please send requests 🙏

Katsuki gets annoyed when he sees you clicking on your little phone. His snoopy ass is constantly leaning over your shoulder, wanting to know everything you know. But to his dismay, everything’s in English.

He recognises a few basic words like conjunctions, pronouns, and simple vowels. But with the grammatical order of sentences being switched around, he’s mostly guessing what you’re chuckling to yourself over.

He tries to use context clues, but when it’s the same low quality image of some random guy talking to a brick wall with a different text each video, he gets pouty.

You try to translate what’s so funny, but Japanese humour is much different to English speaking humour. You watch as Katsukis face contorts into a wrinkled mess when you attempt to to explain how #ihatemybf is peak comedy.

“Why are Americans so fucking negative??”

“Okay, multiple things. 1)I’m not American 2) Says you??? And 3) It’s so funny you don’t understanddd”

Whenever you find something funny, you try your best to keep it accurate to the original text, but sarcasm can be hard times translate. Katsuki ends up doing that half chuckle thing, but he seriously does not understand why you’re giggling over a heavily misspelt text, most words being gibberish or used in the incorrect context, with a low quality image, tied together with a very.. questionable audio.

Extra:

You walk into your house to see Katsuki, Shoto, and Izuku gathered around the dinner table with a phone in the center, playing the same short TikTok on repeat.

“What is ‘hawk tuah’?”

“Maybe Hawks has branched out his brand to the west?”

“Then why is the background image the penguin toy from Toy Story?”

“You’ve gotta have a backstage pass to be here, Dynamight.”

“Oh come on, it’s just me!”

“Rules are ru-“

“Tsuki!”

Katsuki’s head whipped around at the sound of your voice so fast, he swore his neck cracked. He immediately lost his breath. Of course he always thought you were stunning, but in your concert getup; he couldn’t get his eyes off of you. He immediately hold you close and peppers your head with kisses, lightly enough to not mess up your stylists’ hard work.

“I like you dressed like this.”

Frilly outfits that sparkled underneath the stage lights, and a face that could stop wars with its beauty.

“You better, I’ve been here since 4am.”

He would’ve never known with the way you were bouncing around. Idols were truly supernatural.

“Dynamight, if you don’t have a ticket, we’re gonna have to escort you out.”

Your manager only ever enforced the rules like this for Katsuki. If it were anyone else, they’d be offering a bunch of free things and discounts. Katsuki gets to pay an extra ‘Boyfriend Fee’.

“ITS MY GIRLFRIEND, ILL DO WHAT I WANT!”

A group of bodyguards were forced to escort him out the building. Not before he kissed the hell out of you, smudging your lips a little bit.

The footage of the concert started trending the next day. Your visibly kissed lips and an angry Dynamight seen outside the venue with a massive pile of concert merch. Truly ‘Japan’s best Couple’.

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I love idol reader x Katsuki :D im imagining yn dressed like rei from ive. Yk with the pigtails and sparky dress

Sorry this took so long 😭😭

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Katsuki didn’t plan on ever getting into a relationship again; just him and his darling daughter was enough for him. That was until your stupid face somehow wormed its way into his mind.

His girl, Bakugou Chiyo, had been going to daycare for a few months now, but he’d never met you officially.

As much as Mitsuki loved having the little one over most weekdays, she didn’t have all the time in the world to spend babysitting. Eijirou encouraged Katsuki to enroll Chiyo and had recommended the daycare he used for his kids. Despite Katsuki’s hesitation towards it, Eijirou wouldn’t stop pestering the man to give it a chance. Something about ‘socialisation’ or whatever. Still, Katsuki put up a good fight.

“Fuck no, you know how disgusting other people’s kids are?? I don’t want Chiyo catching rabies from those things.”

“It’s expensive, I’m not exactly rich right now you know!”

“How do I know those teachers are qualified?”

“I’m sure Chiyo’s gonna hate it so what’s the bother.”

Unfortunately, Chiyo loved it, waking up early and being pretty self sufficient for a 4 and a half year old. She even packed her bag herself before bed so it was ready the next morning. Yes it was filled with just stuffed animals, and what.

“Baby, do you seriously need all of your friends? Why not pick one?”

“But they’ll be lonely :(“

Katsuki had to write out a whole schedule of which plush goes to daycare on which day. This rotation made sure the toys all got an equal amount of days.

Chiyo had been getting chattier in the recent days. Perhaps shitty hair was right about the socialisation bit… However, at dinner that night, a new name kept coming up.

“-and I was really sad. But then, Smiley came over and made it better!”

“Who’s ’Smiley’, princess?”

“Silly daddy, you see her every day at pickup!”

That was helpful. One out of the army of children he has no time to notice.

“Tell me about Smiley. She nice to you?”

“Mhm! Today she secretly gave me a chocolate from the teacher desk :D”

Alarms went off in Katsuki’s head. Chiyo’s friends with a thief. Chiyo’s gonna turn into a criminal. Chiyo’s gonna get arrested in the future. Chiyo needs to stop being friends with this ‘Smiley’ kid!!

“What??”

“Yeah. She told me not to tell anyone or she’ll get in trouble… But you won’t tell, right daddy l?”

The next day and drop off, Katsuki stomped in, all geared up in his hero suit, with a massive scowl decorating his face. Usually Mitsuki and Masaru drop the sweetheart off in the mornings, and by the end of a long work day, Katsuki doesn’t have time to chat. So other parents and teachers had basically never had a proper conversation with the man. That sure was gonna change.

“Who is this ‘Smiley’ kid??”

The receptionist looked befuddled.

“Oh no.. what did she do?”

“Nunya goddamn business. Point me to ‘er”

A shaken older hand pointed towards a young and surprisingly pretty face across the room. Must be the kids mother.

Katsuki stomped his way over to the woman. Either she shrunk back in fear of the pro hero, or his anger made him grow a few inches.

“Oi! Who do you think you are? Letting your kids behave like that? I swear, don’t give me some shi- stupid excuse!”

“I’m so sorry! Has someone been picking on Chi-Chi?”

“Chi-Chi? Seriously nicknaming a kid that doesn’t belong to you? That’s so fuc- freaking creepy.”

Chiyo yanked at her father’s pant leg a bit.

“Don’t yell at Smiley like that >:(“

Huh. Smiley.. is the teacher. Oh. A normal person would instantly apologise, but Katsuki? Pro hero Dynamight?

“What kind of relationship do you have with my daughter??”

He made you look like a child predator in front of your entire classroom, their parents, and your boss +coworkers..To say he felt bad was an understatement, the look of your terrified and embarrassed face scarring his mind for days.

Then, Chiyo came home balling her eyes out.

“Miss Smiley wasn’t there! She left me!”

Fuck. He knew what he had to do.

+81 XXX XXX XXX: Meet me at the restaurant down the street in 10.

Y/N: What the freak

When he saw you walk in, his jaw dropped. Unfortunately, you were beautiful, like the girls on the covers of magazines. However, your cute and almost squishable face quickly turned to a glare, eyes shooting lasers through his face.

It’s silent for a long time.

“This is the part where you apologise for getting me fired.”

“Right, I’m really sorry.”

…

“Look, I love Chiyo so so much. She’s a good kid and I’m sure you can tell she’s grown an attachment to me. If it’s because you or her mother feels jealous-“

“I’m single, the mother is out of the picture.”

“Oh so you just felt like being a dick?”

“Mind your language, Sensei. Wouldn’t want any kids to develop a fowl tongue.”

“I’m the reason Chiyo doesn’t have some of your key vocabulary. Watch it, Dynamight.”

“Oh I’m so scared😒”

You instantly stood up and grabbed your purse. “If you’re just here to rub salt in the wound, I think we’re done.” Fuck. Katsuki yanked you back down into your seat, eyes begging.

“No, fuck- I can’t stop fucking this up. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Wanna add another f-bomb to that statement?”

“Fuck off.”

“There we go.”

Katsuki groaned to himself, wanting to kill himself right there and then.

“I came here to apologise and fix things, but I’m stupid and can’t fucking communicate!”

“There are other swear words y’know?”

“Take me seriously.”

Your face softened slightly. You seriously thought he might cry in the middle of some random ramen restaurant.

“How do I fix this??”

“Well..”

You didn’t ask for too much really. Shopping spree (clothes, jewellery, cosmetics, skincare, shoes, hair pins, the works), official apology to everyone who was in the room at the time, get job back, and a bunch of tiramisu.

After all that, you were nothing but smiles. Then it clicked. Always smiling. Miss Smiley. Damn, that was a lazy nickname.

“Chiyo was the one who came up with ‘Miss Smiley’.”

It’s the best goddamn nickname anyone has ever made.

“Is there anything else you wanna add to that long ass list of yers???”

“Perchance..”

“Well??”

“A second date?”

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“Tell your boyfriend to go outside, he’s pale asf.”

“She says you’re very pale.”

“That’s a compliment, why is she glaring??”

“It’s an insult..”

“😦-😾 tell her to get a skincare routine!”

“He says, you have bad skin”

“Oh he’s one to talk, he’s got a face only a mother could love!”

“She thinks you’re ugly.”

“THIS BITCH- tell her deodorant is only 500 yen”

“He says you should invest your money better”

“Oh rich boy over here! Tell him to-“

These interactions could go on for hours if they could. But there are plus sides! Katsuki’s English has improved since meeting her. Mostly because he noticed his insults weren’t getting a big enough reaction, and realised you were watering them down.

Katsukis search history probably:

- English swear words

- Words that make white people mad

- Words that make white people mad that an Asian man is allowed to say

- What slurs am I allowed to say

He’s grumpy for a while when he finds out there’s basically no socially acceptable slurs he can say.

- How to make American girls angry

His scowl only got bigger when all he was met with was articles saying he was being racist to white people. He was met with one final option.

Reddit.

Walking into your boyfriend falling down the AITA rabbit hole was not something you expected to come home to.

Eventually, you caved and gave him some new vocabulary.

Friend - 0

Katsuki - 1

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I’m unfortunately obsessed with the idea that Katsuki hates Americans.

I don’t know why I used America in this, I’ve never been there LMFAO

here's my request: pro hero katsuki x influencer quirkless reader. like how started the relationship and maybe some headcanon like hand placement, if there's pda in some events or awards, what he would answer if some1 ask him about his relationship, etc.

I hope you like my request, thank u and have a great day 💗

Omg I love the idea of katsuki with a famous non pro hero partner.

You were surprisingly popular for what you did. Makeup tutorials, reviews, grwms, ootd, vlogs. A part of your popularity was how it seemed you lived the dream life, inspiring teens all across Japan to strive for your aesthetic. (Wonyoungism lmfao).

You officially met Katsuki when you were asked to be the main interviewer on this year's annual Pro Hero Billboard Chart red carpet. When you read the email offering you this once in a lifetime opportunity, you slammed your laptop closed and sped walked laps around your bedroom. You were just a random person who posted silly footage of themselves. But now you were going to be on national TV, being on screen with the most famous faces of Japan. You were shitting yourself.

The company in charge of everything didn't really give you anything to prepare, not terrifying at all!! You spent days researching the heroes, trying to dig deep to find actually interesting things, rather than the repetitive "What made you want to be a hero?". A part of you really wanted to find embarrassing and creepily personal things to entertain the audience, but you quickly found there was a reason why you weren't a detective. 3 days straight, you attempted to stalk the heroes, and nothing. NOTHING!

The event was coming up quickly, and you had absolutely nothing. Your thick stack of cards, all decorated with the iconic design, were blank. You cried for 7 hours.

Eventually, you wrote down some questions, but rereading them, they were the most pathetic excuses for questions ever. You were spiralling. The next day, you were probably going to bomb, have no chemistry with any of the heroes, broadcasting hours upon hours of awkward tension, ruining your reputation and career, destroying the image you had spent years creating for yourself. You cried. A lot.

With a blink of the eye, you were at the red carpet, all dolled up, with less confidence than ever before. Great. The first hero you were stuck with was Deku. You assumed production noticed your panic and decided to throw you a bone.

"So, Deku, if you had to describe your pre-hero days with one word, what would it be?"

"Hmm," he took a second to think, "Bad."

Huh. No, Deku, No!! You were supposed to be the easy one! You cried internally.

"What? A nice, handsome boy like you? I bet you were popular in middle school!"

"I was bullied horrifically."

Damn.

Eventually, you'd managed to get past Deku, Red Riot, Sun Eater, and more. And it was awful. Just one more until your break. Just one more.

Praying to get an easy one, out walks Dynamight. Why do you hate me, God????

He was tall, brooding, and bad with interviews. You were hoping he'd just kill you so you wouldn't have to live with the memory of fucking up infront of the country.

"So- Dynamight. What inspired that name?" Fake it till you make it ig. You grit your teeth in discomfort.

There's a long pause before:

"Dynamite."

"Yeah, what inspired it?"

"Dynamite."

"Dude I just wanna go home, please don't make this harder."

"FUCK! DYNAMIGHT COMES FROM THE ENGLISH WORD DYNAMITE! I JUST CHANGED THE SPELLING OF "MITE" TO "MIGHT" CAUSE ALL MIGHTS FUCKING COOL AS FUCK!"

"Don't yell at me! :("

Dynamight's PR team advised him to keep his answers short and to hold in his anger until he was off screen. You'd assumed he'd been holding in his sass for the past 5 hours, so it was only natural he'd blow up soon. (Like dynamite lol)

As soon as you got home from that shit show, you quickly noticed how your name was trending on twitter.

Welp, time to see how badly I ruined my career. Goodbye fame, it's not like I spent years on you..

You slowly scrolled through your tag, skimming the posts about you. However, the more you read, the more you realised people didn't hate you. In fact, the most popular video of the night was you and Dynamight's interview. And people were.. SHIPPING YOU???

You avoided anything and everything for around a week, not even opening your blinds to let in the light. The only contact you had through those 7 days was your ugly orange cat. That was until you got a knock at your door.

That's weird, I only ordered food 2 minutes ago.

You pulled the door open, saw Katsuki, and slammed it back closed, a tuft of his fluffy blond getting stuck between the door and the frame.

"FUCK ME DEAD!"

"Sorry!!"

You yanked the door back open and looked up at the man. The commotion made your cat, Miso, perk up in fear and scratch at the tall beast of a man.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! First you avoid me like the plague, then you assault the shit out of me!"

"I'm so so sorry (ToT)"

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Headcanon time 😼😼:

This man has his hands around your waist 24/7.

However, in the privacy of your own homes, he'd be a massive cunt and keep you in a headlock, knowing you can't do anything about it. He'd stop in a second if you asked him to.

At first, he wasn't big on pda. He felt it ruined his tough guy reputation. But his PR team begged him to keep a hand on you at all times, noticing how it kept his hashtag trending. Although he makes a big fuss, he secretly likes showing you off to everyone, and showing how you're all his.

Whenever he's asked about you, he insults the shit out of you.

"Huh, y/n? Never heard of them."

"They're an influencer? Yeah, no I only keep up with actual relevant people."

He means it with love. And he makes sure you know it, smothering you with love when he gets home.

Despite him bullying you about your only real job being promoting brands in your videos, he constantly buys you stuff. You make sure to show them off in your vlogs too.

Things I will NOT write:

Gore

Incest

Cheating

General icky stuff

"What the fuck is that supposed to say??" He grumbles.

You look back at the whiteboard behind you, squinting trying to make out what you wrote a maximum of 20 seconds ago. In primary school it was engraved into your head to connect your letters together, else that bitch Ms. Smith would yell at you infront of the whole class. Traumatic.

"Umm, 'I like ice cream'. I think.."

Katsuki deadpans; to him, you just drew a squiggly line. "You're fucking with me, aren't you."

"No! It's cursive."

"It's fucking ugly."

"You're ugly."

"Just write the way Present Mic taught us!"

You roll your eyes at the massive baby, then try your hardest to write in non cursive.

...

"Are you dyslexic or some shit."

When you first met, he didn't question you being a blonde; he mostly just assumed that all foreigners were blonde. Plus, people with all kinds of hair were normal to come across. He had natural half and half hair for Christ's sake!

He didn't even really notice your roots coming in. Well, he did, but given his family history, he thought that your quirk was changing. For a week, he was extremely careful with you, not wanting to accidentally spark a new element to your power.

He was absolutely confused when you appeared fully blonde the next day, roots nowhere to be found. All day, he was just staring at you, trying to figure it out. When you tried to ask him what was wrong, he just shushed you, trying to figure it out himself.

This kept on happening for months until he finally asked you.

"Are you dying?"

You choked on your own spit. You had to explain to him that the only thing dying was your hair, explaining your hair process. He sat there gobsmacked for a while, face like 😦.

Shoto, being the curious boy his is, spent the next few hours asking you about your hair.

"Whats the point of bleaching your hair?"

"Can you show me photos of your natural hair?"

"Isn't this very expensive to do?"

"Is being blonde really worth getting into debt over?"

"Where are you getting the money to fund this??"

He ends up being the one to buy your bleach now, randomly buying hair masks and oils on the side. When you ask him, he simply says:

You laid miserable in your blindingly white hospital room. The blankets were like cardboard, you rubbed the coarse fabric in your palm, desperate to keep katsuki off your mind. But how could you when the image of him being ripped away from you was still so clear in your head?

You tilted your gaze towards the bright lights of the city illuminating the black night sky, then the lamp-posts lining the side of the street, then finally landing on a few of your classmates congregating just outside. When she was visiting you before, Uraraka had mentioned the plan Kirishima brought up about saving Katsuki. At that time though, the massive burn on your back made it impossible to even sit up right in your bed. Now, however, you could ignore that pain. The burn would heal eventually, but you wouldnt be able to recover from the grief that would come from losing Katsuki.

It was impulsive, but before you could think, you stormed out of your room and bolted down the hospital corridors. You had to catch them before they head off without you.

But when the cold air hit you, the adrenaline wore off. You wished you put on a jacket. Or at least slippers. No, now wasn't the time to make a fuss about your dishevelled look.

"Y/n?" Deku called as soon as his eyes set on you. Todoroki, Iida, Kirishima and YaoMomo's gazes all followed, all looking confused as of why their classmate was outside, still in their hospital gown, barefoot, looking the worst they've ever seen you.

"Please head back inside, you'll catch a cold!" Iida instructed. Obviously, you're too stubborn for that, scurrying down the stairs, joining the group.

"I'm coming with you," you stated, not waiting for permission.

"Y/n.. I think it would be better for you if you rested," Kirishima took a hold of your arm, guiding you back to the building. You smacked him away. In hindsight, you probably looked high off of your painkillers, Deku being the only one knowing about your relationship with Katsuki.

"No! I'm coming and you can't stop me," looking around at your classmates, they all return your gaze with pity. And that pissed you off.

You were going to give them a long sappy speech about how when you closed your eyes, you were only reminded of how useless you felt at the camp. When you remembered why you were in the hospital and not at home watching cheesey romcoms with Katsuki cuddled up next you you. How the empty feeling in your chest was gaping even larger than before, like a cavity that under the surface, was even bigger than you thought. But you didn't tell them that. Instead:

"If you don't take me with you, I will rat you out to Mr Aizawa."

And with that, they all sighed and gave in.

"Y/n." Todoroki started, "Why do you even care about Bakugou?"

Before you could come up with a stupid lie, Deku guided you towards the hospital. "Maybe it would be best if you were wearing actual clothes when we do this.. or at least shoes. Are your feet not freezing?"

Meet Cute

(Katsuki x reader)

(y/n uses she/her pronouns)

This is mostly the result of me listening to too much kpop+jpop whilst reading fics.

As a teenager, katsuki didn't understand the hype around idols. Sure, they were pretty, but all he could see was how fake it all seemed. When he went out and was surrounded by all the flashy posters and loud ads playing of yet another idol group with the same faces, it pissed him off.

That was until one night whilst studying, katsuki's phone started playing a song he'd never heard before. He listened to it all the way through, then looked up the artist, only to find out it was by an idol group. (He gaslit himself into thinking he didn't even like the song in the first place.)

He ended up falling down the idol rabbit hole and became obsessed with the group that caused it. After a long night on his laptop, he had researched everything he felt he needed to know about the group; the members, every album they had released, appearances on variety shows, photoshoots, etc. By the end of it, he had found himself obsessing over one specific member. You.

As a newly debuted hero, he was constantly invited to these massive celebrity events. At this point, he'd become a massive fan of the group, and luckily, you had been the most successful member, constantly doing solo work. All of which was playing in Katsuki's mind nonstop.

(But he'd never admit it to anyone. Once Denki had made a joke about him being a closet fan boy, and he had a fit at anyone who even snickered at it.)

He was currently at a red carpet event, and whilst answering a few questions from reporters, he heard a voice he had only ever heard on TV. His head whipped around so fast, in the clip that made it to screen, you could hear a reporter startle and ask if he were okay.

Behind him, there you stood, all dolled up and an extravagant gown that made his designer suit look cheap. He almost got on his knees and kissed the ground you walked on.

But due to his rbf, when you met his eyes, you thought he was about to yell at you. You flinched so violently, you almost fell over, grabbing onto one of your member's shoulder. Katsuki mentally scolded himself all night.

Later that night, he found you standing next to him, and he took his chance.

"You're y/n, right?" He asked, as if he didn't already know.

"Yeah," you think to yourself for a second, "I'm sorry, do you have a problem with me? You've been giving me death glares all night.."

He wanted to die. Not only had you caught him looking at you every chance he got, but his stupid face already got you, his celebrity crush idol (pun intended), to not like him.

This was his only chance to get you to like him, so what better way than-

"SOITHINKYOUREREALLYCOOLANDTALENTEDANDLOWKEYHOTLIKEYOULOOKREALLYGOODTONIGHT"

You burst into laughter.

"The explosion hero, Dynamight, just complimented me? I must be a pretty good idol then."