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featuring ⋮ bakugo katsuki x gn!reader ⸝⸝ dragging your sleepy boyfriend back to bed after a long night.

It’s late.

The TV’s still on, some show playing low in the background. Bakugo’s out cold on the couch—one arm slung over his eyes, legs half off the cushion, mouth parted just enough to snore.

You stand in the doorway, glass of water in hand, watching him breathe.

“Babe.” Your voice is soft, but firm. No answer.

“You’re gonna get a cramp sleeping like that.” Still nothing.

You set the glass down on the table and kneel by the couch, nudging his arm. “C’mon. Get up. Come to bed.”

Bakugo grumbles, shifting just enough to tighten the blanket around himself like you’re the one bothering him.

“M’fine,” he mutters, voice rough with sleep.

“You’re not fine. Your neck’s gonna hate you in the morning.”

He doesn’t open his eyes. Just tugs you closer by the wrist, pulling you halfway onto the couch with him. “Then stay here,” he mumbles, voice low, warm breath brushing your skin. “Don’t care.”

You sigh, running your fingers through his hair.

“I do care,” you whisper back. “Now get up.”

It takes a while. Some gentle shoves. A lot of groaning. A sleepy “fuck off” or two. But eventually, you drag him off the couch and into the bedroom, both of you half-sleeping, stumbling under the weight of his stubbornness.

—

The lights are off now.

Bakugo pulls you into bed with him, arms wrapping tight around your waist as he buries his face against your chest. His breath is warm, lips brushing the fabric of your shirt, fingers curling at your side like you might disappear if he lets go.

You rest your hand on the back of his head, smoothing your fingers through his hair.

“Go to sleep, Katsuki,” you murmur.

“M’tryin’.”

You keep playing with his hair until his breathing evens out and somewhere in between, yours does too.

Them with a gamer S/O

A/n: Hello peps, thanks for all the love and kindness. And I really hurt my hip walking to safeway on wednesday I have very bendable legs so if I'm walking on uneven ground and I hit it the wrong way it really hurts anyway (👁ˋ _ ˊ 👁)

Paring:league of villans (others) x s/o reader (seperate)

Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki, dabi, Kai Chisaki, Geten, Rody Soul, Toga, Mr Compress

Contains:fluff;sfw

Tomura

Tomura loved having a player two

Even if your taste in games made absolutely no sense to him.

Tomura spent hours raging at competitive games while you sat peacefully beside him playing things like Tomodachi Life completely unbothered.

“You literally just watch little people walk around,” Tomura muttered once while glancing over from his game.

You gasped dramatically.

“They have lives.”

“Tch. Fake ones.” he huffed out

Despite making fun of it constantly, he still watched you play all the time.

Especially when your Miis started interacting.

One evening, you were showing him the island while sitting beside him on the couch.

Tomura leaned closer slightly as you scrolled through all the characters.

Then suddenly:

“Wait.”

You blinked.

Tomura pointed directly at two Miis wandering nearby.

The ones based off you and him.

“Bring those two together.”

You stared at him.

“…What.”

“The Miis,” he grumbled. “Make them fall in love or whatever.”

You immediately started laughing.

Tomura looked annoyed instantly.

“Shut up.”

“You care about the Miis?!” you say

“I don’t care,” he argued. “I’m just saying it, you know.”

Sure.

Meanwhile for the next hour, Tomura became weirdly invested in your tiny virtual selves.

Every time the Miis interacted he’d lean forward slightly.

And when another Mii tried talking to yours?

“Oh hell no,” Tomura muttered. “Reject him..kill him”

You laughed so hard you almost dropped the console.

Then finally, after forever, your Mii confessed to his.

The second your Mii said yes to his love confession, Tomura actually grinned.

“Tch. Knew it.”

Meanwhile he looked way too pleased over two tiny digital versions of you dating on a fake island.

Dabi

Dabi surprisingly took Bayonetta Origins: Cereza and the Lost Demon very seriously.

At least… the parts where he got to control Cheshire.

You sat beside him holding your controller while guiding Cereza carefully through the forest.

Meanwhile Dabi immediately started causing problems.

“Dabi.”

“What?”

“You’re literally running away.”

Cheshire sprinted off screen while your poor character struggled behind.

Dabi snorted beside you.

“Keep up.”

“You’re supposed to protect me!” you huffed out

“Nah. Builds character.”

You glared at him while trying to solve a puzzle.

The second you almost figured it out, Cheshire suddenly smacked something he absolutely wasn’t supposed to.

The entire puzzle reset.

Silence.

Slowly, you turned toward him.

Dabi was already grinning.

“You suck.”

“You did that on purpose!” you said

“Maybe.”

You shoved his shoulder.

Dabi only laughed harder before leaning back against the couch lazily.

Still, despite constantly sabotaging you, he was actually really good at the combat parts.

The second enemies showed up, Cheshire tore through them easily while Dabi muttered things like:

“Move left.”

“No not that left.” he was annoying

“Damn, you almost died.”

“You’re stressing me out!” you huffed

“That’s the fun part.”

Eventually, after nearly getting your character killed for the fifth time, you threatened to stop playing with him entirely.

Dabi immediately paused.

“…Alright, alright.”

A beat.

Then quieter

“But you gotta admit we make a pretty good team.”

Unfortunately…He was right.

Toga

Himiko Toga treated your Animal Crossing island like it belonged to both of you.

The second you opened the game, she was already pressed against your side watching the screen way too closely.

“Go talk to that one!”

“I just did.” you mumbled out

“Do it again.”

You laughed quietly while walking your character across the island.

Meanwhile Toga pointed at random things every few seconds like she was directing traffic.

“Catch that fish!” “Ooo buy that dress!” “No no no, hit her with the net.”

You looked over at her

“…Why would I do that we like Judy?”

“I wanna see what happens!”

Of course she did.

At some point, Toga ended up practically half laying across you while continuing to tell you exactly what to do.

“Nooo don’t sell that furniture!”

“It’s ugly though.” you say

Toga immediately gasped dramatically and grabbed your arm.

“Don’t say that!”

You snorted.

“It literally looks terrible.”

“That’s why it’s cute!”

You stared at the wooden block chair on screen.

“Toga.”

“What?” she laughed. “I like ugly things.”

The words came out way too fast.

Then slowly, her grin widened while her eyes drifted up toward you instead of the game.

A beat of silence passed.

“Oh kinda rude ” you said.

Toga giggled immediately after you said oh

“You figured it out! Your much cuter though”

You laughed while lightly pushing her forehead away.

Meanwhile Toga just buried herself closer against your shoulder still grinning like crazy.

“Keep the chair,” she mumbled. “It matches us.”

Geten

Geten did not understand your horse girl game at all.

At first, he’d only glance at the screen occasionally while you played Uma Musume beside him.

“…Why do they have horse ears.”

“They’re horse girls.”

“That does not answer the question.”

Still, despite acting confused constantly, Geten somehow started paying attention anyway.

Mostly during the races.

You’d be focused intensely on the screen while your Uma sprinted across the track and Geten would quietly watch beside you pretending he wasn’t invested.

Then one race

Your girl lost right at the end.

You gasped dramatically in betrayal.

Meanwhile beside you, Geten frowned immediately.

“…What.”

“She lost!” he yelled

Geten stared at the screen like it personally offended him.

“How.”

“She doesn't have enough guts!” you said

“That is a poor strategy.”

You laughed.

But the next race was worse.

Your Uma got passed at the last second again.

This time Geten actually sat up straighter.

“No shes clearly the best out of these”

You blinked over at him.

Geten narrowed his eyes at the screen with genuine irritation.

“She was clearly ahead.” he said

“It happens sometimes!”

“That is unfair.” he huffs out

You tried not to laugh seeing how seriously he suddenly took your silly racing game.

Then, during the next race, Geten quietly leaned closer beside you while watching intensely.

The second your Uma started falling behind he frowned immediately.

“…Tell her to run faster.”

“She can’t hear me, Geten it's a game”

A pause.

Then, completely serious:

“She is disappointing me let me train her next time.”

Kai Chisaki

Kai Chisaki found your rhythm game deeply irritating.

At least that’s what he claimed.

Every time you opened Colorful Stage! around him, Kai would sigh quietly from across the room like you personally offended him.

“The noise is excessive.”

“It’s music.”

“It’s loud.”

And yet somehow, he always stayed nearby while you played.

Usually sitting at his desk working while the songs filled the room.

One evening, you were trying to full combo a difficult song while Kai reviewed paperwork beside you.

Your fingers moved frantically across the screen.

Then—

MISS.

You groaned loudly.

Kai didn’t even glance up.

“You lost focus halfway through.”

You immediately looked at him.

“You were watching?”

“I have ears.” he huffed out

Rody Soul

Rody Soul would happily watch you play literally anything.

He didn’t even care about the game half the time.

He just liked being near you.

Usually that meant pulling you directly into his lap while you played.

“This is distracting,” you complained as Rody wrapped both arms around your waist from behind.

“You’re still playing though.” Barely

Especially because every few minutes Rody would absentmindedly squeeze at your sides or love handles while watching the screen over your shoulder.

You were currently trying very hard not to die in Minecraft.

Trying very hard

“Rody—” you say

“What?”

His hands squeezed your sides again.

Your character immediately walked directly off a cliff.

You gasped dramatically.

“NO!”

Rody burst out laughing behind you while you scrambled to save your stuff.

“That one wasn’t my fault!” He said

“You literally attacked me!”

“I touched you!”

“That’s WORSE!” you rolled your eyes

Still laughing, Rody buried his face against your shoulder while his hands rested comfortably against your waist again.

A few moments later, you were carefully crossing a lava pit with full concentration.

Then squeeze... ..You died in lava

Silence.

Rody froze.

You slowly turned your head toward him.

“…Rody.”

He immediately started laughing again.

“I’m sorry! Your sides are just right there!”

Meanwhile even while apologizing, his hands were still comfortably holding onto your waist like he had no plans of moving them anytime soon.

Mr Compress

Atsuhiro genuinely did not understand your fashion games.

He tried.

He really did.

But every time you opened Shining Nikki, he’d stare at the screen in confusion.

“So the objective is… clothes?”

There’s lore too.” you Giggle out

“…There’s lore?”

Still, despite not understanding it at all, Atsuhiro always lingered nearby while you played.

Usually trying to convince you to play cards with him instead.

“Darling, surely a nice game of poker is more entertaining than digital dresses.”

“No.” you say

“Tragic.”

Eventually he’d give up and just settle beside you dramatically on the couch instead.

One evening, you were busy putting together an outfit in-game while Atsuhiro rested beside you watching quietly.

At first he made little comments.

“That hat is absurd.”

“Ooo, that one’s elegant.”

“Why does she own seventy pairs of shoes?”

You laughed softly while continuing to customize a new outfit.

Meanwhile Atsuhiro slowly got quieter beside you.

At some point, his head ended up resting against your shoulder.

Then eventually your lap.

You glanced down briefly.

He was half asleep already.

One arm loosely wrapped around your waist while he listened to the game music quietly in the background.

You smiled a little before going back to dressing up your character.

A few moments later, Atsuhiro mumbled sleepily without opening his eyes:

“The blue dress was prettier…”

You blinked.

“So you were paying attention.”

this was so fun to make lol

ʚɞPromposal

Synopsis:Req!

Warnings:swearing, Fem!reader implied

Featuring:Katsuki.B, Shoto.T, Eijiro.K, Denki.K, Hanta.S, Izuku.M.

Collaboration

Hawks x Male!Reader Summary: Two kids were placed in rooms beside each other by an organization, the Hero Commission. One boy is curious about the other while the other is ignoring him. Once they grew up, the boy was still curious about the latter and decided to take matters into his own hands. Afterall, the commission couldn’t stop two known Pro-Heroes from interacting.. So what’s stopping them both?

★☽A/N: I’ll admit, I had writer’s block for the longest time and I’m a bit sad with myself because I love writing so… I’m apologizing for myself and you guys for not getting you guys your meals hehehe! So, I do hope you guys enjoyed this after a long break!! <33

Contents: FLUFF? Little to no angst - Suggestive Quirk: Lumininokenesis User has the ability to manipulate light by his will. He is able to manipulate it based on what he desires– to make bows, arrows, swords, and all sorts of weapons– to blind someone with light. THe light can only be from the sun and so his energy can only be replenished by the sun. At night, he’s very sleepy.

Nothing but a puppet, Keigo was trained in isolation, no interactions except the members of the commission. It was days of isolation and training, all worth it for his mom… at least that’s what he believes. It was different– but it was much better than before, better than getting beaten for nothing by his criminal father. Everything, he always felt grateful for the commission, even when their requests are.. Demanding.

Even with such loyalty to them and the president, he still stayed the black cat that awaits to be killed by curiosity. One of his various curiosities was the stranger next door. His room was big and decorated with fighting equipment and other necessities. What was strange was the thin wall between him and a mysterious room. He didn’t know who and what was in there, but he could hear things from his side, pressing his ear against the concrete wall and picking up the strange sounds.

Sometimes he hears grunting. Sometimes he hears shouting. Sometimes he hears things move around. The most often thing he had heard was the quiet sounds of sobbing. It was quiet yet audible, apparent that whoever is crying is trying to hide it. He would knock on the wall, hoping for a reply, but only found sudden silence from the other side. By that point, people would typically give up.

Not Keigo. He would continue this routine every single day from the moment he walked into his room. The boy didn’t know what he was hoping for. A knock back perhaps? He had no reason to do this but yet continued as if it’s such a sacred duty. He honestly believed that he would– one day– receive a response from the other side.

And as he got older, he had never stopped doing it until he was allowed to have a place of his own. And when he finally got that privilege, he knocked one last time on the wall and waited– like years ago– but had no reply. By now, he had accepted the fact that it could’ve been imaginary, just a figment of something he made to keep some of his sanity.

Another Bakugo x reader piece, this one is taking place over the years with the main focus being after the manga ends. In other words, they're both grown up, might contain some spoilers for those not caught up to the manga ending. Nor that extra chapter.

Contains cursing, mentions of drinking.

No beta-reading.

I should be asleep, but I was bored and ended up with this... Might do some more adult BnHA writing if enough interests.

Chapter: Bakugo 

Loving Bakugo Katsuki was like a double-edged sword. 

It started off during their time in the U.A, an unexpected discovery about herself that shook her a bit. Nothing ever really happened for ages, not during the first year - nor the War against the Liberation Army. Not after their graduation, at least nothing that could be talked about - nothing that could be gushed over drinks with friends. Over time, Bakugo grew from an angry Pomeranian guy with attitude issues to someone people looked up to, and could rely on. 

Even if he kept some of his attitude-issues. 

Watching him grow lit something up in her chest, seeing the way he slowly started to see Deku as more than a pebble (according to him). Kirishima and Kaminari became the one of the few, who could get away with a lot of stuff most others couldn’t, even Todoroki had earned his begrudging respect. She didn’t know when exactly he started to make sure she was always within his sight, but by the time they graduated it had become a habit of sorts. 

They weren’t in the same Hero agency, their Quirks being too different, but they were in the same area - close enough that they could hang out after work, stay in touch and have occasional drinks together, sometimes either Kirishima or Midoriya would join them. Sometimes they’d both join, watching the two with knowing looks but not saying much about the elephant in the room. Not since she’d spilled to them about being already rejected by Bakugo once. 

Not since Bakugo had told them about wanting to do this on his own terms.

Their friendship was always a topic of gossip amongst the girls, at least until she turned it around and questioned Uraraka about her and Midoriya. This earned her a blushing gravity-girl, and denial. At the very least, she never denied her feelings towards Bakugo, she thought. Even if they were one-sided. 

Even if nothing would come out of it.

She’d long accepted it, choosing to focus on Hero work instead.

Still, it didn’t hurt her heart whenever she saw a rumour about Bakugo being seen with another girl. It made her doubt everything he’s ever said and done, leading her to the current. 

Sitting in the bar she liked to frequent, sitting in a semi-hidden corner with Sake in her hand. Too often, she’d think about the War against the Villains during her U.A times. Too often, she’d think about what-ifs. Too often, she thought of the pain and guilt Aoyama carried when it was revealed he was the traitor within their ranks. A shock they hadn’t quite known how to handle. 

Too often, she’d imagine seeing Bakugo Katsuki lying on the ground, heart not beating. 

Something moved in front of her, making her blink and look up from her Sake, only to instantly regret it. There he sat, staring at her with eyes narrowed in a barely contained familiar anger. Bakugo Katsuki. Her phone rested on the table next to her hand, riddled with countless missed calls and unread texts from Bakugo, and others. It’d rang, but she chose to ignore it. At some point, she’d muted it, upon a drunken complaint from someone who got annoyed at the constant ringing. 

“Why the fuck weren’t you responding?” Bakugo growled, counting the amount of empty sake bottles, taking in the redness on her cheeks. 

She held the half-filled cup, lazily, “As you can see, been busy,” her words slurred, she didn’t even bother to hide her state. Nor her hurt. 

He knew she’d seen the article, he could see the article staring back at them from her phone before screen went black, he’d hunted down the writer and given him Bakugo-style warning and told him to fucking correct it or deal with consequences (Kirishima and Midoriya had to prevent from doing anything more). It was another thing to actually see her like this.

Bakugo flinched, it was rare for her to get mad. For her to actually ignore him, to not answer his calls. He couldn’t recall the last time she’d done it, not to this extent. Not to where she ignored everyone. It was only his luck that she’d chosen to go to a bar she was familiar with, and one he knew. He eyed their surroundings, noticing a few patrons watching them with curiosity. Some recognising them, some giving him looks he was too familiar with. 

Some were watching her with a look he didn’t like at all. 

She might be a Hero in the Top 50, but she was still a woman. A drunk one, he thought. 

“...If you’d answered, you’d know that article is nothing more than a bullshit lie,” he spat, reaching over to pull her drink away only to be swatted by her hand. 

She gave him a look as she devoured the rest of her drink, licking her lips. 

“Haven’t you had enough?”

“What does it have to do with you?” 

“You’re fucking drunk.”

“Whether I am or not has nothing to do with you, Bakugo.” 

“It has EVERYTHING to do with me,” she snorted, shoving her finger at the screen, forcing the phone to light up and showing it to him. The image of a woman and Bakugo hugging, her lips on his, haunted her. 

Logically, she knew she had no right to be pissed. To feel hurt, to get drunk and try to ignore him like this. They weren’t together, he didn’t owe her anything even if he had been staying over at her place more than normal. Even if he was the first person she talked to in the mornings. Even if he made sure she was eating properly, that she didn’t forget to take care of herself while busy with Hero work. 

Even if this wasn’t the first claim that Bakugo was dating someone else, not the first scandal by someone who wanted to make a few quick bucks. Not the first time he had to clear things up with her. But this time…

“Cause of the article?” 

Had she been sober, she’d see steam from his palms. “For fuck’s sake, it was staged by that shit-head!” He slammed the desk with a force that caused the bottle to rattle. A few eyes glanced at them, he ignored them. “I told the writer to rescind this fucking article, I told him to correct his fucking mistake and say that I was already seeing someone else - gave him your fucking picture!” 

He hadn’t planned on telling her any of that, Bakugo realised his slip a bit too late but the hurt in her face was too much for him. Honestly, he was surprised how easily she believed those lies. In his mind, they’d been a thing for a while now. 

Why else would he be staying over, sleeping next to her? Sharing the bed, even if nothing happened besides holding hands. Why’d he bring her around to his family dinners, letting his mother gush over her without allowing her to be scared off? She’d been doing the same with him.

It’d seem that everyone but them knew they were a thing. Or were already claimed, Bakugo just had to make that clear to avoid any future scandals. He’d been planning on asking her to move in with him properly, before that article came out and she left him waiting cold. He’d been staring at the key in his pocket, ready to blow a fuse. 

She blinked, his words barely registering…until they did. Her jaw dropped.

“...Huh?” Did she hear…him right? “Dating … whom?” 

“You, dumbass,” Bakugo pulled the sake cup out of her hands, and called for the bill. “You’ve had enough of drinks, now let’s fucking go home.” He gestured for the bill to be brought over, wanting to get out of here. 

“No! Wait, what?” She was confused. “...Who did you just say you’re dating?” 

Bakugo groaned, before he smashed their lips together. 

Her breath smelled like alcohol, fruity and rice wine. 

She blinked as he pulled away, cheeks slightly red. 

“Since when?” 

He gave her a look, before paying the bill despite her protest. “Since we started hanging out at each other's family events,” he answered, helping her stand and ensuring all her things were grabbed along. “Izuku did tell me, I should’ve been more clear with you.” 

“You never said a thing!” 

Bakugo huffed, “Neither did you.” 

He’d gotten used to navigating around this bar, thankful that the patrons here were more trustworthy than in other places. That they could talk and chill without paparazzi stalking them. 

“Because I thought…” 

“Have you seen me doing something I don’t want to? Be this close to someone I don’t like?” 

She shook her head, eyes widened. “Did you actually tell them to write an article about you and I?” 

Bakugo nodded, looking annoyed at the mere fact she was doubting him. That it took her this long to realise they were already together. That she was his person, and he was hers. Bakugo Katsuki was never big on labels,  his actions spoke louder than words. 

“Wait, which picture did you give them?!” She suddenly asked, hoping it wasn’t anything too scandalous or where she looked too homey. 

“You’ll see it tomorrow, now let’s go home. I’m tired as fuck and you need to sober up,” Bakugo smirked, stopping a taxi and pushing her in. He followed, gave the address to a startled driver, who gaped at the two known Heroes. 

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Warnings: fox quirk!reader, muzzling, injuries (scratched knees). Touya is around 9 and reader is about 10.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: I got some inspo for my oc nd decided to turn it into an insert, it’s very self-indulgent nd actually part of something a little bigger I wanna do T-T

It was a little bit rude of you to interrupt his outside playing, his scooter time in the street outside his house. It was his time to be silly and race the shadows of the pigeons flying above him, his time to scuff his knees and stick his tongue out at the kids walking home from after school club. But you ruined it with your whimpering and pitiful crying, somewhere behind the across-the-street-neighbour’s bins. 

Touya crunches to a halt beside the boxes and cans, hearing shuffling and whining the closer he rolls towards them. He intents to tell you off, that this is his street and not yours, that kids play hide n seek down at the park or in their gardens, and he also intends to chase you away on his scooter, showing you how fast and how crazy he is,

“You’re not allowed back here, it’s dirty and not yours,” he begins, lisp pronounced with the absence of one of his front teeth, “You need to go away,” Touya squats and pushes a bin bag out of the way, socked feet and a plush tail appearing before him. You’re cowering, eyes glistening with tears and nose running, short pointed fangs glinting in the amber light of the afternoon sun. Instead of letting his scooter drop to the floor, Touya gently lowers it to rest against a box of recycling, icicle eyes never leaving yours. You start to cry again when he doesn’t say anything, silent with a wobbling chin.