Aw I Love When These Freaks Share A Brain Cell

weird girl !!

♡ : i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari

☆ : gn!reader, fem-implied!reader in denki’s, fluff, crack, kinda suggestive jokes

✄ : inspired by these rafe fics

- in which you’re the mha boys weird gf !

Bakugou Katsuki is completely wrapped around his girlfriend’s finger.

Sure, he tries to act all cool and indifferent in front of his friends, pulling off that tough, angry, and mean guy routine. But deep down, this man would melt in a second for his girlfriend. He’d fall to his knees just to see her smile.

Today, Bakugou Katsuki is out with his friend Kirishima, shopping for Kirishima’s girlfriend’s birthday party. Why did Katsuki agree to come? Because you were away traveling, and he was utterly bored and lonely without you by his side.

"Hey, have we met before?"

The question didn’t even register in his mind. In fact, Katsuki didn’t hear it at all. His mind assumed the question was meant for someone else nearby. He was genuinely surprised when, out of nowhere, a woman stepped in front of him with a soft, shy smile.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hi while I had the chance."

Katsuki quickly looked to the side, hoping to spot his friend, but to his dismay, he realized he was completely alone in this awkward moment.

"Uh, right," he muttered, cringing inwardly. What the hell? Why am I even talking to her right now?

The woman giggled, her fingers reaching out to place a hand on his chest while she leaned in a little too close, invading his personal space.

Instinctively, Katsuki stepped back, his heart immediately sinking. Oh hell nah.

"Okay, back up." He shot her a sharp glance and turned to walk away. But just as he did, he heard a voice from behind him.

"Oh, come on. She ain’t that pretty for you to turn me, this, down, is she?"

“She is that pretty, you—” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. He didn’t dare say it out loud—after all, his mom could be lurking nearby—but he couldn’t help but mutter the insult as he walked away, his heart set on getting back to the one person who mattered.

Three days later, you returned home. The second Katsuki saw you walking toward him at the airport, his whole demeanor softened. The tightness in his shoulders melted away, and a smile so wide spread across his face that it made his heart flutter. Without a second thought, he opened his arms wide, waiting for you to run into them.

"Hi, mama," he whispered, his voice thick with longing.

You rushed into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders as if you never wanted to let go. You giggled when you felt Katsuki bury his face in your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You okay, Kats?" You pulled back slightly to look at his face, your heart fluttering at the lovesick gaze in his eyes. He nodded silently, his usual grumpy nature nowhere to be found. Instead, he gently lowered you back to the ground, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, as if to reassure you that everything was right with the world again.

Kirishima stood a few feet away, laughing quietly at the sight of his best friend. The contrast between the Katsuki who’d been grumpy and distant while you were gone and the Katsuki who now held you in his arms—radiating nothing but joy—was impossible to miss. He smiled softly, realizing that there was no one else who could make Katsuki shine like that.

Everyone knew that Bakugou Katsuki was absolutely smitten—utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

my winter bkdk, I struggle with any romantic scenarios for these two but I think these look cute together, I like the concept :D

Iguro isn't used to Kaburamaru disappearing from his typical place upon his shoulders. And he's definitely not used to the snake being gone for long periods of time. Maybe that's why he's freaking out a bit more than usual trying to find the damn thing. He'd been training within the walls of the Butterfly Mansion when he realized that familiar weight was missing. And now he has to forgo honing his sword skills in order to stomp around the grounds, asking everyone he comes across, and keeping his eyes peeled for any kind of movement.

He doesn't have time for this but he loves that snake with all his heart so there's no way he'd be able to focus knowing he's missing.

Little does Iguro know, Kaburamaru left in search of something in particular. Or someone. The snake slithers along the ground quickly until he's on your heels and nearly trips you by wrapping himself around your ankles. It had scared you at first, making you yelp and leap away.

"Hey little guy," you steady your racing heart and kneel down with your arm out for him, "what are you doing? Where's your owner?"

Kaburamaru moves forward and coils himself around your wrist, flicking his tongue at you with what almost looks like a smile. He makes his way up your arm and drapes himself across your shoulders the same way he usually does with Iguro. You feel warmth bloom in your chest at the show of affection.

It's odd, ever since you met the snake hashira his pet seemed to take a liking to you. One that his master clearly doesn't share. Iguro always gave you silence and cold glares that made you feel like even though you've only known him a short time you'd personally slighted him. When he did speak to you it was always short and to the point. Which constantly leaves you even more confused as to why he let's his snake snuggle up on you.

You let your knuckle brush along the smooth scales and Kaburamaru's tongue pokes out to brush over your cheek.

Had he gotten lost? It wasn't common for him to go off on his own from what you'd heard from the other hashira. He's always glued onto Iguro. And according to Shinobu, he isn't friendly with anyone other than his owner. But he's different around you. He always sticks his head out toward you for scritches when you're nearby and he goes out of his way to rub against you when he can. You aren't sure why but you're happy to see that he likes you somewhat.

"Come on let's go find Mr. Iguro," you say, poking your finger on his snoot lovingly.

Finding Iguro proves to be a challenge for you. Out of all the hashira he's the best at keeping himself scarce especially if he doesn't want to be found. You start by checking all the obvious places, like the trees surrounding the mansion, even climbing a few of them yourself just in case he's higher up than usual. No dice. Then you check the training grounds because you know he likes to work on his technique when he has nothing else to do. Again, no luck.

Finally you suck it up and start to ask around.

Which for some reason is a lot more stressful than it should be. Every servant or kakushi you ask gives you a sideways glance with a smirk and comments about Kaburamaru. You try to explain but they don't really listen, clearly coming to their own conclusions regardless.

Prancing up the steps towards an open door to the mansion you spot three young girls going on about their day. You wave them over and figure they're worth asking too. They always seem to know the most random information so maybe you'll get lucky. They all blink up at you in sync, shouting out a cheerful hello, and stop what they're doing to listen.

Iguro doesn't really know how long he's been searching by the time he rounds the corner toward the front of the mansion. He sighs as he sees no one there. Not even a servant. He's starting to get anxious about Kaburamaru. He can't remember the last time he's been separated from him for so-

"Hello Mx. (Y/n)!"

The sudden sharp sound of three high pitched voices catches his attention with a grimace. He shuffles across the open space and peers up at the doorway. He can't see the girls, he knows it's clearly Naho, Kiyo, and Sumi, but he can see the back of your form. You're hunched over with one hand planted on your bent knees to reach closer to their height and your other hand up brushing over-

It's Kaburamaru! He's curled around your shoulders and neck, resting limply with his head nuzzling into your cheek, his tongue flicked out with a happy snake smile.

You've had him this whole time?! Iguro feels his eyebrows pinch together as he moves to leap the porch but he pauses as you scratch the underside of Kaburamaru's exposed belly. He's thinking now, about how much that snake seems to like you. About how every since you started coming around Kaburamaru seems to seek your warmth. Iguro watches you coddle his pet and feels fluttering butterflies in his stomach. They bounce around his ribcage as if they're trying desperately to escape.

He always feels this way when he looks at you... hell when he thinks about you.

"Have any of you see Mr. Iguro anywhere?" You ask in a chipper voice.

He hears an array of "no" from the girls.

One of them gasps, Sumi, he thinks, "you got Mr. Iguro's snake!"

You nod with a soft laugh.

"I think Kabu here got lost so I'm trying to return him but I can't find Mr. Iguro anywhere."

Lost? Kaburamaru never gets lost. He knows the Butterfly Mansion inside and out. And did you just call him Kabu?

Iguro's nose twitches behind bandages.

That damn snake hadn't gotten lost. He went looking for you! On purpose! Iguro is starting to regret speaking about you so much in front of him. All of his frustrated rambling must be getting to his head and confusing him. But then again he'd been that way the entire time you'd been around even before Iguro started complaining. So maybe Kaburamaru just likes you.

Just like his owner.

You stand back tall and the snake adjusts his position, "If any of you see him will you tell him I'm looking for him?"

A cacophony of "uh huh" follows and Iguro sees you heave out a big sigh. Soon three little sets of feet pattering on tatami mats echoes out the door and the girls come barreling out to go back to their work. They all freeze when they see Iguro with his palms and one foot resting on the edge of the porch.

Before he can stop them, they all shout, "We found him!"

Iguro quickly puts himself back into a regular stance on the ground and curses in his head. Just a second after, you poke your head around the doorframe and you light up at the sight of him. Oh how he adores such a view. The way your eyes shine and crinkle with the bright smile you give makes him feel sick.

In a good way.

You wander to the edge of the porch in front of him and drop down lightly, "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Iguro doesn't know what to do. Is he supposed to say something? You're standing in front of him looking at him like he's supposed to respond. Is his heart racing? Is he okay? Iguro's fists clench onto the bottom of his haori until he feels it burn in his bone white knuckles.

Speak you idiot, he thinks.

"I don't have time for childish games."

You're confused by his words.

He's blinking at you with those beautiful multicolor eyes without much expression. Is he mad at you? You haven't done anything but your stomach drops at the thought. Out of all the hashira or even all the other slayers he's the one man you don't want to upset. You want him to like you. Maybe even see you as a friend. But he looks so stoic that it worries you.

"What are you talking about?" You ask.

Iguro hates the way your voice wavers just slightly. He didn't mean to upset you. His eyes dart away quickly, settling on a patch of dying flowers by the steps. There's no way he can bring himself to look at you especially with his pet so comfortably snuggled around you like that. It's making his blood rush in his ears.

"First you steal my snake and now you're playing dumb," he says, "I had to stop training for this."

"I didn't steal him? He actually found me. Almost tripped me into a thorn bush too," you explain.

The creature in question hisses but it's clearly not threatening as his following act is to flick that forked tongue over your cheek. You giggle at the tickling sensation and Iguro thinks his heart is about to burst from his chest in an explosion of messy and hidden feelings. He can't stand it. You make him feel ready to fall apart.

But damn he really wants you to laugh like that more.

"I'm sorry you were distracted from training-" you could distract him anytime, "but I wanted to make sure he got back in your arms-" would you like to be in his arms, "I know how much he means to you," do you know how much you mean to him?

Iguro lets his eyes flicker to you for a second but finds it's too much for him to handle. He huffs in frustration, "can I just have him back now, please?"

"Of course," you poke Kaburamaru under his jaw playfully, "go on now you freeloader. Shoulder ride's comin' to an end."

At first, he doesn't move. He just accepts your poking and tightens around you. It's not until Iguro meets his pink eyes and narrows his own that the snake droops sadly and begins to unwrap himself. He does so slowly, as some kind of show of defiance, until he begins to stretch out midair towards Iguro's strangely barren shoulders. It actually looks wrong to see them empty.

"I promise I took good care of him while he was with me," you assure, sensing the anxiety rolling off of him but assuming it was all from the absence of his closest friend and not partially you.

Iguro hummed in response.

Kaburamaru's head drops onto one of Iguro's shoulders while most of his body unfurls but remains on you.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you glance over Iguro. You could never seem to get over how pretty he looked especially as the setting sun brushed his features. Soft cheeks that you can just see the top of with the bandage, a sharp nose, a diverted gaze filled with gentle light. Your heart is pounding wildly and you swallow down rising acid.

You shouldn't be thinking about him that way!

Kaburamaru suddenly tightens his hold on you in a vice grip and before you register it he's using the leverage from holding both of you to yank you forward. A yelp tears through your throat. You stumble and so does Iguro, although him much more graceful, and his warmth encompasses you. The snake doesn't let up with his hold, pinning you both into place.

The fabric over Iguro's nose rubs against your own and you're left frozen. Your eyes cross as you try to look at where you're now connected and a burning flush rushes to your face. Iguro's own pink creeps up his neck and the bridge of his nose.

Gorgeous eyes, one green and one gold, stare into yours when you tear your gaze up. A shiver pricks up your spine. He looks so intense.

Iguro's mind is a jumbled mess of chaos and fire with alarms ringing from somewhere he can't quite decipher. You're so close. So warm. So soft. He can almost feel you breathing if you were just a smidge forward then your entire front would be pressed against him. Embarrassment twisted his stomach.

Both of you try to speak and both of you stop when you hear the other start.

For a moment, neither of you try again.

"Y-you're getting kind of red," you comment.

Iguro lets his gaze leave your eyes but finds that with the proximity it's hard to look anywhere and not see you. He settles on your hands where they seem to be afraid to move.

"Making fun of me now?" He mutters.

"No," you just barely seem to stop yourself from yelling, your voice dropping into a whisper in that musical cadence he so adores, "not at all."

He's going to be sick.

Iguro is genuinely going to be sick.

You might as well.

There's no chance at even attempting to fight Kaburamaru's grip. He's got the insane strength of a snake and even if you could you're too worried about hurting him. Iguro seems to think the same.

"You got a new haori," Iguro says.

The realization that he pays attention to you makes you feel like cupid's arrow strikes through your heart. He's right, you did get a new one, your last one was something you’d gotten when you were young. It wasn't a design you liked anymore.

"Uh huh," is your stupid, awestruck response.

Iguro feeds on that like a starved man placed in front of a buffet.

There's a pause as neither of you move and Kaburamaru tightens, pressing you together. He doesn't seem to be planning to let go any time soon and Iguro is too out of it, lost in his own crushing thoughts, to do anything.

Iguro finally let's go of his own and lets his fingers brush your haori affectionately, "it suits you."

You're sure he must be trying to kill you.

"Kaburamaru likes you," Iguro says, "he doesn't like anyone."

Your gaze drifts to the snake that's curling himself in his owner's hair, "I'm glad."

Iguro mutters something so quiet that all you get from it is the rumbling of his chest. You can't see his lips so there's no way to try and figure out what it was and you're sure if you ask he won't repeat it.

"I like him too," you say, trying to convince yourself that you're still talking about the snake.

You're not. And you know that.

Iguro's throat tightens as words attempt to jump ship and spew out of him like a faucet. He could almost lean forward and kiss you if he wanted. He wants to. If he asked what might you say? Would that precious flush get darker? Just before he loses his already thready control, a booming voice cuts into the courtyard. You two turn your head's to look.

"Oh my! Are you two finally going to kiss?"

It's Rengoku, standing on the corner of the far side of the porch in all his glory, his hands propped onto his hips and a bright smile on his face. The embarrassment you feel is almost enough to make you faint as he seems way too excited about catching you in a compromising position. You wonder how it looks from an outside view. Iguro and you are pressed chest to chest, hips to hips, and his hands are grabbing at your haori.

It must look inappropriate.

"Wonderful!" Rengoku shouts in excitement, "I shall let the others know. Join us for supper when you are ready my friends!"

Let the others know? The other... hashira? You and Iguro come to that conclusion at the exact same moment and share a braincell. Both of you yell out to stop Rengoku as he turns on his heel to head towards the dining room. Kaburamaru doesn't get the hint and remains in place causing both of your voices to clash together in panicked yelps as your feet tangle together and you tumble to the ground.

RANDOM MESSAGES PT.2 FT. MHA BOYS

PAIRINGS…. k. bakugo, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero

again... these are all based on shit I found on pinterest so if they didn't make you giggle i'm sorry LMAOO. also know that i will still not be locked in with posts... i'm purely just a leaf in the wind + bloom be proud i did this for u mwah

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Thinking about drunk Kirishima, red solo cup in hand, babbling on and on about his pretty, perfect girlfriend. His words are slurred with every compliment, cheeks flushed, grin wide and unashamed as he brags to anyone who’ll listen.

Girls try to flirt with him, tossing casual smiles and playful touches his way, but he doesn’t even notice—he’s too consumed with talking about you.

“Yeah, my girl does that way better,” he says without missing a beat, brushing off their attempts with a lazy wave of his hand.

“Oh, she went there—said it sucked. So nah, I’m not wasting my time.”

“She helped me train for my last spar—took one look at my stance and fixed it. Coach-level instincts, man. I’d be a mess without her.”

He keeps going, proud and loud about how perfect you are for him, how lucky he is. Somewhere between bragging about your pretty eyes, and how you always know when he's feeling off, he starts rambling about how he’s gonna marry you someday—says it with the casual certainty of someone who knows he’s already found his forever.

Then he sees you walk past, and his whole face lights up like someone just turned on all the lights in the room. His eyes go wide, voice shooting up in volume, puppy-dog excited as he points:

“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!”

Before you can escape, he’s already stumbling over with that dopey, lovesick grin, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you back to the group like he just won a prize. He looks at them all smug, like see? told you she was perfect.

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⋆˙⟡ — FOUR TIMES MUALANI SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS GOING ON (AND ONE TIME SHE WAS RIGHT)

pairing: kinich x reader

cw: no pronouns mentioned. ajaw is in a vacation. slight but not slight pda. mualani overreacting but she is a sweet. best friends trio. pyro vision reader mentioned. not beta-read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

Mualani knew Kinich and you were friends—close best friends, just like you two were with her—but lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. 

It started with little things, almost too subtle to be noticeable but somehow it didn’t escape from her perception. Things like how Kinich, ever the quiet guy, had begun lingering a little too long when he talked to you, or how you’d run all your way to the Scions of the Canopy's village just to welcome him back after a mission. 

At first, she didn’t pay too much attention thinking you guys were just being more affectionative and caring to each other. However, as time passed by, it has been shown to be more than a mutual friendly appreciation and certainly beyond a mere coincidence. 

I.

The first time Mualani noticed something different was in an early morning by the coast, watching the waves curl and crash. She often started her day stretching at the shore and riding the first waves of dawn. But this time, as she rounded a cliff, she spotted Kinich and you sitting on a rock overlooking the sea. The two of you were close enough that your arms brushed every time the wind picked up.

Kinich’s usual stern expression was softer than usual. Mualani squinted at you suspiciously. Were you... holding hands?

She jogged closer, but just as she got near enough to say something, Kinich quickly stood up, putting a considerable distance between you and himself. “You're up early,” he said, his voice in its usual calm.

You smiled warmly. “Hey girl! How are the waves? We were just discussing about it.”

Mualani tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “You were? Really?”

You let out a light and confusing laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course.”

She didn’t quite buy it, but you didn’t give her any reason to push further. “Well, the waves are good today! You guys joining?”

Kinich only gave her a polite headshaking, while you nodded smiling. Maybe she was imagining things.

II.

Except she wasn’t. 

A few days later, you were hanging out by Tequemecan Valley' canyons with Kinich standing quietly while you and Mualani chatted. However, every time she glanced toward him, Kinich seemed to be watching you a little too intently. It wasn’t the usual hunter’s focus; it was softer, caring, almost like... adoring.

The girl squinted, pretending to be interested in some flowers nearby while keeping an eye on you two. You didn’t seem to notice anything, or if did, you didn’t mind. You just kept talking, your laughter filling the air.

When Mualani caught Kinich staring again, she couldn’t help but ask, “Kinich, you okay? You’ve been zoning out all day.”

He blinked, his neutral mask slipping back into place. “I’m fine.”

“He’s just tired from all the training,” you teased, winking at him.

Mualani raised an eyebrow, astonished by the scene before her eyes. Something was definitely going on.

III.

The third time came on a day when Mualani was guiding a group of Sumeru’s travelers near the springs when she spotted you and Kinich again, standing by the water. As she approached, she saw Kinich leaning down to whisper something to you, his lips close to your ear. You giggled softly in response.

Wait a minute... Kinich never whispers to anyone. Much less in such an intimate way and even less to make someone laugh. Mualani's instincts flared up immediately. What was he saying? And why did you look so happy about it?

She cleared her throat loudly as she walked up. “Hey. What are you two whispering about?”

Kinich straightened up quickly, crossing his arms. “Nothing important.”

You smiled at her, but there was a glimmer in your eyes that made the girl even more suspicious. “Just a silly joke,” you said lightly.

A joke, huh? Mualani filed it away in her mind. This time she was very determined to figure out what was going on between you two.

IV.

It was late afternoon, and Mualani had just finished surfing when she saw you two by the waterside. Kinich and you stood close, so close as it has strangely been, and for a brief moment, she could have sworn Kinich was about to lean in and kiss you.

She froze, watching from a distance as you smiled up at him, your palm softly pushing his chest away. Were you two really about to kiss? It couldn’t be just her angle view. Could it be?

But just as quickly as it happened, Kinich stepped back, his usual stoic demeanor falling back into place. You turned and waved at her, your smile as bright as ever.

“Lani. Hey! How was the surf?” you called out.

Mualani, still in shock, shook her head. “Uh... good. Really good.”

She stared at you both for a moment longer, convinced she’d almost witnessed something, but there was no proof. Again.

V.

In the several days that followed, Mualani continued to witness that strangeness that kept repeating itself every time you thought she wasn’t around, creating a certain tension between her and you and Kinich—although she doubted that you had noticed any difference, treating her as you always did from the beginning.

Even if it relieved her to know that nothing had changed in your friendship, the surfer couldn't help but feel upset too. Was it that bad if she found out? Didn't you trust her the same way she trusted you? She wanted to be able to release all of her thoughts and ask you if maybe there was something in your bond that was bothering you. But she didn't. And so, things remained the same.

That was a quiet evening, and the moon hung low over the mountains. Mualani had been taking a stroll, enjoying the peaceful night, when she stumbled upon you.

This time, though, there was no mistaking it—Kinich and you stood together under some trees, locked in a slow, deep kiss.

The girl’s cheeks burned as red as the pyro vision you hold so dear closely, eyes widely opening and heart skipping a beat. She gasped, louder than she intended, and both of you quickly turned toward her. You blinked twice before smiling stiffly, even daring to look a bit embarrassed, while Kinich gave her a calm look, his hands still resting on your waist.

“You two!” She exclaimed shaking her head, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier! I mean, I knew something was up, but really?”

You bit your lip while Kinich just blinked at her, slightly starting to look more guilty as well.

“We didn’t mean to keep it from you for long,” you said as you stepped out of Kinich’s arms and reached for her hand. “We were just... taking our time.”

Mualani arched an eyebrow. “Taking your time? You two were being so weird and annoying with all those suspicious interactions for weeks now! I’m supposed to be your best friend!”

Kinich rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. “We wanted to keep it quiet,” he said, his voice low. “At first, anyway.”

Mualani softened, her fake scold melting away into genuine affection. “Still, I would’ve loved to know sooner,” she said, her tone gentler now. “You know me better than anyone else. You know I would never judge you,” she sighed as she watches the sorrow on your face. “Nevertheless, I’m really happy for you both. Really am.”

You beamed and even Kinich’s usual stoic expression seemed to relax slightly.

Mualani continued, her voice full of warmth. “I’ve always known you two had something special. And now that I know for sure, you better believe I’m fully on board with this!” She shot Kinich a playful look. “Just make sure you treat (Y/N) right, okay?”

Kinich nodded, his eyes softening as he glanced at you. “I will.”

You squeezed Mualani’s hand, your eyes sparkling with gratitude and pure happiness. “Thank you, Lani. Your support means a lot to us.”

Mualani grinned, pulling you both into a tight hug. “Just don’t keep secrets from me again, alright? I’m always here for you two.”

You all laughed but shared a quick but sweet bond moment, the atmosphere light and easy. And somehow, Mualani couldn’t help but feel like everything had fallen into place just the way it was meant to.

“But just for your information. If the day comes of you get engaged and don’t tell me immediately, I’ll crash the proposal myself, make a huge scene, and tell everyone how long I’ve had to put up with your not so secret glances and not so subtle hand-holding. Trust me, it won’t be pretty!”

me when the devastating fanfic I chose to read is actually devastating

ぬいぐるみ - stuffed toy

ft. katsuki bakugo, izuku midoryia, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hitoshi shinsou x reader (separately)

summary: having a plushie of them (replacing them with mini them)

type of ff: smau

warnings: just swearing

authors note: this lowkey reminds me of oikawa abuse 😔💔