#rom. ╱ bakugou katsuki.

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⍣ ೋ Rom-Com Gone Wrong

˚ · . bakugou katsuki x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ takes place during their third year, mentions of injuries and blood, forced intake of aphrodisiac, unestablished relationship, mutual pining, love confession, both characters are 18, protected sex, implied unprotected sex, virgnity loss, misunderstandings, a bit angsty, bakugou is lowky ooc and gentle, this is really long

following a rough battle with a rather inconvenient villian and his quirk, y/n finds herself induced with aphrodisiac against her will. she wins the encounter, only to be told if she doesn't relieve her sexual desires within 24 hours with another individual she will die.

"i'll be the one to do it," mineta says, trying to sound nonchalant about the situation, flipping his non-existent hair off to the side if his shoulder. the girls, in unison, disagree verbally, knowing of his creepy tendencies.

"can't she just do it with a girl?" tsuyuri thinks aloud, attempting to find an easy way for you to feel more comfortable with the situation. "if that's the case, then i'll do it!" ashido declares, raising her hand in the air.

this has been the subject of conversation for the past hour or so. yes, your classmates and even teachers are conversing on what to do about your current state, on who will be the one to sleep with you. it's almost heartwarming, to know that your classmates care so much about you that they'd be willing to sleep with you if it means you'll live.

which is exactly what it means. exactly nine hours ago, you had a confrontation with a well-wanted villian. you knew of the risks, you knew of his horrendous and taboo quirk. you knew that he used his quirk to take advantage of women who were defenseless and practically leaving them for dead within 24 hours of interaction.

quirks like these were rare, none of your classmates nor teachers had any experience with this type of thing. originally, the teachers were going to discuss of this situation privately, but after almost three hours had gone by with no real possible solutions, they had decided to involve your dearest classmates to come up with something, anything to help save your life.

"no, according to the villian and the tiny information we were able to get out of him, it has to be done with a male." midnight had said, rubbing at her temple to ease her stress. your female classmates groaned with frustration, side-eyeing mineta with disgust.

"t-then i'll do it!" a new contender had volunteered. "y-you? y/n needs a real man, denki—," jirou had said, trying to play of her nervousness with a chuckle. "i agree." momo said sternly.

"no offense but.. how about the boys leave this discussion to the boys." she added on, having distrust in the intentions of her male classmates. "i know you boys just want to do what you can to help her, but we also have to think about how this will affect her mentally."

the topic carried on with the girls, occasionally one of the boys attempted to give a idea, but were almost immediately shot down due to it's risk.

admist to all the tension and debate, there was one who was uncharacteristically quiet. bakugou katsuki.

all of the boys were huddled into a circle, behind the girls, listening into their plan. however, it was bakugou who stuck out like a sore thumb. he kept his hands in his pockets, a rather stoic expression written onto his face as he stared up to the ceiling.

"i'll do it! you guys just gotta trust me!" mineta yelled once more, his body jolting with fear when he was met with clear resistance from the girls.

everyone was too wrapped up in figuring out a game-plan to even notice that bakugou had taken his leave, muttering a scoff at his classmates's immaturity and perversion.

he made his way to the dorms, his hand rubbing at the tense skin of his nape. bakugou stopped in his tracks, seemingly he wasn't the only one who had the same idea. his hands returned to their place in his pockets, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of his classmate, todoroki shouto, standing a few feet away from your dorm room.

"what are you doing here?" bakugou asked, resting his body weight on his right leg. todoroki looked back at bakugou calmly, observing the blonde's stiff movements. "i want to help y/n-san." todoroki stated, glancing back at the door of your room.

bakugou scoffed at his answer, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "yeah right—you?" he hissed, coming up to todoroki and shoving him away from your door. "don't make me laugh. i'll be the one to do it."

todoroki stayed in place for a moment, blinking at bakugou's aggression and determination. he glanced once more at your door, and then back to bakugou before sighing with defeat and turning around to head god knows where.

bakugou scoffed once more, not taking his eyes off todoroki until he was well out of his sight. bakugou turned around, his red eyes staring intently at your door. he chewed on the walls of his mouth, wondering how to go about the situation.

as brash as he may be—he's not an idiot. he knows that if you don't end up getting any help within a few mere hours, you'll die. and thats not what he wants. to stand and watch while his dumb classmates argue over who will be the one to have the honor of having sex with you is something he won't abide with.

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a soft moan escaped your lips at the feel of your fingers caressing against your sensitive folds. a drop of sweat ran down your flushed face, running down to your collarbone and dampening the sheer tank you were wearing.

there was a knot in your abdomen, a very tight knot, that has been yet to be undone. normally, when you had this kind of urge, you'd be able to satisfy it yourself. but it's been nearly eight hours since you'be been drugged, and the effects only get more and more intense with every passing minute.

you're tired. your body is coated in a thick layer of sweat, the room smells grossly of your own scent, and it's been eight hours—yet no release. tears sting at your waterline, your hand coming up to cover your pathetic whines and cries as your fingers scissor their way into your cunt, trying to find relief to your frustration.

you gasp with pleasure when your finger nails press ever so slightly against that one spot, hazy eyes going wide when you finally find it. your back arches off the bed, toes curling when you can barely press your fingerpads against that sweet spot, but nonetheless it's something.

your body jolts when you hear a light knock at your door, hands flying to grab onto your blanket to hide your half-naked body. you sat frozen on your bed, eyes watching the door.

a couple of moments later, once again the visitor knocked, snapping you out of your haze. you rushed to find any pajamas or clothes to wear, eventually settling on a pair of grey pajama shorts. the visitor knocks again once more, earning a groan from you. "g-give me a second!" you hiss loudly, dusting off your body and finally walking up to your door.

with a deep inhale, you open up your door a few inches, hiding your sweat-ridden body behind the large frame and peeking out your head to see the visitor.

your heart drops into your stomach at the sight of the familar blonde, his red eyes lidded low at you. "b-bakugou?" you stutter out, your cheeks blushing intensely when you feel your core throb at just the sight of him. "what... are you doing here?" you say, swallowing down the fat lump in your throat.

bakugou stares at you, his facial expressions uncharacteristically calm and unreadable. "..isn't it obvious?" he says nonchalantly, taking a step towards the door. his low tone heats up your body, making you impossibly warmer with embarrassment to top it off with your seemingly insatiable desire.

still, you don't move from the door, and if anything, push it forward so only a few centimeters remain between the frame and the door itself. your forehead rests against the wood, contemplating your options.

bakugou katsuki has come to your door to do the obvious with you. for many others, this would be a dream come true—and it almost is, for you, almost. tears cloud your vision once more at the thoughts that run throughout your head, he's only here because you'll die.

"let me in y/n,—", "no, i don't want you here." you interrupt, still hiding behind the door. bakugou's eyes widen slightly at your refrusal, not expecting you to shut him down given the situation.

to you, it's almost insulting—bakugou katsuki is here to have sex with you, to save you. your crush of many years, is here to have sex with you, but only because he feels the need to save you, not because he wants to.

bakugou sighs silently, he knows its a sensitive matter, that you're practically forced to have sex with someome that you possibly don't like just to live. his fists tighten up into a ball, his eyebrows furrowing at your stubbornness. but he won't have you die, he won't knowing he could help you.

"y/n. open the door or i'm going to break it down myself." he says sternly, his voice raising slightly. it sends shivers down your spine, but still you hold your ground. alas, you find it within yourself to close the door, only for it to be held open by bakugou who most definitely overpowers you when it comes to strength. with a grunt, your already weak arms give in, quickly dropping back to the floor as the door slams against the wall now that bakugou has won the short game of tug-o-war.

bakugou makes his way into your room, not even caring to check if the door handle has made a new hole in the wall. his mouth opens, ready to say something, only to purse into a straight line when he sees the tears flowing down your cheeks.

"i don't want you here." you mumble out, attempting to hide your tears by wiping them away as quick as they came.

with a grunt, bakugou is pulling you up to your feet, his hands gripping onto your shoulders while his lips smash against yours. the kiss is rough, almost uncomfortably stiff. and yet, you almost let out a moan of satisfaction just by him giving the worst kiss ever. he pulls away a moment later, his hands keeping you in place.

not like you'd be able to walk away even if you wanted, your gaze was fixated on his soft features, eyeing those lips of his. this time, it's bakugou whose walking away—and it's you who is running after him.

with haste, you push yourself forward to the blonde, your hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling him back to you. bakugou breathes out a grunt when your lips collide with his once more, desperate and clumsy, more teeth than tongue. you can't help but grab into bakugou's broad shoulders before finding better purchase by wrapping them around his neck, feet on all toes in order to reach his lips.

bakugou pulls away from you, quickly shutting the door and locking it. though, he barely has time to do the second, as soon as the door is closed, you're pushing him against it and shoving your body against his, encapturing his lips with yours once again. he swallows your desperate whines, his tongue fighting for dominance against yours. it's messy, it's not at all in sync—but just that alone has your body heating up than what you thought was possible.

and bakugou can feel it. his hands find purchase on the small of your waist—your skin is hot to the touch, almost fever hot. he raises an eyebrow when the feel of his skin on yours alone has you letting out a soft moan, much to your embarrassment. experimentally, bakugou's hands travel down to the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh lightly, earning a gasp from your lips.

seeing this, bakugou pulls away from you, a fat string of saliva connecting the two of you. his red eyes watch you tortuously, watching the way your delicate features contort with pleasure as his hands explore your ass, his squeezes getting more and more rough as your body reacts. his finger glides up to the hems of your shorts, playing with the drawstrings and eventually pulling on one to untie the knot, allowing your flimsy excuse of so-called shorts to drop and lay around your feet.

your cheeks burn at the way he stares closely at your half-naked body, eyes darting down to the ground when you realize that you didn't even put on any underwear. to you, bakugou is eyeing your body, looking for any imperfections and unsatisfying marks.

but to bakugou, he has to hold back a groan by biting on his lower lip at the sight of your bare cunt. his hands tighten it's grip on your hips, attempting to keep his composure. bakugou finally pushes himself off the door, leading you quickly by the small of your waist to your bed.

with a gentle shove, you're laying down onto your back, your legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. your eyes widen when bakugou's hands grab the hems of his shirt, pulling it up to his head and discarding of his shirt, revealing his rather toned abs and few scars he's gained in the various fights he's gotten into as a hero.

your mouth is agape in awe, practically drooling at the sight of his fit muscles and small waist. without another word, your hand subconsciously reaches for him, generously touching the muscles of his abdomen. for the first time of the night, bakugou finally shows some emotion, smirking widely at your infatuation with his abs.

"i know i got some great abs, huh?" he grins, his hand coming up to rest on the flesh of your thigh. his grin flattens to an slightly agape 'O' when your hand travels down lower to his lower pelvis, your nails caressing the skin, sending shivers down his spine. dangerously, it continues, your fingers meddling with the edge of his baggy pants, circling the metal button.

before you could do anything else, bakugou is grabbing your hand away, and much to your surprise, settles himself inbetween your bare legs, eyeing your exposed cunt. naturally, you rush to close your legs, but are stopped by his hands that rest on both of your inner thighs.

"don't try to hide yourself from me." he growls lowly, his cock growing hard in his pants at the fuller sight of your glistening cunt. a yelp leaves your throat when you are pulled closer to the edge of your bed, cunt mere centimeters from bakugou's face. your eyes close shut, palm hiding your face in embarrassment.

"open your damn eyes, you're gonna watch as i eat this pretty pussy." he hisses out before blowing lightly onto your folds, enjoying the way your thighs shiver. with a lick of his lips, bakugou dives into your cunt, his tongue dragging across your folds and into your core. you let out a rather loud moan at the feel of his tongue exploring your cunt, your hands diving down to entangle themselves in his short blonde locks.

as told, you watch bakugou devour your poor pussy through tears, moaning into your palm to not let anyone hear the way you're getting eaten out by one of your classmates. your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel bakugou enter his index finger into your tight walls, massaging your gummy walls without mercy.

"bakugou.." you mewl out, back arching off the bed when you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel. the fingers tied in his hair pull tightly on his roots, earning a hum of satisfaction leave his lips, vibrating against your clit so deliciously it has you sobbing out his name within seconds and squirming within his tight hold as you cum. tears run down your cheeks as your body convulses with pleasure, eyebrows furrowed intensely as your first orgasm of the night washes over you.

a minute later, you finally come down to earth, chest heaving heavily as your eyes focus down to bakugou who licks up the remains of your delicious juices. it's so over stimulating, but it feels so good, the way his tongue laps up your cum as if he was a starved man.

for a second, you close your eyes, basking in the sweet after-glow of your orgasm before a familar vibrating sound snaps you out of your bliss. bakugou holds up the pink bullet-vibrator within his hand, cocking his head to the right. "this yours?" he asks teasingly, a sly grin painted into his face.

before you could respond, bakugou is pressing the bullet against your clit, sending waves of overstimulated pleasure up your spine. you wiggle and shift on your bed, attempting to get away from it, from him, but in the heat of the moment you seem to have forgotten of bakugou's trained strength. he pins your hips onto the bed with ease with one hand, and holds the bullet to your clit with the other.

he evilly chuckles into your cunt, his tongue gliding into your tight hole. your cries and pleas are melodies to his ears, and he only stops when your thighs are shaking for a second time around his head and your pussy walls are tightening up around his tongue. he hungrily laps up your fluids once more, the tip of his nose brushing up against your clit as he discards of the vibrator in order to grab onto the back of your thighs and practically smothers himself into your pussy.

finally, once he's deemed you cleaned up and not an ounce of your cum wasted, he pulls away from your drenched pussy. his chin glistens with your juices, his tongue lapping up any remains on his lips. his ruby red eyes watch as your chest heaves up and down, his hand grabbing your wrist that was covering your flushed face and discarding it to the side.

he passionately kisses you, not like the kisses you two shared earlier. rather, your inhaling his heavy breaths as his hips roll subconsciously into yours, his hard-on poking against your inner thigh. "bakugou.." you exhaled against his lips, your hand sliding inbetween your close bodies to palm his confined cock.

bakugou lets out a almost pained groan, his eyebrows furrowing at the feel of your hand brushing against his cock's tip. "fuck.." he groans, his head dipping down to your chest when your hand slides below his trousers and over his confined boner. "wanna help you too bakugou," you mumble shyly, batting those pretty eyelashes at him.

the tempered blonde seems to have been frozen in place at your unexpected boldness, his cock growing impossibly harder at your words. he curses under his breath when your hand glides in between the gap of his boxers, your fingers coming into contact with the skin of his cock.

you're so unexpected. it's all bakugou can ever think of. unlike all the others, you've surprised him the most. you've surprised him with your wits—instead of strength and speed. no matter how mean or offensive he's been to you, you've been nothing but a saint—going so far to even nurse him back to health after a particularly aggressive battle with a villian.

thats why he had to be the one to help you. after all you've done for him, he had to return the favor in the one time he could save your life, even if it meant having sex would save you. he wasn't about to let those ungrateful, clueless extras do it with you either when they didn't deserve the opportunity to have you so vulnerable for them.

and having sex with you doesn't seem too bad, not in the slightest. especially not when your hand is pumping his cock so deliciously. bakugou's lips apart slightly, a sharp gasp escaping when your palm tightens around his sensitive cock.

you jolt when bakugou's own hand wraps around your wrist firmly, practically slapping it away from his cock. you look up at him with filmy eyes, looking for an explanation within his own. "gotta focus on you," he mumbles under his breath, his hands coming down to your hips and dragging you down to him.

bakugou finally begins to undo his belt, the metal buckle causing your ears to tingle. he pushes down his pants to his lower thighs, for a second he glances up at you, to which you can see a small glimpse of the red tint that covers the apples of his cheeks and the way he stares intently at your features, most likely waiting to see your reaction.

he slides his dark red boxers down to the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock of his uncomfortable confines. and, just wow, maybe it's because you're quite literally drugged with a sex drug, or maybe he's just that perfect—but just the sight of his cock has your pathetic pussy walls clenching and throbbing around nothing.

your mouth salivates at the mere thought of his cock, and just now seeing it—god you just want him to fuck you already. without a thought, your hand reaches once more for him, only for bakugou to pin your wrist down to the side of your body, his own climbing on top of the bed. your legs come to rest on each sides of his hips, his thighs underneath yours while he sits on his knees.

it seems you're not the only one so horny, afterall, as bakugou wrapped his hand around cock, his hips inching closer to yours, his body jolted, eyes widening. his sudden movement has your heart dropping in your stomach, a cold sweat breaking out on your body. "w-what? what is it?" you stutter out, your hand crossing defensively over your clothed chest.

bakugou's cheeks seem to bloom more a shade of red as he leans back, searching for something in his pocket. "hah.. i almost forgot the condom.." he says, taking out the unmistaken small square packet out of his pocket.

you chuckle lightly at the mistake, feeling embarrassment for yourself as well. to think that you two were so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that you almost forgot the condom gives such a strange feeling in your stomach.

finally, bakugou puts the condom on, a bit shaky with embarrassment as he slides it on. all prepared, he looks up at you—possibly the calmest you've ever seen him, but there's a hint of seriousness and maybe even care with the way his eyebrows are furrowed lightly or how his eyes never leave your face.

"ready?" he asks cautiously, his hand gripped onto the underside of your thigh with the other resting on the side of your lower stomach. with your nod of approval, bakugou meets his thighs to your ass, his cock tip pressing lightly against your virgin hole.

before bakugou could go any further, your soft sobs stop him. his head immediately snaps up to yours, his eyes wide with shock. your eyes are once again wet with tears, eyebrows arched and lips frowning.

"i know this is not very convenient, y/n, but if we don't do this, you'll die-", he tries to say before he's interrupted by your sobs and hiccups. through fat tears and incoherent sentences, you finally manage to say something clear.

"it's not that." you practically hiss, surprising the blonde. "..then what is it?" he urges, a confused expression forming on his face. with a loud sigh, you groan loudly with anger and sadness, practically throwing your hands to your face as you try to wipe away your never-ending tears.

"i d-didn't want it to be like t-this!" you sob loudly, your shoulders jumping with every hiccup. before bakugou could press any further, the years of untold suffering and thoughts just came rushing to you, spilling out of your mouth like vomit. "i-i didn't w-want it to be l-like this! to happen like this!"

"oh my g-god! bakugou i've been in love with you since i've m-met you—and it–it hurts—for it to happen this way—you're only doing this just b-because you f-feel obligated to do i-it—not because you l-love me—" you mumble out, hands covering your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction.

"for it to ha-happen this way—it's like a whole prank..! like a fucking—slap in the face!" you say, practically yelling the last part as your hands fly down to the bed with frustration, finally meeting bakugou's gaze. your sobs quiet down, stomach churning at the realization of the word vomit you just had.

you thought he would be weirded out, maybe even make fun of you for it. but instead, bakugou is now looking at you with an unfamiliar gaze, full of something that seems to just be more than politeness and friendly care. sure, he's not smiling, but the way his red eyes are half-lidded, pupils dilated so big they might as well just be black, his eyebrows no longer furrowed but instead arched upwards with what seems to be surprise.

before you could say anything else, waves of sharp pain are shot up your spine as bakugou unexpectedly pushes in the tip of his cock, his arms now finding purchase by wrapping around your waist, lowering himself closer to you.

his lips press yours, slow and steady as he inches his fat cock into you. he pulls away from your lips with a grunt, his eyebrows arched downwards as he tries to set aside the way your cunt feels so heavenly wrapped around the end of his cock.

"i'm sorry for how i've been treating you." he says lowly, his teeth nipping at the pristine skin of your collarbone. "i just didn't know how to tell you—didn't think you felt the s-same," he breathes out, stuttering the last word when your walls clench around his cock. bakugou curses under his breath, trying to ground himself by pawing at your clothed breasts, sliding his hands under your tank to feel the bare skin.

bakugou's words has fresh tears forming once again at your water line. "the same..?" you think out loud, a hiccup escaping your throat at the realization.

"f-fuck, y/n—," he chokes out, his balls becoming flush with the curve of your ass. "bakugou.. the same?" you urge on, a small gasp leaving your lips when his cock tip glazes against your sweet spot. it takes bakugou to find the strength to answer, but he does with a groan, rising his upper body to have a better look at the sight of you.

"..yes the same you dummy." he finally confirms, his eyes unable to lock with yours, instead choosing to glue themselves to the sight of your tight pussy swallowing his cock. without wasting another second, your hands fly to his nape, pulling him back down to kiss him roughly. the two of you moan into the kiss, your hands desperately exploring the skin of his back while his continue to grope and massage your breasts.

"hah—i just couldn't allow it.. i didn't want the others to have you.." he groans out, his hips speeding up against yours. his teeth bite at your breasts possessively, leaving dark red marks over the unmarked flesh. his possessiveness sends a shiver up your spine, making you impossibly more hornier than you thought possible.

"baku—katsuki," you mewl out, your fingernails digging trails of red into the skin of his back. his head nods silently at your use of his first name, his ears tingling intensely.

his head tilts up to face yours, unprepared for what you were about to say. "please fuck me. i need you."

with a few words of heavy profanity, all previously known touches of gentleness are thrown out the window and bakugou is throwing your leg over shoulder and practically folding you in half. bakugou is quick to cover your mouth with his palm, if not your screams of pleasure would be heard by all the other people in these dorms—and he's not quite on board with any nobodies hearing your pretty moans.

bakugou practically jackhammers his hips into yours, his cock tip bullying your cervix. your eyes roll to the back of your head at the foreign feeling of your cervix being fucked, of your cunt being mercilessly destroyed by a fat cock. your hand flies up to the head board, desperately attempting to find purchase on anything to keep you grounded.

his cock grazing your sweet spot has you screaming once more into his palm, creaming around him for the first time that night. "f-fuck—" bakugou curses loudly, his teeth drawing blood on his lower lip in an attempt to hide own moans.

your cunt walls have a vice grip on his cock, practical almost leaving him unable to move as you cum around him. still, bakugou works his hips in and out, doing everything in his power to prevent himself from cumming just yet.

in an last ditch effort to do so, bakugou lifts his palm up from your mouth, flipping your body so you lay onto your stomach. he's quick to shove his cock back into your overstimulated cunt, rutting into you like a dog in heat. bakugou doesn't find it within himself to care when you're moaning so loud that the first floor can probably hear you, neither does he care that he's fucking you so hard that the bed frame begins to slam against the wall.

all he cares about is destroying your cunt, destroying you, something he's been wanting to do since he's met you. "fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n you feel so fuckin' good—i'm gonna cum," he babbles, his cock growing hard at the sight of your fat ass bouncing with every impact of his thrusts.

you're no better off than him, moaning his name desperately like a mantra. bakugou finally comes with a sharp and deep thrust, pushing his cock so deep it has the tip flush with your bruised cervix. he groans incoherent words, most likely profanities, as he cums into the condom, his hands gripping on the swell of your hips as he tries to ground himself.

you cum just at the unmistaken warmth that pools inside of you, tongue lolling out of your mouth pathetically. your body twitches underneath his weight, hands weakly grabbing onto his biceps. "katssshuki.." you mewl out, stars practically twinkling in your eyes.

bakugou pulls out of you with a sharp inhale, taking off the filled condom. his cock twitches when you stop him just as he's about to throw away, taking the cum-filled latex from his hand and holding it over your mouth, allowing the cum to drip onto your tongue and into your throat.

he watches you with wide eyes as you practically suck the cum out of the condom before throwing it into the trash bin on the side of your bed. you look at him with a grin, licking your lips generously before giggling.

bakugou's face twitches uncontrollably, any remains of the composure and the obvious "better safe than sorry", he has left is discarded before he practically pounces on you like a wild beast.

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bakugou is jolted awake, his eyes darting to the door of your room. theres a couple of knocks, his eyes look for your clock, '5:04 AM'.

he shuts his eyes, fully okay with ignoring the late visitor before theres more knocks. bakugou, begrudgingly, gets up, only because he doesn't want you to wake up.

he wraps his lower body in a spare blanket, taking a few seconds to rub awaken more before he's inching the door open, just barely enough to see who the visitor is. though, his shoulders relax when he sees it's just mr. aizawa at the door, most likely checking up on your state.

mr. aizawa blinks unexpectedly at bakugou, surely not expecting him to answer the door. his expression softens at the realization, being quick to offer an explanation. "i was just coming here to see if y/l/n was alright.. but i see it's under control, right?"

aizawa punctuates the last word of his sentence with the tilt of his head, his eyes pointing out bakugou's half-naked body. bakugou in response sheepishly shrugs, muttering out a groggy 'yeah' before closing the door.

he stands at the closed door for a second, rubbing his eyes tiredly before turning around to go back to bed, your bed more specifically. he stops in his tracks for a moment before continuing, seeing that you're now sitting up and staring at him.

"katsuki.." you breathe out tiredly, practically purring when you feel his hand settle onto your hip, bringing you back down onto the bed with him.

the two of you share a chaste kiss, departing only to get a short breathe in before you're pushing your body against his, deepening the kiss once more for the nth time that night.

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he was never the soft lover type. he's never been a "lover" at all. the best peek he got at romantic love was seeing everyone around him fall head over heals. his family, his classmates, almost all his friends are in happy relationships too.

in a typical rom-com, he would be the sad, lonely side character. the grumpy killjoy if you would. he fits the role quite well. that was until he met you. the one person who'd quite literally turn his world upside down.

it hasn't been long but he's already fallen for you. and he fell hard. his tough exterior faltered every time you were even in a meter radius from him. he stuttered in each conversation you had, and his cheeks would turn a hundred shades of red whenever your eyes met.

that would be great if only you were actually in his league. you were sunshine, and he was a literal rain cloud. coming to the conclusion that he never had a chance with you, he gave up. he resorted to completely shut down any kind of relationship he already had with you.

now he was at the farthest corner of the room whenever you walk in. his replies were cold and short whenever you talked to him, and if it was a sport, he'd be a gold medalist at avoiding your gaze no matter what.

he kept that up until you came to him one day with your brows furrowed and tears in your eyes. he was swallowed by guilt when you confronted him. though even when you were mad, you could never find it in you to scream in his face or cuss him out. and he hated that.

despite your tears and pleading, he's never going to tell you how he really felt. someone like you ending up with someone like him will only be a loss on your part. and he knew he didn't deserve the glory of being yours.

iwaizumi hajime, kageyama tobio, kyotani kentaro, suna rintaro (a bit ooc I think but ahaheaha), bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, leviathan (obey me), satan (obey me), teen nanami

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[queenpiranhadon]

Can you do a bakugou x reader, they share a moment together like on a trip to the beach with the class or something like an situation like there have to share a hotel room which cause them to have to talk or spend time together?

A/N: Lmao this look way longer than it should've- I beg for forgiveness 😭 Here's my masterlist!!

Warning(s): cursing, takes place during third year, reader and Shinso are apart of the hero course after being apart of general studies, reader has a mentioned and explained quirk, reader is in class 1-A, Shinso is in class 1-B, close friends to eventual lovers, Bakugou's a secret rom com lover, reader is gn but is written with f!reader in mind, not proofread D: + anything else I forgot

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

•─────•°•❀•°•──── ᴅᴜᴍʙᴀꜱꜱ ────•°•☁︎•°•────•

You know the feeling when you’ve been working so hard that when you finally take a break, it feels wrong? 

That’s how you felt- right now- staring at the towering resort in front of you.  

You were more than grateful for the effort the school put in to accumulate the funding for a beach trip for the entire hero course- something the other courses envied you all for, and in all honesty, you would gladly give up your spot for any one of them. It was your third year, a stressful time given that you were about to become fully fledged heroes by the time you all graduated in a few weeks – something you found ironic since you and your classmates have already seen more action than the average pro hero.  

Though the circumstances were a little different for you, as you had joined the hero course later in the school year following Hitoshi Shinso, who joined Class 1-B. You were put in Class 1-A to keep the classes balances, allowing your dream to come true to become a pro alongside the others.  

Your quirk, Eviscerate, let you release powerful blasts of pure kinetic energy that could destroy, explode and burn. Though while it was no doubt powerful, it was unstable, and dangerous. When you first got your quirk, you destroyed half of your home while sleeping, and the following doctors appointment suggested getting you a permanent support equipment that would act as a muzzle on your quirk to keep in contained.  

However the company that supplied the gear was unreliable and neutralized your quirk to the point where it was practically useless. From then on, you used gear to amplify your quirk instead of restrict it, and yet, though the blasts had the same effects they used to, they would sap large chunks of your energy the more powerful the blast was, which is why you passed out after taking out 7 robots during the entrance exam and ended up enrolling in General Studies, despite your potential. 

Once you managed to get into the hero course, you were paired with train with a certain Bakugou Katsuki, who was quite experienced in the explosions department and helped you develop your special moves. Bakugou pushed you to not only become a better hero but a better person, yelling at you to take care of yourself and scolding you if you didn’t drink enough water when you felt dizzy after training.  

You two had grown considerably close due to that, and you felt more comfortable within Class 1-A, never feeling left out despite your late arrival. 

And to be honest, you couldn’t help but harbor some feelings for the blonde too.  

Now, here you were, standing in front of one of the most luxurious beachside resorts in all of Japan.  

Dragging your suitcase and backpack, you gather in the lobby alongside your classmates, awaiting Aizawa Sensei’s instructions.  

The ravenette in question pulled out his phone and starts to read out the sleeping arrangements.  

“Ashido and Hagakure, Shinso and Tokoyami, Midoriya and Todoroki, Asui and Uraraka...” he drones on monotonously, and your brain subconsciously started to tune him out until a pair of names catches your attention.  

“L/N and Bakugou.” 

Almost everyone whips their heads in your direction, and your face turns bright red.  

Bakugou?! 

*** 

Your mind races a million miles a minute. I’m sharing a room with Bakugou?! Shit- what if I’m a bad roommate?! What if he thinks I’m gross! I’m going to have to scrub myself clean every hour now. Damn it I didn’t bring enough body wash to wash every hour of the week. You mentally groan to yourself.  

You see Bakugou heft his bags, grabbing his room key from Aizawa, and you want to melt into the floor. How in the world were you supposed to inconspicuously keep your cool around the man you’ve been crushing on for months?! Especially since you were sharing a room?! 

Sighing, you decide you should probably get your key as well, shifting your bags around, and approaching Aizawa who had your key in his hand.  

Taking it from him with appropriate thanks, you turn around to leave, but you hear his voice, stopping you in his tracks.  

“L/N.” he calls, and you look back at him confused. 

“Yes, Sensei?” you ask warily, wondering what he could be asking you about.  

“You might be wondering why you’re paired with Bakugou.” he paused, choosing his next words carefully. “We assigned rooms based on those who get along decently enough, and though Young Bakugou has most definitely mellowed out over the years, he seems to be the calmest around you.” 

You feel your cheeks subconsciously heat up at the words, warmth spreading in your heart and butterflies erupting in your stomach. Did he really act that way? 

No, he just likes you as a friend, you tell yourself, clearing your throat and looking at your teacher.  

“I understand Sensei. I have no problem rooming with Bakugou-kun.” you smile reassuringly, and the man reciprocates with a wry smile of his own before dismissing you to your room.  

“Go settle in, breakfast buffet closes at 12:30 tomorrow.” he says, grabbing his own suitcase and heading to his shared room with Vlad King.  

You marvel the resort as you make your way to the elevator, ornate marbled floors the color of sea glass accented with gold. Two giant seashells the size of gargoyles stood at both sides of the elevator doors, and you step inside, soft classical music trickling through the space as you stare out the glass wall, observing the many people of the beach, and clear aquamarine waters that looked crystalline. It was...beautiful. 

You hear a ding, marking your arrival to the 8th floor, where you and the rest of Class 1-A were sleeping, except for Tokoyami, who slept on the 7th floor alongside Class 1-B. 

The floors were carpeted, a nice burgundy with simple gold waves that ran throughout the length of the hallway, simple, but elegant.  

Trailing your eyes alongside the doors, you find the door you were looking for, Room 1076. 

You fumble with the key card, pressing against the small black sensor by the door handle, hearing the beep that signaled it was unlocked, and you open it, taking in your surroundings. 

There was a large painting of two seahorses, with their tails intertwined, hung in between the beds. The beds themselves were draped with such fancy comforters that looked like clouds, you almost didn’t want to sleep on them in fear of ruining it.  

“Oi, close yer mouth, yer gonna catch flies.” you hear a familiar voice behind you, whipping around to come face to face with a pair of vermillion eyes.  

“Oh Bakugou!” you laugh nervously “I didn’t see you there.” 

He rolls his eyes, grabbing your backpack from your shoulders forcefully and plops it onto the nearby chair, effectively flinging you backwards in the process. 

“Gah! Ah shit-” you yelp, falling backwards and losing your footing, only for strong arms to wrap around your waist and yanking you back just in time to narrow avoid breaking a very expensive looking vase.  

Looking up you see Bakugou’s eyes on you, an impassive look on his face. 

A few beats of silence pass before you burst out into laughter, Bakugou forced to shift your form in order to not have to fall over again from the ferocity of your heaving giggles.  

“Pfft- you should’ve seen your face - you were like rahhhh and I was like AHHH” you rambled, finding it difficult to breathe as your muscles painfully stretched to accommodate how much you were smiling.  

You feel a hand rest on top of your hand, effectively silencing you as Bakugou clicks his teeth impatiently. 

“Tch- calm down dumbass, ya just got here and yer already trying ta destroy the place.” he grumbles, the tips of his ears turning red. “Aizawa said we can call up room service for free- let's order some dinner and watch a movie or some shit. I’m fuckin exhausted.”

You smile brightly, shoving down the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, and nod.  

“Sounds good! You order and I’ll find something to put on.” you beam, flopping down on the bed closest to you, deciding that it was going to get messed up anyways. “Just don’t get anything too spicy. I’m not a weakling obviously, but you’re probably going to manage burning off my taste buds one way or another.” 

Bakugou rolls his eyes again, flipping you off and receiving and indignant Hey! from you, walking over to the bedside table to dial room service on the provided phone.  

Flipping through the channels, you surf through various news programs and sports broadcasts, already missing your easily accessible streaming services back home. Finally, you find a cheesy rom com you were familiar with, thankfully the timing was perfect, seeing as the movie’s opening credits roll through. The quality was surprisingly good, you thought happily to yourself, but given that you were staying in such a high-end resort, you shouldn’t be surprised.  

You make yourself comfortable, mentally high fiving yourself for deciding to wear sweatpants and a t-shirt that morning, so you didn’t feel the need to change into your pajamas just yet.  

Bakugou hangs up on the phone with a gruff salutation, sitting on his own bed adjacent to yours and raises his eyebrows at your choice of movie.  

“This one? Really?” he asks, frowning slightly and you quirk up an eyebrow in return.  

“It was all I could find, plus I know you like this one. You have the book copy of it you nerd.” you smile teasingly.  

Bakugou’s ears turn red at the realization that you noticed his guilty pleasure of reading romance novels, chucking a pillow in your direction in retaliation.  

“So what? Movie’s shit.”he grumbles, turning to watch the male lead being introduced. “S’true for all of em. Books are way better.”

You sigh, disgruntled as the pillow hits you in the face and falls off your bed out of reach. You did really want to throw it back at him, but right now, you were just too lazy. 

“Stop being such a sourpuss.” you gripe, letting your arms dangle off the side of the bed as you lie on your stomach. “Obviously books are more accurate, but just try to enjoy a classic movie as if it were a standalone.” 

The blonde sighs, making himself comfortable on his bed without another word, vermillion eyes locking themselves on the screen, just as the female lead complains to her best friend that her crush won’t like her back. He knew it was a dumb movie, just by looking at the male lead’s interactions with her, it was clear he was in love with her. Were people always so dense when it came to a guy’s feelings? 

His eyes wander in your direction, watching you doze off , face half smushed against the edge of the bed. Sighing, he gets up, grumbling as he realizes his foot fell asleep, but works through the pain as he makes his way to your side, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV.  

He places the remote on the bedside table and lifts you gently, adjusting the pillows and rearranging the comforter to safely tuck you in. However you weren’t fully asleep, your eyes blinking blearily as you weakly protest.  

“No...not yet...” you mumble, frowning softly, and Bakugou resists the urge to smooth the cute crinkle between your furrowed eyebrows “Food’s going to waste...” 

The blonde chuckles quietly, eyes softening as he tucks a strand of of loose hair away from your face. “S’not a problem dummy, I didn’t order anything. Knew ya were gonna pull this shit. We'll eat a big breakfast tomorrow.”

You nod sleepily in agreement, as he turns away to get ready for bed himself, only to be stopped by the feeling on your hand loosely wrapped around his wrist. 

“Bakugou?” 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” 

His cheeks are tinted red, clearly flustered, not that you noticed, too tired to pick up on really anything. 

“I...”

“I love you too dumbass.”

[katsukikitten]

I stand by my head cannon that Bakugou would like Pretty Woman because his mom made him watch it growing up so he and Mitsuki always watch sappy love stories and rom coms they claim to hate together.

Even well into his pro hero years if a good plot line is out his mom will call and ask him to take her to the movies and he'll bitch and moan cause that's what he does but he never says no. He buys his mom's tickets and all the expensive ass popcorn but Mitsuki sneaks in chocolates and hot tamales, red hots, or even atomic fireball jaw breakers she knows her son loves.

When it's over and he's taking his mom home, they shit talk the movie and praise the parts they like. They laugh and tease before they're finally in front of his childhood home.

"Katsuki, promise me you'll try to fall in love," Her voice is soft before it's back to the feminine gruft hes used to, "preferably before I die."

"Yea yea! Old hag I fuckin hear ya, ya want grandbabies and shit." She swats at him through the window.

"No!! No! I just want yer dumb ass happy. Ya've got a big heart but ya don't allow yerself any joy outside of work. That's bad for ya!" Landing a smack on the back of his head, it doesn't hurt but he still feels the ghost of the sting. Only because of how often she did that growing up.

"You deserve the sappy love story shit too son. Don't forget it."

[bluemantics]

here’s a list of all my fics! i won’t be able to post and reblog much since I’m traveling the next week and a half, so I’ll compile all my works here in the meantime :-)

will also update this list as i write more!

klance:

midnight snacks don't exist in space

G | 1.7K | RP/BP dynamics

There are no rules about eating at 3:00 AM if you're in the far reaches of the universe.

In a bright kitchen while the team is asleep, Lance and Keith find each other, as they always do.

Why We Fight

T | 5.7K | truth-telling au

With the Rebels in need of resources, the team ventures to a planet known for its raw materials in hope that they'll join the coalition. Here's the thing: they need to prove that they can be trusted by telling the truth about why they fight.

Lance finds this more difficult to voice than the others. Unfortunately (thankfully), Keith has returned from the Blade and is more than willing to listen.

"This is bigger than any of us alone."

A Keith By Any Other Name

T | 8.2K | coffee shop rom-com AU

Lance McClain was dared to hit on Keith. Keith thought that’d be the first and last time they’d meet. However, Lance keeps coming back, charming Keith with his jokes and charisma.

Here’s the catch: Keith refuses to tell Lance his real name.

“I’m not telling you my name unless you order and move on.” Keith pointed to the register screen.

“Alright, I’ll do a cappuccino.” Lance pulled out his wallet from his jacket pocket and slid his card over to Keith. “Now will you tell me your name?”

“My name is Yorak.” Keith passed the card back to Lance, who looked shocked at that answer, his eyebrows raised to his hairline. Keith was beginning to realize how dramatic Lance could be.

“Really?!” Lance demanded. He looked pityingly at Keith, and irritation welled up in his gut.

“No!” Keith rolled his eyes.

“You’re the worst,” Lance huffed.

a billion light years from here

T | 8.5K | post-canon fix-it

Keith and Lance reconnect over letters. Through their writing, Keith learns to open up, and Lance learns what a home is.

"For all the game I talked on the castleship about missing home, now that I’m back on my family farm, I kind of feel like there’s something missing. Like, even surrounded by all of the juniberry flowers Allura gave us, and even with my parents, I still feel lonely. Or restless."

Or: A post s-8 fix-it AU told entirely through letters between Lance and Keith, both sent and unsent.

out of my head

G | 1.2K | high school au

Keith didn’t even want to watch the spring musical auditions. Forced by Pidge to accompany them, he finds himself surprised at the talent of a particular actor. He also finds himself surprised by his own response. 

OR:

Lance is ridiculously good at singing and Keith is a lovable, impulsive jock.

baptism by fire

T | 1.5K | canon-compliant angst

Prompt: write a private scene between two characters with no dialogue, of just them two alone.

Lance just witnessed the unthinkable. Keith offers his company in wake of the tragedy.

kiribaku:

unstoppably, immovably, unbreakably you

G | 651 | canon-compliant

A character study.

An unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

Katsuki Bakugou’s hand implodes against Eijirou Kirishima’s arm; a flurry of sparks surround them with a sound that rings between his skull.

This is something he knows how to do well. With every blow that Katsuki unleashes, he feels Kirishima retaliate with more, responding like a dance to his every movement. Katsuki is a fine-tuned instrument of destruction, every muscle on his body worked with the intention of winning.

as always please let me know what u think thru asks & comments on ao3!! ill answer asks between travel, but im going to frequently be in spotty service.

[kingkatsuki]

— when you have a blind date

Masterlist.

Your friends think its time you tried to settle down and they set you up on a blind date.

Warnings: implied angst, idiots in love.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.8k.

You’d slowly come to terms that you’d probably be the last one of your friends to find a partner. Everyone else seemed to be following the right paths in love, and you were still pining dreadfully for a man that didn’t like you back.

“Not settled down yet?”

The dreaded question always directed towards you, and you never had a clue how to answer. No matter what occasion— weddings, birthdays, baby showers, anniversaries. It was always directed at you without fail, eyes looking to the side of you like maybe this would be the event where you’d show up with someone. If you had a hundred yen for every time someone asked you the same dreaded question, you were certain you’d never need to work again. 

You’d become robotic in answering it too, recycling the same excuses about working overtime and trying to further your career, or dates not working out (when really you’d been at home with a pint of ice cream and another Zack Efron rom-com), but there was only so many times you’d be able to dodge that question before your friends would take it further. 

There were rarely questions about other aspects of your life, as though your worth was connected to whether you were seeing someone or not. The pity on your friends' faces whenever you’d pick out an excuse was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. 

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.”

But that wasn’t the worst part about being single. 

Being the single friend meant it always seemed to be you that had to endure being accosted by hopeful men trying their luck. Weddings where you’d already dodged the dreaded “When is it your turn then?” questions and sympathetic gazes when you’d explained your single— the classic “I’m sure you’ll find the right person soon” oozing with faux sincerity, followed by having to avoid half the groom's party offering to dance with you or buy you a drink from the bar. Even worse the best men that thought it was right of passage to sleep with the maid of honour. 

Bars where men would come up to the table and offer to buy you drinks, your friends immediately making it clear that they were taken but you were single— like a prized pig at the country fair. The awkward tension whenever a man wouldn’t take no for an answer when they offered to buy you a drink, even after you’d politely declined and then would proceed to think you owed them something for taking it. 

Not to mention the photographs plastered all over your social media of your friends getting married, moving in together and starting perfect little families. A constant reminder of how alone you really were, and you’d admit it would be nice to come home to someone each night. 

So here you were awake an hour earlier than you needed to be for work, preparing yourself for a date you didn’t even want to go on. A blind date. Your friends had found you the perfect match, in their words. A cute guy— a lawyer, they’d emphasised, as though the career gave credence to his propriety.

You tried to pick an outfit casual enough that you would be able to wear it at work and to the date after without having to get changed, picking a pretty dress paired with some simple low heels. It felt peculiar putting so much effort into your appearance when your heart wasn’t in it, but as your friends said– what have you got to lose?

You’d managed to make it into the office slightly earlier than usual thanks to your early alarm, dropping Bakugou’s coffee down in his office along with his morning paperwork before taking a seat behind your desk and opening your inbox.

“Mornin’” Bakugou grunted as he passed you fifteen minutes later, half-lidded vermillion eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual before stepping inside his office. 

Bakugou never was much of a morning person, especially before coffee. Even though he was always one of the first inside the building each day. One poor reporter found out the hard way when his old secretary organised an interview before his shift was due to start, he’d ended up taking the following three weeks off for stress. 

It was barely twenty minutes later when Bakugou emerged from his office, looking slightly more alert as he placed some forms down on your desk.

“I need these sent to Deku’s agency by this evening.”

“Oh, are these the figures he asked for?” You opened the file to check the first page to see whether it was the paperwork that Midoriya had been expecting from Bakugou. He was always kind and patient on the phone, especially with you, but even you could tell he was getting annoyed at how long it was taking Bakugou to send them to him. You were certain it was Bakugou’s petty way of trying to wind him up, like they were still playful kids in the playground because Bakugou was never late with his paperwork.

“Yeah, he’s been buggin’ me for a week now,” Bakugou scoffed, “Told him he’d get ‘em.”

“I’ll send them right now.” You smiled, standing up from your desk as you collected them in your hands.

“You look nice.” Bakugou murmured, eyes flickering over your form.

“Thanks,” You replied shyly, the corner of your lip curling into a small smile. 

“Not that you don’t always look nice, I just meant you— that dress— fuck.” He cleared his throat, cheeks tinged bright pink, “Sorry. You just look real pretty.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment as you tried to calm your fluttering heart tickling your ribcage, making your way to the copy room to scan the files across to Deku’s agency but you were unable to hide the wide smile on your face.

The rest of your shift was uneventful, right until you were due to finish. You’d managed to get stuck on the telephone with the head of hero relations at the commission, trying to gather information on Dynamight’s last mission. Information that was usually sent across in a huge report when he made it back to the office, but of course men in suits did not have time to look through a report when they could get someone else to do it for them. Which led to you answering each question by using information on the same report you’d submitted to them, which then led to you finishing your shift late. 

Slamming the phone down as you moved to set your out of office for the weekend, trying to get out of the agency as fast as you could. It wasn’t that you were worried about looking bad to your blind date for being late, but you didn’t want your friends to think you hadn’t made the effort when you had. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you knocked on the door to Dynamight’s office. Popping your head around the corner to let him know that you were leaving, as you noticed him sat behind his desk with his glasses on as he looked up from his laptop.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” Bakugou called out as you moved to shut the door, “Wait— are you in a rush?” 

“Not really,” You lied, “What do you need?” 

“Are you going out tonight?” Bakugou was a perceptive man, he could tell from the slight difference to your appearance that something was happening. He wondered if maybe it was a friends birthday. 

“Yeah, it’s stupid really,” You didn’t even like admitting it to your boss, and it totally wasn’t because you were head over heels for him, “My friends set me up on this blind date, and I was supposed to meet him twenty minutes ago.”

“Oh, you’re late.” Bakugou muttered. 

“Yeah, but I’m not even sure I want to go.” You shrugged. 

“No, you should go.” He shoved his hands in his pockets so you couldn’t see his fingers curl into fists, his blunt nails digging against calloused skin. 

“I can always come up with something, it’s not a big deal—“ You’d assumed your boss was going to ask you to stay late with him again, like he usually did when someone at the agency had made a mistake that he needed to fix. 

“Seriously, go.” He came towards you, his arm reaching out to open his office door as he ushered you out. 

The intoxicating scent of his quirk mixed with his cologne invaded your senses as he walked you towards the elevator on his floor, leaning forward to push the button for you. 

Part of you felt disappointed that he’d pushed you to go, hoping deep down that he’d be happy you weren’t going on a date with another guy. That maybe, just maybe, he’d ask you on a date himself. 

But of course that was just a fantasy, the perfect little fairytale you liked to conjure up in your mind to try and cope with how desperately your heart yearned for him. 

“Really, I don’t mind staying if that’s what you were going to ask—”

“It ain’t. But it don’t matter, it wasn’t important.” 

“Oh, okay.” You nodded slightly. 

“Oh, and don’t worry, sweetheart.” He smiled, watching as the elevator doors dinged open, “You look beautiful. That fucker is lucky to have you.” 

You stepped into the elevator as you turned to face him, a soft smile on your face as your heart sped up from his words. 

“Thanks, Dynamight.”

The doors slammed shut before he had a chance to correct you, running his palm down his tired face as he felt that familiar ache begin to throb in his chest. 

The question Bakugou had been planning to ask you all week now sat at the forefront of his mind, taunting him vindictively as he fought the urge to throw his phone across the room when he looked down at Kirishima's messages.

The annual Hero Gala was fast approaching, and in all his years from sidekick to owning his own agency, Bakugou had never once been bothered about going. The theatrics of it completely lost on him, distracting from his focus of becoming number one. And knowing that any awards would be packaged and hand delivered to his agency the next morning with or without his attendance solidified the fact he did not need to attend (despite numerous pleas from his PR team). All of his appearances at the Gala's had been forced, until now.

This year felt different, he wanted to go— and he wanted to go with you. Picturing the pretty dress you'd wear, and being able to spend the entire evening with you away from this building— just like a real date.

But he'd fucked up. He waited too long to tell you that he liked you, and now he'd lost you forever. This guy would probably be your perfect match and now he'd have to watch you hopelessly in love with a man who isn't him.

Opening the new notification from Kirishima on his phone as he text back. 

Kirishima[5.58PM]: Hey man, so did you ask her? What did she say?

Kirishima[5.59PM]: She said yes right?

Kirishima[5.59PM]: C’mon man, please tell me that you asked her? 

Kirishima[6.01PM]: You said you’d ask today, man.

Bakugou[6.43PM]: She’s going on a date tonight. 

Kirishima[6.44PM]: Wait, what?!

Kirishima[6.44PM]: With you? 

Bakugou[6.45PM]: No.

[zouofzouey]

Horror Movie with the Boyfriend | Bakugou Katsuki x GN! Reader

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This was supposed to be more Halloween themed, but other than a few mentions it doesn't really count.

But hey, cracked this out in like two hours.

Not proofread, but it shouldn't be too bad.

TW: Slightly suggestive at the end

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"It's not that bad."

"Yes it is!" Y/n slapped his shoulder, "I'm gonna have a heart attack!"

Bakugou let out a deep sigh, "You're such a baby."

"Yeah, yeah... let's just choose a different movie."

"No."

"Yes."

Both e/c and crimson eyes locked, with a quick glance to the remote and back, they clambered over each other trying to get it.

Y/n leaned to grab it, but Bakugou snatched it faster.

"Give it!" The h/c haired student rose to their feet, barely touching the remote.

"No way! We're not watching one of your stupid romance movies again!"

"Katsuki." They did a small jump to make a fast grab, but the blond simply lifted it higher over his head.

"C'mon! I don't want to shit myself!"

"It's Halloween, you have to watch horror."

"Says who!?"

"Me, dipshit."

After another hop or two, Y/n still didn't have the remote, "Tsuki!"

"Don't 'Tsuki' me! I'm not watching your stupid rom-coms!"

"Pleeeeaaaassseeee..."

"No."

Y/n wrapped their arms around his waist and planted their chin in the center of his chest.

"C'mon... please?"

A faint red spread over his face, Y/n could feel his heart rate pick up a bit.

"Don't fucking trick me, I'm not watching it." His lips twitched a smidgen, almost going into a snarl, "Don't think that your little charms will work on me, dipshit."

A wide grin stretched out on Y/n's face, "Then why's your face so red?"

He turned his head away, "That's beside the point."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah-- SHIT!" The speedy vault caused him to tip over. His back hit the fluffy couch beneath the pair.

Y/n landed on top of his chest, they appropriated the remote and switch the horror movie off and turned the channel to the romance variety.

"Fuck you."

"We can do that later."

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[ms-fandomgirl]

BBHG: Oyakodon with Spicy Sauce (Ch. 3)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Words: 4,280

Summary: A chance encounter in the Shibuya Train Station leaves you with a sore shoulder and a mysterious bento box. You’re willing to write the incident off and move on, otherwise preoccupied with navigating a new city and a new job, but a bombastic blond, meddling friend, and fate itself seem to have other plans.

Genre: Pro Hero AU, fluff, strangers to lovers, medical setting

Links: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter | Masterlist | Cross-posted on Ao3!

Oyakodon - a donburi (rice bowl) dish where chicken, egg, scallion, and other ingredients are simmered together in a sweet and salty broth, served over a large bowl of rice. Oyakodon is a popular comfort food in Japan.

You were going to kill him. You were going to take your homemade bowl of oyakodon which you had so painstakingly prepared and dump it all over his smug face. When you saw him next, you weren’t going to hold back. That is, if you ever saw him next.

You were leaning against the wall of the train station, arms crossed and most likely scaring off anyone within a five-foot radius. Your knuckles were white with rage from clutching the bento you had prepared that morning, your one morning off. You could have been tucked into your warm bed, dreaming sweet thoughts about anything other than the asshole who was extremely late.

You pushed yourself off of the wall, making your way back up the stairs of the station. You had arrived fifteen minutes earlier than usual, since he always seemed to be here before you. Watching the trains come and go, you counted down the minutes until it was ten minutes after your usual stop. Then twenty. Then thirty. You normally tried to give people the benefit of the doubt, but by now, your brain had completely run dry of excuses.

The good-smelling asshole wasn’t coming, and you were a complete and utter fool.

You pulled out your phone as you walked. Opening Hina’s contact, you began to tell her about the unfortunate conclusion to your “meet-cute” and to berate her for filling your head with rom-com scenarios that would never actually happen. As you sent the message, a notification chimed which made you stop in your tracks.

Come to the hospital now. It’s an all-staff emergency. -Gia

How Gia got your number, you had no idea. It must have been on file, or maybe she bullied it out of Hina. Either way, the message made your skin crawl, a cold chill creeping down your spine. You had no clue what could constitute such an ominous and urgent text, but you would find out soon enough.

As you waited for the next train, you began to see signs that something was indeed off. The train station was as busy as ever, but instead of people getting on to the trains, you noticed that the majority of people were leaving the station as quickly as they could. Looking left and right, only ten other people were waiting for your train to the central downtown and medical area. Usually, the queues would extend ten or twelve people deep, not total. The train pulled into the station, its doors opening to let a flurry of passengers out but then promptly closing before you could get on. The sound of soft chimes echoed through the train station, and a pit formed in your stomach as you heard a cheery voice through the speakers.

“Announcement: We regret to inform all passengers that the Yamanote train line is delayed until further notice due to villainous activity. Estimated time of departure is unknown.”

Groans and unhappy muttering erupted around you, and you tried your best to not scream in frustration. As if your day couldn’t get any worse. Jogging out of the train station, you were at least fortunate enough to find a taxi after only five minutes of waiting. The diver was an elderly man with a soft voice, who openly balked when you told him your destination.

“Are you sure you want to go that way, miss?” he questioned. “The whole area is blocked off right now due to the attack this morning. They’re not letting anyone in.”

You sighed, pulling out your nurse’s badge from your pocket. “I work at the Tokyo Central Hospital and was just called in. If I’m on duty because of the attack, then they should let me through.”

The man nodded in agreement before pulling out onto the road. “Normally, the trip is about twenty-five minutes, but with the traffic and blockades, I’m not sure how long it will take.”

“That’s okay,” you said, leaning against the door. “I’ve had a morning of waiting.”

Pulling out your phone, you tried to find more information on the most recent events. The search proved easy, with an attack on a public parade hosting the top heroes being the only topic reported on.

“So a hero parade got attacked?” you muttered, more to yourself than the driver. However, the man heard your question, glancing back at you in the rear-view mirror.

“From what I heard, it was by a whole group of villains! I don’t know the specifics, but apparently one of them had a super powerful quirk that knocked out two of the top ten heroes there instantly. The other villains participating in the attack got captured, but the powerful one still remains at large.”

The driver shook his head. “To think what the world has come to. Every day, I hear of more and more villainous activity. Maybe it’s time for me to retire.”

You hummed in agreement, the car falling into a comfortable silence as glass storefronts and busy pedestrians passed by in a blur. You tried to reason that walking into such a dangerous area was simply part of the job. If you had chosen paramedics over pediatrics as your profession, you would have been in a lot more danger on a regular basis. Nonetheless, your stomach became uneasy at the thought of walking the streets so close to the incident with someone still at large.  Whoever these villains were that attacked the parade were either incredibly stupid or incredibly brave, probably a hefty mixture of both. And the fact that one of them managed to incapacitate two top ten heroes on spot - you weren’t very familiar with the hero charts or rankings, but you knew anyone in the top twenty could kick some serious ass. After all, Suneater was number twelve, and from the shaky live footage that Hina had shown you, he looked terrifying to oppose when he was focused and fighting.

Eventually, the car slowed, pulling over to the curb. You were still about two blocks away from the hospital, but bright orange barricades and police cars prevented any further travel.

“I’m afraid this is as far as I can go, miss,” the driver said.

He bowed his head in a slight apology, but you waved it off. “Don’t worry about it. We knew I wouldn’t have been able to make it all the way to the hospital by car anyway. Thank you for your help!”

You paid the man, hopping out of the car and walking up to the barricade with all of the confidence you could muster. As expected, the policemen on duty immediately stopped you from progressing. However, with a quick word and a flash of your badge, you found yourself being officially escorted to the hospital.

Things were in utter chaos when you arrived. Worried families crowded the waiting rooms of the ICU: Quirk-Related Injury floor, and you were happy to slip into the back away from all of the noise. Throwing on your pair of emergency scrubs that you kept in the back of your locker, you were heading toward the nurse’s station to receive instructions when you quite literally ran into Dr. Hayashi.

His normally pristine white coat was crumpled, and his hair looked tousled, as though he had run his hands through it one too many times. Despite this, he still gave you a kind smile, reaching out to steady you. “Just who I was looking for! Thank you for coming in on such short notice. As you can see, that attack on the parade created an ‘all-hands-on-deck’ situation.”

He turned on heel, gesturing you to follow him down the hallway and toward the patient rooms. “Normally in these events, the villains only target the heroes, and civilian injuries can be kept to a minimum. However, this group appeared to do the opposite: targeting the citizens with their quirks in a quick attack while using only one person to subdue the heroes. That’s why we have so many people in our unit right now and why having you here to help us is so vital.”

He took you down two long hallways leading farther and farther away from the main rooms, stopping in front of a set of large double doors. Swiping his access card, he gave you an encouraging nod as he ushered you in, seeing your reluctance.  You had never been in this wing of the hospital before, as it was for critical emergencies or high-profile individuals. On your introductory tour, it was firmly impressed upon you that you would most likely never have the chance to enter the area, either.

“I know this deviates from your program requirements which specify general care, but you have demonstrated a high level of professionalism and competence with us thus far, and I hope will be up to the challenge.” Dr. Hiyashi led you over to door 3307, pushing it open for you to enter. 

The inside of the space reminded you more of a luxury hotel room than a hospital. The room was large, with honey-colored hardwood floors and modern floor-to-ceiling windows illuminating the room in a soft natural light. A light grey leather couch sat against the center of the windows, surrounded by two matching leather recliners.  Between them was a sleek coffee table, with a plethora of magazines and a small vase of flowers artfully arranged on top. On either side of the sitting area, a hospital bed was set up, along with a folding screen to offer privacy.

Taking the charts offered to you by Dr. Hiyashi, your breath stuttered as you read the name of the patient on the right. You took a closer look, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. He looked different, with his sunglasses nowhere to be seen and his resting face serene, but even then, it was easy to recognize the black lightning bolt contrasted against his golden hair. You were being assigned one of the top ten heroes: Chargebolt.

You felt honored, thrilled even, to be given such a large opportunity. Yet at the same time, uncertainty clawed its way into your chest, dragging down your thoughts. You were still in your rotationals. Why had you been chosen over a senior nurse like Gia, or someone who had been here longer? What if you overlooked something, or messed something up? This was a hero who had saved countless lives. If you put his life in jeopardy by making a mistake, could you technically be arrested for villainy?

“Hina has been assigned to care for the other hero here, Red Riot,” Dr. Hiyashi said, interrupting your spiraling thoughts. “You both will continue to care for your regular patients and perform your other duties, but we thought it best that we assign a nurse to each of these high-level patients. While the decision might have been made quickly, you can be assured that we did not choose the assignments lightly. We truly believe you are more than capable of monitoring these patients with diligence.”

You bent into a low bow. “Thank you for the opportunity, Dr. Hiyashi. I promise to extend the greatest care possible to Chargebolt while he is here.”

Dr. Hiyashi smiled widely at your consent. “I’ll leave you here then, to get acquainted with the charts and situation. Your badge should be programmed to have access to this wing of the hospital now, so you can return whenever you wish.”

You bowed to the doctor once again in thanks, fingers brushing your badge as he left. Laughing under your breath, you shook your head. They must have had a lot of confidence you would accept.

Rounding the bed, you took note of his vitals and other readings to ensure they were stable- they were - and then began to read over the notes in the chart provided to you. The quirk that hit them was still largely unknown, but between Dr. Hiyashi and the medics on sight, they were able to piece together some vital information. Most importantly, this quirk was toxic. A small puncture wound on both Chargebolt and Red Riot suggested how the toxin was able to enter their bodies, making them immobile and comatose in a matter of seconds. While the effects of such poison were unknown, the two heroes were at least stable, and they were now to be carefully be kept under surveillance. 

You double-checked the monitors before carefully laying the back of your palm against Chargebolt’s forehead. It was warmer than usual, indicating a fever, but nothing that caused alarm. You were about to investigate the puncture mark on his neck when the door to the room was thrown open, causing you to jump back in alarm. There stood Hina, chest heaving as she leaned on the door for support.

“We need you in the visitor waiting room, ASAP,” she gasped. 

Your eyes widened, and you quickly followed her out of the room.

While you had been called upon to use your quirk before, it was always as a last resort. Your mind raced as you tried to conjure up what could possibly cause such a huge commotion that Hina needed to sprint to find you. Sure, there were many civilian injuries, but thankfully, no casualties, and most worried families were at least willing to cooperate and not cause a scene.

The doors to the waiting room came within your sight, and you activated your quirk preemptively, mentally preparing yourself for whatever chaos laid behind them. However, as you entered the room, you froze, all preparation out of the window and your mind going blank. His back was turned away from you right now, as he was angrily making demands to some poor nurse in front of him, but at this point, you would have recognized those broad shoulders and ash blond hair anywhere. It was your bento box stranger. It was the annoying asshole. He turned upon hearing your arrival, and you realized with absolute horror that he was also Number 2 Pro-Hero Dynamight.

To his credit, he looked as surprised to see you as you were to see him. His eyebrows rose in confusion, and he tilted his head slightly to the side. “Bento box girl? What the hell?”

Your thoughts echoed his exactly, but you at least had the good sense to retain some form of professionalism. “Pro-hero Dynamight, when I was called here on emergency, I certainly wasn’t expecting to see you.” 

A small scoff escaped his lips as he waved his hand in dismissal. “Cut the formalities. Call me Bakugou. Now, can you tell me how Eijiro and Denki are doing, or will I have to question every nurse on this damn floor for some answers?”

“That won’t be necessary,” you responded, stepping closer to him. You watched as his shoulders loosened, his stance slowly relaxing like an unwinding coil until he was leaning back on the heels of his feet, hands lax at his side.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked. His voice had lowered in volume, but his eyes were still burning with guarded curiosity.

You held your hands up in an appeasing gesture. “It’s just my quirk. It’s called Tranquil. I can emit a calming aura that affects anyone within a five-foot radius of me. Before I was called in here to use it, I was actually just tending to Pro-Heroes Red Riot and Chargebolt, who I assume you are here to see. They are comatose, but stable. They’re in the special care wing right now, but if you show me a valid form of ID, I can allow you to visit them if you can manage to contain yourself.”

Your tone became stern at the end of your small rant, yet he didn’t back down from your challenge. Instead, a small grin broke across his face, completely unrepentant about his earlier outburst as he fished out his hero license from his pocket. He brandished it to you proudly.

“Just in case you need a reminder of who you’re talking to.”

You sighed but didn’t argue, slipping back into your professional persona as you motioned him to follow you through the doors of the visitor area and down the winding hallways towards the special unit. The walk there was in silence, but not contention. From the glances you sneaked of him, he appeared to be lost in thought as he followed behind you like a sleepwalker. For all his gusto, he must have been extremely worried about his friends, and you almost felt sorry for him. Then you thought of his cocky face and demanding attitude, and you banished the idea from your mind immediately. You might not know a lot about him, but he definitely didn’t seem like someone who wanted your pity.

At last, you arrived at the door, holding it open for him to enter. He did so with his head held high, but his expression was troubled, lips pressed into a firm line. He walked over to Red Riot’s bed first, looking at the oxygen mask wrapped around his face and the monitor screens, flashing data and emitting a steady beeping to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He squinted as though he could understand it, and you wondered if he could. Most heroes knew basic first aid and medical care, and this guy seemed like he could be incredibly driven if he wanted to learn more. He moved over to Chargebolt, doing the same body scan before turning to you. 

“And they’re okay?”

You nodded, and he let out a deep sigh of relief. He collapsed on the couch, throwing his head back onto the backrest and covering his eyes with the crook of his arm. The silence stretched on. Bakugou, planted firmly on the couch, and you, hovering around the entrance of the doorway unsure of what to do next.

“What about you?” you settled on asking.

The question had been plaguing your mind ever since you put two and two together. The reason why he didn’t show up in the train station this morning. The danger of the villain attack. The bodies of his friends comatose on either side of him. You’re not sure whether you meant the question in a physical way only or something more, but he chose to interpret it as the former.

“The medics on site checked me over. I didn’t even have a scratch.”

He motioned over to Red Riot’s side of the room, brows furrowed. “This idiot was the first one to get hit by that bastard’s quirk, most likely targeted because his quirk wasn’t active at the time. If it was, the villain wouldn’t have stood a chance at getting through it.”

“And this idiot-” he continued, motioning to Chargebolt, “saw what happened and shoved me out of the way before I could get scratched as well. The fool could have used his quirk to taze the guy or set up an electric force field around the area to segregate him off, but no. His first move was to save me. And look how that worked out for him.”

He sounded annoyed at him, like he was nothing more than a bother, but the fact that he was here in his hospital room after causing such a scene and refusing to leave proved otherwise.

“I’d say it worked out well, then.” Bakugou gave you an incredulous look, so you continued to explain. “If his goal was to save you, then he did exactly that, seeing as you’re sitting on that couch unscathed.”

You thought your logic was sound, but Bakugou groaned in frustration. “But he was wrong! His first goal should always be to apprehend the villain and minimize the collateral. I could have handled myself.”

He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and staring at the floor. You approached him with caution, but he remained stubbornly still. “I’m sure he knew better than most that you could have handled yourself, but that’s what happens when you care about someone, you know?”

He still didn’t look at you, so you took a seat beside him on the couch. “And I happen to know a thing about caring. It’s quite literally my job, after all.”

At this, he let out a wry chuckle, glancing at you from the side. You smiled back, getting to take in the full intensity of his carmine eyes as you met his gaze. He was the first to concede, rolling his shoulders as he sighed.

“Are you using your quirk on me?”

You were pretty sure he was just joking, but an undertone of sincerity in his voice prompted you to answer seriously. “No, I stopped whenever you showed me your ID.”

He grunted in approval, and silence swept over you both once again. However, it wasn’t like last time, when the silence was charged with a certain tension of unspoken worry. This silence was different, born of a tentative camaraderie between two people who shared the same hopes and concerns.

The low buzz of your pager broke the peace, causing you to give him an apologetic grin. “Sorry, I think I’m needed in the main unit. I can come back to check over everything again once I’ve made my rounds.”

Bakugou nodded, waving his hand in a shooing motion. “Not like I’ll be going anywhere.”

With that dismissal, you quickly exited the room and made your way to your main wing of the hospital. After having a taste of serenity and quiet, the rushing nurses and frantic voices were a bit jarring, making you wish you were back in room 3307 with a certain snarky blond. You had been assigned a couple of new patients as a result of the attack, but considerably less than what you would have been given if you weren’t caring for Chargebolt.

By the time the dust had settled and you had completed your rounds, several hours had passed. Your feet were screaming at you to sit down, and you all but passed out the second you made it to the break room, the hard plastic chairs feeling like heaven. You had about twenty minutes to spare, and you were highly considering taking a quick power nap on the table when your stomach growled loudly, reminding you of yet another problem. Since you hadn’t planned to start your shift until the afternoon, you were originally going to get lunch beforehand. However, like everything else, things had not gone according to plan, and now you were left with the unappealing choices of a vending machine meal or a quick run to a convince store.

And that’s when you remembered it: the bento of oyakodon tantalizingly waiting in your locker. You practically started salivating right there at the thought. After the day you had, a bowl of nice comforting oyakodon with spicy sauce sounded like the perfect pick-me-up, and so much better than what the vending machines here could offer. You moved on instinct, opening your locker before you had even realized you were headed its direction. You reached in, pulling out the pastel orange bento in triumph.

You were about to head back to the break room when a small, nagging thought wriggled its way into your mind. A small thought in the shape of one good-smelling asshole who most certainly had a worse day than you. You sighed, hating yourself for being a good person with empathy, and instead turned toward the special wing of the ICU.

When you arrived, you knocked on the door, softly calling out a greeting. Silence answered you in return. A slight wave of disappointment passed through you at the thought that Bakugou had left, but you brushed it off, pushing open the door regardless. You needed to check on Chargebolt anyway. However, the sight before you made you stop in your tracks.

The world was incredibly unfair. Bakugou laid on the couch, legs outstretched and arms pillowing his head as he slept. He was the perfect muse illuminated by a golden halo of light, a figure that could have inspired countless artworks in the renaissance, a marble sculpture come to life, dozing in a hospital room in Tokyo. He looked younger like this, with no scowl marring his face and perfectly at peace.

You approached as quietly as you could, not wanting to disturb him and break the scene in front of you. Placing the bento box on the table, you hastily retreated, checking over Chargebolt’s vitals before leaving the room once again.

As you finished out the rest of your shift in the main area of the ICU, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander in the small handful of minutes you had to yourself. You wondered if Bakugou liked the bento, or if he even ate it. You wondered if he would continue your game of exchanging bentos back and forth, or if your oyakodon was the final offering. You wondered how often he would come back. Most of all, you wondered what would happen next.

At last, you reached the final round of check-ups for the day before heading home. When you finally reached Chargebolt’s room, the last on your list for both practical and entirely selfish purposes, you took a deep breath before opening the door in anticipation. The room was devoid of any explosive personalities, but you also noticed with a smile that there was no bento box in sight.

A/N: Chapter 3 is a big one, but it's finally here! The plot finally begins to thicken. It ended up being a lot longer than I expected it to be, which in turn also put me a bit behind in my writing schedule. In addition, chapter 4 is turning out longer as well. With that being said, and also with Thanksgiving coming up, I'm making the tentative post date of chapter 4 to be the weekend of Thanksgiving instead of the exact Friday after. I will also be travelling during this time, so that makes things tough. Sorry about things in advance if I do post a day or two late, but thanks for the understanding!

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[lennons-lemonade]

Class 1-A Headcanons! (part three)

I’m mainly going to be focusing on appearances and sexuality, as that is depicted in the images I edited.

Continuing with characters I headcanon as masc identifying (trans & cis guys). If any of your faves are not present please check part one & part two!

Included in this part: Tenya Iida, Mashirao Ojirou, Eijirou Kirishima, Rikidou Satou, Katsuki Bakugou, & Izuku Midoriya

Tenya Iida (he/him)

Tenya Iida is a bicurious asexual. He previously had a crush on Ochako Uraraka, but thinks he may be interested in Sero Hanta.

He often gets muscle cramps in his legs and has had panic attacks before, but is working to mitigate both.

He enjoys orange juice, action movies, and history. He reads text books for fun, but can also be found in the common room spending time with his peers or running around UA.

Mashirao Ojirou (he/him)

Ojirou is transmasculine and heterosexual. He is dating Tooru Hagakure.

He is very bottom heavy due to his quirk, but other than that is relatively unhindered in his everyday life.

He enjoys martial arts, gardening, and rom-coms. He can be found in UA's gym training with any number of his classmates or on his monthly date with his girlfriend.

Eijirou Kirishima (he/him)

Kirishima is transmasculine and gay. He is dating Katsuki Bakugou. He is also considering using neopronouns, but not quite certain yet.

He suffered greatly with depression in middle school, but has gotten better with therapy. He is slightly dyslexic and has ADHD. Later in life he will develop joint problems due to his quirk, but he's doing pretty well as of right now.

He enjoys swimming, weight training, and punk music & fashion. His like of swimming comes from his mom's DNA, which means he's often in the pool with Tsuyu Asui. However, he is often in the gym with his peers, sparring or otherwise working out. He, Tokoyami Fumikage, & Kyouka Jirou are a part of fake club they call the emo/goth/punk alliance, which meets monthly.

Rikidou Satou (he/him)

Rikidou is the only cisgender heterosexual in class 1A. He is not currently interested in dating anyone in his class, but there's a really cute girl at a cafe he frequents that he's recently taken note of.

He has high blood sugar due to his quirk's need for sugar and as a result gets frequent headaches and is very tired. He also has acne.

He enjoys fitness, meal planning, baking, and stand-up comedy. He's often in the kitchen, cooking or baking for himself or the class. He usually will watch a comedy routine on a streaming service while his food bakes.

Katsuki Bakugou (he/rose/blast)

Katsuki is agender and achillean. He is dating Eijirou Kirishima.

Rose is hard of hearing and slowly going deaf from his explosions. He also gets acne & rashes due to his quirk, as having nitroglycerin on his skin all day isn't the best for it.

Blast enjoys cooking, sparring, playing the drums, and punk music. He is often in the kitchen around dinner time, but otherwise is in his or Eijirou Kirishima's bedroom working or reading. Rose also plays rose's drums at least twice a week.

Izuku Midoriya (he/they/rose/petal/blast)

Izuku is omnisexual, polyamorous and identifies with the term rosboy (which is roughly, a feminine guy). He is dating Shouto Todoroki and Ochako Uraraka. Additionally, they are metamours with Tsuyu Asui and Momo Yaoyorozu.

Rose has early onset arthritis, especially in rose's fingers due to rose's quirk.

Petal enjoys gardening, working out, note taking, and volunteer work. Blast is often out of the dorms at the local animal shelter or elementary schools, assisting with whatever blast can. However, he usually in the gym or his bedroom when he is home, training, taking notes or watching old hero flics.

[knuckles8864]

My Hero Academia - Valentine's Day with Some Class 1-A Characters

Mina Ashido - I feel she'd take you out to the arcade, or somewhere that's fun and energetic, like her! But, being human, and knowing that you'd could have less energy than her, afterwards she'd order takeout, and have a nice cuddle session with you underneath a warm blanket.

Momo Yaoyorozu - I feel she'd want a quiet day with you, sipping some of both of your favorite tea, maybe watch some rom-coms with you. Her gift to you would be some jewelry, and a ring/necklace would have a special engraving to you, something like: "Our love is something special, and we created together! Y/N x Momo/Creati <3"

Kyoka Jirou - She would be secretive of your actual gift for months, saying it's a big surprise. When the day finally comes, she'd grab a microphone, and sing you a beautiful song that highlights all the wonderful things about you, and how much she loves you for being you.

Ejiiro Kirishima - Now, he'll take you on a fun day at the amusement park. He's taken extra notice on what kind of rides you want to go on, and if he wants to go on one, and he's not sure if you'd enjoy it, he'll ask you first (he swears, he'll protect you from whatever comes your way, his shield is here for you!). For the night, there's an announcement that fireworks will light the sky soon, and he asks you if you'd want to kiss him to end this perfect night. He's over the moon when you say yes.

Mashirao Ojiro - He's worked hard, possibly extra hours for the two of you to have a wonderful date together, like an expensive restaurant and something you've been dying to go to. He just wants the day to be perfect, since he could be a bit insecure about being ordinary (he doesn't show you, but you have a sixth sense on when he's like this, the poor soul). When you reassure him he's always special to him, and whatever the two of you do together, his contribution and his love is absolutely enough, and that he is the best thing that's ever happened to you, his eyes light up, his smile widens, and his tail wags. He hugs you with arms and tail.

Katsuki Bakugou - At first, he'd pretend it wasn't Valentine's Day, since he's still got a reputation to uphold of being the toughest of the tough. However, he does send you a text message to meet later at his place. When you come in, he's prepared an big dinner and a nice bubble bath. You're surprised, and he's like "Tch! As if I'd forget about you. You think I'm that mean?", and he hands a whole set of "Love coupons", allowing the two of you to do whatever "lovey dovey" thing you want, no arguments. He'd never admit it, but he does love spending time with you on this special day.

[lou-struck]

Tiles, Towers, and Teleportation

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Prompt: 💣🐩+game night

~ Bakugou finds it hard to concentrate during game night thanks to a surprise visitor and their uncontrollable quirk.

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression's Event; check out the masterlist On my welcome page.

 A Huge, Huge Thank You to @pikatsum For Brainstorming This With Me!

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Your nights with Bakugou provide the both of you the comfort that the two of you desperately need after the stresses of everyday life. Whether the two of you are curled up on the couch watching some sort of cheesy rom-com or battling it out in a game of Street Racer. The two of you can recharge your batteries in the best way. 

Tonight is one of those nights when you open up your entertainment closet and look at the seemingly endless amount of options in front of you. It's still too early in the evening to settle down with a movie, so you turn your attention to the shelves full of board games to your right. The rows of multi-colored boxes and tubes are each vying for your attention.

"Which one should we play tonight?" you hum, stepping to the side just a bit so your boyfriend can see the options. 

You see him fighting the smirk as his crimson gaze lands on one of the boxes on the top shelf. "I dunno, Monopoly?" Your eyes fall upon the slightly charred box of Monopoly. A bit of dust lays on the top layer from months of use. 

Yeah, right," you laugh, "You know we can't play Monopoly together, not after what happened last time." You gesture to the charred corner of the box to prove your point. 

He shrugs, a defensive look in his crimson eyes. "The only reason that happened was because you were cheating. There is no way you could buy all four railroads so quickly." 

That was not what happened, and he knows it. When it comes to board games, your boyfriend gets a bit too competitive; sometimes, when he gets too caught up in the game, his quirk accidentally activates, destroying the unfortunate game pieces he was holding. 

"Okay, how about Jenga?" you ask, changing the topic and taking 

"We can play whatever you want; just be ready to lose," he smirks cockily, clearing a few things off of the coffee table so you can set it up over there.

With the playing space clear of unnecessary debris, you turn the box of wooden blocks upside down, letting the dozens of Jenga tiles clang against each other and onto the table. The sound, while unpleasant, fills your heart with nostalgia, and you are determined to best your blast boyfriend in this board game.

 "Bring it on."

-

Tower has been built, and all pieces are (remarkably) accounted for. Since your boyfriend had taken it upon himself to build the whole tower, the rule states that he goes first.

His crimson gaze scans the little wooden tower, trying to figure out which block to take first. His competitive nature takes hold of him and is no doubt trying to lay some clever trap for you.

You see the way he holds his breath as he pokes a tile in the center of the tower, just low enough down to be risky.

"you're so serious, aren't you, Suki." You tease, hoping to break his concentration.

"If you think m' gonna let you win, you've got another thing coming," he says determinedly, pulling the block out with a steady hand and placing it back at the top of the tower.

You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you reach for a block of your own, knowing that you're reckless strategy will end up irritating the blond. But just as you free the Second block, your concentration is broken by a muffled thud coming from outside the back door. "What was that noise?" you ask, setting the block down on the table. "It sounded like it hit the back door."

"Could've been one of those damn sparrows again." he says, getting to his feet, "they keep running into that glass door."

Worried about a possibly stunned bird on your back porch, you rush past him and into the kitchen, but as you approach the sliding glass door, you see a familiar face staring back at you.

Pepper, your next-door neighbor's adorable black and white Pitbull, greets you with a few happy barks and a furious wag of his tail when his hazel eyes meet your own.

'Pepper," you squeal, quickly stepping outside the back door and crouching down to greet the happy pup, "What brings you here?"

As you scratch the sleek fur behind his floppy ears, he gives you an enthusiastic little bark. His adorable response does not help you, so you shoot his owners a friendly text message asking if they have been looking for Pepper. 

"Oi, what's that damn mutt doing here?" your boyfriend asks, coming around the corner and glaring down at Pepper's unsuspecting face. 

Your phone rings with a call from one of the Neighbors. “Y/n, hi…Thank you for finding Pepper. He must've broken the door of his Kennel and ran outside. We are still a few hours away, but we will try and get home as soon as possible."

Feeling concerned about what would happen if you were to just leave the poor dog alone until then, you shoot an apologetic glance to your boyfriend. There is no need to rush home right away. We'd be more than happy to look after Pepper until you get home, I'd hate to leave him all alone right now, and he is such a sweet pup."

Ignoring the look of confusion from your boyfriend, you wait for a response on the other end of the line and step into the other room to have a bit more privacy.

"That would be amazing. Would you really look after him for a few more hours?" The relief is evident in their voice.

"I would love to," you chirp into the speaker. "Is there anything I should know?

They pause a suspiciously long time before answering. "Yea… You should know just a small thing about Pepper; it's his quirk."

"His Quirk?" you repeat; while animals have quirks, they usually are not anything too serious. And extra toe, multi-colored poop, excessive shedding. But some animals end up with a superpower of their own. 

"Yes, Pepper has a kind of teleportation quirk," they say nervously through the line. "It's harmless; when he sneezes, he teleports a foot or two away; he has no control over it, and he cannot go through walls or solid objects, but it can be surprising."

Well, you have to take care of the dog, if not out of the kindness in your heart, for the deep-rooted curiosity that has appeared in your gut at the prospect of watching this dog teleport around your living room.

"That will not be a problem." you grin. "I promise we will take care of Pepper until you return."

"Thank you so much," they sigh over the line. "Let me know if you guys have any questions."

"Will do," you smile, stepping back over towards Bakugou and Pepper. "I'll see you in a few hours then." you hang up the phone and meet Bakugo's gaze. 

"So," he asks, looking between you and the dog. "What are you gonna do with the mutt?"

You give him your sweetest, most unsuspecting smile and wrap your arms around his muscled form. "We are gonna dog sit for a few hours."

He asks and hugs you back in defeat, "It better not drool on my floors."

"Don't talk about Pepper like that." you scold playfully, crouching down and giving the dog some loving little pets as he pants happily, looking up at you with his big brown eyes. "We are gonna watch him until his parents get back; oh yes, we are," you say in a baby voice.

"If you're gonna start talkin like that, I'm gonna leave," he grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest. A hint of jealousy on his face.

"Awe, don't be like that," you smile, scratching the top of his head just as you did to Pepper. "Let's get back to our game."

With Pepper at your heels, the three of you head back into the living room where your Jenga tower awaits. Sitting down, you finish your turn, placing the tile from earlier on top of the tower next to your boyfriend's piece. 

The two of you continue to play the game, Pepper lying innocently on the carpet between the two of you. You are unsure if Bakugou knows about the dog's quirk, but if by chance he doesn't, you will have the upper hand in the game should he break out into a fit of sneezes.

The tower's base gets more and more unsteady as you remove the blocks from its base. And although it wobbles slightly, you notice something else far more interesting…

Pepper, the dog's little nose, has started to sniffle. 

Hurriedly, Sloppily, you finish your turn, not caring that the tower is now leaning a bit to the right. It hasn't fallen yet, and now it is Katsuki's turn. 

He scans the tower just as carefully as he had done in his initial turn; his hand gets closer and closer to a slightly protruding wooden block, the kind that isn't supporting the weight of the rest of the structure. Pepper sniffles again at your feet, his button nose twitching as it tries to hold in the impending sneeze. 

The poor pup can't hold it any longer and lets loose a deep sneeze. As soon as the air leaves his nose, he teleports from his comfortable seat on the carpet to the other side of the coffee table. Your boyfriend flinches, but he does not knock over the tower as a noise of confusion escapes his lips. "What the Hell was that?" he yells, staring wide-eyed between you and the Teleporting Pitbull. 

 "Oh," you laugh mischievously, enjoying his reaction to the fullest. "Did I not tell you about Pepper's quirk? He teleports when he sneezes."

"You knew that was gonna happen, didn't you?" he growls placing a hand in your hair and ruffling it aggressively, this kind of playful affection is usual with Katsuki and makes teasing him so much more worth it.

"I did?" you ask coyly, smoothing your ruffled hair and placing a few kisses down his Jawline.

"Course you did;" he sighs kissing you back, "You know what to do to make me lose focus." His voice only seems to excite Pepper more, and the Pitbull prances around the room with newfound energy. You don't respond to his endearingly angry taunts, opting instead to take your turn before Pepper sneezes again. You would hate to have your little plan turn against you and make you lose the game. Your pride wouldn't have it. 

Pepper barks in front of him, tail wagging like crazy and looking so, so happy. He sneezes and knocks the wind out of him as it teleports directly into his lap. Pepper may be a harmless dog, but he is daily large in stature, and when he lands on your Boyfriends unsuspecting lap, which has him let out the highest-pitched yelp of pain, you have ever heard Katsuki make in his life.

"Are you alright?" you ask, moving your hand to your mouth to hide the smile that grows bigger on your face as he doubles over in pain.

Pepper flattens his ears and gives your boyfriend such a sad look as he springs off the Hero's lap and lays down by his feet.

Your chest heaves as your chuckles vibrate through your covered hand; minutes later, the two of you are both out of breath, him from the pain and you from trying to stifle your laughter.

"S-stop it," he breathes, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. "I'm still gonna win this thing." he approaches the unsteady Jenga tower. Despite the blow down below, his hands are steady as he removes his selected piece from the tower without it wobbling at all.

You're so screwed…

He smirks at you victoriously, "Looks like I'm gonna win again."

Placing your hands up in mock surrender, watch as he takes the piece and goes to place it on the top of the tower. Just then, Pepper accidentally let's loose another sneeze teleporting again right next to the coffee table. His tail wagged into what remains of the tower's base, causing it to clatter to the floor.

Katsuki lets out a string of curses (I refuse to write on here since this blog is sfw), and you move to cover the dog's ears protectively.

 "Hey, watch your language," you scold, giving Pepper a few pets. "We have company."

"Wh~ Company?" he grumbles. An irritated little explosion blossoms from his palm, incinerating the Jenga piece in his hand. "It's just a damn mutt." But the lighter tone in his voice as he takes in Pepper's happy face makes you wonder if maybe the two of you should get a dog of your own sometime soon.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

True [Chapter Three] Keep Running [Bakugou Katsuki]

Warning(s): Reunion, Katsuki being Katsuki, OC, angst, tears, confrontation, short chapter.

No Minors Allowed!!

The outfit Mao Usui chose for Airi was mature. She considered wearing a dress to the reunion, but Mina's 'reminder' email stated that the event was business casual, so she opted not to wear something too stiff, especially after reading the P.S. that read: expect to dance.

At around seven, Airi was dressed in a pair of skinny cropped trousers, a silk blouse, and heeled loafers. She checked herself in the bathroom mirror, content with leaving her hair as was, then strode to the living room. Her mother and father sat on the couch, watching a Rom-Com that she had no interest in, invested until she walked in. Mao smiled widely, seafoam-colored hair pulled in a lax ponytail over her shoulder, then paused the TV.

"You look so lovely, dear."

Airi felt her face heat up. Even as an adult, the kindness of her mother had a way of lightening her apprehension.

"Thank you. I appreciate you letting me borrow one of your outfits."

"It would have taken up space in our closet otherwise," Kaito teased.

Mao tossed him a playful glare. It was no surprise that her mother was a shopaholic; she loved to buy clothing. Before she was bedridden, she planned outings just so she could dress up. Airi admired her quirky behavior. She was happy to see it return, even if it was through her.

"You're going to have all eyes on you when you walk in."

She doubted it, but the sentiment was kind.

"I think, dear, she only cares about one person seeing her," Kaito stated.

Was he referring to Katsuki? Airi felt her face heat up. While she told her parents that the relationship between them had ended, she did not tell them that she and Katsuki were not speaking. It was certainly not mutual.

"I...better go."

As though she had forgotten something, Mao leaped off the couch and rushed to the foyer, bringing back a charcoal-tailored trench coat.

"You should take this as well," Mao suggested.

Airi accepted the trench coat and slid it on. She said her goodbyes, retrieved her purse, then left the house, quickly walking to the train station. The ride was brief, but it gave her a moment to mull over the statement her father made. It should not have affected her as much as it had, but it did. Did she want Katsuki to acknowledge her?

No...maybe.

She was not sure. Was he even going to be there? When Katsuki saw her yesterday, he did not look too happy that she had come home. It would not surprise Airi if he did not show up at the reunion because she was going to be there. It was sad, but she hoped that was the case. If he did show, however, then she would just have to ignore him. Easy Peasy. Or so she thought.

When the train reached the station, she deboarded and briskly walked through the terminal into the city. An air of nostalgia washed over Airi as she fondly took in the neon lights. As expected, for a Saturday, it was crowded, though, despite the mass of people, she made it to the convention center, albeit a few minutes late.

An A-frame sign in the foyer instructed her of where to go, but Airi had already been in the building once, so she walked to the event hall without trouble. Even if she did not know where to go, the faint upbeat tempo of whatever music Mina had chosen to play echoed down the hall, drawing her closer.

As she came to the double doors, which were closed, she noticed a long foldable table off to the side. Two of her fellow alumni stood behind it, the former representatives from class 1A and 1B.

"Kendo...Iida," she greeted with a smile, approaching them.

On the table, she briefly noticed a guest book and multiple name tags spread about; names of students from the Hero Course to the Business Course. Everyone had been invited.

"Usui," Iida Tenya retorted in a scolding tone. "You are late. Punctuality is–"

"The key to success," Airi interjected. She ran a hand through her hair and chuckled. He had said it plenty enough for her not to forget. "I apologize. There's no reason for me not to be on time."

Aside from the crowd outside.

Iida hummed, adjusting his glasses. He was still the same as Airi remembered, obsessed with discipline. The only thing that made him seem a little out of character, in her opinion, was the way he wore his hair now, in a skin fade slick back.

"Yes, well, you are here now. It's good to see you again," he stated with a smile.

Airi felt the same. With their pleasantries aside, Kendo Itsuya took over, informing her to find her name tag and wear it.

"Don't forget to sign the guest book too," she instructed. Her short orange hair charmingly framed her face. "And have a great time."

Before she wandered into the event hall, she noted that among the many tags that remained, Katsuki had not yet collected his. A feeling of sadness washed over Airi, but she ignored it. His absence was not going to ruin her night.

The air, thick yet somehow cool, immediately took her breath away. It reminded Airi of the U.A. Festival, of hundreds of people shoved in a room, breathing in all the oxygen. She could hardly take it back then, working with the staging crew during Class 1-A's band performance. Even now, she felt like she might suffocate. Perhaps it was just her nerves.

Taking in an uneasy breath, she opted to get something to drink to soothe her dry throat. The food spread that Momo put together was miraculous. Airi nibbled on some sugar bacon-wrapped smokies while she glanced around the crowded room. She noticed a few of her former classmates, dancing or wandering about, but she was far too comfortable at the table to join them. It was not until her second cup of punch that she heard a familiar voice call out her name.

Ashido Mina approached her, with a pout on her face. Her long pink hair was tied in a bun on the top of her head; unruly strands had fallen free, no doubt while she had been dancing.

"I know you aren't just going to stand over here all night like a wallflower and not come say hi to me." Her long horns wiggled in protest.

Airi snorted. "Hi, Mina."

The pout faded, replaced with a wide smile.

"Are you having fun so far?" She asked.

Airi shook her head, even though she had just recently arrived. She knew how much the event meant to Mina; she did most of the planning herself. Izuku and Momo took care of the rest.

Speaking of...

"Have you seen Izuku yet?"

Mina shook her head.

"He and Kairi are getting the equipment set up backstage. I asked Jirou to perform for us."

Did she? Airi smiled in excitement, though Mina's next question made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"So, where you happy to reunite with Bakugou again?"

She must not have known. Airi did not tell anyone aside from her parents that she had broken up with him. He must have kept the incident to himself as well. She considered telling her, but honestly, she was feeling a little on the spot. Suddenly, to her luck, a familiar sound began to play over the speakers and she forced a smile.

[Na-na, na-na-na

Ready for my show.]

"Come dance with me!" Airi shouted.

To her luck, Mina put the question in the back of her mind and enthusiastically took Airi by the arm, leading her to the dance floor among the other students. She did not care if she did not know how to dance well enough, so long as she did not have to talk about her ex.

The more she danced, the more Airi realized how much she missed her friends. Kairi soon joined them, then Momo. Three songs later, Jirou Kyoka and her band began to play, giving Airi a short break to rest her feet and get a drink. She was thankful that she did not wear a dress and heels tonight. Nostalgically, she listened to Jirou sing. The prosthetic she wore in place of her left ear and earphone jack was hardly noticeable beneath her long asymmetrical purple hair. Airi made it through two songs before the punch unfortunately caught up to her. Excusing herself, she hurried from the room and down the hall to the restroom.

When her business was finished, Airi washed her hands, then strode back toward the event hall. She rounded the corner where Iida and Kendo had been standing to see them gone, most likely inside the event hall. On the other side of the table, to her shock, was Bakugou Katsuki, grumbling to himself about something she could not hear as he clipped the name tag onto the front of his button-down. Airi held back a gasp. She considered fleeing back into the bathroom, but his head turned, meeting her eyes.

Immediately, she froze.

Oh, shit.

Why was he just standing there? Was he waiting for her to say something first? Airi took a moment to look him over, taking note of how nice he looked. She did not know what else to do; she felt like a frightened animal caught in the high beams of a speeding vehicle.

Growing tired of her silence, Katsuki knitted his brows in irritation, then turned and strode toward the entrance doors of the hall. Airi quickly lost her nerve.

"Y-you look good with an undercut. I like it."

An air of embarrassment washed over her, turning her cheeks a faint red as soon as the words came out of her mouth. Airi felt like an idiot. She was on the verge of apologizing when Katsuki swung around to glare at her. His shoulders were tense, clenched as though he were about to explode.

"Are you fucking serious?" He asked with a snarl. "After all this time that's what you say to me."

Airi swallowed hard. Her heart pounded in her chest and for a brief moment, she fought back tears. His anger was expected; she knew it would be hard to face him again.

"What do you want me to say? I've already said everything I can, Katsuki. Would you even reply if I said it was good to see you again? Or snarl at me like you have and walk away."

She didn't even know why she was trying to talk to him. It was not like he wanted to hold a conversation with her, not after ending the relationship like she did. It was immature and cowardly, a fact she had to live with since it happened. As much as she did not want him to see her cry, she could not hold back her tears. They floated in front of her face. 

“No. You're right,” she uttered. “How dumb of me.” 

Walking toward him, she kept her attention to the double doors. 

“I don't want you to forgive me, Katsuki. I just– I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I don't like me much either.”

The tears fell to the floor with a plip. Airi used the sleeve of her trench coat to dry her face, walked past him, and then reentered the hall. She said what she wanted to and even if he did not care, she felt a little better. 

This isn't permanent. When my time here is up, I can rejoin Synergos and continue running. 

That's what she did best after all.

[queenpiranhadon]

- Runaway, AURORA

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛꜱ:

𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎 𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙

ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ:

⟢ May I Have This Dance? ⎸⎸ Sandor x Grizel Oneshot › Grizel finally takes Sandor on that dance he owed her.

⟢ You Must Be Lost ⎸⎸ Sokeefe Oneshot › Keefe asks Sophie if he’s still the guy he was all those years ago.

⟢ His Friend ⎸⎸ Neverseen! Grady x Black Swan! Edaline Oneshot › Grady stops repressing his Talent and instead works to make himself more powerful alongside the Neverseen. But all actions have consequences.

ʀɪᴏʀᴅᴀɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ:

⟢ Sorella ⎸⎸ Riordanverse Oneshot › Bianca has to tie up some loose ends before she’s ready for rebirth

⟢ We're Not in Kansas Anymore ⎸⎸ Percabeth Oneshot › Percy decided to uphold the promise he made to Annabeth all those years ago.

⟢ Broken ⎸⎸ Leo Valdez x Reader › You stop Leo from making a mistake he'll regret.

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴇᴡ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ:

⟢ Pumpkin Soup ⎸⎸ Sebastian x F!Reader › You find out how to make the resident all time gloomy boy Sebastian, like you.

⟢ After 10﹕00 ⎸⎸ Alex x F!Reader › Alex takes notices of the local lumberjack after she beats his high score at the Stardew Valley Fair. He decides to talk to her.

ʜɪɢʜ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴏꜱ:

⟢ The Sea Song ⎸⎸ HCH Oneshot › Three girls and their captivating music attracts the ears and hearts of the small village they were in. Little did they know that this happy family, wasn't so happy at all...

ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ:

⟢ Sweet Angel ⎸⎸ Bucky Barnes x Reader › You fall apart after your year-long boyfriend disappears without a trace. You thought you moved on, and now here he is, months later with no recollection of who you are.

ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɪʀʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

⟢ His Little Waterbender ⎸⎸ Prince Zuko x Reader › You, a Waterbender from the Northern Water Tribe, are determined to protect your home from the Fire Nation. But what happens when you’re opponent is none other than the first prince himself?

⟢ Eel Rolls ⎸⎸ Sokka x Reader › After betraying the Fire Nation, you, and extremely powerful firebender, seek refuge in Ba Sing Se. One day the Gaang stumbles into your path, and you find yourself giddy over a certain blue eyed boy in their midst.

ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ:

⟢ Dandelion Wine ⎸⎸ Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader › You are finally returning home to Monstadt City after pursuing your dreams and exploring the world. When you get too tipsy one night and you can't defend yourself from an approaching mitachurl, who will save you then?

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ:

⟢ Hate ⎸⎸ Sirius Black x Reader › You, a Ravenclaw, are battling some severe anxiety in the middle of the night, so you slip out and wander the halls of Hogwarts for some reprieve in your thoughts. Turns out though, encountering a professor in the middle of the night is the least of your worries.

⟢ Against the World ⎸⎸ Fred Weasley x Reader › There’s nothing wrong between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin dating, so what better place to tell everyone that than the Yule Ball?

ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ:

⟢ His Words, Not Yours ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › Katsuki’s parents invite the both of you over for dinner to meet you for the first time.

⟢ Goodnight ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › Katsuki finds out about your secret status as an underground pro hero.

⟢ Dumbass ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › You and your close friend Bakugou bond over a rom-com movie after having to share a room at a beach resort for a school trip.

⟢ Lipstick Stains ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › Bakugou thinks he’s falling in love all over again once he sees you in a traditional outfit.

⟢ Lockers ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › Bakugou's getting annoyed when you start receiving a bunch of love confessions out of nowhere

⟢ Wasabi ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › Needless to say, your boyfriend's pretty shocked when he finds out you have the same spice tolerance as him.

⟢ "Boy"friend ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › Katsuki gets hit by a gender bend quirk.

⟢ Teddy Bear ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › Your husband is invited to be on your favorite talk show - little do you know, the only thing he wants to talk about is you.

⟢ Tomorrow ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › When test anxiety and stress is too much, your boyfriend is there to help you out.

⟢ Number Four ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › Katsuki helps the rest of the world see just how awesome you are.

⟢ Daycare ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › You get your husband to finally pick up your kids from daycare

⟢ The Voice ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › After a fight spirals from your worries of Katsuki's safety, the voice in your head turns those worries into a nightmare.

⟢ Americano ⎸⎸ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader › You, the pretty barista at the local coffee store, decide to show some kindness to the young CEO Bakugou Katsuki, who's arrived for the first time without his girlfriend.

⟢ Matsuri ⎸⎸ Shota Aizawa x Reader (platonic) › You're scared your pro hero father won't support your dream to become a musician.

ʟᴇɢᴏ ɴɪɴᴊᴀɢᴏ:

⟢ After ⎸⎸ Cole Brookstone x Reader › You and the rest of the ninja settle down after everything ended.

⟢ Sundays ⎸⎸ Cole Brookstone x Reader › You, a baker, encounter the Master of Earth when he accidentally destroys your bakery.

ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ:

⟢ His ⎸⎸ Riordanverse x Inheritance Games Oneshot › Grayson finds out he's adopted- but the news of his real parents is a bigger shock than he anticipated...

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ:

⟢ Clingy ⎸⎸ Gojo Satoru x Reader › Just some cute dating thoughts :)

⟢ Kiss Cam ⎸⎸ Gojo Satoru x Reader › Basketball star Gojo Satoru saves you from a disastrous kiss cam

[a-wandering-fangirl]

Let's Get Married

Bakugo x Black GN Reader (I looked through this so many times and yet I still feel like I used gendered terms even though there are none.)

WC: 400 (exact)

Warning: None. (Reader has long hair kinda.)

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This is a favor for a friend. This is also the first fanfic that I've ever written.

"Hey. We should get married."

You were both sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, watching old rom coms when your boyfriend proposed. You both had talked about getting married before so his proposal wasn't coming from nowhere.

"Y/N Bakugou." A small smile crept onto your face."I kinda like the sound of that."

You lay your head down on his shoulder. Your soft curls acted as a cushion for your head. "I can't believe the Great Explosion God Murder Dynamight proposed to me."

"It's your own damn fault for falling for me." He interlaced his hands with yours.

"Weren't you the one who was all red and stuttery when you first asked me out?"

"It wasn't that bad." He scoffed

"I thought you were having an allergic reaction. I took you to Recovery Girl and everything."

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He was trying and failing to play off his embarrassment. You both sat there in comfortable silence. The only sounds coming from the cheesy declarations of love coming from the 2 protagonists.

"You're okay with it being me?" His voice was no louder than a whisper. If the TV was any louder you might've missed it. You turned to look at him. His eyes that burned as bright as the flames that he created barely flickered in the dim lighting of your living room. You looked up at the clock and looked back at him.

"Let's go." You stood up and began to grab your keys and wallet. Bakugo looked up in confusion.

"The courthouse should still be opened. And I'm sure all our friends would be more than willing to act as our witness." He stared blankly at you.

"You jumped to that really fast." Despite his initial shock he turned the tv off and began to gather his stuff too.

You grabbed your coat. "I texted the group chat. The whole squad said they'd meet us there. All that's left is our docume-" You were stopped mid sentence by Katsuki's lips gently pressing onto yours.

"I love you."

You looked up at him. There stood a 5 '11 man with eyes that held a forest fire and cheeks that matched. Despite how arrogant he seemed at first deep down you knew how much he cared for you. This is the man that you're going to marry. You chuckled to yourself.

"I love you too."

[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 1 - Pumpkin (Katsuki Bakugou)

09/13/2023

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 656

Warnings: Cursing ('cuz it's Katsuki)

Gender: AFAB

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

"C'mon Katsuki!" Y/N yelled, pulling said blonde's arm.

It was supposed to be a quick errand. Go to the pumpkin patch, get the damn pumpkin, and come back. But unfortunately, Katsuki Bakugou did not take into account just how hyped his girlfriend would actually get when it came to it.

She was acting like one of those female leads in those horrible holiday rom coms that Y/N made him watch, who want to find "just the perfect tree." Except in this case, Y/N was trying to find the perfect pumpkin. Not the perfect evergreen. And she decided to drag her boyfriend along on her little pumpkin adventure.

Ain't life just swell?

"It's just a fucking pumpkin Y/N. They all look the same to me and they don't look infested with bugs, so just pick one and let's fucking go already." Katsuki tried cutting their errand short.

But that only seemed to make his life that much more unbearable, because all of a sudden, he'd accidentally awakened the pumpkin saint in Y/N and she wouldn't shut up about how it's "sacrilege to not see every single pumpkin and soak up each one's personality and find the perfect one that's meant to go home with them."

Bakugou honestly felt like they were looking for children to adopt, not pumpkins to decorate the house with-

But, having said that, Y/N did look like she was having the time of her life, so he figured he could let her live a little.

Not too much, though.

Thankfully, after just a little while, Y/N seemed to fall head over heels over a pumpkin (that still sounds so wrong in his head) and wanted to buy it. Great. They were finally done.

That is until Y/N spotted a corn maze and practically begged Katsuki if they could try it out.

"For fuck's sake, it's just a shit ton of corn bunched together. It's crappy and itchy as hell, why the fuck would you willingly want to go into that?" He asked the giddy girl who was practically vibrating on her feet.

"Because Katsuki..." Y/N drawled out. "Corn mazes are the epitome of Spooky Season. It is an unwritten law that one must visit a maze of some sort at least once during Autumn. And because I am your dutiful girlfriend, I will make sure you follow the said unwritten law.

Katsuki looked at Y/N's face. Those sweet eyes scrunched up, waiting for his reply, cheeks puffed out, lips glossy...

Say less.

Begrudgingly, Katsuki agreed to the corn maze. Begrudgingly.

After paying their fare to enter the maze, Y/N led the way as Katsuki followed, as though she'd been in the maze a million times. It wouldn't surprise Katsuki if she actually had. Seeing the confidence on his girlfriend's face, he let her take him wherever she wanted.

That was until he remembered that his girlfriend had shit sense of direction-

But by the time Katsuki had remembered, it was already too late. Y/N had gotten them lost. In the middle of a corn maze. Where at all sides, he's being attacked by hay fever inducing atoms.

"Y/N I swear to fucking god, I'm never doing this shit with you ever again. I thought you fucking knew where you were going dumbass!" Katsuki screeched.

"I'm sorry! I thought I knew where we were going! Here, maybe this way is the exit-" Y/N said. She could practically see the steam emitting from Bakugou, and she was trying not the push his buttons more than she already had.

Half an hour later, the pair were still somehow lost. And Katsuki Bakugou had run out of patience.

"FUCK THIS GOD DAMN CORN MAZE!" Was the last thing Y/N heard before she was surrounded by flames and embers and a very burnt down corn maze.

At least they found their exit now-

Author's Note: I'm super excited to kick off this event! You may have noticed that some of the dates in some of these fics predate October, and that's because I had been working on them well in advance and queued them for each day of October (that way I don't miss any of the days).

I'll admit, I'm not the biggest fan of how the conversation turned out in this fic, but that's alright because from now on, I've got 30 more days to work on that!

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

[kingkatsuki]

Jo hellloooooo with your birthday tomorrow I have come to ask!

How are your faves spending your birthday with you? 👀 if it’s been asked of Katsuki already what about Kunigami? Shindou?

Vixy this is so cute thank you🥺

Bakugou is probably working, as much as he hates it— regardless of how far in advance he tries to book it my birthday always clashes with something. But as a petty act of defiance he’s deliberately going in late so he can spend a little extra time cuddling in bed before it (and shows me how apologetic he is between my thighs first). And when he finishes work for the day; we’re grabbing takeout and watching true crime on tv with a bottle of wine and flowers he bought me.🥺

Shindou would plan a packed, elaborate day full of surprises— even though he knows I hate surprises, the dick😂😭 but somehow he always gets it right and picks the cutest things to do. Mini-golf, good food and then drinks in a pretty bar. He always manages to knock it out of the park. He also definitely doesn’t tell me that he’s invited all my friends to the bar too so it ends up being a proper event, although I’m dragging him home early to smash👀😂

Kunigami has to turn his phone off for the day, because his teammates are trying to get him to come in for a few hours of training that he and I both know won’t be a few hours— and instead spends the day in bed with me. Won’t complain no matter what I chose to watch with him, and he def sheds a tear over the cheesy rom-com we watch together. Then it’s dinner time and comfy clothes as we go to our favourite ramen bar and just chill for the rest of the day.