bakugou katsuki in heroes rising

"I'll have her text it to you."

So...Bakugo has the Fuyumi's number... Jealousy has no bounds.

fix me! ; hawks

— fluff, nurse!reader

— based from this fanart because hawks looks so handsome

THE MOMENT YOU heard a knock on your door on a Friday night, you knew who it was. Sighing and leaning back against your couch, you tightly shut your eyes wishing that if you do that the person on the other side would go away. The knocks continue, sounding more urgent and rushed. The sounds travel to your ears and to your conscience. It fills every space in your body that you groan and push aside the bowl of popcorn you had prepared earlier for your Friday movie night.

“Fine!” You call out, knowing damn well the knocker could hear you. He did have a sharp sense of hearing. “Fine!”

When you open the door, there's a bloody man sitting with his legs folded and crossed over, red wings tattered behind him. He weakly pushes back his crimson-matted golden locks and looks up to grin at you, eyes turning to crescents.

“Hi, angel.”

“Don't ‘angel’ me, Hawks. If you keep getting into near-death situations, why don't you just,” you pull him up and drag him inside. “... let me bring you to death, instead?”

Hawks hangs his arm over you and allows himself to gently place his weight on you, “Oh, ho, ho, darling. I’d be honored to die by your hands but, hmm, not now. Soon, though, okay?”

“Just shut up and let me bring you to the table.”

“Ooh, grouchy.”

The winged hero twirls a strand of your hair with his finger and you struggle to slap it away. Finally hauling over to your dining table, you place a hand on your hip and look at his beaten up form. “Okay, tell me, what happened?”

“Minor wounds on my arms, I think I broke a a heel, gun shots on my wings and a deep katana cut below my tiddies.”

“Pecs, Hawks. Pecs.” You stifle a giggle. “Also, guns and katana? Aren't we in a Quirk world?”

The blonde boy shrugs, “They probably brought those ‘cause I was too powerful for them. Still defeated them, though.”

“I wasn't asking for an answer. Strip.”

The rest was routine. Hawks slowly stripped his clothes off him, articles of blood soaked materials falling to your kitchen floor. He does all this, moaning over the pain, while you clean yourself up and prepare the kit dedicated to Hawks and his bloody nights. The first time the two of you met was him lying against a grimy wall and beside a heap of trashbags. You had just finished your last shift for the day when you nearly tripped over his leg. Of course, you took him in and found out that he only had minor wounds and had just passed out from exhaustion. You let him sleep on your bed that day. Since then, he would pop by your apartment, usually just to hang out, get himself fixed up or try to flirt with you.

His attempts were always shot down by you. You found him attractive and sweet, but what good would dating a guy whose days are probably numbered? You don't tell him this, though. You just pretend that you think he wasn't serious and him wanting to date you is just bullshit.

“Oh, you've got popcorn on the couch. Were you about to watch something?” Hawks says, peering behind you and at your couch and television. “What were you gonna watch?”

“Romeo and Juliet.”

“Oh, like that really old one?”

“No, the Leonardo DiCaprio one. He's really cute.”

“I can't even argue with you on that.”

“You better not, Hawks. Wanna watch it with me?”

“After you fix me up?”

“Of course. What? You thought I was actually gonna let you die?”

“No, but dying in front of such a romantic movie beside you sounds nice, angel.”

He really baffles you. Twists your stomach into knots. Makes your cheeks heat up, warmth sometimes rushing to the tip of your ears. Quirk up your lips to an unstoppable and endearing smile.

Hawks makes you happy, you realize. He makes you happy and bubbly and bright. He really is sun-like, like his eyes and hair.

“C’mon, let's fix you up. I don't like movie dates with a bloody guy.”

“So this is a date?” His golden eyes widen jubilantly. “For real? Are we... are we dating now?”

“Woah, not so fast, Mister.” He gazes at your smile, giddy. “You've got to last a month without getting severely injured and instead of barging here to get fixed up, why don't you pick me up for dates then we'll see if we wanna keep this shit up?”

“Okay, I'm fast enough to dodge things. I can do this. I can go one month without getting hurt.”

You pick from his collection of nicknames, “Yeah, you better do that, dove.”

He repeats the nickname under his breath with a smile then looks at you, “Hey, angel?”

“Yeah?”

“I really like you.”

“I know.”

I can’t believe this is still getting love!!! 

Oh Boy

Your high school crush, third year Tamaki Amajiki, is hit by a villain’s quirk on the job. He turns into a child and you are seemingly the only one he finds comfort in, so you take care of him. 

pairing: tamaki amajiki x reader

word count: 1800+ 

genre: fluff mostly, secret crushes

warnings: basically none, like one (1) compromising position

a/n: i imagine him to be around six, maybe seven years of age? like he can talk and understand things properly, but he still needs a comforting hand. 

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Hi! I took a loooong break, but as I’ve started rewatching bnha I couldn’t help but check in on this blog. I’m considering opening up requests again! <3

“please just pretend to be my date.” wait ry imagine dabi being dragged along to a date. he obviously doesn't want to go but i am trying to picture a scenario where he would agree to do this *sniffles in dabi is misunderstood*

Raph!!!! Hello and thank you, lovely! 💙 side note, 11 is my favorite number. 

11. “Please just pretend to be my date.” 

Fandom: BNHA / My Hero Academia Pairing: Dabi x Fem!ReaderWarnings: smoking, drinking, bar theme, and aggressive men. 

Dabi sat on top of a high bar stool, smoking his fifth cigarette of the night and slowly working his way through a bottle of bourbon. This wasn’t a bar he usually frequented, but the bartender and he had an understanding - leave the bottle and don’t make small talk. After taking a last, long drag off the filter he held between his slender finders, Dabi determined it was time to light up his next one. But as he twisted the finished cigarette roughly against the glass ashtray something caught his attention. A young woman close to his age had just burst through the side door of the bar and through a group of people that had been swaying on the makeshift dance floor. Through the dim lighting, Dabi could make out a pair of wide, searching eyes. Dark makeup rimmed those [color] eyes, and it was obvious she had been crying. Normally, this would be the kind of shit Dabi stayed far away from. Weepy chicks who couldn’t handle their liquor weren’t something he had any interest in. But something in those eyes had caught his attention… and she was already making her way through the see of high top tables and patrons to where he was sitting. Dabi rolled his eyes, silently cursing himself for not keeping his eyes on his drink instead of gawking like some idiot. But as you got closer to him, Dabi could see that behind your tears and fucked up make up- your eyes were full of terror. “Help me, please.” Your voice was barely more than a whisper as you reached out to touch the sleeve of the man’s worn jacket. “The fuck?” Dabi asked, reeling back from the sudden invasion of his personal space. At the same time, the door to the bar opened again. And this time, a big man staggered in, obviously drunk. “Hey, sweetcheeks!” The drunk shouted swaying sideways against the same group of dancers, “Where’d ya go?” At the new development, you had attached yourself to Dabi’s side and he could feel your hands shaking as you gripped his clothes. His eyes met yours again, and he started to understand what was happening. “Please just pretend to be my date… or my brother. Anything.. please..” you pleaded with him, putting all of your hope in a stranger based on nothing more than eye contact across a crowded bar.Dabi wrapped his free arm around you as he stepped down from the bar stool, moving so his body was between you and the man staggering across the room. “There you are - hic - s’sexy. Come on home with me - hic” His words were slurred and the stench of sour, cheap booze was somehow other powering the smoke and atmospheric smell of the bar. The figure lunged forward toward you and Dabi. A scarred hand stretched out to stop him from getting any closer. “This is not your night, and I am not the man you want to fuck with.” Dabi’s voice was a growl and stirred something inside of you. You vaguely wondered if this was how wild animals scared off predators while simultaneously protecting their pack. You felt safer, against any logical reasoning. After all, who was to say you hadn’t just traded one gross drunk for another sketchy stranger? The drunk laughed so hard he lost his balance and fell against an empty table for support. “Hah! What’s an ugly twig like you gonna do?” In a flash, Dabi had pulled his hand back and snapped it forward in a fist, connecting directly with the drunk’s face. A sickening crack and spurt of blood indicated the bone had broken on impact. The drunk fell to the floor, clutching his face and howling in pain.The bartender shouted something about Dabi needing to “get the fuck out” before he called the police; but the raven haired man ignored him in favor of turning back to the bar and downing that last of his bottle of bourbon in one swig. You could hardly understand what had just transpired. From being groped on the sidewalk outside to watching a stranger almost knock your assailant out cold - your head was spinning. You were strongly regretting walking home alone tonight. Your savior had finished his drink and turned to face you again.  “Come on, I’ll make sure you get home alright.” He held out a hand and you took it, noticing the way your smaller hand was almost lost in his as he lead you toward the exit; stepping around the mess of a brute that was still bleeding onto the floor of the bar. Once the two of your were alone, walking down the street away from the bar, you found your voice again.“I -” you weren’t sure how to thank someone for that. “Thanks. What’s your name?” “You can call me Dabi, if you want to call me anything at all.”  This is part of my random mini event. ✨ | Send me a prompt (and a character or pairing of your choice) from this list! 🎐

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i don’t post my edits on here but when i finish shinsou’s bday edit (late) i will, for my own pleasure

LAST DRAWING TONIGHT I SWEARRR 

Late Kaminari Birthday art ;; Hes a bby 

“Lighten Up” by Ronald Wimberly

Beautifuly written- and drawn.

By: zen0006

A lot of people tend to write Aizawa as speaking fairly formally and no nonsense, myself included, so here's a friendly reminder for us all:

a sfw, choose-your-own collaboration created by the bnharem server !!

after a long six months, summer is finally here! from pool parties to traveling the world, everyone is taking advantage of the bright skies and warm weather in a variety of ways. the possibilities are endless, so who will you be spending your summer with this year?

⤷ aizawa shouta / eraserhead — @league-of-thots​

⤷ amajiki tamaki — @shotosmainhoe​

⤷ ashido mina — @simpingh0e​

⤷ bakugou katsuki — @bratwritings​

⤷ dabi — @tamasoft​ 

⤷ hadou nejire — @candychronicles​

⤷ iida tenya — @sugacookiies​

⤷ jirou kyouka — @bnhabadass​

⤷ kaibara sen — @burnedbyshoto​

⤷ kirishima eijirou — @pixxiesdust​

⤷ midoriya inko — @lesbian-peanut-writer​

⤷ midoriya izuku — @antigenius​

⤷ monoma neito — @jojosmilktea​

⤷ sakamata kugo / gang orca — @kittycatkrissa​ 

⤷ sero hanta — @secondhand-trash​

⤷ shigaraki tomura — @tomurasprincess​

⤷ shindou yo — @heyybrittannia​ 

⤷ shinsou hitoshi — @kingexpl0sionmurder​

⤷ takami keigo / hawks — @lordexplosionsextra​

⤷ tetsutetsu tetsutetsu — @justabstractthings​

⤷ todoroki natsuo — @saetyrn9

⤷ todoroki shouto — @mrs-takami-keigo​ 

⤷ torino sorahiko / gran torino — @bakugotrashpanda​

⤷ toyomitsu taishiro / fat gum — @cellotonin​

⤷ yoarashi inasa — @plusultrawritings​

so beautiful lois 🤍

I hope the me in parallel universe is...