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For Day #9 of the @bnhalloween-challenge !

Challenge | Day 9 -  Vampire

Category | Drawing

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BNHA 13 Days of Halloween

Challenge | Day 1 - Pumpkin Carving

Category | Bakugou x Reader Oneshot

Tags:  @bnhalloween-challenge 

Ahhh all of these prompts are so much fun, it was hard to choose for some of them. Sorry again for falling behind, I am officially all caught up! All of these scenarios will be Bakugou x Reader of course and I’ll be posting them all daily. Hope you enjoy! (Ps I will be skipping Day 2 due to busy schedule, Day 1 and 3 will be posted today!)

To say you were surprised that Bakugou had spent the whole day with you at a pumpkin patch was an understatement, but when he agreed to sleepover with you and carve pumpkins all night? You thought you had died and risen to heaven.

Admittedly he had been busy with his hero school and you hadn’t seen each other in person for a few days, so the guilt must have finally eaten him up.

All in all, you weren’t complaining. Even though he brought his snappy attitude with him, you made sure to even him out with your own bubbly one.

“Do you want the big knife or little knife?” You questioned from the kitchen, peaking through the window to see the ash blond criss cross apple sauce on your back porch. 

His crimson eyes looked up to your own before he clicked his tongue, “Obviously the big one, like hell I would trust you with that big ass knife.”

Rolling your eyes you brought both blades out to the porch, shutting the screen door behind you before plopping down beside him, “You better watch what you say, I am the one holding two knifes you know.”

Snatching the larger blade from your grasp, Bakugou sneered at your comment before dragging his large pumpkin before him. Following his action you grabbed your own orange pumpkin, letting out a grunt as you plopped it down before you.

First thing first, you had to cut a hole around the stump of the pumpkin. While Bakugou had already moved past this first step with ease, beginning to take the moist insides of the pumpkin out, you were having a bit more trouble dragging the blade through your thick pumpkin. 

Your annoyed grunts and pants as you tugged at the knife with all your might didn’t go unnoticed by your grumpy boyfriend.

“Are you going to ask for fucking help to carve the top or keep making those annoying ass noises?”

Glaring up to the grinning boy, you stubbornly turned your back to him and continued tugging, “I don’t need help! Mine is just a little thicker than usual...”

Bakugou ceased his movements at your comment, that shit eating grin still on his face as he watched your stubborn form yank and tug at the poor pumpkin. If only you weren’t as stubborn as he was.

“Hand it over pip squeak.” Bakugou groaned, lifting the pumpkin from your grasp much to your disapproval, before carving out the rest of the messy pumpkin.

With your lower lip jutted out into a pout, it was clear to Bakugou you weren’t pleased with his actions. And as much as he would love to continue tormenting you about your little twig arms, a grumpy girlfriend meant a grumpy Bakugou.

“Relax you can do the rest shitty girl,” Bakugou hissed, sliding the pumpkin back in front of your legs before a sly grin appeared on his expression, “Too bad your face turns red when you throw a fit and not orange, then you would look like a shitty pumpkin.” 

The crisp slap that met Bakugou’s arm after he placed the stump of the pumpkin on top of your head made him burst into laughter, watching as you ripped the stump off of your head and threw it across the porch.

He thought this was so funny didn’t he? Well two can play this game.

“Too bad we didn’t get a white pumpkin,” You reeled back, causing him to raise a brow down to your grinning expression, “Oh wait I guess that wouldn’t have worked... you’re more pale than the white pumpkin itself!”

Your boyfriend’s curious expression soon turned to rage as he growled at you, moving his head back down to his pumpkin as he mumbled curses under his breath while you bursted into laughter.

“Aww, look who’s throwing a fit now?” You taunted while tracing your finger along his arm teasingly, “I should start calling you Casper the Ghost!”

“Now you shut your face you idiot!” Bakugou hissed, his hands beginning to sizzle and pop from his quirk but you made no move to flinch, knowing he wouldn’t lay a finger on you no matter what you did. 

Batting your eyes up to him teasingly you feigned a pout, getting on your knees so you could run your fingers through his messy locks and place a warm kiss on his blushing cheek, “Aww it’s okay Casper, I still love youuuu.”

“Tch, what-fucking-ever.” Bakugou grumbled, avoiding your gaze as you bursted into more giggles, scooting back to where your pumpkin remained.

The next few hours the two of you worked fervently in silence, with the exception of a few grunts and curses from Bakugou and you quickly teasing him before getting back to work.

It wasn’t until you looked up that you noticed the once sun lit sky dimmed into dark shades of purple and orange as the sun began to retire for the day. You also took notice of the cool breeze that came along with the moon beginning to rise, a small smile rising to your cheeks as the atmosphere began to feel more like fall. 

“Have you finished making your intricate design over their Picasso?” You questioned, sarcasm laced in your tone as you grinned at the sight of your boyfriend glaring at you, “What? It looks like you’re breaking a sweat over there!”

Letting out a sharp huff Bakugou placed his knife down, narrowing his eyes down to his pumpkin as if analyzing his work before turning it over to face you. To your surprise his pumpkin was actually amazing, the outline of a spider web was carved into his pumpkin with a small spider at the top.

Just as detailed as a snowflake, Bakugou didn’t miss any detail on the web, making sure it would be able to win any pumpkin carving contest.

“Try’n beat that smart ass,” Bakugou hissed with a smirk, lighting one of the two small candles you brought out and sticking inside the pumpkin so his design could glow in the darkness, “I would make Picasso quiver at his damn knees!”

Blinking out of your trance like state of looking over Bakugou’s pumpkin, you looked back up to meet his crimson eyes when he brought up your own design. Flicking your eyes down to your own creation, you couldn’t help but let a small giggle escape your lips before cautiously looking up to Bakugou.

“W..Well, it’s no where near as good as yours...” You stumbled out, trying your hardest not to burst into laughter as your finger traced around the ring of your pumpkin nervously.

Bakugou simply scoffed at you, letting his arm dangle off his knee while he looked you up and down, “Nothing is as good as mine, it’s fucking perfect. Now show me your shit stain of a pumpkin.”

Letting out a shaky sigh as you used every instinct in your body not to burst into laughter, you began to spin the pumpkin around revealing the.. interesting design.

“Well.. I wouldn’t exactly call it a shit stain...”

Your boyfriend’s crimson eyes blinked for a moment as he looked at your design, soaking in the sight. His expression for once was blank, as if the gears in his head stopped spinning for a moment while he tried to decipher what it was you carved out.

“The fuck is this?”

Snorting a bit you covered your mouth, loving the blank expression Bakugou had before you worked up the courage to speak up, “Well I think if I had one word to describe the carving it would be.. explosive.”

Continuing to look over the pumpkin, you grinned when you saw Bakugou’s body visibly tense up. Suddenly the gears in his brain were starting to spin.

It all made sense now, the spikey looking hair on the scary looking face. The crazy cut out explosion from the terribly carved hands..

“Is this supposed to be fucking me (L/n)?!”

At this point you couldn’t contain your laughter at the sight of Bakugou’s furious expression, bursting into laughter you whipped your head back as uncontrollable laughter escaped your lips. 

“W..What it took me a lot of time to make that!” You said in between laughter as you held onto your stomach from laughing so hard, “I’m your n..number one fan!”

The sound of loud cursing and explosions were heard from in front of you but you didn’t care, all that was playing in your head was Bakugou’s once blank face turning into one of pure rage.

It wasn’t until you heard Bakugou’s raging voice directed towards you that you actually decided to listen.

“You think this is funny you little shit?” Bakugou growled causing you to look up from your fetal position only to be met with a pair of strong arms lifting you in the air causing you to shriek loudly.

“K..Katsuki what are you doing?!” You cried in between giggles as the ash blond heaved you over his shoulders and stormed into the house.

Bakugou continued his walking, storming towards the kitchen before plopping you down on the counter, your eyes meeting his mischievous grin.

“Oh I just want to make some art of you too (L/n),” Bakugou hissed in a painfully fake voice as he reached across the counter for the blue bucket that was filled with the pumpkin guts from your previously carved out pumpkin, “Who needs a pumpkin when I can decorate your face with this!”

Suddenly your stomach dropped, your eyes widening a bit as you looked into the gross orange contents inside the bucket before looking back up to your boyfriend’s face that held an all too devious expression on it.

“Aww, what’s with the down face (L/n)?” Bakugou purred, grabbing a hand full of the pumpkin guts while he held your hips down to the marble counters so you couldn’t make a run for it, “You should appreciate this, after all...

“I am your number one fan.”

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Challenge | Day 5 - Halloween lover vs. Halloween Hater

Background Info - Several 1-A students had just finished decorating the common area for Halloween. Orange and black streamers lined the wall, many cauldrons full of candy, pumpkins, and creepy bloodstained objects were put out and there were multiple fake spiders and spiders webs almost everywhere. Almost everyone was pumped up for the spookiness that was to come. Some people, however, were less excited about this holiday.

Midoriya: *stepping down from the chair he was standing on* Alright! I'm all done!

Todoroki: *looking up from his phone and getting up from the chair he was sitting on* That was a waste of time.

Midoriya: What do you mean?

Todoroki: Halloween is dumb. Why celebrate the most villainous night of the year?

Midoriya: Cause of trick-or-treating!

Todoroki: No offense but I don't know where your candy has been.

Midoriya: *giggling* Then candy in general.

Todoroki: I'm still gonna have cavities the next day.

Midoriya: ...Costumes?

Todoroki: Spending the night in tight clothing that I wasted my money on because I'm never going to use it again in my life?

Midoriya: Pumpkin Carving?

Todoroki: Covering myself in nasty fruit guts? No thank you.

Midoriya: Baking?

Todoroki: I can bake every other day of the year.

Midoriya: Apple Bobbing?

Todoroki: *staring* Come on now, do I even need to explain what's wrong with that one?

Midoriya: *bummed out* Well when you put it like that it makes Halloween suck...

Todoroki: And don't forget the greatest sin of them all:

Midoriya: *tilts head*

Todoroki: *through gritted teeth* Candy corn...

*BONUS ENDING: *

~~Later in the common room...~~

Midoriya: Ya know, because of all the active villains on Halloween night, it means that heroes have to work overtime. Meaning Endeavor is basically at work all day.

Todoroki: *thinking*

Todoroki: *pulling Midoriya with him*

Midoriya: Hey! Where are we going?!

Todoroki: Trick-or-treating.

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All Bark and No Bite

Challenge | Day (6) - (Spooky AU’s / “Let’s go to the Halloween store together!”)

Category | (Writing/Story)

@bnhalloween-challenge

Warning: Vampires and a some horror aspects (nothing to serious), a gore-ish description in the first paragraph.

Word Count: 1866

Relationship: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Vampires were horrendous creatures, teeth bared and hands tearing into their victims flesh keeping them put long enough to suck them dry. That’s how the world had viewed them anyway, thirsty little parasites that wove themselves into the cities streets and feasted on the humans who they deemed dinner.

You were dinner. Living was terrifying, unable to simply enjoy being after the sun went down. No human had any night-life, for good reason. Yet you did. You had disobeyed the one rule that had been set to keep you safe.

I’m such a fucking idiot.

The cold night air swamped you, sinking into you and forcing you to pull your jacket closer. Just a little further until you made it, just a little further and you’d be safe. You clutched your jacket closer, trying to pull any warmth and comfort as you could from it. It didn’t work.

The wind whispered at you, howling in the darkness of night. You shivered, moving your feet as fast as you could without making any noise. The wind whistled in your ears almost masking the faint shuffle of....something.

You felt a pure cold run over you, not like the cold of the wind but something that settled in your bones and held a tight grip on your heart, steeling your bones and holding your tongue with a vice grip.

I’m so close, so so close, just a few more meters.

The rattle in the background went silent, or maybe the sound of the wind just drowned it out, either way, the fear never left your bones and the amount of sheer will it took to move your legs was exhausting but the fear moved you faster.

“Heeeeelllllloooooo.”  

Your throat tightened, closing your voice in. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think anything except for-

Fuck.

Maybe it was your imagination, it had to be your imagination. You’ve done this before, staying up late into the night, on your phone or doing your work. You would imagine them outside when you heard a rattle of a trash can and ignore the neighborhood raccoons. That’s what it was, that's what it had to be, right?

“What are you doing out here, in the dark, looking like a snack.”

The flirtatious voice, deep and vivid sounded like it came from everywhere. You took a small step forward.

Just a few more meters.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

You felt them come closer. Their footsteps were so loud, so fucking loud but your foot could only respond by nudging itself forward a few small inches. You were frozen, your grip on your jacket turned deadly.

“Hey little snack, why won’t you answer me?”

He was right behind you. A hand fell upon your shoulder. Even through the jacket, you could feel the cold. It sent a shiver through you.

Then almost like magic you could move, belting out a scream as loud as you could. No one would help, you knew it if anything you were drawing more vampires closer for a meal. It didn’t matter anyways you were dead. You jumped forward, body rattling with fear, you could feel your bones shake.

“Little Snack, where you going?”

You propelled forward, limbs tangling with the dirt. Your hands thrust out before you could kiss the soil. Silently cursing you pushed up. His footsteps were still so loud.

You jammed your hands in your pockets, searching desperately for the keys.

Nothing.

You looked back at the floor, the keys shining silver back at you.

Why did you think you’d make it anyway?

Yet you couldn’t not try. You swiftly reached your hand out, until he brought his boot down on it. You watched as he slowly bent down and grabbed the keys, slowly jingling them as he held it out, almost as if he was holding it for you to grab.

“Do you want it?”

You were silent as you watched him, finally seeing what he looked like. His purple hair splayed out, as he watched you through his indigo eyes, bags pulling them down. He was dressed in dress pants and a shirt, which would’ve surprised you if you hadn’t been so scared as his eyes bored into you. Which despite the appearance his eyes had to be the one thing that held you back from answering him. He held amusement there, bordering excitement, his mouth turned into a smirk as he watched you, his fangs biting softly into his lips.

You wanted to hit him, throw your fist at him and fight him but that would be a losing battle. He would kill you in two seconds flat. You had no chance but maybe he was being truthful. Or maybe this excited him, the fear in your face, taking you by surprise as he sucked you dry. You wouldn’t know unless you tried to take it.  

You let the silence fill the space between you and the vampire.

“Do you?”

You slowly reached your hand out, fear flooding you, spilling over. You pushed yourself in a position to attack, ready to fight for your life. Until he pulled his hand back, lightly swaying the keys.

“Nu-uh, I need to hear you say it,” grin growing on his face as your determined look dropped into shock then anger.

He had to be fucking with you, you felt the sour words bubbled in your throat, ready to insult him your hands shook. There was a simple choice here. Answer him or die stubbornly. He watched you patiently, smile tearing into his cheeks. You could use one word to describe it: devilish.

“Fuck yo-”

Your worlds stumbled into nothing, you felt yourself go numb, your muscles relaxing.

What? What is happening?

The vampire smiled as he stalked closer.

“Take the keys.”

Your hand moved out, curling into his to take the keys.

Oh god.

Oh god, I didn’t do that.

I didn’t move my hand, why did it move if I didn’t do anything?

The vampire looked at you, examining your figure as he circled you, fingers dragging across your shoulders.

“Your lucky I was out tonight, you really are you know and I’m usually not smug like this but you should be thanking me.”

You wanted to glare at him, you wanted to hit him but you couldn’t move. Why couldn’t you move?

“Now, I’m not planning on biting you my Little Snack-” He chuckled at the nickname, dark and corrupt.”- you might not believe it but I’m a good guy.”

You didn’t feel fear as much as you felt the anger. The anger for your stupidity, the anger for his smug words, the anger for his lies.

“I would like to talk to you a little more, maybe question why you were dumb enough to be out here so late but since you screamed we don’t have enough time.”

He looked at you, his eyebags suddenly looked bigger than before, head tilted as he brought a hand up to your chin, gripping it roughly.

Don’t touch me.

Don’t you dare touch me.

“Go inside, go inside and don’t come out until its the morning. Go to your room and get some sleep, don’t come out here at night again. Next time I might not be able to save you.”

What?

You felt yourself moving, turning and making your way to the door.

No!

Go back!

Why would he save you?

You pushed the key into the door, and you heard his footsteps recede. You struggled in your own body to see him, see him one more time and ask him what the deal was. Why he’d threaten your life just to take it back.

You walked through the door, turning to close it. You saw him walking away, hands shuffling into his pocket as he looked up at the sky.

No!

No! Why would he help me?

You wanted to scream, trying to open your mouth but nothing happened. You were closing the door and he was leaving, it was final but that didn’t stop you. You tried to stop the door, straining to stop its groaning and see him.

You were not letting him leave, even if he was the first vampire you met, even if he was the only one that would that would save you were not letting him leave unquestioned.

The door was almost closed. You screamed though it was all internalized and tried to stop your hand.

No

No!

NO!

The door stopped, cutting the groan in half.

Oh... my god.

You felt your hand tingle. You tried to move more of your fingers, your index finger twitched back to life. You looked up again, he was almost out of the alley. You strained your throat, begging your voice to work, begging to get your answers, you surprised yourself at the small almost silent “,Ah!” that broke through.

Yes!

Fuck yes!

The vampire stopped, mid-turn and slowly began to walk back, long strides and a look in his eyes.

Oh fuck

In seconds he was in your face, shock covering his features.

“What did you say?”

You willed your voice back, it responded broken and soft, almost not there. You barely registered it yourself but he seemed to hear it loud and clear.

“W...hy?”

He brought his head back in a laugh, hand digging into his hair and pulling it back. You furrowed your eyebrows, and you could feel the muscles contort on your face. His laugh stopped and he leaned forward, smile wide and taking over his face. His fangs shined at you, you couldn’t pull your eyes away for them until he spoke.

“Your special aren’t you? If you have this kinda strength I wonder what you were doing out here in the first place.”

He placed his hand on your head and you didn’t hate his touch as much, this time it was soft and reassuring.

“Don’t be out here again though. You may be strong but I’ve seen stronger.”

Your body felt as if it was letting out a sigh.

“Night.”

He turned and began to walk back, under his breath mumbling, “Never had that happen before.” Accompanied by a sweet laugh.

You reached out, wanting to stop him and your hand followed your instructions.

Did he-?

You watched as moved your own hands open and close. You looked up, almost missing his now quiet footsteps.

“Wai-!”

You stopped yourself when you heard another laugh, this time almost maniacal off in the distance. He was right, your scream had drawn attention. You watched his figure turn out of the alleyway.

You sighed, closing the door, locking it and trudging up the stairs. Making it to your apartment you slowly opened the door. You dropped yourself on your bed, exhaustion pulling at you. You kicked off your shoes, dropping your jacket onto the floor and stuffed yourself into the pillows. You lay there for a while wondering, about today, about the vampire, about your near-death experience then you closed your eyes. Not today but tomorrow, you turned onto your back, pulling the gentle covers over you. The darkness pressed onto you, closing your eyes and relaxing. Not now but soon-

I’ll get my answers.

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Cops N’ Robbers (College AU!Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem! Reader)

My first piece for the BNHA 13 Days of Halloween challenge from @bnhalloween-challenge!!!

Challenge | Day 4 - Matching Costumes

Category | Writing - Scenario 

Word Count | 2,149

NOTE: This is a college AU and it involves a party so there is mention of drinking!

If you were being honest, you really had no intentions of somehow picking a matching costume to another person at the party you were currently at, but at this point it didn’t really seem like honesty mattered much.

For starters you were never huge on parties, but you didn’t hate them and you knew a good handful of the people that would be going to this one so you figured why not? You’d been studying your ass off for a big exam the day prior for weeks, it was the weekend, and it was Halloween at that so you figured you needed something fun to let loose. Sure you could have just relaxed in your dorm room instead, buuut your friends teased you into going by repeatedly mentioning that they knew you still had that cute cop costume from the year before. So there you were, sitting on a ratty old couch that was surely drenched in liquor by this time at night and chatting with a friend, though when the same topic of conversation came up that you had heard a million times already, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Oooo you’re matching with Shinsou, huhhh? Didn’t know you two were a thing.~”

“We aren’t.” You said sharply with a sigh, letting out a groan when all you got was a shrug in response.

When you had first gotten asked if you came with Shinsou to the party, you were honestly a bit confused and slightly flustered. It wasn’t that you were in love with him or anything, but at the same time you had to admit that you did sort of get excited for those few classes you had with him. He was cute and sarcastically funny, plus driven and smart to a point that you were surprised more people weren’t chasing him. You could understand how his blunt personality could be seen as a bit abrasive as you had heard from some other friends and classmates, but somehow you found it charming. It was embarrassing to have such a lame crush since you were an adult, but sometimes you couldn’t help but stare or be a bit overly enraptured when he’d stop you to talk in the hallways. Of course the color that filled your cheeks and the way you’d practically hold your breath until he was out of sight led to endless teasing from your friends, but there was nothing much you could do but smack them and tell them to buzz off.

Just thinking about some of your closer interactions with him was enough to send your heart into a frenzy, so when it was explained to you that he came to this dumb halloween party dressed as a classic old timey burglar, which so happened to make a perfect match for your cop outfit, you became even more awkward about it. The idea of people seeing the two of you as a...pair, of sorts, only reminded you of all the childish daydreams you often got caught up in that happened to include him and you together. You brushed it off, telling them that you two weren’t really matching...well, you were, but it was only a coincidence. They didn’t seem terribly convinced, but eventually they let it go and you were able to enjoy yourself without worrying about embarrassing yourself or your crush who you had yet to even see. Of course the longer the night went along, the more drunken and loud comments you got about it, the worst ones being about the fake handcuffs and baton strapped to your belt and the many possible ‘uses’ for them in bed. Of course you could have just ignored them but then again you didn’t want rumors spreading about Shinsou’s apparent...interests just because a bunch of drunken idiots thought you were together, so you promptly told them off.

You were lucky enough to enjoy the party somewhat though, having a couple drinks yourself just to loosen up the mood a bit and spending some time joking around with friends, but it seemed like every conversation led back to Shinsou no matter how hard you tried to avoid the topic. It was a bit ironic that neither of you had even seen each other yet, but you weren’t the only one dealing with quickly spreading rumors, however Shinsou’s introduction to said rumors was a lot more excessive than yours.

“DUDE!!”

Shinsou honestly had no idea how Kaminari had managed to be so damn loud amidst all the other noise, but the mischievous look on his face only told him that whatever news he had to give wasn’t good.

“First you said you weren’t coming and then you show up with (Name)?! What the fuck man!!”

“What?” Was the only thing he could think to say as his brow furrowed in confusion in regards to what Kaminari said while slinging an arm over his shoulder.

For starters he never said he wasn’t coming, he said he wasn’t sure if he could. And secondly, he definitely didn’t come to the party with you. Would he have wanted to? ...Maybe, but he wasn’t even in a spot where he could just man up enough to even ask you to grab a coffee with him, so asking you to go to a party with him was way out of the question, so he had no idea what Kaminari was referring to.

“Yeah man!!” He practically yelled in his ear, “You guys have matching costumes, didn’t you come together? She’s like a FBI agent or somethin’..” He trailed off, his eyes scanning the room to see if he could spot you to point you out.

‘Matching costumes?’ He thought to himself, or at least he tried to over all the music and loud chatter. Sure he talked to you almost every day, but he didn’t even know you were going to be here and he was positive he’d remember discussing wearing matching costumes with you if he had.

“We aren’t matching, it’s probably just a coincidence…” he muttered, his patience for social interaction already beginning to wear thin, but if you were here…

“Whatever maaan, you should just tell people you’re matching anyways, then you’ll have to grow a pair and ask her out!”

Kaminari ducked away just in time to avoid an attempted whack at his head and harsh glare from Shinsou who only shook his head and let out a sigh once Kaminari was out of sight and back to being an idiot somewhere else. He’d heard his annoying attempts to try and get him to ask you out plenty of times and he was starting to get a bit sick of it, but still, the annoyance of one friend wasn’t something maybe a drink or two couldn’t fix and if you were around here somewhere he didn’t have trouble convincing himself to stay just a ‘little’ longer just to get a chance to talk with you and maybe put his alcohol-loosened personality to use. Of course his plan had a few bumps along the way as he ended up actually talking to a few other classmates and friends, his usual disinterest in crowds dissolving a bit into the liquid confidence he had received, and for a bit he completely forgot about his original plan to talk to you unless someone brought up your ‘matching costumes’. Luckily for him it was when he was doing his last wander about the crowded house that he found you seated on one of the couches, scrolling through your phone with tired eyes, your own party fueled excitement haven given way to a bit of exhaustion, but when your eyes lit up and a smile broke out on your face upon seeing him seat himself beside you, his heart could have melted instantly.

“Well hey, I heard you were around here somewhere.” You said with a laugh, scooting a bit closer to him so you could hear him over the noise as he gave you a small smile of his own.

“Guess I’m the man of the hour then.” He said with a shrug before gesturing to your costume. If anything he at least somewhat understood now why he heard so much about it. Maybe an average cop didn’t wear a cute navy blue pencil skirt with a light blue button down to match, but you looked good anyways, but then again, when didn’t you?

“You’re probably the only officer any of the people here would want to see tonight.” He said in some awkward attempt to flirt while gesturing to the fake badge pinned to your shirt, but again, without the liquid confidence he wouldn’t have even tried so it was better than nothing.

“And you’re probably the only criminal I wouldn’t arrest.” You teased in response, nodding your head towards his own costume. It wasn’t anything outlandish, just a black and white striped shirt with a black eye mask that he pulled down to hang from his neck a while ago, but it was enough to know what he was. Part of you wished you had planned to be matching in the first place, but since it ended up happening anyways you had to think it was fate, though that may have just been wishful lovestruck thinking.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind, at least if it were you locking me up.” He spoke before clearing his throat awkwardly, immediately regretting his choice of words despite the small laugh it got out of you.

“Er- I just mean like-“ He muttered under his breath, reaching a hand back to nervously rub at the back of his neck before deciding to just change the topic of conversation. “Parties aren’t really my thing…I guess I prefer less people.”

“Now that I can understand.” You spoke in reply, “Hanging out with one or two people is fine but after a while crowds can get annoying.”

“Yeah..” He mumbled, not really sure where else to lead the conversation now that it had started.

This always happened, he’d stop you to talk for a little bit but then he’d start getting nervous. He’d get that annoying feeling in his stomach of knowing damn well that he wanted to say more, to get to know you better, but he’d always end up chickening out and just bidding his goodbye’s before heading to his next class or wherever it was he was going. He was tired of that cycle, and while he knew there was no way he could be suave or ‘cool’ about it, he decided now would be a chance to break that cycle, or at least try to. He didn’t want to think about it, but at least if you rejected him then maybe he could finally get over this whole childish crush of his and move on.

“But, uh,” He stopped, shifting awkwardly in his seat before clearing his throat once more. “Well if you’re fine with one person we could hang out sometime. I usually end up going to the cafe across from the library after classes anyways, you could always come with..If you wanted.”

The nonchalant shrug he gave hopefully gave off the impression that this was a ‘no big deal’ sort of thing, but the tight feeling in his chest was definitely there to remind him how nerve wracking this was no matter how slightly tipsy he may have been. He tried his best to avoid eye contact or even looking at your face in general, knowing that even getting a glimpse of disappointment before you had even said anything would break his heart, but instead he was met with laughter that sounded as adorable as ever yet only served to confuse him as his eyes finally met your own.

“Sorry.” You muttered, quickly ceasing your laughter since you really didn’t want to explain that you only found it funny in some sad way since you never thought he’d ask you something like that. All this time you’d been avoiding trying getting to know him better, thinking he’d find it weird, yet here he was asking you to hang out with him. Plus even if his intention wasn’t to ask you out on a date per se, a girl could dream, right?

“Oh, but yeah! I’d-That would be really cool. Sometime. Er, sometime soon then?” You finally responded, trying and hopelessly failing in trying to hide your enthusiasm, but Shinsou was far too concerned with himself to even notice.

“Yeah, Cool, then..” He stopped, trying to somewhat organize his thoughts. A ‘yes’ was all he could have hoped for, but if he were being honest he was more so preparing to get shut down. Still, even if he weren’t prepared, just this once he was more than happy to just go with it, and hopefully, you’d be going with it to. “Then yeah. Sometime soon for sure.”

[superiordragonlorde]

13 Days of Halloween

Challenge | Day 12- Trick Or Treating / “You taste like a candy apple.” 

Category | Writing/Story

Here we go, for @bnhalloween-challenge . Right on Halloween! Woohoo! Sorry, it’s late too.

It’s Kirideku again.

I hope you all enjoy it!

     The laughter and chatter of people echoed down the street as they all skipped from building to building, containers held out for candy and snacks, painted and masked faces grinning brightly. Kirishima watched the hordes of kids racing across the street, smiling.

     “Midoriya!” Kirishima looked over, seeing Kouta and Eri running towards the green haired teen, who beamed at them. “Let’s go to the next one!” Kouta cried, bouncing on his toes, feather in his pirate hat bobbing with the motion. Eri cheered a softer “Yeah!” and scurried with him to the next building. Midoriya laughed, trailing along behind them. He glanced behind him, beckoning Kirishima to come with them. He grinned, jogging to catch up.

     “Man, they look like they’re having fun,” Kirishima chuckled, slipping his hand into Midoriya’s. He was rewarded with a bubbling laugh that rose and warmed his chest.

     “Yeah, I’m really glad Kouta was able to come. Eri was so excited, Mirio said she wouldn’t stop talking about it yesterday.” His grin softened, gaze following the two energetic children. Those green eyes started to look distant and pained. Kirishima gave his hand a firm squeeze, brushing their shoulders together. Midoriya blinked, turning to give him a reassuring smile as he returned the squeeze.

     “Mr. Deku!” Eri cried, drawing their attention back. She waved her arms, a smile breaking across her face, eyes alight. “They have candied apples!” Midoriya’s smile matched hers as he raced up to her, dragging a laughing Kirishima along.

      The five adults at the door handing out candied apples complimented each child’s costume.

     “Wow, that’s an awesome pirate costume,” one said, handing Kouta an apple. “And you-” they hesitated at Eri, smile turning strained as they puzzled over her costume. “Um... Who are you dressed as?” Eri dipped her head, smile shy as she fidgeted with the scarf around her neck.

     “I’m Eraserhead,” she murmured, quiet. “The Underground hero.” The person nodded, confusion still covering their face. A woman behind them perked up at Eri’s answer, shoving herself forward.

     “Woah, you mean the Eraserhead? That’s amazing!” She praised Eri’s costume, gushing especially over her goggles. Eri beamed at her, her body nearly vibrating in her excitement. Kirishima glanced at Midoriya, who looked like a proud parent, grin wide and bright, tears shimmering in his eyes. He chuckled, pressing his side to Midoriya’s.

     “Hey, don’t cry,” he murmured. “This is a happy moment, Midoriya.” Midoriya gave a wet laugh.

     “I know,” he sighed. “I just- I’m glad she’s getting better.”

     Eri and Kouta turned to skip down the steps, a candy apple in each of their hands.

     “Midoriya!” Kouta shouted, shoving an apple at the teenager. “Take it.” Midoriya blinked at the command then laughed, taking the treat.

     “Thank you, Kouta,” he giggled. Kouta huffed, averting his gaze as he scuffed a shoe on the pavement. Eri approached Kirishima at a slower, more cautious pace. She shifted on her feet, holding up an apple.

     “Would you like one, Mr. Kirishima?” she asked. Kirishima felt his chest tighten. He knelt down, trying to soften his smile to counter his sharp teeth.

     “I really appreciate it, Eri,” he started, treading carefully. “But I think you should have it. I don’t want a delicious apple to go to waste.” Eri pulled her hand back, eyes shining.

     “Really?” she asked, disbelieving. Kirishima nodded.

     “Yeah, I can’t really eat them anyway, too sticky. They get my teeth all gunked up and then it takes forever for me to clean them off,” he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. “I think it’d be better if you had it since you like them so much.” He grinned. Eri beamed back, her entire face shining.

     “Thank you, Mr. Kirishima!” she cried, bounding after Kouta, who had already started down to the next building. Kirishima stood, hands propped on his hips, satisfaction warming through his entire body. He turned towards Midoriya, mouth open to speak. Green eyes were already watching him, gentle and tender, an adoring smile curling into his freckled cheeks. Kirishima blinked, cheeks and chest warming at the expression.

     “What?” he squeaked, clearing his throat, the heat in his cheeks burning hotter at his “unmanly” voice crack. Midoriya hummed in amusement, shrugging.

     “Nothing,” he smirked. “Come on, I know Eri would wait for us, but Kouta certainly won’t, and I don’t want to explain to the Wild Wild Pussycats about how I lost him.” He linked his arm into Kirishima’s, coaxing him forward after the two kids.

     Kouta and Eri hopped from one building to another, constantly coming back to Midoriya to show off their candy. Both of them had sticky sugar smeared over their lips and dabbed on their cheeks. Eri had some covering her fingers and palms too, sticking her to almost everything she touched.

     Midoriya had disappeared for a moment, but a quick survey over the heads of children showed him talking to a woman, three kids surrounding her in varying stages of sugar crashes. The woman was smiling, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter, reaching into her bag as she handed something to him. Midoriya bowed, then ran back, waving behind him.

     “What were you doing?” Kirishima asked when he had returned. Midoriya raised his hand, holding something that looked like a limp tissue as Eri and Kouta returned.

     “I had to get this. Hang on a sec, Kirishima,” he knelt down, holding his hand out.

     “Hey, Eri, can I see your hand, please?” he asked. “I just want to help clean up your hands with this wet wipe, ok?” Eri nodded, sticking her hand out, no fear or hesitation in her movements. Midoriya smiled, rubbing her hands over with the wipe.

     “There,” he sighed, releasing her hands. “All clean!” He raised his hands in the air. Eri copied him, shining smile matching his.

     “All clean!” she repeated, jumping on her toes.

     “Do you need to wipe your hands too, Kouta?” Midoriya asked, turning his attention to the boy. Kouta huffed, scowling at the wipe like it was covered in contagious diseases.

     “No way,” he snapped, taking a step back. “I don’t need that. Come on, Eri, we haven’t hit all the buildings yet.” He turned on his heel, sprinting off. Eri scrambled to catch up, calling Kouta’s name. Midoriya shot up, face anxious.

     “Be careful!” he cried. “Don’t fall. Remember to thank them for the candy, Kouta!” He sighed, starting after them at a slower pace. Kirishima laughed, wrapping an arm over his shoulders.

     “You worry too much,” he chided. Midoriya shrugged.

     “I just want them to have fun and come back in one piece,” he sighed, eyes glued to the kids. Kirishima’s grin softened as he pulled him closer.

     “I know,” he murmured, nuzzling his cheek to Midoriya’s. He pulled back his face, just far enough to see the spread of freckles and sparkling eyes. Midoriya turned, a soft smirk starting to spread over his lips. Kirishima kissed them. Their lips stuck together for an extra second when he tried to pull back. He licked his lips, eyes widening.

     “You taste like a candy apple,” he stated, eyes wide. Midoriya snorted then laughed, the sound creating a fire in Kirishima’s chest that spread to his cheeks.

     “That makes sense,” Midoriya chuckled. “I did just eat one.” Kirishima licked his lips again, tasting the sugary mess. He grinned, teeth sharp as his eyes glinted. He dove in for another kiss, sneaking his tongue out to lick Midoriya’s lips. The green haired teen let out a squeak, smacking his chest. “Kirishima! We’re in public!” Kirishima laughed, leaning back to avoid another hit.

     “Midoriya!” Kouta screamed, two buildings down now. “Hurry up!” Midoriya and Kirishima jolted at the call. Midoriya bit his bottom lip, body trembling.

     “Sorry,” he yelled back. “We’re coming!” He dragged Kirishima with him, shining a smile his way. Kirishima returned it, heart expanding under the look.

     When Eri had first offered him a candy apple, he’d refused because he didn’t like the sugary treats. Tasting them on Midoriya, without having to fight against sticky teeth, changed his mind. He liked candy apples, they were delicious, so long as Midoriya ate them first.

There we go! Happy Halloween!

Thanks for reading!

[bakugous-abs]

13 Days of Halloween - Day 1!

Challenge I Day 1 - Pumpkin Spice is Overrated

Category I Writing - Short Scenario

@bnhalloween-challenge

Good LORD do I love Halloween. I cannot tell you guys how much this holiday makes me happy, so to have these prompts makes it all that much better! Hope you enjoy! 

~Admin HeroWeekly

With a sigh, F/n stared at the sign hanging above her, squinting at the décor. She loved Halloween, don't get her wrong, but it was the pumpkin obsession that got to her. Yes, pumpkin pie was hella good, but the h/c just couldn't understand the obsession with this damn flavor.

"F/n, dear." Todoroki's arm slipped around her shoulder as they stood at the counter. He had already ordered, but F/n just couldn't seem to decide. Unfortunately, the menu was filled with tiny pumpkin pictures, and the h/c was furrowing her brow for quite some time.

"F/n." The male's voice rose a bit as he squeezed her shoulder. Snapping back to reality, F/n sighed. "I'll get my usual." She looked around the shop to see more Halloween decorations and, you guessed it, more pumpkins. The windows had nicely drawn photos of cups with foam rimming the edges.

"You know what?" Once the order was placed, the couple stood to the side. Todoroki's hands were on F/n's sides as she pressed her back into his chest. "I just don't get the whole damn thing with pumpkin spice." A chuckle fluttered to the h/c's ears, and she turned to give her boyfriend a scowl.

"I'm serious!"

"I know you are." A gentle kiss was placed on the top of her head as Todoroki continued to laugh. They had this conversation every time she saw something related to the flavor, and he never got tired of her attitude.

"It's not even that good! I'd rather a real pumpkin flavor, not some spices thrown together!" F/n crossed her arms and huffed as the male behind her moved to retrieve their to-go mugs. He returned to F/n's side quickly, one mug extended.

The pair walked out of the building, mugs in hand, only to walk by a group of younger girls. Their eyes glittered with excitement upon seeing the beautifully decorated windows of the café.

"I can't wait to get a cup of it!"

"Wow, I've heard the pumpkin spice lattes here are to die for!"

"I am LIVING for fall, especially with all of these amazing pumpkin spice recipes around!"

F/n had heard enough and let out a rather loud groan. The girls jumped before scurrying into the building, staring behind them at the couple. "Why can't people understand that it's not even worth it! Pumpkin spice tastes like the stupid smelly acorns you buy at the store; artificial and horrible!" Bringing her mug to her lips, F/n let out a heavy breath. The smell of her favorite drink wafting up to her nose calmed her, and she looked over at Todoroki.

He smiled before taking a sip of his own drink, crinkling his nose. F/n's eyebrow rose at the action as he spoke. "I decided to try it. The pumpkin spice." F/n's mouth fell open at his words as she bumped into his side on purpose.

"You did what?!" Her e/c eyes were all but bulging out of their sockets as she watched her boyfriend take yet another sip.

"You're right. Pumpkin spice is overrated."

[quirkyquirkyimagines]

13 day challenge Day one| Pumkin Craving| Bakagou x Reader

@bnhalloween-challenge

“MOMMY! Daddy got me all dirty!!!” Your four year old daughter yelled through out the house. You see it was a little past dinner and your husband had came home with pumpkins that everyone can carve, well the two adults can carve it the way your kids want it. You sighed as you finished washing up the dishes to see your four year old covered in pumkin guts.

“Oh baby what happened?” You asked. You had to bite your lip to hold back a laugh, there she was pumpkin guts hanging from her soft blonde hair and down her clothes.

“Daddy and brother did this! I look so ugly!” She cried, anime tears streamed down her face as she ran to you. Holding her in your arms you started to rub her back, pulling away to see her.

“Let’s go tell daddy and brother to behave” you told her. A small inescapable smile was on your face as you seen your boys covered in Pumkin guts.

“Oh boy what happened here!” You asked with a smile.

“Nothing just destroying some stupid pumkin guys right kiddo?” Bakagou stated with a proud look on his face.

“Yeah! We gotta kill all the pumkin guts before they attack!” Dai your four year old son said.

“Why is your sister covered too?” You asked

“Because the pumkins attack her first!” Dai replied. You shook your head before a loud “Die you bastards” was shouted, quickly turning to your husband who shot his explosion into the pumkin.

“What the dumb thing wouldn’t crave right” he replied with a shrug unaware of your glare.

“DIE!!” Was yelled again but this time by your son who copied his father’s actions.

“Great now the house smells like pumpkin spice” you stated sarcastically.

Bakagou rolled his eyes and replied “Pumpkin spice is overrated”