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#MHA x gender neutral reader
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Eijiro teaches you how to use his headpiece.
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“You guys are all wrong,” Minoru declared. “Yaoyorozu has the best hero costume.”
“Can you not be a perv just once Mineta!” Mina yelled, bonking him on the head.
You all had been discussing who had the best hero costume in the common room of the dorms before Minoru interrupted with his own opinions.
You rolled your eyes ignoring him and moving on, “Kirishima, I think your costume is pretty cool,”
“What really?!” The redhead perked up on the couch.
“No way! How is that any less of a pervy answer than Mineta?! Come on, what about me? My jacket is pretty cool!” Denki said eager for attention.
Mina ignored Denki’s desperate cry for praise and turned to you, “It is kind of an interesting choice since Kirishima’s costume is basically just pants,” Mina giggled.
Your cheeks flushed at your friend’s words, “No no! I’m not trying to be a creep or anything!” You backtracked.
“It’s ok don’t worry! I uh- didn’t think that” Eijiro said blushing alongside you.
“I was thinking about your headpiece when I answered, you designed it yourself?? It looks so cool!” You spoke trying to redeem yourself.
“Nah- don’t lie. You just like watching him run around without a shirt,” Denki huffed.
“Leave them alone man!” Eijiro said shoving Denki off the couch. “Yeah, I designed it myself,” he spoke turning his attention back to you. A prideful smile on his face from your praise.
“That’s really impressive!” You smiled. “How does it work?? Is it hard to get on?”
“The thing breaks every time he’s in a fight! It’s not that impressive…” Denki mumbled to himself on the floor.
Eijiro ignored him and answered, “It just latches on- it’s pretty simple. I can go grab it and show you.” He offered.
“Oh-ok!” You blushed, as he sprang off the couch to head up to his dorm.
“Wait!” Mina called. “Why don’t you just go upstairs with Kirishima? Then he doesn’t have to make so many trips up and down the elevator,” Mina suggested with a sly smile.
“Are you kidding me?!” Denki exclaimed, but Mina covered his mouth.
“Go you two!” Mina encouraged, shooing at you both with her free hand.
“I uh-,” you hesitated on the couch.
“It’s ok with me,” Eijiro spoke but quickly added- “I mean as long as you’re comfortable with it!”
“I am, as long as you don’t mind me in your room,” you answered.
“Go go go, we’ll be here. Right, Kaminari?” Mina said aggressively to him. Denki giving up just nodded and rolled his eyes at Mina.
“Alright let’s go,” Eijiro waved at you to follow him, with ab apprehensive smile.
Once you both were out of earshot Mina let out a laugh. “Man, they need so much help,” she declared.
“Maybe but- you don’t have to be pushing them together,” Denki complained.
“Oh, get over it. They have been crushing on each other for a long time now.” She answered.
The elevator ride up to Eijiro’s room was long and filled with awkward conversation.
“Could I get in trouble for being here?” You asked nervously.
“Nah I doubt it- besides I’m just showing you how my headpiece works right? I suppose that could be useful to know in the future if we’re ever teamed up together,” Eijiro justified.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed nodding happily.
You both made your way to his dorm door. You briefly remembered what his dorm looked like when your class held the dorm competition- but when Eijiro opened the door it was more intense than you remembered. The bright red curtains brought a whimsical sense to the room, and the posters covering the walls illuminated the room with his personality.
“Oh wow,” you exclaimed following him inside.
“I know I know- I already heard it from Hagakure. It’s not a very appealing room,” Eijiro said sadly.
“No! I love it!” You sang.
“What really?! Thanks,” he said smiling and blushing as he looked around for his hero costume. “All right, here it is!” he said, pulling his headpiece out.
Eijiro sat on his bed, and you nervously followed his lead sitting next to him.
“It’s easy I just put it on like this-,” he said placing it on, “then lock into place on the side.” The headpiece made a snapping sound as he locked it in.
“Oh, I guess that is really easy,” you laughed nervously feeling silly for asking how it worked now. “Can I see it?”
“Yeah, sure!” He answered and took off the headpiece, handing it to you.
It was heavier than you expected and cold to the touch. "Wow, this doesn't bother you?"
"Nope! Keeps me protected from getting hit in my weak spots," He answered.
"Can I try?" You asked.
Eijiro nodded and chuckled in amusement thinking it was cute you wanted to try on a part of his costume, but when you moved closer and placed your hands around his head he froze. He hadn't realized you meant you wanted to put it on for him.
Eijiro felt his breath catch in his throat as you were just inches away from him carefully placing his headpiece on.
You secured the metal piece around his face before catching sight of him staring intently at you. His gaze made your hands start to shake as you went to snap the headpiece in place. His vermillion eyes sparkled as he looked at you with a bashful smile.
The warmth of your hands on either side of him was intoxicating and he felt how could get lost there when suddenly, "Ow!" he yelped.
Your shaking hands had caused you to pinch the side of his face as you snapped the headpiece together.
"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY!" you exclaimed springing up off the bed.
"It's ok!" Eijiro said, reaching his hand out to reassure you.
You wanted to believe him, but you saw a drop of blood drip down to his cheek.  
"NO, YOU'RE BLEEDING!" You yelled, horrified with yourself. You booked it to his bathroom to find some first aid supplies. Eijiro followed behind you- blushing at you rummaging through his stuff in a panic.
"It's ok promise- but let me help you!" He offered.
"Oh man, you're right! First, I hurt you then I rummage through your stuff without asking! I'm the worst!" You proclaimed, dropping your head into your hands.
"No no! Really, it's not a big deal!' Eijiro said attempting to calm you as he brought out a band-aid.
"Here let me help you please!' You begged.
Eijiro smiled sweetly and handed you the band-aid and a cloth, then took his head headpiece off so you could inspect the injury.
Your eyes misted at the sight, "I'm so sorry- that looks like it hurt." You sniffed and dabbed at the injury gently with a cloth to clean off the blood. You moved closer to tend to him, and Eijiro once again felt lost in your close presence.
He smiled down at you, cheeks tinting as your hands grazed his cheek to place on the band-aid. "Believe me- I'm not even thinking about that right now," he said voice low and sultry.
You caught his gaze and blushed at realizing how close you had come to him in your panic. A blush dusted your own cheeks as you tilted your head and asked, "What are you thinking about then?"
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notakoala · 1 month
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"Katsuki."
You mumbled, fumbling with your hands, and rubbing your head in the crook of his neck.
He grumbled a few short grunts, whining at the fact that you had just woken him up from his beauty rest.
Rose eyes connected with yours when you looked up at him. His bedhead was obvious, sleep still lingering in his eyes
He threw his arm on top of you, pushing your head into his chest, sighing deeply, his eyes drifting off back into his blissful sleep.
"Katsuki!" Whining and trying to push him away, or escape his smothering. "Don't go back to sleep!" You whined even louder, your voice muffled by his chest.
He groaned again, longer than last time. Rubbing his chin into your hair to get comfy again, ignoring your flailing body that was trying so desperately to escape his arms. Instead, he lowered his hands down your waist, rubbing circles into your lower back.
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azaarchiive · 13 days
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fanfic bakugou vs real size
sypnosis; katsuki finds you reading a fanfic about him
notes; suggestive, gn reader, fluff with katsukiii, long term established relationship, bakugo is a little ooc. 733 words
inspired by: @officialabortive (i tried to find the drabble but i couldn’t find it! anyways go show them some loveee)
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‘katsuki’s muscular arms trapped you in between him and the kitchen island, his hot breath caressing your neck before you felt him speak.
“do you know why i call myself dynamite?” he whispered seductively.
“why?” you meekly responded, slowly turning to face him.
he leans closer to your ears before whispering,
“because i blow my load in bitches like you.” ’
soon, a loud laugh could be heard behind you, ripping you from your very steamy fantasy. only for you to realise the man himself was behind you, laughing his ass off.
“suki, w-what the fuck?! you scared me!” you stumbled over your words, shame spreading across your whole body.
“i can’t fucking believe i walked in on my partner reading this shit! oh fuck, i’m getting abs!” katsuki continued to cackle while you covered your face in embarrassment. this was the worst way to get caught.
“i was just interested! i was online and i saw that this was apparently the dynamite fanfic that everyone was raging over!” you attempted to defend yourself, but your excuses fell onto deaf ears and the sound of his obnoxious laughter getting louder to drown you out.
“i just can’t believe this, baby, you have the real thing right here!” katsuki climbed onto the couch with you, leaning his arm on the top of the couch while resting his chin on his fist.
“i know that, like i said, i was just interested!” you huffed.
“that line was insane though, maybe ill steal it next time. would you be into that? me ‘blowing my load’ into you?” katsuki smiled, trying to hide your laughter.
but your shy smile as you looked away just broke any restraint he had, and thus, he was bursting out laughing again.
“oh my god, you liked it, didn’t you?” katsuki accused.
“no i didn’t!” you whined, playfully pushing katsuki who barely even moved an inch.
“yes you did, look at how flustered your getting!” katsuki pointed at your face.
“oh come off it!” you slapped his finger away, picking up your phone again and turning away to have him face your back.
“going off to read more?” katsuki teased.
you stayed silent, sighing playfully as katsuki (unbeknownst to you) widened his mouth in shock.
“listen… the writing is really good!” you defended yourself whilst laughing.
“it was probably written by a 14 year old girl!” he exclaimed back to you.
“no actually, the writer here just turned 20.” you huffed.
“im still in shock, you have the katsuki bakugou in front of you, wiling to do whatever you want, yet you chose him. the guy with cheesy lines!” katsuki complained.
“don’t be jealous katsuki, it’s just that the storylines are so captivating. like, in one of them, you were a barista and i was a ceo- can i please explain the storyline properly without you laughing?” you paused while smiling as katsuki wheezed in front of you.
after a few second, he nodded, covering his mouth to contain whatever laughter he had left in him so you could continue.
“thank you, anyways, i was a ceo and you were the coffee barista and we fell in love over time since i kept coming back because the coffee you made was always really good. but then, your jealous ex, which was me actually, came and told me that you both were still dating and that you were just using me for my money. so then, i fell out of love for you, but then, 2 years later, you had graduated from UA and became a pro hero and saved me, so then we fell in love again and got married.” you explained.
“wait, they include you in these little stories?” katsuki asked.
“yep, im usually the jealous ex or the supportive best friend.” you replied.
“these people are so pathetic, you’re mine and always will be.” katsuki said, lunging at you, trapping you in a bear hug.
you screamed in laughter as he trapped you in his lethal hugs, the scent of his cologne wafting in your nose.
“you’re right, i’m your forever!” you giggled in his arms.
“exactly, don’t need no fanfic to tell you otherwise.” his voice was muffled as his face was in his neck.
god, you loved this man and no other fanfic version of him could ever capture how he was with you.
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hollowtakami · 18 days
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HEYOOO
so I read your keigo fics and I really loved them! What do you think about Keigo waking up from a nightmare and he can't find you, so he starts to panic, and when you come back from the toilet (or wherever you were), he immediately latches onto you panicking and crying
Man he is so sweet
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hi anon! ^_^ tysm for your ask, it rlly made me smile hehe. here’s a small drabble as thanks:)
(apologies if its rusty, the only thing i have written as of late is uni essays-)
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keigo gasped for air as though he’d been reborn, feathers pricked out like needles.
he clutched at his shirt like a vice, daring to tear through his skin and stress grip his dying heart. he panted, delirious amidst his fear.
the suns of his eyes bounced across every corner of the room, his free hand scratching away the duvet in search of you. nothing, not even his feathers could sense you, clouded by fright.
what the avian didn’t know was that you hadn’t left him like his father, you’d only gotten to get a glass of water after the drought in your throat had woken you up, not nearly as violently as the way your boyfriend’s body treated him.
what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was unfurling faster than the might of his wings ever could.
pattering through the hallway of your apartment with a glass and a plenished throat, you gently broke your way into your shared bedroom with a tired hand.
your eyes retreated behind their lids at the light you swore you hadn’t put on, lest you disturb keigo in his sleep.
no, an instinctual feather did so.
you stop, feet planting into the carpet as your brain tries to process the scene in front of you, whirring through its fatigue.
there was keigo, plumage fluffed up in fear, eyes wild and pinned on you, your bedsheets in tatters.
“kei?” words clawed up your throat as you slowly made your way to the bedside table and placed the glass. keigo grabbed your wrist the moment you’d set it down, you managed to get a better look at him.
sunny bedhead and a dark sky lining his eyes, his chest heaved along with the heavy burdens that laced his blood, what was his own that didn’t stain his hands.
no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, keigo would never be clean. it had trickled into his brain, and he couldn’t even escape it in his sleep.
“stay,“ he silently barked, his words scratchy.
keigo’s stress grip on your wrist wouldn’t let up, the avian latched onto you for dear life.
your face fell, eyebrows furrowed as you saw his glassy eyes, glossed over with fear.
“bad dream, baby?” you whispered, slowly raising your wrist to run a hand through keigo’s hair, massaging his scalp with gentle nails.
keigo only choked on a sob, his vulnerabilities racing down his cheeks to their end. if only this would end, he begged to a god he wasn’t sure existed.
you brought your wrist down, eyes trained on the dots of his.
“‘m not going anywhere, baby boy,” you soothed, gentle reassurance hanging in the air until keigo was ready to pluck it down and hold it close to him.
he tried to not, more words contesting in his throat.
keigo looked down at himself, feathers shaking more than his tired body.
“bad..” he gestured to himself.
“you aren’t him, birdie,” your words were soft, sun against his skin. his heart swelled amidst the silent rage of his head.
soon, you felt keigo’s grip starting to soften too.
you grabbed the glass of water with a free hand, using the other to usher strands of gold out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear as you helped him sip some water.
kissing his forehead, you cooed, “that’s my boy,”
keigo chirped, too frightened to speak. he would only chirp or coo when this regressed into his fear, not that you minded. you knew that his bird qualities were something he was forced to bury, much like other innocents.
but, there wasn’t any blood on keigo’s hands.
the only thing in his hands was the silk of your skin, fingers intertwined as you spoke to him with the song of your voice, an angel he would tell himself he didn’t deserve.
your wings were pure, his stained red. he was born like this, conceived by a monster of a man. so, that must mean that he was born the same.
it took an angel like you to help him realise he had never fallen, it was someone else who had clipped his wings.
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corpsekiller · 6 days
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𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠) — 𝐤.𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮
PAIRING. katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader
WARNINGS. hurt/comfort, overuse of quirk, mentions of burns
SYNOPSIS. after pushing himself beyond his limits during training, katsuki tries to deal with the consequences of his actions on his own.
AUTHOR'S NOTE. so, i'm finally back after taking a long break from writing! i honestly didn't plan to disappear without a word, but uni and work were keeping me really busy and i just didn't find the time to write. anyway, i hope you enjoy this little fic! <3
LENGTH. will be added later!
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Everything fuckin' hurts.
His skin is reddened and the palms are blistered, aching and tender to the touch as he fumbles with the first-aid kit, rummaging through the small bag for some bandages to cover his open wounds. The cold water he ran over his sore fingers did little to soothe the pain and Bakugou swallows a broken sob when he finds nothing to stop the cuts from bleeding, tries to blink away the tears that begin to blur his vision as he tosses the first-aid kit across the room and slides down the wall to his knees.
"Katsu, are you in there?"
Your voice makes him flinch. It's muffled behind the closed door, barely audible, but he can still hear the honest concern laced in every word as you call out his name a second time. His heart stumbles in his chest, a treacherous rhythm behind his ribs that begs for help and yet, he can't bring himself to reply no matter how hard he tries — his lips part, but instead of words he finds stones in the hollow of his mouth.
No sound leaves his throat.
You're so pathetic, a voice whispers. It sounds strangely like his own.
For a second, Katsuki stares at the sickeningly white tiles beneath his feet, now stained with the remnants of his blood still oozing from his hand. Deep crimson glints tauntingly back at him, the bitter affirmation of his failure to control his explosive quirk reflecting in each little drop and fuck, he feels another sob shatter his body before he can clasp his bruised hands over his mouth — it makes him want to claw right through his chest, to grab his weakness right by the fuckin' throat and twist its brittle neck to silence it for the rest of his life.
He can't.
"Fuck off," he manages to bark around the stones and buries his face in the crook of his elbow, presses his nose into the sleeve of his of his shirt to suffocate this awful desperation that threatens to climb out his throat. "I'm fine, okay? I don't need your fuckin' help."
It's dreadfully quiet on the other side of the door.
Katsuki's breath hitches in his chest and he listens, counts the seconds — one, two, three, four — but besides the sound of his own thoughts roaring in his head, he can't hear anything else and the realization that tumbles down with this observation feels like a knife being pushed slowly into his flesh.
You left, he thinks bitterly, he finally pushed you away like everyone else. And look, he gets it — for the longest time, that's all he's ever done; shoving people away and hiding behind a carefully constructed facade of unbridled anger. He's only every held out his hands to destroy, to crush and win and maybe now, his actions finally return to haunt him in his weakest moment.
It doesn't matter that he caught a glimpse of hope when he first met you, that he thought he finally found someone who'd only laugh at his harsh comments and tell him to calm down, I know you don't mean it with an amused smile—
You left anyway, he reminds himself. It's probably for the best.
Then, a sigh.
"You're so stupid," you retort on the other side of the door, though there's no bite in your insult. "I know you can handle yourself, but I'm not leaving you in this state, even if I have to sit here all night."
Your voice cracks and his name lingers on the tip of your tongue, sweet and soft, never falling from your lips. "C'mon, let me in."
Instinctively, he gives in.
"Alright," Bakugou replies hesitantly. "Come in, but don't... Just don't fuckin' laugh at me, alright." It's a pathetic attempt to hide the pain behind a mask of unjustified anger, he knows, but he can't let you see him like this without putting up a miserable fight. It feels like he's been stripped of any dignity he's been feigning to hold on the span of his broad shoulders, like he's been reduced to nothing but an incurable ache that clings to his broad shoulders like a shadow under the scorching midday sun.
He's not even sure you heard him, words barely above a whisper, but then the door opens and you enter. With careful steps, you come closer and crouch down, your knees hitting the cold tiles with a soft thud. Immediately, Katsuki slumps against the wall, caving his shoulders into himself to escape your eyes studying his face, gaze wandering over his features as your brows crease in worry.
He hates it.
And yet, he doesn't move when you wordlessly wrap your hands around his wrists and gently turn them to observe the burns littering his bruised skin. There's a certain kind of caution in the way you touch him, something so utterly gentle, as if you're fuckin' scared of hurting him and Bakugou curses your stupid display of affection — no one ever handled him with such care before.
So, he grits his teeth and tears his gaze away from you. It's just too much, the way you look at him.
"Y'know, you shouldn't push yourself like that."
He almost barks out a laugh. The sharpness of a cynical retort burns on the tip of his tongue and he opens his mouth to spit it out, but you're quick to cut him off.
"Shut the fuck up for a second, 'kay?" It's almost as if you expected him to argue. "Listen, I get it. I really do. I know why you always push yourself in every training session until you're about to pass about, why you always strive for perfection and overexert your quirk, but this... on the long run, this will only lead you to your early grave."
"You don't know shit," he snarls. Like a wounded animal, he fears kindness, yet he craves it. Touching you makes him want to pull away and yet, he stays frozen, unable to move, because the moment you let go he's sure the pain of his burns will pull him back into the abyss he's been fighting his way out of for what feels like an eternity and he—
He can't give up now.
So instead, he just studies your expression — thoughtful, gentle, concerned. He feels his face heat up as his fingers tremble in your gentle grasp, itching with the urge to fumble with something, anything in means of distraction. He doesn't mind the lack of space — in fact, he finds it almost soothing to feel how close you are, but he's so vulnerable beneath your eyes that his mind screams at him to run if it means you won't look at him in this way again.
"I'm not judging you, Katsu," you mumble, sensing his unease. Your thumb draws small circles on the inside of his wrist, right where his pulse flutters beneath his skin. "But even the best of us need a break every once in a while. It's not a sign of weakness to ask for help, really."
Somehow, his shoulders relax.
"No one will judge you, I promise. So why don't we head to the nurse and let her take a look at your burns?"
It is almost instinctively that he desires to lean into your gentle touch, and remember this fragile feeling for the rest of his life — Katsuki finds a different kind of healing, now that he lets his walls crumble down in your embrace.
"Okay," he whispers and shakily pushes himself to hid feet.
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You remembered his red eyes, his blonde hair, his smell and the way it would cling to you whenever you hugged him.
His blinding smile only you got the pleasure of seeing late at night, gestures of affection only shared between the two of you.
You stood on the battle field, covered in the sickening red so alike to Katsuki.
Your eyes scanned around, desperate and pleading to find him after he had fallen.
You never saw him get up.
He would always get up.
It didn’t take long for you to see your precious Katsuki Bakugou, the boy you held and who held you back, the one you snuck around with, cooked with, fought with, cried with, on the ground, bloody.
It was as if your eyes met across the battle field, and you could see his close.
You would watch years later and well established into your hero career, on the live feed, the one that people would hold against you years later.
A child, fighting against villain after villain. You fought for your life, you fought for his.
Covered in blood, and playing back the footage you can’t recognize yourself as you slammed down a villain with your quirk, crushing them upon impact as they got in the way.
Villain after villain, you finally reached him.
No pulse.
“Don’t die, please.” You remembered saying, looking up at him before entering the battle, his hand flush in yours as he kept you close.
As second nature he lifted your knuckles to his lips, pulling you by your shoulders into him as if to say see you later.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” His voice was particularity soft, cocky evident but soft as if he knew the stakes.
Your lives.
You closed your eyes, taking him in as you heard his heart beat through his hero suit.
“I swear, if you leave me alone and die-“ you started, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he guided you by your chin to look up at him.
“Think I’m that weak to leave you here alone? For what? Some extra to come and take my girl?” Katsuki asked, amusement clear in his eyes as you rolled your eyes in your own.
“Still…I love you, Katsuki.” You knew it was a bad idea saying I lover you for the first time in the face of death, and you could tell by the way he stilled.
You felt your mistake soften, his hold around you tightening.
“…I love you too.”
You had felt your shoulders sag, holding onto him in life and death, breathing him in.
And when you opened them again you didn’t smell him, looking up at him to see his blood covered face and lifeless eyes as you laid your head upon his chest once more to hear a hollow sound.
And all you could do as the battle raged on, was curl up onto his side and wait to willingly die alongside him.
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mothisamess · 8 months
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Bakusquad x Insecure! Reader
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or alternatively a reader that's just not confident bare faced
(more platonic but could be seen as romantic! more fem centric. sorry for weird formatting I wrote on my phone lol and not proof read I wrote this in less that 10 mins)
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- It was no secret that you were one of the prettiest people in class 1-A.
- You were always put together.
- having your hair clean and always wearing at least some makeup.
- it was a very very rare occurrence that you wouldn't be wearing any. practically no one had ever seen you without it.
- the closest they got was after training or villain attacks.
- one night, you, Mina, Kirishima, Jirou, Sero, Denki, and Bakugo were having a sleepover in Mina's dorm.
- It was around 12am and everyone was winding down for the night. (Bakugo is not very happy about it. but it's the weekend so they managed to convince him)
- mina handed you a makeup wipe so you could sleep barefaced.
- you politely refused.
- mina pryed a bit more, she didn't want her pretty best friend to break out!
- you laughed a bit and made a joke about how you 'look like one of those old diseased hairless cats' without makeup.
Mina - ✩⁠
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- she's shook.
- you're literally her perfect best friend like huh?
- she'll pester you about it for a while
- and if you say that it was caused by others at your old school...
- she loses her MINDDD
- bc youre gorgeous like what?
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- she always hyped you but before but now it's extra!
- will 100% spread rumors about anyone who talks bad about you.
(and they're vileee 💀)
Kirishima - ✩⁠
- he's so surprised
- you look like that and think you look bad??
- aggressive positivity. literally shoving it down your throat.
- hype man!!
- he hypes you up more than Bakugo at this point
- if anyone's trying to be rude to you he will immediately stop them.
- he will not hold back in training and will definitely tell other people that they aren't nice
- and you know it's bad when even Kirishima isn't nice to you. before the person knows it all of class 1-A hates them.
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Jirou - ✩⁠
- she's so surprised!!
- you're like a goddess in her eyes
- she doesn't say much about it that night but over time she subtly hypes you up!
- just small things like 'you're hair looks nice today's or 'where did you get that shirt?'
- she's a little nervous that she'll offend you so she tries her best to not seem as blunt as normal.
- if anyone says anything bad about you (in general but especially about how you look) she goes crazy 💀
- she will not hold back during training.
- (she has gotten scolded by Aizawa for it before)
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Sero - ✩⁠
- he has to take a moment to take in what you said
- like huh?!
- how are you insecure?
- you'll def end up having one of those deep conversations another night where he finds out everything.
- def hypes you up
- practically everytime you walk into the common room he'll tell you you're outfit is nice
- you could be dressed like Adam Sandler and he'd still eat that up
- if anyone is rude to you he'll shoot a small piece of tape onto the ground so they face plant 😭
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Denki - ✩⁠
- he side eyes you immediately and does one of those slow head turns 💀
- he'll pester you for a bit about it but after Bakugo slapps him over the head because he wants to sleep he drops it for the night
- BIGGEST HYPE MANNN
- hypes you up about everything, your handwriting, cooking, baking, drawing, grades, quirk, strength, everything.
- if anyone's every rude he will 100% give the person small shocks.
- especially in quiet rooms.
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Bakugo - ✩⁠
- even though he might be bad at showing it, he didn't want his friend to break out either!
- but he hid it behind him not wanting to hear you complain about your skin
- won't hype you up but once he sees you with out makeup he'd definitely do a really sarcastic fake shock
- like 'gasp oh my god-! you- you- look perfectly fucking fine. say some dumbass shit like that again and I'm beating your ass.'
- will immediately scream insults at whoever talks about about you
- it could literally be a medical professional next to you on your death bed saying that you over estimated yourself in a fight and he'd still do it
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homos-in-training · 1 year
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Incorrect MHA-50 (L.O.VxReader)
Shigaraki: [finds out Y/n infiltrated the league] You played me like a fiddle
Y/n: Oh, no Shiggy fiddles are actually hard to play
Y/n: I played you like the cheap kazoo you are
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I was feeling pick up lines and so now here’s reader x mha characters and pickup lines I’ll probably do more later <3
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Midnight alt name dream girl but stomach pumper 3000 makes me giggle so I kept it
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sister-of-hitoshi · 2 months
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Bnha main three x turned to child reader
Scenarios with just fluff! This one has a lil drabble too hehe~
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Katsuki Bakugo
A noisy weekend afternoon, pathetic winds making noise through the damned trees, and the extras just being extras, Katsuki Bakugo was fed up with the day, wishing for evening to come already, so that the common school gym opened and he could get started with his weekend training regimen.
It was literally just another shitty day.
Even his s/o had gone somewhere so he was all alone.
Not like he'll ever admit to missing them.
From the common room, he made his way to his own room, wishing to be just left by himself.
However his extremely polite wish to the gods was not granted.
Since he'd stumbled upon a damned brat right after entering his room.
Wtf?!
"What's this thing doing here...?"
Was even more stunned when that same brat had swiftly crawled upto him, and then upon him, and had landed on his shoulder.
The brat's crawling speed was unreal.
He wasted no time in grabbing the brat with one hand and shoving the thing on his bed.
"Who are you?" He inquired, making an expression which would be enough to scare any brat away.
But of course, you weren't just any brat, you were a special brat.
So, instead of answering his question, you did the next best thing that came to your tiny brain, you mimicked his question, asking him who he was, your lips curling into an innocent smile.
Wait- he feels he knows this smile-
"Y/n...?"
You hold his face in your chubby hands and nod vigorously.
He feels proud first, shocked next.
"How tf?"
Immediately became more gentle with handling you, his precious dumbass.
Didn't waste any time informing Aizawa about the situation. After much thought, Aizawa had reluctantly agreed on letting Bakugo be in charge of his fellow classmate.
"You are under my care huh?! Well you better behave AND ADDRESS ME AS YOUR MASTER!"
Loves how you broke into fits of giggles just after.
Most of your conversation with him was just playful banter.
"BA-k-bojhfh yur name's hawd" you say while poking his cheek
"WAIT-HOW COULD YOU SPELL MY NAME WRONG??!"
He was like an experienced caretaker. He immediately understood how you were feeling at any moment of the day, and caught onto your eating habits with the precision of a seasoned professional.
He kept in touch with both his studies and recovery girl, who informed him about the period of 3 days for the effects of your current state lasting.
Nothing that he couldn't handle.
Most of the times you were perched onto his shoulder like a baby bird.
He found your shenanigans enjoyable.
Except for the fact that you seemed to get his name wrong everytime.
After a few minutes from his trip to recovery girl
"There are three cards arranged here. Now get the cards one after the other and spell it correctly" Bakugo said in a somewhat calm manner- the calmest he could get with his anger
You nodded in response, picking the first card.
"B-A....Ba!"
And then you show it to him. "Baa!!" You say more eloquently in an excited manner.
You pickup the second pair.
"Kuuu~" you chirp happily as he nods in a satisfied manner "Baku!" You repeat happily.
Bakugo with his folded arms kept watching you, hoping that now you would finally get his name right.....(also not to hide it- he enjoyed the sight of his adorable partner trying to learn his name)
It was going fine until- "GUo...?"
Now Bakugo got a tick mark on his forehead and his triangular eyes appeared.
"AAAGGHHHHDAMNIT" He shouted with his hands pulling at his hair "NOW GIMME THOSE CARDS YOU CAN DO NOTHING"
You just nodded enthusiastically and gave him the cards, and perched on his shoulder.
"Say it-Ba"
"Ba"
"Ku"
"Kuu~"
"Go"
"...Go?"
Bakugo saw a new ray of hope-
"Now say it!- Ba-ku-go!!"
There was one minute of silence until-
"Bakujjgfxhuj-"
OH C'MON IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!!" Bakugo said, being exhausted.
And you burst into a fit of giggles.
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heyyy i love you’re writing!! i’ve been listening to so much nessa barrett lately and her one song “lie” made me really want to read like a bakugou x reader story line of the song i feel like you’re writing would work well with it 🥹🥹
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You see Katsuki on tv. Warnings: angst 600 words
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You watched as bubbles crackled in your now almost empty drink, the ice collapsing into itself. Lime soaked and slowly disintegrated in the liquid.
"Another one sweetheart?" The bartender asks, bringing you out of your daydream.
You nod with a faint smile, it's the biggest smile you can gather up. The bartender gets working on your drink, feeling obligated to make small talk he looks up at you again, "You here alone?" he asks, pouring a shot into a new glass.
It's a simple question. It shouldn't send you spiraling, but it does.
"Yeah," you reply shortly.
He tops the drink off with soda water and lime and slides it over to your side of the bar, "Well I'm sure that's by choice," he says giving you a courteous wink and nod.
You can't help but scoff. Of course, it's not by choice. There is someone you want to be here with.
Then as if your thoughts willed it so, breaking news broadcasts on the screen interrupting the mundane sitcom. "Pro hero Dynamite at work to subdue a villain," the live feed reads.
You can't stop the way your pupils dilate, and your fingers tighten around your glass.
The helicopter filming the scene struggles to keep up with his movements, but there he is exploding through the city effortlessly giving the villain the fight of their life.
Cops attempt to keep pedestrians at bay, but the crowd is excited to see Dynamite working in action. The group of onlookers only grows as more pull out their phones to record.
He's so famous now.
It happened overnight.
One moment it was just you and Katsuki, and now, he's a pro hero known all over.
He's not Katsuki or Kacchan anymore, he's Dynamite, and everywhere you turned people wanted to take him away from you.
And it worked?
You hadn't heard from Katsuki in over a month. Texts left on read, memes left without even an emoji.
He's busy, you told yourself. Being a pro hero was taking a lot out of him. You couldn't expect much, you had to be supportive. Yet, you couldn't shake the lingering thoughts that grew as more time passed with dead air between you two.
Had he met someone else?
Bringing the glass up to your lips to take a sip, you realized your hands had begun to shake.
As famous as he was now, he had come across many new faces. Fancy galas and expensive dinner parties. Who were you to complete anymore? A small-town friend left long in the shadowed past of his new bright and shiny life.
No. Surely, he respects you enough to have let you know, right?
He's just busy.
Katsuki lets out an explosion bringing the villain down. The scene erupts into cheers. You watch eyes glued to the screen; Katsuki shoves his mask up to his forehead wiping the sweat off his face. Reporters rush to try and get lucky enough to speak to him.
Then it happens.
The universe-altering moment.
It happens fast but you see it in slow motion, every second more painful than the next.
The epitome of a beautiful woman breaks through the crowd, to run and wrap her arms around his neck. Pushing up to her tip toes to press a passionate kiss to his cheek, and he doesn't pull away. He smiles.
A guttural scream that you don't recognize as your own escapes you. Glass flies out of your hand shattering the bar TV.
Whoever she is please, let it be a lie.
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Oh man- this song did a number on me. It’s so painfully beautiful. I hope this fic was somewhat what you had in mind. It’s what came out when I sat down to type so I hope you enjoy! Thank you for this request, I missed writing some angst.
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beelsari · 10 months
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Sugar Daddy Katsuki
my first mha drabble!!
TW: suggestive
Lemme know if u want a full imagine/fic with this!!
sugar daddy baku x gn reader
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Katsuki Bakugo, Japan’s number two hero, you would have never know that if you saw him right now, completely whipped over you. The hard intimidating hero is just soft putty in your hands. He loves spending lodes of money on you, dripping you in diamonds and other luxuries, even if you tell him not to. You truly love him and don’t want him to think otherwise, but he doesn’t, this is just how he shows his affection. There isn’t anything in this world that he wouldn’t do or get for you. One of his favorite things he buys for you are the beautiful lingerie, it’s a present for you and him. He becomes feral when he sees you in such beautiful lingerie, ripping them to shreds, causing him to go out and buy more. Knowing you wear these expensive things he buys you just for him turns him on so much. He gets so possessive and makes his ego even bigger than it already is. He loves decorating your neck and chest with hickies while diamonds shine all over your body. He’ll completely worship your body all night kissing all the way down you and constantly grabbing you everywhere. Your beautiful body is all his, only his, and he’ll remind you of that constantly. His beautiful treasure, you’re completely irresistible.
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real-hot-grl-shi · 11 days
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god I hate the mha fandom. Like
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I DONT WAJT TO EVEN MAKE OCS ANYMORE WTF IS THIS SHITTTJAHAGAGWHWHW LIKE THERES SO MUCH FUCKING SMUT OF MINORS AND ITS SO WEIRD AND THE SHIPS??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK LIKE ESPECIALLY IF YOUR AN ADULT. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUXK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT AS FUCK WHAT TJE FUCKB THEHEHWHW
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do you know this cut dating show where they put two people in a box for 12 hours for a blind date? would you be able to write a drabble about hawks x reader in this setting, i just thought it was cute 😩
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❦ 12 HOUR DATE
cw: none, this is fluff
okay so i watched an episode and the only thing i can think of is the box being so god damn small 😭 his wings too big for this got dang box
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intro—
"hi, im y/n." you nod your head to the camera, knees tucked up to your chest.
"and i’m hawks," he throws up a casual wave and smile, body mimicking your pose so as not to get into each other’s personal space.
not like that was really an option, what with how small the box is. the first thing hawks does is shake your hand, warm and rough palms clasping yours, before the both of you return to your own corners.
"are we ready?" the producer calls, and you two give a simple nod. "any questions?"
"are my feathers allowed to leave the box?" hawks (thankfully) asks, the red wings brushing against you involuntarily.
"uh, yeah, sure, they can do whatever," is the answer. "alright, three, two, one..."
 
hour 1–
"i don’t have any siblings." he answers your question. "id like to think i was the best outcome, though."
you breathe out a laugh. "what’s it like being a hero?"
he makes a face, and you can’t help but genuinely giggle.
"that’s too deep a question," he smiles. "next!"
 
hour 3–
"i wanna—just—like starfish." you say.
"starfish?"
you nod, bent arms lifting to the sides as you attempt to raise a leg, "starfish. it’s so cramped, i need to stretch."
it seems he understands what you’re saying. hawks grabs his jacket and shuffles to the back wall of the box.
"here," he goes, "you take this side, i'll take here; we can stretch out a bit."
it’s not much, but the stretch of your legs as the two of you face each other is a bit relieving. you can even slide your back onto the ground, your legs bending to accommodate. you both attempt to get comfortable, back against the floor and eyes to the ceiling.
"not really a starfish—more like an inchworm." he says this and wiggles his body. you can’t see it, but the foot that nudges you and the sounds he makes erupt a laugh from your throat.
 
hour 5–
you two are nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, legs stretched towards the camera. hawks’ fingers are picking at the fur lining of his jacket, your own coat stuffed to the side.
"what’s your… favourite kind of… kiss?"
you cock your head, taking note of the pink on his cheeks and his lack of eye contact.
"you mean like..." you couldn’t help wanting to tease him. "cookies and cream?"
he snorts loudly, throwing his jacket in your face out of embarrassment as you cackle and catch it.
"shut up! you know what i mean!" to be dramatic even further, he scoots to the other side of the box, ignoring your laughing.
"i don’t think i do," you admit. "how many kinds of kisses are there?"
"at least—like—two."
thinking about it, you don’t notice that you start folding his jacket; it's thick and warm, perfect for the cold wind he probably flies through every day.
"probably standard forehead kisses." you shrug and place his coat beside yours. "what about you?"
he bites the inside of his cheek slightly, not giving you an answer. after a beat, you raise your eyebrows.
"have you never been kissed before?"
 
hour 8–
"my name is keigo, by the way." he whispers.
there’s no need to speak loudly; the two of you are lying side by side, bent legs knocking into each other softly as your heads are using his jacket as a pillow.
"keigo…" you test on your tongue. "that’s nice; i like it."
he chuckles halfheartedly and says, "that’s good; i like your name."
"thanks, i got it for my birthday."
the two of you turn your heads to face each other, the proximity not really bugging either of you anymore. your gaze focuses softly on his eyes, admiring the colour and sleepiness in them from a lack of movement.
you hold up your hand, and he smiles before giving you a high-five.
 
hour 10–
now you’re on your stomachs, your coats used as pillows as you watch outside the box. his feathers are barely visible in the camera, but it can capture your focus as you follow them zoom all around the room. partials of a few bunching together reveal shapes, and keigo’s ramblings about straw houses allow anyone to understand he’s telling the story of the three pigs.
both your faces are filled with content and childlike wonder as you watch the story. arms shift into one another as you point somewhere.
 
hour 12–
heads are resting on each other’s shoulders, exhaustion apparent on both your faces, and your mouths are silent. all four hands are up as you see if either of you can lower just your pinky.
"my left just won't go down." he mumbles, and you let out a half-hearted ‘that’s what she said’.
he flicks your forehead, and you both laugh.
"it’s gonna be weird leaving here now." he admits. "all of a sudden, you won't be here."
"is this stockholm syndrome?" your hands rest on your lap.
he admits, "maybe."
 
outro—
"so, how was it?" the producer asks behind the camera.
keigo has his coat on and his wings spread as he gets to stand once again.
"definitely new," he says. "and weird."
"do you think you’ll see them again?"
he shakes his head with a grin. "hell no—never—they were so—"
"—you can get bubble tea by yourself then!" your voice sounds far away from the camera as keigo laughs.
"wait!" he calls as he disappears from the shot, his voice now drowning out as he chases after you offscreen. "i don’t know where the place we’re going to is!"
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bittersweet-e · 19 days
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... perhaps love never finds the right person or maybe the right person turns their back to the heart given to them.
Dabi had always been there watching.
Watching you, but he knew that would be never enough for his — oh so black heart. For a heart that was tainted by revenge and hate, years of pain.
And oh, how he knew that the heart you had always yearned for was Touya's. And oh, how he wanted to give you the heart of a dead man. Rip it out of the burned corpse, crisp and black, close to becoming ashes. Gift it to you. And watch you mourn. Watch your grief. For a man that was dead, yet so alive.
Oh, how Dabi wanted to watch big tears roll down your beautiful face, nose scrunched, brows furrowed and lips parted as sobs escaped that pretty throat of yours.
How he yearned and longed — imagined this scenario every damn time you stood so angelic in your favorite coffee shop and ordered the usual.
And perhaps, just maybe, he imagined gifting you his tainted heart. His pure black one. Rip that out his chest and throw the bleeding thing at your feet. To yell and scream that he was here. He was alive, there was no Touya but Dabi.
He was here, all along. And yet those pretty eyes widened everytime his name was mentioned, lips parted in the smallest yet sweetest of gasps — his crimes scared you. His imaged pushed you away.
His love would never find you — no miracle would happen for him.
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