#now. now I go to bed. its sleep time for the baku

[b4kuch1n]

siren

[vanishingcherry]

YN YLN and Charles Leclerc Take a Couples Quiz

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

author's note: this has been in my drafts for wayy to long, so ive decided to just finish it off and post it. im sorry lmao but i just couldn't watch this rot away in my wips any longer.

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The video cut to you and Charles, sitting opposite each other in front of a yellow to red gradient, smiling at the camera.

"Hi! I'm YN", you say cheerfully.

"And I'm Charles"

"And we are here to take a couples quiz!"

You are handed a stack of questions from a person off screen, and turn towards Charles.

"Are you ready?"

"Is that the first question?" he retorts.

Your face drops, now showing slight annoyance but there is still a small smile you try to hide. "That's it. Minus 1 points."

"Oh c'mon! That is not fair."

You turn to argue but the video cuts to a different scene in which you ask the actual first question.

"What things do I have, of yours, that are my favourite?

He looks up in thought before chuckling and replying. "Theres a lot, you steal my stuff all the time."

You grin. "Yes, but what's my favourite?"

"My shirts? No wait! My bracelets?" He asks.

"Yeah!" you exclaim. Turning to the camera you add. "He gets so many bracelets from fans and they are all so pretty. We keep them in a bowl on our dresser so I like to take a few whenever I go out."

Looking back at Charles, you add. "You didn't know the answer, but you still got it right so I think you deserve half a point." The staff behind the camera gives you a thumbs up, noting it down for when they would edit the video.

"Ok! Next question- which song of yours is my favourite?"

He looks at you, his eyes widening with a confused expression on his face. He looks at the camera crew and then back at you.

"C'mon, I only have 2 it's not a very hard question."

"Then answer it." you reply, looking at him with a small smirk.

"Fine. Uh, AUS23."

"Wrong!" you exclaim, laughing at the way his jaw drops in surprise.

"Then what? I know its not Miami."

"Its the one you wrote for Baku." you slyly say, knowing fully well that he hadn't released it and you were possibly the only one other than him to have heard it.

You look down at the cards you had been given, reading off the next question. "What is the first thing I eat in the morning?"

You see his smirk growing in your peripheral vision and cut in before he answers. "If you dare make a joke, I will murder you."

He laughs at that, chuckling as he looks up to think. "Um. Breakfast? It's different things every morning, but if I wake up before her then I make cereal."

Noticing the evident confusion on the faces of the cameramen, you elaborate. "It's the only thing he's allowed to make without me present. The last time I let him cook alone, he burned the pancakes and half our kitchen."

Turning red at the story, he interrupts. "Okayy, next question amore."

"Which side of the bed do I sleep on?"

"Left."

"If I could get a tattoo of something, what would it be?"

"A bouquet of flowers. The flowers would be your favourite and my favourite together."

You are shocked at his response. "How did you remember that? I told you that ages ago!"

He smiles slyly to the camera. "That is why I am the best boyfriend, there is no need for these silly questions I am already the best. She told me so in be-"

"Right. Next question." You cut him off, eyes widening as you figure out where he was going with the statement. "This is the last one. If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"

"Oh this is easy. Italy. You are always talking about how much you love it. But you also love Monaco and France so depending on how you feel, one of those three."

"Well.", you look at the camera, "I think that answer deserves 2 points." Handing your questions off to the side, you turn to Charles who has started reading the first of his questions.

"If I had a ticket to anywhere in the world, where would I go?" he reads. "This is similar to yours", he mutters.

"Home", you say confidently. "He's a mama's boy, tries to go back home as much as possible."

He blushes slightly before nodding to the camera. "Yup, 1 point."

"What was I wearing on our first date?"

You reply quick as lightening. "A shirt and pants. Very gentlemanly, I remember thinking, probably the best first impression I've had of a guy."

His eyebrows raise at the confession, cockily tilting his head in the direction of the camera. "You heard her! Next, what is something I hate?"

"A lot of things, Char."

"Is that your final answer, cherie?"

"Um." you pause. "Oh I know! When manipulate stuff that you say. It makes me really mad too. It gets really tiresome when they take stuff that Charles has said that turn into into a different story altogether."

"Thats true, I do hate that." He smiles at you, reaching over to squeeze your hand once to say thank you.

"How many kids do I want?"

"3, because you have 2 siblings. But, you said you want as many as I am comfortable with!"

"Of course, amour. You're the one whose going to be carrying them, your choice is more important here. What is something I get annoyed about?"

"Oh, when Seb and Carlos beat you at those Ferrari games you play."

His jaw drops in faux offence, shaking his head as he reads out the last question on his cue card.

"What is one my hidden talents?"

You look straight at the camera, not dissimilar to The Office. A smirk grows on your face and the lens zooms in. In the background Charles can be heard complaining.

"Oh I see! You can make these jokes, but I cant?"

The video cuts to the wider angle once again, you and Charles wave at the camera.

"Thanks for watching our couples quiz! I think it's clear that I've won."

Charles rolls his eyes, eyes shining with admiration and love for you. "Bye everybody."

Comments:

charleslover: OH MY GOD!! THEY ARE SO IN LOVE IT KILLS ME

ynandcharles: their facial expressions always kill me

username89: where do i get a charles leclerc bcs i will willingly offer all the money i have

doratheexplorer16: their love for each other hurts

[the-offside-rule]

Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - The Little Things

Day 10 of Christmas

Y/n had been sat at her desk in Woking for hours working on her assignment. She was jetlagged from having to come back from Baku the night before but she was too much behind these assignments that she had to bite the bullet and just finish them all. Christmas had always been the worst with assignments. It's like every subject decided to put their assignments up just for fun. She sighed and looked down at the desk, before she couldn't see anything for a moment. "Hello, missus." Oscar grinned as he covered his girlfriend's eyes with his free hand. Y/n giggled and reached to move his hand, looking pack and pouting her lips for a kiss, which Oscar of course did. "How's your assignment going?" He asked. Y/n groaned and looked back to her laptop. "This is such bollocks. Easily the worst assignment they have ever given me."

"I'm sorry, love." He said, kissing her hair. "You want hot chocolate or something?" He asked. "That's put me right to sleep. That's the last thing I need." She groaned. "I'd appreciate a coffee or a red bull though." She smiled. "You know I'm sponsored by Monster now, right?" She chuckled. "And you know we met through me being at the Red Bull hospitality." He rolled his eyes playfully. "Alright, alright. I'll get you a coffee, missus."

After a few minutes, Y/n realised there was a gentle smell of cinnamon and apples floating around her room. She looked around and saw the various candles she and Oscar had bought lit and set up in different places on shelves. She must have been so busy she didn't notice him doing it. She smiled and got back to her work, but that only lasted a few minutes before Oscar came back with a tray full of stuff and humming along to 'Felix Navidad' in his head. "Oscar, what's this?" She asked as he set the tray down next to her and began offloading it. "So, I have a hot coffee for you. Then I have a few snacks, a hot water bottle and of course, a bottle of iced cold water. Just so you have more time to study instead of coming out to get them." Y/n smiled at him and pecked his cheek. "You're the best, my love." Y/n said, caressing his cheek. "Love you. I'm gonna head now and let you do your thing. I might hop onto Call of Duty with Logan or something." He said. "I love you Oscar."

A few hours had passed and Y/n had finally finished the assignment in its entirety. She stood up and grabbed the wrappers and her mug to bring them out to the kitchen. She had dumped her wrappers and placed her mug in the dishwasher when she peaked into the living room at Oscar panned out on the sofa with Logan on his phone, still playing, don't you know. She smiled and walked over, lifting the phone to see the American looking oh so bored without his aussie friend to keep him company.

"Hi, Logan." Y/n smiled. "Hey. Oscar said you were studying." Logan replied, setting his controller down and talking to Y/n. "Jusr had some work to catch up on. I take it he's been out a while?" She asked. Logan chuckled and then confirmed her theory. "Well, if its all the same with you, I'm going to hang up and bring him to bed." Y/n said. She and Logan bid their goodbyes before she hung up and turned off the PlayStation and gently awoke Oscar. "Oh, you're finished." Oscar smiled as he saw her angelic face in front of her. "I am. So, ready for bed?" She asked. "Oh, I thought you would never ask."

[pinkykats-place]

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Or: Katsuki's been in the hospital for months, Izuku just wants to help. Can a childhood incident make Katsuki see what Izuku's been trying to say?

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Summary: When Katsuki doesn't show up for patrol, Izuku fears the worst. Upon finding him safe at home, he learns the reason Kacchan didn't come to the agency that morning...he's sick. Always willing to do anything for his best friend, Izuku takes care of him.

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Katsuki’s brows furrowed as his lips met the back of Izuku’s hand. Izuku gently pressed his hand against Katsuki’s mouth and gave a shy smile. “Vomit breath, Pookie.” Katsuki just shook his head and gave Izuku a kiss on the lips. Katsuki smirked and gave Izuku another peck on the lips. “Do you really think I care about that, babe?”

One Shot | No Quirks au

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A Sunset Goodbye by princejaelofbabylon

Summary: On a rare day off, Number One Pro-hero Dynamight bumps into two kids with a startling resemblance to his childhood friend. They're on their way to the hospital to visit their sick dad, and Katsuki finds himself pulled into a bittersweet reunion with someone he hasn't spoken to in over twenty years.

This is a story about how love works when it's running out of time.

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Tomorrow's Sound Bite by EnduringParadox

Summary: "There's no such thing as always, Deku. If Dynamight is still hearty and hale, then he's going. I think the public will get a kick out of seeing him hold his own against Hirano and Merry. Stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting," Izuku said with a pout. "I just—Kacchan—"

"Dynamight is an adult and a pro-hero. He is more than capable of answering questions about himself for an hour. Get some rest. I want you in tip-top condition for your talk at the museum opening next week. Now, please give the phone back to Dynamight."

Izuku mumbled a goodbye and mouthed Sorry as he handed the phone to Kacchan.

Kacchan groaned. "Yeah, I'll do the interview, goddamn. But if they want me to talk for an hour, then they'll get me for an hour, got it?"

An hour of pure, unfiltered Kacchan.

Izuku was sure that they didn't know what they were getting into.

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Izuku and Kacchan always do their interviews together, but with Izuku home sick, Kacchan has to weather it alone. Izuku is worried, especially when a rude guest starts needling Kacchan about their relationship.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Injured (kind of sick)

Next Year by SamIsNotLegend

Summary: It's Izuku's birthday. Katsuki had planned out the whole day. He was going to spoil his boyfriend rotten, and it was going to be perfect.

It... should have been perfect.

But then Katsuki had eaten shit in a villain fight yesterday.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

[a-detraque-barista]

Sweet Dreams

Yandere Denki x Reader

Genre: Yandere, Angst

Word Count: 828

Warnings: yandere themes, nightmares, denkis underrated power

Your skin tingled and twitched from the electrical currents continuously being sent through your body. It felt relieving and made you numb at the same time. Your brain was going into overdrive from the overstimulation of your nerves. You could faintly hear the muffled voices of your friends calling out to you. Their words couldn’t be made out and your vision was getting more and more blurry.

Before you had the chance to even sit up, you were pinned down by your shoulder. The hand holding you sent more electricity through you, causing your body to become static. It was beginning to make you breathless. Your whole body wanted to shut down but the so-called hero above you wouldn’t let sleep overcome you. Not before you saw and accepted what he was capable of.

You needed to see how strong he could be. How heroic he truly was. You did help him and encouraged him. It was only a matter of time before you realized he wanted more than your companionship and friendship. He wanted everything you had to give, and more.

“Don’t sleep now, Babe,” he smiled down at you as his grip on your shoulder became tighter.

“You shouldn’t be doing this, Denki,” you gasped out as he sent more currents through your skin.

“Why not? Everyone was trying to keep us apart, and you were letting them,” his eyes downcasted and the hurt in his voice was clear, even to your static-filled mind. “So, I needed to...be dramatic? Even if you didn’t want me to.”

Denki used his quirk one last time on you before straightening his body. His love-struck smile to his features before he turned back to the ones he used to call friends. This was for the best, he told himself before preparing for the fight he started and the fight he was going to end.

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“Denki, come on! It’s time to go!” you yelled for your roommate as you stood by the front door to your guys’ apartment. Today you two were going to meet up with your old classmates from 1A. Everyone decided to head to the beach.

You couldn’t remember the last time you went to the beach. Given your water-based quirk, it should practically be your home away from home. But Denki and hero work takes up almost all of your time.

“I’m comin’!” He rushed down the hallway to almost run into you with a sideways grin. “I’m ready~”

You chuckled before leading the way to your car. The two of you sang along with the blasting music while you made your way to the beach. You couldn’t help but feel like you’ve been through this day before but you decided to ignore it.

Once you two got there, almost everyone had already arrived. Denki went over to greet the Baku Squad and you went over to your friend group; Izuku, Iida, Ochako, Tsuyu, and Todoroki.

Todoroki was the first to come up and hug which surprised all of you but you hugged him back nonetheless. Then the others came to form a group hug causing you all to laugh.

Then the whole world began to fizz out like an old film getting jammed in the machine.

You woke up lying in the bed you shared with Denki. You let a shaky breath. Your dream felt so real, like you were truly back with your closest friends.

Looking around the room, everything seemed normal except for Denki not being in the room. Denki was never out of bed before you. Shaking your head you realized you were getting off topic. You needed to find out if you were just dreaming Denki fighting your friends and his.

You quietly sneak out of the room and down the hall. The first thing you noticed was the smell of something burning. You peak around the corner to see Denki panicking in front of the stove. Muttered curses could be heard as he pulled one of the many pans cluttering the stove and its burners to the sink. Smoke rose to the ceiling and Denki quickly waved his arms back and forth so the smoke detectors wouldn't wake you up.

You couldn’t help but laugh, giving away your hidden spot. Denki jumped and turned around to see you. “Babe! I didn’t hear you,” he grinned before hopping towards you.

You flinched and backed away. Shock was written all over Denki’s face before he realized why you did, “Was it the nightmare you were having? I woke up to you struggling to breath and when I woke you up you just stared at me before falling back asleep.”

So it was a dream…

“Come here, lemme smother the bad dreams away,” Denki embraced you tightly and you can feel the little sparks he lets off whenever he’s excited about something. Reminding you of the feeling of electricity running through your body.

It was a dream...right?

“OH NO! THE WAFFLES!”

[herebyjuly]

bkg fic snippet

a short snippet of my bkg-centric multichaptered song (pov by ariana grande) fic for katsuki's bday (what a mouthful) !! ii'm planning on making it a different ship for each chapter bc i love me some baku loving

(this part is still unedited but i just wanted to share in celebration of katsuki's borth month ^^ pls enjoy hhhhh)

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(TODOROKI - BAKUGOU)

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

Warm hands cradle his face, gentle, always gentle, and move in slow, deliberate strokes, filling Katsuki’s body with unbridled affection for the man (‘—the love of your life.’ a whisper, sounding eerily like him, echoes in the back of his mind. ‘Shut up.’ he says back) laying beside him and effectively rousing him from his slumber. He begrudgingly opens his eyes, only to squint at the natural light slipping past the curtains, bleeding into a soft afterglow which basks him and the room in molten gold. The blonde is greeted to the sight of one bleary eyed Todoroki Shouto, his face impassive - but eyes ever so vulnerable. “Good morning.” he greets, voice raspy and unused. 

Katsuki, in all his sleep ridden glory and not yet coherent enough to stop himself, smiles, tender and unassuming — with crinkled eyes and the appearance of the small dimple on the left side of his cheek that Shouto loved to poke and prod at whenever it was on display. 

He removes his hand from its clutch on Shouto’s bare back and instead, lays it on the top the one currently caressing his cheek, stopping the motion, “G’morning.” he replies, turning Shouto’s palm to face towards the ceiling and pressing his lips briefly onto the back of his hand. “What time is it?” 

Shouto shrugs, using his free hand to simply pull Katsuki’s body closerclosercloser — until he couldn’t tell where Katsuki began and Shouto ended — hand tightening around Katsuki’s narrow waist and burrowing his face into the blonde’s neck. “Too early for both of us to be awake.” The younger of the two grumbles, voice muffled into the fabric of his (Shouto’s) old tattered shirt. 

(Katsuki still remembers the day as clear as crystal when he had borrowed the shirt from his then ‘just classmate’ (and yes, I will punch myself before I admit that he was my crush, fuck you off-brand pikachu) when he had accidentally burned the better half of the hem of one of his trademark skull-tees because ‘you were too fuckin’ close half n’ half.’

So, like the oblivious, lovestruck idiot his now-boyfriend (no longer violently repressed crush) was, he had stripped himself of the shirt he had been wearing at the time and passed it to Katsuki like it was a seemingly normal reaction.

After they started dating, Katsuki had figured out that stealing (“I prefer the term permanently borrowing—”) Shouto’s shirts and slipping them on whenever he felt stressed or anxious or woke up in near tears from a nightmare, as it was far too late in the night for him to leave his room and go to Shouto’s instead, had helped soothed the overwhelming thoughts(?). The familiar and soothing scent of lavender wafting through his nose due to Shouto’s fabric softener, silly enough as it was, had him slipping into the realm of Morpheus far too easily than he would be pressed to admit.)

The two laid there in comfortable silence, basking in one another’s warmth.

Wait.. 

With a sudden vigor, Katsuki springs up on their bed, effectively shaking the last remnants of sleep from both himself and Shouto, who groans mournfully into the plush pillows. He scrambles to get his baggy shorts off from the floor, willing down his blush as the events of last night suddenly flooded his thoughts, and haphazardly pulls them up. He turns towards his boyfriend, still sprawled on their, admittedly, very soft and very tempting bed. “Your siblings are coming over.” he blurts. 

Shouto blinks, “Yes.”

“Fuck,” Katsuki curses, closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose slowly, counting down from ten to one, “Fuck.” He repeats, with more feeling.

“Fuyumi nee-san loves you,” Shouto points out, “and you and Natsu-nii are also close. I don’t quite understand why you’re freaking out over their visit.”

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[the-deeds-to-shibden]

Saturday 27 June 1840

[up at] 3 50/..

[to bed at] 11 1/2

incurred a cross last night thinking of π [Mariana]  all the things given out by 4 40/.. and I ready at 4 3/4  fine morning Reaumur 16 1/2° and Fahrenheit 68 1/4 at 4 50/.. a.m.   Off from Suramskaia (Suram) at 5 7/..   at 5 34/.. good road left to Akhaltsikh and good village and a little farther (right) very picturesque old castle on fine high jet of rock and good village at its foot – at 6 village and old castle and soon about 10 minutes commence the ascent and pass of the low, beautiful wooded range of hill that separates Georgia from Imeretia – winding not very steep road thro’ forest – Ann and I alight at 6 16/.. having come perhaps 200 yards up hill – at 6 1/2 at top of a flat or plateau – all sides beautifully wooded – beech, aspens, a few Pinus Sylvestris on top of hill, and mixed, but not many, with the other wood – the road lined with the white cluster-flowering red berried maple-leafed large shrub I know not at home that grew near the great leaning elm – and with rhododendron ponticum (the 1st time I have seen it in these parts) – and with oak and beech and hornbeam in abundance – very beautiful – and elm, and honesuckle, (and wild pear and apricot trees) and hazels and luxuriant common laurel (1st time), and privet – the 2 last and the rhododendron honeysuckle, and hazel forming the beautiful thick underwood fringe on each side the road – the rhododendron not exceeding 3 or at most 4 feet high – none like the 5 and 6 feet talked of by colonel Broussiloff – got into the carriage again at 6 55/.. – walked 2 or 3 little bits afterwards and from 8 5/.. to 8 20/.. down and up and down hill, and here the fine gorge opens out a little – elder and privet in flower – alder near the stream and seringa studded with its pretty snow-white flowers – did not observe exactly where the stream began – 2 or 3 feet wide at 1st and not more than 4 to 6 feet wide for a long while – probably we had it on beginning the actual descent – no stream before 6 55/.. – but probably we had it soon afterwards – at 7 or soon afterwards – It was 9 before we got down to the river with a little bit of selvage on the other side therefor a little bit of opening – at the neat little station house Molitskii post at 9 1/4 the 1st station in Imerétie – charming drive from Suram here – fine wooded worthy-of-Pyrenees gorge – a bridge that we crossed 1/2 hour ago or more over deep ravine plunging into our gorge and wooded above and below, reminded me of the devil’s bridge over the ravine that plunges into the gorge 1/2 way between Pierrefitte and St. Sauveur – very fine day – sun hot – the nicest tidiest, cleanest coolest, neatly-estraded room I have seen in the Russian dominions except the one at .  .  . .  going to Baku – breakfast – each one saucer of cold boiled rice and figs in 1/4 hour and most excellent water till 9 40/.. – the clear beautiful little river running close below at the back of the house – Off from Molitskii post at 9 55/.. beautiful wooded gorge, and still our river that we have had from the top (from 2 or 3 feet wide to now 4 or 5 yards I write this last sentence now at Koutaïs Monday 29 June at 4 10/.. p.m.) – at 10 50/.. bridge over our river and nice stream from little branch valley from the left joins it – by and by another glen and stream and fine old ruin of castle high on point of rock right – one more stream and little lateral valley afterwards – at 12 20/.. at Begiugorskii /Belogorskii/ – nice little station house – one large room and one smaller opening into it both neat and clean and divanned as at Molitskii post – could sleep here quite as well as there – still in the gorge – merely bits of green pasture at the river side now and then – many carts with large outres of wine and horses with packages – beautiful little partly wooded partly cultivated basin-valley in which our station house stands – at the last station and here little necessary at the back across the open court-like space   it is a clean table-like bench over a wooden tub and I did a tolerable big job very comfortably – Off from here (Begiurgorskii) at 12 55/.. – from this pretty little basin the valley becomes rather wider tho’ still narrow and beautiful – I had stopt the carriage once or twice the last stage for a single strawberry or 2 that the passersby had left ungathered and this stage I got out several times – once or twice when the wheel was locked, and watched the rock and hill side (left) (the river generally close below us left the 1st 2 stages, and afterwards right) the river now right, and gathered perhaps in all a dozen or 20 strawberries a few plants, but overcome by the luxuriance of brambles and other vegetation – I had walked perhaps 10 minutes or 1/4 hour at 2 when passed thro’ a lot of 33 Georgians (one soldier with them) at work cutting down the hill side left (reddish, marlyish soil with a few stones) and throwing it down the steep (right) into the river to widen the road – we had passed men at work on the road, 2 or 3 times before, early in the morning, on the Imeretien side – at 3 1/2, in the now nice broadish stream (river) still close below us right, a man or 2 setting a stick-fence across the whole breadth for catching salmon or what? desperately hot now at 3 1/2 – at 4 5/.. another basin valley and picturesque ivy-covered old ruined castle almost hid in ivy and creepers – at 4 25/.. leave our river for 1/4 hour and turn (left) up hill shrubbed with rhododendron mixed with much bracken fern and oak etc. but no rhododendron high (5 or 6 feet) as colonel Broussiloff spoke of – a low shrub here not more than 2 or 3 feet high at most – a pretty small leafed St. John’s wort in flower and very pretty on the rocks today close along our road and all along today – the large white convolvulus flower common as a creeper and beautifully relieving the dark green foliage of laurel etc. etc. – 1/2 hour from last station 1st notice a little box and holly – At 4 40/60 down at our river again and alight and cross it on a rade fixed on 3 long small boats – our carriage and 3 horses on the rade at 4 46/.. – beautiful view upwards and downwards – the whole of this stage very beautiful – one of the most drives I have ever seen in my life – first 1/2 narrow, wooded, deep, rock gorge – 2nd 1/2 narrow wooded branchy valley the road often a corniche cut out of the rock, and the narrow river filling the whole of the bottom – ferryed over by rope and pulley in 5 minutes! – beautiful clear water and excellent – tasted it – George and Domna and the teleaga and 3 horses came over after us – the station house about a couple hundred yards from the ferry – arrived at 5 – capital place – divanned and cool and 2 nice rooms – might have had strawberries gathered and perhaps fish – might have had a comfortable meal and good night – breakfasted at Simonskii, and dined at Koutaïs – but Ann preferred going forwards –

[written on] Wednesday 1 July  a nice civil woman brought us a plate of strawberries but old gathered and not good – however, ate them and gave her a 30 kopeck silver piece – she looked and I fancied seemed to want more – called George – Domna came – explained – she said the woman had asked if she was to have all that! yes! not for the strawberries   3 times more than they were worth, but for her civility etc.   then asked for a little milk, and she brought me a small glass of yellow boiled milk which I drank and afterwards ate a cold hard-boiled egg – off at 6 – cross one branch of stream at 7 1/4 and then the other (50 or 60 yards from the 1st) and over both at 7 20/.. and then 4 versts from our next station (Simonskii) – after and from Kvirilskii the valley widens to 2 or 3 versts and afterwards to perhaps 6 or 7 versts wide wooded and cultivated – and beautiful – at Simonskii at 7 47/.. – 2 rooms divanned as at the 3 last stations but like an oven, and not neat and tidy looking as before – told Ann to give George the silver ruble for the 2 Cossacks and 2 abasses for the 2 drivers – threw myself down upon one of the divans and slept till tea (dinner) at 9 10/.. – left a cool comfortable station house, and nice civil woman, and at an hour when one could enjoy something to eat, for this stewy place, and a meal at this hour when I can enjoy nothing but am thirsty to death – very fine day – to be off at 6 in the morning – why? why all this harrass for nothing? Reaumur 19 1/2°and Fahrenheit 76° on the floor by my mattress-side (at my bedside) now at 11 1/2 p.m.

 Anne’s marginal notes:

trees and shrubs

the stream.

beautiful stage.

WYAS pages:  SH:7/ML/E/24/0136     SH:7/ML/E/24/0137

[thiefoflight68]

Snippet from Open For Business a Baku Deku romance. Katsuki is a bar owner and he has a new tenant in the upstairs apartment.

A03 @thiefoflight68 / FanFiction.Net/Wattpad

Chapter 10 My Best Day:

Izuku blinked his eyes. The room was dark.

'What time is it?'

He touched the phone sitting on the charger, the screen lit up showing the time, 8:30 am. Midoriya yawned and pulled the covers over his head.

"Too early," he muttered.

He felt warmth behind him, he turned his body, poking his head out from under the covers.

Kacchan lay sleeping next to him. The light from the phone lit up the soft features of the big blonde's face, now relaxed in sleep. Long lashes on slightly tanned skin. His skin was clear with not even a freckle on his face. His mouth looked so soft, his lips full.

'His mouth'

Izuku closed his eyes and pulled the comforter back over his head. He had asked him.

'He had really asked him!'

Izuku groaned softly.

He pulled the comforter down slowly to peek out again. This time red eyes were open.

"Oh, uh, good morning Kacchan"

A sleepy smile, "Good morning Nerd."

Katsuki dragged him closer for a kiss.

"How are you?"

Izuku cuddled against his body. "Tired."

"Mmm me too. Go back to sleep."

The sound of noise below in the street echoed up to the apartment. Katsuki blinked, opening his eyes. The sleeping nerd still tucked up against him under the comforter.

Reaching out he wrapped up the warm body in both arms leaning into green soft hair inhaling the citrusy scent. Deku, his fucking nerd. He chuckled, fucking hustling him last night and then asking for a blow job. Shaking his head he kissed the fragrant curls. This one is full of surprises.

And that fucking tattoo.

'Something really bad happened to me.'

A wave of nausea and fury rolled through his body. He closed his eyes trying to shake off visions of Deku being hurt. "Who did this to you nerd?" he whispered. He hoped the greenette would be able to tell him what happened at some point.

'Time and patience.'

Not his strong points, he sighed. This one was worth it though.

Another bang below as a garbage truck continued working down the street. He stretched, grabbed his phone hitting the screen. It was almost 10. He stood and opened the curtains letting in the morning light. A sleepy growl emitted from the bed and Deku buried deeper under the covers.

Bakugou laughed and went to clean up and start the coffee machine. He sat down at the table and connected his phone to the nerd's speakers and started his playlist. The music filled the room.

Bakugou sat down at the table crossing his legs, he leaned back. Sunshine streamed through the windows of the apartment and the smell of coffee perfumed the air. A sense of contentment washed over him that he had never felt in his life, it felt almost perfect.

A sound in the bathroom, he looked up to see the green haired nerd standing in sweats and a T-shirt, yawning.

He walked to Katsuki and sat in his lap.

"Kacchan?"

'Okay now, now the moment is perfect'

"Did you make coffee?"

"Yeah, it will be ready in a moment."

Izuku leaned into the warm blonde. They sat letting the music fill the morning with its soft melody.

"I have never heard this version before. I really like it."

"Me too" Kacchan lifted the nerd's chin with his finger and settled in for a kiss. Tenderly they explored each other.

The coffee pot sputtered the last of the hot liquid from the tank.

Bakugo pushed the green curls from Deku's forehead. "I have the day free and I thought I would take you somewhere."

Izuku smiled, "That would be nice." he yawned again. "Where would we go?"

Bakugou thought for a moment, his hand absent mindedly thumbing Deku's lips.

"There is a cool little place by a seaside town not far from here. Best fucking fresh fish in the world. More of a shack, but we could go there. We could take my bike."

"Bike? You have a motorcycle?" Those eyes grew wide with wonder.

"I do, been riding for a long time but I bought this one right after high school. Used it at the university to get around. Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?"

Green curls shook, "No, but I have always wanted to."

Bakugou smiled and slapped the nerd's butt playfully. "Then I guess we better get going."

An hour later, Izuku heard Kacchan on his bike below. He ran to the door, butterflies radiating through his stomach. He leaned over the balcony railing grinning widely.

Below Kacchan sat on a large black bike with orange flames on the tank and along the back of the seat. He had on a black beanie covering blonde spikes, an orange explosion embroidered on the front. A red and black leather jacket thrown over a fitted black T-shirt, blue jeans that were tucked into black leather boots. He was holding his helmet under his arm adjusting black leather fingerless gloves.

Izuku felt his entire body react to the sight below. Desire whipped up through his body just looking at Kacchan on the bike,

'Is this man really mine?'

He bit his lip. He knew they had not said anything about a relationship or being exclusive, but Midoriya decided for the moment, he would believe that Kacchan was his only.

Katsuki looked up seeing the greenette leaning on the railing staring openly at him. A smirk, he opened his arms. "Like what you see?" He turned and looked behind him, "even better back here." He laughed, remembering the day they had met.

"I don't know, I might have to see everything again to decide." Midoriya called back down playfully. He trotted down the stairs.

Bakugou appreciated the nerd as he bounced down the stairs. He had on a simple white shirt, covered in a black leather jacket, gray jeans pulled over black army boots. His green eyes taking in the bike.

"Your bike is really beautiful, Kacchan." He touched the glossy tank.

"Pretty sexy." Katsuki raised his brows. He could read the nerd's thoughts based on the soft blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah" Izuku blushed deeper. "You really are." He stopped in front of Katsuki and leaned in for a kiss. Katsuki brought up his gloved hand and dug into the green curls, deepening the kiss.

The screen door banged as someone stepped out of the kitchen.

"Hey guys."

Katsuki ignored the voice. Midoriya tried to pull back but Kacchan's hand kept him firmly engaged in the kiss.

"Kacchan" he giggled.

Bakugou sighed and let go. Izuku turned to see Denki throwing full bags into the dumpster.

"Hey Denki, good to see you."

"You heading out somewhere?"

"We are going down to the seashore."

"Have fun, see you later boss." Denki went back into the kitchen banging the screen door behind him.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oi, he is going to break the fucking screen door."

He turned and grabbed the extra helmet from the seat "You have your phone with you?"

Izuku pulled it out of his pocket.

"This has a bluetooth connection, so you can listen to music if you want while we ride. We can also talk, if you hit this button here."

"You sit behind me here." He patted the seat behind him. "Put your feet on these pegs here. Be sure to stay close to me and not just because you want to press against me." He smirked cockily. "You want to try to match my body language, if you feel me move try to move in sync with me. Lastly, hold me really tight."

Midoriya smiled, "that part is the easiest."

Katsuki waited as Deku connected his phone. Pulling the black helmet over green curls he fitted it snugly.

Katsuki put on his helmet and hit the microphone, "can you hear me?" The helmet nodded. Katsuki laughed. "Okay get on."

Midoriya swung his leg over the bike. He felt a thrill as his legs straddled the seat, he pulled in tight against Kacchan, the smell of oil and leather filled his senses. He wrapped his arms around the trim blonde's waist.

The motorcycle roared to life and the soft vibrations climbed up through Izuku's body. Bakugou took off the brake, maneuvered the bike to the street and turned towards the highway. Fifteen minutes later they were roaring down the open road.

"How you doing nerd?"

"Really good."

Katsuki gave him a thumbs up and picked up speed. The bike responded and Midoriya held tighter. His playlist poured music into his helmet.

He loved the feel of Kacchan in his arms, the power of the bike beneath his legs, even the vibrations made him feel alive. He focused on the sensations running through his body, his legs pressed against muscled thighs. His heart began to pound. Thoughts of the night before flooded his mind and Izuku could feel himself getting hard.

He froze. He knew he couldn't wiggle or move, Kacchan had told him to stay still.

'Could Kacchan feel it?'

He closed his eyes trying to think mundane thoughts.

"Nerd?" Katuski's voice popped in his head.

Izuku groaned. He pushed the button.

"Sorry Kacchan."

He could hear him laugh. "It's okay Deku, it happens, this thing is like an aphrodisiac and add you clinging on behind me, I'm surprised I'm not there with you. In fact, push up closer, I want to feel you."

That did not help. Izuku rolled his eyes. But he did as Kacchan asked and snuggled closer, opening his legs wider so he could press up behind him.

"Fucking sexy as shit Deku.”

[tteokdoroki]

all the love in the world | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.1K

⇝ rating: 18+, mature.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, engaged!au, fluff and smut.

⇝ summary: as hard to believe as it may seem, bakugou lives for time off, where the days begin with him waking up by your side and  end with him falling asleep right next to you, while he thinks of all the ways he can love you during the hours in between.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy domestic bakugou ( i think this needed a warning okay? ), smut ( characters aged up to 20s ), soft morning sex, fingering ( female recieving ), dry humping, light!praise, heavy!breeding kink, switch!reader, dom!bakugou.

⇝ author’s note(s): hellooo my loves ! as a celebration of me reaching 100+ followers, i bring you my very first written imagine !! i love the idea of domestic baku so i hope you enoy reading as i did writing !! special thanks to @ozzy-bozzy​ for the teddy bear bracelets idea hehe

⇝ masterlist | requests

katsuki bakugou considered himself to be a very lucky person.

when he was younger he’d been blessed by a powerful quirk which only lead him to exceed his classmates back in U.A. he’d graduated said school’s hero course top of his class, even if he’d failed his provisionals the first time round— nothing could stop him from becoming the best.

so when the hot headed blonde bagged the role of side kick at a top hero agency and then launched himself to the highest points in the hero charts as a pro later on, katsuki felt like all of his dreams had come true.

that was until, he’d proposed to you.

you were katsuki’s final dream, for him to wait for you at the end of the aisle— your watery smile just for him. 

that’s the vision he saw in his sleep. when you had said yes to him, the night you got engaged under the stars and amongst the roses, it was then that the explosive hero had realised how lucky he truly was.

he had loved you for a long time, katsuki had— he almost couldn’t remember the time when he hadn’t. in the time that you’d spent together; soft gazes and lingering touches, you’d taught him a lot and he’d learned through your tolerance and generosity, something that had rubbed off on him, something he’d so desperately needed to cool down his hot demeanour.

he was grateful for a lot of things, all of the things you’d taught him— but mostly the entirety of you. while you’d always said that neither of you completed each other and only made one another better, bakugou knew that his life would be complete with you in it forever.

 he knew  from the moment you’d pinned him down underneath you during training back in high school— that he was going to make you his wife someday.

“jesus katsu, why’re you up s’early? it’s supposed to be our day off,” you mumble into your silk sheets; his scent sewn into your pillows. katsuki likes the orange silk that lines your bed; mostly because of the colour and partly because other fabrics irritate his skin. with sleepy eyes, you blink up at the blonde and catch him staring mid act. like always, bakugou looks away with a heated blush and paws it away from his cheeks. “whatcha lookin’ at dummy?”

one of kastuki’s favourite things is the way you look when you first wake up, groggily rubbing the sleep away from your eyes with a pout on your lips as the sun hits your face just right— creating a halo effect around you, like you’re his guardian angel…but he wouldn’t ever admit that to you, at least not until his wedding vows. “it’s the only time i get to look at you without hearin’ the dumb shit that comes out your mouth, woman.” katsuki grumbles back, finally meeting your eyes again.  

he can clearly see the love glittering your irises and the faint smile that plays teasingly on your lips as if you know that he’s joking. unwillingly; bakugou feels himself mirror the grin that you bare and a happy warmth then spreads across his chest.

“we still have the whole day ahead for you to ogle me like that katsuki bakugou,” you hum sweetly, the tail end of your words falling into a light giggle. the ash blonde feels his heart flutter just from the sound; a candied melody to his ears that he could never get tired of hearing. 

reaching over your shoulder, katsuki uses his warm hands to roll you over onto his awaiting lap. 

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as the sheets fall from your body to reveal yourself in one of his shirts with an old merch design and your fingers weave their way into his pretty blonde hair. 

now that you’re in his lap; the pro hero can see the smirk making its way into your face as you look down at him lovingly. “seems like you were doing more than just looking baby…”

your hips grind down against your lover’s now prominent erection that sits hidden in his dark sweats— earning a slight gasp from the man himself. “s-shut up, dumbass…” bakugou growls through gritted teeth while you move above him. 

his words stay lodged in his throat, he wants to tell you that you’re always on his mind no matter what he’s doing or looking at but instead they die down as he drops his head to your neck, leaving sweet kisses along the column of it.

early morning love making with you was what katsuki bakugou considered one of his many blessings. he loves being this close to you— feeling every dip in your skin and kissing every mark on your body, his lips work their way up from your jawline to your chin and finally attempting to land a solid kiss to your own lips.

“nuh, katsu—“ your breathless whine fills the air, sending shivers down the spine of the man below you. he moves up to kiss you again, gripping your hips tightly while your movements begin to sync. “no, morning…morning breath…”

bakugou huffs, hand finding the back of your head to tilt it down into a soft liplock— contrasting with the harshness of his earlier movements. “fuck morning breath, i haven’t made love to you properly in a fucking week so let me kiss you. fuck.” usually, katsuki would have added his salty pet name of ‘shitty woman’ to the tail end of his phrases but he bites his tongue, saving it for later.

you give into your fiancé then, falling in love with the way his lips meld against yours so passionately all over again. fingers that belong to bakugou dance underneath your shirt, finding you bare within the fabric. one hand slips between your plush thighs, smoothly rubbing circles into your swelling clit ever so gently.

your breath hitches as katsuki traps you under his touch, playing with your folds as they begin to grow slick and form a wet patch on his deep grey sweats, making him groan. 

the explosive pro pushes two of his digits past your entrance, curling them and watching with sparkling scarlet eyes as your mouth hangs open in of the prettiest moans katsuki’s ever heard— his mouth falls open with you while your head tilts back, exposing your sweat glimmering skin to the sun’s rays. “feel good baby? yeah, you like that?” he mumbles condescendingly, slowly pumping them inside of you. “yeah you do,  yeah you fuckin’ do.”

“yeah, katsu...more…” a  breathless moan escapes you with every thrust of bakugou’s hot fingers, the cheeky bastard setting off small scale explosions to stimulate you from within. he’s hot, the heat from his body filling the space between you and spreading right down to your glistening mound— causing slick to gush from your tiny abused hole. 

you can feel his cock pulse beneath you with every twist of his fingers to reach that spongy pleasure spot deep within your leaking hot walls.

katsuki’s thick fingers stretch open your tiny hole, making your mouth water at the thought of his weighty cock being the next thing press into you but your raging thoughts are swiftly interrupted by your fiancé— who pulls from you completely and sucks the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean of your sweet nectar.

katsuki keeps his vermillion eyes locked on you, the lewd action making saliva pool on your tongue. his own pink muscle darts out to wet his lips, no doubt spreading the taste of you across them before making a move to kiss you. 

the pro is quickly stopped, your hands that once roamed his bare back and messed hair, now pinning his own above his head.

bakugou is a strong man, he wouldn’t have been a top hero if he wasn’t— he trained constantly and sparred often with his fellow heroes but he doesn’t resist when you grip his wrists in your free hand, releasing his hard cock from it’s restraints before it slaps against his well toned stomach.

milky precum leaks against his warm skin, while you prepare yourself to mount him. the pair of you let out a groan in unison as you sink down on the hero’s thick length— as if the tensions and stresses of the week have melted away just him being sheathed inside of you.

“mnnn, so fuckin’ tight baby, gonna need to fuck you open again…”

bakugou’s voice is low and gravelly from the early morning, just how you like as his hips roll up into yours— further pushing his fat cock into you. his tip barely grazes your cervix  as you set the pace, lifting yourself up and down to bounce on your lover’s length. 

the way you feel inside, your soft velvety walls and gushing pussy make him buck up into you with more fever, as his own symphony of moans and weightless gasps dance through your ears. “yeah? take this pussy katsuki…m-make it yours,” you sigh, grip on his wrists loosening to the point where you set him free.  the blonde’s hands immediately move to grip your ass tightly— smirking at you lazily while the pads of his fingers sink into your flesh.

you look beautiful to him, bouncing on his cock and dripping all over his pelvis under the early morning sun, the way the gold lights up your hazy lust filled eyes.  

the fire of desire burns brightly in the depths of katsuki’s stomach, love finds its way into each of his thrusts from then on— mind clouding with the desire to fill you up so good with his love as the leaking  head of his thick girth drags against your walls, prodding at the spot that has you seeing stars. “that’s right yn baby…fuck that cock, fuck yeah baby,” he whispers brokenly to you, chest rising and falling desperately while sweat beads on his hairline. “love you, love you s’much...”

bakugou watches your gaze on him soften at his confession, the words he doesn’t say often but shows you everyday still hanging in the thick, warm air.  “i love you katsu, p-please,” your erratic thrusts slow to somewhat of a passionate grind, two lovers pressed hotly against one another as the sounds of your moans twist with that of skin on skin.

knot in your stomach tightening, katsuki can feel your release creeping on you from the way you clench around him at every plunge deep inside your sweet hole. strong arms wrap around you, katsuki noticing how you shake from pleasure above him while he brings you down onto loving thrusts as if to draw you closer. 

“gonna cum!”

your fiancé nods into your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your back as he pulls out of your heat completely and earns a needy whine from you. your hole spasms around nothing, right on the edge of release before bakugou forces his girth back into your accepting pushing. “cum for me angel, right on this cock,” he pants, holding you close while he rocks into you. “i've got you baby, let it all out…”

“mph, baku-! oh !”

hips stilling above his, you scratch and claw at any part of bakugou’s skin that you can— shaking as your release splashes against him, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head and white spots dancing across your vision. the tightness of your heat drives the pro right over the edge, hot ropes of thick cum painting your insides white as his release reaches your womb.

the pair of you lay still, catching your breath as you collapse forward on your lover’s chest. while your breathing slows, katsuki rubs warming circles into your back to help calm you down— only smiling softly when you look up at him with clear, affectionate eyes. “did so good for me yn, fuckin’ love it when you take my cock like that first thing in the morning,” his words are soft on his usually sharp tongue, bakugou smoothing a thumb over your cheek while using a forefinger to tilt your head up into a sweet kiss

“always and only for you, my love,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut at the simple gesture even after you pull away. “and if you keep cummin’ in me like that katsuki ‘m gonna end up pregnant one of these days…”

bakugou smirks, pressing smaller kisses all over your face to make you giggle. you smile and greedily accept each one, loving the these tender moments between yourself and your fiancé.  “maybe that’s the fucking point, dumbass,”  he quips, biting on your cheek after landing a kiss there. “trying to put a shitty little brat in you.”

despite the small bite to his words, a blush still manages to creep its way onto katsuki’s face as you lay your head down on his chest with a smack to his waist. the ash blonde means every word and you know it too, he can tell by the knowing smile and slight gleam in your eye.

you fall back asleep not long after bakugou cleans you up.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy counting every mark and bite he’d left on you as he tenderly wiped between your thighs and massaged over your skin. 

but he loved how cute you looked when curled up on his chest more, your hand clings to bakugou’s shoulder as if to check he’s still there even in your sleep— giving the hero ample opportunity to play with the ‘teddy bear’ bracelet thats cuffed to your wrist. you’d made it for one of your anniversaries; matching the ‘grizzly bear’ one on his own.

prying himself from your arms is no easy task for katsuki, your grip on him like an adorable iron vice or a child with a teddy bear. after setting himself free, the ash blonde with the crimson eyes heads down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you— it was some what of a routine on your days off together, you always got the munchies after sex and bakugou knew just how to soothe your roaring appetite.

as he worked with the eggs and other breakfast ingredients, katsuki thought back to how much you praised him for his skills in the kitchen— he knew how much you loved his cooking and he would do anything to see you smile.

“god katsuki, i might have to start taking more days off it means i get to see my grizzly bear in the kitchen like this,” you hum from place leaning against the door frame. 

your fiancé turns round to face you with a light smirk, glimmering eyes inviting you further into the room. the explosive pro holds the sizzling pan he’d taken off the stove high above your head as you cuddle into his side, breathing in his warm caramel scent.

katsuki clicks his tongue, staring down at you fondly. “tell that to the fucking villains who fuck up the city every other day, maybe then we’d have more time to relax.” he counters, pulling a sweet chuckle from your sweet lips.

“if we start handing out your cooking, they’ll probably start turning themselves in!” you tease your lover back, swiping a bit of the pancakes from the pan above your head. katsuki grumbles and pats your ass indulgently— the supple skin peaking out from under the shirt that’s found it’s way back over your form. it’s a silent scold for eating before he’s fixed you a plate of all your favourites.

as usual bakugou pulls out your chair at the table, pressing his lips to your hairline before putting your steaming plate in front of you. your mouth waters while katsuki takes his seat opposite you with rolling eyes as he watches you tuck in to your breakfast. 

the entirety of your meal is filled with lingering gazes and hums of delight while you eat, almost as if you’re back on your first date ( bakugou spent half of the time watching you eat rather than doing so himself, but he just wanted to see if you liked the place ). 

leaning over the table to wipe syrup from your chin, the blonde smirks— quiet words falling calmly from his lips. “what do you want to do today, sweetheart?”

the birds chirps lovingly outside of your window, dancing under the sunshine— they remind you of your early mentor and often patrol partner hawks, who you needed to remember to invite to dinner soon. 

the weather is nice today and that gives you an idea. “let’s go out,” your eyes sparkle with a million dreams, each one bakugou wants to live out with you. “to the park with the roses, the pink ones where you—“

“where i proposed, got it,” katsuki smiles, the fond memory catching the tail end of his words. “i hear they introduced some new blooms too.”

you mirror his expression; stabbing your fork through a strawberry in the bowl of fresh fruit your lover had prepared for you. you hold the fork out to his lips and watch amusedly as he chomps the fruit from its place. “care to escort me, lover bear?”

“who else is going to? dumbass.”

“miss nightsky ! will ya sign my bag!”

“that’s a nice bag sweet one, you sure i can sign it?”

katsuki loves the way you are with kids, even though you’re a massive child yourself.

the pair of you decided to walk to the park; since the nice weather held up and it wasn’t too far from your private neighbourhood— even though it took a little longer to get there than expected. 

not that either of you minded, but many curious fans stopped to talk and ask for pictures; some even asked for autographs which you happily gave them. while the mighty ground zero was slightly grumbly about it, he adored how kind and patient you were with everyone you met no matter how old they were.

his vermillion eyes, though brownish looking under golden light, sparkle as you ruffle the little kid’s hair and wave politely to their awaiting parents. bakugou wants to have kids with you one day. 

it was something he hadn’t really thought about until recently, he knew it would be difficult, with both of you reaching the heights of your careers and the pair of you were still very private about your relationship as well, with word of your recent engagement already slipping into the tabloids.

there was no doubt that they’d speculate about your marriage too, no matter how private you kept it. keeping a child secret would be even harder. 

and yet; the thought of you holding a baby…his baby would, on some nights lull him to sleep.

you squeal like a little girl when the ash blonde stops to buy you an ice cream from a van by the entrance of the park; he can’t stand how much you love mint chocolate chip but buys you a towering double scoop anyways.  “how do you even eat that toothpastey shit?” bakugou grumbles, finishing off his orange popsicle as you walk into the flower garden.

“says the one who likes orange, you have no taste katsuki bakugou.” you chide but take his freehand nonetheless. the explosive pro’s thumb brushes over the back of your hand while you make your way through and he can’t help but pluck one of the pretty blooms from the bushes to tuck behind your ear.

you scold him for taking the flowers but your smile betrays you as katsuki dips you for a honeyed kiss on the lips. 

he’s never one for PDA but this was your spot, here just last year bakugou had sunk to his knees in front of you with an expensive diamond ring you were eyeing months before ( you would never say anything but katsuki always picked up on these things ). 

he would also never admit it, but his hand shook with every word that passed his lips and you were sure he had been crying harder than you were while he slipped a ring on your finger.

your secret kisses and tangled limbs hiding deep in the rose bushes are soon completely soaked by an onslaught of unexpected rain.

you shriek at the rain while katsuki grabs your hand, free arms thrown over your heads as you make a dash from the flower garden and head for the main streets in order to catch a bus.

the pair of you giggle as you stumble onto the vehicle, ringing out your drenched clothes and wiping at your wet faces as it heads home. bakugou pulls you into his arms, head resting atop yours to draw you closer— the heat from his quirk allows him to keep you warm and you get a load full of his sugary scent as well ( not that you mind ).

you stay like that on through the rustling traffic, cuddling like a cat to your heated fiancé but a tug on the bottom of bakugou’s wet shirt captures your attention. the pair of you look down to catch the innocent eyes belonging to a darling little girl. “u-uh h-hi mister gwound zewo!” the little one stumbles through her words and in the corner of your eyes you can spot the girl’s mother and give her a reassuring grin.

bakugou’s gaze softens at the curly haired girl and releases you to crouch down to her level despite the shaking bus.  his hand still holds onto yours though. 

he ruffles her hair with his free hand, making your heart warm— there was a side of katsuki the public never really got to see, where the hotheaded pro could be tender and quiet and often quite reserved. 

the media got a kick out of playing on the ash blonde’s explosive nature but moments like this let the real bakugou shine through.

“hey there kiddo, whatcha’ got there?” katsuki mumbles delicatley, noticing the girl hiding something behind her back.

“tisswue! for my favouwite hewo!” the little one says, gingerly holding it out to the blonde’s wet face for him to use. bakugou taps his cheek and cleans closer to let the little girl wipe his face with a tiny chubby hand. they chatter for the rest of the ride home— the girl bashfully twirling her hair around her fingers as katsuki compliments her quirk.

leaning your head on katsuki’s soused shoulder while you walk home, you look up at him with an adoring expression, wondering what he’d be like with a little girl of your own. “that was quiet adorable mister ground zero, you stole my hear away!” you tease, kissing your linked hands.

“yeah? well don’t get used to it shitty woman.” he says through gritted teeth and marches you both through the rain to get you home but the blush on his face tells you otherwise. if you ever had a daughter, you could only imagine what he’d be like with her.

katsuki heads straight for the shower when you get in, leaving you to pick a movie and order takeout as you’d discussed on the way home.

it was a regular routine for you both on nights off; you always picked the movie because if you left it up to your fiancé you’d end up watching some boring documentary on all might or cooking ( he was a closeted nerd at heart ). 

you settle on a cheesy romcom that you’ve seen about a hundred times because for one;  it’s your favourite and two, you’ll never get tired of seeing bakugou cry towards the end of the movie.

“take out should be here in twenty!” you call to your lover, when he passes by you to enter your living room.

“got it, now go wash up before you catch a cold, stupid—“ the ends of katsuki’s words are cut off by your stream of giggles, bouncing off your cream coloured walls. your ash blonde fiancé has half a mind to curse you out for slapping his ass through his fresh set of sweat pants but rolls his eyes nonetheless. 

he finishes pulling his tank top over his head while heading deeper into the room, not wanting to answer the door without one ( as much as your regular delivery driver would like that ).

while in the shower, you manage to scrub away stains of the rain and soreness from the day— washing over sweet love marks from katsuki with pride. a temporary reminder of his eternal love for you and you only. 

there’s already a change of clothes waiting for you when you step out of the shower; one of his old shirts and a set of boxers that you slip into comfortably. your nostrils are filled with nothing but the alluring scent of burning sugar, the traces left by bakugou himself.

he’s already munching on a box of tempura by the time you’ve headed back downstairs, crimson eyes light up when they land on you and you make a dive for the couch— rolling into katsuki’s side. “did you tip the delivery driver?” you ask, watching as your fiancé dips a piece of the food into some sauce before he holds it up to your lips.

“damn right i did, i didn’t wanna though…they kept staring at my arms,” bakugou revels in the way you laugh around the piece of food he pushes into your mouth. you chew with a grateful smile, the look of amusement never leaving your pretty face. “whatcha laughin’ at dumbass?”

“i think you forget how much the public loves your arms, ground zero.”

as soon as you press play on the movie, time seems to fly away from you both— the air is filled with streams of laughter and moments where you swipe from one another’s plates, picking on one another fondly. somehow by the time the film reaches it’s climax the food has been devoured and you’ve ended up huddling into bakugou’s chest. 

fingers laced with yours, bakugou twirls the diamond engagement ring you have on, around your finger, smiling at the precious reminder that you’re to be his forever and always.  “where do you think we’ll be in the future?” you question quietly, nuzzling into your fiancé’s side.

“married, of course.” crimson eyes find yours in the dimly lit room, almost rolling annoyance as if your question is the dumbest thing in the world. in response, you lean up and squish the explosive pro’s cheeks together and beam up at him while he scowls at you.

“stupid, you know that’s not what i meant,” the words despite harsh, leave your lips dreamily and a contented expression crosses your face. “i see us with kids, in a house much bigger than this one and a backyard that stretches for miles and miles—“ your words die warmly in your throat, figuring that you’ve gotten slightly carried away with the fanticies you’ve made for yourself and katsuki. 

in your mind, you can’t help but conjour up a litter of tiny bakugou’s running around a plush green garden— maybe a little dog too and your heart swells in your chest at the idea.

the hot head squeezes your hand, resurfacing you from your sea of thoughts. “you want kids? with me?” his voice is barely above a whisper, all of his vulnerabilities splayed out in the tone as he looks at you warmly.

“a whole family with you, as many as you want.”

suddenly, bakugou has you flipped onto your back and pinned underneath his muscular frame. 

his warm breath fans across your face making your eyes fall heavy with adoration. “four.” the blonde grunts, swooping down to brush his lips gently across yours, not quite kissing you much to your dismay. “i want four of those snotty little gremlins with you, maybe have the fifth by accident and then we’ll get a big fucking house for them to destroy—“

“f-five kids katsu?” you gasp out your words at katsuki starts to press increasingly harsh kisses to your jawline, settling on your neck while he licks over bites he’d left earlier today. 

bakugou murmurs something about ‘you said as many as i want’ before he’s growling at your hands that find their way into his blonde locks, tugging on them tightly as pleasure overwhelms your senses. 

he hums against your sweet skin, finding his place between your legs at the same time as his thoughts take him away from you. he’d love to see you pregnant, so full of his love and his children.

the movie is long forgotten by now as lust settles in every corner of the room. hands push beneath your shirt, groping and massaging your breasts to pull all sorts of sounds from you. 

bakugou forces a knee between your thighs, finally capturing your lips in a hungry and heated kiss— his tongue slips in your mouth after he pinches your thigh, fighting yours in a passionate dance for dominance. “gonna fuck a shitty little brat into you, yn,” katsuki almost whines as he pulls away from your inviting lips to press your foreheads together. you look gorgeous beneath him, flustered with swollen lips from each of your rough kisses and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re thinking the same about him. “gonna fill you up so good, gonna make pretty babies with you, hah?”

“ka-katsuki!” you can’t help but mewl at his breathless sinful words while you fist at his tank top. everything is hot, burning hot and you grind up into him with a newfound desperation, the friction against his hardening length sending your eyes rolling with ecstasy.. “we’re not even— mmm god, right there— we’re not even married yet!”

“gonna be at some point, why waste time fucking trying? not when i can cum in you and give you one right fucking now—“  bakugou moans heavily into your ear, diving back into a sloppy kiss as he fumbles around with the string of his sweatpants. 

you’re whimpering out for him, pulling the blonde into a lustful trance while you make a move to kick off your underwear when the sound of shattering glass pierces through the bubble of horniness you’ve both created. “shit.”

you both freeze and your matching gazes drop to the floor; a rapidly growing stain of red wine spilling onto the carpet under the coffee table your take out was on. 

the fluffy white rug had been a housewarming gift that katsuki begrudgingly accepted from your old school friend and fellow pro, izuku midoriya— so the sight of the now ruined rug makes you both burst out into harmonious laughter. you’re sure the number one wouldn’t mind. it’d make a great wedding story too.

you focus your eyes back on katsuki, cupping his face as that same love filled smile from earlier returns to your face. ”let’s start trying tomorrow, then?”

“tomorrow it is.” bakugou grins back, dotting your hairline with sweet pecks before cuddling into you.

baby making can wait for now, he supposes, for with another day off— he has all the time and all the love in the world to give to you.

[sipsteainanxiety]

#9 with Bakugou

Though it's more hurt comfort , if that's okay?

Reader is sick and decided to get up anyway.

Bakugou sees and is like " you look awful go back to bed" and he takes care of you

Thank you!

whew this is kinda late but ummmm hey it’s here

word count: 1.7k+

mentions: no pronouns mentioned i think!, ooc baku? who knows!, just fluff, beware of sickness descriptions, i always imagine them as aged up but it can be whatever, college au whatever u want bbygrill

✧˖° “why are you awake?”

When you woke up at what felt like the ass crack of dawn, your eyes watering and your throat oddly scratchy, you knew it was going to be a terrible day.

Your head felt stuffy and clogged, like there was cotton pushing at the front of your brain, preventing you from feeling completely lucid. Your eyes burned and every blink seemed to set them on fire again and again. You’d given up on trying to breathe through your nose, letting your mouth hang slightly open as you wheezed to catch your breath. Worst of all, though, was the way your forehead felt like the surface of a stove on medium heat. You could probably fry an egg on your cheek.

You let out a long-suffering groan, pulling yourself up from the tomb of blankets around you. Your head immediately swayed, a headache rearing up at your temples, pounding away to a steady beat. You shivered at the cool air that trailed its fingers up and down your exposed skin, then promptly dived back under the covers. Sweat lined your skin despite the trembles that raked throughout your body. Yeah, you weren’t going anywhere for now.

A quick peek at your phone told you it was early, way too early for anyone in the dorms to really be up. So you curled into a ball under your giant comforter, sniffling now and then before you finally got the courage to reach out to the tissue box you kept on your night stand. You drifted in and out of sleep, a temporary reprieve to the overwhelming sense of nausea and grogginess that took over your senses.

Fuck, you sighed as you woke up hazily for what felt like the twentieth time. This sucks.

Eventually, once the sun got high enough in the sky, you figured that you had to at least get out of bed and grab something to drink. Your mouth was absolutely parched and the tickling sensation that constantly attacked the back of your throat wasn’t helping one bit. Besides, you couldn’t just stay tucked in bed all day, you had things to do. So you blinked yourself awake and gave yourself some encouragement before slowly sitting up. Your head still throbbed and your face still burned, but you weren’t in a coma yet so you figured you were doing pretty well.

You steadily shifted around so that you could wrap one of your blankets around your shoulders, bundling it tightly against your exposed arms. You were still cold and trembles occasionally raked through your body, but the blanket provided some comfort. You adjusted it so that part of the blanket wrapped over and around your head like a scarf, just barely allowing your face to be seen. If you happened to stumble across anyone, they didn’t need to see your no doubtfully messy face.

Slowly standing up, you took a moment to fight off the dizziness that suddenly ambushed your senses. This really fucking sucks. It took you a few minutes to find the strength to shuffle into your slippers and out your door, blanket trailing on the floor behind you like a long cape. You felt a bit dizzy being up for so long, and there was this gross, sweaty feeling encompassing your back and neck, but at least you hadn’t fainted yet. You would count that as a small victory.

Thankfully, there weren’t many people walking about as you slowly made your way to the kitchen for some medicine or water -- anything that could make you feel even marginally better. You had to pause a few times to fight down the overwhelming sense of nausea, but eventually, you shuffled into the common kitchen, head low and eyes squinting against the bright light that ambushed your retinas. It was much colder in here than it had been in the hallways.

You made a beeline right for the cabinets, opening the one that you knew contained the pain relief pills. Or maybe you needed the fever ones? Did they treat nausea too? As you stared up at the cabinet and tried shuffling the different medications around, looking for the right one to deal with all your symptoms, you heard a quiet “the hell?” from behind you. Turning slightly, you glanced over your shoulder to see Bakugou standing at one of the counters, a water bottle in his hand as he squinted at you.

“...’Sup?” You immediately regretted giving him a greeting, cringing at the hoarse sound of your voice. Clearing your throat, you turned back to stare up at the medicine, eventually pulling down a bottle of Tylenol as you blinked at its description.

“You look like shit,” Bakugou stated as his own greeting. You startled slightly when he suddenly appeared next to you, eyeing the way you were turtled into your blanket. Your face was flushed and your hair a sweaty mess. He grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you slightly so he could press his palm against your forehead. You tried to lean away, but his grip was like iron. His eyes narrowed. “Why the fuck are you awake?”

“Have stuff to do,” you croaked out again, breaking away from his hold to shuffle to the fridge to grab a cool bottle of water. You were starting to feel dizzy again and you didn’t like it. The bottle felt nice against your overheating hands, so you pressed it against your cheek for a moment, relishing in the relief it brought, if temporary.

“Yeah right, go the hell to bed!” Bakugou barked out at you, grabbing the bottle out of your hand as he gave you a stern glare. You tried to protest, reaching out of your blanket-cape to grab the water, but he held it out of your reach. You frowned at him, but he was unrelenting as he glared down at you and pointed to the stairs. “Now.”

“Okay Mom, jeez,” you grumbled under your breath as you turned around to shuffle back to your room, medicine still clutched in your hand. You probably had a bottle of water somewhere on your desk or something.

The trek back upstairs seemed longer than it usually was, and you found yourself feeling a bit woozy once you finally stumbled into your room. You sat down at the edge of your bed for a moment in an attempt to get your vision to stop swimming. When that didn’t work, you flopped over and curled into a ball under your blanket, medicine bottle forgotten somewhere to the side as you closed your eyes and focused on just breathing. You weren’t sure how long you just lay there, but you were eventually woken up by a harsh prod to your flushed cheek. You opened your eyes blearily to peek at Bakugou, who was standing over you with a large bowl in his hands.

“Sit up,” he practically commanded you, and you let out a soft groan before you slowly forced yourself into a sitting position. Your head pounded with the sudden change in position and you squeezed your eyes shut as you gripped onto your blanket cape and swallowed heavily. Don’t throw up, don't throw up. “Take this.”

You peeked an eye open to see him holding out the bowl to you, so you took it from his grasp, shivering slightly at the cool air that trailed along your exposed arms. You sat there for a moment, breathing in the steam of the soup he probably just made for you, and relishing in the way it momentarily cleared up that groggy feeling that had nestled itself comfortably in your head. “Smells good,” you told him in a stuffy voice, your nose still a bit clogged. You brought the bowl up to your lips to take a sip, licking up the broth when a bit tumbled over the side of your mouth.

“Idiot!” he hissed at you as he wacked you lightly on the arm with something. You looked at him to see him holding a spoon. “Don’t do that or you’ll make a fucking mess!”

“M’bad,” you slurred, taking the spoon from him to properly eat the soup with. He sat down in your desk chair that he pulled closer to your bed, watching you slowly tuck away at the soup until the entire thing was gone. Occasionally, one of his hands would come up to tuck a sweaty piece of hair out of your face, making sure it wouldn’t get in the way of your eating. You had to take a couple of pauses here and there to make sure it settled properly in your churning stomach, but eventually you finished and let out a deep sigh. “Thank you for the meal,” you yawned as you flopped back onto your side.

“Not so fast!” Bakugou grunted as he held out a couple of pills and a water bottle. You squinted at them. “Hurry up and drink it I don’t have all fuckin’ day!”

“I didn’t ask you to take care of me,” you grumbled as you grabbed the medicine from him and chugged it down with a few gulps of water. After handing the bottle back to him, you buried yourself further into your bed, content with just sleeping the day away until your fever broke. There was no way you were going to get anything done feeling like this. You could take a day off to recuperate.

“Well clearly y’can’t fuckin’ take care of yourself,” Bakugou sneered and you stuck out your tongue at him. He grumbled something under his breath, his palm coming to rest on your forehead again and you sighed at the coolness of it. Which was strange because Bakugou ran hot at all times. You just barely managed to peek your eyes open in time to see him wander out the door before you fell back into a fitful sleep.

The next time you came around to your senses, a cool cloth was pressed against your head. You mumbled something, blinking your eyes open to see Bakugou sitting in your chair once more, a book propped open in his hands. He glanced at you when you made a sound to attract his attention.

“Thanks,” you told him sleepily, lifting out a hand from your blanket so that you could pat his knee sloppily. His pants were really soft. “For… y’know.”

He sighed out, his hand coming up to hold the one you had on his knee. He squeezed it slightly, watching as you slowly fell back into your sick-addled slumber. A small, practically non-existent, wry smile pulled at his lips as he watched you breathe gently, occasionally checking your temperature with his palm.

“Anytime.”

masterlist

[bakumu-archive]

maybe its true

denki kaminari x reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: you know denki loves you, so why do you feel so alone?

cw: hurt/comfort, depressive thoughts, being alone, tickling, fluff, mentions of food

a/n: this ones been in my drafts for a month. does this count as an apology for being mean to him in my baku bday fic? shout out to my wonderful beta reader, @winniethepoohloathesyou​ you're the best  ♥

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

You know that Denki still loves you. 

It's written all over his face as he tells you all about his new video game obsession. How his eyes light up showing you all the progress he's made, and all the things he wants to do. He loves to talk to you about the things he loves because he loves you too.

You can see it in his eyes in the way that he jumps to help you with the dishes when you ask him to, washing the dishes while you get dinner started before he makes his way back to the game room. 

You can hear it in his voice when he talks to you, cracking jokes and being playful with you to dispel the sorrow that he can see hidden in your eyes. 

And he's good at loving you too. He knows how to hold you just right, how to give you the perfect forehead kisses, and how to smile at you so that your heart flutters every time.

So why do you feel so sad? So alone? 

You know you shouldn't feel like this. Your brain is being irrational, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. That the pain you feel of being pushed away isn't valid.

Because he comes to bed later and later each night; some nights not crawling under the covers until the sun is already up. The evenings you used to spend cuddling on the couch watching anime are now spent alone while he sits at his computer. The way everything he does is only done so he can go back to his games faster. Dinner is eaten later and later each night, until it’s 10 p.m. and the food has long since gone cold. The way he doesn't touch you like you need him to anymore, and if he does, it’s only because you begged him.

Is it enough that he loves you? Shouldn't you be his number one source of happiness? Why does he have to seek out and spend all his time away from you? Why aren't you enough? 

It’s a stupid thought, one that you always fight as soon as it appears, because you know where it lead. But maybe it is true.

Maybe you are just being annoying. Trying to drag his attention away from things that make him happy. Being selfish and needy trying to consume all of him time.

But shouldn't you alone be able to make him happy? Are you not good enough anymore?

You try and push the thoughts away, but they are too loud and incessant.

And besides, you know what he would say if you brought it up to him. What he always says when you bring it up.

"I work all day and just want to play my games and relax when I get home. It has nothing to do with you, I love you, I just need to clear my mind."

The phrasing never sits right with you: are you not relaxing to be around? Does your presence in his life annoy him to the point where he has to play video games to escape you?

Stupid, stupid thoughts. Obviously, you don't annoy him like that. But it still stings. Still hurts.

You roll over in your dark bedroom, checking the time on your phone, blinded by the illuminated screen momentarily.

2:05 a.m. 

Denki stayed up until 5:40 a.m. last night and woke up at 10 this morning. Thank god, it's a weekend, but he has to be getting tired by now, right?

You debate going to talk to him or just staying wrapped in the warmth of your blankets. Either way could end up with you sad and disappointed so you might as well make sure he hasn't fallen asleep in an awkward position. The last thing he needs is to have a sore neck and back.

You make your way through the dark house before peaking your head into the game room. Denki looks up from his screen and sends you one of his big smiles. Your heart instantly feels lighter but you can't hide the sadness in your voice as you speak.

"Are you coming to bed soon?"

His eyes grow wider at the crack in your voice, before he looks back down at his game. His mind seems to be racing and calculating, before he speaks. 

"You know, I really wanted to get this done today. I've been trying to get it just perfect. Just a few more minutes and I'll be in. I promise, babe."

You try and hide the selfish hurt in your eyes. You knew this would be the outcome, it was foolish to even come ask. 

Your lip quivers trying to hold in the pain and you mumble, "Okay, Denks. I'm going to go to sleep now. See you in the morning."

You leave, turning to go back to your room. The bed that you share with him will be cold on his half yet again as you fall asleep, but at this point you should be used to it, right? 

You are almost to the bedroom door, too wrapped up in your own feelings to notice the sound of feet moving toward you at a fast pace. His body slams into yours and you jump as arms wrap around your waist and Denki envelops you in his arms. He gives you a firm kiss on the cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. 

"You looked too cute to be going to bed alone. I wouldn't want anyone to snatch you up before you got there, it's dangerous out here you know."

"In our own hallways? Shouldn't some pro-hero be here protecting us?" You sigh and roll your eyes at him as you lean into his embrace, enjoying it while it lasts.

He snuggles his nose into your neck before responding, “You are so right, I really need to call someone about the patrol routes.”

His hands move down to your hips slowly as he speaks again, “There have been sightings around here of a tickle monster on the loose. I would hate to see him get his hands on you.”

His fingers start to twitch at your sides.

You try to give him a warning, “Denki, don't you—” but you were too slow. His fingers dance over all of your most sensitive areas, tickling you until you laugh and plead for him to stop, but the noise just bounces off the walls all around you, falling on deaf ears. 

His grasp eventually falters and your squirming body is eventually able to break free, making a run for the bedroom, but Denki is close on your heels. You jump onto the bed and grab a pillow to hold above your head as a weapon to defend yourself. 

“Woah, woah, ok I didn't know that we kept weapons in here,” Denki laughs as he sees your fighting stance. “I'll turn myself in.”

He takes a running jump to the bed and belly flops onto the mattress with a force so large you almost fall off. He rolls over and looks up at you before opening his arms and motioning you to cuddle with him.

You flop into his embrace, snuggling into his chest as he starts to pet your hair. Both of your breathing slowly returning to normal after your battle. 

Denki gives your forehead a soft kiss before he's angling your chin up so he can look you in the eyes.

“Babe, I’m really sorry I haven't been paying attention to you. How about tomorrow morning I make those special pancakes you love so much and we can talk about it more then?”

Your body perks up a bit. “The ones with the whipped cream?”

“Yep,” he closes his eyes looking smug before he peaks one eyes open at you, “including the secret sauce.”

You let out a small ouh before snuggling into him closer, getting comfortable in the bed that finally has the warmth you've been denied for so long, a small smile appearing on your face.

He reaches down to your hand and entwines his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing small circles into your soft skin before he looks at you again, eyes swimming with love and regret.

“You're my everything, my whole world. You know that, right?”

You smile back at him, nodding before burying your face in his chest, getting more comfortable and warm by the second.

You know that you need to have a bigger conversation with him, but that can wait until tomorrow because right now you just need to bask in this feeling, of being surrounded by his love.

As you drift off to sleep you hear him, “Good night, Y/N. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Denks.”

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[inoxske]

i have a headcanon that bakugo sometimes will dissociate at the most bizarre moments, and its never when it would be most inconvenient. its always when hes with friends, or doing homework or something.

the first time it happens its just normal friday movie night

bakugo, spacing off and starting to get anxious:

kirishima, throwing his arm over bakus shoulder: didnt this guy have a goody ass name? erwin or somethin?

todoroki: eugene?

kirishima, smiling: EUGENE! What a silly name! I love it!

denki, smiling: if I ever have a son im naming him eugene

immediatly multiple people start talking, exchanging names and arguing over denkis child name choices

bakugo sweats, mind going a mile a minute but actions slow:

kirishima, putting a hand on bakugos shoulder: you okay, man?

bakugo, shaking his head, leaning closer to him:

kirishima, eyes widening: wow, hey, whats wrong?

bakugo doesnt reply, just very subtly climbs into kirishimas lap and goes limp:

kirishima, rubbing his back, trying not to panic: okay, this is okay, im fine with this. can you talk?

bakugo, shaking his head: too much...

kirishima, frowning: too much? is the tv too loud?

bakugo, shaking his head:

kirishima: oh, i see. its okay, baby... just relax, youre okay, youre right here

kirishima tries to ground him with touch. he rubs his sides, scratches his back, he plays with his hair and rubs his tummy. at one point he even nuzzles into his neck and temple to try and stabalize him. it helps,

bakugo sighs deeply, gripping kirishimas shirt: kiri. . .

kirishima, nosing at bakugos neck: you feelin better?

bakugo nods: sleepy. . .

kirishima smiles: its past your bed time, huh little guy?

bakugo humming: yeah fuck off, now you have to carry me

kirishima smiling: oh noo, what a nightmere i have to lovingly hold my beautiful best friend and deliever him to his comfy bed so he can have a warm nights sleep that sounds just terribbllee

bakugo chuckling: oh shut up

[kiribakuhappiness]

Prompt- someone in class 1A bodyswaps with kirishima. For some reason they don't/can't tell their class. Whoever is in kiri body (your choice) has to deal with soft baku who either is about to confess or is already secretly dating kirishima

(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt) OH MY GOD. I AM DEAD. JUST TAKE IT. with love.

The alarm went off (supposedly) at exactly six o’clock in the morning just like it did every other morning from what felt like the beginning of time. But the tune that drifted over into his ears sounded a bit strange today, and the sheets felt a bit scratchier and heavier than he remembered them being, and - probably most importantly to note - Izuku hadn’t even needed to twitch a single muscle that morning before the blaring noise was being cut off again on its own and the room was plunged back into stifling silence.

Which all lead to the objectively horrifying conclusion that there was someone else in this bed with him.

Izuku tried not to notice how frantically his heart was pattering away inside his chest, and he kept his eyes closed to maybe continue to give off the absolutely false pretense of still being asleep, but it was no use.

He was effectively freaking out.

Why did this kind of stuff keep happening to him? First it was Aoyama leaving him cheese outside on his balcony and now this? Should he be telling somebody about these incidents? It was starting to feel like maybe it was time for him to tell somebody. All Might, maybe? Principal Nedzu? His mom?

But… that alarm… it hadn’t been set to the sound he was used to.

And these bed sheets... they were so familiar somehow...

Izuku swallowed down his rattled nerves as quietly as possible before he unfurled one of his shaking fists to touch more prominently at the heavy comforter currently all tangled up around his limbs that felt too warm, so very careful to avoid shifting too obviously or accidentally bumping into whoever the hell was next to him.

No... Izuku knew these sheets. The way that the material caught on the pads of his fingers and pulled at long forgotten memories too blurry in his adrenaline-filled state to properly see them, and that smell! He took in a deep, slow breath through his nose, and he recognized all of them. His brain prodded him with useless bombardments of dismembered images. A pillow. A blanket. A couch. A kitchen. A color. A voice.

Oh. No.

This was Kacchan’s room.

Why the hell was Izuku in Kacchan’s room?!

Why the hell was he in Kacchan’s bed?!?!

These were the exact same sheets, the same rough texture, the same familiar smell of a subtle bleach and a smoldering stack of firewood that had been ingrained into his memories since before he was old enough to even be fully self-aware of such significant sights and sounds and sensory triggers.

But this hand...

Izuku wiggled his fingers as carefully as he dared to, but it all felt wrong. The wrist was too wide, the tendons in his forearm were too strong and sturdy, like they’d never been strained or bruised before in their entire lives, fresh and limber and toned.

No. None of this was right.

“Oi, we fuckin’ gettin’ up or what?” Kacchan’s hoarse, early-morning voice cracked somewhere beside him before an equally rough palm smacked hard into his bare shoulder and startled Izuku’s eyes wide open with a chaotic lurch in the opposite direction as he rushed to sit up and put as much distance between them as possible.

Oh wow. Yeah. This was Kacchan’s room alright.

That poster used to be in his bedroom back at his parent’s place, and that snowboard leaning against the dresser in the corner had his signature orange stripe down a solid black background, and this was definitely the same navy-blue comforter that Izuku had always hated the feeling of ever since he was old enough to hate the way that things felt, and - holy cow - there was Kacchan.

Sleep torn and shirtless with his wayward spikes all pressed down flat on one side while he lifted a broad hand up to rub his battle-scarred knuckles into one of his blurry eyes. His lips tucked down into a petulant scowl and his eyebrows furrowed in the middle of his forehead the longer that Izuku continued to sit and stare at him with an open mouth as though he had just watched him grow another head.

Kacchan hasn’t tried to explode him yet.

Why hasn’t Kacchan tried to explode him yet?

“The fuck are you lookin’ at me like that for?” Kacchan griped in a moody manner as he reached out for a second time and pushed at his shoulder again, lighter, and with fingers that tried to linger for far too long. Izuku jumped at the unexpected contact and tried to back completely out of his reach, but the bed was much too small, and suddenly he was tumbling off onto the floor with a resounding groan of pain that sounded nothing like his own.

“Oi! Kirishima! The fuck is the matter with you?” Kacchan snapped in clear agitation as he glared over the edge of the bed down at Izuku’s rumpled figure lying in a heap on the floor.

Did he just say Kirishima?

Okay. Something really crazy must have happened last night. Something quirk related. Definitely something quirk related.

Izuku righted himself on the ground before he held up his hands in front of his face and gazed at the strong, muscular vein protruding on his right forearm that was most definitely not his own, and yeah, okay, he was in Kirishima’s body right now. That’s what this was – they had switched bodies. Which meant that Kirishima was probably in Izuku’s room, waking up as him and - aw man - that meant that Kirishima was going to see all of the new posters and action figures that he’d been adding to his collection since the first time when everyone had forced their way into his room and -

HOLY CRAP - Kirishima was sleeping in Kacchan’s room?! Since when??

“Did you wake up feelin’ even more dumb today or what?! If you don’t answer me right fucking now -”

It was the familiar sound of Kacchan’s explosions popping in the center of his palms that finally jarred Izuku back to the present; back to the reality of this very hazardous situation that he seemed to have found himself in. There was no way that he could tell Kacchan who he really was right now. He would kill him. He would murder him in cold blood. He would blast him to death until there was nothing left of him and then he would blast away all of the rest of his pieces just for fun.

Nope. Kacchan could not find out about this. It was just out of the question.

“Sorry!” And okay, his voice did sound a lot like Kirishima’s, that was good. Lower and scratchier with an adolescent edge in the process of dropping a few more octaves before reaching full maturity someday. He could work with that. “I was just having a dream. You startled me… d-dude!”

Kacchan frowned down at him with a suspicious, squinted gaze and Izuku tried to look as innocent as possible as he slowly lumbered back up onto his feet that felt foreign and unsteady under his new weight.

Wow. Izuku was tall. It might have only been a few more centimeters, but the height difference was already astounding. It would have been kind of nice if he had swapped places with someone who happened to be taller than Kacchan, though… oh well.

Speaking of Kacchan, he tracked Izuku’s movements with a laser-light precision while Izuku tried to remember how it was that people normally stood (because he seemed to have forgotten how to) before Kacchan suddenly tch’ed and slumped back down into his pillow with a careless arm thrown up and under his head. He smacked the empty space where Izuku had just been laying with his other free hand and glared expectantly.

“C’m back,” he demanded in a decidedly less than threatening manner.

Wow. This was really weird. Kirishima slept in Kacchan’s bed and Kacchan was okay with it? How often did this happen? How did they even get to this point where it had become so natural for them to share a bed like this? To wake up together like this? When did –

Kacchan’s lip twitched impatiently and he raised his hand up in a slow, dramatic arch as though to catch his eye and make sure that Izuku couldn’t miss how obviously the gesture was being directed at him.

“Eijirou,” Kacchan grunted out, with an incredibly uncomfortable amount of eye contact, and then he smacked the empty space beside him again.

Oh… my god. It was a summons. Izuku could not do that. He could not handle just… getting back into bed with him?! Not when he’d finally managed to escape from it. There had to be an excuse. He had to find an excuse.

“I have to pee –”

“I could not care less,” Kacchan snarked back before his strong fingers gripped bunches of the comforter into a tight hold as though he were physically restraining himself from doing something that Izuku didn’t want to know what it could possibly be.

“I-I’ll just be a minute,” Izuku tried to stumble out as nonchalantly as possible as he took a hurried step in the direction of the bathroom.

A loud creak echoing from the other side of the room halted him dead in his tracks, and he whipped around to spot Kacchan as he rolled up onto his knees in one swift movement and leaned forward, reaching out and grasping the end of the bed with two strong hands and looking ready to leap off the mattress and block Izuku from continuing.

“You really gonna make me chase after you?” Kacchan snorted an amused sort of sound under his breath as his biceps flexed dangerously and he readied himself to pounce.

Oh no. Not chase after. Never ever chase after.

“N-no!” Izuku managed to stammer out, but it was far too late. Kacchan had already made the decision to end him.

Izuku scrambled back as quickly as possible in an attempt to keep some distance between them, but it closed before he even had the chance to register that it was gone and then Kacchan was just there, far too close far too quickly, leaning into his space and wow, Izuku was so uncomfortable right now that he couldn’t even pretend to keep making eye contact anymore as he fidgeted restlessly in his new cornered position.

“You’re bein’ weirder than usual,” Kacchan stated firmly, but he had finally stopped trying to come closer which was all-in-all a very good thing.

“Sorry,” Izuku squeaked out again, clenching and unclenching Kirishima’s hands over and over as he desperately tried to pull himself together. He couldn’t help feeling so incredibly blind-sided by all of this. He had so many questions and no way to ask them – no way to understand, to know.

How long would it take for Kirishima to wake up and try to come and find him? Surely he would understand the significance of how much Izuku was finding out about right now that clearly nobody was ever meant to find out about.

Holy crap, and if Kacchan knew that it was Izuku of all people who had been the first one to find out about it?! To have seen it all unfold up close and personal like this? Oh man, it was all so very bad.

“Stop apologizin’ to me, that’s what’s so fucking weird,” Kacchan grumbled out in the same bitter tone, and Izuku tried not to stiffen when he raised a hand and pressed it into the bookshelf next to his head, leaning his weight onto it and squinting down at him like they might share an extraordinary telepathic moment.

Izuku opened his mouth, ready to apologize again completely on instinct, but any noise that was about to come out got strangled and lodged in his throat when Kacchan’s other hand came up and his thumb promptly hooked under his jaw and clamped his mouth shut before a dangerous palm slid into place and covered his mouth completely. Izuku’s heart started to race in this unfamiliar chest and his eyes widened as he waited with vein-twisting anxiety for Kacchan to blow his entire face away with a single blast.

But… he never did.

“Seriously fucking stop, Kirishima. ’S pissin’ me off,” Kacchan demanded again; stern and final. “There ain’t nothin’ to apologize for, understand?”

Izuku tried to calm his labored breathing as he watched Kacchan watch him back for a long moment, and the fingers around his jaw tightened in an unfamiliar manner before they were suddenly gone again. Kacchan pushed himself away from the bookshelf and started towards the bathroom with a loud, gruff yawn.

“Better fuckin’ hurry up, cause I ain’t savin’ you any hot water for a second shower,” Kacchan warned without looking back as he turned on the light and ducked inside the other room.

Izuku’s entire body jolted back to life at the sound of the water in the shower turning on, and when it finally clicked in his head what that thinly veiled threat entailed, he tore off in the direction of the hallway at top speeds, practically sprinting out of the room and absolutely refusing to look back even when he could hear Kacchan shouting incredulously after him.

He so did not have the mental capacity to even try and unpack any of what he had just gone through. His one and only objective was to find Kirishima and switch their bodies back as soon as possible so that he could go on with the rest of his life and pretend like none of that had ever even happened in the first place.

Yeah… that sounded nice.

For once – Izuku just really, really didn’t want to know any more details.

--- full fic out now ---

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34034215

[h4nabi-archived]

Pity Party

a/n: This was a request from @lexy586​. I’m sooo sorry its late and for accidentally deleting the ask. But from what i remember, the sender wanted a fic about the reader being in either the baku or deku squad and the start to forget about them and then their birthday shows up. I changed it a little but not much so i hope you like it :))

∾ Bakusquad x Reader (platonic), Izuku Midoriya x Reader (platonic)

∾ little angst, fluff

∾ warnings: none

∾ 1497 words

8:30 PM

That's the time you had told everyone to show up to your dorm for your birthday.

But instead, you were lying face down on your bed in an empty room.

No one had shown up.

You didn't know why it got like this. One day, you were hanging out with the "bakusquad" and the next, you were just a thing of the past: no texts, no get-togethers, nothing. You were left all alone.

This wasn't something you weren't used to, though. If anything, by this point, it shouldn't even be a surprise to you.

Friend group after friend group, you were always left behind. Sometimes they'd have the decency to tell you straight up that you just "didn't fit in." But most of the time, it was a gradual process. and this was no different.

You could tell that everyone slowly forgot about you. It all started about a month ago when everyone was talking about a new movie they had seen. This was new news to you. Usually, Kaminari or Sero would text the group chat about any popular new film they wanted to see. But not this time.

"Oh, sorry, Y/N. I just assumed you would be busy that day. Next time I'll ask, promise," Sero said with a genuine smile.

At the time, it didn't particularly bother you. Hero training and all had been keeping you busy lately, so the mixup was excusable.

But these "mixups" became more frequent. "schedule conflicts" also became common when you tried to invite anyone out. Whether it was studying for a test or a sudden case of the cold, everyone seemed to have something better to be doing than hanging out with you.

You started to feel isolated at lunch, as well. Eventually, you had to move to Midoryia's table because it was all getting to be too much. No one batted an eye when you left. No one texted you to see if you were okay—nothing but radio silence.

It hurt being alone again. It hurt worse, knowing that you actually thought this time would be different at one point. After you had transferred to UA your second year, you didn't expect to be welcomed with open arms. But to your surprise, you were.

Kirishima had been the first to reach out to you. He was friendly, going out of his way to even ask if you wanted to sit with him and his friends at lunch. That's when you met everyone else. You instantly clicked with everyone. It took some time for Bakugou to warm up to the new addition, but indeed everyone seemed to enjoy your company.

You were invited everywhere with them: study dates, sneaky late night outings, movie marathons, everything. It felt good having such a close friend group, and you truly felt like it could work out.

Looking back, you could tell that you didn't really belong. The five of them had an already established bond, and you just couldn't compete. You stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone else was so much cooler and stronger than you, advancing with their quirks and overall popularity, while you were always left in the dust.

Maybe you were naive, missing all the signs that screamed that you didn't belong. Or perhaps you did see them but decided to ignore them. Who knows.

Going to the messenger app on your phone, you immediately went to your shared group chat. You knew you would see a response from anyone, but still, a small part of you had hope. But that hope was crushed when you looked and saw nothing—just the dozen other messages you had sent with no response.

you looked at the time on your phone. 12:45 AM, the numbers seemed to mock you as you stared down at them. Your vision became blurry as you threw your phone down on the floor. Then a tear fell. Then another. and another. all until you were sobbing in your pillow.

You cried and cried until you couldn't anymore. You started to get a migraine from all the crying. You felt crazy. It was your birthday. You were supposed to be happy—another year of life. And yet here you were in your dark dorm room, with tears staining your face. You felt pitiful.

You closed your eyes, trying to force yourself to sleep. And just as you were about to, a text notification sounded.

You didn't want to look. You wanted just to sleep and get this day over with. But soon enough, you were reaching to grab your phone off the floor.

You unlocked your phone and looked at the text.

From: Deku

Hey!

From: Deku

Happy Birthday Y/N!!!

You wiped your eyes and smiled at the texts.

You and Midoriya had grown closer since you moved to his table. You guys were the closest friends, but it was nice having at least one person still by your side.

From: You

thanks Midoriya :)))

Just as you were about to lock your phone, the texting indicator popped up on your screen. You waited for a response when suddenly the indicator disappeared. It didn't show up again, so with a huff, you locked your phone and threw it back on the floor.

You were alone again. You weren't sad anymore, which was good, but you were left with a sinking feeling in your heart in return. You turned on your side and faced the wall. You tried to make yourself comfortable so you could fall back asleep, but nothing seemed to work. The sleepy feeling has been whisked away, and now you were left staring at your blank wall.

You sighed and got out of your bed. Quickly slipping on a random hoodie and your slippers, you quietly made your way out of your room. Maybe a late-night snack was what you needed.

As you arrived at your destination, something made you stop in your tracks.

At one of the many dining tables sat Midoriya. His back was facing you so you couldn't see his face, but his slouched posture made him look tired. It made sense seeing as it was currently 1 AM. Next to him was a small slice of cake. Just looking at the desert made your eyes sting. Quickly you focused back on the boy and made your way over to him.

“Hey,” you said as you sat in the seat beside him. Izuku, stunned by your sudden appearance, jumped and almost fell out of his chair. After making sure he was alright, a small giggle escaped your lips.

"H-hey Y/N. What are you doing here?" He looked like he had seen a ghost by how shocked he was. His hands quickly grabbed the cake and moved it in an attempt to hide it.

The whole scene was very suspicious. Raising an eyebrow, you looked from the cake up to the freckled boy. from where he sat, the moonlight shone on him almost entirely. You could see the deep red blush that fused his cheeks and the way his eyes looked everywhere but you. It was cute if you were being honest.

“I should be asking you the same question,” you moved to point at the cake, “What’s that?”

"This? Oh, um, nothing. Just late-night cravings."

“Cravings? Really?”

"Yes." He was obviously lying. It was painted right on his face. Sensing your disbelief, Midoriya looked down and pushed the treat in front of you. He looked down at his lap and spilled the beans. "Actually, it's for you. You know, for your birthday."

You looked at the slice. It was a plain vanilla cake with white frosting. Your age in pretty, pink frosting was the only decoration. Even in its simplicity, the cake looked delicious. Your eyes started to sting, and before you knew it, you were crying again.

Midoriya immediately looked up when he heard you sniffle. What he didn't expect to see was the wide grin on your face. You reached over and pulled the boy into a tight hug, knocking the wind out of his lungs in the process. His arms made their way around you and gave you a small part in your back.

pulling away, you turned and looked at the cake again. "Thank you, Midoriya. I'm really thankful."

"It's the least I can do. We are friends, after all."

You guys were friends. Midoriya had always been nice to you. Checking on you when you first moved to his table suddenly, helping you with homework you’d usually ask bakugou to help you with, making you feel included in his group, and the list goes on and on. You weren’t alone. You had friends who cared.

Midoriya pulled out two plastic forks and handed it on to you. After you two said your thanks, you dig into the cake.

It might not have been what you initially planned, but you wouldn't have chosen to spend your birthday any other way than this.

[cinna-stars]

Worth Waiting For

Uhh, okay, this is my first ever fanfic! I might continue it based on the reception, but it was a few thoughts I had in my head that I wanted down on paper. 

18+! Some sexual themes and content throughout, however for those experienced smut readers, this is some mild sauce, not very much spice.

I have to credit @cyancherub for making me think about Kiri smelling like cinnamon, the thought hasn’t left my brain.

Kirishima x Fem!reader 

A cool breeze whispers through the slightly ajar window of your dorm room. The sun set a little while ago; studying always seems to eat up most of your free time, so this wasn’t exactly a surprise. You lean back in your desk chair, arms up, and stretch your muscles into a big yawn. The sudden contracting muscles have your stomach gurgling. It’s definitely time to take a break, so you close your textbook and stand up from your desk. I wonder if there’s any of those expensive sounding potato chips that Momo bought back from her trip abroad left over? The thought makes you salivate as you begin towards your door. You glance to the mirror in the corner and look at your own reflection: hair pulled into a loose, messy bun, torso swallowed up by an old band shirt Denki gave you (after a conversation initiated by Mineta on what you liked to wear to bed) and bare legs sticking out from the hem. Shouldn’t be a problem, as long as Iida isn’t feeling like a stick in the mud this evening. You open your door and begin creeping your way to the kitchen, hoping to keep noise levels to a minimum as to not disturb anyone who might be sleeping already.

Your ears perk up when you hear conversation coming from the communal area.

“On a scale from 1-10, with ten being the most boring, you have exceeded my expectations and we’ve hit an 11.”

“Shut up dude, it’s an absolute cinematic masterpiece. This is why you don’t have the remote- we’d be watching Care Bears or some shit.”

You approach the seating area to see Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero and Denki. The latter two arguing over what to watch. Bakugou looks like he’s about to blow a fuse, so Kirishima chimes in,

“Hahah, okay guys, why don’t we just watch a horror movie, like Scream or something? It’s an easy watch.”

“Sounds like a good idea as long as Kaminari doesn’t shit himself.” Sero tries to start again, but this is perfect timing for you to interject.

“Sero, I’m sorry, last time I checked, you’re the one who had to ‘leave suddenly’ when we watched Halloween.” A smirk appears on your face from ear to ear as all four boys turn their head your direction. You notice an empty spot next to Kiri and take the opportunity to sit, careful not to flash anyone.

“Hey Y/N don’t be startin’ on me. I have plenty of stories about you that we could share you know? What about the Jaegerbomb incident?” Sero matched your grin, and you feign shock by slapping your hand to your heart.

“You’re breaking my heart, Hanta. Are you the only ones up?”

“Yeah Iida sort of ‘encouraged’ everyone to go to bed early because of the test tomorrow, but” Denki motions in Bakugou’s direction “the angry Pomeranian barked and he gave up with us.” Bakugou snaps his head up from his phone to stare Denki down, but realizing he’s just proving his point, sighs and goes back to scrolling on his phone.

“You okay Baku-babe?” he grunts and flips you off, but you could see the corner of his lip turn up in a weak smile at the affectionate nickname. You knew he meant well, especially after the time you had spent together over the last summer with the guys; he just had a defensive temperament.

“You wanna join us, y/n?” Kiri propositions with a wide grin. His hair was still styled into sharp points from classes today, contrasting with his relaxed clothing choice of a t-shirt, shorts and crocs. He’d also made the addition of a white bandana around his forehead. As usual, he was looking incredible.

After the time spent together as a group over the break, it was great to get to know everyone better. As Sero’s oldest friend, it was always easier to stick by him, which had ended up in your favour by meeting these clowns. You’d slowly got closer to the other three boys too, but there was something about Kirishima you couldn’t shake.

The way you felt when you were left together alone in the same room at a party, or when the other guys ended up flaking so you spent the night together at his place, there was always a feeling of excitement, in more ways than one.

You’ve never been very good at flirting and you just seem to come across as an anxious mess, but Kiri was pretty much just as bad. Meaning neither of you ever made a move. Just awkward giggles and eye contact that lasted just a little bit too long for friends.

“I actually came to steal some of Momo’s fancy chips but yeah, let me get a snack and I’ll be ready. You guys want anything?” You get up off the couch and start your way to the kitchen.

“BEER. BEER. BEER.” Denki chants, making you giggle.

“Oh I’ll come and help you carry them!” Kiri jumps up to follow behind you. You can hear Sero make a ‘wha-PISH’ whipping sound which makes Denki burst out with laughter. In their defense, it was painfully obvious you were both pining for each other.

The kitchen isn’t far but it is out of earshot of the sitting area. You open the cupboard in the corner to find Momo’s chip bag, left sat there completely empty. “Oh come ON” you sigh, picking up the bag and placing it in the trash.

“No chips left? Don’t worry I got you covered.” Kiri stretches to the gap between the top of the cupboard and the ceiling, feeling about with his hand. Your eyes fixate on the skin that is now showing just above the waistband of his shorts. You slowly move your view up the side of his torso, his shirt draping over his body in all the right places, and then to his face, one eye closed and tongue sticking out in concentration. He totally caught you checking him out and now you’re both stood there blushing like idiots. He finally located the bag he was looking for and brings his hands back down, showing off the slightly dusty bag of unopened chips.

“These are your favourites, right?” You stand in bewilderment looking at the bag and nod. “There are many bonuses to being one of the tallest in this dorm” he grins. He even remembered your favourite chips? You can’t help but smile back.

“Thank you so much. Oh let me get the beers!” you walk over to the fridge and open it up, bending over to search for the well hidden cans. You know your ass is on show, and you’re doing everything you can to make it the best view. Arching your back slightly, barely moving your hips from side to side, putting on a full show without being too obvious. “Ah I found them!” You gather them into your arms, the cold metal against your skin sending shivers up your spine and making your nipples protrude from the thin material of your shirt. You stand back up and close the fridge, turning around to a very red in the face Kirishima. You send a sweet smile his way.

“Do you mind taking a couple they’re coldddd” you whine. He composes himself and grabs the first can he can see looking ready to fall. He then proceeds to take another, slowly exposing more of your chest and your hardened nipples. You notice his eyes dart to them and then back on the beers. Are you two really going to carry on like this? Acting like the sexual tension couldn’t be cut with a knife? His wandering eyes now have you blushing and you’re quick to fill the hanging silence. “Should we really be drinking when we have a test tomorrow? I’m no NARC but you know what Denki can get like. He’ll wake up the whole house.”

“It’ll be fine. The only ones that know where the rest of the stash is are you and me. As long as you can keep a secret, we’re Gucci” he winks.

“Did you… really just use the term ‘Gucci’? like completely unironically?” You laugh, nudging his side.

“Shut upppp y/n. Come on let’s get back to them before Bakugo kills Dumb and Dumber.”

 “Hoes and bros we come bearing beverages!” You walk in and pass out the three beers you held to the boys, Kiri slowly following with the chips and the last two drinks.

“Wait, who are the hoes?..... oh.” Kaminari has a moment of self-realization and stares at the beer in his hand.

“Denki don’t listen to her, she is the last one to be calling anyone a hoe” Sero hits you with another of what will be many insults of the night.

“Uhhhh says the guys who has a body count tally on his wall. If you ever get with Mina you’re going to need to take a trip to Home Depot to paint over those you know?” You counter.

“Can we watch the damn film already?! Could’ve watched half the fucking thing by now.” Bakugou finally lets off some of the pent up steam. Both you and Denki lift your arms up to your forehead in a salute. “Yes sir!”

Grabbing a blanket, you and Kiri get back into your original seats next to each other on the sofa furthest away from the TV. Sero is on the chair to Kiri’s right, sprawled over it in the most boyish way possible, legs stretched wide and arms hanging over the back. Denki and Bakugo share the sofa to your left, Bakugou reserved to the spot at the very end, finally turning his phone off, while Denki almost mimics Sero’s positioning, but one hand is wrapped around his beer chugging it a bit too fast. Sero presses play as you sit back into the sofa. Kiri’s arm is already draped over the back of the headrest, and it’s only a matter of time until his arm drapes around your shoulder and you lean into him.

You’re about ten minutes into the movie when he starts to move his fingers in little circles on your upper arm. If anyone saw you right now, they’d assume you two were together. The months you’ve both spent flirting and teasing, the light touches and the lingering cuddles. This is becoming unbearable for you, its overwhelming. How haven’t you kissed yet? You weren’t really a ‘hoe’ as Sero said, but you certainly weren’t inexperienced and have never had this trouble before, so what was stopping you now? If things continued like this, you were going to explode.

You look up at Kiri, admiring the contours of his face against the light of the TV. The way his eyebrows slightly furrow, and the way he’s chewing his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration. You inhale the mild aroma of cinnamon, which is a scent that follows him around everywhere. You’re certain he’s aware you are staring, by the light blush reforming on his cheeks, but he allows you to for just a little longer. Right up until Denki yelps aloud from a minor jump scare in the film, causing you to jolt yourself and grab onto Kiri’s shirt.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” he asks, voice low and husky. “Don’t worry, I got you.” He lifts his free arm and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I-I wasn’t scared. Denki made me jump” you pout.

“Aww, even worse haha” he chuckles, the vibrations flow through your body, straight to your core, making you instantly wet. If he ever really knew the affect he had, you might just die from embarrassment. You release his shirt and return your head to his shoulder; however, his hand has maneuvered itself away from your upper arm and is now placed on your hip. The large amount of warmth is slowly followed by a very light squeeze of reassurance, and you’ve never been more aware that you aren’t wearing any shorts.

His breathing has now quickened, and his hand feels like it might even be shaking a little bit. He was so nervous, which makes him even more endearing. A wave of adrenaline rushed through you as you lift your hand to rest atop of his, to give him the assurance that it is absolutely okay to have his hand there.

About three quarters of the way into the film, all drinks have been consumed, chips have been eaten, Sero pauses and gets up for a pee break. “Couldn’t your bladder have waited? There isn’t that much longer left Se-bro” Kiri teases

“Ei, I don’t think I know anyone who could wait as long as you have” he leans down and darts his eyes between the two of you. You glare with intent to BURN. You thought too long for a comeback and unfortunately, he’s already happily waltzing off to the bathroom.

Kiri turns to you with a smile and lowers his voice. “Did nobody tell tape face that anything worth having is worth waiting for?” and you swear in that moment an entire flutter of butterflies were trying to escape you. That’s the most direct he’s ever been and it’s not something easy to ignore.

“I know you both have hidden the beer and I take personal offense.” Denki bellows. “I bet it’s on top of the cupboard where Kiri keeps all the good stuff” and he gets up and skips off to the kitchen, fully convinced he’s going to find what he’s looking for.

“I’m going to bed. Gotta be up early and you extras are pissing me off.” Bakugou gets up and stretches. “Love you, Bakubro! Mwah!” both you and Kiri heckle him with air kisses and you are met with yet another middle finger as he strolls off to his dorm room, that small smirk still present.

There’s that feeling coming back again. The way you feel whenever you’re alone with Kirishima. But this is the most compromised you’ve been: you’re basically half naked, he’s got his hand on your hip and he just dropped an absolute bomb of a line thanks to Sero. You can’t help yourself and before you truly think it through,

“Ei, I think I’m done waiting.” You lift your head off his shoulder, faces only a few inches apart. You can feel both your heart rates quicken in sync and your bodies getting hotter. He raises his hand and takes your chin in his hand, urging your lips forward onto his. The anticipated contact sends electricity through your body and the kiss deepens quickly, his tongue licks your lower lip asking for entrance and you accept immediately, releasing a soft moan from the motion.

You twist your body round so that you’re straddling his thigh, his wandering hand had slipped under the fabric of your shirt in the same place, playing with the fabric of your underwear. Your hands find their way to the back of his head, pushing him further into your mouth. You both are getting sloppy as lust takes over and you find your hips involuntarily grinding on his thigh. He breaks away from the kiss, pulling at your lower lip and working his way down your jaw to your neck, nipping and sucking lightly, causing louder moans to escape you.

“So- fucking long- I’ve waited- to touch you like this” he groans out between kisses and bites, sure to leave a mark. “Sound so pretty”

“Ah- me too, I- fuck” the stimulation from his voice and touch is almost overwhelming, but clarity sets in quicker than you’d like it too. “Sero will- ah- be back any second” and you release your grip on his hair. He’s really trying to pout at you, but he can’t help let his goofy smile beam through. You stare at each other for a few seconds, both absolutely beaming with happiness. He lets out an almighty sigh,

“Uggggh, you’re right. Hey, what are you doing after this?” he asks as you settle back down next to him, making you chuckle.

“Well I was planning on going back to my dorm and sleeping. Unless you have a better offer?” you beam.

“Well…” his grin gets wider, “you know there’s a sequel to Scream, yknow? Think you might wanna… what’s it called..”

“Scream 2.”

“I can make you scream, too. Sure”  and you erupt into laughter together, from his disgustingly awful pun.

Sero approaches from the corridor “Well you two sure can clear a room.”

“I’d blame it on Kiri’s terrible puns, but Bakubabe went to bed and Electabuzz is currently trying to find the rest of the beer but- oh there you are” Denki walks in, with a pout on his face, and flops back on the couch in disappointment.

“Denks, how about we throw a little party tomorrow after the test. We’ll let you in on where the secret stash is, too.” You offer, his expression immediately switching to that of delight.

Even though there was only a half hour left of the movie, it felt like hours until the end credits started rolling. Denki had managed to fall asleep and was snoring at full velocity, and the only person left paying full attention was Sero, as you couldn’t stop your brain from wandering from anticipation.

He shut the TV off and you tasked yourself with waking up Denki while Kiri cleaned up the empty beer bottles.

“Kami, come on sweetie, you need to go to bed.” You nudge him slightly causing him to stir. Sero walks over, and gives him a hard slap on the ass

‘WAKE UP ASSHOLE! Iida will kill you if you sleep on the couch”

“…I- sleep- your mom-..” he sits up and rubs his eyes

“Don’t be so rough Sero, he’s so sleepy look at hiiiimm” You say, admiring how cute he looked in such tired state. Kaminari finally gets up and all four of you head to the lift… shit.

You are Denki are on the 3rd floor, Kiri is on the 4th and Sero is on the 5th… how are you going to get to Kiri’s room without being suspicious?

A/N: Thank you if you read this in full! Please let me know what you think and if you’d be wanting to read the next part (which would include a lot more spice!)

[bullyhunter--69]

Kirishimas little sister

Pairing: Bakugo x fem!reader

Summary: You and Kirishima assumed everyone already knew. You guys hung out all the time, studied together, had hundreds of inside jokes that the stories for were far to old to tell. But when Kiri picks you up from your after school cuddle date with Bakugo to head off for the weekend for a family trip, you find out that apparently no one-- even your boyfriend of 3 months-- had any idea the two of you were actually twins.

Tw: none, this is just some funny cute fluff

A/N: Hi! This is my first fic I've posted in a while and I'm a little rusty on writing, so I apologize. But I plan on writing a lot more often so if you like this, you can send me an ask and I'll write what you want!

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It was Friday night and there was a three day weekend just up ahead. Classes ended early today so once you freshened up after training, you skipped off to Bakugos dorm room. Since the weekend would be spent away with your family and brother, Kirishima, you had dropped your bags off at Kiris dorm that morning to spend the most time with your love as possible.

With three soft knocks and a shout from the man inside, you grabbed the doorknob, swinging the door open. Bakugos face softened when his eyes landed on you dressed in his hoodie and what looked to be mens old sweatpants. His arms happily welcomed you into his chest after his door had been closed behind you. "I saw you kick Shitty hairs ass today during training," His comment was interrupted by his low chuckle. "It's always the best to see my Fireball win." Your sharp toothed grin contrasted from your bubbly giggle, but it was hidden away as Bakugo held your face to his chest and kissed your forehead.

You sighed sweetly into the warm, loving embrace-- you were really gonna miss him this weekend. "Yeah, it was pretty fun, but I'm tired now. I think before I leave tonight I deserve some extra snuggles?" Your eyes finally peaked up at him, shining and shimmering with soft love. The look you gave him made his cheeks heat up quickly, but he tried his best to hide how flustered your words still made him by picking you up and snuggling down into bed quickly. With his face hidden in your neck and both of your arms wrapped tightly around eachother, you both went back and forth just talking about your day and anything mundane.

Hours flew by before you knew it and Bakugo was almost fully asleep against your chest, your eyes tired with sleep as well with a long since abandoned netflix show in the background playing at a soft volume. What broke the silence, however, made your heart start to hurt. Kirishima had just texted you that he was on his way to Bakugos dorm to pick you up, and that he already had taken care of everything for you.

"Oi, what's that 'bout?" Bakugo grumbled tiredly, pulling your body closer in a tight hold. With a gentle kiss to his head and some back scratches, you sighed. "Its time for me to go baby.. I'm sorry." Just as he leaned his head up, messy hair and all, to remark about how this trip would be lame but he understood, there was a knock at the door. The two of you had separated at that point and you made sure to give Bakugo a love-filled kiss, your legs ending up being tossed over his once again.

"Who the fuck is here?" Is what came out of his mouth right as your lips parted, his speech now back to normal and not gruff from sleep. "I told you it was time for me to go, Kiri is here to pick me up so we can get on our way." Your sentence was followed by a small frown as you stood from the bed, hair a mess and sleep riddling your features. In the process of making your way to the door you heard.. crackeling coming from behind you. "Shitty hair is going with you!?"

Right as he said this, you had opened the door for Kirishima, his sharp teeth shining through his huge grin. "What's up Baku-bro!" He greeted the literally steaming blond as he pulled you into a hug and ruffled your hair. Another loud crack rang out. "What do you think you're doing with (Y/N)!"

You raised your eyebrows as you glanced back at your boyfriend. "Ka-chan.. I'm going on a family trip, you know that." The chuckled that followed your remark made the poor boy even more confused and angry. "Uh, yeah, so why is he going with you!?" Kirishima and you both looked to eachother, looked to Bakugo, and then back at eachother. You had to stifle your giggle as to not make him any more frustrated. "Baby, do.. do you not know?" Kiriahima let out an amused laugh. "Dude, (Y/N) is my twin! Younger by 2 minutes, but my little sister none the less!"

Oh, oh, oh. Both you and your brother could see that, as his eyes looked back and forth from each of you, the pieces started to click. The always cheerful outlook on life, the determination, the fact that you both got along with eachother like you had.. known eachother your whole lives. And finally, the smile. You both sported the same toothy, ear to ear grin.

You ended up having to shake Bakugos shoulder lightly. "Bakugo..?" He was in a state of shock, racking his brain for any of the reasons he didn't see this before. Once he snapped out of it and his eyes met yours, he crossed his arms. "I-I totally already knew that! Just go and enjoy your trip with Shitty hair!" Kirishimas chuckle filled the room as you pulled Bakugo up into a hug and snuggled into his neck. "I'm not gonna enjoy it as much as I would if you were there.." You whispered, your own giggle soon following. Before he could push you off in a flustered defence, you gave him a quick goodbye kiss and pulled away to join Kiri in the door way, but not before snatching his hoodie he had worn that day.

"Bye baby, I'll take lots of pictures for you!" Was your quick goodbye, as you could start to hear crackles again. Bakugo would need all the time of the 3 day weekend to process this information. Just as you and Kirishima had started your journey down the hall and out of the dorm building, you heard a familiar voice yelling.

"I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS IF SHE DOESNT COME BACK SAFE, SHITTY HAIR!!"

Just as you guys were on the road, both you and Kirishimas phones started blowing up. Each of you got mixed responses of "I knew it!" And "you guys are TWINS?"

Welp, now everyone actually knows, even if it was pretty damn obvious from the beginning to you two.