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sup-hoes-its-me · 18 days

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Fake dating the mha boys and confessing

feat: bakugo, midoriya, denki, todoroki, tamaki, shinsou

Summary: you and some of the mha boys have been fake dating, but are you really doing this for the public relations...? (requested) if i didn't do a character you wanted, please just send a message and ill add that character

ps. i know a lot of my color schemes have been rainbow lately but pink and rainbow are my favorite colors so you all have to deal with it

bakugo:

midoriya:

denki:

todoroki:

tamaki:

shinsou:

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frickingnerd · 11 months

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fake dating tenya iida

pairing: tenya iida x gn!reader

tags: fluff, fake relationship, introducing tenya to your family

your family had been bugging you about bringing a boyfriend back home for years now

and now that it was holiday season, it was only getting worse

all your cousins and siblings had someone to bring along and you decided that it was finally time for you to do the same!

the only problem was that you weren't actually seeing anyone…

but instead of acting like an adult and admitting that you were single, you asked your classmate tenya to pretend to be your boyfriend for the holidays

honestly, he wasn't very thrilled about it at first, lecturing you about telling the truth to your family and not spreading such lies

however, when he realized how desperate you were, he decided he'd go along with your plan

at least this way he could make sure you didn't go too far with your lie. and he hadn't planned on doing much over the holidays anyways, besides studying…

when you and tenya arrived at your childhood home, your family was quite surprised that you were bringing a boy along, especially since you didn't mention you were dating anyone

you brushed it off with a smile, explaining you simply had forgotten to mention it, while tenya kept quiet the whole time

throughout the evening, tenya kept quiet about his relationship with you, letting you come up with lies to cover the truth

he just quietly kept an arm around you or let you sit on his lap as you talked, sometimes even pressing a kiss onto your forehead

he didn't want to over do it, but he still wanted to seem like a loving boyfriend

over the course of the next few days, tenya kept playing the loving boyfriend for you and your family

so much so, that by the time the two of you returned to school, tenya greeted you with a kiss on the forehead, without even realizing what he was doing…

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missyaess · 2 months

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Maybe Meant to be - Fake Dating pt.6

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

divider credit :@muruffin

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-Hi Midoriya.No,not really.

As Midoriya sat down next to you,you sighed.You felt relieved all of a sudden,at this moment you wouldn’t want to be around anyone else.You didn’t know why.

-What happened between you two,if you don’t mind me asking?

You explained everything to him and how you felt,as you got to the end you didn’t notice tears coming out of your eyes.

-Hey Y/N,sshh.

He hushed you and laid your head on his shoulders,calming you down.

-I get how you feel.But I just have to ask you,do you think Kacchan is the right person for you?

-I don’t know anymore Midoriya…I thought he was but I am just so tired.

-I get that.I’m sorry you have to feel this way.You are an amazing person,and you’re the only one I could trust with something like this.Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.

He smiled at you and it warmed your heart.You were glad he was your friend.

After you two sat there for some time you decided to go back to your dorm rooms.Midoriya walked you to your dorm room where Mina was waiting for you.

-Alright I can leave now.Goodnight Y/N.

As you two waved at each other Mina looked between the both of you with suspicious eyes.

You turned back to Mina and saw everybody has already left.Mina noticed your looks into your room so she explained.

-I sent everybody away so that we could talk.

You stepped into your room and Mina followed you.You sat down on your bed looking at your feet.Mina sat on the floor,facing you.

-What’s going on between you two?

You rolled you eyes at this.

-It wasn’t what it looked like,Bakugo was just being a hater to Midoriya,he doesn’t like me.So,nothing is going on between us.

-No I don’t mean him!I mean Midoriya!

-WHAT?

You stood up by the shock of what she was asking you.

-Look,I just noticed how you two act together and it might be more than a fake relationship for you.

-Literally what made you think that?

-The way Midoriya got worried today after you and Bakugo went out the room,so much so that he went after you two immediately! How you look at him has changed and I can see that as your best friend.

-He’s my friend,and he knows what an ass Bakugo can be,that’s probably why!And also nothing has changed with the way I look at him.

Mina sighed as you looked at her like she was crazy.

-Look,all I’m saying is be careful,okay?I don’t want you get hurt because of another boy again.

-I assure you there’s nothing to worry about.

-Whatever you say,goodnight Y/N.

After Mina left you were alone with your thoughts.

Could it be possible it was more for him,for you?

A few weeks has passed since the last time you spoke with Bakugo.He would stare at you in class but you wouldn’t look back.You had spent the last weeks with Midoriya,still going on with the plan even if it hadn’t worked out for you,it was going to work out for Midoriya and Uraraka.

As you were at the lunch table ,laughing at something Midoriya had said,Uraraka came over.

-Deku,can we talk in private?

-Uhm…sure.

-I like you!

You knew you shouldn’t have but you and Mina were watching afar from where uraraka was confessing to Midoriya.

-What did she say??(M)

-SSH I can’t hear them with you screaming !

You two were hiding in a bush,not too far away from the two.If Mina kept on whisper screaming you were sure they would hear you.So with one hand you closed her mouth and continued to listen.

-I have liked you for a long time actually…And after seeing you with Y/N,I just had to let you know.(U)

You couldn’t quite understand yourself right now.It made you so mad she was confessing to him.I mean,she knew Midoriya was your boyfriend.Even if it wasn’t actually real and a plan,it still made you mad.

Uraraka got closer to Midoriya and reached out for his hand.

-Please say something.

You couldn’t help the jealousy you were feeling.Why were you jealous of Midoriya?

Mina started biting your hand so you let her go.

-Ouch!What are you doing?!

-SSH,be quiet!(M)

You rolled your eyes at this and continued watching them as the uncomfortable feeling took you over.You just wanted to go over there and…

-I’m sorry,I love Y/N.

…

What?

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extrashotodepresso · 9 months

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Fake Dating Series:

KirishimaXFem!Reader

(ft. Ex Hawks)

Warnings: SMUT AHOY! (Actual smut- like DNI if under 18) , a bit of Yandere Hawks at the end (can’t help myself), angst, pure filth, cheesy, cheating mentioned

I had an idea a while back about a little fic series around the beautiful cliche trope of fake dating. Overdone you say? YUP! But it’s so tasty I can’t help it! Needless to say, all characters in my fics are 18+. In this one, MC and Kirishima are in their mid to late twenties.

So this is the first one!!! Feel free to reblog if you want, I literally write these for myself but if you like it lemme know if there’s anything else you wanna see!

Summary:

Hawks shows up at the agency and tries to get back together with you. You try to blow him off but he’s pushy. Getting irritated you say you’re dating someone. When he asks who, Kirishima walks over and you get an idea.

“Just go with it.”

“What?”

You pull Kirishima by the harness on his chest and bring him in for a short kiss; what you weren’t expecting was for him to kiss you back.

“Um… still here, (Y/N).” Hawks clears his throat uncomfortably, while you are stuck staring up at Kirishima’s face.

“Wanna get out of here, pebble?” He asks with a sly grin.

“You have no idea.”

You had felt your phone incessantly buzzing in your back pocket all day. You prayed silently that this meeting would end soon; you could hardly pay attention to it anyway.

“Everything okay, Jumper?” You heard someone call out to you. When you looked up it was none other than Red Riot, your coworker and acquaintance. You rubbed your neck nervously.

“Yeah- just have a lot on my mind I guess.” You looked up at him with a soft smile before standing- even if you were tall for the average woman, he stood easily a foot and a half above you, though he was less intimidating than his appearance would suggest.

“Well if you need anything, let me know.” He smiled again kindly, then offered you a small stack of papers. “Notes. From the meeting.” You took them gingerly, looking up at him with a raised brow. “Seemed like you missed some of the info today, wouldn’t want you falling behind.” His face was almost bashful as he said this, his mouth opening slightly like he was preparing to speak again.

“Riot!” Dynamight called out for his friend suddenly and Red Riot gave you a small wave before walking away, leaving you a little dumbstruck. Sure, Red Riot was nice- he had even been dubbed the new gentlemanly hero- but something about the gesture gnawed at you. Unfortunately you didn’t have much time to stare after him in bewilderment as your phone began ringing. Again.

You whipped your phone out of your pocket, turning towards the elevator and making sure you were alone before you hit ‘answer’.

“What do you want?” You spat out, hand smashing the down button as you looked behind you in a paranoid fashion. You prayed as you waited for the doors to open that no one would follow you.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that little bird.” The voice that came over was saccharine and sweet, the syrupy tone making your stomach turn. You waited until you were inside the elevator with the door closed to respond.

“Don’t call me that, Hawks.” Your teeth were grinding.

“I’m downstairs.”

“What? Downstairs where?”

“At your agency. Let’s go for dinner or some coffee- you know you can’t-“

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Fuck off and go away.” You hung up the phone, practically slamming it in your frustration.

Two years. Two years of your life you had dedicated to that insufferable, egotistical, bird brained— ugh! And three months ago, you found out he had been cheating on you with some young up and coming sidekick. You closed your eyes, exhaling deeply before collapsing on the cool elevator wall. When the doors opened, you were in the hallway to the lockers.

You had been throwing yourself into your work since you had broken up with Hawks. You had spent the past few months pulling shift after shift- and now you were being forced to take the weekend off. This was especially frustrating to you at the moment; if Hawks didn’t leave like you asked, you wouldn’t have a good excuse to lose him, and the man had a way of getting what he wanted. You made it to the showers, cleaned yourself then changed into civilian clothing, praying that he had the decency to finally listen to you on your elevator ride back to the lobby. Though, if his incessant harassment the past three months had anything to say about the likelihood of that happening… the doors opened and you steeled yourself, trying to visualize an undisturbed path to the exit.

As you approached the front desk at the lobby, your heart sank. He was still there, casually leaning on the marble counter, blatantly flirting with the receptionist.

“Well I would be crazy not to want that back.” You muttered, rolling your eyes before trying to walk as quietly as possible past him.

“Baby bird!” He called out to you and you stopped, feeling your shoulders hunch over.

“I told you to fuck off.” You spoke through your teeth. He walked over to you, opening his arms as if wanting a hug, then after seeing your expression lowered them slowly.

“Look- I know that-“ he actually looked remorseful as he paused, “I messed up.”

“You messed up?” You barked out a laugh. “Did you mess up the first time when you fucked her in your office? Or the tenth time when you fucked her in our bed?” Your glare was seething now, and his face was heartbroken. As much as the part of you that had loved him wanted to reach out and make him feel better, the part of you that he broke rejoiced seeing him in pain.

“Yes, (Y/N). I fucked up. And I’ve regretted it every single day. I miss you, can’t we just talk about this?”

“No, we can’t.”

“Why not?” Just then, the pinging sound of the elevator caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder to see— the perfect distraction.

“I don’t think my new boyfriend would like it.” You lifted your chin haughtily before you heard the heavy footsteps approaching.

“Boyfriend?”

“Hey! Jumper, Hawks, how’s it goin?” Just as you expected, Red Riot approached the two of you at the desk, smiling brightly, completely unaware he was about to be the perfect decoy.

“Hey babe!” You called out enthusiastically before trotting over to him. He was still in his hero gear, no doubt going for a last patrol on his way home. He looked down at you with a slightly quizzical expression before you whispered so only he could hear, “Just go with it.”

You grabbed his shoulder harness, pulling him down to you and before he could react or protest, kissed him. It was meant to be a quick peck on the lips, nothing too showy but the second after you pulled away, you felt his hand reach behind your head, fingers threading in your hair as he brought you back for more.

His lips were softer than you expected from the hardened hero, more experienced too. His lips moved along yours with a delicate fervor, quickly you lost yourself in him. Your hand that had been wrapped around his harness tightened and you pulled him ever closer, practically whimpering into his open mouth as the kiss heated. His tongue probed your bottom lip, requesting entrance and without a second thought you allowed it.

“Um… (y/n)? I'm still right here.” You heard Hawks behind you and it brought you back to the present. Pulling away, you attempted to gather your breath as you looked up at Red Riot.

He was looking at you with a hunger that made your thighs clench together. You didn’t know what you had expected when you kissed him, probably just an awkward joke and maybe an offer to walk you home, but this was… carnal. He was smirking down at you, sharpened teeth glinting in the fluorescent light.

“Wanna get out of here, pebble?” His voice was gravelly, thunderous and you bit your lip as you nodded.

“You have no idea.” You managed to whisper as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Sorry we couldn’t catch up, Hawks.” He spoke, still looking into your eyes as he did. “Looks like my little pebble needs to get home. I’m sure you understand.”

With that, the two of you left, leaving Hawks standing dumbfounded behind you.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” Riot finally spoke again as the two of you entered the parking garage.

“Not really.” Your mind was still spinning, “Thanks for the help, Riot.”

“It’s Kirishima.” He said, softly as you approached your car.

“Kirishima.” You tested it out. It was foreign on your tongue, but not unwelcome.

“You want me to go home with you?” He asked and you felt a blush bloom across your face before you looked at him dumbly.

“Huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as well.

“I mean- to make sure you get there safely and everything.” He cleared his throat, suddenly breaking your gaze. You smiled, your stomach feeling flutterings you hadn’t experienced for almost two years.

“I’m a hero too, you know.” You said, teasingly.

“O-of course, I just thought-“ you giggled, he was too easy to tease.

“I’m happy to bring you back to your place- it looks like you were planning on one last patrol though.” He finally looked back at you, his eyes trying to read your expression. It was stifling, that look and you cleared your throat before rambling on, “I suppose I do owe you a bit of an explanation. It’s the least I could do to give you a ride as thanks.”

“I was planning on another round but it’s late… so if you’re willing to drive me… what I’m saying is…” he stopped himself, “I’d like that.” He muttered.

You nodded, then walked to your driver's side, sitting down and trying to not scream internally as he sat next to you. Your car adjusted with his weight and you felt suddenly self conscious about the state of your car- would he judge you for the smell of stale coffee or the miscellaneous straw wrappings on your passenger side floor? If he did, he didn’t say anything, he just casually provided you his address for the GPS. For the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard were the incessant directions of your car, taking you on what felt like the longest drive of your life.

“He’s my ex.” You said, suddenly, to break the silence the two of you had lapsed into.

“Who?” He looked over at you, and though you trained your eyes on the road, you could detect surprise in his tone.

“Hawks.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” You said almost curtly. “Broke up a few months ago.” You readjusted, feeling his gaze on you was a little uncomfortable.

“Why did you—“ he let himself trail off, then caught himself. “Actually, I don’t need to know, I’m sorry that was-“

“We have different definitions of fidelity.” You interrupted him. “I think it means you stay loyal to one person, he thinks if someone else wants you and they’re super hot, sleeping with them should be acceptable.” You smirked as you shrugged, though saying it out loud hurt you more than you would like to admit.

You hadn’t talked about the break up with anyone. Not even your best friend. All she knew was you were done, and you didn’t want to go back. Kirishima was now the only one who knew the truth.

“That’s so unmanly.” He said, as solemnly as possible and you barked out a laugh. “What? What did I say?”

“Nothing-“ you said through giggles as you pulled up to his apartment. “It’s just-“ more giggles “unmanly?” You bit your lip, finally turning to him as you parked.

“So… he’s the one that was calling you all day?” Kirishima changed the subject. You sighed, resting your head on the seat as you turned toward him.

“Yeah. He wants to get back together. Doesn’t seem to understand the phrase ‘fuck off’.” You smiled, though it didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“And you think that kiss will be enough to keep him away?” He asked, almost incredulously.

“I would think so-“ you looked at him through your lashes. “It was a pretty great kiss.” You chewed at your bottom lip subconsciously and you watched as his eyes followed the movement.

“I don’t think he’s gonna stop until he really gets the message.” His voice had changed again, all low and sexy and you felt those butterflies again.

“So what do you suggest?” You swallowed, your mouth was suddenly completely dry. He leaned over to you, his massive hand caressing your face and covering half of it.

“Make the message so loud, he can’t ignore it.” He brought his face to yours, eyes looking in yours then to your lips to give you plenty of time to change your mind. In response, you leaned in to close the gap, brushing your lips against his just barely.

He increased the pressure, exhaling in relief as you permitted him to continue kissing you. The two of you quickly became a mess of tongues and teeth- though as things became more heated, the tiny space of your car was hardly accommodating.

“Would you like to-“ he broke the kiss to ask you a question, though you didn’t let him finish.

“Fuck yes, let’s go.” He smiled at this, chuckling as his thumb caressed your cheek.

“I was going to say come up for a drink, but I have a feeling you have a little more on your mind.” Your face reddened in embarrassment.

“A d-drink would be nice.” You swallowed. “I’m a little thirsty.”

“That’s one way to put it .” He said with another smirk and you pushed his chest, smoothing your hair and trying to catch your breath when you heard his rumbling laugher as he exited the car. The sound of it was enchanting. He walked around and opened your door, ever the gentleman, and you unfastened your seatbelt before grabbing his hand and following him inside.

Kirishima had a massive penthouse apartment, with all new everything and expensive furnishings.

“So this is a top hero’s apartment, huh?” You asked as you looked around wide-eyed. “You probably spend in a month what I do in a year.” You mused out loud as he walked over to his massive kitchen, grabbing a couple bottles of water from the fridge.

“I’m comfortable.” He said with a slight chuckle. “But it helps that I split the rent.” He walked towards you, offering you a water before gesturing to a large U shaped leather couch by a fireplace.

“You have a roommate?” You watched him nod, then sat on the edge of the couch, watching him walk away before your eyes continued to drag themselves around the room “Who? Wait, you’re not-“ he shook his head.

“I’m single, don’t worry.” You let out an exhale you didn’t know you were holding. “Bakugo and I have been roommates since college.” Your brows raised at this.

“Dynamight?” You asked incredulously. “Lord-Explosion-Murder—screams-at-children-number-two-hero—Dynamight is your roommate?”

“Yep. Hey, do you want anything harder than water?” You heard him call out to you, apparently in your awe he had returned to the kitchen.

“You bet your ass I do-“ you muttered, then louder; “whiskey, if you have it?” You looked back at him and watched him nod, his back to you as he rifled through the kitchen, moving surprisingly swiftly to grab a glass and some expensive looking amber fluid in a crystal container.

You had been staring into the fireplace, still oscillating between several levels of shook before you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked up, and Kirishima was smiling at you, handing you a glass of whiskey.

“Do you mind if I go clean up?” He asked with almost an apologetic expression. “I haven’t had a chance yet to change and-“ you nodded

“That’s fine, I’ll just be out here…” you gestured to the couch. “Waiting.” You offered what you hoped was a sexy smile, not missing the way he swallowed before he straightened up.

“Five minutes. Promise.” He was almost childlike as he scampered off, leaving you to collapse into the couch in wonder at the situation you now found yourself in.

What a bizarre series of events. Not even an hour ago, Red Riot was a coworker you barely knew. Just someone who you would idly chat with in the mornings, occasionally fight beside on patrol- now you were in his apartment, drinking whiskey, watching a fire and waiting for him to— you took a drink, hoping the alcohol would calm your nerves.

Kirishima was an incredibly attractive man. Maybe not by super traditional standards; with his spiky teeth and even spikier hair, but there was always a kindness to him you found intriguing. Not to mention, he was absolutely ripped. Nearly seven feet of carved muscle and rugged angles, a sharp contrast to his normally shy and kind personality. Your nails tapped on the glass in your hand as you stared into the flames.

What if this was a mistake? You didn’t know exactly what was happening tonight, though you knew what you had hoped for. He was really too nice of a guy to be a rebound…

As you lost yourself in your thoughts, feeling the pleasant warmth of the fire and the hum of the whiskey making its way through your bones, you were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a door closing.

“Hope you didn’t wait too long.” His voice echoed out and you looked up, letting out what could definitely be interpreted as a moan.

Freshly showered Kirishima was a god. His hair which was usually styled sharply fell into his face softly, just passing his shoulders and you could see a hint of his black roots at the top. It was weirdly sexy to watch as he pulled his hair behind his face and tied it in a low ponytail, his bangs falling into his face gently. He was wearing a black sweater that did absolutely nothing to hide his hulking muscle and a casual pair of jeans that seemed to strain against the sheer bulk of his thighs. As he sat down, the smell of his shampoo or body wash enveloped you; sandalwood and something earthy- like the smell of rain. You wondered now what you had been so concerned with before, the idea that you had an important thought being the only thing you managed to grasp.

“You alright?” His voice was soft, sweet, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You blindly set your glass on the table beside you before leaning in to kiss him again.

It felt so right to kiss him. Losing yourself in his taste was so easy, so comfortable, so— as he pulled you onto his lap, gripping your thighs with his massive hands you moaned into him. His contagious smile could be felt on your lips as the sound escaped you and it almost bothered you how calm he was. You wanted him to feel the same as you, feel this untethered. You brought yourself down to sit fully on his lap, grinding the apex of your thighs against him.

When you found the hardened flesh there eagerly waiting and heard his breathy little groan you finally smiled back before pulling away from the kiss.

“I’m fantastic.” You managed to croak out in response to his question, looking at him to see a darkened expression over his features.

“(Y/N)-“ your name came so easily from his lips, you hadn’t realized he had actually known it until now.

“Yes, Kiri?” You kissed along his jaw, tilting his head to find his exposed neck, kissing him gently before biting the flesh at the junction of his throat and collarbone. His grip on your thighs tightened in the most delicious way when you did, and you licked at the flesh before returning to his lips. But he pulled away.

“What do you want?” He suddenly asked. You paused, over him.

“What do you mean? I want you.” You sat back, studying his expression. He groaned, bringing a hand up to his face.

“I mean- what do you want from this? I’m all for us hooking up to make Hawks jealous and everything-“

“Who?” Your genuine surprise seemed to astonish him. For a moment, you had forgotten what had brought you here, to this man’s couch, practically begging for him to take you.

“Seriously.” He sighed. “I think we should probably talk about what you actually want from this before we-“ you brought your hand to his lips, silencing him.

“I kissed you back at the agency for a distraction. Sure. But-“ you looked around the vast apartment. “I don’t see him here now, do you?” You smiled down at him. “If this was just to piss him off, I would call him while you were breaking me in half so he could hear what a real man can do.” Kirishima blushed at your words. “And while that might be fun to do some other time…” You leaned back, pulling off your shirt to reveal your chest covered by a padded sports bra you had put on that morning when you had no idea you would be straddling one of Japan’s top ten heroes. Kirishima didn’t seem to mind as he swallowed at the sudden exposure of your flesh, “Right now, I’m only thinking about you. And I would have thought,” you gave another experimental grind of your hips, delighting in the almost tortured sound he made, “that what I wanted was obvious.”

Kirishima studied you for a few moments, searching in your expression for the truth in your words. He must have found what he was looking for as he kissed you, immediately opening his mouth to tangle his tongue with yours.

It was sloppy, steamy and downright indecent, but gods if it didn’t spark your need for him. He brought his hands back to your thighs, caressing them before grabbing handfuls of your ass, landing a harsh slap that caused you to shriek into his mouth.

“You’re a naughty little thing, pebble.” He purred. “I didn’t expect you to be this-“ you brought your own hands to the hem of his shirt, dragging them up along his toned abdomen to rest on his pectorals, clawing at them before gesturing you wanted the shirt off.

“Forward?” You finished for him. He pulled his shirt off, then returned to your lips, hardening his grip before standing up, carrying you around like you were made of air.

“Bedroom?” He panted into your mouth. You nodded and kissed him back.

The way to his room was a bit of a blur. He stopped a few times along the way, pressing you up against the walls, letting his hands explore every dip and curve on your body. You thought, distantly, that you might have heard things crash to the ground at some point, but had a sinkhole opened in the middle of Mustafu, you probably wouldn’t have noticed. There was nothing but him. His touch, his lips, his sounds, it was all that mattered right now.

When your back met the plush of his bed and he crawled over you, you felt another moment of awareness at the sheer size of him. He seemed to even block out the light in his room, his face was nothing but shadow. He pulled back again, finally allowing you to see his tortured expression, his hand brushing your cheek as his eyes seared into you.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” He asked, his voice strained like the idea of you saying no was physically painful. You leaned up to kiss him, your hands trailing down the expanse of his chest to stop at the button on his jeans. You let them sit there for a moment, playing at the hem, enjoying the feel of where the elastic on his briefs beneath his pants met his skin.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” You mirrored him. “I’m not the one who keeps stopping.” You were smirking, but your heart was racing. He set every nerve you had on fire, you couldn’t remember ever feeling like this.

“Are you kidding?” A lopsided smile graced his face. “You’re all I think about, (Y/N). I’m still not convinced this is real.” Your eyes widened. Did he really feel that way? A blush spread across his face. “Sorry.” You didn’t know how to respond to his sudden confession so you kissed him again, finally allowing yourself to unbutton his jeans and try to wriggle them off his hips.

He seemed to understand your hint and helped you out, standing awkwardly and shuffling his pants down his legs. He stood then, almost bashfully when your gaze was immediately sent to the large tent in his boxer-briefs. Chewing at your lip again, you swallowed. Everything on this man was giant. You slid your leggings off your legs, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor before motioning for him to return to you. He moved quickly, his lips finding your neck and every sensitive point on it as his hands wrapped their way around your torso, arching your back and bringing you as close as possible to him.

“May I?” His fingers were playing at the back of your bra and you nodded, turning your face to him again, finding his lips once more. He unclasped your bra, having to lean up from you to pull it off, one arm resting beside your head. He pulled back a little more, looking over your body with a sort of reverence. A small whimper left you at the seriousness of his expression, which he seemed to take as you missing his lips on you (not that he was entirely wrong).

“You’re so damn beautiful.” He whispered into your neck, kissing down your collarbone and sternum before dragging his tongue over your breast. He found your nipple with the wet appendage, circling around it before bringing it into his mouth with an sultry suck. You gasped, hands tangling into his hair. He continued to lavish you with his lips and tongue, and when you pulled out his hair tie so you could run your fingers through his hair, he bit down on the top of your breast, causing you to shriek at the suddenness of it. He pulled back.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ you threaded your fingers to the base of his scalp, tugging harshly.

“Stop apologizing Kiri.” Your voice was stern. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something. But I’m not going to break.” He still looked unsure, so you tugged again, eliciting a small moan from him. (Hair pulling kink unlocked) “I mean it.” You swallowed, “Do whatever you want.” A choked sort of sound left him, and he kissed your lips again.

“You…” whatever he was going to say, he didn’t. He bit your bottom lip, the sharpness of his teeth caused a slight sting but it felt so good. Kirishima moved down your body again, littering bites and kisses wherever he went.

He crawled down the bed, stopping between your thighs. He sat up then, spreading you before him, staring at the apex of your thighs with a hungry expression.

“Anything I want?” A devious smile formed on his face. You nodded, for the first time a bit unsure. “You might regret sayin’ that, pebble.” He lifted a hand, using his quirk to harden his arm. Your heart was racing as he dragged a sharpened finger down your torso, not hard enough to draw blood, but strong enough to feel dangerous. He hooked his finger into your panties, quickly moving his hand to shred them off of you and expose you fully to the room. He deactivated his quirk, then removing the offending scraps off your body, lowered his head.

He bit your hip harshly, and you twitched at the feeling, legs immediately trying to close but he held you open with just one arm. He kissed the spot he bit, running his tongue over it to soothe the ache before moving to your thighs. He kissed and sucked the inner flesh there too, and you felt yourself clenching on nothing, the part of you he had exposed was yet to be touched and it was driving you insane.

“Kirishima please-“ you whined. He looked up at you, like you were disturbing him from enjoying himself. A switch had definitely been flipped at some point; where he had been eager to please, now you were his plaything.

“It’s Eijiro.” He said with another well timed bite.

“Eijiro! Please!” You begged again. He didn’t make you wait this time, bringing his face to where you wanted him most, he licked a long stripe up your folds.

“Delicious.” He muttered to himself before he began devouring you with a fervor. His tongue dove into your weeping heat, fucking you open with the thick appendage and you moaned, gripping his hair again like your life depended on it. This egged him on, as he brought a finger to your folds and pushed one inhumanly large digit inside you.

You were already so close, it was embarrassing. His tongue moved to your clit, circling around, writing out incantations that had you ready to cream any second. You managed, just barely, to look down at him. His cheeks were flushed, hair mangled by your hands and his eyes were burning into you with a sincerity you’d never seen before. He pushed another finger inside of you, scissoring and curling them to stretch you out, hitting your spot absolutely perfectly- and that was it. With a loud shriek you came, and he eagerly lapped up every bit of you, letting out a satisfied hum that vibrated your core. His fingers slowed their pace to work you through your orgasm, his tongue gently caressing you.

Out of breath, you tapped on his shoulders, trying to communicate to him that you wanted him to return to you. He understood and almost hesitantly, crawled back up your body, kissing you without a word, feeding your taste to you with his tongue.

“Eiji-“ you moaned into him “I need-“ again, he seemed to understand what you meant without words as he slithered out of his boxers, the weight of his manhood slapping against your thigh when he was freed. Your hands glided from his shoulders down the broad expanse of his back, raking your nails down his chest before you wrapped a hand around him.

He was thick. The thought of it had you drooling a little into his kiss. A small, inhuman sound left your lips when you dragged your hand up his length and felt the beads of pre already weeping from him. He broke the kiss with a moan, looking down to see your hand struggling to wrap fully around him while you angled yourself uncomfortably to try to pump him. He thrust into your hand, eyes practically rolling back before he stopped himself entirely.

“Hold on-“ he let out with a hiss before stopping your hand, grabbing it with his and pinning your arm next to your head, threading his fingers into yours. With his other hand he lined himself up with your entrance and slid up and down your slit, lubing himself with your slick.

It felt heavenly. The head of his cock kept barely catching on your entrance, then would move up and kiss your clit. You ground into him, trying and failing to just line him up with your core; though the feeling of him fucking your folds was pleasant, you wanted more.

“Slow down, pebble.” He moaned out into your neck, his voice like liquid velvet against your skin. “We’re gonna have to take it slow.” You wanted to protest, but even just the action of him rubbing against you was sending you toward another release. “Holy shit, are you gonna cum again for me, pretty girl?” Your eyes rolled into your head as your hips increased their pace, you thought you nodded but you couldn’t be too sure. There was something so primal about this experience. The need you felt for him was entirely animal. He chuckled darkly into you, then finally, agonizingly slowly, he began to push inside you.

The second his head made it past the first ring of muscle, you nearly blacked out. It was a stretch far beyond the familiar.

“F-fuck-“ he groaned, trying to keep going slowly but his hips were sputtering like he was trying to hold back.

“I told you-“ you angled your hips up to take another inch in- the stretch was incredible, “I’m not gonna break.”

You would one day wish that you could find the words to describe his expression, or the sound he made at your revelation, but you registered nothing as he lost complete control inside you. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself in at the hilt. There was no pain, just the immediate burst of pleasure you felt as he finally filled you. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling in his sheets while your knees squeezed his sides closer- like he could get any deeper.

“Y-y-you’re-“ he was stuttering, his every movement completely halted at the feeling of you pulsing around him. “Fuck it’s like you’re sucking me in-“ he pulled out agonizingly slowly before returning to you, thrusting tentatively at first before gaining confidence and speed.

His lips returned to yours, kissing you and refusing to separate any inch of himself from you. You were completely enveloped in his body, distantly experiencing the feeling of your damp skin clutching onto his. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands- they traveled from his hair to his shoulders to the sheets back up to his hair and you were sure that you could die in this moment and be completely fine. You were building up to something again, another gloriously dangerous crescendo that threatened to tear the fabric of your being apart.

“(Y/N)-“ he moaned into you, “I’m gonna- I can’t-“ his words were just as wrecked as you felt, and you nodded against his lips.

“It’s okay, Eiji. Let go.” You whispered the last part and he growled, pistoning his hips into you before there was a hitch in his movements, a moment where with a grunt, you felt a warmth spread through you. The feeling of being so intensely full, of being whole and still getting more finally sent you to your final release. Your head fell back, trying to bury itself in the sheets beneath you and as his movements sputtered and slowed he kissed your neck. He was grunting like the sound was being forced out of him, like he did whenever you were in a really tough battle and the thought sent heat over your body.

It was all too much.

Finally, the room seemed to still, the two of you were a collection of broken gasps and whimpers. He continued kissing your neck and face until you felt him soften and slip out of you. With a groan, he rolled himself away, leaving you stunned and a little cold.

You simply stared at the ceiling. The gentlemanly hero, Red Riot had just fucked you to the point that you saw stars at the edge of your vision. The thought made you smile. For a moment, you almost felt insecure that he left right afterwards until you heard a faucet in the distance.

Still catching your breath, you tried to drag your head to look at him when you heard his steps approach.

“How you feelin’, sweetheart?” He asked gently as he sat next to you, his massive form dipping the bed as you felt something warm and wet between your thighs. He was cleaning you up. Gentleman indeed.

He kissed you, rubbing the thumb of his unoccupied hand across the plane of your cheek. You smiled at him, kissing him again.

“Ethereal. You?” He chuckled into you, tossing the washcloth in the general direction of his hamper.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He laid himself down on his bed, opening his arms in an offer to cuddle and you obliged, not minding the fact that the two of you were still a little sticky with sweat. His arm pulled you into his side, draping your leg over him and holding you there while his other arm rested behind his head. For a few moments all you could hear was the heartbeat in his chest; strong, calm, dependable.

“Did you mean it?” You asked him. His thumb, which had been idly petting your thigh suddenly stopped and he looked down at you.

“Mean what, pebble?”

“When you said I’m all you think about.” It was embarrassing to even ask, it was probably just something said in the heat of the moment. Hawks was like that, he would say all sorts of things when you were in the bedroom and when you were done…

“Of course I did.” He responded without any hesitance. He was blushing when you looked up, which was insanely cute.

“For how long?” You bit your lip. It felt like you were digging your grave here, but you couldn’t help it.

“Dunno. Just sorta noticed one day that you’re all I notice.” He said this so casually, like it was just an irreprochable fact. “I uh… I was actually about to ask you out. You know, before we uh…” he trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m so glad it was you that got off that elevator.” You said, seriously. He let out a laugh before kissing you.

“Me too, pebble. Me too.” The kiss that followed started soft, but was starting to heat up as he rolled back over you, his hand cradling your face like you were precious. As your need started to reignite for him, you heard a loud slam.

“Oi, shitty hair! I brought dinner for your dumb ass.” The familiarly violent voice of Bakugo rang out through the apartment. Kirishima groaned into your neck, and you chuckled. “Why are all the pictures knocked down? What the fuck?” As the ferocious blonde started stomping towards his room, Kirishima reached for the covers on the bed, pulling them over you.

“I’m really sorry for what’s about to happen.” He said to you apologetically before rolling out of the bed with a groan. He pulled on his jeans with haste, still jumping trying to wrangle them on while he made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him gently. “I have company, bro! Chill out, you're gonna scare her.” Though he tried to whisper, the urgency in his tone caused his words to carry through the door.

“What the fuck kind of-“ Bakugo’s footsteps stopped. You continued to giggle. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Muttered conversation that was unclear reverberated through the space.

“I didn’t get enough food for a third.” You heard Bakugo yell towards the room, “So if you want to eat you’ll have to feed yourself.”

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Across the street, on a rooftop that was positioned perfectly to look into a certain Pro-Hero’s bedroom sat a blonde hero with wings crimson as blood and a heart shattered beyond repair. A feather gently floated toward him and he grabbed it, clenching it with all the rage he felt.

He had seen everything. Heard every word, every demented moan. She had never been like that with him.

Though Hawks knew the reason he lost her was his fault, he still felt she belonged to him. His eyes narrowed as he set off, flying high above the city, eyes burning. He wouldn’t lose. Not to him.

His resolve, crumbling as it was, still spilled fire through his veins. He would find a way to get her back, even if it meant hurting her again.

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mhathotfic · 8 months

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Does it count as fake dating if you’re actually dating the person but pretending to have an affair with them because your coworkers are nosy as hell and jumped to conclusions instead of putting 2 and 2 together?

Like you and Bakugou working in the same office and starting around the same time but different departments so when you talk about your partner, coworkers don’t have a face to put it to.

And the way both of you talk about domestic life paints a very different picture from how they know either of you to be. So when you’re leaving late one day and Bakugou is waiting outside for you everyone who saw you jumps to conclusions when you share a kiss before leaving together.

The next day you both get pulled aside and talked to about it separately and sharing the same senes of humor, you both go along with it then texted each other about what happened before agreeing it’d be hilarious to gaslight the office into believing you’re having an affair.

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #fake dating #?#fake affair #??#both #???#maybe

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don't think we ever talked about the kids from the movie, Mahoro and Katsuma. Can we have them loving Deku and Bakugo as a couple? and instead of calling them big bros they say those are our parents away from home whenever they are with them? Eri and Kota join in on it too and they start it all that Bakugo and Deku are dating regardless if they are actually together or with someone else or not they are kids latching onto two people who act like parents to them and im here for it. Eri thinking Bakugo is cheating if she sees him with the person he's actually with until it's explained to her cause she has the whole UA thinking they are cheating on eachother or something this little girl runs the school let me tell you haha love her love all the kids

omg right, we never got to talk about the kids here

i love this idea so much!!!! they would absolutely call them parents, bakudeku at 16 having 4 kids is so funny to mekdfkdf It's even funnier if we think that they are dating other people and the kids are just so confused, because WHY are you holding someone else's hand, WHY are you on a date with somebody that isn't our other dadlkflkf

but we can also think that bkdk are still not dating, but with the amount of times the kids call them parents or dad they start playing along, no, go ask your other father

or even if the kids question why dont you guys go on dates?? and they have no idea how to reply to that so they just pretend to go on a date and actually have fun ??

OR EVEN THEY START FAKE DATING TO PROTECT THE KIDS FEELINGS AND THEN START TO REALIZE THE FEELINGSKJXCJKCX

#fake dating is my favorite troupe can you tell #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugo katsuki #izuku midoriya #bnha #mha #rei replies

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bioplast-hero · 7 months

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Precarity

9k+ WIP • mature • dabihawks

Prince Hawks had never met the man he was to marry— not until they stood at the altar speaking their vows. When the priest told them to kiss, Touya whispered, “Don’t.” So he didn’t. All they had to do was fake it.

or: Hawks and Touya are writing the love story of a generation on a very public stage. It’s so convincing, even Hawks could believe it was real.

Ongoing wip!

[Read the fic on AO3]

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vizzy740 · 9 months

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He was beautiful like that.

Todoroki wasn’t always fine, when they first met, Katsuki had hated him.

Katsuki’d hated his power, even at half his potential, Todoroki was able to easily wipe out the competition, easily surpass Katsuki without giving one fuck about it. Emotionless in the face of his superiority.

Then they failed the provisional license exam, and things changed.

Katsuki dumped his feelings, he opened up, and Todoroki… Todoroki started acting all buddy-buddy. He called Katsuki his friend, not caring what Katsuki had to say on the matter.

It was annoying, but eventually it grew less grating, like Shitty Hair and the idiots.

But unlike them, they didn’t end up in this position.

“Thanks for dinner.” Todoroki, or Shouto, as he should really call him, says as he sits next to him on the couch. He leans against his side, even though it isn’t an armchair, and there’s enough space for him to sit comfortably with a good foot between them.

Katsuki hums in response, “You’re staying over, right?”

Shoto shrugs, “I guess so, I haven’t stayed overnight in a while. Yaoyorozu asked how things were going. I think she thought our fake relationship was going downhill. Though this couch is uncomfortable.”

He turns to look in Katsuki’s eyes. Katsuki returns the gesture, and it goes quiet for a second.

Soon after he’d finally debuted as a pro-hero, after he’d finally hired PR people, an annoying prerequisite to being a high-level public hero, he’d been told his image was too sharp, aggressive and angry, he didn’t appeal to most, he lacked most likeable aspects of his ‘archetype’, he was the bad boy that didn’t go to bars, the playboy that never brought anyone home. It didn’t fit.

‘All your rough exterior and rude personality seems to hide, is that you really really care about your work. You’re like a remake of Endeavor, but more… villain I suppose.” Was something that was said to him once, and restated in different words many other times.

To repair this ‘issue’ they decided to go for the most hair-brained scheme imaginable.

“Is there anyone you’d be comfortable getting into a fake relationship with?” His PR lady had asked him once. “You could just handle it like a normal relationship, not say anything to the public, just bring someone along to certain events, you don’t even have to say you’re dating them, just be… a bit nicer to them than you would be to other people, hang out with them in private, between only you two. At least that, which isn’t a lot.”

Katsuki agreed to it because it meant his advertisement deals would be better, because it turned out most money that heroes make isn’t their actual salaries, but cuts for appearing in commercials.

Fucking stupid.

Around the same time, Shoto complained about getting too many romantic fan letters, a problem for every young, heartthrob hero and basically no one else. Katsuki answered by complaining about his own PR team and their insistence that he get in a relationship, and Shoto replied that he’d do it.

And now they’re here, a few months later, in Katsuki’s apartment together.

“Could I sleep with you?” Shoto asks.

“Do you know what the fuck you just said?” Katsuki replies back, because even now, two years after UA, Shoto still doesn’t understand some elements of informal language, mostly in more… faux pas contexts but still.

It takes Shoto a second to realize, “Oh, no, I wasn’t saying we should have sex. I was asking if we could share your bed, you said it was a double, right?”

“Yeah.” Katsuki replies. “Sure, you can sleep on it with me.”

“Good.”

They both stand up and walk to Katsuki’s bedroom. Neither of them say anything, and it’s comfortable. Ever since their second year in UA it’s always been comfortable, when it’s just the two of them.

Todoroki comes with him to hero galas and every other press event, to keep up the charade, but it isn’t grating, he stands by his side, he’s someone Katsuki wants to be around, and stays with him as he’s tossed between reporters that go between political to vapid in a second.

“Do you have anything I can wear?” Shoto asks.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replied easily, then told him where he stowed his clothes.

He walks out, probably out to take a shower before sleeping.

Katsuki looks back to the bed. He’s got enough pillows to make a wall between them, but it’s too much effort. He doesn’t care if they get tangled up together in the night. Todoroki won’t say anything about it.

Shoto returned, his wet hair had fallen limply over his face, his left side taking on a darker shade of red, more crimson than usual, contrasting even more with his white hair.

He chose to wear one of Katsuki skull t-shirts and black sweatpants. The clothes didn’t fit as well on him, the former a bit too wide and the latter a bit too short.

They laid down, and fell asleep.

Katsuki opened his eyes to Shoto with his arms around him. He was still asleep, like he usually woke up later in the mornings than Katsuki.

Katsuki tried to move away, but Todoroki tightened his hold. Katsuki sighed. He had the day off today, he could stay in bed and wait for Todoroki to wake up, but if it took too long, he would definitely get him up.

As he laid in his arms, Katsuki felt Todoroki’s breath rise and fall. He looked mostly the same as when he was awake, his face still mostly emotionless. His hair was a bit more tousled, the red and the white mixing together. His limbs were a bit more limp, but not by much.

As he waited for Shoto to finally get up, Katsuki carefully moved a few strands of his hair around, back with their respective color, then he ruffled it up again, it looked better messy.

He was beautiful like that.

-Catcity

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missyaess · 1 year

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Maybe Meant To Be - Fake Dating - pt.1

pt.2 pt.3

Katsuki bakugo x Jealous Reader x Midoriya Izuku

You were all training together when the familiar uncomfortable feeling made its way in your stomach.Uraraka was a great friend of yours,always has been.Still,you couldn’t help but get angry at the way she was standing so close to your crush during sparring.Especially with the way you knew she used to have a crush on him for a few months at the start of the year.You knew it was childish so you never said it out loud,but you didn’t need to with the way you were staring daggers at the poor girl.Noticing this,Mina put a hand on your shoulder.

-Uh oh, we might find a certain floaty girl murdered tonight in her bed.

At this you scoffed and removed her hand from your shoulder.

-Stop it.

You weren’t mad at Mina,she was just trying to help.But you were so on edge you could just blow up any minute.You’ve been staring too long that Uraraka noticed you and she smiled nervously with a hand on her neck.You smiled back but dropped it instantly as she removed her gaze from yours.You honestly felt horrible but still couldn’t help it.

-I honestly don’t get you two.

Mina said as she gestured between you and Bakugo who was uncharacteristically laughing at something Uraraka said.You huffed and averted your gaze to Mina.

-What do you mean?

She laughed and pulled you closer as you two started walking away from the scene to somewhere more secluded.

-You two are always competing yet somehow you have a soft spot for each other.

You blushed and smiled at her comment.That was true and you loved your relationship the way it was.You both challenged and brought out the best in each other.You studied and fought harder just to beat Bakugo.

You were smiling to yourself when you heard a laughter and you found yourself brought back to reality.Uraraka was laughing at something Bakugo said like he was the funniest guy alive.A scowl started to form on your face.

-Hey Y/N!

You didn’t even notice Midoriya approach you two.He waved a hand in front of your face to break you out of your trance and smiled kindly.That’s what you loved about Izuku Midoriya,he had the kindest smile.

-Hi Izuku.You done for the day?

-Yeah, i was wondering if you guys wanted to study together for the test coming up.

As you talked about the upcoming tests and exams and more school stuff,you forgot all about Bakugo and Uraraka.You were thankful to Midoriya for the distraction.

-Okay,I’ll see you later then.

As Midoriya left with that,Aizawa announced that the training session was over.You all went to your dorms and after you took a shower you lied down on your bed,scrolling through your phone.That’s when you saw it.

Uraraka had posted a picture of your crush with the caption ‘best teammate!!’and he was smiling in the picture.He was smiling?He didn’t usually smile to his friends.You couldn’t help the growing feeling of jealousy in your stomach.Your heart dropped when you saw Bakugo liked it.This was it.They were going to date and you would die alone.Oh god,why was this happening to you?Tears started forming in your eyes but you blinked them away.You weren’t going to cry because of something like this.You just needed a distraction.As you were about to call Mina she called you first.

-Y/N DID YOU SEE WHAT URARAKA POST-

-Yeah I did,don’t remind me please.

-Girl are you okay?I can come over if you want.

-Actually that would be great,thanks.

You hung up and as you waited for Mina,you opened up the post again.Were they dating?Did Uraraka confess and he returned his feelings?You hoped this was just their way of showing their friendship and nothing more.As you were lost in thought someone knocked on your door.Thank god Mina’s finally here.

You jumped out your bed and went to open the door.When you opened the door it was not who you were expecting.

-Midoriya?What are you doing here?

The shy boy scratched his neck.

-I needed to talk to you.

-Oh,is there something wrong?

-Well,kinda.

He mumbled something’s to himself while you invited him by stepping away.Sitting on your bed you invited him near you.

-Look,I kinda noticed the way you look at and act around Kacchan and I think you like him.

You were full on panicking mode.If the most oblivious boy ever knew,everybody could figure it out!Were you that obvious?

-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about I don’t-

-It’s fine!I like Uraraka-chan.

He cut you off uncharacteristically.You were shocked at his confession.Of course you noticed,but why was he saying these things to you?

-Oh…I’m confused Midoriya.

-I’m sure you saw the post she posted…With Kacchan.

-Yeah…Are you okay?

-Same as you I guess…No.

You both stayed in awkward silence for a while before there was another knock on your door.

-Oh,were you expecting someone?

-It’s just Mina.You can stay if you want.

-If it’s not a problem I’d like to stay.

He smiled and your heart warmed at his smile.He was such a sweet boy.

As you both filled Mina in on everything,she had this mischievous smirk on her face.

-Why are you so happy about our tragedy again?

You asked as Mina put her arm around you.

-Because, my dear friend, I have an idea.That involves the both of you,Uraraka-Chan And Bakugo.

Midoriya and you looked at each other before looking back at Mina.

-What is it?

-You two should date each other.

-WHAT?

You both said in unison,Midoriya getting redder by the second.You were not much better.

-Not like that dummies!Fake dating,to get Bakugo and Uraraka jealous!

-But…would that work?

Midoriya’s question surprised you.Was he really willing to do this?Then again,weren’t you?What did you have to lose?

-Look,I think they both have a thing for you but I don’t know what’s going on between them either.Let’s try this and find out,plus wouldn’t it be fun?

You talked about the plan for an hour before Mina decided it was time for her to leave and you were left alone with Midoriya.

-So…we’re really doing this huh?

You asked to break the silence.

-Yeah…You want to right?

-Of course!Even if it fails we won’t lose anything.Right?

-Yes,of course.

Midoriya got up slowly clearing his throat.

-I better leave too.See you tomorrow.

-Yeah,see you.

You knew what Midoriya said meant more than I’ll see you tomorrow in class.It meant we’ll be dating from now on.And you were really excited to see how things would play out.

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tak1e · 1 year

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thinking abt prohero!dynamight who is in the process of being nagged at by his fucking PR (again) about how to improve his public image (re:again). he honestly couldn’t give less of a shit, he was here to save people. to fight the bad guys. when he decided his life’s goal was to be a hero, be number 1, he didn’t take this into account. he was still as determined as ever to reach the top and stay there, but there were so many extra steps he wasn’t aware of. didn’t care for.

“god, he’s not even listening” someone groaned, dragging a hand down their face. another snapped their fingers at him. lead of the PR team. he thinks.

“Dynamight. focus up, please. I’m not going to repeat this.” his eyes narrowed but his ears were alert. he would listen. “you have one week to find someone to date you publicly.”

what.

the look on his face must’ve said everything because after a beat the person spoke again. “all of us here agree that finding a romantic partner - whether just for public eye or not, we don’t care - would do you well in your ranking. showing another softer side would make fans sympathize with you more and assist with the more … negative views of your heroism.”

Katsuki scowled. he didn’t do soft. he was katsuki fucking bakugou, soon to be number one hero in japan - in the world. but he also knew when his PR team spoke up and gave him a deadline he had to comply. wasn’t allowed to disagree. he’d tried before.

a few more minutes went by with mindless agreement of his arrangement. he would have to find someone to pretend to court him or whatever. because like hell was he going to force himself on blind dates until he fell in love in under a week. he would fall in love right. slowly. and under his own terms.

katsuki pushed open the door to the meeting room silently, ready to go back to his desk and finish his stupid ass paperwork so he could get back out there.

there seemed to be a commotion though in the office space. and when red eyes fell on big, wide, green ones, he was almost sure his heart had plummeted past his stomach and out his ass.

how else was katsuki supposed to react seeing izuku midoriya, his childhood friend turned enemy turned rival turned what are we? turned agency assigned partner turned fuck you im leaving for america for five years and not telling you shit and hey by the way i’m back now??

what the fuck.

#no beta we die like men #no beta read #bakudeku #bkdk #bnha #mha #drabble #fake dating #pro hero au #pro hero bkdk #pro hero bakudeku #aged up #idk what this is #i’ve had this idea for a bit #don’t expect much else lolol #unless u wanna send me some tips on ko fi #just saying 👀👀👀#tak1e writes #cold summers and warm winters

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act like you like me

(part two)

part one … part three

“sorry,” you shifted in the booth, “i’m nervous.”

he sighed. bakugo had messaged you last week about going on a double date with red riot and his boyfriend. you had happily agreed, totally fangirling.

“i don’t want to disappoint them,” you mumbled, adjusting your dress.

“just sit still and look pretty,” bakugo said. “you’ll be fine.”

you couldn’t even form a witty comeback, still squirming in your seat. your stomach was twisted in knots.

"bakugo!" you immediately recognized the voice.

"shitty hair," bakugo grinned, standing up from the booth. you smiled at the red headed hero and the hot blonde on his arm.

red riot smiled at you, "i'm glad i finally get to meet you."

you smiled, "the pleasure is all mine, red riot."

"kirishima," he replied, flashing his pointy teeth. "and this is my boyfriend, dylan."

the blonde beamed at you, "i've seen you in the news."

you laughed, "i've seen you as well." you remebered when kirishima and the model started dating, the positive and negative coments in the media.

"only my best angles, i hope," dylan smiled. you liked him.

bakugo and kirishima broke off into their own conversation.

“i loved you and bakugo at the go kart track,” dylan giggled, nursing a glass of something you couldn’t pronounce.

“god, that was two weeks ago,” you covered your face with your hands, “and it’s still being shared.”

“it’s cute!” dylan insisted. “pro heroes, they get yelled at by their partners just like us.” you smiled. “enough chit chat, we should dance!”

the thumping of the music had gotten progressively louder through the night. you played with the edge of your glass, admiring the lipstick smudge. god, when was the last time you were in a club? especially one for pro heroes and famous models.

you moved to tap bakugo on the shoulder as he turned to you, your faces much closer than you expected, “i’m going dancing with dylan,” you said. he nodded.

dylan grabbed your hand, pulling you into the crowd of bodies.

…

MODEL DYLAN RYLANT AND DYNAMIGHT’S GIRLFRIEND SPOTTED AT THE CLUB

DOUBLE DATE!! DYNAMIGHT AND RED RIOT TOGETHER WITH PARTNERS

DYNAMIGHT’S FRISKY NIGHT WITH GIRLFRIEND

you clicked on the last article, eyes drawn to the paparazzi pic of you on bakugo’s arm leaving the club, the hair you worked so hard on a terrible mess.

“pro hero dynamight was spotted leaving guy’s social club with his girlfriend alongside red riot and partner dylan rylant.” you continued to read, “fans were quickly drawn to a blurry picture of what seems like an intimate moment.”

another paparazzi picture. this one was from a phone camera, and showed your face centimeters from bakugo’s. your stomach twisted.

“bakugo and his girlfriend have yet to lay on the pda, but fans are hoping this is just the beginning of hot moments caught on camera.”

you scrolled through the comments; most positive. one in particular caught your eye, “couple of the year!! love them so much! love seeing this side of dynamight, he’s not a total ass lol”

you smiled and leaned back against the bakery counter, already thinking of what snarky comment to include when you sent the link to bakugo.

...

"see you, monday!" you smiled at your favorite customer. he came every saturday evening and bought crossiants and donuts for his family to enjoy sunday morning. his wife liked the berry crossiant with extra berries, he picked a ham and cheese crossiant, and he always got his sons donuts with sprinkles. last year, you made his twin sons an 8th birthday croquembouche with donut holes instead of cream puffs.

your reminiscing was interrupted by a call from dylan. "hey, wh-"

“where are you?” he said, sounding out of breath.

“at the bakery. what’s wrong?” you asked, quickly becoming concerned.

“your address was leaked, i just saw it-”

“what do- how? i-“

“i don't think you should be at the bakery right now. shit, i have to go. please be safe.” he hung up.

you pushed yourself off the counter, heading for the back room, already dialing bakugo, like an instinct you didn’t know you had.

the hero picked up on the third ring, “i’m at work, what-“

“dylan just called and said that my address was leaked and i don’t know what to do and-“

you heard him curse under his breath, “i’ll be there in a minute.”

“i don’t even know if it’s true or how he knows or-“

“calm down and stay in the back. i’ll be there soon.” bakugo hung up, leaving you feeling worse than before.

a quick search confirmed what dylan said; there was a whole thread of people talking about you, your real full name, where you lived, speculating how you spent your free time above the old bakery you worked at and why you dropped out of college. everything private that all might said he'd protect.

EVERY LIE DYNAMIGHT FED US ABOUT HIS GIRLFRIEND

you wanted to cry and scream and throw up. you were just looking at positive articles talking about how cute you and bakugo were last week.

you were too focused on the “leaked” picture of you walking into the bakery late one night, bakugo’s car in the background, to notice the pro hero stomping into the kitchen.

bakugo ripped your phone out of your hand. “we’re leaving.”

“this is my job,” you replied. “i can’t just leave.”

“that extra can fill in,” bakugo gestured to the high schooler playing on his phone in front of the oven.

“i-“

the entire building was filled with the sound of the bell on the counter being pounded over and over. “helloooo, is anyone here? i’m looking for bakugo’s girlfriend.”

you groaned. “i think me staying here would be worse. i’ll go talk to mr matsura and explain why you’ll be at the counter today, ichiro.”

hearing his name, the boy looked up from his phone, sputtering, “no, this is your mess. i’m not dealing with it. i don’t even-“

“oi! don’t fuckin talk to her like that,” bakugo barked, eyes locked on the poor kid. “no one gives a shit about your excuses, just do your damn job.”

the poor boy was terrified, eyes wide and a trembling frown. ichiro nodded and left, heading out to the woman still banging on the counter.

“that was really nice,” you frowned up at bakugo. “what’s wrong with you?”

“can’t even stick up for my damn girlfriend,” he mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.

“thank you for sticking up for your poor damn girlfriend,” you put a hand on his arm. it felt like the perfect moment to peck him on the cheek, but you weren’t really his girlfriend and there weren’t any cameras to catch the moment, so really, there was no excuse for it. “i’m going to talk to mr matsura. help yourself to the fruit bars you like. i’ll be back in a minute.”

you walked over to your boss’s office door, knocking before letting yourself in. “good afternoon, sir. i am-“

the older man narrowed his eyes at you, “if you wouldn’t be a pain in the ass to replace, i’d fire you.”

you opened your mouth to speak, but he wasn’t done.

“at first i thought you dating that chump might be good for business. but you lied about where you worked, like anyone would believe you worked at a private financial firm,” you frowned at his insult, “and now it’s blown up in your face. take the rest of the day off. you better be here monday with all this mess cleaned up.”

“thank you, sir,” you bowed your head and slipped out the door. somehow the conversation had gone better and worse than you expected. you didn’t really peg your boss as the type of guy who read about who the pros were dating, but maybe you were wrong.

bakugo was not in the kitchen where you’d left him. he was not by the rack with the fruit bars. and he certainly was not the type to go talk to the lady asking ichiro for an interview about “the hero’s whore” (way harsh). to the boy’s credit, he kept his mouth closed.

you heard the thumping of his boots above your head and rolled your eyes. what a gentleman. you took the stairs by twos.

“why are you up here?” you asked, rounding the corner into your open bedroom. “holy shit.”

bakugo stood in front of your window, a giant crack spiderwebbing across the glass. “i heard a noise. maybe a rock.”

“oh my god,” hysteria wound it’s way up your throat. “they’re trying to kill me.”

“we’re leaving. get your shit. you’ll stay the night with me.”

you ignored him, rushing to draw the curtains on each window in your apartment. you weren’t sure if it would help, but it seemed like something.

by the time you got back into your bedroom, bakugo was picking through your closet, shoving things into a backpack he plucked off a hook.

he must have felt bad for you, for he softened just a bit, “i’ll call someone i know who sets up security systems, tomorrow. your window can be fixed too.”

“i don’t know if-“

please, just trust me.” he held out the partially stuffed backpack, gripping the strap with white knuckles.

“okay,” you replied quietly, taking the bag. you left out the back door ten minutes later, your stuffed backpack slung over bakugo’s shoulder.

…

you were quiet on the drive to bakugo’s apartment. there was too much to think about. you had texted dylan, updating him on what happened and asking for advice.

bakugo pulled into a big garage and turned off his car, sitting in the silence for a few seconds.

you wanted to reach out and touch his face, pull on the scowl he’d been wearing the whole day.

he turned, his red eyes catching on your face. “what are you staring at?”

“that ugly snarl ruining your pretty face,” you quipped back.

bakugo scowled deeper as you smiled. “whatever,” he grumbled as he got of his car, slamming the door behind him. bakugo led you from his private garage into the elevator and up the eleven floors to his apartment.

you held your tongue as he unlocked the front door. you couldn’t even imagine how luxurious his apartment must be. you slipped off your shoes, stepped inside, and frowned.

“be careful, you’ll get frown lines,” bakugo snarled as you frowned at his small apartment.

“are you sure we’re in the right place?” you asked, ignoring his comment. “this is tiny.”

“two bedrooms, one and a half bath,” he shrugged.

“you’re one of the most famous heroes in the world,” you gaped. “why do you only have one shower?”

bakugo looked at you like you were stupid, “why would i need more than one?”

“i… don’t know,” you frowned. “i guess i’m just used to people flaunting their wealth.” you looked around at the minimalist apartment; open floor plan with hardwood floor and eggshell walls, two rooms tucked off from the main space, a big kitchen with a bar, a tv propped on a quaint table in front of a sagging couch.

bakugo shrugged and walked off, your bag still on his back. “you can sleep in here. i’ll get new sheets.”

you followed him into the second bedroom. a bed was tucked in the corner, most of the room overtaken by a treadmill and an exercise bike and other miscellanous things shoved against the wall.

he must have noticed your gaze, he added, “i can move that shit if it bothers you.”

“no, it’s okay. i don’t mind.”

bakugo placed your backpack on the floor and left the room for a second before coming back with pale orange bed sheets. you stood there and watched as he stretched the thin cotton over the bed, the muscles in arms straining against his black tshirt. he stood up turning back towards you, pulling his buzzing phone out of his pocket. “all might’s loosing his fucking mind.” you nodded and he left you in the bedroom by yourself.

you dumped the backpack out on the bed, immediately giggling at what bakugo had packed at the bottom; a short black dress, black sneakers, black jeans, and a black tank top. he wanted you to match him, apparently. tucked at the very bottom of your bag were your bright pink, fuzzy pig slippers. you nearly squealed.

your excitement was quickly overshadowed by bakugo slamming his fist on the wall outside the apartment and yelling something you couldn’t quite make out.

you tip toed outside your room, trying to snoop become more aware of your surroundings.

bakugo’s bedroom was beside yours, the door closed. you opened the door slightly, peering in through the crack. immediately you slammed your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. you opened the door wider, eyeing the bookshelf full of all might collectibles. magazines, books, action figures, soda cans; they were all there. holy shit.

“what are you doing?” bakugo barked, having snuck in after his intense call with all might.

you stepped back from the room, your eyes going wide, “sorry. i was looking for the bathroom.”

the corner of his mouth ticked up. he pointed to an open door on the other side of your room, obviously the bathroom. “bathroom’s right there.”

"got it. thanks." you wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. you quickly walked to the bathroom, sitting down on top of the toliet seat. you stayed there, knees tucked against your chest.

so much had happened recently. you met dylan only a week ago. you hadn’t even been dating bakugo for two full months. you were thrust into the spotlight and quite honestly, you should have expected it. what did you think was going to happen, everyone would love you and be perfectly content to respect your privacy?

you had to give yourself credit. you were handling it all super fucking amazingly. look at you, sitting in bakugo’s guest bathroom, completely composed even though your deepest darkest secrets were probably out there, floating on the web, and your address getting leaked was only the tip of the iceberg.

you were fine. you would be fine.

bakugo turned on the tv in the living room, flipping over to the news. you could hear through the walls. he would settle on a channel and then change it a minute later. it was obnoxious. he wouldn’t even listen to a fully story.

you opened the door as soon as you heard your name from the anchor, “wait, stop.”

bakugo barely spared you a glance before changing the channel.

“no, go back to that last one.” bakugo flipped to the next station. “can you please go back?”

he sighed loudly, going back to the channel talking about you. you caught the end of what they were saying.

“…was kicked out of ivy university’s hero costume design program and started working at sweetie’s bake house last year.”

another anchor jumped in, “dynamight works for all might’s agency, which has a history of working to protect the privacy of their heroes. concealing where she worked and her full name kept her safe. look what happened.”

“the agency’s statement claimed she had a different job, different background, and name. can we even trust that they’re actually dating?”

jesus. they were having a fucking round table about you on air. and they were right.

“also, look at who they keep as company. can we even be sure she’s actually a girl?” one of them laughed.

“turn it off,” you said quietly. but bakugo had already powered off the tv by the time you finished. you caught his red eyes focused on your face.

“hero suit designer, eh?” bakugo drew your attention to him.

you narrowed your eyes at him, “yeah, wanna hear my advice? throw away those ugly ass gauntlets.”

he barked out a laugh.

you took his laugh as an invitation to join him on the couch. so you did, sitting on the far opposite end, over two feet of space between the two of you. you frowned at the pile of folders sitting on the coffee table, “work on a saturday evening?” anything to not have to talk about what just happened on tv.

“yeah,” he grunted, pulling the stack onto his lap. “i’m already behind on incident reports and i have to complete my property damage assessment for the quarter and someone needed rescuing in the middle of my paperwork.”

you sighed dramatically, tossing your hand over your forehead, “o wise one, great lord katsuki, how can i ever repay you for rescuing me, a poor damsel in distress?” he gave you a dirty look. you dropped the act, “i can help you with your paperwork. what is it? signing your name on the line?” you took the folder off the top of the stack. “i’m sure i can forge your name-“

bakugo ripped the paper from you, snarling. “don’t fucking touch my shit.”

you quieted, pulling back your hand, “i’m sorry. i didn’t… sorry.”

he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, staying silent.

you quietly asked, “is there anyway i can help? proofreading reports or anything? i feel bad for putting you even further behind.”

the sun had begun to set, the lack of light in the room accentuating the dark circles under his eyes, the scar running down his left cheek. he stayed quiet, eyes focused on the papers in his lap.

you stood up from the couch, slipping back into the room you were using. you pulled your phone out of your pocket, noticing a hundred missed texts from dylan. you called and he picked up on the first ring.

“hi, how are you? where are you? are you safe?”

you smiled, “hi, dylan. i’m at bakugo’s apartment.”

“thank god. i’m sorry this is happening to you.”

“it’s not your fault,” you replied, picking at the orange blanket bakugo had laid across the bed. “this would have happened eventually.”

“it still sucks. i’m really sorry,” dylan sighed.

“it does suck. just a couple days ago i was a hero who somehow had clawed my way into the heart of stone cold bakugo and now i’m college dropout fraud.” the irony wasn’t lost on you. you were a fraud. you hadn’t unlocked bakugo’s heart, you’d clumsily fallen into his wallet.

“the media is ridiculously dramatic about everything. post a cute picture and they’ll forget all about this,” dylan replied.

“i don’t know. my work-“

“eiji, baby, i’m a genius!” dylan yelled. “i’ve had a wonderful idea. i’ll call you back tomorrow. and hey, i’ve had the terrible pleasure of knowing bakugo since eiji and i started dating and i know he’s a pain in the ass and i know he’s probably being mean to you about all of this stupid shit, but i also know that he cares for you and his piss poor attitude is him trying to show you that. i’ll have eiji kick him in the ass if you want me to, mkay? i’ll talk to you later, doll! call me if you need anything!”

“bye, i- you already hung up.” dylan was a fever dream. an addictive, confusing, amazing fever dream.

there was a knock on your door and bakugo let himself in.

he stood in the doorway, his shoulders somehow taking up the entire width. his red eyes were on you, so intense you wanted to curl in on yourself. “was that dylan?”

you nodded.

bakugo swallowed and you watched his throat bob. “i’m…” he swallowed again, “sorry.”

you blinked.

“i’m sorry for snapping at you.” he clinched his fists, like this was physically painful for him.

“it’s okay,” you replied, turning your face from him if just to relieve yourself from the burning of his gaze.

“no, you had a fuckin’ shit day and i made it worse and i am sorry.”

you turned back to him, still not wanting to meet his fiery eyes, instead focusing on the sharp lines of his jaw, the soft slope of his neck, the small huff of his breath, the small scar by his temple that you’d never noticed until now. “thank you.” your eyes flicked up to his and he visibly relaxed, his shoulders loosening and his jaw unclenching.

“did you want the money to go back to school?” he asked softly, as if he was scared to break the peace he just built.

“yes, but i also wanted a super hot pro hero boyfriend,” you bit down on your smile. “i secretly like the attention.”

the corner of bakugo’s mouth quirked up, “you think i’m super hot?”

“no, i’m using you to get to eraser head,” you taunted.

bakugo scoffed, “he’s old and ugly, been that way for years.”

you gasped, “take that back! i had his hero card framed and on my nightstand all throughout high school.”

bakugo laughed, his grin a devilish sight. “you never had my rookie hero card framed?”

“never even bought it,” you puffed out your chest.

“jesus woman, you’re killin’ me,” bakugo rolled his eyes, leaning back against the door frame.

“i haven’t even told you the best part,” you grinned. “i do have a hero card from your ua class; a signed shoto rookie card i payed a shit ton for.”

bakugo snarled, showing those pretty white canines, “yer just being fuckin mean, now.”

“obviously i liked the quiet, broody types,” you said, trying to contain your giggle.

bakugo looked like he was about to say something, but decided not to. he shook he head and walked out of your room. “whatever. are you hungry?”

you followed him into the kitchen, plopping down on a barstool. “i could eat.” you watched him move around the kitchen, his muscles slowly loosening, the stress in his face lightening. bakugo was loud and rambunctious and often overwhelming, but he had this grace and softness and fluidity that peeked through when you were looking hard enough.

“admiring the view?” bakugo smirked, saucepan in hand.

you blinked, startled out of your trance. you eyes had drifted to his chest, the fabric of his black shirt stretching over his pecs. “i am. thinking about how your hero costume should show more side boob.”

he hummed, “maybe i should get you a job in the costume department at the agency.”

“you have your own costume department? don’t most agencies just order from big brands?”

“it’s plus ultra, we have our own everything,” bakugo responded, tossing something else into the pan.

“plus ultra is such a dorky name for a hero agency.” you tilted your head, “why haven’t you and deku made your own agency yet?”

“running an agency is more paperwork than helping people. all might does the shit i don’t want to do,” he shrugged, dumping the contents of the pan onto plates.

“mhm, that’s why you came home with a giant stack of paperwork,” you raised an eyebrow. you knew better than to push him anymore, so you changed the subject. “where did you learn how to cook?”

“my mom,” he responded. “the old hag taught me to be good with a knife first, then flavor, and by then i liked it enough to keep cooking.” he slid a dish of pasta across the bar to you.

“thank you. you know, being good at cooking and high intelligence are deeply interlinked,” you said. you twisted up a bite of the pasta, knowing it would be delicious just from the heavenly smells. “you’re adaptable, make quick decisions, scrappy; all traits of a good chef and hero.”

“you bake, it’s the same as cooking.”

“baking is all about control, getting all the right measurements and techniques. it’s logical and straightforward. not like cooking at all. i’m a terrible cook,” you admitted.

“it’s not hard,” bakugo frowned.

“i wish i could make food that tastes this good,” you hummed, shoveling pasta into your mouth. he gave you his look of amused disgust, “sorry, i haven’t eaten all day.”

he smirked, pushing more pasta from the pan onto your plate, “eat up, princess.”

…

katsuki had told you he was going to bed 30 minutes ago. he had lied.

the day had been total shit. he wasn’t even sure why the media was so upset with you, but he was pissed about it. he was pissed about many things. but most of all, he was pissed about the folder sitting in front of him. the folder he had ripped out of your hands just a few hours ago.

he had known what was inside of that folder, who had dropped it off on his desk, who was getting fired on monday.

the folder sat open on his bed as he stared down at the paper inside of it. total fucking bullshit. he hated the press people at all might’s agency. he hated every one of his actions being picked over by a group of extras, predicting how it would effect his popularity polls, his hero ranking.

they were the ones who had pushed bakugo into your little agreement and now they were the ones wanting him to break it off.

he didn’t give a shit that his popularity poll had dropped by 2.3% today. he didn’t give a shit that you had “served her purpose” and were “dead weight now.”

couldn’t they see what a breath of fresh air you were? how his incident response satisfaction rating had increased by 14% since you two had started dating? that his popularity polls had been better than deku’s for the past month?

they had ate that shit up last week. you were an accessory to them, bakugo had realized. you were to be worn on his arm when they pleased and thrown away when they found something better, a new way to boost his ratings.

they even had included a goddamn breakup press statement in the folder. you had dropped out of college, not killed the fucking emperor.

bakugo picked up his phone, mulling over dylan’s text.

dylan (kiri): had a great idea on how to cheer up ur girlfriend. you haven’t been to our poker nights in sooo long and i think she would like meeting all ur friends. i can even post a cute pic of u the world will go crazy over. we have a private room at the club so it’ll be totally safe. it can be a cute lil date!!!

he replied, a short and sweet “k.”

dylan (kiri): yay!!!! i’ll bring the booze n the friends, you bring the hottie

dylan (kiri): hottie meaning ur girlfriend

dylan (kiri): i know u struggle connecting the dots sometimes xox

bakugo rolled his eyes and tossed his phone back on his bed, picking up the shitty documents inside the folder.

he ripped them up, dropping the shredded paper into the toliet bowl, flushing it down the pipes.

fuck it. he still had a month and a half left with you, whether his shitty pr team liked it or not.

…

“good morning, grumpy pants. you’re looking soft and cuddly this morning,” you smiled at a sulking bakugo standing in the kitchen as you slid out of your bedroom.

“it’s almost noon,” he grumbled, pushing a plate of eggs and rice across the bar.

“i was tired,” you shrugged, nibbling on a cold chunk of scrambled egg. “can you microwave this for like a minute?” bakugo gave you the strangest look. “why are you looking at me like that? it’s cold.”

“if you woke up at a reasonable time, it would have been warm.” bakugo crossed his arms over his chest, wearing his typical black tshirt and pants. “i don’t have a microwave, shitters cause cancer.”

you rolled your eyes, “jesus, you are such an old man. microwaves are safe, i’ve been using them my whole life.”

he raised a blond eyebrow, “maybe that explains the college dropout thing.”

your jaw dropped, “that was so mean! i dropped out because i was broke and they were going to kick me out if i couldn’t pay, not because i’m stupid.” you pouted, shoving his plate of food back towards him. “i think i liked it better when you ignored me.”

the corner of his mouth ticked up. goddamn his stupidly cute little smile. “sure.” bakugo slid the food of your plate into a pan, placing it back atop the stove. his back was to you, his massive shoulders blocking the entire stove hood vent from view.

“anything exciting in the paper today?” you ask, reaching for it across the countertop. “i would read it, but i can’t read. dropped out of college, remember?” you heard bakugo’s scoff smirk and smiled. “anything about me?”

he turned back around, sliding the pile of steaming rice back onto your plate. “i think they’ve forgotten all about your college scandal, princess.”

you took a bite of the food, nearly burning your mouth. “mmmmnghff, ‘eally? il yam uz ight” bakugo waited for you to swallow and translate. “i said “dylan was right.” he told me the whole thing would blow over soon. now i just have to take care of my address leak.”

bakugo leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. you hated that his arms looked so good when he did that. “i called a security company this morning, they can install a system by wednesday.”

your eyes widened, “thank you, katsuki. i appreciate that.”

he nodded. “you’ll be staying with me until it’s set up.”

“what?” you frowned, “i have work tomorrow. all my stuff is in my apartment, my clothes, my-“

“i packed you clothes.”

“you packed me a mini dress and pig slippers, bakugo.”

he looked at you, his pretty face completely neutral, “yeah, that’s what you wear.”

you couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing. “oh my god, katsuki. you’re too cute.” the look on his face told you he didn’t understand what you thought was so funny. you gestured to the clothes you were still wearing from the day before, your long sleeve bakery shirt and jeans.

he scoffed, “fine. we can stop by your apartment and pick up a few things.”

you cocked your head, “and you’re going to take me to work tomorrow morning?”

he nodded, “it’s on the way to the agency.”

you shrugged, “okay. thank you for breakfast.”

bakugo took your empty plate, dumping it in the sink. “i am taking you somewhere tonight.”

“you’re taking me somewhere? where?”

“secret.”

you raised an eyebrow, “it’s a surprise?” bakugo nodded. “is there a dress code?” you frowned, “will there be paparazzi?”

he shook his head, “no, you’ll be fine.”

you sighed out of relief. “i’m excited. will you tell me where we’re going? have i been there before?”

bakugo grunted, pushing himself off the counter, “i’m not telling you.”

“is it like a date or…? don’t walk away from me! are you taking me on a super secret surprise date, bakugo katsuki?” you giggled as he slammed his bedroom door in your face. “are you sure all might didn’t put you up to this?” you yelled through his door.

“shut up.”

you laughed, walking the few steps over to the bedroom that’d be yours for a bit longer than expected.

…

“we have to leave in an hour,” bakugo said, plopping down on the only chair in your entire apartment.

“i’ll hurry,” you promised, slipping into your bedroom. your first stop was the shower and you couldn’t forget to pack your nice soaps for your brief stay at hotel bakugo.

you had made sure you packed the black dress bakugo had picked out so you could change into it after your shower. bakugo was wearing a dress shirt, so you figured you had to be going somewhere nice.

by the time you were dressed, your backpack was full of soap and clothes and your laptop and the cook book you were stealing recipes from.

“okay, i’m ready with fifteen minutes to spare. i just need to put on my shoes,” you stepped out of your bedroom.

bakugo was leafing through the books scattered on your kitchen counter. fashion magazines were haphazardly spread out next to week old cups of tea and empty plates, a cookbook was opened to a croissant recipe, a newspaper with bakugo on the front had a crusty bowl of oatmeal covering up the best part of his costume, your favorite smut series was stacked against the wall.

“god, that’s embarrassing,” you mumbled to yourself, balancing on one leg while you buckled your platform sandal.

bakugo turned to you, the sinking sun catching on his hair, making it look like spun gold. he was so gorgeous it made you sick.

you stood up, passing him your backpack bursting at the seams. “how do i look?” you asked, doing a tiny spin before looking back at him over the open back of the dress.

“like you’re going to complain about being cold,” he grumbled, leaning against your kitchen wall. bakugo held out the jacket tucked under his arm.

you narrowed your eyes, but took the jacket, slipping into it. his big black zip up probably ruined your adorable little black dress, but bakugo was right. you would have complained about being cold the minute you stepped outside.

bakugo slid the backpack over his shoulder, heading for the front door.

“oh, wait,” you stopped, “i left something. i’ll be right back.” bakugo sighed, but you ignored him, heading back for your bedroom.

you pulled out the trunk from under your bed, opening it up to what you knew would be laying neatly on top.

you pulled the limited edition rookie hero card still in its protective sleeve from its prized position atop the trunk and slid it into your sweatshirt pocket. you smiled to yourself as you kicked the trunk back under your bed and walked back to your front door.

“okay, i’m ready now.”

you locked your apartment door behind you and followed bakugo down the stairs and back out to his car.

“will you please tell me where we’re going?” you asked, pouting in the passenger seat of his sports car.

“no, stop asking,” he grumbled, eyes catching yours in the rear view mirror.

satisfied with his annoyance, you rubbed your thumb over the hero card hiding in your pocket, biting down on your smile.

“why are you smiling like that?” bakugo asked.

“it’s a secret,” you smiled wider, satisfied with yourself. bakugo grumbled something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.

he was the same grumbly, grouchy boy you’d met 10 years ago on the side of the street after a villain attack, pissed off that you’d asked him to sign your rookie card you had spent hours looking through card packs to find. and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

next chapter!!

an// this is more a transitional chapter and i hate it and i am sorry but i hope that maybe you liked it and hopefully it made you smile, next part soon kiss kiss

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briefmusicbouquet · 1 year

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consider: dabihawks exes-to-lovers au where they dated briefly before either of them were established heroes/villains

a calm, average length, abonormally normal relationship that ended mutually with the two of them being like "i have to focus on my goals (being a hero/ruining endeavor)"

a few years pass by and then idk, some heroes are trying to arrest the league, hawks as part of the hero team, and he and dabi make eye contact and have the mutual realization;

oh fuck that's my ex

and then cause neither of them can process emotions and can't say shit to their coworkers about who exactly their ex is or how they ran itno them: they pull a bunch of hyper-specific-tailored-for-each-other pranks while the league/top 10 are wondering why they care this much about fucking with their ex and neither of them can explain it without sounding like they're still hung up over their ex because they can't say outright, "he's one of the heroes we're already trying to destroy" or "he's one of the country's most notorious villains lol"

and it escalates from there

#mha au #petty exes au #dabihawks #fun info: hawks never infiltrates the league cause he's like #so funny story what if i told yall they're never gonna buy it cause i uh may have of um mightve possiblely dated a current member hahahaha-#so hawks replacement ends up being jeanist #who was beyond sick of hearing about hawks's ex and thinks he'll finally be free of that drama after he fakes his death (his test of loyalt #only to get to the league and have to listen to dabi do the exact same thing #bnha

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mhathotfic · 1 year

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Fake dating au with Sero that starts and ends with gaslighting the shit out of people.

Started out as overly affectionate besties that people think are lovers doing the affection thing as a bit to make people question them.

Then when you end up together you stick to the bit, but this time about your friendship.

You tell everyone you’ve been dating the whole time and don’t know what they’re talking about when they bring up times you said you weren’t or were dating someone else entirely.

#bnha sero #mha sero #fake dating au #also sorry I haven’t been on since this morning I was super busy and will probably continue to be #pretty petra

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