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v4mpire45 · 1 day ago

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The Things He Doesn't Know — K. Bakugo

This is part 8 of the series, so other parts will be on the m.list.

☞ Link: click here.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Jealous female reader

Synopsis: When you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend, but force you're feeling's down for the sake of your friendship.

Author's note: I'm so sorry this took so long to get out, I needed time to think about ideas. And I'm working on other works at the moment. This is also a bit short, but only because the next part will be juciy.

Things have been good, or as good as they can be.

You and Bakugo have kept your promise to each other. The two of you have been spending more time together, slipping back into the familiar rhythm of your friendship.

And honestly? It feels like you've gotten your best friend back.

You've missed this. A lot more than you'd like to admit.

Maybe it was stupid, holding onto something like this so tightly. But Bakugo had been there for you through everything. Before the war, before all the chaos. When you met, you butted heads just as much as you got along, but somehow, through all the fights and challenges, he became your person.

The one who understood you without needing to say much at all.

And after everything, after the war, after all the distance that formed between you, getting him back felt like getting a part of yourself back.

Not that you'd ever tell him that.

But there's a shift you can’t quite put into words. Maybe it’s just in your head, maybe it’s nothing at all, maybe it's been here all along and you’ve been ignoring it, but when you’re with him, there’s this... awareness.

This weight in your chest tightens when he’s close loosens when he laughs, and straight-up betrays you when he does something as simple as calling you by your first name.

But lately, Kimiko's been watching. Not just Bakugo, you. And you don’t like what’s behind those eyes.

Today, training drills had been assigned. Nothing new, just the usual combat sparring to sharpen reflexes and adapt to different fighting styles.

You were heading toward Mina, already expecting to pair up with her, when a familiar voice grunted behind you.

"You. Me. Partners."

You turned, blinking as Bakugo stood there, arms crossed, already walking off like your answer was obvious.

"Oh. Okay...!" You tried to sound casual, but your voice had a little too much enthusiasm to pass as apathetic.

Before the war, you and Bakugo were almost always partners for these kinds of things. Sure, sometimes he’d go with Kirishima, and you’d switch it up with Mina or Jirou, but you were a duo.

Then the war happened.

And after that, Kimiko came along, sliding into the space beside him like it was hers to claim. You stopped partnering with Bakugo. Maybe you didn’t even realize how much you missed it until now.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Kimiko’s gaze, her expression unreadable. She had been heading toward Bakugo, too, but he hadn’t even looked her way. Instead, he had gone straight to you.

Not your fault. He made his choice.

Still, you felt her eyes on you like a weight.

The spar was intense.

Bakugo never held back. Not with you. Not with anyone. But today, it felt different. More focused. Like he was pushing you, not just physically, but daring you to keep up. And you did.

Sweat beaded on your forehead as you dodged another one of his attacks, skidding back just in time to avoid the explosive blast.

You shot forward, aiming a kick toward his side, but he blocked, catching your ankle with a firm grip before shoving you back.

"Too slow," he taunted, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"You’re just fast," you shot back, adjusting your stance.

"Damn right I am," he said, rolling his shoulders before lunging again.

The tension was there, thick, buzzing. Maybe it was just your own head making it worse, but every time he moved closer, every time his eyes locked onto yours with that sharp intensity, your breath caught for half a second too long.

And every time you caught a glimpse of Kimiko watching. You waved at her when Bakugo wasn’t looking. She only narrowed her eyes and turned back to her own partner.

The match ended when Bakugo finally got the upper hand, knocking you onto your back with a hard sweep of his leg. He loomed over you, hands on his hips, panting slightly.

"You finally tired yet, dumbass?" he muttered.

"Not even close," you lied through your teeth, even as you struggled to catch your breath.

His smirk widened, but he didn’t press it. Instead, he just held out a hand, which you grabbed without hesitation. His grip was firm, warm, steady.

And maybe you held on half a second longer than necessary.

After training, everyone had packed up, heading back to the locker rooms. You took your time, changing into your uniform, running a towel over your damp hair before slinging your bag over your shoulder. As you stepped out of the girls’ locker room, a voice called out behind you.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?"

You turned to see Kimiko, standing a few feet away, hands on her hips, her expression unreadable.

"Oh, um... sure?"

She smiled, but there was something off about it. Before you could react, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you aside, leading you into a quieter corner of the hallway.

Then, she let go. Crossed her arms. Tilted her head. And that fake little smile faded.

"So," she said, voice deceptively light. "What’s going on with you and Bakugo, hmm? Do you like him or something?"

Your throat went dry. "What? No, I—" You let out an awkward laugh. "That’s— what are you even talking about?"

Kimiko huffed, unimpressed. "Hmph. Yeah, sure."

For a second, she just stared at you, then sighed. "Y’know, I’ve been meaning to ask since that party. The one where you told me to ‘hop off Bakugo’s balls.’" She raised an eyebrow. "Kinda funny, isn’t it? Considering you’re the one acting all territorial now."

Your stomach dropped. "I—I didn’t mean—"

"Save it," she cut you off with a wave of her hand. "You already apologized once, remember? I don’t need you groveling again."

You hesitated. "Then why bring it up?"

Her expression shifted, something unreadable behind her eyes. She glanced away for a moment before exhaling sharply.

"Because," she said slowly, "I think you and I both know you’re full of shit."

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked off, leaving you standing there.

You didn't know what was worse, the fact that she called you out so easily.

Or the fact she might be right.

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damwynz · 2 days ago

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𝐎𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙍𝙚��𝙙𝙚𝙧

ᴄᴡ: ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

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ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ! ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ "ʜᴏɴᴇʏ", "ʙᴀʙʏ", "ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ" ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ. ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ. ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟ.

ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ! ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ, ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ.

"ꜱᴘᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ɪᴅɪᴏ-," ʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. "ꜱᴘᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ʜᴏɴᴇʏ". ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ. ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ! ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ, "ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ?", "ɪ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɪ?", ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴀᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ-ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ "ʜᴏɴᴇʏ", ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ! ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ "ʜᴏɴᴇʏ" ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ. ʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ. ʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ. ʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟʟʏ ꜱᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴜɢʜᴛ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀᴍꜱ.

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catsoupki · 1 day ago

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A WARM SHOWER (1.5K)

pairing - katsuki bakugou x reader

synopsis - bakugou spends his off-day at the cemetery until the sky clears.

cw - pro-hero bakugou, side character death, reader has a quirk, female pronouns, hurt/comfort, reuniting

a/n - sorry for disappearing for so long ... :( school has just been an ass but enjoy this ! i'll try to do sth for 420 too !

taglist - @staraxiaa @hatsukeii @cashmoneyyysstuff i miss u guys sm i hope you're doing well

Bakugou’s feet are firmly planted on the moss-covered concrete, he stares at the tiles, worn down by the weather. When he returns to his upright position, there was a brief window of time when the umbrella on his shoulder couldn’t shield him from the rain. His hair whips like sand in the wind, back and forth with force. He looks at the bouquet of flowers he’s laid down, drenched down to the stem, leaves somehow still attached despite everything. Petals of white, pink and yellow stand out like a sore thumb on the muted grave. Sighing, he doesn’t hear his own voice. He lets his mind meander, and, he briefly wonders how sad you are. It’s been raining non-stop for the past three days, grey clouds never letting the sunshine through, not even for a moment.

He looks back at the tombstone, your last name etched onto gravelly stone, an unexplained sense of heaviness seeps into his eyes. He entertains a guilty, fleeting thought— he’s glad your sister is dead. A child shouldn’t die, he knows that more than anyone else, but the selfish part of him, the unheroic side, is glad that you’re alive. It doesn’t matter, not as much, that you aren’t alive with him. But the fact that you’re existing, out there, outside of a coffin, above the ground, doing something mundane, like going to work and washing the dishes, it instils comfort into him like no other.

Sure, he would have rathered that you went to work with him, or that you did the dishes with him, but the fact that you can keeps his feet on the mossy earth.

He’s bowed thrice by now, and he should be lighting the candles in front of your sister’s tomb next, but the rain prevents him from doing so, let alone the howling wind, sending trees swaying, threatening to tumble down.

He looks at the picture of your smiling sister, a person he’s met twice, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing here. It’s Wednesday, and it’s his off-day. Why is he spending the time he gets off the clock here servicing you and your sister?

She was a really quiet child, she never screamed or cried, her voice was always soft. Social anxiety had its grip on her from a young age, almost rendering her unfit for public school, but she insisted on going to the same one that you went to. You’d always tell him about the story of her first day in middle school. He had heard that story many times, but he’d listen to you intently as if it were unheard of.

“She gripped onto my dress until she tore a hole through the fabric, it was my favourite one! But she was so scared. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t leave her behind but I was gonna be late to work. I didn’t want her to get bullied for needing her sister to walk her everywhere, so I settled with a deal. I told her that I’d be there first thing when school finished. And I was! I was the first person in line that day, packed like a damn sardine by the parents, I even had to take a half-day off ‘cause school ends so early apparently. But her toothy grin makes it worth it.”

She never made it to her first day of high school, and you stopped talking about that story after she died. Bakugou wishes that he could’ve had more time to spend with your sister, he wishes that he could’ve been around her more, he wishes that he would’ve been known as her uncle.

This longing for something that never was strangles his heart like Tomura had, regret, rue, wishful thinking. He knows that his next day isn’t guaranteed, not when he’s a hero. The people need Him, the nation needs Him, and they outweighed you. A stupid mistake on his part, and if he could rewind time so he’s standing in your studio apartment again, he would have caught your hand and never let go. His quirk isn’t about time, though, instead it’s about leaving destruction in his wake, reducing the things around him to ruins beyond recognition.

He left because he feared for you whenever his name is scorched onto alleyways by villains out for blood, whenever his moniker is used in conjunction with a threat, an ultimatum that if he doesn’t surrender, they’ll find out where his secret lover is and dismember her limb by limb.

He never lets these scum get close to you, your name, or your family. But it was enough for something in him to awaken. Dynamight isn’t known for His trepidatious nature, He was known for always winning; He is victory reincarnated. But Katsuki was too late, the feelings had long been seeded (so the villain did win, after all), it sprouted, took form until the roots ran long and deep into his beliefs. Ugly, green vines wrapped around his spine until he suffocated, until he had to cede his love to you; unwillingly; involuntarily;

In his head, he had begged you to shout at him angrily, to scratch at him with ferocity, and maybe then his own persuasion to leave you behind would have hurt less. It was morning in that studio apartment, a late one, you lounged in sleepwear as he prepared breakfast. You probably noticed his unease but decided he’d come to you eventually. You sat on the couch, crossed legged. Sunlight danced on your face, eyes bright, vehement, under the golden streaks of warmth. He, back then, had stood in the kitchenette, a space obviously not built for him, too large of a torso, too tall a frame. He didn’t care, before, he would’ve bent down until his back ached and soured if it meant cooking for you. He had stood in the shadows, shy of your light.

This conversation never comes easy, but it’s one that is well rehearsed in the confines of your homes, his agency, and over the phone. He always loses, no matter what you say, objective points, arguments, frustration-fuelled statements, he never gets past you when it starts showing on your face. He tried to look away from you, but your stubbornness keeps him losing. He forfeits when your eyebrows begin to scrunch and your lips pout. He loses, every single time.

You thought that this would be no different. Levity evident in your voice as you danced around the topic, but you hadn’t seen what he saw, you hadn’t heard what he heard. Echoes of that nobody’s warning haunt his everyday life, when he showers, when he eats, and when he sleeps.

He won, but for the first time, he was upset. You fought back with all that you had, threw arguments at him that were impossible to dismantle, insistence bleeding through your hoarse voice, he was on the brink of defeat. But He wins, Dynamight wins.

He leaves destruction in his wake.

It’s been raining non-stop for the past three days, grey clouds never letting the sunshine through, not even for a moment. He’s dedicated enough of his time here, servicing a debt that’s unending, so he calls it a day. Sighing, he doesn’t hear his own apology in the rain. With an umbrella on his shoulder and regret at his throat, he’s going to walk away.

“Katsu?”

The black umbrella in his grip turns obsolete as sunlight filters through a cleared, blue sky. Warmth inundates him.

He looks at the discarded bouquet of flowers on the moss-covered tiles, petals of white, pink and yellow standing out like a sore thumb in a sea of muted colours.

He sees you, the edges of your body smudging in the sunlight, blurred floral patterns on your dress, is he crying?

He doesn’t speak, suppressed by the fear that wraps around him like a noose, maybe his voice would scare the ghost of you away.

Your shoes click against the slippery, moist floor. He wants to tell you be careful, don’t get hurt. Thuds ring in the cemetery, trees still dancing as a slight wind blows. You look bright, vehement, in the streaks of golden light. It took you ten seconds, longer than a century, to reach Bakugou. He closes his eyes. It hurts. It hurts. The world is cruel for playing this joke on him. Regret, rue, wishful thinking. With trembling hands, you reach for his skin, tickling the scars that tell a story bigger than you and him. The wrinkle between his brow settles, “you’re here.”

He says, more so to convince himself, “you’re here.” to will itself into reality. The rain that had poured down on him like salvation is replaced by the intangible sunlight that washes over him like penance. He chases after atonement blindly, wildly, perhaps as a form of Sisyphean punishment for the hurt he had dared slain on you. It doesn’t matter, you’d say, because you’re here, now. You exist, beyond tree roots and above grass, in his arms. With your lips on his and your fingers on him, you're here now, bathing in sunlight, shy of rain. You’re vehement in his grasp.

thank you for reading ! i hope you enjoyed it, all interactions appreciated, have a wonderful day <3

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tootiecakes234 · 2 days ago

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This is the type of banter I’m looking for!!!

Not again, Damnit!

💟 Part 1: WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!

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Wherein Katsuki Bakugou’s girlfriend ends up lost again, all thanks to All Might.

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Ground Beta – Training Grounds, 6:45 PM

The evening sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over Ground Beta, where Class 1-A was in the brink of training.

Explosions cracked through the air, ice spread across the pavement, and bursts of lightning flickered as the students pushed themselves to their limits.

Well—most of them.

"Ugh…" you groaned, dropping onto a bench near the sidelines. "Five more minutes… just five…"

You weren’t slacking off—you had just been training hard all day. Your muscles screamed for a break, and honestly, if you moved another inch, your legs might have filed for divorce.

Meanwhile, All Might paced nearby, looking increasingly… stressed. "Ugh… this paperwork… these meetings… SO MANY RESPONSIBILITIES!" he muttered, rubbing his temples. You tilted your head. "Sensei?" He blinked, noticing you for the first time. "Ah, Young Y/N!"

"You okay?"

He sighed dramatically. "I didn’t know being a teacher would be this stressful! So many administrative duties."

You snorted. "So, what I’m hearing is... you have paperwork."

"MUCH paperwork!" he groaned. "And now Present Mic just informed me that he needs these signed documents immediately. But alas, I am needed elsewhere! I—" He froze.

Then he looked at you.

Then back at the folder in his hand.

Then back at you.

You blinked. "…Sensei?"

"Young Y/N…" He smiled brilliantly. "Would you be willing to do me a small favor?"

You perked up. "Of course! What do you need?"

He beamed. "Could you deliver these documents to Present Mic for me? He should be in the faculty office!"

You immediately stood up. "Consider it done!"

And just like that—you took off.

Without telling a single soul

least of all, him.

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7:30 PM – Heights Alliance Dorms

Training had ended, and the class had returned to the dorms, exhausted but satisfied. Except for one very important detail.

"…Where the hell is my girlfriend?" Bakugou asked.

Silence.

Everyone froze.

Kirishima blinked. "Wait… wasn’t she with us at training?"

"I saw her on the bench earlier," Mina said. "She was resting!"

"But did she come back with us?"

Everyone exchanged wide-eyed looks.

Momo immediately checked her phone. "She’s not answering."

"WHAT?!" Bakugou’s eye twitched. "SHE HAS HER PHONE, RIGHT?!"

Kaminari scratched his head. "I mean, probably?"

Bakugou stood up so fast his chair nearly flipped. "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!”

"Calm down!" Lida waved his hands robotically. "She’s probably just—"

A knock at the door. Everyone turned.

Standing there—was Aizawa.

"...Where’s Y/N? I need to ask her something," he asked.

Silence.

"YOU’VE GOTTA TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ON ME!" Bakugou roared.

Aizawa blinked. "…She’s not here?"

Kirishima gasped. "YOU DON’T KNOW EITHER?!"

Momo clutched her chest. "OH MY GOD,”

Mina’s hands flew to her head. "NOT AGAIN!"

Aizawa frowned. "…Again?"

Bakugou stormed forward. "WHAT DID YOU DO, SENSEI?!"

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed. "I didn’t do anything. All Might asked her to do a favor earlier,"

Pure. Deafening. Silence.

"THAT DAMN OLD MAN!" Bakugou exploded.

Kaminari collapsed onto the couch. "I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS."

"SENSEI, CONTROL YOUR COLLEAGUES!" Everyone pleaded.

Aizawa sighed. "…I should’ve seen this coming."

"NO SHIT!"

Todoroki, ever calm, simply asked, "Where did she go?"

"The faculty office," Aizawa answered.

Bakugou’s vein popped. "SHE LEFT BEFORE TRAINING ENDED. IT’S BEEN TWO HOURS!"

Mina clutched her heart. "SHE PROBABLY GOT LOST IN THE HALLWAYS!"

"Someone call the police," Kaminari whispered.

Aizawa rubbed his temples. "I’ll go find her."

Bakugou pushed past him. "LIKE HELL YOU WILL—I’M GETTING HER MYSELF!"

"Bakugou—"

"NO! I’M BRINGING HER BACK BEFORE SHE ENDS UP IN A DIFFERENT PREFECTURE!"

Aizawa sighed. "Fine. Let’s go."

And with that—Bakugou was gone.

“I’m not paid enough to handle all of this crap —especially that hopelessly directionless child," Aizawa thought to himself as he ran to catch up with Bakugou.

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"…freak."

You had delivered the documents perfectly fine. But then you’d taken a "shortcut" back to the dorms and…

Yeah. A shortcut

And now, you were somewhere in UA’s labyrinth of hallways—completely and utterly lost.

"Okay… if I go left…" You turned the corner. "Wait, I just passed this vending machine—"

Then, footsteps.

Loud. Fast. Angry.

"—THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE SHE IS?!"

Your soul left your body.

Katsuki and Aizawa-sensei.

And judging by the sheer fury in Katsuki’s voice, you were beyond dead.

Really, really dead.

Slowly, cautiously, you peeked around the corner—

 Only to make direct eye contact with a very, very pissed-off Bakugou.

"…Oh," you whispered.

"…Hi, S-Suki?"

His eye twitched.

"YOU."

Pure survival instinct kicked in as you turned and bolted in the opposite direction.

"GET BACK HERE, DUMBASS!"

 "NOOOOOOO!!! YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME!!!" you shrieked, running blindly through the halls, your only thought being escape from Katsuki’s wrath at all costs.

"WAHHH, MITSUKI-SAN, PLEASE SAVE ME!!!"

 "NOT EVEN THAT OLD HAG CAN SAVE YOUR ASS NOW!"

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The door slammed open. Katsuki stormed in, carrying me over his shoulder like a sack of rice and the entire class erupted.

"Y/N!"

"WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU PUT US THROUGH?!"

Bakugou then continued to walk up to the elevator and pushed the button to his floor.

"YOU’RE NEVER GOING ANYWHERE ALONE AGAIN!" He grumbled

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm implementing a rule."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Todoroki, completely unfazed, took a slow slurp of his soba. "She needs a leash."

You gawked. "HEY!

“SUK!! AREN’T YOU GONNA BE MAD AT THAT?! A LEASH?!"

"Tch. At this point? Not a bad idea."

Your jaw dropped. "EXCUSE ME?! If anyone needs a leash, it's YOU! You’re the one who barks at people like a damn rabid dog!"

Bakugou’s eye twitched. "OH YEAH?! AT LEAST I DON’T GET LOST LIKE A CLUELESS FUCKING CHIHUAHUA!"

You gasped dramatically. "HOW DARE YOU—"

Before you could fire back, Deku cautiously raised a hand. "Uh, actually… Kacchan does kind of, um… bark a lot."

Bakugou’s head snapped toward him so fast it was a miracle he didn’t get whiplash. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY, DEKU?!"

Deku paled. "N-Nothing! I didn’t say anything!"

Just then, the ding of the elevator echoed through the hall. The elevator door opened and he stepped inside.

"PUT ME DOWN, YOU SHITTY POMERANIAN!" you huffed, squirming in his grip.

"NOPE. YOU'LL JUST WANDER OFF AGAIN, DUMBASS," he shot back, tightening his hold as you kicked your legs in protest.

"I WILL NOT—"

"LIKE HELL YOU WON’T! YOU GOT LOST IN OUR OWN SCHOOL!"

You scowled, arms crossed as best as you could in your undignified position. "I would've found my way eventually!"

Bakugou scoffed. "Tch. Yeah, maybe in a week."

Then the door shut leaving them in the common room

Everyone turned to Aizawa. "From now on," he said, dead serious, "Y/N must have a chaperone at all times."

Silence.

The class cheered

"THANK YOU, SENSEI!"

"BEST RULE EVER!"

And thus—the new rule was born.

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Extra:

Katsuki and you were now in his dorm.

Bakugou crossed his arms, smirking triumphantly. "FINALLY. AN ENCLOSED SPACE."

You groaned, still hanging over his shoulder. "THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"

He kicked the door shut behind him. "MEANS YOU CAN’T RUN, DUMBASS."

Your eyes widened. "WAIT—"

Without warning, he unceremoniously dropped you onto his bed.

You bounced slightly before sitting up, shooting him a glare. "YOU COULD’VE PUT ME DOWN LIKE A NORMAL PERSON! I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR DAMN PRINCESS?!"

Bakugou smirked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. "Yeah? And what kind of dumbass princess gets lost in her own castle?"

You gasped, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "EXCUSE ME?!"

He shrugged. "Face it, princess. You need a royal guard—ME—so you don’t go wandering off like a lost puppy."

You grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at his face. "ASSHOLE!"

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A/N: Part 3? Let me know in the comments 💟 Thank you for all the hearts and reblogs as well, trully appreciate it 🥰

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kxtsukixoxo · 1 day ago

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pro!hero dynamight is known for his explosive nature, fans second guessing if they should really approach the hothead. is it really surprising when you aren’t scared of him?

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kenji held onto your slim index finger as he gnawed on his teether, you scanned the aisle picking up a box of contents as you read the ingredients carefully. absorbed into your task at hand, you hadn’t noticed the weightless feeling on your finger. finally shifting your head, checking if kenji is doing alright.

the boy was gone. your palms began to slick with sweat as you felt your chest heave up and down, breathing heavily as you froze in position. the store was vastly huge, he could be anywhere. you had no clue in which direction the little boy felt intrigued enough to wander off to, you put your trust into your motherly instincts and searched for your kid, asking anybody you came across if they’d seen your baby boy, describing him carefully, from the mole just above his lip to the direction you combed his hair this morning.

nobody understood the panic you felt that moment, you searched the store high and low looking for the troublesome boy, but he was nowhere.

approaching a red-headed man, with absurdly spiky hair, occupying himself with a jar of some sorts. you worriedly nibbled on the skin of your lip as you tapped his shoulder, “sorry sir- i don’t mean to trouble you-“

the man picked up his hands, hushing you and promising you, you were not causing any sort of trouble at all. “what can i help with ma’am?” he asked concerned rubbing the back of his neck, as he noticed tears welling up on the waterline of your eyes. “m-my-“ your hand waved around trying to interpret a toddler.

“baby?”

you nodded your head vigorously as you choked on your words.

“i’ll help you find him, cmon-“ he grabbed onto your hand pulling yourself with him as he took off “my names eijiro by the way!” he tried to lighten the mood, as words rolled off his tongue, trying to distract you.

eijiro.

it sounded so familiar, you brushed off the feeling, all you could think about now was kenji. your mind immediately assuming the worst, as you felt another wave of tears build up. eijiro’s grip on your wrist tightened reassuringly, “don’t worry ma’am, i’m gonna help you” flashing you a bright smile.

searching every nook and corner, grocery carriers, the bottom of cashier tills, shelves and storage rooms. even resorting to the bottom of the cars parked outside the store, you buried your face in your hands as you felt your chest tighten.

eijiro looked at you hopeless, taking a seat on the tar, your muffled cries against the cotton of your sleeves while eijiro rubbed your back soothingly.

and there it was, the familiar babble.

the one you hadn’t heard in ages, the one you last heard when katsuki was around.

kenji had a plush in hand, as he tugged the hem of katsuki’s shirt, giggling when he lifted him up, snuggling into the dip of his neck as he held him close.

you got up hastily, running towards kenji, avoiding katsuki’s gaze as you held tight onto your toddler, kissing his forehead as you breathed heavily “you shouldn’t talk to strangers!” kenji pouted, “but ma-“

you placed him down, eijiro’s brows furrowed deep in confusion as he watched tension rise deeper than foamy-based coffee. exchanging glances between you and katsuki. “oh shit!-“

“you can’t just waltz back into our life.” finally turning around, as you gave katsuki a snarky look “you cut us off right?”

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nurserx-rae · 2 days ago

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Sunkissed and Bloodstained

Synopsis: As Y/N, a vampire, weakens under the sun, Bakugo risks his life to save her by offering his blood, leading to a dangerous shift in their relationship when she nearly drains him completely.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x fem!vampire!reader

Words: 4,379

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The sun blazed as Class 1-A stood attention in the field behind the school. Aizawa-sensei babbling on about the course they were to defeat.

Bakugo stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his hero costume tight to his body, as sweat dripped down his toned skin the sun beat down on the students.

He looked down at the small girl standing beside him: Y/N; his girlfriend. She was a talkative one, very friendly despite her quirk.

His red eyes analyzed every inch of the small girl, her skin pale, almost melting as her eyes flickered back in her skull.

Y/N's arms hung at her sides, limp. She hunched forward. Something was wrong.

Bakugo's eyes furrowed as he noticed what was off. He immediately grabbed ahold of her waist, pulling her towards him.

"Bakugo?" Y/N questioned, she didn't fight back or maybe it was that she couldn't. She just hung limp in his arms, barely holding herself up.

Bakugo's arm tightened around her waist, holding her with him as he took a step closer, placing his other hand on her forehead.

"Oi, are you okay? You look like you're gonna pass out."

"I-I'm fine . It's just really hot ." she explained, heavy, labored breaths coming from her thin lips.

No shit. What a vampire quirk like hers, she was practically burning to death.

His hand pulled back, noticing the sweat that dripped down her forehead; her body was overheating. He gently placed his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her closer. The tips of his fingers pressed against her skin.

"Damn, you're burning up…"

She leaned into his touch, her cheek brushing against his collarbone. She mumbled something, but it was too incoherent for him to hear. He leaned down a little, placing his hand on her chin to angle her face up.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, her eyelids twitching as she attempted to lift them. "Hm?" she mumbled weakly.

"Oi, can you hear me?" Bakugo asked, gripping her chin in between his fingers.

Y/N looked at the blonde-haired man, her eyes flickering as they shut, her body dropping in Bakugo's arms.

Bakugo caught her, quickly scooping her up in his toned arms. "Oi, teddy bear!" he called, his voice slightly panicked. He placed his ear near her mouth, trying to see if she was breathing.

Aizawa's gaze shifted to the commotion in the field. He saw Bakugo holding Y/N, her body limp in his arms. He quickly jogged over to them.

"What happened?"

The whole class stared at the three. Curious eyes gazing, small gaps of surprise, worry thick in the air.

"I don't know! She was fine one moment and the next, she passed out!" Bakugo yelled, his grip tightening around the passed out girl in his arms.

"Bring her inside," Aizawa spoke in a calm, monotone voice.

He turned and began to walk back to the school; his hands shoved into his pockets.

Bakugo obeyed instantly. His legs carried the unconscious girl as his arms held her close to his body. He followed behind his sensei, staring down at her face. His red eyes watched her face intently, studying her expression.

Y/N for her eyebrows, face tense as she rolled her head side to side.

She opened her eyes, the room blinding her with its bright white lights that shone directly into her eyes.

Bakugo sat beside her in a chair as she lay in a hospital bed that made home in the school's infirmary. His eyebrows knitted together as he looked into her eyes, not in anger, like usual, but in concern and fear—something he wasn't familiar with, something he didn't know how to handle.

He leaned forward, one of his hands grabbing onto her smaller ones. He gripped it tightly, as if it were his lifeline.

"Y/N." he spoke her name softly, almost cautiously as to not scare her.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but her body held too frail to make noise.

Her hand sat limp in his.

Bakugo watched her intently, his eyes scanning over every detail of her face. His eyes flicked down to her hand in his and back up to her eyes. He didn't want to let go.

He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles gently. His head tilted to the side as he stared at her, unable to form the words he wanted to say.

"You scared me, y'know." he mumbled, his voice low. He looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. He could feel the anxiety building up in his chest, he felt vulnerable. He hated feeling like this.

Y/N smiled.

Recovery Girl walked over.

"How are you feeling, dear?" she asked, placing a hand on Y/N's forehead.

"F… f-fine." Y/N managed to choke out through rough breaths.

"You're still overheating." she said, a frown resting on her face. Her eyes moved from Y/N to Bakugo.

"I'm going to need to take her temperature. Could you let go of her, dear?" she spoke softly to Bakugo.

He nodded stiffly, letting go slowly, reluctantly. His hand slid out of hers, falling onto his lap.

Recovery Girl took the thermometer from a box on the bedside table; a few beeping noises, the beeping increasing on the thermometer until a high pitched beep was heard.

"112.3…"

Recovery Girl stated.

Bakugo's stomach dropped, a look of concern on his face. His brain wracked over the information. "112.3?!"

Recovery Girl took notice of his distress as she walked over to one of the cabinets, pulling out a bottle of Tylenol.

She handed the pills over to Y/N, a water bottle in her other hand.

"Here dear, take this. This will help bring your fever down."

Y/N went to grab the cup of water. Recovery Girl slowly letting go, her hand still circled the edges of the glass as Y/N nearly dropped the glass, Recovery Girl quickly grabbing the glass once again.

Recovery Girl looked down at her. She sighed softly, helping her take the medicine.

Aizawa's voice came on the intercom.

"Recovery Girl, we need you on the field. Deku broke his arm again…"

Recovery Girl stood still, a look of annoyance crossing her face. She knew it would happen again, but she always tried to keep her hopes up.

"Ugh, that boy…"

"Stay here, and don't try to leave." Recovery Girl spoke to Y/N and Bakugo before walking out of the infirmary. The room now quiet.

Bakugo turned to Y/N.

She stared down at her feet at the end of the bed. Eyes dull. Her usual smile absent. Eyebrows curled in mourning.

Bakugo stared at her intently, noticing how she wouldn't look up at him. His hand twitched, wanting to reach out to hold hers. His body moved on its own, leaning forward. He went to place his hand on hers. His fingers brushed against her skin.

"… teddy bear?" he spoke her name softly, his eyes darting across her face. He just wanted her to look at him.

"I'm dying."

His eyes widened at her response; it felt like a punch to the gut, the wind knocked out of him. It took a moment for him to respond, his brain trying to form the words. "W-What…?" his voice shook, his eyes refusing to leave her face.

"M-My kind—vampires—we need blood to survive. Cannibalism is illegal, and the only vampire café is miles away from here. I haven't been able to drink blood in months. I'm slowly dying without it, I can't be in the sun anymore. My quirk is weakening and so am I. I can feel myself dying, Katsuki…"

Tears welled in her big eyes as she clenched her fist. "I don't want to die…"

His hand gripped onto one of hers, wrapping around her smaller palm. His jaw clenched as tears welled in his own eyes at the sight of her crying—it killed him seeing her this way. He was never good with dealing with sensitive topics; feelings or otherwise.

"You're not dying, idiot."

He leaned forward, his other hand coming up to her chin, forcing her gaze up. He locked eyes with her.

"You'll be fine. We'll figure something out…"

Y/N's hands shot up to her eyes as she wiped away hot tears that spilled down her pink cheeks. She whimpered in distress, a high-pitched vibration leaving her chest.

His expression softened, his heart wrenching at the pitiful sounds she was making. He had never seen her like this before, vulnerable and small, it was killing him. He pulled her into his chest gently.

He wrapped his arms around her, his chin rested atop her head. He could feel the hot tears soak into his shirt as she buried her face into his chest. His hands rubbed her back comfortingly, trying to soothe her.

"There, there, teddy bear… it's okay."

She gripped at his hero costume, her slender fingers gripping desperately, as if she was holding onto him as her life support. The sounds of her small sobs filled the room, broken noises and whimpers. Her body shook in his arms as she inhaled large gulps of air.

"Damn it, teddy bear… don't cry, please…" he muttered into her hair, his voice barely audible. He held her tighter to his chest; her body pressed snugly against his. The pounding of his heart filling up his ears.

"I'm gonna die, Katsuki."

"No, you're not…"

He said stubbornly, holding her tighter. He closed his eyes tightly. "No… you can't… you can't die… I… I won't let that happen."

As Y/N sobbed in his arms, Bakugo realized the answer to her problems. A way for her to not die a painful death. His eyes widened, a thought crossing his mind. The wheels in his brain turning as he finally figured out the solution.

He bit his lip, the thought of her drinking from him… using him for her needs. He didn't even hesitate at the thought.

"Hey…" he whispered softly, one of his hands rubbing her back.

He tilted his chin down to look at her, her face hidden in his chest. His fingers gripped her chin once again, pulling her face up to his. He had to look her in the eye for what he was about to say… what he was about to offer.

"Teddy bear, look at me…" he spoke softly, his red eyes staring down at her. He needed her attention. He needed her to look at him. To listen to what he was about to say.

Y/N looked up at him, still clinging to his costume, her eyes red and swollen with grief.

His heart ached, seeing her like this… so small, so vulnerable. He inhaled deeply.

"I have a solution… but you have to promise you won't freak out, okay?"

She sniffed, narrowing her eyes. "O-Okay?"

He took another slow breath, letting it out through his nose.

"You…" he paused, the words getting stuck in his throat. He swallowed, trying to regain his composure. "You could… drink my blood…"

Y/N eyes shot open as she shoved him away.

"WHAT!?" she screamed in shock.

"You wa—what?"

He winced at her outburst, his body stiffening as she pushed him back. He quickly regained composure, his hands still reaching for her. "Just—listen to me for a damn minute, idiot!"

He gripped her wrists tightly, holding them to keep her from escaping. "Listen—just listen to me!" he repeated, his voice louder. His body moved closer to hers, trapping her on the bed.

His red eyes looked into hers, holding her gaze. He was determined to get her to listen; he needed her to accept his idea. He opened his mouth to speak again, to try to convince her.

Y/N stared at Bakugo as if he had a third head. Silence consumed the room.

He could see the hesitation in her eyes, the disbelief, the horror. He let out an irritated huff, frustrated by her look of surprise. He gripped her wrists tighter, leaning in closer, his face now mere inches from hers.

"I am serious, teddy bear. It's the only way. You'll get to feed, and I have plenty of blood to spare, idiot."

She wanted to say something, but nothing came out. She just stares at him, eyes wide. She wanted to say no, but she couldn't. She was starving, dying. His solution wasn't perfect, it was downright dangerous, especially without starving she was.

She refused to say anything, she didn't wanna potentially kill the love of her life because she wouldn't be able to control herself once she got a taste of blood.

Bakugo saw her hesitation, the internal battle she was fighting within herself. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the desire fighting with the fear.

He grit his teeth, his grip on her wrists tightening even more. He pulled her closer to him, the space between them getting smaller by the second, his face now dangerously close to hers.

"Teddy bear, I won't let you die, and if this is the only way to save you, then damn it, we're doing it."

"You're an idiot sometimes! I hope you know that!" Y/N fought back, tears dripping down her red hot cheeks.

"Yeah? I'm the idiot?" Bakugo retorted, his brows furrowing. He gritted his teeth, his own anger starting to rise.

"I'm the idiot for trying to save your ass?"

"I love you… I don't want you to die because of me… I would rather I…" Y/N trailed off, her thought unfinished, yet, it was all too clear what she was going to say.

"DIE?! DIE?!"

Bakugo's temper flared, his voice rising in volume. He couldn't believe what she just said, the words stabbing him like a knife.

"You would rather die than drink my blood? Are you fucking serious?!"

He grabbed both sides of her face, forcing her to look at him. His red eyes filled with anger and desperation.

"Look at me! I'm not going to fucking die!"

His grip tightened on her cheeks, his words sharp like a dagger. "I'm doing this whether you like it or not, idiot."

Y/N winced in his grip, the pressure on her cheeks becoming too much. Her eyes darted across his face, fear evident in her gaze.

"K-Katsuki, please…" she whimpered, her voice shaky and breathless.

"No, stop that," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "Stop trying to talk me out of this. You're not dying on my watch, teddy bear. Not on my watch."

He leaned in closer until their noses were practically touching.

"Fine! I'll… I'll drink your blood, but if anything happens to you! I swear to god, katsuki!"

Bakugo's expression softened, relief flooding through him as she finally agreed.

"Nothing's going to happen to me, idiot. I'm going to be fine, okay?"

He released his grip on her cheeks, his fingers gently stroking her skin. His eyes searched her face, a mix of tenderness and concern.

He took a breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Just… don't… go to town on me, okay?" he added, attempting to lighten the mood with a half-hearted joke.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, pouring her lip.

"That's not funny." she explained, voice deep.

He sighed, the joking tone fading from his voice. His expression became serious again. He gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear

"…I know, I'm sorry."

He moved his hand down to her chin again, tilting her head up so he could lock eyes with her.

"You ready, teddy bear?"

Y/N nodded. Not looking him in the eyes.

Bakugo sighed, taking off the glove to his non-dominant hand, bearing his wrist before the love of his life.

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart racing as she stared at the exposed wrist. The scent of his blood filling her nostrils had her teeth itching with need.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she reached out a trembling hand.

She cupped the back of his hand, her other hand resting in the middle of his forearm, as she slowly brought his wrist up to her mouth.

She hesitated for a moment too long, deep inhales expanding her chest, and shaky exhales trembling her body.

His eyes watched her every movement, his breathing coming in shallow puffs. The sight of her fangs hovering over his bare skin, the anticipation… it made his heart race.

He had to fight the urge to pull away, his body tense. He knew this was necessary, but the primal fear of being bitten was difficult to suppress.

"…come on, teddy bear…" he whispered softly, his voice barely above a breath. "Just do it. "

Y/N's eyes widened as her pupils shrank. She closed her eyes, opening her mouth.

Her sharp, porcelain white fangs poked at his skin, not enough to break the skin as she stared up at him, looking for any signs of pain that would show on his face.

His breath caught in his throat as her fangs grazed over his skin. It was a foreign feeling, the cool metal-like fangs against his warm flesh. He felt his heart skip a beat, his body tensing up even more.

He kept his gaze locked on her, his expression trying to portray a sense of calm. He tried his best to keep his face stoic, not wanting to show any signs of fear or discomfort.

"Go on…" he encouraged her quietly.

"You need to relax, katsuki. Your body is too tense. It's gonna hurt more if you don't relax. Think of it like a shot at the doctors: you need to relax so they can get the needle through your skin. " Y/N explained, stalling out of her own fear.

Bakugo nodded, his jaw clenched. He knew she was right, but relaxing was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He tried to will his body to loosen up, to relax as she had instructed.

His expression softened slightly, but the tension in his muscles remained.

"…alright. I'm going to relax… but you just fucking get it over with, okay, teddy bear? "

Y/N nodded.

She lifted his wrist back up to her mouth.

His wrist trembled in her grip as she brought it up to her mouth once again. He steeled himself, the anticipation of pain making his heart flutter2.

Every muscle was taut, waiting for the moment she would pierce his skin. Her fangs felt sharp against his skin, like knives against his flesh.

And then, it happened. A sudden sharp pain as her fangs sank into his flesh.

His body jerked involuntarily, the pain shooting up his arm like fire. He clenched his teeth, the urge to pull away strong, but he held still, determined not to let her see how much it hurt.

The pain was sharp and hot, the feeling of her fangs in his skin foreign and uncomfortable. His heart raced, the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

As she started to feed from him, he felt a strange sensation. The pain started to morph into something else, an odd mixture of pain and… something almost pleasurable.

His breath hitched in his chest as the sensations coursed through him. His mind was conflicted, the primal fear of being bitten fighting with the growing feeling of… euphoria.

His free hand gripped the bed sheets, the knuckles white as he tried to ground himself against the sensation of having his blood sucked from his body.

Each swallow felt like a jolt to his system, like electricity coursing through his veins every time her fangs broke his flesh. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of… intimacy in this act .

The thought of her using him for sustenance, of him giving himself to her in this primal act… it was both terrifying and oddly… hot . His pulse quickened in response, his heart racing for a completely different reason now.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of… vulnerability. He was exposing himself to her in a way he had never done before. He was letting her take from him, feeding off of him, and he was powerless to stop it. He was completely at her mercy.

And he… somehow… liked it.

His breathing came in sharp, shallow gasps, his entire body tense with raw energy. He couldn't help but feel hyper-aware of every movement she made, every little shift in her body against him.

His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear… excitement… arousal… and… a strange sense of surrender.

Y/N started feeding more and more, a small bit at first, but then she couldn't help herself. The taste of his blood was almost intoxicating, like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Her grip on his arm tightened.

The sudden change in her feeding caught him off guard, his body jolting in surprise as she suddenly started to feed more urgently, taking bigger mouthfuls of blood each time she fed.

His eyes widened in shock, his heart leaping in his chest. He could feel his blood rushing out of his body, the feeling of lightheadedness starting to take over him.

"Teddy bear…" he gasped, his voice weak. "Slow… slow down…!"

Her teeth sank into his wrist, tearing bigger holes in his flesh. Red hot blood poured from the open wounds, as Y/N sucked it into her mouth.

Her mind was fog, not a single thought could form. Her mind was dizzy and her eyes were fuzzy.

Bakugo's blood tastes better than anything she could ever imagine.

The feeling of her teeth tearing into his flesh sent sharp jolts of pain through his arm, each one sending a shiver down his spine. The blood flowed out of him like a river, dripping down his arm and staining the sheets beneath them.

He could feel his strength fading, the dizziness starting to overtake him. His vision was getting blurry, his head feeling light and floaty.

"Teddy bear… please… slow… down…!" he managed to gasp between breaths.

He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip on him was like a vice.

Bakugo gritted his teeth, the pain in his wrist becoming increasingly unbearable. He was starting to feel weak, his movements growing sluggish.

"Teddy bear!" he yelled, his voice getting weaker by the second. He couldn't think straight, his mind foggy and dizzy. His body felt like it was shutting down, the blood loss finally starting to take a toll on him.

His free hand grabbed at her arm, trying to push her back, but it was like trying to move a brick wall.

She didn't even seem to hear him, completely lost in the feeding frenzy. Her grip only tightened as he tried to push her back, her teeth digging deeper into his flesh as she fed.

Bakugo felt himself slipping, his vision growing darker. His strength was fading fast, his body growing heavier with every passing minute.

"Please… stop…!" he gasped weakly.

Y/N snapped to life, taking front seat in her own body once again.

She stares up at Bakugo, a dazed look on her face as blood dripped down her chin and covered her cheeks.

She sat there, staring at him, biting her finger as she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.

Bakugo's body trembled, his breathing ragged and labored. His complexion was pale, the blood loss obviously taking its toll on him.

He stared at her, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of her covered in his blood. He… couldn't help but find it… hot…

Y/N jolted forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him. His own blood entered his mouth as it dripped from her face.

Bakugo grunted in surprise, taken aback by her sudden kiss. His initial reaction was to pull back, but the taste of his own blood on her lips awakened something within him.

He found himself returning the kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. Despite the pain in his wrist, his mind was consumed by the moment, the taste of his blood mixing with her spit in a strange, intoxicating mixture.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting into her mouth as he explored the taste of his blood on her tongue. It was an odd mix of metallic and sweet, the taste of his blood mixed with the natural taste of her mouth. His body pressed against hers, his grip on her waist tight and possessive.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in sharp and uneven, his face flushed from the exertion. His eyes were clouded with desire, his mind consumed by the sensations courding through his body.

Y/N giggled, a big smile making home on her face, the color in her skin coming back.

Bakugo couldn't help but smile at her reaction, the sight of her happy face making his heart skip a beat.

He reached up with his free hand, gently touching her cheek. "You… back with me, teddy bear?" he asked, his voice still a bit ragged.

"Yeah~."

Y/N leaned into his hand, his palm cupping her cheek.

"I'm sorry. I-I-I got carried away a little bit. I'm so, so sorry about that. My mind was so foggy and I couldn't think at all! I'm so sorry for hurting you, and… I hope you don't… want to leave me…"

Bakugo chuckled weakly, his fingers gently stroking her skin.

"Idiot…" he whispered, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I'm not going to leave you just because of this. I told you… I'm fine, teddy bear. Nothing for you to worry about."

Y/N pressed her forehead against his. The warmth of his body radiated onto her. She packed his lips. Before returning her forehead to his.

"I love you."

His heart skipped a beat at her words, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sincerity in her voice.

"I love you too, teddy bear," he murmured, his hand still cupping her cheek. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead, his fingers tracing soft circles on her skin.

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lawww-liet · 3 days ago

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Okay, maybe i like when he narrates, MAYBE I LIKE THE THOUGHT OF MEN BEING IN LOVE, IS THAT A CRIME???

#spencer reid x reader #katsuki x reader #fluff #yuji x reader #sukuna #percy jackson headcanon #spencer reid imagine

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Hi, I read your story, where the kids are rude to mom (the kids of Bakugou, Dabi and Hawks) how do the kids react if their mom decides to ignore them as punishment?

AFTERMATH OF YELLING AT YOUR MAMA!

⋆·˚ ༘ * FEATURING :: Bakugou Katsuki, Hawks, Dabi - (separately)

⋆·˚ ༘ * WARNINGS :: none really, bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, second pov, reader is a mother, kids have a little bit of attitude, kids are around 5-8 years of age, slight spoilers for dabi! I don't condone ignoring your children, please don't, + more? MINI DRABBLES.

DABI

Well, you and Dabi's son is a carbon copy of his father, so he acts the same when being given the silent treatment only less touchy (obviously da faq) The first stage is acting like he doesn't care, he will cross his arms letting out a grumpy huff while rolling his eyes, "Whatever, I don't need to talk to you anyways," is what your son will say, but, after a few hours he starts to feel a little weird. His mum isn't nagging, isn't scolding, isn't even looking at him and it feels so wrong because you always give him attention whether he wants it or not.

The second stage will be when he starts to get annoyed at not receiving any attention, he will trail behind you, definitely gets extra moody (shocker where he got that from) he will go around kicking random toys, furniture and overexaggerated sighs. This happens all until he hugs the back of your legs and mumbles, "I'm sorry I was mean, Mum. Can you talk to me again?" looking as far as you can behind you all you could do was regret ignoring him because of how dilated his cyan eyes were, having his lips in a sad pout and a sheen of tears glazed over his eyes.

HAWKS

Hawks’ kid can’t handle the silent treatment, because she is as needy as her father when it comes to attention. The moment she realizes you’re ignoring them, their brain starts spiraling because you usually just forgive her but Hawks suggested a different strategy. There is no phase one with her, she immediately tries to fix it with begs of your name and tugging at your shirt and a big pout on her face (something she learnt from Keigo). Due to you being used to Keigo's antics, you don't fold, then she goes running to her daddy, her head meeting at his lap as she sulks.

"Mummy is going to hate me forever," she mumbles in an overdramatic tone. The only thinks Keigo could do was laugh because he finds his daughter truly fascinating sometimes. "Sure she will, sweetheart."

BAKUGOU

At first, Bakugou’s kid scoffs, you gonna ignore him? Yeah, he's ignoring you too. He will let out the most dramatic huff and cross his arms and poke his tongue out at you and in the most unconvincing voice he will say, "Like I care!" Ti which, you have to force down a laugh that was about to slip out before Katsuki nudged your arm, making sure you don't break character. Although, just like his father, he will make every attempt to make you jealous and it's honestly the pettiest and funniest thing you will ever experience. Your son will say how much he needs his daddy's help right in front of you and Katsuki has to force down his laugh as well because you both know what he's doing.

Then a few hours pass and then he starts to finally let it sink in and then he becomes frustrated and here comes when he stomps up to you while your doing your skincare with Katsuki. "Yell at me, Mum!" he would pout and you were confused at what he was getting at before you let out a soft laugh, bending down to wrap your arms around your sweet boy and he does the same without any embarrassment.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

honey's a/note: hope you enjoyed, this hasn't been proof read so there might be a few grammar and spelling mistakes ^^

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majoryeager104 · 2 days ago

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Rain soaked Katsuki, who grumpily watched you splash around in muddy puddles, his arms crossed over his chest as he stay seated in the bench. You’d insisted on coming outside in this downpour… to splash in puddles?

Rain soaked Katsuki, who made grumpy retorts every time you asked him to join you. Between the ‘no way’s and the ‘as if’s, you’d think he didn’t want to be there, and was totally annoyed with you. But he kind of enjoyed watching you. Maybe. Kind of. Shut up.

Rain soaked Katsuki, who laughed his ass off when you slipped and fell on yours, finally getting up to stand over you with an outstretched hand and pull you up.

Rain soaked Katsuki, who you managed to convince to splash in a puddle ONE TIME. never again. And if you ever brought it up to anyone- eh, you know he won’t do anything. He enjoyed splashing in puddles with you too much. Secretly.

Rain soaked Katsuki, who acted grumpy all the way back, saying he had mud all over his shoes and that coming back here was stupid, but when you got back to the dorms and he was absentmindedly playing with your hair after drying it, and had that cute little thoughtful smile on his face, you knew that all that whining was total bull.

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writeriguess · 2 days ago

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I have kind of a hyper specific request if that's okay!

Prohero!Reader x prohero!Bakugo where they dated for a bit in hs and she had super long wavy hair, and they broke up like a year or 2 into being pros because she wanted him to be able to focus on his career. The breakup really fucks him up so he just throws himself into working his ass off and rising the ranks not because he has the time to focus on it now, but because it kept his mind off of her. Aside from the occasional collab mission with their agencies, they havent seen each other.

Years later at the reunion, Bakugo and reader meet again, reader cut her hair short and it's just a really bittersweet reunion, both of them changed so much but the love is still very much there. Afterwards, he insists on driving her home and then before going up to her apartment, she asks if he wants to come up and watch a movie or something. They like immediately end up having really passionate, loving sex, and then they talk about how they thought of each other all the time and confess they're still in love, then end up together again.

Ofc no pressure!! It's just been brain rotting in my noggin and I immediately thought of you because your writing is incredible <3

Love you sm ty for taking the time to read this! I hope you have fun and get lots of rest <333

Fading Echoes

You never thought that breaking up with him would hurt as much as it did. Then again, you never thought he'd bury himself in work the way he did, either. It felt like the more space you gave him to focus on his career, the more it pulled him away from everything else—everything that had once mattered to him. You had to go your separate ways, but it didn't mean it didn't tear you apart. You needed him to chase his dream. You couldn’t be the reason he faltered.

But the silence left behind felt like an ache that never fully went away.

When you first met Bakugo, his confidence was loud. Not just in his words but in everything about him. His every movement practically screamed that he was going to be someone, something important in the world. He didn’t need anyone to help him with that—certainly not you. But still, when he’d pull you close at the end of the day, hair still wild and face streaked with dirt from the most recent fight, you felt it. The way he would lean into you, his eyes soft, showing the side of him that only you got to see. The side of him that, even now, sits behind your eyelids, no matter how much time has passed.

You made sure he knew you loved him in every way possible. Every touch, every lingering glance, every shared quiet moment in between battles.

But your love for him wasn’t enough to make him see that his passion for being the best pro hero would take him away. You were there, his teammate, but you weren’t what he needed to be great. And you couldn’t let him slow down, not for you.

So, you broke things off.

He didn't take it well, even though he never said anything, not to you or anyone else. His pride wouldn't let him speak about it, so he threw himself into his work instead. He worked like a machine. No breaks. Just rising, ranking, moving up. Until it felt like it was the only thing that filled the empty space.

Every time you saw his face on a news report or heard his name on the radio, you felt it, the painful reminder of the relationship you tried to hold onto while doing what you thought was best.

But it wasn’t just his achievements that caught your attention. There were the little things—like the way his eyes would dart to your agency’s reports in every collaboration mission. How even when you were both surrounded by your teams, there was always that odd pull, a space between you two that no amount of work could fill. You weren't meant to be in each other's lives anymore, not like that. But somehow, you kept finding yourself searching for his gaze among the crowded halls, watching for his reactions in press conferences, hoping for a glimpse of that spark that had been there before.

But it never came.

You focused on your own career, pushing through the same hustle he did, moving up through the ranks and doing your part in the chaos that was the world of pro heroes. You had your missions, your team, your responsibilities. You couldn’t let his absence swallow you whole, no matter how much you wished you could see him again. Not for closure, not for old times' sake—but just to know that he was okay.

You wish you could tell him that, but what good would it do? He’s moved on. Just like you were supposed to. The silence between you both stretches out endlessly, neither of you willing to break it. And yet, the memory of him lingers in your chest, heavy as stone, constantly weighing you down.

It’s strange—how something so small, a decision that once seemed so clear and right, can ripple out into the world with so much weight, so much force. And now, all that’s left is the sound of silence, filling up the space between you both.

It had been years. Too many years to count on one hand. And yet, when you walked into the reunion, it felt like time slowed down—like everything, even the bustling chatter of old classmates and the clinking of glasses, paused when his eyes locked onto you.

Bakugo had changed. His hair was a bit shorter, his jawline more defined with age, but there was still the same fiery intensity in his gaze. The one that once used to soften when it met yours, now hidden beneath the polished exterior of a pro hero who had seen and conquered so much. And you... you had changed, too. Shorter hair, a clean, crisp bob that framed your face differently, and the same resolute look in your eyes. You were no longer the girl who was afraid of letting go of him. You were stronger. Still, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder—did he still see you the same way?

His eyes lingered on you for just a beat too long, and for the first time in a long while, you felt that familiar tug in your chest. Something between you two had never really faded, no matter how far apart you’d drifted. The love, the history... it was all still there, buried beneath the surface. Neither of you had moved on fully.

You both tried to act cool, pretending you didn’t feel that magnetic pull. Small talk ensued, polite and distant, but there was an undeniable heaviness between you both. It was like stepping into a room that was filled with things you were too scared to touch, too scared to face.

At the end of the night, when everyone else was leaving, Bakugo lingered by the door. He looked at you, his voice low but steady, a little more vulnerable than usual. “Need a ride home?” he asked, like it was nothing. But it wasn’t.

You swallowed, nodding, your heart beating faster than it had in years. "Yeah. I’d appreciate it."

The ride to your apartment was quiet, the air thick with unspoken words. Neither of you seemed to know how to break the tension, but there it was, unavoidable.

When he pulled up to your building, you both lingered for a moment, unsure of the next step. You hesitated, then looked over at him, searching his expression for some hint of what to say next.

"Hey," you murmured, voice shaky despite your best efforts to stay composed. "Do you... want to come up for a bit? Watch a movie or something?"

He didn’t respond immediately, but the look in his eyes softened, and without saying a word, he nodded. Something unspoken passed between you two in that moment—a mutual understanding that things were about to shift, and there was no going back.

Once inside your apartment, you didn’t even make it to the couch. The years of silence, the quiet longing that both of you had buried deep down, surged to the surface like a tidal wave. It started slow—an innocent brush of hands, a glance that held too much meaning, and before you knew it, he was kissing you, fierce and needy. His hands gripped you with urgency, as if he were afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

You felt it all—his warmth, his desperation, the love he still had for you, pulsing through every touch, every kiss. You let go of everything in that moment—every bit of guilt, every hesitation—and just let yourself be consumed by him. By the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

Clothes hit the floor, discarded carelessly as you both tumbled into your bed, lost in each other. The passion, the love, the fire—it was all there, just as it had been when you were younger, only deeper, more intense. There was no time for hesitation now. No more barriers. No more fear. Just you, him, and the moment you’d both been waiting for.

Afterwards, as you lay beside him, your breaths still shaky, Bakugo’s voice broke the silence. "I thought about you... every fucking day," he admitted, his voice rough, but full of that familiar vulnerability. "I tried to move on, tried to tell myself it was better this way, but I was lying. I’m still... I’m still in love with you."

You turned toward him, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. "Me too," you whispered, the words feeling heavier than you expected. "I never stopped loving you. Not for a second."

Bakugo’s expression softened as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. "I’m sorry," he murmured. "I should’ve fought harder for us."

You shook your head, gently cupping his face. "We were both so focused on our careers. We didn’t have time for anything else. But we’re here now. And that’s what matters."

His eyes searched yours, and for the first time in a long while, you both smiled. It wasn’t just the relief of physical need—it was something deeper, something far more real. You weren’t just two pro heroes anymore. You were two people, rediscovering each other, reclaiming what had been lost.

And this time, when he kissed you again, it wasn’t filled with the urgency of past regrets. It was filled with hope, with the promise of a future together. A future where you didn’t have to choose between him and your career. A future where you could have both.

The past was behind you. The silence had broken. And the love that had always been there... was finally ready to grow again.

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