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SUMMARY: Izuku Midoriya secretly likes to listen to you sing in the shower. What happens when you catch him redhanded?

PAIRING: Izuku Midoriya x Reader WARNINGS: none! WORD COUNT: 1.9k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: special thanks to @gallickingun​ and @k-atsukidayo​​ for helping me edit this! and the amazing banner was done by @gallickingun​! also, the song inspiration for this fic is “Love Like You” from Steven Universe! (but it’s less so inspired by the song and more so inspired from it being my go-to shower singing song)

It was always Izuku’s favorite, those fleeting moments with you as soon as training ended. No one else was around. And, if he ran fast enough, he could shower quickly and speed over to the supply closet adjacent to the women’s locker room. You would still be in the shower, he’d make sure. He cringed and blushed at how awful that sounded, but it wasn’t like that! He would never disrespect and creep on you like that; he only wanted to be in that closet at that specific time because that’s when he could listen to you sing. 

It happened purely by accident one day. He was searching for some extra towels in the closet when he heard you. Your voice traveled through the vents and out to where it landed on his ears, blessing him with what he would call the most beautiful sound ever. It was angelic, but it retained that sense of edge that he loved about you. Maybe he was a bit biased, though. After all, he’s had a crush on you for longer than he could remember. But for all the years he’s known you and admired you from afar, he never once heard you mention or talk about your singing ability. It almost made it that much sweeter to know that he was the only one who got to listen to you. Listening to you sing was something he cherished, just as long as you didn’t know about it.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none, just some fluff!

On your first day working at the agency office, your manager made sure to tell you some words of advice: “don’t fall for the heroes.” But it was too late. Before she got the chance to tell you that, Izuku Midoriya held the door for you, and as soon as you saw those green eyes, freckles, and smile– the game was over. 

Working at the agency that represented the number one hero had its perks: recognition, a nice paycheck, good workplace, but your favorite was being able to watch Deku go in and out of the office throughout the week. You always made sure to catch his eye and give him a quick wave hello. When you first started this routine, it took Izuku a couple weeks before he began to stop turning pink and almost tripping over himself when he saw you greeting him. Part of you wanted to take his flustered disposition as flattery, but your coworkers quickly stopped that train in its tracks.

“He’s like that with every girl,” they informed you. 

It hurt to feel what little hope you had that the hero was into you be stomped out like a small fire. Still, it didn’t change the way his smile never failed to make your heart soar. Your small talk conversations about the weather were always the highlight of your week, and you consistently caught yourself daydreaming about what it would feel like to run your hands through his green curls. Every time you saw him being assigned to a particularly vicious villain, you never slept well– always tossing and turning, worrying about not being able to hear his infectious laugh ever again. You had it bad for the number one hero, Izuku Midoriya.

hot mess

↷ prompt: we’re strangers who meet at a bar, get drunk, and wake up to announcements of our new engagement all over our social media — what did we do??? ↷ pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader ↷ words: 1,052 ↷ requested by: @katsukink​ and anonymous

“Fucking hell,” the man next to you in bed mutters, his eyes lidded with sleep.  “What time is it?”

The man next to you in bed looks like a reincarnation of Adonis as he rises from the bed. You can feel the way the mattress bends under his weight, bouncing up with a snap! that sings in your ears. Trying to not let yourself linger on his backside for too long, you’re almost embarrassed for marveling over a wonder like him — attractive as hell with his angelic features and built figure. He lets his fingers comb through his honey-silken hair, trying to brush stray strands get out of his vision. 

You’re only aware of the pounding in your head, and even then, it feels like someone is beating a drum right next to your ears, but the bass keeps playing at a rapid-fire speed, something that you’re not enjoying at all. Squinting at your surroundings, you realize that this is most definitely not your home nor is it a place you know. White sheets surround you in their paper-thin texture, only revealing the outline of your legs. 

Your phone vibrates in a fallen pair of jeans on the floor, making you vaguely realize how the air sweeps across your bare skin in a cold current as you reach down to grab it to check the time on your phone. The numbers pop up in your vision, but in your hungover state, you can barely make them out individually. 

“It’s one in the afternoon,” you inform the man who nods in return.

Your eyes widen as you catch a glimpse of a notification from your friend popping up on your screen in black, flimsy letters that reads: “Congratulations on your engagement!” You blink at it a couple of times, taking a few seconds to process the whole situation. There’s a bandage wrapped around your finger, and as you lift off the bandage to take a peek at what’s underneath out of curiosity — since you don’t remember getting any scratches or whatnot, you see a singular heart made of flames inked onto your finger. You catch a glimpse of a matching heart on the man’s finger, the bandage having already fallen off.

A ring from his phone screeches into the room, interrupting the morning — or rather, afternoon — air. Your head immediately floods with an aching feeling, begging for you to go back to sleep. His fingers deftly press on the receive call option and swing the phone up to his ear for him. Unfortunately, he has forgotten to toggle off the speakerphone on his phone, which makes the caller’s words spill out in one incoherent mess. The caller speaks far too fast for the man to put them on a lower volume for his own hearing and privacy purposes.

“When did you get engaged, and why wasn’t I informed of this?” the caller booms into the room. It’s quite a lovely voice, decorated with a fine roughness that edges the baritone. “You know, it’s all over the news, and I want to meet the lucky person — whoever they are.”

“Shitty hair, what do you mean that ‘I got engaged?’” the man asks, a rather strange nickname from your perspective. “Don’t try making jokes at this hour.”

“I’m not joking, Bakugou,” he says, and the name rings a familiar bell in your mind. “I mean, I get that you’re upset about Midoriya breaking up with you because of Todoroki — that happened just a few weeks ago, but I’m just really concerned that you’re making rash decisions. Do you need a break from work just to clear your mind and everything?”

It suddenly clicks in your mind as you meet the vermillion-eyed gaze of Bakugou. Of course, you haven’t paid much attention to the Pro Hero world because you have other things in your life to occupy you, so you wouldn’t really remember what exactly Pro Heroes look like, but you’re no idiot when it comes to the names. There are certain Pro Heroes that are comfortable with releasing their legal name to the public, and Ground Zero is no exception to this along with the number one Pro Hero of Japan — Deku. The implications of this conversation become more real than you have expected; rumors about Ground Zero’s relationship with Deku have been confirmed to your ears.

“I’ll call you back,” Bakugou says abruptly, silencing the caller.

Your eyes meet, and you’re thankful for the very fact that you have this blanket to keep yourself modest in front of him. The way he gazes at your body tantalizes you, eating you up with how he traces the outline of your body against these sheets. You’re with one of the top heroes of Japan — no, the number two Pro Hero. It would be a complete lie to say that you’re not freaking out, that you’ve slept with him. 

“You’re… Ground Zero?” you utter slowly, your throat constricting at the swarm of thoughts that swallow you whole.

“Keep up, won’t you?” he asks, amusement lacing his voice. “I’m surprised that you didn’t freak out the moment that you saw me in that bar.”

The bar. Of all places to meet, you met Ground Zero in a cheap bar in hopes of drinking out your worries through alcohol. You won’t deny that last night had been one of your best nights out with a stranger. Memories of him pressing hot kisses silken with his saliva against your collarbone and dipping down to your hips with a lazy smirk flash through your mind. He acted like the two of you were short on time, making sure to keep each moment between you and him drenched with vibrance and purpose. Katsuki, Katsuki, and Katsuki falling out of your lips like a mantra, the kind of chant that lures you into hell.

That all goes out the door as soon as the gravity of the implication you’re supposedly engaged to Ground Zero dawns upon you.

“The internet thinks we’re engaged,” you barely say, barely managing to let those words slip from your tongue. “How did that even —”

“Welcome to the life of a Pro Hero, sweetheart,” he says — if that’s anything of comfort. “Messes are anything but easy to clean up.”

Wait till the end!!

Kirishima Eijiro X Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You face Kirishima in the sports festival, which leads to you two in realizing a very stupid misunderstanding. Which ends up bringing you two closer than ever. Fluffy at the end.

It was beginning to become ridiculous. An entire month had almost gone by and for some reason, the whole time your close friend had only spoken a handful of words to you. It was almost as if Kirishima was purposefully putting you at a distance. Other than the few times you were forced to work with each other in class, it seemed as though your friendship was stunned to a halt. You had a good idea of why he wasn’t speaking to you. It was a complete one-eighty, you two grew incredibly close in such a short amount of time. You could almost call him your best friend, you two were all but inseparable. He was your partner for every free sparring match during class, he helped you with strength training and you helped him with studying and lessons. The girls teased you about it too, they said it was absolutely adorable. You weren’t an idiot, you could tell you were feeling something for him other than just friendship, but everything came to a sudden end.

His change in attitude started right after the attack on the USJ. You had failed to protect yourself and even ended up severely injured as a result. The villains you were put against in the collapsed zone were strong but Bakugo and Kirishima were able to strike them down without fail, even with you unable to fight. You know Kirishima had witnessed your weakness and probably realized that you would eventually cause him to get hurt if he had to defend you.

The quietness went on for weeks, it wasn’t like you didn’t e talk to Kirishima. But after rushed excuses and him running off every time, you got the hint and stopped trying. Everything seemed the same during the festival too, until your fight against him. You were incredibly excited to fight Kirishima, maybe he could finally see how strong you were and it would go back to normal.

Todoroki Shoto X Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You go for a bath in a river at the forest training camp, Mineta pervs on you stealing your clothes. Todoroki ends up saving you, giving you clothes to wear. Which happened to be his, it leads him to be real flirty.

Word Count: 2.1k

The first night at the forest training camp did not offer you a very warm welcome, literally. The air had an odd chill to it, making your bones ache slightly. You paid almost no attention to it though, preferring to focus on the views around you. They were breathtaking, you rarely ever were able to see the stars clearly since you were admitted into UA. Every summer break, you and your parents always took a camping trip.

You used to be able to sit by the edge of the lake for hours doing literally anything, sometimes you would read an entire book without realizing it, most of the time you’d bring a sketchbook and graphite trying to capture the wondrous scene in front of you. There was something incredibly calming about watching the small ripples from whatever wildlife ventured on the water clash with each other. The river at the camp had the same effect on you as the lake from your memories.

Today’s events exhausted you to your core, it wasn’t just the fight through the forest to get to the camp that took everything out of you. There were also all your classmates’ different energies bouncing off of each other. Even though you were friendly with every person in your class, dealing with all of them at once for a long amount of time was so tiring. You treasure your alone time so you snuck away before everyone went to the hot springs, hoping no one would follow. After a while just admiring the way the trees moved in the wind you started towards the river.

Here’s a few sources on the topic:

How America’s Obsession With Hula Girls Almost Wrecked Hawai’i (the site is weird but the research is legitimate, gives a good overview of the issue and references a lot of sources that are harder to get your hands on read: books)

“Pop” Goes Hawai’i: The Twentieth Century Origins of Tourism in Hawai’i and the Impact of U.S. Pop Culture on Women in the Islands of Aloha (this one is very long but a really good read)

SUMMARY: Falling hopelessly in love with Bakugou Katsuki certainly isn’t what you expected, but you’re finally ready to bring these emotions to light. 

⤏ sequel to Fireworks ⤎ BAKUGOU KATSUKI x FEM! READER WARNINGS: slow burn; bit angsty; bit steamy!! WORD COUNT: 12454 

TAG LIST: at the end of this post!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i won’t lie…this is purely self-indulgent HAHA, so a huge thank you if you do read it all. day late, but happy birthday to bakugou! this can be read as a decent stand-alone, imo. some little details from the prequels, though i feel still easy to understand w/o reading the others! 

You didn’t think you’d hate Bakugou Katsuki.

At age four, you were proven otherwise.

When his Quirk manifested, he wasn’t the same boy you carved into your mind. He had shed old skin, morphed into someone you no longer recognized. Gone was the honest and uncomplicated, the purest you’d ever see Katsuki, and in came with the excruciating cockiness and a nasty superiority complex.

He wasn’t always like that, you knew. You believed. Believed somewhere deep inside, should Katsuki let go of his inflated ego, that the little boy you spent your early childhood with still existed. Like the naïve little girl you were, you hoped he would come back to you.

After some time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

With your houses in the same neighborhood, the explosive blond was simply one of the few constants in your life. Whatever you had, you held close to your heart. You loved. You cherished. Although you weren’t exactly best friends…well, even friends for that matter, you silently appreciated his presence. It was reassuring.

Truth be told, you admired him—you were somehow always captivated by the very essence of his character. Who would have thought a small boy exuded so much confidence? He was the embodiment of sticks and stones, a natural weapon of raw power with potential to lead. He was the incarnation of victory. Bakugou Katsuki was a stark contrast to your rainbows and butterflies.

Bakugou's sharp-tongued, brash, and remarkably stubborn, that much we know. But our favorite explosion boy may have found his match in the form of one smug flirty american transfer student. With the ability to piss him off and then throw him off so much he forgets his anger, he's going to be ready to punt the woman back to her country by the time the year ends...Or will he? The young woman holds secrets, and when he discovers them, he finds himself discovering things about his world he never even knew existed.

BEST PROCEDURES TO STAY OUT OF THE HOSPITAL!!!

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1. Only high temperatures kill a virus, so let your fever run high. Tylenol, Advil. Motrin, Ibuprofen etc. will bring your fever down allowing the virus to live longer. They are saying that ibuprofen, Advil etc. will exacerbate the virus. Use common sense and don’t let fever go over 103 or 104 if you got the guts. If it gets higher than that take your Tylenol, not ibuprofen or Advil to keep it regulated. It helps to keep house warm and cover up with blankets, so body does not have to work so hard to generate the heat. It usually takes about 3 days of this to break the fever. 2. The body is going to dehydrate with the elevated temperature so you must rehydrate yourself regularly, whether you like it or not. Gatorade with real sugar, or Pedialyte with real sugar for kids, works well. Why the sugar? Sugar will give your body back the energy it is using up to create the fever. The electrolytes and fluid you are losing will also be replenished by the Gatorade. If you don’t do this and end up in the hospital, they will start an IV and give you D5W (sugar water) and Normal Saline to replenish electrolytes. Gatorade is much cheaper, pain free, and comes in an assortment of flavors