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kitthepurplepotato · 5 months

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Chapter 10: Auntie’s chili-chocolate muffins.

Summary: There’s an intruder in the Bakugou house. 3 of them, actually. Having alone-time with Katsuki is a luxury but having friends over isn’t that bad either.

Featuring Mama Bakugou, Shitty Deku and Half and Half gay disaster.

FIRST CHAPTER MASTERLIST

⚠️ Swear words, someone makes a sex joke

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Getting out of the bath was a challenge, but in the best way possible.

First of all, kissing Katsuki senseless in the bathtub while you trying your best to not touch in inappropriate places was probably the funniest and hottest interaction you’ve ever had. After a few minutes Katsuki did stop your shenanigans and kindly asked you to close your eyes until he gets out, his ears red as a tomato; it was so absolutely adorable you almost melted together with the bubbly water in the tub.

There was yelling, squeaking and a lot of giggles when it was your time to get out; your body got so relaxed it didn’t really want to cooperate with you so Katsuki had to help you but as you didn’t want him to see you naked he kinda had to get you out blind which was also extremely hilarious.

“No peeking, sir!”

“I’m not a fucking pervert!”

“You opened your eyes!”

“No, I did not! Fuck off!”

“Fuck, I don’t have any underwear in here!”

“Loser!”

Honestly, you didn’t think this will be so much fun. To be fair, you genuinely thought you won’t be able to move at all, which is the opposite of what’s happening right now; the fatigue is definitely there and your movements are much slower than usual, you also need to sit down and do nothing for a few minutes after being on your feet for longer than half an hour, but other than that, you almost feel okay. Katsuki gives you his shoulder every time you need the toilet or need to change rooms, but you are more than capable to do everything; you even managed to wash the dishes by yourself! Katsuki did end up standing right behind you just in case something goes wrong, but… Okay, you had to take a nap after and Katsuki wasn’t too happy about that because apparently you looked like you just did a 3 hour work out session after but it really seems like you will be able to ditch the meds next week. You are the happiest person in the whole world right now.

It’s the afternoon when someone knocks on Katsuki’s door; by the agitated frown on Katsuki’s face he already knows who that is.

“This fucking hag can’t sit on her fucking ass even if her life depends on it…” He mutters under his nose as he makes his way towards the door.

“The fuck do you…” Katsuki stops mid-yell to stare at the intruder. “Want.”

“Kacchan! Sorry for interrupting!” Deku makes his way inside by running straight to your side, clearly terrified of being slapped in the face. “Hi, Y/N!”

“Hello. Excuse my existence in your personal space, Katsuki.” Todoroki sneaks in as well, looking hot as always.

“Having you here is already a fucking bother, why did you bring the whole fucking ZOO with you?!” Katsuki yells at his mother while he ignores the other two completely.

“Well, fist of all, thank you very fucking much for telling me that my daughter-in-law is in need of assistance.” Momma Bakugou reprimands. Katsuki answers by rolling his eyes, at least until his mother smacks him in the nape. “I was having a coffee with Inko in that new place with the pretty garden and imagine my surprise when she asked me if she’s doing better! I didn’t even know she was sick, goddamit!” The woman yells as she slowly makes her way towards you. Katsuki’s face looks so red he’s probably about to yell profanities in the next few seconds so you decide to cover your ears with the pillow to spare them from the torturous experience.

“YOU DAMN MOTHERFUCKING NERD!” Katsuki yells, just as it was expected. “Can’t you shut your fucking mouth for once in your life?!”

“You know I talk to my mom every day!” The green haired hero whines, hiding his face with his arms in case Katsuki literally explodes on him. “Before you kill me, let me give you something!” Izuku perks up and opens his backpack. He pulls out a massive box of muffins. Katsuki’s eyes are the size of saucers and you swear there is a tiny trail of saliva flowing down the side of his mouth. Todoroki tries his best to conceal the smile on his face but he fails miserably. “I told my mom how nice you were to me the other day and she was so happy about it she asked me to give you this. It’s your favorite chili-chocolate muffins, extra hot!”

Katsuki emerges from the face of the Earth. His gaze is distant, like he’s not even a part of this world anymore. You swear you see tears in his eyes, not like you have the balls to comment on it.

“That chili muffin? The saint chili muffin? Home-made by Auntie?” He mutters under his nose, keeping an eye-contact with the fucking box of muffins like they would disappear if he blinks once.

“Well, it’s been a while since she made them but she tried her best!”

Katsuki takes the box from the hero like it’s the most fragile thing in the world, caressing the top of the box before he opens it and takes a sniff. He doesn’t even try to hide his obsession anymore; he takes a muffin in his hand, looks at it from every angle, making sure it’s not fake, then takes a bite; his eyes get all watery, one single tear dropping down from his face as he chews, slowly and dramatically.

“It’s perfect.”

You’ve never seen Katsuki so calm and content. There isn’t a single wrinkle on his face, no frown, no angry gaze, nothing. No one dares to take a breath; everyone is as silent as a human being can be, just staring at Katsuki’s peaceful face in wonder.

“So now that Katsuki is out of the picture for the next few minutes, how are you, my dear?” Mitsuki’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Oh yeah, I brought you a gift!” Izuku starts to rummage through his bag and takes out another box of muffins, this one full of blueberries.

Mitsuki isn’t too happy with Izuku for jumping into her sentence, but by the look of it she has no heart to tell him off for it.

“Oh, I also brought you something.” Todoroki speaks up and showes a plastic bag into your lap. “It’s something that makes me really happy when I’m sad.”

Izuku facepalms for some reason; you open the bag and there’s….

“Soba noodles?” You ask, feeling like you don’t really understand the joke behind it. It’s not even a full dish, just soba noodles, naked, in a bag. Store bought. What the hell.

“With Izuku’s face on it.” Todoroki adds helpfully, like that explains it all.

“Shouto, I told you this only works for you.” Izuku mutters with a red face, clearly embarrassed of his partner. Katsuki sneaks behind the sofa to take a look into the bag and looks at the half and half hero with a shit eating grin.

“I’ll make sure to tear the packaging right where Deku’s face is. I’ll tear it in half then explode the rest of his body before I throw it into the waste bin so he can be with his brothers and sisters.”

If you wouldn’t know Katsuki is taking the piss right now you would hundred percent question his mental health and his threat level; he looks like the greatest villain of the century, his laugh menacing and cruel. Todoroki looks at him in poor terror and takes the bag from your hands to pull it to his chest; Deku tries to soothe the traumatized hero by caressing his shoulders and muttering calming words into his ears. You’ve never seen so much emotion on the guy’s face before, it’s quite mesmerizing.

“Coming here with these bozos was the worst idea ever, stop ignoring me, children!” Mitsuki yells, offended by the lack of attention.

“Wow, you know that word, hag? I’m impressed” Katsuki mutters to himself as he snatches the bag of soba noodles from Todoroki’s protective arms. He whimpers a bit but lets it go; everyone knows not to poke the sleeping bear, especially not in his own territory.

“I’m not ignoring you! I would never do such thing!” You smile at the woman as you lean into her side to cuddle. “I’m glad to see you again.” You mumble with a sad smile on your face; fuck, you miss your own family so much.

“I’ll be here every day.” The woman perks up and you can hear the sound of explosions coming from the kitchen.

“You are fucking not. Let me enjoy my fucking time with her, hag. You can hog her after she got better.” He yells with a red face. “I’m making cold soba for dinner, you fuckers stayin’?” Katsuki changes his voice into a calmer one, probably not wanting to make the guests feel unwelcome. He changed so much in these past few months it’s ridiculous.

Todoroki beams at his friend; wow, Todoroki has also changed a lot since he got together with Deku. If you wouldn’t know the reason for his sudden change, you would definitely think he is an impostor.

He’s so much more emotional now, so much more free and not ashamed of his own self. You are so happy for those two. Todoroki is even more handsome now, with the tiny smile on his mouth and the loving gaze in his eyes when he looks at Izuku.

Sometimes, this whole situation doesn’t feel real; it feels like a dream of a perfect life and if it’s actually just a dream, you never wanna wake up from it. This is everything you always wanted; a place where you are loved and appreciated for you being you instead of being treated like a rabid dog just because of your honesty and rough words, a place where you belong, a place where you feel safe and happy. You can’t help but tear up a little bit at the thought as you snuggle your face in Mitsuki’s chest to hide it from the gang; you still feel a little bit weird about being so vulnerable in front of them, which is stupid because you know they would never use it against you.

“Your girlie is a really clingy one, isn’t she.” Mitsuki mutters to herself. You move away with a red face; now that you think about it, you really shouldn’t be so close to this woman who you’ve only met twice. “Hey, you are fine, it’s just… we don’t usually do such thing in our family, but it does feel nice to be embraced sometimes.” Mitsuki looks at his son with pure judgment. Katsuki rolls his eyes like a bad teenager and makes his way to the kitchen with his ears red.

The rest of the night goes by really quickly; the whole gang has cold soba for dinner, Todoroki almost cries from how good the dish is then he actually cries when the abnormal amount of wasabi hits him.

“This soba is like having sex, then getting hit in the face in a non-sexual way right when you are about to…”

“Shouto, if you finish your sentence I swear to god I’ll Delaware Smash you to the moon.” Izuku mutters with his face red as Katsuki’s hot sauce collection. Mitsuki almost chokes on her noodles as she tries her best not to laugh out loud; the whole gang fails when Todoroki looks at Izuku with a questioning face, clearly not understanding what did he do wrong this time.

“I didn’t realize the big Todoroki Shouto is such a goofball.” Mitsuki laughs; Izuku looks at her with pure terror as he says the next sentence:

“He’s not joking, Auntie.”

It’s Katsuki’s turn now to laugh like a maniac and the rest of the night goes by so quickly you barely even realize you are being put to bed, half asleep.

“I didn’t even say bye.” You mutter into Katsuki’s strong arms with a pout on your face.

“You are dead tired, Y/N. Don’t overdo it. If you fuck up your recovery by overworking yourself I’ll kill you.” Katsuki mutters as he lowers you into the bed. Your mind is really fuzzy right now, but you still can’t help but ask the next question.

“Can you stay?” You ask the blonde, already missing the warmth of his body.

“This is my bed, you idiot, of course I’m staying.” Katsuki giggles.

“Pinky promise?”

“Really?” You don’t see his face right now but you are quite sure he’s rolling your eyes. “Pinky promise.” Katsuki mutters as he locks his pinkie with yours; in only a few seconds the bed dips next to you and the warmth is finally back; Katsuki’s sweet scent fills your nose as he snuggles up to you and lets himself be vulnerable for once.

“Do you remember when you got sick and ended up in my bed?” Katsuki mutters, deep in thought. His hand plays with your own, drawing circles and explosion shapes into your skin. You can’t make a proper answer anymore so you hum; it’s extremely hard to not fall asleep right on the spot even though Katsuki’s hair tickles your neck a little bit. “You wanted a pinky promise back then as well. It was really fucking cute.” The blonde admits. “When I first met you I hated your guts; I hated how much you remind me of myself and my mistakes, I felt like life sent you for me to get a taste of my own medicine. You were so fucking loud and annoying.” Katsuki continues and you try your best to blink the sleepiness away; bedtime Katsuki’s words are always honest, so whatever he’s about to say, he won’t say it twice. You want to remember everything even if it hurts you. “But then you did these cute fucking things like asking for a pinky promise or laugh at Kirshima’s stupid jokes just to make him happy, then you selflessly jumped right in front of me to save my ass even though I never said a single nice word to you and it confused the shit out of me every time because I wasn’t sure if I want to kill you or keep you close.“ Katsuki pulls you closer, cuddling unashamedly now. “Life might have sent you to fuck me over but it only made me realize I’m not that shit of a person as I thought. Somehow by falling in love with you - fuck this is disgusting - I ended up loving myself a bit more as well. It made me realize how all my actions were fueled by the self-hatred inside me but when you opened up to me and let me in, trusted me with your whole being… it just changed something inside me. I don’t say this too often so open your fucking ears and don’t fall asleep on me - fucking thank you.”

“Fuck’s sake, Katsuki.” You sniffle, much more awake now. This man will be the death of you one day, his grumpy face and his heart stopping confessions under the safe blanket of the night.

“Thank you for letting me love you. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best thing…fuck.” You choke on a sob. “Stop being cheesy and go to sleep for the fucks sake, how am I supposed to top that?!” You whine but Katsuki only laughs; it’s that laugh he only does for you, eyes wrinkling, dimples showing and you hate that you can’t see it properly in the darkness of the night because it’s so fucking rare to see him like that. “I will miss this.” You admit. “I kinda want to say I want to stay weak just to have more of this, but I feel like fighting beside you is just as thrilling as sharing a moment in the bed.” You giggle to yourself.

“Who said I’ll let you fight alongside me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Katsuki murmurs, still giggling. Fuck, you love this arrogant motherfucker so much.

“True, you might be too weak for my sexy hero attire. I don’t want to distract you while you work.” You add sneakily, just to tease him.

“I take everything back. I fucking despise you, you Menace.” Katsuki grumbles as he props himself up on his elbow to give you and angry kiss. Well… a lot of angry kisses.

“Say that without your tongue into my mouth and I might get offended.” You sighs as Katsuki caresses your side, leaving goosebumps on your skin with every touch.

“Nah, I enjoy this way too much.” He mumbles into your mouth. Honestly, you hate being so weak right now when Katsuki gives you all these opportunities to… well… get a bit frisky. Thank god you are numb all over from the exhaustion right now, otherwise sleeping would be off the table. “Now go the fuck to sleep. You can’t even lift your fingers anymore.” He grumbles and it is true; your arms didn’t even manage to reach the blonde’s back, even though you tried your best to pull him closer to you. Katsuki plops back down, cuddling into your side like he always does; it doesn’t take the blonde long to lull you into a peaceful sleep while his fingers play with your hair before he falls asleep himself, glued to your side.

You try your best to not think about the fact that this is all temporary; in a few days, you’ll need to go back to your boring little flat and sleep in a cold bed, where warm touches and the scent of burnt sugar is nothing but a silly little daydream.

“I want to stay here forever…” You murmur under your nose before the world finally goes blank, the problems of the next few days long forgotten.

… next chapter!

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Potato Ramble:

💥 Me: This chapter is 1700 words already, might as well be clever and finish it up because I always end up writing too much right at the end. 2K is enough.

Also me: *finishes the chapter with 3K*

Well, I tried.

💥 I love how Y/N got sick the day before yet everyone knows about it already 😂

💥 I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the sweet talk at the end wasn’t even planned, that just happened 😂 And thank god it did because I love Katsuki’s sleepy talk so much 😭 Like this guy barely says a nice word to his partner during the day then he goes to bed and goes all sweet and cuddly and oh my god, I think I’m love with this guy. 😂

💥 In case you missed to read Katsuki’s POV of the story, it’s coming back in the next chapter!

💥 I really need to stop writing the end notes while I’m sleep deprived, they make no fucking sense. With that said, see you in the next chapter! I think there will be a little time skip to keep the story going!

💥 I hope you guys are having an amazing day! 💜

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gaybananabread · 8 months

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Hi Kasey! I'm honestly happy everytime I read your fics, it was all beautifully written & looks so effortful!! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee reader, with lers todoroki and bakugou hehe (I'm thinking the reader is a new/transfer student to UA, and initially scared of bakugou and todoroki because of their "intimidating presence" during the UA Sports Festival). Deku wanted to show that both of his frends (Baku and Todo) are actually approachable, so Deku introduced the reader to them, and somehow say something that makes them tickle the reader lol (probably deku's saying the reader is ticklish or telling todo & baku in advance that the new student "reader" is intimidated by them so they show their playful sides when introduced to the reader) The readed can be male/gender neutral, but please no foot tickles, thank youu!!! Have a wonderful day Kasey!

AJASHSJ THANK YOUUUU!! That is so sweet, I'm happy you like my writing! 💚 Hopefully they arent too OOC, I really need to watch the new season (TwT) Little disclaimer, the bitch went and deleted itself when my platform updated, so I pumped most of it out at midnight. I'm sorry this is so late, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Lers: Todoroki and Bakugou

Summary: A new transfer student at UA, you're a bit scared of Bakugou and Todoroki's whole demeanors. Midoriya gives them some tips on how to seem less threatening.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

You had been at UA for almost two weeks, most of class 1A warmed up to you pretty quickly. You had finally figured out your class schedule, gotten used to Aizawa's power naps, and made a few friends. The only thing you hadn't gotten used to was how... intimidating some of your classmates were.

Todoroki and Bakugou weren't bad, they just didn't have a very friendly air to them. Bakugou screams and cusses, you were afraid to look at him wrong. And Todoroki... his stoic silence was enough to ward you away. He always seemed like he wasn't in the mood to talk.

One student you managed to befriend was Izuku Midoriya. The greenette did his best to make sure you were comfortable, introducing you to other students and rambling about their interests and skills. It was a bit hard to follow, but he helped you. He also couldn't help but notice your aversion to his two classmates.

He decided to do something about it.

"Come on Kacchan, you know I didn't mean it like that!"

Midoriya had tried talking to the pair about their demeanors, and it went about as well as you can image. Bakugou was not pleased.

"I do NOT need to change for the newbie!" His signature scowl was on his face, his palms crackling as he yelled. He was a touch offended that Midoriya had asked him to dial it back a bit. He's not that scary... right?

"Kacchan... Please? I just want them to feel comfortable around you two." Todoroki hadn't said a word, though his brows were slightly furrowed. He didn't think he came off that intimidating. Sure, he didn't talk much, but you weren't afraid of him... right?

"Look, I'm not saying you two need to change. Just... show your human sides. Be playful, show them you can have fun." He wracked his brain, trying to think of what his classmates could do to show their new friend their playful sides.

An idea popped into his head, making his face light up. Each of his friends had wrecked him within the past month. It's mostly harmless, and a great way to establish a playful relationship with the new student. "I got it! How about you two tickle them!"

Both students blinked, registering his suggestion. Bakugou was the first to react. "Uh, the fuck? How is that gonna help, Deku?!" Todoroki nodded, seeming to agree with the firey blonde.

"Okay, you two need to seem less intimidating, more approachable. You need to be playful! What's more playful than tickling?" Todo bit his lip, considering this. It had admittedly been kinda fun to tickle Midoriya, but with them? He didn't know if it was the best way to go about it.

"I don't know. What if it makes things worse?" Deku sighed, choosing his words carefully. Bakugou was still mumbling, surprisingly giving him a moment to talk.

"I'm not saying it's guaranteed, but it may help. And you didn't hear it from me, but... they kinda like it." That simple sentence took almost all hesitation out of Todoroki. He was still a bit iffy, but if they like it, it's worth a shot.

"Okay, I'll play. They like it, it's an idea. But you seriously think they're just gonna let us waltz up and tickle them? I'd beat the shit outta someone if they did that." The blonde's tone was shockingly neutral, the usual heat replaced with curiosity and skepticism. He wanted to meet you, to take away most of that unnecessary fear. You seemed decent.

"Well, no. Be sneaky about it. You guys are creative, just use a little teamwork. I believe in you!" These ideas could work. You needed to get used to the duo, and they needed to work on their people skills. It's a win-win, if they go for it.

Todoroki huffed before nodding. "I'll try it." His answer was short, yet it was all Midoriya needed. The dual-quirked student was willing to try and get to know you. If that meant being a little silly, so be it.

"Okay! What about you Kacchan?"

The blonde rolled his eyes, a small smile forming on his face. "Fine. Let's try it."

You were sitting on the main room couch, trying to relax. Training that day had been a bit rigourus, leaving you kinda tired. Needless to say, you were more than a little surprised when you saw both Bakugou and Todoroki enter the common room.

You were downright shocked when they both waved at you, coming to join you on the couch. Todoroki leaned on the back of the couch while Bakugou sat down beside you. Tension quickly found it's way into your frame, their combined prescence wracking your nerves.

"Uh... hey guys. You need something?" They look between eachother, as if having a silent debate. Apparently, Bakugou lost, grumbling something before he speaks to you.

"Jus' wanted to say hi. You seem decent, not like the other extras. Great smile, too." Okay, that's a bit out of left field. Hot-tempered Bakugou, complimenting your smile? He seems... almost playful. It's a complete 180 from the Katsuki you're used to.

Todoroki, who's been characteristically quiet, said something that surprised you. "He's right. Your laugh is quite nice." You let your guard down, just enough to loosen the muscles in your shouders and arms. This... wasn't what you were expecting at all.

Seeing you relax, they moved onto Phase 2 of their poorly-discussed plan. Bakugou moved his hand to your side, stopping just shy of your skin. You couIdn't help but freeze up, seeing his fingers twitch ever-so sligty, just inches away from making contact. Clearing your troat, you looked back up at Todoroki.

Both students wore the same mischevious expression. The smile compliments, wiggling fingers, smirks... Oh shi-

Before you could react, 10 wiggling fingers descended on your sides. Baku's tickles were rough and fast, quickly sending you into a giggle fit. "Bakugohohohou! Whahat are you dohohoing?!"

The explosive teen smirked, continuing the onslaught on your poor sides. "Tickling you, dumbass. What else would I be doing?" You batted weakly at his hands, not putting up much of a fight. You didn't really mind. At least not nearly as much as you were pretending to.

Feeling a bit left out, Todoroki grabbed your arms, holding them above your head. Using his free hand, he gently prodded at your armpit. The difference between Todo's light, teasing tickles and Baku's fast, rough torment had your head reeling, little squeaks dotting your laughter.

You could fuel Bakugou's hands exploring, slowly making their way across your stomach. Todoroki contined to tease your armpit, occasionally moving down to knead your ribs. The moment the blonde's fingers reached your belly button, you squealed and twisted in Todo's grip.

Baku took the opportunity to tease you, wanting to establish a playful mood. "Found your giggle button, eh? The squeaking is cute, keep it up."

If you had the choice, you would *not* have kept it up. Being called "cute" by Bakugou wasn't something you felt like reliving. But, with a teasing explosion boy on your belly, you couldn't help but continue.

Todoroki kept his pace steady as he teased your armpit. He didn't want to go too far. The gentle tickling was somehow worse, building up you anticipation and setting your nerves on fire.

You wriggled and squirmed, making a show out of trying to escape. They saw right though your act. It was adorable, they thought.

"You really do have a nice laugh. It's good that you like this, we're having fun as well." It was shocking to hear Todoroki say this. The typically stoic, resigned teen's comment sends heat to your cheeks. They chuckle at your blush, deciding not to comment on it.

"N-noho I'm nohot! Shuhuhut uhup!" The teasing made it all twice as bad, their sweet words ramping up your sensitivity. On top of that, Todoroki started to actually tickle you, digging his fingers into your armpit and ribs. It's not unpleasant, but just enough to bring loud belly laughter from you.

The intensity increase wasn't awful, but you were reaching your limit. A bright red hue had taken over your face, slowly spreading down your neck. Your squirming had doubled and contained actual effort at this point. It was getting to be a lot.

The pair picked up on this rather quickly. Todoroki was the first to stop, nudging Bakugou to do the same. After a few quick scratches on your belly button, he stilled his hands and backed off. The half-and-half student started to rub small circles into your back, letting go of your arms.

You were still giggling softly, phantom tickles buzzing on your belly and ribs. Todo smiled as you caught your breath, rubbing the calming circles while Bakugou grabbed some water. They had both learned from Midoriya that aftercare is important.

One glass of a water later, you had managed to stop giggling, your cheeks' glow fading to a light pink. Bakugou sat on the couch beside you, a small smirk on his face. You felt like you should say something, though your mind came up blank at the thought. They seemed to understand this, sitting on either side of you as the TV is turned on. Words aren't needed, those two have got this covered.

As for your thoughts on them...

You definitely weren't as intimidated by them after all that. At least, not for the same reasons. The difference then: they were seriously good at tickling you. They know you enjoy it, but don't judge you or take it too far...

Maybe they aren't so bad after all.

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wisteria-cherry · 8 months

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forty days and forty nights (day nineteen!)

(it’s funny how what was meant to be a stand-in title is actually the official title, lol.)

(i think i’m too far into the series to change the title now😭)

day five of bakugo being absent from the shop. normally, you’d use the term missing-in-action, but you’d banished the word from your vocabulary because the possibility of it was scarily real.

however, you’d promised mio that you wouldn’t let it distract you. you did indeed get through your shift nice and undistracted. after your shift, though, you found yourself turning right instead of left. you walked and walked before you found yourself in front of dynamight agency. how curious. you were already there, so you might as well go in, you figured. automatic doors made way for you as you entered.

the agency was huge. the lobby itself had remarkably high ceilings and it was all decorated in a modern style, displaying wealth in every way short of gold chandeliers. it’s not at all somewhere you’d imagine bakugo working. you kind of imagined more… destruction. maybe a burn hole in the carpet or a smashed vase.

everyone there, heroes and people in suits and other professional-looking types hurried around, all of them seeming to know exactly where they were going. you wished you felt the same. you looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, before locking eyes on two familiar faces.

“um, kaminari, right?” you walked up to the yellow-haired man, whose back was facing you and had an arm wrapped comfortably around a purple-haired girl’s— jiro, was it?— waist. kaminari turned around, and you instantly relaxed. finally, a familiar face.

“oh, hey, kacchan’s buddy!” kaminari grinned. jiro smiled politely and you smiled back. “have you met my girlfriend? you haven’t, right? this is kyoka, she’s awesome.”

“nice to meet you.” kyoka held out her hand, which you shook.

“likewise.” you replied.

“so, what brings you here?” kaminari asked curiously.

“i’m not sure,” you admitted. “i was kind of wondering if you knew where bakugo was.”

“a mission, or something.” kaminari shrugged. “i’m here to figure it out myself ‘cuz he hasn’t been here in awhile.”

“you visit often?” you ask curiously.

“yup. strictly business.” kaminari nodded solemnly. jiro snickered.

“business, as in, trying to convince him to play mini uno with you?”

“okay, that was one time-“

“or maybe business as in trying to bribe him into saving a cat you found stuck in a tree because you said it would ‘look funny’?”

“again, one time-“

“or business like coming to nap on his couch in his office because ‘his is the comfiest’?”

“…okay, so that was more than one time.”

“it’s never business.” kyoka told you with an used expression as kaminari now pouted. “but we are here pretty often. bakugo’s our friend. we’re a bit worried about him.”

“me too,” you admitted. “i know you went to high school with him, so i’m not exactly as close to him as i’m sure you are, but i do hope he’s okay, wherever he is.”

“so do i.” kyoka sighed.

“it’s so annoying!” kaminari groaned. “only ei and mina know what he’s doing and apparently they’re sworn to secrecy.”

“sworn to secrecy? why would they need to do that?” you inquire. kaminari shrugged.

“probably ‘cuz it’s kacchan. kacchan likes his privacy.” kaminari sighed dramatically. “well, all we know is that he went on a mission and now— poof!— gone.”

“well, let me know if you find out what happened.” you sigh. kaminari smiled and nodded.

“yeah! lemme add you to the bakusquad group chat.” kaminari pulled out his phone, opened it, and handed it to you. “put your number in!”

“okay.” you typed your number quickly and returned it to its owner. kaminari fiddled with it for a moment before smiling contently.

“all done!” he announced.

“i’ll be going, then. thank you, kaminari. and it was nice meeting you, kyoka.” you smiled. kyoka smiled back.

“good seein’ ya, (y/n).” kaminari beamed. “later!”

“later,” you replied before leaving the agency.

once you got outside, you inhaled a deep breath of the crisp october air.

“god, i hope he’s okay.”

“okay, that was one time—“

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myfixationacademia · 9 months

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SO! a few days ago i decided to start drawing Bakugou and maybe do a series where i make my own versions of some of the MHA characters in my style along with a couple of headcanons i have.

The headcanons are under "read more" along with a surprise >w>

-Katsuki was named by his dad as a homage to Mitsuki, who had to go through emergency surgery after birth while Masaru rocked lil baby Kacchan in his arms trying to calm him down, eventually the newborn falls asleep when Masaru hums some lullabies to him, the moment he was no longer in his father's arms, Kacchan woke up with one of the loudest cries in the hospital, his mom still remembers the migraines;

-Katsuki met Izuku after the boys met on a sidewalk and they talked about heroes and all of that, unknowingly introducing All Might to Deku, but neither tell each other their names until they meet again with their moms, both women shocked that their sons have met already;

-After the incident in the river, Kacchan forced Deku to walk far from him, claiming that he did not need his help, however, years later he confessed that not only he regrets knocking his hand away due to pride, but also because he actually sprained his ankle in the fall, so he was walking weird on the way home and had to put on a cast and a gel for his muscles that smelled really bad, the blonde does not get angry when Izuku bursts out laughing when he said that "the gel smelled just like my grandma";

-Speaking of grandma, Masaru's mother had accused Mitsuki of cheating on him because, in that family, every one of her sisters had granddaughters, Masaru was quick to cut ties with her but she came back when she heard her grandson was now the number one hero, she said that he was honoring the family name, only Because Masaru did not want his mom to argue with Mitsuki and that was the compromise they got cause otherwise he would have taken her name, and that it was natural cause they were a family of winners and victory was in their blood. Mitsuki argues that Katsuki did everything on his own, sometimes in a pool of his own blood, but the old lady is persistent that SHE had something to do with this success, only for Katsuki to drop the bomb and also announce his and Izuku's wedding and that he would take Deku's surname, the woman starts yelling at Katsuki before Deku promptly picks her up along with her luggage wheel bag and puts her outside, asking her to not bother them, she still tried to show up to the wedding but thankfully she didn't;

-One of the reasons for Bakugou to give his 1-A classmates weird nicknames is because Bakugou has a certain difficulty in remembering names, he can remember faces really well, hence the nicknames being based mostly on physical features like Mina having dark scleras, Iida is the only student with glasses, Todoroki's split hair, but not names, it can take a long time for Kacchan to memorize the name of someone he just met, also hence why Izuku's nickname is one based on the kanjis forming his name, not his appearance;

-Katsuki develops poor eyesight like his father once he grows up a bit, by his second year at UA, he started to wear glasses and contacts;

-Masaru was the one at home most of the time to take care of Katsuki while Mitsuki went out to work, and while father and son were there, Masaru taught Katsuki how to cook, clean his own room, take out the trash and other domestic activities around the house that needed to be done, leading to Bakugou being the one responsible at the dorms in assigning the activities of each student in his class as well as teaching how to do them the proper way;

-Katsuki starts wearing hearing aids after the war, as his hearing was compromised a bit during combat, and his...nap, it helps that he was already learning sign language;

And now the surprise, i think you all remember the healer Deku drawing i made, well, out of curiosity i decided to see if there were any differences in their height and...I was not disappointed in the slightest

LOOK HOW SMALL DEKU IS XD

#bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #my headcaons #Katsuki Bakugou #My Art Academia

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demonytekav · 11 months

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Title: Butt Kacchan! (Slight N/S\F/W)

This is it. This is his moment. His chance. And fuck you if you think Katsuki isn’t going to take it.

Earlier today when Katsuki stepped on to the plane after Izuku he hadn’t expected it would be the best day of his life. Honestly, he was fucking PISSED he had to get up at the ass crack of Dawn to fly to this shitty convention.

To make matters worse this plane was SMALL. Two seats on each side leaves very little room for two fully grown muscular pro Heros but they will have to make it work since PR, other Heros, and several other extras were joining the wonder duo on this trip.

The two pros have been commissioned to show up and give a speech or two and answer questions along with sign autographs and Katsuki wasn’t able to refuse Izukus big ass eyes filled with excitement over being able to do a meet and greet with hero fans. The “But Kacchan! We never got to do something like this when we were kids! Imagine how excited these people will be!! I know I would have fainted to be able to get all my favorite hero’s autographs in one place!” Pretty much sealed the deal for him because somehow at the prime age of 22 he’s unable to refuse anything Izuku wants. Fucking simp.

Sitting in the cramped uncomfortable seat has put Katsuki on the verge of exploding. First of all he hates being trapped in such a small space with shitty extras. Second Izuku stole the other arm rest that sits between them the little fuck. And finally their legs are pressing up against each other as well as their shoulders. Katsuki loves being in contact with Izuku but he’s not necessarily used to it outside of sparing or a playful nudge or something. Or if it the nerd falls asleep against him while they hang out but it’s whatever.

So he’s hyper aware of every movement the other man makes. Which brings him to Izuku finally needing to go to the bathroom. Which pisses him off because he’d told the shorter man to go BEFORE they took off or at least sit in the aisle seat because Katsuki wouldn’t need to go before they landed. And being stubborn Katsuki didn’t want to have to get up since he planned to take a nap until they arrived. And of course they argued about it with Izuku promising he’d be quiet and wouldn’t bother Katsuki nor have to go to the bathroom. Katsuki should have known he was lying through his teeth.

So when the other man nudged him awake and ignored the death glare Katsuki sent his way while asking for him to get up so Izuku can go to the bathroom, Katsuki flipped him off and said “Fuck you jackass. I told you to go before but no you didn’t want to.” Izuku frowned at him and Katsuki continued cutting him off from arguing. “So you can sit there like a big boy and hold it.” He slouches in his seat and spreads his knees wider to prove his ‘Im not getting the fuck up’ point.

If he’s honest with himself he’s just being a stubborn dick because he’s tired and he literally told Izuku before they sat down to go. Katsuki knows that when the nerd insists he will, resentfully, get up and let him out to take a piss.

He’s surprised then when instead of complaining Izuku gets up and begins to try to slide between the seats in front of them and Katsukis right knee. It’s quite comical to watch the nerd try to apologize to the people in front of them while also trying to shimmy past the blonde. Katsuki making it extra difficult by slouching a little more.

With a smirk red eyes glance down and watch as Izukus plump ass jiggles with each movement under his shorts. As the nerd finally makes his way past Katsuki’s knee the turbulence button flicks on and the plane begins to jolt.

Katsuki’s eyes are still glued to the bouncing globes now directly in front of him when the epiphany strikes.

This is his chance. As the plane jerks harder this time Izuku grips the seats in front of them and red eyes check to make sure the nerd isn’t look at him. Luckily he’s not. A smirk stretches wide across Katsukis face.

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Izuku grunts and holds on to the seat in front of him as the plane bounces a bit roughly again. He’s standing between Katsuki’s knees and he knows he’s probably irritating the already annoyed blonde. He wonders to himself if he should just go sit down when a very strong jolt rocks the plan roughly. His body slams into the seat he’s holding as something crashes right against his backside.

Quickly he turns halfway around and large hands grab his hips.

“Are you okay Kaccha-“ Izuku freezes as embarrassment floods his system. His mouth hangs open speechless as the blonde uses his hips as support to pull his face away slightly from Izukus butt.

‘Oh my god!!!’ Izuku thinks whipping his head back around as another rough round of turbulence suddenly rocks the plane and something, ‘KACCHANS FACE!!!’ His brain supplies, crashes into his cheeks again. Izukus cheeks flush and he knows he’s bright red as he clings to the seat against his front.

The way the plane rocks it forces Katsukis face to repeatedly smack into his literal ass. Izuku is mortified.

‘Oh my god oh my god oh my god’ rings over and over in his head because the person he has been crushing on his entire life has his face smashed between his butt cheeks. He feels a few small pinches against his left cheek before the plane settles a few moments later.

Embarrassed Izuku turns slightly around as once again the blonde uses his hips to push himself away, this time further. Izuku takes in the blondes flushed appearance and wide red eyes. Immediately apologies are at the top of his tongue when the plane jolts one more time.

Izuku catches himself again and then hears someone snickering. He glances at Katsuki and finds his hero partner smirking handsomely at him. Izuku stutters and scrambles over the blondes other leg. He races towards the bathroom with a pounding heart and heat splashed across his cheeks from embarrassment.

When the door is shut behind him Izuku slams his hands over his face and groans into them. He cannot believe that just happened! What is he supposed to do! He just had Kacchans whole face tucked repeatedly into his ass!!!

The plane rocks a little and Izuku squirms because he should NOT be turned on by this. He chides himself for thinking too hard about it. Katsukis gorgeous faces pressed against his cheeks. ‘Oh dear…’ he just can’t help it.

As the plane rocks gently again his butt cheek taps the counter and he frowns as he feels sore over that spot.

Izuku stands up from where he had been leaning against the door and rubs his hand over the sore spot on his left butt cheek.

“What the…?”

It’s wet. He looks at the counter and there’s no water to be seen. In fact it looks like no one has been in the restroom the hour or so they have been flying.

“Why is my butt WET?” Izuku frowns into the mirror as his mind starts tracking over this path to the bathroom and he undoes his shorts to check for a bruise.

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Katsuki should be ashamed of himself but honestly? He really isn’t.

He had one opportunity and damn if he didn’t take it.

Katsuki bites his lip and slouches wide in his seat again as he smiles remembering the feel of Izukus warm cushy cheeks pressed against his face. Fuck that was good shit. He’s going to be thinking about this for DAYS.

He’s sure the nerd will come out of the bathroom eventually and be all awkward before he apologizes for something he really doesn’t need to and Katsuki will shrug it off as no big deal. But god damn is it a big deal to him. Katsuki has been fantasizing over that ass for YEARS. And while he should feel guilty for ‘letting’ gravity do its thing….he really really can’t bring himself to feel bad. Not when he just had every wet dream come to life right against his face.

Footsteps grow close and Katsuki closes his eyes to pretend to be trying to sleep. He figures if he cracks his eyes a little while the nerd shimmies between the seat and his knees he can get a good view of that jiggling ass before it’s out of sight again.

He’s surprised when instead of being gentle and quiet the nerd shoves at his legs roughly. Then Katsuki sputters as Izukus ass slams quickly into his face as the nerd climbs clumsily over his legs.

Izuku seems to falter and Katsuki is again hit in the face with cheek. “Oh I’m so sorry Kacchan! I didn’t mean to fall.” Izuku apologizes as he finally slips by and takes his seat.

The blonde blinks as a flush washes over his face. ‘What the fuck…’ he thinks. “S’fine nerd don’t sweat it.”

He sees Izuku face him from the corner of his eye. “Are you sure Kacchan? My ass was kind of in your face.” His voice sounds worried.

“Yeah it’s cool don’t worry about it.” Katsuki replies thickly still a little out of it from having another face full of that amazing ass.

Izuku hums. “Oh good. I was a bit worried there. But that’s kinda silly right Kacchan?” Izuku sweetly says and Katsuki frowns a little at his syrupy tone.

“Yeah I guess…” he mumbles and adjusts in his seat to be a little more comfortable. He pauses though as the shorter man leans over to seemingly whisper something to him. Katsuki leans slightly in to him with curiosity.

“Kacchan are you hungry?” Izuku whispers against his ear.

Katsuki even more confused responds with “No. why?” In a matching whispered tone.

The blonde shivers as feels Izukus breath puff against his ear as the other man laughs a little. “You sure? You were helping yourself to my ass so I figured you might be hungry after the bite marks I found on it in the bathroom.”

Katsukis cheeks burn as his heart races at being caught. He swallows thickly and opens and closes his mouth before mumbling out an “I’m sorry…?” And winces because he really didn’t sound like he was. Heat burns his ears and neck as Izuku fucking giggles.

“Don’t be. If Kacchan is hungry he just has to ask. He can have a taste any time.” Izuku whispers teasingly against the blondes ear.

Katsuki about breaks his neck as he quickly turns his head only to come nose to nose with a red faced nerd. They stare at each other for a moment with pounding hearts. Heated but nervous green eyes bore into his and Katsuki feels his confidence begin to rise. The little nerd LIKED it.

He smirks and leans in a little closer before heatedly whispering back. “Yeah? What if I get hungry when we check in to the hotel? You gonna let me gorge myself?”

Izuku licks his lips and gives him a look he’s never seen before. A sultry look. It sends tingles of lust and anticipation through his body. “As long as you make sure to stuff me full too.”

Katsuki full body shivers and grins manically. Izuku smiles heatedly back.

Katsuki takes it back. This trip is the best thing that’s happened to him. Especially when it means he gets a face full of freckled cheeks whenever the fuck he wants.

END!

AN: link in comments to AO3 if you prefer it that way.

#bakudeku #bkdk #kav fics #I had so much fun writing this

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cloudy-zephyr · 1 year

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Katsuki bakugou x izuku midoriya

Synopsis: izu has tics and his bf is loving and helps

Cw: tics, may set off other tics so please read with caution if you experience them ♡ swearing, feelings embarrassment/shame, tic attack

*this* will be the tics, just so people know :)

Class 1-A was scattered around the common room, broken off into small groups. Some were studying, doing homework, watching shows, playing games with eachother, or having a snack after school ended. Izuku was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch in between his boyfriends legs as Katsuki sits on the couch.

"What's wrong, izu?" Katsuki asked, gently running his hands through his boyfriends hair.

"I feel *head jerk* weird today. I'm alright, Kacchan," he smiled up at his boyfriend, and then made a face and slammed his head back into the couch.

Katsuki just sighs and keeps gently massaging his scalp. A few other students looked over, but they know better than to say anything about Izuku's condition. It only makes him embarrassed and upset.

"C'mon, deku. Let's go to bed for a nap"

"Okay *whistle* kacchan."

As Izuku is standing up, he tics again and slaps Katsuki in the arm, "sorry," he squeaks out.

Katsuki isn't phased though, and they go off to nap together.

- ♡ -

Dinner time is always hectic, everyone piling into the kitchen to see what was made and snag a plate before sitting and enjoying their meal.

"Iida totally said that! I was there, you guys!" Ochako was in the middle of telling a story to Tsu and Izuku when all of the sudden,

"*shhhh!*, Sorry, Ochako please, *wow!* continue," izuku looked shyly at his plate, upset that his tics are more prominent today.

Katsuki is sitting next to him but talking to his own group of friends but still reaches over and puts a comforting hand on his thigh.

Dinner continues, but someone mentions the newest hero who just debuted and Izuku got all hyped up to talk about them.

"They were so, *clicks tongue* cool!! Did you see how they *head jerk* took down that villain? I took, *thank you* notes on the whole thing!"

The class quieted at his analysis and someone spoke up about his tics, "there's more today, are you okay Midoriya?"

Izuku's face flushed bright red and looked down at his plate, he nodded and grabbed his chopsticks to continue eating trying not to focus on having any more tics. See, the problem with suppressing tics is that they will get worse. Kinda like suppressing a yawn, you really need to do it or it makes you feel all funky and the energy needs released in another way.

The entire kitchen goes silent as Izuku tics and slams his chopsticks into his bowl, spilling some food in the process. He feels shame creep up his neck as his classmates stare at him, his head jerks and he hits the table again.

A tic attack, that's whats wrong.

He thinks to himself, and glances over to his boyfriend.

"You good, Deku?" Katsuki looks concerned and puts his hand out.

"I *mmmmm* feel like an attack is *head jerks three times in succession* is gonna happen," he feels tears gather in his eyes.

Katsuki stands up, getting ready to get his boyfriend to his room until this passes when he suddenly jerks forward and slams his head off the table.

"Oh my god!"

"Is he okay?"

"Someone get aizawa! Or recovery girl!"

The class erupts, and katsuki yells at all of them to be silent.

"Shut up! I'm taking him to bed, leave us alone and if Aizawa comes by we're in my room," he leans down and grabs his boyfriend who is, thankfully, awake.

"*head jerk* kacchan?" Izu has tears in his eyes, and winces every time his head jerks.

"I know, baby. Come on, deku let's get to my room."

"Okay, *fuck!* let's *whistle, tongue click* go," izu waves to his friends and then smacks the heels of his hands together and winces.

In bakugous dorm, he helps Izuku get settled and leaves him room to get through the tic attack but is near in case he hurts himself again.

"Nice an easy, deku. Get in the bed, that way you won't hurt your head if you slam it forward again."

Izuku is crying at this point, it hurts -so bad-, his neck aches with every jerk and he's getting a headache but he just -can't- -stop-. Instead of a response, he sits on the bed and relaxes.

Every sound he makes, jerk of his head, and slap of his hands makes him feel more and more ashamed.

After about 20 minutes, his tics slow and he's in minimal amounts of pain.

"Where's it hurt, nerd?"

"My *whistle, tongue click* neck. Hurts kacchan," izuku gives him the most tired and hurt expression.

Katsuki feels his heart clench, and warms his hands and gently massages his boyfriends neck being mindful if he has another tic.

"Thank you, kacchan. I love you," izu smiles at his boyfriend.

"I love you, too deku. Now let's get some rest, yeah?"

The two lay down, curled up together and nap. Izuku resting on his boyfriends chest, and Katsuki holding him so tight.

Later, Aizawa stops by and looks into the room and smiles softly when he sees the two. He closes the door quietly and continues on his curfew check, knowing they're in good hands with eachother.

I hope you guys enjoy!!! I LOVE bkdk so expect more :)

Likes/comments/reblogs are all so so appreciated!!! Tysm for all the recent love ♡

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#bakudeku #bnha #bakugou imagine #bakugou x izuku #bakudoriya #🐱💥 bakugou 💥🐱#🤜💚 izuku 💚🤛#midoriya izuku #bakugou x midoriya

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ilovemanyathing · 26 days

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The Hellhound Hero (An MHA/Helluva Boss Crossover)

This is based mostly off My Hero Academia by Kohei Horokoshi and Helluva Boss by Vivienne Medrano a.k.a. Vivziepop. Although I will have some elements of other franchises, namely Helluva's progenitor series Hazbin Hotel, and some other ideas here and there…

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Chapter 1

In a world where 80% of the planet’s population is gifted with superpowers, there are some people who get the short end of the stick. One boy had to learn this the hard way…

This is not one person's story, but another’s.

A young boy, ten years of age with fossil-gray hair and dark-reddish-brown eyes, was sitting on the balcony of his apartment, icing a bruise on his shoulder. He wore a black tank-top with a wolf pattern printed on it. He also wore shorts, sandals, and a circular red pendant with the image of a star on it. But the spark in his eyes was gone, after enduring years of abuse from his father.

The boy’s name was Damian Jones, and he once wished to become a superhero, now, he wished he was dead.

His father, Donovan, was a mentally unstable man that his one link left from snapping; his first wife, Stephanie, was dead. Not recently, she died when their son was born. Already, his mind began to slip into insanity, but he didn’t hurt Damian, because he still thought he needed a mother figure in his life. Samantha, Damian’s stepmother, entered the two’s life when he was only one. But even having a mom couldn’t stop his father’s sanity drifting away from him.

Damian had no friends growing up, mostly because he was being ostracized for being stuck without a quirk, and he was teased by his peers. , he stumbled upon a green-haired boy curled up in a ball with singed clothes, cowering from the insults thrown at him by a red-eyed, blonde-haired asshole. “Come on Deku, GET UP AND FIGHT YOU QUIRKLESS SCRUB!” screamed the blonde, the poor green-haired kid screamed in agony. “Kacchan, please stop! You’re scaring me,” this kid, nicknamed ‘Deku’ meekly said, but his pleas fell on deaf ears, as the blonde conjured an explosion from the palm of his hand.

“HEY!” Both boys looked to see Damian charging at them, his eyes turning maroon to crimson, to blood red. “Leave the kid alone, douchebag. Can’t you see you’ve caused enough trauma?!” He yelled at the blonde boy, who started to accelerate at the gray-haired boy. “Who do YOU think you are to think you can yell at me, he’s useless now, and he always will be quirkless De-”

The blonde was instantly knocked to the ground with one roundhouse kick to the jaw, rendering him unconscious. Damian turned around to check on the green-haired boy, who was still shivering from what was gonna happen to him. “Aren’t you gonna hurt me? I’m quirkless.”

“No…”

“What?”

“I honestly don’t give a damn about you being quirkless, because I’m also quirkless. I just clocked him,” Damian said, Deku couldn’t believe it. “What’s your name?”

“Izuku Midoriya.”

“Damian Jones,” the gray-haired said as he extended his hand. Izuku obliged as he extended his and was helped back to his feet. But the moment he stood up, the blonde bully, nicknamed Kacchan, started to groan as he slowly started to wake up from his dirt nap.

“We gotta scramble, before this guy is up and at ‘em, or it’s gonna be our necks,” Damian said as he grabbed Midoriya’s hand and ran out of the park into the far end of the park, where that blonde twit wouldn’t find them. After running what felt like forever, they reached the gate of Izuku’s apartment building, the two briskly pacing up the stairs.

“Mom, I’m home,” he called out to whoever was present in the space. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman with her hair the same shade of green as Deku’s hair came out of the kitchen. From the look of her eyes and her hair color, this woman was Midoriya’s mother. But where was his dad though? Maybe at wo-

“What happened to you?” Izuku’s mother asked, concerned after noticing his singed clothes and small burns on his arms and legs.

‘Time to say it,’ Damian told himself. Out loud. “Oh, hello,” the kind-hearted-but-slightly-frantic Missus greeted Damian after suddenly noticing him standing there. The two boys exchange looks, Izuku not wanting to worry his mother anymore, but Damian’s look says that he has no other choice.

“Kacchan did this.”

To say her mother was shocked would be an understatement. She started shedding some tears as she hugged her son, apologizing that she was never strong enough to really look out for her little boy. She promised she’ll call Kacchan’s mother so Izuku can be gifted with an apology. Damian pitied Izuku as he wondered how long he managed to hide this secret from her, but couldn’t help but feel a small pang of envy seeing a parent that actually worries about their child.

After a different playdate at Izuku’s, one that involved him playing board games that resulted in a lot of groans from whoever lost the game of UNO and Monopoly. But then, it was 6:37, time for Damian to head home. Thankfully, his house was only on the other side of the park.

“Thanks for your hospitality, Mrs Midoriya,” Damian said as he was accompanied to the main doors of the building. “See you next week,” Damian said to the Midoriyas as he started his trip home.

But little did he know that that one moment of happiness would be his last…

Alive at least…

As Damian kept a brisk pace around the pathways of the park, he felt as if there was something that was following him. He suddenly caught the glimpse of a shadow that ominously began to follow him around, saying antagonizing remarks at him. It didn't feel human, but it was nothing more than just a figment of his imagination.

But, when he arrived at his apartment, his father grabbed his scrawny arm, his index finger seeping into a wound from the last lashing he inflicted. Causing Damian to scream in pain as he felt his arm being squeezed by a steel-like grip as he was thrown to ground, resulting in him hitting his head.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, DIPSHIT!?” Donovan barked as he kicked his son’s stomach, forcing him to cough up blood and bile while desperately trying to breathe.

“Dad, please! Stop” Damian desperately pleaded as his father beat him again and again with a leather strap, leaving more bruises upon his ribcage and back. His cries just became louder and more raspy as he cried rivers as more blood seeped from open wounds.

Finally, his sanity slipping, his father grabbed a shotgun off the mantelpiece and fired two shots. One through his forehead, and one more through his heart. Samantha had enough and desperately called the police. They came and promptly had Donovan taken to the station. He was eventually given three years in prison with three more on probation. She wished she had the power to change what has passed, but there was no changing the facts.

Damian Jones, a boy of only 10 years, was dead.

But little did they know, death was not the end.

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atticuswritesstuff · 3 years

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Cockwarming Bakugo x F!Reader

Summary: You bother Bakugo while he's studying and pay the price for it.

Warnings: NSFW, cockwarming, oral (female receiving), graphic sex, swearing, fluffy smut pretty much

Word Count: 3.8k

You decided to ditch the class of 1-A, finding your way to somewhere quiet. You loved all of your friends, but sometimes being around all of them all at once was a little overwhelming.

You made your way back to the dorms, heading to Bakugo's dorm instead of your own, knowing he too was alone tonight.

You knocked as you pushed the slightly open door open further, leaning against the door frame, "Hey there, Kacchan."

He leaned back in his desk chair, eyeing you while sighing, "You need something?"

"Well I was hoping for somewhere quiet to go," You stated, observing the countless amounts of papers, "Deku was too busy to hang out alone with me, how he stands all that noise I have no idea."

"Yeah, he's too polite to leave a group function," Bakugo confirmed.

You gave a curt 'mhm', still leaning against the door frame.

"You can come in," He relented, knowing you would never enter either his or Deku's room uninvited, "Close the door behind you, I don't need more extras trying to come to talk to me."

Trudging into the room, you looked over his homework. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he continued on with his work, "So, what are we working on that's more important than your friends?"

"Using physics to figure out sweat ratio to blasting distance," He stated, holding up a sheet with a trajectory diagram on it before shrugging you off, "Get off me, shitty woman."

You didn't pay any mind to his comment, looking over his work, he certainly knew what he was doing. You set the paper down gently, moving to turn to his bed. You flopped onto it, his sheets were cold, the feeling contrasting against your bare legs.

"I honestly don't know how you subjugate yourself to so much homework," You started, fiddling with your necklace, "You must enjoy the stress."

"I actually hate it," Bakugo replied quickly, "Homework is fucking stupid."

"Now that sounds a lot more like the Kacchan I know," You chuckled, rolling over onto your watch him work even though his back was turned to you, "You never did seem to care for homework until we came here."

He paid you no mind. Coming to be around either him or Deku was something you'd been doing since you were kids. Even if you didn't talk, Bakugo always knew that you enjoyed the presence of someone else, even if you two didn't interact.

You'd actually grown so accustomed to being around him like this that you could always find yourself being comfortable with him. Deku as well, to Bakugo, you were like a cat that came and went as you pleased. Always looking for a comfy place to sit and either watch quietly, nap or mess with something in the room.

You shivered, the temperature of the 1-A dorm usually declined at this time of night anyway, although this time you weren't prepared for it. You hadn't even intended to hang out with our friends earlier. Originally, you got up for some water and found them all congregating in Mina's room. Being caught in your pajamas and having just woken up from a late-evening nap, you had no energy to protest when they told you to stay.

Now, you were caught in the cold with your thin pajamas on. You began searching for Bakugo's blanket, however, it was nowhere to be found.

"Kacchan where the hell is your blanket, it's freezing in here," You complained, rising from the bed to look around for it.

"Not my fault you decided to wear those tiny ass pajama shorts, now you get to suffer in the cold because my blanket is in the wash." He retorted.

You huffed, wrapping your arms around your midsection. Quickly thinking, you strutted over to Bakugo, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his shoulder. He tried wiggling out of your grasp weakly.

"The fuck are you doing?" Bakugo complained, trying to shake you off.

"You don't get to complain there's no blanket and you are the only warm thing in here," You replied, holding on tight enough for him to be unable to move you, "Suffer the consequences, bitch."

He sighed, trying to return to his work. You enjoyed the small warmth you were getting from him, you swore you could feel some of his heat transferring to you. Chuckling as he gave in, you knew he didn't have the heart to push you away. While he knew you for most of your life, he also knew that fighting with you would result in one of you losing a limb.

You stood there for several minutes, even going so far as to close your eyes and sway on the verge of sleep. Bakugo noticed you almost stumbling over a few times, seeing your eyes closed and how relaxed you became from his warmth in the reflection of his computer.

"Let up for a second," Bakugo stated, "I'm gonna get comfy."

You did as he asked, hearing as he did so nicely. You stood up and watched as he scooted his chair back slightly, testing to see if he could still reach his desk from where he'd moved.

"You wanna be warm?" He asked, shyly patting his lap, "Then sit, I have things to do though so hurry up."

You weren't shocked per se, but definitely surprised. You hesitantly happily straddled his lap, blushing when your faces were only inches from each other.

"And if you tell anyone about this you're dead," He grumbled, "Not even Deku can know about this, got it?"

You nodded, slowly lowering your head to gently rest on his shoulder, your hands wrapped around his waist as he got comfortable. You heard the scribbling of his pencil as he began to write again, his other hand resting on your hip.

Your heart was going a million miles an hour. It took all of your restraint to not start giggling like a maniac. Being this close to Bakugo, feeling this warm, was causing your mind to race and your heart to pound. Nonetheless, you nuzzled your face into his neck, tightening your hold on him to enjoy his warmth. He smelled like burnt sugar and caramel.

Bakugo was internally screaming. Like actually freaking the fuck out.

Working up the courage to actually ask you to sit on his lap was hard enough, but with you agreeing vehemently? His mind was racing. He was hoping you wouldn't hear his heart thumping out of his chest. And god did having you on his lap feel so damn good. You were so warm and just the perfect size to be sitting on his lap.

Bakugo tried to focus his mind on his calculations as your breathing slowed. Every equation and diagram was starting to become a blur of you. The way you tucked yourself into him, the way you smelled, or how warm your skin was where it met his, clothed albeit, or how your hands were wrapped around his waist, god this was a terrible idea. He thought he would be able to warm you up and work at the same time, but he didn't think you would be this distracting.

You let out a content sigh to which Bakugo panicked, hearing your sultry voice right by his ear would've made him cream his pants on the spot had he not been trying so hard to not be hard.

God fucking damn this shitty woman.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Slowly setting his pencil down, he began debating if he was really going to do this. Once he did, there would be no going back. He was risking your relationship, your friendship. Not just with you, but with Deku, too. How would he react if you and he weren't on speaking terms? Bakugo was desperate, but he didn't want to drive a wedge between himself and his childhood friends.

Fuck it.

Bakugo's hands slowly wrapped around your body, one on your upper back while the other around your lower back, he tightened his hold on you and buried his own face into your neck. He sighed happily.

For a moment, it was peaceful. Just the two of you holding each other in pure silence. It made Bakugo’s head spin.

"K-Kacchan?" You stuttered, unsure as to what he was doing.

He didn't move, wanting to hold you for just a little longer.

You started to wiggle a little bit, trying to at least be free of this crushing hug. Bakugo let you go, allowing you to sit up face-to-face with him.

When your eyes met, all words in your mind blanked. Kacchan's face was shaded a crimson red color, offsetting his red eyes. He didn't look upset, in fact, he looked somber. Like a lost puppy dog waiting to be held and loved.

Sensing no ill-intent, you slowly brought your hand to his face, allowing it to rest against his cheek. Without a second thought, you leaned in to kiss him. Thankfully, he kissed you back, one hand finding your hip while the other rested on the back of your neck. It was soft at first, just enough for you two to explore a little bit.

Your hand trailed down his neck, pulling him closer by his hoodie. Bakugo brought his hands to rest on your hips, rolling his erection against you. The pajama pants you'd chosen to wore definitely had an effect on him.

When you broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his, catching your breath. Both of you were panting and dizzy from lack of oxygen.

"And here I thought you said we'd never do this again," Bakugo teased, reminding you of the drunken makeout session you two had a few months prior.

"We were drunk, this is different," You replied softly, kissing him again, "Besides, I don't want to just kiss you this time. I have half a mind to fuck you on this chair."

Bakugo's hands rested in the curves of your waist as he kissed you, slowly trailing up and down your curves. Your heated makeout session was short-lived as Bakugo pulled away from your kiss.

"Kacchan?" You asked, unsure of what you did wrong, "Was that not ok?"

"No, y/n that wasn't it," He chuckled, cupping your face, "You're just the greatest fucking distraction and I still have homework to do."

You sighed, upset that it had to end. You started your slow attempt at pulling yourself off Bakugo’s lap to which he firmly grabbed your hips and pulled you back down. He held your hips hard enough to leave bruises. A mischievous look in his eyes appeared as he rolled his hips into yours, grinding his clothed erection against your pussy through the flimsy material of your shorts.

“And where do you think you’re going?” He grumbled.

“You just said-“

“I didn’t say I couldn’t multitask now did I?” He teased.

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at him, "And how do you intend on doing that?"

Bakugo stood up, lifting you with him. You yelped as he set you gently on his desk, no doubt wrinkling some of his papers. He sat back in his chair, slowly spreading your thighs, "You'll see soon enough."

"Is this ok? You're blushing y/n." He asked shyly, his hands rubbing along the outsides of your thighs.

You nodded shyly, running your hands through his spiky hair.

Bakugo leaned forward, lightly kissing your inner thigh, simultaneously grasping your other leg tightly. Bakugo's eyes fluttered shut as he slowly kissed up each of your inner thighs, alternating between one leg and the other as he slowly made his way up to the edges of your pajama pants. Your thighs fell open wider as he worked his way upward, his warm lips against your skin made you tingle.

Bakugo rubbed his mouth against your clothed pussy, a deep chuckle coming from his throat as you let out a shaky moan at the sudden contact. He rose from his desk once more, this time pulling you off it completely. He pulled you in for a kiss, his thumbs hooking in the waistband of your sleep shorts as he started to pull them down. You allowed them to fall, letting Bakugo take in the sight of your lower half.

"No panties?" He questioned, lowering himself to his knees.

"Women aren't supposed to sleep with any on," You explained, "Health reasons."

"Well, that's good to know," He replied.

He pushed you against the edge of his desk, leaving a few kisses on your abdomen before lifting your legs and draping them both around your shoulders. You fell back on your elbows with a yelp.

Bakugo just chuckled at the sight of you, skin already so flushed and slightly warm and he hadn't even really touched you yet.

Bakugo's desire got the best of him as he finally got to see your pussy, already glistening in the light of his desk lamp. He didn't waste any time, licking light languid strokes up the length of your pussy.

"F-Fuck Kacchan," You moaned, your head falling back, "God that feels so good."

Bakugo latched on to your swollen clit, groaning deeply at the taste of your pussy and how you moaned and squirmed beneath him. Your whines and whimpers as he flicking his tongue over your clit aroused him to no end.

He removed a hand from your thigh to palm himself through his sweats, even going as far as pushing his sweats and boxers down in order to jerk himself off while he tasted you.

You continued to moan, oblivious to how Bakugo was also pleasing himself. He enjoyed making you such a mess, your calm composure now crumbling under the weight of his tongue. His hand left your other thigh, replacing his mouth as he caught his breath.

"Fuck kid, you taste so fucking good," He moaned, infatuated with the way your legs began to shake as he rubbed your spit-soaked clit, "I think I could make you cum just from this."

You shook your head furiously, embarrassed at how bold he was being, he was absolutely right though. You would never give him that satisfaction, however.

"No?" He teased, rubbing faster. He brought his other hand to your entrance, slowly teasing you with one finger, "Your body says otherwise, y/n."

"Shut your damn mouth, Kacchan!" You tried to sound angry but just ended up making yourself sound more whiny and desperate.

"Whatever you say," He teased, removing his hand from your clit in order to use his mouth.

He slipped his middle finger into your pussy, reveling at how warm and soft it felt. You ket out a gasp before moaning and whimpering even harder, Bakugo's finger working in a come-hither motion inside of you. Bakugo sucked on your sensitive bundle of nerves once more, increasing the speed at which he was fingering you. When he added another finger, you lost it.

"K-Kacchan!!" You cried out, your thighs closing around his head as your orgasm ripped through you. You were shaking so badly you weren't even sure how your legs were even functioning.

When you came down from your high, Bakugo licked your mess off his lips, wiping the rest off of his chin.

“Alright, back to homework,” he stated, pulling his chair back. He flopped into it, and only now did you realize his sweats and boxers were already off. He fisted his cock slowly, enjoying the view, “You’re on my stuff.”

You scoffed, carefully lifting yourself off of his desk to make sure you didn’t wrinkle any more papers. Awkwardly standing there, Bakugo pulled you towards him, your legs on either side of his as he pulled his shirt off.

You admired his bare chest, looking over every curve and muscle available to your eyes. As Bakugo pumped his cock, eyes up at you, you realized he wanted you to take your shirt off.

“So is this what you meant by multitasking?” You teased, pulling your shirt off in one swift motion.

“I don’t see why your complaining, you get to sit on my cock and be warm,” he purred, groping one of your breasts, “Besides I'm almost done anyway it won’t be too long.”

You rolled your eyes, he was right. Not to mention you were desperate for more contact. Lining his cock up with your entrance, you slowly sank down onto him, enjoying the slow stretch as he bottomed out.

“A-Ah…Kacchan,” You whimpered, tucking your head into his neck and mumbling.

Bakugo couldn’t hear what you said next, he wasn’t even sure what you said was real words, “Didn’t quite hear you, princess.”

You pulled away from him, allowing him to look you in the eyes, “Please fuck me, Kacchan.”

His hands snaked up your waist, groping your breasts as you whined, “Homework first.”

You groaned, wrapping your arms around him as you once again settled into his neck. He chuckled, a hand resting in the small of your back as he turned his attention back towards his homework.

You were dying inside, just wanting to be fucked utterly stupid but having to sit here patiently waiting. You grinned mischievously as you lightly started bouncing in his cock, hoping to gain some sort of friction.

Bakugo’s hands immediately left their place at the desk, one stilling your bouncing while the other delivered a sharp smack to your ass.

“I know how badly you want my cock, but unless you want me to leave you unsatisfied you’ll sit still and wait, got it?” He scolded.

“Nghhh, I wanna ride you,” you whined, “Please, please, Kacchan I need this.”

“Patience.” He reiterated, going back to his work.

You started whining once more, softly sucking on a spot on his neck to keep your mouth busy at the very least. His left hand was wrapped around your waist, holding you still. There was no room to move, otherwise, you would’ve started rolling your hips.

As time went on, Bakugo ignored your desperate pleas and attempts to ride him. You’d marked him, scratched up his back, and begged him to fuck you to no avail. A half-hour had passed, and you were starting to fall asleep in the crook of his neck.

Bakugo secretly finished ten minutes ago, however, the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock was heavenly. He loved your pathetic attempts at riling him up, how your wetness had soaked the base of his cock, you were still soaked and waiting for him to fuck you.

He noticed you were falling asleep some time ago and didn’t say anything, he just let you doze off so he could enjoy how well you fit around his cock.

You were snapped out of your hazy state when Bakugo thrust up into you, “You did so well, do you want me to fuck you now? Hm?”

You nodded, whining at his sudden movements.

Bakugo reached forward with you still in his lap and turned his desk light off, swallowing the two of you in darkness. He hooked his arms under your thighs, grabbing your ass as he started bouncing you on his cock.

“Fu-uck Kacchan!” You moaned, unable to control your whines and hiccups. Finally being fucked so intensely was already getting to your head.

Bakugo loved how well you were taking his cock, especially when you looked so cute being used as a toy. He was never the degrading type, but something about you being so eager to be used like this really riled him up.

You tucked your head into his neck, trying to keep quiet so the rest of the floor couldn’t hear you. You allowed Bakugo to hear all your moans, every filthy sound, and plea that fell from your lips was right against his ear.

Bakugo stood, walking you the bed and gently setting you down on it, never once pulling out. He pinned your hands above your head as he rolled his hips into you, enjoying the new angle that allowed him to fuck you deeper. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in.

His hips were moving at a brutal pace, brushing over that oh so sensitive spot you couldn’t reach in your own. You were going to fall apart.

“K-Kach-Chan!” You cried out, “Gonna cum gonna cum!”

You were an incoherent mess, your hole started tightening around Bakugo’s cock as he pistoned into you.

“Cum, y/n,” Bakugo cooed, “Make a mess all over my cock, come on you can do it.”

His praises and encouragement made your head swim, his fingers interlaced with yours just before you came. Filthy curses and pleas left your lips as you creamed all over his cock.

Bakugo was chasing his own release, quick to pull out and cum on your stomach. He pulled you into a searing kiss, enjoying your post-orgasm haze as his hand tightened against yours.

Realizing the mess he made, Bakugo quickly scooped up his discarded shirt, wiping you clean before flopping next to you on the bed.

You were both breathless, lying naked next to each other unable to speak.

When you finally regained your composure, you quickly rolled out of bed, scooping up your clothes and attempting to put them on.

“What are you doing?” Bakugo questioned.

“Getting dressed? I can necessarily walk back to my dorm naked,” You scoffed.

Bakugo quickly slipping his sweats on before grabbing your arm, preventing you from leaving.

“Stay,” he stated, pulling you into another hug, “Please.”

You took your hand off the doorknob, allowing him to hug you, "Ok, I'll stay."

He led you back to the bed, pulling the comforter back so you could both climb into his bed. You laid your head on his chest, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arm around his shoulder. He pulled the comforter up around you, laying flat on his back as he held you close.

"So," You started, "Is this something we wanna tell people about or?"

"I never really thought about it," Bakugo started, "Kirishima kinda already knew."

"Aww did someone have a little crush?" You teased.

"Shut up," He growled, "Attraction, yes, he knew."

You chuckled, holding him tight, "Well, good thing I was always comfortable with you then."

He let out a hum of approval, closing his eyes. You both fell asleep minutes later.

"Yo, Bakugo!" Kirishima called, knocking on the door, "You home?"

Kirishima opened the door, the light streaming into the room.

"Oh," He sighed, smiling at the sight of Bakugo and Y/n finally together, fast asleep, "You lucky bastard, you finally did it."

Kirishima quietly took a picture of the two of you before closing the door, walking away and forgetting he ever saw anything.

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ratsoks · 2 years

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How would yandere Villain Deku react to the reader breaking down because of stress from being in a contest or a competition, not being able to handle all the stress of having people have these high expectations on her and expecting her to be perfect but reader is just so sick of it all she breaks down and thinks she messed everything up no matter what she does? I kinda feel like this rn… I just lost a competition I’d worked so hard for and I really need some comfort I hope you don’t mind

a/n ;; i don't mind at all, anon! i'm really sorry that you lost, but i'm sure you'll do great next time :)

gender ;; neutral (no pronouns used)

warnings ;; breakdowns, possessive behavior, implications of murder

word count ;; 752

you had worked so hard on a competition, spending months dedicating your precious time to this project

you were so confident that you would place—even if it wasn't first, you would be happy.

the thing was,, you ranked below any placing, completely devastating you.

you had put so much time and effort into this, losing sleep and missing meals all for your work to be tossed away in the blink of an eye?

what type of competition is this?

you were utterly exhausted after enduring such scandal and decided that a nap would do

pros: you could easily escape your problems in dreamland

cons: you couldn't get to sleep in the first place.

how were you supposed to sleep when you were a failure?

you weren't perfect—far from it—and there was no way you came close to winning that stupid competition

how would people even think of you afterwards?

what would they even say?

these thoughts caused tears to well up in your eyes as you curled impossibly more inward on yourself, huddled underneath the fluffy sheets.

you really were a failure—they didn't cry after losing.

besides, crying was for losers.

(maybe bakugou had been rubbing off on you a bit too much.)

meanwhile, your darling boyfriend was strolling by your room.

he had helped you through thick and thin while working on your project for the competition, and was aware that the loss had affected you, but he sure as hell didn't think he would hear your heartbreaking sobs from your room.

without thinking rationally like usual, deku bursts into your room, only to find you curled up underneath the sheets izuku had gotten you for your birthday the year before.

it made him smile—even in your time of need, you were taking advantage of him; of the things he gave you.

it wasn't kacchan's sheets you were under (thank god)! it was his! his gift!

midoriya couldn't be luckier.

the green-headed boy put those thoughts aside for the moment and focused on you, rushing towards you and pulling your head onto his lap

he began to stroke your head, leaning down to place kisses on it every other minute

he could feel your heart flutter when he kissed you.

"baby, baby, what's the matter?" midoriya only received a heaving sob in response. "hey, hey, look at me darling," izuku cooed, cradling your face and pressing a chaste kiss on your chapped lips. "take a deep breath—in, out—and try to tell me what's wrong, okay?" his smile was so sweet, how could you ever say no to that face? "'m sorry," you mumbled, trying to look down but deku's hands on your cheeks prevented that. "what're you sorry for, bunny?" "for bothering you." at that, he laughed—laughed—and pressed a long kiss to your lips. "darling, you could never bother me." his eyes were so genuine, so sincere; how could you deny him?

it was then that you confessed to him all of your worries—the burden of what people thought of you, how hard it had been leading up the competition, and finding out you lost

izuku nodded and listened intently, asking questions when he knew you wanted him to and humming softly to show you he was paying attention.

"how about we go take a bath, yeah? with a [favorite color] bath bomb?"

midoriya smiled when he heard your wet giggle, taking your hands and leading you to the bathroom.

when you were dried off and tucked into bed with a sweet kiss still lingering on your forehead, izuku's tender smile faded into a sinister one.

how dare these people think that they could just tell you off like that?

how dare they think that they could make his baby cry like that?

and how fucking dare they have the audacity to believe that they could actually get away with it?

with a sharpened knife in his hand and a malicious grin on his face, izuku set off to find the competition's management.

he would make them pay.

BONUS ;;

and so what if the doorknob to your shared apartment was covered in blood when he returned?

so what if he had taken away all of your other sheets so you were completely dependent on him?

so what if your heart might have been beating fast because of the rapid breaths you were taking in during your meltdown?

deku didn't care.

he was a good liar—even to himself.

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ofmermaidstories · 3 years

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U think bakugo ever gets so angry his mouth misses surrender reader’s when he’s trying to have a passionate heated make out session because I do

Katsuki’s home for once, sleeping off the last few days in the darkness of his room, cocooned.

It’s early evening before he remerges. You’re peeling the potatoes for dinner when you hear him shuffling from the room to the bath, keeping track of him by the running of the taps before he closes the door, the sound cutting off — leaving you alone in the quiet of his large apartment, trying to amuse yourself by carving the perfect spiral of a potato peel; petty, silly.

When he wakes up after a marathon sleep it always takes him a while to come back, to return to the here and now; his mind catching up with the rest of his body as it realises it can finally relax, can take these next few hours to pause and breathe. He can be reticent even on good days: after big missions, after a series of demanding patrols, he’s even more silent, staying that way until something annoys him enough that he comes back into himself — or makes him laugh in his startling way.

The city outside is falling into dusk: the windows opened wide to the pink-twilight city glimmer. You hum along to a song on the television, jiggling the rice you’re rinsing and hear the traceable movement of your Pro Hero as he shuffles back into the living room.

“Hi!” You call out behind you cheerily, rinsing your hands and darting between the sink and the fridge. The door rattles as you open it, looking for the cold water bottle you set aside for him, earlier — but then big arms are slipping around you, enveloping you, and there’s the touch of lips against your neck, the feel of Katsuki’s fine hair against your face. The soapy, minty freshness of him, clean from washing up.

You lean back into the weight of him, the warmth, and he pulls you in tighter; breathing in deeply, like he’s still half-asleep. He very well might be — for a moment you stand together in front of the open refrigerator as you trace the veins of his hands, his arms, nosing into the side of his head where its against you.

“Hi,” You say again: softer, against the fine down of hair by his ear. Everything within you is vibrating that he’s here, that you’re together — your very cells rioting, hyperaware of his closeness. The invasion of space that only belongs to him.

The fridge beeps. You try and tug away from his arms to get his drink, to close the door — he pulls you back and kicks the door shut with a grunt. “No,” He says, and it’s ridiculous enough that you laugh. It’s the jiggling of the rice you were rinsing, the weight against the sieve; your body moves against his and he buries his face in your neck, like he’s trying to osmosis your laughter through your skin.

You breathe in and settle and eventually he lets you turn in his arms, your hands snaking up between you, his bare chest and going to his face, cupping his cheeks. The lines under his eyes are deeper, now, than they have been since you’ve known him — he looks at you, ruby eyes dark and tired, and your heart tightens.

You thumb the shadows of his face, gently. The feather-light touch of handling something so irredeemably precious. In answer he dips into you, a headbutt with no real force; you’re breathing one another in now, and you let your hands slip from the panes of his face to his shoulders, your fingertips mapping the familiar feel of him.

“You need more sleep,” You whisper to him; the tiny space between you gaining all the sanctity of a Library’s quiet.

Katsuki huffs. It’s light against you. “D’wanna.” He says, annoyed, childish. His hands - hands that have destroyed, that have saved, that are now on you - tighten. You wait, tracing the edges of the scar on his shoulder.

“Missed you ‘n shit.” He says at last, even more annoyed, now.

You droop into him, wilting like a flower; you’ve missed him too. He hasn’t been home in almost a week — it’s not the longest of his stints, not lately, and you knew what you were signing up for, when you fell for him — but it doesn’t make it any easier. When he is home the two of you sleep in shifts, almost: only able to be together, both awake and coherent, for a few stolen hours. It means the need to be near him has gotten so persuasive, lately, that sometimes when you’re here and he’s in bed, sleeping off a battle, you crawl in next to him; carefully and lightly, curling into his warmth and forcing yourself into a midday nap, just to be near him, to share his space. You always awake entangled and overheated, afterwards — Katsuki finding you in his sleep and dragging you close, missing you just as much as you do him, even in his dreams. It’s never comfortable — he runs hot, constantly, and it’s like sleeping with a heater but —

It doesn’t matter. It’s just more proof that he’s there. That he’s with you, alive and home safe.

There’s a light touch of lips at your neck once more; leading, ghost-like tracing, kisses, from the dip of your collarbone to just under your jaw bone as you tilt, giving him more access. Everything within you pulses, tightens — he nips at the soft skin just below your ear and you finally turn your face to his, enough to feel the sharp intake of his breath before his lips meet yours, deepening the kiss almost instantly.

His mouth is cool and tastes of mint and aniseed from his toothpaste and mouthwash, respectively — you let him spin you, pressing you into the counter. He pulls away, grunting something, leaving you momentarily bemused — before he presses in close again, mouth on yours, his hands hot even through the fabric of your shirt.

You want to claw your way into this man. He tilts you back — like he’s trying to claw into you, too and you break apart only long enough for the both of you to draw in what breath you need, gasping before you are kissing again, sloppily. Hungry for the need to be close.

Behind you, something begins to vibrate — and then Katsuki’s phone is bursting into life with that ridiculous old All Might cartoon theme, sharp and loud in the apartment. You pull away from your hero with a sharp breath, your disappointment tangible — Katsuki rips himself away from you with a hiss, grabbing for his phone angrily, as he answers, “What the fuck do you want?”

You can hear Kaminari clearly. “Yo! Kacchan! Love hearing from you too, dude. A few of us are meeting up tonight — ”

That’s all poor Kaminari gets a chance to say. Katsuki pulls away from his phone, looking at the screen incredulously — and then hangs up, letting it clatter against the counter.

Despite yourself, you laugh. “Did you have to be such an asshole?”

Katsuki grunts, one hand pushing back his hair, irritated. “They all fucking knew I don’t wanna hear shit unless it’s about the case.” His eyes cut to you — in the kitchen lights, they glimmer, and his mouth softens. “They know I don’t get much… free time, or whatever.” To spend with you, he means.

You’re close enough that you can reach out and touch him, easily, so you do; pressing your fingers into his chest before letting your palm slide against him. Underneath it, you can feel the steady comfort of his heartbeat. He’s here. He’s alive and he’s home safe.

Maybe Katsuki is thinking the same thing. In a lot of ways, he remains a constant mystery to you; he covers your hand with his, pressing it further against him. His hand is warm; he’s warm. You trace the outline of your fingers together and then follow the soft lines of him, his collar bone, his adam’s apple — the motion of his neck as he swallows. And then your eyes are meeting his.

This man, you think. It’s awe and it’s love and it’s disbelief that he’s here. That you’re here, with him.

You lean into him; he catches you in a hug, tight and warm, his arms thick around you. Nosing against him, you breathe in his scent, the salty sweetness, and then say, “I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah,” He grunts. You feel his lips in your hair, and then against the shell of your ear, his breath. “Missed you, too.” He headbutts you again, the heavy thunk of his forehead against the top of yours. You snuffle against him, annoyed.

“I have to make dinner,” You say, like you weren’t the one to bury yourself against him.

“Don’t care,” He says, a large hand slipping to the back of your neck — forcing you to look up at him, to meet his gaze, heated and soft. “Don’t want it,” He adds, his thumb stroking the soft skin behind your ear. “M’ — just wanna crawl back into bed with you and get some fuckin’ rest for once.”

“What rest,” You tease, but his hands tighten against you and you know what he means. It’s the same thing that drives you to nap, just to be close to him. To wait while he sleeps off a hard day, just so you’re there to welcome him back to the living. It’s just — it’s just the need to be together, in whatever way you can.

“I love you,” You say out-loud.

Katsuki headbutts you again, harder this time and you make a small squawk of protest — but he’s keeping his forehead against yours, trying to rub his nose against you, affectionate in the fickle way of a cat.

“Love you, too.” He says. You try and bite his cheek in retaliation — he swears, and tries to bite back and you are laughing, shaking like your sieve of rice — Katsuki holding you close, like he’s trying to osmosis your laughter through your skin.

#hello anon this is a million years late #and also not what you asked LMAO #but i was inspired what i can say so in return i gib u……… this #im touch-starved i hate it here #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou x y/n #i hate tagging i don’t care anymore this is what you’re getting #surrender-fic #surrender-fic verse? yeah let’s go with that #surrender-fic verse #ofmermaidswrites #well it’s a drabble anyway i guess idk #i finished it to get out of my funk #okay goodbye now #prompts and drabbles and other things

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Lost Our Baby Prank - Bakugou Katsuki

Dad!Bakugou x Mom!f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Fluff, Katsuki is horrible at prank wars as always

Summary: Y’all remember those stupid “I lost our baby” pranks that were going around on YouTube awhile back? Yeah this is that. Poor Y/N.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Bakugou and the boys of the Bakusquad were out at a cafe just hanging out. Bakugou’s a new dad and Y/N decided to give hubby a day to himself after taking care of Katsumi back to back, even with his hero work. Topics were discussed, jokes were made, and of course they were getting along just as the Bakusquad did. Some time into the conversation, Kaminari thought of an idea for the new dad.

“Hey Kacchan! How have the pranks between you and Y/N been going?” Kaminari asked. Bakugou looked at him with a raised brow as he set down his drink with a little laugh.

“Oh. Yeah, no. After Katsumi was born a few months ago we decided to dial it down a bit. Just until she doesn’t need so much attention.” Bakugou said. That’s when he noticed the electric blonde’s smirk.

“Wellll, it’s been 5 months since Katsumi was born. Why not pull a prank with your little princess?” He offered. That grabbed Katsuki’s attention.

“What?” Bakugou asked.

“A prank with Katsumi. Use her to prank Y/N! You can do one of those ‘I lost our baby,’ pranks! It’ll be hilarious!” Kaminari laughed.

“Uhhh, I don’t think that’s a smart idea,” Kirishima said. “C’mon Bakugou, are you really gonna do that to Y/N?”

Kirishima looked to his friend, shocked to see a deviled smile on his face. “She won’t even see it coming!”

“Bakugou,” Sero began. “Don’t do this. We get you and Y/N have these dumb prank wars or whatever but c’mon, that’s her child.”

“It’s my child too!” Bakugou countered. “It’ll be fine, Y/N’s a prank master! She’ll get it. Besides she’s been on a winning streak. It’s time for me to knock her down a peg!”

“You sure she’ll be fine?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou looked at him, then thought about it, and then smirked. “You down to help me out, Dunce Face?”

“Let’s go right now!” Kaminari said. And with that, the two blondes ran out the cafe together leaving behind cash to pay for their meals and drinks.

—

Considering the two blondes left the cafe earlier than you expected Katsuki to be home, he knew this would be unexpected. So the two crept into the house quietly, looking for Katsumi.

“Katsumi~” Katsuki cooed, looking for his daughter. “Wait here, Sparky.”

Bakugou quietly walked deeper into the house until he went into the master bedroom where his two girls were taking a nap. He thought it was an adorable sight that made his heart swell. He approached the bed and that’s when his baby girl woke up.

“Oh! Looks like you caught me, princess.” Bakugou said softly to his sleepily dazed daughter. She grew excited at the sight of her father and sat up, revealing her bed head. Bakugou picked her up in his arms as she cooed excitedly at him. “You ready to help Dada prank Mama?”

Before Katsuki left the room, he set your alarm to go off in 10 minutes. Then, he quietly stepped out the room and went to Kaminari. “I got her.”

“Heyyyy, there’s the lil princess.” Kaminari said once he saw Katsumi. She squealed in excitement at seeing her uncle and the boys immediately shushed her. Katsuki passed her off to Kaminari and began his plan.

“Alright, just go outside and wait in your car with her. I’ll come get you when the pranks done. For now, take some snacks for her, here’s her bottle, and her favorite toy.” Bakugou said, placing all the things in Kaminari’s free hand.

“Alright, thanks.” Kaminari said before walking out the door and speaking to Katsumi. “Okay princess, let’s go. Your Daddy’s gotta scare your Mommy.”

And now, all Katsuki has to do was wait.

—

You finally woke up when your alarm went off. Weird, you thought you set it for later. Oh well. You sat up, stretched, and looked down at where you thought your baby would be. When you didn’t see her there your body took a screenshot.

“Katsumi?!” You said in a scared voice. You jumped out of bed and looked to the window and noticed Katsuki’s car was home. You sighed in relief and maybe thought your daughter was just with him. You ran down the stairs to find Katsuki watching T.V on the couch.

“Suki, you’re home! Hey!” You said and kissed his cheek.

“Hey babe, good nap?” He asked and held you closer on the couch.

“Uh- yeah. Yeah, it would’ve been better had I woken up next to my daughter whom I was sleeping with in the first place. So..where is she?” You asked your husband.

“Oh, she woke up so I took her and put her in her playpen.” He said. You sighed in relief before getting up to find her.

When you walked to her playpen, you were shocked to see it was empty. You immediately called out to your husband. “Katsuki?”

“Yeah?” He shouted back from the living room.

“She’s not in here!” You shouted as you looked around for her.

“What?” Katsuki asked, playing dumb.

“She’s not in there!” You said, running out to him. Katsuki played his part and stood up pretending to be shocked.

“What?!” Bakugou asked as he faked a panic. “What do you mean?!”

“She’s not in there! Katsuki she’s not there!” You said in fear as you searched your large home. “Katsumi! Katsuki is this a prank?!”

“No!” Bakugou said, running around to make it more believable. “Katsumi!”

You and Katsuki both called out for her, running around the house. After searching for a little longer, you grew insanely worried and met with you husband again in the living room, crying. “Katsuki! Where is she?!”

“…Shit! Y/N! I forgot,” Katsuki began.

“What? What do you mean you forgot?!” You asked, running up to him. “Katsuki! What did you forget!

“Baby, don’t be mad, okay?” He went on.

“What?! Tell me what happened?!” You said with tears.

“I forgot, I left the back door open,” as Bakugou spoke you began to shake your head in disbelief.

“No..no, no, no-“

“She must’ve got out.” Bakugou said. That’s when you let the tears heavily fall.

“No! No, Katsuki please! We have to find her!” You cried. You tried pushing your way to the door but Katsuki held you back. “Please, Katsuki tell me it’s a prank! Please!”

“It’s not!” Bakugou pushed.

“Well then we have to go out and look for her!” You said trying to push pass your husband who held you back at your shoulders.

“We can’t! What if someone comes back with her! Let’s just keep looking.” Bakugou said.

“What?!” You said looking at your husband in shock. Your husband would never say that. What was he thinking?! “Can we at least go in the back to find her?”

“Well- didn’t you already check?!” Bakugou asked as he ran to the backdoor, still playing his part.

“Yes! She’s not there!” You said, crying. You reached for your phone in a hurry as you began to call the police for help. “I’m calling the cops.”

“What?! No!” Bakugou said running to you and taking your phone to cancel the call. “No! No, no, no! No!”

“What are you doing?! Katsuki! Where is she?!” You asked crying. “Please! Where’s my daughter?!”

“It’s okay! It’s okay, baby. She’s fine. She’s fine, okay?” Bakugou said, pulling you into his arms to kiss your forehead but you pushed him off.

“Where is she?!” You shouted as you still cried.

“She’s with Denki, outside.” Bakugou said bringing you to the front. He motioned for Kaminari to come and you finally settled down a bit when you saw Kaminari walking closer with Katsumi in his arms. You reached for your baby as Kaminari gave her to you and walked into the house. You held Katsumi tight against you as you cried with her in your hold. Katsuki tried holding the two of you in his arms but you pushed passed him.

“Y/N-“ he said, struggling to grab onto you as you forced out of his hug. “Baby.”

“How could you do that?!” You screamed at your husband who looked at you in sorrow and guilt as you cried. “What is wrong with you?! Katsumi’s our daughter! I get that we play jokes but you took it too far! Please don’t play around like that with Katsumi! Like that’s not okay!”

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care!” You cried with an exasperated voice. “You can play around about anything but please don’t play with Katsumi! That’s not cool! I don’t know why you think that’s okay! I would never do that to you! Like..this is our baby! It’s not even funny!”

Bakugou was left speechless as he watched you walk away and slammed your door shut to your bedroom, leaving the two out in the living room. Bakugou turned to Kaminari in shock as Kaminari was giving him the same face. “Think we took it too far?”

“Too far.” Kaminari agreed. Katsuki dropped his head in shame before snapping his head to his friend.

“This is your fault!” Bakugou shouted.

“You were the one who wanted to do it!” Kaminari argued back.

“I know!” Bakugou said sadly as he let his head drop again. “It’s usually never my fault so I just needed to give it to someone else.”

Kaminari huffed but knew his friend meant well. He gave his friend a sympathy pat on the shoulder as he spoke. “Alright, I’m gonna go but I hope things get better, alright bro?”

“Alright. Thanks man.” Bakugou said, walking Kaminari to the exit. When he left, Bakugou went back to you and Katsumi in the bedroom but opted to knock before going in. “Baby? Can I come in?”

“Go away!” You shouted from behind the door still as mad as ever. Bakugou flinched at your volume before speaking again.

“Baby, it was just a prank. I’m sorry…..can I come in?” He asked.

“No.” You deadpanned and that made Bakugou’s heart hurt. He hated seeing your tears and he didn’t even know why he continued the prank. He should’ve just let it go. With that, Bakugou decided to give you your space as he sat in the living room before deciding to go out to the store to make it up to you.

—

About half an hour had passed since you heard from Katsuki and you were sitting in bed with Katsumi in your arms. All of a sudden there was a knock on the bedroom door and it was obvious it was Katsuki. “Go away, Katsuki.”

Ignoring your request, Bakugou slowly opened the door and poked his head in. “Please baby? I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care. You should’ve never done what you did.” You said, not taking your eyes off your daughter. Bakugou took caution as he walked into the room and stood next to you at the bed.

“I know, and I feel horrible. It was stupid and I promise I’ll never do it again.” He said, trying to hold into your hand.

“Okay.” Was all that you said, still not looking at him. Bakugou could still feel your intimidating aura around and knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet.

“Forgive me?” He asked, and when you looked at him with cold eyes he knew you didn’t. He sighed and nodded his head before pulling out a pint of your favorite ice cream. “Forgive me now?”

“No. You’re annoying.” You said, looking at the ice cream with a pout. Bakugou noticed and smiled a bit before bringing out your favorite brownies from your favorite cafe.

“How about now?” He asked with a smile and you let out a small laugh when you saw the chocolatey treats.

“You’re still annoying.” You said. And that’s when Bakugou pulled out a new toy for Katsumi and placed it in front of her. She instantly loved it and giggled at the sight of it, causing you to smile.

“Now?” Bakugou asked with curiosity as he sat down next to you and pulled you in to wrap his arm around your waist. You giggled before leaning onto his shoulder.

“Yeah, I forgive you.” You said with a smile and Bakugou kissed your forehead before scooting in closer..if that was even possible.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I won’t do something like this ever again.” He promised. You kissed his cheek before placing your head on his shoulder again and bringing your daughter closer to the two of you.

“Heh..yes you will but it’s okay. Because I’ll forgive you then too.” You said with a smile. “But I swear to god, if you do do something like this again, you’re sleeping on the couch. Got it?!”

“Yes M’am.” He said nervously with a chuckle.

“Good. Love you Suki.”

“I love you too, Y/N……does that mean you’re gonna get me back?”

“You’re not even gonna see it coming, Suki.”

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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𝔰/𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 | 𝔟𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲, 𝔨𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞, 𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔨𝔦 + 𝔦𝔷𝔲𝔨𝔲

❥bakugou katsuki:

☽ he’s completely confused by all his t-shirts and sweatshirts going missing even though he’s certain he put them in his wardrobe

☽ but he doesn’t even consider suspecting you until one day you’re lounging in the common room with the girls and he walks by and freezes, noticing that the black t-shirt looks oddly familiar

☽ “oi!” he growls, catching everyone’s attention and making the girls around you stiffen. “what do you think you’re wearing?”

☽ you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, a teasing smile tugging at your lips

☽ “please, katscutie, you don’t have to be so loud all the time.”

☽ bakugou just growls louder, storming to you on the couch and tugging you up. “you’re the one that’s been stealing all my clothes! i’ve been looking for this!”

☽ “but kacchan,” you whine, pouting when he tugs at the hem of it. “it looks cute on me! and are you really going to make me take it off right here?”

☽ you’re holding back your smile when bakugou notices how mineta and denki are ogling you and he scoffs in defeat

☽ he pretends he doesn’t like seeing you in his hoodies and shirts but really he thinks you actually look really good in it

☽ and it makes everyone know you’re his and when he hugs you he can smell his own scent clinging to you which really feeds his ego

☽ but occasionally he does yell that if you’re going to steal more clothes you need to return some or else he’ll have nothing left

❥kirishima eijiro:

☽ when you’re hanging out in his dorm room, he watches you as you rifle through his wardrobe and pick out his favourite red hoodie

☽ “eijiro!” you cry excitedly. “this is so cute!” he watches with amusement as you pull it over your head, grinning happily when you sniff it too. “it smells of you!”

☽ “it looks good, babe.” he smiles, holding out his arms for you to cuddle up into him

☽ from then on kirishima adores seeing you in his clothes- it makes him feel so proud to see you wearing his stuff and looking so pretty in it

☽ he’ll even start buying his hoodies in bigger sizes so you can have a perfect oversized look and he’ll always spritz his perfume over it so it smells of him

☽ insists you don’t wash it before you return it to him because he likes smelling your scent on his clothes after you’ve worn it for so long

☽ one time izuku offered you his sweater instead and kirishima was so distraught about it because he wants it to be your special little thing

☽ when bakugou called him an idiot for letting you steal all his clothes he was offended and cried “it’s a manly thing to do to make your s/o happy!”

❥denki kaminari:

☽ denki first sees you in his t-shirt when you want to nap with him and change into one of his t-shirts and he practically has to stop himself from jumping on you

☽ “y/n!” he squeals, tackling you to the bed and plastering your face in kisses. “fuck, you look so hot!”

☽ he’ll instigate a whole makeout session, hands roaming your body and whenever he pulls away, panting heavily his eyes will roam all over you in his shirt

☽ from then on he’s always offering you his hoodies and shirts with a little smirk tugging at his lips. “cold, y/n?”

☽ and his friends will never hear the end of his long explanations on why it’s so amazing to see your s/o in your clothes

☽ “it just...it’s an indescribable feeling, it’s amazing.” he’ll sigh to mineta who will be completely jealous

☽ he still teases you for wearing his clothes though- “don’t you have any clothes of your own, y/n? you trying to become me?”

☽ whenever he sees you wearing his clothes denki will inevitably be so much more softer towards you and cannot keep his hands and lips away from you

❥izuku midoriya:

☽ you’re both out shopping at the mall when you start to feel a little cold and being the sweet gentleman he is, he offers you his sweater

☽ and that’s when he realises just how much he likes seeing you in his clothes

☽ he gets a little flustered, cheeks blushing pink and not being able to lock eyes with you, making you narrow your eyes suspiciously

☽ “i-i’m okay!” he manages to stammer out when you ask him what’s wrong

☽ when you finally reach the dorms after a long day out, you offer izuku his hoodie back but he gets a little nervous as he politely declines it

☽ “you looked really good in it.” he’ll smile shyly, cheeks flushing scarlet as you grin

☽ he always lends you his hoodies and t-shirts because he thinks you look amazing in them and takes cute little pictures of you

☽ he remembers which hoodies are your favourite in particular so he knows which one to bring to you on cold days, on sad days, on happy days etc

☽ but he’ll always get a little flustered and blush whenever he sees you looking so good in his clothes

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writersmorgue · 2 years

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BNHA fic recs (hidden)

First Edition: fics i probably cried to while watching part 2

(fics in my collection that aren't listed publicly)

this collection is a list of fics that i would generally recommend to people.

I'm keeping my words limited to the authors' summaries because i do not have the time to read all of these again unfortunately and give you individual ratings. this is just the first two pages out of eight so expect more.

mature and explicit fics are marked with a M/E

I will not be including individual TWs for each fic please check the tags before reading.

Like a Virgin by artindistress - E

Katsuki thinks he’s all that, but Izuku has to show him the ropes.

Flustered by artindistress

People think that Bakugou hates Midoriya, but not all is as it seems.

Flustered: The Wedding by artindistress

Katsuki and Izuku are tying the knot, but is Katsuki having second thoughts?

Confidence Booster by artindistress - E

A few years after the picture fiasco, when their classmates are far into their own hero careers, Deku manages to find new ways to get her Kacchan riled up.

Don’t Look At Me Like That by artindistress - E

Kacchan has been giving her the strangest looks recently, and she doesn’t know what to make of it.

Bakugou Katsuki: Number 1 Boyfriend by artindistress

Bakugou Katsuki is the best at everything he does, including being the best boyfriend.

Coming Home by artindistress

What happens when your military boyfriend comes home?

Or, alternatively,

What happens when I watch those “Soldiers coming home to surprise loved ones” videos and can’t contain my feels.

Switched by artindistress

So uuuuuuh idk I wanted to see what would happen if Midoriya was suddenly in a world where no one had Quirks, and how all parties involved would react. So here :3

Estranged by artindistress

What happens when your childhood friend/rival/crush/one night stand comes back into your life after four years, and discovers that you had their children?

Midoriya Izuku is about to find out.

Best Friends by artindistress

Bakugou and Midoriya have been best friends since... well, since either of them could remember. But both harbor unspoken feelings for the other, will this be an end to their friendship?

Affectionate by artindistress

Katsuki is so bad at feelings that it takes him getting hit by a Quirk that makes you incredibly affectionate and honest for him to get his feelings across to Izuku.

A Lingering Finish by moonbabyscoot - M

Pro Hero power couple Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki are out to dinner at Tokyo's best Italian restaurant to celebrate their five year wedding anniversary.

Izuku Midoriya cannot believe he gets to wait on the sexiest men in the country.

Are they...flirting with him?

Natsuki by sendatsu

"Every morning after breakfast, Katsuki would kiss Eijirou and Natsuki goodbye and Eijirou would wave Natsuki’s little fist and try and get her to say ‘bye-bye’ while they watched him head out. Then it was morning nap, a little bit of playtime, lunch, and then, the most fun part of their day: their walk!"

Eijirou makes the best of his paternity leave.

Even Heros Need Saving by Diana_Zephyr - M

In a world where All Might never found the sludge villain before it got Midoriya. It took over his body to hide, bringing him back to the League of Villains without thinking.

Midoriya knew too much for the League to let him go. They found his mother and held her life over his head. Either he complied or they killed his mother and then him.

Midoriya was smart and resourceful, after months of harsh unforgiving training, he could take on most people, villains and heros alike.

The League assigned him assassination missions of heros that were getting in his way. He was a hardened villain, but the world wasn’t so sure he was evil.

Midoriya sacrificed everything for the ones he loved, wouldn't you?

Bakugou's (WikiHow) Guide to Making Friends by KlavierWrites

Katsuki wants to be Deku's friend again. Unfortunately, he has absolutely no experience with making friends, particularly not with making friends with former enemies. So he does what any dumbass would do: he consults the internet.

Healthy Ego by Morpheel - E

If there was one thing that Katsuki hated, it was the few days following his needle.

No matter the fact he’d been on testosterone for goddamn years now, his body just couldn’t seem to shake the hormonal spikes as a result of a fresh dosage. While the soreness and cramps were long gone, there was just one symptom he couldn’t ever shake.

And that was his god fucking damn libido. Good thing he has an amazing boyfriend to help him out with his ‘little problem’.

until the sinking sun by theformalweather (orphan_account) - E

In the silence that follows, in their stunned stillness, Bakugou presses his lips to Todoroki’s neck and whispers, “Marry me.”

i can be needy (way too damn needy) by hiuythn

Standing on your own for so long has its drawbacks. Bakugou learns.

grounding zero by hiuythn

Bakugou’s had a long day. Kirishima tethers him.

intertwined by crunchrapsupreme - E

Kirishima asks Bakugou out in the beginning of April. (a study of kiribaku through the seasons)

Ask me get anything that you want by Moment_of_Tangency - E

“Is Bakugou, like, your secret sugar daddy or something?” Kaminari asks. Eijirou promptly spits out his tea.

What You Helped Me Realize by uncaringrose

A story about realizing your self worth, overcoming your own shitty outlook, and falling in love with an adorable rock-boy.

Unbidden Praise by GreyLiliy

Izuku hadn’t been aware that unbidden praise from Kacchan would have such an effect on his composure, but after a compliment or two from Kacchan, he sure knows now! Izuku’s not sure his heart (or self control) can take it if Kacchan keeps being so nice.

Reconstruct The Breaking Palisade by Serendijjxo

If there was another constant in his life besides his quirk and his goal to be number one, it's that he's definitely not gonna be the best with what he thought was amazing explosions. That constant only became a thing fairly recently but if he were to be honest with himself, it's probably been around since he was six.

Around the same time he was pushed away from Izuku who's now the one person holding the pieces of him up as he's breaking down.

If he weren't in the dorms but back at home, there's no doubt he'd mother would slap - let's say, scold - him.

surveying, reconciliation (and other forms of not-matchmaking) by vannral - E

In all honesty, Izuku thinks he really shouldn’t be having this crisis.

In which Mina has fun trying to play matchmaker, Izuku has Realizations™ about his feelings for Katsuki, and the class 1-A will witness many weird things.

you're only relevant until you get older (they're gonna talk about me over and over) by futurehearts

Five times Ground Zero revealed his softer side to the media, and one time his big-mouth husband did it for him.

done with having dreams (the thing that i believe) by futurehearts

"Oh my god," Ashido yells. "Look, you guys, the number one hero is -"

"Marry me."

mondays and sundays (and saturdays and fridays too) by eqyptiangold

No one at UA believes that Katsuki Bakugou has a boyfriend at another school.

Especially not the adorable, freckled, curly green-haired boy that sneaks into the dorms with a sweet grin on his face while asking for “Kacchan.”

Arcane by ctrl_zie

There's another voice— Shouta almost missed it— but it's kind of hard to miss when she's still going on while running towards Bakugou— Oh no.

"ᴜʟᴛʀᴀᴀᴀAAAAAAA!!!"

Oh So Warm by peacheaz - E

Bakugou's being an absolute brat, and Midoriya loves putting him in his place.

My Favorite by No_Name_Kane - M

Bakugo tells Kirishima his favorite things about him

Behave by No_Name_Kane

Bakugo has a right to be upset and mad, but Kirishima doesn't approve of him lashing out at others.

Don't you dare close your eyes by CrazyCola1268

Shouto is buried under a building after trying to capture a villain, and he can do nothing but slowly bleed out and say his goodbyes over the phone, while his friends try to get him out of the rubble.

Come Over, I'm Sad by bkdkwritingsdump

Katsuki is just having a boring night in, scrolling through stupid videos on his phone, when his boyfriend texts him.

"Can you come over? I'm sad..."

a little pick me up by crossroadswrite

(Or: 5 Times Midoriya picks Kirishima up + 1 time he picks him up, or 5 times Midoriya picks Kirishima up + 1 time Kirishima picks him up)

An Arrow to a Bundle by PitViperOfDoom

In which Todoroki Enji tries to screw around with Shouto's life (again), but fails to account for the fact that his son's boyfriend has both backup and determination to spare.

Research to Rescue by KingofPillows

Shouta Aizawa is an underground pro hero. Taking a mission to go undercover in Japan’s biggest mafia was one of the worst things he could’ve done. Then he learned someone he thought was his biggest threat was anything but. Discovering what bound a big-hearted child to a life of evil was what turned this job as a mole into a rescue mission.

Izuku Midoriya, a Quirkless and weak child, had always wanted to be a hero, ever since he was a kid. With orders from his father, he was now the Rabbit. A well-known assassin for Japan’s biggest mafia. Saddled with two and a half Quirks of his very own, and a long list of sins on his back, he knows he’d never be someone worth being called a hero.

Then someone tells him he's worth something and it all falls apart.

how much do i love you? by writedeku

“Get up, sleepyhead,” Izuku tries to roll out of bed to brush his teeth, but is suddenly stopped by the tightening of Katsuki’s arms. “Hey, you. We gotta go.”

Katsuki’s reply is a press of his face into his back and a kiss on the bare skin. It makes Izuku shiver. “No,” he pulls him back into the bed and wraps even his legs around him. “Stay.”

count your blessings, not your flaws by PitViperOfDoom

Midoriya Izuku has never been asked out, confessed to, or flirted with, except as a joke.

it's love and i got the proof by halcyonrole

“He's slightly unhinged,” Shouto admits, “but I like that about him.”

Midoriya flips over Bakugou, cackling evilly as he snags one of the grenades off his belt and flings it at an approaching Iida. Then Midoriya picks Bakugou up and lets out a feral scream as he throws him at Jirou. Aizawa sighs heavily but doesn’t stop the training exercise.

Shouto cups his hands over his mouth and shouts, “You’re doing amazing, Midoriya!”

(Or: Shouto tries to confess by being aggressively encouraging.)

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dekuskacchan · 3 years

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i will follow you into the dark

Rating: T

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff

Summary: Izuku has finally returned to UA, and Katsuki will never let him go again.

Or: Izuku and Katsuki finally discuss their feelings.

A/N: Hi again, friends! Since chapter 322 is out now and dominating all of our lives, I felt inspired to write. This is intended to be a sequel to my fic "Tell Me I'm Dreaming," and takes place immediately after the events of chapter 322. So, spoilers are ahead for that chapter! I hope you like it <3

I'd also like to note: Izuku ate and took a bath when he got back, I just couldn't figure out how to work that in. Fear not, he is a clean and fed boy :')

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33153718

Katsuki watches the gentle rise and fall of Izuku’s chest as he sleeps, undoubtedly for the first time in days. He’d fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow on the small bed in Recovery Girl’s office, and hasn’t budged since.

In the 12 hours Izuku has been back at UA, Katsuki has left his side once, only with substantial convincing from Glasses and Shitty Hair.

“Dude, he’ll probably be out cold for a few more hours. At least go scarf down some food and take a nap,” Shitty Hair said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki retorted, “I ate this morning. And I have slept.”

Kirishima let out an exasperated sigh that irritated Katsuki to no end.

“Did you come here just to piss me off?” he snapped.

“We are concerned for your well being, just as we are Midoriya’s,” Iida said, “you haven’t fully recovered from your own injuries yet. You need to rest.”

“I said I was fucking fine.”

Iida looked at him with knowing eyes and a gentle smile. It annoyed Katsuki even more.

“He won’t disappear if you stop watching him, Bakugou."

“Yeah. We’ll stay with him,” Kirishima added with a thumbs up.

Katsuki gritted his teeth. As much as he hated to admit it, they were right. His empty stomach only served to fuel his anger more.

“I hear they’re serving spicy curry for lunch in the cafeteria,” Iida coaxed.

Katsuki had relented at that point, not because it was his favorite, of course, the growling in his stomach was just giving him away.

Katsuki returned less than an hour later. Kirishima and Iida admittedly had reassured him, to some degree, but it wasn’t enough to quell his anxiety. Iida scolded him for refusing to rest, but did nothing to stop him, as if he knew his efforts were futile. The pair stayed with Katsuki at Izuku’s bedside a while longer, but left him to his devices nonetheless.

Half and Half stopped by some time later, tapping on Katsuki’s shoulder and waking him from a restless sleep in a shitty plastic chair at Izuku’s bedside.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to sleep in your bed, Bakugou?” he asked, sitting in a chair adjacent to him.

“I was sleeping just fine before you fucking showed up, you Half and Half bastard,” Katsuki snarled.

“I’ve been here for an hour and a half, actually,” Todoroki stated. Always so fucking deadpan.

“Why the fuck did you wake me up now then?”

“You looked uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine, asshole,” Katsuki grumbled. Todoroki looked unconvinced.

“I figured you would say that. Here, I brought you this,” Todoroki produced a blanket from behind his chair and handed it to Katsuki.

“I don’t need your fucking charity," Katsuki grumbled, but accepted it anyway, silently grateful for refuge from the chill in the room.

“It’s no trouble,” Todoroki patted his shoulder.

“Tch.” Katsuki shrugged him off.

They sat in silence for a while. Izuku still hadn’t budged. Katsuki was worried, but some part of him was thankful that Izuku was finally fucking resting.

“Everyone is proud of you, you know,” Todoroki said quietly.

“Haah?!”

“It took courage, what you did. We know it’s not easy for you to express your emotions,” he paused, considering his next words, “it... doesn’t come naturally to me, either.”

“No shit!” Katsuki barked. Todoroki raised a finger to his lips to shush him and nodded at Izuku, who had grunted in his sleep.

“I’m just saying, your efforts aren’t unseen. We know you’ve been working hard, and that this has been weighing on you for a long time. If it weren’t for you, Midoriya might not have listened to us.”

“You don’t know shit,” Katsuki grumbled, averting his eyes. Katsuki was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He wasn’t good at this shit, and Todoroki knew it, so why wouldn’t he shut up?

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We can change the topic,” Todoroki said, as if he could read Katsuki’s mind.

“Or we could stop fucking talking altogether,”

Todoroki smiled and nodded, returning his gaze to Izuku. Katsuki’s eyes followed and he frowned.

“He’s such a fucking idiot,” Katsuki muttered, leaning forward in his chair and resting his chin on his hand. Todoroki chuckled.

“He is certainly reckless,” Todoroki nodded, “I’m disappointed to learn he felt he had to keep such a big secret. But, he is my friend, and I will continue to be as supportive as I can. He would do the same for us.”

“No, he’d do more, and end up getting himself fucking killed."

“That’s…" Todoroki frowned, "probably true."

They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Todoroki fucking piped up again, much to Katsuki’s dismay.

“I know Midoriya appreciated what you said,” his voice was soft.

“Words don’t matter. Actions do,” Katsuki’s response was immediate.

“Well your actions have spoken clearly. “You're a better person than you think you are, Bakugou.”

Katsuki whipped his head to glare at Todoroki with an insult on his tongue, but he found himself speechless instead, staring with an incredulous look on his face. He mentally kicked himself for it.

“I just hope you know that, too,” Todoroki offered a half-smile.

Katsuki was frustratingly taken aback. He averted his eyes and looked at the ground with a scowl. That damn fucking Half and Half.

Todoroki thankfully shut his mouth after that. Katsuki wasn’t sure how long they sat together in silence. It wasn’t until the sun had set and the room began to fill with darkness that he heard Todoroki rise from his seat.

“I’m going to go lie down. You should, too,” Todoroki said plainly.

Katsuki sighed. He was right, but there was a sickeningly uneasy feeling in his gut whenever he thought about leaving that he just couldn’t shake.

“I…I can’t,” he whispered.

“Okay.”

Todoroki patted his shoulder again, and Katsuki didn’t push him away this time.

“Thanks,” Katsuki shrugged, “for the blanket or whatever.”

Todoroki nodded. He left the door cracked behind him on his way out.

Katsuki pulls the blanket around himself and reclines in his chair, putting his feet up on Todoroki’s abandoned one. It’s really fucking uncomfortable, but Katsuki knows it would be impossible to sleep if he were anywhere else.

After too many attempts to reposition himself comfortably, Katsuki groans and sits up straight, turning his head to watch Izuku again. He’s still sleeping soundly.

Katsuki leans forward and, without thinking, brushes his hand through Izuku’s hair, pushing back a few stray curls. The moonlight flickering through the blinds illuminates his face, and Katsuki thinks that, somehow, this is the most peaceful he’s seen Izuku in ages.

Katsuki can’t remember the last time Izuku wasn’t at least slightly on edge. He is always looking over his shoulder, as if he’s expecting the enemy to be watching. He spends every minute of his free time training or muttering to himself about battle strategies. The nerd doesn’t even know the meaning of the word “relax.”

Katsuki slides his hand down to cup Izuku’s cheek. His skin is soft and warm, just like last time, and he can’t help but feel an awful sense of dèjá vu. He stays that way for a few moments, just reveling in the fact that Izuku is really here. This isn't a dream, he’s finally here, and Katsuki will never fucking let him go again.

When Katsuki reluctantly moves to pull away, Izuku reaches up to grab his hand, nuzzling into it.

Katsuki is startled, as Izuku is seemingly still asleep. He brushes Izuku’s cheekbone with the backs of his fingers, and swears he sees the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“You’re a dumbass,” Katsuki mumbles, propping his elbow on the bed to rest his head in his free hand.

“I can hear you, Kacchan.”

Katsuki jolts up in surprise to see Izuku staring at him with one eye cracked open and a smirk on his lips.

“Shit, did I wake you?” Katsuki tries again to pull his arm away, but Izuku holds on tight, as if Katsuki is his lifeline and he’s barely hanging on.

“D-don’t go,” Izuku stutters, burying his face in Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki caresses his cheek again and frowns when he finds wetness there.

“Are you crying?” Katsuki asks, though he’s not sure why, because he already knows the answer.

“N-no,” Izuku sniffles. Katsuki rolls his eyes and sighs.

“Hey, look at me,” Katsuki whispers, lifting his free hand to Izuku’s other cheek and turning his head to face him.

Izuku whimpers, holding Katsuki’s arms in a vice grip as he looks up. His eyes are sunken and glassy, overflowing with tears that Katsuki wipes away with his thumbs.

Fuck, he looks like a fucking zombie. His face is paler than usual and littered with scratches, and heavy, dark circles line his eyes. Katsuki suppresses a sudden urge to wrap him in his arms and hold him tight.

“What’s wrong?” Katsuki murmurs, stroking his cheeks in what he hopes is a soothing manner.

Izuku’s face contorts and a new wave of tears begin to fall.

“I-I’m so s-sorry Kacchan,” he snivels.

Katsuki holds his face tighter.

“I told you, we get it. Don’t beat yourself up, you’ve already done plenty of that.”

Izuku chokes a laugh through a broken sob and Katsuki counts it as a small victory.

“I a-am pretty messed up, h-huh?” Izuku hiccups, “but so are you.”

“Tch. I’m fine,” Katsuki lies, feeling a familiar twinge of pain in his side.

“I kn-know you better than that, Kacchan,” Izuku meets Katsuki’s gaze, “d-don’t think I didn’t see you bleeding back there.”

“I was bleeding. I’m not anymore, see?” Katsuki points to his newly applied bandages, “The old lady patched me up.”

Recovery Girl had given Katsuki a thorough scolding for tearing his wounds. Something about being too reckless, to stop throwing himself in front of danger because isn't it hypocritical of you to tell Midoriya to look after himself, but you won't do the same? That had pissed Katsuki off to no end, but he’d accepted her help anyway.

“Y-you could’ve hurt yourself-”

“But I didn’t! Quit worrying about everyone else,” Katsuki looks Izuku dead in the eyes, “think about your goddamn self for once.”

Izuku shakes his head frantically.

“I can’t. I said so many terrible things I- I h-have to apologize-,” Izuku tries to get up, but Katsuki is lightning fast as he moves to sit on the bed in front of him, gripping his shoulders to hold him in place.

“You can do that later. You need to fucking relax. Did you forget you were beaten to a pulp?” Katsuki reminds him.

“Kacchan, I’m f-”

“Don’t fucking say you’re fine! You’re not, and you know it.”

“It doesn’t matter, Kacchan!” Izuku shouts,“I can’t- I can’t just sit here while everyone else is-”

“Everyone is safe,” Katsuki lightly shakes him, “and we’re safer if we're together.”

Izuku presses the heels of his hands to his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” Izuku repeats himself. His voice is shaking. “I ne-”

“Shut the fuck up. You matter,” Katsuki says firmly, pulling Izuku’s hands away and holding onto them.

Izuku weakly lifts his head to meet Katsuki’s eyes. He looks taken aback, and even more exhausted than before, but Izuku is just as stubborn as Katsuki is, and Katsuki can tell he still has an argument left in him.

“Izuku,” Katsuki watches Izuku's eyes widen as he utters his name for a second time. It feels foreign on his tongue, but he knows the weight it carries, and he'll say it over and over if it makes Izuku happy.

Katsuki pushes back the hair that’s fallen in front of Izuku's face and knocks their foreheads together.

“Izuku,” he repeats, “ You fucking matter,” there’s a sharpness to Katsuki’s tone he hadn’t intended, but he can tell Izuku gets the message. He swears he sees the color return to Izuku’s bloodshot eyes before they squeeze shut, overflowing with new tears.

Izuku buries his head in Katsuki’s chest and wails. Katsuki immediately wraps his arms around him and pulls him into a tight embrace, ignoring the aching pain in his injured shoulder and side.

“I-I’m s-so sorry,” Izuku’s entire body shakes as he clings to Katsuki. Katsuki holds him tighter, rubbing gentle circles on his back.

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay,” Katsuki murmurs, trying his best to soothe him, but Izuku only cries harder. Katsuki’s own eyes begin to burn.

“It’s s’not o-okay, Kac-chan,” Izuku stutters.

“Nobody is mad at you."

“Th-they should b-be,” Izuku insists miserably

“Well they’re not.”

“I think All M-might is.”

“Haah?! The fuck kind of reason does All Might have to be mad at you?” Katsuki is baffled. “I should fucking clock him in the face again.”

“Y-you punched All Might?!” Izuku lifts his chin to stare incredulously at Katsuki.

“Damn right I did. But that’s beside the point. Why the fuck’s he mad?”

Izuku hides his face again, his voice muffled by Katsuki’s now damp shirt and his own sobs, “I w-was so mean t-to him. I told him I d-didn’t need him anymore and r-ran away, I-”

“Breathe, Dek- Izuku,” Katsuki whispers, brushing Izuku’s cheek with his fingers as Izuku begins to hyperventilate. “Breathe. He’s not mad, he’s probably just worried.” He better not be fucking mad.

“I-I have to t-talk to him too,”

“It can wait. Right now you need to fucking rest.”

They stay that way for a while, wrapped in the safety of each other’s arms as Izuku’s cries slowly start to dissipate. At some point, Katsuki isn’t sure when, traitorous tears start to roll down his own face. Izuku notices before he does, feeling the sudden moisture on his shoulder, and he tells him so.

“I’m not fucking crying,” Katsuki grumbles, though his voice is hoarse.

“It’s o-okay Kacchan,”

“Shit,” Now they’re both blubbering idiots.

Izuku squeezes Katsuki tighter as they cry together. Katsuki tries not to wince as he returns the gesture, his shoulder screaming in protest, but Izuku notices. Of course he fucking notices.

“K-Kacchan-,” Izuku’s voice is laced with unnecessary concern as he immediately loosens his grip and starts to pull back.

“Don’t,” Katsuki growls, rubbing his eyes, “Don’t fucking worry about me.”

Izuku sniffles and shakes his head, “I c-can’t help it.”

Katsuki heaves a sigh. “I know.”

Izuku places his shaky, scarred hands on either side of Katsuki’s face in a gentle caress that makes Katsuki’s heart fucking squeeze. When he finally lifts his eyes, he finds Izuku looking at him with a wobbly smile. His cheeks are tear-stained and there's a trace of something haunted behind his eyes, but it's undeniable that a weight has lifted from his shoulders.

Katskui quirks his lips in a half smile. Fuck, he’d missed Izuku.

Izuku yawns and lies back in the bed. “I’m tired again.”

“Well, get some sleep then, nerd,” Katsuki moves to slide back in his chair, but Izuku stops him, grabbing his hand.

“Wait! I- could-” Izuku bites his lip, “could you...stay with me?”

Katsuki squeezes his hand. “I’m not going anywhere, nerd. Someone has to keep your ass in line," he smirks.

Izuku laughs, the first real laugh Katsuki has heard in ages, and Katsuki thinks it might be his favorite sound.

“No, I mean here, next to me,” Izuku scoots over in the bed and pats the space next to him.

“I don’t think-”

“Just until I fall asleep,” Izuku pleads, “...please?”

Katsuki finally relents and slides in next to him. Izuku looks relieved, draping the blanket around them both and curling up to Katsuki’s uninjured side. Katsuki wraps his arm around Izuku’s waist, careful not to dislodge the bandages there. He briefly wonders why this feels so natural.

Izuku’s voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks next. “I- I’m scared, Kacchan.”

“I know. But everything’s gonna be fine."

“I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”

“No one’s gonna get hurt. We’re gonna figure this out, and we’re gonna figure it out together.”

“I really shouldn’t be here,” Izuku sighs.

“Shut the fuck up. You really wanna be out there? Where people are lookin’ to wring your neck at every turn?”

“Of course not! But that’s exactly why I should be. No one here is safe while I’m around.”

Izuku startles when Katsuki suddenly grabs his chin and lifts it up with his free hand to make Izuku look him in the eyes “Bullshit. I already told you, you can’t win this alone. So stop trying."

Izuku swallows hard, on the verge of tears again. Katsuki tucks Izuku's head under his chin.

"Saving people is how we win, remember? That means you gotta let us save you sometimes, too." Katsuki holds Izuku tight as he cries, gently combing his fingers through thick green curls.

“You should be here," Katsuki continues, "you belong here, Izuku." With me, he adds, but only in his thoughts.

Izuku stills and lifts his head from Katsuki’s chest to stare at him with wide, curious eyes. He's no longer crying. “Kacchan?”

“What?” Katsuki is confused as he watches Izuku’s cheeks flush a deep red.

“I belong with...you?”

Fuck, did he say that out loud?

Katsuki suddenly becomes very aware of their proximity and feels his own face heat.

Their faces are already inches apart, and Izuku is coming closer, cupping Katsuki's cheeks with freezing cold hands. He's close enough that Katsuki can feel Izuku’s heartbeat, his breath on his nose, and fuck, when did their legs tangle together?

Izuku’s thumb lightly strokes his cheekbone and Katsuki finds himself inadvertently leaning into his touch. His breath catches in his throat when he finally meets his gaze. Izuku’s eyes are soft and warm and he’s smiling, a real smile that is secretly Katsuki’s favorite, one that he hasn't seen in far too long. He decides he would sooner die than see it extinguished ever again.

He's embarrassed by his accidental confession, but something about the way Izuku is looking at him, with that soft gaze full of light and wonderment Katsuki knows is reserved only for him, makes the anxiety melt away. The eyes that used to infuriate him now leave him feeling warm and safe, like he has a place in this world, and he realizes there's nowhere he'd rather fucking be than right by Izuku's side.

"Did you mean that?" Izuku whispers, breaking him from his reverie.

“Yeah. Stay with me,” Katsuki grazes his fingers across Izuku's cheek. "...please."

Izuku's smile is breathtaking. It lights a fire in Katsuki's chest.

"I will," Izuku breathes, leaning in to close the distance between them.

Their lips meet halfway in a desperate kiss and a jolt of electricity courses through Katsuki's body. Izuku's hands tangle into Katsuki's hair and Katsuki cradles his face as they explore each other for the first time. It's messy and uncoordinated, but Izuku's lips are soft and inviting and nothing has ever felt so fucking right.

Katsuki's hold on Izuku's waist tightens, pulling him closer, but it's still not close enough. They've been through a decade of miscommunication and separation, unchecked feelings, and the debilitating fear of losing each other. Now that Izuku is here, safe in his arms, Katsuki wants nothing more than to stay in the warmth of this moment forever, to melt into each other and never let go again.

"K-Kacchan," Izuku pants as he slowly pulls away. Oh, right, breathing.

He presses his forehead to Katsuki's as they gasp for air, and they cling to each other as if the other could disappear at any moment.

Katsuki's head is spinning as he looks at Izuku. His cheeks have flushed deeper, lips kissed red and swollen, eyes blown wide as he stares in amazement.

"I missed you," Izuku whispers between heavy breaths.

"Me too,"

Katsuki tucks Izuku's head into the crook of his neck and holds him tight.

“I am….glad to be back,” Izuku murmurs, “it was terrifying out there. I was so exhausted."

No shit, Katsuki thinks.

"Do you want to...talk about it?"

"I-" Izuku pauses, considering. His voice is small when he says, "Maybe later. I don't...I don't want to think about it right now."

Katsuki laces the fingers of one hand with Izuku's and squeezes.

"Okay. But, uh, I'm here if you do. Want to talk or whatever." Katsuki tries his best to sound encouraging. Izuku tilts his head up and nods with a smile.

“Okay.”

There's still so much Katsuki wants to say, but he can't put it into words. He's always been better with actions. He thinks back on all that he said before Izuku passed out in his arms, and wonders if it was enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki notices Izuku peering up at him.

“What are you staring at, nerd?” Katsuki smirks as Izuku averts his eyes, color blooming on his face again.

“I- I’m not, I just- thank you, Kacchan.”

"For what?"

“For everything.”

Katsuki shrugs. “I didn’t do shit."

"Yes you did," Izuku brushes a lock of hair behind Katsuki's ear, "you're here right now. You listened, you encouraged me, you made me feel safe enough to come back here. I wouldn’t have had the strength without you.”

Katsuki is at a loss for words.

"Todoroki was right, you know," Izuku says softly, "you're better than you think you are."

Katsuki feels his face flush and looks away. But then it dawns on him.

"You were listening to us?"

"Uh- just a little...only bits and pieces."

"You were awake? Why the hell didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to interrupt you," Izuku shrugs. "You and Todoroki never talk, it seemed important. Plus, I was so out of it I thought I was dreaming at first."

"So you were just eavesdropping like a creep?" He teases, snickering when Izuku buries his face in embarrassment.

"I'd rather talk to you than that Half and Half bastard, dumbass," Katsuki ruffles Izuku's hair.

"Sorry, Kacchan."

"Quit apologizing."

Normally he probably would be pissed, but there isn’t even a trace of anger in him right now.

"I'm not the only one who's reckless, by the way," Izuku playfully nudges Katsuki.

"I'm not fucking reckless."

Izuku frowns. "Kacchan, you were stabbed. And you tore open your wounds trying to get to me when you should've been taking it easy. You took off into battle without a second thought."

"Sounds familiar," Katsuki glares at him.

"I know. I admit I don't always think things through….and sometimes I think too much. I never put myself first. You made me realize that. I'm...going to try to work on it. But you can't deny that you do it sometimes too."

Katsuki is silent again.

"And when was the last time you ate? Or slept somewhere other than a tiny chair? You tell me I need to take better care of myself, but you don't do the same."

"I'm fine." Katsuki insists, but Izuku knows him better than he knows himself and sees right through the lie.

Katsuki sighs. Deep down, he knows Izuku and the old lady are right. Sometimes... he can be a dumbass and a hypocrite.

"My body…I told you, it moved on it's own. I just saw you in the air and fucking panicked. You were about to die," Katsuki’s voice shakes, “You were about to die, and it was like… like my entire fucking life flashed before my eyes. There was so much I needed to say to you, I couldn't handle the thought of losing you, Izuku. Especially before- before I had the chance to-, " Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and grunts in an effort to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.

Katsuki feels Izuku's gentle touch on his cheek again and meets his gaze.

"I know. It's okay. Let's just agree that we're both idiots and try to be better, together. If not for ourselves, then for each other. I can't stand the thought of losing you either, Kacchan," Izuku's eyes are impossibly soft

"I really do appreciate everything you said, Kacchan. It means so much to me. I know it's not easy for you to do that."

"I meant every fucking word," Katsuki says firmly.

"I know. And I forgave you a long time ago, Kacchan. Yeah, things were rocky for a while, but I see you. I see how you've changed, and how much effort you've been putting in. I feel safest and strongest when I'm with you. You're the most amazing person I've ever known, and you always will be."

Izuku's eyes well up with tears again as he smiles, and Katsuki feels like his heart could burst out of his chest. He presses a gentle kiss to Izuku's palm and cups his face, tracing his lips with his thumb.

"You make me stronger," Katsuki stares deep into his eyes.

Katsuki feels his brain short circuit as Izuku presses a gentle, sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. Katsuki holds him there as he pulls away, chasing his lips with his own.

This kiss is softer and less hurried, but just as passionate. They're completely enveloped in each other as they revel in the fact that this is real. There’s nowhere in the world either of them would rather be. Katsuki didn’t realize just how badly he needs Izuku until he was gone, and thinks that, maybe, Izuku feels the same way.

It feels like it’s been an eternity when they slowly break apart, and Katsuki can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.

Izuku lays his head on Katsuki's chest and cuddles up to his side. Katsuki idly strokes his back, just relishing the moment.

Fuck, he’d missed Izuku.

"I don't mind if- uh, if you keep calling me Deku, by the way," Izuku mutters..

"You don't like it when I say your name?"

"No! No, that's not it- I mean it is a little weird, but uh- I like it? Hearing it in your voice, I mean," Izuku rambles on, and Katsuki finds that he's even missed that too.

"I just, um, I mean- Deku is fine too. It has a different meaning for us both now, you know? It stopped being an insult a long time ago. And, uh, it feels, um...special, I guess? I don't know. My point is, either is fine. I don't want you to feel like...like you're disrespecting me, or something," Izuku's face is bright red as he notices Katsuki smirking at him.

"You're such a nerd," Katsuki laughs when Izuku scowls, and presses a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want me to call you.”

“Either is good. I promise.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see then, huh?”

"Yeah," Izuku smiles, then his brows furrow and he pauses. "Katsuki."

They both frown and Katsuki shakes his head.

"Nope. Too weird. I'd rather be Kacchan forever,” Katsuki grimaces.

“I think so too,” Izuku laughs.

"You should sleep, nerd." Katsuki murmurs.

"Mm, yeah,” Izuku yawns, “You should too, Kacchan."

"Yeah, yeah."

"But you'll still be here when I wake up, right?" Izuku looks up at him with pleading eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Izuku breathes a sigh of relief and snuggles closer.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow is gonna be hard."

"Nah. I'll beat the shit out of anyone who tries anything funny. Like I said, we'll get through this.”

"Together?"

"Together."

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bonus:

Sunlight is filtering through the blinds of the room's tiny window when Katsuki awakens. He feels more rested than he has in ages. Izuku is still curled up at his side with his head on his chest, snoring softly, and Katsuki can’t help but smile.

“Nice, bro!” someone whispers from the doorway. Katsuki’s head whips up to see Shitty Hair and Sparky, grinning at him with their thumbs up.

Katsuki is filled with white hot rage as his face flushes. If it wasn't for the fact that Izuku has him pinned, he would beat the shit out of those assholes.

“See ya, loverboy!” Kaminari whistles as they bolt out of the room.

Oh, they are dead meat when Katsuki’s hands are free.

A/N: I wrote this while listening to "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie and "Make You Mine (acoustic)" by PUBLIC-highly recommend them if you're looking to yearn lmao

The large block of italicized text is meant to be a flashback- I hope that was clear :')

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!! Feedback/reblogs are appreciated as always <3

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Pro hero Deku is asked a lot if questions about his love life (no he's not dating kacchan, no he's not dating shouto, no he's not dating ochako she's married what the hell) and at some point he decides to get himself a boyfriend just for it to stop. Fake ofc, but no one needs to know that. He just wants some peace and quiet.

But of course the questions dont stop, if anything they're starting to get worse, only his mom seemed so happy that hes dating someone and now he's committed damn it, and the stories keeps getting more elaborate and like, maybe this was a bad idea but he's in too deep.

And he's also sort of growing attached to his fictional boyfriend, cause he seems like a cool and competent dude, izuku would not mind dating him if, you know, he actually existed.

Plot twist: hizashi is always one to stay on top of hero news, he loves and lives vicariously through gossip with nemuri any chance be gets, so he definitely keeps track of all the clues deku gives about his secret boyfriend (bc the nr 1 hero having a secret boyfriend is Grade A Gossip, and hizashi is intrigued and yearns to know more) and it's all fun and games until hizashi starts to grow suspicious that he KNOWS this secret boyfriend, that he is BEST FRIENDS with this secret boyfriend, and why the hell hasn't shouta told hizashi personally??? How dare???

Oh oh yes yes this is perfect.

And it gets even better because of course Hizashi is gonna confront Shouta. Of course he is. Shouta’s breaking some sacred best friend rules by not telling him that he’s been dating the #1. Like, Hizashi understands the want/need for some level of privacy, really he does, but surely he should be exempt from that. Bro Law and everything.

So of course this means Shouta gets a phone call at like 5 in the afternoon when he’s actually trying to get some sleep.

“SHOOOUUTTTAAAA,” Hizashi screeches down the line so loudly that, even though he’s laying down alone in his own apartment, Shouta can’t help the way his quirk activates on instinct.

“What.”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL MEEEE?” Hizashi sobs dramatically down the line.

“Probably because you always act like this,” Shouta huffs. “But I also have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’m your best friend,” Hizashi prattles on. “You could have at least told me, I can keep a secret you know? I wouldn’t have told anyone, probably.”

“Hizashi,” Shouta breaks in. “What. Are. You. Talking. About?”

“You’re Deku’s secret boyfriend!!” Hizashi announces victoriously.

Shouta pulls his phone back enough to stare at the screen for a moment, brows furrowed, before he brings it back to his ear.

“Have you been kidnapped?” he practically barks the question out.

“W-What?” Hizashi sputters. “NO! Sho what the hell?”

“What’s your safe word?” Shouta demands.

“Meatloaf,” Hizashi replies instantly. “Wh-”

“Are you trapped, currently bleeding out, injured, or in need of backup?” Shouta spits the questions out rapid fire.

“No, no, no, and no,” Hizashi answers back just as quickly. “I’m perfectly fine and at home, just wondering why my best friend hasn’t told me about his secret affair -”

Shouta hangs up.

Hizashi’s in no danger which means he doesn’t have to humor his ridiculous bullshit right now when he could be taking a nap.

His phone rings for the next ten minutes straight before Trash comes toddling into the room and curls up on top of it to go to sleep.

~~~

It doesn’t end there. Because of course it doesn’t.

Hizashi keeps badgering him about his supposed love affair with Deku of all people, the #1 hero Shouta’s never even met in person before.

Mainly he ignores Hizashi whenever he starts in on the topic or tries to badger him for detail that don’t exist.

But then...

Then it comes to a bit of a head when Shouta gets dragged out for drinks with Hizashi, Nemuri, and Tensei like they normally try to do every other week or so if possible.

Only this time they’re not the only pros at the dive bar they end up at.

Because Joke is there, because of course she is, because the universe officially hates Shouta.

Joke is an excellent hero, a good teacher from what he’s heard, and overall a nice person but Shouta only has enough spoons for a select group of people in his social life and sometimes even that’s pushing it.

Joke with her constant laughing, her attempts at comedy without her quirk involved, and her insistent need to constantly hit on Shouta is someone who drains him faster than should be possible.

Only this time it’s different.

They’re a few drinks in when Joke tries to slide her way into the booth beside him, a grin already stretching her mouth.

And while normally the others would just laugh and smirk and leave Shouta to suffer, this time Hizashi steps in.

“Yeah, no,” Hizashi slides the drinks he’d gone to collect onto the table and then shimmies his way in between Joke and the booth to steal the seat right beside Shouta instead. “Seats taken.”

“Awwww,” Joke pouts, “don’t be like that. Why’re you trying to get in the way of me and Eraser’s love story?”

"Find someone new to hit on, sweetheart,” Hizashi tips a look at her over his shades. “Nemuri’s always free you know? Our Shouta’s a taken man now.”

There’s a sort of collective spit take around the table.

“What?” Nemuri croaks from where she’s trying to clean what looks like cream off of her face. “Are you two ...?”

“Oh no, not us, we’ve told you that before.” Hizashi waves a hand in front of him with the ease of an argument they’ve all had more than once over the years.

“Then?” Tensei prompts.

Hizashi leans forward across the table, expression turning sly and secretive, the rest of the group leaning in as well, anticipation practically wafting off of them.

And Shouta immediately knows where this is about to go.

“Our Sho’s been keeping secrets,” Hizashi sing-songs. “But honestly I can’t believe it took me so long to put it together when the clues were right there.”

“Get on with it man,” Nemuri orders.

“Our unkempt goblin friend is dating none other than the adorable and stacked force of nature that is our #1 hero Deku,” Hizashi throws his hands up in a ta-da sort of gesture.

For a long moment there’s silence.

And then every head at the table swings in Shouta’s direction all at once.

For a split second Shouta debates on nipping it in the bud, putting an end to this ridiculousness once and for all. But then he stops, thinks about it, flicks a look towards Joke and quickly runs through the list of advantages having a fake SO could provide him with, and immediately course corrects.

“It’s a secret,” Shouta deadpans. “We’re deeply in love. Tell no one.”

Which, of course, means that by the time Shouta rolls out of bed the next afternoon everyone knows.

#The Boyfriend Bluff AU #BnHA #AiDeku #Anonymous #RayRambles

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