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ihatebnha · 3 years

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me: sees myself married to a women w no kids

also me: imagines being bakugos impregnated stay-at-home wife, wearing this nightgown that fits perfectly around my swollen belly and him calling me beautiful 🥺🥺🥺

i'd been wanted to respond to this for a while bc im literally obsessed with this concept and like............ certain tropes surrounding it....

and a couple days ago when i went to like... write up a draft of what i was going to say, i ended up... doing this instead. so uh, beep beep.

enjoy?

(warning: you are pregante, soft, dad-like bakugo............ experimental style...)

Katsuki being so private that his coworkers only find out you’re expecting when they drop by your house to deliver some paperwork...

People at the agency have been wondering where he’s been lately; Dynamight's never been much for missing days of work under any circumstances (everyone remembers the time he showed up a couple hours after getting his nose broken, another time when he came to work in splints), but he’s been leaving his shifts so early lately. It’s fine, you know… he’s the boss and all, so it doesn’t really matter since he’s still attending his patrols… but as the days grow shorter and colder, the less often he can be found stationed in his office, blonde head ducked down into paperwork for hours on end.

It’s October when there’s an incident; a sidekick of Dynamight’s getting into a nasty spat with someone who leaves him with a concussion…

And though things are fine, as Dynamight wouldn’t hire someone who couldn’t handle a couple blows, the poor guy still needs to have his recovery time accounted for and signed off on… and being in the hospital obviously prevents him from going by himself.

So another sidekick, a sturdy graduate with the hero name of Havoc, volunteers to do the honors instead.

The house is beautiful, Havoc notices.

Nestled in the corner of a street, the front lawn stretches across pavements like a friend, and the porch is lined with pots of flowers and flowers in pots.

Havoc knocks.

She waits. She knocks again, taps her foot twice, and waits again. She goes in to knock a third time, frown curling downward in worry, only for the door to swing open where instead of Dynamight, she finds you.

She doesn’t know it’s you, though… doesn’t recognize the tilt to your head or the clippings in your hair. She doesn’t recognize the crease in your brow, the slight to your nose… nor the flowy white slip that drapes over your body and contours around… a large and swollen belly… one you’ve got your hand resting on gently, the other hidden on the doorknob.

“Oh my god,” Havoc begins, already beginning the process of stepping backwards and off your porch. Her feet seem to fill with sand, tongue slipping as she squeaks. “Oh no, I thought—- I’m so sorry. I think, I… I’m at the wrong—“

“Havoc, right?” you interrupt seamlessly. “Kat told me you were coming.”

Kat? She stops the babbling, and your face breaks into the prettiest smile when she confirms.

“…yes?”

“Come in. I’ll make you some tea.”

You don’t look back to make sure she follows.

“Katsukis bad about telling me first names, so I only really go by whats on the TV.”

You dance around the kettle, fiddle with a drawer, before opening a cupboard and pulling out a shiny tin of something.

“He calls, oh God, Dash, I think?” you mutter, fishing out a teabag, “He calls him curls. Like his hair, you know? Calls you Stinky.”

Havoc can hardly focus on what you’re saying, can’t seem to formulate a response either. Her eyes instead locked on to the belly settled low and comfortably on your body, that of which protrudes proudly like the moon.

You continue, pouring the kettle while laughing softly. “I always complain, say he owes you guys respect, you know?”

She hums, softly.

“But he just says it doesn’t matter. That you guys call him worse. I believe it.”

You glance over your shoulder and Havoc forces herself to meet your eyes. The orange sun reflects through the kitchen window above your sink, and bounces into her eyes.

“Here, sweetie.”

You smile again, the beam bright and kind, and turn around with a teacup. It smells sweet, like herbs and citrus, and the steam brushes her face in a kiss.

Havoc wants to thank you. Wants to hold your hand, ask why you’re so kind.

What slips out instead is: “You’re pregnant,” a pause, and then, “Oh god, I’m sorry… obviously you’re—“

But you don’t seem phased at all, a laugh cutting through the cloud of awkwardness Havoc feels like she’s clearly filling the kitchen with.

“I am.”

“With Dynamight’s baby?” she asks, watching you move your hands to cup your belly once more and gently nod once more.

“Yes.”

Havoc feels silly for asking. Feels like she’s violating something unspoken by digging into her boss’s life, by being at his house in the suburbs… by talking to his wife.

The interns and sidekicks at the agency would die if they heard about this. They always gossip about Dynamight being the type to be the type to eat, sleep and breath work… to live in a one bedroom apartment, to be wedded to the job.

Granted, it’s not like they didn’t know he was married, but he rarely wears his ring.

Part of her feels like she’s in sex ed all over again.

“Fucking finally, kid,” Dynamight marches through the door with a frown on his face. “Took so long, thought I’d rot here before you got here.”

Havoc rushes to stand out of respect, the chair nearly tipping backward as she flings herself to her feet.

“I have your paperwork, sir!”

“God, you’re loud. Sit down” Dynamight glances at her for a second before his frown deepens. “If you even think about turning my house into the office I’ll write you up for insubordination."

She doesn’t move, only watches as he takes a seat himself and you follow behind, beginning the process of making another cup of something warm.

“I wouldn’t have…. We didn’t know, that uh…” Havoc stutters, looking down.

“That’s she’s pregnant?” he interrupts, a harsh sound— a laugh, maybe—coming from the back of his throat, “No shit, Sherlock. I never said.”

“Sorry, sir,” she says, but Dynamight just rolls his eyes.

“Cut the shit, and I’m serious, by the way. Sit the fuck down, I’m getting tired just looking at your sorry mug. You too, babe.” Dynamight rubs a hand over his face, presses his fingers into his eyes, but the words come out smooth, natural, and like they don’t hurt as he speaks over his shoulder. “Stop making tea for shitheads.”

In her dazed, amazed stupor, Havoc realizes he’s not really talking about her.

Your laugh tinkles from across the kitchen as you put down the teacup and instead start waddling to his side.

“Coming, sorry.”

“You fucking better be. Making my kid’s mom’s feet hurt. You shit.”

As you approach, Dynamight reaches for your hand to help steady you as you slide (with a huff and a puff) into the chair next to him. He gives you one last glance, more of a look-over than anything, before turning to Havoc with a glare, his lips almost in a pout, and she realizes that he’s joking.

“Can’t stand these slow-ass civilians nowadays. Need all these damn sidekicks just to keep them in check."

Havoc nods along, trying not to ruin the moment with a nervous smile, and though he still appears exasperated, Dynamight reaches out with one thick and calloused hand to ruffle her hair.

“Now gimme my damn paperwork. I’m fuckin’ sick of you, kid.”

Next to him, you laugh, and she realizes that his other hand is resting perfectly on your belly.

She knows you’ll be great parents.

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