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Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Words: 1995

Warnings/Notes: Swearing, let me know if y'all want a part 3

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Alright so I grew up on quads and in sand rales, if you don’t know what those are look ‘em up they’re freaking awesome. Anyways dirtbike dudes are usually hot as hell, so of course my brain decided to mix two of my obsessions and so I give you, Katsuki Bakugo riding (not like that you freaks) a dirtbike. I may make more for others. Also for the sake of this pretend they’re allowed to drive and stuff.

The next morning you awoke alone in bed, last night's dream coming rushing back to you. He slept with you. You asked him to stay and he did. But… how did you get into bed, you fell asleep on the couch? Did he carry you? Or did you simply not remember getting up? You quickly shove the thought out of your head and walk into the kitchen. On the table sat two plates, both with waffles and syrup already prepared. Behind one of the plates sat a tired Bakugo, waiting for you to sit down before he started eating. The second you laid eyes on him last night’s dream came rushing back into your head. God, he looks handsome even just sitting there. You smile and take a seat in the chair next to his, smiling over at him before digging into your waffles.

“Thanks for making breakfast by the way. I meant to get up and do it but I slept really well last night and didn’t want to get up,” You smile up at him, laughing at yourself for telling him you slept well, “Did you sleep okay? Some of the beds have better mattresses than others.”

She really doesn’t remember that we slept together. Did she think I was someone else? Or was she just saying my name because we were hanging out earlier that day? 

“Yeah, my mattress was fine,” He trailed off for a moment as if lost in thought, “thanks.”

“Of course, just making sure you’re comfortable,” You reply before shoving more waffles into your mouth. Bakugo lets out a small laugh, short and quiet, but you hear it. You look up at him, a weird smile on your face and question in your eyes.

“What?” he questions.

“You laughed, does that mean you’re in a good mood,” You say with a slight chuckle.

“It just means no one has pissed me off that much yet,” Bakugo responds, glancing up at you and then looking back down to his plate.

“Are you insinuating that I’m going to piss you off?” you lean back, pretending to be offended. All you get is a grunt in response. 

You go the rest of breakfast without saying much, though it wasn't an awkward silence, it was just comfortable. Neither of you was on your phones or sitting awkwardly, you both just ate. Stealing occasional glances at each other and almost eating in sync. Bakugo seemed calmer to you for some reason. He must just always be more relaxed in the mornings. 

Eventually, you finish breakfast and get ready. You opt for a tank top instead of a shirt, today is supposed to be hotter than the last. Bakugo notices, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than normal, though you couldn’t talk your eyes were eating him up with your eyes the way he wears his gear. God, why am I crushing on him so much right now, it’s never been this bad in the past. 

You go about getting ready like yesterday, pulling open the garage, and starting your bike. You sit on your bike, waiting for Bakugo to come out of the house. When he walks out he's eating a granola bar, again running his hand through his hair. Why is he always doing that and why does he look so good doing it? Your eyes linger on him a little too long and he looks up to make eye contact with you, unexpectedly keeping it. He walks around to the side of your bike, leaning one of his hands on your handlebar.

“What’re you staring at?” Bakugo cocks his head to the side, taking a bite of his granola bar. A blush slowly creeps onto your face, the confrontation taking you by surprise.

“Oh, nothing, sorry,” you turn your face away, hoping to hide your blushing face.

“Don’t apologize,” He smirks and walks over to his bike, still sitting in the garage from the previous day. He pushes it out and turns it around before starting it up. God, it’s still hot the way he starts it up. The way you can see the muscles on his arms flex and the way he does it so easily. Damn. He follows you again, and you spend the day the same as the previous. Riding until lunch, and once again, he manages to pay. Something about this time was off though. He was being, calmer. He was pumped up from the riding, but he was handling it differently. Looking at you more, riding alongside you rather than in front of or behind you, just overall being nicer, in a way. Eventually, it was getting late again and you both decided to head in. Bakugo followed you down the side of the road once more. You both stop on the pavement outside the barn door, but this time Bakugo goes with you to open it. He helps you lift and push it up. The hell? Why is he acting like nothing just happened? You head inside and grab the ramp for your truck, and once again he helps you carry it. What is going on with him? Don’t get me wrong I like it but, it’s so unnatural for him. 

“Do you need help getting your bike up?” You ask as you pull down the tailgate on your truck.

“Nah I got it, just go ahead and go shower, I’ll take one after you,” he nods in the direction of the house and then proceeds to push your quad back into the barn for you.

“Right, thank you, let me know if you need help,” you smile before heading inside and going straight to the bathroom.

Shit… her smile is so damn pretty…

When you walk out of the bathroom, your wet hair hangs around your face, and you see Bakugo sitting at the table. 

“Hey, the shower’s open if you wanna take one now,” you say, nodding your head in the direction of the shower.

“Yeah, thanks,” he gets up and walks past you, brushing into you on the way.

“Sorry,” he says so softly you barely hear it, not in a dismissive arrogant way, but in a genuine, caring way. Why did that feel so, comforting? It’s like it shot through my body, making me all warm. While Bakugo takes a shower you pack up the remainder of your clothes. You set your duffle by the door and sit and read at the table to wait. When he gets out he steps into the kitchen for a moment.

“‘M gonna pack up my stuff real quick,” he barely even looks up at you, just looking down at the clothes he’s holding in his hands, his shaggy wet hair still hanging in front of his eyes. Like he’s suddenly shy and doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

After a couple of minutes of waiting for him, he calls you back to his room.

“Two seconds,” you say, putting the bookmark in your book and getting up from the table. When you enter his room you see him sitting on the corner of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. His duffle bag sat at his side, the bed re-made and ready for the next person. He looked up at you from his hands, his damp hair still hanging slit=ghtly in his face, dripping little droplets onto his bare chest and grey sweatpants. He wore a pair of sneakers, scuffed from the many times of wearing them. 

“I wanted to ask you something,” he starts, “if you say no it’s alright.”

“What is it?” you take a couple of steps closer to him, so you're standing within arms reach.

“I want to ask you out, like on a date, and before you say anything let me tell you why. You know this isn’t my strong suit. I’m not very good with emotions, I’m hotheaded, I mean you know. But I have to try. There was something different about you when we first met. You were… less annoying than the others. Part of me wanted to be around you. I didn’t mind sitting near you at lunch. There were all these little things, still are these little things, that someday I promise I’ll tell you but for now, let me tell you this. I enjoy seeing you, being with you, and this weekend when you spent the whole time with just me it made me feel special, like I was important to you, it felt right.” He looked up at you with questioning eyes. The pink on his cheeks only grows more as the moment becomes more private. 

“Bakugo I think we can count this weekend if you think about it.” You stood there smiling, your hands fidgeting with one another. His eyes widened before he let the slightest bit of a smirk rest on his face. 

“Well then, would you go on another date with me?” he asks, his confidence growing.

“I really would love to,” you smile, walking towards him and placing your hands on his cheeks.

“You’re cute when you're sentimental,” you say, laughing a little.

“Alright shut up dumbass,” he stands up and your hands fall back down to your sides. 

“Let's go,” once again he says it softer than normal, then he slings his duffle over his shoulder, kisses your forehead, grabs your hand, and leads you to the kitchen, all while you stand there a blushing mess. You both silently walk to the front door, you grab your book off the table while he picks up your duffle bag.

“I can carry it myself you know,” you cross your arms and give him a look.

“I know,” is all he says before walking out the door, leaving you to lock up and follow after him.

On the ride home, he sits up for the first little while, but eventually, he decides to lie down and rest his head on your lap. You have an old truck, old enough that the seat is a bench. So he lays across the whole thing, his head on your thigh and you spend as much of the ride as you can with your free hand in his hair or resting on his shoulder.

When you make it to the storage locker where he stores his bike he tells you to wait in the truck and rest for a minute while he unloads it and puts it away. When he’s done he gets back in and tells you to swap places. He drives the 20 minutes back home, and by then it’s dark. You quickly fall asleep, your head on his lap this time. He plays with your hair a little and puts his jacket over you. When you arrive back at the dorms he carries you inside and brings you up to your room. When he sets you down you reach out for him and hold onto his hand.

“Is this going to be like last night where you ask me to stay and I have to leave at the earliest hours to make sure no one finds out?” he asks as he squats down so his face is level with yours. 

“That was real?” you mumble out.

“Yeah, that was real. I’ll be right back I gotta get our bags,” He pulls the blanket over you and kisses you on the forehead. Then he runs back out to your truck to get both your bags and makes sure to lock the truck afterward. He goes back up the elevator and drops off his bag in his room before bringing your own to you. When he gets there he finds you passed out, tired from the long weekend. 

“Sleep well, y/n, we’ll get plenty of chances to sleep together,” he smiles at you one last time before walking out and shutting your door. This girl is going to be the death of me.

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Chapter 3!!!

For those of y'all in my Google Classroom Till the End chapter 3 is up! For the rest of you, it will be up 12:00 am EST, 10/14. If you'd like to join my Google Classroom it's attached to my pinned post or there is a separate post somewhere.

Hey! I was the anon who requested #13. I figured you'd do darylxdaughter since that's also how I found you and I love how you write them! Thank you!

Ofc ofc ofc! I'll get right on it! Thanks for the clarification! <333 (also I'll reblog this when it's done or you can send me another ask and I'll attach it there. Sorry wasn't thinking ahead lol)

Till the End - Ch. 1 - Pt. 1

Chapter 1 Endings and Beginnings

photos from Pinterest, moodboard by me

Crimson sits coloring in her book in her living room. Her parents went out a while ago and haven’t come back. Although when she thinks about it they’ve gone out for a while before and come back every time. Plus, at the age of six, a kid isn’t thinking about how long their parents have been gone. Crimson finishes one page after another as she waits and waits for her parents to come back. Just like she does every time. She tried to go with them one time. She was curious and wanted to see what they did every time they left the house. She was never allowed to go outside anymore. She got to open the upstairs windows sometimes, and the fresh air was always nice but she wanted to go outside. She saw people walking all the time. Up and down the streets. Sometimes they would walk with each other. She didn’t understand why they never talked to each other or why they just bumped into each other until she went out.

Going outside was the most terrifying thing she's ever done. She watched as what she once thought were people attack her parents. She watched as they stabbed each and every one. Over and over again. Until she couldn’t watch anymore and she ran inside. She hasn’t looked out a window since. And now she's finished another coloring page since her parents have been gone. Eventually, she looks towards the window and it’s dark. Now she starts to worry, a weird feeling rising up in her stomach. She decides to go upstairs and put herself to bed, thinking her parents would be proud to come home to her already in bed. She changes into her pjs and even reads her book to herself, or at least she tries. She puts her book on her bedside table and grabs her favorite stuffed animal cow. She named him Moo Moo when she first got him. It’s been her favorite ever since. She gets under the blankets and pulls them up to her neck. She grabs Moo Moo and pulls him under with her. She pulls him in close, snuggling with him, her little body curled into a little ball. “Goodnight, Moo Moo.” She quietly says to the stuffed cow, as if it would speak back. Crimson’s eyes quickly grow tired, and she quickly falls asleep.

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Part 2

Part 3

This is kinda the sucky intro chapter but I hope y'all enjoyed anyway. make sure to go look at pt. 2

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#13 from the prompt list please!

Hey Anon! So I was going to start working on this, but then I realized that I didn't know how you wanted it done!

If you're new here, I usually write Daryl x Daughter!Reader. However, I didn't know if you wanted that or just Daryl x Reader. I promise I'll get started just as soon as you get back to me. Or the second option is since a lot of my followers are here for Daryl x Daughter!Reader, but some may want it the other way, I write the same start and when it gets to the ending just switch it up to fit both and write "2" different fics.

Let me know what you want tho and I'll get right on it.

y/n, after seeing daryl all dressed up: someone cleans up nice. what's the occasion?

daryl: *snickers* uh, we have a date?

y/n: “we”?

daryl:

daryl: i forgot to ask ya, didn't i?

Meet Crimson Rue Mills

Photos are from Pinterest, mood board created by me.

This is Crimson, also known as Crim. She was only 5 when the world ended. Yet in a way, it was when hers began.

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Sorry for the Break

Hi, I'm so sorry for disappearing for a while with no context.

We found out around Christmas time that my mom had cancer and it took a lot out of me and my family. I'm just now getting back into a schedule and back to things I enjoy doing. I'm probably going to still be on and off for a bit but I'm gonna be here as much as I can.

I would also like to mention that I was trying to get the Rp group Hunks of Junk back up and running with the rest of the council right as we found out so I posted some things and then disappeared lol. Those posts still stand and if you would like to join you are welcome to, just head to that page and see what you need to do.

Thanks for the patience <3

Till the End - Ch. 3 - Pt. 2

Chapter 3

Shes Only Six

(notes - episode re-write y'all better love this. jk have ur own opinions lol but I hope you enjoy.)

photos from pinterest, moodboard by me

Crimson watches as the people around her pull out guns. She sees Hershel and the other young girl heading back for the door. She freezes. Unsure of what to do. The panic hit. The dead people are coming towards her, everyone is running around, and the world is just being too loud. She can hear Rick yelling at everyone, and at Lori, to get out of there. To get away from the walkers, but her feet are just stuck.

“Crim!” she suddenly hears a voice call her name. She snaps out of whatever trance she was in.

“Crim go with the others!” She turns her head for a moment to see Daryl yelling at her to follow Lori and the others. She suddenly takes off. She follows where Hershel and the younger girl go. She runs between the walkers, their limbs coming after her and their moans filling her ears. She catches up with them quickly, as the man is on crutches.

“Come on!” The younger girl yells at her and she runs up and grabs her hand. From there she helps Crimson up the stairs and into the gate. Herschel follows shortly after, taking out a walker with his crutch before making it safely into the gated area. She watches with them as Lori, another woman, and the young boy make it into a safe area.

When the walkers are gone Crimson waits with Hershel and who she learns is Beth for a while. Hershel tells Crim that Rick, Daryl, and who she learns is Glenn will make sure it’s safe.

Suddenly they all come running out, including two men she hasn't seen before. Hershel starts talking to them but Crim doesn’t listen as she bolts down the steps. At least as fast as she can for her size. She runs up to Daryl and clings to his leg like it will save her life.

“Wha the-” Daryl looks down at her with a bit of surprise on her face. He’s about to shove her off but then he hears a sniffle, and then another. Then suddenly he can feel her body shaking.

“Listen kid, ‘s gonna be alrigh’’” He puts his crossbow over his shoulder and leans down, picking her up. “Yer ok, ‘s gonna be ok.”

Crimson stops crying but shes still shaken up. Suddenly Rick stops talking, who she didn't really realize was talking in the first place. Everyone turns to look at the woman and the boy exiting one of the gates, with a baby. Daryl turns to face the direction of them, Crimson staying tucked in the crook of his neck. She watches as everyone starts crying, as their worlds seem to fall apart. Daryl feels her cuddle in even closer and he holds her head in his hand.

“‘Ts gon be alrigh’ Crim, ‘ts gon be alrigh’.”

Everyone stands around for a long while, letting everyone process the recent birth and death. After a little while Daryl sets Crim down and kneels in front of Rick. Crim watches as he waves his hand in front of Rick. Trying to get his attention. After it doesn’t work he gives up and tunes into everyon’s conversation about the baby.

“What’re we gonna feed it? We got anything a baby can eat?” Daryl gets up and walks toward Hershel. He looks over the baby for a minute before talking again.

“The good news is she looks healthy. But she needs formula. Hershel looks over to Daryl. By now Daryl is standing next to Crim again, and she's back to hugging his leg. Daryl rests a hand on the back of her head, still paying attention to Hershel.

“And soon or she won’t survive.” Hershel continues.

“Nope. No way. Not her. We ain’t losing nobody else. I’m goin' for a run.” Daryl says as he pulls his bow over his shoulder. Crimson clings harder to his pants, not wanting him to leave her again.

“Crim, I'll be back. You’ll be alrigh.” Daryl comforts the child.

“I’ll back you up.” Maggie says, followed by Glenn agreeing.

Daryl nods in their direction.

“Okay, I think we’re going. Beth.” He pulls her slightly away from the group.

“Kid just lost his mom, his dad ain’t doin' so hot.” Daryl lowers his voice as he says it.

“I’ll look out for him.” She agrees.

“Yea, and one more favor, introduce yourself to Crim and look out for her while I’m gone, she ain’t too comfortable here yet.” Daryl adds. Beth just smiles and nods in agreement.

As Daryl continues giving orders, Crim just stands and waits. The people still put her on edge, but she’s getting more used to them, although that outbreak was a huge scare for her. Suddenly Rick is up and running into the building, and everyone else is going everywhere. She doesn’t know exactly what to do or where to go. Daryl runs off with Glenn and Maggie, and Hershel, Beth, and the kid are all huddled around the baby. And just like that, she’s alone. She watches Daryl and Maggie take off on the bike, leaving Glenn behind.

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Till the End - Ch. 1 - Pt. 2

Chapter 1

Endings and Beginnings

photos from Pinterest, moodboard by me

“I gotta go on another run soon, we’re gonna run low on supplies.” Daryl looks up at Rick from his gun. He woke up early this morning to clean it before going out. “Alright, you want me to go with you?” Rick looks at him over his water bottle. “Nah, I’ll only be out a bit.” Daryl finishes cleaning his gun at that moment, clicking everything back into place. Rick only nods at Daryl before walking back towards his cell, most likely to get Judith. Daryl nods back and walks in the opposite direction towards the door to the outside. Daryl has a funny feeling in him today, like he’s going to find something that he shouldn’t. Or at least that he wouldn't normally find. He shakes the feeling out of him as he grabs his jacket off of where it's hanging on his bike’s handle. He checks his bags and sees that he has a little food and two water bottles. That should last him long enough to go to the closest town. He slides onto the seat and turns on the bike. Glenn meets him at the gate to slide it open and they exchange a nod as Daryl takes off towards the road. He enjoys the calming ride through the forest and down the open road. When he reaches the neighborhood he easily rides past the walkers and parks in front of a house with a closed door. Its front gate is closed and the front door is shut as well. Which means either people are hiding out in there or someone died inside. He holds his crossbow in one hand and opens the gate with another. There are no walkers in the yard and it doesn’t look like any have even tried to get in. The yard looks fine other than some overgrown grass and weeds. No sign of struggle anywhere. He reaches the front door and knocks a couple of times, if someone is still living here he’ll just leave and go to another house. No one answers and no walkers can be seen or heard from where he's at. “Alright.” he mutters to himself, fine with the idea that this house might be full of stuff he can use and that he may only have to go to one or two others before heading back. He slowly opens the door and peeks inside. When no one and nothing comes at him he goes all the way in. Daryl holds his bow up, ready to shoot. He walks through the living room, a coloring book with crayons lying out on the table. An empty cup sits next to it, and that's when he realizes. There's condensation on the cup. No dust on the table, or at least not as much not as much as there should be. Daryl walks up and touches the coloring on the book. The crayon rubs off on his finger. “Someone was here? With a kid?” He mutters to himself again. He turns around and still holding up his bow, walks into the kitchen. He scans the room before opening the door to the small pantry. Then he realizes it’s fully stocked. He looks in the cupboards and sees that they're fully stocked as well.

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