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notes in your handwriting is prettier than any card

Summary: You write a letter to the man you love, because you hope he loves you too.

Late at night I stare off to my desk, I don’t think, I don’t shake, I’m just feeling. Longing is all my heart has done since I was small, born yearning for something I didn't even know yet. It doesn’t make sense, I don’t think it ever will. You won’t be my first love, I don’t think anyone could have been, because I’ve already had so much love in my heart since I was a little soul. The grass and the soil it grows in, the trees and the sky with the clouds in it. You remind me of  my first love, longing for you like I long for the the sun shining on my face as I lay on the ground. Keeping me warm, but not hot, soothing the bite of the cold of the snow I’ve buried myself in. I’m scared, sitting in your breakroom and listening to you speak about your day as my hands tremble. Unable to believe how you reach for me, unable to see how someone as loved as you, could ever love me. But I love you, with all my heart I do and to be able to do anything with you is more than anything I could ask for. It’s not a competition, being with someone you care about, I’d always been scared of being with someone like that. And yet here you are, smiling brightly when given the chance for competition, rushing to do better than you’ve already done. I feel your hurt though and that’s all I’ve wanted, to be your safety net and for you to want to be mine. You’re electric, I can feel the passion pulsating from your heart through the touch of your fingertips. Can I be enough to balance you out? Enough that you never leave out of losing that spark? The words in your note were scribbled out on a random scrap of paper, having been doing your best to write a note for him in his birthday card. Having handmade it with old withered printer paper, writing out the best cursive you could do, the ink of your lips sealed on the front with a simple kiss. Leaving the card blank out of embarrassment of the idea of being cheesy, the anxiety having built up over the worry of his laughter being a rejection. So you wrote out a ‘happy birthday’ and an ‘I love you’. Completely left in the dark to how the little note you’d written was taped inside, kept away in his pocket next to the dangling card clipped to his wristlet. Not saying a word about it as he ate with you in silence, cleaning dishes with you in a practiced routine. The only true way for you to know how different you were to him from everyone else was the softness of his eyes, looking at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky. Never realizing how badly you needed to hear his words until you’d cry and beg for reassurance. Only to be met with his hand gripping yours back as you clasped it in between both of yours. He wouldn’t go a second allowing you to feel that way, even if he didn’t know how to say it. Actions spoke louder than words and he lived by that. Love wasn’t loud, oftentimes it was silent and pure, for Katsuki his love was so silent that it came out in puffs rather than whispers. The shaky breaths leaving his lips, before they touch yours, so quiet you almost don’t hear him say it. Note: Happy late birthday to my lovely cornball <3

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something you'd never expect

Summary: You’re Bakugo’s wife and he’s finally introducing you to his friends… But things take a turn. Disclaimer: This might be a sensitive subject to some people, there’s nothing NFSW, but it briefly talks about fertility issues. If this triggers you at all, please don’t read, I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable when reading my content.

The doorbell of your home rang, with Bakugo looking exhausted already at the idea of having to deal with his friends. Opening the door to see everyone besides Mina thanks to her not being available to join. He was just about to tell them to come in when you shove your head over his shoulder to see them. “Are these guys your friends?” You ask him in English, looking them all over before shoving your hand up to take a sip out of your milkshake as you look at them all. Katsuki just sighs, giving you a forced glare, trying to get you to behave for once. “They’re not my… Forget it, just move so I can let them in.” His words rang half hearted, not really having the energy to do anything. Pausing when he sees you move and give him an apologetic look, his expression morphing to be fond as he pats your head before walking you over to the couches. Everyone looked shocked to see him actually let you eat somewhere other than the dining table. What happened to their high strung Bakugo that they know and love? “Katsuki, could you get me some fries?” “You just put them in the fridge?” “I know but I changed my mind and don’t wanna get up.” “...Fine.” That’s how he ended up getting up and going to reheat your leftovers while you sat with his friends. At times like this, they wished Mina had more free time for them, they still didn't know how to talk to girls, even at their grown age. “So how’d you meet Bakugo?” Sero asked you in English, trying not to be insensitive to the fact that you were clearly only communicating in it. “Oh he was in America when he was working on Izuku’s suit and-” Katsuki gives you a panicked look from the kitchen, looking over the counter as he waved his hand cut-throat style to tell you to stop talking about it. Not wanting the details of your unsteady citizenship in the country be discussed until his lawyers figured everything out. “We got along cuz we both like food and kinda fell in love I guess.” Katsuki’s expression fell to an unimpressed one hearing how much of the story you skipped over. He knew you were trying not to go into the details, but damn… He forgot how bad you were at reading social cues. “Of course that’s what it was.” Denki says, making everyone else just smile awkwardly. It was laughable how much of a softie their friend actually was, finally coming back after microwaving your fries and adding some more salt to it. Bringing you the little paper cup they were kept in and wiping some whipped cream you got on your cheek. His action had you beaming at him, moving to press a kiss to his as thanks, not noticing how red his ears turned at the action. He sighed a bit, fiddling with the little ring on your finger quietly, wait no correction that thing was huge, what the hell? Bakugo definitely wasn’t cheap, that much is becoming more and more apparent. The way you were dressed finally settled into their brains, pale colors and lace trimming. The group’s jaws just drop, not expecting his wife to genuinely be his polar opposite. Beaming widely, wearing pale white accents with your clothes looking more dressed up next to him wearing all black and dressed in track pants. What’s he doing with a princess? That’s when they saw you munch down on your fries with a blissful look on your face, reaching for the little bag of goldfish you had and some cheese sticks. You were eating a lot actually, they didn’t notice until now. Watching you finish up and start gulping down at that giant milkshake in a size they didn’t even know restaurants served.

They all pause, faces pulled into awkward little smiles or looks of complete shock. Of course he married someone who eats just as much as him. The sight of you happily sipping on your milkshake as you hug his side was an interesting one, with his face expressionless as he rubs his hand up and down on your shoulder. He was letting you be affectionate with him?! No, he was the one being affectionate… Did you have him for ransom or something? Actually, he looked pretty happy, or as happy as he could really show? 

Katsuki looks at you, expression held calm as he brings a hand to the top of your head, sighing a bit at how sweet you looked in the moment. As silent as he tried to keep it he was weak to you, so weak that he could barely hide it. “You said if I took you to get something unhealthy you’d only have a little bit of the food today, you finished the whole bag.” He chides as he gently runs his thumb over your cheek. Kirishima being ever the gentleman comes to your defense, furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “Hey man, let her eat what she wants.” The defense just left Katsuki slightly miffed, looking over to his friend tiredly. “It’s not like that, I just-” Katsuki pauses when he notices you going over to the kitchen, eyes shooting wide before turning on the couch and looking over it to you. “Hey! What did I say about snacks?” Your shoulders slump cartoonishly, looking at him with a frown.  “To eat fruit or to ask you to make me something…” Katsuki gives you a stern look, watching you stop yourself from opening the pantry where all your favorite snacks were. Sighing in disappointment with himself for even letting you convince him to buy all of that. “Right, and what are you doing right now?” Your expression looks more ashamed at his words, looking down as you kicked your foot to the tile of the floor a bit. “I’m not doing either of them.” With that you mope and walk back over to him, snuggling to his side quietly, leaving him to feel the tiniest twinge of guilt. Sighing as he pets your head with a look of concern, muttering into your hair as he brings you closer. “I’m sorry, you know I’m not trying to upset you. But you know what the doctor said, we’ve gotta eat healthy for everything to work…” 

The small intimate moment just had his friends sitting there nearly the color of ghosts, looking at him with their jaws nearly hitting the floor. Finally, one of them spoke up, the four of them doing their best to not go speechless every time they saw him interacting with you as if it was a crazy phenomenon.  “What exactly do you need to work?” Sero asked, giving Katsuki a slightly sceptical look, unsure how he was going to react to the question.

Everyone’s mouths went from wide open to snapped shut when Katsuki sighs, looking at you quietly before letting himself admit it. “We’ve been going to the doctor a lot lately… We’ve been trying for a baby and things have been… Hopeless.” He admits, bringing his hand down from your cheek to your shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance when he feels your mood shift.  Your eyes downcast as you lean into him, fighting the urge to bring your hand to your tummy. Fingers clutching into your skirt, words quiet as you speak in English; still struggling with Japanese even after the months went on, catching onto what he was telling his friends. “I’m the reason we can’t and I wanted it…” You whisper out, quickly being shushed by Katsuki, his hand running over your hair as he pressed a chaste kiss to your head.  “It doesn’t matter, we’re doing it no matter what.” He promised, sighing a bit when you nod but head off your room. His eyes glued to the floor, expression ridden in nothing but guilt, looking back over to his friends tiredly. “Not a word.” He threatened, getting up and following behind you.  The four just sat there, looking at one another with furrowed eyebrows, Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari speaking to each other about it. Concern written all over their expressions as they let their thoughts run wild. “Man, that’s tough. I never would’ve thought Bakugo would even want to be a dad, but this? This is just…”

“Depressing?” Kaminari fills in, looking less sad and more concerned. “I hate to say it, but maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. I mean he just bought a Porsche, that’s not exactly a baby safe car. Not to be the bearer of bad news, but Bakugo isn’t exactly the most nurturing guy around.”  Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows at Sero’s words, fidgeting a bit as he adjusted himself in his seat, sighing a bit as he conceded to it. “I mean yeah, he couldn’t have been with her for that long if we never knew about them, plus she can barely even get a sentence in Japanese out. But still… That’s gotta be rough.”

Izuku finally spoke up, having been quiet as he processed his thoughts with his eyes to the ground. “Kachan’s a lot more capable than you guys are giving him credit for. He never does anything without thinking. This makes sense though, he’s been a lot less angry and more just sad. We should be more supportive, he probably won’t say it, but he wants to know he has hope, especially when he has to be the one to give it to her right now.” Like usual whenever Izuku speaks up, everyone goes quiet for a minute, contemplating the way he sees things more clearly than them. Always analyzing the little details until they come together for him to fully understand the situation.

“I guess I never thought of it like that.” Kirishima admitted, with Kaminari chiming in to agree.  Katsuki finally came back without you after a bit, not saying a word with his eyes puffy and slightly reddened. Keeping his responses short and offering up some tea, not responding when Kaminari asks about where you went. Simply saying goodbye to everyone without you when they took the hint that now wasn’t a good time for him to have company.

Even with all of them walking out together in silence, Izuku hoped the next time they came by, things would be different… The next time they’d come over would be a couple months later when Katsuki called them over to help with some housing adjustments. You opened up the door for them with a wide smile and noticeable change in your figure. Walking in to see him working on building a pink playpen and watching you rush over to him to hug his side, the blond letting out a little huff as he brings his hand to your head, leaning it closer as he rested his own to it. The four of them watched for a second. Kirishima smiling, with Kaminari and Sero processing it for a second, looking halfway to tears, but Izuku was beaming. Looks like you guys are going to have a girl.

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shopping again?

Katsuki loves you, he really does with all his heart. But your obsession with little trinkets drove him crazy, the thing that drove him even more crazy was how he folded every time you smiled at him. Letting you get away with everything under the moon. 

At least you were obsessed with collecting random cute things like sanrio character themed collectables, or those dumb dolls that come with the lip glosses he keeps finding scattered around your home no matter how hard he tries to keep the house clean. You could've been obsessed with cars or handbags.

But hey he wasn't going broke right away, just steadily and as willingly as your merciless soft and moisturized hands let him possibly be. Yes you loved handbags, it's what you put those dumb keychain dolls on, but you didn't force him to get you a bunch. Hell, half of your wardrobe was made up of things he just saw and thought you'd like. Of course he was right, he knew you better than you knew yourself. 

He really needed to stop spoiling you, you were starting to become a brat without even trying. Just giving him a little look before he just shrugged, trying to keep his act of nonchalance up. The truth was you were more expensive than making Izuku's damn suit and he couldn't even say anything about it. 

Especially when you'd been learning Japanese so diligently for him, your little accent just made it even more cute to him. Biting the inside of his cheek every time you stuttered over your words as you asked him for something. 

Today was no different, with you tiptoeing over to him with that sheepish look that told him you'd found out about something that required driving or money, usually both. "Katsuki... Could we go to the mall, please?" There it was, the answer was obvious even though he rolled his eyes and tried to keep up the facade of annoyance. "Why?" 

Watching your cheeks puff out a bit and your eyes flicker away from him told him everything he needed to know. Rolling his eyes before grabbing his phone and just checking for himself if there was something, groaning when he realized throwing his head back to the couch cushion. 

“It’s not…” “It is.” 

“Why? Don’t you already have enough of those stupid stuffed animals? Our bed barely has enough room for us on it anymore. Why do you need one giant one?” His question just made you huff a bit, grabbing his hand with that same begging look in your eyes. 

“It’s so cute, please? I know our room’s really girlie, but it makes me happy…” He hesitates at that admission, sighing before yanking you down and pressing a little kiss to your cheek, grumbling under his breath as he hugged your little tummy. “Fine, but you owe me.”

 “A thousand kisses?” The words earned a snort from him, shaking his head as he bumped his nose to your neck, nuzzling it in a bit. “Two thousand.” A little giggle left your lips at that, turning to hug him back as you start dramatically smooching his face all over. “Easy.” Yeah… He was a sap, but at least he got kisses.

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if the sun refused to shine Because in the end we all grow up and sometimes the ones we love leave us.

“And then they lived happily ever after, opening their agency together.”

“And they stayed best friends forever and ever.”

Katsuki shoots you an offended look when he hears your teasing words, sitting in front of the bright pink dollhouse that was supposed to be the supposed agency. “That wasn’t in the script.”

His words sounded a lot more serious than they should be, especially with how he was choosing to deal with things. As silly as it was, you weren’t judging his decision to play make believe instead of getting angry, knowing how different he’s become with time. The slight flush to his cheeks as he tries to keep up a firm expression tells you everything, because he really did think things would be the same as when they were younger forever after things had developed for the better between them back in highschool.

And they were.

But they were adults and being adults meant a lot more on their plates and a lot less playtime. “Sweety, it’s one in the morning, can we stop playing with the dolls and go to bed? Things will be fine, you’re seeing him tomorrow.” You say, settling your daughter’s plushie down with a sigh as you slump in your spot where you sit on the ground beside him.

Katsuki just looks at you for a second, cheeks flushing a bit in humiliation as he tries to think about what to say in response to that, knowing he might’ve been a little dramatic over the day's events.

“...Fine. Let’s go.”

A little laugh leaves your lips as you hold your hands out for him to help you up, grinning at him with a loving look in your eyes.

“Everything’s okay, you’re gonna wake up in the morning, drive our little peanut to school-” “What the hell? Why am I driving her all of a sudden?” “Because I’m lazy and have swollen ankles.” A sigh leaves his lips as he gives in and nods, already knowing he’s lost the minute you bring up the pregnancy card. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll make sure to do that before work, you sleep tight. I owe you for staying up with me.”

A smile was present on his lips as he looked down at you, hand resting at the back of your head as he brought you closer into a hug, resting your forehead to his chest before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you.”

That's how you knew Katsuki would be alright, the both of you going to bed with the soft hum of the AC lulling you to sleep, holding each other close with your hearts beating peacefully against each other.

a little note:  hi, this is my first fic post i've done in years lol i just wanted to do something sweet because right now i rlly love Katsuki's character. if this didn't make sense it's supposed to be what happens after he comes home in the epilogue.

not because he owns me, but because he really knows me

bakugo x reader

The necklace you wore around your neck since middle school caught the attention of your close friend Momo. It was a simple "K" attached to a dainty gold chain, you never took it off unless absolutely necessary. "Aww your necklace is so cute what does it stand for?" Momo called from across your guys table in the cafeteria. This gained the attention of all of your friends having never noticed the jewelry around your neck before. "I got it as a gift from a special someone back in middle school," you said smiling. "Well don't hold out on us who does the 'K' stand for!" Someone else from the table stated as they leaned closer to try and get a better look at it. Nods and small sounds of agreement came from around the table as everyone wanted to know the secret about the initial. You just sat there smiling debating if you should end their misery and just tell them. That was until the bell rang for next class, you used that as a chance to escape them laughing as you said a quick goodbye and went to class.

Your friends started discussing who it could be that you held so dearly in your heart that you'd wear their initial. The topic was talked about even as they were entering the classroom that it caught the attention of Mina and Denki. "What are you girls talking about and why am I not included," Denki joked as he wanted in on the gossip. "We're trying to figure out who the "K" stands for on y/n's necklace." The loudness of the group started bringing more attention onto the topic and soon enough everyone in class started thinking about it.

You thought it was funny how everyone was so concerned with the meaning of the necklace that they were overlooking a big fact that was right in front of them. You didn't want to give anything away so you just laughed or gave weird comments back when asked specific questions about it. "Do we know who they are?" "Wouldn't you like to know." "What is their last initial?" "Look at that bird out the window" "Do they go to UA atleast?" They asked in desperate attempt to get a clue. "Maybe," was your final answer as you smiled back at them while you continued to do your work. This was a big help as your classmates were trying to track down the names of people it could be. They got it down to people from this class and class 1-B as they were the only people you were close too.

In a final attempt Mina suggested a bet, everyone would pick a person who they think is your special someone and at the end of the week you would reveal the answer and the winner would get the prize money. You had no problem with this as you thought it was a fun game and you weren't actually trying to keep the person a secret. So you gave everyone until the end of the week but they couldn't ask you any questions about them, they had to figure it out on their own. With this everyone started brainstorming and some even making teams planning to split the money if they won.

"Hey bakubro wanna team up and try to guess who the necklace is about," Kirishima came up to Bakugo wanting to join in on the fun. "And waste my time, no thanks shitty hair!" He said grabbing his bag and walking out of class.

It was the end of the week and as promised everyone had their guesses. They still discussed who they think it could be as you weren't in class yet. Some disagreed with eachother on who it could be but everyone came to an agreement early on that it wasn't one person, Bakugo. He didn't seem like the type to date and they especially didn't think he'd be romantic enough to gift someone something so cute and meaningful. You came into class just as the bell rang so they weren't able to know who the necklace was about yet and had to wait till the end of class.

As you were packing your stuff ready to go home you looked up and found the whole class staring at you. "You can't leave yet you haven't revealed the person!" shouted Denki as he jokingly slammed his hands on your desk. "Okay okay I'll tell you guys who it is after I see who everyone betted on," you said thinking no one would get it right. Everyone started saying who they picked and you would just laugh and shake your head at their bizarre guesses, they all started feeling dejected thinking no one would get it right until it was the last person to guess, Midoriya. Not even giving him the chance to answer you got up and gave him the prize money knowing he was correct. "But how you didn't even hear his answer!" someone claimed as others joined in starting to get loud from this outcome.

It wasn't until the class noticed someone come up from behind you that they quieted down, that someone being the only person who didn't join in on the bet. Bakugo came up from behind and wrapped him arms around your waist kissing your hair as you leaned back into him. "Does that answer your question, extras!" he shouted dragging you out of class as everyone watched with their jaws dropped. "Kachann and y/n have been dating since middle school, how did you guys not guess that," Midorya laughed watching you two walk out together.

The only reason you knew he got it right was because he was there when it happened. Maybe not when Bakugo asked you out but he was your guys childhood friend and you all went to the same school so obviously he knew about you guys dating.

"three things I don't play about" ┈─

rules:

: ̗̀➛ be kind

: ̗̀➛ no 18+ content

: ̗̀➛ please don't expect me to do your ask just because you submitted it

im sorry but im doing this for fun and just don't do things that im uncomfortable with (yes this means my ask box is open lol

my rules aren't super strict, i just don't do nsfw and stick to fem readers or gender neutral just because that's what's easiest for me.

i don't like being mean to people, even if they're doing something i personally find cringy or something i wouldn't do that doesn't leave room for mocking them.

A little disclaimer!! I've written a lot in the past and have been in fandoms since I was a little child. But I feel like I've lost my touch, a lot of my talents aren't as practiced as I'd like them to be. This account is for me to just heal a part of me that I'd always hurt or been made fun of for. Right now as you can tell my by blog Katsuki is a very big comfort character of mine. I could go on and on, but the gist of it is, please be nice I'm not trying to be perfect, I'm trying to have fun with everyone.

game, start!

Being with Katsuki was never a challenge, you'd tell him something and he'd do it. Whether you liked the fact that he did that or not... That was the challenge...

It all started with you just scrolling through Pinterest and seeing an old DS. Offhandedly mentioning it to him before showing him on your phone. Not expecting him to scroll on his phone for maybe five minutes before showing you the same one on sale online, not even giving you the chance to object before he pressed pay.

 Shooting him a half hearted glare before he just rolled his eyes at you. “You wanted it, didn’t you?” He watched you nod, looking a little less angry and a little more embarrassed at how he talked to you. 

Missing the slight twitch in his eye when he noticed you acting like he was scolding you… Okay, maybe he was a little. “I have one already, you can use my games or order some you’d wanna play together… Okay?” The way he muttered out his words made you grin a bit, leaning closer to his side and hugging him close with a hum. 

“Okay.” In the moment you thought it was sweet and it really was, but now you were stuck playing games with him more often than not. Sighing when he tugs your hand to get you to play with him again, rolling your eyes playfully before picking up your DS and starting it up again. “Did you wanna play party mode again?” He rolled his eyes a bit, huffing as he leaned his cheek to your shoulder as you both connected to each other on your DS’s.

 Smiling just a bit when you peck his hair, not even saying anything snarky as you blow a raspberry into it to piss him off. Seeing him be able to share the things he liked with you reminded you just how needy he actually was. 

Needing to be with you whenever you’d do anything, trying whatever you enjoyed just to have an excuse to be with you. Because you knew that, you went along with his antics, listening to him when he’d just press your DS to your side, nearly pouting as he looked at you silently. 

It’s funny to think that the man who could lift you up with one arm with no hesitation still could look so sweet when he got shy even if he wouldn’t admit it. You screamed dramatically when he won after you started button smashing, laughing loudly before hugging his side tight. He just grinned down at his DS, resting his cheek at the top of your head quietly before pressing his lips to it.

 Sighing before he got up and stretched a little, turning his head to you. “What do you want for dinner?” Oh yeah, you needed to eat, you probably would’ve forgotten if he didn’t feed you all the time. Katsuki was and will always regrettably so, be a big old sweetheart and he was yours.

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