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[wonubby]

GOL PARI JOON ! - K. BAKUGO

SYPONOSIS - at U.A, y/n is known as Gol Pari, the untouchable flower fairy. admired by all, wanted by many, but she rejects them all without hesitation. yet, the only one she desires is katsuki bakugo, the one guy who doesn’t care. and y/n isn’t used to being ignored.

STATUS - ongoing

TAGLIST - open

chapter 00: esmet chie? (whats your name)

chapter 01: he's so gorgeous

chapter 02: ts(pmo)²

chapter 03: leave him and date me!

TBA...

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Chapter 03.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : sort of angst at the end? moment of panic attack though it's minor

You pressed the doorbell and stepped back with a pleasant hum. “I don’t know why you bother ringing that shit. I always barge in whenever I have to fucking come here.” Bakugo grumbled as you both stood in front of the door to his mother’s studio. 

You looked back at him and scoffed. “That would be the nice thing to do Bakugo. You wouldn’t know.”

“Being nice is for pussies.”

“And here comes the attitude.” You mumbled under your breath.

Bakugo whipped his head around and glared at you, “Do you really wanna go? We can go right here right fucking now don’t test me-”

The front door swung open and a middle aged blond woman stepped out, offering you a soft smile, “Oh so you must be my son’s partner please please! Do come in! He never stops talking about you my dear- oh and shoes at the doorstep darling, are you hungry? Thirsty? Anything my son can get for you? Katsuki! Be a good boyfriend and help your partner out!” Mitsuki Bakugo shouted as she pushed the door open wider, ushering both of you inside her studio.

“God fucking damnit you hag! Shut the actual fuck up! You know we’re not actually dating! And they can handle themselves! I don’t gotta do shit for them!” Bakugo shouted at his mother as he tugged off his shoes.

“Bakugo!” You whipped your head around and glared at him, eyes narrowed into slits. “Watch your fucking language when you speak to your fucking mother goddamn it! I’m not risking losing an opportunity like this all because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut you dumb piece of shit!” You hissed back at him.

Bakugo stared at you.

Mitsuki smiled.

Bakugo grumbled as you stepped into the studio, the tips of his ears flushing a soft red as his mother nudged him and grinned. He rolled his eyes and followed behind you, crossing his arms across his chest and looking around.

The studio was unfortunately - or maybe it was fortunately - the same as he remembered it when he was younger; and throughout all the different parts of his life. 

His mother’s desk was placed in the same shitty corner, and those creepy looking mannequins were still standing in every corner that they could possibly be placed without being knocked over - each one was covered in some sort of fabric, some of the outfits were finished, some were still a mess of stitching and needle work. 

There were things on the floor, scraps of fabric and tape measures and the whole place smelted of baked goods, like the oven had just been turned off and if he squinted - he could see a small Katsuki and Izuku, reaching for the caramel and chocolate chip cookies behind Mitsuki’s back - before two simultaneous wails would break her out of her thought. She would have to end up putting her needle down and pulling her glasses off her face before tending to the two boys, one whom she scolded and the other whom she carefully doted over.

That particular memory brought a small smile to Bakugo’s face.

He looked around more before his eyes met a small area in the back of the studio which he had dubbed “The hero’s corner” as a child. 

When he was younger he would sit on the floor and play with his action figures. When he started school the toys were replaced with notebooks and pens. He remembered one instance, during first year of highschool, where he was perched in his chair, furiously scribbling in his journal, (He was much too prideful to call it a diary) about you. Pages upon pages wasted as he ranted about how much he hated you. 

The strangest part? 

He had a nagging feeling that he really didn’t hate you-

Nope. Not going down that train of thought today. Thanks a lot Eijirou for putting that idea in my head in the first place. I hope you’re hit by a fucking train shitty hair.

“Katsuki are you even listening!” Mitsuki shouted at Bakugo who snapped back to reality, whipping his head back around and glaring at his mother.

“Shut up you hag! I don’t even know why the fuck I’m here! You already have all of my fucking measurements from when I was fucking born why do I gotta be here for?” He snapped back, fists clenched. Every moment he spent with you in his general vicinity was fucking torture and he felt like he was drowning. The smell of your perfume or shampoo or whatever the fuck you were wearing that he was smelling was slowly killing him here. 

"Y'know what fuck it I'm stepping outside for some air. It smells like shit in here. Open a window or something." Bakugo sighed, shaking his head as he stepped outside, sitting on the stairs.

He ran a hand through his ashy blond hair.

“Fucking shit Shitty Hair.” He hissed under his breath.

-

"This is going to suck so much ass." You sighed.

"Yep."

"Why do I gotta do this shit with you?"

"I'd be damned if I knew." Bakugo mumbled.

Your outfit was stunning and damn, did you feel stunning. Mitsuki really outdid herself when it came to the outfit. It was such a shame that it had to be used on Bakugo of all people. You nervously wiped your hands down your outfit, you had been to a few of these gala’s in the past - hero work tended to come with a lot more rubbing shoulders then you had been led to expect. “How long do we have to be doing this?” You whispered, turning to meet Bakugo’s stern gaze as he stared straight ahead. He clenched his jaw and shrugged. 

“Until the press gets what they want I guess.” He mumbled. He didn’t know how long it would take for them to get here - or when they would leave. When they drain us of our blood. For fuck’s sake. I don’t want to be here. I’d rather be at home right now. Or at the gym. Or god knows where.

Bakugo clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he forced himself to stare straight ahead. It was suffocating being in here. He thought the studio was bad? His sports car was a million times worse.

You were so fucking close. If he turned his head just a little bit to the side he would be able to point out and count each individual blemish on your face. 

The car reeked of whatever you were wearing. 

Again, not in a bad way. But shit - Bakugo was drowning.

Like he had been caught up in a rip and he was trying so fucking hard to swim to the sides - to safety but you were there and you were smiling at him, looking at him with those eyes and you grabbed him by the leg and forced his head under.

The worst part was that he knew it was going to get worse for him.

And it was all Kirishima’s fault. He was the one that planted this stupid idea in his head in the first place - if he had kept his big mouth shut Bakugo wouldn’t be here worrying about mending a broken relationship.

Shit.

You were going to be the death of him.

He sighed as the sleek sports car pulled up the venue. “Let me get the door for you.” Bakugo mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “What a gentleman.” You muttered under your breath as your ‘date’ stepped outside and pulled the door open for you. He reached for your hand but you slapped it away, throwing a glare at him.

“Don’t. I can handle myself.” You hissed under your breath.

Bakugo scoffed and pulled away, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in. “Did you forget? We gotta put on a show for these blood hungry demons society calls paparazzi. I don’t wanna be doing this shit either but it’s not like we have a fucking choice anyways. So pull that fucking stick out of your ass and take my fucking hand.”

You sighed defeatedly and debated your options, mulling a few thoughts in your head before you reached for Bakugo’s hand, holding your piercing glare as he intertwined his fingers with your own. He met your eyes and a silent understanding sparked between you both.

An hour. Tops. In and out. Give the press what they want so they can bump up our image. And then get the fuck out of there.

“Glad to see we agree on something…” Bakugo mumbled under his breath as he led you up the stairs, the flash of the cameras blinding him. A deep scowl etched into his face as he huffed.

You nudged him softly, meeting his gaze. “Smile.” You whispered as you both stepped up against the doors. “And stop stepping on my shoe.” You hissed. 

Bakugo rolled his eyes. 

You both smiled as the cameras flashed away, draining you of your essence. Of what made you both - fundamentally - you.

By the end of the night you would be a piece of gossip. An image on the newspapers. The name rolled off the tongue of a jealous fan. The name whispered in adoration of an obsessive stalker. A name.

A title.

Bakugo’s eyes flickered to your face for a moment before his arm snaked around your waist and gave you a soft squeeze. I’m here for you.

“Are you good?” Bakugo whispered as he led you inside. “You looked kinda out of it.” 

“I hate the paparazzi.” You mumbled as he led you up the stairs. 

“Yeah well. You don’t gotta worry about em too much in here.” He shrugged, letting his arm drop when the flashing lights were out of view. “Chill out with your friends, do whatever I dunno. I’ll text you at eleven to pick you up and go home. Alright?” Bakugo gave you a one over, eyes flickering from your face down to your body and then back up to your face.

The stare made you slightly self conscious. 

Don’t look at me like that. 

You huffed, raising your arms to your chest, nodding as you averted your gaze.

Bakugo stared at you, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Right uh.. Be safe I guess.” He mumbled.

You nodded. “Yea… uh you too?”

-

“You’re out here? Shouldn’t you be inside?” Bakugo’s voice came out as gruff as he stepped out onto the balcony. You didn’t bother turning around as he moved to stand beside you. You took in a deep inhale of the fresh night air.

It was biting against your arms.

“Yea… I got tired of being there. My social battery is a little low today so y'know? I just needed the space.” You mumbled, not bothered to explain your reasons for staying outside to the likes of Bakugo.

He merely nodded as he wordlessly stared up at the sky. “Can I ask you something?” 

“You already did.”

“Something else idiot.”

You snorted, covering it up with a cough. “Yea go ahead.” 

“You hate me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was an observation. 

You hated Bakugo. 

You hated his ego. 

You hated his pride. 

You hated the way he made you feel like a pebble in his path to success. 

You hated his anger. 

You hated the way he had changed. 

You hated how he tried to remedy things. 

You hated the way his eyes sparked. 

You hated the way he spoke to you - so soft and delicate, like a flower losing its petals.

You hated him.

A chill ran up your arms, and you rubbed them softly. Did I forget my coat in the car? I got so worked up over the whole gala I forgot my coat!

You were about to curse out loud at your stupidity - but before you were able to, you were enveloped by a soft caramel scent mixed with something spicy? Cinnamon?

“You’re shivering.” Bakugo pointed out. “You left your coat in the car.”

You huffed, pulling his suit jacket closer. “Thanks…” You mumbled looking up at the sky. “Do you… like the stars?” You looked over at Bakugo who was staring up at the inky void. The light pollution was annoying, you could barely see a thing, but the small little dots that you did see would lift your spirits anyways.

Even if most of them were dead.

“I do.” He nodded. “You didn’t answer my question.” He turned to you. “Do you hate me?”

You went silent for a moment, pulling the jacket closer and looking back up. “Yea.”

“Yea. I think… I hate you.”

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i saw this on reels and someone said kiribaku text post im dying:

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you hit the gym?

feat: modern au college au yeah yeah tomura shigaraki

warnings / cache notes: language. this is possibly very ooc but as usual idc.

req📌: ❌ roommate enemies to lovers tomura who starts going to the same gym you do just to piss you off and you start to realize his efforts are doing more than working on you— *gunshots*

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random bf texts! e!kirishima

authors note: these are so silly but yeah! (i suck at smaus) suggestive content, implied fem!reader. m.list

[samm1e13]

L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / graphic design / you know toga?

main menu;

level one; graphic design

cw; nothing this chapter, just a little background information to start us off

lost in a daydream, you fail to notice the body dropping into the seat next to yours. it’s only when there’s a thump on the desk that your eyes snapped to the boy who silently entered your space. you recognize him as tomura, you’ve seen him in this class before but never so close.

“sorry ‘s the only seat available.” a glance around the room indicated he’s telling the truth, and given that class started fifteen minutes ago, you’re not surprised.

“no worries, you’re okay.” you smile and he nods, turning his head towards the front where the professor drones on about the next project. 

you attempt to listen, but your gaze drifts back out the window. you really wish you hadn’t let shigs convince you to play another round of league last night, now you can hardly keep your eyes open and you have forty-five minutes left of this class.

“this will be a two person project. it’s forty percent of your grade and will take about two months. you and your partner will work together to come up with a website idea and design the website together. the website will need to meet certain requirements.” your focus hones in on the professor as they begin to explain the project specifics.

“all of the project information can be found online in the class forum under the ‘design a website’ folder. your partners will be the people sitting next to or closest to you, if you do not have a partner please see me right away and i will see what i can do. best of luck to you all, you may use the rest of class time to discuss with your partners.” as the professor finishes speaking, your gaze finds tomura, who is boredly staring at his computer screen, the project information on display as he tilts his head to you.

“i don’t think i know your name.” he speaks quietly, more so than he usually does, and you think you hear a hint of shame or embarrassment in his tone.

“oh! it’s y/n, and you’re tomura, right?” you play it off as a question, in hopes that it’ll make him feel more comfortable, he simply nods again before returning his gaze to the screen.

it’s silent for a while as he scrolls through the project requirements and you debate messaging shigs to ask if he wants to game later. you decide against it as tomura looks to you again.

“it’s pretty straight forward, like the professor said.” he turns the screen in your direction and you think you see a notification for league of legends but it’s gone too soon. you quickly skim over the words written on the screen before looking up and catching his gaze.

“so we basically have to make a business website or something similar?” you notice the way his fingers twitch as his cheek rests against his hand before he nods.

“yeah basically, it can be commercial or personal, as long as it meets the specs set up by the professor.” his fingers slip beneath his jaw to scratch at the side of his neck, you assume it’s an anxious tick so you move your gaze back to the screen.

“yeah that makes sense, like game developers need to make sure the codes are correct before moving on to the next level.” you see his lips quirk up in a small smile and know you’ve succeeded in making him relax.

“yeah exactly! hey, maybe that could be our topic?” his voice takes a more upbeat tone and it makes you beam.

“you and i are going to get along great!” his throat rumbles with a chuckle at your words and your face flushes when your eyes meet.

level one; graphic design completed!

one achievement unlocked; new friend!

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SWEET LIFE: Candy Rain

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cw: pedophilic behavior, illusions to ed, diet culture , drug mention

LONG WRITTEN PORTION UNDER THE CUT!

"Daddy!” Yn beamed, striding up to her father with the confidence only a princess could pull off, her heels clicking with purpose on the marble floor. Her face was lit with a smile that could disarm any room, and as her father looked up, his eyes softened.

“My Princess,” he said warmly, his grin spreading wide. “Greece treated you well, love. You look as stunning as ever.”

Yn leaned in to kiss his cheek, her heart warming at his genuine affection. She had always been his darling girl, the one he could do no wrong by.

But before she could fully enjoy the moment, a cold shadow passed over her, and the air shifted as a voice, sleek and dripping with venom, called her name.

“Yn, dearest.”

The words felt like ice water, chilling her to the bone. She stiffened instinctively, and a shiver ran down her spine despite the summer warmth. Her mother’s presence had that effect—unnerving, always poised, always watching.

The woman approached, her heels clicking in time with Yn’s own but with a much slower, calculated rhythm, like a predator closing in on its prey. She wrapped an arm around her father’s waist, leaning in close as if to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

“You look… well,” her mother said, her gaze sweeping over Yn with an appraising look. “Well fed.”

Yn’s smile faltered, and her brow twitched as she stood a little straighter. Of course, she’d say something like that.

“Mother,” she said, clearing her throat, trying to maintain a sense of composure. “Good to finally see you.”

Her mother’s lips curled into a tight, calculated smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach her cold, calculating eyes. “You look beautiful, darling. Those shoes… quite the choice,” she remarked, her tone dripping with passive aggression, her eyes glinting with subtle contempt.

Yn’s jaw tightened, but she kept her voice sweet, lacing it with the same venom. “I thought they complemented the outfit quite nicely.”

Her mother scoffed, rolling her eyes before taking a slow sip from her mimosa, the glass clinking against her perfectly manicured fingers. “Oh, you would think that, wouldn’t you?” she remarked, her tone dripping with thinly veiled judgment.

Yn stood her ground, her posture regal, but her mother’s next words made her stomach tighten.

“You’re looking a bit more… plump,” she said, her voice slipping into a mock concern. “Are you following the diet regime I left Anais?” Her mother’s smile never wavered, but there was something sharp beneath it, something that hinted at deeper intentions.

Yn’s gaze flickered for a moment, but she quickly masked it with an air of indifference. “To a T.”

Her mother’s smile never wavered, but the coldness behind it was palpable. “Well, remind me to call her and get it refined. Your calorie budget might be a bit too high.”

Yn’s posture stiffened, but she didn’t waver. Fushikages don’t falter. She hung her head slightly, gathering her thoughts, before lifting it back up with a composed, practiced grace. “Perhaps you’re right, Mother. It’s so good to have you back in Japan with your family, rather than in Bali with the oil baron from Kuwait.”

Her mother’s eyes narrowed, the subtle venom clear as she met her daughter’s gaze. “You forget yourself, Yn.”

Yn bowed her head slightly, a perfect show of deference, but the edge in her voice was unmistakable. “And for that, I do apologize. I must go greet the Iidas. Will I see you both at dinner tonight?”

Her father nodded, his expression softening as he leaned down to place a kiss on her head, his way of silently sending her off. “Of course, darling. We’ll be there.”

Yn gave a small, polite smile before turning on her heel, her movements fluid and graceful, her mind already slipping away from the uncomfortable encounter. The weight of her mother’s presence might linger, but it wouldn’t break her. Fushikages don’t falter.

She weaved her way through the guests, her signature smile lighting up the room like a beacon, offering polite waves and greetings. Her voice, sweet as honey, slipped from her lips effortlessly, soft as velvet, each word carefully crafted to maintain the facade of grace despite the chaos swirling around her.

“Fushikage Yn.” The voice that called her name made her freeze. It was gruff, heavy with the scent of too many Proseccos—unseemly for an event that had barely reached lunchtime.

She whipped around to find a man standing behind her. Tall, plump—a rather impressive feat, considering. His words were slow and sluggish, clearly the product of far too much wine. “You don’t remember me, do you? I used to come over all the time, worked in your dad’s company for a while.”

Yn’s smile didn’t falter, though her patience was thinning. “Ah, well, so do 10,000 other people. Apologies, I can’t remember everyone,” she said sweetly, her tone carrying an edge of polite dismissal as she tried to sidestep him. “Hope to see you around again.”

But he blocked her path, his gaze appraising her in a way that made her skin crawl. “You are just so stunning. I always knew you would be, since that day I saw you.” His eyes glazed over as if lost in thought. “You were just a little girl.”

Her smile tightened. “And when was this?” she asked, her voice like ice.

“Maybe 10 years ago,” he said, eyes blinking in confusion.

Yn’s eyebrows arched in polite disbelief. “When I was seven? Lovely.”

“Eight, possibly,” he offered, trying to recover.

She forced a smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. “Would you excuse me? Iida Tenya is expecting me.”

But he didn’t budge. “Aw, come on. What’s the rush? Time has passed, people have grown, and you’ve only gotten more and more beautiful by the day.” His gaze drifted over her form, the perverse hunger behind it making her stomach churn.

She held back a shiver, her patience wearing thinner by the second. “I really must go. And you should drink some water,” she said coolly, her words calm but laced with a warning. “It’ll help.”

He ignored her suggestion, grabbing her arm with surprising strength. “Ah, what’s the rush? You’re about to graduate, and as wonderful as you are, no one wants to see the face of the Fushikage industry single and alone. Those rumored relationships won’t be enough to keep the public sane.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “A 50-year-old man reading Tattle Tokyo posts? Never thought I’d see the day,” Yn muttered under her breath, the words sharp and cutting.

“Please,” she said more forcefully, her tone ice-cold now. “Let me go. This is highly inappropriate.”

He stepped closer, his breath hot and foul on her skin as he slurred, “Come on, you just need a man in your life. A man with control, someone who can sort all this out.”

Her blood ran cold, fury bubbling just beneath the surface, but she held her composure, her expression perfectly calm. It took everything in her to maintain that mask, the weight of his fingers digging deeper into her flesh a reminder of how little she could do to escape without making a scene.

“I think she said to let her go,” a voice sliced through the tension like a knife. Both their heads snapped to the sound, and there, standing like a force of nature, was Katsuki Bakugou. His usual scowl was present, but the sharpness in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t about to let this go.

The man who had been accosting her didn’t flinch. Instead, a grin spread across his face as he sized up the newcomer. “Mitsuki’s son,” he sneered, voice thick with alcohol. “I know you lack manners, but let me teach you some—mind your business.”

“Sorry, but she is my business,” Katsuki shot back, his tone icy, his words as cutting as the glare he sent the man’s way. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them with a confidence that made the other man falter slightly. His hand shot out, grabbing Yn’s arm with surprising gentleness before tugging her into his side. “Being as she’s my date.”

Yn could have kissed him in that moment. Not that she’d ever admit it, but she was sorelieved to see him. Unfortunately, she was also hyper-aware of the way her skin burned where his hand touched her, the weight of his presence suddenly making everything feel more intense.

The older man scoffed, clearly not willing to back down so easily. “You’re not a very good one, seeing as you left your date all alone,” he sneered, his eyes narrowing as he grimaced at Katsuki’s protective stance. “What kind of gentleman lets a woman fend for herself at an event like this?”

Katsuki’s grip on her tightened ever so slightly, an invisible promise. “A real one,” he shot back without hesitation, his voice low and dangerous. “One that knows women don't always need escorts, she can very well handle herself. Now step the hell back. You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to leave her alone.”

Yn didn’t dare to look at the man anymore, her attention fixated on the warmth of Katsuki’s side, the heat of his presence almost suffocating but in a way that felt oddly… protective. Her pulse still raced, but it wasn’t from fear anymore—it was from something else. Something dangerously close to gratitude, though she’d never admit it.

The older man seemed to consider his next move, but after a long, tense moment, he seemed to realize that he was facing a fight he wasn’t willing to take on. He grumbled something unintelligible under his breath and, with one last look at the two of them, staggered off, his footfalls fading into the background noise of the event.

Katsuki didn’t move immediately. He just stood there, his arm still around Yn, holding her close as if daring anyone else to challenge him. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable, though she could see the slight flicker of something—concern? Anger? A mixture of both?

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice rough but genuine.

Yn swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “I… yeah. Thanks,” she managed, her words feeling weak against the backdrop of everything that had just happened. She hated how rattled she felt, but she couldn’t shake the overwhelming sense of relief that came from his presence.

“Good,” Katsuki muttered, his grip loosening just enough to give her space but not enough to let go completely. His gaze didn’t leave her, scanning her face with a level of intensity she wasn’t entirely sure how to handle. “You shouldn’t get yourself into situations like that.”

“Like I did it on purpose?” she rolled her eyes, irritation sparking in her chest as they walked side by side. “I just happen to attract attention wherever I go, unfortunately. What, am I supposed to wear a sign that says ‘Do Not Approach’?”

Katsuki scoffed, his jaw clenching as his fingers tightened just slightly around her waist. “Maybe you should. Or better yet, don’t wander off alone in places like this. You think everyone here is gonna just keep their distance ‘cause you’re Fushikage Yn? Newsflash—this is high society, not a damn bubble.”

“I can handle myself,” she shot back, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling the heat of his touch a little too much. “It’s not like I asked for your help, but thanks for the rescue. Again.”

He scoffed again, voice low and a little more sarcastic than usual. “Yeah, you definitely had it covered, right? You looked real comfortable in that guy’s grasp.”

She glared at him, her temper flaring. “I didn’t ask for anyone’s help, okay? I can take care of myself without your macho nonsense.”

“Oh yeah? Then why didn’t you do something sooner? Let me guess—you were gonna ‘charm’ your way out of it with that smile of yours?”

Her eyes narrowed, but she kept her voice steady, trying not to let his words dig under her skin. “You’re so predictable, Bakugou. You think I’m some delicate little flower who can’t fend for herself?”

Katsuki shot her a sharp look, and his hand drifted back to her waist, his grip a little firmer this time. “I didn’t say that. But there’s a reason why everyone keeps taking shots at you. You make it too damn easy.”

Yn rolled her eyes again, her patience thin. “So now it’s my fault that people are predators, huh? I don’t know what you’re trying to get at here.”

“I’m just saying, you don’t always have to act like you don’t need anyone. You’re not invincible,” he muttered, the intensity of his words biting more than she expected.

She stopped in her tracks, staring up at him with a mix of frustration and something else that she refused to acknowledge. “Bakugou?” she said, voice quieter now, but with an edge. “Yeah?” he answered, not even breaking eye contact. “Get your arm off my waist.”

inside scoop!

yn knows her mother loves her but she's not sure if she likes her

neither katsuki or yn are sure why they hate each other they just do

mina showed up to the brunch an hour late but she looked so good no one cares

kyoka's parents have been divorced and remarried three times now no one knows if they're together or not at the moment

i had more planned for the iida brunch which is why it had alot of buildup but I forgot half my plan 

I didn't read this over I need to learn to proofread

i have more chapters written for in the middle of the story when they're back at school than i do the beginning

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Sweetest

Ochako Uraraka x F! Reader

Pt. 1

Sleepover ;p

Ochako Uraraka, is the most thoughtful person in the world. It was no wonder why she had so many friends she would always make sure nobody felt left out or like they didn’t belong so it didn’t shock you when she invited you to the girl's sleepover in the dorms. At first, you wanted to say no but when you saw the face she tried to hide you couldn’t help yourself but agree.

That’s why you’re at the grocery store with her on snack duty, you knew she wouldn’t have been able to keep track of what everyone wanted so you offered to help her.

“Did Mina say regular starburst bag or just the pink ones?” Ochako asked, looking at the shelf full of so much candy that it was almost overwhelming. “Uhhhhmmm pink ones” you say as you open your phone to check the time. “Hmm, we should probably hurry up, we’ve barely got much done from how much we were joking around.” you giggle, remember the photos you just know she’s going to post later. “Yeahhhh you're right I don’t think we have that much time we still gotta set up my dorm for the sleepover." Ochako said while smiling at you, it made your heart flutter but you tried to dismiss it. Clearly, she doesn't like you like that; she just likes you as a friend, right? I mean, have you seen the way she acts around Deku, there's no way she likes girls.

Ochako's POV: "Hmmm, I feel like we're missing something." I tell Y/n, looking around at the set up we made for the sleepover. "Hmmm, we should probably change into pajamas." She smiles slightly in my direction, a smile that anyone could appreciate, the warmness she brings is so comforting, I knew she had to be at the sleepover. "Oh yeah! I have matching pajamas if you wanna match with me!" I look in her direction, returning her warm smile. "Yeah I'm down"

I get out the pajamas, mine being white with pink bows on it, hers also white but with light brown little bears on them. "Here, I think they'll suit you!"

Y/n's POV: "Thank you!" I say as I walk out of Ochako's dorm to the bathrooms so I could change into the pajamas. She always found a way to bring a smile to your face, no matter the situation she always makes the room brighter and happier. I slip on the pajamas and glance at my phone.

"Goodness gracious." I sigh, putting my phone away, walking towards Ochako's room, and see the door open. I guess some of the girls are already in there. I walk in seeing Mina, Momo, Toru, and Jiro on the bed in their pajamas, meanwhile, Tsyu is in Ochako's desk chair. But Ochako is the only one who isn't in the room. "Where Ochako?" I glance around the room at the girls. "She went to go get extra blankets, were making pallets!" Tsyu replies. "Oh, okay."

Ochako walks in with a few blankets and pillows. "You think this should be enough?" She joyfully asks.

Hello!! This is my first post so I made it a little short to sorta “test the waters” I was kinda upset I hadn’t seen much wlw mha content so I decided to make some! I have some experience in this type of stuff (old Wattpad stuff ;p) but I hope you guys like it and give feedback, please!! (I’ll make the next part longer if this one does well)

[yuwuta]

you hook up with izuku drunkenly at someone’s birthday party and it’s not even that you regret it in the morning it’s just that your post nut clarity hits that you slept with the boy you’ve known since pre-k all because of a couple of drinks and when he wakes up you’re still freaking out and you make him pinky promise that this won’t mess with your friendship, “izuku do you hear me? we are NOT going to be that pair of sad best friends that fucks everything up just because of sex. sex is nothing. we’re never gonna do it again, so we’ll be fine right?” and the whole time he’s nodding along with wide, glassy eyes not listening to a goddamn thing you’re saying because he’s been in love with you since middle school, and last night you said you loved him, too. granted he was inside of you, and he said it first, but you said it back, and by that point it was well after one in the morning so the only thing you two were drunk on were each other. it’s probably why the very next day he is at your doorstep with a notebook in hand and a grin on his face that’s something right in between cocky and sweet when he says “i think we should sleep together again. and before you say no, i made a list about why 😁 number one: we’re really good at it. number two—”

[autlantic]

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[wonubby]

GOL PARI JOON ! - K. BAKUGO

chapter 00: esmet chie? (whats your name)

SYPONOSIS - at U.A, y/n is known as Gol Pari, the untouchable flower fairy. admired by all, wanted by many, but she rejects them all without hesitation. yet, the only one she desires is katsuki bakugo, the one guy who doesn’t care. and y/n isn’t used to being ignored.

STATUS - ongoing

TAGLIST - open

esmet chie means what's your name and i'd like to add that y/n's skin colour is not specified; she's just from an iranian background!

present - masterlist - next

Y/N L/N

hero name: gol pari (flower fairy)

quirk: bloombringer

y/n has a deep connection with nature, specifically flowers and fae-like energy. by touching the ground or any surface with organic material, they can instantly sprout vibrant flowers and plants. these aren’t just ordinary plants; they carry magical properties, influenced by the user’s emotions and intent.

Healing Blossoms: Soft blue flowers that release a soothing pollen, capable of closing minor wounds and easing pain.

Binding Vines: Thorny roses that rapidly grow and entangle opponents, tightening the more they struggle.

Fae’s Whisper: Delicate glowing petals that, when inhaled, cause hallucinations of eerie fae-like figures, unsettling enemies.

Withering Bloom: A rare ability where the user can make flowers rapidly decay, draining energy from whatever they touch.

the bloombringer quirk has some major downsides. if they overuse it, they start wilting, aka, getting weak, pale, and barely able to move. their plants react to their emotions, so if they freak out, things can go very wrong. it also drains their energy fast, so they can’t spam it. concrete cities are a nightmare since they can’t grow plants without carrying seeds or soil. fire is their worst enemy (because, duh, plants burn), cold slows everything down, and too much water can make their plants go crazy. their vines and flowers aren’t unbreakable either; someone strong enough can just rip through them. plus, some plants take time to grow, so they can’t always react instantly, and their pollen could easily hit the wrong people if the wind decides to be a jerk.

age: 17

height: 5'7

fun facts:

y/n was born in iran and lived there until she was five before moving to japan. she comes from a wealthy family with royal blood but prefers to keep it to herself. ethnically, she is iranian on her mother’s side and japanese on her father’s.

she grew up alongside katsuki and izuku, but they drifted apart when her family moved to a more exclusive area, right next to todoroki shoto’s house.

as a kid, y/n wasn’t particularly interested in becoming a hero, but after awakening her quirk and training with shoto, they both caught endeavor’s attention and earned a recommendation.

Katsuki Bakugo

hero name: great explosion murder god dynamight or dynamight for short

quirk: bakugo's quirk is explotion. he can create and control explosions from the sweat on his palms, which is made of a highly flammable substance. he uses these explosions for powerful attacks, mobility, and to enhance his strength. the more he sweats, the stronger the explosions can get, but using it too much tires him out.

age: 17

height: 6'1

fun facts:

bakugo grew up with y/n, and even though they drifted apart when her family moved to a wealthier area, he always admired her from afar. as kids, they were close, but his fiery personality and competitive nature made it hard for him to express it directly. he was always impressed by her strength and determination, especially as she trained with todoroki.

despite his tough exterior, bakugo has a soft spot for the people he cares about, especially his mom, even if he doesn't show it. growing up, he was always a perfectionist, which made him easily frustrated when things didn’t go as planned, but he never let that stop him from pushing himself and others to be the best.

his rivalry with izuku only made him more driven, but deep down, he respected the people around him; especially y/n, who always seemed to have a natural strength he couldn’t help but admire.

Mina Ashido

hero name: pinkie

quirk: mina ashido's quirk is acid. she can produce and control a corrosive liquid from her body, which she can use to attack, melt objects, or even create defensive barriers. the acid is strong enough to dissolve most substances, but she has complete control over its viscosity, allowing her to adjust its thickness and consistency. she can also coat her body with acid to increase her mobility or make her attacks more effective. while it’s powerful, it can also be dangerous if she loses control, and she needs to be careful with it in close combat.

age: 17

height: 5'3

fun facts:

mina loves dancing and has an energetic, upbeat personality that makes her one of the most outgoing people in class 1-a. she’s got a huge sweet tooth and is often snacking on candy or sweets.

she shares a close bond with kirishima, and they’re often seen hanging out and having a good time. her friendship with y/n is also really strong; they’ve been through a lot together, and mina always has y/n’s back, offering support and a bit of humor when things get tough. despite her bubbly nature, she’s always really considerate and protective of her friends, ready to step in whenever they need her.

Kirishima Eijiro

hero name: red riot

quirk: kirishima's quirk lets him harden his body to become as tough as rock, making him nearly invulnerable to physical attacks. the longer he stays hardened, the more stamina it drains, but he can use it for powerful offense and to take damage for his team. the harder he gets, the more durable he becomes, but he has to be careful not to overdo it and tire himself out.

age: 17

height: 5'9

fun facts:

kirishima is known for his super friendly and upbeat personality, always ready to encourage his friends and make them smile. he loves to make everyone feel included and is one of the most supportive people in class 1-a.

despite his tough exterior, he has a soft spot for his friends and is especially protective of y/n, who he’s been close with for a long time. his friendship with y/n is built on mutual respect, and he’s always there to cheer her on, even if she’s feeling down.

kirishima is also one of the people who secretly hopes that y/n and bakugo will get together, always trying to nudge them in the right direction, though he knows they’re both a bit too stubborn to admit it. he’s also a huge fan of protein shakes and loves to talk about them whenever he gets the chance.

Denki Kaminari

hero name: chargebolt

quirk: denki's quirk allows him to generate and release electricity from his body. he can use this to power up devices or unleash powerful electric shocks on opponents. however, if he overcharges himself, he can short-circuit his brain, causing him to become temporarily "zapped" and unable to think clearly or control his quirk.

age: 17

height: 5'9

fun facts:

denki is the life of the party in class 1-a, always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. he’s super outgoing and loves to make friends with anyone, making him pretty popular among his classmates. he’s also really chill and doesn’t let things stress him out too much.

his friendship with y/n is solid, and even though she’s a bit more serious than him, denki always knows how to lighten the mood and make her smile. he’s also tight with the bakusquad, often hanging out with kirishima, bakugo, and mina, and he’s the one who’s always trying to get them to relax and have fun together.

denki loves teasing bakugo, but he knows how to back off when it counts. he’s the kind of guy who will always have your back, even if he’s got a mischievous grin on his face.

Kyoka Jiro

hero name: earsplitter

quirk: kyoka’s quirk allows her to create sound waves by plugging the jacks on her earlobes into various objects or surfaces. she can release these sound waves in the form of powerful sonic blasts, using them for both offensive attacks and to sense her surroundings. the sound can also be focused into a concentrated attack, like a piercing noise. while her quirk is incredibly versatile, she needs to be careful with how much sound she generates, as it can leave her ears ringing and potentially cause damage if overused.

age: 17

height: 5'2

fun facts:

kyoka jiro is known for her calm and laid-back personality, often acting as the voice of reason in class 1-a. she’s a bit of a music lover and has a passion for playing the guitar, which ties into her quirk. kyoka is also very independent and doesn’t like relying on others, but she has a strong bond with her friends, especially with people like y/n, who she’s always willing to back up when needed. she’s pretty quiet, but when she does speak up, it’s usually something sarcastic or witty. kyoka also loves her personal space and can sometimes come off as aloof, but she’s a loyal friend who’s always ready to support those she cares about. despite being one of the more serious students, she’s always up for a good laugh and can definitely hold her own in the bakusquad's banter.

Hanta Sero

hero name: cellophane

quirk: hanta’s quirk allows him to produce tape from his elbows, which he can use for a variety of purposes like binding enemies, swinging around like Spider-Man, or even creating barriers. the tape is pretty strong and flexible, but it has its limits depending on how much he uses at once. hanta can also control the direction of the tape, making it a great tool for both offense and defense.

age: 17

height: 5'8

fun facts:

hanta sero is known for his playful and chill vibe, always making jokes and lightening the mood with his sense of humor. he’s super laid-back but still takes his hero training seriously when needed.

hanta has a close friendship with y/n, and he’s one of the few people who can make her laugh in even the toughest situations. he’s always looking out for her, whether it’s cracking a joke to cheer her up or offering help when she’s in a bind.

while he’s not as serious as some of the other class 1-a students, he’s incredibly loyal and always there for his friends. hanta’s easygoing nature makes him a good balance for y/n, and they’ve built a strong bond through their shared experiences in training and battles.

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[minkoq]

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 naughty pics

texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari.

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warnings: sfw but suggestive

[isenkus]

YOU GET NAILS INSPIRED BY THEM

☆ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, hanta sero, hitoshi shinso, keigo takami. fem! reader. implied post timeskip for everyone except keigo!

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[cxosmicxo]

weird girl !!

♡ : i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari

☆ : gn!reader, fem-implied!reader in denki’s, fluff, crack, kinda suggestive jokes

✄ : inspired by these rafe fics

- in which you’re the mha boys weird gf !

[bunnyyyuu]

WHOOPSIE DAISY — mha smau

includes: izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, touya, tomura

warnings: fluff, crack, suggestiveness, timeskip/aged up! boys