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bakugou katsuki doesn’t announce the newfound development in your relationship like a normal person.

one day, he’s in the kitchen within the first breath of daylight, preparing breakfast for two. you slide up next to him, burrowing your head between his arm and chest—and katsuki… he lets you, squeezes you. he kisses you on your temple, “g’morning, baby,” and by then a gasp rips across the silence of the room.

kaminari starts, “what—”

“oh,” ashido gasps, dawning with understanding. “wait—are you two…?”

katsuki bares his teeth at the stunned looks of your classmates, his glare speaking volumes: an unspoken claim.

Valentine’s Trash Talk | K.Bakugou

When you overhear Bakugou complaining about Valentine’s Day, your romantic plans take a turn— much to his dismay.

Part of @scarekat’s “Valentine, I Choose You” collab! | wc: 3.4k

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Valentine’s Day. What isn’t to like about a holiday that celebrates love? Whether your affections are platonic or romantic, Valentine’s Day is the time to honor your dearest by openly showering them with your most intimate feelings in a multitude of forms. Flowers, candy, homemade sweets and even sweeter messages handwritten in pink and red heart shaped cards. Shiny gifts and romantic date nights and first-time confessions that leave you trembling in exhilaration, words that make your heart race and your cheeks flush as you openly exemplify your feelings to the person whose presence you enjoy the most, finally given an excuse to express them. The moment your eyes meet theirs, the first bite of a homemade treat made with you in mind–

“What a load of bullshit.” 

It’s 10:00 AM in the office when the criticizing voice of Bakugou Katsuki reaches you from a row of desks over. You’ve only been here for an hour, having arrived a little later than usual due to your Valentine’s Day preparations. 

“You seriously don’t care about any of that stuff?” Another voice chimes in, Kirishima, the other person whom you talk with daily at work. Kirishima had been easy to get along with from the start, hired not even a month before you. As the two of you were the newest members of the department, he had taken it upon himself to actively befriend you. Bakugou however, was an entirely different case despite holding a similar job title.

It’d taken working together on multiple projects for Bakugou to finally warm up to you, but combined with Kirishima’s urging to share lunch breaks together at least once a week, you considered yourself to be just as good friends with him as you were Kirishima. Or at least, that was until a few months ago, when you realized those feelings of friendship were evolving into something a bit more than that. The more time you spent with Bakugou, the easier it was to fall for him. Despite his outwardly cold and irritated appearance, he was much nicer than he let on. When you asked him about how to do something, he left detailed notes for you written in the margins of documents and spreadsheets. When your trio pitched an idea in a meeting, he would answer all the hard questions and leave everyone nodding their heads in approval at something that you previously thought wouldn’t make the cut. Of course, these things could all be just because he was trying to get ahead– everyone who knew him also knew that he planned to chase and capture every promotion possible. Regardless of his intent, you were grateful for his help since he had been with the company a bit longer than you had. Aside from his work-ethic however, Bakugou was known for one other thing: his brash opinions.  

“Of course I don’t care about that stuff, why would I?” Bakugou continues, “It’s stupid.” 

“It’s not stupid Bakugou,” Kirishima argues, “Even if you don’t have a girlfriend, if you have someone special in mind, wouldn’t you want to let them know?” 

“Not because of some stupid holiday. All you idiots spend a ton of money on some special candy and for what, to prove your love? All it proves is that you’ve got some money and time to waste.” 

You’re listening more closely now. You’re delighted to find out that Bakugou is single (you had never summoned the courage to ask, hoping that somehow his intimidating demeanor overpowered how attractive he was to others), but you wonder just how far his hatred of Valentine’s Day would go. 

“What if it’s homemade?” Kirishima isn’t convinced, or maybe he’s just continuing the argument for the sake of it, “Come on, you can’t possibly say you’d hate to get some homemade sweets from a cute girl.” 

“If I wanted something sweet, I’d buy it myself. That’s why you don’t see me keeping chocolate bars and cookies in my desk like you do.” He responds with a growl, “I don’t want anything to do with that shit.” 

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a/n. it's been a hot minute, y'all. this is inspired by a reel i saw on instagram (@dagirlythang), although i believe this is one of those notorious accounts that reposts content from other creators without proper citation :\ still, credit is due where it's (partially) due. anywho, i haven't written in a WHILE, but i hope this still scratches the itch for some of you. enjoy! (0.6k)

“here, kats.”

from where he’s just put the car in park, bakugou looks at you—first, instinctively—then carefully, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of what you’re holding.

his normally crimson eyes that are seeming darker under the dim light of his brand new porsche dart up to meet yours. “the fuck is that?”

you frown at his unexpectedly hostile reaction, although it’s quick to morph into a look of realization when it hits you belatedly.

“shit, sorry,” you half-laugh, half-sputter, hurriedly returning it to your bag before reaching into its depths for your phone. you thumb in your password in almost less than a second, gaze trained on the app as you click it, “i forgot you preferred cashless transactions.”

you’re in the middle of typing in bakugou’s phone number—you’re embarrassed to admit you already have it memorized just two weeks into dating him—when your device is unceremoniously yanked out of your grip—so fast that you could barely squeak in surprise. you whip to face the pro-hero—about to reprimand his ear off for ripping it away from your hands like that—when you catch a glimpse of his features and all the words suddenly die in your throat.

uh oh.

“tell me,” he starts, voice low, and you find yourself gulping despite yourself. “did i buy this car so i can quit hero work and be a driver?”

“…no?”

a scowl. “then why are you treating me like i’m you’re fucking uber?”

you blanch. “i’m not! i just figured i give you some gas money.”

“why the fuck would you send me gas money?”

you know better than to answer that, so you shake your head and ignore the way he’s practically glowering at you, before pulling out the wad of cash from earlier, “is this much okay—”

“you ain’t sending me shit,” bakugou essentially spits—cutting you off—just as he reaches over the console and thrusts your hand back into your wallet.

he’s still gripping onto your phone.

you toss him an exasperated expression.

that earns you an eye roll. “don’t.”

you pout. “why won’t you let me help?”

“this isn’t about help, dumbass,” bakugou drawls, mirroring your irritation. “i won’t be caught dead asking my girlfriend for money.”

you try to breeze past the way he just referred to you as his girlfriend, masking your fluster with a scoff. “so it’s a pride thing now?”

the ash-blonde sneers. “more like the bare fucking minimum.”

to that, you snort, although you can’t fight the smile that tugs at your lips. “easy for you to say, rich guy.”

“watch it,” he warns, and you break into a laugh, then laugh harder when his mouth wobbles in a sorry attempt to keep a stern face.

that grants you a playful punch to the shoulder, which you take in stride, still chuckling. soon enough, the air falls into a quiet lull with neither of you making a move to get out and into your apartment’s parking lot. this goes on for a few beats, before bakugou finally breaks the silence.

“p-promise me.”

bewildered, you glance at the pro-hero, who’s looking straight ahead onto the wall beyond the car. “promise you what?”

he swallows, as if nervous. “that you’ll get used to this.”

your eyes widen, suddenly speechless. the urge to ask him what he means by ‘this’ quickly surfaces—something tells you it’s more than just him spending on you—albeit dies down just as swiftly. the last thing you want is to ruin the moment.

instead, you settle with peering at him curiously for another minute, before: “…do i have a choice?”

at that, bakugou turns to you, grinning. “nah.”

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I can’t remember if I posted this here but take fem erasermight. You’re welcome

being the bakusquad’s lil pup would just turn you from a brat to a spoiled brat.

@neon-gothicc this is for you specifically ,, since you encourage this!

bakugou’s doing agency work in the home office? best believe you’re slinking in with nothing but mischief in your eyes. he barely looks up, just quirks a bushy eyebrow in question.

“what?”

you’re so quick to press a kiss to his cheek, staining it with pretty sparkly gloss.

“well, mina and i wanna go to the mall-“

“go get my wallet.” he grumbles, going back to his laptop as you skip away.

sweet denki seems to always bring you home gifts. random things that he says reminds him of you or little daisies he’d picked on his walk home. he never eats without you, so eager to want to share his plate with you. you’re showering? he’s throwing your towels in the dryer so they’ll be warm. you’re sleepy? he’s rubbing your back until you’re snoring.

“kami can you get me something to drink?”

“kami can you grab my purse from the car?”

“kamiiii can i have the aux?”

he never complains when it’s you.

mina’s got a thing for dressing you up. she likes to pamper you properly. she gives the best massages and keeps your nails so pretty with fresh paint. she’s plopping you in her lap so she can do your makeup, cooing about how pretty you are. your closet is practically overflowing with clothes n shoes but mina will swear you don’t have enough. she also can’t help snapping candid pics of you every chance she gets. her camera roll is flooded with pics of you sleeping, laughing, ranting..you name it, mina probably has a pic.

she also gives THE best compliments and she doesn’t stop until you’re shy.

“come on pretty girl, one more kiss before i go.”

sero is definitely the one to go to for a nice nap. he gives the best cuddles and always has the best movie recommendations. sero’s room is like the best place to go to relax because his bed is so comfortable. there’s so many pillows, so many nice textured blankets. he’s got those nice light projector thingies that spills a kaleidoscope of colors along his walls. he’s probably an incense guy too, so it always smells so damn good in there. he’s pulling you onto his chest, rubbing your back until you finally fall asleep with him.

ahh i love him i love him. but you’ll have to fight with kami for his attention bc he’s there too!

and of course kiri,, he spoils everyone in the house to no end. sweet compliments and encouragement! he’s who you go to when you need the best advice because he’s never been one to judge. he makes sure you’re taking care of yourself: drink water, eat three meals, don’t leave the house without a sweater. even baku is sneaking off with kiri to have his daily moments to be open with his feelings. he’s the glue of the house, the voice of reason. and i love him for that.

Musical lover! Kats x Musical lover fem! reader, divorced a few months ago.

Just a drabble ; angst ; no happy ending ; Katsuki already has a girlfriend.

A winter day with snow all over the city hit once more, and she lays on her bed tucked in and shivering.

He goes to her house cuz today is extremely cold, bringing hot chocolate since he knows she won't even turn the heater on. Opening the door with the keys he still has "in case of emergency".

"Katsuki? Wtf are you doing here?" She asks as soon as the door to her room opens to reveal him with a cup in his hand. "Spare key, brought chocolate, this house is cold asf and you look cold." He answers, turning on the heater and sitting down on the edge of the bed, handing her the drink.

They chat and laugh and for some reason he finds himself tucked in bed w her cuz he's just so warm, they soon begin to sing musical songs like "Seventeen", " Not while I'm around", "I am Damaged", " Helpless", "You matter to me" in duet, each turning more romantic than the other... until Kat's new gf calls him.

He doesn't answer, the vibrations stopping after a few seconds,letting out a soft sigh and looking straight into her eyes, such an apologetic gaze as if he were trying to confess once more but with such a sad turn.

"When did we change?" He asks, suddenly the warmth from his body next to hers, not hugging, not cuddling, but just being there isn't enough. "I think... We caught up in routine." Her voice is so soft it's sharp, yet no reaction (at least visible) from either of them.

"I missed being like this with you" —silence fills the room for some seconds— "yeah, me too... You still look ugly asf from this view" laughter fills the room, the warmth from the voices mixing making everything better for a moment. "Who's talking? You look like shit! Shivering like a wet dog.", " Well, at least I don't LOOK like one". The teasing does nothing but warm up the situation, a familiar warmth filling the air.

His legs cross a little over hers, providing more physical warmth. She doesn't complain, how can she? This is what she was used to. "I missed this too... This apartment is so big for only one, sometimes when I sing I can hear the echo through the rooms." She says, earning laughter from the spiky man. "It's true! It's also a pain in the ass to clean", " oh, so I'm just a cleaner to you?" He teases once more, an offended tone that he can only use with her, playful to a level no one else knows.

"Of course not! You were also a good chef!" Snorting out a loud laugh she can't help but cover her mouth, earning grunting from the man and laughter back. "You're so mean, like you can't cook yourself! But yeah... You liked my food more than anyone, I'll give you points." Silence... It fills the room once more until the words that are about to come out of her mouth are stopped.

His phone rings again, the only sound for a moment before she sighs and smiles softly, "You have someone to go back to... Don't hurt her, okay? Sometimes you have a way of... Doing that without meaning to." His smile is different. Not sad, not happy, not angry, but regretful, it is written all over his face. The phone goes to voicemail once more, taking the man out of his trance. He gets up and nods, giving a faint smile with those remorseful eyes.

"I guess I do... It was nice being here again, I'll see you soon." He says, hesitant, not wanting to leave, this can't be over! Not again. Yet, he walks out the door... And he's gone once more.

She stays there, wondering when did everything went downhill, why is the man she feels so comfortable with now going to another girl's arms.

It hurts, but it hurts more because she knows that it wouldn't be the same even if they got back together, maybe routine isn't for everyone.

A/N: hi! I don't intend this to be a series or something more, I got the idea from mint matcha here in tumblr!! I reblogged it if you want to give it a look! Gave it my own turn cuz I daydreamed abt this scenario a little too much and hurt my own feelings in the process lol! Bye!

Natan here! ; want more of Bakugo? ; Check my masterlist!

(The middle pic is the body type I imagine Izuku has, but like..teen boy..yk??)

So I just was thinking about something.

We all know that Izuku eats a lot more when he starts training with All Might, right??

Well, I was trying to sleep the other night and I came up with a scenario;

Masterlist

(Tw; body dysmorphia, insecurity, comments abt weight.)

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Izuku and yourself had made quick friends after you moved schools. Entering Aldrea wasn’t the most pleasant experience, the people weren’t the nicest and the classes weren’t very..exciting. The whole building felt stale with its stagnant color scheme and taunting, long halls.

However, Izuku was a comfort of yours. He was your best friend, and the two of you lacked a lot of boundaries to begin with. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the two of you ended up getting together, holding hands in the hallways and giggling like love sick children.

However, soon, Izuku started training to get into UA, and you supported him with everything, while maintaining your own physical condition and strength.

Thankfully, the two of you still definitely had time together, I mean, you were attached at the hip, how could he not squeeze time into that busy schedule of his to see his best friend and partner??

As Izuku’s workout regimens grew harder and more intense, so did his body’s need for calories and nutrients. It was natural, he was, A. A growing boy going through early stages of puberty, and B. He was busting his ass with the training the number one pro was putting his body through.

He began to eat more, thanks to his sweet mother providing him with bigger portions, and you.

You carried around snacks like protein bars, granola, trail mix and other tasty treats for your sweet and shy boyfriend.

Izuku’s thin form began to fill out, and he wasn’t as bone-y as he used to be, his hips filling out a little more, and his stomach building a little bit of pudge on the front.

His uniform was growing a bit snug against his form, wrapped around him noticeably tighter.

And how were you reacting to Izuku’s softer, yet stronger form?

God it got to you.

The way you stupidly smiled when the two of you would hang out in his room, cuddling after a long day at school, your hand gently rubbing his stomach.

Izuku had always liked your gentle touches to his stomach, the gentle kneading of his abdomen always instantly relaxing him and putting him in a trance-like state. You’d always loved his body, it was the vessel that carried the sweetest boy you’d ever met, and now he was softer, warmer and easier to cuddle.

His sides slightly pushed out more, threatening the waistband of the pants or shorts he wore. Don’t get me wrong, Izuku wasn’t fat- no no no, he was still healthy and lean, he was just a little more filled out;

His cheeks were more round and boyish, his dimples now more obvious when his sweet smile spread on his lips, his back didn’t show his spine anymore, and he had a bit of padding right under his shoulder blades, and his thighs were a little more soft and full than they had been.

While you loved the new softness and cuddliness of his body, Izuku was less than pleased.

He noticed the changes of his appearance after Bakugou had made a comment about not only becoming your boyfriend, but getting in a relationship with the fridge.

God that hurt.

From that point on, Izuku was hyper aware of how his clothes folded around his softer body, he knew he was strong and healthy, but he just didn’t like how fat he felt.

The worst part?

He was terrified about your reaction.

You hadn’t mentioned the weight gain, or even batted an eye at it, and Izuku just hoped that was because you didn’t notice.

He went out of his way to make sure you didn’t see his body. Izuku wasn’t comfortable changing in front of you anymore, he would always (reluctantly) move your hand away, preventing you from giving him the heavenly stomach rubs you loved to give him.

You didn’t really pick up on these changes, until he started wearing baggier clothes, no longer dressing in the clothes he’d worn for the entire duration of your knowing him.

You only picked up on this detail because, for his birthday, you bought him a fitted All Might tee, and he looked..nervous.

It wasn’t like Izuku thought you’d openly comment and criticize his body, but after Katsuki and the other boys at school would tease him for his sudden (subtle) increase in size, he just didn’t want to face the thought of you acknowledging something he was growing more and more insecure about.

Today, you were laying in Izuku’s bed, while he rummaged around in his room. That’s kinda how things went sometimes, Izuku would just do things and you would linger in his space, it’s how you bonded.

You looked up at him from your phone, raising a brow as you watched him look at himself in his whole body mirror that he’d recently purchased.

“Izuku, what are you doing?” You asked, angling your head to the side as you watched him prod and inspect every aspect of his form.

The tension rose in his shoulders, and Izuku felt his heart snap in his chest. Oh god. He wanted so badly to ask you, to find out what you thought- the not knowing your opinion on his insecurity was killing him.

“Uhm..I’m just..looking” he mumbled, his voice hesitant and obviously thoughtful.

You raised a brow at his words. That wasn’t very helpful with answering your question.

“Well I can see that, you dork-“

“Y/n..am I..fat?”

Oh.

Oh no.

Your eyes widened and you looked at him with surprise “Izuku- what are you saying? Of course you’re not fat” you sat up, walking over to your boyfriend and gently cupping his cheeks.

Izuku guiltily looked away, his waterline swelling with tears. He let out a shaky breath and sighed, biting his lip “I-I’m sorry- I just..Kacchan and some of the other guys at school have made comments, and I can’t help but notice how much bigger I am..I have live handles now..”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces as everything slotted into place.

His weird behavior suddenly made sense.

He was feeling insecure.

“Look- I know I’m not as popular or attractive as the other guys at school, and I’m not eve super skinny like I was..I’m just terrified of how you’ll react..” he sniffled and wiped his eye with his wrist, trying to keep himself composed “I don’t want to embarrass you because of my appearance”

Your lips pulled down into a frown and you gently caressed his round cheeks

“Izuku..you’re not disappointing me or embarrassing me or anything like that. You’re my boyfriend. I love you. You’re so damn cute no matter what size you are; thin, thick, it doesn’t matter, you’re still my Izuku and nothing will change that- certainly not the judgment from someone like Bakugou”

You smiled softly as Izuku’s swollen tears began to drip down his freckled cheeks, his bottom lip quivering “you’re..not ashamed of me?” He asked, his voice shaky and unsteady “even with..how I look? And how your friends tease you for dating me? An-“

Izuku was cut off, feeling a soft press of lips against his chapped ones.

He blushed brightly as you pulled back from him, smiling softly “look Izuku; you’re my boyfriend, my partner, my world. I love you. I could never be ashamed of you” you gently ran your thumb over his freckled skin, a gentle touch that made him blush a little harder “I love you and your body, okay? Anyone who gives you shit about it can suck my dick”

Izuku smiled softly, his eyes stinging with tears before he tightly embraced you, feeling a little lighter thanks to your assured words and firm tone. “I love you, Y/n…what did I ever do to deserve you?”

You gently pressed your face to his neck, sighing softly and smiling a little “you didn’t have to do anything. You’re amazing as is, Izuku.”

Despite the lingering uncertainty about his body, Izuku felt so warm and content, a renewed sense of safety building in his chest and making him finally feel at ease for the first time in a while.

He knew, despite everything and anything, you would be by his side. Always.

EEEK I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m such a sucker for MS!Izu. I love him sm he makes me wanna punch a wall. I love him.

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Nataniel Kovack

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19 years old

10-02-06 ; 10:30 am

Aquarius

Baby witch

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