I Love My Husband

Ok so this trope might be my new fav obsession

hiii I haven't posted in months, so I tried to get this done super fast and never proofread anything, so I apologize for everything lol.

k. bakugou x kirishima's sister reader

words: 800+

warning: injuries, mention of blood

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When your brother, Kirishima, finally connects the dots and realizes that you have a crush on his best friend, he is deeply conflicted.

He wasn’t exactly surprised that you’d liked Bakugou– he knew that you’d always ask him about Bakugou, whether he was going to be at certain 1A events, if he was invited to your family dinners, and sometimes you’d just ask him what Bakugou had been up to, but he only saw your questions as you trying to make some comfortable small talk. He probably would’ve never figured out about your crush had he not overheard you talking to one of your friends over the phone.

“Yeah, I mean he’s really cute, I just can’t–”

A mumbled voice interrupts you.

“I would, but I just can’t go on a date with my brother's best friend. I know that Eiji would say that it’s fine, but if he isn’t okay with that, he’s just going to pretend that it doesn’t bother him, and I’m not going force him to pretend that he’s okay with it, you know? Bakugou was his best friend first, and I’m going to respect that.”

—

Months passed, and you still hadn’t found out that Kirishima had listened in on your phone call. 

He was sitting on a bar stool in your bathroom while you attentively brushed red hair dye onto his bleached roots. There was a natural silence as you focused on covering his scalp in the thick concoction. 

“So… you like Bakugou?”

You were taken by surprise by this sudden question. You knew that you liked Bakugou. You’d liked him for years at this point, but you just couldn’t justify jeopardizing what you’d already had for something that could result in disaster. 

You sigh.

“I don’t know, Eiji. It’s complicated.”

He doesn’t pry further, sensing the disappointment and confusion laced between your words.

“Okay.”

—-

Bakugou had paid your household a visit for the weekend, offering to make mapo tofu for another one of your weekly family dinners. As you and your brother got older, friends became regulars at your dinners, and it wasn’t surprising to have Bakugou, Denki, or Sero sitting at the dinner table every weekend. 

However, your mom was out of town on a business trip this week, leaving you and Kirishima to run the household alone. The house was fairly clean, with just a few dishes left in the sink from breakfast and lunch and a pile of freshly washed laundry lying at the foot of your couch, waiting to be folded, but the two of you knew that Bakugou would stay to help you clean up around your house after dinner.

You sat at the kitchen island, watching Bakugou hunched over the stove while Kirishima cut the tofu into cubes. The three of you mindlessly talked about recent drama and little things that had happened in your lives recently. 

“Well, it turns out that she was actually walking to this guy from the next town over who’s been dating this girl for FOUR years. Crazy.”

Kirishima listened to your stories with a few “yeah”s and “Oh I remember her, she’s the one that used to live down the street, right?”, while Bakugou grumbled and summarized everything you said.

“So you mean to tell me she was talking to her friend's boyfriend of four years and didn’t know? Sounds like a lot of bullshit to me.”

Once dinner was over, Bakugou grumbled something about having to clean up your “nasty ass house” and made his way over to the kitchen sink alongside you, grabbing the dish towels stored in the drawer beside the sink and drying off the dishes as you washed them. 

He focused on the bowl you had just handed him, drying it with ease until…

“Fuck!”

He saw you run out of the kitchen, and down to the bathroom, droplets of blood trailing you as you fumbled with the bathroom door handle.

“Y/n? What the fuck happened?”  

He quickly caught up behind you, cracked the door open, lightly pressed the small of your back to lead you into the bathroom, and lifted you onto the marble countertop to examine your bloodied hand.

“Damn. Ya really got yourself good, huh?”

Not expecting a response from you, he found the first-aid kit and shuffled through the contents, finding gauze to wrap around your hand.

He applied the gauze and put pressure on your hand, a stinging sensation making itself known as he tentatively held it.

When you hiss in pain, Bakugou’s eyes dart up to see your tear-stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

At this moment, something about you has changed. You’re something far greater than just Kirishima’s annoying little sister. 

Luckily, your older brother has made it to the door just in time to see how differently he looks at you, and he realizes that it wasn’t just you who was catching feelings.

If I could remove all my reposts and have one it would be this

Stop giving fathers redemption arcs. That old man sucks and you know it

RELEASEEEE MEE. REELEEAASSEE MEEEEEE.

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

The Things He Doesn't Know — K. Bakugo

This is a series, so other parts will be here!

☞ Link: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Bakugo x female reader (Slight Sero x reader)

Synopsis: When you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend, but force you're feeling's down for the sake of your friendship.

Author's note: Low-key feel like I'm losing the plot, anyhow Bakugo lore and finally an interaction with him tehe. Enjoy everyone!

The past week had been rough. Even after apologizing to Kimiko, she was still pissed. It had taken a whole lot of convincing from everyone for her to stop glaring at you, or at least pretend she wasn’t mad to your face.

She also made it clear you were out of the Bakugo setup plans. She never directly said so, but you could tell she didn’t want you around.

Not that you minded.

Mina and Jirou still kept you updated on the drama, but honestly? You were done hearing about Kimiko drooling over Bakugo.

The last thing you needed was more drama from your outburst.

Unfortunately, avoiding it wasn’t going to be easy, not with today’s plans.

The Bakusquad, along with Kimiko, had decided to get ice cream together.

You stepped out of your dorm, only to find Sero waiting for you.

“I figured we’d head down together,” he said casually.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” you replied, smiling, falling into step beside him as you made your way to the elevator.

As the doors closed, Sero pressed the button for the common room and glanced at you. “So… you okay? I know everything with Kimiko probably got to you.”

You hesitated, then exhaled. “Yeah, I’m okay. You really helped, y’know.”

Sero smiled, his voice softer than usual. “Yeah? Well… anything for you, Y/N.”

You looked at each other for a second too long.

The warmth in his gaze made something twist in your chest, a twist that's been happening a lot lately.

Then the elevator dinged, and the moment disappeared.

Sero stepped aside, letting you exit first.

Down in the common room, the others were already gathered, Jirou, Kaminari, Mina, Kirishima… and Bakugo.

“There’s my favorite girl!” Mina grinned, bouncing over and looping her arm through yours, dragging you away from Sero.

“Finally! Let’s go, I need ice cream, like, now,” Kaminari whined.

“No, you idiot,” Jirou said, smacking his arm. “We’re still waiting for Kimiko.”

Kaminari groaned and collapsed onto the couch dramatically. “Ughhh, come on.”

After a few minutes, Kimiko finally arrived, dressed in an orange sundress that flared around her knees.

“Hey, everyone!” she chirped.

Mina gasped. “Oh my God, you look so pretty!”

Jirou nodded in agreement. “Yeah, nice outfit.”

Kirishima grinned. “Looking good, Kimiko!”

Sero, much to your annoyance, looked slightly flustered, his face tinted pink.

Bakugo, on the other hand, merely tapped his foot impatiently.

“Okay, can we go now?” Bakugo grumbled.

“ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM!” Kaminari chanted, marching out the door.

Jirou rolled her eyes but followed after him.

The rest of you trailed behind, leaving campus and heading into the city.

On the way, Kimiko playfully teased Bakugo, but he barely reacted. If anything, he just looked bored.

“So, where exactly are we going?” You asked Mina.

“Oh, it’s this place called Frosty’s!”

Frosty’s?

You blinked. The name alone sent a wave of nostalgia crashing over you.

You snuck a glance at Bakugo, wondering if he remembered.

Frosty’s was... special.

You and Bakugo had first come here when you were wide-eyed kids, eager for ice cream. The place was small, family-owned, with faded walls and an old-school charm.

You both always ordered the same thing: vanilla with sprinkles. Bakugo swore his tasted better, even though they were identical.

But that wasn’t what made it special.

No, what made it special was the fact that it was where you and Bakugo had your first kiss.

You were twelve freshly into middle school. Dating and crushes had started becoming a thing, but neither of you had been interested. Bakugo was too focused on becoming N.1, and you had always been too shy to think about it.

That day, you had both been sitting outside on the worn-down bench, eating your ice cream, when he asked out of nowhere...

“Have you had your first kiss?”

The question had caught you off guard. You had licked your ice cream, avoiding his gaze.

“No… have you?”

He had muttered, “No.” Then he kicked at a loose rock on the ground, his voice unusually hesitant.

“We should just… get it over with. Y’know, so we’re not behind or whatever.”

You weren’t sure why you agreed. Maybe curiosity. Maybe the tiny part of you that had always been drawn to him.

“…Okay.”

You had leaned in, your noses awkwardly bumping before your lips met. It was quick, clumsy, and a little embarrassing. Neither of you had ever brought it up again. Maybe because you were both mortified. Or maybe… maybe, because it had meant something neither of you were ready to face.

“Y/N?” Mina’s voice snapped you out of the memory.

“Huh?”

“What are you getting?” she asked, already holding her own cone.

You barely had to think. “Vanilla with sprinkles.”

Mina groaned. “Ugh, you and Bakugo are so boring.”

At that, you glanced over, and sure enough, Bakugo was sitting at a table, eating vanilla with sprinkles.

You shook your head fondly and paid for your order. The group headed outside, and your eyes immediately found the old bench. Without thinking, you sat down, lost in thought.

Your feelings for Bakugo.

Kimiko.

Everything.

A moment later, someone sat beside you.

Bakugo.

You both sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words settling between you. Then, without looking at you, he muttered, “You remember this place?”

Your grip tightened slightly on your cone.

“…Yeah. Do you?”

“Tch. ‘Course I do.”

A pause. Then...

“You were a horrible kisser,” he remarked.

You scoffed. “Oh, like you were any better.”

He clicked his tongue but didn’t argue.

For a moment, the air between you felt lighter. No Kimiko. No drama.

Just you and him. Just like before. Just how it'd always been.

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I was so caught off guard like??? NO 😰

his premature death and 20 seconds of screen time have bewitched me body and soul

NOT THAT HE CARES | Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo never wanted to be here. The bass is too loud, the air is thick with sweat and alcohol, and the entire place reeks of bad decisions. But you—you—had convinced him to come.

“Just for a little while,” you had pleaded, tugging at his sleeve with that damn smile of yours.

“Please?” He had rolled his eyes, muttered whatever, and somehow ended up here—leaning against the wall not too far away, arms crossed, watching you with a scowl as you laughed way too much at something your friend just said.

It was fine at first. You stuck to a couple of drinks, stayed close to your friends, nothing he needed to interfere with. But now? Now you’re swaying slightly, eyes glassy, your grin too loose. Your friends aren’t any better—one of them is barely holding themselves up, the other is too busy flirting to care what’s happening around them.

And then, of course, some asshole decides to make things worse.Bakugo notices him immediately. A guy—tall, shady asshole, dressed like he thinks he’s hot shit—zeroing in on you like you’re easy prey. He watches as the guy sidles up next to you, leans in too close, and whispers something in your ear.

You blink at him, swaying slightly. “Huh?”The guy chuckles, placing a hand on your lower back. “How about we get out of here, yeah?”Bakugo doesn’t think. He moves.In an instant, he’s at your side, stepping between you and shoving the guy a great distance from you.

“Back up!” The guy blinks, taking a step back. “Whoa, chill, man. Just making sure they’re okay.”he holds his hands up “she’s fine.” His voice is cold, sharp. “And she’s leaving dip shit.”

The guy hesitates, looking between you and Bakugo like he’s deciding whether it’s worth the trouble. But one look at Bakugo’s clenched fists and deadly glare, and he backs off with a scoff, muttering something about people being too uptight.

Bakugo ignores him, turning back to you. “We’re goin’.”You pout. “But—”“No buts.” He grabs your wrist, steady but firm. “You’re done.”You mumble something incoherent but don’t resist as he leads you through the crowd. Your friends barely notice you leaving, too caught up in their own mess.Idiots.

The night air is sharp against his skin as he helps you into his car. You fumble with the seatbelt, and with an irritated sigh, he leans over, buckling it for you.“You’re bossy,” you mumble, blinking up at him.

“And you’re a damn lightweight,” he shoots back, shutting the door before walking around to the driver’s side.The drive is quiet. You’re half-asleep against the window, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. He glances at you, then sighs, grabbing a bottle of water from the cupholder.

“Drink.”You blink at it, sluggish. “Why?”“So you don’t feel like complete shit tomorrow.”

A slow, sleepy smile spreads across your lips. “You do care.”His hands tighten around the wheel. “Tch. Shut up.”Still, you take a few sips, mumbling a quiet thank you before closing your eyes again.By the time he pulls up to your place, you’re barely awake. He gets out, opens your door, and sighs when you don’t move.

“Oi.” He nudges your arm. Nothing.With a grunt, he unbuckles your seatbelt and scoops you into his arms, carrying you inside like it’s second nature.

Your breath is warm against his neck as he unlocks your door.“…Bakugo?” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

He exhales through his nose. “What?”

“…You’re really warm.”His face heats up, but he doesn’t acknowledge it.

“Yeah, yeah. Just go to sleep.”And maybe, just maybe, as he tucks you into bed and watches the slow rise and fall of your chest, he finally admits—just to himself—that you might be the only person in the world he’d ever do this for.Not that he cares.(Of course he does.)

I love him

New bonus illustration for the 4th movie

I need a job so this is the good luck post for it

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god