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the ritual of leaving - k. bakugou

—/—

Katsuki walks through the door, and you can see it in his eyes. He doesn’t have to say the words, but he does anyway. He approaches soft, feather-light on feet that usually stomp, hands coming around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I’ve gotta - they’re sendin’ me out.”

“For how long?”

He can’t meet your eyes. Your stomach drops through the floor.

“Couple’a weeks. Two, three, maybe?”

You know him like the back of your hand. Like an ascetic knows a life of devotion. So you close your eyes then. Start praying the moment you crush him to your chest.

Because his mouth says a couple of weeks, but his eyes say much longer. That he’s doubtful of the commission’s estimation and can’t bear lying to you.

“It’ll be okay.” You breathe into his neck, voice catching as his hands smooth over your back. “Couple of weeks is nothing - I won’t even have time to miss you.”

“Don’t go replacin’ me, alright? I’ll fuckin’ slaughter ya.”

You nod, gently touch your forehead to his when you pull away. You want to hold him close, but know you need to let him go. There is still dinner left to be plated, and you don’t want to cry yet.

You set out for the plates, and he grabs the cups, and when you back up, you run right into his chest. The kitchen is small. It’s small because you both prefer it that way, regardless of his salary. You think there’s something comforting about running into him every other second, about being so intertwined in a space by nothing but your own combined will. You wonder why that will only ever seems to be enough in this room, why it becomes frail and diminutive the moment he steps out your front door.

“Careful.” He says, stabilizing you with a hand on your lower back. “See what happens to ya if you drop my plates.”

You just laugh. Look down at the plates in your hand, the ones you brought from your old apartment. He’s right, you suppose, they are his now - just like every other little piece of yourself. There is no place where he ends and you begin, it’s all the same.

Dinner is a quiet affair, it always is when he’s leaving. Katsuki tries his best, tries telling you about all the new gear he has. About how there’s not a person alive that he’d consent to loosing to. They’re just words, though, just hypotheticals and they don’t make you feel better as much as just the sound of his voice does.

You think he knows that too. Because when he leaves, he surrenders to small talk in a way he’d usually rather be caught dead doing. You wonder how he knows. You’d never told him.

He gathers the plates in a pile after you’ve finished, hands them to where you’re waiting by the sink. You start the water, begin scrubbing, and he’s circled around to the other side of you with a towel in hand.

It’s mindless, really. The routine of it all. You try not to think about the last time Katsuki left, about when you really had dropped one of his plates. It’s not your fault, you reason, he’s the one who insists on doing the dishes together - so, he’s the one responsible for when you hand off a plate to empty air.

He flicks water at you. Stares at the floor with a flat expression when you look at him.

“You’re the only other person in this house,” You can’t help but smile. A smile the widens when you catch him trying to tamp down his own. “I know it was you. You always do this!”

“Do what?”

“You know what.”

You jostle your shoulder into his. Hard enough that the towel Katsuki had been using to dry slips between his fingers. But, you’re used to this routine to, and you catch it before it can touch the ground.

“You make my life a living hell.” You smile, draping the damp towel over his face in revenge.

He lets you. You know he lets you because you’ve seen his reflexes. Katsuki is quick, quicker than you, and if he really wanted to stop you, he would. But he just lifts the edge of the towel, eyes closed, smiling like he’s won something.

“You’re irritating.” You laugh, can’t help yourself. You yank the towel off his head, press it into his hand. “Finish your dishes.”

“You started it.” He shrugs, head tilted down while he gets to work. You know what’s coming next. “Bitch.”

You smack him, square on the chest, and the laughter that peels out of him is almost enough. It almost makes everything worth it when he presses wet fingers into your sides, and suddenly there is no place where his laughter ends and yours begins, and it’s all the same.

“If you don’t get your hands off of me,” You squeal, pressing at his chest. “I will bite them off.”

“Ya sound like me,” He says, equally breathless. “Think you’re tough now or somethin’?”

“I have to be. I live with - you!”

Katsuki throws you over his shoulder, evidently through with the dishes and with your kitchen. You know this part of your routine too, know down to the second just went he puts his hand on the back of your head. He rounds the cabinets with you in his arms, and though you’ve never once hit your head on them, he’s still got a hand there. Just in case.

You think it’d break his heart is he knew just how many times you’d accidentally clipped those cabinets while he was gone.

Katsuki dumps you on the bathroom counter. Tells you to sit and stay while he grabs towels. You consider getting up, but then he’s already back, and the thought disappears like it was never there.

“So, hypothetically, if-“

“No.”

“You didn’t even hear what I was gonna-“

“Don’t need to.” He cuts you off again, turning the shower on. His side on cool, and yours on hot. “The answer is no.”

“What, you think I can’t handle myself?”

“No, I know, you can’t handle yourself.” He turns toward you, begins shucking off his clothes at the same time you do. “I can barely fuckin’ handle you, and I’m me.”

“Which is why those villains would never see me coming.”

Katsuki just looks at you, fondness tilting his smile sideways. He knows this isn’t a real suggestion, just like you know you’d never follow him even if you could. His world is so far removed from anything you know, you’d only ever get hurt. But you ask, every single time he leaves, and he entertains it.

“If I let you out there, we’d have to let every villain go.” He grabs your hand, pulls you into the shower after him. “A single minute with you is like a fuckin’ life-sentence.”

“Hey!”

“Kiddin’ - chill out.” He turns around, but not before you can see the smile on his face.

You soap your hands up, tilting his head back until you can reach his hair. Eventually, the stretch is too much, and you’re shoving him down onto the bench you both had gotten installed just for this very occasion. His arms wind around your stomach, pressing his face to your skin.

He’s quiet while you wash his hair. Quiet while you run conditioner through it. Quiet while you run a sudsed-up rag over his body. Eyes fluttering, like he can barely keep them open.

“Don’t fall asleep.” You admonish, indulgent and soft. “I’m not strong enough to lift you out of here.”

“Figures. I get fuck all nothin’, huh?”

He says that, but he looks up at you and Katsuki’s eyes give him away. There’s nothing but contentment there.

“Yep, absolutely nothing. It’s what you deserve for being a mean, mean man. Now let me go, I’ve gotta wash up.”

“Nah, ‘m fuckin’ settled here. Here’s good.”

He’s got both arms wrapped around you, warm cheek pressed against your lower rib.

“When I rinse my shampoo out you’re going to get it in your eyes.”

“So? Small fuckin’ price to pay, don’t be an idiot.”

You look down at him, and Katsuki looks just as he always does when he’s being intentionally difficult. Unbelievably happy.

“Fine. See what your boss thinks when you go out on your mission blind.”

“I’m my fuckin’ boss.”

“Sure you are, honey.”

Katsuki just grumbles a little at that, wipes his nose on your sternum. Because he’s a child and he knows it’ll make you squeal just the way he likes.

True to his words, he really does stay exactly where he is. Even as you wash your body, even as your washing your face. He only gets up to turn the water off, to grab your towels.

Katsuki wraps you up, scoffing when you can’t help the hearts that flood your eyes.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. You’re gross.”

It’s like the words fly right over your head. Like you don’t hear them at all as you follow him back to your room.

Katsuki lays out sweats for himself, and a large t-shirt for you. You brush his hair out for him as he sits on the bed, and when you’re done you both pull back the comforter together.

He settles, pulls you close until your foreheads are touching.

“I know we try not to talk about it,” You start, and you can feel the way his eyebrows scrunch. “But I have to know. This isn’t - it’s not going to be that dangerous, right?”

You know how much he hates lying to you. It’s your very favorite thing about him in any other circumstance, but in this one, you wish he didn’t loathe it quite so much. Because the look on his face, the tone of his voice, breaks you.

“I’m sorry,” He starts, grabs your hand from under the blanket. “I’ll be fuckin’ careful. I promise. I’ll make it out.”

The words are quiet, whispered like a secret. Sometimes you miss the confidence of his younger days, when he was cockier, more self-assured. He’s not now - now he’s an adult and he’s watched people die, and being a hero is not what he always thought it’d be.

“You better.”

He just blinks at you, nods, and you pretend you don’t see his wobbling waterline. There is no sorrow there, and there is no crease in his eyebrow, and there is no giant, dangerous, looming thing threatening to steal him away from you.

For now, until the sun rises and calls him out, he is yours. So you tuck him into your shoulder, run your fingers through his hair. Tell him you love him. He’ll tell you to wait, to not say it because he should have to come home to deserve it, but you don’t agree. He’s home now, and for however long you have him, and even after, you will love him.

He falls asleep, perpetually unable to keep his eyes open past midnight. It’s something you love about him. Another one of those little things you’ll think about when he’s gone.

When he’s tucked away somewhere you can’t follow, you’ll close your eyes and imagine he’s closing his at the same moment - wonder if doing the same thing, together, even though you’re apart, will somehow create a tether that yanks him back home.

But, for now, he is home. So you look, and you look, and you look. He’s already got a face-full of little nicks, little scars and scrapes and wrinkles, and you try to map them out. Try to memorize the way he looks now, because you know that when he comes back, he will look different. He always does. Always comes back with countless new scars to join countless new wrinkles.

He shifts next to you in his sleep. Tucks his cheek to his shoulder until his hair is brushing your chin. He smells like your shampoo.

For now, he is yours. The rising sun will have to rip him from your fingers, and only when Katsuki tells you to let go, will you relent. He’ll put on his uniform and you’ll kiss his forehead and another cycle of leaving will start, but you will choose to love him anyways.

On the way out, he’ll tell you that he loves you. That he’ll always come back. You’ll believe it.

—/—

listen, in my defense, im in mourning and @glitterinmyc00chie badgered me into it. and also, if im in mourning?? im gonna put y’all in mourning too!!! so soz for the pain this caused,, rest assured it caused me twice as much to write it

that being said everyone put ur hands together and pray my sweet sweet little honeypie comes back,,, and if he doesnt, prepare for my mf funeral

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fic #bakugou x y/n #mha bakugou #mha fic

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no bc guys im still so devasted actually

like ,,, no, bring him back - u dont understand, i cannot function without the pretty boy light of my life

#BRING HIM HOME TO ME #I JUST MISS HIM #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou

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HAVE YOU SEEN THE LEAKS, MA'AM???

hello - coming out of my retirement to answer this question!!!! ty @glitterinmyc00chie ,, luv luv the name btw bwahaha :)

,,, i ,, yes i saw - and, tears down my face. tears in my breakfast cereal. tears all over my cubicle. tears coating my steering wheel on the drive home. tears creating the shower for me while i lather my tired, sad body with soap in an effort to feel better. tears soaking my pillow as i lay down for another night of terrible, terrible sleep

tears ,,, i want it to not be real so mf bad but,,, from a narrative standpoint, his character arc is like pretty much entirely complete so it feels like it could be real. bUT NAH ERI BETTER COME THRU FOR MY BOY ,, REVERSE THAT SHIT FOR THE GIRLIES LITTLE LADY WE NEED HIM

HORIKOSHI BRING MY BABY BACK TO ME ,, I SWEAR TO GOD

#no but actually im devastated #i love him so much #i am ab to resurrect this account just to soothe myself #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou

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hiiiiii! can i request some cute sick bakugou headcannons plzzz? thx!

hi hi !!!! sure sure ofc @unicorneri

bakugou has a fever hcs:

- plays it off for as long as possible. like literally he’s pale as a ghost, coughing up a lung and bakugou will be like “i’m fine - mind your own fuckin’ business”

- he’ll borderline abuse vitamin c supplements and other natural remedies to try and curb the sickness before it can develop into smthing worse

- the only way he finally succumbs to just being sick is when the fever hits n his job performance tanks

- but when he does finally admit he’s sick??? good lORD

- get ready for bakugou’s sick WEEK. bc at this point he’s refused to acknowledge it for so long that its def gonna be a week long recovery period at least

- won’t let u in the bedroom under any circumstances for the first day or two. has this super intense weird thing ab not wanting to get u sick (finally caves and lets u in when the fever peaks super high and his brain is real foggy)

- fights with his blankets,,, literally in there tussling around n trying to throw them off him when he gets too hot

- when he has u on lock out, he’ll call u just to hear u talk to him. insists its so you “don’t get lonely and shit” ,,, but cmon. he’s so see-thru,, he’s clearly the lonely one!!!

- if you’re someone with cold hands, bakugou rlly likes when u put ur fingers on his cheeks while he’s burning up with fever. leans into ur hands like a puppy and straight up whines when his feverish skin starts to make your hands too hot

- very serious ab taking medication. sets alarms n everything

- mans likes a bath. u start to wonder if he drowned in there bc he spends sm time just soaking

- WHINER. no literally - swear to god every two seconds ab “my nose is stuffy” or “i’ve got a headache” n looking at u with big eyes like u’ll just somehow figure out how to fix it

- insists you put on one of your favorite shows for him to watch,,,, which is rlly rich considering at any other time he’d be mouthing off ab how “stupid” that same show was

- sometimes says his fever is “going up” more than necessary. then insists that you should take his temperature with the back of your hand, and absolutely not with the thermometer (he just wants u to be all gentle n sweet n lean over him n touch his face!!!)

- uncharacteristically sweet. not like, actually sweet, bc c’mon its still bakugou,,, but u know, more letting u pet his hair without a fight and less trying to bite your fingers off first for fun. think, like, maybe a lion given a horse tranquilizer ??

- crazy dreamer ,, rollin around, doin sprints in the sheets. u better sleep on the floor for ur own health n safety

- if u prop him up against the headboard with pillows, n then sit down next to him, he’ll slump over to rest his head on your shoulder instead. dont look at him tho. he’ll get flustered and sit back up

bOnUs:

his favorite sick days are the 3rd/4th one in, when he’d finally on the mend and lucid, but not well enough to go back in to work quite yet.

bakugou likes it bc he can pretend to still be sicker than he is - so you’ll take care of him just the same!!! he gets to soak it up without feeling embarrassed bc he’s still “sick” and in his mind he can justify it

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fic #bakugou headcannon #bakugou headcannons #bakugou hcs

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OH MY GOD YOURE BACK I MISSED YOU SO MUCH LOVE IT HOPE YOURE DOING WELL 😭❤️

HAPPY HOLIDAYS YOU FANTASTIC BASTARD YOU ❤️

PLS ,, UR LITERALLY MY BIGGEST SUPPORTER

LUV U SM MY SWEET,,, HAPPY HOLIDAYS 😭😭❤️❤️ TY FOR MAKING MY RETURN SO FANTASTIC

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 2 years

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alignment - k. bakugou

—/—

You run warm, you always do.

You blister the skin of his fingers, leave him rubbing the pads together- trying to replicate what the fire beneath your skin feels like.

And Bakugou will never say it out loud, not for all the fame and fortune and glory in the world, but he likes the way you make him itch. He likes the way bugs crawl up his arms at your breath against his collarbone. The way he always feels some raw, giddy thing clogging up his throat.

So he races to shuck off his uniform, rushes in the shower. All but trips over himself putting on a pair of boxers. He’s clean now, and he knows you much prefer him clean, but it’s been 3 entire weeks and Bakugou kind of wishes he could skip some of those steps.

You’re asleep when he finally sees you. Face pressed against his side of the bed, nuzzling into his pillow. Suddenly that raw thing stopping up his throat threatens to break.

He brings you in, a gently as he can. One hand at the base of your spine, pressing you against his chest as he lies down. The other cradles the back of your head, squirming until he can feel your breath just under his ear (where it should be). His pillow smells distinctly of you and Bakugou feels some integral part of his world realigning.

He feels you shift beneath his fingers. Just minutely. Just barely.

“Say a goddamn thing.” He warns into the dark. “I’ll get up right now.”

You smile against his neck. Wrap your arms around his broad back. “Mhm. I know. Mission go okay?”

“No. ‘m fine though.”

He feels his stomach go a little funny at the way you pull him even closer then. At the way you pet gently at his hair, soothing at the wisps of blonde just behind his ear.

“Oh, okay.” You sigh, and he can feel it against his neck. “So we’ll talk about it in the morning then.”

“‘m not talkin’ about shit.”

You just huff a laugh at that, and it feels like he’s falling through the Earth. The mission really had shaken him, regardless of what he refused to say, and something about the weight of you in his arms suddenly feels like everything - like the summation of all his sweat. Like the totality of all the raw power pooling in his palms, and what it means to finally love something more than the tingling in those fingertips.

He’d give it all up. Swears he would if you just asked - but you never do. You just kiss him. On the lips when he leaves, and on the forehead when he returns.

He feels it now too - that featherlight kiss against his forehead. You’re careful, never too much pressure.

Sometimes, when’s he tucked away in yet another too-cold corner of the world, Bakugou will touch his own forehead. Just two fingers against the center of his temple, for only a moment. It never feels the same. Not quite right, too much pressure; but he’s come to think of it as his good luck charm. Something to remind him to make it back home safely, no matter what the mission is.

“Missed you.” You’re blinking away some watery, tight thing, clearing your throat. “Felt like forever this time.”

He agrees. Can feel the full force of that agreement clogging up his own throat, but he’ll never let it tumble out. So he just scoffs, pinches lightly at the back of your leg that’s resting across him.

“Brat.” He mumbles against the crown of your head. Hopes you can’t feel the way his lip threatens to quiver. “Learn to be patient. I always fuckin’ come back, don’t I?”

“You do.”

“Mhm, so stop worryin’ so much.”

Moments like these, he wishes he could be a little softer. That he could offer you the “I missed you too” that you so obviously deserve. But he can’t. He tries, tries so hard, he swears he does, but the words never come out right.

“I’ll stop worrying if you will.” You say, and there’s some tiny, playful lilt that has his stomach filling up with dread. “Speaking of, Midoriya is such a sweet-heart, you know? Really kind about checking up on me these past few weeks.”

“Is he now?”

“Yeah. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

“Nope.”

You pinch his leg, and Bakugou feels his chest go molten. He thinks that you’re similar. That you match. It warms him all the way up inside.

The room goes quiet, and he lets you guide his head until he’s looking right into your eyes. You don’t say anything, but sometimes he likes this part the most. When all is said and done and you’re still looking back at him. It makes him feel like he’d finally done it. Like he’d finally completed whatever stressful, worrying task was still hanging over his head. Like he’d finally come home.

“Lets sleep.” You finally offer, voice a whisper. “You know, so you can wake up early? Catch the sunrise?”

There’s light filtering through the blinds. A halo around your face. Orange just beginning to filter through the white slats of the blinds.

The sun is already rising and Bakugou thinks he could never love anything but you ever again.

“Sounds good.” He bites his lip, looks away. “Almost perfect.”

“Almost?”

“You gotta wake up too.”

You squeal something happy, and he lays his hand over your mouth; unable to stomach the way such sounds always make his brain fuzz over.

You’re warm beneath his fingertips once more, and all at once everything is as it should be. That integral axis realigned.

—/—

lmaooooo wrote that hc list n now i cant stop thinkin bout pro-hero!bakugou,,,, literally so down bad rn dhmu 😩😩

actually jk pls do hmu bc i miss talkin to y’all🥰

#nah bc touch-starved!baku supremacy #i’ll live breathe and die on this hill #its the best trope for him #it rlly rlly is #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fic #bakugou x y/n #mha bakugou #mha fic #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcannon

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sum dating pro-hero!bakugou thoughts

- bakugou has an extreme taste for the finer things in life. think nice sweatshirts, soft blankets, good cologne. mans keeps it on the dl, but trust when he goes home he’s wearing silk pjs. it’s his money afterall

- sometimes drops dinner off for u in the middle of his patrol. he thinks ur unaware of how ridiculous a deviation from assigned route ur house is, but u totally kno. u dont tell him tho :)

- doing PR stuff is the bane of his existence. even the thought of an autograph/panel day literally has him throwing a fit. u watch him throw said fit almost constantly.

- loves when u set his uniform out for him. he likes the way it still faintly smells like your lotion when he puts it on the next morning

- the only PR stuff he willingly does is help make PSAs for schools. very much a wooden board when he says his “stay in school, study hard” lines, but by god does he mean it when he says it such a nerd i love him

- a video of him gently petting a cat he saved from a tree goes viral. he swears to you that this is what will finally make him turn to a life of villainy

- very ritualistic ab his day. he gets up at the same time, eats at the same take-out places for his break, calls you at exactly 5:30 PM,,,, villains have to knock him out cold before he’ll deviate from his routine

- bakugou rlly rlly likes when u wait up for him to get home. lies thru his teeth n says he doesnt, but he also sends u an excessive amount of ETA txts hoping u’ll get the hint and be there to greet him

- he gets unreasonably angry at villains who make him late getting home. he’s got a schedule okay!!! n if his dinner needs reheated bc of some extra, jesus christ is it gonna be that villains worst day ever

- has a habit of playing with the wedding band on his finger during interviews. slides it on/off, twists it etc

- constantly watches play-back of his own battles and critiques them mercilessly. if u even try telling him to give himself a break, bakugou will bite ur head off

- incredibly careful when fighting around schools/residential areas. he knows his quirk can be scary/loud and tries to tone down the explosions around small children,,, he can’t remember when he started caring ab that kinda thing, but now he couldn’t imagine not

- rlly grumpy about works trips. usually can’t take u for obvious danger reasons, but u’ll be getting a phone call every night to make up for ur lack of physical presence. of. he lies n says its bc he needs to “vent” ab his mission, but katsuki is entirely see-through when he refuses to talk and only asks ab ur day. falls asleep listening to ur voice,,, n u do it all over again the next night, for his sake pretending u don’t know why he’s calling

- ruthless in his product reviews. PR tries to force him into endorsement deals, but it goes terribly if he doesnt like the product ,,, (he tanked an entire energy drink company once bc he called it “tasteless, embarrassing, empty sugar-water. unfit for even the laziest fuckin’ humming bird)

- only attends galas if u bribe him. btw, the bribe is u promising to wear orange,,,, but he’s not possessive, he’s not, he swears

- surprisingly devoted to his work/life balance. u’d think he’d be a complete workaholic, n for the most part he is, but bakugou actually takes self-care rlly seriously. (“It starts in the body.” said by bakugou in an advert for protein bars. he was so proud bc bby put that line in the script himself. n he lives by those words!!!)

- if he’s ever late coming home, katsuki is def picking up some sort of apology gift,,, its always weird n janky tho. like an ugly, off-brand, shitty figurine of himself or a bouquet of nearly dead flowers (mans has a weird sense of humor what can i say)

- sometimes u’ll go out to your balcony and wave to him as he jets across the sky during patrol. he’s happy it’s dark and you cant see him,, bc if u could, u’d see him grinning like a dork

- spends an entire day off work, w/ u, before going on a rlly dangerous mission. its somber and makes u nervous and sort of breaks ur heart, but the way he looks at u just before he leaves makes it almost worth it

- thinks its hilarious when u send him dating rumor headlines ab himself. was literally in stitches over the one u sent to him supposedly confirming his ‘secret, salacious, relationship with chargebolt” (for reference, the pic was the blurry back of bakugou and denki’s head as they walked into the agency they literally both work at)

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fic #bakugou headcannon #bakugou hcs

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hey bitches , m not dead 😎

#no but fr #i missed writing and i’d like to come back #pls talk to me i missed this sm #also i checked the bakugou tags n like #i will be WRITING #i love him sm and miss him sm

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hey u know what concept is rlly funny to me,,, like what if bakugou imitates deku’s voice to mock people

,,,, like, denki’s just said the dumbest mf comment of the year and bakugou repeats it back to him, straight-faced and monotone, but in his best impression of mIDORIYA’S VOICE

LIKE THE SECOND BAKUGOU PULLS OUT THE DEKU VOICE, EVERYBODY IN THE WHOLE ROOM KNOWS SOMETHING STUPID WAS SAID

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou

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HI HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO EXPRESS MY LOVE AND ADMIRATION FOR U AND BOW DOWN TO UR CREATIVE WRITING GENIUS AND GODLINESS IN AN EXTREMELY LONG ASK

i would also like to say, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGJJGSLJJSKDJJJFJKSDFJSJFJSODJFDFJ”

that was live footage of me reading wrong number asshole bECAUSE THAT SERIES WAS JUST SO ❗️❗️❗️DAMN ❗️❗️❗️GOOD❗️❗️

Everything. the nervous and overthinking reader. bakugo being a major douchebag tsundere. wingman kirishima. the GOD-TIER HUMOR. THE POP ROCKS!!!!!! EVERYTHING WAS ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR.

I’ll be honest, when i realized it was part smau i was like ehhhh i dont rly know BUT U BLEW MY EXPECTATIONS COMPLETELY OUT OF THE WATER. you ... YOU are such a RARE tumblr gem and i say that bc there are only a few select people who have the ✨quality✨ of writing that you do. And I’m a very picky reader, so that’s saying something. I really, REALLY loved the way u portray bakugo. Because he’s more than just an angry Pomeranian, he also has his own insecurities and things that he genuinely really cares about. And i think it just goes to show how good of a writer you are because i can tell you really did a deep character analysis of him and it was anything but superficial.

i read wrong number for the first time back in may and was secretly reading it during math class AND SO many hours of sleep were lost over this but it was 100% worth it 😁😁😁

at the end of pretty much every chapter was me just screaming into my pillow in the darkness of my room at like 2 am. i also just recently reread it and OH MY GOD i forgot how funny the first few parts are. Also !!! The way i fRICKIN RELATE TO Y/N JESUS CHRIST I FELT EVERYTHING IN MY SOUL

here are some of my favorite lines from the series:

“But I also think you tend to fixate on reasons to leave instead of looking for reasons to stay.”

Yeahhhhh, when i read this for the first time I literally said oof. out loud. because that’s literally me. This line just,,, hit me yk.

It was an insecurity of yours, always believing that you had to be the one in the wrong. That the only reason someone could ever be upset was because you made them that way.

YEAH REMEMBER HOW I SAID I RELATED TO Y/N. YEAH. IT”S THIS.

Instead of him, it was just you- alone and waiting and etched with a ugly tattoo you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever.

ok so i rly like this line partly because again, i relate, but also just the WORDS. UGHHH that last part “you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever’ STOP EYE-

It’s strange- the way your heart seems to be breaking entirely and rebuilding itself completely all at the same time. It’s a wave crashing against your ribs- pushing and pulling and tumbling and pushing and pulling and turning and twisting and- calming when you look at his face. When you look at the way his hair sits and the way his jaw slopes and the way his eyes meet yours. It’s death and completetion and rebirth and red, red wildfire.

It’s your old life scorching and curling and burning up. And it’s your new, better, warmer life rising from the ashes.

AAAAAAASKDFJSDKLFJDS THE IMAGERY THE RHYTHM OH MY GOODNESS THE TALENT

Something in his eyes seems so tiny and small and unsure at your words, and it breaks your heart. There aren’t enough words in the world for all you want to say in that moment, so you just take his head in your hands, kiss him with every bit of care and concern you hold for him.

When you pull back, he won’t look at you, his cheeks gone nearly as red as his vulnerable eyes. His shoulders shake, and he takes a deep breath, turning his head to place a tiny little kiss into the palm of your hand. He doesn’t say anything, but the tiny action communicates almost everything you need to know.

PLS BC I AM VERY TOUCHSTARVED SO JUST THE IDEA OF BAKUGO KISSING MY PALM AAAAHHHHHHHH

Bakugou fights it, going rigid and stiff and resitant at first. He hardly looks at you, just barely, but you catch his gaze and nod. It’s all it takes before he’s allowing himself to sink into you, his arms pulling you closer.

It’s hesitancy, than acceptance and than desperation, and suddenly he’s holding you so tightly, clutching at you like you’re gonna fade. Like you’ll slip through his calloused fingers. It makes you ache. Sends volts of throbbing pain through your chest that have you squeezing him tighter.

It makes you want to sob- the way he seemed so resistant to softness despite being so obviously starved for it. You wondered if anyone else had stuck around this long; if anyone else had noticed just how desperate he was for someone to finally hear him.

again. THE IMAGERY. JUST SEEING HIM SLOWLY MELT INTO A HUG AND THEN SQUEEZE YOU AS TIGHT AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE AAAAAAAAA SOMEONE GIVE THIS TOUCHSTARVED BOI A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD oh wait y/n already did that ahaha

The completion you’d felt from this kiss far surpassed the charged kisses from earlier. This was kissing him just because you could, because you wanted to, and you were sure this was heaven- at least, as close to heaven as any one human should ever be allowed to get.

It felt like flying, like hurtling above the earth and surging through the clouds. Like you were Icarus and you breached the atmosphere to soar against the surface of the sun. His hands fell to the base of your spine, pressing you firmly against him, and suddenly you knew. Knew it for sure, in your bones like it’d always been carved in there-you might’ve been Icarus, but he’d never let you fall. You would get to blister and scorch and burn for as long as you’d wanted but your wax would never melt. There was no fear when falling with him. Falling for him.

You pull away, but you don’t go too far. Don’t think you could separate even if you tried. Katsuki was an addiction, a powerful, potent thing and the only salve for that itch in your skin was being close to him. As close as you could possibly manage.

NOT THE ICARUS METAPHOR PLS ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME FALL EVEN MORE IN LOVE WITH THIS SERIES EYE- ONCE AGAIN UR WRITING TALENT BLOWS ME AWAY

“Good.” He mumbles juvenilely, looking anywhere to avoid your eyes. “Die then. Fuckin’ burn, you witch.”

I remember the first time i read this i FRICKIN DIED OMG IT WAS SO FUNNY i was crying at like 3 am

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him in, guiding until his lips met yours. You felt him smile as you kissed him, and you realized you were wrong. That first real kiss might’ve been nice; but it wasn’t heaven- itwas only the gateway to paradise. But this? This was the real Elysium.

His body moved against yours, so close and warm and pliant. He was letting you set the pace, without resistance or force or argument for the very first time. There had been a lot of past kisses, you had hardly been able to keep yourself off of him, but none of them had never felt like this before. He’d never trusted you like this before. You got to be the one taking and taking and taking where’d you spent so long giving.

It was consummation. Finality. Your perfect ending.

*SCREAMS*

AGAIN WITH THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY THIS REALLY IS THE PERFECT FIC ON GOD

i’ll have u know that this is my Official Designated Comfort Fic (insert trademark symbol).

THANK YOU. YOU ARE A WRITING GOD. I BOW DOWN TO YOUR GREATNESS. Also sorry for this extremely long ask and the overwhelming use of caps lock

have u ever,, have u ever read something that brings literal tears to ur eyes. that brings so much serotonin that its almost criminal

bc this, this ask is everything for me. u rllY SAID THAT MY FIC IS UR DESIGNATED COMFORT FIC?? THATS MY FAVORITE THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME

YOU HAVE FAVORITE LINES?? FROM SOMETHING I WROTE??? DO U- I literally cannot even begin to describe how much this means to me.

@ur-local-reality-shifter , i adore u my lovely

#this ask brought me back to life #ive literally been down with covid for the last 4 months #but i think this just cured me #revitalized #rebirthed #rejuvenated #incredible #tysm for this ask #i have never felt more pleasantly warm in my entire life

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