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Sneak Attack
Plot: Bakugou’s tough demeanor at UA is constantly challenged by YN’s unintentional act of kindness, slowly revealing a softer side of him.
Bakugou and YN were classmates at UA High, but Bakugou found himself in an unusual problem whenever he was around YN. She had this knack for doing adorable things without realizing it, like smiling brightly or being naturally kind. For Bakugou, who was known for his tough exterior and explosive temper, this was a constant source of flustering embarrassment.
Whenever YN would smile at him or innocently compliment his achievements, Bakugou's face would turn red. He'd often snap at her, "Damn you and your sneak attack! I told you to stop it!" YN would always look confused because she had no idea what he meant.
One day, during a training exercise, YN accidentally tripped and Bakugou, being nearby, rushed to help her up. She thanked him with a genuine smile, and Bakugou, caught off guard by her sweetness, mumbled something incomprehensible before storming off, his face as red as his explosions.
Bakugou clenched his fists as he watched YN effortlessly help a lost kitten down from a tree during lunch break. Her gentle smile and soft-spoken reassurances to the scared animal made Bakugou's heart skip a beat. As she returned, unaware of his gaze, Bakugou grumbled under his breath.
"Darn it, YN! Stop being so damn... nice!"
YN tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? What did I do now, Bakugou?"
"Nothing! Forget it!" Bakugou snapped, turning away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.
Later that week, during a training session, Bakugou and YN found themselves partnered together for a sparring exercise. YN, always cheerful and supportive, encouraged Bakugou as they strategized.
"You've got this, Bakugou! Just like we practiced!"
Bakugou couldn't help but feel a surge of determination fueled by her unwavering belief in him. As they fought side by side, he noticed YN's effortless grace and quick reflexes, which complemented his explosive power perfectly.
After a successful round, YN beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with pride. "See? We make a great team!"
Bakugou grunted in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he turned away, muttering something about needing to train harder.
As the school year progressed, Bakugou found himself seeking out YN's company more often, whether it was for study sessions or casual chats. Each time he saw her smile or heard her laugh, Bakugou's heart raced uncontrollably. It was infuriating how easily she could affect him.
One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, YN approached Bakugou with a bottle of water and a concerned expression. "Are you okay, Bakugou? You pushed yourself really hard today."
Bakugou scoffed but accepted the water nonetheless. "I'm fine. Just need to work on a few things."
YN nodded understandingly, then surprised Bakugou by gently patting his shoulder. "You're doing great, Bakugou. Don't be so hard on yourself."
Bakugou felt a warmth spread through him at her words, and he found himself blurting out, "Damn it, YN! You're always doing this!"
YN blinked in confusion. "Doing what?"
"Sneak attacking me with your... your kindness!" Bakugou's face flushed crimson, but he met YN's gaze with a rare vulnerability in his eyes.
YN's confusion melted into a soft smile. "Oh, Bakugou... I didn't realize."
Before Bakugou could react further, YN leaned in and hugged him briefly, catching him completely off guard. Bakugou stiffened for a moment before tentatively returning the hug, his heart pounding in his chest.
From that day on, Bakugou gradually became more comfortable showing his softer side around YN. They shared moments of laughter, understanding, and occasional bickering that only brought them closer together.
As graduation day approached, Bakugou found himself standing nervously in front of YN, a small box in his hands. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a hundred times in his head, but now, his mind went blank.
YN tilted her head, smiling gently. "What's on your mind, Bakugou?"
Bakugou took a deep breath, then blurted out, "I... I like you, YN. More than just a friend."
YN's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with happiness. "Oh, Bakugou..."
Before she could say anything else, Bakugou quickly opened the box to reveal a small pendant shaped like an explosion, symbolizing their time together at UA High.
"I know it's not much," Bakugou muttered, suddenly feeling awkward.
YN took the pendant delicately in her hands, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "It's perfect, Bakugou. Thank you."
Bakugou scratched the back of his head, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well... don't get used to me being all mushy like this."
YN laughed, a sound that warmed Bakugou's heart like nothing else. "I wouldn't dream of it, Bakugou."
As they walked hand in hand towards their future, Bakugou couldn't help but feel grateful for YN's persistent kindness that had turned his world upside down in the best possible way. And amidst all the explosions and challenges they faced, their love continued to grow, strong and steady like Bakugou's unwavering resolve.
Lip Gloss
Plot: Bakugou kisses YN daily for her lip gloss, making others feel single.
credit to @cashmoneyyysstuff
It was a bright morning, and class was about to start. YN walked up to the classroom door, feeling the usual excitement in her chest. She had just applied a new flavor of lip gloss, one she knew Bakugou would notice.
As soon as she got to the door, Bakugou was already there waiting for her. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, tasting the sweet flavor. It was strawberry today. He hummed in satisfaction, smirking as he pulled away.
“Strawberry, huh? Tastes good,” said Bakugou with a sly grin.
YN felt her cheeks heat up but smiled softly. "You always know, don’t you?"
“Of course, I do,” he replied, brushing a thumb over her lips. "It’s like a daily check."
Their classmates, who were all watching from their seats, couldn't help but stare. Kirishima nudged Kaminari, shaking his head with a laugh. "Man, Bakugou really does this every day, huh?"
"Right in front of us too," said Kaminari, feeling a little jealous.
Mina sighed, leaning back in her chair. "They make us all look so single. It’s not fair!"
Bakugou shot them a look, his arm still around YN. "What are you extras lookin’ at?"
"Nothing, nothing," they all quickly muttered, looking away.
YN couldn’t help but giggle as Bakugou gave her one last smirk before leading her into the classroom. He didn’t care what anyone thought. As long as he got his morning kiss—and a taste of her lip gloss—everything was right in his world.
Photo Repair
Plot: YN tears a photo in anger. Bakugou repairs it, leading to making up.
It had been a rough day. Bakugou and YN stood across from each other, tension thick in the air. Their argument, which started small, had blown up bigger than either of them expected. YN, feeling frustrated and upset, grabbed a photo of the two of them—a happy memory—and tore it in half.
Bakugou’s eyes widened as he watched the photo fall to the floor in pieces. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t yell. He just stared at the torn pieces, his heart sinking. YN stormed out, feeling a mix of anger and regret, but at that moment, her emotions were too strong to turn back.
Hours passed, and the silence between them grew louder. YN sat on the couch, hugging her knees, replaying the fight in her head. She hadn’t meant to go that far, especially with the photo. It was a special moment, and tearing it felt like tearing a part of their bond.
Bakugou eventually walked into the room, quieter than usual. Without saying a word, he grabbed the pieces of the photo from the floor and sat at the table. YN watched as he pulled out some tape and began patiently fixing the picture. He wasn’t angry anymore, just focused, as if repairing the photo would repair what had happened between them.
His hands moved carefully, lining up the edges and smoothing out the tape. YN’s heart softened as she saw the gentle look in his eyes. She stood up and slowly walked over to him, guilt pressing down on her chest.
“Bakugou…” she started, her voice barely a whisper.
He looked up at her, pausing for a moment. “I’m not mad, you know,” he said quietly. “You didn’t have to rip it, though.”
“I know,” YN said, sitting beside him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I get it. We both got worked up.”
There was a long pause, the kind that felt like everything was falling back into place. YN watched him finish taping the last piece of the photo, and her heart swelled at the sight of his quiet determination.
“You’re really fixing it,” YN said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Bakugou smirked, his usual confidence returning. “Well, someone has to fix it after you ruined it, right?”
YN laughed, a light sound that made Bakugou’s heart feel a little lighter. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“We’ll be okay,” he muttered, still looking at the now-fixed photo. “We always are.”
“Yeah,” YN whispered, squeezing his hand back, “we will.”
The Only Exception
Plot: Bakugou hates everyone but YN, the only one who softens his tough exterior.
Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t known for his friendliness. In fact, the opposite was true. He was brash, loud, and always seemed to have a scowl on his face. Most people avoided him, and that was exactly how he liked it. Except for one person: YN.
No one could understand how someone like YN, always smiling and filled with sunshine, could handle someone as explosive as Bakugou. It didn’t make sense. Bakugou seemed to hate everyone, but for some reason, when it came to YN, his attitude completely shifted.
The moment YN entered the common room, his eyes softened. She bounced in, her usual cheerful self, waving to everyone in the room.
“Hey, guys!” she called out, her smile lighting up the space. Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima waved back, used to her bright personality.
Mina leaned in and whispered to Kirishima, “Watch. He’s gonna melt the second she talks to him.”
Sure enough, YN walked over to Bakugou, who was slouched on the couch, arms crossed and glaring at the TV. His scowl softened just slightly as she approached.
“Hey, Katsuki,” she said softly, sitting down beside him.
“Tch, what do you want?” he grumbled, but there was no bite to his words. In fact, he shifted slightly, making more room for her to sit closer.
She grinned. “Just wanted to see what you were up to.”
He huffed, his eyes still glued to the screen. “I’m watching a stupid show ‘cause these extras can’t pick a decent channel.”
“Hey!” Kaminari called out from across the room, clearly offended. “This show is awesome!”
Bakugou ignored him, his focus still on YN. She just laughed and leaned into his side. To everyone else, Bakugou was intimidating and aggressive. But with YN, it was like he was a completely different person.
“Wanna get some fresh air?” she asked, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.
He glanced at her for a moment, then shrugged. “Whatever. I was getting sick of sitting around with these idiots anyway.”
As they stood up, the rest of the group exchanged knowing looks. Bakugou had always been protective of YN, and while he seemed to hate everyone else, it was clear to everyone that he was softer when she was around.
Once they were outside, YN breathed in deeply, enjoying the cool air. Bakugou walked beside her, his hands shoved into his pockets. His usual tense expression had eased, and he glanced at her every so often as if making sure she was okay.
“You’re the only one who gets away with making me do stupid stuff like this,” he muttered under his breath.
YN smiled, nudging him playfully. “That’s because you secretly love it.”
He scoffed but didn’t deny it. She had a way of breaking down the walls he built around himself, and he didn’t mind it when it was her.
They walked in comfortable silence for a while until YN suddenly stopped. “Katsuki?”
“Hm?” He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow.
“Why are you so different with me?”
The question seemed to catch him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. His usual bravado faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”
“You’re…kinder. I mean, not to everyone, but with me, you don’t act the same.”
Bakugou looked away, his jaw tightening as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, he let out a sigh. “Because you’re different.”
She blinked, surprised by his answer. “Different how?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly frustrated with himself. “You’re not annoying like the rest of them,” he muttered. “You don’t piss me off. I don’t feel like I have to be on guard with you.”
YN smiled softly, stepping closer to him. “So, you don’t hate me?”
He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched slightly, like he was holding back a smile. “No, idiot. You’re the only one I don’t hate.”
Her heart fluttered at his words, and before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Bakugou stiffened for a moment, not used to physical affection like this, but then he relaxed, his arms hesitantly wrapping around her.
“Tch, you’re such a pain,” he mumbled, though his hold on her tightened ever so slightly.
YN just grinned into his chest. “You love it.”
And though he would never admit it out loud, she knew he did.
Beach Day
Plot: Bakugou and YN enjoy a fun, relaxing day together at the beach, making simple moments special.
It was a sunny day, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as Bakugou and YN arrived at the beach. The golden sand stretched out before them, and the sparkling ocean seemed to call their names. YN immediately smiled, excited to feel the soft sand between her toes, while Bakugou gave the water a wary glance.
“C’mon, Bakugou! You love the beach,” YN said, grinning as she ran ahead, throwing her towel down on the sand.
“Tch, I like the beach, not the water,” Bakugou grumbled, following after her at a slower pace. He loved the calm of being near the ocean, but swimming wasn’t really his thing.
YN giggled, understanding. She knew how much Bakugou adored the outdoors, but getting him in the water was a rare sight. “Wait right here,” she said, running off toward one of the nearby beach shops.
Bakugou furrowed his brows but sat down on the towel, watching as YN darted off. He crossed his arms, leaning back on his elbows as the sun warmed his skin. The sound of the waves was nice, but he couldn’t deny that he was getting bored just sitting there.
After a few minutes, YN returned, a huge smile on her face as she hid something behind her back.
“What’s with that grin?” Bakugou asked, raising a brow.
“I got you something! You said you don’t like the water, so I figured you’d need something else to do.” YN pulled out a small, bright yellow toy excavator—complete with a remote control—from behind her back. “Ta-da! You can dig around in the sand with it. It even has a controller!”
Bakugou blinked, staring at the toy and its controller. “Are you serious?”
YN nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! You can make it dig, move sand, and build little sand mountains with it. Just like a real excavator. Trust me, it’ll be fun!”
Bakugou stared at the toy for a moment, looking between it and YN’s hopeful expression. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Maybe, but I bet you’ll like it.” YN winked before plopping down next to him, pushing the controller into his hands.
He grumbled but took the remote. At first, he simply poked at the sand with the excavator, unsure of what to do. But after a few moments, he started driving it around, making little piles and scooping up sand. YN watched him, a soft smile on her face as Bakugou gradually got into it.
“Look at you, Mr. Excavator Expert,” YN teased, leaning over to give him a playful nudge.
“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, but there was no bite in his tone. Instead, he kept playing with the toy, maneuvering it to make small sand hills and trenches with precision.
YN laughed, watching the normally tough and serious Bakugou focus on his tiny remote-controlled excavator. It was so simple, but so adorable. She couldn’t help but snap a quick picture of him, saving it for later.
After a while, Bakugou paused, catching her sneaky move. “Oi, what’re you taking pictures for?”
“Just a cute memory,” YN said with a grin. “You look so happy with your toy excavator.”
Bakugou scoffed, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “Whatever.” He reached out and pulled YN closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. “Next time, we’re getting you a toy. I’m not gonna be the only one playing.”
YN giggled, resting her head on his shoulder as they both looked out at the waves. “Deal. As long as you keep having fun.”
Bakugou smirked and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make this a habit.”
“Too late,” YN whispered, giggling as Bakugou gave her a playful side-eye.
The two spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sand, Bakugou occasionally using the excavator and its controller to dig around while YN watched, basking in the warmth of the sun and the cuteness of the moment.
Soft for You || Katsuki Bakugou
Bakugou never thought he’d go soft for anyone. He was the loud, explosive hero-in-training, known for his harsh words and even harsher glares. But somehow, YN had managed to sneak past all that.
They weren’t dating, even though Bakugou secretly wished they were. He didn’t know when it started, but every time YN was around, he became softer. He found himself being nicer, more patient—even calm, which his friends noticed right away.
“Bakugou, you good?” Kirishima asked one afternoon, catching him staring at YN as she worked on a project across the room.
Bakugou grunted, eyes still on YN. “I’m fine. Mind your business.”
Truth was, he wasn’t fine. YN had him wrapped around her finger, and she didn’t even know it. Every time she walked by with that sweet smile, his heart would speed up. And every time she talked to him, he’d stumble over his words, trying to act like he wasn’t totally into her.
“Hey, Bakugou, can you help me with this?” YN asked kindly, holding up a paper.
He blinked at her, feeling his face heat up. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, walking over and trying to keep his hands steady as he took the paper from her. He was surprisingly gentle, leaning in closer than he usually would.
“Thanks, Bakugou!” she said, smiling brightly.
That smile. It was killing him. He couldn’t help but soften even more. “Tch, whatever,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets, trying to act cool.
But YN didn’t notice. She was too focused on her work to see how Bakugou’s whole attitude changed when she was around, how his voice got quieter, how his eyes followed her every move. To her, Bakugou was still the same loud, hot-headed classmate.
He watched her walk away, chewing the inside of his cheek. How does she not see it? he thought. Bakugou had no clue how to tell her how he felt. All he knew was that every time YN smiled or laughed, his world felt a little better, and he wanted to protect that.
Later, while YN was sitting at the lunch table with her friends, Bakugou quietly came over. He casually placed an extra juice box by her tray. “You forgot to grab one,” he muttered, barely looking at her.
YN blinked in surprise. “Oh, thanks, Bakugou! I didn’t even notice.” She smiled again, completely missing the fact that he had been paying attention to her all along.
Kirishima nudged him. “Dude, you’re so into her.”
“Shut up,” Bakugou hissed, but he didn’t deny it.
If only YN could see it. But for now, Bakugou was happy just being around her, hoping one day she’d realize how he’d do anything for her—how he was already falling for her, one soft moment at a time.
i’m here
pairings: katsuki bakugou x reader
summary: you have a horrible nightmare and you just can’t help but go and check on him.
warnings: cursing! fluff, crying, semi angst? i think, SHORT
notes: i had written this as comfort after THAT recent chapter in the manga lmao,, i think this one was actually my first bakugou fic.
『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』
“katsuki!” you sit up in your bed with a start, tears running down your face as you desperately tried to catch your breath. you looked out the glass sliding doors as the glow of the moon provided your only source of light.
your breath began to pick up, making you clutch your chest. you threw off your covers and ran out of your room and down the hall, gasping and covering your mouth to try and not wake the others.
you unlocked his door with a choked out spell and entered his room, making your way over to his bed quickly. he looked so peaceful, so still. was he breathing? oh god what if-
you crawled onto him as you frantically checked for a pulse, waking him up, hands ready and lit with explosions at being woken up by someone on top of him. you didn’t flinch at the bits of his explosion that managed to hit you, only staring down at him, eyes wide and wet.
“what the? what the fuck are you doing?” he asks looking up at you, immediately deactivating his quirk and gently holding your arms. “god, you’re alive.” you sigh, feeling his racing heartbeat under your hand on his chest.
“are you gonna tell me what you’re doing crying and feeling me up at... 3 in the morning?” he asks, arching a brow at you. you look at him through your bangs and his breath hitches at your sorrowful look.
“i... im sorry, it’s stupid, i should go.” you say throwing your leg back over him and about to slide off his bed, only for him to grab your arm. “if it made you cry and come to my room like a fucking child then it had to be something.” he says both insulting you and concerned for you.
“i just... i had a dream, and in that dream you-” you began only to be cut off by a sob, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a fresh batch of tears began to roll down your face.
“stop crying. i’m right here you shitty girl.” he says grabbing your wrist and splaying your hand over his heart. you could feel his hard muscles through his undershirt, but the more important thing was,
“my heart. see? it’s beating. i’m alive, dumbass.” he says sitting up and pulling you into a hug, that in which you clutched onto his shirt tightly, making it very uncomfortable for bakugou, but at that moment he knew you needed it.
“i was so scared. it felt so real.” you sobbed into his neck, the boy feeling your tears roll down your face and onto his skin. he comfortably held the back of your head while the other wrapped around torso, pulling your body against his.
“i’m here. even when i’m not.” he says gently into your ear as you hold onto him tighter and cry. “i love you katsuki.” you say making him hold you tighter.
“i love you too.”
Just can’t stop thinking about sleepy y/n at katsuki’s friends house or a party
Literally just can’t help herself she’s just so sleepy so she’s basically dragging herself over to her boom boom boy that’s sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand occasionally bringing it up to take a sip while he listens to kirishima talk about patrolling.
He just looks so attractive and kissable and she’s now planting herself at his feet cuddling in to his leg leaving the girl group behind but of course that doesn’t last long cause she’s being scoped up and off the floor letting a little whine out but then she’s planted into his lap and she’s snuggling into his chest. He’s putting his drink aside just so he can squeeze her close
“Tired sweets?” he’s mumbling into her hair stroking her arms and running his hands through her hair. She can’t help but let out little moans, “mmhm” and she’s sighing into him relaxing completely. She can’t help but feel whole as she falls asleep in the arms of the one she loves most. “We’ll go home soon baby” he kisses into her hair ,his friends can’t help but coo at the sight of you asleep in your boyfriends strong beefy arms. They all catch up for a while and your asleep the whole time no one bothered, just safe and warm in the the number 2 pro’s arms.
Bakugou Katsuki is a nape holder because he told me so it's canon.
His hand is big and heavy and a sense of protection coax’s your body every time he lays it on the nape of your neck. It makes the air thick with possession and you love it. He does it mostly in public. He usually has you in front of him where he can see you , his hand guiding you through crowds with endless amount of people (he knows how anxious you get around crowds). He does it when your at events and other pro hero’s start to get too close to you, he’ll start to play with the baby hairs there, then he’ll pull you into his body by the hips with his free hand. He’ll just hover there, moving his hand from the nape of your neck to your throat so he can run his nose up and down the side. He’ll stare them directly in the eyes as he places kisses where his nose previously was, and then to finish it off he’ll lick a longggg stride up your neck and then suck at where your jaw and ear meets. All while his sweetness is bright red and frozen in their spot with slick running down their thighs.
Tone It Down | K. Bakugou | Drabble
pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader
synopsis: y/n's music interrupts bakugou's studying
word count: 315
warnings: swearing but other than that just a bunch of fluff!
type: fluff, drabble
a/n: so for my first writing on here, i decided to do some general fluff. bakugou and y/n aren't dating yet in this little drabble!
Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance. Every night this week without fail Y/n's music kept him up past his bedtime. With midterms coming up he couldn't afford to miss out on studying nor on his sleep. Deciding not to put up with it anymore, he aggressively closed his notebook. He didn't bother to close his chair in as he reached for the door and slammed it as he walked out.
He marched right up to Y/n's door. Loud banging erupted in the dorm halls as Y/n rushed to open the door. Assuming it was an emergency, they put on the shoes closest to the door and opened it expecting to run. They were surprised to find Bakugou at the door this late at night. "Bakugou I thought you were sleeping at this time of night."
Their expression was that of confusion. Bakugou looked annoyed, "I would be sleeping if your horrid music wasn't keeping me awake." "Horrid music? Maybe you should invest in some noise cancelling headphones." Y/n slowly began to close the door on him. Bakugou stuck his foot in the doorway.
"I don't take orders from extras. Now turn down ur damn music or I'll come in there myself." Y/n didn't seem to keen in that idea. "Maybe if you ask nicely." Bakugou huffed. He didn't have time for this.
"Would you turn the volume down? I can't concentrate." A smile tugged at the corner of their lips. "Maybe just a tad bit nicer." Y/n was enjoying the teasing. "Would you please turn the volume down. I need to fucking study." "That's more like it. Since you asked nicely I'll be sure to turn it down."
Y/n closed the door completely. Bakugou couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth but as long as he got to study in peace, he didn't care.
pairing: bakugou x gn!reader
synopsis: bakugou cuddling hcs!
warnings:none
type: headcanon
a/n: more cuddling hcs cus lack of mha on my page lol
He will never and I mean never ask for cuddles. You have to ask every single time. No matter how upset or down he is.
As big as a tsundere he is, he will cuddle you all night. Midnight snack? Never heard of it.
Big spoon 24/7 unless he's really feeling down.
When he is small spoon, he likes it when you play with his hair. It calms him down and makes him forget what made him mad in the first place.
Loves hearing you talk as it helps him fall asleep.
Will wrap you up so tightly in his arms you won't need a blanket.
He's super warm already and his quirk makes it even warmer.
He just feels like he can be himself around you and let all the walls down.
Usually he doesn't fall asleep until your sleeping. Doesn't matter how long it takes, but after a while he may fall asleep as we all know this boy falls asleep the same time every night.
He feels as if he has to protect you in that sorta weird way.
All in all. A stubborn little tsundere.
Js read all three in twenty minutes… im crying 🙁💖💖
dinner prep engagement ♡
a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx
fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!
this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.
that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.
"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."
"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.
the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"
it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.
"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"
taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."
"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"
"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."
she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.
never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.
he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.
"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.
"night, ma."
"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.
she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.
katsuki comes back home like he's never left.
the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.
he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.
it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.
katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.
but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.
"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"
katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.
"i wanna ask yn to marry me."
oh.
so that was it.
"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.
finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."
"you already have a ring ?"
he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.
her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.
"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."
he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."
"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.
she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.
and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"
and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.
"..what if she says no ?"
and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.
"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."
his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.
how does she know. she scoffs
she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.
and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.
she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.
you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.
and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.
"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.
but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.
gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.
"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.
"any time."
during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.
she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.
"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.
and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.
mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.
sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.
she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.
i told you so.
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My Cheeks
Bakugo Katsuki never thought of himself as a possessive person. Yes, there were those moments where someone would flirt with his (s/o) and he would get annoyed, but that was normal. Bakugo wasn't possessive.
However, as he stared at the beautiful person in his arms, specifically the way their cheek squished against his hard chest, well, he decided he didn't want anyone to see his (s/o) like this.
He clicked his tongue quietly, gently poking their cheek so as not to wake them. ‟Why are you so freaking cute, idiot?‟
Their brows twitched as he softly pinched at their warm cheek. But they didn't stir, allowing the ash-blond to continue messing with the ludicrously soft and plush skin.
Before he knew it, he had both of their cheeks nestled in his palms, gently squishing them together. ‟Mmm, Kashu,‟ they slurred due to their smushed cheeks.
The ash-blond's heart seemed so full- too full. He didn't let go though, no, he gently guided his (s/o) by their cheeks, leaning forward to meet them have way. ‟These cheeks of yours are real crappy, ya know that?‟ he grumbled as their noses brushed against each-other.
They giggled sleepily when he gently pulled at the soft flesh, their hands reaching out to hold his wrists. ‟Then why have you been meshing with them for sho long?‟
He smiled softly before rolling his eyes with a meaningless scoff. ‟Idiot,‟ he mumbled, resting his forehead on theirs. The way his (s/o) stared softly at him made his heart melt. Katsuki couldn't help but press his lips to their soft cheeks. ‟You're really crappy you crappy little shit,‟ he mumbled against their soft skin.
‟We both know you love me,‟ they hummed, cheek still against Bakugo's lips.
The ash-blond grumbled, gently nipping the plush skin. ‟Shuddap.‟
Bakugo Katsuki wasn't a possessive person, but, when it came to these goddamned cheeks of theirs, he found himself feeling very possessive.
‟My cheeks.‟
Gorgeous
Info: Fem Reader, Reader and Bakugo are Married, Nudity but not Sexual, Reader Nudity is Implied Not Sexual, Fluff, There's no Language (Shocking for a Bakugo fic lol)
She sat on his waste, thin sheet barely clinging to her bare shoulders. It was the only thing keeping out the cold but, it really wasn't doing the best job. It didn't matter, not when the man under her—the determined blazing sun—was so warm.
Her fingers danced on his skin, softly tracing each line on his lower abdominals and dipping into each indent on his toned stomach.
His abs clenched under the feather-like touches before easing, a content sigh slipping past his lips as he rolled his head back. ‟What are you doing?‟ he mumbled, attempting to hide behind an annoyed faced, one (Y/N) saw through.
She hummed, gently rubbing circles on his hands when he placed them on her waist. ‟Lookin'.‟
The ash-blond looked back down at her, sighing as she let go of his hands to continue tracing his stomach. ‟Lookn'?‟ he mimicked, pushing back the crooked smile begging to stretch on his face. ‟At what?‟
Katsuki watched her eyes, his own ruby ones softening at the look of awe in them—awe for him and his body, the body she was shamelessly exploring with both eyes and fingertips.
She hummed again, leaning forward as her hands traveled up his warm skin until they stayed in between in his pectorals—her favorite part. Bakugo's breath hitched when she slowly laying her palms flat on the center of his chest, moving them away from each other as she pressed her lips to his neck—right under his jaw. ‟My pretty hero,‟ she whispered against his skin.
His hands moved up her sides, thumbs teasing the bottom of her breasts as he moved them to her upper back, pressing her against him snugly. He relished in the way her soft skin pressed against his hard, battle scarred physic.
‟M'not pretty,‟ he mumbled, eyes flickering to her lips as a soft grin tugged at them.
The sheet that was covering her had fallen and was resting just bellow her back, leaving her skin at the mercy of the chill in the evening air. But her lover wouldn't leave her cold for too long, his warm hands sliding up and down her back—he chuckled when she curved against him, the vibration lighting her heart and making her truly warm and content.
‟You're right Suki,‟ her hushed voice responded, soft lips pressing against his briefly.
The ash-blond didn't let her pull away, biting her lip when she tried. A small giggle bubbled against her throat, earning a small chuckle from the large man under her. ‟You're gorgeous,‟ she whispered against his lips, pecking them before repeating her words. ‟So gorgeous, my gorgeous Katsuki.‟
And he believed her because how could he not.
He captured her lips once more, addicted to the fullness of his heart each time he did. Those lips belonged to an angel—a goddess—who could not lie. He longed for the honey dripping truths of her heart, coaxed them out of her with each roll of his tongue.
A goddess like her could only speak the truth so of course he believed her when she said he was gorgeous.
Care
I couldn't stop thinking about taking care of Bakugo so, what started as a small little thought turned to this, enjoy.
Info: Gender Neutral Reader, Reader and Bakugo are Married, Not Sexual Showering, Not Sexual Nudity, Ass is Said but That's it, Pretty Little Fluff
After he's had a long, tiring day of saving people, welcome him home with a gentle kiss that lingers on his lips, a soft whisper saying ‟welcome back.‟
Gently press a kiss to his lips and stay for a moment as you slowly cup his cheeks. ‟Let's get you cleaned up,‟ you whisper against his lips.
Slowly set his bracers aside then grab his hand and lead him to the bathroom. Start the shower—warm steamy water—while he slowly peels his uniform off with small grunts. Tell him to get in and rinse, that you'd be back in a minute.
You bundle up his clothes, pausing your way to the laundry when he grabs your wrist and brings you closer, pressing a kiss to your lips before watching you go.
You throw his clothes into the washer before taking two clean towels and a pair of his sweats to put in the dryer—not starting it yet. Not wanting to get your pajamas wet, you change into an undershirt and small sleeping shorts before returning to the bathroom.
Bakugo stood under the water with his head down and eyes closed, today had been so tiring. And you knew it, not letting him dwell in the negative moments of today—not for too long.
His eyes fluttered open at the gentle hand on his arm, the arm guiding him to you. You offer a loving grin, one void of pity and he appreciated it, leaning his forehead against yours—you giggled softly when he mumbled a grumpy insult directed towards some fool that annoyed him today.
He held your hand, playing with your fingers as he watched you plug the tub. You instructed him to sit down while the tub filled with more steamy water—saying you would be back—and he begrudgingly let your hand go, gaze following you in the mirror before you disappeared from view.
You grabbed your favorite soap—one Katsuki loved a lot—before popping in to start the dryer. The ash-blond hadn't began washing himself, as per your request.
You returned to see the man you loved zoned out, his face twisting in a scowl at the thought of the no doubt pain in the ass coworkers of his. Humming softly, you knelt next to the tub, leaning over to turn off the faucet. It caught his attention, beautiful ruby orbs now focused on you.
You didn't initiate conversation (but was open to it if he wanted), letting Katsuki sit in silence as you gently massaged the shampoo into his hair. You couldn't help but admire the way tension slowly left his body—proud to be able to bring peace to your husband with only a touch of your hands.
You rinsed his hair before massaging conditioner into the ash-blond tufts, smiling warmly at the way his eyes fluttered shut. The message didn't stop there—you leaned over the side of the tub as your hands traveled to his shoulders, carefully kneading out the knots while washing him at the same time.
You would spend hours and hours making sure Katsuki was free of aches and pains but he surely wouldn't let you dote on him for so long—he rarely let you take care of him for even a second. This was a lucky moment and you'd take it gratefully, eagerly doing your best to show him how much you loved him.
You left him on his own again when you were finished. After switching back into your pajamas, you grabbed a pair of his boxers then grabbed the things from the dryer.
Bakugo stepped out of the tub when you asked, surprised to feel the soft towel was warm. He mumbled about it, receiving only a smile from you before you continued drying his hair. He could fall asleep on his feet, just as he was, right there, close to you and surrounded by warmth and love. You knew it too, trying to quickly finish so he could sleep but being careful not to rush things—you wanted to go slow enough that he would be able to relax and destress.
You were going to use the second towel to dry him but he had taken it from you before you could, setting it on your head and drying your hair—it was a little damp because of a few stray water streams. You giggled at the focused pout on his face, placing two palms on his bare chest and tiptoeing to plant a light kiss between his furrowed brows.
He cracked a rare smile before discarding the towel and dragging you to him by the hips. He was slightly damp but you didn't care, pressing into him as he leaned down—lips hovering just above yours. ‟Thank you,‟ he mumbled.
‟I love you,‟ you whispered, eyes fluttering closed when he captured your lips in a warm, tender kiss that returned all of your love and care.
That's Just How It Is
Notes : Bakugo Katsuki x Reader, Body Neutral, It's Really Inclusive Tbh, Fluffly Fluff as per usual
Could you imagine the size difference between yourself and pro hero Bakugo? Like, he would be such a large man. (Similar to Endeavor and All Might but still different. Probably a similar shape to Captain America but a bit bigger maybe.) And what's amazing is that it really doesn't matter what shape or size you are, you will still most likely be smaller than him in some way.
Could you imagine his large hands just holding your waste and swaying with you in the kitchen? Or having to tell him to stop grabbing your luscious thighs because you are trying to focus. Or imagine squealing when he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, hitting his shoulder and telling him to put you down cause you're heavy. Man will slap your butt (he loves the way it jiggles btw, that's just fact) and smirk at your squeak. ‟You ain't heavy at all baby.‟ ‟Really?‟ ‟Mhm, s'like holding cotton candy.‟ And if you're taller than him? He's still gonna treat you like that cause he really doesn't give a damn. He's looking up at you with a smirk and you hold up a warning finger, which does nothing—you know it will do nothing—and he will grab you and toss you over his shoulder, not without a slap to your butt ofc because I don't give a damn if you're skinny or dummy thick, this man will ALWAYS slap that. I don't make the rules, that's just how it is. If you're shorter than him (more than likely cause he's a giant man) than you better start praying cause he is always going to be grabbing you and he will not let you go. Course, if you like the unending touching and never getting anything done because he will not stop holding you, then you don't need to pray.
Lesson? It doesn't matter how heavy or how tall or thin or whatever you are, he will always pick you up like you weigh nothing and he will always have you sitting on his lap cause he loves how soft you are compared to him or how similar. Boom, that's just how it is.
I just want you to know that if class 1-A had to pair up for sit-ups, I would be with Bakugo so I could sit on his feet and rest my arms on his knees. Then I'd rest my cheek on my arms with a smirk and watch the flustered blush on his pretty face deepen each time he rose up—inches from my face. He'd finally be all ‟The hell are you doing?‟ And I'd smile, rising up a little to meet him as he came up from another sit up. He'd act tough but we all know his heart would be skipping like the classic school girl with a fat crush and he'd pout, lips inches from mine. I'd tilt my head to make that space a mere centimeter then, I'd flick my eyes up to his and smile. ‟Your feet smell like ass.‟ And I'd run away as he tried to kill me.
This is basically a shitpost and it’s gotten more attention than a few of my better posts and I just want to say I respect that
I just want you to know that if class 1-A had to pair up for sit-ups, I would be with Bakugo so I could sit on his feet and rest my arms on his knees. Then I'd rest my cheek on my arms with a smirk and watch the flustered blush on his pretty face deepen each time he rose up—inches from my face. He'd finally be all ‟The hell are you doing?‟ And I'd smile, rising up a little to meet him as he came up from another sit up. He'd act tough but we all know his heart would be skipping like the classic school girl with a fat crush and he'd pout, lips inches from mine. I'd tilt my head to make that space a mere centimeter then, I'd flick my eyes up to his and smile. ‟Your feet smell like ass.‟ And I'd run away as he tried to kill me.
I have been hiding this for a long time and I am sorry to everyone out there who disagrees but I—respectfully—hate the pet name ‟teddy bear‟ and thinking of Bakugo saying it makes me cringe.
I want to see more fanfics about Bakugo and his pretty s/o who looks like actual ass in pictures. Like, there are plenty of people who are not photogenic and think we need to address this.
Bakugo : Oi, dumbass, look over here.
S/O : Wut—
Flash
S/O : ...
Bakugo : ...
S/O : Did you just take a picture of me?
Bakugo : The hell is wrong with your face?!
Hehe, I like it
Honestly though, Bakugo would probably get really pissed at the camera.
Bakugo : This thing's a piece of shit.
Bakugo : Damn camera making my s/o look like a horse
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder or whatever, right? So how about Bakugo with a s/o who always looks awful on photos but he manages to capture perfect photos that make them look stunning.
S/O : I hate photos.
Bakugo : Just one princess.