#why do people spell it bakugou

[kiromiix]

love4eva

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cw: modern au, high school/ college au (goes back and forth) football player bakugou, childhood friends to lovers / enemies to lovers(?) angst (kinda) eventual smut. not proofread bc I'm lazy, sorry if theres any mis spells.

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you and bakugou's friendship had always been a bit weird? your mothers were friends when they were younger and they never grew apart, you and bakugou being forced to grow up together and naturally became friends. Most people wouldn't expect you to be friends since you were complete opposites, you with a bubbly and bright personality while him on the other hand wasn't that friendly and was only really popular because of his good looks and the fact he was on the football team but beside that you two had a close bond nobody could come between..

senior year of high school~

"y/n!! hurry up were going to be late" Ochaco exclaimed, you mina and ochaco were all hanging out getting ready to go to the first football game of the season, "yes yes hold on guys I can't find a cute outfit to wear" you said, you've been looking for a good outfit to wear for the past 15 minutes even though the theme was neon you just couldn't seem to find any cute neon colors in your closet. "ugh y/n just wear this !" mina said while tossing you a bright pink off the shoulder shirt, "okay okay I'm ready lets go.." you said while throwing the shirt on.

Ochaco was on driving duty tonight as she was probably the best driver out of you three, you were all in the car blasting music singing along to the loud pop music you all liked. "y/n is bakugou playing tonight?" mina asked "oh uhm I don't really know.." you lied. you knew he was playing tonight but for a while now the girls have been teasing you about how close you are with bakugou, although you've always been close now that your both older the girls are convinced your secretly dating or something.

The car pulled into the back lot of school driving around in circles looking for a parking spot, as you all got out and made your way to the student section of the bleachers. You all met up with some more of your friends pushing your way to get to the front of the stands.

As the game went on you guys were 25-2 as of right now, most of your friends were mainly chatting it up and taking photos using the football game as just another hangout place. While you in the other hand couldn’t take your eyes off the field, carefully watching the blonde boy in the jersey number 53, he was the schools star player even with his bad attitude and snappy comments towards everyone they all still loved him and praised him, with him on the team their was no chance of losing the game.

and of course you guys won the game, no surprise to anyone.

“y/n !! come on we’re all going out to eat” Mina said while trying to grab your arm, “hold Mina I can meet you guys there, I’ll be back” you said while flashing them a smile and walking towards the middle of the field, where you found bakugou chugging down water with his teammates surrounding him. “hey good job on scoring the winning point” you said as you got closer to him, “yea well what’d you expect, I always win” he said while smirking and walking up to you as you rolled your eyes at his snarky remark, “kirishima and ida said they were leaving with the girls for food, why didn’t you go?” the blonde boy said while using a towel to wipe the sweat dripping off his face, “oh well I knew you wouldn’t go unless I quite literally came and grabbed you..so here I am” you said while shrugging and kicking at the dirt, he looked up at quirking a eyebrow and shoving his stuff in his bag, you knew bakugou and you knew how complicated he could be, even though you’ve known him for 18 years now, he was still difficult to read. “sooo do you wanna go? I mean you did win it should be a victory celebration” you said while awkwardly smiling, “okay yes I’ll go but only to get you to shut up” he said while getting up and walking away, you just looked down and started following him.

You and Bakugou walk into the pizza shop all your friends were meeting in, “y/n !!! You finally made it!! ” Mina said enthusiastically while running up to you and pulling you in a hug, “oh and you're here to bakugou, congrats on winning” the pink haired girl said while glancing at bakugou. She grabbed your arm and started walking towards the table, bakugou following behind. As you settled down next to Mina, Bakugou squeezed himself in-between you and dinky.

You could hear the boys having they're own separate conversations about the game and just other random stuff as you and the girls talked.

"so y/n.. are you going to prom with anyone?" mina said while picking around at her pizza, "guys come on that's not until like two months, I think I have some time.." you said while sipping on your bubbly soda, Even though it was only your guys junior year your friends were so set on making prom some big thing, and your just played along without complaint to make things easier for them.

"well what about you guys? have you thought of asking any girls to prom yet?" mina said while turning to face the boys, she’s always been so blunt with her questions making sure she got all the gossip, why's she so stuck on this prom thing right now.. you thought to yourself, but you couldn't help yourself from being a little curious on what a particular blonde had to say about her question.

"yea right I'm not asking anyone" he said while scoffing.

of course he's not.

"come on bakugou! they're has to be one girl you think is attractive" dinky said while shoving his shoulder.

"no! why would I waste my time on having to worry about some stupid girl"

apart of you was just a bit disappointed in how he answered.

As the night ended and everyone was walking out the pizza place you and bakugou walking side by side, "hey did you bring your car?" he asked you, "hm?, no I didn't I left it at my house..mina drove us." you said while fiddling with your dangling phone charm, "ill give you a ride let's go." the blonde boy said while walking ahead pulling out his car keys.

The whole ride back to your house was mainly silent, Just some comments here and their as he blasted his music, you knew that bakugou didn't like to talk that much after his football games, you could never quite figure out if It was because he was tired or he just wanted some silence.

"what are you doing tomorrow?" you ask looking up from your phone,

"hm? nothing, why?" he answered, eyes moving to glance over at you.

"lets go to the mall, I need to look for some things I need." you say even though it was partially just a excuse to see him on a weekend.

"ok I'll pick you up at 3." the blonde says while pulling into your driveway.

As you pulled into your driveway, you took your keys out of your purse unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out the car, bakugou following you to the steps of your front door which he never did, usually he would just pull to the sidewalk and say goodbye as you got out the car. He followed you up to the steps of your house before grabbing you by the waist and pressing his lips against yours.

the kiss was short, as he quickly let go before muttering a soft "sorry." and getting back into the car and driving off, leaving you shocked on your front porch.

He didn't pick you up the next day to go with him to the mall.

chapter one end.

ok !!! this concludes chapter one of love4eva!!! (pls be nice this is my first ff) anywayyy yes a cliff hanger. and if your wondering why he's kissing them already well it ties into the plot of the college arc and it will all make sense later *wink wink*plus this is taking place at senior year and reader and bakugou have known each other since forever so its not like he jus met her lolsies. Well I hope you like it and I already have chapter 2 half way finished ^^

[fatkish]

Funny (Y/N) x MHA

Inside the teachers lounge:

(Y/n): *looking at Aizawa from across their desks* choke me with your thighs daddy.

Aizawa: no

Vlad and Hizashi: *spits out drinks*

All Might: *chokes as blood spills from his mouth*

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All might: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves?

Aizawa: Milfs.

(Y/n): Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves.

All might: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for???

Hizashi: Mom in late forties, dad in late fourties.

Hizashi: I learned that from the movie called M.I.L.F that I saw the trailer of in theaters probably 5 to 7 years ago.

(Y/n): Mom/dad I'd Love to Fuck.

All might: WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK—

All might: I NEVER REALIZED IT WAS ACTUALLY HORNY!

Hizashi: Oh, is it not mom in late fouries?

Aizawa: What? No! It isn't!

Hizashi: THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME!

(Y/n): Hizashi...

Hizashi: THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS IT JUST HAD A SLIGHTLY SEXUAL CONNOTATION!

(Y/n): I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you.

Hizashi: ALL MIGHT, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION!

All might: The word milf has been ruined for me.

Aizawa: THAT'S ITS DEFINITION, IT CAN'T BE RUINED THAT'S WHAT IT MEANS!

(Y/n): Y'all are dumbasses.

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Midnight: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.

Hizashi: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?

Aizawa: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.

(Y/n): Guys

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All might: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?

(Y/n): *sighing* Aizawa.

Aizawa: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die.

Hizashi: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.

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*Bakusquad is learning CPR on a test dummy*

(Y/n): So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?

Kirishima: No, (Y/n). They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.

(Y/n): No, that’s not part of it—

Mina: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?

Denki: I would want to live with no legs.

Bakugou: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Sparky. You don’t do anything.

(Y/n): All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him.

Kirishima: *pumps frantically*

(Y/n): Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.

Sero: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?

Bakugou: How’s that gonna help you Tape arms?

Sero: I will divide and then count to it.

Bakugou: Right.

(Y/n): Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?

Denki: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

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Y/n), on the phone: Uh. . Hey, Hizashi , i uh, I’ve been stabbed.

All Might: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?

(Y/n): Wait- You aren’t Hizashi . Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you-

All Might: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE SOMEONE ALONE THATS BEEN STABBED.

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Aizawa: Your smug self-assuredness is revolting.

(Y/n): I think we need to validate self confidence more, lest you end up angry at others for having even a sliver of it. I've done nothing wrong and I have a heart of gold.

Vlad king: I think this message is extremely valid, but also (Y/n) has implied wanting to set off the Yellowstone supervolcano, so what's the truth?

(Y/n): I want to set it off.

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(Y/n): Why are you like this??

Aizawa: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Dabi: I'm trash.

(Y/n): As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Dabi:

Dabi: You smooth motherfucker.

Dabi: And yes it does.

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(Y/n): Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Aizawa: You always act stupid.

Aizawa:

Aizawa: Wait…

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Twice: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Dabi:

Dabi: I'm gonna tell them.

(Y/n): Don't you dare.

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Toga: You really believe in (Y/n)?

Tomura: Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

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Kurogiri: I had to pick up (y/n) early.

Mr. Compress: That’s alright. Have they been sick?

Tomura: No, not sick, they’re just very upset because they’ve had a hard day.

Dabi: Wait, why did they have a hard day?

Tomura: They took their two pet snails to school with them today, and they had the snails in their book bag. They let out the snails by the sink in the back of the classroom for some exercise, and some kid, who was visiting the class that day, thought they were snails that had come inside from the playground, so they threw (y/n)’s snails out the window.

Dabi: Oh my god.

Kurogiri: I know you are laughing, guys, but please act sad about it when they get home today.

Dabi: I’ll try but that is hilarious.

Tomura: Yeah, I know. Stupid pet snails.

Tomura: I’m trying not to let (y/n) see me laugh.

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(Y/n): Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Aizawa and I are dating.

Nedzu, Hizashi, All Might, and Aizawa: *gasp*

(Y/n): Aizawa, why are you surprised?!

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(Y/n), about Hizashi and Aizawa: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Aizawa: Excuse me, (Y/n)?

(Y/n): You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Hizashi: ...

Nedzu: I ship it!

All Might: CAN YOU NOT?

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(Y/n): Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water??

Nedzu: Y- you were putting it in cold water??

Aizawa: (Y/n). Answer the question, (Y/n).

(Y/n): Yeah??? I thought people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. didn't realize there was an actual reason.

(Y/n): Plus you think I have the patience to boil water?

Nedzu: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes??

Aizawa: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it?

Nedzu: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove?

Aizawa: It takes less than a minute.

Nedzu: Is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun???

Aizawa: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove?

Nedzu: Like seven minutes??

All Might: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes... less than that if you use a saucepan!

Aizawa: Why are you putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? All Might? Your stove is enchanted!

(Y/n): Every single person here is a fucking lunatic.

Hizashi: Do none of you own a fucking kettle?!

[thebunnednun]

LOYALTY [Chapter 6]

Katsuki Bakugou x Sugar Baby! Reader

Summary:

You're running out of time.

Songs: Money by Cardi B Streets by Doja Cat

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You blink, snapping back to reality, and glance toward the source of the voice. Your manager stands there, a cancer stick dangling from his lips, a smirk playing on his features. But as you catch the way the blonde guy’s fiery glare zeroes in on him, your manager hesitates, taking an involuntary step back, the smirk faltering for just a second.

Without thinking, you place your hand over his heart to calm him, to offer some reassurance. But the moment your palm meets his chest, you freeze. ‘Holy shit!’ His heart is racing—pounding so hard it startles you. ‘Dear God, please don’t let him die here with me on top of him.’ The intensity of it continues to send a jolt through you, and for a split second, you consider pulling your hand away. But instead, you keep it there, feeling the strong, rapid rhythm beneath your fingers.

A soft breath escapes you, realizing the effect this moment has had on him—on both of you. With a steadying breath, you slowly peel yourself away from him, the connection lingering even as you step back.

“I’m hilarious,” you retort to your manager, a playful edge to your voice as you regain your composure. You give him a look that’s both a warning and a tease, letting him know you’re not in the mood for his games right now.

Your manager raises his hands in mock surrender, a chuckle escaping him as he takes another drag from his cigarette. "Sure thing, doll. Just don’t get too caught up, yeah?" 

‘Fucking bastard!’

‘Fucking bastard.’

You don’t bother responding, your focus already shifting back to the group, the energy of the room buzzing once more as you slip back into the role you’ve perfected. But as you rejoin the others, you can still feel the lingering heat from where his heart beat so fiercely against your palm, a reminder that you had some unfinished business. 

But as soon as the opening beats of Cardi B's "Money" hit the speakers, the spell is broken. You pull yourself into the princess persona you created and begin to slowly bounce and step along with the beat. 

Bakugou stays rooted in place for a moment, watching as you step back into your role. But he can’t bring himself to watch this one, not with the way the song and your movements suggest a confidence that’s about more than just performance. He knows you have a job to do, but he doesn’t want to see you like this, not in front of other people. The thought of another man watching you, admiring you the way he has, makes something uncomfortable coil in his chest.

Without another word, he slides six grand onto the stage before making his way back to the bar, trying to put some distance between himself and the stage. He nurses a whiskey, eyes occasionally flicking back to you as you work the crowd.

It’s clear to him that you’re different with the women. There’s a lightness to your movements, a comfort in how you tease them, accepting their dollars with a smile. But it’s not the same as with the men, especially him. With them, you keep your distance, keeping the illusion alive but never fully closing the gap.

It’s subtle, but Bakugou notices, each stolen glance confirming what he suspected. You’re more at ease around women, more in control. When those men try to control your attention you don’t reward them. He finds himself wondering why, piecing together the little details he’s gathered about you.

From his seat at the bar, he can see the energy between you and your friends as you mouth the lyrics, moving in sync with one another. There’s a camaraderie there, a sense of trust and understanding that’s palpable, even to him. And as he watches, he can’t help but feel a pang of something unidentifiable—admiration, maybe, or something more complicated.

The song’s aggressive beat contrasts sharply with the way you handle yourself, the confidence in your movements underscoring that, despite everything, you’re in control. Even when you’re playing a role, there’s an undeniable strength in how you hold yourself.

Bakugou swirls the whiskey in his glass, glancing over at you again. He can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to you than what he’s seen tonight, more than what you’ve let anyone else see. And for reasons he doesn’t quite understand, that makes him want to learn more.

But for now, he settles back into his seat, content to steal glimpses of you while keeping a safe distance, letting you do what you need to do, all while feeling that unmistakable pull toward you.

As Bakugou leans back at the bar, his thoughts churn. The way you sang the lyrics to Cardi B’s “Money” so passionately had him wondering if you really loved money that much. But the way you moved, the fierce energy in your eyes, made him doubt that simple answer. 

He knew there was more to it. A top 10 Pro Hero had left you, and that piece of information gnawed at him. He’d done some digging, but every time he searched for any past addresses linked to you in Japan, that other guy’s name popped up—your ex, the one the police mentioned had a history of abusing you.

Bakugou had looked him up too. The police might be idiots, but he wasn’t so easily fooled. Thanks to Kirishima’s quick thinking, he’d run your fingerprints through his personal database before destroying the cup. He didn’t need anyone else knowing what he did. And even if, later on, you told him you didn’t care if people knew,it was your choice whether to reveal your work in the club and online.

It was a strange thought, considering you never sold nudes or adult films. You never stripped down to more than a bikini. It was clear you value your privacy and had firm boundaries.

But what he found out about you shocked him. You were a foreigner here on a work visa, a registered Pro Hero. That floored him. A Pro Hero working in a strip club… why? He knew he wasn’t owed an answer, but damn it, he wanted to know why.

You were young, in your twenties, like him. You were in great shape, and with the strength you’d shown when you pushed him down earlier, he was sure you could handle yourself. Hell, you could probably throw that mammoth, Kirishima, if you wanted to! 

So what the fuck happened?

His thoughts drifted back to your ex. Why did that wimp want to kill you? Yeah, he’d looked him up too—that sappy-ass loser, a poser who couldn’t even do the job himself. What kind of idiot delivers his own murder device?

Unless… What if it was just to scare you? 

What if it was a trick to get you to retaliate, to get the cops involved and make the whole thing public like you feared? What if he had something on you, something that made it impossible for you to use your hero license, forcing you to work here instead?

The more Bakugou thought about it, the more the pieces started to come together. If that were the case, what was that bitch of an ex really planning to do? What did he have over you that kept you in this life, dancing for money and doing sultry streams instead of being out there, saving lives like you were clearly capable of doing?

He took another sip of his whiskey, eyes narrowing as he watched you on stage, the gears in his mind turning. There was something deeper going on here, something that made him want to dig even further, to understand what had brought you to this point. And for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he found himself wanting to protect you, to figure out a way to help, even if you didn’t think you needed it.

He really needed to get his heart checked out, finally. 

As the song wound down, Bakugou assumed it was over, but he couldn’t really tell with the hurricane of dollar bills and coins raining down on you and your friends. The stage was a mess of cash and glittering lights, obscuring his view as the crowd went wild. Some of your friends pulled out big trash bags, efficiently collecting the money while you grabbed a broom, doing your best to sweep the stage clean. Katsuki ordered a water and drank it slowly, trying to counteract the alcohol that was still buzzing in his veins.

Despite the chaos, he noticed how you deftly handled the crowd. Several people tried to stuff money into your clothes, but you just snatched it away, playing into the bratty persona you’d crafted online. It was shocking, really—how well you played the spoiled, mean girl while keeping those men drooling for more. Maybe that was your quirk after all, he thought. He didn’t know, and right now, it didn’t matter.

All he knew was that his heart hadn’t stopped racing since he met you. And like a drug, he needed more. There was something about you that pulled him in, made him want to dig deeper, to uncover the real you beneath all the layers of performance and secrecy. He left money for his tab on the counter, ordered a water bottle, and then made his way to the back, waiting for you.

As he leaned against the wall, watching the door to the private rooms, he felt an unfamiliar tension building in his chest. He had no idea what he was going to say to you, or if he even had the right to ask the questions that had been piling up in his mind. But one thing was clear—he wasn’t leaving this place until he had some answers.

Meanwhile–

Megumi worked swiftly with the vacuum, sucking up every dollar that fluttered on the stage, while the rest of you—eight in total, including Megumi's boyfriend and Eraza's girlfriend, who'd been blending into the crowd—hauled the bags to the trunk of their cars. You had the DJ, Freddy, close the curtains the moment the show ended, and now you were all stuffing your purses with decoy money, just in case things went south.

The plan was set: pay the house fees, none of the "protection" crap, and then quit. Tonight was your last night here. You were all moving to that new club, the one for pro heroes.

Well… maybe not you. 

Freddy, the DJ—honestly too sweet for a place like this—came to warn you that the boss had "Big Ricky" waiting for you in your usual spot. The mention of Ricky made your blood run cold. He was the guy that would pretend to be all sweet before beating the girls senseless.

You handed Freddy your purse full of money, insisting he take it, even as he tried to shove it back. You hugged him quickly, taking his business card from his back pocket. You knew they’d break his sweet face if they found out he’d warned you all and he’d have a better chance at the new club than you would. 

Why all this trouble? Your second day you found out, this wasn’t just a strip club. It was a front for dirty dealings—stolen goods, drugs, if you could name it, it was probably on the bathroom walls. Majority of the other dancers participated in the sex work, but your group was the last one standing—the only ones "unowned" by your boss, Yuji Tanaka. The only one’s he had nothing incriminating on to keep them there. He would’ve gotten rid of all of you by now if you all didn’t bring in such big spenders. 

Eraza and Megumi were gonna leave with their partners, Casey dashed to the backroom to grab her things, her usual gun in tow. That left you, Michael, and Diamond—Kimiko—without a car. Michael all but ordered Kimiko to go with the others, and Freddy decided now was a good time to offer her a ride. "No funny business!" he added, but they couldn’t chase all the cars at once.

You Told everyone to regroup at the local church parking lot. They wouldn’t think to look there. Then you would change drivers of the cars to further throw them off and use old costumes from the dressing room. You were different people everyday anyway, how hard could it be?

They looked at you in shock and disbelief as Casey came back and you instituted it was the only way. Micheal nodded behind you, there was no other option. Some protests began, but Eraza's boyfriend reminded everyone the engines were running, and you all dashed for it. Not a dollar was left on the stage when you did. It was funny how clean the place looked now.

The curtains split open, but you didn’t wait to see the look on Nick's face. You and Michael took the back stairs to the lap dance section, where she quickly peeled off to take care of her regulars. Just as you were about to continue, you remembered the money in the ceiling and personal items you left in the locked drawer. 

“Shit!”

You could hear footsteps behind you. Michael had a pink stun gun hidden in her wing, just in case there was trouble—she’d be fine. Plus, you’d seen her bench at the gym; she could handle herself. You, on the other hand, had a different plan.

Using some nearby leftover furniture, you climbed up into the ceiling, trying not to touch anything too gross as you crawled through the dark, the trash bags crinkling beside you. You kept going until you reached the hallway where you’d last seen the ash-blond. Peeking through the tiles, you gauged the situation below, then dropped down behind him with a cat-like grace.

He was surveying the area tensely, every muscle coiled as if ready to spring into action. You felt a flutter of nerves as you reached out and gently tugged his jacket.

"Uh, hey," you tried to manage casually, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you felt.

Bakugou turned around, completely shocked to see you standing there. His eyes widened as if he couldn’t quite believe you’d just appeared out of nowhere. Before he could utter a word, you sighed heavily, grabbing his wrist firmly.

"Look, I don't have a lot of time, but I need your help. Follow me," you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Without waiting for a response, you began dragging him down the hallway, your grip on his wrist strong and unyielding. He followed, too stunned to protest, his mind racing with a million questions. What the hell was going on? Why did you need his help? And why did it feel like whatever was happening was serious?

You led him into the bathroom, pushing open a secret door that led into one of the empty lap dance rooms. The dim lighting barely illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows along the walls. Bakugou’s eyes darted around, trying to take in everything at once, but it was clear from the look on your face that whatever was going down took precedence over his questions.

You all but threw him into a chair, keeping the lights off in the room. The sudden buzz in your bra made you pause. You pulled out your phone, seeing that the other girls had already gotten away and were sharing their locations with each other. Before you could drop yours, Michael texted that she was finishing up and hiding out back, waiting for you because she had a taxi on the way.

You quickly texted back, giving yourself a ten-minute window, before sliding your phone back into your bra. When you looked up, Bakugou's intense red eyes were trained on you, his gaze filled with confusion and concern.

"I think we know who we are, don't we?" you said, your voice low but steady, breaking the silence that had settled over the room.

Bakugou's breath hitched for a moment as he processed your words. Everything about this situation screamed danger, but the way you looked at him, the way you moved with such purpose—it stirred something in him. This wasn’t the time for his usual bravado. Instead, he simply nodded, acknowledging the unspoken truth that had been hanging between you since that night at the police station.

"Spill, princess," Bakugou demanded, his voice gruff but edged with genuine concern.

"Please don't call me that." You flinched at the nickname, as if his words had physically hurt you. The reaction made him frown, hard. A deep crease forming between his brows. He hadn’t meant to upset you, and seeing you react like that unsettled him.

Without a word, he passed you the water bottle he had been holding, a silent gesture of peace. You took it gently from his hands, your fingers brushing against his for a brief moment. The touch was brief, but it left an imprint on both of you. You inspected the bottle as if checking it for any hidden intentions before unscrewing the cap and finishing it in one shot. The cold water was a small comfort, grounding you as you prepared to open up.

"So you already know who I am. I'm assuming you're Ground Zero, right?" you asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the tension in your voice.

Bakugou stiffened, the name hitting him like a jolt. He nodded slowly, confirming your suspicion. His mind was racing, trying to piece together what you might be about to tell him. He opened his wallet and slid you his pro hero license. You looked it over and used the condensation of your fingers to wipe over it and make sure it was legit before sliding it back. 

"Look," you began, your voice softer now, almost hesitant. "How you spend your time off duty is on you. Thank you for the save earlier and for being a good client, but I'm in a lot of deep shit—other than the shitty ex—and I need your help."

He leaned forward slightly, his full attention on you. “Go on.”

Taking a deep breath, you began to explain everything. How you ended up in this mess, the reasons behind your current situation, and what was happening right now.

"I was a registered pro hero, once," you started, your voice trembling slightly as you delved into the past. "I came here on a work visa after graduating, ready to start my career. But things didn't go as planned. My ex—he’s not just a shitty old flmae. He’s dangerous. He’s been controlling, manipulative... abusive. He’s a pro hero too, and not exactly the type to go down in a fight.”

As you spoke, Bakugou’s frown deepened. He could see the pain and frustration in your eyes, the weight of your words heavy in the room.

“Longer story short, he kicked me out and I couldn’t find another job. I was isolated, scared, and... I didn’t have anyone to turn to. I ended up here, doing this,” you gestured vaguely around the room, “because I needed to survive. But this place... it’s not just a strip club. There’s shady shit happening here. Stolen crap, drugs, sex, whatever. My group refused to hand over the cash haul tonight and now we’re on the run.”

Bakugou clenched his fists, the thought of someone like you being trapped in this kind of life making his blood boil. You continued, unaware of the storm brewing inside him.

“I need to get out, but it’s not that easy. Tonight, we planned to quit. But there’s a chance I’ll be caught before we can leave. The boss has people watching us, and if they find out what we’re doing... it won’t end well.”

You paused, looking down at your hands, which were now trembling slightly. “I need your help. I don’t know who else to trust, and I’m running out of options.” You sniffed and tried to bite your cheek to keep the tears forming in your eyes from spilling. 

Bakugou exhaled slowly, his mind reeling from everything you’d just told him. He hadn’t expected this when he walked into the club tonight. But as much as the situation was fucked up, there was no way he was going to leave you to deal with it alone.

“What do you need?”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and once again for the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for the first time took notice of how nice they were. "I'm sure Nick is still trying to find the money from the first performance. I know it's petty to just not leave it, but we worked hard for it, and you contributed too!"

Bakugou felt his ears get hot at that. The compliment caught him off guard, and he could feel the heat creeping up his neck.

"I know you're not the best with people from your interviews and whatnot, but you're great at rescue missions. I have a spare janitor's uniform in the back and two trash bags. I left my personal stuff in a cabinet and—" You turned around, fishing a small key out of your top, then turned back to see Bakugou’s face tilted toward the ceiling, clearly trying to give you some privacy.

"Hey, don't leave yourself exposed," you said, your voice firm but with a hint of a smile. "But I need my personal stuff. I ran here after the station, and I had my day job's crap on me. You’ll basically pretend to take out the trash, but one bag will be me and my stuff, and the other will be the money."

Bakugou lowered his gaze back to you, processing your plan. Before he could get a full sentence out, the door burst open with a loud crash.

You both whipped around to see a large, burly man standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. It was Big Ricky, one of the club’s enforcers, and the menacing aura he gave off was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.

Bakugou instinctively stepped in front of you, his posture tense, ready for a fight. "What's your problem, asshole?" Bakugou growled, his voice low and dangerous, already on edge from everything that had happened tonight.

Big Ricky’s eyes flicked between the two of you, clearly sizing up the situation. “Boss wants to see you, princess,” he sneered, ignoring Bakugou’s question entirely and focusing on you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the plan you’d just formulated now hanging by a thread. You knew you didn’t have much time before everything went sideways.

“We were just heading that way,” you said, trying to sound calm, even as your mind raced for a way out. You gave Bakugou a quick glance, hoping he’d catch on to what you were about to do.

Bakugou’s eyes flashed with understanding. “Yeah, but we need to make a stop first. Girl’s got some stuff to pick up,” he said, his tone cold and authoritative, daring Big Ricky to challenge him.

Ricky hesitated, clearly not expecting Bakugou to be so bold. “Boss didn’t say anything about that,” he said, though there was uncertainty in his voice now.

“Then the boss can wait,” Bakugou shot back, his voice firm. 

Bakugou didn’t miss a beat. As Big Ricky continued to size the two of you up, he scoffed loudly, crossing his arms over his chest with a dramatic flair that surprised even you.

“What the hell is this?” Bakugou barked, his tone dripping with indignation. “I drop stacks in this place every time I walk in, and this is how I’m treated? Like some fucking nobody?”

You turned to Bakugou, eyes wide, momentarily stunned by his performance. It was as if he’d smoked something strong and was high on his own dramatics. But then you caught the look in his eyes—a silent plea for you to play along.

Realizing what he needed, you quickly slipped into the role, your expression turning icy. “Is this how you treat your best customers?” you chimed in, crossing your arms and adding a touch of haughtiness to your voice. “I’d think twice before coming back here if this is how you run things.”

The two of you made such a ruckus that it wasn’t long before the boss himself, Yuji Tanaka, appeared in the doorway. His expression was one of irritation mixed with curiosity as he took in the scene before him.

“What’s going on here?” Tanaka demanded, his gaze flicking between you, Bakugou, and Big Ricky.

“He says she owes him a lap dance or some shit,” Big Ricky muttered, trying to deflect the tension onto you.

Tanaka’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you feared he might see through the charade. But then he sighed, clearly more interested in keeping his high rollers happy than dealing with whatever drama was unfolding. “Fine,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “One dance, then baby doll has to take care of something for me. Clear?”

“Crystal,” you spat, glaring at Tanaka with enough venom to make it believable. As soon as the words left your mouth, the lights dimmed, and the door clicked shut behind the two of you.

“I better hear that music!” Tanaka’s voice echoed from the hallway, making your heart race even faster.

Swallowing hard, you rushed over to the speakers and plugged in your phone, quickly selecting Doja Cat’s “Streets” on loop. You knew those old geezers outside wouldn’t notice if it played twice, but three times? That was pushing it, and you couldn’t afford to test your luck tonight.

As the sultry beats filled the room, you turned back to Bakugou, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over you. This was supposed to be a distraction, but now it felt too real. You took a step closer to him, trying to ignore the pounding of your heart.

Bakugou’s red eyes were locked on you, intense and focused. You could see the gears turning in his head, questions swirling just beneath the surface.

“Before we do anything,” he began, his voice low and steady, “I’ve got some questions.”

You bit your lip, knowing that time was ticking away but also understanding that he needed answers to trust you fully. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music. “Ask away.”

Bakugou didn’t waste a second. “What’s really going on here? You’ve got the boss breathing down your neck, you’ve got some shitty ex who’s out for blood, and now you’re dragging me into this mess. Why are you doing this?”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. “I didn’t want to involve anyone,” you confessed, your voice trembling slightly. “But I’m out of options. All kinds of shit is going down and I’m stuck in the middle of it.”

Bakugou’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent, letting you continue.

“I was trying to save enough to get out, to disappear for good. But then my ex found me, and everything went to hell. I don’t have a choice. I need to get my stuff, get the money we earned tonight, and get the hell out of here before they catch on.”

The raw honesty in your voice seemed to soften Bakugou’s expression, though his eyes still burned with determination. “And you think sneaking out in a fucking trash bag is gonna work?”

“It’s the best plan I’ve got,” you admitted, feeling a bit foolish as the words left your mouth. “Unless you’ve got a better idea?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly torn between the urgency of the situation and the questions still swirling in his mind.

“Alright, we’ll do it your way,” he finally said, his tone begrudging but resigned. “But don’t think this means I’m done asking questions.”

You managed a small smile, the tension between you easing just a fraction. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

With the music filling the room and time running out, you hoped this dance wouldn’t be your last. And with Bakugou by your side, maybe—just maybe—you’d make it out of this mess alive.

Maybe. 

As the door suddenly swung open, you didn’t have time to think. You instinctively threw yourself into Bakugou’s lap, catching him completely off guard. His arms reflexively wrapped around you as he tried to steady both of you. Nick, standing in the doorway, scowled at the sight.

“Hey, don’t get too handsy with the merchandise,” Nick sneered, his eyes narrowing at Bakugou.

You shot Nick a glare, brimming with defiance. “Close the door,” you demanded, your voice sharp and unwavering. You didn’t wait for him to respond, your body still pressed against Bakugou’s, your heart pounding against your ribs. Maybe it was adrenaline or desperation, but you decided to give Bakugou a dance anyway, hoping it would keep up the charade just long enough.

But before you could move, Bakugou’s hands were on your shoulders, gently pushing you back. “Stop,” he said, his voice low and firm. He sat you up on the table instead, his gaze locking with yours, something unreadable flickering behind his crimson eyes.

“What if you had someone to take care of you?” he asked suddenly, the words catching you off guard.

Your eyes widened at his question. A sense of dread washed over you, freezing you in place. “No,” you whispered, shaking your head slowly. You knew where this conversation could lead, and it terrified you. “No, I can’t let that happen again.”

Bakugou inhaled deeply, his chest rising as he tried to temper his frustration. He exhaled slowly, his breath matching yours without either of you realizing it. There was something painfully familiar in his expression—an understanding that only came from experience. He wasn’t just seeing you; he was seeing a reflection of his own struggles.

He glanced at your hands for a moment, noticing the slight tremor in them before wiping the sweat off his palms on his pants. “Look, I know you don’t trust the cops,” he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “And maybe you hate pro heroes too. But…”

“But?” you prompted, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

“God, I don’t know how to say this without it sounding shitty,” Bakugou muttered, the frustration evident in his tone.

“Then just spit it out,” you urged, your impatience growing with every second.

He sighed, clearly struggling with the right words, before reaching out to take your hands in his. You hesitated, then placed your palm flat against his, just like that night behind the glass. His hands were still larger than yours, strong and capable, enveloping both of your hands in one of his.

“Look, this isn’t how I wanted to do this, but… what if I gave you a job?”

You tilted your head, confusion flickering across your face. You’d heard of his agency with Red Riot. “Like hero work? Can’t do that right now, I’m afraid.”

He blinked, a storm brewing in his eyes. His irises, a deep, fiery red, seemed to hold a world of emotions—anger, frustration, determination, and something softer, something that made your heart skip a beat. His brows furrowed, casting shadows over those intense eyes that never left yours.

“No, I mean a desk job,” he clarified, his tone softer but still resolute. “Something simple, behind the scenes.”

You shook your head, the weight of the day pressing down on you. “I can’t do that either,” you said, your voice tinged with regret. “I had a meeting with my boss this morning… and I ran into my ex in the elevator. It’s all a mess.”

Bakugou’s jaw clenched so tightly you could practically hear his teeth grinding. The muscles in his neck strained, tension radiating from his entire body. You were surprised he didn’t crack his jaw with how hard he was biting down.

“What about if I paid you to live with me?” he asked, his tone suddenly intense, like he was trying to push you toward an answer.

“Your apartment is cute, but it’s compromised. So is your little friends’ place. If they can’t find you again, they can’t release anything to the public. But I’m assuming he doesn’t want to let you go because you have something equally bad or worse on him that could end his career and put him in jail.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for your response, but before he could react, you grabbed his face in your hands, holding it firmly. You stared deeply into his eyes, searching for something, anything, that would give you a reason to trust him. His eyes, those stormy, crimson orbs, were a whirlwind of emotions—strength, vulnerability, anger, and a fierce protectiveness that made you wonder if he could really be the one to save you.

The room seemed to hold its breath as you searched his gaze, trying to decide if you could trust this man who was offering to take you away from everything you’d known, who was willing to fight for you when you didn’t know if you could fight for yourself.

Bakugou didn’t flinch under your scrutiny. Instead, he let you see everything—the pain, the regret, the resolve. It was as if he was saying, 

“I’m not perfect, but I’m here. I’ll be here.”

Fuck, that was a whole lot more than you ever had before. 

“Let’s entertain the idea of me living with you. What did you have in mind?”

You could hear the door starting to rattle, and a wave of panic surged through you. Without a second thought, you pulled Bakugou’s face into your chest, shielding him from view. As you pressed him close, Ricky felt the sudden, sharp impact of your heel against Nick’s face, followed by another swift heel.

“Get out!” you shouted, your voice echoing with desperation. You snatched your heels back, glaring fiercely as you slammed the door shut and locked it. It wouldn’t hold for long, you knew, but it bought you a moment.

Bakugou, still flushed and bewildered, looked up at you with wide eyes. “What? First time?” you asked, noticing his shocked expression. His pupils were dilated, and he was trying to wipe the shock from his face, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

‘ Fuck, she does smell good, ’ he thought, his senses overwhelmed by the close contact. He nodded slowly, still trying to process everything. You walk back over to him,

“Mine too.”

You slid onto his lap, shifting slightly to test his reactions. “So, I live with you and then what? You have me all to yourself?” you teased, your voice a mix of temptation and challenge. 

Bakugou shook his head quickly, his face turning even redder. “No, that’s not what I meant,” he said, his voice strained. “Do you always offer your personal home to civilians in trouble or am I just that special?”

“It’s just you,” he replied firmly, “Because I know I could protect you better than any of those other fuckers.”

You sat on his waist, starting to grind softly, feeling the tension in his body as he tried to keep control.Without warning, he lifts you up and places you back on the table, his movements abrupt but controlled. 

“I’m not one of them, pretty,” he said, his voice low and intense. “You can’t hide behind that persona with me. Now, are you gonna keep being stubborn or—”

Before he could finish, you slapped him hard. The sting of the impact seemed to resonate through him, and to his surprise, tears welled up in his eyes. When did he become such a punk? You hit harder than his old hag. But as he looked at your flushed face, your tired eyes, he felt a pang of guilt and a rush of protectiveness.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. He was out of his depth, and it showed.

You started to move away, but Bakugou quickly grabbed your hand again. “No, really, I am. I’m not good at this shit. My mouth gets in the way. Look, is there anything I could do to prove myself to you?”

You swallowed hard, forcing your emotions back behind a blank expression. It pains him how easily you do that. “First, if we’re gonna do this, I’d rather do it like a sugar baby relationship. That would ironically make it easier for me right now. No sex.”

“None needed,” he confirmed quickly.

“Good. And no falling in love. Also, give me your hero license.”

Bakugou stiffened at that request, his eyes narrowing slightly. You could see the hesitance in his eyes. But before you could even react, he had already pressed the cool metal into your palm. You didn’t even see him open his wallet to retrieve it. You tuck it into your top and cross your arms.

“What's your condition?” you ask, your gaze steady as you looked up at him. With your heels off, you were shorter, and the fire in your eyes was even more apparent.

“You have to trust me,” he added, his tone firm.

“Trust isn’t given, it’s earned,” you said, your voice suspicious.

“Trust me, princess, I know that better than anyone else,” Bakugou replied. “But right now, I need you to trust me and to know I can trust you, or neither of us is going to make it out alive tonight.”

You bit your plump lip, staring deeply into his eyes, challenging him to prove his sincerity. Katsuki held your gaze, his eyes dark and intense, a silent battle of wills playing out between you. 

He was right, now without the heels, you were even shorter than he thought and your eyes burned like a wildfire, like you were daring him, and Katsuki stares like he's daring you right back.

The raw honesty in his voice made you pause. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, meet yours with a steely determination. You feel the intensity of the moment, a palpable tension that crackles between you. Emotions flickering wildly within your chest and you feel like a dragon. The unspoken question lingers in the air:

‘What if you fuck me over?’

The tension in your body is visible as you weigh his words and your lack of options. Your gaze remains steady, daring him to prove himself, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with equal intensity, as if daring you to see past the angry facade. 

“Deal?” he asked finally, his voice steady despite the tension.

“Deal,” you responded, your voice barely more than a whisper.

You both shook on it, a silent agreement sealed between you. Bakugou then scooped you up, carrying you as if you were weightless, and stood on the table. With a grunt of effort, he pushed the ceiling tiles aside, revealing the escape route.

“I hope this plan works,” you said, your voice filled with a mix of hope and anxiety.

“Me too,” Bakugou replied, his voice firm with determination.

As you both prepared to make your escape, the urgency of the situation was palpable. The night had been a whirlwind, and as you climbed through the opening, you could only hope that this risky plan would lead to safety.

"THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!"   

"SHOOT THEM!"

BANG! BANG!

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I really hope my ask won't be seen as mean, hope to word correctly....bc your last post about how Eri and Shig do share some common ground. I agree but it irks me how LoV stans use this to make shig sound not so bad.

Many fics and arts where "shig saved Eri" exists as Eri is an accessory for Shig and nothing else.

I do see the paralels here. I do wonder about the mother....did overhaul killed her?

It's very convenient for the heroes to label Eri's quirk as good ...bc if she had just decay...she would be label as having a bad quirk. Maybe the heroes wouldn't care much. (Makes me wonder where are the healing quirks or medical advancement in this world)

But while they have a similar backstory...how Izu would possible know? I sincerely ask here bc AM went radio silence regards Shig to Izu, same with Gran and the police did a really lousy investigation (I'm assuming is lousy bc we don't see what they did and whatever they did it was one time thing) and didn't share the infos with Izu.

Does Izu knows about the nomus?

Im even surprised he knows shig is TENKO...but of course, such reveal is underwealming as fuck and him and Nana don't take at all.

Izu is mistreated by the narrative and no one talks to him ever.

Not to harpy on your post bc I agree this could have been useful....but like how Izu would know anything about Shig? Unless Shig tells or Izu becames the best hacker ever...or reads mind...he can't know. Ever.

I've said this before, but the reason Izuku doesn't understand Shigaraki is because they haven't interacted enough prior to the Final War.

Their conversation at the mall was a good moment. It shows that a) Izuku has the capacity to resonate with a villain's intent AND disagree with their actions (Stain), b) Shigaraki at this point didn't have a goal or direction, and c) it IS possible for Izuku to understand why hero society is corrupt. It also highlights the differences between them, attempting to show them as complete opposites.

The mall scene was a great way to explain the dynamic between them. And it's something that should have been expanded on throughout the story.

Admittedly, I don't know how Shigaraki's backstory would come up. But I'm sure it wouldn't be a hard thing to do. Didn't All Might pull up Tenko Shimura's disappearance? Maybe Izuku figures it out on his own somehow. Idk.

But to me, it doesn't even specifically have to be Tenko's actual past. It could be an implied thing that Izuku learns from watching how people treat Eri. Hell, part of him already has a clue from his fight with Shinsou.

(One thing I actually hate about Izuku's character is his inability to acknowledge the corruption of society despite being a victim of it. He started off being able to do this with Stain, but for some reason that just went away. He studies under Endeavor, even defends him to Dabi and tells Todoroki he's ready to forgive him. Lady Nagant spelled it out for him and he just... Doesn't react. Doesn't even think about what she said. This is on Horikoshi's awful writing decisions, but it's the one criticism of Izuku that's 100% valid)

Eri shouldn't be used for Shigaraki's redemption. I honestly wouldn't want her around any of the LOV, that's putting her in danger to make another character look better. It's the same issue that I have with Aizawa making Bakugou watch her.

But I do think that Izuku's experiences with the people around him- which includes Eri- should give him a broader worldview. That's typically how development and growth work. If Izuku was going to reach out and try to save Shigaraki, it should have been with an understanding of how society failed Shigaraki.

Saving him also could have meant a lot of different things. Saving Shigaraki from AFO's influence/brainwashing wasn't a bad goal. Saving him from himself, though, is different. People have to want to change, you can't make them. You can give them support, but Izuku wasn't in a position to do so because he's, y'know, a sixteen year old who isn't even an official pro hero. Of course he wasn't equipped for this. Most actual pros wouldn't have been

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Pick - A - Pile !! (old, 10.30.21)

Hey my loves! I'm doing bi-weekly pick a piles now! While I was shuffling a bit tarot was calling my gay ass out so uHmMMM yeah!

Today we will be answering 5 questions submitted by the one and only Rozy!! If you have any  questions, you can dm me for a private reading or submit them in the comments~ The questions I use will be shouted out by the submitter.

I also put the cards I pulled for your own interpretation if you understand how tarot works <3

The 5 questions for today are...

1) Why are you not shifting? (some advice)

2) What major steps can YOU take to advance in your shifting journey?

3) How do people see you in your dr?

4) Little message from your s/o.

5) What your s/o thinks about you *when they get to know you ofc*

Breathe in.. Now breathe out...

Listen to your intuition and pick an emoji

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Hi pile 1!

Welcome to your reading! Take what resonates and leave the rest! If this pile doesn't say anything that goes with you, then try the other piles! I know everyone doing this pick a pile is supposed to be here so! 

1) Why are you not shifting? (some advice)

Cards : 2 of Swords reversed, Ace of cups reversed, Page of Pentacles.

There's a liar in your life, perhaps someone you were close to and they're bring you down in some way?? "Honesty is the best  policy". They're being unfair to you in some way? Maybe its you bringing yourself down? STOP THAT! YOU'RE LYING TO YOURSELF YOU'RE POWERFUL AND CAN SHIFT! Go on Youtube and search some shifting motivation! Now!!

2) What major steps can YOU take to advance in your shifting journey?

Cards : 2 of Swords, King of Wands reversed, Strength reversed.

Plan ahead, maybe start a shifting routine! That will help you, a lot! Look to someone with a good shifting routine for advice, don't overwork yourself so that you HAVE to do it, just some simple things. Work on your hope and desire to shift, stop just being like 'Dammit didn't shift again' KEEP TRYING DAMMIT!

3) How do people see you in your dr?

Cards : Knight of Cups, 8 of Wands reversed, Ace of Pentacles.

Maybe as someone who's famous, with a lot of money, a protector, 111% a protector, you aren't so much territorial, more as wanting to keep everything and everyone safe. Maybe you're privilaged (I CANT SPELL) but you also want to protect EVERYONE you meet no matter if they're like Bakugou or Deku.

4) Little message from your s/o.

Cards : The Moon reversed, Judgement, Ace of Swords reversed.

Stop being so fearful, I love you no matter what you look like. You're so pretty/handsome. You're so smart and I can tell. The Universe knows you deserve this and I'm sorry that it seems hard to you. Hold on, everything is gonna work out for the better. Love u lots!

5) What your s/o thinks about you *when they get to know you ofc*

Cards : 5 of Wands, 7 of Pentacles reversed, The Chariot.

You're a fighter, You don't take no for an answer and they admire you for that! You keep moving forward no matter how hard its getting, I know you can do anything you put your mind to. Pick your head up, screw it back on, and keep walking. Run. You're getting closer everyday.

Phrases and numbers: Almost there - Disney's Tiana, 3, 9, 7 ,64, 30, Halloween, IcyHot, "God help me.", "Good greef", "I need my damn music shut up"

pile 2

Welcome pile 2!

This is your reading, only take what resonates. Check out the other piles if you don't get anything from this one!

1) Why are you not shifting? (some advice)

Cards : King of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, King of Cups.

All suited cards, wow. You guys def have something going on that you're trying to fight, try to put that aside and work on shifting some more. Have more hope and try manifesting - maybe even sigils.

2) What major steps can YOU take to advance in your shifting journey?

Cards : Temperance, 8 of Cups, Knight of Swords.

Be patient, remember divine timing. You have so much to give, try some new hobbies and you are ADDICTED to trying to shift - take a break please. Over working yourself to shift and not taking a break makes it even harder to shift in my opinion, take a break this weekend.

3) How do people see you in your dr?

Cards : 8 of Pentacles, 10 of Pentacles, and 3 of Pentacles

All I'm getting is someone who's rich LMFAO!! Rich in spirit maybe? You're probably social in your dr with your family, lots of family events and shit. Hanging out with friends, I don't see you going to like high school parties or anything, just gathering with your friends.

4) Little message from your s/o.

Cards : 9 of Swords reversed, 3 of Wands, 8 of Cups reversed.

They think about you, a lot. They see you as someone smart, funny, and a little bit SPICY. They love you so much - the song Electric Love comes to mind

5) What your s/o thinks about you *when they get to know you ofc*

Cards : King of Swords reversed, 4 of Pentacles, 10 of Swords reversed

Like you're their wish, the thing they've been waiting and hoping for - FOR A LONG TIME. Maybe manifesting you just they love you and don't want to let you go. They're worried you may not like them overtime to reassure them when you shift.

Phrases and numbers: "Get your head from between your legs", "MONEYYYY", Electric Love, Denki Kaminari, I wanna be your slave, Wii Tennis *game and song*, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Hanta Sero, Eijiro Kirishima, ADHD, 444, 222, 764

pile 3

How ya doin pile 3?? *bites lip*

Remember, this is a GENERAL reading so only take what you feel resonates. Check out the other piles if you dont feel like anything resonates. Some of you guys may have been drawn to pile 2 so check that one out too. TW: ABUSE/SELF-HARM, TRAUMA.

1) Why are you not shifting? (some advice)

Cards : The Tower reversed, Page of Cups, The Hierophant reversed.

Idk why but whenever I get the Hierophant card my throat starts closing up? Idk if you feel like someones choking you out sometimes, or something. You feel like everything is against you, please don't think that - that's the reason you aren't shifting. Something is falling apart in your life, maybe take a short break for your mental health.

2) What major steps can YOU take to advance in your shifting journey?

Cards : King of Swords, 2 of Wands, The Moon.

Embrace your power, you're like the most POWERFUL PERSON EVER!  Also try and talk to some tarot readers/ mediums and ask them what you should change in your habits. You're going to shift soon tho! Success is around the corner.

3) How do people see you in your dr?

Cards : 10 of Cups reversed, 5 of Wands reversed, Page of Wands.

This is from a sibling/co-workers perspective. You're not one to argue when people are wrong, rather rant how they were wrong to yourself later, someone who would talk to a wall. They look up to you and think you're pretty cool

4) Little message from your s/o.

Cards : Justice, 3 of Cups, 5 of Wands

They see you as someone who's cool and collected. You deserve the world and you bring everyone joy when you talk to them, you probably drink in your dr so you're a little bit COOCOO

5) What your s/o thinks about you *when they get to know you ofc*

Cards : 2 of Cups, The Empress, Death.

You're the only person they trust enough to rant to ;c Sorry that's adorable. They probably look down on themselves in one way or another, and you really help them with that. They see you as royalty, they'd do almost anything for you - LIKE LITERALLY SACRIFICE THEIR LIFE - BESTIE UR INTO ANGST STOP!!

Phrases and numbers : Eijiro Kirishima, ADHD, "I love you to the moon and back", Burn - Billie Eilish, Fire signs, firey personality, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Trauma, Triggers. 3, 333, 9, any multiple of 3 thats an odd number really, the Holy Trinity.

pile 4

FINALLY PILE FOUR!! YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW HOW LONG PICK A PILES TAKE GODDAMN!!! Remember, general reading - check out the other piles if nothing resonates!

1) Why are you not shifting? (some advice)

Cards : Queen of Swords, 4 of Cups, The Hanged Man reversed.

You're manifesting shifting, and that's great! You're just not really focusing on actually TRYING to shift! Maybe you're being selfish in some part of your life. Try encouraging other people and realize everything is more than just physical, everything has a spiritual side.

2) What major steps can YOU take to advance in your shifting journey?

Cards : Knight of Wands, 5 of Wands reversed, Knight of Cups, 10 of Swords.

Realize your pain isn't your own, another person can be going through a similar thing. Open up to others and realize you're strong - you're living rn and you're still pushing to shift, Some of you guys have been on this shifting journey for almost a year - it's going to pay off. The pain in your cr isn't going to last.

3) How do people see you in your dr?

Cards : Queen of Wands, 6 of Pentacles, 9 of Wands

People are jealous of you, especially girls/women. Maybe you're hot and they want you? Bestie I would fight them for u/hj. They have no idea how hard it is for you on the inside and when they find out - they'll be supportive - I promise so many people will be there to love and support you.

4) Little message from your s/o.

Cards : 9 of Pentacles reversed, Queen of Swords, 6 of Wands.

You're not much of a planner are you? You let fate decide. You rarely have weekend plans and you just let the Universe guys you. They love how free spirited and loyal you are. I think this is how you and your s/o agree on things, fate and sometimes the spirtual like mediums and shit.

5) What your s/o thinks about you *when they get to know you ofc*

Cards :  4 of Swords, Wheel of Fortune reversed,  2 of Cups

There was a small chance they would like you and you made it - a small chance you would make them as happy as they are with you - this is adorable. Best Friend - Rex Orange Country says "I want you to think about me at night" they def do - they think about you before they go to bed, dream about you and they don't even know why at first. They probably talk to their parents or siblings about you a lot like goddamn.

Phrases and numbers: Chasing Cars - Sleeping at Last. "A dreamer, that's who I am." Hope. "STOP! I'M NOT GIVING UP!" Aries, Scorpio, lovers, physical touch, hugs, kisses, parental issues, Shoto Todoroki, "They're a little rough around the edges", "People think shes {they're} a sadist." Satan, the Devil, Dieties, Shaking, Panic Attacks in Paradise - Ashnikko, Raven method, bird watching, "Go with the shots", Chance, Halloween night, 31st, 13, 17, 7

Thank you for coming all the way down here! I hope you're enjoying your shifting journey and like - all the piles are pretty close to shifting!

[rockboywonder]

gosh bnha's epilogue is so weird dawgggg why spend so much time establishing parallels between villains and heroes, referencing the idea of reaching out to the child in them over and over again, and showing that heroes and villains aren't so different, just one group was dicked over by the system, just to deny them... any chance at redemption? i can't believe that the three characters (shigaraki, dabi, and toga) who were most primed for turning a new leaf are just. killed off? ok i know dabi is technically still alive but u get what i mean. like, you have bakugou get saved by edgeshot's open heart surgery but toga dies of blood loss? kids are able to be on the chopping block as long as they're *evil* kids? toga would have been so easy to keep alive. we never saw a confirmation on the battlefield so just have her appear in a secret hospital and uraraka visits her and they cry and hug etc. i wouldn't even consider myself a villain stan but it's such a strange way to bungle the one theme that's been there since the beginning, and a real narrative disappointment. at this point i have to wonder if the series was deliberately cut short because even if you're the most talented person alive, five chapters is SO not enough to wrap up a ten year serialization.

it's the villain deaths that perplex me so much. it wouldn't even be that bad if we had more kills for the other side. we lost midnight, who was the only hero we actually knew for a long while before her death. i am SHOCKED that hawks made it through, like, that mf should have died ages ago. similarly, i feel like if you were gonna kill dabi off, that should've spelled endeavor's death. either they both live or they dance in hell together, you know? tit for tat. also, all might is still alive? do i want all might to die? of course not but like. what was the point of that whole plot beat in the overhaul arc if he wasn't going to die in mortal combat in the final battle? im just rambling at this point. i do really like the trope of finding peace in death/dying free rather than living caged, but only when it's, yknow .... done well? why make midoriya's single driving point in the final battle saving shimura tenko if he just Dies and midoriya barely seems shaken up over it??? i am so confused about every narrative point. i can't believe there's only one chapter left. im also not looking forward to when the series wraps and people complaining about it are met with the inevitable "well, the series was always bad, you're just realizing it now!" there is so much to love in bnha, and a lot of great moments and there was just... a failure to pull it all together satisfactorily.

also i miss kirishima. do you guys miss kirishima. do you guys remember when kirishima and his relationship with bakugou was integral to the plot and their character development. you're telling me bakugou essentially dies twice and we never see his BEST FRIEND'S FEELINGS ABOUT IT. do you guys remember when these characters had relationships. where is iida

[sweet-honey-tears]

💝Gifts To and From💝

A little fun thing about what the boys would give you and what you may give them too. As always spelling is bleh🤍

Request are always welcomed!

Part Two Part Three

🦈Kirishima🦈

Kiri wouldn’t force you to get crocs, but this man will Persuade you- loving of course. He doesn’t care what color you pick, as long as you like them!

Purple, yellow, green- Whatever!

I do feel like he’d buy you the little accessor though so both of you have matching ones. Because they've gotta sell little accessories of heroes for crocs!

So both of you wouldhave like the CrimsonRiot, a Rock, smiley faces, and stuff like that on yours crocs.

He’d think it’s Manley that you both have matching ones and that you got him a little heart for his crocs.

Kiris Lock Screen in a pic of you guys toe to toe both of you wearing croc with matching accessories.

He post it on all social pages, with the captions of:

“Love my pebble”

💣Bakugou💣

Kat would buy you a necklace. It’s simple and straightforward. It’s probably a thin chain with a small charm. More than likely something that’s similar to a firework, skull, grenade or explosion.

You’re his, ya dummy, and he’s marking you as such.

“Hey dumbass! Why aren't you wearing the necklace?”

“It’s right here KitKat!” you pull it out from under your shirt. Kat would scoff, walk up to you and readjust it, making sure the chain is in the right place.

“Keep it out, I want to show people the catch he got.”

He’d probably just keep buying you jewelry randomly. Like necklaces, brackets, rings, earrings. He doesn’t give a shit what you wear- as long as you’re wearing something he gave you.

I feel like somewhere along the lines you get him a necklace too. A simple one with a red fang on it. It’s small, pretty and won’t get in his way. When you give it to him, he’d scoffs and smiles. “Hey TeddyBear” he smiled and points to the exact same one he gave you- it’s hanging from your neck. A 3 year anniversary present.

“Huh. I guess that’s why I liked this one so much!” You chirp and kiss his cheek.

Nex day, you see him wearing it. And then the next and the next and so on.

You’re watching him on the TV, he’s battling some weak villain or something. He’s not wearing the necklace. Which is fine, it’s not a part of his hero costume and if it got thrown upward, the tooth on it could probably hit his face. Ouch.

But after the fight, during an interview, you notice his hands going into his pocket- not unusual- but his right hand is moving. What’s in his pocket? It looks like he’s thumbing something. He keeps breathing in and out as the reporters keep yelling stupid shit at him, the moment in his pocket becoming faster. What in the world?

When he finally breaks away, the reporters(people filming) catches him pulling out a tooth necklace from his pocket, holding it in palm.

⬛️Sero 🟨

Sero buys you clothes

Like the oversized comfy ones you can watch movies in. Probably have some cute graffiti food on them, like a ramen bowl!

Sero has similar style clothes and one of his favorite pictures of you two is both of you wearing baggy shirts with street food designs on them.

At some point in your relationship, he’s getting you a sports bra.

“Looks comfortable, plus it’s your favorite color.”

But that’s kinda small, I have a feeling this man doesn’t buy you his merch to wear, feels kinda embarrassed. So one day, like a year into dating, you buy his mercy, an oversized sweatshirt, and wear it to one of your ‘movie dates’ (you both stay at home, munch on popcorn, and watch a corny movie). His heart melts. His Home Screen is you in that sweet shirt.

You get him a sweatshirt that had this little onigiri in the corner, and on the back is this huge cartoon ramen bowl with your guy's favorite restaurant written under it. The place where he first asked you to be his girlfriend.

His fans end up catching him leaving the gym one day, and one ask him where he got his sweatshirt from-

“Oh, I’m not sure. My amar(love) got it for me. She may have had it custom made for me too.” He laughed, gesturing to his arms. His fans laugh but your heart flutters when you read about the encounter on his fam base later.

⚡️Denki⚡️

Denki would buy you hair stuff.

Dude gets the pain of accidentally eating your bangs when you move and would buy some cutely decorated berets. Probably some lighting bolt ones, and cat ones.

He’d also do a face mask and nails with you too.

His Home Screen is a pick of you laughing, wearing a face mask, a cat headband pushing your hair back, and a cucumber mid motion falling off your face.

Will call you and tell you he found a new nail polish color:

⚡️“Sunshine! I just got this new color called ‘Electric Love’!”

Your Home Screen is a pic of him wearing an orange cat hair pin you got him.

This man also wore it into a battle, forgetting to take it out since he’s always wearing it. 

And if someone, a reporter or fan, asks about it, man has no shame to talk about how he wears them all the time. Yeah, he wear cats and butterfly hair pins, duck off.

⚡️“Oh! My Sunshine Nugget got it for me! We have matching ones too!”

[justatalkingface]

When I was first getting into BNHA, I actually liked Kirishima since I thought he was cute and I liked her personality.

But then I got to know the story more...

It's such a shame his character was wasted to be Bakugou's cheerleader when he could've been so much more.

And his backstory doesn't really help in the long run because it just makes him look like a hypocrite for befriending Bakugou who is a bully himself.

Now I get and understand that he doesn't know about his backstory along with Izuku's, but you would think with the way he acts he wouldn't want to do anything with him.

Overall, Kirishima just lost me.

It's just... no one notices when Bakugou does anything wrong, really. He says horrible things, and it goes in one ear and out another. He commits real, actually dangerous violence, and no one even blinks.

I can't like Kirishima, as an active character, anymore, when so many of his moments as a character orbit around Bakugou's ego, but I do like the idea of the character, the one you can see in a fanfic maybe, or if you basiclly cut out every moment he interacts with Bakugou.

Beyond that, I understand why he's like that: because everyone is, really. The only thing that makes Kirishima different from, like, Jirio, is that Kirishima is 'closer' to Bakugou, and apparently spends more time with him, so there's a greater expectation of, 'Why aren't you reacting to this?' that makes him seem worse than others.

But he can't. He's not allowed. No one is.

Worse, you can tell it's not deliberate on Hori's part; it's not like he hates Kirishima like he seems to hate Izuku, he's just getting turned into a hypocrite by accident.

In all honesty, in more a fantasy setting, Bakugou's entire... everything could be neatly explained with a curse or something. It stretches the powers we've seen a bit too much for it to make sense with a Quirk, but someone casting a spell so literally no one can see Bakugou doing anything wrong would put everything neatly in place, and be an interesting element to explore, to boot. There's space there to explore someone's development as they live without consequences, the way people behavior changes on a dime around them, seeing struggle with realizing something they're not allowed to understand....

But... that's not what get. Instead, we just have Kirishima, along with Izuku, suffering character assassination as a casualty of Bakugou's un-characterization.

[whoisglory]

“Slytherin, you'll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends”

Shota Aizawa

Aizawa is a pure blooded wizard and the head of slytherin house, he teaches potions at Hogwarts and despite his sturdy look he wants nothing but the best for his students which is why he does not pick favorites. Shota is very quick to the point with his instructions as he usually goes to sleep right after finishing it but do not fool yourself as he is always making sure his students are safe and he would put his life on the line for them at any given moment. Making him a very selfless man, most at first being scared away by his rough appearance. Aizawa was very good friends with the hufflepuff shirakumo. A gryffindor Yamada and ravenclaw Nemuri. As they were good friends but also represented the four Hogwarts houses together. They had a lot of expectations which aizawa struggled with despite having the most potential among them. His patronus is a lynx. Those with the lynx patronus work best alone. They usually strike first and strike deadly.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki bakugou is born in a pureblood family, and from a very early age he showed signs of great ambition and talent and he was smart enough to recognize it, becoming quite cocky in the process. Bullying deku for not possessing magical abilities, yet this behavior was short-lived due to deku eventually outbursting with an obscuri almost ending bakugou's life. And he had to watch as his hero Toshinori Yagi took him in as his student, Midoriya who had always been a failure was living his dream but he couldn’t afford to sulk about it focusing a lot on preparing himself to go to hogwarts. He stopped tormenting deku, not taking a liking to him either; he did keep him around as a way to apologise because he knew it was his fault. Despite bakugou definitely possessing both ravenclaw hufflepuff And gryffindor traits and his strong admiration for all might bakugou still ended up in slytherin due to his cunning nature and strong ambition. Bakugou was a natural hardworking talent from day one having the third highest grades in his year and one of the best members of the dueling club. He has a natural talent for dueling and explosive spells like bombarda but surprisingly dragons as well, becoming secretly one of ryukyus favorite students as he had the same ability as her. To get along with dragons as if he was one of them. Katsuki despite his natural talent prefers to work alone and would rather not let people know how much he works so he often goes to the forbidden forest to hang out with the dragons and study a bit, he did protect his robe and books with a fireproof and explosion proof charm. Bakugou is one of Slyhtherins beaters and he joined in his second year at hogwarts. Bakugou's patronus is a dragon, Dragons are strong in their convictions and will stand for what they believe is right. Those with a dragon for a Patronus are sure to be fierce fighters, and the Dementors better be ready for a challenge! ... This Patronus may be tiny, but its spirit is enough to battle any Dementor.

Kyoka Jirou

Kyoka is a half blood, her father is a muggleborn and her mother is a pureblood wizard, she grew up in Hogsmeade as her father owns dominic meastris music shop. Her father still has a passion for muggle instruments so he often goes out to buy muggle instruments to play or enchant them. Something Jirou surprisingly picked up and loved to do as well. Showing magic at an early age jirou had a strong ambition to pursue many of her hobbies and despite contemplating between slytherin and ravenclaw she was eventually sorted into slytherin. Jirou is a very musical student and she's often found in empty classrooms writing a song and playing one of her instruments. She’s quite good at potions and in her free time she studies charms she could use on her instruments. Even though her passion is great she’s very secretive about it as most slytherins do not quite have the same appreciation she has for muggle instruments and music. Kyoka is a member of the slytherin quidditch team and she’s the seeker as she has a very small build and a good sense of hearing being able to hear the snitch when it comes close to her. Her patronus is a mockingbird, her patronus is tied to that of Kaminari Denki. Mockingbirds are mysterious and intuitive, appearing when needed most. Mockingbirds keep their secrets and will protect yours fiercely. While they may not be the most ferocious protectors, they are one of the most mysterious and magical.

Tokoyami Fumikage

Tokoyami is a quiet and reserved pureblood Slytherin. Despite his formal and introverted nature he gets along with a lot of people. He’s a very talented and strong student but has issues controlling his magic. He has a talent for defense against the dark arts and potions. He works very hard in transfigurations alongside Tsuyu Asui as both of them are working towards a shared goal of becoming animagi with the help of Ryukyu. Tokoyami is one of the Slytherins chasers in the quidditch team, joining in his fifth year. He’s very serious and usually unfaced by most things around him, even bludgers as he has all his faith in Bakugou. Making him one of the best chasers Slytherin has to offer Being usually the thing that helps them win the match. Tokoyami has something similar to an obscuri inside of him, his body is a host for a magical shadow that lives within him and feeds off his magic. This creature becomes stronger in the Dark and becomes less controllable. Therefore Tokoyami at first always separated him from the others fearing he would cause them harm. The shadow also fed off his emotions, the more alone and hate full of himself he was the more the dark shadow was too, only when he accepted Midoriya’s love and that of the other students did the shadow also start feeding off the positive emotions allowing Tokoyami and Dark Shadow to form a bond. Tokoyamis patronus is a raven. Having a Raven as your Patronus means you find comfort in mysticism. ... If you ever find yourself blinded by depression and falling into the abyss, this Patronus will swoop to your rescue, becoming your eyes and ears and showing you the future that still awaits you.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Hitoshi is a half blood slytherin, both of his parents were dark wizards that supported the wrong side during the war which always made him an outcast, growing up alone with neither of his parents Hitoshi. Hitoshi also has a rare ability of being a natural legilimens being able to read other people’s thoughts and shield himself from people reading his thoughts. His ability was so strong that he could even mind control people. Due to this rare ability he also felt more alone, being able to read what the people around him truly thought about him made Hitoshi feel like he was truly alone in this world. A mindset he would grow up to cling to, if everyone thought he would become bad and evil because of how he was born. Why do anything else, why escape destiny. He exiled himself from social settings and made everyone believe it was true. Occasionally mind controlling people to get what he wanted but it never felt good, he felt miserable. Until he met Midoriya, someone that was so unwaveringly kind, Shinso could feel himself get warm when Midoriya was just nearby. Their friendship allowed Shinso to open up during his third year and make friends, changing his opinion on the world. Shinso is hard working, smart and cunning. He knows how to achieve something. Shinso is very skilled in defense against the dark arts potions and legilimency where he is being trained by professor aizawa took him under his wing after noticing his natural ability. Shinso is close friends with Kaminari, Midoriya and Tokoyami. His patronus is “The grim” a large black hound rumored to be an omen of Death. Shinso believes his patronus to be misunderstood just like him, someone trying to warn people that became ostracized and said to be the problem itself.

[myheroacademia-headcanons]

Hi! I hope this is okay but would you do what would happen if deku caught y/n and bakugou doing facials/skincare together? Sorry if this is weird

So this was a really fun scenario to write, thanks for the ask!

-Mod Kendo

Bakugou reached for the washcloth he had just placed under the hot water. Y/N repeated the same action, but recoilded when they touched the water. 

“Are you sure it’s supposed to be this hot?” they asked, shaking their lightly scalded fingers?

Bakugou picked up his washcloth without any reaction and brought it to his face, steam rising off it through the gaps between his fingers. “Of course it is. How else are you planning to open up your pores?” He then placed it over his face and took a few deep breaths, sounding almost relaxed. 

Y/N grabbed their towel, which they could now hold since it had been sitting out of the water a few moments. They raised it to their face and felt the steam as they breathed. They had to admit, Bakugou was right. The hot towel was incredibly relaxing. 

After a few moments of steaming, the two removed their hot towels, and  set them back on the counter. 

“Alright,” Bakugou said, reaching into his toiletry bag, “now its soap, another rinse, syrum, another hot towel, and lotion.” He set out various tubes and creams as he spoke. 

Y/N took out the shopping bag full of skin care products they had picked out earlier and set them on the counter in the same order as Bakugou had a moment ago, then looked over to their friend for the next steps. 

Bakugou was scrubbing his face agressively fast, bubbles from his lathered soap flying off in all directions. His hair was held out of his face by a towel, wrapped around his head and tied in the front. Y/N didn’t have time to react to the scene before they heard footsteps that abruptly stopped in the bathroom door.

A surprised voice echoed through the room. “Kacchan?” 

***

Izuku was winding down for the night, all that was left was to brush his teeth before bed. So he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and sleepily stumbled towards the bathroom. He heard water running but didn’t think much of it until he rounded the corner into the doorway and froze.

Globs of bubbly soap were flying around the room, flung by the angry scrubbing of the boy by the sink. Atop his head sat what looked like the unholy offspting of a blonde hedgehog and the easter bunny. 

“Kaccahn?” Izuku stammered.

Bakugou froze, every muscle clenched. He began to rotate his head like a machine in need of oil, slow, staggering, and dripping with rage. 

Izuku didn’t know how to react. On one hand, Bakugou’s face was a mask of pure rage, which spelled trouble for him. On the other hand, he could barely eep from laughing at the white bunny ears the towle formed on his head, and the white soap smeared across his face. 

“The h*ll are you looking at!?!?” Bakugou thundered.

“A-ah-… N-nothing!” Izuku stammered, stumbling backwards into the bathroom’s doorframe. 

“You think this is a d@mn joke?!?” He roared, closing in on the cowering Izuku. Froth from the soap flung off his face with each step. 

“N-no! Not at all!” Izuku wimpered, waving his hands wildly in front of him. “I- I’m just surprised is all.”

Bakugou halted his death march, looking puzzled. “Why the h*ll would you be so d@mn surprised? This is the f*cking bathroom. This is where people are supposesd to wash their gross @ss faces.”

Izuku glanced ar the towl in his hair, then to the various syrums on the counter next to the sink. “I- I know,” he began. “I just didn’t expect you to have such a…” he glanced around again, “an elaborate skin care routine.”

Bakugou huffed, grabbing Izuku by his collar and lifting him to his feet, but not letting go. Bakugou got so close to Izuku’s face that soap dripped onto his forhead. “Skincare is really f*cking important.” Bakugou growled, then tossed Izuku back to the floor. “Do you have any idea what would happen if one of my sweat glands got clogged?! It would be a disastre!” He was shouting full volume again. 

“I- I can see how that would be a problem.” Izuku replied. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before. With his quirk, Kacchan had to be sweating a lot more than most people, meaning he’d be more likely to break out. And a clogged pore or a problem with any of his sweat excretion would be a major problem for him in the field. It only made sense that he was incredibly dilligent about maintaining them. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“Yeah whatever.” Bakugou groaned, returning to the sink. “Just, get the H*ll out of here.”

Izuku stepped back around the corner, figuring he’d come brush his teeth later after the others left. But as he walked away, he heard the voices from inside. 

“What now?” Y/N said to Bakugou.

“I already told you; rinse, syrum, hot towel, lotion.” Bakugou snapped, as the sound of a sink turning on eminated from the room.

“Oh- I just thought- since he interupted you might want to-“ Y/N said, seemingly looking for the right words. “I thought you might want to call it a night.”

A loud smack echoed down the hall, probably Bakugou slamming his fists on the counter. “Are you deaf!?” He shouted. “I just told you. Skincare is f*cking important!”

[animeweebart]

Tattoo artist Kirishima x coffee barista Bakugou

Part 1 The beginning of a friendship

once again thank you YaLocalFanFicAddict for helping with my poor grammar and giving me ideas like having Bakugou be deaf. I hope you enjoy the fanfic and stay tuned for part 2 Get to know the family

Bakugou’s POV

It was a regular boring day at the shop. The loud sound of the coffee machine, names were called, every now and then there was yelling at Karen’s, and taking everyone’s detailed orders nearly made my head spin. The most recent order was a latte caramel frappe with a blueberry muffin. Every order was different, and the people just kept coming…and coming. Minutes felt like hours. 11:25, just five more minutes and I can go on break. The next customer that came in had tattoos covering his arms and trailing up his neck. His hair was dyed red, and he looked to be around my age. You could say his voice didn’t match his appearance, because it caught me off guard when he spoke.

“Can I have a caramel iced latte with a chocolate muffin?” His voice was so gentle and soft.

“A-And a name for that order?” I tried to stay focused. Why was I hoping that he would still be here when I went on break?

“Eijiro. E-I-J-I-R-O. Many people don’t know how to spell it right,” he laughed.

I was honestly glad he spelled it out, because I wouldn’t have got it right. He paid for his order and sat at one of the tables and pulled out his iPad and an electronic pen. It looked like he was drawing something. Maybe he was an artist. Maybe he was taking some notes. It didn’t matter, I had to continue my job. As it turned 11:30 I went in the back and grabbed my lunch that my mother made me. Even though I hated her, she always made me some nice lunches. I went back to the front to find Eijiro, still at the table eating his muffin while he continued to work on his iPad. I was scared to approach him. Why was I scared to approach him? We just met. I walked over to him still, scared that he might think I was being creepy.

“Can I sit with you?” I asked as he took out one of his earbuds.

“Huh? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, what did you say?”

“Can I sit with you?” I repeat, understanding what it was like to struggle with hearing.

Eijiro looked at me for a few seconds and then nodded. I sat down and pulled out my lunch.

“What are you working on?” I asked as I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Oh. I work at the tattoo shop down the street. I’m just drawing some designs,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.

“Did you do any of those?” I pointed at the tattoos displayed on his arm.

“Yeah, and some were from my friend Sero. We go to school together.”

Sero? Why is that name familiar? Wait, doesn't Denki talk about a guy named Sero from our school?

“Hanta Sero? Does he go to U.A.?” 

Did me and Eijiro go to the same school? Slowly, I realized Eijiro might be one of the extras in my class.

“Yeah, you know him?” Eijiro looked up at me, surprised.

“Uh-huh, I think he’s in my class. My friend, Denki, talks about him a lot. I honestly think the idiot’s got a crush on him.” 

Our conversation continued until he had to go back to his work. He gave me his number and told me to text him when I got off work. I was actually excited to get off work, for once. Soon enough my shift was over, I quickly got my stuff and texted Eijiro. He told me to meet him at the tattoo shop.

“Hey Bakugou, there you are,” he smiled as I approached him. His eyes matched his hair, and his teeth were sharp. It looked like he was waiting outside for a while, his nose and his cheeks were rosy. They reminded me of Round Face. “How long have you been out here?”

“I came out when I got your message.” He seemed almost embarrassed of his stupid answer. He has been waiting for seven minutes, and must be freezing.

“You idiot! Are you trying to get sick?!” I scoffed. “Whatever. Do you want to go to your place or m-”

“Can we go to yours?” His answer was quick and I could hear the fear in his voice. Maybe he was embarrassed of his house because it was a mess? I waved the thought away as we walked to my house. I noted that Mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway. She must have the night shift. I unlocked the front door and we stepped inside.

“You better take off your shoes, or you’ll be cleaning the floors before you leave,” I warned, taking off my shoes. He did the same and we went up to my room. My room was like any other teen room. It had things like LED lights, posters on the walls, and a desk with a dresser. He looked around at everything as I sat on my bed, taking his sweet time doing so.

“Am I going to need to guide you to the bed? Or can you find it yourself?” I clipped my words with a scowl.

“S-Sorry I just never get to see other people’s houses. My parents are really strict with me.” 

As he sat on the bed, he noticed the Cavetown poster taped to my wall. I couldn’t blame him for noticing it, it stood out next compared to the many heavy metal and dark-colored posters. 

“You like Cavetown too?!” His face lit up with excitement as he rambled on with question after question. “What’s your favorite song? Have you ever been to one of his concerts? What’s your favorite album?”

“Woah, slow down. I can’t answer your questions all at once. God, you're reminding me of Deku.” If this dumbass wanted to stay friends, he was going to need to understand that my hearing aids can’t pick up such quick sounds.

“Sorry, I just don’t get to talk about Cavetown, a lot. Sero says it’s not his genre of music.” He explained.

I tried my best to answer what Eijiro asked, at least the questions I could make out from his quick speaking. It was hard to be able to make out a few out of the probably hundreds of questions. “My favorite song from them would probably be Advice. I’ve been to one of their concerts with my ex. I don’t know what my favorite album is but I do like Animal Kingdom.” 

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We talked about the things we liked, what classes we took, and even some other silly little things. As we talked, it didn’t even surprise me when he said he took an art class. Before we knew it, it was almost midnight.

“Damn, it's getting late. You should probably get going—bet your— parents are getting worried about you.”

“It’s too dark, and they know I’m usually at Sero’s. You can just drop me off in the morning.”

He had that same anxious tone in his voice. Maybe he’s scared of something at home? I contemplated it and soon agreed to his request. I grabbed my pajamas and changed in the bathroom. When I came back, Eijiro was sprawled out on my bed.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You are not sleeping in my bed, nor are we sharing the bed. I’ll go get you my sleeping bag.” I went to the basement and grabbed my sleeping bag out of my camping bag. I went back up and threw it at him.

“Can I have a pillow and blanket too?” 

He asked right as I got comfortable in the bed. With a grunt, I threw a pillow at him and told him where the extra blankets were, telling him to get it himself.

Fanart of coffee barista Katsuki Bakugou

And tattoo artist Eijiro Kirishima

Hope you enjoyed part 1 I’m currently working on part 2. Have a blessed day and stay safe.

[darlink-xoxo]

part two for this please? where they see each other's playlists and get jealous bc they think it's for other people 😭❤️

OUR FAVORITE SONG PT. 2!·˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ♡

in which, a simple request for the aux cord leads to some unexpected jealousy

and maybe a long awaited (sloppy) confession too..

GIF isnt mine

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oh my

forgive me if i didn't do the request right 😓

i haven't done this before (pt 1 is right here)

Warnings: Fluff, Aged up!Enough to have a drivers license, Tiny Misunderstanding, Kinda a rushed ending, Possible ooc bakugou, Light Swearing, Puppy love 🫶.. and spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ in you're opinion, you'd say you had good music taste. a little bit of everything, not really sticking to one genre. but you've been on a kick recently, it's been difficult to listen to your songs if they weren't on a certain playlist. yeah, that's right, it slightly bothered you to listen to any song outside of your 'thinking about him <3' playlist. why? you had absolutely zero clue.

maybe it's because you've listened to that playlist on repeat for so long, that it's just abnormal at this point to listen to anything else..

yeah.. maybe that's it. but it isn't your fault. ever since that staredown with bakugou, he was probably the only reoccurring thought in your mind, one which you happily welcomed. not without the secondhand embarrassment of course. i mean, it was probably pretty awkward for him to catch you staring at him in silence.. luckily he never brought it up, after all, how were you going to explain how giddy you were feeling to someone who was probably hearing crickets??

well anyways, for some god forsaken reason, you and the bakusquad had planned an outing earlier today after school. bakugou demanded that he'd be the one to drive, declaring that he'd rather have his vocal cords ripped out than let any of you guys drive. which was reasonable enough.

that just doesn't explain how he managed to pick you up first, didn't you live the farthest away from him??

"will you get in the car already? i'll leave your ass behind if you're still there in the next five fucking seconds."

you knew he wasn't joking about leaving you behind, and you didn't feel like driving yourself. hopping into the passenger seat, you slipped on your seatbelt and shifted to get comfortable. you heard him grunt a small 'finally' before revving up his engine and speeding off to the next house.

once everyone was picked up, the six of you were headed to the arcade. the car was filled with endless chatter from ashido and kaminari, with kirishima joining in and sero simply listening to the conversation. somehow the topic had switched to who's playlist should be played as background noise.

"i'm telling you guys, i should have the aux cord. i've got the best taste here!" kaminari held up his phone, the screen showing off one of his multiple playlists.

sero peeked at the phone screen before snorting and settling back in his chair, "kaminari, just because your songs are all famous tiktok audios, that doesn't make them good."

"thank you sero, clearly we should play my songs. mine aren't limited to tiktok!" ashido childishly stuck her tongue out at a pouting kaminari.

kirishima gave a once over at mina's phone screen, before deadpanning, "y'know ashido, you literally only have like, four main artists on there. i dont think any of us wanna listen to the same songs on repeat"

gasping in a mock offense, she retorted, "maybe you don't, but i'll listen to rihanna and twice till the day i die!"

already crossing out sero, who didn't have many song options, and kirishima, who pretty much only had songs for a workout, ashido whined in frustration. she turned to you and practically demanded your phone. you barely had the chance to unlock it before she grabbed it from you.

ashido immediately dived into your lists of songs, "okay, okay, taste.." she muttered with a satisfied nod before she came to an abrupt pause. you saw her eyes zoom in on something in particular, and a devilish grin appearing on her face.

"hehe, y/n? babe? bestie? what is this playlist?"

"what playlist?"

she shoved your phone in your face, "this one!! what is this 'thinking about him' playlist?!? WITH A HEART TOO AWWWW" your eyes widened as you instantly tried to take your phone back, "ashido give it back!!" you narrowly skimmed the device when she scooted farther away from you.

the coral colored female giggled loudly as she scrolled through the playlist, squealing like a middle schooler with a crush when she saw all the love songs. you could only groan and slump into your seat, hoping the cushion could swallow you whole.

while sero and kirishima were cackling loudly at your demise, kaminari was actually making an attempt to help get back your phone, "ashido, it isn't nice to gatekeep someone else's phone- WAIT IS THAT 'DARARI'?!? DUDE, YOU'RE WHIPPED!!"

now both ashido and kaminari were hogging your phone. you couldn't bring yourself to glance at the spiky haired blonde to your side, the sheer humiliation would be too much..

he was quiet. unusual drop dead silence came from the driver's seat. 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰..? 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 '𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮'.. 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 '𝘩𝘪𝘮'??!

you had 'something about you' by eyedress, 'cloud 9' by beach bunny, 'darari' by treasure, and even 'i'm yours' by isabel larosa.. you definitely liked this guy.. tch..

"turn that shit off, you all have shit taste," he lowly demanded with a slight growl to his tone.

without much care, he tossed his own phone behind him towards the pink haired female. his eyes focused on the road, yet his thoughts kept him occupied. his own mind racing at who this guy you thought about was, did you like someone else..? was it really only him who felt sparks during your staredown a while back? did you feel nothing at all?

his grip on the steering wheel tightened as his thoughts got the best of him, he barely registered the annoyingly loud gasp ashido let out.

"oh. my. GOSH AAAAAA!!! BAKU HAS A LOVE PLAYLIST TOO OHMYGOODNESS!!!!"

.

..

𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠..

"NO WAYYYYYY!! he has 'juliet' by cavetown, HE HAS 'JULIET' BY CAVETOWN GUYS!!!" kaminari practically fought ashido for the phone, eagerly scrolling through the songs in the playlist.

kirishima was able to get a peek at the playlist when kaminari tried holding the phone out of ashido's reach, "you named it 'only them' bro? i gotta say, that's pretty manly. you too y/n!"

sero sat frozen in his seat, eyes blown wide with a hand covering his mouth. he had just connected the dots, and didn't wanna say anything in case it made you two uncomfortable. but lord was he trying not to.

ashido managed to yank back bakugou's phone from kaminari, her eyes scanning each and every song, "'babooshka' by kate bush is a little unexpected, 'despair' by leo is a great choice... still in denial i see, any song by chase atlantic was obvious.." she let out a huge dramatic gasp, to the point she started coughing.

kaminari gently rubbed her back and kirishima handed her water. sero subtly backed away, as to not get infected, quietly asking if she swallowed a bug.

after what like, three minutes? ashido muttered a small 'excuse me' before shoving bakugou's phone in an oddly silent y/n's face, "look y/n! this guy has 'overdose' by natori!! HOW ADORABLE IS THAT?!?!"

he side eyed the interaction, eyes slightly narrowing when y/n only gave it a once over before turning away, choosing to let out a short hum of affirmation.

no matter how hard he tried to focus on the road, his eyes kept drifting towards you. you seemed strangely downcast. were you alright? he couldn't bring himself to ask, he didn't trust his voice to be quiet enough to speak softly with you. not when his anger was spiking up because of a certain raccoon eyes and dunce face.

"CAN YOU JUST PICK A FUCKING SONG AND PLAY IT ALREADY??!" he shouted at the two, as a playlist still hasn't been chosen.

ashido giggled, staring at the rearview mirror with a smug grin, pressing play on his love playlist. bakugou could only grunt with a deepened scowl, choosing to be silent so he could engage himself in steering. he didn't feel like getting his ear talked off by the old hag if he were to get a speeding ticket.

sero felt sweat drip down his forehead as 'moment' by vierre cloud flowed loud and clear through his ears. sure it was meant to be background noise, but with the connection already assembled in his mind, his hearing seemed to focus on the radio. he cleared his throat and faced kirishima, no longer wanting to be the only one who knew, and as kirishima wasn't occupied by a phone that wasn't his, he was the best choice.

kirishima looked over when he noticed sero giving him a wide eyed stare, subtly asking if he was alright. the red head could only blink in confusion as sero pointed at bakugou, then y/n, then at bakugou's phone in ashido's hand. he grinned sheepishly when sero stared at him with a 'how tf do you not get it?!?' sorta glare.

sighing and slumping in his seat, sero pulled out his phone and instead texted his thoughts to kirishima instead. making sure to give a pointed look when the red head rushed to check his message. sero watched the shark toothed male's expressions contort from confusion to interest and finally to an 'OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SO RIGHT' kinda look.

sero skimmed his phone when he saw kirishima furiously typing away. sero uread the text that went, 'how did they not figure it out yet??' sero gave kirishima a sharp look. the simple message of 'says the one who needed a dang message to figure it out,' had the red head putting his phone down and instead choosing to take a nap.

when the six of you finally managed to get to the arcade in one piece, you all agreed to go on your own for about an hour before meeting back up to play games that needed more than one person.

you wandered around aimlessly, everything seemed to have a line and you were also deliberately avoiding a certain someone. you settled down at a simple claw machine, just as you thought you were in the clear, a voice rang from behind you.

"oi, if you're just gonna stare at the prizes ya mind moving? i wanna see how many i can win." a sharp demand came from behind, leading you to turn around as you got out of the way.

low and behold, it was the damn person you were trying to avoid..

he stepped forward, slipping two tokens into the slot before beginning to play. silence was all that came out of you two. and it was hella awkward. more awkward than being left alone in an elevator with a stranger.

you were about to speak out, when bakugou's boastful voice cut you off, "HA! think that bastard of yours can do better?" he turned to you with a smug grin, it almost made your heart beat if it weren't for the six prizes he managed to get in the five minutes he'd been playing laid out behind him.

how the hell did he get those prizes so fast?? in a claw machine no less??? and wait, did he say bastard? whomst tf-

"what bastard are you talking about?" you squinted at him with utter shock in your eyes.

"that guy you think of? think he can do any better than this?" he just won two more prizes..

this the guy you had a crush on, did you have a thing for jealous and oblivious men? did he just gloss over the probability that this 'guy you think of' was him in the first place??

"what does it matter? don't you have your own person you think of?" yeah you haven't forgotten, i mean he had 'sofia' by clairo on his playlist. this guy for sure was serious about his feelings. and it stung, already having repeated it to yourself about a thousand times.

the male before you kept silent, seemingly thinking before he abruptly stood up, thrusting the prizes he won into your hands, "they aren't just someone i think about," he glared at the floor beside you with his voice suddenly going quiet, "they're someone i'd do anything for, even if it means winning every damn game in this fucking arcade to prove it." he fiercely stared into your eyes as if he just made some sort of declaration to you.

it took you a second to process what he said, and when you finally got it he was already trudging away. speeding after him, you grabbed him by his arm, "what if, what if you never had competition to begin with..?" goodness your brain was for sure fried..

he scowled at you, "dont even dare think about fucking lying to me just because i told you the truth," gosh you hated and loved his stubbornness.

"dont you get it bakugou? you're the one i made the playlist for, did arctic monkeys not give you any clues??"

bakugou tensed, yet he didn't seem to look at you, opting to look down instead, "you dropped them," his quiet doting tone made you squint in confusion, he better not be ignoring your confession.. deciding to listen, you glanced underneath you, true to his word, they all lay fallen on the floor. you let out a silent sigh as you knelt down to pick up all the stuff he won. the least he could say was a 'no', now he got you doing labor.

just as you were about to get up and kinda run away and maybe bury yourself in the nearest hole, he knelt beside you, and kissed you. although more of a peck, he made sure it was clear how he felt about you. it was soft and gentle, it caught you off guard. you stared at him with wide eyes, and he stared back. suddenly remembering the staredown you both had, yet this was different. first of all, he was up in front of you, right next to your face, and HE HAD JUST KISSED YOU??!?

making sure not to overstep any of your possible boundaries, he lightly traced his fingertips up your arm to get your focus back on him. with his other hand, he cupped your cheek, softly chuckling when he felt your face heat up over his palm. then, he leaned in once more,

"you give shitty clues"

[junelyyy]

january favorite fanfics

I decided to share with you guys some of my favorite fanfics that I read during January, honestly, I didn't read that much this month and what I read was mostly bnha fics.

Also, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes!!

Shinkami

i don’t wanna be (like them) with you by essiisse

23k and complete;

The "and they were roommates" fic that made me laught at 2 am

synopsis: 

Denki didn't know why he was suddenly being an asshole about the guys Hitoshi brought home. He couldn't understand where the bitterness came from and why he wasn't being accepting of his roommate's sexual orientation. It took endless worrying and his friends spelling it out to him for Denki to comprehend it all.

–

Or, it takes Denki a while to realize he doesn't have a problem with Hitoshi kissing guys if it's Denki he's kissing.

Vampires Don't Drink Capri Sun by rythyme (pugglemuggle)

7k and complete;

Is there anything better than vampire comedy? 

synopsis: 

When Kaminari wanders into a blood donation clinic looking for free snacks, the last thing he expects to find is a hot insomniac nursing student with hands cold enough to make Vanilla Ice jealous. If there's something else strange about him, Kaminari is crushing too hard to notice.

Or, Kaminari is an oblivious college student. Shinsou is a vampire volunteering at a blood donation clinic. A romantic comedy ensues.

repaint by sonrissa

35k and complete;

I haven't read soulmate au for a long time and this one was a great comeback lol

synopsis: 

"Mom," Denki said seriously, "I promise, I didn't do anything! I don’t know how it got there. It’s… Stuff like this has kinda been happening a lot lately."

"Yeah, I know," She said with a resigned nod, "It's from your soulmate. And I'm afraid that your soulmate has been having a rather rough time lately." She traced the black eye on her son's face with her thumb, ran a hand through his blonde locks, and sent him a small, sad smile.

-

Hitoshi yearned in some deep part of his chest to be loved. His stomach ached to be cared for. Hitoshi wanted to be a hero, he wanted to save people. Maybe that was naive, maybe it was too optimistic for someone like him, but he believed it. It was an innate truth that stuck to his core like gum on a hot sidewalk. He would be a hero and save the society that tried to bury him alive.

-

They're just kids with shared skin trying to navigate the world around them, and each other. This is the story of how Shinsou Hitoshi and Kaminari Denki find happiness in one another after traversing a long, hard road to get there.

Shinbaku

letting it linger by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)

43k and complete;

I have been obcesses with this shipp lately and this is my favorite fic of they so far I just love the way that they relationship grows!!

synopsis:

Once they begin to notice that Bakugou's got some odd habits, Kirishima and the others just can't seem to stop noticing that there is something weird going on. They try to figure it out, but only one conclusion makes any sense:

Bakugou got himself a girlfriend.

But the question remained, who would be willing to put up with Bakugou Katsuki?

[avocadofics]

Only because I react extremely negatively when people act like hating on x reader fic is okay is why this fics is made.

Bakugou x tumblr fan fiction writer

Light angst (idk it hurts me so I’ll call it that ) to comfort , sfw, cursing from both reader and Bakugou, beta reader says minor spelling mistakes and that’s it

Character age unspecified

You sat there staring at the post. Of corse it was a hate post about your type of fanfiction you loved to write. It was reblogged from a blog you though didn’t even care. You just want to write the fanfiction that brings you comfort and happiness. Why do people in your fandoms see that as a bad thing. You sigh feeling down from the reminder that people don’t take you as seriously as other fanfiction writers. You closed tumblr and opens something else up.

After awhile of switching through differnt entertainments, Bakugou walked in. He squints his eyes.

“Oy why are you in here I though we were gonna make dinner,” he said sharply. You shrugged.

“Explain now.”

“Explain what?” You raise an eyebrow with you reply.

“Why it looks like some ran over your pet.” I look at him and squint a little.

“How are you so fucking observant.”

“Part of the job now you better fucking explain or I’ll make you do the dishes alone tonight.” You lower you eyebrows in annoyance.

“That is an unfair threat but fine. I was in tumblr and there was a post about the types of fics I write.” You pause looking at him. He raises an eyebrow as to direct you to continue.

“And it made me sad cause it not like I did anything to them. I just write fics and other like me write fics and they just hate the type. So instead of just being polite they say rude shit and makes me sad about the fandom.”

“When was the last time you went outside.”

“I touch Grass very recently thank you.” You said in shock.

“Okay. Now listen. Most people forget that there are humans on the other end. And gues what it east fucking directed to you exactly. You’ve told me serval time how every fandom has it highs and lows. Just cause the “normal” part of the fandom doesn’t understand it doent mean it doesn’t matter. For fucking sake the reason you started writing is cause it mattered so block ‘em or something and come make dinner with me.” He finished his rant and walked back out the door. You give a small smile, and Stand up.

“This means we both do the dishes right.”

“YES.” You heard him yell from the other room. You felt much better nothing quite like katsuki reminder you that irl and internet is differnt

A/n: I needed to create some comfort for myself so I did it in the form that felt like people didn’t care about.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Sports Festival: AKA How Many Times Will Izuku Blush Chapter 4

Summary: With the future spelled out in multiple ways, Izuku now faces off in a series of battles to win the sports festival! Except you know, he’s facing off against all his future lovers and they’re all very interested in winning his heart. The stadium, Japan, and various others watch!

Part of the Photos/Videos Verse!

ON AO3

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The high from coming in second at the sports festival came crashing down

 His mom had given partial custody to UA, to Aizawa-sensei and Mic-sensei. She’d told him she was sorry and told him her reasoning behind many of her actions. Izuku never knew about her cousin. He never knew how his grandparents died. He never thought of why his mother seemed so convinced of his breakability compared to other kids.

 “I’m sorry,” Midoriya Inko whispered in Nezu’s office. Bakugou Mitsuki hovered in the background, looking worried as she stood there. “I’m so sorry, Izuku.”

 “I forgave you,” Izuku tried. Inko shook her head. 

 “You did, but I can easily ruin that can’t I?” Inko asked rhetorically. “I can become the woman from the future who drove you away because of her own attitude.”

 “From a future,” Izuku corrected even as his stomach tightened. Inko snorted.

 “How many didn’t mention me that ended up with us not being in contact?” she asked. She wiped her eyes. “I love you, baby, and I need help. It’s probably a bit much, but I’ll be checking myself into an inpatient program for a few months. Mitsuki… she…”

 “I’m divorcing Masaru,” Mitsuki said calmly. Izuku nodded slowly, remembering the future where she did. He still wondered why. They’d always seemed so in love. “I’ll be staying in your guys' apartment while it goes through. Katsuki… he might stay with me..” 

 Izuku bit his lip, looking down. A sharp stab of anger hit him. So Kacchan would get to stay in his apartment, in HIS room. It wasn’t FAIR. He didn’t say anything, though; he simply gave a nod. 

 “Due to the reveal of the future, Aizawa and Yamada are the ones who will be taking you in,” Nezu said simply, confirming earlier decisions. “As well, the young child whom was said to be Aizawa’s daughter will be coming. She was saved from a villain earlier by a civilian. Apparently, she was allowed to watch TV and had seen the future, which led to her escape.”

 “I understand,” Izuku said quietly. Inko sniffed, rubbing at her eyes. Izuku’s eyes prickled, and he let out his own sob.

 “Oh, Izuku,” Inko threw her arms around him carefully, and he hugged back, sobbing into her shoulder. The door opened to let in more people, though Izuku didn’t look up. He had a feeling he knew who it was.

 “Inko will be checking in tomorrow to the facility,” Mitsuki’s voice said. “You can come grab his things then. I kicked Masaru out of the house for the night, so I’ll be fine there.”

 “Thank you,” Present Mic’s voice replied. “We’ll have to move some furniture around our place.”

 “Little Eri will be in the hospital for a few days,” Nezu chirped. “It gives you time. As well, I have an offer for Izuku here for his internship.” Izuku pulled away from Inko to look at the principal.

 “Huh?” Izuku asked croakily.

 “A friend of mine is going to another country for the week and reached out to offer to take you as an intern,” explained Nezu. “Their Japanese hero name is Info Dropper, but at the time, they will be operating under the name Goblin as part of the Fae Court.”

 “The international hero group?!” Izuku asked in shock.

 “Indeed!” Nezu beamed. “They’re currently watching over Ingenium but need to go to Otheon to help out with a case. Possibly Ingenium will be going as well in order to keep him firmly from Stain.” Nezu hummed thoughtfully. “It’ll get you out of Japan’s eyes and the media's grasp while allowing you some time to focus on your new ability. Goblin is doing more information gathering than fighting but has a sidekick named Statista who can help train you.”

 “ID is going to have fun with him,” Aizawa said through his bandages. Izuku craned his head to look at his sensei.

 “You know them, sir?”

 “Call me Shouta or Aizawa,” Aizawa-sensei said. “While not in class, that is. And I went to school with them. They’re information, infiltration and ambush based. I think their sidekick is the same… I haven’t met her.”

 “I have,” Present Mic said. “She is that but also combat-based.”

 “So Izuku will be gaining a good education while out of the country,” Nezu said happily. “Letting everything hopefully blow over.” Izuku nodded as Inko sniffed, looking stressed as she glanced between Nezu and the teachers. She bowed her head.

 “Thank you for looking out for him,” she whispered. 

 “It’s our job. As teachers, heroes and foster parents.” Mic told her. Izuku felt tears begin to trail down his cheeks again.

 He didn’t know how he felt about them being called parents.

-0-

 If Izuku had wondered or participated in discussions about where his homeroom teacher lived, he’d have honestly thought it to be like under a bridge or in some rundown apartment. Likewise, if anyone asked about Present Mic, he’d have said a penthouse or fancy studio.

 Instead, it was an apartment the two lived in, with a guest room, office, at-home gym, panic room and their room. Or, well, it had an office the two were changing into a second bedroom for the girl named Eri. Midnight, Snipe and All Might showed up to help, though they badgered All Might into taking it easy by just helping get linen for Izuku, who’d get the guest room.

 “Are you going to be doing a press conference about One for All?” Midnight asked All Might. She wasn’t wearing her hero uniform, instead dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans. It startled Izuku a little. Her bodystocking suit thing wasn’t that attractive, but it was form fitting which he’d felt suited her. The casual clothes felt different, more natural, or perhaps just another form of herself.

 “I’m thinking about it,” All Might admitted. “I’m not sure if only due to the reveal of…”

 “My dad?” Izuku said shakily. All Might winced, as did the others. “...No one’s said anything,” Izuku said softly. Snipe, also not in his hero costume but wearing a face mask to cover the lower half of his face, reached out to pat Izuku on the head. He had shaggy dark brown hair that hung around his face and dark eyes. 

 “Kid, being a villain’s kid ain’t the end of the world. From the sounds of it, this scoundrel is a piece of work, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad kid, yeah?” Snipe said gently. “My own ma and pa were villains, and I only got out ‘cause Nezu found my message online.” Izuku nodded slowly in understanding.

 “Indeed!” All Might said. “You’re a good hero in training young Midoriya! Don’t forget that while worrying of your father.”

 “I understand,” Izuku said, smiling a little. It still plagued his mind but being told by heroes it would be okay made his heart warm. “Wait,” Izuku said, eyes widening. “My mom!”

 “Your mother is going to be going to a center where heroes tend to go to for mental health issues, and their family members reside if needed,” Midnight told him. Izuku looked at her in surprise. “I overheard her talking about it. I go there for therapy twice a month, and I know Endeavour’s wife….” Midnight paused and then frowned. “I wonder if I should speak with the police on that.”

 “You should,” Izuku said. “Todoroki… told me a bit earlier.” he swallowed. “It’s personal though, and since he’d getting help….”

 “Of course.” Midnight waved her hand. “A confidant is important, so don’t stress. Knowing Thirteen, he’ll be in therapy anyway. Which frankly, I suggest you go to.”

 “Hound Dog is willing but would prefer to refer him to someone who specializes in his stuff. Hound Dog is more PTSD based with his training.” Aizawa said. Izuku sighed, not fully happy with this. “And the rest of the counsellors all agreed it would be best for a neutral party to be in charge. They’re all biased.”

 “How?” Midnight asked.

 “Betting pool,” Aizawa said. Izuku frowned at his teacher in confusion.

 “Huh?”

 “Oh, the one that opened up for the sprout’s future partner?” Snipe asked. Izuku’s cheeks felt on fire as he squeaked, covering his face. The adults laughed, leaving Izuku to pout. They were all mean.

-0-

Class 1-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Pichu: Alright, so Midoriya, would you prefer us to have a chat where we gush over you or should we do it here?

Small Might: What?

Bass Boost: Dude, we all saw futures where we got with you. I so wanna get my flirt on.

Small Might: WHAT

Class Prez: Please do NOT push Midoriya right now please.

Alien Queen: Not pushing! Just we wanna gush, and with how red Starlight got, he’d be a MESS if we did in this chat.

Rock HARD: Starlight? We already having nicknames?

Small Might: Please make another chat, Present Mic is seeing my face and guessing.

Class Prez: Ah, you’re living with him and Aizawa-sensei now?

Small Might: Mom came to UA to sign papers. She’s going into inpatient care for mental health reasons. That’s all I’m saying. Though apparently, the kid from the future, the one with the horn, is going to be staying here to.

Dr. Dolittle: Oh, that’s good. I was wondering.

Alien Queen: Send pictures PLEASE. Aizawa-sensei being a parent to a little girl is adorable.

Sensei: Good to know, Ashido.

Alien Queen: Mistakes were made.

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Kaminari Denki has created a group. Group Name: Simping for Midoriya

Kaminari Denki has added Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Jirou Kouyka +12 others.

Kaminari Denki: Anyone have any other of the numbers? Other than the obvious.

Nezu: :3 

Nezu has added Togata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Hatsume Mei +2 others

Kaminari Denki: How?!

Nezu: I made the social media platform Kaminari. I know all.

Shouji Mezou: And Izuku will be learning from you, so he’ll know all eventually.

Ashido Mina: Hot.

-0-

The day after the move-in, Izuku went to the doctor who would help Izuku out. The man’s name was Dr. Anders, a German man who was in Japan for a conference but took the time to help him. Not out of awe for the future, the lanky blonde said dryly to Izuku as he’d checked the teen’s injuries but; “I respect Recovery Girl and all of the doctors here, but I know her well enough she’d have had to leave behind some lingering issues.”

 “And you can do better?” Izuku asked.

 “Well, I used to be known as Mage with the Grey Wardens group called Amaranthine. So yeah, I should be able to.” Anders grinned at the dropped jaw from Izuku. “Man, it’s great to get those reactions.”

 “Mage?!” Izuku choked out. “I… you have the greatest healing Quirk in the WORLD. And…”

 “And I got accidentally possessed by a comrade which made us BOTH insane.” Anders shrugged. “It’s why I quit, kid. Ran off to Kirkwall, and that was undoubtedly a dumb idea given their policies.”

 “I don’t know those,” Izuku admitted. Anders hummed, checking some charts.

 “They’re anti-Mutation Quirk, anti… anything not what the old Knight Commander, the hero in charge, wanted. She was a power-hungry, paranoid, egotistical and delusional woman. Eventually, it got fixed; I ended up in a hospital, got out and learned the Wardens sucked still, so I didn’t go back.” Anders told Izuku. “You get good hero organizations and bad ones, and the Wardens have various good cells, but the core is bad. Or it was. Last I heard, a few cells went rogue and started changing things.” Anders shrugged. “Not my problem anymore; let’s heal you.” After that, it took an hour to heal Izuku fully. Dr. Anders went through it slowly, knitting together the broken pieces. Izuku asked questions, but all he got was that the man could ‘connect’ to some sort of energy in the world to heal people. Dr. Anders called it ‘Magic’ with a wink that had Izuku groaning in annoyance. That wasn’t an answer! 

 However, Izuku figured he might not get anything with how tightlipped the doctor was.

 Outside in the waiting room, Hizashi was fielding calls from his agency who were bombarded with messages from various media stations. Everyone knew Izuku had been placed in his custody. A leak somewhere caused it in one night. 

 “Look, I won’t be doing interviews or accepting them for him,” Hizashi told his PR manager, a guy named Sawada Tsunayoshi. A nervous kid but a good one. Hizashi also knew the kid was a vigilante, but they all pretended not to know.

 “I get it, Present Mic,” sighed Sawada. “But there’s going to be gossip. Are you sure we can’t have him intern with you?”

 “He’s got an internship with the Fae Court, taking him out of the country for the week,” Hizashi explained.

 “Ah, keeping him out of the media may help soothe some of it, but I doubt it’ll last.” Sawada mused. “I can get Takeshi to run some numbers if you want? Or Hibari, but that’ll cost you. And me.”

 “I would rather die than deal with Hibari, so Takeshi is good,” Hizashi said. He was not dealing with that monster. Bad enough that the others sucked at hiding their vigilante lifestyles, Hibari didn’t bother and was a violent brat. 

 “Alright then,” Sawada laughed. “I’ll talk to him, and we can figure it out. Of course, Hayato might also toss in his two cents, but well, it’s Hayato.”

 “He’ll have already charted everything and figured out the best option,” Hizashi agreed. “Thanks, Sawada.”

 “Of course, sir, have a good day.” Sawada hung up after, and Hizashi sighed, leaning back in his seat. God, taking in a kid was more complicated than he thought. Then there would be Eri when she came. Shouta had gone to see her after getting his bandages removed finally. He hadn’t even needed them but kept wearing them to mess with his students.

 Hizashi glanced at the door where Dr. Anders took Izuku, thinking about the future. Not the one shown by the Quirk. But the one he’d be facing soon, where he would have two kids plus his husband. Honestly, it sounded like a fun time, one he was eager to see. Even if his eldest would have a few people after him romantically, it would surely be a promising future. 

 They saved Tensei; they knew where not to step, and things would turn out great! He just knew it!

-0-

 Sasaki Mirai, known to all as Sir Nighteye, left the hospital with lowered shoulders. The arrest of Overhaul had been brutal. So many lives were lost, and now his sidekick was in the hospital, injured enough that they wondered if she would continue her hero career. Plus everything else. 

 Mirai believed in fate. A one-track destiny. But now he’d been confronted with multiple futures and options for one person. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be possible, yet here they were. He questioned everything. 

 If he was wrong here, did that mean he was wrong about All Might’s face? Would the man live on? Or was he still trapped inside a fate of inevitable death? Or were there more paths than what Mirai knew? One thing he knew, though, was that he hadn’t seen this. Hadn’t seen a future where Mirio wasn’t at his agency, wasn’t his intern. Wasn’t his boy. 

 However, Mirio said he wouldn't return. Nezu’s sent an email to decree that all internships with Mirai’s agency would be terminated for now. He lost his boy. Over some green-haired brat! He turned down an alley, anger filling his gut as he thought about it. That child! Him, the future number one!? Mirio should be; how could Mirio just happily accept that? Was it the fault of the Quirk? Perhaps… Mirio would understand when the effects wore off; he had to-

 A sharp slice crossed Mirai’s arm, and he jerked back, turning around. Yet as the hero turned, he froze, unable to move, eyes staring ahead.

 “Hello, Nighteye,” snarled a voice. A man carrying swords and wearing a red scarf appeared. “I thought to let you live, being the sidekick of All Might once upon a time. But the future has shown me what sort of hero you are. A fake.” Mirai couldn’t move or flinch as the swords were raised and stabbed down at him. Once, twice, thrice. Stomach, arm, and leg. The man laughed as the paralysis that held Mirai failed, letting him fall to the ground. His hand twitched to his pocket, but the villain lazily licked the blood off his sword, paralyzing him again. “Goodbye.” the man lifted his sword.

 Mirai watched with terrified eyes as the sword came down, only one thought in his head.

Mirio.

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Notes:

-Yeah, NaNo has turned into me writing fanfic. All very sporadic and random but… here we are!! This is shorter then the others due to being more of a wrap-up but the next few fics are currently plotted!

-I originally was going to use a canon hero but realized that with the intro of Info Dropper I had a way to get Izuku to Otheon while having it make sense as ID does work internationally. 

-GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT. I couldn’t resist. Expect a few one shots/asides of this.

- Anders just showed up. He’s more Awakenings then DA2 as Kristoff (Justice) was removed safely but he kinda just… appeared here ngl. He’s not the same as other fics I have where Justice is his Quirk. Here he has the healing powers from Dragon Age game series, so he’s very powerful. 

-I very much need to like make a chart/post about all of the various hero groups/world building I’m doing. I 100% just keep using other franchises. Except the Court. That one’s mine.

-... *cough*... yeah Nighteye is dead now!... uhh don’t hate me? I wasn’t gonna but then I got to this and went: actually… this makes sense. So… yeah.

[omegawolverine]

WAIT YOU LIKE KIRISHINBAKU TOO !??!?! Ship rundown Ship rundown PLEASE.

being a bkg kinnie does crazy things like make you ship kirishinbaku <3

anyways YAAAA some more specific comments:

no designated driver bc none of them have their license and if any of them ever do get there it'd be bakugou easily

none of them have more relationship experience bc bkg has the social charm of a sardine, shinsou had that whole "villain quirk" bs going on growing up and kirishima has the self esteem of a roasted walnut so he can never even fathom somebody having a crush on him unless they like. spell it out for him. they start dating and experience firsts together hurrah!

as for arguments, bakugou starts a lot of pointless arguments over stuff like tv shows and video games and those are all brushed off as lighthearted but when it comes to serious arguments between the three of them they aren't very common, though bkg does usually start them and they're usually over things he feels very strongly about so it takes longer for them to settle it but if its like. an argument started by kirishima it's usually over in a day and if it's one started by shinsou it's usually a few days. obviously this can vary but overall the arguments for them don't pop up much anyways.

uhhh for the "would die protecting the others" thing, i actually saw a post the other day that kinda sparked a light bulb in my head about kiribaku but could also be applied to kirishinbaku: bakugou is an "id die for you" person because that's like giving up everything for him—everything he's worked for, everything he has planned for the future, etc—but kirishima and shinsou are "id kill for you" people because that would be like giving up their core morals for the others. that's not to say that i don't think bakugou would be okay with killing someone but i think he'd be able to cope with it easier if it was for people he loves than kirishima and shinsou which is why it holds more weight for those two, ya know?