Pen Pal Part 8

Bakugou x reader, text au

Where Mitsuki’s last attempt at changing her son, Katsuki’s attitude is by signing him up for a pen pal.

Part 8 - overreacting 

Warnings : swearing, mentions of bullying & stalking

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A/N : Oop, did I make Y/N a bit too unreasonable? Idek pahahah

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Bnha x danganronpa x reader

No quirks au 

A/N : BAhaha I didn’t even get 10 notes but f/ck it I’ll write it anyways. This might be hella long so lemme know if you want to be added to a taglist. There’s gonna be a traitor so stay to find out!!!

I really hope I get at least like 3 readers on this T^T 

Also it’s not going to be strictly Danganronpa like class trials, more just a play or die 

Warnings : Swearing, mentions of shooting & bombing 

Words :  1,295

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@saralight-42​ suggested including the entire class so your wish shall be my command! I really do be bringing in the background characters asdfghjkl

Chapter 1

The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves 

The day had just started like any other. 

It was at least another 10 minutes before class started and most of your classmates were already there by the time you walked through the doors. 

“Y/N!” Mina called, waving you over as you dumped your bag down next to your seat.

“Morning.” you replied with a smile, pulling a chair to sit next to Kaminari as you listened to them talk about their weekend. Kirishima began talking about a new shop that had opened up near the shopping centre. 

The conversations started fading to background noise as you felt a sense of dread wash over you. Nothing had seemed ever so slightly out of place as you entered the classroom, yet the feeling of utter despair still weighed heavy on you as you turned around to try and spot anything peculiar.  

There was of course something wrong with the door. A wire, you supposed, chalking it up to another one of Kaminari’s pranks. 

Your eyes fell on a small bear perched on top of the teacher’s table, it’s features pulled up in in a large grin as it’s eyes remained still and empty. 

“Hey guy, do you know who’s that is-”

Your question was cut short when the door suddenly slammed shut, a click sounding throughout the classroom as it was locked in place. A small shriek left your mouth at the jump scare and you put your hand over your racing heart.

“Um, is this a joke?” Uraraka asked nervously. You could hear your classmates mumble in agreement as your eyes remained on the bear. 

“Where is Aizawa senpai?” Midoriya asked.

“I’m not sure.” Todoroki responded. 

“Uh guys, should we be worried about that creepy bear?” Hagakure asked, bring everyone’s attention to it as well. At the mention of itself, the bear’s eyes light up, a red glow in one as it jumped up and stood on the table. 

“Upupupup…” it started to laugh, bringing it’s hands to it’s mouth as it giggled at the perplexed expressions on everyone’s faces. “Welcome everyone! My name is Monokuma” it cheered. “And we’re going to play a game.”

“No we’re fucking not.” you heard Bakugou curse, his hands clenched in fists as he obviously raged at the stuffed bear. Your friends tried to calm him down and Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back. 

“The rules are simple.” it continues. “Out of the 20 students in this class, 2 carry a bomb with them.” 

“A bomb?” several people gasped, quietly talking among themselves as they questioned if it was telling the truth. 

“Yes! However they do not know that they have the bombs, so this way no one can spoil the game. You have three hours to correctly identify them.” 

“So we just have to find the right people?” Todoroki asked, a blank look on his face.

“Yes!” it nodded. “And then you just shoot them.”

“I’m so sorry what?” you asked loudly, everyone’s eyes on you at your outburst as they agreed. “We need to kill our friends?” 

It nodded excitedly. “Correct! You will have a gun with three bullets and if you can shoot the two people before the time limit is up, everyone else will survive!”

“And if we don’t…?”

“The bombs will activate!” it laughs. “Alrighty, the time starts now!” Monokuma brought out a massive timer, setting it down next to it on the table before also getting out a gun and tossing it towards the middle of the classroom, it hitting a desk before falling to the floor with a loud clatter. 

“This is utter bullshit.” Bakugou stated, stepping forward aggressively. 

“Bakugou, I think it would be best if we stayed calm.” Iida called out. “We are not yet aware of the repercussions of harming this bear.”

“Calm my ass.” he shouted back. “You losers can kill yourselves all you want but don’t drag me down with you.” He stormed towards the door, a hand reaching for the door handle as you quickly rushed out of your seat and tackled him into the wall beside the door, a massive bear snapping at the air at which his hand would’ve been. 

“Holy shit.” you cursed, getting up off him and pulling him to his feet. “Stop being such a pissy kid and listen to Iida.” 

“Are you alright Kacchan, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, rushing to where you two stood as an unreadable expression cast across Bakugou’s face. It was rage perhaps, more so disbelief, helplessness, possibly even pity for their current predicament. 

He stormed off back to his seat, his friends crowding around him worriedly as Midoriya sent you a slightly pitiful look. You smiled as reassuringly as you could, but the worried gaze in his eyes showed everything. 

“Well, that was unfortunate.” the bear called out, shaking it’s head slightly. “We could’ve witnessed some nice hand biting but you missy, just had to get in the way.” 

“Well I’m sorry for caring about my friends.” you snapped, leaning back against the wall as you now faced the rest of your classmates.

“But how did you know Y/N?” Yaoyorozu questioned. 

“The wire.” you said. “I noticed it when I walked in this morning. Though I thought it was Denki messing around though.”

“W-what?” Kaminari responded, putting both his hands up. “I didn’t do anything I promise. I’m as clueless as the rest of you.” 

“That’s something someone guilty would say don’t you think?” Tokoyami asked.

“N-no! I would never-” he began before you cut him off.

“No, I don’t think he has the brain capacity to pull off something like that.” you said. “Also the door closed so harshly could the perpetrator have been someone from the outside?” 

“Perhaps.” Todoroki nodded, “however we shouldn’t rule out anything. If they managed to easily install and hide such a dangerous trap in the door then I think it’s possible they altered the door to slam shut and lock.”

“I didn’t even realise the door could be locked.” Sero said. 

“I don’t think it originally could.” Yaoyorozu said, biting her finger as she thought about their situation. 

“Well what the fuck are we going to do about this?” Bakugou demanded, his arms folded as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Is there any way to tell the two people apart?” Shoji asked. 

“Well Monokuma, is there?” you inquired. 

“Upupup, would you like that to be the first of your three free questions?” it responded.

“Well do we?” you asked, turning back to the rest of the class.

“Well we’ll need to start somewhere so sure?” Tokoyami said.

“W-wait wait wait. You guys aren’t being serious right?” Uraraka cut in, waving her hands in the air frantically as she tried to get everyone’s attention. “I mean, there must be another way to get out of this without killing our friends right?”

“I agree.” Jirou spoke up. “You guys are diving too quickly into this without realising that you’re basically asking for people to be killed.”

“Like I said, this is all so fucking dumb to begin with.” Bakugou grumbled. 

“So there must be a way to get out of this without anyone dying.” Asui said, but when no one else responded, she continued. “Guys…?”

A brief silence engulfed the room as everyone remained awkward and pitiful towards themselves.

It lasted for a good minute or two before Uraraka responded. “Y-yes, of course! We just need to work together and everyone can survive.”

The class remained silent as her eyes darted, pleading that this nightmare of a situation was solvable. But most looked away, shuffling or biting on their nails as no one wanted to address the obvious. 

The stillness was cut through when Monokuma began laughing again. 

“Alrighty, 5 minutes have already passed, chop chop!” 

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Bnha Class 1-a x reader Masterlist

No quirks au 

Warnings : swearing, gun, bombs, death, gore, mentions of killing oneself

Chapter 1 - The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves 

Chapter 2 - The catalyst; one down many to go

Chapter 3- 

Coming soon

If you’re interested I’m more than happy to add you to a taglist!!

enamour/ɪˈnamə,ɛˈnamə/
verb
past participle: enamoured

1. be filled with love for.

Where Bakugou is so in love with the memories of what you use to be that he struggles to seen you as who you are in the present.

Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Genre : angst 

Trigger warnings : GORE, violence 

Words : 749

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A/N : Hope you enjoy! Requests are open! :)

She was, an angel, for a lack of better terms. 

Ecstatic, joyful, a ball of sunshine. 

But they always say that first loves don’t work out. Bakugou learnt this in the fall of his high school years, when the girl he had childishly loved for the past five years disappeared. 

He didn’t know where or why. He didn’t know anything. You had simply just disappeared after a short school break, and none of your friends knew anything. None of the teachers at UA knew either, and soon you were labelled as a missing person.

He had tried so desperately to find you, but by the mark of a few months, his memories of you were confined to his restless nights. No one talked about you around him, he knew the pitiful looks his peers gave him. He held on to the hope that you were out there, alive and safe, whilst he flipped through a diary of yours they had found in your home, given to him after the police had determined there was nothing in there that would’ve been help to the investigation. 

You were beautiful, so special, innocent, loving. 

Not the hatred filled eyes that stared back at him, the lips that curled up wickedly as you slowly held the blade across another hero’s throat. 

“Ground Zero!” someone shouted, trying to bring him back to the current situation. Yet their voice faded into the background as Bakugou refused to even lose the slightest bit of attention he had on you, his gaze burning into you as you looked back at him

There was your smile again! The bright grin you’d flash him every day as you greeted him in the mornings. Or was it the cocky grin you’d give him whenever you scored more than him on the written tests during school or when you beat him at a game. It was pleasant and warm. It wasn’t the monstrosity that stared back at him. 

It wasn’t her. He tried to convince himself, repeating your name over and over again in his head as he opened his mouth to speak. The name he held ever so dear to him felt so foreign as it left him mouth in a small whisper. 

“Y/N…?”

You tilted your head slightly to the side, pursing your lips as you slowly slid the blade across her throat, stepping back as she fell limp to the ground. “Sorry, I don’t go by that name anymore.” you said, before turning sharply on your heel.

“Wait Y/N!” he called out, running towards you before finding himself slowing to a halt in front of the hero’s bleeding body. He felt his knees crumple, falling down as he turned slowly to look down at her. He heard people rushing around and the sirens of an ambulance approaching but his eyes fixated on the trail of blood seeping away from her wound.

“It isn’t your fault Ground Zero.” he heard another voice say, a hand placed gently on his shoulder as the woman was taken away on a stretched.

“I… I  couldn’t save her.” he said quietly, staring blankly at the dark stain on the floor as the person sighed. 

“As unfortunate as this sounds, it isn’t uncommon for causalities to happen in such a field of work as yours.” 

Their words brought him no comfort. Of course he felt guilt for the woman who’s blood he was looking at, but he felt so utterly numb. He couldn’t save you. The girl who had helped him so much on his way to becoming a hero had turned their back on him. The sole reason he had managed to even get through school was now his biggest enemy. 

You was his weakness, and they too must’ve known by now. 

Another life had been taken because he had failed at his job. What was the point of being a top hero if he couldn’t even save another person, let alone the girl he loved. 

But deep down he knew he wasn’t in love with you. He wasn’t. In the back of his mind, the facts kept screaming out at him. He was a top hero for god’s sake yet one glimpse of you had reduced him to nothing. The girl he had once known was non existent, he couldn’t ever get her back. But the hope that maybe you’d come back to his side consumed him.

After all, he was too enamoured with the memories of you to face the truth

Omg a bnha x danganronpa kind of thing where class 1a have to kill the correct 2 people and if they don’t then they’ll all die but one of them’s actually the traitor.

if I get 10 notes on this i’ll write it. 

When a girl comes crashing through the window of Bakugou’s dorm and he has the strongest urge to just keep her with him.

Part 9 of “I feel safe with you”

Bakugou x fem!reader

Words : 1,424

Warnings : mentions of scars 

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A/N : I forgot to save my first draft ahhhh, so now I have to rewrite it :(

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As soon as lessons had finished, everyone rushed to their respective friends, chatting away as a few curious eyes darted toward the new girl. 

Bakugou walked up to her desk, his bag already packed and slung over his shoulder. She looked up at him with a small smile. “What is it?”

“Are you not going to pack away?” he grumbled, giving her a look of confusion and she sat still in her seat.

“I don’t see the need to rush.” she replied quietly, starting to gather her pen and books. 

“Well if you don’t hurry up and train then you won’t be able to beat those losers.” he declared, grabbing the remaining few textbooks off her desk and stuffing them into her book bag. 

“Shall we go?” he asked, raising and eyebrow at her, to which she pursed her lips and nodded. 

“Is Bakubro ditching us again?” Kirishima wondered aloud as he watched the two leave the classroom together. 

“Yeah, it feel kinda quiet without his constant noise.” Kaminari piped up, a small frown on his face. 

“Well I’m sure he’ll join us again soon.” Mina cheered, giving the boys both a smile before looping her arms around their necks. Sero watched from the side with a smile before suggesting that they too should start training soon. 

Together the four walked back to the dorms, spotting the two ahead. It was mainly Bakugou who spoke, Y/N nodding in response, occasionally letting out a small reply. 

“And your hero work?” he inquired, pushing open the dorm doors and walking to the stairs, her trailing behind him. 

“I’m due to start again next week.” she answered. “I guess they’ll call me whenever and pull me out of class. Kind of a bother to be honest.”

“Do you not want to attend school?” he peered back over his shoulder, slowing down his pace so she could walk up the stairs next to him.

“I just don’t really see the point.”

“Why?”

“Well I’m already a pro hero aren’t I?” Her tone was soft yet her replies were sharp and to the point. 

“What about middle school? What did you do then?”

“I was home schooled.“ 

He nodded in reply, unlocking his room and entering. She followed and closed the door behind her, setting her bag down on the floor next to his desk.

“So training?” she asked. 

“Yeah. Better to do something productive than stay cooped up in your room all day.” he said. “Did Midnight bring any sports clothes?” 

“No.” she shook her head, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room as she watched him run around trying to sort things out for her. 

“Here, you can borrow some of mine for now.” he said, pulling out a pair of joggers and a old t shirt. He placed them in her hands and watched as her eyes looked them over continuously. “They’re clean I promise.” he grumbled. 

She nodded, content, before walking over to the bathroom, locking the door and getting changed. Although half way through putting the shirt on, her reflection caught her eye. Large ugly lines littered her body, each surrounded by a slightly darker hue that only accented the eyesore. She felt her breath hitch at the sight, tracing each scar with her eyes before she felt her eyesight go blurry with tears. 

A knock on the door took her out of her trance, a squeak escaping her mouth in response. 

“Have you fallen into the toilet or something?” Bakugou shouted from outside.

“Wait, I’m nearly done.” she responded, hastily pulling the top down and gathering up her neatly folded school uniform in her arms, unlocking the bathroom door and stepping back into his bedroom.

“God woman, you took forever.” he muttered before pointing to a rather large plastic box set next to the wall at the end of his bed. “You can keep your stuff in there if it helps.” 

She crouched down and eyed the box for any trace of dust, a small hum showing she was happy before placing down her uniform in the corner. 

“You have a few more stuff to put away right?” he spoke up, sighing for dramatic effect. 

“Yeah.” she nodded. 

“I’ll go downstairs and fill up up our water, come down when you’re done and lock the door.” She once again nodded and he turned to leave the room. “And hurry up.” 

“Alright thanks.” she said, hearing him say ‘no problem’ before the door clicked shut. 

She hurriedly unpacked the things from the small suitcase Midnight had brought earlier, finding some neatly folded underwear, some pairs of socks and some other things. Settling them all neatly into the box, she closed down the lid, zipped up the suitcase and left the room, making sure to lock the door before walking down the hallway to the stairs. 

She pondered about the blonde. She felt no ill intent from him or his words. He was simply harsh and abrasive, a little rough in his social skills but that didn’t mean he was a bad person in any way. She had picked up on his way to try and comfort her, something she was very grateful for. He even went as far to reassure her every time she wondered if something was dirty or not. 

“Y/N right?” a voice brought her out of her thoughts and she turned to see a black haired girl walking towards her. “I’m Yaoyorozu but you can just call me Momo, it’s nice to meet you.” she smiled. 

She returned the gesture with a small smile and a ‘it’s nice to meet you too’ before asking the other girl if she needed something. 

“No not really.” Yaoyorozu said, pausing before continuing with a “I was just wondering why you don’t use the lift?”

“I wasn’t aware there was a lift.” She answered truthfully. “But it’s alright, I could do with a little more exercise lately.”

Yaoyorozu giggled at her comment. “I’m sure you don’t.” she said. “Where are you going? I could perhaps accompany you.”

“I’m just going downstairs to the common room I think.” 

“Alright, let’s go.” Yaoyorozu said, taking the lead as the two girls descended the stairs. 

“What are you going to do today?” she asked, feeling a need to make sure the girl wasn’t alone in the afternoons, not just as the classes’ vice president but also as a friend. 

“Some training with Katsuki.” she replied. The use of Bakugou’s first name had taken Yaoyorozu back, despite her seeing their constant interactions during the school hours. 

“Are you two close?” she asked. To pry into someone’s personal life wasn’t something she would normally do, however curiosity was getting the better of her.

Y/N hummed in response as they turned around the corner. She was slightly stuck with having a conversation with someone her age. She didn’t know what they would talk about, or what type of responses would satisfy the other person, however Yaoyorozu was the one directing the conversation and she was grateful that the girl had struck up a conversation with her. 

“Not really.” she said curtly, before spotting him leaning against the wall on his phone. “Alright, I’ll see you later Yaoyorozu.” 

“Momo’s fine.”

“Thank you Momo.” she bowed slightly before running off to Bakugou, who looked up from his phone. 

“Took you long enough. What were you talking about with Ponytail?”

“Nothing much, just introductions.” she answered, taking one of the water bottles from him. “Thanks.” 

“Whatever. Come on let’s go.”

His question was half-hearted. To be honest, he didn’t care what the two girls were talking about. God, he didn’t care half the time when people were talking to him, but for some reason the girl next to him did nothing but pipe his interest. 

Whenever he saw her or thought of her, his mind would be clouded by questions. Was she okay? Why was she such a clean freak? Was his food today okay? He knew she had complimented it during lunch but his insecurities grew with along the pride that prevented him from voicing out his thoughts.

A question that rattled his mind for hours on end was what did she think of him? 

She was utterly thankful. She had voiced her thanks the previous night, but not even words could describe the happiness she felt when she was with her first out-of-hero-work friend. She was elated, although it was hard to tell from her short replies and seemingly uninterested persona. She was so grateful 

that he stayed

by her side.

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Head First To The Rescue

Summary: When her two boyfriends are captured by the LOV, Reader rushes head first into the fight to rescue them.

TW/CW: Katsuki Bakugo x AFAB!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima established poly relationship. Aged up Pro Heroes Bakugo, Kirishima, and Reader. Reader calls Bakugo Kat and calls Kiri Ei. Ummmm Bakugo and Kirishima are both captured by the LOV. Reader sustains a burn injury from Dabi and passes out from using her quirk too much. Yeah I don’t think there’s any other than that.

Requested?: Nope, this is just a little something I came up with in a daydream and decided to write bc my mha masterlist is super empty compared to most of my others.

Word Count:1,437

A/N:The first part that is in italics is just a little background on the reader’s Volcano Dragon quirk. So, if you want a little more info on that then you can read it if not feel free to skip it lol. This was kind of rushed in writing and I did not edit it so I’m sorry if there’s any errors, typos, or just weird sentences. I hope you enjoy the read though. Love to all!

[This gif is so freaking cute!]

First, I want to give you all a little background on the character bc I’m giving her a quirk that I have literally put a shit ton of thought into lmao. So, her quirk is called Volcano Dragon and her Hero name is Kazan. Her mom has a volcano quirk and her dad has a fire dragon quirk. The volcano quirk is kind of like Kiri’s in that she can harden her skin into volcanic rock. Honestly, this part of her quirk is a huge part of the reason that she and Kiri ever became friends in the first place. He just couldn’t help it; she is so manly lol. Anyway, another part of her volcano quirk is that she can shoot lava out of her joints and withstand extreme heated temperatures. Extreme heated temperatures include things like Shoto’s fire and Bakugo’s explosions.

As for the Dragon part of her quirk, she can breathe fire and her skin can form scales like a dragon’s on command however she has to actually make them appear, they don’t just appear on their own. She also has enhanced strength, smell, eyesight, and hearing. So basically, she’s a dual-purpose wall/shield hero. She can shield people like Kiri does but she can also attack with her fire and lava.

Now let’s talk drawbacks. If she breathes too much fire it causes her throat to be really sore. If she uses her volcano quirk too much, she has symptoms of a heat stroke which include things like dizziness/fainting, headaches, nausea/vomiting, and confusion. As for her hero costume, she wears black leggings, a black sleeveless turtleneck, black leather gauntlets, and black combat boots. The boots and gauntlets have neon orange laces, and the leggings have neon orange stripes down the sides. The shirt has neon striping that resembles a volcano erupting. Without further ado, let’s get to the actual story lol.

As my friends and I work on helping clear the area after a pretty serious battle with a group of villains, I take notice that a certain two heroes seem to be absent. Having been given the all-clear, we all sit down to take a break. “Has anyone seen Kacchan and Kiri?” Deku asks looking my way. So, I’m not the only one who has noticed. I look around as Deku pulls out his phone and says he’s going to try calling them; I don’t see them anywhere in the wreckage and begin to worry. “Uh, (Y/n) they didn’t pick up,” he says as he steps up beside me.

I pull out my own phone and dial Ei’s number. Kat has a tendency to not pick up if he’s not in the mood to but Ei always picks up for me. Not this time apparently, I think as I hear his chipper voicemail come through the speaker of my phone. I look around and begin sniffing the air for the familiar scents of my two boyfriends. I catch their scent and take off in the direction of where I hope they’ll be. I run for several blocks and swing a right into an alleyway before laying eyes on them.

Unfortunately, they’re not alone. Kat and Ei are muzzled and have their hands bound as they kneel at the feet of one Tomura Shigaraki. Behind them, I spot Toga, Dabi, and Twice as well. I hear footsteps approaching behind me and know that my backup has arrived. I glance down at Kat and he looks absolutely rageful. Ei on the other hand just looks worried for Kat. He and I both know Kat hates being restrained. If looks could kill, every one of the villains before me would’ve died on the spot from the look I give them all. Shigaraki chuckles darkly, “Hello heroes, nice of you to finally join us.”

“It would be wise to let them go. I’m only going to give you this one warning,” I threaten. Nobody messes with my boys and gets away with it.

“Now why would we want to do that, Doll Face. We’ve got you all right where we want you. These little brats are bait,” Dabi taunts as he steps up beside Shigaraki.

Behind me, I can hear Deku muttering about who knows what and I can sense the tension in the alleyway. “Fine, have it your way. We’ll fight this out,” I grumble as I smack my gauntlets together and activate my quirk. I rush headlong after Shigaraki and am careful to avoid his hands. This causes me to be locked in battle with him. I try again and again to get within his guard and take him down without getting touched but finally have to resort to using my fire breath. I know my throat is going to be sore from how much I’ve already used it but close-up attacks aren’t going to work here.

Unfortunately for me, having my back turned to Dabi screws me over. I feel the burn on my side and quickly react by deploying my scales. Pivoting around, I fling lava out of my wrists and manage to hit him with it. At this point, Shigaraki is yelling to retreat. As the villains flee into the shadows, I immediately make my way over to Kat, ignoring the pain in my side.

I drop to one knee in front of him and reach behind his head to unfasten the muzzle. Once that’s removed, he starts ranting about how I should’ve come up with a plan instead of immediately attacking and how I should’ve been more careful to not get hurt. He even rants about how I shouldn’t be helping him right now, I should be getting the burn on my side, which burnt through my hero costume, checked out. I ignore his rambling rant and begin examining the contraption around his hands. It’s similar to the one they used on him at the UA sport’s festival. “Would you shut up for a second so I can figure out how to get this thing off you?” I yell, interrupting his rage. He goes quiet and glares at me instead. Finally, I conclude that there’s only one solution, “If I break this thing in half can you blast it off?” He nods so I place one hand in a fist on top of the contraption and hold the underside of it with my other hand. I smash the thing in half and he immediately stands up to blast it off as I make my way over to Ei.

Thankfully, someone else managed to get the muzzle off of him but they’re all gathered around trying to figure out how to get his hands free. “Break it in half for me. It’ll be easier for me to break it off that way,” Ei suggests so I do as requested.

As the adrenaline starts to wear off, I suddenly feel very dizzy. The overheating follows soon after with nausea. I don’t even have time to sit down before I pass out. I do however recognize the scent of the person who catches me, Kat.

When I wake up again, I’m laying on one of the lounge couches at the Hero Agency we work for. My head is laying is Kat’s lap and Ei is rubbing small circles into my calves as my feet are propped up in his lap. Ei is the first to notice that I’m waking up and grins at me sweetly. I smile back as the others take notice. “You really kicked some ass out there, Kaz,” Mina chimes in as the others cheer.

“Well, you know what they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman who’s pissed off because her boyfriends are in danger. Or something like that,” Denki adds laughing.

“Yeah, that’s not how that goes, Amigo,” Sero responds as he claps Denki on the shoulder, “You did kick hella ass out there though. Way to go!”

“I don’t think the LOV will ever think about messing with you again, Babe,” Ei agrees.

I look up at Kat who’s glaring off into the distance as per usual. I reach up and poke his cheek, “You okay?”

“You could’ve gotten hurt pulling a stunt like that, you damn idiot,” he answers.

“What was I supposed to do, Kat? You and Ei were in trouble. Was I supposed to just turn around and walk away in hopes that you would handle it?”

“I think what he’s trying to say is that maybe having some sort of plan would’ve been better,” Ei interrupts before Kat and I start arguing. Kat and I are both fiercely protective of each other and Ei, so much so that we get in arguments about putting ourselves in danger pretty often but as always, Ei saves the day and calms us down. “Let’s be real here Kat, if you were in her place and she and I were captured, you’d have done the same thing. Hell, even I would’ve done the same thing if I were in her place. All that matters is that we’re all alive and here and together.”

Kat huffs but I can tell that he agrees with Ei’s statement. Kat looks down at me before bending down to kiss me on the forehead, “Thanks I guess.”

I giggle at his show of affection as our friends all oh and aw at us. Ei grins as he pats my leg gently before getting up and picking me up, “I think it’s time we head home and get a shower and some rest.” With this, he heads for the elevator with Kat in tow as I wave goodbye to our friends.

Less than an hour later, I find myself snuggled into Kat’s side after we’ve all had a shower. Ei lifts the covers and scoots into bed behind me, throwing his arms around my waist, “Thank you for coming to our rescue. That was very manly of you.”

I giggle at him, “You’re welcome, Ei.”

“And I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call,” he adds.

This draws a chuckle me and Kat both, “You had your hands restrained, dumbass.”

“I know but I always answer the phone when you or she calls,” Ei answers.

“Alright boys, let’s go to sleep,” I interrupt as Kat yawns. The three of us snuggle closer before drifting off to sleep. I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have these two amazing boyfriends, even if I do have to save their asses a few times a month.

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Taglist:@emiijemii @cursedwings2005 [for some reason it’s not letting me tag you :( ] @willowtree42095

: What are you supposed to do when you’re dead friend is suddenly standing before you? 
: cursing, someone getting hit, mention of murder?
: 2008
/: not my best work but o well….yeah also there’ll probably be part 2 to this

This wasn’t how Bakugou wanted his Friday night to turn out. He was supposed to come how to a quiet place. Silence and tranquillity enveloping him as he let himself fall onto the plush cushions of his couch. Maybe there would be a warm meal waiting for him if he was lucky. He could finally let his worn-out muscles take a break from the constant stress they’re under.

Something must have gone wrong somewhere. Or else he wouldn’t be here, standing before a mocking bunny mask. Floppy fabric ears and blood-stained cheeks staring back at him. The sewn-on grin seems to scream ‘punch me’.

“What thefuck are you doing here?” he snarls. He grits his teeth while trying to keep his explosions at bay.

The bunny simply tilts their head as they stay silent. Their long limbs seem to move spiderlike as their body turns. Bakugou’s eyes following their movement.

No. Shit. Fuck. The bunny tilts his head towards the other side as they snag a photo frame from the coffee table. Pointy fingers glide over the glass, lingering on a specific person in the picture.

Bile starts to rise in Bakugou’s throat. Its acidic bitterness only seems to light the fire to his aggression even more.

“Who the fuck are you?”. It’s useless, he knows. Like hell, a villain like ’The Bunny’ will just give up their identity. The silence is killing Bakugou. His nerves on edge and his muscles rippling as he struggles to constrain himself.

He lifts his hands, an explosion already blooming out of his palm. He is ready to blast whoever this might be into bits.

“That’s no way to treat your friends,” a distorted voice says. Great, so this bastard can speak. Bakugou opens his mouth, about to yell their ears of but a simple word shuts him up.

“Kacchan.”. His hand drops to his side his mouth hangs agape. He had dreamed of this moment. Fantasised about the moment he could apologize and hug his friend. He had planned out exactly what he would say. What he’d do, how he’d act. But this wasn’t in the plan.

The bunny’s pointy fingers come up to its face before ripping the mask off. A mop of green hair springs out from underneath. “Cat caught your tongue?” he asks mockingly before running those same fingers through his hair.

“How..”. Bakugou’s throat fails on him. His voice stops working. Is he crying? He wants to tell himself he’s not but he’s honestly not sure anymore. Knees buckling underneath him yet he still manages to keep himself standing up.

“How am I still alive?” Izuku finishes for him. He casts the mask aside, throwing it on the floor before letting his body fall onto the couch, the same couch Bakugou planned to rest on. He lazily drapes his arms over the top of it.

The casualness of his movements mocks Bakugou. As if he isn’t Japan’s most wanted criminal sitting on Japan’s number one hero’s couch.

“Everyone always asks that, you know?” he says he glances down at the picture frames he’s still holding. “It’s getting old.”. He lazily runs his finger over the glass.

“You died. I buried you. Inko fucking mourned you, she still does,” Bakugou says. His voice wavers and he hates himself for it. He’s showing weakness.

“You’d be surprised how easy it is to fake a death,” Izuku says.

Bakugou’s red eyes bore into his green ones. A silence hangs between them. It feels almost surreal to Bakugou. His mind hasn’t caught up to the fact that his friend, or rather ex-friend, is sitting before him and isn’t six feet underground.

While Bakugou’s movements are ragged and forced, Izuku almost seems comical. His body has seemed to adapt to his villainous life. A theatrical elegance laced into his movements.

“I don’t see you as a friend anymore,” he breaks out. Izuku’s eyes grow for a second and so does his smile. He straightens his back as he silently urges Bakugou on to speak.

“I buried my friend,” he says. “You’re not him. You might think you’re him but you’re not. He isn’t this pathetic.” He grits his teeth before lifting his hands again, getting ready to swing at him. Izuku quickly jumps up from the couch.

His eyes glint in mischief as he takes in the sight before him. “Oh, looks like you still haven’t dealt with your anger, Kacchan.”.

The nickname sets him off. He storms towards the green-haired man, fists raised and palms crackling from explosions. That is until he hears a familiar sound.

Both of them look towards the front door. Bakugou’s face slacks with shock while Izuku’s lights up with excitement. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why is this happening?

Izuku quickly moves the kick his mask underneath the couch before he places the picture frame back. Bakugou eyes linger on the picture for a second. It’s one of the three of you. Bakugou squished in between you and Izuku, his fingers raised behind both of your head to give you bunny ears. Oh, if he could just turn back time.

“'Suki?” you call out. Bakugou fears for his life, or rather, yours. Who knows what the crazed psychopath standing before him will do. “I thought I’d swing by and-”.

Your words stop as you walk into the living room. The bags in your hands drop. Soup spills out of the containers you so meticulous packed. Bright orange curry stains the spotless carpet beneath it. The hot liquid splashes up against your leg, most likely burning your skin though you don’t care.

You try to speak, mouthing opening and closing like a fish. This must be a dream, one of those horrible nightmares Kirishima often gets. That is until a familiar wobbly voice reaches your ears.

“Hi,bunny,” Izuku says. Within a second, he has closed the space between you. Your arms wrap around him instinctively. It’s an awkward hold. You used to be able to rest your chin on his head. Now, his muscled body towers over yours.

“Y-You’re…You’redead,” you whisper against his chest while nuzzling your cheek into him. His body heat seems to bring you a type of peace you haven’t known of in years.

“I know, I know,” he says while running his hands over your back. Sobs break out of your chest as your emotions seem to flow over. Salty rivers running past your burning cheeks and dripping into Izuku’s musky hoodie.

Your body shakes as you grab onto Izuku, painfully so. You’re sure you’re going to leave bruises on his sickly pale skin yet you can’t bring yourself to care. The aching in your chest that you’ve suppressed for years finally seems to boil over.

Hot and heavy emotions spill into your mind. You aren’t sure if the salty taste in your mouth is from biting your lip until blood gushes out of it or the tears streaming down uncontrollably. You’re sure that you look like a mess. Tears and snot dripping down your chin.

Instead of trying to see through your tear-blurred vision, you burry your face further into your friend’s chest.

He’s dead or at least supposed to be. You buried him, cried at his funeral and went through grief for him.

Yet here he is, in the flesh. His voice still sounds the same. He still smells the same. But he is not the same boy you knew years ago. His smile isn’t the same. And his scarred hands sure aren’t the same. Everything about him is the same, yet slightly different, giving you a mental whiplash.

“You have some fucking explaining to do,” Bakugou says. His voice breaks you out of your trance. You pull away from Izuku, your body immediately screaming in protest. You look up at him. It feels strange, you used to be at least a head taller than him

“How the fuck are you still alive?”. Bakugou doesn’t have time for nicknames or formality. Not when he knows that the man standing before him has the blood of at least a hundred on his hands.

Izuku steps away from you, unwinding his arms from your body. Bakugou quickly strides over and pulls you away from the offending man. He pushes you behind him while one hand still grips onto your arm. You want to ask him what the fuck he’s doing but Izuku starts talking before you can.

“It’s a long story,” he says. “Can’t tell you everything but, long story short, I had to fake my death. Some guys were after me but it’s all fixed now!”. The vagueness mixed with his eerie smile only makes him look more like a psychopath.

“All fixed? All-fucking-fixed?”. Boiling anger rising to Bakugou’s head, clouding his thinking. He taking quick steps up to his ex-friend. Izuku doesn’t even flinch when Bakugou grabs onto his neck tightly. “You left. Fucking made us think you’re dead and you think you can just come in and say that everything is fixed?”.

Spit flies out of his mouth and lands on Izuku’s cheek, a shiver of disgust running over his spine at the feeling. Yet the green-haired man can’t stop the excitement from bubbling up at seeing his friend so rilled up.

“Bakugou, Jesus fuck, calm down,” you say. This situation should probably feel more serious than it is. Yet the shock still evident in your body and the adrenaline clouding your mind makes you unable to properly process it all.

“Like hell, I’ll calm down!”. Bakugou finally lets go of Izuku’s throat. A set of cough falls out of the green-haired man’s throat. He smirks as he glances down at the aggressive blond.

“Come on, Kacchan, we shouldn’t do this in front of our little bunny,” Izuku says with a smirk. The gears finally seem to click in his mind. Suddenly, the bunny mask, the name, the costume, it all makes sense.

“You sick fuck!” Bakugou yells before landing a hit square on Izuku’s jaw. He stumbles back a bit, taken aback at Bakugou’s sudden outburst. The blond takes the opportunity to land another punch right on his nose.

A wet crunch sounds through the room. You cringe as you feel bile rise in your throat from the sound. “Izuku!” you yell out as you try to get to your friend or ex-friend, you’re not sure.

Bakugou stops you thought, his arms wrapping around your body and spinning you away from the green-haired freak. You pound your hand on his arms pleading with him to let you go but your ministrations do nothing to the number one hero.

Izuku laughs as he wipes away the blood dripping from his nose, tainting the grimy grey of his hoodie with it. “You’re gonna regret that, Kacchan,” he says. Bakugou doesn’t even give him the light of day as he makes his way out of his apartment with light speed

Your throat grows dry and painful as you plead Bakugou to let you. To let you go to him. “It’s okay, he’s gone,” Bakugou says.

You shake your head violently as you claw at his back, trying to get his arms to loosen their hold. “I need to see him. I gotta-I gotta see him. Suki,please!”. The hoarseness of your voice shoots painful stabs into Bakugou’s heart.

But he doesn’t let his mind linger too long, running down the stairs two steps at a time. All he can focus on is getting you away from that creep before he can touch you again.

“Please, I can’t leave him again,” you sob out. Bakugou simply lays on hand on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Thankfully he doesn’t see Izuku following behind him.

“Please, not again,” you say before your voice bursts out in sobs again. Fuck, how much Bakugou wants to blast that fuckers skull in. He’s sure his friends at the police force wouldn’t mind turning a blind eye for him. But that’ll have to wait until later. Now he needs to focus on keeping you safe, safe from him.

: you didn’t expect your night to end a strangers bedroom with not one, but two hot men. But who are you to complain?
: alcohol, mention of weed, griding? kissing
: 2674
/: did I already post this? yes. did I delete it cuz I hated it? also yes. anyways, @uhhh-i-like-yaoi here u fucking 

Truth be told, you didn’t know what to expect when Mirio dragged you along to this party. All you wanted to do was lay in your bed and fall asleep but here you were, dressed in a way too tight outfit dancing along to shitty music.

The six shots you took before stumbling over to the dancefloor finally start to kick in. The soft buzz of alcohol flowing through your veins as you let your body move. Your hips sway along to the music while your hands run up and down your body.

It was probably the number of lustful gazes you got in this outfit but your confidence was skyrocketing. You open your eyes slightly as you gaze over the dancing crowd. Most people are grinding against each other like animals in heat, though one guy is standing stiffly amidst the crowd.

His dark eyes lock with yours. A smirk plasters itself on your lips as you curl your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. The guy’s cheeks burn into a bright red as he takes quick strides towards you.

Once he’s close enough, you wrap your arms around his neck and press his body against yours. “Hey, handsome,” you say. His body stiffens as he looks down at you.

“Wanna dance with me?” you ask. He quickly nods as awkwardly places his hands on your hips. You move one hand from his neck to his ears, fingers carefully running over one of the pointy tips.

A whiney moan falls from his lips as he instinctively grabs onto your hips tighter. “I’m Tamaki,” he says. His deep voice sends heat to pool between your legs.

“I’m Y/n,” you say before turning around. He moans as you press your ass against his crotch. You can feel the muscles of his chest and abs against your back as you press yourself against him.

One of his hands travels down to press your hips against his while the other moves to caress your neck. His hips start to move against you, swaying in sync with yours.

You two stay like that for a while, grinding against each other to the beat of the songs playing. Your lustful dancing gets interrupted when a raven-haired man moves to dance in front of you.

Scarred skin adorned his face multiple piercings glow under the multi-coloured light. Three on his nouse and two on his bottom lip. His rough appearance makes you desperately want to press yourself against him, though he beats you to it.

He moves to press his hips against yours, his face moving to press itself into the crook of your neck. Burning lips press desperate kisses against your skin. His teeth drag themselves over your neck, earning whiney moans from you.

Tamaki groans with jealousy. You were dancing with him first, why is this guy suddenly getting all your attention? He moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

You feel like your on cloud nine as both men sandwich you between them. Your hips rut against Tamako’s while your hands caress the other men.

“I’m Dabi,” he says. Good, so he has a name. You moan out his name as he sucks on your neck. You’ll probably have some hickeys tomorrow but there’s nothing a good old turtleneck won’t cover.

The three of you get lost in the music, swaying and grinding against each other. The alcohol takes its full effect as your mind become fuzzy and warm. Movements blur together as all you can focus on become the feeling of both Tamaki’s and Dabi’s bodies pressed against yours.

Their hands roam over your body, grabbing and squeezing any flesh they can. You probably shouldn’t be dancing like this with strangers. But you knew their names, they aren’t strangers anymore, right?

You push your doubtful thoughts to the side as you press your ass against Tamaki. He groans into your ears and he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck. You look at Dabi with half-lidded eyes.

Mischief glints in his eyes before he reaches a hand out to cup your face. He pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his. The roughness of his lower lip compared to his pillowy upper one makes you moan into his mouth.

His tongue glides over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You place another sloppy kiss against his rough lips before letting your parts slightly. Dabi quickly pushes his tongue in, exploring your mouth.

You groan at his taste. Smokey yet fresh, like someone set a field full of mint ablaze. Tamaki pulls away from you slightly to enjoy the sight in front of him.

Dabi’s hungry hands running over your body and your needing whines. It almost feels wrong to watch you two. Tamaki pushes himself over the edge and starts to place wet kisses onto your neck. You moan at the feeling of his teeth scraping against your skin. He leaves hickey after hickey, not caring about who might see them.

Ecstasy runs through your veins. Your nerves are tingling at the touch of the two men. You’re pretty sure you’ve died and gone to heaven, that’s the only explanation for this divine feeling.

“Do-Do you want to get-fuck. Get out of here?” Tamaki says loud enough for both you and Dabi to hear. “M-My place is just around the corner.”.

You pull away from Dabi, letting your head rest against Tamaki’s chest instead. Nodding against him, you looking at Dabi. Lust clouds his azure as he licks his lips sinfully. “God, yes,” he growls. Tamaki locks his hand with yours while the other rests on Dabi’s shoulder. He drags both of you out of the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies bump into yours though you can’t bring yourself to care.

You don’t even register that you’ve left the party until the old night air hits your skin. Tamaki wraps his arm around your waist as he looks behind him for Dabi.

The raven-haired is fishing a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Tamaki sends him a sharp look though he only shrugs at it. He places a cigarette between his lips before taking lazy strides towards the two of you.

“Want one too, hotty?” he asks as he holds the carton out for you. You reach out to grab one but Tamaki slaps your hand away.

“Don’t,” he says lowly. His growly voice sends heat through your body. “I don’t need you two to smell like smoke.”.

Dabi rolls his eyes before stuffing the cigarette that was dangling from his lips back where it belonged. “You’re no fun,” he groans.

Tamaki simply shrugs before starting to walk towards his apartment. While he still has his arm around you, Dabi hand creeps down to rest in right against your ass. He gives it a squeeze earning a squeal from you and a chuckle from him.

You three remain relatively quiet for the rest of the walk. You bask in the fogginess the alcohol has left in your mind. A droopy smile adorns your lips and your steps are slightly wobbly, though you have Dabi and Tamaki to help you walk straight.

It’s only now that you see the flush on Tamaki’s skin and the haze in his eyes. He clearly had his fair share of drinks himself. And even though Dabi seems sober, the sticky sweet smell of weed wafting of him tells you differently.

Tamaki suddenly comes to a halt. He unwraps his arm from you and starts to fish his keys out of his pocket. Dabi takes this opportunity to smoothly press you against the wall. The cold bricks hit your burning skin.

His breath fans over your face. You try to push your lips against his but he just pulls away with a teasing grin. “Come on,” Tamaki says as he holds the door open for the two of you.

You stumble into the building. The hot air circulating through the house is a stark difference from that of the cold night. “Up the stairs,” Tamaki says with slurred words.

The three of you stumble of the steep staircase, praying to God that none of you trip and fall. You giggle to yourself as you think about how badly this situation can go. You, drunk off your ass in some strangers home.

Your worries get silenced when you see some of Tamaki’s roommates walking around the house. The fact that there are others around in case the two men have malicious intents makes your muscles relax.

That’s when you spot a familiar blond mop of hair. “Mirio?” you call out. Your tall friends turn around to face you. A girl with bright purple hair is clinging onto him, kissing up and down his neck. You had no clue when he left the club.

“Hey!” he says with a smile. “What are you doing here?”. His eyes dart over to Tamaki and Dabi stumbling up the

stairs after you. “Oh, I see. Have fun!”.

He sends you a wink before darting into his room with the girl. “Didn’t know you knew 'im,” you slur. Tamaki nods before pointing to a deep purple door, most likely his.

“I know him from school,” he says before striding over to his door and holding it open for you and Dabi. “And he’s my roommate.”.

Dabi darts past you and into the room. He lets himself fall down onto the small couch in Tamaki’s room. “Nice place you got here,” he says. “Real nice.”. His calloused fingertips run over the plush material of the couch.

Tamaki lays his hand on the small of your back before leading you into his room, closing the door behind him. Sweet citrus flows into your nose. His room is spotless. Light blue led lights illuminate the room.

“Want a drink?” he asks both of you before stumbling over to the mini-fridge standing beside his desk. You nod before walking over to the couch and letting yourself fall down next to Dabi.

Dabi wraps his arms around your shoulder and pulls you to lay comfortably against his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart calms you down even further.

Tamaki pulls three bottles of beer out of the fridge, holding them up in the air for you to see. Dabi nods approvingly prompting Tamaki to open the bottles up for you all.

The soft pops of the caps being removed sound through the room. After the bottles are opened he walks over to the couch. You greedily grab the ice-cold bottle out of his hands before he sits down himself, beside Dabi.

You take a sip of the beer, savouring the bitter tingle it leaves in your throat. Dabi takes a swig of the bottle as well while Tamaki keeps on staring at the bed in front of him.

“Got some music?” Dabi asks. Tamaki nods. He pulls his phone out, quickly connecting with the speakers in his room. He opens up Spotify before handing the phone to Dabi.

“Y-You choose,” he says before finally taking a sip of his beer. Dabi smirks as he browses through the app.

You perch up as familiar tunes start to fill the room. “Arctic Monkeys? Jezus christ, you’re predictable,” you say before taking another chug of your beer.

“Shut the fuck up. It’s good music. Besides,” Dabi says before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “It’s good music to fuck too.”.

Heat rushes up to your face. You already guessed that that was the reason why Tamaki asked you to go to his place. But Dabi confirming your suspicions still makes you get flustered.

Tamaki chokes on his beer as he hears Dabi talks. Dabi chuckles as he gives Tamaki’s back a couple of slaps. “There there, shy-boy,” he says. Tamaki holds his hand up to signal Dabi to stop. He obliges and leans back into the couch again.

It stays quiet for a moment as the three of you sip on your beers. Dabi’s hand slowly creeps up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh slightly.

“Bunny,” Tamaki says. You gulp at the nickname, fuck, is it hot. “Why don’t you come to sit on my l-lap for a bit?”. His dark eyes bore into yours. You nod before handing Dabi your beer.

His eyes are glued on your eyes as you crawl over him before sitting down on Tamaki’s lap. “You’re so pretty like this,” he says. Your skin is flushed, eyes droopy and smile loopy. One of his hands rests on your hip as the other moves to caress your cheek.

“You’re gonna be a good little bunny for us, right?” he asks as he glances over to Dabi. He is still sipping his beer while his eyes are focused on your hips and the way they subconsciously grind into Tamaki’s.

“If you don’t want this, just-just tell me,” Tamaki says. You shake your head as your hands move to play with Tamaki’s hair. “You gotta say it.”.

“I want this,” you say. A smile creeps up on Tamaki’s lips. He leans in closer. You quickly take the hint and press your lips against his.

The bitter of the beer he just drank still lingers on his lips. His lips move against yours softly and sloppily. His hand cups your cheek while yours tug softly on his hair.

He lets out a groan at a particularly harsh tug. Your hips grind into his on the beat of the music. Tamaki relishes in the heat radiating off your body. Your soft skin pressed against his, your sweet taste on his lips and fingers tugging on his hair.

Tamaki pulls away, earning a whine from you. “Fuck, bunny,” he groans out. Your hips don’t stop their movements even when you can feel him becoming hard under you. You let your head rest against Tamaki’s chest as you look at Dabi.

He is still holding onto a bottle of beer in one hand while the other is palming himself through his jeans. He licks his lip, running over the cold metal of his piercings.

“You two sure know how to put on a show,” he says. His voice borders a growl, making it all the hotter. You make grabby hands towards him.

Dabi obliges by placing his beer on the floor next to the couch and leaning forward until his body is pressed against Tamaki’s. He starts to run his hands over your body. His fingertips linger around your hips and thighs.

“Whatever will we do with you?” he asks while looking at Tamaki. The indigo-haired in question leans towards Dabi to whisper something in his ear.

All you can do is stay seated in Tamaki’s lap and grind your hips against his at an agonizingly slow pace. The small amount of friction goes straight to your stomach and helps to build up the knot forming.

Dabi smirks at Tamaki’s words before he stands up off the couch. “Baby,” he coons. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed and be nice and pretty for us?”. His cooky grin makes your heart skip a beat.

Tamaki nods at you as he lifts his hands off your body. With wobbly steps, you make your way over to the bed. You sit down on it, noting the plushness of the covers.

Dabi and Tamaki take their stand before you. They gaze down at you with lust in their eyes. “Think you can handle the two of us, baby?” Dabi asks. You nod at his words.

“Of course they can,” Tamaki adds. He takes a step closer to you to gently cup your cheek. You melt into his touch. God, you could stay like this forever. “You’ll be a good bunny for us, right?”.

“If not, we might have to punish you,” he adds, earning a chuckle from Dabi. You look up at the two men through your lashes. You can’t help but get turned on beyond belief at the sight of them. You’re in for a long night, that’s for sure.

❀Warning: Bad Grammar / Angst / Burning / Bad Language

❀A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just thought about this scenario and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Thought I could share it with y’all.

❀Words:247

❀Published:03.03.2021

This whole situation was just stupid. You where fighting over nonsense again. Normally you two would give each other the silence treatment for a few hours and that’s it, but this time it was somehow different.
“Everything would be so much easier if you weren’t clinging to me all the time, it’s fucking annoying!” Dabi screamed at you, blue flames coming up from his patched up skin.

That was a damn lie, he loved it when you would show him affection – but the anger got the best of him.

You immediately froze. Sure he could get mad sometimes, but never to the point where he would say such hurtful things to you. The feeling of disappointment spread over your whole body.
Disappointed in Dabi? Disappointed in yourself? Maybe with the whole situation you got yourself into.

Not knowing how to handle it any further you stormed of. All you wanted was some space right now.

Dabi grabbed you by your wrist.
“I swear I didn’t -”

You flinched away in pain. A sharp burn coming from your wrist. Dabi pulled away immediately, probably just as shocked as you were.

Looking at your wrist you were able to make out a red ring, right where Dabi grabbed it.
Not one of you said a word, just looking at your burned wrist.
After you realized what just happened you turned on your heel and left.
“It wasn’t on purpose.” he breathed, fully aware that you couldn’t hear him anymore.

❀Summary: Dabi having a mental breakdown – y/n trying her best to calm him down.

❀A/N: Sorry it’s a really short Imagine – maybe even only a Drabble lol, but I hope you still like it.

❀Pairings: Dabi x Reader

❀Warnings: Grammar Error / Angst / Blood / Bad Language / Kidnapping (idk) / little bit of Stockholm Syndrome (maybe)

❀Published:01.03.2021

❀Words:484

You woke up from a sudden bang. With a loud sight your eyes fluttered open, just to remember that you were still lingering at the run down LOV’s base. Laying on a hard wooden bed with only a blanked under you for at least a little bit of comfort. Starring up at the ceiling, a dim light was flickering right above you. Starting to stretch your tense back you could hear another loud bang and some mumbled but coarse screaming from the bathroom next to the room you were sleeping in.

Looking over to the undone bed in the corner, you noticed that Dabi was nowhere to be seen.

A loud shatter made you jump.
Was that some glass breaking?
You hopped from your bed and went straight for the bathroom door. Ignoring your inner voice that told you to knock, you opened the door ungraciously.

The scene in front of you made you freeze for a second.
Dabi was standing in front of a shattered mirror, blood dripping down into the sink. His hands were clashed on the edge of it.
He abruptly looked over to you which made you flinch. His full attention was on you now. The stitches in his face looked like the were torn open.
Did he do that to himself?

Grabbing a bigger piece of broken glass he threw it directly at you.
“Get the fuck out of here!”

You blocked the piece of glass from hurting your face with your arms.
“Stop that bullshit!” you said sternly “Did something happen? What’s going on?”
Normally Dabi would discipline you for talking to him like that, but this time he just growled.

“This is non of you businesses.”

His left hand wandered to his right wrist, scathing the already lose stitches open.
Oh, so he really did all that to himself.

You didn’t say anything. Not a single word. You just walked up to him from behind and wrapped your arms around his shaking body, blocking his arms from hurting himself even more.

It was obvious that Dabi could shake you off easily if he wanted to, but he didn’t move an inch.
“Why are you doing that?” he whispered with a raspy voice.

Why am I doing it? I shouldn’t care about him the way I do. I should hate him for kidnapping me. I should hate him for hurting me.

You definitely hated him in the beginning, but now? You weren’t sure. He was a fragment of your life for quiet a while now. Whether you wanted that was a whole different story.

Did I catch some kind of Stockholm Syndrome?

You couldn’t give Dabi an answer. So you just kept clinging on him for dear life until he stopped shaking and his breathing calmed down.
Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome, but maybe it’s just the pure affection you build up for the man in front of you.

I wrote this piece a long time ago, so if it sucks, blame past me.

Word count: 700

Requested: Nope, an old draft.

Info: Both y/n and Hawks are pro-heroes.

Warning: Fluff.

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You had been working with Hawks for a little over a year now.
In the start, Hawks would often be the one to train with you, and soon you both began joking around while training

It all started with him complimenting you for your speedy and reaction time. That’s when you decided to make a joke about you two being like predator and prey.

You don’t know why, but Hawks lost his shit.

Since you had a mouse quirk, you often had night parole. You would often show up to work, Hawks was about to leave. You two would always stop and chat with each other before you two went your separate ways.

Sometimes you and Hawks had parole together, it wasn’t very often, but when it happened, you two always had a blast.

It didn’t take long for you to develop a crush on Hawks.
Even though you’ve had a long and hard day, Hawks would always make it a little better.

If you two had parole together, and nothing was happening, you two would just be joking around.

And if anything did happen, but you two were too far away, Hawks wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up and fly you guys to the scene.

Even fighting, you two were good together. You would often distract the villain from the ground, while Hawks would attack from above.

There was one time when you got critically injured and were in the hospital for over a month. Even though you weren’t conscious for the whole time, you were told that Hawks would show up every day.
When you did gain your consciousness again, it didn’t stop Hawks from visiting you, and he would often make you had eaten and stayed hydrated.

After you had gotten out of the hospital, Hawks was a little more careful with you, but let you do your thing.
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You and Hawks were getting ready for night parole. You were getting your gear on and strapped in.

“Hawks! Are you almost ready?” You asked him.

“Yeah, almost, just wait for me a little longer.” Hawks shouted to you.

“Any longer and I might leave you behind!” You shouted.

“Nooo, don’t do that to me, y/n.” You heard Hawks whine.

“Haha, I’m kidding, of course, I’ll wait for you, bird brain.” You laughed. You sat down and decided to wait for Hawks. How come your hero costume looked so much more complicated, but it was always Hawks that took the longest time to get ready.

You looked around the room and spotted Hawks’ famous jacket hanging from a chair. You walked over and picked it up.

You just kind of looked at it, that was until you got an idea. You walked over to the nearest mirror and tried it on.

On Hawks, it just looked like a normal jacket, but on you, it just looked huge. At first, you just looked at yourself in awe. But then you decided to have some fun.

“I am the legendary Hawks! Catch me if you can, villain!” You said, and spread your arms out and pretended they were wings. You ran around the room pretending to be flying.

Meanwhile, Hawks had heard your shouting and decided to check up on you. The sight he was met with was not what he had expected.

“You think you can stop me! Fool, for I am the legendary Hawks!” You said and ran around the room again.

“Having fun are we?” You heard a very familiar voice ask you. Your whole face was placed, and you turned your face towards the voice.

“Oh hi Hawks, this is not what it looks like.” You felt your whole face become red.

Why? Maybe because you just embarrassed yourself in front of your crush.

“Now, because it looks like a little mouse has stolen my favorite jacket.” He said and backed you against a wall.  

“Now, what do you have to say for yourself.” Hawks asked you as he leaned in closer.

“Not today!” You shouted and escaped.

“Oh, so that’s how you play little mouse. Okay, I’m game.” Hawks smirked and chased after you.

Safe to say, parole could wait a little while longer.

Sero Hanta x Reader

Pairing: Sero Hanta x Gn!reader

Word Count: 2,812

Requested: Nope, came up with this on a whim.

Info: Quirkless college au, teeth rotting fluff. Reader is gender neutral

Warning: Nope.

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Another day, another boring lesson. What had he expected?

For Sero, it was just another day in his boring college life. Sero looked around, not interested in the lector anyway, and when he looked around he saw he wasn’t the only one.

As he looked around at the other students, his eyes finally landed on you. You sat at the end of the same row he was sitting in, still pretty far away from him.

Sero continued To stare at you, completely captivated by you. He looked at you as you kept looking up from your note blog, and down again, probably taking notes from this lesson.

Sero took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of you and sent it to his friends in their groupchat. He asked them if anyone knew who they were, sadly no luck. That was until Mina came through.

“Yeah, that y/n l/n, they’re in my morning class.” She wrote back to him.

Y/n l/n, huh. They even have a pretty name.

Sero continued texting his friends, that he didn’t notice his lector ending.

“Hey!” A voice rang out throughout the room. Sero looked up and saw no one around him.

“Class over, you can leave now,” His professor told him, and he gathered his things and hurried out of the room, hoping to catch one more glimpse of you. Sadly, he didn’t see you in the corridor. He looked at the picture he snapped of you and decided to talk to Mina later.

Some time went by, but he didn’t see you very often. Even when he did, he was with someone, or you were too far away.

Sero complained to his friends, telling them he wanted to get to know you more since you seemed nice.

“Oooh, does someone have a crush~” Mina teased him? He looked at her with a grumpy expression.

“No, I don’t have a crush on them, is there something wrong with wanting to get to know someone new.” Sero laid back in the beanbag and stared at the ceiling.

“Whatever you say, Hun.” Mina smiled to herself.

Even more, time went by where Sero couldn’t get closer to you, and it was driving him mad. At this point, he wanted so badly to just give up and move on with his life.

But as if fate had heard his frustration, they decided to have some mercy n him for once.

Here he was once again, same class, same professor, same boring student life. Sero was playing with his pen while trying his best to listen to his professor blabber on.

“All right class, partner up and get this project done, and I want it done by the end of this month.” The professor announced, and the unmotivated groans of students could he hard throughout the room.

Sero looked around for someone to partner up with, but he didn’t even get the chance to before he felt someone poke his shoulder.

He turned his head and almost fell out of his seat out of shock when he saw you standing before him.

“Hey, I saw you didn’t have a partner yet, So I wanted to ask if you wanted to partner up. Of course, you don’t have to if you already have someone in mind.” You told him.

“No! I mean Yes! I mean, I don’t have anyone in mind, so yes, we should partner up.” Sero chuckled nervously and tried to act naturally in front of you.

“Great! How about we meet up at the library after school, of course, only if you’re available.” Oh god, that smile. It almost melted his heart into a puddle.

“S-Sure, I’ve got nothing going after school. See you then, I guess.” Sero smiled back at you.

“Oh, by the way, my name is y/n l/n.” You introduced yourself. Even though he already knew your name, he didn’t mind hearing it again.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sero Hanta.” He reached out his hand, which you gladly took into your own, and shook his. Sero couldn’t help but feel like your hand felt like it fit so perfectly in his.

“All right Sero, I see you later at the library.” You smiled and began to leave, and Sero followed you with his gaze.

“After school at the library, don’t forget!” You turned and shouted at him, showing him one of your lovely smiles once again before leaving.

Sero couldn’t vibe that dorky smile off of his face, that was until he remembers he didn’t know what the project was about. He groaned and slammed his head against the table.

Whatever, he still got to see you after school, he just hoped you wouldn’t be too mad when he told you.

The rest of the day seemed to move too slow for Sero’s liking, and when school was finally, he shoved everything into his bag and walked as fast to the library. On his way there, he saw Denki.

“Hey man, where are going?” Denki asked him, but Sero didn’t even stop to tell him.

“Sorry bro, I have to study, see you later.” He waved at Denki and continued to walk towards the library. He soon reached the library and saw you standing outside waiting for him.

“Hey!” He called out, and you turned your attention towards him and smiled at him. Sero could’ve melted into a puddle right then and there, but he carried on towards you.

“Hey, you made it” You greeted him.

“Sorry, did I make you wait long?” He asked you.

“No, I barely just got here before you showed up.” You shook your head.

“Oh, here before I forget.” You handed him a coffee.

“For some extra energy.” You winked at him, and Sero felt as if someone has shot him through his heart.

“T-Thanks, I pay you back some time.” Sero gladly took the coffee from your hand, feeling your soft hand brushes up against his own.

“It’s okay, that one is on me, come on, let’s get this project started.” You walked into the library and Sero followed right after you.

“Okay, I got everything ready, where do you wanna start?” You asked him as you both sat down.

“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t listening when our professor announced the project, so I don’t know what we’re doing.” Sero rubbed his neck and tried to avoid eye contact with you.

You looked at him for a second before bursting out laughing and being shushed by the surrounding people.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.” You dried your tears.

“I just didn’t think anyone else besides me thought the classes were boring.” You admitted.

“But I see you taking notes all the time.” Sero pointed out.

“That’s because my friend is too lazy to get up, so she begs me to notes for her. I swear one day I’m not doing it.” Sero chuckled at your explanation.

“Anyway, let’s get started, I’ll explain along the way.” You said, and you both began with the easy things, working your way through.

After a few hours of studying, you both agreed to stop for today before it got too late.

“Well, I think we got a good done for today, don’t you think?” You asked him.

“Definitely. Hey, thank you for not getting mad at me for not knowing what we’re were doing.” Sero thanked you.

“Oh, that was nothing. I think I would be in the same boat if I didn’t take notes for my friend.” You smiled as you packed the last of your things.

“Hey, before I forget, can I get your number, so we can keep in contact?” Sero asked you.

“Sure! I don’t see why not, you seem like a nice guy. I would like to get to know you more.” You said and wrote down your number and a piece of paper. Sero hoped you couldn’t see him blushing.

“Cool, I would like to get to know you better too.” Sero smiled at you, and you were sure you could feel one of Cupid’s arrows shot through your heart.

“Here you go, What do you say, same time tomorrow?” You asked him as you handed your number over to him.

“Sounds good to me,” Sero said and looked at your number before stuffing it in his pocket for the time being.

“Cool.” You said and got up, and Sero followed suit and followed you to the library entrance.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sero said.

“Definitely, and I’m looking forward to spending more time with you. See you tomorrow.” you waved at him as you walked away.

Sero smiled and fished out his phone and your number and put your number into his phone.

As you walked back to your dorm, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You fished it out and looked at the screen.

“I look forward to spending more time with you, too. - Sero” It was a message from Sero. You smiled and quickly saved his number to your phone. You smiled the rest of your walk back.

Throughout the month, you and Sero met up at the library to finish your project together. Even though you two worked on the project and got much of it done, sometimes you just ended up talking. Sero would often talk about his friends and the crazy things they have done, which in turn would often make you laugh.

Once again, you and Sero were studying at the library, but this time you ended up meeting later since one of your classes dragged out.

Sero felt his phone buzz and fished it out of his pocket. Turned out it was a message from Denki.

“Hey, we’re getting pizza, wanna come with us?” Denki had asked him.

“Hey?” Sero called out to you, and you looked up from your computer.

“Yes?” You answered.

“My friends are getting pizza, wanna tag along with us?” Sero asked you.

“Oh god yes, I’m starving at this point.” You said and slumped backward in your chair. Sero chuckled and texted his friend back.

“Sure, I’m taking y/n with me, we’re both pretty hungry.” Sero texted.

“Oooh; Are we finally gonna meet your lover.” Denki teased Sero.

“They’re not my lover.” Sero texted him back.

“Not yet, at least ;)” Denki texted Sero. Sero was about to write back when he felt you poke his back.

“I’m ready when you are, which I hope is soon.” You smiled as you stood beside him.

“I’m ready. Let’s get something to eat.” Sero said, and you both met up with his friends on the way. After being introduced to all his friends, you went to buy the pizzas and afterward went to his friend Bakugou’s place.

During the whole evening, you talked and made jokes as you all ate. After eating, you all sat down and Sero’s friend began talking about all the crazy shit they had done in the past.

You had sat down beside Sero, and as his friends continued talking, you rested your head on his shoulder. Sero froze for a second, before relaxing again and slowly placing an arm around your shoulder.

As the night got closer, the more tired you got. At some point, you decided to go home, before it was too late.

“I’d better get home, I have school tomorrow.” You got up and Sero followed you.

“Let me walk you back to your dorm,” Sero said.

“You don’t have to do that Sero, I’ll be fine on my own.” You reassured him, but Sero wanted none of that.

“I insist, not that I was gonna back down on my offer.” Sero smiled at you.

“Oh, Okay. Bye, everyone! Thank you for tonight!” You shouted to the others.

“Bye y/n, please come hang out with us again,” Mina told you.

“Oh definitely, I need to hear more stories about Sero’s skateboard adventures.” You laughed.

“Okay, I think you’ve had your fun for tonight, see you later guys.” Sero bid his friends goodbye.

You laughed as Sero walked you home.

“I hope you had a good time tonight, certainly seemed like you did.” Sero grinned.

“Are you kidding, that’s the most fun I’ve had in a while, plus I made some new friends.

"Well, I’m glad you and my friends get along, makes things a whole lot easier.” Sero slung his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to himself.

“Oh, absolutely.” You smiled and placed your left hand on his arm. You two soon reach your dorm.

“Well. I guess I’ll see you after school tomorrow.” You said and turned towards Sero.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there as always,” Sero reassured.

“Great, see you tomorrow.” You said but before you could ever your dorm, you felt Sero pull you towards him. You soon felt his soft lips on yours.

You were shocked but melted into the kiss, gripping onto his jacket to steady yourself. Your lips melted together so perfectly, you didn’t want to pull away, but nothing lasted forever.

Sero pulled away and smiled at you.

“See you tomorrow, beautiful,” Sero said and pulled away from you. You watched him walk away, you waited until you couldn’t see him anymore before you decided to go inside.

The next day at the library was unusually quiet between the both of you. Not because you didn’t want today anything, but because of the event happening last night. The both of you kept stealing glances at each other, catching each other in the act a few times, which lead to blushing faces.

Along the way, Sero must have gotten some more courage, because you felt his foot poke at yours and intertwine his legs with yours. You looked up at him, and he flashed you a shy smile. You smiled back at him and let his foot slowly caress your leg.

Though things were awkward for a little while, things went back to normal, well as normal as they could be.

The end of the month was getting closer and closer, and you and Sero were practically done with your project, you were just adjusting it at this point. The thought of you and Sero not spending as much time anymore made you sad, especially of how much you had fallen in love with him during all of this.

But you weren’t the only one saddened by the thought of you two spending less time together. Sero wanted to keep spending more time with you even outside of school. He wanted to take you out on dates, maybe even teach you how to skate since you had shown an interest in it.

It was the last week before the project had to be turned in, and you and Sero had just finished your project. You were standing outside the library saying goodbye to each other.

“Hey, I hope we can like to hang out even after this, you’re a cool person,” Sero said as he held your hand in his.

“I would love to, maybe we have more time since we don’t have a huge project stopping us from doing it.” You smiled as you swung your hands gently back and forth.

“Haha, Yeah we probably do.” Sero laughed. Silence fell over the two of you until you decided to speak.

“Well, see you tomorrow, I guess.” You said and let go of his hand, his hand missing your warmth the second your hand left his.

“Yeah, see you,” Sero said and looked at your figure becoming smaller and smaller with each step you took.

‘It’s now or never.’ Sero thought and pulled out his phone.

You felt your phone buzzing and you pulled it out only to see you got a text from Sero. You opened it and the words “Be Mine.” filled your vision.

You turned around to see if Sero was still there, and there he still stood staring at you. You could feel the adrenaline kick in and you began running towards him.

Sero opened his arms, and you ran straight into them, locking your arms around him. You both hugged each other tightly, never wanting to let each other go.

You could feel tears fall down your cheeks from the pure happiness you were feeling.

“So what do you say? Wanna be mine forever?” Sero asked you.

“What do you think idiot, yes, like a million times yes.” You said and looked at him.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go.” Sero smiled and planted his lips on yours. You wrapped your around his neck and returned the kiss.

You both pulled away and looked at each other. You both smiled and leaned both your foreheads together, enjoying the euphoria you both were feeling.

You couldn’t think of anyone else you would rather be together with right now than your partner: Sero Hanta.

Mirio X gn!reader

I wanna wish you guys happy holidays, and a Happy New Year when we get so far. Here’s to hoping 2022 will be better.

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Pairing: Older!Mirio Togata x gn!reader

Word Count: 700

Requested: No

Warning: Nope, just Mirio being a loveable idiot.

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This is set in the far future. Mirio is a pro-hero, and you and he have been dating for the past year. The both of you are on your way to Mirio’s place to have dinner with him.

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You sat in the passenger seat as Mirio drove the car to his dad’s place. His dad had called earlier in the week and invited both of you to dinner. It was snowing while you drove, but nothing too bad. It had been snowing almost all week, and now a thick layer of snow had laid itself on the roads.

You two arrived at his place, and Mirio turned off the car and got out of the car, and walked around to help you out. You walked around to the trunk and fished out a box of cookies you had brought along as thanks. Mirio wanted to carry them for you, but you told him you got it.

Along the way, Mirio started flailing around, and then fall onto the icy ground. You looked at him for a second, but then you cracked a smile and began laughing. Mirio began laughing too at the situation. He tried to get up but ended up falling again, which made you laugh even harder. So hard you started to lose your balance too.

While trying to keep your balance and balance the cookies, mirio tried to get up and help you but fell on the ground again. You tried to keep your balance, it was a battle you had lost from the beginning You fell on your butt, and the cookies landed beside you. You sat there stunned and stared at nothing in particular, and just tried to process what just happened. Mirio stared at you, worried that you had hurt yourself.

That was until you burst out laughing at what had happened. It wasn’t long before Mirio joined you. You tried to stand up but found that standing with your hands still on the ground was a little easier.

“Grab my hand y/n.” Mirio reached his hand out to you. You carefully grabbed his hand, while having the other one on the ground still.

“Okay, now try to give me your other hand.” Mirio smiled.

“Easier said than done.” You laughed and grabbed his other hand. Mirio slowly pulled your hands onto his shoulders.

“Okay, what now?” You asked.

“I have no idea,” Mirio said. You tried to look at him the best you could, and he looked at you. You both burst out laughing. After a good minute, you two quiet down.

“Okay, I’ll try to walk backward, so hold on,” Mirio told you, and you tighten your grip on his shoulders.

“Please, Mirio, be careful.” You told Mirio as you felt him slowly walk backward.

“Don’t worry y/n, see it’s fine-” As Mirio was reassuring you, you felt him bump into something, and slowly begin to fall backward.

“Mirio!” You shouted as he pulled you down with him. With a thud, you two landed on the hard and frozen ground. You landed on top of him.

“Mirio! Are you okay?!” You quickly got off of it. You felt one of Mirio’s hands on your back.

“I’m fine, but what about you? Are you okay? Did you hit your head?” Mirio asked you. You stared at him for a second and then began laughing.

“You idiot, I’m fine. You should worry more about yourself.” You said and laid your head on his chest.

“As long as you’re okay, I’ll be fine.” Mirio laughed and placed his hand on your head.

“You cheeseball, let’s get up and not fall this time.” You said and started to crawl away from the icy spot. Mirio followed your lead. You both Finally stood up, slowly, as to not fall again. Mirio retrieved the cookies for you.

“Shall we go?” You smiled at Mirio and took his hand into yours, Mirio smiled at you and nodded. You walked towards his dad’s place, careful not to fall this time.

What you didn’t know is that Mirio’s dad had been watching the whole ordeal go down. If he didn’t think you were perfect for Mirio, he thought you knew.

Or Tomorrow Night

“I don’t want to be alone tonight” + falling asleep on them

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Word Count: 720

A/N: it’s my first time participating in a BNHArem server collab! This month’s theme is all Bakugou Katsuki and everyone has put out some really wonderful work! It’s a Pro Hero AU and I hope you enjoy this lil drabble <3

Masterlist

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” is what he desperately wants to tell you. Perhaps something along the lines of pleading for you to stay with him as the both of you stand at the entrance of the agency where you would normally each go your own way to your respective homes. Anything that could express that he doesn’t want to be separated from you ever, really, but tonight his resistance to that desire has all but vanished. However, as much as he’s made progress, he’s still the emotionally constipated Bakugou you know.

Thankfully, the feeling’s mutual and you can read him better than any telepath. You’re the one who ends up saying those words with your head hung as your battered hand pathetically latches onto the sleeve of his sweater. You thought you’d be too tired to feel ashamed and embarrassed to be a pro hero looking like a scared child.

You’re fully prepared for him to scoff at the sight and stubbornly refuse in spite of himself, but instead he lets out a grunt that’s somehow gentle, takes your hand in his larger one, and begins to lead the way to his apartment.

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You’re sitting next to each other on the couch of his surprisingly really well decorated living room with the television playing a random sitcom that you’ve long tuned out. Neither of you has uttered a word since the agency and you’re okay with that. But despite being right next to him you still feel alone.

It’s a strange limbo to be stuck in; exhausted and completely drained, yet unable to fall asleep. You don’t know what you were expecting as you hadn’t thought past him even staying with you after the day you’ve both had. But you were hoping to at the very least be able to get some rest before having to head out to work in the morning and doing it all over again. Was it foolish of you to think that you might feel less lonely if he took pity on you and—

Your downward spiral is interrupted by Bakugou’s strong arm pulling you to his side. Eyes widening ever so slightly, you glance up to meet vermillion eyes framed by dark circles to match your own. As he sinks the both of you further into the couch, you realize how truly tense and absolutely beat up you are from your day.

Calloused fingertips push stray hairs away from your face and relief begins to outweigh the surprise you feel at his tender actions. Apparently that relief finds company with an overwhelming wave of emotions that have gone under months of repression. “I-I’m s-sorr— I don’t want to be alone—”

“You’re not going to be. I’m not leaving you tonight.” His hoarse voice is a half whisper as he wipes away ghost tears you wish would just fall. Bakugou figures his pride has already been checked at the door and now just isn’t the time to battle against his desire to convey to you that he never wants to leave your side. But he’s still him, so it’s with lightly flushed cheeks that he averts his eyes and says, “Y-You don’t have to be alone tomorrow night either.”

You use the last of your energy to offer a smile of affirmation before letting yourself collapse into him. The steady sound of his beating heart helps you exit the limbo as you find yourself in a more peaceful place. The irony of a hero finally being able to feel safe doesn’t escape you, but neither does the warmth of the person who allows you to feel it. Careful hands caress your face and hair in soothing movements as the motion of Bakugou’s rhythmic breathing provides you with more comfort than a mother rocking her child to sleep.

“Thank you, Katsuki,” you breathe out as you finally surrender yourself to slumber.

Bakugou finds solace in the fact that you’re blind to the heat that finds its way to the tips of his ears at the sound of your voice saying his given name. He leans down to press his lips to the crown of your head, a show of affection which he will swear up and down never happened when the two of you find yourselves in the same situation the next day.

Request: Todoroki’s s/o gets hurt during the Overhaul Fight? Like they’re with Midoriya and get really hurt while trying to save Eri. And Todoroki is worried, pacing back and forth because his s/o was at Nighteye’s internship as well. When everyone comes back he just sees his s/o all bandanged up. Fluff at the end please!

A/N: I oddly enough haven’t written many imagines for our much beloved Shoto, I mean he’s my favorite character and there is so much potential. So I’m glad to be writing for him again. Even though I got this request forever ago, and have been putting it off.

Shoto had been very personally disappointed with himself when he failed his provisional license exam, it was a major setback to his goals and it was a bhumiliatinging to be one of the only two students who failed the exam. Now, he would have to take remedial courses to be able to retake the exam, and he would only get his license weeks, if not months, after his classmates. 

It was in those moments of disappointment that he was glad to have (Y/N), who always knew when he was upset and how to make him feel better.

“You’re gonna catch up in no time,” she assured him, “and you said you felt bad for how you treated that super intense guy from Shiketsu during the recommendation exam. Now you have the chance to let him know the real you, and not the cold, dismissive person you were then.”

Shoto was resting on your lap, the way he always liked at the end of the day, with her hand absentmindedly tossling in his dual-colored locks. Truth be told, he was so relaxed he could only hear half of what she was saying.

“Was I really that bad?”

“Kinda, but you had your reasons,” (Y/N) explained, running her hand under his bangs and over the skin of his forehead, lightly over the burn skin of his left side. “And you’re amazing now, so you don’t have to worry about winning this guy over. You managed to win me over. I know you’ll do your best.”

Shoto felt better about his remedial courses now, he took (Y/N)’s words to heart, and was prepared to try his hardest to catch up to her and the rest of his classmates. And he didn’t have to do them alone, he would have Bakugou in those classes, even if they didn’t particularly get along with each other, and he would have a chance to reconcile with Inasa. And then he would come back to the dorms and get to tell her all about it. It would all be okay.

That was what he thought, however (Y/N) seemed to have other plans. While most of their classmates weren’t planning to do anything with their new licenses yet, a few of them decided to actually apply for work studies, and (Y/N) was one of them. She was going to the Nighteye agency with Midoriya and one of the Big Three, Mirio. Which meant he wouldn’t see her for long stretches of time.

He wasn’t upset. Or at least he tried not to appear so when he heard her and Midoriya talking excitedly about it. It was easy to cover up with his usual stoic expressions. Shoto didn’t know much about being a boyfriend, or anything about relationships in general, but what he had learnt was that being too possessive was frowned upon. He was happy for her to have this opportunity; in the same way that if he had his license, he would have done the work study as well, and he would have wanted the same support.

The issue was that between his remedial courses and her work study, he wasn’t sure when they would have time for each other after classes when they could actually spend time together for the next couple of weeks. 

She held his right hand. He knew she would usually prefer the left side, it was warmer and people usually don’t like to hold cold hands. But it was still summer, even if it was starting to fleet somedays. They were sitting on one of the benches on campus right as they got out of class, somewhere private away from the dorm where they could just be with each other.

(Y/N) held his single hand in both of hers, letting his body temperature cool her from the hot sun and humid climate. One hand held his palm firmly, so it wouldn’t fall out of her grasp, and the other traced over his fingers and the backside of his hand absentmindedly. Shoto released all control to her, he didn’t care which hand she wanted to hold or how she did it, he just wanted her to keep holding his hand for as long as possible.

“It’s going to be okay,” she spoke, “it’s only for a little bit of time, and then we’ll both be back to normal when my work study is done and you get your license. We’ll still see each other at lunch and in class, and I’ll text you.”

Shoto didn’t know what to say. That he didn’t think it was going to be okay. That this wasn’t a little bit of time, it was going to be at least a month for your work study and he would notice that you were gone. And he would miss you. 

Instead he said, “okay.”

Shoto had hated many versions of himself over the years, and now he hated himself in that moment too for once again being too inept to actually tell someone how he was feeling and instead swallowing it.

He should have said something, although he’s sure that wouldn’t have changed anything about either of their decisions, it would only lead to a fight. And Shoto would do anything to avoid getting into a fight. Why end up in a fight if he wasn’t going to get to see her anyways? At least this way she would be happy to see him when they could make time for each other.

For the first week, it was the way (Y/N) promised it would be.

Nothing was too different from how it used to be. At least, during the early hours of the days until they were done with classes. That remained unchanged. It was the time after their classes and during the weekends where the change became most evident, especially as the weeks dragged on.

At first she kept true to her promise to text him often. Shoto’s communication skills remained poor even when it text form, usually sending curt responses with unnecessarily formal structure and grammar. When he would be sitting in his dorm room, meant to be studying or socializing with his classmates, he was instead awaiting any news from (Y/N), as if she only existed on his phone. At first she would send long text messages with meaningful words of affirmation, and then with time, Shoto would get emojis that he didn’t understand.

And none of them were adequate substitutes for actually having (Y/N) there with him. No matter what thoughtful messages she could send that would have the same impact as when she just held his hand, or the way she looked at him. And the emojis of kissy faces only irritated him with empty promises.

Shoto began to feel as the weeks pass that the withdrawal is beginning to affect him more than just clinginess. Suddenly, Shoto will begin feeling jealous when he sees (Y/N) spending lunch with Midoriya, talking about their work study, and having to keep secrets surrounding it together. Shoto knows it’s wrong. He trusts both of them with his life, they are two of the most important people in his life, his partner and his best friend. But he can’t help but wish that he was the one who was doing the work study with her.

The days continue to pass, the messages have all but stopped, they have at least ceased to actually make him feel any better. Shoto just feels himself waiting around all day and wondering what she’s doing that she can’t talk to him about and what he isn’t allowed to ask about. 

He would have liked to believe he was someone who could always compose himself with the utmost level-headedness and decorum. However, that would have been an untrue statement and he grew to regret his behavior.

“I’m sorry!” (Y/N) was out of breath and exhausted, unable to control her volume and she ended up screaming her apology. Shoto barely looked up at her from where he sat, using his spare time to write another letter for his mother. She placed her things down and closed the door. “I didn’t mean to be late.”

“And yet, you are,” he whispered.

(Y/N) heard him, he could see it in the corner of his eye. Her lips moved into a frown, his snippy comment hurt her, but she didn’t address it, trying to let it roll down her back and not sour their evening. Well, thirty minutes before lights out. She got down on her knees at sat across from him.

Shoto would have embraced her before, he would have let her hold him until she was forced to leave his room. Before they entered this period where things felt awkward between the two of them. (Y/N) was clearly feeling the same way, sitting across from him instead of nestling at his side. It had been this way, a result of the bitterness and neglect over the past few weeks. 

Instead, he ignored her to remain focused on his note. She had left him waiting for more than an hour, sitting patiently like a dog waiting for their owner to come home. Now, he was doing something else and frustrated. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, either because he was too angry or afraid that looking at her would make his anger fade away and he would simply forgive and forget.

(Y/N) was quickly fed up with the silent treatment. “I didn’t do it on purpose. And I’m here now, so what’s the big deal? Come on, we only have a few minutes, I don’t wanna–”

“Then you should just go,” Shoto interrupted her. It slip out of his mouth without thought. But he knew that was how he felt in the moment. Shoto peaked up from his paper to see her expression. She was surprised with how blunt he was, and his words hurt her and she wasn’t unable to let them roll over her. (Y/N)’s lips quivered, as if she was going to say something, maybe argue with him.

Instead she rose to her feet. “Fine.”

Shoto hadn’t spoke to her since that exchange. Three days passed by without another word between them. Even with how busy they had both been recently, they had never gone a day without some form of communication. There were no more texts, they didn’t walk to class together, or sit together at lunch, and (Y/N) hadn’t returned to his room since he told her to leave.

In the moment, he had wanted (Y/N) to leave his room. He didn’t want to fight, and if she stayed that was exactly what they would have done. Shoto imagined he would get some rest and then wake up with all his frustrations gone and the two would return to the same state of bliss their relationship had always had. However, when he woke up the next morning and didn’t see any messages from her.

When he left for class, he didn’t think to go by her room. If she didn’t want message him, then he wasn’t going to bother to see if she wanted to walk to class together. And it continued like that throughout the day, into the next and the one after that. (Y/N) and Shoto ignored each other, as if not a month ago they weren’t attached at the hip.

\ the original prompts from this snippet series came from @creativepromptsforwriting​ from a post i found on pintrest. i want to get a little more creative than just responding to requests, and doing some projects that keep me engaged in writing, so i hope you enjoy the snippets \

i. smiling at each other without reason

Without a single thought, Shoto Todoroki would look across the room to you.

ii. listening to each other rant

Katsuki Bakugou was sure that anger and frustration was just his natural state. Only in the circumstances where he is completely alone that he finds himself at any state of calm. When the pressures of the world and presence of others is removed can he focus on himself and his emotions.

iii. caring about each other’s health

For someone like Mirio Togata, who gave his all in everything he does, to forget all sense of self-preservation. In the moment, his thoughts are always about the other person before he even stops to consider himself and his needs.

iv. lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

She hadn’t always been an affectionate person. Not when she used to have to suppress who she truly was, having to pretend to be someone else made it hard to express herself in authentic ways. But thankfully, she was free to be herself, and let all her love out. Now, Himiko Toga was obsessed with affection.

v. writing each other notes

You had first slipped a note into his shoe locker before class, thinking he would find it cute. Hitoshi Shinsou had given you love letters before confessing. He was too shy to speak to you then, surprisingly. But now you communicated openly, no need for anonymity. So it was surprising to find a letter from you.

vi. giving small gifts without special occasion

This wasn’t the first time Momo Yaoyorozu had gone out of her way to give you something out of the blue. While you usually reserved gift giving for holidays like Valentine’s Day or Christmas, and of course birthdays, Momo seemed to believe that there didn’t have to be certain days to bestow gifts to you.

vii. making sure to spend quality time together

With great power comes great responsibility. Which also meant that Izuku Midoriya was always stretched impossibly thin. Between classes and training, and the impossible weight of expectations, it was difficult to find time for himself and the things he wanted to do.

viii. showing interest in each other’s interests

There wasn’t much that Tomura Shigaraki liked in the world. He couldn’t even manage to think of enough things to count on his hand, of all the things he genuinely liked. Rather, he could only really think about what hated and what he didn’t hate. And the two things he didn’t hate were video games and you.

ix. supporting each other 

What is having a girlfriend if not having the best cheerleader of all time? That was basically what you got when you started dating Ochaco Uraraka. It didn’t matter what you did, you could always count on her to not only have your back but hype you up.

x. caring about each other’s lives outside of the relationship

It was so easy to get caught up in each other. No one could ever accuse Eijiro Kirishima of not being passionate. Everything he did, he approached it with an open heart and extreme enthusiasm. He gave everything a hundred percent, and that included Eijiro’s relationship with you.

xi. doing something nice for each other

Often times Tamaki Amajiki just seemed unable to get out of his own head. His anxiety and self-doubts would take over and he would basically shut down. It was almost debilitating sometimes. Truly he didn’t get enough credit for how functional he could be all things considered. And through it all, he had you.

xii. taking their load off of them

You placed your hands onto his shoulder. Shouta Aizawa leaned into your touch, his fingers pinching his tired eyes and the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t even look at the screen anymore, it was painful.

love language — supporting each other

What is having a girlfriend if not having the best cheerleader of all time? That was basically what you got when you started dating Ochaco Uraraka. It didn’t matter what you did, you could always count on her to not only have your back but hype you up.

Whether you pass the test. “That’s amazing! You seriously so smart, (Y/N). I can’t believe I’m dating a genius.” With only a hint of sarcasm. Or if you fail the test. “We can study together! I know you’ll do better next time. Your awesome and super smart.” That time it’s all genuine support and sincere.

If you want to try a new style, like a shocking new hairstyle. Cutting it super short, braids, dying it, doesn’t. Ochaco will blush and talk about how pretty you are, stumbling over her words and floating away.

No matter what you want to do, Ochaco is there with a bright smile and positive energy. If you want to try a new hobby, she is there to support you. Cheering you on and there to help if you need her. Even if she can’t be there with you physically, she is always there in spirit. And blowing up your DMs with encouragement.

“You got this, sweetie!”

And you return that unconditional support. Especially when you cheer her own when she’s kicking ass.

love language — doing something nice for them

Often times Tamaki Amajiki just seemed unable to get out of his own head. His anxiety and self-doubts would take over and he would basically shut down. It was almost debilitating sometimes. Truly he didn’t get enough credit for how functional he could be all things considered. And through it all, he had you.

“Where are we going, (Y/N)?” He whispered, you held his hand in a firm grip and as usual he let you lead. But now he was unsure, as you weren’t in your usual date locations that were familiar and predictable.

You turned and smiled at him, “a surprise, and were almost there, so no complaining.”

Tamaki remembered how the day started. He was in a bad mood, he had embarrassed himself in class during an oral presentation, and he wanted to spend the weekend hiding away from the world. But as his loving partner, you had other ideas and dragged him out of the dorms for a very special date, apparently.

Finally you arrived at the mystery date spot, after walking down a seemingly endless path in the middle of nowhere. It was a glass green house of some sort. You opened the door and ushered him in.

All around you in a glass room was the bright and blue sky, the bright greens of the plants and colorful flowers, but most incredible of all were the dozens of butterflies that flew around the green house. Tamaki had never seen so many butterflies together in one place. It was just the two of you, surrounded by Tamaki’s favorite thing in the world.

“I thought a trip to a private little butterfly sanctuary would put a smile on your face,” you tease, playfully.

Tamaki felt a smile return to his face for the first time that day, staring at those butterflies and then finally at you. How you always knew how to get him out of his own head and out into the world was amazing. Tamaki couldn’t imagine a bad day without you.

love language — caring about each other’s health

For someone like Mirio Togata, who gave his all in everything he does, to forget all sense of self-preservation. In the moment, his thoughts are always about the other person before he even stops to consider himself and his needs.

It was probably one of his worst traits. But he thought it was one of the things that made him a great hero.

But you would have to disagree as someone who cared quite a great deal for his well-being.

When he was placed in the hospital, it felt as if everything in his body was broken. But he comforted himself with the fact that there was nothing broken that couldn’t be fixed. All except one thing. But he tried his best to not dwell on that, he made his decision and he would make it again every single time.

The only thing that hurt was seeing you upset. When he opened his eyes, there you were with tears in your eyes with a million concerns and fears. You were angry at his recklessness but you were gentle with his injuries, making sure no to hurt him more.

“I’m okay, (Y/N),” he assured you. He pulled you into an embrace, even though it hurt his ribs to sit up, it was worth it to hold you. “I promise.”

“No, you’re not,” you chuckled, pushing him back onto the bed, moving to sit beside him to hold him in a more comfortable position. “But you’re gonna be.” That was a promise.

love language — giving small gifts without special occasion

“You didn’t have to get my anything.” Humble as ever, though your fingers were reaching for the neatly wrapped gift that your girlfriend cradled gently.

This wasn’t the first time Momo Yaoyorozu had gone out of her way to give you something out of the blue. While you usually reserved gift giving for holidays like Valentine’s Day or Christmas, and of course birthdays, Momo seemed to believe that there didn’t have to be certain days to bestow gifts to you.

You would feel terrible, if Momo wasn’t the girl who had everything but could also make anything.

No, gift giving was something that Momo liked to give rather than receive. Because there was nothing that you could give her that she wanted more than what you already provided her with. Something intangible, without a price and without effort. And she hoped that she gave that same feeling to you, and one of the ways she communicated that was with lavish presents.

“I wanted to,” Momo swore, handing the box to you, your hands resting over each other, her thumbs running over yours. “I saw it and thought of you.”

You leant forward and pressed a peck against her lips, the tall girl’s face turned a tint more flush than usual. “Thank you,” you took the box from her and rested it in your lap, and she watched anxiously as you unwrapped the present, waiting for your reaction.

Although, you both already knew how you felt about the gift, because it came from someone who you already knew how you felt about.

love language — taking their load off of them

It just felt there was too much sometimes. He supposed everyone felt that way sometime. Like there was no point in starting when the finish line seemed impossibly far away. And after a week of teaching, meetings, and patrolling, the idea of going over his lesson plans for the upcoming week was insurmountable.

You placed you hands onto his shoulder. Shouta Aizawa leanedinto your touch, his fingers pinching his tired eyes and the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t even look at the screen anymore, it was painful.

“You need to rest,” you whispered.

He groaned, it was so tempting especially when you rubbed his shoulders, melting the tension away, “I can’t. I have to check through this and—”

“And you have been working yourself to the death all week. You deserve to take some rest. It’s the only way that you’ll be able to give it your best.” You were right again, more than he would like to admit. You leant down and pressed a kiss to his dark hair. “I can check through it for you, and if there are any problems, I can take care of them. It’ll be okay.”

He surrendered to your wise words. “Thank you.”

“No problem, now go and take a nap,” you ordered, playfully, reaching over and taking his laptop from him. He knew that you would do as you said you would and he knew you would do it well. It made it so easy for him to finally relax, knowing that he could trust it all with you.

love language — caring about each other’s lives outside of the relationship

It was so easy to get caught up in each other. No one could ever accuse Eijiro Kirishima of not being passionate. Everything he did, he approached it with an open heart and extreme enthusiasm. He gave everything a hundred percent, and that included Eijiro’s relationship with you.

When he saw you, Eijiro couldn’t help but want to embrace you like a child would a stuffed animal. He would pick you up like something precious and didn’t want to let go. The two of you would remain in your disgustingly affectionate couple bubble. But eventually you two would have to pull apart.

And you both had lives outside of each other as well.

So, he would pick you up, and give you a little spin, before burying his face into your hair. And when he finally put you down, looking at your perfect face, he would ask you, “how was your day?”

Eijiro wanted to know everything about you. No detail was too small that he didn’t become completely invested in. Whether it was a conversation you had with your friends, something you learnt in class, or just your latest obsession in television or social media. If it was something you were interested in, then Eijiro wanted to know everything about it.

And everyday was the same. He never wanted to stop asking you about your day, and getting the chance to be more interested in you and know you better.

love language — lots of innocent and not so innocent touches

She hadn’t always been an affectionate person. Not when she used to have to suppress who she truly was, having to pretend to be someone else made it hard to express herself in authentic ways. But thankfully, she was free to be herself, and let all her love out. Now, Himiko Toga was obsessed with affection.

Well, she was obsessed with being physically affectionate with you.

Interlocking your pinkies whenever you two would walk somewhere, she found it so much cuter than just holding hands. Holding your cute little pinkie in her own little pinkie. If you would offer her your pinkie to hold, Himiko would follow you just about anywhere.

And when there was nothing to do in the world, Himiko just liked to sit in your lap. She really enjoyed being held. Sometimes she would do nothing, being like a rag doll in your arms. Other times, she sat on you like a chair while doing other activity. And then there were times like this, when she straddled your lap so she could face you properly.

She liked to run her nails up and done your skin, whether smooth or rough, tracing over your lips. Himiko especially loved to pepper kisses all over your face, taking little nips at your cheeks and jaw. And while you’re distracted, she also enjoyed slipping her hand underneath your shirt and hearing you laugh.

love language — writing each other notes

You had first slipped a note into his shoe locker before class, thinking he would find it cute. Hitoshi Shinsou had given you love letters before confessing. He was too shy to speak to you then, surprisingly. But now you communicated openly, no need for anonymity. So it was surprising to find a letter from you.

It was something cheeky. “You look cute today” and then a little heart and a few x’s like kisses with your signature. It was a joke, something you must have written while bored in class. But it made him smile and exhale through his nose as he reread it.

And Hitoshi decided to write you. Another cheeky letter, nothing really romantic. Just something he hoped you would find that would make you think of him and smile. And that was how a tradition began.

Simple letters. In the same vein of that first letter. Reminding each other of how you thought about each other. A compliment, a cheesy one-liner, sometimes you would even ask each other on a date in these letters. An invitation to lunch on the roof or asking if you were free on the weekend to go out.

Histoshi could have easily disposed of those letters. So many of them were practically the exact same. But he kept them in a drawer in his room. To pull out to read again, trace his fingers over your penmanship. Think about you writing them, and how it was something that was yours, just for the two of you.

You would write a lot in your silly letters of yours, except those three words. You didn’t have to.