“So this is what I’ll be laying next to for the rest of my days?”
Bakugou raised his head from your chest and looked at you with an unamused look.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He muttered. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at his words.
“What I’m saying is…”
You smiled as you shuffled closer into his embrace, hands gently caressed against his rounded cheeks. Bakugou lets out a ‘hmph’ as his cheeks began to dust pink.
“I’m happy I found someone like you. You’re different.” You spoke to him, the blonde didn’t respond.
Instead he chose silence, he let it be.
Bakugou realized, that sometimes you don’t have to ask for an explanation.
When he feels the curve of your body against his fingertips, and your warmth against his. This is all he needs to know. When his amber eyes stare into yours, your gaze envelopes him deeper into your being.
And Bakugo decides he wants to sink.
Letting out a sigh, he lowered his head back down onto your chest and wraps his arms around you just a little bit tighter.
“I guess we’re soulmates— or whatever.”
You didn’t respond back, and he was okay with that.
Imagine Bakugo does overseas promotions in the west and you’re the only one that he can tolerate.
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“So your quirk is nitroglycerin which makes you blow things up? That must be dangerous!” You exclaimed. Katsuki had no idea what you were saying but he decided to just nod along.
Ever since he met you during his bagel affair. The both of you have been hip and hip. Walking along side each other during breaks, or simply taking in each other’s presence during an early morning drive.
He’s grown disgustingly accustomed to you…
“Damn idiot keeps blowing my phone up.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, this suddenly breaks your attention.
Humming out towards him, the blonde shakes his head before tapping away at his phone. You didn’t mean to be nosey, but you just leaned in a little to see what he was looking at.
What’s with westerners and being so nosy?
Katsuki was on social media spitting rapid fire, you assumed he was upset.
You typed away at your phone once more before throwing it towards his lap to read.
ENGLISH: Why so grumpy?
JAPANESE: なぜそんなに不機嫌なのか?
Katsuki looked at the phone and scoffed. Maybe today wasn’t a good day for him? Snatching the phone off his lap, he quickly responded and threw it back.
“Okay, sassy.”
Reading the text, you flinched back in surprise.
JAPANESE: ファックオフ。
ENGLISH: fuck off.
Oh! Didn’t need to tell you twice.
You quickly grabbed your things (phone and granola bar) and jetted back to your hotel room. You weren’t about to take someone’s bullshit in a whole other language, nope, not today!
And obviously for Katsuki, he felt like shit after. Leading to him at your door late into the night, flowers in hand… and sour cream?
“Katsuki, you didn’t have to do all of this?…” you trailed off quietly. You take the sweet yet weird pairing with delight and stared at the hero.
The both of you casting a light warmth to each others’ cheeks. To break the silence, you began to signal he could come in but he beat you to the race.
“I’m sorry, Y/n.”
“Wow, your pronunciation was great!” You spoke back excitedly, his deep voice sending butterflies through your body.
Extending your arms out, you suddenly embrace the hero in a gracious western hug. Katsuki’s eyes widen at the touch, but his bashfulness secretly turns into a shit eating grin.
Backing away slowly, Katsuki’s grip on you doesn’t seem to falter. Eyes still dancing with each other as you look into each others eyes.
“Tomorrow?” You spoke softly.
Katsuki, knew what that word meant.
“Tomorrow.”
Showing a bright smile, you unravel from his touch and wave the blonde goodbye. Walking back into your room, and silently shutting the door.
On one hand, Katsuki knew you’d fall into his hands. What chick doesn’t like flowers and ice cream?
On the other hand, you didn’t wanna hurt his ego by telling him he just bought a whole tub of sour cream with a beautiful bouquet of flowers…
To hell with the ice cream, the packaging looked the same!
Thanks for the support guys! Once again, drabbels for the win!!!
Imagine Bakugo does overseas promotions in the west and you’re the only one that he can tolerate.
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As Katsuki becomes a pro-hero and rises in popularity, his talents land him a spot for overseas promotions. Specifically to market students from America to join UA, or to recognize the strong talents that Japan has.
Katsuki was hating every second of it, from the press tours to the janky translation device in his ear. He mostly sat there in silence as the other hero’s who spoke English gallivanted one flashy quirk to another.
As he walked off another press-interview, he went straight towards the bagels and coffee. It’s not like he can do anything else sense he really can’t speak English…
“Excuse me.”
Turning his head from his half-split bagel, he turns towards you. Blinking at your presence in confusion.
“Hah?”
You looked around akwardly for a split second before letting out a forced chuckle. “Could you hand me a knife please? A girl’s starving.” Letting out a polite smile as you reach your hand out.
Jibber jabber flies pasts your lips fast as Katsuki tried to hang on to each incomprehensible word. Looking down at your hand, he pondered for a moment.
You couldn’t help but to look at his hero costume, smiling as you stood in short awe. “Wow, I’ve never seen a hero-costume like this before! Who made it?” You asked sheepishly as you tried to break the awkward tension.
In a fast motion, Katsuki points towards the badge on his shoulder—poking at the tiny Japanese flag. Suddenly your eyes widened, letting out a noise before you nod your head in understanding.
Suddenly, you whipped out your phone and started tapping away. While you were busy with that, Katsuki begun to start slicing away at his rock hard bagel.
“Why’d they give us these dull plastic knifes to cut these hard ass bagels.” Katsuki cursed under his breath as he still struggled to slice down the dough path.
Katsuki halted in his spew of anger once he felt the soft taps of your finger press against his bicep. Turning towards you once more, you shove your phone up close to his face.
Flinching back for a moment, he reads the text on your phone.
ENGLISH: Your hero costume is so cool!!
JAPANESE: ヒーローのコスチュームがとてもカッコいいですね！
Oh.
“Thank you,” he says with a short bow. You bow back, now your body language began to read differently to him. From standoffish to almost a giddy like state.
It was kinda cute.
ENGLISH: I’ve never met anyone from Japan before! What’s it like?
JAPANESE: 今まで日本から来た人に会ったことがありません！それはどんな感じ？
Reading the text again, Katsuki lets out a chuckle. Politely reaching out for your phone, you give it to him with a smile and await his response.
Okay so I just had a random thought pop in my head!
Imagine you’re doing your natural curly hair and your boyfriend is just absolutely enamored with your hair to the point where he begs you to let him help you with it.
But in the end, you end up fighting for your life.
“Did you just combine the two sections I made?” You asked. Your boyfriend gave you a lost look, and all you could do was sigh and snatch your hair from his hands.
Turning your head to the side, your eyes widen at the sight.
“You did!”
“What? I think it looks fine! You’re gonna take it down anyways right? See– I even did the braid tighter this time!”
You watched as he picked up said section of hair with pride. You couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle.
“Alright, get out.”
Your boyfriend lets out a groan, you laugh at his protest but shove him out of your room anyways.
You couldn’t help but to smile at yourself and the semi-loose braid fondly. You’ll just work around it.
It was safe enough to say the look on your boyfriend’s face the next day was worth it. “So I did a good job?” He said with a sly grin.
“Yes, thank you for helping.”
You smiled before leaning and catching a quick peck on his lips. Your boyfriends blushed before he spoke once more.
(NF) Hey lovely, I saw that you want requests. Could I request a iida x fem!reader fluff? I even have a prompt! You know how in MHA it’s winter break and everyone is bored at the dorms? Someone gets the idea to throw a whole fake wedding and invite all first years/the whole student body. The girls of 1A vote the bride and the guys vote the groom and reader is the bride and iida is the groom, which is good because they secretly like each other, y’know the drill. Iida and reader do the ceremony with vows and the rings and the kiss and all that. Also, there’s lots of cake and a huge party at the end with fireworks!!
That’s the cutest shi I’ve ever cooked up and I want someone talented to write it. If you could tag me to, that’d be awesome!
Love, psi kid 🎀
OHHHHHH MY GOD I FUCKING LIVE FOR THIS, this is seriously so cute. God, why can't I think of these ideas by myself??
꧁★𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝟏-𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆★꧂ — afab
Snow falls gently outside, the world a picturesque white. The students of class 1-A lounge around, boredom plastered on their faces. It's a snow day, just great.
Ochaco twirls a strand of hair and glances at her friends. Even the lively Kirishima looks lethargic on the couch. Denki was about to sink into the floor if he couldn't find a way to annoy his fellow comrades.
Then, an idea sparked.
Ochaco's eyes spark with a twinkle and her lips curled into an intriguing smirk. "We need to do something fun, how about a fake wedding?"
The class exchanges intrigued looks, murmuring amongst themselves. Mina's eyes spark in excitement at the idea. "Yeah! We can vote and groom for our class. It'll be totally adorable!" She squealed.
Everyone nods in agreement as chatter bursts across the common space for today's event.
The entire Class 1-A along with various first years assemble outside, enveloped by the festive atmosphere. Electricity fills the air as the class has been sectioned into two groups to help figure out who will be the bride and the groom.
And out of the corner of your eye, you noticed IIda standing awkwardly in the midst of all this, glancing quick looks at you with a light blush. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself and your friends at the act.
Later into the evening, the room now transformed with makeshift decorations and fairy lights strung everywhere (you can thank Momo for that). The class sat excitedly as Ochaco and Tsuyu held envelopes, ready to announce the lovely couple in waiting.
Standing at the improvised altar (standing on top of a table), they spoke with a grin.
"The results are in! The bride-to-be is... Y/n!"
The class erupts in cheers as you sit in shock of the results, slowing picking yourself off your feet, you stand in front of the "altar," as your face flushes in excitement. Tsuyu then spoke:
"And the groom-to-be is...Iida!"
Iida goes stiff, and his face turns crimson. The boys laugh and nudge him forward. Standing from his feet, he nears himself towards you and bows politely. You send him a wink of encouragement before whispering, "don't be so nervous. I bet you'd make a great husband."
Iida smirks at your words before whispering back, "and I know you'd make a wonderful wife."
As so, a makeshift ceremony begins!
Iida and you stand at the altar with hands intertwined. Wedding dress and suit on (thanking Momo once more!), looking like a match made out of heaven. Everyone watches eagerly as the both of you stand awkwardly, awaiting each other's vows.
"Don't chicken out, four-eyes," Bakugo chuckled. Iida side-eyed the blonde before clearing his throat and pushing up his glasses. "Y/n, ever since the first day we met. I knew you were a woman who I could spend the rest of my days with. You're kind, smart, beautifully-spirited, and one of the best teammates I could see fighting with me to the death..."
The class is swooned by Iida's words, you couldn't help but stand there in shock at the blatant confession thrown in your face.
"Y/n, I vow to always support and protect you...in sickness and in health...even in this mock wedding."
The class erupts in cheers as they hear Iida's beautiful poetic vows.
You chuckle, softening the moment once more.
"Iida, you're someone who I trust and care for deeply, you are a pinnacle in everyone's life and without you, I would be nothing. Your presence keeps me motivated and ready to take on whatever is ahead of me...because that's what you are and I deeply admire you for that."
"You're smart, you're hardworking, and super handsome..."
Iida quickly reddened at your words, your voice sounding like music to his ears. Oh, how he wished this was real.
"And I vow to always support and protect you...in sickness and in health...even in this mock wedding, or out of it."
As you finish, the class erupts in laughter as Iida and Reader exchange playful glances. Holding out your paper-made rings, you change and slide them onto each other's fingers. Ochaco and Tsuyu, beaming with joy, declare them fake husband and fake wife.
"You may now, fake-kiss the bride!"
You'd begin to go in for a simple kiss on the cheek, but suddenly Iida grabs a soft hold of your waist and scoops you down. Planting a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.
A respectful man, we love!
Claps were heard around the room, but the moment between the two of you felt as if no one was there and the room was fading into black. As if nothing mattered but the to of you.
Mina teasingly claps before yelling, "I now pronounce you fake husband and fake wife! You may now fake-party!" The room transforms into a lively celebration, with music playing and students dancing joyfully.
Iida and Reader sneak glances at each other, their fake smiles turning into genuine ones. Photos and videos were taken throughout the night of the heartwarming moment between the class.
And as the night grew young, and the slow subsides. The both of you stand outside and look at the breathtaking array of stars that light up the night sky. Your hand tangled into his, as your head fell softly against Iida's broad shoulder.
Iida couldn't help but play with his makeshift ring, smiling to himself about what the future holds, and how he wanted this future to be a potential reality. Your head suddenly moves from his shoulder, which earns a soft hum from Iida.
You look at him with a light blush as you speak, "this was amazing... thank you, Iida." You spoke softly with a warm smile. "No thank you, Y/n, this night wouldn't have been the same without you."
You hum in response before placing your head back on his shoulder.
You share a quiet, perfect moment as the stars illuminate your faces as a "newlywed couple." Only for the moment to be laughed upon in the future, when your real wedding comes to fruition.
When someone who gives me a tenya rec tells me to jump, I'm gonna JUMP!!!!
Imagine Bakugo does overseas promotions in the west and you’re the only one that he can tolerate.
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ENGLISH: These interviews are so stupid.
JAPANESE: こういうインタビューは本当に愚かだ
JAPANESE: もう一度言ってもいいでしょう
ENGLISH: You could say that again
You and Katsuki sat side by side as you snuck a snide remark to one another. The both of you are in attendance at yet another boring interview.
And what pissed Katsuki off was that no one was asking him any questions. And what tops your cake on that?
There were no damn bagels!
"So (hero name), I'm sure you've seen a couple of looks at all the heroes from around the world recently. Tell me; the sight is quite revising ain't it?"
Oh, just your luck.
Misogyny is served hot today.
It's not like a hero of your caliber was here anticipating any questions based on your quirk, or your job as a hero. Nope, just beauty, romance, and what horse you're waiting to ride...
Katuski watching your temper run short at whatever question was asked. He watched as you cleared your throat and tried your best to throw on whatever coy smile you could pull out of your brain and onto your face.
"Yep, a sight for miles."
You answered flatly, Katsuki looked at his side and watched the other heroes in the vicinity quietly chuckle at the scene unfolding, which made Katsuki want to shove a bagel down the interviewer's throat.
Dry.
"And lastly, Dynamight?"
As Katuski glanced back at the interviewer once more, his attention was diverted from the snickering heroes. Raising an eyebrow, he waits for a response.
"Does he have a translator?" The interviewer asked behind him quietly before you jumped in. "No, it's okay. I can interpret for him," you say with a smile.
They let out a hum before continuing with the question. "So, Dynamight, what's it like being in America so far?"
That's it?
The 10-hour flight, multiple language classes, and interview rehearsals...for that? He hasn't been asked a single question since his stay, and when they finally give him the time of day...
ENGLISH: He just asked you what it's like being in America
JAPANESE: 彼はあなたに、アメリカにいるのはどんな感じか尋ねました…
Katsuki wanted to be calm and collected, he had a reputation to maintain for not just himself, but for his country. But he only had those thoughts after you were able to successfully rip him off of the interviewer after one swift lunge and 10 minutes of the most vulgar words you've ever heard in Japanese.
and approximately 30 seconds in English as well.
That's gonna be a lot of paperwork to fill out.
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
After 3 hours of paperwork and convincing the interviewer not to press charges. This left you to babysit the pro hero, with an ice pack in hand.
Katuki winced as you pressed hard on the knot on his temple. "You're an idiot" Katsuki spat back. You knew enough anime to know what he said back to you, which made you press harder on the bruise.
"How are we gonna go through the rest of this week without you lunging at people you slightly disagree with? Are you always like this?"
Katsuki didn't respond.
This makes you travel down a little rabbit hole...
Katsuki Bakugo, also known as Dynamight is known for his hot fiery temper which coincides with his explosive quirk. He may not be the nicest of all the heroes, but he's got the quirk to back up his mouth.
[This was pulled from the official UA Alumni Magazine]
"Wow, what a legacy."
Maybe it's because of the language barrier, but from most of the videos you've seen of him. He doesn't act like that around you. He seems quiet and reserved.
And a tad flirty.
"Well, I think that will do the trick." You placed the ice pack on the side of your bed before sitting next to him. Katsuki gave you a look before rising from the bed and heading towards the door.
"Hey!"
Katsuki turns as you yell loudly at him. Turning around he sees that damn phone. Grabbing it, he reads the message.
ミ★ IMAGINE KATSUKI SECRETLY KNOWING HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH | once a year, ua hosts a program where rivaling schools in the area are allowed to stay for a month and experience being at one of the most prestigious schools in the country. And your school just so happened to be selected!
[ask based series, don’t be shy!]
you and a selected handful of students were allowed to be apart of class 1-A for the time being. It was almost otherworldly once you walked in. Almost as if you were an alien greeting its foreign counterparts.
From your uniform, to the way you styled yourself—you were obviously a different sight never before seen.
Silently walking over to a random desk, you sit down and look ahead. Trying your hardest to grasp the lecture being spoken in a whole other language. You fought through with incoherent hums and shy nods.
Soon the bell rings and everyone (except your group because you literally have no idea what’s going on) jolts from their seats. Groups of students start to surround you.
Looking at each one you try your hardest to respond to them. From think accents and broken sentences—all you could do was politely nod.
“Leave em’ some space, damn it!”
Looking over, you see a random blonde burst in what you believe was anger. The group of students fade away and begin to innocently heckle your classmates instead.
The blonde walks over to you, looking down he begins to study your frame. Eyes leading from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. He dryly chuckles before speaking “nice shoes.”
Okay, that you could understand.
“Thanks! Like your belt,” you smile at the blonde before he gave you a nod of approval. “Don’t let those losers get so close, some of them do bite.” He says with a playful smirk.
Standing from your seat you chuckle at his words. “Wouldn’t be surprised,” the class watched as the both of you walked out of the room together, curious as to why Katsuki of all people was talking to you.
“So…what’s your name?” You asked.
“Bakugo Katsuki, but just call me Katsuki” he says, with a nod you held out your hand.
“My name is Y/n L/n, nice to meet you” you say with a warm smile. Katsuki reaches out and shakes your hand.
“Don’t get too used to me, you’re only gonna know me for a month” he deadpanned before retracting his hand back into his pocket. You couldn’t help but to scoff at his words.
“A lot can happen in a month, you never know—the universe could’ve led me to you.”
“Yeah, okay.”
What Katsuki didn’t tell you is that he’s been secretly studying English for years since the entrance exam. Kinda because he’s an All Might nerd and wanted to speak English just like him—but I digress…
Katsuki was almost excited that the program was happening. Since he didn’t know how to test out his skills beforehand. And he was also, kinda excited when he met you. Seeing that he didn’t butcher his words like how Denki did when he tried to ask you for your name.
So yeah, a lot can happen in a month.
Katsuki was down.
Okay so, I kinda wanna make this into a thing where you guys can come out with your own scenarios and I can write them out for you!! I’ve been day dreaming about this for a long time and I wanna see it come into fruition. So don’t be shy to ask!!!
something that just popped up in my brain, so I’m gonna write it out. First time doing a male reader fic :D
“So, you think you’re tough shit?”
Today was good day, the sun was shining, you got all your work done early, and now you’re able to peacefully relax on the couch and watch your favorite anime.
Until a certain someone came barging in…
“Tough shit for sitting here and watching anime?” You questioned Bakugo. The blonde exhaled a warm breath, fist clenched into a tight fist. Bakugo mustered up enough composure before speaking again.
“You knew I was walking over to the couch to watch tv, yet here you are, looking stupid in my spot!”
So that’s what all this is about?
“You’re upset because I’m sitting where you wanted to sit… not that I’m hogging the tv?” You deadpanned.
Bakugo scoffed before forcefully nudging himself in as many crevices the couch could muster.
“Move it, jackass!”
You deserved to relax and enjoy your day as lazily as possible, and he wasn’t gonna stop that. So you’re not backing down without a fight!
Which led to a lot of flipping and tackling…
And after all of that, there was no clear winner.
Now—it’s just two guys cuddling on a couch.
“You’re lucky I’m not at my full energy, would’ve knocked your light out by now!” Bakugo muffled into your chest.
