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request are OPEN!!! MASTERLIST/RULES

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IT'S REALLY SMALL, I'M SORRY

But please everyone meet Tatsumi! He's a Bakugou's son, from "Meeting you Changed me" writed by our amazing @bonbonthedragon <333

I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH, AGRH

That's all, just a small fan art, bye-

[bonbonthedragon]

ITS SO CUTE WHAT- THAT IS LITERALLY HIMMMMM YOOOOOOO

I LOVE IT! THANK YOU! AND DONT BE SORRY ITS AMAZINGGGGGGG SHSHBSJSHSISGDHHSUSSB HES ADORABLE 😭😭😭

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Anyone still on here?

I need some encouraging words. I don’t really have anyone.

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I hate myself

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House by a Hill

This is just a quick Drabble and nothing more. Not proof read!

Katsuki was a city boy through and through. He grew up closest to it despite living in a more neighborhood like area. Don’t get him wrong, he enjoyed the openness of rural life, but the connivence of having everything only so many miles away was something he didn’t want to leave. Moving onto a large property was never in his plans, a handful of acres for space and on a back road no one took. The house was older and in need of attention when first moved into but other than that, it was a neat little place. It almost was cheating to call it country considering it was still a reasonable ways from the city, but far enough from the filling streets and honking horns.

But his wife grew up on land, preferred it even. And being the dumb love sick fuck he was, he got her a home of her choosing on a nice piece of property worth a small lake and behind a green grass hill littered with wildflowers. Katsuki had to admit it was nice to not have to worry about peeping toms or people at the door. They could keep their curtains drawn open for as long as they pleased and not give a car to the world about wandering eyes.

So when he was pulling up the the long driveway, watching the gate drags open to let him in, he realized something . . .

———

“The curtains-“ you panted, glancing at the kitchen window

Katsuki only hummed, kissing down your neck as his fingers plunged in and out. He stood between your legs, ass up on the marble counter and arms thrown over him as you tried to keep your eyes open.

“I’m serious, Kat, someone could see us-“

“Quit worrying.” He leaned back, moving his unoccupied hand to the small of your back. “Gonna fuck you right on this counter.”

“But the-“

“Can’t see us. Too far from the road, and that hill basically covers our house.” He said between kisses, moving his mouth up to capture your lips in his. “Was thinking about it when I got home.” He mentioned as he pulled away, eyes meeting your half lidded ones as your mouth parted in a silent moan to the curl of his fingers in the perfect spot. “Basically invisible. I can fuck you where ever in this shitty house and no one will interrupt.” He felt her shiver and clench down around him. “Eat you out over the dining table.” And he just kept going. “Turn ya round’ and press your tits against the window while I take you from behind, in nothing but your makeup and panties.”

The pace he kept was just too much and it wasn’t long before you were coming undone, holding onto him as he removed his fingers and wipe your slick on his sweats with little care. He kept a hand on you to keep you upright, still recovering from the assault.

“Let’s get on that table now.” He huffed as he lifted her and walked towards the dining room, where the window went from ceiling to floor.

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I Told The Flowers of You And They Bloomed

Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: none just fluff

Note: wrote this while at the gym ahahahahah

Enjoy!

Bakugou sat with his body turned to the window, hand holding his head while he looked off. Aizawa blabbered somewhere in the background, a lesson the blond had tuned out since it started.

The morning sun beamed a glow onto her hair, the sight rushing a burning spike through bakugous veins. Spring had come early, un-matching to the February chill was green grass and chirping birds, pollen in the air like thick splashes of honey. Either way, it cooled the room just the same to a perfect hue. His eyes fixated on her sleeping face, the rise of her chest and flutter in her eyes.

(Y/n) had often slept in class, and with grades to no complaint it seemed the teacher didn’t take much notice to it. The paper under her had been completed well before class and he wonder why she even bothered to show up at all. Except, bakugou was grateful because he loved watching her, liked looking at her as if she had been stuck as a masterpiece, the window frame her own to complete the art. Vines wrapped around her ankles as she snored, each breath from her nose fluttering a leaf that grew around her from her quirk. And as she dreamt and the hours passed, flowers came to sprout just so. The longer he watched, the more greenery grew at her feet and around her arms. Even a small sprout sat at the top of her head, a bud just slowly forming ever so.

“Bakugou,” Aizawa called just as the bell rang, “wake her up, time for lunch.”

He flinched at that, his cheeks reddening before giving the teacher a snarky look. Aizawa only turned away, starting at erasing the chalk board.

The boy rolled his eyes, taking one more glance at his classmate before putting his bag together. After some minutes he looked over to see she still hadn’t budged, so he kicked her feet. The girl groaned, shaking her head and mumbling something under her tongue.

“Oi, wake up.”

She hummed and he, gently, kicked at her feet again until her head pried its way from her arms. His heart did that funny feeling it always did when he was near her, stepping aside so she could pack up her own things.

“Theres fucking dandelions in yer’ hair, sprout.” He tusked

Her eyes rose to see the top of her head, a small giggle coming out as she picked one and twisted it between her fingers. “Happens when you’re in my dreams.” She noted, perhaps not even meaning to say it out loud.

“T-the fuck?”

(Y/n) smiled, shrugging. “In my dream…” she seemed to try and remember. “I had told a bed of weeds of you, and they all blossomed into flowers.”

After a moment of silence, the boys face flushed and frozen in place, she left. Left like nothing happened. Like she didn’t just confess she liked him in the most odd of ways possible.

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Meeting You Changed Me

Masterlist

Summary: When Bakugou leaves an ugly divorce, leaving him as a single dad he never can imagine himself finding love again, not when he was never actually in love. People manipulate and lie and he can’t trust anyone but those close to him and now protect what he has left. But maybe...just maybe he can give her a chance.

With the series on it’s turning point, here’s the list of serious warnings that are to come: sexual abuse mentions, smut, abuse, verbal abuse, light mentions of blood

Will update on weekends :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23 - coming soon…

Side stories / shorts :)

Note: this does not correlate with the series! It’s just a fun side story and Drabble that I wrote! I might do these every once and a while :)

A Peaceful Morning

Summer cuteness

On set

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Reblogging this for the softest bakugou I’ve ever read. Not gonna lie I’ve been bawling all night I was up reading this. Reader really goes through hell in it tho. Also it has many triggers, went through three panic attacks reading this but it’s just so good. Although if you’re a sensitive baby like me proceed with caution. Anyways I’m in love

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PANIC ATTACKS?!?!? IM SO SORRYYY HOLY SHIT

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One more wouldn’t hurt

Bakugou x fem!reader

Summary: when a disaster happens amongst the city, Katsuki finds himself wanting so much more than he thought with with you. Truly even after a whirl of hell, a miracle can be born.

Warnings: fluff, cursing

Note: yo, hope y’all like it!

Not my art!

At first he was pissed, absolutely and obscenely pissed. He screamed and even had to leave the house as his quirk began to act up, he himself never knew he could be this upset. Whether or not it was from his busy work schedule or constant complaints how messy his could get, the man was stressed. Bakugou had left you in tears and still walked out the door to run off the steam. For days this went on, he didn’t want to see the damn thing or even go near it. He had never asked for this and kids were not an option he even thought of. Yet…you had brought home this baby, this infant of only months with tears in your eyes and blush in your cheeks.

A building had collapsed. There wasn’t too much for the explosion hero but to run around and find those who could be trapped under the rubble, maybe even use his quirk to move some of it. On the other hand, you had been piled with many of the injured, healing quirk used over time and sweat dripping from the amount of energy that was needed for it. Every second was another cry for help and directed to you, another scuffle down of something sweet to replenish your energy for the next victim.

It was a terrible sight, so many civilians crossing the police tape to drag their own hands through the rubble just in hopes they would pull out their loved one who had been there. And in every occasion there was a body found, more cries emerged and never did each one get easier to hear. So much heart break, so much blood. Hell, your hero suit was drenched red and it wasn’t even yours. Out of anything, the possibly of different quirks, everyone in this world shared the same thing, everyone’s blood was red. And hell there was so much of it.

Night was to fall and stars rolled around, with the list of those who were checked into the building prior, so far it was clear. No, of course only few made it, it was brutal. So once it was clear, once the overnight lights turned on and the only worry would be the mess of how to move all this rubble, every hero and every medic sighed. All in the days work, you supposed. It had been hours, god just hours, since you’ve seen your husband. So much work and so little time to check in today.

His eyes caught with yours, the way his widened at your blood soaked clothes, you were about to reassure him it wasn’t yours until a small cry echoed. Maybe it was a trick of the mind, the ringing in your ears, but it came in intervals. You had to be only 30 feet from your husband and so badly wanted to touch him, but you stopped walking. After just moments you had to confirm.

“Everyone be quiet!” You yelled

Keep reading

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I think this needs more attention, thank you.

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Meeting You Changed Me (2)

Rewrite

Part 1

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marriage is hard, sealing vows so young isn’t always the answer to a solution. But Bakugou has a son and what more can he do but promise him the world when his own mother is absent from his growing life? The word goes on and his life is at constant risk due to his job, keeping his son safe is all he need. So, meeting her had never came into his plan, nor the history of her troubled past to follow. He find he can’t help but stay away, though, entranced by a soul unlike his own, seeing future in her eyes.

Warnings: choice of language, little angst and lots of fluff

¨Daddy?¨

A million times he heard that voice and a million times he would never get used to it. Bakugou groaned just as a small hand grazed his face, so light and wondrous it padded his skin until his eyes came open and the light from the hall illuminated to make out the toddler's face. The man yawned, outstretching his hands for the little one to grab on and hoist him onto King cal. Tatsumi happily cuddled up to his father, and while he snuggled close bakugou took a moment to look at the clock on the nightstand, 6:32 am. Well, seems tatsumi was able to stay in his own be this time. He kissed the childs´ head in silent glee, his arms around the kid tightening just a bit more and he squeezed his eyes shut so tight it hurt, imaging the boy, not in his hold and it hurt. And with that thought lingering, the sun slowly beamed in through the dark sheer curtains and burned it away the more he felt his son's warm breaths against his chest.

¨Bad dream?¨ asked bakugou.

Tatsumi nodded.

¨You hungry?¨

Large eyes beamed up and sparkled with enchantment. ¨Yeah!¨

Within one fell swoop he was picked up and thrown over a shoulder, giggles with mixed yawns and tiny hands lacing through his father's blond locks that twined his own. He shouted for french toast, an American dish bakugou had learned from his mother a while back after her trip to America. One taste for the little brat and he had been hooked for the past year and a half when his father began allowing endless sugar rot and complete solid foods. Happy titters pleaded from behind him, a stool pushing up against his muscular legs and the toddler climbing up to observe. Bakugou handed Tatsumi an egg where he hit it a bit too hard against the counter but managed to get the rest into the porcelain bowl, even going as far as to finger out the lost eggshell that fell in. The sludge dirtied the counter and bakugou avoided resting his elbows on it while he mixed and Tatsumi pilled out a pan from the cabinet.

¨Don't burn yourself.¨ the man reminded his son, handing him the spatula and pouring in the beaten eggs while tiny hands stirred the hot filling pan.

Watching carefully, he multitasked to crack more eggs into a bowl for the dipping of the bread, adding a tint of vanilla and lots of cinnamon for flavor before dipping the bread to slice into the second pan provided.

After just some minutes and a small burn to bakugous arm from the burner and Tatsumi's reckless actions, breakfast was served and the happy excitement subsided to mouth-filled murmuring about how good it was and ´thanks for the food´ to whatever god above and his father. Battered cinnamon bread topped with strawberries and drenched with syrup and a side of eggs for protein was presented. Sticky fingers were exchanged, forgotten utensils and the grunt of Bakugous disagreement, for the boy had used his hands to eat the messy food.

The front door began to jiggle from the sound of keys and opened to Kirishima's tall frame, smiling and definitely not ready for the impact of a small child at his side. Before Tatsumi could even get the chance, Bakugou grabbed him and his hands, a wet rag running across his fingers until he was let go to hug the gentle giant. The red would have accepted the hug regardless, picking Tatsumi up with ease and squeezing tight. Soon he had the kid upside down and giggling, arms flailing with undying energy.

¨Aren't you supposed to be at work…¨ bakugou said in more of a statement rather than a question.

Kirishima shrugged, smiling when Tatsumi began to fiddle with his red hair, which was down and combed out rather than in its usual gelled-up manner. Then again, it’s gotten so long it was never really up anymore but for an occasional ponytail.

“Ya’ can’t just skip work, Ejiro.”

“Aw man, come on! It’s a Sunday, there’s no crime on Sundays. Plus, Sero and Kamanari are holding down the hut, so it’ll be fine.”

The two stared at each other for a minute and the skin on Ejiro's tanned face began to wet with sweat until Bakugou sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” he crossed his arms, wandering over to the boy. ¨Wanna tell yer uncle what you did last night?¨

Tatsumi beamed, ¨I-I-I sleep in my own bed allllllllllll night!¨

¨Slept.¨ corrected bakugou. ¨all by himself until about 6:30.¨ he prided.

His friend only responded by pulling Tatsumi off his shoulders and upside down. He shook the child while he laughed melodically along. Bakugou shook his head, fighting the smirk on his face to turn his attention back to the mess made.

“I was thinking,” Kirishima began, “I saw this new NewYork style coffee shop just some blacks away. Wanna check it out?” and he turned to the little one. ¨Little dude! Wanna go and check out this cool place I found just around the corner?¨

Tasumi was already screaming his agreement and it seemed his father had no other choice now. With one nod the boy was running out the door, but not before bakugou caught him in his arms and began his walk towards the small bedroom, mumbling something about getting dressed first. He dropped him off in his room and shut the door, which was greeted with a large smile from the boy since his dad never let him dress himself alone. So after some moments, giving bakugou the time to put on his own clothes, Tatsumi came running out.

The man looked him up and down. ¨No.¨

The boy's grin quickly dropped, ¨b-but-but¨

Bakugou kneeled down, tapping his tiny feet, which wore two different shoes. ¨Kid,¨ and he trailed to the shirt, one that overlapped a sweater oddly. ¨Ya damn shoes don't match and you don't have pants on…¨

¨oh.¨ Tatsumi seemed to realize.

Bakugou snickered and smirked, shaking his head and picking his son up to head back to try again, ¨sorry, bud, but it's a no for this fit. I think even grandma would shit her pants at this fashion statement.¨

That had the toddler laughing.

….

The sun just barely peeked over the horizon, casting a golden pink glow over the large city. Tatsumi sat atop his father's shoulders, reaching up as far as he possibly could as the sunlight danced along his fingertips. This city was waking up, streets not yet busy and providing a calming setting, singing of birds and streetlamps aglow to empty lanes. Kirishima read off a news app of the latest crime rates and stories, hero and celebrity gossip provided. Luckily enough, bakugou had a few connections along with bribing the news media with large sums of money to keep him and his damn business out of it. He couldn't have been more appreciative of the wealth he's gained. Even so, after days of work, he would come home in layers of soot, masking him from any fans, so thick on his skin that when he did finally change back into his clothes many didn't recognize him due to his constant blanketed skin from his own quirk.

¨Right here.¨

Kirishima opened the glass door, allowing his friend and son entry. A large sign, ¨Latte on the Rocks¨ displayed on the wall, decorated with coffee beans and swirls of hot steam. Setting the boy down, he allowed himself to observe the not-so-small cafe.

¨This place is anything but tiny for a coffee shop.¨ scoffed bakugou.

With so many windows, the place didn't even need any kind of overhead light to have the place visible. If anything, it created a rather settling kind of vibe, and he didn't mind it. Bookshelves were set and more bean designs were doodles everywhere along the walls. Within the many decorated walls was a section dedicated to just sticky notes, complementary of customers and their own personal drawings, and a table with pens, notes, and stickers provided. A building brick wall covered the other side of the building, everything creating a NewYork style just as Kirishima described.

With the menus displayed on some signs, he read along them until his eyes stopped on a certain word. He allowed his gaze to trail down to the glass display box under the cashing counter. Well-

¨Day’ hab´ muffins!¨ Tatsumi squealed, milliseconds from running into the glass before arms scooped him up and he was hoisted away from anything but. With much-fueled strength, the little one managed to wiggle so much bakugou lost grip and dropped the damn kid. Only he didn't hit the ground, actually, while in the mits of falling, he grabbed his dad's pant leg and climbed down like fucking spider-man. God this child. As much as bakugou wanted to fawn over his naturally gifted and cute son, but said boy was currently up against the panel and rubbing his face juices against the glass in an unsanitary coffee shop and honestly he couldn't be more concerned. So he grabbed the collar of his little button-down, gently but demandingly pulling him up.

¨Oi, what did we say about rubbing your face juices on shit?¨

Kirishima snorted, ¨Is that an actual worry?¨

Bakugou rolled his eyes, ¨Sadly, yes.¨ he sighed, using his own shirt to rub against Tatsumi's face which was covered in his own drool. Tatsumi seemed to look longingly at the tray of displayed muffins, so bakugou smiled and rested his lips to his son's cheek, blowing. The little one squirmed at the assault of a raspberry being blown on him, squealing and pushing his face away. Kirishima laughed, beginning to tickle him, and that had Tatsumi nearly bouncing in their hold.

¨Be right with you!¨

A woman on a small step stool, stained in chalk dust and bakery crumbs, adjusted her apron and stepped down, revealing a half worked on picture of a girl and her dog, both sipping coffee happily. It was quite impressive, padding off the colorful dust with a rag as she walked and made room for more to see. Clad in black jeans, shirt, and a brown apron, she couldn't have looked more like she belonged in the store. Though she wasn't just familiar with her wear, but looks. It took him a moment, but it finally clicked, she had been the woman from the courthouse.

Their eyes briefly met, a hint of realization hitting her gaze before slipping behind the counter and tapping away at the small tablet on the countertop.

¨What can I get yall started with?¨ Her accent, even with eh perfect Japanese, was evident.

¨Hello!¨ Kirishima scanned the options, then looked down at her. ¨I'll take a-¨

¨Muffin!¨ the kid butted in quickly, staring into his eyes and practically drool dripping from the corner of his lips almost animated-like. Bakugou covered his small mouth with his hand, staring at the menu, unbothered.

Kirishima laughed, ¨Make that two and a Cappuccino,¨ he glanced at his friend, ¨and a plain black coffee, please.¨

¨Milk for the kid.¨ bakugou added, taking out his wallet.

The woman nodded along with a wide smile on her face, most likely from his kid's antics, and took bakugous card, swiping it. ¨Just a few minutes.¨

¨Sorry about the glass.¨ He mentioned, and she waved him off.

¨Oh don't worry about it. I clean nearly every twenty minutes anyway, so it's not like it was dirty, and I'm fixing to wipe it down again for my own sanity.¨

Bakugou nodded in approval, looking at his son. ¨What do you say, squirt?¨

¨Fank´ you!¨ Tatsumi held onto his father tighter, almost shyly. ¨Cand I´s hab´ the muffin now?¨

He was about to remind the kid of his manners but the barista only snorted, ¨ I've got a fresh batch that will be out in about five minutes so that you can have warm ones.¨

He threw his hands in the air. ¨Yeah!¨ and Kirishima mimicked him cutely.

Bakugou didn't even realize it but that had him smiling, glad to have his son favored. As if any parent wouldn't. It seemed Tatsumi though still did not have to patience to wait because he was against wiggling out of the man's hold and escaping to stare at the food, face against the glass. And bakugou just stared and began towards a seat to find.

¨I am no longer related to the brat.¨ He muttered, and Kirishima quickly picked the boy up to follow over, snorting.

He picked a mustard yellow couch that faced a large window and small marble coffee table, that large chalkboard just to the left of him where that beautiful masterpiece was done. Some Lofi-pop music sang against his skin and the light shined in perfectly. It was very homey in this place. His friend came just not but seconds after with his son, the little one making grabby hands towards his father to take. His little head rested against his chest and bakugou combed his fingers through the soft curly locks while they waited. He had believed that perhaps it could be a soothing moment, but like a flick of lightning, Tatsumi was out of his hold. He grasped the back of the couch, looking over as Tatsumi pretty much waddled over toad the counter.

¨Oi-¨

But he was already sneaking behind the counter, making bakugou have to stand and go after him. But he stopped, watching as the woman from before came into view and his son approached her with little thought but much intent. His hands reached up and his lips moved and she reached into her pocket, pulling out a green chalk piece after moving to balance the trey to her other hand. It was placed in his small hands, a smile adorning her face, and the tray returning to both her hands. Tatsumi ran towards the chalkboard and bakugou sat back down to watch him. He went at it, covering the once beautiful drawing of the girl and dog in green dust, scratching over harshly onto the surface. He cringed at the sight.

¨Two coffees and two warm muffins.¨

Tatsumis head whipped around, bouncing over and snatching the muffin from the tray.

¨Oi!¨ bakugou barked, ¨manners, kid.¨ and Tatsumi froze.

He slowly turned with a tense look, ¨Thank you!¨ and she nodded in response, making the boy grin back. What bakugou didn't expect was how he put the muffin back and went to hug her legs. She gasped almost silently, at first freezing then quickly reaching down to pat his head. Bakugou leaned forward to pull him off the poor woman, picking him up and setting him on the count, making a gesture to stay.

¨Did everything work out for you?¨ She suddenly asked.

Bakugou made a face. ¨What?¨

¨When I saw you some weeks ago, at the courthouse.¨

Oh. He didn't even think she recognized him. ¨Just fine.¨

She nodded. ¨Good.¨

He probably should have asked her the same, but he felt his stomach cramp a bit and it stopped him from allowing any words out. So instead he just looked away as she went on with her work.

¨So,¨ Kirishima began, ¨Coffee lady~¨

¨Hah?¨

¨You've met before?¨ His eyebrows wiggled animatically.

¨Never seen her in my life.¨ and he sipped his coffee.

¨But-¨

¨No.¨

¨Okay.¨

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partnered with bakugou during a project.

Bakugou watching as you utterly freeze in front of everyone, poster in shaky hands and body stiff.

Bakugou who cursed to himself before taking your note card, having read over your side of the project and spoke for you

You are trembling and staring into the awaiting faces of the other students

How just as he finished up and hands Aizawa the finished poster, his hand has to urged your stilling body out of the room

He’s sitting outside on the floor waiting while you just stare off and out the window, not having said a word since the beginning of class while he waits for you to come back to reality

The way he flinched when tears suddenly hit the ground and he looks up to see you crying, face bland but eyes red

He honestly doesn’t know what to do, waiting with you outside the class room, he just stays quiet until you stop and leave for the restroom

[bonbonthedragon]

I have a present for you all. Check my page, unless you are already tagged ofc, for it at 8:00pm Saturday 😉

[bonbonthedragon]

hello you! Everything is fine with you I hope!I come to ask what have you decided with your book "Meeting You Changed Me" I miss Tatsumi (and the rest) so much Are you going to continue it? Will it be on your profile under the same name?

:)

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One Last Time

Bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: uh…angst, curse words

Note: umm…hi

“I tried to move on, Katsuki, but no one is you.”

The man scoffed, shaking his head and leaning against the balcony. “And what makes me so special?”

“You never ran from me when you met my worse.” And she smiled, closing her eyes as if tears threatened and her head turned away. Bakugou blinked, mouth opened ever so slightly and eyebrows dented. He almost- almost reached out until, “but…” (y/n) sighed and rested a hand onto the ledge, her head leaning onto her hand as she looked into the window that tunneled to the dance hall. “You met her. And I see now of the love you both share was something we could never have with one another.”

Before he could even respond, the doors to the balcony opened.

“Hello dear,” Midoriya piped, slick in his suit and hair tangled back. It was the hair style (y/n) had always wanted bakugou to try, swearing it’d look ‘so handsom’. The hero came up just next to her, an arm coming around her waist and lips kissing her head. “Awfully cold out here. Don’t you want to come inside and get warm?” He shrugged off his jacket, pulling it around her bare shoulders the dress left.

The blond stared, mouth closing but he stopped himself. The breeze blew heavy and he straightened, looking to his friend. “Hey, Deku.”

“Kacchan.”

“I’ll come in in a moment.” She tugged the jacket on close. “You go in, I’ll be right behind.”

His smile faded ever so, but nodding and eyeing his old friend then turning to leave. And just as the doors closed

bakugou was close, holding (y/n) in his arms and breathing in deeply.

“I love you.” He whispered, “I fucking love you.”

She fought the tears that brimmed her eyes, pushing him away. “And I you.”

Just seconds after a moment of exchanged looks from a distance, she escaped to the doors, lost in the party of dozens and slow music. And in the window, just in eye view, was Uraraka. Bakugou locked gazes, swallowing his pride and took one foot after the other to face reality, again.

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Let Me Hear You Again

Bakugou x mute!fem!reader

Warnings: uh….suggestive stuff and cuteness

Watching you walk down that isle, dress spreading behind and smile on your face. Katsuki could barley handle himself, wanting so bad for it to be over with so he could call you his forever. But he prevailed. The music sang its classic tune and each step of your heels became louder as you approached. No hand held yours, no chaperone to give you away, just you and the ghost of what was to finally be left behind for a new life of hopeful nothingness.

Tears welled in both your eyes, but Katsuki was the one who held strong when Mina sneaked up just as you reached to be hand in hand with him and tuck a tissues into your grasp. Mopping away the tears, the priest began.

Words were exchanged in legal consequence, hands united and then the call for one to share vows. The ash-blond opened his mouth, love pouring out onto every crevice of their love over the years, your heart wrenching.

And then he stared, waiting for the minister to continue until he noticed a piece of paper fiddling between your fingers. His eyes shot to yours, confused when you opened it, looking over at the crowed and quickly turning away, light blush on your cheeks.

“Ka…Katsuki,”

His eyes widened, frozen in place at your voice. He took your hand in reassurance to your rare confidence. You squeezed it, turning your direction to the floor and reading the small paper in your free hand.

He broke at the words, hearing your voice try just for him in the best moment of his life. It improved over the minute, just a bit more steady to what it had started with but cracking. Not so much because of the tears, which he gladly wiped away as you read, but of sheer frustration in how difficult it was becoming. And when you had finished, the crowd had stood, friends and family having moist eyes to the treasure that was hearing something that was almost long forgotten.

It was infrequent, your voice, learning to hate it or love it, there being no in between. He hated the way he had only found you under the rubble by your cries of pain. But blushes at the knowledge that when he made you feel good, you cried in pleasure.

Damn the priest and “I do’s”, he will gladly do.

“Fuck it-“ and he grabbed your face gently, smashing his lips into you with a hunger that had you groaning, your sound so beautiful. And when he pulled away, hugging you with his mouth to your ear, he muttered, “I’m going to have to hear more of you tonight when I make you scream, sweet.”

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Oh Snap

A bakugou (kinda not really) x Mina x fem!reader -you’ll see when you read it

Warnings: choice of words

About: don’t mess with Minas girl dude

“Marvino’s. You and me. 8 tomorrow.”

You stared at the man, the No.2 pro hero an easy tower like form over you. He smirked down at you, eyes a flame and easily eying you up and down with no shame. It was…well it was intruding to say the least.

“Excuse me?” You crossed your arms.

He again gave you an obvious look. “Do I gotta repeat myself? I want you. So how about a date, sweet heart?”

You walked away. Quite literally, not even batting an eye, turned on your heel and walked out of the coffee shop.

The man blinked a moment. Where were you going? The audacity! Anyone would be sure damn lucky if the- THE pro hero Dynamight asked em’ out. He doesn’t just let anyone go out with him! Let alone ask! Bakugou huffed, eyes following her out until he went to swing the glass door open just to go after her. But he was stopped in his tracks.

“Babe!”

Minas arms wrapped around you, hands shamelessly trailing to grope your ass and give a big kiss on the cheek. Blushing heavily you squeaked, holding breath as your girlfriend lay out what love she could on you in public.

“Hello” you giggled, flushing a cherry red. Giving some distance, you then went in for a quick peck that the other woman accepted easily.

Yellow eyes peeled up and Mina, once she realized, smiled wide. “Bakugou!” She called, waving and wrapping her other arm around her girlfriend.

At the realization, your eyes went wide, blushing and looking away, almost hiding behind Mina. Why the hell were you embarrassed? He’s the one who was fucked!

“This is my-“ Mina looked down at you, “oh- what’s wrong, Sweet?”

You had a hand fanning over your eyes, glued to the ground. “Nothing at all.” You gritted.

“We’ve met” bakugou huffed, arms crossing while he stared.

“Great!” Mina piped, hugging your side harder. She then proceeded to take your hand, squeezing it. “She’s been in America for 11 months! ‘Believe that?” She looked lovingly down at you, “and I finally have her back”

“That’s (y/n)?” Bakugou pointed.

“No.” You frowned, “I’m a random chick from America who found a nice pro hero to fuck for riches.”

Mina bursted laughing at bakugous change in expression.

“Listen here you little shit-“

“No you listen. The only reason you don’t have anyone looking your way is because you have the audacity to believe everyone froths at the mouth for you. Reality? You’re a piece a shit. And don’t ever call me “sweet heart”, sweet heart.” She looked him up and down, “I have a hard time finding many people not attractive cause damn this city knows fashion, and you might be pretty to look at, but your mouth says other wise. Remember you might do better sitting handsome on a shelf with your lips stitched shut.” And you tugged your girlfriends hand. “Come on Mina.”

Mina gaped at her woman and rose a brow at her friend, walking away in disbelief until she started just to laugh her ass off again.

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