hi! r u uhm, no offense, but r u still alive? ur last post said u had a surgery, was wondering if it was a success?
[LIFE UPDATE]
Hi! Yes, I’m very much alive and well. My surgery went successful and my recovery process went well. I was in a lot of pain after and decided to focus on myself for the remainder of the time. Sadly, during that time I had a strong mental decline which led me into a depressive episode.
After I healed, I had no time to get back into writing. I had to go straight back into school/work and focus on my external environment. I also turned 20! And I also just entered my first ever mid-life crisis lmao. Overall I am doing way better, I’ve gotten out of my depressive muck and focusing on myself entirely. I come onto my blog everyday and see so much love and support from you guys, and it gives me so much joy to know how appreciated I was during my time here. My love for you all is forever eternal 💗
During my time of departure, I have fell out of the MHA fandom. I still have a love for it, but when it comes to writing, I’d rather not. I still want to complete my series for you all because it’s not right to leave you on a cliffhanger. But I will say that I need to heavily revise the flow of the plot to see if that’s possible. Instead of making a final chapter, I’d probably have to release 2-3 more. My treat, on the house.
But anyways! I am alive and well and thank you for your concern :3
Any chance you could update us on when the next chapter of “race to the wedding bells” is? I’m too addicted and am frothing at the mouth in anticipation! Love you and your work! XOXO 😘
UPDATE
Yes! Sorry I’ve been meaning to tell everyone that a lot of things have been happening to me which have made me unavailable to have time to update.
I’ve been going through a strong mental decline and I’m going to be under surgery soon. So my mind isn’t exactly at the place to write. But I will try and do my best to update you all as soon as possible.
Okay so I just had a random thought pop in my head!
Imagine you’re doing your natural curly hair and your boyfriend is just absolutely enamored with your hair to the point where he begs you to let him help you with it.
But in the end, you end up fighting for your life.
“Did you just combine the two sections I made?” You asked. Your boyfriend gave you a lost look, and all you could do was sigh and snatch your hair from his hands.
Turning your head to the side, your eyes widen at the sight.
“You did!”
“What? I think it looks fine! You’re gonna take it down anyways right? See– I even did the braid tighter this time!”
You watched as he picked up said section of hair with pride. You couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle.
“Alright, get out.”
Your boyfriend lets out a groan, you laugh at his protest but shove him out of your room anyways.
You couldn’t help but to smile at yourself and the semi-loose braid fondly. You’ll just work around it.
It was safe enough to say the look on your boyfriend’s face the next day was worth it. “So I did a good job?” He said with a sly grin.
“Yes, thank you for helping.”
You smiled before leaning and catching a quick peck on his lips. Your boyfriends blushed before he spoke once more.
“So this is what I’ll be laying next to for the rest of my days?”
Bakugou raised his head from your chest and looked at you with an unamused look.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He muttered. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at his words.
“What I’m saying is…”
You smiled as you shuffled closer into his embrace, hands gently caressed against his rounded cheeks. Bakugou lets out a ‘hmph’ as his cheeks began to dust pink.
“I’m happy I found someone like you. You’re different.” You spoke to him, the blonde didn’t respond.
Instead he chose silence, he let it be.
Bakugou realized, that sometimes you don’t have to ask for an explanation.
When he feels the curve of your body against his fingertips, and your warmth against his. This is all he needs to know. When his amber eyes stare into yours, your gaze envelopes him deeper into your being.
And Bakugo decides he wants to sink.
Letting out a sigh, he lowered his head back down onto your chest and wraps his arms around you just a little bit tighter.
“I guess we’re soulmates— or whatever.”
You didn’t respond back, and he was okay with that.
Recently, I've wanted to start on a one-shot, but I have so many ideas that I don't know which one to start on. I will place a poll here so that you all can vote :D
help me write a one-shot!
The Bar (Bakugo x reader)
The Bake Sale (Iida x Reader)
I Kissed a Girl (Mina x Reader)
First Love (Bakugo x Reader) OR Todoroki im not sure yet
❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo realized he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!
implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content
❥: CHAPTERS
❥ MASTERLIST
❥ JOIN TAG LIST!
WORDS: 3K
[ DISCLAIMER!!! YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY IT IS!!! AND YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN A TRILLION GAZILLION KABILLION BUCKS!!!]
“That dress makes you look fat.”
“I agree, you look a tad… robust.”
For today’s catastrophe, you had the joy of honing in on the final detail for you and Katsuki’s wedding. The dress, of course!
You’ve always watched TV shows where the excited, bubbling bride brings their loved ones to shop for “the dress.” Only to be filled with anger and distraught over the absolute gall their family was.
You thought to yourself how you would never let this happen to you. If there was a problem, you tell them to get the fuck out! It’s your wedding anyway.
But now that you fit the quota (and maybe not the dress), you’re starting to think otherwise. And who else is better to go dress shopping with, than your fiance’s mother and your beloved sister?
Swallowing your pride, you show a defeated smile and step down from the elevated space. Turning around, you head back into the dressing room and look in the mirror. Letting out an exhale, you brushed your hand through your hair and placed it back on your hip with a plop.
“Just a couple of more dresses until they break,” you chuckled, reassuring yourself from the absolute nightmare this whole day has been. Biting your lip, you began to look at yourself a bit more. Straightening out some flimsy pieces here and there, swaying side to side in the dress.
You can’t believe you’re doing this…
You’ve fantasized about moments like these in your head millions of times. You’d be the perfect wife, marrying the perfect husband, who has the perfect family. But now that everything has come to the forefront— it just seemed so dull.
You’re thankful you get some chance of normalcy… paparazzi included.
It was only an amount of time until you’d walk down the aisle to the “man of your dreams” and sign yourself away for the rest of eternity. And not even that will be set in stone.
“You’re just an open book of failures, aren't you?”
You spoke quietly to yourself. Scrunching your mouth to the side, you held back tears. You didn’t have the money to stain a 10-thousand-dollar dress with a 10-dollar mascara.
“Failed job, failed love life, failed marriage, failed quirk…” you trailed.
When was there a time when your life gave you a break? A moment of grace? When was the last time you felt genuine happiness beyond your prowess?
A singular tear streamed down your cheek.
Chin held high, you extended your hand out and under your cheek. “10 thousand dollars,” you whimpered. You’re wearing a dress worth ten thousand dollars, and yet you amount to nothing.
It's like placing birthday makeup on a potato sack.
As the tears kept streaming down your face, your whimpers grew louder. So much for trying to beat the sad-bridal-dress-shopping troupe.
God, when will you ever get a break?
Knock knock knock
Before you could even compose yourself with the little amount of time you had, the door was opened and someone barged in. “Y’know— if you’re gonna invite us, be respectful of other people's time. We’ve been sitting outside like a deer in headlights because you decided to dress yourself in that hideous mermaid tail–”
Mitsuki moaned on and on until she raised her head, and as her eyes fixed on your broken position; she was left speechless.
“Oh… um.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry,” you mumbled with a hick in your breath. As you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, you then placed them on the sides of your neck. You stared at Mitsuki’s speechless look, unable to care for how she might scold you next.
The mother then let out a sigh before she reached into her purse. As she rummaged around, she found a package of napkins and opened them with haste. Handing them to you, you reached out with hesitance before you took them from her grasp.
“You know that dress is designer?” she deadpanned.
“Gee whiz! I don’t think I thought of that,” you spoke a cutting remark as venom oozed from each word.
“Who are you talking to?” Mitsuki scowled at your remark. You couldn't help but break out into a strained laughter at her words. “I’m talking to a woman who thinks I’ll never be good for their son!” You exclaimed with an anguished, teary smile.
Mitsuki jumped at your exclamation…
“I’m talking to someone who has only met me once, and now they have to call me their daughter-in-law, knowing they’d rather drop dead! Someone who knows that me and Katsuki should’ve never been together. Someone who is just as confused as I am, because we both know that whatever Katsuki sees in me is a lie!”
Your voice harshly trembled with each agonizing word, “is that what you wanted to hear?”
Mitsuki was unable to utter another word.
“I admit it! I’m a fucking fraud! I’m just some girl who’s trying to hold on to this false sense of happiness and drain it for whatever it’s worth because something always tells me it’ll be worth it. And it never fucking is!”
“Failure after failure, and I still don’t know what my purpose is on this earth! I’ll never be good enough for the life I’ve always dreamed of, the life where me and your son are in love and are getting married happily. Not by some phony contract!”
Mitsuki growled at your words, “what contract?”
“The…stupid-fucking marriage contract! This whole marriage is a sham!” You cried out. Mitsuki lets out a breath and begins to ponder around the dressing room, taking in the words you’ve spoken.
“Your son wanted some shot at normalcy and roped me into all of this mess. And you know what’s crazy? I said yes because I didn’t want to lose my job! My one shot of living the life I always dreamed, hanging by the thread of a shitty NDA and a seven-carat ring!”
Your words sunk deep into his mother's chest, weighing her down one by one, until she was left leaning against the wall with her hands cradling her face.
“And you know what’s even worse? I used to fucking hate his guts! But now…”
But now… what? You were silent.
The room hung heavy with silence, a palpable weight that seemed to press down on the both of you, muffling every breath and stifling any attempt at speech. The stillness was deafening, a stark contrast to the lively conversation that had filled the space moments earlier. An eerie hush blanketed the room as if the very air had stilled, holding its breath in anticipation of something yet to come.
Mitsuki’s hands drag from her face and her eyes bore into your disheveled state. Standing back up, she then neared towards you and then threw her purse down on the floor.
Unable to look into her eyes, your knees fall weak and you lower to the floor. Following suit, Mitsuki lowers herself and sits on the floor with you. “Listen, about my son…”
“Since the moment he was a young boy, I always knew he’d be destined for greatness. He was such a bright and confident spirit. Very sure in himself and his purpose in life
But ever since the war.”
You notice the drop in her tone, you nice her let out a defeated breath. She shook her head and continued to speak.
“That spark left him.”
“What do you mean?” You spoke softly.
“When I saw my son in the hospital— all his life was sucked out of him. His eyes were dead and he just looked out the window. Then the next moment he burst into tears…” Mitsukis voice wavered as her throat began to tighten, taking herself back to that dreadful day.
“He never told me why he cried but I could put two and two together.”
Mitsuki wiped her tears with her finger, trying to gain back her composer. “Why was he crying?” you asked.
“Because he’s tired.”
Your brows were furrowed, eyes concentrating on her face. A heavy silence blanketed over the both of you, broken by the sound of a sniffle. “I knew at that moment I had lost my son forever. He’s not the same bright little boy anymore, he’s distant, reserved, and he’s completely shut out me and his father.”
“I apologize for how we’ve treated you.”
You turned to see Katsuki's mother, Mitsuki, looking out with a rueful expression. Despite her blunt words, you detected a certain softness there.
"I was the one who pushed him into heroics from a young age," she continued with a sigh. "Katsuki always had a...driven personality, even as a little kid. I figured that channeling it into becoming a pro hero would be good for him."
Mitsuki shook her head. "But I look at that son of mine now and I can't help but wonder if I steered him wrong somewhere along the way."
"With how angry and arrogant he is, maybe I should've pushed him into a different hobby," Mitsuki lamented. "Something where he could put that intensity to better use than constantly fighting and yelling."
She turned to you then, giving you an appraising look. "You must be a real saint to put up with that spitfire attitude of his. So, I understand you hate him–”
“I don’t hate him… I feel the exact opposite, actually.”
“So then what do you feel?”
“I feel like he’s worthy… worthy of love beyond his own comprehension.”
Mistuki nods in silence, “and I know that he’s been hurt in the past, and he’s willing to give this another try. And I’m happy for him because he’s just like any other person on earth with the right to experience love. Heroic title or not… I’m glad he was able to find something close to that with me.”
You showed a soft smile, satisfied that you were finally able to get that off your chest.
Mitsuki smiles back as she then rests her hand on your shoulder. You looked up to meet her gaze, falling into the familiar crimson irises.
“No matter how this marriage came to be,” she spoke, her voice thick with earnest emotion. “Whether it was by chance or by contract…” She gave your shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “The way my son looks at you tells me all I need to know.”
You felt your eyes prick with tears at her words, overwhelmed by the depth of her acceptance. “You two kids have found something real,” she continues firmly. “As parents, that’s the only thing we could hope for— that our children find genuine love and devotion.” Her smile turned impish, “even if it is with that hotheaded son of mine.”
A teary giggle bubbled up from your chest. An arm swept around your shoulders, and Mitsuki hugged you close in a warm embrace. “As long as you two have each other… that’s all that matters to an old lady like me.”
You pulled away from her embrace and showed her a smile, “thank you.”
Mitsuki chuckled before shuffling on the floor. “Now, let's get you up! My legs are killing me.”
As you both rise from the floor, you look at each other in a comfortable silence.
After Mitsuki finished gushing about how beautiful the wedding dress looked on you, she gave you an affectionate pat on the shoulder.
"Alright, let me give you some privacy to try on the next one," she said with a warm smile. "I'll be right outside if you need any help with the zipper or laces."
You nodded gratefully as Mitsuki slipped out of the fitting room, leaving you to carefully remove the lace gown. Just as you had stepped into the next dress sample, a sharp knock came at the door.
"Who is it?" you called out, doing a little shimmy to pull the dress up over your hips.
"It's me," came your sister's muffled voice from the other side. She didn't sound pleased.
Furrowing your brow, you quickly zipped and smoothed the dress before cracking open the door. Your sister's frown deepened as she looked at you over.
"Sis? What's wrong?" you asked with a tinge of worry. "Did something happen?"
She exhaled sharply through her nose. "Oh, nothing... except I just got a call from mom. Apparently, she's refusing to come dress shopping because, and I quote, 'That unstable brute isn't good enough for my baby.'"
You felt your jaw drop as realization set in. "Wait... she's boycotting my wedding dress shopping because of Katsuki?"
A beat of silence passed between you before your sister's stony expression cracked and she let out a barking laugh.
"Leave it to Mom to find the most dramatic way to voice her dislike of your fiance," she giggled, shaking her head. "The scandal of it all!"
Unable to help yourself, you soon joined in the laughter, doubling over at the sheer ridiculousness of your mother's actions. Trust her to make a fuss at every turn about your perfectly wonderful relationship.
"Well, her loss then!" you managed between gasping breaths. "We'll just have to celebrate without her negativity!"
“Speaking of that… I can't wait to see his face when you say no and embarrass him in front of thousands! It’s what the brute deserves.” She chuckled.
You chose not to respond, and she took notice of that.
“About that… this whole elaborate plan— I think we should give it a rest.” You spoke firmly. Your sister shot you a look of disgust, “excuse me?”
“All I’m saying is… I’ve gotten to know him a bit more and—”
“You’ve fallen in love with the prick?” Your sister’s voice raised. You frown at her words, too embarrassed to argue back at her. A distressed break of laughter falls from her chest, “I fucking knew it!”
“I knew you’d find a way to mess this up and ditch me! As per usual” she spat. A look of disbelief cascaded over your face, “ditch you?” you asked.
“Yeah! Y’know— you go to the perfect school, get the perfect job, the apartment, the husband.” Your sister snarled as she pointed at the wedding dress. “And you leave the people you knew the longest behind to pick up the scraps!”
“And you wonder why you had to pick up scraps? Because you decided to run away and live your life without us! Leaving me to do all the work! So yeah, something good is finally happening to me and I’m gonna take advantage of that!
It’s not my fault you were a lost cause!” You yelled in anger.
Your sister's eyes went wide at the biting remark that had slipped out in the heat of your argument. "Did you really just say that to me?" she asked in disbelief, shaking her head slowly.
For a moment, an awkward silence hung in the air as you stubbornly avoided her gaze. But then her expression hardened and she let out a derisive chuckle, taking a step closer until she was mere inches from your face.
"You're going to regret those words, sis," she said in a low, dangerous tone. "I don't take that kind of insult lightly, especially from family."
You refused to be intimidated, squaring your shoulders as you met her glare head-on. "Well then, if you know what's good for you, don't bother coming to my wedding," you retorted.
Her eyes flashed with fury before she gave a mocking laugh. "Oh, I'll be there alright. And you'll wish I wasn't by the time I'm through with you."
Refusing to be baited further, you simply shrugged one shoulder coolly. "Suit yourself. But any scene you cause, I'm holding you responsible.”
"We'll see about that," she hissed venomously. With one last withering look, she turned on her heel and stormed out, leaving you to anxiously play with the skirt of your dress.
Beneath the veneer of the joyous celebration raged a storm of bitter envy and resentment. Lurking in the shadows was the black sheep sister— a stark contrast to you. While you basked in the warmth of acceptance by Bakugo's hero circle, your sisters' lives had been a vortex of misery and poor decisions.
Cast out by their parents years ago, she found herself adrift and desperate on the streets. A chance encounter with a nefarious villain gang seemed her only lifeline, despite the cost. Slowly but surely, she buried herself deeper into their seedy underworld— committing petty crimes, and gathering intel, all to pay off her mounting debts owed to the merciless criminals.
What should have been her salvation became a noose around her neck. The more she witnessed your charmed life and success, the more her resentment mutated into a toxic obsession. The favoritism, the accolades, the love from the famous Dynamight— it all fanned the flames of her hatred.
When she discovered her pathetic sister had secured the heart of the renowned hero, something snapped inside Akari. She could never truly find happiness knowing you had achieved the perfect life. If she couldn't have that perfection for herself, she would ensure you burned with her in misery.
Trading villain information about Dynamight and his colleagues became her twisted obsession. Your sister bided her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike - when she could sacrifice her sister on the altar of her malicious envy. Ruin both their lives with one brutal act, while settling her debts and finally living the life she deserved.
But as you seamlessly got accepted by your fiance's friend group, seeing the genuine love and joy surrounding the both of you, it unraveled the last threads of your sister's unraveling sanity. Her fingers tightened around the serrated blade she'd been concealing, her eyes glittering with madness. If she could never attain that happiness for herself, then you didn't deserve to either.
She was done watching her sister have everything while she wallowed in darkness. One way or another, the path of perfection you walked would be drenched in ashes and ruin—
she would die trying.
I know the chapter's short, but I'm saving a big juicy chapter for the ending!
❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo realized he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!
implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content
❥: CHAPTERS
❥ MASTERLIST
❥ JOIN TAG LIST!
WORDS: 3K
[ DISCLAIMER!!! YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY IT IS!!! AND YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN A TRILLION GAZILLION KABILLION BUCKS!!!]
“That dress makes you look fat.”
“I agree, you look a tad… robust.”
For today’s catastrophe, you had the joy of honing in on the final detail for you and Katsuki’s wedding. The dress, of course!
You’ve always watched TV shows where the excited, bubbling bride brings their loved ones to shop for “the dress.” Only to be filled with anger and distraught over the absolute gall their family was.
You thought to yourself how you would never let this happen to you. If there was a problem, you tell them to get the fuck out! It’s your wedding anyway.
But now that you fit the quota (and maybe not the dress), you’re starting to think otherwise. And who else is better to go dress shopping with, than your fiance’s mother and your beloved sister?
Swallowing your pride, you show a defeated smile and step down from the elevated space. Turning around, you head back into the dressing room and look in the mirror. Letting out an exhale, you brushed your hand through your hair and placed it back on your hip with a plop.
“Just a couple of more dresses until they break,” you chuckled, reassuring yourself from the absolute nightmare this whole day has been. Biting your lip, you began to look at yourself a bit more. Straightening out some flimsy pieces here and there, swaying side to side in the dress.
You can’t believe you’re doing this…
You’ve fantasized about moments like these in your head millions of times. You’d be the perfect wife, marrying the perfect husband, who has the perfect family. But now that everything has come to the forefront— it just seemed so dull.
You’re thankful you get some chance of normalcy… paparazzi included.
It was only an amount of time until you’d walk down the aisle to the “man of your dreams” and sign yourself away for the rest of eternity. And not even that will be set in stone.
“You’re just an open book of failures, aren't you?”
You spoke quietly to yourself. Scrunching your mouth to the side, you held back tears. You didn’t have the money to stain a 10-thousand-dollar dress with a 10-dollar mascara.
“Failed job, failed love life, failed marriage, failed quirk…” you trailed.
When was there a time when your life gave you a break? A moment of grace? When was the last time you felt genuine happiness beyond your prowess?
A singular tear streamed down your cheek.
Chin held high, you extended your hand out and under your cheek. “10 thousand dollars,” you whimpered. You’re wearing a dress worth ten thousand dollars, and yet you amount to nothing.
It's like placing birthday makeup on a potato sack.
As the tears kept streaming down your face, your whimpers grew louder. So much for trying to beat the sad-bridal-dress-shopping troupe.
God, when will you ever get a break?
Knock knock knock
Before you could even compose yourself with the little amount of time you had, the door was opened and someone barged in. “Y’know— if you’re gonna invite us, be respectful of other people's time. We’ve been sitting outside like a deer in headlights because you decided to dress yourself in that hideous mermaid tail–”
Mitsuki moaned on and on until she raised her head, and as her eyes fixed on your broken position; she was left speechless.
“Oh… um.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry,” you mumbled with a hick in your breath. As you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, you then placed them on the sides of your neck. You stared at Mitsuki’s speechless look, unable to care for how she might scold you next.
The mother then let out a sigh before she reached into her purse. As she rummaged around, she found a package of napkins and opened them with haste. Handing them to you, you reached out with hesitance before you took them from her grasp.
“You know that dress is designer?” she deadpanned.
“Gee whiz! I don’t think I thought of that,” you spoke a cutting remark as venom oozed from each word.
“Who are you talking to?” Mitsuki scowled at your remark. You couldn't help but break out into a strained laughter at her words. “I’m talking to a woman who thinks I’ll never be good for their son!” You exclaimed with an anguished, teary smile.
Mitsuki jumped at your exclamation…
“I’m talking to someone who has only met me once, and now they have to call me their daughter-in-law, knowing they’d rather drop dead! Someone who knows that me and Katsuki should’ve never been together. Someone who is just as confused as I am, because we both know that whatever Katsuki sees in me is a lie!”
Your voice harshly trembled with each agonizing word, “is that what you wanted to hear?”
Mitsuki was unable to utter another word.
“I admit it! I’m a fucking fraud! I’m just some girl who’s trying to hold on to this false sense of happiness and drain it for whatever it’s worth because something always tells me it’ll be worth it. And it never fucking is!”
“Failure after failure, and I still don’t know what my purpose is on this earth! I’ll never be good enough for the life I’ve always dreamed of, the life where me and your son are in love and are getting married happily. Not by some phony contract!”
Mitsuki growled at your words, “what contract?”
“The…stupid-fucking marriage contract! This whole marriage is a sham!” You cried out. Mitsuki lets out a breath and begins to ponder around the dressing room, taking in the words you’ve spoken.
“Your son wanted some shot at normalcy and roped me into all of this mess. And you know what’s crazy? I said yes because I didn’t want to lose my job! My one shot of living the life I always dreamed, hanging by the thread of a shitty NDA and a seven-carat ring!”
Your words sunk deep into his mother's chest, weighing her down one by one, until she was left leaning against the wall with her hands cradling her face.
“And you know what’s even worse? I used to fucking hate his guts! But now…”
But now… what? You were silent.
The room hung heavy with silence, a palpable weight that seemed to press down on the both of you, muffling every breath and stifling any attempt at speech. The stillness was deafening, a stark contrast to the lively conversation that had filled the space moments earlier. An eerie hush blanketed the room as if the very air had stilled, holding its breath in anticipation of something yet to come.
Mitsuki’s hands drag from her face and her eyes bore into your disheveled state. Standing back up, she then neared towards you and then threw her purse down on the floor.
Unable to look into her eyes, your knees fall weak and you lower to the floor. Following suit, Mitsuki lowers herself and sits on the floor with you. “Listen, about my son…”
“Since the moment he was a young boy, I always knew he’d be destined for greatness. He was such a bright and confident spirit. Very sure in himself and his purpose in life
But ever since the war.”
You notice the drop in her tone, you nice her let out a defeated breath. She shook her head and continued to speak.
“That spark left him.”
“What do you mean?” You spoke softly.
“When I saw my son in the hospital— all his life was sucked out of him. His eyes were dead and he just looked out the window. Then the next moment he burst into tears…” Mitsukis voice wavered as her throat began to tighten, taking herself back to that dreadful day.
“He never told me why he cried but I could put two and two together.”
Mitsuki wiped her tears with her finger, trying to gain back her composer. “Why was he crying?” you asked.
“Because he’s tired.”
Your brows were furrowed, eyes concentrating on her face. A heavy silence blanketed over the both of you, broken by the sound of a sniffle. “I knew at that moment I had lost my son forever. He’s not the same bright little boy anymore, he’s distant, reserved, and he’s completely shut out me and his father.”
“I apologize for how we’ve treated you.”
You turned to see Katsuki's mother, Mitsuki, looking out with a rueful expression. Despite her blunt words, you detected a certain softness there.
"I was the one who pushed him into heroics from a young age," she continued with a sigh. "Katsuki always had a...driven personality, even as a little kid. I figured that channeling it into becoming a pro hero would be good for him."
Mitsuki shook her head. "But I look at that son of mine now and I can't help but wonder if I steered him wrong somewhere along the way."
"With how angry and arrogant he is, maybe I should've pushed him into a different hobby," Mitsuki lamented. "Something where he could put that intensity to better use than constantly fighting and yelling."
She turned to you then, giving you an appraising look. "You must be a real saint to put up with that spitfire attitude of his. So, I understand you hate him–”
“I don’t hate him… I feel the exact opposite, actually.”
“So then what do you feel?”
“I feel like he’s worthy… worthy of love beyond his own comprehension.”
Mistuki nods in silence, “and I know that he’s been hurt in the past, and he’s willing to give this another try. And I’m happy for him because he’s just like any other person on earth with the right to experience love. Heroic title or not… I’m glad he was able to find something close to that with me.”
You showed a soft smile, satisfied that you were finally able to get that off your chest.
Mitsuki smiles back as she then rests her hand on your shoulder. You looked up to meet her gaze, falling into the familiar crimson irises.
“No matter how this marriage came to be,” she spoke, her voice thick with earnest emotion. “Whether it was by chance or by contract…” She gave your shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “The way my son looks at you tells me all I need to know.”
You felt your eyes prick with tears at her words, overwhelmed by the depth of her acceptance. “You two kids have found something real,” she continues firmly. “As parents, that’s the only thing we could hope for— that our children find genuine love and devotion.” Her smile turned impish, “even if it is with that hotheaded son of mine.”
A teary giggle bubbled up from your chest. An arm swept around your shoulders, and Mitsuki hugged you close in a warm embrace. “As long as you two have each other… that’s all that matters to an old lady like me.”
You pulled away from her embrace and showed her a smile, “thank you.”
Mitsuki chuckled before shuffling on the floor. “Now, let's get you up! My legs are killing me.”
As you both rise from the floor, you look at each other in a comfortable silence.
After Mitsuki finished gushing about how beautiful the wedding dress looked on you, she gave you an affectionate pat on the shoulder.
"Alright, let me give you some privacy to try on the next one," she said with a warm smile. "I'll be right outside if you need any help with the zipper or laces."
You nodded gratefully as Mitsuki slipped out of the fitting room, leaving you to carefully remove the lace gown. Just as you had stepped into the next dress sample, a sharp knock came at the door.
"Who is it?" you called out, doing a little shimmy to pull the dress up over your hips.
"It's me," came your sister's muffled voice from the other side. She didn't sound pleased.
Furrowing your brow, you quickly zipped and smoothed the dress before cracking open the door. Your sister's frown deepened as she looked at you over.
"Sis? What's wrong?" you asked with a tinge of worry. "Did something happen?"
She exhaled sharply through her nose. "Oh, nothing... except I just got a call from mom. Apparently, she's refusing to come dress shopping because, and I quote, 'That unstable brute isn't good enough for my baby.'"
You felt your jaw drop as realization set in. "Wait... she's boycotting my wedding dress shopping because of Katsuki?"
A beat of silence passed between you before your sister's stony expression cracked and she let out a barking laugh.
"Leave it to Mom to find the most dramatic way to voice her dislike of your fiance," she giggled, shaking her head. "The scandal of it all!"
Unable to help yourself, you soon joined in the laughter, doubling over at the sheer ridiculousness of your mother's actions. Trust her to make a fuss at every turn about your perfectly wonderful relationship.
"Well, her loss then!" you managed between gasping breaths. "We'll just have to celebrate without her negativity!"
“Speaking of that… I can't wait to see his face when you say no and embarrass him in front of thousands! It’s what the brute deserves.” She chuckled.
You chose not to respond, and she took notice of that.
“About that… this whole elaborate plan— I think we should give it a rest.” You spoke firmly. Your sister shot you a look of disgust, “excuse me?”
“All I’m saying is… I’ve gotten to know him a bit more and—”
“You’ve fallen in love with the prick?” Your sister’s voice raised. You frown at her words, too embarrassed to argue back at her. A distressed break of laughter falls from her chest, “I fucking knew it!”
“I knew you’d find a way to mess this up and ditch me! As per usual” she spat. A look of disbelief cascaded over your face, “ditch you?” you asked.
“Yeah! Y’know— you go to the perfect school, get the perfect job, the apartment, the husband.” Your sister snarled as she pointed at the wedding dress. “And you leave the people you knew the longest behind to pick up the scraps!”
“And you wonder why you had to pick up scraps? Because you decided to run away and live your life without us! Leaving me to do all the work! So yeah, something good is finally happening to me and I’m gonna take advantage of that!
It’s not my fault you were a lost cause!” You yelled in anger.
Your sister's eyes went wide at the biting remark that had slipped out in the heat of your argument. "Did you really just say that to me?" she asked in disbelief, shaking her head slowly.
For a moment, an awkward silence hung in the air as you stubbornly avoided her gaze. But then her expression hardened and she let out a derisive chuckle, taking a step closer until she was mere inches from your face.
"You're going to regret those words, sis," she said in a low, dangerous tone. "I don't take that kind of insult lightly, especially from family."
You refused to be intimidated, squaring your shoulders as you met her glare head-on. "Well then, if you know what's good for you, don't bother coming to my wedding," you retorted.
Her eyes flashed with fury before she gave a mocking laugh. "Oh, I'll be there alright. And you'll wish I wasn't by the time I'm through with you."
Refusing to be baited further, you simply shrugged one shoulder coolly. "Suit yourself. But any scene you cause, I'm holding you responsible.”
"We'll see about that," she hissed venomously. With one last withering look, she turned on her heel and stormed out, leaving you to anxiously play with the skirt of your dress.
Beneath the veneer of the joyous celebration raged a storm of bitter envy and resentment. Lurking in the shadows was the black sheep sister— a stark contrast to you. While you basked in the warmth of acceptance by Bakugo's hero circle, your sisters' lives had been a vortex of misery and poor decisions.
Cast out by their parents years ago, she found herself adrift and desperate on the streets. A chance encounter with a nefarious villain gang seemed her only lifeline, despite the cost. Slowly but surely, she buried herself deeper into their seedy underworld— committing petty crimes, and gathering intel, all to pay off her mounting debts owed to the merciless criminals.
What should have been her salvation became a noose around her neck. The more she witnessed your charmed life and success, the more her resentment mutated into a toxic obsession. The favoritism, the accolades, the love from the famous Dynamight— it all fanned the flames of her hatred.
When she discovered her pathetic sister had secured the heart of the renowned hero, something snapped inside Akari. She could never truly find happiness knowing you had achieved the perfect life. If she couldn't have that perfection for herself, she would ensure you burned with her in misery.
Trading villain information about Dynamight and his colleagues became her twisted obsession. Your sister bided her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike - when she could sacrifice her sister on the altar of her malicious envy. Ruin both their lives with one brutal act, while settling her debts and finally living the life she deserved.
But as you seamlessly got accepted by your fiance's friend group, seeing the genuine love and joy surrounding the both of you, it unraveled the last threads of your sister's unraveling sanity. Her fingers tightened around the serrated blade she'd been concealing, her eyes glittering with madness. If she could never attain that happiness for herself, then you didn't deserve to either.
She was done watching her sister have everything while she wallowed in darkness. One way or another, the path of perfection you walked would be drenched in ashes and ruin—
she would die trying.
I know the chapter's short, but I'm saving a big juicy chapter for the ending!
something that just popped up in my brain, so I’m gonna write it out. First time doing a male reader fic :D
“So, you think you’re tough shit?”
Today was good day, the sun was shining, you got all your work done early, and now you’re able to peacefully relax on the couch and watch your favorite anime.
Until a certain someone came barging in…
“Tough shit for sitting here and watching anime?” You questioned Bakugo. The blonde exhaled a warm breath, fist clenched into a tight fist. Bakugo mustered up enough composure before speaking again.
“You knew I was walking over to the couch to watch tv, yet here you are, looking stupid in my spot!”
So that’s what all this is about?
“You’re upset because I’m sitting where you wanted to sit… not that I’m hogging the tv?” You deadpanned.
Bakugo scoffed before forcefully nudging himself in as many crevices the couch could muster.
“Move it, jackass!”
You deserved to relax and enjoy your day as lazily as possible, and he wasn’t gonna stop that. So you’re not backing down without a fight!
Which led to a lot of flipping and tackling…
And after all of that, there was no clear winner.
Now—it’s just two guys cuddling on a couch.
“You’re lucky I’m not at my full energy, would’ve knocked your light out by now!” Bakugo muffled into your chest.
❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo realized he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!
implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content
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Lavender, peonies, red roses? Oh, maybe the pink ones too.
What about the cake? What flavor should the cake be? Vanilla? Chocolate? There’s always marble…
Where would the ceremony be? Should the ceremony be placed out of the country? A big extravaganza? No, Katsuki’s not too sure about that–
Oh! Then there’s the dress! How long should it be? Mermaid or ball gown? Who’s your maid of honor? Who’s gonna walk you down the aisle?
Since the time your pubescent mind could compute having a partner to share the rest of your life with, you dreamed and mustered up so many fantasies of what the perfect day would be!
But, now that you’re here… you’re not too sure about that.
You knew something was up when you were pulled out of work early and slammed into his car. He wouldn’t say a word to you about the destination or why the hell you’re here in the first place.
“Hush.” He said.
So you begrudgingly hushed.
And now, here you were, sitting on one of the most comfortable couches you’ve ever sat on. All in the comfort of your fiance’s home, in utter agony, flipping through images of wedding cakes and fabric choices.
“What’s the long face?” Katsuki said to you with a smirk. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him. “Sorry… didn’t know a wedding took this much preparation to detail,” you said with a tone of sarcasm.
Katsuki looked towards you with a frown, grinding up his gears to compute words from his smart-ass mouth, but was cut off with a dry cough. Both of your heads looked towards the cough with tired eyes.
“Sorry, allergy season– maybe there’s some popular options I could recommend for the both of you?” The wedding planner's soft-high pitched voice rang through your ears as she showed a polite smile.
Straightening your posture, you fought back a groan with a smile. “Yes, please! This is so overwhelming for both of us. Isn’t that right babe?”
Your eye just twitched.
You fought the demons in your head as you looked at the hero with the most stunning poker face. Katuki shot you a smirk before looking at the wedding planner with a silent nod. The planner's eyes widened with delight before she swiftly snatched the book of fabrics from your hands.
“Oh, well, there’s so many options! Since the wedding will be in the summer, I’d suggest a nice peach or soft blue– or anything in that color range! And if you go with that choice, you could incorporate that theme into your dress. Perhaps? I’m no pro but…”
The both of you watch the wedding planner in astonishment as she rambles suggestions of the tongue. No-pro your ass!
“Uh… how about orange?” Katsuki spoke. The wedding planner silently nodded her head with a quick hush in agreement. “Wonderful choice, Dynamight!” As she began to type away on her computer, you raised your hand and spoke.
“Excuse me, but doesn’t the bride get a say?” you asked.
“Oh of course! Apologies Mrs. L/N–”
“It’s Mrs. Bakugo” Katsuki spoke confidently. Your head snapped towards him in surprise, you let out a quick snort. “Geez, we’re not even married yet,” you chuckled. Katuski didn’t know why, but at that moment, your voice bubbled a strange feeling in his chest.
Hearing your laughter made him feel eerily calm. Almost in a state of domestic bliss?
“Apologies sincerely. Mrs. Bakugo, when I heard that I was chosen to plan this wedding, I haven’t been able to sleep since. It’s truly an honor to be here in front of both of you,” the planner spoke excitedly.
“Well don’t get too comfy, if we hear a singular peep of this get out to the public, you’re done.” The hero pointed his finger at the frail woman, as he threatened her livelihood with no regrets. As he does per usual.
“Understood.”
After a long, stressful day, the both of you made it out of the wedding planner's grasp unscathed, with little pieces of your souls to spare. The both of you mustered enough courage to engage in small talk over a slice of pizza.
“Didn’t know you had a sense of feminine touch to you, you made semi-good decisions,” you quipped at the blonde before hungrily chomping a slice.
“Says the one who actually considered putting brown in our wedding? What the hell is wrong with you? Even the planner looked at you as if you’re from Mars!” He quipped right back at you.
Letting out a laugh, you sprawled yourself out on the couch comfortably and let out a sigh. “Well, now, you don’t have to worry about any of my aesthetic decisions anymore… happy?”
Very.
Adjusting comfortably onto the couch, you yawned.
“Now all we need to do is worry about the guest list and the invitations…and I’ll have to worry about the dress,” you spoke with fake enthusiasm.
Oh shit, the guest list!
The guests!
People!
Katuski immediately shot up from his seat and began to pace around his condo. His face contorted into a deep frown. As he thought hardly of your words, you looked at him as if he had gone mad.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You shot him a look of confusion, irritation, shock, and empathy all in one go. Katsuki looked you in the eyes with a face you had never seen before.
Was Katuki… nervous?
Katuski realized that he was engaged and getting married to you. And the only people who knew were him, Kirishima, his parents, and you.
And the wedding planner… and all his workers… but that’s what NDAs are for!
Besides that, no one knows who you are. And now, it’s finally sinking in.
He can’t wait to rub it in everyone's face!
Walking to the couch, he grabs his phone and frantically begins to tap away on his phone. You raise your eyebrow in confusion as you watch Katsuki’s weird acts. “What’re doing?” you asked.
Katsuki tapped away some more before throwing the phone back on the couch. He shoved his hands in his pockets with a devilish smirk before speaking.
“There are some people I want you to meet.”
You gave the blonde a look of confusion before carelessly shoving a slice of pizza into your mouth. Now, Katsuki thought to himself: would it be weird to suddenly pop up with a fiance and gloat about you to all his friends? Yes.
Would he care? Absolutely, not.
“Who do you want me to meet?” you asked.
“Some people I went to school with–”
Before he could complete his sentence, you jumped on your feet bursting with energy. Letting out a squeal, you spoke with excitement. “You mean, you want me to meet the infamous class 1-A? No fucking way!”
You couldn’t help but fangirl in front of him. Honestly, you were (and still are) a huge fan of Dynamight and his comrades, so meeting them in person felt like a dream come true. They were all people you seriously looked up to and gave thanks to. You wouldn’t have this ring on your finger if it were for them.
“You sound like such a… never mind” Katsuki cut himself off before he could embarrass himself. “I’ll let you know when we’re gonna meet, m’kay?”
You nodded gleefully and continued onto the bliss that was your large slice of pizza.
You didn’t know where you were going today, all you knew was that your finance told you to look nice and that it was somewhere special. As you got ready, you couldn’t help but think how nervous you were. You were meeting people you idolized for years!
You’ve seen some in a press conference or two. But they were usually far away as your fiance would shoo you away to discuss “important hero business.” Which led you to help yourself to the hefty salad bar…
Nonetheless, you were pretty excited for today. Even though you have a couple of words to say to the pro-hero hitting the gas a little too hard.
“Hey, slow down! I’d like to go wherever we’re going in one piece—thanks.” You spoke with sass, Bakugo could only sound a scoff before gently slowing down. “We’re already 20 minutes late! Sure, let’s make it 21,” he said sarcastically.
You roll your eyes, “so… where are we going?”
“Woman, if you ask one more time–”
“Please! I’m dying to know! You’re shit at surprises since most of them have led me to high blood pressure and more beer cans and glasses of wine than I can process,” you say with a bitter-sweet smile.
Bakugo glasses at you with a smirk before he speaks quietly to himself.
“You’re lucky you’re cute. Sittin’ all pretty while I do all the work.”
You silently watch the skyline, oblivious to his words.
As the car approaches its destination, your stomach turns at the sight of a church. “Uh… if the surprise is viewing wedding venues, I’ll be highly disappointed,” you said flatly. Bakugo sighed as he stepped out of the car to open your door.
Popping your door open, he held his hand out for you to grasp. Your eyes narrowed at his lack of talk-back, but you obliged and took hold of his hand. You look around and notice cars and news vans packed into the parking structure. You looked at the Blonde with furrowed brows as you spoke, “Are we viewing while there’s an active ceremony? Is that legal?” You asked.
“You’re such a ditz,” he chuckled as he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer towards him. Well, he was right because you still didn’t know what the hell was going on!
As the both of you walk up the church stairs, a man steps in front of you and eyes you with disgust. “Excuse me, but the ceremony has started and we are not permitting anyone to pass these doors, so I’m asking you to leave.”
Oh!
You awkwardly smiled at the man before you slowly turned away from his strong gaze, you chuckled nervously before speaking once more. “Okay, thank you sir for telling us-”
“Do you know who the fuck we are?”
Oh!
Bakugo looked at the security guard with a look that could kill. Bakugo tightens your grip around your waist which snaps your eyes back at the man. You nervously look between the two men as tensions begin to rise.
“Like I said man, beat it.”
You started to feel a sudden warmth on your waist, warmer than usual…
“Your quirk, idiot!” you whispered in his ear. But your words fell death as his sharp gaze never tore the man. Suddenly, your eyes snap to another security guard rushing over to you. You hear their staggered and short breaths increase as he grabs ahold of the other guard, presses a hand next to his ear and whispers.
A couple of beats later, and his eyes snap wide.
The security guard clears his throat and moves to open the door without any questions asked.
“You okay, Y/n?” Katsuki spoke softly. You flinched at the sudden soft caress of your waist. Silently nodding at his question, the both of you walk on forward. As the both of you walked inside; you were in awe of the extravagant decorations.
Whoever this couple is, they're stinkin’ rich!
As you curiously walk over to the guest stand, you grab a brochure to see the lucky couple–
No way.
“This is Shoto and Creati’s wedding!” You yelled, Katsuki quickly slapped his hand against your mouth. The look of your eyes blown out in shock forever ingrained in his memory. You snarl before ripping his hand away.
"You're invited to the celebration of Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu's marriage—"
"Of fucking course," Dynamight interjects, his tone dripping with toxicity and perhaps a hint of jealousy. You gaze at him with an unreadable expression, unsure whether to continue.
"The ceremony is in the fall if you want to know," you mumble softly, the words barely escaping your lips. "I don't give a damn if it was fucking tomorrow, damn it… throw it away," he says dismissively, waving you away. However, you choose to stay in place, compelled to speak your mind. "I know it's not my place to speak, but I thought I would show this to you because I heard that these were your friends," you say, your voice laced with genuine concern.
Your boss looks at you with a deadpan expression, his gaze piercing through you. "Who the hell told you that?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity. You bite your lip nervously, briefly glancing at the invitation before raising it to cover your mouth. "Um, Red Riot, sir" you admit.
"Sir? What am I, 70?" Dynamight raises his voice, his irritation palpable. You quickly shake your head, realizing your choice of words was inappropriate. Before the hero can further express his discontent toward you or the situation, he lets out a resigned sigh. "Don't listen to a damn thing Riot says. He has a singular cashew for a brain," he mutters, his frustration evident.
You step back, processing his words and the subtle vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. Bending down into a bow, you apologized and walked towards the trash can to toss the small invitation in the garbage.
[END FLASHBACK]
“But I thought they were getting married in the fall?” you whispered to Katsuki. “The lovebirds couldn’t wait a couple more shitty months, so they moved it to today.”
You drew your lips into a line before stuffing the brochure into your purse. “Well let’s get on with it!”
The reception was absolutely amazing, and their first dance felt as if it was placed in a disney movie. Everything was perfect! Too bad your wedding will have some unprecedented hiccups…
As you raked through the crowd of hungry patrons, you finally made it to the reception. The little goodie bags they had for the guests were cute…but your stomach is touching your toes in hunger. And that’s something a piece of candy can’t fix.
Wandering around the large reception hall as your looked for your fiance, you couldn't help but to geek out a little. You’ve seen all the names in the book! Eraser Head, Fat Gum, Cravity… you name it. It felt surreal being in a place like this, you feel as if you stick out like a sore thumb.
“Y/n!” You heard Katsuki’s voice shout for you.
Snapping your head towards the noise, you look forward with a smile and wave. But then you wiped that smile from your face immediately and felt as if you couldn’t even move. There was your fiance, gathered around the large table witht eh bride and groom themselves!
And the whole class 1-A.
‘Don’t drop these expensive swedish meatballs!’ you thought to yourself as you begin to walk over. Quietly walking over, you shyly smile and set the plate down and take a seat. Adjusting yourself in your seat, you greet yourself to the table.
“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n! It’s great to finally-”
Katsuki cuts you off with a short pull of your seat, nearming it towards him. Giving him a sharp side eye, you continue on with your greeting. “Meet you all, I’ve heard many great things about you!”
You were met back with many kind faces, especially Kirishima’s shit eating grin.
“Nice to meet you, glad you can make it” Todoroki spoke with a warm smile. So it was true, his voice is as smooth as honey like all the blogs have said! “Also, you look absolutely stunning this evening!” you say towards Momo excitedly.
“Thank you, you too Y/n!”
You tried not to squeal, you can’t believe you’re interacting with them like this!
As the initial shock wore off, you found yourself being enthusiastically welcomed into the tight-knit group of heroes. What had started as awkward introductions quickly melted into animated conversations and personal anecdotes.
Denki immediately took a shine to you, regaling you with over-the-top tales of Bakugo's glory days at U.A. Punctuated with raucous laughter and playful jabs at your fiance's expense. You doubled over at the story of Bakugo getting his costume shredded by the Principal's mutt.
"Leave it to that furry bastard to try and embarrass me," Bakugo had growled, though you caught the glimmer of nostalgic amusement in his eyes.
As the drinks flowed, so did the storytelling. Uraraka shyly divulged the secrets only a fellow alumna could know– like how he used to style his hair differently as an upbeat freshman, as like everyone else….
With each shared laugh and warm smile, you felt yourself inexplicably slotting into their group dynamic like a missing puzzle piece. Even the most skeptical of Bakugo's colleagues seemed to melt at your genuine happiness. You’ve never felt such a genuine connection to a group of people like this ever in your life!
At one point, you glanced over to find Bakugo observing your conversation with Izuku, his usual scowl softened into a look of unguarded contentment. When your eyes met, his expression shifted into the trademark smirk– but you caught the unfamiliar tenderness there.
As the night drew to a close, you found yourself enveloped in one-too-many drinks, breathless merry-making filling your ears as Bakugo looked on with uncharacteristic warmth. In that moment, you knew you'd been accepted– and Bakugo couldn't have looked more at peace with it if he tried.
As the night drew to a close, all of you met outside with the newly married couple to send them a farewell. As you watch the group all speak and reminisce of the past, your heart felt full at the scene. You’ve never seen the brute so content in your life. Always that scowl and a rare smirk or two. But his eyes were soft, and he was smiling… you couldn’t help but to think he looked quite handsome.
As the chatter continued on Bakugo suddenly cleared his throat, the loud "HEY!" instantly silencing the chatter. All eyes turned towards him as he stood, one arm draped proudly around your shoulders.
"Listen up, extras," he barked.
He said the ‘E’ word… he’s definitely had one too many drinks.
“Before we send the two lovebirds goodbye, I got somethin’ I wanna tell ya… it’s been on my mind and I feel like this is the perfect time to talk my shit!” He says slyly. He grabs a hold on your hand, rubbing gentle circles against your palm which catches you off guard.
“And if i ruin the moment, Y/n, kick my ass” his words make everyone laugh before they hush down to hear his words once more.
"Since you're all clearly too damn oblivious to notice, allow me to clarify." He shot you a rare, almost giddy grin. "This is my fiancée." You gave an awkward wave as a collective gasp reverberated around the group. Kmainari’s jaw dropped, while Kirishima choked on his drink.
"No way..." Sero muttered.
“Oh my!” Iida shouts.
"B-Bakugo's getting married?" Mina sputtered.
Izuku's eyes bulged like saucers. "B-But to who? How??"
Rolling his eyes, Bakugo scowled at his slack-jawed friends. "What? You smallfries think the great Bakugo Katsuki couldn't land an amazing fiance?" He puffed out his chest. "This smokin' hot chick is way out of all your leagues."
You flushed at the rare heated praise, shooting him a bashful grin. Uraraka looked like she might faint.
"Dude..." Even Kirishima seemed stunned. "I never thought I'd see the day...Bakugoooo, you sly dog!" he laughs excitedly and punches him in the arm.
Bakugo silenced the rising hero with a stern glare. "That's right, losers, the undisputed #2 hero is getting hitched. So shut up and accept it already!"
The sheer confidence and gruff pride in his voice seemed to cow the doubters into disbelieving silence. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he held you close, challenging anyone to question his choice with his trademark scowl. The group erupted in cheers as the both of you receive praise.
“I knew I saw a ring on that finger! I just didn’t want to say anything!” Said Tsuyu. “Why not?” Katsuki retorted.
Kaminari leaned over to Sero, whispering loudly, "Can you imagine Bakugou as a husband? The poor girl..."
"I heard that, dunce face!" Katsuki barked.
“Wow, you got the guy bringing out his high school level confidence! You must be the one…” Todoroki spoke with a smirk at the two of you. You chuckled at the complement.
The one?
“Okay! Enough about us, let’s get these two love-sacks out of here!” Katsuki cheers.
But we all knew that was a lie, the group continued on to talk some more. You understood since you knew it was so rare for all of them to meet up like this. During all that talk, Katsuki’s touch never pulled away from you. You knew during some moments he had to touch you out of necessity, but now his touch felt warm and genuine.
He’d caress your waist, and play with your hair, sometimes hold out hand out to kiss, playing with the scarily expensive engagement band on your ring finger. Looking at your with a rare softness to his eye, which you gleefully gave back.
As you were about to speak to Hakagure about how much of a pain in the ass your fiance was your boss, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
The reception was winding down when Momo approached you, her elegant white gown trailing behind her. In her hands she clutched her bridal bouquet of roses, peonies, and baby's breath.
"There you are!" she said with a warm smile. "I was hoping to catch you before we leave."
You returned the smile. "Momo, I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!"
She blushed prettily. "Thank you so much. But I actually wanted to pass along these." She extended the bouquet towards you.
You blinked in surprise. "The bridal bouquet? But isn't the bride supposed to toss that for all the sad single ladies to catch?"
Momo laughed lightly. "Traditionally, yes. But I think the bouquet has found its next owner already." Her eyes danced as she nodded towards Bakugo, who was distracted in a heated discussion with Kaminari.
Understanding bloomed across your face and you felt yourself redden. "Oh! Because Bakugou and I are engaged now..."
"Precisely." Momo pressed the bouquet into your hands. "Tonight's bouquet toss was just a formality. These beautiful flowers should go to the next bride-to-be I know."
Cradling the fragrant blooms, you felt a surge of affection for your new friend. "Momo, you're too kind. Thank you!"
She looped an arm around you in a warm side-hug. "Take good care of our Bakugo, alright? He may be rough around the edges, but we all know he's a marshmallow on the inside."
You giggled at the apt description. "You know it. I'll make sure he stays in line."
With a wink, Momo and Todoroki finally pulled away to bid farewell to other guests. You watched her go, inhaling the sweet bouquet scent as a new thrill danced through you.
A bride-to-be. You were a bride-to-be now.
You climbed into the passenger seat, carefully cradling Momo's bouquet in your lap. As Katsuki slid behind the wheel, he glanced over at you, his gaze lingering on the flowers.
"So, Ponytail really passed those off to you, huh?" A faint smirk played across his lips.
You nodded, unable to stop smiling as you breathed in the sweet scent. "She said since we're the next ones getting married, I'm the official new owner."
Katsuki snorted softly, but didn't protest as he started the car. A comfortable silence fell as you pulled away from the venue and began the drive home. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat gruffly. "Thanks for coming tonight. I know my classmates can be a rowdy bunch of idiots."
"Are you kidding?" You turned to face him fully. "Tonight was amazing. Your friends are incredible people. I'm honored they welcomed me so easily."
He kept his eyes on the road, but you saw his shoulders relax. "Yeah...they really took a shine to you."
"Well, I am pretty charming," you quipped, nudging his arm.
Katsuki flashed you a sideways glance, his signature smirk morphing into the genuine, unguarded smile you’ve grown to love. "You really are somethin' else, you know that?"
He reached over to give your knee a gentle squeeze, his calloused fingers lingering. "I'll be honest...I wasn't sure how tonight would go over. Bringing home a fiance out of the blue to those misfits?" He shook his head ruefully. "Could've been a goddamn disaster."
You felt your chest warm at the tender, vulnerable admission. This wasn't a side of Katsuki many ever saw.
"But you..." He exhaled heavily, turning his gaze back to the road. "You just fucking slid right into place, like you've always been there. And those dumbasses lapped it up."
A lump formed in your throat at the reverent awe tingeing his gravelly tone. Katsuki wasn't one for sappiness, but his words spoke volumes.
"I knew picking you was the right goddamn choice," he muttered roughly. "You've had my back through everything. And now my friends have felt how amazing you are, too."
He fell silent, seemingly overwhelmed by his uncharacteristic display of tenderness. You blinked back joyful tears, giving his hand a grateful squeeze.
“Katsuki...belonging is all I've ever wanted. No matter how we met or who you used to be, I've forgiven all of that. Because the man I fell in love with is the incredible hero Dynamight that inspired me. And now I'm learning to love this new side of you— Katsuki Bakugou, my fiance.”
Katsuki was visibly stunned by your words, “Tch...you really are too good for me, you know that?” He then clears his throat roughly. “I'm still getting used to someone giving enough of a damn to stick around through my crap.
He glances over at you, red eyes glinting with rare vulnerability, making you shrink into your seat.
“But I'm goddamn grateful you see something in me worth loving...even the scrawny, hotheaded kid I used to be. You make me want to be worthy of that.
He gives your hand another squeeze before focusing on the road again, seemingly too choked up to continue. But the silence is comfortable, understanding passing between you…
“I've always seen your worth, Katsuki. The real you. And I'll never stop choosing that - past, present, and future. I'm the lucky one.”
A faint smile tugs at his lips as he tries to regain his usual bravado, ”Damn straight you are. Don't you forget it.
Suddenly as the time flew by, Katsuki pulls up infront of your apartment.
"Alright, we're here." He puts the car in park and turns towards you. "Thanks for coming with me tonight. I know it was probably a lot to deal with those misfits all at once."
You chuckled at his words, “I had an amazing time. Thank you for allowing me into that part of your life. It means everything." You glance out the window at the dark, quiet street and then speak. "Though I suppose we'll have to get used to being in the limelight as a couple now, huh?"
Katsuki comedically grunts, "You don't know the half of it. I caught a few paparazzi rats lurking around the venue trying to get shots of us. Expect some kind of wedding announcement by morning." You laugh, shaking your head in amused disbelief. "Well, I did sign up for the full celebrity experience when I said yes, didn't I?" You said slyly.
"Damn right you did. Just think though… pretty soon those vultures will be camped outside our place day and night."
You scoff, "our place?" You raise an eyebrow teasingly. "Feeling pretty confident there, Mr. Dynamight."
Katsuki’s smirk deepens as he leans back cockily. "You know it, future Mrs. Bakugo."
You shake your head, still chuckling as you unbuckle your seatbelt. "In that case, I should get some rest for the chaos that lies ahead. Early morning patrol calls." You say as you tap the window.
Katsuki nods, "same here, they need their number one on the streets."
You open the car door but pause before stepping out, turning back towards Katsuki. A warm smile graces your lips, "thank you again...best surprise ever. I'll see you soon?" you look at him with a sparkle that he can’t resist.
"Yeah...soon."
There's a weighted pause before he suddenly leans forward, calling out your name in a low rumble, "Hey...come here for a sec?" You oblige without thinking, leaning down towards the open window. Katsuki's calloused hand cups your cheek as he nears your face, the distance getting shorter and shorter.
“Let me kiss you.”
You stare into Katsuki’s amber eyes and down at his soft lips before biting your own.
“So do it.”
Quickly pressing his lips firmly against yours. The kiss is ardent yet amazingly tender—full of promise, gratitude, and a love that somehow still catches you off guard. When you finally part, you're breathless, searching his molten eyes…
"Isn't it bad luck to kiss the bride before the wedding?" you teased lightly, breathing warm against each other's lips. Katsuki huffs a laugh, "when have I ever given a damn about stupid superstition?"
His thumb brushes your cheekbone softly as his eyes flicker from your lips to eyes, taking in every fiber of your being. Never to take one feature as a mistake. "Had to properly start getting used to being able to do that anytime I want."
You lean into his touch with a content sigh before finally pulling away. "On that note...I'll see you tomorrow, fiance."
With one last, lingering look, you turn and head towards your door, a dopey smile plastered on your face. As you disappear inside, you can hear the sound of his car revving and speeding off into the night.
You enter your apartment, still grinning from ear to ear after that breathtaking kiss with Katsuki. Kicking off your shoes, you flop down on the bed and reach for your phone. It's then you realize it's still powered off since the reception. As it powers back on, you're bombarded with a flurry of missed calls and texts from your sister.
"Huh? What's all this about?" You mumble to yourself as you scroll through the messages with furrowed brows…
You blink slowly, the words seeming to sap the euphoric warmth from your body. A creeping sense of dread trickles in as you re-read that final text.
"The plan…"
Flashes of the evening flutter through your mind— the rare tender moments you shared, being accepted by his friends, that ardent, loving kiss. But now they're tainted by a spreading sense of unease.
You felt ill at the sight of her text messages.
“This is all just a feeling that will pass, right.”
This isn’t real.
Sinking back onto the mattress, you groan. "Oh god...why do I feel like this?"
Tears sting your eyes as you scroll through old messages with your sister, painting a more sinister picture. This was all premeditated...you were supposed to seduce Katsuki, not fall for him!
"How could I have been so blind? The great hero Dynamight...he's too good for someone like me and he knows it. This was all too good to be true..." You whispered brokenly.
Emotionally and physically drained, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, your sister's damning words burning into your mind over the echoes of Katsuki's vows and tender promises.
"Capture him and make him hold on for dear life."
WHY DID MY OWN FIC MAKE ME FLUSTERD... GUYS TWO MORE CHAPTERS LEFT AND THE SERIES IS OVER OMGGG
(NF) Hey lovely, I saw that you want requests. Could I request a iida x fem!reader fluff? I even have a prompt! You know how in MHA it’s winter break and everyone is bored at the dorms? Someone gets the idea to throw a whole fake wedding and invite all first years/the whole student body. The girls of 1A vote the bride and the guys vote the groom and reader is the bride and iida is the groom, which is good because they secretly like each other, y’know the drill. Iida and reader do the ceremony with vows and the rings and the kiss and all that. Also, there’s lots of cake and a huge party at the end with fireworks!!
That’s the cutest shi I’ve ever cooked up and I want someone talented to write it. If you could tag me to, that’d be awesome!
Love, psi kid 🎀
OHHHHHH MY GOD I FUCKING LIVE FOR THIS, this is seriously so cute. God, why can't I think of these ideas by myself??
꧁★𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝟏-𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆★꧂ — afab
Snow falls gently outside, the world a picturesque white. The students of class 1-A lounge around, boredom plastered on their faces. It's a snow day, just great.
Ochaco twirls a strand of hair and glances at her friends. Even the lively Kirishima looks lethargic on the couch. Denki was about to sink into the floor if he couldn't find a way to annoy his fellow comrades.
Then, an idea sparked.
Ochaco's eyes spark with a twinkle and her lips curled into an intriguing smirk. "We need to do something fun, how about a fake wedding?"
The class exchanges intrigued looks, murmuring amongst themselves. Mina's eyes spark in excitement at the idea. "Yeah! We can vote and groom for our class. It'll be totally adorable!" She squealed.
Everyone nods in agreement as chatter bursts across the common space for today's event.
The entire Class 1-A along with various first years assemble outside, enveloped by the festive atmosphere. Electricity fills the air as the class has been sectioned into two groups to help figure out who will be the bride and the groom.
And out of the corner of your eye, you noticed IIda standing awkwardly in the midst of all this, glancing quick looks at you with a light blush. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself and your friends at the act.
Later into the evening, the room now transformed with makeshift decorations and fairy lights strung everywhere (you can thank Momo for that). The class sat excitedly as Ochaco and Tsuyu held envelopes, ready to announce the lovely couple in waiting.
Standing at the improvised altar (standing on top of a table), they spoke with a grin.
"The results are in! The bride-to-be is... Y/n!"
The class erupts in cheers as you sit in shock of the results, slowing picking yourself off your feet, you stand in front of the "altar," as your face flushes in excitement. Tsuyu then spoke:
"And the groom-to-be is...Iida!"
Iida goes stiff, and his face turns crimson. The boys laugh and nudge him forward. Standing from his feet, he nears himself towards you and bows politely. You send him a wink of encouragement before whispering, "don't be so nervous. I bet you'd make a great husband."
Iida smirks at your words before whispering back, "and I know you'd make a wonderful wife."
As so, a makeshift ceremony begins!
Iida and you stand at the altar with hands intertwined. Wedding dress and suit on (thanking Momo once more!), looking like a match made out of heaven. Everyone watches eagerly as the both of you stand awkwardly, awaiting each other's vows.
"Don't chicken out, four-eyes," Bakugo chuckled. Iida side-eyed the blonde before clearing his throat and pushing up his glasses. "Y/n, ever since the first day we met. I knew you were a woman who I could spend the rest of my days with. You're kind, smart, beautifully-spirited, and one of the best teammates I could see fighting with me to the death..."
The class is swooned by Iida's words, you couldn't help but stand there in shock at the blatant confession thrown in your face.
"Y/n, I vow to always support and protect you...in sickness and in health...even in this mock wedding."
The class erupts in cheers as they hear Iida's beautiful poetic vows.
You chuckle, softening the moment once more.
"Iida, you're someone who I trust and care for deeply, you are a pinnacle in everyone's life and without you, I would be nothing. Your presence keeps me motivated and ready to take on whatever is ahead of me...because that's what you are and I deeply admire you for that."
"You're smart, you're hardworking, and super handsome..."
Iida quickly reddened at your words, your voice sounding like music to his ears. Oh, how he wished this was real.
"And I vow to always support and protect you...in sickness and in health...even in this mock wedding, or out of it."
As you finish, the class erupts in laughter as Iida and Reader exchange playful glances. Holding out your paper-made rings, you change and slide them onto each other's fingers. Ochaco and Tsuyu, beaming with joy, declare them fake husband and fake wife.
"You may now, fake-kiss the bride!"
You'd begin to go in for a simple kiss on the cheek, but suddenly Iida grabs a soft hold of your waist and scoops you down. Planting a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.
A respectful man, we love!
Claps were heard around the room, but the moment between the two of you felt as if no one was there and the room was fading into black. As if nothing mattered but the to of you.
Mina teasingly claps before yelling, "I now pronounce you fake husband and fake wife! You may now fake-party!" The room transforms into a lively celebration, with music playing and students dancing joyfully.
Iida and Reader sneak glances at each other, their fake smiles turning into genuine ones. Photos and videos were taken throughout the night of the heartwarming moment between the class.
And as the night grew young, and the slow subsides. The both of you stand outside and look at the breathtaking array of stars that light up the night sky. Your hand tangled into his, as your head fell softly against Iida's broad shoulder.
Iida couldn't help but play with his makeshift ring, smiling to himself about what the future holds, and how he wanted this future to be a potential reality. Your head suddenly moves from his shoulder, which earns a soft hum from Iida.
You look at him with a light blush as you speak, "this was amazing... thank you, Iida." You spoke softly with a warm smile. "No thank you, Y/n, this night wouldn't have been the same without you."
You hum in response before placing your head back on his shoulder.
You share a quiet, perfect moment as the stars illuminate your faces as a "newlywed couple." Only for the moment to be laughed upon in the future, when your real wedding comes to fruition.
When someone who gives me a tenya rec tells me to jump, I'm gonna JUMP!!!!
Do you all mind if you could send some requests in? I’m in the mood to write but nothing is coming into my head… make sure to refer to my rules before submitting a request!
Imagine Bakugo does overseas promotions in the west and you’re the only one that he can tolerate.
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ENGLISH: These interviews are so stupid.
JAPANESE: こういうインタビューは本当に愚かだ
JAPANESE: もう一度言ってもいいでしょう
ENGLISH: You could say that again
You and Katsuki sat side by side as you snuck a snide remark to one another. The both of you are in attendance at yet another boring interview.
And what pissed Katsuki off was that no one was asking him any questions. And what tops your cake on that?
There were no damn bagels!
"So (hero name), I'm sure you've seen a couple of looks at all the heroes from around the world recently. Tell me; the sight is quite revising ain't it?"
Oh, just your luck.
Misogyny is served hot today.
It's not like a hero of your caliber was here anticipating any questions based on your quirk, or your job as a hero. Nope, just beauty, romance, and what horse you're waiting to ride...
Katuski watching your temper run short at whatever question was asked. He watched as you cleared your throat and tried your best to throw on whatever coy smile you could pull out of your brain and onto your face.
"Yep, a sight for miles."
You answered flatly, Katsuki looked at his side and watched the other heroes in the vicinity quietly chuckle at the scene unfolding, which made Katsuki want to shove a bagel down the interviewer's throat.
Dry.
"And lastly, Dynamight?"
As Katuski glanced back at the interviewer once more, his attention was diverted from the snickering heroes. Raising an eyebrow, he waits for a response.
"Does he have a translator?" The interviewer asked behind him quietly before you jumped in. "No, it's okay. I can interpret for him," you say with a smile.
They let out a hum before continuing with the question. "So, Dynamight, what's it like being in America so far?"
That's it?
The 10-hour flight, multiple language classes, and interview rehearsals...for that? He hasn't been asked a single question since his stay, and when they finally give him the time of day...
ENGLISH: He just asked you what it's like being in America
JAPANESE: 彼はあなたに、アメリカにいるのはどんな感じか尋ねました…
Katsuki wanted to be calm and collected, he had a reputation to maintain for not just himself, but for his country. But he only had those thoughts after you were able to successfully rip him off of the interviewer after one swift lunge and 10 minutes of the most vulgar words you've ever heard in Japanese.
and approximately 30 seconds in English as well.
That's gonna be a lot of paperwork to fill out.
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
After 3 hours of paperwork and convincing the interviewer not to press charges. This left you to babysit the pro hero, with an ice pack in hand.
Katuki winced as you pressed hard on the knot on his temple. "You're an idiot" Katsuki spat back. You knew enough anime to know what he said back to you, which made you press harder on the bruise.
"How are we gonna go through the rest of this week without you lunging at people you slightly disagree with? Are you always like this?"
Katsuki didn't respond.
This makes you travel down a little rabbit hole...
Katsuki Bakugo, also known as Dynamight is known for his hot fiery temper which coincides with his explosive quirk. He may not be the nicest of all the heroes, but he's got the quirk to back up his mouth.
[This was pulled from the official UA Alumni Magazine]
"Wow, what a legacy."
Maybe it's because of the language barrier, but from most of the videos you've seen of him. He doesn't act like that around you. He seems quiet and reserved.
And a tad flirty.
"Well, I think that will do the trick." You placed the ice pack on the side of your bed before sitting next to him. Katsuki gave you a look before rising from the bed and heading towards the door.
"Hey!"
Katsuki turns as you yell loudly at him. Turning around he sees that damn phone. Grabbing it, he reads the message.
