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[katsukis-wifi]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ weird meet cute

tags : bakugou x gn!reader, college au, string theory, just fun fluff,

bakugou hates the way you met.

he hated telling people how you started dating, it was just plainly embarrassing for him. however the story that lead up to it was fun and you loved sharing it (to his despair)

you and bakugou crossed paths multiple times, first you were dorm neighbors, you never spoke but shared a couple elevator rides. but the first time you actually exchanged an awkward conversation was in the laundry room, not because you were doing laundry but because you both were escaping your roommate having extremely loud sex with his roommate—

the second time was when you both reached for the same energy drink at the convenience store, the last one left on the shelf, however you weren’t intimidated by his glare because you really needed to survive your late night studying but coincidentally, him too. you then landed on sharing the drink as you both studied in the library, stealing glances and making sure the other first take too big of a sip

after that, it was more of smaller interactions like knocking at his door asking for help with a jar you couldn’t open, yelling until he comes to your dorm room because you and your roommate were stuck on top of the counter terrorized by the roach that he simply stomped on. following that, you decided that sharing numbers would be more efficient that screaming.

To this point, Bakugou did not mind you sharing the stories but the real part that bothered him was when you told people you’re dating him for charity

and that’s because you technically did. Bakugou’s friend decided to put up flyers around the dorms with “Go on a date with Katsuki for charity and win a free meal, and maybe even a boyfriend ;) !! warning : annoying, angry, bites back, a princess, short tempered, blond”

after multiple failed attempts and bruises his friend convinced to go with at least one of the people that volunteered— you.

the date left a lot to be desired, Bakugou was just as snarky as usual and made you pay for the meal you shared.

however, to his surprise, there was a second date, then a third and a fourth…until you officially started dating

of course, Bakugou never won arguments, why ? because you’d remind him that you originally dated him for charity and that you’d donate him back if he keeps acting up.

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u all have been heard yes i will do a pt 2 for do you remember AND single for the summer ily guys thank u for supporting me and my little blog <3

[katsukis-wifi]

Do You Remember?

☆ katsuki bakugou x f!reader

★ all angst, cheating, hurt/no comfort

☆ warnings: infidelity, gaslighting, conflict, emotional distress, jealousy themes, just a toxic relationship guys lol

★ word count: ~2.9k

  “So, you have nothing better to worry about besides this?” Katsuki scoffed, eyes sharp with disbelief. “I’m not entertaining this shit.”

You exhaled slowly, trying to keep your voice steady as you continued, “It’s just a question. I just… need reassurance. Please, Katsuki.”

He didn’t look away. No shift. No softening. Just steel.

“You had to ask? Then you’re the fucking problem, y/n.”

Your eyes widened, tears brimming. Words gathered at the tip of your tongue, but none made it out.

He stood, his chair scraping harshly against the dining room floor. His plate still half-full.

Your heart dropped with it..

And in that moment, you knew.

“There was–” you hesitated, voice rising as he turned his back to you.

He paused, glancing over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. “There was what, y/n?” His face was twisted with irritation.

You stood up from your seat, “I found someone’s hair. In the bathroom sink.”

Katsuki barked out a short, humorless laugh, rolling his eyes as he turned away again. “It’sprobably fucking yours.”

“It’s not.” You stepped toward him, fists clenched. “Don’t lie to me. I’m not crazy, Katsuki!”

He turned slightly, enough for you to see his face. There was no remorse or guilt—just exhaustion, irritation, and detachment. 

“You’re different,” you said, voice trembling. “I don’t know why, Katsuki. I don’t fucking know why you don’t–”

“You know what, Y/n?” he cut you off, voice sharp. “I don’t need to fucking deal with this. I do everything I fucking can for you, and now I’m the villain? Fucking someone else? That’s where we’re at now?”

Spit flew from his lips as his voice rose, fury bursting out of him like a dam breaking.

“Just say you’re not,” you whispered. “Please. Just say it.”

For a split second, you thought he might. But instead, he grabbed his jacket and muttered, “I’m getting drinks with Kirishima.”

And he left. 

The door clicked shut behind him. The sound echoed in your chest.

You slid to the floor, sobs ripping through your throat while your hand clutched at your chest, as if holding your heart would keep it from falling apart.

It started small; the paperwork excuse, he said it was piling up, said he was sorry, said he didn’t want to stay late–but he had to. And even Katsuki never let work pile up, you shrugged it off.

Then, the kisses stopped. Not gradually. Just…gone. 

He’d shout “see you later,” sometimes wave, but the morning kisses he used to never forget? It vanished.

You noticed the other things too– the ones that once said “I love you” without saying a word.

He stopped plating your food when he made his own.

Stopped leaving the couch to follow you to bed.

The conversations dried up, stripped of their old depth and fire. Even the compliments–those unprompted, quiet ones he used to whisper when you weren’t expecting it– were gone.

But still, how could you accuse the man who gives you everything, who puts a roof over your head and a card in your hand, of cheating?

So, you told yourself it was stress. Burnout. Pressure. That his job was eating him alive. That this was just a rough patch.

You’d signed up for a life with him, after all. You just didn’t know he’d stop living it with you.

You picked yourself up and went to bed, unable to sleep. You just stared at the ceiling, replaying better nights– when he’d crawl into bed and hold you like he never wanted to let go. Now, he rolled away. Silent. Cold.  Minutes turned to hours of you in bed, in the dark, alone with your thoughts.

He came home late. Again.

You were already in bed, but not asleep. Not even close.

As he climbed in next to you, he said nothing. He didn’t touch you, and you were sure he hadn’t even glanced at you. You reached out, fingers grazing his, hopeful.

He pulled his hand away and turned his body from you. Like you were the one who did something wrong.

You must have dozed off at a certain point, because the next thing you heard was Katsuki’s footsteps moving around the shared bedroom.

He was already dressed, showered, and the scent of his cologne drifted through the room. He brushed his teeth loudly in the bathroom, grunting to himself between steps. 

No good morning. No kiss to your forehead like he used to give, not even a glance to see if you were awake yet. 

“I’m leaving,” he called from the hallway. “See ya later.”

The door slammed.

And just like that, he was gone again. Just like every morning.

You stared at the ceiling before sitting up slowly, heart still raw from the night before. You rubbed at your face, trying to gather the strength to move.

But then you saw it – his laptop. Sitting on the desk, still plugged in from when he last used it.

You knew you shouldn’t. You hated snooping – hated what it meant, hated how it made you feel like her, like the paranoid girlfriend he rolled his eyes at.

But… he always kept his texts synced. You used to open it just to find recipes or add things to the shared calendar. No password required.

Until now.

You flipped the lid open. A glowing password box greeted you.

Your heart thudded. Not from being caught – he was long gone – but from what it meant.

He never mentioned changing it. Hadn’t said anything at all.

You tried a guess, the password he told you he used in high school.

Incorrect.

You sat back, staring at the screen. The sound of your own breathing felt loud.

What was he hiding?

Your mind began to race. The strand of hair you found while washing your face flashed in your head. Light brown, long, perfectly straight – not yours. (And certainly not your Bakugou’s.) You hadn’t straightened your hair in weeks. And even if you had, the color didn’t match.

You tried to remember the last time someone had been over.

But there wasn’t one. No one had been here. 

He hated unexpected guests — “We don’t bring people over without checking in first.” His rule. One he’d once snapped about when you let Mina drop by unannounced.

So what changed?

Unless…he brought someone here when you weren’t home.

Your throat tightened.

And for the first time, it really hit you: he was building some separate life – one that you weren’t a part of anymore. 

You let the tears flow freely, slamming the laptop shut before dragging yourself to get ready for the day.

You followed your routine, trying your best to keep Katsuki out of your head. Trying to understand how he could go about his day like you didn’t exist, when all you could think about is him.

The silence hurt. The loneliness pressed in.

So, you texted a friend.

y/n: why is it that coffee and energy drinks make me groggy and not motivated…. how am i supposed to work… shouto: Maybe you have a productivity allergy.

Izuku and Ochaco are joining me for a meal later. You’re free to join.

y/n: yes. i need food and a judgment-free zone asap! Shouto: Done. I’ll let them know you’re joining. 

You smiled faintly and sent a thumbs-up before setting your phone aside. At least someone made space for you.

Katsuki walked through the door about half an hour after you had already gotten home. All attitude and restless energy.

You didn’t even look up or greet him. “Just so you know, I’m grabbing dinner later. Shouto invited me.”

He stiffened in the doorway, tugging his boots off harder than necessary.

“That’s cool,” he said, voice sharp. “You hang around that guy enough, you tryna be his sidekick or something?”

You blinked, “Whatever, Katsuki. I’m heading out soon.”

He scoffed. “You sure do like running to other people when shit’s even slightly inconvenient. I’m here early for once – be grateful for fuck’s sake.”

You stared at him, stunned in place. “What, like you run to Kirishima?”

That made him pause. Just for a second. His jaw flexed.

“Here you fucking go again.”

You crossed your arms, “Oh, it’s not okay when I say it? You don’t like me around my friends, but you disappear with yours, and I’m supposed to be cheesing?”

He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head as he turned toward the kitchen. “Whatever. Do what you want.”

But you could tell. His ears were red. His whole body was tense.

He was jealous. Defensive. Uncomfortable. 

Good.

Let him feel it, just for a second. 

The restaurant was mellow and warm, tucked in a quieter part of the city. You sat across from Shouto at a booth near the window, your hands wrapped around a sweating glass of water. 

He was quiet, but that wasn’t unusual. Shouto’s calm with a balm. You were allowed to just exist and not have to explain yourself. 

“So, they didn’t show?” you asked, glancing at your phone again. 

“No. Ochacho texted saying something came up.” He sipped his drink, shrugging. “Izuku said he might come, but not to wait up.”

You nodded, picking at the edge of your napkin. 

“Figures.”

Shouto tilted his head, studying you, “Are you alright?”

You offered a small smile, “I’ve been tired, that’s all. I’m really glad you invited me out, I needed it.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he nodded, returning to his meal. That was another reason you liked hanging out with him. No pressure. No performances. No storm waiting to explode.

The conversation stayed light. You talked about stupid hero gossip, your mutual hatred of team-building seminars, and the bizarre hobbies Shouto picked up in his spare time. By the time you finished eating, your chest felt a little looser. You hadn’t laughed in days, and it felt good to remember what it sounded like. 

“Please, at least split the check with me! I can’t let you pay all the time.”

“I insist. I have the means and I don’t mind-” 

As you two settled the bill, the bell over the door chimed.

Izuku rushed in, out of breath and flustered, looking around until his eyes landed on you. 

“Hey!” he called, jogging over. “Did I miss it all? I ran so late – sorry, guys.”

“That’s okay,” you said. “We were just finishing up.”

He slid into the booth beside Shouto, running a hand through his messy hair. “I thought Ochaco might be here by now.”

“She bailed,” Shouto said simply.

Izuku’s smile faltered for a second, and the look on his face resembled one you knew all too well.

You furrowed your brow, watching the way he fidgeted with his napkin, bouncing his knee under the table. 

“Are you okay?” you asked.

He hesitated, “Y/n, can I… talk to you? Alone?”

Shouto picked up the check and looked at you two before nodding. “I’ll pay. I’ll be outside.”

When he left, Izuku looked down, his voice suddenly quiet. 

“I need to say sorry in advance. I know this is random. But…you and Kacchan have been together a long time, right?”

You stared at him, caught off guard by the sudden question about your relationship. “Yeah… Why?”

He hesitated, then asked, “Do you think Ochaco would ever lie to me?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I mean,” he rushed on, “she’s incredible. I love her, believe me – more than I have words. But lately things have just felt..off. She hides her phone, she gets defensive when I ask where she’s been, and I can always tell when she’s lying to me. And sometimes…” He paused, face twisting in pain. “Sometimes she comes home smelling like the cologne Kacchan uses.”

He stopped. Your stomach dropped. 

“What?”

Izuku blinked, like he hadn’t meant to say that part out loud. “I’m sorry, that’s now how I meant to present this. I just-”

“No, why did you just say that?”

He looked sick. His hands curled into fists on the table. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything. I didn’t want to believe it. But, I started noticing things.” He swallowed. “He changed his passcode, right?”

You nodded slowly, placing your face into your hands.

“She did too.”

The breath caught in your lungs.

“No one else wears that scent, Y/n,” he whispered. “Not like he does.”

Silence slammed into you.

Izuku’s eyes became glassy. His voice broke. 

“I didn’t want to think about it. I kept making excuses. But I saw something on her phone the other day. Some texts. And I didn’t open it, but I know I saw his name.”

Your throat closed. Your mind spun. 

It wasn’t just the hair. The changed passwords. The distance. The weird hours.

It was her. It had been her the whole time.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I just thought you should know. You deserve better.”

You nodded slowly, tears threatening to spill.

“I’m sorry too,” you said eventually. “So do you.”

You picked yourself up, wiping the corners of your eyes. You gave Izuku a small wave goodbye before stepping outside. 

Shouto was standing by the curb with his hands in his pockets, watching the streetlight flicker. He turned when he saw you, and you forced a smile.

“Thanks again for the meal.”

You stepped back inside your apartment. Quiet. Steady.

Katsuki sat on the couch, a half-eaten meal balanced on his lap as something played on the TV. He barely glanced at you before turning his attention back to the screen.

You toed off your shoes slowly, set your keys down gently on the counter with a soft clink.

“I saw Izuku today,” you said quietly. “At dinner.”

Katsuki glanced sideways, chewing slowly, “And you’re telling me why?”

You crossed your arms. Watched him closely while you spoke.

“When’s the last time you spoke to Ochaco?”

He froze. 

It was subtle, but you saw it. The tension in his shoulders. The way the muscles in his jaw twitched. He didn’t even blink.

You could practically hear the static flood his brain.

He didn’t look mad.

He looked caught.

You watched the color drain from his face, eyes flicking to the TV like he might pretend he didn’t hear you. But you’d already seen it– the reaction. The guilt. 

And you both knew where this conversation was going.

“You changed your password,” you continued, stepping closer. “She changed hers, too. Izuku said she came home smelling like another man.”

A pause.

“Like you.” 

Katsuki's fingers tensed around his fork, his expression looking more and more pained.

“He saw your name on her phone,” you added. “Didn’t even have to open the messages. He just knew.”

Your voice trembled as you took a breath, nails digging into your arms.

“I didn’t believe it,” you said. “Not at first. Even when everything started feeling wrong – when you stopped touching me, stopped looking at me. We haven’t had sex in weeks. You barely speak to me unless I speak first. Even when I found that long brown hair in the bathroom…”

You laughed, bitter. “I told myself, ‘That’s not him. He’d never do that.’”

He opened his mouth.

“Don’t,” you snapped, backing away a step. “Don’t you fucking lie to me.”

The TV droned on in the background, but neither of you paid it any mind. The room felt like it was holding its breath. 

So were you.

Katsuki set his plate on the table – slowly. Like he was defusing a bomb.

“You need to listen to me, Y/n,” he said, low and hoarse, “I didn’t mean for it to happen–”

“No!” you cut him off, rage erupting. “No, Katsuki! That’s bullshit! You don’t just accidentally cheat on someone! You don’t just stumble into another woman’s arms and forget who the hell you’re with!”

Your voice was shaking now, your hands trembling at your sides. “And the worst part? You made me feel crazy. You looked me in the face and acted like I was just being paranoid. Like I was overreacting. You told me I was the problem.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks now, hot and furious. 

“You lied to me. You gaslit me. You made me feel like I was being unfair. You told me to stop comparing you to other men. You told me to just trust you.”

He stared at you like he was watching the damage in real time. And he was. Because now the truth was finally out, and there was no taking it back.

“You made me feel like I was tearing us apart,” you said, quieter now. “But it was you. The whole time, it was you.”

A bitter breath left your lungs. “Fuck and it was–” your voice broke again, “-- it was her too. Ochaco. My friend. Your friend’s fiancée. They’re engaged, Katsuki.”

He flinched at that. Visibly. But you didn’t stop.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, standing slowly. “It just– fuck, the shit just happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. You have to know that.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He froze mid-step.

“You don’t get to call me anything now.”

The silence that followed was absolute. Heavy. Final. Katsuki opened his mouth, but there was nothing left to say.

You wiped your face with your sleeve. Took one look around, then at him.

“I’m leaving tonight,” you said quietly, almost like it was a courtesy.

“Wait–”

“No. I don’t care. I don’t care where you go after this. I don’t care what happens to you and Ochaco. I don’t even care what you have to say.” 

You reached for the door, pausing just long enough to look back.

“But I want you to remember the look on my face tonight, Bakugou.”

He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/n–”

“I hope you see it every time you try to fall asleep.”

And just like that,

You walked out.

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saw this trend and was like ‘im going to imagine this as Katsuki’ and it hasn’t stopped bouncing between my 2 brain cells. this would NEVER happen in cannon.. but hypothetically. (I’m going to shut up.)

(You and Bakugou are both 2nd years but your younger than him just fyi.)

Katsuki Bakugou x fem! Reader

warning: teen parents, suggestive, cruising, mentions of smut themes.

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It happened by accident, you were being stupid teens and made a mistake and trusted your birth control too much and ended up pregnant.

You were sixteen and petrified— but if you had the option to go back in time you would do it all over again.

Telling Katsuki was more of a ‘what the fuck do we do.’ Conversion then a ‘please don’t leave me.’

Yes you are scared to tell Katsuki but he was your best friend before anything else and you needed him the most.

When you told his parents they laid it out very simply. They were not joyed at the fact their son knocked you up but that was on you both as well as your decision on what to do.

You both agreed to keep the baby, you understood the consequences and responsibility’s of not only getting pregnant and how your parents were gonna ground you like crazy (it didn’t happen it was an empty threat that Mitski once told.) but Also having a baby and how heavy that truly was.

But it all worked out— you gave birth to a healthy baby girl that you named Sumire and it was like a light was turned on.

The first week was rough, having to wake up to crying in the middle of the night, the postpartum phase and the constant lactation.

It was default but that’s what you both signed up for. Happily. And you both got a pretty neat label at UA as the ‘one iconic couple that had a kid.’

Once she was 5 months old it truly hit you that you and Katsuki were teen parents.

“we’re fucking parents.” You were sitting on his bed, back towards his wall as you held your daughter in your lap as she played with your fingers babbling to herself as you faced Katsuki who was at his desk doing homework.

He put a hand on the back of his seat to turn his body to look at you and his daughter. “yeah it’s not news.” He admired the sight, taking a mental picture.

“How’d that happen?” You said in shock, acting like it just happened.

“We had sex and you said ‘oh don’t worry Katsuki I’m on birth control have a field day’” he laughed at himself.

“Okay you’re funny. Now do me a favor and take your daughter my thigh is going numb.” Sumire was his sidekick, that’s what he called her.

He wanted a girl so bad (would never admit it) but he pumped his fist in the air when he found out the gender.

He got up without a complaint and took the infant from your lap, and held her small hand in his own and kissed her palm.

When he did it always made her laugh and he adored it.

He gets cuteness aggression BAD.

“I’d do it again.” He spoke up between kisses. “Do what?” You raised a brown in confusion at what he said. “Cum.” He let out devilish chuckle.

“Omg Katsuki.” You covered your flushed face at his wording.

“All jokes aside- I’m not complaining. I think it’s tits that I have a mini me.” He chewed her chubby cheek lightly, making her look at you confused but still wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Language.” You poked, acting like you didn’t just curse 5 minutes ago.

“Oh my god! Sumire do you hear your mom. Telling me to watch my language. Get a load of this.” He hugged the baby against his cheek, putting his other hand on her other cheek and squishing her face slightly.

You couldn’t take him seriously. “You’re a jerk.” You said sitting on your knees dragging him down to the bed safely watching as he was holding your daughter securely.

“Jerk you had a kid with.” He laid on your lap, holding Sumire against his chest.

“I’m aware.” You reached down to kiss him on the lips.

It wasn’t planned but it worked out and that’s all that mattered to both of you. The best thing that happed to the two of you was Sumire and she didn’t even know.

(I am convinced I’m unable to write a short fic. Thank you for reading my inner thoughts, this has to be the fic I enjoyed writing the most^_^!!)

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want to post a very angsty fic no happy ending but am scared of public reaction guys.....

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thinking about bakugo whose gotten so fucking big since high school, you can’t help but drool whenever you see him in a compression shirt, his abs visible while the veins on his now ridiculously large arms pop out.

he’s just so much bigger than you, his whole body covering yours when he leans down to kiss you during sex while your pussy struggles to take his thick cock. and bakugo has noticed - he can’t help but notice how much smaller you are compared to him.

and it turns him on so much.

he loves how he can manhandle you so easily, throwing you into the position he wants without having to ask, or being able to pick you up like you’re made of feathers before fucking your pussy so brutally, his cock twitching at your frantic cries and moans.

he especially loves when you attempt to take control during sex, your hands placed firmly on his broad shoulders as you struggle to sink down on his cock despite how wet you are.

“aw, does my girl need help?”, he’ll mock with a cocky smirk, and your face feels hot from embarrassment despite your small nod.

he’ll then grab your hips, squeezing on the plush skin while moving you up and down on his cock and watching the way you stretch around it. bakugo can’t help but groan at the sight, with the way your pretty face contorts from the overwhelming pleasure of your pussy being stretched to oblivion.

“fuuckkk- you take me so well.” he groans, continuing, “it’s like you were made for my cock, baby.”

his filthy words and brutal thrusts soon send your climax hitting you like a ton of bricks, whining out his name as your hips stutter.

and of course, your boyfriend rewards you for taking his huge cock so well with encouraging praises as he coats your walls with his thick cum - his little way of marking his territory.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

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denki kaminari is the type of man to have a figure of you, and a figure of him, and play with them like dolls. having them play house and wrapping little bows and small clothes on them. shoving the faces of the little figurines into each other, "now kiss!!!"

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His Favorite View

☆ katsuki bakugou x f!reader

★ domestic fluff sfw / 100% fluff/ mutual pining (but established)

☆ warnings: language (it’s bakugou), mild suggestiveness, soft!bakugou in denial, emotionally constipated affection

★ word count: ~700

☆ author's note: wow guys!! thank you so much for all the love you gave me on my last fic. i was so nervous to post it and all the support has made my day. you all rock <3 here's a short something I wrote up.

Katsuki Bakugou had spent more time admiring you than he cared to admit out loud. He had favorite moments – little moments he kept tucked away in his brain, ones he looked back on when the world felt too loud. Little moments where he couldn’t believe how fucking lucky he was to love you.

He thought about your first date as teenagers. How you’d shown up in a blouse that accidentally matched his shirt, both of you brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal while his heart thrashed in his chest the whole time. He’d spent half of the night walking two steps behind you, just to steal a few extra glances when you weren’t looking.

He thought about watching you train– fast, sharp, radiant. How you moved like a storm, hair pulled back, sweat on your skin catching the light like something he could only imagine. He often caught himself holding his breath, jaw tight, as if letting it go would snap the illusion.

But his favorite moment? One that felt like it belonged just to him?

It was watching you in his clothes.

They had never quite fit right on you– always too loose, too big, like they couldn’t keep up with you. His shirts slipped off your shoulders, almost looking deliberate. His hoodie would drown you, sleeves slipping past your fingertips, the hem nearly reaching your knees. And his sweatpants? They barely clung to your hips, sliding low enough to flash the band of whatever soft, dainty underwear you had on underneath. 

You’d always huff and tug them back up, muttering under your breath while you moved around the room. And he’d just sit there, arms crossed, biting back a grin like it wasn’t the best fucking thing he’d seen all day.

“You don’t gotta wear ‘em if they don’t fit,” he’d grumble, trying to sound annoyed with crossed arms as his eyes shamelessly followed you from couch to kitchen and back again.

“I know,” you’d reply, tossing him a sly grin over your shoulder. “But where’s the fun in wearing my own?”

He’d scoff, but he never really meant it. He’d never tell you to stop. He liked it. A lot.

What made it even better was how those same clothes started to fit you worse as time passed– the shirts drooping lower, the sweatpants needing a tighter knot at the waistband. Because while you stayed almost exactly the way he loved you, he just kept getting bigger. Stronger. Broader. And there was something weirdly satisfying about that– about how you looked even smaller in his space.

You caught him staring and smiled, smugly, “I know you like seeing me in your stuff, anyway.”

He snorted, half-amused, “Tch — never said that.”

“You never had to.”

You could see it anyway. In the way his gaze softened, the way it’d linger on you like you were the only thing in the room.

He tilted his head slightly, chin jutting toward you as he crooked a finger in your direction. “C’mere,” he muttered, voice low.

You raised a brow, but your grin widened. As you stepped forward, the waistband of his sweatpants slipped again, tugged a little lower with each step. His eyes followed the motion, jaw tensing like he was trying to be subtle and failing.

He lounged back against the couch cushions now, legs spread wide in that casual, cocky way of his. The second you were close enough, he reached out, calloused fingers curling gently around your wrist. He tugged you forward with that same quiet confidence– never demanding, just certain.

You fell easily into his lap, settling sideways against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist immediately, palms splayed all over your back like he needed to keep you there. 

“You really are something else,” he whispered gruffly into your shoulder, more to himself than to you.

And you just smiled– because he didn’t have to say anything

You already knew.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ your walking glam kit .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x gn!reader

⤿ Bakugou secretly carries your entire glam kit and handles every beauty emergency like it’s a battlefield mission.

there’s always that one guy who seems like he doesn’t care but somehow knows everything. yeah, bakugou is that guy—except he does it with the energy of a man who’d fight a god just to blend your contour better.

you once joked about forgetting your setting spray and this man deadass pulled out a travel-sized bottle like it was a weapon. from his cargo pants pocket. where was he keeping that? no idea. don’t ask. he sure doesn’t offer.

“what, you think i’d let you go on camera lookin’ like a powdered donut?”

rude. but also valid.

mascara smudging a little from laughing too hard? he’s already tapping the corner of your eye with a Q-tip he somehow had on him. like he’s been waiting for this. like he trained for this.

you try to mess with him sometimes.

“man, wish i had my brow pencil right now.”

without a beat, he grunts, “left inner pocket.”

you check. it’s there. sharpened. pristine. your shade.

how?

he doesn’t carry a bag. he doesn’t wear a bag. and yet—you once counted—he had four glosses, two mini palettes, a mini straightener, and a set of falsies on him.

“how are you carrying all this?” you whisper, suspicious.

he side-eyes you like you’re the weird one.

“don’t worry about it.”

he clicks your lash curler shut with precision.

and don’t even get started on the time you muttered, “i need a light for my tiktoks,” and he whipped out a foldable ring light from his hoodie pocket. he clipped it to your phone and said, “you’ve got 10 minutes. i’m timing you.”

if anyone asks, he’s “just prepared.”

but everyone knows—he’s got a sixth sense for your glam emergencies.

and he cares—a little too much for someone who grumbles every time you ask for help, then proceeds to give you a full 5-star beat.

you stopped carrying your own makeup bag after month two.

because now you just turn to your boyfriend and say,

“babe, you got the—”

“yeah. here.”

hand already outstretched.

© jxwl4k 2025

[katsukis-wifi]

Single For The Summer

☆ katsuki bakugou x f!reader

★ modern au / social media / college au / loosely based on this song

☆ sfw / slow burn-ish / tension + banter heavy / reader recently single

★ word count: ~3k

☆ warnings: cursing, strong language, suggestive references, thirst traps, implied past relationship (reader), lots of yelling via text, one (1) very flustered bakugou

“Spotting sounds fun,” you said, quirking an eyebrow.

“But I already did my upper body sets. Mina said we were doing legs today?”

“She lied,” Bakugou said flatly.

Katsuki wasn’t crazy about social media. He was a young adult, he kept up with the times and all, but he mostly used it to check in on his friends.. When it came to his own profile? Zero posts. Decent profile picture, and the most basic-ass username he could think of: BK0420.

Still, when he had nothing to do, he’d scroll through random videos or tap through people’s stories without really thinking. It wasn’t his thing– but sometimes, it filled the silence.

Today, one post made the silence loud.

He was tapping through people’s stories, not even really paying attention, when he stopped dead in his tracks. 

There you were.

On Mina’s story, posing in the mirror beside her, with the same stupidly gorgeous smile he couldn’t get out of his head. You looked–God, you looked insane. Like you knew what this photo was going to do to him. 

But the part that really got him? 

#singleforthesummer @yn/ln

He muttered under his breath, “What the fuck...” 

He pulled his phone away from his face and closed the story for a second, blinking at the wall like it would explain what he had just seen. Then, he tapped back onto the story, clicking your tagged username.

His breath hitched.

Bakugou wasn’t the type to stalk your account on the regular – yeah, he thought you were hot, but he didn’t want to look at your boyfriend’s ugly face all the time. 

This time? 

No posts. No story highlight. Just a brand new profile picture – which was shamelessly a thirst trap.

You finally were done with that loser.

It was no secret – Bakugou wanted you bad. He never shut up about it. Whenever your boyfriend came up, Katsuki had two settings: pissed, and pissed-er. He made it very clear: he thought the guy was a total dick. Kirishima could probably write a book titled Shit Bakugou’s Said About That One Guy She Dates.

But now?

Now you were single.

Right on cue, a notification lit up his phone.

GC: [future dropouts + katsuki] katsuki:  y/n and her troll thing broke up?? kirishima:  BRO. KATSUKI. YOU GOTTA GET ON THAT, LIKE, YESTERDAY. kaminari:  need to ask  lmfao mina did you KNOW y/n was single and just decided not to fill bakugou in?? mina:  no, i knew she was single and wanted to announce the good news on her behalf with a hot thirsttrap when she felt ready yk kaminari:  LMFAOOO mina:  no because let me walk you through my mastermind - i knew fuckass katsuki would never hit her up unprovoked even if he knew she was single SO i figured a hot story was the perfect excuse katsuki:  ?????  when did they split mina:  like a month ago? thats when she told me at least

Bakugou’s jaw went slack. 

A whole fucking month?! And no one thought to fill him in? 

kirishima:  MINA….A MONTH????

Katsuki dragged a hand down his face, then dropped back onto his desk chair like someone had punched him in the chest. 

He glared at the screen again, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. 

What the hell was he even supposed to say? “Hey, you looked fine as fuck on Mina’s story, we should hang out”? Jesus.

He was in genuine disbelief.

mina:  ok hate me all u want but she was lowkey pulling hella huzz and i didn’t wanna mess up her game sero:  not for nothing bakugou is a little late to the game LMFAOOO mineta tried to hit her up like three weeks ago when he heard. also she posted about it on her spam account a MINUTE ago

“Fuck all the way off…” Bakugou muttered out loud. 

What the fuck was a spam account? 

And why the fuck was he not following it to see these VERY IMPORTANT life updates of yours?

katsuki: what’s the @ ? katsuki: I’m so fr if one of you doesn’t put me on, you’re all dying

Bakugou never ended up sending you that message.

 It’s not that he didn’t want to – he just genuinely had zero idea what to say. He had plenty of encouragement; his friends constantly advised him on how to approach you. But honestly? You being single didn’t take the pressure off. It just made it worse.

And Mina wasn’t helping when she reminded him, “If you don’t make a move on her, someone else will. Trust me. She’s shown me.” 

So now?He didn’t have to worry about your sorry-ass ex-boyfriend anymore. 

He had to worry about how many guys were slumming it in your DMs.

Great.

This was the issue that had taken over Katsuki’s mind. Doing chores, he wondered what to say to you. When he saw his friends, he asked them if there were any updates on you. When he lay awake at night, he contemplated what could come from a bold message to you. Even now, at the gym, mid-workout, getting himself situated at the pull-up bar, he was still thinking about it. About you.

And then a familiar voice cracked through his headphones.

“Oh my gosh, Bakugou!” He shot up an eyebrow and turned around, scanning the area for the voice when he very quickly noticed a pink silhouette speeding toward him, waving happily. 

“Oh-em-gee, what are you doing here? This is such a fun coincidence!” Mina waved her hands around while she spoke, making dramatic expressions and overcompensating for something she was obviously hiding. 

He stared at her, deadpan, “You stupid or something? I come here at the same time every day. You know this, idiot.” 

He turned back around, reaching up to start his set, but kept half an ear open. If she wanted a favor or a sparring partner, she could just say it.

“That’s so true! That’s so true,” Mina nodded frantically. “I must not have realized it when I showed up! You always work out at this time!” 

She was lying. Badly.

“Why are you talking to me right now?”

Mina’s eyes widened. Then she crossed her arms and let out an over-the-top huff, pouting as she stood. “Jeez! Sorry for wanting to have a chat with my good friend at the gym! Gosh!”

“Yeah, well, if you really just wanted to chat, you wouldn’t be acting so damn weird. Do you need something from me, or are you just-”

“Girl! You left me at the stairmaster! What the fuck?!” 

Another voice cut in from behind him – and Bakugou froze. Completely caught off guard.

Mina’s annoyed pout shifted into a mischievous grin as she tilted her head and waited for him to let go of the bar and turn around.

  “Sorry!” she called back, chipper. “I just went to use the bathroom and you’ll never guess who I ran into!”

Bakugou dropped from the bar, already snapping his gaze back at Mina, when he saw you trailing behind her with a pissed off look…and a really flattering gym set that made him question his entire life. 

“You’re fucking dead,” Bakugou said, just loud enough for Mina to hear.

She ignored his comment, stepping aside like she was presenting a prize on a game show to make some space for you.

“Ta-da!” she whispered under her breath.

You finally caught up, giving Mina a flat look before turning your attention to the guy she “ran into” – only to freeze for a half second when you realized who it was.

“Oh,” you said, catching yourself mid-step. “I didn’t know you worked out here.”

Bakugou stared at you like you’d just roundhouse kicked him in the jaw. That set? That stupidly flattering gym set? He didn’t even believe in fate, but this felt like the universe had beef with him, clearly.

“Yeah. Every day,” he replied, trying to sound normal and absolutely failing.

You blinked. “Well, that’s cool. I just started tagging along with Mina a couple of weeks ago. It’s more fun to with a friend, y’know?” 

You gestured vaguely, then crossed your arms under your chest like you wanted him to break eye contact. 

Mina clapped. “Ugh, this is such a great coincidence! My two good friends, in the same place, lookin’ cute and sweaty – we should work out together! Or stretch! Spot each other! I’m just brainstorming!”

Bakugou gave her a look like he was mentally setting her on fire.

You, on the other hand, were trying to suppress a laugh. “Spotting sounds fun,” you said, quirking an eyebrow. “But I already did my upper body sets. Mina said we were doing legs today?”

“She lied,” Bakugou said flatly.

You shrugged before turning to Mina, “You lied?”

Mina placed a hand over her heart, gasping dramatically, “You two are literally so rude to me. You hate me. I know it. I try to orchestrate one beautiful moment of friendship and all I get is slander.”

“You’re so full of shit,” Bakugou muttered.

You tilted your head, studying them both for a moment. “Is that why you were acting weird? You knew he’d be here?”

He didn’t answer immediately–just stared at you like he was torn between punching a wall or sprinting out of the building. Then he scratched the back of his neck and muttered, “Yes. And she’s just annoying.”

You smiled – small, but real. “Thought so.”

A beat passed. You gestured at a bench near him. “Were you planning on using that?”

He blinked. “Uh–no. You can. Or we could…I mean–” He cleared his throat, straightening his posture. “Wanna finish our workouts together?”

Your brows raised slightly. Not a total surprise, but close.

“Only if you don’t wanna train alone,” he added quickly, looking away. “Not trying to invade your space or anything.”

“No, I wouldn’t mind!” you said, a little too fast. You caught yourself, smoothing it over with a calm shrug. “Yes, sure, why not?”

Mina looked at you two like she was watching her OTP become canon in real time. 

But then– buzz buzz.

Your phone lit up. You glanced at the screen and sighed. “Shit. I think I have to cut this short – it’s my boss. Work thing.”

Bakugou’s jaw twitched, but he gave a short nod. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

You gave him an apologetic look, gave Mina a little wave, then turned, phone already to your ear as you walked toward to exit.

Mina stared at you as you left like she’d just watched the final scene of a canceled show.

“NOOOOO,” she groaned, dramatically collapsing onto the bench. “COME BACK! MY DREAMS WERE LITERALLY COMING TRUE.”

But you were already out the door, not even looking back at the pair of them.

Bakugou sighed, picking up his water bottle from the ground and dragging a hand down his face. “You planned that whole thing, you’re not fuckin’ slick.”

“I was so close to greatness,” she groaned. “I could taste the sexual tension between you two. It was delicious. Like protein powder if it were crack.”

He rolled his eyes and turned away. “You’re actually so fucking weird. Remind me never to ask you to be my wingwoman.”

“Not true,” she grinned. “You have zero game! None! But, it’s fine– I’ll be officiating your wedding when my work here is done, thank you very much.”

Bakugou scoffed and muttered something that sounded like a threat.

Mina only beamed wider.

GC mina:  just want it on record that I watched bakugou and y/n EYEFUCK each other at the gym and end the conversation like nothing happened. katsuki:  that’s NOT what fucking happened kaminari:  excuse me????  context. Asap. mina:  [blurry chaotic photo of the two of them mid-convo.] Live footage, ur welcome all. kirishima:  OHHHHH SHIT!!!!! katsuki:  you’re actually psychotic.  when and why the fuck did you even take that mina:  doesn’t matter. You both looked hot. It’s actually a crime against humanity that the two of you didn’t start macking on the spot. kaminari:  i’m dead  she was right there and you still got no play??? yeah…this is going to take longer than we thought chat katsuki:  she literally had to leave because of a work problem  I invited her to join me and she said yes. sero:  ok?? if she wants you so bad then dm her Or even easier Just request her spam mina:  DUDE JUST FOLLOW HER SPAM She’s so fucking funny on there and she’s always posting HOT selfies. katsuki:  Yeah, not doing that. She’s gonna think I’m a fucking creep.  mina:  It’s not creepy, you’re just a pussy,  She posts the best shit.  I literally shed a tear whenever her selfies grace my eyes kaminari:  nah cuz if it were ME I would never let her walk out that gym without at least a number. katsuki:  i was literally in the middle of my workout trying not to blow up the place.  Can we drop this shit? sero:  if u don’t dm her i’m gonna do it and ask her for lunch Or i’m gonna steal ur phone and do it on your behalf katsuki:  do either of those things and we can fr square up. don’t try me. kirishima:  pause. You invited her. she said yes. And you STILL don’t wanna message her….. broplease i’m losing hope REF DO SOMETHING!!!! katsuki:  i swear to god i’m not in the mood She had to leave for work shit, that’s all. I wasn’t trying to make a fucking move. mina:  you can all just ignore him because he’s LYING THROUGH HIS MF TEETH. Yall were both giving each other that look. I saw it. it moved my heart katsuki:  bro WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT

Some days had passed since the last encounter you and Bakugou had, an event your good friend Mina was still living vicariously through.

“I just think you two look super good together,” she said, fanning her hand wet nails dramatically. “And, I promise you, there’s no harm in sending him a flirty little message. I’ll even give you his number if you want, I’d never steer you wrong.”

You laughed, glancing up from your phone as you both sat criss-cross on the floor of her dorm. She painted her nails with precision while you aimlessly scrolled.

“Okay, but I just broke up with Neito, what, two months ago?” you said. “I’m gonna look like a bop.”

Mina scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Okay, I love you, but literally no one was rooting for you two. Like, you know you were out of his league, right?”

You shrugged, flicking your thumb down your feed, “Hindsight’s 20/20.”

She clicked her tongue and leaned over, peeking at your screen. “$5 says you’re looking at his socials right now.”

You angled your phone away, “No.”

She raised a brow.

“.....Yes. Maybe. Shut up.”

She grinned smugly. “See? You like him. And he doesn’t even have any pictures posted! That’s how I know it’s serious– you’re pressed over a guy with zero selfies.”

You groaned and threw your head back against the side of her bed. “Girl– he’s hot, obviously, and we’re into each other or whatever. But he’s also like… a human grenade? He’s so intense. What if I text him and he blows up? I’m so serious, by the way.”

“You literally couldn’t be more wrong,” Mina said, chuckling as she slapped your arm lightly. “He’s one of my best friends. He only acts like that because he doesn’t talk to women. He gets all…intense. But he’s not a scary guy.”

“Yeah, maybe not to you,” you muttered, eyes flicking back to your phone. “Like, I feel like he could either kiss me or yell at me at any given moment, and I wouldn’t know which until it was happening.”

“Oh, so you’re complaining about hot sexual tension?” she teased, laughing out loud as the words left her mouth. “That man wants you. I’d show you receipts, but he’s my friend, so just trust me. He wants you and doesn’t know what the hell to do about it.”

Right then, your screen lit up with a new notification from your spam account. 

Someone had just requested to follow it.

You blinked.

Bakugou Katsuki.

“Mina.”

“What?”

“He just requested my spam.”

Mina nearly dropped the nail polish. “YOU’RE LYING.”

You scrambled to accept it, hands shaking. “I didn’t even know he knew I had a spam. My name’s not even on it.”

“Bitch, I barely knew you had a spam! This man is so deep in the trenches.”

You both stared at the screen like it had asked you a riddle.

“Maybe he followed by accident?” you offered weakly, already pulling up his profile to confirm it was real. Tagged in three posts. No bio. Same profile pic.

“Don’t even start with that,” Mina said, pointing her nail file at you. “Explain how you accidentally follow a locked spam with no name on it? He is invested.”

You didn’t respond to her, refreshing your screen until anything new appeared.

Bakugou Katsuki liked your post.

You tapped it.

It was on old mirror selfie. From months ago. You were posed provocative, all confidence and angles, captioned: “like if u want me.”

Suggestive. Flirty. Bold.

You blinked. “Mina.”

“Please tell me good news, I love good news.”

“He liked a thirst trap. From November.”

“Oh my GOD!”

You grabbed her by the wrist. “That means he scrolled. Like, really scrolled. That post isn’t even recent!”

“He’s digging,” she gasped. “He wants you so bad he’s literally excavating. Katsuki Bakugou is clicking through your spam account with sweaty gym fingers, doing research. I used to pray for times like this.”

Your heart was racing, you could barely even look at your phone. 

“What should I do?” you asked. “Should I post something? Should I hit him up?”

“You do nothing,” Mina said immediately, eyes wild as she shook you by the shoulders. “You should wait and let this man COOK. He’s plotting on you right now. He followed your spam and liked a single thirst trap from the archives. You don’t interrupt a man mid-plot.”

You laughed–half crazy, half sick with nerves. Your thumb hovered over your phone again. Nothing new.

Then: a message notification slid across the top of your screen

BK0420

didn’t know u looked like that off-campus.

you always post like that? or were you just hoping i’d see that one?

You screamed.

Mina screamed.

And somewhere, not far away, Bakugou put his phone face down on the bed. Heart pounding like he just ran a fifty-yard dash…and immediately regretting everything he’d ever said in his life.

[katsukis-wifi]

[katsukis-wifi]

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