#bakugou katsuki x oc

[izvmimi]

cw: atla au. fem!reader and a named female oc are both pro benders. fighting-focused without overt graphic descriptions. a/n: the pro-bending here is not exactly the same as in lok, i've taken a lot of liberties. this part focuses a lot on reader's friend to set the stage but a subsequent part will be more about reader.

Pro-bending is a terrible use of your time, and yet you’re here, checking the straps of your helmet and making sure the oversized gourd that hangs between your shoulder blades is well-affixed to your person. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirrors placed along the wall as you move through the lockers to find your friend and shake your head. Ridiculous.

When you finally find your friend, she’s still finagling with her wristguards and you can see a small cloud of steam leave her nostrils as she breathes out sharply in a huff. She’s both frustrated and shaking with anticipation, and yet she doesn’t look as ridiculous as you feel you do in her own gear.

“Don’t burn down the locker room, Nova,” you tease, moving closer to help with the straps. Her left hand shakes a little as you secure them, and she sighs. You pretend to duck and the sigh shifts to a pout.

“Stop making fun of me!”

“Stop making it easy and I won’t.”

She rolls her eyes, but her typical cheer returns shortly as she jumps up from her bench and puts her hands up into fists.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this!” she says, and giving herself a wide berth from you showcases one of her winning combos, a jab-hook and roundhouse kick, flames ablaze and disappearing as quickly as they appear.

You also cannot believe you’re doing this and twist your mouth to the side, but Nova is extremely convincing when she wants to be, and you’ve been her sparring partner for long enough that it wouldn’t make sense to let her go into this venture alone. You’re not as good as her, but you’ve been decent at your amateur club, and your mentor has pushed for you to show up together.

“Can’t wait to lose the first match,” you start, making your way out of the locker room. You can feel the water in your gourd sloshing away with every step and wonder if you overfilled it. In truth, however, you can never have too much water, anyone from a Water nation tribe knows this, even if your ancestry is what one would call dilute.

“You say this every time and have your opponent begging for mercy.”

You roll your eyes. This time will be different, you can sense it, and you tell her just that.

“This is the rookie contest. They can’t be that good.” Nova says. She’s moving up to the main arena faster now, her legs carrying her closer and closer to the promise of glory, and you have to take longer strides to catch up to her. The two of you end up spilling into one of the openings, where there is still a match taking place, and from the look and sound of it, reaching its final stage. Nova is easily transfixed, while you lead her by the shoulders to a spot to sit down that’s a few bleachers up, almost tripping over a step when she stops suddenly and you slam into her.

“Nova!”

“God, did you see that?”

You didn’t see it, but when you turn, there appears to be a repeat exciting move, a fire bender who blasts off into the air and appears to dive back down in a cyclone of fire. You frown, wondering why that’s legal, and wince as he makes impact with the air bender who’s decided to protect themselves in a ball of wind energy. It doesn’t work – the impact multiplies and the whole pit seems to erupt in blinding light; and then it recedes, and there’s one clear victor. 

The blonde-haired firebender isn’t even panting when he’s announced victory and you grimace while Nova holds onto your arm, clearly smitten. It’s unsurprising, because even you can tell he’s conventionally attractive, and knows so, tall and athletically built with sharp crimson eyes and a cocky grin flashed at the crowd. You eye the opponent’s injuries which seem mild, although he seems clearly dazed, and you realize that the gloating young man is particularly skilled, if he’s able to minimize injury in such a powerful blow.

That being said, you won’t let go of an opportunity to tease your friend. “Stop slobbering and get ready for your match,” you remind her, before patting her shoulder. “I can’t wait to see you wipe the floor with them.”

Nova’s grin is wide and she promises to make you and herself proud.

You find a seat quickly near the bleachers while the arena is cleared and you watch Nova shrug her shoulders and roll her neck as a woman is placed before her. A waterbender like you, but her rain of hailstones is not particularly impressive, and Nova clears them quickly into rain and then steam before they touch her with flames fanning towards the sky. You lean forward, watching carefully for any identifying features. You should have studied who exactly was in the scene and who was famous before you got here, but it would only have stressed you out more.

Nova completes the match quickly with a ring out. It’s more merciful than her predecessor but the opponent has a similar dazed expression on their face by the end of the match. Nova comes out quickly and waves at you excitedly, glee on her face.

It’s your turn next.

Your first match is easy, thankfully, your opponent, a particularly agitated airbender whose bursts of air pressure are easily dodged or deflected with your water used as a fortified shield. He loses when he slips on a patch of ice right out of the ring, too slow and surprised to suspend himself in the air. The crowd laughs, and you feel a little bad, a sheepish expression on your face.

You clear the arena quickly, your heart pounding from the exhilaration of the fight, and Nova gives you a high five. Another match takes about ten minutes to end, and you’re barely paying attention to the two earthbenders throwing rocks at each other in a manner akin to apes, still trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves before your next match. You control your breathing. Across the lowest rung of the bleachers where you sit, you can see the blonde from earlier staring directly in your direction, and then you realize he is staring really at your friend, and look at the match rundown on the projector. Two and two add up.

“Nova, your next opponent is the guy from earlier. Bakugou.”

Nova blinks then leans in closer.

“Which guy?”

You press your lips in a thin line. "Mr. Hot and Sexy.”

Her eyes widen, and it almost irritates you that the designation helped. You try to point discreetly in the correct direction, and he’s still staring with red, practically glowing eyes at her, as though trying to mildly intimidate but not threaten her. Nova stares back just as fiercely, and you’re thankful that at least she won’t let a boy win just because he’s cute.

You do notice besides him, there’s another pro bender who’s staring at the match that is in no way interesting far too intensely, leaned so far forward he might as well fall off his chair and once you squint closer, you realize he has a notepad before him and is scribbling something quickly. Just from the way his pen moves, you figure his handwriting is messy and disorganized, but his green eyes are bright and clearly intelligent. His shoulders are broad, not unlike the young man next to him, but he seems just a bit wider and more relaxed. Gentle even, like the dark-green curls of his hair, like he’d much rather give you a hug than lay a finger on you. 

And yet, he’s here.

“Nova, don’t you dare lose to him,” you warn her when it’s her turn to go up. She bumps fists with you, grinning, and you see Bakugou do the same as they both approach the arena from the stair-rails.

They acknowledge each other and you find your hand tensing up around the water gourd now sitting in your lap for comfort.

It’s for good reason, because their first bout is fierce to say the least. Nova’s flames are fast and many, and Bakugou responds to each with a dodge or even fiercer fire. At some point, your jaw drops as he practically inhales a blast, then returns it larger, and more focused, and for a moment you wonder one, if the referee has vetted that move, or two, if he’s a combustion bender in addition to simple fire bending, given that the blast, when dodged, practically destroys a corner of the arena. Nova, a little startled, propels herself to one side of the arena, then looks at the destruction, then back at Bakugou. Sweat beads visibly on her forehead.

“Is that all you got?!” Bakugou taunts. Nova grits her teeth, and then she’s back at him, a running start into a fire-filled windmill kick her next attack. Bakugou dodges, then his hand closes around her ankle which makes you gasp, and a throw nearly gets her out of the ring in an uncontrolled somersault that stops just short of the edge of the platform.

She’s back up and at him yet again in a second, and the crowd, also holding their breath, cheers loudly. Fists ablaze, she punches, one after the other, many of which are dodged, but the last one he has to block with a cross of his arms before his face, and he’s pushed back. Revitalized, Nova kicks one more time but she’s tripped suddenly, and in seconds falls flat on the ground, staring at the ceiling. 

You watch in shock as he takes the immediate opportunity to pin her down, and one blast that is a bit more than fire charges from the palm of his hand, but then before the referee can blow their whistle, he slams into the ground next to her head.

“You’re done,” he mouths. Nova looks shocked, biting her lower lip in anger rather than concede an embarrassing defeat. 

The referee ends the match and the crowd claps, giving a standing ovation to both for their fight. You stand too and clap enthusiastically, even though Nova looks both flustered and angry by the time she makes it back to you after being checked out for injuries. 

“This is so embarrassing,” she murmurs under her breath, twirling a lock of her hair. You offer her a reassuring smile.

“You did a good job.”

She sighs and takes your gourd from you and puts it in her own lap, tapping nervously at the sides. She doesn’t seem too banged up so you’re thankful.

“You’re fighting someone named Midoriya next,” she says now, after glancing at the updated projector. Your faces aren’t displayed against the projector. 

You take a deep breath, then take your gourd back from her gently. 

“If I get my ass beat too it’s fine, as long as it’s fast. Then we can both go home.”

Nova pouts and she’s so puppy-like you find yourself stifling a laugh.

“Fine, I”ll try.”

A few more moments pass, and you’re called to the arena.

The curly haired man with Bakugou looks at you and smiles, an action that disarms you, before he prepares to face you too.

[goose-draws-it]

Nothin to see here, just some post-‘sparring’ smooches! Nothing scandalous, nope, not here officer!

The spicy version is available on my patreon and eventually my twitter!

[ghostxrose]

Hey, Lovelies! I'm going to be dropping a new fic soon, TBD if it's going to be multiple parts, and it's going to be angstyyyyy lmao. It's Bakugo x Reader with some bestie!Izuku vibes! It was meant to be a quick write to hold yall over until I start posting my new Bakugo x OC long-fic, but I think we all know how one can get lost in the plot lol. Anyway, be on the look out, my amazing Lovelies!

I love and appreciate every single one of you! <3

[huntedhounds]

an alt piece for red_riot_4666 on insta because we both liked my draft sketches so much that i had to do the two of them hehe

[ryvant]

he has rabies <3

[cold-soba]

Give a little bit

Oc x Bakugou

shorts

Story from Luna’s point of view

Warning: Established relationship , pro hero bakugou, fluff romance. Characters are aged up to their 20s

Voice recording that Luna did

I’m driving along minding my business when, the song Give a little bit by Supertramp comes on. It’s also the opening song for The heats on, an american action comedy film that I cameo in.

There’s also an official music video that shows moments with me and Katsuki, it’s based on our relationship.

There’s a moment where I’m telling little Matsuki a story about the time her father and I first met. It was in grade school we were assigned next to each other when we sat in a circle. One day I was sitting next to him in class and I caught him looking me deep into my eyes and asked “do you think we’ll get married in the future?” I said “maybe you never know”.

He came to me in class and held up a ring with a diamond in it. It was his mom’s diamond ring he took and brought it to school to show me that when we do get married in the future this is the ring. His mom came yelling at him for taking it and bringing it to school. Hahaha! His mom looks at me and asks “Katsuki is this girl the reason why you did this?” “She’s beautiful”

“I would wait until you’re 20 to ask her to marry you”.

20 years later

Coming back from my journey, I get and guess who’s waiting inside? Yup it’s him

He says “welcome back!” I said “thanks it’s good to be back!” Not a moment too soon his mom appears! And says “you’re the woman Katsuki wants to marry?” I said “ yes”, “I’m the woman that your son wants to marry.” “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No I don’t” Mitsuki answered. “I’m perfectly fine with that”.

[shouta-edits]

If it's okay can I please ask for

bakugo X kianna

Yandere themed mood board

[artistic-endchamber]

--Reverse Comfort-- [] A Bakugou X OC! Reader []

♥ 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙓 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ♥

♥ 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙮: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 ♥

♥ 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: Fem! Oc! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙓 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚! 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 ♥

•❣•୨୧ "God's sake, don't hurt yourself while trying to be better, its not going to help." ୨୧•❣•

-- @pixeldemonia --

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Key

"--" Means Kuromi [OC] is speaking

"--" means Bakugou is speaking

Kuromi was sitting on her bed in a weird position. Well, to her it was a comfortable position, but weird nonetheless.

"Damn... How many messages can I possibly get- 'specially on snapchat??"

Scrolling through her phone, she sighed.

"Take That, Bitchass! Don't mess with me or you'll get beat to a pulp!"

She rolled her eyes at the word she had just heard.

of course he's training.

Katsuki fucking Bakugou. Her apartment neighbor. The two had met each other in highschool, 'Highschool sweethearts', if you may. Both starting-up pro-heroes, and with her working at his agency, they would talk a lot.

And that means a lot.

Actually, she would have talked to him if he hadn't come so late today aswell.

"ARGH! SHIT-!!"

She propped up quickly, what the hell was going on?!?! She grabbed her first-aid bag, and rushed over. Grabbing her spare keys to his house, she unlocked the door and barged in.

"....Oh."

Oh. nothing too big was happening, he was waving his fist in anger and agony, but it was just because he had hit the punching bag so hard that he had busted it open.

"Hm?"

He looked at Kuromi, confused. And when she shook her head in embarrassment, he stepped closer.

"Why'd you come here"

"Nothing, It's nothing."

"Well, it cant be. You just rushed in here and..." his eyes fluttered wide, and then he muffled a snicker "Fuck, Pretty eyes,, you were worried weren't you-?!?!!"

"Shush."

He let his laugh out, and after catching his breath he sighed.

"Damn, I love you too."

"Wow. What an amazing way to respond, Dynamite-"

"Oh, shut up-"

He pulled her into a hug, and laughed again when she squirmed at the sudden gesture.

"Fuck you"

"But that's your job,, Isn't it??"

"... Idiot."

And with that, he threw her on the couch of his living room and sat next to her, but still facing her.

"Do whatever you came here to do."

"Uhmmmm- what??"

"you said you came here because you were worried, right?? So do whatever you would have done if I had been in the situation you thought I was in."

"That's... A weird request,, but okay-"

She grabbed his right wrist -The one he had used to break the punching bag- and made him relax the hand's posture, grabbing her kit, she grabbed the disinfectant,, and started spraying at the cut skin (However he was punching it, it was concerning to think about it-).

"Shit, pretty eyes, that buuurns-"

"Oh shut up you big baby."

After successfully shutting him up, and grabbed the cotton pads, placed them on his cuts, and wrapped his hand up with Gauze.

"There."

"Thanks-"

She then sighed, and grabbed her bag, proceeding to get out of his apartment, when she was stopped by a pulling of a wrist. She fell slightly backward on the couch again and felt arms wrap around her waist. She could feel her face getting hot as she heard his voice come out in a whisper next to her ear.

"Stay with me tonight, Princess."

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"ASDFGHJKL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- HERE YOU GO @pixeldemonia -!!!! ITS HORRIBLE,, BUT I REALLY TRIEDDD-" -------------------------@artistic-endchamber-------------------------

[secondsineternity]

Genesis

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lara Maximoff-Midoriya is the problem child. The kid that’s been kicked out of every alternative school in the region, the kid that gets in too many fights, despite being born Quirkless. No one knows her true past, no one knows her true power- except for one Katsuki Bakugo.

When her adoptive brother Izuku is accepted into U.A. High School, she couldn’t care less- until the day she’s been kicked out of her latest new school and has no other option but to tag along with him. Enemies are made, friendships are formed, and love is found in the most unexpected places as Lara comes to terms with her past and forges her future.

My first time posting about this fic on here. Enjoy! 🥰

[jeshika136]

Here is my submission for the #KRBKSeries I based this art off of the relaxing day on the lake episode. I thought the episode was super adorable.

[skarke]

aerie: part 2

chapter 12

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   Ever since Shiggy had to pry me off of him this morning, I've felt a little down.

When me and Shiggy are together, I feel whole. I feel confident, valued, loved. But as soon as he's gone, everything starts to crumble. I start to feel like I did when I spent all those years alone. I feel like a low-life, self-centered criminal, without any real aspirations besides getting a thrill here and there by doing something illegal. I start to realize that I'm just a villain that cares for nothing and no one besides my lover and his dreams. Which is great and all, I'm glad I have so much love and devotion to give to the person that I adore so much. But without him... without my Shiggy here to experience it, am I really worth anything at all?

I kick rocks down my commute to UA. The stupid school that's taken me from my comfortable spot by my boyfriend's side. I start to wonder if it's even worth it, to be apart from my rock just for a little project that I don't even care about.

But as soon as I walk in the doors of the school, like a switch has flipped, everything changes. My feelings suddenly go from lonely and dejected to excited and alive. When Kiri catches up to me ranting and raving about the anime he's watching, when Katsuki shoots me a dirty look when I walk in the classroom, when Aizawa gets onto me for doodling in my notebook instead of paying attention in English class, I feel like I'm a part of something. Instead of putting all of my energy into collecting information, I put it into getting in character. When I'm here at this school, I'm no longer Aerie the supervillain. I'm Kaiya Miyasaki, my quirk is glitch, and I'm training to be a hero. I look forward to training and interacting with my classmates, just as if I was one of them. I absolutely love showing off to the others, as well as bettering my fighting skills quirk. This is the most fun I've had in years, and sometimes I forget the reason I'm even here in the first place.

   When Aizawa announces the sports festival, the first thing that runs across my mind isn't the opportunities I have as a villain, it's excitement of getting to compete alongside my peers.

   And to be honest, I'm starting to get confused as to where to draw the line. I know getting in character will help me with lying, and staying undercover is top priority. But I don't think I was supposed to get to the point where I actually enjoy going to this school. I don't think I was supposed to actually care about the friends that I've made, or respect the teachers I learn from. That's actually the scary part. I know I'm supposed to hate All Might, I mean my boyfriends whole objective is to kill the guy. But for some reason, as long as I'm within these walls, I find him kinda... cool.

And don't even get me started on Katsuki. I don't know exactly what it is about him that mesmerizes me so much, but watching him spit in the face of the status quo, insult, bully, and yell his way to to top, it's invigorating to this character of mine. Watching him tell the group of students huddled at the door that he's gonna win no matter what, it has me absolutely enthralled.

"Wait, don't leave yet," I say to Kiri, "I gotta do something real quick." I push past the people that are still gathered at the door, making my way into the hall. "Wait up, kitty kat!" I call as I catch up to the man of the hour that has me in absolute awe. I don't know if it's Aerie or Kai that admires his confidence so much, but I just can't resist the urge to experience it up close.

"Oh my god," he groans, "Stop following me!"

"No way!" I say as I skip up next to him. "You're just such a joy to be around, I'd miss you too much," I say with a smile. I'm sure he thinks I'm being sarcastic, but I'm dead serious. A day at UA without watching Katsuki be himself is a day wasted.

He rolls his eyes. "You're annoying," he says.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna kick your ass at the sports festival," I tease, satisfying my uncontrollable urge to try and get a reaction from the guy. "You may have all these guys intimidated, But I know that I'm stronger than you. I've proved it, actually."

His cool guy attitude quickly disappears. "Shut up!" he yells, "You haven't proved shit! You beat me once and now you think you're hot shit, and you're not!"

I try my hardest not to swoon at the beautiful sound of his raspy shouts of pure rage and testosterone. "I have, and I am," I sing. "I'll prove it at the sports festival." My threats are far from empty, there's nothing I'd enjoy more than to see the look on his face when I take first place.

He narrows his eyes. "I'll kill you at the sports festival, glitch girl."

Death threats! Oh, god. I can't get enough.

"I'd love to see you try!" I say excitedly. And now that I've gotten my fix in, I skip away, over to where Kiri is waiting for me at the end of the hall.

"What'd you go and say to him now?" Kiri chuckles as we start to walk together.

"That I was gonna beat him at the sports festival," I say with a smile.

He furrows his brow. "Wait, I'm confused. Do you want to be his friend, or do you want him to hate you?"

"I don't want to be his friend, I am his friend!"

Kiri raises an eyebrow. "You are?"

"Uh, duh. That's why he intervened between me and that villain at USJ. He didn't want me, his friend, getting hurt. And on top of that, he told me that I was the best of the best at UA. He loves me!" I say with a proud smile.

"Whatever you say, man," Kiri says, shaking his head.

"What, you don't think so?"

"Hey, I don't wanna put you down. If you really think that, then that's how it is."

I roll my eyes. "You're too nice. Tell it like it is! Bakugo totally hates my guts."

Kiri furrows his brow in confusion. "But you just said he loves you."

"He does! He loves my talent and charming personality, and hates my irritating pestering and persistence. It's the perfect balance, a great foundation for any friendship."

   "Yeah, I still don't get it."

   "What's not to get?"

"If you know what you're gonna say will make him hate you, why do you say it?"

   "Because him hating me is what I like about him!"

   "Well, tell me this. Do you love Bakugo, or hate him?"

Damn. Hitting me with those hard hitting questions. That is a good one, though.

   Do I hate Bakugo? I'm certainly not nice to him, that's for sure. I'm usually as sweet as can be to the people I love, so it wouldn't really make sense for me to want to pester and bother him all the time if I didn't hate him.

   However, I saved him from getting mauled by Nomu at the price of getting choked out by my lover, so I have to have some sort of liking towards the guy, right?

Well, let me start here: What is there that I hate about Katsuki? Hmm. His attitude? Nah, I actually enjoy that. His ego? Nah, I respect that. So what do I actually dislike about him? Well, I guess the fact that he's a wannabe hero is annoying. But somehow, I don't really look down on him for that. In fact, I admire his passion and drive, even though it's for something I've spent so much of my life being against. Is there really anything about him that I don't respect or enjoy? Huh. I can't think of any off the top of my head.

Now this: What do I like about him? Well, there's a lot of things. I think my favorite is his voice. The sound it makes when he's insulting me is like music to my ears for some unknown reason. Ok, what else? Hm. Well, the raw emotion he shows with every word and expression is pretty fascinating. He's confrontational like I am, I'm sure he'd rather duke it out with someone than be manipulative and shady, and that's a quality that I like to see in people. He also doesn't seem to care about what anyone thinks of him, which is rare nowadays, and I think that's pretty cool. Not to mention that quirk that he uses with such power and expertise, which is absolutely riveting to watch. He has a cool guy attitude but is actually kind of a nerd when it comes to classwork, and that's pretty cute, I think. And don't get me started on how fun he is to look at. The way he sags his pants and refuses to wear a tie, reflecting his cool guy attitude, it's just perfect. The way his unruly blonde hair matches his explosive personality, I love it. And the way those sharply angled eyes glimmer every time he gets set off, I like that too. His face is nice, just in general. Not to mention the guy is fuckin built. Man, the way his toned arms look in that hero outfit makes me feel things. He's actually kinda dreamy, now that I think about it.

   So I guess I like... pretty much every attribute he has. Huh.

   Wait.

This may be a problem.

Kiri waves his hand in front of my face. "Hello? Earth to Kai."

I shake my head at the crazy thoughts that are going through my mind. "Oh. Hey."

"Are you good?"

"Huh? Yeah. I'm great."

"You checked out for a second there."

"Ha. Yeah," I check my wrist like there's a watch there when there's clearly not. "Oh, damn. Look at the time. Um, I forgot, I got this thing, so I'm gonna..." And before I can butcher that lie even more, I beam the hell out of there, down the hall and through the front doors of the school.

I keep my head down as I walk as quickly as possible down the steps, away from this damned place that's jumbling up my thoughts and making me think that I'm actually having fun at a hero school. The same damned place that's making me think that I could have the hots for a wannabe hero!

God fucking damnit. There's a fucking reason I've never asked myself questions about my infatuation with the sludge guy. Subconsciously, I must've known how bad this could be. God, Shiggy was right! He knew before I did! And now that it's been brought to my attention, I can't run away from the truth. I really like that Bakugo guy. Like, really like. He's smart, attractive, interesting, strong, everything that I like in a man. He scratches my brain. He fills a void. He excites me, which is saying a lot, I'm not easily entertained. But when I'm around him, the giddy feeling I usually only get by pulling off heists never leaves my throat. And now that I've brought all of these feelings to the surface, they'll be impossible to hide.

I'm screwed.

   I pull out my phone to text Shiggy, praying I can get my mind off of this track before it's too late. Fuck, Shiggy! I have a whole ass boyfriend, and I'm getting a school crush on an asshole like Katsuki Bakugo?! What the hell is wrong with me?! That damned hero prep school, it's getting me all confused!

   -hey alleycat pls call me

   I make my way to my apartment building, the whole time trying to convince myself that it's all make believe, that I'm confusing myself with this Kaiya character that I've created in my head.

   That's all it is, right?! It's normal for a girl at UA to get a crush on a classmate, but it's not real, it's all just a part of the character I created! I only pretend to flirt with him, because that's what Kaiya would do, right?! Not because I want to!

   I make my way up the steps to my apartment, fiddling with the keys and bursting through my door. I throw my backpack on the ground and go straight to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.

   When I look up, with my school uniform on and my perfect looking makeup, I hardly recognize myself.

   I tear off my uniform, frantically putting on my usual tshirt and pajama pants, then go back to the bathroom to wash the preppy looking makeup off my face. Once my face is clean, I take my eyeliner and smudge it all around my eyes. I take my hands and mess up my hair, then take a step back.

   There I am.

   I breathe a deep sigh of relief as I let go of all of the feelings of someone else, as I realize the thoughts I was having were not mine.

   I don't really have a crush on Bakugo, I'm not really friends with Kirishima, I don't really want to compete in the sports festival, that's all just a part of the character I've created. Kai's not me. I'm not Kai. I'm Aerie. Aerie, the co-leader of the League of Villains, Tomura Shigaraki's girlfriend, the Robinhood of the new world. I want to kill All Might, not be taught by him. Pro-heroes are my enemies, not my teachers. The other students at UA aren't my peers or allies, they're my targets.

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Ch 46 Update on Bakugoux Latina!OC

Hi!

Just wanted to link my fanfic here, I realize I might have been forgetting (IM SO SORRY) to post the links here for each time I update. Just know that it is very much alive and that it will be ongoing until I finish the whole story. My goal is to do the whole manga, updates may slow down or pickup speed depending on how my PhD and life in general goes but it will not be abandoned.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/25978015/chapters/104052777

[ghostxrose]

Of Monsters and Men | Bakugo Katsuki x OC

Part One |

Summary ~ The war between humanity and aliens began in 2013 when the first Kaiju hauled itself out of the depths of the ocean. It rampaged through three cities, destroying everything in its path and killing thousands before it was finally taken down. As more Kaiju emerged from the sea, nations put aside rivalries and hatred in order to ban together and find a solution to save the human race.

Azusa had never imagined that this would be the world that she would grow up in. Mankind using giant robots to take down massive alien monsters sounds like the stuff of movies not the reality that she’s forced to live. She had also never imagined signing herself up to battle the monsters from the sea, but somebody needed to avenge her brother’s death and her father sure as hell wasn’t doing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, potentionally triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Heyy, Lovelies! This fic is my twist on MHA characters in the Pacific Rim universe. I am absolutely obsessed with Pacific Rim, it's probably my most favorite movie! So this fic is my mash up of two of my fave things. It is xOC instead of xReader, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. I'm one of those readers who will imagine myself as the main chacter no matter what, so this can be read as reader-insert. Anyway, enough with my rambling, enjoy the story My Lovelies! <3

“Get going, Azusa!” He says with urgency as he ushers her out of the kitchen.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere without you, Toya! I have a bad feeling about this one! Please listen to me, don’t go with Dad!” She pleads over the sounds of their younger siblings crying.

“Dammit Azusa, I have to! Dad doesn’t have another co-pilot! We’ll be fine, just go!” He borderline shouts at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Don’t go! Please, don’t go!” She cries, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the door.

“Fucking let me go! This is a job, Azusa, and I’ve been called to go do it! Go help Mom with Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto!” He yells, ripping his arm out of her grasp and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Dammit, Toya-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Jolting upright in her bed, chest heaving and tears wetting her face, Azusa slams the button on her alarm. Letting out a groan, she wipes at her face and tries to even out her breathing. It takes a few minutes, as it always does, but she finally manages to recover and drags herself out of bed.

“Thanks, subconscious.” She mumbles bitterly as she makes her way to the bathroom. She goes through the motions of her everyday routine; getting dressed, putting her hair up, brushing her teeth, staring at the old family vacation photo on her dresser for too long.. Numbly, she finishes lacing up her boots, then stands up ready to answer the door for the knock she knows is coming.

The predicted knock does happen and she opens the door to greet her sister, “Morning, Fuyumi.” She says as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Good morning, Azusa! You ready for today?” Fuyumi asks her as the two make their way to the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She says with a slight shrug as they step into the elevator.

After pressing the button for the Mess Hall, Fuyumi joins her sister in leaning against the back wall of the elevator. She bumps her shoulder against Azusa’s with a small playful smile on her face.

“It’s a big day for you, kinda thought you’d be more hyped.” She comments, her features taking on a bit of concern.

“It’s just another day, Yumi. Just another day of being one of his soldiers that he couldn’t give less of a damn about.” Azusa replies in an emotionless tone to cover up the anger burning beneath her skin.

Fuyumi lets out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors open, “He does care, Zusa… And I know that it won’t be the same without Toya there to cheer you on.. but it’s been three years. There was nothing more you could have done that day to stop him. He’s gone, you’re here, and you worked your ass off to get to this point. You deserve to feel excited about today.” She says tiredly as they walk up to the food line.

“Yeah..” Azusa responds quietly, letting the conversation fizzle out. They fill up their trays with no further conversation being made, then head for a table with open seating.

Unfortunately for both of them the only table with open seating just so happens to be next to the table that Katsuki Bakugo and his group are sitting at. Azusa rolls her eyes at the comments and praises she hears being thrown the blonde’s way as she sits down. It’s been two years since her group entered the Ranger Program and Bakugo’s arrogant personality hasn’t dimmed a bit. Not even being behind the scenes during humanity’s war against aliens has done anything to lessen his pompous attitude.

“Who do you think you’ll be Drift-compatible with, Bakugo?” Azusa hears Mina’s perky voice ask.

“I don’t think any of you extras could handle being in my head and I sure as hell don’t wanna be in any of your idiotic brains. I’m just gonna ask the Marshal to let me pilot by my damn self.” Bakugo replies with a tone full of annoyance, earning himself a few gasps of shock and a bit of laughter.

“Oh c’mon man, you know single piloting is impossible even with the tech we have now! Plus, I think we’d be Drift-compatible! We work well together and we’re both super manly!” She hears Kirishima exclaim and she lets out a small huff of laughter at the pose she knows he’s doing even without looking at him.

“I don’t need a damn co-pilot and if I am forced to have one, it better not be any of you idiots!” Bakugo bites out and Azusa rolls her eyes once again as she digs into her breakfast.

“What a jerk, Dad’s gonna be pissed if Bakugo actually puts in that request,” Fuyumi comments quietly before taking a sip of her juice.

Azusa silently nods her head in absentminded agreement as she takes another bite. Suddenly, everyone around her quiets down, their heads bowing in respect and words becoming low whispers.

“Good morning, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki greets, his booming voice echoing throughout the Mess Hall and demanding attention.

“As many of you know, today is the day that groups A through D will be testing to find their Drift-compatibility partners, or rather, their co-pilots. All other groups will be excused from their training to witness the event, but do not mistake this as a free day. Learn something from what you witness. As for groups A through D, tests will begin at 0800. Be prepared and be on time.” He continues, his stern tone making everyone give an intimidated nod of understanding.

“Ranger Azusa Todoroki,” Marshal Todoroki calls out, causing everyone’s eyes to turn toward the girl. Azusa clenches her jaw and her eyes meet the cold blue ones of her father.

“Come to my office once you have finished breakfast. Thank you, everyone, you may carry on.” He finishes with a slight bow of his head before he and his second-in-command, Marshal Shota Aizawa, turn to leave. Noise ensues once again with the disappearance of the Marshal’s presence. Meaningless chatter and the clattering of dishware fill the room, but one voice, in particular, catches Azusa’s attention as very much intended by the voice’s owner.

“Aww, the princess get in trouble, again?” Bakugo’s taunting comment grates at Azusa’s eardrums and her grip on her chopsticks tightens.

Other than the whitening of her knuckles, she gives no reaction toward the blonde, her eyes cast down toward her food tray despite wanting to glare at Bakugo. She numbly finishes her breakfast, tells Fuyumi that she’ll see her later, then stands to clear her place. She can feel eyes on her as she takes her tray to the trash bin, but she maintains her facade of emotionless neutrality as she walks out of the Mess Hall.

“The fuck does the old man want now?” She mumbles out angrily under her breath as she steps into the elevator.

Jamming her finger against the button for the floor that the Marshal’s office is on, she lets out a long breath. Stepping back to the middle of the elevator, Azusa crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. A minute or two passes and the elevator groans as it comes to a stop. She prepares herself, mentally and physically, to step out of the elevator when the doors begin to open but pauses when she comes face to face with Marshal Todoroki.

“Marshal?” She questions, bowing her head slightly, confusion flashing over her features before she settles back into her neutral state.

“We will be going down to the Shatterdome instead.” Marshal Todoroki says, his voice taking on a much different tone than earlier.

He stares at Azusa with an expectant look as he waits for her to move back so that he can step into the elevator. Azusa shakes the confusion from her mind and dutifully steps back to let the large man through the doorway. Tense silence fills the cramped-feeling space as she presses the button for the Shatterdome. The elevator groans once again as it begins descending.

“Why are we going to the Shatterdome, Sir?” Azusa asks, tone neutral and emotionless and the Marshal lets out a tired sigh.

“Azusa, please, it’s just the two of us you can call me da-”

“I stopped calling you that a long time ago, Enji. Why would I start again now? Just tell me why you wanted me to meet with you instead of letting me go get ready for my Drift-compatibility tests.” Azusa bites out, cutting off her father’s words.

Marshal Todoroki’s jaw clenches and his fists clench before the tension deflates from his body and a look of defeat fills his features, “I want to show you something.” He replies vaguely and Azusa sends him an incredulous look.

“You want to show me something?? This is ridiculous! I need to be getting ready, not dealing with your feeble attempts at earning my forgiveness ba-” Azusa’s anger gets the better of her until she cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut as the elevator doors open.

Marshal Todoroki stays silent as they step out of the elevator, only opening his mouth to greet others. They move through the hustle and bustle of the Shatterdome, walking past Jaeger after Jaeger and all of the people working on said Jaegers. They finally stop at the far end of Bay 12, both of them turning their bodies toward the Jaeger standing tall against the wall. Azusa’s neck cranes as she looks up at the gigantic robot, a tidal wave of emotions flooding her as she takes it in.

“Bravo Inferno,” Azusa whispers out, tears building up on her lash lines and the Marshal quietly nods from beside her. “The day Toya died.. I thought she was too destroyed to salvage, I mean, you barely came back in one piece.. H-how is she here?” She asks, her voice thick with emotion and tears slipping down her face.

“It took the repair techs a long time, but they were able to put her back together. In fact, she’s better than she was before.. on the inside, that is. I made sure the outside was redone to look the same as when she first came out of production.” Marshal Todoroki says quietly, his hands clasped behind his back professionally but his face full of emotions.

Azusa stares up at her brother’s old Jaeger with a mixture of awe and sadness. The blue flame-colored paint reflects the lights of the Shatterdome, giving it a pearlescent shine. Bravo Inferno’s emblem, a flaming phoenix, is stamped proudly on the left side of its chest along with the numbers from the year it was made. From head to toe, the Jaeger looks just like it had the day Azusa watched it leave the base being piloted by her brother for the last time.

“What was the point of this?” Azusa asks, coming back to her senses and remembering that she is standing with the man responsible for her brother’s death. “You piloting again or something?”

Still looking up at Bravo Inferno, the Marshal shakes his head, “No, my piloting days are long since over with. I’m passing Bravo Inferno on to you, Azusa. It’s.. it’s what Toya would have wanted had he thought the war would still be going on.” He says looking at Azusa with the ghost of a smile on his saddened face.

It takes a moment for Azusa to work past the lump in her throat, to straighten her back even though she wants to fall to her knees and sob. A strained “thank you” makes its way out of her mouth as she blinks away the tears in her eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~

Azusa cracks her knuckles before crossing her arms and waiting for the tests to begin. She and the other Rangers who will be testing today are gathered around the training mats, most idly chatting as they wait for Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa. She does a quick glance around and sees some of the other Rangers stretching, so she follows suit.

“Hey, Azusa!” Someone calls out excitedly right as Azusa hears footsteps approaching her. Turning her head, she catches sight of Tetsutetsu and Kendo making their way toward her. She sends them a small smile and waves, Tetsutetsu’s bright smile making her want to put on sunglasses.

“Hey guys,” she says when the two get up to her, narrowly dodging Tetsutetsu when he tries to engulf her in a hug.

“You nervous?” Kendo asks when the three of them fall back into warm-up stretches.

“Nope. I just hope that I get a good co-pilot.” Azusa answers simply as she leans further into a leg lunge.

“How are you not nervous?? Literally, everyone will be watching; Rangers, Rangers-in-training, Marshal Aizawa, Marshal Todoroki.. You’re seriously not nervous about your dad watching the tests??” Tetsutetsu rambles out before he is whacked upside the head by Kendo.

“Dude, shut up!” Kendo reprimands and Azusa huffs out a laugh.

“No, I’m not nervous. I don’t care who’s watching.” Azusa says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Attention, Rangers!” Marshal Aizawa’s stern voice calls out and everyone stands at attention.

“At ease,” Marshal Todoroki calls out next as he steps up next to Marshal Aizawa. Everyone relaxes but keeps their full attention on the two men at the front of the room.

“We’ll go over a brief explanation of how the tests will work, then we’ll get started.” Marshal Aizawa starts as the bleachers along the walls of the room begin filling with the other groups of Rangers-in-training that aren’t testing.

“The tests will work like this; one-on-one melee combat with bo staffs. You all have been broken up into smaller groups based on your results from previous Drift simulations and screenings. These one-on-ones will help better identify who exactly you work well with. Remember Rangers, these are dialogues, not fights. The goal is to find a co-pilot that keeps up with your moves and keeps the scores even. Should one of you outright win a match then we’ll know that person is not a match for you. The cementing stage of this test will occur at a later date when you and your co-pilot are assigned a Jaeger and go through your first real Drift together.” Marshal Aizawa explains in his normal serious yet tired tone.

“Rangers Bakugo, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki, Kendo, and Hado, grab your bo staffs then step onto the mat. Each of you will have one match with each other then Marshal Todoroki and I will review your scores later. Your co-pilots will be announced tomorrow if we get through everyone’s tests today. Marshal Todoroki, if you would choose the starting pairings, please,” Marshal Aizawa says and Marshal Todoroki scans over the six Rangers lined up in front of him.

“Kendo with Bakugo, Tetsutetsu with Hado, and Kirishima with Todoroki.” Marshal Todoroki says, tone firm as always and his gaze already full of judgment.

“Rangers spread out across the mat with your respective opponent and assume position. You will begin when I say so.” Marshal Aizawa commands and the Rangers listen accordingly.

Once they’ve reached a space far enough away from the other pairs, Azusa faces Kirishima with her bo staff positioned diagonally in front of her. She takes in a deep breath, steadying the few nerves that have crept into her system, and bends her knees slightly ready to move to either defend or attack. Kirishima does the same, winking at her when their eyes meet with a playful smirk on his face.

“Rangers begin,” Marshal Aizawa commands, and the pairs begin their matches.

The match between Bakugo and Kendo ends quickly with the score being; Bakugou 4 and Kendo 1. That’s not to say that Kendo didn’t try her best to keep up with Bakugou, it’s just that the blonde was relentless. Despite them all being told that the matches were supposed to flow like dialogues and not fights, it’s just like Katsuki Bakugo to do his own thing. Tetsutetsu and Hado’s match ended a bit better with their scores being; Hado 4 and Tetsutetsu 2. In both of their typical fashions, they shook hands at the end of the match, both of them wearing confident smiles.

Kirishima and Azusa started out neck and neck, but that changed quickly when Azusa got the upper hand. Their match ended with the scores being; Azusa 4 and Kirishima 2. Azusa helped Kirishima up after her final time taking him down and wished him good luck on his next match. Kirishima, being the ever-bright ray of sunshine that he is, smiled warmly at her and thanked her for a good match.

The next three rounds of matches seemed to fly by while simultaneously feeling dragged out. Azusa had won by 1 point against both Hado and Kendo, which made her feel pretty good about ending up being co-pilots with either of them. She, unfortunately, lost by 2 points against Tetsutetsu and she was a little disappointed by the fact that one of her two best friends wasn’t a very good match for her to be co-pilots with. At the end of their, match Tetsutetsu gave her an encouraging smile and told her that he would have been honored to be co-pilots with her.

“Time for the final matches for the first six Rangers. The pairings will be as follows; Hado with Kendo, Tetsutetsu with Kirishima, and Bakugo with Todoroki. Get ready, Rangers.” Marshal Aizawa calls out, and Azusa’s entire being fills with dread.

“Prepared to lose, Princess?” Bakugo goads arrogantly as the two get into position and Azusa’s blood boils a bit.

Marshal Aizawa tells them to begin and Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to make the first move. Azusa blocks his bo staff a couple of times but ultimately Bakugo lands a hit to her shoulder.

“1-0.” Bakugo comments with a cocky smirk.

Not wasting another moment, Azusa swings her bo staff knocking the blonde’s bo staff away and rushing him. With quick movements, she brings her bo staff up, then swings it down, stopping it only inches from his face.

“1-1.” She says quietly, challenging him with her eyes while her face remains neutral.

They go back and forth for what feels like hours, both of them having stopped keeping track of the score after they hit 2-2. Both of them panting and sweating, their match continues on and on until a booming voice pierces the bubble they seem to be in.

“That’s enough! Bakugo, Todoroki, your match is over. Put your bo staffs away and get on the sidelines.” Marshal Todoroki sternly tells the two and Bakugo releases Azusa from the hold he had her in.

The blonde stands and walks off to put his bo staff away, not bothering to offer Azusa help. The two don’t even look at each other once they’re both situated on the sidelines of the training mat, standing as far away from each other as possible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu both send Azusa twin looks of surprise mixed with heavy confusion, but she chooses to ignore them in favor of watching the next group of matches.

Note ~ I know that there may not be much to go off of but let me know what you think so far! Should I post chapter/part 2 sooner than planned? Idk, I'm just loving how the story is turning out and wanted to share it with yall! I love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

Ps, @tr-mha-fan I'm doing my best to work on your (second) request, I promise that I didn't ignore your ask, Lovely! <3

[huntedhounds]

another comm for red_riot_4666 on instagram!! always a pleasure drawing their girls 😊❤️

[lunaaudiocoski]

Chapter 6 of "Retornos de vida Bakugou Katsuki x OC" (Returns of Life) is now on both Wattpad and AO3

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.