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gang PLS do smth similar to ur suna texts with the bsf who wants u but with BAKUGOU IM GOING SO FERAL INSANE - 🫐

bakugou katsuki as your bsf that lowk wants you

tags/warnings : sexual/kys jokes, bakugou isn’t very canon, college auish ?, matter is they’re grown, just for funsies

a/n : your prayers have been finally answered 🙏 if yall like this i might make it a series lol

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one night, battered and bruised and completely delirious. bakugou decides to skip caring for his wounds and crash on the couch, after slipping through his balcony door. unbeknownst to him, he had accidentally stumbled into your house.

walking into your apartment after a happy hour with your company to see a man passed out on the couch definitely warrants a scream from your throat. but you end up freezing in the entry way, hand hovering over the light switch as you try and make out who the hell was in your house right now.

you notice that the balcony door is open, so that must've been the intruders way in. was he awake and didn't hear you come in? you lived on the second to highest floor, so there's no way he was homeless. and from the shadow itself this man is huge, and the more you squint the more it seems like he's completely passed out. his entire body encompassed the couch, except for the one leg hanging off. you guess you can't even be mad about boot on your couch right now, you had bigger problems.

as your eyes trace down his body, trying to piece together who was sleeping on your couch, you see his gauntlets laying on the floor. that's when it clicks that this is no stranger, but none other than pro-hero dynamight. and he was soundly sleeping on your couch.

when that realisation comes into play, your body decides to relax. you don't hesitate to prod over to the couch and straight past him, to the balcony door. shutting it and locking it before spinning around. you don't know what compels you to leave him be, but disturbing him is the last thing you want to do. he looks peaceful, definitely deep in sleep because he hasn't even twitched from you moving around.

as you're about to throw a blanket over him, you pause at the cuts on his face, the dried and matted blood around his neck and the dark gash on his chest. scrunching your nose, you head to the kitchen to grab a warm wash cloth and the first aid kit. as you kneel on the floor by the couch, you pray silently that he doesn't wake up, freak out and blast you to kingdom come.

you hesitate as you go to wipe his face, but he doesn't even flinch. you wipe the mud, dirt and what you're assuming is ash off his face and neck, before wiping it over with alcohol so that the cuts don't get infected.

as you gently wipe over the cut on his chest, thanking all of divinity that it wasn't too deep and wouldn't require stitches. you place antiseptic wherever you could see, and placing the only type of bandaids you have -- strawberry shortcake ones -- over the cuts that were smaller. you then drape the blanket over his body, lifting the one leg that was hanging off the side and gently shoving a pillow under his head.

you ease his boots off, before you stare at the gauntlets on the floor, they were like gigantic bombs. and they were just casually laying on your living room floor. cool.

so you carefully, and i mean really fucking carefully lift them so that they were off to the side and he wouldn't trip over himself if he woke up in the middle of the night. and jesus christ what were those things made out of? they were heavy as fuck, you were impressed he carried them around all day.

but judging by the way he dwarfed your couch, not only in height but in width he had the strength and build to carry it.

the next morning you come down stairs and the man was in the same position as the night before, you snort before you write a note saying

hey big guy, think you stumbled into the wrong flat last night. there's coffee and food in the fridge, feel free to indulge. hope hotel y/n was to your liking, please leave a five star review at your convenience.

before heading out to work. you're a little sad that you won't get to interact with the big and burly man that found his way into your humble abode. but you snort at the fact that he managed to make that big of a mistake anyways. he’s definitely gonna be beating himself up for it.

little did you know that when you got back from work a small note with a certain pro-hero’s number was gonna be waiting for you.

food ain’t half bad, thanks for letting me crash and for cleaning up my shit. sorry for the mess, let me make it up to you? ## #### #### talk about what happened here and i’ll deny it till my last breath.

reblogs and likes are much appreciated!

© 2025 @charbakugou.

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Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t a man for sweet things.

That was the first thing you noticed about him when he first came into the coffee shop. 

The CEO of the well known company known as Dynamight, he came in to the cafe where you worked regularly with a pretty woman you eventually came to realize was his girlfriend.

They were a nice pair, and though you felt a little guilty for it, you couldn’t help but check out the CEO himself. He had gone viral on the internet only a year ago for becoming one of the youngest successful entrepreneurs of all time, launching his spicy food globally. With striking red eyes, spiky hair that looked like it would be soft to the touch (not that you would, even though you really wanted to), and his voice, god his voice, you could go on and on about how husky and gravelly his voice was, deep and commanding, one could immediately tell he was a businessman just from his authoritative tone.

However, he was kind. You could see it in the way he always opened the door for his girlfriend, treating her with the utmost care.

They were the perfect couple.

From what you could tell, he was a man of routine. Because every single day, without fail, he’d order the same exact thing. Two medium iced americanos, one with milk, and one without. It came to the point where you’d always start off your morning by making said two cups before anything else, knowing they’d come by to pick it up anyways.

Until one day, he came alone.

He didn’t order anything this time, instead just quietly shuffling into the booth he normally took with such a hollow expression on his face it pained you as well.

You weren’t close, you and Bakugou, but seeing his gentle demeanor gone in an instant, replaced with such a cold and hard shell made your heart clench.

It was strange, though you felt fleeting moments of attraction for the man (you’d never overstep boundaries though, respecting his relationship (?) ) and yet, you…cared.

It was strange, you thought, how you frowned and told your coworker to cover for you for a few minutes, and this time, stepping out of the routine you were used to.

It was strange, not making the americano you were used to, now trying something new.

Thinking about Bakugou, and what you noticed of him from the past few months of daily coffee visits, you decided that maybe, just maybe, he needed something new too.

Adding a few ice cubes to make the coffee relent its hot temperature, you put a lid on the cup and walk over to his booth, placing it on his table. 

“Here.” you say softly. “On the house.”

Bakugou looks up at you and blinks, surprised, staring at you as if he was drinking you in for the first time ever.

You chuckle awkwardly, unsure of what to do, internally panicking that you overstepping your boundaries.

“You looked a little, uh…downcast? I figured getting something in your system might make you feel better.” You smile gently. “I know it’s not what you usually order, but I figured a change of pace might be nice.”

Bakugou clears his throat and coughs out a thanks, under his breath. It’s not much, but you feel your heart warm all the same.

You watch as he sips it gingerly, eyes widening as he tastes the sweet flavor.

“Is this…caramel?” He murmurs, surprised.

You swallow thickly, nervous. “Yeah, I made a caramel macchiato for you..! …Do you like it?”

Bakugou smiles, a rare, genuine soft smile, as he clears his throat and takes another sip. “Yeah,s'good...I think you're right. Maybe I needed a change of pace.”

You smile warmly and look back at your coworker, who’s calling you over to help out in the kitchens. 

You look back over at the blonde apologetically, his eyes still trained on you, nodding in understanding as you tell him that you’re needed elsewhere, but to not hesitate to call you if he needed anything.

As you walk away, you don’t notice the red eyes still trained on your retreating form. 

Bakugou scolds himself. His ex-girlfriend had dumped him only two days ago and now he can’t get your damn smile out of his head.

When you return from the kitchen, you see Bakugou’s booth empty, save for a $50 tip and a card that reads “Call me.” with a number on it.

You can’t help but feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach, trying to tame your flustered face as you quickly pocket the money and card and rush back to your counter, now replaying your interaction with the man over and over in your head.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t a man for sweet things.

But you? You might be the exception.

A/N this was smthn i wrote for an event a while back... but i liked it a lot so repost!!

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So, it's basically canon that Pro Heroes come to assist heroes in training at UA, right?

Just imagine the horror the new generation of heroes would face when they realize that their opponent for training that day is none other than the Number Two Pro Hero, Dynamight.

It's a hero team vs villain simulation - a joint practice between both hero course classes - Katsuki basically has free range to destroy the mock city UA had built and the students had to prevent him from doing so, which was really just a waste of money because of the Pro Hero's already destructive tendencies.

He already had to regulate himself for Pro Hero work, so this was really just waving the reg flag in front of the bull.

Needless to say, they all got their asses kicked, all 40 of them. Whether it was due to falling debris or evading explosions, all of them were forced to wave their white flags eventually.

The students weren't so much in shock, they were in awe, of how a Pro Hero could be so powerful and intimidating, and well...badass.

Their main takeaway? Katsuki Bakugou was an impenetrable force to be reckoned with.

Or... at least for a few minutes.

You can imagine the shock on their faces when the grim and serious expression on Dynamight's face melts instantly when he hears a voice speak up behind him.

"Katsuki, if you keep frowning all the time, you're going to get wrinkles."

He turns around, a rare smile stretching across his face as he stares at you, his wife, like you're the only person in the world at that moment, like you're the only one that matters.

"Tch. I don't get wrinkle lines, woman. Yer just seein' things."Despite his slight harsh words, they're softer, somehow, and the happy twinkle in his eyes is unmistakable.

The students gape at each other. The Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou , in love? The same pro hero that was wreaking havoc and creating carnage in his wake was the same one now staring at his wife with a dopey grin and peppering kisses across your face.

"Katsuki!" You whine, but it looses its credibility as you start to laugh at his antics. "What's gotten into you, huh?" you ask, a little softer, so that only he could hear.

He looks at you, a soft look in his eyes as he kisses you gently and lovingly pulling away to admire your pretty face.

"M'just feeling sentimental I guess... We were probably their age when we started dating huh?" He says, referring to the students.

You snort, recalling the time when Katsuki first asked you out. "Aww...is my baby feeling sentimental? You were a dork back then."

Katsuki looks offended and his grumbles, nipping your jawline in annoyance."Oi. I was not a dork back then. If anything, Izuku was the dork."

You smile teasingly, kissing his nose, effectively shutting your explosive husband up.

"Is that so? Because I recall you had your All Might posters set up in chronological order of his costume eras."

Katsuki's ears turn red and his large hand wraps around the back of your hand, burying your face in his chest.

"Shaddup woman. Yer the one who fell for this dork in the first place."

You laugh, your voice muffled by his chest, but he can still hear you just fine. Looking up at him you smile.

"You may be a dork, but you're my dork."

The students watch is abosolute shock, mouth gaping open as they wonder how the hell you were able to render Katsuki Bakugou to the sappy man they saw in front of them.

A/N: on the repost grind this one is so cute hehe

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Nerds 💚🧡

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he’s a good neighbour that helps you carry your groceries and listens to you yapping

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i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.

make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.

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drummer!katsuki notices their die hard fan, reader. ༄ BAND + COLLEGE AU,female reader, quirks don’t exist in this AU, shotoxsero, reader smokes,author doesn’t smoke so not accurate, so does bakugo, swearing, suggestive, jealous bakugo, smut headcanons at the end, fluff headcanons too ༄ pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4 (the end)

so nervous. so fucking nervous. he was pacing around his room, running a hand through his hair.

where the hell is kirishima when i need him the most, damnit!!

that’s when he heard his doorbell ring and he rushed to open the door, letting his best friend in. kirishima immediately noticed the state he was in.

“dude, what the hell is going on?” he asked with a laugh, half panicked at why he was acting so weird, thinking he had killed someone or something.

“you know, y/n?” katsuki murmured, sitting down on his couch. “i asked her out a couple days ago, and we’re meeting today at 7 at some fancy restaurant she likes and im freaking the fuck out man.” he rambled. he never rambled. you see what you do to him?

“that’s great, man! but why are you so freaked out? you two seem to hit it off.” kirishima said with a. furrow of his brow, moving to sit next to his distressed friend in the couch.

“see that’s the thing, i know she’s into me, and im into her, and that’s why i don’t get why im still so fucking nervous.” he grumbled out, “she just does that to me, man, i don’t know.” he murmured, shaking his head.

kirishima nodded, patting him on the back. “i promise everything is gonna be fine.” he said, smiling softly at his anxious buddy. “did you get her anything? like flowers?” he asked.

bakugo just nodded, “yeah, i kinda interrogated shoto into telling me her favorite things.” he said, calming down.

“good. just be yourself man, she clearly loves that.” he chuckled lightly. “as long as your respectful, and kind, which i know is kinda pushing it for you, but it won’t be hard if you like this woman.” he said, nodding.

bakugo took a deep breath, nodding with him, feeling calmer, but still nervous. he started getting ready 2 hours early, not wanting to be late, or miss anything.

he slicked his hair back, which was unusual for him since he was punk, and liked his hair super spiky, but he respected this restaurant and their rules, and didn’t wanna make a fool of himself in front of you.

he put on an all-black suit, putting a little silver pin to just accessorize himself, wanting at least one thing that was unique in his outfit. he wore multiple rings and jewelry, spraying himself with cologne, eating gum, brushing his teeth 2 times before leaving, not wanting to scare you away before he stopped.

was he really doing all this for you? for a girl? he looked like a fool, but he was. he was a fool for you ever since you laid eyes on him. so yeah, this was worth it to him, even if suits were uncomfortable, if dress shoes looked silly, and his forehead looked a little bigger because of his slick back, it was all worth it.

finally, it was 6:40, he had cleaned out his car, his apartment (for the slim chance you wanted to come home with him.) and it was time to pick you up. he was more excited than nervous this time, so he put in the address you sent him into his phone, also remembering when he drove you home, so it was sort of familiar.

he pulled up, checking his watch, 6:53. he got out, taking a deep breath and walking up to your apartment, waiting a minute or two just to calm his nerves before knocking. it was almost exactly 7:00 PM.

you opened the door and it felt like he fell in love at first sight all over again.

your dress was beautiful, it brought out your eyes. your jewelry was shiny and pretty as always, though you simplified it tonight since it was a fancy restaurant, and those heels. they made you taller but you still had to look up at him. they made your legs look endless and he seriously contemplated a change of plans after this outfit.

“you look.. beautiful..” he said after a couple beats of silence, just awestruck.

you blushed. “thank you. you look good too.” you said, looking at his put together form.

a flush creeped up his neck, he held out his arm. god what was he doing? you were probably gonna laugh at him, he was being sappy. corny. weird. he managed to speak, “you ready to go, gorgeous?” he said, slightly smooth, his voice shaky. you nodded, grabbing your purse then his arm, walking to the car.

he smelt good. he looked good. you didn’t know how you bagged this. he did look different though. very different, very formal. you thought you were overdressed before this but you managed to match his fancy very nicely.

you guys drove to the restaurant and all your nerves melted away as you talked, the conversation flowing smoothly as always. his car was nice. expensive even. you didn’t know his whole music thing was making him this much money. you didn’t pry though.

you couldn’t keep your eyes off him and when they were, his were on you.

you eventually pulled up to the restaurant, the sun already setting, painting the sky in a beautiful array of reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows.

“you look beautiful in this light.” he murmured, almost under his breath, like he was just thinking aloud. his hand found your waist, walking beside you as you entered the building.

immediately you were met with candle lighting, marble floors, chandeliers, and just the feeling of luxury. your jaw dropped slightly before you picked it up again, coming up to the hostess stand.

it seems the host recognized him, already telling you to follow her to your table. you were suspicious before seeing your table. there was a bouquet of your favorite flowers for you, and a purse that you had passively mentioned you wanted while you were at dinner with him last week.

you giggled, blushing as you walked a little faster to the table. “is all of this for me?” you laughed, looking back and up at him, practically beaming and he felt like his heart could melt. a blush took over his face as he tried to be calm and act normal. “uh.. yeah.” he cleared his throat, smiling slightly as he pulled out your chair for you, letting you sit before moving to his side of the table.

dinner was great, your view was amazing, katsuki in front of you and the view beside you. it overlooked a river and it looked absolutely beautiful as the sun dipped below the horizon.

you talked and talked all night, he couldn’t get tired of you if he wanted.

eventually you guys ordered and ate your food. he made sure to pick a place that served your favorites.

it was getting late, and you guys went back to the car and he drove you home. god, he didn’t want this night to end, but he didn’t wanna rush you, so he walked you up to your apartment, stood at the door as you looked back at him.

you just looked at each other until he broke the silence.

“i’d love to do this again.” he murmured, smiling down at you.

“me too.” you whispered back, returning his smile with your own.

his hand reached up to tuck you hair behind your ear, “can i kiss you, y/n?” he muttered, biting his lip.

you nodded and he took a step closer, leaning down as he cupped your face.

“use your words, pretty.”

“yes, you can kiss me.”

he closed the distance between you, kissing you deeply, his other hand finding the side of your neck. he let you choose the pace, not wanting to do anything that’d make you uncomfortable.

your grabbed onto the collar of his suit, pulling him in closer, into your apartment, closing the door behind him. he grabbed onto your hair, not so much to hurt you, pressing you against the wall, muttering your name in between kisses.

he pulled back, his breath shaky, looking down at you before letting out a low chuckle.

“again.” he muttered, almost a groan as he kissed you deeper, more longing as he gripped your waist, smiling against your lips before pulling away, leaving you longing for more.

“i’ll text you for our second date, okay?” he said, cupping your face, brushing his thumb against your face before pulling away and leaving.

you guys went on multiple dates after that, before he officially made you his girl. once SPARKNITE got more popular and they went on tours, he took you on all of them, never wanting to leave your side.

you inspired him to branch out and make his own music. you alone were his muse, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

HEADCANONS

drummer!katsuki who didn’t let you pay for any more concert tickets after you two started dating. SPARKNITE? instantly backstage. deftones? floor tickets immediately. any other band/artist you wanted? you’d wake up to the passes all paid for you and a plus one, which was often him.

drummer!katsuki who needs a kiss for good luck every time he performs.

drummer!katsuki who shows up on stage with lipstick stains all over his neck and face, his clothes wrinkled, and his hair messed up, not giving a flying fuck about his appearance.

drummer!katsuki takes you on a lot of music related dates, sometimes treating you to a fancy restaurant like before, but your both more comfortable going to concerts and theatres.

drummer!katsuki who promises to take you out at least once a week, whether it be a date, shopping, or just hanging out.

drummer!katsuki who hard launches you once his fan girls get too intense for you.

drummer!katsuki who’s so obsessed with you, he devotes a whole album to you, the cover art being you.

NSFW HEADCANONS

drummer!katsuki who records your pretty moans and noises during sex, putting it into his songs when he finally branches out to do his own music. his audience doesn’t know, it’s a secret between the two of you.

drummer!katsuki fucks you before every show. it gives him motivation, he says your his good luck charm but in reality he can’t and won’t go through a single day without his hands on you.

drummer!katsuki who loves doing your makeup just to fuck your face and ruin it at the end of the night.

drummer!katsuki who can’t hold himself back whenever you wear that merch of SPARKNITE with his signature on your back, if it’s in public, he has to pull you aside in an alley or a family bathroom, if it’s in your house, anywhere he finds you will do.

A/N: this series was so fun to do!! (⌒ω⌒) he was def ooc a lot so im sorry for that </3, thx for all the support on this!! taglist: @lillyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy @taodarlington @claireeredfield @antriimx @luvvytee @flamgosstuff @adv3rs1ty @kalulakunundrum @drageonix24 @that-b-word-lol

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drummer!katsuki notices their die hard fan, reader. ༄ BAND + COLLEGE AU,female reader, quirks don’t exist in this AU, shotoxsero, minaxkirishima, jirouxdenki, reader smokes,author doesn’t smoke so not accurate, so does bakugo, swearing, suggestive ༄ pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4 (the end)

dynamight.is.the.best started following you.

you furrowed your brows. you blink. you blink again, wondering if this was some sort of dream or a figment of your imagination.

dynamight?!

you clicked on the profile, checking if it was some fan account. you knew he had his fair share of fanpages, like every musician does, but this one was strange. no profile picture. no bio. no mutuals other than shoto. he had just a bit of followers. the next natural thing was to call shoto and ask who it was? and confirm if it was actually him before you started freaking out.

the phone rang once. twice.

“y/n!! hey what’s up?” he answered, he was somewhere loud, like a restaurant, you could tell. “hey—uh—where are you right now? i got a question.” you said closer to the microphone so he could hear you. “i’m out with sero, mina, and kirishima.” he said, nodding his head as if you could see him. “oh, sorry! really quickly, who’s this? they just followed me on instagram and i don’t know if it’s a fan account or..” you said, trailing off as you sent him a screenshot of the profile.

“oh yeah, that’s bakugo!” he said, laughing softly, knowing how much he’s your favorite. “bakugo?! like katsuki bakugo?!” you laughed, kind of shocked. “yeah.” he chuckled back. “well i’ll leave you alone for now, call me later.” you say, hanging up after he said bye.

“byee.” he called out in a sing-songy way as you hung up. he put his phone down, looking back up at his friends confused faces. “oh that was y/n, i think katsuki finally followed her on instagram.” he laughed softly, shaking his head.

“seriously? that’s great!” kirishima laughed.

“finally. he’s been obsessed with her for the longest time—just can’t admit it.” mina exclaimed, running a hand through her pink hair.

“yeah, he’s been asking me about her for the longest time, man.” he laughed, shaking his head.

“at least he finally grew the balls to do something, saw him talking to her earlier.” sero said, slurping up some pasta infront of him, before changing the subject.

back to you.

you were staring at your phone. at the notification. how did he find you? i mean, it’s not like you were incredibly private, you had a small following on instagram and you’d frequently post, but you didn’t think you were easy to find. you guess it was just that he searched your name in, but that meant he searched. for you. he searched for you.

you didn’t know why but you felt giddier than you were supposed to.

you followed him back, or atleast requested to follow him back since he had a private account and he accepted almost 10 minutes later.

it was time to snoop. (if he even had anything posted.)

you clicked on the anonymous pfp, visiting the profile, sighing in relief when he had 4 posts up, a couple of highlights, and one story.

you clicked the story first and gasped, a huge bicep meeting your eyes. you could see a bit of his chest but he was flexing his arms, that was definitely the main focus. god, he looked so good. this gym picture made your thighs clench, your heart flutter and skip a beat. it’s almost like he knew you were gonna see it.

katsuki was a confident man. he knew he was talented. he knew he was handsome. so he had no problem when he found your account a couple hours ago, and planned to post a gym photo, knowing he was gonna follow you after the show, so it didn’t seem intentional that he posted for you, but everyone else knew.

they knew cause suddenly, he was active on social media, suddenly he was posting more pictures of him, more photos of his friends, and what he likes to do, all for you.

their next show was next week, saturday, and he wanted you backstage. badly. but you didn’t know him like that, and he didn’t know you like that. at least with todoroki, him and sero were together and he knew him from highschool, but you? you were sort of unknown, you were ‘shoto’s friend’ or ‘that one fan’ to them. he couldn’t justify to his friends that he wanted to invite you backstage without admitting to everyone that he was interested in you. as if they didn’t know already.

he had a plan, he was gonna come up to you again after their next show, just like he did this time, and invite you to their usual get together after the shows. the only reason he didn’t was because he had an exam tomorrow, and needed the sleep. so he did, he slept knowing you followed him back, and saw his story.

truth be told, this week couldn’t go by slower. for both of you. college classes and work were taking a toll on you and the only thing willing you through these days was the concert on saturday.

once saturday rolled by, you were excited. with katsuki’s money, you got to bring a friend with you, your coworker, ochaco. you both met up an hour before the show, getting dressed all pretty as you did your makeup, putting on a ton of jewelry like you always did, with a pretty little skirt and that t-shirt of theirs with bakugo’s signature on the back. you took a couple photos and tagged ochaco in a story on your instagram.

you hurriedly got in an uber, taking pictures and talking about whatever was on your guys’ minds.

again, you were front row with her, screaming your hearts out and having fun, a night to remember. ochaco had found some girl and got whisked away with her, leaving just you, like you usually were by the end of the night.

you were in the same spot as last week, pulling out your phone to call for an uber, shivering in the winter air when you felt fabric envelope you from behind. it smelt nice, almost sweet like caramel, but it also had this cologne, an expensive scent it was, one that made your knees weak. it was also really warm, but not the only reason heat was coursing through your body. you turned to see who it was, already having your suspicions.

“hey.” katsuki smiled down at you, wrapping his jacket around you. “take this, you’ll catch a cold.” he said with a gruff, but soothing voice. you thanked him, smiling back at him and nodding as you pulled the jacket onto yourself more. “you were amazing up there.” you said, tilting your head and averting your gaze. “thanks, pretty.” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “you had someone with you tonight, who was that girl?” he asked, trying to spark a conversation. “oh, that’s my friend, ochaco, she’s real sweet. she works with me.” you explained, your cheeks still flushed from the name/compliment he called you earlier.

conversation between the two of you flowed incredibly easily, and before you knew it, 15 minutes had gone by of the two of you just talking.

“hey y/n.. did you wanna join us for dinner? it’s tradition for us to get food after concerts.” he asked, scratching the back of his neck, all of a sudden nervous you were gonna say no.

“yeah, of course!” you said, grabbing your phone and cancelling the uber you ordered, and almost right on time, his friends had left the backstage area, beckoning them over to get in the car.

you said hi to everyone, following them to the car and getting in beside shoto, talking to him about the show, ochaco, and bakugo. once you guys parked, everyone got out and started walking towards the restaurant. you and bakugo trailed behind the group, just chatting, the energy between the two of you electric. you sat together in the restaurant, and only talked to each other and it felt like everyone else around you guys disappeared when you both talked, the candlelight flickering across his face beautifully as you rested your head on you hand, eating up every word that fell from his lips and since you didn’t have work tomorrow, you had a couple more glasses of wine then usual before you all had to leave.

“do you need a ride home?” katsuki asked, looking down at you. you nodded, swaying as you stood, your walking kind of faltering so he slipped his arm around your waste, keeping you stable as he led the two of you to the car.

as he drove the both of you home, he let you rest, he didn’t expect anything of you, no talking, no flirting like you guys have been all night, no nothing. he just wanted you home safe, and he wanted to be the one to do that.

“you know, your nice lookin’” you slurred slightly, staring at him as he drove.

he glanced your way, chuckling lowly, in a way that made you squirm in your seat. “yeah?” he murmured, “i think your nice looking too, y/n.” he said, his eyes on the road but he could feel your eyes burning into him. you thanked him with a giggle, finally taking your eyes off him and looking out the window.

“you know what photo i always wanted?” you spoke up, glancing at him.

“hm?” he hummed in response, paying attention to the road.

“have you seen the ones where the girl hangs her head out the window and leans back?” you laughed softly, looking at him like he hung the moon.

he chuckled, nodding. “yeah, i’m familiar, why? you want one?” he asked, whipping out his phone already.

“will you? thank you, katsukii…!” you say, rolling down the window, giggling and laughing and you stuck your head out and leaned it back, the wind blowing through your hair. it was exhilarating and you could hear camera clicks and see the camera flashes as he took multiple photos while still staying attentive to the road, laughing along with you.

you didn’t know until the next morning, but he had posted one of those photos on his story with the song, the only exception by paramore playing in the background of it.

you eventually sit back down in your seat, your hair messy as you laughed softly, asking to see the photos, sending yourself the good ones by putting your number in, a cheeky way into giving him your number.

he laughed along with you.

“your beautiful.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

before you knew it, he was pulling into the driveway of your apartment buildings and walking you up.

you invited him in, and he followed, only to make sure you were nice, warm, and safe. you changed into your pajamas as he waited in your living room. he practically tucked you in, putting your phone to charge, leaving a glass of water on your night stand along with some painkillers and left when you fell asleep, he tucked your hair behind your ear before leaving, needing to get back home.

he dmed you later that night for you to see in the morning.

“sorry i left, y/n. i had to get home to my dog.”

“forgive me?”

he sent with a link to backstage tickets to their next show, with meal and drinks included, all paid for, for next sunday.

sorry this took so long.. i would’ve posted this by 7PM if my phone didn’t die before i could save the draft for the og version.. </3

tags: @lillyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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drummer!katsuki notices their die hard fan, reader. ༄ quirks don’t exist in this AU, shotoxsero, minaxkirishima, jirouxdenki, reader smokes,author doesn’t smoke so not accurate, so does bakugo, swearing ༄ pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4 (the end)

music blares into your ears, the bass from the speakers so intense you feel it in your heart, your soul. this is the fifth concert you’ve been to of this band called, SPARKNITE. you took one listen on spotify and immediately fell in love with their music.

the band consisted of the lead singer, mina ashido, the second vocalist, eijirou kirishima, the guitarist, denki kaminari, the bassist, sero hanta, the keyboardist, kyoka jirou, and their drummer, katsuki bakugo.

you were introduced to their music because of your friend, shoto. he’s dating their bassist, sero, and ever since then, you guys have been front row, screaming your lungs and heart out, and dancing like nobodies watching. atleast you were, because for the past 3 concerts, shoto had been given backstage access cause of his boyfriend and he hangs out there instead of in the crowd during shows instead. he tried to get you back there too, but they didn’t know you well enough like they did todoroki, the least they could do was give you 50% discounts for tickets to their shows. you take what you can get and it’s not like your complaining.

it’s better upfront anyway. you hear the music better, see the light effects, the smoke, but more importantly, the band. the emotion in their faces, in their body language and the way they channel it into their own instrument and they all manage to make it sound harmonious. you and everyone in that crowd think it’s impressive, and that’s why your willing to empty your wallet just to go to these concerts. it wasn’t a shit ton of money, they weren’t huge, but big enough to be known amongst the rock and indie music community.

back to the present, you were singing your heart out at the barrier, going word for word with mina, laughing and having the time of your life. little did you know someone was watching you silently in the background, their drummer, katsuki bakugo.

when you first came in with shoto, sero’s quiet boyfriend, he didn’t seem to mind you or his friends partner. you both were quiet. mature. well-mannered. he liked that.

but when you showed up to their show, dressed with a bunch of jewelry adorning your neck, hands, arms, and hair, along with your over the top outfit that he thought was so pretty. he saw a different side of you that night. a beautiful fan girl, a real one. one that knew every lyric, every beat, every solo. one that’d only glance his way a couple times. one that’d flash him the brightest smile before going back to dancing.

the first time you did smile at him, he was stunned. time seemed to slow and he could only see you. his drum sticks ended up fumbling out of his hands and he scrambled to pick them up, muttering curses under his breath before getting back to the song, only staring straight ahead for the rest of the night except for..

the second time, he stared. he looked back, a slight flush on his face that you had just reduced was an effect of the real hot temperature that day. not because when you smiled at him, his heart would skip a beat. he ended up nodding at you as a hello.

the third time, it was your second time there with shoto, and adorning your t-shirt, was the bands logo.

their merch shirts were somewhat special, on the front, their logo was scribbled on the chest, and on the back, it was a printed signature of one of the band members. fans would usually wear their favorite on their back.

all night he had tried to see who was on the back of your shirt, squinting everytime you’d slightly turn. but when you smiled at him, he smiled back, his faint dimples showing as he gestured for you to turn around and show your back.

there. there it was. his signature on your back with little drumsticks next to it.

the smile on his face after was unstoppable, now that he knew he was your favorite, he didn’t have to be so nervous when you’d even turn his way.

he didn’t know why he felt nervous, flustered even, about you. he knew you were beautiful, and he assured himself that was the case.

it was safe to say that after that moment, he smiled back at you every single time you flashed your own.

tonight, their show ended extra late. you spent a little time collecting confetti from the floor to put in your phone case, a tribute to every concert you’ve been too. you were walking out, waiting for your uber to arrive as you shivered, standing on the curb next to the road as the cool midnight breeze crawled down your spine. you dug through your leather jacket, pulling out your box of cigarettes and taking one out along with a lighter as you let the cigarette dangle from your lips, lighting it before taking a long drag, slowly smiling as you put away your stuff.

you heard someone clear their throat, before a rough, deep, but unfamiliar voice spoke up.

“hey. y/n, right?” he grumbled, stepping beside you, his own cigarette dangling from his fingers, unlit.

your heart fluttered immediately, it was your favorite member of the band, and your favorite drummer of all time! in front of you! and he knew your name?!?! you pulled yourself together quickly, “yeah?” you managed to voice out, exhaling the smoke from your lung through your nose.

“hey.”

“hi.”

a beat of silence. a slightly awkward silence. you didn’t know what to say. should you stay nonchalant? should you geek out about SPARKNITE? should you fangirl about him? probably not. you decide to stick with the quiet demeanor.

“got a light?” he muttered out, glancing down at you. that’s when he realized your height difference, he was about a head taller than you. it made him smile.

you looked up at him, smiling back, before your eyes flickered back down, “oh. yeah—yeah i got one here.” you said, digging in your pockets for your lighter again when you finally grasped it. you took it out, holding it out for him when you realized his cig was now hanging from his lips. he pursed them slightly to hold it up for you as he leaned down to your level, smirking slightly.

you could’ve sworn your heart stopped, your hands suddenly sweaty and shaky. you flickered on the lighter, lighting his cigarette, staring into his eyes.

“thanks.” he murmured with a smile, straightening his back again, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “you got a ride?” he asked, turning back to face the road, tilting his head, taking out one hand to hold his smoke.

“yeah, my ubers’ getting here soon.” you nodded, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you stared at cars passing by.

“enjoyed the show?” he asked, breaking the silence. “yeah. your concerts are the best.” you giggled, nodding your head. he chuckled at that, and until that point, you didn’t know a laugh could be so attractive.

“i’m glad.” he responded with his own nod, not looking at you. “i like seeing you front row at our shows. your energy.. it’s electric.” he said, casually. you had to act casual, as if the compliment didn’t give you butterflies and make your knees weak. “thanks..—uh.. i like seeing you play.” you retorted, laughing softly.

god, he could listen to that sound forever.

“thanks.” he smiled, looking down at you. “listen—uh.. come to our next show, yeah? my treat.” he muttered, taking out his wallet and giving you a hundred and fifty bucks. more than enough for their next show, especially with that discount.

you furrowed your brows, looking up at him. “really? thank you so much.” you muttered, taking the cash, your fingers brushing lightly, a touch that gave both of you goosebumps. he nodded in response, before turning back to see him friends calling him over for a ride home.

“it’s been nice, y/n. hope to see you soon.” he said, putting out his cig with the bottom of his shoe.

“see you soon, dynamite.” you smiled, calling him by his stage name.

“katsuki.”

“what?”

“call me katsuki.”

he said before nodding, moving to walk to the rest of the band, shoto waving to you from a distance as you waved back.

soon enough, your uber arrived and you got home safe and sound, managing to freshen up and scroll on instagram before getting a notification.

dynamights.the.best started following you

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‧₊⋅♡⋆The Emergency Contact

˚🎀༘⋆ || Pro Hero Dynamight x reader |

Your phone rang at 2:47 AM.

Unknown number. Hospital line. A voice on the other end—calm but urgent.

“Are you Katsuki Bakugo’s emergency contact?”

Your heart dropped.

You didn’t even remember throwing on shoes. Your jacket was half-zipped. The cab ride over was a blur, your hands cold no matter how hard you wrung them.

You knew the risks. Loving a hero meant knowing one day the call could come. But it’s different when it does.

The hospital light was too white, too sterile. A nurse led you down the hall. “He’s stable,” she said gently. “A few bad hits. Cracked rib, minor burns. Shaken, not broken.”

Still, your stomach didn’t settle until you saw him.

Room 412. Curtain half-pulled. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, bandaged, bruised. Hair flattened on one side. Arms resting on his thighs, head bowed.

He looked up.

The relief hit his face so fast, so visibly, that it startled you. For someone who always had a sharp word loaded, he suddenly looked like he’d forgotten how to speak.

“…Didn’t mean to scare you,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Knew you’d come.”

You stepped in. Closed the door behind you.

For a moment, there were no jokes. No ego. Just the soft beep of the heart monitor and the hitch in your breath when you sat beside him and took his hand.

“You listed me as your emergency contact?” you said, voice barely a whisper.

He didn’t meet your eyes.

“You’re the only one I trust with the aftermath,” he said, fingers curling around yours. “Figured you should know if I ever got my dumb ass blown up.”

You let out a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. Pressed your forehead to his shoulder — carefully, avoiding the bruises.

“I’m here,” you said. “You scared the shit out of me, but I’m here.”

He exhaled hard, like that truth let him breathe again.

You sat in silence after that. No pressure to talk. His thumb traced circles into your palm. You watched the slow rhythm of the monitor, the rise and fall of his chest. And when the nurse peeked in, he glared until she backed out with a whispered, “Sorry.”

“You staying?” he asked, too casual.

You tucked the blanket higher on his chest. “Always.”

And in the harsh light of that sterile room, nothing ever felt more real than the way his hand gripped yours — like even Dynamight needed someone to hold onto, too.

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being pro-hero dynamight’s assistant has its perks.

well first-off, you’re treated like a human being! transferring from monoma and shindo’s agency was your best decision yet, here, you get your own office, a 2-hour lunch break, and 25 vacation days every year.

having dynamight as your boss is also great. he doesn’t make outrageous requests like “go refill the diffuser in my private bathroom” but, normal work stuff you signed up for.

and when you’re the assistant of a top-five hero, while there are a lot of things to do (shouto’s charity event, the met gala, his vogue interview, milan fashion week invitation, the tonight show attendance, oscar’s award ceremony yada yada yada) your job becomes fun.

but your work hours are still short and flexible, being in-office at 9:00 and out again at 5:00 means you get much more time to spend with your friends. while your own office is next to dynamight’s, it’s still open enough for his sidekicks to come chat.

so tell me why, at 8:30 pm, when your work hours have long been over, when the office is empty save for the janitor, you’re still there in your office, waiting for your boss to be back from his late patrol?

“tsk, told you not to wait for me,” his boots stomp down the hallway to where you’re seated. his mask pulled up onto his forehead, eyeliner slightly smudged from the humid night air. when he goes into his office, to change, to brush-up and grab his car keys, you begin to tidy up as well. close the lights, prepare tomorrow’s paperwork. “let’s go,” he says, back in his sweatpants and hoodie.

gosh you love your job.

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computer crashed so have this platter of old toshinori cringe

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The Ultra Impact Fantasy saga so far

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Pedro Pascal ✩ 78th Cannes Film Festival

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kiri loses a bet (mina gets to dye his hair pink 🙂‍↕️)

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