#bakugou.katsuki

[jeminy4]

more mpreg kacchans (or he's fat or st. whatever)

[dirtycommunistbaddie]

i've been thinking about a farmer!katsuki x reader type thing where reader moves from the city to the countryside to stay with their nana in her declining health and learns her nana's neighbor has been helping their nana out with small things out of the kindness of his heart while they were away. romance ensues.

i've been thinking about it sm, i wrote a small snippet of something that could turn into something bigger, but idk if i can make it a whole story yk? let me know what y'all think....

“when i was younger, i wanted to be a superhero when i grew up.”

he says it like a confession, one he’s embarrassed to admit, especially to the likes of you, not yet friends but too intimately close to be acquaintances. his eye line doesn’t quite meet yours and he’s playing around with his salad, like he’s said something wrong or obtuse.

it’s cute; katsuki letting his guard down enough to let his vulnerability show. you’ve come to learn lots about him over the past few months through mere observation; how he would ask your nana for extra chili oil in his dinner because he liked his food super spicy; the way his nose would scrunch up when he was deep in thought over things he had no business worrying that much over. his person transformed before your very eyes just as the climate did. before, where you had to pry at him to get him to tell you surface-level things about himself, now, without even noticing, he lets out little gifts of his character, granting you access little by little, tearing down his walls brick by brick, and you couldn’t be more grateful to receive them.

“stop laughin’ at me.”

katsukis words crash your train of thought, bringing you back to the present. you realize you’ve been smiling to yourself while thinking of how much he’s grown; how much the two of you had grown closer together.

“im not!”

“you are. yer smilin.”

that gets you to laugh.

“now katsuki, when did smiling and laughing  come to mean the same thing?”

he shrugs, playing around with his food some more, moving a crouton here, and sprinkling some parmesan cheese there.

“i’m smiling because what you said was cute.”

that’s enough to get him to look right at you like you had said something to offend him, though he holds no look of malice in his eyes, only intrigue.

“you’re definitely pretty enough to be a superhero and you’re jacked, so that checks out too.”

katsuki’s cheeks quickly turn from a soft shade of pink to a deep red reminiscent of his own eyes. when he doesn’t say anything and stuffs his mouth full of caesar salad and garlic bread in place of a response, you decide you’ve spent enough time poking fun at the ash blond.

“with everything you’ve done for my nana and me, i’d say you fit the definition of a hero quite well, don’t you think?”

he finishes chewing and shakes his head, roughly wiping away the crumbs from the garlic bread and dressing from his salad with his napkin, his ears growing to match the shade of red the rest of his face had warmed up to.

“’s nothin.”

“well you are my hero katsuki,” you say with gusto, maybe a little louder than you should in the evening quiet of the diner, wanting him to accept your confession as a self-evident truth, a confirmation of his childhood dream he’s worthy of carrying, “i don’t know how i could ever repay you for what you’ve done for us.”

“there’s nothin’ to repay,” he says with finality, stuffing his face with more salad and bread with a scrunched-up nose, gesturing to your untouched dinner.

“yer foods gettin’ cold.”

“oh, sorry mr.superhero.”

[jeminy4]

milk explosion

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[jeminy4]

oh lawd he comin'

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[dirtycommunistbaddie]

cw: aged up characters, light college football player!bakugou katsuki x college student reader, angst,miscommunication, kinda toxic tendencies lmao, lots of cursing, reader referred to as "baby" and "girlfriend" but no other names or gendered terms used, katsuki is kinda good at feelings, hurt/comfort, other stuff i forgot about lmao, barely edited sawry

word count: 1.6k me thinks

a/n: hey yall, im still working on my football player!sero fic but it's turning into a long boy and i'm so ass at writing lmao so take this instead i hope y'all likey *muah*

you hated it when you and katsuki fought.

more often than not, it was always over something stupid and that’s what made the whole situation so frustrating. and because of your big ego and his stubbornness, that made it even harder to make up.

you understood he was busy. you really did. being the star quarterback was not a light task and you never would deny him that truth. but it was easy to miss him and his time with his schedule. and he understood that too. but his shared words of you being selfish and disrespectful lie too heavy on your heart.

the day hadn’t treated you kindly, you first woke up early before your boyfriend to avoid the continued argument from the night prior. what’s funny is that you don’t even remember what you were fighting over but the memories of his hurtful words thrown at you prevent you from digging further into your conscious to investigate the source of your hurt feelings. it didn't matter anyway.

when you got to your first class of the day, through intense and sudden anger last night, it had slipped your mind that you had an exam. this wasn't your worst subject but you hadn’t studied much the night before. you tried your best to conjure up some sudden knowledge of the material the exam was written for, but you’re pretty sure you bombed it. it was okay though.

bakugou had expected to wake up with you next to him, not in a happy state and probably scooted against the very edge of your shared bed, but at least there, with him. he didn’t expect you to forget what he had said to you, or even forgive him for his poor choice of words from the night before.

to his surprise when he feels around for your body and your side is ice cold, he shoots up in shock. he fumbles around for his phone and when he finds it, he texts you 7 times and calls you thrice. after 5 minutes with no response, now in the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth, he checks your location, not cause he doesn’t trust you but to see why you seem to be so busy you can’t answer the phone.

he sees that you’re most likely in class and chooses to leave it be, sending a ‘have a good day’ message and giving you your space, preparing himself to start his packed day with morning practice.

the weather seemed to be against you as well, raining periodically throughout the day, the climate growing more fickle as winter approached and because you left so unexpectedly, you hadn’t dressed appropriately for the day.

you open his messages throughout the day and ponder over what to say to him, but you settle on saying nothing, not sure what you could say that would mend or help how either of you felt. he usually picks you up from your last class before his, but you feel silly asking him to do so even though it's a part of your routine. you settle on taking the bus home.

you attend your next class, and after that, even though he probably wasn't home yet from his day classes and evening practice, you hide in the library until well after dark, trying to study and taking advantage of the warmth in one of the study rooms, but finding yourself crying most of the time you're there.

the student workers kick you out eventually and you rush to the nearest bus stop in the misty humid air of your city, careful to stick to your plan and not accidentally miss the last bus for the night. when you’ve convinced yourself that you’d make it in time with a pep in your step, a car passes through a comically large puddle, and the splash drenches you from head to toe as if it were a scene from a movie.

it leaves you even colder than you were before, fingers numb and near frozen. they hurt to move. you drag yourself to the bus stop in defeat, and even though there is no longer a bus to catch, you take off your backpack, sit down on the wet bench, and fish for your phone in one of the pockets, wiping the wet screen on your pants.

you can tell he was waiting on your call because he doesn’t let the line ring once before picking up, your name on his lips.

“katsuki?”

the sound of your voice nearly shatters his heart like glass.

“what’s wrong baby? where are you?”

you explained that you had stayed late at the library after your class to study and planned to take the last bus home. but because of unfortunate events, you ask him to come pick you up, defeat etched throughout your tone.

“are you fucking crazy walking around this late at night? i told you to fucking call me.”

he makes you stay on the phone with him until he gets to you, even though the two of you don’t say much. every few moments he hears you sniffle and he can't figure out if it’s from you being out in the cold or you crying. probably both.

he cusses a lot when he’s mad. you hoped he wasn't mad at you.

it takes him five minutes flat to get to where you are at the bus stop even though you live 15 minutes away. he throws his truck into park and even has the decency to put his hazards on to make up for his illegal parking job.

he steps out of the vehicle and stomps over to you, yanking your book bag from your grip as you stand up. you follow him back to the truck in silence with your head hung low and dried snot on your face with your sleeves pulled over your hands in an attempt to keep yourself warm from the cool night air. you wonder if he still likes you when you look like this.

he still opens the passenger door for you even though you know he’s angry. you climb in and whisper a quiet “thank you” even though you’re still hurt over the things he said earlier. he grunts and sets your bag next to your feet and when he closes your door, you can tell he tried his hardest not to slam it to let off some of his frustration.

he gets back in the driver's seat and slams his door shut this time, though you can tell he regrets it when spares you a glance.

he yanks off his black hoodie and throws it over to you, making a silent gesture to get you to put it on. it’s warm and naturally smells like him, a soft amber scent reminiscent of what you’d imagine a home to smell like. tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

he turns his hazards off and pulls off, pressing buttons on the dashboard. you feel your seat start to warm.

you’re surprised when katsuki breaks the silence first.

“instead of ignoring me all day, why didn’t you fucking ask me to pick you up?”

“because you’re mad at me.”

he pulls up to a red light and stares at you with the straightest face he can muster, though his flaring nostrils instantly show he’s trying to maintain his composure. he stares at you for the length of a light cycle and the only thing that breaks his gaze from yours is the car behind beeping to let him know that the light had changed to green.

he sighs, takes off, and pinches his brow with his nondriving hand, “just because i’m mad at you doesn't mean i stopped fucking caring about you. yer my fucking person, don't act like yer a burden to me. i should be yer first choice, not yer last resort.”

you bite your lip and nod, still looking down at your lap. he maintains his focus on the road but you have his full attention.

“i don’t like fighting with you,” you say after a while, quickly glancing over to him and back to your lap, crocodile tears spilling from your eyes and onto your pants, staining them with dark spots.

“you think i like this shit? seein' you cry and fucking letting you have a bad day when i knew you needed me?”

you shake your head.

“but you’re busy you said,” you say, wiping at the snot on your face with his sleeve.

what he said last night floods him with instant regret, “i'm not busy enough for my girlfriend though.”

he lets you cry and gives you his free hand, offering the comfort of his touch. he slips his hand in between your thighs, stroking your leg with his thumb. you take his arm and cry into it, trying to stave off your tears but you find it easier to just let yourself weep.

the rest of the ride is reminiscent of his initial journey to get you, the space of the truck quiet though littered with your sniffles every few moments.

when he parks his truck in front of your apartment, he reaches over and roughly wipes the tears from your face though you’re certain you still look a mess.

“i don’t— fucking,” he sighs and shakes his head before taking another deep breath, “i love you. and i know you love me. we’re gonna fucking fight and shit and it’s gonna suck but don’t ever for a minute think that i’ll ever wanna stop learning you or want you to stop depending on me. cause i’m not.”

you nod and he yanks you into an embrace. you melt into his touch and savor the feeling.

“i’m sorry,” he says into your hair.

“i’m sorry too,” you mumble into his neck.

and even though you knew there’d be many more fights and uncomfortable moments, because he was him, you knew everything would be alright.

[dirtycommunistbaddie]

farmer!katsuki who wipes his hands on his pants for what seems like the hundredth time in the past five minutes, trying to pick out the perfect bouquet of flowers for your date in the afternoon quiet of the farmers market; the date he had worked up the courage for over three months to ask you on. he hovers back and forth between the cool purple lilies and the vibrant red roses, hands and forehead growing sweatier, unsure of which to pick. he quietly curses himself for never asking what your favorite color was, settling on the most expensive ones, grabbing a few single flowers for your nana as well, and stomps over to the cashier, paying for his wares. he departs to his old beat up work truck, slamming the door shut and gently placing the flowers across the front bench, hands sweatier than ever, throwing his truck in drive and making his way over to pick you up with the a/c on blast.

[jeminy4]

kacchan goes boom

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[jeminy4]

(sighs heavily)