Soooo I finally took the plunge and I have been uploading a few things to AO3
Link here but don't feel obligated!!
girls will literally say "i should go to bed" and stay up for another two hours
— late
This was completely inspired by a conversation I had with my friend about her kids.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Warnings: girl dad!Bakugou, established relationship, not proof-read as always.
Word Count: 1.1k.
Juggling family as a Pro-Hero in the top 10 is never easy. No matter what you do to ensure your plans go smoothly, crime doesn’t sleep— especially not when it’s your daughters fifth birthday.
“I hate you!” Is the last thing Bakugou hears before his daughters bedroom door is slammed shut, the silence after is deafening as you watch the colour drain from your husbands face.
His chest still heaving from the speed in which he rushed home, dirt and grime stain his skin as he stands dejected in the middle of the living room. Boots that are usually abandoned at the door trudge filth through your home as Bakugou stands statuesque in place.
“Baby,” You hum, reaching around his frame to bring him closer to you as you rest your chin on his chest to stare up at him, “You know she doesn’t mean that—”
“Course she does,” He rasps, “She said she fuckin’ hates me.”
You can tell from the slight lilt to his gruff voice that your big, strong husband is on the verge of tears. Bringing his arm up to rub at his blackened eyes with the ball of his hand, smearing the eyeliner along his cheekbones.
Bakugou was used to being hated, from the public to the media and the Hero Commission. It was usually something he could brush off with ease, laughing off angry emails or poorly written articles. But it was a different kind of hurt when the words had come from his own daughter.
“She’s hurting right now,” You soothe, tightening your grip on him as his Adam’s apple bobs, “She was just excited for you to be at the party, but she understands—”
Bakugou had booked this day off a year in advance, it was always the first thing he looked at on the calendar, even before your birthday. It was his daughters special day, and he was determined for it to be perfect. Fully embracing whatever theme she’d decided on for her celebrations— this year had been a Barbie theme that had left your home embellished in vibrant pink and glitter that would probably stay embedded into your plush carpets until her next birthday.
He’d spent the previous night carefully wrapping a custom Barbie doll in pretty pink paper as you prepared the house for her party. Bakugou had even picked out an entire hero outfit that was an on brand Barbie pink, instead of his usual colours that he was planning on surprising his daughter with.
But even with all these plans in place, and even arranging backup from his dutiful sidekicks at the agency— the life of a Pro-Hero is never easy. And just as Bakugou was preparing to change into his outfit for his daughters party, he was called into work. An emergency that superseded anyone working at his agency today, as the Hero Commission requested his presence in the field.
It’s not the first time it’s happened, and Bakugou knows it won’t be the last. Even a last minute phone call to Deku to take the lead wasn’t enough to save his day, as the Commission ended up calling both heroes to the scene.
Hours later, he was explosive and inconsolable. Telling the authorities to fuck the crime scene reports and statements as he shoved an unwitting reporter out of his face as their camera crashed to the floor, certain his PR team would be in his inbox about that incident first thing tomorrow morning. But he was completely uninterested in humouring any of them today, not when he could’ve been at home with his family.
Coming in through the front door as he finally realised just how late it was when the house was completely empty besides you and his daughter.
“I should’ve been here, she needed me—”
“The city still needs Dynamight,” You murmured, “What was the situation?”
“Bad,” He grumbled, “Shithead derailed a train in the city, had a group of school kids on it. One almost— the look in his eyes when he was fallin’.“
He trailed off, scrunching his nose as he thought back to the scene. You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders as he clung to you, leaning into your warmth as he tried to calm his racing heart.
“But he didn’t, right?”
He shook his head as you smiled, breathing in the scent of smoke and ash from his quirk as soot covered his body.
“Because Dynamight is a hero.”
“But not to my own daughter.”
“You’ll always be her hero, baby.” You soothe as he leans down to bury his face in the curve of your neck, deeply inhaling the scent of you.
“I’m a terrible dad,” His breath tickles your neck as you pull back to frown at him.
“Don’t you dare say that,” You scrunch your nose in irritation, “You’re the best dad, Kats.”
“If I was, I woulda been here for her.” He scoffs.
“You’re out there keeping us safe, keeping other kids safe. Making sure they get to go home to their dads too.” You cradle his face in your palms to press a soft kiss to his chapped lips.
The sound of little feet coming down the stairs breaks him away from you as you turn to see your daughter, still dressed in her full party outfit, standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Hey, is that my little princess?” Bakugou rasps as she comes towards you both, crouching down to her height and adjusting the pink tiara that sits on top of her head.
“Barbie princess.” She whispers, holding a piece of pink paper out to him as he takes it.
“Barbie princess.” He corrects himself, moving his attention to the words words etched onto the page as he unfolds it.
‘I’m sorry I wouldn’t trade you for any other daddy in the world.’
A smile spreads across your face at the cute sentence as you feel the muscles in Bakugou’s back immediately relax, reaching down to lift your daughter up to hold her to his chest as her small arms immediately circle his neck.
“I’m sorry I missed your party, sweetheart,” He rasps, smoothing her wild hair down.
“I’m sorry too,” She sniffs, “I don’t hate you, daddy.”
Bakugou’s lips curl into a soft smile as he leans forward to press a kiss onto her cheek.
“I love you, princess.” He whispers, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.
“Love you too, daddy.” She smiles.
“But you know you can’t trade me anyway, right?” He frowns, pulling back to meet her gaze, “I’m your daddy and I always will be.”
the worst advice I've ever been given was "Go to a public place and pretend everyone is watching you, it'll motive you to work"
no it just instilled paranoia
Anonymous asked:
katsuki teasing you just running his hands up and down your sides and whispering “you want me so bad don’t you?” or “you want me to fuck you so bad” AND UGHHH like he’s touching you but not doing anything!!
bfbkg answered:
you walking into the kitchen after a nap in one of his oversized t-shirts. he’s cooking mid making a meal, he’s chopping he’s stirring. he’s scratching his stomach and yawning, shirtless with basketball shorts on. your boyfriends fine, you know your boyfriends fine. but after a nap when you feel sleepy, you miss him and you’re a little horny, everything about him just glows.
he knows you’re behind him, his senses are too good. after he finishes adding his vegetables in the pot he looks at you over his shoulders.
“you good, sweetheart?”
his voice scratches your soul.
you hum, and he doesn’t miss how your eyes stare at his hands, his chest, his arms. he knows you in so much detail that he can probably guess what you’re feeling.
“you look really fuckin’ horny. you dream about me or somethin’?” he grins, a little laugh rumbling from him. he continues stirring his pot before putting the lid on top and turning the knob down.
you, on the other hand, grunt at him. crossing your arms and harshly blinking to take the look out your eyes. but when they open now he’s looking at you with a handsome smile and he’s so tall over you. yes, you still have a crush on your boyfriend.
What is your relationship like with your mom?
Amazing, we’re like best friends
pretty good
it’s decent
meh
:/
Not Great my dude
Bad.
we don’t talk
I don’t have one
no 'other' or 'it's complicated' options cause ik parental relationships are often complex and it's less interesting if everyone goes into that column, so do your best to sum it up
If your mom died, you can either answer with what it was like or ‘i dont have one’, if you have two or more, pick one or average them
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What is your relationship like with your dad?
Amazing, we’re like best friends
pretty good
it’s decent
meh
:/
Not Great my dude
Bad.
we don’t talk
I don’t have one
no 'other' or 'it's complicated' options cause ik parental relationships are often complex and it's less interesting if everyone goes into that column, so do your best to sum it up
If your dad died, you can either answer with what it was like or ‘i dont have one’, if you have two or more, pick one or average them
follow for more occasional dumb polls :)
