i hope you like the stars i stole for you
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Hii! (｡ﾉω＼｡). I just wanted to tell you that your writing is so good and you are so talented, omg. I declare myself your fan!! 💌
hiii omg thank you so much !! you’re too sweet ヽ(´▽`)/♡
contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x teacher! fem reader. fluff. ⭑ he keeps staring. the kids notice.
In your five years of teaching, you never thought you’d see Dynamight sitting cross-legged on the daisy shaped carpet in the center of your classroom, while your kids swarm around him to paint his face.
Warmth spreads across your chest as you take it all in. It’s quite the sight, to see the big, buff, seasoned twenty five year old pro hero letting all these tiny toddlers take turns taking clumsy swipes at his face with the colorful paints you bought for them the week before for art class.
What you don’t notice is the way his eyes trail to you wherever you are in the classroom. When you move to open the windows to let the fresh air in, to wipe the chalkboard, even when you’re organizing the mess of crayons on your desk into their rightful bins.
“Why do you keep staring at our teacher?” One of them, a little boy wearing his t-shirt backwards, curiously pipes up. Everyone else nods in agreement, they’ve been wondering the exact same thing.
“You gonna tell her what I said when I leave later?” Katsuki raises a brow. A chorus of playful noooo’s follow him.
“We’re gonna tell her while you’re still here!”
These little brats. He’s barely known these kids for two hours and already he knows that they love you like a second mother, and wouldn’t be letting him go so easily. There’s fondness in his eyes as Katsuki chuckles and leans in, and the kids eagerly lean in to hear what he has to say.
“I’m starin’ cause she’s pretty.”
Gasps and nods of agreement spread across the carpet just as you clap your hands together, your sweet voice ringing through the classroom, to which everyone, including Katsuki with his paint bedazzled face, turns to give you their fullest attention.
“Alright my angels, let’s give Mr. Dynamight some space now okay?”
Curious little eyes glance back and forth between you and Dynamight with, when someone loudly pipes up, “Ms. L/n doesn’t have a boyfriend!”
“Mr. Dynamight thinks you’re pretty!”
“He stares at you like the way my brother stares at ice cream!”
“Hey I was going to say that!”
Bickering ensues across the carpet and you simply gape at them as a hint of a smirk appears on Katsuki’s face.
Should we tell them after class? He mouths in your direction.
No, you mouth back, covering a giggle behind your hand at the continued chaos of your kids behind your boyfriend.
A little homework never hurt anyone.
contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x fem reader. fluff. ⭑ no feeling self-conscious on his watch.
Katsuki scowls from above you from where your head rests on his lap when he sees your fingers pinch at the screen of your phone again. “Stop doing that.”
You blink at him in confusion with your finger hovering in midair. “Doing… what?”
“You think I’m stupid?” He lets out a scoff, not unkindly. “I see you. Zooming in and out of your pictures.”
Damn. He really saw that? You swear you put the brightness all the way down too. “I’m not.”
You shiver as the feeling of familiar, soft lips softly brush against your ear.
“Don’t lie to me.”
He snatches your phone out of your hands and you let out a little whine of protest, to which he silences with a pinch of your cheek between his fingers. And pinching hard.
“Ow, ow, ow—what the hell Suki!” You pout. “That hurts.”
“Good.” Your disgruntled boyfriend grumbles, using his thumb to hold down a button, and you spot the familiar symbol on the screen signaling that your phone is about to power off. “Now you know how I feel like watching you. You look fine.”
“Just fine?” You tease with a cheeky smile.
“You know what I mean.”
“I think I need a little more elaboration.”
“Stupid.” Katsuki rolls his eyes. “You always look fucking perfect, okay?”
“I do?”
“You do. So I better not see you doing that shit again.” His firm thigh shifts from beneath your head and he makes sure its supported by sliding the cushion his back was resting on under it before he starts getting up, snorting at your cute pout at the sudden loss of your favorite pillow.
"Where are you goinggg?"
"To the konbini, dumbass. Yesterday you said your snacks were running out.” Katsuki tugs you to stand with him and you flail a bit, kicking your legs.
"Wha— Katsuki wait! I can't go out looking like this."
Katsuki observes you for a moment, and when you shyly meet his eyes his gaze softens. You look flawless to him, messy hair, eyebags and all.
But he knows you value your appearance. Doesn’t think vain or silly to want to look like the best version of yourself.
Whatever makes you happy works for him, and he’s happy too.
"Fine. You've got ten minutes."
The fierce blush on Katsuki’s face rivals the color of his eyes as you plant a big kiss on his cheek.
hi ying!! ik ur busy with university butttt i just wanted to pop in and ask how you've been doing angel? ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა
hiii doll i missed u!! i’ve been doing good other than my friend and i getting stalked our first week on campus but its ok bc the person got arrested ! how are you my love ?
i’m proud of you for doing one or more of the following:
getting up out of bed
brushing your teeth and or washing up
eating
drinking some juice or water
doing a task, any little task
anything else you managed to do today!!
katsukistofu’s m.list
requests: CLOSED — fluff only, refer below !
i. midoriya
we are made of stardust
⭑ it’s hard for someone to pinpoint their earliest memories. maybe it was the moment they blew their candles out on their first birthday, or when they scraped their knee while learning to ride a bike — for you, it’s the smell of lavender fabric softener.
k. bakugo
i a-door you
⭑ bakugo hits on you. literally.
it took me by soap-rise
⭑ of course your public nuisance no. 1 has to hog your favorite shower stall the day you forget your body wash in it.
prickle me pink
⭑ bakugo finds himself taking care of the cactus you gifted him against his better judgement.
clair de lune
⭑ there’s nothing you and katsuki wouldn’t do for your baby girl, and that includes giving her the moon.
h. shinsou
peanut butter and jellyfish
⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.
k. takami
my caffeine mix-up! — pt. i | pt. ii
⭑ you accidentally pick up the number two hero’s coffee so picks you up instead.
s. todoroki
hug me, not it!
⭑ your boyfriend has hidden beef with your plushies.
t. todoroki
peaches (you're the cream of the crop)
⭑ a series of grocery trips after touya is discharged from the hospital gives you both a sense of normalcy you never thought you’d be able to have again.
ikea meatballs before marriage?
⭑ your fiancé and you get a little too into playing house when you’re supposed to be furniture shopping for your new apartment.
requests
all eye wanted was you
★ sero reminds you of a few important things that your all-seeing quirk overlooks.
sick (but never of you)
★ your husband shota insists on taking care of you when you fall ill, despite your protests.
good parts
⭑ no matter how dark your brain gets, hitoshi is determined to help you see yourself in the same light that he does.
picture perfect (my heart is a camera)
★ keigo sees you wearing his merch and just can’t get enough.
est jul. 16, 2024 — last updated aug. 14, 2024
hi my loves ! i won’t be active for a while due to starting my first year of uni soon. thank you for reading and being here <3 hopefully when i get some free time i’ll be able to post again.
remember that if someone tells you that you're too much, tell them to find less. you are perfect how you are. and make sure to always fall in love. not just with people but the moon, the sun, animals, nature, trinkets and always, always, yourself. — xoxo, ying.
not sure if ur still taking requests but if u are would u be willing to write a hawks x prohero!reader where he finds her wearing his own merch?? ty!! i came from ur coffee mixup fic and it was just soo good i sent it to one of my oomfs and we had a mutual freak out over it 😭😭🫶🫶
awww that’s so sweet and cute omg !!! thank you very much my love i’m so happy you two enjoyed it ( >▯<) <333
picture perfect
contents ౨ৎ ⋆ hawks x prohero! fem reader. fluff. cursing. slightly suggestive. reader has ice quirk. ★ your boyfriend sees you wearing his merch and just can’t get enough.
“Dooo-ve?” Keigo’s teasing, saccharine voice is laced with barely concealed amusement. He leans against the frame of your shared bedroom's door, taking in the view of you lying on your back with an appreciative look on his face.
His heart skips a beat, getting to see you on your rare day off from patrol. Watching you, sitting there all pretty in a sweatshirt with his face on it. Your hair is messy, your socks, albeit both very cute and fuzzy, don’t match in color in the slightest and the fresh coat of polish on your nails is already chipped even though he just painted them for you during your weekly spa day yesterday.
Keigo's breath catches as he stands there, and he swears he’s never seen a more gorgeous view in his life.
The numerous sunsets, the iridescent clouds he's been so close to that he could reach out and touch them, the bright stars in the sky as he flew under them, all paled in comparison to you. Even witnessing you knock a villain out cold with a blast of your signature ice yesterday on live television, still only came second to seeing you all comfy and cozy like this.
There's a soft, giddy smile plastered on his handsome face, and he makes it so, so hard to keep up your act. “What’s that you’re wearing?”
“Nothing,” you answer from your comfortable position his side of the bed. You nonchalantly swipe on your phone to continue scrolling through your feed.
Your boyfriend’s grin only widens, and his sweet butterscotch eyes are half-lidded when he speaks again. “Trust me, I know what nothing looks like and it’s definitely not tha—ow!”
He laughs when he receives a plushie of himself flying to his face, which he easily catches in his hands. Keigo’s lips fall into a cute, overdramatic pout. “You just threw me!”
“You’ve got wings for a reason, birdbrain.” You roll your eyes and stretch your arms out. “Now come cuddle me I’m cold.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Keigo immediately puts the plushie aside and joins you on the bed, pulling you into his warm embrace with eagerness. You’re always cold, but he never minds. Just means more opportunities to hug you, which he gladly jumps at. “Back to my question though, is that my new sweatshirt that just came out from my merch line?”
“No?” Your tone is innocently coy, and it drives him insane. In a good way. “I think you mean my fellow pro-hero boyfriend, Hawks’s merch line?”
“Damn.” Keigo muses, playing along with your little charade. His finger grazes the hem of your collar and you shiver at his feather-light touch. “Your boyfriend’s Hawks? Lucky guy, having a pretty girl like you wearing his merch. Making me jealous over here.”
You out a giggle. "He says that all the time, actually."
"Oh? He better be, or I just might steal you away." His lip brushes over your ear as he continues to murmur. “And I couldn’t help but notice that your boyfriend looks a lot like me.”
“What a coincidence,” you tease, playfully running your hand through his soft, golden locks and bringing them to rest on his cheeks.
“God, you look so fucking perfect.” Keigo groans. You’re already a sight for sore eyes, and the feeling of your fingers in his hair nearly causes him to ascend heavenward. “Next time my marketing team drops something, you’re totally modeling it.”
“I’d rather it be for your eyes only,” you say, and the dimple that appears on his cheeks at that makes your stomach do a little flip.
“Shit, birdie.” Keigo uses a hand to fan himself exaggeratedly. “Is it hot in here or is it just you?”
“Still pretty cold actually, though that might be my quirk talking. I think you’re the hot one.” You hide a cheeky smile as you feel him he hook a finger through your belt loop and firmly drag you closer on the bed in response, forcing you to turn around until your knees hit his with a soft bump.
“Guess I need to work harder at warming you up then.”
A little while later after dinner, his hair is held back with a fluffy, pink Hello Kitty headband which matches the one on your head.
“Okay, I know you said for my eyes only but can I take a pic with you for my socials? Pleaseee, baby?” Keigo begs a little later, leaning into your touch while you carefully apply his sheet face mask on him. “You just look so good I wanna show you off.”
You frown. “I don’t want a bunch of your thirsty fans on my ass, Kei.”
"They're just jealous of what they can't have." He tips your chin up and says it in a tone so matter-of-fact it makes you let out snort.
"Pretty sure it's the other way around," you mutter, using your thumbs to gently smooth down the edges of his mask on his face, and your eyes catch his, brimming with affection so intense and unadulterated you catch yourself feeling a little breathless all of a sudden.
"What?" You tilt your head. "I'm right."
"Nah, I am. You didn’t get that award for hottest heroes on the charts for nothing.” At the comically skeptical look you shoot him, he huffs out a laugh. “I’m serious! Sweetheart,” Keigo’s voice softens. “I know you don’t believe it when the press says it, but when I’m always telling you you’re beautiful, you know I mean it, right? Every single time.”
With warm cheeks, you mumble out, “I know.”
“That’s my girl. You’re everything to me, y’know?” You nod shyly and the sweet, familiar curve of Keigo’s lips makes your insides melt into a puddle of chocolate fondue. “Good. I’m right and nothing you can say or do will change that.”
“Not even if I eat your last chicken nugget?”
“Not even if you eat my last chicken nugget.”
And he says it with such certainty that you can’t help but break into a smile of your own too.
Move aside Team GO Rocket, we'll be catching Pikachu!
Um, right after a lunch break...
PFFFFFFT noodle lunch break first, catching pikachu second! this is so adorable omg i love love love it !!!!! i like how mareanie and sylveon to us are like ??? guys WHY R U EATING RN WE GOT STUFF TO DO !! and we’re just (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) slurping away lol >< need this as a sticker on my macbook immediately
smile for the photo!
happy birthday nobara! congrats on being freed from the curse of living ig 🥹🎂
sending extra love to the friend who always feels like they’re on the outside, who walks behind the group when there’s no room on the sidewalk, who is always the listener and the giver. you are an amazing person and friend. i hope people acknowledge that, because you deserve it.
i wish you kinder, softer days that put your heart at ease
forget touya’s flames this is way hotter.
(BHNA) REAL MAN.
𝜗𝜚 TOUYA TODOROKI: 𝓑LOOD SAGE.
a/n: [fem!reader] touya meet not-so-cute 🤍 for @seneon the only touyalvr ever and @katsukistofu's fav fire hazard 😔✊!!
a cold wisp floods the concrete path, tickling your ankles through your thick boots. deafening music mixes with distant police sirens and train blares, loud synthesisers muffle between agape windows and violent yet causal chatter. bustling, late-night city life pulsates through your ears.
you aloofly roam past unique, ominous quirks with boomboxes and strobe lights, knives and blades as if it’s purely a walk in the park. instead of cute dogs they were rabid, probably radioactive creatures. instead of lush trees, there were blinding neon lights. there was probably cursed chemicals concocted in the air too, but if it didn’t kill you, who cares? did everyone just come to forget how easy villain life can be, if you just— made it look easy?
the concrete beneath you is damp, puddles of water in every dent and crease of the ground, water trickling off stall roofs and rain runs down your cheek. the cold winter breeze makes it difficult for a nearby crook to light his cigarette, causing him to throw it on the ground, mercilessly crushing the warm cigarette butt with his heel.
you watch as the rando does his work, slowly proceeding to walk along. you find yourself a couple buildings away from the man, looking up at the flickering, slanted sign that read: “SIX TO MIDNIGHT.” the light on all the vowels faded out.
“watch it, doll.”
you turn around and your eyes meet a pair of vibrant turquoise ones. —what’d he just call me?
the mysterious ravenette chuckles before he sees your fists slightly clench, but facial expression remain the same.
“woah. touched a nerve there.” to then gently shoving you out of the doorway, palms heating up; leaving ash on your shoulder before slipping through. you lose him in the crowd within the classy bar, the scent of alcohol with strong cologne filling your senses and gag reflex at the tip of your tongue.
get the money, get out.
your client is one of the most successful and most popular in the area, but at what cost? payment pickup at the worst, most crowed bar, only available at the peak number of drinkers and villains, at the smack-bang very centre of the bar. being one of the best assassins had its perks, and this definitely wasn't one of them.
can’t believe i beat ass just for a little gain in a pig's den.
you never felt the need to grab a beverage while your inside though. you just feel the need to get in and out as fast as possible every time, so how could this time be any different?
his turquoise eyes haven’t left you. that's what.
his piercing yet agile gaze remains on your figure. he didn’t stand out in height, nor costume. but what slightly piqued your interest was his burnt flesh stuck together with staples and oh don’t forget his undeniably enchanting, teal eyes.
you decide to ignore it, but why can't you bring yourself to take the last step out the door? the money is in your hand, the bar’s atmosphere is still lingering with alcohol, and your first impression didn't seem close to a fairytale.
was this that stupid gut feeling of danger heroes have when their sixth sense ignites? oh please, forgive me for thinking it's a fleeting romance.
a dim purple light shades an area in a nearby corner, instantly attracting your on-edge figure. naturally pivoting to the nearest empty seat, the unsettling feeling seeps in as you manspread, taking as much space as you could crossing your legs. your gloved arms reclined on the backrest behind you, sighing as this funny feeling echoes through your head. the leg beneath the one you crossed it over begins to bounce by habit. you brush loose droplets of rain off your shoulder. your mind runs to places. your hands tightly grip th-
"our first encounter was pretty abrupt, huh, doll? slow dance it out on the floor?"
you quickly react to the same mysterious man who once had his eyes glued on you, now in front of you. you cockily smirk before retorting,
"no one ever taught you to be a real man, huh, handsome?"
he chuckles as he extends his hand, brushing the end of his coat as it drifts behind him. your gloved hand that once tightly gripped the backboard of the seat instinctually clasps his. he promptly pulls you up, finding yourself with one hand on his shoulder and the other lightly laced with his. his other hand finds its respectable spot on your waist, fingers sprawled against your plush side.
"what should i call you, hm?" she stares at his lips before her glare moves up to his eyes.
their bodies were so close and nearing to pressing each other. this was not a good rep for a prestigious assassin like you. the proximity clicks your senses back on finer than before, his sage cologne fusing with the scent of blood and smoke.
"touya. you?"
"pretty name, touya. couldn't keep your eyes off me before?"
"you're a peculiar one, aren't you?" he snickers.
"interesting. not peculiar." you correct.
you continue. "gonna answer my question?"
his grin cocks up as he watches your smirk form with stitched eyebrows. your hand slowly moves from his shoulder to behind his neck, fingers brushing the hairs on his nape. your grip on his intertwined hands become tighter.
"getting eager, are we?"
locked eyes, tight proximity and brash yet romantic words have got to be one of the worst combinations known to man right now. a rosy blush warmly spreads across your face, (hopefully) hardly visible under the dim cold lights.
would you hold it down and take it if I gave you a chance?
he feels every inch of you, from the hand slightly grazing the back of his neck to the soft skin underneath thick material of your gear. heat arises from every place, the warm, tender tension stirring within both of you.
need the reassurance, baby,
not a silly romance.
your purpose and existence and value do not depend on the satisfaction of others
you are allowed to be wrong you are allowed to mess up you are allowed to be embarrassing.