He is so loved 🧡
Art trade with @beybuniki <333333333!!!!!
It's almost frustrating to Katsuki how pretty you are.
He oftrn finds himself oogling at you as you do your nightly routine. All prettied up in your little pretty pajamas. He'll start to scowl whenever he sees you overanalyzing a pimple or a stretchmark in the mirror.
You only notice his pursed lips once your done and ready to join him in bed.
"What's the look on your face for Kats?" You'd ask innocently.
"C'mere" he'd call you, and place you right on top of him- chest to chest while caressing your face "You're so damn pretty"
Then he'd give you a feel long peck on the lips, coupled with a very serious and admiring staredown.
"Don't you forget that"
S.------
𝑻𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅
— 𝒀/𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚.
⋆☆ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader
⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ warning : swearing , sexual talk , mention of pounding , fluff , drabble
•❣•୨୧ wc : 990
-ˋˏ authors note : 2 stories in 1 day!!! This idea popped up when I got home from college. anyways! let me know if I missed anything !!! Enjoy !!!
It was a regular day, and Katsuki was at home, seated at the dining table, as he worked through reports from yesterday's mission. Focused and serious, he barely looked up from the papers in front of him. Upstairs in their shared bedroom, Y/n lay sprawled on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok out of boredom.
B-B-BOYFRIEND!
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
scenario: he wants that cookie so effing bad but reader is oblivious to it all.
clueless.
you were damn clueless about what you were so sure you wanted.
look. bakugou didn’t mean to overhear unlike other times (ehem the sports festival) but you weren’t really being quite about it. often complaining to the other girls about how you’re looking for a boyfriend, how you want someone to be there for you yet no one seems interested.
mina in particular would glance over where he sat, laughing at your obliviousness. pointing out your blindness to the fact that someone IS interested but you waved it off like a fool as if he doesn’t cook your favorite food each time when he’s assigned dinner duty, as if he doesn’t walk by the road so you’re on the safer side, as if he doesn’t let you ramble whatever it is you wanted to talk about listening genuinely and how if it were anyone else he’d walk away without a second thought. yet you can’t see all the lengths he’s going through just to show you how capable he is to fulfill that role.
it’s getting to the point where he thinks you don’t like him specifically because how can you not get it? are you avoiding him by pretending not to know on purpose to lightly let him down?
fuck, he even talked about his situation with his self proclaimed friends and they all told him to just fess up to you but damn it do you make him feel like a fool himself.
“dude why don’t you ask her yourself?” sero genuinely asked, wondering why his strong headed friend who doesn’t hesitate in the face of danger become so suddenly hesitant when it came to you.
“yeah! be a manly man and just do it.” the red headed boy spoke all fired up, patting the unshaken boy on the back whose face never seemed to cease from its frown.
“what? don’t tell me you’re scared kacchan?” kaminari teased and for what’s probably the hundredth time he got blown up by bakugou’s quirk, again, he really never learns his lesson.
so when the end of the year party eventually comes up you find yourself cornered by the explosive boy. dragged firmly away from the crowd of your peers, looking at you with angered brows and an upset pout. you supposed he tried to look indifferent and unaffected but he looked like anything but.
“what’s up bakugou?” you asked smiling up at his sharp expression.
“you’re blind as fuck.”
“what the— not even a hello???” you asked incredulously at his unprompted comment.
“shit. okay wait, let me think. you are unaware of things you should be aware of.”
…blink…..blink...blink
“is this about the homework I totally failed? I told you not to bring it up bakubro—“
“no and don’t call me that!” he shouted, popping a red vein.
“why??!”
“because I don’t want to be your ‘bro’”
“what. you don’t want to be friends anymore?” you wobbly asked, eyes watering like that one emoji you always fucking send him. for instance,
messages
you: can you help me prepare for the test plz
katkat: where
you: wait actually I just remembered you and kiri were gonna study together
katkat: we’re not
you: I heard you two plan it after class?
katkat: he planned it
you: can you ask kiri if I could join then 🥹
katkat: no because I’m coming to your room, get your shit ready.
you: so no kirishima? (➤)
you: so (➤)
you: kk pal!
katkat: don’t call me that.
messages
katkat: mina saw you.
katkat: said you looked upset or something.
you: no I’m fine!!!
you: totally not crying over being stood up or whatever. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
katkat: that business class hataro shitsuko was a loser anyway.
you: it’s shizuku lol
katkat: just come over.
you: wait how did you know who (➤)
you: wait (➤)
you: wa (➤)
you: okay bae
messages
katkat <3: I’m not getting you that mochi
you: please I want you
katkat <3: what?
you: to get it for me PLEASSSEEEE 🥹 🥹
katkat <3: …
katkat <3: fine.
you: yayyyyyyyy
you: I want a specific flavor though.
katkat <3: I know what it is dumbass, I’ll see you later.
you: can you look for (➤)
you: THANK YOU!!
and many more but none of that ever clicked in your mind and so here you two were.
“no I want to be more than that.” he spoke seriously, red eyes set firmly on yours.
“don’t tell me….” you looked to the side shedding a tear as you leaned behind the wall further.
finally you understood.
“you want to be best fri—“
“FUCK NO! WE’RE NOT DOING THAT SHIT SO I’M JUST GONNA SAY IT.” he exasperatedly yelled, grabbing both your shoulders. breathing in once and out he spoke loud and clear, the feelings he held close and dear.
“I WANT YOU, YOU DAMN IDIOT! LET ME BE YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!”
“what?” you stared at him all startled and wide eyed as your mouth pulled downwards and eyes squinted to tears as you began to cry.
“what the— why are you crying!? do you hate me that bad?” bakugou asked hiding his hurt by wiping your tears away with his thumb as he gently held your face.
“no I want you too!!!! I just never thought you felt that way about me.” you whined planting your face in his chest.
“yeah no shit.”
“what?” you asked, slightly pulling away.
“nothing.” he answered shoving your face back in his body with one hand, relived that you actually felt the same way all this time.
inspo: “don't be scared to come put your trust in me can't you see all I really want to be is your boyfriend.” — Big Time Rush
©windyremedy
Head In the Game
BasketballBakugou x ShyReader
(All photos from Pinterest
Part 2
The library was a desolated shell that did little to sooth your anxiety as you watched the minutes flip in taunting red letters. With every second that passed the damp air that carried the stench of stale book pages seemed to suffocate you. Anxiety and pressure to complete your deadline aside, you were tired and the library would be closing in just under an hour.
As you waited, your mind pulled at every taunting hypothetical you could think of. Did he agree to meet you just to not show and make you suffer? Was he planning on coming but got into an accident? Maybe he got lost and your paper was doomed-
“The hell are you shaking for, idiot?” You never thought hearing his brooding voice would provide comfort, yet as he aggressively pulls a chair out and slumps into the seat; relief finds home in your previously worried thoughts. “Ask your questions, I got shit to do.”
“Oh- uhm, yeah. One sec.” Your fingers rush to open to a clean sheet of paper in the notebook in front of you. No hiding the shaking as you scribble his name onto the paper. “For starters.. what’s your jersey number?”
“The hell kinda question is that?” Your nerves were already at catastrophic levels, and his irritation with your very simple question was pushing them past their teetering point. “Number one, obviously? You write about our team and don’t even know my number?”
“I-well, to be fair.. I was assigned this position not that long ago and before that, I avoided sports all together.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, of course you went to the occasional game Ochaco drug you to, but that was about it. “So number one.. is there a reason you chose the number? Or was it assigned to you?”
“Because I’m the best player that teams ever had. Past and present. Probably the future too.” You scribble his response, wishing you could write ‘unworthy arrogance’ instead. “How many people know about that night at the party?”
You knew he’d bring it up, but your lips press together anxiously as if the question came out of left field. Even if you told him the truth, his defensive thought processing would accuse you of lying regardless. So, you lie, a shake to your voice as your pen falls to the paper.
“I haven’t told anyone. I told you I wouldn’t.” And you didn’t, not for a very long time. Only once Ochaco noticed your lack of desire to leave your apartment to attend school events did you finally confide in someone about the time spent in his bedroom. “You know a lot of people h-.”
“I’m not like those other people, and what happened that night wasn’t me.” Your stomach twists as his eyes narrow at your shrinking figure. If it were for the wooden chair you sat in, you’d be on the floor curled into a ball practicing breathing exercises. “Next question. And don’t ask me some dumb shit again.”
You take a few seconds, taking deep breaths to fight the uproar of insecurity as you try to think of a question he wouldn’t consider ‘dumb shit’.
“What about your captaincy do you think stands out against previous captains?” You ask quietly.
“I don’t listen to those extras whine. I keep em in check, and push em to win.” The sound of a nearby book cart creaks as your pen works on its own, documenting his answer while you try to stay calm. “I’m not gonna sit back and lose because my team can’t catch up to me. Simple as that.”
“So, your focus is winning..?” You felt stupid, you obviously knew the answer. Yet, fearful ignorance allowed you to ask anyway. “Dumb question… sorry. Uh-what changes have you brought to the team that have had a positive turn out? What will those changes mean for the upcoming season?”
“Discipline. When those idiots mess up, or can’t keep up- theyre benched. No exceptions.”
“Will those rules apply to you?”
His glare hardens as if you’d asked for him to be completely transparent about his soul crushing secrets. The weight his eyes held, crushes you and leaves you struggling to take the already ragged breaths you struggled taking. Would he make you feel so small if you hadn’t been there that night? Would you feel comfortable and not shift stiffly in your seat as he spoke?
“I won’t make those mistakes.” You knew the double meaning, what he’d really been trying to tell you as his hand reaches for the bag he’d let drop to the floor. “Make sure to add that I plan on winning in that little article of yours.”
“Wait-.” You call, watching him stand to leave. His jaw tightens as you stand too, pushing your note book across the table. “I uh- I need you to sign to consent to me using this interview for the paper..”
The book is snatched from the table with a ‘Tch’ falling from his lips. You watch quietly and wonder if he can hear the blood pumping and heart thudding from across the wood that separated the two of you. A few short seconds later, he drops the notebook onto the table and turns without another word.
Fellow students and library staff shuffle around you as you begin collecting your things. You check them all of a mental list as you go, careful to not forget anything and have to come back at opening. You’d done that twice now, and it was anxiously terrifying guessing if they’d open on time or if you’d be late to your first lecture (which happened both times).
Notebook, pen, cellphone, Jacket, keys, Student I.D- wait jacket. Bakugous jacket. The one he came for and would surely blame you for forgetting. Fuck.
You rush through the library, ignoring the murmurs and gasps of the strangers you nearly tackle to get out the door. Cold air fills your lungs as you finally push through the heavy weighted doors and scan the empty parking lot. Fuck.
Would it be weird to give it to him after practice? Or maybe you’d bump into him on campus between classes? The last thing your anxiety wanted was for you to text him and inform him that he accidentally gave you the interview for free and you wanted to correct it. Why? Why you? And why did it have to be Basketball?
You were right- you weren’t making it through this semester alive.
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healing with luviisabella ۶ৎBNHA UNI.AU
(short series, fluff) part two
-> katsuki bakugou
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You turned off your phone the minute you sent the texts. You figured it’s best to not occupy your mind with “what if..” and instead got up and walked to the kitchen for a snack.
It was 1am almost 2 so it wasn’t a surprise to see the dorms so quiet, however you were also aware some of your classmates were on patrol or heading out. The good thing about being a university student is you get a little more freedom but you’re still subjected to the “rules of a hero”, that being, late night patrols. Lucky for you Mina had taken your place because she needed the hours and you technically were well over.
You opened the fridge and were happy o be faced with the batch of cookies you and Denki made earlier that day. Warm chocolate chip cookies, well, now they were cold.. you quietly took out a plate and placed a couple before tossing them in the microwave to melt them.
That little bit of freedom I mentioned before came with a beautiful moonlit view from the kitchen that was connected to a patio deck.. it was nice on summer day when everyone would team up for water gun fights. For now, it just offered a peaceful view. You rested your elbows on the counter and just admired the moon and stars.
You smile slowly dropped as the thoughts you were pushing away slowly crept in.
“Dracula ?”
You hear a gruff voice stepping in closer only to notice it was Bakugou (given the stupid nickname which you earned from doing things like this).
“I’m sorry am i bothering you grumpy ?”
He sucked his teeth before opening the microwave and taking a cookie.
“Wow so generous of you to ask, of course you can have one” you can’t help but roll you eyes at his irritating smug face.
If it weren’t for the fact that your eyes looked a little different, he would’ve went back to his room but something urged him to ask.
“What’s wrong with you ?”
“Excuse me ??”
“You were crying yeah ? I’m asking what’s wrong.”
How the hell did he-
“I’m okay, just tired and my eyes were dry”
“Bullshit. You’re gonna try and lie to my face ?”
While he seemed like an ass, you two were actually pretty close friends, met in pre-school all the way through middle and high school and now.
You hesitated before answering him..
“I texted him..”
And you didn’t even have to say his name for him to know.
“I needed to get something off my chest and it helped. My heart feels lighter, but i still feel a little off.”
Silence…
“He hasn’t responded and probably won’t, whether he does or not i don’t care. I said what i needed to say-“
“Which was ?”
“That i forgave him. I forgave him for what he did and said. For how he hurt me. I told him he didn’t deserve to occupy my space or heart anymore. That i was releasing him from my mind.”
“I deserve better kats’” now you look up at him, met with what looks like a soft gaze.
He nods his head before relaxing against the counter opposite from you.
“That’s it ? A nod..”
“What ? You’ve got it figured out don’t you ?”
He has a point.. you did this for a reason.
“He wasn’t worth your time. I knew that and your bsf did too. You just needed to realize it for yourself and thank fucking goodness you did.”
You’re surprised by his words, Bakugou has his sweet moments but they always seem to catch you off guard.
“You deserve more than you think. Now that you’ve finally let go of someone limiting you of that, you’re gonna get back on your feet.” He reaches over to rest his hand on the top of your head.
“You’ve gotta get your head outta your ass tho.”
Great he ruined the mood.
But now he’s leaned in face to face..
“That love you give everyone else.. you should be giving to yourself. Be selfish.” He stands up and takes a step back.
“Look at how i turned out” as he reaches for another cookie.
Once more you can’t help roll your eyes, he’s such a pain in the ass, but he’s your pain int the ass and you know he always means well.
He loves you in his own way and you’re glad to have him as you learn to grow.
->
he ate all the cookies and you demanded he make a new batch.