No glue, no borax. Just please
bakugo x reader
Bakugo and you have been dating a little over two months.
You bumped into him at the mall, accidentally running into him and spilling the both of your take out. After apologizing profusely and begging him to let you pay for his meal, you two surprisingly got along well.
Striking up a conversation while you waiting for your food to finish.
Ironically you only found out he was a pro hero after you started dating. Having heard his hero name in passing but not remembering anything about him.
Fast forward to now, you were rushing to organize your place. This would be the first time Bakugo ever came over and you knew how much of a neat freak he was.
The door bell caught your attention, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants as you went to greet him.
You were met with his figure standing tall, in his lounge clothes, and holding a bouquet of flowers. Pulling him into your home was nerve wracking, watching him survey his surroundings and taking it all in.
He analyzed all your nicknacks and plush decor. Your apartment surprisingly normal, he knew how eccentric you were and thought your apartment would show that.
Putting away the flowers in a clear vase, the two of you enjoyed each other's company. Watching movies you couldn't before because of clashing work schedules and cooking those picturesque pinterest recipes he would send you.
It was all very domestic and comfortable, there was nothing short of things to talk about as you two gossiped.
You didn't think twice when he asked you where your bathroom was, simply directing him down the hall and to the right.
He left, leaving you to hum the song you guys were listening to ask you continued cooking.
Being a pro, Bakugo knew how to follow directions and heard what you said perfectly clear. But only having seen the kitchen and living room, he got curious about the door on the left of the hall.
If Bakugo was one thing, it was nosy.
Making sure you were still busy, he gripped the door handle and slowly twisted it open. Making sure it made no noise.
What he didn't expect when he flicked on the lights was your bedroom to be covered in pro hero Deku's merchandise.
He was stunned, from top to bottom everywhere he looked what his childhood friend staring back at him. His poster hung over your bed, and your sheets had cartoon versions of him in his hero costume. Figurines sat along your desk and shelves, Deku's catchphrase etched across your rug, and your computer monitor flickered with different action shots of him.
But worst of all, the stupid chibi plushy sitting smack dab in the middle of your bed staring back at him. You had slept with Deku before you even shared a bed with him.
You didn't even know who he was when you first met, but you admired his longest friend.
He heard your footsteps approaching as you called his name. Before you walked in on him, and rushing out your explanation.
Bakugo couldn't even be upset because not long after, he found himself doing skincare with you while wearing a Deku themed face mask and wearing an extra pair of Deku themed slippers. Later slipping into your sheets as you cuddled up next to him.
The stupid Deku plushy staring back at him from the end of your bed.
this request ! fem ! reader , swearing , reader is shorter than katsuki
one thing that katsuki didnt understand about you was how quickly your personality switched. there would be times where you would be laughing and giggling with your friends, and the moment that he slipped his hand into yours, you would go bright red and go silent. of course, you never pulled away, but you practically froze and gave one word answers to anyone who spoke to you.
he found it your reaction funny most of the time, but it occasionally irked him at how you shied away from his touch in public. sometimes he just wanted to hold you close to him, but you would always panic and burn a bright red in the face. katsuki wanted to show his love for you proudly, but you always seemed to try and evade his hands, and make excuses to not reciprocate his affection in public.
it was odd for him to see you so bright and bubbly one second, and then as quiet as a mouse the next. what was even more odd to katsuki was how dependant you were on him whenever a new situation arose. you would always hide behind him when you were faced with something you had never seen before.
"oi, stop bein' so jittery and get yer ass over here." katsuki grumbled, reaching out to pull you by the waist closer to his own body, your head bumping against his chest. he had been wanting you by his side all day, and now that he got the chance to, katsuki wasted no time in getting you close to him. he grinned at how jumpy you were, before he muttered out, clearly not wanting to be overheard.
"stay by my side, dumbass..."
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Hand on face
a sour taste and a cruel heart
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a\n so much angst. but imagine any of your favs when reading!
You were here, stuck at this shitty fucking party, supposed to dance the pain away—or so Ochako had said. And yet, there he was, standing six feet away from you, bathed in the flickering glow of those cheap strobe lights Denki had scored last minute from some run-down party store. Blue and purple hues wrapped around him, casting him as something ethereal. Almost angelic.
But he’s anything but that.
You know it from the festering, rotting feeling that creeps in every time someone so much as mentions his name. That man is no saint. He had ripped your heart out with bare hands and sharp teeth, peeled the skin from your bones, and left your flesh to rot.
You still remember how he ended it—how he left you with nothing but a cardboard box stuffed with the remnants of your last three years together. Left it by your door like garbage, not even man enough to look you in the eyes when he tossed you away.
That cruel smirk, the one that used to send you to your knees, now only sends you clutching at your chest, struggling to breathe. And now, here he is. Lost in the crowd but staring at you.
You had sworn to him that you two could make it, that you'd be the exception. But he never listened—when did he ever? Instead, he grew quieter. Stopped holding your gaze. Dropped your hand in crowds. For fuck’s sake, he stopped kissing you. Your lips still feel bare.
And a few weeks later, it was over.
You remember his face—so vacant, so cold, like a stranger trying to morph himself into the man you once loved. You had wished, prayed, that it was some sick prank. That it was all just a nightmare, and you'd wake up in his arms, the morning sun warming his skin, his body safe and solid beside you.
But instead, you woke up alone. Cold. With a raging headache and eyes too swollen to open properly.
That same morning, you were paired with him for a training session. He had loomed over you the way he always used to—except this time, he wasn’t yours. Just an opponent. A stranger planning to land a hit. You dodged, gasping for breath, and then—
You broke.
Sobbing, choking on your own breath, tears streaming down your face as you clung to his chest—hitting him, holding him, like you wanted to tear him apart but still needed him to put you back together. And in front of everyone, he just… held you.
He never spoke to you again after that.
And now, here he is, at this shitty graduation party, celebrating the same thing he threw you away for. And here you are, swirling the sour liquid in your cup, knocking it back too fast, desperate for something—anything—to dull the ache clawing at your ribs.
And here he is, still staring.
His eyes narrow slightly, like he sees right through you. Like he knows you still can’t stand the taste of alcohol. But he won’t be there to hold your hair back when you’re puking your guts out.
Not anymore.
can be any of your favs from mha <3
cats love him, villains fear him
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || Getting a call to pick up your drunk boyfriend led to many hugs, kisses and even a secret revealed.
᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, oneshot, drunk and clingy bkg, dating au, aged up, physical touch galore, jealous bkg, kirishima mentioned, highschool sweethearts, he’s just a lil guy, 1.1k word count
The intense smell of alcohol and fried japanese cuisine infiltrates her nostrils – increasing the worry she already felt prior to her arrival – nonetheless she smiles, saying her quick hello's to those still present.
"Hey bakubro, look alive! Y/N is here!"
Her gaze softens as she approaches the duo, sighing with relief as she sees the blonde seated down with a noticeable aloof expression – though short lived – given that his head perks up at the mention of her name.
"....y/n? where?"
The unusual quiet tone makes her heart race, the way he lazily scans the area – too drunk to notice she's standing only a few steps away – only causes a giggle to escape her.
He frowns at Kirishima, sending a weak glare his way.
"don't lie to me, shitty hair..."
The red head could only sheepishly smile at him – taking a note that his friend is too far gone – standing up and patting y/n's shoulder as he walks by, going over to make sure the others are okay to get home.
But not before adding an encouraging remark, shining a toothy grin towards her as he steps aside.
"He's all yours y/n! good luck!"
She nods at him and looks back at the blonde – who's resting his head on the table, obeying the feeling of exhaustion – having to hold the urge to take a photo of the adorable scene.
With deliberate quiet steps, she leans against the table, soothingly rubbing his back.
"Katsuki?"
He tenses and immediately picks his head up – lifting his hand to shove hers away – but pauses as he seems to recognize her, squinting hard, clearly struggling.
She smiles and leans closer for him, knowing he must've drank a lot for the guy to be so out of it.
"Hi 'suki, it's y/n, c'mon i'm here to bring you back home."
At her reassurance, his earlier defensive stance seemed to relax – his eyes practically oozing with infatuation – a lopsided smile slowly appearing on his face.
An unfamiliar yet welcoming sight.
His arms reach out to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer with longing and adoration – earning a surprised gasp from her – his gaze roaming across her facial features, as if trying to wrap his head around her beauty.
"you're here.."
The joy in his voice is evident – so unlike the grumpy blonde that she knows and loves – she doesn't particularly mind this version of him though.
It's cute.
"Kirishima called and said you drank a little too much, so I came to your rescue."
He frowns immediately – earning a curious look from her and raised brows – halting in her movements when he buries his face against her stomach.
She softly hums as her fingers reach down to gently play with the spiky locks, the soft texture felt beneath her fingertips as she scratches his scalp.
"What's wrong?"
The grip around her waist only tightens as he grumbles.
"don't talk about him..."
Her eyes crinkle with amusement, softly giggling at the ticklish sensation – the combination of his hair and the jealous words spoken against her torso, made her prone to laughter – he was an open book whenever given a few drinks in his system.
She'll keep that in mind for next time.
"Don't be so jealous Katsuki, I'm dating you, remember?"
He huffs and picks his head up, looking straight at her with determination.
"Just focus on me."
She rolls her eyes playfully, resting her arms around his neck as he continues clinging to her.
"Whatever you say-"
A small whine escapes the girl as his hands position her to sit on his lap, taking the opportunity to cradle her face and squish her cheeks.
The yearning in his eyes makes her chest tighten involuntarily, feeling a bit shy at his display of such fondness.
"...'m in love with you... you know?"
Of course she knew he loved her.
But the way he's so straight forward when he usually isn't as vocal with his affection is just... different.
It made her feel like a blushing school girl all over again.
"yes i know kats, i love you too."
Apparently the smile and words weren't enough for him, cause he didn't let go of her face, drunkenly holding it with tenderness.
Honestly, no one wouldn't believe her if she told this story many years from now.
The way he adoringly smiles, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead – which turned into multiple kisses across her face – simply left her feeling breathless.
As if she, herself, had been infected by his intoxication.
"So pretty..."
Y/N gently removes his hands – attempting to regain some of her composure, after he made her all flustered – and opens her palm in his direction with a laugh.
“Thank you ‘suki, but can I get your car keys? I gotta drive you home 'mkay?"
"oh.... 'kay..."
His left hand fumbles around his pocket – the other having a steady place around her back to keep her up – the sounds of metal clinging together echoing from the action.
She takes the set of keys, noticing the framed – and now signed – all might card dangling from the set, a smile resurfacing on her face.
But her brows furrow when she sees another attachment on the keys.
A small photo keychain of them, a picture from their yearbook when they were in UA, both smiling at each other, not suspecting anyone snapped a pic.
She remembered the shock on both of their faces when they opened the collage of memories, the photo printed out in the array of funny class photos.
The blonde must've cut it out and framed it.
Her heart jumps at the realization, a warm feeling bubbling within her chest – she never took katsuki to wear an accessory like this – maybe she'll buy him a charm to add to the assortment of trinkets.
"...'m sleepy"
Y/N smiles – feeling extra giddy now, as she stands up from his lap – helping him to place his arm around her shoulder, walking out of the restaurant in unison.
As she buckles his seatbelt on, she couldn't help but to mention her discovery.
"Hey katsuki... I didn't know you had that photo of us on your keychain."
His red eyes are half lidded with drowsiness, but it doesn't stop him from speaking in a mumble before succumbing to sleep.
"...that photo is special."
She yearns for him to elaborate but refrains from waking him up, instead putting the car in drive towards his apartment, she'll just ask him tomorrow.
What she didn't know at the time, is the significance of the photo.
Back then, he was irritated at whoever snapped that shot, but Katsuki could only be grateful now.
It was taken on the exact day he realized he fell in love with her – now a personal time capsule he could look back on whenever he wanted to reminisce – the reminder of that, making him sleep for the rest of the car ride home with a smile.
And yes, she did snap a pic of him snoring.
Maybe it’ll be on her keychain.
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THEY’RE ALL IN HERO COSTUMES AND HE’S IN CIVILIAN CLOTHES MY POOR BABY
the parallels 😭 1-A where pro heroes used to be 😭 the little kid in deku's place 😭 deku being for that kid what all might was for him 😭 they are so dear to me