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f4irygh00st · 1 year

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☆Sometimes, all you need is love • Katsuki bakugou x reader

•hey ! I posted this fanfiction on Wattpad but nobody read it so here I am. Btw I'm sorry if there's mistakes, English is not my first language. Oh and i never posted a FF on this app before so it might look ugly

• female reader (she/her)

•Chapter 1

1- annoying sidekick

It's been 3 week since you entered UA and you really like this school, you have friends, amazing ones and you hang out everyday with mina and kyoka, they are your best friends especially kyoka, you've been friends since you were 10 !

But someone caught your attention, an angry blonde boy , he really drives you insane, if he keeps screaming like that you might seriously lose your mind but you're not going to lie , he is attractive and if he didn't acted like this you could have a crush on him

7 am - Monday

Today , you start your 4th week in UA , everything is perfect so far except...well your sleep schedule, you only had 4h of sleep so you decide to drink an energy drink before going to school and now it's time to get ready, kyoka and mina are going to pick you up in 1h , your house is only 5 min away from the school so you and the girls decided that everyday you'll walk to school together.

Since you are sleepy , you decide to wear a simple outfit, a black oversized sweatshirt with a baggy jean , with that you put your converse and some rings not to mention that you always have a necklace on you , it's a small chain with a red guitar pick , your mom gave it to you when you were 5 before she left to go to korea , you never take it off , never. You go downstairs wanting to say hey to your dad but he already left for work.

You're not really hungry so you just eat a piece of bread with some jelly and you sit on your couch watching the news for 30 min before hearing the doorbell rings , it's the girls so you take your school bag and go out.

Mina : hey girl , i need to tell you something about kyoka !! She said with a huge smile on her face

Kyoka : mina ! Please shut up she was blushing

Mina : oh come on , she's our best friend, she needs to know

Kyoka : ok.. i guess you can tell her

Mina : ok so basically, i asked her if she finds any boys from our class cute and guess what ??

You : she finds denki cute ? You already know, it's so obvious

Kyoka : wait ?How do you know??

You : well.. the way you look at him ? It's really obvious that you have a thing for him

Mina : told you ! But anyways , let's talk about you , y/n , do you like anyone?

You : no.

Mina : mh really ? You don't even finds anyone attractive?

You : not really. What a lie

Kyoka : what about Kirishima ? He's a nice guy

You : yeah, he is but he's only a friend and to be honest i don't have time for love , i need to work hard if i want to be at least the number 4 hero

You finally arrive Infront of the school and you join denki and Kirishima to walk to class

You sit in your place ( it's denki's place in the anime but here , it's yours. ) And wait for everyone to come in and you finally see him , already yelling.

Seriously? It's only 8 am and this idiot is already screaming..oh man i can't do this today

The first class of the day is your favorite one , aizawa's class.

After 20 min , mina passes you a small piece of paper with something written on it " Kirishima asked me if we could eat with him and the boys today, are you coming with us ? "

So you write back , making sure that nobody is looking at you "maybe, is bakugo going to be here ? "

"Obviously girl"

" I'm not coming then , sorry "

" You hate him that much? "

" I don't hate him mina , i just don't like him , he pisses me off "

And when you try to give it back to mina , bakugo take the paper from your hand

Bakugo : what are you doing nerd ?

You : give it back asshole

Bakugo : why should I ? You're not even listening to the class instead you're passing notes to your friend, maybe i should tell the teacher oh sorry i meant...your dad ?

You : fuck you bakugo

And that bitch just give you the paper and go back to his work

Seriously bro ? What is wrong with him ?

You decide to just go back to listening to the teacher even though mina is calling your name

At the end of the morning

Even though bakugo is going to be here you still want to eat with your friends so you accept to go with them

You take your food and walk in the cafeteria

Mina : What happened in class with bakugo ?

You : he was just being the dumbass he is

Kyoka : damn you two are enemies or something ?

Kirishima just arrived and join the conversation

Kirishima : what are you talking about ?

He's smiling, really happy to see you

Mina : we were talking about bakugo and y/n , i swear they hate each other so much it's almost scary

Kirishima : oh yeah I saw the way they talked to each other in class

You all sit on a table where bakugo, sero and denki are already sitting and waiting for you.

Denki : hey guys ! kyoka come sit next to me !!

Kyoka : oh uh of course

Mina : *whispering to you* ohh that's interesting

You : mh he definitely like her

You sit in front of bakugo , mina next to and Kirishima is next to her

Next to bakugo there's denki , kyoka and sero

The lunch was pretty cool , you might keep eating with them and you noticed that actually bakugo is really calm when he eats , you never saw him that soft before, you're not complaining though, you like this side of him.

You only have 1 class this afternoon so after school, you're going to the mall with mina and Kirishima

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#bakugou fluff #mha imagines #bakugo katsuki #mha #mha x reader

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thokage-archive · 7 years

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Yo, I saw your ship hc's thing and I wondered if you could do Aizawa x Yamada?

please send me a ship and I will tell you

Love me some Erasermic™ so here we go. Plus ultra bitches.

who’s the cuddler: Yamada, most definitely, and holy fuck does Shouta find it annoying. Shouta really fuckin loves sleep so most people probably headcanon him as the cuddler but boy oh boy do they got it wrong. Sleep is for sleeping. Sleep is for the soul. Shouta is about that sleep life. He is not however about the “waking up sweaty and generally uncomfortable with someone laying on top of you” life. He wants his sleep to be as comfortable and peaceful as possible, which, for him at least, does not include cuddling.

Yamada, on the other hand, LOVES to cuddle. Cuddling is his shit and is most definitely how he sleeps best. Unfortunately for him, Shouta is not that person and so he usually settles for overlapping legs when they go to bed at night. However, Shouta can be flexible and will cuddle with Yamada when they watch movies at home on the couch. But only because this isn’t sleep time, this is movie time, and while cuddling is not conducive to sleep in Shouta’s eyes, it sure as heck is comfy when him and Yamada have 10 million blankets wrapped around them and they’re curled together watching some dorky scary movie that Yamada somehow seems to be genuinely scared of, despite the fact he has fought literal villains before in his day to day life.

who makes the bed: Shouta bc his bed is his fuckin life and he would never dare to disrespect his most sacred space like that and quite honestly he is offended that Yamada does not so much as take a second glance at their bed after getting up. I mean honestly, wtf Yamada, are you a heathen.

who wakes up first: Yamada, bright and early and to a particularly loathsome ringtone that makes Shouta wanna punch him in the face. Shouta continues to sleep while Yamada sings to himself in the shower. Shouta says “5 more minutes” every 5 minutes until about 10 minutes before him and Yamada leave for school, at which point Yamada is forced to physically drag his boyfriend’s sleepy ass out of bed and hand him a giant fucking cup of black coffee.

who has the weird taste in music: Yamada, holy shit does that dude listen to some out there stuff. You know the weird Russian singer guy in that vine? Ya that typa shit, but like seriously, and he’s always singing it around the house or in the teacher’s lounge while grading papers and holy fuck does it get on everyone's nerves. All Might is just about the only person who doesn’t find it annoying and all the rest of the teachers pretty much stare daggers at him when he asks Yamada one day what he’s always singing because damn, here we go.

who is more protective: Shouta, y’all seen how he defended his kids in the U.S.J attack right? So like imagine that but when someone makes fun of Yamada’s hair.

who sings in the shower: YAMADA. This guy sings just about fuckin everything in the shower, although he is most definitely partial to Whitney Houston's “How Will I Know” on particularly chipper mornings. Shouta would never tell him but he secretly loves waking up to hearing him sing that because he knows that means Yamada’s already having a good day. Plus, Yamada is just so cute and such a dork for iconic 80s anthems. It’s truly adorable and one of his most endearing qualities in Shouta’s opinion. He can’t help but smile to himself everytime he hears the song because Yamada belting it out in the shower like he’s performing at the fucking Grammy’s is just about his favorite thing on the planet. Meanwhile, Shouta has to take cold miserable showers to wake himself up in the morning. He can’t even imagine being awake enough to actually sing and enjoy himself in the shower.

who cries during movies: BOTH. Yamada for obvious reasons but when it comes to Shouta, the man is a softy at heart. Yamada is definitely the full out “someone hand me some tissues please” sorta crier while Shouta is the silent “a singular tear rolling down his cheek was the only indication that he paying any attention” sort of guy. Shouta draws the line at musicals though. Yamada loves them but Shouta honestly just cannot.

who spends the most while out shopping: Yamada, that man is looking fly at all times and I’m pretty sure the amount of hairspray and gel he goes through in a month costs more than their electric bill because no, some shitty Paul Mitchell hairspray will not do, he must be the boujeeist of bitches and buy the shit that’s like $100 a can. Shouta does, however, spend a pretty penny each month on cat food and toys and he is absolutely unashamed.

who kisses more roughly: Shouta. I don’t wanna get into it™ but…. he likes a lot of things rough. WE LEAVE IT THERE THIS IS A PG-13 BLOG.

who is more dominate: Hmmmmm, this one is tricky because Shouta is more dominant in the stoic but strong sense while Yamada is more dominant in his vibrant personality, sheer volume, and openness…. so I’m gonna say it’s about even but in different ways since they are pretty much polar opposites. Neither of them take any shit though, especially when it comes to defending the kiddos at yuuei. In their relationship they are always compromising, everything is a give and take, they’ve been together for a very long time, and have been friends for even longer, so they have their dynamic worked out to a tee. They know one another like the back of their hands so they can always tell when the other is lying or if they are uncomfortable with something.

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 8/10 love em but I’m not like up their collective erasermic ass or anything. Like you won’t catch me writing any erasermic fics but you might occasionally catch me reading one bc they cute and Aizawa is relatable as hell.

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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The Measure of a Good Hero

Category: Hurt and Comfort

Characters: Shota Aizawa, Izuku Midoriya

Pain … Blinding pain pulsed across Shota’s face like red-hot lava as he lay prone on the ground. No, not lay; he was pressed, crushed against the pavement with hot sticky blood flowing out of his mouth and nose to smear across his cheek. The gray-haired young villain’s high-pitched cackles bounced inside his ears, only adding to the skull-splitting pounding in his head. Shota’s vision blurred as his brain withered under the assault, and he lapsed into unconsciousness no matter how much he told himself to hold on, hold on, hold on…

Shota jerked upright in bed with a gasp. The ghost of the searing pain ebbed into a dull ache as the remnants of his shattered eye socket lamented with phantom trauma. It took a few moments for Shota to recognize that he was not at the USJ but safe in his bed in the U.A. dormitory.

His heaving breaths slowly mellowed, the cold sweat slowly dwindled to coat him in a layer of perspiration, and his constricted pupils slowly dilated as his eyelids drifted over them. With an agonized groan, he drew his hand over his face.

“Damn...”

Shota’s muscles felt as if he’d boxed a gorilla. They ached and throbbed terribly, protesting as he flipped the sweat-soaked sheets off himself. The cold air blowing from the air conditioner washed over his body, allowing the sweat to sap even more heat from his system. He rubbed the bare skin of his legs as the coarse black hairs stood to attention, trying to force warmth back into his chilling body. After a few minutes, he slipped off the bed and padded barefoot out of the room towards the dormitory kitchen.

The moon streamed through the row of floor-to-ceiling glass windows framing the wall of the living room. The bushes lining the building gleamed like polished malachite as the stark contrasts of darkness and light clashed in their leaves. The wind whistled through the boughs of the skinny trees scattered across the courtyard to flicker against the windows like moths flapping at an illuminated dull yellow lightbulb. A peaceful night, for all intents and purposes…

A peaceful night for everyone but Shota that is.

Shota rubbed at his aching eye as he used his other hand to rifle blindly through a cabinet. Occasionally, he’d pluck a box from the depths to squint critically at it, using the soft white light to read the labels. After several failed attempts, he finally secured his desired midnight snack- chamomile tea.

Though Hizashi and Nemuri gave him hell for it, Shota consumed almost as much tea as coffee. He’d taken to natural sleep supplements after melatonin pills had failed to lull him into a decent night’s rest. Their resident tea connoisseur, Momo Yaoyorozu, had enlightened him to more adventurous blends of brewable sleeping droughts, but this night he settled for the classic.

Shota procured a random mug from the cabinet (Izuku’s, judging from the All Might hero suit patterning) and filled it with tap water before popping it into the microwave. Through baggy, lidded eyes, he watched the colorful cup spin slowly in the appliance, all while swinging the bag of tea lazily around his finger. The seconds counted down one by one, and he focused on the depleting neon figures, lest his nightmare seep back into his mind to haunt his waking life too.

A small squeak made Shota straighten up and squint into the depths of the living room. Through the shroud of darkness cloaking most of the room, Shota caught a glimpse of wild pine-green bedhead and gleaming emerald eyes.

“Midoriya,” Shota drawled in recognition. He looked back to the rotating mug in the microwave, trying to use it to distract from the humming in his nerves. Though the logical part of Shota knew that the odds of being attacked in a school dormitory in the wee hours of the night were slim to none, adrenaline has still gushed through his bloodstream upon sensing the young boy enter. His tensed fist slowly uncurled as he forced himself to relax, and he watched out of the corners of his eyes as the bashful Izuku shuffled into the room.

“Up late grading papers, sir?” Izuku asked with a wavery smile as he pulled open a cabinet. He bee-lined for the box of animal crackers on the top shelf, pulling down the red box along with a small plastic bowl.

“Not exactly,” Shota huffed in amusement. For several moments, the only sounds in the kitchen were the crackling of the plastic bag of animal crackers, the cookie-like snacks thudding against the bottom of the bowl as Izuku poured them, and the consistent humming of the appliance in front of Shota. “What are you doing awake at this hour? It’s well past curfew.”

Though Shota was mostly joking, Izuku jerked violently in surprise, spilling animal crackers all over the counter.

“W-wah! I’m sorry, sir, I just-!” Izuku babbled, hastily scooping up the scattered crackers to dump them in the bowl. “I just- I, um…” As he trailed off, his movements slowed until his hand rested on the counter, still clutching several of the snacks. “I… Had a nightmare about the summer camp incident…”

Shota watched Izuku through half-closed but scrutinizing eyes. Izuku’s fist clenched, cracking the cookies into small pieces as he stared glassily at the bowl of animal crackers as if it were now a foreign object. “I dreamed that… it went a lot worse than it did, and…” Izuku clenched his fists so tight that his scarred knuckles glared white in the gloom. “I couldn’t protect anyone.”

Even in the sparse lighting, Shota could see the frustrated tears blooming in the corners of Izuku’s eyes. The microwave beeped shrilly in Shota’s ear to herald the boiling of his mug of water. Shota inhaled sharply, then exhaled deeply and turned to busy himself with pulling out the piping-hot cup of water to dunk the bag of chamomile tea into it. As the yellow-gold flavoring diffused through the clear liquid, Shota idly stirred the bag around to speed up the steeping.

“I know how you feel,” he said after several moments. He kept his back to Izuku, continuously drawing the teabag around the bottom rim of the mug, but he could feel the boy’s widened eyes on him. “That’s one of the scariest feelings… That you can’t protect the people that you care about.” He reached up, ghosting his fingertips over the crescent moon-shaped scar decorating the underside of his eye.

Shota had grappled with that fear for such a very long time. It never seemed to leave him. As soon as he thought perhaps that he’d been able to move on, to grow strong enough that he didn’t need to be afraid before, reality reared its ugly head to squash him back into the dirt. Sometimes, quite literally.

“Do you have nightmares too, Mr. Aizawa?”

Shota smiled wryly, finally glancing over his shoulder to look at Izuku. The boy watched him adamantly; doubt and a need for reassurance swam in his bright green irises. Shota may not be the cuddliest, most fatherly man alive, but he was a teacher. Consolation was something he could attempt to give, at least.

“Of course I do,” he said, turning so that his back now pressed against the counter. One elbow propped loosely against the tile, while his other bent in the air as he rubbed the nape of his neck. His eye twinged with phantom pain, remembering once more the feeling of his bones shattering against cracking concrete. “Anyone in this line of work who tells you otherwise is a liar.”

Izuku let out a tiny chuckle, and it seemed like his expression brightened just a bit. Shota smiled as he looked down at his tea. The golden brew had blended through the hot water. He grabbed a bottle of honey and stirred a spoonful of it into the tea. When he sipped it, the sweet flavor of the honey and the muted tone of chamomile spread over his tongue, filling him with a warm sense of calm.

He turned back to Izuku, holding up the All Might mug and supping casually at his beverage. With a wry smile, he tapped the edge of the cheesy smile adorning the bottom half of the cup.

“Take All Might, for example. I know for a fact that he has nightmares.”

Izuku’s face scrunched up in a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“No way!” the boy laughed and waved a hand dismissively at Shota. “He’s All Might !” However, as realization dawned on him, his entertained smile sagged into a sad one. “Though I guess… He has been through a lot, especially recently. I guess there has to be at least one thing that he regrets, and that haunts him…”

“Of course. Being the Symbol of Peace doesn’t make him perfect.” Shota shrugged. He then smiled when Izuku looked at him with knitted eyebrows. “Midoriya, the measure of a good hero isn’t how few mistakes you make or how few regrets you have.”

The mug gently clinked as Shota set it down on the counter. He walked over to Izuku to gently clap a hand on his shoulder, and the boy looked up at him with big emerald eyes. “The measure of a good hero is how well you can bear the burden of your mistakes and regrets, and how you can make them right by doing better.”

Izuku’s forest-green eyes stared intently into Shota’s face for several seconds as he articulated the solemn statement. Slowly, his head dropped until his chin dropped down against his chest.

“Yeah… I… I think I get it, Mr. Aizawa,” he whispered with a small nod. Shota smiled and patted Izuku on the shoulder, then snagged a few of the animal crackers to pop them into his mouth. As he sauntered off toward his room, swirling the chamomile tea and crunching on the sweet cookies, he shoved a hand in the pocket of his pajama bottoms. After a few steps, he stopped and looked back at Izuku, who had gone back to staring blankly at the bowl of animal crackers.

“Midoriya, you still have a long way to go,” Shota reminded him with an endeared smile. It was almost cute, how insanely ambitious his class of students was. Cute, but a headache and a handful sometimes when they got too intent on growing up too fast. “Take those feelings you have now, and use them to grow stronger.”

Clarity flooded Izuku’s dull eyes, returning that determined little gleam that Shota admired so much about the kid. He turned back to Shota with a bright smile.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

“Great talk. Now, off to bed with you. I don’t want to hear complaints that you’re tired tomorrow.”

“Of course, sir!”

Izuku went to scamper off, making Shota chuckle.

“Midoriya, your animal crackers?”

Izuku whirled on his socks to see his bowl of crackers still perched on the counter, untouched and forgotten.

“Oh, right! Th-thank you!” he laughed sheepishly and scurried back to retrieve his midnight snack. Shota watched warmly as he scampered off, munching on the animal crackers and muttering self-motivating blathers under his breath. Shota took a healthy swig of the chamomile tea; it blended with his improved mood to stimulate the drowsiness currently rising in his system. “Goodnight, Mr. Aizawa!” Izuku’s hushed shout floated down the stairs several yards away. Shota snorted and turned to retreat back into the darkness of his bedroom.

“Sleep well, Midoriya. Pleasant dreams.”

As Shota collapsed on his bed, the finished mug of chamomile tea resting on his nightstand, he actually felt secure for once that he’d be gifted with pleasant dreams, too.

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