#ans it was fun to catch up with my uncle and his side of the family

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Imagine Reader/Katsuki Bakugo part 3

Part two here:

Once again, I remind you that English is not my main language. But I am doing my best.

Also, that it has been a while since I last watched or read BNHA and some stuff might be out of the anime context.

After being caught by professor Mic with Bakugo in what it seemed to be a making out session, you are called out by your uncle Aizawa and decide to go back to keeping a low profile at the academy. Bakugo keeps trying to rilvarize with you, but you always step away. Until you are forced into playing a game of quirkball with him in which you realize Bakugo is actually a very attractive boy. After having an intense dream with him you finally realize that,oh damn, you like him.

You are in class, Aizawa is explaining something about math and strategies, but you can't bring yourself to pay attention to it. From the corner of your eyes you can see Bakugo staring outside the window. He seems distracted too.

He looks back at his notebook and sunddely at you. As you cross eyes, you blush and look away, at Aizawa as quick as you can. You remember the dream you had a couple of weeks ago and shrink your shoulders in embarassment. Could anybody there read your tuoughts? Was there anyone with this quirk? What if somebody told him??

"Hey y/n!" somebody yells at you and you quickly correct your posture caught by surprize. It is Kirishima, he is standing in front of your desk, the class is over. "Wanna hang out?"

"Sorry?" You say, but he doesn't seem to aknowledge your confusion. He just straight up catches you by the wrist and pulls you along with him. "Wait, Kirishima!"

"Come on! We are having a gaming session with snacks today."

You try to get him to let you go but he barely notices your struggle.

"I don't even know you guys." you say, impressed by his strengh.

"Yeah, that is the point!" He says as he opens the door of his room. "The best way to get to someone is meeting their friends."

Sero, Denki and Mina are all sitting on Kirishima's bed, the two last with videogame controls on his hands.

You feel that caramel scent.

Bakugo is sitting on a chair next to them eating what seems to be nachos with peper. His jaw drops when he sees you come in with Kirishima, who is now hugging you in an armlock.

"I brought a new player, guys!" Kirishima says almos tosssing you towards his bed.

"Hello y/n! I didn't know you were into videogames!" Mina greets you, pulling you towards her. "We are playing Halo, I want you in my team!"

She hugs yor arm pulling you to herself. You blush quite quickly.

"Hey! We are raffling the teams." Sero says and looks at you with a huge smile. "I want y/n in my team too. You are,like, supercool."

You don't even know how to act as they start discussing who might get you in their teams. Bakugo still looks at you perplexed and Kirishima smirks looking bewtween the both of you.

Actually, videogames are not something you are really good at, and you end up disappointing all of them while you are on their teams. But they actually laugh a lot about it. Until, by accident you end up killing Bakugo while you are on his team.

"Hahahahahah! Y/n headshoted him!" Denki rolls around in bed as he laguhs at Bakugo's furious face.

"I told you to stay out of my way!" he yells at you, while he throws the control at Kirishima's head, who is also laughing.

"I... I... sorry. I don't... I am not used to..." you stutter.

"If you don't know how to play, you shouldn't even be here!" he says, pointing at your face.

"Who said I wanted to be here?!" you answer standing up and stomping on the floor.

The laughs stop and they all look at you. There is a heavy energy in the air as you and Bakugo stare at each other as if you are going to get physical, in a bad way. Kirishima scratches his head unconfortably.

"Sorry. I guess I misread the sings." He says to you, and you immediately let your guard down, feeling awful for making him feel bad.

"I..." you start, but you don't even know what to say.

There is another moment of creeppy silence among you all.

"Come on Bakugo! You are not even that good at videogames too!" Mina mocks, hitting him in the head with a punch.

"Yeah, my turn now!" Denki says taking the control in your hands.

"Come here y/n. I will teach you the controls! I am the best player." says Sero pulling you to his side.

Soon, the energy gets back to a very excited and fun one with all of them screaming and playing again, except for Bakugo, who spends the rest of the time with a serious expression.

When everyone is leaving, you stay behind to talk to Kirishima.

"I am very sorry for what happened. You were being really nice to me, I shouldn't have said that." You say, bowing in front of him.

"Hey! It is fine! I am sorry I forced you into coming here. Its just that I thougt..." he makes another embarassed face. "Listen, Bakugo is not always a mean guy, you know? He, he has feelings too. Hidden way too deep inside of him, but he has them."

"I think the only feeling Bakugo has for me is hatred."

"He. You would be surprized." Kirishima says, gently smiling at you. "I just wanna see him happy, you know."

You smile at him and go back to your dorm. Actually, this night was the most fun you've had in weeks.

...

Liking someone you are sure does not like you back is hard. Liking someone who you know hates you is even worse.

The months go by and you try to avoid Bakugo as much as you can, but all of a sudden you are part of his friendship group.

You meet Mina almost everywhere you go, she is always sitting next to you and gossiping, even though you rarely talk back to her. Actually it seems that you being a quiet person is what attracts her in you. She seems to like listening to herself talk. The also makes your hair and puts make up on you (independent of your gender).

Almost everyday Sero and Denki take you with them to whatever the weird thing they are planing on doing that day. Be it playing videogames, eating a whole bunch of snacks or playing sports.

And every friday Kirishima grabs you from your room in the dorms to play videogames with them. That is always when you see Bakugo.

He is always serious and competitive. You avoid playing on his team or against him, but the second is harder to do. Everytime you play against each other, he blows up your charactmer right away.

"Who brought these?" Bakugo asks one night after finishing another pack of snacks. "They are really spicy."

"Y/n did." Kirishima answers.

Bakugo turns to you as if it is the first time he notices you in the room. This makes you kind of angry, but also makes you feel kind of well once his face doesn't seem to be so threatening this time.

"Where did you buy them?" He asks.

"In a store near the academy. They sell all kinds of treats." you answer, a little embarassed."I can show you where it is."

"Fine." He answers while opening another bag of the snack. "Tomorrow, then."

He gets back to eating them while playing. He seems really chill.

But everyone else is looking at you, jaws dropped. Kirishima starts smiling obsessively with those sharp teeth and Mina shrieks.

That is when you realize that Bakugo has just set a date with you.

...

You are sitting alone on the couch of the common area. You have put on an outifit specially for this, and now you are afraid to be overdressed(take your time to imagine it).

A scent comes to your nose. There is a bit of caramel in it, but mixed with wodden perfume. You turn around and Bakugo is behind you wearing a black plain T-shirt under a plaid red shirt.

"Hi." You say standing up a little bit quicker than you intended to.

"Hey." He answers, hands in pockets.

A deep silence falls over you.

"Let's go?" He asks while already walking to the door.

You follow him until you are side by side and you start walking in silence until you are out of the school. As you do so, you pass by many other students from class 1-A that, you are pretty sure, make perplexed faces to see you two together.

"It is a couple of blocks ahead." You say.

"Actually..." Bakugo stops behind you. "Why don't we take a stroll first?"

You turn to him, confused. He is staring at you with a serious face, pretty misterious to you.

"O...ok." you stutter a little intimidated by it.

You follow Bakugo to a commercial area where the both of you start window shopping in silence, until he seems to see something and pulls you by your forearm to it.

"A fight movie?" you ask when you see him point to the poster in the movie theater.

"Do you have anything better to do?" he asks.

"Ok, it's just that... I have seen this movie already." you say, remembering that you had come to watch it with Aizawa. He slept the whole session.

"We can see that one then." he points at a romantic movie poster.

"Ahn... no I don't like these." you say pointing at the third and final poster available. "Let's see that one. I'll pay for the popcorn."

"You will want separate popcorn." He says.

He was right, Bakugo's popcorn was so full of barbecue sauce that you couldn't even put it in your mouth. He seems to really enjoy spicy food.

As for the movie... it was an horror movie about a psycopath that murdered people in a school. Bakugo whispered during the whole movie about how dumb the characters were and even laughed in a scene with lots of gore. You couldn't avoid to laugh with him, because, yeah, the effects were not that good.

He turned to you when he saw you giggle and you exchanged a smile.

When you left the session the sun was setting.

"So, let's go to the store and... back to campus?" you say stretching your arms up.

"Yeah." He answers putting one of his arms around your waist.

You freeze as Bakugo guides you out of the movie in that way. You can barely walk straight and don't know what to do. Your face is hot red but not as hot as the feeling of his hand on your waist.

You walk in silence that way till you get to the store.

"It... it's here." You say.

"Yeah." he answers.

You wait for him to let go of you so you can get inside, but he doesn't.

"Bakugo." You say, too embarassed to look at him.

"Call me Katsuki." He tells you, his mouth close to your ear.

You are daytripping, right? Is it a dream again? What is going on? All of a sundden this is happening. You get afraid to pinch yourself and be back in the common room.

But that heat he emanates near you makes you sure that this time, it is for real.

"How dumb do you think I am, eh?" He says, taking his hand off your hip and standing in front of you.

"I don't think you're dumb." You answer taking a step back and crossing your arms. "Annoying? Sure. Rude? Absolutely. A jerk? Yeah...but not dumb."

"You think I am annoying?" He says with a smirk."You think I am a Jerk? Y/n, you have baaad taste for men, then."

"WHAT?!" you yell as you feel your face becoming even more red.

"It did take Eijiro to tell me for me to notice at first, but then I realized he was right. All your little stares, the way you got when I was around. You like me, don't you?" he rises one of his eyebrows and smiles.

"I DON'T." You say quickly, but then cover your mouth. You feel like running away, but you can't control yout legs.

Bakugo pulls you to him and gets his face close to yours.

"I am flattered." He says in a huge side smile.

You keep your hands in your mouth.

"Your breath smells like barbecue." Is the only think you can think of answering.

You feel very dumb about it, but he starts laughing and lets you go. You step back and put your head down, shrinking your shoulders.

"You... like me?" you ask with a wisper.

"If I like you? I don't even know you." He says putting his hands on his pockets. "But I know you're intelligent, strong and..."

Bakugo pulls your chin up and stares at you, deep in the eyes.

"I think you are very pretty too." he says. "I think I could get to like you a lot... little brat."

"What did you just..."

You are about to start a fight, but Bakugo rests his lips on yours. He doesn't kiss agressively, actually, his lips are very soft.

When he steps away, you hide your face in your hands. You can feel your whole body burning.

"That is cute, I actually thought your were going to try to beat the shit out of me for doing this." he laughs.

"I WILL!" you say, throwing some punches on his chest, but not really hard.

He holds your wirsts and gives you a sweep kick, putting you up one of his shoulders. You let go a scream.

"Yeah, I like it better like this. Let's buy those nice snacks." he says, taking you into the store like that.

Next part here:

[anneesfolleshq]

Bonjour et bienvenue! Paris welcomes you, our Gambler, Jaqueline ‘La Spadille’ Dubois! May we say, you’re the spitting image of Gal Gadot! Please make your presence known within 24 hours, and do have a look at our checklist before setting out into the city on your own.                                                                        À bientôt!

MUN

Name/Alias: Cleo (’:

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20 in December. but my fake says I’m already 22(;

Timezone: EST. I can’t promise that I’m going to be on every single day because I do have school 4 days a week and work 2 out of the other 3, but I do have large gaps in my school schedule and a solid day and a half where I’m free for sure to write with y’all. My discord is cleooo#9183 if anyone needs to hit me up for anything!

MUSE

Chosen Skeleton: The Gambler

Muse Name: Jaqueline ‘La Spadille’ Dubois

Muse Age: 32

Chosen FC: Gal Gadot

Muse Occupation: Officially an unemployed Parisian, unofficially-officially a card shark, and officially-UNofficially a high-paid escort when she’s down and out (like right now lolz, but she’s lowkey af)

Muse Affiliation & Frequent Haunts: Jacqueline goes wherever the money flows — that is her affiliation.  Though her checkbook doesn’t reflect the furs that drape over her shoulders and the diamonds that glisten on her chest, no one would ever know as she’s constantly frequenting Hotel Montmartre or La Gavrouche.  She brushes shoulders with the Parisian elite as if she still belongs, and to the blind eye, she does — because that’s what she wants them to believe.  La Spadille is a born and bred Parisian, and now a broke one at that, but she knows how to change that.  While she’s down and out right now, she’s almost always found testing her luck at anything from dominos to spades at The Blue Lotus, always up to date on the changing password.  And if Jacqui doesn’t want to risk losing, there’s always a card table with drunk working class men on their break at the Street Market to be found and hustled.  She knows her city, and she knows where to have her fun; Jacqueline is a regular at both L’Enfer and Le Ciel, and as an unmarried femme fatale, she knows how to use the cards she was dealt to enjoy the clubs’ pleasures even if she can’t afford it herself.

Direct from Le Petit Journal: La Spadille ou La Dame de Cœurs — which side of Mademoiselle Dubois will the streets of Paris receive tonight?  She’s often seen running the tables at L’Enfer, but even if her attempts at seducing Lady Luck are to no avail, the hearts of Paris’ most suitable bachelors still rest in her hands.  It seems that even when the house wins, Jacqueline Dubois never loses.

BIOGRAPHY

(tw: abuse, miscarriage, murder)

0-6 ans

Breathless laughs of joy escaped Monsieur et Madame Dubois when the piercing sound of neonate cries filled the room.  They had tried for years for a successful pregnancy, and they were finally here.  The smiles were wiped from their faces when the nurse announced that it was a beautiful baby girl.  What were they to do with a weak little girl?  A girl could not take over the family business, and even worse she wouldn’t further the Dubois name. Monsieur Dubois was a jeweler to the Parisian elite, only with their lavish lifestyle and appearances to be kept, another mouth to feed and the stagnation of the economy in the 1890s, what was once a busy business was now putting them in the red.  Though eventually business picked up a little more, his debts made during the store’s slower times had left the Dubois’ always behind the curve, struggling to keep afloat, let alone to catch up.  

7-15 ans

Her family’s worsening financial situation didn’t make it any easier for Jacqui’s parents to show her the attention and love a growing child yearns for.  Rather, she was met with coldness and the highest of expectations; if they were going to have a girl, she would be groomed to be the most marketable of girls.  And for many years, she aimed to be the best to fulfill her parents’ wishes in hopes of finally gaining their affections.  She’d spend hours a day walking with books on top of her head, her back as straight as an arrow or practicing table manners and polite conversation.  As she aged, she was charming and intelligent with beauty to match, enamoring everyone she spoke to with her quick wit and grace — everyone except her parents.  Though most of her efforts went unnoticed and her achievements disregarded, any time she faltered was magnified by her parents; she slouched as they walked in le parc, her legs spread a little too far apart at Mass, she wastoo charming, precocious even and God forbid her reputation be tarnished by her coquettish behavior before they received a dowry.

16-17 ans

Eventually they did receive an offer of a dowry, and all of a sudden, the Dubois’ greatest disappointment was now their final saving grace.  All the hard work had paid off, as now her mother brushed her daughter’s long tresses with care.  “You’re going to make us very proud, my love.” Jacqueline recalled her mother cooing in her ear, and as the woman spoke of the details of the marriage arrangement, all Jacqui could think about was the first real semblance of endearment her mother offered her.  

Gaston Choquette was everything her parents could’ve wanted for their girl; he was handsome, a powerful top-ranking member of Paris’ elite, and most importantly, trèsriche.  He was magnificent while courting Jacqui, showering both her and her family with gifts and treasures, offering her the affections she’d been missing out on her whole life.  He took her everywhere; shopping on the right bank, his business meetings in La Gavroche, nights out in Montparnasse.  It was him that introduced her to the exciting night life of Paris, making a spectacle when he arrived with her on his arm; she was the beauty to his beast… Only she hadn’t learned that quite yet.

18-20 ans

It was at their wedding that Jacqui had seen the first sign of her husband’s carnal nature.  It had only been mere moments after their ceremony had concluded, and she was greeted with her family and friends that wished to grant the couple their best wishes.  Monsieur Garnier, her father’s business partner of nearly a decade embraced Jacqui, and she gladly embraced him too. He was something of an uncle figure to her, one of the few that indulged Jacqueline with the affections a child should be granted.   He was always kind to her whenever she visited the store with her father, giving her all the answers to her many questions regarding jewelry whenever her own father brushed her off, praising her on her great wit during conversation whenever her parents let it go by unacknowledged.  Having him at her wedding pleased Jacqueline greatly, but she was sure to never express such pleasure for another man’s presence when Gaston’s fingers curled around her arm, pressing so deep that her bruise had lasted nearly two weeks after that.  “I never want to see you with a man like that again, you understand me?”  He growled in her ear as they left the church,  “We exchanged vows, you belong only to me — now and forever.”  There were blackened tear drops on the silhouette of her ivory gown.

With his temper in mind, Jacqueline tried to make the best of her situation and for a little while, it worked.  They’d still make a spectacle when they went out, dressed to the nines and having the time of “their” (mostly his) lives as Paris’ most beautiful couple; dinner and shopping in Montmartre and nights out in the liveliest clubs Montparnasse.  She was always on his arm, as he spoke about business with his partners, drank like a fish, and gambled away hundreds and thousands of Francs on end, and her rouge painted lips would be curled up in the smallest of smiles.  Though Jacqui had trained her whole life to be the best woman she could be, almost all of those skills were locked away in the back of her mind as Gaston’s wife.  She spoke very little to anyone and simply stood by him throughout the night until they went home, where she’d have to let him do whatever he desired to her.  What else could she do; she was but a weak little girl, non?

But Jacqueline was always an intelligent girl; easily picking up skill and information.  If you’re quiet as a mouse, people tend to forget you’re even there and say more than they should.  That was how she learned of her husband’s true occupation; he had always said he simply made business deals for his partners, but it didn’t make sense to her that a man only 6 years her senior had made such a name for himself.  Les Beaux Voyous weren’t something Jacqueline was unfamiliar with; she had heard of them through her parents’ discussion of their financial situation, and had even seen them at his shop more than a few times when she would visit.  It suddenly made sense and when she questioned him further about it, he shrugged it off, “C’est la vie.”  When his nonchalance enraged her, he grew enraged too; “Don’t you like the life we lead?  I don’t hear you complaining when you wear your furs or your diamonds that I bought you.”  And it was true, she didn’t complain; her whole life, affection was granted to her by the material items that she received.  Whether it be by gifts from her parents or suitors or eventually her husband, or the attention and respect she received when she went out with shiny pearls on her neck, Jacqueline cherished the products of her bourgeois tastes.  That was the last time she questioned her husband’s line of work.

He was a bookie, gambling away money and counting cards so he could turn a profit and as she lingered over his shoulder during their nights in The Blue Lotus or L’Enfer, Jacqui quickly learned that the house doesn’t always win.  She figured that if she wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone or truly enjoy herself, she’d at least pay attention while he played and soon enough, she picked up on the games.  She had gotten so good merely by watching that she’d even advise her husband on which cards to play next, masking her guidance as sweet nothings being whispered in his ear, or kisses placed on his neck; a happy couple.  But it’s easy to call plays when it’s not your money on the line, and one false call on Jacqueline’s part made her never want to look at cards ever again.  He had lost nearly 3,000 francs, and when he rose, her husband gave the table a light laugh.  “C’est la vie,” he said with a shrug, but his fingers again curled into Jacqueline’s arm as he steered them out of the smoke-filled basement of The Blue Lotus.  His words were like spades, cutting into her the entire drive home.  She was never to try and advise him again, especially where money was concerned; she was never to attempt to play cards, onlymen were smart enough to play cards.

21-24 ans

Though she could not say the same for her husband, Jacqueline’s life had slowed down significantly.  She refused to go out with him anymore, figuring that if she weren’t allowed to enjoy herself while in public, she’d surely enjoy herself at home then.  It was a nightly routine for her; give him a swift, emotionless kiss as he left and then within the hour, her girl friends would be over to play their own card games and dominoes while the husbands were out.  The women would share a few bottles of wine and bet a couple francs here and there, and just before midnight, Jacqui would clear them out and clean up the house before Gaston came home.  She was still great at the games, but she knew better than to let her husband find out that she was playing, let alone with money on the line.

Part of the routine was waiting for him to come home, as they’d been married for a few years now and still were without child.  Jacqueline wasn’t sure she had even wanted children, especially not with Gaston, but as the dutiful woman and wife she spent so much time learning to be, she complied.  They’d try night and night again, and when his luck on the table hadn’t transferred to the bedroom, again it was Jacqui’s fault and then his fists were like clubs, beating into her body for something that wasn’t even really her fault. Eventually she did fall pregnant, and at first everything was actually pleasant; similar to how things were right before the pair had married.  He was lovely and she had finally done something right, and despite all the issues they had had in the past, Jacqueline saw potential for their future.  He wanted nothing more than a son, and rather than go out and drink, he would chatter incessantly about the future of their unborn son.  “He will be the king of Paris,” he would say, “Just like his father.”  

Thankfully, he wasn’t home when she had started bleeding; she wasn’t quite sure what he would’ve done but Jacqueline knew all too well that the man had no boundaries when he was enraged.  His prodigy was no longer a possibility, and she knew that she had to work with the hand she was dealt, otherwise the house would win.

So Jacqui had concocted a plan that ensured her victory, and when she came home from dinner with her mother one night, she was greeted with the police at her door.  “Madame, ” the captain had said, barely able to look her in the eye, “Je suis vraiment désolé.”  He informed the woman that her husband had been very drunk and fell into La Seine, and when his body had been retrieved, he had already drowned and was pronounced dead.  After making arrangements with the captain to visit the morgue the following morning, Jacqueline headed inside and called her girl friends and invited them over for a game of spades.  She won every hand that night.

25 ans - À present

Following her husband’s “mysterious” death, Jacqueline collected her belongings and as much money as she could, and sold their house.  It was with that money that she bought her own beautiful apartment on the right bank and truly began her life.  She still had expensive tastes, and satisfied her own appetite while gambling the rest away in hopes of coming out with even more.  Jacqui was good, but she already knew that.  She played with the big boys, pulling out francs by the pound and counting cards all the way down to the 3 of hearts, but sometimes they were admittedly better.  Still, there had to be respect given to a woman who could hold her own in a game of cards and Jacqui came to be known as La Spadille.  She was invited to all the tournaments, knew all the passwords to the hidden basements of clubs and if ever she were desperate for a few extra guaranteed francs, she even knew where to find cheap games with the drunk working class men.

A lot of the times she was up, but there were quite a few times where she was down and out.  If ever she were running too low on money, she unlocked that little box of skills and traits that she had placed in the furthest depths of her mind and became the most marketable woman she could be.  An unmarried woman can only do as much as is appropriate, but a widow?  She can do as she pleases.  Jacqueline came from money and was married into money, so it was only right that she associate herself with the richest of the rich, even if she couldn’t afford to.  She can be seen on the arms of wealthy men, radiating her own excellence as if she doesn’t need them, or she can be seen alone, but using her own charm to cause them to flock to her.  In either case, her meals and drinks are often paid for without request, and at the end of the night, Jacqueline is left with more money to test her luck with at the tables in the morning.

POTENTIAL PLOTS/CONNECTIONS

Since Jacqueline is a born and bred “wealthy” Parisian, I’d love to see some connections from her past and perhaps even some that dig into her situation with her husband and how he “mysteriously” died.

Along the same lines, I’d also love for someone from her past to expose the fact that she’s actually broke asf right now and perhaps publicly humiliates her for it?

I’d also love to delve deeper into her lowkey escort business, because really Jacqui’s just trying to secure her bag however she can so perhaps she’s conning someone that’s married and their wife finds out, or OOH a woman who’s like her lowkey sugar-momma but then the husband finds out?  That’s hella scandalous.

I’m sure once she gets some more money, she’d probably try and be smart with it rather than gambling it all away, so I’d love for her to get involved in some risky business and further crime.

There’s room for a lot so come and love her plz.