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[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku ft. Weight Gain

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

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None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content. Read tags.

Amazing art by @fihella (permission given).

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Midoriya Gains Weight

New Pants by Bringobaggins

Summary: Izuku knew he was gaining weight. It became all to clear when the new jeans he had just purchased were a bit of a struggle to get on. Good thing Kacchan loves his thickening form.

One Shot | No Quirks | College AU

Rated - Mature

Series: The adventures of a Bad Boy and his little Chubby Bunny by Quirkyasfok

Summary: And so yea, Deku had gained a bit of weight lately. Not much, really. Just a bit more chub in his cheeks, a bit softer around the middle. Nothing to noticeable or worth mentioning.

Unless you were the stupid media that is.

Two Parts | One Shots | Pro Hero AU

SFW

Scars in the Mirror by artistiqally

Summary: It was nearing nightfall when Izuku stood in front of the mirror with one of Katsuki's old shirts on. With the sleeves rolled up, revealing his scarred biceps, it only reminded him of the difference between his husband's gorgeous broad shoulders and his own.

"Kacchan, are my scars...um, weird to you?"

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Izuku's self-conscious of his scars and gaining weight. Katsuki helps him realize he's beautiful, no matter what.

{One Shot}

SFW

sweetheart by SpicyJam

Summary: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, nerd." Katsuki's eyes dart over, and a mean grin splits his lips to show the canines. "Or should I call you 'sweetheart'?"

Izuku jumps up with a shriek, and his mouth would have fallen off of his face if it could have. "S-suh…" He flubs the entire word as his body goes through a meltdown as the cutesy petname echoes through his brain, and Katsuki guffaws at him.

"It's on the shirt, dumbass."

Then, Katsuki points his finger at the collar. Izuku has to squint hard to see the faint stitching, holding the hem away from his neck.

And it's true. There, in pretty purple script, is a cursive 'sweetheart' written in all lower case.

Izuku wants to drown in the mall fountain.

"Kill me."

"Nah. It's funny, sweetheart."

Izuku buries his face against his palms and screams into them.

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Izuku goes to the mall for some new clothes and ends up going home with Katsuki?

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Healing Process

Summary: When an injury leaves Deku out of commission, Bakugou steps in to help the healing process. Between all of his friends feeding him up and Bakugou pushing him Midoriya ends up putting on some pounds.

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Rated - Mature

Bakugo Gains Weight

Kacchan’s Recovery by katsubakudeku

Summary: When Bakugou suffers some severe injuries while taking down a villain, Deku is ready to spoil him.

And spoil him, he does.

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Not Rated - Alluded Smut

All That You’re Asking For by stuffingstilinski

Summary: Since he’s been home recovering, Katsuki’s put on quite a bit of weight. Thing is, he doesn’t realize just how much, or how crazy it’s driving his boyfriend.

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

Not Rated - Alluded Smut

Bigger Is Best by MuscleChubBoi

Summary: When they'd started out at UA, Deku had been a scrawny little shit. Now as adults, the asshole is a total brick house. And he's gotten stronger than Katsuki too. Way stronger. It's absolutely un-fucking-acceptable.

In a jealous (and somewhat aroused) rage over Izuku's progress, Katsuki decides that he needs to catch up and surpass that shitty nerd by any means necessary. The solution? Bulk excessively. Work out for all he's worth. He gets stronger very quickly. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) all that excessive eating and not watching his calories close enough while he trains has caused him to gain a lot more than just extra muscle.

But maybe he likes it... Midoriya certainly does.

Complete | 5 Chapters | Pro Hero AU

Rated - Explicit

Kacchan Bod by bigGUNs

Summary: “I like it, but I like Kacchan’s body mostly because it belongs to Kacchan.” “Sap.”

One Shot | Pro Hero AU

SFW

[irisintheafterglow]

um blah blah blah something about knight!katsuki tearing through panicked crowds to find you slumped behind a knocked-over table, paling when he sees the growing red patch under the hand on your side.

"shit," is all he manages to force out, and it's all he can say for the next thirty seconds while he tries to figure out how to get you out of here. "no, no, no. you're not fine, dumbass," he snaps when you insist that you're fine. he registers a figure sprinting towards him with an axe and throws a dagger from his belt without even thinking, the assailant falling onto the dirt. "this is all your fault," he mutters as he pulls you from under the table and into a nearby alley.

"i can't believe you're blaming me for my own assassination attempt," you exhale shakily, your breathing too uneven for his liking. "all i wanted was to pick some flowers."

"we could have had the flowers brought to the palace," he argues, raking a nervous hand through his hair. "but you wanted to see them straight from the farmer's market."

"there's not much we can do now that i am bleeding out," you groan, fighting down the bile in your throat when you see how red your hand has become. katsuki's hand gently but firmly grips your wrist, forcing it out of your field of vision.

"don't look at it. just look at me," he commands, scarlet eyes revealing his panic. for the first time in your history together, katsuki looked scared. "just keep looking at me, okay? i'm gonna move you to a safehouse a few blocks away."

"no, please," you plead with him, grabbing his wrist before he can loop his arms under your legs. "it hurts when i move."

"the other option is for you to die, princess, and i'm not letting that happen," he swears. "i shouldn't have ever let this happen to you in the first place."

"it's not your fault," you whisper, your thumb smearing red across his cheekbone.

"isn't it, though?" the expression of pure grief on your knight's face disappears in an instant and, before you can protest, katsuki lifts you from the ground like you weighed nothing at all. you muffle a broken cry into your hand and squeeze your eyes tight against his chest, shaking from the white-hot arc of pain cutting your side. "just stay with me, princess. you're gonna be okay."

"it hurts, kats," you sob quietly and a part of him dies. "it hurts so much."

"i know it does, baby. just stay with me and the pain will go away soon."

katsuki isn't there when you wake up in the palace infirmary, but the news of the pub bloodbath where several members of the criminal underworld were being investigated reached you eventually. your knight was supposed to be leading the investigation, but dragon keeper kirishima revealed that, after the attack in the market, he had taken matters into his own hands.

he had a single thought as he inserted his dripping sword back into its sheath. long live the princess as long as he lived.

[stxrrydreamss]

Aizawa/Hawks/Dabi/Bakugo

They find out you were in a car accident.

Part 1, Part 2

Authors note: This took me a few days to write, so I hope you all enjoy! I even made the gifs myself :)

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The night was enveloped in darkness as I navigated my way back home. The rain hammered against my car window, growing in intensity and size, until it obscured my vision completely. I hit the brakes, but my car lost traction and began to hydroplane. Frantically, I pumped the brakes and steered in the opposite direction, hoping to regain control. Suddenly, a black SUV, blinded by the heavy rain, collided with the back of my car, pushing it into the path of an oncoming vehicle. As the impact sent my car into a terrifying spin, I braced for the impending collision. The world turned upside down as my car flipped, and I slipped into unconsciousness upon impact.

Aizawa

Shouta had just finished his shift when he got a call to respond to a three-car accident nearby. He quickly accepted the job and hurried over to the scene. About ten minutes earlier, he had heard the crash, muffled by the rain, but it had still sounded terrible. He never expected to find your car among the vehicles involved. The SUV had pulled over farther down the street, its front end completely wrecked. The red sedan, which had collided with your car, was in even worse shape - its front end was completely gone, and the sides were scraped from flipping over and sliding.

The drivers of both vehicles sustained minimal injuries in the accident. However, you were still trapped in the wreckage of your car, and there was no update on your condition. The road was littered with debris from your vehicle, and the extent of the damage was evident. The roof, front, and back ends of your car were severely caved in from the collision with both a sedan and an SUV. Onlookers could see the shock on the face of a bystander who struggled to contain his emotions as he witnessed the emergency responders working tirelessly in the pouring rain to assist the accident victims.

He was struggling to keep his emotions in check, but he knew he had to remain focused on his responsibilities. After gathering information from the paramedics, he learned that the collision occurred when a black SUV hydroplaned and collided with their car. The driver of the red sedan, who was under the influence and speeding, also failed to avoid the crash. Upon hearing about the red sedan, Shouta's anger flared, but his priority was ensuring your well-being. Leaving the police and paramedics to handle the investigation and care for those involved, Shouta hurried toward your location.

Upon finally laying eyes on the wreckage of your car up close, Shouta swore he stopped breathing. The interior of the car was in disarray, with airbags deployed and debris scattered across the seats. He could even see your blood splattered across the airbags and the interior of the car. The door had been forcefully opened with a tool, and the grimace on his face reflected his distress at the scene. The ambulance had whisked you away not long ago, leaving him in a state of panic. The uncertainty of whether you were alive or not had his mind reeling. All rational thought escaped him as he stood fixated on the scene of the crash. Would they take a deceased person to the hospital? The sound of an officer calling out broke him from his thoughts, and he refocused to exchange information and resolve the situation as quickly as possible, eager to hurry to the hospital.

Hawks

Keigo had finally made it home after a grueling shift. He stood outside, shaking the water from his wings before stepping into the cozy space the two of you shared. Keigo cast his gaze around the house, searching for any sign of your presence, but found that you hadn't returned yet. Despite the concern that crept into his mind, he reassured himself that you were likely just delayed by the traffic compounded by the pouring rain outside.

Keigo let out a tired yawn as he extended his arms in a long, satisfying stretch before making his way to the bedroom. With a sense of relief, he placed his headset and glasses on the dresser next to his bed, then selected a comfortable set of clothes and made his way to the bathroom. After turning on the shower, he peeled off his damp uniform and jacket, feeling the chill of the room against his skin. Stepping into the shower, the contrast of the warm water against his cold skin sent a shiver down his spine, causing his feathers to puff up. As the warmth enveloped him, Keigo couldn't help but relish the sensation, taking a moment to soothe the sore parts of his body before finally proceeding to lather up and wash away the day's exhaustion.

Keigo reached for the bottle of shampoo as the sound of his ringing phone filled the air. He made a note to check it afterward and continued with his hair washing routine. As he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, the phone rang once more, but he chose to ignore it and focus on his shower. Finally done, he reached for a towel after stepping out.

As Keigo finishes showering and begins to dry himself off, he grabs a fresh towel and uses it to gently pat his hair dry. He then picks up his phone from the bathroom and heads back to the bedroom. Keigo unlocks his phone and listens to a voicemail left by someone who had called him earlier. Placing the phone on speaker, he sets it down on the bed and continues to dry off before changing into his sleepwear.

The moment Keigo heard the words "Yuriko Harusa calling from the hospital regarding your fiancé (Y/n) (L/n)" he felt a jolt of panic surge through him. His heart raced as he listened further, his mind unable to process the news. After hearing that (Y/n) had been in a car accident and was currently undergoing surgery, Keigo's sense of urgency was overwhelming. He ended the call abruptly, his movements becoming frenzied as he snatched his keys from the nightstand and sprinted out to his car, his mind racing with worry and fear.

Dabi

Dabi sat quietly in the shelter of your screened-in back patio, patiently awaiting your return. Draped in the throw blanket you had thoughtfully left on the swinging chair, he watched the rain cascading down and listened to the soothing sound of the water flowing from the gutters. As he glanced at his phone, a frown creased his brow. The time displayed on the screen stood out starkly: 10:42 P.M. His cyan eyes darkened with disappointment. It would have been much better if you had arrived an hour earlier.

What might have occurred to you? Were you captured by a villain? Or did a hero intervene and bring you in for interrogation? The foremost question on the villain’s mind was your well-being. With that, he rises from the rocking chair on the veranda, neatly folds the blanket before returning it to its place on the seat, and then pulls his hood up as he steps out of the enclosure and into the pouring rain.

Dabi trudged down the street, his expression twisted in anger as the relentless rain drenched him. After walking for what felt like an eternity, he rounded a corner and abruptly halted, ducking behind the nearest building. The flashing lights of a police car had caught him off guard. Peering cautiously around the corner, his heart sank as he spotted a tow truck hauling away your car. The vehicle dangled precariously above the ground, destined to join two other mangled cars on the truck's lift.

Dabi was taken aback as his eyes widened in shock, feeling a sudden surge of emotions that made him queasy. It was clear that you were not okay, and he regretted not ignoring his initial instincts and waiting outside the building where you worked. The thought of being in the car at that moment made him shudder at the realization that things could have been much worse.

After re-evaluating the situation, it's clear that having him present could have jeopardized your relationship and led to legal consequences for both of you. He evidently prioritized your well-being over his own, evidenced by his willingness to see you injured rather than facing a possible prison sentence due to his reckless actions. As his quirk was triggered by intense emotions of anger, worry, and despair, the burn of Dabi's skin hinted at the depth of his distress. However, the most important thing now is your well-being. Although you were roughed up, the important thing is that you're safe and will be home soon.

As one of the officers patrolled the area, he suddenly heard a strange hissing sound. Intrigued, he turned his head and headed towards the source of the noise. In the dim light, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure vanishing around the corner of a nearby building. Alarmed, he quickly drew his pistol and hurried after the mysterious figure. Rounding the corner, he found himself face to face with an empty, silent street. Perplexed, he scanned the area, trying to make sense of what he had seen. As he lowered his weapon, he noticed a solitary droplet of blood staining the concrete, slowly being washed away.

Bakugo

Bakugo was dealing with a group of powerful villains, one of whom had the ability to control vehicles. Two of the villains had already been captured, leaving only the remaining foe to deal with. As Bakugo prepared to blind the villain with a powerful blast to assist Izuku in capturing him, he suddenly heard a screeching sound followed by a loud crashing noise.

Exclaiming in frustration, he let out a strong shout as he successfully blinded the enemy, creating an opening for Izuku to swiftly employ black whip and restrain the adversary.

Amidst his struggle with the villains, he shouted, 'Can someone check on the civilians!' and swiftly called for reinforcements to take the villains into custody. He also requested ambulances to provide aid to the injured.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it," he yelled as he darted towards the direction of the crashes. He quickly made his way to a black SUV and checked on the family inside to make sure they were okay. After that, he rushed over to the man in the red sedan. The man seemed dazed but appeared to be alright, although there was a possibility of a concussion. Katsuki was taken aback to see your car in the midst of the wreckage.

"Baby! Hey!" He shouts at the top of his lungs while dashing as swiftly as possible towards the car. It had overturned, and you were dangling upside down in your seat, unconscious. He rapidly evaluates the scene before touching his headset to inform Izuku of the situation. "Three cars were involved in the accident. There's a black SUV with an apparently unharmed family, a red sedan with a man who may have a concussion, and (Y/n) is unconscious amidst the wreckage of her vehicle," he conveys urgently.

"Is she okay?" Izuku's concerned voice came through the speaker.

Katsuki's voice crackled through his headset, filled with anger and concern. "She better be okay. Otherwise, I will handle that villain myself," he growled. The thought of that damn villain escaping justice and reappearing filled him with fury. The mere possibility of encountering the villain again made him shudder with a violent resolve.

Izuku assured, "I'll take care of everything once these villains are apprehended and removed. You should accompany her to the hospital."

"Hey, come on, baby!" Katsuki cries out as he reaches through the shattered glass to unlock the door and gently unbuckle your seatbelt, catching you in the process. You were cold, and he could see the shock on your face. "Shit," he mutters as he quickly carries you beneath the awning of a building. With urgency, he gently places you down on your back and immediately checks for a pulse. A sense of panic sets in when he realizes that you didn't have one.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Katsuki's voice reverberates through the headset, his eyes brimming with tears, but he fights to keep them from falling. "She doesn't have a pulse!" His urgent cry pierces the air, mingling with the distant wail of police sirens against the backdrop of pouring rain. Without hesitation, he swiftly begins CPR, his every movement charged with a sense of desperate determination.

Katsuki's hands are firmly pressed against your chest as he starts administering chest compressions, then leans over to breathe into your mouth, repeating the sequence with urgency. "Come on. Come on!" He shouts while vigorously compressing your chest once more, then swiftly switches to exhaling air into your mouth again. His heart pounded in his chest with overwhelming fear. The thought of losing you was unbearable. It felt unjust that you were in this situation. The idea of losing you was inconceivable. If only he had been faster, he could have prevented this. Katsuki couldn't keep track of how long he had been repeating the same actions or when his pleas and tears had started. It was all a hazy blur. The ambulance whisked you away, and Izuku had to physically pull him away from you. He struggled against Izuku's restraining black whip as he desperately attempted to reach you. The memory of that moment was blurry as he sat in the living room of Kirishima's house.

Kirishima was seated with his legs apart and his hands clasped between his knees, leaning forward attentively as he observed Katsuki. Sitting next to Kirishima was Izuku, who also had his legs spread and was holding his head in exasperation with both hands. Katsuki sat across from them on the couch, seemingly catatonic, with his narrow, dark eyes fixated on the floor. Izuku had brought Katsuki over to Kirishima's house in an attempt to help him calm down and defuse the tense situation.

Kirishima had hastily welcomed them into his home and handed the two boys towels to dry off. Izuku quickly dried himself, while Katsuki disregarded the towel and flopped down on the couch, unmoving. His mind was consumed with thoughts of when you would return and be held in his arms once more.

[pulaasul]

One for All and Captain Marvel/Shazam

I once found it neat that Horikoshi referenced Fawcett Comics's Captain Marvel, specifically Captain Marvel Jr., during the early days of My Hero Academia.

The reference in question was how young Izuku has "All Might Jr." as a hero name listed among a myriad of hero names he has thought up.

I am also not surprised that the reference went over a lot of people's heads considering how Captain Marvel, or was it already Shazam, didn't have a modern theatrical release at the time and the hero was only in the minds of avid comic book readers and/or DC animation watchers and DC video game players (He's called Captain Marvel in Mortal Kombat vs. DC)

Now that I think more about it, the more I think that One For All works the same as the lightning that gives Captain Marvel his powers.

So for the uninitiated, SHAZAM stands for

Wisdom of Solomon

Strength of Hercules

Stamina of Atlas

Power of Zeus

Courage of Achilles

Speed of Mercury

With the reveal of how One For All worked, it assimilated six quirks from previous users, that are as follows.

Kudo's Gearshift

Bruce's Fa Jin

Shinomori Hikage's Danger Sense

Banjo Daigoro's Black Whip

Tayutai En's Smokescreen

Shimura Nana's Float.

Would you look at that, there are also six quirks to parallel the six "general" powers of the gods that Captain Marvel gets whenever he assumes his champion form.

Both Deku and Captain Marvel can call upon the specific powerset at will.

The main difference here is that for Deku, he needs to "activate" it whereas Captain Marvel doesn't need to, in fact his ability to speak every known language in existence, which he got from the Wisdom of Solomon, comes to him spontaneously whenever he talks to someone who doesn't have English as their first language, or whenever someone is talking to him in another language.

Main point is that both of them have access to all of them at any time.

I really had no point to prove, I just want to point out that My Hero Academia took more inspiration from Captain Marvel/Shazam then either Captain America or Superman as a lot of media outlets claim.

[sakuraaachan]

Human Too - Izuku M.

Ever heard the saying, never feed a stray cat?

Villain! Izuku x Reader

Rating: violence, mentions of blood and injury

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With a sigh, you dismissed the amber alert on your phone, dropping it onto your bed. Once again the infamous villain Deku had escaped the pro-heros, apparently he had blown up a diner in the area. It was like watching a game of cat and mouse, the pros seemed to never be able to capture Deku.

With a small groan you get up from your covers, walking around to ensure that all the windows are locked shut. It was a normal routine since you didn’t live in the best neighborhood. You check the front door lock before deadbolting it, and heading back to your bedroom to lock your balcony. 

The apartment was quiet, it was a peaceful night in comparison to the ones filled with gunshots and police sirens. So the unexpected thump on your balcony makes you yelp, almost jumping out of your skin.

You could tell from the silhouette through the curtains that a body had landed on your balcony. “Fuck” the person curses, groaning as they strained themselves to sit up. Immediately you rush to help them, not recognizing them at first.

“Hey are you okay?” You opened the screen door, kneeling beside the male. He's dressed quite nicely, in a nice black tux that went well with his dark green curls.

“Oh my god-” you suddenly recognize his features. This was Deku, Japan’s most dangerous hero, lying here on your balcony. You look back at the inside of your room, your phone is on top of your bed, should you call the police?

You look back at the villain, his arm is injured and his clothes were all battered up. You can’t just leave him like this. “Come inside, I’ll dress your wounds” he flinches as you put your hand on his shoulder. Your stomach bubbles with regret.

“What are you-” he pulls back, his stare like icy daggers. You take a step back, watching him struggle to stand up, using your railing as support.

He looked pitiful, struggling like that. “Just shut up and let me help you” You say, biting the inside of your mouth for speaking without thinking, it was a bad habit of yours. He stares at you with an unreadable face, worsening the fear beginning to creep up your spine. Slowly you were able to drag the villain inside and sit him on the carpeted floor, which he was getting blood on.

“You do know who I am right?” He asks while watching you. His eyes dart to every single move you make.

Your room was dark, only light coming from the moon shining in through your balcony. You reply, “yes I do.” Once you have him sat in the middle of your room, you enter your bathroom to go find some supplies.

“Then why are you helping me?”

“Villian or not, you're still human,” You yell out from your bathroom, looking for your first aid kit.

The male stays quiet, holding his arm while he waits for you. You finally find that damned medkit and rush back into the room. ‘“I’m immune to poison by the way” He still doesn’t trust you, watching you take out antibiotics.

You pause for a moment, antibiotics in hand, and meet his gaze. His words echo in your mind, reminding you of the dangerous person you're dealing with. But something compels you to proceed, to offer aid despite the risks.

"I'm not trying to poison you," you say firmly, your voice laced with sincerity. “Just let me clean your wounds,” you raise a brow, holding a cloth in your hand as you wait for him to present his arm to you. His eyes bore into yours as you both just stare at each other.

The boy huffs before removing his hand from his wound and showing it to you. “This might sting a bit” You warn.

 “Please” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

You press the warm towel to his wound and he hisses in pain and you snicker under your breath quietly. You focus on cleaning his wound, ignoring the gaze that stares into your forehead .Deku studies you, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It's a gamble, trusting a villain, but your gut tells you there's more to his story.

As you clean his wound, a strange tension lingers in the air. The silence is broken only by the soft sound of water and the occasional sound of pain escaping from Deku's lips. 

“What...happened?” You decide to speak first, moving the cloth slowly to check if the bleedings stopped.

 “Why not just turn the news on and see for yourself?” His hot breath fans on your face as he speaks, though his voice is cold.

“The news always over-dramatises everything, I wanna know your story” You laugh a little, removing the blood-spoked towel completely, grabbing rubbing alcohol.

 “I was just minding my business when the lovely number one hero stopped by,” He explains, clenching his jaw from the liquid being poured over his wound. 

“He exploded that diner huh?” You finish for him, well aware of the hero’s anger issues and tendency to blow things up. 

“I never did get to finish that milkshake” He mutters.

"You know," you search your first aid for a wrapping band-aid, mindlessly speaking. "The world sees you as this villain, this untouchable figure. But I can't help but wonder if there's more to you than meets the eye."

Deku's gaze flickers, his brows furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?"

You start to wrap his wound with a bandage, his gaze stirring up the fear you were fighting. The weight of his presence and his reputation as a dangerous villain hangs over you, reminding you of the risks you're taking. He smirks, as if reading your mind.

“I’m not gonna hurt you pretty girl,” you notice that his eyes have softened quite a bit, By now he’s realized that you're not a threat.  “I can tell you're scared of me, don’t be, I like that sassy side in you.”

His free hand comes up and rubs your cheek, a flirtatious grin on his face. You feel your cheeks heat up a bit but you stop yourself, wanting to purge the thoughts from your head. You tighten the bandage wrap making him retract his hand, he groans. “Ouch.”

“I prefer you not try to seduce me” You get back to wrapping. He grins, a chuckle coming from his chapped lips. 

“Atta girl,” He praises, making you grin as well. 

You let out a small laugh at his playful remark, relieved that the tension in the room has eased a bit. Despite the dangerous circumstances, you find yourself strangely drawn to Deku's charisma and his ability to lighten the mood.

Once you finish wrapping his wound, you sit back and admire your handiwork. “Done, you should probably get some stitches though.” Deku flexes his arm experimentally, testing the tightness of the bandage.

"You're pretty good at this," he comments..

"Well, I've had my fair share of accidents and injuries," you reply with a hint of self-deprecating humor. "It comes with living in a neighborhood like this." 

Deku laughs, starting to stand up. “I think I like you,” he grabs a cigarette from his front pocket, placing it in his mouth before lighting it.  “Sorry about your carpet, I’ll pay to fix it”

“Is that just your excuse to see me again?” You crossed your arms, arching a brow at him.

“Oh trust me doll, we will be seeing each other again.”

Before you could reply, he bends down, cold lips pressed up against your cheek before his breath fanned on your ear. “But there is no guarantee we’ll both be...fully clothed~”

And just like that, he disappeared.

As Deku's words hang in the air, surprise and anticipation courses through you. The brief contact of his lips on your cheek lingers, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. His departure is sudden and mysterious, leaving you standing there, stunned and slightly breathless.

A mix of emotions swirl within you—confusion, intrigue, and a hint of excitement. You find yourself replaying the encounter in your mind, contemplating the enigmatic villain and the unexpected connection that has formed between you.

Days pass, and thoughts of Deku continue to occupy your mind. You find yourself drawn to the balcony where he had landed, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. But there is no sign of him, and you wonder if it was all just a surreal dream.

One evening, you were bringing in groceries late. 

“Damn these bags are heavy.” 

You walked up the steps to your apartment, many bags of heavy groceries in your hand. Placing them down on the ground outside your door, you searched your purse for the keys.

Finally getting your hands on them, you pull them out to unlock the door, but it’s already cracked open. You tilt your head, “did I leave the door open?”

You furrow your eyebrows as you push the door to open further, the light glistening from the moon shined inside the doorway of your apartment. You patted the wall in search of the light switch and the lights flickered on with a click, but...something was wrong. Your entire apartment was stripped clean, nothing inside at all. The furniture, gone. Carpets, stripped, even the drywall  were removed.

Concern took over your features as you took off your wet raincoat and ventured further inside the apartment, the front door still ajar. Everything was gone, your closet stripped clean

Someone had broken in…

You run a hand through your hair, biting your lip slightly. What should you do? Call the police?

“Well, lookie here boys. I found our little princess.” The unknown voice sends chills down your spine, as a very big man enters the room. More footsteps could be heard as even more walked in as well.

“Let’s cut straight to the chase sweetie, where is it?”

You cross your arms, attempting to shield your fear. “Where is what?”

The biggest one steps up, you assume he’s probably the boss. “Deku was here, meaning he had to have given you something, where is it?”

Your eye twitches as you look around the room, “you stripped my whole apartment…over something that isn’t even here!?” Anger begins to boil within you, “ this is outrageous! I can not believe this!”

The members begin to chatter with each other. 

‘Nothing is here….?’ 

‘Something has to be, Deku doesn’t just make friendly visits.’

You march up to the boss and start pointing your finger in his face. “You are going to be paying for everything-” The man doesn’t look very happy making you quiet down. “It’s okay, I’ll just file an insurance claim.”

The boss grabs your arm, slamming you up against a wall. “You sure like to talk,” he grins eagerly, “but I have better uses for that pretty little mouth.” The man moves closer to your neck and you start to shiver in disgust wanting to retreat away from him as soon as possible.

“There’s enough to go around boys” The man looks over to his gang, grinning at your petite body. 

“Uhhh… I’m on my period, and I have herpes, like really bad herpes.” You lie through your teeth, but they don’t seem to be listening and you start to panic looking around for anything to defend yourself. 

Your keys!

As swiftly as you could, you gripped your keys and used it to stab the boss in the eye. “Bitch!” He cusses, dropping you immediately and clutching his eye. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

You back yourself into a corner, holding out your keys as a last pitiful attempt in defense. They started to close in on you, looking very pissed off. You gulp, how royally screwed you were.

In that moment, as fear and desperation surged through your veins, a sudden noise echoed through the apartment. It was a loud crash, the gang members turned their attention toward the noise, momentarily distracted from their pursuit of you. 

Through the doorway emerged a figure, clad in a familiar green and black suit. It was Deku, and he didn’t look too happy. You stare at him wide-eyed, and when he catches your eyes, he smiles.

“Trouble just seems to always find you, hm doll?” 

The room descended into chaos as Deku fought off the assailants, his movements a blur of strength and skill. The tide turned in your favor as the odds shifted in the presence of your villain friend.

As the last of the gang members fell to the ground, subdued and defeated, Deku turned his attention toward you. He doesn’t seem the least bit fazed and just fixes his tie. 

"Are you alright?" he asked. 

You take a moment to catch your breath, still trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded. Despite the chaos around you, a sense of relief washes over you as you realize you're safe, thanks to Deku's intervention.

“You’re just a magnet for villains aren’t you-” his playful remark is interrupted as you stand up and hug him, squeezing him as hard as you could. 

“I was so scared.” You whisper, a tear rolling down your cheek. 

He’s frozen still for a second, before his hands are embracing you back. “So you can stand up to the number one villain, but you're scared of these bozos? I’m insulted.” 

You laugh through your tears. “Shut up.”

As the adrenaline subsides, you notice the aftermath of the fight. Broken furniture, scattered debris, and the defeated gang members lying on the floor. You pull away from Deku and look around your empty room. “They took everything, I…I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

His eyes flicker up to your face, watching your expression contort as you make up different ideas in your head. Maybe you could stay at a hotel, or your moms…

“You’re bleeding.”

“Huh?” You glance over at Deku, he’s pointing at your thigh, and he was right, you were bleeding. “Oh shit,” because of the adrenaline you didn’t notice when you accidentally stabbed yourself with your key.

“Let me take care of you,” Deku says, effortlessly picking you up into his arms. “Let’s call it, returning a favor.”

©LuvloveUni

[theloveinc]

c.w: fem pronouns

Just watched the new Hunger Games movie and I need to slobber on some district!Bakugou for a while! 😫😫

Like imagine you're both there for the Reaping and a random boy's name is called and both your shoulders drop just a bit because at it's not Bakugou. However, your name is called for the female tribute and Bakugou immediately volunteers. He can't step in for you since there has to be a female tribute, so he steps in as the male tribute so he can at least protect you during the games, even if that means killing or to be killed 😫😫

FUCKKCKCKCKKKKKKKKK and you're just bawling as he walks up to the stand, half out of sadness half out of rage; he finally, finally escaped the games (this being his last reaping), yet here he is, just offering himself up on a silver platter all because of you.

You can't say you don't love him even more for it, are even a little relieved, but... now you're both gonna die and you're not sure who to blame. Bakugo trades places with the random boy (who practically runs off stage) and goes in to comfort you, tell you it's all gonna be okay as the peacekeepers start leading you away, but instead of accepting the gesture, I can imagine you swat him off, angry because he didn't just save himself.

(It doesn't get any easier as time goes on—in waiting for your turn to say goodbye to your family, you can hear his mother berate him for being weak and softhearted, his father is practically nonverbal with tears, disowning him unless he's able to make it home. In boarding the train to the capital, your district mentors tsk at him for "choosing" a girl over a lifetime of freedom, and even the news can't seem to stop bringing up the fact he volunteered only after you were picked.

It makes Bakugo mad, furious even, and more determined to win given how they underestimate him... but it's not like that protects you along with him.)

and even though he never brings those moments up to you once they pass (and you forgive him enough to at least speak to him), there's still these question of what your strategy is going to be. Do you play up the fact that you're a couple, or do you pretend that you don't know one another (except at night, when you can finally sneak into each other's rooms without anyone noticing)? Do you team up in the games as soon as possible and do the whole thing together, or see how far you get alone???????????????

UGH, JUST.... WHY WOULD U DO THIS BAKUGO ????????!!!!!!! we know he gets you both out though

[seiwas]

unfortunately, bakugo will not load the weights onto your barbell all the time 😔

kiri however 🥹🥺🥹🥺 will stop midset to help you. will stop a treadmill too.

[kiribread]

implied bnha 399 spoilers

idk what blonde people have done to horikoshi but his blonde characters are paying the price 💀😭

[starryluminary]

Knowing what I know about Aoyama and rereading some of the manga is causing me physical pain

[seagreenstardust]

Izuku spends the entirety of MHA showing and telling us that Katsuki is his most important person.

[socalledsomethingorother]

horikoshi didn’t give katsuki a mirko costume because he knew he’d be too powerful

[tiniestbee]

Drabble/Fic idea based on The Apparition by Sleep Token I will probably never write in the tags 😋👍🏼

[luluwiie]

Well-written ProHero Dynamight drama? We say yes. WE WANT MORE 😍😍😍❤

b.katsuki x reader (fem) | lava girl!reader, prohero!reader

The moment Pro Hero Dynamight lands on the scene, he knows something’s very wrong. Not only because of the amount of chaos around but also because fuckin’ Deku is down. Literally, face down, whole body trembling in pain due to the beating he just received, and fuck, that’s not a scene Bakugou encounters often.

Dynamight runs towards his hero partner, hand immediately landing on Deku’s back. Yes, he’s breathing, heart beats gallop in his chest –he is alive. Deku moves, raising his head when he feels Bakugou’s touch. The blond sighs relieved.

“Deku… What the fuck happened?!” 

“The villain’s… quirk…” Deku coughs in between words.

He doesn’t have a chance to completely warn Katsuki before an explosion makes them both fly apart. Dynamight swears loudly, barely holding his stance as the blast pulls him away. When the smoke subsides, he opens his eyes and they widen when right in front of him he sees himself.

A carbon copy of Pro Hero Dynamight comes walking, smiling smugly and evil as his cannon shows the residues of the blast.

“THE FUCK??!!” The real Pro Hero exclaims, completely gobsmacked. And angry. How they fucking dare to copy him?? A villain above all!!

“Kacchan… His quirk copies a person and their quirk! Look out!” 

As Deku yells in his way, Bakugou has to dodge another blast, this time intended completely at him. He hisses as his left elbow caught a bit of the fire. Fuck. This villain even copied the amount of power? By the burning pain in his elbow, Bakughou checks off that as a yes.

He shakes the pain off his brain, standing ready this time for another blow from himself. He’s fucking ready to beat some ass –well, kinda like his own ass.

But as again the smoke dissipates, this time is not himself who Katsuki encounters but you.

It's you.

You stand a few meters away in your hero costume. Dynamight frowns, “Y/H/N?? What the hell are you doing here?!” He intends to walk closer to you, but the evil smirk that appears on your face is so out of your character –especially directed towards him– and Deku’s yell again makes Katsuki stop dead in his tracks.

“NO! It’s not her! It’s the villain!”

A bone-chilling laugh leaves your mouth that makes everyone in the scene freeze in worry as lava strings start falling from your hands, and Dynamight gulps. Holy fuck.

For the first time in his career as a pro hero, Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t fucking know what to do. Fuck, he knows the person in front of him is not you but the villain. Yet… SHIT! FUCK! He can’t fucking fire against his wife! He could fight against anyone… Damn it, even if it was Deku or Kirishima or anyone, he could do it. He knows is the villain. But you?? Hell fucking NO.

So, Bakugou ends up doing what he never does, no matter how beaten up he gets. But this is a fuking emergency. 

“I need backup. NOW!” Dynamight barks through his hearing aid, and the whole agency hears loud and clear as everyone moves towards the scene.

In the meantime, Bakugou avoids every whip of lava the villain in the form of your persona throws at him. He dodges smartly –thanking every possible existing god that you bugged him enough into training with you similar to this a while ago; if not, he doubts he would be this agile against this fucking attack. With every attack, he moves further away from where Deku is –alongside some civilians, ‘cause those noisy ass fuckers are always in the way trying to take a damn picture!– and closer to the river. He needs to find a way to get the villain to make some contact with the water. If this piece of shit villain has your quirk now, it would only take a bit of water and they are fucking out.

Dynamight fails to dodge a particular whip that catches his shoulder, making him groan in pain as he falls to his knees.

“You’re pretty stupid if you think I haven’t realized what you’re trying to do,” you laugh mockingly, your lava whips stopping for a moment. “I thought you were smarter than that… baby.”

The way the villain says the nickname in your voice makes Katsuki want to vomit. It’s so… disturbing and ugly. He will definitely have nightmares after this.

Fuck! What the hell does he do now?! He can’t– FUCKING HELL! He feels dizzy, the sole image of you makes him want to puke, because he can’t. He can’t shoot you. It doesn’t matter that it’s a villain, it’s the perfect image of you, his beautiful and loving wife, in front of him. He will cut his own damn hands if he ever has to shoot against any form of you. He can’t– He CAN’T– HE FUCKING CAN’T–

As the villain laughs at his pathetic turmoil and a whip of lava stands high in the air ready to be sent at his kneeling form on the floor and probably cut him in two with the burn, a roar comes from under the ground. 

It’s an intimidating deep sound that makes everything tremble. The sound it’s so profound and raucous, filled with rage and determination that Katsuki feels it in his chest.

The ground between him and the villain starts to collapse, a burning heat and lava coming from down there that makes the villain retreat several meters when a wave of lava lunges against them.

And right there, from the middle, you emerge. 

Katsuki shakes his head suddenly realizing what is going on. Shit, it’s some sort of trance.

“You fucking dare hurt my husband with my own quirk?!” You growl, completely blinded by rage at well– yourself.

Pro Hero Dynamight snorts astonished, his heart beating fast and so fucking in love with you. Fuck, he loves it when you defend him, and he will never get tired of witnessing such a majestic view. Lava dancing around you at your disposal and own will, whole body glowing in red heat that chills his bones at how demonic you look. Fucking beautiful. Beautifully perfect. All his.

You lunge again against the villain, this time yourself included with the lava wave; but as you’re about to approach them, the villain changes form again and it’s Katsuki in front of you. It makes you hesitate in your attack as you stop right on time in front of the villain.

The real Katsuki opens his eyes wide as he finally understands.

The villain probably takes the form of one’s loved one to weaken them, not only attacking with their same quirk, but also sinking their mind into a state of submission that prohibits any counterattack. Shit, that’s a fuckin’ powerful villain. But it is just that. A copy. And it’ll never understand each quirk as the owners themselves. Still though, the use of the quirks are pretty lethal, real. Damn it.

“FUCK, NO!” He screams as the villain in Katsuki’s form smirks evilly, less than a meter in front of you, and his canon fires against you.

Howitzer Impact.

The blast flies you away, completely unexpected and unable to control your own body in your flight. And Katsuki is right there to catch you.

The villain cackles wildly, the smoke around blinding him from the real heroes. He looks so satisfied he could land an attack like that, and to none other than Dynamight’s wife. “How’s wifey, Dynamight? She survived? How would like the titles on the news, mh? ‘Dynamight kills his own wife’ or ‘Poor Dynamight couldn’t save his wife’?” He taunts, the smoke clearing the view of the real Bakugou, one knee on the floor and the other flexed as his entire body covers yours in protection.

He’s looking at you, the blast made your lava retreat completely even from your body as you look now in your normal and delicate human form, the fire has burned your face, right from under your left eye down to the neck. When you flutter your eyes open, you encounter the hateful look he has written all over his face as his eyes roar only one word: KILL.

When Pro Hero Dynamight turns to look at the villain, Deku –who finally got closer to the scene with Pro Hero Shoto holding him up with an arm around his shoulder– swears under his breath. He knows that look.

The villain in Dynamight’s form takes a step back when the real hero stands up slowly, a crazed look in his face as he turns.

“Now, this is fuckin’ personal…”

[simpee9000]

Katsuki Bakugo who has a FAT crush on reader. Who he hardly sees around.

You're a healer mainly, so you're in general courses and train with Recovery Girl on the side. He only sees you when you're with Shoto Todoroki, your half sibling. (Endeavour had an affair and failed to get custody after some things were exposed.)

You met at a family dinner, Shoto dragging him and Izuku along. Bakugo took a liking to you, liking how sharp you were. Cutting into any detail while everyone waiting for your next word. Bakugo tried to respect Shoto, not wanting to cross any boundaries. But god, did he want you. You were everything he wanted in a person and more-

So after graduation he spent more time injured than not. Making you joke about him doing it on purpose. Eventually you realized that actually was the case. So with a little pushing, he finally caved and forgot about his friendship for Shoto entirely. Focusing on the way you felt against him instead.

Lmk if this is interesting! I'll write a story for it or something!

[peachsukii]

— emergency contact

it’s been two years since you’ve seen your ex-boyfriend, and didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. a nasty villain fight lands you in the hospital during an overnight patrol and leaves you unable to tell the doctors who to call in your dazed state.

✮ content. late 20s. ex-boyfriend bakugo, hospitalization, sappy confessions & second chances. distance makes the heart grow fonder kind of deal.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

Sharp, shooting pain down your back and a desperate cry from your partner ⎯ that was the only thing you remember from the last…four hours? Time is becoming illusive at this point, blending together with how fast everything unraveled around you.

Were you injured on patrol? Did that villain slip through your fingers and escape? Where was your partner in all this chaos?

“Doctor, she’s waking up,” you hear in the distance, muffled but clear enough to understand. A nurse walks into your blurred vision, a soft smile on her lips. “Hi hon, you’re in the hospital. We’re taking you to your room now, hang tight.”

All you can manage to do is nod in acknowledgement, the world spinning on its axis and making you extremely dizzy. Your eyes fall closed, a hazy sleep welcoming you in seconds.

When you wake next, you're not quite sure how much time has passed. The room sits in darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside the window and the various machines chirping around you. There's a static in your head, as if you're stuck on a radio frequency that hasn't been adjusted to the correct channel. Even with all the noise in your head, a familiar voice can be heard outside in the hallway, one you'd never mistake for anyone else.

"It's late," a nurse says, presumably trying to convince him to go home. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can try her other contacts again in a few hours."

"M'sure. Do I need'ta sign in or whatever?"

"No, that's alright. I'll notate it on her chart and let the front desk know. I'll be back in a bit and we can talk more about treatment."

The door slides open to prove you're not imagining things ⎯ your ex isn't a manifestation of your delirious state. Bakugo's standing in the dim light of the hallway, tip toeing inside and shutting the door as quietly as possible. When his eyes fall upon your hospital bed, he notices that you're awake and sighs. "Been awhile."

You don't have the energy to do this dance with him, to go back and forth with lightheartedness like old times. "Why are you here?"

His lips press into a straight line, jaw clenched tight as he seems to silently ask himself the same question. He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge by your feet. "I'm still one of your emergency contacts in your hero file."

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There's no way you haven't updated your database profile in two years...right? Bakugo catches onto your confusion and explains before you have a chance to press him further on the matter. "M'the only one who answered."

What time was it, anyways? Your eyes bounce around the room swiftly to find a wall clock. You squint a bit to read it, finally making out the numbers. 4:30...am?

"What did they call you for?" you yawn, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. "I don't even know what happened."

He takes a deep breath as a large hand finds your thigh, resting atop the thin blanket. His touch makes you want to melt into a puddle, memories of your past relationship coming back in waves.

"They didn't tell me much, only that it was life or death. Thankfully, your ass chose life." He shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him. "Somethin' about a villain's poison quirk. Ya got hit in the spine and it paralyzed you temporarily, an' you fell from someplace high up. Your partner caught ya and the paramedics got to you just in time."

Oh. Well, that explains the pain from earlier.

"But why did you answer their call, Baku⎯" you cut yourself off to correct his name as it leaves your lips. "Katsuki?"

"I'm not heartless, just 'cause we haven't talked in ages doesn't mean I don't care about ya."

You shift in your bed a bit, eyes gravitating toward the window to avoid his gaze. Truth be told, you two ended on decent terms and not maliciously. Wrong place, wrong time...at least, that's what you two chalked it up to. You were both too busy with hero work, too absent from each other's lives to properly be a couple. After a year, you convinced yourself that you were satisfied watching him from afar, catching brief glimpses of his life through interviews and news reports. That was your excuse, a cowardly way to keep him out of reach and prevent you, and him, from getting distracted.

"Hey." Bakugo's fingers squeeze your thigh to recollect your attention, the blanket crumpling under his palm. You're terrified to look at him, knowing full well that in your battered state, you'll crumble like stone if he says anything remotely sweet. Those vermillion eyes of his always had a way of making you weak ⎯ soft. "I was thinkin' on my way over here that I should'a called ya, reached out to keep in touch. M'sorry for not doin' that."

"It's...fine," you stammer out, a shaky hand coming up to wave off his concern. "We don't have to talk about that now."

"I don't wanna only talk to you when you're hurt, or worse..." he trails off, screwing his eyes shut to avoid the dread lingering in his chest. "Look. What m'gettin' at is you scared the shit outta me, and it made me realize that I've got a lot to say after all these years."

Oh boy, you brace yourself for impact, expecting the explosive nature to come pouring out any second. But, it never comes.

Before you could stop him, Bakugo's on his feet and leaning over the bed, arms slung around your shoulders to pull you close. A strange but familiar veil of comfort drapes over you in the moment, pulling on your heartstrings. Your eyes begin to sting when the words he whispers finally reach your ears. "M'done usin' hero work as an excuse to avoid you. I wanna talk this shit out...when you're ready. I'd love to make ya dinner again."

You can't help but let out a breathless laugh, arms finally coming up to return his hug. "Only if you promise to make your special katsudon. I've been craving it for weeks."

He chuckles over your shoulder, squeezing you a bit tighter in response. "Deal."

Who knew that a villain was what you two needed to face your fears, to finally admit that the spark was never smothered into nothingness. And this time, something tells you that you'll both make damn sure it stays ablaze.

happy softie sunday!! I know it's been awhile since I've written one. hope you don't mind some baku-sap :)

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