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valentinewritten · 11 months
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pairing ; bakugo katsuki
summary ; where lovesick Katsuki finally gets the girl of his dreams <3
cw ; pregnancy, children, (eventual) aged up, very ooc bakugo, not proof read, and first thing i’ve posted so yes it’s shit.
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- lovesick bakugo who sat behind y/n in science, constantly trying to talk to her. She was ever so popular and he was..well not really the friendly type.
- lovesick bakugo who would put love letters in ur locker after hours, denying Kirishima on his suspicions.
- lovesick bakugo who goes home and stalks ur insta, ur highlights, ur posts, every story. (he freaked when u followed him back)
- lovesick bakugo who would buy you snacks everytime he would see u crying at the fending machine because it didn’t work.
- lovesick bakugo who went home smiling because when u two graduated he got a peck on the cheek from you.
- lovesick bakugo who’s stomach fell in a pit after he saw ur boyfriend on instagram after graduation, u and him announcing ur pregnancy.
- lovesick bakugo who was still in love with you 10 years later decided to hope for the best and went to UA’s highschool reunion. a smile hitting his face when his former classmate mina said you’ve been single for a while.
- lovesick bakugo whos eyes instantly landed on you in ur sundress having a drink with mina at the park.
- lovesick bakugo who got u another drink and finally mustered up the courge to get ur number. the smile he left with still make kirishima laugh to this day.
- lovesick bakugo who took you home after a few to many drinks and let you sleep on his bed while he slept on a chair.
- lovesick bakugo who drove u home that morning and stayed just a little longer to help with breakfast.
- lovesick bakugo who started seeing you weekend after weekend, finally realizing he was locked him when u wanted him to meet ur daughter.
- lovesick bakugo who planned ur daughters 3rd birthday party in order to surprise u, the sight leaving u in almost tears.
- lovesick bakugo who treated ur daughter like ur own and you like the most gorgeous girl in the world.
- lovesick bakugo who was on one knee in the middle of his fancy kitchen ur full name rolling off his tounge, tears welled in ur eyes ur daughter dancing with joy over whom shes grown to call her father.
- lovesick bakugo who danced with u at ur wedding day, the first time tears fell from his eyes since he was just a teenager.
- lovesick bakugo who takes care of u, makes u dinner, hugs u in his sleep, cleans u after a lovely night.
- lovesick bakugo who argues with you on where you too should put ur family picture in ur shared home <3.
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Lmao quick summary on how my mom and stepdad met !
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naomithenomes · 1 year
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|| What if Y/N passed out? || Fem!Reader x Bakugou Katsuki || (I also posted this on Wattpad, my user is @nomesthenoms)
Your POV:
You had just gotten off of training with one of the Pros.
You were so tired, you felt like shit, and everything was going to absolute crap. You had barely been progressing with your quirk, even though you skipped a few meals just so you could get to training on time. You felt insecure about your body, too, so you felt that this was perhaps a good opportunity to fast.
Your friends noticed that you were skipping meals, of course, and asked what was wrong. You told them you just weren't hungry, and that you would eat a lot before meals. Or, you would tell them half the truth and say that it was to get to training on time. Your forced, strained smile actually convinced everyone you were telling the truth.
Of course, everyone except Katsuki.
Practically everyone knew Katsuki had a crush on you- except you, yourself. And vice versa. He paid close attention to you, noticed every single detail, and always knew what you were feeling. Same with you.
So when he noticed the change of your pattern in behavior, your fake smiles, the way you would barely eat except the occasional treat- he knew something was wrong. And he would not rest until he knew you were okay. So, he decided to come to your dorm room before class started to confront you about it.
"Hey, Y/N. Are you still sleeping, you lazy ass?"
You awoke to what could only be Katsuki's voice, and responded with your best I'm-totally-awake-I-didn't-just-wake-up-a-second-ago voice. But, because of your drowsiness and loss of nourishment, it would be hard not to know that you just woke up.
"E-eek! Katsuki-kun, is that you? What happened? Why are you at my door?"
"To check on you, you damn idiot. Let me in after you're done changing."
You froze.
"Why would you check up on me? I'm perfectly fine-"
"Just do it. Don't ask fucking pointless questions."
Katsuki could be SUCH a lost case sometimes.
As you got dressed, you panicked internally. "Does he know? Does he know about me fasting? But... but I thought I was convincing! I mean, the others definitely bought it..."
You hesitated for a moment before turning the door handle.
Welp, no turning back now.
Katsuki immediately dragged you to your bed, plopping down on it as the ancient bed frame creaked.
"Why have you been forcing that shitty smile of yours?"
Your E/C eyes widened.
"W-what do you mean, Katsuki-kun? I-I haven't been-"
"You haven't been fucking eating, either. Did you think I wouldn't notice? Seriously? You're so damn bad at acting that it should be obvious."
Suddenly, you felt dizzy. Like, extremely dizzy.
"Y/N, answer me, you damn bitch! Why the fuck haven't you been eating? You're going to get sick if this goes on!"
When you didn't respond, he shook your shoulders and looked you in the eyes with his beautiful, scarlet-red ones.
"Y/N!! You look pale as shit! ANSWER ME, DAMN IT! WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU?!"
You wanted to answer, you truly did. But the room was spinning so fast that you fell onto his chest and leaned against it. Your eyes closed, and soon, your consciousness drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
Katsuki's POV:
As Y/N fell against me, I tensed.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
She didn't answer. Her tired eyes were closed shut.
"Y/N?!!"
I started to panic as I shook her shoulders. They were cold and limp.
"Y/N!! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!"
"Bakubro, what-?"
Ah, Shitty Hair.
He gasped. "W-what happened to Y/N-chan?! Did something happen? What-?"
"SHE PASSED OUT!! SHIT, DON'T JUST STAND THERE AND DO NOTHING WEIRD HAIR, GET A FUCKING TEACHER!!"
"R-right!!"
As he ran off, all I could feel was anger. Why was Y/N such a fucking IDIOT?! She starved herself so badly that she ended up passing out!! She...
Even though he tried to convince himself that he wasn't worried, that he was just mad at her for fasting, he couldn't. He was worried. But, of course, he wouldn't show it.
10 minutes later, you were tucked into a bed in the infirmary .
"Ah, so the poor thing starved herself?"
"Fucking obviously!"
Stupid Recovery Hag.
"Just wanted to make sure, dear."
"Tch."
Obviously, I gave her the details. NOT because I was worried about Y/N- Just because the hag was too stupid to figure it out herself. OBVIOUSLY.
"Poor darling. I'm going to talk to her parents and the teachers about this, so they can keep an eye on her. You, too. Make sure she eats, dear."
"Obviously. Do you think I'm that much of an idiot that I'll continue to let her starve, you stupid hag?!"
"No, dear, I was just reminding you. Now, please don't call me such rude names."
"Tch." "Well, I'm going to leave you two alone now. I'll be right in the other room, so call me- nicely- if you need anything."
"Whatever, woman. Anyways, t-thanks for checking up on her, even if you didn't do anything."
"You're welcome, dear. I'm happy to help."
As the hag wandered off to the other room, I subconsciously started to stare at Y/N's face. I even cupped her cheek with my hand, and fuck- even though she was so malnourished, she was so damn pretty.
Fuck.
"I love you, Y/N."
BY THE WAY, I'M STARTING A SERIES ABOUT THIS ON WATTPAD! MY USER IS @nomesthenoms. PLEASE FOLLOW ME LOL
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avaxxlin · 1 year
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tough love || Bakugo x reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/290759852-tough-love-bakugo-x-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=avaxlin&wp_originator=1yAVI%2FXZbdK7loYz17%2BfP5KLZKA%2FivQ6RCw4aAe0w0ke9In%2F7Eu%2BNchtHndwKFifeCuYYzhC4XDpvU%2Ba7zI56DE69C%2F38uSiOBYsZ%2FvIG5UX4mPDY3USw1Wd6VWxmGCv katsuki bakugo has been desperately in love with his best friend y/n aizawa since the young age of four but is too terrified to tell her in fear of rejection. while she reciprocates the same feeling doesn't realize how he feels no matter how obvious it is. izuku midoriya her childhood best friend feels the same way as bakugo even if he knows how she feels about the blonde-haired male bakugoxreaderxmidoriya started 11-12-21 picked back up 2/1/23 ended -/--/-- *rated mature for strong themes and language and possible smut*
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kcwritesbnha · 3 years
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Its been almost a year and a half since I've posted, this was in my drafts and after reading it over, I decided that I kind of like it. Hopefully you do too. :) -ks
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TYPE: Angst/Happy Ending
WARNING: Mentions of depression and eating disorders.
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You had been doing so well! You’d been getting just the right amount of sleep, you’d forced yourself to get out of the house and hangout with the girls. It felt like you had been smiling more than normally, nowadays. 
You still had those days that felt like you were being suffocated, you still had nights where you lay awake and just think until you were in pain. But you had friends that were there for you, and they were doing a wonderful job at being there for you. You finally felt like all the pain was always followed by a reward. 
Not only did you have great friends, you had the biggest crush on the scariest guy in your class. You looked forward to just being near him everyday. You admired everything about Bakugo. His determination, his confidence, his pride, all of that stuff were things you longed to have for yourself. 
You walked out of the school building, side by side with Kyoka, Toru, and Mina one day after school. You all had a somewhat successful day it felt like. You were lost in your thoughts about a certain ash blonde when Mina jokingly nudged you, ripping you from your thoughts. 
“Okay love-struck one, come back to earth.” She joked. You blushed and shook your head. “I wasn’t- I’m, I was! I mean I am! I am on earth, shut up!” You stuttered and the girl laughed at you.
“I get why you can’t tell him outright that you like him, but why don’t you do something subtle! Like slip a note in his locker or something?” Kyoka suggested. 
“Yeah, I feel like Bakugo would only burst into flames if you told him to his face, do something subtle so he doesn’t need to force a reaction out of himself. That’s why he’d blow up.” Mina chimed in. You thought for a moment, and were about to speak until someone else cut you off. 
“Bakugo would never like her, he doesn’t like anyone.”
You all turned your heads to the voice to see Monoma walking with pride. 
“Not only does he not like anyone, but I don’t think he’d exactly want to date someone who pukes in the schools’ bathroom on the regular.” He waved you off as he began walking past you and your friends. 
“Besides, why try to go for a loser when you’re a loser yourself? Wouldn’t that just be one giant mess?” He laughed as he continued walking. Your jaw was dropped. You were speechless. The girls were infuriated, immediately going to confront him when you stopped them. 
“Its okay, hes.. hes right. It was a stupid thought.” You murmured. Monoma knew about your.. issues. You were humiliated. You told the girls that you were okay, everything was fine. You rushed home without them due to the familiar sick feeling in the pit of your stomach, you burst into your home and immediately ran to the bathroom and proceeded to vomit. 
You yelled out of rage at your relapse. Punching the bathroom floor. 
You stayed home from school for a few days. Mina and Kyoka came by your house after school for the first few days of your absence to check on you and bring you your missing assignments. After you had been gone for a full week, you felt like you were only getting worse. For what? Because some guy said something mean to you? You were missing out on improvement because some guy poked at your insecurities? 
You felt like he dug up your past and threw it in your face in front of your friends. 
You stopped answering your door, no longer wishing for company, you just wanted to be alone.
Around 4:30pm, after school, you were expecting the girls to come by like they normally had been. You were in your bathroom vomiting your late lunch along with your medication when you heard three loud knocks at your door. 
“I-Its open!” You shouted from the bathroom with a hoarse and broken voice. 
You continued to vomit, expecting it to be to just be the girls, since they have already seen you like this every day that they came to check on you.
“Christ.. I didn’t think you’d be this fuckin’ sick.”
You just about jumped 12 feet at the sound of your crush’s voice.
“B-Bakugo! Oh my god, get out! You can’t see me like this!” 
He rolled his eyes and set the stack of your missing assignments on the bathroom counter before leaning down behind you to pull your hair away from your face. 
You noticed his hand was bandaged.
“W-What did you do to your-” You began before you began to hurl again. He sat on the floor behind you, still holding your hair. 
“Kicked that B-List bitches ass.”
Was he talking about Monoma?
“Uhm.. why?” You asked. He couldn’t have beat him up because of what he said to you, why was Bakugo here?
“He needed to learn how to mind his own fuckin’ business..” You only nodded in response. Silence filled the bathroom. Bakugo noticed a piece of paper on the bathroom floor that looked like it had been previously crumpled up before you flattened it back out. He could read it from where he sat behind you.
8/3/19 - 134 lbs 9/3/19 - 127.5lbs 10/3/19 - 125.3 lbs 11/3/19 - 120.2 lbs
You were keeping track of your weight each month.
“You need to stop this shit.” Bakugo growled from behind you. 
“I know.” You whispered.
“Are you done?” He asked, gesturing to your vomiting seeing as you haven’t for a few minutes.
“I think so..” You said, wiping your mouth and sitting back, not meaning for your back to come in contact with the front of Bakugo’s torso. He didn’t say anything, only adjusted himself so he was flush against you. You instincively laid your head back against his shoulder. He tensed up, but he allowed it. 
“You’re good, you’re okay.” He murmured near your ear. You closed your eyes and nodded. 
“Why did you come and not the girls..?” You asked him.
“Racoon eyes, she uh.. she explained to me the shit that went down. She said she thought it’d do you some good if I came by instead.” You nodded again, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty. He probably had plans, Hes Bakugo.
“I’m sorry for wasting your time.” You whispered, your eyes still closed. Bakugo cocked an eyebrow at you, why the hell were you thinking like that?
“Shut up, you didn’t waste my damn time.. Here, come here..” He proceeded to sit cross legged and pulled you to sit directly on his lap, he placed his chin on your shoulder as your eyes started to fill with tears again.
“I was doing good.” You whispered as a single tear fell down your cheek. Bakugo awkwardly reached and wiped it away with his thumb.
“You still are, and you’ll continue to fuckin’ do so.”
You smiled at his words before you turned to meet his crimson gaze. One side of his lips twitched upward at the sight of your smile. Bakugo was disgusted by how his insides were suddenly feeling. Mina had told him how you felt about him, due to having to tell him what Monoma said and why it hurt you. She told him not to tell you, but who was Bakugo to take orders from other people?
“Stop trying to force yourself to lose weight, stop letting lower class idiots make you feel less than you actually fuckin’ are.. and.. I like you as you are, so, I’d rather you stay that way.” He stated as he pulled a loose strand of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
You suddenly felt sick again, but not sick enough to puke and make the moment awkward. Your stomach was doing flips.
Bakugo liked you as you were.
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animensfw-smut · 4 years
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Katsuki x Gamer! Reader
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Gif doesn’t belong to me~~~
I hope this is the last time i post this...
Anyway! This is one of my old works, along with the others I’m posting, to be honest, I don’t really like my old works, since it wasn’t really written that well, and i didn’t think before posting them... Also, I’m kinda new to posting on Tumblr.
WARNINGS: Nsfw, 18+ (If you’re not 18+, that’s your problem lol)
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*(Y/N)'s pov*
I'm at the cafeteria sitting with Kiri, Denki and Sero. Bakugo just arrived and joined in our conversation when Kiri asked him something.
"Yo Bakubro! What do you think about hanging out at (Y/N)'s house?"
"Whatever, i've got nothing better to do." He said, bored.
"Okay then, meet me at the school gate after school to go to my house." i said with a smile as the bell rang. We walked to class and waited for the end of the day.
~Time skip~
I was currently sitting on the floor with the other four boys. I was sat near the very corner with Bakugo next to me on the left.Kiri was sat next to him and Denki was sat next to Kiri. Sero was sat on the other side of Denki. I was in the lead on (Favourite video game) since i was the best at it.
"(YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNNN)!!! Stop being so gooooood at this game!!!" whined Denki as i chuckled. Katsuki just grunted and glared at me as i gulped. He was intimidating...
"Lets play another game now." i suggested and they all agreed. Kirishima, Denki and Sero left me and Katsuki alone as they went out to buy their favourite game since i didn't have it. They left and it was awkward between me and Katsuki. We didn't really speak even though we hung out often.
"Imma just go get something to drink..." I said as i stood up and walked to the kitchen. I was currently wearing a baggy (f/c) shirt with mid thigh (s/f/c) shorts. My (h/l), (h/c) hair was let loose as it was more comfortable. I bent over to look at what to drink from the fridge. Suddenly, hands appeared, holding my hips. The person behind pulled my hips towards them and something poked my thigh. I squeaked and blushed when i figured out what it was. They started grinding against me and my eyes widened. I looked behind me and sure enough, it was Katsuki.
"Mmmm, K-Katsuki w-what are y-you doing?" I moaned as he pressed against me harder.
"Nngh, (Y/n)... You naughty girl... G-Getting me all hard..." He grunted out as i held onto the fridge door for support.
"I-I didn't d-do anything t-though!"
"Seeing you bite your lip whilst gaming was enough of a turn on. Mngh, you probably did that on purpose, you naughty girl. It's time to punish you for getting me this hard." He whispered in my ear whilst biting the shell of it. I moaned and his left hand slipped into the front of my shorts. It travelled underneath the waistband of my shorts and into my panties. His hand stroked my clit and ran along the lips, occasionally slipping in.
"Ahhhh, mm... K-Katsuki... Please..."
"Please what?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Mmm... P-Please... No more teasing..." I puffed out.
"Your wish is my command~ Princess~" He slipped a finger into my dripping womanhood and pumped it in and out. Without warning, he curled his finger and entered two more fingers. I was a moaning mess and a knot formed in my stomach and i was close when he suddenly stopped.
"H-Huh? K-Katsuki..." I whined.
"Sssshhhhh... This is where the real fun starts princess~" He pushed my shorts down and turned me around. My eyes were clouded over with lust and he looked at me with half lidded eyes. His pants and boxers were already removed and he entered me slowly.
"Ahhhhhh K-Katsuki!!! It h-hurts..." I whimpered softly.
"It'll be fine in a bit..." Katsuki kissed my tears away and enveloped my lips with his warm lips. Our tongues danced together with passion. When we parted for breath, a string of saliva connected our lips together. I bucked my hips and he got the signal that he was allowed to move. He started off slow and then gradually started pounding into me.
"AHHHHH KATSUKI!!!" I moaned out as i climaxed. He grunted and pulled out of me and came on the floor. I lay against his chest and breathed heavily.
"I love you Katsuki." I whispered. He tensed up, not expecting that, but then relaxed and hugged me tight,
"I fucking love you too, (Y/n)."
We got cleaned up quickly, and by the time we finished, the boys arrived back from the store. They didn't suspect a thing. We sat back down on the floor in the living room in our original places and i leant on Katsuki's shoulder without them noticing. I smiled at the thought of me and Katsuki having a proper date.
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spongebobscoochie · 3 years
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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐌. katsuki bakugou ✓ (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/qCNo96jpVcb 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 ! ❝ALL YOU DO IS SEND ME JACK SHIT MEMES, YET I STILL FELL FOR YOU.❞ ━━━━━━━━ ⋮ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. ꒰ 🎐 ꒱ ࿐ ࿔ WHERE 𝗬/𝗡 𝗟/𝗡 SENDS MEMES TO ANGSTY 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗨 AT 3 AM. ˗ˏ ➶ 𝖫𝖮𝖶𝖤𝖱𝖢𝖠𝖲𝖤 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖣. ˗ˏ ➶ 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖭𝖦 𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖴𝖠𝖦𝖤. ˗ˏ ➶ 𝖷 𝖥𝖤𝖬!𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤?…
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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years
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Melting My Heart (Part Three)
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Author’s Note: If anyone wants to be added to the tag list for this let me know. Happy to do it for anyone!
(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)
Summary: The fireball with the attitude has one weakness, Y/N. When she’s the only thing that can break through his cold appearance around the other students, he starts to learn that being the best... isn’t the only thing out there.
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Part One, Part Two
Part Three:
Word Count: 2025
With the exams for UA High coming up Katsuki was training constantly. Our backyard was beginning to look like a war zone, craters littered the ground as he used his explosions to blow holes and then fill them back in, just to blast them back up again. I stepped into the backyard and smelt the familiar smell of caramel, Katsuki had to be working pretty hard if the sweet sweat smell was as strong as it is. When the sliding door to the backyard shut and I stepped out Katsuki paused and looked up at me, he was knelt over, out of breath. I walked over to him and he stood up straight, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead. 
I smiled at him. “You’re still training Kacchan?”
He put his hand into a fist. “I have to be the best that I can be. I can’t afford to screw up, I have everything riding on this exam.”
“You’re going to do fine, I know you will. You’re quirk is amazing, there’s not much you can’t do Kacchan. You’ve always been one to succeed.”
He smiled a little at me and wrapped his arms around the back of my neck, pulling me into a hug. “I know, but I’ve got to push myself. How else am I going to make my queen’s life the best that it could possibly be?”
I chuckled and breathed in the sweet caramel smell once again. I knew he would make it, and he knew he would too, but he didn’t want to leave any room for error. “I’m going to see my dad today. He wants to talk to me more, wants to get to know his daughter a little more.”
Katsuki kissed the side of my head. “That’s good. How are you feeling about the whole thing?”
“I still don’t really know. I’m glad that I found him, I’m glad that he’s in my life, but it’s still just so sudden.”
“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted tho?” He started stretching again, getting ready to start more training. 
“It is, but it’s just not something I expected to have happen to me before the exam. What if it hinders me? I’m so unfocused lately. I don’t know how to snap myself out of this. I know it’s not his fault, it’s not like he knew that I was planning on taking the exam, but it still sucks. You know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean, but you know I’m going to be here to support you or pick up the pieces, whatever happens, I’m always going to be your crutch when you need it.”
I smiled weakly at him. “I know Kacchan.”
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I stepped into the doorway of the nearest coffee shop and looked around. I spotted the long black hair of Shouta Aizawa at a table near the window. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to him. He waved when he saw me and smiled. I sat across from him and took in the moment. He pointed toward the cashier. “Do you want a coffee? Tea?” 
“Coffee sounds fine.” I told him what I wanted and he stood, heading to the cash register to order for me. When he came back and handed me the coffee it felt almost surreal. I had grown up with a mother who seemed, at times, like she didn’t even care about me, and a father that I had never known. I had always been told that my father had never wanted anything to do with me, that he was a deadbeat, but here he was now… trying to have a relationship with me. 
Shouta sat down across from me again and started to talk to me. “I know it’s probably still a little awkward for you, maybe even still completely uncomfortable for you, but I hope that’s something we can get over soon.” He smiled hopefully. 
“It’s not that it’s awkward or uncomfortable, it’s just a little overwhelming for me. I’ve always wanted to know you, my whole life I’ve wanted to know who my father was. I always wanted to know where I got my quirk from.”
Shock took over his face. “Your quirk? Does that mean you got my quirk?”
“I got both you and mom’s quirk. It was a weird medical fluke. Most kids just get a combination of the two, or they get one or the other. I was lucky enough to get both of them.”
“Wow… I never realized how good it would feel to know that my daughter would have my quirk, something I could pass down. Not that you don’t already look like my daughter. We could be twins for heaven’s sake.”
I smiled thinking about it, putting the two of us next to each other you could definitely tell we were related. Same black hair, same tired eyes due to our quirks, same mannerisms. It felt so odd, but I loved every little thing I was learning about him… about my father.”
“So who are you staying with? If you don’t mind me asking anyway.”
“I’m staying with my boyfriend and his parents. They took me in when mom kicked me out, they couldn’t believe that mom had done it. Mom and his parents had known each other for a long time, we’ve been friends since we were little kids.”
Shouta leaned back in his chair, protective dad written all over his face already. “What’s your boyfriend’s name?”
“Katsuki.” I chuckled, I liked the thought of him being protective. “Katsuki Bakugou.”
He leaned forward again. “The boy that was just on the news the other day with the slime monster? The boy he had hostage?”
“Yea. That’s him.” 
“He’s got an amazingly strong quirk. I haven’t seen one like that in a long time. He treats you well I hope.”
“Like a queen, trust me.”
“Good.” He leaned back again, relaxing more. 
* * * * * * 
The morning of the exam came faster than we thought it would. I had never seen Katsuki so nervous, yet so calm at the same time. As we walked up to the school we saw none other than Izuku Midoryia walking in front of us. I smiled at him as he turned around to greet us. “Kacchan, Y/N, good morning.”
Katsuki ignored him and continued to walk. “Get out of my way now, before I set you on fire.”
I smacked his arm and let go of his hand. “Good morning Izuku!”
Izuku still looked thrown aback by Katsuki’s comment and didn’t say anything. I waved to him and followed after Katsuki.
Katsuki wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked. “Why do you bother with that guy? He’s useless.”
I frowned at him. “He’s not useless Kacchan, leave him alone. If he wants to try to get into UA High then let him do it, he’s not hurting anyone.”
Katsuki huffed and looked forward again. As we made our way closer to the door kids were making comments about Katsuki and the slime monster, setting him into a bad mood, he didn’t want to be known for that. He wanted to be known for being the number one hero. We walked into the auditorium for the exam orientation portion of the day and took our seats. Izuku sat next to us and a man with blonde hair that I recognized came onto the stage. 
The Pro-Hero Present Mic stood before us. “What’s up UA candidates? Thanks for tuning in to me, your school DJ. Come on and let me hear you!” He threw his hands in the air and stared at all of us.” We were all silent as we watched him. “Keeping it mellow, huh? That’s fine, I’ll skip straight to the main show. Let’s talk about how this practical exam is going to go down, okay? Are you ready!?”
Izuku was gushing next to us about Present Mic. Katsuki looked over at him and glared. “Will you shut up?” I elbowed his side.
“Like your application said, today you rockin boys and girls will be out there conducting ten minute mock battles in super hip urban settings. After I drop the mic here you’ll  head to your specified battle setting.”
Katsuki, Izuku, and I looked down at our cards we had gotten upon entry to the auditorium and looked at the letters on them. 
Katsuki spoke up. “I see what they’re doing, they’re splitting us up so we can’t work with any of our friends.” Izuku had battle center B while Katsuki and I had battle center A, surprised they hadn’t noticed our address being the same and split us up. Our exam numbers were all consecutive, yet they split us from Izuku. 
Katsuki looked over at Izuku. “Get your eyes off my card.” Izuku leaned back a little, stunned by his words. “Damn, I was really looking forward to crushing you.”
Izuku laughed nervously as Present Mic spoke again. “Okay, okay, let’s check out your targets.” Three different robot monsters popped up on the screen in front of us. “There are three different types of villains in every battle center. You earn points based on their level of difficulty, so you better choose wisely. Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to earn points by shredding these villains like a mid song guitar solo! But check it, make sure you’re keeping things heroic. Attacking other examinees is a UA no-no. You dig?”
A young man in front of us stood up and interrupted. “Excuse me sir?” We all turned to him. “But I have a question.”
“Hit me.”
A spotlight opened on the young boy. “On the print out you’ve listed four types of villains, not three.” He pointed to the paper and looked very serious. “With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful.” He put his hand to his chest in a fist. “We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan’s most notable school. A mistake such as this won’t do.” He turned toward Katsuki, Izuku, and I and pointed straight at Izuku. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair, and the girl beside him, you’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that.” 
Izuku looked worried, but I shrugged it off. What a buzz kill? Who peed in his cereal? 
He continued while Izuku looked around, worried. “If you can’t take this seriously then leave. You’re distracting the rest of us.” 
Katsuki started to stand up to defend my honor, but I pulled him back down to his seat. 
“Alright, alright, let’s settle down. Examinee number 7111, thanks for calling in with your request.” The forth villain on our paper popped in on the screen. “The fourth villain type is worth zero points. That guys just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way. There’s one in every battle center. THink of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid. It’s not that it can’t be beaten, but there’s kind of no point. I recommend my listeners try to ignore it and focus on the ones topping the charts.”
The young boy bowed to him. “Thank you very much, please continue.” He sat down and the spotlight turned off. 
“That’s all I’ve got for you today, I’ll sign off with a little present. It’s a sample of our school motto. As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down, a true hero is one who overcomes life's misfortunes. Now that’s a tasty soundbite. Are you ready to go beyond? Let’s hear a plus ultra!” In big letters on the screen behind him ‘Plus Ultra’ popped up. “Good luck, hope you practiced hitting more than just books.”
I looked over at Katsuki and we both raised a fist, nodding. “We’re in the same battle center. What do you think about working as a team?”
Katsuki had never been one to work with other people, but when it came to me, he could never say no. He smiled dastardly, “You got it my queen, let’s take down every single one of these losers and show them what we’re made of.”
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Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
Updated: 5/8/2020
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mareeeahdenizeze · 3 years
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Bakugo x Reader: Crystal Explosion MASTERLIST
"The Hero Public Safety Commission. Responsible for managing every hero and their interactions with society. They created each rule and regulation that heroes must follow. Though, if that was the case... 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚?"
Y/N is one of two children taken in by the Hero Commission to train and become a top hero. Things start changing when they are forced to go to UA High School, the top hero school in Japan. There, they meet countless new people, including a certain spiky haired boy that they just can't put their finger on. It also seems that with each passing day, they learn a bit more about themselves, their past, and the Commission that took them in...
Key Notes:
- In synchronization with the OG MHA story with added plot.
- Technically a Bakugo x Reader but it's more plot heavy and doesn't have much fan service.
- Even though it takes place from the beginning of the story, I would not recommend reading this if you haven't caught up with at least the anime.
- Please leave suggestions for the story in the comments!
- There are currently three variations of this story: One for males, females, and non binaries. Nothing except the gender changes, please let me know if I mess up on pronouns so I can fix them!
Bakugo x M!Reader
Prologue
https://mareeeahdenizeze.tumblr.com/post/634257469120610304/bakugo-x-mreader-crystal-explosion
Chapter One
https://mareeeahdenizeze.tumblr.com/post/634261902271365120/bakugo-x-mreader-crystal-explosion
Bakugo x F!Reader
Prologue
https://mareeeahdenizeze.tumblr.com/post/634263069466525696/bakugo-x-freader-crystal-explosion
Chapter One
https://mareeeahdenizeze.tumblr.com/post/634263817558360064/bakugo-x-freader-crystal-explosion
Bakugo x NB!Reader
Prologue
https://mareeeahdenizeze.tumblr.com/post/634264874241998848/bakugo-x-nbreader-crystal-explosion
Chapter One
https://mareeeahdenizeze.tumblr.com/post/634265319649738753/bakugo-x-nbreader-crystal-explosion
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cj-marj · 4 years
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Katsuki: *walks in with a red cheek*
Shouto: what happened to you?
Katsuki: Met a short girl today and called her short
Jirou: I’m telling you, he literally goes around looking for ways to die.
Katsuki: and before she hit me, she goes, “I’m the average height of below average height”.
Shouto: *cackling*
Izuku: *just walks in but over heard and is stunned*
Katsuki: I blast her and ask for her number.
Momo: where is it?
Katsuki: *lifts his phone* on here— oh shit yeah, and we stole each other’s phones
Class 1-A: …
Kaminari: and the problem is that they’re perfect for each other
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Where she's cursed with immortality so she chases around the reincarnations of her first love over and over again and this time it just happens to be a explosive blonde.
The summary for my newest one shot!
I'm very excited because I came up with this idea myself lmao
Will probably :
Contain some angst
Fluff
Aizawa being sick of y/n
Being a pro hero as a joke but this one kid thinks y/n's an actual hero
Take me like weeks to write lmao
Hopefully 3000+ words
Will definitely be 1000+ tho
Bakuhoe content
Everybody knows of y/n
Even Nezu my favourite rat
Crappy writing
If you're intrested, please keep an eye out!
I can add you to a taglist if you'd like.
Thank you for reading ehehe
Hopefully I don't take too long!
:D
Update 1 (4 days in) : I’ve currently written about 2,179 words 11,620 characters and I have an happy ending all set up! 
Update 2 (5 days in) : around 5000 words! got some angst going on so I’d say, at the very least, i’m a half way through!
HERE IT IS
~6500 words wtf ;’((( I’m so proud of myself
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Sugar Daddy!Bakugou x Reader Ch. 1
Okay soooo I had this written weeks ago but just needed to get it typed up and wasn’t sure if I wanted to post it without part two ready. I’m impatient though! So, here it is! This is more of an introduction into why our gremlin would be a sugar daddy, so hold tight guys, the second part gets into the actual sugar daddy nonsense. I also have plans to get saucy as the series continues, since I wasn’t originally planning on it turning into such a m o n s t e r. Also, the line I put in near the end is an actual thing someone has sent me before. Go figure. 
Btw, the reader’s quirk is based on my OC’s quirk, Energy Manipulation and Absorption, which she will explain in the second chapter, I promissssse. Enjoy!
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“Well how am I supposed to help you if you won’t even tell me your type?” “I don’t want your fucking help!” Bakugou huffs and increases his pace to avoid Kirishima’s persistent pout. Kirishima jutts his bottom lip out further. He honestly didn’t understand how his partner could be so fast and agile in such baggy pants. The two heroes continue walking through the city, on their usual patrol. It had been a relatively quiet day, only having calmed (threatened) a rather rowdy group they had strolled upon earlier in the day. Given how little there was to hold their attention, Kirishima filled the gaps with conversation. However, recently the topic had been circling back to Bakugou’s love life, which was, in Kirishima’s words, “almost more depressing than Denki’s.” The red head had been trying to goad Bakugou into giving him something to go off of so that he could help set him up with somebody. Of course, Bakugou objected. Kirishima was beside Bakugou in three long strides, silently thanking the Gods for the few inches over his friend in height. “Oh, c’mon man! You and I both know how lonely you are—” “I’m not lonely! I don’t need annoying people to fill my time. You do that enough,” Bakugou snapps harshly, refusing to meet Kirishima’s eyes. “Bro, listen,” Kirishima steps out to block Bakugou’s path, left hand raised in a placating gesture. Bakugou’s fists clench at his sides as he levels Kirishima with a ferocious glare, teeth clenched. Despite his hostile posture, he makes no move to push his partner out of the way. “The last time you tried to date someone it didn’t go that well,” Bakugou growls.
“But! I think you’ve let that discourage you! You should try getting back out there, man. You don’t know who you could be missing out on.” Kirishima gave a small, reassuring smile. Bakugou scoffs and crosses his arms. He casts his glare aside and notices a few people around them. Already tired eyes catch a couple of women who were watching the two of them from across the street, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. “You really aren’t going to leave me alone about this, are you shitty hair?” he rumbles lowly. Kirishima shakes his head vigorously, not unlike a 5 year old denying that they broke their toy. Bakugou sighs dramatically. “I’m not about to have this conversation here.” He accentuates his statement by glancing back to the women across the street, who now scurry off at the heated look he sends their way. Kirishima’s carmine eyes light up. “You mean you’ll actually talk to me ab—” “Yes, alright?” Bakugou hisses. “Just— later. And you can’t keep bugging me about it after that!” The ash blond punctuates his statement with a gloved finger shoved into Kirishima’s broad chest. He only grins, nodding his head before stepping to Bakugou’s side and throwing a hand across his shoulders. “Excellent! I have this idea…” “Shitty hair—” Bakugou’s warning tone is interrupted by the shrill whine of an alarm. Both men snap their heads up to see a storefront about two blocks down blow out in a spray of glass, three figures jumping out and bolting away from the now wailing alarm. “Fucking finally!” Bakugou roars, feet already carrying him in a spring, Kirishima hot on his heels.
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“I’m sorry, I know this isn’t the last thing you want to do today but he’s too new. If he ruins another experiment I’ll throw him in the pressure chamber.” You sigh through your nose, setting your coffee on the cafe table. “I’m in town right now, so it’ll be at least fifteen minutes before I could get there.” You press your shoulder against the phone so that you can shake the two sugar packets, ripping the tops and pouring them into the black coffee while your coworker continues to grumble on the other line. “You’ve got to give him a chance, Aki, he’s only an undergrad. He doesn’t know just how serious our work is.” A sound between a laugh and something offended has you pulling the phone away from your ear quickly. “Why not have him do some observation, keep him busy with recording data or something?” you suggest, smiling to the barista as you shoulder open the door. “What, and have him mess up the numbers? I don’t think so!” Aki yells. You roll your eyes. You thoroughly enjoyed your days away from the lab, but always felt anxious for the disaster group that were your coworkers, worried about what they were up to while you were gone. Too many times had you come back to a poorly hidden disaster or a professor greeting you to explain what new things your lab had been banned from doing or using. “It’s just reading numbers and writing it down. He can’t be any worse than you and that radiologist from Ikeda’s lab.” You sipped your coffee to hide the smug smile spreading across your face in response to your coworker’s sputtered response. “That was only once and we paid for the damage!” You laugh. “Still. Why do I need to go in anyway? I’m not coming in on my day off just to babysit the intern.” You really put up with far too much, more than a supervisor should without bringing in your bosses, but it was never anything you couldn’t handle yourself. You would likely die trying to fix your lab partners’ mistakes before getting the Dean involved. They may run you ragged but you’d never put the lab and your chance to conduct research in jeopardy. “It took three of us to set this experiment up, and not counting the shit inter there’s only one other person in the lab.” “I don’t get paid enough for this,” you grumble into your coffee. “I’ll owe you!” Aki singsongs. With another eyeroll, you hum into the speaker. “Fine, fine, I should be on the train in li—” A loud rumbling draws your attention away from your phone. You and the pedestrians around you look down the street, where the sound of explosions and screeching metal grew louder. You ignore your coworker’s yelling, stepping off of the sidewalk to get a glimpse around the street corner. Another explosion shakes the ground beneath your feet, almost throwing you off balance. You watch people run away from the right side of the street but being 10 meters away you were unable to see the actual force behind the tremors. Your curiosity had always posed a problem for you. Plenty of broken bones and burns and disciplinary action growing up has only proven how dangerous the depths of your inquisitive nature can be. Most people in this situation would follow the crowd and put self-preservation first. You couldn’t be most people if you actually made an effort. So, as bodies brushed past you and orange light flickers across the glass of the office buildings across the intersection, you push forward. Just to see, you tell yourself. You had only moved forward a few steps before a loud crack shocks her into stillness. Glancing up, your (e/c) eyes go wide, the skyscraper on the corner beginning to bow out at the 10th floor, glass cracking and bursting from the pressure, two floors above and below the point of tension suddenly bared to the open sky. The corner beam of the building rips away, split at the place where it bowed out. The piece that meets the ground whips out and down, arching and then reaching around the side where all of the commotion seems to come from, and effectively out of sight. A strong impulse tells you to get just a little closer, to watch whatever mayhem was unfolding so near, but before you can take a step, you hear a scream above you. On the 11th floor, the room that was once a corner office is now destroyed, the floor falling. The floor flaps down, desk sliding with gravity until it tumbles out, landing with a loud crash on the pavement. You, however, only see the person clutching onto the disconnected floor, legs kicking around in panic. You look around to find the street fairly empty. Not only of people, but of heroes. “Please don’t get caught,” you mutter under your breath, slipping your phone into your back pocket before dashing forward.
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“Stay still, you bastard!” Bakugou propels himself forward in the air, heat blanketing the exposed skin of his neck and the back of his shoulders and forearms. After giving chase, he and Kirishima had taken two bank robbers down with ease. The third, however, proved to be a challenge. His quirk had something to do with manipulating metal, and Bakugou was absolutely fed up with being smacked by lampposts and narrowly avoiding cars. The fucker had even managed to throw a manhole cover at the explosive hero and Bakugou really wasn’t looking forward to the resulting bruise on his shin. The criminal kept dipping between different streets to throw him off, but Bakugou was locked on, refusing to lose him. Bakugou shoots forward with another blast from palms open to the world whipping past him. Like this, he was easily gaining on his target, who ran on foot. The man checks behind him at the rapidly approaching blasts, panic in his eyes and the set of his jaw. Swiftly, he throws his left arm out and his hand shakes, but he never slows his pace. Bakugou was so close. Another blast and he brings his knees up closer to his chest, a wicked grin curling at his limps as he aims his body at the criminal. Creaking and shattering drew Bakugou’s eyes up, barely catching the steel beam swinging out from a building and right at him. His eyes widen and his palms shoot out, detonating just in time to push him back from the beam. He lands harshly but keeps his footing and is running in a matter of seconds. He sees the criminal pushing himself up, likely having been thrown over from the blast. He’s almost to his feet when Bakugou comes up behind him and slams one gauntlet-clad arm across his back. The man grunts as he goes down. Bakugou grabs the man’s hands and keeps them in a vice grip in one hand, the other reaching back for the quirk-nullifying cuffs. “You’re gonna regret running.” He barely has them out of his belt when there’s a loud scream. Bakugou looks up to see a desk fall through the air to the left of him. A shoulder bag follows, and his vermilion eyes shoot up to catch legs dangling from the corner of the building the villain destroyed. “Shit!” he yells, slapping the cuffs onto the villain, harshly in his haste. He takes two steps away from the man with a threat to stay put, palms aimed at the ground and ready to blast him into the air, but before he can even get a spark going, he sees [h/c] hair just to the right. It takes him a moment to realize it’s a person. A person jumping through the air. Is that a civilian?! He watches her gaining altitude, knees curling up to her chest, arms aimed out, and she lands, ungracefully, on the floor below the person dangling. Now that Bakugou has moved he can see the floor falling out and the person’s failing hold on the edge of it. Bakugou blinks, realizing that he’s just standing there watching this. He’s a hero for fuck’s suck! He runs closer to the mess of glass and office decoration. Bakugou get a better look at their position: from the way the floor sags down if the civilian feel they’d clip the edge of the floor below them, but it would be likely it would also fall in with the force of their fall. There was also a chance of them tumbling over the side with the momentum. The woman stands straight and reaches up to the person with both arms, speaking to them, but Bakugou can’t hear her from this distance. The person turns their head to look at her and he’s sure they respond before the woman bends her knees as if bracing herself. Bakugou’s hear pounds in his chest, and then the person lets go and tumbles into the woman’s awaiting arms.
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You hadn’t thought farther than making it onto the 10th floor. Your landing had been met with an unsteady surface, the floor beneath your very feet warning of impending collapse. Anxiety inflates in your chest, wind whipping at the hem of your shirt, hair brushing your shoulders and you are distantly thankful you put your hair up on the way out of your apartment this morning. The person before you whimpers, clutching as tight as they can to the carpet, fingers drained of color with the strain. You step closer to them. “Hey,” you try not to yell and startle them, but the wind whistling past the maw of destroyed glass makes it harder to hear anything. The person tenses. “Oh my Gods, please help me.” It comes out as a sob and your chest tightens. You take a deep breath and take another step closer, arms spread out before you in an almost welcoming gesture. You quickly eye the space behind you from your peripheral, where the floor begins to bow in at the point where it once met a corner and now meets the city air. “Listen, I’m right behind you. You’re going to have to let go and fall back into my arms. I promise, I will catch you.” Promise? You purse your lips at your own choice of words. The person turns their head as much as they can to see you, eyebrows furrowed, tear tracks obvious on their cheek now. “O-okay. Please don’t drop me…” They turn their head back and tighten the grip of their aching hands momentarily. You bend your knees, ready to brace yourself for the weight. You hate your impulsive nature but remain thankful for the nature of your quirk. “Ready.” She yells. When you feels the person’s weight hit you, you absorb the force of them throwing themselves backwards, but still stumble back somewhat, right foot sliding and lodging itself in the gap between the floor and the steel frame, which gives a low groan at the force you unknowingly put out in your panic. Arms securely around the person’s waist, you glance back to check your foot placement. The floor that had been dislodge from the frame is sagging in more with the pressure of your weight pressing right into its weakest point. “Now what?” the person asks, sounding winded. “HEY!” You startle, craning your neck further to find the source of the shouting. Your breath catches in your throat as you spot a hero. Not just any hero, but Ground fucking Zero. You let go of the person and turn to fully face him, brushing away the hair that blows into your eyes. Below, Ground Zero is walking up, kicking glass aside. “What the fuck are you doing?” he yells. His arms hang at his sides as best they can with the gauntlets he wears, shoulders bunched up and what you know to be his signature scowl pulling at his lips. “Uh, well, I –“ you try fishing for an excuse, but are cut short by the jolt of the floor under your feet. The added weight of another person and support of the building’s frame quickly disconnecting have you struggling to think fast. You hear Ground Zero curse but can’t decipher it, not that you’re focusing much on it. “Jump!” You look back at the hero as he walks closer. The person grips your arm tightly. “W-what?!” they squawk at him. “Fucking jump! You did it before, didn’t you?” His tone is impatient, but you feel the anxiety hidden behind it, mirrored in the way your knees tremble slightly. “But that’s t-ten stories!” You bite your lip and glance to the person holding to your arm deathly tight, a tremor running through their body. “Hey,” you start softly. Their wide eyes cut over to you. “Don’t worry. I caught you. That man down there is a pro hero, so if I can catch you then you have nothing to worry about.” The frenzied look does not leave their eyes. “Come on!” Ground Zero barks. You look at him, then back to the person. “It’s okay,” you say before reaching one foot forward and bracing it on the empty frame. You push slightly to test its strength and hear the slightest protest from the floor beneath you. “Step up here, I’ll keep you steady.” The person lets out a sound somewhere close to a sob, shakily moving after a moment’s hesitation. They step up, both hands holding yours so tight you feel your bones creak. You keep your other foot on the increasingly unstable floor to provide yourself balance as you keep the terrified person steady. Ground Zero holds out his arms, and he looks ready to dash whatever way he needs to receive the civilian safely. You nod to them, and it’s still another minute before they let go of your hands and leap out. Ground Zero moves forward and locks his knees as they land in open arms. He ends up falling back onto his ass, but the person scurries to their feet and offer to help him up. The blond hero brushes them aside and hops to his feet. “Your turn, lady.” Ground Zero rolls his shoulders, possibly to prepare himself for the next impact. You puff out a laugh. “I’m good.” As his face morphs into confused rage, you remove your foot from the floor, swing it out, and use the one on the frame to push off. You ignore the ‘what the fuck’ screamed at you and focus on your landing. Blacktop comes at you fast, and a breath away from landing you flex your toes out, energy dispersing through the movement and the pavement cracks shallowly beneath the front of your feet. Rolling to the heels, you gaze up to your right, only to find vermilion eyes boring down at your. Ground Zero must have gone to catch you but didn’t make it to you first. He’s less than an arm’s reach from you, heat rolling off of him, and you wonder if it’s from his exertion or his anger. “Are you fucking crazy?” he spits. You frown and cross your arms. “No,” you’ve barely turned to face him when he’s suddenly right in your face, teeth bared at you in a snarl. “You could’ve died up there. What kind of dumbass are you?” “Well, they could have died, and you weren’t here.” You snap back, angry at his scolding. Was he right? Of course. Were you going to admit that and roll over? Fuck no! You didn’t respond well to most authority unless you were paid to. Ground Zero growls, a retort heavy on his tongue. “Zero!” His head snaps to look over his shoulder, murder in his eyes. Red Riot now stands beside the villain Ground Zero had been chasing, holding him by a cuffed arm. The ash blond grumbles and turns back to the newest source of his annoyance, only to find the space in front of him empty. He frantically looks around. You have already made it to the end of the street, eager to avoid whatever the explosive man had to say. You look back, seeing the stunned and furious look on his face, and hive a wide smile and a waggle of your fingers before darting around the corner. Hopefully he wouldn’t give chase. You pull out your phone, dialing your coworker as you slip into the curious crowd of onlookers and flee the scene of your impromptu rescue.
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Bakugou slumps into the booth, arms crossed against his chest and a scowl hard-set on his features. After the fight, they’d talked to reporters, did the necessary paperwork, and all Bakugou had wanted after showering at the agency was to go home to his cat and zone out to nighttime television. Instead, Kirishima had talked him into (“harassed” as Bakugou had put it) going out and grabbing a drink. He had to admit that a drink would help ease the irritation from being shown up by some wannabe civilian. Of course, Kirishima had steered him to a bar near their apartments and when they approached a table the redhead had seemed set on, Bakugou was met with the familiar cackling of two of their friends. “Oi, what the fuck, shitty hair? I thought you said this was ‘winding down’?” Bakugou huffed as Kirishima slapped Sero on the back in greeting. “What? We know how to wind down,” Kaminari feigned offense, scooting further into the semi-circle booth and patting the now open seat beside him. “And it involves shots!” the blond cheered, Sero laughing in response. “He’s already two in.” Sero took a sip of his drink, obvious in his refusal to down it in one go. “You guys better catch up.” The challenge wasn’t subtle, Kirishima laughing and looking over to Bakugou. On any other day, he would have put up a fight, or made a bigger deal out of it than necessary before partaking. Instead, he reached out, snatched Sero’s glass and knocked it all back. Tequila was not on of his go-to’s, but he should’ve expected the tequila-based cocktail to be the ravenet’s choice. Not that it really mattered now that it was burning down his throat and putting a different kind of heat in his chest. Sero made a noise of complaint. Kirishima laughed and stood up from the booth while Bakugou finally dropped into his own and slumped into the seat. “Why don’t we grab some drinks for the table?” he grinned at Sero, who just sighed and waved his hand at the other two dismissively as he got up to join his muscly friend. Once out of sight, Kaminari leans across the table to squint at Bakugou. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” Bakugou slumps further into the seat. “Fuck off.” “You’re mighty grumpy.” “I’m always grumpy.” “But not like this.” Bakugou kicks his leg at Kaminari under the table, but the shorter man had anticipated it and pulls his legs up to sit cross-legged. “This is more like…like ‘someone wronged me and I’m pouting’ kind of grumpy.” Bakugou growls half-heartedly. “I don’t fucking pout.” Kaminari hums a disagreeing noise. “Sounds fake but okay. You didn’t deny the first part, though!” He smiles brightly, pressing his palms flat on the table and folds himself almost in half to lean closer. “So~ who kicked your cat, huh? “No one fu—” “Some woman from patrol.” Bakugou snaps his teeth at his partner as he and Sero approach the table with a tray of shot glasses. “Shut your damn mouth,” he hisses. “What’s this about a woman?” Sero quips cheekily, sliding in and pressing his shoulder to Kaminari’s, smile wide and sly. “Nothing.” “A civilian saved someone and totally blew him off.” Bakugou lets out an undignified sound. Kaminari leans back when Bakugou slaps his hand on the table. “Shut your shitty fucking mouth before I do for you.” He growls low at Kirishima. Said man pops down beside Sero after setting down the tray, laughing all the while like he hadn’t just been threatened. “Speaking of women,” Kaminari sets down an empty shot. Bakugou’s glare was almost exhausted. “how’s your shitty love life going?” “No, nope. I told you cocksuckers I wasn’t gonna tell you shit.” “Actually…” Bakugou looks over to Kirishima’s devilish smirk. “You said you would.” He sounds far too pleased with himself, Bakugou decides, and he has not drunk nearly enough to have this conversation with these idiots. “Not with dunce face and horse mouth.” With a sweeping gesture to them, both men frowning harshly. “We’re a delight!” Kaminari snaps, taking another shot and pushing one to Sero. The latter nods sagely before downing his. Bakugou swayed his bothered gaze over to his best friend. His resolve wavers at those puppy dog eyes. He grumbles and snatches a shot, knocking it back, followed by another. The ash blond slumps back into his seat and releases a heavy sigh. The three eager men watch Bakugou expectantly. After a long beat of silence, he snaps, “Well, I’m not starting this shit! If you want to know, you fuckers gotta ask.” He eyes another shot, debating how inebriated he could be without this conversation going all kinds of sideways. Kaminari immediately goes to speak, questions ready to burst forth, when Sero holds a hand out and looks pointedly to Kirishima. The redhead purses his lips and holds his chin, contemplation creasing his brow. Bakugou avoids the scrutinizing look and reaches for the drink Kaminari had set out for, enjoying the offended scoff he gets in return. Kirishima hums. “Okay, how about” why are you so scared to try dating again?” Bakugou scrunches his nose. “I’m not scared, you moron.” “Then what is it?” Kirishima looks as if this subject honestly concerned him, that empathetic shine in his eyes that Bakugou claims to hate so much. The other two merely raise their eyebrows at their grouchy friend. Bakugou crosses his arms over his chest and huffs, looking at the dried water ring on the table. It wasn’t that he just refused to think about it. It was quite the opposite, actually. He knew why he couldn’t date someone, what he regretted in his last relationship, what he missed, what he, dare he say it, feared about getting into something that he’d only ruin again. “I can’t,” Bakugou growls and clenches his fist. “I don’t have the time. I’m gonna be number one and I won’t date someone just to leave them alone all the time.” He purses his lips, feeling the warmth of the liquor hitting him and trying to puke his feelings out in front of this many people. “If I’m gonna be someone’s boyfriend then I’m gonna be the best, and I can’t do that with the way I’m working now.” Kaminari leans forward, face scrunched in an expression of disbelief. Bakugou briefly wonders how many of the empty glasses belong to the loudmouth beside him. “Dude, that’s way less irrational than I thought that would be.” Kaminari sits back to avoid the half-hearted swat from Bakugou. He leans on the table again and says, “Why not just find a friend with benefits or something?” Bakugou sneers. “I’m not looking for a quick fuck. I can take care of myself; I don’t need to rope somebody else in just to satisfy me. Or to spread rumors about my sex life.” “I think you actually offended him,” Sero looks from one blond to the other. “Okay well, what do you want from a relationship? Like, if you could have it without the commitment?” Kaminari asks. Bakugou curls his lip and jabs an accusing finger in his direction. “Are you saying I can’t do commitment?” Kaminari raises his hands in surrender. “What? No! Bro, now way I just—” “Katsuki,” said man turns to Kirishima, shoulders tense. “what were your favorite things about having a girlfriend?” He gives a soft smile, genuine, a weapon more efficient than any other when bargaining with the gremlin. Bakugou holds his glare, then exhales, whole body deflating and sinking into the booth. Kirishima remembers talking vaguely with his friend about this when Bakugou had initially started dating his now-ex. He’d been so much more relaxed an open (as much as he could be). Kirishima knew first hand that Bakugou took his role as boyfriend very seriously and enjoyed many aspects that came with it. He shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess,” he scratches the back of his head. “I liked getting to spoil her. Seeing her light up when I bought her gifts or taking her out to dinner and showing her off.” Bakugou frowns, suddenly thinking back to all of the dates he planned, the trips he planned and endless effort he put into making her happy. “I liked getting to treat her like a queen and making her feel good.” He gives a half smirk at the multiple meanings behind that last bit. “Just wish it hadn’t turned one sided…” it’s under his breath, but the three of them catch it. Before he can spiral any further through memories, Sero snaps his fingers. “Holy shit, Bakubro, you should be a Sugar Daddy!” Kaminari, mid-shot, snorts and coughs as the liquor comes out of his nose. Kirishima dissolves into laughter, wheezing and smacking his hand on the table. Bakugou goes from a look of pure shock to absolute fury. “Ex-fucking-scuse you, Tape Face?!” Sero waves his hand around as if remorseful, though the shit-eating grin says otherwise. “Hear me out!” Bakugou glares him down while the other two try pulling themselves together. Once Kirishima gets his breathing under control and Kaminari is wiping up the liquor from the table’s surface, Sero speaks again. “I have a friend, another pro, and he’s on this sugar daddy site. Don’t give me that look, just listen!” Bakugou rolls his eyes and tries to keep his features as neutral as he can manage. “He found a sugar baby and he says it works well for him. She’s his date to galas, she does all that publicity shit with him, and he pays for outfits, lets her buy shit, I think he even pays her rent.” “Do they sleep together?” Kaminari asks with a look of bewilderment. “I didn’t ask.” Sero holds his hands up in a shrug. “My point is, if you want to treat some girl like a queen but don’t want to date her, there’s women out there who would be beside themselves if THE Ground Zero said he wanted to spoil them.” He wants to yell at him. Tell him how stupid it is, how low it is, how he’d never do something so…sleazy. “Don’t people like that expect sex? It’s the same as paying for a prostitute and playin’ ‘Pretty Woman’.” Bakugou crosses his arms again. “I mean, some sugar daddies do. A lot, actually.” Sero says the last part under his breath. “But! Not everyone does, and not every sugar baby does, either. Each person has different needs, I guess.” Bakugou scoffs, willing another refusal to come to mind. “I don’t know, man. It might be worth it to check out.” Kirishima says, picking out a shot. Bakugou grumbles and looks at his phone to take his attention away. After a couple of minutes, the rest of the group catches on that he’s done with this conversation, and move along to other topics, laughing and yelling like drunken idiots in no time.
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You crouch down, pouring the cup of food into a ceramic bowl next to the fridge. The cup wasn’t even empty before you feel a wet nose against your elbow, then the weight of your dog leaning against your left side. You laugh and turn to pet the red heeler. He shoves you over, losing your balance and tumbling over, almost knocking into the water bowl. “Rōrupan, you naughty boy! You’re such a bully, you know that?” You scratch his scruff while the brindle dog scarfs down his kibble. You stand and walk to the dining table, opening up your laptop and typing in a webpage. You walk around the kitchen, pulling out leftovers and assembling some sort of meal before throwing it into the toaster oven. Once the timer was set, you sit down in front of your laptop and sigh. “What do we have today?” you ask aloud, briefly glancing at Rōrupan, who could care less. You scroll through four new messages and grumble at each of them. All were from men with no tact in their greetings, coming on way too strong, one even saying: “Any chance you’re interested in a tall, attractive, and well hung married man?” You snap your computer shut, not even bothering to browse tonight. You would put more effort into your search if you hadn’t gotten home only mere minutes ago. You had originally joined the site as a joke, not really putting any stock in sugar daddies and that sort of lifestyle. Browsing through your options, you laughed at half of the men, coming off as try-hards facing a mid-life crisis and wanting to splurge on someone other than themselves – or their wives. You expressly ignored anyone who made their married status known, having no desire to be some rich fuck’s side piece when he had a loving wife at home. In the few months you’d been on, though, you had managed to go on a few dates, completely paid for. One man had bought you a beautiful silver evening gown for the dinner date with him. A couple of men offered to give you an allowance, which you politely declined at the realization that you didn’t want to be a reoccurring presence with these men. You weren’t a materialistic person, by any means. Your apartment was a simple one bedroom with decent amenities. It was well decorated but most of it consisted of gifts from family or absolute steals you found while browsing thrift stores. You spent more money on your dog than yourself, most times. That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy gifts, though. Treating yourself was hard, but you absolutely lived for others tending to your needs and treating you better than most. You never looked too deep into that, ignoring the psychological implications of what led you here. Browsing may have sounded more enticing had your mind not been so occupied by one of your favorite heroes. You had dreamt so long of getting to meet the hothead, and this is not how you imagined it going down. You cursed your impulsive nature. This took the cake for “Dumbest Thing I’ve Done Because of My Cool Quirk”, which had previously been held by “The Tree Incident”, aka “The Reason I Can’t Bend My Left Leg All The Way”. You pull yourself from the table, grabbing your food and wandering into the living room. Setting the food down on the coffee table, you throw yourself onto the couch face first with a groan. He was so much dreamier up close, even when enraged. You turned your body to face away from the couch. Rōrupan trotted over, tongue lolling out of a perfect smile. You grab the throw pillow at your head and hug it to your chest. “You should have seen his eyes,” you complained to your pet. “Rōru, they could pin you in place all on their own.” Rōrupan plopped onto his rear and gave a dramatic yawn followed by a whiny rumble. “Don’t be rude,” you grumbled into the pillow. “If I see him again, I’ll DIE. He probably wants to kick my ass. Right now, I want to kick my OWN ass.” Your dog set you with a bored look. “I pulled some real vigilante shit today. You would be proud of me, bud.” You pull your head up and reach out for the still steaming plate. Sitting up, you furrow your brows and give a worried frown. “What if he tells a cop or something and they come looking for me? You’d starve without me, y’know.” At that Rōrupan leaves the room and retreats to his owner’s. You pout and huff loudly. “Let’s hope that doesn’t actually happen.”
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b-n-h-a-smash · 4 years
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Do you think you could do some headcanons with Izuku and Bakugou who’s s/o has a Samoyed for a pet? -UwU
Izuku
Izuku does all the geeky research in the world on samoyed
Realises there is nothing to fear and they are actually really sociable and adorable
He doesn’t get enough of playing with the dog
He even kind of co-parents her with you
Takes her out on walks or runs
She likes him a lot and licks his face all the time
You love hearing him giggle when that happens
Katsuki
Bakugou tries to act like he isn’t a sucker for the dog
Fails miserably
You have caught him plenty of times talking to her in a soothing voice and petting her
He gives her dog food when you are not looking
Won’t hesitate to take care of her if she is ever sick
GOD FORBID ANYONE TRIES TO MATE WITH HIS DAUGHTER
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avaxxlin · 1 year
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tough love || Bakugo x reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/290759852-tough-love-bakugo-x-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=avaxlin&wp_originator=tGyoQeg1YYLUdFaI8kjDh1YMBGBDLy0%2B7k%2BQ6shiHoWMn%2B8KDdDGvViU8Qi%2BXOugw2HrIUHboEWLQvoOgyTfUBWmQFgbKjvKaYsC9y4myZor8JiXZv03hS3vtfYHZr5l katsuki bakugo has been desperately in love with his best friend y/n aizawa since the young age of four but is too terrified to tell her in fear of rejection. while she reciprocates the same feeling doesn't realize how he feels no matter how obvious it is. izuku midoriya her childhood best friend feels the same way as bakugo even if he knows how she feels about the blonde-haired male bakugoxreaderxmidoriya started 11-12-21 picked back up 2/1/23 ended -/--/-- *rated mature for strong themes and language and possible smut*
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kcwritesbnha · 5 years
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“Ruin our friendship.” - Katsuki Bakugo X Fem!Reader
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This was def inspired by this song. its such a bop. Idk I came up w this in like 5 minutes its probably garbage but this song gave me a strong urge to write.
TYPE: Fluff??
WARNINGS: idk swearing ig lol
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Y/L/N and Bakugo had a relationship you couldn’t exactly explain.
Bakugo never outright said you were best friends. He acted with you as he did with Kirishima, only.. different. He tried to pretend that you didn’t phase him at all.
Everyone knew this wasn’t the case, seeing as if anyone even slightly degraded, teased, or hit on you, Bakugo was there, standing behind you with a scowl scary enough to murder toward the person offering you the comment.
He couldn’t even deny it himself, no matter how much he wanted to. He was overprotective.
“Bakugo! Wanna come to Karaoke night with the rest of us!?” Kirishima offered his friend cheerfully.
“Piss off.”
“Alright, alright,” Kirishima retreated with his hands up in surrender. “Y/L/N is coming, maybe her and I could do a duet~” Kirishima began to taunt Bakugo, knowing the end result.
“If you even stand as much as five feet from her I will put you six feet fucking under. I’m coming with.”
Kirishima had a knowing smirk on his face as him and the angry blonde walked side by side to meet everyone there.
“Is Y/L/N actually going or did you just spew some bullshit to make me come.”
Bakugo acted as if your presence didn’t make any difference in the world, but him and everyone else knew it did. He knew he wouldn’t bother to come to this stupid extra-get-together if you weren’t going to be there.
“I haven’t actually asked her, but I’m sure she’d love to! Text her and make sure.” Kirishima shrugged. Bakugo grunted in frustration at the unconfirmed situation before yanking his phone out of his pocket and quickly sending you a text.”
To: Shit face
“Go to this karaoke bullshit or I will seriously lose my fuckin mind.”
You responded within 5 minutes.
“Of course Katsuki, see you there.”
Bakugo let out a small sigh of relief, knowing at least you’d actually be there. He looked forward to making you laugh by whispering criticism against the others’ singing into your ear.
When the boys arrived, they found the rest of their classmates joined together at two tables put together to make one. Bakugo spotted you and immediately kicked Denki’s chair away from you and sliding another one over to sit next to you. Your chair was placed where he faced your back. He placed an arm against the back of your chair and immediately started distracting you from Mina’s singing to Party In the USA by leaning in close to your ear.
“I’m already fuckin’ bored. We don’t even live in the US.” He whispered immediately making you snort and start giggling. He smirked at your laugh in victory.
Mina had finished her song and everyone clapped. You offered a flirty whistle as she walked off the little stage. She faked being bombarded by paparazzi before she sat back down. “Alright! Who’s going next?” Mina asked the group.
“What did you get?” Bakugo asked you over your shoulder, gesturing to the bowl of food you had placed in front of you. You left half of it for Bakugo, knowing he’d refuse to get anything for himself and just eat off of whatever you got, so you ordered accordingly.
“Tan Tan Ramen.” You winked at him before pushing it toward him.
“No fuckin’ waaay.” he quietly gushed before snatching your chop sticks.
He took a bite and leaned his head back happily, before giving you the “This is fuckin’ dank” look. You laughed and shook your head at him before paying your attention back to the group. You noticed Jirou had decided to go next, you immediately shouted your support, knowing Jirou was already an amazing singer and she’d absolutely crush whatever song she chose.
She began singing Reputation By Joan Jett.
“Hell heah Jirouuu!” You shouted at her, making her stop to giggle before continuing.
In conclusion, Jirou kicked ass just as you expected and you jokingly rolled up a $5 and tossed it onto the stage.
“Y/L/N, your turn!” Ochako exclaimed excitedly. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.
“Woah, what? No!” You shook your head rapidly before feeling a slight nudge from blasty boi behind you. Upon hearing him imitate chicken noises behind you, you got up and took the microphone from Jirou.
“I hate you all.” You joked before stepping onto the stage and looking through the song list. You spotted one that made your eyes flicker to your explosive best friend, your explosive best friend that you were incredibly in love with.
You thought for a solid minute before deciding to say fuck it, and clicked on the song.
Worst case scenario, he doesn’t realize its toward him. Or, he’ll realize its about him and reject me.
Before you can change your mind, the song started.
Jenny, darling, you’re my best friend
But theres a few things that you don’t know of
Why I borrow your lipstick so often
I’m using your shirt as a pillow case
The chorus was about to begin, so you made sure to look your best friend right in his eyes.
I want to ruin our friendship
We should be lovers instead
I don’t know how to say this
Cause’ you’re really my dearest friend
You quickly brushed it off by doing a silly dance inbetween lyrics.
Bakugo, on the other hand. Wasn’t sure what to think. You looked right at him, what did that mean?
Regardless, he allowed himself to nod his head slightly to the beat of your song, almost his way of silently supporting you on stage. In his eyes, he’d be your number one fan.
The chorus came back, and here you were once again, staring him dead in his eyes as you danced.
I want to ruin our friendship
You very slightly gestured between the two of you with your hand.
We should be lovers instead
You nodded in agreement to the lyrics, eyes still locked on Bakugo’s, a nervous smile appearing on your face.
I don’t know how to say this
cause’ you’re really my dearest friend
He began to smirk slightly, finally coming to his conclusion that he was getting a little serenade.
When you finished your song, Kirishima and Kamanari took turns jokingly wolf howling. “Whaddya got to say about that blasty?!” Kirishima exclaimed, slapping a hand onto Bakugo’s back. Bakugo shoved his hand away quickly, not paying it too much mind as he watched you come back to your seat shyly, not saying anything to him as you were about to sit down. He quickly kicked your seat to the side and pulled you down onto his lap, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other resting on the table as he leaned into your ear, but this time felt different as his breath tickled your ear.
“Go on, ruin our friendship.”
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peachdesie · 4 years
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Why Did You Have To Lie (Bakugo x Reader) - Chapter 1(mine) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/bZxePJxs69 Bakugo and Y/N were BFF but one Y/N did suicide nobody knows why but she did leave a note. The note had blood on it, Bakugan he was gone he just got angrier and angrier but deep inside he was so sad but he can't go like this but he did for Y/N so he got in U.A but what happened when a girl came's to U.A and that girl look just like he's Y/N. A BIG truth and lie are revealed.
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bb-pluto · 4 years
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RUMOURS | 🖊 (on Wattpad) 
https://www.wattpad.com/story/208677230-rumours-%F0%9F%96%8A
"Rumours all around say her body is fantastic" 
"Yeah, the whispers all around say she has a reputation" 
🌹🌹🌹 
[L/N] [Y/N] is a new student at UA High School, starting there in her second year. Many rumours surrounded her due to an event that happened at her old school. But no one truly bothered to ask her if the rumours were true. 
[ bakugo x chubby reader ]
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