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jujutsukatsuki · 20 days

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Memories || B.K

|| in honor of someone sending in a hate mail about my writing and specifically part one of this work, which you don’t have to read to understand this. Here’s part two! This is dedicated to that hater! Listen to Memories by Conan Gray to get the full effect! ||

It had been six months since she saw him, since he broke her heart. Since he walked out the door like she meant nothing. She saw him on tv often, Pro Hero Dynamite, every week it was a report about how he saved the city or was accepting a new award for his heroics.

It wasn’t fair.

She stilled lived in the same apartment, mainly cause they had signed a two year lease so she couldn’t leave. She had finally managed to get herself to stop crying when she would look at the old pictures of the two of them.

She watches the rain out the window, a black cardigan pulled around her as she sees the sidewalks puddled with water. She takes a sip of her red wine as a soft knock breaks the gentle silence of the apartment. The cat she had gotten a month after he left her, gently meows and jumped up on the entry table next to the dark oak front door.

The walk to the door is quick from her cozy chair that overlooks the sidewalk. She looks through the peephole and sees red eyes peering through it at her. She jumps before she opens the door.

“Bakugou?” The use of his last name makes his skin crawl, he groans.

“I just.. can we talk? Y/n?” He looks at her, he can watch the gears in her brain turn as she looks at him. She can see how wet his hoodie is and she can’t help but open the door for him.

He slides in and goes to walk into the living room but stumbles over the cat.

“Who put a fuckin’ cat there?!” He grumbled before letting the cat sniff his hand.

She watches him cautiously, like she’s a wild animal and he’s prey.

Somehow they end up on the kitchen floor, Bakugou is wrapped in a blanket, his clothes put in the dryer. Y/n has her back against the cabinets as she watches him, her knees are pulled tight to her chest as if they were a shield guarding her heart from him.

“I miss you.” His voice is rough, she can see the remainder of the black make up he wore under his hero mask.

“I wish you’d stay in my memories.” She bites back, her tone is sharp, callous, calculated.

“I deserve that.” He agrees and runs his hands through the damp blonde streaks, the black cat named Starfire had curled up next to him.

‘Traitor’ Y/n thinks in her head as she eyes her companion.

“I hate what I did to you.. I was trying to pr-“

“So help me god if you say protect me.” Y/n snaps, her eyes watering from the confrontation.

“Y/n.. baby.. you don’t get it..” he tried to reason, his eyes search hers for any hope that he can explain.

“I get it. I got it when I came home to a half empty apartment and you sat me down and then walked out. I understood when you blocked my number. I understood when you had security kick me out of your agency when I wanted to talk to you.”

Bakugou closes his eyes, the alcohol has gotten to his head and he feels ill, or maybe it’s the guilt for his actions.

“You protected me all through out high school and college and I supported you when you were in hero school and starting out and you faced greater threats then whatever it was this time. You didn’t leave me then. So what was it Bakugou? What the fuck was it?!”

His last name on her tongue feels wrong, he wants to hear katsuki from her pretty lips.

“I.. I got scared. I wanted to marry you but I got scared. I wasn’t ready.” He whispers and moves closer to Y/n, he moves to lay on the ground, his head in her lap.

“Please Y/n… I’m sorry… please understand.”

She can feel the tears fall on the bare skin of her thigh, she thinks about the last few months that they were together in her head. The way he had gotten a call about a nine thousand dollar transaction on his card, the way he always would stand in the closet and be staring at something but hide it away when Y/n would come around. His mom texting and asking when they could go get their nails done even when they had never done that before.

Y/n looks down at the sobbing drunk man and sighs, she rubs the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. The sound of the dryer going off rips her from all thought.

“I’ll be right back.” She gently maneuvers out from under him and goes to get his laundry. When she returns with the clothes, he’s still on the floor petting Starfire and whispering to himself.

“Your mom is so beautiful, I wish I never fucked things up.. I miss her every day. I know I ruined her but I could fix it.. make it up.. god..”

Y/n clears her throat and Bakugou sits up quickly startling Starfire who scampers off.

“You can sleep in the guest room. You’re in no condition to drive or walk.“

Bakugou stands up, keeping the blanket tight around him.

“Okay,” he agrees and walks to where the guest room was, he loved this apartment, remembered the day the two moved in like it was yesterday. He opens the door and it looks different. Y/n’s things are in here.

“Wrong door.” Y/n says as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bakugou turns and opens their old bedroom. The guest room furniture was now in here.

“Why?” He asks and looks at her.

“Couldn’t stand to be in there.” She looks away.

He doesn’t say anything else as he goes into the room.

“Oh. Here.” She grabs his clothes from the kitchen counter and hands them to him.

“Thanks Y/n.” He smiles, his head feels gross, he needs to lay down.

“Yeah. Well good night.”

She walks into her bedroom and closes the door, she puts her back against it and slides down it, hands running through her hair.

Y/n lets herself cry, she sniffles as she wipes her tears on the black cardigan. It’s not fair she tells herself that right as she’s fully put back together he comes in here and fucks it all up, it’s not fair that he can ruin her own self image of herself and run back to her like it meant nothing.

She takes her sweater off and puts on a big t shirt and crawls into bed. Within a few minutes there’s a knock at the door and Bakugou peeks his head in.

“Y/n?” He says “I love you.” He finishes.

Her eyes flick to him and she jumps out of bed, the door flying open to see his full body

“No. No. No. No.” she picks up a pillow and starts to hit him with it, all the rage she had built up exploding out.

“You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to come here and ruin my life over again like you did already! You don’t get to make me believe that we could be something again when you already proved that I was nothing! You made me feel like I was nothing! Don’t you understand that you’re holding yourself back from finding someone you actually love?! I was barely surviving after you left! It’s not fair!” She screams at him, tears rolling down her cheeks like the storm that rages outside.

Her face is red and warm and her body feels like she’s laying on hot coals. Bakugou gently grabs her and pulls her into a hug, she can faintly smell the cologne he always used, the one she still kept in her bathroom. She can smell the beer on him as well. She breaks down in his arms, she can barely hold herself up as he strokes her back and holds her.

“Shhh, I got you. It’s okay.” He whispers and pulls her to the bed, he lays down with her on his chest. He keeps a tight hold.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He whispers over and over.

They fall asleep like that. When the sun comes up and shines in their eyes, they lay in the aftermath of the storm. Bakugou wakes up first like he always did. Y/n isn’t far behind when she feels gentle kisses on her forehead.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” He whispers

“Hi.” She muttered and closes her eyes once again.

Maybe they didn’t have to be what they were before, maybe they could be something better.

Bakugou gently sits up and holds her.

“I am sorry Y/n.. and I do miss you. Just please.. one shot..”

Y/n takes a deep inhale of the cologne that sticks to his body. She slowly nods.

“Okay.. one shot, that’s all you get.”

“That’s all I need. I won’t fuck up again. I promise.”

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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Kiss & Make Up

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

summary: you've fought with Katsuki before, but never like this.

wc: 2.2k

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, katsuki calls y/n princess bc I like that shit sorry. idk yall are mean to each other and stuff but it's kinda cute at the end. not proofread so srry abt that

a/n: idk where this came from bc I normally don't like angst but i was thinking abt an ask I answered a while back that was kinda like this and I lowkey hated what I put out and needed to ~regain my honor~ plus I feel like with dating katsuki you kinda gotta prepare for fighting. I can't go full angst because that's not fun so here's what I came up with hehe. kinda hate the title but whatevs i hope yall like itttt <3

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The couple of tears falling down your cheeks only make you angrier as you glare at his ever present scowl. "I'm going to stay with a friend for a while. Don't even think about calling me or I'll block your ass." You grit out, lugging your two duffle bags full of random clothes and toiletries across the living room and to the front door.

He doesn’t reach out to you, like he had earlier, because that had earned him another tongue lashing. He was trying to contain his anger, but seeing you with all that crap in your arms ignited a fire in his chest. When you'd slammed the bedroom door in his face five minutes prior, he'd expected you to lock him out for an hour or two so you could cool off, not that you'd pack a bag to get away from him.

"Yeah, you fuckin' go right ahead!" He called at your retreating figure. Even though what he really wanted was to lock you in the house until you both could figured something out, he was just too fucking pissed that you were pulling away that he couldn't bring himself to cave. "Fuckin' child." He grunted under his breath.

You stop in your tracks, turn slowly, and settle an icy glare on him. He knows he shouldn't egg you on, that it would only make things worse, but he was pissed, and he wanted you to know that. "I'm the child? You haven't even been listening to anything I've said today, have you?" You seethed, and you had half a mind to drop your bags and have another screaming match, but you knew it would get you nowhere and you were too upset to be the bigger person. "Fuck you, Katsuki."

You expect more yelling, that he'd shout back at you, but you don't hear anything as you walk out of the house.

In his head, he's screaming at himself to follow you. To make you stay, because even fighting was better than you leaving. But the words die in his throat. A million things he could have said ran through his mind, but none ever made it to his lips. He wanted to go to you, to bring you home, and hold you close, and hash things out until you're not mad anymore. But by the time he was able to move, your car was long gone from the driveway.

Three days pass by in a haze. Katsuki is running through the motions, but he's barely present. And even when he is, he's at his worst. The agency is even more explosive than usual, and he knows he's being too hard on his sidekicks, that he's acting like a jackass and he hates it. Hates that he can't function without you, but even more than that, he hates that you're not gonna be there when he gets home.

The house is a complete mess. Dishes have piled up, and the bed's unmade even thought he's been falling asleep to the TV light on the living room instead of your bedroom. He can't sleep there without you, knowing you're probably crashing on someone's couch when you should be in that expensive ass bed you begged him for.

"But it's soooo comfy, Katsuki." You're pouting, looking up at him through your lashes because you know he can't resist it. "Come sit on it and see."

"It'll be an investment", "can't put a price on a good night's sleep", "just think how easy you'll fall asleep on a bed like this", all the things you'd cooed at him were ringing in his head. "Don't matter how comfy it is. S'too fuckin' pricey for a mattress, Princess." He said, trying to avoid looking at you even as he feels his resolve crumbling.

When he'd finally hung his chin and gave in, he knew it had been worth it to see your face light up, how excitedly you talked about a fuckin' mattress with your mom on the phone. It would have been idiotic if it hadn't been you, but it had been, and he felt like a million bucks taking that mattress home.

A wave of nausea hit him as he remembered the way you'd looked at him when you left him. He'd just finished dinner, a sorry excuse for one in his opinion, but all of the pans sat dirty in the sink, and he'd had few options. Now he stared at your contact in his phone, the cool light the only thing on in the living room as the natural light turned dark. He hadn't bothered to turn on the TV tonight.

He wants you back so bad his chest is tight. Fuck, he can't even think straight. But he wouldn't call, couldn't call. Even if you were bluffing about blocking him if he reached out, he was too proud to be the one to break the radio silence.

He thinks about your face again, how happy you'd been about something as mundane as a mattress. Something he couldn't care less about put that sweet, sexy, stupid fucking grin on your face. He sighed, finger hovering over the call button, but then he hears keys jingling in the lock.

He freezes, eyes shooting toward the door right when it opens. You walk in, wearing an old pair of shorts and one of your favorite t-shirts of his. You look like you're in a hurry, and then you let out a yell, jumping when seeing his hulking form on the couch. "Fuck, Katsuki, what the hell are you in the dark for?" You question, flipping the switch closest to you so the soft light from the kitchen could filter into the living room.

"You're—"

"I-I thought you'd still be at work." You said quietly.

He realizes why you'd been in a hurry, then. "They sent me home. Said I had to come back with a better attitude or something stupid." He spat, laying back and crossing his arms. "Sorry I ruined your little cat burglary." He added dryly.

He looked away from you, and you took the opportunity to study him. His hair was even more disheveled than usual, still in his hero uniform, even. You tried not to focus on the way his exposed arms showed off his rippling muscles as he crossed his arms.

"I'm just picking up more clothes. I won't be long." You said tightly. It took you a moment to realize you were waiting there for him to respond, but he didn't. You flushed, and turned on your heel to walk to your bedroom.

You were shocked to see the state it was in. In your rush to leave, you'd left a mess of clothes on the floor, and everything was still where you'd left it. Katsuki was a tidy person, and he hated nothing more than when you'd throw your clothes from the day onto the bedroom floor instead of in the bin. You couldn't imagine what he could be going through that he wouldn't at least move the clothes out of the way.

You felt embarrassed to see how you'd left the state of your room, and guilty because he was obviously not doing well. You almost wished you could go back to before the fight, even if you wouldn't be much better off. It was hard enough to talk to Katsuki; he was a commanding presence with unwavering confidence, and even well into his twenties still no volume control. But even when you worked up the balls to talk to him about things that bothered you, they had fallen on deaf ears. You felt insignificant, an afterthought, and then you couldn't take it anymore.

You exhaled, trying to steady your resolve before you went back to face him. "Could at least pick up your mess before you leave." He said, and you turned to find him watching you from the doorway.

There was something in his eyes that didn't match his words. Something softer. You briefly recalled moments when you'd be in bed and he'd come and lean against the doorframe, looking at you with that smirk that made you feel like you could rule the world.

"Whatever. Pick it up yourself if it bothers you so much." You grumbled, even though you knew it wasn't fair.

He took up the entire doorway, and you faced him, glaring up at him as if you could will him with your mind to move. Of course, he didn't budge. "Move, Katsuki."

He made a show of leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his shoulders into the wood as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world. "Nah, don't think I wanna."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "And you say I'm the child." You mutter. He looked awfully relaxed leaning up against the door, and you were almost curious enough to see if he'd fall over if you pushed him.

"Yeah, 'cause children run from their problems." He said, though he wasn't looking at you, but the door.

You shook your head, your previous anger flaring. "Don't go there, okay? You made me leave."

He shot a glare at you. "Bullshit. I never once asked you to leave."

"What did you think would happen? You never listened to a damn thing I said, and when you did you couldn't have a serious discussion without turning it into a fight."

Now he was quiet. You thought you'd feel good about that, that you'd gotten a jab in, but it only made you feel worse.

"I didn't treat you the way I should've." He said finally. "I should've been more attentive to you. You were always there, encouraging me, giving me strength, and I didn't do enough to show you how much that meant to me. I know I could be better. I wanna be the one encouraging you, spoiling you, pushing you. I don't wanna hold you back or make you feel like you can't talk to me."

You were waiting for more, but he was quiet. You didn't know how to respond. You wanted all of that, wanted it with him, but pretty promises didn't mean anything if things just went back to the way they were. Your heart twisted in your chest, and your throat was tight. "It's a little late for that, Katsuki, don't you think?"

"I don't care. I don't want you to leave again. I want to work on this. Don't you?"

You felt tears threatening to spill over, cursing yourself for being so quick to cry all the time. "I do. I did. I..." You stopped, turning away so he couldn't read your emotions from your face. "I don't want to feel like I did again. Like I was invisible to you."

His heart was breaking looking at you. You were opinionated and mouthy when you'd met each other, sweet and giving but never afraid to tell someone off. He felt like such a prick looking at you turn from him, how your shoulders curled in on you. How had he let this happen? How could he have done this to you?

"You were never invisible to me, Y/n. Fuck, it's always been you." He reached out tentatively, hand at your elbow. You didn't pull away from him like you had last time, and he felt something like hope in his gut as he slowly turned you to face him. "I'm sorry I ever made you feel like that. I don't wanna do that anymore."

You looked up at him, and fuck you looked devastating, eyes big and shiny and he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and never let you go. He didn't even realize when he'd cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly into your skin.

"Katsuki, I just..." but you were out of all the excuses you'd prepared. You could barely think with him so close, the familiar scent of him, the soft callous on his hand, the way he looked at you like he couldn't breathe without you. And you were tired. Sleeping on your friend's couch was hard on your back, and it was always so hard to sleep without Katsuki's warmth, that you'd barely slept.

"Please, just stay home tonight. We can fight tomorrow." He breathed, finally giving in and pulling you against his chest, engulfing you in his arms.

You couldn't stop the couple of stray tears that trickled down your cheeks, but it felt good to be in his arms. No, not just good, you felt like a weight had been lifted from your chest.

"Fine." You said finally, trying to sound like you were doing him a favor even though you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed in his arms. "But we're definitely fighting tomorrow."

His chest rumbled against your ear as he chuckled. "You got it, Princess."

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a/n: tysm for reading! A little outta my comfort zone but I'm pretty pleased with what I got :) anyway lmk how you liked it! comments/rbs always appreciated

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parkvcrs · 9 months

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The Flower Disease

SUMMARY: after developing a soft spot for his classmate s/n y/n, so imagine his surprise when he finds himself coughing up pedals the next day…

PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

WARNING(S): mild cursing, angst, mild blood, fear of unrequited love, etc.

NOTES: i did write a hanahaki disease imagine for shoto todoroki a while ago, but ended up rewriting the last chunk of it since i didn’t like the way the ending was written.

Bakugou was never much of a romantic. In fact, he despised and cursed the name of love. The mere thought of it left a sour taste in his mouth. He currently sat at his desk, scowling, as he impatiently taps his pencil against the surface. The classroom is filled with Valentine's Day decorations, pink hearts, and an assortment of gifts scattered on some desks.

He despises the overly sweet and romantic atmosphere, finding it all utterly ridiculous. His eyes dart around, taking in the flowers, chocolates, and love letters that seem to be everywhere.

‘What a stupid and pointless day. Who needs this lovey-dovey crap?’ He rolls his eyes, attempting to focus on something else, but the constant reminders of the holiday persist. He crosses his arms, doing his best to ignore the flutter of envy that tugs at him ever so slightly.

As Bakugou's thoughts intensify, he's suddenly interrupted by a cheerful voice.

“Good morning, Bakugou!” That’s weird. He’d didn’t recognize that voice. If it was Kirishima, he’d be able to pick his voice out of a lineup. But it wasn’t. A bit puzzled, Bakugou glances up to see S/n Y/n standing in front of his desk, wearing a bright smile and holding a small wrapped gift. But she becomes awkward as soon as Bakugou’s attention snaps onto her, staring at her expectantly. “Um…” she trailed off. “This is for you!” She held out a gift for him, looking away sheepishly as she did.

Raising an eyebrow, Bakugou asks, “Huh? What's this for?” His eyes shift between the small box and Y/n.

“N-Nothing!” Y/n stammered out. “I just wanted to get you something…”

Bakugou snorts and glares at the gift for a moment. He's not sure how to react, especially since he's never been on the receiving end of such a gesture. “Yeah, whatever. Thanks, I guess.” He did his best to act nonchalant about it.

He takes the gift with a hint of awkwardness, his heart pounding louder than he'd like to admit. Y/n's grin widens, pleased with his reaction.

“Oh, uh, you’re welcome!” Y/n replies, happy that Bakugou didn’t get upset with her. It was a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.

As Y/n walks away to greet other classmates, Bakugou can't help but feel a strange warmth spreading through him. He attempts to push the sentiment aside, refusing to let this holiday affect him.

“It's just a dumb gift... nothing to get all worked up over.” He mutters to himself. But deep down, he can't deny the small excitement that's bubbling inside him. Despite his protests against Valentine’s Day, he can't ignore the fact that someone thought of him and took the time to give him a gift. ‘It's not a big deal. It’s not like I’m into this sappy crap.’ He reminded himself.

Yet, despite his dismissive words, Bakugou can't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, Valentine's Day isn't as terrible as he always thought.

A few days after this, Bakugou felt sick. But it wasn’t one of those ‘waking up in the middle of the night to throw up’ type of moments. He was just trying to hang out with the rest of his classmates in the dorms by watching a movie when he suddenly felt disoriented.

Holding a hand over his mouth and the other on his stomach, Bakugou stumbled out from the couch and hobbled down the hall. Unbeknownst to him, Y/n noticed this and watched him disappear with worry etched on her face.

When he finally gets to the bathroom, Bakugou locks the door behind him and clutches the sink, trying to steady himself as dizziness washes over him. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can feel the sweat trickling down his forehead. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, but it's no use. The disorientation only worsens, and he knows something is seriously wrong.

“Damn it…” he grits through his teeth.

He stumbles over to the mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's happening, but before he can even process the situation, a fit of violent coughing takes over. He coughs and gags, and with each heave, cherry blossom petals and seeds mixed with blood escape his lips, landing in the sink. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks — he has the infamous Hanahaki Disease which makes the host cough up flower petals due to their feelings of love and the pain of knowing that their love is not reciprocated.

Bakugou’s eyes widen, not knowing what to make of this information. ‘No way... this can't be happening!’ His panicked mind began to race at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour. ‘How could I let myself devolve into a pedal-coughing piece of shit?’ He tries to suppress the coughs, but they keep coming, leaving him weak and breathless. Feeling the heat engulfing him, he rips off his black shirt, discarding it on the floor.

The pain in his chest intensifies, but he will have to hide it from his classmates. He cannot let them know that he has a limited time on this earth. He doesn’t want to be seen as weak by those extras.

Katsuki gathers whatever strength he has left and hobbles over to the toilet, collapsing in front of it. The coughing continues, and he's at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, there's a gentle knock at the door. “Bakugou?” Y/n spoke up. “Are you okay?”

“Go away,” Bakugou said, wrapping both of his arms around his stomach in hopes to bring the pain down a few notches.

“You don’t sound good… should we bring you to Recovery Girl?” She asked. She must’ve heard him coughing.

“I’m fine. Just go away, dammit!” He growled out a reply. Bakugou can't face her like this. He can't let her see him in such a vulnerable state, especially now that he's realized he has feelings for her.

Reluctantly, Y/n steps away from the door, finally leaving Bakugou alone. “This is all her fault... but damn it, why can't I stop thinking about her?” He thinks out loud, his eyebrows knitting together. This must’ve all started as soon as she gave him that gift on Valentine’s Day. Who knows Bakugou could be so easy?

He never wanted to fall for anyone, but now that he has, he's faced with the reality of possibly dying if Y/n doesn’t like him back. As the story goes, there is one cure and that’s to undergo surgery but there is just one problem: he wouldn’t be able to feel love again. What’s the fun in that?

He has heard stories about this wretched disease, but he never believed them because he always thought the anchorpeople were full of shit. Looks like he’s the fool now.

Bakugou steps away from the toilet and slumps down, sitting on the cold bathroom tile, his back against the bathtub. He covers his face with his hands, feeling defeated and torn. The coughing subsides for now, but the heaviness in his chest remains.

“How the hell am I supposed to talk to her now...?”

The next week or so was rough on Bakugou. Every time he felt like his body was going to betray him and expose him for having the flower disease— which only got progressively worse over time— he excused himself to use the restroom, but there is only so many excuses that he could tell Aizawa and his friend group until they all got suspicious that Bakugou was up to something.

“Hey, Bakubro,” Kirishima rested a hand on his best pal’s shoulder as they walked out of school. “What’s with you, man? You’re hardly ever in class.” He pointed out.

“I’m fine, asshole. I just have more important things than some stupid classes!”

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been leaving in the middle of class a lot and—” before Kirishima could finish his sentence, the blond beside him quickly cut him off.

“I said I'm fine, dammit! Quit hovering around like a mother hen.” Bakugou glared at his friend for a second, wanting him to get the hint that he didn’t want to talk about it. He knows that the excuses he uses won't last forever, especially with his friends now getting suspicious. But he still can’t let them find out about his condition.

Despite his harsh reassurance, Kirishima can tell something is amiss. However, before he can press further, Y/n is suddenly within earshot, walking alongside Uraraka and Deku. Kirishima notices how his friend’s demeanor changes as soon as he spots her, so he decides to back off, sensing that Bakugou might need some space.

When Y/n, Uraraka, Deku finally reach the school’s gate before Bakugou, she stopped in her tracks. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” She said, holding onto the straps of her backpack tightly.

“Huh? Where are you going, N/n?” Uraraka asked as she and Deku stopped walking to stare at their classmate quizzically.

“I just need to go check on something. Don’t worry about it. It shouldn’t take long!” It took every fiber in Y/n’s body to fight the urge to not glance over her shoulder to look at Bakugou. She didn’t want her friends knowing what she was up to. If there really was something going on with Bakugou, she wants to know about it.

“Okay… safe safe, S/n.” Deku offered her a small smile, waving slightly.

“Will do!”

Turning on her heel too fast for her own good, Y/n soon ends up accidentally colliding with him, their foreheads meeting with a soft thud which caused them to both groan in pain. Bakugou more so given his fragile state, but they are both rightfully taken aback. “Oh my gosh!” Y/n lets out a small gasp. She bows. “I am so sorry!” She immediately apologies.

“It’s nothing. Just forget about it.” He waves it off determinedly, trying to keep the pain and discomfort hidden from her.

But before he can continue, a petal tickles the back of his throat, and he doubles over in a coughing fit. Bloodied flowers escape from his mouth, and he knows he can't hide it any longer. Y/n’s eyes widen at the sight of the blood-filled flowers escaping his lips. “B-Bakugou, what's happening to you?” She stammers.

“It's... nothing. Just a stupid cold.” He lied.

“This doesn't look like a cold, Katsuki…” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest as she slowly started to make her way closer to him. “Please, let me help you. You don't have to keep everything to yourself. So, what’s the matter with you?” She asked.

Bakugou hesitates, realizing that he can't keep his feelings and the Hanahaki Disease hidden anymore. The pain in his chest is unbearable, and he knows he can't deny the truth any longer. “Y/n... I... I have this stupid disease because of you.” He said, softly.

Confused by his words, Y/n’s eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean, Bakugou?” She questioned.

He paused and stared deeply into her e/c eyes before replying with, “I-I fell for you, damn it! And I can't... I can't stop coughing up these damn flowers because my feelings are killing me.” He admitted.

Tears well up in Y/n's eyes as she processes his confession. She reaches out to hold his hand gently, her heart aching for him. “Katsuki... I had no idea...” she whispers.

“Well, now you know,” Bakugou averted his gaze, growing a bit embarrassed that the cat was now out of the bag. “So, what are you gonna do about it, huh? You gonna tell me to get over it and stop being weak?” He rambled, not even bothered to notice the small smile Y/n tugging on her lips until she took another step closer to him, nearly closing the gap between them.

“No, never. I could never ask you to do that. But… I think I know how to get rid of it.”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow, looking skeptical but intrigued. “Oh, yeah? Go ahead and prove it the—” Before he can finish his challenge, Y/n closes the distance between them and plants a gentle kiss on his lips. Bakugou stiffens at first, caught off guard by her sudden action, but soon he can't resist and closes his eyes, kissing her back.

The world seems to pause around them as they share this intimate moment. Bakugou's heart races and he takes a sharp breath as soon as Y/n pulled him close, but after a moment, there's a sense of relief and warmth that washes over him. He feels a connection he had never experienced before. After a moment, they slowly pull apart.

“There… are you, um, feeling better?” She stammered out, clearly flustered.

Bakugou is taken aback, both by her words and her actions. He never expected her to be so bold and straightforward, but now he realizes that maybe this is the solution he needed all along. “You're an idiot, you know that?” He said, softly.

“Oh, thanks for the compliment.”

“But maybe I'm an even bigger idiot for falling for you…” he looked away once more, reminiscing. “But I don't need your sappy words, but… if you're willing to put up with me, then I guess you can stay.” He added as if Y/n didn’t just save him from certain death.

Y/n playfully rolls her eyes, glad to have somewhat broken through his tough exterior.

“I think I can manage that.”

#hanahaki #hanahaki disease #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou imagine #katuski bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou katuski imagine #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #anime #manga #mha au #bakugou imagine #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou fanfiction

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poofbark · 6 months

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as much as id want to i cant sit down and draw bkdk all day bc i have like 5 tests next week and i have to study but here are some things (plus one off theme doodle) that i have experienced at school but with the gays :3

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vulpegalaxy · 10 months

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meowzfordayz · 3 months

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cast iron

Author’s Note: inspiration truly is everywhere — even elbows deep in a sink washing dishes. 🫧

cast iron

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: none

~faqs~

You know Bakugo’s fallen in love with you the day he lets you wash his cast iron pan. He’s meticulous about the thing; a handed down, family “secret” that he only revealed after a year of dating to cook your anniversary dinner…

… not including the months it’d taken for him to randomly exclaim So are we together together or are we friends?! his face red and puffy as you’d blinked slowly, taking a moment to process his outburst. What do you want? you’d deflected, heart nearly beating out of its cage, to which he indignantly replied Nope. I asked first! Your achingly familiar laughter ringing in his pinkened ears as your assured answer brightened his gaze We’re together together… I hope? He’d rolled his eyes, that overwhelming sensation of longing tucked neatly away, his chest broad and exuberant as he scoffed Well obviously.

You hadn’t actually gotten to watch him cook—he’d surprised you by taking over your apartment while you were at work, perfecting the meal for your return—but you’d taken note of the soaking pan (all other cleaning already completed, of course) when you’d peeked into the kitchen.

“I can’t thank you enough,” you gush, salivating as the scent of the broth in your spoon wafts to your nose, “My entire place smells amazing!” “Yes you can,” he grunts You already do, the softest of a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth, “Eat.” Nose scrunching, you happily acquiesce, a tangle of lime, fresh chili, and coconut milk (plus a hint of fish sauce) melting warm on your tongue. You dip your spoon again, this time capturing a cute button mushroom, its fleshy underside soaked in flavor and heat as you take a contented nip. “How is it?” He tries to sound nonchalant, eyes hardly meeting yours, right hand clutching his own spoon with calculated casualness, but you know better. You’ve loved him for 365 days, after all. Bakugo doesn’t give a damn what people think, because Bakugo knows what he is and what he doesn’t aspire to be. But Katsuki? Katsuki cares, perhaps a little too much. “Delicious!” you declare, “Definitely spicy, but not unbearable. And there are so many subtleties… I swear it tastes different yet better with every bite.” “You’re so dramatic,” Katsuki snorts, grinning proudly nonetheless, eyes raising to feel your praise, acutely aware of how you might’ve just described him. — You spring up when you’re finished, determined to get to the remaining pan before he can, but you’re stopped almost as soon as the thought occurs. “Sit.” His voice is quiet, stress not veiled in the slightest. “But the-” “I’ve got it.” You pout for a second, arms crossing as you sit down, head shaking fondly at his protectiveness. “I know how to wash cast iron.” “So tell me why you don’t own a single cast iron pan,” he retorts. “High maintenance,” you quip, eyebrow raising pointedly. Grumbling to himself, Katsuki stands and clears the table, pressing a chastising kiss to your forehead before walking toward the kitchen. “Takes one to know one.” “Heeeyyy!!!!!”

The pan goes home with him in the morning—sometimes in the afternoon on a lazy Sunday—an unassuming tool of tenderness and self reliance. Katsuki, selflessly devoted. Bakugo, foreign to the touch of affection. You don’t feel half loved, nor do you feel that you love half a man (Bakugo Katsuki, for all of his faults, is a wonderful partner and admirable person), but you often wonder how he feels. As he scrubs at the buildup of grease and grime, clear water gradually turning murky, his reflection still visible as scraps of onion and garlic float to the surface… rinse. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. How do you get a man who loves so deeply to see that same love shining back at him? A man so attentive and observant to the quirks and whims of his lover… and afraid to share his own, lest they be unwanted or unfulfilled.

“Can you wash the pan tonight?”

You gawk. Not your finest reaction, but certain instincts can’t be avoided.

“I thought you knew how to wash cast iron?” Katsuki teases, pulse in his throat, “Or did you say that to impress me?”

“I…” you falter, unsure whether to continue tiptoeing or reach for him outright. He starts toward the kitchen, stare more guarded than you remember, and you blurt, “I figured you’d never ask.”

He freezes, indiscernible emotion clenching in his jaw. And then he chuckles. He chuckles and swivels to look at you, ruby eyes twinkling with uncharacteristic yet so beautiful shyness, tone rough like the homey crackle of a winter fire, soothed by the languid drip of honey into chamomile tea.

“Silly,” he rasps, your fingers curling around his waist, plates and silverware caught between your almost embrace, “I love you.”

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He watches you scrub at breadcrumbs and spring onion, water practically scalding, and not a soap sud in sight. You work methodical and efficient, the pan hardly banging against the sink when you change angles and sections, each glance you direct his way brimming with amusement and adoration.

“I feel like I should pay you,” you hum, giving the pan its final rinse, “You’re basically my personal chef at this point.”

“Absolutely not,” Bakugo scowls playfully, poking your side before gently taking the cleaned pan from your hands, “This is more than enough.”

#katuski bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #one shot #modern au #boko no hero academia #my hero academia

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crypticgoose · 5 months

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This was a simple sketch commission that I got too into lmao. If you commission my OTP then you're gonna get the most.

#art #illustration #illustrator #procreate #bakudeku #katuski bakugou #bnha fantasy au #bnha #midoriya izuku

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sammy-the-dead-dumpster · 11 months

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pov: telling Dynamight to stay still.

#bnha #mha #best jeanist #kacchan #bnha shitpost #mha shitpost #bakugou katsuki #katuski bakugou #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #hakamada tsunagu #not exactly spoilers but you know what im talking about #jopen jeart jurgery #and gonna tag #bakudeku #bkdk #because cmon it's always relevant here

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bakudekuobsession420715 · 1 year

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Mandatory birthday posting on this most momentous of occasions

#bnha #bakugou katuski #bnha bakugou katsuki #katuski bakugou #katuski bakugo #bakugo #Bakugou #happy birthday Bakugou #happy birthday Katsuki #happy birthday Bakugou Katsuki #happy birthday Katsuki Bakugou #mha #bakudeku

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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first time for everything ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ k. bakugou

warnings: +18, smut, oral (m! receiving), prohero! bakugou, adult bakugou, virgin bakugou, nb reader

a/n: this is my first time writing an oral sex piece -- especially fucking bakugou ;-;, so i am open to criticism. i tried to write this with the sensation and thoughts that bakugou was feeling rather than the reader just because i wanted to lmao. this is also not properly proofread, i will come back to fix that! enjoy!

word count: 1.4k

“i’m assuming you thought you’d never get this far.”

you both never thought that you would get here. both of you posted in his kitchen in the wee hours of the morning with only a pale white light above the stove to help you see. while you never thought you would be giving a blowjob to prohero dynamight (who you also somehow bagged as your boyfriend), he never would have thought he’d have anyone who would genuinely want to.

thinking about a virgin, prohero katsuki who clams up now that you’re kneeling down in front of him. a katsuki whose eyes are wide and still as they stare into yours for some sort of permission. maybe he wants permission to be vulnerable? you’re right underneath his nose yet he’s running over how he got this far when he was used to shoujo mangas and porn. this is a different playing field and he is absolutely a rookie. the vermillion in his eyes is practically glowing as he’s overheating from the inside. he’s standing tall and tense and at this point, he can feel his heart beating in his chest and his skin burning in anticipation. there you are; patient and willing to go at any pace that katuski’s ready to take. your hands trail up his thighs over his gray sweats slowly, spotting the firm cock in his hand twitch.

katsuki swears he’s never been more flustered in his life, “no.” his voice broke out into the atmosphere of the room, cracking and forcing his cheeks to go red. you can tell by his response that the typical rose tinted glasses he had on around you were now red and tinted with lust. “I didn’t.” while his voice is calm, he isn’t in the slightest. you can tell because every time he gets flustered around you, his voice loses that rough scratch and becomes smooth and quiet. it’s captivating, honestly.

his breath hitches while he breathes in and only comes out in short or weak puffs. there’s a sudden sharp breath that he sucks in as his eyes dart towards your hands. “of course you didn’t.” you could spot his tongue quickly graze over his chapped, rosy lips.

“shut up.”

“you know you can always make me, right?” he brushes your comment off with an eye roll. the hero’s jaw relaxes for a brief moment before he grips his cock a bit tighter in his hand. anything he was ready to do, you were ready to do. choking out a groan, the head of his heavy cock runs along your lips. this scene was erotic enough for him. tapping it along your lips, his head nudges up subconsciously while his jaw falls. you to part your lips for him. the hero cracked out a hum as the blushing, sensitive head of his cock ran along your skin. the slit was already glistening with excitement. “i would love it if you could make me.”

allowing himself to sink into your mouth builds up this feeling of anxiety that no villain could even get out of him. his nose turns up at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth. he never felt anything like it. sending his back against the wall, his eyes flash to the ceiling before his fingers slide in your hair. katsuki tries so hard to breathe correctly. he thought he had this. if he could handle the palm of his hand or his trusty fleshlight, why wouldn’t he be able to remain calm in your mouth? that would be ridiculous! however, you can spot his chest rising and falling through his hoodie. he doesn’t pick up on full he just might be in your mouth until you gag. you gag and that feeling can’t end for him. a thick hand slips from your hair and behind your neck to keep you there. katsuki’s a selfish man who simply doesn’t care or even think about your need to breathe. neither did you. not when your boyfriend’s breath picks up and every exhale includes a moan. you love it. you live for it.

you also love the way he suddenly pulls your hair, yanking your head back. it allows you to gently graze your teeth under his shaft. if he wants to play, you both could play, yes? katsuki chokes out broken whine. “fuck,” he bites, eyes shutting tight with his hips jutting closer to your face. he likes it. for a moment his life falls into a blur. there’s no need to think if you were willing to do the work for him. ‘just take it and don’t cum too fast’ is the motto. he admires you with his hands carefully brushing any hair from your face. dynamight loves to chase your mouth; rolling his hips and pushing his cock deeper because a second away from you is a second too long.

there’s so many things you’re doing to him that he can’t even try to comprehend. he can feel your tongue toy with the head of his cock and his whole body twitches. when you start gagging his toes start curling. and he’s begging for it— physically. you can see it in the way his face twists in pleasure and frustration or feel it when his hips become more erratic while trying to work with you pace.

the blond finds himself struggling for a solid breath. one thing about katsuki was that the heat never really bothered him. until this moment. his body is getting warm and his skin is clamming up under the fabric he’s wearing. it’s an uncomfortable feeling but he doesn’t want it to end. his cock twitches between your lips and of course you aren’t letting up in the slightest. it’s almost aching at this point for some sort of release. that familiar tense feeling is creeping up all over his body. katsuki’s breaths are harsh and sharp as he looks down at you with the most pitiful eyes. “fuck,” he grumbles. red eyes are chasing all over your face when he realizes that the feeling is getting far too intense to sit by idly. his mouth is open and he wants to speak. he wants to tell you that he’s about to cum but he can’t. you wouldn’t be able to make out a single thing he said even if he tried.

you can spot his lip quivering before tightening his lips together. the hero is scrunching his nose and trying not to explode but looking at you makes the task difficult. lifting his back off the wall, one hand gripped the counter while the other covered his mouth. each exhale came out in a string of grunts and groans. he was pitiful— simply miserable being so vulnerable but he also never felt as good as he does at the moment. watching him, you can see his eyes cross. then you could feel it. katsuki’s body stiffens up so much you assume he lost all functioning of it as he filled your cheeks. the only thing that’s moving on him is his thighs that are literally shivering.

in all honesty you don’t know what’s supposed to make his cum so much different than any other you’ve experienced. it’s hot and thick. the only exception? it tasted far better than what you’ve had before.

the more you think about how he tastes, the less you actually realize that his body has already calmed down. not until his cock lazily fell from your mouth. he lowers his body to the ground to rest on his knees and get a good look into your eyes. stealing glances of one another, katsuki can see how messy your face really is. you notice how red his face is. he refuses to properly look you in the eyes. “don’t swallow—“

katsuki’s face loses all expression as he watches you do exactly that simply because he told you not to. it was a nice way to measure to see how out of it he still is. saying nothing, he cups your cheeks with his hands that are actually burning before feeling his lips melt on yours. he wants to take in everything; your swollen lips, your weak kiss from your exhausted jaw and the taste of him left on your tongue. pulling away from you always feels like a crime after kissing you, but if there was one thing the blond didn’t have, it was a proper breath.

“how did that feel? did you like that?”

“it sure as hell wasn’t bad.” he snaps, which only makes you laugh.

#katuski bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #bakugou #bakugou smut #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou drabble #birdieboom #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo smut #pro hero dynamight #bakugou headcanon

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mirumototsubasa · 2 years

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These are scans from a postcard book for My Hero Academia.

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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Random shit about living with Katsuki

He's the only one keeping me going istg

cw: fluff, romance, suggestive stuff, bf!bkg, domestic shit, bakugo is annoying like bakugo is, mention of fighting (?), not proofread, idk brainrot

You know the drill

Characters aged up 22+

MDNI

He gets so annoyed with himself when his food doesn't turn out right and it's so annoying because he wants to make something else but you're honestly hungry and eat while he cooks a second dinner and at first it pissed you off but then you realized you always had leftovers for lunch the next day and his food is better than anything you can buy anyway

He gets mad at how you do laundry. Like you just throw everything in one load and he looks at you like you were raised by wolves. Aggressively gives you lessons on separating loads and how to fold things "the right way" and it's fun for you because you can make fun of him for acting like your mother and let's face it you're going to do it your way anyway

He's the funniest person to drive with. Your friends say he's insane but you're also a bit of an insane driver so you get where he's coming from. Imagine you both get equally terrible road rage when someone cuts him off and you both shout expletives at the driver

When you're stressed about something he gives weirdly backhanded pep talks like "Well of course you're gonna ace that presentation you're not an idiot" or "you're gonna do it because you're a fucking adult and you need to figure it out already" like 👁💧👄💧👁 thanks kacchan.

When you guys fight its lowkey hilarious because he gets pissed off so quickly but he also gets over it immediately? Like he'll get mad because you've been watching your show for 3 hours straight and he wants to do something else and he'll get so mad that he'll storm off but then he'll hear something interesting happen on your show (that he's somehow invested 3 hours of his life to) from the other room and come back and ask you what happened

People think you guys fight more than you do because of his tone, but you understand he just has no volume control and wants to be cool so you find the yelling more endearing than aggressive

He's so clean so if you're anything like a disaster (*raises hand*) he will constantly be yelling at you about the socks entire closet on the floor or the dishes in the sink. It's nice every once in a while because he's also trying to keep you accountable, but it is one of the things you'd have to fight him about.

If you have long or thick hair, he WILL complain abt hair being everywhere

But imagine him grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging on it while he kisses your neck, grumbling about "so much fucking hair," into your skin bc even if you shed a ton he still loves it

The fact that he genuinely enjoys your attention and companionship weirds out a lot of your friends because he seems like a meathead with anger issues and no capacity for romance but he's actually really easy to talk to

He likes to have somewhat separate lives (different friends groups/agencies/etc) but he always wants to hear about what's going on in your life and he has so many opinions on your friend's taste in men and he gives good advice

#mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo smut #katuski bakugou #bakugo #katsuki bakugo #bakugo fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #bakugo headcanons #bakugou #bakugo katsuki #mha fanfiction #mha bakugo #mha fluff

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luvymelody · 14 days

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yall lokwey hear me out on stage play bakugou

#HEAR ME OUTTT #mha bakugou #katuski bakugou #bakugou katsuki #lawdddd GIVE ME STRENGTH

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dabislilbaby · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Two ppl actually tagged me in this so thank you @malewifetouya and @happyely 🖤🖤🖤

Sadly some of my most favorite projects are ones that are still sitting in my drafts unfinished 😭 but out of all the ones I've posted these are the ones I'm most proud of <3

"Come Home" — Deku:

I don't even know if this would be considered a fic?? Cuz honestly this was such a short little thing that I wrote in under like 15 minutes 😭 probably the shortest amount of time it's taken me to ever write literally anything. But it was after I watched S6 E136 and literally that night I had a dream where this whole scene was played out in my head. And it just felt so dramatic in the right ways and just raw emotion that I had to write it down. And it's STILL my most liked post on this entire blog😭 but honestly understandable bc sometimes I go back and read it and I'm just like "damn wait I wrote that????" lmfaoo

"Only for you, Toshi" — Shinsou:

Completely opposite from the last one, this is actually the longest thing I've ever written. (that's posted anyway, there's a few longer still in my drafts) I just feel like Shinsou doesn't get enough love but he definitely deserves it😭❤️ all my friends that read it said they really enjoyed it and I'm just really happy with how it came out after working on it for a couple weeks, and that not touching it for a few months and then coming back to it only to finish it in like 2 days lmao

"Attention" — Dabi:

Now this wouldn't be a post about my fics if I didn't include something for my absolute favorite character in the entire show🖤 this fic was very self indulgent bc I'm such a brat🤭 and I'm convinced that Dabi is the king of brat taming. Fun fact, the outfit I described is something I literally own in my closet 😂

"Secrets" — BakuDeku x reader [UNFINISHED]:

This is a multi-part series I'm co-writing with my bsf @haru-x-ren on a joint account we made. (@bunny-x-haru if you'd like to follow) it's currently still a work in progress with only a few parts released, but it is a continuation of a 2 part fic I wrote when I first started called "You're the Only Thing That Makes Sense" — Bakugo So I do recommend reading this one first before Secrets for context and background info. I feel like you can really see my growth in writing from then to now, cuz that was like literally the second thing I ever posted lol. And Haru was literally my biggest fan bc he's the one that got me into writing fanfic<3 so after he read it, he had this absolutely BRILLIANT idea (spoiler) to take the scene I wrote where bakugo and deku were caught fighting after school hours (similar to that scene from season....2? When Bakugo learned about OFA) and turn it into a BakuDeku love triangle and I was honestly obsessed with the idea

And lastly

"For Your Eyes Only" — Dabi:

Another one for my fav<3 this one was for his birthday and is very nasty🤭 also with a little bit of fluff at the end bc I am indeed a hopeless romantic with no romance🥲 also, the cover photo is most definitely the reaction I was imagining when he walks into the room lmao

Side Note:

I know it's been a while since I've posted any writing and I am so sorry 😭 I guess I've just been in a little bit of a funk when it comes to my creativity lately. I mean I've got plenty, and I do mean PLENTY of ideas written down, but Im having a hard time executing them and turning them into something I can post. But I promise I'll get back to posting as soon as I can and I'm really sorry to everyone who has been waiting for stuff😭 I appreciate your patience❤️

Here's 5 other writers I recommend<3

@cathwritestragediesnotsins @aquadenks @kemakoshume @coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic + any other writers who'd like to make ur own posts<3

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