I Saw Ur Hc Set Abt Bakugo And Cute Things He Does, I Thought It Was Super Good! I'm Not Sure If U Have

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denki likes making out with you in almost-public.

making out with you while he’s on the phone. he’s biting and sucking in the soft skin of your neck as you bite back whines aching to spill out your mouth while listening to sero rave about a boss he’s trying to beat in elden ring that denki is dodging a fade with in his own game. he pulls off, saying “yeah bro, you’re better than me i’m not even trynna bother that dude.” and his friend laughs in response, continuing his rant. he then goes on mute and immediately devours your lips, gripping your hips as you move your body in sync with his on his lap. when sero asks him a question he unmutes to answer, then goes back on mute until it’s his que to talk again. when sero eventually hangs up, he looks at you with a lovesick expression and shit eating grin.

straight up tongue kissing you in the unisex bathroom of the arcade you and your friends went out to a group. he got tired of trying to control himself for your sake. if it was up to him, he would’ve pulled you on his lap and made out with you right in front of everybody. but, he realizes he needs to have a little decorum. so he decided to do everyone a favor and sneak off with you to finally have you to himself. although, he does get a kick off you trying to pull yourself back together when he leads you back to everyone as if his tongue wasn’t just down your throat.

or even, pulling you into secret corners of the hallway to steal a quick make out session before class. his hands are placed on your waist at the hem of your skirt threatening to go too low, rhythmically sucking on your bottom lip like it’s candy. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he gets a taste of your lips before he has to sit in class and act like he doesn’t wanna kiss you again, sitting you on your desk and sucking at your neck like he’s a vampire out for blood. but again– decorum.

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★﹒₊‧ how they crush

Hantas feelings develop over time, but he is entirely in the dark about them until one day when he looks over at you and sees your gorgeous & sleepy expression on your face, still smiling over to him in the middle of your movie night when it all hits him. He's in love with his best friend.

Love at first sight type of magic. You enamored Izuku from the moment you stepped into his line of sight. You're just so...pretty. Perfectly crafted by whatever beings are in control. You are in 3 of his classes, and he seriously spends his free time in those classes just staring at you. Well, he is not blatantly staring. He does try to keep it discreet, laying his head down the desk and slightly opening his eyes so that he can see you focusing on wtv you're doing.

Katsuki's feelings developed steadily. At first, there was nothing at all; then he found himself staring at you longer, then he caught himself wondering about you; what you were doing, what you liked to do, if he could help you in your studies? Unlike everything else he does, katsuki pines after you quietly. Watching you from afar, silently hoping you'll notice him but also hoping you won't see him looking at you with such admiration. He somehow manages to bring you into conversation without his friends questioning it. Still, it wasn't until one night you convinced him to sneak out of the dorms a little past curfew to get some snacks from the nearby store that he realizes all he has done and is willing to do for you is because he's in love with you.

thinking abt band member sero falling for the daughter of their recently signed major music executive.

roommates w/ hanta sero

moodboard + hc

being his roommate:

- definitely found out you needed a roommate through a friend of a friend. “heard you were looking for a hottie to live with?” “i’m joking i’m sorry. please i really need a place to live.”

- first week living together he went completely broke buying a playstation, and for two weeks after that he would send you texts along the lines of “hey so if i asked you to buy this for me would you want me dead, yes or no?” and if you EVER told him no: “okay so the answer is is yes, you do want me dead.”

- the first time you ever “talked” to his friends was when he forced you to play roblox with him and they were on the phone. by the end of the night, your stomach hurt so bad from laughing because sero actually SUCKS at roblox obbys. the moment he makes a single jump and lands it, he drops his phone and raises his fists in the air in celebration. every. single. time. on the other hand, sero is KILLER at the horror games on roblox. unfortunately denki on the other end of the phone always manages to fuck something up and sero always loses his damn mind, yelling and pointing at his phone as if kami is right there in front of him. “BRO MOVE. FUCKING MOVE.” “this is the THIRD TIME denki.” “i’m not gonna play anything with you ever again.” (they literally played 7 hours later)

- made you do ice breakers the first day moving in, elementary school style. favorite color, worst fear, favorite animal, etc. you guys sat crisscrossed in front of each other, on the floor of your bare and empty apartment. he literally would not let you move a single piece of your furniture until he knew “who you were” because he didn’t want to “move in with a stranger”.

- once you two were comfortable enough (which didn’t take long AT ALL. 2 weeks TOPS) he was never in his own room. bed rotting phone time? yeah, he was in your bed. he needed to vent? sprawled out on your floor as you pretended to pay attention. there were times when you came home from being out to find him making himself at home in your room.

- one of his favorite things to do to you was stress you out. he’d learned to space it out pretty well so he could make sure you believed his antics each time. one of his favorite pranks he ever pulled was calling you to tell you that he had been hit by someone on a bike in the parking lot outside y’all’s apartment. when you practically ran to the front door, you opened it to see him laughing his ass off at the fact that you even believed him. you immediately shut the door in his face and locked him out and he spent the next 30 minutes texting you with messages like “bae please i’m sorry” “IM ON MY KNEES PLEASE LET ME IN” “i miss you…😢”

- LOVED springing impromptu “date days” (that’s what he called them) on you. the amount of times you would get a text from him saying “guess what we’re doing😁” and it spanned from him impulsively buying six flags tickets, to signing you both up for a zumba class because he saw a random flyer in the men’s restroom. and of course you went with him every time (you had no choice).

- insanely huge fan of night drives. if you and him hadn’t seen each other very much that day, he would peek in your room to suggest driving around. you were never one to refuse. the both of you had a blended playlist (that he FORCEDDD you to make with him day 1 just to “see if you were compatible”) that would blast through the speakers, but the two of you were always louder than the music because scream singing in his car was a must.

- he figured out pretty quickly that he loved when you played with his hair. it started a random night when you silently and mindlessly braided his hair, his head in your lap, as you watched a tv show you both started on a whim. he fell asleep so fast. since then, any time he wanted to wind down he would ask you to play with his hair. “i need your hands on my head” is how he always phrased it and every time you would raise an eye brow at him. “okay stop it freak, you know that’s not what i mean.” and within 10 minutes he was OUT every single time.

- did NOT like sharing you with his friends. “they just don’t know you like i do.” “yeah because i don’t know them…” “exactly and we’re gonna keep it that way.” on days where he would drag you along to a hang out with the guys, he was always at the ready to smack denki upside the head if he was one step out of line.

- he was quick to pick up on girl talk and include himself in literally EVERY conversation you had with your friends. he loved to act out scenes to really get the image of the situation. “okay now imagine i’m that bitch you hate having a shift with.” and if you didn’t say what he thought you should have: “god, we have to switch because you’re so ass at this.” “no the correct response would be to get in her face and say her teeth are crooked and she needs a new dentist. try again.”

- board game nights were absolutely essential to a healthy roommate environment. the first time you ever declined a board game night, he put a speaker outside your bedroom door blaring evanescence at max volume until you gave in. his favorite to play was headbands: act it out edition because he said “you move like a monkey when we play this game” and he loved having an excuse to laugh at you.

- the two of you constantly passed out on the couch together. you spent most of your nights eating together while talking over a show in the background, and it always ended with him sprawled out on top of you, drooling on your stomach. unfortunately, he was a really hard sleeper and wouldn’t wake up unless you pushed him off the couch and onto the floor, but 8 times out of 10, you just fell asleep with him. if he woke in the morning before you did, he would carry you to your bed and situate the both of you under the covers, falling back asleep until you eventually woke up.

- if you EVER went on a date or showed interest in another human being, he would NEVER let it go. “your new boyfriend gonna move in with us soon?” and he would be like that even if you just mentioned thinking someone was cute. if you were out on a date, best believe you would come back home to him patiently waiting on the couch, immediately on your ass the second you’re in the door. “are they as cool as me?” “be honest, should i just go ahead and kill myself?” “this lowkey feels like you just stabbed me 17 times in the stomach but it’s fine. i don’t even care.”

- he was a sucker for a tiktok trend. “y/n can we do this?” “isn’t that a trend that couples do?” “we’re literally married, what are you talking about.” he would find a new trend nearly every day and add it to a folder called “time to turn up” and if there was a ever a day you were both free, that was the first thing y’all did.

- an absolute sucker for cuddling and he would typically be the little spoon, which you never complained about. on days where you weren’t feeling your best, mentally or physically, he was always right there. if he found you rotting away in your room, he never left. “scooch it.” he would try to forcefully let himself into your space, and if you wouldn’t budge: “cmon babe, you gotta work with me here” and you were always quick to give in because you knew he meant well. these were typically the times he would set aside the title of little spoon and give it to you for however long you needed it.

- he loved to bring home treats, whether it be food or not, and have it ready for you when you came home. “yeah i was out today and saw that and thought of you.” “i figured you’d need a sweet treat when you got home.” and it was always something either incredibly stupid or insanely thoughtful, no in between.

- arguments never lasted long in your apartment. sero was stubborn but he knew when to call it quits and would usually just agree to disagree with you, even if he KNEW you were right. in moments where you refused to talk with him after the fact, he would send you videos he had saved on instagram that he knew would make you laugh every time. “oh come on, you love me too much to stay mad at me.” “want me to kiss you and make it all better?” and usually he would force a kiss on your cheek while you tried to fight him off.

i do not remember writing this.

a/n: i kinda wrote this while thinking abt seroki. also it’s 2:20am rn so i might delete this when i wake up.

you lay awake under the cool sheets with him. you’ve both come down from the high and he is sleeping soundly curled next to you. his skin touching yours. but you find yourself not being able to drift off as smoothly as he did, mind too busy over analyzing every detail of the dinner you had with his father hours prior.

how his smirk grew when his dad called you such names and warned him how you would ‘bring him down in his career’. you couldn’t help but wonder if shouto was only interested in you so get could get back at his dad in a way. picking the most damaged, low life he could find to bring home. you knew his dad wouldn’t exactly approve of your ‘lifestyle’ to say, but you never thought your one and only would let all the insults wash over before defending you, if you could even call it that.

“they’ll only bring you down in life, think about your career, Sho!”

“so! want me to go marry one of the perfectly selected girls i know you have lined up for me?! how sick are you! i don’t care what you think of my partner because your two cents don’t matter to me!”

not even really defending you. just insulting him. throwing more salt in the wound his father has for being so absent in his life.

you didn’t think twice about the way he wiped the tears you wept in the taxi home away and carried you to the bedroom when you got home. in that moment you just needed to be loved by him. and he did that. but hours later, in the almost morning, you rethink everything. you wish you had the courage to start a fight about this whole ordeal. how you truly didn’t feel like he loved you, just loved the reaction he got from his dad. you’ve planned out exactly what you’d say too but you won’t because you’ve grown too attached to this life you created with him. even if this safe heaven for you is just a little bonus for pissing his dad off.

ITS JUST A KISS

Monoma… is broke. That is, until, he starts working part time in Recovery Girl’s office by copying her quirk. It’s all going well until a certain someone shows up with injuries that need to be healed…

inspired by this post! monoma x fem!reader, fluff <3

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“Kirishima, Y/n— you’re up next.” 

Y/n takes in a deep breath before she steps onto the platform. Today’s class is combat practice, and students were put in pairs assigned by Mr. Aizawa. Y/n’s up against Kirishima— and he’s great! But that’s the problem. He’ll definitely be a tough opponent. 

“Whoever gets the other to step off the platform first— or to surrender, will win.” 

Kirishima gives Y/n a determined grin as he hardens his arm, and Y/n returns the favor as she powers up her own quirk. 

“And… fight!” 

Kirishima throws a punch, Y/n dodges. Y/n kicks Kirishima’s leg. Kirishima gets a hit in on Y/n’s side, then Y/n punches him right in the chest. It goes on like this, each of them landing hits one after the other. Everyone is watching the fight closely, excited to see who will win in the end. Then, a loud noise is heard, causing Y/n to turn her head. 

“I am here!” All Might exclaims, and Y/n gets a tiny bit distracted from her fight because, hello, it’s All Might! 

Wait, focus— fangirl about All Might later! She looks back over to Kirishima, and his hand flies right out to her face. She stumbles backward, and falls onto the green grass next to the platform. Right out of bounds. 

“Kirishima wins this round.” Aizawa says, “Y/n, are you okay?” 

“Yeah…” Y/n didn’t hit her head on the ground or anything, but she puts her hand on her forehead and sees that it has some blood on it. 

“Ah, shit. Sorry Y/n! I didn’t mean to hit your head like that, it wasn’t very manly of me.” Kirishima offers his hand out and helps Y/n stand up. 

“That’s okay,” she smiles, “nothing Recovery Girl can’t fix later. Good fight!” 

The cut on her head wasn’t bad enough to cause great concern, but Aizawa sent Y/n down to Recovery Girl’s office anyways. 

Dang, I really wanted to see Momo go up against Uraraka, Y/n thinks as she knocks on the door to the nurses office. 

“Come on in.” A voice— definitely not Recovery Girl’s voice, says. Y/n cautiously opens the door, only for her eyes to meet—

“Monoma?!” 

“Y/n? How delightful to see you here!” Monoma welcomes her inside, warm smile on his face, but Y/n is still skeptical. 

She crosses her arms. “What are you doing here?” 

“Recovery Girl was kind enough to let me work part time in the nurses office.” Monoma smirks, “The best part about it is that I get to see how many of you 1-A idiots end up in here injured! Not nearly as many Class B students get hurt like—“ 

“Now, now, calm down Monoma. You’re supposed to be helping.” Recovery girl says, and Y/n tries her best not to laugh. “Heal her cut for me, will you dear?” 

Monoma’s smug demeanor seems to fall, his eyes going wide as his head turns to Recovery Girl. “Heal her? But— it’s just a small cut!” 

“Wait, how would he heal me?” Y/n cuts in. 

“Well, as you know, Monoma here can copy quirks,” Recovery girl explains, “I’ve had him copy my quirk so he could heal non-emergency people. This way I can go be right on the scene of classes like yours, where bad injuries are prone to happen.” 

…Interesting. Besides his quirk, Monoma is the least suitable student to be helping out like this. From what Y/n has seen, Monoma only likes to help his classmates, and definitely notClass 1-A. 

“Speaking of, I’m off to find your class now. They’re outside on the platform left of the main building, yes?” 

Y/n nods. “Take good care of our patients, Monoma!” The door closes behind Recovery Girl as she leaves the nurses office.

And now it was just the two of them. 

Monoma sighs. “Sit.” He says, pointing towards one of the doctor’s beds in the room. 

He always has so much attitude, Y/n thinks, but she sits where he told her to anyways. She would leave, but it’s probably not the best idea to leave her cut unattended. 

Stupid Monoma. His ‘I’m-better-than-you’ attitude and that smug smirk that’s always on his face is so… ugh. If he was less of an asshole, he’d be cute. 

Wait, what am I even saying??

Monoma isn’t cute. He’s not. Y/n hasn’t thought that, not even for a second—

“Damn girl, this cut’s worse than I thought.” Y/n almost jumps at the sound of Monoma’s voice next to her. He stands in front of Y/n, placing various medical items down next to her. When he’s done with that, he frowns. “Who did this to you?” 

Y/n studies Monoma’s expression. Usually he’d be teasing her, saying that with his idiotic smirk on his face. Call her crazy, but he almost looks… worried? Weird. 

“Kirishima,” She answers, “it was an accident though! I got distracted and his hand slipped.” 

Monoma grunts in— understanding? Disapproval? Y/n doesn’t know. 

“Idiot.” Monoma mutters, and Y/n’s not sure if he’s talking about her or Kirishima. His hand taps Y/n’s thighs. “Spread out your legs.”

She gives him a suspicious look. “My cut’s on my head, dummy.” 

“Yeah, no shit,” He pushes her legs apart himself, and then he stands between them. “See? Now I can get to your cut easier. Dummy.” 

Monoma takes a wet cloth and starts to clean around the cut and he— well, he smells nice. That might seem like a random thing to say, but he is right up in Y/n’s face right now, which is being flooded with the smell of subtle cologne. He just smells nice. 

Y/n usually keeps her distance from this guy, but he isn’t that bad up close. The Monoma that Y/n sees right now isn’t the obnoxious little shit that’s always talking trash about 1-A, but a concerned… classmate? Friend? 

And, Y/n has to admit to herself, maybe he’s a little cute. Just a little bit. It’s totally the blue eyes— or the hair. Or the voice— Okay, not gonna think about that anymore. 

Monoma puts the cloth down, his eyes meeting Y/n’s. “I’m gonna kiss you.” 

“What?!” Y/n exclaims, her face quickly turning pink. Where the hell did that come from? Monoma just laughs. He gently takes Y/n’s face in his hands and kisses her forehead. 

Wait. Copying Recovery Girl’s quirk… he was just kissing me to heal my cut, that makes sense! Y/n hadn’t realized that until now. 

His quirk must’ve malfunctioned somehow, though, because that kiss didn’t make Y/n feel better. It made her heart start beating really fast, and— is it hot in here? Because Y/n definitely feels hot. 

Oh. 

Monoma’s smirk appears back on his face. “Y/n, are you blushing? Aww! Want me to kiss you again?” 

“Shut up!” Y/n’s eyes go to anywhere in the room, just not on him. Shit, she can’t like Monoma! The guy that, like, all of your friends hate? That hates you? Well, isn’t that just great. 

Monoma’s still standing where he has been, right in Y/n’s space. It’s not helping. She finally decides to look back at him, because he probably should have moved away by now. He really should, before Y/n does something that she’d regret. 

“Oh,” He says simply, taking Y/n’s left hand in his. “You’re bleeding here too.” He wipes the blood off of Y/n’s hand with a cloth, then presses his mouth to her palm. Another kiss, yet there wasn’t even a cut on her hand. That was just blood from her forehead. 

“Um… there’s no cut on my hand.” Y/n points out, and Monoma just nods. 

“Great observation, Y/n,” He teases, “I’m aware of that. I just wanted to see if your face could get any redder.” 

Y/n rolls her eyes. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get me to blush.” She says, despite her now red face. 

“Alright then,” Monoma starts, leaning in just a little bit closer. “guess I’ll have to keep trying then.”

“I…” Before Y/n can stop herself, she glances down at Monoma’s lips. I’m about to do something stupid, aren’t I? “Y-“

“Y/n! Are you in there?” Ochako knocks on the door, startling both Y/n and Monoma. Y/n quickly stands up as she walks into the room. “…Monoma? What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, Ochako! Who won your match?” Y/n asks, partly to take the attention off of her but mostly because she’s curious. 

Ochako grins and puts her hands on her hips. “Me! Momo was quite the tough opponent though, I just barely won…” She shrugs. “Speaking of class, Aizawa sent me to find you. We should hurry back, Deku and Bakugo are up next!”

If you know Izuku and Bakugo, you know that this fight is going to be intense. It’ll definitely be entertaining to watch too, which is why Ochako grabs Y/n’s hand and starts to lead them back to class. 

Y/n tries to look over her shoulder at Monoma, but Ochako closed the door on their way out. 

“Hey, what was Monoma doing in there?” Ochako asks. 

Almost kissing me, Y/n thinks, but she probably shouldn’t say that. “He’s… working for Recovery Girl. Copied her quirk and stuff.”

“Whatt? I never would’ve imagined him as a nurse, he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to help others like that…” 

Y/n nods in agreement. He didn’t seem like her type either, yet here he was making her all flustered. 

Seriously, out of all people, Neito Monoma?

You’re an idiot, Y/n. 

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