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Late Night Music (Bakugo x Reader) Fluff

Woah! Did you read that right? Am I back posting fanfics after 3 years? Sadly yes….but don’t expect a lot from me I just wrote this to make me feel better and I wanted to share so here you go.

Contains: Fluff, Bakugo bad with feelings, slight cursing, mutual pinning.

Heavy footsteps banged their way down the hallway of the UA dorms. They would think it was annoying and unnecessary to any outsider, but it was necessary.

For weeks this has been going on. The heavy footsteps, the yelling, and the oud earthquake slam of a particular blonde dorm room. Loud music poured from the speakers as the heavy footsteps paced back and forth.

The blonde was frustrated.

Of course, anyone that knew him also knows that Bakugo Katsuki did have a short temper. Even the Crinkling of a plastic water bottle can set him off. But this wasn’t some meaningless pet peace he was thinking about. No, it was something much worse. It was something he had no chance against.

‘It was you.’

Bakugo couldn't figure it out, and, as a result, it only made him even more furious. He knew it had to do with his emotions towards you, and emotions were something Bakugo Katsuki was not good at. How was he supposed to explain the heart races, the extra sweaty palms, the shakiness in his voice, and the god damn thoughts plagued with images of you? It disgusted him how his brain mapped out every detail of your face and figure. How those thoughts came in the full blast late at night and not in the appropriate way makes him feel like the biggest perve.

If he wasnt careful, then he would be just like his classmates. What were their names again? Pikachu and Grape Face? It didn't matter to him, but like hell, he was going to be a perve like them. But no one will find out, and he made sure of that. He was going as far as to give you the harsher treatment whenever you were around him, such as snapping at you. Making fun of you and calling you names like a child would do. In his eyes, it was a perfect plan, nothing would go wrong, and no one will find out. However, he didn't know that his classmates were more intelligent than he thought. They were catching onto his plan.

The game of cat and mouse had to end at some point, Bakugo knows that, and in conclusion, he tried to stall the game from ending so he didn't have to come up with the ending solution he was terrified of. To which he denies it. Bakugo didn't want to think of him as soft. Thinking about relationships and stupid pinning crushes was not in his book for being Number 1. He keeps telling himself every time he sees you.

He doesn't like you, and you’re nothing special to him; you're just some extra that he needed to pass to be the best.

‘But you arent some extra.’

You were so much more than that. You held your own against him and knew what to say to help the people around you. You are the definition of selfless, and if he looked in a dictionary, your face would be there with the work selfless in black font, as well as beautiful and angelic,c, but like hell, he’ll admit to that, he doesn't even remember a time you thought about yourself. It was your greatest strength, and it was also your biggest weakness.

There would be times you stressed yourself out too much over others, and it worried him. No one else saw it, but he knew how much toll it had on you. How you would hide that exhausted look with a smile. Or how you would sometime cry in private because you were holding a lot on your shoulders, and it felt suffocating. He would never judge you on your outburst; in his face, he was quieter happy he was the only one that knew about them, and you trusted him not to hit a low blow and make fun of you for that. Even he knew what you were feeling, and he gets it. You were indeed a hero, inside and out, making Bakugo fall even more for you.

Bakugo let out an exhausting groan as he flopped his body onto the bed, and he shifted his position to look at the ceiling. Pulling up his phone, he switched it over to his playlist and scrolled to a few songs to ease his nerves. Nothing like a little soft rock to help ease his mind. The downing question rang in his mind;

Should he ask you out?

Was it time to start putting a move on you? Did he sink that low for you to make him come up with this solution? He cants just say right out to you that it wouldn't make sense, and it was way too embarrassing for him to even think about what he was going to tell you. Maybe he’ll just slide it into a conversation while in training. Say something along the line of helping you out with your new moves and then taking you out.

No, that was stupid. If he's going to do it, he's just going to say it. He’s a Bakugo, for christ's sake, and a Bakugo never does stuff half-ass. It shouldn't be that hard. Just say, “Do you want to go out sometime?” plain and simple.

*Knock Knock*

Bakugo let out an irritated growl and pushed himself up. The nerve some people had, don't they see he’s busy with some important stuff? He swung his legs over his bed and walked to his door Bakugo’s face scrunched up as he made his way to the door, swinging the door open about to snap before he saw your kind eyes looking back at him, and it made him choke.

“Hey, Bakugo, I think you left this in the gym.” You pulled out his water jug. The faded All Might decals covered by your hands.

“...Thanks…idiot..” he mumbled and saw you perk up, and your smile grew. “Well, ill be going now; see ya in class,” you said, and he watched you start to leave.

Bakugo knew he couldn't let you go like this if a time to ask you in private with no one bothering him was right here and now. “H-Hey, wait, I need to ask you something.”

You stopped and glanced back and watched him waiting for him to continue, but he couldn't. He was stuck in place and at a loss. He had to ask you just a few simple words, and that's it. Opening his mouth, he clenched his fist, and he looked at you with a newfound determination, but it was quickly lost, and he backed up.

“N-Nevermind, go away. I got it,” he said, and you nodded. “Well, if you need anything, let me know~,” you said and walked off.

Bakugo shut his door, and he rested his forehead on the door. He wanted to scream. Or punch something. It was one of the two, maybe a little bit of both. When did he become so..so…pathetic!! He just missed his shot, and now he’s stuck at square one. Slamming his water jug on his desk, his phone slipped off and fell on the floor. Making Bakugo scoffed and reached down picking it up to turn on the screen. Cursing that if he saw a crack on his screen, he would rain hell, only to see the screen scratch-free and a photo of his friends, or random extras, as he would call it, on his phone, and he stopped before he sighed. Well, drastic times come for some… extreme measures.

Sliding his thumb on the screen, he pulled a familiar group chat that he refused to participate in, but they kept adding him back. Seeing the group chat still alive and littered with random Tik Toks and memes, Bakugo began to type;

“I need you, dumbasses, to help me ask Y/N out.”

Hold up y'all know that blockages and limiting beliefs are not a thing right???? That nothing is holding you back right???? That they're just made up and not actually real right????

RIGHT??????

Happy womb eviction day

[12:18]

You are a steadily flickering candle in Bakugou’s dim world. He’s not gloomy or upset or tortured– no no, he quite likes the dark.

His mom has always competed with the sun. Bakugou rose first in his childhood home because beating the sun meant a few hours of peace. He wakes up slowly and heavily like he’s shifting under soil. The blankets slip into the creased shapes of his body. In those first few minutes of dark the whole world is buried underground.

Now that he lives with his idiot classmates he sleeps early. Bakugou likes to pull the curtains closed as the sun sets and melt deeply into his too-soft pillow before his eyes can adjust to the dark. Making breakfast alone at dawn, training as loud as he wants to be in the gym across campus lit only by the fires of his quirk. Even at high noon he likes to shower with the lights off, for in these rare moments of dark Bakugou can finally think slowly without competition to worry about. If he lived a quieter life he might even get bored, but blessedly his friends barely spare him a sneeze in peace.

Walking through the halls is like trying to hide from fireworks. Running into Deku is as safe as watching a solar eclipse. He’s blinding and always has been; Bakugou startles every time the fucking kid flashbangs with a ‘good morning!’ or a ‘Kacchan!’ Sparkplug might as well be an electrical fire and Mina makes a blaring siren look like an insult to emergency vehicles. Kirishima is at least tolerable. He shines pink like a happy lighthouse but you still can’t look at him directly for too long.

You though. Bakugou didn’t even notice at first the way you could only be seen in periphery. In the blaring bustle of class and patrol you stayed soft and easy to see. As noisy as the rest but not blinding. Like crouching on the beach and watching a sparkler come to life in your hand. Like polished bells.

If you woke up early enough you might catch him in the kitchen and twinkle sleepily past him like a shooting star through the common room. ‘Mornin’ you’d grumble through a yawn and candlelight would peek out between your fingers when you covered your mouth.

Titling his head slightly to glance at you in class. A halo of gold outlined your body anytime he let himself linger on you like this. Sometimes he saw nothing but you illuminating the vast expanse of peaceful dark. Easier to look at but still warmer than the sun. Maybe the sun couldn’t compete. Oh jesus the sun would probably love you-

“Oi Dynamight,” you murmur.

Bakugou jumps. His cheek falls out of his hand and his elbow slips off the desk. You weren’t the radiant moon basking above rising tide– you were straddling the back of your chair lazily to chat with Uraraka behind you.

Tch, he spits and turns his head quickly towards the window instead.

Your cheek squishes lazily onto your friend’s desk, “you look red, feeling okay?”

“Don’t get us all sick before midterms dude,” Uraraka adds.

Bakugou doesn’t get sick, your sleepy moonglow smile just makes him ache. Not like a sunburn. It’s like being too comfortable in bed for too long. Like a good stretch.

happy birthday katsuki (*ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈ )

bakugou icks:

- holds his spoon like a 4 yr old. like, hand curled into a fist around it. hunCHES OVER HIS FOOD LIKE AN ANIMAL TO SHOVEL IT INTO HIS MOUTH FASTER

- has never worn a belt willingly in his life,, will never wear one by choice. no matter how busted his pants look.

- when he gets the hiccups bakugou gets genuinely angry at himself. literally hitting his legs in frustration, face scrunching up n flaring red like he’s dying over sum goddamn hiccUPS

- i’m sorry but,,,, holDS HIS PHONE LIKE A BOOMER. literally 25 inches away from his face, minimum. always squinting at acronyms being used in the gc,, has to look them up on fucking urbAN DICTIONARY

- this man is constantly clenched up. i mean like, flat ass, square ass, pants dont fit right ass bc he’s clenching up both cheeks sm

- bakugou literally has a meltdown every single time theres a stray hair on him. like he just thinks it’s gross so he’s there trying to pick it off but it keeps sticking to his fingers and he’s shaking his wrist, practically breaking it while his face goes red like he’s gonna cry

- eats like a mf animal so bakugou gets food stuck in his teeth all the time. what makes it even worse is that he never waits to use a dental pick to remove the food, he’ll just stick his entire hand in his mouth and dig around while still at the table with u

- feels extremely pressured if u watch him tie his shoes,, so he fumbles over it like twice, at minimum, and then screams bloody murder at you to stop looking

- mf has entire arguments with people in his head and if bakugou isn’t careful, he will scream his retorts out loud

- puts the neck of his shirt in his mouth and chews. this happens every single time he sits down to watch tv. when he gets up he’s always got this giant dark spot on his shirt bc of his spit

- refuses to clip his toenails and tears them instead. tells u it’s “quicker” but its literally not and he looks like a child all curled up and picking at his feet

- one time y’all visited his home together and u watched mitsuki scream at him. bakugou hardly said anything during the argument (bc she’d literally sleep him if he did) but when he stormed back into ur room, he did shut the door behind him. Closed it gently instead slamming it like he clearly wanted to, and turned around to silently flip off his door like a child throwing a fit☹️

- you’ve seen this man ram his shoulder into just about every doorway on the planet. it might be that he’s not paying attention, or maybe he just has rlly poor spatial awareness, but either way bakugou is runnin into everything

- bakugou def has a favorite romance manga,,, which would be cute, except its actually not bc its a reverse harem one. and when he was younger, lil bakugou wrote all these notes in the margins just tearing all the male love interests apart. v much used that manga as a “what not to do” guide and physically wrote out comments about how he’s better than those guys and what he’d do instead😭😭

- cannot sing for the mf life of him,, but he refuses to admit defeat if y’all go out for karaoke w/ ur friends. just, gets up on stage, and completely embarrasses himself the second the mic is put in his hands. runs back to the table tho and genuinely thinks he did good

- i,, no i am so sorry for this one but its, like, its true,,, BAKUGOU COMES CRIMINALLY CLOSE TO EATING HIS SCABS. SOMETIMES HE ACTUALLY DOES (fight me on it idc, look me in the face and tell me im wrong. u cant bc im not wrong. just think about it for literally half a second)

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pls y’all im begging u, drop me some bakugou icks of ur own ,,,, im literally fueledTM by how weird he is

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Morning kisses and raspy voices with Bakugou Katsuki ( x reader fluff)

> posting some soft bakugou for the dash <3 my coffee was so sweet this morning and I was in desperate need of comfort after watching banana fish :(

No warnings! Gender-neutral Reader! tons of fluff :)

Stretching its warm rays, the sunlight tickles your skin, brushing you awake gently. It’s a rare moment of peace, one usually stripped away by a loud ringing alarm clock. Tranquility and warmth wash over your sleepy form, you nuzzle closer to the big chest next to you. A tender and heavy hand finds its way to the back of your head, gliding down to caress your upper back. The steady rise and fall of his broad chest, skin soft against your cheek, keeping you blissfully half asleep. Until the blonde under you yawns loudly, body shaking slightly as he stretches one big arm over his head. You giggle softly as he groans deeply, tiredly and clearly having needed that stretch. He sighs again, and you can feel his tense muscles relax again under you. His toned torso feeling softer than before, you smile against his chest as he pulls you closer to him again. Your fingers trail their way up his stomach, earning you a slight chuckle as you move them upwards, one hand tracing patterns on his chest now. Peacefully and sleepily, you flutter open your eyes, slowly shifting your head upwards to look at your tired lover.

Sunday morning was always your favorite, that one day of the week no one would wake him but you. No alarm clock, no distress call. You knew how much he needed his sleep, and now, finally fully rested, he was smiling happily back down at you. Drowsy, and slurring his words, his morning voice rings in your ears- “G’d mornin’ darlin’~” he grins softly, his features colored by honey sunlight. “Hmm~ morning 'Tsuki-” you nuzzle back into his chest, smiling to yourself as you blush. The warmth spreading across your cheeks catches his attention, he raises his voice again, knowing he was the cause of it. His voice more raspy than usual, and his tone tempting, “no need to be shy and hide away~”. Sending shivers down your spine, you blush as you look into his red eyes. The crimson hues amplified by the morning sun in his face. He presses a lazy kiss onto your lips, lingering for a bit longer before he gives you a head pat, signaling you to lay back down again.

With fresh kissed lips and a fluttering in your stomach, you rest your head on his chest again. No matter how much you wake up next to him, he always finds a way to take your breath away. It was impossible not to fall in love with him all over again, with every smile or glance your way he sends your heart racing. Even half-asleep, his touch is comforting and tender, and you can feel the raw affection in his gaze. His sun-kissed features comforting and inviting, you lean back up to kiss him again.

Giggling, the two of you roll around in your sheets lazily, pressing more and more kisses to each other's lips as the sun continues to rise high into the sky. Lost in your moment, you quickly forget about the rest of the world in the arms of your lover. Safe and at peace, the air filled with love and affection. The kind of unconditional and unwavering love you’ve been looking for in all the wrong places before you met him, the kind that makes your soul smile.

just…. hear me out (brainrot pt. 1)

Bakugou can usually control his more… mature…. emotions very well (he’s a nice boy :)). But here you are sitting on his lap, ankles locked at his back, giving him featherlight innocent kisses to his jaw and neck. And this man doesn’t know how to act. The actions your doing may seem insignificant and you wouldn’t expect it to get a rise out of him; However what you don’t realize is these aren’t just any ol kisses, their yours.

And while yes he normally has control over his body, right now he is a blushing mess just trying to make it by. Once you snuggle your head into the crook of his neck he finally takes a breath. Hearing the shaky sigh he emitted, you look up with concern. Bakugous eyes squeezed right, and once he finally opens them, he looks anywhere but you. Did you do something wrong? God no, that couldn’t be further from the truth. You were doing everything right he is just trying to behave smh. But of course you being the sweetheart you are, take it as him being uncomfortable.

“oh gosh i’m so sorry, suki… didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” you say in a small voice, searching his face for any signs of anger. Deciding that moving was best, you try to make your way to get up when his hands grab at your thighs to stop you. You give him your signature doe eyed head tilt in confusion, forcing him to explain himself.

“No, ya didn’t do anything wrong, baby. Honest. Just… give me a few minutes.” You notice the way his eyes wander down to where you sit hoping you would put two and two together.

He sees the lightbulb click in your head and now your the blushing mess.

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