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zanarkandskylines · 3 months

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Tidal Wave

『♡』 pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡ summary: a horrible accident occurs while reader is on patrol for the night. when she's released, she runs to bakugo's apartment for support tags & warnings: loss of parent, failed rescue, trauma, angst, emotional comfort, fluff a/n: in my head, katsuki would be a very supportive BF who would comfort you after a bad day in any way he could, especially when it comes to losing people on the job. it's never easy and heroes need care, too!! ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 1,454 ꒱

Getting ready to head out for a short night shift, you text Bakugo to let him know you're safe. He's always worried whenever they schedule you super late, especially by yourself.

[you] i'm heading in now, want me to text you when i'm home? might be late [kat] yes, don't care. if i'm up or not, i'll at least know you got home safe [you] okay, love you [kat] love you too

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Time of death; 12:05AM.

The rain pelted against the neoprene material of your hero suit as you stood with the paramedics.

“Y/H/N?” One of them called to you. “We need your report on the incident.” She waited beside you with a clipboard, her paperwork growing damp with each raindrop.

─── A normal late night patrol, you’d been walking a dimly lit street on your route when a small child came running up to you, latching on to your leg. She couldn’t have been more than 8 years old.

“Excuse me! Miss hero!” She sniveled as she buried her face against your thigh, clutching your suit in her tiny palms. She was shaking like a leaf - covered in, what you presume, is mud.

You slouch over, a gentle hand on her head. “What’s wrong, little one?” She looks up at you, her eyes the color of sapphires.

“My mommy is in trouble! I tried to help her, but…please miss hero, come with me!”

Her dainty fingers grab your hand and pull you in the direction she came from. A few minutes down the road, you see an older woman on the riverbank. She’s face down, it’s hard to see without direct light what exactly happened. You’re jogging over to her with the little girl by your side.

“Sweetie, can you tell me what happened?” You ask the child.

She wipes a dribble of snot on the back of her hand. “Mommy and I were walking over there,” she points to the nearby bridge. “And she fell over into the water!”

”You’re very brave to come find help,” you praise, giving her a pat on the back. “Let’s get your mommy away from the water while I call my friends to help.”

While waiting for the rescue crew to arrive, you cautiously move the mother further away from the edge of the river. Suddenly, she begins to seize, catching you off guard. She’s gasping for air, flailing her arms around with tears pricking the corner of her eyes. You roll her on her side, rubbing her back as you see the lights of the sirens coming over the bridge.

Come on, come on, get here faster!

The ambulance pulls up on the pathway and 3 paramedics dispatched from all sides. They’re running up to you, yelling, “Clear the way!” You take the little girl’s hand and guide her up the riverbank to the ambulance.

“She’s been poisoned! Grab the siphon kit, stat!”

As chaos is brewing all around, rain begins to patter against the grass outside. You’re wiping mud off of the little girl’s face as you hear, “We’re losing her!”

You place your hands softly over her ears, turning to the paramedics as they’re attempting to revive her mother.

Please, no...

"Is my mommy going to be okay?" the little girl asks sheepishly. You can't answer her, you just nod your head and smile the best you can. You have to keep a brave face for her.

Then, you hear the dreaded noise.

* Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep *

Your heart drops, sinking into your stomach as you squeeze your eyes shut. Everyone in the vicinity is holding their breaths collectively. The paramedic with the respiratory machine wearily gets to her feet.

"Mark the time of death as 12:05AM."

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You’re on autopilot, shoving your emotions deep down as you recall the events of the night to the paramedic for her report. You can't emote right now, you have to pull it together until you can leave.

"The child will be brought into protective custody until we find a relative. Thank you for your service, Y/H/N. You're free to go - we'll take it from here."

Before leaving the scene, you take one last glance over to the small girl. She's under a blanket in the back of the ambulance, staring blankly into space.

It breaks your heart.

───

You're sprinting, faster than your legs can carry you, through the downpour as you approach Bakugo's apartment complex. What time even was it? Last you checked, almost 12:30AM. He's gonna be pissed when you wake him up.

You needed him, now more than ever.

You round the corner of the third floor and skid to a stop at his door, soaking wet, leaving a puddle onto the hallway floor. You can hardly breathe as you knock, praying he's either still awake or won't be frustrated.

Fuck, I should have just called.

To your surprise, Bakugo answers the door after only two knocks. His expression shifts violently from annoyed to worried when he sees you standing there, immediately pulling you inside and shutting the door.

"What the fuck happened Y/N?!" he asked, more so demanded.

You can't hold it together anymore - you crumble into his arms, sobbing hysterically. His t-shirt absorbs the waterfall of tears you're crying, inconsolable against his chest as he's supporting your weight.

He runs his hand through your bangs, brushing the wet strands away from your face.

"Shh, hey, it's alright," he whispers, stroking your wet hair. "Any louder and you're gonna get me a noise complaint."

You let go, realizing that you've made a mess of his entryway and his t-shirt. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't -"

"Y'don't have to explain shit. Now let me get you out of that before you catch a cold."

Bakugo spins you around, tugging at the zipper of your hero suit harshly. The skin-tight bodysuit under the rest of your gear loosens, letting him slip his hands inside and peeling it off of your cool skin. You didn't realize how cold you were until this moment, shivering beneath his touch. Your suit crumples onto the floor, along with the rest of your accessories, leaving you in your underwear.

He tenderly grabs your shoulders, pushing you toward the bathroom. Little droplets of water fall from your damp hair as he's leading you down the hallway.

Before you know it, steams is rolling out of the shower as Bakugo is stripping himself down to get in with you. He soothes you as he takes the rest of your clothes off, guiding you into the shower with him. He puts you under the water first, rinsing your body with the hot water to warm you back up.

As the water cascades around the two of you, he's stroking your back, eliciting the remainder of your emotions to come pouring out. A quiet sob escapes you as you try to explain yourself.

"I...I couldn't save her," you start to say, hiccupping between your words. "Her daughter was...she was just a kid...I couldn't help her mother."

Bakugo kisses your forehead. "I'm sorry, baby. I figured that was the case." He continues to wash your hair and body, peppering you with kisses and letting you cry out the feeling. He knows all too well how you feel - the first time you lose someone you're protecting on patrol hurts a fuck ton, no matter the circumstance. It never gets easier.

Once you're all cleaned up, he steps out of the shower first to grab towels. He hands you one as he exits the bathroom, muttering just a sec under his breath. Not more than a minute later, Bakugo returns with a handful of his clothes for you.

"Arms up, buttercup," he playfully sings as he throws the t-shirt over your head, ruffling it at the hem to get it to fit over your physique. He kneels to the floor, a pair of his boxers stretched out for you to step into. You oblige as he yanks them up your legs and comfortably settles them on your hips.

You shuffle your feet in place, slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry for making such a mess, Kat. I didn't know what else to do in the moment."

He cups your cheek in his hand. "Idiot, y'don't need an excuse to come to me. You should know that by now."

Bakugo takes your hand in his, leading you out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He tucks you under the covers first and settles in behind you, immediately wrapping his arms around your midsection.

"I'll wash your suit for you tomorrow," he says hushed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Kats. Thank you."

Just a quick little blurb 'cause I wanted to write Katsuki being sweet without hesitation. :)

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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fake dating pro hero dynamight

pairing: katsuki bakugou / dynamight x fem!reader

summary: katsuki's management wants him to date a fan to help his image and you're the lucky fan who gets to play his girlfriend!

dynamight had been the number two for years, always a little behind deku in terms of victories and popularity

he just seemed so unapproachable compared to deku, who was always taking pictures with his fans after the battle and chatting with them

in an attempt to change bakugou's image, his management came up with something

pro hero dynamight was supposed to date one of his fans, to show them that he's just like everyone else and that even his fans have a chance with the number two hero

and you just so happened to be the fan that was chosen to play the number two hero's girlfriend

you had been a big fan of katsuki for a while now, so when you got the chance to meet him in person, you of course agreed to it

but when you arrived at his agency, his manager and lawyer were there as well and what you thought would be a meet and greet with fans quickly ended with you signing a contract to play his girlfriend

just a few days later, the two of you were playing a couple in public for the first time

katsuki had been fighting a villain, while you were standing in a group of other bystanders, cheering for him

and after he had won, your boyfriend hurried to check up on you

once he knew you were safe, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you passionately – to the surprise of everyone around!

rumors started to spread the next few days and his name was on the front of every newspaper and he was the topic in every late night show

around a week later, the two of you were finally showing yourself in public again, holding hands and walking through the city, with everyone's eyes on you

and by the end of that week, katsuki had his first appearance on television, where he finally told the world about his relationship with you

of course, it was all just a big lie, but you couldn't deny that your heart was beating faster when you heard him talk about you on tv

his eyes lit up and he was smiling. he was practically bragging about you to anyone who would listen

you couldn't help but wish what he was saying was real. that this wasn't just an act but that he had actually caught feelings for you

just like you had caught feelings for him...

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kusaka6e · 1 year

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RISKY

prohero bakugou x fem!reader

sfw

hi :) sorry for being so inactive i’ve been dealing w the loss of a family member really close to me and i’ve just had no motivation to write so if this sucks pls just bare with me :,)

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when you entered the hero charts in japan, you didn’t know what to expect. your quirk had manifested much later than expected, but you seemed to be able to use it very well. you excelled in your hero studies programs in high school, but your home country was extremely sexist towards female heroes. so, you headed for japan.

you’d been living there less than a year, but couldn’t imagine your life any other way. you’d become extremely close with kirishima when you started working for his agency, which forced you and bakugou to be close. truth be told, you two couldn’t stand each other at first. you were both headstrong, stubborn, very stuck in your own ways.

but, he grew on you. not like you’d ever tell him that, but he did mean a lot to you. you two looked out for each other in battle at work, and went to war trying to out-drink each other when you went out with the rest of your friend group. even though sometimes he would unexplainably give you the silent treatment or be extra irritable with you at any given moment, you didn’t think too much of it.

so when you took a flying leap off the top of a skyscraper going after a villain, it really pissed bakugou off.

you, him, kirishima, and izuku had already been on the lookout for an anonymous criminal behind a child-trafficking scheme in the city. there was a call reported from a large medical complex building, to include a daycare center and pediatrician’s office on the floors there.

bakugou, izuku, and kirishima were handling most of the rescue aspects. thankfully, you’d all responded quick enough that no children were kidnapped or severely injured. meanwhile, you were chasing a criminal up the floors of the building, determined to get answers out of him.

“what are you doing with those kids?!”

“i-i don’t know, really! the boss just sent me here to get them!”

and he was adamantly refusing to name his boss. so when he attempted to jump off the roof of the building, you went after him without a second thought. you were wrestling with him as you both hurtled towards the ground, swearing you were either going to get answers or die trying.

bakugou saw all of this happen from ground level, using his explosions to get to you as quickly as possible.

the villain manages to clock you in the face, blurring your vision and disorienting you.

“deku!” bakugou grabs the villain by the arm, throwing him down to deku and blasting himself towards you, keeping an arm around you as he lowers you both down to the ground.

he rushes you back to the agency, the medic team examining you thoroughly. they determine that you don’t need any further medical attention, just suggesting that you rest for the remainder of the day.

you take an extra long shower in the agency locker room, surprised to see that you’re not alone when you enter the co-ed section of the locker room. bakugo is sitting with his head in hands, donning a red riot t-shirt and sweats.

“surprised you’re still here.” you open your locker, putting your suit into your duffel.

“i wanted to make sure you didn’t try to pull any stupid shit again.”

“again?”

“you’re kidding, right?”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

his jaw clenches, making you raise a brow as he huffs in exasperation.

“that shit you pulled earlier! why’d you jump off the roof?!”

“oh, that.”

he stands, walking closer to you as his face heats with anger.

“oh that, like you couldn’t have died?!”

“and what if i did? that’s kind of in my contract.”

your nonchalant attitude is only infuriating him more, knowing you’re striking a nerve.

“and what if you did, seriously?? the people who care about you would be absolutely crushed and you fucking know it! stop trying to act so careless!”

“and just let that guy get away and put even more kids at risk? i don’t think so.”

“then why not send me or deku after him?! our quirks let us fly, yours doesn’t you idiot!”

“because i don’t value my own life over doing my job or those of children?! why are you acting like this?!”

“because you are trying to downplay the stupid ass decision you made! just because you’re a hero doesn’t mean you turn everything into a suicide mission!”

“and if i did die taking that guy down, who fucking cares?!”

he lets out an infuriated yell, punching a locker a few doors away from yours and completely caving in the door.

“kirishima cares! so does fucking deku, and mina, and god damn dunceface! i care, for fucks sake!”

“listen, i appreciate you all a lot. but im not gonna put any of that above saving kids, bakug-“

“katsuki.”

“what?”

“you call me katsuki.”

you pause, raising at eyebrow at his demand

“just because this is your job doesn’t mean your life loses all its value! you don’t become disposable just to save other people!”

“i’m not yours to put that much value to, katsuki!”

“what if i wanted you to be?!” his eyes widen, realizing what had just come out of his mouth.

“then fucking act like it!” you wear a similar expression, staring at him wide eyed.

you’re both breathless and red in the face, staring at each other as you both process what’s been said.

in one move, he sweeps you off your feet, wrapping your legs around him and sitting you on the counter in the lockerroom under one of the mirrors. your hands are exploring all over his upper body, one settling in his hair as you pull him impossibly close to you.

“you’re the biggest brat in the world, you know that?” he mumbles against your lips.

“you love it.”

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lovra974 · 2 months

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Dream Match 1

Hi! This story is inspired by the book Perfect Match, the Dragon King by I. T Lucas. I loved the concept of shared dreams. I hope you enjoyed it. If you want to be tagged for the next part just ask!

Warning for the chapter : Bakugou x reader, fight, violence, questions about sex, manipulation (not from bakugou), female Y/N, tell me if I forgot one!

Summary : Being a hero is a very challenging profession. Bakugou knew it but being confronted by journalists and analysts who want him gone is far worse than fighting any villain. He struggles against them, feeling trapped each time he watches his rank drop.

So when his parents decided to get him out of this cycle, they bought him a Dream Match ticket and told him it was a holiday service agency. But the truth is, this agency is a sophisticated matchmaking service that pairs people to have shared dreams.

A lot of things can happen in these dreams. And sometimes, your subconscious clashes fantasy and reality. It blurs until it leaves answers beyond dreams.

A blast made the villain step back. He jumped on a building, his kangaroo’s legs propelled him. He struck Dynamight in the chest and sent the hero flying. Bakugou crashed against a wall. He felt the shock in every bone in his body.

“Dynamight !” Screamed his sidekick. ”You okay ?”

The blond grimaced. His ears were ringing. Blood covered his face and mixed with his sweat. His suit was ripped on his back. He got out of the wall, his members aching. He ignored the pain. He stretched his fingers and breathed out.

“Get ready, Cry-Baby.” spoke the hero while swallowing the suffering.

The sidekick jolted and ran away. His quirk made him control his tears. The guy could pour them out like a river. It was perfect to block Dynamight’s blasts.

Bakugou walked up to the villain. The bad guy jumped a little and smirked.

“Can’t get enough Dynamight?”

“Come here !”

They both moved forward. The villain was fast. His powerful jumps allowed him to dodge the hero’s attacks. Bakugou kept him away but didn’t touch him either. He couldn’t get close enough to end this fight and began to feel frustrated.

The solution appeared with another hero. The earth shook and rock walls pierced the ground. They rose and surrounded the villain.

A voice shouted, “Go Dynamight!”

Bakugou eyed the hero Gem Girl on the top of a building. He nodded. Nitroglycerin ran between his fingers. He raised his arms. His sidekick was ready too and protected the buildings. The explosive hero gave his all in his next shot and aimed at the villain.

“DIE!!!”

…

Bakugou just got back from his battle. The big TV in his office was turned on and played his fight.

“It was time Dynamight showed up! Twenty-five minutes to get help! I would be ashamed… It was their sector. I feel like there is some slaking. We can see it with this fight. If Gem Girl didn’t step in, Dynamight would still be there!”

The blond ground his teeth and turned off the TV. He wished the talking would stop there but it never did. His manager questioned him about the fight to know what she would say to the media. He would rather be fighting more crazy kangaroos than listen to one more hero analyst.

He did his reports, followed diligently his schedule, went on patrols and answered calls from his managers. Photoshoots, calls, patrols, reports, meetings and more reports.

His days began early and ended late. The time between two days of work was just enough to go back home. But most of the time, he slept at his agency. He installed a couch in his office. The thing destroyed his back. But at least, he won a few minutes each day by being already here for any crisis.

But critics never stopped. They questioned his behaviour, his social image, his ranking… He didn’t arrive on time, his quirk was dangerous, his agency communication was shit. Nothing was ever good enough. The journalist always said it was an aberration that he was in the top 10.

For years, he gave his all. Despite the difficult missions, the failures, the impossible rescues… It was too much.

His fans were loyal, they trusted him and always defended him. He was thankful, even if he didn’t say it. But it annoyed him at the same time that they felt obliged to defend him. He didn’t need them. He was a hero, he didn’t need anybody.

He saw Kirishima on patrols or sometimes when he was too restless and went to the gym. It was rare. For the other, it felt like forever since he saw them. The last time must have been for Mina’s birthday. Or when Sero presented them to his new girlfriend? Anyway, it was months ago.

Bakugou was writing a report when his phone buzzed. When he saw who was calling, he hesitated. It was his mother. He could already hear her screams. It had been a long time too since he saw them. He didn’t give much news. And he knew, that if he didn’t respond to her call, she would do much worse than scream through it. Like coming to the agency.

A horror shiver forced him to click on the green phone.

“Finally! The brat just remembered he got parents !”

He exhaled. His mother began a monologue he didn’t listen to. Sometimes he heard his father’s voice trying to calm down his spouse.

“Katsuki !”

“What ?”

“Did you make your appointment?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You ungrateful brat, you’re talking to your mother! Did you use your birthday present ?”

He frowned. His birthday present? Why was she talking about it? He didn’t even remember what it was.

“I swear Katsuki” she menaced, “if you didn’t use your birthday present…”

“What’s the fucking matter?” He shouted.

“You had one year to use it, you dumb hero! I can’t believe it! Can you believe it, Masaru ?”

Bakugo heard his father talking “Maybe he was busy? He reached the top 6 this year…”

“I don’t care! This ticket cost millions of yen!”

“Are you going to tell me what the hell you’re talking about?” He screamed.

His mother breathed out. “You had one year to use your Dream Match ticket. And you, you little ungrateful hero, you didn’t use it! You got one last week to make an appointment before your birthday.”

Bakugou checked his calendar on his desk. Indeed, his birthday was next week. He completely forgot about it. Not that he cared, he didn’t plan to do anything.

Now that he thought about it, he vaguely remembered a peach-coloured envelope his mother gave him last year. Her smile was too big when she gave him this damn envelope. He felt like she was up to something.

“Dream Match?” He repeated.

He shouldn’t have. His mother understood he didn’t open his present. She threw new insults at him, his father had to take the phone out of her hands.

“Katsuki still has time. He just had to make an appointment this week. I’m sure he will.”

Mitsuki made him swear he would make an appointment this week before completely leaving the phone to her husband.

“We know you are busy, Katsuki. But it would please us if you went to the appointment.”

“What is this Dream Match shit? What about the appointment ?”

His father took his time to respond.

“Look at their website. You will have all the answers you're looking for. But let’s say it’s an agency that proposed holiday experiences without leaving the agency.”

“I don’t have time for this…”

“You only need three hours.” Calmed his father. “You don’t really go on a vacation. Promise.”

Bakugou still felt sceptical but he made a promise. His father ended the call a few minutes later. He looked at the clock and sighed. He had another patrol in ten minutes.

~~~~~

“Congratulations Gem Girl !”

“Good job! “

“ You nailed it!”

The hero smiled. She walked through her agency like a conqueror. Her brown boots shined on the floor. Praises kept coming her way.

Nobody seemed to notice the shadow following the hero. Nobody ever saw her.

Gem Girl closed her office door after one last smile to her team. Then she sighed and passed a hand in her blond hair. She turned toward her sidekick and said “ Well done Y/N. Do the report. We had to send it quickly to the Commission. I feel this intervention will make us rank up !”

Y/N sat down at the desk in her dark suit. Her boss went to take a shower while she kept working. Her report stack kept getting taller. Not surprising when she had to do her sidekick's job and her boss’.

Gem Girl formed her agency a few years ago. She reached the top 20 recently. The media said it was because of her dedication and her interesting way of using her earth quirk.

It was also because Gem Girl did a lot of interviews and publicity. It could be surprising for an active hero, however it was very appreciated by her fans.

The truth behind her success was that Gem Girl found a sidekick with almost the same quirk as her. Her sidekick did the mission while Gem Girl pretended to fight under the projectors.

Like today, Y/N had a long-range to perform her quirk. So she could use it from afar while Gem Girl harvested the laurels.

The hero trapped the young and inexperienced student with a contract. Nothing was legal inside. Gem Girl would have everything, her quirk, her talent, her recognition. It left Y/N with pitiful pay, pressure and a lot of culpability.

“If you open your mouth about it, I will destroy every chance you have to ever be a hero. No agency will ever hire you. They wouldn’t even want your sorry ass in a police academy !”

The agency was not helpful, far from it. The ones aware of it made a point to make her remember her place.

“Talk and we will all be jobless. Is that what you want? Are you that selfish? Make peace with it and do your job, girl.”

The contract said she had to work at least five years in this agency. It was good for a first sidekick job. Even more so when you didn’t attend a big school like UA and Shiketsu. But for Y/N the last three years were pure torture.

Her pay was barely enough, she didn’t sleep well and her phantom status made her sick. She did Gem Girl’s work. On patrols with her, she had to walk behind dressed like a civilian. Same for missions.

Gem Girl was smart. She made sure to never expose her trusty sidekick. She was never mentioned on TV, damn Y/N couldn’t write her name on the reports with her hero name! Most people in the agency didn’t know of her existence and she has been there for three years.

The agency had the duty to promote their heroes and sidekicks, to make them gain visibility. But Gem Girl was the boss.

It was her fault, thought Y/N. She should have been more careful when signing. She should have been wary of Mashika Risa aka Gem Girl when she showed interest in her quirk. She should have been less naive. But she jumped on the opportunity, too happy to quit her last job to pursue her dream.

Now she paid for it. She would be free in two years… if Gem Girl ever let her leave.

~~~~~

“Wait, wait… You've possessed a Dream Match ticket since last year, and you haven’t used it yet ?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. It was one of the rare patrols he was paired with Kirishima. They walked in a quiet street. Some civilians stopped to ask for a picture or an autograph but most didn’t dare. Despite being in the top 10, Bakugou was still too intimidating. His PR team blamed him every week for it.

He preferred it that way, he avoided the insults and scandals at the same time. Kirishima walked by his side, eyes blown wide.

“If you want to get rid of it, I know someone who would be happy to help you.”

“Who?”

“Me!” Screamed his best friend, making heads turn their way.

“Tsk… What’s this Dream Match anyway? My father told me it was a travel agency or something…”

Kirishima pointed to an enormous billboard. The picture wasn’t really explicit. There was a purple cloud armchair in the middle. The background was blurry. And he could read a weird catchphrase at the bottom. Meet your dream partner…

“It’s so much more,” gushed the red hair. “The agency sells shared dreams. You can dream of anything! And bonus, they pair you with the most compatible person with a ticket. They never missed.”

Bakugou stopped himself. He just understood why his mother gave him this stupid ticket. He felt the need in his guts to scream.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?”

More civilians turned their heads and quickly walked away.

“A matchmaking agency? The old hag lost her damn head! Do I look like I have time for this?”

Red Riot gave him a side glance.

“Well… look like you don’t have time to sleep either. When was the last time you had a day off, man?”

“What do you mean, Shitty Hair?”

“I mean… man, you could have the best night of your life! Peaceful holidays, and phenomenal memories in just three little hours. We both know you need it!”

The blond grumbled something. He knew what Kirishima was about to say.

“You should try it. You don’t have to do more with your match after. You got a good night of sleep, an epic adventure and that’s all !”

Bakugou thought about it. It wasn’t a bad idea. He could use a good night if they were as good as they said.

“How do you know about it? Did it?”

“Man! Sero met his girl with it!”

Bakugou blinked. He met Sero’s girlfriend once but everybody thought the same thing. They were perfect for each other. They were crazy in love and very complimentary. Not too overbearing in some way.

The blond hero would never say it out loud, but he had been disturbed by their complicity. It was like they’d always known each other. Maybe, he felt a little jealous of their bond. But he extinguished it quickly, his dream was to be Number One. Not to find a partner to satisfy his mother’s desires.

Kirishima seemed to feel his hesitation. “You don’t need to speak to your partner after the dream. It can be a one-dream-only thing, you know? Don’t think too much about it, Bakubro.”

“Mmh…” he murmured to acknowledge his friend and nodded.

~~~~~

After her long day, Y/N was completely exhausted. She did patrol after patrol, hers then the ones with Gem Girl. Then she wrote both of their reports. She dragged her feet to her door, all her body was popping from the over-use of her quirk.

Sometimes, she asked herself if it wasn’t better to forget her dream of being a hero. But each time she asked, the answer was always no. Not when she saved people, even if Gem Girl was thanked for it. Not when she saw every morning the drawings of the children saved in the agency hall.

Putting them here may be a strategy. And it was a good damn one!

She opened her door, her eyes half-opened.

“Hello there! Have you seen the time?”

Y/N blinked. The robotic click from Mei Hatsume’s babies followed her everywhere. Her friend with pink hair was spread out on her bed couch. She smiled brightly at her.

“Hatsume…”

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Hatsume cut her. “Do you believe it! I didn’t have any news for months! What kind of friend does this? Right, my babies ?”

The robots beeped for approbation. Mei’s smile became even larger. Y/N sighed but her mouth’s corner quirked up.

“I had to ask Booboo to open your door for me.” said the support engineer. “Seriously I wouldn’t leave a cupboard with that kind of protection Y/N. It was crap !”

Booboo, a little robot with propellers rang. Y/N just stood there, not knowing what to do. She was too tired to react correctly to the scolding. Mei took out a cheap bottle of alcohol from nowhere.

“I have a bottle !”

The two women lay on the bed couch, a glass in hand. Their cheeks became pinker, the drink left a pleasant warmth in their body. Y/N felt her members relax and sink into the mattress. She hummed a song at her long-time friend, happy.

“And then,” continued the engineer, “The director just looked at me with big eyes. Like I was the crazy one and just couldn’t believe what I did! It was so basic by the way. Like come on, of course I could do it. Voop, my baby is so talented !”

Y/N swallowed her drink and said, “ I bet the man left without saying anything.”

“Of course not! What could he do ?”

Y/N straightened, her eyes bright. “Apologise first, then admit he was wrong with you and end it by giving you a raise.”

Mei bursted out laughing.

“If he was someone good, yes that’s what he would do. But we are so far from it. And you, how’s Gem Girl? Did her Highness break her nails this week?”

Mei knew about her friend’s problem. They fought together to find a solution but they found a dead end. The trap kept tightening around Y/N. The more she worked for Gem Girl, the more she was popular, and then influential.

The hero didn’t lie. She could destroy Y/N’s career. The sidekick saw how she talked with workers from the Commission. The people who were supposed to control the heroes’ actions. They would never believe Y/N over Gem Girl, not when the agency was with the hero.

“She wouldn’t risk anything. She is ranked 16, her head is too big to take any risk anymore.”

Mei didn’t laugh. She crossed her arms and her babies flew closer to her. Y/N had stopped singing.

“You should be ranked 16.” spoke her friend gently.

Y/N shrugged. She tried to not think about it.

“You know if you could come to my big presentation by the way ?” “No.”

The sidekick couldn’t lie, she didn’t have the energy to. She would never have the time. She turned toward her friend, her heart sore. ”I’m sorry Mei.”

“They still won’t give you a day off ?”

Mei wasn’t someone who got angry easily. But the situation was truly unfair. Y/N felt numb. Her days off were as rare as acknowledgement. For the three years she worked there, she never had either. They were lucky she never got hurt. What would they do without her?

“All the greatest heroes have days off !” grumbled Mei. ”Look at Deku, Endeavor, Hawks…”

“Right, but there’s a little difference. I’m a sidekick, not a hero.”

“You’re more like a tool rather than a sidekick…”

Y/N missed the time she went out with Mei, drinking and dancing. It felt like forever ago.

“I have something for you.” murmured the engineer.

Her friend gave her a peach-coloured envelope. Mei had a big grin, almost a crazy one. Y/N blinked when she recognized the logo. She wouldn’t have known what she had in her hands if the city wasn’t covered with their publicities. Mashika Risa couldn’t stop talking about it.

A Dream Match ticket.

“Mei…”

“I won it. And I’m offering it to you.”

“Mei I can’t…”

“Oh yes, you can! I’m not taking it back so you better use it !”

“I don’t have time for it, Mei.”

“We always have time to dream.”

The sidekick arched a brow. Using the company’s catchphrase shouldn’t count as an argument. Mei opened her phone to show her Dream Match’s website. She forced her to answer the one hundred and fifty questions to create her account. Then the girls looked at the large choice of dream propositions.

“How am I supposed to choose one? There is so much choice!”

CEO, fighter pilot, futuristic doctor, cursed royals, her eyes couldn’t stop on a picture.

“This is excellent,” exclaimed Mei. “They know marketing, I hope their tech is just as good. But according to the comments, it’s revolutionary.”

Y/N saw a picture with a castle and a dragon in the background. She clicked on it.

“Look! It’s like in the shojo we read in junior high!”

“The what?”

“You know, the Roses’ Ashes! It was about two kingdoms at war for a sacred mountain. The hero was from the West but he was banned !”

Mei watched her friend with her crazy yellow eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, but her pupils looked blurry. Her babies flew high, sometimes bumping against the ceiling while scanning every inch of Y/N’s apartment. The earth’s quirked girl rolled her eyes.

“The first kiss was during a meteor shower.”

“Yes! I remember! It was a good one I’ll admit.”

“You drooled on the hero’s abs.” Mocked the sidekick.

“And? I can appreciate fine art when I see it!” She retorted, fakely hurt.

Y/N chose this dream. It had been a very long time since she read it. But it has been memorable. Yeah, if she wanted a dream with her supposedly perfect match, it would be a story like this one.

Mei stood up and stretched. “Well, I’m going.”

“You don’t want to stay the night?” Proposed the host, not thrilled to have her friend walking at night.

“No, you need the sleep and I have Dynamight’s new gauntlets to finish before his visit… in three hours.”

Y/N smiled. Mei gave her a wink. Her babies flew by her sides, protectively. The door closed and the sidekick fell asleep.

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Bakugou was in his office, writing a new report while drinking coffee. He didn’t like it, he avoided it if he could. But today, he felt absolutely exhausted. So maybe a little couldn’t be so bad.

He made his fingers pop when he finished. His red eyes stared at his computer. His talk with Kirishima never really left his mind. The implication and the promise of rest lived in his thoughts.

Maybe he could just… Look at the website. For a ticket this expensive, they should be good. The blond was surprised when he discovered the website. He expected something shady that would pressure him to pay. It was the opposite. The homepage presented the company, and then their technology. All of this is to propose shared dreams with your dream match.

They showed some of their best sellers scenarios that didn’t look so bad. Crime solving, space travels, festive and romantic settings.

They had something for everyone. The coffee he was drinking seemed to be efficient because he felt very awake now. Without questioning his actions he clicked on the little rectangle to create his account. Once the ticket’s code was registered, he went face to face with a very long quiz.

It was a one hundred-and-fifty-question long quiz. Some were to type, some were boxes to check or even to rate on a scale. Bakugou spent more time than expected on this.

How would your friends describe you in five words?

Which characteristics do you wish your partner possessed?

What are your life goals?

And some much more intimate things that made him blush. If there wasn’t the little talking blop on the corner saying none of this information would be shared, he would never have answered. Knowing one of his closest friends did the quiz, did help. Cellophane had a few scandals during his career. But nothing about his kinks.

When he finally finished the quiz, he could choose his dream. He ended up scrolling the website through the tens of propositions without knowing what he wanted. What did he like? His whole life was about his dream to become the Number One Hero.

He asked himself if there was someone under Dynamight’s mask. He wore it more than his own face after all. This thought froze him with horror for a few seconds. He pushed it aside. Of course, he was someone!

To prove it, he clicked on the first picture that caught his eye. It was one of a dragon and a castle leading to fantasy dreams. Perfect, he thought. A knight story, it was exactly what he needed. There he would have a change of scene.

He thought about one of his favourite shoujo. He didn’t read it recently but the story was memorable. He particularly liked the redemption arc of the hero. The romance, while slow, really made the characters shine and showed how compatible they were.

He took a deep breath, feeling butterflies swirling in his stomach. It has been such a long time since he felt them. Fear followed. It was always behind when he stepped into the romantic field. The rejection, the expectations, the disappointment, the failure and the feeling of never being enough for the other…

He answered a new quiz, way shorter than the first. It was about little details in the dream that needed to be cleared. The blop pops up in the middle of the screen, smiling. It said his request would be processed quickly and they would contact him when they would find his partner.

Bakugou closed the computer, tensed. He thought he would feel relieved after doing it but no. Waiting was not liberating. He kept thinking about his answers, cringing at what he just did.

How many times do you think it is healthy to have sex in a relationship? Type your answer.

[What the hell is this question? I don’t know? As many times as agreed ?]

Maybe he should slow down on the coffee…

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rorywritessmut · 7 months

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You hate your asshole boss. So, after an interview you two decide to take something for a spin

Kinktober 2023: Hate Fucking

As usual, minors DNI. Please interact with this if you liked it ❤️❤️ Enjoy!

You hated Bakugou Katsuki. He was arrogant, entitled, and full of shit. You wouldn’t let him know he got under your skin, though. You knew that would boost his ego to know the super positive and happy person you were, hated him. He was also your boss. Being the number 2 hero was already inflating his ego. Always going on and on about his obsession with beating Deku.

You are a people pleaser. Even when that person is your self absorbed boss.

So, you spent every day of your life kissing Bakugou’s ass. “Yes sir” this and “Please, don’t, sir” that. You are his relations manager so trying to control him was a pain in your ass and was wearing on your patience. You begged your company to let you be Chargebolt’s assistant when he harassed the other way. You’d rather be flirted with than yelled at constantly for using your quirk.

Gentle Touch is the name of your quirk. This entailed that just a gentle touch could calm down the most anxious person. You were also in school to become a therapist for traumatized civilians after Villian attacks. You needed a job to pay for school and your company scooped you up and paired you with your current pain in the ass.

Your quirk was used often when it came to the explosive man that is Bakugou Katsuki. You took a lot of pride in showing him how to calm the fuck down from time to time. His gravelly voice telling you to quietly “Fuck off” would make your entire day better.

Today, you broke. Bakugou had an interview with some popular gossip channel and your quirk was all used up before the first 10 minutes of it. Bakugou was pissed about the interview and the two of you almost didn’t make it on the ride over to the building.

“So, Dynamight, any special ladies in your life?” The hostess leaned over and you got a good whiff of her perfume.

“Just this bitch right here.” Bakugou pointed a finger at you, “Keeps me in line and shit”

“Oh-ho-ho, you’re in a relationship with your relations manager?”

“No!” You quickly interjected, “He means that there are no women in his life other than the women he works with, respectfully.” You always did this. You always had to clean up his crass language to keep the gossip media out of his business. Frankly, you were sick of it.

“Yeah, whatever she said.” He crossed his arms aaaand he was gone. While he was physically there, he was emotionally gone. This usually meant that you were going to be stuck answering his questions.

“Not even your mom?” The hostess teases.

“That hag-”

“No, Dynamight loves his mother very much.” You physically put your hand on his shoulder, signaling him to shut up.

“Ah, you two seem close. Tell me about yourself, oh great Relations Manager.”

“I have a useful quirk that calms Dynamight down so I was hired to keep him in line.” You regret saying that when the hostess raises her eyebrow.

“I see, so, you keep him in line and he pays your way through school? Sounds like a sugar daddy exchange to me.” She sneers, how did she know you went to school and that Bakugou paid for it??

“Listen,” Bakugou growls but you make a low sound.

“Ma’am, my desire to go to school has nothing to do with Bak-Dynamight,” You take a deep breath in, “I am just his relations manager.”

“A bitch too.” Bakugou sneers at you, narrowing his ruby red eyes at you.

“Looks like we have an enemies to lovers situation-ship!” The hostess is covering her mouth as you stare at Bakugou.

His lips quirked ever so slightly at the sight of your rigid body. You wanted nothing more than to walk off set and never see him again. Every damn time your relationship came up, Bakugou’s answers became more and more vague making it seem like you two actually engaged with each other beyond work.

“I’m done.” You clipped off your mic set, threw it on the ground, and stormed off.

You could hear Bakugou right behind you, stomping through the corridor. He called your name a few times and you felt tears come to your eyes. This job was ruining your life, if you were being honest.

“You’re not done.” Bakugou snapped and grabbed your wrist. You were brought back to reality.

“Get.Off.Me”

“No”

“Bakugou Katsuki, I am done with this job. I went on two dates with a guy and when I asked why he ghosted me later it was because he didn’t want to be involved with “Dynamight’s Girl,” what the hell does that even mean?!” You’re pushing on h8is chest with your finger, getting up in his face.

“It’s because you are my girl,” He sneers and corners you in the hallway. His arms are on both sides of you, trapping you.

“Since when?!” You’re looking up at him now.

“Since you first used your quirk on me”

“You don’t even know me” You push him with both hands and storm to your dressing room.

Of course, he follows you into the room and locks the door behind him. He stalks towards you, something unreadable behind his eyes. You back away from him until the back of your legs hits the desk behind you. You’re reminded of why you hate him so much. Of course he thinks you belong to him. He thought he was entitled to everybody around him.

“Listen to me,” He starts but you’re not having it.

“No! I am done working for you, I’ll find a different job and get myself through school.”

“No, you won’t,” He grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him. He pulls said wrist to his lips and kisses it. Never once did he break eye contact with you. You’re left speechless at his actions. “Now, quit being a brat.”

“Stop telling me what to do!” You scream and trash against him. “I don’t like you. I hate you” Venom laces your voice and you see something dark in Bakugou’s eyes.

He takes off his mask and ear pieces with one hand. He tightens his grip on your wrist and he pulls you impossibly closer. He leans in and licks a stripe from your collarbone to the shell of your ear.

“You hate me?”

“Yes, I hate you so much.” You whisper, closing your eyes. You’re losing control of yourself and you can feel your sex dripping with sudden need. Sudden need for your asshole of a boss.

“I can smell you, you know, dripping with desire,” he whispers in your ear, “I want you to turn around, pretty girl.” You stay put. When Bakugou notices your disobedience, he grabs your shoulders and turns you around.

Now, you’re looking into your eyes in the Vanity. You flicker your eyes up to Bakugou who has a Cheshire grin on his face. Your chest is tight and your thoughts are running a million miles a minute. It’s obvious from the way he’s tracing lines along your bicep, that he’s not going to hurt you. You can’t help the sudden feeling of dread and desire pooling in your stomach.

“Now, quit being a brat and listen to me,” He’s talking to your reflection in the mirror, “I always get what I want. What I want is to fuck you until you’re a blubbering mess.” You swallow something thick.

“Bakugou-”

“Katsuki. If you’re going to be my little fuck, at least call me by my first name.” Bakugou coos and runs a finger down your neck and along your collarbone.

“No. I fucking hate you, I won’t call you anything.”

“What happened to Yes Sir?” Bakugou teases.

You look at his reflection and suddenly he’s gagging you with his pointer and middle finger. Your eyes go wide and you can’t find it to be scared. Instead, you’re insanely turned on and pissed off. You bite down on his fingers and he jerks them out of your mouth. The asshole grabs your jaw and forces your hips against the vanity. You can feel his erection against your back.

“Bitch.” He sneers and you smile at the name calling. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I am a man, though, I want to fuck you.”

You contemplate for a second, did you want this? The traitor between your thighs begged for him to fulfill his promise. Your brain though:? It was still unsure of what it wanted right now. Suddenly, you felt a tapping sensation on your temple. You looked at Bakugou and saw it was him tapping on your head.

“Don’t think too much. Just go with your gut.” Easy for him to say, your guts wanted rearranged. Slowly, you nodded your head.

“I warned you.”

“I’m going to tell you this won’t happen again,” You sneered at him. “You’re probably a pathetic fuck anyways.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.” You snorted at that remark.

With all this tension, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror again. You grab onto the vanity and prepare for the worst dicking you’ve gotten in a while.

“I am going to tell you one time and one time only, keep your eyes on the reflection in the mirror.” You quirk an eyebrow as he begins to disappear behind you.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing your skirt above your hips. You try to crane your head back but you receive a swift slap to the ass. You yelp and turn your attention back to your mirror image. Bakugou makes haste by pulling down your underwear. He groans at the aroma of your gushing arousal.

You’re not prepared for him to lick from your clit to your asshole. A moan escapes from your plush lips and you feel your face heat up at the sound. Grabbing onto vanity with a vice grip, you’re prepared for the second lick. Bakugou doesn’t spend much time assaulting your clit from this position. Instead, he opts to tongue fucking the apex between your thighs. You try to not let his pride swell by wantonly moaning every time he hits something right. Which happens to be a lot.

Bakugou taps your ass cheek and teases your lips with his fingers. Is he asking for permission to finger fuck you? You make a whining sound to confirm that you need something inside of you.

“Good girl,” He praises and plunges his fingers past your labia.

“Fuck” You curse.

You can feel him smile against your sex as he slowly inches towards your tight hole with his tongue. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers curling inside your spongy canal and the assault on your asshole. Moaning his name, you look at your face and you’re surprised at the look that’s there. Your lips are torn from biting them to keep the sounds to a minimum. Your eyes have tears brimming in the corners. Bakugou continues to lick and thrust, driving you mad.

“Please,” you beg, “Please fuck me.” You can’t believe you are actually begging him to fuck you. The very man you hated so much.

“Have you been good enough? Want to see yourself fucked out of your mind? Bakugou stands and grabs your jaw. You nod your head with the little movement you’re allowed. You hear Bakugou shed the rest of his hero attire but you don’t dare turn to look at him.

“Hurry,” you plead.

Bakugou wastes little time in lining up with your entrance and beginning at a brutal pace. Letting out a strew of curse words, you let out a long drawn out moan. Using a staccato beat, Bakugou grips onto your hips to lift you up off the floor and changes the angles. He sets yet another brutal pace and you drop your head in pleasure. Bakugou slides out and pulls your hair by the scalp, making you look at yourself.

“I said to keep looking,” He growls out and you lazily look up at your image in the mirror.

You’re definitely fucked out of your mind. Your hair is disheveled and saliva runs down your chin. Your breasts have come out of your bra and shirt, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Bakugou hums in your ear and slides back in. He thrusts and thrusts until you’re almost screaming in unison with them. There’s a tension building in your core that is threatening to snap. You grip the vanity as hard you can before your tipping point is reached.

“Katsuki,” You cry, “I’m coming.”

“Fuck, me too.” He grunts and you’re both moaning as you come down from your high.

Everything is silent as you clean up, head out, and go your separate ways. You leave in the same car but never say a word to each other. Soon, you’re home and you pass out from exhaustion.

The next day? Well, gossip gets around quick.

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houseoftulips · 2 years

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IKEA Furniture Vs. Bakugo | K. Bakugo

feat. ~ time skip bakugo x reader

about ~ literally bakugo fighting for his life trying to put together IKEA furniture because most of us understand how painful it can be

content warning ~ pure fluff with swearing, any comments regarding IKEA furniture are what I've heard from my boyfriend LMFAO (he hates their furniture)

note ~ not completely proof read

There are so many reasons why you love Bakugo Katsuki...

His strong-willed personality, his ability to act on things without a second thought to save the people of Japan, his rather strong bonded love with spicy food that he's been making you build a tolerance for, and even the fact that he activates his Quirk to show off how frustrated he is.

And that last reason is nearing very quickly...

Because he feels like he's facing his biggest battle yet - him versus IKEA fucking furniture. By all the living and dead Gods, he doesn't understand how a simple drawer, desk, and bedframe could quite literally test his patience. He's never heard of IKEA till he met you because your previous apartment was invested with their furniture. But what he did understand is how cheap it is compared to other stores/brands.

So, when you guys bought your first apartment together, he didn't care about where the furniture came from because it's just fucking furniture. That's all you hear from him for the past two hours is him muttering "it's just fucking furniture. why is it so hard??"

He genuinely could not put together a simple bedframe. Earlier he barely put the drawer and desk together but god fucking forbid this bed frame just had to be the one you picked to be his villain for the day.

You try to hold in your giggles as you watch him get pushed to the end of the rather annoying cliff of white wood that wouldn't screw together. "Babe," you smile as you bite your bottom lip to stop your laughs, "Let me-"

"Like hell, I'd let you help me, woman," he grumbled with both of his eyes twitching in growing anger. "How in the living hell did you put this together??"

"I had help from my dad and I hired the IKEA delivers guys to put together the bigger furniture," you smile as you sit next to him on the floor. You kissed his shoulder as you hear him grumble incoherent words that made your sweet laugh slip from your lips. "Suki, just take a break," you cooed to him.

"Fuck no,' he said straight out, "I'm getting this stupid shit done. Like I'd ever let some pieces of wood stop me from doing shit!"

You sighed with a smile hearing his excessive curse words - which is another reason why you love him.

Then another two hours have gone by and he has yet to come out of your shared bedroom with a finished bed frame. More than every-so-often, you'd hear an aggressive toss of the wood pieces being thrown god knows where or him cussing out the screw locks not fitting in the hole.

"Stupid piece of fake metal!"

"Stupid fucking fake wood!"

"Damn instructions not makin' any sense!"

"Fuckin' screw! Where the fuck did you go this time?!"

"Damn Swedes makin' shit harder than it needs to be"

You were in the kitchen putting a snack together for him to see if it'll calm him down but lo-and-behold you hear his iconic loud and ruling voice from down the hall.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF USELESS SCREW!! WHY WON'T YOU JUST GO IN??" he yells, threatening to shake off the pictures from the walls. "THIS STUPID ASS SWEDISH FURNITURE!!" he yells out again.

Then you hear it. His frustration explosion goes off in the house. You sigh with a smile because you genuinely think it's funny to get a reaction out of him from pieces of wood. You slowly walk over to the bedroom and see him laying on the floor like a starfish with the once less than half-done bed frame in smithereens.

Upon hearing your footsteps Bakugo beats you from saying anything, "Those Swedes were askin' for trouble," he mumbles.

You laugh and plop yourself on his stomach which he is quick to hold onto your thigh with his calloused and warm hands. "You're being dramatic," you giggle making him scowl at you, "Now we have to get-"

"Fuck no," he interrupts, "No, we are not getting another Swedish fucking furniture ever again. We'll just have to sleep only on the mattress for the rest of our lives."

"Noooo," you complain playfully, "Just hire the delivery guys to put it together."

"I'd rather do that shit all over again than let some random extras do it for me," he says back before letting out an overdramatic sigh, "Fucking fine. Let's go back for another one."

"Yay!" you cheer as he wraps his arms around you and effortlessly gets up from the ground with you tangled in his body.

"But that's it. We're not gonna get anythin' else," he says as he walks towards to front door, "And no fake plants either!"

You pout as you pull away slightly to look at his face. "Why," you drag out.

Bakugo steals a kiss from you and smiles softly as he looks at you. "Because they're not fucking real," he mumbles against your lips.

"Whatever," you pout, "But if I find another piece of furniture we're getting it."

"Over my dead body that I'd let fucking IKEA get the best of me again!"

I'm thinking of making this a series with other anime characters or just MHA men

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serotonins-stuff · 1 year

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Hurt | K. Bakugo

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gn!reader

Sypnosis: You were badly injured during a mission and landed in a coma. Bakugo has been by your side till the moment you woke up, and is currently taking care of you.

Warnings: angst, mentions of near death, mentions of hospital.

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You sigh loudly as you walk into your home. The air tense as Bakugo carried your luggage from the car into the house.

You had just came back from a long stay at the hospital, in a short coma for your careless mistake during a mission.

Bakugo hasn't had a conversation with you since you became conscious. He's just been giving nods and short responses, almost like he was avoiding talking to you at all. Was he angry that you put your life on the line during that mission?

The fact that he wasn't letting you do anything yourself started to irritate you too. You couldn't even lift your luggage without him grabbing it from you and mumbling something like "You'll get hurt"

You felt guilty for everything of course. Especially when you found out he's been by your bedside ever since you were admitted. During that time he wasn't taking care of himself either. You could tell from his eyebags and pale skin.

You sigh audibly, strolling into the house while Bakugo brought the luggage behind you. The air was so tense you could almost see it.

He strolls over to the kitchen pulling out 2 already-made dinners considering it was too late to cook anything.

"I'm not hungry" you voiced softly, walking past him and towards the stairs.

Not before he stopped right in front of you, blocking your path. "You're going to eat" he asserted.

"I said that I'm not hungry" you said with more emphasis, bubbling with anger by the minute as you tried to push past him but he didn't budge.

"And I wasn't asking" he outstretched the warm food towards you.

"Why are you being like this?" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Everything's ok so I don't understa-"

"It's not ok!" Katsuki snapped. For a moment everything was silent, except for the clattering utensils on the marble floor. The food he had warmed earlier was now scattered across the ground.

His chest was heaving slightly and you could tell he was agitated. Both of you kept eye contact, waiting for someone to make the first move.

"I was the one who carried your bloody body to the hospital" he started lowly, his Addams apple shifting uncomfortably.

"I was the one-" he pointed a finger roughly to his chest "Who felt you go limp in my arms"

He looked away from you, and you saw the shimmer of his eyes. Tears threatening to pool out of them but he held back. "I saw you die"

"I'm right here Katsuki" you inched closer to him pulling his muscular body into a hug.

He was shaking violently, his arms stiff and heart thumping wildly.

You caressed his back soothingly, trying to hold back your tears as you realized how difficult this must've been for him. Watching you on a hospital bed every wondering if you're even going to make it.

He took another deep breath, to prepare for what he was about to say. Tears were falling freely from his face. He held onto you like his life depended on it. Like if he let go he'd lose you again.

"Your heart...it stopped" his voice broke and your chest pained at that. "The doctors almost weren't able to bring you back"

He couldn't even bring himself to look at you, because every time he did, the image of various wires and tubes through your body came to mind.

His knees buckled and you held onto him when they reached the floor. " You were put on a ventilator and I thought you weren't going to -" he paused tears finally pouring out his eyes as you held him. He buried his face into your shoulder, his body trembling from his sobs.

"Hey," you said softly holding his cheek and wiping his tears "I'm right here ok?"

For the past few weeks this had been killing him on the inside. The thought that you weren't going to make it. The doctors were constantly telling him that you're heart was too weak and you weren't going to wake up.

He'd always yell at them and order them to do everything they could to save you. He'd cry at your bedside, holding onto your hand wishing you'd just wake up.

"I'm not going anywhere" you choked on a cry "I promise"

Tears flowed down your cheeks and you held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles onto his back while he sobbed. He held you even closer, the feeling of your warmth bringing him at ease. The feeling of your reassurance putting his mind at rest.

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90s-belladonna · 1 year

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would it be okay to request Bakugou's reacting to another hero trying to recruit his assistant who he has a crush on? I need a jealous Kacchan

Explosive Disposition: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

I apologize in advance if it isn't the best, I still have terrible writer's block but I've got you anon!

word count: 3992

He doesn’t know when it happened but he couldn’t stop thinking about you whenever his mind happened to have a free second away from his hero work. He figured it was just that he found you funny or that he was beginning to appreciate all you did for him. However, deep down he knew that something had shifted as he had always been appreciative of your work since he hated filling out paperwork for the cases he solved, yet you did it for him without a single complaint. No, perhaps it was that he was finally becoming aware of his feelings, feelings that had always been there.

“and then (name) said ‘Dynamight doesn’t answer any stupid questions so before you open your mouths ask yourselves if your question is stupid. If you doubt it even a little do yourself a favor and just keep it moving because it won’t get answered today.’ It was hilarious! The reporters were trembling after that.” Kirishima lets out a chuckle as he recalls the events from that morning’s press conference. Their agency had just solved a huge case involving a criminal organization, and naturally, the media had a lot of questions. However, as Katsuki’s assistant, your main task was to constantly shield him from anything that could set him off to avoid a PR nightmare.

You honestly didn’t mind the responsibilities that came with the job, you appreciated that Bakugo didn’t feel the need to put on a fake persona for the media just to come off as more likable, and you agreed that a lot of the questions they asked heroes were useless and unimportant. You quickly adapted to working with someone like Bakugo as both of your personalities were very similar, the key difference being that you were a very direct person who could communicate your thoughts and feelings easily and professionally.

You were fond of Bakugo. Most of the tasks in your old job consisted of helping sleazy businessmen lie to their wives and cover up secret families and affairs, so working for someone as brutally honest as Bakugo was a breath of fresh air. When you finally had enough and decided you didn’t want to waste your degree working for shitty people with even shittier morals you got the email notification that they were accepting applications for administrative positions at a hero agency that was about to open up, and that’s how you ended up working for Dynamight. You quickly adapted to the explosion hero’s even more explosive attitude, and you’d be lying if you said the way he carries himself didn’t amuse you.

While you could remain cool as a cucumber in stressful situations, Katsuki on the other hand was undoubtedly a hothead. While he likes to think he’s direct and honest with his thoughts, everyone knows that couldn’t be further from the truth. You enjoyed the job though, you got to come off as “Dynamight’s bitchy assistant” which came with a lot of power and respect, and that reputation kept people from approaching Bakugo with any stupid questions or comments knowing they’d have to deal with you and your attitude. You were the number one hero’s shield and everyone who knew Bakugo knew that much was true. Every action you took was meant to advocate for him and keep him in his comfort zone so that any useless interruptions wouldn’t affect his hero work.

“Oi idiot! Enough gossiping with your girlfriend we’re here for my issue!” Bakugo grumbled as he glared at his friend-turned-business partner. “Yeah, Yeah, honestly what can we even do anyway? The dude is untouchable. He’s the commission’s golden boy.” the redhead head argued before taking a bite of his food. “I can tell him off that’s what I can do. Call him out on national television. That’ll show that shitty knockoff.” Bakugo was fuming. He put a lot of work into developing his brand so for some nobody to come and rip it off, that truly pissed him off.

“No. It wouldn’t be a good look for the number one to bash another hero in front of the media like that.” Tsubaki argued, she was the head public relations agent for the agency and had made it a point that both heroes, especially Bakugo, ran everything by her. “WHAT THE HELL THEN? THAT ASSHOLE NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON! OR FIVE!” the blonde yelled causing everyone in the restaurant to look his way, only to quickly look away the second he slammed his hands on the table. “Relax. I have a better option for you. We can always have an anonymous digital team spread info online with enough proof to back it up about how he’s trying to copy you. Reputation is everything for a hero and this will ruin his. The bonus side is it won’t get back to you so it’s a win-win situation.” the raven-haired girl suggested with a smirk.

Bakugo couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “That’s a coward’s way of handling shit.” is all the blonde let out. “Well, then we’re back to square one where you can’t do anything about it. He’s a prodigy and has the hero commission’s full backing. I mean come on it’s obvious they’re trying to have the kid kick you out of your number one spot.” Tsubaki argued, however, the blonde could not be reasoned with. “She’s right bakubro. They’re turning that guy into the general public-friendly version of you. I mean he started off as a wannabe hawks like a year ago, and now he’s changing every aspect of himself to mimic you. This needs to be dealt with quickly and efficiently.” The redhead tried to reason. Bakugo knew the two were right, which only served to piss him off more.

“This is bullshit.” was all the explosion hero had to say regarding the situation. He hated feeling helpless. It pissed him off. “Hey I know you and (name) are roommates but please don’t let this get back to her. You know she goes into rage mode whenever someone pisses Bakubro off.” Kirishima pleaded with the tall woman sitting next to him. “Don’t worry. I keep client info confidential. Plus (name) isn’t much of a gossip, she doesn’t take her work home. It’s very much out of sight out of mind with that girl. God I love her, she’s so chill!” Tsubaki couldn’t help but gush about her friend, it wasn’t every day that someone so effortlessly cool befriended someone as wild and hyper as her.

Bakugo couldn’t help but let his mind wander off to you, a small sense of peace passed through him at the thought of you being so protective over him. The truth is he didn’t need anyone to protect him, never had and never would, but he couldn’t lie to himself and say there wasn’t a strange feeling in his body that came with being cared for by someone. Even if it was just your job to do so, it strangely comforted him to know that someone had his back without question or hesitation.

“I don’t know if chill is the word I’d use to describe her, but she’s definitely a joy to have around the office.” Kirishima chuckled as he began to remember all the different times you had gone off on someone for trespassing on Bakugo’s personal space. The blonde can’t help but notice the doe eyes the taller woman gives his friend. “I know I requested the lunch meeting… but why do I feel like I just got tricked into paying for one of your dates.” He asked out loud as he observed the couple scoot closer to one another. “Maybe because you are!” teased the ravenette with a giggle following closely behind. He refused to show it but he was glad his friend had found someone that made him so happy. “Whatever.” he managed to grit out as he rolled his eyes and reached for his drink.

“All jokes aside, we do need to deal with this issue. That dude is just awful.” Kirishima stated, this made the explosive boy’s crimson eyes go wide. “See! Even shitty hair hates him, and he stupidly likes everyone!” Katsuki spoke, a delighted tone in his voice as he felt vindicated in his opinion of the up and coming younger hero. “Well, he certainly makes it hard to be on his side with that fake personality he puts on.” Kirishima explained. “I’ve been saying this shit for the last month, but neither of you idiots ever listen.” the blonde grumbled, only to be shot down by the public relations expert. “yeah well you hate everyone soo…”

A few days had passed since the meeting with Tsubaki and Kirishima, not much had progressed regarding the issue of his copy cat so he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong. “You need to relax. It’s your day off. What good will you do the public if you’re always on edge?” Katsuki had been invited to, well more like forced, to attend a beach day with Shoto and Sero. “I’M ALWAYS RELAXED FLAT FACE!” the blonde fumed at his raven-haired friend. “sure you are big guy.” Sero quickly dismissed his friend’s uncontrolled temper knowing there was nothing he could do to diffuse him when angry. “Perhaps you should join us for a swim. Water can be very calming, it might help you forget about what’s causing you grievance.” a tired set of blue and grey eyes met his crimson ones, he always hated how the heterochromatic boy could tell when something was upsetting him.

“I’ll forget about it when bitchass Dynamic is buried six feet under.” he managed to grumble, this caused Shoto to hum in understanding. “I can see why his existence would upset you. Dynamic doesn’t come off as sincere, His energy seems brittle, as if he’s wearing a mask that could fall apart and crumble at any second. I would assume that factor paired with his attempt to mimic your personal fashion style as well as his rapid rise in the hero charts would only upset you more.” Sero watched in awe at how effortlessly the fire and ice hero was able to decipher Bakugo’s thoughts. “Tsk. I worry about you half and half. You’re becoming perceptive in your old age.” The blonde’s comment had Shoto perplexed. “So swimming?” Sero asked again in an attempt to move the conversation along, he was well aware that left to their own devices his two socially awkward friends would just sit there staring at each other in silence. “I’m not getting my hair wet.” “Oh right.” were answered simultaneously.

It had been about twenty minutes since the other two boys had gone out to swim. As much as he hated to admit it Sero was right, Katsuki had managed to relax a bit as he sunbathed and read his most recent favorite book. He had caught a lucky break as not many people recognized him when he was out of costume, his wearing sunglasses certainly helped with that too. It was looking like it was about to be a great day off away from work and all the worries that came with being a pro hero. That’s until his nose caught wind of a familiar sugary strawberry scent, he knew that perfume anywhere. Sure enough, within seconds your friend and you had settled in a spot in front and to the left of the spot Shoto had chosen for his group. The placement was perfect so that Katsuki didn’t have to outright turn just to look your way, and you wouldn’t be able to notice he was even there unless you looked back long enough.

“Are you sure you don’t want to swim with me? It’ll be fun!” Asked a girl with pink hair, who Katsuki could only assume was your friend. “You’re lucky I agreed to come at all,” you spoke as you pulled a book and a bottle of sunscreen out of your weekender bag. “I’ll be fine, you enjoy yourself okay.” goosebumps covered Katsuki’s arms, a reaction to how sweet your voice was. He watched as your friend walked towards the water as you laid a towel on your chair and began putting on sunscreen. Being vigilant over you was like second nature to him, he didn’t even have to think about what he was doing, he just knew he had to make sure you were safe. After a few minutes, his brain accepted that no one was going to come to harm you, he could accept that you were at least safe enough to where he could go back to focusing on his book. As the minutes passed Katsuki felt himself relax. He didn’t want to assume anything, but something in the back of his mind was telling him his zen state was due to the proximity to you. He could feel his eyelashes fluttering shut and his vision becoming blurry. After such a stressful day he finally felt relaxed. Something about your presence brought him a comfort he’d never experienced before.

About twenty minutes passed and the blonde hero was suddenly woken up, it was like his mind could sense you were upset. “it’s literally my day off, and I hate when grimy bastards bother me so fuck off.” your tone was not the usual bored tone you used on people you didn’t care for, instead it was a vexing one. This shift in you caused him to look over at who had you so exasperated just for it to be the one asshole who’d had him annoyed all week. “Look all I’m saying is why stay with a barbarian like Dynamight when you could be working for the next number-one hero?” The man said with a dastardly smirk. The blonde had to hold himself back from interrupting the conversation, you weren’t in any immediate danger and he would only prove the copycat right if he were to punch him for offering you a job. “and why the hell would I stop working for the number one hero in the country just to work for a loser like you?” You didn’t expect a response, you were hoping he could read social cues and notice the disgusted look you were giving him. However, you were far too optimistic.

“I’m so glad you asked! First of all, I can double whatever you’re making working for that… guy, and you would get to help build me from the ground up as the greatest hero in the country. Isn’t that far more fulfilling than doing busy work from a terrible boss?” Katsuki hated him. He hated his audacity, he hated his face, he hated the terrible blonde dye job on his hair, he hated his shitty voice, and most of all he hated everything he was offering you. HR will eat me alive if I interrupt him… But I’m dying to punch that bastard. “Terrible boss? Who told you all that? More importantly how the hell did you track me down? We’ve literally never once spoken but let me make one thing clear. I will never and I mean NEVER choose you over Dynamight as a boss. I rather gouge my eyes out than have to listen to your infuriating voice ever again. This is why Bakugo is the number one. He actually cares about his work instead of running around trying to put on a fake image like you do. He’s the number one hero because he deserves it, he put in the hard work to earn that title. Now leave me the hell alone because I have no interest in working for an idiot like you.” To say he was shocked would be an understatement, it was obvious no one had ever spoken to the hero hopeful like that, and to rub salt into the wound everyone around the area was now snickering at the public rejection. Bakugo was also taken aback, he knew you had his back during working hours but to see you respected him enough to also have his back in your free time, that was a different development entirely.

Embarrassment aside, the up-and-coming hero had a mission to complete. He had to take you away from Bakugo. He had to take everything that made him who he is as a hero. So he resorted to the only option he had left. “Well, how about a date then?” Your face instantly gave away your abhorrence for even the suggestion of a date with such a clown. The younger hero’s audacity had Bakugo seeing red, his blood boiling, and every vein in his body popping through. “ew. stay away from me you damn loser.” you nonchalantly let out as you looked down in an attempt to pick up the book you had been reading which you accidentally dropped when the fake blonde approached you. You thought that was the end of it and that he would walk away soon only to be forced to look back up once more when you heard a loud smack. “WHAT PART OF STAYING AWAY FROM HER DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND IDIOT?!!?”

Your (color) eyes instantly met crimson ones. You didn’t even get enough time to process what was happening as you looked down at Bakugo’s hand only to see it grabbing Dynamic’s wrist. The younger hero couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, almost as if he had realized he’d committed a great mistake and was trying to play it cool to avoid further embarrassment. “We were just talking. I wanted her attention is all, we were planning a date before you intruded.” “Ew, as if I would ever date someone with a bad dye job and no skincare routine.” you absentmindedly let out. “You heard her. You weren’t planning shit so fuck off!” the blonde growled as he let the younger man’s wrist go and stood protectively in front of you. Dynamic clicked his tongue and put on yet another irritating smile. “Whatever. We’ll discuss our date later cupcake.” he spoke before dashing away so as to not further piss off Bakugo. “NO. YOU’RE STAYING THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” The blonde yelled after the obnoxious man while you cringed at the fact that someone had dared to call you cupcake of all things.

You instinctively grabbed Katsuki’s wrist when you noticed his quirk beginning to activate. “He’s gone. It’s okay.” was all you needed to say, your soothing voice mellowing his explosive disposition. The blonde let out a huff before visibly relaxing, you took this as your chance to address him. “You sure take your job seriously huh? Coming to my rescue on your day off and all.” You snickered in an attempt to lighten the mood. “You wouldn’t need saving if you weren’t out finding trouble. Damn brat.” was all the blonde could manage to respond, he was well aware that he was being a dick in an attempt to keep you from noticing the blush beginning to dust his cheeks. “Who would’ve thought Dynamight was such a big softie? Protecting his sweet angel of an assistant from an awful man. The public would swoon!” You teased wanting to see just how far you could push your luck with the explosive boy.

“I’m territorial is all.” His voice was gruff, and he had a stern look in his eyes, almost like he was saying exactly what he was thinking for once. “I don’t like idiots imposing on what I consider mine.” Bakugo’s confession left you perplexed. You didn’t want to assume he meant his words to be interpreted romantically so you opted for attempting to diffuse the situation. “Yeah? I mean I can understand why, what would you do without me? I’m the best, a very efficient assistant if I do say so myself.” You spoke with a giggle, however, your heart betrayed you by acting on its own. The beating was completely out of control, as if it were running a marathon with no end in sight. His crimson eyes searched yours, as if your eyes could tell him what you were thinking or what you were attempting to do. After a few seconds when he felt like he was caught on he finally decided to speak. “Well, you don’t suck.” With that, he decided to walk back to his spot. You watched as he picked up his book and continued to read as if nothing had transpired, as if his words and his gaze hadn’t just set something inside you ablaze.

Two days later you were back at work. Your days off did nothing to help you relax, rather they had your mind in shambles as you thought through every possible scenario that could’ve happened had you responded to Bakugo differently that day at the beach. It doesn’t matter anymore. I just need to focus on work, I’m probably just imagining things. There’s no way he could… He would never think of me that way. You had never considered Bakugo as a romantic prospect before, however ever since he protected you, you’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind.

”Pro hero Dynamic has just announced his new official colors as orange and black! He also tells his fans to stay on the lookout for a new costume he will debut later this month incorporating his new colors!” The mention of the annoying man from a few days earlier caused you to look at the screen which typically had the news playing all day at the agency. Sure enough, it was a reporter standing next to the fake blonde, he had styled his hair in a spiked manner, which was a big difference compared to the slicked-back style he had at the beach. You couldn’t help but feel disgusted as you watched the man smile on the tv as if he wasn’t a complete and utter sleaze bag. “Ugh. I hate that guy.” Both you and a gruff voice said at the same time.

You turned towards the door only to be met with none other than Dynamight. “You’re very cat-like these days. I didn’t even hear you coming, maybe we should get you a bell.” You joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Try it and you die brat!” He joked back in a crude tone causing you to shrug as you gave him a mischievous smile. Something had shifted ever since your last conversation and you both knew if. It was an unspoken thing. Bakugo felt bare as if the walls he’d spent years building were slowly crumbling. “By the way… you should have the marketing team sue him. He’s clearly trying to profit off of your image. It’s creepy. You should crush his aspirations.” you let out as he began to walk toward his office. His eyes went wide at your comment. “I knew you’d understand… And that you’d have a solution that wasn’t stupid.” His comment had you lifting a brow making you wonder if perhaps he was already aware of the situation.

The pro hero turned your way and examined how your eyes looked at him as if you knew what went on in his soul. “If something or anyone bothers you… tell me. I don’t care how insignificant you think it is, you have to tell me. I’ll come to rescue you. I’ll protect you.” His voice was soft, unlike his usual tone, but he wasn’t asking. It was clearly a command. You weren’t sure how you should respond so you just nodded. Eventually whatever you two had going on would have to be addressed, but for now, the unspoken tension was all either of you could realistically handle. It wasn’t like either of you could read minds, and yet you understood each other perfectly. Both of you also understood the only obstacle keeping you apart was a fear of rejection, on both ends.

☆ Master List

☆ Oneshots

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Bakugou Katsuki Edition)

*Implied the Reader is on the heavier side. You can leave it up to your own interpretation of it. *

There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It was juicy gossip and pure drama. There are two groups separated from one another. There is always shit hitting the fan.

This week's episode was Pro Hero Dynamight making headlines and fans tweeting on Twitter as the episode was aired. It was

The official account of Pro Hero Dynamight has liked fan edits of his wife with the SWING SWING SWING Audio.

#thegirlsarefighting #season2ofproheroeswives

DynaFan0123 tweeted Not Rika, the fashion designer trying to body shame [Name] during the pool challenge to only get humbled later. EMBARRASSING *Meme attached to tweet*

Earjackfan#01: [Name] left no crumbles behind.

It was clips of Pro Hero Dynamight's wife in a swimsuit swiping the floor of another Pro Hero wife, Rika. It was a battle stick challenge of trying to knock your opponent while standing on a pillar. It gets harder to not slip while wet. There are 3 rounds with a cycle of a fight.

Rika was knocked out of the pillar shamelessly and didn't even last a minute with you. It was embarrassing compared to everyone else who was doing it minimum lasted 3 minutes. You let her swing at you and fake out of falling off to only get smacked harshly to lose balance. It was the look in your eyes that were too similar grin of your husband across your face. She had no chance of winning because you didn't even give her a chance to do after the first round.

The other challenge was to feature the spiciest sauces across the nation. You were chosen for your team because of your relationship with Dynamight. The pro hero has his own restaurant being the number one spot for having the hottest, spiciest dishes that left the food critic having to buy a gallon of milk. He had also released his own line of the spiciest hottest sauces earlier this year.

Rika was again your opponent who was trying to redeem themselves after embarrassing themselves to only do it again. She challenges you to take on the spiciest sauce of wings to handle with grace. She couldn't handle it. She was dying, turning like a tomato, and coughing.

It had become a meme throughout the internet. Rika's reaction to the wings. You serve her a cup of milk with a smile, "Too spicy for you?"

You also mentioned one of Dynamight's sauces, "Crybaby is better than this." "Crybaby Sauce is better than this. It's spicy, but not spicy enough for me. I

You accidentally caused a trend to happen while making the restaurant blow up in popularity. People want to buy that certain sauce to try it themselves.

OfficalChargebolt tweeted: Rika was doomed from the beginning. [Name] is married to a man with a tongue of steel. *Attaches the classic meme of Pro Hero Dynamight's unbothered face next to Pro Hero Shoto and Deku is struggling to handle the spiciest.*

*Attaches another one of the unsatisfied faces of Pro Hero Dynamight with subtitles on, "I am disappointed." meanwhile in the background Pro Hero Deku is having a coughing fit on the ground, and Pro Hero Shoto chugging down a gallon of milk*

OfficalDynamight tweets underneath a thread of a meme, mentioning Crybaby is better the following: *attached link to crybaby sauce.* Leave me alone.

Pro Hero Deku Edition

Pro Hero Shoto Edition

Pro Hero Red Riot Edition

Pro Hero Eraserhead Edition

Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition

Pro Hero Mindjack Edition

Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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It’s said that love conquers all. Brings strong men down to their knees, tears down cities in hours, sets fire to everything someone believes in.

And Bakugou is no exception.

It’s how he ends up with his face smashed into the concrete, blood trickling from the gashes on his face, one eye swollen shut from taking hit after hit.

His hands are tied behind his back, concrete surrounding his palms, thick enough that he’d most likely blow his fingers off if he tried to use his quirk. There’s nothing to stop his fall when his balance gives out and he tips forward, choked gasps and silent pleas falling from his cracked lips.

And there you are, only a few feet away, face turned away so you don’t have to watch the carnage.

You know it’s your fault. You know you got too close, let him get too close. It was never the plan to fall in love with the hero you were sent to take down.

But here you were.

He shouldn’t have followed you. You’d warned him against it when you’d ended things, warned him he didn’t know you. But Bakugou wasn’t known for following orders.

He was known for following his heart and in that moment, it had called out for you even as you’d turned away from him.

And while that stubbornness had led him right to you like he wanted, he had no way of knowing that you’d be the death of him.

#Bakugou angst #Bakugou blurb #Bakugou x reader #pro hero dynamight x reader #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #thecowboyanon writes #mha #t writes #cowboy anon writes #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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katsuki bakugou dating a chef

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!chef!reader

tags: fluff, missunderstandings, slight angst with a happy ending, mentions of food, first date

bakugou knew who you were, before he started dating you

after all, you were kind of famous, in your own field

you had been on several of the cooking shows he was watching, either as a contestant or as a judge

and you always stood out to him, since you reminded him of himself – a good cook, with an attitude!

when he finally got to meet you in person and managed to score a date with you, he couldn't have been happier

though he suggested to cook for you for your first date, something he had done for the last few girls he was going out with

it didn't occur to him at that moment, that while his cooking skills had always impressed the girls he was dating, you played in a completely different league!

he quickly started worrying that you might take this the wrong way – that you'd think he was challenging your skills or that he thought he was better than you!

he ended up putting a lot of work into that dinner and when you finally arrived that evening, he was so nervous that his hands were sweating and he was worried his quirk would go lose any moment–

he helped you take off your jacket as he greeted you, before leading the way into the living room, where he had put on some candles and quiet music, to set the mood

once you sat down at the table, bakugou went and grabbed the food from the kitchen, already putting it on a plate and decorating it a little

he remembered how you had always mentioned that you liked it when the food didn't just taste good, but also looked good, so he tried to make the plate look as pretty as he could

when he finally brought the two plates over to the living room, he was closely studying your face, waiting for either a positive or negative reaction from you

luckily, you smiled and thanked him, before grabbing your knife and fork and taking the first bite out of the food

bakugou didn't try it yet, just staring at you, while you were eating

you weren't saying anything about the taste and he couldn't read your face well enough to know what you were thinking

when you put the cutlery down after a few bites, not even close to being done with your food, he started to worry

"is everything alright..?" he asked hesitantly. he had never been this nervous before and it was showing–

"i wanted to ask you the same. you didn't take a single bite out of your food yet. and you don't quite seem like yourself today…" you pointed out

"if you weren't interested in a date with me and just wanted to show off your cooking, then you succeeded. but i think i'll be going then…"

you got up from your seat and were ready to leave, when bakugou jumped up as well and grabbed you by the wrist

"stay–!" he mumbled. he stared at you, wondering what he could say to keep you by his side

"i forgot you were a chef–!" he blurted out, earning a confused look from you, followed by laughter

"you… forgot? that i was a chef..?" you made sure you really understood what he was saying

"well– yeah! at least when i suggested i'll cook for our first date…" suddenly you started to understand what was going on

"and that's why you stared at me like a creep while i was eating..? to make sure i thought your food was good enough for someone like me~?" you asked with an amused grin

bakugou glared at you, angry that you called him a creep. though he didn't look very threatening, with that embarrassed blush on his cheeks

"correct..!" he huffed. "now please… will you give me another chance and eat with me this time?"

he stared at you nervously, slowly pulling away his hand from your wrist as he waited for your reply

"fine… but i'll cook for our next date, alright~?"

next date? bakugou smiled as he sat back down again and grabbed his cutlery

maybe everything was alright after all, if you were willing to see him for a second date…

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bugs-for-bugs · 1 year

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Fic Prompt

NSFW Pro Hero Dynamite

TW: Voyeurism, Sex Slave

Being employed by the Dynamite agency to “service” Mr Dynamite himself. Having your own office in the agency with a hidden room behind bookshelf with a bed big enough for three Pro Heros. ;) Being called to his office after villan attacks or patrol to “check his schedule” walking past colleagues knowing you will be bent over his desk or being fuck on the leather couch till all other workers leave and Dynamite’s desire is satisfied. Dynamite then taking you out to dinner with a group of friends as an apology for going too hard on a difficult day. Or even getting take-out and driving you to the apartment he rents for you to live in. (conveniently only a few floors below his apartment)

#bakugou smut #bakugou x y/n #pro hero bakugou #pro hero dynamight #pro hero bakugo x reader #fic prompts #bnha fanfiction

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lovra974 · 1 year

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Chapter 1 : The hero on the screen.

Be indulgent, it's my first fic in English. I'm not sure of what I'm doing.

You are an underground Pro-Hero who need to take back the case the Commission robbed you, because it's linked to a personal case that you swore you would close.

You didn't expect to have to team up the #6 Pro-Hero Dynamight to keep the case, but at least the guy looks okay...

Bakugo didn't expect Hawks to put him up with his hero crush when he went to the top 10 meeting. Damn, it wasn't even in his plan to ever meet you. You were supposed to be a fantasm. The untouchable hero on a screen that he admired from afar. And now you are here, in his personal space talking about a case he should be focused on.

Y/N = your name

L/N = last name

Reader has a quirk, it's explained in the story. I know it works like Lemillion.

No Warning for this chapter, but maybe for others. Pinning Bakugo.

Please comments and reblog are appreciated. Happy birthday to Katsuki Bakugo! Have a nice read !

The planes roar was deafening. Y/N L/N pulled her suitcase with a sigh. She was relieved to be back in Japan, but she knew she would need some time to really relax.

She was back from a six month mission in Europe. The Commission said it was a success, like always. They gave her her paycheck and sent her back to Japan. Y/N didn’t agree with the said success of the mission. Indeed, the children were all safe and sound. Indeed, most of the villains were arrested. However, one was still free. He was probably helped by someone.

She thought her mission would continue with the tracking of the last members and the chief. But the Commission took back the case and sent her home. She still had a bitter taste in her mouth that wouldn’t go away.

In the airport hall, she recognized Hitoshi. The purple hair" head hero was texting when he heard her approach. He smiled. He didn’t wear his costume, but a black puffy coat and a scarf, probably knitted by Eri.

They hugged for a short time, familiar thanks to the years of working together. She worked for EraserHead agency for two years alongside him. She was the underground hero they favoured with international cases.

The man asked how Europe was. What did she eat ? The weather ? It’s only when they closed the car door that he dared ask about her case.

"That’s bullshit ! She grunted. I did everything ! The tracking, the proof checking, the rescue operation and the arrest ! I should have the right to finish the job myself.”

"You wrote everything in your rapport ?”

She nodded. Oh yes, she had the time to fill her rapport with black during the flight. She poured her heart into it. From her point of view, the flight was too short for all she had to say about the case. She will file it with their agency tomorrow.

She worked with Shinso at EraserHead Agency. It was one of the rare agencies with only underground heroes. She was employed two years ago, after working for the Commission for two years. It was a very welcome change of pace.

She felt better at the agency. Her job was far more rewarding than before. She was the International Underground Hero of the agency. The IUH, the representative of the agency for worldwide missions.

Not gonna lie, the pay was good too.

"Hey, began Hitoshi with his fingers playing on the wheel. I have friends from UA that want to do a get together party. You wanna come with me ?”

"I’m not from UA.“

"Doesn’t matter, it’s just for fun !“

She turned to him. "MindJack, you hate, partying.“

"There will be free food and alcohol !”

She looked at her friend. He was a very laid back kind of guy. Most of the time. He doesn’t express his emotions, he’s very talented at bottling them up. But the hero was twiddling his fingers on the wheel.

"Why do you want me to come ?“

"I need emotional support.“

She laughed. "Sounds like a joke ! Hey, what's worse than one introvert who’s forced to socialise ? Two introverts forced to socialise !“

She managed to make him crack a smile.

"Jane will be there, and I… I promise to come before knowing this.“

"Ooooh… So I’ll be the shield.“

She thought about it. Parties were not really her scene, even more if she doesn’t know the people here. She guessed it would have most of the top 40 in Japan because well… They all were from UA. But, at least she will be distracted from the stupid mission in Europe.

She thought about Mindjack’s relationship with the said Jane. She never met her officially, only passed by when the girl came to the agency after she left the Commission. She was a Pro Hero too. And for years, Hitoshi and she kept breaking up and coming back together. Eraserhead said it was a “one way” relationship and an absolute waste of time.

"But what do you want from me, exactly ?“

"I must not talk to her, at least not alone. You will… Guard me ? I guess. To prevent me from doing something stupid.“

"I’ll be a menacing guard dog then… I can work with that.“

The man sighs and thanked her. He felt relieved.

"But you pay for my next visit to the hair salon, she added.”

He laughed. He knew about her weird ritual. After an overseas mission, she went to the hair salon. When he asked her why she did it, she explained it felt good to change her face. He thought it was weird at first, but it became a habit to see her metamorphose herself.

"Alright, but what are you gonna do this time ?“

She played with a long blue braid. She was looking for shorter hair. But she had no definite idea yet.

"I’m still thinking about it.“

XXX

Bakugo didn’t like the top 10 meetings. The first time, he felt pride at being invited. But the feeling faded really quickly.

Because those meetings were absolutely chaotic. You anticipated excellence and professionalism, you got excited kids on a school yard. It was exhausting.

Who thought it was a good idea to put the ten heroes in the country, who are closest to the ultimate dream ? Being number 1. Obviously, chaos and fights would ensue.

You could say whatever you wanted about Endeavor, Bakugo hated him, but the guy knew how to lead these meetings. He knew how to be listened.

Which was not the case for Hawks. He became Number 1 when Enji Todoroki retired. These meetings were a bunch of disorganised explanations he could have gotten with a mail. But no, Bakugo had to come and lose two hours of his time when he had better things to do. He always left with a beating headache and ringing ears.

He opened and closed his fists. Three heroes were arguing for a reason he didn’t really care about. Deku, who always sat next to him, observed the exchange with big eyes. His head turned each time somebody shouted. Again, he could have watched a tennis match at home…

They had been there for ten minutes and he was already seething.Hawks tried to take back the attention, but he got cut each time. The noise was becoming hurtful for Bakugo’s ears. A strident sound rang around his eardrums.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP !“

Everybody turned to him, surprised he manifested himself. Dynamite stayed in the back during those meetings. He only spoke when he had a question about the topic. He kept his fire when on patrols and missions. He shot down the people who tried to contact him. Hawks took advantage of the baffled silence.

"Let’s begin, everyone ! Before we reviewed last month, the Commission asked me to share some news with you.“

He tapped on a computer. A video with the Commission’s Archive was projected on the white board.

Immediately, Dynamite looked at the top left corner. He smiled. He was satisfied when he saw the name of the hero who took the video. Hawks showed them most of the time.

"This video was taken two days ago. They are from Switzerland.” explained the number 1.

The Hero Phantom wore a camera on her costume. The video was edited with other videos from other heroes.

It began during a fight inside a big warehouse with a school bus inside. Phantom was using her trademark weapon against the villain. It was a telescopic metal pool, Bakugo knew there was a knife inside one edge and some catch nets in the other. She used it to tie up her assailants.

On the video from another hero, they saw Phantom running for the bus to take the children out. Dynamite noted she had long blue hair this time. He thought it suited her better than the blond one he saw last time.

"All the kids were saved and sent back to their home. The villains are called the Hell’s Wounded. They do child traffic for their particular quirks.“

"If everybody was saved, what’s the problem ?”

"Because not everybody was arrested.”

He clicked on a button. A man appeared on the board. He looked tall, around the thirties with grey hair and eyes globe completely black. The image was also signed Phantom.

"This is Henry Blecker, the Hell’s Wounded boss. They work all around Europe, mostly in the West. Unknown quirk. Nobody has ever managed to arrest him. But two days ago, he was in this warehouse in Switzerland.”

A new video began, shorter than the last one. Phantom followed Blecker alone. But three men cut her way and forced her to stop. Bakugo knew he would watch the full videos at home. He could access the Commission’s Archive with his hero account. His ranking in the top 10 gave him access to most of the secret archives, like the international ones or the underground ones. He would not confess even under torture that he watches Phantom videos quite often.

The first time he saw one was three years ago. It was during one of these meetings. He didn’t pay much attention to the name. Then the name came more often, during meetings, and even inside some rapports. Phantom was like a promise of truth when working with undergrounds.

And one day he saw her in action. It was over a year ago. The Press Director from Tokyo’s Journal was held hostage by two villains. Twenties heroes were waiting in front of the journal’s building where the villains were. Phantom came and used her quirk to go inside the building without being seen. She could become like a ghost, invisible and intangible. The police kept track of her position thanks to the camera in your costume and a screen. She “possessed” one of the villains to release the director, another use of her quirk.

Bakugo was impressed by the efficacy of her quirk. So out of curiosity, he typed her name inside the Commission’s Archives. He didn’t get disappointed.

He watched her fight, most of the time in fast or surprised attacks. A video followed, then another one and quickly all he could find. He had sworn when the website refused him access to some.

Admiration was born. He kept it for himself. She was only known by some top heroes and governments. Which in his eyes made her even more precious. She didn’t have a fan club like him or goodies. She didn’t do interviews, which really saddened him. Damn, he was ready to pay just to hear her talk about herself ! All he had was those videos.

"Blecker was seen in a plane for Japan yesterday, revealed Hawks with a serious face. So we think his accomplices must be here too. I’m asking you to keep your eyes open wide. When the first kid disappeared, we sent out a research group.”

The meeting lasted more than an hour. They talked about last month's event and they could leave after.

Bakugo didn’t stay to chat. He didn’t have to go back to his agency, All Might be blessed. He went straight to the apartment he shared with the shark head named Eijiro Kirishima.

They have been roommates since they left UA. Bakugo directly began his own agency and his best friend joined him directly. It was practical for the two of them. They knew each other, they trusted each other and none of them had to come back to an empty apartment with himself to distract the dark thoughts.

The negative point, for Bakugo, was the others. The first years, they lived in a little seedy apartment, barely large enough for them both. Then they began to rank higher, their agency got bigger. They made a name for themselves. They could hire more people, interns and staff. Then they bought a better apartment. This is when the said Bakusquad invited themselves more often. Too often for Bakugo’s taste.

They had to change the couch four times since they moved in. Those stupid extras they called friends broke the three preceding ones.

But tonight, tonight there was nobody. The calm reigned. The apartment was dark and peaceful. Kirishima must have told them Bakugo had a meeting tonight, they all knew what it meant.

He got out of his costume and showered himself. He warmed up the cooking he had done last weekend. Kirishima was on a night patrol, he thought. He wouldn’t be there before morning. He ate while typing things on his phone. Once finished, he opened his computer and sat in his living room.

He connected his account inside the Commission’s Archive and looked for the videos Hawks showed them. There were two. He charged the first.

Phantom was talking to two heroes in sign language. She rarely talked, barely a grunt or sometimes a swear word. The sign language was more used by underground heroes.

Phantom possessed a guard to open the door. She was in the guard’s head, controlling his body, possessing his being.

He was so absorbed in the video that he didn't see Kirishima coming. The blond jumped when his best friend appeared and turned on the light. The red head, still in his hero costume arched a brow.

"What the hell are you doing here this early ? Grunted Bakugo. Didn’t you have a night patrol ?”

" I was on the evening patrol, not the night one. And you ? What were you doing alone in the dark…?”

Kirishima looked at the computer and took three steps to see the screen. Bakugo closed it before he could see anything. He shot a dark look at the redhead who was grinning.

"Oh… what were you looking at ? Phantom ?”

Bakugo’s reaction was immediate. He felt like somebody threw ice at him. His eyes widened and the tip of his ears became red.

“Wait… How do you know that ? Are you watching me, Shitty Hair ?”

At this, Kirishima had the decency to look a little ashamed.

“Bakubro, your Commission’s ID is ‘dynamight’ and your password is ‘greatexplosionmurdergoddynamight’.“

Bakugo threw the couch pillows at him. Kirishima caught one to block the other. His best friend was getting enraged.

“Come on ! It’s no biggie ! I promise I won't tell anybody about your crush…”

“I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH !!!”

“Then why are you stalking her ?”

Bakugo was out of pillows, so he took the TV remote and threw it at Kirishima. By instinct, Red Riot hardened his skin and the remote exploded.

They stopped. The living room was a mess and now they didn’t have any remote. Bakugo stayed silent. Kirishima understood with the scowl and shifting eyes to drop the conversation.

He didn’t want to cross his best bro intimacy. It was kinda an accident. He had noticed, obviously, how stupidly he was smiling when looking at his computer. He thought it was porn at first. And one day, Kirishima really needed to find their oven reference to buy the exact same thing before the blond discovered he broke it. Again.

He had seen the website repeating itself multiple times. It was from the Commission, nothing extraordinary there. And he saw the name “Phantom”, and he thought the worst.

Their apartment was haunted. And Bakugo didn’t tell him to not freak him out. It thought it was logic, okay ? Everything got broken way too easily in this stupid apartment.

A few minutes only were needed to find the blond password. Kirishima needed the truth because Bakugo could be damn sure that if their apartment was haunted, they would be moving out the same night. He didn’t get it when he found videos about international cases and the same hero in each one. Then, he understood.

He closed the computer and didn’t watch more. What he had done was absolutely not manly. He felt terrible and guilty about it.

But it explained some things that happened over the past year.

Like Bakugo's bizarre obsession with the sources of the report, he agreed to use his social media - which he usually delegates to his media team - likely to find Phantom. And the cherry on the cake, that he suddenly finds sign language cool, after Kirishima talked about it for months to ease the tired eardrum of his best friend.

That crush was a great thing. An excellent one! Kirishima was so glad Bakugo finally took an interest in somebody. Even though that person was related to ghosts... but Kirishima seemed to be mistaken on one point. Just because Bakugo was interested in anyone doesn't mean he accepted it.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #soft bakugou #pro hero dynamight #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #A ghost in my heart

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rorywritessmut · 6 months

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Sparks in the Worplace Chapter Two

Jun feels a little insecure about her place in the Hero world and The Talented Other confirm it for her. Let’s just say, Bakugou isn’t putting up with it.

Today is the day of the interview and I am hungover as hell. Whoever I was dancing with last night needed to go to the back of my mind. The mystery Romeo would never come back into your life anyways, it was a one off deal.

“What are you thinking about, nerd?” Bakugou pulled you from your thoughts, a smirk on his face. My face burned and I turned away from him,my hands fidgeting.

“Nothing,” I growled out.

“How was your date last night?” I eye Bakugou. He was never this friendly with me, asking about things. I turned my gaze to Midoriya who seemed to find something very interesting on the floor.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Someone didn’t get laid.” He throws his head back and laughs.

“Kaachan!” Midoriya is suddenly very engaged with our conversation. “Be nice to her.”

“Thank you, Midoriya” I reached over in the car to touch his hand. He stammers a bit and blushes ferociously.

“N-n-no problem, Jun.”

“Oi! Since when are the two of you on a first name basis?” Bakugou snaps and pulls on my shoulder, pulling me away from the childhood friend.

“It’s none of your business, Bakugou.” I sneer at him. His eyes go wide at my actions and he takes the hand off my shoulder. I can feel a swell of pride blooming in my chest.

It takes a while to get to the studio for the interview. I spend most of my time in hair and makeup with Midoriya’s PR Rep, Nishihara Midori. It’s kind of ironic, I think to myself, that Midoriya got a rep with a similar name as him. I look over at her and admire her beauty for a second. She has jet black hair, dark skin, and bright purple eyes. She is quirkless but a spitfire all the same. Her full lips make me feel a little envious and her curvy body is enough to capture any man’s attention. I have caught Bakugou admiring her fit body a few times, not that I cared at all.

“Nishi-chan” I ask after the hair and makeup crew have left.

“Yes, Ikeda-san?” Her hair glistens in the artificial lighting. I feel ugly next to her.

“Have any of the heros hit on you before?” She throws her head back and laughs at my question.

“Of course! Charge Bolt is the worst at hitting on me, if I am being honest.” Her eyes turn to mine and she gets a serious look on her face. “Can I ask you something serious?” I nod, hanging on every one of her raspy words. “Do you think Bakugou-kun would ever be interested in me?”

“I’m sure!” I answer a little too quickly. “I-I-I’ve caught him looking at you.” I whisper to her, making her giggle. I swallow something thick in my throat.

“Should I ask him out? He seems like the type who likes his girls to ask him out.”

“I wouldn’t know what he likes, he hates me,” I laugh a little awkwardly, “Try it and let me know!”

Nishihara winks at me and turns away as the boys come in from their hair and makeup. She’s already giggling and sauntering her way to Bakugou. I stiffly turn to my mirror and look at myself. I know I’m not ugly but my nose could be different and my body could look more like Nishihara’s, but it doesn’t. None of the hero’s hit on me, if anything they keep their distance from me. I figured it was because they hated me but now I know it’s because I’m ugly.

“Jun” Midoriya’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay?” He has a hand on my shoulder. I smile up at him feeling tears in my eyes, he is always so kind to me.

“Yes, Izuku”

“Hey, nerd!” Both Midoriya and I flinch but look at Bakugou like a lost puppy being summoned. Bakugou looks pissed. Midoriya’s comforting warmth disappears from me and he puts his hands up in defeat. “It’s time.” He growls, shoves his hands in pocket, and disappears.

I look at Nishi-chan and mouth “What was that” to her, she shrugs her shoulders and waves for me to follow her. I do. We trail behind the boys as we get closer to the heart of the studio.

“Welcome!” A bright blue haired woman stands next to a bright green haired man. I know exactly who they are. They’re the hosts of the show, siblings Furutara Noriko and Terou. They’re twins who share the same quirk, Laser. The ability to physically control already produced lasers.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” Midoriya bows, as do me and Nishihara.

“Whatever.” Balugou huffs. I narrow my eyes at him and slap his shoulder. “Nice to meet you or some shit.” That’s even worse! I facepalm at his words.

“Just as we expected.” Terou, the bright green haired man, smiles like a snake. All teeth and venom.

“He means, We wouldn’t expect anything less from the number 5 and number 8 heroes.” Oh god, please don’t start this. My hand is already on Bakugou’s shoulder, threatening to use my quirk on him. Every time someone mentions that Midoriya is three spots ahead of Bakugou, he explodes the place.

“All because of the sparkling things we know about them, right?” I smile charmingly, tightening my grip on him. I wanted him to know this interview had to go smoothly.

“Exactly!” The twins chime in together. “Let’s get started!”

We get situated in our seats, the boys on both sides of myself and Nishihara. Terou and Noriko are insistent that we are all friends here and we call them by their given names. Myself, Nishihara, and Midoriya agree. Bakugou simply crosses his arms and I have to give the usual spiel.

“Bakugou here prefers that only the family calls him by his first name. He’s very particular about that.” I beam at Bakugou who is still staring down at our hosts.

“A man of honor, I like it!” Noriko leans on her hand and stares back at Bakugoul.

“Alright! Welcome to a new episode of The Talented Few! I am Furutara Terou-”

“-and I’m Noriko!-“

“And today we have the King Explosion Murder himself, Dynamight!” Terou smiles.

“We also have his childhood rival, Deku!” Noriko has shifted her gaze to Midoriya who gives her a winning smile.

“We should let the beautiful ladies here introduce themselves.” Terou’s eyes are directly on Nishihara and I feel myself still at this comment.

“I’m Nishihara Midori. I am Deku’s PR Rep.”

“I’m Ikeda Jun, I am Dynamight’s PR Rep.”

The first portion of the interview goes over just fine. Bakugou is a man of few words as usual and Midoriya carries most of the conversation. There are occasional questions for myself and Nishihara but those are far and few between. Just when I think this isn’t going to be a shit show, Noriko asks a question that stumps me.

“Why did the Dynamight-Red Riot team hire you, Jun?”

“What?” I asked, totally taken off guard.

“Well?” Terou is at the edge of his seat. “It has to be because of your plain looks.”

“It was because of my quirk.” I respond in a small voice, looking down at my hands. It was probably to not tempt Bakugou either.

“Shut up.” Bakugou snaps, making everyone look at him instead of me. “Ikeda is amazing at her job and we hired her because of her quirk and experience.”

“Bakugou-” I warn but I’m interrupted by the man himself.

“No, I won’t handle slander against my team.”

“Come on man, look at her next to Midori. You can’t tell me she wasn’t hired to make sure you don’t screw her. Hero’s are known for screwing their PR Reps.” I can feel tears welling in my eyes. Bakugou stands in his seat and grabs my wrist.

“We’re done here.” I look at Midoriya for help but he looks just as livid. Midori is trying to get me to stand and before I know it we are leaving the vicinity.

“Bakugou.” I’m trying to get his attention. “Bakugou!” I jerk my hand from his grip and he stops, turning to me sharply.

“What.” He growls.

“You can’t storm out just because they decided to pick on me! Imagine how that makes me and you look!”

“I don’t tolerate that kind of bullshit.”

“You were about ready to cry!” Midoriya chimes in with Nishihara nodding her head.

“We can’t do this! It doesn’t matter whether I cry or not. We should go back and apologize.” I turn away from the group and march back into the building. I can see the twins coming up the hallway. Someone grabs my wrist again and I turn to see Midoriya.

“Come on, Jun, let’s just leave before you have to use your quirk.” I peer past Midoriya to see absolute anger written all over Bakugou’s face.

“Fine but I am not writing an email to the rest of the team.” I brush past Midoriya and the rest of the group. I head straight to the car and I don’t say a single word to anyone else of the ride home.

After the disastrous day at work I decided to go out with some girlfriends from the office and Ashido Mina. She would be a “work girlfriend” if she wasn’t a hero with her own agency and the number 10 hero on the leaderboard. Due to her relationship with Kirishima, she was around a lot and we had formed a strong bond in our mutual dislike for Bakugou. Hers was more of a gossip-y shit stirrer hate while mine, mine was genuine.

“Tell me mooooore!” An absolutely shit faced Mina is hanging on every word I’m saying.

“All I have to say is that I am mad that Bakugou gets to pick and choose when he likes me. If it benefits his image he can be the perfect boss.” I take a shot. “Otherwise he is a royal asshole.”

“You know, Bakugou doesn’t know how to handle his feelings.” Mina defends.

“He’s emotionally constipated and I am tired of people defending him” The other girls just peer into their glasses and don’t say a thing.

“What about your date!” Hikaru from accounting asks. I roll my eyes and take another shot.

“He ditched out on me. Takeuchi is a pussy.” I sneer.

“What! He was so excited for that date, he talked about you all day!” Hikaru pouts and another one of the girls coughs. “Oh yeah, Bakugou came in accounting that day-”

“Jun! Let’s dance!” Mina is quick to jump up and pull me away from the others.

We dance for a little before Mina starts talking about a handsome sidekick of hers. I look at her confused because I know she is dedicated to Kirishima.

“I want to set up a date with him! I think you two would look cute together!” She smiles at me. I look at Mina in shock! Me?

“Sure! Can I give him your number?” I quickly nod and listen intently as Mina tells me more about the sidekick, what his quirk is, and what he looks like. I am suddenly excited! Maybe this date will be a good one. I need something in my life besides my hatred for Bakugou feuling my reason to wake up every day.

@cringeycookies

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dumbseee · 1 month

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oh shit.

pro hero!bakugo who has a crush on you.

pro hero!bakugo katsuki x idol!reader.

genre: fluff

- the first time bakugo agreed to do an interview was because todoroki and izuku were also there. the top three heroes were asked all sorts of questions before the journalist finally asked thee question. "so~ you guys are so private, we don’t really know much about you. so let’s get to know our top three heroes! first question, who is your celebrity crush?" she asked, a smirk on her lips as she looked at the three heroes in front of her. izuku blushed, fumbling with his answer, todoroki crossed his arms on his chest, saying that he had no time for that kind of stuff, and bakugo scoffed, crossing his legs on the small table in front of them. "celebrity crush? do you have other shitty questions or are we done?" he glared at the interviewer who nearly melted on the spot. izuku elbowed his friend and offered an awkward smile to the poor woman. "but aren’t you a big fan of y/n? i heard you sing her songs under the shower, one time." shoto chimed in, face blank. "what?! no! what are you saying ice hot?! i’ll fucking crush your face, come here!" bakugo jumped from his seat and had to be restrained by izuku and a few security guards, meanwhile shoto sat there, wondering what he did wrong this time.

- the interview went viral, with everyone making fun of the mighty dynamight and his little crush on you. he nearly sent shoto to the moon after seeing all those edits of you and him on social media or your fans calling him the president of the fandom. your fans are even shipping you together! and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t like it. he actually made a fake twitter and tiktok account where he’d like and favourite every single edit/tweet about you. he’d be smiling and blushing like a high schooler in the dark of his room.

- he has a locked drawer in his room, where he keeps all your albums and merch. he’d literally set on fire whoever manage to open it and discover his little secret.

- he spent hours in front of his phone, the screen showing your dm page on instagram, he wanted to dm you so bad. make the first move and try to get close to you, but bakugo was a coward, as funny as it sounded, bakugo was very intimidated by you. he ended up throwing his phone away, he’d try again tomorrow.

- one day he got called for an incident involving a woman and someone who tried to break into her house. nothing major so bakugo went alone, imagine his shock when he saw that the victim was you and the man was your stalker who’s been following you and harassing you for months. he immediately saw red and grabbed the man, slammed him to the ground and threatened to shove a bomb down his ass if he moved. "are you okay?" when you saw dynamite arrive from your window, you immediately ran outside, since you felt safe with the hero around. you hugged yourself and nodded, looking down at the shaking man, but bakugo didn’t believe you. soon enough, police arrived to arrest the man and everyone left, leaving you alone with bakugo. "he’ll leave you alone now, i’ll make sure of it." he smiled gently, putting a hand on your shoulder you forced a smile but slowly lost it when you saw him getting ready to leave. you quickly grabbed his hand and looked at him with pleading eyes, the sight made his heart jump. "please, will you stay with me?" how could he say no?

- bakugo couldn’t get rid of the pink color decorating his cheeks. it was the first time he met his celebrity crush and bakugo wished it was different. he wished he came earlier so you wouldn’t even be aware that your stalker was trying to break into your home. you offered him some food and water but he declined everything, you were getting ready for bed when the incident happened so you were exhausted from practice and rehearsal. you also felt bad for keeping him with you when he was clearly busy or tired from patrolling. "i’m so sorry for bothering you, i know he won’t come back, but i’m still terrified." you played with your hand and felt tears burning your eyes. "don’t. you don’t have to be ashamed for feeling scared, but trust me when i say this, this bastard won’t ever come close to you again." he said it in such a low tone, you thought you imagined it. you nodded and hugged him, which surprised him to no end and also made him as red as a tomato. he didn’t know what to do with his hands so he simply put them around your waist, gently patting your back.

- you fell asleep with the light on, bakugo was sitting on the chair next to your bed and kept his eye on you. he stayed with you till the sun woke up. he noticed every detail of your face, the small freckles decorating your beautiful nose, your long and dark lashes, your full and soft lips and overall your beautiful face. you were, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman bakugo had ever seen in his life. while looking at you, he felt a weird sense of possessiveness and protection wash over him. he wanted to protect you and make sure no one would ever hurt you again.

- when you woke up, you saw a small note on your nightstand, "had to leave for work pretty girl, but don’t worry i’ll see you soon. here’s my number: xxx - xxx - xxx" you didn’t know why but you smiled at his note. of course, you immediately registered his number and sent him a lovely text, thanking him again for yesterday and inviting him for dinner some day. you also signed it "your celebrity crush (;" bakugo almost choke on his coffee when he read your text.

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