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Kitten/puppy/bunny/little girl

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when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

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"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

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Childhood! Bestfriend Bakugou who doesn’t even hide how your the only exception. Ever since you both were kids, he’d tell everyone how he’s going to marry you when your both older, helping you with scraped knees and chasing you around the playground when he didn’t want to play with anyone but you. Bakugou would hold your hand if you’re scared of walking into your class as kids, he’d share his snacks and you’re the only one he’d share his toys with. In middle school, Bakugou would grow rougher around the edges, even to you, but not as much. He’d be there for you when your dog died, still share his snacks and stay by you during lunch or study hall, he’d walk you home just so he’d know your safe. But in public Bakugou would be softer, sitting on his bedroom floor, the tv playing with a dumb movie as you two ate popcorn, he’d simply be quiet and listen to you, chuckling slightly when you do something to make him laugh. In middle school when you both have your first dance, he’d take you without even considering anyone else. He’d match his tie to the lace flowers on your dress, give you a twirl and a slow dance, hold your hand and gently dip you as embarrassing as it would be for him.. he’d do it for you, you might even get a gruff ‘you don’t look.. terrible’. Bakugou would look at you like you hung the stars, looking at you with kindness and a almost gentle gaze, everyone could see how his eyes would shift from a glaring fiery rage or annoyance, to instead be softer and lovey.

In high school not much changed, but he grown to be softer, even if he had a lot to go. But Bakugou would be so obvious on his favoritism towards you. He’d have a specific and special nickname for you, calling you it ever since you both were kids and if anyone else calls you it they would be tackled to the ground by him in an instinct. Bakugou would be seen sharing his water bottle with you after training, watching you spar against another classmate like a referee ready to call out anything they do thats wrong. When there’s another dance, there’s not even a word on who he’s going with, every dance you two went together, almost like a ritual, you two went. Bakugou would still match his tie to your dress, give you flowers and a gift, still twirl you around and dip you once more like those years in middle school, but this time with no embarrassment and instead with pride. Bakugou and you would still have sleepovers like you had as kids, still sleeping in the same bed too. Him sprawled out in a star fish position, taking up most the bed, snoring loudly. The blanket falling off both of your maybe on the floor or almost there, but his sheer body heat was enough for both of you, plus he was always touching you, either a hand or foot on you, a arm across yours, or a leg tangled in yours, just like when you both were kids. He’s always been having to touch you when going to sleep during sleepovers, it allows him to know you’re still there. As kids you’d fall asleep under the covers, a flashlight on and your faces both smooshed against the story book pages after you spent all night reading it and whispering what it meant and him saying how he’d be a knight for you before you both fell fast asleep. His mother definitely taking photos of you both.

As a pro hero Bakugou wouldn’t just say he’s going to marry you but instead make it his goal, he’s already achieved his of becoming a pro hero, he know just needed to have you as his.. even if you have been for the past decades of knowing each other. He’d still stand in front of you and any danger, maybe helping you with your costumes as he said they were too ‘revealing’ and maybe even having a agency together. You’d both have sleepovers at each others apartments, maybe cooking together in his kitchen or talking about life on your balcony. Your his only exception, you’re the only one he shows his favoritism towards, by the nicknames, the touches and the way he looks at you.. Bakugou wouldn’t act like this towards anyone else

A/N: might redo this but tumblr didn’t save this the first time I wrote it and it PISSED me off

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—## blind as a bat! k. bakugo

pairing: katsuki x fem reader, bakugo x fem reader

content: cutesy fluff, cursing, i wrote this on a whim enjoy!

one thing you knew your boyfriend, katsuki, was going to do was bitch about you not wearing your glasses or contacts. he honestly has a good point, you were blind as shit. you could only see up close, but four feet in front of you? psssh, might as well not be there.

like now.

“look,” katsuki pointed in front of you, near a black pole of some sort that you assume is the traffic light. you glance, squint, and nod. “ah, yes.”

he totally didn’t notice right?

the insanely arched eyebrow said otherwise. “what do you mean ‘ah, yes’?”

“the thing you pointed at, it was lovely.” a small, content smile pulled at the corner of your lips. you honestly should’ve seen it coming by now, but whatever katsuki had pointed out was indeed not lovely.

“it’s someone getting fucking arrested.”

“oh.”

“yeah, oh.” shaded, vermillion eyes gazed down at you from under his floppy bucket hat. the one you thought would hide his identity the best but has proven not to. katsuki was not satisfied. “where the fuck are your glasses?”

“at home,” you cheese to throw his suspicions off. “i got my contacts in.”

“tch, yeah right. you fucking hate those things and everytime you say you have them in you literally do not.” he scolds, though his expression is rather soft, careful not to speak too harsh. his muscular arms fold across his chest as he waits for a response.

“i might have said that those other times but i definitely have them on this time!”

“then why was it lovely that that guy was getting arrested?”

you huff, defeated. “okay, i might not have my contacts in.”

katsuki scoffs and turns to open the cafe door you two had approached. refreshing cold air covers your glistening skin and evaporates the perspiration.

truthfully, katsuki wanted to make sure you would be fine on your own so he always is on you about your glasses. but days like this, when the level of crime is low and the world is enjoying itself without the worry of something occurring, he didn’t mind being your eyes. he actually liked— no, loved— the thought of you needing him. you were such a independent woman before and after he met you, things like this made him feel needed in your life. especially when you had strength like the hulk and could pop any jar open without the help of your big strong boyfriend.

the thought warmed his heart as his fingers curled around yours in the line, eyes angled up at the menu, wondering what you two will enjoy together on this beautiful afternoon.

then, “mhmm, kats… can you um… read the menu to me?”

a gentle huff escapes katsuki’s lips but truthfully, this is what he lived for.

being the eyes for his blind ass girlfriend.

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They mischaracterised me in an x reader

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If I search for one more “x reader” fanfic and get bombarded with fuckass OC characters im gonna have a hernia im so serious.

STOP PUTTING “X READER” HASHTAGS FOR A FIC THAT IS NOT X READER FUCKKK

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katsuki learning how to do your hair!

you sat on the floor of your dorm, in front of your mirror doing your hair.

you had been at it for hours, really. products all over the place, your arms ached, and your back was strained.

katsuki was lounging around in your room, and he’s currently sat at your desk in your chair, lazily scrolling on his phone.

he looks at you for a moment and scoffs. “how long have you been doing that?”

you continue detangling, not taking your eyes off the mirror “only a couple hours,”

“this shit takes hours?” he actually sounded shocked.

nodding, “well, yeah. some things take time y’know.”

he grumbled back. guess he had never noticed how much time you put into your hair.

after another hour, you were finally done. you had everything cleaned up and your hair was all styled up how you liked it.

“fuckin’ finally.” he crosses his arms, looking at your hair.

you spoke, “thats all? does it look good? I tried a different way of styling it.”

“looks better than it did earlier,” he replies, i guess referring to when you first started. “bet I could do better than that.”

you laugh. “oh yeah? that’s what you think?”

“duh. i know i could,”

you hum in response and shrug. maybe you should test if he was being serious or not.

on your next wash day, having freshly clean hair, you decided to bust into katsukis dorm.

you plopped yourself in his chair, put your comb and hair products on his table, arms crossed.

“go ahead then,”

he stares at you. “what the hell are you doin’ now?”

“you said you could do a better job, so let’s see it then!”

“didn’t think you’d actually let me,” he says, standing behind you.

he starts slow, raking his fingers through your hair as he works the products in. you can tell he’s mimicking the steps you take when he watches you.

and, surprisingly, he’s actually listening to you. there were a few times where he wasn’t doing it properly. when you corrected him, it was all, “like this?” or “that’s good?”

by the time he was styling your hair, you were a little scared for your life. after all, all he has on his head is blonde spikes.

you felt him adjusting the rubber band he had just put in your hair. “look, m’fininished.”

you slowly stand from the chair and find a mirror. he had parted your hair down the middle, giving you two low buns. huh. and it was done neatly too— as if you’d done it yourself.

“wait—since when do you know how to do hair?”

he’s shrugging. “i know how to do everything. plus I watch you do your hair all the time”

“whatever. I’m just surprised it actually looks good.”

from then on, it had become quite the habit. weather it was your wash day or not, you kept finding yourself in katsukis dorm, sat down as he stood behind you, doing your hair.

over the past week, katsuki had been trying a bunch of different styles on you, and he was getting scary good at it. you’ve even been asking him to do your hair when you didn’t feel like it—and he always said yes.

and he was learning a lot from you. bonnets? ‘leave-in’ conditioner? wide tooth comb? gel? defining? blow drying? it was a lot.

one particular day, you were scrolling on pinterest and came across this one style that was too cute.

katsuki noticed you staring, “you want that?”

“what? you’re gonna do it?” you ask.

you thought he was joking— but oh he was so serious.

you gazed at yourself in the mirror after he did it, jaw on the floor. it was done perfectly.

“..katsuki. how???”

smirking, “told you I could do that shit. easy.”

“wait—“ you turn to him, smiling. “you’re gonna be such a girl dad in the future.”

“what the fuck does that mean?”

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"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

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This is me n katsuki tn

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"i was jus' tryna crack a joke.."

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y/n was on her period and was NOT in the mood. Katsuki noticed the tension in the air as soon as he walked into the common room. Mina sitting cautiously and mumbling something about “bluetooth-ing periods” Katsuki quirked a brow at that but kept walking toward you

what Katsuki DIDNT notice was the way a heating pad was pressed against your stomach under a weighted blanket as if it was life support

Mina shot Katsuki a warning glare as he sat on the space near your feet, as if telling him to “choose his words wisely”

spoiler alert: Katsuki didn’t choose his words wisely.

he let out an awkward chuckle, looking down at y/n before saying

“n/n, uh.. how do ya make an egg roll?” he asked, voice confident and as cocky as ever

after a very awkward short moment of silence, Katsuki cleared his throat and continued

“you gotta push it!” he says, an awkward and dopey smile spreading across his face as he waits for your response

you sit up, ignoring the pain because of how utterly stupid that joke was that your boyfriend just made

“that’s a good joke, hah?” you reply

Katsuki thinks you’re about to burst out laughing. what he doesn’t know is that you’re about to burst into a tantrum because of how dumb his joke was. and because your on your period, AND because your cramps hurt like hell and he wanted to say that

“aint shit funny right now, Katsuki! get the fuck out my motherfucking face. i will rip a strand of your eyelash off right now if you don’t get out of my face”

Katsuki’s smile evaporated into a scowl

“hah?? i was jus’ tryna crack a fuckin’ joke?! ‘s not my fault your just bein’ bratty today!!”

“it is your fault!! you wanted to tell me that stupid ass joke like it coukd make me laugh!! NO! that would just make my cramps worse!”

“how was i s’posed to know your fuckin’ period started!!”

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Katsuki apologized with a gruff “ ‘m sorry, ‘kay?” before landing right behind you. spooning you from behind. he tossed the heating pad you were using and before you could object, you felt a warm sensation stirring on your stomach

it was Katsuki’s hand.

his palm was sparking tiny explosions, careful not to hurt you but also precise enough to warm up your stomach

“you don’t need that shit, ya got me”

“whatever..”

and with that— you drifted to sleep while Katsuki heavy ass arm on your waist.

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hi guys!! i’m going through a writing block lol and i’m not too active rn, sorru if i’m not posting!! this was all i could get out of my block💔 also this was lowkey inspired by a tt video on my fyp but i forgot who posted it💔

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seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

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this is baed on a post I saw a while back

*not proofread*

katsuki bakugo didn’t think y’alls relationship would become anything more than platonic. quite frankly, nobody thought that y’all would even have any relation to each other. But platonic or not, you’re still going to be stuck on your bed with your best friend’s face between your legs.

“kats, if we stay in this position any longer my feet are going to go fuzzy,” you groan, trying to cross your legs around his back.

bakugo’s body was laying down on your legs, arms wrapped around your lower thighs, and half his face on your crotch while he scrolled through his phone.

when he’s not training, working out or doing schoolwork, he’s in your dorm. that's not really often though since most of the time he is doing those things. but whenever he has the chance he barge's into your room, stops you from doing whatever you’re doing, and drags you on your bed, so he can lay on “his personal pillow”.

neither of y’all can remember when this habit of his started, but neither of y’all mind it. so, does it matter?

“this is my quiet relaxation time and you’re really going to talk during it?” he scoffs, “you better not move your damn legs.”

you know that he won’t move no matter how many times you ask. soon enough he put down his phone and smothers himself in your thighs. 

“being like this won’t help our ‘just friends' case. you left my door unlocked, someone might come in.” 

“so what? let’em see”

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CRASHOUT CENTRAL!

synopsis: katsuki has no idea if you like him or not

notes: bubbly + affectionate reader. umm implied hetero girl i think? but could also apply to not hetero i have no idea im sorry im just writing. idk if men crashout the way girls do but i like to think so. a lot of excessive unnecessary swearing bc it's katsuki. this is so ooc bc lets be fr when does katsuki talk abt *puke* feelings

he’s pacing.

shirtless. agitated. hair all mussed from his own frustrated hands.

kirishima’s lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, watching his best friend spiral for what has to be the third time this week.

“she said i smelled good,” katsuki huffs, whirling around. “who says that? who just..! says that to someone?”

“people who think you smell good?” kirishima offers helpfully.

katsuki glares at him like he’s the dumbest person alive. “she said it while huggin' me. and she said it in that sweet fuckin' singsongy voice.”

“right.”

“and then laughed when i didn’t say anything back. all fuckin' giggly and stupid.”

“you like when she’s giggly and stupid,” kirishima points out.

katsuki makes a noise in his throat. “not when i’m trying to figure out if she’s in love with me or just likes everyone.”

kirishima hums. “well. she is kind of a naturally affectionate person.”

“exactly!” katsuki snaps, flinging his arms out. “what if i’m just one of her little fuckin'.. plushies she likes huggin' or some shit? what if she’s going around being all sweet and smiley with everyone and i’m here thinking she wants to marry me? like, seriously. i've seen her cuddle with fuckin' pinky and round cheeks too, and she's always so.. giggly! and when i think she's flirting, she says it so fuckin' casual. like it's nothing. and i must be fuckin' delusional to think that it's anything more.”

kirishima snorts. “well, ashido and uraraka are both girls. and she doesn’t cuddle me the way she cuddles you.”

katsuki freezes.

“…you think?”

“bro, she lies on top of you like you’re a mattress. more than that, she like really curls in to you. no one does that platonically. that's just not a thing.”

katsuki makes another miserable groaning sound and throws himself down into the beanbag chair like he’s been wounded. he drags his hands down his face, muffling a scream into his palms.

“i don’t know anymore,” he mutters. “she calls me ‘kats’ like it’s just a nickname but then she’ll say it in that soft fuckin' voice like it’s something else. she’s always touching me and smiling and calling me cute but she does it so casually, like it’s just her being her. i don’t know what’s real. i don’t know if i’m hallucinating. i think i’m losing my goddamn mind. like, it's the tone. she goes all 'aweee, thanks kats!' in that stupid fuckin' sing-songy tone. i hate it! fucking..!” kirishima has no idea what katsuki's trying to punch to death. the air, maybe?

after watching him flop around like a dying fish for a moment, he offered gently, “why don’t you just ask her how she feels?”

katsuki sits up. furious.

he says nothing, but kirishima can tell what he's trying to say just from his look.

“well then,” kirishima shrugs. “guess you’ll just have to keep suffering.”

and katsuki does. every time you brush your fingers over his knuckles or play with his hoodie strings or grin at him from across the room with that stupid sweet look in your eyes, he suffers. quietly. dramatically.

because he wants you to mean it so badly.

but he has no idea if you do.

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bakugou kisses you—for the lip balm

𖦹 content. k.bakugou x fem!reader. fluff

Bakugou wasn’t exactly a PDA guy. Everyone knew that. He didn’t do hand-holding in front of the squad, and he’d sooner blast himself into orbit than say something mushy out loud.

But damn, your lip balm drove him crazy.

You were sitting on the couch in his dorm room, legs tossed over his lap, scrolling on your phone while he pretended to focus on the show playing. Your lips were slightly glossy—he noticed immediately. A light pink tint, shiny and sweet.

He leaned in without warning, cupping your jaw and kissing you, firm and deliberate.

You blinked, caught off guard, but smiled into it.

When he pulled away, you looked up at him with an amused glint in your eyes. “Another kiss? That’s the third time in ten minutes.”

“Tch,” he scoffed, looking away like you’d just insulted him. “You talk too much. Had to shut you up.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Or… you just really like my new lip balm?”

He froze.

You smirked. “Cherry blossom. Figured I’d try something new.”

“I don’t give a shit about that,” he grumbled, but the way his ears turned red gave him away. “You’re just always putting that shiny crap on.”

You leaned closer, lips just inches from his. “You sure? Because you seem to kiss me more when I’m wearing it.”

He said nothing.

Then kissed you again.

Maybe twice.

And he still never admitted it.

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*not proof read*

friend!bakugo who genuinely gives a slight fuck about you

which is completely crazy to say because…well, because it’s thee katsuki bakugo. he treats everyone the same shitty way, except for you. but hey, at least he’s not yelling in your ear every 5 seconds telling you to die.

friend!bakugo who attempts to tutor you, but fails

not because you're stupid or anything. it's the patience being a tutor requires and bakugo has none of that. every session is like a ticking time bomb game and a wrong answer equals the wrong wire.

friend!bakugo who finds himself buying things you said you like or ‘just because’ things

sure, you didn't mind, but it was quite odd how every trip he went on something was brought back for you. trinkets, snacks, even a bracelet. you never let the thought linger too much though, maybe he was just being nice?

friend!bakugo who is your late night convenience store buddy

surprisingly enough, it's not denki. it started when you mentioned being hungry and awake late at night during one of your tutoring sessions, but was quickly dropped after he scolded you for worrying about food instead of the work at hand. 

but later he hit you with a ‘you up?’ message asking if you were hungry. which you were both. after a bit of tip-toeing and whisper yells, y’all snuck out and bought snacks at a nearby store. it soon became a little hangout sesh with you finding yourself waking up in his dorm 2x a week.

friend!bakugo who realizes he has you in his bed after these trips

you fall asleep quickly, so after returning back from a successful heist, you find yourself flopping onto his beanbag chair. curled up into a position that’s most definitely going to hurt in the morning, bakugo can't leave you like that.

he picks you up and gently places you in the inner corner of his bed. he follows right after and accidentally big spoons you. both of you are turned to the side, you're pressed up against his front, and his arm is around your waist. upon this realization, bakugo curses himself for allowing him to do this, but he can't help it.

crushing!bakugo who gets this weird feeling when he’s around you

“it’s not a feeling of love, it's a feeling of tolerance” he tells kirishima. for him tolerance is love. it is deniable the things he does for you is 100% out of character for him. not screaming in your ear whatsoever, actually trying to tutor you, buying your things, ruining his sleep schedule, breaking ua rules, and cuddling with you? boy was he fucked.

crushing!bakugo who tries to downplay his feelings for you

he tries to push down his feelings for you, he really does. but its not enough. his ears turn red and his insides do backflips every time you're around. you obviously notice, but decide to let him bring it up whenever he’s ready.

crushing!bakugo who is in fact never ready

he would rather you be the person to say it instead of him. what if you don't like him like that and reject him? he thinks he might spiral out and kill everyone out of pure embarrassment.

bf!bakugo who accepts your confession

youve liked him for a while now, might as well get it all out since he won't. it was a simple confession. y’all had just come back from a convenience store run, and were chilling on his bed finishing up some snacks when you let the bomb drop. 

“you know i like you right?”

“yeah.”

“and you like me back too?”

“duh? why else would i let you stay in my room?”

“i know. just wanted to hear it from you.”

you put your phone on his nightstand and cuddled up to him face to face. you caressed his face wondering why it took you this long to confess but nonetheless you did it. you had the boy you wanted in bed with you and his hand placing your thigh on top of his and rubbing it.

“i could get used to this.” you smiled

“i already have”

a/n: might become a bakugo/mark only account