#Rocker Bakugo

[shutit-haha]

Rocker Bakugo/Manager reader

Rocker Bakugo who everyone labels as cocky but you simply say arrogant. There's videos that have gone viral of you correcting people during interviews saying he's only like this because he knows what he can do. This is how you gain your popularity as his manager.

"Now you're quite cocky aren't you?" The grey haired man leans forward onto his desk.

"No, he's not." You speak up from where you sit next to Bakugo on the dark green sofa.

"But he is," the man corrects you.

"No, he's not." You've taken on a more stern tone, "anytime Katsuki has ever told me 'I don't need you to teach me' he goes and proves that in fact he doesn't need my assistance. He's very talented and has been since a surprisingly young age, do I wish he was nicer yes, every one does. He's arrogant only because he's aware of how talented he is." The interview was cut short after that, security escorting your crew out. This is how you accidently make your mark.

Rocker Bakugo who has a ton of groupies but doesn't really care. As his career starts to rocket, he appears more and more in public with hickeys on his shoulders and chest. At first there's speculation of it being from wild fan, however it's all from you. Gotta make your claim on your drummer boy.

Rocker Bakugo who sits you on his lap and tries to teach you how to play the drums. He wraps his hands around yours, has you pick your favorite song and the two of you learn it together. When ever he has free time (which includes the five minutes he has before showtime) he'll sit you down and have you practice.

"Let's see," he pulls you down onto him.

"I'm not there yet," you're all bashful and shy like the other fan girls. You're not really musically inclined, you dabble sure but negotiation's are your world.

"Yeah you are, come on play." He doesn't grab onto your hands this time, forcing you to play on your own.

"How was that," you're eager for his validation.

"Certified drummer baby, might take my job."

"Don't gaslight."

"'M not."

One day he pulls you on stage for an encore. He gets up from his stool, sits you down instead and has the whole band play your favorite song as a live concert.

Rocker Bakugo who plays dumb when you're talking about laws and contracts. You know full well he understands what you're talking about. When everything was young; your relationship, careers, and ages, the two of you went to get your degrees together.

He'd help you study and was one of the top of your class. You both walked the stage together. Fast forward and his degrees just sitting there in his studio while his eye candy of a manager takes care of everything for him.

"What's that," he ask interrupting you when you use a 'big legal word.'

"Katsuki," you whine.

"What? I'm fuckin' confused explain it to me."

"You understand, I know you understand."

"Brain's melted from all those guitar riffs love, nothing in here but music notes."

"Kat," you swat at him.

"Alright fine, like when that sexy voice of yours explains it to me."

"We're not in college anymore."

"Wasn't that long ago."

Rocker Bakugo who slays at guitar hero and has the drum version. When he's pissed he plays, you come home and find him just jamming the fuck out. He's broken the game once or twice it's a pain in the ass to pay. The damn rich boy even owns the arcade version, bakusquad comes over and plays it all the time.

Rocker Bakugo who has to have your validation. (We all know he has an inferiority complex.) Who gets off stage all sweaty and shit, has that smug ass grin on his face. Still without fail always finds you and is like "how'd I do?"

"Sexy as fuck."

"Yeah," he's breathing heavily in your neck. His arms are limp by his sides, muscles sore.

"Yeah," you push his hair out of his face.

Rocker Bakugo who had everyone convinced you were just some girl. You were always with him, even when recording most people kind of just assumed you were some accessory. You always love the reactions you get when you're introduced as his manager.

Rocker Bakugo who people assume doesn't actually love you. The two of you always appear standoff-ish and scary. However this is only because you're always on alert when the two of you are with new people. You're polite but that bubbly personality of yours completely fizzles away. You're his no bullshitting manager and nothing else during those times, all work mode. There's a rule about no PDA as a way to keep up your image and reputation.

It's such a huge contrast from how the two of you are on livestreams and what not.

Rocker Bakugo who low-key has a mommy/daddy kink, and loves your praise. You're unafraid of telling him when's messed up or needs to rehearse something again. And well your boyfriend's learned to swallow your critique. This means that when he does do something perfect the first time he expects you to hang it up on the fridge.

"Again," you're leaning up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. The darkness of the rest of the space makes you seem barely there, you're like a phantom.

"Again," he growls back at you. The rest of the group is watching with open eyes weary of what is going to happen next.

"Are your muscles cramping?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"No," his voice gets louder.

"Thirsty?"

"No," and louder.

"Am I overworking you then?"

"no," and louder.

"Well then do you think you can play it right this time?" Your words make everyone in the room wince, except for your boyfriend. His jaws clenched biting the words he so desperately wants to shout.

"Yeah," he barks at you.

"Good," you lean back against the wall adjusting your shoulders for comfort. "Again."

Rocker Bakugo who fights with you sometimes. "What kind of contract is that," he snarls at you.

"Katsuki what you're asking me for doesn't exist."

"Then make it happen."

"It doesn't work like that, this is difficult."

"It always is."

"Oh don't give me that, you know damn well this is hard. Actually I bet you don't, I bet you haven't even looked at it." You scoff shaking your head, "you're bitching to me about something you know nothing about."

"Bullshit," he spats.

"Yeah ok."

"And what was that shit during practice," his hand is flat on your desk. Your study smells like him and you're not quite sure how you feel about that. It's like he's invaded your space.

"That shirt during practice was me trying to make you better."

"Yeah right," he sneers putting his other hand down on the desk.

"Not everyone's got it out for you Katsuki." You rise from your seat so that you may now stand behind your desk. "You know what Dyna-mighT I can just pack up and leave. I mean you wouldn't want to sleep next to a greedy traitor." You walk out from behind your desk, "you poor fucking cash cow," you glare at him. "I loved you before all of this, when we were broke fucking high school kids."

"Not true."

"Yeah because your mommy and daddy had money to back you up." You point to yourself, "I didn't have that though. I went out on a limb because I believed in you, I took a leap of faith because I trusted the net would appear. This," you bring your finger down onto your desk, "is my income. We don't have to love each other but I am not losing this job."

"Because you made me right, you made me want I am now." He's snarling at your back, you're only a couple steps away from the door.

You snort, "you made yourself. You're really fucking smart, and your gorgeous too but FUCK do you let your insecurity get in the way. And it's my fault for making your ego bigger, this wasn't all you. Go through those records and try and tell me I haven't done some crazy shit for you. Go through documents, interviews, concerts, post, look and compare old contracts."

"Bullshit, I know people that can do better."

"Than go find them," you wave him off.

"You're just a fucking manager-"

"And you're just a fucking cash cow," you slam the door behind you.

[bnha-headcanonss]

suggestion :)

Dadzawa, unnamed bio daughter. Hizashis present as well (get it? I’m hilarious.), the house arrest boys mentioned. Love Dadzawa <3

Words: 838 (short one)

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Aizawa was beyond exhausted, as always. Something happened in the dorms last night and caused Bakugo to go apeshit about something Midoriya did, he went absolutely “off the walls rocker crazy” or whatever Kaminari said. Aizawa doesn’t remember, or care too much.

He approaches his front door, unlocks it, and walks in. It’s extremely quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. Aizawa has a 14-year-old daughter, like most 14-year-olds, she loves to blast music when no one is home. There was no music, and her bedroom light was turned off.

“I’m home.” Aizawa shouts through the apartment waiting for an “okay!” or “how was work?” But nothing.

“Hello?” He yells out. Still no response.

He walks over to her bedroom, but no one’s there. He searches all through the apartment but it’s empty. No 14-year-old girl in sight.

Aizawa takes his phone out of his pocket and checks for any missed notifications. He’s urged her to understand the importance of communicating with him since there are so many villain attacks, something could happen to her and he needs to be aware as her father, obviously.

He rings her number, and it goes straight to voicemail. Panic starts to set in, and he dials his go-to man Hizashi.

“Shouta! Wasn’t expecting a call from our number-one caller so soon! What’s the deets?!” Usual enthusiasm, expected, not necessarily appreciated, ever.

“I can’t find her. I got home and she’s gone. I tried calling her and it went straight to voicemail.” Aizawa clearly has panic set into his voice. Hizashi picks up on this and drops the bubbling energy.

“I’m leaving UA right now, meet up and we’ll look for her.”

Aizawa rushed out of his apartment and met up with Hizashi about 3 blocks from the school. They search in all the places Aizawa knows his daughter could be, but she isn’t in any of her usual spots. Aizawa goes to the police station and files an urgent report. Officers get sent out immediately.

The heroes find themselves back at Mic’s house. They’re both exhausted, with no sign of Shouta’s daughter anywhere. They need to recoup and think of a different approach, they go inside Mic’s house and immediately get hit with, sweetness?

The oven was on at some point today, chocolate fills the air. They head over to the kitchen and see chocolate chip cookies set out on the counter to cool off as well as a mountain of dishes in the sink. There’s a hum and faint voices coming from the living room, the gentlemen make their way over there, but not before Mic grabs a cookie. Aizawa gives him a sort of “what the hell man?” type of look. Hizashi follows it up with a “well what do you expect” look and an arm shrug. Shouta rolls his eyes and continues. The lights are off but they see both Shouta and Hizashis daughters curled up on the couch knocked out with some movie playing.

“You’re joking.” Aizawa says, unamused, in disbelief, but relieved.

“I guess they were here the whole time?” Mic questions.

“Appears so.” Aizawa flipped on the lights and crosses his arms. With the sudden burst of light, both the girls woke up.

“Oh hey dad, whatcha doin’ here?” His daughter stretches out of her sleep and yawns.

“You never let me know you left the apartment. Want to explain that?”

“Ohh you’re riiight. I’m so sorry, the movie we’ve been waiting foreverrr for just dropped and I rushed over. I totally meant to let you know.”

“And you happened to fall asleep?” Shouta looks at the television the back at his daughter.

“Well the movie finished a while ago. We just kept them going.”

“Don’t let that happen again, please. I thought something happened to you. Mic and I have been searching everywhere for you, I have to call the station and let them know you’re okay.” Aizawa warned, pulling out his phone.

“Okay, I’m so so sorry dad, really.”

“If you guys are done, we should head home. It’s dark and you have school tomorrow.”

“So do you. Yeah, let’s go.” She half-joked and proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the home.

The girls and fathers said bye to each other as Aizawa and his daughter proceeded to make their way home.

“How was your day though?”

“The boys were a mess today. Mostly Bakugo.”

“The house arrest boys?” Aizawa chuckled at the name.

“Yes, the problem children.”

“Do you think they’d ever get along? They’re always beefing. It’s funny, but it’s getting old.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were still at each others throats 10 years from now. Now get in the apartment.” They’ve reached their front door and make their way in.

“Again, I’m really sorry about tonight.”

“Just don’t let it happen again okay?”

“Promise!” She says with a big smile on her face and she makes her way to her room. Aizawa crashes on the couch and proceeds to lay there until he falls asleep. This happens often, although he has a comfier bed in his room, but to be fair anything has to be better than that sleeping back he uses in class.

[bonbonthedragon]

Hi! I'm a relatively new reader, but I've come to enjoy all of your stories. Could you maybe make a bakugo x y/n cannon about like y/n going off somewhere on her own, bakugo cant find her and when he does he makes her give him her phone number and install a tracking app on her phone. And maybe have him also pin her to the ground (on grass) and ALMOST kiss her as in to 'show' what someone could've done to her if she wasn't careful. This would mean a lot to me! Fingers crossed lol <33

HI I LOVE THIS HOPE YOU DONT MIND ME HAVING SOME CHANGES

Warnings: angst, almost kiss? Swearing, angry bakugou

Enjoy!

She could feel his fingers slipping, her blood no good but only making him slip further. It dripped from her forhead, the drops falling inot the creases where there hands met and she cursed, that copper aroma filling her senses. He was going to fall, Bakugou would eventually loose strength and so would she, he would plumble to his death. Fuck. (y/n) squeezed her eyes shut, tears building in the ducts of her lashes just to tumble and hit the boys cheek. That had grabbed his attention, the dissociation of fear gone and now set on his classmate. The ground shook, a gasp choking from (y/n) and her second hand reaching out to grab into his shirt.

He grunted, watching as her own body began to slip forward from his weight. The girls eyes narrowed and it was like something hit, her sudden strength bewildering to him as she heaved him up in turn only for her to take his place. Because as his body fought it way up to safety, she fell.

Bakugou tensed, looking back to see the edge of the pillar utterly empty, no sign of any presence. He shot foward, hands gripping the ledge and his body half way over to see to the ground. (Y/n)s body lay lifeless on the ground, unmoving and blood pooling from under her and staining the pavement.

Never had his heart slammed so hard, that when he horrible sound of her body cracking against the pavement, his chest just left him. Nothing but pure confusion and venom poured into his veins. It’s was like something in him snapped, that the sight of her just barley breathing body is what awoke him.

…

Bakugou tried not to think about it, not to relive that day. It wasn’t just an accident. It was his career.

As a hero he should have been able to save her. Yes, she might be fine today, thanks to modern medicine and healing quirks, it’s like nothing happened at all. But that doesn’t mean the trauma wasn’t there, that his trauma wasn’t there. He saw the blood. He saw how her limbs twisted in ungodly ways and had him almost puking. It was a sight that couldn’t be unseen.

“Has anyone seen (y/n) today?” Aizawa asked, checking down his clipboard of students.

Everyone, including the ash-blond, looked around at each other. Something in his chest began to race, realizing that nobody knew.

His hand shot up.

“Yes baku-“

“I gotta pee”

Aizawa stared a moment, looking up at the clock and sighing before nodding his head toward the door. His student was quick to stand and leave.

“Oh yes…” the teacher went back through the chart. “That’s right. (Y/n) has requested a half day today for a family emergency. She’ll be back around lunch.”

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Oh and bakugou wasn’t in the bathroom. Actually the boy was already walking out from the school building and straight to the dorms. And in this time he was breaking many school rules and, if caught, would definitely have more than detention. Otherwise, it didn’t seem to be something he was too worried about as he couldn’t find (y/n) in the dorms either, until, from out the window, he spotted her red jacket she always wore.

So, as would any demon boy do who is rockers with hormones, he opened and jumped out the window.

That had her jumping almost two feet in the air when he slammed onto the ground behind her. (Y/n) was immediately in a fighting stance and before she could even lash out, she was on the grass. A nearly crushing weight fought on top of her, and once she realized who that stranger was, she stopped struggling.

“Baku-“

“And where ya goin?” The boy hissed, making a point to have her wrist bound in his hands

With this position, her under and him on top straddling her hips, (y/n) just couldn’t help the red that climbed her cheeks. “Get off me!” She squeaked. His face came awfully close to hers, so close in fact, she could smell the mint of his breath from the gum he chewed before class. She could have sworn he looked directly at her lips.

“Not until ya tell- ya know what, fuck it- where’s your phone?” And he backed away, his hands letting go to search her pockets. Scorching scarlet, her hands went after his to try and stop him but he had been determined. Finding her phone, he reached out his hand and away from her own reaching grasp.

Opening it easily without have a password, he positioned his leg a little higher so she stayed down and began to go to the App Store. (Y/n) struggled under him, her strength almost as superior as his so it was becoming a bit more difficult the more anxious she became. Just before he was sure she’d win, the app was finished and got up, his hands still away from her reach.

“Oi- stop fighting’ me!”

“Give me my phone! What the hells wrong with you lately?”

“Nothin’s wrong with me! With you though?” He scoffed, turning to complete his task only to hand it back.

“Me?” (Y/n) scoffed back, foot stomping as she looked to see just what the boy did to her devise. “A tracking app? Your the one who’s been acting like a stalker!”

“Hah! As if!” He walked closer, a finger hitting her upper chest. “Your the one who’s been disappearing on me! What the hells up with that, hah?”

“Disappearing?” She mumbled. Suddenly his hand was grasping her wrist and his face just an inch from hers.

“Yeah! Not to fucking mention your defense skills suck ass!”

“Hey-“

“Ya could have gotten hurt and no one would know! I wouldn’t know!”

That had made (y/n) freeze, eyes searching his blazing ones. A mix of confusion and hurt swirled in them, and her brows furrowed. “Bakugou…”

“See how fucking easy it was for me to get after you?” He continued, “I coulda been a villain. I coulda killed ya.” And his other hand went to jab a finger onto her shoulder. “You. Would. Be. Dead.”

(Y/n) stared a moment before grabbing the finger he so rudely pointed at her. Instead she held it and made him look at her, face still so close. “Is this about what happen at USJ?”

He stilled, gulping. A almost cricked smile cracked across his face, yet he was breaking, trying to hard to conceal the pain that held him down, but to no avail, she saw how he was trying so hard to mask his emotion.

“Bakugou…” (y/n) breathed, her hands grasping tight around his, he yanks them away.

“T-the hells your problem?” He stuttered, finding his angry tone waining. “You’re the one who’s crazy” and he walked away.

The boy had left her standing in the field, her bag for her parents house on the ground and scattered of her things. She didn’t care. But apparently he cared for her.

[littlemonstert-blog]

Mortal Kombat Jacqui Briggs

Bit of a rant

yea a pretty boring character.

Man I watched this video on why Jacqui Briggs is boring. Ya'know what she is.

No matter, how much you change her gameplay. No matter, how much change her character design. Jacqui character wise & story wise is boring. She's Jax mini me with arm gauntlets similar to Sonya & Jax. Couple interesting things about her is once a professional kickboxer, bit of a tech wiz / great pilot and the fiance to Takeda.

Which is honestly rare black female characters don't usually get love interests. Jacqui relationship with Takeda is cute hopefully we can see more in the next game or maybe a comic.

Hell, in the comics (Mortal combat x comics) I read a while back she's just Cassie's "Best friend" (you know how that goes) and has no story arc of her own. Unless you count her dad being overprotective, not wanting her to be a soilder and them clashing not much onscreen.

Early concept art: MKx she looks more intresting of a character ( Looks like a punk rocker wild child, mechainc fighter or maybe Special forces gone rogue). by marco nelor

hell even hairstyles look better than the damn straight back braids. Also prefer the locs in this art.

Some sorta street fighter wild child or at least station at Outworld

They are much more intresting then what she was left with.

Mkx, look at more the trickel down to Jax Jr. Got left with the most generic fits.

Mk11 concept art at least they play around with different outfits suprisingly dresses at that. (game skin version still looks a mess to me).

(first concpt: love some of the dresses & sleeker arm/leg designs)

But oh no they did it again. Glad none of these got turned into a skin (maybe the basketball one could be intresting)

if you want a character to be remember you need a good color scheme and make them pop. Need to stop going the safest route I know there in the military but there in Special Forces.

Examples Kimberly street fighter

Dolores King of Fighters- dark colors and making it pop with the accsents

Weapon Wise

Meh, gauntlets are like a boring version of Shuri from black panther movie(1 not 2). Almost got a little iron man to them, better than the one in the game(mkx) . Mkx concept art

In early looks for mkx she had intresting choices

She has a sword, tonfa sticks, amy knifes. (art 8) Other pic idk what she got like a knife on her leg, sword on her back. Don't even know if that a gun or some type a shield maybe both in her hand. Last two look like brass knuckles and metal claws.

I've seen people saying guns in fighting games when (people have magical or some other type of ablities) are boring if you stick to a regular gun. I've seen anime and games make guns intresting.

Final Fantasty 8, Final Fantasy 10, Rwby, Batman: Arkham Knight and etc. also Magical girl series if I find it. If they want to kept the Subaru Nakajima & Yang Xiao Long or maybe Bakugo.

Mk11- Added body armor and leg thrusters ( Idk that's what they called them when I looked him up) to take on the superhumans I guess. Maybe they could make her gauntlets sleeker & not bulky ( Even not a ripoff version of Jax & sonya weapons)

Honestly if they just take the time with her and change a bit of her story and flesh out her personality it could work.

Extra: Her gameplay is amazing and add to the fact they have to nerf her twice in mkx and mk11. She went from a keepaway to a rushdown.

[thephamilybusiness]

Head cannon:

Bakugo exclusively listens to Falling In Reverse because he thinks being an Edgelord™ is a compliment and he wants everyone to know he's off his rocker

Specifically I’m Not A Vampire

I can just see Deku walking past Bakugo’s room with the door open and seeing Bakugo’s whole ass choreographed number that includes a section that is literally

Hi 🧍🏼

My name is

[Dan]

But like Bakugo genuinely thinks this makes him cool and intimidating

Shinso is constantly making fun of him behind his back about it too

[quiveringdeer]

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

Thank you babe! 😍💖🤩

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

I went to my 2023 Wrapped and shuffled it and "So" by Christian Kuria popped up which i wouldnt have expected to hear at all! I really like the chill vibe of it though. If i listened to it on repeat more I might associate it with certain fictional character ships but for now nothin is poppin up.

also decided to choose my "liked" playslist and this popped up

Come and Get It by I Prevail

Everytime they pop up I can't help but think of Bakugo in a rock band cause one of the singers' voices is exactly how I remember Bakugo's voice sounding in the anime and that association can't be broken now -So yeah, then I start spiraling into drummer/rocker Katsuki feelings and craving fics

everyone free to ask me more from my ask meme tag!

for this particular post click﹟random get-to-know-me ask game  !! 

[hoodbnha]

Jirou really mentioned him helping her with her notes. You know they all had a meeting to come up with nice things to say to him, and she had to think FAST 😂😂😂

Bro Hori dead tryna convince me these kids really would be down to drag him back to the dorm like this and there go Kaminari blowing his cover like "Yeah we have nothing in common"

[ramhadu]

I haven’t posted in a while but I have this 🤡

Like most of my art I made this at two am on impulse 🥰🥰🥰 enjoy

[pervysenpaix]

@bookwormsenpai babe my mind has been heavy and I just wanted to piggyback off of your Rocker!Bakugo

18+|MDNI

Rocker!Bakugo who sends security to escort you to backstage to his dressing room— slamming you against the door as soon as you walk in and pulling you into a bruising kiss.

Rocker!Bakugo licks into your mouth, sucking on your tongue while his ring clad fingers travel up your his oversized band tee, thumbs tracing over your pebbling nipples through your lacy bra.

Rocker!Bakugo who groans when your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking his head back to get better access to his neck. Sucking dark hickeys over his pale skin— marking your territory for all the groupies that tried it.

Rocker!Bakugo would never admit it but he loves when you take charge. Pushing his chest hard until he lands on his ass, climbing on top of him and slotting your mouths back together.

Rocker!Bakugo kisses all over your chest. Suckling your nipples while you work on his belt and unzip his lengthy member— rock hard and leaking pre.

Rocker!Bakugo’s eyes cross when you pull your panties to the side and sink down on his cock in one go. Wet walls trembling around his dick.

Please play with Rocker!Bakugo’s nipples. Lick the pads of your thumbs and circle his puffy pink peaks while you grind against his cock. Not bouncing just pushing him deeper and deeper into your heat.

Rocker!Bakugo turns into a moaning mess when you pinch his pierced nipples and tug as you start to hop on his cock.

Rocker!Bakugo is definitely an ass man so he’d have one hand full of your doughy cheeks with the other rubbing tight circles over your clit.

Rocker!Bakugo would definitely degrade you — calling you a “stupid slutty Whore” but in the same breathe whine “feels so good mommy - gonna cum”.

Rocker!Bakugo curses your name when your pussy clenched on him like a Vice grip, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his cries cause it just feels so go that you’re milking his cock until his seed runs down your thighs.

Rocker!Bakugo flicks your forehead when you collapse against his chest giggling like an idiot but he joins with a deep chuckle.

Rocker!Bakugo draws circles on your lower back and whispers sweet nothings while the two of you bask in the afterglow.

[shutit-haha]

Rocker Bakugo pt.2

Rocker Bakugo who writes a song about you. He's angsty and pissed, rather than to admit he's in his feels he just composes this whole piece about not needing you. Low-key it's a fuckin banger.

Rocker Bakugo who keeps you as his manager. You're good at your job, he was lying about people being better than you. No one is better than you. You're the best at everything. Your great with contracts, and his temper, great at loving him, and pushing him to do better.

Rocker Bakugo who says it's only until he can find a replacement but he misses having you around. The apartment's so fucking empty and after about a week he gets fed up with only seeing you for work stuff. So he demands for you to stop by the studio, to watch and listen. (Like you used too.) You know he only misses you, but you'd be damned if you let him off easy.

Rocker Bakugo who plays the song in front of you. He's smug about it too, like he didn't practically plead for you to watch him. (Again.) You're pissed, because what an ass! So of course you make him play it again, and again, and again. After about the third time you let the rest of the band leave but not Bakugo, he has to stay.

Rocker Bakugo who's grumbling and playing shitty now because he's pissed. He's growling and playing harder than he need too. If he keeps this up he might just break something or drain himself entirely. You're a jerk though, you keep poking him and poking him.

"Do you know what you're doing?" You're being condescending. You speak to him as of he were some incompetent child, stare doing little to help negate that idea.

Rocker Bakugo who feels like one. He can see his Mother's gaze right after five year old him has thrown a fit. He sees it in you and it irks him. "Of course I know what the hell I'm doing, I made the damn thing!"

"Let me see the sheet," you're in front of him now. You're standing centered in front of his drum set hand out stretched for the sheet music. Now he really does feel like a little boy. And isn't that what he is? A huffy child who misses his mommy.

"I've got it," he snarls at you, snapping slightly.

You snatch the sheet anyways returning to your spot on the wall. "Play."

"Ain't shit to read."

"You don't got it memorized," you cock a brow. "Play."

"I will dammit!"

Rocker Bakugo who fucks it up. "Do it again." You command him knowing that the poor boy is tired.

"I can't," he mumbles.

"What?"

"I said I can't!" His chest is rising and falling way too quickly, his hair covers his face as to prevent you from seeing his eyes. His arms sag from how sore they are, and there's a slight shake too him. "I'm fuckin' tired, can't keep doing this shit."

"Then I need a new cash cow."

His head snaps forward, eyes meeting yours with a nasty glare. "You know damn well I can't play when you take away the sheet music."

You took a step forward, "you made the damn thing. Figured with how proud and confident you were in it, it'd be hard to forget."

"You're being a b-" He sucks air in through his teeth, slamming down his sticks and tilting his head back so he can breathe.

"Oh but you can turn me into a song? I don't want to be some jingle for a monster energy can Bakugo." You're halfway to him, only a couple steps left. "Do it again."

"I can't."

"Again Bakugo."

"I'm fuckin' tired."

Rocker Bakugo who knows you're still mad at him. He doesn't know how to make it up to you, he doesn't even know how to start.

Rocker Bakugo who tries anyways. He picks up the sticks and starts playing your favorite song. Your gaze softens, it isn't enough but it works for now. The both of you are so tired, you hate sleeping alone and that scene just keeps playing in his head.

His voice is hoarse and dry so when he sings its awful, but it makes you laugh. You're humming with him, just content to be in the same space without all that tension. "I know you're not out to get me, I trust you. Sometimes being at the top-"

"Means you forget to be grounded," the two of you speak in unison.

"Works the other way too," you start. "When you're always looking up, you forget there's trouble even in the stars. Constellations tell stories of heartbreak and death, and all I can think of is-"

"Walking on the clouds," he finishes for you. There's a smug little smirk on his face, pleased that he can still remember that line of yours.

"You gonna behave drummer boy?" Your hand cups his cheek, "gonna keep playing the beat to my heart."

He kisses your palm, and sets the sticks down. "Read over the thingy, was a lot better than I originally thought it was."

"I don't know who told you it wasn't."

"Kaminari had overheard something from the other negotiation team and made a dumbass assumption."

"And you believed it?"

"Was blindsided, sweetheart."

"You owe me."

"I know," he grabs at your waist. "Just come home," his other hand covers the one you have on his cheek.

Rocker Bakugo who has to have make-up sex with you. It's part of your dynamic. When the two of you were in high school you used argue over the smallest of things just so that you could bang afterward. As you guys went to college it became a little more difficult, having to learn that sex didn't make up for communication. Though the two of you struggle with words, you've definitely gotten better. And well any progress is progress.

Rocker Bakugo who some how ends up underneath you. When you said he owed you he didn't expect edging to be the price. Yet here he was in a dopey cow headband, with leather cuffs on each wrist as you edge him till he breaks.

Rocker Bakugo who's too lost in his orgasm to notice you taking a picture. It's deserved though, you'll just count it as part of the punishment.

[hisgoodpuppy]

finally! it’s here! to celebrate 500 followers here on tumblr, i wanted to open a small collab. a 1900s-2000s decades themed collaboration! this is my very first time hosting a collab, so be kind to me!

c o l l a b i n f o : pieces are written based on a specific period in time. some examples would be greaser!levi, speakeasy owner!geto suguru, milkman!kageyama, or even gogo dancer!reader.

r u l e s : to participate you need your age in bio. character doubling is allowed, but must be differing decades. minimum word count is 500, but headcanons are allowed. to sign up please reply to this post, send an ask, or DM ! first come, first serve ! can be fluff, smut, angst, or DC.

d u e d a t e : december 30th, but can submit before !

- all submissions will be reblogged (maybe multiple times)

f a n d o m s : hq, mha, jjk, tokrev, aot

haikyuu!

jock!kuroo // 60s ( @chickentendieboi )

my hero academia

soldier!bakugo x lounge singer!reader // 20s ( @tetsurousharlot )

rocker!kaminari x groupie!reader // 80s ( @nocturnalazura )

mafia leader!hawks // ( @yesitsmewhataboutit )

aizawa x speakeasy owner!reader // 20s ( @cloudyyangel )

bartender!kiri x waitress!reader // 20s ( @scarlettriot )

jujutsu kaisen

soldier!toji x front lines nurse!reader // 40s ( @aztecbrujeria )

tokyo revengers

jazz club owner!draken // 40s ( @hisgoodpuppy )

ran x fem!reader // 90s ( @kshira )

bassist!mitsuya + keytaurist!chifuyu // 80s ( @blkladyelle )

spy!hanma x spy!reader // 60s ( @chronic-claire-universe )

attack on titan

asylum patient!levi // 40s ( @mistyfoxsong )

[tok-hoe-yami]

Y/n x bakugo. valentines day

Not proofread

 i hate valentines day.

 i hate the stupid pink hearts that are damn near everywhere 

 i hate all these damn confessions from useless extras.

 i hate the stupid lovey dovey looks everybody gives each other

 i hate that its in the coldest month of the year

 and i hate that even more useless extras are making a beeline for y/n

don’t they have anything better to do than go after my partner.... on the other hand if they didn’t i’d be just as pissed dont get me wrong they can tone it down a couple of notches but  y/n is perfect in every way even when they aren’t they just are and they deserve all of the praise they get even if it tips me off my rocker that’s just the way it is plus its not like they get to be their number one that’s a speciel spot with kasuki bakugo ingraved in the wall and i’d be a goddamn liar if i said that dumbass didn’t do the same so no i don’t really care i know that they got it and if they dont i know i’m the first one they’ll call cause that’s just the way it is, y/n is my partner and i’m their boyfriend and i hate valentines day  but they love it so i guess thats why im at at their door with their favorite flowers and snacks and one of my hoodies because the ones she already has probably don’t smell like me anymore about to stay up as long as they want me too watching way to cheesy amarican romance movies because they suggested it  hmm i guess i really am a simp 

            i can hear them stomp and then fall down the stairs untill they finally get to the door and opens it looking like they just ran  a marathon “hey..oh” the greeting they had started lost once their eyes fell on the gifts in my arms 

“h-happy valentines day or whatever” why tf am i studdering  

“oh kats you didn’t need too” oh yeah 

“if you don’t like them ill just keep it!”

“hey! no way over my dead body”

“tch s’what i thought” 

“mmmh” their sticking their tounge at me meh i deserve it plus its kinda cute

“hey earth to kacchan you coming?” 

“ uh yeah”

they sit one the couch and pat the spot next to them and i do nothing but comply 

“hey y/n” 

“mhm” 

“ i love you “

“i love you too”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ as per usual copyright laws exist so leave my shiz alone and re-blogs are always welcome❤ pls like and have a great valentines day ❤

[unrealghosts]

BNHA fic recs for people who are caught up with the manga

i think this needs to exist. feel free to add on, god knows i need it lol

Stuck With You - While trying to pursue Izuku, Ochako gets stuck to him via a mishap with Mineta's quirk. (Featuring a grouchy, sleep deprived Izuku and a stubborn Ochako.)

Deja Vu - Waking up in his 15 year old body was the last thing Izuku could have expected to happen to him.

Getting blown up? Sure. Stabbed? Yeah. Having to stop an apocalypse? Usual Wednesday morning.

But fighting against his own nature to save those around him just to preserve his future? For once, he was completely out of his league.

And he couldn't punch his way out of this one.

Galaxies & Universes, Nebulae & More (Won’t You Let Me Show You It All?) - Izuku doesn’t understand why they want him back; he’ll just hurt them anyway.

Time Is A Powerful Tool - Midoriya Izuku is a normal teenager.

Stuck in an apocalypse, seeing dead people, fighting a super villian, dying, somehow going back in time.

Just your typical teenager stuff right?

Of ashes and moonlight - Tenko Shimura, later known as Tomura Shigaraki was raised by All for one as the perfect villain, an instrument of revenge against the number one hero, because only the number one villain of all time showed him any kind of compassion, when he needed it the most.

But what if someone got to him before All for one. What if Tenko learned the kindness of a single individual, before All for one took him in? How would that change everything going forward?

Tea in a bar - tldr; the LOV kidnapped Izuku while he was in the middle of getting dinner and much to their surprise Izuku is just tired and would rather simply enjoy some of Kurogiri's tea

i just wanna be with you (even if you don't feel the same) - a snippet of katsuki's thoughts at kamino ward during chapter 321.

take his hand - As he went to grab Izuku's hand, Katsuki realized he had no control. He watched in horror as he once again smacked Izuku's hand away. Those pretty green eyes filled with tears. Katsuki wanted to reach out, scream, apologize, anything.

Deku & Top Three Team-Up : In the Past!? - A mysterious Villain accosts the Top Three, after the War has ended.

His Quirk? Time-Travel.

His motivations? Understandable. All he wants is just to see his family alive and happy again, after the horror of the Rampage of Gigantomachia.

What better way than to send the Top Three Heroes back, to fix the problems that they created through their weaknesses?

Too bad Deku got sent back with them. Or is this a good thing? No one can actually tell.

Shared pain equals ... love?Shared pain equals ... love? - One and a half years have passed since Midoriya Izuku left UA to save Shigaraki and the world. The war has been over for half a year now, but the green haired boy that the entire class had adored still wasn't back. It was summer vacation of their third year, when Uraraka felt like she couldn't handle it anymore. She decides to finally turn to the one person she knew loved Deku just as much as she did; The one and only, Bakugo Katsuki.

A Collectors Rumination - Apparently there’s a new vigilante running around, so ragged and scraped up from battle that you wouldn’t even know he’s a hero. Honestly- She wonders what kind of a person you’d have to be to give heroics a try now.

Shattered Moon - “IZUKU MIDORIYA!" The stern yet unhinged voice of class A's resident rocker shook most of the class, along with the masked man they stood opposed to.

"Jirou, I'm not coming back." Deku quickly responded. "I'm not making any of you more of a target."

Aftermath - After Deku leaves, Katsuki only has a letter and a Diary as an explanation.

thats all i got for now folks please please please reblog with more additions i am in dire need of content after that latest chapter fr

[scarlettriot]

hi! I saw you were looking for reqs/prompts & I happen to keep a list handy. This one always makes me think of Kiri ❤️

“Ssh, stop fussing. I’m trying to braid your hair.”

If it sparks some inspiration for you, cool! If not, don’t worry about it 💕

Okay, but, this is so cute!

Imma run with it! So drabble... really, really fluffy, this is your warning! The reader is GN.

GirlDad!Kiri, right? He's at least 6'5'' and built like a mountain and yet he's sitting in the middle of his daughter's bedroom with her plopped in his lap while she rambles on about all the things she's gonna do when she becomes a hero just like her daddy.

She wiggling around because she just really wants to show him a new trick and he just really wants to get this tiny green bow in her hair! And sure enough, she weasels away before he has the chance.

His adorable daughter is climbing up her bed, activating her quirk, and jumping up in the air with a squeal of delight that turns into shrieking laughter when he scoops her into his arms. "Alright, my little pebble, I need ya to stop fussing for just one minute so I can finish braiding your hair, okay?"

She pouts, looking up at him through thick inky black lashes, and he almost caves, but he knows if he doesn't do this, then you'll have to. And you looked so tired after being up all night with the baby.

"We can play heroes and villains after..."

The pout turns into a grin. "Otay. But I need the owange bow then. Imma be dyn-might!" He loosens his hold enough so she can crawl free of his arms and rummage around to find the bow that matched Bakugo's hero costume. Returning to the floor and waiting patiently now as he braids back her hair.

"Now, you're ready to kick some villain butt!"

>>><<<

You woke up a few hours later, enterally grateful that it was your husband's day off and he got up with your five-year-old so you could scramble together a few hours of sleep.

Not that it surprised you. Eijiro was a fantastic father and a wonderful husband, anything any of you needed, he was there to provide. Even if what your daughter needed was a bad guy to beat up in your living room on a Friday afternoon.

Looking on, you saw Eijiro laying flat on his back, long red hair all fanned out while he pretended to be knocked out, your child bouncing up and down on his chest making explosion noises. "I gotchu! You unmanly bad person! DIE!"

Ah, she was Dynamight today.

From the rocker, your 9-month old cheered her big sister on.

Eijiro sprang to life, tossing the girl up in the air screaming with laughter. "Wait, wait, firecracker," He chuckled and shushed her. "I know uncle Kats is loud but we gotta stay quiet when someone's sleepin' right?"

"'S fine, Ei."

You let your daughter run into your arms while she tried convincing you to join in their game. Eijiro standing, cracking his back, and then kissing your temple.

"We didn't wake you, did we?" You shook your head and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, knowing you were still exhausted but unable to sleep anymore.

"Coffee or tea, love?"

A/N: I changed the prompt wording a little bit, hope that was okay! Thank you for the request!! I smiled so much thinking about all this domestic fluff! If you have any more, please feel free to send them my way!

[backtobackbakubabe]

Speak Easy Part 7

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 3515

Masterlist

*Smutty this chapter*

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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“Please… I want to feel something. I need you to- I need you to make me forget, even it’s just for a little while.” His thumb was rubbing over your cheekbone. “Just don’t treat me like I’m fragile. I’m so sick of this numb and broken feeling.”

You knew you weren’t thinking clearly. You knew there was a very good possibility you’d regret this later. But right now… all you wanted was for Dabi to drown out all the thoughts in your head. You wanted to be consumed by him, wanted him to work you over until this numb feeling in your chest went away.

You expected him to be aggressive and he didn’t disappoint. His lips were on you, kissing and biting any skin exposed to him and when that wasn’t enough, his hands literally tore your shirt to pieces. His lips immediately connecting to your collarbone and trailing down. He spoke to you between kisses, his voice husky with need. “Red means stop. Yellow means slow down. Green means good to go. Repeat it back to me.”

He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and your back arched to push your breasts closer to him. His hand heated up and slapped the tit that wasn’t currently in his mouth. “I said repeat it back to me.”

You sucked in a breath, “Red i-is stop.” His hand came down to tease your clit through your underwear. “Y-yellow is slow down.” He started to rub firm circles, making you moan in appreciation. “Green is-“ He began to suck a bruise into your neck.

“Green is what?”

A tear ran down your cheek. “Green is… AH! Good!”

“Good girl.” He pulled your underwear down your legs and it wasn’t until then that you remembered your period. You weakly started to push his hand away as it traveled up your thigh. “I haven’t forgotten y/n. I also don’t care. I’ve blood on my hands before.”

He shoved two fingers into your sopping entrance and started to pump them in a hard but slow pace. He had only just begun, and you were already beginning to feel blissed out. You didn’t know how pent up you had been until he had you unraveling at even the slightest touch.

Your nails dug into his shoulder which had him chuckling. “Oh baby… I haven’t even gotten started yet and you’re already losing your mind.” His fingers quickened their pace and his other hand grabbed the hair at the back of your head forcing you to look at him. I want those eyes open and on me.” You shivered at the sound of his voice. It wasn’t a suggestion. “Do you understand?”

You nodded your head as you stared into his blue eyes. Afraid your voice would give away how desperate you were. He wasn’t satisfied with that though. He tugged on your hair, “Use your words, I want to hear that sweet voice of yours.” He put his forehead on yours his nose brushing against yours. “Now let’s try that again… Do you understand?”

You whined as his fingers started to slow down. “Y-yes..”

“Yes… what?” His lips ghosted over yours while the palm of his hand began pressing into your clit.

“Yes sir…” Your fingers twisted into his white hair trying to pull him closer to you to close the distance between your lips.

He didn’t budge. Keeping his lips right on top of yours but not touching. “A little louder baby I can’t hear you.”

You could feel your orgasm starting to build and your eyes instinctively closed as you let your head fall back against the mirror. A needy moan slipping past your lips.

Dabi growled and bit your nipple hard, pulling on it with his teeth. Your eyes shot open and you screamed. “YES SIR! Ah… Dabi

He cooed in your ear, “Shhh, such a quick leaner. Look at you fucking falling apart on just my fingers.” He curled his fingers making you gasp in pleasure as he managed to hit that spot over and over again. “Good girls get to cum. Have you been a good girl y/n?”

You were panting now, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes. “Yes! Oh god please let me come daddy!”

The sound that left Dabi’s lips was practically feral. “Daddy huh? Well Daddy is going to fucking ruin this pussy. After I’m done with you, no one else will be ever be good enough. I’ll make you cum again and again until the only though in that empty little head is ‘thank you daddy’.” His fingers picked up the pace and you felt yourself tighten around them.

“That’s it baby. Show daddy how much you like it. I want to hear how much you love Daddy’s fingers!”

You cried out as you felt your orgasm take over. Waves of pleasure taking over you. You didn’t even know what words left your mouth as you babbled in bliss.

You felt Dabi’s body heat tear away from you momentarily before hearing the shower turn on. Before you had time to react you were scooped up into his arms and he was walking you into the hot spray. You didn’t know when he had, had time to take his clothes off but here he was buck ass naked pulling your back to his bare chest.

There was a seat in there that he had gotten for you. He took a seat and pulled you into his lap. His lips found the juncture where you shoulder met you neck. One of his hands came up to fondle you tit, fingers tweaking your nipple while the other squeezed your hip. “Color?”

You leaned back into him letting your head rest on his shoulder, “Green.”

The hot spray of the shower was hitting your chest and abdomen. You hummed in pleasure as he continued to lavish your neck in kisses.

Then with absolutely no warming he was shoving himself into you in one long hard thrust. The only hint of patience being when he stopped to let you adjust to his size. You screamed and your nails dug into his thighs. “That’s it let me hear you.” He slowly dragged his cock out to the tip before slamming you back on top of it. It was almost painful but in the best kind of way. “Let me hear that sweet little siren song huh? Let me hear the voice that’s so powerful it had a whole hero agency scared shitless.” He thrust into you again his lips at the shell of your ear. “I want to hear the voice that make men crumble to their knees… and I want to know that it’s singing my praises.”

His pace was slow but aggressive. You could already feel your second orgasm building and you couldn’t hold back your moans even if you tried. They only spurred him on.

Suddenly he was standing and flipping you around, so you were bent over holding the chair for support. His hips snapped into you as he picked up the pace. A hot hand came down on your ass cheek before snaking down to your front and playing with your clit again. “Ah fuck… yes. Thank you daddy. Please don’t stop! I’m gonna I-I’m gonna… AH!”

“You’re doing so great baby. You take my cock like you were made for it. No one could take this cock like you do. You’re so good… Cum for me. Come on you can do it, I know you can.”

You rockers your hips back into him a few times before gasping as you started to clench around him. “Oh baby you’re so fucking tight. God you feel so good.” You came even harder than you had the first time and felt your arms give out. You would have fallen forward if Dabi hadn’t caught you.

“Oh no baby doll. I’m not done with you yet… I heard all things, good or bad, come in threes… So, what do you say?” His dick that was still in you twitched. “Think you have another orgasm in you?” He chuckled when you only whined in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He pulled out of you only long enough to turn you around to face him. You couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming over his naked body as this was the first time you had seen it. You thought you saw something that looked like insecurity briefly flash in his eyes, but you didn’t have enough time to ponder it because he was manhandling you once again.

He leaned your back against the shower wall lips finding yours. His fingers ghosted a trail from the side of your breast, down you side, until he reached your knee. He hooked a hand under it before pulling it up until your ankle was resting over his shoulder. He continued to kiss you as he repeated this process to your other leg.

The stretch in your muscles was bordering on uncomfortable as he basically folded you in half like a fucking taco. You didn’t have time to complain though as he thrust his throbbing dick back into you.

It was softer this time though. His forehead leaned on yours as he slowly fucked into you. “What’d I say about keeping your eyes open sweetheart. I need you to look at me. Now open up those pretty eyes for me huh?”

You bit your lip and blushed as you looked into eyes. “Oh no need to be shy now.” His hand came up to push some of your wet hair out of your face. “You are so-“ His hips started to stutter a little. “Fucking perfect.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you are broken, or weak. You are a fucking fighter, you are so strong.”

A broken moan left his lips and you could tell he was almost at his limit. He began to eratically pump into you, hitting that hidden spot inside you every… single… time.

“Please Dabi, I can’t. It’s too much!” You struggled to keep your eyes open but you somehow managed.

“Yes you CAN! COLOR?”

Your hands gripped into his shoulder and you accidentally activated your quirk. You closed your eyes before you could connected with his thoughts, but there was nothing you could do about the skin to skin contact. You were hit with not only your own pleasure but his as well and it immediately overwhelmed the both of you. It was like an endless cycle of pleasure feeding into each other.

“Oh my FUCK! GREEN, GREEN, GREEN! SHIT GREEN!” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your legs shook violently with your intense orgasm.

He growled loudly as he released inside of you. “Shit I’m cumming. You took me by surprise you fucking naughty girl.” He pumped into you a few more times before stilling inside of you.

The only sound for the next few minutes was that of your labored breaths. His fingers traced patterns into your skin. You hissed when he finally pulled out of you. He put you feet back on the floor but had to keep his hands on you to keep you steady.

He reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of body wash. You felt like putty in his hands. Letting him clean you while massaging your sore muscles. It wasn’t until the water started to grow cold that he wrapped you in a towel and carried you back to your room. You fell asleep sometime after getting dressed for bed. The weight of the past few days finally lifting off of your shoulders.

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Dabi pulled your sleeping form on top of him slipping his warm hands on your lower back, much like he had the other night. You nuzzled into his neck and sighed. Your small hands gripping his shirt in your sleep.

Later that night he stared at the ceiling as his fingers carded through your hair. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew he didn’t need to read too much into what had just happened between the two of you. You had literally asked him for a distraction. If that’s what you needed, then he’d gladly give it to you. He just hoped you didn’t regret it.

He knew this was temporary. He knew soon enough you’d leave here and end up with someone like Bakugo. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth. He saw the way you looked at each other. There was history there that he couldn’t ignore. Part of him knew you deserved to have someone like Bakugo at you side.

He couldn’t afford to let himself get too attached to you. He was already too close. Any closer and he would never let you leave. He needed to be careful.

*

The next day you woke up to an empty bed, which surprised you because you almost always woke up before Dabi… Oh shit Dabi. Your mind replayed last night’s events and you felt your face heat up. You had asked him to make you feel something and he delivered… three times.

You grudgingly rolled out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. The whole way there you practiced what you would say in your head. You expected him to find him sitting in the kitchen with his cocky smirk eating breakfast. You expected sly comments and maybe even an attempt at round 2 on the kitchen counter.

What you didn’t expect was to walk into an empty kitchen. You shrugged thinking maybe he was in his room doing only God knows what.

You headed to the pantry to grab stuff to make breakfast but saw a note written in the most childish handwriting pinned to the fridge.

“Had to run some errands. Try not to die while I’m gone, and don’t leave the house. There’s a phone in the office for emergencies. – Dabi”

You couldn’t stop the feeling of dread that washed over you. He wasn’t here. You were alone. He hadn’t even asked you, he just left.

You nervously made your way around the house checking every single widow and door to make sure they were locked and secured. Your nerves were all over the place. You were definitely giving him a piece of your mind when he got home. You momentarily debated if you should call Katsuki, but after what happened last night you didn’t know if you could face him. You refused to feel guilty for sleeping with Dabi, but you did at least acknowledge that it would hurt Katsuki if he found out, and that made you sad.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You hadn’t had a free day to yourself in a very long time. You used to love days like this. You’d usually order a bunch of take out, pop open a bottle of wine and binge watch TV.

Your circumstances might be a little different now. You may not be able to order take out, but you knew Dabi had a wine cellar and a TV. You snooped around the kitchen before you found some frozen pizzas. This had the potential to be a good fay after all. Maybe a break was what you needed. You still had some lingering anger with him about the whole drowning fiasco, and it your frustration only grew with his little disappearing act.

You didn’t know how long to cook the pizza, so you just guessed. You chuckled at the thought of Dabi coming home to you burning the house down trying to make a pizza.

You took what looked like a very expensive bottle of wine and plopped your ass on the couch. You could watch whatever you wanted, and it didn’t matter because Dabi wasn’t here to be grumpy about it.

You were one pizza, two bottles of wine, and three seasons into your free day, and you were loving it. You hadn’t felt so… normal in a long time.

You were putting a second pizza into the over when you heard the front door slam close.

You held your breath and grabbed the closest thing to you which was a spatula. You held it close to your chest as you slowly rounded the corner. You practically ran straight into a hard wall of muscle. You immediately started swatting at them with a drunken war cry.

“OW! Shit stop it you fucking gremlin it’s just me!” Dabi yanked the spatula from your grasp and used it to swat at your ass. “Seriously you’re in a kitchen full of knives and shit and your first instinct was to grab the spatula.”

You yelped as he swatted at your ass again. “Heyy you’re lucky it wasn’t *hiccup* a knife or I’d ‘ave stabbed you.”

“Oh yeah? I’d be more afraid of you stabbing yourself with how drunk you are.” He took a look around and smirked, “Looks like you’ve had a good day.”

The timer for the pizza went off and you practically jumped out of your skin. “Oh! Pizza! You want some?”

Dabi shook his head, “Unlike you, I’ve had a very, very bad day. I think I’m going to head to bed early.”

Your lip stuck out in a pout, “Oh come ooooooon. You’ve been gone *hiccup* all day!” You lunged at him and wrapped your arms around him. You noticed him wince and you pulled away to see your shirt was now covered in blood… his blood. The sight was nearly enough to sober you up on the spot.

“Dabi! What the hell? What happened?”

He tried to take a step away from you, “Nothing, some of my staples just ripped out. It’s not a big deal.”

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. “Staples my ass! Dabi you’ve been stabbed!”

He groaned, “I’m fine! It’s not even that bad. Just a flesh wound.” The smell of smoke came from the oven, “Please take out the pizza before you burn the house down.”

“The pizza! Shit hold on.” You took a step towards the oven but came back and pointed at him. “Don’t. Move. I’ll be right back.”

He wanted to be irritated as he watched you skip off towards the oven. You were a cute drunk. A stupid drunk, but cute all the same. He watched you reach in to grab the pizza without any oven mits like an idiot, “Y/N! Stop! You’re going to burn yourself.”

He hissed through his teeth as he pushed through the pain to shove you away from the oven. You wobbled a little before your eyes settled back on Dabi. “Oops.” You giggled and put on the oven mits and took out the pizza. It was a little charred in some places, but you didn’t seem to mind. “Okay! Game plan… We eat pizza until I’m not drunk and then I sew you up.”

Dabi took a seat in a high bar stool at the kitchen island and you hopped up on the counter to sit practically between his legs. “That sounds like a terrible idea. I can handle it. I told you it’s not that bad.”

You took a huge bite of pizza, “Well if it’s not that bad then it should be something I can handle then.” Dabi opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off by shoving a piece of pizza in in his face. “Nope! No negotiations. Law number eleven accept help when it’s offered!”

He rolled his eyes as he took the slice from you. “You’re fucking stubborn you know that?”

“I am well aware. Now you going to tell me about how you got stabbed?”

He avoided eye contact and nibbled at his pizza. “Nope. That’s between me and the dumbass who was stupid enough to do it.”

You hadn’t expected him to tell you, but it still irked you that he was hiding things from you. “Law number twelve. No lying.”

Dabi could hear the hurt in your voice and he sighed. “I’m not lying, I’m just not telling you.”

You glared at him, “Not telling me is just a lie of omission!”

He brushed your hair out of your face, “Did you learn that in hero school.”

You pressed your cheek into his hand. “Will you please let me know the next time you decide to leave? It was kind of scary being by myself.”

He felt kind of bad for leaving without saying anything but he couldn’t risk you finding out what he was up too. He gave you a smirk, “Aw did you miss me?”

Your eyes looked into his and without any hesitation, “Yes.”

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. “I’ll compromise with you. I’ll let you bandage my little cut, but I promise it doesn’t need stitches.”

You smiled and tried to hop off the counter. Your equilibrium was still a little off though because you ended up in Dabi’s lap. He smirked, “After all this time, still falling for me huh?”

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[thelreads]

And now, back to class 1-A, let’s see how many names I can remember.

Funny that the story and real life almost matched, as we currently sit on the second week of December, the dreaded Friday of the year... Let’s see how they are cooping with the impeding doom that is Mariah rising to destroy humanity.

Alright let’s see,- From right to left we have Mina, Kaminari, Phil Swift, Kirby, Kermit- Yeah okay, I remember everyone we’re in the game boyos!

And Bakugo is pissed that he was left out of the interview, even though he was pissed off that he was doing the interview- Make up your goddamn mind you bastard, good lord I’m like, 3 pages in and I already want to hit you with a chair. Truly, it’s like we never left...

Oh, more of them, alright. Broccoli, lil Soga, Tensei jr, mini kong, then on the other panel the queen and the rocker lesbians- like I said, my memory is still intact after a whole year, I can remember anything.

And don’t fret over that Momo, he still hasn’t get through his head that he needs to tone down his attitude. He got a few vibe checks before, but he needs another one it seems. But having him shout at Midoriya from the other side of the classroom was funny, he was paying attention it seems.