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“So you let him hit?” The exasperation in Katsuki’s tone is clear as day despite the crackling of the phone call.
“No,” you sigh, shifting on your feet, the nervous energy of the conversation sizzling in your veins. “I didn’t let him, it was a mutual hit; if anything, I was the one who initiated.”
Katsuki is silent, the sounds of the city around him taking up the space he would normally fill with insults.
“Kat-“
“Did he cum?” The question is not unexpected, his disdain for the selfish man that is your ex had to have stemmed from somewhere right ?
You sigh, looking down at your phone. “Yes.”
“Did you?” He huffs, as if he is picking up his pace, a job lighting up on his work phone.
“No.”
“Right. Move, can’t you see me running!” Dynamight makes his appearance as he barks at someone on the street. “So he came and you didn’t but you’re the one who hit, run that logic by me.”
“Katsuki, we can talk later. Finish your patrol and well get dinner or something, I don’t want to listen to you huffing in my ear” the offer is a selfish ploy to avoid the current conversation. He can get extra testy while on patrol and you reeeaally don’t want to deal with his adrenaline fuelled irritation so why not keep talking over a calm dinner.
“I can talk, the jobs a few blocks away.” The crackle of his quirk echoes in the background. “Plus I know what you’re playing at, you want nice calm Katsuki but I think you need someone to tell you the truth” wind buzzes through your speaker, then a grunt from Bakugou as he lands.
“Can’t nice Katsuki tell me the truth?”
“Ha. No.” His explosive chuckle is not one of true enjoyment. “No one else is gonna be tough on ‘ya, so it’s my job.”
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, ready to be read to filth by your best friend.
“You’re an idiot for letting him back in, not once but twice. How many times do you have to be shown he is an asshole for it to finally click? I know you have a thick skull but come on,”
The muscles in your jaw clench, teeth grinding against each other as you take your lecture.
“You’re better than this, better than him so what’s the appeal, can’t be the sex I know that for a fact, so what? You want attention? A free meal? I can give that to you.”
“It’s not the same,” you don’t mean for it to come out as whiny as it does but Katsuki sucks on his teeth in response.
“Yeah, it’s not. I’m better,” you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “So next time you think about messaging him, call me and I’ll come get you and show you a better time than he ever could.”
The flirting between the two of you is not new. Somewhere within the last year and a half, the platonic nature of your friendship had turned into something little more. There was something there within the flirting and touching that was not yet romantic but no longer just friendly but it’s Bakugou, his goals too lofty to be weighed down by a relationship and you didn’t want to ruin anything by trying to pursue something that had no ending.
“I think I can show myself a better time than he ever could” you mutter, dragging your hands over your face in frustration.
Katsuki’s laugh is low and clipped. “Real dangerous throwing that image around.”
“I just meant it in a general way, nothing weird you perv!” A lie. You totally meant it like that.
“Mmhmm. Sure.” His voice is distant as if he has already started imagining it. “Ugh, now I’m gonna be thinking about it for the rest of my shift, you asshole. Happy?”
It’s your turn to laugh, rolling your eyes despite being alone. “Delighted. Make sure to get some good press pics afterwards too, get that Baku-bulge in there ya know. Give some of the fans a nice new home screen.”
The line is quiet.
“ ‘Suki?”
“You’ve just killed any type of hard on I had. Don’t ever say that to me or anyone else ever again.” There is no humour in Katsuki’s voice and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you.
“I’m never speaking to you again. That is the worst thing that has ever come out of your mouth.” He continues his tirade. “I can’t believe I’m friends with you, what kind of sick fuck thinks up a word like that. Have you been online? Is that what people are saying??”
You can barely get the words out around your laughter. “No, I just made it up although maybe I should start a blog or something, take that username for myself.”
“I’m hanging up now.” Katsuki warns. “And blocking you forever.”
“Nooo, how will I get my bakubulge fix? Gonna have to look online like that rest of the world?”
“Bye.”
Then the line goes dead.
You’re still laughing when the text messages roll in.
I finish at 10. Come to mine, we can eat and you can stay over.
You’re paying.
What’s his instagram? I want to cyber bully him.
a/n: omggg my first katsuki fic after saying ill never write for mha again eeee wow I almost forgot how to write for him i miss him
exactly where i wanna be
pairings & cw: k. bakugou x high-maintenance reader, f!reader, prohero timeskip, reader is a liiiitle ditsy, language, established relationship, diva alert
synopsis: so what you're a little bitchy, and maybe you don't think very hard, and maybee you need him to do everything for you...oh yeah you're a princess. its his fault though, and he loves it over here
wc: 3.6k
"baby."
you yelled from the bathroom counter, legs crisscross applesauce as you touched up your mascara, your silk robe sliding off one shoulder.
no response.
"babyyy." you drawled out, a bit louder this time, still fully focused on your own reflection.
you tore your gaze away from the mirror looking to your left at the doorway, nothing. the audacity. your cheeks puffed out as you sighed and got ready to yell again.
"KATSU—"
"what the hell woman?!" his voice raised as he whips around the doorframe, brows furrowed.
you instantly smile upon seeing him, turning back towards the mirror and finishing up your makeup. "baby i think the lighting in here is ugly. we need the warm lights, these are giving hospital. and you know how i feel about white light."
he pinches the bridge of his nose and observes you through the mirror. "you called me in here, no, screamed for me to come in here about the fuckin' lights?"
you stopped applying your powder to look at him inquisitively, your brow raised as if the answer was obvious.
"uh duh. it's making me look ugly, i almost took all of my makeup off and went back to bed."
he leaned against the doorframe fascinated. not just because there was a beautiful hot mess of a woman sitting on his counter, but also by the shit that comes out of your mouth before nine in the morning.
god—he wouldn't have it any other way.
"yes princess i'll fix it for ya tomorrow." he walked behind you and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, looking down at the watch on his wrist. "you have fifteen minutes. pick it up."
you turned toward him with wide eyes, holding your arms out so he could put you back down on the ground. "but i need my coffee first!"
katsuki chuckled as he placed you on your feet, walking away without another word before coming back with a delicious looking iced coffee in his hand.
"i was midway through making the damn thing when you started screaming."
you took it and scanned it, your eyes flicking between him and the cup.
"did you put sugar in it?"
"yeah."
"enough?"
"jesus christ."
you tap your foot looking up at him. "that wasn't an answer."
he squints at you, annoyed in the way only he can be when he's secretly entertained. "yes, brat. enough."
you consider him carefully, like a queen deciding whether or not a knight is worth sparing.
then: "okay."
you happily sip the coffee as you walk past him into your “shared” (because 90% of it was your clothes, shoes, and bags) walk-in closet rummaging through clothes with one hand and drink in the other. your mouth literally never leaving the straw. he watches from the bed, the tiny domestic performance of it was so stupidly dear to him that he'd rather die than say it out loud.
thats the thing.
everyone else thinks he's patient with you. as if he's suffering nobly. as if loving you is some kind of endurance sport.
they don't get it.
they don't understand that katsuki likes this. loves it, actually.
loves the sound of your voice when it gets whiny and put-upon. loves the way you drift around his space like it was built for you. loves that you complain to him with absolute confidence that he’ll either fix it, replace it, or tell you to quit bitching and then fix it anyway.
he likes that you only act this way because you know, down to your bones, that he can hold it.
that he won't embarrass you for wanting.
that he won't make you feel stupid for liking pretty things, expensive things, soft things. that he won't call you too much when he is, in fact, the one who made you this way.
oh he spoiled you rotten. toothache rotten. that part is entirely his fault.
you used to reach for the cheaper option out of habit, used to say no too quickly, used to look at price tags before you looked at whether you even liked something.
not anymore.
now, if you pause in front of a shop window even a second too long, katsuki notices.
if you say, "its cute, but—" he's already opening the door.
if you mention it, in passing, that you've run low on the serum you like, it appears in the bathroom the next day in doubles.
he got mean about it, weirdly. not mean mean, but katsuki mean.
the first time he found out you'd been rationing the stupidly expensive perfume he bought you for your birthday because you "didn't want to use it up too fast," he stared at you so hard you nearly laughed.
then he took the bottle from your hand, put it back on the vanity, opened something on his phone right in front of you, and bought three more.
you blinked at him from your spot on the bed. "thats excessive."
he hadn't even looked up. "no its fuckin' not."
"i don't need four bottles of perfume."
"then use it more."
"katsuki."
he'd finally lifted his eyes, sharp and flat and impossible to argue with. "i bought it because i like it on you, stop acting like you're gonna get in trouble for enjoying your own shit."
and of course, because he was an insufferable asshole incapable of letting a moment sit without making it a little hostile, he added, "you're spoiled. try acting like it."
so yes—this is his fault.
every silk pillowcase, every hair appointment, every shopping bag, and "baby, can you carry this?" and "katsuki, i don't like the towels here," and also "can we leave, i hate the vibe."
his fault. not that he'd change a fucking thing.
you placed your coffee on the little island in your closet, holding up two pairs of heels and turning toward him.
"versace or dior today?" puffing up one of your cheeks as you wiggled the two options in your hands. an extremely hard decision actually.
he rolled his eyes before getting up from the bed and making his way toward you, shaking his head as he walked.
"remember the last time you wore the versace? you lasted twenty minutes and i had to carry you. the dior is more casual, good for the breakfast, which i'll remind you we need to be at soon."
you nodded in agreement as you put the other heels back, slipping off your robe and stepping into the short white dress that you had picked out all by yourself. you looked up at him as you slid into your heels.
"you're so smart baby, what would i do without you?"
he shot an amused look before kissing your forehead and walking out, "you still have those clips in your hair by the way."
he especially loves it when you text him a million updates on your day while he's working.
you: my nail appointment ran long and now im starveddddd you: the place downstairs put pickles on my sandwich. they know i hate pickles. this feels targeted. you: can you come home with those like little fruit tarts from that bakery i like? you: omg not the big ones btw. the little ones. the big ones are ugly.
he likes reading them in the backseat of a car on the way to interviews, sporting a fresh bruise on his jaw, feeling the way his whole face goes weirdly soft before having to physically control it so no one notices.
suki: eat something real first suki: i'll handle the sandwich place suki: yeah
he loves that you call him immediately after and say, "why did you sound so mean in your texts? are you being sassy with me?"
"you text like a menace. im at work."
"you can still be sweeter."
"you're alive and fed and wearin' shit i bought ya. thats sweetness."
your cute little sigh through the phone warms his heart so much. "barely."
"you're annoyin'."
"you adore me."
a pause. a little hush. like the whole world knows better than to interrupt.
then he says, every single time, with no hesitation at all, "yeah."
he doesn't think you're a brat when you complain, he just thinks you're honest. saying the things that everyone else swallows. some call it no filter, no social cues, or even blunt.
katsuki likes the directness of it. likes that with you, there's no passive-aggressive little games, no pretending nothing's wrong until it curdles into resentment.
if you're upset, he knows.
if you want something, he knows.
if someone's pissed you off, oh he definitely fucking knows. just like tonight.
all it took was once glance at you the second he walked into the restaurant, spotting you already seated at the table with his friends. you're gorgeous, obviously. you're always gorgeous. tonight its in a slinky little dress that probably cost more than most people's rent, hair glossy, jewelry delicate, makeup perfect. oh but your expression is flat in a way that tells him you're two minor inconveniences away from homicide.
kirishima sees him first. "bro!"
"hey," kaminari says, grinning. "your girl's been bullying the waiter."
"i have not," you say, before katsuki even reaches the table. "i corrected him. there's a difference."
"you made him bring back three wine glasses," mina says, a little too delighted.
"because they were spotty," you reply. "am i supposed to drink expensive wine out of a fogged-up glass like i've lost all self respect?"
katsuki pulls out your chair a little and leans down to kiss the side of your head before he sits. "you eat yet?"
your whole face changes when you look at him, not necessarily softer. you never became some watered down version of yourself around him. more like the tension in you finds the exact place its allowed to land.
"no." you say. "i was waiting."
his hand settles over the back of your neck for a second, thumb brushing the skin there. "good."
across the table, sero makes a face. "that was weirdly hot."
"shut the hell up," katsuki barks, but his attention is already back on you. "what happened?"
you exhale dramatically. "everything."
"specifics, baby."
"the hostess tried to seat us by the kitchen. the menus were sticky. the waiter kept calling me sweetheart."
his eyes sharpened at that. "which waiter?"
you touch his wrist. "don't start."
"which one?"
"katsuki."
he looks at you, and you give him that look right back—the one that says you are perfectly capable of handling yourself and also maybe a tiny bit pleased that he's instantly ready to commit a felony on your behalf.
mina is trying not to laugh. "see, this is what i'm saying. you enable her."
katsuki reachers for the water glass in front of you, checks it like it personally offended him, then flags down another server without even raising his voice.
"this one's dirty," he says. "bring her a clean glass. and another menu."
the server blinks. "of course."
he turns back to the table. silence stretching thick.
kaminari weakly says, "you don't even look embarrassed."
katsuki frowns at him. "why the hell would i be embarrassed?"
"because—" kami vaguely gestures at you. "because she's being...y'know."
you raise your brows this time. "go on."
"specific." kirishima finished diplomatically, doing his very best to avoid conflict.
katsuki leans back in his chair, one arm draped behind yours. "and?"
"and thats hard to deal with," sero says.
"for you."
and there it was. that right there. you had to hide your smile in your hand.
he never asks you to be less.
never gives you that look, the one that says don't make this a thing, don't be difficult don't be too much right now. he meets you where you are. he'll adjust accordingly, and he'll make room.
because to him, loving you is not some great act of patience. it's not a burden he shoulders because there's a shiny award at the end.
you are the reward.
every specific little preference, every dramatic sigh, eye rolls when something is beneath your standards. every exacting opinion and offended pout and "be serious" look you send him when the world is not arranged to your liking.
its all you. and he loves all of you.
dinner goes better after that.
he doesn't even bother letting you order, or even asking what you want because he already knows. he switches your fork when it has a water spot you don't like. he pushes his drink toward you when yours is running low. when your heel suddenly catches against the chair leg and you mutter, irritated, he drops a hand to your ankle and rubs once, absent and grounding like your discomfort belongs to him too.
nobody else seems to know what to do with the way you are.
but he does.
later, in the car, you sit with one leg folded under you, your heels kicked off the moment you had entered. also something katsuki predicted would happen when you asked for outfit advice. the city outside the windows blurs in gold and white. katsuki drives one-handed, the other resting heavy on your knee.
you stare at him for a while.
he notices, obviously.
"you're doing that thing."
"what thing?"
"staring at me like you're about to either say somethin' emotional or start a fight."
"mmm maybe both."
he huffs a laugh.
streetlight spills over the hard line of his jaw, catches in the pale ash blonde of his hair. older now, broader, more settled into himself. confidence without the performance strain of it. he doest need to prove himself anymore. especially not to you.
"do i embarrass you?"
he looks over, eyes wide like you just said the most ridiculous thing in the world, which is also insane to say as ridiculous things fly out of your mouth every day. "the hell are you talkin' about?"
you look out the window.
the thing is—you know what people think of you. that you're spoiled, dramatic, materialistic, kinda mean.
and okay, maybe you are spoiled. because katsuki saw what made your life easier and prettier and softer, and instead of calling you too much for wanting it, he made it so you never even had to ask. he booked the hard to get reservations, the spontaneous flights, replaced those cheap sheets with the ones you liked. he memorized your orders, your dress size, which jewelry you liked for all day wear.
he built an entire life around your comfort like it was the most natural thing in the world. so yes, maybe now, years later, you complain a little more. maybe your standards are impossible for anyone who isn't him.
you're only like this, though, because he made the world feel safe enough to be particular in.
you didn't have to shrink with him.
you got bigger. brighter. needier in the way flowers are needy for sun.
your throat tightens a little.
"i know i'm annoying," you mutter.
his entire body language changes. "who said that?"
"no one."
"bullshit."
you sigh. "i just know."
katsuki stops at the red light and turns fully to look at you, like really look at you.
"listen to me," he says, low and flat and dripping with certainty. "you're not annoyin'."
you give him a look. your look.
"i complain all the time."
"so?"
"im kinda mean."
"you're picky."
"you can't say i'm not difficult."
he shrugs one shoulder and the light turns green, but he doesn't move for half a second because this apparently matter more than the honking car behind him.
"you are difficult," he says finally.
your chest sinks.
"—and i like that."
you blink. he drives forward, expression set, like he didn't just casually rearrange your entire internal organ system.
"you know how many people in this world are boring as fuck?" he goes on. "how many people expect you to make yourself smaller so they can feel comfortable bein' mediocre around you?"
your eyes sting a little, annoyingly so.
katsuki continues, voice rough and sure. "you got opinions, you got taste, you know what you want. you don't sit there smilin' through dumb shit just so other people can feel better about givin' you less than you deserve."
you swallow hard.
"and yeah," he says, glancing over, "you're a pain in the ass sometimes."
you laugh wetly, because of course he'd say it like that.
"but you're my pain in the ass." his thumb strokes once over your knee. "exactly where i want you."
tears slip freely now before you can stop them.
katsuki notices immediately and groans. "ah, hell, stop it woman."
"i hate you," you whisper.
"no, you don't."
"you made me cry in the car. my mascara is probably runny. and my nose is gonna be snotty."
he digs a tissue out of the console with one hand, passes it you you without looking. "you'll survive."
you dab under your eyes carefully. "i look pretty when i cry don't i?"
he snorts. "there she is."
you're mostly recovered by the time you both make it home. mostly.
enough to resume normal routine, which means standing in the entryway while Katsuki kneels to unbuckle the straps of your heels because you've declared your feet "too emotionally exhausted" to do it yourself.
he glances up at you from where he's crouched, beautiful ruby eyes meeting your own. "emotionally exhausted."
"yes."
"from sitting at dinner and being hot?"
"from enduring the public, baby."
he hums like this is a valid medical explanation.
there are men out there who would feel emasculated by this, maybe. by kneeling for a woman who complains about dirty wine glasses and insists on fresh flowers in the apartment every week and refuses to carry anything heavier than her own phone.
but he looks like a king from where he is. looks like worship doesn't diminish him whatsoever, looks like devotion—when done right—is power.
"what?" he asks.
"i love you."
his expression shifts—small, but devastating. a little surprise, even now. not because he doubts it. just simply because it still gets him, every time.
"yeah?" he says softly.
you hum in response.
you smooth a hand over the front of his shirt. "even though you're kinda bossy."
he quirks a brow. "kinda?"
"and mean."
"to everyone else."
"and occasionally to me."
"you like it."
you sigh dramatically. "unfortunately."
the corner of his mouth lifts. he slides both hands under your thighs and picks you up like you weigh nothing. you let out a small squeal and tighten your arms around him, indignant on instinct.
"your feet are emotionally exhausted," he says, deadpan, already carrying you down the hall. "wouldn't want you sufferin'."
you narrow your eyes. "you're making fun of me."
"a little."
"you're so rude to the woman you love."
he pushes the bedroom door with his shoulder. "and yet.."
and yet.
thats the whole thing, really.
and yet he knows the exact serum you're running low on without checking. and yet he moved your charger to your side of the bed because you always forget it in the living room. and yet he can identify the difference between your annoyed sigh and your actually upset one from another room. and yet he takes the pins out of your hair one by one when you're too tired.
and yet he still looks at you like none of this is charity. like loving you isn't labor. like you are not too much.
like you are, some fuckin' how, exactly enough to fill every empty place inside his fiery self.
he sets you on the bed and starts unfastening his watch, but not before unzipping the back of your dress because he knew you'd ask him to.
"you really mean it?" you say, because the feeling you have right now is too big to leave alone.
he glances over.
"when you say that," you add. "that im where you want me?"
katsuki stills.
then he steps back between your knees where you sit on the edge of the mattress, braces his big hands on either side of you, and lowers just enough that you can't look anywhere but him.
"there's nowhere else i want you," he says.
and you hate how much it affects you.
your fingers curl in the front of his shirt. "even when i'm being awful?"
his mouth twitches. "especially then."
and you both just sit there for a minute, eyes flickering between each others, back and forth.
then he kisses you. not a nasty sloppy kiss like he needs you desperately. the kind of kiss that says he knows, he understands, and he chose this. the kind of kiss that says every spoiled little thing about you fits into his scarred hands like it was made for them.
you melt into it, because of course you do.
you know he's the love of your life. your love in every life.
and you both get ready for bed in your normal routines. he hands you every serum and product you need without you having to ask. but don't be mistaken, because whether you realize it or not, you do all of these things for him too.
you do it as you put his watch back in the case since he always leaves it lying around. you do it as you mindlessly pull out the pants he likes to wear to bed every night. you do it as you grab a water from the mini fridge since he chugs one down every night before bed. you do it as you hang up his hero suit for tomorrow, already having cleaned it earlier.
you do it because you love him so damn much.
and you love the way he loves you.
and katsuki is exactly where he wants to be.
with you in his bed, in his shirt, asking for ridiculous velvet hangers after nearly crying over how loved you are.
his beautiful, impossible girl.
his favorite pain in the ass.
his princess.
i’ve been getting inspired by these like bitchy reader fics i’ve been seeing so had to do one myself (a lil different) this was the cutest thing i’ve ever written omg also reader is soooooo valid id be the exact same way if i was rich, unemployed, and obviously dating katsuki bakugou. love her.
finally finished my ep 26-30 drawings!! phew...
I was a bit bummed about the lack of bakugou in these episodes but then I realized how much stain would've hated him so maybe it's a good thing he sat this one out
A huge fan of stains quirk though. As for stain himself, I think his ideals are super half-baked and kinda dumb but I respect the fact he's an equal opportunity hater good for him
(previous watch drawings can be found here)
Patrol
Post-it Dadmight! (This arc stressed me out but I loved watching 2-4 dads chase their feral child around a city trying to get him to take care of himself)
watched episodes 4-7 of BNHA. These doodles got away from me…
Thoughts so far: Izuku’s self destructive tendencies being encouraged by All Might is wild, Aizawa is hot, Bakugou getting angry over nothing is so funny, Izuku’s mom is cute
BOOOO👻😋
I like the idea of pro hero Kacchan saving all of the plushies/letters/drawings his fans give him.
mixed laundry
Yo…this is my first post on tumblr.. but here’s the Damian Wayne and he’s little precious kitty Alfred that I drew today!! 💞😼 ( you have no idea how many times I erased Damian’s face over and over again 💀)
Reddit user has cracked the code on how to read fanfic and study at the same time
(image via twitter)
original reddit post
on my way
all the other weird fucked up cats are safe and happy and healthy btw
Grace: *Retroactively freaking out about Doing A Misogyny™*
Rocky: Me and the bestie!!! :)
Life is beach
The thing about kids is that they’re so little