↷ SYNOPSIS: With what’s going on right now worldwide, it has been really hard on everyone, but your favorite BNHA characters are willing to help you out during quarantine!
CHARACTER PAIRINGS: Katsuki Bakugou, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinsou, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou, Ochako Uraraka & Eijirou Kirishima x reader
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I got a lot of requests for sick! fics, and that’s really not my specialty because I don’t get sick that often, but I know that there’s a lot of stress and anxiety about this whole quarantine period for people. inspired by @adoringwords’ comfort blurbs!
’Tis is the season to be… quarantined?
Social distancing breaks your heart, especially when you’re stuck in your room at home with nothing to do. It’s a struggle for students and employees alike to endure this pandemic, stress burdening you heavily. Not knowing the state of the people around you is something that clutches your heart deeply. Even if history is making the textbooks, you’re weary of all of this, not being able to see your friends and family. You hear the doorbell ring to your apartment and catch a flash of…
To be fair, Bakugou’s version of ringing the doorbell involves switching between knocking your door and ringing the doorbell again and again. It’s the kind of thing that always disturbs your neighbors, creating complaints surrounding your boyfriend, but you’ve gotten used to waving away concerns about him. You always know it’s him at the door whenever he does that, and you rise from your seat on the sofa, excited to know that he’s here. Swinging the door open, you notice a large amount of bags in his hand, indicating that he has gone to the supermarket.
“Midoriya told me that your mother had to fight you from coming here,” you comment, a teasing lilt to your voice. He snorts at the mention of his childhood friend. “What changed?”
“I snuck out,” Bakugou answers shamelessly with a smirk lining his lips, making you roll your eyes at his response. After taking off his shoes, he meets your gaze steadily as he sets down the bags. “I wanted to make sure that you were okay. Is it a crime for me to think about you?”
His voice cracks slightly, revealing his worry for you, as he sheds his outer shell just for you. A smile spreads across your face since you know that he doesn’t like making a big deal out of his emotions, even if it’s you. Tipping yourself onto your toes, your lips meet Bakugou’s, a sweet kiss meant to convey the feeling of missing him so much. Your fingers slide through his hair, tugging the strands slightly to draw a murmur of pleasure from his lips.
Much to his surprise, you end the kiss early, flicking your head to the group of bags next to the two of you. “What do you have there?”
“I could have shown you later,” he grumbles petulantly.
You settle down at the coffee table in your living room, curious about what he has brought you. Sifting through the bags, it’s clear that he cares for you by choosing different produce and meat along with some canned food. There’s even —
“A recipe book?” you ask, giving him an amused look. “I could always use the internet to search stuff up.”
“The internet has nothing on recipe books,” Bakugou warns you, snatching the thick book out of your hands. “People are panicking, so they’re going to stock up on bad food. I’m not going to let you live like that.”
“Okay,” you sing, but internally, you’re grateful for his help, knowing that you have the worst luck when it comes to being stuck in quarantine. “Katsuki, thank you so much… what is this?”
“Oh,” is all he simply says, not having an intelligent response to your question when you lift up a whole package of several rolls of toilet paper. “You did mention that you were running out of toilet paper… so I made a run to the convenience store to get a couple of packages; I didn’t buy out the store like the other idiots out there.”
You can’t control your laughter at the sheepish way the tips of his ears turn a rosy red, but internally, you’re just glad that your boyfriend is here with you during this time. Despite his rough tone, his words are just so him that it makes your heart ache for all the time you have lost to this quarantine when you could have spent it with friends and family, so you’re thankful that you have some memories of a blissful time during this period.
Your boyfriend peeks from the door, his eyes glittering with shyness. Warmth radiates from him, and you’re suddenly hit with the feeling of home when you see him. He holds two boxes of take-out in his arms, something that you have been longing for during this whole quarantine period. You would never think that you would miss those white styrofoam take-out containers that he carries.
“Tama-chan,” you breathe out, his name sounding like a blessing against your lips. “What are you doing here?”
“I got a permit to go out for my work-study,” he explains with a slight smile lining his mouth, “so I made a detour for you.”
Your heart immediately swells because of Amajiki’s kind heart and considerate nature. He has thought about you during these lonely times. You follow him to the dining room where he sets down the styrofoam take-out containers onto the table, not needing any guidance after knowing the insides of your apartment far too well. The slight snap of the box to open it reveals a part of the world outside your apartment that you’ve been longing for all along. Takoyaki hits your senses immediately with its mouthwatering aroma, and it entices you with the way that the sauce drips down the savory dish. Mayo and takoyaki sauce drip down with shredded seaweed clinging onto the takoyaki balls.
“I’ve missed this so much,” you murmur, the words falling out of your mouth ever so thickly. You lift your head up to meet his eyes. “I missed you.”
Before the two of you start eating, he kisses you so softly and tenderly that it brings tears to your face that he can be here with you. “I missed you, too.”
“You’re not supposed to be here,” you hiss as soon as you open the door to the smug look on Shinsou’s face. “Don’t you remember the reminder about social distancing?”
You’re about to close the door on him for both of your sakes. Despite the reminder not to panic over the whole situation of being quarantined, you cannot help yourself but panic while seeing so many people suffer. Despite the sweet sentiment of seeing Shinsou, it’s not an ideal meet-up for him to risk his life. Knowing you far too well, he pries the door further with his fingers curled around the door, effectively using his strength to prevent you from being able to close the door.
“Kitten, do you really think I’m the type to listen to those rules?” he asks with a laissez-faire air to him.
“No,” you admit without thinking once about saying it aloud — much to his amusement, “but it’s better for the two of us.”
“Don’t overreact over this; I got the ‘go’ for me to get out of home to see you,” he hums. After a struggle against you to keep the door open, he wins the fight, walking into the apartment with a nonchalance about this situation that you envy. “Looking at your selfies isn’t the same as seeing you in person, though.”
Even if you lean away from his kiss, he’s not deterred at all, his lips landing on your cheek softly. His words drip in smoothness, and despite your irritation toward the fact that he didn’t listen to the rules about social distancing, you can’t help but ease into his easygoing rhythm. With Shinsou, you forget about your worries about getting sick from the pandemic that’s happening outside.
You hear a meow come out of his bag and notice Sushi Jr. peeking out shyly, making you crack a smile. “You knew that I was going to be mad, so you brought Sushi Jr. as a defense?”
“To be fair, you love Sushi Jr. too much,” he says with a shrug.
“More than you,” you retort as you coax Sushi Jr. into your arms.
He advances toward you, raising an eyebrow at you with a hidden threat lingering in his eyes. “Care to say that again?”
Your banter echoes through the apartment as he chases you down the hallway, and you run away with Sushi Jr. buried in your arms. The kitten paws at your chest while you’re at it, mewling softly and making you melt inwardly. That one pause in your steps while admiring Sushi Jr. allows Shinsou to steal the kitten and place her on the ground. His hands immediately go to your sides, his fingers knowing exactly where to go, but you don’t mind the ache in your chest, forgetting your anxiety about getting sick because you’re with him, and that’s what matters.
At least, you think someone’s knocking on the door, but when you look out the window, you almost have a heart attack because your boyfriend hovers by your window with a self-satisfied smile on his face, holding a plastic bag containing a red bucket of fried chicken. Fried chicken is a delicacy in this insane period of isolation that you haven’t had the chance to eat, especially with everything going on, so to you, it’s a miracle as to how Takami has been able to get ahold of it. He taps on the window, his golden eyes sparkling with mirth. While you compose yourself, your fingers feel hot and clammy, but you know that he won’t judge you for wearing pajamas like this.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” you ask, your voice getting covered by the whistling wind outside, but he hears you anyway as he climbs into your apartment.
“I got off patrol early,” Takami says with a cheerful tone to his voice. “The crime rate has severely dropped because of the quarantine, so I have a break this week.”
“Is it awful that I feel like this is the first time in months that I’ve gotten to spend time with you without anything occupying us?” you admit to him when you settle down on the couch together. He’s not wearing his hero costume, and he has shrugged off his leather jacket to reveal how his T-shirt clings onto his body. “I know that everyone is panicking about the quarantine and everything, but I’m just so… happy that I can see you without anything pushing us apart.”
A smile pushes the ends of his lips upwards as he listens to you ramble like this. He supports his head by leaning against the couch. All of his attention is on you, and his eyes are closed as if he’s trying to memorize the feeling of being here with you.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with me,” he teases, but you know this conversation is a lot more serious than it lets on. Dating Takami means sacrificing date nights sometimes and even getting stood up. You’ve had your fair share of heartbreaks with him, but at the same time, you would never give this man up because of your disappointment and neediness. “No matter what the circumstances are, I’ll take every opportunity to be with you.”
His words fall softly out of his mouth so meaningfully but true, and your heartbeat momentarily speeds up, unprepared to deal with the emotions that you feel toward your boyfriend. It’s comforting to know that he doesn’t mind the fact that the only reason why he’ll be able to spend the rest of the week with you is because of people getting sick. Sure, the reason why everyone in Japan is quarantined is because of the rapid-fire amount of people succumbing to the spread of getting sick, but at the same time, you can spend some time with Takami.
“You’re thinking too much, dove,” he says, a frown shaping his lips. “Don’t feel guilty about the time we spend together.”
After undoing the knot of the bag’s handles, he snaps the lid off the container, and the heavenly aroma of fried chicken sweeps into your apartment. You look at the golden folds of the fried chicken, and your mouth waters at the sight. Before you take a piece, he plucks one out to feed to you with a small smile.
“Open up,” he says, and slowly but surely, your guilt of being able to spend time with him blissfully subsides as you let the piece of fried chicken slip between your lips.
The first thing that comes into your mind is that if at any point in time that mask manufacturers ever need a model, your boyfriend is the perfect model for it. Sure, your thought might be inappropriate, especially with a pandemic happening, but it snugly fits his face. As soon as he steps into the apartment, he slips it off, disposing of it in your trash can. You know that he’s most certainly not sick since, with his father’s occupation, it’s beneficial to Endeavor if Todoroki doesn’t get sick.
“Your father actually got off of your case?” you say incredulously, surveying his appearance up and down. “I thought he wouldn’t let you out of the house.”
So far in this quarantine period, Todoroki has been spamming you with memes and sweet nothings, bored out of his mind at home. The memes and sweet nothings have been welcomed for the first few days of quarantine until the two of you realized that you couldn’t see each other at all in person. With Todoroki, you know he’ll do anything to see you during this quarantine, but the last thing you expected is him sneaking out of his house just to see you.
“He’s on patrol today,” Todoroki tells you, a smile in his voice. He takes off his jacket, hanging it off the coat rack and slips into the pair of house slippers he wears whenever he comes to visit. “Fuyumi’s busy teaching lessons on Zoom, and Natsuo’s busy studying on Zoom. With everyone occupied, it’s not that hard to sneak out.”
“What happened to being a good boy?” you ask, a light tone lacing your words.
“That Shouto never existed in the first place,” he deadpans.
“Imagine the headlines: Shouto Todoroki breaking the law just to see his lover,” you muse, waving your hands up in the air dramatically. A grin spreads across his face as he gives in to your warmth, thawing out; it takes Todoroki a moment to adjust from his father to you, and you don’t mind it, letting him take his time. “Wouldn’t that be a scandal?”
“A terrible, terrible scandal,” Todoroki intones dryly, but as he shakes his head, the smile on his face betrays his amusement toward the idea.
You notice something that he sets onto your dining table with a thump, and immediately, your eyes widen with enthusiasm. “You got ice cream? Goodness, I love you so much.”
“It sounds like you love the ice cream more than me,” he says with a laugh. “That’s the true scandal here.”
“You caught me in the act,” you respond, sticking out your tongue. Your fingers curl under the lid, unable to lift the lid up, and you hold the tub of ice cream up to his face, sticking out your lower lip in a pout. “Could you help me please?”
“Hmm… I don’t know about that,” he contemplates teasingly, but he does it anyway, snapping it open by sending warmth to his fingers to ease it into opening.
The two of you sit down at the couch as you scoop ice cream, feeding it into his mouth, and suddenly, your apartment feels a lot warmer with your boyfriend around.
“When I said I was lonely, you didn’t have to come all the way here to my apartment,” you say, your voice sounding almost strangled with surprise.
Sero snickers at your reaction, leaning against the doorframe casually. “Why not? I wanted to keep you company.”
Despite his loving words, you know there’s more to his words than he lets on. Your text messages are filled with witty banter and flirting, but even then, those messages can’t express the fact that the two of you feel like you’re about to go crazy from staying sheltered up in your homes with nothing to do. He knows how much you have yearned for him in the last few weeks of quarantine, and it’s driving you insane that you can’t see the rest of your classmates. You’re confined to using video calls as a means of communication, but even then, it’s just too much for your whole head to take.
For him, it’s even harder because he’s the bigger social butterfly out of the two of you. Sero’s not big on complaining because that’s his nature; on the other hand, it’s easy to tell that he’s not satisfied with screen interaction (“Social distancing is bullshit, and we all know that,” he had said during a phone call. “Why not ban social media at this rate?”).
As you stare at each other with silence falling around you, there’s an intensity that makes this moment pop out like stars exploding. You have forgotten how his voice sounds in real life, not distorted by your phone’s speaker or anything like that. Memorizing him at this moment, from the way his lips quirk up into a smile to the way he looks at you, it’s like you’re breathing fresh air into your lungs, relearning the definition of life as you meet his gaze.
“Oh, you should come in,” you say, realizing how awkward it is for him to stand outside like this waiting for you to invite him in. You usher him in, and he follows you, contrasting you with his gracefulness. “Don’t want you to catch a cold.”
“Don’t worry, I’m wearing several layers,” he hums, pinching the fabric of his top casually. “See?”
“Mind if I help you take off some?” you ask, arching an eyebrow playfully at him.
He grins, lips fitting onto yours perfectly. “I thought you would never ask.”
Rather than seeing your boyfriend, you see a giant box before you, obscuring him from your view, but you know it’s him by the way he holds the box in his arms so unsteadily. He’s the only person in your life who would dare to do such a stupid thing and bring something this heavy from across the city. There are times when you question Kaminari’s sanity, and this is one of those times where you want to hit the pause button and shake him by the shoulders. You don’t mind the company, but when it’s during a quarantine period where he’s risking his life to see you, you prioritize his safety and health over your selfish needs. Inwardly, you make a note to berate him for his carelessness.
“Did you bring all of your belongings here or something?” you ask with a laugh as you shove your foot against the door to keep it open for him.
He stumbles into your apartment, setting down the cardboard box with a heavy sigh of relief slipping from his lips. It’s almost comical to see his body to sag to the ground as soon as he puts the box down since he’s supposed to be a hero, but here he is, defying the standards of being a hero. After closing it, you walk over to sit on your knees, bending over, so both of your foreheads are touching.
“No, I didn’t,” he informs you, pushing you away and making you sit up. You’re sitting in the same positions now and face each other on the carpet in front of your television. “I brought something much more important.”
In your anticipation, you watch him rip the tape off of the box, curious about the very thing that has made him go all the way to your apartment. There’s a bit of grunting and all, and he finally wrestles it out of its package, revealing a…
“You decided to risk your ass to bring your gaming console here?” you say incredulously, shooting him a dark look.
He pouts, his eyes shining. “It’s Animal Crossing, though.”
“Okay, give me a moment until we start.”
The first thing that hits you is the smell. It’s incredibly intoxicating, and despite having eaten lunch already, your stomach leaps out of your whole body, grumbling for more. You’re relieved that it doesn’t growl as it normally does because you wouldn’t know how to keep embarrassment flooding your whole body. Midoriya peeks from behind the containers, shooting you a grin.
“I’m using my Quirk, but I would appreciate it if you let me in,” he sings, making you crack a grin and let him enter your apartment.
“That’s an incredible amount of katsudon,” you breathe out, not sure how to react to the very fact that your boyfriend’s mom has made all of this. He sets the boxes of katsudon down on the dining table. “Tell your mom that it isn’t necessary; I got food stocked up in the pantry.”
“What kind of food?” Midoriya asks you, scrutinizing you with his emerald-eyed gaze. “Will it be as good as this?”
“No,” you admit sheepishly after a long pause, “but won’t it mold eventually?”
He averts his eyes immediately from you. “It’s better than the stuff that you’re planning to eat.”
You note the other things that hang off his wrists in eco-friendly bags. The bags are bulging as if you’re going through an apocalypse. With the bags being opaque, it’s hard to get a sense of what exactly is there.
“Is the rest of this from your mom?” you ask suspiciously, looking at the bags.
“Um… no,” he mumbles, his words slurring into one another in his panic. “There were some good discounts at the grocery store, so I bought some board games and other things if you ever get bored.”
He meets your eyes shyly, and your heart melts all over again for your boyfriend who has tried his best under the circumstances to make sure that you are as comfortable as possible for quarantine. All you have been doing is trading text messages along with staying up late with each other on the phone until the other falls asleep, but there’s nothing quite like looking at him now with his constellation-freckled face and smile.
“Thank you, Izuku,” you murmur under your breath, pressing your lips against his slowly.
Just about when you’re on the verge of deepening it, he breaks free of it. “Aren’t we supposed to be doing social distancing?”
“You came to my apartment,” you point out matter-of-factly. “That’s not social distancing at all.”
Surprised doesn’t begin to explain your feelings toward your girlfriend’s sudden appearance at your apartment. She looks completely at ease, which raises mental alarms for you. You spend a few good minutes checking Yaoyorozu’s body temperature to make sure that she’s not sick with the fever or anything before you sit down on the sofa.
“I thought you said that social distancing was necessary to make sure both of us don’t get sick,” you comment, sending her a curious look.
The two of you have been keeping contact through text, not really having the time to call each other. Yaoyorozu has always been the type to follow rules, being your class president, so the decision she has made is almost unbelievable to you.
A light pink fans across her face. “I changed my mind because I was concerned, and I made sure I was well-protected from everything.”
She holds something similar to an N95 respirator, and you admire her for her intricate genius, noting it looks identical to the pictures you’ve seen. While texting, Yaoyorozu has mentioned that she has assisted in helping hospitals by producing masks, but there’s a slight part of her that’s almost disappointed at the fact that she’s not able enough to produce enough to help out. Her concern is valid, but you know her to the point where you know that her mind’s fixated on these mistakes. You change tactics, leaning forward with a sly grin.
“So you didn’t miss me?”
“Of course, I missed you!” Yaoyorozu bursts out, and you grin. She sinks into the couch, realizing that you’ve tricked her into admitting her real intentions. “I swear… one of these days, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Love you, too,” you reply instantly, earning a quiet laugh from her.
“I thought you didn’t want to risk the heavy fines if you get caught on the streets?” you ask her with a sly grin on your face as she enters your apartment.
“My mom and dad were encouraging me to break the rules,” she answers with mirth dancing in her voice, cocking her head to the side. “They said, ‘What’s the point of you being enrolled in a heroics course if you aren’t able to put those skills to use?’”
“Of course, they said that,” you say with a snort.
You know that Jirou’s parents are completely enthusiastic about you dating her, completely supportive of your relationship together. Most Heroics Department students don’t date simply because of the amount of commitment it takes in a relationship; with Jirou’s cynical nature, most would peg her as the least likely of your class to date (besides Mineta), but surprisingly, the two of you are attached at the hip. On the other hand, the quarantine has taken its toll on you as a couple since you can’t see each other in person.
She sneaks a look at your desktop, the ends of her lips tugging into a smile. “You’re listening to ASMR again?”
“Oh, that one…” your voice wanders off as soon as you catch a glimpse of the title of the video, and immediately, your fingers find their way to ctrl+w, not interested in letting your girlfriend figure out what your tastes range in. “It’s nothing special.”
Unfortunately for you, her eyes quickly land on the title of the video. ASMR Cuddling with your Girlfriend, the title reads blandly. With Jirou, she’s known for her speedy reaction time since her Quirk requires her to respond to situations quickly, too, so it’s no wonder that she’s able to catch the title of the video. Your earbuds are still plugged into the computer, and the remnants of the video’s sound play out before dying.
“Her voice sounds nothing like mine,” she observes aloud, much to your chagrin. She raises her eyebrows at you with a knowing look in her eyes. “If you want real cuddling, just ask me, or I could do a recording for you. I know that quarantine is hard on you, so don’t suffer through this without saying a word.”
The flush on your face and stammering that comes out of your lips are enough for her to laugh and tease you.
“I was in the area, helping out one of my neighbors buy groceries, so I thought I would stop by,” Uraraka sings cheerfully upon coming into your apartment. “I got you some good coupons, too, since I thought you might like them.”
You look down at the small strips of paper that are spread in a fan with large discounts. It’s amazing how much you save when you go out to buy groceries and other necessities. You’re used to Uraraka’s good luck in finding the best sales and discounts in your favorite brands and everything, but you’ve forgotten how considerate she can be, especially when she’s worried. In her dark eyes, concern bubbles up in them, and she hides it with a large smile.
For her, she has a lot to lose with the pandemic happening. Even if her parents own a construction company, they’re not exactly in the place to call themselves well-off or anything like that, and they can’t file anything with their insurance since they’re employers themselves. Construction has already been paused throughout Japan, leaving little to none business to profit from. As you watch her turn to leave your apartment just as quickly as she came, you suddenly realize that she didn’t only come for you, but she also needed someone to be with, a constant in her life.
You poke her cheek softly, giving her a gentle look. “Want to stay for some mochi?”
Her eyes light up at the sound of her favorite food, and she pecks your lips briefly, a noticeable change in her behavior.
“I would like that,” she says, making you smile in response to the idea of spending time with your girlfriend.
“Surprise!” your boyfriend says, but you pay no attention to his words, rushing to his arms.
Kirishima embraces you immediately, and it feels like the first time you kissed, so warm and comfortable. It’s easy to lose yourself within this hug because you have almost forgotten what it’s like to touch someone else. Being with him is so comfortable, surrounded by this bubble of bliss and happiness. Your vision blurs out everything around you whenever you’re with him.
He plants his lips on your forehead, giving you a wry smile. “Long time no see, huh?”
“That’s an understatement,” you mumble, rolling your eyes at his optimistic behavior. “I thought that you were only allowed to go out for your work-study, though.”
“It’s called… breaking the rules,” he admits with a small chuckle in a stage whisper. “I wanted to see you so badly. This quarantine’s going to be the end of me if I don’t.”
Sinking into another kiss, you can’t complain because you’re enjoying this just as much as he does, and your fingers climb through his hair, begging for more. There’s so much you want to do and say, but the time isn’t exactly forgiving to you, so you settle with this — him murmuring your names in hurried breaths like this is going to be the last time you ever see each other. You say his name back, letting it become your mantra during these precious moments.
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King Vlad x Short! Pregnant!Reader:Tomatoes!!!!
You hated your husband,You hated him with every fiber of his being at the moment and nothing was going to stop you from hating.
Ok maybe you where being overzealous, you didn’t hate him you loved him with every part of your body. You loved him so much that you let him put a kid in you and you where now carrying it around. You didn’t hate him, you hated him and his kids food taste. You wanted to vomit from just the smell of the thing in front of you but at the same time the baby growling inside kept saying “eat it! Eat it!”.
Your husband of three years had to have. Tomatoes as one of his favorite food, your most hated vegetable in the whole world and now his baby was making you eat them like a cow in a overgrown field.
Sekijiro Ken or better now as Vlad King in the hero business, was your husband.
Your mouth trembled for a moment as you looked back at the tomato that was sitting on the counter in front of you, you hated this. The sound of a muffled bark made you like down, trying to look over your 7 month inflated stomach was a bit of a pain at this point but you tried to look as best as possible to see.
Kon the English bulldog snorted at your feet, feeling the uncomfortable energy that seemed to fall around you. You sighed rubbing you belly saying “Yeah I know Kon, I just…It’s so nasty! I can’t stand them but this kid wants them!” Your out of control hormones threaten to spill over at any moment as well as the frustrated tears that had started to gather in your eyes.
Before you could stop yourself you reached out and grabbed one of the tomatoes from the vine that had five other tomatoes attached to it. You looked at it for a split moment before you took a huge bite, letting a whimper leave your lips as you chewed and swallowed the bite.
This was gross.
And that’s when the tears finally over flowed and before you stop yourself you where reaching for another one.
Ken Didn’t really think of being any food home after his patrol, his wife would always complain about the smell now do to the pregnancy. The smell made her sick to her stomach and some times she would just run to the bathroom and vomit with tears in her eyes just from the sight of the take out bags. That’s why he really didn’t expect to come home to his heavily pregnant wife crying at the kitchen table when he didn’t even bring home any of it.
He walked though the front door to be greeted by a barking Kon and his pregnant wife sitting at the table holding her large stomach with tears in her eyes and what looked like a almost transparent red liquid dribbling down her chin. He watched as his wife looked him straight in the eyes,tears poring down her now red cheeks before she said “ I hate you!” His sweat ran down his forehead as he just cocked a eyebrow at her words.
Before he could say anything back he watched as her eyes widened and she covered her mouth before running to the kitchen sink and vomiting, so fast that she know she wouldn’t be able to make it to the bathroom. He quickly ran over to help his wife. Patting her back and rubbing it, trying his best to keep her hair out of her face as she emptied her stomach into the sink. He raised a eyebrow a bit, he wasn’t one to look at puke but, he noticed that his wife was only throwing up…water and something red?
He shot a look over to the counter, noticing the completely stripped tomato vine that sat there.
“Why did you eat all of them!!!?! You hate tomatoes, you vomit on sight when even looking at them! You literally eat all of them!” He looked at this wife,concerned that this wife had intentionally just eat something she know she would get sick from.
He helped his wife get up from the sink before getting her a glass of water to rinse out her mouth and a paper towel to dry her tears.
Taking a few deep breaths you looked up at her almost 2 foot taller husband saying “If you ever dare say this isn’t your kid, I will have both Aizawa and Mic Kick your ass on sight.” You pouted with still red cheeks.
Ken blinked a few times before realizing what had happened, almost breaking out in full blown chuckles. The baby was making her crave Tomatoes. He looked down at her before saying “ Let me guess, the little girl is making you crave tomatoes so you eat all of the ones in the house and now your puking because your body just can’t stand them? Am I right?” He smiled down at the women.
She rolled her eyes before groaning and hugging the taller bigger man around the waist as best she could with her swollen belly on full display under her shirt. He smiled as he hugged her back, crouching a bit to the hug to fully cover her.
She groaned as she snuggled deeper into her husband’s arms.
He chuckled as he looked down at her saying “ So what I’m hearing is that instead of eating a whole vine worth of tomatoes and throwing up, we just get extra sauce pizzas from now on when the little one craves them so mama doesn’t throw her tiny guts up in the sink?” As she hugged him she pulled back with her mouth open and sparkles dancing in her eyes, it almost looked like she could be drooling.
“Why didn’t I think of that in the first place!?”
— In a game of Truth or Dare, you’re dared to sneak into your crush’s dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. It just so happens that the hoodie you snatched was Shinsou’s favorite sweater.
pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader
word count: 2,204
genre: fluff, aged up au (class 3a)
warnings: 16+, suggestive content
a/n: this used to be a harry potter fic i wrote on my hp account but i rewrote it for shinsou bc it just seemed fitting fhgjdhsfg. shinsou is in class 1a in this fic or 3a since they’re aged up and at least 18 years old u.u i hope y’all enjoy!! xx
“No way.” You shook your head, kicking your legs out in front of you as you ignored Hagakure’s poking and prodding.
It was a relatively relaxed Friday night, and you and your friends decided to spend it in your dorm with a bottle of whisky and a game of Truth or Dare. The truths ranged from anything to, “Fuck, marry, kill: Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari” to, “Who was the last person you sent a nude to?” And the dares weren’t any better. Ashido practically vomiting in the corner served as a great reminder of that.
You were just grateful the dares you received were rather mundane.
That was, until now.
Alright, let’s do this! The thought is kind of making me drool for whatever reason…Although, it never would in real life. LOL! Here it comes, Love Bug. XoXo, ♥ I hope this is everything you wanted!
Pairing: Shoto x Reader x Dabi?
Warning: Cheating is involved with this headcanon. Some mention of NSFW, but not smutty.
If you’re interested in the secret life of models or baby momma drama, you’re well fed tonight.
This story actually means a lot to me bc it deals with a lot of issues that I hold very dear (I stayed up last night and wrote like three chapters lol). That being said, the content may be a little triggering to some people: (eating disorders, slight alcoholism, pregnancy, discrimination, overall angst)
There is also a slight mention of nsfw (she’s gotta get pregnant somehow) to begin with but besides that, it should be pretty safe
Reader discretion is advised.
- HnM 💕
The dazed hum of your own low voice peeled back a layer of sleep from your mind.
The cloud of blankets underneath you swallowed your body, tempting your stirring form to stay asleep for just a little longer. As your mind teetered upon the steep edge of unconsciousness, a flurry of scenes played in your head.
You let yourself fall into the random, vivid dreams as you finally gave up in your struggle against the warm embrace of the bed. The film that performed in your mind was a choppy one at best; however, you still caught glimpses of the action:
The dark room… The dancing city lights outside of the window… the low screeching of the rocking mattress underneath you… the breathless moans… looking down to see the mingling of scorching sweat, illuminated by the red light peeking through the window… looking up to see the flash of his even redder, vermilion eyes for just a split second before your lips were captured… the lewd mewls that you didn’t even notice until they were gone, caught in his warm mouth.
The quick, dreamy waves of erotica left just as soon as they came, their sudden disappearance sending a jolt of consciousness your direction.
What. A fucking. Wakeup call.
The bed once again flutily attempted to grab you and hold you back in your sleeping state, but you forced yourself to roll over into awareness. As your body turned, your eyes finally painfully pried themselves open. Once the brief sting of light passed, you found yourself smirking at what you saw,
Holy shit. Dreams do come true after all.
The man in bed with you—you finally realized that it was indeed his bed—was turned over on his side facing away from you, but that didn’t stop you from admiring the view.
His arms, godsent and chiseled by Michelangelo himself, extended from under the blanket– one used as an extra pillow under his head, and the other laid peacefully on his side. As peaceful as the display was, you could still see the rippling muscles layered underneath his airbrushed skin. You could only begin to imagine what they looked like when he was flexing.
Suddenly images from last night of his strong arms pressing your legs up toward the headboard infiltrated your mind, and you didn’t have to imagine anything anymore. You bit the bottom of your lip to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush.
Virtually immediately, your smile melted from your face and the sound of tires screeching blared within your head. What the fuck were you doing staring at this dude like some damn creep? What? Were you gonna wait for him to wake up to invite you to breakfast? Were you gonna go on a lunch date with some no-named dude you met at the “booty room.” As if.
You tried to ignore the fact that you had just been reduced to a soppy 16 year old all over again.
You gave one more passing glance over the top of his ash-blond hair before straightening your face with a with a quirk of an eyebrow and slowly pushing yourself out of his bed. You glanced out of the window and noticed only a thin stream of light peeking threw the glass. Good. It was still early morning. Plenty of time to make it to work.
You would like to avoid Ainu’s bitching mouth today.
You fluffed your hair up, deciding to adopt the “after-sex hair” and make it your own as you scoured the bedroom floor for your dress from last night. You spotted it just a foot away from the door. Damn you really didn’t waste time, huh?
You fought the urge to laugh at yourself as you walked over and shimmed yourself back into the dress, some of the sparkles flying off as you shook your hips. You had found your panties just right next to the bed and your bra hanging off the lamp on the nightstand. You stifled a laugh at yourself as you slid the items on underneath your dress. What a fucking night.
Mostly everything at that point had been accounted for, but there was still one thing on your mental checklist that you couldn’t find—well, two things to be exact.
Shoes… shoes… Where the fuck are your shoes?
As you continued searching for the shimmery heels, a sudden deep groan from the bed startled you a bit, casing you to freeze as you watched ‘good ol’ no-name’ stir in his sleep. You paused for a few long moments while he, thankfully, settled back into his slumber.
You let out a quiet breath of air that you hadn’t even known that you were holding and decided then and there that you could do without those shoes. If Cinderella could do it, why couldn’t you?
You quickly grabbed your handbag and phone from his nightstand and commenced your getaway.
I mean, you were obviously no virtuous princess and he was hardly prince charming from the foul mouth that you could remember from last night—insert blush here– but still…
You turned the handle behind you as you softly shut the door so that it wouldn’t make much noise only to turn around toward the hallway and be met with a pair of bright, crimson eyes. Caught red handed, You faltered a little bit as the built man in front of you became practically as scarlet as his hair,
“U-Uh– Good morning!” Kirishima forced out as he obviously struggled to keep his eyes on your face. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering down the chains of silver that barely held your dress on your shoulders.
Or the open slits on your upper thighs that let your shapely hips spill out from underneath your shimmering dress.
Or your obviously messed up hair that had probably spent much of the night between Bakugou’s fingers. He felt his face become unbearably hot at the intrusive thought.
His eyes flickered back up to yours, but not before you could notice the way that they seemed to trail down your body.
You relaxed into your chest a bit, Okay, just a roommate. He seemed fairly harmless and ‘SIMP’ enough not to raise many red flags or dangerous pervert alerts. You breathed into something resembling a laugh as you smirked up at him, “G’ Morning.”
Kirishima’s breath was caught in his lungs at the song of your voice, “M-morning…” Shit, did he already say that? The man suddenly became very aware of what he was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn’t wearing as a draft flew in from the pants leg of his boxers.
His blush almost instantly intensified—and he thanked every lucky star that he didn’t have the hormonal “tell-all” body of a teenager anymore.
You only smiled, brushing past the red-head, toward the front door. As you made your way past the kitchen you noticed a bowl of fruit displayed on the bar. Your mind quickly fleeted to thoughts of ‘what a weird fucking thing to see in what as obviously a man cave—o-or a bachelor pad. Man pad? Bachelor Cave???’ Did you accidentally wonder into a Martha Stewart catalog without realizing it?
As you eyed the odd arrangement of fruit, you didn’t even notice the other two roommates already situated in the open living room—their eyes wide as they trailed your form.
“Are these real?” you spoke up suddenly, startling Kirishima who was at this point deciding whether or not to go back into his room and pretend he hadn’t seen you and lost half of his brain, or to go to the kitchen for breakfast as he had planned. “Can I have one?” you shamelessly asked.
“Yeah! Sure!” Kirishima answered maybe a bit too strongly. The poor man just wanted to compensate for his totally unmanly display earlier. He just… he’d never seen anyone like you before. Especially not in his ‘humble’—that was being generous– apartment.
That’s when one of the men from the living room decided to speak up, “You can have all of them, sweetheart,” his voice immediately snapped your attention toward the rather spacious (empty–except for a couch, a TV and a… bench press?) living room, where you came into contact with the speaker’s golden eyes, “Go on. Take as much as you want,” the kind smile he wore contained just the slightest hint of ulterior motives, you noticed. You take back what you said earlier. The real SIMP was right here.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Just one will do, thanks.” Your flat tone did nothing to disinterest Kaminari as he ogled at you grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and shoving it in your mouth when you noticed a pair of heels haphazardly tossed by the front door. Aha! There are your fucking shoes!
The electric blond watched in utter fascination as you held the fruit between your teeth and began slipping your heels back on. Holy shit. He was glad he woke up early for once.
Kirishima approached two of his roommates, shaking his head at the giddy one currently drooling over Bakugou’s overnight visitor,
“Get a grip, dude. It’s not manly to stare like that,” he lowly warned so you couldn’t hear. He felt like a bit of a hypocrite, but at least he was trying to maintain some decency. It seemed like Kaminari had simply thrown all of his fucks to give out of the window as he shamelessly eyed you like an Englishman on safari. Come on, bro!
“Yeah. Didn’t you hear her with Bakugou last night?!”
“How could I not, Sero? I’m pretty sure the entire complex heard!” Kaminari resentfully whispered to his two roommates before sweeping a hand through his blond locks and snaking his way towards you, “So… what’s your name, gorgeous?”
You could hardly hold back the look of disgust that fell upon your expression as you looked up at this man. Read the fucking room, dude. You couldn’t make this situation more obvious if you were wearing a damn sign on your head that said “One Night Stand: Hit It and Quit It,” and sprinted out of the apartment.
You didn’t want to make friends.
You didn’t want to introduce yourself to someone’s roommates when you didn’t even know their damn name.
And you sure as hell didn’t want to be passed around to said stranger’s roommates like a fucking bottle of wine at communion, “First name: Not, last name: Interested,” you deadpanned.
A series of “OHHHH’s” and “She got you, Bro! She got you good!” sounded throughout the apartment. As you swung the front door open, looking back one final time to see the look of absolute disheartenment spread across the blonds face, “Ba-bye~ Oh! and Thanks for the fruit, Red,” you winked before shutting the door behind you, unknowingly causing Kirishima to dissolve into a blushing mess.
You heard a bit of commotion come from the other side of the door when you left but didn’t pay it much mind as you began your walk to the nearest train station—taking another bite from your bachelor pad apple.
Bakugou, however, couldn’t ignore the commotion you had left behind as his scowling form emerged from his bedroom, “Could you idiots be any fucking louder!?” The blond was already in a terrible mood. He had woken up to fucking ketchup, mustard, and mayo’s shouting only to realize that his bed was suddenly much colder than he remembered it had been when he fell sleep.
The frustrated man was instantly met with his other blond counterpart throwing himself at his knees, “Bakugou, buddy!” he cried out, clutching the fabric of the other man’s sleepers, “You’ve gotta teach me your ways!” he groveled at his feet as if Bakugou was the lord and savior of in-cels everywhere.
“The hell are you talking about?” his hands crackled furiously as he seriously prepared to blast the dunce-face off of him, “get the fuck off’a me!” he roared.
Kirishima reluctantly spoke up, gaining the two blond’s attention and probably saving Kaminari’s life, “Honestly… I gotta say even I’m surprised. She was… unreal,” Kirishima’s cheeks dusted over in a light shade of pink just at the memory of you.
Even Bakugou had to mask the sudden warmness that fled to his own face as your image suddenly popped into his mind. He shoved the butterflies down into his stomach so that he could shit them out later, “What’s that supposed to mean, shitty hair?!”
Sero, who had previously just been silently enjoying the wild spectacle before him, had finally decided to give his input on the situation, “What Kirishima is trying to say is ‘how the hell did a sack of anger issues wrapped in a mean mug like yours score a chick like that?’”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY, HORSE TEETH?!”
“Stop putting words in my mouth!” Kirishima whined before Kaminari finally asked the question that had been lingering in all of their minds,
“Did you get at least get her number?” The matter gave birth to a few beats of silence between all the roommates. Bakugou visibly stiffened at this question as his face shriveled up.
“I don’t know… She seemed to get out of here in quite a hurry,” Sero contemplated aloud, effectively breaking the silence.
A tinge of pain shot straight through Bakugou’s pride at his words. You had practically run out of there—away from him. Was last night really that bad? He seemed to have a much different memory than you of the event.
Tch. Whatever. It doesn’t fucking matter.
Shoving these thoughts out of his head, he scoffed, “Good. The hell do I need her number for?”
Silence once again befell the four—this time being disrupted by Kaminari, “You don’t know how good you have it,” he shook his head, “You don’t deserve half the things you get man…”
Of course, this only caused the apartment to erupt into another fit of commotion—death threats and cheap insults being thrown in every space of the testosterone-filled home.
You tried to ignore the multitude of awkward stares you garnered as you made your way through the train station. They were probably—well, more than likely– because of your racy evening wear, but shit. You didn’t exactly plan on getting dicked down last night. At least, maybe not on a conscious level.
You sighed before boarding the train and looking down to view the notifications on your phone. Oh crap, it was later in the day than you had originally thought.
- Someone told me that you went to Club 52 last night.
- You better not be hungover or wasted when you get here, Y/N
- Inches! Y/N! I need you at your inches!
Ahhh. the old 35, 25, 35. The perfect body shape. Well, she can take all 85 of those inches and shove them up her ass for all you cared.
- I am serious.
- Sick of cleaning up your messes.
- Don’t ever pull this shit again when we have such a big brand deal!
- Remember. I have eyes everywhere, missy!
As the messages went on you only scanned them,
How could you do this to me Blah. Blah. Blah. I stuck my neck out for you Blah. Blah. Blah. Where else could someone like you find work as good as this Blah. Blah. Blah. Etcetera, etcetera.
Damn boss Lady was like a fucking broken record.
You closed your eyes on the train and tried to astral project your spirit to a better place. Somewhere where you didn’t have to take a shitty modeling job to pay your damn rent. Somewhere where you had an obtainable passion. Somewhere where you could do something meaningful with your life.
Somewhere where you weren’t just some damn pathetic quirkless girl whose only talent was looking good in front of a camera and taking bullshit.
“You’re late!” The bodies of women lit up by the hard lights on set seemed to all turn in your direction at your boss’s loud announcement. The aggressive clacking of her heels sounded in the air like gunshots as she stormed over to you, but you couldn’t be less impressed by her repetitive intimidation tactics,
“What are you talking about? It’s 9:00!”
“9:04! The shoot started at 9 and you don’t even have makeup on!” her nose crinkled in disgust as she neared you. The way that she dramatically gagged at your scent had your eyes rolling, “And you fucking smell like sex. Jesus fucking Christ Y/N! You. Intern! Get over here! Go hose her down!” she called your friend, Kimi, over, “You’re lucky I don’t ring your neck! The marketing agent will be here in less than an hour and he wants to see progress!” by this point Kimi had rushed over and began herding you away from the multitude of disapproving stares you had gathered from the other models.
But not before you heard whispers of your unprofessionalism.
“Now, go get your pretty ass presentable looking!” Boss lady shooed you off.
As your friend literally hosed you down in the bathroom with her hydropump quirk, she already had a bottle of body wash on hand– completely desensitized to your naked body by this point. Neither of you said a word for a while, but you could tell that she was itching to speak up, “So…” a grin spread across her face as she rinsed the suds out of your hair, “Was he at least cute?”
“Super fucking attractive,” you gave a short laugh, “At least. I think so. I don’t really remember his face…”
Her loud laugh sounded through the bathroom before the space was once again covered within a thick sheet of silence. When the two of you were close to finished, she sighed at your idle, far off gaze before attempting to strike up a bit of conversation, “I really should be thanking you. You keep my job security, after all,” she joked.
She wasn’t exactly wrong.
She was pretty much hired to be your babysitter under the guise of “stylist intern” in Ainu’s modeling agency; however, when she was hired for this gig ‘frequently bathing a hungover, grown mess of a thot’ and ‘constant ginger ale, and Pepto Bismol runs’ were probably not in the job description.
“I keep my life a mess just for you,” you lazily smirked up at her.
“Your life is hardly a mess. You’re living the dream, supermodel girl.”
Your mind flashed back to girls around you eating cotton balls to satiate their hunger, to women working 10 hour long photo shoots in 6-inch heels, to being urged to give brand promoters “special attention” to secure the agency’s profits, to runway events that left you sleepless for days at a time, to your own fingers plunging down the back of your throat so that you could fit into the impossible dress sizes fitted by your designers, “Yeah…” you quietly trailed off.
The shoot went fairly well, after your late start.
It was actually different than most others that you have participated in since the main focus was upon the red shoes that they wanted to promote. The photographer had decided—much to the dismay of the other models on set—that you would be a focal point in his artwork. Claiming that you had such a “sexy, sexy look” and were going to be huge one day.
Thanks creepy, middle-aged, French photographer. Now half of these girls are gonna cry themselves to sleep tonight and the other half are gonna create voodoo dolls of you to stick needles in.
Fairly well, or not, you couldn’t fight the urge to click your red sneaker soles together three times every now and then—internally chanting “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”
Needless to say, it didn’t work.
It was about three weeks later when you found yourself at the official branding event of those stupid red sneakers. It was some kind of charity event/campaign/branding bullshit hybrid—or whatever.
Most of the models that were there the day of the original photo shoot weren’t even requested to go. Since you had been a focal point in that shoot, you were invited (forced) to attend by the brand marketer. Your uninvited colleagues of course, hated you even more after that, but you would trade places with any one of them in a heartbeat.
Your stomach bubbled a little bit—‘need vodka’ it cried.
You patted the poor organ in solidarity. You like to think that you are very in tune with your needs. You’d much rather be boozing it up in some sweaty booty club than be at… whatever the fuck this was.
Everyone there was dressed up like it was some cocktail party or some christening or something. The large room was filled to the brim with tables with neatly folded napkins and different red and green finger foods on the centerpieces. There was a clearing in the middle, under the chandelier, for “dancing” but was really for people to socialize and network.
Hmmm. Not a red sneaker in sight except for the banners of photos from your shoot hanging from the ceiling, you noticed.
“Could you at least pretend to act interested?” boss lady whispered, “Smile a little, yeah?” Ainu completely rolled her eyes at the strained grimace of a smile you threw her—the glare she threw back saying ‘you little shit!’.
You couldn’t help but laugh as the two of you began to drift away from one another—with her sending you one more lingering glance that said ‘stay away from the alcohol and don’t do anything stupid!’
Of course, you nodded like the obedient little clothing rack you were, but as soon as her back was turned you found yourself snatching a glass or two of chardonnay from one of the passing waiter’s trays. As you took a long sip from the glass—careful not to smudge your lipstick—you found your eyes wondering across the unimpressive room.
They ended up settling in the corner of the place, on a man standing alone, nervously fidgeting with his suit cuffs.
Ah. Quality entertainment! You took another sip from one of your glasses.
You nonchalantly strolled toward the man before twisting yourself around next to him so that you were both facing the growing crowd of the room, “All this for some red sneakers?” you spoke up with a slight grin.
His eyes immediately shot up to one of the banners hanging above you before settling back to your smirk, “Y-Y-your one of the models form the poster!” his face darkened into a deep blush and you slightly lifted one of your drinks into the air with a quirk of your eyebrow as if to say, ‘guilty as charged.’
He seemed to get over his shocked state quickly, “Well… uh– I guess it does seem a little silly when you put it that way, huh?”
“Is there really any other way to put it?”
He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment—his eyes trailing toward the ground in front of him, but you were patient. You took the time to take in his wild, green hair—it was dark, kinda like the seaweed that you wrap around sushi. Your mind flickered to what you remembered sushi tasting like, but it had been such a long time. He finally spoke up “Well, they are giving half of the profits made to start a campaign to end the bullying of quirkless children,”
“Really?” your eyebrows shot up as the man looked back up to you. Your chest abruptly rose up as you gave a half chuckle, “That’s… well, that’s something. Apparently, this brand is being started by some up and coming hero. Deku? I haven’t really heard much about him, but he’s probably just using us quirkless folk as a stepping stool to celebrity,” he seemed to visibly stiffen at your words but it wasn’t every day that you got to talk about civil rights concerning the quirkless. You passionately continued, “It’s like saving kittens or walking an old lady across the street. I mean, what’s a big shot hero like that know about being quirkless? Tell me,” you leaned in close to him and nodded into the sea of people filing into the room, “Do you see a quirkless kid in sight, right now?”
You left him silent as he began pondering your statement. Hm! Good.
Satisfied with yourself, you took in the final sip from your remaining glass—tilting the curvy cup up into the sky to get every drop.
A tall man with glasses shuffled through the dense crowd to make his way towards the two of you “Midoriya, there he is! Excuse me, Miss,” he stiffly bowed to you at an awkwardly low angle before turning back toward the green haired man, “Come this way. Quickly. I would like to introduce you to…”
As he was pulled into the crowd by the weird tall man you found yourself curiously staring at where he had disappeared.
“Mmm. Isn’t he just as yummy as you thought he’d be?” the familiar voice snapped you straight out of your thoughts, startling you into a slight jump. You whipped your head behind you to see Kimi’s giggling face, “C’mon!! Ainu wants you to get some photos in at that set over there.”
“Ughhh, you know how I feel about red-carpet shoots, Kimi.” It was just a bunch of amateur photographers barking orders and questions at you like some glorified paparazzi. She ignored your whining as she dragged you to the literal red carpet in the far wall of the room, blocked off by a velvet rope and surrounded by a buzzing infestation of flashing cameras. You suddenly became very aware of the very chemical scent of her perfume—and the growing nausea twisting within your stomach.
“You can go find your hero boyfriend, later! I promise!” she practically shoved you onto the carpet, but you could only throw her a confused glance. Who was she talking about?
“Don’t tell me you seriously didn’t know who that was! We are literally in a room of heroes right now!! That guy that you were with? He’s the entire reason we are here right now, Y/N!” you could hardly fight off the look of confusion that befell your face as you began posing for the flashes of photos being taken of you. Whatever. You probably just looked like the confused bimbo that they all thought you were anyway.
Kimi smacked her hand on her forehead—tossing you an exasperated glance, “Hello!? Red sneakers—the Deku! I can’t believe you. He’s projected to be the number one hero in a few years—that Deku!”
You felt your blood immediately run cold.
The Deku you had put on blast directly to his face. The one who was endorsing this entire brand that your agency had a deal with—that Deku, “Oh. Shit.”
You suddenly felt very sick.
Meanwhile, the three stooges had finally dragged their grouchy roommate out of the apartment and had made their way into the Red Sneakers Event, much to the dismay of said grouchy roommate. He would quite literally prefer to be anywhere else but here. Hell, he would rather stick his head in a vat of acid than be at some dumbass “quirkless sneaker” party for that shitty Deku. There couldn’t possibly be any good reason for him to be here right now.
“Oh, shit!” Kaminari’s grating voice snapped Bakugou out of his thoughts. He looked up to where the blond was pointing, and his heart skipped a beat.
The banners adorning the ceiling of the space sported a very familiar face.
“Isn’t that your hottie from last month, Bakugou?” the electric man practically giggled with amusement, “Over there, too! She’s at the red carpet!” Bakugou’s red eyes danced over to the succession of flashing lights on the far side of the room. Somehow, even with the herd of photographers clumped behind the red rope, he could still make out your gleaming form. It was as if you radiated light, blinding him to anyone else between you and him.
What the fuck? Where did those thoughts come from?
With a click of his tongue the blond instantly spat these feelings out of his head.
“Huh!” Kirishima tilted his head and gave a short, amazed laugh as well, “Look at that– it totally is!”
Sero decided to chime in as well, completing the unholy trinity of pains on Bakugou’s ass, “Of course she’s a model. Dude, how did you trick that poor girl into your bed?” It took every ounce of willpower that the ash blond could muster not to blow ‘Elbow’s’ face off right then and there as he ground his teeth together.
Kirishima bravely leaned over to the seething man, “You should go say something to her.”
“Why the hell would I do that!?”
“Because if you don’t, I will,” Kaminari straightened his tie like he was grooming himself to approach you. Fucking as if!
“Like she’d be interested in your dumb ass!” Bakugou loudly snapped.
“That sounds pretty possessive Baku-bro,” Sero hardly ever called him this unless he wanted to get under the time-bomb of a man’s skin, “Almost like you have feelings~,” him and Kaminari began snickering to themselves as Bakugou neared the maximum capacity of his internal ‘pissed off-o-meter.’
The two men laid off of him a bit—knowing very well by this point what buttons to push and when to stop pushing them when it came to their feral friend.
“Looks like you’re missing your chance,” Kirishima spoke up—nodding his head to your fleeing figure. “I think she’s leaving.” Bakugou looked up to see your desperate form dash for the coat racks in the corner of the room.
As you made your way to the coat racks, you were completely oblivious to the lingering eyes that followed you—only focused on the furious ones that approached you and the rising, gurgling feeling in your stomach.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” your pissed off boss halted you right by the coat rack—Kimi, trailing not to behind you, was halted as well, “The event has hardly even started!”
“I don’t…” the bubbling in your stomach shot up your throat and was hardly caught in time as you slightly gagged, “I don’t feel too good, Ainu…”
She could only groan into her palm as she threw her head up toward the ceiling, “I told your ass not to—Ughhhh! Can’t you go one night without getting utterly shitfaced, Y/N!?”
Kimi reluctantly spoke up, “She hardly drank tonight. I think she really is sick,” her voice was very soft in the air as she defended you, and you realized that this is the first time you’d ever heard her talk to your boss directly.
Ainu’s eyes seemed to dance across yours and Kimi’s for a few beats—probably to gauge whether there was truth to Kimi’s words– before she finally made up her mind, “Fine. Go on,”’ she tilted her head toward the direction of the exit with an irritated wave of her hand, “Take her home.”
“No,” you moved past Ainu toward the coat rack, “I think I can make it on my own,” you argued before shimming your fur on. After a mini dispute, your friend reluctantly agreed to let you make your way home alone.
Bakugou watched on as you gave the women that were with you tiny half-assed hugs before making your way toward the room’s exit—towards him. For the first time in practically forever, the man felt his heart drop down into his toes.
The four roommates all paused as you approached them. You were for sure going to see Bakugou and say something to him, right?
All three friends noticeably winced as you nonchalantly brushed pasted the four of him, not even sparing a passing glance at their shocked, blond comrade. “Oof. That’s gotta hurt,” Kaminari grimaced.
Sero’s lips stretched into an uncomfortable frown, “I don’t even think she recognized you, man.”
Kirishima could only remain silent as he watched a flurry of unfamiliar emotions flicker across his best friend’s face. Even if his buddy wasn’t clearly and uncharacteristically upset, he would still probably be at a loss of words from the secondhand embarrassment that was flooding into his cheeks.
“SHUT UP!” Bakugou snapped, pulling his face back into his trademark scowl, “What the hell do I care? I already slept with her. What else is there to do?” I don’t fucking care, I don’t fucking care. The man chanted to himself as he shoved his body into the crowd—anything to get away from those shitty dumbasses.
Sero gave a low whistle, “Wounded words, from a wounded man.”
When you made it back home that night, you spent the better part of the evening with your head glued to the toilet, and you really fucking didn’t understand why.
Two glasses were practically a baby bottle to you at this point. There is no way that you got sick off just that. So… food poisoning then? You fought a laugh at the amusing thought. You have to actually eat for that to happen.
Shit. And you were cramping like a mother fucker.
You instinctively opened you phone brushing past the ‘Are you okay?’ text from Kimi to make your way to your period tracker app. Maybe it was almost ‘that time of the month.’
A lot of girls that you knew had lost their periods from the severe “weight training” that they endured, but you had actually been regular with yours despite your everyday living.
The app opened—revealing a visually loud, bouncing notification that prompted a different breed of nausea to spin within your gut.
You were about two weeks late.
!! hiya meg !! ofc you can bud i got you covered ;))
- oh boy,,,,, poor amajiki would be a whole mess and a half
- this is one of the rare times he tries to get out of his comfort zone because it’s impossible to say no to you when you’re really excited to do something or go somewhere
- next thing he knows he’s being dragged to the ferris wheel bc you’ve never been on one before and it would be the “perfect ending” to your little carnival date
aha,,, “perfect”,,, way to jinx yourself there (y/n) lmao
- tamaki’s gotta admit, the ferris wheel is pretty relaxing at first
- after being surrounded by a crowd of people for so long, it’s actually kinda nice to be on a slow ride that takes him away from all that and gives him some fresh air
- and the view from the top is really pretty ngl
- “wow,,, i got so caught up in the view that for a second i thought the ride completely stopped”
- “uh,,,,,,, tamaki,,,, don’t panic but,,, i think it did”
- tamaki sweetie we just said don’t panic
- even though he isn’t really afraid of heights, the thought of being stuck so high up turns him into a nervous wreck
- you notice that he’s a little shaky so you hold his hand and encourage him to calm down
- “hey, don’t think about it too much, we’ll be fine !! we’ll be going again in no time !!”
- “y-yeah,,, okay,,,,”
- so he takes your advice and tries to take his mind off of it
- but uh,,, now he’s thinking about how close you’re sitting to him and oh my god you’re holding hands
- it’s far from the first time and you’ve been dating for a while but somehow the thought just makes his face go red skfjdfg
- it literally takes him until the ride has been fixed and you’re back on the ground to calm down
- “so,,,,,, wanna go again?”
- “i’ll pass”
- this may be a bit shocking but the ferris wheel ride is actually iida’s idea !!
- he knows how uptight he can be sometimes so he figured that taking you somewhere fun would be a nice little surprise
- and how could you possibly say no to such an opportunity ??
- so long story short the two of you are now at the front of the line about to get on the ferris wheel and you’re highkey excited
- “lmao you know what would be funny ?? if the ride got stuck while we were at the top >:D”
- “thankfully that happens far more in fiction than it does in reality !!”
- oh ?? does it now ?? >:3
- so you’re both on the ride and everything’s going great !!
- iida’s been surprisingly chill on the way up, mainly listening to you babble about how tiny everything looks and how “this is what he sees when he looks @ half of his classmates”
- but as your cabin approaches the top of the wheel, the ride suddenly jolts to a stop
- the sudden movement scares you both shitless tbh lmao
- “what just happened?! is everything alright ??”
- “lmao,,, um,,,, remember when i made that joke about the ride getting stuck 💀💀”
- “,,,,,,,,,,,, oh dear”
- even though iida did get spooked, he manages to collect himself quickly
- he reassures you that everything should be fine and that there’s a chance that something just got jammed in the system
- but as the minutes go by iida slowly starts to panic dkfkdkgh
- “is no one trying to fix this thing ?? i didn’t exactly plan on sleeping here you know!”
- “hey, chill, we’ll be okay :’))”
- iida’s a bit stubborn about it, but he eventually calms down and just kinda slouches back into the seat
slouching ??? iida ??? never thought i’d put those two words in the same sentence tbh
- anyways, you kinda just lean into him, and even though he tenses at first he ends up pulling you a little closer
- and the two of you just kinda vibe like that until the ride is fixed and you get back to the bottom lmao
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Anonymous asks: !Mention Of SH Scars! Ok so I have sh scars on my stomach and recently I’ve been really insecure about them, so could you do headcanons with todoroki, backugou, and midoriya with a s/o with sh scars and them comforting them and stuff? It’s cool if you’re not comfortable writing this! Just thought I’d ask :)) Sincerely, Frog Boy
Frog boy, I can totally write this for you !! As someone who has s*lf h*rmed in the past, I understand feeling insecure over them. I hope I did these justice, and that you enjoy them !!!
!Warnings!: mentions of s*lf h*rm,
Todoroki, Bakugou, & Midoriya comforting an S/o with self harm scars
- He really tries to help you with the scars
- He has a scar himself, but he didn’t really care to think about his. It’s a part of him, what else is there to it?
- But when Momo approaches him and tells him You’re feeling insecure, he is shocked.
- He feels bad for not realizing sooner and confronts you about it.
- “Why are you insecure over your scars?”
- After you spill why you’re feeling insecure he leads you two to your dorm, squeezing your hand in comfort in hopes that you’ll understand his silent love.
- He cuddles you on your bed and rubs your scars on your stomach while he starts to talk.
- “It’s okay to feel insecure about scars, S/o. ” he mumbles and kisses one of your scars softly.
- “I understand why you’d regret or feel insecure about them, but you don’t have to. It’s in the past, and we can’t change it. I’m just proud that you’re still here, even when life was against you. You’re strong, and these scars of apart of you, and there’s nothing wrong with it. I love you, and I’ll help you with these insecurities. ”
- After that, he just holds you close to him and whispers soft reassures to you.
- He loves you and hopes he can help you with this 💖
- This boi
- He doesn’t understand feelings, so he is shocked and confused when you confront him about your problems.
- “I hate them, I hate these stupid scars on my stomach and wish they weren’t here…”
- He instantly is ready to stop you, he hates seeing you upset.
- He pulls you to a secluded area and faces you, pulling you close to him.
- “Dumbass.. You’re losing your mind over a tiny mistake, and you shouldn’t worry about it. Yeah, you felt shitty in that point in your life and turned to an unhealthy outlet, but you can’t change what’s been done.”
- He takes a deep breath and rubs his rough fingers across your stomach gently, as if trying to comfort you silently.
- “It’s there, and I don’t care about it. You pulled through and I’m proud of you. I’m not the best with emotions, but stop wasting time on something that doesn’t define you. I love you for you and these scars aren’t something I worry about, they just mean you were strong enough to pull through a dark time in your life. Now stop worrying, okay?”
- His words aren’t,,,, the best, but he’s trying.
- He looks after you for a week after that and gives you encouraging words during the day, so low that only you could hear them.
- He cares, he just doesn’t know how to express it. He’s trying, though. 💖
- Baby boy was so sad when he see’s you rubbing at your stomach angrily, refusing to wear clothes that show off your stomach, & even muttering lowly about your scars when you two hang out.
- He confronts you about it and he’s shocked when he hears your words.
- “Why would you want to be with someone with disgusting scars on their stomach? Why do you like me?”
- He sheds a few tears and hugs you tightly, feeling his heart break at your words.
- “S/o, please stop saying such things about yourself.. I don’t care about your scars and they don’t lessen my love for you. It’s okay to feel upset over these stuff and I understand it was a rough patch in your life, but don’t let these scars define you. Sometimes these things are things we regret, but we shouldn’t let these be a set back. I love you and I wish I would’ve helped you with this, but I can help you now. You’re perfect the way you are, with or without your scars. Let me help you, I promise we’ll get through these insecurities.”
- He starts leaving little encouraging notes around your dorm, sending you loving texts throughout the day, and so much more.
- He’s trying to help, because he wants to help fight off your insecurities. Hope you’re ready for nightly cuddling where he’ll whisper to you about how amazing you are 💖
You hugged your knees, another shaky sigh parting your lips. Your eyes were dry from the amount of tears you shed earlier. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was already 3:30 am. Another sigh.
Suddenly, a note slipped between the door crack. Staring at the paper you tilted your head. Who could be up at this hour?
Carefully, you reached out to grab the note and unfolded it. Your eyes immediately widened.
“(Y/n), I heard from Midoryia that you were really upset by something. I hope I was not the reason. I won’t mind if you vent to me about it, we all have our problems.” -Shouto
Some of the sentences were scratched out and eraser marks littered the page. Letting out a small laugh, you glanced back at your door.
“Are you still out there, Todoroki?” You whispered towards the direction the note was slipped from. You heard a soft sigh.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"Not really, but I appreciate it anyways."
After you stated that, a sudden creaking noise filled the room. Blinking you looked downwards to see a shadow being casted from the outside. Was he sitting outside the door?
Letting out a quiet chuckle, you closed your eyes, passing out immediately. Having a presence there was comforting.
Later that morning, while opening the door to leave for class, you heard a thump. What quickly followed was a groan. With wide eyes, you peered around the door to see Todoroki rubbing the back of his head. You immediately noticed he was still in his pajamas. "Todoroki? Did you stay out all night?"
"I might have gotten a bit carried away…"
I know I haven’t been active but would you guys read multi fics if i posted them.
They’ll be based of my oc(s)
𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞🏝 (1)
Situation: Cocktail party🍸
Feel free to request a character (It does not have to be from bnha) and I’ll create a situation and outfit for them!
A/N: Requests are limited to three characters, luv, so I’m going to cut Iida, sorry! I also gave my own names to the kids because I wanted to. (I disregard a lot of things for story convenience… such as the UA Wall)
(Today was the day I found out that I am, in fact, terrible at writing Shinsou.)
Post-Writing Nyan: God this was terrible burn it.
Todoroki stared at the two little girls in front of him. He’d found them randomly, sitting alone in the park while he was out shopping. Both the girls had split-colored hair, and one of them had dual-colored eyes.
But that wasn’t what drew Todoroki’s attention. He noticed that one part of the girls’ hair was the color of your hair, and the other part was one of the colors of his hair. The girl without differently colored eyes also had the color of your eyes.
They look like my love child with… Todoroki stopped short as the thought of you entered his mind. The girls looked like Todoroki’s lovechild… with you. You were his crush, and he’d liked you for a long time. But these two girls looked like you and him combined.
Suddenly, one of the girls said something that shocked him out of his thoughts.
“Daddy? Is that you?” The girl with dual-colored eyes asked. Todoroki’s eyes widened at the little girl’s words. Could it be…?
Todoroki turned around, wondering if he was hallucinating. He had to be, right? What was he going to do now? Just walk away? Forget this ever happened?
“H-Hey! Daddy, don’t leave us!” the other girl cried, reaching up and grabbing Todoroki’s jacket. Todoroki stopped, turning to look at the two girls.
What do I do now? he thought, staring at the two of them.
“… Can we go with you?” they asked. Todoroki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t see any other choice. He couldn’t take them to the police station because he knew they wouldn’t be able to find their parents.
“Fine. Just don’t cause any trouble.” he said, motioning for the girls to follow him. The girls’ eyes lit up as they fell into pace beside him, one on each side. Todoroki slowed down his walking speed compensating for their shorter legs.
“What are your names?” Todoroki asked.
“My name is Akari.” the girl with the red part of Todoroki’s hair chirped.
“I’m Fuyuko.” the girl with the dual-colored eyes said. Todoroki nodded slowly, glancing between the two girls.
“You’re twins, right?”
“Yup!” the two girls said in unison. The barest hint of a smile crossed Todoroki’s face as they entered the campus.
“How did you get here?” Todoroki wondered. Akari and Fuyuko exchanged a look.
REQUEST: just found your blog and i’m loving it so far. would you mind if i request a sequel to ‘wake up with kisses’ but with kirishima and kaminari? thank you ❤️
REQUESTED BY: anon
WARNINGS: fluffy; suggestive/semi-spicy
AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much! i’m happy you do 🥺 here’s the sequel, angel. enjoy! under a cut as per usual because i can’t control myself 🤟 hope you take care!
⤏ safe for work ⤎
- Does the manliest of men wake up to get more gains? Of course. How will this person, who has also been sculpted by the gods and goddesses themselves, shield and carry the hundreds of civilians he rescues? And, most importantly, you? His quirk isn’t as flashy and offensive as some, we can admit, so that’s all the more reason for this particular sweetheart to put out his utmost effort—his mind, body, and soul—at a daily basis. While I do imagine Eijirou to be the morning type, he’s actually not slipping out of bed at the crack of dawn, well, unless, you know, it’s for Pro Hero-related purposes.
- Rise and shine, cutie. You will be the one to pepper his face with kisses until his hands are clutching you close to his chest and he’s mumbling under his warm sleepy breath how fucking adorable you are.
- The subtle vibrations of your phone beneath your pillow disconnects you from dreamland into reality. Groaning, you twist your body face-first into your pillow as you lazily poke and prod for the source of the low buzz. When you crack a single eye open, you notice the digital clock stamping 8:30 in bolded glory on the screen. You consider going back to sleep because, hell, it’s still too early. But once you hear Eijirou’s snore, you’re swift to angle your head in his direction.
- You’re chuckling. Your red-haired boyfriend is on his back, blanket messily bunched at his waist, a hand rested on his hard abdomen under his tank top. There’s a tiny sliver of drool at the corner of his lips, and you hover over your lover to swipe your thumb gently against it.
- What a cute baby, you mentally coo. You’re already aware that whenever he’s like this, you’d be foolish to believe he’s a light sleeper. Resting your chin at the base of his shoulder, you silently observe him, your eyes trailing the curve of his nose and the plumpness of his lips. Smiling, you know he is yours.
- Reaching for the hand settled on his side, you place sweet delicate kisses from the tips of his fingers down to his knuckles, making sure to grace your love there a just a little longer before continuing around his wrists. He’s cracked bone, torn muscle, and broken skin all in the line of duty; and you want nothing more than to kiss away the memories of his pain and the initial fear he must have felt. It’s Red Riot’s job to protect, but within these four walls, you are the one protecting him.
- Your mouth ventures to the peak of his nose, offering a chaste kiss. As your eyelashes flutter, you brace the palms of your hands over your heart, chest heaving harder this time. Thank goodness for your unwavering willpower—you’d be smothering Eijirou kiss after kiss after kiss until he and you are a breathless mess.
We love bakusquad shenanigans! Also that was so fun to write! Also I’m sorry if you wanted hc, but a small scenario seemed more fitting. Thank you for requesting! ❤️💜❤️
Why are they laughing and looking at you like that? And was Bakugo blushing? But everytime you looked their way, they stopped. What was going on with the bakusquad?
It was a normal day of school, you asked Katsuki to explain something to you, so you were just sitting right next to him, trying to focus on his voice and his explanation. Key word, trying. You really had a hard time keeping up with him, as your ears were filled with Kaminari’s and Mina’s snickers. Feeling a bit anxious, thinking they were laughing at you, you unconsciously leaned towards Bakugo.
What you didn’t know, was that mere action only made them more joyful. Taking pictures of you two from specific angles to make it look like either you were resting your shoulder on the explosive’s blonde shoulder, or maybe looking like he was leaning in to kiss you. They liked to collect these pictures, and later that day, they would use it to tease Bakugo. “This could actually happen if you man up Baku.” “So how that kiss was? Did you enjoy it?!” they would keep annoying him over and over again over these photos no matter how much he yelled and threatened to kill them if they didn’t delete them immediately.
Soon the whole class where standing with squad, looking at the both of you studying. While Katsuki’s friends were having the time if their lives, the rest of his classmates couldn’t help but find you adorable. Noticing the blush that was tainting the angry boy’s skin, and how you would often give him a sweet smile when you kept apologizing for not understanding a certain thing. You two were obviously so head over heels for each other, and everyone could see it.
As much as he’d like to delete the pictures if the two of you that were sent on the Bakusquad group chat, he couldn’t help the smile that made its way to his lips, wishing that those poses were actually reality. The more he’d save on his phone, the more it’d push him to actually ask you out. One day, just a little bit longer, and he would be able to live those moments for real!