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that moment when your best friend who's a teacher tells you which fanfictions probably used chatgpt and you're like....( ; ■ ; )

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You Scratch My Back...finale

It was the day.

You were sitting at your desk. Ectoplasm was handing out the test sheets, the bane of your existence now put on your desk. You side-eyed Katsuki.

He didn't look up, but you saw his brow twitch slightly. You took a breath through your nose.

"Begin." Ectoplasm said, and pencils met paper.

You let out the breath you took in quietly, and clicked your mechanical pencil twice, the lead sliding out.

Trigonometry, your own personal villain-was about to meet its end by your pencil.

You began to look at the problems, and went to the ones you knew well. You showed your work, and then went back to the more challenging ones. Your palms began to sweat, and you swallowed.

The numbers began to confuse you, and you knew where this was heading.

No.

You set your pencil down, and wiped your sweaty palms on your skirt. You began to see a few classmates hand in their finished test. Bakugo was one of the first. As he went to his desk, he looked down at you for a fleeting moment.

But it was enough to convey something.

Something you could only decipher from these past few weeks.

*You got this.*

You picked up the pencil and thought back to what Katsuki had taught you.

You could do this.

Heart pounding and palms continued to sweat, you began to solve the problems.

As you handed your test on the podium with the others, you felt yourself almost go slack with relief.

For now, the beast was vanquished. All that was left was to wait.

You looked over at Katsuki, and gave him a small smile. 'Thank you.' You mouthed. He had been looking in your direction already, and made a small 'tch' noise as he looked away from you.

His cheeks were faintly pink.

"Alllllll right class! Good job with your English essays! I legit enjoyed them all!" Present Mic said, handing back the graded English assignments. You looked over at Katsuki, as his was handed to him. He looked down, and a flicker of suprise hit him. You turned fully, motioning to show you. He flipped up the corner discreetly.

100%.

You gave him the biggest smile. He rolled his eyes, and gave a smirk.

Your tutoring skills paid off.

"Think I'll get a passing grade on my trig?" You had asked after morning classes. He smirked.

"You better. I didn't do all this shit for nothing." He said, packing up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. You had followed him into the cafeteria, something that became a habit as of the past few weeks.

It became a habit. The two of you, being together.

And whereas your fellow classmates saw a shift, neither of you did.

Or maybe, both of you had been in denial.

A few days later, Ectoplasm announced he had graded the tests. Your fists tightened at their resting place on your lap. You turned your head towards Katsuki.

Time to see the fruits of his labor. Or rather, both his and your labors.

When you were handed your paper, you swallowed, flipping it around.

83%.

The highest grade you had ever had on any sort of number related test ever. You covered your mouth with your hand. You felt your eyes water.

Sure. It wasn't an amazing grade, to the average person. But you weren't average.

This was akin to getting the gold medal to you. You sharply turned your torso, facing his tesk. He looked at your unshed tears, and his eyes narrowed. He misunderstood.

You gave him the biggest grin you had, and didn't even care if others saw you or your grade as you showed him your test paper.

He blinked, stunned for a moment.

Oh, sure. The grade was passable and much higher than your regular percentages, that was good.

No, it was that smile.

That damned smile. Like you had won the friggin' lottery. Like you were just crowned number one pro hero of the whole damn world.

He gave a slight nod with a neutral expression, but you knew he was pleased.

What you didn't notice in your glee was his ears, or the way he suddenly gripped his own paper.

Somehow, as if by habit, you found yourself in the library on Saturday. You didn't understand it yourself, but you felt the desire to.

Apparently, so did he. As you reached for the handle, another person did as well.

"Uh..." both of you found yourselves facing eachother, each grabbing the handle of the library door. You both flinched away from the metal handle.

"What...uhm, what brings you here, Bakugo?" Smooth, (y/n). Real smooth. You mentally wanted to punch your own face in.

"Tch. Just....needed a breather from the nerd." Katsuki had said, looking away as he dug his hands into his pockets. You nodded.

"Deku?"

"Mm. Yeah. He wanted me to go over a few of his...quirk analysis things. Keeps wanting me to train with him, even though he..." he looked guilty for a second.

"Even though he's running on borrowed time with the Embers?" You asked.

Katsuki nodded, scratching the back of his head. He looked frustrated. "I...I get he wants to still stay strong. I won't back down from a spar but...feels weird. Him not using quirk. Me having to hold my own quirk back."

"Then don't." You said. He looked up at you, bewildered.

"The hell? I'd kill him if I did that!" He hissed. You shook your head.

"No, I mean like...don't hold everything back. He's still strong. Even without One For All. He can still hold his own. I'm not saying to blast him all to hell. But don't treat him like a delicate flower, because we all know he's not."

He was silent. "...Huh."

"What?"

"Big words, coming from you, gajin."

"And what happened to calling me (y/n)?" You smirked. He looked a little stunned. "Yeah, don't think I forgot about that."

He internally screamed. How did you remember such a tiny moment!? He looked flustered. You put a hand on your hip.

"W-well...what the hell are you doing here then??" He was quick to change the subject to you. You suddenly blushed.

"M-me? I was-"

"Miss me torturing you that much?" He snarked, his ego back and settled. You rolled your eyes.

"Puh-leese. If that was torture, than call me a masochist, cause I enjoyed our ti-" you stalled, and your eyes widened. You blushed furiously.

So did he.

"C-crap, wait. No, not like...I mean-"

"Fuck this." He suddenly said, cutting you off. He quickly grabbed your wrist, leading you outside, near the back of the building. He let go, only to gently push you back into the brick. You swallowed.

He stared down at you with piercing red eyes, caging you in with his arms. "How?" He said it more like a statement.

"H-how...what?" You squeaked out.

He sucked his teeth. "I mean...how the hell did you..." he groaned, running his hand through his hair. "Damn it. I can't-"

Whatever possessed you to yank his tie down, and capture his lips in yours was beyond you. But there you were.

Kissing Katsuki Bakugo.

And...he wasn't resisting. Actually, he was kissing back. Fiercely. Your brain felt like it was melting, tongues twirling and lips biting lips only to be nursed by a tongue in reply. Your hand slid down over his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping rapidly against your palm.

He let out a small groan, and you whimpered. Air. You both needed air. As you separated, a sting of saliva connected your lips to his for a brief moment. The sight nearly sent him spiraling. Your wet, kiss swollen lips. Heaving bosom. Your half lidded eyes.

He suddenly slammed his head into the brick wall. He was so *screwed*. You let out a yelp, the Makeout haze broken. "A-are you-"

"This wasn't part of my plan." He muttered against the cool brick. His hands still caged you in, and you could see his fingers flex. "I...I'm supposed to be working on being the number one hero. The best. Not....falling for some pretty foreign girl who gets her numbers twisted. Not....not someone who makes me..." he lifted his head from the brick, and you could see a red mark blooming. You frowned, touching his forehead. He didnt wince or flinch away. "...not someone who makes me think things I never thought of. Someone who...doesn't mince words. Someone who listens...You...damn you," he grabbed your hand, taking it away from his forehead and placed it over his heart roughly. "Look! Look what you do to me! This is your fault, (y/n). You feel it?? This heart. It shouldn't be pounding like this! It's only supposed to do that when I'm training or being the best! Not for you! And yet here you are. Doing just that." He let go of your hand, and it fell to your side. "...what the hell?" He asked, voice uncharacteristically soft. "...this was only meant to be me upping my grades, and you passing your damn test."

"...Maybe it was that." You finally spoke. "Maybe it started that way but...y'know...I felt it, too." You said, looking down. "I wasn't...expecting to fall for you." You said silently. "Maybe I always admired you and when we got to know eachother...it just happened?"

He clicked his tongue. "Love is stupid."

"Yeah. It is." You chuckled sympathetically. "But...I don't mind it."

He looked down at you. "...I...guess you could fit into my future. For now." Who was he kidding? He wanted to fight alongside you. He wanted to see where this would all lead.

"...You could still tutor me?" You said softly, smiling up at him innocently.

"Oh, that goes without question. You thought that grade impressed me?" He smirked down at you. "Nah. We're gonna get you to 100%. Even if it kills me. No girl of mine is gonna have issues with grades."

"Please don't die." You deadpanned. He smirked.

"C'mon, (y/n). We can make out after we do that trig homework." He ruffled your hair, walking to the other side to the entrance. an

You giggled, and rushed to walk alongside him.

"Then I guess I can teach you some more english, considering we'll be dating." You grinned up at him.

"Oh yeah? What makes you think I still need your help?" He smirked at you. You smiled.

"Because if you're gonna scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." You said, matter-of-factly. He barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, alright. Just tell me how to tell you 'I love you'. That's all I need to know." He said, his voice soft.

You reached for his hand, and he gently clasped it in yours.

"Ah. What are girlfriends for?" You chuckled.

Katsuki Bakugo wasn't supposed to fall for the idiot girl.

But he did.

And that, in of itself, was a mathematical miracle.

((Had to change some wording. Something I described lead to some confusion so I just changed it. Sorry about that!))

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progress on part two of Pro momma...

I have no regrets. working on more things and I never thought I'd be joking about baby bakugo shits but here we are...hehe. Explosive quirk baby? Explosive shits. I'm so sorry I'm dealing with a teething baby I am delirious. Also still working on the final part of You Scratch My Back. I haven't forgotten! Also, how do I insert a link?? I wanted to describe something and show you guys what I was envisioning but I can't link the picture right...hence the Google link.

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Sneaky Bird...pt. 1

((So, this is a little different but I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Yes, it's still a reader insert, but (y/n) will not be used until ...well, there's a reason for it. But don't worry, it's still you!))

"Keep runnin', idiots!!"

The rag-tag group ran through the forest with Katsuki Bakugo at the head. Midoriya, Ochaco, Iida and Todoroki ran right behind him, with yourself at the back. You looked back, panting as you saw the group of demons running after you all. "They're still tailing us!!" You cry out.

"Don't worry, Fox! Kirishima should be-" Midoriya was cut off by a roar, and a large red dragon passed over them. "There he is!"

"About damn time! Shitty scales! Wreck those demons!" Bakugo yelled and the great red dragon roared, swooping down. He landed behind your all, and let out a stream of fire. The smell of burning demon flesh hit your nose, and you almost took off your cloak and mask. As you all slowed to a stop in the clearing, you looked back. The demons had stopped coming after you all.

Katsuki panted, hands on his knees. Iida was in a similar state, and Midoriya and Ochaco flopped against eachother, leaning on eachothers backs as they slumped to the ground. Todoroki, ever the cool cucumber barely panted, the royal wiping his brow with his forearm.

You coughed a little, adjusting your fox mask.

Soon enough, Kirishima came out of the woods in his human form. He brushed the leaves from his hair. "Whoo! Hadn't had a work out like that in forever, huh guys?" He grinned.

Everyone groaned.

"If a certain *someone* hadn't gone off to investigate an obvious trap-" Bakugo had started to say, until you snapped at him.

"You shut your mouth right now." Your voice low-the mask magically imbued to disguise your voice. "I told you all at the beginning of this. None of you had to accompany me-"

"Don't say that, Fox! We saw you needed aid, and we can't leave people in need!" Iida said, adjusting his glasses. The others nodded, except the explosive blonde, who rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. I still think this guy's suspicious, and obviously a danger." Bakugo said jabbing a thumb in your direction. "We don't even know what this guy looks like! And what kind of name is 'fox' anyways??" He frowned, looking at you with distain. "You aren't slick." He hissed.

"B-bakugo..." Kirishima frowned as you stood there. They couldn't tell what you were feeling, your mask hiding it all.

"Then leave me to my devices. I'm on my own quest." You said, and turned, walking into the woods.

"W-wait-!" Midoriya went to go after you, until Todoroki put a hand on his shoulder.

"Leave him be. He won't go far." Todoroki said.

Ochaco clutched her staff, and frowned. "Someone should go after him. The forest is still dangerous."

No one moved, until Kirishima nudged Katsuki. He grunted.

"What?" The Barbarian prince hissed.

"You were the one to be a dick. Go apologize." Kirishima said.

"Haaah?! Like none of you were thinkin' the same?!" He shoved the dragon shifter's hand away. "I ain't doin' crap!"

"Kacchan...what if he gets attacked? Or worse..."

"Or dead!" Iida said dramatically.

"That...would be the worst, yes." Ochaco sweatdropped.

Katsuki huffed. The group looked at him expectantly.

You stopped at a stream, a little ways away. As you looked around to check for anyone, you found yourself alone. You sighed, determining the coast being clear. You took off your mask, and flipped your cloak hood off. Your braided hair tumbled out, and your obviously feminine features were revealed.

You were a princess on the run, trying to get away from an arranged marriage. You were trying to get to the next continent, but without the proper coin (you had sold all your jewels and fancy dress, and spent it on your supplies and your traveling outfit. The magical mask that disguised your voice cost the most.) you basically had to trek on foot. It didn't help your visage was plastered on posters across the land, advertising an extensive reward.

You could still remember it.

'5,000 GOLD FOR THE SAFE RETURN OF PRINCESS (Y/N, L/N) OF THE PHOENIX KINGDOM.'

The paper had your portrait on it, smiling politely. You remembered that portrait was the very same made for your marriage prospects. You hated sitting for it.

And now it was used for such a purpose. The irony wasn't lost on you.

You washed your face in the stream, and sighed again, letting the cool water refresh you.

"No fuckin' way." Your head shot up, and whipped around.

There he was. The one who didn't trust you the most.

The one who most likely hated your guts.

"You're the Phoenix princess?!" He hissed.

The jig was up.

And you had some explaining to do.

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Pro Hero, Pro Momma, No problem?

((TW: post partum issues, body self esteem issues, talk of breastfeeding, negative talk about self. Minors DNI.))

Katsumi was *adorable*. At 4 months, her carmine eyes had come in beautifully, and her full head of (h/c) hair, the same as yours swirled and spiked on her pretty little head.

She cooed as you fed her, for the 3rd time that night. Being an exclusively breast fed baby meant you were a milk machine 24-7.

Which also meant Katsuki was free to do his pro hero work at any time.

When he went back to work (a week. The workaholic went back on patrols a week after Katsumi was born. You were less than pleased.), you obviously had taken the brunt of...everything.

Sure, Mitsuki and Masaru visited and helped where they could- but you were the food source, the comfort, the *mother*. And at her age? Mom trumped everyone else.

However, the big day was about to happen. You were going to have a day to yourself, and Katsuki was going to take you out to dinner. Katsumi could take a bottle, thankfully-so she would be watched by Katsuki's parents.

You had taken a maternity leave from your pro hero work, so you hadn't really been outside (aside from Katsumi's doctor appointments) since her birth.

And it was nerve wracking. As you put her back in her bassinet, you couldn't help but worry.

What if you got engorged?

What if Katsumi was inconsolable?

What if she got sick?

What if she-

The door clicked open slowly. You sat up quickly, a hand hovering over Katsumi's sleeping form, ready to protect her.

"Relax. Its me." A familiar gruff voice said, unusually quiet. You let out a soft sigh.

"Katsuki. Geez." You sighed. He began to peel his costume off.

"I got about three hours of sleep I can get in before next patrols. So can you make sure the brat doesn't wake me up?" He asked, and you withheld your tongue.

As if you had gotten any consistent sleep the past months.

"Sure." You said quietly, settling back into bed. He ruffled your hair.

"Thanks. Night." He slipped in, and soon enough he was out.

You wanted to cry. Scream. Wring that stupid neck of his.

You took a breath. Maybe you shouldn't go out. Katsumi needed you here. Right?

No, you needed this. Everyone insisted.

So why did you feel so bad about it??

A few hours after Katsuki left for his agency, Mitsuki and Masaru came by to pick up Katsumi. As you adjusted her carseat once more, you began to explain things. You reached over, taking the bag you had packed that early morning.

"So here's three bottles and some frozen milk in case she wants more. Every three hours she gets like, about 5 ounces-so a full bottle, but she can eat more!" You said, handing Mitsuki her diaper bag, packed to bursting with everything you thought she might need. Mitsuki eyed the bag.

"This is....really heavy!" She chuckled, a bit suprised at the heft of it.

"Better overprepared than under!" You smiled. Masaru and Mitsuki looked at eachother.

"Right, well. We'll be off. Don't worry about a thing, (y/n)! She's gonna be just fine!" Mitsuki said, tapping the hood of their car.

Katsumi made a noise, and you flew to her side. "Oh, it's okay! You're gonna spend time with grandma and grandpop!!" You cooed, and Katsumi looked disgruntled. You frowned. "M-maybe...I can get her to calm down if I'm there-"

"(Y/n), relax!! You're running yourself ragged! Katsuki told us you barely even bathe! That's no good!" Mitsuki pushed her back to the door of her and Katsuki's apartment. "Just leave it to us! Katsumi's in great hands!"

"Okay. But my phone's on! And if I need to feed her instead of the bottle-"

Mitsuki closed the door. You stared at the door blankly, and heard the engine of their car roll away.

Well.

You stared down at the genkan, then shuffled a little. You gave a sniff in the air.

Oh. You smelled like milk, sweat and diaper cream.

Maybe...a bath couldn't hurt...

You hadn't really *looked* at yourself in the mirror for a hot minute. You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes looked tired, baggy and slightly red. Your skin had dry patches all over, and was.. that a pimple?? Your hair was dull and dry, but that wasn't the worst of it. You backed up, looking at your torso.

Oh god.

Where there was once a toned stomach, now was soft. Squishy. And...what were those lines?!

Stretchmarks!? Well. That made sense. And your boobs?? Once decent and perky, now like pancakes, nipples cracked slightly. Breastfeeding did a number on them, that was for sure.

What had happened to the sexy, pro hero (h/n)?? You barely recognized yourself. You felt like a pile of flesh, flabby and used up. You found yourself squatting down, flopping on the small shower stool. You felt the rolls squish and undulate as you sat down, and you felt worse. You quickly showered yourself off, avoiding looking at the mirror. You didn't even want to look at your...nether regions. It probably wasn't too good-looking either.

As you set yourself in the tub, you couldn't seem to enjoy it. You felt like a cow, probably smelled like one, and you were certainly producing milk like one.

No wonder Katsuki worked constantly.

"No, stop that." You said to yourself. Katsuki wouldn't be so vain. And he *cried* when Katsumi was born. There was no way he wasn't happy with his new little family.

You tried to think positively. As you got out of the bathtub, you dried yourself off quickly, going to the bedroom.

You had been wearing pj's and lounge clothes for months. You wondered if you could fit into your regular clothes now.

You stared at your jeans. "I'm sure I can fit into these..." one leg in, and the other followed.

Tight. You struggled with the button. Did....did your hips get wider?? You were careful during pregnancy with what you ate, and stayed active. And even though you still had to eat more calories due to breastfeeding, you hardly ate junk.

But here you were, barely fitting into your old clothes before the pregnancy. Once you squeezed yourself in, you grimaced.

Muffin top city. Population? You.

You immediately shucked off the offending material. You threw open your closet.

Soon, piles of your pre-pregnancy clothes were piled on the unmade bed. You had slid down the closet door, naked and feeling even worse than before. Nothing fit right. You didn't even want to think about how your hero costume would fit once you came back from maternity leave.

Would anyone even take you seriously?

You felt awful.

You swallowed back tears, and slowly got up. You went to your dresser, picking out a nursing bra and your maternity underwear. You felt like a leaky grandma, with the granny panties covering your pooch, and the bra wasn't exactly meant for a sexy lift, either. You slipped in some nursing pads, and grabbed some maternity pants and one of Katsuki's tshirts.

You threw your hair up in a messy bun, and went off to pump the milk now making your breasts feel tight.

Katsuki found you on the couch, snoring away. He kicked off his boots in the genkan, looking up at the clock. 5:39. "...Babe?" He looked down at you, leaning onto the back of the couch.

He sighed. He knew you needed the break. You probably hadn't slept right in months. He went to pull over a blanket over you, until he saw two dark spots on your chest.

Uh oh.

"...Oi, (y/n), wake up. Yer leakin'." He said, shaking your shoulder a little. Your eyes fluttered open, and he smirked. "Hey. You got a situation." He pointed to your chest. You looked down.

Crap.

You felt your boobs and sighed. You were full. Again. "Let me...go pump. I'll be back." You sighed, throwing off the now soiled shirt and bra, turning away to go to the bedroom.

Katsuki looked. He smiled softly at you.

There was the woman who he fell in love with. The woman who was the mother of his child, who he watched become something even more amazing than a hero. A mom. He remembered it like it was yesterday. You, giving birth to his child-sweat, tears and blood, shouting only once or twice in exhaustion. You had held onto his hand like a vice, he had never seen such determination from you. Not even when you did your pro hero work.

You were a goddess. You were amazing. You were *his*.

Not once did he see the flaws as flaws. Stretchmarks were like his scars from his high school years. Badges of honor. Your softer form felt warm and so *right*. And your boobs? Well...he had often gotten unusually jealous of their daughter once or twice, let's just leave it at that.

You felt his eyes staring at you. You turned. "What?"

"I love you."

The room went silent. Katsuki usually only said those words when something big was going on. Like their wedding. Or when she told him she was pregnant. Or when Katsumi was born. It wasn't because he didn't love you, no-far from it. He was a man of action and little words when it came to romance.

You found yourself crying. You crouched to the floor. He went to you, wrapping you up in his arms.

You found yourself word vomiting.

You found yourself admitting to him all your pains, your dark thoughts, your feelings of inadequacy and self loathing. He didn't shush you. He just rocked you back and forth as you cried.

You didn't think motherhood would be so lonely, so...sad. You didn't know if your old self would come back or not.

"What're you saying? Of course it won't." Katsuki suddenly said. You blinked away tears.

"H-huh?" You stuttered.

"I mean...You're always gonna be you. But...you also changed. You have to. People change all the time. You just....changed in a bigger way. You're a mom now. You can't stay the same. But..." he sighed. "Youre...You're beautiful. You keep getting more and more beautiful, and I..." he rubbed his forehead, his other arm still holding you to his chest. "...I feel like I'm falling in love with you all over again." He mumbled, ears turning red. You found yourself blushing. He swallowed. "Look, I'm shit at words-you know that. But where you see all that crappy stuff, I see a warrior. The woman I fell in love with all those years ago back in U.A . I see who you've become-and I still don't get how you can make me act like a lovesick idiot, even now. Dammit, woman!" He huffed. "You don't even know what you do to me, and here you are, thinking you're some sort of fat cow?! That's not just insulting to you. That's insulting to me." He suddenly narrowed his eyes. "How dare you insult my wife and my child's mother."

You trembled. Suddenly, you felt that hot, gooey feeling in the pit of your stomach. He scooped you up, and you squeaked. "K-katsuki! W-wait! I'm top less and I gotta pump-"

"Oh. Don't worry about that, babe." Katsuki smirked. "I'll take care of that...". You blushed. As he walked into the bedroom with you in his arms, you suddenly realized what he meant.

Oh dear.

((Okay. This is purely self-indulgent. As a mom with a now 15 month old, I really poured myself into this. What reader is experiencing I totally felt, and still felt. I actually cried a little when I got to the self depreciation scene. Because that was me. It's still me. Post partum is a bitch. Motherhood tested me so much, and still does. It probably won't make much sense to you till you actually go through it, but it's crazy. Ironically, I was breastfeeding my kid while I wrote half of this. So...maybe this is also a love letter to myself and to any mom's on here still trying to find themselves. Also, you can't tell me Katsuki wouldn't be crying silent tears while holding his kid, you just can't convince me otherwise. Should I do a part two?))

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Logan awoke that balmy summer night to the sounds of a hammer on iron, and the smelting furnace being turned on in the workshop adjacent to his and his wife's lovely home. He sat up, running a hand over his tired eyes.

"Peach, have mercy..." he mumbled, his sandrock drawl thick with sleep. "Not again..."

He threw the covers off his body, swinging his feet over the bed and onto the cool wood floor. He threw on some pants and some old boots, not even lacing them up as he scratched his stubble, walking down the stairs to the front door.

He walked outside, eyes roamed over to the larger shed, where he saw the lights on. "Dammit, woman..." he huffed, walking over.

He leaned on the doorframe, arms folded. There you were- his wife, Sandrock's best builder this side of the Eufala, 8 months pregnant and building a large steel frame for a commission.

At 2 am.

"Darlin'." He called out, rubbing his jaw. You didn't notice him as you welded the steel frame, soldering the metal together. The torch roared as you worked expertly. "...Darlin'!!" He called again.

You turned, looking ridiculous-your hair a birds nest, barely held back with a drafting pencil stuck in it, face covered in a welders mask. Your nightgown was now smudged with oil from one of the recycling machines, and on your feet were one of his boots, too big on you. Your arm length gloves looked too big on you as well, and it just made you look more ridiculous. "Uh?" You made a noise of acknowledgement, or rather, confusion.

"...What the hell're ya doing out here??" Logan deadpanned. You took off your welding mask, and you were smiling dumbly.

"Finishing this commission! I couldn't wait till morning once I remembered that I actually *did* have enough steel to-"

Logan interrupted you, "Darlin', honey, love of my life-it is two AM. You are 8 months pregnant and you are literally playing with fire!" He said, exasperated. You blinked.

"...I mean, I wouldn't consider this *playing*-"

"Not-not my point!" He huffed, "you need all the rest you can get! I thought we agreed you were gonna go on maternity leave for a spell, not...doing this!" He gestured to the large frame, studs still glowing hot from your welding.

You whined. "But it's so BORING! And baby woke me up anyways! So I snuck a commission in! And it's not that bad anyways, not a huge project at all-"

"That is a *huge* frame!! How are you gonna-" He let out an exasperated noise. "...Okay. Level with me here, master Builder. This. This is the *last* project. And when it's done, you are gonna have me and a few men get this outta here, and you are gonna sit that pretty behind down, and continue baking our baby. You get me?"

You pursed your lips. "...I mean, can we tweak our rules here-"

"No. Or I get Dr. Fang to babysit you."

"Damn!" You cussed, sucking your teeth. The doctor may look weak, but he also knew how to make you feel guilty for neglecting your health. (You wouldn't forget the time you passed out in the desert only to see his dissapointed face hovering over you the next day.) You hated making people disappointed. "Ffffiiiiinneee!" You whined dramatically, throwing your arms up in defeat.

"And you're coming inside, finish this tomorrow. You look a sight." He added.

"But I'm on a roll!!" You continued to pout, but didn't fight as he took your gloves off and welding mask off your head, setting then on your work table.

"Two. AM." He repeated. You groused, mocking him under your breath as he scooped you up-bridal style. He just chuckled as he walked out with you in his arms. You reached over him, shutting the light off, still pouting.

"You know I love you, my crazy builder?" He smirked down at you, using his hip to close the workshop door. You rolled your eyes, and smiled fondly.

"Yes, yes. And I love you too, my handsome yakboy." You sighed, leaning your head against his chest.

"Hey, now. That's daddy yakboy, to you." He teased back.

...

"...Actually, that was a bit weird to say, let's stick with the handsome yakboy thing." He said, rethinking it. You nodded.

"Yeah, lets." You deadpanned.

((I just imagine female builder being an absolute gremlin workaholic, even while heavily pregnant and Logan, being the best husband ever, just being like..."ma'am, I adore you but please, stop it." And builder is like, "lol no." ))

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I'm salivating. Iykyk.

HE IS BACK, HE IS BAAAAACK

MY LOVE, YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS

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You Scratch My Back...Pt. 3

If someone were to tell you that you would be eating outside a combini with Katsuki Bakugo past his bedtime (8:32pm exactly, the old codger;) , well...you'd laugh.

And yet, here you are. Sitting outside the store on a bench, munching on yakisoba bread and drinking strawberry milk, while he eats his spicy eel roll, another pocari sweat by his side.

Weirder still? He paid for your food as well. "I don't like being indebted." He simply said before you could pay for your food.

"Huh?"

"The snacks earlier. You got them, yeah?"

"Yeah, I did, but-"

He interrupted, "so quit yer bitchin'. S'not like this is an all the time thing anyways..."

You weren't about to look at gift horse in the mouth.

You silently ate with him, side by side. It was...nice. The crisp air, the streetlights flickered slightly when the wind blew. Musutafu may have had more villain activity than most places in Japan, but sometimes...

It was peaceful.

A yawn interrupted your thoughts, and you turned to see Katsuki's mouth close. He blinked and then looked over at you. "What?" He huffed. You smiled knowingly.

"Tired?" You asked. He rolled his eyes.

"Just because you extras like to screw with your sleep schedules doesn't mean I do." He finished the last bite of his roll, ans crumpled up the wrapper. "Hurry up. Curfew's less than an hour." He tossed his trash in the nearby bin, and soon enough you followed suit with your own.

"Ready?" He asked, sounding bored. You nodded.

You both walked side by side, and again-the quiet settled over the two of you neatly. A few crickets sang out, a distant honk or two from the city rang out every now and then. You looked up at the street lights, seeing a shadow or two flicker from moths dancing for the light.

It was nice. "This is nice." You voiced aloud.

"Uh?" He grunted.

"Oh, the....the ambience? I mean, it's not too hot or cold, things are relatively quiet..." You shrugged. "S'nice."

"Huh." He huffed. He looked bored. Or...at least, relaxed.

You wished to see that face more often. "Uhm, so...did you want to meet up to study again?" You found yourself asking, biting the inside of your cheek. "If not, I get it! I...can be a challenge to help, considering-"

"Yeah." He said simply.

Yeah? "Y-yeah?" You were suprised. From what you heard, Bakugo hated helping people study.

"Yes, gajin. We'll keep doing this. Studying, I mean. It's not like you're a total lost cause." He looked back at you, "you're trying. And that's what matters. Plus..." he smirked, "if I can teach you, a girl with a learning issue or whatever, that'd be an interesting thing to add to my list of accomplishments."

Oh. So you were a challenge.

"Uh...okay then?" Did he realize how...kinda hot that sounded? Maybe he did, because his pace suddenly picked up, and he walked in front of you.

"Keep up, idiot gajin!" He barked, and you rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaped you.

Not because of what he said, but rather how red the tips of his ears now were.

So it was. The two of you would meet every Tuesday and Saturday after classes, studying. It became a habit to bring snacks for the two of you, and sometimes he would even drop hints of what you should get him. Very subtle hints, but you got the memo. And of course, he'd pay for dinner at the combini.

It became a comfortable routine. His English was getting better, and you? You actually were understanding some things a little clearer. You realized rather quickly he was trying to get to your level. How you absorbed information visually, rather than written or spoken.

He would even test you-and he was getting better at his patience, surprisingly. And when you got something right?

"Good. Keep doing that." He would say, not exactly glowing praise, but this was Bakugo. And that was as good as gold.

"So, you're clearly enjoying this." Jiro said one day to you at lunch.

"Mm? Yeah, this Katsudon is gre-"

"Not the Katsudon, (l/n)." She chuckled, watching as your chopsticks paused.

"Uh...then what do you mean?" You were baffled. Lunch Rush made amazing food. What else could she mean?

"Tutoring sessions with Bakugo?" Mina grinned knowingly, sipping on some melon soda. "Y'can't tell me you just so happen to be extra giddy on Tuesdays and Saturdays because of some math and English problems."

You swallowed quickly, almost coughing. "H-hwah?" You wiped your mouth quickly. "Thats...what are you implying!?"

"My crushometer is never wrong! You're developing feelings, aren't you??" Mina burst out, grinning madly.

"Oh yeah, she is. Look, she's blushing." Jiro pointed out, looking smug.

You began to stir the contents of your Katsudon in your bowl, distracting yourself and looking down. "D-did anyone need extra ponzu sauce??" You suddenly got up. "I'm getting some ponzu sauce!!"

You didn't *think* you were...falling for him.

No, you were just...becoming friends. Good friends. The vibes were just...kinda intimate? Nah. You were deluding yourself.

But sometimes he would stare at you for longer than necessary. And sometimes it wouldn't be a normal, 'I'm annoyed by your very presence' look.

It was just...an observing look. Like he was trying to figure out what made you tick.

Maybe.

You sighed, grabbing the ponzu sauce at the condiment bar, only for another hand to grab it, brushing with your own.

Speak of the devil, and he shall come.

Katsuki looked over at you. "Oh." He said quietly, his eyes softened for a fraction of a second.

And just as quickly, went back to their sharpened state.

"Gimmie a sec." He doused his grilled fish with it, and then he handed it back to you, your fingers barely brushing against his. "There." He said gruffly, and stalked back off to his lunch table.

You looked at the sauce now in your hands, heart fluttering.

His ears were red again.

"What do you mean I put the comma in the wrong place??" Bakugo huffed as you marked where he translated a sentence wrong. You gave him a small smile.

"Its okay. You put a comma instead, when you should've put a semi-colon. Remember the independent clauses rule?" You said, taking his sentence and re-doing it. As you went to turn his notebook to a fresh page, you knicked your hand on the edge of the paper. You hissed, bringing your thumb to your mouth.

"Oi, what happened?" He cocked his eyebrow.

"Paper cut." You said, sucking on the side of your thumb, the taste of copper blooming on your tongue.

"Lemme see, you shouldn't use your mouth, shit's dirty." He grasped your wrist, startling you. A string of spit connected to your lip to your thumb for a hot second.

He stopped himself for a moment, looking at your lip, slightly shiny with spit.

His stomach did that stupid thing when you were around. Clenching and twisting. He looked down at your cut thumb, a small bead of your blood brought to the surface.

He could feel your pulse in your wrist. It was fast, like his.

"...Tch." he let go of your wrist quickly. He didn't like the thought he just had in his head.

He thought of sucking your thumb like you had to rid the blood.

Where and how that thought came into his head, he didn't know. He watched you wipe your thumb on your black thigh highs.

Why did you have to wipe it there??

Now he found himself looking at your thigh, and the small bit of skin peaking out from your skirt.

It looked smooth.

His heart lurched when you called his name. "What?" He suddenly snapped. You flinched.

Dammit.

"I was just asking if you were okay, you...were zoning out." You spared him the embarrassment of knowing where he was looking.

Or maybe it was your own embarrassment.

"Yeah, m'fine. Its getting late though. We have that test tomorrow in Trig." He suddenly got up, packing his things in his school bag. "You think you got the material down, (y/n)?" He slung his bag over his shoulder.

You nodded. "I think so! I promise, I won't let you down!" You pumped your fist, thankful for the change in the atmosphere.

He smirked. "You better. I ain't doing this for charity's sake." He looked up at the library clock on the wall. "Can't get dinner today, I promised Shitty Hair I'd hang with him."

"Oh, that's nice of you." You smiled as he scoffed.

"Yeah, whatever. See you tomorrow." He walked out, but stopped. "You uh...good walking to the dorms? It's dark out." He turned to you.

"Its a 5 minute walk-"

"I was just bein' polite!" He huffed, and whipped his head around, his ears red again. "Whatever, you're tough. You can take care of yourself!" He grumbled, storming out.

"...see you!" You called to his retreating form. His hand stopped, about to push the door open.

"Yeah. See you." He left.

And just like that, you realized something. He didn't call you gajin.

He didn't call you dumbass, or even your last name.

He said *your name.*

((This was gonna be the last part. But I wanted to cook. Now I am crispy and probably overdone. Hope you enjoy! I'll try to wrap it up next part!))

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Sorry I'm apparently a bridesmaid so I gotta cause chaos in the chat

I've been busy. But I'm working on that xreader shit it's in my drafts.

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March: I don't like you and you're threatening my place here as top dog.

Me: Oh I am gonna have fun with you...

March: Excuse??

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This game is so peak I love it.

gagged him

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Most people on here in fandoms: Oh god, I'm 23 I'm really too old-

Me: *the hagwitch that lives in a shack remembering fanfiction.net and quizilla and writing Lemon/Lime fanfics thinking I was so saucy* hello my fellow younglings is it time to skibbity the rizzler?

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Happy Nowruz!

Couldn't set a table this year cause our baby is active and grabby lol. So this is my in-laws table.

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There's P on the floor of my favorite ramen restaurant.

My husband shook his head.

Lawd help me.

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Whats In A (Nick) Name?

It seemed a little...unfair.

Everyone in class 1-A got a nickname from Katsuki Bakugo. Ears, Shitty Hair, Icy Hot, Dunceface, Raccoon Eyes, Ponytail, Four Eyes, Deku....the list went on.

Everyone, except you-that is.

You two got along well enough. He...tolerated your presence more than most. So...why did he never give you a fun little nickname?!

Sure, maybe in the long run that was a good thing. It wasn't like what he nicknamed people were nice. (Seriously, Soysauce face?? Poor Sero. And Round cheeks? Ochako deserved better!) So. You did what any sane person would do.

You gave *him* nicknames.

"Ratsuki!" "Bakubeans!" "Bomberboy!" "Kit Kat!" "Katsudon!" "Bakustayawhile!" (Admittedly, the last one was pretty lame, but you were running out of ideas.)

And each time Katsuki gave you his signature glare and would huff and puff.

Classic.

And yet...you *still* hadn't earned a coveted Katsuki branded Nickname! It was just...either 'you' or your last name.

How boring.

"Y/N, I really don't understand why you're so adamant on getting him to give you a nickname." Tsuyu said to you one day as you both ate lunch.

"Seriously, it's kinda not a good thing." Ochako waved her chopsticks dismissively.

You shook your head. "No, see, you don't get it. *Everyone* has a nickname! And yet it's like I don't even register in his brain! I feel left out! An outcast! A reject!!"

"Thats...a little extreme, don't you think?" Midoriya sweatdropped, and Tenya nodded.

"Really! You should be grateful he isn't making fun of you or your quirk!" The class president said, hands chopping in their usual way.

Nah. You weren't buying it. Something was up. "Mark my words. I *will* have a nickname by the end of this year."

The four of them looked at you. You clearly were a lost cause.

And so, you continued to harass the ash blonde grump.

"Hey, Katsup!" You called out to him in the common room, passing by. Apparently, Katsuki had had enough.

"DAMMIT WHAT IS WITH THE STUPID ASS NAMES!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He finally snapped, veins pulsing in his head and neck, palms sparking.

Bingo.

"Well. You give everyone else a nickname." You deadpanned.

"So!? What makes you think I want or need one!?" Katsuki grunted, fingers twitching at his sides.

"Because you haven't given me one!"

He was silent. Almost gobsmacked, really.

"...What?" He finally spoke. You sighed as if it were a hassle to talk about.

"You've given *everyone* in class a nickname. Everyone except me. What's the deal??" You put your hands on your hips. "Am I just unworthy of your blessing??"

"B-blessing!? Are you stupid??" Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No, just feeling left out-"

"You don't need one." He stated, cutting you off. You frowned.

"What?? Why not!?" You clenched your fists. "Aren't we friends!?"

"Thats not the poi-"

"Am I just some dumb forgettable extra?!"

"Will you shut u-"

"Just tell m-"

He suddenly came up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders. He gave you a look that could kill, and you swallowed.

"You want a nickname?" He asked, voice low. You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. "Fine. But you should know, I didn't give you one for a reason."

You blinked, and cocked your head. "...Why?"

He shook his head. "Because you're too good for a nickname. And if I gave you one..." he blushed, "I'd want it to mean something special. To mean..." he looked down, taking a slow breath through his nose. "...Dammit. I'd want it to mean you were mine."

Oh.

You felt your face heat up.

"...Yeah?" You squeaked out. He nodded.

"Yeah. So....if you want a nickname..." His eyes met yours, "y'gotta be mine, first."

You bit your lip, blushing. "...Okay. Then...I'll be yours."

He smirked. "Good choice...Sweetheart."

((I will get the last part of You Scratch My Back out soon. I just had this stuck in my head forever. I honestly was stuck on what he could call the reader, so if you dont like Sweetheart, you could easily replace it. I was thinking sunshine, but that's kinda specific, so...yeah.))

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appil

A tiny apple. It is an appil.

....I just made that up. Sorry, chat. M'tired. Baby is teething and I am the human teething ring.