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disneyprincemuke · 6 months

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fly on the wall * fem!driver

she crashes in her third race of her f1 career, but she's more concerned about its repercussions than the concussion

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: crashing the car

notes: ooooh my god i had to rewrite this 5 times because it wasn't up to my liking initially, and then tumblr was having some issues saving my shit so i lost it?? it's very sad fr

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

"are you alright?" sebastian's voice comes onto the radio.

his eyes are trained on the big screen, cameras focused on the car parked into the wall out of a turn. he couldn't get an answer out of his driver so he had to resort to the third party.

if his assumptions are correct, she would have hit her head on her seat hard at impact. but things like that can lead to so many bigger things that he might not even be prepared for.

her vision slowly returns, blacking out for a mere second as the car went into the barriers of the baku track.

she had issues with her brakes for a few laps. sebastian had suggested retiring the car if she didn't feel safe, but she pressed on. the issue didn't seem so serious and it seemed manageable.

at first.

it's a driver error - missing the early braking point to accommodate her already tweaking brakes. she missed it by a millisecond, clipped the wall and got sent straight into the wall.

she sighs, pressing the button on her steering wheel. "i'm okay," she answers shakily, tears now filling her eyes.

"okay, that's the important part. don't think about anything else. i'll see you in the medical centre." sebastian is quick to shut her thoughts down, clearly prioritising her wellbeing and not the car.

"i'm sorry," she sighs, voice shaking and lips quivering. “i’m so sorry, seb.”

this is only her third race in f1, how could she have already crashed out? on a race where she was so close to that podium. it would have been such a monumental moment — a woman on the podium.

with 20 laps left in the race and her in 5th place, it wasn’t all that far out of reach at the time. yet, here she is causing a yellow flag as she starts to notice the smoke surrounding her.

"like i said. don't think about anything else."

she sighs to herself as a marshal appears above her halo, greeting her with a soft smile. she nods, letting herself get helped out of her car.

but only one thought eats away at her: she crashed on her third race. what's everyone going to say about her now?

“let me talk,” sebastian sighs, hands up in the air as he tries to calm the girl sitting on the examination bed. he’s barely able to get a word in.

she’s slouched against the wall, purple balaclava in her hands as she traces the thread that holds it together at the hem. the minute he walked in, she looked up immediately with tears in her eyes and a string of apologies.

it hasn’t stopped since he poked his head through the door, cutting him off before he could even ask if she’s okay.

“do you not see the problem?” she shrieks, eyebrows furrowing at sebastian. “i just crashed out! imagine what the media has to say about my performance today? they’re just going to use this as a reason to justify that i shouldn’t be on the track!”

sebastian drops his hands to his side, deciding that he’d just let her get it all off her chest. it might make her feel better.

though, it doesn’t make him feel good that she’s continually talking down on herself. he vouched for her for weeks for a reason, and it’s because he believes in her. more than she does in herself, it seems.

“i didn’t work my ass off my whole life just to be undermined because i’m a woman!” she tosses the balaclava aside, now picking at the loose skin by her fingernails. “i didn’t get this far for everyone to count me out because of one crash! can you fucking believe that shit? it’s a fucking rookie mistake, seb! i’ve been racing for years!”

she drops her hands by her side and groans again, rolling her eyes. “i’ve earned my rightful spot to be where i am! they are not going to care about that!”

sebastian shrugs slightly, overlooked by the infuriated woman across him. he can barely get a breath in before she continues, shutting his mouth immediately as she continues her rampage.

“imagine the headlines tomorrow! a driver is as good as their last race — i know that! don’t try to sugarcoat it. you know i’m right!” she rambles on, eyes darting all over the room. she’s pushed herself off the wall slightly, clearly flustered over the course of events.

she avoids sebastian’s eyes, the fear of fully breaking down in front of him prominent. crying over a crash seemed like such a silly thing to do, but there’s no denying how demanding the sport truly is.

in her short three races in the season and people’s neverending criticism of her abilities, it makes her lie awake at night rethinking her position on the grid.

following her crash, sebastian hadn’t expected for her to ramble on for this long. he initially thought that the crash would have sent her into a shocking silence, so while her anger is warranted, it was definitely not on his list of things to be ready for.

“imagine what they have to say about me!” she throws her hands in the air, scratching her head gently. “imagine what they’ll say about you! it’s not going to be good, trust me! i’m a woman in a fucking racing car in a male-dominated sport!”

“hey!” sebastian’s voice bounces in the room, making her lift her head with her eyes narrowed into a glare.

the sudden movement reminds her of her restrictions, hands coming up to nurse the back of her neck. she feels a sharp pain shoot through her head all the way down to her shoulders. “what?” she hisses, quickly looking down to hide the pain.

“you literally just crashed head-first into a wall at 250 kilometres per hour! you’re lucky all you got was a concussion and whiplash! it could’ve been worse!”

“if i was lucky, i’d have been able to recover and get on the podium as we discussed! i was already 5th!”

“and you didn’t! that’s okay! you learn from things like these!”

“no, it’s not! i’m already hated as it is!”

“it’s part of the sport! fernando alonso has crashed, lewis has, and so have max and charles! every other big name in formula 1 has had their fair share! you’ll be okay!”

she finally meets sebastian’s eyes, slouching even more as she audibly sighs. he watches her body deflate, leaning back dejectedly. “it’s still different.”

she’s still in her fireproofs. her race suit had to be taken off during her short time with the doctor, hanging on the back of the plastic chair in the small medical room. her helmet sits next to her, underneath the balaclava she’d thrown on top of it.

her hair is in a loose ponytail with stray hairs poking out and resting on her face. the adrenaline has yet to leave her body, chest heaving as if it’d just been over and beads of sweat still scattered all over her.

“i know it’s different. but everyone else who says whatever isn’t the person behind the wheel, you have to remember that,” he says in a soothing tone, finally coming up to stand next to her. he sighs, putting a hand on top of her head. “and i know it sucks.”

she shakes her head. “no, you don’t. we’re different; our problems are different.”

“the way they used to hate me, and things they say about you are different, yes,” sebastian nods in a low voice, his thumb now tracing circles on her head. “but you still can prove them wrong. you just started driving in formula 1 — you’ll have way more chances to shut them all up.”

“i could’ve already. if i just controlled the car a little better.”

“it’s okay.” he slides himself onto the examination bed, sitting next to her. he intertwines his fingers and rests his hands on his thigh. “everybody crashes at one point in their career.

“let the media say what they want, but not all that criticise you have been in a race before. nobody on that grid thinks you’re lesser than you are just because of what happened today.”

“you don’t know that.”

sebastian just shakes his head, refusing to elaborate any further. he leans back into the wall as well. “oscar is on the way with some snacks for you.”

crashing out during a race is never easy. years before he decided to retire, tapping and crashing out of a race has always been demoralising. it always feels like the first time when he does.

“i don’t need snacks. i need to go back to 4 hours ago when i was still on track for a podium finish in the first half of my rookie season.”

“with your talent, i can assure you that this will not be your only opportunity in formula 1. i will make sure of it, of course. wherever i go, you go.”

the door creaks open, cutting her off before she can throw an answer back as sebastian. “i’ve got your favourite snacks. i also stole a couple of twix bars from your backpack, i hope you don’t mind.”

“well, why’d you take them and still tell me about it knowing i wouldn’t even have given it to you in the first place?” she reaches for the nearest object next to her, yanking it towards oscar by the door.

“because it was calling my name,” he shrugs, pushing the door fully open to reveal who he’s strung along to the medical centre.

“i took a packet of haribo,” logan shrugs as he steps in. he flinches when she clenches her fist, scrambling to pull something out of his paper bag. “but i got you a can of sprite to make up for it! don’t be mad!”

her gaze softens when she notices lewis hamilton standing behind her friends, a paper bag hanging on his fingers as he grins at her.

“how are you, sweetie?” his voice is empathetic and low, giving her a look that she’d seen from everyone she’s passed on her way here.

she sees lewis and sebastian exchange glances, almost making her roll her eyes again.

she doesn’t talk to lewis that often, but he has addressed her before when she would trail behind sebastian on the track. she would often greet him softly as she hid behind her mentor, or simply excuse herself when she sees either oscar or logan passing by.

he’s a role model and the last thing she ever wanted to do was be too overbearing. to see him come to her aid is only a dream come true.

“i hope you don’t beat yourself up because of that. you drove a brilliant race today,” he smiles. “everybody crashes out. don’t even care what others have to say about you. you did well.”

lewis understands being cast out as a minority. he will never understand the struggles and pressure put on her, but he can at least relate to a certain extent. “don’t even sweat it. you’re now one of the world’s greatest in a fast race car. you’d smoke anybody who would dare challenge you.”

oscar tilts his head. “why would someone random just challenge her out on the street?”

“oscar, shut up,” logan shoves the australian slightly, landing a warning smack on his shoulder after. “let her have her moment.”

lewis laughs but does wave oscar off as he returns his attention to her. “what they say will string, but trust me, this is not the end of the world. i know it feels like it.”

she nods to herself. “okay, hand me the snacks so i can eat away all my pain. i deserve it.”

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celesteleoves · 1 year

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theres one scenario i CANNOT get enough of and its everyones first time meeting the boys (baku, kiri, izuku, sero, denki etcc) gfs AHHH 🤭🤭🤭

“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!”

ೃ࿐ mha boys! x fem!reader

summary: what the request said!

warnings: mentions of aggressiveness (cough cough, katsuki)

a/n: YESYEYES!! i love this idea sm and in honour of me reaching 200 followers I thought this would be the best scenario to write abt!!

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI ೃ࿐

obviously, it was quite shocking finding out mean, gruff, and bulky katsuki bakugou had a girlfriend who seemed to get along with everyone! unlike a certain blonde, aggressive boy-here—

there were different reactions… izuku was quite shook when he met you, even expressing it.

“HOW ARE YOU DATING KACCHA-” cut off by katsukis explosions and your calming voice sent the crowd on a riot. when you spoke, katsuki listened.

matter of fact, he wouldn’t turn his attention to anything else besides you.

there were taunts from his classmates (cough cough the bakusquad) but it was all in good spirit of course!

it’s time someone tamed that beast!

ೃ࿐ IZUKU MIDORIYA

contrast to katsuki, many were not that shocked that he had a girlfriend as izuku was very charming and intelligent even if he didn’t think so himself.

others simply nodded their heads when you walked in, understanding how well you and izuku worked together.

a few comments spurred out like, “DOES HE RAMBLE WITH YOU TOO?”, “so, is he really all mights secret love child?” and to which you responded happily and cheerful while your bashful boyfriend sat beside you.

you guys are quite cute, the class approves.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU ೃ࿐

with eijirou’s manliness, again, many were not that shocked that he had managed to charm his way into your sweet selfs life.

just like bakugou, he received lots of teasing from his class mates. mina really exposed him though.

“hey– PSST, Y/N! did you know kirishima used to have black hair!” followed by kirishimas nervous fumbling and red cheeks, “ashido! 🫣”

you seemed strong, holding your head high the exact same way kirishima does. and so, class 1.A thinks you guys are a perfect match for each other.

ೃ࿐ SHOTO TODOROKI

when he introduced you to his class, everyone went silent. you were the sweetest bundle of joy and were a slight contrast to shotos personality himself.

one thing everyone noticed though, was when you talked. shotos lips would turn slightly upward and his cheeks would coat a light pink as you held eye contact with him and spoke fondly to him and his classmates.

yep, he was infatuated with you, he won’t even deny it either. but, shoto deserves happiness and some serenity in his life.

so, there wasn’t as much teasing! instead, everyone grew fond of you and shotos relationship. they approve!

DENKI KAMINARI ೃ࿐

“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!” are the first words that come out of everyone’s mouths, jirou was genuinely shocked that he, who was almost ranked with mineta in weirdness, could get a girlfriend.

yet again, he had his ways of charming the lady’s and he managed to charm a very beautiful and kind lady! he’s lucky.

for him, EVERYBODY taunts him. bakugou literally COMES for his neck (no, like, literally)

“YOUR DUMBASS HAS A GIRLFRIEND? YOU?!” katsuki says that while he shakes denki around by the neck, which brings the girls to the topic of the drawbacks of his quirk.

“have you seen him after he uses his quirk?” jirou chuckles.

“ITS HILARIOUS!” mina adds in, cackling and slapping denki on the knee who is now, blushing and trying to defend himself.

“ILL ZAP YOU AND THEN YOULL SEE HOW IT FEELS–” you simply laugh, making him go quiet and turn to you.

he watches with admiration as you grin, smiling at everyone around you.

the girls mainly catch this moment of calmness from the electricity quirk boy, giggling and observing.

he needs some consoling and reassurance in his life, you can do that. so, they approve!

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hope you enjoyed!

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 7 days

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In the Face of Humiliation (Betrayal series) - F1 Grid

MV1 focused - side reader x Lando (relationship)

Summary: Max grew up karting her and while it took her longer to find her way into F1. Now she's here and they're side by side. But who'd have thought y/n would be the one to bring it to him. And who'd have predicted the damage it would cause?

An epilogue is going to follow this and the series will be over :(

"And we are back, here in Qatar for what could be a title winning weekend for y/n y/l/n. However, if she gains no points and Max wins, the title decider will be in Abu Dhabi next week. Where would you place your bets, Martin?" Crofty asks as they get ready for the race.

"Y/n has looked strong, she won in Vegas and proved to have no humility in her celebrations. Max took P3 but he won in Brazil. It's been so unsteady. They are both on the front row, but as per the whole season, y/n seems to just have the upper hand. She's won 8 races so far which is no competition to Max in 2023. But in 2025, he's won 5 races. I think I may put favour in y/n."

"I might have to agree."

Y/n sighs as she climbs into the cockpit and has her seatbelts done up before her steering well is placed in front of her. Y/n took P2 with Max ahead. But she'll be damned if he's winning any of the last 2 races.

"Ready to finish this race a champion?" Ronnie asks making her laugh.

"Came into this season winning, and I'll be leaving this season winning." Y/n states with a very proud expression.

"I love you, little star. And I'm going to see you over that line P1 today."

"I love you too, Ron Ron. Don't make me cry before the race has even started."

As usual the formation lap follows, then they're lined up and waiting for the lights out. Y/n feels the adrenaline rush of knowing this could be the race that changes her life forever. Much like this whole season had.

Final the red is black and they fly forward, she just doesn't expect for Max to have such a poor getaway letting her take the lead with ease while he finds himself swallowed up and rammed into by a Mercedes.

Classic George.

Somehow Max's bad getaway only leads to more chaos further back with a Haas, a RB and a Williams all colliding and finding themselves in the gravel. the RB somehow finding itself upside.

"Red flag! Red flag!" Ronnie's voice exclaims making her slow.

"Is everyone ok?"

"Albon, Ricciardo and Kmag are int he gravel turn one. Just collecting the cars from the gravel."

"Where's Max?"

"He had a bad start. He's currently P5."

Y/n even has to grimace with how bad a start that was. For him to fall back 3 places isn't fantastic.

"Why the red flag?"

"They need a few vehicles and a lot of debris and gravel. I think a couple other cars were involved but saved themselves." Ronnie states making her sigh. A lap 1 red flag is never exactly the ideal anyone is wishing for. "Stay away from Max when you pull up?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"He's saying you jumped the start and he's not happy."

Y/n snaps her head back with a scoff but chooses not to comment.

Once everyone is in the pit lane there's no time given and everyone gets up and out of the cars. Y/n tries to do as she was instructed but finds herself confronted almost like she did with him in Baku.

"You jumped the start, admit it. You can't keep that position!"

"You bogged down and got swallowed. Get over yourself." Y/n snorts feeling his vicious gaze burn through her.

"Just wait." Max laughs with a dry humour on his face. "It'll come to get you."

"Go for it, I'm still going to rinse you!" Y/n grins then blowing him a kiss before he storms off into the garage.

"You shouldn't provoke him." Andy sighs making her scoff.

"He came yelling at me." Y/n grumbles then crossing her arms. "As if he's trying to excuse his piss poor start and blame me!"

Y/n feels a rage building as she marches over to Ronnie and Christian on the pit wall immediately shouting and barking about the audacity of her teammate.

"You need to calm down before you get in the car, y/n." Ronnie states making her frown. "You didn't jump the start. So stop freaking out. you know you didn't, I know you didn't. It's not even been noted and trust me it would've by now."

"But-"

"Andy! For fuck sake, will you find a way to make her breathe without fire spitting at me?"

Y/n glares are her race engineer with a look that certainly doesn't need words to make the message behind it obvious.

Whatever Max did to get in y/n's head failed for both of them. Y/n won and the champion is in the bag as hers while Max took P7.

Lando, much to his relief, was on the podium for this moment too and y/n had be more than happy to celebrate with him there to be part of it all. He's proving to have quite a talent for putting himself in a good place to always be there for her wins. Lewis also climbed his way up to P3.

"Y/n, you are champion of the world. How does it feel?"

"It's...It fucking incredible. I can't stop crying-happy tears. Very happy tears. But this is the best day of my life. It's cost maybe more than I would like to have to admit. But I could not be more proud of my team and myself and everyone who has helped me to get here and...I mean we still have one more race. I fully intend to finish that on top too."

"Do you think this might finally see a return of the team for the last race? Two drivers driving together?"

"I think that's a price I paid which was more than I wanted." Y/n smiles with a very strained and pained expression. "Anyway, I have celebrations to enjoy and I intend to do with them to the best of my abilities. So thank you, I love everyone who has supported me. I have to go."

A vicious attack in the form of a shower of Red Bull is her first celebration, but what she doesn't expect when she walks through the garage towards the group photo. Is for Max to be there.

"Why is he here?" Y/n frowns looking at Andy.

"Y/n, this could be an olive branch. Don't cut your nose to spite your face."

"Are you just a man full of life lessons and metaphors?" Y/n grumbles before realising that this is not a moment she will allow Max to ruin.

This is her day of victory. Her championship. Her piece of F1 history and he will not be the person to sour it.

"Come on, you need to be in the photo too. I couldn't have done this whole year or got to this point at all without you." Y/n smiles linking her hand with her trainer and pulling him out as the team cheers, even Max looking happy though pained at the same time. The team is too focused on her to give any time or thought to him for it.

Abu Dhabi sees a bit more peace within the team. Max seemed to accept he'd been bested with y/n and when they saw the end of the race on the podium together along with Charles. He didn't wedge someone between them. In fact he seemed to urgently move so he was stood directly beside her before anyone got the chance.

Y/n and Max still didn't speak and he left, leaving her to do the testing that follows the end of season. Not that she was upset. Celebrating the end of the season by getting blindly drunk after testing and with Lando who was kept behind for testing along with y/n.

"Oh fuck." Y/n groans waking up on the hotel bathroom floor. Spotting Lando not far from her also laid with his head on top of a folded towel. Just close enough to be under the duvet that is covering them both, though she couldn't say who put it there. "I think I've died..."

Lando grunts stirring awake just in time to catch her words.

"I thought you died. When they discharged you from the hospital, I was sure they were just leaving you to die." Lando states making her eyes widen.

"I was in hospital."

"You fell down a flight of stairs at the club. Was like watching a rag doll. They pumped your stomach but by the time you got back here, you decided sleeping by the toilet was your best open." Lando states then groaning with a grimace as he sits up. "I didn't want you to be on your own while I slept on the bed."

"I think I can say I definitely celebrated that win like I needed too...possibly not how I should have." Y/n groans then shaking her head. "I don't think I have the ability to get up."

"Alright, champ. I got you." Lando laughs lightly then choosing a slightly unconventional strategy of rolling her into the duvet and dragging it into the main bedroom till he quickly lifts and tosses her up onto the bed. He quickly unrolls her before climbing onto the bed with her. "Alright, recovery mode activated."

"I live with a title and major regret."

"It's a good thing our flight isn't till tomorrow." Lando states while y/n sits up just enough to be grateful that Lando dumped both their phones on charge on the bedside table.

"Oh fuck-did I send Max messages last night?"

"Probably, you were complaining a lot about how he was supposed to be there and how you'd been there for all of his title wins and celebrations. I assume you threw a lot of insults to him."

"Lets just say enough that he has sent a paragraph of an apology that I'm too ill to read or process..."

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lou-struck · 9 months

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Girl Dinner?

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

~Your quiet night gets interrupted by the unexpected arrival of your boyfriend who disapproves of your dinner plans

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: Food, swearing, eating , slightly suggestive insinuations

A/n: Hopefully now I can get that damn Tik Tok Sound out of my head

Girl Dinner; ‘a dinner that consists of many different kinds of small snacks rather than just one entree’

There is nothing like a long, hot shower to steam off the effects of a long day. The water soothes your aching muscles and prunes your skin as you belt out show tunes until your voice becomes hoarse.

By the time you turn off the faucet and step onto the plush bath mat, the whole room is filled with steam despite the steady humming of your bathroom fan above you. A quick tug frees your fluffy towel from its hook on the wall, and you quickly pat the remaining water droplets from your skin and throw on the best set of pajamas you own, which includes one of Katsuki’s faded t-shirts and some light blue linen sleep shorts you got in a twin pack at Costco.

You, clean and comfortable, are hit with an emptiness in your stomach. It wines for you to feed it; the setting sun through the window tells you that dinner time has long since passed without you refueling.

Your hair is still damp as you pad through the house, the springy carpet warm against your feet as you make your way to the kitchen. It’s a short journey, but by the time your hand rests on the off-white handle of your noisy refrigerator, you realize that you do not have the energy to actually cook up a meal for yourself.

Tonight will be a night for some sweet, sweet Girl Dinner for sure.

You tug open the door to see what you have ready to eat inside. Katsuki may not live with you, but he comes by and cooks for the two at least four nights a week. The first thing that catches your eye in the flickering fridge light is a lone butterscotch pudding cup that sits unevenly atop a half-finished bottle of wine.

Your brows furrow as you take the little snack pack off its pedestal. “When the hell did I buy this?” you say aloud, checking the expiration date just to be safe. To your satisfaction, the little snack is still safe to eat.

Placing the pudding on the countertop behind you, you search for a few more things to add to your plate. You see a black to-go container from last night’s dinner and open it up to find a small breaded chicken cutlet.

Protein?

Nice!

You add that to your plate and return to the fridge, opting to look in your pull-out produce drawers to find something else. It’s the bright red from a half-empty package of cherry tomatoes that catches your eye. You take the package and toss the rest of them on your plate chucking the empty container across the room onto your overflowing recycling pile.

You look between your plate and the fridge, trying to find one more thing to add to your plate to make your meal more filling but come up short. Your shoulders slump in defeat as you take your plate over to your dining table.

Just as you are about to dig in, your door swings open aggressively. The sound makes you jolt as you stare at the entrance with wide eyes. A familiar mop of spiky blond hair steps through the entrance, and you immediately feel at ease.

“Hey Baku-babe, ever heard of knocking?” you sigh, getting up from your place at the table and meeting the crimson gaze of your Pro Hero boyfriend, who looks more than a bit irritated with you.

“Lock your door next time, you idiot,” he scolds, kicking his shoes off. “It’s like you’re just asking for trouble.” His nostrils flare in annoyance, but he has a tenderness behind his eyes that tells you he is just worried about you.

“Noted,” you giggle, sending him a suggestive smile. “Lock the door, then shower.”

“Wh~, you little.” he tsks, The tips of his ears flushing pink at your playfulness. “God, you never quit with the teasing,”

“Only with you,” you beam, giving him your full attention now that you have had a better look at him; you notice there are a few scrapes on his face that weren’t there when he left this morning, and his eyes look tired. “How was patrol today?”

“Today was a pain in the ass, some extra with a porcupine quirk got locked on the roof of their office building, and I had to get ’em down.” he sighs, “They were so damn freaked out they ended up pricking me with those damn quills.”

“That sounds fun,” you giggle, imagining some poor guy squirming in Bakugo’s arms while the hero helps him off the roof.

” Not fun, just annoying. I’d rather just spend the day actually beating up some villains.” he replies, looking at you with a softness in his gaze. Which disappears when he glances at the plate behind you. “Huh? What the hell were you eating?” he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at your plate of food with disdain.

“It’s Girl Dinner?” you giggle, wrapping your arms around him. He has such a cute look of confusion on his features as you reach around him for the cold chicken cutlet from last night’s leftovers. Before you reach it, he lightly stops your hand and slides the plate away from you.

“That’s not a real meal,” he grumbles, popping one of the little tomatoes into his mouth.

“It’s real enough for me,” you say, leaning forward and reaching for the plate, “Now give it. I’m getting hangry.”

He slides it further out of your reach with a look of smug satisfaction. “I can’t let you eat this shit. Hang tight; I’ll make you something better than that crap.”

“B-but my Girl Dinner.” you sigh, sinking into your seat, watching helplessly as he begins to walk your plate back towards the kitchen; your stomach grumbles again as if calling out for the food that has been so lovingly taken away from you.

“Pfft,” he laughs, letting his hyena-like cackles fill the room before looking at you with a spark of merriment in his eyes, “was that your stomach? It sounded like a bear.”

“So what if it is?” you pout, leaning back against your dining chair and crossing your arms over your chest. “I told you I was hungry, and you took away my food.”

He chuckles and walks over to you, sliding the butterscotch pudding in front of you and kissing you lightly on the forehead. “Here, just eat the damn pudding until I’m done. I don’t know what Girl Dinner is, but you deserve better than cold leftovers when you’re with me.”

“My pudding!” You cheer as he slides a spoon in front of you, his words uncharacteristically sweet as he washes his hands of today’s trials with a soft smile on his face. He’d be glad to get pricked by Weird Porcupine Guy one million times over if it meant he gets to come and see you at the end of the day and treat you to a proper meal.

“So what do you want for real dinner?” he asks, moving about your kitchen as if it is his own. “We need to use up that chicken before it goes bad.”

You peel off the lid to your pudding and dip your slightly bent metal spoon into the caramel-colored treat before looking up at him gratefully, “Surprise me.”

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Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha #bakugou katsuki #x reader #mha #bakugo fluff #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #Bakugo Katsuki #girl dinner

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dreamauri · 9 months

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┇𝗗𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 - prologue ┇ ─ ୨୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ─ ┇you're the best, an unbeatable driver fighting for a place on the grid ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 858 ) ╰ 🫧 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

☆★ yayy!! thank you @lorarri for the title <3 i did a little character introduction at the end cause this series is going to have a lot of ocs (not y/n), anyways, enjoyyy ━━

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2015 — Baku, Azerbaijan

The F1 grid watched intensely. You didn't need to over take, already in P1 with your trophy secured. But you did anyways, passing drivers one by one till you once more made it to the top of the grid. "Phenomenal performance by Seventeen, securing her Win once more."

Daniel Riccardo, Max Verstappen and and Carlos Sainz had stayed over to watch the F2 race, Crossing Paths once more with the all too famous masked driver. Jumping out of your car, you're greeted with your team shouting your number over and over as they hugged and kissed your famous black helmet. "Seventeen? Who names their child a number?" Carlos asked leaning on the edge watching.

"I don't think that's her real name, mate." Daniel commented taking a sip of the redbull can. "It's not, she doesn't use her real name. You can say it's like a . . . What do you call it? For superheroes?"

"Code name?" "Yeah, codename." Max nodded, his eyes trained on you as you did your post race duties and podium celebration. "She's scary." Carlos shivered standing straight ready to leave.

"She's nice." Max mumbled watching as you passed by. He gave you a small wave, you returning it hesitantly. An unconscious smile crept on his face, a little blush dusting his cheeks.

"You like her?" Daniel whispered teasingly, making the teenage boy frown in denial. "She's just a good driver. I- I don't really care." He folded his arms glaring at the older man.

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2016 — Qubec, Canada

"And that is ferrari's reserve driver, and apparent F2 champion, seventeen, defending Vettel from Riccardo." Making the Canadian grand Prix so early into the season was a mistake. It was raining heavily in Montreal, and heavy slush was expected sometime during the race.

You could barely see, relying on instinct only as you took the turns and the curves. Your heartbeat was in your ears and you could feel it in your mouth as you continued to defend your temporary teammate from the red bull driver.

You were forcing the wheel in erratic directions to keep on the racing line, understanding the algorithm of the rain. "Seb i— o—t, se— —s —ut. Floo— it." You heard the choppy voice over the radio, passing by the crashed out Ferrari.

"Fucking hell." You cursed, accelerating as you maneuverer through the rain like a pro. It felt amazing to be in such a fast car, a big step up from the F2 motor. You pushed the DRS button once you got the chance, overtaking the current reigning champion.

"P—, p—. Ke—p g—ing." You continued to push every corner. "P what?" You asked not hearing the message. "P—." "Oh for fucks sake. Radio is shitty." You shouted overtaking the apparent Manor.

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"It's not always so easy to be high up in the standings as a rookie. How do you feel?" "My eyes hurt." You replied blandly to the interviewer, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Your face was covered from the nose down with your hair up in your famous claw clip bun, still wearing the '1st Place' cap for some reason. You were doing your best to keep the photographers from catching major features of your face, needless to say, you were doing a good job.

With Hamilton to your left and Riccardo on your right, you sat in the press conference room bored out of your mind as the interviewers asked you dumb questions. "You guys should go back to school. Maybe you can learn how to ask good questions for best results in writing essays."

"How old are you? Aren't you still in school." Lewis asked, chuckling as he turned to face you. "Graduated early." You shrugged, going back to facing the sea of journalists. "Is there a driver you would like to battle with the most?" "Um . . . Not really. They're either retiered or dead. Maybe . . . maybe Verstappen, Max not Jos. I've raced against him in the karting championships, I'm sure he improved and could put up a better fight now." "Do you think you'll get a full seat next season?"

"That's a difficult question. Not all uh . . . teams have enough trust in female drivers. Hopefully I demonstrated how worthy of a seat I am. I am after all the first and only female to finish on a podium and win a race so . . . we'll see where it goes."

It didn't go. It never was going to.

You were stuck in the factory, working on the car for someone else. And when a seat was finally free in 2018, you watched as they gave it to someone who was not you. You were furious, no other team would take you, a girl. Not even Ferrari wanted you on the track and you were an exeptional driver.

the only thing that kept you grounded was going back home to your family. Your uncle and cousin were your pride and joy, the ones that kept you going. But the question was, what were you going to do now?

— 𝐌𝐀𝐗 (𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍) | 1 🇳🇱 :: ↳ 1997.09.30 (25) ↳ red bull's golden boy ↳ three time world champion

— ??? (???) | 17 :: ↳ 2000.07.22 (22) ↳ f4 world champion, f3 world champion, f2 world champion ↳ 2016 rookie of the year ↳ youngest f1 race winner ↳ driver's name: seventeen

— 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 (𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒) | 7 🇩🇪 :: ↳ 1996.06.06 (25) ↳ mercedes second driver ↳ 2016 world champion ↳ youngest world champion

— 𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐄 (𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒) | 25 🇩🇪 :: ↳ 2000.07.22 (22) ↳ mclaren second driver ↳ 2022 rookie of the year

— 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐀 (𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈) | 🇪🇬 :: ↳ 2014.05.06 (8) ↳ best cousin in the world

— 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐍 (𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈) 🇪🇬 :: ↳ 1985.05.05 (38) ↳ #1 uncle

— 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 (𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒) | 25 🇩🇪 :: ↳ 1971.01.17 (54) ↳ grumpy old retired driver ↳ 5 time world champion

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imraespace · 4 months

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20: ..THE PROBLEM..

YUUTA X READER

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The weekend went by quick. Too quick for his liking.

Sadly it was Monday again, meaning school.

Normally Yuuta won't really overthink about it, he gets to see his best friend all the time. But something is different about this school week.

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The alarm on his phone went off once, becoming silent as his hands hit the phone before it can ring again.

It was 5am in the morning, the normal time Yuuta gets up for school.

He rose from his bed, turning on the lamp that's on his bedside table so he can look for a certain item.

The ring he always wore.

The sight of the ring made him sigh as he left it there until he was ready to leave for school.

Time passed by and now he was now packed and ready to leave for school, he picked up his phone and ring then left his dorm and walked straight to school.

Normally he would stay by the female dorms for Rika but this time he didn't.

As he entered he noticed a certain black haired girl passing by, making her way towards her own classroom.

In doing so, he too made his way towards his own classroom and did exactly what he said.

The day before, after his chat with Rika, he messaged his homeroom teacher, asking to be switched and fortunately his teacher told him yes he can.

He decided to sit besides Inumaki, his seat was in the back of the class while Yuuta's original seat was in the front.

He sighed, before making his way towards his seat, he placed the ring on her her desk, then began walking towards his new seat.

He sat there for a while until his mind made its way towards the girl he saw this morning.

It was you.

Of course his mind ran back to what Rika said, that you liked him but also he thought of what Rika might do now since he's forcefully separating both himself and her. He especially thought of what she might do to you.

That's when he decided to make his way towards your homeroom class, jogging until he made it.

Opening the classroom door, a few others were already there so their eyes were on him, including yours.

You, obviously was shocked, that Yuuta was here.

This isn't his homeroom, you thought yet his eyes landed on you as he made his way towards your direction.

The closer he came, the more you began to blush. Everyone was glancing at your direction from time to time, causing you to look down at your desk.

But as he came even more close, you heard that he was panting a bit so you asked.

"Are you okay? Is there something you need..?" You mumbled.

His face held a relief look as he slightly smiled at your words.

"Yes, I am I just came to check on you." He replied.

You was obviously confused.

"..Check up on me..?"

"Yes. I don't want Rika doing anything to you. You did nothing wrong.." He said, giving you a more comforting smile.

His words made you l stare at the floor infront of you, hiding the smile that's creeping up on your face.

"That's nice of you but it's okay-"

But! Your words was cut off by a sudden slam of a door and a panting, angry girl staring into your eyes.

It scared everyone in the classroom.

Yuuta was right, Rika did plan on coming to meet you.

She made her way towards your desk, ignoring everyone's confused mumbles but, was stopped by a hand grabbing hers.

She looked up softly the boy yet he didn't have the same look in his eyes.

He was upset that she would've actually tried to hurt you and annoyed that she didn't listen to his words.

"Why did you give me back the ring? I told you to keep it."

"I told you I was giving it back didn't I?"

She looked upset now, snatching back her arm, taking a long hard look at you both and then finally walking away from the scene.

But before she could fully leave the classroom, the last words she heard from him was:

"Leave her alone."

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note: funny joke this and the chapter before was suppose to come out earlier but I got distracted on royale high.

but yay yuuta is protecting you!

next chapter is gonna be written as well(sadly for me🙄🙄)

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bun-parade · 8 months

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There was this bnha smut fic here on Tumblr with a Black fem reader and all the 1A characters were Black and had Black coded names (except Sero who was Puerto Rican and the group plug) and it was so GOOD and so unapologetically BLACK I loved it but I can't remember who wrote it 😭😭😭

I think it was Kirishima x Reader? Or maybe Bakugou? Basically reader is one of 1A's cousins and she comes into town and sweeps Kiri (or Baku) off his feet. I think she was a nail tech? If anyone knows what I'm talking about please tell me 😭

#bnha x black!reader #mha x black reader #kirishima x black!reader #bnha smut #help me find this #buntalk #bakugou x black reader

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lolaxbunnyy · 2 years

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A/N: y’all this is my first time writting something on Tumblr so please don’t come at meh if it’s bad 🥹 .

Pairing: Prohero! Kirishima x pregnant! black reader x Prohero! Bakugou

Genre: fluff

Summary: you are at home alone while it’s storming outside while Baku and Kiri are on patrol.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of blood

You sighed as you looked out of the huge window to you and boyfriends’ shared penthouse. Watching as the cars drove by and the bright lights of Tokyo. Rain hitting the window and the sound of thunder. You bit you lip as you watched lighting flash in the sky. ‘I hope the boys are alright…’ you thought. It didn’t seem like a good time for the both of them to be on patrol. Looking at the clock you frowned. ‘9.40 PM.’ Is what the clocked read. They’d usually be home at that time but they said they’d have to stay in for a couple of more hours due to the storm. Realizing that It’d probably be really late until they get back you walked back to your shared bedroom and went towards the closet to get some clothes so you could shower. Picking out a shirt that both Bakugou and Kiri share and some under clothes, you walked into the bathroom to start your shower and almost slipped as a loud crackle of thunder made its way to your ears. When you were stable again you put a hand on your stomach. ‘You’re okay…’

Bakugou hissed in pain as he held his side. He walked away from the police officer he was just talking to to go find Kirishima. He was just fighting a villain almost as strong as him. They had some type of quirk where they could turn their body parts into weapons. After turning his arm into a chainsaw he had ended up hitting Bakugou in his side. When he noticed his boyfriend running towards him he quickly got rid of his pained look and let his boyfriend reach him. “You okay, Katsu?” Kirishima asked worriedly and Bakugou scowled. “Why the hell wouldn’t I be? You tryna call me weak shark bait?” Kiri laughed. “Of course not babe! I was just askin’. ” Bakugou smiled but it soon went away as a loud crack of thunder and lightning flashed in the clouded sky above them. Kirishim’s vermillion eyes made contact with Katsuki’s. “Kat, you should probably go home and see if Y/N is okay. She’s probably worried about us.” Kirishima frowned thinking about how worried his girlfriend probably is. Now that Katsuki thinks about it he should probably go home. He needs to take care of his injury before he bleeds out. He just has to get mentally ready for the scolding he’s about to get from his girlfriend. “Okay, Ei. But I’m coming back if something goes wrong.” He reminded his boyfriend who smiled at him before giving him a sweet but short kiss on the lips. Bakugou used his quirk to fly himself home as quickly as possible. He started feeling his eyes flop close but did his best to keep them open.

Landing in front of his apartment building he slowly walked in the building straight towards the elevator. He clicked the 7th floor button and slumped against the wall. Hearing the elevator ding he quickly opened his eyes that he didn’t even know he closed and walked into his home. “Baby? You awake?” Katsuki weakly called out to his girlfriend as he walked into the house and closed the door behind him. When she heard the door close she turned the stove off and walked out of the kitchen only to see her boyfriend standing in the hallway towards the front door. He smiled as he spotted her and she made her way towards him and pulled her into an gentle hug. She kissed his lips carefully. “Missed you, Kat.” She mumbled. He smiled weakly. “I…I missed you too, baby bear…” His voice training off as he got heavier in her hold. “Katsuki? Katsuki what wrong?!” She panicked as she walked him over to the couch. “It hurts, baby.” He whimpered slightly. If there was one thing about Katsuki Bakugou, you would know that he doesn’t like being considered weak. Even if he’s injured he’d still keep it pushing. But if it’s just him and his pretty girl he isn’t scared to be weak or show his bottled up emotions. He’d sometimes be like that in front of Kiri if he wants to. But only when he isn’t being annoying. “What hurts, Kat? You gotta show me so I can help you.” She said while gently caressing his face.

He leaned in to her touch and lifted up his shirt to show her the cut across his waist. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Of course she could use her quirk to heal him but she wasn’t in the right state of mind to do that. Her emotions are to fucked up and she might end up hurting him instead of helping and she of course doesn’t want to put him through more pain than he already is. She came back with the first aid kit and grabbed a cotton swab and added a little alcohol to clean around the wound. “Why didn’t you tell Kiri you were hurt?” She asked him. He frowned. “Cause I didn’t want him to worry. Y’know how Kiri gets when one of us is hurt.” He replied back then grabbed her hand to stop her from stitching the wound. “You can’t tell Kiri about this. Alright?” She sighed and started to carry on with her stitching. “Well baby I can’t just not tell him. He’s either gonna find out on his own or through one of us.” Katsuki sighed. He knew she was right. Eijirou isn’t stupid he’d find out in a heart beat if something was wrong with one of them. He just didn’t want Kiri to worry to much. When Y/N was done with the stitching she placed a bandaid big enough to fit over the scar. She told Katsuki to go get in the shower but to be careful or the wound would open again.

She sighed as she put the first aid kit up. ‘I just hope Kiri isn’t injured either.’ She thought to herself then moved out Katsuki’s way so he could get in the bathroom. She walked back into the kitchen to resume making dinner humming to herself as it started to rain a little harder. She smiled to herself as she gently rubbed her stomach. ‘I wonder if I should tell them?’ She’s had her doubts of course. She’d always wonder if the boys wanted kids. She knows that Katsuki and Kiri were in love first, started dating in their last year of high school then met her in college and decided that they wanted her in their relationship. They were all basically friends to lovers. And she knows they had their fair share of boyfriends and girlfriends but not once did she hear them mention about starting a family. I mean of course they would joke about it sometimes but now that she is pregnant, she doesn’t know how to tell them. She knows they would never leave her it’s just…would they want to be dads? She felt arms wrap around her torso into a warm embrace. “Watcha thinking about?” Katsuki asked while laying his head on her shoulder. She smiled. “Nothing much, Katsu.” He kissed her neck gently. “Kiri said he’d be home in a few.” She nodded. “Dinner should be ready by then.” When he didn’t say anything back she thought he had left the room until she felt a sharp sting on her ass. “Katsuki!” She yelled as her face heated up. He laughed as she tried to hit him with the spoon she was cooking with.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry baby! I’m sorr- OW! I said I was sorry.” He pouted as he rubbed the arm that she punched. “Go sit down and wait til the food get ready.” She said as she turned around to finish the cooking. He obeyed her and went to go sit down until the front door opened. “I’m home my loves!” Kiri shouted from the hallway. When he spotted Katsuki he walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Where’s, Y/N?” He asked. “She’s in the kitchen.” Katsuki said while taking a pack of gushers from the box on the counter. Kirishima eyed him and walked into the kitchen where his girl was. “Hey baby.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck and cheek. When she turned to face him he kissed her lips. “Katsuki’s eating your gushers.” He mumbled into the kiss. “Kirishima you fucking snitch!” Kat yelled from the living room making both of his lovers laugh. She turned back around to take the food off the stove. “Ei, go take a bath. You smell like rain water and outside. Not to mention your clothes are covered in mud.” She said noticing the mud spots on his hero suit. “Okay.” He said and quickly kissed her lips. “Oh and hurry up I’ve got something to tell you and Katsuki after dinner.” She smiled at him and he nodded.

After Kiri was done showering and they had all gotten comfortable after eating dinner they were all chilling on the couch watching a movie. Katsuki was sitting up on the couch with his legs open and Y/N was in between them with her back to his chest and Kiri was laying his head on Y/N’s stomach. She ran her hand carefully through his red hair that was now down. “Didn’t you say you had somethin’ to tell us baby?” Kirishima asked while looking up at his girlfriend. She smiled. “Would you be upset if I told you?” She asked carefully. Both Kiri and Kay’s eyes made contact with each other then they looked back at their girlfriend. “Why would we be?” “You’re not gonna break up with us are you?” Kirishima asked while softly gripping her sides. Y/N smiled and caressed his face. “No baby.” Kiri and Kat both let out a sigh of relief. “It’s just I didn’t know how or when to tell you but…I’m pregnant.” She said hesitantly and when she didn’t get an answer or hear anything from them she looked up from fiddling with Kiri’s fingers to make eye contact with two sets of vermillion eyes. “Are you for real?” Kiri asked softly, not a single identifiable emotion on his or Katsu’s face. She nodded gently. “I’ve known for three weeks now. I just didn’t know how or when to tell you…” She said. Then she felt kisses being pressed everywhere they could reach. Both boys mumbling out thank yous between kisses. She giggled. “Why are you thanking me?” Kiri smiled. “Because you’ve given us the opportunity to be dads.” Katsuki stopped kissing her cheek. “So thank you baby for the best gift in the world.” He mumbled. “We couldn’t ask for anything more.” Kiri kissed her jaw.

“I love you both.”

“We love you.”

#anime #anime x you #anime x black!reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x female reader #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x female reader #kiribaku #kiribaku x y/n #kiribaku x reader #mha fluff #mha x reader #black reader #pregnant reader #x reader #alternate universe #boyfriend #poly relationship #cuterelationship

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snnbnny · 2 years

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Hey there. Sad anon again.

I got into a fight with my boyfriend recently, he keeps saying im needy. Could you cheer me up with some fluff of Bakugo and maybe Kirishima cheering up their she/her s/o after a bad day? Thank you

note 4 anon: oh love, I'm so sorry- of course i'll cheer you up the best I can!! I don't know the situation so I can't offer advice but I can say I doubt you are to needy and he's being a jerk!!

Katsuki Bakugou and Eijiro Kirishima Cheering up their S/O after they had a bad day!!

Characters: K.Bakugou x Fem! reader x E. Kirishima

C/W: poly! kiribaku x reader, hurt/comfort, prohero Kiri and Baku, pet names (angel, babe, princess, baby), soft baku.

Tagging: @kiribakuswife @todorollz

『••✎Now loading,,, a little chicken soup for the hurting,,,, ✎••』

It was just one of those fucking days, everything- and you mean everything- was going haywire. It had started as soon as your boyfriend left for hero-work, the door had only just slammed shut with Katsuki's normal aggressive flare when you had violently stubbed your toe on the butcherblock.

The was only the beginning.

One of your newer acrylic nails broke off, one of your normally well behaved pets had peed on the floor, one of your coworkers had cussed you out over text for taking the day off which forced them take over your shift due to being the only one available, you had accidently consumed some soured milk in your cereal which you had decided to be your lunch, your phone charger wasn't working properly, you could go on and on about the relatively small things that caused you to believe the world was against you.

By the time your boyfriends would normally come home you were unraveling on the couch, holding a squishmellow and listening to MCR while waiting expectantly for them to come home- you needed the comfort that their very presence provided for you. In fact it's over an hour past their usual arrival time and there wasn't even a text message saying they were on their way home.

You were stressed out as it is, which caused your mind to go on over time. With the way your day was going, you were worried something utterly terrible had happened. You couldn't bring yourself to actually text them or their colleagues or check the news- instead you sat their for another hour brewing in your own thoughts and already prepared grief.

By the time the rather large apartments front door creaked open, you were so lost within yourself and your music that you didn't even hear it.

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The two buff heros were beat and worn, covered in dirt and superficial wounds. They trudged threw the door and threw some of their gear and other items around the entry way, uncaring of causing a mess or anything at the moment. The mountainous red head in the rather revealing hero costume nearly toppled over his blonde partner who was covered in more black soot then he was.

"Angel, we're home!" Eijirou called out softly, not wishing to wake you up if you had called it an early night. The thing about hero work is that even though they only work like 4 days a week but those shifts are long and grueling so even if they arrived home on time they normally would, it would still be 10 at night. So it was now midnight, and you (they had thought) had been at work all day so it would only be natural for you to be sleepy enough to go to bed by now.

They both looked at each other when the call got no response, they shrugged it off as reasons stated above, Bakugou couldn't help but vocalize his complaint, "I was looking forward to seeing their little fuckin' face." His speech was slightly slurred with exhaustion. The tanned red riot nodded in agreement as he kicked off his boots and began going further into his home with the aim of checking on his girlfriend- something felt off inside of the man, he was worried about her despite not having a particular reason for it. Katsuki was close behind him, sharing that unnerving feeling in his bones.

They didn't get that far in before they heard it, heard you body shaking sobs echoing threw the halls originating from the living room. They all but ran to the room, fear spiking surging their body with enough adrenaline to get them back to full operational capacity dulling the ache in their muscles.

They couldn't see you over the back of the couch, so they didn't stop behind it- instead Bakugo sped past his boyfriend and jumped over the couch like it was a hurdle. The blonde landed in front of you, it was finally enough to jostle you back to reality, looking up to be met by piercing crimson eyes full of concern.

You scrambled into his arms and cried louder, babbling out their names in the process. Your movements dislodged your earbuds and sent the purple squishmellow flying along the L shaped couch. Katsuki was a little stunned but was quick to wrap his thick arms around you and hold you so tight that if your bones could scream they would.

Eijiro towered over the plush piece of furniture and watched the ordeal, unsure of anything except for his love for the two sat a top the cushions. Instead of jumping over the back, he made his way around the arm and gently sat behind you. He took the opportunity to gently rub your back.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Kirishima coo'd, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and hugging you from behind while sharing a look with his other partner whose neck you hid in.

"We're sorry we are so late babe," Bakogu soothed. "There was a small villain attack down town, but everyone is ok-" he felt your grip grow tighter with one arm while your other hand gripped one of the faux red heads. When you finally pulled out of the crook of your blonde lovers neck he pushed his rather greasy forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes in search of any hint of what happened to upset you so badly.

"I-I was so scared," you sobbed, your death grip on the two tightening some how. "Today's been so terrible, I was scared that my bad luck was an omen- When you guys didn't come home-"

You were going to hyperventilating, Kiri noticed that right away and pulled you back into his chest, Katsuki let you fall back into the red headed lover and draped your legs on top of his. Baku rubbed soothing patterns into your thighs over the fabric of your leggings. Kirishima was an unreasonably strong man, which translated physically to having a strong broad chest with the hint of plushness due to his quirk and age.

"Princess, I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?" You nodded frantically at the tanned man behind you's instructions. Your gasps and exhales audible enough to soothe the men as they listened to you calm. "That's it, angel. We got you, everything is ok now. Alright? We're all ok."

Katsuki kept your eyes on him using his own, they weren't as piercing as normal but instead they were warm and buttery- full of love. It took a moment for you to pull away from that gaze to look at you other partner who, turns out, held the same expression as the blonde. You freed your hand for Eiji's to touch his face, dragging across his jaw feeling the 5'o clock shadow and a couple familiar scars coupled with a newer cut. You learned up and kissed the fresh wound gently. He contorted his head in order to peck a couple kisses on the corner of your mouth as soft as the gentle giant could which made you giggle.

"There's my baby," Kirishima whispered lovingly before kissing your lips slowly, with a warm and tender passion as if he pulled away he would burst into flames but if he was to intense or rough that you would shattered like a vase against a wall. You felt Bakugou get up while you preoccupied, shuffling came from somewhere before he returned.

"Shitty hair, let'er breathe," Kat chastised, tsk'ing as he pulled up but not out of the cherry haired man's arms. "Look at me baby... That's it, no more of this bad day shit, ok? We aren't going to let anything else bad happen."

You nodded, the blonde held a box of tissues one of which he used to dry your face. He had put your legs around him in order to sit as close as possible, his long appendages were around Kirishima's larger sturdy base. Said man used your head as a rest for his as he watched Bakugou kiss you with much more spontaneity then he had applied, teeth clashed as his tongue danced with yours. The blonde pulled back to softly kiss your shared boyfriend.

"Tell us about this bad day of yours," the blonde all but whispered, falling so his side was supported by the backrest of the couch.

"It's dumb, really. You guy probably-" You began before the Pomeranian like man growled only to be cut off by the mountain behind you.

"Baby, don't fight us. We wanna know," he coo'd, using a strong hand to pinch the flesh belonging to your hip.

"Fine, jeez, y'all don' t have to be my rocks all the time." You joked.

"Have you even looked at the cute idiot behind you for one fucking second? He is literally our rock," Katsuki snickered. You couldn't see it, but you knew Kiri's face matched his hair.

The three of you spent the night entangled with each other and venting. Your boyfriends coddled you more then usual, getting you anything and everything that you even mentioned you wished for. They made sure you knew that they were going to make everything better for you, they love you so much how could they not. You had the whole next day waiting for you, and they planned a day of pampering for you- one of which you weren't quite ready for.

But you slept in their arms filled with only ignorance and the chicken soup Bakugou made for you, "chicken soup for the hurting." He had said it was something his mother used to say.

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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kitakashi · 2 years

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Masquerade

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Timeline: Pro Heroes

Note: I wanted soft Bakugo

“I said, GET OFF ME!” Bakugo roared, slamming his palms against Kirishima’s chest. The redhead stumbled backwards.

“Dude... Baku-bro, chill,” Kirishima swept the dirt from his tuxedo, “this is a rental.”

The blond sneered, “maybe you should’ve rented a new life.”

“Ouch, harsh,” the shark-toothed man put his hands up in surrender, “anyhow, we’re here we might as well go in.”

Glaring at the wide crystal-etched French doors, Bakugo felt like he was suffocating. Tugging at his tie, he murmured, “how the hell did I let you talk me into this…”

Standing next to him proudly, Kirishima grinned mischievously. “Oh, I think I have a clue. Quite manly of you to- OOF!” The redhead doubled over, clutching his left side where his companion had just punched his spleen.

“Shut it, shitty hair.”

“Damn, that hurt!” Rubbing the bruised organ, Kirishima glared at the perpetrator. “Honestly, if you keep this up NOBODY is gonna wanna dance with you.”

Bakugo snorted, “as if I want some extra’s attention. I’m only here for one reason.”

The sturdy hero rolled eyes eyes, straightening his suit. “Why is it that I spend almost an hour getting my hair just right and dressing up, when you can just throw on a suit haphazardly and still look better than me?”

Throwing a cocky smirk over his shoulder, the volatile blond reached for and opened the door. “Because I’m Katsuki-fucking-Bakugo, that’s why.” He took a step forward only to be held back by his friend.

“Hold up, dude. This is a masquerade ball remember? You gotta wear the mask.” Kirishima held out the plain black eye mask.

Glowering, the blonde ripped the meager fabric from the outstretched hand. Both males slipped the accessory around their heads and tied it at the back. Kirishima gave Bakugo two thumbs up and muttered something about how manly he looked, but the explosion hero had slipped through the doors.

The ballroom chandeliers glittered, throwing sparkles on the hundreds of gowns and suits mingling. A small stage was set off near the back where a DJ sat with his turntable, laptop and mixer board. The music playing was a mixture of hits from every decade and genre. There was a line of people in front of a booth baring the sign ‘Song Requests’. Small round tables took up a corner of the room near the bar.

Bakugo hadn’t wanted to sit through a boring dinner with the so-called ‘important’ people. He was a hero. He cared about fighting villains and saving people, not politics. Pro-Hero Dynamight rarely, if ever, attended these functions. Simply said, it was for people who cared about money and image. The blonde couldn’t give two shits for his popularity. That’s why he skipped the food, assigned seats, endless conversation, showed up fashionably late and only to ask one specific person for a dance.

Crimson eyes darting across the dance floor, Bakugo searched for his heart’s desire. Clenching his jaw, he flexed his fingers. Boy, did he want to blow the masks right off these extras. He couldn’t tell left from right between the dim lighting, moving bodies, flowing gowns and variety of veils.

“Kacchan? Is that you?” A curly green mop appeared, escorting a pinkette wearing a peculiar steampunk inspired tiara atop her rosy dreadlocks.

“OOO! Is that Ba-”

Smacking a hand over the woman’s loud mouth, Bakugo whisper yelled, “shut it, will you! I don’t want the press to know I’m here.”

Midoriya hesitantly laughed, blushing, apologizing for his date’s behavior. Hatsume nodded vigorously and Bakugo removed his hand.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” the greenette looked on curious, “you typically don’t attend this type of thing.”

Kirishima put a thick arm around the blond’s broad shoulders. “He’s here for,” he winked at the couple before him, “you know who.”

Green brows furrowed. Looking slightly taken back, Midoriya questioned the explosive hero. “You actually like her this much? I mean, I knew you guys had been out a few times, but I hadn’t realized it had escalated.”

“I’m not a fucking idiot like you, Deku,” Bakugo scowled referring to the man’s failed almost relationship with Uraraka.

Snickering, Kirishima interjected, “she mentioned how sexy she found guys who knew how to dance. So he spent the last few days teaching himself via YouTube.” He dodged the incoming gut punch. “Real men have a variety of talents including dancing and compromise.”

“Compromise?” Hatsume looked at the volatile blond intently.

“Yea,” Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, searching for the face he wanted. A light pink tint invaded his cheeks under the mask. “I compromise my dignity so she’ll agree to be my girl.” He looked his childhood friend dead in the eyes, “don’t think I’m changing or any stupid shit like that. I’ve learnt from the pathetic relationships you extras have ruined. I’ll tweak my pride for her, no one else.”

Sniffing fake tears, Kirishima pretended to wipe his eyes. “Baku-bro, that was beautiful. You’re such a man. An inspiration among men.”

“I… see,” Midoriya grimaced staring at the dramatic redhead. The pinkette beside him was nodding enthusiastically. “Mei, can you use your quirk to search for her?”

“Of course!” Focusing her eyes on different parts of the room, Hatsume zoomed in and out, checking the faces of attendees.

“What’s she doing, Deku?”

“You don’t know what her quirk is?” Midoriya gave him a deadpan look, “why am I not surprised. Its Zoom. Hatsume can focus her vision as far as 10 kilometers.”

“Found her!” The pinkette exclaimed, pointing to a couple waltzing near the center of the room.

“Tch,” the volatile blond scowled. He wasn’t happy she was dancing with someone else. Some extra not good enough for her. Well, he was going to change that. Without a word of gratitude, Bakugo pushed his way across the dance floor.

Smoothing the silky fabric of her f/c gown, Y/n let out a melancholy sigh. The ball was already in full swing and she still hadn’t seen him. It was stupid of her to think he would show up, but some minuscule part of her hoped to hear obnoxious yelling and see explosive blond hair.

Beside her, Juzo Honenuki, also known as her partner in crime since childhood, fidgeted with his tie. The hero Mudman hated these events. He knew his face wasn’t the most… attractive. Frankly, he knew his appearance tended to scare people. It wasn’t the food, talk or dancing but the sheer way people stared. Not even a masquerade ball could hide who he was.

“Juzo?”

The man glanced over at the lovely woman beside him. She was staring at him expectantly from behind her mask. He blinked a few times, clearing the stupor from his spaced out mind.

“What?”

Rolling her eyes, she repeated was he missed, “I asked you to dance with me.”

“Oh! Right, of course.” Taking her hand, he led her out to the ballroom floor.

Compared to the overdressed, richly bejeweled, makeup caked women accompanying the heroes and politicians, Y/n was a breath of fresh air. Vibrant e/c irises were enhanced by only the lightest of makeup. Her simple gown was classy; not poofy, ridiculous, or excessively sexy. It showed just a taste of smooth flesh and modest cleavage. Discreet gemstones glittered on her ears and adorned her neck. Magnificent. Elegant. Dignified. Exquisite. And quite obviously the Belle of the ball.

She turned heads for all the right reasons, unlike Honenuki who received scornful glances. Although that could have come from jealousy over who his date was. As happy as he was to be with his best friend, he couldn’t wait to escape the public eye.

A hand on her waist, he moved in time with the music. She followed his lead, and they managed to not step on each other’s toes. Laughing as Honenuki spun her around, he couldn’t help but admire her smile.

“There we go,” she grinned at him. He merely looked confused. “You finally smiled. I thought I was going to have to tickle you or start a food fight to get you from looking so grim.”

He chuckled, spinning her around again, “please no, Lady Y/n, I beg for your mercy.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she snickered, “I supposed I could hold off for now.”

“Your generosity knows no bounds.”

They continued to trade quips as only close friends could for several songs before the dancers grumbled, parting behind Y/n to allow a man to pass. Another like Honenuki who couldn’t hide behind an eye mask. If his enormous height, broad shoulders and defined muscle structure weren’t a dead give away, his spiked blond hair was. Noticing Honenuki stiffen slightly, Y/n glanced over her shoulder. Vermilion irises drank her in as a cocky smirk graced his mouth.

Drawing in a sharp breath, the h/c let her eyes wander drinking the man in. The fitted tuxedo accentuated his physique. Y/n knew Bakugo would clean up nicely but this… this blew her mind. How can one man look so attractive? She doubted neither Endymion nor Narcissus rivaled the man standing behind her.

Squeezing her hand in his, Honenuki pulled the woman from her thoughts. She had stopped moving to stare, enlarging the explosion hero’s already inflated ego. Bakugo held out a hand to her only to have Honenuki shift his body between them. Tightening his hold on her waist. It was his turn to dance with the gorgeous woman, to hell letting that asshole steal her away before the song had ended. He knew Y/n would go home with the #2 hero. Couldn’t she stay with him just a bit longer before abandoning him, her best friend? Honenuki was the man who sat with her throughout this whole boring ordeal, not Bakugo. Was one song too much to ask?

Y/n’s vision flittered to her dance partner. His jaw clenched and nose scrunched up. She chuckled, seeing his pout. Giving him a smile to relax, his grip on her waist loosened. However, it quickly left her face when a hand clamped down on Honenuki’s shoulder. Bakugo looked furious at being ignored. Crimson eyes glittered dangerously, glaring down at the softening hero.

“Katsuki,” Y/n quickly intervened, “I wasn’t expecting you to come. I thought you hated these events.”

The final notes of the song faded out being replaced by a different tune. Sighing, Honenuki offered Bakugo the hand resting within his. Stepping out of the way, he allowed the interrupting man to take his place.

“I see my one dance is over. I’ll be leaving now, Y/n. Text me when your home safe,” he slipped into the crowd disappearing, “whomever’s home it is.”

“Tch,” Bakugo rolled his shoulders, shaking off the annoyance he had felt. Spinning the h/c around, he let himself relax pulling her tight against his chest once back in his arms. “Yea, I do hate this shit but,” he paused watching her, “at least I get to dance with you.”

“You came just to dance with me?” she teased, a grin spreading across her face.

He rolled his eyes, “you wouldn’t shut up about there being a masquerade and how you’d always wanted to attend one.”

“Didn’t mean you had to come.”

“You’re right, I didn’t have to. But the thought of you spending the night dancing with some other guy? I hated that more.”

She snorted, shaking her head, “it was just Juzo.”

“Don’t care. I don’t want you dancing with anyone else. And,” a crooked grin tugged the corner of his mouth, “I don’t want that dress on anyone else’s floor either.”

“Not even my own?”

“Definitely look best on my floor, but yours will do as long as I’m the one putting it there.”

“Ah, so I guess anyone can help me put the dress on then?”

Bakugo growled, holding her tighter. His mouth leaning down to her ear, his breath hot. “I don’t share. You should know I don’t play nice with others.”

She pulled back, raising an eyebrow. “You best be nice to me.”

“You aren’t others.”

“Who or what am I then, Katsuki?”

Not waiting for the song to finish, the explosive blond pulled Y/n from the ballroom. Arm wrapped around her shoulders, he kept her close while directing them out of the building. Silence stretched between them until they stood on the steps leading up to the hotel where the masquerade was being held.

Facing her, Bakugo slipped one arm around her waist then let the other hand cup her cheek. “You look beautiful,” rubbing the corner of her mouth with is thumb, he felt her palms rest on his chest. “Even sweaty in a dirty stained hero suit, you take my breath away.”

“Sounds like you might have something wrong with your lungs. You probably want to see a doctor.”

He chuckled, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. After a moment, he pulled back slightly moving his hand up her face to remove her mask. Y/n’s fingers plucked the guise from his face as well. A swift forward movement captured her lips with his. His lips were soft against her mouth as he kissed her deeply. It wasn’t a long kiss or very sensual but it managed to leave them both breathless.

“I hate this kinda shit,” Bakugo motioned to the hotel, “but if it makes you happy I’m willing to compromise. This asshole right here is willing to sacrifice his pride, his time and his energy for you.”

“Why,” she whispered, afraid to break whatever spell rested over them.

“Because, Y/n, you do all that and more for me. Plus you’re smart, and not just with books. You have sense. You’re sarcastic and witty. You’re not afraid of me. I’d be a fucking fool to let you go. And Katsuki Bakugo is no fool.”

“You sure about that,” she teased.

He shook his head smiling, “when it comes to you, defiantly not. Never thought I’d go soft for a girl but here I am. Dressed up attending some stupid ass gala.”

Pushing up on her toes, Y/n pressed her lips against his mouth. Trying to show her gratitude and feelings through the affection. A short moment later, he pulled back.

“I’m trying to confess to you here,” he complained, wearing a faux frown. “Least you could do is let me finish. I’m not fucking doing this again.”

“Oh?”

“Nope, never again. This is it. You and me. For life.” His eyes never waived as he held her gaze. “If you’ll have me that is.”

The corner of her mouth twitched, unable to keep from teasing him. “You’re asking me to be your girlfriend and to marry you at the same time?”

“I’m not asking you to marry me now, but I will one day.” He responded to her mocking question seriously. “If that’s what you want, of course,” he quickly added glancing away, flushing lightly.

“Oh, good,” she teased, “for a second there I thought you were going to pull a ring out.”

He gave her a playful glare as he pulled her close against his chest. “I know I’m shit at articulating my feelings. I also know this might be considered going too fast-”

“So you are self aware.”

Continuing as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “but I’d like nothing more than to build a life with you.”

“Hmmm,” she tapped a finger against her lips like she needed to ponder her answer. Placing her other hand on his bicep, she chewed on her bottom lip. His brow twitched when his eyes flickered to her mouth. Pulling his lips to hover over hers, she acquiesced. “OK. After all, I’d be fool to let such a catch slip through my fingers. And Y/n L/n is no fool.”

“You sure about that?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He snorted, shaking his head. Noses rubbing as their lips touched. This time the kiss wasn’t short or soft. It was passionate. Masks dropped from their fingers to the ground, forgotten. The black fabrics would lay there until discarded by a cleaning crew. The promises made, however, would last a lifetime.

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msdrag0nfly · 10 months

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Bakugo x reader

✨Meeting him✨

You were new at UA, and you were nervous about your first day. you felt the butterflies dancing around your stomach as you began making your way through the confusing hallway, as you did this you noticed a group of people huddled around a tallish boy (around 5’8) With blonde spiked hair and a irritate, stern expression, all of the people who huddled him seemed to be poking fun at him only making his expression become angrier by the minute.

You stared at his slouched messy appearance as you recognised him from somewhere but you don’t know where from- oh it’s that boy Bakugo from the sports festival last year you thought to yourself and with that you made a mental note to try and get to know him later.

As the day progressed, you found yourself sitting two rows away from Bakugo in every lesson- you only knew this because his spiky hair made it impossible to see the lesson on the board so you watched him instead as you had heard of his poor reputation of being brash and over-reactive however after inconspicuously watching him you found he was actually quite hardworking and intelligent and you could see his passion for heroism clearly.

After school you approached him cautiously after all you knew what people said about him and besides it was your first day and you weren’t intending on dying today of all days (how embarrassing). “Hi I’m y/n ur you can call me n/n* I’m new here and I just wanted to introduce myself” to your greatest surprise he didn’t get angry and yell instead he just said “got it. Just don’t get in my way and we won’t have any problems”- cocky but that’s better than getting your head blown up.

Over the following months you had become friends with bakugos friend group- the Baku squad as other students called them and even may I dare say become friends with Bakugo due to the countless nights of studying for the tests your unmerciful teacher Mr Aizawa had given out. With each study date and training session that went by you found yourself deeply enamoured by Bakugos determination and willpower which deeply inspired you to work hard and pursue you out Dreams whilst developing on your quirk abilities.

You could tell behind his tough exterior there was a caring personality because sometimes whilst training or studying he would go out of his way without being asked just to come and help you and others out by giving advice and offering to spar even if he was cocky whilst doing so.

One Friday as you headed to the corner shop to top up your dorm snacks you heard a loud scream filled with terror. Turning on your heel you bolt towards the dark alleyway in which the scream had came from where you found a middle school boy on the ground crying holding his bloody head and a man with shoulder length greasy blonde hair and a grey dirty hoodie sprinting away you activate your quirk not caring if you could get in trouble for doing so and use it to catch the villains attention who turns to stare at you before activating his own quirk where he nearly triples in muscle size and double in height which is then used to over power you and throw you aside like garbage. As the villain walked towards you you felt fear and prayed to all the Gods for some form of strength when suddenly BANG! As the smoke cleared your vision you saw Bakugo standing palm out facing the villain the next thing you saw was black.

When you woke up in the hospital you saw your friends Mina, Kirishima, Denki and Bakugo sitting down talking together. “OMG guys they’re awake they’re awake!” Mina squealed with excitement. You felt confused trying to recall what had happened. You were told that Bakugo - your friend had bravely saved you and you had suffered a concussion. When you were discharged from the hospital you went to Bakugos door knocking. When it opened you thanked the ruby eyed boy to which he responded with a scoff and told you that you needed to train more.

“Stop being so rude Bakugo I do train and you know that” you state feeling embarrassed and upset

“I know you do stop being so sensitive it was a joke I’m sorry” he said apologetically- wait did he just apologise? you thought which made you laugh because over the past few month you hadn’t heard him apologise to anyone even when he had thrown poor Midoryia into a wall- this made you chuckle “oi what are you laughing at?” He asked almost threateningly. Not wanting to actually die this time you change the subject “Nothing, nothing anyway how did you find me?” You asked curiously “you butt dialled me idiot and your snap maps were on so I found you” you laugh at the absurdity of his response which also makes him laugh with you.

You then realised you had made a true friend. Bakugo wasn’t as mean as everyone thought.

*n/n=nick name

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skylar19737 · 1 year

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Take Care - Katsuki Bakugou

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Warnings: Heavy angst, cursing, sad/soft baku, character death, illness, fainting.

Bakugou x Gn!Reader

WC: 0.6K

Summary: You and Bakugou have been dating for a few months now, but you still haven't told him about the sickness that has been in your family for generations. Yet, that sickness is the exact reason why the rest of your family is gone. Though you're only sixteen, the symptoms are starting to appear one by one after each passing day. Bakugou always wondered why you never opened up to him, but that day would soon come.

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(All creds to the artist.)

You jump out of your bed, falling onto the floor to three loud bangs on your door. "Oi, Dumbass! Wake up, or you're gonna make us late!" He said, waiting at the door. "Hold on! Let me get dressed!" You said, urgently putting on your school uniform before unlocking your door face to face with your favorite ash blonde: Katsuki Bakugou. You both walk out, hands and fingers interlocked. It was only a few minutes before you began to have a hard time breathing and started to gasp for air, holding onto his shirt with one hand and the other over your chest. "Y/n? Y/n, this isn't funny. The hell's wrong with you?!" He says, kneeling down to pick you up. "I'm taking you to the hospital. Just please stay with me... okay?" Your mouth opened to speak, but nothing besides a quiet hiccup escaped. He sighed at the lack of response from you. A few seconds later, you black out.

<<<Time Skip>>>

You slowly flutter your eyes open. Almost immediately, you feel something slightly shifted on your arm. You look down and see Bakugou with his head down. "Katsuki? Are you awake?" You hear him sniffling. "Y/n?" "Hey there." He stands up to sit on the bed fully. Then, he pulls your delicate body into his, wrapping you in the tightest embrace you ever received from him. Your eyes soften at the affection. "Are you okay? Please be okay..." You hug him back and start to play with his hair. " Katsuki, I'm going to be honest, I'm anything but." You feel him tense up after you said that. "Y/n, I know you've been hiding something from me. And I know it has something to do with this. Tell me. Now." You sigh as he pulls away from you, the salty liquid welling up in the corner of his eyes just seconds away from overflowing . "It's a sickness that has been passed down and killed off my entire family... I'm the only one left. I'm honestly surprised I lived this long compared to everyone else. Realistically, I only have a day or two left. I wish we had more time together. There's still so many things I wanted to experience with you, so many things you made me feel I didn't believe was possible. I dont want you to be sad when i die, okay? Live your life, find someone new... I'm sorry for not telling you-" You're interrupted by a soft and meaningful kiss. You pull away to see him crying. "I don't want to loose you…. I love you so damn much." He says, sobbing now as you pull his head onto your chest. "I love you too, Katsuki.… I-" You fall on your back gasping again. "Y/n, Y/n! Not now, please!" He yells, trying to keep you awake. As he's about to call for a doctor, until he sees your puples dilate and go glossy, as you're no longer breathing. You died in his arms.

<<<A few weeks later>>>

"Hey, teddybear, I brought some of your favorite flowers. I miss you….. a lot. I promise I won't ever forget about you." He sets the flowers down by your gravestone and starts to walk away. "Take care, TeddyBear."

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thetwomeansofrefuge-musicandcats · 1 year

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Kat + Dynomite Bakugou x Fem!reader

*Chapter 2 - Part 3*

You didn’t get to talk to anyone because the bell rang right after your speech. You went through the next classes without a break. By the time it was lunch, you were utterly exhausted. You walked into lunch rush with a crowd and got your food. You looked around but didn’t know where to sit.

“Hey, Ginerva, I’m Midorya,” the big-eyed boy with green hair said. He had more thoughts consumed around how your quirk worked. You really didn’t want to talk to him.

“Hello Ginerva, I am Tenya Ida, the class rep–”

“Yo! Gin, over here!” A red-haired boy with shark teeth was waving two tables away.

“Sorry, gotta go,” you said. You don’t do well with people like Ida and Midorya, you could tell from their thoughts they liked to keep the rules around. However, the redhead seemed like the type to back you up on throwing a house party.

You walked over to the table and the redhead introduced everyone, “I’m Kiri. The pink girl is Mina. The yellow-haired guy is Denki. The guy with black hair is Sero. The girl with weird ears is Jiro. And this guy is Katsuki Baku-bro.” He said pointing to each person.

“That’s not my name, shitty hair,” Katsuki yelled at Kiri.

Chapter 3 coming soon!!! Chapter 3 is going to be all from Bakugou's perspective! Please like and repost, thanks! ;D

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grad702-nina-jackson · 2 years

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Week 2.2: Photography, Type, and Alphabet

Photography

I spent a day outside of work photographing Hamish and a lot of his personal work in order to build up a background on irezumi tattooing and practice

I also wanted to test whether this could be an option of alternate imagery in my publication rather than the straight illustration.

Although I wanted to illustrate. I also tried out photographing other artists and their work for the publication imagery to see if it could be a better fit. These images are of Hamish Mclauchlan, the tattoo artist I work under. He specialises in largescale Irezumi pieces and is widely recognised in the tattooing world.

Ultimately I decided against using an artists face or their professional work in my publication. This is because I wanted the focus to be on the concept of irezumi itself, without attaching a specific person and their established style of tattooing to it.

I used my own illustrations because although they are all produced by one person, they are an ambiguous interpretation of a massive collection of irezumi artwork. The reader should be able to envision their own world of irezumi from the publication without bias.

Typography

I know I want my display type and potentially bodycopy to follow a loose, script like/ handrawn, personable feel. Something inky and imperfect would be excellent for a title font as I want it to match the illustrations in this illustrative and painted style. Below are some rough options that I was drawn towards for the minimal type that I plan to have in this picture book like publication.

Alphabet for Irezumi

Since I want my picture book to follow this ABC structure I started brainstorming ideas for each letter of the alphabet. I thought this would be a way to link the western world to this popular Japanese tattoo style that has been made popular worldwide. Western clients are becoming more and more common and this is likely who my picture book will be aimed towards as they are more likely to have a lack of understanding of the cultural and historical symbolism of the irezumi style rather than local Japanese people.

The only thing to take into consideration is the fact that in japan a few letters in the english alphabet do not exist so I will have to comment on this at some point in my book as some letters such as q and x. Below is my current list that I am constantly returning to in order to structure my illustrative process moving forward.

Ape, Akkorokamui (octopus)

Bones, Baku (devoured of dreams), Blossum, Botan (peony)

Cat, Crab, Crane, Crysanthumum

Daruma

Enkō (kappa of shikoku), enenra (yokai of smoke)

Frog, Fujin, Foo dog

Geisha, Golden boy, Genbu (black tortoise)

Hannya, Hou-oo (pheonix), Hebi (snake), Heikegani (crab)

Irezumi, ikuchi (yokai of the sea, serpent)

Jorogumo (spider woman), Jishin-namazu (giant catfish that causes natural disasters)

Koi, Kitsune, Kappa, Kirin, koinobori, Kiku (Chrysanthemum), Kaeru (frog)

Lotus (Hasu)

Masks, monkey, Maneki Neku (cat)

Nue (chimeria), Namakubi (severed head), Namazu (catfish), Noppera-bō (faceless ghost)

Oni

Pheonix, Peony

Ryu, Raijin

Serpent, Sakura, Samurai

Tiger, Tengu, Toad, Tanuki (raccoon dog)

Ushi-Oni

Vulture

Warrior, Wave of Kanagawa, wakkaonna

Yokai (ghosts demons spirits)

Zugaikotsu (Skull)

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