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hold me close

premise: bakugou x gn! reader

description: at seventeen years old, bakugou realizes he’s fallen—hard.

genre and warnings: a bit of angst (katsuki’s negative thoughts) but mainly fluff, hurt/comfort ig you could say?

author’s note: so i wrote 99% of this like last week and somehow never finished writing the last sentence or editing it 💀 i had something pretty different in mind tho and it ended up going in a different direction but i’m happy with how it came out. so there’s definitely going to be a part two!! but yea. i’ve never been in love but i feel like the stage in someone’s relationship where they finally say the first “i love you” is really special and has a lot of meaning, it changes things (in a good way). so i thought i’d write about it!! ALSO i would like to tell you all that @quirkfailure‘s big beautiful brain and what she said about falling asleep next to katsuki inspired the last part; it’s my favorite part so tysm jaegh >:] without further ado pls read and enjoy!!

“open your front door, idiot.”

“wha—”

“just do it.”

you checked the time: 4:15 am. nice.

still groggy from sleep, you slowly clambered out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, wondering why the hell your boyfriend called to ask you to open the door in the wee hours of the morning. in hindsight, it should have been more alarming, but you weren’t really thinking that clearly after just being woken up.

turning the lock as softly as you could, you cracked open the door and peered through. there stood katsuki, impatiently tapping his foot as if he didn’t just show up in front of your door at 4:15 in the freaking morning. now that he was standing right there in front of you, the reality of the situation dawned on you. on top of that, your parents would definitely freak out if they knew your boyfriend was outside of your house. or that you even had a boyfriend, for that matter.

“what the fuck?” you whisper-shouted. he only scowled.

“ya gonna let me in or what?” he didn’t really need to ask, though, since he was already pushing past you and entering the house. as you locked the door you were about to retort back with something when you suddenly heard the door to your parents’ bedroom creak open. you both froze.

“hey—oof!” grabbing him by the shoulders, you practically threw katsuki into the living room where he wouldn’t be seen from the stairs. and just in time, too, since you saw your mom’s figure emerge from her bedroom. by quickly giving the excuse that you just wanted some water, you succeeded in avoiding any suspicion from your parents. as soon as she disappeared back into the room, you turned to katsuki to interrogate him once more. now that he was inside, despite the dark, you could make out that his hair was more disheveled than usual, and he was wearing one of his skull shirts with some flannel pajamas pants. you’d never actually seen him in his pajamas, but that wasn’t the most jarring feature of his appearance. what you were surprised by was his red, blotchy face that couldn’t have been from the cold outside since it was a pretty warm night. you got closer to observe his bloodshot and puffy eyes, which only confirmed that thought. he’d been crying.

“katsuki,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to his face, “are you okay?”

for a moment he didn’t say anything, only staring hard back into your eyes. he squinted a little, and his eyebrows seemed to furrow a bit, possibly in frustration. he scoffed and looked away, grumbling out a quiet, “‘course i am, why wouldn’t i be?” but the way his voice came out a little shaky, and cracked slightly towards the end told you so otherwise.

“bullshit,” you whispered back almost immediately. but you didn’t pry, and instead took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. as you busied yourself with filling a glass of water, katsuki looked around in curiosity. he’d never been to your house before. “drink,” you said softly as you handed the water and took his hand, leading him quietly up the steps back to your room. once you got inside, you closed and locked the door as you moved to open the windows. the night was warm and sweet, so it’d be a waste to not indulge in it at least a little.

katsuki, on the other hand, stood in the corner, observing your childhood room. the pictures that lined the walls and the shelves of you at various ages with different relatives fascinated him; you had a whole life before you met him. baby pictures and stuffed animals from your younger years, band posters and polaroids of friends from your teenage years. family vacations, school pictures, kindergarten graduation. childhood crafts, awards and trophies, trinkets from friends. your whole life was encapsulated in that room, so it felt like he was somehow intruding. he shouldn’t be here, he thought. you had a whole life outside of him, outside of his mean words and cruel personality, so why did you make time for him? why him? he was a fucking jerk, right? he could feel his stomach churn; coming here was a mistake. the weight of the words that he brought with him dawned on him: he loved you. so, so much. there was no way that you could love him back, though—right? and there was no way he could give you what you deserved, give you a life you’d be happy living. not someone like him. so he succumbed to the voice in his head, and let it convince him, even if his heart pounded against his rib cage in a beat only for you, that he, katsuki bakugou, would never fit into your perfect life in the way he so desperately wanted to.

“hey,” you called, pulling him out of his thoughts as he saw you patting the space on the bed next to you. he couldn’t leave now, so he downed the glass of water in hopes that it would soothe the churning of his stomach (it didn’t) before hesitantly taking a seat on the edge of your bed. you reached a hand out to graze his, waiting for him to take it. his fingers twitched out of reflex, but he ultimately never did, only pulling his hand away and into his lap. he could feel your eyes burning into the side of his face, but he wouldn’t dare to look up at you. it hurt too much to even be in your presence at this point, yet at the same time he couldn’t find it in him to leave your side.

“why are you here?” your voice cut through the silence. katsuki knew you were only asking out of worry why he wasn’t at home and in bed at four in the morning but the question still hit a nerve. why was he here? why was he here with you? was it because he couldn’t sleep that whole night, thoughts of you and only you filling his head? was it because as the night went on, and he stared at the album full of your pictures on his phone that he realized the feeling that gripped him wasn’t just liking you anymore but overwhelming love? or was it because at that revelation his body began to shake and tears flooded his vision at how fucking scary it was to have fallen so, so hard? he didn’t know. but he did know that on that warm summer night the only warmth he’d ever want was yours, the only feeling he’d ever crave was you. so it was only natural that he ended up on your doorstep, saying every prayer he knew in hopes that you’d pick up your damn phone and let him in. let him into your house, into your life, into your heart, and hold him close.

realizing you were still waiting for an answer, he closed his eyes and took a shaky inhale to muster up as much strength as he could before he exhaled and opened his eyes, turning his head to look right at you. god, you were breathtaking, he thought. and take his breath away, you did. even though your face was still puffy from sleep, and your wrinkled pajamas clung to your body in the most unflattering ways, he couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. the way your eyes were filled with worry for him made his heart clench in both guilt and secret happiness that he was in your mind and in your thoughts. as he looked at you, the three simple words he’d wanted to say since he got there were so close to escaping his lips he thought he’d explode if he didn’t say them. he was scared, so scared, and you made him feel so weak that it hurt, but you were all he could see in that moment. and the sight of you made that voice in his head fall to its knees. so even though it screamed that this was a mistake, and that you deserved so much better, he let his tunnel vision take over and took that leap of faith his heart had wanted him to, hoping that you’d catch him and find a place for him in your heart despite it all.

“i love you,” katsuki said softly. “i want to be yours, if you’ll have me, and—i want you to be mine.” and there it was, all laid on in front of you. in a way it felt like he had ripped his heart right out of its chest and entrusted you with it, but it surprised him that in the actual moment it wasn’t painful at all. it felt natural, as if this moment was always meant to happen. he just hoped you felt the same.

the way your eyes widened in shock made his heart drop, though. he knew the severity of his words, and that returning them meant taking this relationship further, so of course you didn’t feel the same way, why would you? this was all a mistake, one big fucking mista—

“i love you too.”

now it was his turn to be surprised. “you do?”

you smiled, and he could’ve sworn you were like the sun. an overwhelming warmth came over him as you continued, “of course i love you, katsuki, did you think i didn’t? and i’ve always been yours, y’know, so of course you’re mine, too.” the way you said it made it seem so obvious, as if it was that simple. and maybe it was, because the way you looked at him made him feel like loving him was the easiest thing you could do.

he felt your arms wrap around him, pulling him towards you to hold him close. his arms did the same as you told him, “don’t doubt my love for you for a second.” and for a while you both sat there, only feeling the warmth of the other even as the sweet spring breeze flowed into your room. you continued to hold him in silence even as you felt hot tears stain your shoulder at your words, and his body began to shake once more. you held him even as the sun began to peek out from behind the horizon, signaling the start of something new. only when a yawn escaped your lips did you pull away to snuggle under the covers of your bed. katsuki sat there for a moment, but when you opened the blanket, looking at him expectantly, he clambered his way inside as well (you didn’t miss the flush on his face as he did). you both laid on your sides and stared at eachother, faces just a few inches away from each other and hands interlocked, until he leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead. “sleep,” he whispered, so you let yourself close your eyes. as you drifted off, you could feel his hand come up to your face, stroking your cheek as his lips softly peppered kisses to your sleepy face. he couldn’t help himself as he placed on on your temple, another two on each eyelid, and one even on your nose. you fell asleep calm, content, and so in love.

but katsuki, despite the slow rising of the sun, could only feel the hammering of his heart as he laid beside you. too much had just happened for him to sleep, but for once he didn’t mind since he got to watch you (he vaguely noted how creepy this technically was but he didn’t really care). you looked so calm and peaceful and oh so cozy, snuggled up in the plush blankets; it made his heart hurt. all he could think about in that moment was how he wanted to keep you all for himself, and protect you from anything else in the world, because he loved you.

as he continued to caress your face, he took another survey of your room. something suddenly caught his eye, something he hadn’t seen before. on your nightstand was a vase of dried flowers; he didn’t know how he didn’t notice it earlier, but now that he did he couldn’t unsee it. it was the same bouquet he gave you on your very first date from a few months ago—three months and three days ago to be exact. it sat right next to your bed, the same bed you woke up in every morning and went to sleep every night in. you kept them, and he realized that the closer he looked, in all of those pictures, all of those knick knacks and trinkets you kept around, he could be found somewhere in them all. you had interspersed him into the collage of your life: among your childhood stuffed animals were the plushies he won for you at the arcade; the array of pictures of your friends included him and his friends, too; sitting on top of the stack of fresh laundry in the corner was his sweatshirt you had taken from him the day prior. even in that moment, he was laying beside your seventeen-year-old self in the same bed your seven-year-old self slept in (no wonder he barely fit). it made that warm feeling come back again as he realized that you had already fit him into your perfect life without him even needing to ask. with that thought in mind, and the sun starting peek out from behind your neighbor’s house, he finally let himself close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber in your arms.

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Break the Cycle: From Darkness to Light

Hatred breeds hatred. But hope can change everything.

The Power of Stories

Throughout history, stories have shaped our world. Hagiographies, tales of saints and their virtues, have inspired countless individuals to pursue lives of goodness. These stories show us that cycles of hatred, anger, and violence can be broken. They remind us that compassion and cooperation are not just ideals but achievable realities.

Evidence of Change

Research shows that positive actions lead to positive outcomes. Studies in psychology reveal that kindness and empathy can reduce stress and improve mental health. Communities that embrace cooperation over conflict see lower crime rates and higher levels of happiness. The evidence is clear: cycles of hope and joy are not just possible; they are powerful.

Addressing the Critics

Some argue that cynicism is realistic. They say that the world is too harsh for hope to thrive. But history tells a different story. Movements for civil rights, environmental protection, and social justice have all started with a spark of hope. They began with individuals who believed in the power of change. Cynicism may be loud, but hope is stronger.

Take Action Today

You can be part of this change. Start small. Smile at a stranger. Volunteer in your community. Listen to someone with a different perspective. These actions may seem minor, but they create ripples of positivity. Encourage others to join you. Together, we can build a cycle of compassion and cooperation.

Conclusion: A Brighter Future

Breaking toxic cycles is not just a dream; it is a necessity. By choosing hope, joy, and compassion, we can transform our world. Let the stories of the past guide us, and let our actions today pave the way for a brighter tomorrow. The power to change is in our hands. Let’s use it wisely.

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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- 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 | touya todoroki x reader

a/n: my submission for @sakusins & @scandescent’s after you’ve read angst collab! be sure to check out the other works submitted and follow along with the masterlist as it updates, a lot of super talented writers put a ton of love into their pieces (´∀｀)♡

cw: a classic sickfic, hurt/comfort, mentions of nausea and vomiting, soft touya supremacy | wc: 2.1k

“The fuck happened here?” 

Climbing through your fire escape, Touya cautiously observes the scene before him. 

Your shaky and damp body spreads out across the tiny sofa of your living room. You lay turned on your side, arms and legs pathetically flailing off of the furniture and into the air as you whine in discomfort. He notices an empty bowl on the ground next to you, along with a half-drank glass of now room-temperature water and a blanket that’s been carelessly discarded to the side. 

“Sorry,” you manage to moan out, “Think m’sick.”

Touya comically stands before you, taking in your pale and sticky frame as it hangs off of the couch, “Yeah, I gathered that.”

He waits for a snark response, for you to tell him to fuck off or try to throw him back out onto the street, but he’s met with silence as you fester on the couch. He notices your body slightly shaking, though your skin appears to be clammy to the touch. 

“How long have you been—” his voice trails off, using a hand to briefly gesture to your limp and weakened state, “—Like this?”

He barely registers your voice when it comes out in a quiet rasp, “Dunno, can’t remember.”

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"I wanted to be loved so desperately that my fingers shook with it. I am not beautiful, but I could be." — Emily Palermo.

bakugou thinks, in all honesty, about you.

it's late at night and he still can't sleep. he's used to having schedules for everything, especially something as important as sleep, but he can't for the life of him fall asleep tonight.

he won't admit it, the pro-hero not changing this stubborn habit from his younger days, but work today was a little too gruesome, it hit a little too close to home. especially a certain young couple he was a touch too far to save. instead, he lays awake in your shared bed, his arms strongly caging you and longing for your warmth.

you're settled in his arms, protected and tightly snuggled against his chest. you're here, and he’s here, and anyone who ever dares to do anything to you has to go through him first.

he releases a long sigh, knowing it's not as easy as he thinks. as he runs a hand down his face, you sleepily pull him closer to your body. "'tsuki?"

"huh? go back to sleep," he grumbles, voice heavy with tiredness and fear, something he'll never admit. you look up at him, pretty mouth pouting and worry laced in your tone. "everything okay?"

he takes a look at you, and feels helpless. he hates that. he hates to admit even to himself that he'll do anything for you. vulnerability is something he never would've allowed himself to feel had you been anyone else. the thought of anything happening to you while he's not there makes his veins boil with anger, his chest screaming at him to keep you safe right next to him, to make sure you stay in his arms. he scowls at the thought, making you frown. "baby?"

"i'm alright, dumbass." he whispers this time, squeezing you as close to himself as he possibly can, his body aligning to yours perfectly. he kisses the crown of your head, lingering for a second and feeling your pliant form relax against him. "it's late, jus' go back to sleep."

he tried, at first, to get you away from his life and all the danger that surrounds him. but it's like the longer he strayed away from you, the more you pulled him into your world. not to change him, but to better him, push him to his limits and then some, until he comes out the best version of himself he could ever be. to love him, he realizes with an exasperated sigh.

"okay," you tell him, yawning against his chest. "but stay here 'til i wake up, please."

katsuki rolls his eyes. as if he could say no to you. "fine."

but he bites his lips once you're back asleep, because he understands– because he doesn't want you to leave him, either. "i'll stay right here with ya," he states, strong hands gently playing with your own.

katsuki realizes, time and time again, that he made the right choice.

it was unfair, at times. how hard he had to work for things that came effortlessly to other people, extras that didn't really deserve what they had.

it's a thought he has coming home from work one day, spent and ready to crash on the couch without caring about taking a shower first.

he loved his job, he loved being the best he could be and how validating the title felt– not the recognition, nor the fans or all the love from people all over Japan– but meeting the expectations of his younger self, of a four year old kid who wanted nothing more than to be the best hero he could possibly be. win to save, as his mentor has put into words perfectly. but it still felt unfair, at times.

still, katsuki thinks he may forgive the world, only because it has you.

your comforting words at his losses, even when he's not actively asking for them.

("i don't need this comforting crap," he grumbles, not screaming at you– never screaming at you, but still being stern. "no, you don't," you answer him, shaking your head with a gentle smile, "but isn't it nice to hear?")

your warm embrace that greets him as soon as he steps foot into your home, your compliments on his food and his career and his personal achievements, like the first time he voluntarily went to therapy. the passion you have for what you do, your drive and fire matching his in your hobbies, the things you love. and you love him, that's sole reason why katsuki thinks fuck it, he can be beautiful, too.

he doesn't have to work hard for your love– he doesn't have to change his short temper, he's still harsh as rough around the corners as the day you met him. still, you love him so easily, handle him with as much care as you thought he deserved.

the corner of his eyes crinkle with fondness as bakugou slowly sits up, just in time to hear you coming through the front door. "i'm home, 'tsuki!"

the world is unfair, but it also has you in it, so katsuki's ready to give it a try. "yeah," he leans down to gently kiss you, wrapping his heavy arms around you. "welcome home."

scenario for when Katsuki...

mha m.list | gn!reader | [fluff]

first time he looked at you he didn't care, you're just some other extra getting in the way of his pathway to success on being a hero. second time he really looked at you he made up in his mind yup he's whipped for you third glance he's gonna make a move and do something about whatever the hell is what his heart is feeling everytime you're around him. now he just stares at you lovingly absolutely with a proud smile and doe eyes just admiring an absolute masterpiece that is you. thinking bout how katsuki rests his chin on his palm and watches you never leaving his eyes off of you. longing loving stares from his eyes as you go about your day not to mention times when you're so into whatever it is you're doing he loves it when you just call him out about him staring and he just continues staring at you with a smug grin plastered on his face

OKAY SO, I posted smth about ur deku having a crush on his wife fic because it was amazing and I couldn't find it,,,

NOW THAT I HAVE RE-READ IT. Can I request something similar for Bakugo?

"Bakugo having a crush on his wife" fic UR SO GOOD AT MAKING FICS

Ur fluff fics are suppPERRRRR CUTE!

(you don't have to do this btw!)

other bnha men loving their wives - deku / shoto

awww i'm so glad you liked it <33 i looooove writing these so much they're so fun

Request for: Katsuki Bakugou Warnings: not super proofread :/, modern lingo that will one day be dated Word Count: 1K ~~~

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“Oh, hey,” you lean across the kitchen island, holding your phone out to Katsuki, “that interview’s already up.”

“Huh?” he turns away from the stove, brow raising, “You gonna watch it?”

“I dunno, maybe when you’re on a mission or something,” you shrug.

Katsuki leans forward and kisses your forehead, “Have fun, sap.”

“You’re the sap!”

“Fuck no.”

“I think the video would show otherwise.”

.

.

.

“Introduce yourselves,” comes from behind the camera.

Katsuki, ever the hater of interviews, huffs before following the instruction, “Great Explosion Murder God - Dynamight.”

“Bimbo.”

“No, be fuckin’ real,” Katsuki’s chuckling, oh so lightly, as he says it, “We’re doin’ this shit together.”

“Okay,” you look the camera dead in the lens as you say your hero name, “And that’s the truth.”

“It is,” Katsuki nods in your defense.

“Okay, first question - the best gift you’ve ever gotten?”

“Mina once got me a book of the worst poems ever, and on page nineteen it says ‘You ripped out my heart, so I ripped off your clit.’ And I think that’s beautiful,” you turn to your husband, placing a hand over his, “What about you, babe?”

“You,” he takes his other hand and places it over yours, “got me a shirt that says ‘Feminism’ over my boobs,” Katsuki turns his head to the camera, “and underneath, it says ‘it gives you great tits.’”

“Aw, I’m glad you like it.”

“How could I fuckin’ not?”

“Good answer,” you retract your hand but he takes it back, securing your hand within his own.

“Next - “ the voice behind the camera continues, “worst opinion you’ve ever heard?”

“Someone once said that Todoroki’s hotter than you,” you mumble, “Bad opinion.”

Katsuki nods, “I’ve heard kids call you ‘mid’, absolutely dogshit take,” he points at the camera, “I’ll kill anyone who thinks that my wife isn’t amazing and incredible because you’re all just fucking wrong.”

“Craziest dream you’ve ever had?”

“Last night,” you snap and point at the camera, “I dreamt that Katsu and I went to the zoo but all the animals were actually human babies.”

“What was I wearing?” he suddenly asks, prompting a quizzical stare from you, “You fuckin’ heard me. What was I wearing?”

“I- I dunno,” you shake your head, laughing at his serious expression, “Nothing.”

“I was butt-ass naked?” his eyes widen, “Pervert.”

“No, like, nothing of interest,” you shrug, “Dream you lacks drip.”

“Fuckin’ rude, dream me should know better,” Katsuki ‘tsk’s, then points at the camera, “Start dressing well for your wife, that’s my lesson. Even if you don’t have a wife, imagine you’re dressing for mine - and then cry because you’ll never get to know her like I do.”

“Katsu!” you lightly smack his shoulder with the hand not holding his, fully knowing he can barely feel it beneath his muscle, “That’s so rude!”

“You know who you married! I meant that shit!” he looks at the ceiling before glancing at you, “Craziest dream I had - I was chopping carrots but they all looked like Aizawa and were lecturing me on self-control.”

The woman asking you two questions from behind the camera laughs before asking the next question, “Cutest pet name between the two of you?”

“Oh! Oh! I’ve been waiting to talk about this,” you’re nearly jumping out of your seat with excitement and Katsuki can’t bring himself to smother down the small smile that sprouts at his lips, “One time, early in the morning, Katsu was all tired and said ‘Hi, Elmo,” and I assumed it was a joke or something but when I asked why he called me that, he just said, ‘I love Elmo.’”

“You call me bomb-boy,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand in his, “I like when you call me that. Makes me feel… fuckin’ cool.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’ll do it more.”

He nods, squeezing your hand once more, and the woman asks her next question, “Something you’ve defended the other person for, even though you know they were in the wrong?”

“She,” Katsuki’s immediate to point at you, eyes wide, “fucking hit Endeavor’s giant ass fucking car. And I sat there and defended her.”

“As you should have,” you giggle, leaning over to kiss your husband’s cheek, “And thank you.”

“Well,” he shakes, “what the fuck was Endeavor doing on your road?”

“Exactly!” you cheer, “Anyway, I once looked our old homeroom teacher in the eye and said that Katsuki wasn’t technically breaking dress code because even though his pants were sagging, they weren’t low enough to be called sagging by code-standards,” you sigh dreamily, batting your eyelashes at your husband, “And I’d do it all over again.”

“And, of course, what would you do if your significant other was a worm?”

You answer first, “I would keep him alive in the most special tank and then mourn him when he dies after four years.”

“I,” Katsuki immediately follows after, “would drive myself fucking mad as a scientist trying desperately to figure out a way to turn you human so I could marry you.”

“How romantic,” you tease.

“And, lastly, anything you two think the audience should know?”

“This guy once went out with a bunch of his friends and texted me saying he was drunk, and like ten minutes later - Red Riot sends me a picture of him passed out with his phone on and zoomed in on one of our wedding pictures,” you pat your husband’s arm, “He loves me.”

“Speaking of our wedding,” Katsuki begins, “shitty hair asked me the day before we got married if I thought I was doing the right thing,” Katsuki scratches the side of his nose, dodging your eyes, “Getting married so fuckin’ young, I mean. He asked if I was doin’ the right thing and I told him I’d love you till the day I died,” he shakes his head when you grin and kiss his cheek, “‘s so fuckin’ cheesy.”

“Yeah, but it’s adorable,” you coo.

“I’m still tough,” he points into the camera, eyes narrowing, “I’ll kill you.”

“No, he won’t,” you smile, leaning into Katsuki’s side.

As if on instinct, he brings an arm around you, kissing the side of your head, “No, I won’t. I love my wife - I do what she says.”

“That’s my big, strong husband,” you jokingly pat his muscled chest, not noticing the way Katsuki seems to beam with pride at your words.

“Hell yeah, I am.”

And he’s more than willing to exclaim it in front of the camera as long as it makes you happy.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

You're at the end of year hero award festival. Both you and your husband, Kirisbima, know he's going to win, after all, the man has moved 160 ranks in a year. The presenter, Denki this year, is on centre stage, telling jokes, introducing people and reading awards.

"And ofcourse, we have Red riot, here with his trophy!" He announces, the crowd laughing along.

That is until you're 7'3 boyfriend stands from his seat, walking dead centre up the stage to deck the shit our of dear denki. He glares at the smaller man before sitting down again, your hand gripped in his.

"Keep her outta your dumbass mouth!"

You watch as denki laughs, a little stunned, "What?"

"KEEP HER OUT OF YOUR DUMB. ASS. MOUTH." Kirishima once growls across the room, the whole space feeling icy as his dominant presence invades.

You swear to God you've never felt hotter.

im the hot ones anon and the depth u provided for bakugous insight is crazy good so i have a followup!! there’s a buzzfeed/jubilee style yt channel called odg that has kid centric content (you probably are familiar im sorry if im womansplaining!!!!) and i just. ph!bakugou talking to kids. its so easy to just write him off in that fanon characterised way yk short tempered hates kids hates everyone- but i think he really connects with kids? the videos im thinking of are the like “kids review ____’s career” and i think it would be interesting for bakugou to self reflect on his hero career in that way yk?

i do know odg ! i watch them with kpop idols and it’s always so sweet, especially the shinee one and some of the kids weren’t even born yet ANDDD i have in my rules i don’t do kids asks but this slides bc it’s not readers or bkg’s kid lmao and i think this is a fun idea to talk about so let’s gooooooooo (i could go SO IN DEPTH WITH THIS ILL TRY GET TO THE POINT LMAO)

kids review dynamight’s career !! (1.9k)

cw: none! cute stuff, kinda long (will wc it later)

okay i think in bkg’s general life he’s only around children on the job? like he’s got fans that are lil kids and sometimes they see him on the street. they’d always say hi to him and point saying “mr dynamight!” and i’m so convinced bakugou does not change his voice for kids, he doesn’t have a baby voice for them, just speaks in his normal gruff voice and the kids don’t mind lol because it’s like he’s in character like he is on tv. he’d always bend down a little for a high five and rub their heads with a tiny smile. aside from fanservicey work he doesn’t talk to kids much but he doesn’t mind them.

so for the interview it would be bakugou in the middle, a computer in front, a little eight year old and a five year old. comments awhing saying how cute he looks, how one kid is literally the size of his arm and he’s so much bigger than them. and lots of shots of all three of them looking to the producers for what’s next wide eyed like puppies LMAO. but anyways BEFORE THAT when bakugou would walk in with a little bow, the kids automatically are awhed by how big he is and the eight year old gasps recognising him.

bakugou gives a breathy chuckle at the reaction, in his long sleeved black henley top and simple jeans, setting himself down between them both. he shakes both of their hands and says “nice to meet you guys, my name is bakugou katsuki.” the five year old only being able to grab two of his fingers, a wide smile on his face missing a couple teeth and the other eight year old is still flabbergasted, head nodding rapidly at the introduction. then the two boys say their own names, the five year old with a little stutter to which bakugou nods to like he’s listening intently and the eight year old stutters too but out of pure nervousness.

“what d’you think i do?” bakugou asks on script, rubbing his hands together and looking between them both. and i feel like in their society with someone as massively built as bakugou you’re already assuming he does some type of hero work? like the man has muscles everywhere and looks like he could pick up tons of people at once.

the five year old speaks first, “are you a police man?” and he shakes his head with a deep chuckle, eyes squinting a little at the boy, “nah, i do just a little more than that.” then turns to the eight year old who’s eyes are gleaming at bakugou like he’s a god, “what about you kid?”

“y-you’re pro hero lord explosion murder dynamight, debuted officially at 18 years old and currently number two on the charts.”

“damn you know your stuff, don’t you?” and bakugou is consciously holding back his swearing, opting for damns instead of holy fucks and stuff instead of shit. he gives the older boy a teethy smile and playfully nudges his arm very lightly, watching the boy curl on himself in slight embarrassment from giving so much detail.

then he turns to talk to them both, “like little man here said, i’m a pro hero and yeah, i’ve been doing this for nearly seven years now. seven years since i got my proper licence.” and bakugou himself looks like he’s reminiscing even just mentioning how long he’s been doing this for and he shakes himself back to reality, “today we’re gonna go through my career, showin’ you some pics and videos of me doing my thing.”

the five year old speaks up, clocking onto what’s being said, “you’re a hero?” and his eyes widen like saucers, “s’you fight bad guys? beat dem all up?”

“yeah, i try my best to. sometimes i get help from my friends and we do it all together,” he says softly and it reminds him of when he was his age, watching heroes on the news and just being amazed.

when the first picture pops up onto the computer, bakugou’s about to ask his scripted question till he feels the five year old softly palming his thigh. “i can’t see!” he mumbles, trying to climb his thigh to get closer to the screen and the producers are on their feet to move the boy off him and tilt the screen so they can all see better but bakugou quickly just waves them off.

“d’you wanna sit on my lap? d’you think you can see then?” he peers down at the kid, asking for permission and when the kid nods with a little “yes please,” bakugou slides his hands under his arms and plops him on his lap. the child grins, the light from the screen glowing on his round cheeks. without meaning to, the eight year old on bakugou’s other side feels a little left out so he presses himself closer into his arm and for the rest of the interview they’re all stuck together talking amongst themselves.

“so do you boys know who these two losers are?” bakugou asks, an candid image of him, todoroki and midoriya in their hero uniforms. they’re all mid running and it’s a pretty sick shot he thinks. the boys both ignore the word losers, nodding their heads and both leaning in to get a better look.

“dat one’s deku!” says the youngest and the oldest chips in with “and that’s shoto, half hot half cold.”

bakugou clicks his tongue in disbelief, quirking an eyebrow, “so you know the green haired idiot but you didn’t know who i am?” he says to the youngest with a frown and the kid looks up at him with the shiniest widest eyes like he’s in trouble. slowly like a balloon deflating, katsuki’s frown becomes a smile and both kids begin bubbling with laughter.

the next image was what reporters would call a victory image. it was so very dramatic. a scene of dusty rubble and broken buildings, a dark sky and front and centre was bakugou with a man on his back, another on his shoulder and a woman in his arms. his uniform was torn across the centre revealing the thick bloody gash underneath and he only had one gauntlet left on. it’s an image bakugou’s seen a lot in his career and every time it evokes the same emotion. hard, painful disappointment.

but the seven year old beside him doesn’t react the same, he’s almost bouncing with excitement looking at it, pure adoration looping through his features with glowing cheeks. bakugou introduces the image and he finds it hard to hide his negativity. with a low stormy look in his eyes, “this was a mission from two years ago. it-it didn’t go as well as my team hoped and we lost a lot of people that day.”

bakugou assumed the studio would get quiet, staff would begin to mumble behind the cameras and the kids pull away from him in disgust. but they don’t, the seven year old can barely hold in his thoughts, “this fight was insane! you looked so cool! me and my friends watched it together and they thought you wouldn’t come out but i knew you would! and you did with so many people! it was so crazy!”

and both bakugou’s eyebrows raise at that, and he needs to remind himself he’s speaking to kids. not government officials forcing statistics down his throat. “that’s what it looks like kid, but more people died-passed away-than we expected-“

“but look how many people you saved! and there was more than just the people in the picture! i remember the clips afterwards!” he cuts in and his eyes are practically gleaming at bakugou, little hands holding onto his knees as his legs swing on the chair.

bakugou doesn’t know what to say back to him, because it’s true he did also save more people than he expected that day too. the littlest one on his lap chips in too, “you look so big and strong mr dynamight.” and he holds up both his arms like he’s a weightlifter, trying to tense his little biceps with a cute playful smile. and the smile is infectious because one creeps up onto bakugou’s face too.

“you two aren’t too bad, are you?”

and lastly it’s a red carpet image of bakugou in a tuxedo and his arm around you in an expensive glittery floor length dress. it’s a gorgeous image, bakugou staring down at you whilst you’re mid laughter with a palm on his chest.

all three of the boys eyes are fixated on the image, mostly on you. and it’s like bakugou regresses into a smug teenage boy at the picture, forgetting to include the details of where you both were. “that’s my girl. pretty ain’t she?”

and the two boys hum in unison, the youngest poking you on the screen with a tiny fat finger, “yes very pretty.” and the eight year old is mumbling a little, “yeah she is.”

bakugou grins, his hand reaching up to play with his chain you bought him around his neck, “her name is yn. she’s been with me through it all, since the beginning. i love her a lot.” bakugou twists a question to them, “who do you guys love in your life?”

“my mumma!” the little one on his lap shouts and bakugou nods along with him.

“i love my mum too. how ‘bout you?”

and the seven year old looks a little nervous, leaning even closer to katsuki like he’s about to tell a deep secret, “i love this girl in my class. i haven’t told her yet though.” he looks down at his hands at the end, embarrassed at his admission.

bakugou chuckles in his head but plays along with him, “you gotta tell her kid or someone else will tell her and she’ll like them back. don’t be a-“ and bakugou thinks of a more child appropriate term for pussy, “scaredy-cat.”

and the youngest one becomes a parrot, “tell her!”

bakugou holds up his pinky finger to the boy, “promise me you’ll tell her. good heroes always share how they feel.” and it’s like the boy was rejuvenated, energy sweeping into his limbs as he sits up straight to link pinky fingers.

“promise!”

outtakes include:

bakugou at the beginning explaining his quirk and how it works, mentioning how it also makes him smell sweet like caramel and the youngest asking with owlish eyes, “can i smell?” (not even can i see but smell?) and bakugou replies with a slight smile, “‘m not gonna let you stick your head in my armpit, sorry kid.”

and after seeing the image of bakugou with a huge long gash on his chest, both boys ask to see the scar now and bakugou’s looking off camera to see if he should and with a nod from producers, he lifts his top up and both boys go “ooooooo”. then they ask so so politely if they can touch it, “does it hurt mr dynamight?” and bakugou plays with them, letting out a groan when they poke it and deeply chuckles when they flinch away thinking they hurt him, “only jokin’ it doesn’t hurt anymore. my girl loves it, thinks it makes me look cool.” and the boys nod along like bakugou’s personal bobble head supporters, “it does!” “you do look cool mr dynamight!”