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⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari smau ˚ ༘ shared spaces

pov: kaminari moves into the spare bedroom in your apartment

　𓂃　♪　𓈒 cw: roommate!kaminari and gn!reader but feminine terms used. weezer mentioned

𓂃　★　𓈒　a/n: honestly this can be taken as romantic or platonic! i just had this idea and wanted to make a little smau out of it

How about the MHA boys who act weird because they had a nightmare about their s/o cheating on them?

do you love me..?

ᡣ𐭩: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kaminari

note: sorry for the long wait i was busy with college !

warning: fluff, f!reader

BLOCKING ANY MINOR OR AGELESS BLOGS !

deku the VIGILANTE ⚡

seros been eyeing you up all night- he does it everytime mina brings you along to one of their house partys- minas pretty coworker.

eventually- after catching sero staring for the eighth time that night, mina asks you why you won’t go for it “refuse to be one of hantas whores-” maybe it’s the way you slur when you say it, or the way the words kind of play together but your quip forces you and mina into fits of giggles and the topic is quickly forgotten.

when sero overhears it he can’t even fight the frown it sets on his face- a punch to the gut. sure, maybe he had a bit of a reputation but it’s not like that with you? had you truly thought his constant compliments and lost stares were purely just because he wanted in your pants?

and maybe that’s a part of it- infact it definitely is. but sero hasn’t been able to think of anyone but you while he fucks his fist for months and he knows that has to mean something.

bakugou “do it yourself—no—i’ll do it” katsuki.

In simple theory, you have your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, wrapped around your finger. And he can fight it all he wants, but it’s nothing if not the wholehearted truth.

“Hey, can you grab me some coffee?”

Bakugou didn’t even look up from his phone. “No. Get your own damn coffee.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, turning your attention back to your work. You didn’t miss the way Bakugou grumbled under his breath as he stood up a few moments later. When he returned, he placed a steaming cup of coffee on your desk without a word.

You hid your smile behind the rim of the cup. “Thanks, Katsuki.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, glaring at you.

-

Later that afternoon, you two were sparring in the gym in the comfort of your home—courtesy to your husband insisting that it’s a non-negotiable when arranging the first designs of your dream home together. You were struggling to move one of the heavier training dummies back into its original position, and once again you had the brilliant idea of putting your theory to the test.

What’s the point of having a husband if he doesn’t let you do things like these?

You let out an exaggerated sigh and turned to Bakugou, who was wiping sweat from his brow. For a moment, you forgot what you were about to say—momentarily distracted by how good he looks, muscles glistening and all with his signature black tank top.

Goddamn, you scored a hottie.

“Katsuki, help me move this,” you called, pointing at the dummy.

“No way,” he shot back immediately. “You’re the one who moved it there, so you deal with it.”

“Fine,” you sighed, turning back to the dummy and giving it an exaggerated shove. Before you could try again, Bakugou had stormed over, cursing at the dummy under his breath. He grabbed the dummy with one hand and effortlessly dragged it back into place.

“There. Happy now?” he grunted.

Oh, so it could be resist, then actually do it, or refuse while doing it anyway.

You smiled. “Very. Thanks, Katsuki.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his ears slightly tinged with pink.

-

By the end of the week, it had become a game for you. You’d ask for the simplest things, knowing full well that Bakugou would always refuse—only to do it anyway. Maybe it’s his love language to refuse but comply nevertheless.

“Can you pass me the remote?”

“No. Use your legs.” Hands it over.

“Can you open this jar for me?”

“Do it yourself.” Opens it in one twist.

“Can you get groceries on your way home?”

“Fuck no.” What do you mean he’s already loading the grocery bags in his car?

“Can you carry my bag for a second?”

“Die. I’m not your damn pack mule.” Carries it all the way home.

-

One evening, you two were sitting on the couch of your home, eating takeout and watching a movie. You were cuddled up with a freshly ironed blanket—thanks to Bakugou, who had done the laundry yesterday while you did the ironing when everything had dried enough—poking at your food lazily. You turned to Bakugou, your head resting on the couch cushion.

“Hey, can you grab me some water?” you asked with a sweet smile.

Bakugou glared at you, pausing mid-bite, his usual scowl in place. “No. You’ve got legs. Use ‘em.”

“Okay,” you said simply, turning your attention back to the movie.

You decided that you’ll get water once you finish this specific scene.

Bakugou lasted all of five minutes before he let out a loud groan, stomping to the kitchen and returning with a glass of water. He shoved it into your hands, his expression equal parts annoyed and resigned.

“There,” he grumbled. “Happy now?”

You took the glass with a smug grin. “Thanks, Katsuki. You’re the best.”

He sank back onto the couch, crossing his arms and glaring at the screen. “You’re so damn annoying.”

“You love me,” you said teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, his ears turning red. But he didn’t deny it.

“Married me, too. So I don’t think you mind at all.”

“Die.”

“‘til death do we part, Kats.”

And despite all his protests, you knew the truth. Katsuki Bakugou might have sworn you’d never have him wrapped around your finger, but with every little thing he did for you—grudgingly or not—you knew you had your conclusion.

Even if it’s a little bit.

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My wife Fuyumi

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on the fwb topic.. could i request a tenya one but the way he acts with yn is like nothing like just fwb 😍😿😭😻🥰😻 thank you wink

crying lightening

i.tenya

-your friend with benefits comes with wayyy more benefits.

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 1

“Yeah, sorry Mina.” A nervous chuckle leaves your throat as you press the phone to your ear. Your friend had finally calmed down, so you had to call your other friend to tell her she could enjoy the rest of her night. “I’m glad you guys hadn’t left yet, otherwise I’d feel terrible.”

After exchanging a few more words and telling her to have a goodnight, you end the call and shove the phone into your back pocket. Now you had to deal with the mess Bakugou had made trying to make it to your front door. He’d thrown himself to his feet the second your story ended and it registered to him that you’d been disrespected by a man who’d cried to him just days ago about you.

“I’ll clean it, don’t worry about it.” You noticed the way his red eyes couldn’t meet yours and the stiffness in his shoulders as you began to clean the spilled candy he’d knocked from your table. “I can’t believe you waste time on asshats like that.”

“How was your date?” He’d always disapproved of the men you had in your life, so changing the subject was the only way out of another you can do better speech. “I didn’t get any SOS texts so I assume it went well enough.”

The tiny candies are tossed into the trash while Bakugou ignores your question. He didn’t want to talk about the girl he couldn’t remember the name of or the less than worth it date he’d taken her on. You’d just scold him for being picky and tell him he’d die alone at this rate, and with the weight in his chest every time you texted him- he’d started to believe it himself.

“Kats, I’m talking to you.” Your best friend was notoriously known for being an asshole, but he never ignored your questions, he was usually over the moon to tell you every detail of his dates- including the ones you could live without ever knowing. “Are you seriously mad I wouldn’t let you ruin your career over a guy I didn’t even like that much?”

“I’m pissed.” He answers, straightening your coffee table. Returning to the spot he’d previously been sat in on your couch, he finally meets your hardened gaze and rolls his eyes. “The guys a shitty fuckin side kick, and he’s out here sleeping with other women?”

“It’s fine.” Being friends with Katsuki Bakugou had always been troublesome. He was too angry for his own good, and you hated how he let such small things set him off. You didn’t care if it was true, and the guy had slept with someone else, it was over and you wouldn’t miss him. “You know I’m okay, right?”

“Not the point, kid.” The stupid nickname he’d always used when things got tense, kid. An insult he’d called you when you were students and you struggled to keep up with his ever growing strength. “You’re not some random hookup, you shouldn’t keep letting bottom barrel no body’s treat you like one.”

“That’s what I wanted though, he wanted to date and I’m the one who said no.” Your career was important to you, so dating wasn’t something you particularly cared about. Clearly, your best friend didn’t care, rolling his eyes again as you plop beside him and throw your legs into his lap. “If wed been dating maybe I’d be upset, but we weren’t so it is what it is.”

Comfortable silence replaces the thick tension the room had been filled with just minutes ago. Something about the way his fingertips brushed lazily across your bare legs made you forget why you’d even been arguing with him in the first place. The world might know him as the explosive hero with zero people skills, but behind closed doors, he was truly one of the softest kindest people you’d ever met. Sure, it took years of friendship and many many arguments to find that heavily guarded part of him burried under the thicker less bearable layers of his personality- but once you did, he never hid it from you again.

“I’m crashing here tonight, I’ll shower in the morning.” His voice sounded distant, like he’d been a thousand miles away as he stared blankly out the window beside him. You’d learned he zoned out far too often and his mind just spoke itself. “Since someone had to fight me for 30 minutes and now I don’t have time.”

“Uh huh, blame me.” You weren’t usually one to drop an argument, especially one you knew you’d when. But you were enjoying the soft glide of his fingers running up and down your shin to even try to argue. “I have to be out by 6. The train leaves at 6:10, so try not to be an ass in the morning.”

You preferred public transport, so waking up early was just a part of your routine now. Your poor car had hardly driven a mile in months, sitting sadly in the car park. Driving was for people with no patience, and you had plenty.

“I’ll take you to work on my way in, so I can buy you coffee as an I’m sorry.” And so he could spend a few extra minutes with you, he tells himself silently. “I could pop in and scare your students into behaving.”

“No. they already assume you’re my husband bevause you’re there so often.” It was true. Your students had asked you a thousand times if the two of you lived together, if Dynamite was a good husband, and all the things that made you laugh uncomfortablly at 7 in the morning. “Plus, you know if Mr. Aizawa sees you again he’ll kick your ass. I know you miss your bestie all day- but please try to control yourself.”

“Not possible. I’ve been tryin to control myself- but yaknow, someone needs pants or a coffee or a damn charger everyday.” He smirks, blocking your foot from nudging him in faux annoyance. “Just because I’m a Hero doesn’t mean you can keep usin me like this.”

“Yeah? How do you suggest I use you then Dynamite?” Your stupid question had left your mouth before you even realized how it sounded, causing your face to burn and your feet to retract from his lap to allow you to burry your face in your knees. “Fuckin hell, ignore that- I didn’t mean for that to sound so suggestive.”

“Nah, I get it. You’re totally into me.”

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Just had to let yall know their dynamic, fun stuff happens soon.

Also waited until midnight to post because ITS MY BIRTHDAY GANG!!!

-Parchy💖

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