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whenrainhitsmyskin · 1 year

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Gold Glitter Turns to ash

pairing: Bakugo Katsuki/Reader.

summary: In the dead of night your longtime friend Bakugo shows up at your front door. Body and heart battered and bruised, he knows you are the only remedy to ease his mind and soul.

4k+ words.

warnings: must be 18+ to read and interact, fem bodied reader, no pronouns used, mentions of blood and injuries, smut, manhandling, oral fem receiving, hand jobs, explicit sexual content, porn with plot, very vanilla, mention of death.

- canon verse, characters are aged up to mid-twenties.

a/n: First longer one shot, took a few days to finish it but here it is! I think this is a pretty good starting point and I’m looking forward to improving on my writing. This will probably be edited further at some point, don’t know when though. Enjoy !

There’s a bang at your door, you are startled at the sound of it considering you were asleep moments prior; you check your phone, it reads 2:27 am. You begin making your way from your bedroom to the front door of your apartment. The banging starts again. “Jeez ok I’m coming!”, you yell at whoever has interrupted your sleep.

As soon as you unlock the door and swing it open you see Bakugo. He’s in his hero costume which has burns seared throughout it and a nasty gash on his ribs. “Bakugo..” you whisper, taking in his disheveled appearance, “The hell happened to you?”

He isn’t looking you in the eyes, but rather spacing out somewhere on the floor, the only response you get is a shake of his head and a deep frown on his lips. “C’mere” you say, you lead him from the hallway with a hand on his back, you bring him to the bathroom that’s adjoined to your bedroom and guide him to sit on the countertop.

You take off his heavy gauntlets that are looking worse for wear, then take off his mask that was pushed to the top of his head. You jester to the shirt of his costume and ask, “Can I?”, with a slight lift of his arms you receive your answer and begin pulling his top off.

His honey smooth skin is revealed to your eyes. There are freckles on his shoulders that make him seem so much more human than he lets others see. So much more human than when you met him on the first day of school at UA eight years ago. He bleeds and feels and has freckles on his shoulders.

You take a closer look at the wound along his ribs, it’s a nasty gash but it doesn’t appear to be deep enough to the point that it would require stitches. You lower yourself to the vanity cabinet and pull out a box filled with what you need to get him patched up. You start with taking a cloth and running it under warm water. You gently press it to his side. You spare a glance to his face; he is seemingly looking at nothing and everything at once. His usual scowl is replaced with disgust and repulsion. You want to ask what happened, but at the same time you don’t want to pry at this moment.

You remove the cloth then dry the area and begin to soak a strip of gauze with saline solution to make sure the cut doesn’t get infected. You press it to his skin and you can feel him physically tense, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You say slowly, but at this point you can’t be sure what you are apologizing for, his current physical discomfort or all the things you do not know.

You then bandage up the wound. “Do you need anything else?” You ask him, his eyes finally meet yours and a beat passes, then two.

“I wanna stay.” He states- he means it as a plea-although it will never be that to your ears. To him it means so much more than to stay for the night, he wants to stay with you forever, but you are the only one who cannot see it.

“I might have some extra clothes for you to wear, just stay here and I’ll bring them in.” You go to your closet and pull out a t-shirt with your favorite band on it that Denki got for your birthday that’s about four sizes to big, and a pair of Kirishima's sweatpants that he left at your place in case he needed to sleep off the alcohol after one of your groups notorious game nights.

You let out a deep breath before making your way back to the bathroom. He’s still sitting where you left him. Staring at a crack in the tile floor of your bathroom.

“These will probably fit.” You place them on his lap and head out to the kitchen to give him the privacy to change and to get him some water and pain meds. As soon as you lay them all out you hear his footsteps coming towards you.

He’s looking at what you placed on the counter, “Take these.” You beg, but to his ears they are only a command. You know he hates when others try to take care of him, you're confused as to how you were able to do anything for him at all.

He takes the medicine and finishes the glass of water. “Do you need anything else?”, he only replies with a whisper that sounds sort of like your name, but your mind is filled with so much confusion and anxiety it’s hard to make it out.

You tilt your head as you look him in the eyes, a silent question for him to be more specific. “I’wanna go to bed.” Is all he give you, “Okay..” you reply.

You lead him back to your room and lift the covers for him, he gets under and adjusts accordingly to get comfortable. You begin making your way to the couch where you plan on spending your night but Bakugos voice cuts through, “Where are you going?”

“I’ll sleep on the couch, don’t worry.” You voice, “No don’t, stay here…please?” He asks. Your eyes widen, you had no idea the word please was even a part of his vocabulary. This must be a dream.

But he has freckles on his shoulders and he’s human. It’s only human to say please when you want something so desperately. So, you say, “okay.”

You round to the other side of the bed and try to put a safe amount of distance between the two of you so you don’t appear to be too eager to get in bed with the man you have been in love with for so many years. You roll on your side and you’re now face to face. You can hardly make out his figure through the darkness of the room.

“Do you…do you wanna talk about it?” You hold out an olive branch. He purses his lips as he has an internal war going through his mind. “I…” He takes a moment to collect his thoughts. He shuts his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. You can tell the exhaustion is getting to him. “I couldn’t save someone.”

Your eyes start to water, and he opens his eyes again, they are a reflection of yours. “I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand with his, you feel the rough calluses of his palm and they’re a little bit sweaty, but you don’t mind. He lets out a soft grunt in response.

Your eyes are feeling heavier, and your body so badly wants to fall victim to sleep but you don’t want to let go of his hand, you don't want to shorten this moment, you want it to last.

He says your name, it sounds so much nicer coming from his lips-which he purses- “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” you reply. You turn and face the wall and allow yourself to succumb to sleep.

You wake up to the sunrise peeking through the curtains and the chill from an open window, you suppose you must have forgotten to shut it before going to sleep last night. You sit up and notice Bakugo is gone. There’s not a singular trace to prove he has ever existed with you in this vicinity. That thought feels worse than it should.

You stand up and open the curtain to the window and lean on the sill. It’s a Wednesday, your one day off from your hero duties for the week. From your perch up here, you see a group of kids probably going to the school a few blocks down from you and a couple of men dressed in business casual clothing heading towards the train station for their regular commute to work.

You don’t know how long you’ve been staring at what’s below you but the sound of running water coming from your bathroom halts it all to a stop. The tap shuts off and out comes Bakugo, still dressed in the clothing you gave him early this morning, the same clothing he slept with in your bed last night.

It’s a staring game. Neither are moving or talking, just watching carefully, seeing who will play the next move. It’s Bakugo, “Move over tremors.” Hearing the nickname he coined you from your school days never fails to bring back a wave of nostalgia across your mind.

You think about your shared days at UA that you will be forever grateful for, thankful that your trauma from the attacks on your class is shared with others even though it goes unspoken.

You shift over enough for him to slot his way by the window next to you. The space isn’t wide enough, and his broad shoulder brushes your own as he leans over next to you.

Moments of serenity pass by, before either of you speak up again. “Thank you..” he breaks the silence with a whisper. “For what?” You ask, your heart and mind want to pinpoint exactly what he means. “For taking care of me, for being with me.”

In your peripherals you can tell he is staring at you; you blame gravity for pulling your own eyes towards him. He’s looking you down and up and you would kill to know what’s going through his mind, “What are you thinking?”

“You’re too good.” He says, you swear last night you only did the bare minimum. Who wouldn’t help one of their friends (unrequited lover) in a time of great need?

“In what ways?” You ask him. “For me.” He says and with that he looks away and back onto the street. You stand up straight and turn your whole body towards him. “Bakugo.” A dare.

His body language follows yours and you both are now face to face completely. You study his facial expressions. You’ve gotten quite good at it throughout the years, but it’s safe to say you usually never get this close. His expression is a mixture of resentment and disappointment. You want it to go away, you want him at peace.

He cups both of your cheeks. The plush of your flesh grounds him. Your hand reaches for the bottom of his borrowed shirt.

He leans in and kisses you. It’s less of a kiss and more of pressing his lips lightly to yours, testing the unknown between the both of you. You’re afraid you might die of shock and the evidence of that must be plastered on your face because he says, “I’m sorry…” an unnecessary apology from his end, he lets out a deep sigh and begins pulling his hands away, “I should have asked I’m sorry.”

You pull on his shirt with one hand, hold the back of his neck with the other and move slightly on the fronts of your feet to make up for your difference in height and kiss him this time. It’s short and sweet and this time his face has a look of surprise, “Don’t apologize for something I’ve been wanting for years.”

The truth from both of you comes out. This time you kiss each other. It’s not one sided like the others before, now that there’s an understanding that you are both okay and that what is unfolding right now is also okay. Both of your hearts are swelling in your chests, and you swear you haven’t felt this much serotonin since you were a kid.

You guide him backwards and he sits on the bed up against the headboard. You straddle his lap and move up to make yourself comfortable and that’s when you discover the semi he was probably not expecting you to figure out so quickly. He pulls away breathless.

“Shit, shit I didn’t-didn’t mean too,” his face contorts “M’sorry.”

“Bakugo stop apologizing it’s okay, I’m okay, we are okay.” Your fingers play with his hair at the base of his skull in an attempt to soothe his nerves. “Katsuki.” He says, you give him a confused look, “I’wan you to call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you let out, he nods, you smile, “Call me y/n.”

He says your name and it’s the sweetest sound that your ears have ever heard. The softest melody even though his voice is deep and rough but that’s just a few of the many things that have drawn you to him.

You press forward and your lips are on his again. His hands are a heavy weight on your waist, someone’s touch has never made you feel so treasured and safe until this moment. Your weight shifts back again, and you make an experimental roll of your hips on his hard-on.

He gives your waist a little squeeze and that’s your cue to do it again and repeat. The light pressure on your clit feels good and you continue, his hips buck up and he lets out a soft moan onto your lips, your bodies now move in unison.

It’s getting too hot so you stop your movements and pull away. You take off your top and reveal your bareness to his ogling eyes. They burn your skin as he traces your figure with them. “You’re so pretty, y/n”

“So are you, Katsuki.” He leans forward and takes off his top as well. The freckles are still on his shoulders, where they have always existed. Your hands move across the plains of his abdomen and chest. All made of thick hard muscle, they move to his arms, you can tell he spends a lot of time on them, so he can use the full extent and power of his quirk without receiving too much damage. He just watches you enjoy yourself, his happiness comes in the form of your own.

“You can touch me too, Suki.” The little nickname pulls at his heart strings “I want you too.” And with that his hands make their way up the curve of your waist and your ribs, he gives you a little peck to your cheek and another to your lips and his hands finally reach your breasts. His touch is fanning the little flames of arousal that you have had for him since high school. You didn’t think it was possible to be more attracted to him than you were back then.

He cups the undersides and feels the plushness of them. “You’re so soft.” You kiss him again, you’re both feeling each other and getting quiet pleasures as your hips continue their ministrations.

He suddenly flips you on your back without ever breaking the dance of your lips moving across each other, he bites on your bottom lip and grinds down into you and you let out a little moan. You pull away red and embarrassed, how are you this worked up over a little kissing?

“That was cute.” He says with a smirk. “Yeah?” You asked, a genuine question made if your insecurities. “I’wanna see how many more of those I can get outta ya.”

He starts an assault of kisses, licks and nips down the span of your neck and continues down to your collarbones, chest and when he finally reaches your breasts, he tests the waters by licking your left nipple and toying with your right with his fingers.

You let out a series of breathless whines and whimpers as he continues to suck and nibble your breast. He switches and continues the other, working you up until you can hardly take it anymore, he finally relents.

He kisses down your sternum, stomach until he reaches the waistline of your shorts, “Can I take these off?” You give him a little nod and in return he raises a demanding brow, “Use your words y/n. I need…I don’t wanna overstep anything. I need you to tell me what’s okay and what’s not..alright?”

“Yeah, yeah you can take them off.” You say with a smile. He pulls your sleep shorts over your hips, the tops of your thighs and now they are completely off. He’s practically salivating at the sight of you.

Your hair is messed up and sprawled out on the pillow behind your head, pupils wide, lips bruised by his own and now there’s only one article of clothing standing in the way of seeing you in your entirety. The thought of that alone makes him impossibly harder.

He begins kissing the inside of your thighs, he sucks a spot that starts to feel tender and then kisses the waistline of your panties, “Wanna taste you.”

Your eyes widen and you can feel your heart rate pick up slightly, “Oh.” Is all you manage to respond with. Now it’s his turn to freak out, “Shit shit shit I’m sorry, I thought, thought you’ve done this before.”

“Oh, oh my god yeah I-I have it’s just…” you pause. He asks, “Just what..?”

“Nobody’s ever gone down on me before.” You hide your reddened face with your hands “Sorry, didn’t mean to kill the mood.” You let out a sigh of frustration.

“No no none of that, hey.” He pulls your hands away from your face and looks you in the eyes as he says, “Those other guys don’t know what their doin, but I do, if you’ll let me.” You take a moment to think over his words.

“Yeah, yeah ok.” He looks at your face searching for any signs of doubt and determines there isn’t any there.

He kisses your lips, slowly and sensually. He moves to your neck and collarbones leaving little love bites in their wake, between the valley of your breasts and continues down your stomach until he reaches the mound in between your legs.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, looking you in the eyes, “Yeah you can.” He grabs at the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs and tosses them into the pile where the rest of your clothing lies.

He’s scared his heart is going to give out from how fast it’s beating cause my god are you a sight to behold. He never imagined he would get so lucky, here with you in this moment that he will forever treasure close to his heart.

“Does everything about you have to be perfect?” He says with exasperation, with his thumb he starts to make light circles on your clit and kisses the inside of your thigh.

For now it’s enough to hold over the aching between your legs as you let out breathy whimpers. That is until he replaces his thumb with his tongue, the foreign sensation causing you to let you a high pitch moan.

“Fuck Katsuik, feels so good.” Your hips are attempting to buck up to find more friction, but his heavy hand is holding you down. He experimentally licks down into your pussy, and he pushes his tongue through. The act has you seeing stars in your eyes and then his two fingers replace his tongue, and it turns into constellations.

“God you're so wet for me princess.” His fingers continue pumping in and out of you and his tongue begins drawing circles on your clit. Your moans never cease to an end as the coil in your lower abdomen threatens to snap. “C’mon I know you wanna cum I can feel it.”

He continues talking through your pleasure causing your orgasm to finally break through. It has your thighs trembling around his head and hips stuttering. He slows down and finally pulls away, “There you go baby, such a good girl.”

He sucks his fingers clean of your essence and you swear you have never seen something so erotic in your entire life. You’re gaping at him in awe and he thinks its the cutest fucking expression he has ever seen on your face.

You pull him down to kiss you, you can taste yourself on his lips and it makes the moment so much hotter. You know you want him in his entirety right now. You pull away, “Katsuki, I want you.”

“You got me princess, I'm right here.” He gives you a sweet peck to your lips, “Yeah I just, fuck I want you inside me so bad, fuck me Katsuki, need you.”

“Fuck, really?” He can’t believe you want him how he wants you. In all the years he has been pining after you with no progress. “Yeah.” You say sweetly. There’s a confession at the tip of his tongue but he’s unable to let it spill out as the self doubt creeps in. What if you don’t reciprocate his love for you and you are only attracted to him physically?

Although he doubts himself, he will still take whatever you give, he will have you in whatever way you want him to. He would rather have a piece of you than lose you entirely.

“You have condoms?” He asks, you shake your head and his stomach drops, “It’s okay though, I’m on the pill, if that's okay with you of course?”

Relief washes over him, “Yeah, yeah that's good.” He gets up off the bed and strips off his sweatpants and briefs in one go, as you sit up and lean back on your hands. It's like a little show as you ogle at him, knowing what's about to come next.

He joins you on the bed and man handles you to straddle his thighs, “Want you to set the pace.”

He sees you look down at his dick as your eyes widen in surprise. You take it in your hand and give it a few languid pumps. It’s long and veiny and thick towards the tip which is leaking out onto your hand.

“Fuck…” He moans as he squeezes his eyes shut. You stop your movements, and he replaces your hand with his as you hover over him.

He feels for your entrance and slightly pushes in and with that you lower yourself down. You both curse in unison. It’s a wide stretch, but not too much to where it’s painful.

You start moving your hips up and down and after a few moments it starts to feel pleasurable. The room is filled with soft moans and the light slapping of skin upon skin. One of Bakugos hands leaves your hip in favor of giving your ass a loving squeeze.

“Fuck that’s it princess.” He smirks, “Doin so well for me, fuck you look so good.”

“Katsuki you feel-oh fuck-so good, so so good!” You cry out, you can feel yourself reaching the edge of your orgasm, but he flips you around and hikes one of your legs up onto his shoulders. He keeps the pace that you set in the previous position, working for you to cum before he does, you only deserve the best.

“Fuck you’re so pretty y/n, God look at you.” The praise leaves his mouth and before you can return it back, he kisses you again. It's a mix of tongue and clashing of teeth. Bakugo feels his orgasm catching up to him, so he reaches one hand down and begins drawing circles on your clit. You pull away from his kiss.

“Katsuki, fuck Im gonna cum.” You moan, “C’mon baby, you can do it just cum f’me.”

The sound of his voice pushes you over. You see a flash of white, your thighs are shaking around him and your breath hitches, your orgasm brings him to his own.

Everything slows down, it feels as though the world has halted its turn on its axis, just for the two of you. You bask in the glow of his post orgasmic face, at peace and looking at you with admiration. He kisses your lips softly and slowly, he pulls away and says your name.

“Yeah?” You ask and give him a peck, “I'm in love with you, and fuck I have been for so long now.” He visibly winces, scared that his feelings for you are not returned. Scared that you just wanted him for today and nothing more.

“Katsuki, I’m in love with you.” You smile up at him and see a proud smug ass face plastered onto him.

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somestierfanfics · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Minor Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), rated t for bakugou's potty mouth, Bakugou Katsuki Redemption, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, season 4 spoilers through the overhaul arc, Alternate Universe - Mineta Minoru Doesn't Exist, that one's not actually important but I want to make it clear Series: Part 2 of every sign of love

Summary:

It’s not that he thinks he’s too good for soulmates. He is too good for soulmates. Whatever force in the universe that decided these things thought him and a weakling like Deku were soulmates. And how ridiculous is that? Bakugou doesn’t need soulmates or their stupid marks. He’s just fine on his own. (Or: Bakugou learns how to build bridges, not burn them, with a few minor inconveniences along the way.)

#my hero academia #fanficiton #a03 link #soul-mate marks #two shot #mha fanfic recs #bakugo redemption #ngl all i remember abt this one is that it's good #it's been like a year for this one #hurt/comfort #bakugo katsuki is bad at feelings

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azzo0 · 18 days

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Katsuki misses when his daughter was younger, and he could fix her boo-boos with a bandage and a kiss. He could carry her in his arms, clean the scrapes she received while playing at the playground, smack on a cute Hello Kitty bandage, kiss it and get her to giggle. But now that she was older, she did not have scratches and scrapes to worry about. Her boo-boos came in other forms- Boys and heartbreaks, to be specific.

He'd just come home from work to find his daughter cuddled into you, the teenager bawling her eyes out because some stupid guy she was seeing dumped her for no apparent reason. His heart shattered, watching her wipe her eyes with hiccups leaving her chest. He didn't enter the room. He just stood there, and his daughter caught his eye, quickly looking away and burying her head in her mother's hair.

You shot him a pointed look, reminding him not to say something that would make her cry even more. Bakugo's fists clenched on his sides, crimson eyes bubbling with anger. His daughter peeked at him, wondering if he was mad at her. Her heart sank when he turned around and left.

"Now Papa's mad at me too," She sniffled.

"No, he's not," You stroke her hair, trying to calm her down. "Just give him some time, alright?"

"Mhm..." She lets you comfort her some more before you leave.

She buried herself under the blanket and scrolled through her socials, blocking that dumb ex of hers from everywhere. Maybe Papa did know best after all. Maybe she should've listened when her father said the guy didn't give him good vibes. She sighed and pushed the phone under her pillow, trying to go to sleep to escape all the tears.

Just as she started to drift off, she heard the door open a creak and poked her head out of the blanket to see her father standing in the doorway with a plastic bag in hand, still in full hero gear.

"Can I come inside?" He asked. She sat up and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, nodding.

Katsuki shuffled to her bed and cleared his throat, taking out all his daughter's favourite snacks from the plastic bag, "Erm- thought you'd like some... saw your favourite chocolate, so I bought that too. There's some of that crappy ramen you like. It's shit, but I'll allow it for now."

His daughter can't help but smile at him. So that's why he left without a word. To get her snacks and try to cheer her up. Or so she thinks, "Thank you, papa."

"'S nothin'" He stared at her awkwardly, not sure what to do next. He knew just snacks wouldn't fix a broken heart. He opened his arms for her, and she shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Bakugo can't remember the last time he held her like this. It's been a while. This reminded him that no matter how old she was, he'd always be able to hold her like his little girl. He kissed her forehead and wiped tears from her eyes.

"Don't waste yer tears, squirt," He said, "That asshole ain't worth yer pretty tears. Now open the snacks. I wanna try some."

Bakugo grins when she breaks into a goofy smile and opens a packet of spicy chips. He doesn't really eat this stuff, especially before dinner, but he'll make an exception for his little girl. He takes a chip and pops it into his mouth, glad she is smiling now. He held back a smirk when he thought of how she'd be rolling on the floor laughing when she saw her ex come to school with a bandage on his nose and a bruise on his cheek.

Sure, he did not know how to fix her boo-boos anymore, but he sure did know how to beat the shit out of people who gave her the boo-boos. Even if it was a teenage boy far younger than him.

#after katsuki smacked that dude's face he threatened him not to tell ANYONE how he received that injury #and the kid listens cz he doesn't want a broken arm #does Katsuki feel bad he hit a kid his daughters age?#nopes!#proud of it in fact #when his daughter goes to school next day she just knows what happened #and her ex isn't even looking at her cz he's scared dynamight will send him to an early grave if he breathes around his daughter too hard #i'll stop rambling now #dad!bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bakugo #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader

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scarlettcryptid · 2 months

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someone's probably already pointed this out already, but shigaraki said the same thing that bakugo said to deku before he was taken by the league:

ch. 82 bakugo: 来んな

ch. 416 shigaraki: 来るなあ

(don't come/stay back/stay away)

#bnha 416 #bnha #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bakugou katsuki #shigaraki tomura #midoriya izuku #bkg's says 'n' in it and shiggy's got 'ru' and i'd love to know the difference? kyosuke wake up i got a jpn questionnnnnn #shigaraki yelled his so the 'na' is 'naa' -- あ is 'a'. i like that his hand is over the bubble feels like im watching spy kids in 3d #hori wants them to be besties sooooo bad and i agree give tenko a buddy :))#the shiggy pic is from pikahlua on tumblr dot com!!!!!!#they do leak posts. i read their post a couple hours after the tcbscans translation #and that's when i noticed this similarity #when i first read it i was just thinking about how shiggy being tsundere #shiggy play mario kart w deku n bakugo that'd be funny as fuck #scarlett.txt #edited 912pm cuz awkward wording and it still looks annoying. wjat is english??#note to self i used mangareader dot to for the jpn scan. very handy

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stellamancer · 1 year

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shopping trip (implied bakugou katsuki x reader)

notes: tooting my little horn! first fic of the year! it’s for an exchange we did in the teahouse server for a wonderful person nyall may know as @willowser. i was super excited to get willow... so excited that i rewrote the piece like 4 times in hopes of achieving perfection... i don’t think i hit it but i think this ineration is pretty okay!! i apologize that this is very, very late, but i hope you like it willow!

“This is so freakin’ dumb.”

Katsuki gripes loudly beside you, vocalizing his annoyance, but you seem completely and utterly unfazed by it. By this point you’re probably used to it, just like the other extras.

“The exchange?” you ask, clarifying as the two of you enter the department store. “Honestly, I think it sounds kind of fun, or at least Casper made it seem like it would be.”

Katsuki snorts derisively. Casper. Right. That’s the name of the damn extra that’s responsible for all this. He’s some two-bit Pro-Hero that’s in Japan on exchange from America who wouldn’t shut up about all the ridiculous Christmas traditions people in the States have and some other brilliant idiot thought it’d be a great idea to adopt one of them. Personally, Katsuki thought it would have been a better idea to blast both shitheads straight into the new year rather than participate in some dumb gift exchange but he was, unfortunately, overruled.

“It sounds like a waste of fricking time,” Katsuki retorts. He’s always hated shopping. It reminds him of when he was a kid, forced to accompany his mother on outings that would last hours and hours as she sifted, searched and socialized her way through stores whilst little Katsuki trudged after her, bored out of his frickin’ mind. Now, as an adult, Katsuki does most of his shopping online. In fact, he can’t remember the last time he stepped into a store for something other than groceries.

You cast a sidelong glance in his direction, your expression still neutral. “You didn’t need to come along with me, you know.”

“You’re the one who begged me to come!” Katsuki says with a scowl, thinking about earlier how you’d crawled up to him once work was all done for the day, your eyes wide like a pathetic little puppy. How the hell was he supposed to refuse when you came to him looking like that ?

“And, for that, I thank you,” you say dramatically. Katsuki grumbles, but doesn’t say anything further, so you continue, approaching a display as you ask, “So who did you get?”

The frown on Katsuki’s face deepens and he doesn’t answer.

You glance back toward him, confusion clear across your features. “Bakugou?”

“...’m not telling,” he mutters, almost sounding like an indignant child. “Ain’t it supposed to be a secret?”

“Probably to the person you’re shopping for,” you answer nonchalantly, moving to another display table. “But I think it’s probably fine if it’s someone else— in case you need help.”

Sounds reasonable enough, but still, Katsuki doesn’t say anything.

You turn fully toward him and shoot him a cheeky grin. “It wouldn’t happen to be me, would it?”

That earns you one of Katsuki’s patented glares, but you just laugh it off.

“Alright then, Mr. Sourpuss, keep your secrets,” you say. “I just wanted to help you out if I could, but since you won’t tell me, guess you will just have to suffer.”

Katsuki scoffs, pretending that you didn’t hit the nail on the head right there. Truth is, he’s at a complete loss at what to buy you and the whole reason why he’s here is to see if he can get an idea of what you might want.

Not that he’ll tell you that.

“Well, for your information, I got Kirishima,” you say almost haughtily.

“Good for you.” Katsuki’s voice is almost mocking, and you seem to notice, if the look you shoot in his direction is any indication. “Shouldn’t be that hard. Don’t know why you begged me to tag along.”

You circle around a display of shawls and scarves. “You guys are practically best friends, right? Figured it’d be good to get a second opinion on a gift.” You reach down and grab a deep red scarf. “What about one of these? It’s been pretty cold lately.”

Katsuki stares at the scarf. You’re right— it has been pretty cold lately. A scarf would be a pretty good idea, but you just bought one last month. He hums thoughtfully and your eyes light up as you take the sound to mean some kind of approval.

“I could knit one too… It’s been a few years, but I’m pretty good at it. I think it might be nicer than just buying one…”

At the suggestion, Katsuki’s chest starts to feel uncomfortably tight. Buying a scarf for Broomhead wouldn’t be the worst idea, but making one for him? “No.”

You blink, confused. “No? I shouldn’t make him a scarf?”

Katsuki rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “No, idiot. If he opens that handmade scarf in front of everyone, what do you think all those fuckin’ extras are gonna think?”

You stare, blankly, and Katsuki swears that he can see the gears turning in your head. After a minute, your eyes go wide as you finally realize. “....but isn’t that just some shoujo manga trope?”

Katsuki shrugs. “Maybe, but you ever see someone give a handknit scarf to someone as Christmas gift?”

“....yes,” you answer, almost sounding shameful.

“And?”

“....they were dating.”

“...you interested in Shit Hair like that?”

You shake your head and Katsuki feels an odd sense of relief that he doesn’t voice. Not that he cares who you’re interested in. Even if neither you nor Broomhead are interested in one another, some dumbass is going to spread rumors around the agency and that’s the last thing anyone needs. “...maybe not a scarf then.”

You keep shopping, drifting from one display table to the next, but you don’t seem to find something you deem worthy. Katsuki, who has been secretly noting the things you stop to look at, is still at a loss himself. It doesn’t help that on your little slip you’d written that you’d be fine with anything. If Katsuki had to bet, he figured you wrote that to make it easier on whoever drew your name, but all it’s really done is just make things harder.

Honestly speaking, when he drew your name, Katsuki actually thought it’d be easy, you’re his secretary, after all, and he likes to think that he has a good handle on the things you like. The only problem is that…

“Oh… gloves…” you mumble quietly and Katsuki sees you holding a pair of gloves that are obviously not for Broomhead.

“Oi!” Katsuki hisses and you jump a little and turn toward him with an sheepish smile, but Katsuki continues to frown at you. “I thought you were shopping for the stupid exchange, not yourself.”

Your lips pucker in a pout and Katsuki’s eye twitches. “I am… I just… need gloves....”

This here is a prime example of the problem Katsuki has been having: anytime you need something or even want something you go up and buy it yourself. Normally, it isn’t that big of an issue, but it makes it that much harder for someone to buy you shit.

“What if yer damn Secret Santa or whatever buys you gloves, huh?” Katsuki demands, but you continue to pout, clutching at the gloves like a lifeline. He continues to glower at you,a silent threat, and slowly, finally, you yield and put the gloves down. Once free of your grip, Katsuki commits what they look like to memory. He’s probably not going to buy them for you, but if he can’t find anything better then it’s a better option than nothing.

Katsuki’s decided that whatever he gets you has to be perfect. Some of the annoying ass meddlers who harassed their way into finding out who Katsuki has have made suggestions; shit like nice file cases, fancy pens and portable chargers. And while Katsuki can admit that everyone’s pitched something that you’d definitely use, he's not giving you some lame ass, generic gift: it has to be perfect.

“What about this?”

Katsuki snaps back to attention at the sound of your voice and finds you holding up what he’d consider one of the stupidest looking shirts he’s ever seen. The front has cartoonish lines across it, drawn to look like an excessively chiseled and muscular chest. Frankly, the damn thing looks like it belongs in some cheap souvenir shop rather than in a fancy department store like the one you’re shopping in now.

You peek out over the top, the stupidest grin on your face. “Doesn’t it scream ‘manly?’ I think he’d like this, don’t you?”

It looks garish as fuck, but unfortunately, Katsuki has to agree that it probably would speak to Shit Hair’s fashion sense. Reluctant, he nods and you cheer, having found the gift you were looking for.

“Now you’ve found your gift, let’s go.”

You stare at Katsuki in confusion. “Go? But don’t you still have to get something? I can help, you know, even if you won’t tell me who it’s for.”

Katsuki gives you a pointed look. “Thought you were gonna let me suffer.”

Your eyes grow wide and Katsuki snorts. Looks like you forgot you said that. You look flustered as you try to backtrack a bit. “W-Well, you’re not the type to put stuff off so I figured we could still try and find something. I’ve still got time, unless you have plans."

He doesn’t say anything. You don’t know it, but when you begged to go shopping earlier he made sure to clear the night of any plans he had.

“...we can keep shopping for your gift for a little and…” you trail off, looking a bit conflicted, but then after a moment you pick up the sentence where you left it. “...and if you want we can maybe go get dinner? My treat.”

Your words are a bit slurred together as if you forced them from your mouth. Katsuki stares at you blankly, absorbing what you’ve just said.

You stare at him, wide eyed as you wait for an answer. Katsuki’s not too keen on shopping more, because the longer you shop together the more likely you’ll find out that he’s your Secret Santa. But he doesn’t mind the thought of staying out with you a little longer.

Finally, after what feels like forever, Katsuki sighs in resignation, “Fine, but we’re not eating at some shitty fast food joint, ya got that?”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugo x you #nikuniku fics #i feel bad that this is a lot shorter than i would have liked....#the other versions had more words and more build up i think but #it felt a little aimless #i feel rusty aaaaaa #who is bkg???#i don't know if i wrote him well #aaaaaaaaaaaaaa #feeling extra rusty omg

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melsuki · 2 years

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tw. alcohol. swearing

your head felt fuzzy and your vision was slightly blurry at the edges. your words slurred as you asked a face you've already forgotten where bakugo was. wordlessly (or did they say something? you couldn’t hear over the music.) they pointed towards the back of the room where bakugo stood slouched over, a hand shoved into his pocket another nursing a cup of something and his usual scowl etched onto his face as he looked on the crush of people laughing and dancing.

at the sight of the explosive boy, a large dopey grin spreads onto your lips and you yell out his name, making your way over to him, grasping at couches and people to help keep your balance. his flaming ruby eyes zeroed onto you as you stumbled over to him with your hands outstretched. you crave to hold him, to touch him, to feel him beneath your aching fingertips, and tonight you’ve finally crumbled to the roaring need.

“y/n? are you drunk?” he scoffed and reached out to hold you, the glitter of worry in his beautiful beautiful eyes (why does he get to have such pretty eyes?) contrasting his snarky tone.

“i need a hug.” you merely said, ignoring his hands and instead throwing your arms around his neck, fastening yourself onto him like glue.

you could feel him tense and freeze up underneath you, but you were too caught up in the euphoria to realise. too caught up in the sheer wonder and amazement of his warmth and his smell and the feel of him against your flushed skin and oh god you’re hugging bakugo katsuki.

your drowsy eyes flashed open and you started pushing away. but before you could even lift your head, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you somehow even closer than before. “If you need a hug, i’ll give you a hug ok dumbass? just ask next time.” he gruffed, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

your mouth gaped open for a moment, but your alcohol-addled mind removed any semblance of shock that should have reverberated through you, and instead you melted in his hold, nuzzling your head into his neck with a comfortable sigh.

“you’re very pretty.” you mumble, still holding tight onto him. “‘s not fair.”

bakugo chuckled and feeling the vibrations from his chest against yours brought a whole new crashing wave of emotion to flood your veins. “of course it’s when you’re drunk.”

“what?” you lift your heavy head and blink slowly up at him, puzzled.

“don’t worry about it sweet cheeks, let’s just get you some water and put you to bed. you need some sleep.”

“no!” you exclaim, shaking your head vigorously, and shoving your head back into the crook of his neck. “please can we just stay here for a bit?”

bakugo sighed and hummed in agreement, rubbing circles on the small of your back with the pad of his thumb.

you both stayed there, solid in the midst of the constant waves of people for you didn’t know how long. it could have been the rest of the night, or it could have been a couple of seconds but all you could remember was the warmth that unfurled within you and ran through your veins as you were completely entranced by the boy that was holding you just a little too tightly.

#hello #i am back #here is an old fic cuz i feel bad #:D #spirithub #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo katsuki fluff #mha #mha x reader

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bluebellhairpin · 1 year

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I feel like after you know Katsuki for a while, he'll gaslight you ask a joke. Like as friendly banter he'll just end up making you do the stupidest shit - mostly because he's so serious when he does it. He does smirk to himself when he knows you can't see him.

But his favourite gaslighting *thing* is getting you to eat his spicy noodles. I don't care if you like spicy foods, Katsuki eats Ghost Pepper level spicy noodles on the regular just because He Can. So you will not want to be eating his spicy noodles, but as often as he can he will get you to eat some saying;

"Babe I haven't even put the peppers on yet don't worry"

But really you should be worried. It's when he does warn you that you don't have to think twice about opening your mouth for a bite. If he insists you should try something, you become very wary vary quickly because this is a rare occasion when he likes your pain. A little too much. He finds it hilarious.

He also likes how he can't sleep on one shoulder for the next few days because you pummelled it in retaliation.

#i just feel like he would cause mischeif on purpose #he and shoto are a bad pairing if your the victim #but if youre watching youll have just as much fun as them #nemos thoughts #katsuki bakugo #boku no hero academia #dynamight #bakugou katuski x reader

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silversynaesthesia · 10 months

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Bakugo: You text me "happy Monday". What am I supposed to do with that?!

Midoriya/Kirishima: Oh, I don't know. Maybe have a happy Monday?

#boku no hero academia #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect mha quotes #my hero academia #bakudeku #bakukiri #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijirou #imagine #bakugo is bad at feelings #monday #confused #tsundere #source: new girl

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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Malewife Katsuki? Yes or no?

Absolutely malewife Katsuki. You think he wouldn't cook and clean even if you were the one at home? WRONG. Those are his jobs, no ifs, ands OR buts!!! Probably even gets fussy when you try to take over for him... not that he doesn't like your cooking or thinks you're bad at cleaning, but why should you bother to when he's RIGHT THERE!!!

Give him the sponge, y/n. Give him the sponge.

(No, but... his mom definitely made him clean with her when he was younger, and I can see his dad as doing a lot of the cooking too, so he probably picked up both things very naturally to the point where they're now both very inherent to him.)

(read my househusband!Bakugo drabble here!)

#bakugo #honestly... i always imagine bakugo as being really great about splitting chores #mostly cuz i'd feel bad not doing sh*t #but also bc i think he actually wants to contribute and not be a b*m #and plus... if its something you're unfamiliar with or have a hard time keeping up w/... he's just like. why wouldn't i help? lmfao #he's good at it anyway #especially cooking (which i think is a mans job anyway idc idc)#so yes malewife katsuki its the only canon katsuki tbh #has cleaning days once a month and wears his apron and goes shopping with the tote bag you bought him #and you fold laundry together while watching your show and do dishes standing next to each other #AHHH go crazy go STUPID #ask #anon #caitie things

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the-weeping-author · 5 months

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Upcoming collab

Hey guys so I have a question about my upcoming collaboration… soo would you guys be willing to read it if it was 4000+ words?? I’m asking because I can edit some stuff out, or I can just keep going until I’m done. Let me know what y’all think below! ❤️🙏

#I don’t know why I’m like this hahaha #I’m only asking cause I’ve made y’all wait #and I feel bad hahaha #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou imagine #my hero imagines #bakugo katuski

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bitter-pyre · 1 year

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lay your head to rest // in the snowbank with me

Finally finished Part One of a thread fic I have on twitter. I thought I'd share it here as well!

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BKDK | Winter!AU | Pining Bakugo | Part One

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At first, Katsuki didn’t hear the shouting. To him, it sounded just like the howling blizzard that raged outside. It wasn't until the wolf let out a low growl that he finally stopped to listen. Another shout. It was more distinct this time. Someone calling out a name. The wolf, neck and tail fully fluffed, let out a sharp bark. "Quiet-" Katsuki snapped. He moved to the window by the cabin door, peering out into the darkness. He couldn't see much, except for dancing snow and the faint silhouette of trees. The wolf's nails clicked frantically on the wooden floor. Another bark. This time, more urgent. "Fuck, okay-" Katsuki opened the door and the wolf bounded into the blast of sharp cold air.

He watched as his companion disappeared, frantically barking at whatever lurked in the trees. 'Maybe dinner,' Katsuki thought to himself, stepping out onto the porch. The bit of snow that had drifted up crunched beneath his boots. He squinted, the cold already starting to freeze his nose hairs. It was quiet for a moment before he heard more barking and a figure appeared in the white haze, paired with his wolf. Katsuki frowned. He reached for the hunter's knife at his hip.

Only an idiot or trouble would be out in a storm like this.

"I can't play right now!" Katsuki recognized the panicked voice before he could make out the face. He clicked his tongue, storming out to meet the wolf and his captured prey.

"What the hell are you doing out here, Deku?"

“Kacchan! M-my ram!” His childhood friend’s face was stained with frozen tear tracks—cheeks, nose, and lips a startling bright red. “I-I found the g-gate open! He w-wasn’t in the barn—the storm-” Izuku rambled, turning his attention back to the woods. “I have to-”

“You got a fucking death wish or something?” Katsuki growled. “That dumb sheep probably holed itself up at the neighbors-”

“I checked there already! What if he got hurt? Or stuck!” Izuku tried to tug his sleeve free of the wolf’s fangs. “What if the blizzard-”

Katsuki whistled, and the wolf released Izuku. “Your place ain’t close. How long you been wandering around?” Katsuki asked.

“I-I don’t know. A while?” Izuku turned back to the woods. “I noticed him missing just before the storm kicked up.”

“That was almost two hours ago. That dumb thing could be anywhere!” Katsuki snapped his fingers and motioned to Izuku. The wolf let out a huff before circling the nerd, sniffing at his coat. Once he was satisfied, he stopped, wagging his tail. “Fetch-” Katsuki commanded. The wolf barked and took off into the snow once again. “You better hope it didn’t go far. I doubt he can track much of a scent in the snow-”

Izuku wiped his face. “I-I should keep looking too-”

Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s arm. “Don’t be stupid! You probably already got frostbite! Let him do his thing!” He gave him a tug. “Come inside.” Izuku resisted at first before finally letting himself be dragged into the small cabin Katsuki called home.

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Izuku stayed glued to the window until Katsuki finally pulled him over to the fireplace. “He doesn’t usually take off-” Izuku started to ramble, hardly acknowledging as Katsuki stripped him out of his snow packed outerwear. His shirt looked damp with sweat.

“Probably havin’ a rut,” Katsuki muttered.

“What? No. It’s not the right time of year,” Izuku replied, tugging at his bottom lip.

“So? I’ve seen that damn thing stumble over its own feet. Probably had rocks for brains.”

“Kacchan-” Izuku shot him a glare.

Katsuki bit back a chuckle. He hung up the gloves and jacket by the fire. Izuku had already started pacing, shuffling over to check out the window again. Worry rolled off him in waves. Katsuki grabbed a hold of him and pushed him back over by the fire.

"Nothin' you can do, nerd-" Katsuki inspected his face, fingers brushing against the red tinged skin. Izuku blinked up at him sheepishly. Inhaling sharply. Katsuki ignored the hot, fluttery feeling in his stomach, shifting his gaze down to Izuku's hands. They felt like ice and were colored a beet red. A fairly good sign. "Boots off-" Katsuki muttered, pulling his hands away.

"I'm fine, Kacchan-"

"Shut the hell up and take your boots off. You probably lost half your toes in those damn peasant shoes," Katsuki growled, kneeling down in front of him.

"They aren't peasant shoes!" Izuku argued. "I just got them repaired!"

Katsuki slapped the side of his leg. "Don’t make me repeat myself, shitty nerd!" Muttering under his breath, Izuku obliged. He fumbled for a moment before kicking his boots off. Once free, Katsuki helped him out of his (painfully thin) socks.

His feet looked mostly fine, though they were starting to look a little white. "I'm gonna get you a change of clothes. Stay by the fire and don't go outside-"

"No, really, it's okay, Kacchan-"

"Don't be stupid! Even if wolf finds that stupid ram of yours, there's no way you can make it home tonight." Katsuki replied. "You can stay here and wait out the storm." Izuku had started muttering again, but Katsuki had already stepped into his room.

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. He wouldn’t admit the feelings that simmered in the bottom of his gut. That fluttery, love sick feeling. Instead, Katsuki steadied the shake in his hands, collecting a full set of clothes for Izuku. He then returned to the living room, catching the green haired nerd peeking out the window yet again. “Jesus, would you relax already?” Katsuki growled.

“Aren’t you worried?” Izuku replied, tugging at his lip again.

“No.”

Izuku turned to Katsuki with a pout. He rubbed his hand against the glass, clearing away the bit of fog that had collected on the pane. “What if the wolf can’t find him? What will I do then?” Izuku asked softly. Katsuki was quiet for a beat before dropping the clothes on the couch and joining Izuku at the window.

“If anyone can find your stupid ram, it’s that damn wolf. He’s got a sharp nose.”

Izuku turned his face away, trying to discreetly rub tears from his eyes. “I just, I must have left the gate open. But he’s never taken off before, so why now?”

“Probably got sick of all your yammering,” Katsuki replied.

“Kacchan! I’m being serious!” Izuku huffed.

“So am I. I’ve seen you yap non-stop to the damn thing,” Katsuki countered. “You talk to it more than anyone else.”

“Yeah, well, nobody will listen to me half the time-” Izuku paused for a moment before glancing up at Katsuki. “I’m surprised you noticed.”

Katsuki clicked his tongue. “I didn’t notice shit. You just wander around the village, mutter like a creep. Hard to miss,” he grumbled, but the heat in his ears betrayed him. Izuku was quiet, but Katsuki swore he could almost see a smile tug at his lips.

They both were silent for a while, eyes glued to the window. Finally, Katsuki pushed Izuku towards the couch. "No use standing around. Get changed. I'll make some tea."

Izuku wrung his fingers together before letting out a soft sigh. "Right," he said softly. Katsuki left him to his own devices, heading straight for the kitchen.

He could hear the shuffling of clothes and the occasional mutter. The heat in Katsuki's ears started to spread into his cheeks. He forced himself to keep his eyes forward, grabbing the kettle from the stove.

They'd known each other since they were just little runts. Chasing the neighbor's chickens and reenacting the fabled tales of All Might. There was a brief while, when Katsuki's youthful pride as a warrior got to his head, and a rift tore between them. When the war came to their neck of the woods, they'd fought side by side. For someone who seemed small and frail, Izuku had more courage than most of the warriors in their town. The battles had been rough. Nobody came out unscathed. But ultimately, the end of the war brought them together. Katsuki swallowed his pride and managed to spit out his version of an apology. He didn't expect forgiveness. Not after how shitty he had been. But Izuku's heart was unbearably big and kind, and he'd forgiven Katsuki long before.

Katsuki dared to take a peek, glancing over his shoulder. He watched as Izuku slipped into the spare shirt he'd given him. His crooked fingers sliding to smooth the shirt. It only emphasized how small he was compared to Katsuki. Katsuki quickly turned away, cheeks flushing even hotter. 'Nope. Nope. Nope.' Katsuki prepared two mugs with tea. He didn't deserve Izuku nor have the right to think of him that way. When the kettle started to scream, he poured them both a cup.

"Kacchan! Did you hear that?" Izuku suddenly said.

"Hear what?" He growled, turning with the two mugs in hand.

"I heard a howl!" Izuku was already at the window, face practically squished up against the glass. "Maybe the wolf found him!" He stammered, bolting for the door.

“What the fuck, Deku! At least put your damn boots on!” Katsuki barked as the front door flew open. But Izuku was already gone, bounding out into the drifts of snow. Katsuki nearly dropped the mugs in a panic. He quickly abandoned them on the table before following suit.

Izuku paused for a moment, hands cupping his mouth, before letting out a return howl. As if that fucking wolf could understand him. But then suddenly, two shapes appeared along the tree line. Izuku broke into another run, screaming for his ram.

‘Imagine that.’ The wolf had found him. Izuku practically rolled the ram into the snow with his embrace. It gave out a weak bleat. “Where have you been!” He sobbed. “I was so worried-”

“Let up. He could be hurt! We should get him inside,” Katsuki grumbled, giving Izuku’s shirt a tug. Izuku pulled back.

“He found him, Kacchan!” Izuku scrubbed off the tears from his cheeks.

“I can fuckin’ see that. You also ran out here without any shoes, idiot!” Katsuki snapped. He quickly picked up the shorter man, tossing him over his shoulder. “Unfuckinbelievable-”

Izuku let out a squeak. He kicked his legs for a moment before Katsuki’s gave him a rough jostle. “K-Kacchan!” He whimpered. Katsuki ignored him, whistling to the wolf and heading back to the cabin. He dumped Izuku in the cabin.

"Stay by the fire and don't fucking move. I'll take care of your dumbass ram."

"But-" Izuku started to argue.

"No fucking buts!" He then ushered the ram into his barn. Katsuki didn't keep a lot of livestock anymore. But the ram fit right in next to the few goats he had. He looked it over, checking for injuries. "You're lucky, dumb shit," he mumbled. "I'd feed you to the wolf if Deku didn't care about you so damn much." The ram gave him a cheeky bleat. “Shuddup-” Katsuki growled quietly. Satisfied the ram was uninjured, he gave it a pat on the head before locking up the barn.

He trudged his way back into the cabin. As soon as the door was open, Izuku jumped on him, eyes wide. “How is he?”

“He’s fine! You can check on him in the morning,” Katsuki griped. The wolf let out a soft bark. “Jesus. Everyone’s so fucking needy-” he then muttered under his breath, giving the wolf a scratch behind the ear before pulling out a small bit of jerky he’d kept in his pocket. The wolf ate it greedily.

Izuku got down, ruffling the wolf’s coat. “My hero,” he whispered with a wide grin. Face shining. Katsuki felt his heart skip a beat.

“Don’t get too friendly. He bites.”

“Maybe you. I think he likes me,” Izuku said, burying his face into the thick coat. The wolf started to wag his tail. He squirmed free, attacking Izuku with several vicious licks. The nerd let out a gleeful giggle.

“Traitor-” Katsuki growled with the click of his tongue. But the wolf felt no shame, nearly knocking Izuku over with his powerful frame. He continued his relentless attack of happy whines and kisses.

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Their tea had gone cold. By the time Katsuki reheated it, Izuku had moved over by the fire. The wolf kept him company, curling up at his side to act as a cushion for him to lean on. Izuku took the tea graciously. “Thank you, Kacchan! You really didn’t have to-”

“You better keep an eye on your feet. Damn things are probably going to blister,” Katsuki muttered, ears burning. He then grabbed one of the throws he kept over the back of the couch and tossed it at Izuku.

“Of course-” Izuku replied, carefully trying to maneuver the blanket around his shoulders without spilling his drink. A silence settled between them. Not quite comfortable, but bearable. It was moments like these that always made Katsuki feel on edge. Waiting for Izuku to finally speak. Would he finally chide Katsuki for his behavior all those years ago, even though he’d already spoken of forgiveness? Would Katsuki lose his nerve and say something irreversible? Make him cry, just like he did when they were children?

“How have you been lately?” Izuku suddenly asked.

“Fine, I guess. Why?” Katsuki replied, finishing the rest of his tea with a gulp.

“Just wondering. I haven’t seen you in a while. Not anyone, really.” Izuku’s eyes began to droop. His body slumped even further down into the wolf’s body.

“Well, then why the hell did you move so far away in the first place?” Katsuki grumbled.

Izuku hummed, eyelashes fluttering. “I didn’t really want to. Money was tight before my mom passed away. So we sold our land and moved to a smaller place. I thought about moving back, but I was already settled in, so-” He paused for a moment, letting out a yawn. “I mean, I don’t know if I could afford to come back, even if I wanted.”

Katsuki stared down at his cup. “You got friends in town. Why don't you move in with one of them? Until you get on your feet again. There’s better work in town than out in the fuckin’ boonies where you live.”

Izuku chuckled softly. “It almost sounds like you want me to come back,” he said softly.

“Fuck off. I don’t care what you do,” Katsuki growled. “Just a fucking option. Maybe you could buy some decent fucking shoes, then.”

Izuku’s laugh bled into a loud yawn. Eyelashes flickering as he tried to keep his eyes open. “Remember when we were kids and obsessed with that old book about All Might?”

“I’m pretty sure you still are obsessed,” Katsuki retorted.

“I mean, yeah. I guess I am. They just gave me so much hope, you know? And that’s how we became friends. Pouring over it over this old yellowed pages in that dark and dusty bookstore-” Izuku paused for a moment. “I don’t think we were even technically allowed in there.”

"Ha! That old fart could barely see, let alone hear. If anything, we were doin’ him a service by keeping the riffraff out.”

“Remember that one time you jumped from the second floor railing with a handful of firecrackers and scared Miss Kayama? I thought she was going to faint!”

“The hag whipped my ass for that one. Didn’t sit right for a week,” Katsuki muttered, though a smile tugged his lips a moment later.

“I mean, you almost set the building on fire, so-”

“Whatever! Only a handful of books got a little burnt-"

“I’ve always loved your adventurous attitude. Nothing ever scares you-” Izuku’s voice suddenly trailed off. Katsuki looked over, watching as the mug started to tip forward. He quickly grabbed it, carefully prying it from Izuku’s hands. The wolf let out a soft grumble. Katsuki stood, taking the mugs to the kitchen and setting them in his sink. When he returned, the wolf gave him another huff as Katsuki slipped his arms under Izuku.

“Shut yer trap,” Katsuki hissed. He lifted Izuku up slowly. The guy was much heavier than he looked. Just solid muscle under all those layers. Izuku’s eyes fluttered for the briefest moment before he curled into Katsuki. Murmuring under his breath. Katsuki shook his head, biting back a smile. He laid him on the couch, making sure to tuck him in tightly. “Keep an eye on him, yeah?” Katsuki whispered. The wolf chuffed, getting up and moving to lay in front of the couch. Katsuki stood still for a moment. Watching the slow rise and fall of Izuku’s chest.

Finally, he turned away, no longer able to bear the ache in his chest.

#mha #bnha #fan fiction #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #winter au #pining bakugo #bakugo is bad at feelings #reckless midoriya #aged up #I was very inspired by the cold #also neglecting my long fics #rip #bitter writes

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obsessive-dumpling · 1 year

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I can't watch the new episode until tonight (earliest case scenario) and I am d y i n g! I have been waiting for this scene to get animated for so long 😭 it looks beautiful! Did they do a good job guys?! Be honest!!! Help a bud out!

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da-vulture-boi · 1 year

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Deku: [does amazing things]

Bakugou: … stupid Deku… you obviously need help like the dumb nerd you are,

All Might: ah, you’re trying to atone for your sins

Baku: 😡SHUT UP! SO WHAT IF I AM?!? …How did you know…? …is it obvious, should I be more violent??!?

AM: 🤦

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero acedamia #mha my hero academia #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #mha funny #izuku midoriya my hero academia #mha deku #deku #all might #mha all might #bnha all might #yagi toshinori #bakugou redemption #bakugou guilt #bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings

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neonscandal · 11 months

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Wedding Doors Are Swinging

Chapter One: Ring Around Ochaco

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo/Ochaco Uraraka, Shoto Todoroki/Momo Yaoyorozu (minor), Eijiro Kirishima/Mina Ashido (minor)

Genre: Comedy, Romance

Tags: Childhood Friends Where the “With Benefits” is Silent, Ochaco Will Be Alright, There's Nothing Weak About Her, Bakusquad, Dekusquad

Chapter Word Count: 1.2K

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Time has raced passed Class 1A who have bid UA goodbye and moved on with their lives as professional heroes. As some see huge success on the Pro Hero’s Billboard chart, others begin to close in on some huge milestones that make their former classmates hyper aware of their own personal shortcomings. Not Katsuki Bakugo. He was never one to take being left in the dust too kindly nor did he ever really get the hang of not putting his foot in his mouth… Awkwardness needlessly ensues.

EXCERPT

Katsuki Bakugo was not a stupid man. But, there were, on occasion, moments that challenged that assertion. This just happened to be one of them. Bakugo looked back toward the television screen where Midoriya’s face was once projected. His jaw still dropped from a conversation he wasn’t sure he’d taken part in but knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this confusion was all that damn Deku’s fault.

A/N: I went to a wedding this weekend and one of the wedding door games just screamed miscommunication trope so here we are. Buckle up!

💡 Context: Wedding Door Games are a Chinese tradition meant to test the groom-to-be to make sure he’s worthy of the bride but can also add some fun (and maybe a bit of mischief) to the wedding event.

“Oh my gosh, nah UH! I had no idea Todoroki had it in him. That sounds so *sweet*, Momo! Let me see the ring again!” Uraraka bubbled as she trained her eye on the screen of her smart phone, bewitched by the glittering rock that now sat upon Yaoyorozu’s delicate ring finger. Uraraka playfully dabbed at her forehead with the hand towel that rest over her shoulders after a high intensity workout, gesturing as though the sight of the engagement ring would cause her to faint as she splayed herself across the couch.

Yaoyorozu beamed demurely, glimmering eyes fixed off screen, presumably on Todoroki who could be heard breaking the news to his family. “It doesn’t feel… too sudden?”

Uraraka rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, “Momo, you guys have been together for years! I wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d sealed the deal the year we graduated from UA!” For added effect, she swung her legs over the arm of the couch, flouncing her upper body upon the seat dramatically. A damsel-esque hand flitted against her forehead, further illustrating her exasperation.

“Well, that helps to hear… I suppose it has been awhile.” Yaoyorozu smiled sheepishly. “But I can’t help but think you’ve been hanging out with Mina too much, these theatrics are over the top.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you’re shackin’ up with the Bakusquad! You’re bound to pick up a few quirks!” Uraraka laughed, catching sight of Bakugo who’d emerged from the bathroom freshly showered, a towel hung threateningly low on his hips as he disappeared into the master bedroom.

Yaoyorozu blushed modestly, a slight smirk pulled knowingly at the corners of her lips. She lowered her voice as she walked further from the chaos emitting from Todoroki’s phone.

“SHOTOOO! You haven’t even broken the Top 10 yet, how can you focus on marriage right now!?” Enji bellowed unmistakably.

Yaoyorozu murmured just out of Todoroki’s earshot, “We haven’t caught up on that situation in a bit. Truthfully, I can’t even fathom how things work between you both. But I hope it’s brought you both a spot of happiness. Perhaps we can discuss that over tea with Tsu before we start planning the wedding?” She deftly pulled a bottle of champagne from the fridge while grabbing two flutes between her fingers, phone balanced precariously on her shoulder.

“Wedding? What wedding??” Bakugo inquired gruffly, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. He lifted Uraraka’s legs and deposited himself beneath them on the couch.

“Yaoyorozu, Fuyumi would like a word.”

Yaoyorozu’s eyes brightened, steeling herself against the onslaught of scrutiny that came with any exchange between the Todoroki family.

“I suppose that’s your cue to go! Congratulations, MomoYao! Give that rock a big kiss from me! Todoroki, too!” Uraraka laughed, ending the call.

“What? Half and Half popped the question?” Bakugo reached for the remote, turning on the news. His hair, still wet from his shower, dripped cool down the hairs along the back of his neck.

“That’s what I said! Finally, right!?“ Uraraka giggled, eyeing the contour of Bakugo’s taut jawline as he tuned into the evening broadcast. While aware of her own need to shower, she still felt comfortable strewn about like this. Something she nor anyone else really saw coming.

“Breaking news! Jewel thief thwarted by up-and-coming Pro Hero Deku!” Miyagi Daikaku boasted sternly.

“Didn’t think he had it in him…” Bakugo sighed drawing the hand towel that rest around his neck up to his wet hair which he ruffled absently.

“And the ring? Is GORGEOUS!” Uraraka’s eye’s glazed over as she surmised the damage that ring probably did to the Todoroki family fortune. A huge diamond set within a vintage inspired setting with one half of the band paved in smaller diamonds while the other half paved in garnets. Uraraka didn’t care for the look itself, it almost comically looked like Todoroki himself though she doubted he’d even realized it. But each stone was clean, sparkling.. kinda matched Momo’s hero costume, even. If it were her, she’d go for something less showy… but who was she kidding? She’d take a fat rock any day, if only she had a Todoroki to sidle up to.

“Witnesses on the scene were relieved to see the hero’s bright smile as he decisively avoided a potential hostage situation with charisma and power reminiscent of Japan’s very own All Might!”

“Not like it takes much. Probably thought he was doing something special too…” Bakugo grimaced ever so slightly as he fought rolling his eyes.

“To be expected but, ugh, Momo is going to be such a beautiful bride. She’s so lucky.”

“Our newscaster from a partner station in the US is onsite and managed to snag a word! Cutting to you on the scene, Hiro!”

“Thank you, I’m here with Pro-Hero Deku who we seem to have on loan during a personal visit to the US. Deku, it wasn’t too long ago the world was put on high alert during an international manhunt for you on trumped up mass murder accusations. What brings you to the US now?”

“I-I- uh…. Um.” Deku’s big, green eyes flashed blankly on the screen, clearly caught off guard, his warm smile suddenly replaced with a dumbfounded expression. “I guess I just-“

“Well, we hope you enjoy the food as this segment has been sponsored by Burger King! Back to you in the studio, Miyagi!”

“Pfft… Anyone can do that. It’s a question,” Bakugo muttered, reclining into the couch.

“A question?” Uraraka dabbed at the sweat that still lingered from their workout, her eyes focused back on Bakugo. “Do you… do you see yourself doing that?”

“As if it’s so hard.. of course I can. Probably do a better job and everything!” Bakugo absently rest a hand on Uraraka’s thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Wait, really? Bakugo, I had no idea you felt that way! Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” Uraraka shot straight up, overzealously grabbing the towel on Bakugo’s wet hair and giving it an enthusiastic ruffle before dragging her hands down to his cheeks. “I’ve got to call my mom! I’ve got to call your mom! They’re not going to believe this. I don’t even believe this! Oh, do you think it’s too tacky to call Momo back and tell her we’re engaged too!? I guess we should wait until we have a ring.. oh, Bakugo, this is so great!” Uraraka gushed before pulling his face toward her for a kiss. “Okay, I’m going to call my mom and hop in the shower, we can call your mom together after! I can’t believe this is happening. I kinda just figured we were having fun and all but this? … I never saw this coming.” Uraraka’s eyes shined adoringly as she pecked Bakugo on the lips once more before hopping up and scampering off to the bathroom, her phone in hand.

“Fuck..” he murmured coarsely, trying to grasp what he’d just agreed to.

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