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The Real World (BNHA x Reader) Ch. 5

“Why the hell would you save his life? He’s nothing but a dirty villain!” Bakugou was pissed - face scrunched up and red as a cherry in anger. I sighed.

“Well that’s what a hero would do right?” I was starting to get angry myself, “A hero saves people in need, regardless of whether they’re a villain, civilian, or another hero.” I crossed my arms and scanned the room. They were looking guilty - Bakugou less than the others but guilty no less. “If you guys are truly training to be heroes then you need to understand that everyone’s life is important.”

A groan sounded from the bedroom and I immediately shot up to go check on the injured man. The door was slightly cracked - I pushed it open to see our guest sitting up on his elbows in the bed. I rushed forward to ease him back down on his back.

“You don’t need to be sitting up. Your wound is still sensitive.” I pulled the covers further down to check his bandages. It hasn’t been that long, but there might be bleeding. I observed the wrappings. They seemed to be fine, no visible blood coming through. I covered him back up.

“So what happened to you?” I pulled out the chair from the desk, sitting down beside the bed.

“Why should I tell you anything?” He scowled at me, wincing as he tried shifting again.

“I saved your life. You owe me.” I propped my head on my hand, staring down the ‘villain.’ He rolled his eyes, but I knew he couldn’t argue with me.

“Fine. We had been stalking this one guy. He was a retired doctor with a teleportation quirk - someone we could make use of in our group,” He paused, blue eyes focused somewhere behind me. I turned to see the boys gathered in the doorway listening in.

“Do continue.” His attention came back to me.

“I’m not saying anything in front of them. Stupid brats.” He protested, and turned to gaze out the window.

“What’d you say to me you fucking villain scum!” Kirishima kept a solid arm in front of the blonde who was trying his best to get past and into the room. I face-palmed.

“Bro, chill. We should hear him out. He could give us some useful information.” At least someone else was calm and rational in this situation.

“C’mon, uh… what’s your name?” I realized I never got this guy’s name. It was never mentioned.

“Dabi. What’s yours?” His gaze was intense and I had to fight back a blush. He actually wasn’t bad looking: skinny but lean, it was easy to tell he worked out. The scars gave him a badass look. It was hard not to be attracted.

“None of your business. Now tell us what happened.” Todoroki demanded, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. He looked serious, though his face is always like that.

“Whatever. Like I said we were stalking this guy, trying to get him to join us. He got annoyed and paid us a visit. It started out fine with Handy Man proposing a job offer but the guy got aggressive quick. Starting shouting out that he wants to rid this world of powerful quirk holders. He lunged at me first, sliced me with a knife,” He motioned to his bandaged side, “then shot me with a laser of some kind. Next thing I know I was laying wounded in that forest.”  

“It sounds like this guy is some sort of vigilante.” I pondered aloud. Did that mean that he teleported that ‘Handy Man’ too? Or maybe that guy wasn’t powerful enough for the guy to see him as a threat. But there was something else I didn't understand “What’s a quirk?”

“What do you mean? You should know, we live a world full of heroes.” Dabi sounded annoyed.

“”Oh, that’s right. You don’t know where you were teleported.” Dabi still thought he was in his world. “You’re in an entirely different universe where quirks don’t exist.”

“What the fuck. You can’t be serious.” He immediately held out a hand, a blue flame sparked in the center of his palm as if to confirm what I had said. I was in complete awe. How’d he do that? My face must have been something since Dabi was chuckling. “You really don’t have a clue.”

“If you think that’s cool, check me out!” Kirishima appeared in my view, skin turned to stone. I reached out and touched his arm. It was solid and had a real rock-like texture. A loud pop came from behind me, like a tiny firework going off.

“My quirk is the most powerful. You losers can’t evenn compare to me.” Bakugou sounded smug as he continued to let off small explosions.

“Don’t set the house on fire! Are you crazy!” I pointed a finger at the blonde.

“Are you serious right now? He can use his flame but I can’t use my explosions?!” Bakugou barked out, though stopped his mini explosions.

“In her defense, explosions are more unpredictable than a controlled flame.” Todoroki inputted.

“Shut up, half-n-half bastard!”

“Do you always have to yell everything you say?” I rubbed my ears. He was really loud. The blonde huffed and exited the room, apparently fed up with us. I scoffed and turned to Midoriya who had been quiet this entire time. “What’s your quirk?”

“Well you see…” His whole body lit up with green lightning. It sparked occasionally, zipping around him sporadically.

“That’s so cool. Will it hurt if I touch it?” I inched closer, inspecting the now blushing boy.

“It’s a small shock-” I reached out, touching a line of green. A small zap was heard as it shocked my finger, like a small static shock.

“If you all are done…” Dabi grumbled from the bed.

“She hasn’t seen Shoto’s quirk yet.” Kirishima piped in. I directed my attention to the boy still leaning on the wall. He simply held up two hands - one sprouted fire and the other produced ice. He quickly lowered his hands water dripping to the floor from the hand previously covered in ice.

“You have two quirks? That’s amazing!” I exclaimed from my seated position.

“Yeah, yeah. When are you going to feed me?” I forgot Dabi still needed food and water like the rest of us. Whoops.

“Sorry, I’ll go get you something.” I ran out of the bedroom to the kitchen. I grabbed a pot and began making some soup.

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“You better watch yourself, Dabi.” Todoroki was glaring daggers. Dabi chuckled, not intimidated at all.

“She’s the one who brought me here. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be here.” Dabi was done with their shit at this point. He was hungry and sore. He didn’t have the time or energy to argue with these kids.

Dabi sat up in the bed slowly, groaning as he shifted his wound. Throwing back the covers, he swung his legs off the side of the bed. He currently only sporting his dirty pants and socks. His torso was white, covered from his shoulder to his hips in gauze.

“You shouldn’t be moving. (Y/N) said it would only stress your wound.” Midoriya scolded. Dabi scoffed.

“I can do whatever I want.” Dabi stood up, standing still for a moment. He was dizzy for a moment, having lost a good amount of blood. After the room stopped spinning he took a step forward - and proceeded to face dive to the floor. Midoriya reached out and caught the man before he could kiss the ground.

“You shouldn’t be trying to walk, you only woke up a few minutes ago.” Dabi shrugged the smaller boy off of him and stood back up again.

“You shouldn’t be concerned for me. I’m your enemy.” Dabi scolded, sitting back down on the bed.

“You’re not our enemy right now though. That teleport guy is.” Kirishima stated.

“He’s right. We’re allies as of now.” Midoriya proclaimed, “You have information on this guy and with your help we can defeat him and get back home.”

“Sure, kid, whatever.” I came back into the bedroom - carrying a bowl of soup and a water bottle.

The boys were quiet when I got back. Kirishima and Midoriya looked determined, Dabi seemed neutral, and Todoroki wore the same serious face. I was confused at the change but didn’t question it. I set the soup on the nightstand and handed Dabi the water.

“What happened while I was gone?” They were uncomfortable with each other when I left so what happened?

“We decided we’re going to work together to take that bastard down.”

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The Real World (BNHA x Reader) Ch. 4

I was currently driving down an old back road on the edge of town, singing along to the song playing on the radio. The boys were surprisingly quiet, gazing out the windows to take in all the vast fields and trees as we passed by. I smiled at the peaceful atmosphere. I slowed down and turned onto a dirt road. I grinned mischievously as I thought of a plan to scare them. I had been down this road many times and new all the curves it held. I gained speed steadily - stopping at the healthy number of forty. The boys were now fidgeting in their seats.

“Uhh, (Y/N). I think you need to slow down.” I laughed at poor Midoriya’s scared voice.

“Nah, I got this.” The first curve was coming up and I took it at an angle, barely turning the wheel as we went around. Bakugou was now gripping the edge of his seat, knuckles white. A wide smile spread across my face as I enjoyed spooking them.

“Crazy bitch!” Bakugou cursed as the second curve came around. I was full blown laughing at this point. I couldn’t see the boys in the backs faces but I knew they were probably scared out of their wits as well.

“What? Can’t handle a little speed?”

“Not when you’re the one driving!” Red eyes burned hard into the side of my head, but I was having too much fun to let it get to me.

“Loosen up a little! We’re here anyways.” I pulled into the gravel drive down to the cute lake house. I parked the car and got out - breathing in the fresh cool air blowing in from the lake.

This house was also my aunts, but was left for her sister, my grandmother. Thankfully, she was out of town for a while so we had it to ourselves. I walked up to the front door and unlocked it with my key. The inside was clean and spacious; off-white walls and carpet gave the home a bright, happy look.

“Wow. This place is beautiful.” Kirishima came in the door behind me, taking in the home. Bakugou tched from the doorway as the rest of the boys gathered around in the house.

“Yeah, this place belonged to my aunt as well but now it's my grandma’s. She likes to keep it clean and simple.” I walked into the living room where a small radio was set up. I grabbed the remote for it and turned it to my favorite station.

I sang along to one of my favorite songs, preparing the house for a night stay. It had two floors, four bedrooms and three bathrooms with two bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor. Everything else was downstairs.

“So I’m taking the master bedroom. There’s another bedroom down here and the other two are upstairs. Take your pick.” The boys nodded. Bakugou took the other bedroom downstairs and the others headed up the stairs. “There’s one on the left by the stairs! The other one is down the hall!” I raise my voice so they can hear me. An “Okay, thanks!” was returned.

I took my bags to my room, setting them down on the floor and sighing as I took in the room. It was redecorated since I had last been here. The bed sheets were now a light blue, complemented by white curtains. A dark brown vanity and dresser were pushed up on the wall opposite of the bed. Overall it had a very homey feel to it. It made me miss my aunt. I exited the room with a sad vibe after putting my clothes away. Everyone else was back downstairs by now.

“I’m heading out for a walk, try not to destroy the house while I’m gone.” I put on my shoes and slipped out the front door. Fresh air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath. The scent of pine trees and water calmed me.

I took the small trail beside the house into the forest. Sun peeked shyly through the leaves, casting shadows along the leave filled path. Nostalgia filled me as I remember the times I ran down this same trail when I was younger. Laughing and observing what nature had to offer. A sad smile crossed my face as I continued walking.

A low groan from further down caught my attention. Nobody else should be out here, it was private property! Who could it be? They sounded hurt. What if they were a criminal that got chased out here? Should I go over and help them? What if they try to kill me?! My thoughts ran crazy as I thought of all the possibilities. Another groan came, this time louder, breaking me out of my mind. Screw it, if I die I die.

I trailed cautiously towards the noise, stepping softly to not alert them of my presence. As I walked closer a body came into my view. Blood was pooled around them, clothes disheveled and black hair peeked out from the hood over their head. This sketchy as fuck. A snap sounded as I accidentally stepped on a stick. I froze as the figures head snapped up to look at me. I cursed myself for my careless mistake. I have no choice now but to approach.

“Get the fuck away from me.” A hoarse voice called out, striking blue eyes stared into mine. I ignored his words and moved closer.

“You’re hurt.” I stated.

“No shit, idiot. Leave me alone so I can die.” I stumbled at his words. He wanted me to let him die? Was he fucking mental? I was now standing above the man and could see his face. I was shocked at the sight that greeted me. He had dark burn like scars under his eyes and lower face.

“I’m not going to just let you die.” I stooped down to his level and moved to take his arm. He jerked away from me, only to fall over and begin coughing. “Let me help you.” I tried again and was successful. I pulled him back into a sitting position and inspected him further.

The blood was coming from a gash in his side. It was still steadily leaking, but looked to be clotting in some places. Hopefully I could get him back to the house in time and stitch it up. I switched my position to his uninjured side and threw his arm over my shoulder, standing up and pulling him with me. He grunted in pain.

“You can walk right?” I shot a concerned look to the man hanging off me. He nodded. “Okay, good. My house is just a little ways down this trail, try to stay awake.” He didn’t argue, probably in too much pain.

We kept a steady pace as headed back down the trail, stumbling a few times when he lost his footing. I was panting at the effort of keeping him supported. This man was not light in the slightest. I could see the end of the trail just a few yards ahead and I sent encouraging words to the man on me, attempting to keep him conscious. We got to the front door before he collapsed. I cursed and turned to the door, opening it and yelling for someone to come help. Kirishima greeted me at the door.

“Help me get him inside. He’s passed out with a gash on his side. Lost a good bit of blood already.” He nodded and went to pick him up before stopping. “What’s wrong?”

“This guy… He tried to kill us back in our world.” Kirishima was looking conflicted as he stared down at the bleeding man on the porch.

“Look, I know you might not like it but he needs our help.” He still wasn’t budging. “Kiri, he’s going to die if I don’t patch him up. You’re training to be a hero right? A hero would help anyone that needs them, regardless of who they are.” He still looked unsure but picked up the man anyways and brought him in. I ran in behind them to the dining table, pushing everything on top to the floor.

“Set him here and get me some water and the first aid from under the sink. Hurry!”  By now the rest of the boys had stumbled to the front area, staring in disbelief at the man in Kirishima’s arms. He set him down on the table and went to fetch me the items I requested. “Look, I know you guys don’t like him, but it’s a hero’s job to help those in need. Now get out of my way so I can help him!”

I rushed forward and took out the knife from my pocket, slicing at the man’s hoodie and removing it. Now that I had a clear look at the gash it wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought, but if not taken care of immediately would become infected and possibly life-threatening. The red-head came up behind me, handing me the first aid kit, a towel, and water. I pushed him away and began working.

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I sighed as I finished the last stitch. I wrapped a bandage around the man’s torso, making sure it was secure before stepping back and staring at my work. He was pale but breathing steadily. Thankfully he had stayed asleep through the whole procedure, I can’t imagine what it would have been like if he had woken up as I was sticking a needle through his skin. I called Kirishima back into the dining room.

“Take him to my bedroom please.” He nodded and did as I asked. I sighed as I walked to the living room and took a much needed rest. Various looks were sent my way from the boys who had stayed in the living room. Bakugou was the first to speak.

“What the fuck were you thinking? That guy’s a villain!” Oh, boy. He was angry. But I wasn’t really surprised if what Kirishima had told me was true. The man I had just saved tried to kill these precious boys.

“I agree with Bakugou,” Todoroki spoke, “You should not have brought him here and healed him.” Kirishima had come back from the bedroom at this point, sitting down beside Bakugou.

I sighed and prepared myself for a long discussion.

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The Real World (BNHA x Reader) Ch. 3

We all barely fit in the vehicle, but we managed it. Bakugou sat up front with me and the other boys were in the back. I mostly wanted to avoid Bakugou trying to start a fight with anyone.

“This vehicle doesn’t look familiar, what is it?” Todoroki asked from the back. I start up the car and hook up my phone to the radio.

“It’s a Jeep. Pretty badass thing too if you ask me.” I was a country girl through and through and of course my baby represented that part of me.

A lift and tires, along with a sound system that would have the windows rattling. I grinned as I picked a song. It blasted through the speakers, bass booming from the two ten’s in the back. Bakugou grinned at me from the passenger seat as we began jamming out - pulling out of my driveway and heading to the store. Midoriya and Todoroki looked confused but Kirishima was just as happy as me, jamming out.

The rest of the ride was Bakugou and Kirishima arguing over what songs to play next, trying to outdo the other. I laughed at their arguing. This car ride was going better than I thought it would. The final song was selected as I pulled into the strip mall. I parked and we got out.

Entering the store was an experience for them it seemed. Looks of wonder and bewilderment passed over as they took in the store. Clothes were separated by men and women. There were miscellaneous items lying on shelves in the center. I motioned them over to the men’s section and told them to pick out three outfits each, along with two pairs of shoes. I recommended at least two of the outfits be with shorts and a pair of flip flops as it gets pretty hot here in the sunshine state. I traveled over to the women’s section and began searching for myself.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How ya been? I haven’t seen you in forever!” An excited voice rang out from my right. I looked over to see one of my old high school friends. A smile found its way onto my face as I turned to greet them.

“I’ve been good. Work has been kicking my butt lately, but at least I’m making money.” We laughed together and took the chance to catch up. A whole half an hour passed as we stood there and talked. At least there was still some normalcy in my life.

“(Y/N)?” Kirishima’s head popped up from around the rack of clothes.

“Yeah, y’all find all your clothes?” I turned from my friend and faced the red head. He nodded. “Ok, I’ll be there in a second.” I faced my friend to excuse myself.

“Oh, he’s cute. A boyfriend?” They wiggle their eyebrows at me suggestively, smirking. I blush lightly, shaking my head.

“No, no, he’s just a friend. Same with the other three.”

“Other three?” I sigh.

“Long story. I’ll see ya later!” I speed-walk away, escaping from what could have been a very awkward conversation.

The boys are waiting by the checkout counter waiting on me. The clerk looked exasperated; Bakugou was arguing with Midoriya again. I tell him to knock it off as I pay for their clothes and shoes. We all exit the store with bags in our hands. I put everything in the car and we load up - heading to lunch now.

“So who was that back there?” Red hair popped up from in between the seats.

“Oh, they were just one of my old friends from high school. It was the first time I've seen them in forever.” He nods and retreats back to the backseat.

“You have friends?” Bakugou mocked me. I glared at him out of the corner of my eye.

“Of course I have friends, pom-pom.” Bakugou sneered, opening his mouth to retort, but closed it again and turned to look out the window. I rolled my eyes at him. Such a negative guy.

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I drug the boys out of the car and into the small cafe where I worked. My co-workers greeted us kindly as we took our seats. Menus were passed out, drink orders were taken. There was a little tension at the table, but nothing uncomfortable.

“You work here? It’s nice.” Midoriya spoke up from across the table, green eyes taking in the moderately open space design and decorations. I nodded.

“Yup, since I was seventeen.” They looked surprised.

“How old are you now?” Oh, right. I already had my own house - living on my own.

“I’m eighteen. The house was my aunt’s but when she passed, she left the house to me. My mom helps with the occasional payment, otherwise I pay the bills.” Everyone around the table looked at me in wonder. Eighteen and already supporting myself. Something I’m proud of.

“So, where’s your boyfriend?” Todoroki asked. I nearly spat out my drink at the sudden question.

“W-What? No, there is no boyfriend.” Bakugou looked uninterested at my answer, but I could feel his hard gaze on me. Todoroki wore a content expression, Midoriya and Kirishima had light blushes across their cheeks. What does me having a boyfriend have to do with anything?

Thankfully, the waitress came and took our orders before the situation could get more awkward. I ordered for the boys since they had no clue about American food. She took our menus and left the table again. I started up another conversation, staying away from the topic of relationships until my best friend emerged from the kitchen to greet me. He smirked at me from across the dining room when he saw the four boys sitting at the table with me. I glared at him, excusing myself from the table and walked over.

“Looks like you’re getting around.” He chuckled. “Which one is yours?” I punch him in the arm before pulling him in for a hug.

“None. I’m still a single pringle.” We laughed.

“Yeah, I know. That blonde looks tasty though.” He licked his lips as he stared at the pomeranian at my table. “He single?”  I shook my head at him.

“As far as I know, but I wouldn’t try. He’s got an explosive attitude.” My friend here was bisexual and had a girlfriend currently. Though, I had to agree. Bakugou was hot as they come.

We continued our conversation, talking about how our day was going and the newest movies coming out. The talking came to a halt as he was called back to the kitchen. I hug him again, wished him a good day and walked back over to my table. The boys looked uncomfortable, jealous even. But why?

“You guys look constipated, what’s up?” Kirishima dropped his negative expression and instead planted a smile on his face.

“We were just talking about the fight we had before ending up in your world.” The rest of the boys silently thanked Kirishima for the cover-up. I nodded, dropping the topic.  

The food came out not too long after and we began to eat. It looked like they were enjoying it as none of them seemed to stop to take a breath in between bites. I smiled, happy they were adapting so well. We all finished quickly. I went up to the counter and payed the bill - making small talk with my co-worker as she cashed me out. Now, time to take the boys out to my favorite spot in town.

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The Real World (BNHA x Reader) Ch. 2

“I’ll grab you guys some clothes, hopefully they fit you.” I knew for sure my nightclothes would as I like them baggy. They might be tight but hey, at least they would have something.

I went to my room and began searching through the drawers. I pulled out four of my night shirts, checking the sizes before setting them off to the side and moving on to the sweatpants. I had a few big ones but not enough for everyone, so I moved on to find some basketball shorts. Once, I had everything I turned around and headed back to the living room.

“Here ya go.” I hand each boy a shirt and either sweatpants or shorts. “Shower is down the hall to your right. Don’t use up all the hot water.” Bakugou glared at me but took the clothes and headed to the bathroom.

“Thank you.” Kirishima smiled at me and it’s contagious as a smile also spread across my face.

“Yeah, we can’t thank you enough for your hospitality.” Todoroki nodded. “I also apologize for Bakugou’s behavior, he’s explosive.” You snorted and the boys laughed.

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By now all the boys had gotten their showers and changed. Midoriya helped me pull out two blow up mattresses - one in the guest bedroom and one in the living room. Todoroki and Midoriya had decided to share the one in the living room  while Bakugou got the guest bed and Kirishima took the other air mattress. I was finally able to take my shower - they had thankfully left some hot water for me.

The bathroom was steamy by the time I was done. I dried off and slid on my nightclothes before exiting. The boys had gathered around the dining table where Bakugou was placing down plates of food. I stood shocked in the hallway before I was motioned to come join.

“It can cook?” I laughed as I stared down at the savory smelling food.

“Shut up! If I let any of you try to cook, you’d burn the kitchen down.” Bakugou was pissed but not as angry as before.

“Yeah, Bakugou’s a great cook! You should try his curry sometime.” I nodded with a mouthful of chicken. Bakugou looked smug as he stared at me enjoying his food. I rolled my eyes but continued eating.

“So, I think tomorrow I’ll take you guys into town and get you some new clothes.” I was probably just going to GoodWill since times are tough and money is short. But, hey, clothes are clothes. The boys nodded their agreement and we continued to eat.

Once everyone was done I collected plates and move to the sink to wash them. Kirishima followed behind, taking a rag and drying the plates once I had washed them. I hummed a tune as I worked. I felt eyes on me so I turned to look. Kirishima was looking at me, but I couldn’t place the emotion in his eyes.

“I know we’re a crazy bunch, thank you for taking us in. I don’t know what we would have done if you hadn’t been so kind.” You blushed lightly at his words, handing him the last dish.

“It was the right thing to do, I couldn’t just send y’all out into the world on your own.” I dried my hands off, fully turning to the stunning redhead. I was soon engulfed in a hug, his head planted itself into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. My face was now completely flushed and the tips of my ears burned. I hesitate to wrap my arms around him, but soon return the hug.

“You’re so manly! You’re truly amazing.” Kirishima gave me a good squeeze before we broke apart. We smiled at each other before Bakugou yelled at him to get his ass to bed. I laughed and pushed him forward.

I wished the boys a goodnight and retreated to your own bedroom - sitting down on the edge of your bed. I think about what tomorrow will bring and can only groan as I already hear my wallet screaming. But my mood improved as I thought of how nice the boys had been. Todoroki was polite and a gentleman. Midoriya was shy, but a pure sweetheart. Kirishima was a ray of sunshine and Bakugou had a nasty attitude but made a delicious dinner. I lay down with a smile on my face, slowly drifting to sleep.

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I woke up in the morning to yelling in the kitchen. What the hell? There are people in my house, oh no, what am I going- oh right. The four boys who showed up on my lawn yesterday evening. No longer panicing, I groaned lowly as I rolled out of my warm, comfy bed. Stretching, I made my way out of my bedroom and into the kitchen where the yelling only got louder.

“Stay out! You idiots don’t get to come in here while I’m cooking!” That boy needed to shut up, it was too early for this.

“Do you really have to yell? It’s like seven in the morning.” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I took a seat at one of the barstools around the island.

“(Y/N), it’s actually about nine.” Midoriya piped up, leaning against the end of the island. I groaned, plopping my head onto the counter. “Are you okay?” I grumbled from my spot, not moving.

“She’s probably not a morning person, let her be.” Todoroki walked over with a cup of coffee, setting it down in front of me. My head shot up at the smell of my addiction. I thanked him before taking a sip. Ooh hot, perfect.

“Thanks Todo.” Todoroki looked flustered didn’t have time to respond as Bakugou came over, setting some scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me. I looked up at him in bewilderment.

“You’re welcome.” He then returned to the stove and started cooking for himself. It looked like everyone else had already ate. I thanked him and promptly dug into the food presented before me.

“So where will you be taking us today?” Kirishima piped up from the dining table. I swallowed the food I had in my mouth before speaking.

“Probably GoodWill and then to lunch.” I then continued to stuff my face. Good Lord, this man could cook. He nodded and Bakugou cleaned up his mess, washing the pan he used to cook before setting down to eat his breakfast.

“I might take y’all somewhere else depending on how much time we have left after lunch.” Kirishima and Midoriya’s faces lit up - asking me where I would be taking them. “It’s a surprise.” I winked as I finished off the last bite of bacon.

“Are you sure you want to get us clothes and then take us out to lunch? Won’t that cost a lot?” Midoriya looked concerned.

“It’s fine. GoodWill has cheap prices and we’re going to my job for lunch - I get fifty percent off.” I grinned, turning to wash my dish.

After Bakugou finished eating I rushed them out the door and to my car. I knew this day was about to be something - either fun or plain crazy - hopefully a bit of both.

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The Real World (BNHA x Reader) Ch. 1

The day had been long and tiring. I drug my feet along the sidewalk as I walked to my car. People had just kept piling into the small cafe. At one point there was a line leading out the door. I sigh as I think back to the mind-numbing day. I approached my car, got in and relaxed in the hot vehicle. My muscles thanked me for the rest after nothing but running around on my feet all day. I couldn’t wait to get home and take a nice, hot bath. A smile spread across my face at the thought. Without wanting to wait any further, I start up my car and begin the journey home.

The radio played calm songs, further relaxing me. Music was my escape. The world was cruel but music provided an outlet for my pent up emotions. I sung along to the lyrics, dancing and letting go. The car trip home was the best part of my day.

The small party came to an end when I arrived home, the music dying as I shut off my car. I sighed a I prepared to get out and use my already abused feet, until a commotion from the side of the house caught my attention. I furrowed my brows as I focused on the noise. There were four teenagers? Why would they be here? I don’t know them, but they did look familiar. I step out of my car and approach.

“Stupid Deku! If you hadn’t gotten in the way of my blast we wouldn’t be here!” There were four boys standing there and the blonde was yelling at a timid green-haired boy. I silently came closer as the conversation continued.

“Dude, chill out. It wasn’t entirely his fault.” A red-head spoke up from the blonde’s left. “You were the one more worried about yelling at Todoroki.” The blonde stifled at his statement, a dust of pink covered his cheeks as he began yelling at the poor red-haired boy. I coughed to gain their attention.

All eyes focused on me and I shrunk back slightly at the hatred in the blonde’s eyes. I pursed my lips, straightening my stance; I couldn’t let them think I was weak or I would never get rid of them. A boy with bi-colored hair spoke first.

“Can we help you ma’am?” Well, at least he was polite.

“Uhm, yeah. What are y’all doing on my property? And you’re being extremely loud, the neighbors will complain.” I crossed my arms over my chest, back straight as I questioned the bunch.

“Ahh, we’re sorry. We had no clue we were on someone’s property. I apologize for the yelling.” The greenette bent down and confusion passed over me.

“Why are you bowing?” These boys sure were strange. Now that I look closer, their attire wasn’t normal either. They looked like cosplayers. Again, familiarity passed over me, but I couldn’t place it.

The greenette, embarrassed, stood up and began spouting out words that I couldn’t understand from how fast he was speaking. The blonde whacked him upside the head to shut him up and the greenette rubbed the spot, though finally stopped speaking. The red-head broke the slowly building tension.

“My names Kirishima, this is Bakugou,” He pointed to the angry blonde who had yet to stop glaring at me, “Those two are Midoriya and Todoroki.” He gestured to the greenette and bi-colored boy. I nodded.

“My name is(Y/N). Now, why are you here?” Bakugou apparently couldn’t stand staying quiet any longer and began yelling at me.

“These dumbasses got us hit with a villain's quirk! We ended up here.” He promptly sat down on the lawn chair behind, arms crossed over his chest. I followed his movement with my eyes and then noticed the grenades on his belt, hoping they were just for show. “My eyes are up here, girl.” I flushed slightly, while he grinned.

“Are you guys cosplayers or something?” I gestured to their clothes, “‘Cuz you sure look like it.” Confusion passed over the boys. They shared glances with each other as if silently communicating with each other.

“No, miss, we’re students from UA. We seem to have been teleported by that villain’s quirk. Do you mind telling us where we are?” Todoroki asked. Though his answer didn’t help clear anything up. UA? That too, sounded familiar.

“You’re currently in Florida.” The looks of confusion didn’t go away. “America?”

Panic immediately struck the group as Bakugou yelled at Midoriya. Kirishima looked horrified and Todoroki was concerned.

“You stupid nerd! We ended up in America! Now how are we supposed to get back!?”

“If you don’t mind me asking, where are y’all from?” Bakugou ignored me, but Kirishima brought his eyes back to me and answered my question.

“We’re from Musutafu, Japan.” Now it was my turn to be confused again. There was no Musutafu. Todoroki must have noticed my facial expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why don’t we take this inside?”

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All of us sat around my living room. Kirishima and Bakugou sat on one couch, Midoriya and Todoroki on the other, and I sat in the recliner. Bottles of water were in our hands as I prepared to break the news.

“There’s no Musutafu in Japan. Or anywhere.” I stared at their faces, waiting to gauge their reactions. Midoriya was the first to process my words.

“Wh-what do you mean there’s no Musutafu?” He looked ready to break down and the others were barely able to keep their composure. I sighed and set my bottle on the coffee table.

“There’s no city in this world with that name.” Kirishima looked to Bakugou, whose face revealed nothing about what he was thinking.

“So that villain’s quirk must have been something greater than teleportation.” Todoroki looked down at the coffee table, concentrated and thinking.

“You guys said you were from UA? Let me see if I can find anything online.” I said, pulling out my cell phone. I typed in the name and waited for the results. An anime popped up and I furrowed my brows.

I clicked on the first page, a wiki, and animated pictures of the boys in my living room stared up at me. Bakugou stood up and walked over, peering over my shoulder. I ignored him and scrolled further down the page. There was no way this was real, right? It says here that they’re anime characters? This doesn’t make sense. What the fuck.

“What the hell is this shit?!” Bakugou snatched my phone from my hand, angrily glaring at the device in his hand. I stared up at him in annoyance, this guy was rude.

“What, let me see!” Soon, the other three were gathered around the blonde. Looks of shock and doubt were shared all around.

“It seems the villain had a dimension teleportation quirk. We seem to be in a world where we don’t truly exist.” Todoroki seemed to be the only one who wasn’t in hysterics at this point. I’m kinda glad that someone was keeping a straight head through all this bullshit. “I know this is a lot to ask, but may we be allowed residence here until we can return home?”

Heads turned in my direction, awaiting my response. It would be the right thing to do, they have nowhere else to go. I was the only one who knew about their situation. And if they tried to find someone else to help them it was likely that they would be sent to the looney bin. I sigh. I couldn’t turn these boys away. They need me.

“Yeah. I’ll let you stay here and help you the best I can.”

[whitestar-16]

Dude: Riot/Carlton Drake x Reader Pt. 4

The whole shower fiasco with the symbiote left you shaking and embarrassed. Riot didn’t go any further than making you touch your boobs, but the realization that he could control you if he so desired left you shaken. You had threatened to find a way to remove him from you leading to him assuring you that he wouldn’t do it again. Unless you wanted him to. You sigh loudly and the person on the train next to you gave you a look, but went back to their cell phone.

The train pulled to a stop and the doors opened. You got out, heading up the stairs and onto the streets. Riot told you from this point you would have to call a cab. It was an hour there on foot and that was not something you wanted to do. You pulled out your phone and called a Uber.

You got out of the car and gazed up at the building before you.

“Are you sure this is the place?”

  You stood before a grand building that looked like it cost more than your life. Some of the walls were made purely out of glass and it was so white. You nervously bit your lip and shifted your feet.

“Yes, I can smell their scent, it leads here.”

     Confident in Riot’s ability, you step into the massive building. You are greeted by an open-spaced lobby, lightly decorated with house plants and cushioned benches. In the center of it all is a modern desk where a stoic, but kind-looking woman sits. She greets your presence with a ‘hello, how can I help you?’. You bit your lip again, a nervous habit. You nodded in response and walked to the counter to speak with her.

“Um, I’m looking for a Carlton Drake? I was told he could help me.” You made eye contact with the woman before looking at the many pamphlets scattered around on the pristine countertop. The woman gave you a kind smile.

“Are you here for the volunteer work?”

“Say yes.” Riot advised.

“Yes, ma’am.” She nodded, typing a few things into her computer.

“Ok, I’m going to need your information to run a background test. After that I have a few liability waivers for you to sign.” Liability waivers? Why would you need those? Probably because of the illegal experiments you heard about.

“These humans are vile, they attacked us, kidnapped us, and now experiments? We are no animals!” Riot was pissed, you could feel his anger vibrating within you until it became your own. You had to help him get his brethren away from this vile place.

So you give her your information and sign off on any of the forms she hands you. Then you’re told to come back tomorrow to begin your work. You nod, snatching a few pamphlets before you leave.

“I’m just as pissed as you. Experimentation on living beings who can think for themselves? Why would they do such a thing? These people are awful.” Just then a siren sounds from the building behind you - screeching. It has you gripping your head in pain, to the point where you were almost on the ground from how bad it hurt. You were confused as well - loud noises never bothered you before.

“My species is sensitive to -” Riot pauses, your form is vibrating and you can feel the symbiote emerging on your skin. “- loud sounds. It weakens us. We need to leave this area immediately!”

You couldn’t agree more. Taking off down the street, you ran until you could no longer hear the sirens. You were panting hard from the effort - bent over with your hands on your knees, gulping in sweet oxygen. You were just beginning to stand up when something hard crashed into you, sending you and the other person to the ground. You groaned in pain. Your head had hit the concrete hard and was now throbbing, though the feeling went away quickly.

“Get this nasty human off us!” Riot demanded in your head. You wanted this person off as well, but they were heavy.

“I’m so sorry! I was in a rush and wasn’t watchi- “ The man above you paused as your eyes connected and you could feel Riot surfacing. “You - ah! Sorry but I have to go!” And with that he was off you and sprinting down the street once more.

“What was that?” You asked to yourself and the symbiote in you. He was silent. You were about to ask again when he spoke up.

“That man. He is bonded with one of my species.” So he was like you? Stuck with an alien para- “Do not finish that thought or I will eat you from the inside out.”

“Okay, jeez. No need to be so hostile.” You stood up finally and brushed yourself off. “Now what do we do?”

“Follow that man. I need to talk to Venom.” You assumed Venom was the name of the symbiote in that man. You sighed. More running. Yay.

[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

[writing-reigns-deactivated20200]

reblog to save a writer 

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

Reblog because the titles for each category are comedy gold.

[sunshinebeamuniverse-deactivate]

This man just uttered my soul and deepest thoughts.  This is what I seek. 

[thee-front]

Right on time

[shychica123]

Real Food for Thought

[candiikismet]

“That is enough.”

[is-not-actually-artistic]

Don’t stay alive for someone else.

Don’t stay alive because you might hurt someone who cares.

Because in the end, that is never enough. Maybe it’ll talk you down today, but eventually you get tired of being selfless. Eventually you get tired of not hurting anyone else, when all they do is hurt you. Eventually, you want a chance to change something, and it’s so fucking easy to believe that you can do it better by dying than living.

I have been there. So please believe me when I say-

Stay alive for you.

Stay alive for the child in your baby pictures. The one with light in their eyes, who has nothing but beautiful ideas of what the world can be, and who has dreams for when they grow up. Stay alive for that child and their dreams, because that child is you and the dreams never really go away. They’re just buried somewhere. And you deserve to live them. Or for the child in the pictures that doesn’t have that light. That doesn’t have those dreams, that never had them, because they have lived surrounded by darkness, and they have grown up believing that there is no way out of it. Because they deserve-because you deserve-one picture taken with a genuine laugh on your lips, and a genuine light in your eyes.

Stay alive, because you haven’t eaten every ice cream flavor possible yet, and you deserve to. Because ice cream is good. (Stay alive if you’re lactose intolerant, or vegan, or just don’t like ice cream, because have you ever tried homemade vegan cake? Or handmade meringues? Believe me, those are worth living for. For you.)

Stay alive, because the sunrise is beautiful, even if you have to wake up early to see it-and sunset is beautiful too, and requires no extra staying awake.

Stay alive, because you might get the chance to watch a golden retriever swim, and then shake the water off on their owner, and there are few things in life more entertaining than that.

Stay alive, because horses have a speed just before a gallop where they move so smoothly you almost forget you’re on one, and the power in that moment is incredible.

Stay alive, because it rains on the beach sometimes without any lightning, and being in the waves in that moment, where the rain on your lips washes away the salt, and steals away the heat, and the sea turns as gray as the sky, is awe-inspiring.

Stay alive, because some days, in tiny towns in the mountains, fog rolls in and covers all of the surroundings, and the sky is entirely silver, and you feel like you’re lost in a storybook.

Stay alive, because sea turtles crawl onto the sand at night to lay eggs, and if you’re quiet and lucky and turn off your lights, maybe you’ll be able to watch one. Maybe you’ll get close enough to touch it, and smell what the sea is like on land.

Stay alive, because no matter how many mistakes you’ve made, you can never forgive yourself for them, or heal from them, or grow, if you’re dead. (And neither can anyone else, not really-but this, here and now, is for you.)

Stay alive, because when lightning is trapped inside of a cloud, it lights up the entire inside, and if it’s the right time of night, the edges of the clouds turn purple, and there is a masterpiece inside the stars.

Stay alive, because you can dig your hand into soil under grass, and it will be warm and soft against your fingers, and you can crumple it into your palms, and be holding the planet inside your hands.

Stay alive, because there are people out there who squeak when they laugh, and it is well worth becoming friends with them, because once you get them to even giggle once, you will be entertained for an hour at least.

Stay alive, because the embers of a campfire under the stars late at night start to look more like a reflection than a dying fire, except painted in red instead of silver, and you will never see anything more beautiful than that.

Stay alive, because as stupid as they are, memes can be funny.

Stay alive, because racing down a freeway in a car with the windows rolled down so that wind races through your hair and stings tears into your eyes, playing music loud enough that you have to yell along, is possibly the fastest your heart will ever beat, and all of the energy is good.

Stay alive, because ice cracks when you drop it into warm enough water, and that sound on a sweltering day, and the way it tastes, especially if your tongue is dry enough, is enough to make you want to drink until your stomach is full.

Stay alive, because rain has a smell, but so does river water, and even once you smell them both, it takes more than a lifetime to decide which one is blue and which one is green.

Stay alive. Because life is waiting for you. Because there is beauty to see, and to touch, to smell and to taste, and to hear, all around you. Stay alive, because when you are alive, you can live.

And you-you-regardless of who you are-you have so much to live for. That will always be inside you, without you ever having to rely on someone else. Stay alive, because you wouldn’t be given those moments if you didn’t deserve them, and believe me, you deserve them.

Stay alive. For you.

[biscuit-babbles]

[kv4z4r3]

popular opinion: Bakugou is the sexiest from 1A

[rabbitgoblin]

fucked up how cooking and baking from scratch is viewed as a luxury…..like baking a loaf of bread or whatever is seen as something that only people with money/time can do. I’m not sure why capitalism decided to sell us the idea that we can’t make our own damn food bc it’s a special expensive thing that’s exclusive to wealthy retirees but it’s stupid as hell and it makes me angry

[rabbitgoblin]

bread takes like max 4 ingredients counting water and sure it takes a couple hours but 80% of that is just waiting around while it does the thing and you can do other things while it’s rising/baking plus im not gonna say baking cured my depression bc it didn’t but man is it hard to feel down when you’re eating slices of fresh bread you just made yourself. feels like everything’s gonna be a little more ok than you thought. it’s good.

[pluckedanarchist]

bread is amazing and it’s also been sold to us as something really hard to make? Every time I tell someone I made a loaf of bread I get reactions like “you made it yourself???” and “do you have a bread machine then?” I haven’t touched a bread machine in probably 10 years. You CAN make your own bread, folks, and it’s actually pretty cheap to do so. I believe the most expensive thing I needed for it was the jar of yeast. It was about $6 at the grocery store and lasted me MONTHS (just keep it in the fridge.) The packets are even cheaper. destroy capitalism. bake your own bread.

[boonbucks-city-beach]

You can also make your own yeast by making a sourdough starter, so that cuts cost even more.

But you have to feed the starter daily/weekly and that means it grows quickly, but there are tons of recipes online for what to do with your excess starter. Cookies, pretzels, crackers, pancakes, waffles, you name it!!

[unbossed-deactivated20251218]

Here’s a link to The Home Baking Association’s site. It has recipes and tips.

[petermorwood]

Make it even easier - “No-Knead Bread”. All YOU do is mix the ingredients together and wait until it’s time to heat the oven. The yeast does all the rest.

Here’s @dduane​’s first take on it and the finished product. We’ve made even more photogenic batches since.

Kneading is easy as well; either let your machine do it, or if you don’t want to or don’t have one, get hands-on. It’s like mixing two colours of Plasticine to make a third. Flatten, stretch, fold, half-turn, repeat - it takes about 10 minutes - until the gloopy conglomeration of flour, yeast, salt and water that clings to your hands at the beginning, becomes a compact ball that doesn’t stick to things and feels silky-smooth.

Here’s what before and after look like.

My Mum used to say that if you were feeling out of sorts with someone, it was good to make bread because you could transfer your annoyance into kneading the dough REALLY WELL, and both you and the bread would be better for it.

Then you put it into a bowl, cover it with cling-film and let it rise until it doubles in size, turn it out and “knock it back” (more kneading, until it’s getting back to the size it started, this means there won’t be huge “is something living in here?” holes in the bread), put it into your loaf-tin or whatever - we’ve used a regular oblong tin, a rectangular Pullman tin with a lid, a small glass casserole, an earthenware chicken roaster…

You can even use a clean terracotta flowerpot.

Let the dough rise again until it’s high enough to look like an unbaked but otherwise real loaf, then pop it in the preheated oven. On average we give ours 180°C / 355°F for 45-50 minutes. YM (and oven) MV.

Here’s some of our bread…

Here’s our default bread recipe - it takes about 3-4 hours from flour jar to cutting board depending on climate (warmer is faster) most of which is rise time and baking; hands-on mixing, kneading and knocking-back is about 20 minutes, tops, and less if using a mixer.

Here ( or indeed any of the other pics) is the finished product. This one was given an egg-wash to make it look glossy and keep the poppy-seeds in place; mostly we don’t bother with that or the slash down the middle, but all the extras were intentional as a “ready for my close-up” glamour shot.

I think any shop would be happy to have something this good-looking on their shelf. We’re happy to have it on our table.

Even if your first attempts don’t work out quite as well as you hope, you can always make something like this…

[rae-napier-deactivated20180822]

can we have more posts like this in future please? this is really useful and could help those who are struggling

[whitestar-16]

Hi I really loved your hot springs story and was wondering if you could make a part 2 and he proves to the reader that he's a top ;)

This is my first time writing something like this, so I hope it’s good. Enjoy!

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Bakugou had you cornered in the hallway, you were panicking but trying not to show it. This guy was already a ticking time bomb, you don’t want to seem weak in from of him as well. Bakugou stalked closer until you two were only two feet apart. Red ruby eyes glared down at you.

“What the fuck makes you think I would be a bottom?!” He had his hands on his hips and your whole face was flushed in embarrassment. Oh good Lord.

“I-I uh..” You couldn’t formulate a proper sentence. Not with him standing so close and embarrassment was keeping your brain fried. He huffed, arms coming up to cross over his broad chest.

“Well, come on, spit it out already.” He was growing impatient and that wasn’t helping your nerves at all. Fight or flight instincts popped up in your head and you immediately chose flight - knowing you couldn’t win a fight against the strongest guy in your class.

You barely made it six feet before a hand gripped your wrist hard and slammed you onto the wall. You wince, your head made a painful collision with the wall. But, that was the least of your worries as Bakugou’s figure came to tower over your own. His right hand still had a painful grasp on your wrist, pinning it to the wall beside your head. His left hand came up and with a loud bang also planted itself to the wall. His glare turned more menacing and you shook where you stood.

“Am I gonna have to force an answer out of you?” His voice dropped a pitch, husky but demanding as he kept you against the wall.

“N-no! I said… I said that because you’re always so angry and if it… ever came to the intimate stuff, you’d be a bottom…” You wanted to add more, but the look on his face had you ending your sentence there. He looked pissed, as always, but there was a different emotion swirling in his eyes now. You didn’t know if you liked it or not.

“Ha, because I’m always angry I’d be a bottom? That makes no sense, but if you’re so sure, why don’t I show you why I’m a top?” His scowl had turned into a full on smirk.

He slid a knee between your legs. You squeaked and squirmed in his grasp. Though all it proved to do was inch his knee up higher until it was pressed against your womanhood. Your face couldn’t get any redder at this point. He was hot, you wouldn’t lie. But you weren’t sure if you should give in - however tempting it was.

“Bakugou -” His lips crashed down onto yours, eyes closed.

His lips were soft and hard to resist. You thought about the consequences if you two were to be caught, but fuck it, this felt nice. He bit your lip and you groaned, but kept your mouth sealed. He growled and ground his knee against you. You moaned and he shoved his tongue in your mouth at the opening. He released your wrist - moving that hand to the back of your head to bring you closer into the kiss. Your free hand traveled to his blonde locks, taking a fistful and you returned the kiss. You two fought for dominance which he won. You two broke apart - panting as a string of drool connected your lips. He smirked, moving his hands to your ass. He gripped it hard in his hands. You withhold a moan.

“Jump.” And you did, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles on his lower back.

This new position had you sitting right over his crotch and you were able to feel every inch of him. You rolled your hips, eager for the friction. He groaned. It was deep, lust-filled and had your panties soaked.

“Let’s find somewhere more private.” You whispered in his ear, hand twirling a soft blonde lock. He pulled you in for another kiss and began walking. It kept you occupied until he stopped to open a door, kicking it closed behind him as you both entered.

You were laid down on a hard surface and you took a second to see where you two had ended up. One of the empty classrooms. Your attention was brought back by Bakugou as he began taking off your shirt. Your bra was the next thing to come off. Bakugou’s hands immediately attached themselves to your breasts, squeezing. You let out an erotic moan as an amazing feeling overtook your body. Your hands reach up to take off his shirt.

He pulls back from you, tossing the offending article to a random place in the room - taking off his pants and boxers as well. You couldn’t help but stare at the erection presented before you. Would it fit? Bakugou didn’t give you time to think as he pull off your shorts and panties.

You rub your legs together in anticipation. He slid a finger into you, testing the waters. You threw your head back, hands gripping the desk below you. His finger felt amazing inside you and you couldn’t wait to feel his dick. Moans flew out of you as he pushed in a second finger.

“You like that, huh?” You nodded, not being able to formulate words at this point. “Come on, let me hear you.” Fuck, he was dominating and it was hot.

“Y-yes, Bakugou.” His hand stopped inside you and you looked down to see him staring up at you.

“Katsuki.” Oh, he was giving you his first name. His ministrations continued and you moaned out his name. You were getting close now, a hot feeling bubbled in your stomach.

“Kat - suki, I’m close.” He pulls his hand away, leaving you empty and wanting. “Wh-why’d you stop?” He had his cock gripped in his hand, stroking it up and down all while keeping eye contact with you. Hot damn, he was going to be the death of you.

He moved forward, lining up with your entrance before pushing in. You groaned at the intrusion. His dick was a lot bigger than his finger and “Fuuuuck.” He was all the way in now and you felt so full.

He waited until you gave the okay to begin thrusting in and out of you. This was the best you’ve ever felt, your fingers never gave you this feeling. You moaned, bucking your hips to meet his at each thrust. Pleasure burned inside of you. Katsuki leaned down over you - one hand on the desk next to your head while the other groped your breast. The sensation was overwhelming and you felt yourself getting close again.

“I’m close.” You legs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer, hands coming up to grab his shoulders as he continued to rock your world.

“Fuck, me too.” He gave a few more thrusts before your orgasm shot over you.

“KATSUKI!” You screamed out his name. He growled in your ear, pulling out and spilling his seed all over your stomach and chest - stroking himself through the rest of his orgasm. You both panted as you came down from your high.

“Now who’s a bottom.” You huffed, slapping his shoulder lightly. “Heh, come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”

~~~~~~~BONUS~~~~~~~~

“Is (L/N) walking weird or is it just me?” Mina leaned over and whispered to Kaminari. Your legs were wobbly and your body was sore after last night.

“Yeah, she looks like she had a rough night.” Bakugou came up behind the two, slapping down a hand onto Kaminari’s shoulder.

“Damn right, she had a rough night.” Bakugou was in a good mood it seemed. Slowly the puzzle pieces connected and blushes sprung up on the two’s faces. Bakugou smirked, leaving them and heading over to you.

“What the fuuuck.”

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Riot x reader part 4 please❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm currently working on it!

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Hot Springs

You sat with the rest of the girls in the hot springs. It had been a tough day of training for you all and the hot water was doing wonders to your muscles right now. The other girls were talking about what they were going to do for training tomorrow. You sigh as you tune them out and sink deeper into the water. A sudden hand on your shoulder startles you.

“So, (Y/N), we have a question.” Mina grinned down at you, hand still gripping your shoulder to not allow you an escape from what could possibly be a disaster of a question. You gulp nervously before motioning for her to continue.

“If the boys were gay, who do you think would be top or bottom?” She spits out the question in obvious excitement and your cheeks flush a deep crimson as you begin to imagine the boys as gay.

“Uhhh…” You hesitate to answer, but the other girls’ attention was already drawn to you both and they nod their excitement to hear your answer.

“Well… Kiri is obviously a top and Bakugou would be a bottom.” Mina breaks out into laughter along with Toru. “Midoriya’s a switch, Todoroki is a top, and Kaminari would be a bottom.”

“Why did you think that?” Momo questions you from across the springs.

You sink down until only your eyes peek above the water, obviously too embarrassed to try to explain your choices. The girls take the hint to leave you alone, but continue to discuss your answer. They add in their own explanations: Bakugou has a fiery personality but would totally be shy in the bedroom, Kirishima is a nice guy but would totally dominate his partner, Midoriya is shy but confident so depending on who he’s with would determine whether he’s a top or bottom, Kaminari is confident with the ladies but a man would dominate him, and Todoroki is really intense and would refuse to bottom.

You took your leave before the conversation could progress to even more R-rated topics.

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The boys were enjoying their relaxing time when it quieted down and a peculiar conversation drifted to their ears from the girl’s side of the spring. Realization dawned on them as the girl’s discussion finally became clear. Bakugou blushed a deep red before yelling at the others to shut up.

“I would not be a FUCKING BOTTOM! SHUT UP, YOU EXTRAS!” Bakugou’s anger showed loud and clear as he went to strangle Kaminari who was just adding fuel to the flames.

“But they’re totally right, Bakubro! You’re all confident and angry when you’re fighting, but who knows what your like once it starts to get steamy!” Kaminari was holding his gut, doubled over in laughter as he pointed a finger in Bakugou’s direction. Though, upon seeing the angry blond wading in his direction became scared and hid behind Kirishima.

“Woah, calm down, bro. I’m sure they just mean it as a joke. Besides Kaminari, they said you’d be a bottom too.” Kirishima glanced at the boy hiding behind him. Kaminari just shrugged at his words.

“Shut up, shitty hair! You’re just saying that because they said you’d be a top!” Bakugou pointed a finger at the red-head who simply flushed at his words. “Whatever, I’m outta here.”

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You walked down the halls of the building after changing into your night clothes. Your hair was still damp, you couldn’t find the hairdryer so you had no choice but to leave it. You sigh as you rub your eyes. You had no idea how that question had even came about. You flushed red again as you thought about the answers you’d given and were thankful that the boys hadn’t heard the conversation that had gone on.

“Fucking girls and their fucking stupid ass gossip.” Color drained from your face as you heard the gruff voice from down the hall. The boys had heard. ‘Oh, fuck. I’m screwed if Bakugou sees me!’ You search the hallway wildly, looking for a door to escape behind before the ash blonde found you. Seeing no escape you prayed to the gods that your death would be quick.

“(Y/N)! You bitch!” Fuck, you were definitely dead.