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Hi! I love your writings and I've never requested a story of any kind,i couldn't find any rules in your feed sorry in advance but i wanted to ask if you could write about bakugo,midoriya or kirishima(you can choose) for a prom au based on how the reader gets dumped by her first date and is left "crying in her prom dress" :')

it’s a prom!au bitcheS

warnings: fluff, cursing

a/n: lets goooo i loved this so much more when i was writing this!!! also my first time,,, writing for two of these characters so idk how well i did, but i tried LMAO

Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugou is already entirely annoyed.

First of all, he found dances to be stupid. Gross sweating people everywhere, too loud music, people terribly dancing, and on top of everything else when he sweated excessively he wasn’t “allowed to use his quirk”? So how was this bullshit going to be fun for him?

But he wasn’t one to go back on his word either, he had promised Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes that he was going to go after they wouldn’t shut the hell up about him not attending. To be honest, the major reason he didn’t want to attend was because of y/n. She was going to this dance with someone else, some irrelevant extra from the business class that Bakugou didn’t know existed until y/n showed him a picture of him.

“He looks like some fucking douchebag,” Bakugou grunts as y/n takes her phone back from his hands, a laugh escaping her lips. It wasn’t her typical pretty laugh, it sounded almost hurt and Bakugou sighed rubbing his temples, this stupid girl was going to give him an aneurysm. “But I guess if you think he’s fucking decent, whatever.”

“You won’t be jealous?” Y/n teases as she flops onto his bed, her hair blanketing around her like some halo, and Bakugou just hates the way his heart jumps at the sight.

“You fucking wish I was.” Bakugou scoffs, “And don’t you dare mess up my fucking bed, dumbass.”

The words, however, are too soft, and y/n sees through the demure and pats the bedside next to her, “Don’t worry, baka, I’ll save a dance for you.”

“I never said I fucking wanted to dance with you!”

The laughter that leaves y/n lips makes Bakugou blush the tiniest amount as he sits stiffly on his bed as she continues talking about the extra details of the prom dance and Bakugou soon finds himself regretting not asking her out sooner.

So as Bakugou reaches the auditorium, he sends a quick text message to y/n:

I’m expecting a dance.

Perfect, Bakugou thinks as he repockets his phone it was the perfect amount of flirting and hears the annoying ding of your phone when you get a text message, and he freezes, “Y/n/n?” He barks into the night and is surprised to hear a suppressed sob coming from the opposite wall of stairs he didn’t walk by. But Bakugou knows that phone chime and the voice all too well and immediately storms over there, why the hell was y/n crying?

There y/n sits, on the middle stair, mascara running down her cheeks as her magical ballgown is poofed around her. She wipes away at the tears running down her face, effectively ruining the makeup on her face even more. “Why the hell are you crying?” Bakugou asks genuinely confused, not that his tone effectively presented that.

“Oh, you know…” Y/n sniffles as she attempts to smile, but fails miserably, “I got dumped by my date, not that I really li-liked him. It was just so… so em-embarrassing.” The words seem weak and altogether embarrassed, but it just pisses off Bakugou to no end.

“You’re telling me, that fucking douchebag prick dumped you on prom night? And didn’t fucking care that you are here crying like some fat baby?!” Bakugou hisses, the anger multiplying at an extremely insane amount. “Who the fuck does he think–” Bakugou is already storming in towards the building, but is stopped by y/n rising to her feet and pulling on his arm.

“It’s okay, Baku–”

“I think the fuCK NOT!” Bakugou roars back.

“I just want to enjoy the rest of tonight, please. I don’t need him to make it a memorable night!” She pleads and Bakugou hesitates, his eyes on his crush who despite looking like a wreck makes him want to follow her course of action.

“On one condition,” Bakugou grumbles and y/n nods her head quickly, “You replace your shitty date with me.”

The smile that comes on her face is something that Bakugou is still ashamed to admit made him fully blush.

bonus!

“HEY DOUCHEBAG PRICK FACE!” Bakugou yells over the thumping music as he notices your old date standing in the corner as he swings you around while the two of you dance, something that you weirdly were really good at together. “WATCH WHAT YOU’RE MISSING, ASSHOLE!”

Entirely way too pumped on the adrenaline of dancing in front of his classmates, having you in his arms, and having so far actually enjoyed the night Bakugou slams lips against yours, his hands gripping your cheeks as he lays one on you. And the two of you melt into this kiss, as his lips drag deliciously over your own as you eagerly return the passion despite your burning cheeks.

When Bakugou pulls away, he proceeds to flip off your old date without looking his way at all, and you can hear the distant shrieks of your classmates, “Are you going to kiss me again?” You can’t help yourself from asking as Bakugou sort of just stares at you.

His lips back on yours easily answer that question.

Midoriya Izuku

You were best friends with Midoriya, a title that you hated by the way because you were in love with the hero-in-training. As a student from general studies, your relationship was often a bit on edge given that most of your classmates hated the hero studies class. But you digressed.

By popular demand, U.A. was bringing an end of the school year dance as a new tradition, something similar to what Americans had as prom. You had hinted multiple times for Midoriya to ask you to the dance, but he never did, so instead you had agreed to go with a classmate of yours that you knew liked you.

So on the big night, Midoriya had gone off and told you that he was going to get there early to help set up because he thought he would be able to use his quirk for set up, and that was important training or something of the sort. You, however, stayed in your dorm room, sitting prettily in your prom dress waiting for your date to show up. Your eyes glancing over at the clock on your phone and saw the dance was going to start anytime soon, but still, no date.

It was soon an hour into the dance and you had hot tears rolling down your face as you realized just what was happening. You had been stood up.

You didn’t exactly know how to feel, it wasn’t as if you were expecting to fall in love with this boy at the end of the night, but it sure didn’t feel nice to be abandoned. So, gathering up your depressed emotions, you wiped away your runny makeup and stood up, ready to go to this dance alone.

Okay with your appearance, you opened the door, your eyes focusing on the hand that was centimeters away from knocking on your face.

“Midoriya-kun?” You squeak as the hand is ripped away from your face, the curly-haired boy profusely apologizing as he took several steps back.

“Y/l/n-chan!” He cries from against the hallway, “I just saw that you weren’t there, but that your date was, and well, I went to go ask him where you were because I had requested your favorite song to play. But you weren’t there. Your date told me that you weren’t interested in him so you didn’t go, but you were so excited last night that it just seemed wrong, so of course, I came to check on you because it’s–why are you crying?”

Tears are now flowing down your face and it managed to stop Midoriya’s rambling as he was now by your side, wiping away your tears, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, y/l/n-chan.”

A garbled laugh escapes your lips as Midoriya quickly works to make sure your makeup isn’t ruined, “He stood me-me up,” You cry as Midoriya envelopes you in a hug, and there the two of you stand in formal outfits until your sobs turn into hiccups. “I’m not even mad about it, but I was just so embarrassed because I know he has a crush on me… does that mean I can’t even get the guys who like me to like me?” You ramble into Midoriya’s shoulder as his comforting touches rub your back gently.

“Are American dances this dramatic?” You can’t help but ask as a laugh escapes Midoriya’s lips.

“Considering every high school rom-com of theirs ends with a dramatic prom experience, I’m going to say yes.” Midoriya teases as he breaks the hug and wipes tears off your cheeks again. “But, this can’t be the end of the night for you, I won’t allow it!”

“I never said I wasn’t going!”

“Good, because from here on out, we’ll be each other’s dates, and we’ll have so much fun!”

Your breath hitches when Midoriya goes to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, and you flush as he grabs you by the hand and the two of you are now racing to get to the dance.

bonus!

You swayed in Midoriya’s arms, the two of you slow dancing to the slow version of Latch by Sam Smith, an English song that you found to be romantic.

You pressed your cheek against Midoriya’s neck, his left hand in yours, and his right one holding you close. A smile was permanently fixed on your face as Midoriya had taken it upon himself to sing every song that was played, even when he didn’t know a single word.

The English that escaped his lips were choppy, heavily accented, and tone-deaf but you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with every passing second. You only hoped that he wouldn’t be able to tell as you were pressed up against him.

“I forgot to tell you something earlier,” Midoriya says as the words are getting too hard for him to improvise.

“That you’re leaving the hero industry to pursue a life as a recording artist?” You tease him as laughs escaping the both of you.

“I would be pretty amazing, but no, sadly that’s not it.” Midoriya pulls away slowly, and you whine a bit from the lack of contact, but come to stare into his eyes. “I j-just wanted to say you look, well um, you look beautiful tonight.”

Maybe it was because he had been holding you close all night, or maybe it was the spark in the air because of it being a dance, or maybe it was because you could no longer keep your feelings to yourself, but you leaned towards Midoriya and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Thank you, handsome.” You whisper as you return to your old position, and you flushed hearing the roaring heartbeat of Midoriya in your ear as the two of you continued to dance.

Kirishima Eijirou

You tipped the glass of punch into your mouth, staring at the dance floor with immense irritation. You had been asked to prom and had been enjoying the night with the said date until he had abandoned you for some other girl. It wasn’t that it was a big deal, but you just believed there was no point of being asked just to be abandoned.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” A voice asks from behind you, and you choke on your drink momentarily as you turn around to see your classmate Kirishima standing behind you, two cups of punch in his hand, and a curious expression on his face. “I saw y/dates/n over there? Did he make you get your own drink, that’s pretty unmanly of him.”

“Psh, I wish it was just that.” You say as you roll your eyes as you see your date now grinding with the said girl he left you for.

“Is that allowed?!” Kirishima gasps as he sees the same dance moves happening that you see as well. “That can’t be allowed!”

It shouldn’t bother you, you know that, but seeing that you couldn’t even enjoy your prom because of your date, angry tears well up in your eyes. “Well, y/l/n, I don’t know about you but–are you okay?” Kirishima jumps as he sees the tears now rolling down your face as you wipe them away pathetically.

“My date dumped me.” You bitterly admit as you turn away from Kirishima, not wanting to let him see you cry. “He asked me out by the way.” You add the last part in an attempt to make it seem like you were still the winning person there, although you were the one now crying by the sideline like some reject.

Well, in all fairness you were one.

“Did you want to dance?” Kirishima asks you, and you tense.

Kirishima and you were classmates, and yeah you were friends, but you never thought you were close enough for him to be asking you to dance. You turn around and look at Kirishima who is placing the two cups of punch back onto the table, “I was getting Sero and Kaminari punch because they’re in the middle of the floor having a break dancing competition against Mina and Shouji.”

You blink away the tears in your eyes at that detail, and you look towards where your friends are very involved in a break dancing competition. “That explains the chanting and crowds.” You mutter, but you remember his offer and shake your head, “I don’t want to ruin your night with you catering to my hurt feelings, besides don’t you have a date?”

Kirishima laughs good naturally, a hand on his neck as he shakes his head, “The girl I wanted to ask unfortunately had a date.” And your mouth opens in understanding, but you watch as he offers you his hand. “Come on, dance with me, you look too pretty tonight just to be a wallflower.”

You find yourself blushing, grateful for the dimmed setting, but you didn’t put your hand in his, “I m-mean, if you want to be a wallflower that’s okay, too! I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this!” Kirishima panics and you let out a laugh as you wipe around your eyes hopeful that you didn’t ruin your makeup.

“I’d love to dance, Kirishima.” You say as you take his hand which is now resting by his side, and take him out to the dance floor, a grin on both your faces as you danced in rhythm to the beating music.

Slowly but surely, as the night progresses you find yourself finding Kirishima’s toothy grin, weird dance moves, and terrible jokes sending a fire spreading through your body, especially when he holds you close.

“Thank you for dealing with me tonight,” You whisper as the two of you slow dance, as it was the final dance of the night.

“It was my pleasure,” Kirishima whispers back as his head rests gently on yours. “Can-can I confess something?”

You hum softly, teasing him slightly as you take a while to think it through. “Well, you did put up with me for hours, I guess you can confess something.”

“The girl I wanted to ask out was- it was you,” Kirishima says softly, and you freeze, moving your head from his shoulder and stare at him. “I just couldn’t gather the courage to say something until it was too late, so that was really unmanly of me.”

You rise to your toes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, “You just confessed to that right now, so I think it’s still pretty manly of you.”

The two of you stare at each other smiling as the song eventually ends, but even as the night comes to an end, you feel like something between the two of you has just started.

bonus!

“TAKE THIS!” You cackle maniacally as you and Kirishima are throwing eggs up on your old dates balcony. Bakugou had suggested the two of you go seek revenge, and this was the best thing the two of you could think of.

“Watch this, I’m doing it without looking!” Kirishima shouts as he grabs two eggs and closes his eyes and flings the eggs, and they crack onto the windows.

“Amazing!” You laugh as you reveal the now empty carton, “Should we run now?” You whisper as the lights in the room turn on, you’re already gathering the skirt of your dress, preparing to run.

“YES!” Kirishima yells as he scoops you off the ground and takes off running.

The two of you are laughing, breathless, with smiles that seemed to be permanently plastered on your face. Eventually, you two make it back to the dorms, and he places you on your feet, and with the entire mood of the night, you can’t help but press a kiss onto his unknowing lips.

The two of you still completely as you break apart, your cheeks flushed as you can’t believe what you did. “I-I’m sorry!” You stutter as you begin to ramble about how you didn’t wish to ruin anything, but you stop as his hands touch your cheeks gently.

“Please don’t apologize,” Kirishima mumbles as he presses another kiss to your lips and you melt against him instantly.

a/n: hope you guys liked it, and sorry this is a day late, my posting schedule was a bit pushed back!

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floofballl · 5 years ago

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I feel like y/n would be playing a game on their computer or something (btw they’re like 5” taller than him) and Nishinoya would do the trend on tiktok where person a would walk over and straddle person b to get b’s attention- and like I can’t stop thinking of how cute and wholesome that would be🥺🥺💖💖

Me ⬆️

Could I get Noya, Kenma, Kuroo, and Oikawa with a S/O who's always wanting to play with their hair? Please and thank you💕💕

Kuroo, Kenma, Nishinoya, and Oikawa react to s/o who wants to play w/ their hair

oooh this is too cute! hope you like it :) thanks for the request !

genre: fluff

warnings: verrrry slight suggestions

Kuroo

Kuroo’s hair is just so mesmerizing. Like it genuinely amazes you how it can get to that shape. Is it gel? Is it really a wild, natural bed head?

Most people argue that he definitely styles it like that, others don’t believe it. I will be the one to believe that it is all natural. Kuroo just strikes me as the character who probably doesn’t give much effort for his looks mans knows he’s hot smh

Kuroo is all up for it, it honestly is one of his favorite ways you show your affection to him. Whenever it’s downtime, expect him to rest on your thighs while you pet and play with his wild bedhead.

Being a huge tease, he would purposely take longer than usual to actually lay his head down in your lap for the first few minutes of chilling with each other. He smirks as you whine and cling onto his arm cutely, but it takes a lot of self control in him to not tackle you onto the bed and cuddle.

Eventually he gives in, because who can resist your pouting face? He sighs in content as your hands rake through his scalp. His hair is very soft near his roots, while the edges of it are more rougher. The spikes in his hair always tickle you whenever he embraces you lovingly.

Kuroo finds it so relaxing, laying in your lap as you massage his scalp, engulfed by your presence. He lives a pretty stressful life as the team captain, practices seem to be never ending. So when you both make time for each other like this, he loves to just let his guard down and let you pet his head as many times as you like.

Whenever you get caught in one of his many passionate kisses, your hands naturally find themselves in his hair, playing with it as your lips are intertwined with his soft ones.

If Kuroo was given the chance for a whole lifetime of you playing with his hair, he’d accept it in a heartbeat.

Kenma

Kenma definitely would feel super flustered whenever you played or complimented his hair. His hair is a small insecurity he had, mirroring why he dyed it in the first place so whenever you shown you had a liking to it he would feel a little shocked.

Probably thought it was weird when you asked him politely to play with his hair. But he couldn’t say no to your cute puppy eyes so he just mumbles a hushed “okay” and you cheer with glee.

Did not admit it at first but he absolutely loved it when you played with his hair. Your fingers lightly combing through his blonde locks as he played his games was pure bliss to him.

“is this what heaven feels like?” he pondered to himself.

His roots are for sure the softest, although his dyed parts felt different from his natural hair, it was still smooth and pleasant to your fingertips.

Now playing with his hair is an absolute must. But only when you’re alone, he could not stand the comments and teasing his teammates would have towards him if they spotted him being so intimate.

Seriously like a cat, he would whine quietly if you stopped your little ministrations. And you swore you heard him purr a few times.

It’s gotten to the point that any alone time with him, he’ll be lying on top of your chest playing with his games while your hand is found on top of his head. You blushed like crazy whenever he would nuzzle further into your chest and subconsciously lean into your touch.

You definitely have attempted to braid his hair and tie it up in cute little pig tails. There’s a certain picture of him on your phone that he’s been trying to get rid of for the life of him...

If you aren’t giving him that special attention, he will wordlessly tug at the bottom of your sleeve towards his hair. In rare moments, if you still didn’t start he would even put down his game and mumble your name out stubbornly, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he tugs harder on your sleeves hehe.

One time he just pounced on you when you were teasing him, knocking you off his bed. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, arms tight around your waist as he straddled you. After the initial shock cleared you ran your hands through his hair and you both fell asleep like that on his bedroom floor ❤︎

Nishinoya

Dating Nishinoya meant you had free access to see him with his hair down. (omg you lucky girl!!🥺) So every time you two were alone you would eagerly ask to play with his hair.

He would smile brighter than the stars and he is more than happy to comply to your offer. And you both would lay down entangled in each others arms and then you begin your hair-playing once you both are relaxed.

Half of the time, Nishinoya’s probably the little spoon. So while he’s cuddled up on top of your chest, you would cradle his head closer and allow your fingers to fiddle at his hair and play with it.

Noya’s hair is surprisingly really soft despite it being gelled up for a majority of the day. From his roots to the tips, even the little bleached part of his hair was surprisingly soft.

I can see Noya honestly asking you to play with his hair haha. No shame from this boy, he gets what he wants at the end of the day.

In public, you feel the urge to touch his spiked up hair because it just looks so cool when styled like that, but apart of you is worried it will get ruined or you’d mess up his hair.

ofc Nishinoya notices your stares and he just chuckles at your curiosity when he asks about it.

“Haha don’t mind (y/n)-chan! Go ahead and mess with it, yah won’t see a hair outta place after!”

And he was right, you ruffled his hair with your hands and were amazed and how it managed to keep its shape. He beamed as you giggled like a child in a candy store, your hands continued to run through his spikey hair. You both ignored the confused looks his teammates gave you two.

Oikawa

this doesn’t matter but i really like oikawa’s hair idk why??

Probably when you first asked to play with his hair was when you two were in class and it just came out suddenly without you realizing. Annnd Oikawa refuses.

“Ehh but, (y/n)-chan you’ll mess up my beautiful hair!”

He probably takes forever in the morning to style it, so you are not too mad at him about it and let it go. However it is a different story when you both are alone together.

He’ll grasp your hand and slowly trail up to his hair, a smirk plastered on his face as yours contorts to one that’s in awe and a shade of red. You can’t help but smile at the feeling of his hair and you bring up your other hand to pet his brown locks.

Is so soft!! And his hair lowkey probably has a nice scent to it.

You purposefully mess up his hair by ruffling it at random times and you snicker at his cute complaints. But you make it up to him afterwards with a sweet, slow kiss. One involved with tongue that may or may not have led to something else.

It’s now a normal thing where you purposefully mess up his hair just to get him worked up. Even at school. When he’s paying a little too much attention to his fangirls, you make sure to really ruffle up his beautiful hair after the interactions are done.

When Oikawa’s upset and there seems that nothing will help his current state of mind, he’ll be sitting down on the locker-room bench, with you sitting in front of him, he’s leaned forward head down. It doesn’t hurt to at least try and run your hands through his hair.

He leans into your touch and just breaks down, quiet sobs erupt form his mouth as you hug his head close to your body. He can cry so hard to the point he’s shaking, but you’re able to calm him down by stroking the top of his hair, massaging his scalp, and playing with the tips of his hair.

It’s moments like these where he remembers how much he loves you and how happy he feels from even the smallest gestures from you.

a/n: ajkjsjasdsj sorry for that small angst at the end for Oikawa i just felt like it LOL but i hope y’all enjoyed, stay healthy and happy i love you guys!

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