everyone knew ground zero was one of the strongest heroes in the business, but little did they know how weak he really was for you.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content: a bit mature, but not nsfw. characters are aged up in this btw! also fluff because yes
forgot to put this the first time, but if you want to ~feel~ the imagine more, you can listen to taking me back by lany ((yes like the title)) !!
warnings: some strong language, very mildangst
A knock on your door startled your Saturday night Netflix binging. You set your popcorn on the table rather loudly, annoyed at whoever had the guts to interrupt the only free time you could get at 11PM. Your hand hurried to the doorknob to stop the vigorous knocking, and you were met by a tired-looking Ground Zero, looking big with his grenades and hero costume intact.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight. “Work got you again?”
“Let’s not talk about it,” was the only thing he muttered before you let him in, taking off his large weapons and placing them on the side of the door along with everything else that was bothersome to him. He was left in a black tank top and baggy jeans.
“You know, you need to come home sometimes,” you tell him, setting your hands on his sturdy biceps. “Your mom’s probably thinking you’re dead by now.”
His eyes closed in pleasure as your hands started to knead, hitting him in all the right places. “Please, the old woman’s enjoying the house to herself.”
“What about Masaru?” you asked, taking a better look at his attire. You had no idea he looked this good without the extravagant hero accessories on.
“Left for a business trip. I don’t know where.” He groaned, leaning into your other hand that raised to caress his cheek. “You’re seriously a martyr for taking me in after everything I’ve done to you.”
“Past is past, I suppose,” was all you could say.
Bakugou—or as you called him, Katsuki—was your ex-boyfriend. Unknown to others, and most of Class 1-A, since you decided that keeping it a secret would be best, given the constant danger your lives were put in. Any kind of secret that would reveal a rising hero’s weak spot can and will probably be used against them. And unfortunately, Bakugou’s weakness was you.
It ended when the both of you decided it wouldn’t work out with the way things started to change pace. He was completely set on becoming the best hero in Japan that he barely went home to your shared apartment. He found an agency that would take him in—much to his dismay, working with Half and Half Bastard under Endeavor’s Hero Agency.
You, however, had different plans. You were working to become a minor hero in your prefecture, as you didn’t want to be under the constant stress of fearing for your life at the top. Bakugou constantly tried to coax you out of that mindset, saying that he knew you could do way more, but you just weren’t having it. The lack of time and different outlooks caused a major fallout that eventually resulted in a mutual break-up.
However, despite moving out and getting rid of everything you shared, Bakugou always found his thoughts drifting back to you. He shrugged it off the first months, thinking it was part of the shitty moving on process. Until he couldn’t take it one fateful Thursday night and found himself crying on your doorstep, practically begging you to take him back.
It struck a heart string to see him like that. He never ever begged anyone for anything, and to hell with showing his emotions to people. The fact that he was completely sober, had the right state of mind to rethink his decisions, and still came back to you—it was too much. You, too, were having trouble with the moving on process, but nothing was going to be fixed with this set-up. If you took him back, you’d argue over the same things all over and over again.
So it ended up with you letting him sleep over, and making the pro hero promise to leave the next morning. A part of you still cared deeply for him, and didn’t want to see your Katsuki cry, staying in his embrace the entire night and having to fight back your own tears. As expected, the promise was broken, and he stayed over for another night, and another,—maybe just one more?—until coming back to you became an unspoken habit of his whenever he “needed support after all his missions”. You knew it was just because he missed you.
And you missed him, too, deeply.
“Do you mind if I…” he suddenly started, snapping you out of your thoughts as the both of you sat down on your couch.
“Go ahead. It doesn’t matter anymore,” you replied. Katsuki rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the sweet smell of your perfume.
A comfortable silence wrapped you both, only the television volume giving light to the ambiance that settled.
“You should shower,” you mentioned. He didn’t necessarily smell bad, you just wanted him to move away and stop your thoughts.
“Do I smell?” he asked, a genuine tone laced in his voice.
“No.” You couldn’t hold back the hand that made it to his spiky hair, patting gently. “I’m just worried you might be tired.”
“I think I’m good here,” Katsuki insisted, leaning further into you.
His left hand started to wonder places, landing on your right. His thumb rubbed mini circles on yours, matching the pace of his calm breathing. After a few more circles, his arm moved behind the small of your back, switching your positions quickly and letting you lean on his stern chest. You adjusted yourself to sit in between his lap, faces dangerouslyclose.
You could kiss him then and there, and you knew he wouldn’t be opposed to that.
Or would he?
You could test your hypothesis, but your brain was telling you otherwise. It was impractical to let your heart rule over you again. The way that he was coming back to you even though you were supposed to move on was dumb enough. A kiss would just cross the line.
You sighed in defeat.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you brushed off. But you knew he wasn’t going to let that slide.
“If I’m bothering you—“ he started, but you were quick to interrupt.
“No, you’re not, Katsuki.”
He lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “Then why do you look like that?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like you can’t wait for me to fucking leave.”
Apparently, your facial expression gave it away. It’s not that you wanted him to leave, though.
“I probably should,” he retorted, getting up from his seat. “None of us is going to move the fuck on with this, right?”
Bakugou rose and made his way to the door, carefully gathering his stuff. The sight made the pain in your heart worsen—every step was a dagger to your already tainted heart. He was hesitant, too, slowly moving as he took jagged breaths.
None of you was willing to break the awkward tension in the room, until you choked out the only words you could make out from the flurry in your head.
“What if I don’t want to move on?”
He turned around. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“I don’t want to fucking move on,” you repeated, harder and angrier this time. The lump in your throat seemed to let go of its grip when the tears came out, blurring your vision completely. “I don’t want to fucking lose you anymore.”
It seemed like you cried for an hour with how unexpectedly painful it felt. Not once in your solo crying sessions did you feel something quite like this, and seeing him make his way to the door was reliving it all over and over again.
You wanted to remind yourself why you hated him—why you hated that everything he did was a reason for you to love him even more.
You hated how he always managed to disrupt your thoughts without him even being there. You hated the way he used to tease you about the way you cooked, but held you safely in his arms as he taught you how to do it better. You hated the way he would talk to you in your sleep, sweet nothings that would never come out in broad daylight. You hated how he comforted you when you needed it most, telling you he’ll be your shield when the world’s out to get you. You hated the way he looked at you on dates, like you were the only woman on earth, and nothing and nobody else mattered. You hated how the two of you used to dance to the same Arctic Monkeys song on the radio, and pointed to every sappy love song that came on and told him it was your song. You hated that he stayed up with you on the nights you had to study, and took you to new midnight diners downtown if he decided you needed a break. You hated waking up next to his stupid face staring back at you, waiting for you to wake up so he could finally be with the love of his life.
But most of all, you hated how your heart still belonged to him after all this fuckingtime.
Warm hands made their way to the back of your head, pulling you closer and rubbing your back.
“I don’t want to fucking move on, too.”
You looked up at him. His face mirrored the same expression as yours, tears in his eyes and lips trembling as his crimson eyes found yours.
For once in his life, he was completely sure of taking a risk for something—no, someone—he was completely, head over heels weak for.
But if you were there, none of that mattered anymore.
“I still love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, leaning closer into him and feeling the warmth of his shaking body radiate onto you. “I don’t want you to slip out of my grasp anymore. I know you might not feel the same, but please—please—let me kiss you one last time before you go.”
Katsuki pulled you up, his arms resting steady on your back. “I’m not leaving, you idiot.”
Leaning in, his lips touched yours, and slowly, the sparks, the cliche sparks you once felt with your teenage love came back. He was still the same red-faced boy who accidentally cursed you as he confessed his attraction, stray flowers from UA’s grass fields in hand. In another held a tiny teddy bear that was wrapped in an orange box with a note attached in rather messy handwriting—I like you, dumbass.
“I was hoping you’d take the hint after all this time, but I still love you, idiot.” Katsuki moved your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears that kept coming down, not minding his own. “I’m not leaving you ever again. And I’m not letting some other extra take away what’s mine.”
“You’re such an asshole.” You laugh at your own teasing, and he does too. “We’ve got to do a thing about our problems, though.”
“About that,” he responded, a little smile forming on his face. “After shitting on myself for months on end, I realized how much of an asshole I was to you. You should never have to compromise your dreams just because of my shitty opinions. Be the hero you want to be, love. I’ll always support you if that meant your happiness.”
In shock at the Bakugou that was in front of you at that moment, you were at a loss for words. You hugged him with all your might. That was the only thing you wanted to do as you realized he finally changed, and was willing to make your relationship work the second time.
“Stop crying, dumbass! You’re going to make me cry, too,” Katsuki teased.
“Idiot, you’ve literally been crying for the past ten minutes. Let it slip for today.”
He chuckled. You rested into his embrace, feeling contentment fill up your heart.
note: hullo humans !! this was very self-indulgent and the result of my 1am brain rot™️ again. anyway,,, i’d like to thank u all for 300 notes on the past two imagines like whUT. u guys,,, i ams o Grateful nd i wanna cry and hug u all individually but i cnanot so pls have a virtual cookie each instead. i love u all
Pairing:Bakugo x Reader. Suitable for Males, Females, Non Binary, all of them :D Characters: Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Minoru Mineta, Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Hanta Sero Rating: Completely SFW
Dis is fluff about my angry boi. He deserves some love :,(
Ah Valentine’s Day… The one day where you can shamelessly buy your crush some flowers or chocolates and they have to accept it. UA’s halls buzzed with glee and chittering from its students. You sat at your desk, doodling in your notebook as you waited for class to start. “Hey Y/N!” Denki’s head dips below your eyes, taking away your sight of the page that your pen made contact with. “Why hello there human taser.” You say with a smile. “What can I do ya for?” “I just wanted to give you this.” He stated casually, pulling out a box of chocolates. You pout with thankful and joyful eyes. As if you had just seen a puppy. “Aww Kaminari.” “Don’t thank me, they’re actually from Kiri, he just got too nervous so I did it for him.” Your smile widens, the thought of nervous Kiri was one you found quite adorable. You lean further into your desk to look at Kiri who sat in the same row. “Thank you.” You mouth to him. He blushes and mouths back. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” His lips curled into a contagious smile. “Anyways… I got you this!” Denki whipped out a heart shaped card and slammed it on your desk excitedly. “Happy V day weirdo!” You laugh at him and pick up the card. “Thank you doofus.” You say as you lightly punch him in the arm.
“Y/N!” You turn to see a joyous Midoriya. “Hey! How’s your Valentine’s so far?” “Chocolates from Kiri, card from Denki, Koji picked me some flowers and Shoji kept Mineta as far away from everyone as possible. So pretty great!” You beam. “Wow! That’s awesome! Got a Valentine yet?” “Nah,” You shrug, “I mean, I’ve gotten gifts but not really a Valentine specifically. What about you?” “Few cards, nothing too special.” He laughs. “Beats nothing though.” “That’s true.” As your eyes glance up you notice Bakugo heading towards the two of you. A frown plastered on his face with his hands shoved in his pockets. It’s not like a negative face on him was unusual, this one just seemed different in some sort of way. He slipped past in silence. “Hey, what about Bakugo? Has he gotten anything?” You ask as you peer back at him. “Not that I know of. Kacchan never really liked Valentine’s Day.” “Hm.” Your brows furrow.
7:34pm You pace your room in thought, glancing over to the blood red rose that Sero left by your door. Valentine’s Day made you smile. Made you feel loved and appreciated. You hands slip into your bottom drawer and pull out a small, rectangular box. You kick the drawer closed and hide the box in your jumper, slipping out of your room.
Your knuckles lightly knock on the wooden door that stood before your wandering eyes. It forcefully swung open exposing a grumpy Katsuki Bakugo. “What do you want?” He grunted as he eyed you off. “Just wanted to ask you somethin’.” You smile warmly. Your gentle eyes settling on his fiery ones. “Get it over with.” His tone never seemed to change from simply irritated. You hesitate, wondering whether or not you should just back out. “Well…” You unzip your jumper and pull out the box. “I got you this.” You place it in his hands as he raises an eyebrow. “I know you like spicy stuff so I got these really tasty–” “Why?” He frowns again. You inhale deeply. Probably at the sheer stupidity and cluelessness of this cutie. “I wanted to know… if you’d be my Valentine.” You release the breath that made home to your lungs. Bakugo was silent. It felt like hours had past as he just stood. Staring at you. “You’re serious aren’t you?” “Of course.” You say firmly. You wanted him to know that you meant business. Silence once again. He sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.” His reply taking you by complete surprise. Your eyes lit up. “Great! No backing out now. Come with me, we’re watching a movie back at my dorm.” “What?! I never agreed to this!” He barked as you dragged him out of his room by his hand. “Too bad so sad. I said so.” You skip off down the hall, looking back every few seconds to make sure he was following. Surely enough, even while dragging his feet, he was. Perhaps it was the night to finally tell him. You wanted him to be your Valentine for a while now. “Hey Y/N.” “Hm?” “Thanks. I guess.”
character : katsuki bakugou genre : angst, fluff, crack words : 2.5k+
themes : pining, ongoing fic, truth or dare, angsty, fluff, kissing masterlist
synopsis: bakugou isn’t one to back down from a dare, so when he’s dared to make y/n fall in love with him, he does just that, not expecting to fall in love himself.
important - this is a rewrite of the original i made a couple months ago so ignore them they’ll be deleted shortly after uploading this!.
your quirk : telekinesis, you can make yourself float and occasionally fly, your hair lifts up as well, you can use your hands and mind but usually use your hands since it stabilizes the power, you can also transfer power into any limb you desire which gives it strength for however long. if you use too much your nose bleeds and you can faint.
listen to: cigarette daydreams | cage the elephant please never fall in love again | ollie mn let’s fall in love for the night | finneas these are all on my “bakugou.” playlist on my spotify : VIYA
“the girls are going to be here in 10 minutes sooo why don’t we play truth or dare until then!” denki smirked looking around the circle of boys.
(this game is a little different, you spin a bottle and whoever it lands on first has to ask the second person it lands on and the second person picks a piece of a paper out a bowl getting either “T"or “D”, there are more truths in the bowl than dare”).
“seems cool!” kirishima agreed sipping his soda as sero and some others agreed, “bakubroo you in?” denki widened his eyes at him mimicking a cat “do i have a choice?”.
“no no you do not!” the electric blonde concluded, groaning he mumbled out a “fine.” making the boys cheer.
sero placed a bottle in the centre of the circle, the first time it landed on kirishima and then todoroki who picked out a piece of paper with a small “T” written on it. “hmm todoroki, who’s your best friend?” as soon as the question left the red-heads mouth everyone groaned knowing the answer.
“y/n” he stated. “WE ALREADY KNEW THAT SHITTY HAIR” the angry blonde yelled with a frown, “i wanted to start off easy!!” kirishima defended sheepishly.
the next round the bottle landed on sero and bakugou who got truth, “bakugou, who out of the girls do you find a worthy opponent to spar with” sero smirked knowingly, “probably l/n, before either of you say shit it’s because she doesn’t hold back” the boy defended.
“ugh i love y/n, i think i annoy her though” denki thought out loud pouting, “that’s because you record her doing random things because it gets you views” ojiro laughed thinking back to all the times you scolded him for it.
“HEY WELL, i didn’t know she’d be so popular on tiktok when i first included her, and all she did was glare at the camera” he fake sobbed.
“did you not see the tiktoks after kacchan’s spar with her? they just sat out of breath sweaty and that got millions of views” midoriya spoke pointing at bakugou.
denki shrugged muttering a quiet “not fair”. once again the bottle spun landing on kirishima and denki, “denki who do you like” he immediately blurted out, “i thought that was obvious?.. jirou”.
“was that meant to be a secret?!” bakugou raised an eyebrow at the red-head, “I DIDN’T KNOW MAN!” he yelled in fake annoyance as everyone laughed.
this time the bottle landed on denki and bakugou who finally got a dare, “FINALLY OKAY, time to give you an impossible dare” the electric boy cackled with a hand on his chin in thought, “i dare you to make y/n fall in love with you!”… silence.
“don’t you think that’s a bit harsh” midoriya whispered, “hey cmon y/n doesn’t have time for boys or need them, bakugou will finally fail at something” he smiled at the blonde who only rolled his eyes.
“seems like a shitty idea” he stated as todoroki agreed, “c’monn bakugou you’re not a chickdn are you?” denki teased clucking.
“coward” he added making the blonde glare, “FINE” he yelled, the other boys groaned shaking their heads.
and as if on cue you walked in.
you raised a brow at the unnerving silence sitting in between midoriya and todoroki who made space for you, mina waltzed in after followed by the other girls ‘what’s with the silence” mina said in a sing-song voice.
“we’re playing truth or dare tonight” todoroki explained to you as you felt a pair of eyes on you, many actually as if waiting for you to do something.
“what?” you questioned as the boys quickly shook their heads you sat with your legs crossed staring into the ceiling “you just look very pretty” sero quickly made up an excuse not lying.
“thanks sero” you mumbled as uraraka hugged you from behind muttering something in your ear “bakugou keeps staring at you” she giggled, you rolled your eyes slightly at her antics turning back to the circle “so?”.
“sooo you’d look cute together” she smirked giving you a quick forehead kiss crawling back to her place before you could push her away groaning.
a couple rounds went by, this time landing on denki and bakugou, “dare again bakugou!, i dare you to kiss the person opposite to you”.
the room went silent looking at the person opposite him, unfortunately that was you and you were trying to fix a thread loose on todoroki’s shirt, “y/n” he looked at you as you gave up using your hands and tried using your quirk instead “shut up i’ve got this” you spoke looking up.
“oh shit, who died” you sat down as the circle peered at you, “apparently you” jirou snickered, “why did i die” you asked a little scared, “you have to kiss a pomeranian” momo answered grimacing.
“fuck i got a dare? we don’t have a-” but you shut up as she pointed to the pomeranian in question.
denki burst out laughing as you sighed staring at the boy, i mean this couldn’t be too bad right.. at least it isn’t mineta.
you basically chanted the last sentence in your head as the group pushed you into the middle.
thankfully the music in the background meant it wouldn’t be completely silent so you stared as you both kneeled in front of each other, “surprised you’re not screaming” you joked.
he rolled his eyes staring at your features “yeah me too” he boldly stated, you inched your face closer to his, his face now a shoe away but before you could come any closer he grabbed your jaw with his thumb and pointer immediately pressing his lips to yours.
you flinched a little in surprise but relaxed into it, he momentarily pulled away noses still touching and placed another hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss prodding his tongue at your lips as if asking you for permission which you granted but only for a second, you pulled away first.
his hand left your jaw as his eyes met yours, his crimson eyes stared into your e/c ones, but you took this as an opportunity to tease him so you looked into one eye switching to the other and then his lips before pushing yourself back into your seat.
the others basically yelled as you both got seated “well” you thought, that wasn’t horrible… you had butterflies.
…
maybe it was the way your heart raced afterwards or the lingering eyes, i mean who wouldn’t feel like that after something as intense as that.
denial.
there was always more to him than just his anger, no his anger was a mask for his insecurities.. was that not obvious or did no one else pay enough attention to him like you do.
nobody else had experienced the blissful moments, the times of calm under the scorching heat, when you’d both fall to the ground sweat covered but content with your training.
“you’ve gotten stronger” it was a fact not surprise, just a fact. “damn right i have” he replied like he would, “but if we still keep tying then you’ve gotten stronger as well”.
the simple things, the little words, sentences he’d add as if to reassure your strength as if to say “you’re doing well too but i’d never admit that so take the hint”.
but you didn’t notice this yet.
it had been about an hour since you kissed the infamous hot head and the game went on as normal, “y/n you have to make a thirst-trap with me” you choked on your peach tea as shoto patted your back accompanied by midoriyas furious patting as if you were on deaths door.
you sighed burying your head in your hands as your friends cackled.
“y/n you look tired” todoroki stated turning to the time, “deku and i trained a little late” you yawned as the green haired boy snored on your shoulder.
“baku-bro if you stare at him like that any longer he’s going to have a nightmare” kirishima nervously laughed as the blonde scoffed at midoriya turning away.
“i think i’m going to go up to my dorm” you told the dual-haired boy getting up, you lifted midoriya with your quirk swinging him over your shoulder so his head was in the crook of your neck, “do you need some help y/n?” todoroki asked as you broke the circle from the group.
“yeah can you open the door”, the boy did just that as the others said goodnight.
“sleep well greeny” you lifted midoriya onto the bed, staring curiously at all his all might figures, “having fun?” a familiar voice spoke making you flinch slightly at the voice amidst the near silent snores.
“not particularly” you replied swiftly shaking the blanket from under the duvet and placing it over your friend but just as you did that his arms reached out grabbing you and hauling you onto the bed.
you stared wide eyed before the blonde burst into silent mocking laughter with his hand over his stomach, you grumbled at him attempting to wiggle out only making him laugh harder, “fucking help!” you whisper yelled at him waving your arms around. bakugou raised an eyebrow “say please”, you glared attempting to wiggle out again only for his eyes to tighten.
“you know what i’ll stay here” you fake smiled snuggling up to midoriya, at that bakugou had enough, he stomped over and grabbed your arm and pulled, nothing.
“oh” he stated realising, “yeah, i’ll get his left arm you get his right” you sighed, “don’t tell me what to do!!” which made you groan at his stubborn nature.
“fine stubborn, let’s do the fucking opposite”
“no just do what you said!”.
“i fucking hate you”.
minutes later and you’re finally out of the small green boy’s grasp, “i’m gonna go up now, goodbye” you said after thanking bakugou, the guy you didn’t talk to very often other than sparring or when its convenient for you both.
“you’re not tired” he caught up to you walking up to the elevator towards your floor, “you clearly are”.
“i guess, answer me” he rubbed his head well past his bedtime.
“no i’m not tired” he glanced over to you as you pressed the button up to your shared floor, “then what do you do when you’re not tired?”
“game usually” you replied shrugging, “like?”.
“genshin mostly, i stream with denks a lot” he nodded as you opened your doors at the end of the hall opposite each other.
“see you tomorrow bakugou” he hesitated in responding, as if he wanted to say something else, “sparky asked me to join so i’ll join the damn party, invite me” he demanded before closing the door.
“nice conversation bakugou” you laughed at the closed door.
…
“denki, invite bakugou” you twizzled around in your chair loading into genshin, “he wants to play?!” denki questioned, “i was surprised too”.
“yayyy!” he screamed as bakugou joined with a ping.
“i’ll win at this game” was the first thing he said clearly not having played before.
“bakugou you don’t win at genshin, well you can level up and i guess surpass us?” you explained hearing the complaints of the tired angry blonde, “fine i can do that”.
2 hours in and this was a nightmare the blonde still had not grasped the concept of artifacts and also found ruin guards horrifying.. but would never admit it.
“FUCK ITS ONE OF THEM, THINGSSHITSHITSHIT” you stifled your laughter running over to your struggling friend “you’re good, now denks where are-”
“y/n?” you turned to your door only to be greeted by midoriya, “oh hi izuku” hitting the mute button you turned to him, “hey y/n! thank you for carrying me up, i move a lot in my sleep” he laughed leaning over you watching you play as bakugou yelled into the mic about “damn deku” being there.
“sorry that noise is only denki using his vacuum.. they spilt popcorn everywhere” you smiled ignoring the growing pest in your mic, “just wanted to ask whether you wanted me to stay again” midoriya asked, you had both been been having nightmares but it only happened when you slept in your own beds, so you swapped every now and then.
“i’m not planning on sleeping, i’ll probably train later so you should sleep, i feel bad keeping you up”. you smiled apologetic.
“nono! its been fun, really if you ever need me i’m here!, plus i sleep better here” he added quietly still watching your game play, “in that case you can sleep here”.
“really, i don’t want to-” - “no really if i want to sleep i’ll just take your bed don’t worry”.
midoriya smiled giving you one last thank you before disappearing behind you.
your attention back on your two friends,
“y/n…”denki’s voice pierced the mic,
“yes”,
“can i come to your room?”,
“why?”,
,“wanna say goodnight!!” you could hear the pout through the screen,
“no”,
KNOCK KNOCK
“denki go away!” you smiled as the door shook from the weight of the knocks, “NOT DENKI!” a gruff voice yelled through the wood, “fuck” you sighed getting up.
you lodged your foot in the door so if bakugou tried pushing it open he couldn’t get in, through the slight crack he eyed you “what are you doing?!”.
“i’ve been playing genshin with you for the past couple hours..” you raised an eyebrow watching the boy swing his arms around as if animated.
“let me come in!!”.
“no”.
“i need to talk to you!”
“then talk” you laughed at his growing rage, he growled once again attempting to open the door, “come downstairs.” and with that he let go of the door.
“what was that?” midoriya turned over rubbing his eyes with a hint of sleep in his voice “just some angry dog, i’ll be back soon” you replied as he took no notice too tired to question anything.
“hey y/n! wanna play with us” kirishima smiled watching you walk down the stairs “sure”.
“can you help bakugou out he doesn’t know how to play but won’t ask for help” he scratched the back of his head pointing towards the bakusquad sitting in front of the tv.
bakugou looked up at you you sat next to him, “you’re pressing the wrong buttons”- “NO THE FUCK I-” you carefully moved his fingers to the right buttons and sat back in your place.
“i play a bit too much” you spoke as he stared at where your hands once were, “train with me tomorrow” he mumbled picking his character, “sure” you stiffled a smile leaning your head back onto the sofa.
“y/n..” you turned back to the blonde his face a little closer than expected, you held your breath not daring to look away “yeah” he looked towards you which is when you turned away, he’s pretty.
“if you say shit i’ll kill you, but show me how to play”, you put your hands over his and moved each finger where it needed to be, not realising his eyes lingering on your face rather than the screen, “pay attention” you grinned watching him huff in offence.
“wasn’t looking at you” he said in almost a whispering manner “mmhm”.
“i’m gonna sleep actually” you told him about to stand up “where”.
“what?” his eyes flickered over to yours “i’ll come”.
at this moment you didn’t think anything of it completely forgetting you’d be going to deku’s room.
As it turns out, being told there’s an imminent threat on your life, does not lend itself to a relaxing day at work. No, what it lends itself to, is a day of looking over your shoulder, of flipping the lights on in every room- of creeping quietly around furniture, trying to get the jump on whoever is hiding behind it.
Except, there’s never anyone behind it. There’s never anyone behind anything, and all you have to show for it is a heart beating far too fast. All you have is a ribcage, strung together with dental floss, little bits of string pulled much too far and much too tight. What’s left is a person one surprise from a panic attack, and one loud noise away from a mental breakdown.
It’s the weirdest anxiety you’ve ever felt; a dripping, acrid, paranoia lining your bones with electricity and your muscles with shock. The strangest part of all though? The way you’re counting the minutes. Watching the seconds pass by with each moment, trying to be patient until you could see Bakugouof all people.
warnings shy!reader, shy!katsuki, mutual pining, and not edited
genre fluff, f2ls
word count2.5k
inspirationn/a
synopsis in which you and the rest of the bakusquad are apart of the candygram committee and you take the opportunity to make a move on one stubborn katsuki
“This is so stupid.” Katsuki sighed, feet hiked up onto his desk. It was around the umpteenth time that he had mentioned how useless or well— stupid this whole thing is.
You frowned, tying another ribbon around a baggie. “Aw, c'mon, Kat. It’s the day of love, be more cheerful.” You said, tossing him a chocolate.
He scoffed. “No. And stop calling me Kat.” The following demand was mumbled as Katsuki turned his attention to opening the candy.
“Sure thing, Kat.” You whipped around, imagining the irritated expression he was channeling because of your antics.
“C'mon Mina! How many do I have!” Denki whined, trying his best to juke the clipboard of names from Mina’s hands. Something he’s been doing all morning.
From the left of you, Kirishima let out a breath of laughter. “Dude, just wait and see.” He assured Denki.
“Exactly. The surprise is the most fun part about this thing.” Mina added on while she gently shoved Denki away from her.
“Not if dunceface doesn’t get any.” Katsuki sneered, sending Denki into a further sulk.
You sucked you teeth, preparing to reprimand Katsuki but Sero interjected first. “I wonder if you’re getting anything today, Bakugou.”
Almost on cue, the smug smirk on Katsuki’s face simmers down into a scowl. He scoffed, “I could care less if I got one of those pathetic bags today! I can buy my own damn candy!” As he was getting chewed out, Sero could only chuckle.
Sending a sneaky glance towards you. You sighed, tuning out Katsuki’s continous speech about how candygrams were pointless and how he didn’t even want any.
In the corner of your eye you could see a sympathic smile on Kirishima’s lips. He nudged your arm, “Nonetheless, you should still give it to him,” He whispered into your ear.
Tossing another baggie into the box next to Jirou, you nodded.
“It’ll make his day, I promise.”
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“Woah… seventeen for Yaomomo,” Jirou blinked a couple times as your class erupted in a wave of teasing while Momo shuffled her way up to the front.
“Just take the whole damn box.” Denki bitterly jutted it out her. He doubled over suddenly when Mina took said box and hit him in the stomach.
“Sorry, he’s being very negative today.” She handed Yaomomo her designated number of bags, making Denki help her to her desk.
You giggled softly. Your class was the last one for today, thankfully. Somehow, you had already grown sick to the smell of chalky sweets, even if your name hasn’t been called yet.
“Twelve for Todoroki,” Shoto came up to the front as dazed as ever while Denki muttered a very distasteful shocker under his breath.
Katsuki scoffed from his spot next you, leaning his back against the classroom chalk board. “Can’t I go back to my desk?” He groaned.
Sero sucked his teeth, forming a conversation while Jirou’s monotonous call continued. “Seeing as you didn’t lift a finger all day I think you should be able to.”
He prepared a smug smirk for Katsuki’s explosive comeback but before he could speak through his gritted teeth, Aizawa had already shushed them.
“Two for Denki,” A giggle that she covered up immediately with her hand fell from Jirou’s lips and the classroom followed suit with a fit of snickers.
You could’ve sworn you say Denki’s eye twitch before being handed two baggies by a grinning Mina. “Hey! That’s two more than last year, right buddy?” Kirishima smacked Denki on the back in attempt to comfort.
“I don’t think he wants words from someone who got seven more than him, Kiri.” You whispered, noticing the way Denki borderline shook under Kirishima’s hand.
“Four for ___.” Your laughing fit with Kirishima was interrupted by your own name being called and Mina handing you your treats.
“Tch. What four imbeciles went out of their way to buy one of those for you?” Katsuki mused before you could speak yourself.
“You smell that,” you sniffed around, Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at you. “I smell pure jealousy.” Your bags were waved in Katsuki’s face for a moment before he was swatting your hands away.
“And last but certainly not least, one for Katsuki.” Your heart skipped a beat. Not just at the mention of his name like it usually did but because you knew that one bag was purchased by you for him.
You were eager to look over and see the confused look on Katsuki’s face you knew he was wearing but your heart was already beating in your ears so loud that you were in a stand still.
The thoughts you’ve had that always followed since you even got the idea to give him one started to roam freely.
Would he be grossed out? Would he be curious? What if he already suspects you because you’re being obvious? And what if, miraculously, Kirishima’s right and it makes his day?
But instead of laying any of those raging questions to rest, Katsuki accepts his bag from Mina silently. No snarky comment, no anger, just a soft tint of pink layering his cheeks as he looked at the packaging he had seen a hundred times already.
“Alright, thanks for finally wrapping that up, Jirou. Don’t get those candy wrappers on my floor, I’m taking a nap.” Mister Aizawa waved you all off like he always did and found home in that yellow sleeping bag.
While your committee cleaned up the boxes, the classroom fluttered with chatter. The spectrum of conversation being who they think would get them one and who they think bought something for the other person.
The cleanup was quick, so you all headed to the front where all the seats were open and gathered.
“Two. I only got two.” Denki finally awoke from his daze to the realization.
You laughed, taking one from your bunch and leaning over to Denki. “I can share one of mine. Not really a fan of sweethearts.”
But Denki still proved to be bitter, slapping your bag away. “I don’t need your pity candy, ___.”
You snorted. “Okay, suit yourself.”
“So, it turns out Kat actually got one. You owe me twenty bucks Jirou.” Sero made grabby hands at the girl who scoffed and immediately went into her bag.
You expected the usual antics to come from Katsuki who sat in his usual desk, one ahead of you. But again, there was no yelling, or anger, just a scoff and a glare.
“You idiots bet on me?” He asked.
“Hey, I thought it was easy money since I know exactly who would’ve got you one. Thankfully, they pulled through.” Sero collected his cash with glee while you broke out into a cold sweat. Your eyes darted to Sero, a threatening message within them that you’re sure he understood.
“Who?” Katsuki tried to make it seem like he didn’t really care with the tone he used. But he was genuinely curious, you could tell. Which made you sweat more.
Katsuki sucked his teeth. “It was probably you, so you could get the money.” The breath of relief you took was like no other, you visibly relaxed.
Sero chuckled. “No sir, I spent no money on candygrams. So, keep on guessing.”
Fortunately, the bell rang, signaling that class and school as a whole was over. Your class flooded out, all walking to your dorm together in the usual group. Kirishima found his way to you in the crowd, bumping your hip.
“See, I told you.” He pointed to a couple feet away where Katsuki walked ahead, bag still in hand as he stared down at it.
You felt your face start to heat up, nudging him with your elbow. “Maybe he’s weirded out.”
Kirishima scoffed. “If you told him it was from you, I assure you then you’ll know it made his day.”
A sigh had your body slumping. “I don’t know, Kiri. I’ve managed to keep a good friendship with Kat. It’s risky enough that I bought him one but confessing is another thing.”
Even though you’ve managed to get through Katsuki’s tough exterior ( kind of ), you still couldn’t read him that well. How were you supposed to know when the right time to tell him was? Or if a right time even existed.
“Do it, trust me.” Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, you gulped and darted your attention again to Katsuki’s back.
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You spent the rest of the day wallowing in your room with your inner conflict. Even ignoring the invites from your friends to spend the day watching d—list romance movies to sulk. It wasn’t until later on in the evening that you came out of your room.
The dorms were less lively, almost everyone going away to their rooms to do whatever. You were convinced you were the only one in the main area until you saw Katsuki in the kitchen, unfortunately.
Your feet were ready to take you back upstairs to hide from him. But he must’ve heard the creaking that happened under your feet and caught you. His maroon eyes piercing right through you.
Damn it.
“Hey, Kat.” You greeted awkwardly, hesitantly shuffling into the kitchen.
He nodded at you in acknowledgement, continuing to watch whatever he had in the microwave go round. The kitchen fell silent while the cogs in your head worked together to find yourself an excuse as to why you were even in here.
You shuffled through cabinets, pretending you were looking for something in particular.
“Hey,” Katsuki beckoned your attention. His eyes were still trained on the microwave but obviously he was listening and waiting for your response. You hummed in answer, halting your pretend scavenging and leaning on the counter next to the fridge.
“You have any clue who bought me that baggie thing?” As he continued, his head turned to you. Your eyes enlarged at the sudden question that was accompanied by Katsuki staring you down. You felt like you were under an intense spotlight and there was no way out other than to a) lie or b) spill the beans.
Your brain was telling you to just get it over with and do the former, admit it to him confidently like Kiri had been urging you to do. Face the consequences as they came and stop hiding. So, you inhaled deeply and exhaled.
“I— uh— well, I— uh…” If you had the willpower to face palm you would, but apparently none of the signals your brain was sending were making it through to your body. Because your mouth kept opening and closing, no confession or accountability flowing out like you had hoped.
The only you could do was heat up and start sweating. The spotlight was getting hotter and more blinding.
The urge to face plant into the island ahead of you increased when Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you. The intimidating look sending chills up your spine.
You coughed. Putting an end to your stuttering and stammering. Your eyes fell to the tiles of the kitchen, hoping they’d loosen up one by one and swallow you whole.
“If there’s something you want to tell me, idiot, spit it out,” The microwave went off but now Katsuki could care less. He was edging towards you, arms crossed and curious to why it seemed like you were being interrogated for murder when he asked what he thought was a simple question.
Just do it.
The phrase chanted repeatedly in your head. And with the last of your dignity, you finally fulfilled your brain’s request.
“I did it. I’m the one who bought the candygram…, Kat.” You started off strong, but moving onto the second sentence your voice began to mellow.
You wanted to look anywhere except Katsuki but the shocked look on his face, accompanied by the tint of red covering his cheeks kept you drawn in. This time around he was staring down at the tiles, probably wishing the same thing that you were just seconds ago.
“If you did it as a joke, id—” Katsuki was about to threaten you, ready to build his walls back up but your adrenaline from fessing up was obviously still surging through you.
“No! It wasn’t to prank you or anything, I did it because I like you, Kat. A lot.” You paused, inhaling.
“A—and I’ve been meaning to tell you but I didn’t know how you’d react because you’re not really open. But then Kirishima told me it was a good idea, so I—” Your real self snapped back to reality in the middle of your confession, and it was apparent as you began to ramble and scratch the nape of your neck.
“Alright, enough. You sound like damn Deku.” Katsuki, thankfully, put an end to your tangent that you silently agreed did sound like Izuku.
You laughed awkwardly, hoping it’d ease the tension not only in the air but in you. It felt nice to get that weight off your shoulders but oh boy did you have a lot to face. Like for example, how did Katsuki feel? Did he even reciprocate feelings? What would your friendship look like after this?
You had to know. You were dying to know. “So?” You mumbled, now fiddling with your fingers.
Katsuki’s hand was at his nape like yours was moments ago. He huffed, obviously looking for the words. “You know, if you’re going to confess to someone you should be more up front about it.” Katsuki took short steps towards you.
You just hoped he couldn’t hear your heart banging against your ribcage, because that’s basically all you could focus on.
“I know.” You answered.
“Tch. And I guess in saying that I should be taking my own advice.” He grumbled, moving his gaze to the tile again. Your body basically perked up at the sound of that.
“Katsuki, did you send me a candygram?” Your assumption aloud make Katsuki scoff, his face heating up more and his gaze wandering even further. Now that the tables seemed to be turned, you suppressed your laughter. You had been psyching yourself out this whole time but Katsuki was basically in the same boat as you.
“So, what do we do now, Kat?” You asked, you crossed your arms. A hopeful thought that since he reciprocated your feelings a relationship would come of it.
Katsuki scoffed, dropping his arm into having them crossed again. “What did I tell you about that stupid nickname, dumbass?”
You laughed at his scowl. Thankful that even after the sudden confession between you to didn’t actually tint your dynamic like you theorized it would.
Katsuki huffed, not seeking to bicker with you anymore. “Are you free this Saturday?”
“Uh, yea—”
“Alright, then. Be ready by three.” That’s what you were left with as Katsuki turned on his heel and left the kitchen with whatever he had in the microwave.
Your mind was still registering what had just happened, but all you could do was thank your luck and Kirishima.
inspiration inspired by this bag i’m never going to be able to afford *cue tiny violin* but a girl can imagine :)
synopsis basically just the big three spoiling their s/o’s
author’s note also is the big 3 made up of nejire, tamaki, and mirio or is it these three? i don’t know. also if you couldn’t tell i had one person in mind for this but i figured adding the others would be cute too :)
katsuki bakugou;
bakugou is definitely one to get you things without making a big deal of it. he cares about you and he lets you know that, it might not be in huge, emotional gestures but he lets it be known. this man loves you
“isn’t this bag cute, katsu?” you gasped, shuffling in bed to show your fiancé
bakugou scoffed. “that shit’s fucking ugly.” he deadpanned. diverting his attention back to his own phone
“tch. i think it’s cute,” you grumbled, taking your phone away from his face. “too bad it’s fucking two grand.”
bakugou peaked over for one last glimpse, already knowing that bag was going to be yours
you came home the next day, completely clueless to the present that awaited you on your bed
you knew bakugou was out doing hero work so he wouldn’t be home for a while
“what the-” was the first thought you were able to muster. a small smile grew on your face, while you rid yourself of your outerwear
the card on top of the box read, don’t forget i’m a pro hero, dumbass. of course, being signed off with his name
“cocky bastard,” you mumbled
shoto todoroki;
we been knew todoroki’s rich and he got money to spend. and he lovesspending it on you
honestly, he doesn’t see it as a big deal. he loves you and he just simply gets you what you want. that’s all it is
“todoroki, wha—”
“is this not the pair you wanted? i can take them back and get-” todoroki stitched his eyebrows. pulling back the designer shoe box
“no! no! they’re perfect, honey. it’s just— i didn’t expect to get them.”
sometimes tou need to put a leash on him. he legit swipes his cards on wants without blinking, and it’ll all literally be just for you
“___, do you want the regular or mini sized?”
“todoroki, enough.”
izuku midoriya;
king of spoiling his significant other
anything you want, he’s getting it for sure
purse? got it. brand new shoes from your favorite store? getting it. you breathe around a ring for too long? it’s going through shipping as we speak
izuku is so enamored with you he doesn’t even care
“do you like it, ___?” always asks after gifting to you
wants to make sure you’re satisfied. that’s all he wants. so, he doesn’t really care how much he spends, as long as it’s on you it doesn’t matter to him
→ being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
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a/n: next part is gonna be ️ spicy hehe and sorry for updating so late omg ♀️ but work has been constantly attacking me with deadlines lately and i’m just the worst at time management so i couldn’t find time to upload i tried to clump up a 2-part content into one part to kinda make it up to you for the late ass update well anyways i hope you like this part
→being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
a/n: well i umm t-t-this happened i guess i had some doubts about this part but i went with it anyways ehe i have been super busy this week but i managed to squeezed some time from my schedule to make this so i’m sorry for the kina late update anyways i hope you enjoy it hehe
→being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
a/n: I JUST FINISHED THE MOVIE AND MY GOD I WAS SHOCKED the movie was just fricking amazing but the plot… IT HAD SOME SIMILARITIES WITH THIS SERIES OMG I SCREAMED (what can i say, great minds think alike) i won’t spoil anything but seriously go watch it!!! AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE BREATHTAKING SONGS UGH
→being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
→being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
a/n: still having finals but read these while waiting for the new part ehe thank you all so much for the support ❤️
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ When the power goes out, your neighbor and childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo comes over to check on you ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Childhood friend reader, movie night for one becomes a movie night for two, pining and fluff abounds ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Requested by ~ persephoneismyqueen ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I love the idea of power outage cuddles, so I had a blast with this one! I don’t write Bakugo much, so I hope this is okay! ~
You’ve grown up on the same street as the Bakugos your whole life, and other than how loud their house can get, they’ve always been great neighbors. You used to hang out when he was young, but as you went to a different school you didn’t see him as much from middle school onward, only when he was at home. After he got into UA, and they had their students move into the dorms during his first year, all you saw from him was on the news. But after he graduated he moved back in so you started running into each other more often again. You’ve met up for a movie a few times, and you’ve met his new friends from high school who seem way too nice for him.
You see him driving out even in this crazy weather, of course, he has to go to the gym even in this. A slight scoff as you close the blinds, thinking that he’s way too stubborn for his own good but don’t think any more of it until the storm knocks out the power. With only a slight panic (well, maybe more than slight, but nobody needs to know that), you get the fairy lights down from your room. And before you know it, you have made a whole fort downstairs in the living room, where it’s the lightest anyway, with a movie ready to go and dinner on the stove. Your phone goes off as you’re cooking, it’s Katsuki. “Hey, you doing alright? This weather is crazy, power’s out.” “It’s wild, isn’t it?” “That’s not an answer. You gonna make me come over to check on you?” “Ha, I’m not a kid Katsuki.” “I’m on the way back from the gym anyway, I’ll swing by.” You chuckle, knowing how he always invites himself over like this.
And soon enough, you hear a knock at the door, and see Bakugo on your patio, in a white t-shirt and sweatpants that were not nearly enough to keep him warm in this weather. When you give him an eyebrow about this, he grumbles “I’ve been ringing your doorbell for the last five minutes, before I realized the power is off. Now ya gonna let me in? It’s cold out here.” You laugh and motion for the kitchen, “Have you eaten yet? I just made some spaghetti, and of course it’s way too much for one person.”
As he comes in he sees the fort you set up for yourself, lights, blankets and all, and chuckles a little. “Looks like something a kid would make. Got room for two in there?” You’re a little taken aback “Don’t you need to be getting over to your place?” “Nah, powers out, everything I need to do takes WiFi, so, I got nothing for the evening. So, I’ll crash your movie night” He gives you his cocky grin with this, but upon seeing your surprised face he says a little softer “if that’s okay, I mean?”
As the two of you scootch into the fort, you realize that it really was made for one, so now you’re both pressed really close in between the walls of pillows on your mattress. The lights on the outside kept you from pushing them off, so he has to comment on it, “What’d you set all these lights up for, it’s not like you could see, your vision is crap anyway.” You roll your eyes and elbow him slightly, “Hey, rude.”
After a moment of trying to find a way to lay next to each other, he grumbles, “this ain’t comfy with the two of us, and you put in all this work. ‘Mere.” He opens his arms and gestures for you to lay on him “There. That way we could use the space better” he says, trying to casually play off the fact that he’s blushing like a tomato and his heart is racing. He doesn’t realize it, but with your head against him, you can hear how much this closeness is impacting him. You smell the sweet, caramel-like smell that he always gives off as you snuggle into his chest a little. “This is really nice,” you say with a soft smile. “It is. We should do it more often.” Does that mean what you think it means? He’s never been the most direct, so you have him clarify. “The movie part, or…this?” He tenses beneath you with the question and coughs a little before answering, “This. I…don’t mind holding you like this.” You sit up to kiss his cheek, “I like it too, Katsuki.”
✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ A cooking contest with your fiancé Katsuki Bakugo gets a little heated ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Highschool sweetheart turned fiance reader, just straight fluff (what a waste of food though XD) ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~ ✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I don’t write much Bakugo, but I hope you like it! ~
Who would have thought that your fiancé, the hot-headed, loud-mouthed, top pro-hero that is Katsuki Bakugo would be so into cooking? That was one of the things you two had in common, though, so since you two first started dating years ago, you’ve always made a date out of cooking together. It helped him relax, as well as get to eat what the two of you made together. Tonight though, you wanted to mix it up, “We’re going to make each other’s favorite dish, and whoever loses has to do the chores for a week. Deal?” He chuckles, “You’re on, babe. Don’t be surprised when I beat your ass though.”
You decided to make him some jalapeño poppers, stuffed with cheddar mixed with some Carolina Reaper hot sauce and sausage, while he worked hard on prepping something he said you’d love. Somewhere along the way, however, the two of you started resorting to sabotage. It’d be hard to say who started it, he decided that it would be fair to start the oven for his dish while you were still looking up the recipe, and then to put some extra dashes of hot sauce in, you “accidently” knocked into his bowl a couple of times, and it progressed from there. When he went into the pantry to grab some more ingredients, though, you leaned over and turned the oven up 100 degrees over what he set and added another hour to the timer, before quickly getting back to your own.
What he came back with, however, included the bag of flour that you quickly scooped up and tossed some at him. When the powder cleared you could see the massive smirk on his face, “Alright, that’s it”, before reaching into your bag of cheese and chucking some of it at you. The cooking contest is quickly sidelined as a food fight erupts, slinging all sorts of ingredients and sauces at each other until you slip on one of your peppers that ended up on the floor. He quickly catches you before you can hit the ground, and you both just look at each other, completely covered in food.
You both just start laughing, until the smoke alarm starts going off. “What the crap?! Why is the oven up so damn high?”, he grabs his dish out as quickly as possible, trying to fan off the smoke that’s now filling the disaster zone that used to be his kitchen. When he tries to take a piece off, it crumbles almost immediately, and you just start cracking up again. You slide one of the now mangled, half-stuffed peppers onto a platter and hand it over to him, “Well, since mine is the only one together enough to get on a plate, I think I’m the winner, Kats.”
“Yeah yeah, you played dirty though,” he grumbles while gesturing at the crisp that was supposed to be his dish. “Be that as it may, I won, so you better get cleaning, this is a mess” You smirk before walking out of the kitchen, leaving him complaining about the pain it is to clean it all up. But you come back in with the cleaning supplies and you two spend the evening cleaning up, before cooking something together.
Reassuring you while you’re being treated after getting injured
@windex-princess-ami asked: Hi!!! Can I request a fluffy angsty one where Bakugou/Shinsou/Todoroki hold and comfort their s/o while someone else removes shrapnel from a wound after a fight (bonus of their s/o is silently crying from the pain) please???
like, lots kisses and hugs and comforting words please (i kinda picture them sitting on a counter or something) THANK YOU
authors.note: I love comfort fics and just holding their s/o while they are in pain, I just generally like being reassured everything is going to be okay! Don’t judge me. Enjoy <3
TW MENTIONS OF INJURY AND BLOOD
BAKUGOUhad seen you get hit. He watched from the sidelines as the villain sent you flying through a glass window and punched you roughly to the ground, remnants of your blood on his knuckles as he hit you again and again. He doesn’t remember much of the remaining fight and it doesn’t really matter in his eyes, all he knows is that you have several bleeding wounds from glass being wedged into your skin. Without missing a beat he is up and running, you delicately in his arms reassuring words leaving his lips as he tries to calm both of you down. The medics are at loss of words when they see your state instructing Bakugou to lay you down on the stretcher and hold you as still as possible while they remove the shards. “Baby, baby, look at me.” You manage to focus on his eyes, wincing as they took out the shards slowly. You grasped his forearm as more searing pain shot through your side, a particularly large piece of glass giving the medics a hard time while also making the whole process a lot more painful. “I-it hurts- Ah!” He shushed you, guiding your forehead to his with a gloved hand on your nape, rubbing soothing circles on your forearm with his other hand. “I know baby I know. You just have to be strong for me, it’s almost over I promise.” And true to his word, a couple of shards later it was over. They stitched a few cuts that were too deep and wrapped up your torso preventing you from bleeding out. Bakugou still held you, opting to press light kisses on your cheeks and forehead, whispering how proud he was of you and how strong you were. You did pass out after a while giving him a heart attack but he was reassured by the med team that your body was just exhausted. He went back to his usual mean and loud self but he stayed close to your cot for the duration of your unconsciousness.
SHINSOUwas tackled by you when the bomb went off. Both of you were blasted across the road but all the debris which were thrown alongside you collided with only your body ripping a pained cry from your throat. Shinsou tried to soften your impact with the ground by wrapping you in his arms, tucking you away but the damage had already been made as his uniform’s sleeves were stained crimson once they came into contact with your waist. After your very awkward landing, Hitoshi took one look at your state and immediately left the scene with you in his arms. He wasn’t about to lose you and besides, the others could take care of the villain. The med team helped him place you on the stretcher, cutting off your uniform and started taking out the shrapnel causing you to cry out and recoil from their touch. Hitoshi was quick to soothe you, coming into your line of view and making you focus all your attention on him and only him while simultaneously placing one of your palms over his heart knowing full well that the rhythmic beat always calmed you down. “Darling, follow my breathing. There you go.” He would squeeze your hand whenever a particularly large piece of metal was pried, wiping away stray tears with his thumb and rubbing lightly on the spot. Once everything was removed and you were all patched up, he helped you sit up on the bed, supporting all of your weight and not allowing you to stand up on your own. Now it was your turn to reassure him that everything was going to be okay, poor man was panicking.
TODOROKIhadn’t seen you get hit. Hell, he wasn’t even at the scene when it happened. He learned about it through your shared com system, the moment the phrase “Y/H/N has been hit!” left your sidekick’s mouth, he was sprinting to you, shoving anyone that got in his way completely disregarding his public image. He found you being supported by your sidekick, two metal columns sticking out from your sides while blood was already pooling at your feet. You could barely comprehend what was happening, your head hanging low and your feet dragging behind you as you tried to keep up with your sidekick. Shoto rushed to your side, taking you completely off your colleague’s hands and into his own wincing at the pained cry that left your lips as he heaved you into his arms. “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, I’m going to get you help love okay? Stay awake for me.” He doubts if you even realized that he was talking to you. It’s hard to maneuver you without inflicting any pain and every pained groan or grunt or sob that leaves your body, breaks Shoto’s heart. The medics, upon seeing your condition, tried prying you from his arms but Shoto wasn’t having it. He seemed to be in a trance where only you and your pain occupied his mind. They managed to convince you to put you down on the stretcher but he didn’t leave; he stayed by your side calling your name and telling you things you could hardly make out. You must’ve been crying because he would lean in and kiss the skin under your eyes every few minutes, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. You passed out before they were done patching you up causing Shoto to go into a panic the moment your eyelids fell shut. Poor thing sat next to you until you woke up, kissing your knuckles, the tips of your fingers, your face, in an attempt to ease both of your pains.
Getting caught listening to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album
Anon asked: I hope we are on the same page and agree on that SOUR IS PAINFUL and I can’t stop laughing at the concept of the bnha boys reacting to yn singing something from there. Like they think it’s all cute and precious how beautifully you sing and then you almost sob at the lyrics lmao.
authors.note: I’ve been listening to her album non stop and it’s getting out of hand, the worst part is I’ve never been in love XD. This is a different format I hope you like it. Enjoy <3
SHOTO walks through the door of your shared apartment, his tie in one hand and suit jacket in the other. Music blared from the kitchen, a soft melodic tune ringing through the house as both yours and the singer’s voices blended into one harmonizing. He always loved coming home to you because in reality, this house wasn’t his home you were; you with your weird habits and spontaneous ice cream trips at 2 am. You and your smile that lit up his life, you and your voice that always managed to calm him even when both of you were in the middle of a villain attack fighting for your lives and those of others. He loved every piece of you and he was always thanking the universe for allowing him to love you. Closing his eyes he focused on your voice, easily distinguishing it from the singer’s. With your soft words going straight to his heart he completely ignored the lyrics until he was rudely brought back to earth by the song. “But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face….” Baffled, he entered the kitchen rushing over to you to wrap his arms around your waist, a pout evident on his lips. You kissed his temple, placing your hands over his and swaying from left to right. Shoto just held you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and refusing to let go for the rest of the night.
KATSUKI sighed as he heard the loud sounds of your music coming from behind the apartment door. He loved you with all his heart, he truly did but if he had to listen to Doja Cat one more time… Evenings like these were always his favorites though, loud music and all. Weekend evenings when he comes home early, always finding you curled up on the couch, TV playing steadily on the news channel as you read your book. He knew you worried, you always did and you always will, he finds it endearing and cute, teasing you about it when he gets home each night. As much as he finds it cute it also brings guilt. He wants to give you the world, the sun and the stars, anything and everything you desire but he knows that no matter what his safety will always dominate your mind and he will always find you watching the news channel waiting to confirm his safety. You both fall in love hard. As he stepped into the living room he witnessed the small show you had going on; pjs consisting of his shirt and shorts, her wet with a comb in your hand as you sang along to this week’s favorite. “I’m so sick of 17 where’s my fucking teenage dream?” He laughed at that, grabbing your hips making you yelp in surprise as he steadied you on the couch. “You’re 22 you brat! Now get down before you hit the ceiling.”
IZUKU most of the time enters your home through the bedroom window like a burglar. He has no reason to do so apart from being able to. So, naturally, he usually scares you half to death when he suddenly appears seemingly out of nowhere. He loved doing that. He especially loved the process afterwards of how he will try to coax the pout off your face with kisses and hugs. It never lasts long, you give in too early but he enjoys the process. Making you smile is his one priority and he will step down as n.1 if he ever stopped. Music flooded the apartment, it wasn’t too loud just loud enough to hide his footsteps. You were swaying softly in the middle of the living room, eyes closed while you sang along. The song was sad, really sad and the singer’s voice made it 10x worse. Before he even realized he too had closed his eyes, back leaning on the wall behind him as he let your voice soothe him. He doesn’t know how long he had his eyes closed, all he knew was that the song was over and something more upbeat was playing and as he opened his eyes he came face to face with you, your own eyes a little glossy. Your nose was touching his and you sniffled a bit as you stared at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek before wiping the unshed tears from your eyes. He had so many questions and he must’ve looked very confused because suddenly you burst out laughing. “This album is super sad, okay? I can’t help it!” Took a pic as blackmail.
EIJIROU had been listening to the same album all day long and tears had been shed. Bakugou had yelled at him during lunch break for tearing up at one of the songs. Now, Eijirou has never experienced heartbreak and he never wants to. You are his everything and if that day came when things between you had to end he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Hell, he doesn’t even want to remotely think about such a predicament. Now he is standing in your shared home’s entrance hall, keys still in hand as he can clearly hear you sob-singing along to the song that had made him cry this morning. At that moment, Eijirou was certain you two were soulmates. He always had a feeling but now he is certain. Taking off his shoes hastily and throwing his jacket on the hanger he sprinted into the living room just as the best part of the song started playing. “Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?” Both of you sang at the top of your lungs tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel into each other’s arms, the breakup song continuing its course. Olivia Rodrigo 1 Perfectly happy couple 0.
Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight supremacy (nsfw-ish/suggestive themes ahead!)
he traps you against the wall between both of his muscular arms, inching closer to your personal space so you wouldn’t have any chances of escaping. his usual spiky blond hair is down, droplets of water falling down and wetting him and yourself.
you involuntarily make yourself smaller than you already were with katsuki bakugo.
he looks like a predator taunting its helpless prey before they eventually feast on them. you see his lip tug upwards — a playful smirk. oh.
you want nothing more than to hide your face right now, and he’s out here having fun seeing you miserable.
“say it.”
he whispers near your ear, earning a shaky exhale from you when he lightly grazes his teeth on your earlobe.
refusing to succumb to his wish, you shake your head and placed your hands on his chest to push him away and create distance. your effort is futile though as he doesn’t even move from where he was standing.
curse his amazing sturdy ripped body. that tank top he’s wearing should be illegal.
“(y/n),”
he lets one of his hands wander agonizingly slow from your neck. your shoulder. on your arm. your waist. and then it stays still on the flat of your back. his gentle touches succeeds in making your body pliant for him. he hums in approval when he catches you staring at the way his mouth moved to say your name.
“i’m waiting.”
resisting becomes harder for you when he kneads softly at the area which his hand was on. he positions himself yet again closer to you until there’s no more space left in between you both. you could now feel his hot breath fanning your face more so than earlier. it begins to affect you, spreading the warmth he brings to your entire being.
“or would you rather let me force the words out of you?”
gulping harshly, you gathered the courage to gaze at his sharp dark crimson eyes (that’s already eyeing you so intensely you swear you can melt right there and then).
“k-katsuki,”
“yeah?”
you licked your bottom lip in nervousness. you see the way he huffs after your little action and how he pushes you more to him. gosh you really wish you could ignore the clear indication of katsuki’s want for you but it’s difficult when it’s obviously pressed up against you. and good lord it’s still as massive as ever. it’s embarassing how it starts making you rub your thighs together, excited for what it is that’ll soon happen.
you hate your body for betraying your goal to get out of this predicament you’ve found yourself in.
of course katsuki notices this — he always does from your reactions — and spares you the relentless teasing in favor of hearing you utter the words you ‘jokingly’ texted you said you’ll tell him in person. you should’ve known this explosive boyfriend of yours would do whatever it takes to get what he wants.
with your heart hammering loudly in your chest and your hands gripping tightly on his shirt, you shut your eyes and finally caved in.
“please make me your g-good little girl.”
you could only yelp in surprise when he suddenly hoists you up in the air, your legs and arms wrapping around his waist and neck for support. when you looked back down at him, katsuki’s red eyes were glowing with pure promise of chaos and mischief towards you. he sends you a deep chuckle with his gruff voice and runs his own tongue on his teeth, preening at the way you unconsciously let out a slight whimper.
“happy birthday to me.”
okay now please stop bothering my thoughts porcupine i feel bad for not posting anything on the april 20th *cries*
You blister the skin of his fingers, leave him rubbing the pads together- trying to replicate what the fire beneath your skin feels like.
And Bakugou will never say it out loud, not for all the fame and fortune and glory in the world, but he likes the way you make him itch. He likes the way bugs crawl up his arms at your breath against his collarbone. The way he always feels some raw, giddy thing clogging up his throat.
So he races to shuck off his uniform, rushes in the shower. All but trips over himself putting on a pair of boxers. He’s clean now, and he knows you much prefer him clean, but it’s been 3 entire weeks and Bakugou kind of wishes he could skip some of those steps.
You’re asleep when he finally sees you. Face pressed against his side of the bed, nuzzling into his pillow. Suddenly that raw thing stopping up his throat threatens to break.
He brings you in, a gently as he can. One hand at the base of your spine, pressing you against his chest as he lies down. The other cradles the back of your head, squirming until he can feel your breath just under his ear (where it should be). His pillow smells distinctly of you and Bakugou feels some integral part of his world realigning.
He feels you shift beneath his fingers. Just minutely. Just barely.
“Say a goddamn thing.” He warns into the dark. “I’ll get up right now.”
You smile against his neck. Wrap your arms around his broad back. “Mhm. I know. Mission go okay?”
“No. ‘m fine though.”
He feels his stomach go a little funny at the way you pull him even closer then. At the way you pet gently at his hair, soothing at the wisps of blonde just behind his ear.
“Oh, okay.” You sigh, and he can feel it against his neck. “So we’ll talk about it in the morning then.”
“‘m not talkin’ about shit.”
You just huff a laugh at that, and it feels like he’s falling through the Earth. The mission really had shaken him, regardless of what he refused to say, and something about the weight of you in his arms suddenly feels like everything - like the summation of all his sweat. Like the totality of all the raw power pooling in his palms, and what it means to finally love something more than the tingling in those fingertips.
He’d give it all up. Swears he would if you just asked - but you never do. You just kiss him. On the lips when he leaves, and on the forehead when he returns.
He feels it now too - that featherlight kiss against his forehead. You’re careful, never too much pressure.
Sometimes, when’s he tucked away in yet another too-cold corner of the world, Bakugou will touch his own forehead. Just two fingers against the center of his temple, for only a moment. It never feels the same. Not quite right, too much pressure; but he’s come to think of it as his good luck charm. Something to remind him to make it back home safely, no matter what the mission is.
“Missed you.” You’re blinking away some watery, tight thing, clearing your throat. “Felt like forever this time.”
He agrees. Can feel the full force of that agreement clogging up his own throat, but he’ll never let it tumble out. So he just scoffs, pinches lightly at the back of your leg that’s resting across him.
“Brat.” He mumbles against the crown of your head. Hopes you can’t feel the way his lip threatens to quiver. “Learn to be patient. I always fuckin’ come back, don’t I?”
“You do.”
“Mhm, so stop worryin’ so much.”
Moments like these, he wishes he could be a little softer. That he could offer you the “I missed you too” that you so obviously deserve. But he can’t. He tries, tries so hard, he swears he does, but the words never come out right.
“I’ll stop worrying if you will.” You say, and there’s some tiny, playful lilt that has his stomach filling up with dread. “Speaking of, Midoriya is such a sweet-heart, you know? Really kind about checking up on me these past few weeks.”
“Is he now?”
“Yeah. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Nope.”
You pinch his leg, and Bakugou feels his chest go molten. He thinks that you’re similar. That you match. It warms him all the way up inside.
The room goes quiet, and he lets you guide his head until he’s looking right into your eyes. You don’t say anything, but sometimes he likes this part the most. When all is said and done and you’re still looking back at him. It makes him feel like he’d finally done it. Like he’d finally completed whatever stressful, worrying task was still hanging over his head. Like he’d finally come home.
“Lets sleep.” You finally offer, voice a whisper. “You know, so you can wake up early? Catch the sunrise?”
There’s light filtering through the blinds. A halo around your face. Orange just beginning to filter through the white slats of the blinds.
The sun is already rising and Bakugou thinks he could never love anything but you ever again.
“Sounds good.” He bites his lip, looks away. “Almost perfect.”
“Almost?”
“You gotta wake up too.”
You squeal something happy, and he lays his hand over your mouth; unable to stomach the way such sounds always make his brain fuzz over.
You’re warm beneath his fingertips once more, and all at once everything is as it should be. That integral axis realigned.
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lmaooooo wrote that hc list n now i cant stop thinkin bout pro-hero!bakugou,,,, literally so down bad rn dhmu
- holds his spoon like a 4 yr old. like, hand curled into a fist around it. hunCHES OVER HIS FOOD LIKE AN ANIMAL TO SHOVEL IT INTO HIS MOUTH FASTER
- has never worn a belt willingly in his life,, will never wear one by choice. no matter how busted his pants look.
- when he gets the hiccups bakugou gets genuinely angry at himself. literally hitting his legs in frustration, face scrunching up n flaring red like he’s dying over sum goddamn hiccUPS
- i’m sorry but,,,, holDS HIS PHONE LIKE A BOOMER. literally 25 inches away from his face, minimum.always squinting at acronyms being used in the gc,, has to look them up on fucking urbAN DICTIONARY
- this man is constantly clenched up. i mean like, flat ass, square ass, pants dont fit right ass bc he’s clenching up both cheeks sm
- bakugou literally has a meltdown every single time theres a stray hair on him. like he just thinks it’s gross so he’s there trying to pick it off but it keeps sticking to his fingers and he’s shaking his wrist, practically breaking it while his face goes red like he’s gonna cry
- eats like a mf animal so bakugou gets food stuck in his teeth all the time. what makes it even worse is that he never waits to use a dental pick to remove the food, he’ll just stick his entire hand in his mouth and dig around while still at the table with u
- feels extremely pressured if u watch him tie his shoes,, so he fumbles over it like twice, at minimum,and then screams bloody murder at you to stop looking
- mf has entire arguments with people in his head and if bakugou isn’t careful, he will scream his retorts out loud
- puts the neck of his shirt in his mouth and chews. this happens every single time he sits down to watch tv. when he gets up he’s always got this giant dark spot on his shirt bc of his spit
- refuses to clip his toenails and tears them instead. tells u it’s “quicker” but its literally not and he looks like a child all curled up and picking at his feet
- one time y’all visited his home together and u watched mitsuki scream at him. bakugou hardly said anything during the argument (bc she’d literally sleep him if he did) but when he stormed back into ur room, he did shut the door behind him. Closed it gently instead slamming it like he clearly wanted to, and turned around to silently flip off his door like a child throwing a fit☹️
- you’ve seen this man ram his shoulder into just about every doorway on the planet. it might be that he’s not paying attention, or maybe he just has rlly poor spatial awareness, but either way bakugou is runnin into everything
- bakugou def has a favorite romance manga,,, which would be cute, except its actually not bc its a reverse harem one. and when he was younger, lil bakugou wrote all these notes in the margins just tearing all the male love interests apart. v much used that manga as a “what not to do” guide and physically wrote out comments about how he’s better than those guys and what he’d do instead
- cannot sing for the mf life of him,, but he refuses to admit defeat if y’all go out for karaoke w/ ur friends. just, gets up on stage, and completely embarrasses himself the second the mic is put in his hands. runs back to the table tho and genuinely thinks he did good
- i,, no i am so sorry for this one but its, like, its true,,, BAKUGOU COMES CRIMINALLY CLOSE TO EATING HIS SCABS. SOMETIMES HE ACTUALLY DOES (fight me on it idc, look me in the face and tell me im wrong. u cant bc im not wrong. just think about it for literally half a second)
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pls y’all im begging u, drop me some bakugou icks of ur own ,,,, im literally fueledTM by how weird he is
⁰⁰⁴.notes:HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! i hope this fic is enough to celebrate his birthday <33
The tiring day made the pro hero exhausted. Tons of events have happened; he rescued a civilian from a train; he defeated at least seven villains on his way and another three villains on his way home. He was all mommy and daddy and he even got a burn from his arm and neck.
His Team wrapped him with bandages and with a little help from recovery girl, who surprisingly is still alive due to her age, nonetheless, the world is advanced after all. Lots of experiments and medicines, and quirks that may have benefactor types to make your lifespan even longer.
He opened the room that you both shared and saw you sleeping peacefully. It was late after all. He dragged himself to the shower because the dirt in his body made him all uncomfortable, he was a clean freak.
He got out of the shower and dried himself. Soon, he lays down with you and falls asleep in an instant.
“Katsuki..”
He felt his body shaking softly. He slowly opened his eyes to see you on top of him. Your hair was resting on your shoulders, and you were wearing one of his shirts. “Katsuki…” you whisper-yelled.
He let out a groan and got up with his back leaning against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes, “idiot, it’s fucking late…” he said.
His eyes started to get clear, he saw a faint warm light beside the bedside table. You took the small plate with a slice of a cake with a candle on the top. “I know, this is not too much of a birthday gift but I wanted to greet you first, Happy birthday katsuki.”
A small smile formed on your face. The lights of the candle reflected on his ruby eyes, and glistened to the small yet special greeting you just did.
In his life, blasting away, and fighting was only in his mind. A guy like him who was accustomed to violence and straightforwardness, he doesn’t mind going home with you, welcoming him.
“Come on now katsuki, make a wish and blow out the candles!” You said in an excited tone. He closed his eyes for a good 5 seconds and blew the candle. He took the plate and placed it on the bedside table.
He pulled you closer. You were now sitting on his lap. For a pro, he’ll carry you as if you’re light as a feather. He held your face closer to his, giving a slow kiss.
The moment he closed his eyes before he blew out the candle, he was never a man of sweet words. But rather, he chose to keep it to himself, hoping it’ll come true.
⁰⁰⁴.notes:HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! i hope this fic is enough to celebrate his birthday <33
The tiring day made the pro hero exhausted. Tons of events have happened; he rescued a civilian from a train; he defeated at least seven villains on his way and another three villains on his way home. He was all mommy and daddy and he even got a burn from his arm and neck.
His Team wrapped him with bandages and with a little help from recovery girl, who surprisingly is still alive due to her age, nonetheless, the world is advanced after all. Lots of experiments and medicines, and quirks that may have benefactor types to make your lifespan even longer.
He opened the room that you both shared and saw you sleeping peacefully. It was late after all. He dragged himself to the shower because the dirt in his body made him all uncomfortable, he was a clean freak.
He got out of the shower and dried himself. Soon, he lays down with you and falls asleep in an instant.
“Katsuki..”
He felt his body shaking softly. He slowly opened his eyes to see you on top of him. Your hair was resting on your shoulders, and you were wearing one of his shirts. “Katsuki…” you whisper-yelled.
He let out a groan and got up with his back leaning against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes, “idiot, it’s fucking late…” he said.
His eyes started to get clear, he saw a faint warm light beside the bedside table. You took the small plate with a slice of a cake with a candle on the top. “I know, this is not too much of a birthday gift but I wanted to greet you first, Happy birthday katsuki.”
A small smile formed on your face. The lights of the candle reflected on his ruby eyes, and glistened to the small yet special greeting you just did.
In his life, blasting away, and fighting was only in his mind. A guy like him who was accustomed to violence and straightforwardness, he doesn’t mind going home with you, welcoming him.
“Come on now katsuki, make a wish and blow out the candles!” You said in an excited tone. He closed his eyes for a good 5 seconds and blew the candle. He took the plate and placed it on the bedside table.
He pulled you closer. You were now sitting on his lap. For a pro, he’ll carry you as if you’re light as a feather. He held your face closer to his, giving a slow kiss.
The moment he closed his eyes before he blew out the candle, he was never a man of sweet words. But rather, he chose to keep it to himself, hoping it’ll come true.
