A Sour Taste And A Cruel Heart

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

if anyone's simping on karma akabane like me pls fuel my delusions with scenario ideas please and thank you.

(actually even if you don't simp on him but have scenarios please share them I'm desperate)

Hand on face

On your daughter's first day of kindergarten, Katsuki told her to keep her distance from the boys, or she'd contract their infectious disease, and she listened because papa is never wrong. You get a complaint from her teacher on the very same day, saying she wouldn't let any of the boys come near her. You go to scold Katsuki for it, but he's already holding her in his arms, spinning her and kissing her cheek, congratulating her for not contracting the infectious and stinky little boy disease.

'Open When' Letters From Bakugo

Open When You Need To Hear How Much I Love You

Tch, you’re really making me do this, huh? I don’t need to say it, but... I guess I’ll say it anyway.

I’m not the type to throw around words like ‘love,’ but you—you—are different. You make me... feel things, and it pisses me off that I can’t just push it away.

You think I don’t care? Think again. I might not say it all the time, but I do. I care more than you’ll ever know. And yeah, it’s frustrating because I want to be the tough guy, but when you’re around, I’m just... not.

So don’t ever doubt it, alright? I love you. And I’ll make sure you never forget it, even if I have to be an asshole about it.

-Katsuki

P.S. Don’t go getting all sappy on me. Just... take it as it is.

On my never-ending mission to project Izuku onto Epic Odysseus

your favorite

bakugo x reader

Bakugo and you have been dating a little over two months.

You bumped into him at the mall, accidentally running into him and spilling the both of your take out. After apologizing profusely and begging him to let you pay for his meal, you two surprisingly got along well.

Striking up a conversation while you waiting for your food to finish.

Ironically you only found out he was a pro hero after you started dating. Having heard his hero name in passing but not remembering anything about him.

Fast forward to now, you were rushing to organize your place. This would be the first time Bakugo ever came over and you knew how much of a neat freak he was.

The door bell caught your attention, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants as you went to greet him.

You were met with his figure standing tall, in his lounge clothes, and holding a bouquet of flowers. Pulling him into your home was nerve wracking, watching him survey his surroundings and taking it all in.

He analyzed all your nicknacks and plush decor. Your apartment surprisingly normal, he knew how eccentric you were and thought your apartment would show that.

Putting away the flowers in a clear vase, the two of you enjoyed each other's company. Watching movies you couldn't before because of clashing work schedules and cooking those picturesque pinterest recipes he would send you.

It was all very domestic and comfortable, there was nothing short of things to talk about as you two gossiped.

You didn't think twice when he asked you where your bathroom was, simply directing him down the hall and to the right.

He left, leaving you to hum the song you guys were listening to ask you continued cooking.

Being a pro, Bakugo knew how to follow directions and heard what you said perfectly clear. But only having seen the kitchen and living room, he got curious about the door on the left of the hall.

If Bakugo was one thing, it was nosy.

Making sure you were still busy, he gripped the door handle and slowly twisted it open. Making sure it made no noise.

What he didn't expect when he flicked on the lights was your bedroom to be covered in pro hero Deku's merchandise.

He was stunned, from top to bottom everywhere he looked what his childhood friend staring back at him. His poster hung over your bed, and your sheets had cartoon versions of him in his hero costume. Figurines sat along your desk and shelves, Deku's catchphrase etched across your rug, and your computer monitor flickered with different action shots of him.

But worst of all, the stupid chibi plushy sitting smack dab in the middle of your bed staring back at him. You had slept with Deku before you even shared a bed with him.

You didn't even know who he was when you first met, but you admired his longest friend.

He heard your footsteps approaching as you called his name. Before you walked in on him, and rushing out your explanation.

Bakugo couldn't even be upset because not long after, he found himself doing skincare with you while wearing a Deku themed face mask and wearing an extra pair of Deku themed slippers. Later slipping into your sheets as you cuddled up next to him.

The stupid Deku plushy staring back at him from the end of your bed.

Number One Girl In Your Eyes

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You’ve liked Katsuki since you first met him, and yet he doesn’t even seem to notice you, even though it’s obvious how much that hurts you.

A/n; Reader high-key acts like me so if you’re an overthinking hopeless romantic I gotchu <3

Warnings: angst with a sweet ending

1.4k word count

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You'd been in his atmosphere for ages. Hours spent in classrooms, training, or just talking in the dorms, you'd always been there. And yet it seemed like he never looked your way, even though it also seemed you were always looking his.

What a foolish thing, love. Riveting and torturous, always getting in the way of your thoughts, seeping through the cracks in your resolve like water poured down a sink, draining every other emotion until the only thing flooding your brain was him.

Or maybe this was something else. Maybe this was some other form of longing, jealousy, or maybe even loathing. Maybe the real reason that narrow gaze made you flush was because you hated the man, and no one would blame you for it. He was stubborn and mean and abrasive and cruel, a personality to match the quirk. And yet you were drawn in nonetheless.

Love or loathing, it didn't matter. He didn't care anyways. He never noticed your stares, he didn't care for your compliments when you'd give them on just how cool you thought his quirk was, and he certainly didn't notice you sitting there right next to him, silently pleading that he just look at you.

The common room was filled with chatter and laughing, your friends on the couch to your left. Mina had made sure that you'd end up with the seat next to Katsuki, smiling at you as she made her millionth attempt to play matchmaker. But today you were too tired for the antics, so you just sat quietly drinking some water, never letting your eyes linger too long on the boy next to you.

It was a weekend, and yet you and the rest of class 1-A had trained for hours, working yourselves to the bone. Your arms and legs felt so numb that it was one of the only things you could think about. One of, not the, because you were also thinking about the way Katsuki had so casually slung his arm over the back of the couch behind you while talking with Kirishima.

Mina giggled at you when you met her eyes, she'd noticed it almost as quick as you did, but she pretended otherwise when Katsuki glanced at her, wondering just what was so funny. You kept you gaze down, trying to block off your thoughts, block off Mina's stifled laughs, block off Katsuki fucking Bakugo as those narrow eyes landed on you too.

But that voice was something that you couldn't block off.

"You did good today" he said bluntly, and you blinked up at him, your resolve broken under his long awaited attention. And yet, despite finally getting him to even breathe your way, you still couldn't trust it. Don't get your hopes up, not yet. "…me?" You asked, your voice almost as uneasy as you actually were.

He scoffed. "Yeah you, idiot. Who else?" He retorted, his eyes crinkling slightly as he furrowed his brow "don't be nervous around me, it's annoying." He added, and with that, he turned his gaze away once more. You were speechless, looking up at him like a lost puppy.

Kirishima looked between you, Katsuki, and then Mina, and surprisingly caught on pretty quickly, speaking up. "Hey, Bakugo, be a little nicer to her" he butted in, giving you a sort of reassuring look. But between him, and Mina, and Katsuki coming up with some retort, you just felt… awful.

Why did your friends have to go through these hoops for you? Why couldn't you do it yourself? No, you'd already tried a million times, all failing miserably, just to get the guy you'd liked since you started at UA to look at you. You'd done enough. Why couldn't he see that? Why couldn’t he just…see you?

Before Katsuki could snap out a response to Kirishima, or even say anything else to you, you'd gotten up from the couch, and began walking towards the door. You didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Maybe it was loathing, because you now wanted nothing more than to ignore your crush as much as he ignored you.

Mina called you back, Kirishima scolded Katsuki, and everyone else stood around confused about the scene as you walked towards the elevator. You didn’t bother looking back as you hit the button up. The one time he’d talked to you in earnest, and you ran away. You felt stupid for all of it.

You stepped into the elevator, clicking the button, your eyes on the wall as someone slid into the elevator with you. You looked up, beyond surprised to see Katsuki, standing right next to you with his arms crossed, letting the elevator door closed, leaving you stuck alone with him.

“What are you doing” he said bluntly, stepping slightly closer. You stared at him, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks for a moment before you looked away. “Heading to bed. This is the girls elevator you know” you said quietly. At that he scoffed and moved closer. “I know.” He muttered, leaning against the wall in front of you 

He was quiet for a moment as the elevator began to move before he finally spoke up, saying a gruff “Why’d you get upset?” Under his breath. You looked up again, sighing. “I'm not upset-” “like hell you’re not” he interjected, standing straight, looming so close to you, those narrow eyes, always trained on something or someone else, were now totally and utterly fixed on you. 

“You’re a terrible liar. Just be honest with me, and quit trying to act like I didn’t upset you.” He said it so honestly, his voice going quieter again as he stared at you, continuing. “Did I upset you?”

You stared at him, feeling dizzy as the elevator door opened. He looked at it and then back at you, groaning in frustration as he dragged you out into the hallway. “Which rooms yours?” He asked, and, totally confused, you just pointed and he dragged you through the door, looking around. “You suck at decorating” he said bluntly before sitting you down. “What’s. Wrong?” He repeated, kneeling on the floor in front of you.

You were still so confused. Why did he care so much? Why would Katsuki fucking Bakugo be so concerned that he knelt in front of you like this? Did he actually feel bad? Did he actually care about you?

At that thought your struggle slipped out faster than you could stop them. “I like you. And I wish I didn’t” you whispered, your words falling into the silence of your room as he knelt in front of you, his expression as unchanged as ever.

The both of you were silent for a moment, just staring at each other. Your breath was rather rapid, and there was no hiding your blush now. Why did I say that why did I say that why did I say that why did I-

“Seriously? That’s it?”

You could’ve sworn you heard a chuckle in his voice as he spoke up. “I knew that.” He said simply, standing up. “Like I said, you’re a terrible liar.”

Before you could respond, or even grasp his words, he was already walking towards your door. But he stopped at the door, as if sensing your confusion. “Your decorations aren't… terrible… and I guess I like you too”

Your breath caught in your throat. he said that last part so quickly as he opened the door and walked through, saying a quick goodnight before closing it behind him. what the hell just happened? Best believe you’d be pondering the answer all night 

Meanwhile, Katsuki was walking back down the hall to the elevator, taking deep breaths as he adjusted his uniform tie. he didn’t know why he let that slip out, but he knew it’d make you feel better…maybe. god he hated it when he couldn’t think things through before he spoke. 

The truth is, Katsuki had never ignored you. He’d never tell you that though. The glances he’d steal at you were much quicker taken. Shitty hair knew, hell, even Dunce-Face Kaminari knew. But he’d swore off ever telling you. He had too much he wanted- no- needed to do first. But now, those plans were a bit muddled.

And, despite what he said, he didn’t actually know you liked him back. He just said that in an attempt to deflect. What an idiot. A stupid, secretly lovesick idiot. 

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Part 2?

I am so in love with izuku like I’m actually tweaking. I can’t explain how much i love this dorky man.

where?