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h2bakugou · 5 years ago

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I was wondering if you can make a Bakugou x reader, the reader is a really really dumb girl (like a fusion of Karen Smith (from mean girls and Brittany from glee)) but she is so beautiful and funny and Bakugou fell in love with her because her personality, something really fluff (the quirk of the Y/N is "angel",she can cure people with wounds, also floats and make like a wonder woman lasso of thrut with her halo)(I’m sorry if this is hard to understand english is not my first lenguage)

a/n: yes!! this is so cool omg, also glee was my shit bruh- i watched all of it, and the ending still makes me cry so much. thank you for the request love!

summary: bakugou is absolutely head over heels for you, the beautiful and funny angel-quirk having girl that isn’t always the brightest. yet he’s still in love with you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / angel - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

wordcount: 1.2k

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Bakugou couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment he fell in love with you. He just did. It wasn’t a big surprise to him, he found you incredibly gorgeous, and was willing to do anything to talk to you or just be in the same room with you.

Your personality was as beautiful as you were. You were kind, caring, and heavenly. Your quirk was literally called Angel. And you made Bakugou laugh.

Bakugou also found that you weren’t always so bright. It wasn’t a bad thing, in fact, Bakugou liked it, more than he liked Kaminari.

“Hey, Bakugou!” You smiled and hugged him, pulling away when you’d successfully squeezed the life out of him.

“H-hey.” He breathed out, taking in a deep breath. You giggled and twirled a strand of hair between your fingers.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asked, watching as a blush spread across your cheeks. You were confused. Your pink lips parted as to say something but no words came out.

“You always do that hair-twirl thing when you want something.” Bakugou spoke again, this time his tone softer. He admired your (e/c) eyes as they seemed to glisten in the light of the common room. A smile perked up on your lips.

“Do I?” You question, trying to think back on every occurrence that you’ve ever twirled your hair between your fingers.

“Yes, you do, just spit it out already.” Bakugou was one to get impatient, but he never seemed to get that way with you. No matter how irritatingly long you took to say something or to get your point across, he could listen to you say ‘like’ ‘uhm’ and ‘so’ forever.

Your voice was so sweet like it was dripping honey with every word or sound that left your lips.

“Okay so, you know how that big test is coming up? I was wondering if you could like, help me study for it. I lost my notes.” You rub your lips together, the pink sparkly lip-gloss that coated your lips spreading back out.

“This better not be a waste of my time, Angel.” Bakugou had given you the nickname since you were quite literally the definition of it. Not to mention the bright glowing aura that seemed to follow you and the golden halo that floated above your head.

Bakugou was curious to know if it stopped glowing when you fell asleep, but he figured now was not the time to ask questions.

“It won’t be! Come on!” You drag him up to your room, which was surprisingly clean. Bakugou tried to ignore the pictures you had up of you with Deku, one of your close friends in the class.

There was one picture that made Bakugou smirk though, the one you had taken with him, the two of you standing on the stairs of U.A., Bakugou holding you in his arms after winning a 2v2 battle against Kirishima and Mina.

You were kissing Bakugou’s cheek in the photo, and Bakugou was smirking like a dumbass. Much like he was doing now.

“Earth to Bakugou!” You waved your hand in his face, snapping him back to reality. You plopped down onto the floor of your dorm, papers strewn across the floor.

“I still can’t find my notes.” You huffed, your lips pouting. Bakugou sat down and watched as you dumped your bookbag out in the middle, emptying all of its contents on the floor.

“My lipgloss! I was looking everywhere for this!” You pick up the light purple container of lipgloss that you had lost a week ago. Bakugou sighed as he picked carefully through the pile of stuff on the floor, the notes catching his eye.

“I found your fucking notes, although they look more like a coloring book page-”

“You’re my hero! Thank you so much!” You wrap your arms around Bakugou, avoiding laying all over your stuff that laid on the floor.

Your notes were written okay on lined paper, in several different colors with doodles all over the sides.

You’d made small comics of some kind as well as kissy-faces and notes around his name.

Bakugou’s cheeks were bright red at this point.

“Oh my god! You weren’t supposed to see that! This is like sooo embarrassing!” You quickly hid your notes behind you, covering your red face with your hands.

“Do you like me or something?” Bakugou asked, his curiosity finally getting the best of him.

“Yeah, you’re like super cute, and strong. How could I not like-like you?” You smile, your hands moving to search through the rest of your stuff.

It’s pushed away as Bakugou practically leaps across the floor to kiss you. His lips connect to yours and your back is pressed against the ground.

The kiss is needy, and well-overdue. You wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him back, his lips tasting vaguely like cherries. What did he eat for lunch? Was this chapstick you were tasting?

It was your lipgloss. It had rubbed off on his lips and you’d just now tasted it. Kinda funny.

Bakugou pulled away and looked down at you, his vermilion eyes staring into your (e/c) ones.

“Your lips are shiny now.” You giggle. Bakugou rolls his eyes and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You get silent as he looks down at you, his body hovering over your own, his knees on each side of your legs, trapping you below him.

“Do you really need my help with this test? I know you aren’t that dumb.” Bakugou stares at you, a blush evident on his cheeks.

“Yes, I do! But only if you help me, Momo talks to fast.” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed.

“You better ace this test or I won’t help you at all.”

Bakugou knew that he was lying to himself when he said that. Of course, he’d help you.

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“Bakugou!! I did it! I got a B!” You waved your test in his face, showing him how good you had done. He smiled and rolled his eyes, his hands resting on your hips.

“Babe, calm down. I’m proud of you.”

“This is like, the best I’ve ever done! I did so good!” You were smiling and giggling, an intoxicating sound to Bakugou.

“How about I give you a reward for doing so good?” Bakugou took the test from your hand and had a full view of your reddening-face now.

“R-Reward?”

Bakugou’s lips found their way to yours within seconds, and you were breathless. It was cute and short, nothing too extreme since the two of you were still in class, thankfully everyone had cleared out.

Bakugou pulled away and rubbed his lips together before running his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Vanilla chapstick this time?”

“It’s actually birthday cake-”

“Shut up.”

Bakugou pressed his lips back to yours, missing the feeling of your lips on his. It was such an amazing feeling, one he’d wanted to feel for what felt like ages. He’d dreamt about kissing you from the week he met you.

“Babe, we’re gonna get-”

“Hey! Go to the dorms.” Mr. Aizawa groaned, trudging past the open classroom door, cocooned in his sleeping bag like a caterpillar.

“Caught.” You finished your sentence, Bakugou’s face bright red.

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