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*Wails profusely at the idea of reader walking in on Katsuki and baby play fighting in the nursery*
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The thick mahogany door separating your hall to your living room creaked loudly as you pushed it open before kicking off your shoes. You sigh in relief; you adored your friends, but by god could Mina and Denki talk.
“Katsuki? Keiko? I’m home my babies!” You shouted into the silence of your usually noisy home, before realising that Keiko could be down for a nap.
The delicious aromatic smell of Katsuki’s noodles filtered through the air and enticed you to your spotless kitchen. A small note was left on your kitchen island with Katsuki’s neat handwriting.
Hope you had a good time out with the losers, food’s in the fridge and Kei had his bottle. We’re probably upstairs in the nursery
- love, Ki
You smiled at his loving note, before prepping the food and tucking in.
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After the delectable dish of noodles and vegetables, you meandered your way up the stairs to the large nursery you had for Keiko. You crept the white door open slowly, before tears started pricking at your eyes.
Katsuki was laying on the floor with your chunky baby resting on his chest with a tiny Dynamight costume on. Katsuki was making Keiko punch his face, revelling in his laughter.
“What the hell?! Why is this hero so damn strong?!” He pretended to be scared as he gently manoeuvred Keiko’s tiny fists to make contact with his cheeks. Keiko was giggling away, drooly mouth flashing his proud daddy his singular tooth. Katsuki let out little “pew pew” and “whoopash” noises at every point of contact.
“No more Mr Hero! I’m too weak, don’t punch me again!” He faked groans of pain as he repeatedly made Keiko punch his cheeks, before delivering the final blow.
Katsuki slumped his head to the side as he made convincing sounds of death.
“Blehhhhggg,” he moaned as he died. Keiko laughed loudly as he tried to plunge for his daddy. Katsuki let out his own laugh as he snuggled his baby closer to him.
“This certainly looks like naptime,” you laughed out loud as Katsuki jumped.
“Uhhh. He woke up?” He offered, embarrassed you saw him admit defeat for his son. You shook your head playfully as you approached your two heroes.
You picked Keiko up as he cooed in your arms.
“You did a wonderful job of beating your daddy up, Keiko,” you nuzzled your face into his slightly pink cheeks, earning a babble.
Katsuki smiled widely at his family before groaning at the way his legs had gone numb from the assault from his son. He joined your hug, swaying the three of you softly together. Katsuki pressed small kisses to each of you as Keiko burbled away. You nuzzled your face into Katsuki’s neck, smiling when you feel him smile back.
“I missed you both today,” you murmured. Katsuki continued to smile.
“We missed you too, didn’t we little guy?” He nudged Keiko, who yawned sleepily in response. He rubbed his eyes before nestling into you, breaths slowly deepening as you gave him a gentle goodnight kiss.
“Time for a real nap now, isn’t it sweetheart?” You murmured, giving your husband a pointed look, who only let out a breathy laugh.
“Ain’t my fault he’s a damn good hero.”
oi, oi, oi | bakugou katsuki
SUMMARY → as ( y/n ) impersonates the godly voice from one of her classmates that for some unknown reason drives them absolutely crazy, only to be overheard by said boom-boom boi.
PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x gn!reader
GENRE → fluff, scenarion
WARNINGS → cursing, what did we expect from boom boom boi?
MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine
AN → hi, this is a re-publication from a fic on my old blog ( with the same name ) because my old blog dead, hope you like it <3
SIGHING YOU LEAN YOUR head in your palm, “I don’t know. His voice just does it for me.” you groan, not being able to quite explain it to your friends.
“What does he even sound like?” your friends, friend asks whom sits at your lunch table. Making the others smile softly.
As you sit up, you clear your throat. Furrowing your brows harshly together, “Oi, dumbass! What did you say? I will kick your ass.”
Their brows raise at the words, “That seems a little agressive.” she mumbles.
“It’s cute.” you sigh, “Do it again!” your friend nudges, taking a bite of her food.
“Grow a pair, loser!”
“What are you doing, dumbass?” someone asks. Freezing at the voice, your eyes widen, “Hey….” you trail off, an awkward smile tucking up your lips as you turn to face him.
His voice uncharacteristically calm, “My answer depends on how much you heard.”
“All of it.” he grumbles out, still weirdly calm. Staying silent you pounder over what you should do. You could make a run for it, but what would that look like? Besides he will probably catch up.
You could also just say that you were doing impressions of everyone in the class to your friends whom aren’t in 1A. That is an amazing one, we will go with that, “I—“
“She loves your voice.”
Snapping your head to your friend, you glare at her, “The silence was killing me!” your friend cries out, not liking the look on your face.
“And now I’m going to kill you.”
“No, you won’t.” she denies. Raising a brow, i slowly take my bag, “You try that again, I will rip you phone apart and make sure it takes them weeks to make.”
Gasping she clutches her phone to her chest, “You wouldn’t.”
“I totally would.”
At her second gasp, you assume she used her quirk to make sure you were being honest, “Yeah,” you nod. Having the bell ring, you are litteraly saved by it.
Staring to walk away, you try to ignore the red eyes boring into the side of your face. “Oi, dumbass are you going to answer the damn question?”
Continueing to walk, you clear your voice, “Uhm, I- uh, I like your voice.” you stutter out. Avoiding glancing at him.
“Why?” he asks. Your brows crunch up at the question. You hadn’t really thought about that really, you just liked it. It was a deep, gruff, it just hit your ears nicely. Even if he was yelling, or being mean.
“I- I don’t really know.”
Letting a comfortable silence take over, you take glance to make sure he is about to explode or not, “I thought you were… scared of me.” he grumbles out, if you weren’t so close to him right now, you would have probably missed it.
“Why would I be scared of you? You’re just passionate. And a little mean, but if you ask me it’s better to have someone be mean in your face, then behind your back.”
“Oh.” he mummbles. Humming, you twiddle your thumbs, thinking if now was a good moment to ask for a little more then just being addressed as dumbass on the few occasions he even talks to you.
Thinking about it, why was he even at your table? He usually sits with Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari. At the otherside of the cafeteria, maybe not completely the otherside but far away to be out of earshot.
“Bakugou—”
“[Y/L/N]—”
Blinking at him starting to talk at the same time as him, you stop walking, holding your hand up, “Oh, you can go first.” you offer at the same as he says; “You go, shitty women.”
Biting on your lip, you sigh, not asking the dumb question. Asking something else instead, “Would you— maybe. You can totally say no. It’s probably—” you ask, stuttering as you do, wanting to curse yourself as you stare at anywhere but his face.
“Spit it out.”
“Would you maybe wanna hang out; we can train or something.” you ‘spit’ out. Glancing at him briefly for his answer, “Sure.” he nods. Nodding, you smile softly, at the boy. Whom looks away as soon as he notices.
“Don’t think this means anything, loser.”
“Of course, not.”
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00 | we all got an origin
SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making compainions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.
PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
WORD COUNT → 0.6 k
AN → this is a republish of this series on my new account ( as my old blog is dead ) <3
SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT
THE FIRST INSIDENT WAS in Qing-qing City. An extraordinary child was born, whom radiated light.
After that reports of people with super powers popped up across the globe. No one has a clue what was causing these quirks.
But before long the supernatural became the totally normal. Dreams a reality. The world became a super human society. With about 80% of the population possessing some uncanny ability.
It was an age of heroes.
With the rise of super powers also came an influxes in criminal activities. While governments were stuck figuring out how to reform laws with quirks in mind.
Courageous people started performing heroic acts to keep our cities save. Protecting us against villains whom abused their powers for evil, with overwhelming public support, heroes found their place as official peace keepers, overseen by the government.
Those whom performed the best got payed the most, and got all the fame and glory. Their careers depended on their ability to stay in the spotlight.
With more generations coming along. Measurements were taken to keep the villains at bay and make sure heroes will persevere.
The government crafted schools whom were made to craft and nurture what we as a supernatural society might need.
Categorising it’s youngsters into four:
Department of Heroes, where students learn everything they need to know to become excellent heroes in service of the community and work towards the qualifications necessary to be allowed to use their quirks in public spaces.
General Education, students whom didn’t make the cut for the hero department are included in this department. It boasts a top-notch education with an eclectic lineup of teachers. The department of general education supports students aiming for college and other pursuits.
Support, students in this department focus on developing support equipment that help heroes out on the battlefield.
And Management, this department focuses on all aspects of heroic business, from founding and managing hero agencies to executive producing heroes.
Of course their is not just one school whom does this. There are many. But only one can be on top: UA High School, U.A. is the number one ranked high school for heroics and is considered the top Hero Academy in Japan.
And I’m going there.
A/N: aahahhh the first chapter!!! this is the intro, not many words…. BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE. So, here it is!!!!! <33 the next part has the beginning from the entrance exam arc!
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01 | listen up, boys and girls, and non binary friends
SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.
PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
WORD COUNT → 1.4 k
SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT
TAKING A SEAT IN the auditorium. You glance around the students that will now be your competition, most are chatting with the people next to them. Most likely knowing them already. A stark contrast from yourself, as you are seated between two strangers.
Being the only one from your school to try out to be a hero. They got a different path, it made sense. Our junior high was specifically crafted to give parents a ninety-nine per cent guarantee for their children to get into Hashimoto Daiki Private High School.
And if they wanted to go there, they had no reason to take the entrance exam for the hero course.
Talking about hero course candidates. Many of them don’t seem to have any out of the ordinary body mutations. You got the usual, bird features; be its head, claws, or wings. Expendable eyes. A wooden clothespin.
Snapping your head back you look at said person again. It still says the same, Wait, no, it is not… right? “Is that a clothing pin?” you whisper to yourself, questioning your own vision, blinking a couple of times it didn’t change.
Still, how will that help them in hero work? Is there more than what meets the eye? Shaking your head, you continue to look around. Whom are you to judge? For all you know this is just a body mutation and they have a different quirk or are very talented at working with what they got.
Glancing at the pamphlets, laid out in front of you. The lights turn off, to be dramatically turned back on spot by spot. Slowly but surely coming to the front, lighting up the stage. Revealing Pro Hero: Present Mic as he energetically raises his arms up, “What’s up UA candidates. Say some synonyms with me, your school DJ. Come on, and let me hear yah!”
Applauding at his request, you smile at the hero. Soon hearing the almost deafening silence. As no one else joins in, feeling awkward you stop as well. Clearing his throat, he shakes off the silence, “I appreciate the enthusiasm.” he calls out, throwing finger guns in your general direction, “The others like to keeping it mellow, huh? That is fine I will skip right to the main show.”
“Let’s talk about how all those poetical exam will go down. Okay, are you ready?” he asks, yet again being answered by silence. That’s excluding the mumbles from various candidates in the audience.
Hearing various enthusiast squeaks, your brows furrow in concentration as you glance at your card. It reads your name, candidate number, and a centre letter; whatever that means, “Oh, my Goodness. It’s the voice hero Present Mic. So, cool. I listen to his radio show every day of the week. It’s so crazy nuts that all the UA teachers are pro heroes.” a voice gushes, peaking your interest.
What they are saying is true; it is crazy that all the teachers are Pro-Heroes. Basking in the bliss of this moment he keeps on muttering about his radio show, but he soon gets shut down by a deep raspy voice telling him to shut up.
“Like your application said, today you rocking boys and girls,” Present Mic calls out, “And non-binary friends.” you add softly, “will be out there conducting a ten-minute mock battle in super hip urban cities. You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you’ll head to the specified battle centre, sound good?” he explains, making sure to leave an opening for anyone to ask a question.
Glancing at your card again the letter D makes a lot more sense now. That will be where you will be proving yourself.
When no one says a word, he continues on; “Okay! Okay! Let’s check out your charts. There are three types of different faux villains in every battle centre.” Present Mic continues as three outlines appear on the screen with points ranging from one to three.
But when you glance at the charts in front of you there are four outlines of what seem to be these faux villains. Most likely this will be brought up in a moment, “You will earn points on their level of difficulties, so you better choose wisely.” he explains, a simulation behind him playing out like a video game as a mini Present Mic runs around racking up points by taking the outlines out with a single kick.
“Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to earn points by threading these faux villains like a guitar solo!” he calls out. Raising his arm to us, he wiggles his finger, “But check it. Make sure you keeping thing heroic. Attacking other examines is a big UA no-no.” he elaborates, which seemed like a logical thing for anyone want-to-be pro hero.
But maybe things like these have happened in the past? Or they want to avoid it from happening that’s why they point out the obvious? Or with how quirks are evolving more, and more from generation to generation, and with them being unaware of what type of quirk their applicants have they need to say this from the government —
“Excuse me, sir.” a boy in the row in front of you calls out as he raises from his seat, successfully pulling you out of your unnecessary spiral. Standing stiffly as he waves his arm around, “I have a question.”
“Hit me”
A sudden spotlight is shined on the boy, “On the print out you have listed four types of villains, not three. With all respect but if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful. We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japans most notable school. A mistake such like this won’t due.”
Blinking at his sudden word vomit, you are unsure of what the point of this was. If he just waited for an answer on his first question if it was an error, or not; he would have gotten it and maybe a chill pill too while he’s at it.
Stiffly turning around, he points at someone in the audience, “Additionally you with the unkempt hair.” he calls out. Turning your head, a boy with green hair hesitantly points at himself, “You have been mutter this entire time. Stop that. If you can’t bother to take this seriously? Leave. You are distracting the rest of us.” the glasses wearer continues.
Cover your mouth at the sudden call out, you can’t help the snore coming from your lips. Was it uncalled for? Sure. But the way he said it so bluntly, without any hesitation was undeniably funny.
“Sorry.” he mutters out, flustered under the sudden attention and intense gaze from the blue-haired glasses guy.
“Alright, alright, examinee number 7111. Thanks for calling in with your request.” Present Mic calls out, easing the tension, “The fourth villain type is worth zero points.” he starts, the monitors behind him showing said missing outline, “That guy is just an obstacle we will be throwing in your way. There is one in every battle centre. Think of a feral you should try to avoid.”
The previous simulation popping up again, this time as the pro hero his avatar reaches the faux villain it turns around and runs away instead of kicking it for all its points, as it has none, “It’s not that it can’t be beaten but there is kind of no point. I recommend my listeners to try to ignore it and focus on the ones on top of the charts.”
Seemingly satisfied with the answers to his question, and that UA did in fact not make an error, he bows at the pro hero, “Thank you very much. Please, continue.” re-taking his seat in the same stiff manner.
“That’s all I got for you today. I will sign off with a little present, a sample of our school motto.” He says happily, “As general Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down; A true hero is one that overcomes lives misfortunes.” he hums, nodding at his words.
I’m pretty sure he never said that, but you are honestly too happy to really care all that much about the semantics of it all.
“Now that’s a tasty sound bite. You ready to go beyond? Let’s here a plus ultra!”
“Plus Ultra.” you whisper happily, grasping your papers gently stuffing them in your bag. As everyone raises from their seats; “Just take the doors where you came in from and the arrows will send you listeners to your designated changing rooms.” Present Mic calls out, making sure everyone goes the right way.
A/N: i love present mic! and that moment between midoriya and iida make me giggle when i first saw it. It was blunt so i just had to put it in here!!! <3
also,, changed up the ‘aEstheic’ of the story as i wanted it to look good 🥺🤡
in the next chapter you can expect;
- a certain pink lady
- a electra boiii
- and a big handed girl… not to mention a brainwasher… MANY CHARACTERS WILL BE INTRODUCEDDDDD, not all formally but they are there!!!
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03 | what, oh, what will the results be
SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.
PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
WORD COUNT → 1.2 k
SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT
“YOU WILL GET IN, just wait and see.” mum reassures for the umpteenth time this past week and a half. The unease not coming off your face as you shove another chip in your mouth.
Zapping to the next channel, “We don’t know that.” you deny, shaking your head. A warm hand gently rubs your head, “Of course we do. You went in, got points, helped a boy out in spite of your own points. That must count for something.”
“Yeah, a loss of points.”
A frown now etching on the mature women face, “Never regret your decisions.”
“I don’t. I would have done the same thing again,” slapping your hands over your face, “I just want them to give the results already, this is agony.” you groan, dragging your hands down your face.
“( Y/N )! ( Y/N )! O’Ne-chan!”
Your brother runs into the room, almost slamming against the trophy case as he does so. Falling to his knees by the slip of his socks he holds up an envelope, “It came in, it came in the mail!”
Raising a brow at him, he shoves the letter so far up your face you can’t even read it. Wiping your salted fingers on your joggers. Before taking it from his grasp, the red wax is melted to the press of the heroic school stamping the letter to a close.
Taking it all in, you wonder how the Hell they fitted everything you need from this envelope, “It’s so… small.” you mumble.
“Maybe they send the big letter later?” mum tries. Which ( b/n ) nods to, “They do, they send in video chatters now, and a paper for your hero costume.”
Nodding, you swallow thickly. Not that surprised by ( b/n ) knowledge on how the school works; as it is his current hyper fixation. Taking out the metal chatter, placing it on the coffee table you look among your small family, “Everyone ready?”
“Just do it already, I can’t hold it anymore!” your brother burst out. Taking a deep breath you move your hand to make U.A. decision known and taking you out of your misery. Only to have your hand be grasped gently, “Honey,”
You could already envision what she would say; We got this, no matter what. We will find a way to make it, together, as a family.
“you are going to be an amazing hero.” she said, it was a refreshingly positive statement. It was so her. Still, her soft smile and nervous eyes make it known that she is just as unsure as you feel right now.
Squeezing her hand, a small reassuring smile tucks up your lips, “I guess we will see.” you mumble. As ( b/n ) presses the video on; a bright light comes emitted from it, the number one hero is now virtually present in your living room.
“It’s All Might!” ( b/n ) all call out in surprise. Before he waves his hands around, shushing us, while he was the only one screaming at his appearance.
Deciding against responding, you all focus back on the virtual hero, “I am here as a projection!” he calls out, moving back to be in a better frame, “Actually I came to this town to work at U.A.”
“All Might will be your teacher!”
Biting your lip, you stay silent to hear his next words, “You passed your written exam with flying colours, placing in the top ten by doing so.” he reveals.
Making all your brows raise at the statement, definitely not having expected a high ranking with how badly you felt you did it, “That’s already one.” mum whispers rubbing your shoulders.
“At the physical exam you managed to get twenty-three villain points,” All Might continues, making your shoulders falter at his less than optimistic tone, “sadly that is not enough.”
Tears are ready to spill out of your eyes at his statement, as your brother sits frozen and mum is at a loss of words, “But worry not!” he calls out, smiling at the camera and by extension you.
“You saved a young man, bringing him to safety when he could not get himself there.” the yellow-haired man reminds you, wiping your eyes you nod at the words being spoken, “Such an act of heroism is exactly what we look for at U.A. So, indeed we have a system in place for moments like these.”
Making your head snap back up, “Your heroic actions will be rewarded by forty-nine points.” the man smiles. Revealing a tv from behind him, “Bringing your grand total to seventy-four points.”
Holding in your breath, your mother holds even tighter to your shoulders, as the hero reveals a list of names that are forge into you. Villain and rescue points are next to each other showing the grand total.
“That’s you!” ( b/n ) calls out, the tears freely falling from his cheeks as he points at your name standing next to the number three.
Letting the camera panned back to the symbol of peach, he holds his hand out to you, “Welcome to U.A, Young ( l/n )-Shojo.”
Staying silent for a moment, all of you taking in the rollercoaster that just happened. Busting out in tears, you wipe them away as best as you can with your brother clinging to you. Now letting out a wail of relief himself, “I got in!” you cried.
“You did it!”
Wrapping your arms around him, you press a kiss to the top of his head, “And we should celebrate.” the voice of your mother says.
Turning to her, she holds a blue and yellow iced cake, “How—” you start to ask, “I just knew.” she smiled, the same previously identified as unsure eyes are actually more sure than anything.
Placing the plates down as she starts cutting the cake, “If you two clean up the snacks and letter, I will get the cake ready.” she offers.
Nodding, both of you jump up. Closing the chips, you take the video chip from the table. Opening the trophy case, you move your team picture a bit back, “Move it.” you mumble to the gymnastic trophy, placing the metal on it.
Letting your brother place the letter behind it, letting the red stamp take the stage. Sighing happily, the two of you move back, closing the glass closet.
Walking on air as you zoom back to the table. Letting your brother catch up at his own time as you start eating the delicious cake. Taking a seat next to you, he opens his notebook. Pulling you into his world, “I got some designs ready for your hero suit! You can definitely add some things but I think this will work best for the summer. For winter we definitely need to think of something else—”
The older women looked over her two children, smiling gently as she watches her firstborn not along to her younger brother. Wiping the blue icing off her cheek.
Letting her slip into a serenity, finally completely content with how everything is in their little three-member family.
“Mum?” You ask, making the women blink a couple of times before she is grounded back, Mum? You still there?” ( b/n ) asks, stuffing his mouth full of cake.
“Yeah,” nodding as she lovingly strokes your head, “just watching my babies.” mum coos. Making your nose crinkle, “We are not babies!”
“You will always be my baby.”
A/N: WE GOT INTO UA, WE GOT INTO UA, *boogie boogie* what u think?????????? LET ME KNOW
in the next chapter you can expect;
- THE FIRST DAY OF UA,
- AND BAKUHOES INTRODUCTION!!!!!!
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THE FIRST CAFE KACCHAN week had to be with bakugou, obvi. so, here it is. be prepared for a week of fics all staring the angry boom-boom boi as the love intrest!
⤷ this event takes place from april 19th till april 25th ( i changed it to a weekend bc i just don't have any energy to write for bakugou — i might post the others one day )
⤷ if you want to be added to the taglist you can find it here!
⤷ other works of mine are on my masterlist
⤷ and lastly i hope you have as much fun as i do this week — let’s collectively be simps
i. we don’t have time for this | april nineteenth
⤷ normally he is a simp in private, but for a change explosion boy is a softy for his girlfriend in public
ii. be my ( fake ) girlfriend | april twentieth
⤷ when the bakusquad ‘challenges’ bakugou by simply stating that no one would date him; he knows he can’t get a girlfriend in one afternoon so he asks the only girl he knows to be his fake girlfriend for the day. easy right?
iii. kind of sweet(s) | april twenty-second
⤷ sometimes — your friend — bakugou can be a total softy
SUMMARY → telling someone about your sexuality is always scary. telling your boyfriend isn’t any diffrent.
PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x asexual!reader
GENRE → fluff
A/N → i am back bitches... and i don’t want to hear that i am ‘acting diffrent’ PLS TELL ME U UNDERSTAND! if not it’ll be so awkward — this is a little short but i am wrapping up the long fics & smut ( akaashi, kirishima and kita are first on the list ) and i wanted to post something
anyways, happy pride to everyone who is still in the closet, out of it, and in-between. you are valid and you are loved.
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WATCHING HIM SIT ON your bed suddenly it feels a lot more real and a whole lot scarier. Maybe you should have just baked a cake with the colors of the flag, or given him a shoujo with a protagonist who identifies like you. Or you could just but it out… wait, what?
“I am asexual."
In a matter of a second red eyes connect with yours, “Okay." he says calmly, blink sheepishly at your sudden outburst. Standing up from you seat at the desk to start pacing around the room, “I am not saying this because I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to have sex with you. But it's not because of you, it's because of me." you add on, a little panicked at his calming expression.
Closing his manga to fully give you the attention this topic deserves, his head tilts, “Why are you crying?" he asks. Raising your fingertips to your cheek, they are indeed wet. Something you didn’t even realises, “I don't know." you whisper, letting your hand fall to your side.
Standing up from his seating positions, he pulls you with him to sit on the bed. Letting you take a breath, he rubs circles into your hand, “Don’t people usually do this in like a grand gesture or a cake at least." he says.
Making you chuckle at the sudden statement, “You don't like cakes." you whisper, leaning your head to his chest. Humming, he nods, “I know, but I would have eaten it if it had a flag in it."
Lifting your head up, he cups your cheeks. Gently whiping them clean with the back of his thumbs, “Hey, I know... I know that I'm mean to you sometimes." he says. Making you nod, “But I like you a lot and that is not going to change."
A small smiles tucks up your lips at the softness, “You are all sappy now." you giggle. Making him roll his eyes as he looks away, “Shut up, I'm trying to be nice.” your boyfriend grumbles.
Wrapping your arms around him, you rest your head on his shoulder, “Thank you, dumbass."
“Don't call me dumbass, dumbass." he whispers back. Holding on to him, he rubs your back, “…Can we still have a cake?" he whispers. Nodding, you can’t help but smile at how well it went, “Sure.”
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the thoughts of bakugou driving you in a car!!
fluff, established relationship, pro-hero au, small profanifies, I'M BACK?!?!, timeskip au + sfw!!
Just imagine having your own boyfriend picking you up from your house and going on with your date. The thought of bakugou would do the acts of service as one of his love languages. While driving, he was wearing his prescription glasses that he secretly uses. His eyes, squinting as he looks at the sight of traffic in front of him.
His index finger slowly tapped on the steering wheel while muttering under his breath. Bakugou let you play the song in the car to pass time. You looked at him, taking the time to admire your boyfriend in glasses. Bakugou noticed you looking at him.
"what?" he started.
You smiled, "nothing. Just admirin' you, that's all, ''you admitted. "hah? 'm just wearin' my goddamn glasses, what's all to be excited about that hah?" he asked back.
You looked back at front, "fine then, I'm not looking," you playfully huffed and crossed your arms. You heard him sigh at your childish acts. He took out your hand, crossed out and pulled onto his face and kissed your hand.
The warmth on his palm and also. The warmth of his lips touching yours feels like you're the one exploding. Just how he is on the outside attitude he has for other people is very different from what he's doing right now. And that's how you consider him as the most romantic man ever. He may be a jerk to everyone in the world but a dam well gentlemen just only for you.
You chuckled, "lover boy."
"Oh shut up."
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Baku x reader - watches reader WHOOP ASS during training or in battle and relizes hes fallen for them.
baku gives me vibes of ass beating couple lmfao
PAKJSJNDND yeah watch how he falls in love with the most violent display of rage like "girl you speaking my language rn fr fr 😩"
Your resident power couple <3
And now ive got a name for this ficlet gosh im just so smart 😩
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Bakugo x Violent!Reader - Speaking my language
You're halfway through a particularly testing battle with todoroki, his eyes staring straight into your soul as he freezes every boulder you throw his way, putting a stop to any of your attacks before they can even get close. You can't even use your quirk to move the ground below him because he's just skating around on his ice like a fucking Disney Princess!
"Hey, Elsa, maybe if you stopped being a fucking coward, this match wouldn't be so boring for you! Stop skating! This isnt mother-fucking Winter Wonderland!!"
Your cussing only entices laughter from the bakusquad and frosty the snowman doesnt even pay you any damn attention whatsoever. He is starting to get on your last nerve.
Usually you're a more agreeable person, more of a doormat than anything because you don't like the thought of driving people away with boundaries, so it makes absolutely no sense when you snap and start cussing at the poor guy when all he's doing is fighting you under the instruction of Aizawa Sensei.
All of your classmates in 1-A are confused and a little scared, iida and izuku horrified by your sudden change in mood.
But you can't help but be absolutely infuriated as this bastard prances around in front of you like you're not even here! It's so frustrating and within barely half a minute you're absolutely fumin, red in the face and eyes narrowed in a glare that could pierce iron.
"You... You asshole! Absolute dickmuncher- you can suck my dick you fuckin' tide-pod looking ass, donkey feet lookin' ass, white crocs wearing, big-toe sucking, 'let it go' looking ass fuckface! DIE!"
In a blind rage, you throw every last insult you have at his face, along with a barrage of boulders made from the fighting ring you're supposed to be actually fighting on instead of using it for ammo.
Kirishima, Mina and Denki have just choked on their snorts and died together, meanwhile Izuku, Iida hide their faces in embarrassment and disappointment. Bakugou, however, has hearts in his eyes and a light blush on his face when he hears the string of curses and the powerful barrage of earth and rock, courtesy of your quirk, which had stunned the poor boy and allowed enough time for you to make a wild dash towards Todoroki and knock him out cold before he regain his bearings.
All you saw was red suring that fight so you may have gone a little overboard but the littlw shit deserved it. How dare he inconvenience you like that. The nerve.
Todoroki lays knocked out in a crumpled heap on the floor while you stand over him, panting and glaring at him while sweat drips down your face from all the running you had to do to avoid his attacks.
Katsuki watches in a daze as you win the match against that asshole, getting up clumsily to follow you when you stumble and limp away with a sour expression.
He might be in love.
You just kicked IcyHot's ass in a way that was so raw and full of power just like he wanted to, and the explosions of dirt and sand and wind when your boulders crashed into Shouto's ice attracted his eyes and attention much like the violence in your combat style.
When he finally reached you and saw you limping up ahead of him he called out to you awkwardly, still being his usual tsundere self when he speaks.
"Hey!- uh-... i-... fuckin'... -you were good out there. Against that asshole IcyHot... he deserved the shit you knocked out of him..."
You look back in confusion at the sound of Bakugou's voice, wondering if mayne he was talking to someone else until he locks eyes with you, a faint blush at his cheeks. You couldnt control the way your stomach swirled and yoir chest felt constricted, Katsuki just came to fucking complement you. What the hell? Is this a dream?? Fuck yeah.
You smile up at him, laughing and aggreeing until you stagger a little, falling to your knees. The blonde clicks his tongue at you as you fall, hooking your arm around his shoulders and helping you walk ehile you wonder if this might be the beginning of a budding relationship, Katsukis mind wandering to the realisation that he's holding you and blushing a deep red.
"Tch. Come on, dumbass. Time to see recovery girl."
Ta daa! I hope this was long enough and was along the lines of what you wanted! Thank you sm for the request i thought it was really fun to write- especially when i just got to roast poor todoroki like sunday dinner 😭😭
politely requesting some bakugou confort. had a very tiring few days and just wanna snuggle into him lol
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im sorry to hear about that and im glad my writing might make you feel better!
i have a good 20-something requests in my inbox right now but since this seems like more of an emergency request it took priority, i hope it lives up to your expectations <3
also i wrote this while listening to the song el muchacho de los ojos tristes and it was very nice
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Bakugou x Reader - Comfort
It's been a while since you've had a week as stressful as this. You've been going on mission after mission and with all of the school testing that's going on at the moment it's starting to wear you down a little, future pro-hero or not.
You're basically running on fumes at this point and the stress your family is putting you through is keeping you awake at night. Life should not get this hard.
It feels like with every step towards improvement you make is met with resistance from fate. Just this week alone you've been hit by a car, bodyslammed by Koda and Iida, given a concussion, broken an arm, and suffered a humiliating loss against Todoroki in your final assessment. You were too weak and tired to even hope to stand a chance.
As you slam the door to your dorm you shrug your bag off and drop it carelessly on the floor. Normally you would be absolutely livid at the moment, but you were crushed. Your greatest chance of success was torn from your fingertips at the very last minute. By that fucking daddy's money, born-with-power brat. How poetic.
You can't help but be a little bitter. It's always the strongest people in your class that are the first to say things like "success comes from hard work" and then proceed to show off the power that they'd inherited. You actually had to work hard to keep your quirk under control, and it was painful.
You just feel so defeated, and it's no wonder that you're tired as you collapse onto the bed and immediately pass out the second your head hits the pillow. You hadn't even had the energy to get out of your school uniform.
Katsuki had been looking for you ever since your assessment had ended, but there was no trace of you anywhere and he curses under his breath at the inconvenience.
"fuckin' dumbass... just go an' disappear on me, huh?!"
You had rushed off before you had gotten the news that you had passed the test. You may have lost the battle, but you'd obviously performed well enough to scoop up a passing grade.
The ragged blonde boy huffs and balls up his fist, his signature glare-and-frown combination hiding his worry for you. You looked absolutely gutted at your defeat.
He figures that if you're not here then you're probably in your room, but when he finally makes it there and knocks on the door only to be met with silence, an irk mark appears on his head. Pale knuckles wrap around the doorknob and twist as he goes to make sure that you're not just ignoring him, annoyance evident on his face now, but the sight of you curled up in your uniform, knocked out and breathing evenly has him blushing slightly.
There's a pink tinge to his ears as he comes closer, shutting the door behind him and letting the room be shrouded in a blanket of darkness. You must be absolutely exhausted.
He sighs softly as his expression softens into something more rare, akin to sympathy. Pastel pink sheets shift as the bed dips under the pressure of his body coming up behind yours to embrace you, and strong, toned arms wrap around your waist as he tucks his face into your hair.
You wake up an hour or two later, tired and hurting, but also confused as hell because why is Katsuki in your bed with you? You're no stranger to cuddling, but it usually takes some convincing on his part to actually agree to do it with you. He must've seen how distraught you were after your failure. What a sweetheart.
His soft snores emnate from behind you, his face hidden away in the crook of your neck, covered by your hair as his arms tighten around your waist at the disturbance of you waking up. He must've fallen asleep then.
You feel a sudden weight in your heart, like someone had just strapped one of Katsuki's training weights to it, and suddenly your cheeks are wet with tears at the realisation that despite how low you might fall, or how badly you might fail, you'll always have him to back you up. This boy is your whole support system, your rock. And without him, you may just get carried away.
He's always been there for you, giving you advice and support, and smacking you with a reality check whenever you need it. So when you roll over and cuddle into his chest, burying your face into firm muscle and waking him up in the process, he's there again, raising a hand to the back of your head and letting you cry. His fingers gently massage your scalp and it helps to ease the pounding headache that comes with crying so much.
A frown is etched onto the boy's face as you weep, knowing how tired and drained you are, and well aware of how hard you've been working yourself - so much so that you've brought yourself to an emotional meltdown.
"... You need to stop pushing yourself so damn hard, idiot... Give your body and mind a break, you're not invincible."
That's all he says, and his voice is low and scratchy with sleep as he pets you and pulls you in closer, his eyes barely open a crack. You know he's right, and he knows you needed to hear that. The silence in the room is deafening after he says that, only filled with the occasional sniffle from you while you nod your head shakily in agreement. You're exhausted by now, having really tired yourself out and falling asleep in your boyfriend's cuddle for another couple of hours, sleeping the best you've slept all week.
He doesn't even get the chance to tell you that you passed, and that everything is gonna be fine, but he shrugs and just lets you rest, deciding that it can wait until you've taken care of yourself.
Bakugou sitting on our lap snuggling his face on our neck while we’re reading or doing homework
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Bakugou x GN!Reader - Down, Boy.
The only sound in the room is the scratching of your pencil against paper as you do your maths homework, your eyes trailing over the paper as your other hand comes up to scatch at your boyfriends' scalp, who's currently sitting in your lap like a lazy cat.
His legs are spread around your waist and his chest is pressed up against yours while he breathes evenly, presumably sleeping.
He's had an absolutely miserable day with little to no sleep and the poor thing's been grouchy all day.
Well, more grouchy than usual at least.
When the two of you had gotten back to your room to retreat for the evening, Katsuki had finally let himself cave. Red eyes were filled with weariness and exhaustion as you grab the back of his head without even needing to look at him, guiding his head to rest against your neck, his forehead resting against your collarbone.
A loud and raspy groan echoes throughout your bedroom while you stroke the back of his neck with your thumb in slow, circular motions, focusing your attention on the soft little baby hairs there. You guided him towards your desk, wanting beyond anything to cuddle with him in bed, but knowing that he wouldn't let you. You still have homework to do after all...
So the solution? He'll have to sit in your lap, then. He brought this on himself.
And that brings you to where you are now, with your lover in your lap and your focus on your work. The gruff blonde had tried to stuggle at first as you gestured to your lap when you sat down, but your quick and authoritative "sit, boy..." left no room for argument and he quickly stepped over you to get comfortable in the position you had him in now.
His chin now rests on your shoulder and he snores softly in the warmth of your arms, the great Katsuki Bakugou snuggling you like you're an oversized teddybear. How adorable is that?
He shuffles in your lap as he naps, your hand moving along to write down the answers to your homework questions, and as he moves his head nuzzles further into your neck and spiky, ash blonde hair tickles your ear, eliciting a soft chuckle from you that has your chest vibrating against his. You could definately get used to this.
can u a bakugo fic where the reader has siren powers like a sonic scream I hc him as partly deaf and she screams and it makes him go fully deaf and there already dating right and he's having a panic attack abt but she knows asl so she comforts him and feels so bad
i'll do my very best :)
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Bakugou x Fem!Reader - Siren
He had never told you.
The air in the training area is thick with tension as you look at what you've done, absolutely destroyed with guilt and heartache at the pain you've put your boyfriend through.
It had all started when you and Katsuki, your boyfriend, had been paired up to train together. Fair enough, just another normal day at UA. That is until you get a little frustrated at your lack of skill in comparison to the bull-headed blonde. He was just destroying everything, bits of rubble flying in every direction as he aims another blast at you, almost setting it off before you swiftly kick his arm out with what seems like the strength of ten men.
With another kick to the chest he's flying backwards, and you square your stance like a wild animal, opening your mouth and unleashing the most piercing, wailing, high-pitched frequency that travels so far and fast that the soundwaves are almost visible in the air.
And it's all thanks your quirk.
The 'Siren' quirk is supposed to make you a wolf in sheeps clothing, attracting prey with a pretty face and irresistible charm, and ensnaring them with a banshee shriek and legs strong enough to make a brick wall crumble in a single kick.
There are a few drawbacks, however. Everyone is vulnerable to your quirk except for women. They dont answet to your cry or your charm.
Another drawback being the, albeit temporary, damage done to yours and others' ears. This is where you start to get a little careless.
You didn't know, okay? Katsuki had never told you about his sensitive hearing for some reason, and as you recover from the ringing in your ears you spot your boyfriend sitting on the floor a few feet away, his head in his hands as he presumably covers his ears. Everyone's staring now, and Aizawa Sensei is quick to get recovery girl to undo the damage that's been done.
While the teachers work to quickly and efficiently help your boyfriend you can't help but to stand there, frozen in shock and desperately hoping that maybe you'll just open your eyes and wake up from this nightmare.
But you don't, and when you realise that this is real, and that somehow you must've really hurt Katsuki, you quickly make your way to him on shaking, unsteady legs, holding back your own tears while you focus on what's more important. Your boyfriend, whom you've just deafened with your stupid quirk.
"Katsuki! Katsuki-... Oh my god, are you okay?! Can you hear me?"
The realisation dawns on you that he can't hear you at all, and is only alerted of your presence by the gentle hand you set on his back. He's seconds away from slapping your hand off of him, when he realises it's you and calms down a little.
You've never seen him looking this frightened before. His bright red eyes stare up into your like a kicked puppy, his body shaking as he whimpers and looks around frantically, his eyes gone glossy with tears that he refuses to shed.
You collect your thoughts as you try to catch a confused and disoriented Katsuki's attention, signing to him once his eyes are on you. He was the one who taught you sign, and maybe you should've realised sooner what he was trying to tell you by doing that...
'I hurt your ears, i'm so sorry. But Recovery Girl is on the way. You'll be fine.'
Your hope that the ASL would've made him feel better only shattered along with your heart as he clings to your shirt with one hand and lays the other on the ground to steady himself while he hyperventilates loudly.
Katsuki is having a panic attack. And it's all because you fucked up. You just wish you could go back in time and fix things.
You need to stop getting distracted. You rub Katsuki's back and comfort him as best as you can, shooing away your curious and worried classmates and letting Katsuki bury his head into your lap and cry in privacy. He's so strong... and you're falling apart.
After a feew minutes of Katsuki's panickin, the school nurse comes quickly to his aid, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and saying that he'll need to come to her office when he's well rested to do a hearing test. The blonde doesn't catch this, as he's fallen asleep in your lap, but you make sure to plan a visit after you help Katsuki back to his room. taking it upon yourself to fix your mistake and pay the price for your carelessness.
Reblogging this so ppl actually see it this time 😭
Bakugou sitting on our lap snuggling his face on our neck while we’re reading or doing homework
-🪆(expect a lot from me sorry lmaooo) x
your requests are always welcome <3
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Bakugou x GN!Reader - Down, Boy.
The only sound in the room is the scratching of your pencil against paper as you do your maths homework, your eyes trailing over the paper as your other hand comes up to scatch at your boyfriends' scalp, who's currently sitting in your lap like a lazy cat.
His legs are spread around your waist and his chest is pressed up against yours while he breathes evenly, presumably sleeping.
He's had an absolutely miserable day with little to no sleep and the poor thing's been grouchy all day.
Well, more grouchy than usual at least.
When the two of you had gotten back to your room to retreat for the evening, Katsuki had finally let himself cave. Red eyes were filled with weariness and exhaustion as you grab the back of his head without even needing to look at him, guiding his head to rest against your neck, his forehead resting against your collarbone.
A loud and raspy groan echoes throughout your bedroom while you stroke the back of his neck with your thumb in slow, circular motions, focusing your attention on the soft little baby hairs there. You guided him towards your desk, wanting beyond anything to cuddle with him in bed, but knowing that he wouldn't let you. You still have homework to do after all...
So the solution? He'll have to sit in your lap, then. He brought this on himself.
And that brings you to where you are now, with your lover in your lap and your focus on your work. The gruff blonde had tried to stuggle at first as you gestured to your lap when you sat down, but your quick and authoritative "sit, boy..." left no room for argument and he quickly stepped over you to get comfortable in the position you had him in now.
His chin now rests on your shoulder and he snores softly in the warmth of your arms, the great Katsuki Bakugou snuggling you like you're an oversized teddybear. How adorable is that?
He shuffles in your lap as he naps, your hand moving along to write down the answers to your homework questions, and as he moves his head nuzzles further into your neck and spiky, ash blonde hair tickles your ear, eliciting a soft chuckle from you that has your chest vibrating against his. You could definately get used to this.
can u a bakugo fic where the reader has siren powers like a sonic scream I hc him as partly deaf and she screams and it makes him go fully deaf and there already dating right and he's having a panic attack abt but she knows asl so she comforts him and feels so bad
i'll do my very best :)
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Bakugou x Fem!Reader - Siren
He had never told you.
The air in the training area is thick with tension as you look at what you've done, absolutely destroyed with guilt and heartache at the pain you've put your boyfriend through.
It had all started when you and Katsuki, your boyfriend, had been paired up to train together. Fair enough, just another normal day at UA. That is until you get a little frustrated at your lack of skill in comparison to the bull-headed blonde. He was just destroying everything, bits of rubble flying in every direction as he aims another blast at you, almost setting it off before you swiftly kick his arm out with what seems like the strength of ten men.
With another kick to the chest he's flying backwards, and you square your stance like a wild animal, opening your mouth and unleashing the most piercing, wailing, high-pitched frequency that travels so far and fast that the soundwaves are almost visible in the air.
And it's all thanks your quirk.
The 'Siren' quirk is supposed to make you a wolf in sheeps clothing, attracting prey with a pretty face and irresistible charm, and ensnaring them with a banshee shriek and legs strong enough to make a brick wall crumble in a single kick.
There are a few drawbacks, however. Everyone is vulnerable to your quirk except for women. They dont answet to your cry or your charm.
Another drawback being the, albeit temporary, damage done to yours and others' ears. This is where you start to get a little careless.
You didn't know, okay? Katsuki had never told you about his sensitive hearing for some reason, and as you recover from the ringing in your ears you spot your boyfriend sitting on the floor a few feet away, his head in his hands as he presumably covers his ears. Everyone's staring now, and Aizawa Sensei is quick to get recovery girl to undo the damage that's been done.
While the teachers work to quickly and efficiently help your boyfriend you can't help but to stand there, frozen in shock and desperately hoping that maybe you'll just open your eyes and wake up from this nightmare.
But you don't, and when you realise that this is real, and that somehow you must've really hurt Katsuki, you quickly make your way to him on shaking, unsteady legs, holding back your own tears while you focus on what's more important. Your boyfriend, whom you've just deafened with your stupid quirk.
"Katsuki! Katsuki-... Oh my god, are you okay?! Can you hear me?"
The realisation dawns on you that he can't hear you at all, and is only alerted of your presence by the gentle hand you set on his back. He's seconds away from slapping your hand off of him, when he realises it's you and calms down a little.
You've never seen him looking this frightened before. His bright red eyes stare up into your like a kicked puppy, his body shaking as he whimpers and looks around frantically, his eyes gone glossy with tears that he refuses to shed.
You collect your thoughts as you try to catch a confused and disoriented Katsuki's attention, signing to him once his eyes are on you. He was the one who taught you sign, and maybe you should've realised sooner what he was trying to tell you by doing that...
'I hurt your ears, i'm so sorry. But Recovery Girl is on the way. You'll be fine.'
Your hope that the ASL would've made him feel better only shattered along with your heart as he clings to your shirt with one hand and lays the other on the ground to steady himself while he hyperventilates loudly.
Katsuki is having a panic attack. And it's all because you fucked up. You just wish you could go back in time and fix things.
You need to stop getting distracted. You rub Katsuki's back and comfort him as best as you can, shooing away your curious and worried classmates and letting Katsuki bury his head into your lap and cry in privacy. He's so strong... and you're falling apart.
After a feew minutes of Katsuki's panickin, the school nurse comes quickly to his aid, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and saying that he'll need to come to her office when he's well rested to do a hearing test. The blonde doesn't catch this, as he's fallen asleep in your lap, but you make sure to plan a visit after you help Katsuki back to his room. taking it upon yourself to fix your mistake and pay the price for your carelessness.
[4:56 pm]
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
Immediately, your eyes bug out at the sound of your husband coming home and bursting through the door. Your hands that had been playing with the teddy bear on the bed stills, and you freeze for a moment.
Your daughter, Kamiko, also now having been surprised at the noise, looks up at you to gauge your reaction and dictate how she should feel, eyes like Katsuki’s blinking up at you. You gnaw your lip as there’s another yell, one of your name, and you’re quick to look at your daughter and hold a finger to your lips to keep her quiet, though giggling softly to ease her. She giggles back, and you shush her softly.
“YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!”
Okay. Maybe spending an unspeakable amount on pastries was fair to make him rage. But in your defense, you never get to go into that bakery!
Katsuki knows the absolute fortune you tend to shell out for their pastries, and he tries his damn hardest to keep you out of there. He knows they’re good, but he tells you that ‘that’s not the point.’
So, naturally, when he went to work and you and Kamiko made your way to run errands, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon rolls were just too enticing to ignore. You’d made your way into the quiet bakery and grabbed things that would surely be appreciated by Katsuki.
Apparently, however, he saw the damage on his credit card before your kindness can show.
Whups.
You’re quick to lay down on your side- back facing the door and body curled around Kamiko- still holding a finger to your lips, and when she gives you a nod of understanding, you close your eyes just in time for angry feet to storm down the hallway to your room. You hear the door fly open, and you can feel the crimson eyes of your husband boring into the back of your skull.
“I’m going to absolutely destroy you-“
“Dadda,” your two year old whispers, and you hear her ease out a soft ‘shhhh.’ “Mumma sleepin’.”
“Is she?” He snarls, unconvinced. “And she let you stay awake? Just because?”
“Was sleepin’ too, dadda. Woke me up…”
Where she learned to be such a good liar, you’ll never know.
You hear Katsuki let out an impatient exhale through his nose, clearly weighing his options as your breathing continues its rhythmic pace, mimicking sleep. Kamiko’s tiny hand pats your cheek affectionately. “Dadda, shhhh…”
Katsuki sighs dramatically, and you are surprised to feel the soft peck against your temple, massive, calloused hand smoothing down your back. “We will discuss this later,” he snarls in your ear. “Get some rest, Kami. I’m gonna start dinner, okay?”
“Okay dadda!” She chirps, and when you hear his feet pad away and the door close, your eyes fly open and a smile spreads wide over your face.
“You’re such a little troublemaker!” You growl playfully, taking the little girl into your arms and kissing her all over. She squeals at your affections and gently shoves your face away. “Ohhh just like your mommy! And your uncle Denki! He’s gonna be so-“
“I KNEW YOU WERENT ASLEEP!”
The door slams back open, and a disgruntled Katsuki immediately flies back in, gathering you and Kamiko in each arm. You two shriek, but the smiles on your face absolutely plastered, unbudging from your faces as he manhandles you- Kamiko, with a raspberry on her cheek back onto the bed, and you, over his shoulder mercilessly.
“YOU SPENT ¥13000 IN THAT STUPID BAKERY?! AND YOU GOT OUR DAUGHTER TO LIE TO ME?!” He’s trying as hard as he can to keep the smirk off his face, though you hear it breaking through in his shouts.
Your fists bang against his back, nails digging in, but he’s unrelenting, and you whine out when he makes a fake move to drop you. “I-I wanted coffee cake!” You titter, screwing your eyes shut. “Kami! Help me!”
“Go, dadda!”
“WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!” You bark in betrayal.
“The winning side,” he snickers, turning on his feet to carry you out of the room. “If you help me punish mumma, I won’t punish you so bad, Kami.”
“Yeah!”
“NO!”
Was it worth having one of the cupcakes getting smushed into your face? Not really (though him kissing you through the frosting was definitely worth something!)
Was it worth the memory you’d only added to the vault as a family?
God, yes.
Katsuki Bakugou x reader
Category: angst, fluff
Warnings: cursing
A.N This was originally supposed to be done much sooner, but i'm just lazy like that, so here u go. Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this so fast!! 🥰🥰
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You tried to look away from the mirror, from your reflection that reminded you of everything that was going to happen just a moment later.
You focused on the wallpaper - blue hues were painted into the shape of waves that looked as if they crashed here, forever trapped in one moment. You couldn't help but feel the same, trapped in a moment that you couldn't escape.
You took in the view of the creaky old floor with an expensive yet tattered pattern of golden flowers. Your eyes drank in the view of small rays of sunshine that seem to bounce from one place to another.
As much as you wanted to avoid it, your body seemed to betray you as you turned to fully face your reflection. You looked flawless. Although it was a true irony as it was the most miserable day of your life. A most miserable day yet, probably.
The strapless white dress was made from the softest of materials, it reached the floor and resembled dove wings while hugging your figure perfectly. A corset was adjusted to make your waist look impossibly thin but it only made your burning lungs even harder to fill with air.
Lifting your head up, you put two fingers on your tear ducts to try contain tears from spilling and ruining your too flawlessly done makeup.
You didn't want this. Any of this. You didn't ask to be born with a powerful quirk. You didn't ask to marry a man with quirk that was deemed 'compactable' with yours to make perfect, hero worthy babies when combined.
All you ever wanted was to finish U.A with the best grades and then become a hero. To save people, to help those in trouble and to always be an inspiration for heroes yet to be.
You blinked. Then blinked a few more times. Sorrow clouded your mind, making you relive your happiest memories on replay again and again, as if your mind wanted to torment you - to put 'that's what you're losing' right in your fucking face.
You reminisced about your first meeting with a certain blonde-haired boy. You recalled your first date, looked back on the first kiss and awkward first sex. Your searches for an affordable apartment for starting heroes like you two and your late night talks. Everything. Everything was bright and clear in your mind.
You hated them. You hated them for forcing you into this. You were powerful, hell, they wouldn't of been able to make you comply. That's what you thought at first but... when they threatened to hurt Katsuki, everything was done.
All the stubborness, all the mean things you had to say and an offer to shove that proposal up his ass was erased as if it never even crossed your mind.
You could marry a man you didn't love. You could learn to live with the constant dolor of letting go your dreams and your career that had just started. You were fine with leaving your old life behind as long as... as long as he was safe. You loved him so much it hurt sometimes. You loved him so much that you could give up everything for him.
It didn't matter. Not anymore at least. You couldn't change your mind right now. Not when there were only five minutes left until the ceremony started. Five minutes until you stepped out there all dolled up with a fake smile as his companion, waving and smiling to all these people that thought you truly loved the man you were marrying.
Your dress was like dove wings... Ironic how doves are meant to be free, free to go wherever they want. Yet here you were about to be trapped by a fancy ring on your finger and your own words 'I do'.
You counted the minutes. Your heart thumping harder with every tick of the clock, almost as if it was threatening to burst through your ribcage.
When there were only two minutes left and you were struggling to calm yourself, you heard a silent knock on the door.
At first, you thought the knock came from the front door of the room. It could’ve been someone already inviting you to go, but no. It was at the emergency escape door.
You couldn’t even get to the door, almost tripping on your shitty fancy dress on the way when the door burst open and hit the wall.
There he was as real as in your memories - blond hair messy refusing to stay in any other style, his signature skull shirt and black sweats on, stance intimidating, his whole body tense and ruby red eyes radiating nothing else but pure fury. Bakugou fucking Katsuki.
Seeing him made you question your eye sight or even more, sanity.
"Katsuki-" you managed to blurt out, feeling light-headed.
"We're leaving, get out of the stupid dress." he commanded, not explaining anything further, just tossing you a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Your sweats and hoodie.
"What-? Katsu, we can't just do that, I-"
He snickered, looking at the clock then looking back at you.
"You think I'm just going to let you give your life to some shitty extra with a powerful quirk, just because he and your parents want to?" he asked, arms that were in his pockets beginning to shake, his muscular arms tensed. "Over my dead fucking body, and I'm really hard to kill, princess." he managed to make something similar to a smile. "Now hurry, we don't want to cause a scene." With every word of his, you were more and more stunned.
"But... but they're going to hurt you if I don't do this! I would kill myself if anything happened to you because of me!" you said, clenching your clothes to your chest as you tried to keep your tears at bay.
"Deku will become the number 1 hero before they hurt me, babe."
You wanted to believe him. Oh god how you wanted to believe him.
Damn, what made you think he could be defeated at the first place? Who made you so sure that you could just give your life to someone you hated? Not for who they were, but for simply taking the right to make your own decision away from you.
Katsuki's look was quite unreadable. A mix of anger, re-assurance and confidence.
He raised his much bigger hand, taking your own into his to brush your hand lovingly with his thumb.
At that moment, you got all the confidence you wanted. He was your future. He was the one you loved the most and Bakugou was the one that made you braver. The one who made you say,
"Fuck it... Let's go."
His eyes lit up, a cocky smile finding its way to his face as if he knew that this would be your final choice from the start.
You turned, asking him to unzip the shitty, fancy dress but the feeling of his hand on your back almost made you break into sweat. This was wrong.
This was dangerous. You stripped out of the dress, the smooth, expensive material falling to the ground as if was a useless piece of fabric made for cleaning the floor. It felt satisfying as if you had nothing to worry about anymore. As if it was the only burden that kept you from running away from your own wedding.
You sighed, your mind running so wildly in your head almost making it hurt. You knew that this was gonna end up badly but here you were, letting him untie the ribbons of the corset and finally being able to take full breaths while watching him throw it to the other side of the small dressing room.
"These fucking assholes really just made you wear that fucking shit? It looks like it could crush your fucking ribs." he commented, frowning.
Your heart fluttered in your chest, a slight sigh of relief escaping your lips knowing that the corset didn’t make you any more attractive to Bakugou.
You slipped on your sweats before Bakugou made you turn to him, looking you up and down, making your face flush red since you were standing just in your sweats and lacy white bra.
"So you put this fancy shit bra on just for that asshole?" he asked, hues of hurt and jealousy painting his voice a different color than what you were used to. “Were you planning to have sex with him?” he asked, tone as casual as if he was asking what was for dinner tonight. Still, the way his teeth were subtlety clenched made what he was feeling clear.
"Ah, I-"
Warm arms circled around your body, pulling you close against his heaving chest as you could feel the slight tremble of his embrace but didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to make him feel worse than he already felt.
You closed your eyes, wanting to stay like that. Not bothering about the time.
Katsuki littered your jawline with unusually soft kisses, tracing shapes onto the small of your back in calming motions.
His lips trailed down your neck, soft and loving pecks turned into a passion that would definitely leave a mark. You tilted your head back, giving Katsuki better access as you softly caress his hair, tugging it caused him to groan.
When he was so close you could smell the lingering smell of caramel filling all your senses, making him feel so real.
Your breaths were sharp and short and suddenly he bit down, making you gasp but he swallowed all your protests by putting his lips on yours with teeth softly biting your bottom lip, demanding entrance.
You immediately parted your lips, letting his tongue explore your mouth to fill it with the lingering taste of sweet rum he must’ve drank earlier, making your head dizzy.
His hands explored your waist, one going up to caress your clothed breast.
You buried your fingers deeper in his surprisingly soft hair, tugging it, making the kiss even deeper as your tongues were fighting for dominance. Neither of the two wanted to give each other the satisfaction of winning.
The need to breathe was pushed to the back of your mind, afraid that if you let go, everything you had at this moment will shatter. A lingering feeling of irrational fear made you afraid to open your eyes.
Finally, you two parted with string of saliva that connected your lips still it broke. You could almost hear him murmur a quiet ‘i love you’ in his usual gruff voice.
The dream you so desperately held on, the one that felt so real it made your heart throb, was broken by a loud ‘you may now kiss the bride’ from the priest. You could only catch the heartbroken gaze and bittersweet smile of Katsuki as you were kissed by a man you hated and the crowd broke into cheers.
You had the first dance, thanked all the people for congratulating you and cut the cake as you tried to look at your new husband as lovingly as possible. It was partly because of the look you had to keep up, but partly because you thought that if you imagined hard enough, you could almost pretend it was your Katsuki.
Soon you got tired of all the people and told your husband that you needed to get some fresh air.
It was already dark as you closed the door to the hall where the ceremony was held, escaping from everyone with only quieted down music that was the wouldn’t let you forget you about what was still happening inside.
The fact that there were no people out here made you feel lonely as you crept through the garden that was buried in the silent tones of some shitty pop song.
In distance you saw the small light of a lighter flicker and then the most handsome face, recognizable to the point it hurt, lit by a light of a cigarette.
With a few short strides you reached Bakugou. His expression was unreadable, top of his top unbuttoned and tie already untied.
“I thought you wouldn’t come.” you finally said, breaking the unbearable silence that lingered between you.
Katsuki let a line of smoke leave his mouth, looking you straight in the eyes,
“Yeah, I was surprised myself.”
Your gaze was turned downwards, almost in shame. You couldn’t look back into his ruby red eyes without a scorching red pain burning through every nerve of your body.
You didn’t say anything as you wrapped your hands around him, feeling him stiffen in your embrace. It almost made you jump back, your thoughts racing. Maybe he didn’t want to hug you. Maybe he didn’t want to even see you. Maybe-
That’s when he wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner, the smell of caramel with a hint of cigarette smoke taking you away. The feeling made yourself tear up.
Bakugou took a step back as soon as he felt your tears wet his shirt. You quickly tried to wipe every trace of them away, but he took the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping the butt and softly wiping your tears away with his thumb, his expression softening.
“Hey, hey, you okay?” his voice was so unusually soft it made you tear up all over again. You couldn’t answer his question. You were afraid that as soon as you spoke he would disappear all over again.
He softly took your face into his hands, his thumbs stroking the tear stained skin carefully.
“Y/N, please answer me.”
“Before he kissed me... before he kissed me I imagined you... we were kissing and you- you were so real and then-” you managed to whimper out before sobs rocked your whole body. Bakugou took you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around your body, one stroking the small of your back comfortingly. “You dissappeared. You said you’d run away with me and then- then you disappeared.”
Katsuki littered your skin with small kisses, making you wonder if the experience was real this time. It couldn’t be fake this time too, right? Everything felt far too real now, you could even hear the rhythmic sound of his heart thumping as he held you close.
“I’m real and I’m not going anywhere.” he assured, kissing the tip of your icy cold nose as you wrapped your trembling hands around his neck. “You said we wanted to run away in the dream you had, right?”
You managed to nod with the hot breaths of your lover tickling the skin of your neck.
“Well what if I told you that we can make that come true?”