one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.
I was like “eh” about Baxter when he didn’t have his own route.. wasn’t counting down or anything because how could it be better than cinnamon roll Cove and golden retriever Derek??
THEN.
I went to his house AS AGREED UPON.
And met the ADORABLE morning Baxter.
Who slammed the door upstairs and immediately poked his head out to apologise and say he didn’t mean to do that.
From that moment on…
He also threw some socks in my face while packing and apologised.
Out of sight, out of mind. Is what you always reminded yourself after you moved away from home. No longer under the watchful eye of your childhood bully, and free to live your life the way you wanted. A semi-successful career, monthly get-togethers with the girls from college. Free to date any and every man that walked into your line of sight.
Until you find yourself in the predatory gaze of a stalker, hungry for anything you have to offer.
Now your childhood bully is in charge of protecting you from a danger you never saw coming. Pro hero or not, the last thing you want or need is Katsuki Bakugou back in your life. Forcing you to come to terms with the fact neither of you knew how to handle your feelings, even as adults.
warnings: General warnings for fic.
Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Forced Bonding, Bodyguard type Romance, Blood and Violence, Drinking & Talking, Home Improvement, Bonding, Manhandling, Roughhousing, Rough Kissing, Forced Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Pet Names,Bullying, Sharing a Bed, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Daddy Kink, Light BDSM, Domestic Fluff, Childhood Friends, Flashbacks, Idiots in Love, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk, Breathplay, Breeding Kink, Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Smut
They had always been there, as far as you can remember, Leaking like a busted pen into the crevices of your memories. Leaving purplish black stains you couldn’t erase, no matter how hard you tried. You were glued to their sides, just as much as they were yours growing up.
Always a little older, faster, and stronger than you in every aspect.
Whisking you away on grand adventures. Through the enchanted forests of the nearby park. Equipped with Long skinny sticks that served as swords. And pockets full of gray rocks that were able to cast powerful magic. They taught you the ways of the make-believe world they created.
One where Dragons soared through the skies. And monsters laid in wait to snatch up helpless maidens. Knights and wizards were in a constant battle to rule over lands that had yet to be discovered. A place that gifted you with endless possibilities to seek a grand adventure of your own.
But as always you were shunned to the role of a lonely princess.
Locked away in a tower, waiting for your knight and wizard to aid you in escape. The story was something close to being locked away by an evil step-parent. Who promised you to a prince before you were born. And your only chance at escape was the blond hair knight and a curly green-haired wizard. Two people who should be mortal enemies.
But willing to work together to rescue the princess.
And every time you played this game, it was always the same outcome. They did it, but only for you. Your call was enough for them to put aside petty differences long enough to free you from the tower in the sky. Willing to fight off those dragons and slimy monsters, all in a race to be the first one to rescue you.
From what you remember, to win your hand in marriage.
On, those days your tower wasn’t just the largest rock Katsuki could find in the park. But it was the highest tower in the deepest parts of the enchanted woods. Protected by a river of lava and goblins who lived under the bridge to the castle door. Ready and waiting to tear anyone who was dumb enough to get close to shreds.
You vividly remember the way you wanted to have a turn at being a knight, ready to rescue a maiden in waiting.
Only to have your idea laughed at by the blond-haired boy.
Because you were a princess and you needed to be saved. Or so that's what he told you. That you were too much of a scardy cat to fight an actual dragon or kill off a goblin. You couldn’t even be a wizard, because that was what Deku was supposed to do.
No, your job was to wait around and yell for help until they found you.
As much as you felt disappointed in his words, you still played along because you just wanted to be included. Playing the part of the helpless princess and waiting for your heroes to save you.
Not much longer after that argument you could hear your mother calling the three of you back home for lunch. Your game was on pause until you could eat a proper meal. She sat the three of you up just under the shade of the massive tree in your backyard. The sturdy towering oak. Large enough to support the weight of the new swing your parents had just bought you. While providing a nice place to relax and enjoy your lunch in the summer heat.
They were the reason for most of your childhood memories, but he was the sole reason behind most of the trauma.
Because lurking just underneath those wonderful memories of fighting dragons. And playing make-believe in the park. when you were five, you also remember the way he pulled your hair. Tugging harshly on the pigtails your mother put you in that morning. You can remember the way his laugh carried around the open park. As tears welled up in your eyes from the pain on your scalp.
He called you a crybaby when you brought up his roughhousing. Taking his frustration by being called out on you once again. Pushing you backward, and stealing the biggest bite of your strawberry cream sandwich. Laughing once again at the way your mouth hung open in disbelief.
He only pretended to be sorry when you ran inside and told your mother what he had done. Huffing and puffing like a real-life dragon when he had to apologize to you in front of everyone. His face was red and his hands balled into fists at his side. His mother slapped the back of his head as punishment. He gritted the words out, but you could tell he was still angry at you. His new mission was to make your life as miserable as possible as long as he was around.
Because it only got worse from then on out.
The endless family dinners,birthday parties. And even sleepovers he made sure that you cried at least once. He would always say something that would hurt your feeling. Calling you silly childish names that stung like a mortal wound at your age.
He would go out of his way to steal your favorite plush animal you snuggled into bed with. nd throw it across the room for no reason other than to hear you whine. Or if you were at dinner, he would pinch your arm and wait for you to cry out. Just so he could make fun of you and run off to play with Izuku before you could blame him for anything.
To be a knight, he was really mean to the princess he liked to save.
But after a while, he wasn’t satisfied with just bullying you anymore.
Izuku was kind, unlike his blond haired friend.
He had more than enough time in his day to show you kindness when Katsuki wouldn’t. He let you nap in peace, let you snuggle up under his baby blanket, and stayed quiet when you were sleeping. His mom made you both your favorite snacks, and he let you pick out the games you played together. He even let you play with his super cool All Might figure, that even Katsuki couldn’t touch.
But those lazy afternoons at Izuku’s came to a halt as soon as Katsuki figured out you like playing with Izuku more.
Suddenly he was there, stirring up the same trouble you thought you were rid of. He started to bully him too. Dead set on taking out everything from his anger to using poor Izuku as practice for his quirk. He had to a point to prove you assume. To show you both that he was the superior choice as a friend, and you both were dumb to choose each other instead of him.
Making sure that you knew he was the strongest around. Even if he had to fight with a bunch of fifth graders to prove it to you.
One of them had called your dress stupid, and he tried to fight all four of them.
He won, because of course he would. He had already burned it into your young mind he was the best even at his age. He was willing to defend your honor in order to prove just how great he was. He was the only one who was allowed to mock how silly your outfits were, or how your hair was done each day. You could see the way he had tears in his eyes by the end. Sniffling and sulking at the new set of bruises and cuts he endured to save your pride.
But he did it for you.
None of the bullying stopped just because you started actual school either. If anything, it got worse. His teasing, the way he refused to call you by your actual name. The only way he would refer to you was your title from when you were kids.
Princess.
He said it in such a derogatory way that you felt the sting of it each time it hit your ears. Like it burned his mouth each time he had to mutter that word to gain your attention. Sitting heavily on his tongue and he had to spit it out, or he would choke.
But as time went on you tried to ignore him as much as you could. All the way into his last year of middle school you found your own ways to combat his abusive behavior.
When he tried to pull on your hair when you walked to class, you simply keep your hair down and out of the way. He started tugging on your skirts. Threatening to show your underwear to the entire school. You started wearing leggings underneath everything. When he called you princess, you acted clueless about who he was referring to. All but ignoring his words and tactics to set you off.
But what you couldn’t ignore was the way he still picked on Izuku. Or play fighting as your parents saw it. But they never saw the way his eyes would turn feral at the chance to fight.
The first and only time you gathered enough courage to stand up to him. Was the last time he ever openly bullied Izuku in front of you again. You lashed out pushing him back as hard as you could manage, throwing your arm back. And swung at him with all the power you could muster. It managed to bust his nose, throwing his head back at the force you used against him.
But all he did was laugh at you.
Deep and vibrant crimson leaking from his nostril he laughed. He wiped at the blood before it made its way down his neck. Staring at it on his fingertips as he decided on how to handle your outburst.
He took you up on your challenge and you were once again on the receiving end of his anger.
The only problem was it was never a fair fight against him. He outweighed you, and his ability to dodge and punch was a lot faster than your own. Each swing you tried to take after that first one never landed. He was quick to dodge and smack your hand away.
You left your first lesson on how to fight leaning on Izuku for support. He let you use him as a crutch to help with the ankle you twisted in your scuffle. The new and proud owner of ugly-looking bruises and a pair of scraped knees. Running the last pair of good leggings you had in the possess.
You made it home in one piece thanks to your green-haired friend.
But it seemed like Katsuki was faster to make it back to your house than you were. Your mother scolded you as you limp in the doorway. A smug-looking ash blonde hanging out on your couch. Apparently, he told your mom that you had picked a fight with an upperclassman, over a boy.
He conveniently left out the part it was him who you fought against.
But of course, being a good friend he graciously offered to help bandage you up. Your mother was clearly to upset by seeing you in a messy state that she didn’t want to deal with helping you.
He threw you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a sack of potatoes and carried you upstairs. Once he rounded the corner into your bedroom. He didn’t sit you down until your ass hit the counter of your bathroom sink.
He says nothing to you until after he finds the first aid kit you kept in the drawer next to the sink.
“It was stupid to fight me, princess.” He tells you once he wipes the dirt from your hands with a wet cloth.
He was meticulous as he whipped the dirt and dried blood from your face and knees. Taking extra caution on the raw patches of skin on your palms and knees.
His actions were too gentle to be coming from his explosive hands. Heated skin against yours as he works. Soothing over the injuries he caused in your scuffle.
You were still upset and had every right to be. Nobody was brave enough to at least try to put him in his place. You may have lost, but you showed him you weren't willing to back down with a fight.
“You’re nothing but a bully Katsuki!” You spit back with a hiss, as he rubs ointment into your skin.
He couldn't look you in the eye, instead, he keeps up his work. Grazing his hand over the hole in the knee of your leggings. He didn't do it on purpose, but it still caused you to whimper out from the pain of the raw wound being messed with.
“Yeah? How so?” He asks you, never stopping his work.
He didn’t give you the option of fighting against him as he pulled your leggings away from your body. The mangled fabric catching on the bloody mess still on your knees. Swatting your legs apart so he could go after cleaning them with antiseptic.
“You don’t fight girls!, and you shouldn’t try to fight Izuku either.” You scold him.
And all the while he continues on with his task in silence. Cleaning your cuts and bandaging them up as he goes. It was the first time in the existence of knowing him he didn’t start another petty argument with you.
Instead, he mumbled out a small apology as he worked on fixing you up.
He fixed anything that he saw. Swiping a clean cloth against your cheek to wipe away the dirt. Wrapping your injured ankle in a brace. And he was silent as he left you waiting for a minute while he searched through your clothes. bringing you back your favorite set of pajamas, all without even asking him to.
“Yell when your changed,” He says before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
And it took a little effort on your part to keep weight off your sprained ankle, but you did it. Sliding your pajama shorts over the injury and onto your body. Fumbling out of your school uniform and into the tank top he brought you.
“I’m done.” You say cracking the door open just enough to peek inside your room.
He was staring at one of the posters on your wall. Occupied with trying to figure out why you liked that band so much, or at least you thought.
When he finally turned his attention to you, he had a much softer look on his face. One that you rarely ever got to see. His lips were almost a frown, and his eyebrows weren't raised. He looked almost sad if you had to guess an emotion for how he looked.
Without a word, he walks over to you and pushed the door open. Scooping you up into his arms and carrying you like a bride over to your bed. Setting you down softer than you were sure he meant to. Leaning up he adjusts your blankets over your body and admires his work for a moment.
What you didn’t expect from him was the hoodie he wore to be tugged off his body and shoved at you.
“You’ll freeze to death if you wander around half-dressed like that.”
Is the only thing he gives you as an explanation. You didn’t want to ruin his mood, so you threw it on quietly. It was so unlike him to do something like this for you. This was his favorite hoodie, You remember his mom got it for him last year on his birthday. You thought it was the coolest hoodie ever. A limited-print All Might hoodie that you had tried and failed to steal from him before.
So why was he giving it to you now?
“You wanted a fight, and I gave it to you.” He says as he leans back into your personal space.
You meet his eyes and you can see there was so much swimming around in his mind. A million questions he wanted to ask, but refused to ask them. He looked like he was all but defeated by your actions today. Like maybe you had actually gotten through to him that what he was doing was wrong.
“You don’t have to be so mean to everyone Suki.” You say his nickname softly, hoping that he would understand what you were saying.
But you watch as his lip curls up into a snarl at your words.
“What makes him so special, huh? That you’d choose him over me?”
He didn’t give you any real time to think over what he asked before he huffs and pulls away. Leaving you halfway laying in bed, his hoodie draped over your lap. You hear his footsteps in the hall as he stomps down the stairs. Closely followed by your front door opening and closing behind him.
Boys were weird, and apparently, you had a knack for attracting the mean and rude ones.
With a sigh, you flop back onto the bed. Opting to spend your afternoon napping instead of going down for dinner. There was just too much to unpack emotionally that you thought it better to sleep.
But after that day it was different.
He wasn’t out to make your life miserable anymore. While he still called you princess and teased you, it was nothing compared to what it had been. But he started directing his anger toward other people. Mostly the boys who were brave enough to spare a glance at you.
His yelling and threats of violence only grew more frequent. The longer they paid attention.
You tried to argue with him once that they were only staring because they had never seen him be nice to anyone. But that only earned you a light shove before he pulls you back into his side.
And those last few months before summer break you stayed by his side. Next semester he was going to UA, leaving you behind to finish the rest of your time in school by yourself. He walked you to all of your classes, even if they were in the opposite direction of his. He forced you to eat lunch with him. And even started packing an extra lunch for you because he needed to make sure you were eating a proper meal.
In his mind, he was the only one that could make fun of you. And Izuku was the only other boy who could talk to you if he wasn’t around.
But all that changed when he left for UA, well both of them did.
Leaving you for the first time in your life to fend for yourself. You no longer had the overwhelming presence of Katsuki in your life. He was busy at school, becoming a hero. Izuku close on his trail you heard from the weekly dinners you were still forced to go to with their parents.
You were free, free to gossip with the other girls about who you thought was the cutest boy in school was. Free to make friends with people you actually had something in common with. You were even talking to boys and going out on group dates!
Everything was great!
By the time you had graduated and sneaked off to college, you were just a normal girl. You had successfully been Katsuki-free for three years at that point. Ignoring his texts and calls. Too busy with taking on a part-time job and earning a degree that you never made it home for the holidays.
Your mother even stopped trying after the first year. Instead, she filled you in on how life at home was. And how your childhood friends were fairing in the world as new heroes. You ignored almost everything she said about your bully and would always find an excuse to end the call.
And it went on like this for years.
Eventually, you graduated and started a career of your own. Working in the finance department of a new start-up company. You managed the backend of big corporations. And made sure they kept track of where their money was being spent. Offering detailed reports on missing money and where cutbacks could be made. You were a semi-successful adult now. Who went out to party with her college friends and went on dates with shitty men.
But all that came to a crashing halt about a month ago.
When you were heading home from your monthly night out with the girls. You somehow found yourself in the middle of a pack of villains. And you say pack because they all looked like a surly gang of wolves. Ears pointed and sitting high on their heads, Tails swaying behind them as they spot you. Their teeth sharp and waiting to tear into your flesh.
Hungry and violent.
The only thing that saved you in your drunken state was the lone hero who rushed in to save you. She fought off their attack on you long enough for you to run away. Only for you to be snatched up by your arm and jerked into the dark alley nearby.
And even with the double vision you had going on, you could still see the way he smiled at you. In, the same sadistic way that your childhood bully use to. His eyes were a brilliant blue and his height dwarfed you in the alley. Silver ears, and hair sticking out enough for you to tell what he was.
A predator.
You couldn’t see it well in the dark but you swore he smiled at you. His teeth almost chattering with anticipation at what you might taste like. His claws dig into your arms are you try to free yourself from his grasp.
You don’t remember a lot after that, you just know you woke up in the hospital. Bandages around your arms, and a headache that rivaled an earthquake. The lights were too bright, and the noises were too loud. Everything in the small room surrounding you was setting your nerves on fire.
From what you remember the doctors telling you this was a setup.
You were targeted because they had been following you. All the way from the nightclub you visited past the train station. To where they found you on the street just outside of your home.
When the hero who saved you showed up and gave her your eternal gratitude. She wasn’t without injuries herself, but she somehow still saved you. She offered to sit with you during the time the investigators interviewed you. And you relayed the information that you could remember to them.
It wasn’t a lot of help in solving who they were, but they thanked you all the same.
You had to plead with the hospital to not call your mother. The last thing you needed at the moment was for her to be up in arms because you got attacked. But even then it didn’t take long for the news to break about what happened.
By the time you left the hospital, you trudged your way back to your apartment. Set on throwing yourself into bed and sleeping until you had to get up for work. All the news reports had was that a nameless woman almost fell victim to a trafficking attempt.
You were free to return to work and easily explain away why you were absent for a week. And life returned to normal, for a while. Your friends were none the wiser, and still eager to make plans for the next weekend. And your job kept you busy until you noticed a pair of sapphire-colored eyes watching you from a distance.
AT first, you thought you were going crazy, seeing things that weren't there. But each day it was like you could feel the heat of his stare getting closer. Watching and lurking in the shadows just waiting for the right time to attack again.
You were weary, like who wouldn’t be?
But that weariness quickly turned to full-blown fear and panic when you come home one night. Your apartment door busted open, and the place looked like it was ransacked. Your furniture was turned over, the freezer door was hanging open. And when you finally ventured into the bedroom, it looked even worse. Your pillows were torn to shreds and your blankets were tossed aside into a rumpled mess on the floor.
The only thing that remained unharmed was a small piece of stationary. Hanging from your broken vanity mirror.
‘I’ll be back to collect my prize’
The words sent a chill down your spine and made the air heavy. They had invaded your home with no other intention than to send you into fight-or-flight mode. And you did the dumbest thing you could think of.
You called your mother.
That single phone call was just the start of a chain of events that lead you to where you are now. Standing in the living room of your childhood home. Bags packed full of clothes and watching your mother entertain guests in the kitchen.
There were two people sitting around the island counter and one of them could see easily. Best Jeanist, who used to hold the number four rank in popularity. Little older now, but no less dashing. The only one of them who bothered to turn and greet. You was the person you sincerely wished you would never have to see again.
It was Katsuki.
Mother fucking Katsuki Bakugou was leaning back in his chair. Looking like a cat that just caught the canary. Carmine eyes, set on you.
“Bout time you showed up princess, was worried that wolf bastard got you already.” He says smugly.
And his voice carried a raspiness you don’t remember from your youth. Almost like the smoke from his quirk forced the tone of his voice to drop from years of repeated use. He seemed too eager to stand from his seat and walk towards you. Standing to his full height you understood what your mother had been talking about all this time.
Standing at least a foot taller than you, and built like he was carved out of the side of a mountain. Muscles sitting upon powerful muscles in his exposed arms. His mask was pushed above his eyes and resting on his forehead. Left you an uninterrupted view of how much he had changed over the years.
He looked so much more intimidating now than when you were kids.
“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here,” You say, talking around him to your mother.
But your mother doesn’t miss a beat as she happily pulls her attention away from the other pro in her tiny kitchen.
“Honey, good news!” she looks over and ignores the sour look on your face. “Katsuki here is going to watch over you until they catch this stalker!”
Why did she have to sound so happy about it?
“I think I’ll take my chances with getting eaten.” You deadpan, looking up to finally acknowledge Katsuki.
But all that got you was an argument with your mother. Her friendly demeanor quickly vanishes in the blink of an eye as she excuses the both of you to another room. Once the door closed, she tried to do the thing where she stays quiet, but still yells. Her hands waved around as she tried to plead her case to you.
“I know the two of you had a bit of a falling out when he left for high school.” She starts, but you are quick to butt in.
“I really thought you would respect my wishes and keep him as far away from me as possible.”
“He has grown up! And so have you, I think he misses you honey he asks about you all the time.”
It annoyed you to no end how much your mother was advocating for your bully. It didn't matter though how much she claimed he was strong and handsome. Or how much he had changed; you wanted nothing to do with him.
Already just being in the same place as him left it hard for you to breathe. You had made it just fine this long without him, you could just as easily manage on your own.
"I don't care! Why push the subject?" You bark at her no longer trying to keep your anger in check.
The thin walls of your home did little to muffle your heated argument. But then again, this wasn't the first time you had to have this kind of conversation with your mother.
"I don't want you to get attacked again! I'm not going to live forever and I would like to meet my grandchildren someday!"
And there it was.
"So this isn't about me, but what you want?"
"Stop twisting my words!" She barks back.
"That's what you just said!" You snap back, refusing to back down from her.
It was one thing for her to only think of herself. But it was another to try to force you as a grown-ass adult into a situation that you did not want to be a part of. There were hundreds of other heroes who would be more than capable of filling the role of bodyguard.
"I don't mean to interrupt." Came a soft knock at the cracked door.
Pushing it open was best Jeanist. Ducking his head down so he could enter the doorway and enter the room where you and your mother were.
"But this is the best option for your safety. Dynamight is one of the strongest heroes at my agency and I would put all my faith in him to keep you safe." He looks at you while he talks, gesturing out toward the living room to where Katsuki was still lingering.
"I understand you may trust him, but I do not. I would fare better finding this guy and fighting him myself." You snap.
Your mood soured by the events of the past month was finally catching up to you.
"The villain who has been stalking you is extremely violent, it is in your best interest to listen to our advice."
Before you even had the chance to reply. You hear the door behind the tall blond slam open, banging against the wall as Katsuki made his way inside. His face told you he was angry, but you weren't afraid of him anymore. He pays no mind to your cries as he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. Your hands beat on his back as he refuses to let you down.
"I've got better shit to do than listen to her be a brat all day." He says to Jeanist smirking as the older pro shakes his head at his crass behavior.
But Katsuki turns to your mother and talks to her in a much nicer voice than he ever cared to take with you.
"I'll take care of princess here, call my mom and have her stay with you." He says to her.
And walks out of the bedroom with you kicking and yelling to be let down. Bending down once he hits the living room to pick up your bags and carry them in one hand. While he kept his other firmly on your lower back.
The trip to his car was nothing short of dramatic on your part. You wanted the entire neighborhood to know that this was being done against your will. With a skill, you didn't know he possessed he opens the car door and tosses your bags in the backseat. Sitting you down with a little more force than necessary. Slamming the door shut before you had a chance to try to run away.
And when you tried the door handle, it moved but it would unlock. That bastard put the child lock on your door!
He rounds the car and takes his spot in the driver's seat. Looking smug as he watches you try the handle again out of spite.
"Let me out of the car Katsuki!" You yell, and your voice reverberates off the interior of the sports car.
He completely ignores your tantrum as he pushes the button to start the car. Letting his foot Rev the engine high enough to drown out your complaints. Of course, he was going to be childish about the entire ordeal. He only stops once he sees the will to fight him leave. Finally letting the engine have a slight break from his antics.
“Put on your seatbelt.” He orders, staring you down with a frown on his face.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” You snarl and turn away from him.
It had always been like this.
He brought out a side of you that you had all but made disappear over the years. Combative and loud, just like he still seemed to be. It wasn’t like you wanted any of this to happen, you only wanted to continue to live your life as you had been. There was nothing special about you, that made you a victim of a stalker.
“Suit yourself.” He snips before you feel the car being thrown into gear and he speeds off down the street.
You hate the way you cry out as he merges into traffic a little recklessly. One hand on the gearshift, and the other still planted on the steering wheel.
It was a scramble to fight against the belt as he abruptly stops the car at a red light. Forcing your body to fall forward and then almost violently being pushed back into the seat.
“Are you crazy?” you yell at him, but he only smirks at you in response.
“You gonna put your seatbelt on? Or do you want me to do it for you?” he asks sparing a glance at your shocked face.
And apparently, you took a little too long for his liking. His hand finally leaves the gear shift to reach over your body and grab the seatbelt by your shoulder. Pulling it forward and across your body with no effort, letting it snap into place.
"You are such an asshole!" You yell, crossing your arms across your chest, and sink back into the seat.
"Yeah, head that a time or two." He says before he puts his foot on the gas and starts back down the street with the rest of the traffic.
And you wanted nothing more than to hate him for his dangerous driving. But other than that original peel out from your house, the rest of the car ride remains uneventful.
There was no filler noise of the radio or light conversation as you got closer to where his home was. Nestled right on the outskirts of the city. You pull into a well-maintained housing complex. Where all the lawns were the same. And the fences were bright white.
Kids played with their dogs running along the sidewalks. People tending to their flowers in the front yard, it was all so picturesque. Definitely not something you thought of when Katsuki was involved.
If anything, you assumed he lived under a bride like one of those nasty trolls from the games you used to play as kids.
But what surprised you was when he pulled into a house. Sitting nestled back a little way from the property line, Robin's egg blue, with white shutters. It was small looking from the outside, and definitely in need of a little repair cosmetically.
"What is this?" You ask rather dumbly.
Slowly craving your neck a little so you could see the home better. It was cute, with a little swing on the porch and a nice little door.
"My house?" He says back confused.
It would be ridiculous for him to take you anywhere else. But you choose to ignore him in favor of getting out of the car to have a proper look at this place.
You hated to admit it was cute. Something you would have picked out for yourself given you had the time and money to put into making it a home. It was small but more than enough for what you would need. Being single and having no family or friends who lived with you. From the outside, it looked sturdy despite being neglected by proper care for a while.
Following the small path to the deck, you only have to climb three stairs to stand on the front porch. Idly looking around at the paint and small chipped parts of the railing. The boards creaked under the pressure of standing on them, but you didn’t worry about falling through. Instead, you wondered how long he had owned this place because it didn’t look like he was here often.
Speak of the devil.
He was close behind you, your bags in hand as he pulls his keys from his pocket. Unlocking the door and stepping inside. Leaving you to wonder what his interior looked like.
Awkwardly debate for a moment if you wanted to actually step inside. Could you actually force yourself to spend who knows how long with your childhood bully? Tucked away in some home on the outskirts of town?
You had no work to focus your time on or any hobbies that you could bring with you. So, what could you do for the time you were here?
“You gonna stand out there all damn day?” He barks from inside the house.
Pulling yourself from your thoughts. You make your way through the threshold and finally step inside.
It didn’t look as rough on the inside as its outward appearance would suggest. The paint was a delicate cream color; they complimented the wood floors. All the fixtures in the home had been updated and were nice and new. The kitchen you could tell just gone through a renovation, But it was well worth the trouble you could tell.
Despite the house being on the smaller side. It offered a spacious floor plan. The kitchen was set up with Fancy top-of-the-line appliances. And shiny new marble countertops. I beautiful bay window gave you a pleasant view of the backyard. And from what you could see. Katsuki had spent some time back there trimming and planting new life into the barren soil.
A small garden shed, and a few neat rows of plants were set up along the fence. The back deck was small, but it was covered with a new awning, and you spot the patio furniture off to the side.
It felt more like a home than your tiny apartment did.
A thud from outside the kitchen catches your attention turning your head to find the source of the noise. Walking back to the hallway you follow another soft thud down past an office space, and a closet. At the end of the hall, a door was open and you could see a shadow playing against the wall.
By the time you make it to the door, a bedroom greeted you.
Katsuki’s bedroom to be exact. His bedroom furniture is almost too large for the older room. His bed takes up most of the space, along with a dresser and two nightstands on either side of the bed. The walls were painted charcoal gray matching the black furniture. A high-backed chair sat in the corner, with a small table and lamp. There were no decorations hanging on the walls. Or random pops of color, something that you felt the urge to change.
Even if the only thing it would do would be to set him off.
“You pick a color and run with it don’t you,” You say absently walking further into the bedroom.
He barely looks up from his task, which you realized was unzipping your suitcases. And started pulling out clothing to organize and put away. Opening the dresser behind him as he acknowledges your presence.
“Hah?” He offers you in response. But you immediately rush to his side and push him out of the way of your suitcase before he digs any deeper. “The hell is wrong with you?” He barks as you push yourself between your suitcase and him.
“I can put my stuff away, just tell me where it needs to go!”
If he kept pulling out clothes, he was going to grab a handful of your panties. The ones that you blindly grabbed for and shoved in the rolling case. You wouldn’t know what exactly you packed and what you didn’t until you got to put them away. But the last person you wanted playing around in your intimates was him.
“You trying to hide something, princess?” He smirks as you use your hands to push against his chest. “We don’t keep secrets in this house.”
He does everything with the point to prove a lesson to you. So when you feel his strong arm wrap around your shoulders, blocking you from being able to move he smirks. Trapping your arms between your chest and his massive pecs. He uses his free hand to reach around and fish until he finds what he is looking for. Hooking his finger around a scrap of fabric and pulling it into view.
“I’d be embarrassed if someone saw these too.” He nods towards his hand but refuses to let you move.
He was enjoying watching you squirm in his hold. No doubt living in the way your body heat rose from embarrassment. He chuckles lowly and squeezes you to him. Pushing his dominating presence even further into your face.
"Stop being so immature!" You huff with annoyance at his antics.
Time really changed little when it came to him. The only difference now was that he had more of a massive build to back up that smart mouth he had.
But holy hell, you could feel just how solid he was beneath your hands. Even pushing with all your strength was doing absolutely nothing to budge him. And he only had one hand wrapped around you.
He wasn't struggling like you were and kept a stupid smirk perched on his face. You wanted nothing more at that moment to strangle him for it.
He holds you immobile for a moment longer until you shuffle your legs, trying to turn the best you could. And all at once he releases you, laughing as you fall backward and bounce onto the bed.
And dangling from his finger was your oldest pair of panties. A beige pair of cut briefs, the ones you only wore when you were on your period. They were ugly, but they got the job done. Stained and the elastic broke in the hem, but you still kept them around.
"Now I see how you got a stalker." He snides.
Sitting up you try to grab your underwear from him. But he simply holds them out of your reach, enjoying the way you struggle.
"Give them back Suki!" You struggle and fail every time to snatch your underwear back from the massive blond.
All he has to do is swat your hands away with his free hand and push your legs wider with his hips. Until he has your lower half pinned to the bed, leaving you immobile.
"So defensive." He tsks but stares you down.
He was thinking of this as a game, but it was more than that for you. His hand is holding you down. While he throws his weight around to keep you stuck between the soft bed at your back. And the firm pressure of his lower body pressing into you.
He chuckles as you struggle to force him back with your hands, pushing as hard as you can against his chest. But it was easy for him to use your movements against you. Shutting down your movements into nothing more squirms beneath him.
It was embarrassing having someone make fun of your underwear. But it was an entirely unique feeling when it was Katsuki that was doing it.
There bubbling just underneath the surface of your anger and embarrassment. Were unresolved issues. And you called them issues because that's all they had caused you over the years.
He wasn't just a bully and an asshole, but he used to be a friend once upon a time. Back when he was still somewhat normal and barking at other people, but no longer directing his anger at you.
He made amends with Izuku, but it was almost like you dropped off the face of the earth for him. No longer concerned with your feelings or if you were ok. He was a busy person who didn't have time for you anymore.
You hated the way his eyes lingered on you whenever you would enter the room at first. You loathed how he used to walk you home, even if he had to walk four blocks out of his way just to do so.
Or the way he would show up when you actually needed it. Always the first person who would be there to show up and dry your tears. Or how it felt when he would wrap an arm around you and let you use his shoulder to fall asleep on.
Wait. No, you weren't going back down this train of thought.
Because every time you did you had to talk yourself out of the most embarrassing fact of it all. One that you refused to admit when you were in school or even well into your adulthood. When all your girlfriends would drink in the back of those clubs. And gossip about teenage crushes.
When they had their first kiss. Who it was with and even rattle on about when they lost their virginity in the backseat of their boyfriend's car.
Because your teenage crush had left you to go chase after his dream.
You liked to think that was why you were so relieved when Katsuki left when he did. It gave you time to get over his constant presence in your life.
You no longer had to worry why when his fingertips grazed yours. On those walks home from school you felt butterflies in your stomach instead of dread. Or how those late nights he spent tutoring you under the soft light of the back porch. When you leaned into his warmth. How his arm would pull you closer to him as you drifted off to sleep, your head laying on his shoulder. Before he would carry you inside.
Or how what was happening right now, was forcing one of the last memories you shared with him to come flooding back. Being in this same position. But instead of a smirk on his face, he was fighting off a blush.
Awkward teenage hormones. Raging and curious about if your bully was ever really a bully, to begin with.
It was your senior year of high school, finally an adult by legal terms. But you still were very childish in everything that you did. Over summer break it was the first time you were forced to spend time with your childhood friends.
Both Izuku and Katsuki had come home for a while. A year after kicking ass and making a name for themselves in the world. And your combined families had a huge dinner.
It was the first time in what felt like forever. Seeing him stirred up those feelings you shoved away into the depths of your brain.
And the entire night you fought against even looking at him. Convinced that he was nothing more than a stranger now.
But he had other plans for you.
After dinner, he catches you in his bedroom. Looking around taking in the nostalgic memories you had from spending time there. The way it hadn't changed much since you were kids, and still had a dark and moody atmosphere about it.
"The fuck you doing in here?" He asks from the bedroom door.
Dressed in a black pair of joggers and that stupid skull t-shirt he has worn since he was a teen. It fits a lit tighter on his frame now, almost to the point he was going to be forced to retire it soon.
"Just lookin, why?" You ask softly, refusing to look at him for longer than a couple of seconds.
His heavy footsteps bring him to stand by your side, and you could feel the heat of his stare on you.
But you still kept your eyes focused on the old All Might poster that was tattered on the ends. Smiling softly at the memory of being fed useless information about the retired pro. From his biggest fanboys.
"You haven't even talked to me since I came home." He grunts at you, bumping you lightly with his hip.
"And?" You ask bitterness laced in your simple reply.
He didn't give you much time to react before he moves at a speed faster than you can track. Bending down and grabbing the back of your thighs, lifting you into the air.
Leaving you to squeal as you Fling your arms around his neck, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. Giving you no other option now but to acknowledge him.
"And I wanna know why." He barks, moving you around gently.
You try to fight him off. Slinging your body around forcing him to adjust his hold on you. But all it did was cause him to throw you onto his bed with a thud. Quickly taking both your hands into one of his massive ones and pin them above your head.
He pushed your legs open, crawling to sit between them. He paid no mind to the salacious manner in which your sundress rode up.
"Get off me!" You hiss as try to move away.
But he uses his free hand to grab your chin, giving you little room to fight him.
And for the first time in two years, you stared into his carmine eyes. They weren't angry like you expected them to be. Instead, there was something else, something you couldn't quite explain.
"Stop fighting me." He says. And it was then that you were able to figure out what that look was.
Longing.
He missed you, but he didn't want to say it. And it was at that moment that you thought about how you missed him too in a strange sense. How you kissed the heat he expelled and sent to you. How much his hands had calloused from repeated use of his quirk.
Even the way the freckles on his stupidly handsome face had faded. Into almost nothing from how often he wore his mask now.
It was even more noticeable as he leaned down closer to you. Closing the short distance until your senses filled with every piece of him.
The way his cheeks were turning a dusty rose color as he dipped his head down. So close that you swore you could feel his lips touch yours as he spoke.
"You didn't miss me?" He asks softly against your lips. "Not even a little princess?"
Before you let your mind wander about it any longer you snap yourself back to reality. Dropping your hands away from pushing on his body you panic. Using your feet and hands to push yourself away from him and up the bed.
Focused on putting space between the two of you before you said or did something you would regret.
"The hell is wrong with you?" He snaps grabs your ankle and pulls you back down the bed.
And you know that if he really wanted to stop you, it would have been too easy for him. But he simply lets go when he sees you trying to kick your foot free of his hold. The smile on his face dropped into a frown at your change in mood.
“I’m over this already.” You yell at him.
Rolling off the bed you grab what you can from your bag. Making sure you grab a pair of pajamas before you leave the room. You finally snatch the pair of panties hanging from his hand. Shoving past his massive figure and into the hall. Rounding the small corner into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.
You throw back the curtain to the shower and spin the knobs. Letting the sound of rushing water takes up space in the small room before you turn to the mirror. Looking at your reflection you can’t help but notice your hair is a mess, and you look a little sweaty. Your skin was already feeling overheated from the close encounter in the bedroom.
You wanted nothing more than to wipe the memory from your mind. And as soon as the water was hot, you tear off your clothes with a frustrated huff, letting them fall to the floor. Once you were inside the shower you pulled the curtain closed. Ready to let the hot water wash away the sudden feeling of dirt covering your skin.
You soaked in the hot water for as long as you could stand it. Taking your time under the scalding temperature. All in an attempt to wash away the horrible mood he left you with.
But nothing was quite aiding you in wiping the feeling of having him so close. Your mind. The way he felt, was solid and heavy as he bared his weight on you. Or how his hands were still just as rough as you remember.
You refused to let him plague your mind any more than he had already managed to. This was only day one, and you already wished you were back home. Anywhere but in Katsuki’s house. Or in his shower, forced to use his stupid shampoo and body wash.
Even if it smelled good, you wanted nothing to do with it.
If you spent half an hour or three in the shower you don't know. But by the time you finally shut off the water and pull back the curtain, you can't help but feel overheated and dizzy.
It was a bad habit you have always done. Made your showers too hot and then spent forever soaking in the warmth. The only problem was that it dried out your skin and left you feeling lightheaded by the end.
The air in the bathroom was thick with humidity as you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower. Swiping a hand across the mirror, only to watch it instantly fog back up.
With a huff, you crack the door and let some cooler air into the small space. And it felt nice when the chilled air of the home hit your heated skin. Finally allowing you to take a deep breath and stop your head from spinning out of control.
You work on fixing your hair, now more manageable that it was wet. Placing it in the normal style you were so used to doing, you start your nighttime routine.
Moisture, moisture, moisture. Every inch of skin. It was time-consuming, but worth it for the results. You then set about finding the blemishes on your face and putting cream on them. The painful pimples would hopefully be gone in a day or two thanks to the new patches you placed over them.
Then the last thing you did was finally put on your pajamas. Slipping into the well-worn and loved set you made sure you grabbed. The stupid set comforted you, even if the world around you made you uneasy. You've had them for so long that they really should be thrown away. It had holes everywhere and was almost see-through. But you just couldn't force yourself to part with them yet.
And by the time you finally leave the bathroom, the house was quiet. More than you thought it should be with the foul-mouth anger machine. Lurking around somewhere. It was evening now, with the sun finally settling on the horizon. The house was bathed in the golden glow of the sun saying its goodbye for the day.
It made the older house that was your temporary home look that much more charming. The creaky floors and old style of the wallpaper seemed like a lovely reminder. This house was loved at one point. Probably filled with the laughter of small children. And family dinners gathered around a large table.
A place that someone called home before Katsuki bought it.
As you walk down the hallway you see the light in the kitchen shining brightly. Dimming the glow of the fading light from the uncovered windows. The smell of strong spices and the quiet bang of pans drew you closer to the area.
You are met with the pleasant surprise of Katsuki cooking. Wrapped up in his tasks of chopping vegetables and stirring food in a pan. Lost in his own little world unaware of the way you lingered in the doorway and watched him.
Wiping his hands clean and throwing the small towel to lie on his shoulder before he picks back up the spatula. Gently stirring the sizzling food, he takes a moment to pick up his phone and reply to a text.
He looked so calm, and in his element in this kitchen. It was a rare sight to see, nothing obscuring his face other than a faint smile. You remember the way he used to cook for you when your mother had to work late. Coming over to your house and raiding your fridge to make a meal just for the two of you.
Working just like this, but keeping a small conversation going on with you. Falling into a weird domestic situation, like you were playing house or something.
"Grab plates and make yourself useful." He says as he locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket.
He doesn't look over at you, and you feel a shutter of uneasiness creep up your spine. How the hell did he even know you were there?
But you shake off the feeling and push yourself off the doorframe. Heading into the kitchen to help as much as he would allow. Taking an educated guess. That this kitchen was set up very close to what his mothers was, where he kept everything. And you were right mostly.
The entire kitchen was laid out almost identically to the one at his childhood home. Which brought up more questions for you as you pull two plates from the cabinet and set them beside the stove. Taking the time to find the cups and filling them with a nice cold drink for you both.
"Did you really organize your kitchen like your mom's?" You ask giggling at the thought.
"Who the hell do you think organized her kitchen in the first place?" He snaps back while he picks up the first plate and slides a portion of food onto it.
By the time you had filled the cups and pulled out the utensils to eat. He was already sliding both plates onto the table. Not bothering to wait on you to sit down before he takes his seat. The two of you eating in a skyward silence to start. Unwilling to be the first one to open your mouth and say something to him. Nothing but the soft hum of the refrigerator filling up with ice. And the birds chirping in the evening sky made noise.
That was until he decided to speak up.
“There are rules while you are here.” He says in a casual tone, finally looking up from his plate to meet your eyes.
You had assumed that he would have some basic rules he would want you to follow while you were here. But if you knew Katsuki, then you also knew that he was strict when it came to people following the rules he had.
“What would those be?” you ask with the same tone. Unwilling to let him crawl under your skin for the millionth time today.
“Rule one.” he holds up a finger. “You are not to leave this house unless I’m with you.” Holding up a second finger he rattles off another demand. “Rule two, I’m not your maid so you better remember how to clean up after yourself.”
“I’m not messy!” you snap at him, but all he does is roll his crimson eyes at you.
“Rule three, give me your phone.” He stops long enough to hold out his hand waiting for the device still in your pocket.
“No,” you answer firmly, you weren't going to be locked in a house with this man with no way to talk to anyone else.
But he doesn’t take your answer well. In an instant, he stands from his seat on the other side of the table. And walks calmly over to you, hand still open and waiting for you to drop the device into it. But you just as quickly jump from your seat and try to use the chair as a buffer.
“Rule four.” he snaps quickly, knocking the chair out of the way and invading your space faster than you can blink. “You do as I fuckin tell you to, I won’t repeat myself.”
The worst part about this entire situation was the fact he wasn’t raising his voice. He didn’t have a single ounce of anger gracing his face. He was calm and talking normally. And for some bizarre reason that scared you more than any villain ever could. Given the fact, you stood no chance of winning a fight with him. And how he already knew every way he could push your buttons.
You still wanted to push.
“No, you're not cutting me off from the rest of the world Katsuki.”
You stood your ground, despite the fact your legs were starting to feel like jelly. You were a grown-ass adult. He had no right or reason to try and take away your belongings like you were some spoiled child!
“You have until the count of three.”
The look on his face is anything but threatening, but that is what makes this entire thing worse. You knew what to expect and how to react when he was angry. It gave you a chance to jab at him and make his anger spike. More times than not you would be able to argue with him. Enough that he would storm off and forget what the original point of the argument even was.
But you had no clue how to handle this.
“One.” He says low, waiting for you to cave already. “Two,” He counts once again.
You force your body to move before your brain has a chance to talk you out of it. Quickly bolting for the door and running down the hall, his heavy footsteps on your trail. There wasn’t even a huff or yell of frustration leaving him as you rush your way into his bedroom. And jump onto the bed, crawling your way across the mattress to create some much-needed space.
“Three.” You hear him growl from the bedroom door.
You feel him on you before your eyes ever see him. Already throwing you back onto the bed with a harsh thud. At least it didn’t hurt when he manhandled you here. The memory foam of his mattress makes a perfect pillow to cushion your body. The room was bathed in darkness, the only light that could be seen was filtering in from the hallway. Casting an almost eerie glow into the room.
But you could feel him, as he crawled his way onto the bed, holding you still as he crept closer. Each time you struggle you sink further into the mattress. His extra weight only dipped your body lower into it. It was useless to try and fight against him, but you refused to go down without a fight. Shoving your hand into your pocket before he has a chance to reach his in to brag about your phone.
“Stop Katsuki!” you plead, letting that tiny pang of fear take over.
But he doesn’t listen, instead, he grabs your arms and forces your hand out of your pocket. Your phone still clutched in a death grip between your fingers. It takes no energy for him to subdue you. Rending your motionless underneath him. His strong legs straddle your smaller frame. One hand on yours prying your phone away as his other hand snatches your face up. His thumb digs into your cheek as he holds your head still. His massive fingers spread out over the other cheek in a grip you couldn’t ignore.
“Why do you always have to act like a fucking brat?” He asks in that same calm tone, and you can’t ignore the way the goosebumps cover your skin. “I’m trying to protect you, idiot.”
Once you open your eyes again they finally adjusted to the low light around you. Giving his towering figure a shape along with the blazing red irises that were locked onto you. Without breaking eye contact he takes your phone and powers it off. Before sliding it into his pocket, the soft clack of your phone hitting his as he lets go of it.
“I’m not a little kid anymore! I don’t need you to save me!” You feel the hot sting of tears welling up in your eyes as you yell in his face.
This wasn’t fair! You never asked for this, any of this to happen. Your life was going great until that fucking wolf came along and decided to set his sights on you. You had a life, a career! Everything you could have wanted. And the best part was that it was hundreds of miles away from the smart-ass pro hero. Who used to bully and belittle you as a kid.
“Like it or not we are stuck together until this fucker is locked up. And I refuse to break my winning streak of taking down these lame-ass villains, not even for you. So be a good girl and do as I fucking tell you to.” He dips his head as he speaks his face hovering just above yours. And you swear that you can feel the heat of his body rise the closer he gets to your face.
“Fuck you Katsuki,” You whisper, but even in the low light, you catch the way his lips twist into a smile.
“Here’s the thing.” He starts, his voice carrying the smug tone you hated so much. “Princesses like you always need to be saved. So instead of fighting me as you have all your life. Maybe you should start being a little fucking thankful I’m willing to risk my life. To make sure you're comfortable.”
He rolls off of you without another word, finally giving you a moment to breathe. Rolling his shoulders as he stands from the bed. Walking over to the dresser and rifles through a couple of drawers. Before slamming them shut, and walking out the door. You only catch his shadow playing on the wall as he turns the light on in the bathroom and slams the door shut. A moment later the sound of running water could be heard.
You didn’t care what he said.
Rolling over you scoot to the furthest possible side of the bed facing the wall. Pulling the covers up and over you as you get comfortable. If the first day was already this bad how were you ever going to make it a week? Closing your eyes you let your silent tears fall. Refusing to let him hear the way your heart was already sinking at the feeling of being trapped here with him.
This entire day just proved to you that he hadn’t changed a single bit in the years you spent apart. You were nothing more to him than someone he thought he needed to protect. And he was still the biggest bully you would ever know.
You only hope that this wolf guy was dumb enough to get caught quickly. So you could go back to a normal, Katsuki-free life.
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in which bakugo katsuki is your next door neighbor, and he’s just gotten custody of two girls he’s far too young and far too inexperienced to be a father for—but he’s bakugo katsuki, so he’s damn well going to do it anyway
bakugo katsuki x fem!reader
wc: 21.5k
genre:pro hero au, neighbor au, single dad au, slow burn, kidfic
type:longfic (6 parts)
reader:fem (she/her pronouns, fem terms, neutral clothing)
part warnings: children (7&16 years old), parent illness/death, discussions of toxic relationships (pre-fic), discussions of age gap (pre-fic; 20 & 34)
note: this is the first part of my submission to the @mybigbangacademia big bang! this was an incredible opportunity, absolutely full to the brim with such talented writers and authors, and i for one can’t wait to check them all out! i’d also like to give a quick thanks to @phen0l and @sipsteainanxiety for their incredible beta work ♥️ this fic is a real work from the heart, something i’ve been working on for over a year now, so i hope you all enjoy!
masterlist || part ii (9/10) ⟹
You sit at your kitchen counter to do your work. It’s not exactly ideal; you can’t see them, and you’re certain your back will ache in the morning as punishment for using the tall bar chair for an hour and a half, but you make it work. The minutes pass, the girls continue to work on their assignments and help each other out when needed. It isn’t until a text chime blares out that you turn around and realize how long it’s been.
Ayame is looking down at her phone, reading the text with her arms still preoccupied with academics.
“Did your father get back to you?” you ask.
“He’s not my father,” Ayame snaps immediately, head snapping over to fix you with a fierce glare. “Despite what he and everyone else thinks, he is not my dad, so don’t call him that.”
You raise your hands in surrender, palms out. “Peace. Understood. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”
She seems to startle at that—her glare doesn’t pause but her brow furrows further in confusion and when she speaks it’s muttered more than angry. “Yeah. You shouldn’t’ve.”
“But I need to know he knows where you are.”
“He does,” she grumbles. “He’s stuck in traffic, he’ll be here soon.”
Your next door neighbor is the number two pro hero.
It’s a nice neighborhood—admittedly most of the inhabitants are getting on in years, and at times can be unbearably wealthy, but you’re not about to complain when you inherited your half of the duplex already paid off by your grandparents. It’s an unusual western-style house, connected on one side to a reflected twin, with three floors, three bedrooms (though you’ve converted one into an office), two (and a half) baths, and a shared rooftop terrace with the remains of planter boxes and a run-down little greenhouse that your grandfather once used to grow food; a nice place, something you’d never have been able to afford if you hadn’t come into it by luck.
The leftmost wall is shared with none other than the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, though contrary to what the name might suggest he’s actually a pretty okay neighbor. That is to say: an almost entirely absent one.
You don’t see the man very much. Hero work, you presume, keeps him more than busy; when he’s home there’s always a shiny, clearly expensive sports car in the driveway (you have no clue what kind but it looks like something a car nut would drool over) and you definitely see it gone more than not. The older ladies like to coo at him when he shows up—sometimes with another tall, built hero in tow, often with groceries in arm. You’ve only talked to him a few times but he remembers your name, and he gives a brusque little nod of acknowledgement whenever you wave at him in greeting. He’s not exactly known in the news as the friendliest type but you’re never felt entirely unwelcome when you’ve gone over to let him know that you’ll be on vacation for a week, or that you’re expecting a handyman to stop by to fix your sink. And that’s just about all the friendliness one inherently needs from a neighbor, so you’re content with the whole relationship.
That kind of goes out the window when the girls show up, because you’re too meddling for your own good and nobody, not even (or perhaps especially) an incredibly busy top hero, is prepared to suddenly take on two children without warning.
[ in which star student y/n finds the guy she sits besides in her foreign languages class cute the one time she comes late to class and is forced to sit at the back.]
uses she/her pronouns. female reader. subject to sexual /suggestive themes. no smut. fluff, slight angst.
this is a smau but there might be written parts here and there. this will also take place in college so it is also a university au! no quirks/normal set up
timestamps and dates do not matter at all!! (unless stated so) they’re all messed up but they won’t affect the story by far so you can just ignore them
this is my very first smau so please bear with me. i appreciate any comments, but please be nice and polite. thank you!
also if links are not working, i’d appreciate if you informed me!
synopsis - in which, izuku midoriya, class 2A’s resident sweetheart, agrees to help you catch the eye of your crush, the infamously stoic, shoto todoroki. it should be easy enough, right? izuku is todoroki’s best friend and feelings aren’t that hard to catch. that might just be the problem.
pairing - midoriya izuku x fem!reader (ft. a dash of todoroki shoto x fem!reader)
genre - crack + fluff + a pinch of angst :)
status - ongoing
started - august 8th, 2022
ended -
an: midoriya izuku getting the recognition he deserves.
[taglist: open]
y/n and her 5 disciples the problem children
[chapter 1: the one with the announcement]
[chapter 2: the one with the loser with no date]
[chapter 3: the one with the ridiculous plan]
[chapter 4: the one where he messages her first]
[chapter 5: the one where it’s 3 o’clock in the morning]
[chapter 6: the one where she has another brilliant idea]
[chapter 7: the one where he’s given a warning]
[chapter 8: the one with the trial date]
[chapter 9: the one with the consequences of the trial date]
Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.
Note: IT’S FUCKING DONE. You guys have no idea how long I’ve had this in my WIPs. It feels so fucking good to put it out. There’s yet a bonus scene to come this next week!
I’d like to thanks our goddess Claudia - @thisisthehardestthing, who started beta-ing the first version and who’s help and screams are the fuel who keeps me going sometimes, ngl! 🥺 And then I’d like to thanks the kind and amazing Alisha - @rivendell101, who beta-ed this for me so attentively and helped me decide about some scenes and cut some unnecessary things. Thank you both so much <3
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA TIME-SKIP. College/University AU. Frenemies to lovers. There’s only one bed. Porn With Plot. Denials. Oral sex - female receiving. Light choking. Soft degradation with a lot of patronizing stuff because Tsukki’s an ass. Lowkey soft because uhhhh i was in a mood when I did this.
Word count: ~8k.
You huff for the third time in a row just to piss off Tsukishima while setting your backpack in the top compartment of the bus, throwing your things rather haphazardly over the seat on the aisle because that annoying bean pole pushed you aside to get the window seat. On the row immediately in front of yours, Kyoutani smirks, used to the mutual displeasure you and Tsukishima seem so fond of causing one another.
You hiss in his general direction, still trying to fit your bloated backpack between three huge duffle bags the Team’s players jammed inside without a care in the world for anyone else who might still have luggage.
You have a feeling it could be the blondie’s fault. God knows Tsukishima can find any way to annoy you, even on short notice on a packed university bus.
SUMMARY: Falling hopelessly in love with Bakugou Katsuki certainly isn’t what you expected, but you’re finally ready to bring these emotions to light.
⤏ sequel to Fireworks ⤎
BAKUGOU KATSUKI x FEM! READER
WARNINGS: slow burn; bit angsty; bit steamy!!
WORD COUNT: 12454
TAG LIST: at the end of this post!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: i won’t lie…this is purely self-indulgent HAHA, so a huge thank you if you do read it all. day late, but happy birthday to bakugou! this can be read as a decent stand-alone, imo. some little details from the prequels, though i feel still easy to understand w/o reading the others!
You didn’t think you’d hate Bakugou Katsuki.
At age four, you were proven otherwise.
When his Quirk manifested, he wasn’t the same boy you carved into your mind. He had shed old skin, morphed into someone you no longer recognized. Gone was the honest and uncomplicated, the purest you’d ever see Katsuki, and in came with the excruciating cockiness and a nasty superiority complex.
He wasn’t always like that, you knew. You believed. Believed somewhere deep inside, should Katsuki let go of his inflated ego, that the little boy you spent your early childhood with still existed. Like the naïve little girl you were, you hoped he would come back to you.
After some time, you weren’t so sure anymore.
With your houses in the same neighborhood, the explosive blond was simply one of the few constants in your life. Whatever you had, you held close to your heart. You loved. You cherished. Although you weren’t exactly best friends…well, even friends for that matter, you silently appreciated his presence. It was reassuring.
Truth be told, you admired him—you were somehow always captivated by the very essence of his character. Who would have thought a small boy exuded so much confidence? He was the embodiment of sticks and stones, a natural weapon of raw power with potential to lead. He was the incarnation of victory. Bakugou Katsuki was a stark contrast to your rainbows and butterflies.
Have you seen Matt Martin just retweeted the Reylo/Beauty & The Beast video and commented, "I suppose it was only a matter of time! Great job, this is super impressive)"
wait WHAT
i just woke up like a half an hour ago and i haven’t looked at my dash yet so i had no idea. wow….LF employees really aren’t holding back now, are they? lol
pairing: unknown/reader
notes: [7/?] part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven
ao3 link
not as long as the last chapter, but not exactly short. next chapters are gonna get buckwild.
God, you can’t believe he’s going in through the window.
He’d explained it calmly enough, said this was the best way to get him into the apartment without alerting her or putting him in view of the camera – which you’re here to monitor. His laptop, balanced in your lap, displays a feed of the hallway camera, just in case someone comes up the elevator or she tries to run.
pairing: saeran/reader
notes: vampire au for @crytalstellar that got out of hand. warning for somewhat graphic descriptions of a wound?
happy halloween!!
You’re folding laundry in your bedroom on a night so quiet you’re nearly dozing off when you hear a crash from the living room.
It’s so loud it makes you jump, hanger slipping from your hands and falling with a clatter to the floor. That’s… not a good sound.
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