Tipsy Touches And Tangled Vines

A new card of Class A has been revealed for the art expo

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thinking about grumpy bf! katsuki being annoyed after work

you were on the couch watching your favorite show while munching on some chips. your eyes were glued to the tv as the main character was finally piecing together the crime they were solving.

you were leaned closer to the tv in anticipation until your body jumped in shock as your boyfriend barged into the front door of your shared apartment.

“shit babe, you almost gave me a heart attack!” you whined, bringing your attention back to the tv.

“how was work today?” you asked, still intently reading the subtitles of the show.

katsuki gave no response. all you heard were his frustrated grunts as he removed his shoes and stomped his way to the bathroom.

you paid no mind to it for the time being, but made a mental note to ask katsuki about it later on.

a few minutes later katsuki finally made his way out of your bedroom wearing his favorite black skull shirt and some gray sweats. a small towel was placed around his neck, his hair still a bit damp.

he stomped his way to the couch and sat beside you.

“hi baby, how was your day?” you gave him a quick smile, lifting your arm up the backrest of the couch.

his brows were still very much knitted together, but he took your gesture as the chance to snuggle into you. the moment his head made contact with your body, he let out a deep sigh.

“fucking tiring”

his previously grumpy demeanor was replaced with drowsiness to the point that you could feel the exhaustion from his voice.

“aww baby, you wanna talk about it?” you looked at him with worry as you ran your fingers through his hair, giving his scalp a soft massage.

“can i just lay here for a bit?” he asked as he snuggled closer into you, the heat of his body keeping you warm.

“not a problem” you answered as you gave him a kiss on his forehead.

you continued to massage his scalp while watching your show and before you knew it, katsuki was already snoring in your arms.

🖇️ : just wanna say thanks to everyone who liked my first fic! cant believe it has more than 1k like already!! alsoooo, happy 100 followssss! anyway, i hope u guys like this one. a bit different from my first post, but i told yall im capable of soft wholesome thoughts too 🙂‍↕️

katsuki bakugou // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

if tides could speak (they'd call you home)

sleeping aid

cover shot (through the heart)

command me

pumpkin spice and everything nice

she's my wife

on my way (to you)

savvy

you wear them well

countdown

mamamatcher

you're the one that i haunt

backup

signal

you are the reason my heart is still beating

and you take me the way i am

organic chemistry

flower crown

safe haven

reinvention

a thousand petals for one unrequited love

tags: middle aged bkg x reader, suggestive, they have a college aged child wc: >1k

“i fucked up.”

“watch your mouth,” out of the corner of your eye, you see your husband’s lip curl at the voice in his phone, “what’d you do?”

a beat, and then: “can you get mom? put me on speaker?”

“right here babe,” it comes out muffled around a mouthful of popcorn, eyes still on the screen in front of you, “what’s going on?”

she sighs, big, like she did when she was 3 after you told her it was time to go to bed. for a moment, something snags in your heart. you reach down beside you, patting around on the cushion for katsuki’s hand. he doesn’t even say anything about the popcorn dust on your fingers when he squeezes them.

“i might’ve got caught drinking.”

you can almost hear the cogs turning in katsuki’s brain. “might’ve?”

the pause is just long enough for her to weigh her options. “i did.”

and this is—new. you don’t see any reaction on katsuki’s face when you turn to him. no anger, no nothing—the undisturbed surface of a pond.

just like her mother, the silence is more than she can handle. “i’m sorry,” she says, and her voice gets tighter as she goes on, just like it did when she was 15 and fighting through tears to tell you about the first crush to break her heart. “it was stupid, im so embarrassed—i don’t want to disappoint you and i don’t know why i—“

“oi,” katsuki interrupts the spiral just as you open your mouth to do the same, “take a breath.”

she does—you hear the way it shakes and you want so badly to hold her. to cradle her body to yours and rock her in your arms. but she’s too big now, and she’s too far, and all you can do is squeeze katsuki’s hand harder.

“you alright?” he asks it slowly, like he’s creating the words from scratch as he speaks them. he’s—trying to be delicate, you realize. he’s not angry. he’s worried.

a sniff comes across the line, tinny and pixelated. “yeah. didn’t get sick or anything. i wasn’t drunk, either—just. wrong place, wrong time.”

“sounds more like wrong decision,” you say lightly. you’re not sure when you and katsuki switched roles—when you became the bad cop.

“yeah,” she says, watery again, “it was.”

you listen to her spin the tale—if you close your eyes, you can almost see your little girl there, giggly and flushed like her father when he drinks, tucked under the arm of her roommate in some hole in the wall bar. you know it’s all in good fun, and you can’t think about it too long or all of the what ifs keep you up all night.

it was agony to let her go—to watch her turn from you and walk towards the rest of her life. but it was for this—so she can make mistakes and learn from them.

“can i come home this weekend?”

you have to nearly break katsuki’s fingers to displace the shattering in your chest. “please don’t ever ask to come home,” you tell her, feeling too much all at once, “do you need us to get you?"

"no, i can take the bus, it shouldn't be too—"

you keep one ear on her but let your mind wonder. it's a beautiful and absolutely sickening thing, watching her grow up. wishing like hell she'd have remained the tiny toddler in her dad's arms, knowing that you'll never have that again. but the memory is enough, most days, and this part is pretty cool too.

you say your goodbyes, and she tells you she loves you. then you're bathed in quiet again—the movie in front of you largely forgotten, only white noise now. you look at katsuki, and he looks like he's fighting with himself, and losing.

“why are you smiling?”

“just,” he sighs, dragging his free hand down his face—the other still tethered to you, “glad we raised a kid that can tell us shit.”

that she feels safe enough to call, even when it’s hard. yeah—you’re glad for that too. then, he pivots.

“so what if she comes in while i’m fucking you,” it’s more of a statement than a question—clearly latched on to you telling your daughter to come to the house whenever she’d like. you snort, rolling your eyes.

"we have her location. and also, it's not like we're having sex on the kitchen table anymore. we have a bedroom with a door."

he turns to you, and the grin that spreads slow and heated across his face gives you the same butterflies it did 18 years ago. in fact, it's probably the thing that helped create the child coming home to see you so soon. he's in your space now, corralling you off the couch and into—right, the kitchen—

"we could."

Katsuki just left, and your phone is already ringing with his contact.

You know what this is about. You smile and click the phone to answer, pinning the device between your shoulder and your ear. “Yes, baby?”

“You think you’re so fucking cute, don’t you?”

You giggle briefly before clearing your throat to gain some composure, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play that shit card with me,” he snarls, but his voice holds no venom. Truly a bark with no bite. You continue to spread the jelly on your toast, waiting for him to finish his rant. “I don’t even have to open it to see the chaos you’ve caused. Is this why you wanted to take the car yesterday? Alone? Fucking brat.”

You stifle a giggle and you hear him try to fight his own laughter. “And fucking Hello Kitty? Really?”

Covering his dashboard in stickers wasn’t something you’d planned on doing, but when TikTok inspiration strikes, who would you be to not answer the call?

You’d covered everything: the dash board, the side panels, the steering wheel, the stick shift, center console, everywhere within his driver and passenger seat is covered in stickers of assorted Sanrio characters.

You pout, “it’s not just hello kitty, there’s some Kuromi’s in there for you.”

“How. Generous.” You laugh at his expense, and he lets you, but he doesn’t fool you for a second- he’s hiding his laugh. “So, you gonna come take these shits off?”

“No.”

“HAA?!”

“No!” You repeat. “Because what if you pick up your side pieces in your big expensive car and kiss them? Hmm? They won’t kiss you if they know you have a pretty, perfect, amazing pookie wookie bear at home.”

“My pookie wookie bear is going to get suffocated with a pillow,” he growls. “Now come take care of this!”

“No,” you sing. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Swear to god-“

“Bye babyyyy!”

“Don’t you fucking-“

You’re quick to hang up the phone, giggling and going back to your toast with a satisfied smile spread on your cheeks, and you-

Immediately, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs of your home. Panic grips your heart as your eyes flick to the doorway of the kitchen.

The front door opens. He’s running.

“You’re so fucking dead.”

You scream.

The payback for sticker-ing his car might’ve been intense, full of tickling fingers and bites and threats turning into promises of payback.

But it was worth the new memory with your man.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, lounging on the couch with a small, fond smile tugging at his lips as he watches you waddle around, the little furrow between your brows making you look both adorable and determined.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, calling out to you as you head toward the kitchen, urging you to sit down and take it easy, wanting you to relax and let him handle things.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, chuckling softly as you stubbornly shake your head, firmly insisting that you need to get the chores done despite his protests.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, his heart swelling as he watches you walk over to the couch, duster in one hand, your other hand resting gently on your back for support, clearly determined to keep going.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, a grin spreading across his face as he sees you struggle to bend down to pick up a stray piece of clothing from the floor, your pregnant belly making simple tasks a little harder.

Husband! Bakugou Katsuki, beginning to rise from the couch, ready to help, only for you to hold up your hand firmly, pointing him back down, not allowing him to lift a finger.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, feeling nothing but pride as he watches your determination and stubbornness lead you through your cleaning, admiring your strength and resolve.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, scooting closer to you as you finally settle onto the couch next to him, folding clothes with quiet focus, his gaze never leaving you.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, his mind already racing with thoughts of having another child with you once your first is born, the image of you full and warm with his child making his heart flutter and his thoughts run wild.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, massaging your shoulders as you hum contentedly, folding the last of the clothes, the soft warmth of your body and the peace in the moment making his heart ache with love.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, an absolute pervert when it comes to the sight of his pregnant wife, you—completely and utterly obsessed with every curve and detail of your beautiful, expecting body.

uggghhh i jst loovvve husband Katsuki and his pregnant wife 🥲

idol ✧.*

idol reader x bakugo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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summary: pure fluff. you are an idol preforming at a hero ceromony where bakugo falls for you.

listening to strategy by twice and new dance by xg.

every year the hero’s hold there ceremony for the standings of the top ten. everyone who is anyone is there.

of course there has always been preformances, pop music, rnb, rap, even opera makes there own special appearances between rankings.

this year your group was invited to preform. since trainee days you hadn’t really known how much your group would succeed. you are happy to say you guys are doing great. internationally.

preforming at coachella and other events. this was just another gig. your preformace was going to be about ten minutes. your makeup was done and you looked amazing.

getting walked around back stage bumping into hero’s that were about to get the standings for the year. your goals were similar, it was all about rankings for both groups.

as you walked in the dim lights you passed by the group walking off the stage. you were able to recognize everyone. they were humanities hero’s of course. it made you remember why you were here, to celebrate the people that keep you safe.

before you knew it your group was called up to the ready set behind the stage. the lights were bright but it was normal. nothing you couldn’t handle. your groups leader shouted out introducing your team. goosebumps scattered your skin.

the beat to your most popular song dropped, seeing your chance before the lyrics you yelled out,

“thank you heros!!!”

dancing into motion, your trained body moved in the rhythm you practice day and night. rocking your hips it was soon to be your turn to sing the chorus.

coming to the front of the stage you sung with a smile on your face.

little did you know this was the moment that a popular someone fell for you. he had passed you back stage and walked through with a stare. to go seemingly unnoticed by you. king dynamight watched you sing and his heart beat sped up. racing out of his chest his stone cold emotions couldn’t show what he was feeling.

this was his first time seeing you, or your group. he had never heard or listened to you before. so in his own world you were now pulling him out of the seriousness, and you didn’t even know it.

he focused in on you for the ten minutes you were on the stage, his eyes never leaving you. he watched as you gave thanks to the hero’s, to him.

your heart raced, you knew your time on this stage was almost up. but you were also approaching your dance solo. it was your time to shine. stepping up to center for the last time tonight you forced everyone to look at you. there was no way anyone was going to look away from you. not with the way your hips swayed or the way you moved your arms with the beat.

your group members came in with you at the end of the break and sang the remainder of the last song. your leader saying goodbye to the crowd and you ending with “hope you enjoyed!”

cantering off the stage you laughed with your group members. all having the time of your life, before you all got serious. the tension back stage was the same as when you left. it was thick, all the heros and others standing with anxiety about where they stand with rankings.

as a body guard led you to your designated seats, you waved and bowed at several heroes and people that applauded your performance.

finally sitting down you got a moment of relief between all the commotion. well it wasn’t too long before a small group of men made there way over to your memebers.

you knew them, one was red riot, the other one was similar to pikachew and the last one was named like great explosion god murder or something like that. you bowed silently and watched as the others talked to your other members. your heart sped up as you noticed the explosion one saunter over to infront of you.

“hey.” you looked up to his voice. he was talking to you. this guy is ranked well too.

you put on your idol face, preppy and overly nice. “hello! hope you enjoyed our preformace!” you spoke with confidence.

“you don’t have to be fake with me, you must be exhausted after ten minutes of dancing. those idiots have you guys up there for way to long without a break.” he was nicer then you thought, or nicer than you had seen him in the media. maybe it was all fake.

“oh no, it really isn’t that bad. ten minutes is nothing when you love what you do.” you laughed out. you focused in on him as he spoke to you. he was built. somewhat rugged but seemed intelligent, calculated almost.

“well you looked damn good up there. i need to go but.. you’ll see me around i’m sure.” his voice was rough with his words, sounding like a threat but you knew it was a promise.

he walked away with his coworkers before you could say anything else. in shock you sat and stared at the ground.

snapping back into reality when your group member said beside you, “woah! he was cute! i think he likes you y/n…” her giggles were music to your stressed ears. taking a moment you giggled with her and said

“i hope so!”

it wasn’t until you were in bed later that night that you got a new follower.

dynamight follows you! just now.

it wasn’t a minute before you followed back. it’s safe to say the feelings were mutual.

bakugo had immediately went home after that and watched your old videos and some fancams btw.

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more idol flicks coming tbh. checking out your requests also!!!

part two link here!!!

OPPOSITE ATTRACT (SECRETLY OF COURSE)

synopsis — you and bakugo’s personality are the total opposite and no one would expect you guys to ever be friends until…

word count — 1.1k

a/n — BAKUGO IS SO FINE LIKE I WAS DYING WRITING THIS. I LOVE HIM SM LIKECJEJFJJS. anyways

The common room of Class 1-A was filled with energy, as it often was after a long day of classes. The girls had claimed one corner of the room, lounging on the couches and chatting away as they were talking about boys and their types.

“I think Kirishima is cute,” Mina mused, swinging her legs over the couch armrest. “He’s got that golden retriever personality, you know?”

“He’s definitely charming,” Hagakure giggled.

Ochacco tilted her head. “What about you y/n? Any crushes?”

y/n, the kind-hearted sweetheart of the class, smiled softly. “I don’t really know.. I guess I like someone strong but caring deep down.”

Asui blinked. “Ribbit. That’s a pretty broad answer.”

Before y/n could elaborate, the boy’s voices echoed from the other side of the living room. They were being their usual loud selves, Kirishima, Kaminari, Tokoyami, and of course, Bakugo.

Kirishima heard the girl’s conversation before suddenly turned to Bakugo with a sly grin. “Hey, Bakugo, what’s your type?”

The room fell silent. Everyone knew Bakugo was not the type to entertain such conversations, which is exactly who Kirishima had asked, just to get a rise out of him.

“Oi! What kinda dumbass question is that!?” Bakugo’s voice immediately exploded through the air.

Kaminari snickered. “C’mon, man, we’re just curious.”

“Tch. As if I’d waste my time thinking about crap like that,” Bakugo scoffed, folding his arms, His face had taken on the slightest tinge of red, but he masked it with an aggressive scowl.

From the girls’ corner, y/n giggled. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. Bakugo’s annoyed reactions was just too funny.

That did not go unnoticed. Bakugo’s crimson eyes snapped to her, narrowing suspiciously.

“The hell are you laughing at?” he growled.

y/n shocked her head, still smiling. “Nothing, nothing!”

But the damage had already been done. Mina and Kirishima immediately locked eyes with each other, their expressions screaming, suspicious.

-

Later that night, Mina and Kirishima crouched behind the corner of the hallway, whispering excitedly.

“Okay, tell me you saw that,” Mina said. “y/n laughed at Bakugo’s reaction. That’s weird.”

Kirishima grinned. “And Bakugo actually reacted to her. That’s even weirder.”

They had been low-key theorizing about Bakugo and y/n for weeks. Sure, they never interacted much in public, but there was something off about how Bakugo didn’t seem to direct his usual rage at y/n. And that giggle? That was their confirmation.

So, when they saw y/n quietly slipping out of her dorm room and tiptoeing toward Bakugo’s, they had to investigate.

“Okay, let’s wait a few minutes, then bam! We barge in,” Mina whispered.

Kirishima nodded. “If we die, it was an honor.”

Mina smirked. “We’re heroes in training, we’ll be fine.”

-

The Class 1-A dorms had settled into a quiet hum for the night. Most of the students were relaxing in their rooms, some playing games, other studying, and a few, like Mina and Kirishima, engaging in questionable activities.

y/n on the other hand, had other plans.

She tiptoed down the hallway, hand gripping the hem of her hoodie as she scanned the area. The last thing she needed was for someone to see her sneaking in his room. Though, knowing her luck, someone — Mina and Kirishima most likely was already watching.

Reaching Bakugo’s door, she raised a delicate fist and knocked twice. No answer. Not unusual.

Rolling her eyes with a soft smile, she carefully turned the knob, it was never locked for her. The door creaked open just enough for her to slip inside before closing it behind her.

The moment she entered, the atmosphere shifted.

Katsuki Bakugo lay sprawled across his bed, one arm lazily tucked behind his head while the other draped over his stomach. His ash-blond hair was messier than usual, and his uniform jacket was discarded on his desk chair, leaving him in his black t-shirt and black sweats.

At the sound of the door shutting, his crimson eyes lazily flickered open.

“You took forever,” he grumbled.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, walking over to his bed. “You didn’t even answer the door.”

“Didn’t feel like moving.”

She shook her head fondly before settling onto the bed beside him. The second she did, Bakugo wasted no time. With a low grunt, he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down onto the mattress with him.

“You’re clingy tonight,” Y/N mused, her fingers instinctively threading through his messy hair.

He only grumbled, nuzzling into the warmth of her shoulder. “Tch. Shut up.”

She giggled, the vibration of her laughter making him hum in satisfaction. They stayed like that for a while. Bakugo was completely relaxed, his breathing steady, his grip firm but comforting. This was a side of him no one else saw.

During school hours, he acted as if she barely existed. But in moments like these, when it was just the two of them, he couldn’t keep his hands off her.

“You laughed at me today,” he muttered suddenly, voice muffled against her hoodie.

Y/N blinked, then smiled. “Because you were funny.”

He huffed, pulling her even closer. “Dumbass.”

She rolled her eyes playfully but made no move to push him away. She liked this side of him, this soft, vulnerable, needy side. And no matter how gruff he tried to sound, she could hear the underlying plea in his voice when he mumbled.

“Shut up and stay here.”

Y/N hummed, running her fingers soothingly along his scalp. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

It was peaceful. Too peaceful.

-

Outside the door, Mina and Kirishima crouched low, exchanging glances at each other with excitement.

“Okay,” Mina whispered. “This confirms it.”

Kirishima nodded. “They have to be dating.”

“Or at least something.” Mina’s grin widened. “Now, we need proof.”

The two waited a few more moments, letting the suspense build. Then

BAM!

The door slammed open.

“OH. MY. GOD,” Mina screeched, her phone already raised.

Click! Click!

Kirishima doubled over in wheezing laughter. “DUDE! YOU’RE SO CLINGY!”

Bakugo shot up immediately, his entire face exploding into a furious shade of red.

“YOU DAMN EXTRAS!!!”

Mina howled with laughter, waving her phone like a trophy. “I GOT PICTURES! THIS IS GOLD!”

“DELETE THEM, YOU PINK HAIRED GREMLIN!” Bakugo roared, lunging off the bed.

Mina screamed, scrambling out of the room at lightning speed, Kirishima hot on her heels.

“RUN, RUN, RUN!” Kirishima yelled between bouts of laughter.

Bakugo exploded after them, quite literally, his hands sparking as he chased them down the hall. The dorms erupted into chaos, doors creaked open as confused classmates peered out, blinking at the spectacle of Bakugo launching himself after Mina and Kirishima, his furious shouts echoing through the building.

y/n, who walked out of the room, covered her mouth as she burst into laughter.

So much for their little secret.

me and my friendgroup frfr

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