#bnha crack

[kirihoon]

BAKUGOU GETTING HIT WITH A TRUTH QUIRK

because why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

cw: tons of curse words

"Bakugou-san, are you okay?" you ask him. You saw him get hit with a villain's quirk earlier. Though he seems physically fine. Well, relatively. He has more than a few scratches and bruises from the fight. Nothing that'll leave a mark tho. You're still worried of how the quirk might affect him.

"tsk. I'm not fine! I'm hurt!" you stood there shocked at his response. Never in the five years you've known him has he ever answered that way. You've heard him say he was fine while being wheeled into the hospital, stabs all over him.

Bakugou is just as shocked at his answer.

That isn't what he meant to say! He's not fucking weak! He's the strongest hero, damn it!

But he doesn't have time to ponder this because you quickly move over to him, checking every inch of his body and muttering that he needs to go to the hospital.

"Oy! I said I'm not fine." He meant to say he was fine! He swears! Please don't think he's some weak ass hero who can't handle a few cuts. "Fuck! That isn't what I meant to say!"

At this point, you're freaking the fuck out. How hurt does he have to be to actually admit it? You don't even register you're surroundings. Neither of you notice the villain tied up and smirking at you and Bakugou's little conversation.

"Are you in pain? What can I do? How can I help? I swear it's gonna be okay. Okay? Don't panic, don't fucking panic!" you say in a rushed increasingly higher voice.

You are definitely not panicking, nope. Bakugou's fine. He's a hero. He's a great, strong, and resilient hero. He's going to be okay. He is. You promise yourself that he is. But, but what if?

Your breathing quickens now. This can't be happening. He can't, he can't do this. You haven't even been able to confess your feelings to him. You've been hyping yourself up for a couple months now, ever since you've decided to admit you like him after a few years of silence. He can't not let you at least say it. Selfish bastard.

"Y/n? Are you okay? I know you're cute as fuck when you're worrying about me but you don't have to. I'm going to be okay."

What. The. Fuck. Where the fuck did that come from? Bakugou didn't mean to say that. Well, it is true, he thinks. But all his blood is now rushing to his cheeks. Blush reaching even his ears and neck.

You're no better. You're wide eyes from panic are now due to you being flustered. Okay, calm down Y/n. There has to be a rational reason why a hero waaayyy out of your league is saying you're cute. Maybe he got hit in the head a little too hard? Maybe it was a quirk that makes him lie or damaged his eyesight or something. Yeah, that's probably it.

You say nothing as you turn around and find a medic who could help him. You practically sprint away from him. Your heart is beating too fast. Maybe you should find yourself a medic too.

Bakugou is left there, embarrassed. Oh no. He's an idiot. Y/n ran away. Of course, they don't like him that way. That sweet angel sent by the gods. How could theh ever like a loud, aggressive, and angry man like him?

He needs to explain himself. Maybe he could say it was a joke. But that seems cruel. Maybe he could say he wasn't talking about you. No, that doesn't even make sense. Maybe he could blame Deku. Yeah, that always works. But how could he make it seem like Midoriya's fault.

He ends his inner monologue and decides he should just talk to you. He found you alone near one of the ambulances, looking around.

"Hey, y/n. Let me explain." Okay that's the easy part. Now, for the actual explaining part. He's a mighty hero, he's taken down a shit ton of villains. Why does this seem to be way harder. "The truth is, I like you. I have for a while now. It's true, you're cute when you worry. Especially when it's about me. It's nice to know I matter enough to you for you to actually care if I'm okay."

Huh? That's both of your reactions. Where the fuck did that come from? This time, Bakugou is the one to leave. Embarrassed and scared of your response.

You catch up to him and grab his wrist. "I like you too, Bakugou-san! I thought I never had a chance with you. Please, go on a date with me!" Your puppy dog eyes stare at him, into his soul. You patiently wait for his response despite your growing anxiety. "F-fine! Dumbass. I should have been the one to ask you out." He says, rolling his eyes. Yet, he still couldn't hide the smile on his face and twinkle in his eyes while staring at you.

Six months later, you and Bakugou are happily together. You and him were sorting through a couple criminals' files for a report when you stumble across the incident that kick-started your relationship. Only then did you realize he was hit with a truth quirk.

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Bonus:

"What just happened?" A flabbergasted Midoriya asks as he watched the interaction between Bakugou and Y/n.

"I genuinely don't know." Kirishima answers, looking equally shocked.

The villain snickered, "I know what happened~" he says in a teasing tone. The two men look at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I hit him with a truth quirk, he can only say the truth for a couple hours" he says, smirking despite the chains around him.

-----

"Hey, Bakubro! Who's your best and manliest bro in the whole world?" Kirishima asks Bakugou back at the office. Only the two of them and Midoriya are present. They just finished discussing the logistics of the incident.

"What the fuck? Obviously it's you, Shitty Hair!"

"Aw, Bakubro, you're so sweet!"

-----

"Soooo, Kacchan, do you like, only pretend to still hate me?" Midoriya felt guilty for using the villain's quirk but this was just too good to let go.

"Of course, you're my oldest friend and stuck with me through my bullshit. I'll be a damned fool to actually hate you now." Midoriya straight up just bursts into tears.

He's going to kill these two.

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a/n: yey finally finished with this. imagine all the questions kaminari would ask him if he found out.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

summary: a siren attack is already unfortunate, but it's worse if it also reveals some truths about your insufferable crew mate

pairing: pirate! hawks x gn! pirate! reader

warnings: just a silly drabble to get back into writing and exorcise some of my hawks brainrot; a little suggestive at the end

general masterlist || bnha masterlist

Getting stuck on the same ship as Takami Keigo was one of life’s most torturous challenges. At least for you. He was obnoxiously arrogant and, much to your chagrin, people flocked to him like seagulls to a forgotten loaf of bread. 

Sure, your fellow pirate was quite easy on the eyes and rather charming when he wanted to be;  a truth you would only ever admit in the comfort of your own head, lest you inflate his ego even further. Instead, you rather grumbled to yourself, cursing his name for getting to sit pretty in the crow’s nest while you sat on deck and mended a torn net.

“Having fun down there?” If the devil ever spoke to you, you were sure he would mimic the grating lilt of Keigo’s melodic voice. “You know, I’m pretty sure a whale could swim through the holes you’re leaving.”

He was your crew mate, he was an essential part of the expedition, you couldn’t just shoot him down. 

“At least one of us is doing their job,” you deadpanned, not even giving him the satisfaction to look up. “You know, I think an island could sneak up on us with how distracted you are.”

“Oh you think you’re distracting me?” Even with your eyes trained on the cords in your hands, you could picture the cocky tilt of his head, a dashing grin playing around his lips. “Is that the kind of effect you want to have on me?”

“You’re the one who’s always coming up to bother me, so if anything you’re the one who’s obsessed with me.” If this conversation went on for any longer, your medic would have to patch up a popped vein on your part.

“Ah there is that wishful thinking again,” he laughed and this time you glared up at his silhouette standing out against the blinding sun. As always, he wore loose beige pants and the top buttons of his black shirt were undone, showing more of his toned chest than you needed to see. His black boots were propped up against the nest’s railing and the crimson head scarf fluttering in the breeze matched the earring dangling from his left lobe.

Just as you were about to retort, another shadow against the sun caught your attention. Drawing your pistol, you undid the safety, alerting the rest of the crew that there was something coming.

But before you could see what exactly was approaching, you suddenly lost your balance as the ship developed a heavy list. Grabbing onto the mast of the crow’s nest, you managed to steady yourself, yet the impact knocked the revolver from your grip. As you looked up, the first thing you saw was the massive cliffs your ship was heading towards, sharp rocks littering the waters, waiting to demolish its wooden bottom. 

Then your eyes locked on to the crew’s navigator, whose head lulled from one side to the other as he firmly steered you towards your demise. Next to him, holding his attention, was a beautiful woman sweetly tracing a finger along his jaw as she sang to him. As a feather drifted past your eyes, it suddenly hit you what -or who- exactly you were dealing with.

“Cover your ears!” You shouted to no one in particular as you scrambled for the wax you had stuffed into your pocket. With your hearing muffled, your own heartbeat raced in your ears as you dove for your pistol and breathlessly aimed for the siren attached to your navigator, who by now was half way towards the ship’s railing, his feet dragging underneath him as the woman lured him further towards the water.

You weren’t sure if your bullet was enough to actually kill the siren but upon impact it dissolved into a burst of feathers and released its hold on your crew mate, who dazedly blinked as he tried to regain his senses.

The next few minutes were a blur of talons, feathers and pulling your crew back from the ship’s edge, even tying some of them to the masts to make sure they wouldn’t try to kill themselves again.

Soon enough, however, you were out of bullets and you reluctantly drew the dagger previously secured to your thigh, scanning the area for more sirens when someone tapped your shoulder. Whirling around you slashed your dagger in an arc around you, only to find Keigo standing in front of you, holding up his hands innocently. There was an easy going smile on his face as he said something you couldn’t understand, so you removed one of the wax beads restricting your hearing.

And that was your mistake.

Only a few heartbeats after his velvety voice reached your ears, your dagger clattered onto the deck as Keigo reached out to unplug your other ear as well, his fingers grazing your cheek with nails much sharper than you expected. You wondered if his lips would be as plush as you imagined them to be or if his hair would be as soft as it looked when you buried your fingers in it.

His amber eyes were trained entirely on you as he gave you a coy gaze, inviting you to take another step towards him, to find out for yourself, to sate your curiosity. Likewise, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him either as your feet followed his graceful movements, the light reflecting of his golden hair like a halo, the crimson wings on his back completing his angelic appearance—

Then, Keigo dissolved into a burst of those same scarlet feathers as two sharp swords sliced through his torso. For a moment, you thought you had imagined it when the same face came back into view again.

With full force, the noise of the ship reached you again and you staggered backwards at the sudden onslaught of stimuli. Around you, the crew was running around, untying people and frantically steering the ship back onto the right course as you raced to regain your bearings, disoriented by the orders being bellowed around you.

“That should be the last of them,” Keigo ripped you from your daze, his voice clearer as the sea as he sheathed his swords again. “Nasty creatures, those sirens. Though I guess this one was a handsome fellow, considering you were dazedly mumbling my name on your way overboard.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line when your brain caught up to your current situation. Perhaps the siren had been taken care off, yet you were still tempted to throw yourself head first over the railing. Justifiably so, you thought when your eyes darted to the man’s face long enough to confirm the self-satisfied expression he was wearing.

“I am quite flattered really,” he mused, one hand reaching out to tilt your face up so you’d meet his eyes as he stepped closer to you. For a split-second, the thought that it was still a siren in front of you crossed your mind. “To think that a siren would choose to wear my face in an effort to seduce you… now isn’t that quite the compliment?”

“Just… shut up and let me die in peace, would you?” You rolled your eyes, ready to retreat into your little cabin and try to grapple with your near-death experience, this confrontation included. If only the rocky spikes had ripped open the bottom of the ship, you could sink to the sea floor in quiet solitude.

“No no no, why would you do that when you can stay right here with me? C’mon just see it as my reward for saving your precious life, treasure.” He sent you a cheeky wink, drawing your attention to the sharp slant of his eyes and your heart, the treacherous thing, skipped a beat. 

“Is your idea of a reward torturing me further? Or what could you possibly get out of this?” Your shoulders sacked with your sigh, resigning to your defeat. 

“What I’m getting out of this? It’s quite obvious isn’t it?” Slinging an arm around your hanging shoulders, Keigo pulled you flush to his side. Warmth and the scent of salt mixed with something woodsy radiated off of him and you could admit this wasn’t the worst position to be in. “Believe it or not, I do enjoy your company.”

“That is hard to believe, you’re right.” You cocked your head in suspicion. “Normally you do everything to get under my skin, so what changed?”

“Hmm, I wonder why that is,” Keigo’s melodic timbre lilted before transitioning into his typical pearly laughter. Then, as if sharing a secret, he leant down so his lips were dangerously close to your ear, his voice dropping low. “You know, you weren’t the only one visited by a siren. As tempting as that version of you looked, I must say I prefer the real deal.

“Do you think I could get you to sing for me as well?”

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[nugget-eater123]

Please please pleeaase smau bakugo x reader where bakugo is only nice to reader in the gc bc r is lowkey sensitive and everyone kind of makes fun of them but also ships at the same time (not established relationship)

I got you pookieeeee 🙏 i had a lot just happen at work for me so I could really only push one part out of me rn but I’m absolutely not opposed to adding more later ❤️ I’m SO fucking sorry this took so damn long 💀 I love youuu thank you for asking for this 🙏 cause ong I feel like this is canon behavior

Part 1 (you are here) Part 2

[kumori-love]

Bakugo: I can bench 300 lbs.

Kirishima: I can squat 375 lbs.

Kaminari: I can lift the homies' spirits with my killer sense of humor

[lilianade-comics]

DEKU....SMASH!!

[aira-writes]

Being Dabi's Girl

Pairings: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Genre: headcanons, fluff, humor, crack, bnha-imagines, college au

Warnings: language, sexually suggestive

Characters are aged up

A/n: This is not proof-read so read at your own risk. Hope you’ll like this. Dabi might be a bit OOC on this one.

❧ being Dabi’s girl means getting kissed by him at random times.

❧ he'll place his palm on the side of your cheek—abruptly but gently pulling your face towards his without any warning.

❧ you’re baking and busy mixing a bowl of batter in your hand?

❧ Dabi’s big, warm, and calloused hands cupping your cheek, him leaning down to your height, and him smashing his lips on to your chocolate smudged ones—all in a swift motion

❧ “think it needs more chocolate, doll.” he smirks at you, licking his own lip.

❧ you’d just stand there, in a daze, trying to get over what had happened.

❧ your sneaky boyfriend would just raise his eyebrows at you, smirking and teasing you with his eyes.

❧ “I—”

❧ “oh and stop tasting the batter every 5 mins or you'll ran out of mixture, doll.”

❧ and with that, he went straight to the fridge and took out a jug of milk

❧ the guy already took a swig when you finally were able to get over your dazed state

❧ “Babe!—I told you not to drink directly on the jug.”

❧ “whoops, my bad.” he chuckled and wiped his mouth using the back of his hand.

❧ You rolled your eyes at his teasing stare.

❧ “I’ll do that next time. Promise.” he leaned down and kissed your forehead before walking out the kitchen

❧ another time, you were studying in your study room since the exams were coming up.

❧ a few scattered pens lied on top of your table, together with your notes, thick books, scrunched up papers, your laptop and a black americano to keep you awake for the rest of the night.

❧ you were busy reading a paragraph when you heard the door creaked open.

❧ you didn’t have to guess who it was

❧ “jgh. What you up to, doll?” you heard him speak, your back still turned on him

❧ “hey baby. I’m studying for my exams.” you replied back, nose still buried in the book you’re reading as you typed on your laptop.

❧ you heard him walk towards where you were and stopped behind you, leaning forwards a bit to take a glimpse of what you were working on your laptop

❧ you still had your eyes glued to your laptop, typing away as you summarized a topic.

❧ you knew he was just close even when you have your back turned on him because you could smell a quiff of his cologne.

❧ “are you hungry, baby? There’s some food in—” you were about to face your boyfriend when your swivel chair was spun around all of a sudden

❧ and before you knew it, a pair of lips connected on to yours cutting of what you were going to say

❧ those pair of lips gave yours a teasing nibble before you were swung back around making you face your laptop again.

❧ “—famished.” he whispered in your ear that sent tingles to your spine

❧ then he walked back to the door. “Where did you say the food was, doll?”

❧ you didn't have to turn around to know that your cocky boyfriend must be smirking right now, amazed at what's he's done and amazed at the reaction he got from you.

❧ you blinked once, twice, then trice

❧ damn you cocky dabi

❧ “uh—um—k-kitchen.” you stuttered out the words and meeped at yourself for being such a blabbering mess.

❧ “thanks, baby. I'll come back up when I'm done.” he left the room and you didn't fail to hear his chuckle as he closed the door shut

❧ you facepalmed with exasperation.

❧ he and his damn steal-kissing-thingy!

❧ earlier, you wanted to smack the smirk off his face because he once again stole a kiss and caught you offguard— he even managed to distract you from studying

❧ but you already felt the heat rising to your cheeks

❧ and you definitely didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he succeeded in getting a reaction from you

❧ so you resisted the urge to smack your boyfriend's face with a thick book at that moment.

❧ being Dabi’s girl also means sleeping on a different position at night and waking up to a different sleeping position in the morning

❧ it’s no surprise that Dabi is a touchy kinda boyfriend.

❧ he may not be verbal about his clingy side, but his actions really shows that side of him

❧ one time, you were taking a little longer than usual in the bathroom because you were applying your night skin care routine

❧ unbeknownst to you—while you were busy humming a tune and putting on some acne spot treatments, your boyfriend was getting impatient as he waited in bed

❧ “fuck!”

❧ “That would’ve been a fun word to hear from you, if you were actually right beside me in bed and cradled in my arms, doll.”

❧ you were startled upon seeing a figure in the mirror. He was leaning against the doorway and with his arms crossed against his chest— a figure in which you were damn sure, wasn’t there a second ago

❧ you rolled your eyes “you scared me, baby.” you whined as you continued applying your cream

❧ “can’t believe this bathroom’s hogging my girl. Fuck you, bathroom. Can I have her back now?”

❧ you giggled at his words. “I’ll be done in a sec. Don’t miss me too much.”

❧ “the bed’s not gonna warm itself, doll.”

❧ you managed to finish your skin care 2 minutes earlier, before your possessive-ass of a boyfriend starts whining

❧ and that’s when you remember sleeping next to Dabi and being the little spoon

❧ his right hand innocently placed on your waist which seemingly happens to move downwards every few seconds, and the biceps on his left hand—serving their sole purpose—as your arm pillow

❧ when you wake up, there’s already a small drop of saliva dribbled on your boyfriend’s tshirt right in his chest area—where your head was layed on a few seconds ago

❧ you yawned, scanning your surroundings as you took in the information that you were now already laying on top of your boyfriend

❧ both of his arms were wrapped around your waist while he snored like a puppy.

❧ how he managed to move you without waking you up and without you suffocating him in your sleep—didn't fail to amaze you.

❧ there are also times where you perfectly remember sleeping while being the bigger spoon in bed—Dabi snoring off as he enjoyed the warmth of your arms around his torso.

❧ then waking up to a grinning-sleeping Dabi whose face was perfectly snuggled right between your breasts

❧ and ooh boy does he look like he was having a great dream

❧ Being Dabi’s girl also means getting butt slaps from him at random times

❧ one time, you were able to woke up early. And sensing that your boyfriend was tired from the night before because of his job—you decided to wake him up with a breakfast in bed

❧ managing to free yourself from being entangled in your boyfriend's arms without waking him up and putting on Dabi's loose shirt on because you can't seem to find yours—were the things you did before you walked downstairs and into the kitchen

❧ you had your headphones on and were swaying your hips to the beat of the music as you cooked breakfast

❧ you almost threw the pancakes too high up in the air when a smack landed on your ass that scared the shit out of you

❧ “Dabi!” you whined and glared, facing your snickering boyfriend. “Behave!”

❧ “Couldn’t resist, doll.” He chuckled some more and you resisted the urge to slap his face with the smoking hot pancakes you were cooking.

❧ another example of Dabi’s ass slapping incident was when the guy acquired some flu and would pry you away from him everytime you'd get close—afraid he'll transfer it to you

❧ “doll, I told you. Stay away from me before you get the damn flu.” a fit of coughs soon followed

❧ “No.” you pouted and whined, snuggling more into his neck.

❧ Dabi can't even move you if he wanted to because he's also lost most of his strength, and it doesn't help the fact that you're currently on top of him—straddling the ill guy—and was holding onto him like a koala clinging to its bamboo tree.

❧ “Don’t be stubborn.”

❧ “But I wanna stay with you.”

❧ “No. Now get off.”

❧ “Make me.”

❧ he coughed and groaned.

❧ And before you knew it—“OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR.”— a strong slap echoed throughout the room

❧ “Now be a good girl and get off daddy before he gets mad.”

❧ Being Dabi’s girl also means being showered with lots and lots of love

❧ Not being able to receive that from his Father, it was only natural for him to give his girl everything he never got to experience

❧ Dabi is very much into PDA and couldn't care less if a lot of people are staring

❧ he’s mostly focused on you to gaf about other people or whatever they’re thinking

❧ he’s keen on being able to touch you almost every time.

❧ he’d have no problem holding your hand in public

❧ he’d also have no trouble teasing you in public—either by using your head as an armrest (because you’re a shorty) or carrying drunk-you like a sack of potatoes

❧ he’d also be the one to initiate physical contact, either by intertwining your hands with his or putting a hand on the small of your back when you’re in a crowded place to make sure you won’t get separated from him

❧ he’s more likely the type of boyfriend to pull your jacket off so he could warm you up himself

❧ Dabi being Dabi would also make you wrap your arms around his waist when you’re riding his motorcycle and would teasingly increase his speed so you’d hug him tighter.

❧ he’d also give you forehead kisses when you’ve already fallen asleep after he just came home from work

❧ he also doesn’t fail to shower you with compliments

❧ “My baby’s so sexy.”

❧ “You smell so good.”

❧ “Shut it, doll. You’re gorgeous.”

❧ “Guess who looks good in red? Yeah, you do.”

❧ “Who’s a good girl for daddy?”

❧ All in all I think Dabi’s an attentive boyfriend

❧ He might be an ass and would tease you a lot most of the time which would result to a nose flaring y/n and looking like a fire breathing dragon—but he really loves you so much.

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

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[grapementos]

don’t blink

aged up kaminari x reader

“three.. two.. one.. go!”

as soon as sero’s hand rose, you and denki engaged in a hardcore, life on the line staring contest.

the rest of class 3A surrounded the two of you in the common area, bets being placed over who would blink first.

“c’mon, y/n, i know you just looove staring into my eyes, but let’s make this quick, yeah?”

you chuckled, resting your hands on the table separating the two of you, “oh, kami, you flatter yourself.”

“y/n’s totally gonna win—denki’s probably gonna ‘forget’ and blink accidentally.”

“no way! denki’s actually really good at staring contests. as for y/n, i don’t know; i’ve never gone against them.”

you ignored the hushed whispers from your classmates and scooted in, a sly smirk making its way onto your face.

“don’t give me that look.”

“the look of a winner?”

“the look of a cheater.”

you placed your hand on your chest, mock offended, “i strategize, not cheat.”

“pretty sure giving me goo-goo eyes is cheating.”

“it actually isn’t—” iida began before being shushed by mina.

“what, you don’t like my goo-goo eyes?” you hummed, reaching across the table for denki’s hand.

“i’ll zap you.”

“quirk use is cheating—” iida interjected.

“yeah, kami.” you grinned, linking your pinky with his, “zap me and you lose.”

he grumbled, his eyes beginning to water, “pretty sure hand holding is against the rules.”

“again, it’s—”

“shut up, iida!” the rest of the class groaned in unison.

you unfocused your eyes and let your lids fall a little, giving the burn some relief. your eyes were trained on denki’s searching his entire face for any sign of giving in.

his cheeks were a little flushed, hand clammy against yours.

“what’s the matter? nervous?”

he scoffed with too much confidence, “pssh, no way! my eyes are wide open, baby. i got this.”

“the redness tells a different story.” you tilted your head, “and are those tears i spy?”

a few strands of hair started to rise and frizz from his head, a telltale sign that he was close to giving up, “nope, not from this guy.”

you stared at him intensely, wordlessly as you tried your hardest to suppress the increasing burn in your eyes.

denki looked away for the first time since the competition started, “quit looking at me like that.”

“like what?” you chuckled, resting your cheek on your free hand, “like i’m about to beat you?”

his cheeks had grown increasingly pink-er, his eyes still on whatever was to his right. finally, when his eyes did land on you again, you jumped in your seat when a shock ran from your finger and through the rest of your body.

naturally, you blinked, forgetting all about the contest, “ow, no quirk use!”

“y/n wins on the grounds of kaminari using his quirk.” iida ruled, clapping his hands.

some classmates groaned, some grinned and counted their newfound lunch money.

kirishima clapped his hand on denki’s shoulder, “c’mon, man, you totally could’ve won!”

“they were eye-fucking me!” denki whined, “what was i supposed to do? i was being violated!”

you laughed, smoothing down your hair, “excuses, excuses. but now i get to use my quirk on you.”

denki shrunk in his seat, his eyes finally coming back into focus, “have mercy.”

[kirihoon]

Bakugou cooking for you is honestly one of the sweetest things ever.

"What are you eating?"

"Nothiiiing"

".. is that ramen?"

"uhh.. no"

This may or may not have been the fourth time you ate instant noodles this week, and it may or may not have been only tuesday.

"Damn it, Y/n! I told you that shit's not healthy if you eat it too often!" Katsuki yells at you. It made you pout to the point where your lip quivers.

You weren't doing this deliberately, you swear! It's just that you've been busy with studying. Too many requirements, all too soon. Instant noodles are easy, convenient, not time consuming. Not to mention, you're kinda broke at the moment, so there's that too.

Admittedly, you stomach aches a bit and the feeling of bloated-ness won't go away. You are aware that it isn't good for you.

At the sight of your pout, Katsuki's intense glare softens. "Fine, brat. Just fuckin wait there while I whip something up."

He cooked your favorite meal while you watched him. You swear no dish has ever tasted better and you'd bet none ever will. Not even the way he softly lectures you while you both sit down to eat can ruin the food. Not when you know it's his way of showing he loves you.

a/n: this is soooo not based on a true story and i am soooo not on my way to cook instant noodles again. Yup. Definitely not broke and hoarding a stack of instant noodles. Can't be me.

[ouch-thats-harsh]

*playing Scrabble*

Kaminari: I will put my ‘A’ down to make 'A’

Mina: I will add to your 'A’ to make 'AT’

Kirishima: I will add onto your 'AT’ to make 'RAT’

Bakugou: I will add onto your 'RAT’ to make 'BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC’

Sero: *flips the board*

[youremy-celebrity]

fbi open up [mha smau]

bakugo katsuki x reader

amongst search histories and private youtube videos

part twenty-four: being a bitch for bitch's sake

masterlist // part twenty-three // part twenty-five

'tis a long one! i hope y'all enjoy :) also bakugo pls shut up for one second it was going so well,,

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an: y’all switched up on bakugo so fast after the last two chapters and i got so many hilarious messages threatening that boy but HONESTLY SAME we only disrespect men in this household 💅 this would be the only upload for today thanks for being patient! we’ll be back in our regular fluff schedule soon 👀

[nugget-eater123]

A/n: part 2!! ❤️ I just yapped this whole smau ong

Enjoy!!

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[irisintheafterglow]

Rock and Roll, Buckaroo! (Bakusquad x you)

summary: you go on a ghost tour with the bakusquad - 1.3k words

cw: so much yelling, cliche paranormal activity (flickering lights, footsteps, etc), lots of profanity thanks bakugo, the bakusquad shares a single brain cell and most of the time you have it

note: so i wrote this instead of working on stuff for hawks and gojo but don't worry they're on their way i promise <3 i offer you this halloween in july fic instead inspired by buzzfeed unsolved and my visit to the whaley house a few months back.

likes/reblogs/feedback is always appreciated!!!

“I’ll be honest, Mina, I don’t think Doja is the vibe for rolling up to a haunted house.” 

“Passenger seat gets AUX, Sero, so you’re just gonna have to deal with it.”

“Why the fuck does the driver not get AUX–”

“Because your music has an even worse vibe than Mina’s, Bakubro.” 

“Tch, whatever. Just be glad I’m driving your dumbasses or else you’d be stuck with Denki’s passive ass in the driver’s seat.” 

“I am a safe driver! Safer than Bakugo at least…” 

“OI–” The car erupts into chaos as Bakugo tries to blast Denki, who was sitting directly behind the driver’s seat while Mina throws herself over the wheel to avoid veering into oncoming traffic. Denki screams in terror, reaching across Jiro for Kirishima, who was trying to push back Bakugo’s sparking hand. You put your head in your hands as Sero starts viciously kicking Denki’s seat from the third row. Why Sero thought it would be a good idea to send a TikTok about the most haunted places in the country to the group chat suggesting a visit to one right outside the city, you had no idea. What perplexes you, even more, is that Bakugo had been the first one to agree, followed by you and Kirishima, then Mina and Jiro, and finally a reluctant Denki. 

“Bakugo! The parking lot!” Jiro screams from the middle row. In between his pleas for Bakugo’s mercy, Denki yells out final directions. 

“You have to turn right now!” Bakugo throws the wheel to the side and swerves a violent right turn, hurtling Sero into your shoulder. Sero rights himself and takes in the surrounding modern-looking office complex with confusion. 

“That was the wrong exit!”  

“No fucking shit! Denki, you said to turn right!” 

“I meant left right at that moment, dude!” 

“YOU-” 

“Bakubro, remember your morals!”  

Ten minutes later, after several more attempts at homicide by Bakugo’s hands, you were standing at the steps of the ancient-looking house as the tour guide introduced the history of the hauntings to your group and others unfortunate enough to have booked a tour at the same time. 

“You guys scared?” Mina whispers to you, linking her elbow to yours with a smile. 

Jiro scoffed from your other side, and you shook your head in agreement. “As if,” you reply, straining to listen to the guide’s instructions. 

“Take care, dear visitors, for certain things may go BUMP,” he says, stamping his cane on the porch and making Denki yelp. “And beware of the spirits of the family that are determined to make visitors acknowledge them, skeptical or not.” The guide points his cane at Kirishima, who runs a hand through his hair, chuckling nervously. The guide stares into Kirishima’s eyes for a few moments more and then abruptly turns around to open the doors, causing snickers among your friends. 

“Enter, dear visitors, if you dare.” 

The guide leads the group through the foyer, the kitchen, the living area, and the upstairs bedrooms. The house was filled with beautifully ornate furniture and well-preserved artifacts from centuries past caked with layers of dust. 

Not that your friends cared about all that.

Sero had his phone out, recording from the moment you had stepped through the entryway and insistent upon catching paranormal activity. You took photos of Mina and Jiro posing next to the portraits of the Ladies of the House, their eyebrows drawn together and eyelids droopy to match the paintings’ solemn expressions. Bakugo, surprisingly, was fascinated by the grim history of the house and would shush your group if they started getting too loud that he couldn’t hear the guide. Kirishima stuck close to Bakugo and Denki, jokingly commenting on whether the actions of the men in the house were manly or not to hide his unease. 

The tour ended at the head of the house’s office before exiting out the backyard gate, and your friends lingered to take a photo in an antique full-body mirror. The temperature seemed to have dropped significantly, and Sero’s phone battery drained immediately after taking the mirror photo. 

“Man… I swear this thing had, like, 80% power when we got here.” He knocked his hand a few times against the edge of the phone to no avail, the no-battery symbol flashing mockingly at him. 

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you were recording unnecessary shit this entire time. Coulda just asked me for a fuckin’ summary afterward.”

You laughed at Bakugo’s commitment to the tour. “You’re just grumpy that we dragged you into a group mirror photo, Kats.” 

“Alright, now that my hands are free, do you think that if I drew a pentagram on the floor that I’d summon a demon?” Sero waggled his eyebrows and Jiro scoffed at his casual reference to getting possessed. 

“Maybe if you sat on it. Or laid on it, like that tall guy on YouTube.” 

“Nah, man, I don’t mess around with that shit. Don’t be trying that stuff if I’m near you.” 

“Do you actually believe in ghosts? That’s why you’re scared of them?”

“Not scared… just not interested in getting my body taken over. It’d suck big time.” 

“Mina, what the fuck are you looking at that’s so funny?” The pink-haired hero was pointing to a small, faded image of one of the family’s sons that had died of some disease. 

“Ha, look at this guy that looks like Bakugo, Jiro. Jiro?” Mina’s voice trails off, looking back at Jiro, who was tensely staring at the ceiling of the house. Her eyes track the perimeter of where the office walls meet the ceiling, face taut with concentration. The others don’t notice until she quietly sticks one of her earphone jacks into the ceiling and gasps, a hand flying up to cover her mouth. 

Bakugo’s focus shoots to Jiro, immediately on alert. “Yo, Ears, are you good?”

“There are… footsteps. Upstairs. Sounds like two people walking around.”

Kirishima loses a little bit of color on his face. “That could be just another tour, right?”

“No, no, no. The guide said we were on the last tour of the night.” Mina’s eyes are wide with concern and she puts out her hands as if to calm down the escalating fear of the group. “What if it’s the guy that I said looked like Katsuki?” Bakugo snarls, on the verge of biting Mina’s pointing finger off. 

“Okay, no, it’s probably cleaning people.” Kirishima glances at the exit door leading to the outside, but you all seem to be frozen where you stand.  

Sero’s eyes sparkle from behind his dead phone camera. “Yeah, ghost cleaning people.” Chills run down your spine, and you shiver at the dropping temperature. Kirishima opens his mouth to counter Sero’s suggestion but is cut off by Bakugo’s harsh tone. 

“Stop it, Denki,” he suddenly snaps. 

Denki’s face twists in confusion. “My bad?”

“Dude, I said stop it.” 

“I’m not doing anything!” 

Scowling at Denki, Bakugo points aggressively to the ceiling light that had started flickering after Jiro’s gasp. 

“That’s…not me…”

“Guys? You see that, right?” 

You turn towards Kirishima, who has moved to the doorway of the office that leads to the rest of the house. His eyes are the size of pool balls and his face is completely devoid of color. As you carefully gather around the doorway of the office to see what he’s looking at, pure horror courses through your entire body as you take in two pairs of eyes peering back at your friends from the top of the stairs. They were undeniably eyes, and you stare at them until one of them blinks and they both start to descend the stairs.

Right towards your friends.   

Your group explodes into unbelievably loud shrieks of horror and shouted expletives as you high-tail it out the door, Kirishima having just enough sense to knock down Bakugo’s hand before he fires a shot at the stairs and gets you all sued for property damage. 

Days later, Sero frames a copy of the mirror photo you all had taken in the office, and upon closer inspection of the photo, you discover two figures standing in the doorway behind you and your smiling friends.

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[kumori-love]

Kaminari: Math is kicking my ass. Do you ever have that one class that depresses you just by thinking about it?

Tokoyami: The bourgeoisie.

[izvmimi]

cw: crack, suggestive but not nsfw

"Okay, we're nearing the end of the workday, so please-" with this, you clasp your hands together before readjusting the camera on the tripod "- if you're going to improvise, I am begging you to say something appropriate." A sharp glance goes in Katsuki's direction to which he grimaces in reply.

"I'm not being difficult," he insists. "I have no idea why the fuck you're complaining."

Kirishima gives him a slightly exasperated look for a moment, then takes a look at his scribbled-on notecards before tossing them across the gym out of the camera's view. Izuku, ever pleasant, laughs nervously, trying to defuse the situation. Stretching his arms over his head and smiling at his less-than-amused friend to keep the mood casual, he tries to prevent the latter from leaving.

"Kacchan, let's do this quickly so we can go home."

Katsuki grumbles something else under his breath but stays put. You thank Izuku for his cooperativeness, then re-center yourself again behind the camera.

The hardest part of making a TikTok geared towards weightlifting safety should have been keeping your panties dry while having the three hottest Pro Heroes in the business in the same room lifting weights in unnecessarily form-fitting athleticwear. But instead, despite the fact that you've had the urge to bite Dynamight's arms for the past twenty minutes, he's been pissing you off with his slightly condescending tips, and while Red Riot's sculpted back muscles will haunt your (wet) dreams for the next few nights, he can't remember what he's supposed to say for the life of him.

And Izuku is far too stiff even if you want to climb his shoulders like a squirrel up a tree.

"Okay next take!" you yell, and you try to keep your frustrated sigh to yourself.

Bakugou finds himself laying on his back under a Smith machine, and you try not to look at exactly how much weight he's lifting with ease, lest you make a less than professional sound.

Kirishima stands at the head of the bench, demonstrating the appropriate way to spot.

"Make sure to gently hover-"

"Get your hand off the weight, jackass," Bakugou hisses and Kirishima frowns.

You grit your teeth and stop the video.

...

The second take has Bakugou on the bench alone, slowly unracking the weight for the voice-over.

"If you can't put the weight up," he starts lowering the weight to his chest and pretending to struggle briefly, "here's a trick."

He pushes the bar up again with ease.

"Just put the weight up."

"Katsuki, I swear to God-"

...

"Proper squat form requires you to stand with your feet a little wider than hip width." Izuku smiles for the camera as he demonstrates, and you try to keep yourself from melting from the charm he exudes. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Bakugou snicker, probably making fun of you, but you ignore it.

"Now, make sure to drive your hips back, bending at the knees and ankles-"

Izuku lowers himself into full squat, gripping the bar tightly as he moves, making sure to keep his smile unchanged and gaze towards the camera unperturbed.

There's a point where you wonder if he's doing it on purpose, distracted by the intensity of his look, then you realize something else is wrong about this scene.

"God, Kirishima, you're entirely too close."

Kirishima is practically breathing down his neck, he's so closely pressed against his back in the attempt to save the bar, and the scene looks almost pornographic. Izuku only realizes it himself, having also been under whatever conjoint trance you were in with him, when he notices your unsettled look.

Bakugou's snickers turn into cackles in the background as Izuku takes a quick step forward and drops enough weight onto the gym floor you thank the heavens these floors are reinforced. Kirishima's face goes as red as his hair.

"You missed your chance to kiss his neck, shitty hair!" Bakugou jeers.

"This isn't that kind of video, Kacchan!"

...

Kirishima's segment goes nearly without a hitch, and you have to admit, he looks far too good seated doing dumbbell curls, until you remember he's giving absolutely no advice.

"Your lines!" you mouth to him.

"Oh yeah!" he says grinning. "Got excited by the pump, it's been so long since I came to the gym!"

You're not supposed to say it, you think, rubbing your face with your hand.

"Anyway, make sure you keep your upper arms stationary, and exhale as you curl each weight up to the shoulder level."

He demonstrates one curl, biceps tensing as he pauses at shoulder level.

"It's also helpful to keep your abs contracted, and exhale slowly as you lower it. Imagine you're holding in a fart in a crowded room."

"What?" Izuku exclaims suddenly from off-camera. When you give him an incredulous look, he looks sheepish.

"Shit sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-"

Bakugou's raucous laughter in the background finally drains the last of your patience.

"Fuck it! We're done here."

Next time you'll ask professionals. Real ones.

[hopeluna-archived]

We lose brain cells when we are together....

Being best friends with Shinso Hitoshi

Characters: Shinso Hitoshi x reader (platonic)

Content: fluff, crack kinda?, little bit of Izuku Midoriya x reader, reader is a crackhead 'cause why not, also a kinda dark joke that my mom wouldn't appreciate, this is long and I have no regrets, this is so self indulgent💀

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Alright lets be honest here first. When you two first met, Hitoshi made some small talk but other than that didn't really wanna converse with you. The crack energy was too much for him. He kept his distance with you but no matter where he went, it was like the universe decided to torment him 'cause he always seemed to bump into you.

Time skip to a more run ins and you talking his ear off, there you were, two best friends. The dynamic between you is basically, You: Crackhead, Hitoshi: tired of the crackhead.

He'll act all grumpy when you drag him somewhere to hang out but don't mind him, he loves hanging out with you. Hitoshi also loves the fact that you don't see his quirk as "evil" as many people do.

If you are a cat person, he is in heaven. It will be a sacred ritual to go to a cat cafe once a week. If you cancel on the plans, well get ready to receive the silent treatment.

The sassiness between you two is high on this one. Its like you'll be minding your own buisness and he'll just randomly go "can you not? Your existence is giving me a headache". Of course he doesn't mean it <3

You two are attached at the hip a lot of the times. And with that comes speculations from people if you two might be a couple. When someone actually asks if you two are dating, Hitoshi would be like "pfft why would I date this ?" and you're there just like "bitch🤚 no cat cafe meetings for a month" and he'll crumble like "NOOOO" .

You are the only being in existence who is allowed to touch his hair. If you ever want to style it, he'll make a offended face but nevertheless let you do it and he'll keep it if you say and glare at anyone who makes a joke of it.

You constanly scolding him about his sleep schedule like yours isn't fucked up as well. Hitoshi will call you randomly at like 3 am to tell you a cat fact. Most of the times, his training with Aizawa stresses him out so you drag him to have a self care routine. God forbid you sneak a picture of him with a face mask and cucumbers on, he will bury you alive.

He acts like he hates it and will groan everytime you tell him stupid ass jokes. Though sometimes he laughs like that one time you went " 'Toshi, 'Toshi" "what?" "Whats the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant woman?" ".....what?" "......you can unscrew a lightbulb" and cue Hitoshi trying not to burst out cackling.

Friends don't judge each other, they judge other people together. This is a motto that you two go by. Ya'll be in a cafe or a park or just walking and you two would just judge other people together and roast them to hell. And Hitoshi acts all nonchalant but he is definitely interested when you come around and gossip about shit that just happened with other people.

The UA people didn't even know you existed until one day you decided to randomly pop up to embarrass Hitoshi. Its not that he avoided talking about you, its just that they never asked and he is a private person by nature so they just never knew about you.

Denki audibly, and dramatically, gasped when the usual stoic Shinso Hitoshi cracked a small smile on seeing you running at him full speed. The others were kinda surprised too when they saw how easily he conversed with you.

After that, your presence became more and more frequent around the group. One time Mineta tried to flirt with you disgustingly and after you quickly ignored him, Hitoshi dragged Mineta....somewhere. Nobody knew where Mineta was for two whole days, all while Hitoshi had a small smile on his face.

Hitoshi pretended to gag in disgust when one day you came to him rambling on about how lovely and adorable Midoriya is. He will however push you to talk to Izuku when the group is together 'cause he can see how much you like him.

So basically, being best friends with Shinso Hitoshi is definetely a whirlwind. He'll act all cool and stoic but with you its like his brain cells just die and you both radiate crackhead energy. And he'll always be there, supporting you, motivating you and being a shoulder to cry on.

And he will rarely say it but he is glad and feels lucky to have you as his friend.

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