i say something loving - bakugo x reader
wc: 5621
sum: you know all that love stuff makes bakugo sick… too bad all your dates keep being ruined by it.
a/n: born of a poll i did last summer, when someone suggested i write something about how bakugo would propose… and then when i thought about it, couldn’t decide how. i still can’t believe it took me so long to finish… so i’m happy that i’m finally able to give it to the world (and to that person, wherever they may be).
also, literally thank you so, SO much to my beta readers @pluviophile-imagines + @phen0l … i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am for them!!! truly lifesavers and so thoughtful and kind and SOOOOOOO TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!! they deserve all the love <333
warning: SFW, angst with a happy ending, bakugo literally just refuses to talk about his feelings, miscommunications, genderneutral except use of petnames like “babe,” + “baby…” + ask to tag!
(read on ao3 here - coming soon!)
enjoy!
Smoke floods the screen; big billows of charcoal gray and black smothering the world with ash. Sky in the background, the sun hangs in a defeated glaze, overpowered with a blooming darkness that swirls in tandem with the clouds.
From the haze, a torn costume makes itself known; orange and green uniting in the form of steel cut shoulders and wide sprawling Xs. A single, large gauntlet adorning a wrist that’s attached to an equally as intimidating bicep, the other fist clenched tightly in the loops of a belt…
Bakugo appears…
… and the camera that is recording almost shakes in excitement.
He is power, he is force… all wrapped up as one single man: imposing, daunting, and strong. Someone the world relies on, and someone who is meant to be great.
“Dynamight!” an interviewer yells, animatedly, bubbly, running into the frame from somewhere off screen. The man has a wide, toothy smile that bounces between the camera and Bakugo’s face, and he catches up with a noticeable puff of air. “So glad I caught you, spare a minute for a couple questions?”
Bakugo grunts, the camera zooming in on him wiping soot off his sweat-streaked face. He nods, one single strike of his chin downward, but nonetheless continues to make his way through the rubble that takes up the rest of the crime-scene-turned-battleground. The interviewer, still beaming, jogs alongside him without breaking a sweat.
“What an amazing battle, sir!” His voice is cheery and unbothered, stiff with a practiced perfection that only a trained TV anchor would have.
Bakugo grunts again.
“What is this?” he says. “Your 79th consecutive win this year?”
“80th.”
The interviewer ignores the mistake.
“We need to celebrate! What sounds good to ol’ Murder God Dynamight?”
“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight,” Bakugo corrects once more. The words also go unnoticed with a spritely blink and uncanny smile.
“And to think, this venue was for weddings, too…”
There’s a pregnant pause, Bakugo’s booted foot halting in the air, his once neutral-if-not-undetectably-peeved expression now falling stiff with eyebrows twitching.
“Say, we all know you have a special someone back at home,” the interviewer declares, eyes lighting up as his grin visibly grows. “You have for quite a while now. Any plans on tying the knot soon?”
The interview lasts less than a minute total. A new record for Katsuki Bakugo.
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acceptance is not going to hurt.
there are no quests. no moral choices. no divine prophecies. your worthiness is not questioned by your suffering . . . yet, you are still trapped. you are in your own cage.
why are you treating shifting like a quest? as if you are the hero in this greek myth, encountering gods and magical objects, evolving and understanding the world by completing a task who looked bigger than you. and your reward? is going back home.
but, it can be easy. and you are not used to this.
it looks like enemy territory. when people around you seemed to have it simple and you had to put twice of their effort to even accomplish something. it feels like everything you did in life is not worthy; simple tasks required hours of your time, and something as . . . whimsical as shifting, is simple? you are holding on your past experiences because that’s all you know. at the end you still accomplished those tasks, so with shifting is going to be the same.
but what if it’s the holding that it’s hurting you? accepting to let go is not a cruel joke. the cruelty is staying in a situation that is not helping you . . . and everything you accomplished in your life is not going to disappear because you acknowledged that something can be easy. acceptance doesn’t ask you to forget. it’s healing your suffering. it wants to make you understand that your cage is not everything that exists in the world.
accept it. the cage is open. you can walk away.
Can you hear me? | Katsuki x reader
Inglês is not my language, sorry for mistakes :)
Katsuki was explosive, literally. The boy had a strong personality that was difficult to deal with, not just anyone who could handle Katsuki. Cursing and ridiculous nicknames were a hallmark of Katsuki.
The boy could explode whatever he wanted, many were afraid of him, or just didn’t like his rebellious way. But, there were some who liked Katsuki, you were one of them.
Katsuki has been your best friend since they were little, Katsuki has always been protective of you, he swore to be the number one hero, so he would protect you from all the evil in the world. You had a healing quirk, you never thought about being a hero, you actually wanted to be like your parents, you wanted to be a doctor. Your father was a famous doctor of the great heroes, he always supported your choice, you studied medicine from a very young age.
Especially after hearing a conversation between his father and Bakugou’s parents. The explosive boy was very likely to go deaf because of his quirk, it scared you.
Katsuki just said it was silly and you shouldn’t worry. Well, you were worried. In a few days you started doing research and classes in pounds. You wanted to be ready for anything. Bakugou has always been by your side and you would do the same for him.
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-Kazumi : do you love me because i have an amazing sense of humor?
-bakugou : babe, i love you despite your amazing sense of humor.
Izuku: Todoroki-kun, if you have a test due at midnight, why did you agree to bowling?
Bakugo: Yeah. It’s 11pm, Icyhot.
Todoroki, working on a laptop: Ah.
Izuku: It’s your turn to bowl by the way.
Todoroki: Okay. *gets up, bowls while working, and gets a perfect strike*
Izuku and Bakugo: WHAT-
Kids are so rude nowdays😂
I don't know who needs to hear this but you're allowed to hate this reality. I remember in early shifttok they would drag YOU if you said that you did, have you seen the state of our world? Who WOULDN'T hate this reality? not too mention telling people not to hate this reality make people feel invalidated for how the perceive this reality.
hello! i saw your requests were open, so i was wondering if i could request a drabble where bakugou comforts reader who doesn’t feel like shes feminine enough? and whenever she sees him with a really pretty girl she gets upset thinking he wouldn’t look her way cause she doesn’t act or dress like the rest of the girls in 1-a but she tries (have a nice day!!)
starring. bakugou & you
plot. after attempting to dress more feminine, bakugou states exactly how he feels about it—and you.
genre. comfort, fluff
cw. swearing, female reader implied, reader likes baggy clothes
notes. woo got carried away lol, i relate to this alot so i wanted to give it my best. i hope you like it and thank u sm for the request! im sorry it took so long, writers block is a bitch:( i hope u have a nice day as well!! <3
likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3
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yesterday, you had departed from your classroom in a dismal mood, to say the least. after witnessing a few female classmates swarm bakugou to chat about his astounding quirk, you dawned on the fact that he seemed nicer to them than you—insults were still thrown around, yet they weren’t as heavy as the ones he showered you with.
you had absolutely zero ill-will towards them, the animosity was actually directed at yourself. was he nicer because they were prettier, or because they wore showy dresses and skirts?
here you were, dressed in baggy denim jeans and a hoodie, was that the problem? you never took part in the salon trips or trying on dresses like the other girls, was that what he wanted?
before this, you had come to the conclusion that katsuki bakugou, your bestfriend, never once had an interest in dating and such. recent events have swayed your view, though—so here you are now, standing idly in front of your mirror adjusting your skirt.
you only own one, and it was a gift. while it fits you nicely and the color compliments your eyes, you feel uncomfortable and stiff. you smooth it out a bit more, rolling your shoulders to try and ease the tension in them.
no use, you still have this awkward feeling. you don’t feel like you, you feel like you’re trying to be someone else. that said, you shake it off to the best of your abilities, finishing up your usual routine—just this time, with a skirt.
as discomfiting as it is to don yourself in this outfit, you know you have to attempt it. you can’t jump to conclusions just yet, if you try and are unsuccessful, then you can be dejected about it. a knock at your dorm drags you from your unquieting head, the aggression gives away the culprit easily.
“fuck is takin’ you so long? we’re gonna be late, dumbass!” bakugou’s voice rings in your ears, and anxious, uninvited feelings accompany it.
you dash around your room, snatching your school stuff in a hurry. “it’s fine! just head there without me, katsuki.”
some grumbles flow from your door, then it slams ajar. you swing around, pivoting on your heel at the intrusion.
“what the hell are you doing! you’re gonna be late, just go—and stop breaking into my room!”
the semi-shout does the opposite of deterring him, and he shoves the door closed behind him as he crosses his arms in agitation. he even taps his foot against the wooden floors, you having to stifle a laugh at his demeanor.
“maybe you should lock your door, stupid.—” his head falls to face the ground, “—y’know i’m not gonna walk without you, hurry the fuck up.”
you huff and as his head rises back up, he notices.
“the hell are you wearin’?”
your eyes fly to the wall behind him, arms coming to cover yourself instinctively as an unpleasant feeling crawls up your spine. had you messed up?
“i’m—uh, it’s just a skirt. i just figured that, um, i should.. try something new.” your uneasiness flows through your voice, and bakugou definitely takes notice.
“is it bad..?”
he scoffs, closing the proximity between you both by just a bit.
“do you think it’s bad?”
you open your mouth to respond, but nothing falls out. of course you think it’s bad, but you want to know if he does too.
“uh, i mean, i’m uncomfortable. i’d rather be in my normal clothes but i don’t really.. look good in those, i guess.” the words come out unconfident, much to your dismay.
you begin to play with your fingers, hoping he’ll just let is slide and accompany you to class like always.
“hey, stupid. take it off.”
your eyes blow wide, the hell did he just say?
“what?”
“i’ll turn around, just put on somethin’ you actually feel fuckin’ comfortable in.” before you can retort, he spins around.
sighing, you settle for the assumption that he simply doesn’t see you like that. it must’ve been weird for him to see you in girly clothes, maybe he thinks of you as one of the guys or something.
slipping out of the coarse textured skirt, you tweak your new agreeable outfit to your liking. a cozy long-sleeved shirt and loose fitting jeans, the normal. before you can finish tidying yourself up, bakugou snaps the silence in half.
“why’d you decide to go and try to change into that shit, anyways? you told me you’d start dressin’ like that when hell freezes over.”
you pause, thinking of the correct way to word it without seeming odd.
“you’re nicer to the girls who dress like that.”
the room falls deadly silent once again, and for a split second, you feel sick to your stomach.
“are you done changin’?”
“yeah.”
bakugou swiftly turns to face you, stomping over until he’s directly in front of your pretty face.
“you tried to wear that shit for me?”
you nod, feeling a bit mentally diminutive compared to his intimidating frame.
“don’t. i like you the way you are and i’d rather you be comfortable, dumbass.” he settles his rough palms above your shoulders.
“then why are you meaner to me..?” this is the last question you need an answer to, and the shock hasn’t fully set in yet so you decide to ask it now.
he growls, shaking you back and forth.
“fuck, this is really embarrassin’, so you better not go makin’ fun of me and shit.—” he halts his movements, letting his hands fall to his sides.
he covers the bottom of his face with one palm, the other resting soundly in place at his side.
“—have you, have you ever heard that if you bully someone more—goddammit! i like you, alright? there, i fuckin’ said it.”
buffering, you’re speechless. that’s why he was so rude to you? why didn’t he just say so, it would’ve saved you a lot of trouble!
“really? you like me like this?” you gesture to your boyish looking clothes, arching a brow in questioning.
he nods silently, knowing his words would most likely flow out harsher than he means them to.
“wow, i—i did that because i like you! what a coincidence, right?”
“yeah, whatever. we’re already super fuckin’ late, so if you’re comfortable then let’s go.” he takes your hand in his, uncharacteristically gentle, and stomps out of your dorm.
you flush heavily, eyeing your connected hands as a smile breaks out on your face. bakugou abruptly stops in his tracks.
“the only reason i’d have for hatin’ what you wear,—” his unoccupied hand reaches towards both of yours, tugging up the sleeve that made its way in between them. “—is that these shitty sleeves keep me from feelin’ your hand in mine.”
you laugh a bit, face blazing as you both begin your walk to class once again. before you can say anything to doubt yourself though, he redirects your thoughts.
“the upside is that you look fuckin’ adorable in it, so i probably shouldn’t be complainin’.”
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feedback is extremely meaningful!
boyfriend!katsuki is the biggest grump ever, until he eats. He’s already rough around the edges but his pout is most prominent when his stomach is empty. His eyebrows are furrowed together, the crease between them worse than ever. Feed him his spicy food and he may or may not calm down, but the pout and pinched eyebrows are no longer there.
boyfriend!katsuki who is the worst person to shop with. You want his opinion because, hello! his parents are in the FASHION industry, it would be so nice to have some kind of input??? He’ll straight up sit there in the dressing room with you (because he will be damned if he’s not in there with you) on his phone, mindlessly scrolling through emails or playing some kind of shooting game. Katsu, if you’re not even going to give me a yes or a no then wait outside! You can argue with him but babes it’s falling on deaf ears. I just don’t understand why you need my opinion, it’s all coming off anyways. He’ll give your flustered face a smug look. He catches a shirt you throw at him for his suggestion before pocketing his phone. Once you have his full attention, he’s actually really helpful. May be a little….honest with his opinions but it’s always followed up with some advice on what would work better.
boyfriend!katsuki who likes to cuddle you quietly. If he’s had a long day or is annoyed with all the extras in his life, the only thing he wants to do is lay on top of you and bury his face in your tummy. He’s bigger than you and he’s always aware of how much of his weight he’s putting on you but he just likes to be on top because it gets him extra close to you. Not to mention it feels like he’s protecting you even when falling asleep. Run your fingers through his hair if you want to but be careful if you catch a knot. He’ll bite at the chub of your hip if you pull too hard.
boyfriend!katsuki who feels awful if he ever makes you cry. Especially if it’s during an argument where the two of you failed to see the other person’s side. His shoulders will drop and he’d still have his signature angry pomeranian look but now he’s more upset with himself for making you cry. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, trying to calm down before he even approaches you again. He likes to make it up to you with actions rather than words (makes you your favorite meal, runs a bath for you, AND gives you a massage at the end of the day). The next time the argument is brought up, he’s a lot calmer. Still annoyed at the subject itself but has an easier time communicating his point.
boyfriend!katsuki who hates to have photos taken of him, but loves taking them of you. He has a folder in his phone with so many pictures of you. Unfortunately, not all of them are flattering pictures of you but don’t even think about deleting them because they’re his favorite. He will make fun of your double chin or your drool when he comes across from them but deep down he’s so happy that someone trusts him enough to be this unguarded around him. You’ve tried retaliating, but he’s got fast reflexes so you can really only get them when he’s sleepy or already sleeping. Looks too cute and soft in them for you to make fun of him >:(
boyfriend!katsuki who claims to hate that you include him in your skin care routine, but does nothing (aside from grumble) when you’re working his hair into two little pigtails on top of his forehead. The same boyfriend that claims he will bite your hand if you put that damn cream anywhere near his face, and the same boyfriend that closes his eyes when your fingers start to massage his cheeks. He claims to hate it, but his cheeks that squish themselves against your working hands claim something else. Does not have the patience for face masks, don’t try it on him. You’d scold him for taking it off as soon as he realizes what you’re putting on his face: Katsuki those were expensive! Leave it on or it won’t work. You can beg all you want, but it was your fault for picking a panda face mask, I’m not wearing that shit he’ll grumble stubbornly and actually bite your hand (playfully) if you get close to him. He doesn’t mind clear face masks as much because they don’t look as “stupid”
certain things in your script are not weird or out of place, you’re just not used to them. there’s a difference! ✨
why is shooting ur shot (friendship edition) so much harder than shooting ur shot (romantic edition). babygirl i wanna befriend u so bad