Jo. Forever 21. Madly in Love with Park Chanyeol from EXO. I've lost track of the countless Fandoms I'm in. My reblogs make it obvious of my current obsession. Park Chanyeol being the only constant shining star in this dark and damaged world I live in.
BakugouKatsuki could be insufferable when it came to going out.
“Kats.”
He hums in reply, his eyes slowly drifting from his phone toward you. A small grin spreads across his lips as he notices your annoyed stance.
“Where are my heels?” You plant your hands firmly on your hips, staring him down. “Where did you put them, Kats?”
BakugouKatsuki eyes trail slowly down your body, the question clearly slipping past his mind. His grin widens, and his eyes lift back up to your chest shirt.
BakugouKatsuki, with a feigned look of innocence, finally meets your gaze.
“Sorry, what was that, ma?”
You roll your eyes, growing more irritated. To his disappointment, you cross your arms over your chest.
“Where are my heels, Kats?”
BakugouKatsuki stands up from the couch and walks over to you, pretending to think deeply about whether or not he’s seen your heels today. He hid them.
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you toward him effortlessly. You reluctantly let yourself fall into his embrace, still holding a frown as you look up at him.
BakugouKatsuki begins fiddling with the hem of your top, his grin never fading.
“I don’t know, mama. Why do you need them anyway?”
You sigh, already realizing where this conversation is headed.
He raises his eyebrows as if he’s forgotten your plans, but you know better. He hasn’t.
“Where’d you get your top from?” he asks, dodging the topic entirely.
Your eyes narrow, catching onto his game.
“You bought it for me.”
BakugouKatsuki smirks, his hands sliding up your back to gently cradle the back of your neck.
“Oh, yeah. It looks real good on you, baby. Wanna stay home with me and show me all your other tops?”
You sigh, glancing at your watch and realizing you’re already an hour late to the get-together.
BakugouKatsuki chuckles as you take his hand and lead the way to the bedroom. His hands start to unfasten your skirt, and he silently congratulates himself for getting you to stay home.
BakugouKatsuki was insufferable when it came to being clueless. You were insufferable for letting him convince you every single time.
One day, you finally decide to join Katsuki at the gym. As soon as Bakugou walks through the doors, the place practically pauses. Everyone’s eyes are on him, some with smiles, others with admiring glances.
You grin to yourself, pleased to see it wasn’t just you who noticed the results of your boyfriend’s hard work. While you’re taking in the gym’s vibe, you hear Katsuki calling your name softly from where the barbells are.
“Come help me with my set.” He gestures over to where he’s standing, and you walk over quickly, eager to join him.
Katsuki plops down onto a bench, grabbing two barbells and setting them on the mat. He sits beside them, waiting with his usual impatient-but-soft expression as you walk over and slide your foot under the barbells.
You start a set of sit-ups, but when you feel Katsuki’s hand brush against your thigh, you sit up with a sigh, beads of sweat already making their way down your face.
“God, I’m so unfit…”
“You’re fine, babe.” Katsuki leans forward, grabbing a towel and gently dabbing it across your forehead. “Look at you, though… sweating already.” He smirks, then adds, “Wanna help me with my push-ups?”
You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on your lips. “How am I supposed to help you with your push-ups?”
Katsuki grins, stands up, and walks over to return the barbells to their proper place. When he comes back, he lowers himself into a plank position and shoots you a look.
“Sit on my back. Cheer me on.”
You can’t help but laugh, crawling toward him with a shake of your head. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“You sure you want to miss this?” He hums, a playful challenge in his tone.
“Do I have a choice?” you tease, but you can’t resist. Carefully, you crawl onto his back, crossing your legs and resting your hands gently on his shoulder blades. “Okay, here goes…” You say with mock hesitation, though your heart is fluttering a little.
“Hold on tight, baby, or you’ll fall,” he grunts, and you feel the slight tension in his body. Slowly, he lowers himself to the floor and pushes back up, without even breaking a sweat.
You sit there, completely entranced, as he picks up his pace effortlessly. The way his muscles flex, the steady rhythm of his push-ups—it’s almost hypnotizing.
“Where’s my encouragement, baby?” he calls out between reps, smirking.
Caught in the moment, you start whispering praises without even realizing it. “You’re incredible. Seriously. Look at you.”
“You better be cheering me on like you mean it,” he teases, not missing a beat.
You chuckle, your heart swelling with admiration, and give him a soft squeeze on his shoulder. “Okay, okay, you’re the strongest guy in here. Happy?”
“Good,” he says with a satisfied grin, pushing himself up again. “Now, don’t go falling off. I might need a spotter.”
God, you love your strong boyfriend—and all his ridiculous, charming ways.
BakugouKatsuki is completely wrapped around his girlfriend’s finger.
Sure, he tries to act all cool and indifferent in front of his friends, pulling off that tough, angry, and mean guy routine. But deep down, this man would melt in a second for his girlfriend. He’d fall to his knees just to see her smile.
Today, BakugouKatsuki is out with his friend Kirishima, shopping for Kirishima’s girlfriend’s birthday party. Why did Katsuki agree to come? Because you were away traveling, and he was utterly bored and lonely without you by his side.
“Hey, have we met before?”
The question didn’t even register in his mind. In fact, Katsuki didn’t hear it at all. His mind assumed the question was meant for someone else nearby. He was genuinely surprised when, out of nowhere, a woman stepped in front of him with a soft, shy smile.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to say hi while I had the chance.”
Katsuki quickly looked to the side, hoping to spot his friend, but to his dismay, he realized he was completely alone in this awkward moment.
“Uh, right,” he muttered, cringing inwardly. What the hell? Why am I even talking to her right now?
The woman giggled, her fingers reaching out to place a hand on his chest while she leaned in a little too close, invading his personal space.
“Okay, back up.” He shot her a sharp glance and turned to walk away. But just as he did, he heard a voice from behind him.
“Oh, come on. She ain’t that pretty for you to turn me, this, down, is she?”
“She is that pretty, you—” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. He didn’t dare say it out loud—after all, his mom could be lurking nearby—but he couldn’t help but mutter the insult as he walked away, his heart set on getting back to the one person who mattered.
Three days later, you returned home. The second Katsuki saw you walking toward him at the airport, his whole demeanor softened. The tightness in his shoulders melted away, and a smile so wide spread across his face that it made his heart flutter. Without a second thought, he opened his arms wide, waiting for you to run into them.
“Hi, mama,” he whispered, his voice thick with longing.
You rushed into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders as if you never wanted to let go. You giggled when you felt Katsuki bury his face in your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
“You okay, Kats?” You pulled back slightly to look at his face, your heart fluttering at the lovesick gaze in his eyes. He nodded silently, his usual grumpy nature nowhere to be found. Instead, he gently lowered you back to the ground, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, as if to reassure you that everything was right with the world again.
Kirishima stood a few feet away, laughing quietly at the sight of his best friend. The contrast between the Katsuki who’d been grumpy and distant while you were gone and the Katsuki who now held you in his arms—radiating nothing but joy—was impossible to miss. He smiled softly, realizing that there was no one else who could make Katsuki shine like that.
Everyone knew that BakugouKatsuki was absolutely smitten—utterly, hopelessly in love with you.
BakugouKatsuki started dating you in his first year of university. Now, three years have passed.
Mina, ever the observer, noticed slight changes in her friend’s demeanor.
“Kiri. Is Bakubro talking to someone?” She leaned against the windowsill of the lecture hall, carefully watching the blonde boy walk calmly off-campus.
“No. Why?” Kirishima slung his bag over his shoulder and walked over to where Mina stood. His eyes followed Bakugou as he walked away, starting to wonder.
Was Bakugou talking to someone? Nah, can’t be.
“He seems… calmer?” Kirishima snickered, causing Mina to smile slightly. “Y’know what I mean. He’s just, I don’t know, different now.”
While the two of them came up with various scenarios, Katsuki himself had just reached his car and was texting you. A small notification pinged on his phone, and the boy smiled, pocketed it, and hopped into his car.
A few weeks later, during a small get-together with the group, Kaminari, drunkenly blurting out random thoughts, caught everyone’s attention.
“Heyy, Bakus.” Kaminari slung his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders, leaning into him. “Come with me on this double date. This cute girl will only go out with me if you come for her friend.”
Katsuki sighed at the sight of his childhood friend.
“I can’t.”
Mina and Kirishima, sitting next to each other, lightly knocked knees, their ears perked up to catch the reason behind his refusal.
“Why not, Bakubro? It’s a free day. You busy?” Kirishima asked, taking a sip from his cup while keeping an eye on Bakugou, who looked bored.
Bakugou glanced at his phone, which buzzed with another notification. Mina quickly averted her gaze toward the screen, trying to catch a glimpse of the name—too slow to see anything.
Wait, what was that on his back-
“I have a date with my missus.”
Bakugou continued texting, unaware of the sudden silence that had fallen over the entire group. All eyes were fixed on his relaxed figure as he typed away.
“YESSSSSSSSSS!” Mina jumped up, fists pumping the air in celebration. Her face lit up with pure joy as Kirishima chuckled beside her, shaking his head.
Katsuki looked up, confused by their reaction. Then he felt a small splatter on his forearm and turned to see Kaminari sitting next to him, his mouth open, spilling his drink.
“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND??” Kaminari grabbed Bakugou’s shoulders, lightly shaking him.
“Yeah, I thought I told you guys that.”
Kaminari’s face fell, then he lunged forward and hugged Bakugou while sobbing, “You have a girlfriend!”
“Dunce—You’re getting my shirt wet. Bro, get off!” Katsuki was shocked by the reaction of his friends. He glanced around at their expressions before his eyes landed on the entrance to the bar.
“Kaminari, off me.” He grabbed his sobbing friend by the shoulder and gently tipped him back. “Move over. Make some space.”
Mina whipped her head toward the entrance, gasping loudly.
And there you were, already smiling as you clutched your bag anxiously.
Bakugou stood up and walked over to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. Kirishima scoffed in shock as he heard him greet you.
“Hey, mama. You okay?”
You nodded, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Katsuki wrapped his arm around your waist and led you toward the booth.
“Well, since I must have forgotten to mention it to you guys… meet my fiancée.”
he’s taking you out to dinner? bam, you find a new dress in your closet.
you two are out shopping and he notices your eyes lingering on a necklace? its yours.
you’re home by yourself and hungry? he’s ordering whatever you want.
you call him complaining about your bad day? theres flowers at your door within the hour.
you and katsuki are hanging out and you begin looking at your hand, noticing how much your nails have grown out since you last got them done.
“what’s up with your hand?” katsuki asks you.
“nothing, just need to get my nails done again soon. its so expensive to go to nail techs though, so i’ve been holding off on it,” you tell him.
“how much is it?” he asks, and you immediately know what he’s hinting at.
“kats, no. ill probably just paint them myself or something”
“hell no. if you want to get them done then ill make sure it happens.”
“are you sure?”
“‘course. you know i’m a man of my word,” he nods, “I take care of whats mine.”
oh and he meant it. sure enough, you booked your appointment and got them done, and paid for them with katsuki’s card.
later that day you stood in front of katsuki, now admiring your new set with that cute design you had been wanting.
“thank you again, kats. you didnt have to pay for them,”
“stop thanking me, baby. you deserve whatever you want.” he hummed as he grabs your hands gently to get a good look at them. “looks fuckin’ beautiful on you.”
you felt a sudden flush on your cheeks as katsuki begins pressing faint kisses to your knuckles, caressing them with his thumbs.
“you spoil me too much kats.”
he pulls you by the waist, pressing you against him. “dont care. always gonna take care of ‘ya.”
BakugouKatsuki, who absentmindedly starts touching you at random.
Like, you’ll be lounging on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok while Katsuki watches a game on TV, and suddenly, you feel his hands gently massaging your feet. And honestly, this man is incredible with his hands. (😉)
Or imagine this: you’re standing in front of the mirror in your closet, calmly putting on your jewelry when he walks up from behind, already finished. His eyes lock onto yours, and before you know it, you feel his hands slide onto your hips. You smile as you feel him squeezing the softness of them, and jokingly push him back so you can grab your shoes. He still follows you around tho with his hands still firmly resting on your hips.
Or maybe you’re just lying on the couch with him, your head resting on his chest as you slowly drift off to sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you wake up to the sound of Katsuki’s phone as he scrolls through it, and the feeling of his hands gently cradling the back of your neck. His fingers slowly move upward, absentmindedly massaging your scalp and nape while he watches boxing matches.
Ugggghhhh, or what about when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you? You’re standing at the stove, switching between seasoning one pot and checking on another, when you hear Katsuki walk up behind you. He asks if you need help, but you shake your head and smile at him, reassuring him he can just relax. Instead of walking away, though, he sighs dramatically and leans his whole weight onto your back, his hands wrapping around your waist.
“Kats careful I’m gonna burn myself.”
“My bad mama.”
So, he leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, just watching you cook. His hands move up and down your arms, and whenever you shift to do something, he starts rubbing your side instead.
Katsuki has a degree in being touch-starved, and he doesn’t even realise it. But you? You absolutely love it.
⊹࣪˖notes: in honor of reaching my first milestone on this account, I have decided to host an event centered around everybody’s favorite tense trope: “what are we?”
in addition to this, i will be hosting a fanfic giveaway after posting all the stories related to the event, so stay tuned!
now before, we proceed, I want to sincerely thank you all for your support and kindness throughout my journey so far; I hope that the stories in this event and everything that follows will be up to your liking 🩷
synopsis: katsuki is tasked with the bedtime story today, and he shows you and your daughter his own version of a princess story.
pairing:timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader
⊹࣪˖notes: princess bakugou when
the quiet hum of the night settles over your home, and as you lean against the doorframe of your daughter’s bedroom, you can’t help but smile.
inside, katsuki sits on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, glaring down at the open storybook in his lap as if it’s personally insulted him.
“alright, brat,” he grumbles, his voice low and rough as he tries to keep it from waking her up. “you wanted a story, so listen up. we’ve got a badass queen, explosions, and—”
your daughter, tucked under the covers with wide, eager eyes, interrupts him, her small voice cutting through the intensity of his storytelling. “papa, I want a princess story!”
synopsis: class 1-a speculates about your secret relationship. as the teasing continues, a small slip reveals the truth, leaving everyone stunned—and katsuki annoyed.
synopsis: a question lingers between you and bakugou, sharp and biting, much like the competition that keeps pulling you back into each other’s orbits.
pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader
the rivalry between you and bakugou katsuki was the kind of tale that pro-hero rookies whispered about, an unrelenting contest that started years ago at u.a. high.
from the moment the two of you stepped onto campus, it was as though the universe had aligned you as polar opposites.
bakugou’s explosive temper and fiery quirk were impossible to ignore, while your sharp tongue and precise control made it clear you wouldn’t be overshadowed by anyone—especially not him.
it began in your first year, during basic hero training, when aizawa-sensei had paired the two of you for a sparring match.
