#bnha prompt event

[tsumuus]

prompt 1, acts of service with bakugo please and thank you?!❤️❤️❤️

₊✩‧₊˚ katsuki bakugou + prompt 1 ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ acts of service ˚₊✩‧₊

Being with Bakugou Katsuki was a whirlwind- loud, intense, and full of fire. But beneath all the bluster and attitude, you had come to know the man who showed his love not through soft words or constant affection, but through the things he did. He was fiercely independent and not the type to coddle or fuss. So when it came to expressing love, he did it in the only way he knew how- by taking action.

And, luckily for him, that was exactly how you received love. Nothing made you feel more cherished than when someone went out of their way to do something for you, even if it was small. Whether it was picking up something you needed, handling a task you were dreading, or just making life a little easier, those gestures meant the world to you.

The thing was, Bakugou wasn’t the type to make a show of it. He wasn’t about grand romantic gestures or heartfelt declarations. Most people wouldn’t even notice when he did something thoughtful because, well, Katsuki wasn’t exactly subtle. He grumbled, scowled, and muttered insults under his breath while doing something helpful, making it hard to realize that he was showing care at all.

But you noticed.

It started with little things. He’d pick up your favorite drink after a long day without being asked, grumbling about how “it’s not a big deal” when you thanked him. He’d fix things around your apartment that weren’t even broken, just so you wouldn’t have to deal with them later. When you felt overwhelmed by something, he was the first one to step in, handling it without even asking. He'd complain that you were “useless” for letting it pile up, but the next thing you knew, the task was done.

You loved it- loved that he showed he cared in a way that felt so naturally like him. But sometimes, you wondered if he even knew he was doing it. It wasn’t like he’d ever say, “I’m doing this because I love you.” That just wasn’t Bakugou’s style. So, while you deeply appreciated every little thing he did, you never brought it up, not wanting to make a big deal of it.

One evening, you came home exhausted, the weight of the day pressing heavily on your shoulders. You hadn’t had time to get groceries, your apartment was a mess, and you were dreading the pile of laundry waiting for you. All you wanted was to collapse into bed and ignore everything. But when you stepped inside, you were greeted by the faint sound of the washing machine running and the smell of dinner cooking.

You blinked in surprise, setting down your bag and kicking off your shoes as you made your way to the kitchen. There, in front of the stove, was Katsuki, stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious, his usual scowl on his face as he muttered to himself.

“Katsuki?” you asked, bewildered. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t look up, his attention still on the food in front of him. “What’s it look like I’m doin’? I’m makin’ dinner.”

You blinked, a smile tugging at your lips despite how tired you were. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Tch. I know,” he grumbled, finally glancing over at you. “But you weren’t gonna do it, were you? You’ve been draggin’ ass all week.”

His bluntness made you laugh softly. “Yeah, I’ve been a little overwhelmed.”

He grunted in acknowledgment, turning back to the stove. “Figured as much.”

You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and leaning your head against his back. It was one of the few ways you allowed yourself to show affection physically, knowing he wasn’t the most touchy person. He didn’t push you away, though. In fact, he relaxed slightly under your touch.

“You didn’t have to do the laundry either,” you mumbled into his shirt, peeking around to see the laundry baskets neatly stacked and the machine still going.

“Told you, it ain’t a big deal,” he muttered. “I didn’t want you complainin’ about it later.”

You smiled, knowing full well that wasn’t the real reason. Katsuki did things for you because he cared, even if he’d never admit it out loud. He wasn’t the type to say “I love you” with words. Instead, he showed it by making sure your day was a little easier, your load a little lighter.

Later, when you sat down to eat the dinner he had cooked—a perfect blend of flavors you loved, seasoned just the way you liked- you couldn’t help but watch him from across the table. He ate in silence, occasionally glancing up at you, his eyes narrowing whenever he caught you staring.

“What?” he asked, a bit more defensively than necessary.

You shook your head, smiling softly. “Nothing. Just… thanks for all of this. You don’t know how much it means to me.”

He clicked his tongue, looking away. “You don’t need to keep thankin’ me. I ain’t doin’ anything special.”

“But it is special,” you said quietly, your heart full as you watched him. “It’s just how you show it.”

He frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the praise, and shoved another bite of food into his mouth as if to avoid answering. But you saw the faint flush on his cheeks and the way his jaw clenched a little less tightly. Katsuki might not have been one for sentiment, but he knew. He understood.

After dinner, when he wordlessly started washing the dishes while you put things away, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth. These were the moments that mattered to you- the quiet, unspoken ways he cared for you. You had never expected him to change who he was or suddenly become a romantic, touchy person. That wasn’t what you needed. You needed someone who showed up, who saw what you needed and took care of it, even when you didn’t ask.

And Bakugou Katsuki did exactly that.

Later that night, as you both settled into bed, Katsuki grumbled something about you hogging the blankets, but you knew better. When you fell asleep, you were tucked neatly into his side, and though he’d never admit it, his hand rested lightly on your hip, a silent reassurance that he was there.

You didn’t need grand gestures or constant words of affection. Bakugou’s love was in every action, every small thing he did without asking for thanks. And for you, that was more than enough.

a/n ugh katsuki bakugou the man that you are

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[unluckilyimnot]

prompt list ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 2K event

Here it is !! I'm so happy i got to do another one, thank you so much !

rules | main l.list

I write for more fandom now but the rules are the same !

-> fandom : blue lock, wind breaker, my hero academia (i haven't write with them yet but i'd really like to)

-> send me one or multiple characters with a number or two and if you want it to be angst, fluff, hurt to comofrt... you get the idea !

-> for the things between (..) please tell me if you want it or not, it obviously changes the vibe

"you're like, in love with me (?)"

touching their lower back to reassure them

"I don't wanna fight"

jumping in their arms

"I think I'd rather die"

Making them blush

"I don't wanna hide"

Covering the corner of the table

"Come and kiss me"

Laying down on their thighs

"tell me you love me"

Talking to distract them from a panic attack

"I don't like to just pretend"

Crying in their arms

"I'm still into you"

Fixing/pushing their hair

"Why not me ?"

Warming their hands with the other's body

"I'm sorry for that night"

Giving them a jacket

"(O-oh) I'm falling in love"

Feather like touches

"Just five more minutes"

Drying their hair for them

"You fool"

Holding them tightly

If you write with some tag me ! I'd love to read it ♡

[dadmightweek]

Dadmight Week 2024 Prompts!

Here's the prompts for the first Dadmight Week!

Day One (25th): Quirk Training / Recovery

Day Two (26th): Homework / Take a break 

Day Three (27th): Costumes / Beach day

Day Four (28th): Interview / Late night

Day Five (29th): Insiders secrets / “But All Miiiiight!” 

Day Six (30th): Search & Rescue / “You can get whatever you want.”

Day Seven (31st): Agency Tour / “Watch out!”

Each year, half the prompts will have a theme they're inspired by! This years theme is "heroics class", and it inspo'd the first half of each days prompts. You do not have to take the theme and try to incorporate it into your work, it's mainly there to help me come up with things, and it will also inspire banners & collection pfps in the future !

Feel free to start working on your submissions now, but please don't post them until the event actually starts, thanks!

[krbkevents]

KRBK Dads Week

#KRBKDadsWeek is officially here! From now until June 16th we shall celebrate KRBKKR as parents in whatever capacity that means to you. Art, fics, cosplay, you name it. As long as you created it, it counts!

Check out the tag for everything posted this week or head to AO3 to see our collection. Works will be reblogged to share. Be sure to tag the account!

[honeycomb-fics]

“How many different kinds did you say were in here again?” Yoarashi asked as he eagerly popped a second heart shaped chocolate into his mouth. The shiny pink wrapping paper and bow long abandoned on the floor below. He licked the remnants of the confectionary off his fingers, making sure to savor every last bit.

You smiled affectionately at the way your boyfriend enthusiastically tried your homemade sweets, “There should be four different flavors: raspberry, dark chocolate, strawberry, and white chocolate.”

“DELICIOUS!” He loudly exclaimed, grabbing one of the white hearts adorned with pink sanded sugar, “I didn’t know I was dating the world’s best chocolatier. You’ve been hiding it from me!”

“Inasa, don’t eat all of them right now! Save some for later,” you scolded your boyfriend in a teasing manner, playfully shoving one of his toned arms, “Jeeze.”

“Is it so wrong for me to enjoy my gift? I don’t want to be ungrateful!” One of his large hands reached over to affectionately pinch your cheek, “If you want some you can just ask, what's mine is yours.”

You puffed your lips into a pout, you had a craving and it certainly wasn’t for chocolate. What you wanted for this Valentine’s Day most of all was your boyfriend’s attention. Now that he was a pro-hero, the two of you didn’t get to spend as much time together, so you savored the alone time.

You turned your head away from him, slipping your cheek out of his grip, and exaggerated your pout, “Do you love me or chocolate more?”

You were answered with a booming laugh. Yoarashi finally set the box aside and pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. He bent down from the waist so he could rest his forehead against yours to look into yours eyes while giving you his signature goofy grin.

“You, of course!” He teased as he pushed his nose playfully against yours, “They were just so delicious, I couldn’t help myself. Here! Have a taste.”

Yoarashi slotted his lips against yours, running his tongue along your bottom lip when you relaxed into his kiss. Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and you ran one of your hands through his short, cropped hair.

A surprised gasp escaped your lips when Yoarashi suddenly flipped on your back, straddling your body nipping at your neck, “Although, I think you taste even better.”

@milky-fixx for you 💘

[mango-bango-bby]

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 7K Follower Event! ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

I hit 7k (wtf that’s actually crazy, I do this just to comfort myself and write during my free time and yet 7k people follow me) so I decided to do a follower event. I’ve decided to do,,,,, fantasy prompts!! I hope you all like these and, honestly thank you all so so much. Thank you all for being here for me and thank you for supporting me and my silly little anime fanfiction lol 💞💞 You’re all so sweet and supportive of me, thank you so much. I love each and every one of you.

Anyways away from all that emotional stuff, I think you all know the drill by now. You send in the emoji next to the prompt with the character of your choosing. All these prompts can be NSFW, SFW, plantonic, anything you like!! The more detailed the request, the better for me 🥺💝

Seriously thank you all so much, I don’t deserve all the love I get on here. I hope you enjoy these prompts 💗 This event will start on January 15th!! I will start crossing out prompts as they’re requested.

Cinderella AU ➸ 🌸

Mermaid ➸ 🌿

Red Riding Hood AU ➸ 🍄

The Dragon ➸ 🌼

Snow White AU ➸ 🐇

Fairy ➸ 🌷

The Prince and the Maid ➸ 💐

Beauty and the Beast AU ➸ ☁️

Royalty and the Guard ➸ 🌺

Sleeping Beauty ➸ 🪷

The Sun and the Moon ➸ 🦢

Sea Witch ➸ 🌱

The Angel and the Demon ➸ 🏵️

[vigilantesweek]

The moment you’ve been waiting for…Vigilantes Week 2023 prompts and rules!!! This year’s prompts are really fun and I hope you like them as much as I do.

When posting your works, don’t forget to use the tag!!

[tdmmweek]

TDMMWEEK2023 Day 1: Secret Dating | Wedding

[intheticklecloset]

hmmm for the happy hour (yay!) ler!bakugou and lee!todoroki cuddling by the fire because bakugou is a baby when it comes to the cold?

mostly todoroki poking fun at him “it’s so funny how you can’t handle the cold” and bakugou retaliating back?

thank you and i hope i did this right! 💖

So I kind of forgot about the "cuddling by the fire" part, but I'm going to suggest that perhaps Todoroki IS the fire in this situation, LOL. I hope you enjoy all the same! ^^

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“Not that I don’t love cuddling with you, Katsuki,” Todoroki chuckled as his boyfriend snuggled closer into his left side, silently imploring his boyfriend to warm him up, “but I think it’s so funny how you can’t handle the cold.”

“Shut the heck up,” Bakugou grumbled. “My quirk isn’t built for this kind of weather. I can’t sweat if I’m shivering my butt off.”

Todoroki gave him a tiny smirk. “I’d like to see that, actually.”

Bakugou smacked his leg and curled up even more. “Just help me out, idiot.”

For a moment Todoroki was going to do just that, but then he decided he couldn’t resist messing with his partner a little more. “Hmm…nah. I’m not bothered by the temperature. You’re just a big baby.”

“What did you say to me?” the blonde demanded, snapping his head up to see Todoroki’s eyes sparkling with mischief. Irritated, he growled low in his throat. “Fine, you don’t want to help? I’ll work up a sweat myself and then blast you into the next prefecture, you sorry excuse for a boyfriend.”

“Come on, don’t be mehehehehean! Wahahahahahaha hehehehehehey!” The icy-hot hero suddenly found himself giggling uncontrollably when Bakugou straddled his lap and started pinching up and down his sides and ribs, pinning him in place all the while. “Ehehehehehe! Kahahahahatsuki!”

Bakugou smirked. Frustrated as he was, he had to admit he lived to hear Todoroki giggling out his first name like that. It warmed him up just as well as his fire would have. “Too late. This was your choice, babe. Now suffer!”

“Buhuhuhuhut I lihihihihike mehehehehessing with you – AIEE NOHOHO NOT THERE!!”

“Yeah? I like messing with you, too, Sho.” The blonde wiggled a hand up into his armpit. “Tickle, tickle, cuddle bug~”

“DOHOHOHON’T CALL ME THAHAHAHAT!!” Todoroki cried, his right cheek turning red enough to blend in with the scar on his left side. “KAHAHAHAHATSUKI, PLEHEHEHEASE!! I’LL KEHEHEHEHEEP YOU WAHAHAHAHARM!!”

“Promise?” Bakugou let out a long string of skittering noises to accompany his underarm tickling – a teasing technique that always made the half-and-half hero lose his mind squealing with giggles.

“I PROMISE!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

The blonde let up on his assault and curled up against him again in the way they’d been cuddled together a minute before, humming in satisfaction when he finally began to feel warmth radiating from his boyfriend’s skin onto his.

After a pause during which Todoroki caught his breath, the peppermint boy observed, “You know, there are other ways I can warm you up…”

Bakugou only grunted and cuddled him harder. “Shut up, Shoto.”

~~~

This was the last of the Cozy Happy Hour prompts! Thank you for participating! ^^

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[todoizuocha-week]

Welcome to TodoIzuOcha Week 2023!

It’s back again! This year’s TodoIzuOcha week will take place from May 1st to May 7th! Thank you to everyone who filled out the Interest Check to help plan the event!

We will be using the same rules from past weeks, with a refresher post coming soon. We also ask that you use #todoizuochaweek2023 in the first five tags of your post in addition to tagging us at @todoizuocha-week so we don’t miss your amazing work! Please try to include what prompt(s) you’re including within your post!

Onto this years prompts! Feel free to use as many or as little as you want; they are not required to use! They simply are guides to help celebrate this relationship!

Day 1, May 1st: Fantasy AU, Coffee Shop AU, New Beginnings, Celestial

Day 2, May 2nd: Cyberpunk AU, Villain AU, Rescue, Cage

Day 3, May 3rd: No Quirk AU, Quirkswap AU, Domestic, Discovery

Day 4, May 4th: Childhood Friends AU, Crossover AU, Eternity, Divergence

Day 5, May 5th: Soulmates AU, Angel/Demon AU, Shelter, Escape

Day 6, May 6th: Mythology/Gods AU, Magical Girl AU, Shared Bonds, Secrets

Day 7, May 7th: Supernatural AU, Free AU, Legacy, Home

[tsumuus]

₊✩‧₊˚ katsuki bakugou + prompt 2 ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ “i wanted her to look at me, but she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair” ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ original request ˚₊✩‧₊

The common room was unusually quiet, a stillness lingering after the group hangout had come to an end. Most of Class 3-A had already retired to their dorms, but you, Bakugou, and Midoriya remained. The glow of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting an amber hue over the room, intensifying the awkward tension that filled the air.

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, avoiding eye contact with either of the boys. Something about the silence felt... heavy. Your heart thudded uncomfortably in your chest, like there was something you should be saying but couldn’t find the courage to. Maybe it was the way Bakugou kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, or the way Midoriya sat there, more pensive than usual.

“I think I’m going to head to bed,” you said, offering the boys a tired smile. “I want to get as much rest as I can before tomorrow.”

Izuku smiled back and nodded, while Katsuki only grunted in response. You felt the weight of his gaze as you turned and walked toward the dorms, but you didn’t dare look back.

Once you were gone, the silence in the room grew heavier.

Katsuki stared at the floor for a long time, fists clenching and unclenching as he wrestled with something in his mind. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I don’t get why you two aren’t dating yet,” he said, his voice gruff.

Izuku blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”

“You and her,” Katsuki snapped, his irritation rising. “You’ve been joined at the hip since middle school. Inseparable. I figured you two had feelings for each other.”

Izuku’s eyes widened, and he frantically waved his hands in front of him. “Oh, no, no! We’re just friends, Kacchan. We’ve always been close, but it’s not like that. We’re like siblings, basically.”

Katsuki’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t get it.”

Izuku tilted his head. “Get what?”

“You had all her undivided attention growing up,” Katsuki said, his voice barely a whisper at first, then louder as his frustration bubbled up. “And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He clenched his fists, the words pouring out before he could stop them. “I wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair.”

Izuku’s mouth fell open, shock written all over his face. He didn’t know what to say, the confession hanging in the air between them. Katsuki kept going, almost like he couldn’t stop himself.

“And now you’re telling me you don’t even like her?” he asked, incredulous. His voice cracked slightly, and he hated how vulnerable he sounded, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

Izuku stared at Katsuki for a long moment, processing everything. He knew. He had always known about your feelings for Katsuki, ever since you’d confided in him back in middle school. He’d kept it a secret, though, respecting your wishes. But now, seeing Katsuki like this, he couldn’t just stay quiet.

“Kacchan,” Izuku started slowly, choosing his words carefully, “I think you should talk to Y/N about this, not me.”

Katsuki blinked, his confusion deepening. “Huh?”

Izuku stood up, giving Katsuki a gentle, knowing smile. “Trust me, Kacchan, she feels the same way.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Same way about what?!”

But Izuku was already heading toward the dorms, leaving Katsuki behind to stew in his thoughts.

The silence that followed was deafening. Katsuki’s mind raced as he tried to piece everything together. Could it be true? Could you really feel the same way he did?

A month had now passed and you all had graduated, and UA's once-bustling dorms were now quiet, most of the students already packed up and gone, ready to take on the next chapter of their lives. Bakugou Katsuki stood by his car, having finished loading his belongings. He hadn’t stopped thinking about that night- about the conversation with Midoriya. About you.

He had replayed Izuku’s words over and over in his mind: “Trust me, she feels the same way.”

But what did that mean? Could it be true? After years of feeling like a shadow in your life, of competing for your attention with Deku, the thought that you could have possibly felt the same way about him all this time was too much for him to fully process.

As he carried the last box from his dorm, Bakugou passed by your room, the door wide open. He glanced inside and saw you still packing, surrounded by half-filled boxes and scattered belongings. Typical. You always took your time with things like this.

Clearing his throat, he stepped into the doorway. “You’re takin’ your damn time, huh? Everyone else is done.”

You looked up, surprised to see him but greeting him with a soft smile. "Katsuki. Shouldn’t you know by now how much of a procrastinator I am?”

He chuckled, a low sound that felt strange to him even now. “Yeah, I know.” It got quiet after that. Bakugou stood there, awkward in the silence, shifting the box in his arms. He wasn’t used to this- this tension between you two. For once, you didn’t seem to be looking at him through the lens of just another friend. He couldn’t explain it, but the air between you felt charged, and Bakugou hated how it made his heart race.

You hated the silence, too. Desperate to fill the void, you opened your mouth to say something, but Bakugou beat you to it.

“Remember that night? After the hangout?” He started, voice rough, avoiding your eyes. “When you left, I talked to Deku.”

You blinked, nodding slightly as if encouraging him to continue.

“He told me I should talk to you. That you… felt the same way.” He hesitated, his pride making the next part difficult. “But I don’t get what the hell he was talkin’ about. What did he mean?”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “Was that all he said? It sounds incomplete.”

Bakugou groaned, frustrated. You were always doing this- making him dig deeper. But he had already started this conversation, and now there was no turning back.

“You know, yn, our entire lives, you were always closer to damn Deku,” Bakugou gritted out, the words coming fast and hard. “The one thing I ever wanted was for your attention to be on me, not that damn nerd. But it never seemed to go my way. You could never take your damn eyes off him.”

You swallowed hard, shocked at how raw his words were. Bakugou wasn’t one to open up, let alone admit something like this.

“I guess I just never understood why,” he continued, the frustration growing evident in his tone. “I did everything in my power to make it go my way. For you to notice me, even acknowledge me. But it never seemed to go that way, huh?”

The silence that followed his outburst felt suffocating. Bakugou hated it, hated how vulnerable he felt after saying so much. But before he could backtrack or cover it up, he forced himself to continue.

“But I’m glad we got closer these last few years,” he muttered, softer now, his eyes fixed on a random spot on the floor. “It’s all younger me could’ve asked for. I don’t say this much, and you probably won’t hear it from me again, so listen up. I’m glad we were friends.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and you could hardly breathe. Bakugou… was glad? He wasn’t angry, wasn’t frustrated with how things turned out? After all these years?

You didn’t know what to say, so you fell back on humor, hoping to lighten the mood. “You said ‘were friends.’ I’m not gonna let you get rid of me that easily, Bakugou. We’ll see each other. I’ll make sure of it.”

Bakugou chuckled, but the weight of the moment still lingered. You hated it. You hated feeling like there was something left unsaid, something too big to ignore any longer.

So, before you could lose your nerve, you spoke up, your voice softer than usual. “You know, Bakugou… while you’re here, I should admit something.”

He raised an eyebrow, curious now. “What?”

“The reason I pushed you away all those years ago… it’s because I had a huge, fat crush on you.” You laughed, though the sound was nervous, unsure. “Being a dumb middle schooler, I thought that if I focused on Izuku, it’d help me get rid of those feelings. But all I ended up doing was accidentally blocking you out. I’m sorry for that.”

Bakugou stared at you, processing your words slowly, before his eyes narrowed. “Had?”

“Hm?”

“You said ‘had.’ You ‘had a crush on me.’” His tone was tense now, eyes locked onto you, searching.

“Yeah,” you replied, nervously laughing again. “I guess I never told you. I had the fattest crush on you.”

“What about now?”

The question caught you off guard. “What?”

“What about now, yn?” Bakugou dropped the box in his arms and took a step closer, his body language suddenly more intense, more focused. He was agitated now, his frustration bubbling to the surface again. “yn, I just poured my heart out to you. Flat-out told you how I felt, how much I wanted your attention- how much clearer do you want me to be? I love you, yn. Is there any- any sliver of you that still has feelings for me?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart racing as you processed his words. But all you could do was nod.

He didn’t hesitate. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded again, barely able to manage a breath as Bakugou closed the space between you. When his lips met yours, it was fierce, raw, but there was something so undeniably gentle about it. Every emotion, every unresolved feeling, every year of longing was poured into that kiss. The tension of the past years melted into something warm and real between you.

And as you stood there in the quiet of your half-packed dorm room, the weight of the unspoken finally lifted, replaced by the comfort of knowing that maybe, just maybe, you both had been waiting for this moment all along.

a/n lowkwy half assed the ending sorry but i really do love this quote😭

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HEY SHINKAMI NATION!

IT'S TIME!! The ShinKami Fic Rec Month is starting and we are happy to share the love for our beloved writers!

We start with: 

Week 1: May 29th - June 4th

Prompt 1: Fluffy Blanket - your comfort fic! this one is there for you on the hard days and always has your back!

 Prompt 2: In Another Life... - your favorite fic set in a non-canon verse!

You can reblog this or just post your promo, either way don't forget #shinkamificrecmonth2023 and to tag us!

Here's our carrd!

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[searenbound]

Who needs a lover with an enemy like that?

Welcome to my frenemies with benefits mini event!

My rule for this is any given character can only be requested once and prompt chosen for them will be taken with them. I’ll be updating the list with links to the drabbles after posted so you can know what’s been taken.

This event will have trigger warnings for toxic relationships and possessiveness.

1. “Go ahead laugh, I’m sure you think me getting stood up is hilarious” “I’m an asshole, not heartless dumbass. Let me make you forget about the loser” (Midoriya)

2. “Who called you a bitch?” “Why do you care? Could have sworn you thought that was my name” “Because, you’re my bitch, anyone else calling you that pisses me off!” (Bakugou)

3. “The hell you mean you have a date? You can’t go out, cancel it!” “No, you can’t tell me to. We aren’t together and we’re not even friends, remember? You said you hated me didn’t you?”(shinsou, soon to come)

4. (I can’t claim this one as mine, I got it from a tik tok but I think it’s too funny not to use) “I hate your fucking guts” “Why? Because you can’t reach ‘em?” (Todoroki)

5. “You know? I think this might’ve been a mistake” “Yeah? Maybe you shouldn’t fuck your ex’s ex friend just because he didn’t want you anymore” “You were my friend too once, and it’s not like I forced you into this” (Dabi)

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3 and 6 for bkg 🧚‍♀️💫💕

3: The first bite of chill in the morning air once the weather turns 6: Fleeting touches with gloved hands Thank you shay!!! some cold domestic bakugo for u ♥️ feel free to send in more prompts!

When your fiancé leaves in the morning, you know immediately that he’ll be back before he gets to his car.

He heads off to work and leaves you with your breakfast, but you feel the cold air he lets in when he opens the door—it bites at your nose and leaves your bare feet chilled. Katsuki runs hot; you’ve been with him long enough of the low curses he begins to mutter under his breath about the cold around this time of year.

So when he opens the door again to fetch extra layers, you’re there to greet him.

The gloves come first. You hand them off with a grin—they’re pretty, suede, a birthday present from months prior getting its first use. They look nice on him. That’s all you allow yourself to think, as you watch him tug them on grumpily.

The scarf you wrap around his neck securely yourself. His cheeks are flush, lips pouting, eyes cast to the side the same way his head is turning. He leans in though, and he doesn’t fight when you use the scarf to tug him down and press a kiss to his nose as your other hand takes his to hold.

“All bundled up,” you coo, because he’ll hate it. “My big strong pro hero.”

“Dumbass,” Katsuki mutters under his breath. You giggle and nip at the nose you just kissed, if only to hear him growl in response.

“You’re welcome,” you tell him brightly.

“Fuckin’ insane. Dunno how you can be all cheery in this weather,” he grunts.

“It’s nice. Makes me wanna snuggle up and stay in bed all day…”

A snort. “Yeah. Like you’d ever.”

“If you were with me I would.”

“Nice try.”

He can’t stay, you both know it, so in apology his hand lingers on yours when he pulls away, fingers tracing along your wrist and down your palm before finally disappearing. You can feel the fleeting heat, even though those gloves, as you watch him get into his car and drive off. And if you let your own press against the wrist he’d just touched, savoring it, then that’s for you and the wind to know.