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i’m kinda thinking about the last one a loT… i’m guessing this is about 700-1k words ? cw: last one includes making out :) otherwise bakugou wildly in love

“I MUST REALLY LOVE YOU” is one of your favourite things to hear your boyfriend say. usually because it meant you were getting what you want one way or another like the spoiled princess you are. his words, not yours. but it wasn’t your fault he always caved in and then gratified you with whatever you wanted and an indirect love confession after.

it’s always said in a grumble with a huff tacked on like you’re asking him to move the earth for you. which honestly is something he would attempt if you asked. but this time you’re laying beside him in bed, head propped up with your hand and your leg thrown over his body. it’s his off day today and he’d much rather say in the warmth in his bed with you.

“do you mind getting us breakfast baby?” and one thing about your boyfriend is that your maximum asks for something is usually once, twice only if he didn’t hear you the first time.

so he blinks a couple times trying to adjust to the possibility of getting out of bed right now, then he gives an over dramatic loud puff and says it. “i must really love you.”

but you know there’s no honest malice or annoyance in his tone as he rubs the back of your thigh and squeezes before he carefully pushes you off to climb out of bed.

when you say a soft sleepy , “love you!!” to your boyfriend, half asleep bouncing on one leg to pull on his joggers. he follows with a playful “yeah yeah,” bending down to kiss your forehead.

another time is when you’re both invited to kirishima’s christmas party. the red and green invite with bold text at the bottom practically screaming ‘COME IN AN UGLY CHRISTMAS JUMPER OR YOURE NOT ALLOWED IN’.

the threat doesn’t shake your boyfriend, he doesn’t care if he turns up or not. “yeah that shit’s not me.” he says to kirishima on the phone and you’re rolling your eyes at his dramatics. it’s just a jumper and nobody’s gonna be paying attention after glasses of mulled wine and eggnog but alas katsuki’s not into it.

so next time you see him, you’re waving a bag in front of his face. “i got you something, gorgeous. for kiri’s party!” and immediately a frown is on his face, he feels like he can already see the future; him giving in to wear an ugly ass jumper. how the mighty have fallen.

you pull a thick fluffy jumper out your bag made from the itchiest wool he’s laid eyes on, complete with built in flashing lights and a lopsided santa. it’s the ugliest thing he’s ever seen. but you’re smiling at him so prettily with a little tilt of your head.

“try it on for me!! please!!” and you never have to ask twice. he just yanks it out your hand and pulls off his current hoodie.

“i must really love you,” he hopelessly sighs but when his head pops out the hole of the jumper, you’re holding another one infront of your body.

“we’re gonna be matching!! so cute!!” and suddenly bakugou doesn’t care anymore that he’s wearing the ugliest jumper known to mankind…. because you’ll be wearing one with him.

and the next time is when you think you need to convince him. kissing a trail up his neck, nibbling his earlobe and resting a palm flat on his chest. you have him like dough in your hands; he’s stretching out his neck so you have more space to kiss and you can feel his appreciative purrs rumble through his abdomen. you’re pressing your cute little “please katsu”’s into his skin and the only reason why he hasn’t said yes yet is because he can’t. his brain is scrambled from your touch and he feels like he’s bonelessly melting into your sofa.

he only sparks awake when you brush your fingers over his nipple, his eyes fluttering open with a loud moan. “is that a yes baby?” you grin, a grin that would have been taken a little deliriously if bakugou wasn’t so in love. “yeah… yeah you can princess.” he replies breathlessly and he doesn’t even know what for.

but when he’s walking up to your apartment the next day, a shiny brand new car is sitting right in front of your building. it’s nothing like the other tiny dusty decade old cars around so he knows it’s probably from his bank account. especially if the number plates anything to go by.

KTSGRL

“fuck. i must really love you.” he mumbles to himself, massive palm rubbing his chin as a deep chuckle shakes from his throat.

Hawks: All I want is to make our world a place where heroes have too much time on their hands.

Y/n: Why don't you make a world where you get some bitches

Hawks:....Can we please have ONE meaningful conversation

Y/n: You're just mad you got no bitches. Not a singular bitch

Hawks: Arn't we dating?

Y/n: nah cuz that's different, you're my bitch.

hold me close

premise: bakugou x gn! reader

description: at seventeen years old, bakugou realizes he’s fallen—hard.

genre and warnings: a bit of angst (katsuki’s negative thoughts) but mainly fluff, hurt/comfort ig you could say?

author’s note: so i wrote 99% of this like last week and somehow never finished writing the last sentence or editing it 💀 i had something pretty different in mind tho and it ended up going in a different direction but i’m happy with how it came out. so there’s definitely going to be a part two!! but yea. i’ve never been in love but i feel like the stage in someone’s relationship where they finally say the first “i love you” is really special and has a lot of meaning, it changes things (in a good way). so i thought i’d write about it!! ALSO i would like to tell you all that @quirkfailure‘s big beautiful brain and what she said about falling asleep next to katsuki inspired the last part; it’s my favorite part so tysm jaegh >:] without further ado pls read and enjoy!!

“open your front door, idiot.”

“wha—”

“just do it.”

you checked the time: 4:15 am. nice.

still groggy from sleep, you slowly clambered out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, wondering why the hell your boyfriend called to ask you to open the door in the wee hours of the morning. in hindsight, it should have been more alarming, but you weren’t really thinking that clearly after just being woken up.

turning the lock as softly as you could, you cracked open the door and peered through. there stood katsuki, impatiently tapping his foot as if he didn’t just show up in front of your door at 4:15 in the freaking morning. now that he was standing right there in front of you, the reality of the situation dawned on you. on top of that, your parents would definitely freak out if they knew your boyfriend was outside of your house. or that you even had a boyfriend, for that matter.

“what the fuck?” you whisper-shouted. he only scowled.

“ya gonna let me in or what?” he didn’t really need to ask, though, since he was already pushing past you and entering the house. as you locked the door you were about to retort back with something when you suddenly heard the door to your parents’ bedroom creak open. you both froze.

“hey—oof!” grabbing him by the shoulders, you practically threw katsuki into the living room where he wouldn’t be seen from the stairs. and just in time, too, since you saw your mom’s figure emerge from her bedroom. by quickly giving the excuse that you just wanted some water, you succeeded in avoiding any suspicion from your parents. as soon as she disappeared back into the room, you turned to katsuki to interrogate him once more. now that he was inside, despite the dark, you could make out that his hair was more disheveled than usual, and he was wearing one of his skull shirts with some flannel pajamas pants. you’d never actually seen him in his pajamas, but that wasn’t the most jarring feature of his appearance. what you were surprised by was his red, blotchy face that couldn’t have been from the cold outside since it was a pretty warm night. you got closer to observe his bloodshot and puffy eyes, which only confirmed that thought. he’d been crying.

“katsuki,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to his face, “are you okay?”

for a moment he didn’t say anything, only staring hard back into your eyes. he squinted a little, and his eyebrows seemed to furrow a bit, possibly in frustration. he scoffed and looked away, grumbling out a quiet, “‘course i am, why wouldn’t i be?” but the way his voice came out a little shaky, and cracked slightly towards the end told you so otherwise.

“bullshit,” you whispered back almost immediately. but you didn’t pry, and instead took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. as you busied yourself with filling a glass of water, katsuki looked around in curiosity. he’d never been to your house before. “drink,” you said softly as you handed the water and took his hand, leading him quietly up the steps back to your room. once you got inside, you closed and locked the door as you moved to open the windows. the night was warm and sweet, so it’d be a waste to not indulge in it at least a little.

katsuki, on the other hand, stood in the corner, observing your childhood room. the pictures that lined the walls and the shelves of you at various ages with different relatives fascinated him; you had a whole life before you met him. baby pictures and stuffed animals from your younger years, band posters and polaroids of friends from your teenage years. family vacations, school pictures, kindergarten graduation. childhood crafts, awards and trophies, trinkets from friends. your whole life was encapsulated in that room, so it felt like he was somehow intruding. he shouldn’t be here, he thought. you had a whole life outside of him, outside of his mean words and cruel personality, so why did you make time for him? why him? he was a fucking jerk, right? he could feel his stomach churn; coming here was a mistake. the weight of the words that he brought with him dawned on him: he loved you. so, so much. there was no way that you could love him back, though—right? and there was no way he could give you what you deserved, give you a life you’d be happy living. not someone like him. so he succumbed to the voice in his head, and let it convince him, even if his heart pounded against his rib cage in a beat only for you, that he, katsuki bakugou, would never fit into your perfect life in the way he so desperately wanted to.

“hey,” you called, pulling him out of his thoughts as he saw you patting the space on the bed next to you. he couldn’t leave now, so he downed the glass of water in hopes that it would soothe the churning of his stomach (it didn’t) before hesitantly taking a seat on the edge of your bed. you reached a hand out to graze his, waiting for him to take it. his fingers twitched out of reflex, but he ultimately never did, only pulling his hand away and into his lap. he could feel your eyes burning into the side of his face, but he wouldn’t dare to look up at you. it hurt too much to even be in your presence at this point, yet at the same time he couldn’t find it in him to leave your side.

“why are you here?” your voice cut through the silence. katsuki knew you were only asking out of worry why he wasn’t at home and in bed at four in the morning but the question still hit a nerve. why was he here? why was he here with you? was it because he couldn’t sleep that whole night, thoughts of you and only you filling his head? was it because as the night went on, and he stared at the album full of your pictures on his phone that he realized the feeling that gripped him wasn’t just liking you anymore but overwhelming love? or was it because at that revelation his body began to shake and tears flooded his vision at how fucking scary it was to have fallen so, so hard? he didn’t know. but he did know that on that warm summer night the only warmth he’d ever want was yours, the only feeling he’d ever crave was you. so it was only natural that he ended up on your doorstep, saying every prayer he knew in hopes that you’d pick up your damn phone and let him in. let him into your house, into your life, into your heart, and hold him close.

realizing you were still waiting for an answer, he closed his eyes and took a shaky inhale to muster up as much strength as he could before he exhaled and opened his eyes, turning his head to look right at you. god, you were breathtaking, he thought. and take his breath away, you did. even though your face was still puffy from sleep, and your wrinkled pajamas clung to your body in the most unflattering ways, he couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. the way your eyes were filled with worry for him made his heart clench in both guilt and secret happiness that he was in your mind and in your thoughts. as he looked at you, the three simple words he’d wanted to say since he got there were so close to escaping his lips he thought he’d explode if he didn’t say them. he was scared, so scared, and you made him feel so weak that it hurt, but you were all he could see in that moment. and the sight of you made that voice in his head fall to its knees. so even though it screamed that this was a mistake, and that you deserved so much better, he let his tunnel vision take over and took that leap of faith his heart had wanted him to, hoping that you’d catch him and find a place for him in your heart despite it all.

“i love you,” katsuki said softly. “i want to be yours, if you’ll have me, and—i want you to be mine.” and there it was, all laid on in front of you. in a way it felt like he had ripped his heart right out of its chest and entrusted you with it, but it surprised him that in the actual moment it wasn’t painful at all. it felt natural, as if this moment was always meant to happen. he just hoped you felt the same.

the way your eyes widened in shock made his heart drop, though. he knew the severity of his words, and that returning them meant taking this relationship further, so of course you didn’t feel the same way, why would you? this was all a mistake, one big fucking mista—

“i love you too.”

now it was his turn to be surprised. “you do?”

you smiled, and he could’ve sworn you were like the sun. an overwhelming warmth came over him as you continued, “of course i love you, katsuki, did you think i didn’t? and i’ve always been yours, y’know, so of course you’re mine, too.” the way you said it made it seem so obvious, as if it was that simple. and maybe it was, because the way you looked at him made him feel like loving him was the easiest thing you could do.

he felt your arms wrap around him, pulling him towards you to hold him close. his arms did the same as you told him, “don’t doubt my love for you for a second.” and for a while you both sat there, only feeling the warmth of the other even as the sweet spring breeze flowed into your room. you continued to hold him in silence even as you felt hot tears stain your shoulder at your words, and his body began to shake once more. you held him even as the sun began to peek out from behind the horizon, signaling the start of something new. only when a yawn escaped your lips did you pull away to snuggle under the covers of your bed. katsuki sat there for a moment, but when you opened the blanket, looking at him expectantly, he clambered his way inside as well (you didn’t miss the flush on his face as he did). you both laid on your sides and stared at eachother, faces just a few inches away from each other and hands interlocked, until he leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead. “sleep,” he whispered, so you let yourself close your eyes. as you drifted off, you could feel his hand come up to your face, stroking your cheek as his lips softly peppered kisses to your sleepy face. he couldn’t help himself as he placed on on your temple, another two on each eyelid, and one even on your nose. you fell asleep calm, content, and so in love.

but katsuki, despite the slow rising of the sun, could only feel the hammering of his heart as he laid beside you. too much had just happened for him to sleep, but for once he didn’t mind since he got to watch you (he vaguely noted how creepy this technically was but he didn’t really care). you looked so calm and peaceful and oh so cozy, snuggled up in the plush blankets; it made his heart hurt. all he could think about in that moment was how he wanted to keep you all for himself, and protect you from anything else in the world, because he loved you.

as he continued to caress your face, he took another survey of your room. something suddenly caught his eye, something he hadn’t seen before. on your nightstand was a vase of dried flowers; he didn’t know how he didn’t notice it earlier, but now that he did he couldn’t unsee it. it was the same bouquet he gave you on your very first date from a few months ago—three months and three days ago to be exact. it sat right next to your bed, the same bed you woke up in every morning and went to sleep every night in. you kept them, and he realized that the closer he looked, in all of those pictures, all of those knick knacks and trinkets you kept around, he could be found somewhere in them all. you had interspersed him into the collage of your life: among your childhood stuffed animals were the plushies he won for you at the arcade; the array of pictures of your friends included him and his friends, too; sitting on top of the stack of fresh laundry in the corner was his sweatshirt you had taken from him the day prior. even in that moment, he was laying beside your seventeen-year-old self in the same bed your seven-year-old self slept in (no wonder he barely fit). it made that warm feeling come back again as he realized that you had already fit him into your perfect life without him even needing to ask. with that thought in mind, and the sun starting peek out from behind your neighbor’s house, he finally let himself close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber in your arms.

thanks for reading!! reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

i hate how writers describe your own body in x reader stories. it’s sad how chubby people have to explicitly ask for the reader to be chubby. like i try not to make my writing seem exclusive yk?? i want EVERYONE to be able to feel included. i, myself, am a chubby person and it fucking sucks seeing all these writers describing how skinny and slim the reader is:/

Bakugo: Which of you motherfuckers ate my leftover katsudon?! I swear to fucking All Might, when I find out which one of you low-life asses ate MY dinner, I'm going to-

Y/N: I'm sorry, Katsuki, it was me.

Bakugo: -kiss you and make you some more, you haven't been eating enough. Want me to make it extra spicy, eh babe?

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗠𝗘: Bnha

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Bakugou x m!reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Language/cussing, fluff, crack and maybe just little bit of angst(?)

𝗔/𝗡: I might make this a series with other anime characters so if you got any request please message me! :)

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cinema

Glowing in the dark

WARNINGS - Angst (kind of?) a bit of fluff and comfort, mentions of death and alcohol. Lmk if I missed a few things!

Pairing: Pro-Hero!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

This is actually inspired by a song from Girl and the Dreamcatcher “glowing in the dark” you guys should listen to it first to get the full experience/emotion while reading this.

You stood in front of his grave, visiting for the 4th time this month.

Your beloved fiance, Bakugou who served so many people during his rise as the number 2 hero. He risked his life to save others’ and you knew the risks, you knew the consequences.

You knew that something like this would happen

“I miss you, so much” You whisper, tears fighting the urge to spill out from your dreary eyes. The rose you held slowly being crushed by the pressure you put on it, dropping it onto his grave, you wish he was here.

And he was, he was behind you-

“I love you, Katsuki” Tears finally slipping from your eyes as you hug yourself in the gloomy weather.

You have no idea how much it hurt him to see you like this.

You walk towards the car that was waiting to pick you up from the cemetery, hopping in you looked out your window only to find out that your leave was right on time as it started to rain hard.

You sat back, closing your eyes until you felt a pair of hands caressing your face.

You were shocked and you opened your eyes to see nothing, but it felt so familiar. You felt it again, this time it was a comforting weight on your thigh-

You didn’t know if you were going crazy but you swear you felt two light touches on your body and you could’ve sworn that the touches felt like your fiance’s rough and calloused hands.

————

You finally arrive at your shared home with Katsuki, sitting down in front of the fireplace trying to rationalize what you just felt earlier in the car.

She can feel me

Katsuki thought to himself, but alas, he was nothing but an entity now. You couldn’t see him nor hear him, but you could feel him. And somehow that felt comforting.

Ding

Your phone rings, a notification of a message from Mina

Hey! I know you still feel… well- you’re still grieving about his death, and well uhm, me and the girls wanted to ask if you wanted to join us at the club to take your mind off of things?

Let us know right away, kay?

You left them on read and thought about the offer. She did have a point, you’ve been sulking for nearly 5 months already, not going out of the house, the only time you ever go out is to visit his grave.

And so, without a second thought you stood up from in-front of the fireplace and got dressed up.

A short plain black dress that fully accentuated your curves, The dress you wore on the night he asked you to be there by his side as his wife to be.

He was right there, in the corridor looking at how you checked yourself one last time in the mirror mindlessly going through his shadow-y figure.

Still as gorgeous as the last time he saw you.

————

Walking into the club you spotted Mina with Uraraka, Momo and Asui.

You had a few shots with them and they dragged you into the dance floor, letting loose and finally getting your mind off of Katsuki.

As you were dancing to the beat of the music, you couldn’t help but open your eyes only to see Him.

What was he doing here-

A person walked past and he disappeared.

What the fuck. You swear you saw him- and he knew you saw him too by the way you reacted.

All throughout the night you felt uneasy, trying to go back to your table, you sat down and saw his face in the crowd clearly.

As if he were still alive.

His skin wasn’t pale, it looked like he was still breathing, he didn’t look dead

You walked up to him, seeing if what you were witnessing is true and then you touched him.

“Katsuki-“ you say as you bump your forehead with his

“Baby, I fucking missed you” he said, lifting your face to see you in all your glowing glory.

“I missed you too suki, please come back” you slowly sway with him to the beat of the music.

“I’m right here baby, i’m right here” he embraced your waist as the both of you started to move with the crowd.

“I love you Katsuki, I wish you didn’t leave so soon” you sob, placing your face in the crook of his neck, you feel hot tears burning from your eyes. You’re just glad that you were able to feel him again.

“I know baby, I love you too, fuck- I missed you” he said, pulling you in closer.

“Y/n?” You were called by Mina.

“Y/n, what are you doing- why are you hugging air?”

You look at her with confusion, and then you looked back to see that Katsuki wasn’t there anymore.

“I- I thought he was-“ you say, feeling overwhelmed and weak.

“Y/n, Hun, come here” Mina opened up her arms, calling you in with a warm embrace.

“We all miss him, even the boys miss him. We all loved him and we know how much you’re hurting”

“I just- I saw him, Mina. He was here with me”

————

He was with you, he’s in the crowd watching you hug your best friend from afar.

All he could visualize is a spotlight that was glowing down on you, giving you that heavenly aura he craved.

“Till we meet again, Princess”

“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.

LMFAOOOOO I LOVE THESE TWO AND I CANT HELP BUT THINK OF HUSBAND BKG AND Y/N BEING LIKE THIS T^T