#bakudeku ficlet

[petri808]

Day 5 @flufftober “x+1 =”

Bakudeku fluffy omegaverse ficlet

When he walks through the front door of their house, Bakugou knows instinctively that something is up with his mate Midoriya. The omegas scent has been changing over the last couple days and that morning, he knows he called out sick from work. Sure enough, Bakugou finds the omega in their bedroom piling a bunch of his clothes up onto their bed.

Midoriya’s eyes light up at the sight of the alpha. “Kacchan!” He bounces on his knees excitedly on the bed

“Is it true?” The alpha asks tentatively. It’s obvious, but he needs to hear the words…

Midoriya beams and nods as he places his hand over his stomach. “The doctor confirmed it. I’m pregnant!”

With a contented grunt, Bakugou immediately jumps onto the bed and bundles the omega in his arms, placing kisses all over his face and rubbing his nose over the mate mark on Midoriya’s neck. His gravelly purrs to the omegas higher-pitched mewls fill the air along with a release of the alphas soothing pheromones. They’ve been trying for a year and now their efforts have paid off.

When Bakugou pulls away to cup Midoriya’s cheeks, he wipes away some trickling tears from the omegas cheeks, then kisses him slow and steady. This means so much more to the alpha than many knew, because there was a time he didn’t think anyone would want to settle down with him. Bakugou isn’t the easiest alpha to get a long with. An alpha among alphas, his primal instincts are stronger than average and it’s led to a lot of fights with others looking to increase their standings.

But there was always a saving grace for Bakugou in the little omega neighbor boy he grew up with. Midoriya never judged him and would follow him around when they were younger. When their second sexes developed, him as an alpha and Midoriya an omega, it’s like fate intervened and gave him hope.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad,” Bakugou cooed. “I’m so thankful you chose me.”

Midoriya buries his face into the alphas neck. “You’ll be an amazing dad too, Kacchan, and I’m the lucky one who gets to have your child.”

“Then we’re both lucky,” Bakugou laughs, then his tone deepens. “The first addition to our family. I can’t wait.”

The omega kisses the alpha before lowering his gaze and trailing his finger down the man’s chest. “The first, but not the last I hope.”

Bakugou purrs heatedly in response. “It’s a promise my love.”

#flufftober 2023 #bakudeku #bakudeku ficlet #bakudeku fan fic #bnha #omegaverse #unedited

[red-sneakers]

Every night, Izuku has nightmares about almost losing Katsuki in the war. He can’t get a good night’s sleep. It’s affecting his training.

One night, after a particularly awful nightmare, he can’t take it anymore. He takes his pillow and blanket, goes to Katsuki’s room, and knocks on the door.

Katsuki opens it to find Izuku with puffy eyes and streaks of tears still running down his cheeks and neck. Izuku goes on a blubbering, stuttering mutter-rant, asking Katsuki if he “could sleep in Kacchan’s room, but I’ll sleep on the other side of the room on the floor, so you won’t even know I’m there, really, I’ll be quiet, I just need to hear Kacchan’s breathing so I know —“ Katsuki cuts him off by yanking him into a tight hug.

Wordless, because Katsuki knows what Izuku *really* needs to hear, he invites Izuku into his bed and gets him to use his chest as a pillow - so Izuku can hear his heartbeat. The nightmares stop.

The next evening, Izuku thinks he’ll try and be brave. He won’t bother Katsuki in the middle of the night, even though it was wonderful spending the night in Kacchan’s arms.

After getting ready for bed in the communal bathroom, Izuku starts heading for his own room, but Katsuki grabs him by the wrist, leads him to *his* room, and yanks him into bed with him. It’s WAY earlier than Izuku usually goes to sleep, but he doesn’t care; he’s too elated (and relieved) to be in Kacchan’s arms again.

When Katsuki’s breathing starts to slow, something comes over Izuku, and he can’t help but press a soft kiss on his warm cheek. Katsuki mumbles a half-asleep “night, ‘zuku.”

This becomes an every night situation. Every night, Izuku sleeps in Katsuki’s bed, and every night he kisses Katsuki’s cheek before they both drift off. Nothing much else about their relationship changes, except that Izuku is MUCH better rested. Brighter eyes, pinker cheeks, more energy. His friends notice.

One night, when Izuku is going for his nightly cheek kiss, Katsuki turns his head at just the right moment, and their lips meet. Izuku doesn’t know if it’s an accident or not. He pulls away quickly and hides his face in Katsuki’s shoulder, heart racing, frozen with uncertainty until Katsuki mumbles his usual, “night, ‘zuku.” Izuku still doesn’t know if the kiss was an accident or not, but at least Katsuki’s not mad about it.

The next night, Katsuki turns his face again. It’s not an accident. The kiss isn’t lingering. It’s barely more than a peck, but it makes the butterflies in Izuku’s stomach go crazy all the same. He snuggles a little closer that night. He lets himself trace the contour of Katsuki’s collarbone over his soft t-shirt, and Katsuki runs his fingers through Izuku’s curls.

So this is their life for a while. They act relatively normal throughout the day, if you can call their usual dynamic “normal,” that is. A little more than rivals. A little more than friends. Sitting at different lunch tables. Always next to each other in class. Throwing one-liners back and forth all day, but rarely having lengthy conversations. Sharing a kiss and a bed every night.

Okay I gotta stop or I’m gonna write a whole fic lmao

#bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #decchan #katsudeku #bkdk ficlet #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #spoilers

[kewltie]

katsuki mind link with some random civilian thru a quirk accident. the person is just a normal dude and have a casual understanding of dynamight & deku as rivals who get into argument midfight so when he hears all katsuki thought is DEKUDEKUDEKU hes like bro, this is embarrassing.

their mind link only lasts like 2-3 days so it's temp and go away on its own but katsuki hates it bc he has never feel more seen and exposed like this when the guy side eyes him bc izuku smiles at him and katsuki running thought are CUTECUTECUTE and I WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM TO DEATH. the guy did not willingly SIGN UP for a vip seat in bkdk's love theater, so he gets to witness katsuki's bumbling and weird mating ritual where he yells at izuku for getting hurt again, but his mind is running a tally of every cut and bruises and how if only he got there faster.

it is so embarrassing how much katsuki clearly loves izuku that the guy feels bad for him bc katsuki refuses to speak of it but his head is full of dekus 24/7 PLS. after their mind link is broken, he's like dude, deku likes you too and i dont need to read his mind know that either.

i just think it's funny if some random person, who has no emotional investment and has surface lvl of understanding of bkdk dynamic, got stuck in katsuki's head for like 3 days and suddenly is like omfg these two are so dumb and in love, saved us all and get together already omfg.

#bakudeku #not!ficlet

[bkdk-and-extras]

...AU where bkdk become roommates, strangers to Daily Inconveniences to "youre not so bad... but dont you fucking Ever eat my katsudon again" and finally friends. but make izuku a theater kid/dramatic nerdy soul and katsuki a jock/punk/band kid or whatever.

Eventually they get comfy enough with each other for izuku to tease him ✨️ waxing poetic Shakespeare ✨️ style over one of katsuki's woes while izuku himself spins in his dorky desk chair. Just as izuku makes the third spin to catch another a blurry glance, Katsuki slams his palms down on the chair arms, barks out an affectionate "fuck you" and flicks his forehead. It doesnt deter the little shit in the slightest

This becomes a bit between them and eventually katsuki gets in on it too. Its contagious, sue him... but somehow those eyes are far too fond and words a little too sincere as they play out a tragic love story to make their friends giggle, and well. If he kisses the nerd's hand, its all apart of the act, right?

#this invaded my soul until i exorcised it for your viewing pleasure #listen i just like them both to be silly. i cant write anything but silly boys for the life of me its my job #anyway. happy bkdk hand kissing day #nex's nonsense #fic drabble #bkdk ficlet #ficlet #bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #dekubaku #i forgot what else i tag these with uuuhhhhhh #bkdk au #shakespeare speak as a form flirting #bnha #mha #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #mutual nerdy pining my beloved #nex writes #foreplay by any other name au

[marimeeko]

After the war, and after the recovery effort in Japan is started, Katsuki's family decides to take him away to recover. Maybe to some family who lives in another part of the country, somewhere quiet.

He is reluctant, especially when he and Izuku have kind of established some sort of talk about what had happened the past year, what they were feeling, about the war, and about each other... and part of their healing was done with them being inseparable.

Things are starting to go really well between them, and a lot of the air is even more cleared. They're kind of on the same page about some very strong feelings being mutual, but they haven't committed to doing anything about them, or making something official.

They just are now aware just how much they mean to each other. Even if they don't know what to call it.

So Katsuki is kind of annoyed to be taken away from that at this juncture. There's a lot of rebuilding to be done with UA as well and he kind of wants to be part of that. His parents promise that he can take part, but they want him to have at least a couple of weeks kind of removed from the whole area, the campus(where he was literally killed) away from hero work, to refresh and focus entirely on healing himself.

He obliges because he doesn't have the energy to fight his parents on it, let alone participate in the rebuilding efforts just yet as his body readjusts...but he is MOST bothered by the idea of leaving Izuku.

Izuku, at the same time, is asked by a sympathetic Inko, to stay home in Mustafu while his father is finally allowed to return home for a reunion with his wife and kid. He is disappointed that he can't at least take leave with Katsuki to make it easier for him.

So, they compromise by getting themselves connected by FaceTime/Zoom like programs, and they talk every night, and text everyday. They will drop everything to take a quick call from the other and they will use their nightly video chats to talk about everything that they have done in the day, though Katsuki is loudly frustrated that he is "doing nothing out in the middle of nowhere" but Izuku gently laughing, telling him that that's exactly what he is supposed to be doing and it's OK. But then a sad smile and a "I wish I could be out there with you..."

Katsuki staring at him deeply thru the monitor, and softly asking "What about your old man? Everything good?"

Countless times, they will just fall asleep together with their laptops next to them, still on call, wrapped in their blankets.

Their parents turned the computers off for them in the night ONCE but after the boys having horrible nightmares and waking up to a blank screen, they learned to just leave the boys to it. Their energy bill is a small price to pay for their boys having less anxiety attacks from not sensing the other on the other side of the line.

Unbeknownst to the boys, Inko and Mitsuki talk too, about how their kids are doing. And start talking about perhaps taking BOTH families on a combined vacation at some point in the coming months. They'll plan that as things pan out and as UAs continued curriculum schedule for 1-a becomes more concrete.

Once the few weeks away are finished, and Katsuki admittedly feels, physically, a lot better, Katsuki tells Izuku the second he is 5 minutes from the Bakugou home. Izuku drops what he is doing, barely says a rushed, blurred sentence to his parents as he gets out the door, and races across the neighborhood to Katsukis house to be there precisely when the Bakugous pull up to their home.

Katsuki gets out of the back of the car and immediately catches Izuku as he careenes into him. Scoffs and calls him a big, overly affectionate nerd even as he returns the embrace with a look that anyone else would describe as contradictory; prickly, angry and annoyed.

But it's distinctly "kacchan" and Izuku can pull back and see the furious shade of pink on his cheeks, and his eyes cast defiantly away, both lovely and crimson, the right one healed and only the skin of his cheek still marred with soft scarring.

"Welcome home, Kacchan!" He cheerfully laughs, and Katsuki playfully pushes his freckled face away, but smiles the most real smile he has in weeks.

#bakudeku #bkdk #bnha spoilers #brainrot #thought of this cute thing #ficlet #fic idea #i think this would be a cute little thing to do at the tail end of the story #healing arc when #decchan #deep deep down katsuki admits that he wants that family time too

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Trick or treat!

Watching Izuku tug at the hood of his limited edition Golden Age All Might hoodie with his too big black gloves making his fingers clumsier than usual, shifting and reshifting the fabric to stop it covering his eyes or set the antenna at the right angle so they didn’t flop over too badly to one side, and listening to him stammer, backtrack, and lapse into mumbling at times as he tried to answer even the most straightforward and innocuous of media questions (“And what is your costume?”) asked of every hero whose attention could be nabbed on their way into the Put Your Hands Up and SCREAM Happy Haunted Hero Halloween Bash, it was difficult to see why villains found Deku so intimidating. At least the way he kept biting the already chapped spot on his lip and worrying the skin like nervous habit was covered by the black medical mask he wore.

 The Happy Haunted Hero Halloween Bash was part exclusive party of the year, part place where regrets and tomorrow’s tabloid headlines were soon to be born if you didn’t fly or get a car out of there in time, part televised entertainment special and charity drive where top heroes would be spinning the wheel to perform tricks for or hand out treats to top donors to the cause of the year early on in the night before the cameras turned of and the real party started, but all hosted by Present Mic. And it was Izuku’s first year. He wanted to make an impression. Hopefully a good one. Perhaps, playing it safe and going as Iron Might or a ghost (Nice, normal, innocuous classic ghost) like he almost had could have served that purpose better, looked good enough in pictures but proved unremarkable enough that the focus would be on Izuku himself–though, maybe that would have just been more pressure to constantly watch what he was saying and make sure he was funny and charming enough when he still rarely felt like either. 

“Why The Crawler? You are aware he’s regarded by some as a criminal menace. Do you think it’s appropriate for a top fifteen hero to be dressed as a former vigilante?”

Hmm. The questions were getting more complicated though. 

Izuku tried to keep his chin up and tone upbeat but not flippant. Shoulders back to project confidence. No more playing with his hoodie. It was easier said than done.  “My feelings about vigilantism have changed a lot over the years, especially since…” One sentence in and he already found himself stopping himself short. “ Well, you may have seen some of the pictures and video of my own stint as an unauthorized hero before the war…though on the other hand I suppose that wasn’t quite the same since I at least had my provisional license and I was in close contact with the pro-heroes…” He took a deep breath to counsel himself to keep his answer more focused. “But that’s beside the point. I know public sentiment towards The Crawler and other vigilantes is still mixed even now, and the law’s side is even more complicated, but…he fought to protect those that couldn’t fight themselves and protected those who nobody else was protecting and that makes him a hero in my book. Plus, it’s just a fun costume and not too overdone. I hope you’ll give me some grace here…and my partner too, as he’s dressed as an even more controversial figure.”

Izuku punctuated his last words by wrapping an arm around his boyfriend and hero partner–an arm that quickly dropped lower from shoulder to back to possessive fingers wrapped around a hip as if Izuku’s hand was magnetized, finding Kacchan’s small waist exposed and emphasized more than usual in the skin tight black leotard too much of a temptation (which it was, and Kacchan should have been grateful that was the only temptation that Izuku was willing to give into in front of the press, when the explosive hero’s sullenly crossed arms pushed his pecs enough together to make the heart shaped cutout on his chest more risque than it had ever been on the original costume of the vigilante Dynamight was emulating. 

“I’ll never forgive you, nerd.” Kacchan growled under his breath as more pictures were snapped of the two of them. The pink pigtails on his Pop Step wig were already starting to droop. 

“Yes, you will.” Izuku hummed back, cheerfulness already returning. He gave the press line a wave that signaled that they were moving on and angled carefully as he turned to walk away, arm still around Kacchan’s waist, trying to cover as much of the camera line of sight with his own body as he could as the two of them retreated. He had thought a lot about what the Pop Step costume would look like from the back (And so had Kacchan. That was how Izuku convinced him of the couple’s costume. They would spar with the stakes being that whoever was pinned first for over three seconds would be Pop Step and whoever pinned them would be The Crawler. Kacchan was really confident in his own abilities. Izuku loved that about him. Confidence just wasn’t always enough though when Izuku was motivated too). He hadn’t thought through other people seeing the costume from the back though, and photographing Kacchan from the back…or how he might, and certainly would, need to worry about that even after the press cameras and live streamed parts of the evening were over. 

Pop Step was going to have to be an in-apartment only costume going forward.

Izuku still didn’t regret it though.

“Kacchan, you look so…” He sighed dreamily and didn’t even try to finish his sentence or control his blush.

“I swear, if you call me cute, I’ll blow your face off.”

“No. Bouncy,” Izuku giggled as they walked into the venue and fully left the media behind, at least for the moment, deciding to finish the thought after all. Danger sense stayed dormant, even after a wisp of blackwhip shot out to ruffle the back of Kacchan’s skirt, only to dissipate the moment after when Kacchan snarled and whirled around to try and fight the semi-tangible. 

“I’ll kill you,” Kacchan continued to threaten him, no bite in it this time.

“I’ll give you my hoodie so you don’t get cold,” Izuku offered.

The fire in Katsuki’s eyes intensified instead of dying down to the smolder Izuku expected. “I’m not wussing out. A deal is a deal. No complaining. No covering up. The full Pop Step experience. Let’s get some drinks and I’ll start singing and shit too.” He balled his fists in determination.

Izuku was going to argue that there was no weakness in taking the hoodie–especially when he was pretty sure he just saw Hawks’ wings flare from across the room (They were dyed white tonight and Hawks was wearing a halo and a haphazardly draped toga, which was cute when taken together with the devil horns Endeavor was wearing, but Izuku, uncharitably, didn’t think Hawks was reacting to anything Endeavor had said) but his attention was diverted by Shoto waving both arms at them to flag Izuku and Katsuki down. Not that Shoto was easy to recognize in a long black wig, a short white dress and blazer, and a visor that covered his eyes. Izuku almost didn’t recognize the costume, much less the man, but once he figured out one, the other was a certainty. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Icy Hot?” Kacchan sighed exasperatedly.

“Makoto Tsukauchi. Don’t tell me you already have one for the group costume.”  Shoto was a shade too earnest to be pulling a Halloween trick–though Izuku and Katsuki were two of the only people alive who could read the shades of difference in his ever placid delivery.

Izuku neither had the heart to tell his friend that Pop Step and The Crawler were supposed to be a couple costume or to regret telling Shoto his plans in the first place. Group costumes would be fun. He did feel a bit out of place now being the only one without a skirt though.

“Why not Knuckleduster? He was a Naruhata vigilante.” Izuku pointed out. 

“You know why, nerd.” Kacchan didn’t elaborate further.

Any uncomfortable moment was put off by their old homeroom teacher, Aizawa, being the next to greet them. He looked the three of them up and down, narrowed his eyes particularly at Izuku, huffed a simple yet puzzling, “No,” and then walked away.

“Sensei?” Izuku called after him.

“I need a drink if the problem kids are combining.”

Since we are already under click to read more for length conditions, here are some visual aids for those who haven't read Vigilantes.

Crawler

Pop Step my beloved

Makoto

#bakudeku #ficlet #mha #mha vigilantes #trick or treat ficlets

[dinodeku]

picture this.

bkdk childhood friends to lovers, they stayed friends throughout middle school and ended up dating in their last year. but they dont tell anyone in UA so they all think they're rivals since they bicker like old married couples.

but one day:

todoroki was walking through the halls, he was just at the support department talking with hatsume as she was adjusting his hero costume to help regulate his temperature more. but now he was on his way back to aizawas class to pick up his stuff, he was expecting to see an empty classroom, since school ended almost an hour ago. so you can imagine his surprise when he saw bakugou and midoriya in there together. his first thought was to barge in and separate the two since nothing good happens when they're together, but luckily he hesitated. he looked in through the small window on the side of the classroom and saw midoriya sitting on his desk (something iida would have Definitely have scolded him for), and bakugou in standing between his legs. and they were kissing. KISSING. /the/ bakugou and deku kissing. the wonder duo who whenever they're paired together always make a riot.

he knew something was off between them, obviously he did. shouto knew everything. he has a board in his room with all the relations everyone have with each other (no it is Not a murder board, hanta). he assumed they were long lost brothers. not that they were dating. oh minas going to have a field day with this.

although no one believes him. as mina said "its like the boy who cried wolf." after hid many theories being wrong. everyone thinks hes crazy.

fuck bakugou and deku

#bakudeku #my hero academia #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #mha #deku #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #todoroki shōto #shouto todoroki #todoroki and his conspiracy theories #ficlet #drabble

[on-a-crescendo]

Little Firecracker

A Bakugou Katsuki-centred MHA fanfic ficlet based on @creativepromptsforwriting 's "Prompt #1: Write about a family wedding where you are the only single - besides a ten-year-old."

@creativepromptfills - would love a reblog 😁

[I am On_A_Crescendo on Ao3 as well!]

"Oh come on Katsuki, it won't be as bad as you think." Mitsuki had wrangled her son into a suit and was now lassoing a tie around him. All of his energy was going into resisting the process.

"Everyone always asks me where my date is at these things! I'm tired of being interrogated!"

"Your cousin will be disappointed if you don't show up to her wedding; you two used to be inseparable when you were little! The only thing that got in the way of that was when they moved to America." The tie situation had not gotten any better. "I give up! Masaru!"

Katsuki's father entered the room as a frustrated Mitsuki exited. He sighed. "Please Katsuki, it's only a day. We can get the wedding over with and maybe you'll enjoy the reception. The venue isn't far from here either."

Katsuki allowed Masaru to complete the process of tying his tie. "Fine. If anyone asks where my date is though, so help me...I also don't understand why there's dancing? Am I seriously going to be expected to dance?!"

"The groom is American, it's what they do there. And no - you don't have to dance if you don't want to. Might make for a boring night though."

Katsuki scoffed as he followed his father out to the car.

---

"Katsuki!" His cousin, adorned in her wedding gown, crushed him in a massive hug. "You look so good, all grown up and handsome! Who would've ever thought given how much of a miserable gremlin you are!" She laughed as she punched his shoulder. "So, no lucky date here with you? What a shame!"

Katsuki fumed. "No, I didn't bring anyone..." he said through clenched teeth.

"Their loss! Have fun dancing; I expect to see you out there on the floor soon!" She floated off to socialize with other family and friends.

Katsuki walked over to a table and kicked a chair out so that he could sit down. A small, blonde girl approached him.

"What's your problem?" she asked.

"Huh?" Katsuki glared at her. He had no idea who she was, but he figured she belonged to some relative he hardly knew.

"Why are you so angry?" she inquired.

"Can you just...leave me alone alright? I don't need some kid asking me questions just like the adults do."

"Are you angry because you don't have a dancing partner?"

"No!"

She shrugged. "Then why are you pissed off?"

"Should you really be using words like that? How old are you, seven?"

She stomped down on his foot and he let out a pained yelp. "NO! I'm ten! And you're one to talk, I've heard about you from father, Katsuki. You're not exactly an angel yourself!"

The girl had pointed toward her father and Katsuki realized it was one of his cousins whom he had not seen since he was very young.

"Dance with me," she said adamantly. "I don't have a date either, but I want to dance with someone!"

"What? Absolutely not!"

She raised her eyebrows and looked down at Katsuki's uninjured foot as if to say 'and I'll do it again if you don't do as I say!'

Katsuki groaned as he stood up. She grabbed his hand and pulled him so eagerly to the dancefloor that he almost fell over. As they danced to various uptempo songs, Katsuki actually found himself having more and more fun bit by bit. They chatted as they danced, and the more he learned about Akane the more she reminded him of himself.

They sat at a table after a long session of dancing, and Akane informed Katsuki that she was thirsty and that he should get them some sort of a drink. Katsuki stopped scrolling on his phone and set it down as he rose to do as he had been told. The consequences of doing otherwise would only be painful.

After he returned, they finished their sodas quickly as Akane coaxed Katsuki onto the dancefloor for another round of dancing. A slow ballad came on and Akane hopped onto Katsuki's feet with absolutely no hesitation.

"There's a boy you like from school isn't there?" she asked bluntly.

Katsuki looked around in a panic, hoping that no one overheard. He shushed her as he scowled. "Why the hell do you say that?"

She smirked. "I went through your phone while you got our drinks! You should really put a lock on that thing before just leaving it wherever. Rookie move! You'd think that's something they would teach you at hero school! Anyway, I saw what you had been texting about with whoever 'Shitty Hair' is on your contact list. You have a crush on a boy named Deku! You even have Deku's number saved in your phone too!" She giggled, clearly pleased with herself. "I feel like a secret agent!"

Katsuki was quiet for a moment. He finally decided how he wanted to reply. "So what if I like him? It doesn't matter, there's no way he likes me back. I've been a complete shithead to him."

"You're a shithead to everyone!" Akane replied, almost in hysterics from laughing so hard. "Well, I'm really happy that I'm right about how much you like him!"

Katsuki looked down at her in confusion as she hopped off of his feet and seemed to be looking behind him.

"May I cut in?" The voice made Katsuki's eyes go wide. He turned around slowly to find Izuku in a suit, hand outstretched and smiling.

"Oh thank God, please do - I'm sick of him, Deku! I'm really happy that you got that text I sent telling you to come! You made it here in time to rescue me!" Akane tossed her arms above her head melodramatically as she ran over to hug Auntie Mitsuki who was looking on in bewilderment. Mitsuki slapped Masaru's shoulder with the back of her hand to get his attention and pointed over toward the boys. They both smiled, pleased that their son ended up having a great evening after all.

"Akane is quite the firecracker, huh?" Izuku asked as he and Katsuki continued to slow dance. "She reminds me of a certain someone."

"I can't believe you actually came...Izuku."

"Of course I did - all you ever had to do was ask."

The next song was uptempo, and Izuku ran over to grab Akane's hand. He brought her out onto the dancefloor.

"Look, I ended up with a date after all!" she shouted at Katsuki and stuck out her tongue.

"Oh no, you don't!" Katsuki laughed as he grabbed one of Izuku's hands and one of Akane's. The three of them spun and danced until Akane was told she had to leave.

"I love you Katsuki!" She hugged him so tightly around the middle that he could hardly breathe. "Please don't wait to see me again until you and Izu get married, okay?!"

She skipped off leaving Katsuki blushing. "I love you too Akane," he said to himself quietly. Izuku grabbed his hand as the two of them waved goodbye to her.

Another ballad came on.

"Can I have this dance then? I'll ask you myself this time." Katsuki squeezed Izuku's hand.

Izuku grinned. "Always."

#bkdk #bkdk fluff #bkdk fanfic #bkdk fanfiction #bkdk fic #mha fanfiction #bkdk ficlet #ficlet #mha ficlet #bakudeku #katsudeku #on a crescendo ao3 #fanfic #my hero academia fanfiction #creative writing prompt #creative prompts for writing #on a crescendo fanfic

[parker-writes-things]

hey!! new pinned bc my old one wouldn’t let me edit for some reason

but hiya i’m parker!! i write for many different fandoms, including sanders sides, percy jackson, south park, mha, it 2017/2019, fnaf, pokémon, adventure time, and probably more which i’ll add as i remember :)

(note regarding sanders sides: while i used to be deep into the fandom, i'm not very into it anymore because of personal reasons. i might write for it occasionally, but i'm less likely to take requests for it.)

requests always open, just beware that i don’t always finish things, and i might not have enough motivation to do your request </3 writing is mostly just a pastime for me, and i don’t like pressure being put on me for something that’s just a hobby

my ao3!! (note that only users with accounts can view them because fuck AI <3)

ships in bold are the ones i’m best at or prefer doing; i won’t do anything that’s prosh*p because it makes me uncomfortable to write

sanders sides: i will write any ship platonically!! my only exceptions to romantic relationships are r//mr//m, moceit, royality, intruality, analogical, patton/remy, remus/remy, patmile, romile, lomile, janus/emile, remus/emile and maybe a few others that i’ll add as i remember (again). preferences toward prinxiety, logicality, demus and remile

percy jackson: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write pernico, solangelo, valdangelo, stollace, and possibly a few more

south park: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write style, creek, bunny, tyde, gregstophe, fike, and maybe more

mha: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write tododeku, kiribaku, shinkami, dabihawks, natshig, tamirio, tokoyami/shouji, tokoyami/satou and probably more - may write bakudeku, seroroki or momojirou but only if i feel like it/have ideas for it

it 2017: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write reddie, stenbrough, benverly, billverly, and possibly stozier if i feel like it

fnaf: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll only write the glamrock animatronics + sun/moon and djmm

pokemon: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll only write red/blue, gold/silver and ash/gary, i’m not back into the fandom enough to do other ships asklsdkskd

adventure time: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write finn/flame princess or fionna/flame prince and bubbline or gumlee, maybe some side jake/rainicorn or cake/monochromicorn. high preference on gumlee bc i’m a gay guy and it’s more comfortable to me :)

there are probably some i’m missing that i’ll add as i go!! but this is all for now :) will add links to previous stories soon

tags:

for non-writing posts: #parker rambles

for my writing: #parker writes

i don’t tag reblogs just bc i’ve reblogged a lot of things, but if you need any triggers tagged lmk!!!

taglist so far: @psychedelicships (i think that’s who asked to be on the taglist???)

things i’ve written under the cut

“100 bad days” ficlet (sanders sides, patton angst)

“they’ll talk about us” (sanders sides, intrulogical/implied intruloceit)

“it looked alright in the pictures” (sanders sides, prinxiety)

“it’s like i want to be alone, but i want to be touched” (mha, kiribaku)

“please never fall in love again” (south park, style)

“ending.” (south park, bunny)

history of wrong guys (south park, creek)

stage directions (sanders sides, prinxiety)

#pinned #parker writes #rambles #sanders sides #pjo #percy jackson #south park #mha #it 2017 #it 2019 #fnaf #pokemon #adventure time #writblr #writeblr #writerblr #masterpost

[petri808]

random prompt alert!!! (bcs I can't with what's happening on MHA)

A modern bakudeku au where deku wakes up from a nightmare (based on most recent chapter🥲) and immediately calls and gets comforted by bakugo, who was on an out of town trip with friends, just to be sure it was a dream.

Oof, dream scene 😶 I’ll do my best! Here you go Nony 😊

Hurry. The 2nd’s ominous message rang in my head over and over. The vestige world. ‘Izuku…’ I look around in this limbo between life and death, ‘Kacchan?’ Why can I hear his voice?! As I walk towards a shadowed figure on the ground, my skin crawls and a shiver befalls my body. With every step a sense of foreboding raises the hair on my arms and drives my pulse racing. I don’t want to look. ‘Will I still reach you?’ A hand reaches up through the fog. ‘Kacchan?! I’m here!’ I rush over. ‘How are you in here?!’ I take his hand. Bright light consumes me in a flash. Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no— to reveal the broken body of my best friend laying at my feet, with blood oozing down the burned part of his face, and a gaping hole in his chest— my knees give way to a murky, shifting ground already consuming the body. This is my fault! I’m too late! I pull with all my might. ‘KACCHAN!!!’

“AAAAN!!!” Awakened in a start, I sit up covered in sweat and green lightning ready to do battle— for a battle long since over. I grab for my heaving chest because my heart feels ready to explode.

03:00

Not this again— alone in our darkened bedroom, I cradle my face in my hands. Even after a decade, the nightmares continue— the same one. Every. Damn. Time. As a result of internalized shame in blaming myself for my husband’s… near death experience. I shiver again and shake away the image. With a lot of therapy and support from my husband they’ve grown infrequent, but often come out of nowhere to strangle my sleep and leave me pinned with fear. And this is one of the worst in a long time, evidenced by the singe marks all over the sheets.

Deep… breaths… deep… breaths… it’s not real… it was real… Shut Up! Ugh, my heart won’t relax! Sighing, I reach over to the night stand for my phone to call my husband who’s out of town with friends. I pause before hitting dial, there’s no way he’s awake, but I need to hear his voice or I’ll never go back to sleep. I hang my head in shame and hit the button.

“Hello? Izuku? What are you doing still up?” my husband’s gruff voice questions with concern. He knows I’d only call in an emergency. “Was it another nightmare?”

Tears well up in my eyes as I nod my head. “Yes, Kacchan. I’m sorry to bother you…”

“It’s okay, Izu,” he stops me from apologizing, and I can hear the sound of a lamp cord being pulled on. “I’m here baby. I’m here,” he coos.

A strangled sob chokes back in my throat. “Will you…” I sniffle, questioning sheepishly, “stay on the phone with me till I fall asleep again?”

“Of course,” his voice his gentle, yet firm, knowing exactly how to calm me down. “Where’s my pillow? Lay back down and snuggle with my pillow babe.”

“Okay,” I pull his pillow to my side and lay back down, snuggling to it, “Kacchan.”

“Tell me, how was your day Izu, anything I miss?”

“Mmm, not really. Shouto and I were sent to a report of a villain called the Flasher using their quirk to rob people.”

“Just riff-raff? Nothing you couldn’t handle, I’m sure.”

That made me smile. “Yeah,” I chuckle, “but he was really weird. When he took off his head mask, his bright skin temporarily blinded people long enough for him to rob them. Oh, and he wore a full body latex suit that made him look like a bad porn movie actor.”

“That is really weird,” he laughs. “And dumb. What an idiot to walk around lookin like a giant ass condom.”

I laugh hard too as the nightmare slowly fades away, and his voice brings my heart rate back down. Katsuki could always make me feel better. We stay on the phone for several minutes, me telling my husband about work, him about his trip so far. He, and our old classmates Eijiro and Denki decided to catch up by going onsen-hopping and entering a quirkless skiing contest up in Ashikawa, Hokkaido to test themselves. They’ll be gone for a week and it was only day two.

“So, Denki got busted trying to slip into the women’s side? He sure hasn’t changed.” I yawn out loud midway through a chuckle. “I’m glad you’re having fun Kacchan.”

“Pikachu got us kicked us out of the onsen, so we had to find another. Oh, did a package come? My mom said she sent something in the mail.”

Several seconds of silence.

“Izu?” Katsuki tries one more time, but Izuku has finally passed out. He smiles, thankful his husband could fall asleep. “Good night, baby,” he makes a kissing sound into the phone before hanging up.

Katsuki hasn’t forgotten that day either, but he understands how it could cause his husband nightmares. If their roles had been reversed, he’s sure he’d be having nightmares too. He places his phone back on the nightstand and turns off the bedside lamp. This is the longest they’ve been apart since that day and it must’ve triggered Izuku’s anxiety. “I’ll make sure to call him before bed times,” he remarks to himself with a yawn.

Don’t worry…. Katsuki closes his eyes and settles back in bed contentedly. I’m still here, Izuku… I’ll always be with you.

#bakudeku #bkdk #bnha spoilers #bkdk angst #angst with happy ending #bnha 362 #bnha #decchan #bakudeku fanfiction #katsuizu #bakudeku ficlet #fic request

[red-sneakers]

Izuku’s spent the majority of his life staring at Katsuki’s back, but more specifically, the back of his neck in class.

Katsuki’s hair comes to a little triangular point at his nape. His neck is strong but slender, and his pale skin looks incredibly soft. He flushes easily, and the back of his neck is the first place to burn cherry pink in the sun.

Before Izuku fully understands his own feelings, his daydreams flood with the idea of pressing his nose under the hinge of Katsuki’s sharp jawline (and how good he’d probably smell there), and then kissing, biting, tasting his way down to where his neck meets his shoulder.

Now, Izuku leans forward in his desk chair, chin in his palms, smug and awestruck in equal amounts. Today, he doesn’t worry about getting caught staring, because this time’s different. This time, for the first time, pretty pink and purple blooms mark the side of his Kacchan’s neck.

#bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #decchan #katsudeku #kacchan #ficlet

[kewltie]

on the day of bkdk's graduation, katsuki confesses and as izuku stumbles over a reply, he rolls his eyes and says dont bother, he'll wait. it was such a strange, whimsy thing that izuku half-believes it was a dream because katsuki never brought it up and didnt pursue a relationship either.

izuku continues to gain momentum and dives further into his career, cementing his place in history as the no.1 hero and inheriting all might's legacy and all the way katsuki, always, ALWAYS been at his side. rival, partner, and even tentatively friends, but nothing more and nothing less. so izuku doesnt think too much about how katsuki had confessed all those years back when they were young and izuku couldnt give him a proper answer. what if maybe katsuki did loved him back then but now he'd grown out of it. it's fine!! it's completely normal to fall out of love yet sometimes - just sometimes - he wonders if he had given katsuki a chance, how and where would they be now? it's just something to think about, but he doesnt like to dwell on the could haves. katsuki has long moved on.

when izuku finally settles into his career, no longer feeling the weight of his duty, he's 35 and single and katsuki, who is also v much single, levels him a look: "so you're ready to date me now, nerd?"

Oh, he thinks, heart fluttering with realization. katsuki had never stopped. he waited for izuku all this time.

#bakudeku #not!ficlet

[marimeeko]

So the premise I imagine around the doodles I posted last night(or particularly the one of Kacchan grabbing Izuku)

Katsuki gets revived, but is forced to stay down. And as he breathes and restores energy and oxygen to his system after Edgseshots surgery and Internal CPR, he feels the rumbles of UA shaking. He knows it's not over yet. He knows Izuku is there now, knows he is fighting, even if he still is being blocked from seeing.

Clarity comes to him as those around him keep looking over their shoulders and curse in hushed voices. Katsuki can tell though, something is wrong.

Not only has Togas clones overwhelmed Monoma and Aizawa, but the whispers insinuate that Izuku himself is losing ground, and is reaching exhaustion.

With more resolve than ever, Katsuki pushes himself into a position to see.

Izuku is breaking down, his 5 minutes up. His body seems to be locked up. Katsuki doesn't quite understand why, but he can see Izukus pained gasps for breath, hear murmuring from Best Jeanist and Mirio of

"He can't breathe..." "Does he... should we intervene?" "Is it part of OFA?"

Katsukis stomach sinks because he sees Shigaraki next, still not defeated, about to take advantage of the sudden break.

Before Jeanist can finish shouting for them to get to Izuku, Katsuki erupts. Through the pain of shattered limbs and broken pride, he tears forward to get to them. The exhausted, emotionally broken Izuku unmoving except for some weak tendrils of BW doesn't, can't move to get out of the way of Shigaraki in time, and even though he internally shouts at himself to move, do something...

A hand grips into the back of his suit and a body careens into him, they go flying, with the added propulsion of Katsuki aiming all he's got towards Shigaraki.

Being half broken as he is, the rescue is clumsy, and they land and tumble across the grass and rubble. Katsuki cringes from the pain and doubles over around Izuku, who realizes his rescuer with wide, tear brimmed eyes.

"K-kacch...an??"

He is still fighting the consequences of the seconds Quirk, having trouble drawing breath. Katsuki sits them both up. He notices that Jeanist, Miruko and Mirio have rushed Shigaraki to run distraction, Nagant is still shooting from far away. So he grips Izuku tightly and tells him

"Just focus on breathing, you damn nerd!"

Izuku can't take his eyes off of Katsukis,

"Kacchan....you....you were..."

Katsuki nods "Yeah. I was."

"I'm sorry--I--" Izuku hiccups, shoulders shaking now from overflowing emotions.

"Hey! Shut it and breathe!" Katsuki scolds. Though his voice is breaking as well. He brings their foreheads together, keeping Izukus gaze. "I want you to breathe with me, dammit."

Izuku still feels reluctant in his grasp, he can tell that Izuku is trying to scope out the others and their fight with Shigaraki "Let them handle it, you just need a fucking second. Izuku. Breathe. With me."

Izuku finally melts and tries, drawing in a quivering breath with Katsuki. And then out. In, and out. As Izuku's breath turns from frantic and desperate to level and deep, with the exception of a few hiccups or quivers, Katsuki hooks his arm around Izuku, drawing him to his chest.

Izuku buries his face into Katsukis shoulder and clutches the back of his uniform.

Within moments, Izuku flares with energy and stronger arms of Black Whip surrounding him. The wind whirls around them, and Izuku pulls away. His eyes meet with Katsukis again, glowing a fierce, blinding green. For a moment, he swears that Katsukis eyes are full of awe, and something he can't quite put a name to.

"It's time to end this."

Katsuki nods, and the two get to their feet, hand in hand.

#bakudeku #brainrot #ficlet #bnha spoilers #to pair with my doodles from last night #obvs not sure how this thing with Gearshift is gonna go with Izuku #not sure it can be handled like a panic attack or if he can just breathe it out #but i guess we will find out hoe that pans out soon #anyway i am just on a wishful thinking tangent #i want them to have just a damn moment #awake Kacchan WHEN #anyway this is clearly self indulgent dont mind me #i dont know if i think izuku can recover that easily #and part of me still wonders if he will (temporarily) die too #also i just watched TOH:ftf and so i may alsp have brainrot of Hunter saving and embracing Willow sooooo #i just realized how similar this ficlet is to that moment #the idea of katsuki telling him to breathe with him #was so appealing bc its also telling izuku that katsuki is alive #he is okay #so its comforting on a couple of levels #oof

[snowflake-of-destruction]

❝ some say love is a river, me i say things that make sense ❞

Foreplay by Any Other Name Read about it and lovingly harass @bkdk-and-extras into making a full fic of it. I am not going there, despite what your eyes may tell you. Not two cakes. No cakes. One cake if you appeal to bkdk-and-extras. Some cupcakes

“Some say love is a river…” Ochako prompted, expression carefully neutral. Izuku had accused her in the past of leading him to wrong answers before with a pinch of brows or a frown when he began to speak. He took these quizzes far too seriously.

He usually did at least. Today, he was distracted, agitated, muttering to himself (though that alone wasn't atypical behavior), and tapping his fingers restlessly against  the edge of the library table as he only seemed to half pay attention to the prompts Ochako threw out. "Some say love is a river. Me, I say things that make sense," Izuku sighed and tugged at his already disheveled curls. A few strands came free in his hands, and he gaped at them with a sort of betrayed disgust for a moment like he thought the hairs had jumped off his head themselves with malicious intent before flicking them to the floor, flipping the hood of his pullover up, and pulling the strings tight to forestall a repeat of that particular problem.  

"No," Ochako corrected him unnecessarily, voice mild and impulse toward sarcasm suppressed, though she raised an eyebrow in invitation for him to explain any time he felt like it why he was as jumpy as an addict entering detox. "The answer I was looking for was: Some say, love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Next question." She flipped through the flashcards to try and find something juicy.

Izuku kicked her ankle under the table, lightly enough that Ochako couldn't be sure whether it was a signal or an accident. "That's not even a song he would like. I don't think so at least."

"You told me to give you unexpected ones this week," Ochako explained patiently.  "Complete this verse," she pressed on in a monotone that even Shoto would have been proud of. "Tell me. Tell me what makes you think that you are invincible? I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure."

"Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable. Impossible." Izuku recited quickly, obviously impatient to finish. His leg was bouncing rapidly now, close to shaking the table. "Vulnerable by Secondhand Serenade. And that one was too easy. We already covered Secondhand Serenade pretty extensively. Can we switch to inorganic chemistry flashcards now?"

"God, yes," Ochako breathed, relief palpable and life flooding back into her face as she practically dove for her backpack to swap out flashcard sets before Izuku changed his mind, praying that there wasn't some tattooed and pierced group of gravel-voiced newcomers called Inorganic Chemistry that Bakugo had dragged Izuku to see at a seedy bar over the weekend, and her friend--who she loved dearly and wasn't at all losing patience with--truly did want to study something that had actual bearing on their futures ("But Ochako, Kacchan is my future!" She could hear the whine in her head) or at least the end of their semester. They only had the private study room reserved for another twenty minutes. and there was a blacklight party going on in the main floor of the library thanks to the newest evening interns, Mina Ashido and Denki Kaminari, selling the librarian on the idea that, to the new generation, a little noise and chaos enhanced the ability to focus, so alternating quiet hours during the day with Wild Library Nights would only bring in more patrons. 

"Do you think I should just ask him out?" Izuku threw his weight back in his seat with enough force that his chair rocked up onto two legs, and stared at the ceiling like it would answer him instead of Ochako. "Would that be easier?"

Or would it just make things too awkward if Kacchan rejected him? Would he have to move out? Was it possible to get an emergency room swap in the middle of a semester on grounds of terminal awkwardness? The only person he knew of that was able to switch roommates without a waiting period had been stabbed with a fork. Could he ask how Monoma had gotten Hitoshi to stab him? Knowing Monoma, he had just unapologetically been himself. Wait. Sexual harassment. Kacchan could say he was experiencing sexual harassment and they could probably get new roommates. But did Izuku want that on his record? 

"Oh honey," Ochako paused her rummaging to shoot him a pitying look. "You're way past easy now."

Izuku sighed heavily and brought his chair back down to four legs with a bang. "And some days it don't come easy. And some days it don't come hard. I'd Do Anything for Love. Meatloaf."

#izuku midoriya #ochako uraraka #bakudeku #foreplay by any other name au #ficlets #college au

[seraymerichateblog]

no carol you’re not oppressed by the “ableist” anti half your age that said your bakudeku omegaverse age regression ficlet was st*pid

[bkdkkinktober]

Siren of the Night

Little fun ficlets for you to enjoy

Part 1

Izuku woke up with a start, hand clutching over the heart racing frantically in his chest to the darkness of a witch's hour. The sheen of sweat coating his body glistened in the moonlight flowing over his bed, and his breathing still raggedly trying to find normalcy in the pungent scent of sex still lingering in the air. But how if this was just a dream? A dream perhaps, yet the strongest since they’d started two weeks ago. The sticky dampness between his thighs indicating anything but fiction.

A slight breeze through the window sent shivers along Izuku’s body still sensitive to the touch… the touch— his touch… The red eyes and blonde shadow emblazoned behind his eyelids. Who was he? This thing, this person haunting his dreams and sending his body into realms of ecstasy night after night to leave him wanting and drained the next morning. He couldn’t wait to get back to bed after a long day of work, ready for more like a drug addict jonesing for their next hit.

“I want more…” Izuku whimpered into the silent room. Of strong hands dominating his toned frame, sharp nails… or were they claws? Regardless, the way they dug into his skin and controlled his hips forcing him to behave… Izuku reached into his boxers and began stroking his cock through this trip down memory lane. “Yes…” he whined, “more, I want more…” of heated bodies entwined, feeling so safe below that scarlet gaze, yet frozen by their stare— and the bites… he remembered the canines that sent his heart stuttering. Izuku paused mid-stroke to reach up to his nape. Yes, the tenderness was there again, but skin still unbroken.

To experience being filled and fucked by this gorgeous dream man. Damn, he’d do anything to make this real! Take him, mark him, a willing slave if it meant nights of endless bliss! “Please—” Izuku groaned. “Be real…”

~~ Mod @petri808

#bakudeku #bkdk #bkdkkinktober #bkdkkinktober21 #katsudeku #decchan #katsuki bakugou #ktdk #midoriya izuku #smut event #bakudeku smut #bakudeku Au #bakudeku ficlet #bakudeku Drabble