Tag: bnha

Hi! Just wanna ask have you stopped writing for mha? I was gonna read some of your old fics only to not see them in ao3 anymore.

equal-shipping:

Oh yeah…about that.

Some people decided to be funny and hack my ao3 account and delete all my bullshit, all of this during my time of exams. So I didn’t have time to register it or even call them out on it.

And it did leave me in the dumps about writing…

So at the moment I’ve taken a brief hiatus.

….what…what the hell? I.. I’m so so so sorry, i can’t believe someone would do this? I’m having heart palpitations just thinking about it and I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do? Is there any way I can help?

ellieb3an:

Bakugou’ reaction to everyone talking about protecting him is the cutest thing

First he looks like he’s having an existential crisis…

Once he finally gathers himself…

I just love him so much.

I’m not ready for the next ep. I’m just not.

saisai-chan:

saisai-chan:

anyway, here’s a bunch of crying bakugous 

i’m fairly certain that, besides Izuku and Inko, he cries the most in the series

which…. isn’t a lot, but it’s one more than Uraraka i believe

the Bakugou Crying Count is slowly going up

(aside from characters who cry comically often, like Izuku and Mineta, Bakugou is actually the character who cries the most out of the entire cast)

This made me very sad/ happy.

for the three sentence fic, Kacchako, highschool au?

capthawkeye:

bruh idk where this came from but i went over three sentences a little
words: 619; rated: t bc bakugo curses like a sailor 

Under the blistering heat of the school courtyard, Bakugou muttered colorful expletives, finding his only solace in the crisp, juicy sweetness of an apple. Moments away from another savory bite, his arm was shoved and he could feel himself going through the stages of grief as it almost slipped from his fingertips.

Ready to tear Kirishima a new one, Bakugo stopped when Kirishima nodded towards the flock of girls migrating down the shaded walkway. She walked off-center, like she would rather orbit than burn at the center, all round faced and annoying. Annoying because he perked like a flamingo just by looking at her, irritating because there was stupid “event” happening soon and if he had to take anybody, he grumbled it might as well be her.

And fuck no, he wasn’t waiting out here in the sweltering heat waiting for her like a dumbass. Nonetheless, he shoved his apple into Kirishima’s hands, not breaking eye trance he had on Uraraka as she walked around with her friends, as if the gaze he had on her alone would capture her attention.

Bakugo stood, dusting off his school pants, and half-sprinted half-walked to catch up to her. “Hey, Roun-!” He stopped suddenly, remembering Kirishima’s speech that maybe people don’t like their features to be pointed out as blatantly as he liked to do. What should he call her then? Were they on first name basis? Fuck if he knew. He was in the middle of calling out her name when something hit him in the back of the head. The words “Ow! What in the fuck” blurted out of his mouth, loudly. He looked at the feet around him and picked his half-eaten apple with no redhaired shit heads to be seen.

“Kacchan?”

Bakugo snapped back to the direction he was going and she had turned around too, head tilted in confusion with round eyes to match. “Kacchan?” He parroted with annoyance, associating the moniker with a different infuriating person.

Uraraka momentarily covered her mouth, shielding him an embarrassed smile he wanted to see. “Oh, sorry!” She moved towards him, signaling her friends once to wait for her. “Deku is always calling you Kacchan when he talks about you. He talks about you all the time, so it must’ve stuck.”

“Deku” was another word that incited angry visions of red. He muttered, fingers gripping the apple in hand, “That weak, little-”

“All good things, I promise! But uhm- was there something you needed?”

Yeah, a date. You. Me. That thing. Together. Say yes. But he never actually spoke the words and terse fingers loosed around the fruit. It was like the gears in his head had cooled and his thoughts had frozen over. All he could think to say was “You dropped your apple?”

Her eyebrows knitted together skeptically, looking at the nearly disintegrated apple mush. With laughter lingering in her voice, she replied, “I don’t think that’s mine, Bakugo.” He suddenly missed Kacchan now.

“Right,” he grumbled.

“I have to get going now. I’ll see you around, Bak-”

“You can say Kacchan,” Bakugo interrupted.

Her eyes lit up from her smile, sweet enough to make him sick with butterflies in his stomach. “I’ll see you later then, Kacchan.” She waved as she walked away and he could tell some of the other girls were giggling to themselves before she rejoined the group.

Bakugo turned heel, now super pissed that he not only flopped on that but now his hands were sticky. Kirishima seemed to want to make it worse by taunting him, “You lost your apple, miss.” He flung an arm around Bakugo’s rigid shoulders, barely evading a punch to the gut. He gave him a reassuring shake. “Better luck next time, buddy.”

*pterodactyl screech* this is so amazing!!!!!!

Floating Stars

a/n: *sheepish wave* Hiyo! I’m new to the Kocchako fandom, but I’m here, all strung up on this ship. There’s going to be a new season of MHA soon and I’m just all over the place with excitement. I have had this story sort of sitting at the back of my head for a bit, but I’m very very nervous. This is just the little bit before the bigger portions. I don’t want to call them Parts or Chapters because I don’t know how big this is actually going to be. 

like always, I’m trying to contain this thing from getting out of hand, as my stories do tend to do. Um. so yeah. 

Here’s… a thing. *nervous laugh* bye. 
-Ink

How had they ended up this way? 

Uraraka parted her lashes, so wet they hurt her eyes and when she breathed the shudder of the air made her think of drowning. 

“B..Bakugo?" 

The miscalculation was a costly one. It was a debt that had to be paid and she could taste the metal like coins in her mouth but knew it to be blood. 

On her lips. On her cheeks, sliding down the bridge of her nose the water trickled and when her eyes were finally able to see there was only the heavens above splattered with the paint of the rain on the dark canvas of the boiling black sky. 

"Bakugo?” It was a sob now, a tearful mess of a name as she tried and failed to move her legs. “Bakugo, please." 

The cement beneath her spine was studded with debris digging hard into her skin, demanding more blood. It ached and burned and yet her mind slotted the list of agonies in absent acknowledgement, more focused on the name on her lips and the howl of the wind that answered instead of him. 

"Bakugo!”

“Fuck." 

It was such a soft groan and yet unlocked a torrent of tears in her chest so that she was not just crying but sobbing, eyes closed against the downpour of the storm above she wept, joining the rain in it’s torrent. 

"Cut that out.” His voice was more than just rough. Wet with the rain, and sloppy with the blood coming from his mouth when she opened her eyes once more the sky was blocked by the soaked mane of his blonde hair and the blood stained mess that was his chin. 

“Sorry.” Uraraka replied, although she was not sorry and her tone suggested so. “I just thought maybe you were dead. It seemed the appropriate reaction." 

"The appropriate reaction if I’m dead is to get the fuck up and go kick some ass. I am not going to be avenged with tears, for fucks sake.” He grumbled, shifting further down her splayed body to inspect the mess holding her legs down. 

“Crying.” He continued, hands measuring the weight of the cement blocks pinning her to the ground. “Like some sort of useless baby.”

“You’re whining.” Uraraka dared, light headed as she tried to breathe and found to her mild concern that she could not draw in a proper breath. “You’re whining like a baby yourself." 

"It’s not whining.” Bakugo snarled and grunted hard with the effort of pushing on the stone at an angle that would not crush her feet more. “I’m ranting. I don’t fucking whine." 

"You rant.” Uraraka nodded, her breath more and more shallow. “Right.”

“Hey.” Any effort he was putting into shoving her free stopped, and suddenly his hands were on her shoulder, his face inches from her own so that finally, finally the rain stopped falling on her face to dilute her tears. 

“Stop it, if you fall asleep I will beat you awake." 

"Stupid.” She smiled wanly, amused to see what looked like fear on his enraged face. “This isn’t sleep.”

“Don’t.” Taking her face in his hands he searched for the fading light in her gaze.

 "Ochako, goddamnit if you die on me I will fucking-“

"What? Kill me?” If she had had the oxygen to do it she would have laughed, instead she choked on the rapidly filling lung on her left side, punctured by the rib that had snapped at her fall, only now making it’s presence known with the warm and almost welcome tsunami of pain that enveloped her.

“Ochako. Ochako don’t-”

Only after her eyes closed and the pain went from warm to cool darkness did she finally realize…

He said my name.