“all fics baked with love!”

[bunnie, the baker ᯓ★ bnha & haikyuu] 18 +

[writingbakery]

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

─── ☆

now everything is easy [cause of you]

𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙣

─── ☆

☆ ☆ ☆

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨

─── ☆

☆ ☆ ☆

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 not accepting 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨

─── ☆

[writingbakery]

BUNNIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

emmy ! my love !

i’ve missed you very very much, oh my goodness ! how are you ! 🩵

[writingbakery]

god i forgot how much i missed writing ! i don’t think i’m quite ready for requests — or if i ever will be, honestly — but maybe i’ll do some sort of ask night this weekend, dip my toes in a little more ! thank you kindly for the love on my new shouto fic, feel free to yell about it in my askbox ! 🩵

[writingbakery]

⥂ 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲

[𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮]

ᯓ★ pairing: pro hero! todoroki shouto x fem! reader

ᯓ★ w/c: 2.2k

ᯓ★ tags to note: established relationship, fluff beyond your wildest dreams, caretaking, excessive rambling & shouto’s lethal pout/sass combo ✰

ᯓ★ a/n: we’re doing it. we’re really doing it. this is the first piece i’ve written for the bnha fandom in years upon years, and quite predictably i’m shaking in my cow slippers. if it’s bad, forgive me and don’t tell me. if it’s good, then i haven’t lost my spark ! title is from our house by crosby-stills-nash-young, & the fic is loosely inspired by it ! not edited, not beta’d ✰

early fall brings with it a warmth, despite the chill.

mornings are easier, in a sense; the sticky-hot unforgiving nature of summer is fading, a ghost of heat in the middle of the day if you’re lucky, sweat behind your knees and along the small of your back. there’s still a hint of that late august recklessness in everyone, not yet stamped out by mid-september’s firm hold. but the mornings and evenings are still bathed in that inky periwinkle that brings cold, the clouds a little denser, the air full of wet promises — fat raindrops and lazy mornings inside.

it’s raining when you wake, the bedroom awash in hues of cobalt and moon grey, kissing down the walls as the colors stretch from the half open window. there’s a rustling breeze, soothing in all its quiet, and for a moment you can’t fathom why in the world you’ve woken up, when all the world’s a dream just for you.

the tickle of hair against your nose and the daintiest of inhales — hardly registering as a snore — enlightens you. turning your head just enough to see what you already know is there, a soft laugh on the tip of your tongue despite the familiarity of it all. shouto’s like two tons of personalized pro hero weighted blanket atop you, one strong arm wound warm around your waist; he’s got his nose buried in your neck so deeply you’d worry how he’s breathing if it wasn’t commonplace by now, desperate to burrow himself as close as he can. you’d tried to explain to him once, giggly with sleep and adoration, that he couldn’t actually burrow himself under your skin, that the laws of physics would protest. the answering pout was faint, but you could read his micro expressions so easily now: damn the laws of physics, and damn anyone who tried to stop him, plain and simple. you’d simply smiled at him, all soft and melted at the edges, and let him do as he pleased.

but this morning is special, highlighted in still-wet red ink and circled twice for good measure. it’s rare that shouto got to spend the entire weekend with you, patrols and paperwork a never ending dance. fortunately or unfortunately, depending on who you’d ask, he’s been a little too overzealous his last few patrols, expended a little too much of his quirk to be healthy. with the combined force of you and his rather frightening manager, he’s on verifiable house arrest for the weekend, all yours in every sense of the word. the real trouble you face at the moment is wiggling out of his hold without immediately waking him — a monumental task, one you’ve failed many times before. as such, you’ve got a plan of attack.

the first step is to acclimate him slowly; little movements, careful and gentle as not to alert him. his grip tightens around your waist at the first few, as though even in sleep he couldn’t bear to be separated from you. it’s unbelievably sweet, and it nearly derails your mission — you spend a precious few minutes cooing over him silently, brushing stray red and white strands off his forehead. but you won’t be deterred, not that easily, and after two years of dating you like to think you’re immune to how beautiful he is in the morning, lost to dreams and peaceful sleep. you are in fact, not immune, hence the delay.

then you have to make up for your lack of warmth, of course — shouto’s horribly perceptive, and you can’t just slip out of his arms so easily. a pillow is necessary, but not one of the many that litter the bed — no, he’d recognize that far too easy. it has to smell like you, be warmed by you, and as such you carefully nudge the pillow that had been resting beneath your head into the gap you’ve made between his arms and yourself. it’s always risky, watching with bated breath to see if he’ll wake, but the universe seems to agree with you this morning, and all he does is breathe a little deeper and hug the pillow close. success, a victory ! it only makes you that much more determined to execute your plan, even if the sight of him sleep-warm and cozy is tempting enough to leave an ache right alongside your heart. you allow yourself the lightest kiss to the crown of his head before starting your day, tiptoeing to the bathroom.

ordinarily you’d be content to linger with him through the morning, let the rain keep you both in some hazy impersonation of sleep, but you know better — shouto isn’t one to relax easily when there’s work that could be done, and you know the stacks of paperwork left behind at his agency are still weighing heavy on his mind. if you’re to convince him that staying put is the only option, you’ve got to get a headstart on taking care of him before he’s too awake to protest it. he’s a stubborn one, your hero, and far too good at making counter arguments — namely, kissing you so sweetly you forget everything you meant to say. you don’t have very much time despite your tricks, as clever as they were; shouto’s never stayed asleep longer than twenty minutes after you’ve left the bed, some sixth sense to the lack of your presence. he’s like that always, whether you’re out with friends or enjoying a casual day at home — mina likes to call it his lovesickness, as if he actually grows ill the longer you’re apart. silly.

still, not ten minutes after you’ve left him you can hear the bedroom door creaking, the sound of the bathroom faucet. then it’s a few curious steps here and there, heavier than usual from his clear exhaustion, until he finally finds you in the kitchen. he’s sleep rumpled and adorable, looking every bit as tired as you know he is. you can’t even pretend to be annoyed when you meet his eyes, knowing your ‘breakfast in bed’ plan was never going to work — more a fleeting fantasy, but you can adapt. instead you hold out your arms for him, letting him find comfort with his face buried in your neck, muffling whatever he’s saying into your skin. you let him go after a moment so you can hear him properly, fixing his bangs with gentle care — a motion you’ve done a million times and will a million more, just for the way he melts into your hand.

“good morning, love,” he manages after a long moment, catching your wrist gently before you can pull your hand away, dropping featherlight kisses to your knuckles. “would you like help ?” his voice is sleep-worn and soft, a low quiet rumble that lingers in the peaceful little bubble you’re both sharing. his eyes trail from your face to the counter, eyeing the ingredients laid out; simple, an easy but comforting breakfast. for a moment you almost nod, more focused on the gentle affections he’s layering over your skin — little pinprick kisses over your fingers, your palm, the pulse point over your wrist. but you’re not so easily swayed, and you reaffirm yourself for a moment; you’ve got defenses, immunity to a sleepy and warm shouto that looks at you with so much love you think you’ll burst. no, you don’t.

“not this morning, young man. you’re going to sit your very handsome self down on the couch and relax. this weekend is all about relaxing,” you inform him playfully, finally taking your hand back from his onslaught of kisses. he looks put out for a moment, tracking your movements slowly, a half beat too late. “and don’t try to tell me you don’t need to relax — breaks are important for everyone, especially pro heros,” you scold playfully, even if your tone is nothing but sticky-sweet fondness. one eyebrow raises at you, as if about to challenge that statement with some quietly murmured statistic — one midoriya had no doubt supplied him with, and as much as you love to hear shouto talk, you’re not having it today.

carefully, you cup his face in your hands, pull him in close; the gentle act has him leaning in without question, always weak for the gentleness of your hands, the easy affection that follows. you press kisses to his forehead, his nose, both cheeks, even his chin with a soft giggle, before finally pressing one to his mouth, a reassuring one. all your distracting little kisses have allowed you to back him out of the kitchen slowly, until you gently push him to sit on the couch, tucking a blanket over him far too pleased. you might not have any defenses or immunity against shouto, but he didn’t have any against you either, and you’re smug about it. “just rest, please ? afterwards we can do something nice together — maybe read a little,” you say softly, coaxing him into leaning back against the cushions. he’s got that pout on, the one you’re so terribly weak for, but you’re holding strong, the need to take care of him stronger than your desire to melt to his every whim.

thankfully, he seems to acquiesce; the pout faintly lining his features shifts, molds into that familiar fondness you’re so used to seeing when he gives in to your wishes. if you’re bad at saying no to him, he’s nearly incapable of saying no to you, and he easily lets you bully him into laying back onto the couch, all joss former resolve weakening in an instant. “i suppose that sounds … nice,” he admits, although you’re a little suspicious he’s laughing at you behind that quiet acceptance. “i will wait here then, and ignore any sounds of distress.” you squawk a little at his teasing, a light swat to his chest even if you’re giggling — that bratty youngest child mentality will never leave him it seems, always slipping out when you least expect it.

“i’m perfectly capable of making you breakfast, you know,” you protest, carefully tucking the blanket around him, and for a moment there’s a teasing smile resting at the corners of his mouth. “i know. i meant from the pans,” he says solemnly, and earns himself another swat for his troubles. it’s true that occasionally — occasionally ! — you’re known to be a little chaotic in the kitchen, but you’ve improved a lot in the past two years, and his teasing is mostly unwarranted. “just for that, i’m burning the edges of your eggs,” you huff, even if you both know you’d never.

even from the kitchen, you know he’s watching you; every move you make is tracked, monitored, and with you chance a peek over your shoulder you can see him on the couch, siren eyes keeping close watch of you. “you’re supposed to be resting,” you remind him, but it’s sweet the way he can’t seem to look away. “i have not moved,” comes his pouting reply, although he pauses. “considerably.” he’s on his stomach now, one arm tucked beneath a couch pillow, just his eyes and the unruly mop of bedhead peeking out from the armrest of the couch. still, you take it as a sign to hurry up — any more restlessness from him and he’ll get up, and you can’t have that.

returning with two steaming plates stacked high, you nudge him with your knee so he’ll make space, settling yourself comfortably in his lap as he takes one of them with drowsy eyed interest. it’s not the fanciest, but it’s comforting, warm to offset the chill of rain just outside the window. “have you decided on a book ?” you ask softly after a few minutes, breaking the cozy silence with a tilt of your head towards the shelves. he’s quiet, finishing off the last of his breakfast as he looks between the shelves and you, setting his plate down on the coffee table before gently taking yours as well. then he’s slotting his ankles over yours and twisting, ignoring your startled yelp as he flips your positions, burying his head against your chest. “no,” he says simply, but there’s an undercurrent of smugness to the muffled words. his eyes peer up at you, pleased with himself despite your exasperated expression.

“am i not meant to be resting ?” he asks, smug in the fact that he’s getting his way, that he’s turned the tables. “this is how i shall rest. you make a fine pillow.” in a way, he’s still falling for your plan — relaxing, catching up on much needed rest. he’s just doing it on his own terms, and you can begrudgingly admit that this is better than him trying to sneak off to the agency. “fine, fine,” you giggle, carefully brushing his hair back from his forehead. “whatever makes you happy, sho.” he hums, letting his eyes close, and for a moment you think he’s drifting off to sleep already. the rain pours steadily, and you can’t deny how comfortable you are either, so you close your eyes as well, let the lazy warmth of sleep find you too. you almost miss it, the whispered words he presses to your skin, the soft kiss he leaves against your neck as you both drift off.

“you make me happy.”

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[writingbakery]

hi queen, you still with us? it's been years i know but who knows😭

gestures wildly at nothing

i want to be so badly please believe me !

i’ve been tiptoeing around and poking my nose in things, i miss writing badly ! particularly for bnha, i took a break from fandom but it’s luring me back in …. evil. i suppose i’m a little anxious, a bit dusty, and frightened to my toes about writing again. but i miss it, and i think i want to try !

[writingbakery]

Just wanted to let you know that your writing always hits, giving us content no other blog gives us. That puppy love fic with bakugo? The one you said was written on a whim? I literally haven't stopped thinking about it since you posted it and has inspired me to start writing again bc its my favorite trope that is seriously underrated and I've only ever seen it in a webtoon before. The crumb you gave us kept me going for months. You're amazing <3

this ask genuinely is going to make me cry.

you’re so very sweet, thank you kindly angel. i’d love to see your work, knowing that i could help you back into a creative headspace makes me feel so pleased. i’m over the moon to hear about it ❤️‍🩹

[writingbakery]

sooooo ....

i know i’ve been inactive basically forever, but i wrote some bakudeku ....

[basically posting this and running cause i feel like my writings gone to crap and i’m insecure lol]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29925876

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[oikawasbliss]

just wanna say that character anons indeed makes every single person's day pls ilysm

[writingbakery]

thank you all so much for the birthday wishes !!

i only have one tiny birthday request; pls tag/send me bakugou or sero content 🥺

it’s been a not great birthday so i’d appreciate it ! fanart/fic/etc all welcome !! 💗

[writingbakery]

i know i haven’t been super active on here but ....... 👉🏽👈🏽 today is my birthday hi 💗🥺

[writingbakery]

me, desperately wanting to write: please just come back

motivation, on my ceiling, giving me the finger: fuck u

[writingbakery]

hi i’m love u 🥺💕

hello yes consider this:

im love you more 🥺💗

[writingbakery]

h-hey

yes i accidentally disappeared again lol HIIII!!

swear i’ll be uploading soon !! love ya to bits <33

[bittersweetbonbon]

bizarre neurodivergence things

Nesting

Hoarding things

Taking things apart

Wandering

Shitty memory

Needing pressure on your body to sleep

[authenticautistic]

“why are you inside the blanket”

“you don’t need that many ????”

*takes pens apart constantly*

“so you mean to tell me you go to town to walk around the shops and that’s it?”

*in a familiar area* “where to ____” “idk sorry”

*tries to balance weighted lap pad on my shoulder as I sleep*

[no-spoons-given-deactivated2018]

Fucking mood

[glittercontusion]

We’re all just confused, vaguely nomadic dragons

[sludgecoffee]

I support this theory!

[allllltheautism]

Reblog if you’re a confused, vaguely nomadic dragon, too

[loversdreamersandyou]

[yellowpoet]

do most people on mobile tumblr know you can hold down the reblog button to fast reblog a post to your blog? you know you can reblog things with one click right? please please reblog things if you enjoy them, lack of exposure is killing content creators on this site