suckingstrawberries

[doodlymatrix]

based off that one scene in deadpool LOLL

[theangelsheardyou]

*leans in and makes out with you lovingly with my hands on each side of your face then pulls away* HAHAHA GET KISSED LOSER

[tropetember]

Enemies / Friends / Strangers To Lovers

Police / Detective / (Super)Hero // Crime / Mafia / (Super)Villain

Hurt/Comfort / Sickfic / Whump

Coffee Shop / Tattoo Parlour / Flower Shop / Other Retail AU

Rockstar / Actor / Model / Famous AU

High School / College / University AU / 80’s Teen Movie AU

Historical (Regency, Ancient Greece/Rome, Prehistory, etc) / Modern / Futuristic AU

Time Travel / Time Loop (eg. Groundhog Day) / Amnesia / Coma

5+1 / 3+1 (Five Times + One Time)

Accidental Confession / In Vino Veritas (Drunk Confession/Drunk Dial)

Business Partners To Friends To Lovers / Competitor Businesses / Office AU

Huddling For Warmth / Sharing A Bed / Touch Starvation

Slice Of Life / Domestic / Found Family

Monstrous (Human/Monster Romance) / Cultural Differences / Language Barrier

Marriage Of Convenience / Arranged Marriage / Matchmaking / Blind Dates

Future Fic / Reunion / Childhood Friends / Friendship Centric

Getting Together / Love Confession / First Kiss / Break Up/Make Up

Body Swap / Psychic Link / Soulmates / Bonding (eg. ABO, Sentinel AU, etc)

Apocalypse / Zombie / Locked In Together / (Natural) Disaster

Science Fiction / Fantasy / Space Opera / Horror

Genderswap / Rule 63 / De-Aging / Age Changes AU

Canon Rewrite / Fix-It / Everybody Lives / Everybody Dies / Major Character Death

Mythology / Supernatural / Fairytale / Wingfic

Accidental Baby Acquisition / (Single) Parent AU / Babysitting

Mutual Pining / Requited/Unrequited Love / Angst With A Happy Ending

Fake Dating / Didn’t Know They Were Dating / Accidental Dating / Accidental Marriage

Repression / Emotional Constipation / Sexuality Crisis (Gay Panic)

Holidays & Celebrations / Proposals / Prom

Fusion / Crossover / Harlequin / Rom-Com (eg: Hogwarts, Pacific Rim, Daemons, Hunger Games, The Princess Bride, Pride & Prejudice, Love Actually, 10 Things I Hate About You, etc)

FREE SPACE

Link to Hard Mode Prompt List

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[real-life-cloud]

old sketch for krbk month last year that I never finished feels very valentines day-y :)

[gardenofnoah]

hi bea 💕 saw your note from a few days about gently pushing a writing prompt in your inbox 💌 if you're still taking them, here's a thought i've let run wild in my brain. hope it helps with your writing rut! bakugou and kirishima coming home to a non-pro hero!reader after a grueling 2 month stint overseas. it's the first long mission they've gone on since starting this fairly new relationship. it's a little awkward, but everyone underneath is brimming with longing. no one's not sure how to break the ice and settle back into a rhythm. maybe some insecurities come out as dinner is awkwardly made. how do the three of us get back to a safe and vulnerable place? a lil sweet? a lil angsty? all up in our feels? 👀 is it a soft kiss that breaks the tension? a lingering touch? a massive dam that breaks with clothes haphazardly ripped off down the hall?

i am kissing your brain directly for this one omfg

it doesn't feel like you thought it would.

to have your beloved heroes back home should have filled you with the familiar contentment that only they bring you. the knowledge that katsuki and eijiro are here and safe, back to you like you made them promise, should be a welcome thing.

but the hours that scratched at your loneliness until it bled are between you now. a great divide—one that widens with every touch the two exchange in front of you. you stand on the other side of it alone—an unfortunate voyeur to the very thing you've yearned for but could not have. how odd it is that the very people you have loved bring up a completely different sentiment now.

how strange it is that some part of you wishes they were still gone.

the apartment that felt too big now suffocates you. the mahogany under your fingers seems a far better sight than the alternative. they chat idly about situations you aren't privy to, missions you haven't gone on—you keep your eyes trained on the wood grain to ignore what's looking you straight in the face: you are othered—you are outside of this. you trace a chip in the tabletop and think with some detachment that you could get up unnoticed.

"you tired, babe?" eijiro's head turns to you as you stand. it feels foreign to have his eyes on you. you gather your bowl and utensils in your hands and fight the urge to tell him to look away.

"yeah, no, i just—i'm not hungry."

"oh! do you want to pick a movie to watch?"

you shake your head, looking anywhere but him. your feet take you past him, headed straight for the kitchen or anywhere else but here. "no, that's okay. don't worry about it."

"oi," katsuki's rasp commands a pause in your steps despite intending the opposite, "what's that s'pposed to mean?"

you don't move an inch—it's enough effort to contort your face into something resembling a smile. something to appease. you can't look at either of them—you keep your eyes on the floor and will it to open up and swallow you whole.

you jump when you feel katsuki's warmth in front of you—far too close. he takes the dishes from you, setting them on the table.

"don't worry about what?" he murmurs, reaching up to tip your chin up. forcing you to meet his gaze.

it doesn't take much else to make you crumble.

you whimper as your eyes burn, blinking furiously to fight the way his face blurs in your vision. he keeps you there and it's torture—fighting the wave that won't stop coming when no one has taught you how to swim. full of fear that it might be the thing that washes away everything.

"baby—" eijiro gets to his feet, startled at your outburst.

"sit down, red," katsuki mutters, holding a hand to the side to stop him. it's absentminded at best yet still effective—and the only thing you can notice is the unspoken between them. there is a trust there that existed long before you and has only been strengthened in the months without you. eijiro settles back in his seat. the canyon deepens—you get farther away.

you know that fighting katsuki's grip on you is futile and you try anyway. he lets you get as far as arm's length away before his fingers close around your wrist and drag you back to him. distantly, you can appreciate the metaphor.

the palm that cradles the back of your head and traps you against his chest is a cruel one. heart to heart, something inside yours breaks.

"it hurts," you gasp. god, does it hurt—the wound sears as hands that feel familiar and wrong hold you tighter.

"take a breath,” he says it so gently that you’re not convinced he’s not someone else in this moment, “tell me what’s goin’ on.”

you do as he says—shuddering and staggered, all torn up in his arms. you feel put on display here in front of both of them—an actor who’s been the butt of the joke the whole time, unbeknownst to them until the final act.

"you left and i—" you squeeze your eyes shut, bearing down on the sob that would love nothing more than to punch its way out of you, "y-you had each other and i was alone."

neither one speaks—the silence stretches and waits patiently for you to fill it.

"you left and i was the one to miss you. i—i feel like i missed everything—i don't feel like i have a place in this anymore—"

the grief knocks the wind out of you when you get to the root of it. it was silly of you to believe you could ever have a place in this, really. two heroes at the peak of their careers, and you—a chain around both of their ankles. how could you have ever held on to those that are held just as tightly by a whole nation? would it have ever mattered, with the hold they already have on each other? there could never be enough room.

"do you think we didn't miss you?"

the blatant hurt in eijiro's voice brings you back to the present moment. katsuki moves back just far enough for you to see it etched on to the red head's face in a way you haven't ever. something about it makes you want to step back into katsuki's warmth, as if it could shield you from it. you can't answer him—and the silence is more shameful truth than you're willing to part with.

"baby," eijiro breathes, strained and thick, "i—we—thought about you every single second we were gone. every single second, i thought about how you'd be spending your day, and i was so excited to get to call you to hear about it. at night we would talk about how you were probably burrowed in blankets and our clothes on the couch, and about how badly we wanted to be there with you."

"you are a part of me," he goes on, goring you any way but softly, "you are a part of us. this doesn't work without you. i know you're hurting and i'm so sorry we had to leave—but sweetheart, you are what we come back to."

your knuckles are white as katuski brushes his thumb over them. he brings them to his lips—brushing over each one softly. you shake in his grasp and he doesn't falter.

"i'm tired," you whisper to no one in particular. it's a half truth—the why hangs in the air between you—but the fatigue is bone deep. it hurts.

"alright," katsuki's voice is raw in a way that feels like a knife in your side—stoicism given away to something far too vulnerable for him, "shower first. then we're goin' to bed."

the ritual you had in place before distorts under the weight of the night. the act takes on new meaning as you let him peel the clothes off of you and corral you into the shower. you're only under the spray a short second before he's gathering you in his arms again--warm and damp in the steam as he dips down to press his face into your neck.

"don't you run off on me," katsuki’s lips brush your throat and it only feels melancholic. he whispers his fear against your skin and all at once you realize that it mirrors your own. you feel eijiro's chest at your back, and when he reaches over your head to wrap a palm around the back of katsuki's neck, the pain fizzles out into something like remorse. how blind you'd been to the knowledge that they held the whole time—that you were the thing they'd wrapped themselves around and sworn to protect.

there's nothing left to say, and yet you speak your apology anyway, hoarse over the patter of water against tile. much louder is what you don't say: i love you. i need you and i'm afraid.

katsuki dries you off slowly, like he's trying to commit you to memory, and it makes you ache. you let him preen you in some animal attempt at strengthening the tear in the bond.

but it's only a tear. blood dries and wounds repair themselves just as the connection between you will. when you settle into bed, it gives under the familiar weight of the two halves of your heart. it's almost comical, the way they both wrap themselves around you—nearly swallowing you whole.

it might be to keep you there—but your heart settles under their tangle of limbs and love and for the first time in the months they'd been gone, you sleep through the night.

[thebest-medicine]

could i get prompt 60 “Don’t- don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!” + 62 “I haven’t seen you smile all day / week!” with lee!bakugou and ler!kirishima.

Prompt 60 - “Don’t- don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!”

Prompt 62 - "I haven't seen you smile all day / week!"

A/N: I love the idea of kirishima (or other bakusquad friends) doing their duty to cheer up bakugo heh. You’ve been scowling too much mister time for you to giggle whether you like it or not. enjoy!!!!

…

“Don’t- shitty hair! I’m serious!” Bakugo growled as he backed further into his dorm room. “Don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!”

“I haven’t seen you smile all week, Bakubro.” Kirishima explained with a feigned tone of scolding. “Just doing my duty, as your friend, to cheer you up.”

“Don’t even- I’ll kill you!” Bakugo hissed as he felt the backs of his knees hit the bed.

“Sure, sure. But, you’re gonna smile first!” Kirishima declared, slamming Katsuki’s door shut and leaping toward his friend and the bed. They rolled for a moment, Bakugo landing on his back and letting out a distressed sound.

“N-no! Jeheherk- stop!” Bakugo protested as Kirishima latched onto the middle of his ribs on one side. Though he pushed and wrestled, Kirishima was able to use his quirk to keep Bakugo underneath him on the mattress. He managed to nearly straddle his friend and started tickling right away to try to distract and drain his fight.

“There we go.” Kirishima grinned as Bakugo’s mouth curled into a wide smile.

“Shuhut up!” Katsuki argued. He still fought the giggles as best he could, but it was hard to resist laughing while trying to break free of his friend at the same time. “There I’m smihihiling so cut it ohohout already!”

“Nah, I think I wanna hear you laugh too.”

“No Kiri-hihihi- I’ll destrohohoy you!” Bakugo cried.

…

[more sentence starter fic prompts]

[other sentence starter fics]

[read this & further MHA drabbles on ao3]

[alex-is-losing-sleep]

yk I still haven't bothered to make a new mhatwt after my old one got banned for telling a nazi to kill himself and I figured I'd just leave it like that but. sometimes I see something and I'm like oughhh I should really get on that actually

[krbkevents]

KRBK Dads Week

#KRBKDadsWeek is officially here! From now until June 16th we shall celebrate KRBKKR as parents in whatever capacity that means to you. Art, fics, cosplay, you name it. As long as you created it, it counts!

Check out the tag for everything posted this week or head to AO3 to see our collection. Works will be reblogged to share. Be sure to tag the account!

[crimsondreamprod]

ProHero Kirishima's long hair in the last chapter was too much to pass up, and to have him in Kinktober for Day 13, biting? The stars aligned! Enjoy a lil ProHeroes KiriBaku!

[hyuge]

KRBK + Cuddles

"Mm, Eiji, we should go to bed," mumbled Katsuki in the crook of Eijirou's neck. They had been watching a movie and fell asleep on the couch, curled up under a blanket together. 

"Ten more minutes," whined Eijirou, eyes screwed shut.

Katsuki hummed in reply. He resituated his body so that he was snuggled into Eijirou's lap, one arm wrapped behind his back, and Eijirou responded by encircling him with his own arms. Those warm, thick muscles were secure and comforting.

Nothing was more pleasant than being curled up together on the couch. And if they woke up in the morning with sore muscles and stiff necks because they never moved to the bedroom, that was no one's business but their own.

Prompted by: @animlcrisscross

[scarlet-traveler]

Katsuki wasn’t scared. No matter how much his body shook, how sweaty his hands were, or how his heart was pounding so fast that he couldn’t feel each individual beat, he knew for a fact that he wasn’t scared.

It was just adrenaline. Anybody would have a shit ton of adrenaline coursing through their body if they had just been yanked out of a fight against eight villains who had kidnapped them while All Might fought the most powerful villain known to man only a handful of feet away.

Yeah.

His feet were back on the ground after the short flight across Kamino Ward, but he still felt like he was soaring through the air. Or maybe that was just his stomach roiling, threatening to throw up whatever was left of the curry he’d eaten three days ago. Due to the adrenaline. Definitely not due to any anxiety twisting up his guts.

He could barely focus on anything, just barely aware that Four Eyes, Deku, and Kirishima were talking around him. Not that he could parse out what was being said beyond the blood roaring in his ears. All he was really aware of was Kirishima’s hand still clamped tightly around his own, completely unbothered by the explosive sweat collecting between their palms.

Katsuki wasn’t complaining either. His friend’s grip was grounding, keeping his thoughts from spiraling more than they already were. He forced himself to clear his head, only focusing on that point of contact as he took a deep breath, willing his heart to slow down. Steadily, his pulse started to ease, and other noises filtered in. Distant sirens, the murmur of a crowd somewhere. The noise of battle from where they had come, and Deku’s voice as he talked on his phone.

“The rescue was a success!” the nerd said, and the waning adrenaline gave way to annoyance as Katsuki whirled on him with a glare.

“That wasn’t a rescue! You morons just happened to be the best escape route!”

Kirishima, definitely one of said morons, just laughed, grinning broadly. “Glad you picked it!” He subtly squeezed Katsuki’s hand as he met his gaze, and Katsuki just huffed before averting his own.

“Anyway,” Deku continued, pocketing his phone. “We should go meet up with Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. They should be heading this way.”

Four Eyes made a noise of agreement, still trying to catch his breath from the stunt, and followed after Deku toward where the noise of the crowds was coming from. Kirishima started to trail after them, and a spike of panic shot through Katsuki’s core as he felt his grip loosen, his hand pulling away-

Katsuki blindly reached out, latching back onto it. Or he would have, had he not fumbled when remembering the fuckton of sweat still coating his palm, and he weakly linked their pinkies instead.

Kirishima stopped and looked back at him, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Katsuki resolutely stared back because he wasn’t a bitch, his glare daring Kirishima to pull away again while his racing pulse hoped he wouldn’t.

Red eyes regarded him silently for a long moment, darting across Katsuki’s face, before Kirishima was smiling again, smaller than before but warmer. It settled Katsuki’s nerves, along with the small squeeze to his pinky before Kirishima was tugging him down the street. “C’mon, we don’t wanna be left behind.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Katsuki muttered, even as he easily followed along, and when Kirishima turned back forward, he let the smallest smile show on his lips as he squeezed his pinky back, not loosening his grip.

~

Just a lil bit of semi-canon compliant pinky linking :D based on a prompt from this list!

[ao3-deviance]

Can I request 3rd year UA student Bakugou meets 3rd year Shiketsu student Kirishima?

Oh, this was a fun idea! Took me a while to come up with a scenario for them to meet, but once I did the words flowed! I'm happy with how this one turned out, so hope you like it too!

Thanks for the prompt!

-----It Starts on a Train-----

"Dynamight?"

Bakugou gritted his teeth, taking a deep, slow breath. It was too early in the morning to deal with either some excited brat who wanted his autograph or an angry parent who wanted to berate him for his…everything. He was already high-strung for his first day of his internship; he didn't need his train ride disturbed. 

Remembering Best Jeanist's words–you can't have another blow up in public; your hero career hasn't even started, and there's a difference between being the aloof hero who doesn't like to talk and the undesirable hero who curses out their fans–he bolstered himself to keep his cool and looked for the voice. 

It was immediately clear that the person staring at him was no civilian; he'd recognize the uniform of Shiketsu anywhere. The man had to be near seven feet tall, but his entire intimidating physique was softened by the bright grin on his face and the kind eyes currently focused on Bakugou. The bright red mane trailing down his back and the two matching hair horns poking through cut out holes in his hat gave away his identity. 

"Red Riot." 

Bizarrely, his acknowledgment immediately brought a blush across the other's face, and the behemoth seemed genuinely surprised. 

"You recognize me?"

Bakugou scoffed, relaxing a little now that it seemed like he wasn't going to be verbally accosted by some soccer mom. 

"Who wouldn't recognize you?" Bakugou asked, rolling his eyes. "Only an idiot wouldn't know Shiketsu's highest ranked third year."

The blush on the other's face deepened. "Well, Shiketsu's no U.A.," he mumbled, shrugging. "Not like I can compete with you."

Bakugou raised a brow. He'd seen enough of Red Riot's saves to know that what currently looked like soft skin could be instantly hardened beyond a diamond's strength if needed. He'd watched one particular save multiple times, a little in awe at the then second year Shiketsu student who managed to harden and hold a whole goddamn bank building up by himself for almost half an hour while other heroes helped civilians escape.

Red Riot had been on his radar for a long time. At first as competition, but later as someone Bakugou admittedly respected (which was a very short list).

"If we weren't on a fucking train, I'd howitser you right now to prove what an idiotic statement that was," Bakugou said blandly. He gestured to the seat beside him. "Quit hovering and take a seat."

Again, the other seemed shocked and perhaps embarrassed? But he still shifted to take the seat, curling in on himself like he didn't want to take up too much room, though it was a lost cause as his entire side pressed against Bakugou. 

"Sorry," he said. 

"The fuck you apologizing for?" Bakugou huffed. He eyed the man out of the corner of his eye. How was he so soft-hearted here when Bakugou had seen videos of him tearing into steel with his fingers during rescues?

"Didn't mean to get in your space."

"I invited you to, moron."

Inexplicably, the other laughed. "You know, you're exactly how I'd thought you'd be," he said. "Straightforward and no nonsense. Super manly."

"You're nothing like I expected you to be," Bakugou said.

He blinked. "I'm surprised you even thought of me at all," he admitted. "I'm not exactly flashy or–ow! What the hell?" He frowned, rubbing at the back of his head where Bakugou had lightly smacked him. 

"It's too early in the morning for me to listen to bullshit," Bakugou said. "Be self-deprecating with someone else. You're a top up-and-comer. Fucking own that shit." 

"Bit un-hero-like to hit someone you barely know, isn't it?" 

"You can take it," Bakugou said. "Besides, don't be a dumbass and maybe you won't get hit."

The other impossibly softened even more, staring at him with eyes Bakugou couldn't decipher. He relaxed the tension in his giant frame, allowing himself to press against Bakugou's arm without concern. Goosebumps erupted across the blond's flesh, and he held back a shiver. He wasn't cold.

"This is my usual route to Fat Gum's Agency, but I've never seen you on this train before. New work study?" 

"Internship with Mirko," Bakugou explained. "First day."

"Nice!" He offered, nodding. "That fits."

Bakugou sighed, relaxing back in his chair. 

"My real name is Kirishima Eijirou, by the way," the other offered after a moment. 

"Bakugou Katsuki," the blond returned. He glanced at the other, contemplative, before he pulled out his phone. "Put your number in," he ordered. 

Kirishima seemed surprised by his forthrightness but didn't argue, taking Bakugou's phone and typing in his number. A moment later, Kirishima's pocket made a small 'manly!' exclamation. Kirishima's face turned red when Bakugou smirked, but neither commented on it.

"Any reason I'm giving you my number?" Kirishima asked as he handed his phone back. 

"Easier to set up a spar sometime," Bakugou explained, watching a series of emotions cross Kirishima's transparent face. The man wore his heart on his sleeve. "And then afterwards we can go out to eat. Loser pays."

Kirishima stiffened, eyes suddenly heavy as they focused on Bakugou and Bakugou alone. Good, the blond thought. That's where they should be. 

"Like…a date?" Kirishima asked hesitantly. 

Bakugou smirked. "Heh. Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought, Red." 

Bakugou missed his stop and was thirty minutes late for the first time in his life. 

It was worth it. 

[cremaynatilla]

Strawberry love

[croissantconnoisseurdinosaur]

Troupe:

Throuple with no plans to have a baby.  Why is there suddenly baby? 

The uterus-having person decides to keep it and has to break the news.  

Sits her partners down and tells them. Tells them she has no idea who the father is between the two of them, but she doesn’t care. Tells them if one or both of them wants to walk she’s fine with that because she is more than capable of doing this on her own. 

They comfort her and tell her they know she’s strong, but she doesn’t have to always do everything alone.  

Comedic shenanigans ensue as three idiots prepare for a baby, with lots of love and domestic fluff.   

[the-selfship-corner]

Poly Selfship Ask Game by @selfship-polycule

(ft Bakugo and Kirishima)

🐘 How big is your polycule?

3 people, including myself

🐪 Who confessed first? How did it go?

Bakugo first confessed to me, then we both agreed we wanted Kirishima to be in our relationship.

🦌 Were they already in a relationship when you got with your FOs?

No, but me and Bakugo were.

🐊 How long have you all been together?

All three of us have been together for 6 months.

🐿️ Did you have to hide your relationship?

None of us have told our family except for Kirishima. Luckily, his parents are supportive. We’ve never “come out” to anybody in our class, but it’s pretty obvious.

🐒 Who is the big spoon, middle spoon and little spoon?

Bakugo is usually the big spoon, but sometimes switches places with the little spoon, which is usually me or Kirishima. We switch up a lot.

🐈 Do you all share one big bed together or do you have different beds?

We couldn’t fit a big bed in any of our dorms, so we don’t really have a big bed, but we share our small one anyway.

🦇 What are your favorite things to do together?

We really like going to restaurants or cafes. Our favorite thing when we can afford it is going to water parks. Occasionally, we have movie nights with all 3 of us. All of us are very physically affectionate, so it works out pretty well.

🐦 What were your first date together?

Our first official date together was at an aquarium. It was really beautiful, and I loved seeing Kirishima getting excited about the sharks.

🦎 What were the first thing you gave to each other?

Kirishima got Bakugo some black earrings and me a stuffed animal puppy. Bakugo got me a cute bracelet and Kirishima a pet rock with googly eyes and red foam hair. I got Kirishima a shark stuffed animal and Bakugo a new jacket that he had really wanted.

🐝 Do you have a poly ship with FOs from different sources?

I have another polyship with Rengoku and Uzui from Demon Slayer.

🐌 Who is more likely to fall asleep first? Who goes to sleep last?

Bakugo usually falls asleep first, followed by me, then Kirishima. He likes to make sure we’re both sleeping well before he goes to sleep.

🦔 Do you or your FOs date outside of the polycule?

No, our polycule is strictly closed.

🐋 What are each of your FOs' nickname? Do they have one for you too?

My nicknames: Sweetheart, baby, darling, sweetie, pebble, love, babe, baby, doll, cutie, angel wings, idiot

Bakugos nicknames: Sweetheart, babe, baby, blasty, love, honey, darling, babe, love

Kirishimas nicknames: baby, Sharky, sweetheart, sweetie, babe, hottie, shark-face, dummy

🐻 How do they show their love? Is it through gifts? Words? Quality time? Something else?

Bakugo shows his love through physical affection and words, but he has to feel very comfortable to express himself through words. Kirishima expresses his love through quality time and gifts.

🦊 What is something you love most about each other?

I love how positive Kirishima is, and I love how affectionate Bakugo is when we’re alone

Kirishima loves how strong Bakugo is, mentally and physically, and he loves how sweet I am.

Bakugo loves how Kirishima motivates him, and he loves my kindness.

🐁 Any headcanons you have about your polycule?

And they were all switches.

🦨 If you had to name your polycule, how would you name it?

Katsukasushima

🦥 In a modern setting, what job would each of you have?

Bakugo would probably be a tattoo artist/piercer. Kirishima would be a football player. I would be an artist.

🦧 What's your current relationship statue (dating, married, etc)?

We’re all dating :)

🐧 If you went on a trip together, where would you go?

We would all go to somewhere brand new, maybe Arizona to see the Grand Canyon. Just a change of scenery.

🐅 Do you have any pets? If so, what are they? If not, what kind of pets would you like to adopt?

We’d all like a dog, but we don’t have any pets.

🐇 Any plans to have kids?

We want to have a kid one day, maybe two; one from Bakugo, one from Kirishima.

[akumax666x]

POV: Bakugou is the main character not Deku

Baku: All men are not created equal. Shitty fucking Deku taught me that. You can work yourself to the bone and train until you puke, but at the end of the day, none of it fucking matters. There will always be some undeserving quirkless loser waiting to humiliate you and snatch away your dreams. This is the story of how on my journey to become the number one hero, I met a bunch of losers who ruined my life, and one shitty haired one who stole my fucking heart

Low key in the process of writing something like this