THINKING ABOUT TIMESKIP! SHŌYŌ VERY HARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Competitive bakugo over a nonchalant y/n😏😏😏😏

competitive katsuki trying to win over nonchalant reader

everyone knew bakugo was competitive, always trying his best and fighting the hardest, no matter who he was against or what situation he was in. he always gave it his all. however, he thought he could do nearly everything on his own, he was incredibly independent, even hating it when people tried to help him with something, not wanting others to see him as weak.

but he did what he had done since middle school; put other people down to make himself feel better. unfortunately, you and midoriya were victims of it, but the two of you had very different reactions.

midoriya was always nervous to stand up for himself until a few months ago, when he became more confident in his abilities, which you applauded him for. bakugo, on the other hand, also made fun of you for god knows what. it was never for a specific reason, just picking on you because he didn’t know how to deal with his feelings for you.

but he was always frustrated with how you’d react. normally, after he would laugh and point a finger at you, you would just shrug and walk over to your friend, talking to them with an emotionless tone. he’d follow you, yell at you, just for you to do it all over again. he hated how you didn’t react in any sort of way.

so when the two of you sparred, and he won a match, he would yell and brag about it, calling you a sore loser and smirking in your face. you responded, looking at a nearby wall for a second, “good job, i guess.”

he frowned, “you guess? what the hell do you mean ‘i guess?’ you lost fair and square, y/n!”

you hummed and shrugged, causing him to march up to you with a scowl. he asked, “why do you always act so damn calm? cry or smile or feel emotions for once! you’re acting like icy hot!”

“i do feel emotions, bakugo, i just don’t show them that well. you should learn from me and be calmer, it especially helps in fights.” you almost smirked at the end, teasing him.

he grumbled, “teach me then.”

you raised your eyebrow and hesitantly asked, “really?” you didn’t believe him, assuming it was a trick.

“yes, dumbass. and call me katsuki or whatever, i don’t care.”

“seems like you do care if you’re correcting me.” you retorted, tilting your head and looking up at him.

the tips of his ears pinkened, and his face felt warmer than usual. he grumbled, “shut the hell up,” and used a small explosion near your feet, causing the ground to rumble underneath you.

of course, katsuki didn’t realize his reactions were very readable, and how dark his cheeks became once you teased him.

hope you liked this, it was fun to write!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𝚖𝚑𝚊 𝚡 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚞 🇲🇽

⤷ incl. eijirou, katsuki, denki, izuku, sero, and shoto

⤷ implied fem mexican-american / latina reader (anyone can read, this is just based in my own experiences as a chicana woman), 1 innuendo joke in izuku’s, cursing, etc

! eijirou kirishima

! katsuki bakugou

! denki kaminari

! izuku midoriya

! hanta sero

! shoto todoroki

more latina smau!! the jjk one was pretty popular and i’ve been wanting to do more latina reader, it just took me a while to gather the ideas LMAO hope you enjoy! - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

hi! could you do bakugo x reader and she gets pregnant while they're in UA? (college au)

Unplanned

Your hands tremble as you stare down at the tiny test in your grip. Two pink lines. It’s faint, but there. You check the instructions again, as if you haven’t already memorized them, as if the result is going to change.

“Oh, shit.” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open makes you jump. “Oi, what the hell’s takin’ you so long?” Bakugo’s gruff voice echoes in the small dorm bathroom.

You don’t respond immediately. You can’t. Your pulse is hammering in your ears, drowning out every rational thought. How are you supposed to tell him?

“Hey.” His voice is closer now. He must’ve stepped inside. “You sick or somethin’?”

You whip around, nearly knocking over the soap dispenser in your panic. “Katsuki!” You hide the test behind your back, swallowing thickly. “What are you doing in here?”

His eyes narrow. “What the hell do you mean? This is my dorm too, dumbass.”

Right. You’re in his dorm. You hadn’t even realized your feet took you here instead of your own.

His crimson eyes scan you, taking in your nervous stance, the way your shoulders are hunched, how your grip behind your back is so tight your knuckles have gone white. He scowls. “What are you hiding?”

Your heart lurches. “Nothing!”

“Bullshit.” He steps forward, faster than you can react, and before you know it, his hand is snatching the test from behind your back.

“Wait—”

But it’s too late. His gaze drops to the small stick in his grasp. A thick silence follows.

For once in his life, Katsuki Bakugo is speechless.

You watch his expression shift—confusion, realization, then something unreadable. His grip tightens around the test, and his breath comes out in a slow, controlled exhale. “The fuck is this?” His voice is eerily calm.

You swallow hard. “I… I just found out. I was going to tell you, I swear—”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He’s just standing there, staring at the test like it’s a grenade about to go off.

“Katsuki?” Your voice is small, and you hate it.

His gaze snaps to yours. “You’re pregnant?”

You nod.

Another silence.

Then, his shoulders sag. He rubs a rough hand down his face and exhales sharply. “Shit.”

“I know.”

His hands go to his hips, and he paces the tiny bathroom like a caged animal. “How the fuck did this happen? I mean, I know how it happened—” He stops and glares at you. “Were you not on the pill?”

Your jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just askin’!”

“I was!” You throw your hands up. “I don’t know, maybe it failed! Maybe you have super sperm! I don’t know, Katsuki, I didn’t exactly plan this either!”

He groans, dragging both hands through his hair before resting them on his hips again. His jaw is clenched so tight you think he might break his teeth.

“I can’t believe this,” he mutters.

Your stomach sinks. “You think I can?” Your voice wobbles. “Do you think I wanted this? We’re still in school, Katsuki.”

His head snaps up, and the way his gaze sharpens makes your breath hitch. “What? You think I’m just gonna ditch you?”

You blink. “I—”

“The hell do you take me for?” His voice is rough, but not angry. Not exactly. “I wouldn’t fucking do that.”

You suddenly feel small, vulnerable in a way you’re not used to. “I just… I don’t know what to do.”

He exhales slowly. When he steps forward, he’s cautious, deliberate. His hands land on your shoulders, firm but gentle. “Hey.” His voice is softer now. “We’ll figure it out.”

Your eyes sting. “Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah.” A deep breath. “We’re gonna be fine.”

You don’t know if that’s true. But for now, you let yourself believe him.

(kofi request) au where izuku has a moth quirk and loves katsuki's quirk 🐛

i cried katsuki i love you

“i can do the alphabet in sign language!” eri chirps to you one night, tugging at the bottom of your skirt as she gazes up at you with that sparkle in her eyes she gets when she's about to show you something important.

the city hums softly outside your window. cars in the distance, someone’s dog barking, the occasional clink of a bottle hitting pavement. you’re curled on the couch with your legs tucked beneath you, fingers grazing the hem of the throw blanket, and eri’s settled close, knees bumping yours, her face lit by the soft blue flicker of the tv screen.

your mouth parts into a soft gasp, eyes going round with surprise, delight catching in your throat. “that’s so cool!” you grin, reaching for her instinctively, brushing a hand through her snowy hair. “you should show suki, he’d really like it.”

she nods, mouth stretched into a proud little beam, her arms winding around your leg in a hug, like she wants to melt into your side and stay there forever. “okay! where is he?”

you glance up, eyes flicking toward the hallway without much thought.

“i dunno,” you hum. “i think he’s getting your bedsheets.”

“i’m gonna go find him!” she cheers, letting go of you and running off without another word, small feet padding down the hallway before you can call out a reminder. to be gentle and cautious.

you sink back into the couch with a quiet wince, already imagining the startle that’s coming. katsuki doesn’t wear his hearing aids at home. he says they make him feel alienated, like he’s underwater in his own home. says he prefers the quiet, even when it means he misses footsteps behind him.

down the hall, eri’s palm skims the wall as she turns the corner.

“suki?” she calls out, forgetting he can't hear her.

she finds him with his back to the room, broad shoulders blocking the light from the closet as he reaches for the folded sheets on the top shelf.

she slowly steps over to his spot, tapping his bulgy arm and looking up at him with pride. he jumps, and almost blasts whatever it is coming near him. he knows it's not you, you make sure to knock on the wall or anything just to make yourself known before getting close to him.

it’s not dramatic, not loud, just a sharp inhale as his muscles twitch beneath his skin, the sheets nearly slipping from his hands, turning his head to look down at her in surprise.

“you scared me,” he mutters, voice low, words shaped more from breath than sound.

eri just grins up at him, undeterred. she lifts her right hand, fingers curling and tucking until they make a neat little H. katsuki raises a brow, the closet door creaking as it swings shut behind him.

immediately after, she forms an I with a soft grin

then she follows it with an I, fingers small and steady, her eyes never leaving his. her smile is proud. soft. expectant.

the moment reached him slower than it should have, but she keeps going.

her fingers move carefully, like she’s practiced this a hundred times in her room, mouthing the letters silently as she went. she starts spelling out the alphabet, grinning with pride.

by the time she gets to K, katsuki's kneeling, bringing himself to her level as he sits on his heels so they’re eye to eye. his expression softens in a way only a handful of people ever get to see.

his hand rises— not to stop her, not to fix her hands, not to take over. just to mirror her. to do it with her.

his lips are twitching, not into a smile yet, but close enough. something fond, folded under layers of gruffness and disbelief.

“you learn all that just for me?” he asks, low and rough.

eri nods, both hands flying up now, fingers tangling as she shows him N, then O, like she doesn’t want to waste time answering him out loud.

katsuki exhales like he’s been holding it in since she tapped him, then reaches forward and cups the back of her head gently, thumb brushing through her hair.

“your hair needs to be brushed." he murmurs, like he's trying to escape from the feeling inside of him. he's not even sure what it is, it just feels nice. to have her, this little girl, learn a language for him.

he reaches for the fallen sheets with a smile, a real smile. the kind that pushes up into his eyes and softens all the hard lines around his mouth.

⋆˙⟡ Nightmares. Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader ⟡⋆˙

Warnings; spoilers, smoking mentions, swearing, death.

Masterlist.

Enjoy ✮˚.⋆

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“Sensei!”

“Deku!!”

“Help!!”

“Help us! Please!!”

“Deku! Deku sensei! Help!”

“Deku!!”

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Izuku bolted up right in bed, panting heavily, his stomach churning. His heart was pounding in his chest like a drum.

He was shaking, his hands trembling as he looked down at the scars wrapped around his fingers, palm, and wrist, a reminder of the hell he’d put his body through.

Izuku’s eyes then landed on the gold ring on his left ring finger. A band identical to yours. He looked over at your sleeping face, frowning as he reached over and ran his fingers through your hair.

How could he protect you if he couldn’t even protect himself?

His nightmare was reoccurring, occasionally he’d be thrust into a burning UA campus, looking around as villains raided the campus, just like back at the USJ.

Izuku would watch as his coworkers and students were mercilessly slaughtered, all callinf out for him to do something, to be a hero.

But he couldn’t.

He was powerless now.

He shook his head and sighed, peeling himself from the warm sheets next to you, to get up and walk over to his jacket that was hanging on his desk chair. He grabbed out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter before walking to the balcony of your shared apartment.

He walked out onto the balcony, trying to be as quietly as possible, leaving the door open for the breeze.

Izuku took a cigarette from the pack and grabbed his lighter, cupping his hand around the end, and lighting it.

He took a few little puffs from it, before taking a proper drag.

It was gross. He felt gross smoking. But he saw Aizawa do it, and the older man said it worked to relieve stress, Izuku tried it, and got hooked.

Izuku let out a slow breath, looking out over the city. What was he gonna do if his students were put in danger? He couldn’t stop a villain without a quirk..

Guilt and anxiety swirled in his chest, before he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind.

He leaned back against you, feeling you gently place your face in his hair.

You would have reprimanded him for smoking, worried about your sweet husband..but in that moment, Izuku didn’t need a lecture, he needed someone there for him.

Neither of you said anything, not like anything even needed to be said anyway.

You simply held him and allowed the scent of his cigarette to slowly drift around the two of you as the city below sparkled with life.

Izuku didn’t know if the nightmares were going to get better, but when he felt you gently kiss his cheek, he knew that you’d be there to support him, like you were now.

Mentions; @candiiee @cvnt4him @anzs-stuff

“The Janitor’s Closet Incident”

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo

Genre: Comedy, Chaos, Parental Meltdown, The Fear of God™

---

It started with a phone call.

You picked up. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is U.A. Junior High. We need to speak with Haruki’s parent or guardian. It’s… regarding an incident.”

You immediately sat up straighter. “Is he hurt?”

There was a pause.

“…No. But you might want to sit down anyway.”

---

Bakugo showed up to the school thirty minutes later, stomping through the front office like he was about to arrest someone. You trailed behind, apologizing for the murder energy radiating off your husband.

The principal met you both at the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo. Thank you for coming.”

“Where is he?” Bakugo growled.

The principal adjusted his tie, sweating slightly. “Uh, Haruki is in the guidance office. We… caught him in a compromising position.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed.

“Compromising how?”

The principal coughed. “He was found in the janitor’s closet… with a girl.”

Bakugo blinked. Slowly. Like his body had to buffer the information before rage kicked in.

“…I’m sorry. The WHERE?”

“We believe they were… kissing.”

Kissing.

You swore you could hear Bakugo’s soul leave his body.

---

Haruki sat in the guidance office with a cold compress on the back of his neck. Not because he was injured—because the sheer panic had made him sweat so hard the nurse got concerned.

You walked in first. “Sweetheart…”

He looked up like a deer caught in a nuclear explosion.

“M-Mom—I swear—we weren’t doing anything bad!”

“Closet, Haruki?” Bakugo thundered behind you. “The janitor’s closet?! What are you, a soap opera character?!”

Haruki practically jumped out of the chair. “We were just kissing! I didn’t even—I mean—it was only for like ten seconds and—”

“TEN SECONDS?!”

You gently pushed Bakugo back before he combusted. “Let’s take a breath.”

“No!” he snapped. “First he nearly gives me a heart attack with his ‘alone time,’ then I have to give him the world’s most traumatic sex talk, and now he’s reenacting Riverdamndale in the broom closet?! What’s next? A hotel room?! A BABY?!”

Haruki was turning colors.

“I’m not gonna be a dad! I’m a kid! I don’t even know how to do laundry!”

“Damn right you don’t!” Bakugo pointed a finger like it was a loaded weapon. “And if I ever catch wind of you kissing anyone again without supervision, I’m sending you to a monastery.”

“A what?!”

“You’ll have a vow of silence and a celibacy contract by Monday!”

You snorted trying to hold back laughter. “Okay, okay. Enough. We’ll talk about this at home.”

Bakugo leaned down, eye-level with Haruki. “Do you know what I used to do to pervy boys in high school?”

“Traumatize them?”

“Worse. I gave ‘em tips.”

“Wait—what?”

Bakugo smirked. “And then I traumatized ‘em.”

Haruki groaned. “I need a new family.”

---

Later that night…

Bakugo was pacing the kitchen. “A closet, babe. Like, with brooms and mops. That’s not even romantic!”

You sipped your wine. “Be glad it wasn’t the chemistry lab.”

Bakugo paused.

“…We’re homeschooling him.”

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LMFAOJSISHEWKNA

I know Oikawa hates Kageyama and Ushiwaka for being geniuses or whatever but it's just really really funny to me to imagine that Oikawa just hates autistic people

🌊A little touch🌊

From the fic: From The Sidelines

I love this fic so much!!!!! And this won't be the only fanart I'm going to do.

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