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a fic for the girlies who think carmy should date a latina,, this one is for us babes

#carmen berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto x oc

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wish on an eyelash

pro hero!keigo takami aka hawks x singer/influencer!reader, established relationship

( this is very much fluff and indulgence, take a shot if you’ve ever thought abt hawks n his eyeliner bc c’mon we all have, it’s hot as shit )

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You’d taken your time, setting up your special ring lights and tripod, writing down the questions you’d be answering during your video, and making sure all your makeup supplies were set out in an order that wouldn’t make it obvious which order they went in.

During your last live video, you’d been asked multiple times for your boyfriend to do your makeup for a video.

Now, your boyfriend was a busy man (being the number two hero and all), but your audience had been requesting his presence in a video for some time now and you had to admit the idea sounded quite fun. Keigo was always welcome to your ideas, happy to show up during your lives if your fans asked where he was and eager to help you with your set ups whenever you were going to film something new. He’d actually done a voice over for you once a few months back (your fans had went nuts over that) when you lost your voice post concert and you’d promised to get your routine up before a certain point so it shouldn’t be too difficult for him. That, and the fact that he liked to watch you get ready most days.

You’d tweeted out a week earlier for them to send in some questions as a bonus while he did your makeup.

“We ready, baby?”

A pair of familiar hands hugged you around the middle, your boyfriend resting his chin on your shoulder and kissing your cheek repeatedly.

“Just about, you wanna approve the questions we’ll be answering this video?” You asked, holding up the notebook for him to see.

“Nah, I’m an open book, plus I trust you chose appropriate questions.”

“The amount of people that are curious about our sex lives is insane.” You rolled your eyes as you took a seat on the floor and patted the spot next to you for him to sit too.

He glanced at the coffee table, you guessed he was trying to picture the order of things.

You started off the video with your basic greeting that you always used before introducing your boyfriend (as if he needed an introduction) and he grinned as he gave a wave to the camera,“I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

A nervous smile lit up your face as you clapped your hands together and explained the gist of what your viewers would be seeing today,“As you all have been requesting, Keigo will be doing my makeup for me today. A bunch of you noticed he watches me get ready a lot and said he should be able to do it and—”

“I’d never turn down a challenge.” He cut in, smirking,“Trust me, I got this.”

“For my sake, I really hope so.” You then picked up your notebook,“As a treat so you guys won’t be too bored, I sent out an ask for questions, many of you guys always wonder about our relationship and while we do like to keep things private, we thought a little insider from us couldn’t hurt.”

“Do you know what you’re gonna start with?” You asked your boyfriend and he grinned, surprising you by picking up the correct item.

“You gotta prime your surface first, don’t ya?”

You turned your body toward him instead of facing the camera so he could begin, Keigo placed both hands on your face and kissed your nose before adjusting your position.

“Alright, first question.” He said as he uncapped the primer.

You glanced at your notebook out of your periphery,“How did you and Hawks meet?”

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he rubbed the primer in with his fingers, letting it dry while he scanned the table for his next item.

He faced the camera briefly,“We met at the grocery store, we’re boring people, okay?��

“Truth.” You giggled, as you were sure people expected a much more exciting story.

Keigo, now armed with an eyebrow pencil, began running the brush through your brows before slightly marking a few empty spots. You grinned, he knew you so well.

“I’m sure many of you think we met at that gala where I interviewed Keigo on whether he preferred chicken or beef and he said—”

“Take me out to dinner and find out.” He quoted himself from that night.

You laughed,“Sorry to disappoint, but by then we’d actually been on a couple dates and I very much knew the answer to that question, I was asking stuff from his fans. We were pretty lovesick already at that point, I think, and then everyone started shipping us.”

“Unbeknownst to you all, we were seeing everything and just laughing.” Keigo chuckled.

He tapped his chin as he picked up an eyeshadow palette and opened it up to sniff it.

He searched the pile of brushes while you asked the next question,“What was your first date like?”

“Ooh, I have this one!” Keigo dipped his brush into what he guessed was your favorite color based on how much was missing,“Initially, I wanted to fly her to our date spot, but since I happened to know how deathly afraid of heights she was… I knew it wouldn’t happen — not on the first date, I thought — so we took a nice little stroll there, I picked her up and she was wearing a sparkly dress and looked oh so pretty—”

“There’s a picture of me in that outfit up on my accounts, actually, if you know you know.” You commented before he grabbed your chin and instructed for you to close your eyes.

“I took that picture.” He made sure to clarify, and you felt him tap something (glitter, you were guessing) into your inner eyelids as he continued,“Anyway, I had this gazebo set up really nice, lots of lights, flowers, cute shit, and we had dinner and talked the whole night, super romantic. By the end of it, she loved me—”

“Don’t lie!”

“You did, dove, I mean, c’mon, you let me fly you around by the end of it.”

“Okay, I did.” You sighed,“But only because you made me feel like I could really trust you.”

“And have I ever given you any reason to doubt that?” He looked into your eyes and again, you sighed.

“No…”

“Then?”

“Whatever. What’s next?” You pointed at your makeup pile that he was slowly going through, putting aside what he’d already used.

He went through and placed foundation all over your face, making sure to blend it into your neck while you went through a few more questions.

“Who does Hawks’s eyeliner?” You giggled.

Your boyfriend scoffed, facing the camera with a deadpan expression on his face,“Okay, I’m saying this once and only once, much to contrary belief, the ‘eyeliner’?” He rubbed at his eye and even dragged his finger down,“Is not makeup, it’s not a part of my costume or a fun little gimmick, the closest I can get to explaining it is a beauty mark. It’s permanent.”

“You tell ‘em, babe.” You continued to laugh, only to stop as he picked up your actual eyeliner.

“Just for that we’re gonna replicate this on you.”

“Awe.” You pouted,“I can’t pull that off.”

And he knew it too since you only ever applied eyeliner very minimally.

“Shush and hold still.” He paused the step he was on to attempt the new look for your eyes.

“I’d like you all to know, Keigo is very much holding his breath right now and his mouth is wide open, he’s definitely one of us.” You said smugly, an inside joke only those who wore makeup and did anything eye related could understand.

“Hold on, shh.” Your boyfriend paused as he swiped a finger under your eye and held it out to you,“Make a wish.”

This wasn’t a rare occurrence actually, you often lost many eyelashes due to rapid blinking whenever your eyes became strained and he loved for you to make wishes. You often did the same to him; and so you closed your eyes and thought of your wish before blowing away the eyelash.

He grinned and pecked your lips,“So what’d you wish for?”

“Can’t tell you, it won’t come true.”

He pouted, but knew the rules just as well. He finished up his eyeliner and immediately resuming his last step. Now you were the one pouting,“I wanna see.”

“Nope, wait until the end.”

“Boo.”

“Next question, lovebird.”

You continued through the questions until Keigo seemed satisfied enough with your looks, finishing off with a kiss to seal the deal and you smiled,“Done?”

“Mhm.”

“No lipstick?”

“No point.” He shrugged, leaning back on his hands,“I’ll end up eating it all off in a second anyway.”

You didn’t bother correcting him, picking up a mirror to check out the eyeliner that he actually made a little thinner than what his non-eyeliner looked like and you smiled, it didn’t look half bad and he got all the steps right. Though he didn’t do them in the order you did them, they weren’t technically wrong and you looked pretty alright.

As you finished off the video, your boyfriend waved at the tripod and you shut off the camera.

“Well, I’d call that a success.” You smiled at him.

“Great, wanna go get ice cream?” He looked up at you in adoration before teasing,“I wanna show off my hard work.”

You smiled, you already had your wish.

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#mha #bnha #my hero academia #keigo takami x reader #hawks

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try again

katsuki bakugo x reader

( i love it when that first name barrier is broken, it’s so chef’s kiss, part of me wants to do a shoto version of this, lmk if i should, also really wanna write something for kaminari lmk, my baby <33 )

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He wasn’t used to people calling his name.

But you’d asked him once if you could use his and who was he to deny you?

“Sure.” The words had slipped past his lips, almost hesitantly.

They might’ve even been discouraging because for the first week after you’d asked him you didn’t actually start calling him by his first name. You kept on calling him Bakugo just as everyone else did. He was kind of disappointed.

“Bakugo!” There was your voice again, and again you didn’t say what he wanted to hear.

“We’re all gonna watch a movie in the living room, do you wanna join? We’re leaning toward a scary one, I know you like those too.” You asked him.

He didn’t turn around, he was sitting at his desk and toying with one of his gauntlets.

“Try again.”

“Oh.” He knew you were frowning just by the change in your voice,“No need to be a grump about it, could’ve just said you were busy.”

He placed his screwdriver down,“Not what I meant, idiot.”

You were definitely frowning now,“We name calling now? What’s up with you?”

“Tch.”

“What? I wanna know, you’ve been acting so weird and tense all week. Even Izuku wondered what’s got you so bent out of shape.”

And that did it.

He stood up, turning around to reveal the glare on his face,“Is he now? He’s concerned?”

“Yes, he is, and I am too. All of us, actually. Katsuki, you can talk to me.”

And oh my god…

He stopped moving, stopped breathing, he was sure the whole world took a pause too. A heat he wasn’t familiar with crawled it’s way up his body, his face and the tips of his ears had to be red. He thought he might even be producing more nitroglycerin than normal on his palms, they’d never felt so sweaty in his life until now.

“Again.” He demanded.

“What?” You looked so lost.

He finally released the breath he’d been holding,“My name. Say it again.”

You were confused, but you obeyed.

“Katsuki.”

“Was that so hard?” He asked.

“What are you talking about? Seriously, are you okay?” You’d walked up to him, placed your hand on his forehead and then his cheeks,“You feel warm all over, are you developing a fever?”

His hand wrapped around your wrist and he pulled it away from his face, he didn’t even care as he pressed his sweaty palms against your own.

“I’m fine.”

“Bak—”

“Katsuki.” He cut you off,“Not Bakugo. You call me Katsuki. You asked me if you could. Say it.”

You repeated his name once more.

Two syllables had never sounded better.

His finger traced your lips, from which he only expected to hear his first name from now on. Every time you’d attempt to call him by his last name he’d repeat what he had tonight— try again, until you got the memo and switched back over, until it was the only thing you’d call him. At least until he brought himself to ask you out.

Then he’d expect other names, he knew you were fond of calling your friends babe, he wondered what it’d sound like directed at him, or if you’d call him something else.

For now, Katsuki it was.

He took your hand again,“So what movie are we watching?”

“I thought you didn’t want to.” You were still partially clueless.

“Never said that, Y/N.” He used your name now, and seeing you blush in return made him feel good inside,“And you better sit next to me.”

Who were you to deny him?

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#bnha #mha #my hero academia #katsukibakugo #katsukibakugoxreader #he deserves to be babied #he’d lose his shit if you called him love or darling for sure

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this is me trying

pro hero!katsuki bakugo aka dynamite x quirkless!reader, established relationship, hurt x comfort, anxiety, fluff, sfw

( don’t get big girl jobs, they’re scary + hard, also idk if 90days is more of an american thing but it’s basically a period of time where your job isn’t exactly guaranteed and after the fact your boss can decide whether they’d like to keep you ! )

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You weren’t having a good day.

Actually, your day had started off well. You actually managed to eat breakfast nowadays, no longer nervous to go into work (having been a wreck for the first few weeks, maybe even a month into your hire), but now it’d been close to three and it was safe to say you felt a lot more comfortable. With your coworkers and your job itself, this was your first real job since graduating college, having waitressed before.

Then you’d caught eye of your online calendar.

A meeting.

With your manager and your team leader.

Fuck.

You told yourself you were ready, you’d completed your self evaluation way beforehand and you thought you’d been doing pretty well with all your new tasks.

But things weren’t always as they seemed, and an hour long meeting left you a tad deflated.

You sat in the break room, having a later lunch than your coworkers because you’d been in the conference room for longer than expected. You weren’t a child anymore, and you hadn’t really been scolded much as one, but it felt like you’d just received the worst berating of your life.

The bento your fiancé had packed you sat in front of you and you couldn’t even bring yourself to eat. You read his daily note:

For the most beautiful, hardworking girl.

And that did you in.

You locked yourself away into the work bathroom, trying not to cry while sitting on the closed lid of the toilet.

You dragged the rest of the day at work, trying to keep giving it your all while avoiding any interaction with your coworkers. One of which had already teased you on how often you got called to the “principal’s office” (your bosses insisted on an evaluation every month) and another that commented on how long you guys took with your meeting.

By the time you finally clocked out, you were done.

You didn’t know whether you were thankful to come home to an empty house or disappointed with the silence that greeted you at the door.

A part of you relished being alone right now, while the other cried out for company.

You didn’t make it past the foyer as you sat on the floor by the shoe rack, face in your hands as you tried to focus on breathing— how did you fucking breathe? Why was it so hard all of a sudden?

You were so wrapped up in your distress you didn’t even notice the sound of the door unlocking, or even feel the side of it hit your ankle as Katsuki made his way inside and frowned at the fact that you were right behind it.

“Angel?” He’d decided to come home early today, aware of your important meeting because of your shared online calendar and wanting to hear all about how well it went,“What are you doing behind the door? I could’ve hit you.”

It took him a split second before he realized what was happening and then he was kneeling right by your side, hands on either side of your face as he forced you to look at him. He’d seen you experience anxiety a few times, and he knew it was always different.

Sometimes you needed to hear his voice, needed him to anchor you back to reality, other times you just needed to ride it out by yourself and any physical touch only enhanced the fact that you felt claustrophobic and so sick to the point you felt like you needed to vomit. It was hard for him to see you like this, especially when he couldn’t figure out how to help you right away.

He caught sight of the orange sticky note he’d placed inside with your lunch in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. A quick glance at it helped him get an idea of what might’ve happened in that meeting room, having already found it odd that you didn’t text him first thing to gloat on the pay raise you’d surely get, the words read:

self eval: doing well, getting better :)

meet expectations, need improvement :(

He seethed.

Meet expectations?!

Katsuki Bakugo was painfully aware of how hard you worked your ass off in that office, how worried you’d been when you’d only been taken on as an intern to start and how many nights you couldn’t sleep because you were pondering whether they’d want to even hire you. How much self doubt you carried when you were taking your final college examinations in order to graduate, the tears that leaked from your eyes when you saw that you’d passed beautifully. The way your eyes shone when you revealed to him over dinner that the office was interested in hiring you and you had three months to impress, that on top of the two months you’d already dedicated to working for free for them, pissed him off.

You deserved a good job more than anyone, and he’d offered you plenty of opportunities within his own hero agency despite knowing it wasn’t what you wanted. Your job now made you happy, you felt like you were making a difference and it was why he supported you every step of the way. But the tears… he couldn’t take it anymore.

Heat rushed your cheeks and your eyes snapped up to find your fiancé’s legs encompassing your own as he sat in front of you on the floor of your shared home. You peeled your face away from his hands and the shocking use of his quirk to get you to pay attention to him.

“Listen and listen good because I’m only gonna say this once: fuck that job.”

“What?” Your face fell, tears just about ready to start falling.

“You heard me. This meet expectations bullshit?! You and me both know how fucking hard you’ve been working and clearly they’re under appreciating you, I know you don’t want to work at the agency because you feel like it’s a handout so I won’t bring it up again, but these past three months weren’t just for them to decide if they wanna keep ya. Those three months were for you to see whether that work environment was the right fit for you, so I’ll ask you once: is it?”

“I… I don’t know.” You sniffled.

“You do.” He countered with a shake of his head, he brought his hand back up and ran it through your hair, removing the pin that held it up in order to fluff it out and relieve one of the reasons for your growing headache,“C’mon, angel, you know what’s right for you. Is that office the one?”

“No. Maybe not.” You looked at your stack of papers,“I think I just wanted it to be… because they were the first ones to take a chance on me.”

“Baby, the first ones to take a chance on you were that old man and his kid at the restaurant you were at before. Not these corporate idiots. And you shouldn’t settle for the fear of not knowing if you’ll find better.” He explained.

“But I don’t wanna give up either.” You sighed,“Despite it all, I like this place, I feel good about the work I’m doing there, I just… I have to be more, I have to be better. I can improve, I know that I can. I just need more time, they’ll give it to me, they said so, I just have to be quicker when it comes to learning everything.”

Katsuki frowned deeply,“Of course you can be better, but you shouldn’t have to put up with that shit. Look at what they’ve done to your confidence, honey, no one should have the power to tear you down. Maybe it’s time you let them go and find a new start.”

“I don’t think I could take starting from the ground up again.” You leaned forward, resting your forehead onto his,“It’ll take me forever.”

He kissed your nose,“You have forever and more ahead of you.”

You sighed, allowing yourself to sink into his touch as you explained,“It’s not just that… I also just don’t wanna give up yet, you know? I don’t have to make this place work, but I want to.”

“Then you will.”

And that was all you really needed to hear.

You’d be exceeding expectations before you bosses could blink.

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#bnha #mha #my hero academia #katsukibakugo #katsukibakugoxreader #yes this is loosely based off my day at work #minus katsuki cheering me up unfortunately

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playing house

katsuki bakugo x reader, established relationship, fluff

( my bf and i basically played house yesterday and it felt very bakugo coded so enjoy :) <3 )

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It was nearly midday when you woke up, unlocking your phone to multiple messages from your boyfriend. He sent you updates throughout his morning, seeing as he was a much early riser than you. It didn’t help that you were sick (him being the cause of it, you having caught the cold he had last week) and sore from the random urge to redecorate your entire room last night.

Turns out, hauling furniture and books and all the little trinkets you’d received as gifts from your boyfriend took a toll.

You headed down for breakfast (lunch technically) while responding to his messages before acknowledging his see you soon text with a question.

soo what do you wanna do today ?

You’d already been planning on seeing one another, you’d talked about maybe seeing a movie, though none of the ones out now seemed to really catch either your attention. Various messages came in one after the other as you heated up your food.

parents aren’t home today, they’re at some event until late

i was thinking we could watch Y/F/M and buy some snacks

plus you’re sick so i don’t wanna go far

then later i’ll make us dinner

and if you’d like we can go get ice cream

Your heart swelled. Katsuki didn’t always seem like he’d be the sweetest and your friends always questioned the nature of your relationship and how it worked out, but you knew deep down he was a softy. Especially when it came to you.

you offering to take care of me the whole day ? 🥹🫂

He responded quickly.

the least i can do after getting you sick

You laughed.

so you admit you got me sick ?

yes

sadly

i didn’t want to

it’s okay, worth it in order to kiss my baby 🫶🏼

good

lmk when i can pick you up

After your meal, you sat at your vanity, trying to decide how to style your hair, already having opted out of wearing makeup when Katsuki texted you again.

don’t do your hair, i wanna see your natural hair

well in that case you can come get me whenever, i was already planning on skipping makeup

nose is all red from tissues, it’d all come off anyway :(

. . .

You watched the little dots appear, go away, and then come back before a text came.

what if i told you i was already outside ?

You stood up, heading to your window to find your boyfriend standing right outside. You unlocked the latch and called out to him,“Five minutes, I just gotta change clothes!”

“What for? I already told ya my folks aren’t home.”

“I know, but still! Just hold on!”

You shut the window before he could counter you again and quickly found a semi-presentable outfit just in case his parents left their event early as they sometimes did. Katsuki always shook his head at the fact that you insisted on wearing a perfect outfit whenever you’d be at his house, you couldn’t help it though. You wanted to look nice in case his parents wound up being there.

You weren’t even that comfortable being home alone with him, especially when a certain look came over his face and you two wound up in not so innocent positions.

The only reason you were allowed over was because Katsuki had told his parents he’d gotten you sick and he wanted to cook for you.

You bid your parents goodbye and met up with Katsuki, hugging him first thing. You didn’t miss the way he inhaled your scent, most prominent in your hair by the way he buried his face in it before planting a quick kiss on your neck.

“I missed you too.” You grinned, knowing through his actions what he was trying to say.

He was a tad clingy and you loved it.

Since neither one of you had a car, you walked, though you didn’t mind and you knew he didn’t either as you chatted the entire way. Plus, he didn’t live too far.

There was a convenience store near your house, but Katsuki wanted to wait until you guys reached one closer to his as he wanted to pick up a few ingredients for the meal he was planning and he was certain they had them in stock there. Plus that way you didn’t have to carry anything on the way to his house.

So you walked and took turns talking, you told him about the way you’d decorated your room and the new layout of it and then he told you all about the fashion show his parents were attending and how they mentioned they’d like you two to attend with them on a day you weren’t sick since they had a lot of them coming up and they thought it might interest you.

“We’d have to dress up though, and that’d be annoying.” He frowned.

“Sounds like it might be fun though,” you shrugged,“Plus it’s your parents career, wouldn’t hurt to go in support of them.”

“Yeah, true…”

The topic shifted yet again as you neared the store and Katsuki grabbed a basket at the entrance,“Any snacks you want today, babe?”

You pointed out the premade coffee and he shook his head,“What do you need that shit for today? We’re just gonna be laying around all day.”

“It’s not that I need it, I just enjoy the taste, if I needed it at some point it honestly would’ve been last night, I stayed up way too late.” You sighed.

“Tsk, told you you didn’t have to get it all done in a day.”

“Yeah, but I did and I feel way better about it since now I don’t have to worry about it this week.” You countered, watching with a smile as he grabbed the one he knew you liked and tossed it into the basket.

He knew your favorite snacks too so he didn’t really have to ask what would make you feel better, he took his time nitpicking ingredients and you hugged him from behind all the while he decided whether he might change his meal last minute. It was all very domestic and you allowed yourself to imagine that this is what it’d be like if the two of you lived together. “Make your decision yet? I told you I’m okay with whatever, baby, I’ll eat anything you give me.”

“Don’t I know it.” He smirked and you punched his shoulder at the inappropriate comment.

“Stop.” Your cheeks heated up.

“You love it.” He teased further, even going as far as giving your ass a slap, despite the family strolling right by when he did it.

You rolled your eyes, waiting for them to pass before heading back to his side to hug his arm again,“Yeah, maybe.”

“No, completely, or you wouldn’t be with me.” He pecked your cheek and you leaned into the touch of his hand.

Once upon a time he was shy touching you, now he did it so freely and naturally. It felt like you’d been together forever, despite the fact that it’d only been roughly eleven months.

You went about a couple more aisles, finishing up and walking the remainder of the way home. He set up his things in the fridge and grabbed all the snacks and your drink,“You don’t want this in a different cup? I can change it for you, plus it’s already feeling kinda warm. I’ll add ice.”

“It has ice, love. Plus half the fun is the cup it already comes in.” You made grabby hands,“Sit, and let’s watch. You know you’ve been dying to know how this series ends.”

He settled himself beside you on the sofa and you quickly snuggled up to his side, though it was a tad uncomfortable wearing outside clothes when he was lounging comfortably in sweats. Katsuki took notice of how you constantly pulled your shirt down and he sighed,“I told you you should’ve just worn your pajamas. They’re not coming home, you’ll be back at yours way before that.”

“You’ve said that before, you know your dad will wanna bail before it ends.”

“You’re annoying.” He rolled his eyes, but you know he didn’t mean it as he said,“At least wear one of my shirts.”

In the end he somehow convinced you to wear one of his shirts and an old pair of sweatpants he had from when he was younger that fit you.

You frowned all the way down the stairs, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were a lot more at home in his clothes than what you’d been in before.

You felt him walk up behind you and his teasing voice in your ear,“Now it looks like we fucked.”

“Katsuki!” You shoved him down the remaining steps, but all he did was laugh and open his arms up to you.

You rolled your eyes,“Keep it up and we won’t again for a month.”

“Don’t pretend to be a prude.” He scoffed as he tugged you back down to lay with him.

As soon as your head hit his shoulder, the reality of how sick you felt and tired you were finally settled into your bones and the warmth his body naturally produced made it so you fell asleep at only fifteen minutes into the movie.

By the time your eyes opened again the movie was at its final scene and you felt guilty as you asked him if he was actually paying attention to it and if he genuinely liked it.

He claimed he did after all three times of you asking him if he was sure he enjoyed it. He placed a kiss to your forehead before standing up and stretching,“Gonna get started on dinner, do you want something to snack on in the meantime?”

You thought about it,“Nope.” Better to wait and see what he’d make.

You stood up with him and followed him into the kitchen with the blanket he’d draped over you at some point still wrapped around you, sitting patiently at the island while he maneuvered his way around the familiar space.

The first time you found out Katsuki knew how to cook you’d been shocked, now it seemed fitting that he knew how to work the stove.

In fact, he knew more about knife techniques and the perfect cooking temperatures than you did. The few times you’d found yourself in the kitchen ended in more injuries than successful meals.

You spoke while he cooked and occasionally he’d come over to receive a kiss like it was a reward, when he finally finished he took both your plates and walked you back to the living room to watch something else while you ate. You couldn’t help the thought from crawling into your mind:

Is this what it’d be like if you lived together?

You’d never felt more like an old married couple than you did now, even with all the times you and Katsuki had disagreements and people described you as such. It didn’t really feel like that until now.

“I love you.” You broke the silence that had settled among you both after finishing eating.

He flushed, looking away and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I love you too.”

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#mha #bnha #my hero academia #katsukibakugo #katsukibakugoxreader #his parents absolutely came home after this #mitsuki fawning over how cute her son cooking a meal for you is #her telling you he doesn’t just cook #hubby material wink wink nudge nudge

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shoutout to inko midoriya for creating and raising izuku all on her own, husband? she doesn’t need one. she willed herself to be pregnant and give birth to the world’s greatest hero on her own, that boy is all her so that was all her and no one else

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #inko midoriya #imagine having her as your MIL #she’d be so happy that izuku found someone and be so sweet and incredibly welcoming of you into their little family

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boxed red hair dye

pro hero!eijiro kirishima aka red riot x quirkless!reader, sfw, brief suggestion at the end, established relationship

( note: don’t know if this has been done before but kiri and his box dye and having to do this every time his roots start to show to be able to keep up with his established hero persona has been living in my head rent free as of late </3 )

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They’d all been warned. Get ahead of yourself, don’t think about the implications and you could be stuck with a name for the entirety of your pro hero career. Eijiro knew that when he chose a name in homage to his idol, Crimson Riot, and though he could never bring himself to regret that decision, he did begin to wonder if it was maybe time for a rebranding.

He stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, his boxed red hair dye in his signature color a mere inches away from where he was gripping the edge of the sink as he contemplated. His time as the Sturdy Hero: Red Riot had helped him through a lot— those moments back in high school, it helped him to impersonate the person he’d yet to become. Now he could safely claim the confidence the name and hair color had only briefly provided back then. He was manly, brave, and heroic…

He remembered you joking once:

“You know… when a girl dyes her hair red it typically means she’s going through something, heartbroken, or maybe just a little hurt.” You’d laughed as you watched him retouch his roots while sat on top the bathroom sink, claiming you just wanted to spend more time with him.

Maybe that’d been him back then too. He had been going through a lot of self doubt; hurt by the fact that he could barely bring himself to stand up to a couple of bullies, much less an actual villain, while claiming to want to be a pro hero one day.

Rebrands weren’t completely unheard of, though they weren’t always accepted with open arms. They were a lot of work; for managers, the merch team, and a lot of fans might refuse to call him by a new name given the years he’s already spent as Red Riot. He sighed.

“You okay?” You walked into the bathroom and jumped up onto the sink like you always did when he did these dyeing sessions. You turned your nose up slightly at the box of bleach and hair dye, that stuff always stunk up a storm in your shared bathroom.

“Yeah, just thinkin’…”

“About…?” You placed your hand atop his and the grip he held on the white marble sink relaxed, his thumb swiped over your knuckles, something he always did whenever you reached for his hand.

“I don’t think I wanna dye my hair anymore— I mean, look at what I’ve done to it, not yet thirty and I’ve already got pretty thin hair, all the bleaching and the styling products… I don’t exactly wanna go bald. Don’t think you’d like it either— wait, are you into bald guys? Because that’s what we might be lookin’ at here in just a few years, babe. Plus… ah, I don’t know, I’ve just kinda been wanting a change anyway.”

You chuckled,“One: you won’t go bald, two: even if you did, I’d still love you. Sure, I love the way you look, but I’m not shallow, I’m with you for what’s in here.” You placed your other hand over his heart,“You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known, you make me laugh like no other, I love being with you. I love you. Red hair, black hair… no hair…” Eijiro and you both laughed at that last part,“I’ll love you regardless.”

“I love you too, doll, and thanks.” He took the dye and the bleach both into his hands and placed them in the cabinet below the sink,“You think my fans will be mad?”

“Nope.” You shook your head and smiled at him,“Why would they? You’re still Red Riot, still the legendary Sturdy Hero that doesn’t hesitate to jump in front of flying bullets.”

He realized then that he didn’t have to change his hero name, it didn’t have to be a big pain for everyone. Sure, his fans might grumble at the fact that he won’t sport his signature red hair anymore, but it was his hair and he wasn’t fond of it anymore. Perhaps he’d just outgrown it, he could always say that. Then what you said hit him and he shrugged,“I don’t know, babe, that’s easy to do when you’re bulletproof.”

“Nuh uh.” Another shake of your head,“Not easy to do, bulletproof or not, you’re brave for all that you do and they’ll say the same even if you no longer keep your hair flaming.”

“Literally! Look how burnt it is!” He tugged the strands down in front of his eyes to look at the ends, he gave a relieved sigh this time as he moved to stand in front of you, hands on your thighs while he smiled at you,“Guess I better go out and grab a couple of boxes of black instead, you need me to bring anything else back?”

“I don’t need anything…” a thought entered your mind as your eyes lingered on the cabinet he’d opened and closed a few mere moments ago, to distract him you offered up an idea,“Hey, why not go to a salon instead? Get it done professionally! Maybe you can get it cut while you’re there, wouldn’t hurt to start fresh and say goodbye to split ends.”

“I have split ends too?!” He dove right back to the mirror, running out of the bathroom with his keys in hand and shoes half slipped into before you could point out everything that was currently wrong with his hair, but not before he stopped mid panic to kiss you goodbye and thank you again for being so reassuring and accepting of everything that he did.

You were his rock, after all.

While he was gone, you took it upon yourself to take out the boxed red hair dye again and endure the stench it left behind as you scarcely thought about what you were doing to your own virgin strands of hair as you put it through the round of bleach (luckily, it only took one as your hair was already pretty light) and then the store bought dye. You were just finishing up with styling your new hair and heading out toward the living room when you heard the door opening and closing and Eijiro’s voice.

“Babe! Come check me out, I look hot!”

His back was turned to you as he undid the laces of his shoes,“I think you’ll really like this new haircut—”

You were momentarily distracted by the fact that this was your first time seeing him with his natural hair color, it really made his eyes pop. The very slight undercut was an added bonus, you always found those to look really good. He hadn’t cut too much of his length, just what was necessary in order to grow out new and healthy hair. He truly did look hot.

His jaw was on the floor when you finally made eye contact with him, Eijiro walked up to you and picked up a curled piece of hair to see if it was really red or he’d gone crazy and was seeing things,“Baby… are we okay? Are you going through something and I’ve just been self centered and clueless over here?”

“No!” You laughed at the fact that he still remembered what you’d told him all those years ago the first time you found out his red hair wasn’t actually natural (though you’d always had your suspicions because hello!!!!! Flaming red hair?! Midoriya’s green locks were already a stretch and you only believed that because his mother happened to sport the same do). “We’re great, amazing— I just thought… I don’t know, you were pretty conflicted and this way at least one of us still has the red hair and you won’t miss it too bad… you don’t like it?”

Your heart dropped, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…

“No! I mean— yes!” He quickly corrected himself as he gawked over you, quick to offer his compliments as he took your hand and twirled you slowly while he took it all in, looking one more second away from kneeling at your feet to worship you,“Baby, I love it, I was just surprised, but God, you really can rock anything.”

“Even the bald look?” You teased as he stopped inspecting your hair and brought you in closer by taking hold of your hips.

“Well…”

You smacked his chest playfully as he laughed loud while teasing you for stealing his thunder, bringing your attention back to his new haircut. The whole reason for all of this to begin with.

Now you were the one left with a slack jaw as he sheepishly did a 360 when you demanded to see the back of his head, he was sitting in the salon chair when he remembered your reaction to seeing Bakugou with an undercut and remembered feeling a little jealous.

He’d debated with the hair stylist for fifteen minutes before finally the man next to him turned and told him he could always get over a bad haircut (especially with a girlfriend as supportive as the one he’d been gushing about), but he’d regret it for life if he never even gave it a shot.

Sporting the new style now, he was thankful to his best friend for the inspiration and to the man for butting in when he couldn’t decide which choice to make, even more so when you wasted no time bringing him down for a heated kiss that quickly led to you both using your couch for activities other than sitting down to watch a movie. No care for the fact that your shared bedroom was just right at the end of the hall.

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bonus… titanium

( try and tell me kiri didn’t jam out to this song after ep68, you can’t because he 100% did )

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“I’M BULLETPROOF! NOTHING TO LOOSE! FIRE AWAY! FIRE AWAY.”

Both you and Eijiro sung at the top of your lungs as you jumped around your living room later that night when a sudden burst of energy hit you and you did another spontaneous thing by asking (though it was more like telling) him to dance with you, both more than content and not a care in the world as to how your new looks would be received by his fans or your shared group of friends. You had each other, and he’d never be able to thank you enough for everything you did for him.

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#mha #bnha #my hero academia #eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima x reader

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denki kaminari is a SLUT— i mean mans really thought to himself when everyone was making changes to their costumes to add a silly little choker to his like SIR ?!?!?!? ( pls he’s so slept on, why am i just realizing this like his scenes, i— )

#mha #bnha #my hero acedamia #denki kaminari #he’s for the female gaze #think playing guitar with tokoyami #he’d 100% treat you like a princess