An All Time Favorite

An all time favorite 😻

REQUEST Any chance you’d please write a Bakugou x reader where they are in a secret relationship and he needs to vent but she’s having a shower so he walks THROUGH THE GIRLS BATHROOM and all the girls follow him like wtf is he doing, and they just watch as he just starts having a conversation with the reader, hands her her towel, her face stuff, just helping her get ready while absolutely ranting about complete bullshit and to calm him she just kissed him and they are like 🤭 (last years, of age ofc)

Title: Definitely What It Looks Like

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Explicit Language

Not even Mina, an avid member of the Bakusquad, suspected that Bakugou of all people would follow you around like a lost-puppy and a clear pout drawn on his skin. Not during their first year at UA, and definitely not now in their third.

Yet somehow, the pink girl, Asui, Hagakure, Uraraka, Jirou, and Momo found themselves crammed in utter silence and confusion into the small bathroom entrance before the showers where a pouty Bakugou stood with you while you showered.

Sure, Mina always suspected there was some form of secret friendship going on between the two of you. Yet the minute she watched the blond boy shuffle into the girls bathroom was a sight she couldn’t just ignore. Thus resulting in her gathering all the other girls and listening in on the conversation in nothing but shock.

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I fucking love this so much 😭😭😭😭

hi hello i just found your writings and love them so mcuh! 🥺💞 the aizawa family hcs got me crying all over the place SJFHJDH what if s/o came to ua looking for aizawa and bumps into shinsou, shinsou goes up to class 1A and legit just goes “Dad, mom’s looking for you” and the class goes wHaT??!?- (ps ily pls don’t forget to smile and drink ur water💗)

Thank you so much!! Ahhh. This was so cute I had to write it out~ ❤💕💞💓💖

Shinsou swore it was an accident. He didn’t mean to let it slip, at least not in front of the whole class. He was so ashamed he would have to hide from his classmates forever.

“Dad, mom’s is looking for you.” The second the words left his mouth he froze.

He never intended on calling Aizawa and you by those names. It wasn’t that he didn’t view you as his parents but he was so old that it felt awkward using them. You and Aizawa had never insisted he use them.

It was Eri’s fault he rationalized. Eri was young so using it wasn’t hard for her, she had wanted to use it. She could barely remember her parents so it wasn’t hard for her to view both of you as her own parents. He felt odd calling the both of you by name in front of her. It felt wrong so he had started using it for Eri’s sake while she was around.

He didn’t want to admit it but it was all too easy to start using when she wasn’t around. That’s what lead to this moment.

Aizawa had forgotten his lunch at home and you weren’t busy so you decided to run it over to UA. The class had been returning from the training grounds when he spotted you. He ran over to you asking why you were here. He was worried something was wrong at first but thankfully it was just the forgotten lunch.

He was going to walk with you to class when Present Mic saw you and wanted to say hello. The thing with Present Mic, or rather uncle Hizashi as Eri called him, it was never just a hello. He was talking your ear off so Shinsou told you he’d see you later. He didn’t want to get in trouble for being late.

Shinsou entered the class, everyone else was already seated when he got there. Aizawa gave him a questioning look no doubt due to his tardiness. That’s when it slipped out.

The students of 1A had been chatting amongst themselves but after his words, they all froze.

“Wait, what?” Kaminari said in confusion.

Shinsou had no idea what to say but thankfully he was saved by you entering.

“Hey babe, you forgot your lunch.” You said as you walked over to your husband’s side, placing the food on his desk.

If he thought class 1A was amazed by what Shinsou did now they were really shocked. You didn’t hesitate to press a kiss on his cheek which earned some hollering from the students.

“Thank you,” Aizawa did his best to remain stoic but it was easy to see the slight blush on his cheeks. “Stay for lunch?”

“I’ll meet you in the teacher’s lounge.” You said with a smile. He nodded and you made your way to the door.

Shinsou thought he was safe, the attention was on you and Aizawa. What he didn’t expect was for you to approach him. You pinched his cheek before kissing his forehead.

“See you later, kid.” You said giving a smile before leaving the room.

Shinsou stood there with all eyes on him. After he unfroze he walked to his seat and sat down.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He said, not making any eye contact with his fellow students.

If there is anything I love more there isn’t

Flesh

Spencer Reid x Female Reader [Requested]

A BAU drinks night was always a priority when they had a new agent onboard. For a group of profilers, they sure read the agent wrong.

Word Count: 1635

Category: oh idek what this is Warnings: bit of language, talk of sex, bro I have no idea

Author Note: Ok I’m in a manic mood and I’m not sure where I’m gonna go with this. No smut exactly, purely a little snippet that my angel anon requested! Requests are open for Hotch or Reid, request pile is empty now! - Marley

Songs: Flesh - Simon Curtis

Masterlist Link

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      “That bar!” Garcia squealed as she clutched Morgan’s arm, pulling him towards her as her free hand pointed to the bar on the opposite side of the road, the words ‘Karaoke’ glowing in a fluorescent pink through the window.       “What happened to darts? I like beating men at darts!” JJ grumbled as she watched Penelope drag her colleague away, making a beeline for the bar.       “Baby girl, would you slow down?” Morgan’s voice echoed across the street, causing Prentiss and JJ to chuckle.        “I guess we’re going to a karaoke bar,” Hotch mumbled, sighing and following the couple across the road, the rest of the team not far behind.        The bar lounge was fairly small, but cosy and inviting. It had a retro feel to it, with classic music stars’ memorabilia scattered along the walls and a Madonna shrine nestled in neon fairy lights behind the bar. The agents claimed a booth next to the bar, and set Rossi and Hotch on a mission to fetch the drinks in. They arrived back with a tray of beers, shots and a pitcher of some kind of cocktail.        “Y/N gets two shots because she’s the new baby,” Emily clapped, pushing two little glasses towards her, and cheered when she drank them down, barely flinching at the burning taste.        “I’m not the baby!” Y/N whined, grabbing a bottle of beer and taking a huge swig.        “You’re younger than Reid, you’re the baby!”         Y/N rolled her eyes, taking another swig of her beer. She was tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. She loved the team, they’d made her feel so welcome and she truly felt like a part of the family, but she was so sick of being labelled as ‘the baby’. True, she was the youngest - but the agents had the upmost faith in her, especially out in the field, and she’d proven herself to be an intelligent, trustworthy and respected agent. But she was still considered innocent, at least by their standards.         “So, who’s singing?” Penelope burst out, grabbing the karaoke song book from the middle of the table and flicking through it. Morgan looked over her shoulder, chuckling.      “Well, everything is from the last two centuries, so nothing for you pretty boy,” He quipped at Reid, who furrowed his brow but managed to let a chuckle slide.        “I think Baby should sing a song,” Reid grinned, holding back laughter as Y/N shot him a look. He knew that nickname got on her nerves, but sometimes he just couldn’t help but use it.        “I think the fuck not,” Y/N smirked, as Penelope gasped.        “I think so, sweetness. I will drag you to that DJ booth if i have to, now go!” She pointed towards the DJ’s set up next to the stage, motioning manically to Y/N.        “Damn it,” Y/N mumbled as she stood up and weaved her way past her team. As she walked away, she heard Prentiss trying to make a bet with Hotch on what Y/N was going to sing. It felt so insulting to hear that ‘Barbie Girl’ was mentioned in that bet, and Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she moved further away. She knew exactly what song she was going to sing, and they were both gonna lose the bet.         “Hi, girlie. Whatcha wanna sing?” The DJ greeted her as she smirked.         “Do you have Flesh by Simon Curtis?” She asked, batting her eyelashes lightly as the DJ turned a little red and typed on the keyboard to his laptop.        “Are you sure that’s what you wanna sing?” He mumbled, but Y/N just gave him a sickly sweet smile as she made her way onto the stage and grabbed the mic.        The team’s full attention was on her as a few seconds of silence ensued before the track began playing. No one recognised the introduction when the song began, apart from the guy who apparently ‘didn’t know any track from the last two centuries’. Spencer’s jaw dropped wide open as the bass line revealed a familiarity in his brain, the dots connecting as he realised what song it was. What kind of song it was.        “Oh shit,” He gasped under his breath, but loud enough for Hotch to hear him.        “What?” He quizzed, but Spencer shook his head and leaned back in his seat, refusing to take his eyes away from Y/N. The rest of the team spared a glance towards him.        “Maybe we shouldn’t call her Baby anymore,” he whispered, but everyone heard him.

‘This is not the way into my heart, into my head Into my brain, into none of the above’     Y/N’s voice was silky smooth, almost hauntingly sweet as she began singing, slowly swaying her hips in a delicate fashion, barely noticeable. ‘This is just my way of unleashing The feelings deep inside of me The spark of black that I seem to love’

    “What’s so bad about this?” JJ asked, but Reid kept his eyes on Y/N, holding a finger up to JJ to shush her. He was too intrigued.

‘We can get a little crazy just for fun, just for fun Don’t even try to hold it back, just let go Tie me up and take me over Till you’re done, till I’m done You got me fiendin’ and I’m ready to blow’

    “Wait, does that mean–”

‘Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh Get undressed T-taste the flesh’

    “Oh my God,”

‘Bite into me harder Sink your teeth into my Flesh Pass the test Taste the flesh’

    Y/N swayed her hips more, losing herself in the words as she sang, but found herself staring straight back at Reid. The look on his face lit a small fire in her belly, the curiosity in his gaze giving her goosebumps.

‘Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg Give me some more Make me bleed I like it rough Like it rough, rough, rough Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh’

    “But she’s so little. What? She’s our little Baby!” Penelope stuttered, as Morgan chuckled next to her.     “Well damn, she’s proving us wrong,”     “Wait, how the hell did our other Baby know this song?”      The team’s attention slowly turned to Reid, who was still fixated on Y/N. He’d leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched her, completely in awe of the version of Y/N on that stage - a version of her that he’d never seen before, a version that was making him feel something that he’d never known. Was he sweating?

‘Hold my hands above my head And push my face into the bed Cause I’m a screamer baby Make me a mute You put your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse Beat beat beat beat It’s like a trigger Get me ready to shoot’

    He could imagine every single word Y/N sang, imagining it with only him and Y/N in the room, and he bit his lip unconsciously.

‘Wanna wrestle with me baby Here’s a sneak Little peek You can dominate the game Cause I’m tough I don’t play around that often When I do I’m a freak So you’d better believe I like it rough’

    Y/N winked as she sang the last line, leaving Spencer feeling even more worked up and the rest of the team in utter confusion. No one knew what to say or do, but to only watch Y/N on stage and watch Reid’s reaction, feeling like they were intruding on a personal serenade between the youngest agents.

‘Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh Get undressed Taste the flesh Bite into me harder Sink your teeth into my Flesh Pass the test Taste the flesh’

     Reid still couldn’t take his eyes away from Y/N’s.

‘Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg Give me some more Make me bleed I like it rough Like it rough, rough, rough Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh’

   Y/N finished the song with a captivating smirk, and stalked her way back over to her team, Spencer’s eyes following her. His mouth still hung open as he stared at her whilst she giggled at Garcia, who spluttered and stuttered her way through a confused telling-off.     “L/N, I don’t think we should call you Baby anymore,” Rossi chuckled, as Y/N drained the last of her beer, making her way to the bar.    “Or kid, or anything else to do with my age, please!” She giggled.     Reid found himself wandering over to the bar and standing next to Y/N, suddenly too awkward to make eye-contact with her. He stared at the wall in front of him for a few moments, ordered himself another drink and then continued to zone-out until Y/N broke the silence.    “So, you liked my song?” She smirked, and Reid’s head snapped towards her. He wasn’t sure where the confidence had suddenly come from, but he found himself reaching down to grab her chin lightly.   “I’m still calling you Baby,” He smiled softly, seeing the playful and flirty  glimmer in her eyes. He took a sip of his drink as she smirked even more,   “Sure you can, when I’m lying in the backseats of your car,” she whispered as she walked away from the bar, hearing Reid spit out his drink in shock behind her. She stopped for a moment and turned around.   “Naked,” she teased. Reid gulped, taking another sip of his drink to cool down as Y/N sat back down with the team. He couldn’t help but picture it. By the time he managed to gain his composure to sit back down with the team, one glimpse of Y/N had him imagining it all over again.

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Hi!!! Could I please get an imagine with ushijima and his gf at the start of his relationship, he’s really gentle with her cause he’s scared of hurting her but one night she’s drunk at a party and starts whispering in his ear that she really wants him to be dominant and rough with her?? Size kink would be super nice as well xxxxx AHHHH IM SO NASTYY ( @onionhoesayhoe​ )

hello i am in love with your ushijima hc’s they’re so good and they fit him so well thank you. can I request headcanon’s for when ushijima discovered his daddy kink? have a lovely day! ( @gaydependingontheday​ )

I’m gonna combine these two asks!!!!!!!!! Thank you for asking!! I HOPE THIS IS OKAY Requests are open!!!

WARNINGS: smexy times, daddy ushiwaka, drunk reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER (NSFW) 

Headcanons:

to be honest, I don’t think he’d discover it all on his own

let’s be real here kids, he probably didn’t know wtf a daddy kink was, let alone a kink in general–he probably only knows what he does and doesn’t like LMAOOOO

I’m combining two asks here so please bear with me BUT in my Humble Opinion, I don’t think that Ushijima would even dare to go all out with you. He’s strong and he knows it so he probably would go strong enough for it to feel good, but you’ll know he’s holding back because his control is just that good even If it’s wavering

I think reader would have to be the one to flip his switch

Maybe you’ll mention it as an offhanded remark one day to him

“Toshi, d’you know what a daddy kink is?”

OR

“D’you know how much of a daddy you are?” 

you’ll probably have to explain it to him, which is when the fun really starts

“can we try it out?”

NSFW INCOMING I’M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG

call him daddy for the first time while he’s pounding into you and he’ll go feral

barely contained self-control

grunts in your air, harsh bites on your skin and earlobe

“say it again, baby(girl/boy)”

all I’m saying is, call him daddy and he becomes a different sort of monster altogether

IMAGINE

“Toshi…” You say in a lilting drawl, your cheeks red from the alcohol. You’re drunk and you know it, but at least you’re not wasted. It’s just that right now, at this very moment, you have no filter. You crawl onto his lap to straddle his hips and give him a lazy grin, your eyes hooded as your forehead meets his shoulder. “I want you.”

A large hand settles on your back to rub circles in an idle manner as he acknowledges you with a low hum that you can feel from his chest, a soothing vibration. “And?” 

A low whine leaves your lips and you look up with a pout and pleading eyes, tugging at his shirt in a needy manner. “Please…” Your hand drops under his shirt to trace his chest, your hips moving in a steady manner against his clothed crotch. A low groan escapes your lips; you need more of this. Of him. Of his heat, his touch. You need more friction and he’s not giving it to you. 

“[Name],” he begins, his large hands finding purchase on your grinding hips to hold them in place. “We’re at a party.” 

“But, Toshi…” You whine, trying to resist his grip. Against his strength, it’s no use, but you try anyway. For a brief moment, his grip loosens and you give his crotch a hard grind before he hastily tightens his grip again, fighting back a grunt. “I’m–” you lean forward to whisper into his ear “–horny.”

“[Name],” he says again, his tone one of caution, but in your drunken state, you can’t be bothered. Eventually, he has to stand up and lead you away to some room that neither of you care about. He locks the door behind him and turns to you, seemingly undeterred by the growing tent in his pants. “This is not appropriate.”

“So?” You tug at his shirt and he lets you take it off. He looks so good, and in your horny haze you still take time to admire his build. Fuck, he’s hot. You can feel him hardening beneath you; he’ll grumble about how you’ll be tired in concern, but when it comes down to it, he’ll fuck you anyway. “People are probably fucking around in the other rooms anyway,” you drawl as he unclips your bra and slides your shirt over your head. “I want you in me.” 

A growl leaves his lips. When you look up, his eyes are already looking down at you. The heat in them is intense and something coils up in your stomach. If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now. And you’re soaked. “Fine.” He says it in a clipped manner, but you both know how eager he is now to fill you up until you can’t think of anything but the feeling of his girth in you and you won’t know any name other than his. 

The next few minutes are a blur of torn clothes and kisses before he throws you onto the bed. He’s above you in nothing but his boxers and you’re beneath him without a single article of clothing on you. A giggle leaves your lips but turns into a low moan as he pushes a long, thick finger into you. 

“You’re so wet.” Is the only thing he says as he marvels quietly at how easily his finger moves in and out of you at a rhythmic pace, as if you’re not a hot mess beneath him. He looks up and his eyes narrow at your expression.

He slips in another finger. A louder moan from you cuts through the air and your back arches off the bed as he moves it in scissoring motions and curls them against your walls in a “come hither” manner. 

But it’s not enough.

“Toshi, Toshi please,” you beg, forcing yourself to meet his eyes as his fingers continue their rhythmic pace. He’s already looking at you, and the fire in his gaze is enough to send you reeling even though he’s not even in you yet. 

“But–”

“I don’t care!” You whine, reaching your hands down to close around Ushijima’s wrist. “Please, Toshi, I want you in me. Please, daddy, just fuck me already.”

Something in him snaps at the mention of the word and a low growl leaves his lips. His boxers are off in a moment and he’s in you the next and it feels so good to be filled by him that a long, animalistic groan leaves your lips. When you look up, he’s hovering over you, and his eyes are dark. 

“Thank you, daddy, thank–” you’re cut off by a moan as he starts to thrust into you, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, though not as hard as you’d like. It hits the right spots, anyway, and so you let loose another cry of pleasure. In, out, in, out. You’re in bliss.

“More,” you finally stutter out, the first coherent word you’ve said in minutes. “More, daddy, more–” another moan and your back arches off the bed. Ushijima’s grip on your hips is painful but the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places is more overwhelming then anything. 

“Tight,” he breathes against your ear as he fastens his pace, drilling into you. 

More, more, more.

It’s not enough. He’s holding back because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you, you know; it’s in the occasional softer thrusts and the way he holds you close as if you might break, but tonight, you want him to ravage you. A swell of love reaches your chest because you know how hard this is for him to keep his self-control in check, but you want more and he’s going to give that to you.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whisper. His thrusts slow for a split second before he meets your gaze; permission, reaffirmation. 

Are you sure?

You only tighten around him in response. 

For a moment, his pace continues. 

And then he speeds up. 

Moans leave your lips as he sets an unforgiving pace. Slowly, you feel his self control come undone in the way his every thrust goes deeper and deeper and harder and harder. It feels so good to be filled to the brim like this and you’re no longer able to form coherent words. 

“You…” Ushijima grunts. He pulls out of you to flip you around and before you can whine at the loss of the feeling of him in you, he slams into you and fills you anew as he yanks you back by your hair until your back is against his chest. “Feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His voice is gruff and low and you let loose another moan in response.  His hand lands on your ass to give you a rough smack and he lets you go, letting your body fall onto the bed as he holds your hips in a death grip to pound into you. You can hear the bed smacking against the wall, but the feeling of his cock hitting you where it feels so good distracts you from anything else. 

Ushijima flips you until you’re laying on your side and your leg is on his shoulder, burying himself in you to the hilt. A knot starts to build in your stomach and you let loose a loud cry. “Daddy, I’m close.” 

“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” His words come out as a low growl and he spanks you again, still pounding into you and burying himself in you again and again and again at a mind-numbing pace. The smell of sweat fills the room along with the sound of your moans and cries and his grunts and the lewd sound of skin against skin. “Come for me, baby girl.” It’s a low growl, a rumble of thunder, and as he pounds into you again and again, hitting your womb like it’s nothing, your world goes white. 

“Daddy–” you choke out between moans as the knot loosens, but still he does not falter in his pace. 

“What’s my name?” His voice is harsh and raspy, desire in his undertone. 

“Toshi–”

He pounds harder. “My name, baby girl.”

“Wakatoshi!” 

“Good girl.”

But his pace doesn’t stop. He keeps drilling in and out of you and, when he meets your hazy gaze, a smirk curls at his lips as he brings you into the missionary position, his thrusts slowing as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You wanted this, slut,” he drawls. He’s never called you that before and it sends a tingle down your stomach. “And I haven’t come just yet.”

He rises, pulling almost all the way out before harshly slamming back in. A cry leaves your lips. His voice is like thunder. 

“The night is still young.”

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BSBDIBIU I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY IDUCBUB 

I didn’t proofread this oops

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Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who's suicidal or depressed.

no one should scroll past this

I’ve recently gotten a crush on this man and this is the meal I wanted hell yeah kudos to author-chan

Cupcakes | Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)

A/N: AH!! Okay, so I was still at Uni today, but now I can finally post the story I’ve been working on! This is my first time writing for Fatgum and also my first NSFW piece. I tried to do both a SFW and a NSFW part, so, if you’re just up for some fluff, go for it and if you’d like to read something smutty, simply click the “keep reading” link. 👀

And thank you so much @lady-bakuhoe & @thunderdenki for proof and beta reading! You gave me the confidence to finally try and write smut. ILY guys <3

Warnings: nsfw, food play, oral sex

“Come on y/n, you got this”, you tried to give yourself a little encouraging pep-talk, but you couldn’t help but be shaky and nervous.

It was just another ordinary day as the sidekick of the BMI hero, Fatgum, but you finally wanted to show your gratitude towards him properly. You felt like you have learned so much and have improved significantly since you started working here. All the patrols, filling out police reports and occasional fights with villains that caused trouble gave you a much-needed boost. You weren’t exactly confident in yourself or your quirk to begin with. Even after you graduated from U.A you didn’t think that any hero agency would take you in. So, it took you by surprise that a popular hero like Fatgum accepted your request to be his next sidekick. His previous one had transferred to another agency, so he offered the place to other heroes, but you never imagined he would pick you.

You honestly owed him a lot. Not only the part of taking you as his sidekick beside him but most importantly, helping you with your self-esteem and strengthen your quirk. You had become way more skilled and even more confident overall. It was probably due to the amount of praise he gives you on the daily. He is known for being sweet and kind towards all people, be it civilians or his interns, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit more special. You felt you to had tied a pretty strong bond by working together for the past months and it seems like so did Fatgum. He really grew fond of you after spending so much time together, always talking to you and wanting to know how you’re doing. He took you out to eat on numerous occasions, even outside of work because he enjoyed your company so much. On one instance, he even let you stay at his place after a particularly hard fight with a villain which left you pretty badly bruised. He made sure to patch you up and take care of you afterward. Of course, these could all be attributed to his kind nature, but you couldn’t help but feel that there’s more to it. Or at least you hoped there was.

That’s why you decided to give him a small gift as a sign of your gratitude today. And what better gift you thought than cupcakes. You knew Fat’s favourites were Takoyaki, but he definitely wasn’t opposed to a sweet treat here and there. It was a small gesture, but it was something.

And that’s how you got into the situation you found yourself in this morning. Standing in front of his hero agency, legs shaky and a box filled with chocolate-strawberry cupcakes in your hands. You still struggled to go inside the building you went inside on the daily without problems for the last months. Something was holding you back, but you couldn’t quite grasp what it was. Maybe the gift was just a stupid idea, but then again, you were so grateful that he had been this supportive, so you couldn’t just go on without letting him know.

Deciding to stop before you started overthinking too much, you went inside the building and to the locker room to change into your hero costume, as you did every day. Fatgum had already told you yesterday that another patrol around the city was planned for today, so nothing too out of the ordinary. However, there was always the chance of running into a villain, but you were sure you both could handle it.

The day went by rather smoothly. When you returned, Fatgum told you to get changed because he discovered a new restaurant he wanted to go to with you.

However, you tried to take as much time as possible to put on your civilian clothes. Your eyes landed on the box in your locker, the thought of giving him the baked treats now more terrifying than before. Would he accept them?

After you changed, you walked into his office with the box hidden behind your back.

A desperate, but poor attempt at hiding it.

“Hey, y/n, watch'a got there?”

“Damnit”, you cursed under your breath.

You looked around the room nervously. Deciding it was probably no use in hiding this from him any further, you pulled out the red box from behind your back. Fatgum looked at you with a questioning look, brow slightly raised as you placed the box down in front of him.

“I-” you began but a lump formed in your throat, making it hard to speak. You fumbled with your thumbs for a moment before opening the box in one swift movement. “I made these for you”, you mumbled, a faint blush now spreading on your cheeks.

The pro hero’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw the contents of the box in front of him. He looked back up at you.

“Y/n… you made these cupcakes for me?” he asked.

You nodded, not able to answer yet. Your head hung low, hair, covering your shut eyes, cheeks fully flushed.

You finally took the initiative to speak, opening your mouth slowly, words just flooding out all of a sudden like they were your last, “I made these for you as… as a sign of my g-gratitude. Thanks to you I’ve grown so much in using my quirk and also in trusting myself. I’ve gotten so much stronger since you accepted me as your sidekick and I couldn’t just go on without letting you know that. I owe you so much. Everything you did for me. Just… thank you!”

You heard a chuckle from the man before you and looked up. His cheeks had reddened at your words and he just couldn’t hold back anymore. Fatgum stood up from his desk and pulled you into a tight hug. You could feel your body sink into his stomach as his hands squeeze your back.

“Y/n! That’s so sweet of you! By the way, how did you even know these were my favourite flavour? And you made them yourself? That’s amazing!”, he practically boomed and you could clearly feel how touched he was by your gift.

 "Uhm, Fat?“ you remarked as your body sunk into him even more, making it a bit hard to get back out of his grasp. Not that you had anything against his hugs.

“Ah, sorry,” he said, laughing nervously as he pulled back. “What I also wanted to say is: It’s been really great working with you. You’ve made so much progress. I’m proud of you and-” he paused for a moment, “You are a real cutie, you know that?”

Your face heated up at his compliments. “Thank you, Fatgum”

“Just call me, Taishiro, alright? I told ya that already”, he laughed. “Now, let’s see how these taste, shall we?”

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