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༊*·˚ katsuki writes you letters

katsuki bakugo has trouble verbalizing his feelings, he always has, but he’s also never really cared to try and verbalize them. never had a reason to try and understand the mess of emotions sitting inside him. there was no point—until he met you.

and then it was like something in him cracked open.

suddenly the feelings were too big to hold in his chest, too loud to ignore. he felt everything when it came to you. every look, every laugh, every touch—it all made his heart twist in ways he didn’t understand. he memorized the tiniest things you did, things he wanted so badly to tell you like how beautiful you were, things you did that made his breath hitch. but the words never made it past his lips. it was like his mouth was wired shut, barbed wire ready to catch his tongue if he dared to speak.

so he wrote it out instead.

at first, it was just scraps of paper. little notes folded and slipped into your locker, your purse, the back pocket of your jeans when he brushed by you and let his hand linger at your waist. quick things scribbled in his shitty chicken scratch handwriting—

“ya look really pretty today. that sparkly shit brings out your eyes.”

“s’not good at this but you got this, baby. beat his ass for me, kay? i’ll take you to that place you like.”

letters that smelled faintly burnt, like sugar.

he’d write them fast, shove them where you’d find them, then pretend he didn’t care if you read them or not. but he did. he always did.

and slowly, slowly, katsuki started saying those things out loud. not often. not easily. but he tried. little compliments slipped out between gritted teeth, under his breath, like they cost him something. he’d whisper that he loves you in the dark, voice barely above a breath, ghosting through the air, so soft you almost missed it—

but you didn’t.

and you didn’t say anything back.

you just squeezed his hand, gentle, grounding him into the mattress with you. and he pressed his face into your chest like he was trying to disappear there. like that was the only place he ever felt safe.

but over time, his feelings for you intensified, to the point his soul hung at the edge of his lips with every word he spoke, trying to jump out and bury itself in your ribcage, to mingle whole with your soul, to wrap around your heart, and come to life with every beat.

and every drop of blood he spilled on the battlefield, every bruise, every breath—it was all yours now.

so the letters got longer. messier. he started spilling everything onto the page. all the things he didn’t know how to say. all the things he loved about you. it was raw and unfiltered, his soul mapped out in smeared ink and rushed pen strokes. things he couldn’t tell you with his mouth, but could bleed out of his fingertips.

and somehow, that was more romantic than anything he could’ve ever said aloud.

he held his love for you in his hands, in the ink staining his skin, in the paper crumpled from how tightly he held it before letting it go.

every letter was a piece of him.

and he hoped—god, he hoped—you felt it.

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Comic suggestion.

Anya gets sick. Like hospital sick (she won't die. I just returned recebtly from a hospital stint due to heat illness. Just thought it was an idea)

I just kinda wanna see loid freak out

all the low iron girlies stand up 🧍‍♀️

(but not too fast)

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“Ya look pregnant,” Atsumu mocked when you and Osamu entered the living room to greet everybody. You froze at the unexpected comment, lifting one hand to caress your stomach.

“Tsumu,” Osamu hissed, as Atsumu was the only one he’d told about the pregnancy so far.

All the other partygoers gasped at the insinuation, some already approaching to congratulate you or ask if it was true.

“Shit, my bad. I meant…” Atsumu couldn’t even get the words out as he pointed at your husband and laughed.

Osamu’s stomach was definitely protruding more now than it did before he opened the restaurant and the shirt he threw on as you were heading out the door might have been a tad too small for his build.

You couldn’t help but join in laughing at the misunderstanding, moving your hand from your stomach to pat Osamu’s, affectionately. “Oh, he meant you.”

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petition for more art of timeskip Osamu who’s a little rounder at the edges.

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notebook never lies

bakugo x reader

You hunched over Midoriyas desk, talking to him during lunch period as everyone scattered and went to their friends.

You nodded and awed as he babbled about his notebook, flipping through pages and pages of hero's before getting to the section of your classmates.

Midoriya was mindlessly flipping as he talked, giving you some key information about your peers. Sometimes it was just idle gossip he heard in passing and other times it was random facts he learned about their costumes.

His drawings weren't the best, but you could make out who was who.

As he was getting to the end of the book, he flipped to the longest page. Bakugo's page.

His childhood friend who he knew almost every fact about, from when he got his quirk to how fast it developed through the years.

You leaned closer, intrigued by the facts littered through out. Reading through the page, you recognized some of the information. Like how he enjoyed spicy food and details about his nitro glycerin quirk.

As both you and Midoriya talked about Bakugo, in awe at how powerful he was. You froze as your green haired friend uttered something that had your mind glitching.

"Oh yeah, this was a recent one I learned." Midoriya stated reading off his description of Bakugo's feelings towards you, his eyes scanning the book as if it was no big deal.

"Wait back up, I think I misheard you." You awkwardly laughed, trying to understand what Midoriya just revealed.

"Hm?" He tilted his head confused. "It's right here fact number forty two, Kaachan likes you." He repeated, staring up at you.

You took in a breath, eyes widening as you scanned the page yourself. Staring back at you in black ink was those exact words and a vague description of how he found out.

Right on cue, you could head the hot head shuffling past the row of desks, heading towards you two. His eyes flickering towards Midoriyas open notebook, his atrocious depiction of himself catching his gaze.

"You still haven't gotten better at drawing after all these years, can't even call you an artist nerd." *Bakugo rolled his eyes as he snatched the notebook, his eyes roaming over the rows of facts. Before freezing on the same line that caught you off guard.

"What the hell is this?!" He yelled, slamming the book shut. His eyes shooting you a quick glance before glaring back at his childhood buddy.

As the two of them bickered, (more like Bakugo yelling at Midoriya as he tried to explain himself) Midoriya yanked his belongings back, shoving it in his bag before side eyeing Bakugo.

"Why are you so upset, it's not like I wrote a lie. You of all people should know this book is fully factual." Midoriya said matter of factly, causing the fiery blonde to stutter out half finished insults.

"I- yeah but- okay listen here Deku! You didn't have to go around parading it to everyone!" Bakugo sputtered, his ears burning red as he tried to keep his composure in front of you.

Your poor green freckled friend was digging himself a bigger hole everytime he spoke. "I didn't show everyone, just them." He smiled, pointing towards your sitting form.

Your body stiffening in the chair as Bakugo's attention focused towards you. His face heating up as he tried to avoid direct eye contact, shoving his Midoriya slightly as he stomped away.

"Did I say something wrong?" Midoriya asked you cluelessly, the both of you watching as Bakugo left the classroom.

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IT’S MY SANUSO-VERSARY🎉 a year ago today I posted my first fanart of sanuso on my twt, I had no idea what was coming…

Anyway, to celebrate I thought a comic about a fan fav headcanon (the lightning scars) and my interpretation of them would be fun^^

I hope you all enjoy and ty for loving sanuso with me for these past few months!💛💙

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ignore bakugo's nonchalance he missed it too

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My goat made it to top 5 let’s go!!🙏🏼🙏🏼

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Suna Rintarou has ignored you for seven hours, twenty-three minutes, and forty-five seconds. Not that you’re counting. He hadn’t looked at you when you waved good morning. Didn’t reply when you texted him during lunch. And now, during practice, he’s pretending you don’t exist—unless it’s to rotate away the second you step near him. Which is why you’ve had it.

You march across the gym floor with fire in your veins, stopping right in front of him during a water break. The rest of the team goes quiet, curious eyes flicking between you and the tall, unbothered middle blocker who’s carefully unwrapping sports tape like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Rin, what the hell is your problem?”

Suna doesn’t even look at you. “I don’t have a problem.”

“Bullshit. You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

He scoffs. “Why don’t you just go hang out with your boyfriend?”

You blink. “I’m sorry— my what now?”

Now he looks at you. Flat expression. Bored tone. “The guy you hugged this morning.”

You stare at him. Then you laugh—one short, incredulous breath. “You mean my little cousin?” 

Suna freezes. A beat. Another beat. A visible oh, shit creeps across his face as the team collectively chokes behind you.

“Oh,” he mutters. “Well. He was… tall.”

You slap his arm. “He’s, like, an inch taller than me. And he was just thanking me for lunch money.”

“Well, it didn’t look innocent,” he grumbles, ears now bright pink.

“Are you serious right now?! You’ve been sulking all day over my cousin?”

He shrugs and drops his gaze. “Didn’t know he was your cousin.”

You narrow your eyes. “And what if he wasn’t?”

Silence. The team holds its breath.

Suna exhales, then mutters, “Then I wouldn’t like it.”

Your heart stutters.

His eyes meet yours again—and this time, he really looks at you. His voice is no longer bored. It’s quiet. Honest. “Seeing you with someone else, I mean.”

You tilt your head, a smile curling on your lips—sharp and smug. "Then do something about it.”

Behind you, Atsumu lets out a low, delighted cackle. “Ohhh, shiiit—she got you.”

You don’t wait for a response. Just turn on your heel, walking out of the gym with your head held high. But not before glancing back once—

And catching Suna frozen in place, face red, as the entire team starts swarming him with grins, whistles, and way too much noise. You smile to yourself.

Let him squirm.

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" SURFER GIRL! "

summary. brazil!hinata x surfer!reader

warnings. afab!reader, post!timeskip

a/n. wrote this bc of @/garfieldissocool . just a drabble idk

the ball slams into the sand with a dull thud, the sun hot against hinata‘s bare back. beach volleyball is always fun, a little bit harder, but more carefree. the atmosphere is more friendly, less competing to actually win the game.

the other team has possession of the ball, and he’s honestly starting to feel a little antsy to jump. as the opposite side prepares to serve, hinata glances out towards the sea. it was supposed to be a quick sweep of the beach, just because he needed to calm himself for a second. but something else catches his attention. it feels like a pull to his heart, a gut feeling that drags his gaze to you. he zeroes in on your frame in the water, stood on a surfboard and gliding with the waves of the ocean.

now, hinata knows close to nothing about surfing, but you’re staying on the board, so you must be pretty good, right? you’re doing it effortlessly too, like it’s as simple as walking to you.

for some reason, he can’t look away, his brain won’t let him. he's seen lots of surfers, they’re always out when he’s on the beach. he’s always thought surfing was cool, but he’d never tried it, too caught up with volleyball to try anything else. he keeps watching you, though, forgetting about the game that’s still ongoing around him. he’s impressed at first, impressed that you’re able to keep your balance so easily, but as you get closer to shore, he notices that…

oh… wow.

you’re beautiful.

he's seen many women in his time in brazil, but none like you. none as pretty or as intriguing as you. he’s never been interested in dating or girls in general, even in high school, he was always busy with volleyball. he still is. all he really thinks about is volleyball, that’s how it’s been for years.

but…

there’s something about you. maybe it’s your hair, or the way your skin looks wet, or perhaps the carefree look on your face. he isn’t sure, it’s just… you.

he decides right there that he has to meet you, he has to talk to you and find out what your voice sounds like. he has to see you up close, to get to know you.

however, before he can even move, the ball is flying into his face, hitting him on the side of his head. a sharp sting follows, and he falls back in the sand with a grunt, his hand rubbing at his skin. his eyes shoot back to you though, and suddenly you’re looking at him. he can’t even hear the sounds of his friends laughing or asking if he’s okay, can’t hear the sounds of the ocean or the seagulls flying overhead. all he can see is you. you and you’re pretty smile as you try to hold back a laugh.

he isn’t even embarrassed that you probably saw him get hit, and he isn’t embarrassed that he’s blatantly staring at you. he’s too enthralled by you to feel anything but attraction. his chest feels tight and fluttery… is this what love feels like? this is sort of how he feels when he eats good food, or when he gets a point.

after a handful of seconds, he finally regains his composure. after unscrambling his brain, he forms a coherent thought.

he's going over there.

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oh, it’s been a while…

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hello! So far you have made really good post, and it made me think, what if you made one about bakugou x y/n, they JUST started making out and started this thing where after class and even the cafeteria hours they would go to the roof top and make out, and then come back to class and act like nothing ever happened. Also somtimes he would throw a paper and secretly desk her under the desk where they would meet up. 😍

when katsuki wants to make out during class

something soft hit your back, causing some giggles to be heard from around you. you raised your eyebrow, and when mister aizawa faced the chalkboard, you turned around to see nothing. a hand waved in front of your face, kaminari’s hand, to be exact, and his finger then pointed at the ground.

a crumpled-up ball of paper lay on the ground, so you bent over to grab it, opening the paper under your desk. maybe it had something in it. on on page, nothing was there, so you turned it to see the words ‘ask to fill up your water bottle’ with a little explosion drawing at the end, which is how you figured out it was katsuki who wrote the note.

you grinned and raised your hand, throwing the paper into your backpack.

mister aizawa finally turned back to you and asked, “yes?”

“can i please fill up my water bottle?” you held it up and shook it, and when no sloshing around was heard, he nodded.

you picked it up and walked outside the classroom, katsuki soon followed behind after he asked to go to the bathroom. he stomped after you, placing your water bottle next to the fountain before giving you a sly smile and gripping your hip. he shoved his lips onto yours and softly groaned, kissing you repeatedly, strings of saliva still connecting your lips after parting for a short period.

he lifted up your thigh, pressing it against his hip as he continued to kiss you. words haven’t even been spoken yet, but it was clear what the two of you needed.

even after that, he continued to ask you to leave during class or lunch to spend time with you. he didn’t just love you for your body, he didn’t just want pleasure, he wanted you as a person. katsuki knew he wasn’t good at expressing his emotions or love for people in a healthy way, but this was the only way he felt he could do it. it would always leave the two of you breathless, red, and even more in love.

to him, this was one of the most intimate acts someone could do, and he loved you with his whole soul. he never regretted skipping class to make out with you, besides when you heard a loud yell and chuckle from someone across the hall.

an annoyingly familiar voice rang in your ears, “hey, class 1-a! did you know two of your students, bakugo and l/n skip class just to make out in the halls?” monoma loudly chuckled, “class 1-b would never—“

he would always be smacked in the head by kendo, who would apologize and ‘leave the two of you be.’

that was one of the only times katsuki had felt embarrassed after making out with you.

hope you enjoyed this! i’m so happy you love my writing, your compliments mean the world to me. also, i gained around seven asks in one night so im trying to catch up, i apologize that i am not posting as often

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lmao why do i feel like bakugo would be a sleep talker, and like a loud one -- none of that mumbling stuff that izuku sometimes does but like, yaps in his sleep, just little snippets --

"-- don't you dare --"

"-- nerd --"

"-- just g'na blow it up --"

"-- so lame, what're you even --"

"-- keep em safe --"

"-- get down! get down!"

"... love... don't go --"

"... love you --"

you greet him in the morning with a smile, a kiss, and a cup of coffee.

"you were talking in your sleep last night," you say, casual, peaking at him over the rim of your own steaming coffee mug. the frothed milk is sweet on your tongue.

katsuki flushes a bright red, his eyes cutting away.

"yeah, well... hope i didn't say anything weird or embarrassing."

you laugh, "no, nothing embarrassing. you were yelling for a bit --"

"oi --"

you wave him off with a grin, "but..." your eyes twinkle, "then you said some... some pretty sweet stuff so..."

at this, katsuki goes an even more impossible shade of red as he mumbles into his coffee cup --

"well yeah... at first i think i was... fightin' something but then... then i started dreaming 'bout --" he clears his throat, his scowl digging ever deeper between his brows, "'bout you."

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I personally believe Bakugo would get with a girl from a different country and not mind a slight language barrier.

Can you imagine how cute he’d sound trying to speak english?

He understands you, but for some reason actually speaking the language gets him tongue tied.

“Nice…to…meet…ju—-FUCK.”

“You. It’s okay.” You kiss his cheek as he begins to type away on his phone with google translate;

“How long are we going to be on this train. I’m fucking bored.”

You giggle at his words with his blank, furrowed expression and climb over to wrap your arms around his neck, “This is a 12 hour train ride and we just got on two hours ago, papa. Besides, we can practice your english for when you meet my mom.”

Your lips peck his pouted bottom lip, still happy and excited to finally be with your long distance boyfriend, and of course Bakugo was estatic himself. He has been practicing his english and so far he knows a few basic greetings and phrases. same you with Japanese.

The effort he’s been putting into this relationship really made your heart swoon for him more. He’s a bit rough around the edges, but that’s honestly what made you fall for him all those years ago.

“Again.” His raspy voice spits out in English, his ruby red eyes down on your glossed lips. He was still so demanding despite his cheeks being to red with you on his sturdy lap.

Cupping his chubby cheeks you tilt your head to do so more slowly and firm, he holds you by the ass to push you more against his chest, the sounds of nothing but the white noise of the train moving so fast and both of your moaning filled the train cabin.

“Kiss..again….please.” Bakugo spoke again, still needy, but trying to steady his breathing, which really made you smile so widely, he really was trying, even if he only spoke in broken English.

You kiss him once more, eventually feeling his tongue swipe your teeth for more access, he gets tongue tied when speaking another language, but not when he kisses you.

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Sure, why not? I know it's only been 6 months since I last shared any art here (I wanna maintain my aloof mysterious persona, after all) but I'm feeling generous. Join me on Patreon and BSKY coz that's where I live.

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This side of paradise 🫧🌊🏡🐠

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Thinking about drunk Kirishima, red solo cup in hand, babbling on and on about his pretty, perfect girlfriend. His words are slurred with every compliment, cheeks flushed, grin wide and unashamed as he brags to anyone who’ll listen.

Girls try to flirt with him, tossing casual smiles and playful touches his way, but he doesn’t even notice—he’s too consumed with talking about you.

“Yeah, my girl does that way better,” he says without missing a beat, brushing off their attempts with a lazy wave of his hand.

“Oh, she went there—said it sucked. So nah, I’m not wasting my time.”

“She helped me train for my last spar—took one look at my stance and fixed it. Coach-level instincts, man. I’d be a mess without her.”

He keeps going, proud and loud about how perfect you are for him, how lucky he is. Somewhere between bragging about your pretty eyes, and how you always know when he's feeling off, he starts rambling about how he’s gonna marry you someday—says it with the casual certainty of someone who knows he’s already found his forever.

Then he sees you walk past, and his whole face lights up like someone just turned on all the lights in the room. His eyes go wide, voice shooting up in volume, puppy-dog excited as he points:

“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!”

Before you can escape, he’s already stumbling over with that dopey, lovesick grin, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you back to the group like he just won a prize. He looks at them all smug, like see? told you she was perfect.

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