And They Were Roommates… Pt.1???

katsuki was a bit of a crybaby.

you knew he could get caught up in his emotions more often than not. they tended to smother him sometimes, suffocating him with feelings he didn't know how to properly deal with. you saw this every day, but it was especially prominent whenever he would come home after a particularly grueling shift, his carmine eyes puffy with the things he could never bring himself to say.

from what deku had told you one evening at a little get together you went to as katsuki's plus one—back when he was (as katsuki had put it) insufferably nosy about his childhood friend's love life—katsuki felt emotions very strongly. so strongly, in fact, that he tended to bottle them all up most of the time behind gritted teeth and strained muscle.

he had—has—a hard time expressing himself, deku had sighed that night, his green eyes distant with memories you'd never be able to see, he doesn't cry too often in front of others. the only times he did it with me around he was, ah, frustrated, to say the least. he let out a small chuckle that got swallowed up by the murmurs of conversation around you, then slumped his shoulders by only a smidge. i would like to say he's gotten better, and in some ways he has, but i don't think he handles feelings other than rage very well yet.

you didn't know much about what katsuki was like when he was younger—only bits and pieces from what his friends had told you. and every time you learned something new, you couldn't help but to compare it to the man you knew and loved in the present day.

he still cried when he was frustrated, yes.

it wasn't often—it was so rare, in fact, that you could count the moments on one hand. he would come home looking like he was a bomb about to go off—all tensed shoulders and rigid lines. and he would take one look at you, standing in your comfiest clothes and looking like the very epitome of relaxation. and he would cry.

you didn't think he really knew how to properly cry. or at least, he didn't know what to do with himself when he did. his pale eyebrows would scrunch upwards, his head bending forward so he could hide behind his bangs. he'd slap a hand over his eyes and he'd clench his teeth so tightly together you thought he'd shatter them. he'd hold himself so, so stiffly. and he'd cry.

he didn't like it when people saw him like that. didn't like being caught at such a vulnerable moment. but you were patient. you were understanding. and you'd wait directly in front of him until he'd bend his head forward enough so that he could sink his face into the crook of your neck. and you'd simply hold him there, letting him ride out the steep wave of emotions that battered against the shores of his mind, his heart.

he cried when he thought no one was looking.

there were times where you would accidentally, quietly, stumble upon him in the bedroom, the bathroom. sometimes he didn't notice you. sometimes he did. and every time, you felt a piece of yourself get slowly chipped away, watching as he struggled to keep quiet and pull himself together so he could be the big, strong hero you could depend on. the number two hero. the steady, sure, stable symbol of victory, who didn't cry when he was frustrated or when he didn't know how to react in the face of his overwhelming emotions.

you were always quick to squash away his insecure feelings. for he could always, always, go to you whenever he was feeling down, whenever he needed a shoulder to hold him up. you hoped that one day he would understand—hoped that one day he wouldn't hold himself up to so high a standard that he couldn't let himself just be human once in a while. you were slowly getting him to that point—slowly, yet surely.

but katsuki also cried when he was happy.

it wasn't the kind of happy he got whenever he took down a particularly strong villain, or when he reached one of those ridiculously high milestones he set for himself. no, it was a kind of happy he only felt around you. for you made him feel things he had never felt before.

he cried once when he kissed you—at a time where you both realized you were deeply, irrevocably committed to the relationship. he cried when you held him at night, holding him so close to yourself that you could meld him to your body. he cried when you told him you would always love him, through thick and thin, high and low. he cried when you said you were his, forever and always.

and he cried when you said yes, allowing him to slip a small, silver ring around your finger.

thinking about how james farrow chose a passage from pericles, a play where someone is thought to have dead at sea only to be reunited with the protagonist, as his letter to oliver makes me feral

#He’s the big brother she deserved

Bitches be like ''i'm a bakugo kinnie'' and then sob like midoroya when someone says something slightly mean or loud and has a hernia when someone say something slightly problematic.

It's you tumblr. You're bitches

Yours Only, Katsuki

Prohero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Opening up isn’t easy, but Bakugou finds that maybe the best expression of his affection isn’t all that complicated.

Though not necessary for understanding, related prequel fic for Valentine’s Day can be found here

Likes, shares, and reblogs appreciated, but no reposts please!

Warnings: swearing, reader referred to as “princess”, a bit suggestive at some parts, making/eating food, wine mentioned, lots of fluff

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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.

No, because imagine being married to Katsuki, and his mom doesn't like you.

Mitsuki thinks she knows what's best for her son, she thinks that you're not fit to be his wife, and she never shyies away from telling you that. When you help her cook, she points out how clueless you are, and it's true, because usually Katsuki is the chef of the house, while you wash the dishes. And she goes on and on about how useless you must be, how selfish of you to rely only on his son, who has too many responsibilities with already being a pro hero and now having to baby you.

You try to learn, spending a month trying to learn how to make a whole course meal for them, and when you're confident enough in your cooking skills, you prepare a dinner for his parents. Masaru is nice to you giving a compliment, while Mitsuki complains that you put too much salt, and proceeds to take the dishes and throw your hard work away, saying that she already came prepared knowing that somethings like this would happen. Your husband gets pissed at her, but one squeeze from you, and he sulks back into his chair, letting his mother do whatever she wants around his kitchen, mumbling to you that "it wasn't even that bad".

Mitsuki make it a habit to push you down whenever Katsuki is out of earshot, knowing that it will ensue into a screaming match. She pops up to your shared house every now and then, complaining about anything she finds out of place.

"Didn't had time to wash the dishes? I see you doing nothing, again"

"I don't know what my son sees in you"

"Really? A pile of dirty laundry? What, too lazy to do it?"

"Is there anything you can do aside being pretty?"

And the venom dripping with each word is heavier as time passes. You try your hardest to not fight her, letting her say whatever she wants. It seems useless to fight, but her constant comments are draining you, it's like she's sucking the soul out of you, slowly draining your energy and mental health which starts to reflect into your relationship with Katsuki.

Your husband knows something is wrong. You're less vocal, less affectionate, he sees your smile slowly disappear as days pass, closing off day by day. Katsuki doesn't like this sudden turn, because now, whenever he looks at you, it seems as if you're constantly sad, slipping into depression, ready to burst into tears at any given moment. At first, he blames it on the pregnancy. But the tipping point, when he realizes that something is indeed wrong, is when he leans to kiss you, like usual, and you step back. That's when he confronts you. He's scared, and it can easily be read all over his face when he asks you if you don't love him anymore. You don't want to tell him that the problem is his family. You don't want to cause any rifts in their mother-son relationship, that's also why you've never told him of her hostility toward you.

"It's... I love you, a lot. But I think we need a break? It's the pregnancy I think, you know, hormones and all"

Nah, Bakugou doesn't buy any bullshit you try to sell, and he's not exactly known for giving up, so he insists, presses on the subject until you finally burst, screaming that it's his mother's fault if the relationship is turning sour.

Bakugou listens attentively as you get everything off of your chest, and it clicks quite immediately. Slowly, he remembers every little remark his mother made about you, the lack of acknowledgement toward you on the wedding day, the way his mother always seems to always put you aside whenever around, how she never asks about you, pretending that you don't exist, how she only complains about the things you can or cannot do.

"I try... I've tried my best, but she never seems satisfied! I know I married you and not her, but having her coming here and just shit-talk me is becoming too much. She's right, I'm weak, I'm useless, I'm not worth the time of the day, I'm not fit to be anything just-..." there's a small pause in your speech, and Katsuki's heart breaks with each sentence, fear growing with each word that leaves your lips, "- I think it's best if we... if we divorce. I can't spend the rest of my life in a family that doesn't want me. For two years she did nothing but walk allover me. I tried- I really tried to make it work, but it's too much. I can't handle it, I'm not strong enough."

It takes a full minute to register the word divorce, but when it does Bakugou breaks down, crying, begging for you to not do that, to give him some time to fix it. He promises he'll fix it, he cries with you all night, curling into you, holding onto you as if scared you're gonna leave. He doesn't want to lose you, he doesn't want you to leave his side, he love you too much to just let you go because of his mother.

And fixing he does.

The next day he goes to see his mother, and a verbal fight begins. He can't believe that his own mother would sabotage his marriage, can't believe that you endured all that shit for two years and never confided in him.

"Because I know what's best for you!"

"The fuck you know? What's best for me wants a fucking divorce now because of you!"

"Good! At least now you can find a real woman"

And that's when Katsuki just, shuts down. He's too stunned to say anything, realizing that his own mother couldn't even bother to see you as a woman. Minutes of silence stretched and Masaru is watching his son with concern. He knows his wife had crossed the line, but at the moment what broke his heart was the pain painted on his son's face. Eerily calmly, Katsuki speaks.

"You're not allowed in my house anymore. I don't want to see you anywhere near my wife. Don't look at her, don't speak to or about her, don't bother calling me ever again. You fucked up, big ass time." Mitsuki just rolls her eyes, scoffing.

"She sent you because she's too scared of confrontation?"

"She doesn't know I'm here"

"Of course. She's probably sleeping in, like usual. Why do you have to waste your time with her? There are woman out there more fit to-"

"The fuck do you want her to do? Lift goddamn weights while pregnant? Build a fucking house?"

This, seems to make his mother stumble on her words. The malice in her voice suddenly disappears, and just stares at her son in pure shock.

"She's- she's pregnant? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"You would've known if you weren't too busy making her life a living hell! But pregnant or not, I don't want you interacting with her."

"Katsuki, it's my grandchild, I have the right-"

"No. You don't have any rights. You think I'll let you around my child when there's a possibility of you talking shit about their mom to them? What assurance do I have that you won't try to turn my child against their own mother?"

Mitsuki stares at him, at a loss of words. She realizes that yes, she fucked up, but all she did was for her son. She thought you're too soft, too laid back, too carefree for him. She noticed how you became lazier in the past months, how now you weren't working, but not even once had she thought that it might be because of a pregnancy.

"I-"

"No. Whatever you have to say I don't want to hear it." He turns toward the door, ready to leave. "I'm disappointed in you too dad. You knew what was going on, yet did nothing to defend my wife nor had the decency of telling me anything. And I'm serious, stay away from my wife, she has enough stress already."

Mitsuki spends the next months thinking heavily about her behaviour, and realizes that she did you wrong. Awfully wrong. She had been too harsh on you, without even trying to get to know you. She judged you from the very beginning, too quickly, without giving you any chances. And now, she can only watch from afar, your baby bump now impossible to hide, walking hand in hand with her son. She can now see how happy you make her son, how relaxed he's with you, how protective he's over you. She had never thought her son to be the type of man to shower someone in affection, not so openly at least, yet there he was, sitting at the park, with a picnic cloth underneath, while holding you close, both arms securely wrapped around the belly.

Masaru watches as his wife's eyes fill with tears, and there's nothing he can do about it, nothing that he can fix or cheer her up.

"I was horrible, wasn't I?"

As a partner and supportive husband, he knows he shouldn't make it worst by blaming her, but as a father, he can't deny that what she did was indeed, horrible. So, he says nothing, placing only a comforting hand on her shoulder, he too now watching his son and daughter-in-law giggling to each other.

"We both were"

pairing: bakugou x gn!reader

synopsis: bakugou cuddling hcs!

warnings:none

type: headcanon

a/n: more cuddling hcs cus lack of mha on my page lol

He will never and I mean never ask for cuddles. You have to ask every single time. No matter how upset or down he is.

As big as a tsundere he is, he will cuddle you all night. Midnight snack? Never heard of it.

Big spoon 24/7 unless he's really feeling down.

When he is small spoon, he likes it when you play with his hair. It calms him down and makes him forget what made him mad in the first place.

Loves hearing you talk as it helps him fall asleep.

Will wrap you up so tightly in his arms you won't need a blanket.

He's super warm already and his quirk makes it even warmer.

He just feels like he can be himself around you and let all the walls down.

Usually he doesn't fall asleep until your sleeping. Doesn't matter how long it takes, but after a while he may fall asleep as we all know this boy falls asleep the same time every night.

He feels as if he has to protect you in that sorta weird way.

All in all. A stubborn little tsundere.

ways to spice up your shifting journey and romanticise your drs ♱

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• make playlists for important / specific eras in your dr (for example i have one for autumn 2023 in my actress dr and winter 1989 in my twin peaks dr)

• watch youtube walking tours of the city or town that you live at in your dr

• make moodboards for your favourite people in your dr, develop their vibe and aesthetic

• make shifting bingo cards for things you need to do in your dr (eg. visit a specific place, talk to a specific person) and tick them off once you shift back

• use pinterest as a script, make detailed sections within your dr boards and organise them to make it all look cute

• make moodboards for your childhood in all of your drs and see how they differ

• start a shifting journal, you don’t need to make it aesthetic. write about your drs, how your journey is going, etc

• answer questions about your drs (some posts with questions: 1 2 3)