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sugarlywhispers · 5 months ago

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b.katsuki x reader (fem) | quirkless!reader, prohero!dynamight

a.n; I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OKAY? I HAVE HAD IT IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A YEAR ALREADY AND I NEED YA'LL TO RANT WITH ME ABOUT THISSSS<3 it's mostly enemies to lovers💕

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

"For the love of–... I'M COMING!"

It's Sunday morning. You have been expecting this day to wake up maybe mid-morning, with the gentle warm breeze coming from your open window; have an exquisite brunch that you have been planning and craving since Friday; maybe watch an episode or two of your favorite show before preparing a full spa day, with a long and refreshing bath included. That's how you have planned your Sunday to go.

But no… Apparently, someone's intention was to ruin the whole day for you while their knocks on your door were persistent and annoying at 6 freaking a.m.

You don't think about what you're wearing before stumbling towards the door, with the loud BANGS still sounding. You think of your poor neighbors next door and their newborn baby.

"This little shit," you protest, completely annoyed with this person knocking on your door like someone has died. "Someone better be dead or else…" You open the door in one strong pull and huff utterly annoyed when you encounter the person behind.

Vermillion eyes collide with yours, the intense hate and annoyance so palpable in the air it almost cuts you both.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

He tchs, rolling his eyes at you. The bile travels up through your esophagus, and you want to spit at him.

"Save the greetings, if you know what a decent greeting means… Well, considering how well you just did it, I doubt you fuckin’ know…"

The muscle at your temple twitches so hard, you believe he is actually able to see it. That would explain his upcoming smirk.

"The fuck do you want?" You repeat, not even caring or taking the time to follow this banter with him. You would normally do it, come back at him with a snarky response that would probably hurt his ego and he would answer back making you even angrier, and yada yada, nothing new to this ‘hate x hate’ relationship you had with this man in front of you. But today is not a day you planned on dealing with Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki.

He looks down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting a bit with the buttons on his all-black suit jacket you just now noticed he is wearing. Interesting; he never uses formal suits like this one if it isn't for a Hero Gala, and that was only once a year. Or that one time you remember he had to apologize to citizens through a TV interview with Deku because of a villain attack in Hokkaido they couldn't quite contain on time and caused a lot of material damage. You shake your head coming back to the present. Pro Hero Dynamight, a.k.a. Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki is standing right at your door, looking a bit nervous while playing with the buttons of his jacket, furrowing his eyebrows like he is angry even at the air he breathes.

You could have expected anything from this unpredictable man who infuriated you almost twenty-four hours a day, the seven days of the whole week. However, you were not expecting at all the words that come from his mouth after he looks up again and his eyes lock with yours.

"Fucking marry me."

Your eyes open wide. And the only thing you think of doing is punching him. And you do.

Your hands close in tight fists, and before saying anything, you punch his shoulder as strongly as you can with one. You know for sure your small and useless fist won't do any damage to this hulk of a man, but the meaning behind it it's what matters.

He simply looks at you in disbelief. "Ouch?" He smirks. He fucking smirks at you, and this time you punch his stomach, which does make him grunt and hover a bit in pain.

You attempt to close the door right at his face, but he suddenly pushes it with his hand and makes you waver a bit back, holding yourself on the door handle. He stands straight again, retrieving his hand from the door when he realizes he used more force than intended to prevent you from closing the door.

"I- umm- Shit, sorry, I didn't-..."

You raise a hand to stop him from talking.

"Just fucking tell me what you want, so I can go back to bed and not see your ugly face for the rest of my day."

You watch in satisfaction how his face contours into full rage. And this time you smirk.

"I fucking hate you…" He spits, and you bat your lashes at him while smiling.

"Ah, the feeling is mutual, baby."

Bakugou takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and holding himself on the door frame with strength. You're sure his hand shape will print on it, and you get more annoyed –if that's possible, but you have already learned that when Bakugou was involved, the anger was immeasurable– thinking that you will have to hire someone to fix that.

"I fucking hate you," he repeats through his teeth with his eyes still closed, but then he opens them, and his entire face changes into something you never expected to see. He looks at you, begging, "But I need you to marry me."

You look… perplexed. Again, never in your life have you ever come across the thought that those words would ever come from the man in front of you, much less towards you.

You open your mouth to say something, but the neighbor from the apartment in front of yours opens his door, standing there with his arms crossed and looking menacingly.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" His deep baritone voice asks. Bakugou turns his head and when he sees him, stands straight, head held high and you can imagine the type of defying expression on his face.

You roll your eyes. Men.

"Yes, Arisu, everything is fine. He's… a… friend," the word stung your tongue because you couldn't consider Bakugou that, even though you shared the same group of friends. But it wouldn't have been good having these two fight over something you still didn't understand what was happening; the thought of who of these two hulk men would win still was entertaining to think about. Your money was on Arisu, of course.

"Alrigh’," Arisu says, looking at Bakugou up and down before retrieving himself back into his apartment.

"The fuck this fucking extra-..." You stop Bakugou from turning and going towards Arisu by holding his arm and pulling him towards you.

"Stop it. Come inside," you demand, pulling him as he watches your hand around his bicep, "before any of my neighbors file a complaint against me thanks to your fucking loud mouth."

Bakugou grunts at your words as he lets you pull him inside. When you close the door and turn to him, you realize how big he looks in your small apartment, where there is barely space between the living room and the kitchen and two doors, one leads to your bedroom and the other to the bathroom. You want to laugh at how uncomfortable he looks.

You take a deep breath, scratching your forehead to regain a bit of patience –which was non-existent whenever Bakugou was around.

"Okay, now, explain to me what the hell is wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong with me. More like what's wrong with you and this small thing you call apartment… When did you-..."

"Bakugou! I didn't invite you in for you to start insulting my living space!" You say more exasperated by every second he is in there. "Tell me what the hell happened to you! Why did you come here, almost tearing down the door of my place at 6 in the fucking morning, annoying even my neighbors, and then you fucking propose out of nowhere!"

His lips are held in a tight line as he watches you almost yell at him, hands opening and closing anxiously. There is silence for a couple of minutes before he says, "My father died."

You gasp, taking a step back. Wow. That's something you were not expecting at all. You get now why the black suit. And now that you look at him better, his eyes look glassy and reddish –probably thanks to how much he's holding himself back from showing any other emotion that isn't anger. And that's… sad.

Your arms immediately hug yourself, one hand settling over your chest. "I- I'm sorry…"

"Don't be," he turns a bit to the left, facing the kitchen to avoid looking at you. "Fucker was a right pain in the ass."

You choke on the laugh that almost escapes you at his words, and after you clear your throat you murmur, "Sorry." He looks at you a bit amused, the right corner of his mouth lifted a bit at your reaction.

You sigh again after a few seconds of silence, "Bakugou, what does that have to do with you asking me to-...”

"My great-grandparents are-were the funders and CEOs of TCA Technologies Corp.," your eyes open wide at the name of the prestigious company that had been ground-breaking in the creation and use of robots, before being the number one seller of technology materials to support heroes. They were high class in society, civilians and heroes. "Yeah, that's the face every extra makes," he smirks when you stick your tongue out at him.

He then looks at you up and down and immediately looks away, clearing his throat in a clear gesture of shyness. You frown confused.

"Fucking go put some clothes on."

That's when you remember you had no pants, no bra, and an old shirt that barely covered your panties. Fuck. You almost run towards your room to get changed. All of this had to be a dream… or a nightmare.

Your Sunday was entirely ruined. You know that for sure.

After you change to decent, more covered clothing, leggings and a big shirt that almost reached your knees –it is Sunday, dammit, and the hell you are gonna dress up for Bakugou Katsuki– you walk again towards the living room where you left said asshole waiting for you there. He is now sitting on your couch, his suit jacket lying over the back of it. His elbows are resting over his knees, his hands holding his head. You have never encountered a tired Bakugou, yet here he is. Looking beaten and down.

He looks up at you when he hears you approach him; his eyes are more reddish than before, kind of like when you want to cry but don't let yourself do it. That made you feel bad for thinking about him as an asshole.

"What took you so long, short-legs? Whatever you wear, you'll still stink and look ugly on it."

Nope. He is and will always be a stupid asshole.

You roll your eyes grunting as you let yourself fall on the couch, as far away from him as you can on that three-people couch, crossing your legs under you.

"Spit it out, asshole. What's all this about?"

He sighs, "My father inherited it all after my grandfather died. His whole life had been that stupid company, his and my mother's. I don't give a fuck about it, but the old hack insists that I- ow!"

You pinch him on the shoulder this time, knowing very well that if you had punched him he wouldn't have felt anything. But pinching… he did feel that.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

"Don't call your mom like that, idiot!"

"Fucking piss off, you know shit! The old hack is an old hack, she deserves the title."

You shake your head in disagreement but decide to leave that topic there considering how affected he looks by it.

"The old hack said," he simply repeats that to spite you, and you really want to punch him, "that I need to step up and be fucking CEO of that bullshit, or…"

He looks at you, and you gulp, kind of understanding where this is going.

"Or get married." You finish the sentence, crossing your arms over your chest, "But why? Those two options are completely different from one another."

"The sky will fucking fall the day I understand any-fucking-thing that comes out of her mouth. She's nuts!" He protests, arms exaggerating his words as he opens them wide, evidently showing how much stress he has, before laying back on the couch, head resting over the back of it where his jacket is. He sighs long and deeply before talking again, "My great-grandmother had a strong Quirk, but she decided to stay at home instead of being a Hero. Those were other times, ya'know?"

"I know History of Heroes, Bakugou. I'm not stupid."

He looks at you again, this time genuinely surprised, "I, umm, thought you-..."

"Have you ever thought that despite not having a Quirk, I know about heroes?"

He tchs, "No wonder why you and shitty Deku are such shitty nerds."

You roll your eyes for the eleventh time that morning, "Get to the point, shitty asshole."

Bakugou scoffs, clearly holding back a retort to answer back, then he continues, "I'm the first in generations with a strong, hero-level Quirk. Most of my family had decided to live as civilians, building this stupid company from generation to generation."

"Oh, and you are the first actual Hero in the family. You are the first one to choose differently…"

He nods in response, "It almost gave my grandfather a heart attack. Ever since my Quirk woke up, I knew what I wanted," he looks back at you, and for the first time, you admit to yourself that you're curious of knowing what he wants, what goes through his head, so you nod allowing him to continue, "I want to be a Number One Hero. I want to kick villains' asses as much and as hard as I can for as long as my stupid aging bones allow me to."

The intensity in his eyes and conviction in every word he spoke made you feel his passion. And that was… new.

"But to be that, I can't afford to waste time in falling in love and all that bullshit…"

"Then say no to your mom and the company," you offer as a solution. He snorts letting his head fall back against the couch.

"You know shit…" He shakes his head, "There's a requirement in every hero company, it says that a familiar, or a spouse if the hero is married, has to validate your mental sanity alongside a doctor to keep working as a Hero."

"I… didn't know that."

"Of course not, short-legs. You're not a hero, why would you know?"

"So, if I… If we get married-..." he nods in confirmation even before you say the words. But he says them.

"The old hag won't have to validate my status as Hero anymore, and she won't have anything to hold me back from sending her and the company to hell."

You looked serious at him, "Bakugou, you and I don't like each other. You hate me and I hate you. And you want to put your Hero status in my hands by marrying me?" You say in disbelief, almost anxious about the whole meaning of this. You stand up and walk from one side to the other as you keep talking, "Why? Because your inner kid is in rebellious tantrum mode and does not want to take the responsibility to-..."

"Shut the fuck up! You. Know. Shit!" He also stood up, shortening the distance between you two in the small living room.

"Then tell me! Explain it to me! Cause to me you only sound like a spoiled brat who doesn't want his veggies for lunch."

He looks you right in the eye, hands almost trembling in fists beside his body, and then he drops the bomb.

"My mother killed my grandfather."

You recoil a step back, "What?"

He sighs, hands and fingers running through his hair, clearly uncomfortable, "I-... There is no proof, no solid proof about it. I just- I know it was her." Again, the conviction in his eyes made you believe him. "My mother wanted the money, the luxury life being with my dad could bring her. But my dad had a brother, an older brother."

"Had?"

Bakugou simply shakes his head, "The idiot got himself in between a shooting from two villain groups. He was shot only once, and it killed him. A fucking looser…"

You try, you really tried not to smile but failed miserably. "You are the idiot," you say fighting back the chuckle.

He smiles back, "No, I got shot several times, I even got thrown at and through walls, and I'm very much fucking alive. I'm no weak ass looser as him."

You can't stop laughing, Bakugou definitely is an idiot.

He waits until you're done laughing before continuing, "Even then, my grandfather didn't think my dad was capable of handling the company and all it meant, so he was thinking about giving it to one of his nephews. That's when, I fuckin’ know, my mother took matters into her own hands. I'm an only child. If I say no…"

"The company has to go to another familiar..." Everything washes clear now in your head, “And your mom won't allow that to happen. So she’ll lie and say you aren’t sane enough to keep working as a hero,” Bakugou keeps nodding, confirming everything you’re saying.

“That way, I’m obligated to work at the company.”

Your hand travels from your forehead and brushes your hair back. “She wouldn’t that… She’s your mom, Bakugou...”

“Haven’t you heard a fucking thing I said? She fucking killed my grandfather so the company was legally inherited by my father! Therefore, she could hold all the rights, all the stupid money! My father was a fucking dimwit who believed every-fucking-thing my mother said. She controlled him as she pleased.”

You gasp as another realization hits you, “That’s why you are an asshole to her…”

“She can fool anyone, but not me.” He declares, standing tall and proud. “I have never played her game, and I fuckin’ never will.”

You hug yourself once more, taking some minutes to assimilate all the confessions he just dropped on you. Everything feels like a script of a freaking movie or something. And there are too many questions you want to ask. But there’s only one thing you mostly don’t understand and you need the answer to.

So you look back at him, head tilting up a bit due to the height difference between you, and ask, “Why me?”

Bakugou does not hesitate in his answer.

“You’re strong, despite not having a Quirk. And smart. You don’t let anyone dictate what you can or cannot do,” he takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, “You have never backed down from a discussion, with me or anyone else. You don’t let anybody step on you, holding tight to your convictions and beliefs.”

You visibly gulp, feeling a little warmth in your cheeks that makes you want to look elsewhere, but you don't. You hold the connection between your eyes like dear life. And he smiles, the left corner of his mouth raising a bit.

“You have a fuckin’ strong character, you won't even shy down from me,” you suddenly feel the back of his index finger caress the right side of your jaw, where lays an old scar he perfectly recognized.

It was the scar he accidentally left when you were younger, stupider. He had picked a fight with another newbie hero –another asshole in your opinion– who kept talking shit about his other newbie hero friends. Bakugou had snapped when the guy mocked the word “whore” towards you. You have tried to separate them, earning yourself a punch on the right side of your face by this same man that has touched the reminder of that old memory.

“But above all that…” It’s his turn to gulp, eyes going up and down through your face. Is he… Is he looking at your lips? “You are kind. You care about everyone. You always try to solve everything for everyone –that’s fuckin’ annoying actually.”

You open your mouth to swear at him, stupid asshole; but he doesn’t give you time to say anything. “What I’m trying to fuckin’ say is–” he takes a deep breath, “You are… good. A good person. And you… You understand m- us.”

Was he going to say ‘me’? By ‘us’, you know he means heroes.

Your parents had been heroes before they died. Unfortunately, you were born Quirkless, so the dream of following your parents' path was decided the same day you were welcomed into this world. You have already made peace with this idea, it didn’t hurt like it used to when you were young. Despite not having a Quirk, you specialized in Quirk and training analysis, which granted you a job that most Hero Agencies wanted you for. Hence also how now your group of friends involved all heroes.

However, one thing is working with them, working with Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. Pro Hero Dynamight, who was the biggest pain in your ass you have ever had since the day you met him. Another completely different is actually marrying the pain in your ass.

You sigh, “I don’t–...”

“What? You want me to fuckin’ beg? ‘Cause I fuckin’ will…” Bakugou takes a step back and literally kneels before you. You protest, grabbing his forearm and pulling him back up, but he doesn’t let you move him even a millimeter. “What do you want? Whatever you want is yours. We can even sign a dam contract if you so want, I don’t fuckin’ care what it is. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“This is not a fucking joke, Bakugou. You are asking me to marry you. What if I have a boyfriend? You didn’t even fucking ask!”

His eyes open wide, surprised. “Do you?”

You roll your eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh. “No! I don’t!”

“Then, what are you bitching about?”

You groan. “I’m bitching about the fact that I don’t know why would you put a whole big deal on me when we hate each other!”

“I trust you.”

It’s a short answer, his expression is even so neutral and sure that leaves you perplexed. Surprised at how easily he said those words.

“We don’t like each other…”

“I don’t need to like you to trust you, idiot.” It feels like he’s mocking you, but one look into his eyes and what he is saying actually feels right. He is completely sure of what he is saying. “I would even fuckin’ trust you with my life.”

He already does. Every day, at work.

Still, you can’t pass the opportunity to piss him off. “Wow. That’s deep, buddy.”

“Fuck you.”

Mission accomplished.

You laugh gently, looking at him still kneeling on the floor of your living room. The sight in itself is a miracle. A sight you won't get to see ever again from this man. But it’s not the image of his kneeling position that makes you take the decision.

It’s his eyes.

They are screaming, desperately begging for you to help him. And, damn it, he is right; you always are at the disposal of everyone when they need your help. Fuck! It is actually very annoying –but you will never admit that out loud, especially not to him.

You close your eyes, head tilting back, and take a long, deep breath.

You are so going to regret this.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Bakugou Katsuki immediately stands up and practically throws himself at you, his whole hulk of a body surrounding you in what you have never thought would ever happen between you two: a hug.

Are you though?

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 7 months ago

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CASH i feel like bakugou would be the type to kiss your shoulders ESPECIALLY if he's behind you.. just wraps his arms around you and places some kisses on your shoulder (some itching just a tad bit too close to your neck teehee)

AAZZZZUGHH. AUGHHHH ????? IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH,A,AB

omg omg and that last line ??? you're trying to kill me.

n then pro hero suki omg. he is 100% a shoulder kisser (and biter lol). you cannot convince me otherwise and especially when you wear something that reveals them to him?? it's free real estate at this point. yes dead meme usage is necessary.

hes very much treading the fine line like,, the first kiss is sweet, yknow ? it's a cute little shoulder kiss to let you know he's there. it's nice, it's sweet. but then he realises you smell really good, and there's another one. and then he's holding onto your shoulders for the third one. huffing into your skin and then it's a little rapid fire of little smooches to make you giggle n try to shrug him off, to which he always grumbles about. he sorta takes it as a challenge, you're trying to keep him away ? he'll get even closer. and then uh oh, he's kissing all up your neck n nape n stuff. he will absolutely just do this in public and you very much have to remind him he is lolol. and with his stupidly handsome smirk he goes "what's up ? m'not doin' anything bad. "

ERRRAAAGHH SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.

#thanks for the ask anon!#thanks for the ask im like losing it #pro hero katsuki..sighs dreamily #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #cash responds :p

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anime-rambles · 27 days ago

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Our Narrative

Pairing: Bakugou x Midoriya!sister

Warnings: Cheating, angst,

Word Count: 1300+

A/N: Just a little something.

Summary: IS THIS THE END TO JAPAN'S FAVOURITE HERO COUPLE? What happens when a certain blonde hero cheats on his loyal girlfriend of 10 years?

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There's a few things Midoriya knows with certainty, for starters his sister y/n loved Bakugou and Bakugou loved his sister. It all started way back in the early days when they had all rescued Bakugou from the league of villains. They both caught Midoriya's eyes more, he watched the little glances, the holding, the jokes, cooking, interactions, they had turned into Midoriya’s secret little project.

He saw Bakugou’s softer side and saw y/n’s stronger confident side. It thrilled Midoriya more and more. So once they graduated and finally announced to the group they were in fact dating, he couldn’t be more happy. His notebooks disappeared into the background. His case study was over.

Midoriya didn’t know when it all fell apart, years had gone by, the couple were celebrating 10 years together. They lived together, had an agency together and were soon to get married, Then the article broke.

IS THIS THE END TO JAPAN'S FAVOURITE HERO COUPLE?

Midoriya could see it as plain as day, Bakugou was photographed kissing some new and upcoming hero inside the restaurant he had proposed to you in. The photos showed a story of hurt and betrayal, the next showed him leaving the restaurant with her tucked under his arm. The next he is confronted with y/n outside looking at them. The next is of y/n slapping Bakugou and then the next Bakugou all alone. The article goes into details of what had been heard of the argument outside. It followed on by telling the events of what happened since these photos. Of his sister resigning as a pro-hero, giving up on her dream.

Many in the group tried to get the pair to talk, not just to each other but someone else. Even Kirishima couldn’t get Bakugou to talk about it, to explain himself. He would only explode them away, and if anyone said anything he would follow up with, “You know nothing, don’t comment on something you have no idea about.”

Midroiya couldn’t even get y/n to open up, the first few times to her house, she would not open the door and one of the last times when Midroiya got past the door the place was empty. Y/n simply hugged him, “I need to leave Zuzu, look out for him would you, don’t try to find me, I’ll be okay, I just need to get away, I’ll contact you.”

Since that day, Midoriya has not seen you, the only way he knows that you are alive is for the birthday card he received each year and a postcard every now and again. He has 5 birthday cards from you, no return address. He knows you’re by the ocean though, as one year there was sand on his card by accident. To this day no one knows what happened, and what went wrong. Midoriya finds himself looking over all the old notebooks of your early days being together to look for signs that Bakugou could or would cheat. But he can’t find anything, this story makes no sense.

Midoriya was at the hero commissions meeting with other heroes, debriefing for a huge case they were all working together on. Denki, Sero. Kirishima, Iida were all added to the team recently, whereas Bakugou and Midoriya had been working for months on this with their informant Stardust. There was an illegal fighting ring setup that was using quirk enhancers on small children and training them until they were teens and then making the fight to the death.

Midoriya thought of you often and hoped one day you would return or that you have a family and have found happiness by the beach. Midoriya thinks of how Bakugou feels as he looks at him across the table, since you left he has not been with anything, his rating took a massive drop. Even was knocked out of the top10 by what had happened but over the 5 years he has fought his way back up to the top5. All the anger, hurt and disgust that was being thrown at him for what he did to y/n, he took it all, and never said a word back.

“Okay team, we’re a go.” Bakugou announced and stood up from the table leaving the room, the rest followed. As they left, Kirishima came bouncing over to Midoriya throwing an arm around him. “Man Bakugou’s ever so uptight today huh?”

“Isn’t he always like this Kirishima?”

“Well, yes and no, today he’s off you know, just thought I'd ask in case you knew of something, oh well, good to see you though Deku.” Kirishima let him go and left the room.

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Within the hour all heroes descended upon the hideout, they had broken through the barricade and some off the team pulled back to hero the police to make arrests. Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou and Midoriya all pushed on forward, finding a stairway to the basements Bakugou tried the door but it was locked. Pulling at the door like a mad man, cursing and eventually exploding it the three looked at each other, “Jeez man, calm down.” Denki says, and goes to put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder which he dodges, “DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN.”

Midoriya’s earpiece went off, informing him that all the kids had been found and accounted for and everyone was being called back, he told the group. Bakugou took one look at Midoriya and bolted down the stairs. Everyone ran after him, “Come on man, we have to turn back, we have orders.” Kirishima called after him. “Fuck the order, we need to get stardust, we promised.” Bakugou shouted. “Stardust? Who’s stardust?” Denki shouts, trying to catch up.

“The informated, but we don’t know they’re here though Kat.” Midoriya shouts, Bakugou comes to a quick stop and looks Midoriya dead straight into the eyes, he’s not seen this frantic, scared side before but knows he must help his friend. “Okay come on guys, let’s get them.” Midoriya says and takes off running.

Coming to the end of the hall, and another locked door. Bakugou takes no time to explode and fall into the room. Midoriya steps in after Bakugou, and all he sees is his friend throwing himself around someone, and pulling them into a hug. The sounds of two people crying fills the room, Denki, Kirishima and Midoriya all just stand awkwardly looking at the two not really sure as to what is happening. The pair pull away from each other slightly, Bakugou reaching for something hidden within his uniform, he pulls a chain out from around his neck and a gold ring shines against the dull lights. The person's hand is held out and the ring placed on their finger. Bakugou looks over his shoulder at the heroes and says something to the person who peers out around Bakugou.

It's his sister, it’s y/n. Midoriya is frozen, tears in his eyes and takes a step forward. Your eyes meet his and you start to cry again. Bakugou stands and helps you up too. You’ve changed, your hair is a different colour, your skin more pale, the clothes on your body are all but falling off.

Midoriya takes a step towards you, but Kirishims stops him. “What the hell is going on, y/n you’re working for these villains scum now? WHAT HAPPENED! GUYS GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER” He shouted, Bakugou stepped in front of you. “Watch HOW YOU SPEAK TO MY WIFE EIJIROU.”

“YOUR WIFE, SINCE WHEN.” Denki chimes in.

“We never split up, I never cheated, Y/n has been our informant, and we got married in secret.” Bakugou says and takes your hand in his. “I’m really sorry Zuzu, Kiri, denks, I didn't have a choice, the kids needed help.” You say.

Everyone takes a breath, and Kirishima starts to cry. “I'M SO HAPPY YOUR MARRIED AND BROSKI ISN'T A CHEATER, CAUSE THAT’S REALLY NOT MANLY.” the redhead makes his way over to the two and wraps them up in a hug. Bakugou pushes him off them, and as soon as it’s clear Midoriya wraps his arms around his sister. “Thank god you're okay,” He whispers to you, “Back at you freckles.” You say, hugging him tight.

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shiggyscumrag · 3 months ago

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‎ ‎⋆˚✿˖°Katsuki Bakugou Thirsts/Imagines‎⋆˚✿˖°

A/N: Reader and Bakugou color guide!! Smut and fluff included so you have been warned!!

- Bakugou holding you up and against him while sloppily making out with you. Your left hand gripping his shoulder while the right held the back of his head. Pulling back moaning a little you find his eyes. “Let’s go to the couch.” You ask needy as ever. “You want to take this further princess?” You whine starting to grind against his hard on. With a groan he adjusts his grip on your ass helping you ease some tension. Walking over to the couch he starts to kiss up your neck and jaw. Pulling back he lets out an evil giddy sneer as he slams you into the couch. A scream and few giggles later he’s on top of you again.

- “Katsuki what are we having for dinner? I’m really hungry!!” Scoffing from the couch he looks from the tv to you standing in the kitchen archway. “You want me to get up and make you food as you stand in the kitchen?” You pause and frown starting to slowly make your way to him on the couch. Snuggling up fitting into him perfectly he closes his arms around you. You lay on his chest eyes closed for a few minutes. Pulling him away from his show you plead again. “I started my period earlier and I’m cramping really bad. I’m so hungry and I’m craving your homemade ramen!!” You pout looking up at him batting your eyelashes the best you can to convince him. “Whatever you’d be willing to cook would be amazing!! It’s always so good and filling plus gives me some strength back!” Groaning out loud face palming himself dramatically he starts to get up. Moving out of his way you simply watch him. “Whatever woman! I’m making the ramen extra spicy the way I like it this time!” He shouts walking around the couch to the kitchen. Stopping before the doorway he kisses you on the cheek then top of your head. “Thank you my love!” “Yeah, yeah love ya too.”

- “Love my pretty tits.” He beams squeezing your large boobs face buried between them. “Yours?” “Hell yes!” He shouted latching on and leaving a fat purple hickey. “Better not have anyone else lookin’, touchin’ or complementin’ my tits!”

- After a particularly long training session (leg and glute day) you were feeling your death approaching you rapidly. Katsuki calls you dramatic, you believe it’s completely fair to feel like death after one of his workouts. Your mutual hero friends along with most of the internet would be in agreeance. His routines have been going viral all over social media for their complexity. Of course that meant the gym was a war zone every time you went. It’s true after a while it stopped hurting after every workout. Every once in a while however and today’s in particular was brutal and assistance was required. He squats tossing your waist over his shoulder beginning to walk to the car. “Is carrying me like this really necessary?” “Look you wanted to be carried so less sass more appreciation!” “A bit ironic coming from the sassiest man alive.”

- “Ma’am are you alright in there? We heard a thud and wanted to check in!” The service clerk asks from behind the closed changing room door. “Y-yes just tripped a little over this skirt and bumped the wall! Sorry for concerning you!” You chuckle trying your best to sound sincere and not moan. Biting your lip Bakugou continues to lap at your pussy. “Alright ma’am just call out and let us know if you need any help!” The clerks footsteps slowly clacking away. Sighing your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel yourself undo on his tongue for the millionth time. Shaking a little your fingers dig hard into his scalp. Grounding you as you slowly grind against his tongue. The cold hard tip of his nose grazing your clit perfectly before his warm wet tongue. Laughing lightly against your pussy he pulls away after one long satisfying lick to clean you up. “You should definitely get the skirt.”

- Dancing with Katsuki and it somehow turns into a competition. Still light hearted and silly of course. Out doing each other with each move pulled out next takes it to a new level every time. Gliding to the music together while singing in his ear and out loud when the groove flows a little too deep. Just like the deep dip he dips you into swinging you back up in his arms. Pressing you tightly to him he breathes you in sighing dreamily. “Thank you for loving me.” Monotone closed eyes with a slight blush on his cheeks you stare up at him. You feel your throat tighten tears threatening to spill and hug him tighter kissing his chest. “Thank you for letting me love you.”

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katsu2ji · 8 months ago

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partially deaf!pro hero katsuki

a/n: i love katsuki so much guys i don't think you understand.

constantly thinking about pro hero katsuki who, due to his quirk and the fighting he had to do during his UA days, now has to wear hearing aids. they’re nothing flashy, but they do match his hero costume somewhat. he never thought he’d needed them and tried to ignore the ringing in his ears for as long as he could, until he realized he could no longer hear the people he loved like he used to—their voices that were once so close now so far away.

and yeah, it takes some getting used to; it took a lot to convince him to even seek help, and going from hearing fine for most of your life to struggling to hear anything at all was terrifying at first. it felt like the silence was closing in on him, haunting him. but now, after some time—and many, many, frustrating sign language classes and lip reading attempts—he's managed to adapt.

and it's not like he's incapable of hearing anything at all. he can still hear the faint laughter of his friends when they meet up for dinner amidst their busy schedules, hoping to squeeze in one more drink before having to go their separate ways again. he can still hear the children yelling his name in excitement as he speeds through the sky, sending him encouragement for all of his upcoming fights. he smiles faintly at them, his way of thanking them for the support.

at first, he didn't want the public to know about it. it was partially in fear of being underestimated (by civilians and villains alike) and partially because he didn't want his image to be reduced down to his partial hearing loss. and while he does deal with the occasional 'off' interaction (his poor pr team had quite the mess to clean up, but that news reporter talking about katsuki when he thought he couldn't hear him had it coming.) he still carries himself with pride, hearing aids and all. he has no reason not to.

he's still gonna yell all he wants, though, partially deaf or not, just for the hell of it—he is katsuki bakugou. old habits die hard, i guess.

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sweetnsour1 · 1 year ago

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10:53:01

Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 1 of 2

“You’re kidding.”

“Why would I be kidding?” His tone had shifted. You could hear his brows and eyes furrowing at the strangled laugh you had shakily exhaled.

“How did you find out?” He had to be fucking with you.

“Um, the mission briefing...like usual?”

“What?” Shit, so he wasn’t fucking with you. You blinked away tears of frustration already threatening to leak into your voice. Stupid.

“Huh?”

“So, you’re really leaving?”

“Have to, beautiful.”

“But...”

“Yea, I know. I’ll miss you too.” His tone was getting softer with every awkward response you choked out.

“No, I mean...” You let the words trail off. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d forgotten the meaning behind this quickly approaching date. Your brain couldn’t even craft a way to bring it up without whining. You couldn’t do it. “Just be safe, okay?”

“The hell do ya think I am? I’m always safe.”

“Safer than your version of safe, please.” Your tone was firm as it delivered the familiar words, a ritual every time he left for a mission.

The memory of the first time you’d made the request came to you easily. He was in the doorway of your office, backing out, bumping his wide shoulders into the frame as he failed to smoothly exit. Red spread across the skin directly below his mask. You had thought you had overstepped, maybe he was upset that you questioned his performance. Your head had tilted to the side in confusion when instead he only said, “Yes, ma’am.” He landed a smack against the head of the blonde hero snickering behind him as he walked off, mumbling something about shutting up.

“Mmm.” You smiled. Maybe he was thinking of that day too.

“‘Mmm’ isn’t a promise.”

“I’ll be back before Saturday. Promise.”

“Back with all the parts you left with.”

“Ya gonna’ love me less if I don’t?” His words were obviously being spoken through a smile now, or a smirk more likely.

“Depends on what you lose.” A part of you melts at the chuckle let loose in your ear.

“Bullshit.”

“Mhmm.” You’re quick to agree but want to hear him laugh again. “If you come back hurt, I’ll just kick your ass for not listening to me.”

‘What if I come back without an ass?” His laugh is cut short as you hear a familiar voice inform him how that would be highly unlikely to count as coming back safe. The tone on the other end gets harsher as he tells the man with him to mind his damn business. You roll your eyes at the familiar sounds of bickering bubbling between the two heroes. You pull Katsuki’s attention back to you as you catch the sound of Deku’s mediating attempts only pacifying Todoroki.

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?”

“Yea.” You quirk an eyebrow at the leftover hostility worming its way into his conversation with you. He hears it too, coughing back to a gentler version before he continues. “I’ll see you Saturday, beautiful.”

“See you Saturday.” Your words fall forward in a mumble towards the screen already reminding you that you’d ended the call. Fuck. Fuck.

“Fuck.”

You rolled your head forward; thankful it was still early enough in the day to start making all the calls you’d need to. You did a few of those dumb square breaths that your therapist swore by. It was annoying that it helped. A feline reminiscent stretch was the only other action you took before opening the most frequently used document saved on your phone. The twinge of regret at the sight of the bright orange header was promptly shoved aside as you began scrolling down to the vendors’ contact info. By the third call, you had quite a script ready to go as soon as someone picked up: Hello, sorry to bother you right before closing. I actually have you guys booked for the event tomorrow night. There’s been a change of plans and I would like you to deliver the (whatever they were in charge of) to (whatever organization could use it) as a donation instead of delivering anything to the venue. After that, it was always a short confirmation of details before you dialed the next number on the list.

The biggest loss was the venue...no, that was wrong. The biggest loss was not being able to get Bakugou’s birthday right AGAIN. You really weren’t sure anymore if the blame was with you or the universe or maybe Bakugou was a villain whose only agenda was to thwart your birthday attempts. Well, you were pretty sure it was you, but it was way past ridiculous at this point. His birthday had been a disaster or disaster adjacent every year since you’d started dating.

There was the first one where you got flustered when he had the audacity to go for the first kiss, getting you flustered enough to drop his gift, a very not waterproof limited edition and vintage All Might card, off the bridge and into the river. The next involved a mistake where you accidentally had Kirishima drop him off at the wrong address...not realizing there were two locations for the restaurant you two had your first date at. The one after, you ended up hospitalized for just a few days, missing his birthday completely because your dumb ass didn’t wake up in time. Although he technically had spent it with you, you just weren’t conscious. You both had work the one after that, so not really your fault on that one. But you did forget his present at the office and so ended up giving it to him the day after, so that part was your fault.

He was always annoyingly understanding about the trouble you ended up causing on the one day every year that you wanted to be the least troublesome. He would just laugh it off, thanking you for an unforgettable day. He’d call you cute or sweet or a menace. He’d say his birthday wasn’t anything to stress about.

His words would be so much easier to accept if he didn’t seem to feel differently when it came to your birthday. He never gave a gift late or damaged or less than perfect. He never messed up the date or time or location. He never forgot any part of his plans or goals for the day. It was always irritatingly more than what you would’ve imagined or expected. Not that birthdays were a contest, but...if they were, you were fucking losing badly.

You slid your phone further across the counter after your last call. This was supposed to be the year you got it right. You’d even enlisted a dangerous amount of help for a surprise party: Kirishima to keep Bakugou from finding out, the head assistant at their agency to get the scheduling information just right, Mina was charged with the guest list, Kaminari and Sero were assigned the entertainment (with final approval from you after a near x-rated disaster). You even had Midoriya help you decide on a present.

Everything was finally going to be perfect. You were so determined. You had even stupidly begun to feel safe in your victory. The party was supposed to be tomorrow. And now, he wouldn’t be back for nine days. Fuck. Fuck.

“Fuck.”

You pawed at your phone again, sending a quick text to Mina so she could notify the guests of the cancellation. You were already exhausted from the last half hour of calls and just wanted to crawl into the bed that was now dumber and colder and emptier than it was supposed to be. Before burrowing, you sent “code yellow” to the One Brain Cell group chat, following the ridiculous list of emergency code phrases made up by Kaminari. You didn’t think you’d end up using them, but here you were.

You then finally set your phone aside for real, pretending to set the urge to sulk along with it. This was part of the job. He was needed and that was a priority...helping people should come first (and it always did). Even if a selfish part of you, that seemed to get louder every time he was called away, wanted nothing more than to convince him to stay. The man you were in love with wouldn’t just give up his purpose or his morals like that. Not even for you. It was admirable. As a hero, you loved and respected that. As his girlfriend, it made you feel more jealous and selfish than you would ever admit.

You would just have to not suck next year.

Inspired by the request sent in by @mentallyablaze-writes

Masterlist

Part 2 coming soon

#Bakugou #Bakugou fluff #Bakugou x reader #pro hero bakugou #Bakugou imagines #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha Bakugou #bakugou katsuki #fluff

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year ago

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Man I Hate This Part of Texas….

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The day wasn’t supposed to end like this. But you knew what you signed up for the day you walked into that entrance exam, the day you signed your life away with a warranty to be a hero.

A hero saved people. A hero died for them. You thought you would have been prepared.

But waking up that morning was perfect, tuffs of blonde and red hair stuck in the kitchen and bickering on what to make you.

But now here you were, eyes half closed and bloody while bleeding out in rubble and just wanting for the comm in your ear to shut up.

It wasn’t Eijirou or Katsuki voice in the com, some side kick from your guys’ agency to young for the battle field.

You took a hit for them, and now you wouldn’t make it home.

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Close my eyes and fantasize….

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Your eyes couldn’t help but flutter shut as everything fell silent.

The ringing of the com faded out, screams of civilians and the feeling of the sidekick trying to stop the bleeding.

The bleeding…the blood.

It was red like Eijirou’s hair and red like Katsukis eyes and it felt so warm like them it felt like it was dragging you down.

You were drowning in it, crimson red pooling into your lungs with no way out.

Your eyes finally fell, the helicopter above drowning out as your chest stilled, and your heart beat faded to nothing.

Captured on film for Eijirou and Katsuki to watch on the news at home.

A home you would never go back to.

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Three Clicks And I’m Home.

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It felt normal.

Feet padding against the hard wood floor you bickered with Katsuki for months while house hunting before settling.

Your keys jingled in the lock as you twisted the door, warm and worn out as you listened to the yelling on the inside that felt oh so normal.

“That’s not how you do it, you dumbass!”

You almost let out a small snort of laughter as you listened to Bakugous angry yells to your red headed partner. You lingered in the hallway, everything on the outside of the house a blinding white.

“But- oh, hey, honey! You’re home!” Eijirou was going to argue back before stopping as he saw you standing stunningly in the doorframe.

“I am. What’s got your panties in a twist?”

You asked, smiling in amusement as your blonde lover narrowed his eyes at you as Eijirou wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side to plant a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Fucking Eijirou, that’s what. And you!” The blonde spit out, pretending to be angry but the kiss that followed quickly didn’t help his case.

You laughed under your breath as the offended red head bickered back, standing by the couches as you watched happily as they went on.

Purposely ignoring the flat lamp in the corner buzzing for attention to break you out.

#mha x reader #mha #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #pro hero bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijirou #eijirou x reader #mha eijirou #bnha eijirou #eijirou kirishima imagine #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #eijirou kirishima #eijirou

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impwerital · 2 days ago

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Chapter 2

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[Bakugou’s POV]

This wasn’t his goddamn phone.

Bakugou scowled down at the device in his hand, flipping it over as if that would suddenly make it familiar. It was about the same model as his sleek, slim, definitely a newer release but it wasn’t his.

He knew the weight of his phone. The feel of the faint scratch near the corner from that villain takedown three weeks ago. The way the screen lit up when he tapped it, flashing his background—an old photo Kirishima snapped during a rooftop training session.

It wasn’t sentimental.

It just… wasn’t this.

This screen lit up with a low brightness and a lock screen of… was that a cat?

He narrowed his eyes.

No, not a cat.. a kitten. Curled up in a hoodie, pink-pawed and soft-looking,

Bakugou blinked once.

This was absolutely not his phone.

He huffed through his nose, swiping at the screen. Passcode locked, “tch,” he whispered under his breath.

He jabbed at the numbers on instinct. 0-0-0-0.

The screen unlocked instantly.

"...You’ve gotta be kidding me, this person must be a fucking dumbass” he muttered.

Who the hell used that as their passcode? What kind of dumbass security was that? Anyone could’ve guessed it. He rubbed a hand down his face, more irritated than he’d been when he got the damn patrol call this morning.

He almost locked it back out of spite but paused instead, thumb hovering over the open screen.

There weren’t any suspicious apps, nothing too flashy.

A couple of text messages at the top. Group chats. One labeled "the 3 chippetes 🎀", the other "Mom" with a heart emoji. That one made him blink.

Whatever. He wasn’t a creep.

Bakugou backed out of the screen and clicked into the phone dialer, quickly punching in his own number.

He leaned back in his office chair, arms crossed tight as he waited for it to connect. If that girl had his phone, she’d better pick up.

Ring.

Click.

"Hello—hello? Customer Services, this is—"

The voice on the other end was muffled, rushed, and definitely not a pro-hero. It was the same girl from earlier, no doubt about it.

[Your POV]

“yes, I understand your frustration, ma’am, but please— yes, I’m still here, please hold for just one moment—hello?” You didn’t even glance at the screen when the call came in.

You’d been juggling complaint after complaint, your headset starting to dig into your ear, and your manager giving you that look from across the room.

You snatched up the ringing phone and answered out of habit. “Hello—hello? Customer Services, this is—”

There was silence for a second on the other end.

“You’re the one who ran into me this morning, right?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Blonde. Hoodie. You bumped into me like a damn bulldozer. Didn’t even look up.”

It took a beat. Then your brain caught up with the voice—the one from earlier this morning, gruff and irritated and kind of… deep.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, pulling the phone slightly away from your face to look at the screen. Your name was showing at the top, your own number in the contact. “Wait wait, wait. Don’t tell me this isn’t my phone?”

“No shit,” he snapped. “And this definitely ain’t mine. It’s got a cat on the screen.”

Heat crawled up your neck. “It’s a kitten, actually.”

“Whatever. I’m not carrying this thing around all day.”

You glanced around the floor, your coworkers hunched over their desks like zombies. Your manager was already glaring like she’d explode if you so much as sneezed wrong.

“I can’t leave,” you stammered. “My manager’s already on edge and I’m behind on tickets. I don’t get off until five.”

There was a pause. You could almost feel the irritation simmering through the line.

“Tch. Fine. I’ll survive with this thing for a few hours,” he muttered. “You better not have weird shit on here.”

You shouted, “I don’t!”

a coworker looked at you.

Another pause. You could hear faint city noise in the background traffic, distant voices, maybe even a bird if you weren’t imagining it.

“I’ll text you where to meet. Just don’t forget, alright?”

“I won’t, Promise.”

He hung up without saying goodbye.

rude much?

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[Bakugou’s POV]

The rest of the day was a blur of noise and frustration.

Patrol was uneventful, but the irritation lingered like an itch under his skin. He hated not having his own phone no custom comms, no saved logs, no personal reminders.

Just this… stranger’s phone, tucked into his hoodie pocket, occasionally buzzing with messages and one suspiciously persistent spam call.

He did his route. Signed a couple autographs when he couldn’t dodge fast enough. Got coffee. Ignored three people who tried to sneak pictures.

By four-thirty, he was back near the agency, arms crossed as he leaned against a building, the phone still glowing faintly in his hand.

Still with the damn kitten wallpaper.

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[Your POV]

By the time the clock hit five, you could feel every bone in your feet.

You peeled off your headset with a sigh, your spine aching from hunching forward for hours. A dull throb pulsed behind your eyes, and your brain was still buzzing with phantom customer voices demanding refunds and asking to speak to someone above you.

You grabbed your things and shoved your chair in, already halfway out the door when you finally remembered—

The phone.

You fished it out of your bag, blinking at the unfamiliar weight. The kitten lock screen had been replaced with a black screen and a 5% battery warning. Right. You hadn’t touched it since this morning, and now your actual phone was probably filled with texts from some pissed-off blonde guy who thought you were the worst.

You exhaled. “Great.”

Still, you made your way toward the meeting spot he’d texted you earlier: a side street near the agency, just tucked away from the worst of the crowd.

Your legs dragged with every step, and your bag felt heavier than usual. You weren’t even sure what you were going to say.

“Sorry for bumping into you?”

“Thanks for not chucking my phone into the sewer?”

You sighed again and picked up the pace, unaware that on the other side of the street, a certain explosive man was already waiting, arms crossed, scowl ready.

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A/N: SORRY THIS IS SHORT CHAPTER! I PROMISE ILL POST MORE TMRW! idk if this is good guys nobody is giving me feedback

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x y/n #katsukibakugou #pro hero #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

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derpymidnight · 1 year ago

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Katsuki Bakugou dating a single mom of two. He is so whipped for her. He's got the looks, the reputation, the status, but he genuinely thinks he's the lucky one. So very charming with her, which he usually never is, and that's how you know she's special.

He absolutely hates kids and thinks they're gross and irritating, but he loves hers. He is so infatuated with the kids, and does surprisingly well around them. They love him too, it's practically a match made in heaven.

You both marry and he makes the most wonderful husband and father.

Before meeting her, he considered his number one hero status the most important thing in his life, but afterward he is dedicated to his little family. Katsuki constantly takes time off work to spend time with them, which has a big impact on his case resolution count. Eventually he drops to second rank on the Hero Billboard Charts, then fifth, and then eighth. The hero business is unforgiving, and you apologize profusely for it, but Katsu makes it clear that he's a father and husband foremost, and his job as a hero comes third.

Just,,, Katsuki raising the reader's kids

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou imagines #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #derpymidnight writes #derpymidnight #bnha oneshots #mha oneshots #dynamight #pro hero bakugou #husband! bakugou #kohei horikoshi #anime #manga #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #this was titled dilf pro hero katsuki in my notes😭

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wisteria-cherry · 1 year ago

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hear me out tho

in the pro hero bakugo au fandom (which is 101% a fandom of its own) everyone always talks about this nameless pr manager who has to deal with all his crap

but how about this tho

pro hero bakugo x pr manager reader

pr manager reader who sees the good in bakugo and conveys that to the press

pr manager reader who makes his popularity ranking skyrocket because of it

pr manager who’s won over the public with how sweet they are when it comes to their view on bakugo

pr manager reader who’s secretly a little gremlin and, backstage at an interview for bakugo, exchanged wicked grins as they mutually acknowledge that bakugo is gonna wreak havoc on the studio but it’s chill because the public knows you’ll have an explanation for it so it can’t be that bad right?

just think about it

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo imagine #pro hero bakugo #pro hero katsuki #bnha pro hero au #bakugo’s pr manager

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moonlightwriter · 1 year ago

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁:

𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗜𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝘅 𝗬/𝗡:

𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗕𝗮��𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝘅 𝗬/𝗡:

𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗘𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝘅 𝗬/𝗡:

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queer-obsession · 2 years ago

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on my bullshit again and thought abt if MHA characters (pro heroes) would hard launch or soft launch your relationship so here you go:

Izuku Midoiya: soft launch - he's definitely the type to take a relationship slow in general anyway and with his status as a pro he wouldn't want to just throw you to the wolves. His manager helps him out and after you've been together for honestly almost a year he'll carefully start stepping back from being single. If asked if he's in a relationship in an interview instead of "no" he'll say "no comment", he'll purposefully get caught buying something for you a couple times, he'll tweet a quote abt love, and eventually post a picture of him holding hands with you or hugging you where your face isn't visible, then his next interview when he gets asked if he has a partner he'll say yes and that's it, a few days later he posts a photo kissing you with your face visible and captions it with a simple heart

Katsuki Bakugou: No launch - He is a firm believer of it's nobodies fucking business so he just doesn't talk abt it. Eventually you guys would get caught by fans or paparazzi and he'd probably be like "yeah that's my partner got a fucking problem with it?" and that's it. Honestly people are to afraid to bring you up in interviews

Shoto Todoroki: Soft launch - he doesn't know the fucking difference but his manager would eventually want him to soft launch your relationship when people start to catch on so he does. He does the classics, gets caught buying flowers, posts abt love, takes a photo of a candlelit table for two, and eventually posts you two together. What the world doesn't know is that your actually the one that crafted all the soft launch posts

Kaminari Denki: Hard launch (by accident) - he can't help himself 😭 you guys probably planned on keep your relationship on the low for a bit longer but he accidentally mentions you in an interview or he posts a photo of you talking abt how cute you are and doesn't realize he did it on his main

Kirishima Eijiro: Hard launch - He can't shut up abt you. The second you guys are official EVERYONE knows. One day he just gets asked abt his relationship status and he just praises you for a minute straight and you only became his girlfriend a month ago

Mina Ashido: Soft launch - I think she would love crafting and organizing a soft launch. Taking fun teasing pictures and watching people in the comments freak out. She just finds it cute to soft launch and practical. She eventually posts a photo of you two together probably on a holiday with the cheesiest and sweetest caption. She defiantly planned everything with the idea of announcing your relationship on said holiday to

Keigo Takami (Hawks): Soft launch - He's a very high ranking hero and let's not forget that the hero commission helicopters him like a bunch of stalkers. your relationship would be a secret for a while, over a year 1/2, because of the commission. When they realize your not going anywhere and that the public is catching on they organize for his handler and PR team to soft launch the relationship. I feel like his PR team definitely built up a bachelor reputation for him so they have to soft launch to get people shipping you guys and not being as mad he's no longer single. Shit goes on for months, him getting caught buying gifts, getting caught at a fancy restaurant, his PR manger tweeting cryptic shit, organizing a fake paparazzi shoot where they "catch" him holding hands with an unknown person. Eventually he mentions being in a relationship in an interview, but he doesn't post you for another few weeks at his managers request so that people can "digest"

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic): Hard launch - he doesn't really mention his personal life to much but his students know abt you and he mentions you on his radio show. He just casually mentions you one day and then doesn't talk abt you again for two months when he casually mentions you again

Aizawa Shouta: No launch (lowkey secret) - Another firm believer of it's no one's fucking business. There is no launch because your relationship would most likely be a secret. Never mentions you at work, is an underground hero, and a definite homebody. There was never any hope of any type of launch. Present mic is the only one that knows except maybe Midnight. Nezu knows to but he's a stalker

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko): Hard launch - When i say hard launch i mean it. This women legit just makes out with you in public one day and that's it. The internet almost breaks because it comes out of no where for the general public. Never talks abt you because she likes the focus to be on her hero work but doesn't shy away from PDA and doesn't care if people know.

i hope someone finds this interesting 😭 reblogs appreciated ❤️ have fun down the MHA rabbit hole

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anime-rambles · 2 months ago

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Somethings happening...........

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mysteriesmuse · 2 years ago

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FIRE IN THE HOLE🔥💥☕️

Your lovely boyfriend turned current fiancé, Katsuki Bakugou knows that when he says not a word to anyone and you pretend to zip your lips that’s there’s a pretty substantial chance that a certain list of people are probably gonna hear about it . . . your siblings, your childhood best friend, your college best friend, sometimes your dentist if they can put together the mumbled response to their questions. Katsuki seriously wonders why they all do that. Especially yours because you are a chatter box. But, at the top of that list is your mom . . .

Katsuki is sitting inside peering over the pesky reading glasses he got a few weeks ago, he hates to admit he needs them, as you slip out the back door to take your weekly phone call from your mom. He brings chin to chest before puffing out a breath of laughter. Across from him is your new organic mug. A lopsided thing steaming with a new cup of peppermint tea . . .

Katsuki hums, he’ll heat it back up for you when you return. You absentmindedly stroll on the tattered lawn in your flip-flops. Phone pressed to your cheek as you grin and tease patches of dandelions with your toes . . .

Katsuki’s sure you’re on the wind-up with the causal “how are you” catch before regaling your mother with this most recent and embarrassing fiasco.

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In the backyard you poke at a nearly blossoming yellow lion bud.

“Oh- yeah, yeah I’ll be sure to mention it to Katsuki. Have dad text him about the furniture thing. He’s inside looking at tiles for the bathroom”

you shake your head, slipping your toes back around the sandal strap and carrying on. Your mother clearly has you on speaker phone. You can hear the food sizzling in the pan and your father scrubbing at the kitchen sink. a coy smile lights itself on your face: the perfect segway.

“oh mom, speaking of the dishes that I can hear dad scrubbing in the back you’ll never believe what Katsuki and I did”

“Sweetie? You know I know you’re engaged to a pro-hero?” your mom chuckles, “that could be anything in my wildest imagination”

Humming you glance back over at you darling fiancé. Diligently scrolling through a catalog of kitchen and bath tiles, “actually this is pretty mundane compared to other things.” You can hear the hiss of air and the playful groan that follows. The sound of your mother rolling her eyes . . .

“well about 2-3 weeks ago I get Katsuki to join me at this pottery class that I’ve been looking into. We’re there and he’s, tsk, typical grumbling about it to me under his breath. The place is so homely and smells like the earth and a dash of paint chemicals but otherwise nice. A few soccer moms trying to be earthy and unwind, but nothing along the lines of crazed fans or anything like that.

once we’re told the rules and given the supplies we’re going. The both of us - right? Totally surprising. But Katsuki’s actually into it. They tell us we’re making mugs because that’s a good beginner pot, but his hands are so big so his is more like a soup bowl. I KNOW, that’s the kinda of coffee mug you’d need! Anyway, it’s still huge by the end, but it looks good. Not at all lopsided or anything.

. . . oh god no mine was a mess! The instructor lady said the walls were all uneven and whatnot, but it coulda’ been a lovely pencil holder. Yeah, right. So anyways, we leave feeling pretty good. Katsuki has begrudging enjoyed himself and they’re supposed to call the both of us when they finish up in the kiln.

a few days past and we’re out at home. yeah the apartment - sitting on the couch and trying some new recipe for guac our friend Sero recommended. And we get the call. Except it’s not a “hey your mugs are ready to pick up thanks for taking our class. We hope to see you again” it’s “oh hey our condolences here’s a free voucher to take another class if you so desire” and you know why? It’s because our group exploded in the kiln. Which - yeah - is natural if there’s a huge air bubble.

Right, so I’m sitting on the couch with the voicemail they left us on the answering machine. Katsuki’s throwing a bunch of stuff together in a bowl in the kitchen still.

but the place doesn’t say that the pots in the kiln exploded it says that the kiln exploded. Right away. Like boom! anyway that grabs Katsuki’s attention and he utters the loudest “shit.” I may have ever heard him say in his sacred space. And he rushes into the bedroom to grab his wallet and checkbook . . . and I don’t know that’s what he’s grabbing. Im just like babe where are you going?

and he comes back out panting and says “dial them back” and I’m like why?? And Katsuki’s just sweatdrops and deadpans like babygirl I just broke their kiln.

Then it hits me . . . the nitroglycerin from his quirk sweat is all over that clay and once that thing got fired up . . . Fire. In. The. Hole. And so Katsuki paid to replace the damage cause neither of us were actually thinking about that part when we were there. So he combusted everyone’s things, but on the bright side I went back using my voucher and made a cute mug.

Oh, and Katsuki is gonna let me use his too. Honestly, probably for the best”

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and it’s later that evening when Katsuki’s massaging your knee that’s draped over his lap that he hears your impression of you mothers response to this story which was, understandably, “oh pumpkin, that’s hysterical! You’ve got to call your sister and tell her!”

#bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugou #bakugou fluff #pro hero katsuki #fanfic #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #i thought this was so cute and sooo funny #immediately had to write this idea up bc what a natural oversight #like can you imagine #bruh would be so upset he didn’t consider his quirk in the kiln #boom boom boy #bakugou katuski x reader

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