THEY’RE ALL IN HERO COSTUMES AND HE’S IN CIVILIAN CLOTHES MY POOR BABY

you and katsuki were mid-makeout sesh in your dorm. he was sitting against your headboard with you in his lap.

his hands were dipped underneath your shirt, caressing the skin of your lower back. his mouth was on your neck. you shivered as katsuki’s lips connected with your skin. the warmth of his breath left goosebumps in its wake.

you let out a soft sigh and gently petted his hair with your free hand. you melted into his touch, not only from how warm he was.

that was, until mina burst into your room unannounced to ask about something random.

she stared wide-eyed at you two. your eyes widened and your cheeks burned red out of embarrassment.

katsuki looked angry. his ears were bright red as he pulled you off of him. he thought the door was locked.

“get outta here, raccoon eyes!” he snapped angrily, pushing the pink-skinned girl out of your dorm and locking it behind her.

that was the day you two learned to double-check if the door was locked.

(not proof-read.)

Source: poeticalphotos

𐔌 ✧.* ꜱɪᴘ ꜱɪᴘ ꜱɪᴘ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || Getting a call to pick up your drunk boyfriend led to many hugs, kisses and even a secret revealed.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, oneshot, drunk and clingy bkg, dating au, aged up, physical touch galore, jealous bkg, kirishima mentioned, highschool sweethearts, he’s just a lil guy, 1.1k word count

The intense smell of alcohol and fried japanese cuisine infiltrates her nostrils – increasing the worry she already felt prior to her arrival – nonetheless she smiles, saying her quick hello's to those still present.

"Hey bakubro, look alive! Y/N is here!"

Her gaze softens as she approaches the duo, sighing with relief as she sees the blonde seated down with a noticeable aloof expression – though short lived – given that his head perks up at the mention of her name.

"....y/n? where?"

The unusual quiet tone makes her heart race, the way he lazily scans the area – too drunk to notice she's standing only a few steps away – only causes a giggle to escape her.

He frowns at Kirishima, sending a weak glare his way.

"don't lie to me, shitty hair..."

The red head could only sheepishly smile at him – taking a note that his friend is too far gone – standing up and patting y/n's shoulder as he walks by, going over to make sure the others are okay to get home.

But not before adding an encouraging remark, shining a toothy grin towards her as he steps aside.

"He's all yours y/n! good luck!"

She nods at him and looks back at the blonde – who's resting his head on the table, obeying the feeling of exhaustion – having to hold the urge to take a photo of the adorable scene.

With deliberate quiet steps, she leans against the table, soothingly rubbing his back.

"Katsuki?"

He tenses and immediately picks his head up – lifting his hand to shove hers away – but pauses as he seems to recognize her, squinting hard, clearly struggling.

She smiles and leans closer for him, knowing he must've drank a lot for the guy to be so out of it.

"Hi 'suki, it's y/n, c'mon i'm here to bring you back home."

At her reassurance, his earlier defensive stance seemed to relax – his eyes practically oozing with infatuation – a lopsided smile slowly appearing on his face.

An unfamiliar yet welcoming sight. 

His arms reach out to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer with longing and adoration – earning a surprised gasp from her – his gaze roaming across her facial features, as if trying to wrap his head around her beauty.

"you're here.."

The joy in his voice is evident – so unlike the grumpy blonde that she knows and loves – she doesn't particularly mind this version of him though.

It's cute.

"Kirishima called and said you drank a little too much, so I came to your rescue."

He frowns immediately – earning a curious look from her and raised brows – halting in her movements when he buries his face against her stomach.

She softly hums as her fingers reach down to gently play with the spiky locks, the soft texture felt beneath her fingertips as she scratches his scalp.

"What's wrong?"

The grip around her waist only tightens as he grumbles.

"don't talk about him..."

Her eyes crinkle with amusement, softly giggling at the ticklish sensation – the combination of his hair and the jealous words spoken against her torso, made her prone to laughter – he was an open book whenever given a few drinks in his system.

She'll keep that in mind for next time.

"Don't be so jealous Katsuki, I'm dating you, remember?"

He huffs and picks his head up, looking straight at her with determination.

"Just focus on me."

She rolls her eyes playfully, resting her arms around his neck as he continues clinging to her.

"Whatever you say-"

A small whine escapes the girl as his hands position her to sit on his lap, taking the opportunity to cradle her face and squish her cheeks.

The yearning in his eyes makes her chest tighten involuntarily, feeling a bit shy at his display of such fondness.

"...'m in love with you... you know?"

Of course she knew he loved her.

But the way he's so straight forward when he usually isn't as vocal with his affection is just... different.

It made her feel like a blushing school girl all over again.

"yes i know kats, i love you too."

Apparently the smile and words weren't enough for him, cause he didn't let go of her face, drunkenly holding it with tenderness.

Honestly, no one wouldn't believe her if she told this story many years from now.

The way he adoringly smiles, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead – which turned into multiple kisses across her face – simply left her feeling breathless.

As if she, herself, had been infected by his intoxication.

"So pretty..."

Y/N gently removes his hands – attempting to regain some of her composure, after he made her all flustered – and opens her palm in his direction with a laugh.

“Thank you ‘suki, but can I get your car keys? I gotta drive you home 'mkay?"

"oh.... 'kay..."

His left hand fumbles around his pocket – the other having a steady place around her back to keep her up – the sounds of metal clinging together echoing from the action.

She takes the set of keys, noticing the framed – and now signed – all might card dangling from the set, a smile resurfacing on her face.

But her brows furrow when she sees another attachment on the keys.

A small photo keychain of them, a picture from their yearbook when they were in UA, both smiling at each other, not suspecting anyone snapped a pic.

She remembered the shock on both of their faces when they opened the collage of memories, the photo printed out in the array of funny class photos.

The blonde must've cut it out and framed it.

Her heart jumps at the realization, a warm feeling bubbling within her chest – she never took katsuki to wear an accessory like this – maybe she'll buy him a charm to add to the assortment of trinkets.

"...'m sleepy"

Y/N smiles – feeling extra giddy now, as she stands up from his lap – helping him to place his arm around her shoulder, walking out of the restaurant in unison.

As she buckles his seatbelt on, she couldn't help but to mention her discovery.

"Hey katsuki... I didn't know you had that photo of us on your keychain."

His red eyes are half lidded with drowsiness, but it doesn't stop him from speaking in a mumble before succumbing to sleep.

"...that photo is special."

She yearns for him to elaborate but refrains from waking him up, instead putting the car in drive towards his apartment, she'll just ask him tomorrow.

What she didn't know at the time, is the significance of the photo.

Back then, he was irritated at whoever snapped that shot, but Katsuki could only be grateful now.

It was taken on the exact day he realized he fell in love with her – now a personal time capsule he could look back on whenever he wanted to reminisce – the reminder of that, making him sleep for the rest of the car ride home with a smile. 

And yes, she did snap a pic of him snoring. 

Maybe it’ll be on her keychain.

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they both think theyre the most normal guy in the room

that wasn't me!!

kaminari, midoriya, bakugou, shouto, sero, dabi, iida x reader (individual)

his friends are sick of his endless pining and ask you out on his phone. someone has to make a move, can you really blame them?

notes: i was really trying to make it so i didn't default denki being the one who steals their phones bc his ass would be most likely to pull that shit. i like the idea of katsuki getting so fed up with izuku/iida talking about you + doesnt get why they havent made a move so he does it for them forcefully. like here. damn.

PRETTY GIRL POSTED HAHAH

𐔌 ✧.* ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || He wouldn’t allow yourself to be troubled with self-doubt, after all you're perfect in his eyes. 

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut, small dab of angst but short lived, oneshot, aged up, words of affirmation, insecure reader, protective bkg, he’s just a lil guy, 905 word count

The phone in his hand is immediately forgotten at her question.

His head snaps up to look at her, brows furrowed with an evident frown, as if she just threatened his entire existence with mere words.

The blonde immediately stands up, slowly approaching the girl – who's busy staring at herself in the mirror – already growing more irritated by every step he takes.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't fucking hear that."

Her eyes meet his in the reflection, a shiver running down her spine at the sheer intensity of his gaze, those red orbs piercing into her own.

The beating of her heart only grows louder as his fingers graze her bare back – swatting her hands away which fumbled with the strings of the corset – taking over as he tied it himself with ease.

Mumbling a stern 'i got it' to her as he focused on the task at hand.

The burning sensation on her cheeks doesn't help the swirling thoughts in her head, she's a bundle of nerves fueled by the unpleasant feeling of insecurity.

It's not often she dressed up like this – the hair, makeup and dress was all foreign on this body – it was like she was playing dress up, only the clothes scream at her to take it off.

Self-doubt and anxiety has always followed her like a shadow, sometimes too dark to ignore or too light to know when it'll eventually return.

She thought she was getting better but...

"I thought I told you to stop saying that shit."

His small grumble breaks her out of the trance – reminding herself that she's not alone with her thoughts, not anymore – she can feel the way he ties a bow with the strings when finished.

Resting his hands on her waist instead of moving away, leaning against her so she can feel the warmth of his chest on her back, keeping her grounded.

The determination in his eyes has her staying silent.

"Never call yourself ugly ever again, got it? I don't care if you're joking, it pisses me off."

Though to others it may seem harsh, only those closest to him can understand the care and purpose behind every word he speaks.

The responsibility he puts upon himself to protect his lover – from her own troublesome mind – only heightens the amount of love she has for him.

Her fingers fidget with the silk material clinging to her figure.

"I just... I never wore something so showy.."

Katsuki Bakugo is very attentive.

Hence he notices every directed glance to her torso, every nervous squirm, every pause in between her words.

The overall uncertainty behind those eyes and demeanor.

And it only heightens his increasing annoyance – but not directed to her, never to her – aiming it towards himself instead.

The frustration of not noticing her mood shift sooner – the failure of taking care of what needed to be treasured – has him spinning her around to face him.

Her eyes slightly widen at his actions, though meets his gaze nonetheless.

"Listen up cause I'm only gonna say this once okay idiot?"

His hands stray away from her waist, only to cup her face, cradling it with a surprising amount of gentleness.

She hesitantly nods.

"..'m sorry for not noticing earlier, I should've realized it sooner."

"eh- wait katsuki that's not your fault-"

Her breath hitches as he suddenly leans down, shutting her up with his lips – the kiss is short lived but filled with love, devotion and tenderness – only making her brain short circuit when he pulls back.

The look on his face was a mix of confidence and unwavering conviction.

"I didn't say anything before because well... tch, I know I'm not the best with words but..."

He clears his throat, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed as he takes a glance at her – all dolled up and flustered – it only causes him to grow shy at the sight.

Unsure of what to say next without looking like a fool, he sighs and quickly takes her hand, placing it on his chest as he roughly whispers.

The surprise on her face is evident.

"....can't you feel that? what you do to me when you look like that?"

She can feel the intense rhythm of his heartbeat underneath her finger tips – strong and intense, too intense – her own pulse beginning to mimic his at the realization.

If she wasn't flustered enough, he practically turned her into mush.

"I-I didn't know..."

He rolls his eyes trying to regain some of his composure.

"Yeah well, now you know. So stop doubting your appearance... because you're fucking beautiful okay?"

She goes to respond but he squeezes her cheeks together, making her whine at the feeling, the previous gloomy atmosphere now replaced with warmth.

He subtly smiles at his success.

Although her previous thoughts won't vanish into thin air so soon, she does feel at ease knowing one thing : he truly does love her.

That's all the reassurance she needed to walk out the door, hand in hand – much to his grumbling – towards their special outing for the rest of the night.

Let's just say the paparazzi had a questionable time trying to snap pictures of the famous pro hero couple, with Katsuki suddenly acting bodyguard to every photographer standing a little too close to his girlfriend.

A grumpy figure clinging to her in every pic.

He's suddenly regretting his decision to attend this event with such a stunning date.

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BABY

𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 | 𝘬. 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰

summary : your usually quiet journey home is jostled by rush hour in the subway but luckily you're not alone

pairing : thirdyear!katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

word count : 1k

cw : packed subway, little pushing and stumbling, fluff, subtly caring bakugo, for the plot there's no dorm so everyone go back to their home every night

a/n : I had this idea when I was in the subway being pushed left and right but unfortunately I was alone so I just took it

I have in my note app ideas of one shot and I have so many but I never actually write them but I wanna start being really productive so here's my first bakugo post!!

You hate taking the subway when it's rush hour. I mean what is there to like about it? People are stinky, everyone is pressed against each other and it's like you're ten times more tired than you would usually be after a school day.

Usually you would find the way back to school peaceful, taking a seat by the window and watching the buildings pass by.

But due to a schedule change you finished school during rush hour so now here you were waiting for the subway on a station packed with people all hoping to get on the next train.

Depending on the day and wether he stayed for extra training you would do the way home with Bakugo.

Your parents had decided to move to a bigger house at the end of the second year so you were now living a few blocks away from him.

In the beginning you would just be in the same train not talking to each other, you weren't really close with him, but as weeks passed you initiated small talk (which he wasn't always answering to) and even thought you weren't really spending much time together outside of the walk to school or back home you had found comfort in this routine you had established.

But if usually you could share a quiet discussion with him on the almost silent train, today you had found yourself pressed between the people clinging tightly to the bar hoping not to fall. You had lost Bakugo when the doors opened, taken away by the crowd trying to enter the wagon.

As you were focusing on staying upright, the subway came to a stop arriving at the next station. When the doors opened, people trying to come out were pushing you from every side and as small as you were trying to make yourself bags and elbows came smashing you from everywhere.

Suddenly you felt a strong arm sliding around your waist and a hand tugging at your wrist. Without having the time to understand what was happening you got pulled until you had your back against the opposite door.

"You looked like a rag doll over there", you heard a familiar gruff voice whisper next to your ear.

Looking up you found your face inches away from Bakugo's.

"Bakugo!" you jumped at his proximity (it's not like he had much choice, you thought), realizing his hand was still on you.

Looking down at his hand on your wrist you mumbled a thank you but he was already looking away.

The train then jostled, surprising you, as it left the station, making you lose your balance and gripping at the nearest thing to support you, which was.. Bakugo's chest.

"Sorry I-" you didn't get the chance to finish apologizing before you felt his hands on your waist again holding you against the door on your back. At your position you decided to let your hand grab on his school blazer. However, as time passed and you found yourself getting more and more tired, your eyelids and head growing heavier.

As you struggled to keep your eyes open you felt Bakugo's hand shift from your waist to the back of your neck and gently pushing your head to rest on his chest.

You tried pulling yourself back to tell him that he didn't have to bother but he kept his hand there and you felt his breath against your ear as he whispered :

"Just close your eyes idiot, I'll tell you when it's our stop"

So you did and despite your racing heart and hot cheeks you managed to fall into a half-sleep.

Then you felt a tap on your arm pulling you out of sleep and when you lifted your head Bakugo pointed at the line of all the stations showing that the next station was your stop.

You smiled at him sleepily and rubbed your eyes (I dream of a world where I can rub my eyes without smudging my makeup everywhere pls let me dream) preparing to finally exit the train.

When it came to a stop, his hand had grabbed your wrist again to prevent you from falling, you slipped your hand in his to not lose him again in the crowd of people moving. You felt his hand tense for a second, then relaxing and gently pulling at yours to guide you through the crowd.

You finally both got out of the station and were walking home in a comforting silence and throwing glances at him for you, thinking of his actions in the train. You were far from the short answer and frowning face of the first one sided conversation you had shared.

You lifted your head to look at the ash blond next to you, stopping in front of your house as you faced him while played with your hands.

"So.. I guess I'll see you tomorrow" you said awkwardly, feeling suddenly shy under his gaze.

He eyed you with a frown "Like every morning... what are you on about ??". At your silence he lifted his hand in goodbye and started walking when you suddenly called his name.

Before he got the chance to fully turn back to you, you mumbled a thank you before kissing his cheek and rushing inside of your house without even saying goodbye.

And while you were breathing hard against your door beating yourself up for the stunt you just pulled.

A certain boy was still standing in front of your house hand on his cheek, ears pinks and his heart beating faster than usual…

soo.. i don’t know if i like it. I wrote this at 2 in the morning and just finished it because I fell asleep writing about the reader falling asleep 😐

I hope you like it pls feel free to give feedback and send requests !