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mhathotfic · 4 years

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I won’t be able to post much until tomorrow so here’s some engagement fluff from my old blog that I hope will hold y’all over.

pairings: Izuku Midoriya x reader, Ochako Uraraka x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Shouto Todoroki x Reader

Midoriya

They had been together since forever really. Ever since they were just little kids. It was really cute watching them back then.

She stuck to him like glue, always following him to make sure he didn’t get to hurt and picking fights with Kachan on his behalf. In turn he would run to her when anything went wrong or he just needed comforting.

The adults around the neighborhood used to tease them and say how they would end up married at the rate they were going. She kinda just assumed that was how marriage worked and being married to Izuku sounded really nice. So naturally she decided that they would in fact get married.

The boy was oblivious to this. It wasn’t until halfway through third year that it came to his attention that he was engaged. She had made katsudon and he had complimented her on how good it was.

“Of course, if I’m going to be your wife, I should at least know how to make your favorite food!”.

He chocked. “W-wife?” he finally stammers out as she patted his back. His face was bright red and he was clutching at his chest. “Yes? I- do you not want me to be?” she tried not to pout or sound so hurt, but it was hard to hide it. “T-that not it! I just, aren’t I supposed to ask you?!” He answered quickly waving his hands about, face still a bright shade of red .

She smiled taking both his hands in hers “Even if you did, I don’t see the point since I’d definitely say yes”. The next day everyone was congratulating the two on their engagement, they made a note to not have important conversations in the common areas, even if they thought it was just them, again.

Uraraka

‘Close friends’ was a bit of an understatement regarding the two.

Do girls who are just friends hold hands as much as they did? Or hug and hang off each other like that? What about all the cuddles? Was it normal to just drag your friend into your room and nap with her?

Maybe it was and (Yn) was just reading into it too much, but that didn’t stop her heart from racing whenever Ochako did any of those little things. She wondered if the brunette felt the same about her.

Sure, she had joked a few times about being together sometimes even about marriage. Those were just jokes though, right? She wasn’t so sure. It felt like more than just friendship, at least it did to (Yn). She was starting to get how Deku must feel when he over thinks.

She sighed shaking her head and stretching, returning her attention back to her work. Diligently focusing on her new budget and meal plan for both of them.She had noticed that Ochako hadn’t been eating properly lately. Just small snacks here and there. It was a bad habit of hers, snacks were cheaper than a meal after all.

“(Yn)!” she was snapped out of her thoughts by a familiar voice and arms wrapping around her shoulders. She giggled and greeted her warmly “Hey Ochako have you eaten yet?”. She shook her head no settling down as (Yn) got up to grab her some food.

“Honestly what would you do without me? Here I have some leftovers you can eat” she gently scolded placing the plate in front of her. “Thanks (Yn) you’re the best!” She cheered leaning against her friend as they sat back down. “What are you working on?” She questioned looking over her shoulder. “Oh, I figured since I’m spending the weekend at yours’ I’d go grocery shopping with you for next week’s lunches” she said pushing the shopping list over “You want to help? I should have your opinion since I’m cooking for you too”.

“You know” Ochako said looking over the list “You’d make a grate wife someday”. She answered without even thinking or hesitation “Would you like it if I was yours?”.

Heat immediately stung at her burning cheeks. She tried to laugh it off and pretend it was just a joke but Ochako interrupted her. “Would you like to be?” she asked turning to face (Yn). She looked so determined all of a sudden and it made (Yn)’s heart hammer in her chest.

“I would love that actually” she said grading her hand “Really?! I’m so glad!” Ochako cheered throwing her arms around (Yn). Guess she felt the same after all.

Bakugou

He asked once when they were kids, like eight or nine and she had never let that shit go. He was certain she was fucking with him.

Why else would she still bring it up? The little brat.

She would fuss at and scold him like she really was his wife. She’d even go as far as to introduce herself to his friends as his fiancé.

“What the hell (Yn)!?” He growls out when he was surprised attacked by her. She had jumped on him pulling him into a hug and smiled up at him not paying any mind to his snickering friends. “Well I haven’t seen you in a week love! I was just happy to see you!” “Love?” she heard one repeat she glanced over at the group. They all looked confused but amused by the sight in front of them.

“Katsu, did you not tell your friends about me?” She questioned tightening her grip, he huffed but didn’t bother to move. “Why the fuck would I?” He said bluntly, glaring at his so-called friends trying to will them to drop dead.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you?” she snapped back huffing before turning to his friends and smiling sweetly “It’s nice to meet you all I’m (Yn), Katsuki’s fiancé”.

“His what!?” The four yelled suddenly rushing her and bombarding her with questions.

Katsuki groaned at their antics, feeling his eye twitching in agitation “Oi!” He called pulling her towards him “Cut it out dumbasses you’re making her uncomfortable”.

He rolled his eyes at their awing and teasing coos, choosing to ignore them and allowing them to keep their lives for now. “And you” he grumbles turning to her “That was almost ten fucking years ago aren’t you ever going to let it go?!”.

She snorted at her, rolling her eyes and puting her hands on hips “I absolutely will not! You made a promise and I plan on making you keep it! Besides would it really be that bad to marry me?”. He felt the burning stare of four pairs of eyes on him, waiting for his answer and this close to losing their ‘not being dead this very moment’ privileges. He threw his arm around her shoulders and glared daggers at the four “I guess not”.

Todoroki

"Your father is a dick and he can chock on one for all I care!“ (Yn) yelled not caring who heard her.

She had thought it would be a nice idea. He’d been so busy lately and she missed him. So, she decided to surprise Shouto and come by for a visit. It had been going well until Endeavor noticed her.

He had always hated her, claimed she was nothing but a distraction form Shouto’s training. A pest that needs to be dealt with.

"Honestly Shou, I’d love to shove my foot up his ass, but his head is so far up it that there’s just no room left!”. He smiled at her, watching as she paced around his room. “I already know that (Yn)” he says gesturing for her to come sit by him.

“I know but still!” she huffed plopping down next to him and laying her head on his shoulder. She sighs contentedly feeling fingers playing gently with her hair “When we get married promise you won’t treat our kids and their friends even half as bad as he does”.

She felt the burning heat rise on her face and hoped he would just assume she was joking. “Is that your way of proposing?” Came his monotone response. ‘Well shit' she thought, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt “W-would you mind if it was?”.

She refused to look up at him, eyes glued to her hands. “Hey” his voice was softer than usual “Look at me ok?”. She sighed looking up and was rewarded with a kiss on her forehead “I would like that a lot”.

She hugged him tightly burying her face in his chest. “I’m glad” she mumbled before adding with a laugh “You know, this’ll really piss off your father”. He scoffed at that “Wait until he finds out that I plan to take your name”.

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Irritated part 5

A/N I had to split this chapter for tumblr so have part V early while I work on VI

A heavy rock song rings out in the dead silence of the room. Pulling a growl from two opposing bodies. Bakugou's growl lasts to the chorus as he curls into the body in front of him. Pressing his forehead into the cool and smooth skin of the person beside him, shrinking in an attempt to hide from his alarm. The person relaxes at his heated breath, both parties starved of physical affection. Emotions were exhumed this morning, ones that were thought to be long forgotten suddenly burning in the too bright sun.

Suddenly the two of you jump simultaneously as if shocked. Pops of explosions dance over deadly fingers as items begin to rise around you.

You both hold each other's gaze, like two big cats following the same prey, before he stops activating his quirk and items float gently back into place.

You blush when you see what he is wearing, biting your lip when you see a certain outline. Your cheeks flush further when you remember what you're wearing. Low light paints people in more gentle tones, the sunlight beams heavily past the partially drawn curtain highlighting the harshness that is Bakugou.

Maybe he thinks the same of you.

He tilts his head and cuts you with his gaze.

"We never fucking speak of this again." He says swiping the air as if dismissing it all. His alarm breaks the silence between you two, easing some of the tension as he slams his fist against his phone.

"Get dressed Princess. We're gonna be late with how long you take." He growls, motioning towards the sliding glass door as he makes his way towards the shower. You follow him with heated eyes.

"First off I don't really take that fucking long." You lash out, angry for whatever reason that he provokes, last night clearly dying with the moonlight, "You're impatient Bakuou!"

He stops next to you, harden shoulder bumping harshly into yours. He wants to grab you by the throat, to push you against the wall if anything to feed his dominant desire to tame the brat that is you.

But he saw the way you recoiled from his sudden touch before.

"Keep your voice down. When I have women screaming my name it sounds much more pleasant than that. Now get. Out."

"Fuck off." You snarl with flushed cheeks as your insides twist and boil.

Stop bragging about previous conquests is what you want to scream but you bite the inside of your lip instead.

Why did it matter to you who he's fucked? Who he has woken up with and snuggled close to? Why did it fucking matter?

Well it didn't.

You climb over the three feet between the two balconies, scraping your knees along the rough concrete before righting yourself to stare into the ominous room.

Had someone broken in? Worse yet were they still there if they had? You ease the sliding glass door open silently. Slinking in like a cat and feeling for anything organic within the bedroom, bathroom and even the closet.

When your search of the dead space in the textured four walls comes up empty you sigh with relief, shoulders literally sagging away the tension as you begin to gather a fresh suit from your bag heading for the bathroom.

Until the sunlight bounces off something that is placed on your still made bed atop the pillows.

You hadn't remembered any stupid mints being laid out in your room or in Bakugou's for that matter so when you approach to get a closer look your body seizes.

You fight the scream that roars up your throat as you shake, struggling and falling to restrain yourself as your eyes take in the horror.

A belly button ring with a dangling gem in forest green, a doll's eye that mirrors your own stunning eye color and a note smiles smugly at you.

You huff and puff as you snatch the note from the bed. The words burning into your retinas as you almost hear the voice in your ear.

*"You'll be with me soon. In the meantime wear this for me? I'd love to see it peaking through your suit."*

Your hand flies to your belly button ring now with a black gem, your fingers curl around it quickly and you pull until a small arch of blood follows in its wake. Your breath is labored as you stare at the items, the belly button ring on the pillow shatters as does the TV as you shake with rage.

Finally you stop vibrating and force yourself to move to get ready. Barely able to stomach the thought of how irritating Bakugou is going to be today and the last thing you needed was another parasite crawling under your skin. You shower quickly although you want to scrub your skin raw as you think of that man rummaging through your items, taking the time to write some freakish note onto the hotel stationary before leaving.

You imagine him doing what you caught that asshole doing on the night that almost ruined everything. Sitting upright in your bed hugging onto your pillow, an unwashed hero suit on his exposed lap now covered with several milky stains as he waited for you.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as it replayed over and over and fucking over again.

"FUCKING PATHETIC!" You scream at your reflection. Blaming her for all the misfortune that has come your way. You bring your fist back and slam it hard into the glass cheek causing the mirror to reflect a number of you.

But this does not stop you and you slam your fist over and over into the glass until nothing but glue and old unpainted drywall stares back at you. You huff, having hoped the physical exertion would ease your racing mind. But if anything the glass shards protruding from your skin provoked you further.

You do not regret ripping out your belly button ring as you slide into your suit, careful to avoid agitating the now sensitive skin. Dressing quickly so you can properly address your bleeding knuckles that are currently wrapped with a hand towel. The gauze in your bag is easy to find, switching it for the hand towel bloomed with red hastily as you think you hear one of your neighbors emerging from their room. It is a poor wrap job but something is better than nothing as you hear foot steps stop at your door.

You open it with cold eyes just as Deku was about to knock lightly.

"Ah Y/N!" He sounds startled and looks well rested, "Are you ready for today? We have back to back interviews and q&as."

"As ready as I'll ever fucking be for this bullshit." You growl pushing past the chipper man to start your, hopefully, final day in hell.

Your mood soured quickly although that seemed like an impossibility. Yet here you were arms crossed over your chest as you were guided backstage by your two coworkers. Bakugou spies coffee and sugared pastries as he makes he way to the table. Actively avoiding you the best he can. He stares down at the two iced coffees looking perfectly blended that sit along side breakfast sweets. He wondered if he shared this favorite thing with you too. His hand hovers over the second coffee, glancing over his shoulder, debating if he should bring it to you. Images of last night rush to the forefront of him mind.

*"Please stay Katsuki."*

His heart pounds in his chest.

*"We never fucking speak of this again."*

His own voice haunts him as he snatches a chocolate croissant sipping on his coffee. Thinking better of taking you breakfast it's not like he was your fucking boyfriend or anything. Hell could you guys even be called frenemies? He isn't certain anymore. He hates that he can no longer label you as *just* irritating, loathsome, or annoying that new adjectives have popped onto that list.

Adjectives like alluring, soft, sexy.

A vein pops in his forehead as he watches you talk to Izuku. He looks worried, probably asking you if you're alright and you look mad. As if Izuku was the cause. He watches your bandaged hand gesture as you speak with heated eyes. He sips his coffee, you hadn't had this mysterious injury last night nor did you have it this morning before you left his room. He thought he heard thumping coming from your direction this morning but he wasn't sure as he was blasting music to get the sound of your voice out of his head.

Izuku pulls you into a hug and you look stunned, pretty face pressed agaisnt a harden chest. The croissant begins to be reshaped with deep grooves as the chocolate melts from suddenly heated air. He looks down at the smushed pastry with a grimace before tossing it in the trash.

"Oi." He steps close to the two of you, coffee still in hand, "No time for you love birds to kiss face. We start soon morons."

"Shove it Bakagou." You snarl, shoving past him hard enough that his coffee tries to slosh past the lid.

Hot ember eyes stare after you.

"This isn't helping her turn her day around. She's clearly upset." Izuku scolds as he walks past his childhood friend.

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You sit beneath the harsh lights, sweat from their heat collects on the nape of your neck mixing with the irritation you have for the man that sits to your left.

Why the fuck where the three of you collected on a love seat as if this were someone's living room and yall were having a fucking chat over tea?!

You hated that most about interviews but right now you hated most how Bakugou was touching you.

His arms are crossed, arms long enough that even leaning away his elbows dug into your bicep.

Or maybe the damn love seat was too fucking small for three people.

Worst of all he was scowling over the crowd avoiding questions as best he could.

Izuku on the other hand has greatly improved on his interview skills, so much so you've come to rely on him to speak with the media.

I guess Bakugou has come accustomed to it too.

Unfortunately you begin to naturally mimic Bakugou's body language as the interview drones on.

Stupid questions about previous missions, "back stage info" and dissecting WHY he liked Katsudon so much.

"Its just always been my favorite meal that my mother made." He smiles warmly at the memory and the women in the audience swoon.

"Bakugou your favorite meal?"

"Spicy." Is his one word reply and you roll your eyes.

"Well Y/LN. We haven't heard much from you but I have to ask the question everyone has been dying to know." The host smiles from ear to ear leaning closer as if he had a secret to share.

"Are you dating anyone?"

You pause for a moment.

Was this bitch fucking SERIOUS. You want to hold back, need to hold back but you're irritated.

Angry and at the fucking world. He just happened to leave an opportunity for you to let go, especially since you've answered this question before.

"In the past forty minutes of this interview that was the only question you could think of for me?" The host blinks slowly as if stunned before leaning back. Attempting to regain his composure. Deku gives you a small nudge that you choose to ignore.

"W..well it was the most fan voted question!" He retorts but little did he know you saw the Twitter polls this morning on your walk over.

"Oh is that so? It's funny because the most fan voted question for *me* was if I used my quirk to get ready in the morning. You know like levitate my hairdryer. Sometimes, is the answer by the way." You turn to the audience for the answer before returning to the host, "That question you asked me was meant for *Bakugou*"

He visibly begins to sweat, a cat smile forms on your face as you watch him squirm.

"You just knew I would have a better chance of answering that again before Bakugou ever admitted if he had someone in his life or not." You laugh and it echos back to you with a hint of cruelty, "Hell Bakugou would commit seppuku before he *ever* admitted to any emotions aside from rage."

People in the audience agree and the host blanches before the timer dings.

"W...well that's all for today folks. Don't forget the Q&A with the top three heroes and more later this evening. In that portion, you the fans will be voting live and having some time to ask face to face with your hero!" The crowd erupts with cheer as you stand abruptly.

More than done with this bullshit.

Izuku follows you quickly, Bakugou's steps are stunned.

I guess that was how people saw him huh?

"Really?!" Izuku for once loses his temper with you, well if you could even call it that. He takes a deep breath before reining himself in

"Why would you say any of that?" His tone comes out as a disappointed dad and you sigh audibly.

"Its not like she lied or said anything untrue." Bakugou chimes in arms crossed staring at you.

"See even Bakuhoe thinks it's okay."

"Watch it."

"Fuck off yea?" You snarl with venom that for once actually stings, Bakugou takes a step for you. Large palm outreached.

He has a lot of questions for you and if the only way to get the answers was to beat the shit out of each other then so be it.

"Stop!" Izuku steps between yall, huffing with redden cheeks, "Neither of you were helpful during this interview! And yall were doing so well what happened?!"

Both of your minds flash to last night. Your weak, sleep laden voice echoing.

*"Please stay Katsuki."*

"FUCK!" You hiss, pulling at your hair as you turn away. Both men look to you and your abnormal behavior.

Sure you've lost your temper, been irritated or straight up pissed.

But never....distressed.

Izuku swallows what little anger he felt, maybe it was more annoyance than anything as a gloved hand reaches out to you.

But it never makes it.

"Katsuki, Izuku and Y/N!" A sharp toothed smile approaches, "I've been looking all over for you three!"

"What do you want shit hair?" He snarls before Kirishima smiles wider, so used to his abrasiveness. He spies you and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"I'm starving and fate demands that we have lunch!" He squeezes you closer and you smile widely as ruby red winks.

He is your new partner in crime after all.

The four of you eat order far too much food. Kirishima helps to lighten your mood and ease the tension with you and Bakugou again.

Even daring you to steal his fries while looking him in the eye.

You do, as does a cat when they knock picture frames off of shelves. Katsuki retaliates by snatching your last chicken nugget that he dramatically savors.

You laugh aloud, suddenly forgetting your problems in the middle of the fast food restaurant.

But the feeling couldn't last long enough.

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