#bakguou fluff

[bakukags]

infinite (bakugou x reader)

summary: You meet every Friday at the same bridge with a mysterious boy to exchange stories about each other's week. You've never exchanged names, but the connection between the two of you grows stronger—until he fails to show up one day. 

pairing: bakugou x gn! reader

genre: fluffy angst?

word count: 1,103

a/n: I'm back, but a little rusty! please let me know what you think so that I can improve my writing :)

It had happened one Friday. Then the next. And the next.

Suddenly, an entire year had passed, and the unspoken meetings had become permanently engrained in my routine. In my life.

Every Friday at 8pm, I would walk to the bridge and meet him there. We would talk for hours about everyone and everything - turns out being perfect strangers makes for perfect conversation.

But this Friday was different. Maybe it was the gravelly tone of his voice, like the side of an unpaved road. Or maybe it was the dark glitter in his red eyes, hazy yet warm, like wisps of smoke rising from the ashes.

“The stars are infinite.” He finally spoke after several moments of silence, the wind ruffling his hair. A blonde tendril of hair fell over his left eye. I resisted the urge to push it aside, to touch.

“And so is the sky. And the moon.” I let his voice wash over me, before looking back up at the sky, at the stars that spanned the entire universe. The same stars that were brightly reflected in his eyes.

“But we are ever so finite.” I murmured, instinctively finishing his thought. It was a debate we had often - how small we truly were in significance compared to the infinite spanning world.

He nodded, his eyes still on the sky. Then it suddenly hit me. While I knew this man’s stories and had glimpses of his thoughts, I didn’t know something as simple as his name. I opened my mouth to ask, but when I turned, he was already gone.

It’s okay. I could always ask him next Friday.

Except next Friday didn’t come. Or the Friday after. Each day I went to the bridge, hoping, praying, that he would heed our unspoken agreement. Yet he never came.

Finally, one night, I decided this would be the last time I would wait for him. 10 minutes slowly melted into 2 hours, until it was obvious he wasn’t coming and that l was an utter fool. I left, face flushed and arms shivering from the biting cold. My legs moved all on their own, right towards the nearest bar.

“Espresso martini, please.” I murmured, ready to take my mind off of everything.

While those talks may not have meant anything to him, they had meant nearly everything to me. Maybe I had just hoped that he had felt the same; that he had also found relief in talking to a perfect stranger. My mind swirled with memories - his low chuckle, sarcastic dry wit, infuriating smirk.

“Your drink.” The bartender cut off my thoughts, raising an eyebrow as I downed the drink and immediately ordered another. I looked away, a flush already rising on my cheeks, before catching sight of something familiar.

Red eyes.

He sat in a booth, nursing a beer. And though he was surrounded by people, his slouched posture and insistent foot tapping revealed his true feelings. He looked back at me and stiffened. We stared at each other, time seemingly frozen. Then he stood and walked towards me, maintaining eye contact.

When he sat down next to me, I looked away. Some part of me felt betrayed that he was spending his Friday nights like this instead of with me. Another part of me felt relieved that he was alright, that he was well.

“Bakugou Katsuki.” He murmured next to me. His name. I stiffened.

Katsuki? Like the hero Dynamite’s name?

“I should’ve told you sooner but then I got scared. That you’d treat me differently because of my occupation-”

“So you decided to leave?” The words come out sharpen than I intended. I feel rather than see him flinch.

“There were emergencies. I was on call for the past couple of Fridays.”

“And today?”

He let out a deep sigh.

“I was there. Watching you.” He paused, as if waiting for me to interject. I stayed silent. He cleared his throat.

“I thought about how life is so finite. How I’m so finite. But then, there’s you.” He turned to me, trying to look into my eyes. I refused to meet his gaze.

“You made me feel like it doesn’t matter if life is finite, as long as I can spend more time with you. And suddenly, Fridays didn’t feel enough. And that… that scared me.” He stopped for a second, swallowing. I met his eyes, and this time they were burning hot, like red coals being stoked in a fire.

“And then- well, then I thought about how if life is so finite, then you shouldn’t be wasting your time talking to me because there are so many other people that are better than me. People that could make sure you’re happy and safe.”

“Bakugou…” I expected the name to feel foreign on my tongue, but it somehow felt just right.

You do make me happy. Make me feel safe. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words died in my throat. He continued.

“Putting myself in danger to save others is easy, and it’s my job. But being with you? That would be like painting a target on your back. And I could never put you in danger for the sake of my own happiness. Ever.”

I understood. It made sense why he wanted us to remain perfect strangers. This way we could still be in each others lives without the risk of villains finding out, finite together. When things remained finite, it was safer because you knew the boundaries and limitations. You knew that at some point, it would end.

While I understood, I also didn’t agree.

“If we’re finite anyway,” I whispered hoarsely, finally meeting his gaze. “Then screw it. Let’s just do it.”

“But-”

“You make me happy. And you will continue to make me happy. Finitely or infinitely, it doesn't matter to me.” I peered into his eyes, pleading. We stared at each other for a moment, and I knew.

The stars were still in his eyes. And they were infinite.

[heartofjasmina]

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My Hero (BNHA)

Glorious (All Might x glory hole)

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Breeding Instincts (Multi character: Daichi, Kirishima, Deku, Bakugou, Iwaizumi)

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Kirishima's breeder balls

Bakugou x sleepy gf

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[bozowrites]

Letters to Bozo

Imagine (PART 1)

↳ In which two kids from different school have to pen pal one another, and who knew in a mere month, four letters, they’d fall in love? 

Pairing: Bakguou Katsuki × Fem!Reader

TW: none. 

Word count: idk

A/n: I’ll be giving you the nickname Bozo, but for other reasons than you think. It goes with the story a little.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

“We will begin doing pen pals every Friday, during your Japanese class, whether you like it or not.”

 “Who are we pen palling?” Ashido asked. “Ketsubutsu Academy.” Aizawa answered, sighing as a few students started muttering amongst themselves. “Will we get to chose who we talk to?” Aizawa shook his head no.

 “This is so fucking dumb.” Bakugou grumbled, kicking the air under his desk, bored by this idea. “It sounds fun!” Kirishima beamed. Aizawa sighed, ready for his nap, and said, “This is to help your writing and communication skills. Ms. Fukukado is the one who arranged this. I’ll pass you random letters, and who ever you get is your pen pal till the end of the month.”

Only a month Bakugou would have to endure this, once a week, which means four letters. Only four letters.

 Aizawa set a letter down on Bakugou’s desk, mumbling to him, “Preferably have no swears in your letter, please.” Bakugou rolled his eyes before opening the letter.

 Dear person who is reading this,

Seems you got me, huh? I’m not going to bore you with my favourite colour or anything of the sort if that’s what you thought, rather, how my day has gone. Just kidding. That’s boring too. I don’t know what the Hell to write to a teenager from one of the highest standard schools in Japan. Hm. Perhaps . . . no, that seems stupid. Been thinking about it for at least ten minutes and my brain still comes up empty. Ha, well, one of the good things about being a great writer and teacher’s pet, Miss Fukukado won’t check my work. She trusts—

 “You will all start working on your letters during the weekend, I want these sent in by Tuesday at the latest.” Bakugou looks up from the letter. He was so engrossed he almost forgot he was in class. The letter wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. And definitely not as boring as he thought it would be. “Between hundred to two-hundred words. That’s it, leave my classroom.”

All the kids started pilling out, all talking about the pen pal’s situation. Bakugou walked ahead of them all, taking long strides to get to the dorms, letter in hand. “Wait, bakubro!” Kirishima and Denki walked to either side of him. “Who’d you get?”

“Some idiot.” He grumbled. “Obviously. I got this girl, she seems super sweet.” Kirishima said, reading the letter in his own hands. “I got some weird dude that really likes turtles.” Denki mumbled sadly. “Can we trade?” Denki asked, well more like begged, Kirishima. The two got into a play fight, letting Bakugou slip away to go up to his dorm.

He sat on his bed, drying his hair from the shower he took after diner. The letter from earlier on his bedside table. He never got to finish reading it.

 —me enough to do it on my own, which is true, I can do it on my own. Miss would never accept this as a well written letter, it’s too bland, ask some questions she’d say. But I don’t want to. So, now, I get the advantage to say whatever I want, even something lewd, and she would have no idea. Well, that is if you don’t tell your teacher either, of course. Well, here’s a question; are you going to tell on me?

Sincerely,

Bozo <3

 Bakugou chuckled dryly. What kind of name was Bozo? This person had a way with words, he’ll admit. Not as good as Bakugou, of course, but it was close. Bakugou thought up some ways to respond, already up to finishing it now rather then later.

 Dear Bozo,

You realize Bozo is a meaning of a stupid, rude or insignificant person? Are you telling me you’re an insignificant, rude and/or stupid person? Or are you actually that stupid and didn’t know that. And you say you’re good at writing, yet you can’t come up with a single thing to ask me because of the school I go to. Sounds stupid, like your name, which is two points out of three. Care to tell me if the third is true? Though, I’m glad you didn’t go into fucking detail about how good your favourite colour is. I might have just flown my ass right over to Ketsubutsu Academy to rip your head off. If I have to write to someone, I don’t want someone boring, which you have yet to show any signs of being. Keep it that way.

Sincerely,

Lord Explosion Murder

Aizawa checked over everyone’s letters, correcting the mistakes and giving it back for them to fix. Coming onto Bakugou’s, he raised an eyebrow. Bozo? Who was Bozo? “Oh,” Aizawa realized. He chuckled. 

This should be good.

[gottalovesuki1]

Hellooo! Hope you’re doing well! I saw that you wanted some writing inspo so I thought I’d suggest some bakugou comfort, how they comfort reader when crying or after a bad situation both sfw and nsfw, if you’re ok with that… I saw all the leaks of the manga and I haven’t stopped crying since :)… anywayss hope you have a great day and remember to hydrate pls! 💜🧡

Comfort! Bakugou x Reader

warnings: nsfw,he fucks the sadness out of you, after care, him praising you, fluff, smut, and angst all in one, soft bakguou, Pro Hero bakugou, he’s not that good at comforting

synopsis: your favorite character dies.

F/c meaning favorite character

“Just let everything out okay?” He was holding your waist tightly so you wouldn’t fall off his lap. Bakugou had came home to finding you in a little ball of sadness crying your heart out. The reason was because your favorite character had died. And although Bakugou had found the reason kinda dumb he wasn’t going to say out loud like a bitch and he knew you where going to kill him if he said such a thing.

Now Bakugou wasn’t necessarily good at comforting so he did the only thing he could think of. Fucking you, he told you cry everything out and he would soothe you saying you didn’t have to do anything and that he got you. “Mhm just cry it all out ‘darlin.” He was rubbing your cheek seeing your red watery eyes. “Yer such a pretty girl f’me right?” He was moving at a slow pace and as much as he would love to fuck your brains out he knew the situation didn’t really call for that.

“Kats it’s not fair y-you know how could the author do this to me.” You cried into his shoulder hands gripping his back like afraid he was just gonna vanish just like your f/c did. Bakugou just went along with ya “yeah fuck that author the bastard.” He felt your body tense one he hit your g-spot “want me to go faster? if ya want maybe fuck the sadness out of ya.” You could feel the tension as he just kept going at his slow pace waiting for you answer and then you realized katsuki was holding back for you.

This made you cry even more. “Shit my bad we can keep going at this pace sweets.” He kisses you and there is guilt in his eyes “no no we can go fast ‘suki.” And you just killed him right there from the way your on him wrapping your arms around his neck, the little nickname you had for him made his heart squeeze and your tear stained eyes and those lips oh how you looked so fucking gorgeous.

“C’mere” he flipped you over so that he was on top now. Vermillion eyes stared you down and it’s like he had you hypnotized. “If it hurts just hold onto me bite your lip and bear with it okay?” He questioned more like demanded but he just wanted to go already he wanted to make you better cause fuck that author for killing off your favorite character, he didn’t like seeing you cry it’s made him feel uncomfortable like somehow it was his fault.

You gave him a nod hands already circling around his neck. And before you knew he was inside of you once more. Somehow it felt different than before. He was kissing your neck every time he seen you wince. “Such a good girl f’me hm?” He was moving fast gripping your thighs as he moved in and out constantly assaulting your g-spot but you little moans that came out made it so worth. “F-fuck kats” your breathing was getting heavy and “yeah right there keep going right there.” His grin was sharp around the edges a bit scary but you loved it.

“Oh you like that princess-fuckkkk.” Your walls where closing around him and he wanted to cum so bad but no he couldn’t give in so easily. “Yer so fucking good for me yeah?” He was going so fast and you where relishing in the feeling while your was cum leaking out.

“Oh your such a tease.” Katsuki smirked watching you try to keep up with him. “Don’t give up yeah? I’m not done yet.” You could barley breath and Katsuki was going hard. And yeah you cried cause it felt good and hurted at the same time but he just sloppily kisses you saying that he would take care of you and don’t worry about it. “Mhm just let it all out my little cry baby.” He wiped your tears off your cheek.

“Ya know I would be done by now but I don’t think I can stop. Your still sad and we don’t want that right?” You where holding him very tight like a koala, head in the crook of his neck legs around his waist. He barked a laugh before whispering into your ear “how bout I fuck you till dawn huh? still think you’ll be crying then. “ he didn’t mean any harm with it he was being dead serious here.

Katsuki’s attacks just got harder and harder and you felt your eyes roll back a whine coming out. “Mhm you can take it I know you can.” He voice came out ragged seemed like he was running out of energy to. “Oh shit..” he breathed out not before releasing the cum he’s been holding in from the start. It’s like a mini bomb exploding inside of you and you yell his name, nails clawing his back, legs weak.

“Kat-“ a gasp of air “yeah I know don’t worry I gotcha.” He removes his cock and watches you visibly tire. “You feel better?” He questions already knowing the answer. “Uh huh” you breath out hugging him for comfort. “Good now let go sweets.” You clearly don’t agree from the way you get tighter around him. “Cmon it’ll be worth it I promise.” He looks at you before you sigh and your whole body unravels around him and falls into the comfort of your bed. “Katsuki” you watch as he bring his face to your lower area. “What’re you doing come here.” You whine missing his warm embrace. “Shush I have to clean up the mess right?” He begins to kiss the area close to your clit watching as you visibly shiver. “Suki” the little nickname rolls of your tongue like butter and turns into a moan.

“Mhm yeah just relax.” He begins to kiss your inner thighs sucking on them even biting them though not to hard and he’s pleased when he hears you moan. He’s satisfied your not sad anymore but he’s not done yet, he always go big after all. Next thing you know he’s sucking, slurping, kissing every little bit down there. He hears everything from the way you say his name, to you gripping the sheets he chuckles. “Your so cute like this.”

And then before you know it he’s done. He wipes his mouth before crawling into bed with you. “You can rest now darlin.” You curl into him immediately and he welcome it with that sharp laugh of his and his hands just wrap all around you giving you a kiss on your forehead.

Authors note: sorry this took longer than expected I was low key procrastinating but I did it! Hoped you enjoy!

[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

This is going to be so CUTEEE!!

Fluff💖

Their Favorite Memory With You

Character x !fem reader, everyone (you and the characters) are aged up!!

(h/c)= hair color, (l/n)= last name

Tenya Iida-

Tenya's favorite memory with you was your guy's wedding day. You and Tenya were inseparable, ever since you two got together in U.A. You two have been together since you both were around 15 and 16 years old, you're currently 24 and 25. It was always known that you guys were probably going to get married, which you always loved the idea of.

It was spring, your wedding day was quickly approaching. The cherry blossom leaves were falling, all different shades of pink and white. It was warm but not too hot, everything was perfect. The beautiful forest behind the venue, there were white benches and the front had this wonderful rock half-wall. The wedding was started, Tenya was at the front with his hands by his side, his brother Tensei as the best man standing next to him. Everyone was seated and waiting, then the melody started playing. It was being played by a piano, and it sounded beautiful. Everyone stood up, then he saw you. He could feel his heart stop, you were wearing a white wedding dress, a ball gown silhouette, and lace towards the bottom. Tenya had a wide smile, he could feel his heart race. Your (h/c) hair was pulled up into a tight bun, with a long veil with lace.

You got to the altar, and the ceremony went on. As it went on, you would sniffle every now and then and you would hear him choke up some. Whenever it got to vows, you almost broke. "Tenya, I'm so glad that I can marry you and spend every day with you. Whenever we first met I didn't realize how much I would love you, but now I know I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world. I love you so much and I'm so happy that I can be your wife." You say, tearing up with joy. "(y/n), you motivate me so much to become a better person and hero. I'm so happy to have you in my life, and even happier I get to marry you. You're the love of my life." He said, wiping away a quick tear. Then it finally got to the end, you said your "I do"'s and you were officially married. Whenever you heard "you may kiss the bride!" Tenya immediately grabbed you and kissed you.

Katsuki Bakguou-

His favorite memory would have to be bringing home your first child. Whenever you and Katsuki first moved in together, you never imagined getting married and let alone having a child together. You guys were around 26 and 28, Katsuki being older, and were engaged.

Then you found out you were pregnant, Katsuki was excited but scared. With him being a pro hero he knew that it would be a bit tougher, but honestly, the pregnancy was a breeze, well kind of. Of course, there was the morning sickness, the swollen feet, but you wouldn't trade it for anything. 9 months passed and your sweet baby girl was here, she looked like a mixture of you and him but his genes definitely showed up more. She has a lot of his facial features, his classic red eyes, but had your (h/c) hair and nose. The day you brought Hazuki, meaning leaf and moon, home you both were a nervous wreck. "Babe you can move a bit faster than that." You say laughing, your fiance was currently moving like a sloth, trying not to wake her up. He rolls his eyes and starts going towards her nursery. It was decorated with blush pink curtains, a white crib with a cute flower baby blanket hanging on the side, and her name above the crib. You were making some hot tea, to help with your headache and body aches, and you overheard Katsuki.

"This is your crib, your mom worked really hard to paint it. I know it's a boring color, I suggested something close to explosions but we made a comprise." You smile, he was talking to Hazuki. "Daddy loves you so much, and any boy, or girl, or anyone in general, tries to pick on you or mess with you, I'll kick their butts." You giggled and walk in there, he was rocking her slowly back and forth. "Babe? Put her in the crib so she can sleep, you can talk about kicking butt later." You say while smiling, he frowned, "dumbas- I mean dumb butt, were you listening?" You nod and kiss him. "You're already an amazing father Bakugou." He smiled, like one of those really big smiles full of joy and not destruction. "She's going to beat every kid, and she's going to have an amazing quirk!" He exclaims, you quickly shush him, as Hazuki started to coo slightly. "Now come on, let's go get some lunch and sleep while we can." You say whispering, and giggling a bit. He nods and puts her into her crib gently, and follows you into the living room.

Shoto Todoroki-

Shoto's favorite of you two was definitely when you two first met. It was around 5 years ago, you were at a coffee shop ordering a hot cup of coffee. It was winter, there was white, fluffy snow everywhere. "Here you go ma'am, have a good day." The barista says, you smile and nod, taking your coffee.

You pulled out your buzzing phone, it was your mother calling. She found this puppy in her old neighborhood so she's been updating you all about it. You sigh and start typing, when you do, you run into something. You and the man flew back, coffee went everywhere, and you landed on the floor. Before you look up at see him, you're already apologizing. "I'm so sorry! I should of been paying attention!" You exclaim, embarrassed about not paying attention. You can hear a slight chuckle and see him extend his hand out. You grab it and stand up, you look at him and focus on all of his features. He had half white and half red hair, one brown eye and one icy blue eye, and a big scar on his cheek. You frown, "I'm sorry seriously, I should of been paying attention." You say as you look at his shirt, you gasp. His shirt, his poor white shirt got ruined. "No it's fine, I should of stopped and paid attention." He says, you sigh. "Can I at least buy you another shirt? Or pay for dry cleaning?" He laughs, "no, no it's fine. I have others at home." You laugh a bit and put your phone back into your purse.

"Can I treat you to another coffee?" You ask, trying to make it up. He pauses for a second, "you know what? Let's go get a hot tea, I know this tea shop." He doesn't even give you a second to answer and he starts to walking, you quickly following behind him. At that tea shop you both talked about your lives, you found out his name is Shoto Todoroki, you found out more about his quirk, and even found out he was a pro hero! "It was awesome talking to you Shoto," you say while holding out your hand, "hopefully we can hang out more!" You say with a smile. He smiles and shakes your hand. "Here let me give you my number, and then we can text each other at first." He starts writing his number down and gives it to you smiling, "maybe we can have another day like this." You nod, and from that day on you've been close! A week later you guy's actually went on a date to this restaurant downtown. Now five years later, you both are dating and living together in your cozy apartment. You also have a cat named Gizmo!

Denki Kamanari-

You are Denki have been together for around four years or so. His favorite memory has to be how he recently proposed! The day was hot and you were by the ocean. There was kids laughing, sand castles everywhere, and people surfing.

You and Denki were sitting by the ocean on a light blue beach towel. You were wearing a light green, wrap one piece swimsuit. "Babe come on! You have to go surfing at least once in your life!" He exclaims, you roll your eyes and laugh. "Calm down, calm down let me make sure our stuff doesn't get washed away." You say, standing up. "Hey babe, actually can you do something for me?" You turn around, looking at him. "Can you go and buy a cooler? I know I seen some in the gift shop." You looked at him confused, "a cooler?" He nods, "remember ours broke and plus we have drinks to keep cool!" You sigh and grab your beach bag, "fine, I'll be back." You say as you leave for the shop. As you went shopping, Denki set up and went through with his perfect idea. He has been planning on proposing to you, he even has the ring with him. He's been carrying it around for months trying to plan the best proposal ever. Denki wants everything perfect, just for you. He drew out the words "will you marry me (y/n)?" on the beach.

Whenever you got back, you were furious. "Cooler in the shop my ass, all they had was cringey shirts." You mumble to yourself. You saw his yellow hair and frowned, not seeing the words drawn in the sand. Before you took a step closer, Denki yells out "look at the ground!" It's obviously confused but you didn't really question it. "Huh?" You say while looking down, and then that's when you see it. Your eyes fill with tears of joy, and Denki comes up to you. He kneels down on one knee, holding up a ring. "Will you make me the happiest man and marry me (y/n)?" He asks, you nod your head yes. He smiles and puts the ring on your finger, standing up. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." He says while you hug him tightly. That was the best day for you two, soon as you could and got to your phone, you told everyone.

I hope you liked this! It was so cute to make!

I hope you have a great day!

[oligbia]

Sick Day

Denki KaminariXReader

SFW, Fluff

Denki smiled softly to himself, knocking softly on your door. He knocked with a soft rhythm, hoping to not startle you. He was trying to come comfort you, after all. When you didn't answer right away, he made the choice to poke your door open a little, peeking inside. He saw your sleeping form on the bed and released the tension he was holding in his shoulders, practically turning to a puddle in the awe of you.

He gently closed the door behind him, gently wandering over to your bed. He poked your cheek slight, his eyes almost turning to hearts watching your sleeping figure. He crawled into bed next to you, pulling your figure close to his, holding you from behind. He laid there with you for a while, gently running a hand up and down your arm for a while before deciding to play with your hair. He ran his fingers through your hair, curling the ends around his finger softly. He massaged your scalp a little, hoping to help you relax further into your sleep. His fingers gently dragged across your head, smiling at the comforting scent of your shampoo. He placed tiny kisses along your hairline, intertwining a hand with yours, his limp fingers curling around your limp ones. He felt you shift around in your sleep and held you closer, trying to give you peace of mind.

“Denki?” your voice wasn’t more than a whisper, still soft with sleep.

He hushed you softly, whispering sweetly into your ear, “It’s just me baby, go back to sleep.”

“Denki, I’m sick. You’ll get sick too.”

Kaminari chuckled under his breath. It was true, you were indeed sick. When he had come to get you for class this morning, he found you half asleep, looking as if you were to pass out any second. Your normally rosey cheeks had gone pale, your eyes lidded over with sleep. He immediately made you take your temperature and was alarmed to find you had a fever. He made Recovery Girl come see you, informing you both that you just had a mild cold and needed to rest. Denki had been determined to stay in the dorms and take care of you, but Mr.Aizawa made him go to class anyway. But, once school was done, he immediately came to your room with the notes and assignments from the day, excited to see your beautiful face again.

“It’s alright, I missed you today.”

You shuffled in his grasp, turning to face him. Your eyes opened to meet his, and you watched his smile grew wider by the second. He brought the hand he was holding up to his face, kissing it gently, letting your head rest on his other arm. “There you are, beautiful.”

You giggle softly at his cheeky greeting. The boy was a hopeless romantic, the largest simp. He would go to any means necessary if it meant he could see your smile. You sat in silence for a few moments, taking in each other's presence. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as Denki lazily placed soft kisses along the side of your face.  

“Are you feeling better?” His whispers broke the silence.

You hummed against his adam's apple, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine. “A little, yea.”

He pulled his head away, placing his forehead to yours. His felt cool against the warmer touch of yours. “I think you have a fever. You’re always hot, but you're burning up today, baby.”

You blushed at his compliments, a hue of embarrassment spreading across your face as your buried your head in his chest. He chuckled softly. “You’re being so shy, you’re probably still sleepy, huh?”

You hummed in agreement against his chest. Denki wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He rolled onto his back, letting you lay on top of him, his chest a pillow. His head rested gently on top of yours.

Happy to cuddle until you feel asleep, Denki relaxed his breathing to not disturb you too much. He told you about his day to try and lure you to sleep. He told you about the training you did this morning, how he accidentally went stupid while sparring Bakguou, and how Kirishima fought Midoriya. He told you about the different things he learned in class. They started a new math lesson, he thought it was super hard, but was sure you would get it. He liked the science lesson they started, it was about space. He rambled on about how if they did a lesson on electricity they could use him as some sort of demonstration. He told you about how Sero made Bakugou mad at lunch and Kirishima had to calm him down.

When he finally noticed you had fallen back asleep, he kissed the top of your head. He watched your breathing, his eyes growing heavy himself.

“Goodnight beautiful, I love you.”

[rins-joint]

"Repressed Emotions" Bakugou x gn!reader

A/n- Just something short i got bored so yeah hope u enjoy it (reblogs are always appreciated)

Tw: one swear word but other than that just fluff

Summary- Life is tough and sometimes it's just nice to get it all out and having a close friend with you makes it a whole lot better.

Word count- 0.4k

Bakugou pushed you down onto your bed then flopped down beside you. “You’re such a dumbass” he rolled his eyes at you.

“Ok, but I’m a dumbass with ideas…”

“Your ideas scare me but go ahead.” Life had been tough for you lately with your parent’s divorce and your recent breakup with your ex, not only that but the stress of school. “I need to let out a good scream because life is cruel...so we could wait till the next train comes by and just scream while it passes by my house.”

“Yah know y/n that’s not a half-bad idea.”

To pass time till the next train came by your house, you and Bakugou watched a movie. You weren’t even paying attention to what you were watching, you were just trying to resist beating the shit out of Bakugou, because of all the suppressed emotional build-up. You ended up dozing off, so Bakguou just put a blanket over you and let you sleep.

The sun had set and the stars started to show up in the deep velvet blue sky. Bakugou woke you up, “Oi y/n the train will be here in 10 minutes so get your ass up”

“Ok ok I’m up” you rubbed your eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room. “How long was I out for?”

“Probably 3 hours”

“What the fuck? All this time and you didn’t think to wake me up?”

He just rolled his eyes and walked out of the house

“OI BAKU I'M TALKING TO YOU” You jumped up and threw on your slides and ran outside after him. “The train will be here in a minute or two come on”

The sound of the train grew louder till it finally rushed past both of you. You screamed with tears running down your face. They weren't sad tears, but tears of relief. Your chest was burning and your lungs felt as if they were going to explode. The last carriage of the train passed you and Bakugou. You collapsed onto the ground, violently sobbing. “Hey, hey y/n are you ok” He bent down next to you and rubbed your back.

You looked up at him with a puffy red face. “I just feel free I guess, it feels nice to get all of that...you know emotion”

“I guess it is...you dumbass. Now get back inside before you catch a cold.”

[superworldunkown]

So long, Farwell, Auf Wiedersehen, Good-Bod

AN UPDATE: Wow, I posted this right as the events of the attempted coup unfolded. I’m going to leave this up in case anyone needs a distraction from the news but to all my folks in DC, all my POC friends and followers, anyone who is scared right now, I love you. Stay safe. I’m not so great myself but I’m here to offer support. Much love to you all.

AN: Happy New year everyone! I hope you are all well and staying safe. It is so wild to me that you are enjoying my posts and stories. You make my heart feel so full. So, some fluff for you all. I have not forgotten about requests! Promise they will be out soon.

Summary: Bakugou’s new shirt leaves you with a slip of the tongue, and a slip of your feelings for him. Bakugou x POC Reader (Because that’s the one thing imma take with me from 2020 into 2021, ya dig?) 

You and Bakugou were close. And close, in terms of being around Bakugou, mean’t that you two could coexist in the same space and only get half of the boy’s insults thrown your way. And hey, when you look at how the explosion hero in training treats people he really cant stand, let’s just say you’ve’e got it made. 

Your position on Bakugou’s ‘can stand to be around list’ was not an easy feat. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither was getting on Bakugou’s good side (It’s not like Bakugou has any bad sides, the boy’s a 10, even on his worst foul mouthed days). That thought being why you valued your position and kept your true feelings hidden. 

You were an unofficial official member of the ‘Baku-squad’ and while you were still in your test run, as Kaminari put it, you pretty much solidified your place in the group. Mina was delighted,

“Finally, some extra goddess energy in the group! Skin care study parties!”

It was nice, you had to admit. Mina and the others were so welcoming, despite you still hailing from Class 1-C and the general studies body of students. Even in a world full of unique humans with extra unique quirks, being one of the few Black students made things a little difficult. When you were with Bakugou and the others, you never got asked about your box braids, or felt that everyone was staring at your skin or your peach (though Sero, Mina, and Kaminari do swipe glances every now and then) and there was never the obnoxious comment. It was so nice. 

On top of being an exclusive member to Bakugou’s fan/support/keep him from losing his shit on everyone else club, you got to have alone time with Bakugou. Well, not entirely alone time that was planned, but you were always an early riser and you found Bakugou walking to the training gym while you were on your runs, or you two would be sitting next to each other when the group was studying. Sometimes you say “Hey.” And, sometimes he responds with a nod.

One time you even sat down together for lunch....granted the rest of the group was still getting food but there you two were, sitting there on a date that lasted 43 seconds until Kirishima slammed his plate down and throwing an arm over the blond boy.

“Hey great job in training today man! Y/N you shoulda seen it, Bakugou hit me with a Howitzer and I didn’t even flinch.” 

“You moron, you slid back ten feet!” 

The redhead let out a sly smile, closing his eyes in apparent victory, “But I didn’t flinch.” 

Then it turned into a whole debate on, if you are forcibly moved do you flinch? It was fun to see them go back and fourth. 

From your position you can see Bakguou going through his own metamorphosis. From your first meeting to current, he’s grown less abrasive, a bit more patient, and kind, in his own way. His own way being telling you “You’re late.”  when you rushed into the gym for your miming run after sleeping in. Or kicking out a chair when you walked to cafeteria table with your hands full. Your heart would race in those moments, but you kept it pretty cool and aloof, muttering a ‘thanks’ or a witty remark. 

All of this to say, you knew your friendship, dare you say it, with Bakugou took time, and if you had wanted things to move forward, it would take even more time. But you were happy with the closeness, albeit far away, you had.

One morning, after you had finished your run you walked into the gym to grab a water and quick stretch. Bakugou was there, per usual. However his body was wrapped in a rather tight compression shirt. You knew he was doing some type of training to keeping his heat regulated, but this was a rather...showy way of doing so. You could see every grove, every muscle, abs and pecs. 

The pecs! 

The pecs.

The.

Pecs. 

The freckles that adorned your face and lips were practically wiggling. Wow, he was absolutely beautiful. 

You couldn’t stop staring. And Bakugou noticed.

“Oi! Gotta problem L/N?”

Bless your golden brown skin that covered your body, hiding the fact that you were both enamored and embarrassed. 

Bakugou took a step forward, “Well?”

“Huh? Uh, nothing! Shouldn’t you be focused on your training? I...didn’t know you could get so easily distracted by me.” Perfect, non suspecting response.

Bakuoug blinked, "I don’t get distracted.” 

You shifted nervously in your running shoes, thinking of a way to change or finish the conversation, “Okay... well I gotta go. Good Bod Bakugou.” 

Good...Bod. BOD?! Shit. He definitely heard it and the tips of his ears glowing a bright red was indication that it was heard loud and clear.

Your usually quick mind malfunctioned, racing to find a way to recover from your slip of the tongue. “I Uh...I mean...I’m just...” You decided to bolt out of the gym before making a deeper fool of yourself. Bakugou watched you leave before swiftly turning back to his workout; the redness from his ears spreading to his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

AN: Imma leave it here. Let me know if you want a part two or a grilled cheese. Stay safe everyone! 

[myherowritings]

slip of the tongue

— overview: during a charity interview with the top three heroes, deku and shouto “accidentally” give away ground zero’s crush on you. you’re asked about bakugou in an interview of your own and, during a fit of excitement, accidentally let your crush on him slip.

— pairing: pro hero!bakugou katsuki x [fem]pro hero!reader

— word count: 2.2k

— genre: pro hero au, celebrity crush au vibes, fluff

— author’s note: [y/h/n = your hero name] this is literally so self-indulgent i’m sorry but this was so much fun to write lolol. i hope you give in and enjoy this fic with me ;)

“Being a Pro Hero can call for a taxing lifestyle. You work day in and day out and, even during your vacations, it’s hard to catch a real break.” The interviewer waited for the three of them to nod before continuing, “Do you have any advice for young, aspiring heroes on how to balance work and personal wellbeing?”

“That’s a tough one,” Midoriya replied, tilting his head to the side as he thought of his answer. “Being a hero requires a lot of time and sacrifice, and sometimes it’s difficult to remember to take care of yourself in such a high stress environment. But if Aizawa-sensei taught us anything during our years at U.A., it’s that…”

Deku continued to talk on and on and Bakugou found himself counting the number of threads present on the arm of the sofa.

For the majority of the interview, Katsuki sat near the edge of the couch ready to bolt out of his seat. His manager claimed the special “Top Three” interview was a good way to raise money for charity, but he was almost certain it was simply a thinly veiled publicity stunt and an extra way for the crew to bring cash to their own pockets.

“To be honest, I’m still trying to figure that out myself,” said Todoroki after a long pause, inciting loud cheers and deep sighs from the audience.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. That fucker could say he ate nail clippings for breakfast and the response would be the same.

So far, the interview had consisted of Deku blabbing on until the host directed the conversation elsewhere, Shouto piping in with a stupid comment in a low drawl that made the entire audience swoon, and Ground Zero almost bursting with annoyance at the vain questions asked.

(The question the host asked Midoriya was probably the most--if not only--question of substance. The rest were about who was dating who, how long did it take to develop such toned muscles, and other bullshit he didn’t care for.)

He found himself zoning out until Todoroki nudged him on the side.

With a blink, Bakugou turned to the interviewer who cleared his throat with a nervous chuckle.

“As I was saying…” started the host, trying to find his words. “You guys are the Top Three everyone is striving to become, but are there any heroes that inspire you? An individual who stands out as someone you trust to keep Japan safe?”

Midoriya nodded fervently, a sparkle lighting up his eye as he began to speak. “Plenty! It’s not possible to choose just one. There are so many heroes I’ve met along the way that helped make me the person I am today--”

And that’s when Bakugou stopped paying attention.

Not for lack of interest, per se, but simply because he’s heard Deku say this millions of times before. Everyone other time he opens his damn mouth, it’s to shout praises of any quirk someone possesses.

“...but ever since our U.A. years, I’ve always had a good feeling about Y/H/N.”

And that’s when Bakugou started paying attention again.

His neck snapped towards Izuku at the mention of your name and Todoroki stifled an amused snort.

You met them as a student in U.A., exactly two grades below theirs. Like Half-and-Half, you got accepted through recommendations and easily blew everyone in your class away during the Sports Festival.

Bakguou didn’t give a single fuck about you back then. He thought you were a spoiled princess who had her life handed to her on a silver platter, but as long as you didn’t get in his way, you weren’t important enough to worry about. But years have passed and, through a variety of encounters during hero training and internships, he began to realize maybe you weren’t all that bad.

In fact, you were rather...admirable.

He grimaced at the thought.

“I’m quite fond of her as well,” said Shouto, a small smile on his face as he met the audience’s captivated gaze. “She makes the best cold soba. And the control she has over her quirk is impressive.”

Katsuki snorted. “Glad to know your priorities are in check.”

“Making good soba is a noteworthy talent,” defended the interviewer, head halfway up Icy Hot’s ass. “And what about you, Ground Zero. We only have a few minutes left together, but are there any young heroes who caught your eye?”

He shrugged. “There’s--”

“He’s mentioned Y/H/N before, too,” Todoroki answered for him, sharing a look with Midoriya. “In the break room earlier, the news channel was on and Ground Zero had his eyes glued to the screen when she appeared.”

Izuku hummed in agreement. “And he wouldn’t stop talking about how powerful and pretty she looked during her debut as a Pro--”

“For fuck’s sake, I told you not to tell--”

“Sir, language! This is a live recording.”

Bakugou glared at the host for interrupting, then gave an even harsher glare to Deku and Icy Hot for opening their big mouths. Shouto quirked his head to the side, peering at him with an oblivious look that Katsuki wanted to punch off his face. Izuku simply avoided his gaze, taking a sip from his glass of water.

Todoroki blinked. “The more I think about it, the more it seems Ground Zero might actually like Y/H/N.”

Midoriya spluttered out the remnants of the drink in his mouth, coughing uncontrollably as his face reddened. He glanced nervously at Bakugou to check his reaction and gulped. Katsuki’s left eye was twitching and the crackling noise of the nitroglycerin on his hands igniting grew louder.

“Ah, S-Shouto?” Deku said with a forced chuckle, trying to take control the situation. He turned to the audience. “I-I think what he means to say is that Ground Zero likes Y/H/N...as a person. Right?”

Todoroki looked confused. “No? I meant that he likes her and wants to--”

Izuku clamped a hand over Shouto’s mouth and Bakugou jumped up from his seat, sparks flying off of his forearms. So much for being stupid enough to trust these idiots with his personal feelings ever again.

“ARE YOU A FUCKING MORON OR--?!”

“And that’s all we have time for today, folks!” the interviewer interrupted, desperately trying to take the attention away from the chaos unfolding in front of him. Midoriya placed himself between Bakugou and Bakugou’s newfound target, and the audience had their phones at the ready. The host let out a strangled cry. “A big thank you to Deku, Shouto, and Ground Zero for all that they do for Japan. Now, please-- Just leave! And tune in next time on JNN!”

- - - - -

“We’ve had an amazing time tonight with you here,” the host paused, smiling as the audience cheered, “but before our time comes to an end, there is one last thing I think we’re all dying to know.”

“Of course!” you said with a smile, crossing one leg over the other as you leaned towards him intently. “I’m all ears.”

You could’ve sworn his cheeks turned pink with a swoon before continuing. “Ahem. A few days ago, we had the Top Three heroes visit the studio for an exclusive interview.”

At the mention of the Top Three, you almost bounced out of your seat in excitement. You had known them since high school, yet you continued to be starstruck at the intelligence and talent they brought to the field. Just hearing about their accomplishments pushed you to strive to become a better hero.

“I heard! I haven’t watched it yet, but I really need to,” you exclaimed, a bright smile on your face. “I look up to them all so much and they’re such a joy to be around. The interview must’ve been so fun!”

The host muttered, “Fun… That’s a way to put it.”

You let out an awkward chuckle.

As if just now remembering the camera was rolling, he cleared his throat and straightened in his seat. “Yes, they were certainly a joy to be around. There was never a dull moment with them, to say the least.”

“Right…”

“And when they were here, they told us which talented young heroes they admired.” He gave you a pleasant smile. “Your name just so happened to be at the top of their lists.”

Your eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of their sockets. The Top Three admired you? “R-Really?”

“Yes, really. Deku said he had a good feeling you were going to make it big, ever since U.A. Shouto even said he liked the cold soba you made him,” the interviewer said and you flushed.

You were a big fan of Todoroki’s ever since his Sport’s Festival performance during his first year. Of course you had to make him his favorite food any chance you could. And Midoriya-- There were no words to describe how much you looked up to someone so powerful yet so… good. There was simply no one else quite like him.

“But what was even more interesting was what we heard from Ground Zero.”

Now, while you looked up to and loved Deku and Shouto, Ground Zero had a special place in your heart.

You looked up to him as well, there was no denying that, but lately your feelings felt like something more than admiration. The more encounters you had with Bakugou, the less you viewed him as the same arrogant (and annoyingly powerful) kid from U.A. No-- He was different now. Big-headed at times? Yes. But there was a kindness and warmth deep inside him you never quite noticed until recently.

“What did he say?” you asked, hoping your voice wasn’t as jittery as you felt.

“Well, he really admires your talent and strength, as well as the hard work and effort you put into being a Pro Hero.” The host drummed his fingertips along the desk as he sang your praises. Leaning closer to you, he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “And--just between you and me--Shouto and Deku let it slip that he wouldn’t stop talking about you after your debut as a Pro, either. Ground Zero seems to be absolutely entranced by your presence on screen.”

Every logical part of you knew this man was exaggerating for the sake of show business, but you were too ecstatic to really care.

This was Bakugou fucking Katsuki he was talking about. Ground Zero himself!

You could hardly contain your excitement as you practically bounced in your seat. “He admires me?” You shook your head. “That can’t be possible! He’s one of the best heroes the world has! Deku may be ranked number one--and he absolutely deserves it--but Ground Zero has always been a personal favorite of mine.”

Your interviewer raised his eyebrows at your admission. “Is that so?”

“Most definitely!” you said with a zealous nod. “He’s always so determined and passionate in everything he does. Ground Zero’s a natural born hero, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing himself everyday to be the very best he could possibly be. He…inspires me, really.”

“That sounds like a little more than inspiration to me,” replied the host with a thinly veiled smirk.

You felt your cheeks heat up and, if you had Bakugou’s quirk, you knew you’d be popping off some nitroglycerin at the embarrassment. The interviewer couldn’t possibly expose you for having a crush on a certain Pro Hero, right?

“I… Ah-- What do you mean?” you coughed out.

“Oh, nothing,” he said simply, enjoying the doe-eyed expression on your face a little too much. “Well, I hate to end such an amazing interview, but that’s all the time we have for today! Thank you so much, Y/H/N, and tune in next time on JNN!”

- - - - -

“So, I heard you might have a small crush on me.”

“Tch.”

“Or did the interviewer totally blow it out of proportion and now I’m just making a fool of myself?”

“Pfft.”

“Oh, my God, I’d be mortified if--”

“Is now really the time to talk about this?!” Bakugou grunted in a strained voice. His ears were a bright red as you continued to move closer to him.

You blinked up at him innocently. “What do you mean?”

There was a crashing noise behind you as Ground Zero took down a dismembered, yet fully mobile, appendage of the Storm Villain, Karmegan. When another came up behind you, he stretched his hands out to do his famous AP Shot and you almost swooned on the spot when he aimed the perfect circle.

“I mean maybe we can talk about us after we defeat all these loser mutants?”

“Loser?!” the villain roared shooting off another army of appendage-sized mutants in your direction.

Easily dodging his attack, you retaliated with your long range specialty move and looked at Bakugou with a smile.

“So, what I’m hearing is there is an ‘us’?”

“Are you trying to flirt with me while we save Musutafu?” he asked. When you nodded sheepishly, he snorted in begrudging amusement. “That’s some nerve you’ve got there, pipsqueak.”

Bakugou punched Karmegan, who came up from your back, and gave you a slight smirk.

“How about after we survive this attack, I take you out on a date?”

The grin on your face was almost uncontrollable as you took out an enemy behind him. Katsuki ducked right as you kicked, in perfect synchronization.

“Sounds like a plan, Ground Zero.”

“We better end this quickly then, Y/H/N,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Now I’m looking forward to our date.”

[thewritingstar]

ROCK’in around the Christmas Tree-Secret Santa Gift

so for the Secret Santa (on one of the servers lol) I got the lovely @michiamotippete !!!!!!!!

I whipped up a little Kiribaku holiday fluff (and minor steam) for you and I hope you enjoy this and Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

For the @kuroshironekoserver event!!!

---

The cool cold air had taken Japan over during the winter months. Decorations for the beloved holidays had covered their city and everyone was rushing to finish their holiday shopping as Christmas day approached. 

Kirishima found himself inside the mall along side Mina and Sero. It was rare for them to have free time together since being a pro hero meant being on duty for most of their time. Of course Kirishima wanted all his presents to have meaning, but he desperately needed to find one for his boyfriend. 

Believe it or not, Bakugou was hard to shop for. He went ahead and let everyone else give him All Might merch and shirts but he didn’t want to fall under that category. Though he did buy themselves matching Ground Zero and Red Riot items because he knew he secretly loved flaunting his own stuff and not so secretly wearing his boyfriends. 

But he still need the gift. Ya know the big present that you save for last, the one that makes next year's presents even harder because you have to outdo yourself? The gift that makes the person receive it blush slightly as they try their best not to cry. The gift to end all gifts and makes you wanna spend the rest of your life wrapped in their arms? Yeah that. 

Easy peasy ...right?

“I don’t know why you’re worried bro, just sit naked on the bed and tie yourself up, he’ll like that.” Sero said and the heat rose to Kirishima's face before pushing him to the side. 

“Just because that's all you’re doing for Denki, doesn’t mean that will work for me.” Kiri quickly said and the boys went back and forth teasing before Mina complained about her shortage of caffeine, making them stop and get some coffee. 

“I still don’t know.” 

“Get him a rock.” Mina said. 

“I am not giving Bakugou a rock.” He stated and shook his head as he downed his coffee. 

“Well i'm out of ideas.” Mina shrugged and pulled them into another store. 

“Gee you’re so helpful.” Kiri shot back sarcastically. 

They trio ended up leaving the mall a few hours later. Each of their arms carried a few bags but even out of all the gifts, not a single one was for Kirishima's beloved boyfriend. 

“Don’t pout hun. I’m sure the perfect idea will come to you! You still have a week or two left. He’ll love anything you give him because he loves you.” Mina smiled as she kissed both of their cheeks good bye and hopped off the train with Sero as their stop was before Kirishimas. 

“Thanks Mina. See you all soon.” He waved goodbye and before long, he was departing the train as well. 

---

“What's with that face?” Bakugou asked as he stared intently at Kirishima. 

The red head broke from his daze as he refocused his attention on his explosive boyfriend who was currently ranting about being forced to work with Deku for the third time this month. 

“Oh uh nothing babe, sorry, just tired I guess.” He shrugged it off but it didn’t seem to get past Bakugou. The blonde let it slide for now as he finished up his homemade curry and brought his plate to the sink just as Kirhsima followed.

Kirhsima could feel that Bakugou was holding back from asking about his bluff so he did the only thing he knew to distract him, he poked his side. 

A sinister smirk grew on the red heads face as he saw Bakugou's hand tightened on the sponge and the signature scowl appear. 

“Ei.” He said with a dangerous warning but Kirishima was already gone with his playful mind and poked him again causing the blonde the drop the plate and drag him off to their room neglecting the dirty dishes. All Kiri could do was laugh as he was tossed onto the bed. 

“Don’t test me.” Bakugou snarled but it wasn’t meant as a threat but more...loving.

Pushing his limits, Kirishima sat up tapped Bakugou's nose. 

“Oops, hope I don't end up on the naughty list this year.” He winked before he was met with a deadly smirk and crimson red eyes. 

“Guess we’ll find out.” Bakugou let out a dark laugh. 

---

The next week came faster than the winter breeze and Kirishima still had not found the gift. He spent the morning going on a solo run as Bakugou was called into work early and he had a few hours until his own patrol started. 

His mind was racing for ideas but all the good ones had been taken. Two years ago he gave them matching promise rings, a thick black band and Baugous had an orange accent while his had red. The year before that was a photo album and poems he had written about him during their years at U.A and even the year before that he had creative gifts. 

But this one was big. It was their second year as pro heros and their fifth year officially together, though Mina likes to joke that they had been dating since that day they competed together in the sports festival. Somehow, he believed her. 

But now his thoughts went back to what Mina had said at the mall and a small smile came to his face. He checked his calendar and saw that he had three days until Christmas, enough time. He smiled as he popped his headphones back in and began to jog off his designated path and towards the perfect gift. 

---

The sun peered through the curtains as it stirred Kirishima awake. His arms tightened around the waist of his boyfriend and he nuzzled his nose deeper between the crook of the blondes neck. 

“Merry Christmas.” Kirishima sleepily slurred in Bakugou's ear and he was met with crimson eyes as Bakugou had turned in his arms. 

“Merry Christmas.” He repeated softly and planted a sweet and gentle kiss to Kirishima's lips. 

They had agreed to open their gifts once they woke up but five minutes later and Kirishima was back asleep with Bakugou following close behind. They luckily had the day off and decided that maybe sleeping in was the true gift, even if Bakugou protested a little. 

By the time they decided to open up their personal gifts, the sun had started to set and they were in front of the fireplace. The smaller gifts came first which consisted of hero merch, a new apron for Bakugou, new weights for Kirishima and a whole bunch of smaller items. Their living room floor looked of that of a five year old on Christmas day, paper everywhere. 

Bakugou wanted to give his final gift last and Kirishima nodded before handing over a small box to the blonde. 

“Now before you open this, I am aware of what is inside.” Kiri stated. 

“Well I fucking hope so.” Bakugou let out a laugh before tearing the wrapping paper off. 

He revealed a wooden box and cracked open the box. 

Kirishima waited anxiously for his reaction. 

First the blonde furrowed his eyebrows. Then he tilted the box slightly. His eyes darted back and forth between the box and the paper. 

“Um.” He said. “Rocks?” 

“Yep!” Kiri smiled and Bakguous lips tightened into a thin line before setting it down. 

“Thank you?” He tried to be polite but Kirishima's laugh sounded through the room. 

“Let me explain.”

“Please do.” 

Kirishima scooted closer to him on his knees and picked up the first rock. 

“When I was thinking of what to get you, I was lost. I mean what do you get the most important person when they already have everything?” 

Bakugou hummed. “I am important.” 

Kirishima playfully rolled his eyes before continuing. “Well I thought back to every important and meaningful moment of my life, and you were always there. So I went back to every place that meant something to use and collected these.” he gestured to the rocks. 

“I know it's lame and doesn't make sense but I worship the ground you walk on, so I thought if we could have a tangible piece of our journey, it would be worth something. So this one, it's from the field of the sports festival. Of course it's not the same rocks as before since you destroyed most of the field anyways but it was the first time you trusted me to help you, the first time you noticed me.” 

Bakugou stared at the other rocks in the box. He noticed that they now had small slips of paper attached and what they represented. 

“The beach with our first kiss. The campsite with the stars. The cliff where you said you loved me for the first time. It's all here.” Bakugou said as he took them one by one in his hands. The precious memories he loved came flooding back. 

“I thought that maybe we could start a little rock collection.” Kirishima chuckled. “Maybe when we travel or something.” 

Bakugou sat silently observing them all. 

“ I mean if you don;t like it that's okay too. I guess getting rocks isn't that great-”

“I love it.” Bakugou stated. His eyes met Kirishimas and he could see the truth in his eyes clear as day. “These mean alot to me. Makes me think about how lucky I am to even receive these.” 

Kirishima smiled and scooted closer for their noses to touch. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Bakugou said and pecked his lips. “Now it's my turn.” 

He stood and left Kirishima, grabbing a wrapped box on the mantle. “It's funny. The whole rock thing.” He came back to where he was and sat down before handing the gift to Kirishima. “We had the same idea.”

“You got me a rock too?!” Kirishima sounded a bit more excited than what it should have been. 

“Sort of, just fucking open it.” Naugou smiled and watched as his boyfriend torn the paper. 

“Kat-” 

“Not that its a competition, but my rock is much better.” Bakugou said with a smug smile as he watches his boyfriend's shoulders tightened back 

Kirishima sat as all thoughts left his mind. The instant the lid open, tears weighted in his eyes. He was focused on the perfect diamond sitting in the velvet ring box that he almost missed Bakugou's proposal

“So Eijirou Kirishima, will you do me the honor and accept this rock and me as yours forever?” Baugou asked.

In less than a second, Bakugou was laying on his back as Kirishima had literally bulldozed him to the ground and was practically straddling him. His face became wet with sloppy kisses and he could feel the tears dripping down his face. 

“Yes Katsuki, a thousand times yes.” Kirishima said breathlessly. “I love you so much.” He cried. 

“I love you too.” Bakugou responded by tightening his arms around him. He then let out a laugh as Kirihsima was busy looking at the ring on his finger, holding it up like a chick would in a Hollywood film. He just watched from underneath him thinking about how fucking lucky he was to be eventually wed to the kindest and hottest man alive. 

The rest of the evening was spent with them huddle in front of the fireplace talking about the different memories of the rocks and their plans for the future. Katsuki discovered that Eijirou secretly had a wedding all planned out on pintrest and kept waving his hands in his face since he couldn't keep his eye off the ring. 

“Merry Christmas baby.” Katsuki kissed his cheek and pulled him even closer. 

“Merry Christmas.” 

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“So what did Bakugou give you?” Mina asked them as they all sat outside for coffee the next day. 

Kirishima and Bakugou looked at each other before he held up his hand. 

“A rock.” 

Mina stared at the shiny ring and practically shattered the glass behind them. “OH MY GOSH CONGRATULATIONS YOU TWO!!!” She cheered and almost let her tears fall from the overwhelming joy of seeing her best friends finally getting engaged. “That's amazing and Bakugou what did your fiance give you?” She asked and Kirishima’s face rose to a pretty shade of red. 

“Rocks.”

“Oh you also proposed?” She got excited again. 

“No, like literal fucking rocks.” 

Her eyes snapped to Kirishima. “Kiri, love, that was a joke.” 

“They are special rocks that hold are memories, shut up!” He looked away but Bakugou kissed his hand. 

“I liked them.” Bakugou shrugged. 

“Bakugou baby i am so sorry.” Mina laughed. “But anyways. I'm the maid of honor right? Cause if im not, you won't have a wedding and that's a promise.” She threatened with a smile. 

“Of course Mina!” Kirishima smiled. 

“Okay good!” She giggled. “Now show me that pretty rock again.”

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I hope you enjoyed this!!! This was super fun to do!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Kirishima Akane (oc) Additional Tags: Getting Together, Bakguou's birthday, Cute, Fluff, Mild Angst, Presents, figuring stuff out Summary:

Bakugou Katsuki doesn't like his birthday.

Kirishima Eijirou wants to change that.

My own addition to the Blasty Boy’s Birthday Celebration. I hope you all enjoy :D

[singingcookie]

1, 3, 18, 24 😁

1. Favorite fanfic you wrote this year

Another favorite thing I’ve written this year is probably I Roll to Seduce. I spent four weeks working on the darn thing. It was such a pain in my side, particularly because I was so excited to just hurry up and reach the end! But ultimately, when I go back and reread it all...I just feel proud and I don’t think there’s a thing (at least rn) that I wanna add or even change to it.

3. Favorite line/scene you wrote this year

To give a non-Izuocha fic I have some attention, I really loved the 15th chapter of 30 Moments with Bakugou Katsuki. Bakguou and Todoroki just having this like....super awkward conversation. It was....so fun. Just so fun to write out.

18. Current number of wips

Ummm right now, for noncompleted/in the process fics, I have a grand total of...3? Or maybe 4? Something like that. Significantly lower than it was before first Izuocha Week lmao

24. Favorite fic you’ve read this year

Hhhh okay another fic that I’ve yet to mention um....we’ll go with Izuku’s Bakery! I’ve loved every bit of this AU fic it’s super cute while still toeing that line between angst and fluff. I just...really like it a lot haha

[bozowrites]

Letters to Bozo

Imagine (PART 3)

↳  In which two kids from different school have to pen pal one another, and who knew in a mere month, four letters, they’d fall in love?

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki × Fem!Reader

TW: None.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: I deleted the third part I did previously because I didn’t like how I wrote it, so here is take two!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Dear Lord Explosion Murder,

You know, I’m not surprised you answered my question. It was quite odd, I know. Was there a meaning behind it? No, just a bored and tired Bozo wishing to know. And, you know, I don’t think I’m disappointed. Nope. Not disappointed. Don’t worry, I’ll take my knowledge to the grave. Now . . . is it bad I don’t want it to end? You . . . you are much different then I thought you’d be. I thought with my bad luck I’d get that grape asshole guy. Hey, wanna do me a favor and slap him for me? I don’t even know him, hardly met him, but he makes me want to throw up. Thanks number one hero.

Sincerely,

Bozo <3

Bakugou read over the letter twice. His mind was in and out of it. This person—someone he never met—is sad over the idea of never getting to speak to him again, even just through letter. And he felt the same.

He grumbled, sneaking a glance behind him to Mineta. He wants to slap him, like they asked him to do. How weird. He couldn’t randomly slap him in the middle of class (even if Aizawa is asleep) without reasoning. He tsked, turning and calling out to Mineta. Everyone’s heads turned, curious.

Bakugou gave the short male the middle finger, no other words or explanation, and turned back around. Everyone sat stunned, though not surprised. Shrugging it off as a random Bakugou pissed moment, they continued on with their work.

Bakugou wanted to do anything for this person, whoever they were. Why? Why did he want to protect them? Why is he sad that they’re sad? They don’t want to end this, just as him. Why does that make his heart feel light?

Getting ready to write, Bakugou frowned. Why was he feeling sad? Why was he feeling anything?

Dear Bozo,

You better fucking thank me. I did as you asked, well, I just gave him the finger. It was fun. And to think, I did this for someone I don’t know. What is it? Why do I want to do this fucking stuff for you?! Ugh. And don’t go all sappy on me! So, what if this is ending? Only two letters from me and you have feelings or something? I wouldn’t be fully surprised, though. I am pretty great—scratch that, I’m fucking fantastic! A real charmer and hottie.  

Sincerely,

Lord Explosion Murder

L/n laughed in class, reading over the last sentence. She didn’t mind the stares the other classmates gave her as she giggled some more over his smugness. He really was quite the charmer.

“Hey, L/n, whatcha laughing at?” Shindo read over her shoulder, startling her. Looking back at the tall male, she frowned. His face was close to hers and his breath hits her neck. She felt goosebumps on her skin as his eyes followed the lines of her letter. She always did have a crush on him.  

“Oh,” he chuckled. “is this who I think it is?” She nodded, knowing just who he was thinking. “Wow. Lucky to be paired with the winner of the festival.” She shrugged, looking away from him and back to her letter. Tucking hair behind her ear, she asked, “You got Jirou, right?”

“Yep. She’s pretty cool. Knows some really nice bands.” L/n frowned over his talk of another woman. Why did she have to get jealous easily?

“So, how is this winner? A brat like what we thought?” She shook her head feverishly. “No! Not at all actually!” She grinned and brought out the other two letters from her backpack to show Shindo. “He’s nice and a really good writer. He even did me a favour!”

Shindo frowned, looking over the letters she showed him. “Isn’t it excellent writing? I’m happy I got someone who knows how to spell correctly, or I might have lost it.” L/n giggles to herself as Shindo finishes up the last letter. “You sound like you have a crush on him.”

L/n, startled by the rudeness of his tone, frowns. “No,” She takes the letters and looks over his face. “I hardly know him, if not at all! Plus . . . I already have someone else in mind.” Her heart is hectically beating against her ribcage as she avoids Shindo’s eyes. She can hear his small giggle and feel his hand hovering over her shoulder. “Is that so?”

“Uh, ye—”

“Shindo, L/n, that’s enough socializing for one class, thank you. Back to writing letters!”

Dear Lord Explosion Murder,

I thank you for giving grape boy the middle finger. Made me smile. He just makes my blood boil when I hear what he does to the women in your class! Gosh, I wish I could punch him myself. How is he even in your class?! He seems like the least valuable hero to ever exist. And, you say I have feelings for you, yet you tell me you want to do stuff for me, despite not knowing me. Maybe you’re the one who is falling for me. Hehe. Well, for the last letter to you from me, I say goodbye.

Sincerely,

Bozo <3

Dear Bozo,

So, we find ourselves at our very last letter, huh? Don’t go crying on me now. We knew this wouldn’t last forever. One month, four letter, that’s it. We both knew this. Tsk. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy this because that would be a lie. A huge fucking one. And I don’t have fucking feelings for you! I don’t do love. If I am to be number one, I don’t need a distraction. Hm. I still have another hundred words I can write to you before this is all over, before we never write to each other again. So, what do I say? I don’t know. You know, I fucking hated the idea of writing to some undegraded dipshit from another hero school, but . . . you aren’t so bad. Don’t go feeling special or anything, I said not so bad. Well, goodbye Bozo.

Sincerely,

Lord Explosion Murder <3

Bakugou gave Aizawa his finished letter Monday’s morning class. He felt a sad (don’t tell anyone). Aizawa could even see it, though he did not say anything. The whole class Bakugou had his eyes on the desk, a solemn expression upon his face. His eyes screamed sad. How weird to see.

“I gave my pen pal my number! I still wanna talk, so I figured they’d be okay with it.” He heard Kirishima say. He growled, hitting the table with his hand aggressively. The others startled ask what’s wrong. He doesn’t answer and only keeps his eyes on his food.

How could he be so stupid?! He could’ve given them his number, email, anything. How could he be so stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid?!

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Kiwi

Bakugou KatsukiXReader SFW, Fluff

TW: Mild swearing 

Based on: Kiwi by Harry Styles 

The dorms were mostly quiet, students had long settled into bed for the night. Another long day of training and learning was to follow the next day, the class content of a hero course student at UA was no surprise a mental drain. The academics were rigorous, the materials being taught quickly. So, it was no surprise you and your friends were struggling to keep up with the various lessons being taught.

The studying had started out like any other night would have. Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Mina, and You all gathered in Bakugou’s room after dinner to study together. It always started with studying, asking Bakugou questions, but eventually it turned into watching Denki, Sero, and Mina horse around while Kirishima tried to keep Bakugou at bay. You had never expected to find such a rough and wild group of friends while attending school, but they were perfect for you. After some hours, Denki, Sero, and Mina all turned in for the night. You stayed around with Kirishima and Bakugou, asking some extra math questions as Kiri watched. You’re laid on the ground next to Bakugou’s desk, legs above your head as they rested against his desk. Your hoodie layed disregarded on his floor somewhere, his room always was warmer than the rest of the dorms. Kirishima was laying on Bakugou’s bed, ideally scrolling through his phone. Bakguou was checking your practice problems, scribbling over them in red ink. A pair of glasses sat on the edge of Bakugou’s nose, adding on a new level of maturity and sophistication. When he was alone with you and Kirshima, it was one of the few times he was much quieter and calmer. The three of you were close friends.

Kirishima stood up from the bed, stretching his arms over his head. “Well, I think I’m going to call it a night. Thank you for the study-sesh Baku-bro. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Bakugou mumbled his farewells under his breath, still scanning over your work. You wave Kiri a goodbye, smiling at him as he left. Kirishima closed the door with a smirk that you and bakugou both missed.

Bakugou turns to look at you. “God, get your feet off my desk, would ya?” He shoots you a slide glance, one that looks even more vicious through his glasses that were resting on the edge of his nose. You groaned, kicking your legs in front of you, repositioning yourself to an upright position. “You missed all of them except one. I really don’t know how you manage to do that.”

You threw your head back, grimacing at the extra work. “I don’t know, math is hard.”

“It isn’t hard, you’re just a bunch of dumbasses.”

You frowed, pouting your bottom lip out. You snatched the paper from his desk, smacking it onto the floor in front of you. Half a dozen algebra problems were in front of you, most of them covered in red pen where Bakugou had marked and circled your mistakes. His writing was slanted and consisted of light strokes. It was the kind of writing you expect from someone who writes fast and aggressively. You took out a pencil and started to rework some of the problems, but kept getting the same answers. You knew that you had made mistakes, Bakguou had written them out, but you weren't really sure what they were. You gave up, throwing the pencil at his wall, crumpling up the paper and throwing it at the ceiling, landing somewhere unbeknownst to you. “I quit! This is dumb! I won’t be a prohero anymore if it means I have to do algebra.”

The last part of your rage caught bakugou’s attention, drawing him out of his manga. He looked at your scowling figure, the steam practically radiating off of you. He felt himself grow angry, he knew you were too good to waste yourself and not be a hero. Unlike most of the other “extras” in class, you had potential. You were someone he thought he could work with- or even work for. He groaned under his breath, trying to figure out what to say. “Only a dumbass would quit over some stupid math problems.”

You turned over his shoulder to look at him, his eyes avoiding yours as he marked his place in his manga and closed it, sitting it back in his bedside drawer. He grabbed the math textbook off his desk and threw it to the floor next to you, it landed with a thump. He sat down next to you on the floor, your knees brushing against each other. He threw a notebook down and flipped the textbook to the page of problems you had been doing. “Do this one step by step and I’ll show you how to do it,” He glared away from you, “or don’t, I don’t care.”

You looked at his face, his glasses suiting his face in quite a lovely way. They made him look more like his father. You scribbled out the first few steps of the equation. “I can do this part. I get stuck here.”

He drew some lines in red ink. “You take the extra number here, and you just distribute it like this…” He led you through the steps of distributing and multiplication, the problem starting to make more sense. You did the next practice problem alone, Bakugou watching the way you bit your bottom lip when you were focused, the same way you did during sparring practice or during a rescue practice. You finished the problem and slid the paper over to him. He checked over it, not moving the red pen this time. “That's right. Good job or whatever…” You threw your hands up in victory, whooping in excitement. Bakugou hit you in the shoulder, shoving you over a little. “Shut up, dumbass, people are sleeping. And I would be too, if you weren't still here.”

You chuckled, and hoisted yourself off the ground. You reached a hand out to him, lifting him up to. He rolled his eyes at your hand, but took it anyways as he lifted himself off the ground. “Well, thank ya Boom Boy. I’ll see you tomorrow, yea?”

Bakugou walked you to the door, quickly checking to see if the hall was empty. It was long past curfew, and while the two of you were just studying, he wasn’t about to deal with the extras bothering him or you. “Tch, whatever.”

You showed yourself out, and Bakugou closed the door behind you. Once you were gone, he started to clean up the study materials left on the floor. He came across the hoodie you had left behind on the ground. He rolled his eyes, making some sarcastic comment about how forgetful you could be. He went to fold it up to return tomorrow, but watched as your earbuds and music player fell out. He rolled his eyes, fumbling with the device in his hands. He noticed it was dead, and figured he could at least charge it for you. In his mind, you would have forgotten to charge it yourself and this was his way of being nice. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to be nice to you, but he felt like he had to be.

During the night, Bakugou found himself tossing and turning in his sleep. He couldn’t get his mind to settle, it jumped from topic to topic. The topic it kept returning to, however, was oddly enough- you. He kept thinking about how you looked laughing at Denki that night, the way you were so comfortable around him, the way you were biting your lip…

He shook his head, noticing your music player blinking a green light. It was fully charged now. He took it off the charger and scrolled through the music on it. Most of it was stuff he didn’t know or recognize. It was a jumble of genres and types, none of it able to be conformed to a certain genre. With little second thought, he slipped your earbuds in his ears and pressed shuffle.

The vocals on the first track felt like something old, something recorded through an old microphone or telephone. The guitar was strong and rhythmic, the groove reminiscence of rock music he listened to growing up. But what he liked were the drums and the lyrics. The drums had a loud kick to them, something flashy he could play. The lyrics had a spunk to them, a little attitude and a little risque- bad ass. They reminded him of you somehow.

He turned the lamp on in his room, padding over to the desk to scribble the song title out on a piece of loose paper. Kiwi.

A few evenings later,  you went to find Bakugou, excited to show him your test score. You had gotten a B on the math test, and it was really all owed to him. What you didn’t expect, however, was hearing a familiar sound coming from his drum set. You knocked one the door a few times, but when he didn’t answer, you opened it slowly. He had headphones in his ears, you watched as he finished the song, dropping his arms, puffing and sweating a little. He was all or nothing, all the time.

“Bakugou, was that Kiwi? Never pegged you as a Harry Styles fan.” You looked closer, his attention finally on you. “Wait, is that my music player?!”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, realizing you caught him. He threw a drumstick at you, it barely missing your head and tumbling into the hall. You laughed as you took off running, calling out for the rest of your friends to come see what Bakugou was doing. Bakugou got up, chasing after you down the hall, his other drumstick and your music player falling to the ground behind him.