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benedict “please do not go” bridgerton vs sophie “move out of your house, you’re fucking up my work environment” baek

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Based on this post

[l0vrgir1]

2024 Reading Wrapped: Katsuki Bakugou (Part 1)

☆Navigation ☆Part 2 ☆Part 3

Smau:

(nsfw) texts with fwb!bakugou katsuki   @ba9go

drive safe  @rueclfer

BEING ON BAKUGOUS PR TEAM   @ventisma

Fics under or @ 4K:

Fluff:

Sixth Sense  @sweetnans

sleep well  @kokororyuu

Showering with Katsuki   @quitesins

Calls  @itgetzweird08

NOSY BOYFRIEND   @yourstrulyaiko

Study Sesh  @katszumi

Every Universe  @sorrowfulrosebud

Keeping Secrets  @sukimii

Shared Beds  @tootiecakes234

Lipgloss  @cashmoneyyysstuff

Good Stuff  @sttm99

Christmas  @katszumi

Staring  @katszumi

Tipsy Flirting  @katszumi

The plot twist of admiration  @chiyuuchu

Bakugo with the kids  @lowkeyremi

scary? my god, you’re divine.   @phant0mth1ef

BAKU-CHAN!  @wolvwa

Secretly Dating @simplybakugou

𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖   @simp-for-mha-men

took out the garbage  @bakugou-tm

DUMB BITCH !!  @bfbkg

politician!yn x prohero!bkg   @bfbkg

PERMANENT INK  @liv-loves-mic

Make-up  @kingkatsuki

DYNAMIGHT ON HOT ONES  @bfbkg

Drunk bakugou  @bfbkg

PDA  @bfbkg

Special Guests  @bfbkg

attention  @bfbkg

in your element  @bfbkg

Strawberry lipgloss  @pretty-sparkle-bomb

dicked down  @citrustsuki

secret wife  @watu2ka

burgundy markings  @watu2ka

compilation  @lilacgaby

baby, you're the reason i quit drinking @eijirousbaby

husband!bakugou thinks you’re a hypocrite  @seumyo

Angst:

I BET ON LOSING DOGS  @abilouwrites

WRINGING MY HANDS IN MY LAP @abilouwrites

always with you   @skitzrep

Cheater  @sorrowfulrosebud

9:17 pm   @hajiberry

calling katsuki  @kaidabakugou

running into your ex  @ba9go

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭  @todoscript

SUNSETS, I WANNA HEAR YOUR VOICE   @abilouwrites

we need to talk  @katszumi

Both:

Bakugou’s birthday  @catzula

Accidental Sex  @antiwhores

OPEN ARMS. (includes slight smut) @suhkusa

A three-day heartbreak  @shinazugawaswife

bakugo x severely injured reader   @writingpiecesak

to be katsuki's  @ba9go

The smell of dirt, dust, and suit.   @antiwhores

Worrying  @lowkeyremi

Fake Dating  @rueclfer

we passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago  @bfbkg

i don't care if you're contagious  @ba9go

𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠 ?   @kitkat13001

Smut/Suggestive:

Porsche  @pastelbakugou

freek-a-leek  @ilylovelyz

katsuki's favourite camgirl  @minkoq

2 horny 2 function  @minkoq

First time makin out with Bakugo  @hxltic

we really shouldn’t be doing this  @katszumi

just spend a day fucking @nohoney

printed in crimson  @writteninkat

Special Forces  @writteninkat

This a good time?  @writteninkat

It isn't that tiring  @writteninkat

Camera on  @writteninkat

Thigh highs  @writteninkat

Drunken haze  @sukimii

getting glued to katsuki bakugou  @frickingnerd

bitchy girls  @sttm99

Unnamed   @sttm99

Late Night Training   @shinazugawaswife

Only Dumb For You  @wwwcapricorncom

morning after  @bfbkg

COMING TOGETHER  @bfbkg

First Time for Everything  @lilithbasically

slow dancing in the dark.   @phant0mth1ef

seven minutes in… heaven?   @elssero

another stupid party game   @elssero

All rights reserved © l0vrgir1-2025.  Do not copy, translate, or repost my works or layouts.

[l0vrgir1]

2024 Reading Wrapped: Katsuki Bakugou (Part 1)

☆Navigation ☆Part 2 ☆Part 3

Smau:

(nsfw) texts with fwb!bakugou katsuki   @ba9go

drive safe  @rueclfer

BEING ON BAKUGOUS PR TEAM   @ventisma

Fics under or @ 4K:

Fluff:

Sixth Sense  @sweetnans

sleep well  @kokororyuu

Showering with Katsuki   @quitesins

Calls  @itgetzweird08

NOSY BOYFRIEND   @yourstrulyaiko

Study Sesh  @katszumi

Every Universe  @sorrowfulrosebud

Keeping Secrets  @sukimii

Shared Beds  @tootiecakes234

Lipgloss  @cashmoneyyysstuff

Good Stuff  @sttm99

Christmas  @katszumi

Staring  @katszumi

Tipsy Flirting  @katszumi

The plot twist of admiration  @chiyuuchu

Bakugo with the kids  @lowkeyremi

scary? my god, you’re divine.   @phant0mth1ef

BAKU-CHAN!  @wolvwa

Secretly Dating @simplybakugou

𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖   @simp-for-mha-men

took out the garbage  @bakugou-tm

DUMB BITCH !!  @bfbkg

politician!yn x prohero!bkg   @bfbkg

PERMANENT INK  @liv-loves-mic

Make-up  @kingkatsuki

DYNAMIGHT ON HOT ONES  @bfbkg

Drunk bakugou  @bfbkg

PDA  @bfbkg

Special Guests  @bfbkg

attention  @bfbkg

in your element  @bfbkg

Strawberry lipgloss  @pretty-sparkle-bomb

dicked down  @citrustsuki

secret wife  @watu2ka

burgundy markings  @watu2ka

compilation  @lilacgaby

baby, you're the reason i quit drinking @eijirousbaby

husband!bakugou thinks you’re a hypocrite  @seumyo

Angst:

I BET ON LOSING DOGS  @abilouwrites

WRINGING MY HANDS IN MY LAP @abilouwrites

always with you   @skitzrep

Cheater  @sorrowfulrosebud

9:17 pm   @hajiberry

calling katsuki  @kaidabakugou

running into your ex  @ba9go

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭  @todoscript

SUNSETS, I WANNA HEAR YOUR VOICE   @abilouwrites

we need to talk  @katszumi

Both:

Bakugou’s birthday  @catzula

Accidental Sex  @antiwhores

OPEN ARMS. (includes slight smut) @suhkusa

A three-day heartbreak  @shinazugawaswife

bakugo x severely injured reader   @writingpiecesak

to be katsuki's  @ba9go

The smell of dirt, dust, and suit.   @antiwhores

Worrying  @lowkeyremi

Fake Dating  @rueclfer

we passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago  @bfbkg

i don't care if you're contagious  @ba9go

𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠 ?   @kitkat13001

Smut/Suggestive:

Porsche  @pastelbakugou

freek-a-leek  @ilylovelyz

katsuki's favourite camgirl  @minkoq

2 horny 2 function  @minkoq

First time makin out with Bakugo  @hxltic

we really shouldn’t be doing this  @katszumi

just spend a day fucking @nohoney

printed in crimson  @writteninkat

Special Forces  @writteninkat

This a good time?  @writteninkat

It isn't that tiring  @writteninkat

Camera on  @writteninkat

Thigh highs  @writteninkat

Drunken haze  @sukimii

getting glued to katsuki bakugou  @frickingnerd

bitchy girls  @sttm99

Unnamed   @sttm99

Late Night Training   @shinazugawaswife

Only Dumb For You  @wwwcapricorncom

morning after  @bfbkg

COMING TOGETHER  @bfbkg

First Time for Everything  @lilithbasically

slow dancing in the dark.   @phant0mth1ef

seven minutes in… heaven?   @elssero

another stupid party game   @elssero

All rights reserved © l0vrgir1-2025.  Do not copy, translate, or repost my works or layouts.

[itgetzweird08]

If Love is an open door…then keep that mother fucker closed

OR

Three times Bakugo Katsuki refused to confess his feelings for you, and the one time he thought he would die if he didn’t

(Gender neutral y/n)

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“Come on, Bakubro, what’s stopping you?”

Kaminari pestered as he poked Bakugo’s bicep repeatedly. “He’s /scared/,” Mina teased with a giggle, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. Bakugo scoffed, scooting away from Kaminari’s poking and sneering at Mina’s goo-goo eyes. “I ain’t scared of shit. I just said it was a waste of time.” 

Kirishima shrugged, “I don’t know, man, I think they’re into you. And you’re clearly into them. Plus, we’re third years. If there was a time to make a move, it should probably be now.” Bakugo rolled his eyes at his closest friend, his lip curling upwards. “That’s exactly why I’m not doing this shit. We’re third years. Come this time next year, I’ll be focused on being number one. I don’t have time for feelings or whatever the hell. I’m here to be a damn hero, not some romantic. I don’t need someone dragging me down- especially not y/n” 

Mina lightly punched Bakugo’s arm, her eyebrows furrowing. “Hey! Even if you don’t want to date them, even though I know you do, don’t be mean! Y/n is a great person! Clearly, you don’t know them if you think they, of all people, would hold you back from getting what you want.” Sero nodded as much as he could, hanging from the thick branch above them. “Mina’s right! And Y/N is gunning for that spot too, just like you.” Bakugo rolled his eyes again, looking away from his friends and towards where you sat with Izuku, Todoroki, and Ida. “Yeah…I know.” 

“Okay, so…what’s the big deal then?” Bakugo shrugged his shoulders, dropping them as if an extra ten pounds was resting on top of them. “I don’t fucking know! I mean, Y/N is amazing. They’re smart, talented, and funny. And they fucking get me- they aren’t as quick to judge me like everyone else. I just wouldn’t want to scare them away or hold them back. I’m doing them a favor by not saying anything.” 

“But that’s not fair!” The alien girl huffed, falling back onto the picnic blanket they sat on. The boys all side-eyed her dramatics before following suit, Bakugo being the last to lie with his friends and look at the blue sky. “I mean, you don’t know how they feel! I know you want to protect them from you or whatever, even though as your best friend-“ “Hey!” “Sorry, Kiri- best /girl/ friend I don’t think there’s anything to protect them from, but regardless, that’s not your choice to make. They don’t see you as some monster!” She ended her ramblings with a pout, watching as clouds seemed to float across the sky. 

“Mina is right, man,” Kiri backed his friend, “you never know unless you try!” 

“Yeah, man! Plus, you are the only one Y/N asks to take care of that fish in their room. They don’t even trust Koda with him, and he knows everything about animals!” And it was true. In your first year, you won the little goldfish at the school festival, and the little bastard was still kicking. Bakugo helped you name him, calling the small creature a ‘little bastard’ when he first saw it. Now, you call him Bass for short. Since Bakugo helped to name it, you thought it only fair that he helped take on a parenting role with the fish as well.

 So whenever you weren’t able to perform your fish guardian duties, Bakugo was always the first one you asked. He took his role very seriously, making sure to play with the fish and would even study in your room next to him so he wouldn’t be lonely. Hell, when neither of you could be there, he would leave on river sounds. ‘Maybe the sound of his old home helps him chill the fuck out or some shit,’ he explained to you. Now, you did the same.

Despite all of this, though, Bakugou still refused to confess. He didn’t want to burden you with him. 

“Whatever. Come on, we got homework and shit.”

—-

“Merry Christmas!”

Confetti poppers shot colored paper into the air with a bang as class 3-A stood together in the dorms. 

As everyone celebrated, dressing in Santa suits and custom hats like they did every year, Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at you. Your smile was radiant as you cheered and hugged other classmates, reveling in your last Christmas as a class. Your ‘ugly’ sweater, in his eyes, made you even more beautiful as the color complemented your soft skin. Your laugh rang out like jingle bells, and Bakugou swore that your joy was the greatest Christmas gift in the world. 

“You’re staring~” Kirishima sing-whispered to him, causing the explosion hero to jump. The glare that followed wasn’t as menacing as it usually would be. Your image was still at the forefront of his mind. How could he be irritated at anything when he could feel the warmth of your happiness from across the room?

“I’m not staring,” he denied, huffing and rolling his eyes. “I’m observing.” 

“I hope you’re observing to figure out a good time to confess,” Sero said, a sly smirk on his face. This time, Bakugou’s glare was sharper as he slapped Sero upside his head. “Shut the hell up, I’m not confessing shit.” He snapped, keeping his voice low. 

“Come on, bro! This would be the perfect time! You could confess in the snow,” Kiri said, tilting his head toward the sliding back door, where snow had covered the campus in a layer of soft powder. “Or find a mistletoe! I know Mineta set up some around the dorm.” Sero chimed. “Or-” “Shut the hell up!”

Bakugou cut the two boys off, fed up with the comments. “I already said I’m not confessing shit. I don’t want to ruin the Christmas party for them. Look at them,” his eyes found your figure, now that you had a cup of hot cocoa in your hands. You nodded at something Shinsou said, taking a sip of your warm drink.

Kirishima and Sero looked at each other before rolling their eyes. 

“What makes you think you would ruin the party for them? Do you think you’ll get rejected?”

Bakugou didn’t answer, though the light shade of crimson filling his cheeks seemed to be enough of one.

“Why wouldn’t they like you, man?” Kiri exclaimed, “Well-” Sero closed his mouth when Kiri gave him a look. “You’re brave, strong, smart, even kind when you want to be! You’ve faced a literal demon lord, and literally died, but all of a sudden, fear of rejection is what’s stopping you?”

Kirishima had the slightest point, Bakugou thought. But then the picture of your face distorting into disgust, into judgment, popped into his mind. He was terrified, scared that if he confessed, the way his body felt like it was floating every time you said his name, you would not only not return his feelings, but despise him for feeling them.

“My answer two months ago hasn’t changed,” Bakugou said gruffly. “I’m protecting-” “Yourself?” “...them. I’m protecting them.”

—-

“Happy Graduation Day!” 

Mina cheered, kicking open Bakugou’s dorm door. Kirishima, Sero, and Denki sat on the floor in the room, wrinkling their freshly pressed suits.

“Kick in my door again, and I’ll kick your ass.” Bakugou snarked, glancing at Mira through his mirror. Though his tone held no malice. It was hard for even him to have an attitude on such a special day. The day they officially graduated from UA, and became official heroes. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Mina waved him off, coming further into the room. 

“I can’t believe it! We’re actually graduating!” Denki beamed, small sparks coming off of his blonde hair. “I can’t believe /you’re/ graduating either!” Sero joked, to which Denki shoved him. Kiri and Mina laughed as Mira took a seat on the floor beside her new boyfriend, kissing his cheek. 

Bakugou watched through the mirror, his heart tugging just a bit. For the smallest second, your face flashed across his mind. He never acted on impulse. He always analyzed a situation, calculating everything in order to get the best possible outcome, a total victory. But his feet began moving before his brain could catch up, and by the time it did, he was already in front of your dorm door, his knuckles tapping against the wood. 

He considered turning around or lying once you opened the door. But as soon as he saw your face, all bright and beaming, your hair done up in a more formal style, your uniform that he had seen ten thousand times looking better than he had ever seen it before. What was that thing Denki always said? Oh yeah.

Fuck it, we ball.

“I have something to tell you” “I have something to tell you” 

You both smiled at each other, Bakugou chuckling softly. “You go first.” He told you, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Maybe if he covered his chest, you wouldn’t be able to see the way his heart was thundering inside his ribcage. 

“I just got off the phone with the U.S.H.A., the US’s hero commission, and they offered me an internship!” 

The usual color that seemed to flood his worldview every time you spoke drained in an instant. His mouth became dry, his body cold. But you were so excited that you didn’t notice. “I get to hop on a flight to New York in two days! The turnaround is super sudden, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and-” You stopped talking, noticing the way his face had hardened.

“Bakugou? What’s wro-” “Nothing.” His body went stiff, and his tone was sharper than he intended. He took a deep breath, clearing his throat as he tried to put on his best smile. “ I’m happy for you, y/n.” 

You could see right through him, though, as you always could. You were the first one to call him on his bullshiw when he had that whole bravado act going on. You had always seemed to be able to see what was in his heart since the beginning, which is one of the things he loved most about you. But before you could say something, his back was turned, and he was walking back to his own dorm. 

“Baku-” “Y/N!” Ochako, your neighbor across the hall, came out of her room. “Can you help me with my tie? I think I’m so nervous that I can’t tie it properly.” Your eyes tore from Bakugou’s retreating form to Ochako’s round face, as a soft smile graced your features. As you walked over to help your friend, you couldn’t help but replay Bakugou’s face in your mind. It broke your heart. 

—---

“You’re quieter than usual.”

You said, your head turning from the window to look at Bakugou. He shrugged, eyes focused on the traffic ahead. “I’m focusing on the road, I figured you’d want to make it to the airport alive.” 

You smiled, knowing he meant no ill will despite his sarcasm. “Uh huh.. Well, while I do appreciate you glaring down every other driver on the street, I also know when something is up. You’ve been weird ever since graduation day. What’s been going on with you?”

Bakugou huffed, and though his face didn’t change, you instantly noticed how his hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. 

“Nothing.”

“Want to try that again, boombox?”

His side-eye at the nickname was quick but sharp. You knew he hated that nickname. You only used it when you wanted to provoke him. And it always worked. He had tried to avoid telling you answers to the questions you asked in the early days, yet you always had a way of pulling the truth out of him. He would call it your second quirk. 

“...You’re leaving.” The words were solid. He was just stating a simple fact. “I’ve spent the last four years with you. Even fought a war with you, and now you’re moving halfway across the world. It’s hard.” 

Your brain tended to move a million miles a minute. Usually, you only focused on the bigger picture, and this situation was no different. You were so excited about the new opportunity, this new step in your life, that your brain hadn’t fully processed the fact that you would be leaving not only your friends and family behind, but the one person you trusted with everything in the world.

It hit you like a train, then. 

All you could muster was a soft “Oh”. 

The car went silent then. You stared straight ahead, too, watching the airport quickly come into view. Tears welled up in your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheeks. “Ah hell- what the fuck are you crying for?” Bakugo asked, concerned. 

“I don’t want to go anymore,” you sobbed, rubbing at your eyes. “I don’t want to leave you, or our friends, or my parents, I don’t want to leave Japan!” 

He blinked at you, his own mind trying to figure out what to say. “Listen to me,” he said, his tone soft but leaving no room for discussion. “You are the most talented, inspiring, and heroic person I know. If any motherfucker deserved this opportunity, it’s you. You didn’t work your ass off at UA just to back out now. You’re going to go, get on that plane, fly to the US, and show that godforsaken country what a true hero looks like. Do you understand?”

You didn’t know what to say. Your tears had slowed, as you were stunned into silence. So, he asked again.

“You got that, y/n?”

You swallowed, and a wavering grin crossed your lips. “Yeah… yeah, I got it.”

Since day one, Bakugou had always been the one to light that fire in you. You remembered when he found you after Mr. Aizawa’s first ‘hero test. While you didn’t come in last and were saved from “expulsion”, you were in the bottom five. It was a major blow to your ego, and when the classroom had cleared out at the end of the day, you stayed at your desk to bawl your eyes out. 

Bakugou had forgotten his headphones at his desk and came back to get them when he found you. He made fun of you, calling you weak and a crybaby, saying that if you were going to cry like a bitch then you didn’t deserve to handle it. From that moment on, you made it your mission to prove him wrong. You would’ve never expected to become such good friends with him a year later, spending almost every night together before curfew hit, becoming study buddies, and telling him everything in your head. 

He was your rock, inspiration, and someone you could always rely on.

And when he looked at you with that half smile, your heart and mind were instantly lighter. How lucky you were to have him in your life. How fortunate you were to love someone so deeply. Because you did love him, you had since he agreed to watch Bass for the first time. But you kept your feelings to yourself, focusing on your education and future, and not wanting to be a roadblock in Bakugou’s pursuit of number one. 

“Bakugou-” “We’re here.”

Sure enough, the car was parked in front of the entrance to the bustling airport. Bakugou got out of the car, going to the trunk to grab your bags (like the gentleman he is), while you collected yourself in the front seat. He came and opened your door, and when you stepped out, you were immediately engulfed in a hug. He smelled like burnt caramel and firewood and vanilla. You buried your face in his chest, holding him just as tight as he was holding you. But eventually, his grip around you loosened, and you both took a step back.

“Show them what the hell you can do.”

You smiled at him, grabbed your suitcase, and walked toward the airport.

Bakugou had only felt pain like this once, when he defeated All for One that rainy night during the war. When his heart was ripped in two, his arm was shattered, and his legs felt like jelly. He would relive that again and again, if it meant he would never have to relive the way his heart shattered while you walked away from him. All he could think about was the memories you had made together. When you whispered to each other in the library during late-night study sessions about being heroes together. How your agencies would collaborate, how you would go back and forth on the hero chart, battling it out for a top spot.

And the more his mind raced, the faster his feet began to move. There was no stopping, no second-guessing. He was a hero, damnit. Since when was he afraid of anything? He knew that fear, the fear of not knowing what could happen next, the staunch realization that anything can change in the smallest moment. He had to take the chance.

He was fully running when the door of the airport opened, when he yelled your name, and when he caught up to you, sweeping you up into a kiss. 

If love is an open door, he would rip that motherfucker off the hinges if it meant you were waiting for him on the other side. 

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Damn, that was long as shit- I wrote this in one night after remembering that the first paragraph was just sitting in my drafts. I've been really burnt out recently, with college and work and just life, so why not come back to old reliable? The ending was a bit rushed, since it's 2am and my brain is on fumes, but I hope yall liked it!

[itgetzweird08]

queen where did u go 💔

I got three jobs and college gang, my black ass done went and died 😭 yall gon have to wait til this next season come out and I get some inspo…cuz the tank? Very VERY much empty

[itgetzweird08]

I love discourse on Christmas 🤭

[itgetzweird08]

one two three four

katsuki bakugo x Gn!reader

One week later

T-Minus three weeks until the dance

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 “Good Morning!” 

For so early in the morning, the rat principal was very cheerful. The same couldn’t be said for his human climbing tree. Mr. Aizawa stood slouched, eyes dark and face heavy with lack of sleep. Nezu sat snuggly in the binding cloths on the tired man’s shoulder. Mitsuki had only spoken to the principal on a handful of occasions, and she always thought he was very…unique. But he was damn good at his job, and he really cared about his students. That's why Mitsuki had such a good feeling about the request she was about to make, despite it being such a large one. 

“‘Morning. Thanks for meeting with me, I know your schedules are probably packed with everything going on around here.”

Nezu smiled cheerfully at the woman, waving a paw in dismissal. “Nonsense! I’m always happy to meet with a parent, especially you, Mrs. Bakugo. Young Bakugo is an amazing student and has done a lot for the country. We owe him a lot. Now, let’s get into the conference room. From the summary of your reason for meeting that you gave me, I figured it would be best that the rest of the faculty joined us as well.”

The three walked into the conference room, with Mitsuki taking a seat at the head of the table. Around the table sat the UA teachers, Hounddog, and Hawks. While initially shocked by his presence, she realized that it made sense. In her email to Nezu, she mentioned that the subject of the meeting had to do with bending an international rule, and Hawks had a lot of contact with other countries as the new head of the Hero Commission.  She was grateful he was here, as she knew he had a particular soft spot for Katsuki. If she remembered correctly, he called him “A little asshole with a lot of spunk”. She thought it was a fair statement.

After exchanging greetings and pleasantries, and accepting a cup of tea from Present Mic, she began the meeting.

“Thank you all for being here. I recognize that you all are busy so I’m gonna try and make this quick,” Mitsuki sat up straighter, folding her hands together as she looked around the table. “A couple of years ago, Katsuki met another hero student at the I-Expo. They stayed in contact for a while, got really close, and eventually started dating. They care for each other, a lot. They talk every night and are a huge pillar of support for one another. So much so that,” 

Mitsuki found herself getting choked up. She always did when she thought about the possibility that she would have to deliver that letter to you. She cleared her throat, taking a breath. She hated crying, especially in front of people. After a moment, she continued.

“Right before the war, Katsuki gave me a box to send them in case something happened to him. He truly cares about them. On that note, as you all know, the Spring Dance is coming up. Despite what most people think, Katsuki actually enjoys dressing up. I thought he would be excited about the dance, but he wasn’t. In fact, he’s dreading it. All his friends have been talking about are their dates, and Katsuki refuses to take anyone but them. Now, for my request. Katsuki died for this country. This is his last chance for some fun before graduating and becoming a real pro. So please,” she bowed deeply as she spoke. Mitsuki had a lot of pride and was known for rarely ever apologizing or bowing to anyone. But Katsuki deserved to be happy. She just wanted her kid to be okay.

“Please allow them to attend as Katsuki’s date. I can give you records, letters of recommendation, and even character statements. They are a great kid and an even better student. They would cause no trouble. I just want Katsuki to be happy.”

The room was silent as all of the staff looked at Mitsuki. They then looked at each other, all thinking the same thing. Finally, Hawks broke the silence. “To be honest with you, Mrs. Bakugo, this is a complicated situation. Other countries still don’t have a particularly great view of Japan. Trying to convince them that they should allow a pardon, just for a school dance? Realistically, it’s damn near impossible,” Mitsuki felt her heart sink, a disappointed sigh leaving her. Well, at least no one could say she didn’t tr- 

“However, you make a very compelling point. Young Bakugo saved not only Japan but the rest of the world. He is, without a doubt, a hero. I make you no promises on what the rest of the commission or international board might say, but I can promise that I will advocate for Bakugou and get you an answer before the end of the week.” 

Mitsuki broke out into a rare, wide, sincere grin. She bowed once more to the room, bending deeply.

“Thank you all.”

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It was about 15 minutes before your usual morning talk with Katsuki when you got the call. Before the war, Katsuki gave you his parents' contact info in case of an emergency. You had only spoken to them on a handful of occasions, wishing them a happy birthday or anniversary, shouting ‘Hello!’ when you were on the phone and Katsuki was at home. But you had never really spoken to them one-on-one until Mitsuki called you.

You answered without hesitation, disregarding your normal early morning TikTok scroll. Something had to be wrong for her to call you, you figured. Your voice was frantic when you answered. “Hello? Is everything alright Mrs. Bakugou? Is Katsu-“

“Chillax kid! Jeez!” 

You blinked, confused at her tone. Okay, so clearly there wasn’t an emergency. 

“I’m sorry, I thought something was wrong. You’ve never called before-“ 

“Sorry, I should make more of a habit of calling my future daughter in law” 

You chose to ignore her comment. “So..if there’s no emergency, not to be rude, why are you calling?” You could picture her shit-eating grin in your head, knowing it was where Katsuki had gotten it from. 

“Well…I spoke to Hawks, you know the head of the hero commission here in Japan, he spoke with your government and pulled some strings…how would you like to be Katsuki’s date to the Spring dance?”

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I’m having trouble tagging some of yall 😔. Anyways sorry this is so late, uni has been beating me into the floor 😭

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[tsukimirecs]

mha // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

bakugou katsuki

defiant say it with your hands darling it's better (down where it's wetter) statistically significant how to set fires mr. fixer upper the red of fate meets the blue of twitter verification

shoto todoroki

if i could keep cool break the glass (in case of emergency) something new strawberry scented dreams flare loads of fun mr. tokyo beat hottest hero

dabi / touya todoroki

not a proposal an arsonist's lullaby running errands i'm melting in your eyes, like the first time that i caught fire (just stay with me, lay with me now) it's conditional laundromat

hawks / takami keigo

lay low take it slow birb puns crawl home to me paper cranes little bird no need

eijiro kirishima

the marionettist would you like me to stay forever revenge paws for panic red crush culture in one kiss, you'll know all i haven't said

denki kaminari

body electric streams truth or dare seven minutes of humor in your arms why are you so pretty?

[mooserattler]

Reblog this picture of me holding a Family Size box of Honey Nut Cheerios? I’d really appreciate it.

[moonblossom]

How can I say no to such a great photo and such a polite request?

[allthelittlebeagles]

i will always support this post

[freshrosemary-deactivated202303]

@mooserattler back on my dash!

[jjflow]

Why isn’t this at a million notes, yet, Dante???

[mooserattler]

I’m not sure. Hey lovely people who have taken me over half way to a cool million! If you’d like to reblog again, I’d love that, if not, I still love you, and hope you’re having a great day. I’m gonna go do some stand up tonight.

[bidoof]

god come on we’re so close. this is like the only meaningful thing that this website could ever achieve

[void-the-bear]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame this post is from 2015

[zeemczed]

And we’re still reblogging it. Because we can. Because this picture of a guy holding a Family-Size box of Honey Nut Cheerios meant something, even if we’re never going to be sure of what.

[itgetzweird08]

one two three four

katsuki bakugo x Gn!reader

“What's up your ass?”

Mitsuki asked her son as she tailored his suit. It was the weekend, which meant he was at home. While he was there his mother insisted on fitting him for his suit, despite the dance being a month away. “Nothing hag, stay out of my damn-“ Katsuki didn’t even finish his sentence before his mom smacked him in the back of his head. “WHO YOU CALLIN HAG? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Katsuki’s palm’s sparked in anger but before he could retaliate, his father chimed in from the desk in the corner of his parents’ work room. “Katsuki, we can tell when something’s wrong. What is it, son?” His dad’s eyes were soft, and Katsuki (reluctantly) backed down. He always had a soft spot for his dad. “Nothing- I just think this dance is fucking pointless.”

Mitsuki tilted her head in confusion as she fiddled with Katsuki’s pant leg. “Why? You fuckin love dressing up, as much as you pretend not to. You are our son after all.” and that was true, being the son of two of Japan’s most popular designers did make Katsuki have a passion for fashion. While he did prefer street wear, he appreciated a good suit every once in a while.

“Cuz y/n won’t be here to be my date and I ain’t taking no one else. Plus, even if I wanted to, half the class is paired up already. Better off not even fuckin going”

it was rare to see Katsuki pout, but this was one of the rare times he would do so. He always pouted when he thought about how far away from him you were. If he thought about how much he missed you for too long, he would try to busy himself with something else. It made him pretty productive, actually. Your face popping up on his mind a bit too much? He does his homework early to distract himself. When his heart is calling for you? He heads to the gym and blasts music in his ears to drown out the wistful thinking. But he couldn’t do that right now. All he can do now is stand here and wish for your presence.

Katsuki had told his parents about you right before the war. Actually, if he had died during the battle, he made them swear that they would give you his favorite skull tshirt and a letter he wrote. Luckily though, while it was a close call, that never had to happen. But since then, you’ve talked to his parents a few times. His mom, to your surprise, was especially fond of you and would always ask Katsuki about you when they saw him. It didn’t bother him though, he would take any excuse to talk and brag about his person.

“It’s a shame y/n won’t be able to be there, but you shouldn’t throw away the whole dance because of it. Plus I’m sure it would break their heart if they found out you weren’t going because of them.” Masaru told his son softly, only earning a shrug in response. Katsuki knew his father was right, but he was still disappointed. Mitsuki stood up and ruffled Katsuki’s hair, which earned her a glare that she completely ignored. “Have fun at the dance, brat. That way, you can tell y/n all about it when it’s over.”

———

After Katsuki had gone back to the dorms, Misaru and Mitsuki sat together on the couch. Misaru held his wife close, playing with her blonde, spikey hair as Drag Race played on the television. While her husband was locked into the show, Mistuki couldn’t focus. In fact, her mind was completely elsewhere. She couldn’t help the way her heart ached for her son. As often as they butt heads and argued, he was her only child and her baby. He had been through so much in the past three years, and she only wanted the best for him. She was always so supportive of his hopes and dreams, and only wanted him to be happy. He deserved it. It pissed her off that even during a time for celebration and happiness, her son would still be upset because he couldn’t bring the person he cared for most.

As the commercials rolled, Mitsaru looked down at his wife, and pressed a soft kiss to her head. “What’s wrong?” He asked her, earning a grumble in response as she looked up at him. “M’just thinkin bout Katsuki… it ain’t fair that he’s put his entire fuvking life on the line to save the damn country, hell the world even, but he can’t have this one thing. I just…” she sighed heavily, yet Misaru understood. He reflected her feelings as well. He wanted Katsuki to be happy with his friends at this party. Gears in his head began to turn, as between him and his wife, he was the problem solver. He used logic and empathy to solve issues, as Mitsuki usually charged in head first.

After a moment though, a light bulb went off in his head. “Mitsuki…have we asked if she can’t come? I mean, I’m sure Principal Nezu would understand. All Might as well, he’s fond of Katsuki and has a lot of connections. We should see if anything can be done!”

Mitsuki was silent for a bit as she thought about the suggestion, and eventually sat up and turned to Misaru. She beamed brightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I knew I married you for a reason. I can send Nezu an email and set up the meeting…but let’s keep this from the brat for now, I don’t wanna get his hopes up.”

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A/N: a little shorter but next chapter is pretty long! FYI, in the back of my mind, reader is the same reader from my endeavor’s secret daughter one shot. But that’s just me!! It’s not required to read that to enjoy this, it’s just a fun little tid bit. I’m gonna try and finish this mini series within a week because I have to move into my dorm in a couple weeks. Lmk if you want to be tagged going forward!

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[itgetzweird08]

can i have this dance? k. bakugo x gn!reader

one two three

“Mmm I like the black jacket more”

Katsuki hums softly at your answer as he holds the suit jacket up to his chest. He scoffs, tossing it haphazardly on the bed before flopping down on top of it. He held his phone above his face at arm's length, staring at your face through the screen as you ate your cereal. “This is fucking stupid” he complains softly and you giggle as he moans and groans, chewing your breakfast.

“It’s not stupid Kats, it’s a dance! And technically, it's your first high school dance. If you ask me it’s long overdue.”

That part was true. It was the first formal UA has hosted in the past three years. Usually, there was a dance twice a year: one during the Christmas festival and the other during the spring semester. It was exclusive to students and staff as everyone dressed to the nines and had a good time celebrating the holiday season and the loveliness of spring. Katsuki grew up hearing about it, and sort of looked forward to them. But due to the League and AFO, class 3-A never got to experience one. Until now.

Japan was slowly returning to normal after the events of the war a year prior, and to celebrate the students after all of their hard work and sacrifices, Nezu had finally cleared the spring formal to take place just a few months before graduation. When the class got the news, they were thrilled and even Katsuki had to admit that he was the tiniest bit excited. That was until Mina mentioned that they were all gonna have to find dates- then his balloon popped. He only wanted one person to be his date at any event, and that was you. Unfortunately, you were halfway across the world. This is why as you sat at your breakfast nook munching on Frosted Flakes, Bakugo laid on his comforter in his pajamas in preparation for bed. You called each other almost every day and when one of the first things he told you was the news about the dance, you begged to see his suit options. That’s what led you here, keeping him up two hours past his bedtime as he gave you a little fashion show. But he didn’t mind. He would explode the planet to make you smile, and he valued your opinion. He just wished you were there to give it in person.

“Yeah I guess,” he huffed and sat up, putting his suit back in his closet, turning off his ceiling light, and getting beneath his comforter. “I just don’t see the fucking point in going.” You raised an eyebrow at him and frowned. You knew he was excited, you could tell because of how fast he told you the news when you called. But now he seemed disappointed. “Why not?” You pried softly, trying to get to the root of the problem as he pouted. His room was dark, so you couldn’t see his entire face, but you could hear in the way he spoke that his bottom lip was slightly jutted out in disappointment. “Raccoon eyes was talking about everyone getting dates and shit…and you aren’t here.”

Your heart broke a little and your eyes stung a bit. He wasn’t upset that he had to go to the dance..he was upset that you wouldn’t be there to accompany him. “Oh baby…I’m so sorry” you whispered. All he did was shrug and grumble to himself, which is what he did when he didn’t want to outright tell you he was sad. “You know I would love to be your date Katsuki…I wouldn’t want to be anything more. But I can’t..we both know that.”

While Japan was making leaps and bounds in its recovery, its reputation in the eyes of other countries was still extremely damaged. After the death of Star and Stripe, all travel to Japan was halted indefinitely in your country. Not to mention, due to the aftermath of America’s number one’s death, as a hero student, you had to fight against the villains that tried to take advantage of the gap she left behind. Between the travel ban and your responsibilities, not to mention general travel costs, there was no possible chance you would be able to accompany Katsuki.

“Yeah, I know…just wish I could dance with you, that’s all. Wanna see you all dressed up and shit.”

All you could do was smile sadly at the camera and muster as much hope as you could for the both of you. “Maybe one day…especially since we’re both graduating soon.”

It was silent for a moment, both of you sitting in your own disappointment. You glanced at the clock, seeing the time and knowing that it was way past the time Katsuki usually slept, so he must be exhausted. But before you let him go, you just had to ask.

"Kats...can you even dance?"

His face filled the screen, eyebrows pulled together in offense. "HUH? What the fuck are you talking about?" You couldn't help but smile at him, and the heaviness of the prior conversation lifted off both of your shoulders. "I'm just asking!" " Of course I can dance! The fuck do you take me for??" "Okay prove it!"

Before he could respond, Katsuki yawned and you took that as your cue. You gave him a warm smile, depsite the fact that he was still glaring at you. " You can show me your moves tommorrow-" " m'not showing you shit-' "Tomorrow! I want to see what you got! Now go to bed, I'll text you later. Love you!"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. But seeing how goofy and happy you were made him smile slightly. " Love you too. Talk later."

[itgetzweird08]

Rules

these are subject to change but for now, here are the requirements for submitting a request. please read through this before going into the yapping corner!

1: no racist, homophobic, or fatphobic asks. I tolerate none of it

2: no requests involving self-harm, as I don’t feel comfortable writing that yet. I don’t think I’ll be able to do it justice just yet but this is subject to change

3:no requests involving ED as that is a very sensitive subject for me

4: please be patient! I have ADHD as well as classes, and I move pretty slowly when writing. But I promise that the final product is worth it!

[itgetzweird08]

About Me

Hi! My name is Zoe and I am the owner of this blog! I’m black, bisexual, 19, and a current journalism major with a minor in studio art. I’m in a lot of different fandoms with my favorites being My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Fairy Tail, and Twilight (I can't escape). I also love musical theater and music in general. A lot of my writing is often inspired by the music I listen to. I mainly listen to RnB, hip hop, and pop with my favorite artists being SZA, Beyonce, Megan Thee Stallion, Chappell Roan, and Victoria Monet. 

I’ve been writing since I was four, and I’ve been writing fanfiction since I was 13. My first fic was a Marvel book of one-shots on Wattpad (which are long dead and buried and never to be seen again). Since then, I’ve been working on my skills and my craft, hoping to improve my writing and capture the hundreds of little ideas dancing in my head. I hope you all enjoy reading my writing as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!

[itgetzweird08]

Masterlist

My Hero Academia

✿.｡.:* ☆::. Bakugou K. .::.☆*.:｡.✿

Multi Parts

chamomile confessions

one two three

can i have this dance

one two three four

One shots

two hearts, a thousand miles

my weakness

stuck

if love is an open door…then keep that mother fucker closed

Blurbs

we become we

childhood sweethearts / prince!bakugo

catch!

Headcanons

[candycandy00]

The Visitors (Dabi x Reader)

Dabi is in prison and refusing to speak to anyone, even his family. Until you visit him, bringing a surprise bundled in your arms.

Fem Reader. Sex is mentioned but there’s no detailed smut. Divider by @benkeibear

You and Touya were not in love. The two of you just happened to turn to each other occasionally when you were both horny and bored. You were a cook working at the villa for the PLF. He was a villain who showed up sporadically, always seeming to have secrets. But you always went into the kitchen, no matter what hour he showed up, and fixed him something to eat that wouldn’t upset his sensitive stomach. That’s how it started. 

Touya didn’t love you. You didn’t love him. But on the night before the huge attack on the hero school, what everyone was cryptically calling “the final battle”, you went to his room. 

He turned you away at first. He didn’t want to lose focus. But you’d stood rooted to the spot in his doorway, your eyes glassy as if you were about to cry. 

Even you didn’t know where the emotion came from. He was just a guy you slept with sometimes. But your voice sounded small and fragile when you said, “I just have this feeling… that I’ll never see you again after tonight.”

Touya looked at you, met your gaze, and asked, “That would bother you?”

Maybe he was being sarcastic, but you gave him a genuine answer. 

“I don’t want you to die.”

He’d looked away from you then, but invited you into his room. You spent the night in his bed, being fucked more gently than usual, and he was gone before you woke up the next morning. 

During the battle, you only crossed Touya’s mind once. He didn’t think about the many nights spent thrusting into you, or how your naked body seemed to glow in the moonlight that filtered in through his window. No, the one time you entered his rage-addled thoughts, he only saw your teary face in his doorway. 

After the fight was over, after the most grievous of Touya’s injuries had been repaired and he was, basically, left in a similar shape to when he originally joined the League of Villains, he was put in prison. 

Several different people tried to talk to him, or rather, get him to talk. A parade of therapists, investigators, psychologists, and other professionals were brought in to speak with Touya, but he wouldn’t utter a word. Even when his mom and his siblings came to see him, he sat in the visitation room, a quirk inhibiting collar around his neck and his arms in cuffs, completely silent. He had nothing to say to them or anyone else. He was simply waiting to die. 

Sometimes, lying awake in his cold and empty cell at night, his thoughts would turn to you. He would remember your skin soft and warm against his, your body trembling with pleasure beneath him, your hands in his hair. 

And then, inevitably, he would remember your face from that final night together, your quiet voice telling him you didn’t want him to die. 

He didn’t know why those words seemed to cling to his consciousness, to haunt him like a phantom. The two of you were never even a couple. He didn’t love you, and you didn’t love him. 

… Right?

Many months after his incarceration, after everyone had given up on getting Touya to speak, his youngest brother showed up out of the blue. 

“I’ve brought someone to see you,” Shouto told him. “She contacted me a few days ago. I think you’ll want to hear what she has to say.”

With that, Shouto left the room, and someone else stepped in. 

Touya’s eyes widened slightly when he saw that you were his visitor. He never imagined you would come to see him. Visiting someone in this prison wasn’t an easy task. But what surprised him even more than your presence was what you carried in your arms. 

A bundle of soft pink blankets that quivered with movement. 

“Touya,” you said, sitting in a chair across a metal table from him, “they said you haven’t spoken since… the battle. But I had to see you. I had to show you…”

Your voice trailed off as you shifted the tiny bundle and gently pulled the blankets back so that Touya could see the infant in your arms. 

His eyes shifted to the baby, then quickly away, as if he couldn’t bear to look at her. 

“I named her Aoi. She was born two weeks ago,” you told him, desperate for him to say something, to acknowledge you. After several minutes of silence passed, during which Touya wouldn’t even look up, you sighed and started to stand up. 

“Is she mine?”

The voice startled you. It had been so long since you’d heard it last. You lowered yourself back into the chair. 

“Of course she is. Just look at her.”

Touya’s gaze flicked back to your arms, his eyes finally focusing on the child. That deep red hair, just like his when he was a child, those bright blue eyes… there was no denying her. He knew, without question, that this was his daughter. 

His immediate, gut reaction was horror. He’d had zero intentions of becoming a father. He didn’t want to perpetuate the cycle of abuse and hatred his father had inflicted on him. 

But once the horror subsided, another emotion took its place. Something strange and nebulous, unfamiliar but warm. He’d never felt this emotion before, so he couldn’t attach a name to it. 

He looked you in the face, finally, and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t ever bring her here again,” he said harshly. “This place is dangerous. A guard was killed last week when someone tried to escape. For fuck’s sake, why did they let you bring a baby in here?”

You blinked, surprised by his reaction. “Your brother pulled some strings, I think. He escorted me in.”

Touya sighed. “Okay. Well, don’t bring her back unless Shouto is with you.”

He didn’t know very much about his youngest sibling, but he did know Shouto was strong, and was a hero who would defend a mother and baby with his life. 

You smiled with relief. “So you want to see her again? See me again?”

Touya’s face stiffened, just then realizing how transparent he’d been. He shrugged. “If you want to visit, that’s up to you. Don’t blame me if she has nightmares later.”

“Do you want to get a closer look?” you asked him. 

He reflexively pulled against the cuffs holding his arms in place behind his back. He could never hold his daughter, not like this. But you stood up and moved around the table separating you from Touya, bringing Aoi close and holding her up to his face. 

If the guards saw this, they would tear you out of the room immediately. Touya’s brother must have been keeping them away. Perhaps he was watching from somewhere, just to be safe. But Touya would never hurt Aoi, not intentionally at least. You believed that very strongly. 

A tiny hand reached up from the blankets and touched Touya’s face, causing him to flinch. He looked down at the small, chubby face smiling up at him, and was grateful that she was too young to understand that his face wasn’t normal, too young to be afraid of him. 

“Touya,” you said gently, not wanting to interrupt the tender moment but needing to say this, “they said if you’ll just talk to someone, if you’ll do the therapy program, you could be released.”

He looked up at you sharply. “Is that why you came? To get me to talk?”

“I came because I don’t want her to grow up without her father. Do you?”

A brief look of hurt passed over his features, so quick you almost missed it, then he drew back against his chair, out of Aoi’s reach. “No, I don’t want that,” he said. 

You smiled as you stepped away, toward the door. “Good. Then you’ll do the therapy program?”

Touya rolled his eyes. “Sure. Not that I think it’ll change anything.”

“Thank you, Touya,” you said. “We’ll come see you again soon.”

He didn’t say another word, just watched you leave, carrying his daughter. He sat in the empty room for a few minutes, then took a deep breath before yelling, “If any of you assholes wanna take a crack at my busted brain, come on! I’m all yours!”

[itgetzweird08]

#fav fic #touya x reader #dabi x reader