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[katsukilvr]

bratty!reader x farmer!katsuki

cw:NOT PROOFREAD,reader is a female, reader dresses in a feminine way, reader is a bitch and so it katsuki. reader is spoiled. forced proximity. eventual smut. public?? sex, reader likes to tease, spanking, cussing, cunnilingus, p in v, creampie, katsuki is huge.. lmk if i missed anything

you didn’t choose to be here.

you didn’t choose to be the daughter of a ceo. the heir of a company. you didn’t choose the lavish lifestyle you were given, and you didn’t choose this.

you were in the back of your chauffeur, huffing and puffing as the car drove over extremely rough and rocky roads, slowly seeing the city disappear behind you.

let’s get the story straight.

you were spoiled. you could admit that. in fact you were glad to be spoiled, to be able to do whatever you want for all your life, never hearing the word ‘no’. so obviously, you were accustomed to getting everything you wanted at the flick of the wrist.

suddenly, your father sprang the news that he’d retire soon, and either you, or your younger brother was to inherit the entire company and manage it as the new ceo, and your dad wanted you to be the successor because frankly, your brother wasn’t a good fit and he was pretty young. unless he learned about responsibility, finances, manners in a couple years, he would not be eligible.

then came the responsibilities.

your dad had fired all the maids, and you were suddenly tasked with a deadline, and a list a chores.

you were forced to get back into school, especially in communications, management, and financing (you wanted to barf.).

and a ton of other things to do throughout the day.

but.. you didn’t want to. and growing up spoiled, you just didn’t do any of it. leaving the house to get dirty, getting bad grades in your classes, and neglecting all the orders from your father.

before this, you were never met with no. you were never met with discipline, but when your dad saw that you couldn’t even sweep the floors, let alone do a couple simple cleaning chores, he decided to call up an old friend of his.

his friend, masaru bakugo, owned DYNAMIGHT FARMS, a place that stretched for acres and acres of just plants and crops and animals.

he informed you that you were being sent somewhere special but didn’t tell you it was for you to learn responsibility and discipline, because clearly, you were taking everything for granted.

so here you were, on your way to the farm far from the city with no phone, no tv, no nothing.

you were to learn to survive and work for the food over your head and the dinner on the table, little did you know how hard it’d be because..

one, you didn’t know anything about farming, or tending to animals. all you knew was they were gross, muddy, dirty, and smelly.

and two, you didn’t know masaru had a son your age.

his name was katsuki, he was tall. very tall. his boy was made of pure muscle and his hair was a dirty blonde and often very messy.

he was really handsome.. but.. he was a no nonsense person.

when you finally got to the farm, your were grossed out. there was mud everywhere, the house didn’t look huge and it looked elimcredibly dirty. your heels immediately got dirty as you stepped out of your porsche and as soon as you got out, your driver did too and moved to the trunk of the car, setting your bags and suitcases down, filled to the brim with dresses, heels, and cute outfits that weren’t supposed to get dirty. you didn’t know what to pack since it was a surprise from your dad.

you gasped as your driver drove away, some mud spraying on your outfit and hair. you wanted to cry.

“where the hell am i?” you whined, using your hand to pick out some dirt from your face.

“i take it your y/n l/n.” you hear a gruff voice behind you say.

you turned, ready to scold whoever thought it was a good idea to send you here instead of some luxury resort you were used to.

you were met with a tall man, crossing his arms and looking down at you.

“who are you?” you scoffed, stepping back and giving an annoyed face at him.

he groaned and rolled his eyes at your attitude. “katsuki bakugo, i’m masaru’s son.” he said, extending a hand out to you.

you looked down at his hand, it was dirty, rough, and had calluses. they looked like they’ve seen hell and back, but your father taught to shake any hand back so you did, his hand enveloping yours.

“masaru?!” you murmured as you realized. he was a good friend of your dad, you had heard his name multiple times before. bakugo looked nothing like him, more leaning towards his mom, mitsuki.

“why am i here?” you asked, wiping your hand on a cloth as you looked down at your outfit, it was ruined from the moment you got here. you pouted slightly and bakugo furrowed his brows. “what do you mean? your dad said you were spending the summer here.” he said, scoffing at you cleaning your hands after you touched him, as if he was dirt.

“what?!” you exclaimed, looking around. “i need to go back home now.” you whined, lifting your dress up as you walked up to the house, slowly opening the door and stepping inside, your heels clicking on the wooden floors.

“miss! you left your damn bags here!” he called out to you but you either didn’t hear or didn’t care, so he begrudgingly picked the heavy bags and suitcases easily, following far behind you.

you looked for masaru, finding him in the kitchen. you treated him like your own dad, since he felt like a second one to you.

“masaru!!” you said, smiling slightly as you walked up to him, crossing your arms. “what’s this about me staying here for the entire summer?” you exclaimed, acting like it was the end of the world and he just chuckled at you and threw a towel over his shoulder.

“nice to see you too, y/n.” he laughed, ruffling your hair. “it’s about you being ungrateful.” he said, returning to whatever he was cooking.

“ungrateful?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

he nodded, “you’ve been taking advantage and taking your father and his money for granted. we both talked and agreed it was time for you to learn how to work hard.” he said, cracking an egg onto the pan, the sizzling startling you.

you couldn’t even disagree because you were, but who wouldn’t take advantage of having basically unlimited money and being young?!

you sighed, shaking her head. “work hard? what do you mean by that?” you asked, raising a brow before spotting katsuki dragging your bags into the house, glaring at you.

“oh! pick those up please, they are vintage.” you said with a sweet smile, scrunching your nose as you made an upwards gesture at the man. he rolled his eyes, dropping all your bags on the floor.

“i mean, your going to be working on the farm everyday with my son if you want food on the table.” he said, sliding the sunny side up onto a plate along with some cut up vegetables and serving it to his son who was staring at him like he had grown a third head.

“what?” katsuki muttered, “since when did i deserve to be stuck with some snobby rich girl all summer?” he practically whined, taking the food and eating it up. you gasped, “excuse you!” you said, taking offense. “i didn’t deserve to be with some dirty ugly farmer all summer either.” you retorted, grabbing a towel and wiping down your shoes.

“both of you quit it. this is final, stop whining.” he said, sighing, just thinking about being around you two bickering all summer is giving him a headache.

you sighed, knowing your dad is a no nonsense man so you accept your fate in this junky house. you asked where the bedroom was, retiring to it as you took of your heels and laying on the bed, just staring at the ceiling when you heard a knock on the door after a few minutes before it creaked open and it was katsuki.

“you left your bags again.” he said, walking into your room and plopping them down there. “sleep early tonight, we’re waking up before the sun does to go buy some cattle.” he said before leaving, slamming the door shut. you groaned even more, tossing and turning on the uncomfortable bed.

you saw the sky start to turn into a mix of oranges and reds and you knew the sun was setting so you changed into your pajamas, shivering in the rickety and hard bed.

“get up.. get up.. get up, damnit!”

katsuki said, shaking your body. you groaned, slowly sitting up. “what the hell? what time is it?” you murmured, rubbing your eyes.

“i told you that we were waking up early, now get ready.” he said, “and wear something comfortable, we’re probably going to be out there for a while.” he murmured, turning to your window and opening your curtains, letting in the sun before leaving.

he went to the kitchen, cooking up some breakfast for you, his dad, and himself. a simple breakfast, just bacon, eggs, and some toast.

he served it, calling for both of you and wondered when you didn’t come unlike his father, so he went to check up on you to find that you had fallen asleep again. he rolled his eyes, wondering if he should just leave you there but he didn’t want to go against his dads orders so he shook you awake again.

“i told you once, get up. get ready.” he growled, having to open up your curtains once again before moving to your closet, finding that you had unpacked your stuff already. he was met with sparkly dresses, tops that were clearly meant for partying, and pants and skirts that hinted to him that you truly didn’t know you were going to be stuck at a farm. he tried to pick out an appropriate enough outfit, grabbing a pair of jeans and some frilly top, tossing them at you.

“put it on, go eat breakfast, we gotta go quick before the rush comes and the drive is like an hour.” he said, crossing his arms as he watched you get up from the bed and grab your clothes. once he was sure you wouldn’t go back to bed, he gave you privacy and left, getting the car started and just chatting with his dad before you came out to eat and he thought his heart was about to explode at the look of you in that outfit. his ears flushed and masaru took a mental note of that, laughing at his son.

you finished up your breakfast, surprisingly enjoying the meal before walking out the door, still in heels. katsuki rolled his eyes before saying goodbye to his dad, and walking outside.

he got in the drivers seat of his truck, turning in the ac and adjusting his hat.

“you don’t have no sneakers or boots?” he said, his southern accent slipping through the cracks.

“..no.” he said, staring at your shoes, admiring the aesthetic but not how they were already hurting your feet.

he just hummed in response, turning the radio on as you guys set for the sale barn closest to you.

he could only look forward onto the road, he thought if he didn’t look at you, your face, your outfit, your everything, he wouldn’t get distracted by you but it was all in vain because all he could think about was you, even if you were already a pain in the ass and were gonna be for the rest of summer.

finally after about an hour, you guys got there and he stepped out, opening the door for you. he couldn’t help it, his father always taught him to open doors for people, especially women.

you got out, immediately smelling the stink that he had grown accustomed to. he chuckled at the faces you were making as you guys walked over and he talked with a few of his buddies there before making your way to the cows.

“wanna learn how to see if a cow is good to take home?” he asked, walking up to one and petting it, his voice already softening being around the animals.

your face was uncertain but you watched silently.

he gently took the cows head and tilted it up, checking inside the mouth to look for any signs of disease of illness, or damage to the cow. when the cow started to act bothered, he assured her, petting her and smiling at it. “don’t worry, we’re almost done, sweetie.” he said, kneeling down and checking the hooves.

all you could do was watch, your lower lip caught between your teeth. how was he so hot right now? he was literally kneeling in mud and probably cow shit, but the way he talked, so sweetly, and touched, so gently, and his muscles bulged every time he moved.. your knees already felt weak but you willed yourself through.

then he beckoned you over, pointing at the heel.

“see how it’s cracked?” he whispered, pointing at the damage, before he pointed somewhere else, “see that? that’s what we call slurry heel, when they leave her around manure and piss for a while, this’ll happen.” he said, letting go of the foot, standing back up. “it probably hurts her, poor gal.” he murmured, petting it once more.

he then told you to follow him to another one, petting it before looking at its mouth.

“see that? this lady is a gummer. most her teeth is missing, or worn down like that.” he said, glancing at you eating up every word he said.

“can’t take these two girls home.” he shrugged, moving on to the next one but little did he know all you were hearing was blah blah blah because the moment you got a whiff of his cologne up close, your mind short circuited.

“hello? wanna check her?” he said, snapping you out of it as he led you to one.

you were scared, and grossed out but did it anyway, because you were pretty bored.

he could tell how scared you were and chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“like this, see?” he said, moving his hands over yours, instructing you how to check for fleas in the hair, destruction in the teeth, and damage in the hooves.

you nodded, following along. once the handsome man was done explaining, he had gone off to check other animals, leaving you with the cows. you picked a couple good ones over a few hours but it was insanely boring. you didn’t want anything more than to go home.

this was the experience for the entire week, but atleast you got to catch up with masaru, and know katsuki better.

but you couldn’t keep going like this.

you’d go insane.

so what do you do? you decide to torture katsuki as well.

you knew this man got a bit shy around you. sometimes he couldn’t even look you in the eye.

this time you were picking carrots from the ground and you had gone in front of him for a reason. every time you bent down, he got a full view of your ass.

and even though he had bought you new clothes, suitable clothes for farming and sweating in, your ass still looked delectable.

he forced himself to look away, even though his pants grew tighter by the second, and you teased him for not doing anything.

“what are you doing? i can’t be the only one trying to pull out these carrots!” you laughed and he just sighed, continuing with his job.

day two of torturing him was in the morning. you decided to wake up early, knowing he’d come to wake you up as your own personal alarm clock like he always did, so you made sure he’d walk in on you changing.

and he did, and youd never seen anyone close a door faster than he did.

he didn’t speak to you during breakfast. he was glad his dad was out early to not witness his bright red face.

and to not hear the sounds coming out of your mouth as you ate his food.

“mm.. kats.. this is soo good.” you whined, bite after bite, and he had his back to you. he gripped the counter hard, waiting for his own eggs to cook.

day 3, you came with him to water some plants.

you purposely pointed the hose at him, gigging at him as he groaned. you kept spraying him to the point where he couldn’t help but retaliate but little did he know, you weren’t wearing anything under your white shirt.

he soaked it with water, snorting, before seeing your chest on display. he gulped, looking down, his entire face red.

he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day.

this went on. for days and days. weeks even.

one day, he snapped. he couldn’t take it anymore. you had started showing up in his dreams.

you guys were out in the field, far from the house, enjoying your lunch.

you decided to test him again, to poke the sleeping bear.

you reached for water across from him, your tits practically dangling in his face and you were inches from his lap.

“fuck.” he murmured under his breath, his hands coming up to grip your hips, putting you down in his lap. he was already hard. he couldn’t help himself.

“y/n.” he grumbled, squeezing your hips even more.

“katsuki.” you smiled, giggling in his lap.

“you know what your doing.” he growled, his lips moving to your neck, placing hot, open mouthed kisses on it, sucking on sensitive spots as you gasped.

he took the opportunity to kiss you. it was rough, sloppy, deep but it took your breath away. you kissed back, your hands finding purchase in his hair as his hands roamed all over your body, almost like he was committing it to memory. he wanted to do this ever since he saw you.

“fucking..” he murmured, kissing you again, “tease.” he said, yanking your hair back slightly to kiss at your neck again, then down to your collarbone before flipping you guys, you were under him and he was on top, taking off his shirt. “on your hands and knees.” he ordered and you complied almost immediately. he chuckled, biting his lip as he stared at your ass, grinding against it as you both let out a shaky moan.

he pushed your skirt up, licking his lips at the black lacy panties you decided to wear.

“so fucking beautiful, y/n.” he whispered, leaning down to kiss at your clothed cunt. he used his hand to yank down your panties, practically groaning as he ate your pussy like it was his last meal on earth.

he loved seeing your legs tremble, his hand coming up to spank your ass as he watched it jiggle before going back in, one of his fingers invading you, his mouth on your clit.

you moaned his name and the stirred him on even more. he added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you, curling them to hit just the right spot inside of you that made you see stars. his other hand went down to palm his cock, groaning.

he felt your walls flutter around his fingers, and he thought he was about to cum in his pants. he kept going, sucking harder, pumping faster.

“go on. cum. cum on my fingers, you dirty fucking tease.” he growled against your clit, using that sexy low voice that always turned you on.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you moaned, your back arching as you came on his fingers. he lapped everything up, wiping his mouth before getting on his knees again.

“stay there.” he said, squeezing your ass, using his other hand to unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and freeing his aching cock.

“be good for me, yeah?” he whispered, pumping himself a little before aligning himself with your hole, pushing him slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

you both let out a groan, your walls tightening around the girthy, 10 inch invasion. you gripped the picnic blanket beneath you, your breath shuddering.

“you tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he murmured, finally sheathing himself fully into you. he stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling before pulling back, only the tip inside before slamming back into you.

you let out a loud moan. god you made the cutest noises ever. he couldn’t wait to hear more so he kept thrust, fucking you with no abandon.

“so fucking tight.. keep squeezing me.. just like that.” he groaned, reaching for your hair, taking it back and biting his lip as he went faster, harder, the only sound were you both moaning, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the birds chirping around you.

“katsuki!” you whined out, your legs starting to shake again, a telltale sign that you were close.

“hm?” he hummed with a low chuckle, letting go over your hair as he bent over, his chest against your back. “what do you need, baby?” he murmured against your ear as one hand snaked its way down to rub delicious circles on your clit.

“cum.. i’m gonna cum.. fuck..” you moan, your head hanging as he sped up.

“fuck. right there with you, y/n..” he growled, straightening his back up as he grabbed your hips, hard enough to leave marks as he focused on your climax first, feeling you clamp down on his cock as you came again.

“in or out?” he managed to moan out, getting closer and closer.

“in!” you whimpered and he immediately came inside you, pumping you full of his seed, spanking you once more.

he pulled out after a while, just staring down at the view. the sight made his cock twitch yet again as his hand reaches down and gathered cum that was spilling out and pumping it back inside, enjoying seeing you squirm.

he eventually grabbed some paper towels and water, cleaning you up, a smile present on his face as he finally sat back down, looking at you. he pulled you close, fixing your hair, and letting you lay on his chest.

he was gonna enjoy this summer after all.

HEADCANONS

farmer!katsuki would marry you soon after that, making you forget about all your worries other than the farm, and that company you were going to inherit? your brother became ceo instead, finally stepping up after a few years. you still had money but none of that mattered to you now.

farmer!katsuki would wake you up gently after you two got together, making your favorite breakfasts, organizing what clothes you were gonna wear that day and everything.

farmer!katsuki who teaches you things every time you two do work together on the farm.

NSFW HEADCANONS

farmer!katsuki who you couldn’t get enough of after that special picnic you guys had together. if you had nothing important to do, you’d be extra touchy, looking him up and down, and he’d get the memo, bending you over anytime and anywhere.

farmer!katsuki who you still tease relentlessly, one day you came up behind him in the kitchen and whispered something about how you had no panties on under your pajama set. safe to say you guys never left the house because he immediately ripped the clothes off you, going at it for hours.

farmer!katsuki who knows he’s big. he knows it’s hard for you to adjust to his size, and he likes the way your eyes widen every single time like you’ve never seen it before. he lets you adjust whenever he’s inside you unless he’s feeling angry that day. and the first time you tried to give him head? he felt bad that you couldn’t take most of him so he ended up giving you head instead.

farmer!katsuki when he is angry will definetly take it out on you. the moment he gets home, you know what’s gonna happen because he throws his jacket down, kicks off his boots and immediately stomps over to you, not caring about what you were doing as he throws you over his shoulder.

A/N: this was so fun to write omf.. i hope you guys like it.. i cringed at some parts.. but i thought of farmer katsuki and couldn’t get him out of my head since. also support department au is on its way!! it’s in my drafts rn

[katsukilvr]

hi guys sorry for the no pos tronight

i literally had the entirety of part 2 of the support department and then my phone died and everything deleted

i’m sorry again, i’ll have 2 things posted for you tomorrow <3

love, olive!

[katsukilvr]

SUPPORT DEPARMENT!READER x KATSUKI BAKUGOU ༄ cw for the story: angst, situationship, enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, bakugo is a bitch and needs a hug, so does reader, fluff, eventual smut, suggestive, cussing. A/N: this chapter is mainly exposition, sorry! i will get into their dynamic in the next part <3 enjoy!

just like everyone else, you grew up fantasizing to be a hero one day. you watched all might all day and night on tv, admired local heroes in front of you, even joined a couple forums online that were all about heroes.

you dreamed of being one, of going to UA, working alongside teens across the country that have the same goals and aspirations as you was intoxicating to think about.

soon enough, your quirk developed, you had your dads quirk, you could take away heat from the air around you and channel it into the tips of your fingers. it wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t big, but you felt like if you trained hard enough, you could make it to the hero course.

your parents had split when you were young, and you were on good terms with both of them so the summer you had developed your quirk, you visited your dad for 2 months.

he was a mechanic, and he lived out in the outskirts of the city, and he was very.. rugged.

you learned quickly that slacking off was not allowed at your dads house. you weren’t allowed to sleep in, you had to wake up before the sun and help him work on cars but soon you got a taste for it. you had grown a love for cars, engineering, welding, etc.

by the end of summer, you were getting up on your own, enjoying seeing the sunrise as you guys went to the junkyard, coming out covered in grime and sweat, grabbing scraps for your new love of inventions.

of course you still were aspiring to be a hero, but you also really loved inventing new things, so you didn’t know what path to choose and your quirk was perfect for welding.

so you talked to the counselor at your middle school, wondering what career paths you could choose that would involve both saving lives and heroes and engineering.

“have you heard of the support department?”

support department?

you searched it up online,

“Students in this department focus on developing support equipment that help heroes out on the battlefield. With a workspace stocked to the brim with all sorts of special tools, the department provides an unmatched creative environment.”

you smiled at what your screen displayed.

it was perfect, so your new dream was to enroll into UA, join the support department, and open your own agency that’d help heroes build the equipment of their dreams that help them fight crime.

so that’s what you studied. you were in your first year of junior school (7th grade) when you realized this, so the next two summers you went back to your dad’s to work on cars and inventions, but during the school year, you trained. you trained really fucking hard. you did not play about getting into UA and chasing your dreams. if you only lived once, you were gonna live it right.

so you changed your schedule, mirroring the one you had during summer. you’d wake up every morning, go to the nearest junk yard which was a mile away from your house. you brought your wagon, and lugged scrap after scrap into it, dragging it back home.

your mom had made your own personal workshop in the basement, knowing how much it was your passion. you’d spend hours on hours down there, and not to toot your own horn but you were insane at engineering. if you could think it, you could build it.

your creativity was through the roof, you started taking commissions and fixing up cars by yourself, earning a bit of money to buy yourself an at home gym to train even more.

before you knew it, it was time for ‘entrance exams’, except for you, for support department students, you had to submit an invention, an original piece that was unique to you, easy to use, but difficult to make.

you spent months on your invention, your admissions essay, and your recommendations. you were overachieving, but you didn’t care.

when you got the letter in the mail, your heart thumped and thumped, your hands started to shake, barely seeing where the letter was sent from, all you could see was the UA stamp.

“mom! mom! it’s the letter!” you called out, setting it on the dining table as you saw your mom excitedly rush out of the bathroom, half her hair in hair rollers. she knew how hard you worked and she was proud of you if you got in or not.

“what are you doing? open it up!” she said, smiling ear to ear. you could swear she was more excited than you.

you picked up the letter, opening up the envelope and taking it out when a little button looking thing dropped out. you furrowed your brows, moving to pick it up before a hologram flickered on. you and your mom were both stunned, taking a step back before getting met with the face of all might, your childhood hero and inspiration, welcoming you to UA, and to their support department.

once the words reached your ears, you and your mom jumped around, hugging each other, beaming from ear to ear. you got in! you were gonna be the best of the best, and you weren’t going to let anyone get in your way.

you then read the letter in the envelope. you got a full ride scholarship off your inventions and recommendations alone. you felt like you could cry, and you did. happy tears streamed down your face. all this hard work? absolutely worth it, and you weren’t gonna slack off just because you got in.

further down the letter, it said they were going to be enforcing dorms earlier than usual. something about teaching future heroes about responsibility before becoming an adult, blah blah blah.. all you could think about was how you got in all by yourself, you won, and getting into UA will go amazing on your resumes and help you open your own support agency in the future.

this was your first step to your dream.

in the months before moving into the school, you obviously kept up your practice, but allowed yourself to relax a bit, you no longer had the anxiety and weight on your shoulders of trying to enroll, so instead of 5AM, you woke up at 7AM instead. you let yourself hang out with friends more, go out more, and spend some of that cash that had piled up through commissions and a job that you had taken up at a local coffee shop as a barista when you thought you had to pay for UA on your own. doing this, you learned about the world outside of your basement or the junkyard, and grew an appreciation for clothes and shopping.

the day to move in crept closer and closer, you started packing your clothes, using 2 suitcases. i mean you were gonna be there for a year, and obviously you were gonna visit home, but you didn’t wanna travel back and forth for clothes. you packed up everything you could, and used moving trucks to deliver furniture once the day did roll around.

walking up to the dorm building was scary. a chill ran down your spine as you stared at the huge building that was shaped like a U. it was smaller than the school, obviously, but still big. general, hero, support, and management students were all mixed into 2 buildings. the school didn’t want to separate students, it saved money and was under the guise that it’d help you make friends with whoever, despite was class you got into.

what they didn’t state was the hidden hierarchy inside the buildings. after a month, you soon learned that some hero students looked down at the rest, most general students looked down at support department students, and management was a weird mix of egotistical assholes and shy people who knew that they were in the ‘lowest’ class. lowest meaning easiest to get into, which wasn’t really true. you felt like you could’ve easily gotten into the general course, but whatever. you didn’t care about that.

back to the dorms, other people were passing you by when someone bumped into your shoulder. it was a tall guy, muscular, and weird blonde spiky hair.

“watch it, extra.” the stranger growled at you.

you were taken aback, annoyed at the audacity. “you bumped into me, weirdo.” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

you thought this was a well-mannered school, guess not. you brushed it off though, lugging your suitcases into the building. you were met with a big common area, there was even a small kitchen with a cafeteria. you smiled, it was modern, fancy, nothing like anything you’ve seen before.

you rolled into the elevator, going to the second highest level, where your dorm was.

you were nervous. still. you didn’t know who you would meet, if you would make friends, if people would like you.. but all you needed to focus on was unpacking.

ding.

the elevator doors opened, and you walked out, strolling down the long hallway until you got to the end. your room was at the very end, it had more open windows, letting a LOT of natural light in. you knew you had to get curtains though, since the windows were so big. you walked in and gasped. your very own living space. obviously you’d have to decorate and make it home, but all in due time.

you walked in, closing the door behind you, looking at your view. you could see the city from here, which wasn’t a huge drive, 10 minutes, 20 maybe if the traffic is bad, which it usually is.

on your other window was pure forest, you could see beautiful mountains. it was stunning, breath-taking view.

you put on some calm music and unpacked, humming to yourself and you hung your clothes, folded pants, ironed your uniforms, and placed your usual tools and books you brought in the shelves and drawers that the school had provided.

you were exhausted by the end of the day, you watched the sunset dip under the mountains and you closed the curtains you had installed earlier as you changed and got into bed and slept for a couple hours before waking up in the middle of the night.

thump. thump. thump.

were those.. drums? music? who the hell was playing such a loud instrument so late at night?

you needed your sleep. you could not be tired on your first day so you got up and out of your dorm, stepping down the hallway a bit. the noise was coming from your neighbor. seriously? am i gonna have to deal with this for 3 years? you thought as you knocked politely on their door.

no answer.

you knocked louder.

no answer, and you could hear their music getting louder, almost as if they were trying to tune out the knocking.

you started to bang on their door before you heard the music stop and angry stomps to the door before it swung open.

a handsome face met you, but it was tainted with a scowl, a disgusted and annoyed look.

wait a minute.. you recognized that ugly hair. it was the same dude that bumped into you earlier. a flicker of recognition flashed on your face before you furrowed your brows.

“the hell do you want?” he growled down at you.

“mind turning down your music? to 0, maybe?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his audacity (again.).

“mind getting some earplugs, bitch?”

you gasped, shocked a bit.

“some people are trying to get their beauty sleep.”

“yeah, you look like you really need it.” he chuckled in your face, his eyes roaming your disheveled form.

you groaned, “if anyone needs it, it’s you.”

“yeah? well go fuck yourself.” he said before slamming the door in your face. you groaned harder, shuffling back to your room and slamming the door shut as well. you got into bed, trying to cover your ears with pillows to block out the obnoxious drums from next door.

you eventually willed yourself to go to sleep.

maybe tomorrow will be better?

[katsukilvr]

i know the poll isn’t over but it basically is only 2 hours left

okay the vote was basically divided in half?? also 53 voters is kinda crazy!! hi everyone ^_^

i went ahead and just finished up the band au, part 4 is up now <3

i am also working on support department au thing as we speak, i plan to make it long and slow burn so bear with me, im probably gonna break it into parts, but it is gonna be a longer story!

again, thank you for all the support!!

love, olive ゜(´∀｀)♡

guysss i really wanna make a support department!reader x bakugo, where they are enemies w benefits and its enemies to lovers, most likely multiple parts

ORRR

finish up the band au, probably one more part w headcanons at the end???

[katsukilvr]

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

[katsukilvr]

guysss i really wanna make a support department!reader x bakugo, where they are enemies w benefits and its enemies to lovers, most likely multiple parts

ORRR

finish up the band au, probably one more part w headcanons at the end???

[katsukilvr]

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 ༄ pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt. 4 (the end)

pain was the thing that struck you when you woke up. a searing headache, muscles aching, and a bit of nausea lingering. you rubbed your temples, slowly sitting up in your bed. what time was it again? you glanced over to your phone, picking it up, wincing at the bright light hitting your eyes. once your gaze adjusted, you squinted at the notifications.

dynamite.is.the.best mentioned you in their story.

dynamight.is.the.best sent you a message. (2)

3 new followers.

you clicked the first notification first, getting met with a picture of you, half your chest out the window with your head hanging out. it was a live photo, you could see the wind blowing through your hair and you could hear your drunken laughter in the background, along with a song. you recognized it immediately.

the only exception - paramore

you had listened to their music before, and they’re pretty good, it was similar to the music SPARKNITE would play, was that the reason he chose the song? or was there an underlying meaning? and if it did have some other meaning, what was it? and if it was the one you suspected.. why? were you his only exception?

you shook your head, letting out a laugh. you sounded delusional. delirious. you guys hung out once? and your already thinking like this? get a grip. you told yourself as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, running a hand through your hair before noticing the painkillers and glass of water on your nightstand. you furrowed your brows, not remembering bringing those to bed with you. you swallowed the pills before getting up, not wanting to be on your phone more and give yourself more of a headache.

you went on with your day as regular, brushing your teeth, doing your hair, and doing chores around the house since you had no where to be that day. you needed a breather like this, it had been a while since you had a break. soon, you fell back onto the couch in your living room, opening up instagram. you finally clicked on katsuki’s messages.

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

“forgive me?”

and with a link below.

so he was here last night? did you guys do anything? you couldn’t remember. you were in your pajamas.. part of you wished you remembered, cause you know it would’ve been the night of your life.

you shook your head, ridding your brain of those thoughts as you clicked the link, backstage tickets to their next show for you and a plus one.

that made you smile. you could finally be backstage with shoto, and you could bring a friend.

would you bring ochaco again? no.. no offense to her but she was more interested in getting with that random girl than the music. hmm.. izuku? he was a guy you’d talk to frequently in your college classes, often partnering for presentations and assignments, and you were pretty sure he’d like SPARKNITE and their music.

yeah. you’ll take him.

you brought the idea up to him and he was more than excited to go. he loved music, he loved concerts, and he was excited to see shoto after a while of not seeing him since sho’ graduated college.

that next week went by quick, and before you knew it, it was sunday. you planned your outfit. you were gonna wear a skirt, with a belt that had charms and chains hanging from it. your usual amount of jewelry that made you twinkle when you walked. most importantly, that one merch shirt with katsuki’s autograph on the back that symbolized he was your favorite. you were planning to get his real autograph next to it.

you picked up izuku, driving to the venue around 10 minutes early since you wanted to chat a bit with the band before their show. you quickly showed the ticket guy at the front and he led you through a couple hallways before getting backstage. it was smoky, some of the band members getting a smoke in before they had to go on. they immediately recognized you, all greeting you with hey’s and hello’s. you introduced izuku to them, oblivious to a certain someone’s eyes on you.

who is this fucker?

katsuki was confused. you never mentioned this guy? you talked so SO much and you never mentioned him. he was pretty, he looked confident and apparently the funniest person ever to you. he was gloomy in the corner, taking a long drag of his cigarette before putting it out, walking over to you.

maybe it was the jealousy taking over, but when he sauntered over, he snaked an arm around your waist, smiling down at you, when you noticed those deep dimples up close.

a familiar heat rushed through you.

“hey y/n. you made it.” he said gruffly, squeezing your waist.

you nodded, “of course i did, i wouldn’t turn up backstage tickets.” you laughed, leaning into his touch.

he laughed, before looking up, at izuku. they were the same height. they kind of looked identical, same figure, except he had freckles and green hair, and a different style of course.

his smiled dropped, “so who’s your buddy?” he asked you, still looking at izuku, squinting at him.

“oh him? that’s just my friend from college, izuku midoriya.” you said, “izuku, meet katsuki bakugo.” you said, introducing them.

he removed his arm from your waist to dap him up. just a friend, huh? he didn’t know if he trusted that.

“nice to meet you, midoriya.” he said, nodding at him, still trying to figure him out. “you drink? i got some beers in the back.” he said, tilting his head back and to the side, his eyebrow twitching upwards.

they both left to get drinks, leaving you there, kind of stunned by the interaction, looking over at shoto, who was already looking at the situation.

“what was that?” he mouthed at you.

all you could do was shrug and walk over to him, borrowing a cigarette from him.

in the back, katsuki opened the fridge, taking out two beers. “so..” he said, cracking the tab open with his hand and handing the unopened one to izuku, closing the fridge.

“what are you really to y/n?” katsuki asked, leaning against the fridge as he squinted at izuku.

“what?”

“you heard what i said, midoriya.”

“we’re just friends. she just told you. what? you don’t trust her or something?” izuku chuckled out, cracking open his own beer and taking a swig. “jealousy is an ugly emotion, bakugo.” he laughed, really amused from this situation.

“i’m not jealous.” katsuki retorted quickly, furrowing his brows.

“what are you then? you can’t tell me you aren’t interested in her, the way your interrogating me right now makes it real obvious.” izuku replied, crossing his arms, leaning against the wall.

silence.

“whatever.” he grumbled, getting off the fridge and pushing past izuku to get ready for the show which was 4 minutes away.

you saw him finally leave the back, coming up to him with a sharpie. “hey, what took so long?” you asked, laughing a bit before turning around and handing him a sharpie. “can you sign my shirt, mr.dynamight?” you said, your voice going up an octave as you mocked some of his obsessed fangirls. he chuckled along with you, the name you called him making his pants tight. he shook his head, gathering your hair and putting it over your shoulder, holding it there, the feeling of his fingers brushing against your neck making you shiver. he popped off the cap of the sharpie, signing his name up top with a little heart.

“all done, pretty.” he said, tapping your shoulder for you to turn back around, handing your marker back with a smile. you turned to look up at him, but you glanced behind him, catching izukus eyes. he was smiling, looking at the whole ordeal, like he had something on his mind. you didn’t care, meeting katsuki’s gaze.

“are you gonna come with us to dinner again, y/n?” katsuki asked, brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“damnit, i forgot you guys do that! im supposed to be driving izuku back home, im the DD tonight.” you laughed, not thinking it was a big deal because you didn’t know about izuku and katsuki’s talk in the back.

katsuki clenched his jaw, nodding. “yeah. that’s fine, but i guess you owe me a dinner together.” he said with a half smile, patting your shoulder. you nodded, blushing slightly.

that’s when you both heard the concert directors order them into places on stage. he looked back down at you, “gotta go sweets, wish me luck.” he said, grabbing his drumsticks and running off to the stage with everyone else, leaving you, shoto, and izuku alone backstage. you all sat on the couch, chatting and catching up. shoto and izuku smoked and drank, izuku notably drinking more, for some reason.

the show was over sooner than expected, although you missed being in the crowd and singing along, backstage was also fun. everyone came back from the stage and the energy was palpable, everyone was excited, happy, and ready to go out, drink, eat, and have fun. you couldn’t help but feel a little FOMO, but it wasn’t horrible. everyone hung out together and took more photos together until you guys had to go. you and izuku split from the group, walking back to the car.

you both got in and you started driving to his house. it was silent between you too. you didn’t know if it was because he was high, drunk, or both, but it felt a little uncomfortable.

“do you know that katsuki guy?”

“.. yes.”

“..you know him well?”

“well.. we just met.” you said, slowly getting more confused and suspicious. “why?”

“he seems obsessed with you.” he grumbled, looking out the window. “just…—be safe, kay, y/n?” he said, just wanting the best with you.

you didn’t know how to respond.

..obsessed?

“what do you mean, obsessed?” you asked, wanting him to elaborate, furrowing your brows.

“i mean, when we went to get beers, he was asking if we were together.. strikes me of jealousy.” he murmured, reclining the chair, “he could always just be.. curious.. but i don’t think so.” he slurred, on the brink of falling asleep.

you didn’t respond, trying to digest the new information as you pulled into his driveway. “izuku, we’re here.” you said, shaking him awake.

he nodded, hugging you goodbye and he stumbled into his home.

you drove home in silence..

obsessed with me? you thought while smiling, so maybe he was being serious about that dinner date.. but he was jealous? so soon? i mean izuku was right.. you only just met.. did you like that he was jealous? that he interrogated your friend because he was interested in you?

you got home, glad you were sober now so you could actually think about the situation, and almost like you conjured him, you got a notification from katsuki, this time through your number and not instagram.

“you free next wednesday? i was serious about taking you out .” the text read, and you couldn’t be happier, you were practically kicking your feet.

“yeah, what time?” you asked, and shared details about the restaurant and the time you guys were gonna go.

katsuki had reached out to todoroki, talking to him while they had dinner after the show. he admitted to him that he liked you, and he needed help, desperately. he took note of your favorite flowers, favorite colors, foods, dining, everything. he knew a lot already, he had stalked your instagram, but he needed to confirm. he needed this to be perfect. he didn’t know why but in his heart, he knew not to let you slip from his fingers, so he planned everything perfectly.

now it was time to wait until wednesday, which felt like eternity. he was never this nervous for anything, but he had to pull himself together.

he couldn’t wait for wednesday and you couldn’t either.

taglist: @lillyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy @flamgosstuff @adv3rs1ty @kalulakunundrum @that-b-word-lol

[katsukilvr]

i like the way you write like alot im ngl😣

omg thank you!! (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝) this means a lot cause i was lowk doubting myself last night </3 i love ur writing too!! it inspired me to write a little about tenyaaa i can’t wait to see ur work again <3

[katsukilvr]

postwar relationship with katsuki ༄ angst, slight gore, fluff, fluff + smut headcanons at the end

you guys had a somewhat nice relationship before the war.

he had gone up against you multiple times in battle, most times he won against you except for once or twice, but he began to begrudgingly respect you. his ego was still high of course, he thought he was better than everyone, but if anyone had a chance to take him down, it would be you. he matched your strength and you matched his. he started letting you say a simple hi, a nod in return was all you got, but still, it was improvement.

soon, he had let you in. he let you talk to him, ramble to him as you guys walked to class. he started letting you train with him, workout with him. he pushed you to your absolute limits, he’d wake you up at 6am to go on a run before class together. he told you and himself that it was just because he was teaching you to be responsible and disciplined but in reality, he was catching feelings for you, and wanting to be around you subconsciously.

right before the war, you guys had a fight. it was a silly one, over something small. you weren’t even together at this point but it stung for him. real badly, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you, to apologize to you and admit he was wrong. his pride was too strong, his ego too high, and at the same time it wounded you too, and with so many villain attacks and the war coming up, you wanted to talk to your best friend, but you couldn’t, because you wanted this to be a lesson for bakugo. that if he wanted to stay friends with you, he’d have to be the one to speak up this time. you were tired of chasing because every time you two would bicker or fight, he’d distance himself, and never apologize, it was always you.

time skip to the day of the war. you were nervous as hell. so was everyone, i mean your very lives were on the line but you know everyone was willing to die for the citizens of japan, nay, the world. fighting shigaraki was as close to hell as you could get, you’ve heard stories of the guy, and you knew he was powerful but seeing him in person was astonishing. you were fighting with your fellow classmates and teachers, seeing bakugo take a pretty big hit by shigaraki.

you wanted to rush to his side. to aid him, to hold him, but you saw him get up on his own. he looked weaker, very weak, but determined. you went back to your task, trying to uphold the barrier between shigaraki and the real world.

that’s when you saw it. you saw shigaraki charging towards bakugo and your body moved on its own. you ran and jumped in front of shigaraki’s attack on bakugo, feeling a sharp pain before everything faded to black.

the next thing you know, you were fading in and out of consciousness on the battle ground, your eyes blinking open, feeling yourself in someone’s arms. you heard sobbing, looking up at bakugo and managing to squeak out his name.

his eyes widened down at you as he heard what was barely a noise come from you. “y/n?!” he sobbed out, holding you close and carrying you away, getting you somewhere as safe as possible. your arm had been cut off from the attack, and it landed somewhere far. he quickly ripped off part of his suit, wrapping it around your arm to still the bleeding, still sobbing. “god. i thought you were fucking dead, y/n. don’t fucking scare me like that again.” he said, pushing away hair from your face, “i couldn’t live without you in my life, y/n. we’re talking as soon as we get the fuck out of here.” she grumbled, cupping your face. “stay here. don’t try anything stupid.” he said before kissing you, holding you close, feeling your warmth, your soft lips, just in case he would never get the chance to again, knowing he’d regret it if he never did.

blink.

you were suddenly staring at a hospital ceiling. it was cold, hearing the hum of the air conditioning as you felt pain and exhaustion sneak into your body.

you groaned, sitting up, looking around the room before your eyes landed on katsuki, in a similar hospital bed, with similar injuries to you. your heart ached to see his head and body bandaged up like that.

“stop staring, weirdo.” he grumbled, his eyes flickering open. part of him, no all of him was incredibly relieved you woke up.

“i’m not.” you muttered out, looking away.

a beat of silence.

“are you okay?” you asked, looking at his bandages again.

“yeah. my arms all fucked up, but i’ll be fine.” he murmured, meeting your eyes before sitting up. you got to fully see his arm. it did look rough.

you didn’t know what to say. you wanted to know what happened, it seems obvious to you that you guys won the war, but you needed confirmation. you also had no clue what happened when you passed out, all you could remember was.. his lips on yours.

you gulped, not knowing how to bring it up, but eventually you cleared your throat and broke the silence. “hey—“ was all you got out before nurses came in to the room, happy to see the both of you awake as they checked your vitals. soon, people from your families came in and out and the day passed you both by, you never got a chance to say anything.

before you knew it, that familiar ache in your bones snuck in again, feeling exhaustion lull you over, but you couldn’t sleep and neither could him. you felt like if you went to bed, you’d never wake up again, and it sounded like bakugo felt the same. you kept hearing him toss and turn.

you both sighed and stared at the ceiling before you decided to break the silence. you needed to get the question that was on the tip of your tongue out.

“why did you kiss me?”

you were met with silence. this time he couldn’t distance himself. he couldn’t run away. he couldn’t escape what was inevitable.

“because if i died without feeling your lips on mine, it’d be the biggest regret of my life.” he responded after a couple long moments.

now you were the one to respond with silence. a thousand question ran through your mind, but one stood out the most.

“do you like me?”

“..” you heard rustling on his part. he was getting up.

“katsuki, you can’t get up, the doctors—they said your not fit to walk around.. i..” you muttered, wondering why he was coming up to your bed. he beckoned you to sit in front of him so you swung your legs over the side of the bed, looking up at him.

“maybe this’ll answer your question, idiot.” he grumbled, moving your hair away from your face and leaning in, giving you enough time and space for you to pull away if you wanted to, but you didn’t, so he took it as a yes and closed the distance between the two of you.

this kiss was different than the one he gave you during the war. it was slow and reassuring. he kissed you like he had all the time in the world, and this time, he did.

his hand slotted into your hair, cupping the back of your head as you both deepened the kiss, your hands moving up his chest and onto his shoulders, and when you needed air the most, you both pulled away, looking into each others eyes. he chuckled before going in again, kissing you deeper this time, holding onto you like this was the last time he was every gonna hold you. he started to climb onto your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he laid you down, panting, throwing a blanket over the two of you.

you didn’t do anything other than kiss and after, he just held you, playing with your hair, and taking in your presence.

and in that moment, you both realized how well you guys had it before, being able to not worry about anything other than exams and licenses. you were both grateful to have each other at this time, and he was never gonna take you for granted again.

HEADCANONS

postwar!katsuki lets you listen to his heart anytime you want, it helps you cope after learning his heart stopped while fighting shigaraki.

postwar!katsuki has physical therapy and hates every second of it. says he’s all right and that he feels just fine but makes you massage his arm every night to soothe the pain.

postwar!katsuki was always with you during any doctors appointments regarding your arm, and was there for your entire surgery and when you woke up.

postwar!katsuki and you moved in with each other as soon as possible, it helped both of you feel safe, even if you were moving pretty fast, relationship wise.

postwar!katsuki who never takes you for granted and always treats you every special day (valentines, anniversaries, birthdays, etc.) with a ton of gifts and affection because almost dying put his life into perspective and he never wanted to half ass anything again.

postwar!katsuki who proposed to you almost 2 years after getting together with you, wanting to take it slow so you’d be ready, but truth be told, he was ready to marry you since that night in the hospital bed.

NSFW HEADCANONS

postwar!katsuki wasn’t as strong as he was right after the war. you both put off sex because of your injuries, but that didn’t stop him from eating you out like his life depended on it. all the work it took was holding your thighs open and his mouth, and he had no problem doing that.

postwar!katsuki went insane when you sucked him off for the first time. you had offered after his first week back to work after the war, you saw that he was stressed and exhausted so you offered to help him relax. he swore he saw stars when you had your mouth on him and he knew he had to repay the favor.

postwar!katsuki after a shit ton of physical therapy, could move around frequently and rigorously without his muscles aching and exhaustion taking over his body. you know as soon as he got the update from the doctor, that night he made sure you took the next day off. he worshipped your body that night, kissing all over it, leaving no place untouched. when he finally got inside you and felt your walls clenching around him, he never wanted to leave, groaning and whispering in your ear as he fucked you like he wanted to do for so long but couldn’t.

[katsukilvr]

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

[katsukilvr]

OMG YOUR BAND AU ATE SO MUCH IT LEFT THE PLATE SPARKLING?? You’re genuinely such a good writer fr🙌

oh my goshness thank you!!! (,,> ᴗ <,,) i’m writing pt.2 as we speak haha

[katsukilvr]

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

[katsukilvr]

MY RULES

i am open to any requests as long as they are by these rules (˶˃⤙˂˶)

nsfw/smut? likely later on, and only adults (obv.) if it’s mha related it has to be an adult in the show, or the timeskip version of the character!

in no way shape or form am i writing anything with inc3st, 🍇 play, or children in smut situations !! (ง •̀_•́)ง

fluff? yes!! i love fluff SO MUCH!!

angst? yes!! i love writing angst too <3

don’t be afraid to request! p.s. thank you for all the support on my last posts!

love, olive!

[katsukilvr]

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

[katsukilvr]

everyone else thought you and katsuki bakugo were dating except you guys ༄ fluff, oblivious bakugo and reader, swearing, slight angst, kinda corny lol

you were a staple in katsuki bakugo’s life.

your moms were bestfriends, and they had you both at relatively the same time so you were there before he built his walls, before his ego skyrocketed, before his quirk developed, and you became as natural as the hair on his head and the explosions from his hands.

he learnt to respect you. to treat you with kindness cause when he eventually did test you in middle school, he learned how it felt to not be in your presence for once.

safe to say it was hell.

he had yelled at you, he had a bad day, his friends bothering him, drowning in homework, and training for the entrance exam when he snapped at you and dismissed you away like he did with his usual friends that just followed him around like little puppies.

he quickly learned that you weren’t gonna beg for his forgiveness like the others.

you went distant after that. you didn’t reach out, didn’t say hello the sing-songy way you did every time you saw him, didn’t come over, and suddenly his heart ached. he didn’t know why. it was a strange and unknown feeling and all he knew was your absence was causing this emotion. this weird, yearning emotion, and he knew he’d do anything to get rid of it and get back the bubbly girl he knew.

he came to this realization at 8PM. it was raining. he didn’t care. you guys were neighbors anyway. he quickly threw on a jacket, putting on his hoodie and shoes, running over to your two story house. your bedroom was on the second story but it had a tree next to your window and he often scaled it to hang out or sneak you out, except this time he didn’t like the reason he was climbing it. he got cuts on his hands, almost slipping and falling two stories as he managed to reach your window, tapping on the glass lightly as he peered inside.

“cmon y/n. open up.” he called out, tapping a little harder before you came to the window, opening it up.

“what do you want?” you said, your once warm and gentle voice now cold and distant while you crossed your arms, a displeased and annoyed expression on your face.

“please.. just let me in.. and hear me out.” he said gruffly, already climbing inside, knowing you’d let him in anyway. “i was.. i was being an asshole. i’m sorry. you don’t have to forgive me, but—i miss you goddamnit and i don’t like not being with you everyday.” he muttered, the words feeling weird on his tongue. he’d never apologized to anybody else other than his mother and it was a rather foreign feeling, but he’d say and do anything to get you back.

you stayed silent, contemplating as you looked up at him. you knew how hard it was for him to apologize, let alone come here and speak to you instead of letting you crawl back to him. you just sighed, pulling him in for a hug, immediately getting wet from his soaked clothes.

he let out air he didn’t know he was holding, a sigh of relief, his hand immediately finding a place in your hair, his arms wrapped around you. god knows how good it felt to have you there, in his arms, with him like you should be.

after that day, he never disrespected you again.

he never realized what that feeling was, what love was, because yeah, he loved his mom, he loved his dad, but it was an entirely different feeling with you that he didn’t recognize.

additionally, he always thought romance were silly. he never understood romcoms, shipping in shows, soulmates, stories about ‘the one’, and so and so forth. it was always his one and only goal. being the number one hero. so he convinced himself, over and over again, that love wasn’t for him, that it was a distraction, an obstacle that would try to take him down. completely oblivious to his love in front of him all his life.

the years that followed, he’d grown more, emotionally, physically, and maturely too. he was still loud, rude, ill mannered, but he recognized how his words and actions affected others, partly due to you as well. you were the only one that could keep him in line while at UA.

of course, all you friends noticed that too. they noticed when he’d hold the door open for you without you asking. when you were the only person he’d walk to class with. when you’d always partner together during class projects. and when the dorms were enforced, he even requested to be next to you, like how your houses were next to each other. it was rare to see him in his own dorm, since he was always in yours, even if you weren’t in it, he just enjoyed being there.

so it was a shock when you told mina that no, you weren’t dating, and no, you hadn’t put him under a love spell like that girl from descendants.

“he is SO in love with you, y/n, how do you not see it?” she cried, giggling a bit as she laid down on your bed as you guys gossiped. it was a rainy night, katsuki was training in the gym, the one time he’s not glued to your hip. so you, mina, and jirou all had a girls night in. you guys talked, watched movies, and ate food. somehow you guys got to the topic of guys when mina asked you how long you and katsuki had been together.

you were immediately confused. “together? what do you mean?” you laughed, looking at the both of them look at each other. “how long have you been dating?” jirou repeated mina’s question.

“we’re not dating.”

they both gasped, “what do you mean your not dating? he’s SO nice to you.” mina exclaimed, giggling as she moved to lay on her stomach, her head resting on her hands. “yeah, he scowled at me and gave me a dirty look today just for laughing too loud and you tease and make fun of him and get nothing but a lil’ smile.” jirou said and laughed, rolling her eyes.

“well that’s just how he usually acts” you murmured, thinking back to the years before, “do you think he likes me?” you gasp, furrowing your eyebrows.

mina and jirou face palm, “girl.. yes.” they laughed and shook their head.

that’s when they all heard keys jangling and the lock unlocking (yeah he has a key to your dorm, and you have a key to his). “y/n, where’s my copy of—..” he said before being met with the stares of the three girls. he furrowed his brows, a strange look on his face, giving them only a nod as a hello as he moved to search through her drawers for a copy of NANA that he let you borrow.

the girls giggled behind him, mouthing “speak of the devil” and wiggling their eyebrows. you just rolled your eyes, dismissing them.

they both left quickly after with their own excuses, leaving you and katsuki alone. he finally found his copy, moving to your bed and plopping down next to you. “what was that about?” he said, opening up the manga. you rested your legs on his, and he started to trace his fingers up and down them as he read. “oh.. uh nothing. just a girls day.” you said, picking up your phone. you didn’t know why, but you’d gotten goosebumps. you never got goosebumps when katsuki touched you. or got close to you. damnit mina, why’d you get in my head? did katsuki like you? or was this normal between the two of you?

thoughts like that raced through your mind for the next few days.

you saw him in a new light, a beautiful.. handsome, kind of light.

every gruff “this reminded me of you”, everytime he came over, every time you guys went out to eat, or when he’d buy you those shoes you wanted in an instant, had your heart fluttering more often and he sensed this change, while he didn’t know it was you slowly catching feelings for him, he thought he did something wrong, and he went to his best friend (besides you).

he was pacing around in kirishimas room, running a hand through his hair as he ran through the reasons he could have pissed you off. it’s not like you’ve been distant but everytime he’d do something nice, you acted different and had him overthinking. A LOT.

“shit. i don’t know what i could’ve done to tick her off man, i dunno.” he grumbled, sitting down on the edge of kirishimas bed. “why don’t you just talk to her, man?” kirishima said, furrowing his brow as he organized stuff in his room. “it shouldn’t be hard to talk to your girlfriend, man, me n mina talk about our feelings all the time.” he explained further, glancing at his distressed friend when he suddenly looked up at kirishima. “girlfriend? she’s not my girlfriend idiot.” he grumbled, his head still in his hands. kirishimas eyes widened quickly, before returning to normal. he paused his task, sitting next to katsuki.

“she’s not?”

“no.” katsuki mumbled, his distress turning into confusion. “what makes you think that?” he said, scowling at kirishima.

“you treat her like royalty, man, you look at her like she hung the moon.” kirishima laughed, shaking his head, “you treat her better than most guys treat their wives.” he said, looking at the floor.

“well.. that’s just.. i don’t know. i’m used to it. she deserves it, yknow?” bakugo muttered out, sort of speechless. “i’ve treated her like that since we were in diapers, kiri.” he scoffed, running his hands through his hair. “well why?” his friend said, looking at bakugo. “well this one time, we got into a fight, a while back, and she didn’t talk to me for a fucking week.” he said gruffly, almost paining him to even think about that event. “it was horrible, i would’ve done anything for her back.. that’s when i knew i couldn’t lose her again.” he said, shaking his head, meeting his friends eyes.

“is it possible you like her?”

bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, slowly connecting the dots. like her? he scoffed, thinking about it for a second.

“i mean.. i love mina. i’d do anything for her, genuinely. she’s my world. it was love at first sight, bro. i think she’s the one.” kirishima said and laughed softly, shaking his head, “like my safe space. i wanna be with her all the time, yknow?” he explained further, “do you feel that way about y/n?” he asked, glancing towards bakugo.

oh.

he was silent. putting together the dots, connecting the puzzle pieces. he considered himself smart. he always did. but how could he be this dumb? this oblivious? he always felt that way towards you.

he nodded, sighing as he stood up. “i gotta go.” he grumbled, grabbing his bag and waving bye to his friend. he practically ran to his dorm, needing space. needing time to think.

should he push this feeling away? would it affect his career? many pro heroes have wives.. but all might didn’t, and he was the greatest. what would he even do about this? he didn’t know jack about romance. and did you even like him back?

that question stilled his spiraling mind.

did you like him back?

how could he know? your bubbly with everyone, too fucking chatty with icy-hot. you give that stupid beautiful smile to every stranger that passes and you ramble to anybody that would listen… was he as special to you as you were to him?

this had him faltering in classes, in training. he could not take his mind off it. off you. he over analyzed everything. every smile, every touch, every word that hung off your lips had captivated him.

he was tired of this. he didn’t wanna keep worrying. he didn’t wanna overthink for days. he was gonna ask you out. he was katsuki bakugo, goddamnit. he already knew what you liked, what flowers were your favorite, your favorite color, places that’d take your breath away, etc. he had planned the dream date, so why was he so nervous?

he ended up coming over, asking to hangout. you guys normally did, but he was extra jittery, extra sweaty, more than he usually was, which is a lot coming from him since his quirk was basically sweating. he stuttered more, was silent more which made you confused, suspicious even. mina had told you to get pretty today, have your nails done, your hair done, so you were already on edge.

either way, you had a great time, you laughed a lot, fleeting touches made you flustered, and butterflies stirred in your stomach. by the end of the night, he took you by a lake next to the school and you squinted at something you saw in the distance.

were those candles? a picnic blanket? a basket?

“kats? what’s that? do you see it?” you laughed, wondering why you guys were walking there. until it clicked, it was for you. you blushed lightly, looking around at what he set up. he had your favorite flowers, chocolates, new shoes, and food.

he was behind you when he spoke up, clearing his throat. “i.. uh.. this is for you.” he grumbled lowly. “i’ve liked you for a while, y/n.” he said, laughing nervously. “your fuckin’ beautiful, and funny, and i’d do anything for you.” he said, taking a step closer, looking down at you.

butterflies swarmed in your stomach, you were suddenly nervous and laughing, you couldn’t stop smiling.

“will you be my girlfriend?” he murmured, cupping your face in his hand. this was out of character for him. he didn’t know what he was doing, he hoped his hand wasn’t too sweaty, he hoped you didn’t notice his hand shaking, or his heart pounding in his chest.

you nodded, “yes.” you smiled softly, stepping closer and when you said yes, it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders. he leaned in closer, not wanting to make you uncomfortable he spoke up, “can i kiss you?” he said, letting out a small chuckle. you nodded and he leaned in, his other hand coming up to cup your face as well as you kissed. you both were inexperienced, but you didn’t care because it felt right. it felt right to hold him closer, to rake your hand through his hair, to kiss until you ran out of breath and when you did, he whispered something against your lips.

“i cant believe i waited this long to make you mine.”

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WAVING AND GOING HIIIII HELLOOOOO NICE TO MEET U!!!!!! i need more mha mooties nd u. r perfect for the job hehehehehe >:3

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HAIII!!!! (≧▽≦) nice to meet you tewww!! i was just reading your stuff last night ^_^ i love your work <33 i didn’t know you were hispanic so that’s fun ^^ im looking forward to ur next stuff too and thank ya for the compliment (˶′◡‵˶)

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OMG HIII FELLOW KATSUKI LOVER SPOTTED 😭🫂 omg good luck with your writing!! im #seated for the first post 🙏

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