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rose-lord-of-simps · 2 years

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AO3 Fan Fics Links! The sequel

Again this is mostly for me but if you guys want a fanfic to read go right ahead and look through! If you don’t see a fic you wanna read, I do take requests to find fics for you! If I emoji label something wrong or you feel I should add a warning to something, let me know and I’ll change it! I AM NOT TAKING CREDIT FOR ANY OF THESE, NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME! I am not adding too many trigger warnings in my tags here so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THE TAGS AND NOTES! Especially if it has a 🌵 label! If you read something and find something that may be a trigger to some people that wasn’t mentioned in the author’s notes or tags, let me know and I can put it in here as well. Also, I go through these posts on the last day of the month to update if they’ve been completed/updated so if something says it hasn’t been updated in a month, check the actual fic because it might just be me not updating this post.

Guide: ☘️ not completed 🍀 completed ❌ not read ✔️ read 🌶 spicy 🌹 romance 🌵angst 🌼 fluff

TodoDeku

A trip for two

Completed 🍀 Read ❌

1 chapter and part of a series!

🌹🌼 And yet, buying a small, albeit slightly shabby van, and endless, giving real freedom, such soul-warming trips only for two were the best decision in their life.

Valentine’s Day Disasters

Completed 🍀 Read ❌

1 chapter

🌵🌹🌼 Just your average Valentine's day story: Miscommunications, crying, sadness....wait, that's not right. Oh well!

The one AU where izuku goes from fake nanny to husband of a CEO

This is a collection I love, just go read it it’s amazing

🌵🌹🌼🌶 (slightly) Midoriya has to go undercover as the Todoroki family’s nanny and falls in love. Boom that’s my description.

Kiribaku

Confession Through Song

Completed 🍀 Read ❌

1 chapter

🌼 Fluff for Bakugo / Kirishima. Bakugo thinks he's being obvious, but Kirishima is oblivious. But they like each other, so it's okay!

Silver Linings

Completed 🍀 Read ❌

1 chapter

🌵🌼 Kirishima's quirk never takes the same pattern over his skin when it hardens, and as a result Kirishima's body soon becomes littered with scars, chaotic webs of scarring over his skin. At first he thinks they're funny, then not so much.

I’m sick of being okay against my will

Completed ☘️ Read ❌

2/? Chapters updated 2021-01-27

🌵🌹 Bakugo would never accept that he was weak enough to suffer from mental health issues. Until one day he had no choice.

This may be Midoriya x Bakugo x Kirishima, but I haven’t read it yet so if/when I do I’ll fix it. Or if someone confirms this and tells me I’ll fix it but for now it’s in Kiribaku!

The Wings That Free Me

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3/? Chapters updated 2021-02-03

🌹🌼 Eijiro Kirishima is a boy from a small farming family out in the country. They live in a Small town that most likely isn’t even on the map. Kirishima loves his family but feels like there’s something or someone out there that could fill the emptiness inside him. On one of the hottest days in the summer Eijiro finds somethi- someONE, who is in desperate need of his help. His life takes a turn, for better? Or for worse?

Doubt

Completed ☘️ Read ❌

3/4 chapters updated 2021-02-05

🌵🌹 “Are you even fucking listening to me?” Bakugou’s voice cuts through the distracted haze Eijirou’s found himself in, and ah, shit, and Eijirou just pastes on an apologetic grin. Red eyes narrow in clear annoyance and his mouth opens, probably to berate Eijirou for wasting his time, but Eijirou just can’t hold it back anymore. “I really like you, Bakugou. Do you wanna go on a date?” he blurts. Bakugou blinks in clear shock, leaning back a bit, as he stares at Eijirou, and holy shit, he’s so attractive, his lips parted and eyes wide, almost frozen in place. It feels like they’re both trapped in some kind of limbo, some kind of weird place where nothing can happen until Bakugou responds, and Eijirou can’t do anything but wait. Wait for what feels like hours until Bakugou opens his mouth and— “Get out.” What?

Unusual Morning

Completed 🍀 Read ✔️

1 chapter

🌼 Eijirou was almost getting into the car, and leaving for work, when he heard Katsuki calling him at the door - having little Keiko on his lap. What would Kirishima have forgotten that unusual morning?

The Story of Trust

Completed ☘️ Read not done yet

12/? Chapters updated 2021-04-04 left off on 4

🌵❌ Eijiro Kirishima starts college and a hot tempered blonde catches his eye. He is determined to befriend him, but their relationship becomes so much more. Even when past relationships haven't gone as planned, can Katsuki even trust Eijiro? This is a story about healing and a certain blonde slowly, but surely, trusting our favorite redhead sunshine boy.

CHECK THE TAGS OF THIS ONE!!!

You are the only exception

Completed 🍀 Read ❌

1 chapter

🌼 Bakugou gets sick and angry at everything but Kirishima is there to help whether Bakugo wants it or not

Pictures

Completed 🍀 Read ✔️

1 chapter

🌵 kind of? It’s a sad fic but short and good. Also kind of a light sad, not like “angst here! Angst there! What’s this behind the corner? MORE ANGST!”

Katsuki wanders around the old house he had recently moved into. Having chosen a room, he goes up the steep attic stairs. He's greeted with lots of dust, but there are a couple boxes up here, which wasn't brought by them. Curious, he opens them. What he finds are dozens of pictures someone took of their family and friends. Judging from the quality (and dates on the picture), Katsuki knew that they were old.

Are these dates?

Completed ☘️ Read ❌

2/? Chapters updated 2021-02-23

🌹🌼 Bakugou realizes that he and Kirishima have been hanging out a lot. He doesn't know if they are dates or not but he knows he wouldn't mind. They go on dates while Bakugou tries to gain the courage to ask him out. OR bakugou kinda wants to date kirishima so he tries to impress him on these dates while kirishima is also trying to do the same. Bakugou will probably buy him gifts but they're going to be weird gifts cause he doesn't know how to buy them.

Committing Gay Arson

Completed 🍀 Read ✔️

1 chapter

🌹🌼Katsuki waits three whole seconds before getting irked. “Quit dawdling and tell me what you want.” Kirishima perks up, grinning. “Do you want to commit gay arson?” he asks.

They May Not be Perfect but They Make it Work

Completed 🍀 Read ❌

2/2 chapters

Bakugou and kirishima aren’t perfect, but with a little push and pull they make what they have work. Or, Bakugou and kirishima confess but not without some hurt/comfort first

TodoBaku

DJ’s like coffee right?

Completed 🍀 Read ❌

2/2 chapters and part of a collection

🌼Bakugou struggles to ask the new DJ and the club on a date, and he has very good friends

SeroIida

Closet Case

Completed 🍀 Read ✔️

1 chapter

🌼When Sero Hanta’s friends almost discover his relationship with Iida Tenya, he does the only rational thing... stick his boyfriend in the closet!

Let Your Tongue Speak What Your Heart Thinks

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1 chapter

🌼 Tenya has a crush on a classmate and immediately goes to Tensei. Tensei's advice? To be upfront about his feelings and talk to the person! Just to be honest and open. It turns out that Tensei should have clarified that it should probably be a private conversation... Because now Tenya can't control the things he says in class.

Who Gave you the right to be so Buff? I just wanna thank them.

Completed 🍀 Read ❌

6/6 chapters! And part of a series!

🌼 5 times Iida’s strength leaves Sero a blubbering and confused fool, and the one time he finally decides to do something about the weird feelings said class president is making him feel.

Shinkami

“Wisdom? Wisdom! ...huh?”

Completed 🍀 Read ✔️

1 chapter

🌼Kaminari has to get his wisdom teeth removed. Aizawa has to bring him because they're at the dorms and therefore his parents can't, the Bakusquad is a tight knit group so of course they have to come and his son is dating electrical problem child a.k.a the loud blond™. Of course Ashido and Sero filmed everything, what kind of friend wouldn't film you when you're high of anesthesia?

What’s luck got to do with it

Completed ☘️ Read not finished

5/7 chapters updated 2021-03-01

🌹🌼 In the second row, two seats back, there’s a blonde boy with a black lightning bolt design in his hair. He’s tapping the fingers of one hand on his other arm, the thumb of his other hand tucked into his mouth so he can bite his nail, and one leg is bouncing incessantly under his desk. His golden eyes flick from Hitoshi to his classmates, to the window, then back to Hitoshi, like he was either nervous or bad at keeping his focus in one area for long. Every bit of advice ever given to Hitoshi by his dad about not falling for loud blondes instantly flies out of his head.

This is also a soulmate AU!

Where We Collide

Completed ☘️ Read ❌

1/3 chapters Updated 2021-03-01

Hitoshi Shinsou has spent his whole life watching people treat him like a villain in the making. Denki Kaminari has spent just as much time being laughed at for his quirk's side effects. The two strike up something of an odd friendship after Shinsou is transferred into the hero course for their second year. Between their quirk-related baggage, their academic struggles, and their dreams, they may just learn they understand each other more than they realize. Canon compliant up to the Joint Training Arc.

Pick-Up Lines Under the Stars

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1 chapter

Denki Kaminari is a flirt but that doesn't mean he's a good one. His pick-up lines are cheesy and poorly timed but everyone's gotten used to it by now. But when Shinso starts flirting back, that's when things changed. Rated Teen because of language (Bakugo swearing)

Highschool Sweethearts

Completed 🍀 read ✔️

1 chapter

🌵🌹🌼 Denki liked Shinsou for a while, and what better way to confess to the smartest, most caring, talented and handsome person you know other than a sappy love letter. Fool proof, right?

Warning: underage drinking

Gmmm

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haksluvr · 3 years

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Ain’t Shit.

✎ fic: katsuki cheats but the reader doesn’t gaf.

✎ ships: black! fem reader x aged up! katsuki bakugou.

✎ tws: angst. ~ language. ~ suggestive (mentions of sex). ~ cheating.

✎ wc: 1.1k

✎ a/n: shout out to my bestie @katsumiiii for helping me out and beta reading this fic. i’m tired of reading cheating content where the reader is a absolute mess when said character cheats. its even worse when they take them back without no repercussions so I decided to change that. enjoy ! and yes, it was kinda inspired by doja cat’s new song “ain’t shit.”

denki vrs (coming soon.)

Katsuki fucked up. Badly. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to that damn party. He knew he shouldn’t have allowed himself to drink as much as he did and let those toxic liquids intoxicate him to the point of acting straight foolish. He knew he shouldn’t have allowed another person, someone who isn’t you, to roam and touch his broad body freely as he did the same. He knew he shouldn’t have followed them to a secluded area, and engaged with them in such a dirty way. He knew, he knew, but if he knew better, why did he allow himself to continue? To push further when all he could have done was simply go. But there is no point dwelling on the past. What was done is done and there’s no changing that. He needs to focus on the present. Which is telling you that he…. cheated. That’s such a vile word. In any context. However, that's the only word that can describe what he did. And god does he hate it. Hell, he doesn’t even want to tell you. Nevertheless, he has to. For one, it’s one of Katsuki’s biggest morals. Being truthful. Especially towards you.

So, to uphold such sacred promise is to continue with it. Even if he’s scared shitless. Simply trying to swallow his saliva to calm his overwhelming nerves feels like trying to swallow molasses, the substance seemingly thicker than he remembered and nearly causing him to choke on his own spit. His heart beats at incredible speed and feels as if it will beat right out of his body. Katsuki walks slow, as if he’s trying to slow time before he has to tell you his secret. As if to persevere you and your current relationship. He sees you are in your bathroom, slowly parting your hair into some two strand twists. He decided to sleep over at your house to “spend time with you or some shit like that” but in reality he was only trying to ease his conscience, which didn’t work. Whatsoever. In fact, his conscience seemed overbearing, screaming at him to tell you. To which he is doing right at this moment.

“Y/n”, He said in such a lowly tone, not his usual booming voice. “Hmm.” “We need to talk.” You quickly glance over to his reflection in the mirror, seeing him slouched over the door post with his head facing the floor. You quickly grab your black scrunchies and tie your parts into small buns and swiftly turn towards him and slightly lean your lower back on the marble bathroom counter. “I’m listening,” you said nonchalantly with your arms folded.

“You remember the dumbass party Denki hosted,” Katsuki’s voice started getting horse by this time and you started catching on quickly. “Yeah.” “It was so stupid and I shouldn’t have gone. I literally wasted my time and-“ “Get to the point, Katsuki.” Shit. You were never down with bullshit and he loved you for that, but this would be the first time he truly hated it. He decided to look up at you and soon regretted that choice. There you were, leaning slightly on the counter with your shins crossed. you were wearing black leggings with a black sports tee-shirt. His tee-shirt. You stared at him with a straight face; your two-toned plump lips slightly poked out and your eyes were set low. Your brown skin seemed to glow under the bland bathroom lights. You looked perfect. You were perfect.“ Well I got wasted and I met another girl there and we…” he started to trail off; his voice seemed to get quieter by the moment. “Fucked.” He looked at you with wide eyes, flabbergasted that you just said that with such ease. “You fucked, right ?”, you stayed in the exact same position with the same expression displayed on your face. “Yeah.”

You quickly push your lips together and turn around to face the mirror again , starting back on your hair. “Okay.” Okay? Okay?! That's all you had to say? Maybe you were still in shock so Katsuki decided to stay quiet to let you sink everything in. Maybe you would start crying ? Maybe start screaming at him? He deserved it. He knows that, yet you carried on with your hair, greasing your scalp and combing your hair.

“Okay..? What the hell do you mean by okay?” “Okay as in I heard you nigga.” You glanced over at him in the mirror and he was staring right at you, frowning. “Did you hear what I just said?! I said-“ ''I heard your ass loud and clear.” Why were you acting like that? He cheated on you for shitsake. Slept with someone who wasn’t you and you just responded with a “okay.” ? You take notice of his bewildered appearance and smirk a bit. “I already knew, I was just waiting for you to grow some balls to tell me.” By the time he tried to make eye contact once again, you were already back with doing your hair, quickly moisturizing and twisting your hair. You knew? But how?

“When you’re done trying be Sherlock Holmes over there, you can start backing your shit and getting the fuck out my house”, you said quite calmly. Katsuki felt his heart drop his stomach. No. No no no no no. It’s not supposed to end like this. You both haven’t even talked about it. He can’t lose you like this. “Wait hold on y/n- Fuck. You haven’t even heard all of it.” Now he was standing straight, wide eyes wildly looking at you trying to find yours, and body burning with anxiety. “What are you talking about Katsuki? You’re making it seem like you tripped and accidentally fell into someone else’s pussy when we both know you allowed yourself to sleep with someone else.” “Wait-“ “ Kat- Bakugou. Quit playing and get out.” Fuck. That hurt. He’s losing you. All because he went to that party. None of this wouldn’t be happening if only he didn’t do what he did but he can’t change anything. Unfortunately.

His eyes begin to burn as tears start to immediately fall down his scarlet face. He hastily rubs them trying to stop them but his body goes against him and more tears fall. “Please y/n… I’m begging you. I’ll never do it again I promise.” You once again turn around to face him. He looked pitiful honestly and you would be lying if you said you hated seeing him like this. He looked over at you, his eyes begging for another chance. You almost felt bad for him. Almost. You bit the side of your mouth. “Bakugou.” “Don’t call me that.” You lazily blink. “Get out my house.”

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white-poppie · 3 years

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Bakugou, kirishima, and todoroki reacting to their female s/o ( or not it can be non-binary) dancing bachata? You don’t have to do it but i think it would be really cute.

-Cries in a dancer- I love dancing. So, of course, you are going to get an ff, Baby bee. I am just going to change the dance form because I am afraid I do not know much about bachata and then the fic may be inaccurate.

Bakugou

Music: https://open.spotify.com/track/0BNQdhKugKzoezQVkHB1TA?si=0883ed56457c4980

Bakugou Katsuki was woken up by faint thumping noise coming from your room. Being the pessimistic person he is, he immediately assumed the worst. What if you were being kidnapped by a villain? What if you had fallen and hurt yourself?

He blasted the door off which made you jump in surprise.

“What are you doing, nerd?” He growled, “are you hurt?”

“Aww...Suki cares for me, I am so extremely flattered,” you theatrically posed.

“Don’t act so high and mighty; what was that noise?”

You laughed holding your chest which was already heaving from dancing.

“Katsuki Bakugou, I was just practising dance.”

“Does my house look like a dance studio to you?” He deadpanned.

“OUR house, and sure, I will go to a dance studio,” you shrugged.

“Oi!”

“Yeah?”

“Dan..dance for me,” he said looking at the floor.

“What? I couldn’t hear you properly,” you replied innocently.

A demonic growl escaped his throat, “dance for me.”

“No.”

“No?”

“You forgot the magic word ‘Suki,” you snickered

“Dance for me...please.”

He looked at you, the way your feet barely touched the floor, how you moved like a swan on the marble floor and how your movements were smooth like silk, He was mesmerised.

“How was it?”

“It was nice...” he grumbled.

“Will you dance with me?”

“I don’t know how to.”

“You don’t have to feel shy, all you have to do is hug me and just sway around, it's for fun Katsuki, no one will ever judge my Boom Boom boy.”

“I am not your boom boom boy and I am not dancing."

"Pleaseee."

"No"

"Pretty Please"

"I SAIS NO!" He huffed.

"Fine, but buy me ice cream now."

Todoroki

Music: https://open.spotify.com/track/6fhG2KJgwO7CrNflRaRmvp?si=85e08b293cd34406

Being a pro hero was extremely difficult, so you did as much as you could to support Shoto. He never asked you for anything, but that was the least you could do. So as soon as you came from work, you cleaned the house, prepared a bath for him and made dinner.

It was difficult of course, but it was nothing as compared to the work Shoto did daily.

You played songs on your phone as you cleaned. After you were done you realized there still was sometime before Shoto came home.

You kept dancing for a while and what you didn't notice was Shoto standing on the doorframe, watching as your left leg followed your right and as you spun around on the lacquered floor.

As soon as you finished, you were showered with claps that made turn your face towards the door.

"I never knew you could dance and that also so well," he said.

"Ahh...it was nothing," you rubbed the nape of your neck embarrassed.

"I beg to differ."

"I express my cordial gratitude that I was able to witness such an exquisite performance. However..." He stretched his hand like royalty, and feel on one knee, "May I owe this dance with the dear prince/princess/my'they'dy?"

"Of course, my prince," you took his hand and he spun you around, his left hand on your shoulder and right hand wrapped around your waist.

"These are the days when I just want to lose myself in your eyes," you said as you planted a kiss on his nose. Your eyes fluttered close, and you nuzzled your nose in his shoulder as you spent the rest of the evening dancing in your room.

(0///////0) White Poppie, Cause of death: too much cuteness.

Kirishima

Music: https://open.spotify.com/track/65uoaqX5qcjXZRheAj1qQT?si=ab9fd2dc4adc4aed

"Y/N it's your turn to dance!" Mina said jumping from one foot to another. "No Ashido...I don't want to," you said looking at the rest of Bakusquad in hope that they would interrupt.

"Come on Y/N!! I have never seen you dance!" Ejirou said.

"Huh? Never?!" Denki replied.

"Y/N! Y/N!" they all cheered except Katsuki who had gone to sleep at 8:30.

"Fine," you grumbled.

Everyone cheered, but Kirishima felt as if only you were the one present in the room, the way you twirled and jumped, the way your movements felt like fluid, it was so enticing.

After the reunion, you and Ejirou went home and changed into some comfortable clothes.

"Y/N let's dance!" Ejirou said.

"Now?"

"Yes, now!" Ejirou plugged in the aux cord and played some of his favourite pop songs as you two danced like no one was watching.

"EJIROU! be careful, the vase may break!"

"No, it won't!" CRASH!

You looked at Ejirou disappointed, "Well?"

A few moments of silence and then you both started laughing like hooligans.

You jumped around randomly, did funny monkey dances and danced till sunrise.

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sukiglycerin · 3 years

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it takes two || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, teeny bit of angst

* words: 1,647

* warnings: brief fighting scene (implied), swearing (duh), a lil bit of insecure katsuki but ofc comfort after, reader is mentioned to be in the hero business field, KATSUKI WEARS SHOES IN THE HOUSE !!! can you believe the audacity-

* original request: Hello dear :)) Can I request a Bakugou x reader fic where he gets hit by a clone quirk and the clone is like the complete opposite of him, personality-wise, and Bakugou frequently loses his temper because the clone keeps hitting on his s/o I am sorry for bothering you :(

* a/n: you? bother me? never. actually, i’m sorry this took so long to complete! i’m hoping i can restart a consistent posting schedule soon. happy early birthday bakugou! this is my gift :) i hope you all enjoy~ i love @toishi for proofreading this T^T

it’s a lazy day for you. all you’ve been doing is sleeping, waking up occasionally to eat, and indulging in six different rhythm games despite your lack of rhythm, it’s a good day, snuggled up under the mountains of fuzzy blankets and squished in between soft pillows on your bed, your favorite song quietly playing from your phone on your nightstand. natural light fills your otherwise unlit room, curtains pushed aside to let the sun shine in her full glory. time is idle in this sanctuary of yours for only today; whether a minute or an hour has passed is something out of your concern.

there’s nothing different when bakugou comes home, the jingle of keys and click of the door telling you that it’s him. he’s oddly quiet, though, and for a second you’re almost wondering why he hasn’t yelled “i’m home, dumbass!” before said blond peeks his head into the room.

“hey, love,” he flashes a rare smile. it’s kind, like the soft light of the sun you've become so acquainted with. “i’m home.”

“hey?” you sit up, propping the pillows behind you so you can comfortably lean against the headboard of your bed. “you feeling alright?”

you expect a gruff reply of “the fuck are you talking about?” and a scowl, but get the opposite. a pleasant expression graces katsuki's face, which makes him look more handsome than usual. his hair almost seems tame this way. he’s also uncharacteristically clean; his costume is usually dirt-treaded and at least a little battered whenever he returns from hero patrol. now, though? his outfit is pristine, as if pulled out from a laundromat and ironed professionally. there’s a ghost of a frown on your lips.

"i'm lovely, now that i can see you." the line is spoken like a sappy confession from the male lead of a k-drama; you'd laugh if it wasn't for your utter confusion about katsuki's sudden change in demeanor. his facial expression is twisted in such a gallant way that it arouses suspicion in you.

you’re opening your mouth to reply when there’s a startling crashing at the front door. katsuki’s face falls into downhearted dread, as if expecting the intrusion. his reaction surprises you more than the intrusion itself. the door slams shut in the distance, rattling the house. the sound of boots clomping against the hardwood floor frightens you as you thrust your warm sheets aside (alas, they could wait) and reach for your bat under the bed. katsuki only stares at you, transfixed, and you feel the slightest urge to clobber him with the weapon. why isn’t he ready to fight? you’re up and approaching the doorway of your bedroom when you stop in your tracks.

“hey, fucker!” a loud, abrasive voice yells from down the hallway. “i found ya!”

you recognize that timbre in an instant, then turn to look at katsuki, still standing at your bedside, with a questioning gaze. he’s wearing an expression you never thought you’d see your husband have - his eyes are wide, mouth agape like a deer in headlights.

despite this vote of inconfidence from him, you pad forward slowly, bat gripped tightly and slung over your shoulder. you plunge forward, passing the doorway and glancing left. a shadowy figure stands five feet from you, its stature menacing. you swing blindly, but you bat is only met with more air. the figure is a little bit further now - damnit, it had good reflexes.

“you could still use some work on that swing,” it lowly chuckles and confuses you. you squint, trying to make out who in the world this guy thinks he is to comment on your swing. you gasp, faltering your grip on the bat.

“k-katsuki? what?”

“got hit with a stupid clone quirk on patrol,” this katsuki grumbles bitterly, stepping towards you. he’s dressed in his full hero costume, green grenadier bracers a tight fit in the narrow hallway. “i apprehended the guy but my clone won’t stop following me around. it’s stupidly fast, too, whenever i try to catch it.”

“....and,” you start, “how do i know that you’re not the clone?” you pretend to inspect him close, eyes slowly trailing from the tips of his spiky, golden hair to his black combat boots. (oh, man, you were going to yell at him about wearing shoes in the house later.)

“don’t start this inception bullshit with me now,” he groans.

“what’s katsuki bakugou’s favorite food?” you question, though you have no doubt that this katsuki is the real one.

“anything spicy,” he bemoans. “now, let me-”

“that was an easy one.” you shake your head. “what was the first idea katsuki bakugou had for a hero name idea instead of lord explosion murder?”

if you were in better light, you’re sure you would’ve seen his cheeks flush pink.

“mighty boom,” he mumbles.

“sorry, what was that?” you tease.

“mighty boom!” he half-shouts, flustered.

“oh, okay, so you’re the real katsuki,” you say. “how do we defeat the clone?’

“according to the quirk user, it should disappear after two or three hours. but it can’t really do much harm, as long as it’s not in the sight of the user himself,” he says. “now let me at ‘im. he’s making a fool of myself.”

he attempts to shove himself forward, but you stop him before he can see through the door frame. you glance at the clone, who’s looking at you with round, ruby eyes. he looks like a puppy with that innocent expression, and for a split second, you think that you actually might miss the calm, charming air of this katsuki. turning back to the real katsuki, who pretends not to notice the shift in your eyes, you exhale.

“have at it, but take it outside first, please. i can’t have you tracking in more dirt.” you look to the dirt-ridden footprints behind him on the wooden flooring, sighing.

but in a flash he’s past you - wow, you really weren’t blocking him at all before, were you? - outfit a blur of black, green, and orange as he seizes the clone, slings it over his shoulder like it's made of air, and vanishes past you and out the door. he seldom leaves a trace of dirt, this time, smooth maneuvering himself outside while the clone bids you one last pleading farewell.

you hear blasting, yelling, and yelps, the lattermost presumably the clone’s, barely muffled from your position inside. your first thought wonders what the neighbors will think. you glance one last time at the tracks of katsuki’s boots then turn back to your room. he’d have to mop up that mess later.

ten minutes and an eternity later, katsuki returns inside. by the pause at the front door, you figure one of two things: katsuki’s either taking the time to take off his shoes and put them away properly or staring at the filth he left on the floor. you’re hoping it’s the former. his footsteps are light as he goes to fetch a mop and clean the mess.

finished, he shuffles into your shared room and briefly looks at your comfortable position on the bed.

“what?” you whine. “hero business is hard. i needed a day off.”

this earns a laugh from the man, who’s in the process of removing his gauntlets and stowing them away. he shrugs off the rest of his costume, opting for much more comfortable attire and dropping his mask on a dresser.

“how was your day?” you ask when he snuggles next to you on the bed. he’s sweaty and smells deeply of caramel, but you’ll nag him to shower later. the wear shows in his eyes and movement, sluggish after a long day of work.

“good,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth. “except for that clone bastard.”

you hum, joking, “he was charming, though.”

when he looks up at you with a vulnerable look in his eyes, you regret it.

“did you… really like him that much?” his voice is hoarse, scarcely a whisper. he averts his eyes, fiddling with the hem of your shirt sleeve.

“of course not,” you reply tenderly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. he still can’t look you in the eyes.

“you know you’ll always be number one in my heart, right? even if you’re not the number one hero, you’re the constant in my heart.” you touch your chest, right over your heart.

“y-you sure?” his words crackle like dying embers, inconsistent and unstable, flakes of lit ash that weakly dissipate into the atmosphere. a waning fire is still warm, though; with a bit of oxygen it can be rejuvenated, relit, and burn bright once again.

“am i one to be wrong?” you ask him, and he faintly shakes his head. “i fell in love with you not for your looks, katsuki… i don’t want a disney prince. i want you, not some fairytale guy.”

“i yell, and i’m brash-”

you cut him off, chuckling, “and that’s what i love about you. you don’t-” you make a vague gesture with your hands, then drop them, unsure how to articulate your thoughts. “you don’t care what people think. you’re unapologetically… you.”

“you sure?” katsuki tries again. “that- that guy, that thing- you sure you don’t prefer a guy that’ll buy you roses with a note on the tag that says ‘you are the most beautiful flower in my garden’ in fancy cursive script on it?”

“do people really do that?” you frown. “i mean, i hope no guy does that for me-” katsuki exhales a breath of relief. you look at him questioningly but don’t press the issue.

“i love you, katsuki,” you finish, “and no shitty clone will ever change that. ever.”

while he showers, katsuki’s thankful that he burned the roses from some secret admirer he found in your shoe locker during your high school days.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #bnha angst #bakugou headcanons #bnha headcanons #luna's writing

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Scream for Me

Kaminari Denki

word count : 5.7k

[ ✘ (nsfw 18+) ]

themes : villain!denki, yandere!denki, implied stalking/obsession, DUBCON, coercion, quirk use… denki has a tongue piercing

bio : It’s been two years since your hero best friend fell off the face of the earth, and since then, he’s resurfaced as a prominent villain. You don’t want anything to do with him. So naturally, he comes to you.

author’s note : this is for bnha bookclub’s bingo event, for which i can now cross off the “hero turned villain” slot ;) once again this fic contains DUBCON so please beware before you continue… also so sorry if denks is OOC in this— i am aware that in canon he does not have a mean bone in his body

side note: this fic is dedicated to @fanfic-me-up , the beautiful bday queen! she deserves the best, so please wish her a happy birthday! also, a great big thanks to @hawks-senseis and @boom-bakugou for beta’ing <3

also available on AO3 here

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🄳eep bass rattles your bones as you step around the glowing dance floor, drunken bodies bumping into your sides carelessly. It’s some electronic song pumping through the speakers and causing your ears to buzz, your tongue sliding over your lip as you make your way back to your tabe. The group you’re with barely even notices your return, your adventure proving victorious as you harbor a sweating glass in each hand. The fruity concoction initially tastes sweet on your tongue, the burn of the alcohol bleeding in afterwards and making your face twist in a bitter scowl. So much for the bartender’s lame attempt at flirting— his promise of “you won’t be able to taste the vodka at all!” falling flat.

Your flavor of the night throws back a shot from the table, the sticky glass clinking loudly as he slams it down. He’s cute enough— your classic type: tall and slender, a sleeve decorating his tan arm with swirls of ink, dark hair hanging over his bright eyes, and pink lip adorned with a silver ring. In your opinion, he’s the hottest of his group, which had joined your pack of girls nearly as soon as you’d entered the threshold.

Yet for some reason, you find yourself restless as he grinds against you, his hands firm atop your hips. Maybe he isn’t as hot as you think… or maybe you’re not trying to score tonight. Ha, as if that could ever be the case. Maybe you’re not drunk enough, or maybe you need to top off with something better than alcohol. Rolling your neck, you place your head on his shoulder, his hands immediately gliding up your torso to pull you closer against him. You can feel his semi through his jeans, and the recognition of it makes you smirk, closing your mascara-framed eyes and allowing him to sway you to the beat.

And you try to enjoy it— you really do.

But still, there’s something off.

There’s this itchy feeling of dread crawling across your skin, spreading over your body and seizing your heart with an icy fist. The poor muscle starts to beat furiously against its sudden confines, your eyes opening and moving to survey your surroundings— feeling like prey about to meet its certain fate.

That’s when you see him.

He’s right by the exit of the club, illuminated by the harsh fluorescent glow of the neon signs on the wall. Physically speaking, you can’t see much of him— he’s all the way across the room in a crowded, dinghy club— barely enough light for you to see his face. And yet, those haunting, golden eyes pierce straight into you. You freeze, bottom lip allowing gravity to take it prisoner, your breath caught midway in your shriveling lungs. The guy you’re dancing with doesn’t seem to notice, only pressing his hips harder into your ass.

It feels like you’re ripping roots from the earth as your feet move on their own accord, first one trembling step— then two. Now that you’re level with him on the main dance floor, he’s swallowed up into the tangling sea of shadowy limbs. You try to push your way over to the exit, but by the time you stumble out of the crowd, he’s nowhere to be found.

Whatever kind of buzz you had previously felt is instantly cut short. Trepidation oozes into your veins, chilling your bones and sending shivers all the way to your toes. On one hand, you want to believe in yourself— you’re sure that you’d seen him— but on the other hand, dismissing the sighting of the man would be much easier to do. And you hadn’t seen him in front of you in two years… the thought makes your chest feel tight, torn and bleeding with discomfort.

You miss him so much.

But even if you could see him again, he’s not the same boy you adored anymore… no, that would be impossible. And he could never be here, in this club, either. It might not be the best part of town, but it’s still a bustling spot in the city night life. There’s no way someone with his level of fame could just show up to a popular club like this on a Friday night, undetected.

So you write it off— take the easy way out. You’re drunk, there’s a lot of people here, and you were probably just looking for a reason to get off that guy at the table. That’s all it can be; your mind playing tricks on you. Of course, you hadn’t seen him.

That would be ridiculous.

Impossible.

It’s no surprise you feel sick to your stomach at the very idea of seeing him. Whether it’s because your stomach is filled to the brim with butterflies, or because your body feels shocked— as if his electricity crawls across your skin and makes your hairs stand on end— you’re not sure. Making your way to the back of the club, you somehow find the hallway void of a bathroom line. Never had you been graced with such a blessing, and you quickly make your way toward the door, giddy to be able to have a moment to yourself.

Once you’re inside the room, you take a moment to examine yourself in the mirror. Your hands planted on the countertop, you lean in close, eyes searching your reflection for anything that could be off. You still just don’t feel right, and you’re not sure why. The walls are colored in a dark turquoise hue, the black marble counter opaque and matching the dark stalls behind you. Fingers fidgeting for something to do, you pluck the lipstick out of your comically small purse, lining your lips before blotting the color with a paper towel.

A low wolf whistle splices the still air of the lavatory, echoing lowly on the tiled walls.

Every cell in your body is frozen, your gaze trained on a pair of yellow, slitted eyes over your shoulder. He’s slipping out of one of the stalls, taking his time as he crosses the room only to turn the lock on the door. Your heart starts to beat again at the realization that he’s really here, and that he’s just sealed the two of you in together.

Escape is the only thing on your mind right now, your eyes darting between the door, the vents on the ceiling, and the window that looks just a bit too small for you to wiggle through. Fear begins to bubble into your bloodstream, burning you with its sheer cold, like dry ice on naked skin.

“Cat got your tongue?”

His voice is just like it was before he disappeared, but all signs of his playful, positive attitude are absent. Instead, he sounds almost bored… and there’s this tone to his inflection that feels like cough syrup— thick and sticky, leaving a rancid taste at the back of your tongue.

Poison.

He keeps his distance from you, content to just watch your gaze in the reflection before you. You can’t help but look at him; too terrified that if you look away, he’ll be gone and then there’s no denying you’re crazy. You’ll have to get checked into an asylum or something, because you’re certified insane— nevermind if you’re imagining him— you can’t help but think he looks good. Really good.

Dressed in black from head to toe, he looks like he’s one with the shadows of the night. Even his hair is black now, raven strands perfectly framing his handsome face. The yellow streak in his hair is in the shape of a lightning bolt, colors inverse of what they used to be, when he was a peppy blonde. But those days are long over now, and the snakebite piercings adorning his full lower lip draw you in, much to your dismay. He looks damn good in his distressed jeans, the leather jacket sitting just right on his shoulders. And just like the last time you’d seen him, a tight, black choker sits perfectly on his throat.

“What, hmm? Nothin’ to say, sunshine?” Oh, that name. The term he had so affectionately coined you when you were still just classmates. When you were his best friend.

It takes a moment for you to think, and another for you to actually force the words out of your mouth. “What are you doing here, Denki?” You sound totally breathless, and it’s partly because you are— you’re completely shocked that he’s here, with you, in some nightclub bathroom. The balls he has to be out in public right now…

“And I thought you’d be happy to see me,” he says, lips curled into a displeased frown, and those big, golden eyes trailing up and down your body, assessing you in the same manner you had him. But he doesn’t stare; he’s already looked at you for plenty long. He’s over just simply looking at you. “It’s so good to hear your voice, Y/N.”

You don’t know what to say to him. After two years of Kaminari Denki dropping off the face of the earth, and more recently appearing on Japan’s ‘Most Wanted’ list instead, he’s come to you out of the blue. How did he know where to find you tonight? Does he have someone watching you? Is he… Does he still have those feelings that he used to pretend didn’t exist?

“Why are you here?” You try again, whispering, like anyone will be able to hear you over the thumping bass outside. But Denki hears you, leisurely stalking over to you.

Whipping around, your trembling fingers grab onto the edge of the countertop. You’ve read the articles, heard the news. You know the things he’s done. The terrible, unspeakable things.

Denki stops a step away from you, tongue glazing over his lip as his eyes rake over your front. A flash of metal between his lips catches your eye, glimmering in the harsh overhead lights before it’s gone.

“To see you, of course.”

He’s close now, and you can see that he’s taller, broader— more muscular than before, even underneath his jacket. His physique distracts you from his words for a moment, softening the devastating blow of fear. Your widening eyes jump up to lock with his, his gaze casting a sinister gleam over your rapidly-heating cheeks.

Denki closes the distance between you, gripping onto the side of the counter and leaning down to hang his face in front of yours. He smells slightly like smoke, stale cologne wafting onto you as his hips gently meet yours, trapping you against the sink behind you. His belt buckle presses onto your stomach, digging into you as he takes a deep breath beside your neck. You’re paralyzed beneath him, sucking in a small gasp as his fingers trace over the bottom of your spine, tingles shooting through you.

“Did you miss me? Because I missed you,” he murmurs against your throat, the cool gold of his earring dragging on your jaw. “So fucking much.”

His fingers trail to the back of your hips, palms landing on your dress as he squeezes your waist and pulls you closer to him. Your chests bump together, your cleavage pressing onto his front. Your hands fly up to push his shoulders, hating how your feelings clash against each other, turmoil brewing in your stomach. “Let me go,” you plead, spine stiffening as his fingers knead at you.

Denki chuckles, nipping at your skin and trailing the tip of his tongue along the column on your throat. “That’s not how this works, sunshine.” He pulls back to drop his gaze to your lips before his honeyed eyes swallow yours again. Wicked intent swirls in those caramel irises, tendrils of terror snagging tight around your throat. And yet, some small, sick part of you feels safe, feels comfortable in front of him— as if he’s the same guy who would stay up all night long with you just to play the latest video game, or do something crazy like make cupcakes or drive to the beach at four in the morning. As if you don’t know what he’s done since the last time you’ve seen him.

At the recollection of those unspeakable deeds, you whimper, heavy tears pooling along your lower lashes. “I’ll scream,” you threaten, though it doesn’t come out sounding like much of a threat.

A wide smirk curls the corners of his lips, that tongue jewelry making another brief appearance as he opens his mouth and leans into you. “You think anyone’s gonna hear us?” A dark brow rises on his forehead, amusement washed over his sharp features. “You’ll scream when I tell you to.”

Heat surges through your stomach at his crude suggestion, your body betraying you as his hands slide underneath your dress, his bare palms cupping your ass and distributing a confident squeeze. His fingers inch in between your legs, reaching out to ghost over your pussy through your thin, sheer thong.

The tough girl act proving fruitless, you decide to switch tactics. “Please, Denki, I don’t want to—”

“Why are you so fuckin’ wet, then?” He growls, fingertips pressing against your slit harder. He brings one hand before you, forcing you to look at the strands of slick that stretch between his fingers. Your face heats up, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. How could your body be so turned on right now, and your feelings so conflicted? The tension inside of you only worsens when he dips the fingers into his mouth, making a show of his pierced tongue stroking against them.

Finally his lips crash against yours, desire bursting inside of you and leaking into every corner of your body. You can’t move, can’t think, with his lips on you, moulding and pushing onto yours like waves in the restless sea. There’s passion behind his caress, a motive squandered and swept underneath the rug for far too long. He’s wanted you since high school, and now, he can finally have you.

“Please,” you beg quietly as you pull away, digits curling into the collar of his jacket, your lip trembling and a tear shooting down your face, “Denki, you’re scaring me.”

“Aw, cutie— no need to be scared,” Denki replies, rubbing the soaked front of your underwear as he smothers your neck with the gentlest kisses. “I’m the same old, lovable goof as before. Your Denki, your sparky. Well, one thing has changed… I waited for so long trying to think of something, anything that could make you realize how good I would treat you. I wasted so much time just playing my part as your best friend, a shoulder for you to cry on while your worthless boyfriends would betray you. It took me a while before I figured it out though—” he pauses for dramatic effect, leaning in so your lips brush “—that you love being treated bad.”

You’re speechless as his mouth conquers yours again, his tongue surprisingly sweet as it slides into your mouth with practiced ease. Your body is frozen solid for one whole second before your dignity withers and dies right before your very eyes, your thighs clenching together on either side of his intruding hand. His lips pull into a smirk, rough hands gathering the backs of your thighs before he sets your ass on the edge of the counter. It should be embarrassing how easily he peels your legs apart to stand between them, the heat leaking from his hard, jean-clad cock onto the inside of your thigh.

Noticing your stubborn hesitance, he sighs lowly as he takes his lips from yours, issuing a shockingly pleasant kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” he says, hand landing on your jaw to steer your gaze directly into his. For the first time tonight, you feel like you see the faintest glimpse of him. The real him, the one you loved and laughed and cried with. He’s sincere. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise. Unless… you’re into that?”

Your hand sails through the air automatically, an ingrained, pre-programmed response to his naughty suggestion. Only it doesn’t quite reach its target, for Denki’s strong grip keeps your wrist from moving any further. With a click of the tongue and a curt, unamused glance, he shoves your wrist back, pinning it against the cold mirror behind you. His other arm wraps tight around your waist, your bodies flush against each other.

“Bad girl. You gonna make me hold you down the whole time? That’s no fun,” he admonishes in your ear, hand scooping your ass through your dress and pressing you up against him. His erection digs into your thigh, hot and hard against your shivering skin, even through his jeans. “C’mon baby, m’gonna make you feel so good.”

You had sobered up at the sight of him, but now a new kind of intoxication sweeps through you, knocking you off your metaphorical feet and throwing you into the deep end of a sticky, ambrosial pool of desire. There’s no way you can say that you’d never thought of Denki ravaging you— you’d thought plenty about it, actually— but you’d never pictured it going quite like this. Even so, you can’t deny that his new look looks especially good in him, and as he’d previously pointed out, your body was more than happy to entertain him.

So you give in.

You only tilt your head back the slightest bit, and Denki’s already descending down onto you, starving tongue greedily slithering down your front. A hand tugs down the front of your dress, his lips wandering over the tops of your tits in your bra. Teeth dragging the silky material down, he groans as your bare chest is exposed, nuzzling a cheek against you as he begins to suck and nip at your flesh. The cool metal of his piercing beside the wet heat of his tongue washing over your nipples makes you moan, your free hand slapping over your mouth in mortification. But Denki only moans back, the lustful noise making your cunt twitch, longing for his attention.

Eager to please, he lets go of your wrist, maneuvering you in his hands so he can easily slide your thong to the side. His thumb dips into your entrance, gathering your abundant slick before it floats north, circling your pulsing clit. He swears against your tits, tongue still tracing your areola diligently as a fingertip begins to prod at your drooling hole. You can’t help but whine aloud, your head knocking back and your spine bending to press yourself into his caress. It’s wrong to be into this, you know this, and yet his tongue, his touch, his kiss— it overpowers all logic, your brain turning a blind eye as your body eats up every ounce of attention he offers.

You’re rewarded for your behavior when a slender finger slides into you, then another. The two digits begin to pump into you, curling as they disappear into your pussy, brushing deep inside of you. Denki trails his mouth back to yours, tongues tangling in a furious mess. Your fingers card through his inky locks, nails scraping his scalp as you grapple onto him. Your legs fold around his waist, hips rolling as he fucks his fingers into you tirelessly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this,” he groans, marigold eyes fixed on his digits slipping in and out of your dripping cunt. He sucks in a quick breath when your fingers find his belt, unfastening it and ripping down his fly. “Impatient?” he teases as you undo his pants, the dark denim falling along with his boxers.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, standing tall and proud as it pops out of its confines. There’s a thatch of blonde hair at the base of him, the very tip glistening with a swollen bead of pre. Hesitation long gone, you bring a hand to your mouth, allowing the thick saliva from the back of your throat to pool in your palm before you guide it back to him. Denki moans as your wet hand wraps around his throbbing length, squeezing just tight enough to feel how hard he really is. Slowly, you jerk him off, both your mouths parted as you pant, eyes boring into each other. His fingers thrust in turn with your fist, the squelching sound bouncing off the tiled walls.

It feels like your body is on fire, every movement of his hand stoking the flames, and you can only watch, helpless, as the inferno grows larger and livelier. There’s a small pressure forming in your stomach, your slick pouring out around him. You can’t contain your moans any longer, your arm curling around his neck to draw him close before your teeth take the skin of his neck hostage. Your noises of pleasure are hushed as they fall onto his throat, your lipstick smearing on the pale expanse of it.

Denki’s hips begin to move in accord with your hand, movements free and effortless as they greet your slippery fist. His cock is hot and swollen on your palm, veins bulging and rubbing against you. It’s only a matter of time before he’s had enough teasing, taking his fingers from you and swatting away your hand. He pants as he lines up the head of his cock with your glistening cunt, breath uneven. And then he’s pushing into you, stretching your silky walls wonderfully, burying himself inside you to the hilt.

You cry out when his hips bump yours, struggling to keep your half-lidded eyes open. Cheeks feeling hotter than ever, you wrap your other arm around his neck, pussy fluttering around his big cock as you adjust to his size. Surprisingly, Denki starts off slow, gently rocking his hips into yours. He sighs as his lips find yours again, the cold jewelry from his piercings foreign but welcome against your heated skin. He distracts you with his tongue as it slides between your lips, reaching out to greet yours. His fingers knead at your tits, your nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger. The tingling sensations fluster you as his thrusts start to become deeper, harder— each one gracing your sensitive walls with a rub of his thick veins. His tempo begins to hasten, cock pushing into your scorching, dripping heat just as quick as it retreats. The pair of you are moaning, gasping for breath, too lost in each others’ bodies to bother with worrying about being caught.

“Does that feel good? You like it when I stuff you with my cock, sunshine?” Denki purrs, tugging at your nipple between his fingers. His teeth ghost over your bottom lip, hips slapping loudly against yours as he continues his attack on your cunt. He groans loudly when your walls tremble around him, clenching down as he finds a new angle that allows him better access to your most intimate spots. “Fuck, your pussy fits me so perfectly, so wet and tight… Made just for me.”

Even though his sentiment should be concerning, you find yourself more turned on than ever, your submission leaking out and mixing with the lust surging through your body to create a cocktail of desire stronger than anything you’ve ever felt. Unadulterated moans float out of your parted lips, raw pleasure shooting into you as the head of his cock pounds into your g-spot. Your shaking legs spread on their own volition, welcoming him inside as deep as possible. Gasping his name, your hands slip underneath the hem of his shirt, exploring his warm skin and the taut muscles hidden below. “D-Denki! Oh, fuck!”

Denki growls beside your ear, the sound primal and heated. His pace continues, relentless, as he lets his hands fall from your tits, opting to clutch onto a thigh and hold you open for him instead. “You dunno how long— oh, fuck yes— nngh, you dunno how long I’ve been dreaming about this, Y/N. Y-You, moaning my name like the filthy little slut you are. My slut, my girl… My sunshine— shit!”

You whimper as he pulls out of you abruptly, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your thigh. His wet cock jerks against your pussy, which twitches in response, as if calling out for him and begging for his return. You pull at his hips, desperate for him to be inside of you again, wanting— no, needing for him to stretch you full.

He catches his breath pretty quick, letting out a low chuckle at your impatience. “Got a little too close there… this pussy is even better than I thought it’d be,” he explains, gathering you in his arms and placing you on your feet. He turns you around, pushing your back so you lay nearly flat, bent over the counter. Cock gliding against your slick folds, he evens his breathing as his thumbs pull your cunt apart, golden eyes settling on your twitching hole. Playful as always, he rubs the tip of his length over your entrance, not quite pushing hard enough to actually penetrate you. You watch him in the mirror before you, seemingly entranced in his own show.

“D-Denki,” you swallow your pride, restless to be stimulated again. At the sound of his name leaving your wanton lips, his eyes flicker up to meet yours in the reflection, filled with curiosity and mischief. “Please, put it back in… I… I need you, Denki.” You whisper the words, and it’s honestly a miracle that he hears your plea, for the club music still pounds through the thin door. The embarrassment is overwhelming, forcing you to close your eyes. You can’t bear to meet his gaze, shame coursing through you. Here you are, being ravaged by your ex-best friend, now turned villain, in a nightclub bathroom… begging for his cock, like a whore.

The feeling of his length pressing into your dripping heat shakes you from your shameful thoughts, eyes flying open to meet his caramel gaze again. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” Denki coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, “I need you, too.”

You can’t fathom any response, his thick length filling you to the brim as his hips jostle yours, completely inside. The stretch is superb with this new angle, the veins on his cock so deliciously stimulating your snug, velvet walls. He draws back, only to snap forward quickly, your legs quivering at the bliss that emanates from the wonderful stretch he provides. His words have a sinfully pleasurable effect on you, a shiver spreading over your form, and your spine bending, ass pressing into him even more.

Denki hums as he begins to hasten the tempo, soft smacks filling the stuffy air inside the room. His cock glides into you easily, lubricated by your copious arousal as you pulse around him. Your ass jiggles as he begins to swing his hips harder, drilling into your slobbering cunt with renewed passion. Rough hands clutch onto either of your arms, holding his own arms straight as he uses the new grip on you to further his momentum.

Stars dance before your eyes, his cock hammering into your most sensitive area. The position he has you in provides just the right angle for him to assault your g-spot, your jaw unhinging as a string of high-pitched moans tumbles from your throat. Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, rolling down your face and spattering against the dirty mirror as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. You try to form the words to warn him you’re about to cum, but you can’t think, let alone speak.

But it seems he doesn’t need your warning, for Denki analyzes your lewd expression in the reflection, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Go on, do it. C’mon sunshine, you can do it. Cum for me, fuck, cum with my cock stretching out your sloppy little hole,” he orders, still slamming into you ruthlessly. “I wanna hear you when you cum, lemme hear that pretty voice of yours— scream for me.”

You hate that his filthy words have such power, but that doesn’t deter your cunt from wringing snug around him, the coil in your stomach compressing tighter and tighter until your vision turns white and your body goes rigid. Waves of euphoria crash over you, sucking you into the sea of pleasure. Your lungs burn as you scream out, pure ecstasy zipping through your every limb. Denki has to stop thrusting, his grip digging into your skin as he struggles to keep his own orgasm at bay. Your pussy constricting around him has him losing his breath, teeth descending onto his bottom lip as he tries not to cum.

Finally your cunt stops seizing, your body relaxing onto the countertop. Your mind is totally hazed, filled with an electrifying fog of post-orgasm bliss. But Denki’s quick to snap you out of it, picking up right where he left off and sending his cock surging into your tender heat. Once again you’re thrown into the vicious throes of pleasure, his cock the only thing you’re able to focus on as it drives into your slippery, gummy walls with ease.

His hands flying to latch onto your waist, he holds onto you tightly as his eyes find yours in the mirror, his orbs meeting your barely-open ones. That same spring is gaining pressure in his own stomach, the moans slipping out of him as good an indicator as any that he’s getting close. Fisting your hair, he pulls you upright, his slender fingers slipping from your tresses to lace around your throat. “Mmmm, m’close baby,” he pants, his hot breath fanning against your ear.

He begins to kiss at your jaw, littering it in affectionate nips and licks. Moving one of your legs so your knee rests on the counter, he pistons into you, hand wandering down to press against your stomach, the tips of his fingers just reaching your clit. Your body stiffens at the sudden stimulation, the bundle of nerves having been forgotten since his cock speared into you. Yet he rubs at it attentively now, fingers dipping down to where his cock draws in and out of you to gather excess slick before he continues.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” Denki grunts, his fingers tightening slightly around your neck. You can still breathe, but the feeling of his hand flush against your throat sends heat to your core, your pussy clutching onto his cock in desperation. “Gonna paint the inside of this sweet little cunt white… fill you up with my cum, nice and full.”

Icy fear trickles into your veins at the premise of him unloading into you, nothing to stop his seed from fertilizing you. “N-Not inside, Denki,” you beg hoarsely, your voice meek and mild, still recovering from your screams. But he doesn’t seem to hear you, or at least, he doesn’t acknowledge you— only continuing his ministrations on your clit and the vicious onslaught of his cock sheathing inside of you. “Please,” you whimper, your arms reaching behind your head to touch him, one hand landing in his silky hair and the other on his shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s right. Beg for my cum… Mmm, love it when you say my name like that, sunshine,” he moans, too wrapped up in his own pleasure to heed your words. Or perhaps he chooses to ignore them, his pace morphing into ragged, unmeasured thrusts, and his hips jerking as he loses himself in your tight, wet heat. “Take it, Y/N— every last fucking drop’s for you,” he whispers in your ear, eyes closed and lashes fluttering on your jaw. He groans as his orgasm tears into him, electricity from his quirk bursting through his body. The energy flows into you, shockwaves seizing over your body as the lightning rolls off of him. Somehow, even though he’s howling out in his own ecstasy, he manages to direct the electric current to the fingers that toy with your clit, sending another orgasm hurtling toward you like a bus with no brakes on the freeway. The static zips through you, quivering your bones and making your body melt like ice cream on a hot summer day. Your cunt milks his cock well, your climax making your walls contract and clamp around him. Searing ropes of his sticky seed land deep inside of you, his cock gushing and emptying his load into your tender heat.

Once the overwhelming pleasure has subsided, your body falls slack in his arms, slightly twitching in recoil from the surge of electricity. Denki coos at you as he catches his own breath, nuzzling into your neck and littering your skin with kisses. He whispers sweet nothings to you as you come back to reality, still subdued from the all-consuming ecstasy that had taken hold of you entirely just moments ago. Slowly he slips out of you, careful to slide your panties back in place to catch his load as it starts to leak out of your aching hole. Moving your leg off the countertop, he turns you around, smiling happily as he fixes your smudged makeup and frazzled hair. Your body is too weak to try to fight him, so you let him hold you against his lithe form as he fixes your dress, covering your ravaged body as best as he can. He takes a moment to rub off the lipstick stains from his skin, buckling his belt before those marigold eyes find yours once again.

“Finally, you’re mine,” he muses, yellow eyes glinting at you under the harsh, fluorescent lighting of the dirty bathroom. He tilts his head as he cups your chin, angling you to look into his intoxicating gaze. “Oh sunshine… what fun we’ll have together.”

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yayyy my first denki fic :D also my first time writing villain/yandere stuff too... so please be sure to lemme know if you enjoyed!

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uwuwriting · 3 years

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Road trip w/ Kaminari, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: Shinso, Kami, and Bakugou on a long trip/plane ride with their S/o? Happy holidays bb! - 🥐

I wish I could go on a trip. I need Christmas break to last longer, I’m not ready to go back to school and study for uni, I’m not emotionally capable. I hate it here.💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff

Kaminari Denki

-You have a mini fight about who gets to drive at first.

-You don’t trust him because he is dumb and bisexual and he believes that you’ll fall asleep ont he wheel cuz you stayed up until like 2 am the previous day downloading music and making playlists for the journey.

-He gets to drive the first shift and it goes relatively well.

-You get some extra sleep, he enjoys his time behind the wheel and boom you’re now at a gas station having brunch before hitting the road again.

-Karaoke driving.

-I think that’s all I have to say about your road trip with this guy.

-HE will ignore the playlists with the soft songs because he needs to vibe at first.

-Kills it with the Shakira impressions like you start wondering what would happen if he suddenly decides to follow a music career like Jiro.

-So many bathroom stops.

-Does this man have a prostate problem because damn.

-He can’t go for more than an hour without stopping to pee.

-The one time you ask to stop at a gas station for a bathroom break he suggests just stopping at the side of the road and you could pee there.

- “I do it so you can too.”

-Denki honey I don’t have a dick to wip out…...I need essentials.

-May or may not have taken the wrong exit at some point and you took a thirty minute detour.

-At least you got some nice photos out of it.

-Speaking of photos.

-Your camera roll will be filled with selfies, stupid videos of Kami hyping himself up at a red light.

-Races with other cars at said red lights.

-You fear for your life most of the time, grasping the door handle like your life depended on it because in reality it kinda did.

-You beg him to take over and drive for a little bit but he brushes you off.

- “You seem tired baby, let me drive for a bit.”

- “Nope I’m perfectly fine Y/N. Gonna get us to the hotel so fucking fast.”

- “Denki no-”

-He calms down after a while, and he lets you put on your soft playlist so you could both just vibe.

-His hand is resting on your thigh, giving it a few firm squeezes every now and then.

-He likes drumming the beat of the song on your skin.

-You start random conversations about anything and everything and if you’re being honest you love these types of moments.

-There are no villains to fight, no danger in the horizon *apart from his driving* and you get to enjoy the tranquility while enjoying the ride.

-Denki starts telling you about adopting a dog and you joke that he would be a horrible dog dad.

- “Maybe cats are better for you babe.”

-You are no longer heroes.

-You are just a couple going on a road trip, away from all your troubles and worries just you and him.

-You reach the hotel later than you expected though…..it was those damn bathroom breaks!!!

Shinsou Hitoshi

-The trip is spontaneous.

-You were both chillin in your apartment when he popped the question.

- “Wanna go on a trip? I’m bored.”

-You never expected him to pick a place this far away, you weren’t complaining though.

-Road trips with him are immaculate.

-He helps you pack your bags in no time, picking your favorite outfits out and placing them in your travel bags along with a bunch of snacks and a fluffy blanket.

-You hit the road in less than an hour.

-It’s still dark out when you start your trip and Hitoshi insists you take a nap, get your beauty sleep while he drives.

- “Don’t worry we won’t crash, I hope.”

-You do take a nap eventually but not for long and you wake up just in time to watch the sunrise with your boyfriend.

-He will pull over and take pictures with the sunrise as your background.

-He says he needs a new wallpaper on his phone and there’s an empty picture frame at his desk back at work.

-He needs to fill them somehow.

-Around noon he brings the fluffy blanket in the front seat, wrapping it around you so you can snuggle and possibly fall asleep again.

-In reality he wants to take more pictures of you with drool dripping down your chin for blackmail purposes but you will not yield !!!

-The trip is mainly filled with music and low humming coming from the both of you.

-Though when a love song that reminds him of you comes on he will lean over and grip your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, a blush blooming on his cheeks.

-Makes many stops in spots that look great for photos or having an amazing view.

-Definitely has prepared a picnic basket and before you know it you are munching down on some sandwiches he made while your feet are dangling over a small cliff you happened to come across.

-Shares random facts about nature and animals with you.

-Shinsou strikes me as a guy who watches a lot of documentaries and animal planet shows, so he has obtained random information and now he is explaining the mating cycle of penguins.

-Would definitely prefer to sleep in the car and not rent a room.

-He wants to stay outside looking at the stars for as long as possible and then snuggle up with you in the driver's seat, your head against his chest and his hand buried in your hair.

-If you want to go to a hotel because you feel more comfortable, he won’t complain.

-As long as he gets to cuddle you anything is fine in his book.

-He puts on YOUR song while you are looking at the sky and invites you to dance with him.

-Wraps his arms around your waist and slowly sways you back and forth, following the rhythm of the song as he looks into your eyes.

-He loves capturing the moment so expect many photos to be taken and a bunch of videos of you two dancing.

-He has his crackhead moments though so you can expect to be shoved into the water if you’re near a lake or at the beach.

-He might draw a mustache on you while you sleep but don’t worry you get payback when he is asleep.

Bakugou Katsuki

-Whines while you back everything.

-And when I say whines I mean he grumbles under his breath about this stupid shirt that he can’t seem to fold correctly.

-Anyways once you hit the road he is more relaxed than usual.

-He keeps this tight, aggressive persona out in public you sometimes forget that this man, this amazing partner is also a pro hero who is known for his rough edges.

-Sure, his explosive behavior doesn’t disappear when he is with you but he is a lot tamer and calm around you.

-During the car ride he makes small talk with you, sharing random events from his patrols and stupid shit his “squad” have done while out in public.

-When he comes home every night he is just so tired that many details slip his mind as he recounts his day to you, seeing him right now a genuine smile gracing his lips as his only focus is the road in front of him really warms your heart.

-He becomes more affectionate.

-Hand gripping yours while he drives or his palm on your thigh, rubbing your soft skin as he hums along with the music.

-Even if he needs to switch gears he won’t let go.

-Surprisingly he is the type to put on an audio book after a while.

-Usually it's after your wedding song is over or soon after that.

-Your song is like a trigger and suddenly sophisticated Bakugou emerges asking you to pick an audiobook from his collection and put it on.

-Gets really invested in the story and pauses it every five minutes so you can discuss it.

- “She could have escaped through the window why the fuck did she let herself get caught?”

- “No Katsu!!! She needs to make sure the prince is alive!!”

- “That’s fucking dumb!”

-Let’s you take candid pictures of him and won’t complain when you coo over how pretty he looks with the sun behind him.

-Don’t worry he is plotting to fill his gallery of pics of you sleeping.

-When you actually fall asleep he will turn the radio down and hum softly under his breath.

-If it starts raining heavily he will pull over and wait for it to calm down a bit.

-My personal headcanon is that Katsuki has a car with a skylight *if that’s what its called* so he brings the seats down and you lay there admiring the rain falling onto the glass.

-He likes talking about more serious matters when you are like this.

-From your future to what pet your future kids could have.

-If you get cold while waiting for the rain to calm down, he has a blanket on the ready.

-He places you on his chest and drapes the blanket over you, enjoying your warmth and the filling of your pulse under his fingertips.

-Might get a little emotional if a slow song is playing.

-He is just too overwhelmed by his emotions at times like these, when he can hold you and feel the pure love and adoration flow between the two of you like water.

-I love you’s are exchanged and many kisses.

-When he starts driving again he is so refreshed, it’s like a completely different person.

-Gas station stops and bathroom breaks are a nightmare cuz he keeps hyping himself up in order to go into Bakugou public mode.

-You just want your Katsuki, the cuddly Katsuki.

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willy-bee-tree · 3 years

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Not such a bad idea

Hi! This is my first Imagine fic so please bare with me! If I used any violin terms incorrectly, please let me know! (Btw, this wasn’t proof-read, so, sorry for any mistakes) Thank you and enjoy!

Fandom: BNHA/MHA

Summary: You play violin and the class realizes how sweet you are.

Pronouns: he/they

You had been playing violin for two years now, unbeknownst to the rest of 1A. Fortunately for you, the class had dropped any inquiries about your home life once you made it clear you didn’t want to share. Of course, with the class’s individually saddening backstories, they had assumed it was because you had a terrible life and constantly tried to make you feel better despite your reassurances all was fine. In reality though, you had the best life he could hope for! Living with your aunt and her pet hamster was quite nice despite your peer’s worries.

After you all had moved into the new dorms however, things were able to calm down a bit. At least, as much as it could with Bakugou and Midoriya in the same vicinity along with the other students who just seemed to want to hype them up despite the fact that both of them could literally murder any of them at any given moment. So...crazy, but less annoying. Yay.

Back to the original point- so long story short, you are a major violin god and are too modest to admit facts. Like seriously, people could thank you for saving the whole world and you’d go ‘oh, it was nothing! I’m sure anyone else could have done the same and even better too!’ Anyways, you had no intention of ever playing violin anywhere near the rest of the class, that is...until today.

“Ugh, I miss it when we were kids and our parents could just turn the lights out and boom. Passed out. Goodnight. If i still had the power to do that, I’m pretty sure I could end world hunger here and now.” Kaminari grumbled sleepily while leaning back against the common room couch from his seat on the carpeted floor. The whole class had flocked into the common rooms for a movie night after a particularly hard day of training, and were now laying in precarious positions on the furniture.

“I know right!? I’m pretty sure at this rate, I’m gonna pop a vein from all the all-nighters I’m pulling.” Sighed Sero from across the room on the floor. After all the tests and extra spar sessions they had done recently, they were lucky they had the energy the even walk out of the rooms. After a few small attempts at choosing a movie the group of cranky teens had just given up and started conversing amongst themselves. This specific part in the tiring conversation was where everyone whined about their equally tiring week.

“I dunno guys, I could only really sleep when my mom sang to me.” Midoriya quietly supplied from his perch on a misplaced beanbag chair. ‘Thank god bakugou is asleep’ you thought ‘or he would have started mocking Midoriya and all hell would break loose.’

“Yeah, like deku-kun said, i couldn’t really sleep at all without one of my parents playing music.” Uraraka lazily commented after snuggling closer the the couch arm. “What songs did your mom sing to you deku-kun?” She inquired after a moment.

“Oh! um there was this one song that she would sing to me… it was called hurts like hell by fluerie.” Midoriya stuttered once he collected himself from the attention suddenly focusing in on him.

“Dude! Isn’t that song like, super sad? Why would she sing that song??” Kaminari asked incredulously, his brain not quite realizing the sweet nostalgic state Midoriya had slipped into. Upon being asked that question Midoriya furrowed his brows in very faint hurt.

“It’s a really beautiful song kaminari-kun! Plus I was four! I didn’t understand half of the songs lyrics!” He defended, making Kaminari finally realize he was contradicting something close to Midoriya's heart. It seemed the rest of the class realized this too if all of the ‘shut the heck up’ looks being chucked Kaminari’s way hinted anything.

“Oh shoot- sorry bro! I didn’t mean anything bad by it!” Kaminari blurted out, abruptly straightening up into a sitting position. The electric blond boy frantically waved his hands in front of him, trying to convey his sincerity. “Besides, your right! It is pretty cool!” He tried to reason.

“Yeah! It sounds very manly!!” Kirishima called with a wide grin adorning his face. He shifted slightly away from the cushion he was leaning on to raise his fist in a friendly manner. This exclamation quickly dissipated all of the tension in the room, prompting an energetic conversation about old memories to strike up between the class members. That is except for one particular (H/C) haired male.

You couldn’t shake the look in Midoriya’s eyes out of your head. While the green haired boy was reminiscing about this past comfort, his eyes seemed to light up with galaxies of different worlds, times, and memories. His face softened impossibly so, and his normal anxious nature seems to lift a bit. Just then, you were reminded of how Midoriya was the main one out of you who had had issues with sleeping those past few weeks. And suddenly, an idea was struck in your plotting mind. ‘What if i played that song tonight? Would it maybe help Midoriya sleep? Wait no! He wouldn’t want me to meddle in his own life! Just forget I even thought this! But..,what if it does help…? Ugh, stupid hopeful thoughts, making me hopeful.’ You sighed, realizing your mind wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t do this for your classmate. ‘So much for getting sleep tonight’ you thought.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” A voice called out, making you snap your head up. You realized the whole class was gazing at you with various looks of concern and worry. That is except for bakugo, who, despite the animated conversations having been thrown over his head, stayed passed right out out on a small armchair.

Blushing slightly, you sheepishly replied, “sorry, I was just thinking!” This answer seemed to satisfy the class and they soon returned to their conversations.

‘Ok. I’m doing this tonight and that’s final.’ You confirmed, despite your subconscious already preparing to sprint down the halls to deliver the gift like you know you will. You were just barely able to contain the urge to do just that immediately and started fidgeting with your sleeve in the effort.

This was going to be a long night.

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‘Why did I decide to do this? Why the heck did I ever consider doing this??’ You were currently sitting at your large, tidy desk, holding your black electric violin with a small microphone held up on a stand in front of you. ‘I’m really about to do this, huh?’ Is the last thing you could think before you opened up google and started scouring the internet for hurts like hell by fleurie. You found it fairly quick, due to all the times you had done the same thing for yourself alone. ‘I can just stop this all right now and nobody has to know’ you reasoned with yourself. You opened the lyrics. ‘I will just say, I’m not going to do this. Sorry Midoriya, just can’t do it’ you opened the violin music sheet option on the corner of the page. Before you knew it, you were staring down at what you could no longer stall. ‘Gosh, you better absolutely love this Midoriya.’ Sighing, you propped the phone against a stack of books on your desk, getting into position with your bow poised and fingers holding the strings in A minor. Closing your eyes, you let your bow slowly sail across the strings, fingers dancing in tandem on the fingerboard with the beat your foot was tapping out.

How can I say this without breaking?

How can I say this without taking over?

As the first lyrics were introduced into the sheet music, your bow sung for the silent voice ringing in your head, the melody jumping out of the violin. ‘Maybe.. this wasn't such a bad idea after all?’

How can I put it down into words?

When it’s almost too much for my soul alone...

Preparing for the next lines, you slowed your bow into a slow vibrato. Just as the notes start to pick up, the high pitched vibrato turns into a low G note, dragging into a prolonged, aching chorus.

I loved, and I loved, and I lost you

I loved, and i loved, and i lost you

I loved, and I loved, and I lost you…

Skimming your bow over the tight strings, leaving only a faint ghost of sound emitting from your instrument before slowly picking up again. Furrowing your brows, you let the final chords ease out.

...and it hurts like hell…

Finally, you let the melody and chorus completely peter out. Letting out a small huffed laugh when you noticed how your entire body had relaxed. With a click, the microphone that was recording your little talent show flipped off. ‘Now, for the easy part!’ You thought gleefully before setting your violin down in its awaiting case on the floor.

Walking over to the large chest next to your bed, you pulled out the CD maker that you had been allowed to keep after a particularly good project in music arts. You plugged the recording gear into the CD maker, moving over the art supplies hanging on the wall. Grabbing some teal construction paper, double sided tape, and your favorite black fountain pen, you got to work. Folding the paper into a large envelope was easy, just a few fold there, and a few creases there! However, adding the tape to keep it in shape without messing any of the folds up was a bit harder. After a few failed attempts and a lot of paper cuts later, you had managed to pull something decent together. With fumbling fingers, you uncapped the pen and went to write a note on the unblemished back of the envelope. ‘Hmmm, what wouldn’t sound like I’m a stalker who found out about Midoriya’s childhood and decided to send him a poisoned letter??’

Dear midoriya, Hi! I’m from your class and i noticed that you haven’t been sleeping well lately, (WICH YOU SHOULD) and you said something about this song helping you sleep! Since i know how to play the violin, I thought I might help you out! I hope i didn’t mess any of it up and i only really played the first two verses but hope you like it! Goodnight midoriya! Sincerely, your worried classmate

P.S. (please try to sleep more! It’s not healthy and could affect your training if you don't get at least 8 hours of sleep every night!)

Deciding that that was decent enough, you recapped your pen and set it to the side. As you turned around you were delighted when you saw that the CD had been finished and was waiting for you to retrieve it. Quickly sliding it out of the slot, you stared down at your creation. ‘Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.’ Smiling, you slipped the shiny disk into a case and put it into your DIY envelope. Finally, you were able to gaze at your masterpiece with pride! ‘Now, for the not-so-fun part’ you said, deflating a little.

Gathering the gift into your arms you glanced at the clock that read; 9:23. ‘Perfect’ you thought as you slinked out of your door, quietly closing it behind you. Taking a deep breath, you practically flew down the stairs (albeit quietly), not having the patience to wait for the elevator. You saw Midoriya’s door quickly coming into view as you slowed down. Breathing heavily, you slid the envelope underneath his door before you could chicken out. Later that night you blushed furiously at how you had practically punched his door and zoomed back up to your room. Wow, way to give a present (Y/N). Way to go. Anyways, it was about time you slept anyways. As you slipped into a peaceful sleep, you dreamed of violins and broccoli.

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Yawning and scrubbing at your eyes, you slowly shuffled into the common room. It was around 10:47 in the morning and you were just two skip’s and a hop from chugging an entire blender's worth of coffee. You started walking to the kitchen doors about to do just that when you noticed a little blob of other 1A students, a bubble of delighted shock encircling them. ‘Oh god did I miss something already?’ You mentally cursed as you begrudgingly quickened your pace, heading towards the small group.

“Guys? Is something happening?” You asked, your voice still slightly veiled in groggy sleep. That is, until the whole class turned to you with massive grins and evil glints in their eyes. “U-uhmmm, what’s up? Guyss?” Huffing a nervous laugh, you were suddenly very aware of the lazy pajamas you were wearing. The class however, only seemed to grow even more amused and excited when you let out the chuckle.

“I knew it was you!! Pay up kiri!” Mina yelled, breaking the foreboding silence. Her answer though, only served to make you even more confused.

“Wha-” you managed to get out before Midoriya was suffocating you in a tight embrace.

“THANK YOU SO MUCH (Y/N)!!!” He managed through his big, wet tears. As you stood there, being hugged to near death by a certain broccoli-boi, who was crying his tear-ducts out in your hair, and thanking you profusely, everything seemed to finally click.

“Oh.” You stated simply, not trusting your mouth to make anything other than a verbal keysmash of you tried to articulate something more. The class burst into laughter at that, that is except for Midoriya (who was still crying his eyes out), Bakugo (who obviously wanted to be anywhere else in the world at that moment but was being restrained from jumping out of the window by kirishima), and Iida/Todoroki (who were very polite as always). (Also Mineta was unconscious underneath one of the couches, but no one needed to know.)

“Oh?! (Y/N) you probably just gave Deku-kun the best night of sleep he’s had since he was five and all you have to say is ‘oh’!?” Uraraka yelped incredulously after she had stopped her laughter.

“I have to agree with Uraraka. We all know that Midoriya doesn’t take care of himself as he should and you are the first person who has had any success in taming him.” Iida added once the class quieted down.

“I’m not that bad” Midoriya pouted before the entire class responded with a monotone ‘yes you are.’

“That was super manly dude!” Kirishima beamed at you. ‘Too bright’ you thought as you shielded your eyes from the bright boy.

“It was very kind of you to do that for Midoriya, (Y/N)” Momo politely complimented from her stance a little bit away from the rest of the group.

“Your violin is super great too! We should play some music together sometime!” Jiro called from her perch on a couch’s arm. With all of the compliments being thrown your way, you were starting to resemble strawberries with the furious blushing you were doing.

“H-how do you guys even know it was me?” You asked defiantly, because you’d be darned if you were going to go down without a fight. The class was silent at that, and for a second, you thought you had won. Boy oh boy were you wrong.

“Beca-because we didn’t even tell you what had happened except that i slept well yet you still seem to know??” Midoriya answered. ‘Well, heck.’ You thought.

“Also because you made that cute little chuckle you make at the end of the recording kero-kero!” Tsu added, standing next to you and Midoriya, who hadn’t let go of you but loosened his grip enough that you weren’t moments away from stepping into the purgatory. At Tsu’s addition to the evidence, the rest of the class nodded energetically. You knew there was nothing you could do to change their minds so you just decided to admit defeat while you still could. Sighing you mumbled out an embarrassed

“Fine...it was me.” At that, the class erupted on you. From all sides you were being suffocated by bear hugs or gently being praised on your skills and kindness. Both of those experiences, though, were making you blush a deep scarlet.

‘Maybe...this wasn’t such a bad idea after all…’

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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cuddles and warm hands

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

genre: fluff

tags: cuddling, bakugo being a tease to the reader pining??? lots of feels

a/n: i did this fic while also adding this bit of prompt:

“vi. neck kisses. fluttering down necks to the collar bone. dusting over the breastbone and staying there.” from this post <33 // wrote this at 3am so no beta

the air is crisp and cold tonight. bakugou can't help but murmur the godforsaken christmas song playing in the shop he passed by while on patrol. the damn thing got stuck in his head while he passed it. he recognized it as one of the songs that you were playing that morning.

it reminded him of the way you swayed your hips to the music, your sweet voice humming to the tune as you continued about your business in the comfort of your home.

he loved it when you are so engrossed in your own little world that he gets to just admire you from afar and see you being in your nature.

the heat in his cheeks make him lower his head to avoid the looks of other people, it's definitely not from the cold anymore.

all of a sudden, his phone buzzes with a new notification. he fished it from one of its safety compartment and your name immediately lights up his phone and his eyes.

Dumbass 💓

Katsuki, when will you be home?

judging from your message, you're being needy once again and he immediately knows what type of needy it is. it didn't follow another text from you so it means you weren't that desperate enough, and it could be for another reason.

Boom Boy 💥

not for another hour, why?

a few minutes passed before you responded. he scoffed at your little, “i miss you” and pocketed his phone. of course he misses you already, especially at this extremely cold climate that just bites on his skin and not pleasant at all while wearing his usual hero costume. he just had to wear this one today, doesn't he?

with one last patrol over the city, katsuki hurried to the agency and went home. he knows his baby is waiting for him and he can't wait to be wrapped in your arms as well to take all of worries away.

the moment katsuki arrived at your door, not even a second that his fingertip touched the doorknob did you opened it and grabbed him by his arm and inside he go.

“someone's especially needy today,” he chuckled, stroking your head that's buried deep in his chest. he swore you might melt in him and the two of you would be merged together forever.

“mmm, i missed you so much, katsuki.” you responded, voice muffled on his shirt.

“yeah, yeah. i missed you, too.” he mumbled, rubbing your back. “let me get out of this shit then we can continue this, alright?”

lifting up your chin, you looked into vermilliom eyes and nodded your head with a pout. bakugou smirked and leaned in to peck your lips. when you start to follow his lips for more, he pulled his head back and shook his head in disagreement.

“y/n, go to our room and wait for me there. can you do that? i promise i'll give you what you want, baby.” he commanded, his voice dropping low. he knows when he uses that tone with you it turns you into putty, and he's right.

with a soft whimper on your mouth, you nodded your head and obeyed his words.

sighing, he immediately went to the bathroom and took off his hero gear, stripping down his clothes before jumping inside the shower.

the warm water soothed his skin a lot, his sore muscles throbbing a little from the strain he put on them when he fought criminals and villains a while ago and over the course of the week. he lathered himself with soap and rubbed off the dirt and grime that stuck to his skin. he shampooed his hair and massaged it, imagining it was your soft and careful fingers doing it.

damn it, he should have asked you to join him in the shower. but he knows he's not up for any funny business right now should the moment presented itself while you're in there with him.

after rinsing himself and he's sure that he's completely - a hundred percent, germ-free - clean, he wrapped a towel around his lower half and proceeded to make his way to your shared bedroom.

he sees you sitting on the edge like a sweetheart. his heart swelled when your eyes light up the moment he walked into the room. your eyes roamed down his torso for a bit, making him snigger smugly. you rolled your eyes in return and turned your head away from him, crossing your arms.

“oh? are you mad at me?” katsuki raised his eyebrows in amusement as he ruffled through his drawers for clothes. he puts them on in front of you, all the while keeping an eye contact with you.

he's having the moment of his life and you're literally about to die because of all the blood that rushed to your cheeks because god, he's so gorgeous and why isn't he giving you love and affection already?

“no, i'm not.” yeah, you are. but it's petty kind of mad, than an actual i'm-pissed-off-at-you-and-not-gonna-talk-to-you mad.

huffing, katsuki finally lessend the distance between the two of you and you almost melted at the fact that his warmth is literally radiating off of him and all you want to do right now is be engulfed by him.

“so...somebody said they missed me,” his hand went to your head and he brought you close to his stomach as he stood over you while you remain seated on the edge of the bed. you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face even deeper into his toned stomach.

“yeah, i just wanted to cuddle you and i miss kissing you.” you usually weren't this needy but lately, while waiting for katsuki, you can't help but feel cold and yearn for his touch and lips against yours. you missed his warmth during the cold nights he couldn't sleep next to you because of his hero work. you missed the freezing mornings where the only source of warmth is the coffee in your hands and the sun peaking through the curtains, telling you that another day has passed.

“i know, baby. i'm sorry i'm not here often to give you enough attention.” he soothed, kissing the top of your head while rubbing circles on your back.

he pulls away, clutching you towards him. you followed suit and he laid on the bed with you on top of him. he admired you on one of his hoodies, looking so angelic and needy, and longing for him.

he never felt so loved and complete.

he slotted his hands against yours, the others tracing hearts and i love you's on the exposed skin on your waist. you're looking up at him like he hung the stars and breathed life into your lungs. at this point, maybe he did. you don't think you can even breathe properly on the days he's gone, and once he's there it's like everything has life again. and everything is alive, all is brighter, lovelier and you couldn't be happier to be with someone like him.

bringing your joined hands towards his lips, he littered small kisses from your fingers down to your wrists to your pulse, pausing there and gazing at you with so much love, you swear you could explode.

laughing gleefully, you nuzzled the space between his neck and shoulders.

“i love you so much,” you uttered it without thinking, without so much of a doubt that it took his breath away. for you to say those three words so carelessly to him, of all people still baffles him after all this time.

kissing the back of your hand, he felt his cheeks burn once more, eyes filling with unshed tears. turning his head to you, he ghosted his lips on your temple, “i love you more, dumbass”

leaning up on your forearms, your own lips landed on his exposed neck, showering kisses upon kisses on every skin your lips can touch and that your eyes can see. you traveled lower to his collarbones and placed kisses there as well, until you reached his breastbone. placing your final kiss, you brought yourself back down on top of him and leaned your ear on his chest. his heart beat is your most favorite sound. the in sync tune of both your hearts created a beautiful melody that all the angels and sirens will sing for all eternity.

#bakugou x y/n #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x you #bakugo x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #bakugou katsuki fanfiction #bakugo imagines #bakugo fluff #bnha fluff #bakugo katsuki fluff #💫.bakugou katsuki #tarou writes 🌹

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kiribakuhappiness · 3 years

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Hello my internet dudes!

For those that don't know, I make a lot of playlists for things! Movies, shows, books, wips, moods, events, holidays, etc. And now one of my friends is taking a music class and wants to start doing it too! I think that's so awesome cause now we have the same hobby! 😁

Anyway; they really wanted to practice - so I offered them one of my fics to work with!

You Get Red When You're Embarrassed is one of my more popular KiriBaku fics; a coming out story and a confession story all in one, set during the summer time at Kirishima's house. When I first started writing this story, I was really just thinking of those warm, late summer nights that only get better when you spend them with someone you really enjoy being with - and then boom! The fic was born!

So my friend made a playlist for it! I think it has really nice lowkey summer-lovin' vibes. They did a really good job for their first contemporary piece, so I just wanted to share it with you all and show my support for them! (I'm so ready for summer, this seasonal depression has gotta GO!)

🌞 You Get Red 🌞

KiriBaku Summer / One-Shot / Completed

Tongue Tied - Grouplove

Backyard Boy - Claire Rosinkranz

YOUTH - Troye Sivan

This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory

Sunkissed - Khai dreams (this song is literally Kirishima singing to Bakugou and I am just so soft 🥺)

Someone To You - BANNERS

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serowotonin · 3 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬.

basically a list of stuff im planning to post by the end of this month (february) ,,,, hopefully

edit: so didnt finish it but will hopefully finish soon...

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falling 〃 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪

― this one’s basically an hc-styled narrative thing that describes bakugou’s feelings as he falls for you,,, pretty straightforward

PROGRESS: posted

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golden days 〃 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪

― song fic !! based off golden days by panic! at the disco... umm i dont wanna say much yet cuz i’ll prolly post it in a few days but... angst.

PROGRESS: posted

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the eigth 〃 𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘶

― seven deadly sins / seven heavenly virtues symbolism,,,, idk how else to describe it? uhh its mostly a monologue-

PROGRESS: posted

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ink flowers 〃 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘳𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦

― tattoo artist!y/n x flower shop worker!tanaka owowo planning on making this a series cuz why not?

PROGRESS: around 60-70%? the first part is ready to post ? altho i should prolly edit a bit but uhh imma finish writing everything before posting it,,,,

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bunnies and blushes 〃 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘬𝘰

― smth short,,, basically u being a simp for shimizu... thats it. thats the plot.

PROGRESS: posted.

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stranded 〃 𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪

― you and ushijima are stranded together on some random ass island in the middle of nowhere.. yes. crack.

PROGRESS: 40%,,,, wrote this in my notebook but i still havent typed it up yet skjdgks

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boom boom fall in love ! 〃 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪

— smau !! aaaa dont wanna say much cuz uh secret~ but i will say MUTUAL PINING !!! CRACK !!! and slight angst? yeah im a sucker for those lol

PROGRESS: 30% ish? finished a detailed plan, profiles (which took forever omfg), and the first few parts already ~~

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until we meet again 〃 𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘶

― reincarnation au + star-crossed lovers !!! angst? yes, lots i hope am probably gonna make this a series,,, short one tho cuz i got no motivation to do a long one ksdjl

PROGRESS: ummmm 5%,,,,,,,,,, wrote like tons of little fragments just that its not yet properly structured or connected oop-

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if any of u wanna know more or wanna be tagged in any of the fics feel free to send me an ask ~

#hq x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #hq #pink.exe #wips...#c:\my_documents

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klutzyzombie · 4 years

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Summary: From a young age, Bakugou Katsuki is told his hearing will continue to fade with use of his explosive quirk. He's given hearing aids to help when he reaches high school but refuses to wear them because what pro hero wears those? It takes some red-headed courage to convince him otherwise. Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Eijirou Kirishima, Ashido Mina, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou (KiriBaku) Rating: General Warnings: N/A Words: 6,701 Notes: So this is my first official fic for this fandom and I don't exactly have anyone to proofread this so I sincerely apologize if it's out of character and for the errors! This was written from my own experiences with going deaf and requiring hearing aids and how I felt about it when I was first told. It seemed like something Bakugou may have also felt so you'll have to excuse me projecting~

**Please note that when a character is signing, it will be italicized.

Ao3: [click here!]

He started losing his hearing in grade school. He had been about eight when his family took him to get his ears checked when his grades slipped and he continued to miss things said at home. From there he was bounced from doctor to doctor but the general consensus was the same; his quirk was causing him to go deaf. It made sense really; continued exposure to loud constant boom’s. Like playing a rock concert next to the amp turned up all the way. It was bound to happen the second his quirk manifested and the decision to be a pro hero was made.

They recommended easing down on use of his quirk unless the situation called for it to try and put off the inevitable, but that wasn’t about to happen. Pro heroes in training needed to have master over their own quirks! So they also suggested hearing aids which Katsuki was against. What pro hero wore those tacky things?! For now, his hearing loss was manageable, but if Katsuki was keen on becoming a hero (and he was; even eight year old Katsuki knew this) then the doctors expected his hearing to be practically gone by the time he was in his late teens.

So the Bakugou family learned sign language as a safety net and as he grew, his hearing faded more and more as expected. It became Katsuki’s new normal for things to be a little jumbled and almost like people were talking underwater if they weren’t close enough or if they soft spoken. Maybe that was why as got older he had a tendency to yell constantly, his voice growing a little more gruff with age as well. He’d also picked up on lip reading which was immensely helpful in middle school as he refused to tell a teacher he couldn’t hear them or ask to sit in the front. It wasn’t going to be the future he imagined when he was a kid, but hey, he was Bakugou fucking Katsuki! He wasn’t about to let something like hearing loss stop him from becoming the next number one hero! He was nothing but goal driven from a young age, refusing to tell anyone about what he deemed to be his biggest weakness, preferring to make due with his lip reading. When his acceptance into U.A. was announced, his parents made a decision and while he fought tooth and nail – literally – he was fitted for a pair of hearing aids.

U.A. was everything he had hoped it would be as a child (though he could have done without the damn nerd also getting in and sitting right behind him) and much to his utter chagrin, he even made a few friends despite the fact that he’d never refer to them as such. They were more like a few idiots who wouldn't know how to fuck off if their lives depended on it. One such of these idiots and the biggest offender was Kirishima who, from day one, seemed to latch on to Katsuki. It was annoying at first; sure he had ‘friends’ in middle school but they were more afraid of him and only followed him as some sort of leader or popularity magnet. Kirishima just- liked him. For him! There wasn’t any fear and he damn sure wasn’t getting popular by hanging around Katsuki. If anything that was reversed since the stupid idiot seemed to be friends with just about everyone to varying degrees.

And Katsuki wanted to hate it- hate HIM because he didn’t need friends let alone overly enthusiastic idiot friends and with Kirishima deeming him ‘friendly’, the rest of the idiot brigade followed suit. Before Katsuki knew what had happened, Kaminari had wormed his way into his and Kirishima’s study sessions, Ashido had started tugging on his arm in her bubbly excitement at something or another, and Sero had taken too confining in him about whatever trouble had been on his mind. Bakugou Katsuki had actual honest to god friends and it was Kirishima’s fault. It hit him one night after moving into the dorms after he’d been dragged to watch a movie in Kirishima’s room. Like, forcefully dragged and as they sat there, watching as Iron Man and Captain America did some epic team up move on some aliens, he realized he was actually enjoying himself around these idiots.

He wasn’t supposed to be fond of the dunces. He didn’t need anyone and after the hero exam he and Todoroki failed, he tried to go back to how things were. Katsuki didn’t need friends and Kirishima and Kaminari passing while he failed was proof of that. So he separated himself from them. Well, he tried to at least. It wasn’t easy to do since the clingy idiots couldn’t take a hint if he stapled it to their faces. It was exhausting and when he did finally manage it, about a week into his granted alone time he was miserable and angry and ended up back on Kirishima’s bed while he and Kaminari played some game on Kaminari’s Switch.

He couldn’t shake the idiots he unwillingly befriended and he whole heartedly blamed Kirishima for all of it. On a rare weekend home, he was bitching to his mom about the annoyances who kept blowing up his phone with their stupid ‘Bakusquad’ group text. Mitsuki was sitting at the kitchen table with designs and fabrics spread out while Katsuki ranted on. She hadn’t known her comment about him being popular due to his phone’s continued dinging would lead to this, but now it was hard to stop the small smile building as he went on and on about them. Something he pointed out to her with annoyance.

‘Sorry, it’s just nice to know you have actual friends! Finally.’

“I can fuckin’ hear you, hag!” Katsuki snapped.

‘Are you sure? I don’t see your hearing aids in.’

His response to that was to simply flip her off as he marched out of the room. “I’m not going to wear those fuckin’ things.”

“Katsuki!” They had this argument so many times now he could almost recite it word for word. It was what she always said since the moment they picked up the stupid devices. 'Wear them!' 'Are you wearing them?' 'How is training with the hearing aids working out?' Every damn time she called it was the same song and dance and it was getting more and more irritating every time she brought the damn things up! He could picture her pushing away from the table and marching after him so it wasn’t a surprise when her raised voice shouted after him. “We spent good money-“

“’-on those things so the least I could do is wear them’! Get a new speech! I don't fuckin' need them because I can still hear just fine!” There was an uncharacteristic pause after that and he wheeled around to glare at her, to see what she was trying to prove, only to see Mitsuki giving him a pointed look. “What?!”

‘I said if that was true, then you would be able to hear me.’ She signed while speaking. Well, he assumed she was. Her lips were moving and he could hear a faint sound that was in teh same tone as her voice, but couldn't quite make out the words. Katsuki stood there, red eyes narrowed at her which was a look she was mirroring back at him for all of a few seconds before she sighed, expression softening. ‘Katsuki, it’s gotten worse since you started high school. I’ve been practically yelling at you just so you’d hear me since you got home.’ The look on his face must have been horrified because his mom’s melted from fond annoyance to one of almost-pity. She lifted her hands to sign something else but he quickly turned and marched back up to his room to finish getting ready to head back to the dorms. He hated that look on her. Hated that look on anyone and he didn't need her to see that she was right. That his hearing really had gotten worse. It would make sense that it had, he guessed. He went from only training with his quirk a few times a week to preserve his hearing to using it about daily for hours on end.

So then why hadn’t he noticed it?

He guessed the whole ‘it’s a gradual process’ thing could be a factor and if he thought about it, he was having a harder time hearing Aizawa now. Deku’s muttering had also seemed to bother him less as of late and it damn sure wasn’t because the nerd had suddenly stopped the habit he’d had since they were kids. His hearing really had faded drastically in just under a year and that was a reality check.

One he also apparently wasn’t great at hiding because a few days back in school had Kirishima draping an arm across his shoulders in the locker room. He had a habit of doing that no matter what murderous look was on Katsuki's face and today when he went to shoot a glare at the red head - one he knew would just be ignored- he was met with a concerned look on Kirishima's face. “Yo man, you good? You’ve seemed kinda…”

“Extra murder-y.” Kaminari supplied.

Katsuki and Kirishima shot him a look, Katsuki’s much more threatening, but he went on. “Is everything alright? You know you can always talk to me!”

“Fuck off, I’m fine.” Was his eloquent reply and he knew Kirishima wasn’t convinced, but the red head knew enough about him to know to drop it. The look that now shifted across his face was proof he knew something was up, but he turned back to talking about some new show with Kaminari and Sero to make sure nobody else tried to take the opportunity to ask Katsuki about his oh so chipper mood. Kirishima was good at reading him like that. He seemed to always know what Katsuki meant or needed in the moment. It would be endearing if it wasn’t also equal parts annoying. Sometimes he wished the idiot would remember how damn powerful Katsuki was! But then again, Kirishima was also the perfect foil to him.

He watched as said boy grinned and laughed at something Kaminari had said, head tilting back slightly from the force of it. He was so stupidly friendly and he seemed to really want to be Katsuki’s friend if not his best one. He liked to proclaim as such at least and he guessed it was true to a degree. Kirishima knew him better than anyone else probably did and just how that happened should be concering. Just when had he allowed the idiot to figure him out so well?

Katsuki looked back at his locker with a huff, not about to give Kirishima another reason to ask about his mood again. He looked at his mask and the orange and black wing tips behind it. Looked at the orange X crossing the otherwise all black uniform. Looked at the matching heavy-duty boots and belt that housed mini versions of his quirk. Looked at how the entire ensemble represented everything he wanted to become and how his stupid hearing was likely to take all of that away.

He slammed the locker shut with more force than needed, meeting Kirishima’s gaze as he glanced over at the sound. “Meet me after dinner.” He said simply, walking off before he could see or hear the red head’s reaction.

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Katsuki was a proud person and that was a fact that was well know. He never needed and never asked for help. He was self-sufficient and refused to lean on others to get to where he wanted to be. So reaching out to Kirishima about this was going to be a challenge. Said teen had been in his room for going on ten minutes, silently watching and waiting, sitting in his deskchair backwards as Katsuki glared daggers at the ground. It would be unnerving to have the talkative bastard so quiet if it wasn’t once again proof how well Kirishimia knew him; knew whatever was on his mind was heavy enough to make him clearly agitated and extra moody. This fact had him glance up so red eyes could meet red and at Kirishima’s concerned but patient face, he sighed and looked away.

“I can barely fuckin’ hear.” He admitted like it was the biggest secret he’d ever be forced to admit because to him, it was.

“Yeah?” Kirishima sounded confused but not in the way he had been anticipating. He was confused like you had just told him Ashido’s favorite color was pink. Like what Katsuki had just said was common knowledge.

This had Katsuki whipping his head back to look at him. “’Yeah’?! The fuck does that mean?!”

Kirishima tilted his head like he did when he could tell Katsuki was upset with him but didn’t know why. “It means yeah? Like, yeah I know?”

It was Katsuki’s turn to be confused now. “You know?”

“Dude, if it was supposed to be a secret, your awful at hiding it!” Kirishima laughed and he glared at him for it. This was supposed to be his close kept secret! His weakness nobody, except for maybe Deku, knew! Kirishima seemed to understand his inner turmoil (because of course he would) and gave the teen a small smile, moving to rub the back of his neck. “Well, maybe it just was to me? I dunno, man. I noticed from the quirk assessment we had on the first day.”

“How?!” His voice sounded more confused than annoyed.

Kirishima shrugged and moved his toe against the floor a bit to slightly spin the chair he was sitting on. A nervous habit he’d get when he was the center of attention, Katsuki noted. “You just weren’t responding to anyone. First I thought you were just kinda an asshole and ignoring people, ya know?” He looked back up at him with a grin. “But then when Aizawa-Sensei would repeat something louder and you’d respond and I saw your quirk in action, I guess I just put two-and-two together. I didn’t know it was some big secret though.”

“It’s not!” Katsuki was quick to snap but that wasn’t really true. It clearly was or his heart wouldn’t have dropped when he realized Kirishima had figured it out within hours of meeting him. He huffed to himself, not wanting to snap at Kirishima over his own overlook and looked away again, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Does anyone else know?”

Kirishima hummed in thought, looking up at the ceiling. “I think all of us kinda know somethings up to varying degrees.” He must have heard the speed at which Katsuki whipped his head around because Kirishima quickly clarified, “I mean those of us in the squad. Kaminari talks louder when he’s around us. Ashido and Sero started too as well after they hung out with us for a while. I suppose it also helps that the four of us are naturally loud anyway, but they definatley talk up and more clear when they're with us.”

Katsuki just looked at him stunned. They had all figured it out? And they hadn’t ever commented on it? Made it a point to make a joke about it? Tease him about it like they endlessly teased him about everything else? They had just started to talk louder for his sake?! Here he thought they were just obnoxious assholes…

Kirishima seemed to notice his lack of anger and response and crossed his arms over the back of the chair he was sitting on, resting his head on them as he studied Katsuki carefully. “Is this what’s been bothering you?”

Katsuki shot him a glare before huffing and looking away again. A nonverbal yes before he sighed, eyes closing. His mind was still reeling from the knowledge that not only did the other idiots figure it out, but that they had all apparently silently just decided to not talk about it and simply speak up and clearer so he could hear them all better. He had a plan going into this. He was going to tell Kirishima he was hard of hearing, tell him he’d known it was coming, and how he was supposed to wear hearing aids. He had planned for questions and for almost snapping at Kirishima for giving him a pitying look before quickly covering it up because Kirishima knew he hated pity. He had expected this conversation to go the opposite direction it had gone and now he was at a loss.

“They…" How was he supposed to proceed now?! "I’m supposed to wear hearing aids.” He blurted out quietly, almost hoping Kirishima didn’t hear him.

But of course he did. “So why don’t you?”

“Are you stupid?!” Kirishima frowned. It wasn’t pity on his face but almost like disappointment? That look was somehow worse and Katsuki quickly looked away from him again. “I can’t be number one like that.”

“So you’d rather just not be at your best then?”

Wellp. Anger was back. Least that was familiar over the weird sensation knowing his friends never brought up his hearing had left him with. He jerked back to face Kirishima, on his feet before he even registered he’d moved. Kirishima just looked at him with same look he had on earlier. “What?!”

“You can’t be your best if you aren’t even going to work with something that improves your skills.” Kirishima repeated, apparently oblivious to the absolute inferno of anger his words had lit. “Dude, you can’t stand there and tell me with a straight face you’d be at your absolute best going into situations as you are when you could be going in with your senses heightened. That would be like fighting with one hand tied behind you back all the time! It doesn’t make any sense, man!”

Katsuki stood where he was, keeping Kirishima’s gaze which had narrowed. It wasn’t anger, but the look he got when determination had set in and he wasn’t about to even think about budging on something. Katsuki liked to imagine it was the look he had when he tried to convince their classmates to come to Kamino Ward. What made it worse this go around was that, well, Katsuki knew he was right. “Tch.” He turned and stalked back to his bed before slumping down on it, glaring up at the ceiling as if it had personally wronged him. “What pro hero do you know wears hearing aids, shitty hair?”

“You?” That answer had Katsuki turn to shoot him a ‘stop bullshitting’ look but Kirishima’s face was so purely earnest the words died on his tongue. “Sure none of the current pros do, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be the first! I bet they’ll even make some with little orange X’s on them! That would be so cool!” He gave Katsuki one of those toothy grins that rivaled the sun in brightness and it took all Katsuki had not to smile at him in return.

He scoffed and looked away instead. “You’re an idiot.”

“Maybe, but I’m right about this!” Kirishima stood up and moved to sit beside his feet on the bed. “You always are the first and best at everything. Wouldn't it be super manly to be the representation to little kids you want now?” Katsuki didn’t say anything, afraid speaking might betray how hot his face was starting to feel at Kirishima’s unbridled admiration. “Besides think of all the cool ways you could make them look! I bet you could get them like, orange to match your uniform or-!”

“They’re already orange.” Kirishima turned to look at him and Katsuki rolled his eyes at the awe on the red heads face. He knew what was coming without Kirishima even asking so he sat up to pull a small box from the far corner of his nightstand. He tossed it to Kirishima who caught and opened it, eyes growing wide.

“Dude, these look so cool!”

“No they fuckin’ don’t. Don’t lie to me-“

“I’m not, man! Dude, picture this.” He picked one of them up and held it so Katsuki could see before splaying his other fingers out behind it. “You could have them as part of you mask! I bet support could even make some super badass ones that could have another dual factor! Maybe even like Mic’s speaker thing? No, I guess that wouldn’t make sense. But maybe they can block out certain things? Like Shinsou’s quirk! Oh man, you’re an even better match for him now! Just turn them off and you can’t even hear him!” Kirishima went into a rant about all the things he thought the stupid device in his hand could be used for and honestly Katsuki wasn’t hearing any of it but not because of the hearing loss. He just watched the idiot talk, watched his lips move and hands gesture. Watched as he’d occasionally laugh at something he’d thought of and how his smile reached his eyes when he did. How he was so excited just to sit here and come up with dumb ideas and how happy he was that Katsuki was potentially going to be an even better hero.

That thought alone made Katsuki’s heart jump again. Kirishima had really meant it about being an example. He really did think wearing the stupid devices would make him a better hero. Didn’t think it would make him any less of a person or any less of a pro. Kirishima genuinely didn’t think less or pity him for it and it actually seemed like he was furious that Katsuki would risk throwing his own dream of being a hero away just because of two tiny devices that would help him.

It was almost too much for him.

“You’re an idiot.” He repeated. Kirishima stopped talking and looked at him. He was still smiling and Katsuki was willing to bet that he was too if the slight tug at his lips was any indicator. “Fuckin’-! Fine, you rambling moron. I’ll wear the damn things tomorrow.”

The grin he got in return had to rival the brightest light in the galaxy and before he could open his mouth to warn against it, Kirishima tackled him back on the bed. The curses and explosions he sent in return were simply laughed off and otherwise ignored.

---

True to his word, Katsuki stood in front of his mirror with the small devices in his hand. He looked at his reflection without them, took in the way he looked one last time as if he could never go back to this look before sliding them in and turning them on as he remembered the doctor demonstrating. He winced at the resistance he was met with as they flickered to life but looked back at his reflection once they were snugly in and properly adjusted. His hair hid them for the most part, ash blond strands hanging low enough that unless he really looked, he couldn’t see them. Maybe that meant nobody else would since he was actually looking for them. He let out a sigh and turned to grab his bag. He doubted that severely. He swore quietly to himself, ignoring how it actually wasn't as quiet as he thought, and started the trek to class.

The walk out of the dorms and into the school was… different? He could hear things he hadn’t otherwise heard before. He could hear birds chirping in the trees he walked under, bits and pieces of conversations of the people he passed, that one weirdo from 1-B saying something and even the faint smack that followed as that orange haired chick apologized for him. It was almost like he’d been listening to the TV volume only turned up to 2 and now suddenly it was changed to 10. It would be overwhelming if he were anyone else, he guessed. Katsuki imagined this is what those videos of colorblind people wearing those special glasses was like. To experience the world with a sense that was dulled for so long only to be informed that said sense could be much better.

He’d spent so much time glaring at the stupid things and then fiddling with them to get them adjusted that he’d been beaten to class by the self proclaimed ‘Bakusquad’. Kirishima was sitting on Sero's desk facing the door and when he spotted Katsuki, broke back out into that same grin he did that rivaled the light flickering in from the windows. “Hey, Bakugou!” He raised an arm in greeting, grabbing the attention of the other idiots who all turned to greet him though not as enthusiastically as Kirishima. Not much of a surprise considering the red head was very clearly the only morning person among them.

Katsuki tsk'ed in greeting but Kirishima seemed to be studying him harder than usual and it was pretty clear what he was searching for. So with a roll of his eyes, Katsuki turned his head slightly so Kirishima could see the small bit of orange poking out from under his hair and if the smile he was greeted with was bright, this one was blinding. He didn’t say anything much to Katsuki's relief, just looked back at Kaminari despite his grin not fading as Katsuki walked over to his desk and tossed his bag down. Such a stupid little thing and Kirishima was grinning like he'd won the lottery.

Class was almost night and day.

He could hear Aizawa’s lazy tone easily, better than he had ever remembered being able to. He didn't need to rely on his handouts and the board to take notes. It was considerably easier to understand Ectoplasm now too and, much to his sheer and utter annoyance, he could hear Deku muttering to himself again. It was annoying, sure, and he almost considered taking the stupid things out to prevent it, but the fact that he actually could stopped him. Even Deku's muttering couldn't quite distract from the almost wonder he had. He could also pick up on Kaminari and Kirishima whispering though he coldn't make out what. (Probably about the math problem Ectoplasm just wrote down.)

The lunchroom was another experience. He hadn’t ever heard it this loud and he muttered to Sero if something special was happening because of the noise before Sero eyed him confused and said it was always this loud. Huh. He knew it should be considering the amount of teenagers cramed into it, but the thought hadn't really ever crossed his mind just how loud it should be. It was almost painful. Their usual table was at least a little quieter since it was in the far back. Katsuki was actually able to hear Kaminari approaching without relying on the slight ting of electricity in the air that usually was his give away. He looked up and watched as he and Kirishima stepped over towards them, caught up in some conversation about something, only stopping when Kirishima moved away and took his usual spot beside Katsuki while Kaminari went to sit in front of him.

“Hey, Bakubro! You look-“

Katsuki winced. “Fuck, can you maybe not talk so damn loud?!” He brought his hands up to his ears, wincing as they gave off feedback which he assumed was due to the mentioned static Kaminari gave off. Maybe he really should speak to support about upgrading them if he was going to start using them more. Wait, was that going to be a thing? He'd told Kirishima he'd wear them today; not from then on. When had he decided this was going to be a permanent thing?

He was lost in his own thoughts about if this so he missed the way Sero, Ashido, and Kaminari looked at each other, then at him, then back to one another. “Uh? He’s talking like he usually does. Which yeah, it’s loud, but it’s his usual volume.” Sero defended, looking all the world like Katsuki had just started sprouting a second head.

Shit.

Katsuki huffed and looked down pointedly at his lunch, taking a bite of rice to further avoid meeting their gaze. “Well tone it the fuck down, dunce-face.”

Kirishima was pointedly quiet while the three others sat in silence for a joyous and nerve wracking moment. He wondered briefly if they would just drop it, but no, he was never that lucky. He heard a gasp, knew it was Ashido, and jerked his gaze back up just as she leaned across the table and reached over to move his hair aside. “You got hearing aids!”

“Fuckin’-! Don’t touch me!” He swatted her hand away but the damage was done.

She was grinning from ear to ear and practically bouncing in her seat. “Oh my gosh, they look so good! That color is going to match your uniform perfectly!”

“Nice, dude! When did you get those?”

“Does this mean you’ll answer when I ask you for help now?”

“I think he was just always ignoring you, Kami.”

"What? No! Why would he do that?"

"Because you ask him for answers on every problem rather than how to solve it?"

Bakugou watched the three teens in front of him suddenly turn on Kaminari, laughing at the other blond’s expense. They hadn’t even flinched at him wearing them! No jokes, no sympathetic looks, nothing! They just took it in stride as if he’d said the weather outside was cool. He looked over at Kirishima to get confirmation that he wasn’t insane and they had really found out what he deemed his weakness. Kirishima met his gaze with a knowing grin and a shrug of his shoulders, a silent ‘I-told-you-it-wasn’t-a-big-deal’ look on his face. Katsuki shot him a glare but turned back to his meal to try and hide the smile he knew would betray any small amount of anger it may have had.

They didn't seem to care. He'd spent so much of his life dreading the day he'd have to wear these stupid things. Dreading the way people would look at or perceive him. He was Bakugou Katsuki and the only way he should be looked at was with admiration or fear; not pity or sympathy, and he whole heartedly believed that was going to be the outcome wearing these would bring. He expected the three idiots in front of him to make a huge ordeal about it, but they just seemed relieved and excited. Just like Kirishima had been.

Maybe having friends wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

---

After that, Katsuki wore them daily. They became second nature from then on and he wanted to be surprised that nobody seemed to even flinch at them, but after seeing his friend’s reactions, he really wasn't. What was supposed to be a weakness was nothing more than another area he could work with. Something Katsuki could train and hone like his quirk. He’d even followed Kirishima’s idea and got a pair that would work with his mask. They got upgraded to protect his remaining hearing from his explosions while enhancing it. His regular ones got an upgrade as well so they’d stop sending him feedback every time Kaminari got within a foot of him which spared Kaminari getting threatened and snapped at so it was a win for him as well. (Both pairs were returned black with an orange X printed on them and Kirishima swore he knew nothing about it.)

Months passed and it was hard to imagine he’d ever put up such a fight to wear the stupid things. They really did make a difference and it was even better knowing nobody felt the need to shout at him. Part of him wondered just how many people did but also didn’t think his pride could risk asking. It was like nothing had changed and while he wouldn’t ever admit it, it was apparent he had worried and put this off for absolutely no reason. His friends rolled with it like nothing had happened and that alone, while he refused to admit it, was the real reason he continued to keep it up after the first day. The idiots seemed to be full of surprises, especially Kirishima.

So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise what happened one night during the middle of their second year. The pair were up late in Bakugou’s room going over the latest math homework they’d been given. Well, more like Katsuki was going over Kirishima’s since his was already finished. At some point he’d taken his hearing aids out figuring he wouldn’t really need them in the quiet of his room.

He marked one last problem Kirishima needed to look over and handed the paper back. The red head took it then asked ‘Do you want to go get something to eat?’

“Yeah sure.”

He pushed himself up and brought an arm back behind his head to stretch it out and then it dawned on him. Kirishima hadn’t spoken. His lips hadn’t moved.

“What?!”

Kirishima startled at his yelling. “I asked-“

“I know what you asked!” Katsuki was pretty sure he must look strange because Kirishima was looking at him with sheer, utter confusion. “It’s- it’s how you asked it!”

The red head blinked at him in confusion, clearly not understanding why Katsuki was suddenly so upset. “What about it?”

“You signed!”

“Yeah?” He held the ‘ea’ sound out as if the pause would help him figure out what had happened. Katsuki could feel his face heating up. “Dude, I’m so confused right now. What’s wrong?”

“You-! You fuckin’ signed to me!”

“Yeah, you covered that part. What about it?”

“When the fuck did you learn it?!”

Kirishima still looked at him baffled. “Dude, I’ve known for years. My mom is hard of hearing.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because I didn’t think I’d need to? I sign to you all the time, man!” Now it was Katsuki’s turn to look lost. He looked at the red head for a few minutes as if he’d just told him some world altering view, which he kinda did. “You good, bro?”

“No I’m not ‘good’! When the fuck have you ever signed to me?!” Though as the question left his lips, memories started replaying in his head. One’s of Kirishima casually signing ‘lunch?’ while verbally saying they should head to grab a bite to eat. Memories of Kirishima signing ‘that was awesome!’ after Katsuki did some impressive move in training. Of Kirishima’s fingers moving to ask him to pass his notes back over. Vision after vision of Kirishima slipping it into such casual setting from the first weeks he knew him and wow, okay that did something to his heart.

Why hadn’t he ever noticed it before? When the hell had Kirishima become such a casual part of his life that him speaking in a language hardly anyone knew became second nature? How had he learned so much about Katsuki without him ever knowing the red head was close enough to figure him out? Why did he decide to dedicate so much of his energy and time to be around him?!

“Dude?” He looked over at Kirishima who was now looking at him worried. “I was kinda kidding when I asked if you were good but now I’m actually worried. Are you alright? You look, like, sick."

Katsuki dropped to his knees in front of the red head who was looking even more concerned now. He opened his mouth, probably to once again ask if Katsuki was okay, when Katsuki put his hands on either side of his head and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t anything spectacular on the outside, just a chaste kiss, but it was an awakening for Katsuki who avoided feelings and distractions. Katsuki who had mentioned romance was the furthest thing on his mind when Ashido asked him back in first year if he was interested in anyone. So yeah, it wasn’t the most romantic of kisses as Katsuki hadn’t exactly kissed anyone aside from one or two people back in middle school and Kirishima hadn’t exactly moved or leaned into it let alone reacted.

Wait, shit. Kirishima hadn’t reacted.

That thought had him pulling back immediately, apology already forming but going unspoken as Kirishima mirrored the gesture of grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. Now it was Katsuki’s turn to be shocked but it faded in seconds, eyes closing on instinct as he moved to rest his hands on Kirishima’s hips. Kirishima in turn gently cupped the side of his face, guiding Katsuki’s head to tilt to the side slightly so he could deepen it. Alright, this one was much better than the pitiful one Katsuki had just done. Kirishima’s lips slid against his like they were meant to be connected and his hands lit Katsuki’s skin on fire. The feeling was like wearing his hearing aids for the first time. Like reawakening a sense that had been muted for years. He didn’t want it to end but after one last slow kiss, Kirishima pulled back, lips parted as he breathed.

Katsuki opened his eyes and blinked down at him, no doubt looking as kiss-drunk as the red head. Kirishima beamed back up at him, cheeks tinted red which Katsuki could feel his own face mimicking. He glanced away as if that would hide it, ignoring the way his heart rate picked up when Kirishima’s arms moved to wrap around his waist, head resting against his chest. He had about a billion things he wanted to say, knew Kirishima had about a billion he probably wanted to ask, but of course the red head knew him well enough to know he needed a minute before he spoke. Kirishima knew him so well. How did he not ever connect these dots and do this sooner?!

“So you like me.”

Alright, maybe not the elegant response he wanted but he earned a laugh from Kirishima. He shrugged and looked up at him so Katsuki could see his lips, smile still present. “What finally gave that away?”

Katsuki could feel his face flush anew. “’Finally’?”

“I haven’t exactly been trying to hide it from you.”

“You never fuckin’ said anything!”

“Again, never thought I’d need to.”

And alright, that was fair if he thought about it. He frowned but it was more at himself than at Kirishima and he ducked his head down to rest against the red head’s shoulder, the red head pulling him close. “You have awful taste.” He muttered to which Kirishima just hummed, lightly resting his head against the side of Katsuki’s.

They stayed like that for a while longer before Kirishima’s stomach made them remember what had started this whole ordeal in the first place. As they stood up and started to head out, Katsuki paused and turned grabbing his hearing aids and sliding them into place, ignoring the way Kirishima’s face lit up at the simple motion. He didn’t comment on it though, only taking Katsuki’s hand for a whole second before dropping it. Katsuki arched a brow, about to ask what was wrong.

‘I really, really like you, Katsuki.’

Katsuki was pretty sure his face was currently redder than the idiot in front of him’s hair and mumbled a quiet “Fuck you” as he lightly punched his shoulder. Kirishima laughed and caught Katsuki’s hand before it fell away. He went to lace their fingers together and tug him down the hall but Katsuki stayed rooted to the spot. Kirishima looked back at him, head tilting in the ‘whats-up’ way he did before Katsuki pulled his hand back.

‘You are an idiot, but I like you too.’

It shouldn’t be a surprise the way Kirishima’s eyes lit up. It shouldn’t be breath taking the blinding smile such a simple statement was met with. It shouldn’t make his heart skip when he was rewarded with another kiss. None of it should be but here Katsuki was, arms wrapped around this dumb, red headed ray of sunshine who managed to do the impossible.

#KiriBaku #Bakugou Katsuki #Kirishima Eijirou #BakuShima #Deaf Bakugou #Bakugou #Kirishima #BNHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #MHA #klutzys writing

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ererokii · 4 years

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hi!! can i request an uraraka x fem!reader where reader suppresses her crush on uraraka because of her crush on midoriya and doesnt want to get in the way of a potential relationship, but then uraraka realizes her crush was a serious case of comphet and starts crushing on the reader? and they start the whole song and dance of "oh! she baked me heart-shaped cookies with a note professing her undying love to me?? she must see me as a friend :)" until one of them properly confesses to the other?

Hi anon! I’m sorry that this took so long, i got caught up with my other fics, hope you enjoy <3

You couldn’t help but nod and smile as Ochako went on about how good and cute Izuku was. You didn’t mind it, but there was a small problem.

You had the biggest crush on Ochako Uraraka for years now. You suspected she had feelings for the green-haired boy since your first year at UA. It was obvious, anyone could see it. The way her cheeks darkened as she got more giddy and upbeat whenever he was around.

“I don’t know if he likes me though! Y/N, what should I do?!”

Startled, you jumped up at the sound of your name and looked in her direction. “O-oh! I’m sure he likes you too! B-Both of you would make a cute couple in my opinion!”

You sent her another fake smile. On the outside, it looked like a girl supporting her friend. On the inside, you were breaking and wanting to break down at any moment now.

“Y/N you really think so? Hey...why are you tearing up?” Her tone grew worrisome as it lowered, her hand reaching out to be placed on your shoulder.

“Nothing!” You snapped and stood up abruptly off the bench. “I’m fine!”

Heads turned in the direction of you two, eyeing the scene that was now unfolding in front of them.

You felt a tear dribble down your face as you clenched your teeth, feeling your nails dig into the palm of your sweaty hand.

“Are..are you sure?”

You meekly nodded and turned on your heel, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Just go ask Midoryia already. Both of you look great together.”

She was taken aback at the sudden movement of your body running away from her, making your way to leave the cafeteria as your figure grew smaller and smaller with each step you took to get away.

Why were you acting this way? Was it something she did? Did she offend you?

A pair of heavy footsteps grew louder and louder till they stopped right behind her.

“What did you do this time? You make her cry like an idiot” Bakugou’s voices boomed from behind, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants.

“I didn’t do anything” she whispered breathlessly. “She just ran off when I was talking about Midoryia.”

Bakugou laughed and shook his head. “Oh man, that’s fucking funny!” He stopped laughing and walked around to face her.

“Do you even like the damn nerd? Or you just think you do?”

She did like Izuku. She showed her interest in him more than one time. She had to like him. She did like him.

Then why did she feel so uneasy saying it out loud?

“I..” she trailed off and gripped the skirt of her uniform. “I don’t know”

“Hah?! What do you mean you don’t know?! It’s not that fucking hard! Well whatever that’s your shit, not mine, least someone else likes you.”

“Who?”

“Think and you’ll find out pink cheeks,” and with that he walked off, leaving her to be alone with her thoughts.

Was it you? Did you like her?

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Since her talk with Bakugou, she couldn’t help but stay stuck on what he said.

“Or just think you do” she mumbled, recalling his words as she placed her hands on the bathroom counter, leaning forward as she stared into her reflection.

Izuku was cute. Izuku was intelligent. Izuku was caring. Izuku was selfless. Izuku was strong.

She could think about his qualities but couldn’t bring herself to fully say she liked him, that’s if she even did.

Her mind wandered off to you.

You were beautiful, strong, amazing, intelligent.

At the thought of you she let out a happy sigh, eyes lidded as her mouth tugged up in a smile.

More than one time your smile greeted her in the morning. The sweet sound of your soft voice filling her ears when you would whisper good morning. The time it snowed and you were shivering, your nose red as you wore a cute beanie that made her think that you were the cutest thing on the planet.

Her eyes snapped open as she stared into the mirror, her cheeks flushed. One of her hands touched her face as she sucked in a breath.

“Y/N, ” she whispered softly.

She was lying to herself the whole time. She never said she liked Izuku. When the girls would tease her about her so-called crush she would just laugh it off and never think about it.

It was you.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

In class she spotted you sitting in your chair, your legs swinging underneath the desk as you stared outside the window, mindlessly.

“Y/N!” She called out then covered her mouth quickly. You looked over at her, head tilting sideways in confusion. “Hi, Ochako!”

She gulped and rubbed the back of her head. “Your hair is...it looks very pretty today!”

You touched your hair and played with a piece in between your fingers. “You think so?”

“I know so!”

“Oh well thank you then.”

She nodded profusely and sat in her chair abruptly, hands clasped together on top of her desk as they twitched ever so faintly.

You glanced at her from your peripheral vision and chuckled. “Nervous about something?”

“You can say that!!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“No, I’m sure these have to work right?! She loves cookies!”

It’s been weeks since Ochako figured out that her feelings for Midoryia were fake. When she found out, the next day she ran up to him and told him how she felt, to which he panicked and begged her to stop yelling.

“Are you sure Uraraka?! Maybe Y/N would appreciate it if you just straight up told her!” Midoryia quickly wrapped the box with a red ribbon on top, placing it back on the table.

“Cookies are a nice gesture! I read it online! They gotta work!”

“Y-Yeah but,” he stuttered and backed off, fixing his school tie. “Can’t you just say it then give her the box instead of leaving the note?! What if she gets the wrong idea?!”

“Pfft please, she won’t! She’s a smart girl”

With her tongue sticking out, she finished writing the note. Putting the pen cap back on she placed her hands on her hips, standing proud at her hard work. “There! It’s perfect!”

As she slipped the note behind the ribbon she stared down at it. “What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Course she does! Everyone can see it, even Todoroki can!”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

He held his hands up in defense. “I don’t know! Shouldn’t you go give them to her now?!”

“Give them to who?”

With a shriek, Midoryia jumped up. “Okay, I gotta go bye! Hi Y/LN! Okay bye!”

You stepped aside as you watched him run out of the room, noticing his odd behavior. “Is Deku okay? That was a bit out of the ordinary, even for him.”

“Yeah, he’s totally okay!” She grabbed the box of cookies and held them to her chest. “Um..these are for you!” With a push, she shoved the box into your chest. “Okay see you later now! Bye Y/N!”

Her footsteps grew quieter and quieter. You stared down at the box and noticed a white piece of paper. You pulled it out and read the writing.

I want us to get closer. You’re really cute

- Ochako <3

“Oh. That’s cute of her,” you picked up a cookie and held it to your mouth, biting onto it as you walked out of the room, humming softly as you enjoyed your cookie.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“I’ve given her cookies, flowers, and even small drawings! She hasn’t said anything! I don’t think she likes me after all Deku!”

Ochako paced the common room, hands tangled in her hair in stress, muttering things underneath her breath.

“That’s not true!” Midoryia shook his head and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe she’s not ready for a relationship! Maybe she’s nervous?”

Ochako stopped pacing around and let her shoulders sag, looking down at her slippers. “Yeah..that’s probably it”

“So don’t beat yourself over it! Just give her time”

“Guess you’re right again huh?”

A startled noise made both of them lookup. You dropped your bottle of water as you were now cleaning up the mess.

“S-Sorry!” You squeaked. “I didn’t mean to interrupt!”

Midoryia jabbed his elbow into Ochako’s side and motioned towards your body as if telling her to go help.

She cleared her throat and approached your form. “You get more paper towels, I’ll help”

A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you stood up. “Thank you Ochako”

Midoryia sent her a thumbs up before running up the stairs quickly to his dorm, taking the steps by twos.

Both of you fell into a peaceful silence as you cleaned the mess. Your head fell forward as your hair covered your face.

“There is something I want to tell you Ochako”

“O-Okay, go ahead” she bit her lip and sat back on her knees.

“I know..I know that you like Deku. And it’s okay. He’s cute and smart, I can see why you do. But um...I like you. A lot actually. I’ve liked you since the beginning of our second year. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to ruin your potential relationship with him.”

Her body tensed up, eyes bulging out as her mouth was parted, looking like a fish gasping for water. “You like me?”

“Yeah, I kinda just said that right now..”

She cried out and wrapped her arms around you, tackling you to the floor. “Why didn’t you say anything?! What about the cookies and the flowers?!”

“I thought those were friendly gestures!!”

She shook her head quickly. “No!! It was meant for me to let you know how I felt!!”

“Why didn’t you just say it out front?!”

“I panicked! Why didn’t you?!”

“I thought you liked Deku!” You laughed, covering your face.

Her laughter soon joined yours as she cradled your face in her hands, leaning her forehead on yours. “Guess we’re both idiots huh?”

“Yeah I guess so,” you said lowly and grabbed her hand, fingers interlocking together. “Will you be my idiot?”

“As long as I get to kiss you and call you my little idiot.”

“That’s all I ever wanted.”

#bnhabookclub #ochako uraraka #uraraka ochako #uraraka x reader #request #ochako uraraka x reader #fic #my fic #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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theanimesideblog · 4 years

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Mind if I request a fluffy mini-fic where bakugou and his 220cm!male!s/o are sleeping together cause bakugou got scared of a thunderstorm (and his bf now has to comfort him)

Bakugou x 220cm!Male!Reader: Lightning Strike

TW: fear of lightning, mention of spiders

Bakugou sat up quickly as thunder shook his room.

Great. A thunderstorm.

Thunderstorms scared him. He didn’t know why. He assumed gang it was for the same reason his mom jumped at the sight of a spider, but stood fast against anything else.

He didn’t mind the sound, not even a little. He was used to the loud noise, he had to be with his quirk, but it didn’t make him any less scared of lightning.

The lightning made Bakugou jump. It was chaotic and uncontrolled, yielding to no force expect its own. It didn’t help that the thunder seemed to last for hours and was close enough to make the dorm shake. Bakugou felt his heart race faster and faster with every boom. He had tried going back to sleep, but when that didn’t work he found himself outside your room.

You opened your door to see a tired, frustrated, pillow-in-hand Bakugou. You, unfazed by the storm, raised an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“What’s-“

“I hate the thunder. I can’t sleep.” Bakugou huffed, looking away in embarrassment. “I was hoping being with you would help.” You smiled kindly at him and invited him in.

Bakugou was all but ready to curl up on the floor. He was nervous you could reject him if he tried to cuddle with you. Normally, he wouldn’t be, but he felt so weak. He always viewed himself as a strong man but in this moment, he felt like a scared boy

“Babe, come to bed. Sleeping on the floor won’t do you any good.” You said. Bakugou felt a weight of relief settle over him. He quickly hopped into your awaiting arms and under the covers. You pulled him close, his head nestling under your own.

He flinched as a giant boom filled the room and grabbed onto you. You drew absentminded patterns into his skin.

“You don’t have to be ashamed.” You told him.

“‘Course I do. I’m the exploding hero.” He said.

“But this isn’t your explosions, this is nature.” You said. Bakugou remained silent. “I have an irrational fear, if that makes you feel better.” Bakugou moved he was facing you.

“What? What is it?” He asked. You told him, which seemed to make him relax. He felt better knowing he wasn’t the only one with a baseless fear.

“(Y/N)... can you keep talking? It helps me calm down.” Bakugou asked. You smiled and dove into another story.

“One time, when I was a kid...” You said, your voice like a soothing song. Bakugou curled your closer to you once again.

This time, he was able to listen to your steady heartbeat. It was steady and calm, like your voice. Despite the harsh weather outside, your pulse was stable and unwavering. Your body was big enough that you practically chaged Bakugou in your embrace. In that moment, he felt safe and secure, as if nothing could break the atmosphere you had created.

Bakugou soon fell asleep in your embrace, and slept through the whole night without a hint of discomfort.

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 3 years

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The only thing you wanna do is...

The only thing you wanna do is... by tomddario17

boom boom boi: and if we are doing this shit you are coming down with me pika pika: huh? boom boom boi: the last part idiot i don't do shit half assed thats for you damn extras pika pika: wdym? boom boom boi: istg dunce face i'm coming to your room pika pika: what?! why -? boom boom boi is offline pika pika: oh fuck okay then pika pika is offline or kaminari woke up and chose death ft. SIX the musical, slightly nsfw pics and a shocked class groupchat.

Words: 5867, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Shinsou Hitoshi, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Iida Tenya

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Past Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Past Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Implied Relationships, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Hard of Hearing Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki are Best Friends, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Texting, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Six the Musical References, lyric prank, Kinda OOC Bakugou Katsuki, kinda OOC Todoroki Shouto, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, Implied Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, no actual cheating tho, Class 1-A is now 3-A, Class 3-A, Most of Class 1-A is queer and you can't change my mind, chat fic, Song: All You Wanna Do (Six), Satou and Koda have like 2 sentences sorry, no beta we die like sir nighteye, this isnt exactly what i intended to write, but oh well, emojis on pc look so weird ugh, Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Intentionally Bad Spelling & Grammar

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31343288

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kiribaku #♥#Kiribaku #Denki Kaminari #💥#💎#⚣#R:T #A:Tomddario #Bakusquad #Chat Fic #Hurt Comfort

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chibistarlyte · 4 years

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shut up and dance with me

“Do you want to dance with me, Aizawa-kun?” Yagi asked with an almost bashful smile, and Aizawa couldn’t tell if it was the dim, colorful lights or a blush that was turning Yagi’s sharp cheeks pink.

“Alright,” he agreed, pushing himself off the wall and taking Yagi’s hand.

i wrote this fluffy erasermight fic for the @auyeahaugust prompt “dance” because i’m a slut for soft erasermight and i needed them to slow dance together.

thank you kat @sunshineijirou for betaing, as always. ilu!

read the fic below the cut or here on ao3! you can also find a masterlist of all my bnha fics here!

More often than not, Aizawa would rather be sleeping than wherever he was present at any given time, especially if he was required to socialize or be in other peoples’ presence. It took so much effort to keep up appearances, to refrain from being curt and rude when people tried to talk to him. He preferred the peace and quiet that solitude brought (though, he did enjoy all the quiet time he'd get to spend with Eri when he wasn't busy with other things).

Yet somehow, he still ended up getting roped into being a chaperone for the dance UA was holding for its third years.

It had been Principal Nezu's idea—after some recent run-ins with villains and the like, the little mouse thought it'd be a good idea to hold some fun event to help the students, particularly those in the hero course, unwind and have a good time. But they still had to be prepared if something happened, and Aizawa was part of the chaperoning team to ensure the students’ safety.

So here he was, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair pulled back into a messy bun low at his neck, leaning against the wall far away from anyone else with his arms crossed and eyes squinted, watchful for any trouble.

Yamada was DJing, because of course he was, though Aizawa had to admit that his best friend and eternal thorn in his side had a knack for knowing what music was popular with the kids nowadays. Everyone seemed to be having a good time on the dance floor. Aizawa even cracked a smile at the aptly-named Bakusquad's antics—Shinsou had Kaminari under his mind control and was forcing the electric boy to perform a bunch of embarrassing dance moves, much to the joy of the other students. Even Bakugou laughed, which brought a smirk to Aizawa's usually bored and impassive face.

"Was that a smile I just saw, Aizawa-kun?" came a very familiar voice, teasing in its tone.

Aizawa looked up to see Yagi standing next to him, holding two plastic cups, one in each of his large, bony hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Aizawa said, uncrossing his arms and taking the drink his coworker held out to him.

Yagi just smiled knowingly and took to leaning next to Aizawa against the wall. He hunched his shoulders and extended his noodle legs out a bit, his intimidating height dwindling just a little. But even dwarfing himself in such a way, he still towered over Aizawa.

"Glad to see you're not wearing that garish yellow suit you seem to favor so much," Aizawa commented dryly before taking a sip of punch. And he meant it. Yagi looked good in his navy blue suit, accented with a crisp white shirt and a red tie. It wasn't so oversized like his usual clothing, when he needed to be sure any outfit would accommodate a quick transformation into All Might.

Yagi laughed, the sound coming from deep in his throat. "Why does everyone hate that suit so much?" he lamented, bringing his own cup to his lips. "Even you, who cares the least about fashion than anyone I know."

Aizawa shrugged, finishing his punch off in a couple of long gulps. "I prefer comfort and practicality over all else," he said, gesturing to his own black suit, complete with a dark charcoal grey shirt and a sloppily knotted black tie. He definitely didn't like dressing up, but at least he could say that his clothing was comfortable and afforded him some kind of inconspicuousness with the dark shades.

"Well. You look good, Aizawa-kun," Yagi said warmly, and Aizawa could see his bright blue eyes squinted in a genuine smile.

Regretting that he couldn't hide behind the rim of his cup, having already finished his drink, Aizawa averted his gaze. "You too," he muttered, tapping the toe of his dress shoe against the gymnasium floor.

They stood in companionable silence, watching their students rock out to the fun and upbeat songs on Yamada's tracklist. Aizawa felt particularly amused observing Midoriya's attempt to teach Todoroki to dance. The icyhot boy's movements were so stiff and rigid that he made Iida's gestures look loose and free-flowing by comparison.

When the song ended, Yamada's loud, booming voice called the attention of the entire gymnasium.

"Hey, hey, hey! You guys ready for a slow song?! Grab your favorite dance partners and just swaaaaay to the melody. Yeah!" the voice hero yelled as he messed with some buttons and switches on his turntable setup. There was a smooth transition into a much softer, much slower song with gentle piano and feminine vocals.

Aizawa watched as the students began to pair off, confirming some of his suspicions as to the dating lives of his kids.

Somehow Kirishima was able to coerce Bakugou to join him on the dance floor, and once they were there, Bakugou’s head rested on Kirishima’s shoulder as if it was meant to be there.

Midoriya placed his hands on Todoroki’s solid shoulders, and Todoroki shyly touched his hands to Midoriya’s waist with an almost indecipherable smile on his face.

Asui took Uraraka’s hands in her own larger ones. Jirou pointedly made sure to look at Yaoyorozu’s face, a light blush on her cheeks. Dark Shadow swayed happily over Tokoyami and Shouji, clearly enjoying the music.

The erasure hero was glad that amongst all the strife they’d gone through, his kids seemed to find a little bit of love along the way.

Aizawa nearly jumped out of his skin when a large hand appeared in his vision, palm up in invitation.

Normally he would have scoffed or rolled his eyes, or any other manner of clear dismissal at the offer. He had no interest in dancing, never had, and besides, he was here to keep watch and make sure everyone was safe. He had a job to do.

Still...something in Yagi’s eyes, eyes that radiated like sunlight reflected through colored glass in the sunken pits of his eye sockets, gave Aizawa pause and made his chest tighten for some godforsaken reason.

Damn, he was going soft.

“Alright,” he agreed, pushing himself off the wall and taking Yagi’s hand.

Yagi lit up like a kid in a candy store, smiling in that soft yet vibrant way of his as he led Aizawa out onto the dance floor.

“So...how does...one do this?” Aizawa muttered only loud enough for Yagi to hear, looking down at their still joined hands. “I’ve never danced before.”

“Well, it’s not like we have to waltz or anything,” Yagi said with a low chuckle. “Here...you can put your hand on my shoulders, and I’ll just…” he trailed off, bringing his free hand up and placing it hesitantly on Aizawa’s hip. Aizawa could feel the heat of Yagi’s palm through the fabric of his suit.

Aizawa brought his own free hand up toward Yagi’s shoulder, and it wasn’t until they were standing face-to-face, a hair’s breadth away from each other, that he realized just how damn tall the blond was, even in his skeletal form.

“Don’t think I can reach comfortably,” Aizawa said, bringing his arm back down and circling it around Yagi’s twig-thin waist. His calloused hand nestled in the small of Yagi’s back. “This alright?”

“Y-Yeah,” Yagi said with a nod and a weak smile, giving Aizawa’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe I should…” Yagi shifted, placing his other hand on Aizawa’s shoulder. It was a comforting weight that almost gave the illusion that Aizawa was wearing his binding scarves.

“Now what?” Aizawa said with a slight frown.

Smiling softly, Yagi curled his long fingers just a bit tighter around Aizawa’s much smaller hand. “We just, uh, sway to the music, y’know?” To illustrate, Yagi swayed side to side in time with the slow rhythm of the song, gently guiding Aizawa to do the same.

It was surprising how relaxing such a simple motion felt, Aizawa thought as he let himself be led by Yagi. The ever-present tension in his muscles seemed to melt away with every passing moment, and Aizawa felt...content, and perhaps a little sleepy.

Without even thinking, he leaned forward and rested his head against Yagi’s chest. He could hear the other man’s pulse in his ear, could feel the pounding of his heart against his cheek even through the layers of clothing separating them. But they weren’t doing anything even remotely strenuous. Why was Yagi’s heart beating so fast?

Blond hair tickled his temple as Yagi leaned his head down, resting his bony chin atop Aizawa’s scruffy mess of hair that hadn’t been tamed by the bun. Yagi’s hand traveled up from Aizawa’s shoulder to behind his neck, and Aizawa involuntarily shivered as Yagi’s fingertips almost lovingly stroked the sensitive skin at the base of his neck.

Aizawa let his fingers curl into the fabric of Yagi’s jacket, not caring if he left wrinkles in his wake. For some inexplicable reason, he felt the need to hold onto Yagi, to pull him close and not let go.

The song came to an end sooner than Aizawa would have liked, and Yamada made a smooth transition into some pop-punk headbanger that immediately changed the mood of the gymnasium. Aizawa couldn’t help the slight scowl that overtook his features. And just when he was getting comfortable, too…

Yagi took a small step back, creating a polite space between them that Aizawa wanted to close again immediately. “This is a little too upbeat for my old bones,” the Symbol of Peace joked with another of his bashful smiles.

“Perhaps we should go back to supervising, then,” Aizawa said, slowly loosening his fingers from Yagi’s suit jacket and dropping his hand back to his side. Yagi did the same, trailing his fingertip across Aizawa’s neck as he removed his hand from his coworker.

They still held each other’s hands, though, neither of them ready to let go just yet.

“Thanks for the dance,” Aizawa said, meeting Yagi’s gentle gaze with a relaxed one of his own.

“No, thank you, Aizawa-kun. I’m very happy you agreed to dance with me,” Yagi said with a disarming smile.

Something hung in the air between them, something charged and soft at the same time—something magnetic, something exhilarating and calming and frightening, all mixed into a cacophony of energy that left Aizawa’s nerves tingling.

Just then, Yagi leaned forward and kissed Aizawa’s forehead. Aizawa practically melted on the spot with a soft exhale, letting his eyes slide shut for just a moment. But when he cracked them open again, Yagi was gone, already across the gymnasium.

Placing a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart, Aizawa left the dance floor himself. When he saw his loudmouth best friend waving at him from behind his DJ podium, Aizawa sighed. Damn, he probably saw what had just transpired between him and Yagi. He weaved through the dancings students, headed for Yamada’s music station.

“Shouta!” Yamada greeted, leaning on his turntable with his elbow to get closer to Aizawa. “I see you had a good time during that last song, hm?” the blond asked, waggling his eyebrows in a very suggestive manner.

Aizawa rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, glaring death at his best friend. “Shut up, or I’ll strangle you with my tie and make it look like an accident,” he warned, voice dangerously low.

Yamada just laughed at Aizawa’s threat to his life, patting his slightly shorter friend on the back hard enough to bruise. “You won’t and you know it,” he teased, sticking his tongue out. “You’re all bark and no bite. Which works out well for Yagi-san, ne?”

Blowing out a sigh, Aizawa didn’t deign Yamada’s comment with an answer. He didn’t leave his best friend’s side, though, just leaned back against the wall like before. He adopted his usual no-nonsense expression, his lips pulled down in a slight frown. His dark eyes surveyed the room, once again on high alert for any possible danger.

But when he looked across the gym and met gazes with a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed man standing over by the punch table, Aizawa couldn’t fight down the tiny smile that crept up on his face.

#erasermight #erasermight fic #aizawa shouta #yagi toshinori #bnha #bnha fic #my writing

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