First off, my last post on this account was over a year ago and Iβm so sorry. Iβve had a lot of issues with my mental health and also got into a pretty bad relationship that is taking me a lot of time to recover from. In short, this is why I havenβt been active.
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A/N: Confident Hawks and a shy reader? This was a fun one to write but definitely took me longer than I expected. Hope this is what you were looking for!
Warnings: Hawks is a flirt, some swearing, season 4 spoilers in case you haven't seen it, reader is gender-neutral
Word Count: 1.9k
Story begins under the cut!
All you wanted to do was go to work, do the paperwork your department leader gave to you, and get out before five. However, most days that was impossible. See, you worked for the number two pro-hero Hawks. You were just a basic officer worker with a less than helpful quirk, but your job paid the bills.
Sometimes, it did get a little boring sitting in an office chair when your eight-hour workday would turn into twelve hours due to a case, and negligence on Hawks' part, that just couldn't wait till the next day. However, this is where your quirk came in handy. You had a quirk bordering on hyper-focus, meaning you could delve yourself into a task and force yourself to keep pushing until it was finished. Maybe that's why you still held this position after all these years.
"(y/n), I need your help," your coworker groaned.
Yeah, the job paid the bills, but it was still a pain in the ass having to deal with people who tried to get you to do the work they were too lazy to do and take credit for it. You were shy, an introvert if you'd prefer that term. You were never one to go out of your way, but you also never wanted to cause a scene and argue. It was tough.
"Yeah, what's up?" you asked, turning your chair around to greet her as best as you could muster.
"I really need your help with something," she said, slowly placing a stack of papers on your desk. "Hawks asked me to go over these questions with him but I have a meeting with the marketing department that just got sprung on me. You'd be doing me a huge favor!"
You glanced at the questions, realizing they were for his upcoming photoshoot with GQ Magazine. A "huge favor" is honestly an understatement. This was a big deal. Hawks finally had a chance to put himself on an American publication. No wonder he wanted to run over the questions.
"Oh," you finally said, "I'd have to run over them with him in person?"
"Mhm," she replied, nodding her head. "Don't stress, though. He's a really sweet guy despite his flirty personality. I'll pay you back with whatever you want for doing this, though. Please?"
"When would I need to go and see him?"
"In about twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes? As in, twenty minutes from right this very second? You immediately felt your heart rate pick up and your chest become tighter. You've never met Hawks, and, if the rumors were true, he was going to be too much for you to handle. However, you still were too scared to speak up and ask if someone else could do it.
Sighing shakily, you responded, "Y-yeah. I'll do it."
"I love you," your coworker responded. "I promise, it'll be a breeze. Knock him dead!"
She waved before practically skipping away to her meeting. In a matter of minutes, you now had possibly one of the most important tasks to handle in the office that day. Your anxiety, however, was through the roof, and you knew your quirk couldn't help you. It was going to have to be the real you. The terribly anxious, extremely awkward, embarrassingly shy you.
Glancing at the clock, you realized you had been overcomplicating your own personality for the entire twenty minutes you had to mentally prepare yourself. You quickly gathered up the questionnaire, adjusted your blazer, and began walking to the executive wing where Hawks' office was.
Hawks always seemed so far away, almost as if he was in a different world. You've never met him, but you knew he was attractive beyond belief, a literal Adonis. His looks alone could intimidate you, but the fact that he also was one of the strongest heroes in the world and had one hell of a quirk made it ten times worse.
The executive wing was getting closer and you were only starting to get more nervous. It was fine. Everything was going to be fine. You were only talking to your boss who could determine your whole career and fire you if he wanted to. Ok, maybe everything was not going to be fine.
You took a deep breath in, noticing the secretary's desk. You had a list you were going through. That was it. Everything was practically set in stone. All you had to do was read the questions and get him to practice his answers. You could calm your nerves to get through the interview...maybe.
"Excuse me," you started, already feeling your palms begin to sweat.
"Hello, dear," the secretary smiled. "How can I help you?"
"I'm here to see Hawks to help him practice the GQ Magazine interview questions."
"Of course, give me one second to buzz him."
While waiting for Hawks to come and get you, you began noticing the artwork on the walls. Most of them were simple, contemporary watercolor portraits except one. The outlier was a beautiful portrait of a phoenix, rising from the ashes. Under it, a phrase was written in script: "Rise and Conquer." It was strangely comforting.
"You must be Yuki," you heard Hawks say.
"Actually, I'm not," you began, trying to remember the phoenix. "I'm (y/n), one of her coworkers. She had another meeting to go to."
"Of course, no worries. Come on in and make yourself comfortable!"
You slowly followed him in through the wide doors, noticing his smooth gait and confident air. Looking around the room, you noticed his multiple awards and magazine covers along custom shelves. It made your nerves come back in an instant, forcing your legs to lose their bones and become like jelly. Thankfully, you were able to land in the chair directly in front of Hawks' desk and start organizing the questions.
"So, (y/n), right?" he asked, taking a seat and sending some of his feathers to shut the door.
"Y-yes sir," you fumbled out.
"Please, you don't need to keep the formalities. You can call me Keigo. Is there another name I could possibly call you by? Maybe mine?"
You choked on air, beginning to cough out of sheer embarrassment. Never in your life had you expected Hawks to actually flirt with you. At least now you knew the rumors were true. Or was he only pulling this out for you?
"Sorry, I'm kidding," Keigo said, flashing his signature smile. "Wanna go ahead and get started with the questions?"
"P-please," you whispered, starting to get your hands on the many sheets of paper. "First question...first question...Ah, here! Um, w-what made you want to start doing hero work?"
He chuckled, leaning forward on his desk and looking directly into your eyes. "It wasn't that clear at first, but I always admired the heroes I grew up with in my formative years. Endeavor, All Might, and many others honestly made me start questioning whether I wanted to become a hero, too. That, and I also knew I would get the opportunity to meet hotties like yourself."
Your face erupted in a furious blush once again, and you tried to regain your footing. It was really flattering how Hawks was complimenting you left and right, but the little voice inside your head kept telling you that he probably treated all of the employees in the office like this.
"O-of course," you quickly responded, moving on again. "Next question...w-what's been the hardest villain you've faced?"
"Oh, that's easy," Keigo replied. "I had to face an advanced Nomu, which is similar to an intense real-life Hulk, and ended up almost losing some of my feathers permanently. I could've been quirkless if the fight had gone wrong. However, I pushed through and ended up having the help of my childhood idol, Endeavor, who I mentioned earlier. Together, we ended up stopping the Nomu from destroying half the city and saved thousands. So, I still have my quirk and still have a chance to ask cuties like you on a date."
Another one? Really? How can a man like him find ways to always slip in little comments that make your heart flutter. He was incredible but also totally out of your league. You were a simple office worker while he was the hero that risked his life day in and day out to save people. It was impossible for him to find someone so plain, ordinary, and basic as you remotely attractive.
"R-right...I-I'm going to keep t-the questions coming," you said, trying your hardest to not stutter.
"You ok, sweet thing?" he asked, admiring your features in the process.
"Y-yeah! Don't worry! Um, t-third question...w-what's your biggest g-goal in life right now?"
"My biggest goal? Probably getting your number and a date if I'm being honest."
"K-Keigo, please stop."
He immediately held his tongue and looked at you earnestly. Hawks knew he overstepped your boundaries. He knew about your personality from doing routine checks with your department head. You weren't outgoing like him. You did as you were told. However, you had a knack for doing whatever task was asked of you diligently and quickly with the best end result. That's what attracted him to you in the first place.
He actually took a liking to you based on your personality alone. You were everything he wanted in a partner. You were kind and compassionate to others, smart and hardworking no matter the task, and honest in your personality despite the circumstances. He thought your shyness and embarrassment were cute, but he now realized he came on too strong and needed to account for his actions.
"I'm sorry," he sighed.
"N-no, it's fine," you began, trying to fix the situation.
"No, it's not. I overstepped your boundaries trying to get my feelings out the only way I know how. I'm sorry. I understand you see me as your boss. It's not a problem."
His feelings? Wait, he wasn't just flirting for the sake of flirting?
"Wait, do you actually think I'm attractive?" you asked hopefully.
He chuckled before responding, "Honestly? Yeah, a lot more than I thought I would. I heard about you and the kind of work you do for the agency, but I never knew you were so damn cute. It's not fair you got all of that."
"You kidding? You're built like a god."
He stopped, slowly turning his smile into a smirk. You immediately corrected yourself, profusely apologizing once again and attempting to go back to the questions. However, he sent a feather to pick the stack up and move it out of the way.
"Don't apologize," he casually said. "I meant every compliment."
"T-thank you," you responded, looking at the floor and feeling your face heat up once again.
"Speaking of how I meant every word, I got a genuine question for you."
You met his gaze once again, flashing him a shy smile and trying to think of what he was going to say next.
"Can I get your number so we can go on a proper date sometimes? Without the interview questions."
You beamed, trying to calm your heart. Before giving him your answer, you remembered the phoenix outside his office. "Rise and Conquer." You were the phoenix. You were rising from the ashes. You knew exactly what to say.
Hello! First off you donβt have to justify anything. It was your gap year and we are happy to have you back. Now as for a requestβ¦i kinda have one. Could you perhaps write one with bakugou where him and the reader have a baby and he is afraid to touch them cause of his quirk, but the reader helps him regain confidence. Thank you so much and once more, we are so happy to have you back <3
A/N: First off, this message literally had me on the verge of tears. This is the warmest welcome back and I was all over this when I saw it. Thank you and I hope I did it justice!
Warnings: Bakugou is a little angsty and fearful but it becomes super sweet, reader is gender neutral despite the baby so heads up
Word Count: 1.8k
Story begins under the cut!
He hurts. He hurts everything he touches. From butterflies to shirts to paper to furniture. Itβs all because of his quirk.
When he was younger, Bakugou never took into account the actual damage his quirk could cause under stressful everyday circumstances. Itβs happened more than once, and every time itβs happened, heβs been with you.
You both went to U.A. and practiced becoming heroes for three years, meaning you were very aware of Bakugou's severe anger issues. You knew how volatile he could be while fighting a villain or attempting to be the best, but you never really paid him mind. Bakugou never saw you as a threat, but he never had the guts to approach you. He never would've believed he had a crush, but his denial followed him constantly.
Once graduation happened, Bakugou decided to start working as a pro-hero, keeping the name Dynamight. However, you decided that it would be better if you didn't go out into the field. You had taken too many health scares after the severe events you faced during your time at U.A. and didn't want to chance another one. After talking with Nezu about your next steps, you ended up securing a spot as a substitute teacher for any hero course class that needed one due to his generosity.
You actually really loved your job and saw a lot of your former classmates, especially Bakugou. He came by often to see you, ask how you were, and check on you in general. It was really sweet of him to do so, and before you knew it, you started falling for him. Bakugou had also begun to let his guard down, finally acknowledging the feelings he ignored many years before.
After months of routine weekly check-ups, Bakugou decided he was going to ask you out. Trying to actually prove himself as a decent guy, he bought you flowers. They were beautiful white roses that weren't overpowering but simple and classy with a touch of romance. However, he was so nervous about seeing you that his palms were sweating excessively.
In his opinion, you were perfect. You had eyes that made him feel weightless and like he could tell you anything. Your smile was bright and made everyone around you feel your happiness. You had a great personality and could be witty with your corny jokes or genius comments. In short, you were the only person for him.
Yet, Bakugou has a difficult quirk. With the nitroglycerin in his sweat, any sudden movements could cause an explosion. Unfortunately, it just had to go wrong when he was trying to impress you. While he was trying to hand you your bouquet, which you absolutely adored, he exploded it and almost caught your hair on fire.
Three weeks later, you both went on your first date to the local fair. When he won you a stuffed penguin from a dart game, the second the plush was handed to him, he exploded it. Just like the "flower fail," as you like to call it, he almost caught your hair on fire once again and owed a nice sum of cash to the fair organizers.
This habit continued throughout the course of your relationship. However, Bakugou never caught your hair on fire, and you fell more in love with him every day. He couldn't deny that it was amazing that you stayed with him despite the screw-ups, but it made him realize that he really couldn't let you go.
On your ten-month anniversary, Bakugou asked you to marry him and managed, once you both were home, to explode the ring box. Thankfully, he had already put the ring on your finger, but it was still a close call. Despite this, you both were happier than you could have ever imagined.
You got married, had a fabulous honeymoon, and found a wonderful house with an extra room for a new family member on the way. Bakugou was nervous to become a father. It wasn't only daunting due to the expenses and commitment but he was afraid he would hurt the baby. He had exploded nearly everything he wanted to give to you to show you his love and admiration for everything you do, from flowers to plushes to even engagement ring boxes. He was afraid he would explode the baby, his baby.
Nine months later, you walked through your doorway with a heavy sigh. "We're home, little one," you said, smiling to your pride and joy. In response, the little girl giggled, returning the affection in her own language of baby talk.
"Do you think she'll like her nursery?" Bakugou asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Of course," you replied. "She had an amazing man make it from scratch just for her."
You slowly leaned up, kissed his cheek, and turned to bring your baby to her new crib. After you left, Bakugou let out a heavy sigh. His fear from the day you told him he would be a father followed him and had only grown stronger. He knew the next few months would be full of restless nights and achy joints, just some of the perks of parenthood, but he knew that he would never hold your precious girl.
He thought of his daughter's face and how she had his intensity but your sweet eyes. She also had your smile, lighting up the room the second she laughed for the first time. He knew she was too precious for this world, just like you. It was too risky to hold her.
"Katsuki, you ok?" you asked, gently shaking his shoulder.
"Yeah. I'm fine," he quickly responded.
"No, you're not. What's up?"
"Nothing. I promise, baby."
The conversation ended there, but you knew something was up. After knowing Bakugou for as many years as you have, you knew he had difficulty sharing his problems. When he was ready, he would tell you, and you would wait no matter how long it took.
Two months later, you were startled by a loud cry in the middle of the night. Your angel had woken up from a nightmare and needed to be lulled back to sleep. This had happened every night for the past two weeks, and you knew you just needed to let it run its course. Yet, your baby crying made your inner parent come out, and before you knew it, you were walking through the doorway of the nursery.
"Oh honey," you began, lifting her out of her crib. "It's ok. I'm right here. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."
Walking over to a rocking chair Bakugou had put together only a few weeks ago, you sat down and began rocking her. To calm her down, you began humming a simple song with a tune that would make her feel safe and comfortable.
"It's ok. It's ok," you repeated like a mantra, hoping that she would come to understand what you were saying to her.
You continued humming, causing her to drift to sleep mere moments later. While continuing to rock in your chair, soft footsteps could be heard in the hallway, lifting a small smile to your lips.
"What are you doing out of bed?" you asked, giggling as you made eye contact with your groggy, half-asleep husband.
"I heard her stop crying and wanted to come check on you two," he replied, suppressing a yawn.
"Well, she's finally drifted back to sleep. If you want to, you're welcome to hold her and rock her yourse-"
"N-no. I think it's better if you keep holding her."
His response shocked you, but suddenly, your conversation the day you brought her home clicked. He was scared. He was scared to hold her.
"Kats," you began, "why are you scared?"
"W-what are you talking about?" he responded.
"Why are you scared to hold your baby...our baby?"
He sighed and broke eye contact. He couldn't bear to look at you when you were sad. It only made him feel like more of a terrible husband, father, and failure. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he didn't know what to do. He suddenly felt his palms begin to sweat. How could he tell you why he was so scared to hold his own daughter?
"She's not like everything else, you know," you blurted out.
"What?" he asked, regaining the strength to look at you.
"She's not like everything else. She's not like the white roses you bought me or the penguin you won at the fair. She's not a box that held the ring that made me truly happy and sure of what my future looked like. She's our baby, something we both love and care for. She's different than everything else."
Bakugou's heart dropped. Of course, you knew. You never failed to read his mind in every circumstance. That's the reason he first fell for you all those years ago because even though he never told you anything, you always knew what was on his mind.
Breaking out of his trance, he slowly walked over to sit in front of the rocking chair and leaned against your leg. He felt your hand graze his head, scratching his scalp and relaxing his nerves. Due to your ministrations, he began to feel his heart slow and his hands begin to dry. Despite him hurting everything around you, you were always the calm to the storm. You always calmed his nerves, told him it was alright, and comforted him. You were his savior.
"You won't hurt her," you finally stated, breaking the silence.
"But what if I-" he started.
"No. You won't hurt her. I promise."
He glanced up at you, causing you to slowly lean your cradled arms down to prompt him to take his daughter. Nervously, Bakugou reached out and cradled her, supporting her head and gently rocking her back and forth. The moment he laid eyes on her sleeping face, he knew his fears were for nothing.
"Thank you," Bakugou whispered, looking up at you.
He found you already asleep once again due to the harsh nights and difficult sleep schedule you now had. He chuckled and looked back down at his daughter. He smiled, knowing you would berate him for details in the morning about his fears, but for now, he enjoyed your soft snores and his daughter's cute face, reveling in the moment until the sun began to rise. He had gained the strength to finally hold his daughter. He knew that from that moment forward he would never fear hurting her again.
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8. βSorryβ¦your hair was in your faceβ¦I thought I should move it so I could see you better.β + 9. βI donβt know how to exist in a world without you.β
You glanced at the clock above the stove. It was already 11, and Midoriya was still on his mission. Of course, he had texted you and said he would be late, but it still bothered you.
You had been dating the now number one pro-hero ever since your days at U.A., and your admiration and love for him had done nothing but grow. He always made you laugh, still managed to get you flustered, and gave the best cuddles.
Suddenly, the sound of the lock on your front door could be heard. You bolted out of the kitchen and smiled upon seeing your boyfriend, thankfully in one piece.
βMaybe text me next time so I donβt have a heart attack, Izu!β you whined, moving over to stand near him.
He was already taking his shoes off, chuckling under his breath at your comment. As he undid the laces, his hair began to get in his eyes. Ever since becoming a pro, he decided to grow out his hair just a bit to seem more attractive to his audience. However, you thought he had been perfect since day one.
Kneeling down, you scooted over to be right in front of his face. He glanced at you and cocked his head to the right like a confused puppy. Gently, you lifted your hand and pushed his hair out of his eyes and gazed into them.
βSorryβ¦your hair was in your face,β you commented, blushing in embarrassment. βI thought I should move it so I could see you better. Itβs been a long day, and I missed you.β
βI know, angel,β he replied, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
He quickly pulled away and stood up, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder in the process. He started laughing, causing butterflies to start in your stomach and an even deeper blush to bloom on your face.
βI-Izuku!β you screamed, causing him to start running around the apartment.
βCome on,β he began, βyou said you missed me, right?β
βYeah, but not like this! Put me down you broccoli boy!β
Midoriya tossed you onto the couch, tackling you soon after. He wrapped his arms around you and hid his face in you neck. Placing gentle kisses on your collarbone, he looked up at you and met your gaze.
In his eyes, you could see so much. You knew you wanted to spend every moment with this man. He had made your life so much better. He was your everything. He was your number one.
βWhat?β you questioned, a small smile gracing your lips.
βCan I be honest?β Midoriya asked, leaning up a bit.
βOf course you can. Whatβs up?β
βWell, I love you.β
He began fidgeting with your shirt, playing with the hem out of embarrassment. He was as red as Kirishimaβs hair, making you giggle to yourself.
βAnd,β he began again, βI donβt know how to exist in a world without you.β
His words shocked you, and you cocked your head to the side just like he did earlier. Midoriya smiled and moved to kiss your cheek.
βMarry me, angel?β he whispered in your ear.
You choked on air. He broke into a fit of laughter, causing you to follow in turn. Of course, the answer was yes. You both knew that. That was what made the moment so sweet and tender. You didnβt even have to say an answer. Youβll tell him, but laughter overtook you for the time being, causing contentment and happiness to fill your heart for eternity.
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12. βI swear, if you say another word, Iβll leave.β
Being friends with Bakugou had itβs ups and downs. One positive thing was that if anyone ever tried to hurt you or talk you down, he would come in to rescue you. However, one negative thing was that he would always yell about his problems. Specifically, he would yell at you about his problems.
You didnβt really mind it. You knew he wasnβt mad at you, but sometimes you didnβt want to deal with it. You always did, though. Why? He was always there for you. Whether you were crying or training, he was always there to listen to your problems. Also, you had a huge crush on him.
His latest problem was being explained to you. He was going on and on about how the teachers were being too harsh with the homework load and not taking into consideration the long hours everyone had due to their work studies.
βItβs stupid!β Bakugou yelled, sending off a couple of sparks in the process. βThey think we donβt have lives. Itβs fucked up!β
βMhm,β you replied, more focused on his muscles than what he was actually talking about.
βYouβre not listening, dumbass.β
You were busted. If he didnβt blow you to pieces, it would be a miracle. He hated when people didnβt listen to him. You knew this, but why did he have to wear that tight black shirt?
βYes, I am,β you stated, puffing up your chest a bit.
βReally?β he grumbled. βWhat did I just say?β
You fell silent. Even if you made something up that was right, he knew you werenβt paying attention. How could you when a man as hot as him was right in front of you? No wonder you had a crush on him.
βI canβt believe you,β Bakugou groaned, rubbing his face. βAfter everything Iβve done for you, you could at least show a little respect. You know, Iβm gonna be the number one hero. Youβll just be in my shadow.β
This was the first time a rant had turned into a personal attack. You felt hurt, frightened, and, most importantly, annoyed. You wanted to tell him to get a grip. You wanted to tell him that you would make it to the number one spot before him. You wanted to make out with him really badly. Wait, what?
βYour quirk will never be able to beat mine, and you know it,β he continued, pacing around the room. βBe reasonable with yourself.β
βOh my god!β you yelled, stopping him in his tracks. βI swear, if you say another word, Iβll leave.β
Bakugou stopped and exhaled loudly. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple, realizing everything he had just said. Listening to your words, he didnβt speak. He wanted to apologize, but he needed to show it rather than say it.
Cracking his knuckles, Bakugou stormed over to you and stood right in front of you. Meeting his gaze, you stayed put and waited for an apology, but you felt his lips on yours. He was kissing you. Your crush, Katsuki Bakugou, was kissing you.
Realizing what was going on, you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck to fully melt into the kiss. It was soft, unlike the words he had just spoken. He was apologizing without speaking, just like you said. He wanted you. Thatβs why he always told you about his problems. Thatβs why he always comforted you. Bakugou wanted you more than anything in the world.
Breaking the kiss, you rested your foreheads against each other. He was quiet for the first time in a long time, and it felt nice. His presence was comforting, and there was no awkwardness.
βIβm sorry,β he sighed, kissing your forehead gently.
βWeβll talk about it later,β you replied, looking up at him. βCan you cuddle me?β
βIf thatβs what you want.β
You cuddled each other for hours until he finally apologized. You both told each other how long you had liked each other, why you werenβt going to tell each other, and talked about the future. However, by the end of the night, only one thing was clear: Bakugou was your new boyfriend.
22. βI dare you.β + 23. βWhat are you gonna about do it?β
It was a quiet night with you and your hero roommate. You had known Keigo ever since you were kids, and his hero status didnβt change how you looked at him. If anything, it only made you both grow closer. However, growing up with your talented best friend came with one downfall: you had a major crush on him.
You swore to yourself you would never tell him, especially since it could ruin your whole living situation. You had been living together for months, making the crush even worse. Whenever Keigo would walk around shirtless, make you dinner, or watch a movie with you, it would make your heart beat much faster than normal.
βYo,β Keigo called, waving a feather in front of your face, βyou good?β
βOh, sorry,β you replied, feeling embarrassment wash over you. βIs something up?β
βI want to play a game with you.β
βWhat kind of game?β
βOh, something simple...truth or dare?β
The game had started out simple enough, just like he said. You dared him to down 2 shots of tequila. He dared you to survive a minute of tickling with his feathers. You asked him what his first impression of you was. He asked you who your first crush was.
You lied on that truth, but he didnβt notice. However, the game started to get more intense. You both were going harder and harder and began refusing to say truth.
βFine, youβre up,β Keigo began. βTruth or dare?β
βIs that even a question anymore?β you smirked. βDare!β
βI dare you to kiss me.β
His question caught you off guard. You wanted to, but how could you without it ruining everything? You had been best friends for over 10 years. You couldnβt risk it all.
βNo, Iβm chickening out,β you stated, avoiding eye-contact.
βCome on, (y/n)!β Keigo complained. βWhatβs the big deal? Scared youβll like it too much?β
βNo, stupid!β
βCome on, itβs not going to be that bad. You know Iβve had experience.β
βI said no. What are you gonna do about it?β
In a matter of milliseconds, Keigo had pulled you into his lap using his feathers and met your lips in a passionate kiss. It felt like perfection. He kissed with a sense of urgency, like he had been waiting for years to do this. You returned the kiss shyly, but his intensity made it balance out.
As soon as the kiss started, it ended. You both were in shock, realizing that you could never go back to just being roommates or friends. Your world was about to come spiraling down. However, you both fell silent for a few minutes to process your own thoughts.
βHey,β Keigo said, breaking the tension. βI donβt want to do this thing anymore.β
βI get it,β you replied, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. βIβll pack up my stuff andββ
βNo. (y/n), I donβt want to be friends. I want to be more than that.β
βOh...OH!β
After your delayed reaction, Keigo burst out laughing. You soon followed his actions, realizing your world was not crashing down. Your world was actually becoming bigger and more perfect. Who knew a simple statement could do that?
βBaby bird,β Keigo began, causing your heart to race from the nickname, βwant me to be your boyfriend?β
Nodding your head, you adorned your face with the biggest grin and said, βOf course I do, Hawks.β
25 + hc for Aizawa Bakugo and hawks? If u do only 1 character per request pls do Aizawa on this one cuz it would be funny I think lol
Writing Weekend Prompt List is pinned on my page!
25. βDid you just slap my ass?β
HEADS UP! Thereβs a couple suggestive things. Enjoy!
Aizawa π€:
β’ Youβre playing with fire the second you start dating this man
β’ In the middle of the night or directly after a nap, he will wake up and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (or as much as his body permits) or super out of it
β’ When heβs more awake, you can expect soft cuddles, forehead kisses, and hand holding
β’ HOWEVER, this man is so ridiculous when heβs tired that itβs either hilarious or really attractive
β’ I headcanon that in his U.A. days, he would sometimes call Hizashi in the middle of the night to go off about the classes he was hating, and Hizashi would just sit there thinking about how Aizawa never talks this much when heβs fully awake
β’ Now, when Aizawaβs out of sorts, he loves to slap your ass and thighs
β’ It never fails to make you blush like a maniac, which causes him to tease you to no end
β’ Sometimes, it leads to some questionable actions (if you get what I mean), but it works tried and true every single time
A soft slap came across your backside as you bent down to get the milk out of the fridge for your morning coffee. A low whistle followed soon after, signaling the next few events that were about to go down.
βDid you just slap my ass?β you asked, glancing back at your boyfriend with innocent eyes.
βWhat if I did?β he mumbled in reply, rubbing the area he just slapped.
A much harsher spank soon followed, causing you to yelp out of surprise. Aizawa chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist.
βCome on, kitty cat,β he whispered, kissing your temple. βCome back to bed so I can get a couple more love pats in.β
Who were you to pass that opportunity up?
Bakugou π§‘:
β’ Ok, first of all this man makes me act up (too much)
β’ He is such a hot-headed bimbo sometimes, so I think he only slaps your ass when he gets jealous
β’ It especially applies when itβs somewhere with his friends
β’ Bakugou giving you attention is the highlight of every day, so whenever you want to get that kind of attention, youβll purposely make him jealous
β’ The best way to do it is to flirt with someone, but donβt flirt with a random guy
β’ If you want to hit him where it hurts, flirt with someone he knows
β’ Denki, Sero, and Kirishima are prime targets, but I think you know which one earns you the best slap
βThe new shade of red dye you used really matches your costume, Kiri!β you commented, making sure you were loud enough to attract your boyfriendβs attention.
The music came to a pause before the next song began, and in that moment of silence, a harsh smack could be heard at the U.A. reunion.
βDid you just slap my ass?β you asked, turning around to meet the fiery gaze of your boyfriend.
βIβm leaving,β Kirishima states, coughing in embarrassment. βSee you around, Bakubro. Donβt be too hard on (y/n).β
Once he was out of earshot, the music seemed louder. Bakugou lowered himself to your level, allowing you to feel his hot breath on your face.
βOh, youβre in for it now, dumbass,β he growled. βWeβre leaving. Trust me, they wonβt miss us.β
How could you deny him when he was so fired up?
Hawks β€οΈ:
β’ Let me start this whole part off with a scientific red-tail hawk fact
β’ Red-tailed hawks mate for life and are extremely territorial (take that into consideration as much as you wish)
β’ Hawks is the kind of guy who thrives off of PDA
β’ One of his favorite things to show that youβre his is putting his hand in your back pocket or resting his hand on your ass
β’ I headcanon he is a MAJOR simp (I mean, the way he looks up to Endeavor screams fanboy)
β’ He worships the ground you walk on and considers your ass sacred, so the only time he slaps it is in private when he wants to compliment you
β’ Whether he slaps it so you stop hating it or because you feel good in a particular outfit, you love it either way
β’ It makes you feel wanted, special, and even more in love with the beautiful bird
βWell, what do we have here?β Hawks asked, eyeing you up and down.
You had just gotten a new pair of jeans and were absolutely in love with them. You loved them because they made you feel like a model, which was just one of their many perks. Your boyfriend loved them because they accentuatedοΏΌ your sexy ass.
Showing just how much he loved it, Hawks walked over and smacked it. He relished in the way it jiggled just a bit, and you loved the attention.
βDid you just slap my ass?β you chuckled, glancing over to your boyfriend.
βOf course I did, kid,β he replied, walking over to wrap his arms around your waist. βI love every part of your body, especially that sweet ass.β
13. βWould you just shut up and listen to me for two seconds?β
βI just donβt get it,β you complained, rubbing your temples in annoyance.
βHow?β your partner, Hawks, asked. βItβs so easy!β
βNo, itβs not.β
βLook, listenββ
You drowned out his voice, searching your brain for when you last had this conversation with him. It was usually an argument that would last hours for no reason. It couldβve been solved if you just admitted you were wrong. At least, thatβs what Hawks believed. However, you were going to make that excruciatingly difficult for him.
βKid?β he called, waving his hand in front of your face.
βHuh?β you smirked, cocking your hip to the side.
βAre you just going to ignore everything Iβm saying? Iβm giving you so much information just so you understand. I mean, youβre not stupid! I could probably tell this to a baby, andββ
βOh my god, would you just shut up and listen to me for two seconds?β
Acknowledging your request, your birdbrained companion fell silent. You took a deep breath in, trying to calm the pounding in your head, so you could state your case.
βKeigo, Iβm only saying this once,β you began. βWater is not wet!β
β(y/n),β he groaned, rolling his eyes, βit is! There is so much scientific evidence to back it up!β
Of course, the argument continued. Throughout your boring patrol, the argument became more heated until it was finally time to call it a night. Letβs just say Hawks really wanted to prove water was not wet once and for all. The only way he could do that was by, finally, taking you on a date.
Hey everyone! Itβs been a rough week, so please send in some requests this weekend so I can write away the stress. You can send in scenarios, headcanons, choose a prompt from the list below, or whatever you want as long as itβs ok in my rules. Send it in as a comment, DM, or ask by clicking on my profile. Happy requesting!
Prompt List:
1. βIβll feel much better if you let me walk you home.β
2. βApparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.β
3. βYou make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.β
4. βHang up and tell me this in person.β
5. βI really want to kiss you right now.β βDo it then.β
6. βAre you flirting with me?β βYou finally noticed?β
7. βIβve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.β
8. βSorryβ¦ your hair was in your faceβ¦I thought I should move it so I could see you better.β
9. βI donβt know how to exist in a world without you.β
10. βThe worst thing is that, even after all of that, Iβm still in love with you.β
11. βIf you donβt hug me right now, I think I might fall apart.β
12. βI swear, if you say another word, Iβll leave.β
13. βWould you just shut up and listen to me for two seconds?β
14. βIf I asked you to stay, would you?β
15. βI donβt know who I am anymore.β
16. βOf course i still love you.β
17. βWeβre not just friends and you know it.β
18. βI canβt have this argument with you again.β
19. βI think we were a little too loud last night.β
20. βYou are incredible.β
21. βWeβre justβ¦friends.β βFriends donβt do this!β
22. βI dare you.β
23. βWhat are you gonna do about it?β
24. βNever trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.β
25. βDid you just slap my ass?β
26. βIβm not a damsel in distress. Iβm a damsel doing damage.β
27. βYou couldnβt handle me even if i came with instructions.β
28. βWhere have you been all my life?β βHiding from you.β
29. βIβd punch you, but thatβd ruin that pretty little face of yours.β
30. βSo, itβs a date?β βNope. Not a dateβ
Request by @loxbbg:Β Drummer Bakugo x Lead singer Reader (ngl saw a TikTok and couldnβt help it) and they have a really lowkey relationship and the reader is singing bad romance and she goes up to Bakugo and is basically like singing to him he like drops his sticks mid play and kisses her sending the crowd crzy and there other band mates (the rest of bakusquard) are like called it
A/N: If anybody asks, this isnβt one of my biggest fantasies. Also, no, I didnβt listen to Bad Romance a couple times before this to try and nail theΒ βole Tik Tok high note. Anywho, I love this idea! Enjoy this trainwreck of a concert!
Genre: female reader, musician/band au, swearing cause itβs Bakugou, established relationship, pg-13 due to some vulgar-ish things and a suggestive ending, the fans losing their minds over you and BakugouΒ π₯β€οΈ
βYou are such an asshole,β you groaned, pushing your boyfriend on the couch.
βYou are such a bitch,β he growled, pulling you onto to his lap to engage in a messy make-out session.
It was the U.A. International Music Festival, and your group, known as The Chaos Crew, was headlining the event. Today was the first performance, ushering in the exclusive guests who paid extra for V.I.P. status. To say the least, Katsuki Bakugou, your boyfriend and drummer, was a lot more annoying than usual. Some examples were how the kisses you shared were rougher, the hand holding was almost painful with how tight he squeezed, and the mic checks were filled with intense staring. However, the band didnβt know you two were together, making the situation much worse.
Somehow, your other friends turned bandmates Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, and Mina Ashido agreed to pursue the dream with you when you first offered up the idea. Bakugou took more convincing. He thought you were the most idiotic person on the planet. His superiority complex only became worse when you asked him if he could be the drummer for your new group. He agreed after hearing you beg for a couple weeks straight, which began the slippery slope of flirtatious tension.Β
Despite you two being together all the time, the flirting wasnβt obvious. Bakugou would notice your skirts when they were just a bit shorter, and you would notice when his shirts when they got just a bit tighter. Neither of you ever let the other one know, though. Both of you despised each other so much that it would be the death of either of you for your secrets to get out.
One day, this changed during a photoshoot for your first magazine article. A rival band, known as The Pros, was at the shoot, and their lead singer, Deku, was asking you questions whenever you werenβt working. You didnβt mind it. You actually found it flattering how interested he was in your vocal range. However, after watching Deku βflirtβ with you, Bakugou dragged you to the green room.
Slamming the door, he turned around and asked,Β βAre you fucking blind, (y/n)?β
βExcuse me?β you scoffed.
βYou heard me. Heβs flirting with you for fuckβs sake! Tell him to just leave before I knock it into him.β
His overprotectiveness shocked you. You were more than confused. You werenβt that pretty, so Deku couldnβt be flirting with you. Your hair was well put together, your makeup was done nicely, and you were dressed with just a tad bit of sexiness, but you still looked average. It didnβt add up.
βDeku is not flirting with me,β you replied, rolling your eyes.Β βHeβs just assessing the competition.β
βHeβs staring at your tits and waiting for your little skirt to flip up,β Bakugou replied, clenching his fist.
βUgh, stop being so vulgar!β
βIβm being honest, princess.β
Marching over to him, you met his gaze. Waiting for him to continue with another statement, you stood in front of him and didnβt cower under his stare. Instead of getting an earful, you felt pressure on your lips. He kissed you, and you loved it. You loved it too much. He was like a drug, and your first hit left you wanting more.
You ended up spending the next 30 minutes in the green room making out and telling each other how much you hated it. It was true love, and after this experience, you began dating each other in private. Your family knew and so did his, but your bandmates didnβt. At least, you both were in agreement about that.
As time went on, The Chaos Crew began rising in the charts. After releasing 3 number one singles, you started touring and gaining a much bigger fan base. The Chaos Children, or what your fanbase called themselves, began doing every celebrityβs nightmare in a matter of weeks: shipping. The most popular ship within your band was, you guessed it, you and Bakugou. This was a running joke between Denki and Sero, but little did they know it was already a sailing ship. This only made you keep your relationship even more private.
Now, back to the U.A. International Music Festival. The feverish kiss ended, leaving you and your hot-headed boyfriend panting messes. Leaning into him, you nuzzled your face in his neck. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone before stopping to just inhale his scent.
βSince when are you so needy?β Bakugou joked, mocking you.
βSince when did you start acting like a child?β you snapped back.
You yelped, realizing Bakugou had slapped your exposed thigh. Whenever you both were performing, he felt the need to have his hands on you at all times. The band and fanbase, however, couldnβt know about you two. It would be too detrimental to your career.
βWhen am I gonna see you in my room?β Bakugou asked, rubbing where a red mark was forming due to his slap.
βTonight,β you coyly replied.
βOh really? Will you be wearing my favorite little outfit?β
βOf course, I will.β
Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted your rendezvous. Brushing yourself off, you leaped off of Bakugouβs lap and stood up as formally as possible. Of course, you two had snuck off together. You couldnβt just tell everyone you were going somewhere with Bakugou alone. However, you were relieved to hear a familiar voice on the other side.
βBakugou? (y/n)?β Mina called, waiting for either of you to reply.
βCome on in, babe,β you replied, saying it a little too quickly.
Mina opened the door and smirked when she saw you two. She had her suspicions about the two of you, but they were never confirmed nor denied. She knew she might never get her ship to sail, but she would never tell either of you that.
βWhat do you want, Bug Eyes?β Bakugou grumbled.
βNot much,β Mina shrugged,Β βbut I have news. We have a schedule change.β
At this, Bakugou exchanged a look with you. A schedule change during the U.A. Festival was like waiting outside of a store for days for a limited-edition item then leaving and never buying it. Someone dropped their act for later that night. There was no other possibility.
βSero got an update from Shinsou,β Mina stated, βand it looks like Deku broke his ankle from a stunt during their last show. They canβt perform tonight.β
Bakugou smirked, and you punched him in the arm. Ever since the photoshoot, he despised Deku. It was as if they were born to be rivals, which made you laugh a little.
βWhatβs the plan?β you questioned, knowing that Shinsou, one of the event directors, had already made one.
βWeβre taking half of their slot,β Mina smiled, shoving a set list into Bakugouβs hands.Β βThe other half is going toΒ Itsuka Kendo, the new solo artist. Sheβs going first, and then weβre up.β
βWe planning on singing from a particular era?β Bakugou asked, focusing more on the set list rather than the conversation.
βThey donβt want us singing our songs,β Mina replied, causing both you and Bakugou to choke on air.Β βThey want us to cover popular music.β
βWe have no idea why, though. Itβs kind of stupid, if you ask me,β Denki complained, walking in with Kirishima and Sero hot on his tail.
Upon their entrance, the boys came over to give you a hug and congratulate you on the earlier show. It went off without a hitch, and they insisted they give you credit since it was due. However, when a question about you and Bakugou running off came up, Bakugou immediately stepped in and said he wanted to jot down some lyric ideas. A game of playful banter began and went on for about 5 minutes before Shinsou entered the room.
βWell, itβs good to see that our fill-ins are ready for tonight,β he chuckled, walking over to place a hand on Denkiβs shoulder.Β βYou guys ready?β
βObviously,β Bakugou grinned.Β βHow bad can it be? Weβre just performing covers. Itβll be just like the old days.β
Immediately, your first performances and venues came to mind. Run-down bars and covers were normal for a few months before getting signed on by Shouta Aizawa, president of 1-A Records. After that, you were able to write your own music and live your dream.
βYeah,β you chimed in, moving closer to Bakugou,Β βwe can perform the last cover set we did before we got signed.β
βHell yeah!β Kirishima yelled, pumping his fist in the air.Β βThe Bad Romance Set was always my favorite.β
Soon enough, the show was about to start. Itsuka was on her last song, a personal tribute to her ex-boyfriend. You were gussied up in all black, sporting a short mini skirt, a low-cut shirt, and a leather jacket. It was perfect. You looked like you could kill anyone that crossed your path, and you probably could. It only attracted your boyfriend even more to the prospect of getting handsy before the show.
βCome on, sexy,β he growled, kissing under you ear.Β βLetβs do it. Weβve got a few minutes.β
βNo,β you responded, pushing him away.Β βWe have to stay focused. You know our ground rules.β
Rolling his eyes, he kept trying and trying and trying. After denying him multiple times, he smacked your ass before sulking away to sit at his drum set on the dark stage. Once he did that, the rest of your bandmates followed his lead and walked on stage. The lights went up, causing the crowd to lose their minds over your presence. Glancing back at your boyfriend, you nodded your head to signal him to start the first song.
The act went wonderful. When you sang to the audience, you could tell the hardcore Gaga fans from the fakes. However, no one seemed disappointed in the set. Everyone thought it was fun and easy to dance to. It was very clear, though, that everyone was waiting on one song: Bad Romance. After 25 minutes of Gaga hits, you glanced back at Bakugou and nodded your head again.
Once the drums began for the final song, the rest of the band chimed in to start the melody. Immediately, the crowd recognized it and sang the opening verse with you. Mina chimed in with her amazing voice to layer your vocals. Sero and Denki had the electric guitar and synth timed perfectly with one another, which only added to Kirishimaβs bass. Bakugou, of course, played his drums with passion and never took his eyes off of you.
Once the first bridge of the song arrived, your bandmates began growing with excitement. Your singing ability was always incredible to them, but the first time you nailed the added high note in the final chorus of Bad Romance, they knew you would be their lead vocalist. The moment was fast approaching, and you took the mic from the stand.Β
Finishing up the second bridge, you walked around to personally serenade each of your bandmates. First, Mina and you made sure to twirl each other, causing her to chuckle just a bit. You sauntered over to Denki, jamming out on an air guitar to compliment his real one. Next, Sero was graced with your presence, and he added a riff to impress the crowd. Kirishima was surprised, and you both exchanged flirtatious winks at one another. However, these actions annoyed Bakugou to no end. His blood was boiling, and his jealousy was rising. He needed to show these extras exactly who you belonged to.
The final chorus began, and you arrived at Bakugouβs drum set. To tease the fans just a bit, you decided you were going to belt the high note right next to your boyfriend. Besides, this entire song was about him and you. This song was the most important one in the whole set because of that. You knew it would give the audience the best reaction and moment to capture on film.
I want your love, and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
The crowd went wild. A constant chant of β(y/n)β was repeated over and over again and filled the venue. The end of the song was close, and Bakugouβs patience was running thin. You didnβt move, stuck next to his drum set. Whether you were trying to prove a point or your affection for him made his brain hurt. All he knew was that he couldnβt keep it a secret anymore.
βWant your bad romance,β you sang, finishing off the song as dramatically as possible.
Leaping out of his seat, Bakugou threw down his sticks and bounded over to you before wrapping his arms around you. He pressed his lips to yours, claiming you in front of everyone watching. You fumbled with the mic before successfully flicking the off switch and let it fall to the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him. He tapped your hip, signaling you to jump. You happily obliged, basking in the way his calloused hands gripped your thighs.
Screams filled the venue. Fangirls cried about the way Bakugou held you while others cried because he was holding you and not them. Paparazzi snapped as many photos as possible, hoping to capture the best photo that could be put up on TMZ. Parents tried to cover their childrenβs eyes because they thought the scene was so vulgar. Oh yeah, you guys were definitely going to be trending on Twitter.
In a flash, the lights went dark across the entire venue. The screams didnβt cease, even when an announcement came over the loudspeakers. It wasnβt heard the first time, probably since you and Bakugou broke everyone there. However, speaker volume could be raised, and the announcement could be heard through the crowd on the second try.
βAttention festival guests,β the lovely voice began,Β βtonightβs performances are over. Thank you for attending the V.I.P. exclusive day. We hope to see you all tomorrow for the first official day. Have a wonderful night and stay rockinβ!β
Before groans of protest could be heard, your band was escorted off stage and immediately into your limousine. Your were able to successfully avoid paparazzi, but that didnβt mean you and Bakugou were safe. You had your friends, and they were all nosy in their own ways.
βIt was the photoshoot,β Kirishima began.
βYeah! Come on, you wouldnβt stop glaring at Deku, Bakugou!β Mina grinned.
βWe knew you both were together,β Sero smirked.
βYeah, come on! You think we didnβt notice when you guys would run off to lock lips and do who knows what else?β Denki added on.
Bakugou was more than pissed off. After the onslaught of statements brought to the table, Bakugou effectively shut them up by yelling,Β βIf any of you touch my girl, Iβll your kick your asses. Got it?β
βWhatever you say,β Kirishima replied, flashing a grin and a thumbs-up.
βJust use protection!β Mina reminded, forcing some questionable hand gestures and noises from Denki and Sero.
After 15 minutes of torture, the limo arrived at the five-star hotel. In a matter of seconds, Bakugou had opened the door and picked you up bridal style so he could carry you up to the room. You had all booked the penthouse, since the U.A. Festival was such a big deal. You each had your own room, but you figured you two might have free reign of the whole place for while due to Minaβs previous innuendo.
Once you arrived in Bakugouβs room, he plopped you down on the bed. Smirking at you, he removed his shirt and went to get something a bit more comfortable out of his suitcase. You couldnβt help but look at the beautiful muscles that adorned his body. It made you feel hot and a little flustered.
βGo change,β he commanded, turning around to face you again.
You chuckled and replied,Β βOh, come on. You know me.β
You slipped off your leather jacket, bending forward just a bit to let him gaze at your cleavage. He licked his lips and threw down the extra shirt he had grabbed. Walking over to you, he roughly grabbed your hips and pulled your body into his.
Leaning forward, you smirked and whispered in his ear,Β βI already have the set on. Wanna help me get out of it?β
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Writing Weekend: 8 + 9 - your boyfriend finally gets home from a late night mission. what will happen when you two start having fun around the house?
β«β«β«β«β« Katsuki Bakugou β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
a couple of candles - your birthdays always suck. can your co-worker/friend bakugou make it just a little sweeter?
struck by your electric love - you and bakugou have been together for a while, but a tik tok trend exposes you to the whole class. how will they react?
100 follower event: 77 + 80 - bakugou is a tad jealous when kirishima tickles you. how will you control your temperamental boyfriend?
i want your bad romance - you and bakugou are bandmates that have been secretly dating. what happens when he loses control during a concert?
Writing Weekend: 25 - your boyfriend starts to get a little touchy with you. how will the events unfold?
Writing Weekend: 12 - getting into a fight with bakugou is always difficult to sit through. how will he apologize and show you heβs sorry?
fear or fatherhood - bakugou has messed up too many times in the past and is fearful to hold his new daughter. can you help him gain the confidence to?
β«β«β«β«β« Shoto Todoroki β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Nothing at the moment!
β«β«β«β«β« Eijirou Kirishima β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Nothing at the moment!
β«β«β«β«β« Denki Kaminari β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
status: online - during your final year in school, you make an online friend known asΒ itzElectric. are you both content with just staying online friends?
β«β«β«β«β« Hanta Sero β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Nothing at the moment!
β«β«β«β«β« Mirio Togata β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Nothing at the moment!
β«β«β«β«β« Tamaki Amajiki β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Nothing at the moment!
β«β«β«β«β« Shouta Aizawa β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
coffee rescue - aizawa knows you like every other co-worker. what happens when you need him in a dire situation?
caught in the rain - once your precious cat dies, you become broken and despondent. what do you and your boyfriend do when you find a stray?
100 follower event: 13 - your boyfriend surprises you after a rough week. what will you do when he drops the l-bomb for the first time?
100 follower event: 4 + 16 - youβve always had a thing for your old friend aizawa. what will he do when you admit your feelings for him?
100 follower event: 4 + 7Β + 9 - you love lazy saturdays with your boyfriend. what happens during one of those tender moments you share on a rainy day?
Writing Weekend: 25 - your boyfriend starts to get a little touchy with you. how will the events unfold?
β«β«β«β«β« Keigo Takami β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬
Writing Weekend: 13 - you and your partner have had a major debate for a while. can you finally end it with a single statement?
Writing Weekend: 25 - your boyfriend starts to get a little touchy with you. how will the events unfold?
Writing Weekend: 22 + 23 - truth or dare with your roommate is bound to have its challenges. what will happen when a certain dare catches you off guard?
playing hard to get - your coworker needs you to cover for her and help hawks prep for an interview? can you get through it despite his flirty advances?
Request by @e-wwisβ: :0!!! congrats on 100!! thank you for your hard work, keep doing what you're doing, & don't forget to take care of yourself πππ for the event, can I get 9,7, and 4 for Aizawa? thank you!!
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4. βKiss me.β + 7. βYouβre an idiot.β βBut you love me.β + 9. βYou took all the pillows so Iβm using you as one.β
It was a rainy afternoon, meaning you were cuddled up in bed. Saturdays were always relaxing, and the weather just made it so much better. You were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come back with some morning tea, hoping it would wake you up enough to at least move to the couch. Stretching just a bit, you reached over and grabbed Aizawaβs pillow. You held it close to your chest, burying your nose in the covering just to smell his scent.
Unaware he had entered the room, you stayed huddled up with his pillow. He chuckled silently and placed your cups of tea down without making a sound. Since Aizawa was an underground stealth hero, being silent wasnβt difficult. In fact, it made your relationship quite easy. He was able to pull off surprises better, welcome you home unexpectedly, and show you affection when you were distracted.
Suddenly, you felt Aizawaβs pillow being pulled out of your grasp. Your tired limbs gave it up easily, and it was flung across the room. You glanced up and noticed your boyfriend moving under the covers to lay with you. What you didnβt expect was for his head to land right on your chest, his face buried into your shirt.
βWhat are you doing?β you asked, tiredness still evident in your voice.
βYou took all the pillows so Iβm using you as one,β he replied, his voice muffled.
βYou just threw your pillow across the room, Sho!β
βShut up.β
You both fell silent for a little while and basked in each otherβs presence. Your breathing became synced, heartbeats unifying as one. It was true love between the two of you. It was like that since day one, yet it still made your heart flutter. Of course, this peacefulness couldnβt last forever.
βYouβre an idiot,β Aizawa stated, picking up his head to look you in the eyes.
βBut you love me,β you replied, throwing him a playful glare with a small smirk.
βIt doesnβt matter, (y/n).β
βYeah, it does. You do love me, and thatβs a valid reason.β
Humming in agreement, Aizawa moved his face closer to yours and passionately kissed you. Your heart swelled while the butterflies began flying in your stomach. You kissed back, melting fully into the feeling of his warmth. Despite him not being the best with words, you understood just how he felt when he kissed you, held you, and was just with you. His actions made his words seem futile.
The kiss broke, and you both met each otherβs gazes again. The connection between you two was stronger than anything. It was unbreakable. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you were wrapped around his in return. However, this also made you insatiable for attention.
βAgain,β you whispered.
βWhat do you mean, kitten?β Aizawa teased.
βKiss me.β
Your lips met again, but it was softer this time. It still spoke of passion, but it focused more on love this time. It reminded you of why you fell for Aizawa in the first place. He was your home. He was your past, present, and future. He was always going to be there for you. He would never hurt you. These beliefs made you love him even more. These beliefs promised that you would do the same for him.
It had been a rough week. Teaching the third years at U.A. was fun, but you were exhausted considering graduation was only a month away. With each of your students focused on their work studies, sidekick gigs, and fanbases, you received more and more work piled up on your desk every night. You would often spend your Friday nights wishing to take a nice, relaxing bath, but you were always cooped up in the staff room until the early hours of the morning filling out recommendation letters. However, today was different.
Walking into the staff room, you were greeted with a familiar face. Eraserhead, aka Shouta Aizawa, was working on a letter of some sort. You felt bad for him, but you also were extremely jealous. In his hands sat 1-A, the best batch of students and the most avid troublemakers. You had known him since your student days at U.A., and you had been madly in love with him ever since then. You two were very good friends, causing you to avoid the possible relationship in fear that your friendship would end. Despite this, you wanted to find out how he felt one day.
βCare if I ask why youβre here?β you questioned, sauntering over to his desk.
Chuckling, he replied,Β βBakugou and Midoriya. They snuck on to Ground Beta and fought.β
βYou had to have seen this coming, right?β
βOf course I did, Frills.β
The endearing nickname made your heart flutter. When you were in your first year at U.A., you always wore frilly bows in your hair. Aizawa just thought the nickname suited you, and it never left. Yamada didnβt earn one, which spoke volume to you. It made you feel special.
βWhat are you here for?β your crush asked, looking you up and down.
βMore recommendations for agencies,β you sighed.
βWant some friendly conversation while you fill them out?β
βIβd love that.β
Before looking back at the clock, you wiped away the last bit of tears away from your eyes. Aizawa had been making you laugh for the past 4 hours. It was already 5 AM, meaning it was almost useless to go to bed. However, despite wanting to sleep forever, you didnβt want to go to bed alone. Saturdays were lonely. Sure, the dorms were packed with your friends, but that didnβt make it any better. You wanted Aizawa with you, next to you. You wanted him to hold you and hold on to the nickname he gave you even tighter.
βHey,β Aizawa started,Β βyou ok, Frills?β
βObviously!β you laughed airily.
βNo, youβre not. Tell me whatβs wrong.β
You needed to tell Aizawa. It had been over 10 years, and, yet, you were still nervous. If you didnβt tell him, you would sit for so much longer, wishing he would kiss you. You had to tell him. It was now or never.
βThis is going to sound crazy,β you stated, getting up out of your chair.Β βPlease donβt get mad?β
Nodding his head slowly, you walked over to stand right in front of him. His raven hair fell perfectly over his shoulders, urging you to run your fingers through it. It only reminded you of how you needed to face your fear.
βIβm pretty sure youβre my soulmate,β you said, staring deeply into his eyes.
His pupils grew wide. You couldnβt have messed up more if you tried. Why did you think this was a good idea? A girl like you shouldnβt have said anything. He could have any woman he wants, and you just had to say that cheesy line to him? You ruined your friendship.
Suddenly, Aizawa muttered something. It was so quiet. You couldnβt understand what it was he said. Leaning down in front of him, you cocked your head to the side. He mustβve understood he spoke too low because he repeated what he previously mumbled.
βKiss me,β Aizawa whispered.Β βPlease, (y/n). Iβve waited too long for this.β
Not wasting another breath, you closed the space between your lips. It was passionate. It was beautiful. It was everything you couldβve wanted and more. He kissed you like it was the first time you two had ever laid eyes on each other. In his kiss held a message: I donβt want to be friends anymore.
Pulling away, you both were breathless. It was worth it, though. You had finally crossed that barrier. You had finally gotten your wish. You had finally gained the soulmate you deserved to love for the rest of your life. Now, you waited for the question you hoped Aizawa would ask.
βSo,β he began,Β βwant to be my girl, Frills?β
