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Do you mind doing a cute bokukiri fluff, they are just chilling with eachother cause bokugo and kirishima had a long day out saving people. ✨
Ack!! I'd LOVE to do this, thank you for requesting!! I am currently working on a KiriBaku/Bakushima one-shot collection that I plan to release in the New Year, so this will be perfect!! I will admit I am more of a sucker for angst, but we all need a lil fluff in our lives...shall we make it Christmas themed? ✨
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His fingers are slow to move as he scrolls through their previous messages. This had to be the spot. Right? Looking around, he makes note of the street names and the landmarks surrounding them. Everything should be correct. He patrolled the city streets and even chased down the occasional villain through the winding paths.
Snowflakes melt against the glow of the phone's cracked screen. Making a mental note to get it replaced soon, the hero quickly rubs the phone against his pant leg before pocketing it. As breath crystallizes with each puff, he watches the snow globe of a world in search of a pair of warm cinnamon eyes. Children tug their relatives' coat sleeves, desperate to show them the toys they want from Saint Nicholas. Street vendors sit patiently with rosy cheeks and smiles warm enough to combat the frigid breeze. Performers on nearly every corner participate in friendly competition for an audience and a few extra yen in their pocket. Whimsical shades of reds, greens, white, and even cheery hues of blue and yellow decorate every surface. Trees are easily mistaken for twisted candy canes. Street lights glow and illuminate the snowflakes to be mistaken for pixie dust against the harsh night sky.
But no matter where he looks, he can't find him.
With a huff, he folds his arms over his chest to block out the cold that nips at him.
"Miri! Come back here," someone calls.
A small hand tugs on his hero costume. When he finds out who it's attached to. He smiles warmly at the little girl behind him. Pink cheeks and nose are pinched by Jack Frost, but it doesn't freeze the sweet beam she gives him.
Kneeling to be eye-level, he ignores the snow that soaks his knee and sends goose flesh throughout his body even more. "Well, who might you be, kid?"
"I'm Miri Unasaka! I'm also the biggest fan of you, Mr!"
He ruffles her hair as her parents finally catch up to her. "Damn, how'd she get so fast?" the man with black hair and tired eyes grumbles. "Holy hell, Miri, don't run off like that."
"Rei! I told you to watch your words with Miri," the other man spoke. His rusty eyes didn't match the pair he was searching for.
"Cut the crap, Kazuki. It wasn't like you were any better when you stubbed your pinkie toe," Rei snaps.
Kazuki pouts as Miri laughs. "That was different..."
He scoops up Miri and hands her to Kazuki, who hugs her dearly. "Thank you! We almost lost her, and it would've broken my heart if we got into the wrong hands."
Rei nods. "Yeah, thanks."
Miri ways vigorously as they walk in the same direction as where they came from. "Bye-bye, Mr. Red!"
He chuckles. The kids are so cute, in his opinion. Their little chubby cheeks and fingers, always eager to grab something, never fail to make him grin. The impulsivity of youth would make for a lifetime of adventures, much more satisfactory compared to the hero missions he takes. Alas, he'll never be able to experience the joys of parenthood. His life is too dangerous, and he would never want to risk such trauma to a child.
"Mr. Red, huh? Should I try using that when we're on patrols, Eijirou?"
Eijirou whips around and throws his arms around the man behind him. He can recognize that voice from anywhere. Especially the soft curse that slips past his teeth when Eijirou squeezes him tight. "Katsuki! What took you so long?"
When they pull away, allowing room for the puffs of steam to mingle between their lips, Bakugou kisses Eijirou's temple, warming his core. "I got you something to warm you up. It's colder than a witch's tit out here."
Eijirou snorts at the remark and accepts the warm drink. "Thank you."
Bakugou grunts as he takes a sip from his own cup.
The taste of smooth caramel and crunchy salt mingle on his tongue as a splash of the chocolate beverage singes his tongue. Eijirou quickly swallows to prevent further damage. But he ends up putting himself through a coughing fit as the drink burns the rest of his throat. "Hot," he croaks.
He tosses his head back with a laugh. "That's why you blow on it, idiot," Bakugou smirks. "You'd really think I'd give you something cold...out in this weather? You fucking need all the warmth you can get when walking around practically naked."
Nearly dropping his drink, he gives an over-the-top gasp with the back of his wrist pressing against his forehead. "Oh, how scandalous of me to wear such a revealing hero costume! Whatever shall I do to prevent myself from freezing over?"
Bakugou shakes his head with a beckoning arm. "C'mere, you idiot."
"But I'm your idiot," Eijirou sings while Bakugou wraps his arm around his waist. The insides of his frigid self melt when a low laugh vibrates Bakugou's chest.
"Shut up, Red."
As they savor the taste of hot chocolate, they also enjoy each other's presence in a way nobody else can. Eijirou secretly treasures each possessive touch Bakugou displays, whether it's a firmer grip on his waist when passing through thick crowds, a gentle squeeze and rub along his bicep to ease his chills, and tucking Eijirou even closer against him to prevent him from straying—not that he even would in the first place. Eijirou knows how much Bakugou cares for him, and he knows how much Eijirou cares for him. Plunging down into the spiraling depths of the Earth just to put a smile on his lips is a mere start for all the things Eijirou would do for the man beside him.
They are almost at the train station until someone twists their head and cries, "Ground Zero! Oh, oh! Look, it's Red Riot with Ground Zero!"
Murmurings spread, and heads began to swivel. In most cases, people don't tend to care that the second and fifteenth heroes are seen together. They run an agency together, after all. However, whenever the occasional fan calls out to them, it sparks something in the other bystanders, and they realize that heroes straight from comic books tread the same streets that they do. Unfortunately, Eijirou is too much of a push-over for meet-and-greets. Whereas Bakugou takes any opportunity possible to prevent being trapped by the adoring masses.
"Riot! Riot! Please have my babies!"
"Ground Zero, give us a smile!"
"Show us a cool explosion!"
"Hey, I was here first. Red Riot, Ground Zero, can you please sign my forehead? Or just anywhere?"
Eijirou yelps when Katsuki throws him over his shoulder. "What the—"
His voice is ripped from his throat with a silent scream and clenched teeth. An explosion launches them both into the air. Bakugou fires blast after weak blast to prevent damage yet keep them both safe from the people.
"Holy—oh my God, Kats—Holy shit!" Eijirou gasps, watching the clamoring people scramble for their phones. The citizens grow smaller and smaller while the pair blast higher and higher into the sky. His stomach flips as his heart leaps into his throat. Clutching tight enough onto Bakugou's costume for Eijirou's fingers to ache, he screws his eyes shut, rambling various pleas to not be dropped and for them to not plummet to their deaths. He manages a trembling pout when Bakugou emits a cruel laugh.
"It's not funny," he exclaims, clamping harder onto the pro-hero. "Warn me next time, asshole! You know I hate to be up in the air without warning."
"Eiji, we landed three minutes ago."
"What?"
"Good-fucking-grief, are you the deaf one now? I said—"
He peels an eye open only to be greeted with Bakugou's back profile and mounds of snow blanketing the cement roofing. The roof? Are we on top of the agency? Eijirou extracts himself from Bakugou, confirming his suspicions when his boots crunch against undisturbed snow. He's about to rant about ignoring the sweet fans but is promptly silenced with a kiss.
"Finally got you all to myself for once," he smirks, cupping Eijirou's face. It's a little awkward with his massive gauntlets in the way, but he appreciates the gesture. "Stupid bastards don't know when to leave people be."
"Well, we are what most might consider celebrities," Eijirou grins against another kiss.
He licks his lips, avid to kiss and be kissed breathless—senseless, even—in the frigid cold as snowflakes settle like dust in their hair and lashes. But Bakugou pulls away, tugging Eijirou's wrist, leading him to the door. "'S fucking cold out here. C'mon."
The door creaks open and shuts with a sharp ka-chunk! Bakugou keeps a firm grip on Eijirou, even after they step onto a random floor and await the next elevator to bring them the rest of the distance. The thick fabric works quickly in heating his hand, leaving Eijirou to wonder how much explosive sweat is collecting in Bakugou's palms and leaking into his gauntlets. He doesn't mind it, yet Bakugou must have sensed something because he pulled away. "Need to drop off my gear, then I'll take you home."
Eijirou laughs as the metal doors slide open. "We live to—"
"Shut up. I'm still going to be the one to take you home. You suck ass when it comes to driving."
He whines and playfully smacks Bakugou's shoulder. "You can't say things like that when you've gotten into more road rage accidents."
"That was one time, Red," he snarls.
"But it was one more time than me!"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Why don't you make me?"
And just like that, hands cage him in the corner of the elevator cart. Cracked lips crush him in a mouth-watering kiss. As if on autopilot, Eijirou digs his hands through Bakugou's hair, pulling him in and deepening the euphoric sensation. Eijirou is definite of one thing in life. It's that he will never grow tiresome to Bakugou's touch.
He giggles as he chases after the feeling, only to be left dry as Bakugou exits the elevator cart. "Don't get greedy, now. It'll be harder to savor you when we get home."
"You sound like you want to eat me," Eijirou cracks up, patting Bakugou's shoulder lovingly before leaning on it for support.
They're in the workshop, boots clanking with faint thumps against the grated floor. Someone flicks on the light, and only the necessary lights flicker with a steady thrum from the generator to follow. Eijirou grins at the memories of ranting about stupid villains as they fix their hero gear. The couple spends more hours in the workshop than they do at home. Bakugou has always been fussy with his equipment, especially. He always shoos Hatsume out whenever he gives the equipment tune-ups. Eijirou had one too many times almost meeting his maker when he'd leave out screws and washers near Bakugou's gear.
"What's so fucking funny?" Bakugou spits, beginning to unclip the gauntlets. The devices hiss and clack as they slowly release his forearms. "Oi!"
Between giggles, Eijirou placed fluttering kisses along Bakugou's working shoulders. "You're just so grumpy today, and teasing you is too easy."
Bakugou tucks away his right gauntlet before working on the left. "The fuck? I am not easy to tease!"
He holds Bakugou even closer than he thought was possible, burying his face into the crook of his neck. "Whatever you say, my little gremlin."
"I'm not some fucking gremlin. I'm also taller than you, so fuck off."
"Sure, sure."
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The door swishes open, thwacking against the door stop as the hero walks in. Katsuki can't hide his grin, even if it kills him. The joyous sounds from his lover never fail to delight Katsuki.
"Kats! Ack—dude, I...I can wa-oh!" Kirishima cries out as Katsuki sloppily adjusts the bridal-style grip on him. He loops his arms around his neck, clutching onto him like the last buoy in a ruthless sea. "Stop! Stop! You're gonna drop me!" 
Fed up with his complaining, Katsuki pulls Kirishima closer to his face as he kicks the door shut. Their lips meet again for only God knows how many times now. Not bothering to set him down, Katsuki travels to the bedroom and tosses Kirishima on the bed. "How does a bath sound, hm?" Katsuki asks while he finally crouches down to unlace his boots. 
"That'd be fantastic. I had to chase down a villain and ran into a wall they constructed with their quirk." Kirishima laughs, beginning to slip off the winter top of his hero costume.
Katsuki inhales a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Damn, that would've hurt. Did you catch the bitch, at least?" 
While he dresses into pyjamas, Kirishima explains. "Yes, but no—"
"Yes, but no?" Katsuki interrupts, sliding a well-worn shirt over his head. The shirt in question is all black except for a dark red gear printed over the chest with two R's interlocking below it. As much as Katsuki bitches about how much of an eyesore the article is, it's one of the favorite things he owns. 
"Will you let me finish?" Kirishima takes Katsuki walking into the bathroom as a yes. "So, the villain was doing some form of unarmed robbery? It was bizarre. They had civilians trapped in a—a weird box he constructed out of who knows what. I managed to break them out as Jirou and Sero tag-teamed to keep the villain contained, but somehow they got out. Like I said, this dude's quirk was weird. Anyway, we got onto a pursuit on foot, and the bugger threw people at me."
He arches a brow, mixing soap with the warm water in the tub. The water begins to foam as it turns into a deep shade of pink, and the scent of cherries tints the air. "People? Holy shit, Ei."
"I know!" Kirishima says, clearly exasperated at the memory. Katsuki turns away as Kirishima steps into the bathroom and sinks into the bath. Once the noise of movement slows, Katsuki faces him again and works on scrubbing the jell from his hair. "I managed to safely get them out of my way, but didn't pay attention and slammed my face into a massive freaking wall." 
Katsuki barks out a laugh. It grows louder and more powerful when Kirishima throws him a dirty side-eye. "Sorry...sorry, but that's so fucking stupid. Did you at least use your quirk?" 
Knees pull up to Kirishima's chest as he sulks. "No..."
It's a struggle to hold in Katsuki's snort. 
"I managed to catch the dude, and thankfully, Eri was out doing an internship patrol with Toogata. She reversed my injuries, and that was when you messaged me." 
"That's good. Don't want your stupid, cute face to get fucked." Katsuki sighs at Kirishima's faint laughter. He loves it when his boy laughs. Or when he smiles. Anything his Kirishima does puts his heart through loops, strangling itself on its strings. "Anything sore? Need me to use my quirk?"
Kirishima hums in thought. "My neck's still a little tender, and could you?"
He grins, heating his palms just enough to not burn Kirishima. Kirishima groans in relief once Katsuki starts working his digits into his skin. "You do not believe how good that feels, Kats."
 Katsuki snorts. "You little sycophant," he snarks. 
"Hey!" Kirishima protests, going rigid before relaxing again under his touch. "Besides, you have no right to talk when you like being praised." 
Sucking his teeth, Katsuki can't find a way to argue his way out of that one.
After the bath, Katsuki leaves Kirishima to tug on some pyjamas. While waiting, Katsuki scrolls through the movie options and plays an old Christmas movie. He's interrupted when a voice whistles down the stairs, pulling his eyes from the screen. Kirishima grins, displaying his pointed teeth. "Really? Charlie Brown, again?" he asks, taking his hands from his pockets. 
Rolling his eyes, Katsuki takes in Kirishima's choice of clothing. He only wears gaudy candy-red pants. Simple patterns like white deer, snowflakes, and fir trees. "You really need to burn that abomination," Katsuki chuckles.
Kirishima shrugs and flops onto the couch, snuggling close to Katsuki. "It's not Christmas unless the ugly pyjamas are worn." 
Katsuki huffs when Kirishima begins to pepper his jaw and neck with kisses, unable to reach his lips from their current position. "You sappy dork." He sits up, yanking Kirishima further up onto his lap. "Kiss me properly if you want to pull that shit." 
Lips meet as suspires mingle between them. Katsuki can't get enough of the way Kirishima gasps and hums in delight. Brows furrow as they carry out their little game of chasing each other's mouths, determined to be the one to share the last kiss. Hands card through hair and curl around napes. Noses brush in tandem, fitting like perfect pieces in a perfect puzzle. Everything feels so perfect with Kirishima, and Katsuki refuses to have enough, in constant need of more. 
"Okay! Okay. You—mmnh...win, you win!" Kirishima murmurs between the suffocating dance between them.
Katsuki pulls Kirishima close to his chest and begins to stroke his hair. A proud smile stretches his lips. 
They sit in blissful silence, treasuring one another's silence as they watch the rest of the movie. Whether the yawn that escapes Kirishima's mouth is unfortunate or not, Katsuki can't tell. So he waits to hear another yawn that stretches out much longer than the last. "Tired, Mr. Red?" 
"Shush, we all know it's gonna be Mr. and Mr. Bakugou one day," Kirishima blurts, weary from his long day. 
His heart squeezes at the thought, ears scarlet. Katsuki ignores the comment and continues. "Whatever. Need me to turn off the movie?"
Kirishima curls deeper into Katsuki, shaking his head. "Nah. I'm just—I'm totally..."
Peaceful slumber claims him as Katsuki ruffles his hair with a smile. "Merry Christmas, idiot." 
I like how this came out. Did YOU like how this came out? I tinkered with a new writing style you can probably tell I worst motivation in nearly half-way through, haha!! I am elated that you requested this, dear annon! I'll have this posted on my Wattpad and AO3 accounts in case you ever want an easy access to read them again!! Also, YES I did add a Buddy Daddies cameo, I just finished the anime and needed to get it out of my system before the hyper-fixations set it.
By the way...@ao3-shenanigans, I am slowly but surely working through your request! I've been having a few setbacks and other requests flooding in, but I'll get to it as soon as possible!! Thank you everyone for reading!!
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kozidraws · 1 year
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Secret Ingredient
Kiribaku | Rating: T
You know what they say…A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
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Alternatively, two pining dorks bond and fall in love while cooking.
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v1l3m0f0 · 1 year
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Dear fanfiction writers,
I want to thank you for your work.
I read fanfics since I’m 12 and it makes me able to feel close to the characters I love. I know it sounds weird, but it taught me the English language, which is not my native one.
It got me closer to love and feelings than anything I have ever felt. Because I struggle with human interaction.
I learned from your words. I learned from the way you experience feelings.
Even if your writings don’t get a lot recognition. Please keep going. Literature can mean so much to people even if they can’t give kudos and just save it in their bookmarks.
It can cause deep thoughts, arousal, sadness or happiness that starts to help people cope.
I am convinced you writers can help people through their life. I love to read through fictions of a character being comforting, or sexual towards another . Because that’s what I miss in life. Human relationships.
I am a loner and you people who wrote fics, make me feel less on my own because when I read them, I feel close to the character I adore.
I’ve read fanfictions since I was a pre teen.
So I thank you for your work, creativity, braveness to post. I know how hard it is to share a piece of your mind.
Thank you for making my life better since a decade. Please never stop your writings. It’s incredible. The ability to write stories, is a phenomenal one. Your story is important to people, you might’ve changed a humans mind. I appreciate you, so so much.
Thank you for your service authors of Ao3, Wattpad and any other website you might have published on.
You move people. You make them feel.
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coffeeasexual · 9 months
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pansexual-being · 9 months
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I am planning on making a bakubottom smut fic but I don't know what the scene will be or with whoooooo.
Help.
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waviermylove · 1 year
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𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬
<Chapter four>
The young, dark-haired cellist had been so preoccupied lately, she had neglected her nightly practice routine. The better part of Wednesday knew that she shouldn't let her emotions interfere with her passion, but every time she picked up the bow, she couldn't help but remember the painting that Xavier had shown her in his art shed. The image burned in her mind with such clarity that it often caused her to make minor mistakes, exacerbating her frustration.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Xavier had burned that painting.
Unbeknownst to her, another artist of Nevermore Academy was also struggling with similar distractions.
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ravingrovebeetle · 9 months
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bnha zine
if i started an ao3 bnha zine would anyone be interested??
(do i know how zines work? not really. will my method work? 50/50. will i come up with my own method anyway? yes)
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ao3feed-bakusquad · 1 year
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Why Fucking Not?
Why Fucking Not? by Not the most emotionally stable
“Are we dating?”
Eijirou sputtered, feeling his cheeks heat up. The silence from his other friends made him flush more, before they started to giggle. Eijirou cleared his throat, blinking a couple times. Bakugou looked at him expectantly.
“N-no, we're not dating.”
Bakugou's brow furrowed again, “Why the fuck not?” --- Bakugou gets knocked in the head during training, losing his memories for a couple days. Kirishima thought everything would be okay, except for the fact the blond seems convinced that they're dating.
Words: 6348, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Iida Tenya, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Amnesia, Temporary Amnesia, Flustered Kirishima Eijirou, Flirty Bakugou Katsuki, Supportive Bakusquad, Gay, Gay Panic, Fluff, Light Angst, Kirishima Eijirou Being Manly, Boys Kissing, bakugou doesn't understand anything, he just wants kiri, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Maybe
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44989378
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