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writing-bakugo · 1 year

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help I was trying to write a kaminari x reader x shinso and I added bakugo with the intention of him being like in the background

he's not the background anymore

in one scene he turned into the main interest and I-

sometimes I remember my username and ya'll it's true

I really do be writing bakugo 🤚

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Friendly reminder for everyone that writing is about playing.

For one of my classes we did a writing exercise where we had someone else introduce us to someone and we could choose whoever to introduce us to whoever.

We were told to be as creative and playful as we wanted. So obviously, I chose one of my own characters to talk to my husband.

And honestly it was such a great self-love act. For the past week I've been in a slump just barely writing anything and not seeing value in my writing or in a lot of things (depression be like that sometimes, and that's okay).

But for the first time this week I felt that writing giddiness and filled with all those writing ideas. It reminded me that when I write it isn't about the organization or the structure, it's about playing. I can make things organized later, but right now I'm in the chaos creation stage. And that's my favorite part.

The character I chose to talk about me is the greatest character I've ever come up with. He's a unmotivated king, but also the greatest warrior in the kingdom.

Here's a summary of what I wrote [has been altered a bit as well]:

The way he spoke was at the front of his mouth. Much airier on his "u's" and longer "a's." Overall, his speech was breathy, almost like Barry Keoghan—an Irish man. "She's the one who makes the decisions 'round 'ere. Truth be told, if it weren't for her I'd have a livin' wife, brother, father, maybe even some friends—but without her, I'd be nothin'. She's the one who made me the greatest king, so you gotta treat her like a queen, got that? But she made me an outcast before I was king. Before I lived in the village. I used ta' hunt my own dinner and just like me she's plucked many feathers off of them dead birds. Oh sorry, that's not a dinner image, is it?

"But she's got a good head on her shoulders, doesn't she? Don't let her down, lover boy. You'll catch her from the clouds, won't ya'? She can't hit the ground—she might never fly again if she does, and then what'll happen to me, lover boy? I remember being a basket weaver once—she wasn't sure that was a real occupation but she said 'who cares?' and gave me it. Catch her and she'll give them clouds to ya', hide man, got that? Let her hit the ground and I'll never forgive ya'."

Writing is playing. Try to imagine how your characters must feel about you. You literally created them. Without you, they'd be nothing. It was your hands who breathed life into their bodies, so treat yourself like a creator, okay? Don't sell yourself short, because your characters never would.

#writing #storytelling #story #writer #self care #self love #reminder #note to self

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Nostalgia ~ Sero Hanta

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The Club

Sero slid on a pair of black boots and tossed his leather jacket over his shoulder on his way out. Kirishima and Todoroki were picking him up for their night out. Todoroki sat in the passenger seat while Kirishima drove the red truck.

"I'm excited to see Nishiharu," Todoroki quietly said. "I haven't seen her in a while."

"Yeah," Sero mindlessly drummed on his thigh.

They pulled into the club just as Kaminari's yellow Nissan parked. The idiot hopped out of the car in a burnt orange button down and skinny jeans. He tossed his keys at the valet before jogging around to open the door.

Out walked Nishiharu and Sero gulped. Her tiny waist was scrunched by a black belt and a maroon dress with large bishop sleeves draped over her shoulders. The dress was floor-length and her gloved hands gladly grabbed Kaminari's. Photographer's snapped shots of her and Kaminari when Nishiharu whispered in his ear.

He laughed.

"You good, man?" Kirishima asked.

Sero nodded and hopped out of the car. He followed Todoroki into the club while Kirishima hung back to wait for a valet. They immediately saw their group forming: Yuki perched on Bakugo's knee, Mina waved ferociously at Sero, and Kaminari with a hand on Nishiharu's waist.

Sero gulped.

"Whoa, Fried Ice!" Nishiharu gasped when her eyes landed on Todoroki. "When'd you get that tall?"

Todoroki smiled politely. "I don't know, Nishiharu. How long are you in Japan?"

Sero watched the two interact with a scrunched up nose. He didn't realize they were that well acquainted with each other. Behind them, Yuki whispered to Bakugo.

"Oh yeah, Copy and Paste," Bakugo interrupted. "There's a spot open at Dynamighty."

What? Sero wondered. Yuki caught his eye and she gave a slight nod. Sero's shoulders drooped when he realized Yuki had read his emotions.

"I already turned it down four times, Bomber."

"And I'll ask another four," Bakugo snickered and wrapped his arms tightly around Yuki. "Some people around here miss you."

"Oh my gosh!" Mina squealed. "If you worked in Japan, then we could totally hit up all the bars in Tokyo, Rin!"

Nishiharu laughed. "I'm not Hanta. That doesn't sound fun at all."

"Oh come on!" Mina whined. "Sero can tag along! I'm sure you'd love that!"

Sero must've imagined it. The way Nishiharu stood up a little bit straighter and hid behind her hand. "I work in Gotham, okay?"

"Speaking of Gotham," Todoroki interrogated, "are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Eight months ago?"

Yuki grabbed Bakugo's arm tightly and a hiss poured out of her lips. Sero glanced between Nishiharu and Yuki and couldn't deny the flaming eyes that bore into Todoroki.

"Not much." Sero had to strain to hear her over the heavy music. "I got hurt, was in the hospital, healed up, now I'm here to celebrate Bakugo and Tanaka! Not a big deal. How's that going, guys?"

Bakugo helped Yuki stand. She beamed prouder than any smile when she said, "great! Are you guys ready for a week of absolute relaxation and..." the smile wilted when Kirishima approached the group. Kirishima stared at Yuki like she was an off-limits dessert.

"I'm so ready!" Nishiharu cheered. "Let me tell ya, when I found out you guys were married I was so sad I missed it and then just to find out literally everyone missed it? Ha! You guys are goals."

Kirishima nodded along with a smile plastered across his lips. Nishiharu grabbed Todoroki and pulled him to the dance floor and Bakugo couldn't help but mock the icy-hot hero when Todoroki bobbed awkwardly.

But Nishiharu? She was as elegant as a cherry blossom on a tree and as majestic as a phoenix when she danced. Perfectly. She danced absolutely perfectly and laughed with that heart-shaped mouth of hers.

And it killed Sero that she hadn't acknowledged him other than to talk about his clubbing habits.

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Rags and Riches ~ Levi Ackerman

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2. Freedom

Enyo's golden hair misbehaved like straw and stuck straight up when she sat with heavy, sleep-creased eyes. Her hair was still sopping wet from her immediate visit to the washroom last night and she had slept awfully. She rolled and tossed and turned and rolled some more with thoughts of the man from the Underground. Yeah, he was messy, but was he really the kind of person who was thoughtless?

Enyo crawled out of bed like a zombie preoccupied by creating a story for the man she saw. He could be a grand miner! Maybe he was rich and hunted for diamonds and gold for his career. Yes, she thought to herself. He wasn't a citizen of the Underground at all! He had papers to live above ground and was only that messy because he pursues his career in the mines! Yeah. That's it. He's actually a really good man for working with his crew in the mines.

She busied herself in the library because she was committed to finishing the book about constellations before the party. Her mind wandered back to the messy man and wondered if he had ever seen the constellations. Enyo had. It was a phenomenon to see them, as they were only visible during the cold months of the year, but still, she had seen them. Did the people in the Underground even know what a constellation was?

"Enyo dear-get your feet off the chair!" Theodora snapped. She scowled at her daughter and cleared her throat loudly, "I expect you downstairs in five minutes for breakfast."

Enyo smoothed her hair and walked downstairs in a light pink dress and watched Theodora plate up an egg and half a slice of toast. The savory scents wafted up Enyo's nose and she licked her lips and took a loud, crunching bite.

"Eat with your mouth shut," Theodora said. "My walls! Are you seriously going to resort to being a whore with no manners the day of your party? Sit up straight!"

Enyo zipped her shoulders back and stared at the toast. Theodora smiled at her daughter's corrections and gushed about the days' events. First, Enyo was to head back out to the Heisman's and seriously convince them to host the party tonight. After that was a waxing appointment, then a shaping appointment, and another lesson in manners before the party began. By the time the night was up, according to Theodora, Enyo would be sharing a bed with the King.

Tobias left for his government job part way through breakfast. He scarfed his eggs and slices of toast like a scavenging dog and stomped out the door. Enyo wished she could show the much beast-like exuberance of her father, but her mother would slap her right away if she even tried.

"Go to the market and hunt down the Heisman's," Theodora ordered.

No one was happier to be away from Theodora's presence than Enyo. She slipped on a pair of tan flats and rushed out the door with her mother's coin purse. When the sunlight breathed against Enyo's skin, a deep breath and a smile donned the girl's face. She walked toward the market with a youthful bounce, free from the judging eyes.

Carts bustled by and Enyo stared at the Heisman's Pastry Shop sign, debating whether or not she wanted to go in. A priest begged the people to worship the Walls, and a boy threw a rock at the holy man. Enyo giggled as the boy sprinted off while the priest resorted to cursing.

"I just saw the Wings of Freedom!" someone gasped.

The Scouts were never in the Royal Capital. The only time Enyo had seen the Wings of Freedom was when her school teacher had drawn them on the board. She'd also seen the flags fly on the King's court, but she had never seen a Scout in the flesh. She spun and spun with wide eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the green cloaks and white wings.

"Where?" Enyo quietly turned down the alleyway behind the Military Police's quarters where the recruitment station was located. It was a lame wooden frame with the three insignias represented: the Military Police, the Garrison, and the Scouts.

A cart of fresh fruits pushed past Enyo and she stared at the large figure of Klause Heisman pushing a cart of berries and apples into the pastry shop. She glanced at the recruitment station, and back at the Heisman's.

The recruitment station.

The Heisman's.

The Wings of Freedom.

Captivity.

"Excuse me miss," a member of the Garrison said, "you're blocking the way. Unless you intend to sign up."

"I do."

What?

The soldier stood a little taller and grabbed the pen in front of him. "Name?"

"Enyo Aetos."

What am I doing?

"An Aetos?" The soldier paused to look Enyo up and down.

"I'm fifteen and from here, the Royal Capital."

The soldier furrowed his brows. "Miss Aetos, I feel inclined to let you know that if you choose to back out of the military after you enroll, you will be shipped off to do farm labor. You can't come running home once you've had your fill of the real world."

Mom's going to kill me.

"I know," Enyo quietly said. Everyone knew what happened to flunking cadets.

The soldier scribbled and Enyo's throat lurched. She watched as he filled out her paperwork and she waited patiently for him to hand the pen to her. Her hands refused to move. She stared at the paper with her name at the top. Once she signed, her time would be up.

Two Scouts walked by, Wings of Freedom rushing behind them.

Freedom.

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Rags and Riches ~ Levi Ackerman

1. Lace Shoes

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"Can you believe this?" howled Theodora Aetos, with a letter in hand.

"It's okay, my dear," Tobias wrapped his arms around Theodora's tightly wrapped waist. "We can still have a party without food from the Heisman's."

"A party without the Heisman's food?" scoffed Theodora. "We're ruined! Everyone knows that the King does not show up to coming of age parties unless it's to his specifications!"

Fourteen-year-old Enyo sat with her lips glued shut in a pressed frown. She stared at her parents bickering back and forth for the party tomorrow, and wondered what she could do to escape the room. Her blond hair was tied back in a proper, tight braid.

"Dora, we can substitute with the Klingston's."

"No! I told you I would never be doing service there again. They refused to give me a dozen scones! The Heisman's have really disgraced us."

Enyo pressed her lips even tighter. She wanted to point out that the Heisman's were the best people in the Royal Capital, but now was not the time.

"There's no question of the affections everyone has for Enyo," said Tobias. "If not the King, then another high-ranking official will barter for her."

"No! Enyo is destined to be the King's third mistress!" Theodora walked around the polished grand table and lifted Enyo's long, tidy hair. "That's the only place fitting for my daughter."

"May...maybe I can speak with Trisha and Klause?" Enyo gently pulled her hair from her mother's hands. "They might help me because of the work I did for them last summer."

Theodora tapped the diamond earring on Enyo's ear and hummed. "Fine."

Enyo stood with her golden eyes on the ground and quietly excused herself. Her green silk dress blew lightly in the evening breeze when she walked down the street. Enyo turned down the corner to the main street and headed toward the polished metal sign that read, Heisman's Pastry Shop.

The Military Police Center's door clattered open and Captain Nile Dawk stumbled out. His gaze landed triumphantly on Enyo and she bowed slightly and took a large gulp. In the golden shadows of the evening, Enyo seemed aflame with nerves.

"Enyo!" barked Nile.

Like a squirrel, Enyo froze. Nile's boney hand gripped onto Enyo's weak arm and spun her to face him, layers of her navy silk dress in his grip. He had a dark, wolf like gaze.

"Ca...captain Dawk," Enyo meekly said with her eyes pointed at her white lace shoes in the dirt.

"One more day," Nile lifted her rounded chin. When Enyo's wide and worried and...pleasurable eyes met his, a smirk grew on his mouth.

Enyo tried to pull away. Nile's grip tightened and pulled Enyo in closer. "Tomorrow night's going to be amazing."

"You're hurting me, Captain," whispered Enyo. "Please let go."

He gripped her tighter and Enyo turned her head to the Heisman's bakery. Her breaths were uneven and her cheeks flushed and she wondered if anyone was going to leave the Heisman's. She wanted someone to walk out and force Captain Dawk off of her.

Enyo's elegant shoes tripped over each other as she pulled away from Nile. "Cicely is expecting me."

Nile sighed and dropped Enyo. She rubbed her wrist, curtsied politely, and darted down the street. Every heavy gulp was like trying to breathe through smoke and her mind soared with the heavy weight: Would Captain Dawk be the one who bought her tomorrow? Was that even possible?

Tomorrow was her coming of age party. Which meant at the end of the day, her parents could sell her for a huge chunk of change. Tomorrow. Enyo sprinted down an alleyway. Tomorrow. She turned down a street and ran up to the creek. Tomorrow.

Enyo's breaths were loud and ugly when her feet slammed against mud and her steps slowed. There was one mystery Enyo had the privilege to keep to herself. In her world of jewelry, dresses, diplomacy, and rules, the empty field of Wall Sheena was the only mystery of defiance. This field, about the size of one street block with two, tall righteous trees in the center, was the only place that Enyo could forget her status and breathe.

"Take that!" Enyo rallied and reeled her leg backward. She kicked her expensive dainty shoe off her foot and watched it soar across the field. She grinned and kicked her other shoe off. Enyo collapsed back onto the grass and welcomed the sun's final rays before it sank beyond the walls. Her breaths evened and her back slowly itched and Enyo decided the night would be hers. The moon loomed as gently as a shadow above and she let her worries seep into the roots of the ground.

Tonight, Enyo lapped up her last moments of freedom as free as they were. Every itch reminded her that she was indeed, a fourteen-year-old girl who didn't need taming. Her arms rested against the ground and soon, the mud soothed the ache in her wrist and was gladly welcomed as she forgot about Captain Nile Dawk and his menacing words.

Enyo laid for what felt like hours. The stars blazed bright way too soon and Enyo grumbled her way to her feet. Her eyes strained against the grass as she began a shoe hunt. Enyo couldn't help but smile to herself, because if she were to ever fall in love, it would be as grand as this shoe hunt. It would be difficult and as bare as her naked feet against the mud of the only field in the Royal Capital and it would be just as satisfactory as finding her tiny, lace shoes.

"Now where's the other one?" Enyo murmured and scanned the dark ground.

"Whoa!" Enyo's intake was loud as she backpedaled from the edge of the hole. How did she manage to get this far in the field? No way her shoe had soared this far!

Everyone knew about the hole. The one-way ticket to the Underground, a place that no one wanted to be. The rumor was, if you fell in, you'd never be granted access back out, even if you could pay the fees. Enyo had never heard of anyone actually falling in, of course, but still, it was enough to make anyone's skin crawl. The people from the Underground were barbarians and criminals who didn't even know about hygiene or health—at least, that's what Enyo was taught at the academy.

Enyo crawled on her hands and knees to the edge of the hole and peered in. Her mother would kill her if she lost yet another pair of shoes! And if her mother ever found out her shoe was lost in the hole? Enyo would be killed twice over!

Calm, steel eyes bore into Enyo's golden ones. She gasped and jumped and squeezed her eyes shut. Shivers ran down Enyo's spine when she took a big gulp and slowly looked back over the edge. Starlight framed his paper white and sickly skin. His hair was dark and messy. In fact, most of him was messy. A raggedy shirt was wrinkled and tucked into pants that were praying they could stay on his boney frame. His boots were dark and had clear holey patches and still, his gaze was unwavering. Silent. Like he had a thoughtless mind.

But his hands?

Cradled a pristine white lace shoe.

Enyo jumped to her feet and ran. What her mother never found out wouldn't hurt her! She'd just say that her shoe was lost like countless others and yeah, Enyo would get hit, but it was better than anyone finding out that Enyo had been near the hole.

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Nostalgia ~ Sero Hanta

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The Hero

You have 2 notifications Hero Killers attack and kill three pros in New York athenaofficial posted!

The notifications woke Sero. He sifted through them until his heart skipped a beat. He never had the will to turn her notifications off. She only posted once or twice a year, so it wasn't bothersome. He sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes before unlocking his phone.

athenaofficial See ya later, America 🛫 Posted 10 hours ago

Sero stared at her photo. She wore a pair of sunglasses and her bright hair was tied back in her classic messy braid. The corners of her heart lips tugged at a playful smile and she wore a wrinkled blue flannel with a pair of light gloves. Her giant suitcases stood behind her under a massive chandelier.

pikubolt where ya goin?

athenaofficial 😘

pikubolt 😏dm me bby

Sero leaped out of bed. He glanced at the clock. 6:50 a.m. If the flight left after her last comment and she was coming to Japan, she'd be here by noon. He quickly got ready for the day and headed toward Dynamighty.

"You're in early," Kirishima said when he walked in.

That was an understatement—Sero arrived twenty minutes before his shift. Usually, he strolled in twenty minutes late. Snooze killed him normally. At least he wasn't as bad as Kaminari who showed up an hour late.

"Just had a ton of energy."

Kirishima grinned. "Is it because Nishiharu's coming back?"

"No," Sero said quickly. A little too quickly. "How'd you know she's coming back?"

"Denki stayed up half the night dming her. He woke me up a few times."

Sero turned toward his costume case before his eyebrow could twitch. He took a deep breath and tore off his t-shirt. "Cool. I take it he's still sleeping?"

Kirishima laughed and stripped himself of his shirt. "For sure."

Sero strapped his shoulder protectors on. He grabbed his helmet and begrudgingly waited for Kirishima to finish getting ready. Honestly, Sero had to put on tights while Kirishima just had to tug on a pair of cargo pants. Why did it take Kirishima so long to get ready?

They strolled out onto the block and a few high school girls ran up to them. Sero lifted the plastic pane on his helmet when they asked for a photo. Kirishima had the perfect customer-satisfaction smile plastered on his face, but Sero couldn't bring himself to smile as kindly as usual.

"Thank you Red Riot and Cellophane!"

"Get to school safe, okay?" Kirishima waved at them. He turned to Sero, "you good, man?"

"Never better."

That's how most of their patrol went. When they returned to the building for lunch, Sero grumbled when he saw Kaminari's obnoxious yellow car parked out front. "How many times do we have to tell him to park in the garage?"

"Eh, let Bakugo handle telling him," Kirishima said.

They walked through the front door and Sero stopped. The laugh was the same. The same chime of voice and pattern of speaking—with a slight accent. She exchanged pleasantries with the company's front desk assistant.

"It was great meeting you, Aiko!" she said. "It's a shame I missed everyone, but I really need to head to my brother's, Denki."

"Yeah, right. Of course," Kaminari said.

She said farewell to Aiko and turned. She turned, and turned, and it felt like she turned for an eternity. Sero's helmeted gaze didn't leave her for one moment. And then she looked at them.

Kirishima was already halfway across the lobby. He held his arms out wide and she ran right into them and giggled. Kirishima picked her up and spun her around. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too!" Nishiharu's giggle was a melody Sero missed. He didn't realize how much he missed it, but he did.

Sero removed his helmet and awkwardly walked over while patting his sweaty hair. She side-eyed him but her attention remained on Kirishima, who was already making plans to get everyone together outside of work. She nodded and extended her arm out to Sero. They had a more-than-awkward side hug while she talked with Kirishima.

When she finally turned to Sero, her deep eyes glistened. "Hey, Tape Dispenser."

A giant smile found its way on his face when he rolled his eyes. "Hey there, Goddess."

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Rags and Riches ~ Levi Ackerman

I'm so excited to announce Rags and Riches, a Levi x OC story! You can find the first few chapters posted here, but can find the rest of the story on Wattpad @NatsuTurner

I've been working on this story for a very, very long time and finally got around to doing something about it.

Enyo Aetos. Rich little girl from the Royal Capital, Mitras (found inside Wall Sheena) from a rich little strict family.

Levi. Underground rat with no money to his name. It's not like he even had a name.

Freedom comes at a price, but do they have the currency to buy it?

Note: Slightly inspired by Cinderella

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Nostalgia ~ Sero Hanta

Prologue

They were twenty. They worked at Hawks Agency as sidekicks. It was a gig they got straight out of high school. Many agencies offered, but she was a huge fan of Hawks. And honestly, it was perfect for her: there were many stronger, flashier sidekicks on their teams, like Tokoyami, and she could honor her quirk on lower-threat criminals. Of course, Sero didn't pick Hawks Agency just because of her—he'd had his own reasons.

Back in high school, her STEM grades were better than any in the class. Her practical exams? Well, in comparison to Mirdoriya or Bakugo, she'd graduated nearly last of the class in that regard. But it didn't hold her back. In fact, it made her more fierce. Sero still remembered their entrance exam.

Light hair streaked across the streets. She'd mimicked another student perfectly: grabbed a pole that had come off an already destroyed robot, took the same exact breaths, pivoted on the same foot, blinked at the same time, and shoved the pole in the robot's neck in the exact same location as the other student.

Yeah, she didn't have a flashy quirk. But she made up for it. Once, she'd beaten Kirishima in a hand-to-hand fight. She'd had a large cut on her arm (to which Kirishima apologized profusely afterwards), but she'd won. Or during their third year when she clocked Shigaraki in the jaw right after Midoriya had decked him.

She worked. She worked hard. They were workout buddies for years. There was no one who pushed themselves harder in the gym than her. When asked about it, she'd give a simple, "I can't do what you can, so I have to stay in tip top shape." Sero still remembered the pull-up competition they did throughout the entire school. She beat every girl and came in 23rd place among the boys.

Yeah, there was no one who pushed their body to the limits like her. Even after they'd become patrol partners, she still ran at least three miles daily and ate a diet of mainly protein. And, when it came to banter, there was no one as entertaining as her. She remembered everything which made it fun to quiz her but frustrating to deal with. A typical conversation sounded like:

"I told you dinner's at seven. Hawks needs to see us at six."

"No. Yesterday, you said dinner at six, Hawks at four."

"I didn't!"

"Yes you did! You said it after you filled your water bottle for the fifth time yesterday."

An absolute pain. Especially because everyone knew she was right. After all, that's what makes her Athena, the eidetic hero.

They'd seen each other everyday. Even on days off, you could find Sero sitting on her floor while they played an intense Mario Party match. Being with her was breathing itself for Sero. So relaxing and natural.

Until she'd received that call.

"Speaking," she said. After a few hums, she spoke again. "How long do I have to decide?"

Sero asked what the call was about when he'd peeled off his shirt to get ready for their shift.

"Nothing."

"Whatever you say, Greece."

She was unusually quiet when she grabbed her metal helmet. She quickly braided her beautiful bright hair before looking up at Sero with a proud smile. "I've been offered a position under Wayne Enterprises."

"In America?!"

"I have a week to let them know if I take the offer," she said.

But you won't take it, right? If he had just asked, maybe he wouldn't have found himself at the airport two weeks later.

Of course, Kaminari and Kirishima were there. And Mina. Yaomomo. Her brother, Ryo. There was a pit in Sero's stomach when she hugged her brother and worked her way down the line. Yaomomo. Mina. Kirishima. Kaminari (who tried a last-chance pick-up line). And then she stood in front of him.

"When are you coming back?"

"Not sure," she said.

Sero hadn't hugged anyone like he hugged Nishiharu Rin. Don't go, he wanted to say. But he didn't. And then she disappeared in the security line. Far away from the car parked outside. Far away from Japan. Far away from him.

It shouldn't have bothered Sero as much as it did. Does. Friends. Just friends. Friends in high school and friends at work. But neither had ever dated their entire school and work careers. Unless you counted the three dates she'd gone on with Kaminari their senior year of high school because he's "fun" and "adventurous." Or the weekends Sero frequented bars since she'd been gone.

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Working on a Kirishima fic and have no direction so thought I'd share my biggest headcanon that I've been keeping secret but can't anymore because its TOO good.

Kirishima's Significant Other

Everything weighed him down. Yes, he had his dream job. Yes, he worked close with his friends. Yes, he saved people.

But no one told him how lonely being a pro would be.

Kirishima was trying his hardest. He truly was. But after the third dead person he couldn't save in a single week? It was no secret his smile had started to shrink when he wasn't working and his shoulders slumped more and more.

Of course he did what he could. He was a good man and went to therapy every week and did exactly as the therapist recommended. He even did service projects where he would go help cook or clean at orphanages or homeless shelters.

But no one warned him being a pro would be like this. There was no preparation for the weight that pros carried on their shoulders. And it didn't matter that he was alone.

Kirishima was so terribly alone. After watching all his high school friends get married one after another—even Bakugo, the most unstable man in existence—Kirishima wondered what was wrong with him.

It's not like he didn't have a plethora of fans dying to date him. But none of them lit so much as a spark under him. It wasn't their fault, he just...wasn't interested.

But maybe if he had someone waiting at home for him the weight wouldn't be so bad. If he had a home to come home to, maybe the stress could melt away and he'd finally relax.

His weeks had a routine to them. Monday-Wednesdays were patrol days, Thursday was his day off, Friday-Sundays he was on call. Which he tended to get called in.

So that left Thursdays being the only day of the week that he could do his laundry, clean his kitchen (like his mother taught him), buy groceries, meal prep (Kirishima has a strict diet), and go to therapy.

Hectic, methodical life. Always in motion but never participating. So Kirishima dragged himself to the store and unsurprisingly was swarmed by fans who wanted his autograph.

One even had the gall to ask for his number. She looked like she was in middle school.

And then he was finally in the frozen food section searching for frozen chicken. He always bought the same brand, same packaged chicken. Not for any particular reason, but because it was easy to remember with the bright red logo.

He tossed the last bag in his basket and made to leave when you appeared and frowned at the empty freezer. You wore loose mom jeans and a plain t-shirt with purple stains on it. Your hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and you didn't even bother with makeup.

When you noticed him, you smiled. "You got the last one! Lucky!"

"Oh yeah," Kirishima said and watched you scan the freezer for a replacement. "Do you want it?"

"Huh? No! That's yours! I couldn't!"

"Here." He held it out like some sort of treaty before you shook your head and he laughed. "I insist."

"I suppose if you insist," you said and took the bag. "Thank you! Do you need help finding more?"

"I'm not too worried about it," Kirishima said before reaching into the freezer for ground beef.

You slightly bowed before you went on your way. A few years earlier, Kirishima had a pretty good meal plan surrounded by beef, so he figured he could change it up a bit a make his old recipes.

When he stood in the checkout line, he saw you two registers down. You bowed slightly and apologized before pointing at a cake mix. The cashier set it to the side and Kirishima's eyes widened. Did she not have enough for a cake mix?

The register opened and he turned away, letting the person behind him go before he rushed to the baking aisle and grabbed a cake mix. He didn't really know what he was doing, but it was his hero's duty. And who knew? It could be your birthday or something and you really wanted a cake.

When he checked out, he looked through the doors and wondered if you'd gone far. Kirishima rushed the cashier before he grabbed his three bags and ran out the door.

There you were. You were struggling with putting your bags on the back of a bike and Kirishima grinned when he came over.

"Sorry, I noticed you wanted one of these, so..."

Your eyes widened. "How...thank you." You bowed deeply. "Thank you."

"Yeah, no biggie."

The next week passed. And the next. He didn't see you at the grocery store either times. But, third time's a charm when you appeared and pulled out a bag of frozen chicken.

"Looks like there's enough for both of us, huh?" Kirishima asked when he put a bag in his basket.

"Oh hey! How are you?" You asked. "Thank you so much for the cake, by the way. I didn't know what to do. It was my baby boy's birthday and I wanted to make it special but money's tight right now."

Baby boy. Kirishima stared at you with a drooped smile. He noticed orange stains on your pink shirt and your hair was disheveled like it'd been pulled and of course he would think about someone who already had a family. How embarrassing.

But just like him, honestly.

"No big deal," he halfheartedly said.

You sighed. "Seriously, you were a lifesaver. After his dad skipped town three years ago, it's been so hard."

Wait. Kirishima gawked. "What?"

"Yeah," you deflated and stared at the ground. "My ex went crazy one day and said he wanted nothing to do with us. I'm happy my boy wasn't old enough to remember him or any of it, but jeez. He's five now but I don't even know how men shave. Like do you do just your face or is there other parts of the body? Or even attempting to explain puberty," you shuddered, "and who's going to teach him to tie a tie? And—I'm sorry. You don't want to hear about all my woes!"

Kirishima didn't know why he went home that night relieved that your ex had left. He also didn't know why he was imagining your kid over and over and he didn't know why he found himself standing in the frozen meat aisle just waiting for you to show up on the next Thursday.

And when you did, Kirishima held a bag of frozen chicken out for you and cleared his throat. "Do you want to go out sometime?"

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I 10000000000% see Kirishima being the kind to fall in love with someone with a kid and 1000000000000% adopt the kid. He'd make the PERFECT adoptive dad. Totally the kind of man who'd say "no it's not your kid it's MY kid." 1000000000% ya'll

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Nostalgia ~ Sero Hanta

Introducing Nostaliga, a Sero x OC story! You can find the first few chapters posted here, but can find the rest of the story on Wattpad @NatsuTurner

A/N: This is book 2, following Liability, a Bakugo Katsuki x OC story however you do not need to have read book 1 to enjoy this story, it just offers in some more insight 😊

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Killer clown breaks Gotham's Japanese hero, Athena.

Sero stared at that headline. He'd read the article approximately a million times and he didn't stop reading it until he was woken at four in the morning by an instagram notification.

athenaofficial posted three hours ago!

He hadn't clicked on a notification faster.

athenaofficial everyone needs to chill, yeah? I'm fine, thanks for worrying tho 💓

That was eight months ago. She hadn't posted since, and it wasn't like she was known to post often. Maybe twice a year. It killed Sero. He wanted to talk to her, wanted to check in on her, wanted to tell her what he should've years ago.

But he hadn't talked to her in three years.

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Find the prologue here!

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When You Know, You Know ~ Katsuki Bakugo

You experience a ton of firsts with Bakugo...including the moment you realized you wanted to marry him.

Warnings: self-conscious reader, Mitsuki does't like the reader

You? Yeah, you didn’t do change well. Back in high school, the first week of the semester you were often found in the bathroom puking up lunch. Something about change in the routine made your hairs stick up on your arms and your stomach eject its contents.

You were dating for a week when Bakugo asked you to spend the weekend at his family’s home. Of course, you’d known Bakugo since freshman year in high school, but the sudden jump from giddy good morning text messages now that you were dating to “my shitty dad’s throwing a work party for my mom. On Saturday” was jarring.

You didn’t know what to do. The thought made your mouth and throat hot and your head pale and sweaty. So, all week you interrogated your friends. Kirishima was first, obviously.

“But like we haven’t been dating for long, Ei. Going to his parents? That's a big step...that's like you date for a year and then...you know?”

“He probably didn’t even think about it like that. It’s fine.”

Kaminari said, “yeah he’s an idiot. Don’t go. It’s only been a week.”

Then there was “OH MY GOSH! You HAVE to go” Mina.

Thursday night arrived before you knew it. You gulped and decided to confess your anxiety to Bakugo.

“That’s something extras care about,” Bakugo said.

“I guess…” When it came to comfort, your boyfriend wasn’t exactly…tuned in. “I just—“

“Relax,” he huffed, “it’s only weird if you make it weird. My family isn't the kind of family to sweat that shit.”

Somehow the way his eyes were soft and pleading made you agree. Which is how you found yourself standing outside of Bakugo’s childhood home the next night with a backpack slung over your shoulder.

“Katsuki brought a girl?!” Mitsuki couldn’t believe her eyes. Her son had a girlfriend?! And didn’t mention anything?! “Where’s Kirishima?”

“Who cares,” Bakugo huffed. He dragged you upstairs to his childhood room and you couldn’t help but giggle at the three All Might figurines sitting on his desk.

“Who didn’t love All Might?” You asked aloud before the door slammed open.

Mitsuki stood in a fit of steam and yelled, “I’m taking her, Katsuki!”

“Like hell you are, hag!” Bakugo yelled right back.

But you found yourself standing in a spare room. It was large. Fabric strewn everywhere and clothes hung on racks. You didn't know what to say to Mitsuki, so you responded robotically with one-word answers.

Mitsuki wasn't impressed.

“It’s a work party,” Mitsuki said, “we work in the fashion industry so…let’s get you something to strut around in.”

You weren’t Mitsuki’s definition of worthy for her son. You weren’t drop-dead gorgeous like the models she worked with and you definitely didn’t have the personality she saw fit for Bakugo.

In her eyes, Bakugo needed someone just as spit-fire as him. Of course, if she thought about it for too long, she might've seen the resemblance between her and Masaru and you and Bakugo. But to her? Bakugo needed a woman who wouldn't take his shit.

Your one-word agreements were entirely way too bland.

And when she made you try on a designer dress, one that she said she’s been working on for four months, you couldn’t help the knots that formed in your stomach. You’d never worn anything this…expensive before. Honestly, it draped on the ground and you thought it fitting for a modeling show.

Mitsuki frowned. “It’s too small for you.”

That struck a chord. You awkwardly laughed and tried to play it off. "Oh you're right!"

"You know, if you dieted I'm sure we could get this in you within aa month."

You knew she probably didn’t mean much by it. She was so used to being surrounded by starving models it probably was just a new experience for her too. You had a body carved of muscles and scars—not one that would ever see itself on the runway.

Plus, there’s no way she would’ve known an off-handed comment about your weight would’ve made you nauseous.

She made you put on multiple dresses before you landed on one that you could squeeze into. By the time you were done, you’d felt completely out of steam and just wanted to curl up with Bakugo.

Sure, you weren’t what Mitsuki had in mind for her son. But you were a pro and you had the body that came with the job. Same as Bakugo.

The party was a similar train wreck. You were in an event center that you’d only seen on TV. Models galore draped themselves on a feral Bakugo. Steam erupted from his ears once, and you thought one of them was going to flop over dead. They didn’t stop coming onto him until he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

The contact made your stomach flutter. He’s never held you like this before. His hot breath tickled against that scar on your neck (the one you received in a battle oversees in Manhattan) and he rubbed circles on your hip.

You ate food you’d never heard of and drank cocktails you didn’t know existed. The entire time, Bakugo clung to you like a koala on a tree and glared at anyone who came too close.

Then it was over. People streamed out of the event center and Bakugo dragged you to his car.

“That shit gets harder every damn time," he grumbles under his breath before you were driving back to his childhood home.

You were ecstatic when Mitsuki and Masaru left you both alone when they arrived home. It was 1 am in all fairness, and you wanted out of the tight dress. But you couldn't lift your arms past your collar bone, let alone try to twist around to unzip the clingy fabric.

"Katsuki," you whispered and stared at the ground, "can you uh...can you help me out?"

His fingers on your back sent shivers down your spine and the butterflies in your stomach took to the air and scorching saliva drenched your mouth when you pushed him away and ran to the bathroom.

“The fuck?” He chased after you and stopped when you keeled over the toilet. Bakugo rolled his eyes and crossed him arms, watching as you unloaded all the expensive and unholy hors d’oeuvres into the toilet.

It made you squirm even more with his crimson eyes beating against you like a falcon when you retched. The pressure built up in your eyes and nose and your throat seared when tears and bile dribbled into the toilet.

“I think my mom has some nausea pills. Want one?”

“No,” you gasped and sat back in your feet. “Sorry, I just…I need to brush my teeth and lay down.”

After a few seconds, you pulled yourself up and rinsed your mouth before reaching for your toiletry bag and tugging out your toothbrush and toothpaste.

Bakugo grunted and grabbed his toothbrush, pulled out his phone and set a timer for two minutes.

“DIE! DIE!” Bakugo yelled in the mirror and you watched with wide eyes, your toothbrush falling limp in your mouth. “DIE! Fucking germs!”

Your laughter graced his ears and he piqued an eyebrow at you.

Before you realized it, you were saying, “I want to brush my teeth with you everyday, Katsuki.”

The declaration made both your faces beet red. It was so simple and comforting, standing next to Bakugo while he yelled at his teeth. It was so…him. Watching him brush his teeth was the most Bakugo thing you witnessed since you started dating that even though it was so new, it was something you wanted to do with him always.

Something your friends always told you popped in your head when you stared at him while he gnawed on his toothbrush:

"When you know, you know. You'll understand later."

You could marry him right here with spit on your chin and a fury in his eyes. You would wear this designer dress hanging off your shoulders and he'd wear his sweats and that was the moment you knew.

This was a type of intimacy you'd never experienced.

And that was a change that made you truly happy.

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Attack on Titan Masterlist

Headcanons

Attack on Titan Guys and Their Lovers

Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi

x OC

Rags and Riches ~ Levi Ackerman

In a world dictated by walls and titans, freedom is the only desired wealth. One comes from Wall Sheena and the other, the Underground. Do they have enough currency to purchase freedom?

#attack on titan #attack on titan masterlist #masterlist #connie x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman aot #armin x reader #armin alerlert aot #eren jeager imagines #aot eren #eren x reader #eren yeager #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirschtein fanfiction

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BNHA Masterlist

Headcanons

They wake you in the middle of the night in pain

Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero

Waking up with your partner on your day off 💓

Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero

Clueless Kirishima x Reader

Bakugo knows what he wants x Reader

Musings

Gothic a la Katsuki

x Reader

Pavlov ~ Katsuki Bakugo

When You Know, You Know ~ Katsuki Bakugo

Kirishima's Significant Other

OC

Liability

Detective Yuki Tanaka breaks up with hero Dynamight. Jump between the past and present, where Bakugo and Tanaka met at UA and Dynamight and Detective Tanaka figure out some constipated emotions.

Nostalgia

Sero's kinda lackluster in the romance department. Of course he did go out to clubs and have one night stands but it never clicked. It wasn't his fault. Really. He was trying. But he never forgot Athena, otherwise known as Nishiharu Rin, a classmate from high school.

#bnha imagines #bnha bakugo #bnha eijirou #bnha masterlist #masterlist #my hero fanfic #my hero acedamia #my hero academia x reader #my hero x reader #bnha x oc #bnha x reader #bnha sero #sero x reader #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #kaminari x reader #kaminari headcanons #denki kaminari

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Attack on Titan Guys and Their Lovers

I've been working on some AOT fics and decided I'd post my ideas for their ideal lover to keep me motivated to work on their fics....

warnings: fluff, angst, language

contains: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi

Eren

Mikasa. Sorry, don't make the rules...but...It would be a soldier like Christa (before she was Historia). They met as cadets and Eren admired her selflessness. It pisssed him off that someone so kind and gentle determined that to help as many people as possible, she should join the Scouts. She truly believed her death would aid in humanities battle.

It shocked Eren at how quickly she jumped in the face of a titan to save another soldier. And, when Eren turned out to be a titan shifter, she didn't treat him any differently.

"Eren, I don't care about killing anyone. I just want to see the sunrise every morning beyond the island."

"Then I'll make sure you can."

Armin

Ya'll be sleeping on this man's potential partner. This is one of my favs...

Commander Erwin had a daughter in her last year of training in the Cadet Corp when her father died. She learned that Armin was saved over Erwin, and decided, "yo, I should know the man that was worth more than my dad because that's wack."

She's very brutish with her words like Erwin, but it's what Armin needs to hear. Whenever he freaks out about not being the right choice and is insecure because he doesn't know what to do, she's right there to reassure him that even she would've chosen him over her father.

"I don't know what to do! I just...It should be Erwin standing here."

"Don't waste my dad's breath. Stand up and think, Armin."

Jean

I once hated this man and now I'm his hype woman so...here goes

Jean needs someone not tainted by war. Sure, he probably saved them when they were being chased by titans. He was their hero. But he saw that fear and that determination in their eyes and he didn't know what possessed him when he made them promise to never join the military.

Sasha and Connie walk up on him one day while he's sketching and they ask who he's drawing. He just grumbles that it's his imagination and slams the notebook closed. That's when he realized he had a little crush. That's also when he decides to hunt them down and he stumbled upon them working as a medic in a makeshift hospital.

"I got a serious injury."

"Huh? Where?"

"My heart."

Connie

I will forever and always die on the Connie deserves all the love in the world because have you seen him? Heard him? This is another fav idea:

Connie. Scrawny cadet Connie met her the first day of training. She was strong and sly and always winked at him and when anyone mentioned it, he'd brush it off. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why she, smart and witty, would be attracted to him, Class A Idiot. It annoyed him how much time she spent with Reiner and Bertolt, but at the end of the day, she'd always hang out with him.

When Reiner and Bertolt revealed themselves atop the wall and asked Eren to join them, she stood motionless. Pale face. Clenched fists. And when Reiner and Bertolt revealed themselves, they revealed her too. She escaped with them.

During the attack of Liberio four years later, she was in such a bad mental state that Marley officials had already decided a date for her titan to move to another warrior. They had to wait till the Festival was over, but all the plans were upturned when she was taken along with Eren and Zeke in the airship when Sasha died.

"Oh yeah, the idiot will fall in love with anyone?! I'm not that much of an idiot!"

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry? Sasha and my family are dead and my mom's a titan and you're sorry? I can't fucking wait till we're back and someone eats you."

Levi

This is above and by far my fav... enjoy

There wasn't a soldier alive faster than her. Fitting, since she was on Erwin's squad, with Miche, the strongest soldier. Their mission to take in the rats from the Underground was successful, and she was ordered to teach Levi, Isabel, and Farlan the ropes of ODM gear. Which proved useless because they were too prideful for their own good and the first scouting mission came too soon. When he crossed the gate to the walls, she smiled back at him and he saw the birds and grass and sun reflect off her eyes before he looked down at the vast land for himself.

When they both died, Levi was lost. She was the only one who showed an inch of kindness when she hugged him then and there on the battlefield (of course Miche stopped Levi from attacking everyone first). She told him to hold onto his memories and that's when Erwin stepped in.

When Erwin was promoted to Commander, he promoted Levi to squad leader and she was on Levi's team. He confessed to her, and her alone, that he could not read. After a little laughing, she taught him how and stayed by his side in all meetings and wrote his reports until he had a hang of it.

By the time the titan shifter had joined the Scouts, she was a squad leader in her own right. After Petra and his squad died, he found comfort in her again. Fast forward to the day Erwin died. How else could Erwin convince an entire army to ride to their deaths if not sacrificing himself and another strong pawn? It was between her or Levi, since Hange was focusing on the fight inside. They all knew who needed to live.

She was found hours later aa a pile of broken and ripped bones gasping through a dry mouth. He stared at her face. She wheezed and coughed and her wide eyes wouldn't stop moving back and forth. The golden sun blared into them and Levi collapsed on the ground. He'd failed her on two accounts:

he didn't get the fucking beast titan and he wasted the titan serum on Arlert.

"Is that you, Levi?"

"Yes."

"I can't see a thing."

"She's suffering," Hange said with tears dripping down their face, "if we even attempt moving her..."

"Leave. Everyone. Get out of here."

"I wish...I wish I could see the sunset. It's about that time, right?"

"The first time I saw open sky was in your eyes."

"Did we win?"

Levi punched the ground. He punched it again and again until his hand bled. She coughed. It sounded like a screeching eagle: full of misplaced air and urgency.

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BNHA Headcanons

They wake you up in the middle of the night in pain

a/n: mentions of heart attack, depression, anxiety. If you don't like true events skip Bakugo's...his is based on my night last night. It's okay tho. After tons of tests, my bby's healthy and safe!

Bakugo

"Babe," Bakugo said and shook your leg.

You took a deep breath and groaned. His eyes were wide and he clutched his heart. Why he was waking you up before he left for work, you had no clue.

"Don't be afraid," he said through mangy breaths. "My chest is tightening and I've never been in this much pain before."

"Shh." You pulled him to sit on the bed and rubbed his quaking back. "It's okay, you'll be okay. Calm down."

"No," Bakugo hoarsely gasped. His entire body convulsed and the bed shook under you. "I'm dizzy and nauseous. My jaw's locked multiple times. I...I thought I was gonna faint in the bathroom so I rushed back in here so you would possibly see me."

"What?" Your brows furrowed together when he asked for his phone.

You still blinked away sleep and rubbed his back. He typed 'hospital' in his GPS and clicked on the closest one's number. You glanced at the time and tilted your head. 00:46...? After repeating what he just told you, he hung up.

"You need to drive me to the—" Bakugo's jaw locked and he keeled over. After a few grunts and seconds he gasped for air. "I think this is a heart attack."

"What?" Sleep oozed out of you all at once as the reality of the situation dawned on you. "Okay."

You jumped to your feet and pulled on the closest pair of sweatpants. "Okay."

Heart attacks were for old people like Clark Kent's dad. Bakugo was young and healthy. It just made no sense. You glanced at his shuddering body. "Okay."

You pulled on mismatched socks and mumbled to yourself, "okay. This is okay. Everything's okay."

After grabbing your insurance card, you helped him to his feet and out the door.

Kirishima

Rocks and rasps woke you. You rolled to your side and blinked open your eyes a few times to see Kirishima's chin quivering.

"Ei?"

Surprised saucers stared back at you. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I just..." Kirishima wiped a tear. "I just don't...I'm not..."

"Hey," you sat, "you can tell me anything."

"I'm not worth a thing."

A string pulled in your heart like a rocks strikes the surface of water. You wrapped him up tightly and whispered, "Eijirou I love you so so much. You're worth more that the entire universe to me."

Tears streaked your neck and collarbone and you repeated yourself. "To me, you're more precious than breath itself. I love you so, so much. You're Eijirou Kirishima, and I will never not love you."

Kaminari

A body collapsing atop yours woke you. You rolled none other than Kaminari off of you and muttered about how late he was.

"Isssts ggrrreft," Kaminari said.

You rubbed your temples and turned on the lamp light to see a very pale, very sweaty Kaminari. His hair slicked back and his skin glistened and you immediately swatted your hand on his forehead.

"Owwww," Kaminari drawled. Sure enough, a fever. Kaminari held his breath.

His eyes started watering and his adam's apple bounced up and down and you shook your head. "No, no, Denki. Up. To the bath—"

Alcoholic vomit drenched you. You took a very deep, very don't-kill-my-boyfriend steadying breath. Through your teeth, you hissed, "get off my bed."

Kaminari whined collapsed on his pillow.

"Oh how did Chargebolt die?" You asked yourself when you jumped off the bed and ripped your silly Chargebolt t-shirt off. "I shoved all the vomit back down his throat. Turns out, they don't recommend doing that."

Despite the bile and blood lust stinging the back of your throat, you tugged Kaminari up and to the bathroom.

Sero

Your bedroom window rattled. Considering the rain outside, it wasn't a surprise. Until it rasped like a knock. And again. You grabbed the closest thing: a baseball bat; before tiptoeing to the window.

It cracked again.

You gripped the bat tight before unlatching the window and swinging it open. You backpedaled and stared at the open window while water spilled into your apartment.

"You're awake. Perfect." A head appeared upside down and teetered lightly back and forth.

You screamed and swung. The head vanished just before the bat would've cracked it.

"Whoa!" Sero slowly lowered. "Hey, it's just me! It's me! Hanta! Don't swing, okay? I'm coming in."

And then he flipped into your room and slid the window closed. "Sorry about the water." He looked around before noticing the bat in your tight hands. Sero softly limped forward and grabbed the tip of it, "relax, Firecracker."

You let him take it. He looked awful, you realized. The rain had matted his hair down—but from the pink streaks dripping on your ground, you assumed he must be bleeding somewhere up there. Not to mention the right sleeve of his hero costume was completely missing and in it's place a large tooth-like gash. His knee looked pretty bad too.

"Sorry," he gulped. "I didn't know where else to go."

"The hospital?" You exasperated.

He shook his head. "Don't know who I can trust. There's something awful happening out there."

"What?"

Sero gulped.

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I got a little carried away with Sero's...might make it a separate short story?

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welcome to a writing world

Initiation

Hello! I'm so glad you stopped by! I'm just a writer whose words seep a little too much. I hope your time here is fantastic. Let me know if there's anything I can do for ya!

The scariest moment is always just before you start ~Stephen King

Who are you?

Rules

Have fun

Leave your thoughts

Don't request for anything that's not listed 🤗

Nothing vulgar

Requests

Interested in requesting? I'd love it if you did! Here's the fandoms I'd be happy to write for:

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Liability ~ Katsuki Bakugo

Warnings: language

Find chapter seven here!

PSA

This is the last chapter published on tumblr. You can find the rest of the story on Wattpad @NatsuTurner

Chapter 8 - Sweet and Savory

“Really, Kirishima, I’m fine,” Yuki insisted as Kirishima ushered her into the lobby of 1-A’s dorms.

“No!” He shook his head furiously, “I couldn’t live with myself!”

Yuki tilted her head and studied Kirishima before sighing. He was being sincere and was a bit excited. Yuki followed him into the kitchen, and Yuki wasn’t shocked to see the layout was identical to her building.

“Sparky—” Bakugo cut himself off when his crimson eyes narrowed at Yuki.

“I’m gonna cook for Yuki!”

Yuki shook under Bakugo’s gaze. Then, a small smirk grew on her lips, mimicking Bakugo’s own features. “With your trash cooking skills?”

“Well, yeah?” Kirishima was uncertain with himself as Bakugo walked to the fridge to pull out more food.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “I’ll cook. Go get your damn book, you need to study for the exam tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t leave Yuki—”

“I’ll keep Chicken Bones company,” Bakugo huffed.

Kirishima smiled and nodded at Yuki before promising he’d be right back. When Bakugo turned around, he was much more tired looking than when Kirishima was there. Yuki felt her body tense as they made eye contact, and Bakugo huffed and looked away.

Bakugo placed a gallon of milk on the counter that read “Baku Squad!” written in neat sharpie ink. Yuki sat cautiously at a stool by the island, watching Bakugo. He pulled something else out of the pantry, before his narrow eyes landed on Yuki again.

“Spicy or not?”

“Not.” On an empty stomach, spicy food was dangerous.

“Wrong.” Bakugo placed chili paste on the counter and a large bowl.

Yuki’s brows furrowed. “Why ask, then?”

Bakugo shrugged and busied himself with cutting green onions. Yuki studied him before she cleared her throat. “You’re easy.”

“What?”

“Your emotions bundled in your gut,” Yuki said. “They’re so easy to read. Once you get past that pit of anger at least. Why hide?��

He glared at her and she regretted saying that—it might’ve been best as a secret. Most people she had to genuinely decipher to determine what exact emotion they were feeling yet Bakugo’s felt like they were painted across the sky.

He diced meat. “Well then,” he grumbled, “stop it.”

“I can’t,” Yuki admitted. “It’s always active…like a mutation type quirk.”

Yuki leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand to study Bakugo. Despite his clenched jaw, he appeared fairly relaxed. His ashy hair covered his gaze as his hands busied themselves.

“That’s lame.”

Yuki grunted in agreement.

Before he could say anything else, Kirishima bounded back into the kitchen with a textbook and notebook. He slid next to Yuki and opened it before turning to his notebook.

Yuki glanced over. “Whoa! My class did that last week!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s not that hard. I can help you!”

“You would do that?” Kirishima’s eyes widened like a child looking at a candy booth.

“Sure, it’s not a big deal. Besides, I have to repay you somehow.”

Kirishima beamed and Yuki tugged the textbook between them. She glanced at Bakugo when a wave of resentment washed over her. Bakugo dropped his vegetables in a boiling soup base and Yuki’s head started to hurt.

“Hey, you don’t look good!” Kirishima grabbed Yuki’s arm.

“I’m fine.” Yuki gulped and held her stomach. She fought a wave of nausea and leaned into Kirishima’s grip.

“You’re pretty pale, Chicken Bones.”

Yuki waved them off and turned toward the textbook. “All is well!” Uncertainty clawed its way up Yuki's throat like a lion cub pouncing on a cobra and Yuki gulped. “Seriously guys. I’m great!”

Kirishima nodded slowly and turned toward the textbook. The words blurred together and Bakaugo slid a raspberry yogurt across the counter. “Eat it.”

“I couldn’t—”

“Eat,” Bakugo insisted.

The sourness of the raspberry tingled on Yuki’s tongue when she corrected Kirishima. “No. You made a simple mistake though with an easy fix!”

“Here.” Bakugo set two bowls of curry in front of Yuki and Kirishima.

Her bowl was darker in color than Kirishima’s, but she shrugged it off and took a bite. Kirishima thanked Bakugo and Yuki looked up in surprise. She grinned up at him and took a bite of a sweet and savory curry.

“Thank you, Bakugo.”

A small smirk twitched at the corner of Bakugo’s lip when a wave of boldness flushed over her.

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