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hey fren! could you pretty please do a bakugou x fem!reader scenerio where reader has an overprotective ass dad and he sees bakugou with his hand on her ass? if you wanna you headcannons thats aight too lmao

ofc!

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴠs. ᴅᴀᴅ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ

ᴀᴜ: ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“Cookout? What cookout?” He said in a relaxed position on y’all’s bed, spread eagle.

You put your bonnet on before slapping his feet off of your side, getting in the bed yourself.

“My parents are hosting the cookout this year. We’re having it at their place at 3 tomorrow.” You turned off the lamp sitting on your nightstand, but his stayed on.

“What’s a cookout . . . ?”

You nearly forgot. He’s never been to a cookout. This was the first one he was going to since y’all only been together for 9 months.

“It’s like a barbecue and a family reunion.”

He hummed in response, turning off his lamp. “What time we getting back home?”

“‘Round . . . 2 in the morning? Maybe later? I don’t really know. But it’s around that time.”

“Doesn’t it start at 3?!”

Tf she mean “around that time”? Bakugou thought.

“Yeah.”

“So just f-ck sleep, right?”

“Exactly.” You turned to him. “Don’t worry, we ain’t leaving the house till 4.”

“Ain’t you just said it starts at 3?”

“We not getting there at 3. I refuse to be ‘part of the set up crew.”

Bakugou chuckled, kissing you before you both fell asleep

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(Damn them sh-ts big as hell on here)

“Remember: yes ma’am and sir/no ma’am and sir, if you hear cousins and aunts talking, they ain’t finna actually do something, they just talk, um, what am I missing . . . ? Oh yeah—! Don’t provoke the itty bitty cousins.”

You were internally cursing yourself right now. You should’ve got dates and times before last night, so you could properly train him, instead of what your doing right now. Cramming.

Bakugou just nodded, looking through y’all’s closet for something nice to wear.

“Can you surprise me with an outfit?” You asked as you were doing your make up.

Like hell you were gonna let your cousins look better than you.

He pulled out a dress that barely covered anything, walking up behind you to slap your ass.

He’s an ass man.

“What you doing makeup for?” He looked in the mirror, seeing you focused.

“I ain’t letting my cousins and aunties look better than me. Got me f-cked all the way up— what’d you get me?” You looked behind you to see the dress he picked out.

Of course he’d pick that dress. He always picks that dress when you ask him to surprise you.

“Dumbass. They couldn’t look half as good as you if they tried.” He grabbed your ass, pulling you in to kiss him.

“Stop! I’m tryna do this!” You said, laughing while saying so.

He chuckled, laying the dress out on the bed before he decided to get dress himself.

“The hell this nappy ass wig doing on my dresser—“

“DON’T DO NOTHING TO IT, I’M FINNA WEAR IT!”

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You were sitting in the car, putting final touches on yourself before getting out.

Knocking on the door, one of your grandmas answered.

“Hey, baby!” She said in a course voice, slowly chugging her way to hug you, rocking you back and forth. “Look at you wearing grown folk clothes.”

“Hey grandma.” You chuckled, letting go. “This my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Ohh, you look like one of those pro-heroes. All Mights?”

The blonde hair reminded her of him.

He smiled. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice meeting you, too. Well— well, come in. Your mama’s out back, baby.” She said to you before letting you both out.

Out there were your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, some family friends. Everything like you expected.

You introduced Bakugou to everyone one by one. They kept saying how he was that one pro hero in the top 3 of Japan. Especially the itty bitty children who wanted to be a hero too.

They were 🤏🏾 this close to stealing him away from you.

He looked like he was enjoying himself, thankfully.

Well, at least trying to be before you and your favorite cousin reunited.

“AAAAAH! MISS GURL!”

“AAAAAAH!”

Y’all were screaming y’all heads off, laughing loud as hell, talking loud as hell.

“So you think you grown now that you got a pro-hero boyfriend, huh?”

Playing loud as hell.

Y’all were just loud in general.

You heard faint talking about how you were dressed when your cousin was tryna show you something.

Really think she doing something, huh?

Wearing that tiny thing to impress her friend.

It ain’t working.

Thank god your cousin was here, cause she heard the petty aunts and cousins talking, too.

She reassured you, like every year, that you looked perfectly fine. They mad cause they wanna be you. It was painfully clear.

They talked about you every cookout, even if you weren’t in seeing or hearing radius. You lived in their head rent free.

How’s it feel? 😏

Anyways, your dad and uncles were talking to Bakugou about grilling, even letting him flip a patty or two.

Must really like him if he let him flip a patty.

Your cousin went to the bathroom, so you walked over to Bakugou, seeing how he was doing.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey.” He put an arm around your waist, setting his hand on your ass.

“To be honest, I don’t really like it medium well, I prefer my steak to be well, y’know? I like the sort of, charred taste, if you know—“ Your dad was talking before the sight of Bakugou’s hand on your ass cut him off. “What’re you doing there, son.”

Son would’ve been a compliment, if he hadn’t said it in the tone of voice he was using right now.

“What . . Nothing? What are you talking about old man?!”

Holy f-ck. Your boyfriend really didn’t wanna see tomorrow.

“Move your hand.”

You groaned. “We just gonna forget that I’m a whole adult?”

“Like how we forgot that little ass dress you’re wearing? Sure, if you want.” Your dad slapped Bakugou’s forearm with the hot spatula. “Hands off her.”

“He’s my whole boyfriend—“

“And this is my whole house.”

Your mom was watching from afar and sighed, finally making her way over.

“Katsuki, baby, you and U/n (uncle name) can keep cooking. I need to just talk to Y/n’s dad for a second.” She pulled him away.

You sighed in annoyance, holding Katsuki’s hand. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Tch, it’s whatever. Sorry, U/n, I need to use the restroom.” He gave the tongs to your uncle before going to the restroom.

“Cool man, all good.” The uncle took it and started picking the ready to go meats off, putting them in a glass tray.

Your cousin walked past, looking at you both in confusion. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you on FaceTime when I get home.” You sighed.

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“Damn,” Bakugou said to himself, devoring the food. “This is really good, Ms. L/n.”

“Glad you like it, baby.” Your mom smiled as your grandma nodded, gesturing a ‘thank you’.

“Eating like you ain’t had a good meal in months. Baby, what you feeding him?” Your grandma joked.

“Katsuki.” Your dad said abruptly, scaring everyone a little. “Thank you for caring for my daughter. And keep your raggedy hands off her.” The last sentence, it was clear he was joking cause he was smiling.

Bakugou smiled too, which made you relieved. “Yes sir.”

“Katsuki!” Some kids from their own little dinner table came over to your boyfriend. “Can we see your quirk?”

“He’s tryna eat—“ you tried reasoning but he was okay with it.

He showed off a tiny explosion from his hand.

Their little eyes lit up, telling him all about how they wanted to be a hero, too.

Surprisingly, he was good with them. Better than when y’all were in high school.

The rest of the time being, y’all had fun. Dancing, just talking, more eating cause let’s be honest, we know Bakugou couldn’t let that food go.

ɪғ ᴛʜɪs sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ!

messy handwriting

summary: it’s as you share a soft, fatigue-ridden look with your boyfriend, tag-teaming cheating on an assignment you put off for an entire month 5 hours before it’s due that you realize you have all the time in the world.

word count: 0.9 k

pairing(s): shinsou hitoshi x reader

genre | includes: drabble, fluff, sfw, established relationship, gender neutral reader, poc friendly reader, lots of swearing (im not sorry), barely proof-read, kind of rushed/bad writing

author’s note: i’m not going to say this was based off of a similar situation i found myself in 4 days ago, but that’s exactly what i’m saying (it’s not that bad, i started a week before school resumes, not the night before). the passage at the beginning is actually an excerpt from the book i had to read. it’s called the landscape of history by john lewis gaddis. its really dense, but a really interesting read! anyway, enjoy! let me know your thoughts <3

“The advantage of science, John Ziman has pointed out, is that it provides “a consensus of rational opinion over the widest possible field.” To be sure, we can’t expect the methods of science to work with equal precision, or to command comparably broad assent, when it comes to the study of human affairs-”

“What the fuck does this mean? Maybe if I read it again? Or rewrite it in easier words?”

A consensus (a general agreement) of rational (logical) opinion over the widest possible field (a lot of stuff???)

“And you have the audacity to tell me my handwriting is shit,” a large cup full of something akin to ambrosia cut off your view of your, admittedly messily written, study notes. How you managed to look grateful and spiteful at the same time, Hitoshi will never know. He simply chuckled while ducking underneath the straw wrapper you’d flicked at his head.

“Give me a break, at least I have an excuse. I’m on a time-crunch, you just never try,” your exasperation punctuated by the aggressive stabbing of your straw into the coffee he brought you. Caffeine and fatigue use your eyelids as a battleground as you struggle to stay awake. A beat passes to let you gather your motivation and then your attention shifts back to the assigned reading you put off all summer. The reading you had to have a 3 paragraph summary and analysis written for by tomorrowㅡscratch thatㅡby today.

You know, you know. Summer vacation is long and you could have easily allotted a couple of minutes a day to make progress, but there was just so much to do! Sero, Ashido, Jirou, and Iida’s birthdays were all during break and you finally got a switch so you could play Animal Crossing and everyone has a year and a half’s worth of progress on you so you had to spend several hours a day caring for your island and you also had to go on dates with Hitoshi and rearrange your dorm room 3 times and… and do everything that wasn’t your summer homework.

So here you are, the night before the start of the fall semester, trying to save yourself from Aizawa-sensei’s wrath. You can do it! Just finish this chapter, then reread it to understand what it means, then outline the summary, then write it all out, then erase half of it because it isn’t good enough, and oh fuck you cannot do this.

A muffled scream clawed its way up your throat, threatening to wake the dorms. If only you could stop time.

“I told you to start earlier,” Hitoshi mumbled into your leg from his seat on the floor, chastising you softly. It wasn’t that you were a bad student, both of you knew that, you were just susceptible to distraction. Everyone was. You were just used to being bailed out and let that get the better of you this time. Everyone in the class was assigned different parts of the book, so you couldn’t copy. Aizawa made sure of it. If you start the semester with a bad grade, there’s no chance at redemption. Maybe the consequences for this would be a good wake up call.

“And I didn’t listen.”

“You didn’t listen.”

The room went silent save for the ticking of your Totoro clock counting down the seconds to your inevitable doom. You groan again and flip back to the beginning of your notes to see if you can bullshit enough to at least pass the assignment. Maybe someone with a time-stopping quirk will wander onto campus and give me enough time to-

“Hey! Give me my notebook back. I don’t have time for your teasing- what are you doing?” your protests die down as you watch your boyfriend scribble in the margins of your notebook. Some things were underlined, others crossed out. Arrows connected points across the page until your notes transformed into a spider web of words.

“You’ve already identified the main idea, you just didn’t realize it. Here are the supporting ideas. You don’t have to go into a ton of detail, it’s just a summary. You start writing, I’ll read the rest,” Hitoshi slides the notebook back to you in exchange for the book.

“You don’t have to. I don’t want you dealing with the backlash of my poor decisions,” you try to argue weaky. Hitoshi loves you so subtly. So quietly that you’d miss it if you weren’t looking for it. His love was selfless in a way that exceeded just his blatant lack of self-preservation. As blunt as he was, as much as he played the part of aloof and uninterested, Hitoshi was never not acting in your best interest.

“I don’t have to, but I want to, so I am. Now stop talking and start writing,” you scoff at the way he tries to brush off how much he cares, but start to type nonetheless.

“I can’t believe you tried to say shit about my penmanship when yours is literal ass. I just spent the last 10 seconds trying to tell if that was the kanji for flower or death,” you chide as the clock strikes 3 am.

“I think that has less to do with legibility and more with your illiteracy,” Hitoshi peeks up from the book to roll his eyes at you. You feign an offended gasp that dissolves into a small smile.

It’s as you share a soft, fatigue-ridden look with your boyfriend, tag-teaming cheating on an assignment you put off for an entire month 5 hours before it’s due that you realize you have all the time in the world.

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