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Twenty Questions for a Fic Writer

Stolen from @augustmourn! Thanks for posting, this was fun!

How many works do you have on ao3?

52 connected to my account/pseuds, several anon'd

What’s your total ao3 word count?

344,041

What fandoms do you write for?

I bounce around fandoms a lot AND write for exchanges pretty frequently, so i'm not as much of a steady fandom person. You can go to my user page and expand fandoms to see just how true that is. Old standbys are probably Star Wars and Naruto, as insane as that sounds.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Me and You and a Dog Named Boo - 1,411 kudos. Venom movies Venom/Eddie/Reader cross-country roadtrip with some mild plot and lots of porn. I wrote this with my partner and a close friend and it may have taken us 5 years to finish but we had an immense amount of fun along the way.

General Organa's List of Things You May No Longer Do - 750 kudos. Short humor fill for a SW kinkmeme prompt from back in 2016. Writing-wise I don't think it's anything special but it was my first fic posted to AO3.

Artemisia in Snow - 402 kudos. Reylo hypothermia fic, simple as. Did a lot of research on hypothermia for this one. I think it ranks so highly in kudos simply because it's one of my few T-rated fics.

Vestal - 394 kudos. Short short short Kylo Ren character study. I wrote this one night and posted it immediately, but I'm still very fond of it. Lots of gender going on. I feel proud that it was so well-received and kicked off a long-term fandom friendship of mine.

Take a Slice - 310 kudos. Kirikacchako threesome fic, what more is there to say? Also written with two close friends in a round-robin format during an in-person visit. Very fun, if not all that complex.

These fics are all fun and great but ultimately overall they don't represent my best writing or my personal favorite fics that I've written.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Deep sigh I wish I was better about this. I almost always respond to exceptionally long comments because they're SO important to me, but otherwise it can be hard. I have a huge backlog that I'll likely never get to if for no other reason than some of them are SO OLD.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Maybe Hard Cover. Obi-Wan/Qui-Gonn Bad Guys Made Them Do It noncon where they walk away with their relationship is kind of in tatters and, worse, we know that the river of canon will flow on. I find the idea of them not getting to resolve what happened before Qui-Gonn's death way more devastating than the death alone.

Caw, Caw, Koodle-Yah is also pretty angsty.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I can't lie I'm a sucker for happy endings, so I think a lot of the fics I write have them? (Outside of all the noncon that makes up about 1/3 of my output.) Maybe the happiest to me is Come Calling in that it involves a nice getting together with the promise of a future. The ending is very rosy, but it came from the heart (and the hole).

Do you get hate on fics?

Once or twice. I had someone get MASSIVELY upset at me for choosing not to spoil a surprise in one of my fics in the tags. We had a short interaction in the comments that didn't satisfy them so they sent me an EMAIL complaining about it further and demanding that I "admit" I did it out of spite, which I definitely didn't.

Do you write smut?

HAHAHAHAHA. Yes. Prodigiously.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not. I don't want to knock anyone who does but they've always seemed vaguely silly to me? I prefer canon-swap AUs to straight-up crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think once or twice I've had someone request to translate a fic into Russian, but I'm not sure if they ever went through with it.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't speak another language, so I probably wouldn't go there unless I was close enough to someone who did that they could help. I sometimes find it a bit cheesy when people do this but ultimately it won't stop me from reading a fic.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, many! I love co-writing. Having someone to cheerlead you through the tough sections and share the load of writing is really nice. I enjoy the creative process of bouncing ideas off of each other and most of the time this outweighs the difficulty of making compromises.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Most of my favorite ships are ones that I don't write for, or even read for. Often they're ones where the text has everything I want. That said, it's probably Ashitaka/San from Princess Mononoke or Cam/Pal.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably the unpublished Arcane fic that's about Cait/Vi failing as a relationship and slowly breaking up disastrously because of their experiential differences. The idea of them just crumbling apart fascinates me but I haven't been able to find much momentum to really write the damn thing.

What are your writing strengths?

I think dialogue! I really like writing it, the process of tweaking it, AND it's my favorite part of a fic to read.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Eurgh....plot. Plot is so hard for me. I'm not a gardener or a pantser, but an architect with aphantasia. I'll have an idea but how to get there just makes me draw a blank. It takes a lot of effort to structure themes, ideas, and theses into actual stories, which is a bit embarrassing to admit. I still love to write, though.

First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto! I was about 12 I think and wrote an unfinished Sakura/Gaara fic based loosely on an existing fic that I really loved.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably either Fires That Fence the World In or Steal the Blush.

Fires is my first Locked Tomb fic and a true labor of love. I put a lot of work, some actual research, and a great deal of elbow grease into that fic and feel a great, tender affection for it in my heart.

Steal the Blush was a gift for my partner where I had free reign to play with the Hannibal dolls in an omegaverse setting however I wanted, and I did exactly that. Omegaverse isn't a trope I'd ever write for myself (and squicks me out in many cases), but it was a fun challenge to make it work for myself. I also think I got the character voices JUST right.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, feel free to tag me in your response!

[bakugouxall]

I want to start doing wip Wednesdays because I think it would be a great motivator. So here's a list of fics I'm actively working on:

-Pro Hero Kiri/Villain Bakugou where Bakugou gets in over his head when he attends a masquerade Pro Hero event. It's for the masquerade prompt for Frisky Feb

-Midoriya/Bakugou/Todoroki for the rare pair bang with enemies to lovers where naval officer Bakugou falls for pirates tddk

-a bakubowl for Bakugou’s birthday

-planning a kirikacchako fic for Halloween where exes Bakugou and Uraraka have to escape Blood Riot

-Bakugou participates in a Hero auction and gets bought by Blood Riot

-2nd chapter for my silly voltron au

-I'm still determined to finish old threads and put them on ao3, starting with my old krbk space pirate au

-chipping away at my mha pokemon au

-a 5+1 blacksun au where everyone thinks they're married but they keep forgetting to actually get married

-Atem/Yami/Yugi where King of Dragons Atem tricks Yami and Yugi into an arranged marriage

-KiriBakuMina where KiriMina are vampires chasing human Bakugou through the woods

-krbkdk getting bred by tentacles

-a/b/o krbk arranged mating

-redoing the feminize and kmbk weeks

-a collab for another fic in my KrBkKr hybrid series

-I have an old fantasy polysquad fic I started and I want to finish

-Screwllum/Herta where the two "apologize" to each other after the Silver Wolf incident

-I'm going to try my hand at traditional a/b/o

-i found a BakuMomo week I want to try!

-The jjk Tokyo students having an orgy and Gojo using his eyes to watch

[blake-mond]

FLUFFTOBER [FICTOBER] 2022

Hola mis estrellitas, el día de ayer 1 de octubre  empezaron los inktobers y los fictobers, y yo participare con esta pequeña lista de la pagina Es de fanfics de fb

Como manejaré mi fictober, no manejare un shipp en especifico sin o tres, mis tres shipps principales, en lugar de hacer distintas listas, usare  una sola, habrá Mimato, Kacchako y Kirichacko, no serán días seguidos serán aleatorio.

Eso me lleva al siguiente punto, como el dia del shipps es totalmente aleatorio [Excepto el kirikacchako, los últimos días son muy consecutivos] los subiré en distintos fics no tendrán continuación.

Si alguno no le gusta cierto shipp esperen que otro día se publicara. Espero que les guste que yo estoy mas que emocionada nwn. Aqui les dejo la lista de como me estaré manejando

[taterztots]

16, 15, 12, 25, 21 for bakugo please!!!!

OH! I didn't see this one while I was doing the other one, but more Bakugou yay! lol

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character? TetsuTetsu 😒 Get that discount Kirishima out of here. Like, no hate to Tetsu, but all the hate to him. skjfsadkfhjskg It's not even the ship. It's him. He did nothing wrong, I swear, I wish I could like him but I just don't. I'm sorry.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.) Kiripima 🥰 that's OTP for real. buuuut... kacchako holds my heart too. kirikacchako is top tier chef kiss.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character. demi Bakugou my beloved.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? Honestly, I liked him from the start. Like yeah, he's an asshole. but like, I can change him y'know. sjkhfsfkhsg Now? I don't need to change him. He is perfect. I love him.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like? Wait. I don't think I understand the question lol. Like a trope? It's not a trope per se, but I like making him an unhinge mess lmao. Do shit now, worry about it later. Over thinking, anxious mess. Look how tough I am and on the inside he is freaking the fuck out. And I guess I don't like sad endings? Give me angst but also, happy ending please. (If this is about what I actually like to do to while writing, then I listen to music :))

[ohmytheon]

don’t threaten me with a good time (1/2)

title: don’t threaten me with a good time

summary: The sequel to There’s Something About Bakugou. After months of figuring out where they stand with their unusual and new relationship, Uraraka couldn't be happier with Bakugou and Kirishima. Of course, after a night of celebrating a friend's birthday, they're all equally determined to prove each other wrong in the most shameless of ways.

notes: YEEEEEEEEEAH omg. I can't believe I'm writing this. I'll send you all a postcard from hell. Also, I can't believe I thought I could keep this a one-shot. There was just too much I wanted to talk about concerning the Kirikacchako relationship and how things have been since they started whatever they have. Turned out I had a lot of feelings over it. So yeah, this first half is mostly fluff. The second half is going to be where the action is at. I might change this to "explicit" depending on how it goes. So if you want just the fluff, then stick with chapter one. If you want the RIDICULOUS and SHAMELESS smut, then move on to the second chapter when I post it. I'm ecstatic that people are digging this ship!

It started out as a relatively innocent night. Kaminari’s birthday was something that none of them could miss. Sure, they all had separate lives of their own and many had moved away to pursue their hero careers, but birthdays were something sacred. It was a time that they all did their best to get together on, a little reminder of the good ole days. Kaminari was big on going all out and they usually suffered for it the next day, but there was no way that they were going to bail on him, not even Bakugou.

They’d made sure to work hard during the day at their respective jobs and get the next day off because there was also no way in hell any of them were going to be good to work the day after.

All three of them getting a full day off was hard. Bakugou put in hours like he was meaning to get his own hero agency any time now. Uraraka was often torn between daring rescue missions that pulled her out of the city at a moment’s notice and also villain fights in the city. The hero agency that Kirishima worked at was forty-five minutes away and he was often in some brutal takedowns. They did what they could to spend time together and it was usually good enough, but having tomorrow off was special, so they weren’t about to squander the night.

Seeing as how the bar Kaminari had chosen was closest to Bakugou’s place, Uraraka had decided to do most of her getting ready there. She’d made sure to pack her outfit and makeup kit before leaving for work this morning so that she could go directly to his place. Bakugou had still been working on some paperwork when she’d clocked out, so he’d given her his key to let herself in.

By the time she’d made it to his place, Uraraka was still buzzing anxiously over the fact that he had casually given her the key to his apartment, his sanctuary. She hopped in the shower, which was much nicer than hers, and used his shampoo since she’d forgot to pack her own. So what if she smelled like Bakugou? It wasn’t like either he or Kirishima would mind.

Sometimes, Uraraka forgot just how...unusual her life had become in the past few months. Ever since Bakugou had been hit by that lust quirk and she, Kirishima, and Bakugou had all come to realize some very interesting things about one another, life had evolved into something both spectacular and strange. Not in a bad way though. Things were brighter. She felt more. She was happy. Oh, sure, she’d been happy before, but this was like “the sun is always shining and the birds are always singing” kind of happy.

That wasn’t to say there hadn’t been any bumps or awkward moments. Uraraka could not deny having a jealous streak here and there. The nights that Bakugou and Kirishima got to spend together when she was stuck at work or otherwise busy had been sour for her at first. It had humiliated her and she’d even worried that she wasn’t cut out for whatever they were trying to do until she’d buckled down and talked with Kirishima about it and he had copped to feeling the same way.

Strangely enough, it had been Bakugou who had helped them get over it. It turned out that he had never once felt jealous over Uraraka and Kirishima spending time together without him. Instead it had helped put him at ease that he wasn’t being a selfish jerk or demanding too much of them. It had been surprising since Bakugou was admittedly the type that demanded attention the most in everything he did.

Also, while her feelings for Bakugou had been quite solid in the beginning, things with Kirishima had been a little different. Whatever they had now had come slowly as they’d found their footing with one another. He could be just as energetic and stubborn as Bakugou, but his enthusiasm was different. He was brighter, in a sense, and much easier to deal with. He had more of an easygoing nature so there was a natural push and pull with him instead of the lots of pushing she had to do with Bakugou sometimes.

Things had developed with Kirishima naturally though. She couldn’t imagine her world without him being such an integral part of it. Not just in a romantic way, but as a friend as well. They’d always been good friends, if only because the both of them excelled in making friends with people outside of their group through their positive nature, but they were much closer now and she couldn’t be happier about it. Who knew Bakugou of all people would have brought them together?

Or well, it had kind of been that villain with the lust quirk.

When they had finally caught him, it had been a real struggle not to laugh. That guy really had changed all their lives, but it wasn’t like she could walk up up to him and say, “Hey, thanks for getting me two boyfriends!” or anything like that. Whatever the three of them had together, they’d kept it private. Sure, Uraraka kind of felt bad about not telling Tsu, but they were still figuring things out and Bakugou, for as loud and flashy as he was as a hero, was an intensely private person. This was theirs and he didn’t want anyone butted their heads into their business.

Honestly, Uraraka thought that Bakugou just liked the idea of having both her and Kirishima to himself.

With the shower done, she set to getting ready. She may have gone a little further in her normal dressing up than usual, opting for a matching set of undergarments. The black bra and underwear fit her nicely and accentuated her curves more. Honestly though, the big deal was that she was matching. Normally she didn’t pay attention to what bra and underwear she wore, but then Bakugou liked to point them out and she was being forced to actually consider what she put on under her clothes.

It was easier to put makeup on before the constraints of the dress she’d picked out. Of course it wasn’t scandalous by any means, but it was a little more than usual. She wanted to look good! It wasn’t very often that she got to dress up and she’d actually pulled in extra money in the past few months, so she’d allowed herself to splurge on an outfit that was on the high end of the clearance section. A simple above the knee black dress with two white stripes around the bottom that hung off the shoulders and cinched at her waist. It was cute .

Uraraka never went all out with her makeup, but in her haste to finish so she could put on her dress and stop standing around in her undergarments, she dropped the lip stain and it clattered noisily on the ground before rolling away from her. “Shit, of course.” It rolled all the way to the shower and she shuffled over there, bending down the pick it up.

Of course, in that exact moment, Bakugou had shown up, hearing her music in the bathroom, and decided to greet her in the most inappropriate way by grabbing her by the hips and slamming her ass back against him. She yelped and jumped up, nearly banging the back of her head against him, but he cackled and let go of her so she could spin around and shove a hand against his chest.

“That wasn’t funny!” Uraraka exclaimed. “You scared the hell out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have had your music on so loud or you would’ve heard me knocking,” Bakugou replied cheekily.

She glowered at him halfheartedly and then turned back to the mirror to finish her makeup, trying hard not to blush over the fact that she was standing around in her undergarments and he was just there. It was difficult for her though. Neither Bakugou nor Kirishima had any issues walking around in their boxers at any given hour of the day. It was unseemly and rude and drove her mad. On more than one occasion, Bakugou had walked out of the shower with nothing on, not even a towel, which had sent even Kirishima into a coughing fit.

Not that she didn’t have their confidence or anything (she didn’t, not in that respect at least), but Uraraka had always been more modest. She could still remember the horror she’d felt upon putting her hero costume on for the first time. She should’ve been more specific on it. They’d made it so damn tight. Even now, though she’d made adjustments on her costume, it still clung to her figure. She was trying to be braver about things like that or at least more comfortable, but it was a work in progress.

Bakugou slipped his arms around her waist and tucked his face into the crook of her neck. “Do we really need to go out?”

“Yes, we do,” Uraraka told him, determined to not get distracted by the feel of his hard body pressed against her back or the way he was nipping at her neck. Somehow, she managed to put the lip stain on even as his hands slid over her bare stomach. There was still what she considered pudge there. She had been terrified that Bakugou or even Kirishima would be displeased with it since they were seemingly made of solid muscle, both it had never occurred to Kirishima that it was a big deal and Bakugou was fanatical about how soft she was in his hands.

“We could have a little fun beforehand,” Bakugou pointed out, his hands going up further to cup her breasts. “Who the fuck did you go shopping with to get this?”

Of course he recognized that she hadn’t worn it before.

Uraraka sternly slapped his hands away. “Not unless you want to be late and leave Kirishima waiting for us.” She turned around in his arms again and began to shove him towards the shower like a dog that had gotten into a puddle of mud. “Now take a shower and get ready.”

Bakugou smirked. “Someone’s in a bossy mood tonight.”

“You know you like it,” Uraraka replied dismissively as she walked out of the bathroom.

She heard the shower start as she shut the door. He should be pleased that she had taken a quick shower, so that he’d have more hot water. His showers were akin to bathing in lava. Picking her dress up off the bed where she’d laid it out, she stepped and wiggled into it. She had tried to sexily slide into her clothes before like actresses did the movies. It had...not ended well. Thank everything she’d tried it at home by herself first before attempting it in front of the boys. Not even Kirishima would be able to hold back from teasing her over that.

It didn’t take long for Bakugou to get ready. Uraraka sat on the couch texting Tsu and Mina while waiting for him. He was wearing snug black jeans and a t-shirt that was loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to make his muscles noticeable. It made her feel a little silly for being overdressed, but then his red eyes roved over her like fire and her breath hitched in her chest. She uncrossed her legs and he licked his lips. Blush tinged her cheeks.

“You’re so shameless,” Uraraka scolded teasingly as she stood up and smoothed the bottom of her dress.

It was a nice enough night where they could walk to the bar, figuring that they could take a cab back if they drank too much and were feeling lazy. Bakugou had gotten comfortable enough where she could hold his hand in public sometimes. He was flustered half the time and had to constantly wipe his palms in concern that they might ignite, but after brushing hands a few times, he’d snatch her hand and pull her close to him.

The thing about both of them was that they had to be careful holding hands, if only because of their quirks. Sure, Bakugou didn’t mind suddenly finding himself floating without gravity, but he did not want to hurt her with an explosion. It was something Kirishima never had to consider. He’d been caught off guard the first time Uraraka had accidentally floated him when they’d been goofing around at the pool at his apartment complex, but not angry, and he was used to Bakugou’s quirk, like he knew right when Bakugou might explode so he could harden to protect himself.

When they were about a block from the bar, Bakugou jerked his hand out of her grip, as if she was the one with hot and sweaty hands. She rolled her eyes, but didn’t complain or pout. They couldn’t exactly keep things a secret if they walked into a bar holding hands. It was hard enough seeing Kirishima and not tackling him on the spot. She hadn’t seen him in over four days because of their conflicting work schedules. She missed him. The fact that she did miss him made her feel giddy and silly too.

As soon as they walked into the bar, a few feet apart to make it seem reasonable, Kaminari spotted them from his seat on top of the bar and shouted, “Bakugou! Uraraka! The two lost loves of my life!”

Uraraka leaned in to ask Bakugou, “Is he drunk already?” but Bakugou just shook his head and gritted his teeth as he allowed Kaminari to pull him into a hug, still sitting on the bar. He jumped down so that he could pick Uraraka up and spin her around in a hug while she laughed. “When did you start drinking?”

“I haven’t,” Kaminari said cheerfully. “I just missed you all.”

It turned out that they had arrived right on time, as other people began to flood in just a minute after them, successfully distracting Kaminari from the fact that they’d arrived at the same time. Deku and Todoroki showed up on some ten minutes later, Deku apologizing for being late, Todoroki completely oblivious that they were. Maybe she was standing too close to Bakugou, but there was a knowing smile on Deku’s face when they connected eyes and she couldn’t help but blush.

Predictably, Bakugou took issue with it. “I bet he thinks he knows everything,” he grumbled while holding onto his beer tightly.

“Oh calm down,” Uraraka harrumphed, nudging him in the side with her elbow. He did it right back to her and she couldn’t stop the smile if she tried.

Out of all their friends, Deku was the only one that more or less knew what was going on. He had even promised not to tell Todoroki, which was saying something, since they told each other absolutely everything. After all, it had been with his help that Bakugou had been able to kick the effects of that lust quirk so fast. His mere presence had cancelled it out. He didn’t lord his help over Bakugou any, but that didn’t stop Bakugou from thinking it. Not that it mattered. Things had worked out better than expected in the end for all of them.

Uraraka greeted Deku and Todoroki like family while Bakugou stood irritably at her side. Luckily for all of them, neither boy took offense. In fact, Deku appeared amused, even offering to buy them a round. Bakugou couldn’t turn that down and a round turned into a competitive shot for them while Uraraka and Todoroki opted for a simple cocktail. Those two would never fully get over their rivalry, but at least it wasn’t violent anymore. She didn’t want to have to kick Bakugou’s ass for real.

Around an hour into the party, Kirishima finally showed up, a sheepish look on his face and a present in his hand. Kaminari was ecstatic and thankfully not drunk yet. Uraraka caught the heated look in Bakugou’s eyes as Kirishima made his way through the crowd toward them. He was being patient for once, staying still and biding his time, but she knew it wouldn’t last long. He was an explosion waiting to happen.

Uraraka sighed into her drink. “Just go to the bathroom and make out with him already.” Apparently, her astute observation pissed Bakugou off because he shot her a glare and she shrugged her shoulders. Finally, Kirishima stood in front of them and she beamed, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him in close for a hug. “It took you long enough!”

“Sorry, I got stuck in traffic,” Kirishima explained. Bakugou snorted, his arms folded firmly across his chest, no intentions of giving a hug in public noted. “So boring, I know. A villain takedown would have been way cooler.”

“Next time, call when you’re gonna be late,” Bakugou said. “We could’ve done something to take up the time.”

Kirishima grinned. “Who’s to say I didn’t call so you wouldn’t leave me out?”

Bakugou scowled and chugged the rest of his drink. “Asshole.” He grabbed Kirishima by the shoulder, turning him around, and shoved him in the direction of the bar so they could get drinks together.

With the boys gone to do their own thing and mingle with their old crew, Uraraka found Tsu and Momo. Standing next to Momo made Uraraka a little feel better about how much effort she’d put into her outfit, if only because Momo was wearing an absolutely stunning dress.

“You look fantastic, Momo!” Uraraka greeted. “Did you make it yourself?”

Momo’s cheeks turned pink, holding a flute of champagne in her hands delicately, and nodded her head. “It’s not that big of a deal, just a little hobby to take the edge off hero work. I was worried that it might be too much, but…”

“No, I love it,” Uraraka insisted. “Next time I need a dress, I’m hitting you up.”

“Really?” Momo smiled brightly. “I would love to make something for you!”

Even though Momo was the smartest person that Uraraka had ever known, she understood Momo’s nervousness. They were all a lot more confident in themselves than when they’d first gone to U.A. and had grown in their own ways, as both people and heroes. Momo was plenty more confident in herself as a hero, but something as simple as fashion design was different. It was more personal. Uraraka had felt the same way about her body and her place with Bakugou and Kirishima. It was just something that they had to work to get over in time.

“You seem awfully close with Bakugou these days, Ochako,” Tsu pointed out, going straight the point as usual. It didn’t matter what Uraraka did; she knew that she was going to blush. “Have you two been hanging out?”

Uraraka laughed and it sounded awkward even to her ears. “Oh, you know, we’ve been pulling a lot of late night shifts. He’s relentless.” Thank gods the boys weren’t around. She didn’t think Tsu or Momo would catch the double entendre, but they would. “It’s nice though! I actually got a raise last month and moved up five spots in the hero ranking.”

“Wow, congratulations!” Momo exclaimed. “I guess working with Bakugou has its perks.”

They didn’t know the half of it. Uraraka somehow managed to keep a straight face. She didn’t like omitting things about her life from Tsu, but she wasn’t going to talk about it until Bakugou and Kirishima were comfortable with it. She thought Kirishima was okay with telling people, but Bakugou was still against it. Not that he was embarrassed or anything. He just didn’t like people being in his business. Uraraka felt the same way honestly. She liked having something that was only hers.

“He’s moving up the ranks fast next to Todoroki and Midoriya,” Momo pointed out.

Tsu tapped her chin thoughtfully. “They’re probably racing to see who opens up their own pro hero agency first.” While it was always something of a dream for heroes, it wasn’t really one that Uraraka was considering. Becoming the top hero had never been her main goal. It didn’t seem to be Kirishima’s either. They’d leave that to Bakugou, who would probably try to convince them to work for him if he did. He did like all his eggs in one basket. “It’s nice that Midoriya and Todoroki can still be competitive with each other while being in a relationship. It’s really helped both of their ambitions instead of hindering them.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Uraraka said.

It had been one of Deku’s concerns when he and Todoroki had got together two years ago -- that their positions as heroes would get in between them. Both of them were aiming for the top, after all, for their own reasons. He cared about Todoroki a lot, but he also had his own goals that he had to accomplish first. Instead, they managed to push and compliment each other. Uraraka could understand it. Bakugou had pushed her forward when they were just coworkers, but it seemed to double now. It wasn’t that he thought she needed to improve; it was that he knew she and Kirishima were capable of more and he wanted it for them as much as he wanted it for himself.

“Alright, girls!” Mina shouted excitedly as she bounded over towards them, very clearly a little buzzed. “Enough with the chit chat. It’s time to dance!” She snatched Uraraka by the wrist and tugged her onto the dance floor, nearly making her yelp and spill her drink. “Let’s show everyone how to have fun!”

Normally, Uraraka waited until she had a little more alcohol in her system before she had the confidence to dance. It was strange how she could face multiple villains head on and jump into a burning building, but shaking her ass on a dimly lit floor to music with a bunch of strangers made her balk. However, she wasn’t going to do that tonight. She was going to go out there and have a fun time with her friends.

When Uraraka began to dance like there was no tomorrow and she didn’t care if anyone was watching, Mina damn near shrieked with laughter. “Get it, girl, woo!” They held each other’s free hands and raised them in the air as they danced. Neither one of them was doing anything spectacular, just bopping to the music. Uraraka knew that Mina was a much better dancer than she was playing at right now, but it didn’t matter. They were just being silly.

It wasn’t long before the birthday boy joined them, hopping around with drinks in both hands, and both girls cheered him on. After that, others followed them onto the dancefloor. Tsu, Momo, Sero, Hagakure, and even Iida, who might have danced worse than her but was at least enthusiastic about it. They bounced around to the music together, laughing bubbling out of Uraraka’s mouth unbidden. Deku came out too and the two of them danced sillily together in a way that would’ve had her blushing before but now her cheeks only flushed from the effort.

When she caught eyes with Bakugou, she waved her hand at him, but he merely folded his arms across his chest and shot her a scowl. No way was he stepping on that dance floor. She huffed, coming to a stop and putting her hands on her hips. He shook his head. She tapped a foot on the ground. He picked up his drink and took the most aggressive gulp she’d ever seen. It was a no-win situation.

Kirishima came up next to him from the bathroom, caught sight of the two of them, and shoved his drink into Bakugou’s empty hand with a laugh before making his way towards her. Sliding behind her, he put his hands on her hips and propped his chin on her shoulder, speaking into her ear, “Why don’t we show Bakugou what he’s missing out on, huh?” His hands gripped her snugly and she leaned back into him, swaying to the music, a grin on her lips. The heat in Bakugou’s eyes tripled and his scowl deepened. Kirishima gave a throaty laugh.

It must have been too much for Bakugou because he slammed Kirishima’s drink back and then stomped towards the pool tables where Todoroki, Ojiro, and Tokoyami had gone. If Bakugou was willingly going to the area of the bar where Todoroki was, then he was deeply bothered. Uraraka couldn’t help but giggle and she turned around to face Kirishima. She felt so warm and happy. Part of it was the alcohol, sure, and the feeling that came from being around good friends, but another part was just them.

“I’m gonna order some food,” Kirishima told her after the song was over. “Have some fun with the girls.” She nodded her head and caught herself leaning into him at the last second. He noticed him and a sharp grin spread across his face. It had just come so naturally to her. He leaned in close, his mouth close enough to her ear to nibble on it. “You look great, by the way, although Bakugou said you had something even better on underneath.”

Uraraka shoved him away playfully. “Go get your food!”

“Oh, someone’s in a bossy mood tonight,” Kirishima joked before sauntering towards the bar.

Rolling her eyes, Uraraka joined back up with the girls, who were trying to decide whether to keep dancing. In the end, it turned out that they were all out of drinks, so they decided to freshen up in the bathroom, get another round, and then take a short break. It had been so long since she’d had an outing like this. It was easy to get swept away by it and she let the easygoing flow take over. She’d missed her girl friends. As heroes, they were always working, so she didn’t get to see them nearly as much as she would’ve liked.

At some point, Sato brought out a cake and everyone gathered around a table so they could sing Kaminari “happy birthday” and let him blow out the candles that Todoroki had lit. (Bakugou had been about to give it a go, but Kirishima had stopped him at the last second. They wanted the cake to still exist, after all.) As Kaminari opened his presents, Uraraka sat comfortably in between Tsu and Iida, like their U.A. days, back before she had started to become more involved in Bakugou’s world too.

It was a great night. Uraraka felt so at ease and happy. It was more than just contentment. She hadn’t realized that being happy in one aspect of her life would help her flourish in others as well. It bolstered her confidence by tenfold, this pure joy and excitement. There would be bad days -- there would be moments that she would have to work through and would hate -- but if she could hold onto this memory, this feeling, then it would be worth it.

They sat at a group of tables, snacking on the various food that people had ordered from the bar. Uraraka reached over to pick at what Kirishima had ordered, snatching her had back before Kirishima could swat her hand. She gave him a cheeky as she ate the food. Bakugou scoffed in his seat next to the redhead, but then ate some of his food as well.

A comically betrayed look crossed Kirishima’s face as he exclaimed, “Order your own food, you fiends!”

Uraraka laughed as the two boys bickered. Yeah, it was worth it. She could get used to this.

[chako-chip]

anyway minachako quirkless fic where ochako is spiderman (who everyone thinks is a guy bc gender roles) and mina us desperately trying to find out who spiderman is then finds out that 'he' is actually ochako and shes been right under her nose this whole time

[ohwickedsoul]

the very last chapter of you the moon, you the road is out now. thank you for coming along this journey with me!

The journey homeward is slow.

[stardust-22]

Update: it’s been awhile

Woah it’s been so long since I’ve updated What If This Happened (AU) & don’t worry, I’ve seen all your comments and kudos in my email notifications 😭💓💓

What If This Happened (AU) - AO3 link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22556821/chapters/53901787

Life’s been crazy for me but I missed writing and also my Calbrina squad! I am going to work on chapter 7 with @aesthetically-feisty​ tonight and hopefully I’ll be able to finally publish it within the next week or so. I also have 3 new AU ideas for Calbrina, Kirikacchako and Bellarke as well lol

 whoot.

Also update on my life, I’m going to graduate after summer quarter (last online class) (finally getting my degree, wows) and going to start my MA program next month concurrently with that. 

But I hope all of y’all are staying safe, healthy and always be kind and be well (love you Bob Morley)

[neruran]

Kirikacchako headcanon of the day

When it comes to formal hero events, the trio always try to surprise each other. And by surprise, I mean one-up each other by being the best dressed or most good-looking and taking great joy in seeing the jaws of the other two drop. They take great lengths to hide the outfits they’ll be wearing (though sometimes they’ll send some teasing pictures), and never get ready together so they all have fresh eyes once they get to the event in question. That said, while there’s always a winner, there’s never a loser in these little competitions.

- Mitsuki and Masaru designed and made a lot of Katsuki’s outfits the first couple years, unaware of these competitions, but the moment they did, Mitsuki decided to “even the playing field” and started helping the other two with their outfits as she pleased, which made that particular event...interesting. Now the Bakugou parents rotate who they dress to avoid anymore chaos like what happened that year.

- A lot of Ochako’s dresses are borrowed or gifts from Momo, which made her feel a little bad at first despite Momo insisting it was fine and that she enjoyed helping her friends, but now she’s all for it if it means the chance to show up Katsuki and Eijirou. One year she arrived in a dress that had colours and motifs inspired by the other two and they just about died.

- Even after knowing him for years and seeing this many times over, it always throws Ochako and Katsuki for a loop to see Kirishima “crocs and tiger print are perfectly acceptable fashion choices” Eijirou waltz in all sharply (heh) dressed and cleaned up. Their partner is so damn irresistibly handsome when he puts in the effort, what the fuck, how did they land someone so pretty.

[phoenix-valkyrie-blog]

Debating starting a future kirikacchako fic qhere they start out as roommates and end up dating

[louislouisrap]

Roarin Twenties ch. 1

Ah hello it’s been awhile

This was supposed to be a short thing but it turned into a long thing. I’m thinking it’s probably going to be my longest fic yet and I think for now the first-gen quirk idea is gonna be put on hold (´･ω･`)

With that said have some more Kirikacchako ☆*ヾ(-∀・*) Although it’s more like Kacchako and Kiribaku and eventually it’ll become Kirikacchako? I haven’t thought that far ahead but poor Bakugo is tormented by the fact that he’s in love with two people. So sad.

You can also keep up with this on my Ao3: louislouisrap

A fancy gala is the perfect opportunity to dredge up the feelings you've been trying to push down.

//

Bakugo stared at his reflection in the mirror and grimaced. It wasn’t that he looked bad--no, he looked too good, too fancy for his liking. However, hard as he’d tried, there had been no worming his way out of the dress code for tonight’s event. Best Jeanist wouldn’t let him.

Bakugo had been a sidekick at Best Jeanist’s agency for two, almost three years now, almost immediately after graduating. Kirishima and Sero had been especially surprised, and even Best Jeanist himself had been at a loss for words for a few moments when he’d opened the door to his agency and found Bakugo standing outside with his trademark scowl, sidekick employment papers filled out and at the ready.

Bakugo knew that being a sidekick at Best Jeanist’s agency would not be easy, mostly for his ego. He’d been absolutely humiliated during his first internship with the then-number four hero, though looking back at that time as an 18-year-old with less of a temper and two more years of experience behind him, Bakugo could admit to himself that he’d been a huge brat. He had the advantage of brute strength, but Best Jeanist had years of experience to draw from. Lightning quick control of his quirk, assessing any situation and acting in the blink of an eye, the ability to remain calm and collected under pressure. UA had opened those doors for Bakugo. He had learned to be calm and to be quick, but Best Jeanist could do it better; by age 18 Bakugo had finally matured enough to swallow his pride and accept help from the same man who’d dismissed him before as reckless and unruly.

And it had been one of the best decisions of his life. He was no Present Mic, but under Best Jeanist’s watch, Bakugo’s public image slowly morphed from that of unstable hothead to an alright guy. He had learned how to put on a halfway decent outward appearance, and while his public speaking skills left much to be desired, at least he no longer scared children. He had honed his agility and critical thinking skills and was truly a force to be reckoned with. Now, at the tender age of 21, he had finally broken into the top ten heroes in Japan and, after a year of working his ass off, was finally going to open his own pro hero agency.

As if the Japanese Hero Billboard Chart in itself wasn’t a big enough event for Bakugo, Best Jeanist had reminded him that there was always an evening gala following the stage presentation.

“So when you say gala…” Bakugo leaned against his desk at the agency, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Formal wear, Bakugo,” Best Jeanist replied from his office chair and Bakugo swore he heard a hint of delicate glee in his voice.

The explosion hero slapped the edge of the desk as he rose to his feet. “Well, you all have fun then, I’ll be sure I’m watching something else from my couch at home.”

Best Jeanist sighed. “I thought by now I’d have drilled it into your head that appearances are everything, Bakugo Katsuki, but it appears I’ve still misjudged your thick skull after all these years.”

Bakugo stretched his arms out in exasperation. “Look, I’ll be at the main event, isn’t that enough? What the hell else is there to do at a fancy fuckin’ dinner?”

“Networking, most importantly,” Best Jeanist countered, poking a well-manicured finger in the other man’s direction. “But it’s also another public image opportunity, and one that you sorely need now that you’re in the top ten. You’ll be meeting with members of the press, political figures and public servants who will be looking to you for protection and who will be counting on you now more than ever.”

Bakugo grunted and looked away, crossing his arms with a ferocious petulance.

“You want to be the number one hero, Bakugo. That means taking everything that comes along with it.”

“Yeah, okay!” Bakugo spat angrily, still looking away. “You made your point, alright? But the event’s tomorrow, I don’t even have a--” He stopped himself before he could get out the rest of that sentence, stunned into silence by his own moment of idiocy.

Best Jeanist leaned back in his chair and though his mouth was hidden from view, Bakugo knew he was smiling underneath his denim costume. “I see you remembered who you work for.” He pointed to the storage closet behind Bakugo’s desk. “There’s a tailored suit in there. Charcoal, orange tie, black Oxfords. I assume you at least have a dress shirt at home that fits, but just in case I’ve included that as well.” Bakugo opened his mouth. “You’re welcome.”

Bakugo’s mouth snapped shut and he glared at the number three hero before plodding over to the closet and pulling out a thick wooden hanger, heavy with the weight of the suit, covered in a black garment bag. He slung the bag over his arm and bent down to snatch up the pair of gleaming black Oxfords on the floor. He’d never held anything quite so nice (or expensive) before, and he hated it.

“Thanks,” he drawled, voice thick with disapproval.

Best Jeanist inclined his head and Bakugo could just feel the smugness radiating from his half-hidden face. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Bakugo.”

Bakugo swiped the rest of his things from his desk before heading home for the day. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, already halfway out the door, “go fuckin’ pat yourself on the back some more.”

And now, here he was, glaring at the figure glaring back at him. By some magic, or through powers that Bakugo didn’t really want to think about, the suit fit perfectly. It was a beautiful, smokey charcoal color that contrasted sharply against the satiny, vivid orange of his tie, a nod to Bakugo’s hero costume. The lapels were thin and classy and the two black buttons down the front gleamed. (There was a note pinned to the jacket as well: “Close first button ONLY”.) The waist was tapered and form-fitting without being constricting, and the edge of the jacket formed around the curve of his butt and not a millimeter lower. The crease running down each pant leg was razor sharp, and the break just barely hit the tops of his impossibly shiny Oxfords. Best Jeanist had even included a pair of black socks.

Bakugo was immediately reminded of the male models he’d seen in the magazines at his father’s workplace. Yeah, he admitted, he lookedgood, but at what cost? Already the tie around his neck was stifling, and he resisted the urge to rip the thing off and burn it up in his palm.

He inspected his hair. He knew Best Jeanist would give him shit about not styling it, but Bakugo couldn’t have cared less. His sandy blonde spikes were slightly less unruly just because there was now less of it--in the past couple years he’d preferred to have his hair cropped a bit closer to his head in a more professional looking fade. That was enough of a style, right? Right.

Bakugo adjusted his lapel one last time before tearing himself away from the mirror and resigning himself to his well-dressed fate. Soon this night would be over, and he could go back to worrying about the more important aspects of his career. The entire day had been stressful enough; he’d managed to keep his composure professional at the stage event in the wake of his firecracker nerves--excitement, nervousness, pride--and even said a few words for himself that were a far cry from his declarations of singular success at the UA sports festival five years ago. The mobs of press that swarmed the heroes after the event ended had been the anxiety icing on the cake; this gala would be a shake of anxiety sprinkles on top of that. Bakugo looked forward to coming home afterwards and shoving his suit in the darkest corner of his closet, never to be seen again.

His phone chimed suddenly and Bakugo strode over to his nightstand to inspect it.

Kirishima: hey man sorry again i couldn’t be there for your big day, but i saw everything on tv!!! you were so fuckin cool!!! really proud of you :) gettin ready to head back home in a couple days, lookin forward to hanging out and going back to the gym

Bakugo sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. If today’s events had given him acute anxiety, then Kirishima was utterly chronic. The realization that he liked his best friend had been slow to dawn on him, though perhaps that hadn’t been entirely unintentional. Bakugo had had an inkling while they were still students, but at the time he’d been so hellishly focused on his goal to become the number one hero that he’d pushed aside any feelings that had bubbled up whenever he and Kirishima spent time together. Which, admittedly, was often.

There was something absolutely magnetic about the redhead, and Bakugo, hard as he may have tried, was not immune to his pull. Kirishima’s enthusiasm, his strength, his spirit, energized Bakugo mentally in a way he couldn’t begin to explain. It was almost intoxicating, and even after their class had graduated, Bakugo couldn’t stay away. Not that Kirishima would have let him, though. They had become practically inseparable by that time, and when Kirishima broke the news that he’d been accepted at a pro hero agency a mere 15 minute metro ride from Bakugo’s apartment, it had been difficult for him to hide his excitement.

And yet, it was as if there was still an invisible wall between them, with both of them unable to break through to the other’s side. A hesitancy to dig deeper, to get closer, and when they felt themselves reaching that wall, they backed off. The question of whether or not one liked the other more than a friend hung heavily over them, had been for years, but neither one had felt confident enough to coax it out into the open.

What if he asked, and Kirishima said no? The thought had kept him up at night on more than one occasion, and for awhile Bakugo had been content to let his curiosity die down for awhile. But now things felt different. Kirishima had been away for two weeks volunteering at a new pro hero agency in a location that was often gently referred to as “underserved” and "at-risk". The agency was lacking in staff, manpower, resources, and Kirishima had generously offered his time and services to help get the place up and running. Bakugo had been genuinely happy for him, and didn’t seem too perturbed in the beginning by the fact that the town was a good three-hour ride by bullet train.

“You better not slack off at the gym while you’re gone,” Bakugo had warned him with a grin. “Otherwise be prepared to get your ass handed to you when you get back.”

But now that it had been two weeks of physical separation, Bakugo was becoming acutely aware of the strange emptiness he felt without Kirishima there, and it was digging up feelings that he’d hoped he’d buried long ago.

Bakugo was preparing to text back when two more notifications popped up on his screen.

Ashido: you better show up tonight!!! i know you hate this kind of thing but i also made a bet with sero so if you could just pull through for me that’d be great <3

Bakugo snorted. Along with Kirishima, Bakugo had had a hard time getting rid of Ashido, Sero, and Kaminari. Through sheer determination, they’d glommed onto him in their school days in spite of how aloof Bakugo had tried to appear. Truthfully, he hadn’t really minded them and perhaps he’d been a tiny bit grateful for their tenacity, as he was not very adept nor experienced at making the first move in friendships. Kirishima and the rest of them had effectively done the hard work for him, and by their last year at UA, Bakugo sincerely cherished them as a weird sort of family.

He swiped to the next message.

Uraraka: Can’t wait to see you tonight!! It’s gonna be fun :D

Ah, the other source of Bakugo’s unrest, Uraraka Ochako.

She’d never really been on his radar in school. Sure, he respected the hell out of her and her skills, and he’d seen how much impressive progress she’d made in their three years at UA, but outside of that, they’d never really gotten that close. It wasn’t until they graduated that a friendship began to blossom.

They’d both gotten jobs as sidekicks in towns next to each other, a pleasant surprise they’d learned after they’d met at the same bar after their shifts. The first time around, they’d spent a few hours there chatting, Bakugo finding that it was quite easy to talk with Uraraka. They talked about her parents’ business and how she’d begun sending them money to help expand it and buy better equipment. Bakugo told her about how Best Jeanist was doing, and his experience as a sidekick so far. They exchanged horror stories of all sorts, from the embarrassing to the truly awful parts of the job.

He’d walked her home when it got dark, and they discovered they lived only about a 10 minute walk from one another.

After that, Uraraka would sometimes show up at the end of Bakugo’s shifts on her days off, to offer some company and joke around with him, especially during his late-night patrols which were mind-numbingly boring more often than not. Bakugo then began returning the favor, sometimes bringing Uraraka a sandwich or a coffee from the convenience store.

Eventually, they’d started hanging out outside of the work environment, though usually not alone; Bakugo enjoyed spending time with her and Kirishima the most, though they got together often with the Bakusquad, mostly with Ashido making the plans.

As time passed Bakugo realized, to his dissatisfaction, that when he and Uraraka were together, he felt that same nervous excitement in the pit of his stomach that bubbled up whenever he was with Kirishima. She was innocently funny, which contrasted endearingly with the fact that Bakugo’s foul mouth entertained her to no end. She was earnest, headstrong and unflinchingly devoted to putting her life on the line as a pro support hero.

He was attracted to that, to her. To him.

He was in love with two fucking people. And he had no idea if they felt the same way.

So he buried his feelings, simple as that. If they felt strongly enough, he reasoned, they could bring it up first, but he wasn’t going to be the one to wear his heart on his sleeve and have it broken, or worse, ruin the friendships he already had. Not only that, but he was also pretty sure he didn’t know how to tell someone he liked them.

He texted back:

Me: If this is fun then I’ve died and gone to hell. See you soon round face

Well. There was really no backing out now. Bakugo gathered his keys and his courage, pocketed his phone and headed outside to hail a taxi.

[boomdawg-blog1]

Fact: you may now yell at me on twitter

https://twitter.com/Boomdawg2

Also:

I'm doing a poll over there to see what I ought to try and get written this weekend, hit that up if you want to see something specific happen, there’s a handful of things to choose from.

Hopefully, it’ll help me decide what to do. 

[enjoythehigh91]

Remember how I said I started going down the Kacchako rabbit hole? Well, I found this one down there. AND I HAVE NO SHAME. I’m gonna hit you with this OT3 fic by @ohmytheon because it was really fantastic. I loved this writer’s way of developing the relationship between the three characters, it felt so natural and dialogue flowed really nicely. This is the first fic in a series that has three parts (so far? fingers crossed!) and it gets delightfully lemony and smutty. The first fic doesn’t have anything explicit, but HOT DAYMN do the others!! 

Chapters: 4/4 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Uraraka Ochako Series: Part 1 of Kirikacchako Hot Mess Summary: After Bakugou is hit by a villain’s unknown quirk that produces some strange side effects, both Uraraka and Kirishima have a very interesting day trying to help him.

[ohmytheon]

There’s Something About Bakugou (1/4)

title: There’s Something About Bakugou

summary:  After Bakugou is hit by a villain's unknown quirk that produces some strange side effects, both Uraraka and Kirishima have a very interesting day trying to help him.

notes:  I can't believe I'm fucking wrote this. God, I am a hot mess. I just wanted some Kirikacchako. This is what I give to the world? This ridiculousness. There are a ton of plot holes in this and I am very aware of them, but sh, let's just have fun here. I almost didn't want to publish this, but then I changed some things around and I feel better about it. Yes, this is a Lust Quirk fic with NO smut. I mean, there's definitely some hot and heavy stuff, but besides Bakugou's foul mouth, nothing super serious happens. This is a story about consent, damnit, and one cannot do that under the effects of a quirk. And it's also a story about friendship and feelings and a shit ton of awkward feelings dumped on Uraraka and Kirishima all at once and now I accidentally ship Kirichako. This is also the first Kiribaku thing that I’ve written!

It wasn’t really Uraraka’s fault that Bakugou was hit by that other villain’s unknown quirk. She had been in the middle of fighting another villain, her back open for attack, when Bakugou had landed onto the scene and saw a villain come up from behind her. The villain she was fighting was huge, but he made the fatal mistake of breaking up the street in his attack, so she practically ripped the ground out from underneath him and dropped it on him down on him. A move like that took a lot of focus and strength, so she didn’t see the other villain.

Bakugou reacted without thinking, launching himself towards her like a rocket and shouting, “Uraraka!” to warn her before shoving her out of the way of the villain’s blast. It hit him instead, knocking him off course, but he flipped over to correct himself and landed on his feet and one hand, skidding at least five feet back before he came to a stop.

A wave of dizziness swept over Bakugou as he stood up straight, but besides that, he didn’t feel much different. His heart was racing from the adrenaline of the fight and he always ran hot because of his quirk. Maybe he was a little breathless, but then he had just made himself a missile. He shook his head, getting himself back into it, and his eyes zeroed in on the villain whose quirk had hit him. Whatever it was, it must not have been very strong because Bakugou didn’t feel hindered in the slightest.

“Oh no you don’t!” Bakugou yelled when the villain turned tail and ran upon realizing that his quirk hadn’t had whatever intended effect he’d expected. However, when he reached the alleyway the guy had ran into, Bakugou found it completely empty. It was a dead end -- except for the manhole near the back. He swore. The sewers were a place that he did not like trodding around. After tearing it open and looking inside though, he found nothing and he dropped it down with a loud clang, fighting the urge to let off explosions out of frustration.

It wasn’t like him to let a villain get away. Bakugou had to shake his head again. He did feel a little foggy now that he wasn’t in the middle of a fight, but nothing too major. Maybe the villain’s quirk had disoriented him enough to allow the asshole to escape. Still pissed Bakugou the hell off.

There was a loud crash behind him in the street, reminding him that he was in the middle of something. By the time Bakugou ran back out of the alley though, the major fight was over and the villain was in custody, forcing him to come to a halt. Bakugou’s eyes swept over the scene -- rubble everywhere, smoke rising, police, but no one seriously hurt -- but it felt like he was searching for someone in particular. He caught a glimpse of pink and white, Uraraka talking to the main officer, and his heart dropped into his stomach.

A sick feeling hit him immediately as he turned in the opposite direction of her, but he ignored it as he walked towards the nearest uniformed officer to inform him of the villain that had gotten away. They needed to comb the underground area quick if they were going to keep the trail from going cold. Normally, nothing could phase Bakugou’s laser pointer focus on the job, but his eyes kept drifting over to where Uraraka was, his heart thumping wildly every time he did so, until finally he had to force himself to leave the area entirely.

For some reason, everything was tugging him towards her. Maybe he’d congratulate her on a job well done. She’d done an excellent job capturing that one villain. That had to be why he kept feeling the urge to walk towards her. Something to do with admiration and respect. She’d really grown as a hero in the past few years, beyond anyone’s expectations, including her own. He’d known she was capable of greatness since their fight at their first Sports Festival, but it had taken some time for her to realize it herself.

Also, had her hero costume always been that tight? She had definitely grown in some other areas as well.

Bakugou blinked, startled by the thought, and then jerked himself away from her. Where had that come from? He walked halfway in her direction without even realizing it.

She started to turn around, but he began to walk away before they could connect eyes. She could deal with the reporters. After all, she had been the one to take down the main villain. Sure, he’d saved her from that other villain, but Bakugou was in no mood for reporters. There was still a strange feeling in his gut and a slight headache was building. Reporters really liked Uraraka because she was so friendly and willing to answer questions while dealing with him was a lot like holding a hand grenade.

To be honest, Bakugou felt like one right now and the pin was sitting very precariously in place. It must’ve been from letting that villain get away. He was pissed about it and was not relishing the idea of telling the pro hero that he worked under about it.

Tired of being on the scene, Bakugou stomped away, quieter than most people would expect of him. By now, Uraraka had the full attention of media, alongside two other heroes that they worked with. He thought they were snot-faced brown nosers, so it was best that he stay out of the limelight anyways. To be fair, he kind of hogged it most of the time, which was only natural because of his record and his quirk. He could afford to let those below him get a taste of it.

Because he was leaving though, he missed the way Uraraka looked around for him and her comment, “It’s thanks to Ground Zero that I was able to capture him though. If not for him, I would’ve been knocked out of commission by a villain that came up from behind! He’s being camera shy today though, I guess.”

*

Uraraka was blushing as she made her way through the office, everyone congratulating on a job well done. This was the first time since getting hired on here that she’d taken a villain down more or less on her own. Maybe none of them had actually expected her to be able to throw down with a villain, but she had shown them. The other two sidekicks that had been there besides Bakugou were even looking at her differently. They’d been shaken up by the way she’d slid around the area, tapping the ground so that everything the villain broke became a meteor.

Still, as happy as she was about what she’d done, she really wished that Bakugou had stuck around. He was getting better on camera dealing with the reporters, but he’d vanished without so much as a word to her. Hopefully he’d gone to get checked out by a medic after being hit by that villain’s quirk since they didn’t know what it did yet, but she doubted it somehow. Still, he wasn’t in the office from what she could see. He wasn’t at his desk at least.

It made her feel anxious. Bakugou was probably pissed at having to “save” her from the other villain and getting hit in her place. No doubt he would ream her out for it later. He never kept his opinion about anyone’s perceived failures to himself, although she knew by now it was so that they could improve.

Once she sat down at her desk, Uraraka took a deep breath and relaxed for a moment. Before UA, no one had talked about how much paperwork was involved in being a hero. It was almost just as exhausting. She had to get this report about the attack done before the end of the day. As she got started it on her computer, she squirmed in her seat and pulled on her costume. It sure would’ve been nicer to do this in something that wasn’t so damn tight.

After about thirty minutes, the monotony after the fight was beginning to drag Uraraka down. She decided to break it up by getting a water from the kitchen. On her way there, she spotted Bakugou rounding the corner of the hallway and a smile lit up her face. “Hey! There you are! You just vanished on me.”

Bakugou’s eyes latched onto her and he froze on the spot, looking like a deer in headlights. His obvious surprise caught her off guard and she halted as well, leaving the both of them to stare at each other. Now that they were in better light and they were in the heat of battle, she was able to get a better look at him. His face was flushed, like he might be running a fever, and he looked close to sweating. His breathing appeared slightly jittery like he’d just gone on a run. Had he really gone to the gym after dealing with those villains?

“Are you okay, Bakugou?” Uraraka asked him, tentatively stepping closer. His red eyes were locked on her, his gaze so intense that it make her throat constrict. What was that look for? “Did you get checked out?”

“Checked...out?” Bakugou croaked. It sounded as if the words had to be torn out of his mouth. “Why?”

“For when you got hit by that villain’s quirk?” Uraraka reminded. He didn’t seem to understand what she was saying. No, he definitely hadn’t gotten looked at afterwards. She sighed. It really was irresponsible of him. He should know better. Sometimes, his pride got in the way though. Well, if she was going to have to drag him to their medic, then so be it. “Bakugou, you really should go get looked at.” She started to reach out for him to feel his forehead. “You don’t look we--”

Bakugou snatched her by the wrist before she could touch him and a shudder went through him. Maybe a cold chill? However, it was hard for her to think about when he was looking at her like that. His pupils were blown wide to the point where the reds of his irises was just a ring, The pink flush went from his cheeks all the to his ears. His touch was so hot and she could feel his explosive sweat coating her skin. He was actually starting to pant from the effort of something, his eyes traveling down her eyes to her arm and finally to her wrist where he was holding onto her with a tight but not painful grip.

Uraraka felt as if her heart was going to explode out of her chest as she gaped at him. In the words of Bakugou, what the fuck was going on with him?

“Ba-Bakugou?” she managed to stammer.

“Gods, Uraraka, you’re so…” Bakugou swallowed and stepped closer into her space. She backed up out of habit, not afraid of him but to give him the wide berth he usually demanded, but then he was in hers again, until he had her pressed up against the wall. “You’re so small.”

Uraraka furrowed her brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I bet I could pick you up and pin you against this wall like it was nothing,” Bakugou murmured, practically talking to himself.

Blush flooded Uraraka’s cheeks. “Bakugou!”

Oh my god, had he really said what she thought he did? She really didn’t want to take it that way, especially if he didn’t mean it. (Not that it mattered if he meant it or not because, well, that was absurd, why would she want him to mean it?) However, as slow on the uptake as she could be about these things, it was hard to misread the way he was looking at  her now.

Licking his lips, staring her down. Like she was a treat that he wanted to devour on the spot.

When Bakugou lifted his other hand to touch her face, Uraraka jumped a little, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from him. He was taller than her, so she had to crane her neck back to look up at him. His eyes dropped from her face to that exposed skin and he trailed a finger down her jaw and then under her neck until it hit the neckline of her hero costume.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Uraraka was starting to tremble a little, which was embarrassing, but it was so hard when Bakugou raised her wrist up over her head. He stepped even closer to her so that their chests were touching. She could feel the shaky way he was breathing, the hard planes of his muscles, and smell that explosive scent that was (intoxicating) just him.

Bakugou didn’t seem capable of words. He didn’t seem capable of anything that didn’t have to do anything with her. She had never experienced something like this in her entire life -- where nothing in the world mattered to someone except for her. When he dipped his head down and nipped at the exposed skin of her neck, Uraraka almost jumped out of her costume in surprise and an electric shock went all the way to her core. So startled, she shoved against his chest as hard as she could. He let go of her wrist and stumbled backwards, blinking in confusion.

“Oh my god, Bakugou, what is wrong with you?” Uraraka demanded, blush covering the entirety of her face and all the way down her chest. She was entirely too hot in her hero costume. It felt like too much material and not enough at the same time, considering the way it hugged all of her curves. She pressed a hand against her neck where his lips and teeth had been, feeling a wet spot there. “You can’t just… You can’t just!” She couldn’t even get the words out of her mouth. “We’re at work!”

Yeah, like that was the only crazy thing about this situation. Sure, she and Bakugou got along fairly well all things considered. There was an obvious mutual respect for each other. There was no way she could deny that he was pretty hot. Okay, really hot. Especially in his hero costume. And there might have been some tension between them in the past months that she had chalked up to her imagination. But he’d just said that he could pin her against the wall and then he had his hands on her and--

No, no, no she was not going to think about that now.

“I…” Bakugou looked at his hands as if he didn’t know how they had moved to touch her. “I don’t know. I just… I had to…” He licked his lips and his eyes flickered to hers. She held her ground, but she honestly felt like she could melt into the ground right now. “I had to taste you.”

“That’s…” Oh gods, she didn’t know how to react to that, especially coupled with the look he was giving her right now, like he was ready to dive in for more. Now that he’d had a taste, he didn’t want to stop. “I think that villain’s quirk messed with your head.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s just you,” Bakugou told her.

Uraraka stepped forward, meaning to grab him and drag him directly to their boss’s office, but then hesitated. She didn’t think touching him was a good idea. He was practically shaking with the effort to not jump her on the spot. “How about…?” She tried to think of something, anything, that would get them out of this situation. If he was suffering a side effect from the villain’s quirk, she didn’t want him to be humiliated at work once it wore off. No way would he want these things -- no way would he want her so strongly -- if something wasn’t wrong with his mind. “How about I take you home? You can get some rest. I bet you’ll feel normal in the morning!”

A wolfish smirk crossed Bakugou’s face, which made her feel like shrinking. Bakugou had a way of making himself appear larger than life at times, but Uraraka had learned to stand tall with or against him when he got like that. For some reason though, she couldn’t muster it. “I thought you’d never ask.”

An uneasy feeling crept inside of Uraraka’s mind. Maybe she’d said the wrong thing.

*

After talking it over with their boss, the pro hero had decided that it was best if Bakugou went home. He was starting to look more feverish and was far too distracted to get anything done. It was close for their shift to be over anyways and they’d done a damn good job taking down that one villain today already. Besides, she could do the rest of her paperwork at home and email it to him later.

Uraraka didn’t think it was a good idea if he tried to drive, but she also wasn’t sure if her driving him home was a good idea either. There was little choice in the matter. They last about five minutes before Uraraka had to pull over in a screeching halt and force Bakugou to get in the backseat. He was far too handsy. Her face was going to be permanently red from the way he had been tracing circles on her thigh. She was breathing heavily through her nose and tightly gripping the steering wheel as Bakugou cackled lowly in the back.

Well, at least he was enjoying this. Uraraka felt like she was going to explode. Sure, she had definitely fantasized about what it would be like to have Bakugou’s attention like this, but it was quite another to have it. And wow, was it freaking intense.

When she pulled up to his apartment, Uraraka hesitated. On one hand, she wanted to kick him out and then speed off home so she could hide in her bedroom and freak out. On the other hand, she was genuinely concerned about Bakugou. He clearly wasn’t feeling well. If he was sick, then she would feel guilty about dealing with it on his own. Sighing, she got out of the car. She had a feeling that she was going to regret this, but Bakugou’s strange behavior was worrying her.

“Okay, when we get inside, you should lay down,” Uraraka told him as they walked up the stairs. “I’ll fix you something to eat. I can’t promise it won’t be as delicious as what you normally make, but it’s better than nothing.”

When they made it to his place, Bakugou leaned a shoulder against the door as he unlocked it and grinned down at her. “Or you can just lay down with me. I’m pretty sure you’ll be delicious.”

Uraraka’s whole body turned hot. She had never had someone speak to her like that and she didn’t know how to respond to that. “Bakugou, you’re clearly sick and possibly delirious.” He had to be because there was no way that he would say something like that, especially to her. What had that villain’s quirk done? She ducked under his arm to get into the apartment and pointed to his bedroom as she went into the kitchen. “Change -- now.”

“I actually like it when you’re bossy,” Bakugou said as he did as he was told.

Uraraka breathed a sigh of relief as she began to root through his fridge. The moment of reprieve was definitely needed. She didn’t know what was wrong with him, but she’d get it taken care of. Just get some food in him, get him in bed, and then go get some research done. A few of the villain’s victims were in the hospital, even though none of them had been hurt physically as far as they could tell. If she could see how they were doing, then maybe she would know how to handle Bakugou.

“Thank gods you made soup the other night,” Uraraka mumbled to herself. She pulled out the pot and set it down on the stove to heat up.

However, when something as solid as a wall pushed up against her back, she stiffened. Bakugou pressed himself fully against her, his hands resting on the counter so that his arms were on either side of her. A part of her knew that she should feel trapped, but instead she felt guarded. He had such a distinctive smell about him that she couldn’t help but inhale for a moment. For some reason though, it just made her feel guilty. He wasn’t feeling well. He wouldn’t want this normally.

“Bakugou, I don’t think--”

“Then don’t think,” Bakugou told her in a rough voice. “You talk too much, Round Face.”

Before she could say anything about that, Bakugou buried his face in her neck again and licked a line from her pulsepoint all the way up to her ear. It sent a shiver down her spine so violently that she actually shook. No, this was bad -- mostly because it felt so damn good -- which made the whole thing very wrong. She turned around to face him, putting her hands on his chest to shove him away again, when his lips captured hers and a million tiny explosions went off in her head.

He was so warm from his body all the way to his lips, his heat bleeding into hers as he pressed her back against the counter and his hands lifted to cup her face. He kissed her like he needed her to live, like she was as vital as air, and it was so difficult not to get wrapped up in it. Bakugou was passionate about everything he did, sometimes to the point where it came off as rage, and he was no different here. She lost herself for a moment in it, forgetting what she was doing, until he groaned so deeply that she felt it in his chest.

Uraraka pulled her head back. “We shouldn’t--” But then Bakugou chased her lips, kissing her again, and it was really hard not to melt into it. She let out a squeak and jumped when she felt Bakugou’s hands on her butt and then he was lifting her in the air like it was nothing and dropping her down on this kitchen island so that he could step in between her legs. Holy shit, this was better than one of her daydreams.

“We definitely should,” Bakugou told her, his lips just centimeters from hers, making her tip forward. “You don’t know how much I’ve thought about doing this to you.”

“D-doing what?” Uraraka didn’t think she could handle the answer, but asked anyways.

“Fucking you on the kitchen table at work,” Bakugou said, the words hitting her like a bullet shot at point blank. He swore all the time, but never about that and never like that with her. It send her mind in a spiral. “You wiggle that ass of yours in that tight costume whenever you’re searching for something in the fridge. Drives me fucking mental.”

This was out of control. This would too much. How had she not known any of this? Okay, so there might have been some tension between them recently, but she could always chalk it up to the adrenaline rush that came with being a hero. It made her feel ridiculously confused, but Bakugou left her little time to consider it with the way he was kissing her. He clung to her, pulling at her costume like he could physically rip it off of her. She could barely breathe from the way he was going at it, kissing down her neck and unzipping her costume from the back.

“Wait-- wait--” Uraraka grabbed him by the wrists and pulled his hands off of her. Bakugou leaned back to look her in the face, but there was something hazy about his eyes. They were definitely filled with something desperate and wanting, but also something else. He couldn’t match her gaze for long. “If you’ve felt like this, uh, for a while, then why now?”

“I don’t know,” Bakugou said, sounding a little confused himself. “Ever since you took down that villain today, you’ve been on my mind -- this has been on my mind -- and then I saw you at work and when I grabbed you by the wrist, I just--” He blinked. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

Oh. Uraraka tried to wrap her mind around it as best as she could. The answer hit her like a subway. “Right after you got hit by that villain’s quirk.” She had known that it had messed him up somehow, but he’d been acting kind of like a drunk horny guy before straight up trying to ravish her in his kitchen. It must have been some sort of -- gods, she did not want to think about this -- lust quirk. Maybe it affected pheromones or the libido or, oh hell, she didn’t know.

But it meant one very huge thing: she had to stop this right away. Bakugou wasn’t in his right mind. She shouldn’t have let it get this far, but then he’d started talking and it had sounded like straight out of a fantasy.

“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” Uraraka asked, a smile crossing her face.

“I kind of like where I have you right now,” Bakugou quipped.

She laid a hand on his chest, feeling those muscles under her palm. Why was he making this so hard? “Well, there are a few things that I want to try and I’d be a lot more comfortable with….something soft to land on.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that even more.” The smirk that appeared on Bakugou’s face made him look like he was the big bad wolf and she was little red riding. It sent shivers up and down her spine. It did sound as if Bakugou had wanted this before he had been hit by the quirk, but whatever it was, it had escalated the desires by tenfold and he literally couldn’t control himself, so she would have to do it for him.

Uraraka got off the table and pushed him toward the bedroom. “You got protection?” He nodded his head. “Then you better get it.”

He did as he was told, ducking through the door. She turned on her heels and began to rifle through his work bag until she found what she was looking for. It made things look worse, but it was the only thing she could think of. What else could she do? She had to subdue him somehow and short of knocking him unconscious she wasn’t sure how she could contain him. If she left, she was fairly certain he would follow.

Stepping into the bedroom, Uraraka prepared herself to be mauled, but when he made a move towards her, she held up a hand. “You said you like it when i’m bossy, right?” She pulled out the handcuffs from behind her back, the regulation ones that every hero and sidekick were given. His eyes went to them, immediately wary, but she steeled herself and stepped towards him, pushing against him with a finger. “I want to be in complete control. I want you to be at my mercy for once.”

Bakugou licked his lips. “Fucking hell, Uraraka.”

With every step she took toward him, he took one back towards the bed until the back of his legs hit it and he sat down on it. Uraraka propped one foot on the bed next to him and shivered as he ran a hand all the way up her calf to her thigh, getting dangerously close to her center. He went to pull her closer, but she stopped him again and he let out a growl. Her brain was having a riot right now, but somehow she managed to keep going.

When she took one of his wrists and clasped the handcuff over it, he shuddered with anticipation. It was always strange to be cut off from one’s quirk. The quirk suppressor handcuffs were one of the best inventions in the past two years. She was lucky that he kept them with his other hero gear  like she’d thought he would. The reason why he was so willing to go through with this was because he wanted her so much and the quirk was making him blind to everything else.

Uraraka felt bad -- she really did -- but it had to be done.

Without warning, she twisted him around and handcuffed his other hand behind his back. So distracted from the quirk and whatever effect she had on him because of it, the action was easier than she’d expected. She tapped him with her fingertips and sent him floating to the ceiling. He was already thrashing by the time he hit the top and shouted, “What the hell, Uraraka!”

“I’m sorry, Bakugou!” Uraraka called up to him, cringing visibly. “I think you’re under the effect of that villain’s quirk and I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”

“Damnit, Uraraka, when I get down there, so help you God, I am going to fuck your world up in about ten different ways!” Bakugou yelled. It was an interesting way of putting things, considering how he was still clearly very turned on. Instead of kicking her ass though, she was pretty sure that he had other plans on how to wreck her.

“Sorry!” She waved at him meekly and pulled out her cell as she stepped out of the room, leaving him to float and shout uselessly. There was only one person she could think of to call, so she picked the name out of her contact list and dialed. Hopefully he wasn’t busy or this was going to be a struggle. It took thirty long seconds, in which she half-listened to Bakugou’s very descriptive complaints, before the other person answered.

“Hello?”

Uraraka gasped in relief. “Thank gods, Kirishima, I need your help!”

“Shit, Uraraka, is everything okay? Are you safe?” The panic in Kirishima’s voice was overrode by his immediate determination to help. He was such a good friend. With Bakugou and her working at the same hero agency, she had really gotten to know him better and get closer after graduation.

“Oh, um, I’m safe, but I…” Uraraka didn’t know how to word this whole situation without it sounding terrible and awkward. “I need you to come to Bakugou’s place.”

There was a long pause until Kirishima finally asked, “What?”

“I need you to help me with Bakugou!” Uraraka exclaimed into the phone. “You know that confrontation we had earlier today with those villains?”

“Yeah, I saw it on the news. You kicked some serious ass. I was surprised Bakugou didn’t show. You know how much he loves to hog facetime on the news despite hating reporters.”

“One of them escaped. Bakugou got hit with his quirk. There isn’t much information on it, but he’s, um, having some issues and I...I can’t help him on my own.” She most definitely could help him, but it felt all sorts of wrong. It felt too much like taking advantage of him for her to be comfortable. He might’ve said that he’d been thinking those things for a while, but he had never so much as tried to act on them or even hinted that he wanted her (or she had missed it), so it had to be the quirk doing most of the talking. “Please, I don’t know who else to call. I could call for an ambulance, but I think he might actually kill me if I do that.”

Kirishima hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah, good point.” She pressed a hand against her face. This was way too much for her to handle in one day. She was still exhausted from fighting with that villain earlier. Fending off a terribly horny Bakugou had been even worse. “Not gonna lie, this is weird, but you sound desperate, so I’ll see if I can get out of here early and head that way.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Uraraka gushed into the phone.

From the bedroom, she could hear Bakugou shouting her name and, “You’re killing me, Uraraka, you’re fucking killing me, you goddamn tease!” and she let out a whimper after she hung up the phone. It would take Kirishima at least thirty minutes to get here and that was if traffic was light. All she could do was sit in the living room and wait. It was going to be painful.

In the meantime, Uraraka made a phone call to their agency. “Hey, I was wondering if you could send me the files on that unknown villain?” She turned her back to the bedroom door, as if that would make Bakugou’s threats any less worse. “Mmhm, yeah, and the hospital records of the victims, if you could.” She grinned nervously when the sidekick on the other end asked about Bakugou. “Oh, he’s fine! Sleeping it off, ha. You know him -- stubborn as all get out. I mean, I assume that’s what he’s doing. I just dropped him off.”

The best option would probably be to get him to the hospital, but short of calling for an ambulance, there was little she could do. If she could maybe get to the bottom of this villain’s quirk now that she was watching go through it firsthand, maybe she’d be able to figure out how to help him without involving doctors. She wasn’t quite sure he would ever forgive her if she called emergency services for him. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if he was going to ever forgive her for either not sleeping with him or letting him make out with her under the influence.

Oh, wow, Uraraka had not planned on this absurdness happening to her when she’d woken up this morning.

[no0emie]

There was this day, where Katsuki woke up in the morning and discovered Kirishima was dead. This day, where he heard his friend committed suicide, without any explanations. Then, there was nothing. Nothing else than emptiness and nil. But above all, grief.

Yes, I made that. I’m the one to blame. Sorry ?

Anyway, enjoy it !