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Welcome to the second of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Our second boy up is Katuski Bakugou with the candy heart saying “Kiss Me”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt: Katsuki Bakugo loves you, he knows he does, but just why is he having trouble saying it? No matter how many times the two of you are alone and the scene is just right, he gets too in his head and can’t say it. So, what else can he do?
A/N: Here is the second fic about our dear, beloved, Katsuki Bakugou! So sorry this one took a little bit longer, but you all can now expcet one of these works almost every day now - how else am I gonna get them all done before the 14th? The day of all days? I hope you all enjoy, and as always, just comment or message me if you’d like to be added to the masterlist! ENJOY!!!
Word Count: 1.6K
He was an A+ student. An example of perfection. A winner. Katsuki Bakugou was not a quitter. But, right now, he sure as hell felt like one. He loves you with a kind of love he didn’t think he’d ever be able to feel, and he thinks of you - often. When Ectoplasm is droning on about anti-derivatives and random numbers to the power of 4, his mind wanders and takes a trip to wherever you are. In training, sometimes he catches a quick glance of you and then he can’t remember what he was going to do next. And at night, right before he goes to bed and closes his eyes, he sees your smile - and then he can’t sleep. So, he has to do homework, or workout, or something. Anything he could possibly think of to get you out of his mind, but dammit, he just can’t. It scares him sometimes, to think that there is such a person who captures so much of his attention. But if he’d had to pick someone, he’d pick you every time.
There was something about the way you held yourself that made him so attracted to you. Your confidence never reached a level of arrogance - something he struggled with, even though he didn’t care to admit it. Your leadership capabilities were strong and sound, rivaling both him and the class representative. And your power - your athleticism and efficiency in training and on the battlefield was admirable. Bakugou had met his match in you.
The sun felt nice as the two of you were laying in the greenspace just to the side of Heights Alliance, relishing in a moment of peace. It had been Bakugou’s idea, actually, to get away from the clamor that was the common room, what with board game arguments running rampant and debates over homework answers. It was nice outside. Calm. Unlike most people, you could attribute those adjectives to time spent with Bakugou.
Your eyes were closed as your face was up towards the sun and there was a relaxed smile on your face. It had been a little while since either you or Bakugou had spoken, so you opened one of your eyes to get a peek of him, trying to see if he had fallen asleep. To your surprise, his gaze was trained on yours and then flicked away the second he saw you look at him. You let your eyelid flutter closed again, but a larger smile spreads across your face.
“What, do I have something on my face?” You say, already knowing you don’t.
“You know you don’t, you just want me to know that you knew I was looking at you.” Bakugou retorts warmly, seemingly reading your mind. You laugh a bit and roll to your side so you could meet his eyeline more easily and he does the same. Crimson meets Y/E/C.
Bakugou’s face is placated but his mind is in turmoil. Why can’t he just end all this and say it? He knows, or is at least 98% sure, that you have feelings for him. But, what he also knows, is that he has to be the one to say those three little words. And it wasn’t in some weird, backwards, gender stereotyped way that he had to be the one to say it, but it was because he needed to be the one to commit. You didn’t have a problem with committing to a relationship, and since you’ve known him, he’s given no indication of even wanting a relationship. So, now, he has to buck up and do it.
“What rusty gear is trying to move around in there,” you say, poking his forehead. He shakes his head a bit and grabs the hand you had raised towards it, keeping his palm enclosed around yours. You smiled a bit and shimmied your body a bit closer to his. The grass was tickling your legs and the warm breeze was swirling around you but the only thing that was making you feel something. You take a deep breath, then exhale.
“Katsuki, I-”
“Shut it.” He says quickly, squeezing your hand a bit to satiate the sting that his words left. Your eyes were wide, though, as he cut you off. His gaze flickers with a bit of regret from his word choice and his lips fight a frown. “I know what you’re gonna say.”
“Then just let me say it.” You murmur, slipping your hand out of his to instead mess with the grass. You pluck out blades and then pick those apart, leaving a litter of green on the ground. He takes you in one last time. The sundress you have on is pretty - something you don’t wear normally. The fabric spills around both of your sides, rumpling it a bit and ensuring that you’ll need to iron it out. Your knees are grass-stained along with your fingers, the pale green rubbing onto your skin to give it a somewhat sickly hue. It made you seem so real, so tangible. How can anyone like you truly be real? But his hand was on yours. Your knees are almost touching his. And the way he can almost see the pores on your face, the individual lashes adorning your gorgeous Y/E/C eyes…
“Close your eyes.” He says, receiving narrowed brows from you. You propped your head up with your elbow and your Y/H/C hair cascades around your shoulders.
“Why.” You say.
“Just do it.” Bakugou sighs.
“No, I wanna know your reasoning.” You insist. Another reason why Bakugou likes you - you push his buttons.
“Because if I’m gonna say, I need you to close your eyes. Makes me nervous when you look at me like that.” He admits, avoiding your eye-contact. Bakugou catches the shock and excitement in your expression, and so quickly, you close your eyes. His breathing grows more shallow by the second as he looks at you. Wherever the two of you have been within your friendship, it has been teetering towards a romance for what felt like forever, and he just wants to see you once more when you’re just his friend. It’s weird how he feels bittersweet about the whole thing - obviously, he wants more with you. He wants the late movie nights with you tucked under his arm, the dinner dates to that takoyaki place, the hiking trips to the tops of mountains where the both of you feel like you’re at the top of the world. But this Y/N - the one who is so nervous yet so thrilled to hear your first “I love you” from him. You are so, stupidly adorable. He thinks, shaking his head a bit.
Unfortunately, he can’t give you what you want. But maybe he can give you something better. He moves himself so that he’s so, so close to you and his nose is now inches from yours. Still oblivious to his intentions, you pout a bit.
“So are you gonna say it or-” In true, Katsuki fashion, his lips press to yours before you can finish your sentence. You inhale greatly through your nose and your eyes fly open, effectively breaking the one rule Bakugou had set for this whole thing. Your hand cards through his soft, blonde hair and pulls at it a bit. In return, Katsuki cups your cheek sweetly with his hand, rubbing his thumb softly across your smooth skin. It’s languid, the way he kisses you. Like he has all the time in the world with you here, so you just give in and sink into the kiss. You let yourself fall back across the earth while Katsuki slowly falls on top of you, his other hand holding your waist right where, if he moved his fingers a couple of inches to the right, it’d tickle.
It feels so right. Having his lips against yours, his hair in your hands, the both of you sharing each others’ breaths. Finally, he gives you a peck one, two, three times before he pulls back completely.
“That get the message across?” He says, slightly breathless. You can’t help but beam, making the skin on your nose and around your eyes crinkle.
“I dunno, maybe I want to hear it,” you giggle, rolling the both of you so that you are now laying on top of him. You sweep his hair off of his face and place a kiss to the place on his forehead that rarely shows itself. He rolls his eyes playfully and wraps both of his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to him. Bakugou’s nose brushes against your ear.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, gaining a shiver from you. You sigh in content and place a hand lightly atop his chest, playing with the fabric of his soft, cotton shirt.
“And I love you. Now,” you say, grabbing his face with both your hands. “Kiss me.”
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Edit: I’m not referring to the Bak-u-go theory, I just think the 2nd and Katsuki are deliberately similar and that the latter’s gonna end up looking like the former
I wrote this on the fly because there’s no way I’m missing boom boom boy’s birthday.
Ya know that trope where Person A kisses Person B as a distraction/to keep them hidden from the enemy?
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Katsuki Bakugou x gn! Reader
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You had imagined your first kiss with Katsuki Bakugou a million different ways.
Sometimes it was romantic. A walk on the beach, his cheeks rosy with sunburn and blush, hands tucked in his pockets and watching you admire the waves before taking your hand, pulling you close, and kissing you gently.
Sometimes it was angry. You’d pissed him off one too many times and he had hadit, palms sparking as he backed you up against a wall, his eyes shifting from your petrified glance down to your lips before pushing in and laying one on you.
Sometimes it was normal. At the end of the second date, when he’d be walking you back to your apartment after the movie ended, fidgeting outside your door and trying to figure out how to tell you goodnight, rolling his eyes as you teased him and cupping your cheeks, the light press of his lips on yours silencing all doubt.
As far as you were concerned, kissing him was only that. A fantasy. It probably wouldn’t happen and even if it did, it would probably happen in one of the above situations, somewhere safe and guarded where you could be alone and yourselveswith each other. Not during a mission.
To be fair, Katsuki was a quick thinker. The mission was to stay incognito and unnoticeable, to make it out alive with the intel you’d risked your lives to gather. So it made sense that, when the suspected supervillain turned your way, Katuski had to do somethingto keep your covers from being blown. And if your first kiss together was collateral damage in saving your lives, then you couldn’t rightly complain.
Katsuki grabbed your cheeks and yanked you around, turning his back to the villain marching your way. Despite the crowd of people and your civilian disguises you still felt so exposed, a strike of fear you hadn’t felt since your early days of training, but then his lips were on yours and it evaporated in the heat of his touch. Harsh though his kiss was, he was standing in front of you, shielding you, and you were his eyes, an unspoken agreement that you would watch until the suspect walked away. Even when he had you took a few more moments to enjoy what you thought would never be—your mission partner’s hands on your skin, kissing you rough, all teeth and tongue and dizzying until you closed your eyes and focused on him.
“Oi, dumbass, you’re supposed to be watching out for him.”
Katsuki was glaring at you when you looked at him, red eyes piercing and cynical, but there was a softness in the way he brushed an eyelash from your face that softened the moment.
“He’s still there,” you lied, and shot upwards to kiss him again.
Katsuki half-laughed into your mouth. Grabbing the unzipped sides of his jacket, you pulled him closer, kissing him tighter, until the bill of his cap bonkedinto your forehead and you let go, reaching a hand into the soft spikes of hair beneath.
He pulled away with a harsh nip to your lower lip. A warning, a promise for later.
“Danger’s passed. Let’s go get him.”
Woozy, you pointed in the villain’s direction, and instead of bolting on his own, Katuski took your hand, threading it with his, and pulled you with him.
Gritty and growling, the kiss was better than you had ever fantasized—even if it was fake.
AU where Izuku is literally a mouse but he still wants to be a hero so he teams up w/ Kirishima to pull a Ratatouille to get into & stay in UA. Also Bakugo keeps trying to prove that Kirishima is being piloted by a mouse but it’s just Izuku trying to set Bakugo & Kirishima up on a date
i love this someone should write it
Someone please give me this before I’m forced to do it myself
✧･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.
I had this in mind since I first read Ch. 318, I’m so sorry I’m like this lol.
English isn’t my first language, so I had no idea what “bolster” meant and ofc the first thing that came to my mind was lobster…
Sooo here we are, Deku and his lobster Kacchan. Imma draw some small things for this AU just to mess around with poor Katsuki and his angry lobster face!
Ah yes, not me forgetting to post to Tumblr AGAIN.
Anyhow, I’m working on a Pro Hero AU! This was initially going to be a comic for Bakugou’s Bday, but I ended up erasing the whole idea and diving into full angst mode (jk it’s not THAT angsty really).
