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[habken]

bkdk baking for the holidays

[mettywiththenotes]

I hope everyone had a happy new year!!

[airisu7425]

My Hero Academia - Comic Calendar 2024 - Cover A

[azareel-writes]

spoiled (and deserving)

♡ omega dabi/gn!alpha reader (established relationship) ♡ sfw! domestic life + pre-heat nesting

everything clicks together when dabi sinks into a cloud of your pillows and clothes. barely ten seconds pass before he realizes what's going on. he's nesting. he's in pre-heat.

it shouldn't be a surprise given the positive turn his life has taken. he's fed well, sleeping through the night instead on hair trigger vigilance, and most importantly, you. now his body's functions are catching up with him.

the fuzzy dreamlike state he was in faded away. dabi blinks a few times at the unfamiliar angle he's laying at and — god damn it, he's rearranged the entire bedroom.

he climbs out of the nest to assess the damage to the whole room. spare sheets folded over the windows to darken the den; the full size bed was now shoved into the corner where your dresser was supposed to be, the walls making a nice semi-enclosed space. he can definitely get this done before you come back from work. …right?

the thought of tearing down his nest stirs up something in his stomach. part of him knows you wouldn't mind him indulging in his secondary gender. but what if you don't? what if you don't want him?

"babe?" your voice comes from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by three gentle knocks. "you okay in there? i smelled something burning."

the omega's hands reflexively cup the sides of his neck. his scent glands are damaged from his burns. it takes a lot for him to produce a scent and it had to be the worst kind.

dabi clears his throat before answering in a steady voice. "everything's fine!"

you're quiet for a pause. "i've been sitting in the kitchen listening to you shuffle around for about fifteen minutes." they've been home that long?!

the doorknob turns.

he moves to intercept you but you're just a bit faster. the door opens and you stick your head in.

"um... where's the be— oh." you peek around dabi and the door. he wants to crawl into the nest and disappear.

you reach up and cup his face in your hands. like the lovesick fool he is, he leans into you. your lips curve into a smile. "so this is what you were doing?" you give him a gentle peck on the lips. "let's get you to the nest, yeah? you look you need it."

he nods and lets you guide him back to the nest. his body sinks into the blankets. safe, happy, good.

you slip the cardigan off your shoulders — your favorite, the one you wear all the time —and drape it over him.

"can i lay down in your nest?" you ask. his face heats up.

"it's yours too." he mumbles.

you slide in and gather his lanky body in your arms. the nest is a perfect fit for the both of you. you drag your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. dabi melts with each stroke, pulling him further into sleep, saturated in the smell of dark chocolate, in the scent of alpha-mate and home.

on the precipice of sleep, he hears you whisper,

"i hope you know you're gonna get absolutely spoiled rotten." your chest moves with a soft giggle. "so be prepared, okay? you deserve it, dabi."

[the-chikyuu-times]

[doumadono]

Synopsis: Kirishima is looking forward to Christmas and decides to pleasantly surprise his boyfriend, Bakugo, with a charming Christmas jumper. The question lingers: will Bakugo be on board with the idea of matching Christmas sweaters?

A/N: this oneshot was written for the KRBK Advent Calendar hosted by @krbkevents My prompt was: sweaters

Kirishima stepped out of the flat he shared with Bakugo, and a burst of laughter escaped him. The snowfall had turned the world into a winter wonderland, and he found himself mesmerized by the delicate dance of snowflakes. His crimson eyes sparkled with childlike delight as he walked through the snow-covered streets, his head tilted back to catch the flakes on his face.

Soon, the hero stepped into the bustling Christmas market. The entire place was a kaleidoscope of colors and festive lights, and the snowfall added a touch of magic to the already enchanting atmosphere. 

Despite Kirishima's excitement about the Christmas market, there was a twinge of disappointment when Bakugo declined the invitation to join him. How could he opt for baking mundane, spicy muffins instead of accompanying him to the enchanting Christmas market?! Yet, Kirishima couldn't help but smile inwardly, recognizing that his boyfriend's gruff demeanor was precisely what captivated him.  He loved Bakugo just the way he was — always angry and negative about everything. They complemented each other so well!

As he strolled through the Christmas market, Kirishima couldn't resist the festive allure of the stalls. The aroma of hot cocoa and the twinkling lights created an atmosphere of pure joy. He meandered through the market, picking up small gifts and treats until he found himself standing in front of a stall adorned with handmade Christmas sweaters.

The older lady behind the stall greeted him with a warm smile, and her eyes lit up with recognition. "Well, if it isn't Red Riot! What brings my favorite hero to my humble little stall today?"

Kirishima blushed, appreciating the recognition. "Hello!! Just taking a break from hero duties to enjoy the holiday season. Your sweaters caught my eye, they're amazing!"

The lady chuckled, "I'm glad you like them, Red Riot. Anything in particular you're looking for?"

Kirishima's gaze fell upon the green-bottle colored sweater with a charming reindeer motif. "Actually, this one is perfect. I'd like two of them, please — one for me and one for my boyfriend. He's a bit of a firecracker, but I think he'll love this."

The lady grinned, "A matching set, how sweet! You sure have a good eye, Red Riot."

Kirishima chuckled at the wordplay, "Thanks! I thought the reindeer motif was a nice touch. Plus, the green will really stand out and match our eyes! Did you make them all yourself?” 

"Yes, indeed. Been knitting these for years. It brings me joy to see people appreciate the art of handmade crafts during the holidays."

“How much do I owe you?"

After the transaction, Kirishima thanked the lady, expressing his gratitude for the beautiful sweaters. As he left the stall, he couldn't wait to surprise Bakugo with the festive gifts, imagining the delight on his boyfriend's face when he saw the matching Christmas sweaters.

Kirishima returned home, paper bags filled with goods in hand. Before stepping inside, he shook off the clinging snow from his shoulders and dusted his shoes to rid them of the winter frost. "I'm home!" he announced cheerfully. After kicking off his shoes and slipping into reindeer-motif slippers, he made his way to the kitchen, where Bakugo was engrossed in mixing dry ingredients for cupcakes.

"Where the hell have ya been, weird hair?! Didn't you say you would be gone for half an hour? You were absent for almost two goddamn hours!" Bakugo's tone was as fiery as ever.

Kirishima grinned, unfazed by Bakugo's irritation. "What, did you miss me?" he chuckled. "Awwww, how adorable!" Leaning in, he planted a playful kiss on Bakugo's cheek, earning himself an angry "tsch" sound from the ash-blonde man.

Kirishima proceeded to unpack the bags, revealing various goodies he had picked up from the Christmas market. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to Bakugo, who was still busy with the cupcake preparations. "Guess what, Katsuki?" Kirishima grinned, his excitement barely contained. "I met this awesome older lady at the market. She was selling handmade knitted sweaters, and I couldn't resist getting us a little something."

"Don't ya dare tell me you got me a freaking sweater," Bakugo growled, not looking up from his task.

Kirishima's grin widened, and he enthusiastically nodded his head, continuing to unpack the bags. "Oh, but I did! And not just any sweater. I got us matching ones!" He pulled out the green-bottle colored sweaters with reindeer motifs, holding them up for Bakugo to see.

Bakugo glanced at the sweaters and then shot Kirishima a skeptical look. "Matching? Seriously, Eijiro?"

Kirishima chuckled, ignoring Bakugo's grumbling. "Trust me, you're gonna love them. They're cozy, warm, fluffy, festive, and totally capture the holiday spirit."

"I'm not wearing one of those tacky things. They're itchy, uncomfortable, and just plain stupid,” Bakugo commented simply.

Eijiro pouted, his lower lip jutting out in the cutest way. "Come on, Blasty, it's all in good fun! Plus, imagine at our Christmas party when everyone sets their eyes on us wearing these matching sweaters! We're going to be the absolute stars of the show!. It'll be a blast."

As Bakugo examined the sweater, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a warm satisfaction. The festive surprise was sure to add a touch of holiday magic to their home. 

"Damn it, Kirishima!" Bakugo bellowed, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. “I'll look absurd in this outfit,  Hair-for-Brains.”

"Come on, Katsuki, just give it a shot. Humor me and try the sweater on, okay?" Kirishima pleaded with an earnest grin.

Bakugo's temper flared, and without a second thought, he grabbed a handful of flour from the countertop. In one swift, furious motion, he flung it in Kirishima's direction, his aim unerring. "Shitty Hair, you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm wearing that garbage!" Bakugo snarled, his eyes narrowing as he watched the flour cascade over Kirishima. “I already told ya no, and better accept it, man.”

Kirishima, caught off guard, blinked as the flour settled on his hair and shoulders. He wiped his face, managing a sheepish grin. "Whoa, Bakugo! Easy there! What's your problem?"

Bakugo, undeterred, continued his tirade. "Problem? This crap’s the problem! I don't need this festive crap ruining my reputation. Real heroes don't wear ridiculous sweaters with damn reindeers!"

Kirishima chuckled, attempting to brush the flour off his clothes. "Lighten up, man! It's just for a bit of holiday cheer!”

Bakugo scoffed, grabbing another handful of flour. This time, he aimed at Kirishima’s head with pinpoint accuracy. "Cheer? I'll show you cheer!"

The flour exploded around Kirishima, creating a makeshift cloud of white powder. Kirishima coughed, his grin faltering. "You're impossible, Blasty!" Kirishima sighed, shaking his head. "But you know what? I think you'll come around.”

Bakugo scowled, throwing a final glance at Kirishima before returning to his baking endeavors. Little did he know, amidst the chaos and flour-covered, tiny argument, a seed of reluctant amusement may have been planted in his explosive heart.

In the quiet aftermath of their flour-filled encounter, the apartment settled into a serene stillness. Kirishima, exhausted from the shopping, retreated to their shared bedroom for a much-needed nap, leaving the infamous sweaters on the nightstand by his side of the king-sized bed.

As the scent of Bakugo's spicy muffins lingered in the air, Bakugo himself finished up in the kitchen. In a moment of introspection, he admitted to himself that perhaps he had been too harsh on his boyfriend.

Katsuki tiptoed into the bedroom, where Kirishima was peacefully napping. The sweaters lay innocently on the nightstand, beckoning him like a challenge. Without waking Kirishima, Bakugo swiped one of the sweaters and made his way to the bathroom downstairs.

Upon entering the bathroom, Bakugo swiftly flipped the light switch, unveiling the vibrant, reindeer-themed sweater in all its glory. As Katsuki reluctantly tried it on, he couldn't deny that it was warm and comfortable. The soft fabric felt good against his rough skin, and he couldn't help but secretly enjoy the coziness of it. 

Bakugo stood before the mirror, eyeing his reflection with a begrudging appreciation. The dark green hue of the sweater complemented his eyes and light hair, emphasizing his features in an unexpected way. The reindeer, though still an absurd concept to him, somehow added a touch of whimsy to the otherwise fierce hero. A rare smile tugged at the corners of Bakugo's lips as he took in the sight. The warmth of the sweater seemed to melt away his stubborn resistance, leaving behind a sense of reluctant contentment.

As he admired himself in the mirror, a soft chuckle escaped him, and a secret thought crossed his mind — maybe, just maybe, Kirishima's festive idea wasn't as terrible as he initially believed. His boyfriend had a way of making even the Grinchiest of hearts melt.

Little did Bakugo know that he was being observed from the stairs by Eijiro, who had woken up after Bakugo took the sweater. Red Riot descended the stairs quietly to ensure Bakugo hadn't discarded the sweater, and to his delight, he witnessed his boyfriend trying it on willingly.

Kirishima hurried back upstairs, donned his own sweater, and then descended once again. After a gentle knock on the bathroom door, he opened it, peering at Bakugo's reflection in the mirror. "You did it! You put on a Christmas sweater without being forced to do it! You have no idea how happy I am! And look, I have mine on, too! Look at how cute we look!" Kirishima moved closer to Bakugo, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist and admiring their reflections together.

"I look like an idiot, don't I?" Katsuki muttered, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Eijiro chuckled and kissed Bakugo’s cheek gently. "You look amazing, Blasty! And it's not just the sweater. You always look amazing, handsome."

Katsuki's scowl softened into a small smile, and he pressed his lips against Eijiro's in a loving kiss. "Alright, alright, I'll wear the damn sweater. I have to say, it's not that awful."

Eijiro's face lit up with joy, and he wrapped his arms around Katsuki in a tight hug. "You won't regret it, I promise! This is going to be the best Christmas ever! Oh boy!"

Eijiro hesitantly pulled his phone from the black jeans pocket, looking at Bakugo with a sheepish grin. "Hey, Katsuki, mind if I snap a picture of us in these awesome sweaters? I was thinking of posting it on my Instagram..."

Anticipating a fiery response, Eijiro was surprised when Bakugo took the phone from his hand. To his even greater surprise, Bakugo snapped a series of nice pictures himself.

"Just post the one where I look the fiercest, okay?" Bakugo grumbled. "I want all those people following you to know that even though I'm wearing a goddamn Christmas shirt, I'm still a hero that should be feared and respected!"

Kirishima replied cockily, "Sure thing, handsome! Let me tell ya the Christmas spirit suits you, Katsuki."

Bakugo, not one to dwell on compliments, decided to shut Kirishima up in the sweetest way possible. Without a word, he pulled Kirishima close and planted a gentle, lingering kiss on his lips, effectively silencing any further teasing with the warmth of their shared affection.

[juksuart]

Forgot to post the second window here! Take my headcanons Aizawa as a transboy and Mic as nonbinary! They cute little babies in this one!

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[embracetheshipping]

Part Two 🤣

[hyuge]

'Tis the Season

“Why would I want to go to some dumb party?”

Kirishima turned around to see Bakugou’s scowling face and smiled without missing a beat. “All our friends will be there.”

“I don’t have friends,” Bakugou chuffed, crossing his arms over his chest, and sitting back on his bed. He leaned his head against the wall and propped his chin on the palm of his hand with his elbow resting on his knee.

“Then what am I?” Kirishima returned to browsing through Bakugou’s manga collection. He rested the tip of his index finger on the spine of a shoujo romance manga where brother and sister twins traded places at each other’s schools. Kirishima had remembered the way Bakugou laughed at the heroine’s love interest having a sexuality crisis thinking he had fallen for her twin. He pulled out the volume he left off on. Bakugou had made it explicitly clear that his shoujo manga was not allowed to leave his room. The last thing he wanted was for people to know he read that kind of thing.

“You’re different,” Bakugou muttered quietly, more to himself than to Kirishima.

Kirishima cocked a brow and turned to look at Bakugou. He was stone-faced, but the tips of his ears were tinged pink. His ears were his tell. Kirishima had to resist the urge to utter the word “cute” aloud, lest he have a further disgruntled Bakugou on his hands. Kirishima moved to sit beside Bakugou on the bed. He was pouting but in that way where it wouldn’t take Kirishima much pushing to get him to go to the party. He just wanted to be difficult to save face.

“Katsuki,” said Kirishima, lowering his voice an octave.

Bakugou’s brows shot up into his bangs as his eyes widened. Kirishima set his hand on Bakugou’s free knee and leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of Bakugou’s ear. “If you go to the party, I’ll give you your Christmas present early.”

“I don’t need some dumb present.”

Kirishima frowned and leaned back. “Not even from me? When I’ve been planning it for months?”

Bakugou audibly gulped, then sighed in defeat. “Fine, but I’m only going for one hour,” he huffed, then added, “and I’m not dressing up!”

Bakugou was in fact dressing up, but Kirishima decided to wait until the day of the party to share that bit of information with him. Everyone was getting into the festive holiday spirit, Iida included. There was no way Bakugou was going to wear his skull t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans to the holiday party.

🎄🎄🎄

“I ain’t wearin’ that shit!” Bakugou protested.

Kirishima held up a matching costume to the one he had on. He was wearing a plain, white T-shirt and a pair of brown overalls. There was a little deer tail on the butt of the overalls, and he had a headband with ears and antlers on his head. Ashido did his makeup, painting the tip of his nose brown and adding highlights to his cheeks to give a doe effect. He was proud of his reindeer look and he wanted Bakugou to match.

“But we always wear a couple’s costume,” he whined.

“That’s Halloween. And don’t call them that!”

“But we’re a couple. Everyone knows it.”

“So what?!” Bakugou was fuming. His cheeks bloomed red with anger, and he was pacing in circles around his room. “I’m still not wearing some dumb reindeer get up.”

Kirishima set the costume down on Bakugou’s desk with a sigh. His gaze fell to the floor, and he shook his head. “All right. I just wanted us to do something fun together since we’re not going to see each other over the break. I’m going to the party to hang out with our friends and enjoy the holiday. You do what you want.” He turned away and headed for the door. Bakugou called his name, but Kirishima ignored him, walking out of the room to head to the party downstairs in the common room.

🎄🎄🎄

Kirishima sat on the couch talking to Kaminari and Uraraka. He smiled along to whatever they were saying and nodded his head when they were waiting for him to acknowledge them, but his heart wasn’t in it. He knew he was too harsh on Bakugou. He didn’t like to do things that made him look weak or vulnerable. Dressing up for Christmas was embarrassing when you were the class badass, but Kirishima just wanted to do something fun and silly with his boyfriend. If Bakugou could realize that it was fine to not be so serious all the time, it would do him wonders.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, but Kirishima had his back to the hallway from his place on the couch. He didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was until the entire room had grown quiet. He twisted in his spot on the cushion to see Bakugou standing awkwardly at the edge of the room wearing the matching reindeer costume. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his ears were bright red. The little antlers stuck out within his spiky blond locks. He looked adorable standing there with his hands in his pockets, shoulders drawn back defensively.

“Say one goddamn word and I blast you all to hell,” he said with less of his usual bark than normal.

Kirishima got up from the couch and walked around it, hurrying to Bakugou’s side. Bakugou seemed to relax slightly once Kirishima’s arm was around his shoulder. He leaned into the contact; their sides pressed firmly together. “You look great,” he whispered.

Bakugou huffed. “S’whatever. We gonna do this fucking party or what?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima beamed at him. He led Bakugou to the kitchen where an entire feast had been prepared. “Yaomomo’s family had their chef cater the party and Satou made all the desserts.”

Bakugou grunted his approval and they loaded up their plates with food. They moved to one of the quieter tables to eat, taking seats beside one another. “I’m sorry about earlier,” said Bakugou, between bites of rice. It took a lot of restraint for him to muster up the courage to apologize.

Kirishima smiled at him. “It’s okay. I still love you.” He pressed a kiss to Bakugou’s temple. “And a deal’s a deal. About your Christmas present—”

Bakugou choked on a mouthful of rice. “Should you really be talking about that right now?” He chugged down a glass of water with his face red all over again.

“I don’t see why not.” Kirishima reached into his pocket to pull out two slips of paper.

“The fuck is this?” asked Bakugou. He raised a brow as he stared at the paper in Kirishima’s hands.

“They’re tickets! I didn’t want to spend the whole break without you, so we’re going to Disney over break.” Bakugou had a look of disbelief on his face. “Is something wrong?”

The corner of Bakugou’s mouth turned up into a smile and he shook his head. “No, idiot. It’s perfect. It’s just… not what I was expecting.”

Kirishima grinned, wide and knowing, then leaned in closer to Bakugou so that no one could hear but them. “Oh, that’s for later. My parents are going to be gone for the holidays, so I’ll have the house to myself.”

Bakugou spluttered and Kirishima pulled away, chuckling, then pressed another kiss to the side of his face and went back to eating his dinner.

Written for the KRBK Advent Calendar hosted by @krbkevents. Day One Prompt: Party.

In collaboration with Shyn who beta read the fic and did art. You can find the art here.

[airanke]

Day 31: Costume Parade.

And with this, AbiTou-ber is complete 💙 Thanks for coming on this journey with me! Dabi is dressed as Hades (heavy Dislyte inspiration), and Abiteth as Persephone (heavy SMITE inspiration).

[airisu7425]

My Hero Academia - Comic Calendar 2024 - May/June - Blue Side

[the-chikyuu-times]

[draphrawrites]

Pro Hero Academia Zine Calendar - December

Twitter Threads Pt 5 || Prev Next

Originally posted December 25th, 2021

Go out on patrol, Hawks. It’s just weather, Hawks. It’s not so bad, Hawks.

The fifteen-year-old mentally grouches at his handler while perched on a power line, observing the last-minute holiday shoppers.

“All Might’s balls, it’s cold,” he whines, wings shivering violently, sending cascades of snow down to the street below. He ducks into his collar when faces tilt to look at him. 

One face, though, is horrifyingly familiar. And so is her wide grin.

“Don’t even think about it!” Hawks calls as he sees her crouch down to a pile of fresh powder. The joke’s on him, though: Rumi never listens.

The first snowball he manages to avoid. The second smacks him right in the chin. He hears Rumi cackling even as he launches off in pursuit, face freezing and blood singing. 

By the end of the chase, he’s flushed, laughing, and, for the first time in weeks, warm.

Twitter Threads Pt 5 || Prev Next

[blueshadowedone]

Hi! I'm mostly a lurker, but now I was thinking of compiling upcoming deadlines from fanzines and other stuff, like fandom birthdays, and I wanted to know if people would like that. I was searching mostly Genshin Impact stuff, so that my sis could participate, and it was a bit difficult to see all of the amazing opportunities out there. For BNHA is easier, since the fandom calendar exists and it's great. Well, that's mostly it, I'm going to work on something for Genshin Impact and if anyone is interested in other fandom, let me know.