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ghoultramp · 4 years ago

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daisies [bakugou x reader] {req}

▷ bnha

↳ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

↳ content: student!reader w/ undefined quirk, post 298, hospital setting, angst, hurt, comfort, (implied) ptsd, descriptions of injuries

↳ words: 2.5k (w/ bonus drabble)

⇢ summary: there was no amount of training that could have prepared any of you for this. it was chaos, pandemonium, all-out-war. you didn’t want to open your eyes to a world without him, you were sure there was no way that Katsuki could have survived those injuries.

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⇢ note: for ann, thank you for the request, i really did have fun writing this!

loosely based around the events during ch. 285/286. p,s. i also just really love soft bakugou

There was no amount of training that could have prepared any of you for this, not you and your fellow students nor the Pros who fought by your side. It was chaos, pandemonium, all-out war.

You whipped your head around, panicked when you caught sight of Katsuki spinning on his heels to run in a direction away from you. There was no way he would be able to hear your voice over the screaming and shouting around you, nor over the explosions and debris hitting the ground somewhere in the distance but you had to try.

"Kacchan!" you strained your voice, panicking, shouting as loudly as you could. "Kacchan!"

He briefly looked over his shoulder to you, watching as his mouth moved as he continued to run. You shook your head, mouth agape, looking further ahead in the direction he was running; it was Izuku, the green electricity produced by his quirk unmistakable. Your heart beat painfully hard against your chest, eyes flitting from Izuku to Katsuki and back again.

You watched as Katsuki sprinted as fast as he could, pushing through the painful pulling in his muscles. Izuku needed help, he wasn’t about to let him down—not now, not ever again—he couldn’t.

“Please, wait!” you screamed, almost doubling over trying to raise the volume in your voice. It wouldn’t make a difference. You bore down on your teeth, the tension pushing against your jaw.

No matter how hard you tried, it wasn't until he stopped—a prepared stance with his oversized grenade-shaped gauntlets directed at the floor—were you able to catch up to him. Panting, trying to catch your breath, you looked around at the carnage around you. Katsuki’s face was turned to the sky, his face contorted in a mix of anger and fear. You followed his gaze upward; your hands instinctively reached for your mouth as you gasped.

You watched as Katsuki propelled himself forward, shouting orders to Endeavor and Todoroki-kun who readied themselves on either side of him. Ears ringing, you were helpless as you watched on in shock; where had all that strength and courage gone?

The realisation was a slap in the face; your quirk was of no use here. This battle had gone on long enough, you were feeling just about ready to drop. The guilt ate away at you while others around you pushed and pushed and pushed. You looked back at the group you’d separated yourself from, crying out in anguish when the only sight you saw was a billowing cloud of smoke.

You turned back to Katsuki who looked over his shoulder at you; baring and gritting his teeth in determination. You gave him a quick nod and watched as he, Todoroki-kun, and Endeavor propelled themselves upward, toward the unknown assailant and Izuku.

“Please…” you whimpered through gritted teeth, knuckles turning white as the skin pulled taught against bundled fists.

It happened so fast, too fast for you to properly register what you were seeing after being momentarily blinded by a flash of hot, white flames. Long, dark tendrils reached out toward Izuku, you felt your hand instinctively reach out toward him. You saw the unmistakable trail of Katsuki’s gauntlet explosions, propelling him toward his best friend; his body reacting of its own accord.

Eyes wide, the only thing he focused on was Izuku; boosting himself through the air, nothing mattered at that moment. Katsuki pushed and pushed against his fatigued muscles, his shoulder coming into contact with Izuku’s battered and bruised body.

You now understood the adage of time slowing down, or coming to a standstill; the moment Izuku’s body was shoved to safety, you heard nothing but the whooshing of blood coursing through your veins and the loud, thudding beat of your heart. Helpless, you could only be a standby witness as the long, dark spokes pierced Katsuki’s body.

One. Two. Three. Four.

And they were gone. Summoned back to where they came from.

Your legs carried you forward on pure adrenaline, eyes locked on Katsuki as his outwardly lifeless body fell from the sky. The tears burned at your eyes, fists swinging at your sides, muscles pumping and burning.

No, don’t you die on me, Kacchan!

Don’t you die on us!

“Watch out!” was the last thing you heard before it went dark.

Something heavy and hard collided with you, taking your body out from the side and sending you airborne.

Alive: Numbers Unknown.

Injured: Numbers Unknown.

Dead: Numbers Unknown…

Searing hot pain.

With ease, you could vividly remember the pain that swaddled you, right before the trauma to your head rendered you unconscious. Too scared to open your eyes, you lay there with the image of Katsuki’s smile projected in the darkness. You fought against your lips as they twisted, stopping yourself from crying out.

You didn’t want to open your eyes to a world without him, there was very little chance he could have survived such injuries, a fact you didn’t want to believe, but one you were so sure of.

You watched—confused at first—as the soft smile on his face twisted into a grimace of agony. You watched as he looked down at his shaking hands.

Blood. His blood.

You couldn’t open your eyes, trying so hard to fight against the image, your chest heaving up and down with your panicked breaths.

“Kacchan…” you whimpered, lip trembling, “I’m sorry.��

You watched as his four gaping wounds pulsed in time his heartbeat, grotesque in its detail. This was your own guilt torturing you, telling you, ‘this is what you’ve done.’ It didn’t matter that there was no possible way you would have been able to save him, it didn’t matter that he was the one who threw himself into danger; no, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that you didn’t save him.

You continued to watch as this apparition of Katsuki grew paler and paler, horrified as he coughed on his own blood. He reached out his hand toward you and—

“No!” you screamed, eyes snapping open, limbs flailing against the mattress as you bolted upright, you felt the pull of an oxygen mask around the lower half of your face.

You whimpered, lips pulling down at the corners as you felt the dam about to burst. You looked down at your bandaged hands and brought them to your face. You worked quickly at removing your mask, choking back against the wailing sobs you knew were coming. The plastic made a horrible noise as it hit the tile floor, carelessly throwing it over the side of the bed.

You buried your face into your hands, allowing yourself to wail, your weary shoulders shaking violently with your sobs. It was incredibly painful, but the grief of losing him… there was nothing else comparable.

Your bandages were soaked, but what did that matter? You turned over your hand, eyes following a tube that lead to an intravenous drip hanging on a wheeled pole.

Sniffling, you made an attempt at taking in your surroundings; if the unmistakable medicinal smell didn’t give away your location, the sterile, white hospital room certainly did. Bright yellow curtains framed the window opposite you, the half-open blinds allowed the golden afternoon light to pour in. Your eyes fell to a small, simplistic bouquet on the table beneath it.

It was pretty and delicate; sweet little daisies surrounded two, beautiful red carnations. You supposed it added some colour, mentally reminding yourself to thank whoever filled the vase.

You growled against clenched teeth, inching your legs closer to the edge of the bed with the intent of swinging them over. It was agony, you wanted nothing more than to curl up into yourself and scream. Scream until your lungs gave out, cry until your tears ran dry.

But you were here. You were alive. You had to be thankful for that. You had to push forward and fight, you couldn’t let anyone’s death be in vain.

Your eyes scanned the walls for a clock, it had to be late afternoon by your guess.

Your feeble hand gripped the wheeled iv pole tightly, holding on for dear life as you lowered yourself to the floor. You were thankful for the warm, fluffy slippers that hugged your cold feet as you began to shuffle forward. Just seeing the face of one of your classmates would be enough, you told yourself while pushing through the pain, the door inching closer and closer.

It seemed unnaturally quiet as you opened the door, peeking your head out into the corridor, you’d expected far more doctors and orderlies, maybe even patients, but it was silent. It felt too eerie, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

You shuffled forward tentatively, fully emerging from your room. Unsure of which direction to go, you eyed the door closest to you. As you edged closer, you noticed the door was open ever so slightly. The first thing you noticed was the mop of green hair spread across the pillow.

“Izuku,” you said softly, placing a hand flat against the door.

You gently pushed against the door, opening it enough to notice a second figure in the room with him. They were sat at his bedside, hunched over; the only features you could make out from your viewpoint was their heavily bandaged body beneath their light blue hospital gown.

The door groaned when you opened it further, piquing the attention of the second figure. You watched as a tussle of blond hair came into view.

“K-K—“ you stood in shock, the same letter repeating on your tongue.

He placed a hand on the back of the chair to face you, Katsuki’s bright red eyes widened. He moved incredibly swiftly when he pushed himself up, the chair almost toppling with the amount of force he displaced in an attempt to propel himself at you.

“You’re awake!” he cried, his hands pulling you into his chest, arms wrapping around you tightly.

“You’re alive!” you bawled, throwing your own arms around his broad torso, grabbing at the back of the hospital gown as you fell against him.

Katsuki gently rubbed at your back, holding your trembling body in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, sniffling, rubbing your sodden cheek against his chest, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t help.”

He gently shushed you, his hand now stroking the back of your head. Katsuki gently placed his hands around your biceps and held you out at arm’s length; he bent slightly at the torso for his eyes to meet yours.

“I should be the one saying sorry,” he told you, a soft, sad smile played on his lips.

Your eyes glanced over at Izuku, up close, you wondered how he was still alive; his small frame battered from head to toe, his arms bound under thick casts and bandages. You choked back a sob, looking back at Katsuki.

“Kacchan…” you whispered, bringing your hand up to place it on an uninjured cheek.

Gazing into his sad eyes, you watched as they became glassy. You gently stroked your thumb against his cheek, as if to coax out his tears, allowing him to cry. You saw his face twist against his urge to cry but when you looked up at him with your big, sad doe eyes and soft, gentle smile, he felt his walls break.

He grabbed you, grabbed you so hard against him as he heaved against anguished wails; your heart twisted in your chest at his pain.

“If I had only been stronger!” he sobbed, you felt him cling to the fabric of your own gown. “Just a bit faster! If only I—“

You pressed one palm against his back while your other hand found purchase in his hair, gently stroking at his tousled locks.

“Kacchan,” you interrupted him, as gently as you could, “you risked your life.”

“But it wasn’t enough!” he fought back, his voice just as desperate as his hold on you.

“Please, Katsuki,” you told him, adding a sternness to your voice that made him pause.

Begrudgingly, you pushed him away gently, holding him by his bicep to turn him around to face Izuku.

“He’s alive,” you continued. You looked up at him as he rubbed at his wet, red face. “You risked your life for him, and when he wakes up,” you gently lay your head against Katsuki’s arm, “we can be here together.”

bonus drabble:

⇢ the thought of reader making katsuki aware of flower language gives me a kick; i hope you think it’s as cute as i do

Katsuki looked down at the small bundle of flowers in his hands, they were so delicate in comparison. He was so relieved that you were still alive but, just like Izuku, you were still unconscious. The anger and guilt were so quick to rise to the surface but he told himself that—just this once—he’d sit by your side calmly.

“So, um,” he mumbled and cleared his throat, “you remember telling me about flowers meaning things?”

He took your small hand in his own, he didn’t like how frail you looked, how much your body had endured. He wrinkled his nose.

“I, um,” he groaned, “this is stupid.”

He sat back in his chair and covered his eyes with a large, bandaged forearm. He turned his head to see the vase sat beneath the window. He leaned forward.

“Tell you what,” he said, pushing himself up from the chair with effort. He stifled a wince.

It only took Katsuki three of his wide strides to reach the table. He shrugged his shoulders, grabbing the jug of drinking water.

“It’ll do,” he murmured, filling the vase.

He turned around to make sure he could see you and—had you been awake—you could see him. He frowned and fiddled with the flowers. He gently pulled out two big, beautiful carnations.

“This way, when you wake up,” he began, “maybe you’ll remember what you told me...”

He placed the red flowers, a shade that matched his eyes, in the vase.

“…because my heart certainly is aching.”

He felt his eyes sting when he looked back at you. Katsuki cleared his throat before doing the same with the daisies.

“They’re so delicate,” he whispered, “just like you.”

He felt his cheeks flush, a sweet, tender blush against his skin.

“And I do, y’know,” he said, now returning to your bedside, “I do love you truly.”

He sat down, cupping your hand in both of his. He squeezed gently.

“Please,” he fought hard against his sobs, “please, wake up soon.”

He brought your hand to rest on his forehead, he sighed heavily before softly kissing the back of your hand.

“You can do this,” he told you, “I believe in you.”

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twinkies-posts · 3 years ago

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hello🦦

it's been a while😅

um- what if I wanna give the MHA/BNHA boys a forehead kith😚

you can pick the characters!!

love you the most, have a nice day/night ❤

Love you too baby bat !!! ^^

Forehead kisses .

Katsuki will resist. He would be all angry as usual and will push you away because you are in his own personal space . BUT if you somehow manage to get in his personal space without being plowed up AND kissed his forehead. He will be a blushing mess . He will act like he is Red from being angry but It's all lies . And the next thing you know he is not so aggressive about it . Still will act angry about it . But he secretly likes it ^^

Iida will be confused when you walk to him setting down and smile and kiss his forehead. But once you do it he will blush so dark and try to say it's inappropriate. But he will mumbled a small thank you and will admit loving it because it's warm and safe .

Denki will hug you . I see denki as a very very energetic character. So if you walked to kiss his forehead, he would giggle and Clapp his hands and hug you tightly. Having a slightly soft blushe on his face while kissing your cheek as a thank you .

Todoroki will be confused. Super confused . And will look at you like a lost kitten and as why will you do this . So you will end up the next hour explaining it's just an act of affection . Poor boy is missing tons of if affection.

Kirishima say it's so manly and it became a habit after , he will kiss your head every now often and will hug you tons . He is a very touchy person as long as you are comfortable with it !

Mina ashido squeals. She giggle and blushe and hug you . She allows it soooo much because she really likes when people are so comfortable with her to this point .

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andypantsx3 · 2 years ago

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incendiary | 3 | bakugou x reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

length: 4.9k of ~23k / 3rd of 8 chapters

summary: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort

warnings: themes of discrimination (please see note in fic masterpost), canon typical violence, eventual smut, aged up characters

notes: A HUGE thank you to my sensitivity readers @cat-slippered and @darkenedniqhts��. They’re both incredible writers and lovely human beings, please check their fics out!! Please see my notes in the fic masterpost for more!

In the morning, you woke to the slam of pots in the kitchen.

You shot up, instantly getting tangled up in your covers. You struggled against their tight coiling, letting out a strangled hrgh noise before overbalancing and slipping over the side of the couch, landing hard on your shoulder.

An ugly chuckle issued from the kitchen. You poked your head up to catch a scarlet eye turned in your direction, the maliciously pleased curl of a full mouth. You stared for a moment, disoriented, wondering who the hot blonde was, why he was so familiar, and what he was doing in your house.

Then he turned towards you more fully, his eyes flickering judgmentally over you, and it all caught back up with you.

Ugh. Fucking Bakugou.

Part of you had hoped when you woke, this all would have proved a very detailed and specific nightmare. But the nightmare was still there, glaring at you while he neatly chopped vegetables and set a pot to boiling on the stove, still wearing that stupid black tank that showed off the meticulously honed, deadly perfection of his biceps.

Double ugh.

You groaned and sank back to the ground, biting down some choice swear words. Bakugou ignored you, the only sounds from the kitchen the quick thump of his knife against a cutting board, the snap and hiss of the grill drawer being turned on.

You slowly extricated yourself from your tangled heap of blankets, beating a bleary but hasty retreat to the bathroom to escape his presence, grabbing a change of clothes and your toiletries on the way.

In the bathroom, Bakgou had apparently already set out his own—a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, a razor, and a small travel size container of shaving cream were laid away behind the mirror. On the shelves, a small zippered pouch in a deep gray lay next to a stack of fluffy towels.

You couldn’t help but peek inside, intrigued by the idea of Bakugou Katsuki having personal effects like an actual human being. Inside, a comb, some kind of expensive smelling hair gel, and spares of the items behind the mirror peered back at you. It all seemed weirdly domestic, weirdly intimate, and you quickly backed away, turning on the shower instead. You flung off your clothes, scattering them all over the bathroom in your haste to get into the shower and away from Bakugou’s things.

Of course Bakugou was a living, breathing human (demon), which you had quickly realized yesterday. But it still threw you for a loop to realize he was more than the person you saw on TV, or even the spitting, snarling gremlin who’d stood in the detective’s office and vehemently refused to protect you. He existed outside those spaces—he brushed his teeth and shaved his face and did his hair like every other human man on earth. He apparently also chopped vegetables very expertly and had enough presence of mind to start grilling things early in the morning. There were moments, domestic and intimate, that he had, just like everyone else.

You jumped into the shower, disliking the thought of him as anything other than a feral garbage rat. A quirkist, feral garbage rat, at that.

When you emerged, Bakugou had laid out his breakfast at the coffee table, sitting cross legged on the floor. It looked like a full, traditional spread—with grilled fish, miso, rice, marinated vegetables, and neatly sliced tamago—and it smelled divine. Your stomach rumbled. Bakugou’s lips turned up in a smirk but he didn’t say anything as you passed.

You poked into the kitchen hopefully, only to find all the dishes scrubbed and drying in the dish rack. It had been too much to hope you could have snuck leftovers out of the pan while he wasn’t looking. He had probably planned for this, the bastard.

You dug around in the fridge and the cabinet instead, taking quick stock of things. There were a lot of fresh vegetables in the crisper drawer, a bowl of assorted fruit on the counter, and a large variety of spices lurking in the cabinets. In the back of a cabinet, you unearthed a box of nearly-expired granola bars. You ferreted a canned coffee from the door of the fridge and an apple from the fruit bowl, and disappeared back into your room, unwilling to lay out your inferior spread in front of Bakugou.

Back on your bed, you arranged your spoils on top of the covers and dug around in your backpack for your phone. It was near-dead, choked with thousands of texts, and the notification badges were piling up on all your social media apps. You spent a couple minutes mindlessly scrolling through everything, deleting whatever wasn’t from a contact you already knew.

The majority of your real texts were from Megumi—some from yesterday when you had been at the police station, but several more had piled up overnight.

MEGUMI ✨🍹🌴💕 is bakugou there with u still 11:58 PM what does he sleep in 11:58 PM have u seen him in his underwear yet 12:07 AM if u send me pics i will sell them to the girls on our floor 12:09 AM i’ll only charge u a 20% cut 12:18 AM

You laughed, cracking open your coffee. At least one thing was still normal.

I’m in, you texted back, smiling. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve got the goods.

You also had a smattering of emails from your professors with links to where your lectures would stream in the upcoming week, and a reminder from your least favorite of the bunch that your Ethics paper would still be due on Tuesday regardless of your circumstances. He seemed to imply in not so many words that if you had enough time to get messy and go viral on YouTube, you also had ample time to get your paper written.

His message startled you into a stream of swears, and you finished your breakfast quickly. You dug out your textbook and laptop, clicking into the half-finished document.

The morning passed in a blur of frantic typing, hasty annotations, and some lurking about on Wikipedia articles that explained the concepts much more clearly than either your textbook or your professor had. It was well past lunch by the time you finished up, proofing it one final time and sending it off to your professor one whole day early, thank you very much.

The shower was running when you emerged from your room, and a small mountain of exercise equipment had been unearthed from somewhere, now laying stacked up against the far wall of the living room. A set of bright orange resistance bands were draped over two disturbingly large weights, and a yoga mat was neatly rolled up behind them. A sweet, tangy scent like burnt caramel hung vaguely in the air.

You wondered at the thought of someone like Bakugou doing something that was supposed to be as chill as yoga. Although, you supposed he needed to maintain some degree of flexibility if he ever hoped to reach back and remove the enormous fucking stick from his ass.

You went into the kitchen, digging around in the cabinets for the jar of peanut butter you’d seen earlier, slathering it onto two slices of bread in a hastily prepared meal. You pulled a banana out of the fruit bowl, and retrieved the entire box of granola bars for good measure, then beat a hasty retreat to your room lest you run into Bakugou coming out of the shower.

You might not have concerned yourself, however, because no sooner had you started in on your meal than the door to your room banged open, rebounding off the wall with a violent slam. You jerked, startling, accidentally flinging a piece of bread onto your covers.

“You missing something, princess?” A familiar voice growled.

Bakugou stood in your doorway, slightly pink and flushed from the heat of the shower. The ends of those blonde spikes drooped with moisture, dark at the roots, and a few very distracting, very horrible beads of moisture glinted wetly at his collarbones and in the hollow divots of his muscles, darkening the fabric of his shirt at the collar.

Your mouth went kind of dry and your skin prickled with something. Irritation, probably.

“Well?” he demanded.

It took you a moment to realize he wasn’t just standing in your doorway for nothing. Your eyes trailed over his shoulder, down the length of a faintly glistening arm to where he held something clutched in his fist. In his hand, a horrifyingly familiar gray fabric stared back at you—your bra that you’d flung off in your haste to get into the shower, and then promptly forgot about. You shot out of your bed in a blind panic, grabbing frantically for it.

Bakugou’s mouth pulled up into a wicked smirk, and he lifted your bra just out of reach as you approached, watching you grab for it with no small amount of relish.

“Mother fuck—just—give me that—!” you demanded, swiping for it again.

“Not gonna say thank you, brat?” he asked. Red eyes fixed pointedly to your face. “First I’m a babysitter and now you think I’m your damn maid too?”

You could have exploded. Dynamight, actual pro hero Dynamight—human, demon, garbage rat, quirk supremacist Dynamight, was holding your bra—and holding it hostage. And clearly enjoying himself for the first time since he’d gotten here, too.

You grabbed his arm with both hands, yanking it down with an embarrassingly extreme amount of effort on your part. You quickly plucked your bra from his fingers, whipping it behind your back.

“What are you, in first grade?” You demanded, rounding on him.

Bakugou didn’t appear at all chastened. “Think I liked the pink one better, princess,” he said.

A wild noise somewhere between a horrified gasp and an incredulous laugh erupted from you. You quickly flung your bra behind the bed, then pressed your hands to his chest, shoving him out the door and slamming it closed after him. An ugly snort issued from behind the wood grain, dissolving into a bright peal of genuine laughter. Bakugou’s steps sounded incredibly smug as he padded back towards his own room, his mission of humiliating you clearly accomplished.

The fucking asshole.

Of course he’d find something like this funny. It was probably completely fucking farcical from his perspective that quirkless girls had all the same body parts attached as quirked ones—minus the quirk-specific ones, like wings or horns or whatever the hell. If he could just do you a favor, crawl into a hole and die.

You avoided him for the rest of the evening, hiding away in your room and powering through assignments to keep your mind off of things, answering the occasional text from Megumi and your other friends, and working your way through a few more granola bars. Bakugou, mercifully, didn’t make a reappearance until dinnertime, and you were able to avoid him by keeping to your room, a stack of textbooks wedged up against your door lest he try to barge in again.

You barely saw him over the next few days, either, the two of you falling into some kind of avoidance-based routine.

Every morning, Bakugou would get up obscenely early and make himself a variety of breakfasts that smelled so good they always roused you from your own sleep. You’d hurriedly dart into the kitchen once you heard him leave, grab whatever non-perishable was tucked away in the cabinets—be it granola bars, cereal, or more peanut butter–a random fruit from the fruit bowl, and disappear back into your room.

While you dialed into your morning lectures, Bakugou would do what sounded like several hours of workouts in the living room. You didn’t dare peek for fear of seeing all that straining muscle on display—your circumstances were already dire enough. Then he’d make himself lunch, which always smelled just as irresistible as breakfast, and then he’d shower. You’d again dart out to the kitchen to scavenge, sometimes managing to boil a ramen packet, sometimes finding conbini lunches packed away in the fridge.

The only variety was when, once a week, a plainclothes hero from Genius Office would show up with a haul of groceries. Bakugou and the hero would make conversation in low tones–although sometimes it was high tones with a lot of insult flinging, particularly when a haughty-looking blonde with pointed features and judgmental gray eyes showed up–he seemed to know exactly which buttons to press to get Bakugou to almost blow your cover, and seemed to very much enjoy pressing them. You gathered just enough to learn that this was the infamous Monoma, who Bakugou had wanted to fob you off on.

He seemed almost just as annoying as Bakugou, but at this point you’d have taken anyone instead.

In the afternoon, you’d do your homework, or attend afternoon lectures. Sometimes you’d chat with friends, sometimes you’d call into your TA’s office hours just to speak to someone, but it all paled in comparison to going outside, having fresh air, and actually speaking to real people.

Over the course of a few weeks, a feeling began to mount in your gut, creeping into your shoulders, a slow, insidious kind of tension. As the days went on you felt more brittle—like a dried out twig pressed under a boot, straining, almost ready to snap.

It didn’t help that you hadn’t heard much on when you could return home. As far as you could tell, the churn around your video was already starting to die down, and Megumi had told you people had stopped turning up to the dorm looking for you. But there was no word from either the police or any hint of a change from the heroes at Genius Office.

It was just you, still trapped alone with Bakugou, who was beginning to irk you more and more each day.

Bakugou mostly ignored you, which you had wanted at first, given the pains you were taking to avoid him too, but even that started to annoy you. But you were so starved for human company, real human company, at this point that even he would do. Eventually, you abandoned your project of avoiding him, going out of your way to cross his path.

Pretty quickly, you found the one thing guaranteed to nettle him enough that he spoke to you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He demanded one afternoon, watching you incredulously over one powerful shoulder. He’d been hovering over the stove, pan-frying beef and veggies for gyudon when you’d joined him. You’d dug out a potato from the pantry, scrubbed it down, and then poked it over with a fork and stuck it in the microwave.

Bakugou watched you intently, wearing an expression like you were committing a war crime right in front of him.

“I’m making lunch,” you replied, nosing around in the fridge for butter and some melty cheese.

“A microwaved potato?” He demanded, in the tones of an interrogating officer.

“I used my brain too much,” you said, thinking back to your morning lecture. “I’m starving. Granola is not gonna cut it.”

He continued staring, his mouth a grim line. Like you had literally murdered someone and he’d caught you standing over the body. The microwave beeped and you went to it and turned the potato over.

Bakugou was still staring when you turned back around.

“Your beef is gonna burn,” you told him.

“You’re gonna get fucking scurvy,” he informed you imperiously. “What the fuck are you doing.”

The last part was not phrased like a question, more like an accusation.

“It’s called college cooking,” you told him, your hackles raising defensively. So what if it wasn’t a full, traditional spread? Some people had lectures to attend and homework to do and a death threat to contend with! And also some people had never actually had the time or resources to learn to make a full, traditional spread! Some people were just hungry and needed some carbs in their fucking stomach!

Classist asshole.

Actually, make that classist, quirkist asshole. Knowing him, he probably thought this yet another symptom of your quirklessness, another deficiency borne of your genetic inferiority. The disdain on his handsome face spoke volumes here. It was just a motherfucking potato. People made potatoes all the time.

As soon as the microwave dinged again, you decorated your meal with a pat of butter and some cheese, and scurried over to take Bakugou’s usual spot at the coffee table, seating yourself there defiantly.

Bakugou looked up from where he was scraping his meal out of the pan, scarlet eyes narrowing. “Get out of my spot, brat.”

“You don’t own it,” you informed him haughtily, digging into your potato.

“And you think you do, princess?” He asked.

His tone grated on you, like sandpaper on skin. You looked up at him, glaring. All of a sudden it felt like the tension of the last few weeks was rising to a head, Bakugou the only human outlet you had for your emotions. Your hands curled into fists beneath the table, digging little half-moon indents into your palms.

“You know what,” you said flatly. “I’m a princess? Fine, then I command you to shut the fuck up.”

The pan clattered into the sink, and suddenly Bakugou was rounding the counter, mouth pulled up in a snarl.

“You want to play it like that, princess?” He demanded as he prowled closer.

For a wild moment you had the thought that he really meant business. You considered grabbing your potato and lobbing it at him like some kind of butter-soaked hand grenade. But then he stopped before you, his socked feet stamping angrily on the yellow wooden floor. You stared, momentarily fascinated by the incongruity of a bloodthirsty pro hero in something so pedestrian as ankle socks.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t back themselves up, brat,” he pointed out, leaning down to catch your eye. His irises were blood red, fixed unwaveringly on your face. “You’re lucky I’m paid to protect your mouthy little ass.”

You scowled up at him. “Or what, you’d fucking join forces with Matsui? God, I’m so tired of your fucking indignation over having to protect someone you think is lower than dirt.”

Bakugou’s blonde brows knit together. “So you don’t get your fucking ass incinerated when you say stupid shit like this, shitstick. Like you fucking understand anything about anything.”

“I understand plenty,” you informed him tartly.

He growled. “You understand less than nothing, you fucking idiot. Shit like this is how you got yourself targeted in the first place. Now shut the hell up, and get the fuck out of my seat.”

You did get out of his seat, but only so you could shoot to your feet, stretching to your full height and pointing a finger in his stupid face.

“Let’s get one thing clear, asshole,” you pronounced tightly. “I am not going to shut the fuck up. I’m not going to keep my mouth shut and eyes down, scurrying around like some meek little mouse who’s just lucky to fucking be here. I might be quirkless, but I am a human fucking person, who deserves all of the same respect as everyone else. And no one—not you, not Matsui, and not those quirkist assholes from campus—get to make me feel otherwise!”

In the corner of your vision, you saw his hands flex, clenching and unclenching reflexively like he was barely stopping himself from putting them around your neck.

God, and wasn’t that just so typical? Your school years had been filled with this same type of little asshole too, who just itched to get their hands on you, to make themselves feel superior by bringing you down.

All of them were exactly the fucking same.

“You know what,” you said, suddenly exhausted and exasperated. “You can have your seat. You can have the whole fucking apartment. I’m fucking over this.”

You whirled around, stomping over to the door. You stamped on your shoes angrily, flinging open the door, and stormed out into the fluorescence of the hallway.

“Oi—” Bakugou’s voice chased after you, but you slammed the door before he could say more, stomping over to the stairwell. You fumed as you made your way down and back onto the street, almost blind with rage, uncaring of where you were going.

The afternoon air was cool as it washed over you, chilling some of your anger instantly. You let out a heavy huff, taking in the street as you stepped out onto the pavement. A few people trudged slowly down either side, and the scraggly trees waved wearily in an afternoon breeze. At the end of the street, a group of students were ducking into the convenience store you’d seen when you first arrived.

You set out in their direction, following the sidewalk until it spat you out in front of the store. You made your way inside, beelining for the refrigerators. A cool drink would help, and maybe some kind of snack. You hadn’t finished your potato before Bakugou started acting like a fucking asshat, and your stomach grumbled at you discontentedly.

You took your time browsing the shelves, selecting a bottled water and a pre-wrapped sandwich, toying with the idea of also getting yourself dessert for your troubles.

It was only as you deposited your items on the counter that you realized you’d stormed out without any of your personal effects—including your wallet and phone. You almost groaned out loud. You did not want to have to walk back in there just yet, didn’t want to face another round of Bakugou’s incredulous ire, his sanctimonious judgment.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back,” you muttered to the cashier, moving to exit the store, just as two men turned the corner of a shelf. One man was tall and lithe, sporting jeans and a dark blazer that washed him out in the fluorescence of the convenience store. The other was smaller and darker, with lilac irises, dressed in a gray coat.

You might have ignored them completely had they not both froze when they saw you. There was a beat of stunned silence, and then a snarl overtook the smaller man’s face.

“You’re that drunk bitch from the video,” he spat, with such force that it made you jump.

You stepped back, alarmed. You couldn’t tell what had surprised you more, his recognition or his tone. The taller man’s face pinched, as if he too had finally realized who you were, and wasn't pleased.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” The smaller man demanded, stepping forward into the space you had just yielded.

You bristled, put off by his aggressive manner. “Getting a drink, though I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you said tightly.

“You wouldn’t know a thing about minding your own business, you fucking freak,” the man said, advancing further. You turned to look at the cashier, disturbed by this man’s agitation, but the cashier looked similarly unnerved. He’d scooted back from the counter, pressed up against the rows of medicine behind him.

He’d be no help to you, it seemed.

You chewed your lip, resigned. Fine then, you could handle this on your own. You were used to this.

You turned back to the pair of men, your shoulders squaring. “Pretty sure my right to exist is absolutely my business,” you said acidly. Your hands balled into fists at your sides, fingernails digging tightly into the skin of your palms. “Now why don’t you mind yours?”

The shorter man seemed to hesitate for a moment, eyes tracking across your face as if in some confusion. But then the moment was gone, and his expression went murderous. His lilac irises flashed with some unnatural light, and then skin on the back of your neck prickled with foreboding. Your skin shivered into little goosebumps as the air around you changed, suddenly becoming thinner, sharper, stranger…

The feeling was unnatural, the texture of the air beyond anything you’d felt before. You knew what was happening instantly.

A quirk.

He was about to use a quirk on you.

Blind panic settled over you. You hesitated, unsure whether you should duck, hide, or rush him—when the door banged open, slamming into the glass store front with a crack that shattered a ragged line right up the window. There was a whirlwind of black and blonde, and before your eyes could properly register what you were seeing, Bakugou was there, gripping the shorter man’s wrist so hard you could hear the bones in it creak.

“Drop the fucking quirk now and I won’t blow your hand straight off,” Bakugou demanded, even as you realized you were having trouble drawing in a breath, the air around you almost resisting you. Your eyes went wide, and you stepped back, taking another frantic breath, only to be met with the same resistance.

Your fingers fluttered in panic, and you stumbled.

“NOW,” Bakugou snarled, the man’s jacket starting to hiss and smoke, a white light flickering under Bakugou’s palm.

Almost immediately, the air flooded back into your lungs, almost choking you with its force, and you staggered against the counter, winded.

Bakugou twisted, a movement almost too fast for you to follow, wrenching the man’s arm behind him. In a flash, he’d shoved both men against a shelf, and was locking a quirk suppressor around their wrists, feeding it through the steel caging of the shelving.

Your vision swam strangely as you watched him, puffing in air.

“Call the fucking police right the fuck now,” he barked at the cashier. You heard a clatter behind you, the rattle of several pill bottles dropping to the ground as the cashier presumably dislodged himself, rushing to obey. The plastic clicking of phone keys followed quickly.

You watched as Bakugou tightened the restraint, a weird weakness making itself known around your knees. You gripped the counter tightly, refusing to sink to the ground, either in front of the men or Bakugou.

Bakugou finished up quickly and strode over, his expression tight.

“When they get here, tell them to contact Genius Office,” he demanded, looking over your shoulder at the cashier. He gripped your shirt at your shoulder, hauling you off the counter. “Come on, you little idiot, we’re getting you back to the safehouse. Don’t know what the fuck you were thinking, coming here.”

His tug had you tripping over your own feet, and you reached out to grab him for stability, gripping the front of his shirt in a frantic fistful. Your vision lurched again.

Bakugou paused, frowning, and looked you over. “He hurt you somewhere, brat?” he said, stilling. His grip shifted under your elbows, propping you up. “Your leg?”

“I’m fine,” you garbled out, trying to get your legs under you again. They felt strangely stiff, like you might accidentally snap them if you didn’t stand exactly straight. You tested your step, sucking in another large breath as you did. Your skin still prickled, as though the man’s quick was still active…

But that couldn’t be right…

You’d seen Bakugou put a quirk suppressor on him, hadn’t you?

Bakugou’s head dipped, and he looked you in the face, scarlet eyes picking over you intently. You startled at the proximity of his face to yours, almost stumbling back. He made a grunting sound, and then suddenly the floor went out from under you. You gripped him in panic as he hefted you into his arms, tucking you neatly against his front.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You gasped. Your voice sounded strange to your ears, almost slurred.

Bakugou shouldered his way out of the door, maneuvering you through it with a surprising amount of care. “You’re in shock, princess. Pupils dilated like a fucking lunatic.”

The insult registered first, and you wondered if you should be offended, until his full message sank in. “Shock? I’m not in shock,” you informed him, motioning for him to put you down.

Bakugou ignored you, striding down the street back towards the safehouse with no more trouble than if you were a bag of groceries. “Pipe the fuck down, brat. We’re gonna get you inside.”

You made an affronted noise, which quickly turned into a groan as Bakugou shifted you to key in the code at the door.

The last thing you remembered was passing through the front door. And then the world around you prickled gray at the edges.

And suddenly, without warning, everything went dark.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader

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lonely-layla · 2 years ago

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✩ 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 / 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 ✩

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Read this before requesting to prevent confusion if I deny

Name: Layla any pronouns(genderfluid)

✩Content under cut ✩

Hello there! I’m Layla! This is an information post about requests and what you are able to do. Let’s get to it<3

『 𝕋𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥: 』

LGBTQ! characters/readers(being part of the community myself I have no problem with it<3)

POC! reader(I am a person of color myself <3)

Chubby/plus sized!reader(also me <3)

Female/male/gender neutral!reader

NSFW(my forte)

Fluff(I love comfort posts)

Angst(I’m not good at it but I’ll try)

『 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥: 』

R4pe

Pedophilia/child porn(if the character is aged up then it’s okay)

Incest / Stepcest / Pseudo-cest

Trans Male/ Trans Female (I am not trans and I don’t know how it feels. I don’t want to offend anyone by spreading misinformation about how it works)

Vomit/ Piss/ Scat (wtf-weirdos…)

Characters x OCs

Reader with disabilities(I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or spread misinformation about it.)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.�� .* :☆ﾟ.───

✩ 『 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 』 ✩

My hero acedemia

Demon slayer

Danganronpa (all except ultra despair girls)

Haikyuu! (I’m just starting it so I might not know some characters)

Genshin Impact(only some characters lol)

Yandere Simulator

✩ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 absolutely 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ✩

Any characters that are not on the lists I will write about unless stated otherwise

Class 1 A: izuku midorya, Katsuki Bakgou, Shoto todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Momo yaoyorozu, Mina Ashido, Kyoka jirou, Hanta Sero, Tenya Iida, ocho uraraka,eijiro kirishima

Class 1B: Neito Monoma, Hitoshi Shinsou

Pro hero’s: Shouta aizawa, Keigo takami(hawks) mirko, ms joke, midnight, mt lady

Villains: Touya todoroki(dabi)

Extra characters: Mirio togata, tamaki amajiki

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Kamaboko squad: tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira

Hashira: rengoku, giyu tomioka, gyomei himejima, Sanemi shinazugawa,mitsuri kanroji, Tengen Uzui (and his wives ofc)

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Trigger happy havoc: mondo Owada, Leon kuwata, aoi asahina, Byakuya Togami, Celestia Ludenburg, yasuhiro hagkure, sayoko maizono

Goodbye despair: nagito komaeda, Hajime hinata,ibuki mioda, Gundham Tanaka, Akane owari, Milan tsmiki, Sonia nevermind

Killing harmony: Rantaro Amami, shuichi saihara, Miu iruma,Kiibo, Tenko chabashira, maki harukawa, Gonta gakuhara

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(I’m just started watching this anime so sorry if there aren’t a lot of characters to chose from)

Karasuno: Shoyo hinata, Tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, yuu nishinoya,ryunosuke tanaka

Nekoma: kuroo tetsuro, Kenna kozume

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Genshin Impact: Keaya Alberich, Childe Tartaglia, shikanoin heizou, Aether, Zhongli, Dilluc

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Yandere Simulator: Budo Masuta, Umeji kizuguchi, Shoku Tsuburaya, Osaka Najimi, most 1980’s characters

✩ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ✩

Class 1 A: Rikado Sato, koji koda, Fumikage tokoyami,Mashirao ojiro, Mezou shoji, Tooru hagakure, minoru mineta, Tsuyu asui, yuga aoyama

Pro heroes: all might, present mic, endeavor, Mickey Mouse lookin ahh principal

Villains: kurogiri, Himiko toga, twice, tomura shigaraki, all for one, the ficking lizard dude

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Kamaboko squad: nezuko(sorry my soul just can’t)

Hashira: iguro obonai, shinobu kocho

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Trigger happy havoc:NO MONOKUMA,toko fukawa(or genocide syo),Sakura ogami, kyoko kirigiri, makoto naegi, Hifumi yamada, chihiro fujisaki, Sayaka Maizono, kyotaka ishimaru,

Goodbye despair: NO MONOMI, teruteru hanamura, l nekomaru nidai, Peko pekoyama, Byakuya Twogami, kazuichi soda, mahiru koizumi

Killing harmony: NO MONOKUBS, kokichi oma, Himiko yumeno, Angie yonaga,Korekiyo shinguji

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Yandere simulator: Gema taku, ayano aishi

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

#chubby reader #chubby!reader #plus size!reader #masterlist #genshin impact smut #plus size reader #mha #genshin impact #haikyuu #assassination classroom #my hero acedamia #demon slayer #danganronpa

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luminnara · 3 years ago

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Nightmares | Omega!Bakugou x Alpha!reader

Can we get another omega!Bakgou with alpha! Reader..it could be nfsw or add whatever you’re feeling! Also make sure to stay hydrated and get rest!!

Requests are open!

This is short but sweet! I think it ended up cute <3

“Katsuki, what are you doing?” You asked groggily, still half asleep and refusing to open your eyes. You could feel your omega shifting around in bed next to you, but you were determined to get another hour or two of sleep, and unfortunately for him, that meant that he was being ignored.

Bakugou let out an angry huff. He didn’t like being so needy, but with you, he couldn’t help it. He was at least a good foot taller than you, well muscled, and always snarly and standoffish...but when you were around, he was ashamed to admit that he felt like he was melting into a little puddle of goo.

He hated it. He hated showing anyone how vulnerable he was. No matter how many times you told him that it was okay, that you were his alpha and he could come to you about anything, he was absolutely determined to act tough all the time. When you were out in public together, everyone always assumed that he was the alpha, with the way that he was so big and so angry. His omega scent mingling with your own musk would confuse random passersby, and people would often do double takes as you walked down the street. Nobody could really understand your relationship, but that was okay; it was your life, not theirs, and you and Katsuki were perfectly happy.

“Alpha,” he huffed, voice muffled by the pillows as he burrowed his way under your arm.

“What, baby?” you mumbled, lazily petting his hair.

“Can’t sleep.”

You sighed and willed yourself awake. Katsuki had begrudgingly opened up to you about his nightmares a few months ago, telling you about a few of the worst recurring dreams he had. You couldn’t deny how horrifying they sounded--he was a pro hero, and he had gone through a lot to get where he was today. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up in a cold sweat, clinging to you for dear life as he tried to catch his breath and take in his surroundings.

Tonight, at least, it seemed that he hadn’t slept at all, which was just as troublesome.

“Omega,” you cooed, sitting up slightly.

He immediately laid his head on your chest, nuzzling you as he searched for warmth and comfort. “Alpha...”

Your fingers carded through spiky blonde hair. “Wanna tell me?”

Bakugou was silent, and you already had your answer.

“That’s fine.” you spoke up when he said nothing. “Wanna watch a movie?”

He nodded, still not speaking as you reached over to grab a remote off your bedside table. “Wanna choose?”

He nodded again and you handed the remote to him, settling back against the pillows as he scrolled through Netflix. You didn’t have to ask questions to know what he needed...and that’s exactly why the two of you worked so well.

Katsuki eventually chose a cartoon, and you knew that if you breathed a word of this to anybody at his agency, he would blow up your shared apartment. It was alright, though; you lived for these intimate moments with your mate, wanting nothing more than to relax with him and get to see a side that he never showed anyone else.

You absentmindedly rubbed your neck over his head, drenching him in your scent, and before long, you heard his breathing even out. Bakugou was big and tough, sure, but when it came down to it...all he really needed was his alpha to make things better.

#bakugou x reader #omega!bakugou #omega!bakugou x alpha!reader

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animeweebslut · 4 years ago

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Nightmare

Summary: Bakugou and you have been dating in secret but with exams slowly approaching Bakugou’s stresses seem to have impacted him harder than you expected.

Warning: None, a little angsty, COMFORT, needy Bakugou, fluffy.

Word Count: 1.2K

You and Bakugou have been secretly dating for a few months now. He decided to keep it a secret because he doesn’t want others to interfere with yours and his personal life. What people see of him is completely different from what you see. When you two are alone he basks in your touches and cuddles, it makes him feel safe. Bakugou is always on high alert from his previous trauma and whenever you two are in public you give him subtle touches to his hand to let him know you’re there.

You love Bakugou and will do anything for him to feel calm. Ever since he trusted you and you him he has felt the most security since he can remember. He knows you will be there for him and since then his nightmares have lessen throughout the months. Bakugou hasn’t jolted awake by terrifying memories covered in sweat with a heaving chest because of your influence on him. He’s grateful for that but he will never tell you. Since exams have been approaching and the stress of getting good marks has been on everyone’s minds you and Bakugou haven’t spent much time together. Your time spent in class is furiously writing notes and lunch period is knowing glances from your seats. You two have tried to study together but that ends up with abandoned notebooks and cuddle time. You and Bakugou can’t wait for exams to be over though Bakugou more than you.

He’s has been on edge since you and him can’t spend much time together. He’s become more agitated and irritable.

“Hey bro.” Kirishima greets when he enters the classroom.

“Shut up” Bakugou responds rudely.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been irritable all day” Kirihshima asks while walking to his desk.

Bakugou just scoffs from his seat and watches the students file into class, waiting for you.

When his eyes spot you his heart speeds up and he restrains a smile. You walk in his direction to get to your desk which is fortunately next to his. On instinct Bakugou reaches for your waist but soon realises where he is and yanks his hand back. You notice and give him a smile. With the busyness of the class no one notices you lean down to Bakugou’s ear.

“I love you.”

You stand up to go to your seat but before you do Bakugou reaches for your hand subtly and gives it a small squeeze. A blush makes its way to your cheeks and Bakugou smirks in response. You quickly sit down at the voice of Mr. Aizawa.

The day goes by quickly and everyone is exhausted in the common room. Everyone seems to be taking today a bit easier than the last few days. You’re sitting across Bakugou on the couches, the others strewn around, some sitting on the floor and others on the couches. Your eyes lock with Bakugou’s, nodding your head in the direction of the kitchen. His eyebrows furrow in confusion when you stand up.

“Anyone want tea?” You ask. Your classmates look in your direction, some nodding and others shaking their heads. When you turn and leave they go back to their chatting.

You enter the kitchen and not long after you see Bakugou enter. He looks around before placing his hands on your hips and pulling you close. Your hands wrapped around his neck.

“Finally, some time alone” Bakugou rasps in your ear, you giggle in response.

You pull away from his grasp, Bakugou lets out a whine of disagreement. You make your classmates their tea along with your own with Bakugou keeping his hands wrapped around your waist. Before you take the tea to the respective person you turn in his grip, your lower back against the counter and your hands on his chest. You go on your tip-toes and peck him on the lips.

“I’m going to go to bed, join me.” Bakugou says. You give him a sheepish smile.

“I can’t, I have to do some extra studying, I’m sorry babe.” You say, your thumb gently rubbing his cheek.

Bakugou does his best to cover his disappointment. He understands but he really needs you though he doesn’t say it.

“Come on, let’s give these idiots their tea before they complain it’s cold.” Bakugou gruffs while picking up a few cups and leaving the kitchen. You let out a soft giggle and pick up the remaining cups.

The night goes on and Bakugou gets up and leaves to bed. You do the same shortly after but instead of sleeping you turn on your lamp and bury your face in your textbook. The time ticks away and you’re not even sure if its the next day or not. A loud scream ripples through the dorms. What on earth? You look outside your window but everything’s seems to be okay. Is the screaming happening inside? Before you could think about it your dorm door is slammed open to a dishevelled Kirishima.

“Hey, wh-“ You start when Kirishima interrupts you.

“Bakugou is having one of his nightmares and won’t let anyone near him. He only wants you.” He rambles out. Your face pales. Without hesitation you shoot up and bolt to Bakugou’s room leaving Kirishima to catch up.

You arrive to people crowding around a closed door, Bakugou’s door. You hastily make your way through the crowd and barge into his room. Your eyes adjust to the darkness and see Bakugou on his bed curled in a ball. Your heart breaks at the sight.

“Hey baby.” You softly say as to not startle him even more. You sit on the bed in front of him. You reach out to caress his cheek but his hand wraps around your wrist and pulls your forward. You fall forward with his head on your chest. His arms wrap around you with a vice grip but gentle. You shuffle your body so that you’re sitting in his lap and your legs are around his waist.

Your hand weaves through his hair while the other is around his shoulder.

“I’m right here, baby. No one’s gonna hurt you. I’m here.” You whisper to him, gently rocking him back and forth.

You and Bakugou stay like that for a while until you feel his body relax under your touch and his breathing slows. You’re about to ask him if he’s doing better but he beats you to it.

“I love you, teddybear.” He says, voice rough and raspy. You lean back in his touch to see his face, his eyes are soft but hold so much pain. You would do anything to erase it.

“I love you too, baby” You whisper, the moment stealing your voice away.

You lean down to capture your lips with his. The kiss is soft and intimate. Bakugou’s hands move up to caress your cheeks while yours are on his chest. You break away at the sound of someone clearing their throat. You look to see a very confused Kirishima.

“We’ll tell you tomorrow, shitty hair. Just let us go to sleep.” Bakugou says before anyone else.

“No problem. Glad you’re okay bro.” Kirishima says before leaving Bakugou’s room.

“Never sleeping without you again” Bakugou says before nuzzling in your chest.

“Never again.” You repeat, giving his head a gentle peck.

You two lay down with your head on Bakgou’s chest and his arms wrapped around you. Your eyes start drooping shut and the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep is Bakugou’s voice.

“I don’t know what I would do without you. Goodnight, teddybear.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou oneshot #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #bakugou comfort #comfort #mha oneshot #mha imagine #mha fluff #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou imagine #fluff

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wornoutmouse · 4 years ago

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Imposter Bakugou pt1

It was so hard to choose who to kill honestly

Among Us au obviously

Darker themes, murder

This was a smut request that i honestly don't know how to turn into a smut and I'm still unsure if I'm going to put my darker fanfic fantasies on this account.

The lights went out above you, shrouding you in darkness. You wearily tap your body in search of your small built in flashlight. So far it seemed you were the only one heading towards Electrical but that wasn't surprising.

Ever since you all boarded, there seemed to be something on board. Your friends were going missing or turning up dead entirely, leading to distrust among the crew. So who in their right mind would head towards the source of the darkness rather than huddle together in a corner.

Nonetheless, someone has to turn the lights back on, you couldn't just be waiting in the dark, it would only lead to more death with no discovery.

You enter the room and feel around for the breaker. The soft sounds of shuffling was heard near you, but you ignore it against your better judgement. You get the lights on and turn around only to see the doors shut.

"Damn it!" The power going out probably triggered the door mechanism. It was going to be a while till they powered back on and you got out of here. You look down at your walkie and your checklist. "Might as well shift the power route to the top generator before calling someone."

You walk around the wall supporting the broker and cover your mouth in a silent scream.

There, laying in a heap of blood was Shinsou Hitoshi. He was a transfer from the other fleet, still so young in the working force, so why was he lying here with a hole in his chest?!? You back away from his body, seat gathering on your forehead.

You screamed and swung a blind punch when two hands clamp down on your shoulder. "Stop making so much damn noise, you'll scare everyone." It was Bakugou and you quickly latch onto him as you sobbed. A gentle hand rubbed your back until you calmed down

"Bakgou, we have to go tell the others quickly!" You run to the door expecting it to be unblocked but it still remained shut. "W-What, then how did you get in?" Bakgou leans against the wall. "I was already here."

You steady your breath, okay. "Then the killer must have killed Shinsou and run off when you weren't looking." Bakgou says nothing about your inner turmoil as he watched your eyes glance back and forth. He could care less and honestly he was quiet hungry. The thought of Tokoyaki crossed his mind briefly.

"But Bakugou..." You faced the door, unable to turn around unless the blond man answered your question. "Don't you have the master card to override all the doors." Bakgou lazily swung said card in your face confirming your question.

"And the doors only shut after I came in so that would be enough time for you to leave and get help." Bakgou shrugged, "I couldn't see that the kid was dead so I had no reason to report."

You turn around, pressing yourself against the wall to cause a little more distance. Bakugou stands straighter at the sight of your tense behavior. "What task were you doing?" Bakugou snorted, "Damn wires, what else!"

"You were doing wires in the dark?" Bakgou laughed as he walked towards you. The feeling of dread came over you as he got closer. Though the sound leaving his mouth was joyful, his eyes told a different story. You should shut your mouth, you knew, try to live another day. But you couldn't, for Shinsou.

"No idiot I had my flashlight on!" You slowly draw your hand to the small knife on your waist. "But you said you couldn't see Shinsou, he's two feet from wires and even if he wasn't, our flashlights are good enough to light half this room."

Bakgou rolled his shoulders, "You ask a lot of questions ya'know?" He stood only a small distance from you, if you moved now, you could take him out. "Ever heard the saying, curiosity killed the cat?"

You lunge at him, knife out and ready and to your surprise he makes no move to stop you.

You stab directly at his side. You didn't want to kill him for questioning but you needed to immobilize him. Nothing, you watch as his suit stains with blood. "Damn, I'm gonna have me one hell of a toothache now."

"Toothache?" Your throat is gripped and you are soon held against the wall suspended. Before your eyes, Bakugou's midsection opens up completely, revealing a faint mouth full of teeth and a strangely shaped tongue.

As if hearing your fretful thoughts, the tongue slides out of it's large mouth and slides along your cheek, slicing the skin there with only a touch. "I can kill you right fucking now all because you couldn't be a dumb little slut for me."

You shake your head as you grip the arm holding you up. "N-No this is impossible!" Bakgou rolls his eyes and puts you down before grabbing you by the ear. He drags you towards Shinsou's mangled corpse and you feel the bile rise in your throat.

"What is that y/n?" You shake your head as salty tears roll down your cheeks. He pressed your face closer, "WHAT IS THAT!" You gasp as another sob takes over you. "Fine I'll answer, that is a hole y/n. A hole in the middle of this extras body. Is that impossible y/n?"

The tears falling down your face prevented you from speaking as snot dripped out of your nose. Bakugou sneers in disgust and pushes you away, even closer to the body. "Damn humans are fucking disgusting." You crawl away from Shinsou as the realization of your situation finally hits you.

"Are you going to do that to me? Am I going to die?!" Bakugou doesn't respond but his waist does open back up. You clench your eyes shut and stand, it would probably be less painful if you stood. Your fists clenched and unclenched besides you as you waited for either pain, or the sweet release of death.

Nothing happens and you can't help but break down again. "Just do it already!" The sound of concealed laughter brings you out of your panic and you open your eyes.

Bakugou is bent over before you, laughing so hard, tears were falling down his face. The thought that it was all a prank crossed your mind but no, Shinsou looked too real. And they were never close enough to want to pull something this sick together.

"Ah, you're different than the rest. Any other would beg for their life and even offer their first born just to live to see the next day. But you!?" His sentence is interrupted with laughter once again. "You're so damn weak, you just gave up and decided to die!"

Bakugou wipes a stray tear from his eyes before becoming serious. "How pathetic. Fine, I'm not going to kill you, not yet at least." You are not comforted by the news as Bakugou walks towards you. "Nah instead, I'm going to pound that dumb little head of yours, until all you can think about is me. So much so, you won't even try to snitch."

Bakgou taps your head with his index finger as he looks down at your condescendingly. "I'm going to make you live with guilt on your mind as I pick your friends off one. by. one. Until it's only you left." He leans away, admiring the damage he was causing. "And then, when you're all alone, and broken. Then I'm going to come for you, and I'll be the one deciding whether you live or die."

This was way darker than i meant it to be. Idk how I'm going to even lead to a smut from this

#black y/n #blackreader #bnha headcanons #kinktober #bnha x black reader #bakugo x black reader #bakugou katsuki #among us #dark fic

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punkgrogg · 3 years ago

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Bakugou has a big heart pt.1

Pairing: Bakugou/Ojiro, (eventually Bakugou/everyone)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none :)

Summary: Bakugou is in his second year and he’s not very good at dealing with his emotions

Length: 2,306 words

Notes: I’m back guys :) I have lots of new ideas for fics and have a lot of new stories outlined along with finishing what I left off last year.

Bakugou groaned internally, Cementoss just seemed to be droning on and on today. The constant emphasis on safety seemed a bit overkill at this point, they’ve sparred for three classes in a row so far without so much as a sprain. He could feel the sweat accumulating around his forearms as he baked in his thick gym uniform. Today they were going to spar in the gym and he couldn’t wait to fine-tune his newly developed special move. He expanded on the basics of just his normal blast by trying to rapid-fire and it has worked well during his solo practice sessions but today he could see how well it held up during a mock battle.

Finally, his teacher started to pair everyone up together and he was only slightly disappointed he didn’t get paired off with icy-hot or pink cheeks. Instead, he was paired off with the Monkey. Maybe this would work out for the better; after all, he wanted to make sure his close combat skills stayed sharp, he thought as he and Ojiro were propelled upwards by Cementoss. Instantly the karate kid started to circle Bakugou, his tail whipping left and right. He lunged forward with a high kick and Bakugou feigned to the right and sent a blast towards Ojiro’s left leg to knock him off his feet but suddenly Ojiro’s body was fully supported by his tail as he spun away from Bakugou. The fight continued like a dance, where there was a lunge there was a dodge. Each one of the pair barely landed more than a glancing touch. Sweaty and frustrated Bakugou finally leaped back one last time and tried his new special move.

It happened in slow motion, Ojiro was standing with his back to the base of a higher tower where another duo was battling it out, but Bakugou hadn’t aimed as well as he thought and his blast instead went to Ojiro’s face instead of his torso. Two blasts back to back that plastered him to the rock wall. Bakugou stood there with his mouth agape, his hands facing down. Ojiro wasn’t getting back up, he had his face cradled in between his palms and his tail wrapped tightly around his knees as he dropped down into a kneeling position.

“Cementoss! Injury!” Bakugou screamed as loud as the lump in his throat would let him. He rushed to Ojiro’s side and tried to pry his hands off his face so he could inspect the damage. Ojiro’s skin was scorched red and blood was smeared across his cheeks. Bakugou flinched back when Ojiro hissed in pain. The golden blonde boy curled into himself and kept his face turned away. Bakugou’s heart fell through his ass, how could he do this to Ojiro? Ojiro was supposed to dodge. He was supposed to block the blast and keep going. How had it turned out this way? The blast wasn’t supposed to be any stronger than what he used of the regular. Oh no, he was sweatier than normal, did that make his offense stronger than normal? He fucked up. Ojiro was hurt because of him.

Aizawa and Cementoss quickly arrived at both shellshocked boys. Bakugou was frozen with a hand still clutching at Ojiro’s gi. Ojiro was hiding his face, Aizawa was able to connect the dots and that was where the injury had occurred. He helped the boy get to his feet as Cementoss tried to comfort a speechless and uncharacteristically limp Bakugou. Aizawa led Ojiro over to Recovery Girl’s station by the entrance of the gym. She soothed the tense boy as she cleaned his wounds then kissed him. All tuckered out from the forced healing Ojiro went limp in his chair and started to doze off. The rest of the class had been lowered down to ground level and Aizawa was able to see his students all in varying degrees of concern.

Cementoss’s soothing words seemed to pass through Bakugou’s head as if they were light and he was the invisible girl. He barely took stock of being pulled to his feet and the sudden silence as all of his classmates stopped fighting was lost on him. Instead, all he could focus on was the whine of pain that Ojiro had made when Aizawa had pulled him away. It echoed in his head and his stomach was knotted in anxiety.

When the whole class was lowered to the gym floor Kirishima made his way over to his best friend. He could see that Bakugou was a bit shook up, “Baku-bro, you good?”

His question went unanswered and he couldn’t help but be concerned for the usually explosively eloquent boy. Kaminari flitted over to his friends, completely oblivious to the situation. He sidled up to Bakugou, arm slinging across the mute boy’s shoulders in familiarity despite being warned against it numerous times in the past. “So, King explosion murder, you won today?” he teased leaning into Bakgou’s face, the furrowing of the barely visible brows finally hinted at Bakgou’s darkened mood.

“I lost control… Denki, he's hurt because of me.” Bakugou whispered in a voice so vulnerable that Kaminari barely registered that Bakgou called him by his first name. His affable smile faltered, he side-eyed Kirishima whose face was contorted into one of concern. This was new. Bakugou had only ever used marginally clever nicknames for everyone- so Denki wasn’t quite used to his friend using not just his name but his first name.

“Ojiro’s okay Bakugou, if he wasn’t then Recovery Girl would be rushing him into her actual clinic,” Kaminari said making sure his voice came across as soft as possible. Bakugou’s shoulders only slumped further.

Aizawa called attention to himself and quickly dismissed the class to their dorms, assuring them all that their classmate would be in tip-top shape. He watched as they all filtered out of the gym quickly, except one of his problem children- Bakugou. He could tell by the way the usually proud boy stood almost defeated, that he was blaming himself for Ojiro’s injury. He watched as the platinum blonde nervously made his way towards the makeshift clinic. Which was really just a table filled with bandages, antiseptic sprays, and a couple of chairs set to the side that currently housed one-tailed individual.

“He’s okay?” is the first thing Bakugou could say when he got close enough to see the golden-haired boy’s unscarred face. The knot in his stomach started to loosen but the guilt still held him hostage.

“Yes, I'm just waiting with him to make sure he makes it back to the dorms,” Aizawa affirmed before leaning against the wall heavily. “You know it’s not your fault right? These things happen, especially during training. Ojiro is one of our less injury-prone students but he’s had his fair share of Recovery Girl’s kisses.”

“I lost control- this wasn’t supposed to happen,” Bakugou whispered meekly.

Aizawa said nothing, just looked up to the ceiling deep in thought. Bakugou continued to watch over Ojiro protectively until Ojiro’s eyes fluttered open- then he pointedly and looked away. Ojiro glanced around his surroundings as he pushed himself into a sitting position. His teacher asked him a few questions before nodding and walking out of the gym while calling back to the two that they better be back in the dorms by dinner. Ojiro questioningly looked up at Bakugou who seemed very occupied with not making eye contact.

“Were you waiting for me?” Ojiro asked quietly, he and Bakugou didn’t really get along that well but over the last couple of weeks, they’d managed a simple camaraderie. He was touched that anyone had stayed to wait for him but he was especially touched that the snarkiest boy in class was waiting for him. By the slight flush on the pale boy’s cheeks, Ojiro felt as if he got his answer so he smiled softly before standing up. Correction- tried to stand up. Ojiro’s body was a bit too tired and he stumbled forward.

“Are you okay?” Bakugou exclaimed as he caught Ojiro by the shoulders. His heart was in his throat and even when Ojiro steadied himself Bakugou wouldn’t let go.

“I’m fine, just a bit drained. It’s not as bad as when I sprained my tail.” Ojiro joked, trying to lighten the mood of the room.

“Lean on me, I'll help you back to the dorm. We don’t need you falling over and needing another trip to Recovery Girl.” Bakugou didn’t wait for a response as he hoisted one of Ojiro’s arms over his shoulder and held him firmly at his waist.

“Alright, thanks, dude.” Ojiro could feel his face warming at the firm hand holding his hip. He stepped forward slowly and Bakugou kept pace and gently urged Ojiro on. It took them about ten minutes to get back to their dorm hall and by then, both were making small jokes.

“Hey guys, you’re finally back!” Mina yelled as they entered the room, a gaggle of girls camping out on the couches in the common room.

“Yeah, sorry for worrying you all.” Ojiro smiled sheepishly. Bakugou adjusted his grip on Ojiro and when the other tried to pull away ever so slightly, Bakgou pulled him closer. For some reason, he felt protective of the fatigued boy, and the thought of him not needing Bakugou’s help may have made his heart clench uncomfortably.

“Aoyama and Yaoyorozu are in charge of dinner tonight and she said something about couscous, I don’t really know what that is but it has to be better than the burnt rice she made last time,” Uraraka informed the boys, and Ojiro’s face twisted into one of distaste.

“ Yeah, I’ve tried it during one of my mom’s food experiments and frankly I’m not the biggest fan.” He turned to Bakugou, “will you help me upstairs?”

“No problem Ojiro,” Bakugou nodded toward the elevator and they quickly made their way up- not noticing the open-mouthed faces of shock that crowded the couches.

They made it to the third floor and Ojiro led him towards his room wordlessly, and maybe he was leaning a bit more into Bakugou than he probably needed to but if you’d ever ask him he’d deny it. Bakugou was comforting to Ojiro’s weakened state and frankly who didn’t want a cute boy to help them in their time of need.

Meanwhile, Bakugou was facing his own dilemma, why in the world did each step toward the bed fill him with dread? Gritting his teeth and shoving down his confused emotions, Bakugou helps Ojiro lay down on his bed. “You good?”

He got a slight nod as an answer as Ojiro curled up under the covers, obvious exhaustion flooding his face. Feeling out of place Bakgouu started to step away but was surprised when Ojiro reached out and grabbed a fistful of Bakgou’s pants.

“Can you stay here for a second?” Ojiro mumbled, his face scrunched up against the pillow. A silent nod was all that Bakugou could manage, his heart in his throat, so he nervously sat on the edge of the bed near Ojiro’s knees. Ojiro peeked up at the nervous nelly and decided to tease him. “I was going to thank you for helping me but you look so cute when you’re nervous.”

It took a second to register but Bakugou flushed a deep ruby color and stood up abruptly, Ojiro smiled blindingly at his reaction until the hot head high-tailed it out of his room.

Well shit.

Bakugou closed the door behind him, being mindful not to slam it, he rushed to the elevator and jammed at the button until it finally opened. He quickly hit four and repeatedly pressed the close door button while his heart seemed to be beating in his ears. He knew his face was flushed- he could feel the heat it emitted. Once the doors finally closed he took a deep breath and patted his cheeks. Why was he even acting like this? The girls downstairs have called him cute in passing and he’d never reacted this way before. Maybe it’s just exhaustion from the rollercoaster of emotions he took today. Yeah, that must be it.

He was mostly calm and back to his usual skin tone by the time he made it halfway down the hall to his dorm but all of a sudden Kirishima stepped out of his room. “Baku-bro! Satou just messaged me that dinner is ready, want to head down together?”

“Not today, I’m tired.” Bakugou brushed past Kirishima and headed into his room while all but slamming his door. He flicked the lock and pressed his slightly warm forehead against the cool wood. He couldn’t help but feel as if his earlier assumption was wrong. He could still feel his heart racing from when Ojiro called him cute. Yeah, Bakugou knew he wasn’t ugly. After all, he took after his mom, he knew the old hag was beautiful. But hearing it from Ojiro was different than anytime before- maybe it had to do with how it built up.

Wait, how did it build up? Yeah maybe he felt different today but it was hard to pinpoint any of his emotions today. The protective urge Ojiro pulled out of him? He’d felt that before! With the shitty nerd and shitty hair especially. Though the urge to keep Ojiro in his arms when he had tried to pull away was new. He gently knocked his forehead against the door before trudging over to his bed. A glance at the clock on his headboard showed it was just after six. Way too early to fall asleep and as if he could. He didn’t understand what was happening to himself. He stared at the ceiling as the realization dawned on him.

Bakugou had a crush on Ojiro.

#Bakugou has a big heart #bakugou kasuki #ojiro mashirao #bakugou x ojiro #rarepair #i feel some chemistry from them and i needed this chapter to solidify it

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ao3feed-bnha-girls · 3 years ago

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Sweet & Spicy

Sweet & Spicy by

Uraraka is found by Bakgou injured in the common area, which simply causes him to be extra annoyed. Uraraka doesn't want to be seen as weak, and knows that Bakugou won't view her as such. They decide to come to a mutual agreement, and slowly become more than just two classmates who try to help each other improve.

Words: 1743, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Asui Tsuyu, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Melissa Shield, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Cute Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Eventual Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37298236

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kacchako #♥#Kacchako #Kirimina #Izushield #👽#🎈#⚤#R:M #A:Peachyfawn

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bratsworld · 4 years ago

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Mate freedom

He watched as how he been unnoticed. When he watched throw the small window of dekus tent. He witnessed how close they where, but yet so far. With only one thing between them now, his special gift. He had worked so hard on the bracelets for hopes that izuku would wear one day. He knew the green one had strong feelings towards the blonde but he still dare hope. He was on his way to see izuku but heared arguments. He got closer and smelled the prowerful warning scent of the blonde. It made him tense his aphal giving up easily. But he received another smell. One very familiar, midoryas scent lingered. The arguments have went silent to whispers changing the mood of the smell. To sweet and comforting still, it made him angery now knowkng very well that midorya was in there. He came closer heading towards the door but then in the corner of his eye he saw it through the window. All anger went away seeing now, how he never really stood a chance. He could blame midorya or bakugou, but that wouldn't be far. He always known there feelings towards eachother where strong, he was only standing in the way now. Still the rejection hurt, it stinged his heart. He made eye contact with bakgou for a second. He smiled and nodded accepting his defeat. He closed the window silently so no one else would see this delicate moment between the two. He droped the flowers at the door one last time. He truly loved midorya and he knew midorya loved him but never the same way midorya loved Katsuki bakgou.

THE END.

I CRIED WHILE MAKEING THIS.

Hope you liked it

#bkdk #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakudeku #katsudeku #mha bakugou #mha fanart #mha midoriya #dekukatsu #bakugou fanart #fantasy au

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bnhaclaimedmysoul · 5 years ago

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the bnhaclaimedmysoul library!

note: here’s all the work which has been uploaded on this blog

rules

work is categorized according to characters, so please do enjoy!

key:

🥀 for author favs

🍒 for fan favs

midoriya izuku

how would the boys be when they’re jealous? 🍒

how would the boys be if s/o kisses them suddenly?

how would the boys be around an s/o who is learning Japanese?

how would the boys be around an s/o who accidentally kissed them?

how would the boys be around an s/o who is a phenomenal baker? 🥀

how would the boys kiss? 🥀

how would midoriya izuku be as a dad? 🥀

how would the boys be around an s/o who loves their scars but doesn’t like his/her owns? 🥀

how would the boys be around an s/o. who is aizawa’s niece, and has a cat quirk?

how would the boys be when they have an s/o who has a short haircut?

how would the boys react to a tough s/o bringing their little sibling to school?

how would the boys be around an s/o who is harassed by mineta?

how would they be around an s/o with a writer quirk?

how would the boys be around an s/o who loves stones and gems?

bakugou katsuki

how would the boys be if s/o kisses them suddenly?

how would the boys be around an s/o who is learning Japanese?

how would the boys be around a flirty s/o? 🍒

how would the boys be around an s/o who accidentally kissed them?

how would the boys be around an s/o who is a phenomenal baker? + how would bakugou katsuki be when he is unmotivated? 🥀

how would the boys be around shy but clingy s/o?

how would the boys be around a smoll s/o?

how would the boys kiss?

how would bakugou katsuki be as a dad? 1000 follower special 🥀

how would bakugou katsuki be as a boyfriend? 🍒

how would the boys be when their s/o is injured in a fight?

how would the boys be around an s/o. who is aizawa’s niece, and has a cat quirk? 🥀

how would the boys be when they’re touch starved? 🍒

how would the boys be if their male!s/o lifts them up?

how would the boys be if their s/o made their own clothes?🥀

what would bakugou, todoroki and kirishima look for in a s/o?

how would the boys react to a tough s/o bringing their little sibling to school?

how would bakugou be with an s/o who has a nightmare quirk?

how would bakugou be around an s/o who doesn’t like to smile?

how would bakugou react to a female s/o lifting him up?

how would the boys be around an s/o who insecure about their glasses?

how would the boys be around a s/o who compliments them?

how would the boys be around an s/o who is harassed by mineta?

what would the boys look for in an s/o?

todoroki and bakgou fighting for your hand

how would the bakusquad react to a friend with awful luck with love?

how would the boys react to a haircut?

how would a meeting with bakugou’s parents go?

todoroki shouto

how would the boys be when they’re jealous?

how would the boys be with an s/o who has a cat quirk? 🥀

how would the boys be if s/o kisses them suddenly?

how would the boys be around a flirty s/o?

how would the boys be around an s/o who accidentally kissed them? 🍒

how would the boys be around an s/o who is a phenomenal baker?

how would intimate moments with todoroki be? (nsfw)

how would s/o with a cat quirk be? (pt. 2)

how would the boys be around shy but clingy s/o?

how would the boys be around a smoll s/o?

how would the boys kiss? 🍒

how would todoroki shouto be as a dad? 1000 follower special 🍒

how would todoroki be a boyfriend? 🥀

how would todoroki be around a foreign 1b crush?

how kisses with todoroki be? (types of kisses) 🥀

how would the boys be when their s/o is injured in a fight?

how would the boys be around an s/o. who is aizawa’s niece, and has a cat quirk?

how would the boys be when they’re touch starved? 🍒

how would the boys be if their male!s/o lifts them up?

how would the boys be if their s/o made their own clothes?🥀

what would bakugou, todoroki and kirishima look for in a s/o?

how would the boys react to a tough s/o bringing their little sibling to school?

how would todoroki be around a crush who protects him?

how would todoroki comfort an s/o experiencing anxiety attacks?

how would the boys be around an s/o who insecure about their glasses?

how would the boys be around a s/o who compliments them?

how would the boys be around an s/o who is harassed by mineta?

what would the boys look for in an s/o?

todoroki and bakgou fighting for your hand

how would it be like to go to prom with todoroki?

how would the boys react to a haircut?

mirio togata

how would the boys be with an s/o who has a cat quirk?

how would s/o with a cat quirk be? (pt. 2)

how would a boyfriend mirio be? 🍒

how would the boys react to eri asking about their relation with s/o?

how would asking mirio for a hug be like?

tamaki amajiki

how would the boys be when they have an s/o who has a short haircut?

how would a boyfriend tamaki be like? 🥀

how would tamaki be with an artist!s/o?

how would tamaki be as a dad?

how would the boys be around a s/o who compliments them?

ojiro mashirao

what would dating ojiro mashirao be like?

dabi

how would the boys be when they’re jealous? 🍒

how would s/o with a cat quirk be? (pt. 2)

how would the boys be around a smoll s/o?

how would the boys be around an s/o who loves their scars but doesn’t like his/her owns?

how would dabi react to an s/o who saves him from drowning? 🥀

how would the boys be when they have an s/o who has a short haircut?

how would a boyfriend dabi be?

how would dabi be like with an s/o who works in cosmetics?

tokoyami fumikage

how would the boys be with an s/o who has a cat quirk? 🥀

kirishima eijirou

how would a first kiss be with kirishima (male!reader)?

how would the boys be around an s/o who accidentally kissed them?

how would the boys kiss? 🍒

how would the boys be around an s/o. who is aizawa’s niece, and has a cat quirk?

how would kirishima be as a boyfriend?

what would bakugou, todoroki and kirishima look for in a s/o?

how would the boys be around an s/o who insecure about their glasses?

how’d kirishima be as a dad?

what would the boys look for in an s/o?

how would the bakusquad react to a friend with awful luck with love?

kaminari denki

how would the boys be around an s/o who is learning Japanese? 🥀

what would shinsou and kaminari look for in a s/o?

how would the bakusquad react to a friend with awful luck with love?

hitoshi shinsou

how would the boys be around a flirty s/o?

how would the boys be around shy but clingy s/o?

how would hitoshi shinsou be as a boyfriend? 🥀

how would the boys be when they’re touch starved? 🍒

what would shinsou and kaminari look for in a s/o?

how would hitoshi shinsou be as a dad?

how would they be around an s/o with a writer quirk?

how would the boys react to eri asking about their relation with s/o?

how would the boys be around an s/o who loves stones and gems?

iida tenya

how would iida be after returning from a long trip?

how would affection be with iida?

how would be iida with a shy s/o?

how would first date be with iida?

inasa yoarashi

how would inasa be as a boyfriend?

mezo shoji

How would cuddles and kisses be with Shoji?

aizawa shota

aizawa hc’s

how would dadzawa be around his adopted daughter who is harassed by mineta?

hizashi yamada

present mic hc’s

sero hanta

how would sero react to an s/o who worries about him becoming a hero?

how would sero be as a boyfriend?

how would the boys react to eri asking about their relation with s/o?

how would the bakusquad react to a friend with awful luck with love?

ashido mina

how would the girls be around a flirty s/o?

how would ashido mina be as a girlfriend?

how would the bakusquad react to a friend with awful luck with love?

uraraka ochaco

how would the girls be around a flirty s/o?

how would they be around an s/o with a writer quirk?

asui tsuyu

how would the girls be around a flirty s/o?

how is asui tsuyu as a girlfriend?

himiko toga

how would toga be as a girlfriend? 🥀

twice

how would twice react to an s/o with anxiety?

shigaraki tomura

how would the boys be around a s/o who compliments them?

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