Reblog this and put your zodiac sign, whether you prefer the ocean or the woods, coffee or tea, sunrise or sunset, dragons or monsters, and pink or blue.
imagine being married and bakugo dealing with these kind of interviews.
“who’s your hero crush?” “my wife.”
“which hero do you find the most attractive?” “my wife.”
“if you weren’t married which hero would you like to date?“ “MY WIFE. IF I WASNT MARRIED TO HER I WOULD BE TRYING TO MARRY HER.”
“which her—“ “NO MORE QUESTIONS I WANT MY WIFE!!”
”if there was anything you would wish for every single time, what would it be?”
“I said my wife you numbskull.”
“sir I asked what, not who—“
“yEAH WELL I WANT MY WIFE.”
people talk about you having his beta merch but what if he had yours? he has a little shelf dedicated to beta versions of figures of you that might be released to the public. he has a little section in his part of the closet that is full of wonky designs made from past companies that were the firsts of your hero merch.
bakugo being pissed off that people keep asking if he wasn’t with you who would he be with because he’s choosing you either way.
“if y/n never accepted your feelings, who would you have been with?”
“they actually would and did accept my feelings, so I’m gonna go with y/n.”
what about a scenario of bakugou running into his crush while their both on internships causing her to see his “new look” caused by best jeanist?
Slicked Hair and Spilled Coffee
Bakugou x gn!Reader | Word Count: 1k
Just reading this idea made me laugh, this is a good one! I modified it a lil since I feel more comfortable writing for characters when they are aged up (they’re freshly graduated sidekicks instead, maybe one or two years into their careers)— but the gist is still there though!
Cw: cursing, gn!reader, pro-hero au, yn works at an unnamed hero agency, slight flashback moments, it’s soft tho
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“Two Americano, one hot one iced, two lattes, one with almond milk, one nitro cold brew, one vanilla frappuccino and one hot caramel macchiato.”
That’s the order you speak minutes before disaster. Of course an order of this size takes a while, and you don’t blame the barista. After all, it’s a given that eight drinks will take a while to make, but it doesn’t change the fact that your agency is still waiting for you. Drinks settled in their cartons, you rush unbalanced from the coffee shop, into the already bustling morning streets.
Your arms are piled high and you’re in a rush back to your fellow sidekicks- so it’s not entirely your fault when, as you squeeze your way through crowds on the narrow sidewalk, you bump into someone, resulting in the dropping of three cups, coffee spilling across the both of you in what feels like slow motion. You open your mouth to apologize, but are cut off before you can even look up.
“Damn it! Watch where you’re going!”
You’re startled by a familiar voice. Eyes still downcast as you gather yourself, you’re more surprised that you didn’t immediately notice the signature red X emblazoned upon the chest of the person in front of you. Well, it used to be red, now it was decorated with coffee brown. You’d recognize that symbol anywhere, and the angry tone that accompanied it? That’s the voice you hadn’t been able to forget since you’d last heard it years ago. However, you’re in for another surprise as you raise your head, taking in the appearance of your old classmate (and though you wouldn’t say so openly, your third-year crush). It might’ve been a while, but you didn’t think he would’ve changed that much.
“Bakugou?” You hold back a laugh as you clutch the remaining coffee cups to your chest. “Fancy seeing you here, King Explosion Murder.”
“Of course it’s you I run into like this.” His tone stays cold, but his scowl relaxes a little. “And you got the coffee fuckin’ everywhere. Looks like you haven’t changed, huh Y/N?”
“What are you suggesting? You think I’m still a clumsy high schooler?”
“Take it how you want.” He mutters. As if he would dare tell you that there was more to his statement than that, that he’s glad to see your hero costume looks as good as he remembered, that your smile still holds the same warmth from back when he couldn’t get you out of his head.
“It doesn’t seem you’ve changed too much either.” A teasing grin tugs at your lips, “Well, except for the hair.”
His eyes narrow immediately as he begins to spew a variety of nearly incomprehensible insults while you begin to laugh. Damn Best Jeanist and the agency dress code, the jeans are too tight and the slicked hair makes him look like an old office worker, not the badass hero he had always wanted to be. Why’d you have to run into him now and not during off hours, when he looked better, when he could take more time to- Wait, why did he still care?
“Shut up! I wouldn’t wear it like this if I had a choice, it’s that old man’s fault!”
“I’m just teasing. You have a nice face, so it’s not that bad.”
“You’re making fun of me, huh? Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”
He doesn’t know whether the heat rising to his head is anger or something else as he considers that you had just given him a compliment. One might think that after all this time any residual feelings he had for you would’ve been long gone, but the flustered feeling rising in his chest leaves him choosing between cursing you and cursing himself.
“I’m not lying to you.” You tilt your head innocently at him, “I never lied to you even once, did I?”
You’re right of course. You’d never lied to him, as if you could bring yourself to lie and face the intensity of that gaze and not crack. Had he asked about it back then, you would’ve told him that you liked him, but a relationship wasn’t something he had been interested to pursue in those days, and asking you would’ve meant admitting to his own feelings. But if he asked you now, would you tell him again? Given more time with him, you think that the answer might not have changed.
He hopes that the answer still hasn’t changed.
But however much one may hope, time isn’t a luxury you have right now. You’re reminded of this reality as your phone buzzes in your pocket.
“Work?” He asks.
“Yeah. I’ve gotta go… Can’t wait to see how happy they are when only half of them get their coffee.”
You sigh as you remember the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. Nobody is happy when they don’t get their morning caffeine. He raises an eyebrow at your words.
“They got a hero like you runnin’ coffee errands?”
“They got a hero like you wearing jeans that tight?”
“At least I’m on patrol!” He snaps, “What else are you doin’ today, making copies?”
“You’re insufferable.” You huff. Yet you can’t help but feel as though you shouldn’t end the conversation there. “So... When does your patrol end? I didn’t know you were still in the area.”
“Ending it early because of you. Look at this mess.” He gestures roughly to his stained front. “What’s it matter to you?”
“Just thought we could get lunch later. My treat, I’ve got a hero’s wage even if I do just get the coffee.”
“Can’t. Busy today.”
“Oh.” You try not to look too crestfallen as you continue to ignore the incessant buzzing of your work phone. Curse the busy work schedule!
“I’m off at 7 though.” He runs a hand through his hair, an unsuccessful attempt to tousle it back to the way you're used to seeing it. “You like curry?”
“I- Yeah! Yeah I do!”
“Dinner then. I’ll contact you.”
You part your separate ways after obligatory goodbyes and exchanging of phone numbers, a new bounce in your step in spite of the coffee stains on your hero suit. He glances back as you turn the corner, and as soon as you’re out of sight he aggressively rubs his hands against the roots of his hair, popping small explosions in his palms while muttering to himself.
Summary: If our habits are just another way to stay close to the people we love, Bakugou Katsuki will triple knot his shoelaces every day for the rest of his life.
Likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated, but no reposts please!
Warnings: swearing, super fluffy, mentions of blood/minor injuries, alcohol, slight soulmates(?)
BESTIE THE TAG DIDNT TAG ME BUT AHHHHHH you said basically all the stuff i would have said ALSO THE UNTYING OF SOMEONE’S SHOES BECOMING AN INTIMATE THING AIFNSKFJDJD AND MY MOUTH ALSO DROPPED AT “MARRY ME”I CANTTTT
the first time you held hands, katsuki doesn’t relax his fingers. say you were comparing hand sizes until you slip your fingers between his and squeeze, and he stares at it :T before he realizes what you meant.
also, at the most random times you reach over to pinch his cheeks, “it’s like a reward” tiktok sound. squish his face and smoosh his cheeks up down around. and he jumps away every time. katsuki never noticed how his face is more round or his cheeks are full, and now that you bring attention to them he gets embarrassed.
it’s not that he doesn’t want to hold your hand. he does, believe when I say he really does. he just lets say, doesn’t know how. the last time he held someone’s hand was his fathers when he was little. he can’t find the right time or place to do it, and he doesn’t know how to walk with someone while holding their hand.
he’s used to you comparing hand sizes at lunch or while walking and then letting go. but when he feels you squeeze both of your hands together, he holds that :T face. once he gets used to walking while holding hands, he thinks it’s pretty neat. he likes holding your hand.
with his cheeks, he’s been aware he has somewhat of a baby face. they’re not too full, and they don’t stick out much but he can still see them. he never gets used to how much you absolutely adore, love, cherish, and outright enjoy his baby face.
whenever you poke his cheek to get his attention he turns his head and says, “hah?” while your finger stays in place. you smile because you can see his cheek pudge a bit and it’s adorable.
he sneers a bit once he find out your true intentions and swats away your hand.
imagine holding onto the sides of his face near his ears and kissing both his cheeks softly after he has a bad day, a bad night. he sighs so deeply he feels like he’s going to deflate.
pinching his cheeks whenever he’s annoying you and pulling it so he whines and leaves you alone.
he absolutely HATES it when you two are cuddling and you blow onto his cheeks catching him by surprise. you treat like a literal baby so he gets you back by showing you off the bed of tickling you.
a/n: use of she/her for the reader with an unidentified quirk. tagging @manursuki bc u had a sneak peek bestie
did you have time for crushes?
it didn’t go unnoticed how differently katsuki treated you. you did not have some mean nickname, he never pushed you away, your classmates couldn’t help but be suspicious.
with how you two interacted, your friends would pester izuku asking if something was going on but he’d always stutter out “i- i can’t say!”
you didn’t like katsuki all that much when you were younger, but you two grew up and eventually you became fond of the boy with an explosion quirk. maybe that’s an understatement.
it wasn’t easy to catch, it would only be a second but they saw your hand bump his when you walked together, and whenever you were around, they would see that expression on his face.
“hey, bakugo!”
the mere sound of your voice sent his heart racing, and he looked up to see you making your way through the rows of desks. “can we train tomorrow? i need to work on that big move. promise we can get lunch this weekend.”
a date? the teen quickly pushed the thought out of his head. “yeah whatever. but i’m not waiting, so be ready or i’ll leave without you.”
you lean against his desk, one hand on your hip as you roll your eyes. “you always say that.”
katsuki held his breath when you turn around, being interrupted by denki. your hand accidentally pushed his pencils off the desk and he almost flinched. dammit.
“just a second!” the light that poured through the windows always made your eyes shine with something katsuki’s never seen. maybe it was because of your quirk? maybe you were just breathtaking.
katsuki remembered the time he found you crying —when he hadn't seen you all day and knocked on your door, you were unable to form a sentence and the only thing he could think to do was pat your back.
you never said why you were so upset but he never asked. katsuki just sat with you, wishing he could be someone else who could comfort you better, wipe the tears from your eyes and offer words that wouldn’t come off inadvertently rude.
katsuki was loud and angry. he didn’t need to make friends and made it clear he wasn’t here to play. but whenever you cheered him on, he always filled up from confidence and something else he couldn’t put a finger on. he pushed harder when he knew you were watching.
no one was surprised when you’d skip over to his side before class starts even if you walked in together. you had friends, plenty, but you always made your way back to him.
it had been three months since you two became official, unbeknownst to everyone else, since neither of you thought it was necessary to change the way you two acted in public. katsuki wasn’t the biggest on pda, that said he was a man who preferred to keep your relationship more private.
“he’s staring at her again.” one classmate whispered, instantly catching his attention.
everyone was talking with each other in their own groups before class began, and instead of engaging in conversation with kirishima and the others —who were still talking his ear off— katsuki was watching you from across the room.
when your friends crack jokes about him going soft for little ol’ you, it would lead an embarrassed bakugo katsuki to do what bakugo katsuki does best… yell.
unfortunately one of those times was now. another asked, “you think he’ll finally make a move? maybe he just needs a nudge.”
katsuki felt his blood boil, because why do they care, turning around to glare at them. “excuse me? the hell did you say?!” burn marks already on the back on his seat.
a hand landed on his shoulder from behind and he knew who it was. “katsuki, use your inside voice please.”
it was as if the whole class was paying attention to this scene because in a second everyone froze, looking at you.
“she’s crazy, no way—” they prepared for him to throw a fit or at least a rude remark. but he only mutters and turns back around, glaring at his desk. “it worked.”
it was a nice change; everyone could agree, and really, you were surprised. he was so unpredictable at the same time.
“i’m going to hang out with izuku and his friends, wanna come?” you ask after everyone goes back to normal. “not a chance.” he scoffs, and you start to go on about your plans for the weekend.
but you could tell that katsuki was thinking hard about something. twirling his pencil, brow furrowed as he chewed on his lip. a habit that he'd no doubt picked up from a friend. after a silence that was far too long, you nudged his shoulder.
his gaze shifted up to meet yours, head tilted in a mix of confusion and concern. "what're you thinking about?" you asked, "you'll get wrinkly if you worry too much.”
he ignored that last part “we still don’t know where we’re going.”
you thought it was serious but katsuki was just having trouble picking where you two are going out for lunch. you laugh at him and walk back to your seat, “okay. i want katsudon!”
AAAAAAHHHHHH IM SO HONORED TO BE TAGGED IN THIS JAJDKSJDJD the sneak peek makes more sense in context and even tho i read it before i still laughed at that part
both of these parts: him agreeing to help you bc he thinks of it as a date and also “maybe you were just breathtaking” WHEN HE’S A SIMP >>>
and ofc him doing better when you watch to show off AND him shutting up bc YOU said it 😤😩👍🏼
sorry i’m just restating you fic at this point but i love when it’s from his POV bc it’s not just about how much we love him but more about how much he loves us
ofc tho this line: “you had friends, plenty, but you always made your way back to him.” SOB 😭😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼
it’s funny how intense he was contemplating lunch plans too lmao
OMG ALSO IZUKU SAYING “I CANT SAY” IS HE THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS ABOUT KATSUKI’S FEELINGS??? it’s implied katsuki and the reader grew up together, at least for a bit, so izuku is aware of katsuki’s feelings? OR KATSUKI ACTUALLY TOLD HIM KSKDJSJDJD
[ katsuki bakugou x gn!reader, very self indulgent ]
note : i know japan has a grading like A, B, C and etc but let’s pretend like we don’t know that, thank you <3
“hey! look what grade i got from math? i got a freakin’ 95! ”
you look up from the organization of numbers on your laptop to see mina enter the lounge, as well as the rest of the class behind her most likely chattering about their grades. you can hear some whines about how bad they did in a particular subject, and screams out of joy on how they were able to pass and have a high score.
for you however, you grades were never really bad now. sure, you didn’t focus much on studying when you first entered UA, but that changed quickly when you met your classmates that were doing so much better than you, especially your forever such perfect boyfriend, katsuki.
we'll make the great escape (ft bakugou katsuki x gn reader)
a/n: okay so i'm at that point in my week where kind of anything is gonna send me spiraling so here's some self-indulgent bakugou fluff
warnings: mentions of a mental breakdown, literally just the author's life story, not proofread, not much dialogue, kind of a vent fic, this is in their third year (bakugou is much more mellow) and i think that's all? DM me if you want something added
when katsuki had heard from kirishima that you had locked yourself in your room and asked dunce face to cut off all power there, he'd rolled his eyes. there was no reason to do that unless you were joking or... very much upset.
why would you, a perfectly rational and emotionally sound person, be so upset over such small inconveniences?
sure, you'd had to get up at five in the morning to feed your screaming cats. yes, you'd had to hang out with your brother all weekend and he'd suddenly become upset with you and wouldn't give any more explanation than the angry sniffles to his bedroom. and you'd definitely spilled boiling water for your ramen down your chest just before returning to the dorms.
but why was that what finally got to you? you're usually so strong so why now are you so... pathetic?
he didn't bother knocking on your door. 'i'll give them some time tonight and get them up early for a run,' was his thinking. when he texted you about this plan for your confirmation and you marked it as read, he couldn't help but feel ignored. but you would tell him if you needed him, you always have!
an hour goes by, it's around the time when he would be happily asleep, not a worry on his mind. tonight was far different.
katsuki paced the wooden floor of his own dorm room back and forth for most of that hour, sending another text as he did. besides sleeping - and he knew you weren't - what reason could you have to not answer him?
finally he walks to your door, but he still doesn't knock, doesn't speak, doesn't give you any indication he was there. he hears water running, cloth rustling, and your muffled whimpers and sobs.
that was his last straw, he knew he needed to help but how? you'd always done anything in your power to keep from feeling or seeming vulnerable with him, would you even want his help?
another choked sob is what finally pulls him from his stupor and he finally taps two gentle knocks before trying the knob.
it's locked.
he hears more sniffles and then silence from your side. "i know you're in there. i... i heard you fuckin- crying. just let me in."
there's several moments of more shuffling and then the lock turning before you crack the door and peer out at him.
it's heartbreaking for him to see your red-rimmed e/c eyes and trembling lower lip. you have your favorite blue plush blanket hugging your body and he can see candles lit behind you. your laptop is playing a video in the background, a muted superhero show playing on the screen.
his jaw drops open the slightest as he scrambles to find something - anything - to make you feel better.
you're just about to close the door again and resume your midnight melancholy alone when he slips his hand into the door.
his voice cracks as he steps into the room and whispers, "c'mere," one arm reaching to you while the other closes your door. the dull thud as you flopped into his chest and proceeded to break into hiccupy breaths is almost enough to drag him down with you.
one large hand runs up and down your back, the other softly petting your head as he hugs you tight and rumbles deep from his chest, "you'll be okay."
bell pepper — tumblr kept giving me problems w this… they were saying don’t. thank u @boo-kugo for helping me with the ending
do you believe in love, katsuki?
the sky was orange and purple when he speaks out of the blue, “i hope we’re more than friends,” katsuki looks over and you were staring at him, heart beating faster in his ears. “me too, kat.”
“no- i mean. shit. look, i know that i’m.. me. but i like you.. a lot. if i said that i.. care about you.. would you laugh at me?”
for the rest of your life you’ll remember the sharp breath he took when you leaned over and pressed a small kiss on his lips. your hands cradle the sides of his face, taking in the smell of oak and spices that clung to katsuki.
“holy shit.” he said when you pull away, and you roll your eyes. “that’s romantic.” the red on his cheeks and the tips of his ears when you tuck back his hair, “i mean.. holy shit.”
your first kiss wasn’t the most romantic, but it was with him. the boy who confessed in the middle of class, with a simple note written in neat (obviously practiced) writing. the boy who’d ask if you got enough sleep and made breakfast, the most important meal of the day.
the boy you looked up at the stars with, creating stories and naming each one. “that one shines the brightest, like you.” the smile on your face made him pause, looking into your eyes and feeling love. “i’m not- don’t say stuff like that.”
katsuki thought it was cheesy, it made no sense, but he found himself believing it anyway. the minutes of silence after the sun had set, the cool breeze on your skin before you get ready to head back home.
it was as if you didn’t just share something so special, another conversation sparking up. you look at the dark sky. “you taste gross, by the way. eat bell peppers much?”
the fake laugh is enough to make you smile, and he slaps your back. “i dare you to bite into a whole pepper —you’ll cry like a damn baby.”
“you know, if we’re going to date you should be a little nicer to me, huh?”
his shock gives you a few seconds to push him away and walk ahead, holding in a laugh. “what?” he calls, the sound of hurried feet behind you.
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