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Idol AU | Attending yet another group signing event has developed into a routine. But what you’re looking forward to most is speaking to your favorite member of the group. And seems like he expects you too. Being a fan since his debut has always been so rewarding.
᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, no manga spoilers, no nsfw, pure fluff, protective bkg, minor jealousy, silly moments, extroverted reader, open to interpretation, can be just platonic or romance, 2.1k word count
"Next!"
The smile on her face brightens as she approaches the table. Clutching the brown gift bag in her arms as she follows the staff member. A routine she’s gotten used to by now.
She takes a seat in front of the desk, her gaze landing on the person across from her.
Unable to hide her emotions, she begins to laugh at his facial expression when he sees her.
"What's with the giggles huh?" he rolls his eyes, already grabbing a sharpie and twisting the cap off with expertise.
"Well hello to you too! And I'm laughing because you look extra grumpy today. Hang in there Bakugo, you still have about an hour left or so!"
"I ain’t grumpy, stupid. Just that a extra gave me a plushie with a damn camera in it, creepy fucks" he mumbles with furrowed brows as he starts signing group merchandise for her.
Obvious disgust in his tone at the whole situation.
Her eyes soften in a sympathetic gaze at his words, "Gosh I’m sorry about that. But I'm glad you found out quickly, who knows if they put a tracker in it."
"Don't apologize for the freak, we're used to it" he replies with a dismissive wave of his hand, giving her the signed goodies a few seconds later.
He stares at her as she takes the items with a bright smile, "You know I watched the music video like 100 million times when it first came out a week ago! Your stylist did amazing for the other members, but that jacket you had? Stunning!"
"Hmph piece of shit was hard to dance in though. So…. you gonna hand over whatever is in the bag or what?"
Deciding to tease him a little, she shrugs her shoulders and hums, "Sorry but this isn't for you it's for someone else."
For a split second, she can see surprise take over his face. She could only watch as his facial reactions grow more sour at the implication of her words.
"The fuck?" he crosses his arms, mentally listing off possible reasons on why she didn't get him anything this time. Unknowing to the bitter facial expression that just took over him.
If it's one thing he's confident in, it's that she'll bring him gifts at every fan signing event.
Sure she always brings the other idols of the group some goodies too but, Y/N always brings him extra.
Because he's her bias.
Of course he’s her favorite.
So what gives?
His red eyes are practically drilling holes in that brown bag she's holding. As if it committed a crime right in front of him.
Seeing a clear sign of jealousy from the blonde, she bursted into laughter and began pulling the items out.
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ bakugou replaces your finished makeup and surprises you
One of the things you loved most about Bakugou was how observant he was. One time you were in bed and mentioned a skincare launch once and somehow it'd end up on your vanity a week later. Point at something while shopping and he'd remember it months afterward.
Everything just shouts green flag and you are so happy to have someone like him.
Earlier today, you were getting ready for brunch with your girls when you noticed your fave products like your eadem lip balm (shade bissap glaze), rhode glazing milk & saie glowy gel were running low (and ugh were they good) so you used other stuff and made a mental note to purchase them again when you had the chance.
As you’re distracted packing up a few things to put in your purse, you hear the door to your shared bathroom open and find it’s bakugou. He came back late from a long patrol and slept in, taking advantage of his day off when he saw you dolled up.
He approached you closer and wrapped his arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulders.
“You look nice” he mumbled lowly.
You couldn’t help but smile. It was always refreshing seeing him in this calm, clingy state. You turned to press a kiss on his cheek.
“Thanks suki, I appreciate that….I’m leaving now, don’t miss me too much” you gave a wink before leaving.
The apartment is quiet and bakugou starts his delayed day by brushing his teeth. As he’s distracted, he notices the products you were trying to use that ran out. A lightbulb flashed on his head. He’s got nothing better so why not head out and get your products. He quickly washes his face and gets dressed before heading to his car.
It’s a nice day outside and everything’s good. He found the store you go to often and walked in. He scrolls around trying to remember the sections of the product. After a few minutes, he finally finds it and grabs the items.
As he’s getting ready to check out, he paused in front of a display of a new lip product.
Huh.
The shade reminded him of one you'd worn before.
Whatever. You'd probably like it knowing that you’re a lippie girly, you’d love anything.
He checks out and heads back home.
Once he arrives, he places the bag on your nightstand and heads over to the kitchen to prep dinner.
A few hours later, you come back to smell a yummy aroma coming from the kitchen. You walk over to find bakugou and give him a kiss.
“Dinner smells delicious.”
He shines a smirk before giving his attention to the food.
You leave the kitchen to head to your room to change out of your clothes for comfy ones when you notice the shopping bag. Looking inside you find the products you were running low on plus an additional lippie you haven’t tried.
You were bursting with joy inside and rushed out the room to comfort him.
“Did you buy me those things”
Bakugou looked up at you and nodded.
“Yeah I noticed you were running out and i know how much you like them so I got it.”
"Ahh, Sukiiiii! The consideration is insane!"
You threw your arms around him before he could protest.
"Oi—watch it."
Despite the complaint, his hand settled on your waist.
"Thanks."
"Yeah, yeah."
The faint pink dusting his ears told a different story.
helllooo my lovely moot, yk how Katuski is shown with his long sleeved skull shirt during class 1A xmas, i was wondering if you could write this idea i have in mind!(if not that's totally okay ❤️). Katsuki is arriving back from a long mission, to your shared home, you sleeping soundly, he hopes to take a nice shower but when he's done showering and looking for his favorite top in his closet to wear, it seems to be gone, he checks every drawer/etc,making a ruckus bc he knows he just did laundry, his ruckus causing you to wake up, which then he turns to your voice saying his name and what he was doing, as the blanket unravels from you, he THEN realizes you were wearing his shirt all along!!! (You can do portray his actions however you want after this hehe) i hope im not asking too much but you're the writer i knew I had to ask bc you write beautifully
sharing clothes w katsuki bakugou ˙⋆✮
⋮ ⌗ summary: what the ask says. ┆ divider credits - @ cursed - carmine ┆ author's note: ofc mootie!ᯓᡣ𐭩
katsuki returns home well past midnight, shoulders heavy from the mission and every step feeling like it drags the entire day behind him, yet the moment he steps into your shared bedroom and sees you sleeping soundly beneath the blankets, he feels something inside him loosen in a way he never admits out loud. he stands there for a moment, taking in the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, before deciding that the only thing he wants is a hot shower to wash the exhaustion from his skin.
after the shower, steam still clinging to him, he heads straight for the closet, already reaching for his favourite long‑sleeved skull shirt. when his hand meets an empty hanger, he frowns, then checks the next shelf, then the drawer beneath it, then the laundry basket he swears he emptied yesterday, and with each passing second his movements grow desperate and more frustrated.
you wake to the sound of a drawer slamming.
“katsuki,” you mumble, voice thick with sleep, “what are even you doing?”
he freezes, turning toward you with passive irritation.
“i’m trying to find my shirt,” he says, running a hand through his damp hair. “the long‑sleeved one,the skull one... i know i washed it, and now it’s bloody gone!”
you sit up slowly, the blanket slipping from your shoulder, and katsuki’s eyes widen as he finally sees it-- his shirt draped over your body, the sleeves hanging past your hands, the hem reaching your thighs, the faded skull graphic stretched across your chest.
“wait,” he says, staring at you, “you’re wearing it...”
you blink at him, still half asleep. “uh, umm, i couldn’t find anything warm, and it smelled like you, so i put it on.”
katsuki’s jaw slackens, his disposition softening. “you could have told me,” he says, voice softer now, “i wouldn’t have torn the damn closet apart.”
you tug the sleeve over your hand, mannerism as shy as ever, “uh, do you want it back?”
“no,” he says immediately, surprising even himself. “keep it, it looks cute on you.”
you smile, cordial and sleepy. “you sure, baby?”
he clears his throat, trying to act unaffected even though his ears are turning red. “yeah, so sure.”
you pat the space beside you. “come here, you’re making too much noise for someone who’s supposed to be tired.”
he climbs into bed, settling beside you with a sigh of relief, and you rest your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.
“you really like this shirt,” you say somnolently.
“i do,” he replies, wrapping an arm around you, “but i like it more on you.”
“i’ll try to warn you next time before i steal something.”
“you better,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “because i’m not tearing apart another drawer at two in the morning.”
you smile against his chest, curling up like a baby. “goodnight, katsuki.”
“night,” he murmurs, holding you close as he finally lets himself drift off, grateful that the shirt he loves most is wrapped around the person he loves even more.
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the next morning, katsuki wakes before you do like always, with the sight of you curled against him wearing his favourite skull shirt makes cute aggression (or fondness) take over him.
he lies there for a moment, watching the way the fabric drapes over you, how peaceful you look, and how the shirt he spent half the night searching for is now wrapped around the person he loves most.
when you finally stir, stretching with a sleepy yawn, katsuki pretends he wasn’t staring at you for the past ten minutes. you blink up at him, hair messy, voice soft as you greet him, and he grunts something that vaguely sounds like a good morning before slipping out of bed.
you don’t think much of it until he returns an hour later, carrying a small shopping bag and looking strangely rigid for someone who supposedly just went out to grab breakfast. you sit up, confused, and he clears his throat.
“i got you something,” he says, placing the bag on the bed.
you tilt your head, “for me?”
“yeah,” he replies, crossing his arms for the extra stability, “open it.”
you reach inside and pull out a neatly folded shirt, then another, then another, all long‑sleeved, all soft, all clearly chosen with care. one has a small flame design on the sleeve, another has a simple black and white pattern, and the last one is oversized and warm, perfect for lounging around the house. all of these designs aren't neccesarily your taste in fashion, but they are katsuki's, and that's all that matters right now.
“katsuki,” you say, smiling as you run your fingers over the fabric, “you bought me shirts.”
he looks away, ears turning red. “you keep stealing mine, so i figured you should have your own.”
“i thought you don’t mind when i steal yours though...”
“that’s not the point,” he says, though his voice loses its edge, “i just thought you’d like these, they won’t make me tear apart the damn closet again.”
you hold one up against your chest. “they’re perfect.”
he finally meets your eyes, and his eyebrows unclench. “good. i wanted you to have stuff that’s comfortable. stuff you’ll actually wear.”
you crawl closer, placing the shirts beside you and wrapping your arms around his waist. “you’re sweet.”
he scoffs, but his hands settle on your hips, pulling you in. “i’m practical.”
“and also, you’re sweet,” you repeat, pressing your forehead to his chest.
he sighs, giving in. “fine, maybe a little, whatever you say goes”
you smile up at him. “thank you, katsuki~”
he brushes a hand through your hair, the gesture gentle and familiar. “just wear whatever you want. if you want my shirts, take them. if you want these, wear them, don’t care. i just like seeing you comfortable.”
you kiss his jaw, making his heart race. “i’m wearing yours today.”
he rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifts. “figured you would.”
you tug the hem of the skull shirt playfully. “it’s my favourite.”
“it was mine,” he says, pulling you into his arms again, “but it looks better on you.”
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Random thought as I dread working out.
3rd year Bakugo overhears you talking to Mina.
"Ughhh, I'm so out of shape and flabby. But I hate going to the gym. Absolutely HATE it. But I love sweets...What am I supposed to do? Die?"
Mina giggled at your dramatic display, arm now covering your face as you leaned your head back on the couch.
"Why don't you ask Kiri or Sero. Kiri is super dedicated and will help you without constant screaming. Or Sero who is less dedicated, so no unintentional guilt, but will make sure you hit those goals."
"Love you offering up your boyfriend for training, but ehh, I think I need someone to be mean. Guilt doesn't even get me to the gym."
"If you ask Bakugo you will not get out of any workouts. Know that and feel it in your soul."
You groaned, laying your head in her lap looking up at her.
"Why can't I just look good like you."
Mina laughed.
"Oh sweetie, Kiri makes me work out just not at the gym."
You sat up groaning.
"Ew gross...Though if Bakugo offered that kind of workout...Nevermind. Can't put that out in the universe."
"Well, you'll figure something out."
The next morning you were stretching in your room when someone knocked.
"Good your dressed. Let's go."
"Huh. What?"
"Heard you bitchin to Mina yesterday."
You froze wondering just how much he heard.
"You heard? All of it?"
Bakugo smirked when he saw how embarrassed you were.
"Enough to know you ain't gonna get what you need from shitty hair or elbows trainin' ya."
You shouldn't be reading into that innocent statement, but how could you not when he wore that smirk.
"You don't mind, then?"
"Tch. Wouldn't have offered if I did. C'mon, gotta build your stamina if ya wanna get to the Kiri/Mina workout," Bakugo eyed you up and down before walking away.
Not only had he heard it all, now he knew you wanted to jump him. Ugh.
Bakugo walked away full smile because now he didn't need an excuse to spend time with you. And of course he'd have to touch you to correct your movements. It's what any good trainer would do. So, yeah, he was going to enjoy pushing your limits. At the gym, of course.
⋆ . ࿔ ˚ Mama, mama a girl behind you
Pro-hero!Dynamight with Actress!Reader
Bakugou is a lot of things; he is ambitious and smart, emotionally intelligent, compassionate, he's a hero and he's good at his job, the best in his field, he doesn't care what anyone else says.
But still, people talk, oh they do.
Everyday #dynamight goes trending for one reason or another, somedays people bash him, call him arrogant and short tempered and tell him that he should watch his tongue.
Other days the same people drool over edits of 0.02 second of his shirt riding up to reveal his happy trail, telling him that he should shove the same tongue down their throats.
Tomorrow, however he'll trend for a much different reason.
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Bakugou wiped his face with a clean towel, eyes scanning his reflection in the mirror before he moved on to fix his hairs, donned in a dark green shirt and black pants.
As much as he hated the idea of down an online interview, he still preferred it over flying to a different country for the same, it was easy, convenient and much quicker.
His pr team already had the laptop set up in his living room, meeting ready to begin anytime soon.
He finally settled on his couch, ready to start the interview, already going through the list of the questions he knows will be asked.
It's a rule, you want to interview Dynamight, you tell him before hand what you'll ask him, the last he wants is to be inconvenienced by ridiculous questions and the last thing anyone else wants is to get on his bad side.
The interview is done within two hours, generic and boring as usual, it aired couple of hours later
The usual.
Except nobody cared about the content of the interview, everyone was focused on one thing and one thing only.
A full body cardboard cut out from one of your campaigns, standing in the background of his video, perched right in the middle of what people concluded was his bedroom.
It send people spiralling, the youth in shambles, people posting pictures of their own cut-out standee, with the tag #justlikeyou.
Dynamight goes trending again.
The usual.
Barely any hour after the clips of the interview started trending, another clip was circulated.
It was blurry and pixelated, seeming to be filmed on a potato, but still very, very recognizable.
Pro hero dynamight, in a black hoodie and sweatpants, his signature blonde hairs peeking from underneath the hood, impatiently looking around whilst waiting in a alleyway.
He was leaning against a big ass van, that wasn't something his fans have seen so far, so they assume it's a rented van.
The manager walked up to him, gently handing him something wrapped in a cloth, something flat, resembling a cardboard or a cut out (people already connected the dots).
Dynamight took it, cradled in his arms as he walked over to his van, hauling the cut out very tenderly depositing it in the back, before turning towards the manager again.
He handed him a thick wad of cash, despite the blurry footage, it was alot.
The video ended with Dynamight almost skipping to the front seat of the car and driving away into the sunset.
Then came the compilation of all the three videos: the clip of the interview— clearly showing your cut out in his bedroom; the clip of him shamelessly admitting his priced possession— "so what! Can't even fanboy in this economy!" and lastly the clip of him purchasing the cutout from a potential black market.
His social media notifications blew up.
Not that he noticed, they've been silent since his high school days, but he wasn't unaware of the chaos out here.
By @/diehardcarefangirl.
"Last time I had a Nanami Kento cut out in my room I was bullied, but now I can proudly bring him back out of storage."
#thankyoudynamight #thechangeishere
He understands that sentiment, no one should ever hide their hobbies or things they are passionate about just because some loser out there doesn't have a personality.
By @/thesmutfairy "Lowkenuinely curious about the placement of cut-out standee, why is it face your bed, dynamight𖠂𖠂?"
#thankyoudynamight #freakydynamight
He let out a snort, looking up at your sweet smile, sunrays slipping through the curtains falling on the cut out, making you appear ethereal.
He isn't a degenerate, he keeps the cut out in his bedroom to be able to wake up to your beautiful smile and occasionally jork it crazy style, but mostly to be able to see you before falling asleep and see you when he woke up.
By @/Y/Nslefttoenail "I just hope Dynamight knows he has as much chance as I do of being noticed by the @/officialY/N."
#thankyoudynamight #wellbothdiesingle
He almost typed a series of curses to some guy claiming to be your left toe nail, ready to get into internet quarrel on his main, official account.
But, his notification pinged, a new dm.
OfficialY/N: Hello Dynamight.
OfficialY/N: I hope this isn't too forward, but the real deal is much better than the cut out you've got in your bedroom.
Holy fucking moly, take that y/n's left fucking toenail.
DynamightOfficial: Hwllo.
Fuck! He might actually die single.
Dividers by: @dollywons 💖✨
hii! what do you think katsuki would be like during readers pregnancies? what if reader were to lift something heavy and katsuki caught her? i feel like he'd be really protective and kinda mad at reader
anyway, i LOVE sta <33
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: kids; marriage; pregnancy; fluff ⋆ WORD COUNT: 655
A/N: he’d definitely be overprotective lol and i love overprotective bakugou
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Your favorite days were when Bakugou didn’t have work and he’d be home with you and little Katsuo. And it was more Katsuo’s favorite days to have both of his parents home rather than just you, especially since you were on maternity leave and were always home.
And so the three of you sat in the living room while Bakugou and Katsuo played a card game. One would think any parent would go easy on their five-year-old son but not Bakugou; he took every game seriously.
But Katsuo got his competitive nature so you sat back and watched in amusement as your husband and son quite literally just argued at each other.
The moment the high-pitched buzz echoed through the hallways, Katsuki Bakugo stood up so fast his chair screeched against the linoleum. He swung his schoolbag over his shoulder, his face twisted into its default setting: a lethal scowl.
He didn't wait for you. He never did.
You gathered your notebooks at a normal pace, nodding goodbye to a few classmates, before stepping out into the crowded corridor. True to form, Katsuki was already ten paces ahead, his blonde spikes cutting through the sea of uniforms like a shark fin. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders hunched. To anyone else, it looked like he was trying to leave you behind.
But as you stepped out of the front gates, you noticed his pace slacken just enough. He kept a strict, three-step lead—far enough to pretend he was walking alone, but close enough that his broad shoulders blocked the worst of the chilly autumn wind.
"You're walking too slow," Katsuki barked over his shoulder, not actually turning around. "The hell takes you so long to pack a bag?"
"I was talking to the teacher, Katsuki," you said, adjusting your backpack strap.
"Tch. Waste of time."
As you reached the main intersection, a group of high schoolers on bicycles came skidding around the corner, completely ignoring the pedestrian lane. You didn't even have time to gasp before a hand shot backward, gripping the shoulder of your uniform jacket with a vice-like strength. With one harsh yank, Katsuki pulled you entirely behind his frame.
The bikes sped past, leaving a cloud of dust. Katsuki let go of your jacket, spinning around with a furious glare, sparks literally snapping at his fingertips.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, you damn extras! I'll blast your wheels off!" he roared down the street. The bicyclists didn't dare look back. Katsuki turned his wrath on you next, his face flushed with anger. "And you! Keep your eyes open! You're completely defenseless, it's pathetic!"
"You caught me," you pointed out softly.
"Shut up! Next time I'm letting them run you over!" He huffed, turning back around and stomping ahead, though his pace was noticeably slower now.
When you finally reached your front porch, Katsuki stopped. He stood at the bottom of the steps, glaring at the doorknob as if it had insulted him. He unzipped his bag with an aggressive rip and pulled out two things.
The first was a neatly wrapped, heavy bento box. The second was a thick, lined notebook completely filled with neat, surprisingly meticulous handwriting. He shoved them both into your arms.
"Take 'em," he muttered, looking off to the side.
"What's this?" you asked, balancing the unexpected weight.
"The old lady made too much food. Eat it so it stops taking up space in my bag," he lied smoothly, his eyes darting anywhere but your face. In reality, Mitsuki Bakugo hadn't touched a pan that morning; Katsuki had woken up at 5:00 AM to precisely chop your favorite vegetables. "And that's the English study guide for Friday. If you fail that quiz, it reflects badly on me. Sit down and memorize page 42, you idiot."
You smiled, setting the items down on the porch railing. "Thank you, Katsuki."
"I told you to shut up," he grumbled, but the tips of his ears were turning a violent shade of pink.
He turned to leave, but stopped at the edge of the yard. For a long, tense moment, the fiery, loud-mouthed prodigy of Aldera Middle School looked completely paralyzed. His fists clenched inside his pockets. He let out a sharp, frustrated sigh, annoyed at his own inability to just walk away.
With a sharp pivot, he marched back up the steps, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you a step closer. He didn't hug you—that was too much, too vulnerable for the middle school version of him—but he reached out and roughly took your hand, wrapping his warm, calloused fingers tightly around yours.
He squeezed your hand so hard it almost hurt, his eyes fixed firmly on the concrete steps.
"You're annoying," Katsuki muttered, his voice dropping low, stripped of its usual explosive volume. He squeezed your hand one last time before letting go and turning on his heel. "Don't slack off on that English guide. I'm picking you up at 7:00 AM tomorrow."
You watched him storm down the street, his hands shoved back into his pockets, his shoulders tense. He didn't look back, but you knew him well enough to know he was smiling.
pro hero!katsuki and his wife on vogue beauty secrets
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the camera in the expensive hotel bathroom was mounted on the counter in front of you, while you explained your skincare and makeup routine, occasionally throwing in stories about your husband, who was still snoring away in the bedroom, while you got ready. that’s what you assumed he was doing anyway.
“i don’t usually wear eyeliner because it takes a ridiculous amount of time, but we’re going to try anyway and if i screw up, at least it’ll be free entertainment for everyone watching, and for my husband if he wakes up which probably won’t be until later.”
spoke to soon.
not even a minute later, the bathroom door that was once closed behind you is pushed open and there stands katsuki, who clearly woke up a minute ago considering his hair is a mess and his eyes aren’t fully open. he scratches at his stomach while the staff behind the camera cheer at this sudden appearance.
you being yourself, also snort at his less than put together appearance and he grinned at the sound.
“am i supposed piss on camera?”
“don’t say that!”
“what? everyone does it. even you.”
“tsuki!”
collective laughter from behind the camera. you laugh too despite your earlier scold, and he doesn’t waste a second wrapping you up in his tight death grip and lifting you off the ground in a spin while you yelped, and the initial laughter from the staff now turned into “awww!”
“i’m trying to do makeup and you’re ruining the video!”
trying to keep the ‘annoyed’ demeanour, you gave him a light smack on the arm as he set you back down. that only made him grin wider, and his dimple appeared on his right cheek. you would call him cute if he wasn’t interrupting.
“pretend i’m not even here.”
except he was here, and it didn’t look like he was planning to let go of you given his grip hadn’t faltered once. katsuki reminded you of meena the elephant from sing sometimes, the way he took up space without even trying, and how we inserted himself in situations that didn’t require his presence. to add to the irony, he stamped a kiss that lasted longer than necessary on your cheek, and when he pulled back there was a small wet patch on your face that earned him a less than amused look from you.
“it hasn’t even been 2 minutes and you’re already ruining my work.” you sighed, reaching for your makeup brush again and dusted over his gross wet patch.
“don’t be so grumpy i’m just showing you how much i love you.”
wow. he was really playing it up today, and you knew it was all with the sole intention of embarrassing you in front of the camera. he was successful so far. your grumbling was cut off as he suddenly swiped the brush in your hand.
“let me help you with this.”
“tsuki!”
your protest fell on deaf ears once again. katsuki didn’t relent but instead, began applying your makeup on for you. on your cheeks and nose and tickling the brush underneath your chin, just to get a reaction out of you.
you would be lying if you said he was messing it up because surprisingly he wasn’t. usually, he was on cleaning duty when you couldn’t find it in you to do it yourself. he would wipe your face with makeup remover while you slept like the dead. but given this new predicament, you might just exploit him into doing your entire routine for you. he interrupted after all. not like you were holding him against his will. he chose this.
“you’re actually really good at this..”
“i’ve been watching you do your makeup for the past 5 years. i have it all memorised.”
that part was true. he had been watching you do your makeup since you started dating. he proposed after only 2 years which yes, was definitely too early, but katsuki wasn’t the type to wait around when he wanted something.
“well since you’re here, do my eyeliner too.”
katsuki bent on his knees to get eye level, and just like a professional makeup artist, he glided the eyeliner pen over both your eyes with his other hand. carefully, drawing the wing slowly, as if he was handling a priceless art piece. to him, you were a priceless art peice. he finished cleaning up any mistakes, and kissed the tip of your nose as a signal to open your eyes.
“how does that look?”
looking at yourself in the mirror, you checked for anything that might need to be fixed. nothing. he did a far better job than you, and under a minute. he wasn’t new to this he was true to this.
“how did you do it so perfect? i’ve been practicing since the age of 12 and you get it right after a few months.”
“prayer and a steady hand.”
“prayer?”
“you would beat my ass if i messed up.”
“no i wou- yeah i would.”
another round of laughter rang through the bathroom, and echoed off the walls except this time, it was louder and clearer. katsuki was much taller and bigger than you. he was also notorious for his temper, so the mental image of you, who was the complete opposite of katsuki, beating him seemed absurd. it wasn’t impossible however, because you’ve demonstrated before in the past that you’re more than capable of beating him into submission.
since marrying you, katsuki had become another version of his dad. walking on eggshells around his wife. the cherry on top being, the fact he was exactly where he wanted to be. he loved that you could become violent in a matter of seconds. just like his mom did when when katsuki was younger. his very own tung tung tung sahur was the woman he loved most.
to wrap up the video, he applied your lip gloss on you which he also tried to kiss off you and pouted when you shoved his head aside.
“thank you for watc-“
“next video is gonna be my makeup routine, right?”
he didn’t wait for an answer. katsuki lifted you over his shoulder out the bathroom, while the camera crew lost it all over again and clapped, as if it was a performance, rather than a makeup tutorial. you made a mental note to have him do your makeup from now on, and to also lock the door next time. or not.
a/n: definitely ooc and bootycheeks but i like to headcanon that katsuki isn’t afraid of a tiny bit pda with his wife and uses it to tease her. ignore the fact idk how to use commas…requests open
katsuki is not known to be someone to be late, if anything, he’s always early. however, today was not one of those days as you were woken up by the his attempt at being quiet while rushing to get dressed.
the ruffle and clank of his costume had you straining your neck over your shoulder to peek at what was going on. his arms were lifted as he tugged something over his head, biceps straining as your view of his perfectly chiseled body was quickly concealed.
you let out a slight groan as you roll your body over, head resting on your arms. “you okay?” he huffed as he lifted one of his gauntlets, eyes locked on yours as he tugged it on. “yeah -shit, woke up late” you sat up a bit faster now, knowing how katsuki’s typical morning routine has been officially scrapped. you take a look at the clock, ‘5:34’. “ouu shit”
he rolled his eyes slightly before practically lunging towards you, a long kiss landing on your lips. his hand rests on your cheek, savouring the taste as even though he is late, he would never leave without one. his job is one with unexpected twists after all, good and bad.
after pulling away he stands up, grabbing his phone and other essentials. “sorry for waking you sweets, i’ll make it up to you.” you smile and shake your head. “it’s my day off, don’t worry. now go, and call me later if you can ok?” with a curt nod and no more words, he bolts out the door, the click of the lock echoing around the apartment.
you sigh and take another look at the clock. “just a little more..” and you flop back onto the bed, dozing off in seconds.
eventually 9am rolls around and you decide it’s time to do just about anything to try and make this day productive. and perhaps also because your stomach was making some loud noises at one point.
after a shower, you do something quick with your hair and anything else in your routine that you like to do whenever you have the time.
finally, breakfast. you stand in front of the fridge, pulling it open and- oh. oh well that wasn’t very good. you reach into the fridge and pull out what was meant to be katsuki’s lunch. meant to be because he obviously forgot it. the carefully crafted lunch that you took your sweet time making last night and was going to surprise him with before he left.
you look at the sad box sitting in your hands. if you were to be honest, you felt too lazy to go all the way to the agency just to hand it to him.. but his lunch was in an hour, and again, it’s not like you have anything better to do. so after putting on some cute summer dress that made you look pretty damn good, you marched outside and drove your ass all the way to that overbearing sky scraping building.
you step out of the car with a huff from the strenuous heat, and walk through the huge doors of the agency. navigating through the building that you have visited more times than you can count still isn’t the easiest but eventually you make it to the top floor, stepping out the elevator with the lunchbox held in your hand.
the first thing that hits you are the stares. heroes and other personnel passing you by with that look in their eyes, glances over the shoulder once they thought they were far enough. you feel a little shiver of nerves as you walk past and down the hall.
you hope katsuki was in a good mood by the way the morning had went but as you check your watch you notice his break was going to start any minute now. the thought of seeing him already melts away any of your worries.
you lean against the wall outside of one of the meeting rooms as you can hear the loud but composed voice of your fiancé leading whatever conversation you had no interest in. just as you were about to check the time on your watch, you can feel it before you look up.
right in front of you was what looked like to be one of the office workers that occupied one of the many desks in the building. he looked you up and down, his greasy strands of hair falling in front of his eyes as he takes his sweet time observing you shamelessly.
you don’t do anything except throw him a disgusted grimace that has his grin dropping and leg slowly pushing off of the wall and-
the door next to you clicks open and people begin to pour out. your eyes are still glancing to look for the man to make sure he wouldn’t jumpscare you after the crowd disperses. “sweets?what are you doing here?” you snap your eyes to meet those dark crimson ones. he scans you from head to toe before taking in a subtle deep breath. “you really love to test me, especially at work huh.” you smile and lean up to peck his cheek. he chases your lips until his land on yours.
as you pull away, you finally lift up the reason your here and hand it to him. “i made you lunch last night but well- y’know. so i brought it to you as a little surprise.” he gives you a small smile as he takes the box, his other arm wrapping around your waist. “damn, you better prepare yourself when i get back. for this-” he lifts the box, “-and that damn dress. i can see those old fucks staring. i’ll deal with them later” he grips your waist just that little bit tighter, hand dropping that little bit lower.
he lands a kiss on the crown of your head before pulling away. “you heading back now?” you nod and look up at him. “yeah, i have a show i want to finish and i might start dinner.” he grimaces “maybe wait till i get back yeah?” you roll your eyes at his response. “a little trust from your side would be nice you know?” his face doesn’t change. “whatever i’m leaving now. the amount of testosterone in this damn building is pissing me off”
you start to walk away as you hear his subtle chuckle. “your ass looks good” you shoot him a look before disappearing in the elevator.
and after he makes sure you’re gone and out of earshot, he sets the box gently to the side. his footsteps almost inaudible as he approaches the end of the hall and goes around the corner.
there squats the greasy office worker, phone up and in hand. camera open and gallery full. his breathing slows.
“so.. you can either lose everything you have and hold dear, or have the shit beaten out of you until you land in a hospital bed. your pick fuck face.”
i hate this lmao
⋆˚꩜｡ You can't sleep without Katsuki
It was officially 3:14 AM, and you were losing your mind.
For the past three hours, you had done nothing but toss and turn in your bed. You tried flipping your pillow to the cool side, you tried staring at the ceiling, and you even tried counting sheep like a total cliché. Nothing worked. Your brain just refused to shut up, and the silence of the 1-A dorms was only making your racing thoughts louder.
Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You kicked off your blankets, slipped on your fluffiest slippers, and quietly opened your door.
i was thinking about bakugou and y/n going to bed angry at each other and one of them sleeps in the opposite room but the other can't sleep without them so they cave and drag the other back.
if it's bakugou, ik he'd be like "you're not sleeping on the couch, dumbass" and carry y/n back to bed despite her protests lol.
& if it's y/n, she'd be stubborn & try to fight it but end up cuddling up to bakugou on the couch bc she really hates how empty the bed is without him & he'd wake up and smile seeing her there even tho he's pissed off lmao.
it would be stubborn vs stubborn LOL
you refusing to take the bed and sleeping on the sofa. bakugou standing at the sofa, “i will literally pick you up and drop you in the bed.”
“touch me and i’m leaving.”
threats and frowns and stubbornness.
so bakugou has no choice but to go back to your shared bedroom alone. he doesn’t get in the bed. he just sits. sits on the edge with his feet on the floor, sits on the covers. what’s worse is he’s tired, he’s usually asleep hours ago but his own body and mind isn’t letting him.
then he wanders out, past the living room where you are and into the kitchen. takes the smallest strides so he can get a peek if you’re still awake. he thinks you are even though your eyes are shut.
he gets a glass of water from the kitchen and he’s back in his room just sitting there. then he’s finding another excuse to leave his room and gets up, walks past the living room to stare at you and goes to piss.
then he’s back in the bedroom.
the last time he gets up he’s got no excuse. but his legs are moving before he can register them. he’s up, walking out into the living room and standing at the end of the sofa.
you’re curled up in a blanket, head on a pillow and from your breathing he can tell that you’re still awake.
“what katsuki?” you feel him standing there.
he hates losing but you’re worth it.
“lemme sleep with you.” he demands.
you open your eyes, turning your head to stare at your boyfriend.
you can tell he’s exhausted, that he’s needy. his shoulders are drooping and his arms are loosely crossed against his chest.
“where’s your manners?” you push.
he huffs then sniffs. “lemme sleep with you please.”
his voice low but honest. want strongly present in every word.
you try your hardest not to smile, just opening your blanket like an envelope.
bakugou rushes in beside you, dwarfing the sofa with his entirety. his head is barely on the tiny pillow you’ve got but he wraps you in his arms tightly, head perched on top of yours.
“fuck, you torture me.” he half jokes, releasing the fact in the silence.
“you deserve it,” you muffle.
he makes a grunt of acceptance and that feels good enough until you blurt,
“i’m sorry.”
“i’m sorry too.”
then,
“i love you.
“i love you too.”
dating pro-hero ! bakugou katsuki...
perhaps he was a shitty boyfriend as a teenager with lots of issues, but he's definitely improved. his romance is intense but meaningful. nothing he does is empty or half-hearted
every date, every detail, everything is memorized. he has every important date in his calendar. your yearly anniversary, the anniversary of your first time, of the first time you kissed. your birthday, your parents' birthdays, your pet's birthday.
he hates buying gifts for you, its so hard. it makes him shake a bit with what seems like rage sometimes. but he just wants to get something perfect. so instead, he usually opts for acts of service. driving you around, giving you massages, cooking dinner and packing you lunches (even if he's the pro-hero working on call almost 24/7 while you do your typical 9-5)
bakugou definitely hates that you keep your job at first. he wants to take care of you. but he ends up admiring your independence and likes seeing you go out and do things. and hearing about your day and how hard you work.
he is always convincing you to try new foods. he cooks meals for you regularly an ofc uses you like a guinea pig for new dishes. "don't be a baby, just try it. here. what? you doubt my cooking skills? you have no faith in my ability to follow a recipe?" the same harsh tone as when he was a teen, but now matured with a tinge of love and kindness.
definitely gets jealous of the attention you give to your pets
unsure about bakugou in the love island villa!!! him being straightforward, new bombshell in the villa saying he wants to get to know you and only you. though you feel the need to stay loyal to shouto, the man you’ve been coupled up with for the past two weeks. it’s been going great with him, you have things in common, the same hobbies. but he just doesn’t bring out a spark inside you. doesn’t fill you with butterflies or get you excited to see him every morning.
you’ve told the girls katsuki does. especially when he wears his glasses at bedtime, climbing into his bed with another girl across the room. your heart races when he looks at you from his bed, staring at you like he’s trying to tell you he’d rather be with you right now.
in the mornings, he’s always up at the same time as you. grumpily trodding out the bathroom, rubbing his palm against his bare stomach. those fucking glasses on and messy wheat blonde bed hair.
“you look beautiful.” he mumbles to you as you tie your sarong around your waist. he leans on the doorframe to the girls make up room, biting down on his lip with sleep creases on his cheek.
you’ve just got your bikini on, not having done your makeup yet. his ruby eyes hold so much, mostly sleep deprivation but also admiration for you.
you don’t look at his tiny tight boxers as he crosses his arms across his chest.
“thanks katsuki,” you breathe, focusing on putting your hair in place in the mirror.
why are you staying loyal to your couple? isn’t the point of this experience to talk to as many people as you can? find a real connection?
it’s a few seconds of silence. you looking through your makeup bag as katsuki looks over at you.
“you okay?” you ask, peering at him through your lashes.
“i’m not… fuck i’m not tryna pressure you or anythin’. i’d hate for you to think that,” he sighs, shoves his fingertips under his glasses to rub his eyes, “but i’m still around. waitin’ if you wanna give me a chance.”
you moan to yourself. you’re not sure why you’re so afraid of giving him a chance. perhaps the fact you know he will be perfect for you. but what will everyone else say? the talk of how quickly you dropped shouto, two weeks long, for this new bombshell? isn’t that the point of it all?
“katsuki…,” you trail off.
he lets himself in the room.
“can i sit? i won’t fuck anythin’ up.”
you nod, studying how this big, six foot six man plops down in one of the makeup stools beside you.
he even smells good after a sweaty night sleep, looks sexy as hell too. sweet and sugary. a touch of mint from just brushing his teeth.
“what’s the glasses for?” you ask, checking your face in the mirror. you can’t be looking stupid in front of him.
katsuki chuckles, “shit eyes.”
you roll your eyes, “i know that, idiot. long sighted or short sighted.”
he spreads his legs to get comfortable, crosses his arms and leans forward to stretch his back. it feels as if he’s under your nose, all around your body. his presence is all consuming, warm.
“shortsighted. can’t miss what’s right in front of me,” he sniffs, “gotta have them on if i’m talkin’ to you.”
“shut up,” you whisper, so clearly amused. you adjust the strap of your bikini while he stares at your lips. “how’s your couple going?”
he pushes his glasses up his nose, makes a scrunched up face at your question. “in the nicest way possible, i couldn’t give a fuck.”
you slap his arm, “katsuki!”
“no wait, i mean we get on as friends but there’s nothing romantic there. nothing like an actual couple.” he tries to explain.
you raise your eyebrows at him. you get it. a few of your girls are in one right now. you opt to put your hair in a slick ponytail, smoothing out the bumps on your head. bakugou struggles to look away.
then he tilts his head, “what about you and what’s his face? you still lovin’ it there?”
“it’s complicated.” you grab your brush but you can’t get your hair to look right. you sigh to yourself, arms aching in the air.
“i can do it?”
you look at him through the mirror. he pokes his tongue in his cheek.
“my hair?”
“yeah? looks easy, dunno what you’re doing wrong.”
the audacity makes you give him a try, letting go of your hair for him to try.
“go on then. pro hero and a hairdresser. jack of all trades.”
bakugou smirks, rising from his stool, “yeah. that’s what they call me.”
with ease he swoops up your hair in one calloused hand and immediately your eyes widen. you’ve not even kissed the guy yet but with his hips to your back, holding your hair tight like this, somehow feels even more intimate.
“pass the brush. i’ll show you how it’s done.”
“you’re acting like i’ve never done it before.”
“this is gonna be the best ponytail you’ve ever had.”
he takes an odd boyish technique to it. holding your hair in a fist as he slowly brushes out every bump. he takes care, bending closer and looking at you through the mirror to check again. you’re cheek to cheek and you feel your body heat up like you’re out on the terrace and not in an air conditioned room.
“that’s good, right? smooth as hell,” he whispers next to you, voice husky.
“y-yeah. looks good.”
“sick,” he grins, grabbing your two hair bands off the table and tying your hair up into a high pony tail.
then katsuki steps away as if to check over his work.
“pretty. i’d kiss you if i was in a couple with you.”
you pout instinctively, “i’ll talk with shouto to keep him in the loop. i do… i think we’d get on.”
both your heads dart to the door at the sound of footsteps and giggles. everyone’s awake now.
“i think we’d more than get on, princess.”
“yn, baby! there you are!” your best friend momo says in her pyjamas, coming around the table to give you a side hug. “hey katsuki.”
katsuki grunts a hi, slowly inching out the room without taking his eyes off you.
“love the hair. how’d you get it so clean?”
you don’t give him the satisfaction, “trial and error, babe.”
“i’ll see you two later,” bakugou says, hand on the top of the doorframe to leave. “i’m gonna pull you later, yn.”
then he’s off down the corridor.
momo opens her eyes wide, staring at you. “spill. how long were you both in here? are you giving him a chance now? you… you didn’t kiss did you?”
you shake your hands in the air, “no, no, no! no kisses but i think i’m gonna give him a chance.” you throw your head back and close your eyes, “i’m scared of how much i’m going to like him.”
momo grins, “finally, babe. i’ve been waiting for you to wake up! you deserve excitement, fun, even love! and he’s fine as fuck! it’s going to be fun either way.”
about twenty minutes later, more girls have flooded the make up room getting ready while you sit back on the sofa and chat with everyone.
he’s hard to ignore, bakugou katsuki, as he steps into the room for the second time in the morning.
“for you,” he thrusts a green matcha at you. a pink straw out the top.
he’s got black shorts on now but still those goddamn glasses.
“thanks katsuki.”
“no worries, princess. see you outside.”
he doesn’t waste anytime, hating how all eyes are on him and the room has fallen silent. though he waits for you to take a sip, a slow smirk rising as you nod in delight.
“tasty! i’ll see you out there.”
with that, he nods, circling out the room.
“did he fucking call you princess?”
“are you finally letting him in now? that poor boy has been waiting!”
“how long has this been going on for?”
Tiny Compliments
Bakugo compliments you, A LOT. Just, quietly. And you don’t know why.
You were smelling flowers while you two were on a date and then a tiny sound filled your ears, “You look cute.”
“Huh? What’d you say?” You ask, even though you heard him.
“Nothing.”
Another time was when you were looking in the mirror and he was sitting back on your bed after a day of training waiting for you to finish so you guys can go get something to eat.
“Stop looking in the mirror, you look pretty.”
You turn around trying to contain your smile as you say, “Hm? Say that again.”
“Nothing. Hurry up.” He mumbles.
Next was when you two were eating Pho at a restaurant Mina took you to a couple weeks ago and you wanted to get it with Katsuki.
You were blowing on your food and taking big bites so it got on your shirt. “You’re cute when you’re clumsy.”
“What was that?”
“Nothin’.” He mutters but then five minutes later when you finally get a bite in without spilling he mumbles, “I like when you eat.”
You look up to him and lean in acting like you didn’t hear him. “What? I didn’t say anything.”
But he did, and you heard every, single, time.
He has done this since you started dating seven months ago. The most recent time he did it was when you guys were studying alone after Denki and Jirou went to take a break.
You were stuck on a problem and biting your pencil so hard you could break it. “You’re smart, hurry up and answer.”
“Hm?” You ask taking the pencil out of your mouth.
He huffs a ‘nothing’.
You decide to be bold and confront him about his habit. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” He acts confused on what you’re talking about keeping his eyes on the book.
You lean forward, “Act like you didn’t just compliment me.” And his ears turn red instantly. “I didn’t.” He answers instantly.
“You did. And you do. I hear you every time I just want you not compliment me under your breath.”
He finally looks up at you. “Well I— I just don’t know how you do it!”
“Do what?” You copy him.
“Compliment me! You do it so easily.”
“Because you’re easy to compliment.” You say casually and the red on his ears spread to his cheeks.
“Don’t say what you don’t mean.”
You tilt your head. “But I do mean it.” You say with a half-laugh, half-scoff. “Why do you always say ‘nothin’’ after you compliment me?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing to say that your girlfriend looks pretty?”
“No. It’s that—“
You cut him off, “It’s that what?”
“It’s just hard.”
“Listen, Kats. If you have a problem with being vulnerable, that’s okay. But I’m your girlfriend. Be vulnerable with me!”
He’s silent for a second before saying something. “You’re smart.”
“What’d you say?” You tease him.
“You heard me,” He growls, but answers anyway, “You’re smart. Don’t get stuck on an easy question.”
You grin from ear-to-ear, “Thank you. Now help me with this problem.”
At the same time Katsuki is helping you Jirou and Denki walk in with snacks for everyone. “Ooo, whatcha’ guys doing? Being a lovey dovey couple?”
“SHUT UP, DUNCE FACE.”
“Yeah, shut up dunce face. You know he’s embarrassed by being a lovey dovey couple all the time.” Jirou adds.
“YOU CAN DIE TOO!”
But there you are laughing right next to him from his yells and your friend’s comments. He turns to you. “I like your laugh.”
“What was that?” Denki asks even though he heard him loud and clear.
“DIEEEEEEEYUH!”
(Second offering. 🙏🏾😂)
katsuki who picks you up after a night out, pulling up outside to find you already subtly stumbling in his direction. the smile on your face is infectious as your arms spread to wrap around his shoulders, his wrapping around your waist as he stabilises you along with a gentle kiss being placed on your cheek.
katsuki who manages to buckle you into the seat before hopping in the drivers side and mouthing a small ‘thanks’ to your friends who make sure you’re handed off into the safest hands.
katsuki who carries a sleepy you into your apartment, strong arms wrapped under your shoulders and knees. he walks along the hall and into the bedroom, setting you down gently on the soft silky sheets of your shared bed.
katsuki who manages to manoeuvre your head into his lap, grabbing a cotton pad and some micellar water to remove the makeup on your face. his fingers wipe over your features that he admires, the look on your face peaceful and angel like.
katsuki who eventually changes you into your favourite pyjamas that consists of one of his oldest t-shirts, his carmel like burnt scent clinging to the fabric. a pair of cotton shorts adorning your legs.
katsuki who finally climbs into bed along side you, his arms pulling you into him as he caresses your side. he plants a soft kiss to the crown of your head before falling asleep, knowing you are safe and sound.
@kammazi
interview with elle magazine
bakugo x reader
You smiled at the camera, studio lights blasting in your face as you dug your hand around in the box provided to you.
“Call Prohero Dynamight and tell him your getting married next week”
Taking a deep breath you accepted what you just read, slowly nodding as you mentally prepared yourself.
Someone off screen handed you your phone, the mic picking up the low ringing as the studio waited in anticipation.
*click*
“I’m on patrol, speak.”
