#Ground zero

[skyahri]

Dream Girl |Katsuki Bakugou X Reader| Drabble

Summary: If you were to ask what his dream girl was like.

Warnings: None! 100% fluff

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If you were to ask fourteen-year-old Katsuki what his dream girl was like, he would've laughed in your face. He was going to be a hero. There was no time or need for romance in his life.

If you were to ask seventeen-year-old, post-war Katsuki what his dream girl was like, he would've scoffed. He just saved the world from the big bad and someone's asking him about his love life? Can't they read the room?

If you were to ask twenty-one-year-old Katsuki what his dream girl was like, he'd tell you he was too busy to even consider it. He's currently ranked fourteenth in the charts and still has a long way to go before he can even consider letting up.

If you were to ask twenty-four-year-old Katsuki what his dream girl was like, he'd only shrug. He's currently ranked second, only behind Deku, and heading an agency with Red Riot. Things are going well and he can finally take a breath.

If you were to ask twenty-six-year-old Katsuki what his dream girl was like, he'd only blush. This was the first time the question wasn't met with immediate anger, and everyone knew it was a sign.

If you were to ask twenty-seven-year-old Katsuki what his dream girl was like, he'd tell you to mind your business. Why is everyone suddenly so nosy anyway?

But, if you were to ask drunk! twenty-seven-year-old Katsuki what his dream girl was like, he'd ramble off a mess of characteristics and behaviors that could only describe you.

If you were to ask twenty-nine-year-old Katsuki what his dream girl was like, he'd say your name with no hesitation. You were his girlfriend after all.

If you were to ask thirty two year old Katsuki what his dream girl was like, well-

They'd see him standing at the alter, hands holding yours and an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. His vows were hastily shoved into the right pocket of his tux, waiting to be read aloud in front of his friends and family, who will no doubt tease him for it later.

They'd see him pull you into a kiss that might have been a tad much for an event with so much family. You'd pull away and chuckle against his lips, sharing a few words that only the two of you could hear amidst the cheering.

They'd see the two of you leave the venue in a rented car. He hasn't told you where you're going yet, but you know it'll be perfect. He's spent the last five years getting to know you inside and out, and this is just the beginning of how he plans to show you how well he's been listening.

[dee-writes-anime]

Hiiii

If you’re not doing requests then feel free to ignore this, or if you dont wanna do this ignore or delete this if you’d like! I was wondering if you could possibly do bakugo x fem! Hawks daughter! Reader if possible?? She has wings like him but instead reader has large black wings? And if possible telekinesis?😖 I dont have a specific idea in mind but if possible they could be meeting for the first time or if they’re like together if you’re okay with that! Feel free to ignore or not do it if you’re not comfortable!!

Eat and drink! Have a good one ☺️

Bound by Blast Zones

FEATURING Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

SUMMARY Bakugo takes a liking (?) to Hawks' daughter

CONTENT WARNINGS Bakugo being Bakugo, brief descriptions of fighting, violence, BANTERRRR, fluff, angst (if you blink, you'll miss it)

AUTHORS NOTE this ask has had me in a chokehold ever since I read it!! This was the cutest idea and the opportunity for banter had me on the edge of my seat! thank you so so so so much @montybooks for sharing this beautiful idea! <3

The streets of Musutafu were alive with chaos. Sirens wailed in the distance, and smoke coiled into the sky like jagged scars against the blue. Bakugo Katsuki skidded to a halt in the middle of the destruction, the sharp scent of burnt concrete filling his lungs. Another villain down, another notch in his belt—but the work wasn’t over yet. His crimson eyes scanned the wreckage, searching for any lingering threats or bystanders in need of evacuation.

The faint sound of wings slicing through the air snapped his attention skyward. A shadow darted across the sun, moving with precision and speed that rivaled any aerial hero he’d seen. His brow furrowed as the figure grew closer, the sun’s glare giving way to the sight of massive black wings. The sheer size of them was impressive, the way they moved even more so—controlled, purposeful, like every beat was calculated.

The figure descended gracefully, landing with a gust of wind that sent dust and debris swirling. When the air cleared, Bakugo’s scowl deepened, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. She stood before him, black wings folding neatly behind her back. Her dark hero suit hugged her form, the utility belt and protective padding marking her as someone who didn’t just rely on her quirk but understood the battlefield. Her posture was relaxed, almost casual, but there was an undeniable sharpness in her gaze—the kind that told him she didn’t miss much.

“Bakugo Katsuki?” Her voice cut through the noise around them. It was smooth, but it carried a subtle weight, a confidence that made him bristle.

“Tch. Who’s askin’?” he snapped, crossing his arms. His eyes darted to her wings, the sheer span of them making it impossible not to stare. They were nothing like Hawks’—darker, more imposing, less of a symbol and more of a statement.

She didn’t flinch at his tone, her lips curling into a faint smirk instead. “Blackwing. My dad said I might run into you.”

The name struck him like a stray spark. He narrowed his eyes. “Your dad?” His mind raced to piece it together, but when she tilted her head just slightly, her golden-brown eyes catching the light, it clicked.

“Wait… you’re Hawks’ kid?”

“Guilty as charged,” she replied, her smirk widening. “And you’re the guy who’s always yelling in the headlines.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” he growled, though the faint heat rising in his cheeks betrayed his irritation. He’d spent years perfecting his hero image, but having it boiled down to “yelling” was infuriating.

“Relax, it’s a compliment,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “You’ve got a hell of a reputation. Dad said you’re… intense.”

“Damn right I am.” He straightened, puffing out his chest. “What’s it to you?”

Instead of answering, she crouched and raised her hand, her fingers splaying as if gripping something invisible. Bakugo watched as a chunk of debris—easily the size of a car door—lifted into the air. His eyes widened slightly as the slab hovered for a moment before she gently set it aside, clearing the path for the emergency workers. The air around her seemed to hum faintly as she stood, brushing her hands off.

“Wings and telekinesis? What are you, some kinda overachiever?” he muttered, trying to mask his genuine surprise with his usual snark.

She shrugged. “Guess I’m just efficient. Not bad for someone who’s ‘stealing the spotlight,’ huh?”

“I didn’t say that,” he snapped, though the edge in his voice softened slightly. There was something about her—her confidence, her ease on the battlefield—that he couldn’t ignore. Most people folded under his glare or tried too hard to impress him. She, on the other hand, acted like she had nothing to prove. It was… frustrating. And intriguing.

They worked in silence for a while, clearing debris and checking for civilians. He caught himself glancing at her more than he’d like to admit. The way her wings moved, instinctively shielding others from falling rubble, or the way her telekinesis allowed her to lift objects with the kind of precision he’d only ever seen in machines—it all made her stand out.

When the last of the wreckage was cleared and the villains were hauled away, Bakugo stood at the edge of the scene, watching as she spoke to one of the rescue workers. Her posture was still relaxed, but her wings shifted slightly, their dark feathers catching the light. He wondered what it was like to have that kind of presence—to be someone who could fly above the chaos and still keep control.

“You gonna keep starin’, or are you gonna say something?” Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She was looking at him now, one brow raised, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“I wasn’t starin’,” he shot back, scowling.

“Sure you weren’t,” she teased, her smirk returning. She stepped closer, her wings folding tightly against her back. “You’re not as scary as Dad made you out to be, you know.”

“Scary?” he repeated, his voice rising. “Who the hell said I was tryin’ to be scary? I’m a pro hero, not some damn—”

“Relax, Ground Zero,” she interrupted, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “You’re good at what you do. I’ll give you that.”

The unexpected praise caught him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He settled for a gruff, “Damn right I am.”

She laughed, a sound that was surprisingly soft given her sharp demeanor. “Maybe I’ll see you around, Bakugo. Try not to blow up too much in the meantime.” With that, she spread her wings and took off, the powerful beats kicking up dust as she soared into the sky.

Bakugo watched her disappear into the horizon, his scowl softening into something more thoughtful. She was annoying, sure. Cocky, like her old man. But there was something about her that stuck with him—something he couldn’t quite put into words.

“Blackwing, huh?” he muttered to himself, his lips twitching into the faintest of smirks. “Tch. Show-off.”

Weeks later, the crisp scent of autumn clung to the air as Bakugo trudged toward the staging area for his latest mission. The briefing had been clear: a rogue villain group with dangerous quirks was causing havoc in an abandoned factory outside the city. The task sounded simple enough—neutralize the villains, secure the hostages—but Bakugo had learned long ago that simplicity on paper rarely translated to reality.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. Leaning against one of the transport vehicles, Blackwing looked every bit as casual as if she were waiting for a coffee order, her massive black wings folded lazily behind her. She tilted her head slightly when she spotted him, her smirk almost a challenge.

“You following me, Blackwing?” he barked, hefting his gear onto his shoulder with an exaggerated grunt.

“Please,” she replied, pushing off the vehicle with a fluid grace that irritated him for reasons he couldn’t explain. “You’re not that interesting. Besides, it looks like we’re stuck together for this one.”

“Tch. Great,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders as he turned his attention to the briefing officer. Despite his grumbling, there was an undeniable flicker of anticipation in his chest. Watching her on the field would give him something to focus on other than the noise in his own head.

The mission went sideways almost immediately.

The villains had fortified their position far better than expected, filling the factory with traps designed to incapacitate heroes. A dull orange glow filled the air as fires from earlier skirmishes crackled in the background, and the acrid stench of melted plastic and singed wood burned Bakugo’s nose.

He blasted through the front entrance, his explosions precise and deafening, but even his confidence took a hit when he saw the maze of barriers and booby traps ahead. Before he could charge in recklessly, Blackwing swooped past him, her wings kicking up a gust that momentarily cleared the smoke.

“Try not to set off every alarm in the place,” she called over her shoulder, already scanning the area with an analytical eye.

“I don’t need your advice!” he barked, but she was already moving.

Using her telekinesis, she disarmed traps with a finesse that made his blunt approach look almost amateur. Pieces of debris floated and shifted under her command, clearing paths for them to maneuver while neutralizing hidden explosives.

“You know,” she said as she floated a metal tripwire mechanism safely out of their path, “you could try being a little less predictable. You might even survive longer.”

“Shut up,” he snapped, vaulting over a barricade. “I’ve got this under control.”

It was a half-truth at best. As much as Bakugo hated to admit it, having her there was an advantage. She moved with calculated precision, her wings shielding her from attacks and her telekinesis providing a level of support he rarely experienced. She wasn’t just cleaning up after him—she was complementing his chaos with her control, and it made him grit his teeth in both irritation and reluctant admiration.

At one point, a villain dropped from the rafters above him, aiming a serrated knife at his unprotected back. Bakugo twisted too late, bracing for impact, but the attacker stopped mid-air, their body suspended in an invisible grip.

“Seriously?” Blackwing’s voice cut through the tension as she yanked the villain away with a flick of her wrist, slamming them into a wall hard enough to leave them unconscious. “You’re welcome.”

Bakugo glared at her, heat rising to his cheeks. “I didn’t need your help.”

“Sure you didn’t,” she replied, her smirk returning as she turned to the next obstacle. “You’re lucky I’m here to keep you alive.”

They fought side by side for the rest of the mission, their synergy growing despite the occasional snide comment. By the time they reached the hostages and secured the villains, Bakugo found himself begrudgingly impressed.

As they walked back to the staging area, adrenaline still thrumming through his veins, she nudged him lightly with her elbow. “Not bad, Ground Zero. Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Tch. Don’t get used to it,” he muttered, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The hero gala was every bit as obnoxious as Bakugo had expected—too many people, too much chatter, and absolutely no peace. He tugged at the collar of his suit jacket, already regretting letting Kirishima drag him here. The red-haired idiot had insisted that it was a great opportunity to make connections, but Bakugo had his own opinion: a waste of time.

Scowling, he scanned the room, trying to find the least crowded corner. The ballroom was grand, glittering chandeliers hanging high above polished floors, but all he could think about was how suffocating it felt. That was until he saw her.

She wasn’t in her usual hero suit, but the sight of her was just as commanding. The sleek black dress she wore hugged her figure in a way that was both elegant and effortless, while her dark wings draped behind her like a cloak. They caught the light with every slight movement, drawing attention despite her attempts to remain inconspicuous. She stood near the edge of the room, her posture as casual as ever, but her sharp eyes missed nothing.

“Don’t tell me you actually clean up,” Bakugo blurted as he approached her, his usual filter nonexistent.

She turned slowly, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “And don’t tell me you actually know how to talk to people without growling.”

He bristled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I talk just fine.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Nice to see you too, Ground Zero.”

“Tch. Didn’t think this was your scene,” he muttered, his gaze drifting to her wings. Even in a room full of heroes, she stood out.

“Ditto,” she shot back. “But even I can play nice when I have to.”

They ended up gravitating toward the same quiet corner, away from the noise and spectacle. Bakugo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while she sipped on a glass of champagne, her wings shifting slightly as she adjusted her stance. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, though it was charged with something Bakugo couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“So, how’s the hero gig treating you?” she asked eventually, breaking the silence.

“Fine,” he replied curtly. “Same as always. Blow up some villains, save the day.”

“Charming,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Do you ever try to make a good impression, or is this just your thing?”

“I don’t need to impress anyone,” he snapped, though there was no real bite to his words. “What about you? Enjoying your dad’s shadow?”

Her expression flickered, just for a moment, before she shrugged. “I’m used to it. Comes with the wings, I guess.”

Bakugo frowned, realizing too late that his comment had hit deeper than he intended. “You’re not just ‘Hawks’ kid,’ you know,” he said gruffly. “You’re good. Real good.”

She blinked, clearly caught off guard by the rare compliment. Then, she smiled—a small, genuine curve of her lips that made something in his chest tighten. “Thanks, Ground Zero. That almost sounded sincere.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he grumbled, but the tension in his shoulders eased slightly.

As the night wore on, their conversation shifted. They talked about the absurdity of gala events, swapped stories of ridiculous villains they’d faced, and even argued over who had the more annoying fans. It was the most relaxed Bakugo had felt in a long time, though he’d never admit it out loud.

By the time the event began winding down, he found himself reluctant to leave. She turned to him, tilting her head slightly. “You know, you’re not as bad as you make yourself out to be.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re not as annoying as I thought you’d be,” he replied, smirking.

“Careful, that almost sounded like a compliment,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes, but there was no heat behind it. “Whatever.”

As she started to walk away, her wings brushing lightly against his shoulder, she glanced back at him. “See you around, Bakugo.”

He watched her go, the noise of the gala fading into the background. For once, he didn’t mind the chaos. Not when she was part of it.

Years later, Bakugo stood in front of the mirror, scowling at his reflection as he adjusted his tie for what felt like the hundredth time. The fabric refused to sit right, and every attempt to fix it seemed to make it worse. His palms felt clammy, a sensation he despised, and the faint sound of chatter filtering in from outside the room only worsened his irritation.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her sitting on the edge of their bed, her black wings folded neatly behind her. She wasn’t doing anything in particular, just watching him, her golden-brown eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection. She’d always had that maddening ability to look completely unbothered, no matter the circumstances.

“Hard to believe you’re nervous,” she teased, the corner of her lips quirking up in a smirk that still managed to rile him up after all this time.

“I’m not nervous,” he snapped, tugging at the knot of his tie yet again. The way his hands fumbled with the fabric, though, betrayed him. He wasn’t one to show weakness, but something about today was different. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but the weight of the moment pressed on him in a way he couldn’t shake.

She stood, crossing the room in a few easy steps. Her wings shifted as she moved, brushing lightly against the edges of the furniture. Without saying a word, she took over, her fingers deftly fixing the tie with the ease of someone who’d done it a dozen times before. Her hands lingered for a moment as she smoothed his lapels, her touch grounding him in a way nothing else could.

“You’re gonna be fine,” she said softly, her voice steady and sure. It was the same tone she’d used on countless missions, the same quiet confidence that had drawn him to her all those years ago. “We both are.”

He huffed, crossing his arms as she stepped back to look him over. “Tch. You’re way too calm about this.”

“That’s why we work,” she replied, her smirk softening into a genuine smile. “One of us has to be.”

His eyes flickered to her wings, the same imposing, beautiful black feathers that had once made her an unforgettable silhouette on a chaotic battlefield. Those wings had shielded him more times than he cared to count, but it wasn’t just the wings—it was her. The woman who’d gone from being a rival to a partner, from an annoyance to the most important part of his life.

The memory of their first meeting flashed through his mind: her sharp wit, her infuriating smirk, the way she’d effortlessly saved his ass while making him feel like she hadn’t even broken a sweat. And then the missions after that, where they’d learned how to move as a unit, her precision balancing out his explosive power. The late nights, the quiet moments, the laughter and arguments and everything in between—it had all led to this.

He glanced at her again, taking in the way her dress hugged her form, the subtle shimmer of her feathers in the light, the way her eyes held him steady even now. She looked like she belonged in the sky, untouchable, and yet here she was, tethered to him.

“You look good,” she said, breaking him from his thoughts. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, her touch steadying him even as his mind raced. “Even if you can’t tie a damn tie to save your life.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, though the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “You don’t look half bad either.”

She laughed, a sound that still made his chest feel a little lighter, no matter the circumstances. “High praise from you, Ground Zero.”

“Don’t push it.”

As they prepared to step out of the room, the noise from outside growing louder, Bakugo couldn’t help but glance at her one last time. She caught his gaze, her head tilting slightly in question.

“What?” she asked, her brow arching.

He hesitated, the words forming in his throat feeling too soft, too vulnerable for someone like him. But as he looked at her, at the woman who’d been there through every explosion, every triumph and failure, he let himself say it anyway.

“I’m glad it’s you,” he muttered, his voice low but steady.

Her eyes softened, and she reached for his hand, her fingers lacing through his. “Always.”

As they stepped out to face the world together—whether it was a high-stakes mission, a major announcement, or their wedding day—Bakugo couldn’t help but reflect on how far they’d come. She wasn’t just his partner on the battlefield; she was his partner in every sense of the word. And as much as he hated to admit it, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[katszumi]

as the year was coming to a close, it also meant christmas was coming closer.

you were quite fond of this time of year. you were entranced of the green, red and white lights that spread throughout the city. trees decorated with all sorts of ornaments being found at every corner of the streets. how could someone not be enamored of the christmas spirit?

or at least, you knew one person.

bakugou katsuki wasn’t the most spirited person and everyone was aware of it too. but as his assistant, you were given the idea of doing a secret santa with those that worked in his agency.

you were expected to be greeted with one of his usual explosions but surprisingly he agreed without hesitation. quickly you left his office before he could take it back and began the preparations for it.

since you had organized the event, you were aware of who each person had. of course you had to pair mei, the accountant, with her crush, shin’ichi. there wasn’t another perfect way to confess her adoration for him.

weeks had passed for people to prepare gifts for their secret santa and suddenly, the date crept up on them. christmas eve was here, the final day people were in office, so the reveal of secret santa had dawned on them.

since everyone had different schedules, everyone wouldn’t be able to meet at the same time. instead, everyone was told to switch their gifts with another person so that person could place the gift on the designated persons desk, so then no one really knew who had who.

the morning of, the agency was filled with utter surprise and excitement. usually the atmosphere in ground zero’s agency was dim. either the work was piling up or it was too early in the morning to be so chipper. but with the magic of christmas, the spirits were lifted.

you ambled to bakugou’s office, a hum emitting from you. he had to have open his gift by now considering it was nearly noon. you wondered if he would like the gifts that you purchased for him.

you knew it was selfish to put the person you also adored for your secret santa. but you figured it didn’t matter since you went through all of the planning for it, so you had the right to choose whoever you wanted, right?

you knocked on his closed door twice before entering.

“good morning, katsuki.” you greeted him with a small smile on your face.

bakugou sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in confusion. your eyes scanned the area; there were journals and papers sprawled around in a mess. his desk was messy.

it was an eyesore to look at.

but it was an even more eyesore to notice that the gifts you personally placed on his desk were sitting in the corner unopened.

“secret santa is today,” you mentioned as if he didn’t know. “why didn’t you open your gift?”

gruffly, he responded, “too much work to get done.”

“opening and appreciating a gift takes less than two minutes.” irritation was clearly laced in your voice. fortunately, it didn’t go unheard from bakugou. he peeled his eyes off of his work and looked at you.

the male loosened his grip on his pen, giving you all of his attention. the sudden urge to slip away from this situation purged through your body, but you strengthened your legs, demanding yourself not to back down from his immense stare.

“is this gift that important to you?” it felt like he was teasing you. surely he couldn’t know you were the one that had him for secret santa when he didn’t even open his gift!

masking a strong look, you cleared your throat, “just want you to enjoy yourself on this christmas, bakugou. you deserve to have fun and not be consumed with work all the time. allow yourself to appreciate those around you and what you do have.” bakugou slowly nodded. “now, i must go to my office if that’s alright with you.”

bakugou chuckled to himself, a small grin forming. “granted.” was all he had to say. you turned on your heel and left him be.

meanwhile on the walk back to your office, you murmured under your breath. you were angry that you spent so much on him just for him to not even be curious of the gifts that were beautifully arranged on his desk.

how much of an asshole did he have to be? he couldn’t even open a gift for two seconds to appreciate the thoughtfulness someone put in for him. you scoffed, that was definitely the last time he would be included for a secret santa.

once you made your arrival to your office, you noticed the way the door was ajar. it had reminded you that someone still had you for secret santa.

removing bakugou’s impertinent attitude from your memory, you pushed the door open.

your eyes fell on the christmas floral bouquet that was on your desk along with a box. immediately you rushed over to look at what resided inside the box. your eyes made out a heart-shaped necklace that had your initial graved into it. next to it was a candle, one that was your favorite scent. instinctively, you began to open the candle to get a whiff of it.

you didn’t remember putting this on the secret santa list, so how in the world did someone manage to get your favorite scent spot on? only those who had been in your apartment before would’ve known.

and the only person that has been is..

inside the candle was a note. you whipped it out, unraveling its trifold.

i’m not the best at shopping but tonight let me show you i’m a better cook than doing things like this. i appreciate you a lot. you’re a good assistant or whatever. also, i knew you had me for secret santa from the get-go. you’re not the best at keeping secrets.

— katsuki

“he KNEW?” you yelped. you had one job and you completely blew it. but your mind transferred to the thought of having dinner with your boss later tonight. the ground zero. heat crept on your face, your heart beginning to stammer.

you wondered if he also managed to find out about your complete utter crush on him as well.

EXTRA

“you owe me three dollars and a hour of my time.” kirishima sat in front of bakugou with a scowl on his face.

bakugou rolled his eyes, “you barely even did anything.”

“you made me run around town to find a specific roll of wrapping paper so you can rewrap a gift you’ve already opened?! did you know only one store had that wrapping paper?” kirishima whispered yelled, not wanting any of the employees to hear the dispute.

“yes and i told you i appreciated it.”

kirishima opened his mouth to spew another insult, but instead he snapped his mouth shut. he was right. bakugou never said anything related to that, so he must’ve really meant it. instead, kirishima folded his arms and sat back.

“i don’t even know why you rewrapped the gift. you should’ve just thanked her while she was in the room.”

“i was red when i opened the gift. i’d probably be red and probably dead when she’d smile all in my face asking if she did a good job.” bakugou’s words were hushed from embarrassment.

“awe, you really like her don’t you?” bakugou could tell kirishima was teasing him, but he didn’t mind. maybe you were right. there was some sort of magic that happened during christmas time. why were your words so influential on him?

bakugou didn’t hide the smile that tugged on his lips.

“maybe.”

-

happy holidays guysss!!

[dennisman0123]

I love Ground zeroes story so much like guys you don’t understand 🙏🙏

[kimbapkimbapp]

Me for the past days

Gay gay gay homosexual gay

[meeludrawz]

hiii, could you do a katsuki x reader where reader gets a pregnancy scare? (obv aged up bakugou)

Hiii anon!! and I'm on it!! 😉

PREGNANCY SCARE - AGED UP!BAKUGO X FEM!READER

A/N: I like to think Bakugo is the kind of person who doesn't get what abbreviations are for, he surely thinks: "If you want to fucking speak to me, speak correctly for fuck's sake" I also like to think that he's not the type to ALWAYS WRITE LIKE THIS BECAUSE HE YELLS IRL Do you know how annoying it is to activate caps nonstop after each damn messages on a phone?? He'd lose temper over that, so he doesn't write in caps I tried keeping it as neutral as possible because I don't know if you'd want kids or not so, yeah :) Also, don't look at the dates, I fucked up lmfao Also his Hero Name, to me, is Ground Zero because writing "Explosion God Murder Dynamight" or whatever is too long 😂😂

THE NEXT DAY~

[maplebean2003]

A typical day on mother base

[sw1tchbackli]

NEVER FORGIVE 🇺🇸

NEVER FORGET 🙏🏻

[horrorwomen]

Ground Zero (PC, Release Date: TBA)

Fight through post-apocalyptic South Korea in this retro survival horror. Uncover the truth behind the devastating meteor impact that left the country in ruins and turned every living organism into a terrifying monstrosity. Fight. Solve puzzles. Upgrade gear. Make every bullet count.

[you-pretty-cute]

help finding fic

I need help finding this fic that read once. It was a bakugo x reader and main character had a job where they would receive anonymous calls from hero’s and they told the reader there life problems. The reader has like a call with Bakugo and he is very mean to her and makes her cry. But he keeps calling back and asking for her and want to talk to her outside of work. The reader also has like very bad luck and like always is getting hurt. Her and Bakugo keep talking and he wants to meet her but she is like no I want to keep my job. Like I am not good at explaining things but I need to know what happened like did she find out it was bakugou??? Lmk if you know what I am talking about

[itsuki-minamy]

"GROUND ZERO - FRAGMENTS" // VERSION PDF: HERE // MEGA

Please buy the Original novel to support the author, when it is available at your place.

Thank you so much!^^

[mewwccury]

it's obvious, but bakugo katsuki is never one to take a rejection in a—dare i say—mature way. not like you were gon' reject him, anyway.

"hey, needa talk to you fo' a sec." calls out the upcoming explosive hero from behind you. you turn around, your bag slung over your shoulder like a sling bag. your hair swaying at the warm summer breeze, the sunset illuminating a gradient of orange, pink, purple, and blue as the afternoon turns to night. UA stood proudly behind katsuki, his hair dancing with the breeze as well.

"sure, what's up?" you walk over to him, and you could swear you saw katsuki flinch before he cleared his throat.

"y-you don't gotta be so close!" he takes a step back, the back of his hand covering his mouth as he averts his gaze somewhere else. the fuck's up with him?

"katsuki, you're acting real weird. spit it out, it's almost curfew in a few minutes." you tilt your head in confusion, his actions were giving out signals yet your dense block of a head was too hard to notice.

"you're so impatient! gimme a moment to fuckin' recollect myself. i don't even know why i'm like this, i'm not usually like this. god i sound like deku, i keep on ramblin' like some nerdy bastard, what the he-"

"spill it out, dude!"

katsuki shuts up. he pursed his lips into a thin line, his hands slightly shaking. he took a deep breath before the words fell out of his mouth.

"i like you, real lots."

your heart aches a lil' bit.

"oh.. kats, i'm sorry.. i'm not ready for a relationship-"

"okay, i'm gon' need you to shut the fuck up. don't really care if you ain't ready, well actually i do care, but like- fuck i don't know- i don't really know what to do with this shit." katsuki lets out a breathy laugh, yet his hands were now visibly shaking, and his breath was heavy and shaky.

"uh- i-i'll court you! i'll do real hard work to win your heart. gotta do it right to gain you. can't have everything in the world without hardship, y'know?" he lets out a shaky laugh.

"sure." you gave him a faint smile.

his eyes widen, "the fuck you mean 'sure'?"

"i mean, sure. i'll let you court the fuck outta me. better do a good job, i'm kinda bitchy at times." you giggle.

"fuckin' liar, you're always bitchy. crazy ass woman." he lets out a real laugh, showing that he's relieved.

"better come with me to school from now on, every damn day. gotta bring me back to the dorm, too." you let out a cheeky grin. katsuki laughs wholeheartedly.

"don't i always do that? i'll do you good shit from now on, better rely on me now." he snatches your bag from your grip and swings it to his shoulder.

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dawg ion know how to do ts shiiittttt LIKE I HAD THIS IDEA BUT I CANT PUT IT INTO THE DAMN STORY?????? my story has its like own flow that i cant control dawg what okay I MIGHT DO A TAKE TWO FOR THIS OS but ynk right THANKS YALL

[ellie-yaps]

when you hear me CALL OUT 🗣️🗣️🗣️

baby kick the WALL OUT 🗣️🗣️🗣️

and CRAWL OUT through the FALLOUT back to MEEEEEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[th3-0bjectivist]

“De-Void” - Animated painting

[kimbapkimbapp]

I'm so obsessed with the complexity and the chemistry of Bkdk that it forms a part of my brain rn

[verloonati]

Ground zero is actually genuinely unwell because they already featured future soldier!Ace in dwm comics as well as Bernice. They were aware of the virgin continuity and still said no fuck that we're gonna bring her back for one story when she's sixteen again and fucking DIES. also pre-unearthly child Susan is there and has known ace would blow up all along. Okay they introduced a very cool villain that led to one of the best characters in dwm continuity (feyde) but damn. Wtf