firstly, you responded by asserting yes, but after some consideration, you decide that including, or else, is necessary.

When his head falls to his shoulder, he says, "or else what, baby? Whatchu gonna do if I don't?"

Frumpily, you reply, "I'll get my boyfriend."

"You'll go get your boyfriend?" He smirks, "where is he then?"

You point behind yourself at your golden-headed brute, decked in his finest. That would be some baseball cap and jeans adorned with a red wives-beater showcasing his enlarged biceps. "See him? He's got blonde hair. You can't miss it."

Unfortunately to your attacker, he does. He views you as pointing at the smaller, scrawnier blonde boy, with latte eyes rather than the much larger, bulkier, and crimson-eyed one he's talking to. The grin on his face only beams from knowing he would win if a fight broke loose because of his size and strength.

"Go ahead and get 'em, babe," He licks his lips as he anticipates victory, "I wanna talk."

Rolling your eyes at him, you contemplate how dumb and wacky he must be, but you keep that to yourself. Under the tinted lights, you see the aggressor's eyes watching you squeeze past sweaty bodies that flashed purple to blue and settles on pink before it shortly resets the rotation again.

As you catch how his eyes appear to magnify with uneasiness and how he clenches his jaw tight as you steer towards the larger blondie, you observe how he displays skepticism. Despite this, he holds firm.

From the corner of his eye, Kasuki notices you shakily emerging from the dancing bodies with a grimace glued on your profile. With a scowl on his face, he stares at you. "What's wrong?"

"Katsuki, some dude keeps trying to touch me," you whine, pointing to the guy who remains awkward in the middle of the dance floor. His stance reminds you of the stand you would take in front of your asleep parents to alarm them that you had vomited just moments ago. "He wanted to talk to you when I told him to leave me alone."

In response, Kaminari, the assailant assumed to be your boyfriend, whistles before smoothly vacating to bother Kirishima, as he does not want to be caught in Katsuki's wrath which occasionally tends to end up affecting everyone's day.

As Katsuki's eyes follow those of the guy who suddenly turns his attention to the people around him, he deepens his scowl even more. Your arm wraps around the arm of the man who kicks his feet off the wall, moving toward your aggressor. Contrary to you, he has an easy time crossing the dance floor, simply shuffling anybody off with a fuck off who tries to disrupt him.

As Katsuki approaches him further, it's hard not to assume the man is pissing his pants. Despite their similar height, he recognizes that he is standing in front of a fanatical hero who has doomed villains to the slammer half-dead with melted faces. The hero then asks, "Why are you bothering them?" But the man know it's bait to give him a story to fuck him up.

And as you expected, he turns into a little bitch. Although his mouth opens, closes, and opens again, he doesn't say anything. Rather than his randy stare that used to flit from your eyes to your waist, he now looks at you straight in the eye with fear as if he was begging for redemption. You don't grant him that kind of safety.

In the realization that he dug himself into this dilemma and only he can effort to dig himself out, he finally chokes out with his hands raised in the air, "L-Look, I didn't mean— It was a joke! I-I didn't realize they would take it—" before his words are cut short.

Katsuki's glare is venomous, "so you never took a hint after they told you to fuck off multiple times?"

It wasn't until the cold breeze that swept under your hair that you realized Katsuki was directing the man outside the club. Away from onlookers.

You could hear the man's heart drop before eventually, he is. Nevertheless, before that, he spewed out a topsy-turvy mess of "I-I— the music, it was— I couldn't—" before ultimately being clocked out by a fist that linked with his head. He falls backward onto the packs of stuffed garbage bags that end up ripping upon impact.

"Thanks, Katsuki," you say, depositing a stained, red kiss on his cheek.

In the end, Katsuki is content with the fact that the slimeball is sure to leave you alone, despite his irritation with the lack of brawl that the man seemed to be seeking before and was so confident about.

"Just doing my job, princess."

KIND HEARTS — k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. the reader is referred to as a witch so female reader, trauma, PTSD, comfort, angst, fluff, the reader is a bit awkward and forward but nonetheless a fucking badass, "smelly lemons" or any other strange named fruit/vegetable mentioned is make-believe, POC friendly, magic au, witch au, 1500s au, enemies to lovers

THE MAN-MADE MAN — BEGINNING (word count: 1k+)

INSTINCTS — MIDDLE

SURVIVAL — END

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (open):

@the-witches-you-couldnt-burn , @osiris1rhi , @skbakusimp, @smashboxgirl26 , @bakucuddles , @esloao , @r-royce , @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore , @izhetttttt , @atsushiki , @gonnafyourmom24-7

𝐓𝐀𝐆:

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘♡𝗥𝗧𝗦.𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

EARMARKS — k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. A museum date with your boyfriend takes you past two historical sculptures that were feuding a long time ago when rigid kings swore and slaves shriveled up in the hot sun. However, history does not tell the most of the truth.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. warrior!bakugo x goddess!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. the reader is referred to as a female, made-up religion, modern to past au, rivals to lovers au, enemies to lovers, a little bit of an greek mythology au, reincarnation au, character deaths, blood, death, romance, I swear this isn't as grim as it sounds, okay maybe a little, angst, forbidden lovers au ???? happy ending ????, tragedy

A withdrawn gaze meets yours as you stare into the eyes of a woman in front of you. However, despite being gray and quiet, they do not remain completely expressionless. Across her forehead, her eyebrows are hauled and wrinkles the skin, and her stone lips are softly parted, revealing one of her canines in a nasty scowl.

You think she sorta looks a bit like you, maybe just a bit more fierce and courageous.

By pulling on an arrow's twine with her forefinger, she pulls her arm back. You glanced to your left. It was directed towards the other sculpture.

Despite his armor-covered body, the sculpture's biceps and legs are exposed. While his face is preserved, it is possible to see the outline of his jaw and a strand of sharp-tipped hair peak that protrudes from the clear top of his helmet. One hand holds a spear in a throwing position and the other a shield plugged with three arrows, sheltering himself against the woman's many arrows.

There is more slight breathing in the eyes of the man beside you who was reading the passage on the podium.

"Do you think they liked each other?" You asked; though you knew the answer. It was pretty evident that they were opponents since the woman's stone eyes were markedly filled with hatred and disgust. You just wanted to start a conversation.

You see him eye you before he rolls them and taps the platform. "It says they lived more than two thousand years ago."

In pointing to the woman, he said, "She had the maiden name of Bena and was known as the Goddess of Chance. She led a nation called the Sunsword, and he," he said, pointing to the man, "He was known as Fimes. Fimes was just a mere mortal who enviously coveted her power.

Their long bloody battles focused primarily on land and power, and both were respected chiefs during that time despite the societal stigma regarding women in high places."

"She was a goddess?" You questioned, "as in, mysticism could've existed?"

Bakugo says with a shrug, "There's nothing really to suggest that it's true; most likely it's not. For one, this may just be something people back then believed, and two, they might've actually lived but the story was embellished to make it sound more dramatic and pleasing."

Recently, you realized what a nerd Katsuki can be when it comes to history, so you purposed the idea of taking a tour of the newly opened museum as your third date.

Whether you knew them or not, you enjoyed hearing him rant about historical facts.

Anyways, an reflective sheen from the surface of a nearby object snags away your attention; "hmm, hey, let's take a look at that."

During your tug, your arm is slipped around his, allowing the two adversaries a minute alone before a second couple encroaches on their space in awe of their spectacle.

The battered earth, rich with the blood of fallen soldiers, is the only witness to this affair.

The fragments of a cracked helmet and two halves of a bow burrow themselves into the welcoming soil. Grunts and gasps fill the voiceless battlefield.

A strained Immortal straddles over an equally weakened mortal waist, holding his arms overhead as his red gaze stares up at her, his pupils bulging with dangerous determination.

The woman is the first to speak.

"You mortals at each given moment want but seldom give," you say, "behold where your gluttony has attained you."

A rasp forms in his voice, reeking of dehydration. "Is it demeaning to want you?" he asks.

"The situation is the utmost bothersome," you assert, "you exist unmarried, in search of a spouse, and yet turn hence the most quaint and liberal distaff in your homeland who throw themselves at you. I cannot compare to those folk, but yet you desire me. It is clear that you only desire my ability."

"It's not about superiority as you think. You're the most quite quaint and forgiving mistress I've ever discerned. I will never find fulfillment by spending time with anyone else,"

"Chance is my own divine duty; I must be—"

"—Therefore, why do you refuse to let me have a chance with you? Are you willing to relinquish thousands of lives just to prevent it?"

He leaves you astounded for a moment, yet, not for too long, but before you could open your mouth, he immediately demands, "what do I lack for you to fill your heart with?". The question nearly exhausts you.

"What?"

"You mentioned that we rarely give. What do I need to share with you to earn your favor?"

Seeing your gape, he looks back with eyes that display uncharacteristic nervousness. His right eye has swelled and started to leak into a pale purple and his cheek, where your arrow had scarcely chafed him by a few inches, is bleeding profusely. You, however, breathe unblemished. Within an hour, you had scars that run down your arm, but they quickly healed, leaving no evidence of their existence, no matter how insignificant they were. It all reminds you of your curse and his gift.

"You lack perpetuity, Katsuki."

The name of his family has never entered your lips, let alone his first name, but after realizing the grim actualization, you accidentally utter it.

"You'll perish one day and I'll be left behind. I can't love you."

Bakugo uses your vulnerability to slowly flee your grasp, and he props himself up with his forearms, "but you do. I see it in your eyes."

With a nod, tears starting to veil your vision, you say, "yes, I do. You're quite a brute and yet I recognize a generous side of your courage toward the people you honor..."

At that moment, your words begin to flutter away as he draws you into a kiss, a kiss that fills your mouth with the tang of caramelized blood.

You cannot feel his hand on your back anymore since you are too far back; it is instead deposited on the ground scrambling to find something. You're combed again, but this time you're punctured deep within with a sharp object, and instead of comfort you're flooded with pain.

He engulfs your cries in a kiss as he drives the edge deeper into your spine. In an attempt to quiet you, he kisses your forehead and whispers sweet words, but they have no power on you as you feel yours slowly evaporating from your body.

"It'll stop hurting soon, I promise." He hums over your cries, "I cannot make myself immortal nor can I assume you can, but I will make sure we're together in the hereafter."

Over time, your whimpers melt away into white noise and your eyes lose their style and zeal. The only person who remains in this field is he who will cradle your corpse in his arms before ultimately pointing the dagger at himself after making sure to hold the edge in your spine for a minute so that your body couldn't mend itself.

Your eyes attract back to the woman.

She really does look a bit like you.

KIND HEARTS — k. bakugo (1k+ words)

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader

THE MAN-MADE MAN -> INSTINCTS -> SURVIVAL

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Winter was your favorite season. It's not as popular with others because for them, it's a sign of disease and devastation, whereas, for you, it's a sign of secrecy. You also love silent. Due to the harsh weather during this time, visitors are few because they stay away, leaving you alone until the spring arrives. Of course, you don't allow that to take place.

At least, that's how you perceived it.

As part of your daily routines, you searched for smelly lemons, shimmer peaches, serimansi, and other one-of-a-kind fruits...

...and the next thing you know, you're studying the blurred footprints that marred the eight-inch veil of the December bed, ruining the perfect, clean appearance. The majority of them were similar to yours but much bigger and wider, and the other, smaller distinctive couple; you shortly recognized as paws. Men and men's best friends.

In front of them, there was a track with much bigger footprints, ones you couldn't recognize since the men's shoes combined with them.

Moreover, blood had dyed the snow crimson red. A great deal of blood, actually.

"Okay," you whispered to yourself. Almost unnerving is the sight.

The blood trail eventually led you to the camp where they were hiding. Towards the end of the bloodshed, a fur tent appears, and you prepare yourself to attack. Despite this, when you fling it's flimsy doors open, there was only a large patch of blood in the middle, with no signs of human life and a heck-ton of blotted bandages. With no need to stay longer, you exited.

"Okay," you think to yourself, ignoring the other footpath that trailed off behind you, "they were presumably hunting and one of their comrades might have been in—"

Your heart lunges into your throat as you hear a loud, nasty roar that you immediately identify as that of a bear. In a minute of stillness, you whip around again, anticipating finding an agitated and ravenous bear behind you, but you're met with your own swirling winter wonderland in its place.

A second one passes by and your eyes fixate on a bush farther away from the campsite.

Strenuous huffing led you to a bush of early dragon oranges. As you gently parted its snow-draped branches, you discovered a badly wounded animal lying upon the delicate snow, which had begun to blush and deteriorate the longer it was left exposed.

You knelt and deposited your basket of unusual fruits onto the crunchy snow, greeting the dying beast with cold coos that nearly bordered aloofness; "oh you poor thing."

By brushing your hand across its damp, tawny brown coat that was salted with snowflakes, you caressed the bear's more bloodless side while he grunted at you, reasonably bothered by your presence.

"You're a long way from home, aren't you?" you questioned, even though you didn't expect an answer. The debilitated creature could do nothing more than grunt and huff from the discomfort and compile snowflakes on his back.

The bear was a grizzly, and it was quite large for its species. Bears, nonetheless the militant varieties, rarely visited your woods —in fact, nobody ever has— but the actuality that such an aggressive bear was plugged with arrows is indicative that he brought the guests from the outside.

You nudged on the nearest arrow to you which prompted a pained growl from the grizzly. You droved your fingers over the craved craters of its narrow post and nodded the turkey feather laced with twine for its end. Wouwodo men, one of the worst.

Due to your mistrust of people, and theirs of you, you carved out your own corner of the world that lay far off of people's maps. Only the critters that could withstand such endless, extreme weather, and pretty much anything that didn't have a voice to cry "witch" was allowed to loiter around.

"We found it's track! It's over here!"

Or just a voice in general.

You jumped upon hearing the familiar echoes of Elkhounds barking and men crying out to their comrades as you stood up.

Despite knowing they were only there for the bear, it was impossible not to think they were here for you as well; that they had returned to put you on a stake and set you ablaze after all these years.

Plus, you didn't like the impression of your peace expiring.

You couldn't allow that to happen— you wouldn't allow that to happen.

You busy yourself by working on dissecting the smelly lemon seeds and grinding down other herbs you've collected using your mortar and pestle when a loud groan comes from behind you.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead. You've been sleeping since morning," you say, casually, "though, you should've been sleeping all winter since, you know, you're a bear—"

"—What the hell...?"

"And that would've been better since you've caused me a lot of trouble—"

"Who the fuck are... Where..."

"—But since I felt bad for you and I'm a good person, I nursed you back together."

"I—"

Turning around to face the man who was filled with numerous emotions, too many emotions for your liking, you stated, "I'm sorry if you don't like being a little less hairless for a while, but I found it easier to perform the procedure if I transformed yourself into a human. You had a lot of toxic arrows in you, I'm surprised you even held up for that long."

In the deafening silence, he stared back at you with confusion and perhaps some irritation on his handsome face. Although he was a grizzly bear, his hair was quite blonde and spiky. He was naked, yes, but you wrapped him in a blanket and bandaged his body when he rested on your small couch. His feet dangled over your 170 cm sofa, which gave you the impression that he was much taller than 5 ft.

"By the way, this wasn't a free service," you say in a matter-of-factly tone. "I've decided you should be charged for your medical care and the fact that you trespassed on my private property. I would not have done that if you had stayed a bear and hadn't brought the Vikings with you."

A hush falls upon both of you.

"Any questions? You've seemed to had a lot earlier."

The man, still stupefied, asks, "how the hell am I talking?"

As you stand up and place your collection in your cupboard for safekeeping, you explain, "You're really just talking in bear tongue, but I've got it translated so it comes out naturally for me. Anyways, That's it. Since you interrupted my tasks—"

"Wait, hold on!" He shouts, sitting up straight and tense, "who are you? Where am I? Why am I like this— transform me back! What makes you think I'm gonna— gonna... " He breathes, then shallows before sighing when you look at him imperturbably. "What's happening?"

Sighing, you replied, "I saved you from being worn as a coat, okay? And so in return for all I've done for you, I expect you to help keep the house clean. You should show me more gratitude."

With just a click made by the friction between your thumb and middle finger, your extended wool shawl drifts towards you and wraps itself around your shoulders, "I've always wished to see what I'd look like in a bear cloak, so follow my instructions and neither of us will have to find out."

This time, he glares at you, "when do I get to leave?"

The next moment, you grabbed your basket from your table and said, "As soon as I say," and with a flick of your wrist, great winds invaded your chimney, flushing out the black fume of chard wood and swept you away.