I Told The Flowers of You And They Bloomed

Bakugou x fem!reader

Bakugou sat with his body turned to the window, hand holding his head while he looked off. Aizawa blabbered somewhere in the background, a lesson the blond had tuned out since it started.

The morning sun beamed a glow onto her hair, the sight rushing a burning spike through bakugous veins. Spring had come early, un-matching to the February chill was green grass and chirping birds, pollen in the air like thick splashes of honey. Either way, it cooled the room just the same to a perfect hue. His eyes fixated on her sleeping face, the rise of her chest and flutter in her eyes.

(Y/n) had often slept in class, and with grades to no complaint it seemed the teacher didn’t take much notice to it. The paper under her had been completed well before class and he wonder why she even bothered to show up at all. Except, bakugou was grateful because he loved watching her, liked looking at her as if she had been stuck as a masterpiece, the window frame her own to complete the art. Vines wrapped around her ankles as she snored, each breath from her nose fluttering a leaf that grew around her from her quirk. And as she dreamt and the hours passed, flowers came to sprout just so. The longer he watched, the more greenery grew at her feet and around her arms. Even a small sprout sat at the top of her head, a bud just slowly forming ever so.

“Bakugou,” Aizawa called just as the bell rang, “wake her up, time for lunch.”

He flinched at that, his cheeks reddening before giving the teacher a snarky look. Aizawa only turned away, starting at erasing the chalk board.

The boy rolled his eyes, taking one more glance at his classmate before putting his bag together. After some minutes he looked over to see she still hadn’t budged, so he kicked her feet. The girl groaned, shaking her head and mumbling something under her tongue.

“Oi, wake up.”

She hummed and he, gently, kicked at her feet again until her head pried its way from her arms. His heart did that funny feeling it always did when he was near her, stepping aside so she could pack up her own things.

“Theres fucking dandelions in yer’ hair, sprout.” He tusked

Her eyes rose to see the top of her head, a small giggle coming out as she picked one and twisted it between her fingers. “Happens when you’re in my dreams.” She noted, perhaps not even meaning to say it out loud.

“T-the fuck?”

(Y/n) smiled, shrugging. “In my dream…” she seemed to try and remember. “I had told a bed of weeds of you, and they all blossomed into flowers.”

After a moment of silence, the boys face flushed and frozen in place, she left. Left like nothing happened. Like she didn’t just confess she liked him in the most odd of ways possible.

Okay, I’m over my meltdown. Let’s continue, shall we? :)

Meeting You Changed Me (2)

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Part 1

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

¨Daddy?¨

A million times he heard that voice and a million times he would never get used to it. Bakugou groaned just as a small hand grazed his face, so light and wondrous it padded his skin until his eyes came open and the light from the hall illuminated to make out the toddler's face. The man yawned, outstretching his hands for the little one to grab on and hoist him onto King cal. Tatsumi happily cuddled up to his father, and while he snuggled close bakugou took a moment to look at the clock on the nightstand, 6:32 am. Well, seems tatsumi was able to stay in his own be this time. He kissed the childs´ head in silent glee, his arms around the kid tightening just a bit more and he squeezed his eyes shut so tight it hurt, imaging the boy, not in his hold and it hurt. And with that thought lingering, the sun slowly beamed in through the dark sheer curtains and burned it away the more he felt his son's warm breaths against his chest.

partnered with bakugou during a project.

Bakugou watching as you utterly freeze in front of everyone, poster in shaky hands and body stiff.

Bakugou who cursed to himself before taking your note card, having read over your side of the project and spoke for you

You are trembling and staring into the awaiting faces of the other students

How just as he finished up and hands Aizawa the finished poster, his hand has to urged your stilling body out of the room

He’s sitting outside on the floor waiting while you just stare off and out the window, not having said a word since the beginning of class while he waits for you to come back to reality

The way he flinched when tears suddenly hit the ground and he looks up to see you crying, face bland but eyes red

He honestly doesn’t know what to do, waiting with you outside the class room, he just stays quiet until you stop and leave for the restroom

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One Last Time

Bakugou x fem!reader

“I tried to move on, Katsuki, but no one is you.”

The man scoffed, shaking his head and leaning against the balcony. “And what makes me so special?”

“You never ran from me when you met my worse.” And she smiled, closing her eyes as if tears threatened and her head turned away. Bakugou blinked, mouth opened ever so slightly and eyebrows dented. He almost- almost reached out until, “but…” (y/n) sighed and rested a hand onto the ledge, her head leaning onto her hand as she looked into the window that tunneled to the dance hall. “You met her. And I see now of the love you both share was something we could never have with one another.”

Before he could even respond, the doors to the balcony opened.

“Hello dear,” Midoriya piped, slick in his suit and hair tangled back. It was the hair style (y/n) had always wanted bakugou to try, swearing it’d look ‘so handsom’. The hero came up just next to her, an arm coming around her waist and lips kissing her head. “Awfully cold out here. Don’t you want to come inside and get warm?” He shrugged off his jacket, pulling it around her bare shoulders the dress left.

The blond stared, mouth closing but he stopped himself. The breeze blew heavy and he straightened, looking to his friend. “Hey, Deku.”

“Kacchan.”

“I’ll come in in a moment.” She tugged the jacket on close. “You go in, I’ll be right behind.”

His smile faded ever so, but nodding and eyeing his old friend then turning to leave. And just as the doors closed

bakugou was close, holding (y/n) in his arms and breathing in deeply.

“I love you.” He whispered, “I fucking love you.”

She fought the tears that brimmed her eyes, pushing him away. “And I you.”

Just seconds after a moment of exchanged looks from a distance, she escaped to the doors, lost in the party of dozens and slow music. And in the window, just in eye view, was Uraraka. Bakugou locked gazes, swallowing his pride and took one foot after the other to face reality, again.

Let Me Hear You Again

Bakugou x mute!fem!reader

Watching you walk down that isle, dress spreading behind and smile on your face. Katsuki could barley handle himself, wanting so bad for it to be over with so he could call you his forever. But he prevailed. The music sang its classic tune and each step of your heels became louder as you approached. No hand held yours, no chaperone to give you away, just you and the ghost of what was to finally be left behind for a new life of hopeful nothingness.

Tears welled in both your eyes, but Katsuki was the one who held strong when Mina sneaked up just as you reached to be hand in hand with him and tuck a tissues into your grasp. Mopping away the tears, the priest began.

Words were exchanged in legal consequence, hands united and then the call for one to share vows. The ash-blond opened his mouth, love pouring out onto every crevice of their love over the years, your heart wrenching.

And then he stared, waiting for the minister to continue until he noticed a piece of paper fiddling between your fingers. His eyes shot to yours, confused when you opened it, looking over at the crowed and quickly turning away, light blush on your cheeks.

“Ka…Katsuki,”

His eyes widened, frozen in place at your voice. He took your hand in reassurance to your rare confidence. You squeezed it, turning your direction to the floor and reading the small paper in your free hand.

He broke at the words, hearing your voice try just for him in the best moment of his life. It improved over the minute, just a bit more steady to what it had started with but cracking. Not so much because of the tears, which he gladly wiped away as you read, but of sheer frustration in how difficult it was becoming. And when you had finished, the crowd had stood, friends and family having moist eyes to the treasure that was hearing something that was almost long forgotten.

It was infrequent, your voice, learning to hate it or love it, there being no in between. He hated the way he had only found you under the rubble by your cries of pain. But blushes at the knowledge that when he made you feel good, you cried in pleasure.

Damn the priest and “I do’s”, he will gladly do.

“Fuck it-“ and he grabbed your face gently, smashing his lips into you with a hunger that had you groaning, your sound so beautiful. And when he pulled away, hugging you with his mouth to your ear, he muttered, “I’m going to have to hear more of you tonight when I make you scream, sweet.”

Oh Snap

A bakugou (kinda not really) x Mina x fem!reader -you’ll see when you read it

“Marvino’s. You and me. 8 tomorrow.”

You stared at the man, the No.2 pro hero an easy tower like form over you. He smirked down at you, eyes a flame and easily eying you up and down with no shame. It was…well it was intruding to say the least.

“Excuse me?” You crossed your arms.

He again gave you an obvious look. “Do I gotta repeat myself? I want you. So how about a date, sweet heart?”

You walked away. Quite literally, not even batting an eye, turned on your heel and walked out of the coffee shop.

The man blinked a moment. Where were you going? The audacity! Anyone would be sure damn lucky if the- THE pro hero Dynamight asked em’ out. He doesn’t just let anyone go out with him! Let alone ask! Bakugou huffed, eyes following her out until he went to swing the glass door open just to go after her. But he was stopped in his tracks.

“Babe!”

Minas arms wrapped around you, hands shamelessly trailing to grope your ass and give a big kiss on the cheek. Blushing heavily you squeaked, holding breath as your girlfriend lay out what love she could on you in public.

“Hello” you giggled, flushing a cherry red. Giving some distance, you then went in for a quick peck that the other woman accepted easily.

Yellow eyes peeled up and Mina, once she realized, smiled wide. “Bakugou!” She called, waving and wrapping her other arm around her girlfriend.

At the realization, your eyes went wide, blushing and looking away, almost hiding behind Mina. Why the hell were you embarrassed? He’s the one who was fucked!

“This is my-“ Mina looked down at you, “oh- what’s wrong, Sweet?”

You had a hand fanning over your eyes, glued to the ground. “Nothing at all.” You gritted.

“We’ve met” bakugou huffed, arms crossing while he stared.

“Great!” Mina piped, hugging your side harder. She then proceeded to take your hand, squeezing it. “She’s been in America for 11 months! ‘Believe that?” She looked lovingly down at you, “and I finally have her back”

“That’s (y/n)?” Bakugou pointed.

“No.” You frowned, “I’m a random chick from America who found a nice pro hero to fuck for riches.”

Mina bursted laughing at bakugous change in expression.

“Listen here you little shit-“

“No you listen. The only reason you don’t have anyone looking your way is because you have the audacity to believe everyone froths at the mouth for you. Reality? You’re a piece a shit. And don’t ever call me “sweet heart”, sweet heart.” She looked him up and down, “I have a hard time finding many people not attractive cause damn this city knows fashion, and you might be pretty to look at, but your mouth says other wise. Remember you might do better sitting handsome on a shelf with your lips stitched shut.” And you tugged your girlfriends hand. “Come on Mina.”

Mina gaped at her woman and rose a brow at her friend, walking away in disbelief until she started just to laugh her ass off again.