#🦊.onyx’s writing

[bakuroo-writings]

I posted 285 times in 2022

That's 16 more posts than 2021!

63 posts created (22%)

222 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@/tetsurousharlot

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I tagged 285 of my posts in 2022

#🦊.onyx posts - 111 posts

#icymi - 51 posts

#🦊.hai queue!! - 44 posts

#🦊.ask onyx - 26 posts

#🦊.onyx's recs - 20 posts

#⏲️.speed dating collab - 17 posts

#🦊.onyx's writing - 15 posts

#timezone reblog - 14 posts

#🦊.onyx's friends - 14 posts

#🦊.announcements from onyx - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#but also keep in mind it's okay to gravitate towards the characters you like and only reblog stuff for those characters and stuff you like

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Pairing: Stable boy Kirishima x Lady (title) f!Reader, Duke Bakugou x Lady (title) f!Reader

AU/Genre/tropes: Regency AU, mutual pining, angst, more to be added

for @myherokatsuki's A Familiar Face Collab

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211 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#4

Just a little something for @suyacho's birthday today. Happy birthday, bby!

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader

Word count: 620 words (sorry it's not more, bby - motivation has been a fickle bitch lately)

Warnings: just fluff, pro-hero Shinsou, all characters over 18 and must be 18 or older to interact!

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218 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#3

Pairing: Stable boy Kirishima x Lady (title) f!Reader, Duke Bakugou x Lady (title) f!Reader

for @myherokatsuki's A Familiar Face Collab, thank you @nocturnalazura for beta reading and @arlertslove @kenzumekodma and @lavenders-fandom-elixirs for brainstorming.

Also blaming @lavenders-fandom-elixirs for rudely enabling this becoming a series /lh /nm

warnings: none for this chapter. MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT.

word count: 2.3k

masterlist || next

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286 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#2

Just some hot takes:

Reblogs help promote work so more people see it.

Comments are even better.

Reblogs with comments - whether on the post or in the tags - is the best ever.

2 and 3 can inspire writers to write more.

While 1 - 3 are nice, they are not required. Quality interaction (i.e. asks and reblogs/reblogs with comments because you want to give them) is better than quantifiable interactions (mass reblogs but little to no commentary) and inspires and motivates writers to write more.

"part two when?" type of comments are rude and have the reverse effect where it kills inspiration and motivation to write, making the part two you want so badly 4239472397432% less likely to happen.

Both writers and readers have real life things going on. So, if someone is a writer, they may not have time to read as much as they want. Some like to read a fic first before reblogging it and, if they don't have time to read it, they may not reblog it for a while.

Just because you read and reblog someone else's work does not mean they are obligated to do it back for you, especially if they don't have time.

Reblogging fics just to get it back and then deleting your reblog of the fic when they don't do it in the time frame you deem quick enough is the most ingenuine interaction ever. Please see 5, 6, 7, and 8 if you do this.

401 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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542 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

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[bakuroo-writings]

Hey, Onyx! I would love to request “you’re a fucking liar.” and Bakugou for your fluff challenge!💕

Hello, Jo! Thank you for requesting and giving me my first ever bnha request! This is so fitting for Bakugou! I hope I do him justice!

25. "you're a fucking liar." + Bakugou!

🍒 A/N: Even though is a sfw piece, Bakugou will be an adult. Exact age is up to you

🍒 ONE MANGA SPOILER BELOW

Sound from the TV plays in the background, news anchor talking about how pro-hero Deku stopped yet another crime.

Sipping the vanilla latte Katsuki woke up early to get you, despite it being his day off, you comment, “That’s the eighth one this week and it’s barely Wednesday.”

Bakugou grunts in response, only mildly annoyed that Deku is in the spotlight. Adding a teasing lilt to your voice, you make your next comment with the intention to rile him up.

“Guess he’s a better pro hero than you are, Katsuki~”

That gets his attention as he growls out, “You’re a fucking liar.”

“Babe, what reason do I have to lie?”

You barely finish your sentence before you hear the scrape of the chair, followed by Bakugou’s feet hitting the floor as he rushes towards you. Moving quickly, you run away, making him chase you through your apartment.

Not a match for the great Dynamight, he quickly catches up and tackles you to your couch, trapping you.

“Think real careful about your next words, babe. You really think he’s a better hero than me?”

Pecking a kiss to his lips, you whisper in his ear, “Of course not, Katsuki. You’re my number one hero.”

“Damn right I am,” is uttered before he claims your lips with his.

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Kuroo edit/fic banner made by @a-mongoose

Warnings: None, just fluff, fluff, fluff

Kuroo knew that something was wrong immediately upon coming home. House dark, kitchen empty, a chill in the air and you nowhere in sight. All the warmth of home was gone, nonexistent. Having removed his shoes, he crept through the house softly, searching for you. When he found you, curled up in bed and hiding under the covers, sniffles reaching his ears, his heart broke for you.

He knew you’d been having a rough time at work, facing backlash and feeling like there’s no escape, like nothing you do is good enough. So he quietly slips into your shared bed and pulls you to him. Hands cupping your face, he tilts your head up to see your wet eyes staring back at him. He removes his hands from your cheeks so his thumbs can wipe your tears away, then wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

Words aren’t needed. The message is clear in his actions.

“I’m here for you. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

He stays with you all night as you cry yourself to sleep in his arms, not a care in the world that you made part of his shirt soaked.

You’re not sure what time it is but your sleep – the best sleep you’ve had in a long time – is disturbed by a loud rumbling, seemingly coming from your stomach. Oh. That’s right; you got home and immediately crawled into bed, letting the bad day take over and getting swallowed up by your feelings, dinner not even a thought in your mind. Darkness covers the room and, wondering what time it is, you try to turn to reach for your clock on your nightstand.

Unfortunately, strong arms are wrapping tighter around you, preventing you from moving at all. Tetsu. That’s right. He joined you as you had been sobbing under the blankets for god knows how long. Wanting to stay wrapped in his arms, his warmth, blanketed in his protection for just a little longer, you press yourself closer to him. It’s not until you feel his chin rest against the crown of your head that you realize he’s awake.

“Hi,” you croak out, voice thick with sleep.

“Hi,” he says back as your eyes meet his willingly.

Hand rubbing your back, he asks “you okay?”

His gentle way of saying “want to talk about it?”

He’s heard it all before, during one of your many rant sessions, always ending with his support, his love, and a “You can quit, if you want. I’ll support you in whatever you decide. Your happiness matters to me. You matter to me, above everything else.”

“Yeah, I’m okay” is whispered into the night, your own arms wrapped around him. Your leg slides between his as you try to push his hair out of his eye. Your way of saying “thank you for being here. I will be okay.”

It’s not long until two growling stomachs disrupt the silence of your bedroom. Your and his laughter joins the noise filling the room.

“We both skipped dinner, huh? Want to help me make some food?”

Hand moving from your waist to run through his hair, he utters, “I love cooking with you, babe, but I, uh, kinda want to shower?”

And that’s how you ended up making your favorite comfort food at 2:54 am. Focusing on your task, you don’t hear Tetsu as he pads down the hallway until his chin rests on your shoulder, droplets from his hair falling on your – his, actually – t-shirt, his hands making their way around your waist.

“Did you mean it?”

“Hm?” comes the reply in his deep voice.

“That I could quit, if I wanted? You wouldn’t be disappointed? Or stop loving me? If I give up?”

One hand turns off the stove as the other turns you to face him. He looks deeply and pointedly into your eyes.

“Nothing you do could ever disappoint me or make me stop loving you. I love you for you, not what you do. You are the strongest, kindest, sweetest, most amazing person I’ve ever met. You wouldn’t be giving up; you’d be putting you first and how could I ever fault you for that? How could I ever be disappointed in you for you choosing you? I love you, y/n. Nothing will ever top that.”

You wrap your arms around his waist, his arms enveloping you in his warmth, his love, and you know that, no matter what happens, with him and his endless love and support by your side, everything will always be okay.

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Distant shouts reach your ears and you know you should leave but you can’t yet find the will to leave the man you’ve watched for months, the man whose life you just saved. It’s risky but you want to stay just a little bit longer with the man you’ve fallen in love with. Your father will be upset that you risked discovery for a human but you couldn’t let him die. 

There's a WIP Wednesday? I never knew

Show me your WIPS I reckon 👀

[bakuroo-writings]

43 with Tsukki maybe 👀🥺

43. “did you ever even care? about me - us?” + Tsukki

sorry it took so long - motivation and desire went poof

The last person you expected to see on a Saturday afternoon, all the way across town, was your ex-boyfriend. Even more so, you never expected to be having coffee with him after he rather suddenly broke your heart. Seeing him had been actually really nice. You expected the worse, after the way things ended.

But sitting here, in the coffeehouse, hand wrapped around your paper coffee cup, catching up, hearing about the museum, even joking around like you used to, it felt like old times. But doubt invades your mind and the words are leaving your lips before you can stop yourself.

“Did you ever even care? About me - us?”

He’s silent and you’re left wondering if he ever heard you. Looking down at the table, you open your mouth to repeat it louder when he speaks.

“I did care. I know it’s not easy for me to open up. . . but you were one of the few people in life I did care about.”

Fiddling with your fingers, your head snaps up at him when he grabs your hand.

“You are one of the few people in life I still care about.”

And, just like that, it feels like no time has passed, like the Tsukishima Kei you had fallen in love with it is the one sitting in front of you. Eyes locked onto his, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you both can rekindle something.

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[bakuroo-writings]

My piece for the Once Upon a Dream/Disney AU collab by @katsuverse and @juicykatsuki.

Warnings: none?

Notes: Reader is the sister of Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Tanaka and Noya with their father as Keishin but I never specify if it’s birth or adoptive relationship so you can choose your own familial relationship with them

Word count: 2,045

Distant shouts reach your ears and you know you should leave but you can’t yet find the will to watch the man you’ve watched for months, the man whose life you just saved. It’s risky but you want to stay just a little bit longer with the man you’ve fallen in love with. Your father will be upset that you risked discovery for a human but you couldn’t let him die.

You lost count of the times you had seen him in the sea by now but you never grew tired of watching him playing with the yellow haired animal, never grew tired of watching him interact with his friends. Oh, how you wish you could hear what they’re saying. . .

‘It won’t hurt to get just a little closer, just this once, right?’ You think to yourself, already swimming towards the ship, towards the black haired man with wild hair and the dark haired man with lighter hair at the ends.

“Kuro, shouldn’t you give up this talk of merpeople? Your grandfather wants you to return to court, choose a wife, and take up his crown. You’ve been at this for months and never seen one.”

“Kenma! I can’t give up – the life he wants for me is not the one that will make me happy. When I marry, I want it to be for love, not duty, with a woman who is as carefree and alive as the sea. Besides, they’re out there. I know they are."

‘Kuro? Is that his name? It’s so handsome.’

The man named Kenma goes to open his mouth but is interrupted by barking and a chocolate lab jumps on Kuro who lets out the most handsome laugh you’ve ever heard in your life. Watching as Kuro plays with the lab, you can’t help but wish how you could be part of his world.

You watch for a few more moments until the sky darkens and the waves turn angry, the humans on the ship struggling to fight against the storm. As they try to gain control of the ship, you watch in horror as Kuro falls into the sea. Waiting with bated breath for him to resurface, your heart sinks the longer time passes.

You race beneath the surface only to see he is unconscious, being pulled down in the black abyss. Heart in your throat, you race to save him, rule about not “meddling in the affairs of man” be damned.

Pushing the hair back from his face, you sing a soft melody, wishing you could see his golden eyes up close. Barks sound in the distance followed by a booming “hey, hey, hey!” and you know this when you must part, to avoid discovery. You’ve broken enough rules for today and missed your father’s homecoming on top of it.

You spare one last glance before you retreating the sea, watching from afar as the dog rouses him and a large man with black and white streaked hair lifts him to his feet, shouting loudly an “I found him!” as Kenma and a curly haired brunette walk over, pace only slightly fast. Knowing he’s officially safe and sound now as his friends guide him away, you turn and dip beneath the surface, missing Kuroo’s head turning back towards the ocean to see the ends of your fins disappear.

Back in Atlantica, you rush to your father, King Keishin, apologies spewing from your mouth the second you’re within earshot. You try to explain but he cuts you off.

“You’ve disappointed your brothers with your careless behavior, y/n,” he points to the crab by his side before continuing. “And Tobio’s, too. They all worked so hard on this performance and – “

“It wasn’t even her fault!” Hinata, your most trusted friend and beloved guppy, interjects on your behalf at seeing how despondent you look. “If it weren’t for her, then a human would have died!”

“Human?!” Your father shouts as you bury your head in your hands, knowing how angry he gets about just swimming to the surface and his disdain for humans. “You went to the surface?! You could have been seen or caught! They’re barbarians, looking to catch us –use us – for their own personal gain!”

“They’re not like that! They just want to understand us, understand our world! I’ve been watching them for mon –, “You cut yourself off, hand clapping over your mouth as you see your father turn red with anger.

“MONTHS?! YOU’VE GOING TO THE SURFACE FOR MONTHS?! YOU DEFEND THEM, DESPITE KNOWING WHAT THEY DID TO YOUR MOTHER?!”

“They’re not that bad! If you’d just give them a chance, just get to know them, you’d see! These humans are not like those humans! I can show you if you’d just let m – “

“YOU WILL NEVER GO TO THE SURFACE AGAIN,” he roars before continuing. “Not as long as you live under my reef.”

Anger running through you, you swim away to your grotto – a place you can escape to in solace for your father knows nothing of it.

Once there, you marvel over all your treasures – things collected from the human world you love so much. Your hands caress over watchmacallits and thingamabobs and your favorite – the dinglehopper. Living in the sea, you don’t have much use for it but you long to use it one day. You still remember when Lev told you about it.

Another day of treasure hunting with Shoyo at the bottom of the sea, from shipwreck to shipwreck, you place your bag of gadgets and gizmos on Lev’s favorite rock, waiting for him to fly in.

“Y/n!!!” You hear him squawk out as he flies to the rock. You wave excitedly, waiting for your friend to land.

Immediately, he sticks his head in the bag and a muffled “lotsa good stuff you got here today” reaches your ears. Popping out of the bag, he holds a silver three pronged item in his hand.

“What a marvelous beauty you’ve got here!”

Excitement runs through you as you ask, “What is it?”

“It’s a dinglehopper. Humans use it to style their hair.”

After giving a demonstration as to how the dinglehopper works, he moves to the next item – a strangely shaped object that has a large opening at one end.

“Oh, this! This is a snarffblat! It’s used so humans can dance. You just put your mouth on one end like this and blow and beautiful music will come out.”

At the mention of “dance” and “music,” your face falls and you panic. “Oh, no! I’m late! Thanks for the explanation, Lev, but I have to go! Oh, Tobio and my brothers are gonna be so mad that I’m missing practice!”

Rushing in to the practice hall, you see your older brothers – Daichi, Koushi, Azumane, Yuu and Ryunosuke – waiting beside Tobio.

“Sorry, everyone! I was treasure hunting and lost track of time!” You admitted, sheepishly. They didn’t have to know you went to the surface to find out what the stuff was, especially with Tobio around. He’d snitch on you to your father as soon as he could. Silly crustacean.

“Y/n, you know your father would not approve of this nonsense!” Tobio starts as you roll your eyes before Daichi intervenes, ever the peacekeeper.

“Tobio, she’s here now and only a little late. Let’s not waste any more time, okay?”

Tobio huffs, accepting it, as you mouth a ‘thank you’ to your eldest brother.

Days pass as you avoid the surface; playing along with your father’s request. . . for now. However, you find yourself itching to see Kuro’s face just once more, just to know he’s safe. At least that’s what you tell yourself. Sneaking your way around, you make your way past your father undetected and are almost free when you hear a voice.

“Sneaking out, are we?” Koushi. Why is he the one that always catches you?

“. . . Are you gonna rat me out?” You ask, tentatively.

A shake of his head, grey hair swaying with the movement. “I should. . . but won’t. You were young when mom passed but you have her spirit. Which makes them too protective over you. Go live a little. Shake your fins, dear sister. Just don’t be out too late; even if I cover for you, they’ll figure it out.”

You rush to hug him as thanks before making your way out of the castle. Which is how you were able to end up at the surface against, watching and waiting for him. Kuro. You were beginning to lose hope when you heard a distant bark. Desperate to know if it’s him again, you head toward the nice and see a ship.

Making your way but trying to remain undetected, you stick to the side of the ship, listening intently.

“Kuroo-san, how many days are you going to be out here, searching for a woman who doesn’t exist?”

“Akaashi! I’m telling you she does. A woman saved me that day and I know she’s out there. I’m gonna find her and, when I do, I’m gonna marry her.”

“He’s talking about me! He loves me back!” Your heart bursts in excitement, giant grin forming on your face before you realize and it falls. He’s a human; you’re a mermaid. And father will never give you legs to be with him.

Dejected, with Hinata at your side, you leave the area and swim to your grotto.

Once there, you stare longingly at your favorite treasure – a statue of Kuro – Kuroo? – you found a few days after his shipwreck. Ugh! It’s just not fair! Your father doesn’t understand!

Distracted by your sadness over Kuro and your anger at your father, you don’t notice the new presence until it’s looming over you, anger rolling off him in waves.

“Daddy!” You say in shock, his brown eyes staring at you with a hardness you’ve never seen before.

“Your brothers noticed you had been acting differently. Koushi said it’s cause you were in love, kid. Thought you had finally got your head on straight and moved on from the silly notions of humans.”

Trident turning a bright yellow, he says “Looking at all this junk, it appears I was wrong.” With that, the light leaves the trident, destroyed every one of your gadgets and gizmos until it gets to the statue.

Your pleas of “daddy, stop!” go ignored and, in mere minutes, what took you months to collect is destroyed. Left alone with nothing but your destroyed treasures, you don’t notice the eyes watching you, one glowing an eerie green.

“What’s wrong, little mermaid?” The Hydrophiinaeasks, moving closer to you.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Kuguri, little mermaid,” is the response given as one eye glows again. “Tell me your troubles.”

Wanting someone to listen and understand, you started at the beginning – how you first saw Kuro, how you watched him for months, how you fell in love with him and just wanted to be with him. And that’s how you ended up following Kuguri to the layer of the one you were supposed to avoid – Daishou, the sea warlock.

Seeing Daishou up close was an experience hard to describe, with his fangs showing, serpent tongue slithering out, diamond shaped eyes an enchanting shade of green, surrounding by teal scales.

Daishou slithered over to you, hovering over you as he speaks, “so the mermaid is in love with the human prince? What would you give to be with him, I wonder?”

Desperation seeps out in your answer when you shout out “Anything!”

Smirk on his face, he asks, “Then your soul? If he doesn’t love you back, that is. And your voice, too, as a little down payment for making all your dreams come true?”

Hesitant to agree, you ask, “If I agree to your terms, you’ll make me human? So I can be with Kuro?”

“Of course, my darling mermaid. All you have to do is acknowledge your acceptance on this contract here and you’ll get your chance to be by his side for as long as you desire.”

Resolved to win Kuro’s heart, you dip your thumb in ink and press it to the contract – sealing your fate, unaware of the sea warlock’s hidden agenda.

I was gonna try and fit this all in one but I didn’t want to make it too long and I didn’t want to rush it so I will be doing a part two – maybe a part three? IDK. We’ll see how it goes. Unfortunately, motivation has been scarce so I don’t have a concrete date for when.

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ooh.. okay how about either 44 or 49 (or both if you want), with Tendou?

Hi! Hello! How are you? Thank you for sending one in! Sorry it took forever - motivation is fickle bisch.

44.“i wish you were dead.” + 49. “are you fucking happy? does this make you happy?” with Tendou.

“Are you fucking happy?!” You shout before continuing. “Does this make you happy?!”

Seeing you covered head to toe in soapy water, Tendou’s musical laughter ringing in your ears, you’d think he looks pretty damn happy.

You were supposed to washing your car with your ever-so-helpful boyfriend, Satori. Turns out, he had different plans as evidenced by him unexpectedly dumping the bucket you prepared on top of your head halfway through.

“My paradise, there is only one thing that could make me happier,” is uttered before you get sprayed with even more water from the garden hose that was now left at your feet.

Crouching down to pick up the hose, you mutter, “I wish you were dead.”

“Dead wet,” you shout, turning the hose on him and spraying him. His laughter reaches your ears once again as he dances and rejoices in the water hitting him. You should have known it wouldn’t bother him but that’s why you love him - life with Tendou, your perfect guess monster, is never boring. And that’s why you can never find yourself mad when he turns a mundane chore into a cheerful water fight, even when it means you get covered in water, car only half clean.

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Could you please do fluff prompt 7 with Kuroo. Gn reader if possible.

7. “wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.” + Kuroo x gn!reader

-> anon, you've got some excellent taste in character, my friend. Hope you enjoy, bby.

The last thing you expected was to see your partner and Bokuto covered in smoothie. The same smoothie that currently covered not just the two grown men in front of you but, also, your kitchen counter, your floor, and your ceiling.

Letting out a breath, you ask, "What happened?"

"Well, uh, you see, we were making this new smoothie recipe and thought it would be fun to see what would happen if we didn't put the lid on." Queue a sheepish smile from Kuroo.

"Really, Tets? What did you think would happen? That it wouldn't explode all over my kitchen?"

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he states, "Something different could have happened!" At the unamused look in your eyes, he adds, "It was for science?"

"You're both cleaning up this mess while I shower and change."

"Whatever you say, baby! We're on it!" Followed by sticky kisses peppering your face as Bokuto moves to get the mop and other necessary cleaning supplies.

"Tetsu! You're sticky!" You wrinkle your nose as he finally lets you go.

As Bokuto and Kuroo get to work on cleaning and you walk down the hall to your bathroom, you call over your shoulder, "oh, and Tets? No kisses for a week."

Bokuto's snicker mixed with Kuroo's whine, "wait, no, don't take kissing away from me!" as Kuroo chases after you down the hall.

Send in suggestions!

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Idk if this is okay but can please I get (from the fluff list) 10&2 with the love of my life Tsukishima Kei?

10. “yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.” + 2. “aw, you’re so cute.” with Tsukishima Kei.

Here you go, bby. Enjoy!

After a long day of work at the office, what you love most is making dinner next to your boyfriend, Kei. The content normalcy as you chop vegetables while rinses lettuce for salad as you both talk about your day is your favorite way to de-stress. Unfortunately for Kei, all your stories lately revolved around your new co-worker, Hoshiumi Korai. And today was no exception as Kei half-listened to your workday rambles.

" - so he ended up holding up a stick with his face on it over the cubicle wall whenever he had something to say! It was hilarious, Kei! He's so cool!"

Moving to dry the lettuce, Kei mumbles out a "Yeah, okay, but I'm cooler."

"Aw, tsukkipoo, are you jealous?"

"No. Why would I be jealous of that pipsqueak?"

Putting down the knife and walking to wrap your arms around your stoic boyfriend's waist, you tell him, "aw, you're so cute when you're jealous," followed a peck on his cheek.

In true Tsukishima form, he lets out a "tch" before lifting his arm up and placing it around you. Maybe he can deal with the stories you tell as long as he's the current chapter.

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Just a little something for @suyacho's birthday today. Happy birthday, bby!

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader

Word count: 620 words (sorry it's not more, bby - motivation has been a fickle bitch lately)

Warnings: just fluff, pro-hero Shinsou, all characters over 18 and must be 18 or older to interact!

A book rests on your chest, the previous silence destroyed by the clinging of keys and the turning of a lock. Placing your finger in your book to keep your spot, you look up just as you see a familiar head of lavender walk through the door of your shared apartment. Boots clunk on the floor before he kicks the door shut, dropping his bag next to the door in the entryway.

Purple eyes meet yours before he undoes his white boots and undoes his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a clack next to his boots before his gauntlets, his Artificial Vocal Chords mask, and binding cloth joining them. Running his hand over his face, a long groan falls from his lips.

“Long day?” comes from your lips as you sit up to look at him better.

Giving you a tired smile, he walks over to you and pulls your book from your hands, dropping it onto the coffee table, “you have no idea.”

“My spot!” You whine, leaning forward to try grab your book before the air leaves your chest, the previous empty space now filled by your partner as he puts his weight on you. “Oof!”

“I’ll help ya find it later. Just need to be in my darling’s arms right now,” he lifts up slightly, resting on his forearms to peer down at you. “Sorry. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Come on back, you big, needy, teddy bear.”

Rolling his eyes, he flicks your forehead, watching as you scrunch your eyes and wrinkle your nose in response before you speak, “if you’re gonna be a jerk, I can just kick you off and push you to floor, instead.”

His laugh rumbles in his chest, vibrating yours at the same time before lowering his chest against you again. His feet hang off the couch as he lowers himself, resting his head on your chest and letting out a content sigh, “you’re my favorite pillow, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. You do frequently lay on me like this, regardless of what I’m doing at the moment. Like reading,” comes your pointed response, your hands run through his hair, nails raking his scalp lightly.

Another groan – this one of content and pleasure – falls from his lips again, “that feels amazing. Just what I needed, too.”

Smiling softly, you continue your motions, enjoying the silence of chirping birds outside mixed with your and Shinsou’s breaths. He presses a kiss to your chest, right above your heart, soft sunlight streaming in through the curtains. Your chest rises and falls as your hands move through his messy, purple locks.

“Read to me?” Shinsou’s deep voice interrupts the silence as he lifts his head to look at you.

“Well, I would, but my book is on the coffee table and I currently have a 6’1” pro-hero trapping me between him and the couch,” you say, a teasing lilt to your voice.

He rolls his eyes again, but grabs your book and looks for the crease in the spine, opening it for you, “this where you were at?”

Pulling the book from his hands, you look at the words on the page before nodding. He lays his head back on your chest, humming contentedly as your fingers move through his hair again. Resting the book on his shoulder, your voice fills the room, lulling him deeper and deeper into sleep.

Smiling softly as his snores fill the room, you drop the book to the floor and watch his peaceful face for a moment, “you work too hard sometimes. Rest up, baby.”

Closing your eyes, your fingers continue to play with his hair, enjoying the moment until your fingers still, sleep overtaking you.

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For my Speed Dating Collab and, boy, am I surprised it's not late.

Summary: When Bakugou gets dragged to a speed dating event, months after his break up, he doesn't expect to actually make a connection. But that all changes when you appear in front of his eyes.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: female reader, Bakugou is at least 21, mentions of beer, Bakugou is Bakugou and insults his friends with love. MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT.

Bakugou growls as he slams his locker shut, leaving his work uniform as he grabs his black leather jacket. Sliding it on, he pats down his jeans as he checks to make sure he has everything – phone, wallet, keys – before heading out of the locker room, running into Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero. He lets out a groan before immediately turning to head in the opposite direction, walking fast in hopes he can escape them, knowing that they’ll sucker him into coming along to their standing Friday night drinks.

“Bakubro!” Kirishima shouts as he catches up before Bakugou can get too far, throwing an arm around his shoulders and turning him around, guiding him over to Kaminari and Sero.

“I told you – I’m not joining your shitty outing this week,” Bakugou growls out as he shakes Kirishima’s arm off him.

“Come on, Bakugou. You’ve missed every single one since you and Ochako broke up,” Kaminari says as Sero rubs the back of his neck. “It’s been months, bro. We miss your angry Pomeranian ass.”

Sero and Kirishima both snicker, coughing to cover up their eventual laughs as Bakugou grits his teeth and clenches his fist, “Dunce face. . . I will pummel you right here. We don’t need to go to some dive bar for that.”

“You know what? If it gets you to come out with us tonight, I’ll let you pound on me a little bit,” Kaminari looks Bakugou seriously in the eyes, “but you have to stay for an hour, at least.”

Bakugou licks his lips, “deal. Let’s go and get this shitty outing over with.” Turning his back to them, he heads over to the elevator, mashing the button and missing the look shared between his three friends, calling back behind him, “you three losers coming or what?”

Kirishima pushes open the door, Bakugou, Kaminari, and Sero trailing behind him. He rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Uh, I’m gonna use the restroom real quick. Order me a beer?”

Sero nods before they walk away to the bar, waiting until they’re out of sight before walking up to a long table, covered in a white tablecloth and name tags. He looks at the table, red eyes moving fast to find the four familiar names.

“First time?”

He looks up at the woman working the table, looking at her name tag, “uh, yeah, is it that obvious, Himari?”

“Only to the seasoned veterans and I’ve helped at many events like this. Did you register online?”

“Yes, we did! I’m checking in for three of my friends and myself.”

“Names?” She holds up a clipboard as he lists them off and she checks them off on her board, finds the name tags, handing them to him with four stacks of paper and a pencil for each one, “we’ll be starting in 15 minutes. Rules will also be explained then for you and your friends.”

He thanks her and walks off, saluting her with the stack of papers before pocketing them. He walks over to the bar, sliding up next to Bakugou and picking up his beer, giving Sero and Kaminari a discreet thumbs up as he takes a sip. Kirishima’s eyes look around the room nervously as more and more people file in, hoping Bakugou won’t notice and walk out.

Himari walks over with her clipboard and claps her hands, gaining the attention of everyone in the room, “okay, everyone, welcome to our annual Fifty First Dates event! If you haven’t done this before, that’s more than fine – I’ll go over rules first. If you’re here, then you’ve filled out the online questionnaire when you registered online and have been given a name tag along with a stack of papers to note if you liked someone and want to make a connection with them. You’ll have five minutes with each person then I’ll ring the bell like so,” she taps the bell in her hand three times, the ringing filling the room. “And then the gentlemen will move down a seat for the next person. Most important of all, just have fun! Be yourself! If you haven’t done so already, put on your name tags and follow me into the event room. You have five minutes.”

Bakugou’s hand grips the glass in his hand as he growls out, “speed dating?! You tricked me into a speed dating event?!”

Sero and Kaminari look away as Kirishima puts his hands on Bakugou’s shoulders, “bro, you’ve been miserable and angry for months. Well, angrier than you usually are. You need to get back out there! Meet some people! I know you’re finally over Ochako since you no longer explode any picture or magazine with her face on it. So it’s time to take the final step – meeting people and trying again!”

Bakugou downs the rest of his beer and shrugs him off, “Yeah, speed dating is really what I need – I can see the tabloid headlines now: Exclusive - Pro-hero Dynamight Caught at Speed Dating: Lonely after Uravity Announces Engagement to Deku?! Fuck off. I’m leaving before anyone can see me at this shit event.”

Kaminari speaks up, “we had a deal. You stay for one hour. Just give it a shot, Bakubro.”

“Nah, let him go. Let the whole world and all of hero society think he’s still hung up on Ochako, unable to move on and forever be Dynamight: The Heartbroken Hero,” Sero takes a sip of his beer to hide the smirk on his face as Bakugou’s jaw tenses while he grits his teeth.

“Give me the fucking name tag, shitty hair.”

Kirishima hands out the name tags and stacks of papers, putting his own name tag on, “Hey! That’s the spirit!”

Bakugou lost count of how many boring extras with the same old sob story he’s listened to: “My ex dumped me so I’m getting back out there.” Clearly, she’s still in love with him. “It was either speed dating or I adopt another cat.” A joke but the laughter was forced so they’re not actually looking for a relationship. Probably only doing it to get a loved one off their back. The next one could barely get two words out without breaking down and crying. The heartbreak must have just happened.

All the faces begin to blur together and Bakugou’s head throbs, ready to explode if he has to sit through another moment of this torture. He doesn’t know how much longer he can stand listening to the poor woman in front of him, droning on and on about the daily life of accounting. Ding, ding, ding!

“Oh, thank God,” Bakugou exclaims. “This was the most boring conversation I’ve had to listen to all night and that includes the woman that was only talking about the teeth she needs fixed.”

The woman in front of him is near tears but Bakugou pays her no mind as a scoff from the next seat over reaches his ears, “wow, you are a real asshole, aren’t you?”

The lady gets up and moves to the next seat as soon as she can, gaining a sympathetic smile from Kirishima, as you move in front of Bakugou.

He smirks at you and opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off, “gonna be an asshole to me if I tell you my ‘sob story’?”

“That depends on just how bad your story is,” a humorless chuckle falls from his lips, mischief dancing in his eyes as he leans forward. ‘She just might actually be interesting.’

“Well, you have to earn that story. So tell me yours first.”

“And what guarantee do I have that you won’t run and sell it to the highest bidder?”

“You say that like you’re someone important – someone famous – but you don’t look like a bigshot to me.”

“You really don’t know who I am?”

“Am I supposed to?”

A genuine smile makes it way to his face as he tells you all about what brought him here – the dissolution of the relationship with the woman he thought he would marry, her engagement to someone else not even a month after they broke up, and how dumb, dumber, and dumbest tricked him into going to speed dating. In return, you tell him about what brought you here – that your ex held so little passion and the relationship was so lackluster you never quite felt the spark you were looking for. So you ended it and, now, here you are.

Amidst stories, jokes, and little facts about yourself, Bakugou finds himself groaning for a different reason when the ding, ding, ding! goes off again and the next woman waits for you to get up so she can have her turn to meet Bakugou.

Looking up at her, you remain seated, “you can move along. I’m good staying here.”

She scoffs and looks at Bakugou, who doesn’t even bother to look at her, “you heard the lady. Move along to the next one.”

A laugh falls from your mouth while you look at her glaring at the two of you as she stomps behind you, scraping the chair loudly to sit in front of Kirishima, who has a proud smile on his face at the connection between you and Bakugou.

Looking at his watch, Bakugou leans forward on the candlelit table, grabbing your hand in his slightly warmer ones, “actually, do you want to get out of here? I only promised to stick around for an hour and my time is up. And I know a great ice cream place not too far from here.”

“Ice cream sounds perfect. Let me get my shawl and my purse. I’ll meet you at the entrance?” You smile at him as he nods before pushing your chair back and walking over to the coat check of the restaurant.

Bakugou leans over to Kirishima, “tell dumber and dumbest I left. And I will deny this if you say anything but, uh, thanks for dragging me here. You were right about getting out there.”

Bakugou gets up, not seeing the smile on Kirishima’s face, as he walks over to you, holding his arm out for you to take. As you loop your arm through his, giving him a soft smile, the final cracks in his heart begin to stitch back together.

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Pairing: Stable boy Kirishima x Lady (title) f!Reader, Duke Bakugou x Lady (title) f!Reader

AU/Genre/tropes: Regency AU, mutual pining, angst, more to be added

for @myherokatsuki's A Familiar Face Collab

Summary: At the start of the season, Lady Y/n has to balance appeasing her mother, keeping clear of scandal, and maintaining her family's reputation as she makes her debut. As the season goes on, she has to make the choice of honoring the duty to her family or following her heart.

Chapter One - June 3rd

Chapter Two - date tbd

Chapter Three - date tbd

Chapter Four (18+ - posting tetsurousharlot) - date tbd

Dates and Chapters aside from Chapter One subject to change, if needed, but not currently planned on changing.

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Hey! Congrats on your one year anniversary and thank you for hosting this event! :)

Can I please request Bakugou + “In my defense, ice-skating always looked romantic in movies.” ⛸️

Thank you so much for the wishes and for joining! I hope you enjoy the drabble!

630 words, Pro hero!Bakugou x female reader, he calls you woman + babe, just some nice, winter fluff, fluff, fluff, 18+ ONLY MINORS 17 AND UNDER, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI.

Light flurries fill the air as kids, families, and couples of all shapes, ages, and sizes surround you and Bakugou as you lace up your skates. Standing up, blades digging into the snow, you stretch your arms above your head. Bakugou huffs as he slides his skates on.

Turning to face him, you giggle as snowflakes fall on the blonde peeking out from under his maroon hat, “Want me to wait for you, Kats?”

“Nah, you go ahead and warm up. I’ll be there soon.”

You lean down to press a kiss to his cheek before you take off and, entering the outdoor skating rink, start gliding on the solid ice with ease. You make a few laps, even throwing in some easy spins, before you stop by the side, taking in the sights. Red, shiny garland is wrapped around the outside of the rink, unlit lights line the top, and red and gold bows are on each post. People skate by but you can’t even see them as your eyes fall on your boyfriend, standing on shaky legs as he enters the rink and you skate over to him, sliding your hand in his.

“Need some help there, Bambi?”

“Har, har,” comes his sarcastic reply, “very funny, woman.”

“Sorry, but you look like a baby deer. Come on, let me help. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”

Lacing your fingers together and wrapping an arm around his waist, the both of you skate across the rink slowly and, true to your word, he does not fall, even his newborn deer legs have become nonexistent.

“Okay, babe. I think I got it. Let me lift you.”

“Uh, no. You may be able to stand up right but I am not letting you lift me, just for both of us to fall.”

“You don’t think a big strong pro hero like me can lift you?!”

“No, I know you can lift me. I just don’t think you can keep your footing, causing both of us to face plant on the ice.”

“Fine. At least, let me spin you?”

“Fine. One spin,” you give him your hand and skate a little away from as he spins you out before bring you back. . . only for him to lose his footing and fall to the ice, taking you with him.

Turning on his back, he ensures your safety by having you land on him. He grumbles as you let out a laugh.

“I told you this would happen, Kats.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not my fault, though!” He grumbles under his breath, “In my defense, ice-skating always looked romantic in movies.”

“Wait, Katsuki? Did you want to go ice skating to try and be romantic?”

“Shut up. No, I didn’t. . . Okay, I did, but I failed. This date was a disaster.”

Soft smile on your face, you lean down to press your lips to his, “It can still be romantic; I don’t care what we do, as long as I get to do it with you. Any time spent with you is romantic. It means the world to me that you tried. And . . . “ you press your lips to his again quickly, “you saved me from getting hurt. That’s the most romantic thing ever. You’re my hero, Katsuki.”

His eyes soften as they meet yours, grumpy look on his face long gone as his hand cups your cheek and his lips claim yours. Despite lying on the cold ice, with people skating around you and giving you weird looks, Bakugou has never felt warmer than he has right now, all his attention on the only one that matters – you. His tongue tangles with yours as snow starts to fall harder, creating the white Christmas he’s already dreamed of having.

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For @nocturnalazura's Frying Pan Collab, in which you hit Bakugou Katsuki with a frying pan.

Word Count: 2,936

Reader type: female

Trope/warnings: enemies to lovers, culinary au, Bakugou calls reader princess, minimal angst/angst adjacent, happy ending

YOUR POV

The clanging of pots and pans mix with the sizzling of various meats and vegetables. Focusing on cooking your own dish, you grab the prep bowl housing your ground ginger and add it to your coconut milk curry sauce, followed by the salt, before mixing it all together. Setting it aside and covering it with plastic wrap, you move to add the olive oil to your frying pan, only to notice it’s not on the stove where you left it.

Checking your station, you search high and low, unable to find your frying pan. Your eyes scan across the room, trying to figure out who could have taken it, until they meet vermillion eyes. Noticing the smirk on his face, you scoff and glare at him. Ugh. Bakugou fucking Katsuki. The bane of your existence. Ever since you met him on your first day of culinary school, it was hate at first sight.

“Oh, come on, come on.” Tapping your foot as you wait in line, you suppress a groan. “It’s my first day; I can’t be late.”

15 minutes later, you’re on your way, coffee in hand, rushing into the doors of Le Cordon Bleu Tokyo when you bump into a hard, chiseled chest, spilling your coffee all over your accidental victim.

“Oh, gosh, I am so – “

“Can’t you watch where you’re fucking going?!” Angry red eyes pierce yours. “Fucking klutz.”

“Are you always this much of an asshole to people you just met? It was an accident; it happens.” You move around him, ignoring his growl, throwing your cup in the trash, and head to the elevators.

‘Ugh, I was almost late, had to deal with an asshole, and, now, I have no coffee. This day can’t possibly get worse.’

Or so you thought. The last thing you expected to see when you walked into the kitchen for your first class – knife skills – were the same angry scarlet eyes, glaring daggers at you, accompanied by a scowl on his face.

Holding back a groan, you meet his eyes. “Ugh, you’re in this class, too?”

“Hah?! A clumsy extra like you becoming a chef? Good luck not accidentally cutting yourself.”

Balling your hand into a fist, your stare turns icy. “You bumped into me, asshole.”

“The fuck I did, princess! You ran into me!”

You choose to not respond, rolling your eyes, instead. Walking past him to claim your station, you feel the anger roll off him in waves at being ignored.

“Don’t ignore me, brat.”

Unpacking your knives, you lay them out one by one as you smile softly at the student claiming the station across from you. Growling, Bakugou picks up his own gear from his station and shoves the kid out of the way. “This is my station now. You can take the one over there.” He nods his head in the direction of his old station.

The student picks up his bag quickly and scurries over to his new station. Letting out a huff, you address Bakugou. “Part of the appeal of this spot was not having to look at your ugly face.”

“Sucks for you, then.” A smirk forms on his face. “Beat me at our lesson today and you won’t have to deal with me the rest of the semester.”

“Deal!”

That was the start of your enemy-ship with Bakugou. The lesson on the first day was on Julienne knife cuts and, while you had finished before Bakugou, he had cleaner cuts, making it a draw. And that was how it went for nearly two years: constant competitions and the both of you always ending in a tie. The sound of oohs and aahs reaching your ears pull you from your unscheduled trip down memory lane and you shake your head, eyes moving to where the sound is coming from. “Of course it’s from Bakugou’s station,” you think as you see the food he tossed in the air fall perfectly back in the frying pan, noting he has another unused on his station. “That asshole! He took my frying pan!”

The anger falls as you think back to the actually decent interaction you had with him this weekend, leading you to take a deep, calming breath and walk over as calmly as you can. Trying to muster up as much honey in your voice as possible, you approach his station. “Bakugou, I see you have a spare frying pan on your station that wasn’t there at the beginning of class. And what do you know? Mine appears to be missing all of a sudden. May I please have my pan back?”

The crowd disperses as a smirk forms on his face. Putting the pan in his hand down and turning down the heat, he leans his hips against his station. “Now why would I give you my pan back, princess?”

Nails digging into the palm of your hand, you try to keep your cool and grit your teeth. “Because it’s actually my pan and you’re not even using it?”

“Who said I’m not using my pan, princess?” He pushes off his station and brings his lips close to your ear. “Why don’t you be a good girl and just go get a new one, hm?”

“I asked nicely, Bakugou. Thanks for being a dick about it.” You give a tired sigh and lower your voice. “Gotta say, after last weekend, I was really hoping we could be friends, at the very least. Got my hopes up for nothing, I guess. Again.”

Shielding your eyes to hide the hurt, you walk away from him and think back to the events of last weekend.

House music thumps in the background as you rest your arms on the railing, holding your drink loosely in your hand. Wind blows against your face, cool air nipping at your nose, as you stare at the clear, night sky. Another gust of wind blows, causing the hair on the backs of your arms to stand up as you shiver.

Wind blows again as you sigh deeply, gathering energy to go inside and mingle again when warm spice and a subtle woodsy undertone fills your nostrils, the weight of black leather resting on your shoulders. Ash blonde locks edge the corners of your eyes as toned arms, hand nursing a beer bottle, join yours on the railing.

Silence lingers between you, the only being the muted, thumping music and the crickets chirping. Warm, yellow light shines through the windows and fireflies light up sporadically on the lawn as Bakugou brings the bottle to his lips, taking a large swig.

You bring your cup to your lips, taking a small sip for courage and swallowing it before speaking. “Thank you.”

Ruby eyes flash to yours as he gives a gruff, “you’re welcome.”

Silence fills the space again as you struggle to find words. “Aren’t you cold?”

He releases a dry laugh. “That's the best you could come up with for small talk?”

“Okay, big shot. What’s your icebreaker, then?”

“If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?”

“Damn, that’s a good one,” you purse your lips and take another sip, swirling it around in your mouth as you think. “Probably buy a nice duplex in Tokyo. One with lots of sunlight and a big outdoor area so I can build a greenhouse and grow my own fruits and vegetables. And I’d open a restaurant where paying is optional – you know, like one of those restaurants where it’s pay what you can – so everyone can get a filling meal. I’d use the money to get a roof over my head, have a restaurant, and pay for the essentials.” You turn to him and ask, “What about you? What would you do if you had a million dollars?”

“That’s really admirable. Gotta say, princess, I didn’t expect that from you.” He takes another swig of beer. “I’d travel. Take my mom and dad to see the world. Eventually, go to third world countries and maybe build some homes there. Bring in food and supplies to help, too.”

You take another sip of your drink, dropping the cup from your hand once it’s empty, “That’s also pretty admirable. Imagine if we both had a million dollars and combined it to travel the world, opening pay-as-you-can restaurants wherever we go.” Heat rushes to your cheeks as you realize what you said, “not that I’d want to see you ever again after graduation!”

A laugh leaves him as he brings the bottle to his lips again, “Whatever you need to tell yourself, princess.” Lifting off the railing, he places the bottle at his feet and leans against the railing again, back facing the dark lawn. “Wouldn’t mind travelling the world with you, princess. Could have a worse travel companion.”

“What? The great Bakugou Katsuki is giving a compliment to someone else?” You tease.

He pushes your shoulder lightly, “Shut up. You’re a great chef, okay? We’d make a good team. None of the other shitty extras are able to match my skill the way you do. Doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes, either.”

“Um, so, what made you want to be a chef?” You ask, changing the subject as heat forms on your cheeks again.

“I used to cook with my parents all the time. They never got to see the world – a kid didn’t make it easy to do, you know? – but were always enamored with the different foods. So they’d find recipes from different cultures and we’d make and try it together,” he turns around, forlorn look on his face as he looks up at the stars. “It became less and less frequent as I got older, as they got busier, but it made me fall in love with cooking. And I wanted to bring that feeling of family, of love, to people. Food brings people together.”

“That’s really sweet, Katsuki.” His eyebrow raises at the use of his first name but he keeps silent as you continue. “I really like this side of you; it suits you. You should show it more often.”

He rolls his eyes as he ignores your statement, pulling a flask from his jacket and taking a swig before putting it back, “Fireball whiskey. Beer here sucks. Need to get rid of the shitty taste,” he answers at your questioning eyes. “What about you, princess? Why do you want to be a chef?”

Your gaze turns wistful, far-off, as if you’re locked in a memory. “Oddly enough, I have a similar reason. I used to cook with my dad. We didn’t have a lot in common but cooking was something we bonded over. He passed away just before I started high school and I stumbled across this video he kept. It was of us making omurice for the first time and it was horrible – a complete mess. . . but we were laughing and having fun the whole time. And, even though it looked horrible, it tasted amazing. I had. . . forgotten how much fun it was. Cooking. And that’s when I knew I wanted to bring that feeling of joy to other people.”

Shaking your head, you turn to face him to see his ruby eyes focusing intently on you. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the music from inside, or the thin line between love and hate, or the sound of crickets chirping and the fireflies around you, or the smell of him all around you, or the way he’s looking at you, or the fact that there’s always been a thin line between love and hate. . . but something has you moving closer and something has him cupping your check, thumb softly rubbing against it, as your lips meet.

His tongue licks at your lip and you part them, taste of cinnamon invading your taste buds as your tongue entwines with his. Your arms wrap around his back, one hand finding purchase in his hair and tugging softly as you deepen the kiss. The door opens as a couple comes crashing out and you break apart, your head whipping to face them.

The black haired girl giggles and apologizes for interrupting as the blonde haired boy clambers after her down the stairs. You refocus on Bakugou, breathing hard, and his arm is wrapped loosely around your waist. Your eyes search his undecipherable crimson ones, trying to read the emotion behind them but they remain hard, guarded.

“Um, what does this mean?”

“Doesn’t mean anything, princess. People kiss and hook up at parties all the time.” He drops his arm from your waist, ignoring the hurt look on your face as he turns to face the empty yard again.

You scoff, “right. How foolish of me for thinking it might be something more. It was just the party, the alcohol, the atmosphere. Welcome back, asshole Bakugou.” You drop his jacket from your shoulders, leaving it crumpled on the ground, and walk back into the party to find your own jacket and leave.

BAKUGOU POV

Outside, where you left Bakugou, he gives a frustrated groan as his face falls in his hands, “Why did I do that? Finally had a chance with the girl of my dreams and I had to go and be an asshole and ruin it.”

He snatches up his jacket from the deck floor and throws it on, a small trace of vanilla and chai lingering on his jacket. He pulls open the door roughly a few seconds after you disappeared through it and his eyes scan the room for you.

Unable to find you anywhere, he sees the bright red hair of his friend and party host, Kirishima Eijirou, and grabs his shoulders, turning him to look deep in his eyes, “Kirishima, where is Y/n?”

“Bakubro! She left. Why? You need her for something?”

“Nah, I’ll just. . . see her in class. Thanks, Kirishima.”

YOUR POV

Shaking your head and snapping the thoughts out of your head, you walk to where the pots and pans are stored. You find the frying pan and grab it when you hear a voice purr in your ear from behind you, “Princ– “

Jumping slightly first, you quickly turn and smack the person behind you with the frying pan currently in your hands. Bakugou releases a groan as he doubles over.

“Shit, princess,” he wheezes out, “I came to apologize for being such an ass. Suddenly, I’m regretting that choice. This is worse than the coffee you spilled on me two years ago.”

“You snuck up behind me! And – and . . . you deserved it!” You heave a sigh. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“What if I am? You gonna feel bad?” He smirks as he stands up straight.

“Okay, so, you’re fine.” You turn and move to leave. “I can go back to my dish now.”

“You’re not gonna say sorry for hitting me with a frying pan?”

“Why would I? You’re being the same insufferable little shit you always are. I’ll prove you’re fine if I have to.” You walk back over and hit him in the gut with the frying pan, causing him to let out another groan of pain as he doubles over again.

His words come out hoarse, “Sorry for being an asshole, princess.”

“Oh, fuck, that actually did hurt you! I’m so sorry! How bad does it hurt?” You fiddle and fluster around him, pan still in hand, unsure how to help.

His voice returns to normal and he stands up straight, determined look in his eyes as he stares at you, “I’ll be fine, princess. A frying pan to the abdomen – twice – isn’t the worst I’ve had. But you can make it up to me by going out with me on Friday.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “You’re just playing with me again.” He starts to open his mouth but you cut him off, “Don’t make me hit you with this again.”

“Feisty. Just my type,” he smirks then turns serious. “Does it really sound that bad – going out on a date with me?”

An unamused look makes its way onto your face as your response is to simply turn and walk away.

“So Friday?” He calls after you.

Turning back to him, you give him a small smile, “Friday,” you confirm.

ONE YEAR LATER

Sipping on your coffee as you walk down the stairs of your apartment, ash blonde hair pokes out from behind the open trunk door of the car. You walk up right behind him just as he turns around, narrowly avoiding spilling coffee on him.

He smirks as he takes the other cup from you, “You did that on purpose, princess.”

“You have no proof of that,” you reply cheekily, forcing yourself to hide your smirk.

“You’re just lucky I love you, princess,” he rolls his eyes in response, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you in for a kiss. Warm spice with the subtle woodsy undertone invades your nose as cinnamon coats your taste buds. He cups your face, thumb rubbing softly against your cheek.

Smiling into the kiss, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hand gripping his hair. “Yeah, I am. Really lucky to have you.”

Flicking your forehead, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, turning to face the early morning sun, “Ready to start our adventure?”

“More than ready,” your eyes fall on the culinary magazine that has you and Bakugou on the front cover. The headline reads “LE CORDON BLEU TOKYO ALUMNI TO OPEN FIRST PAY WHAT YOU CAN RESTAURANT IN SENEGAL.”

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[bakuroo-writings]

So I know Christmas/the Holidays have passed but I have Random Holiday Headcanons!

🎄 Bokuto's favorite thing to do is snowball fights. He loves to be running around and active and spend time with you so this is the perfect way to do both! Plus, hearing your laughter ring out as you both pelt each other with snowballs warms his heart.

🎅 Kuroo loves, loves, loves ice skating with you. This nerd absolutely learned how to do all those fancy moves and shows off for you. He secretly likes it when you fall on your butt so he can not only offer you his hand to pick you up but massage your butt for you with a cheeky smirk on his face.

🎄 Atsumu's biggest and most important tradition is baking holiday treats. You'll make all your favorites and usuals, of course. But he always loves to try something new. One year, it was poinsettia merengue cookies. Another, it was stained glass sugar cookies. This year, it's hot cocoa cookies with candy cane chocolate chips.

🎅 Suna's favorite part of the holidays? Drinking hot chocolate in front of a fire as snow falls down outside. Both of you curled up in a knitted blanket, just enjoying being in each other's arms, as the fire roars to life. Eventually, he puts on Die Hard - "yes, y/n, it is a Christmas movie" - and you two argue over whether it is or not but there's always a smile on his face and stars in his eyes as you repeat the same points as every year why it's not. The argument always ends the same, too - no resolution and Suna cutting you off with hot chocolate flavored kisses.

🎄 Osamu loves to wrap presents with you. Christmas music playing from the speakers or a Christmas movie is on the tv screen as you're both surrounded by presents and boxes and ribbons and wrapping paper. He thinks it's adorable when you crinkle your nose as you concentrate - so much so that he can't resist leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. Some point during all this, he sticks a bow on your nose and you press one on the top of his head then continue wrapping until you place them all under the tree, exchanging one small present early and cuddling on the couch.

🎅 Iwaizumi loves going to see the Christmas lights with you. Sure, he hates the crowds and the cold and the way everyone is all holly and jolly cause he's kind of a grinch. But he loves seeing the way your face lights up and there's stars in your eyes as the Christmas lights from the market you dragged him to dance on your face and how can he hate that, how happy it makes you? So he pulls you in his arms and kisses you briefly then rests his head on your shoulder and, suddenly, there's no people, no cold, no holly and jolly - just the two of you and the love you have for each other.

🎄 Issei always gets so excited to re-watch your favorite show during the holidays. It's usually Friends and it's just the tradition at this point. Every Christmas season, you curl up on the couch and put in the DVDs - yes, you use the DVDs because you have them and it's part of the tradition - and press play, starting with season one all the way to season 10. He'll hold you in his arms as snow falls outside and Christmas lights twinkle and press a kiss to the side of your head many times during your day and night, laughing as you both repeat your favorite lines and make jokes.

🎅 Oikawa always drags you out to, like, a Painted Penguin for Christmas to pick and paint ornaments. He makes you get the same one so they can be matching but he paints one and you paint the other. His favorite part about it is when you show each other your ornaments after they're dry and he always, always, always adds glitter to his. He also always swipes paint on your cheek, resulting in a paint fight with laughter ringing out.

🎄 Ushijima loves decorating the house with you. Taking out all the decorations and putting up white lights and green garland with little cranberries and poinsettias on it. Lifting you up to put the tree topper on and putting on the ornaments on top as you both share the middle and you work on the bottom. Your favorite Christmas songs play and he'll take you in his arms and spin you around the room. No one knows how you both manage but it looks like professionals decorated your house and everyone always ask who you used.

🎅 Sakusa dreads having to go to the MSBY annual Christmas party. It's too loud and Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu get too drunk. So he always loves that it somehow manages to snow way too much on that day and it gets cancelled and he gets to stay in with you, his favorite person. He'll reheat the leftovers and bring you a bowl. He rolls his eyes as the reality tv show you put on but he secretly enjoys it, even more so when he gets to pull you into his arms and watch the snow fall outside the window, pointedly ignoring his ringing phone.

🎄Tsukishima's favorite thing to do during the holidays is a cook a big meal with you. It's for the dinner party with gym 3 and their partners and he will deny it but he loves hosting it and seeing them. Seeing you in a cute apron and dancing around the kitchen as the two of you make dish after dish like a well-oiled machine, exchanging teasing quips and jokes until everything is complete is what makes him feel the Holiday spirit. And, yes, he does always end it with a kiss under the mistletoe he has hidden in his pocket so he can hold it up whenever he wants one.

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[bakuroo-writings]

hewo onyx <3 can i get uhhh dabi + “So, you’ve never been kissed under mistletoe?” “Actually, I’ve never been kissed at all.” + a christmas miracle? :3

Hihi! You sure can! I hope you enjoy it!

531 words, female implied reader (no pronouns used but Dabi calls reader "doll"), starts kind of sad with some crimmus blues but ends happy, 18+ ONLY MINORS 17 AND UNDER, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI.

A sigh falls from your mouth as you gaze out the window, watching happy couples kiss and stroll through town. Children play tag happily in the square as parents watch over them with soft smiles and intertwined fingers. Another sigh falls from your lips as you continue to watch the inhabitants of the square, desperately wishing not just for someone to share it with but for snow to magically fall to the ground.

Dabi releases his own sigh. . . with the difference being it released in exasperation, “what’s got you in a mood, doll?”

“Why you asking? It’s not like you care,” you give an unamused stare.

“I care if it gets ya to stop sighin’ every five seconds.”

You roll your eyes as he drops his feet from the counter so he can study you, “come on. Tell me. Maybe I can make it better for ya.”

“Fine, but only so you’ll leave me alone,” you exhale a deep breath. “I’m tired of spending Christmas alone. Everyone has someone. . . except for me. And it’s not even snowing like it should be at Christmas.”

Silences fills the room as he processes what you said before he stomps out of the room. You sigh again, disappointed in yourself for thinking he might actually care enough to do more than listen to your woes for five seconds. His combat boots stomping against the floor reach your ears as he grabs your arm and turns you to face him.

You barely have a moment to register what’s going on before his lips claim yours, tongue swiping at your lower lip. Letting out a gasp, you part your lips for him and his tongue invades your mouth until he pulls away, smirk on his face as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Dabi?” You press your fingers to your lips as you look at him with wild eyes, wondering why on Earth he just kissed you.

“What? You’ve never been kissed under mistletoe?”

Your eyes move up to see him holding mistletoe above the both of you, focusing on it to avert your eyes from his, “actually, I’ve never been kissed at all.”

“So I was your first kiss, doll?”

“Shut up,” you push against his chest, wanting to wipe that smirk from his face, as heat rises to your cheeks.

His hand cups your cheeks, mistletoe stuck between his fingers, as he gazes at you with love – or maybe just like – in his eyes, desperately searching for your approval. You nod your head as his thumb grazes your bottom lip and his lips on are yours again. Lost in the sensation of him, you lean forward when he pulls away, only for him to rest his forehead against yours.

“Looks like you got everything you wanted, doll.”

“What?”

“Someone to have as yours. . . and it’s snowing.”

Dabi’s arms wrap around you as you turn your head, stars in your eyes as snow falls outside, “it’s a Christmas miracle.”

“Merry Christmas, doll,” a small smile shows on his face as he watches you, eyes wide in amazement as snow falls, giving you the best Christmas you could’ve ever asked for.

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