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tigerlilla · 2 years

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a bakugo x reader fic || pt 1

pt 2

no tws apply :)

every night was the same. you’d been keeping the same routine all three years of college. you loved it. so, of course, it changed.

a series of extremely unfortunate events involving a burst pipe and your dorm room had put you here, living in an unused hero study dorm room until futher notice.

you couldn’t really complain; the kitchen was bigger, the bathrooms nicer. the dorms here were different than most places. each area of study had a co-ed dorm that encouraged “community and school spirit,” or so they claimed.

mostly everyone had been very nice to you, smiling and asking if you needed any help. you knew who they all were. you were in the general study program focusing in journalism, of course you knew everything about ua’s favorite heroes. you may have even written a few pieces on some of them for the school newspaper.

you had your favorites and you definitely had least favorites. of course, one of them had to be sitting right before in you, putting a kink in your perfect night routine.

bakugo katsuki. you narrowed your eyes. he was sitting on the couch in front of the tv, a bottle of some sort dangled between his fingers, feet kicked up on the coffee table, sitting there in the dark spare for the light of the tv and a small lamp. at least the tv was on low volume.

you hadn’t talked to him in years. you’d heard he’d calmed down since all the shit went down his first year. still, you pictured him as the angry boy screaming at you for stepping on the back of his sneakers.

you creeped out from the hallway, walking into the kitchen behind him. he wouldn’t change your plans, you decided, puffing up your chest. you heated up a kettle of water, pulling a tea bag out from the cabinet. you made your sleepy time tea in your sleepy time mug and no one could stop you. not even bakugo katsuki.

you stepped back out into the living room, eyeing the lamp. it was on the side table on the opposite side of the couch of bakugo. because of course it had to be. your life was a comedy where everything was perfectly not perfect.

you raised your chin, walking over to the couch and sitting down. you opened up your book, folded your legs underneath you, and sipped on your tea. all without a word to bakugo.

younger bakugo would have screamed at you for sitting 6 feet away from him and cussed you out with words you didn’t even know. this bakugo just grunted and kept his eyes on the tv. some news program was playing.

maybe the rumors were true. this bakugo wasn’t the bakugo of the first year sports festival. this bakugo had seen some shit. deeply depressing and dark shit no 18 year old should have ever had to see.

whatever. you refused to make excuses for him.

you cared more about your book than spiky hair.

you nestled deeper in the couch cushion, settling in for a nice, night read.

…

you startled awake, sitting up quickly, your book falling out of your open hands. you blinked the sleep out of your eyes, looking all around you.

bakugo stood a few feet away, looking back over his shoulder at you. “sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” he slouched off.

you narrowed your eyes; that was very weird. very weird. you’d written a few opinion pieces on bakugo and none of them were nice. you often criticized his attitude, his brashness with civilians, his anger management problems. he didn’t care about being kind or considerate.

right?

it was too late to be contemplating such things. you walked back to your room, empty mug and book in tow.

you’d think more tomorrow, after a good night’s sleep.

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you’d had the same problem every night. you’d lay down in bed, only to not be able to fall asleep and for your legs to twitch relentlessly.

you knew when you got in bed you wouldn’t be able to sleep, but you kept trying every night. then, you’d pull yourself out of bed and make tea. you had a stack of journalism books ready to lull you to sleep.

tonight, you picked up one about divisive writing. you grabbed your mug and set off down the hallway.

bakugo was on the couch again, another news program on tv. you slipped into the kitchen and made your tea.

he was still there when you walked back out, sitting in the middle of the sofa with his arm draped over the back. you sat your mug down on the coffee table and he scooted closer to the opposite side.

you gave him a slight smile of appreciation. one that was met with a good look of his profile. the blue glow of the tv made his features look sharper, rough and brawny.

you settled into the couch, massaging your sore thighs, nose already buried in your book.

…

you woke with a pain in your neck, literally and figuratively. you had fallen asleep on the couch again, your neck curled against the armrest.

it wasn’t unusual for you to fall asleep on the couch in your regular dorm, but two nights in a row was weird.

your book was neatly laid on the table, bookmark safetly in place. you didn’t remember closing your book. you would have just gone back to your room if you stopped reading.

maybe bakugo took it out of your hands. no. ha. no way.

you were just sleep deprived. that was all.

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a week went by with nothing weird. you’d read your book, drink your tea, stand up and excuse yourself. bakugo would grunt or mumble hello but that was it.

tonight was different. bakugo wasn’t on the couch when you walked into the living room. your frowned and sat down in your usual spot. it may take 21 days to form a habit but it took way less for you to get used to bakugo’s presence next to you on the couch. the room was even darker without the glow of the tv. it was too quiet.

you turned on the tv and changed the channel to the hero news network. you just needed the background noise.

you opened your book, but got only 5 pages read before he appeared.

his hair was wet, towel dried, sticking up all over the place. his black tshirt stuck to his wet skin. his hands were red, looking like they had been scrubbed raw. his face was stern, eyes dark, mouth a thin line. he said nothing, just sat down on the couch, sitting as far away from you as possible.

bakugo picked the remote up off the table, switching the tv to an online news stream.

you resisted the urge to ask him why. this streamer was well known for being a villain sympathizer. bakugo hadn’t watched his streams the last two nights. why now?

you switched your attention to the tv, tearing your eyes away from bakugo’s harsh features.

“again, we find ourselves asking, why are we putting our safety in the hands of teenagers?” the streamer laughed harshly. “the near disaster today should remind us of all of just how unsafe we are. will the young hero bakugo ever learn from his mistakes? how many of our children will be scarred and beaten before the safety commission takes away his license?”

phone recorded video played, screams and shouts heard in the background. a fuzzy bakugo was fighting a villain in the middle of the street, some sort of scarf dancing in the air. the video zoomed in to show the scarf wrapped around a screaming toddler, floating high in the air. fire raced up the scarf, dancing closer and closer to the child. the child screamed, leaning away from the flames. bakugo finally grabbed the child, but landed hard on the ground, the child wrapped in his arms. the scarf had been ripped, the fire on its edges put out. the video panned out to show the villain gone.

“folks,” the streamer said, “is bakugo a hero? did he not start the fire himself? when fighting a villain with a paper quirk, you gotta think the man would be careful with his fire. and this isn’t the only time bakugo has been careless. remember the oil fire last year? i sure do and-“

you stood up and yanked the remote from his hand, turning the tv off.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” bakugo seethed, narrowing his eyes at you, grabbing for the remote. there was the angry boy you remembered.

“no, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you quipped back, keeping the remote behind you.

bakugo slumped, all anger disappearing. “fuck,” he ran a red hand over his face. “i know i fucked up. i was just trying-“

“what? no. i’m not- you’re not-“ you sighed. “don’t watch that shit. don’t give him streams and money he doesn’t deserve. you saved that kids life. it doesn’t matter what went wrong, the kid is safe.”

he stared at you. “you wrote that article about the oil.”

you were surprised he knew who you were. you were just a lowly school journalist with a knack for getting in trouble for writing articles looking down on the school.

“you write shit articles about heroes all the time.”

you frown, “i write about the way society fails the children they send to fight their battles. there is something systemically wrong with a country who sends a 19 year old to fight a B rank villain by himself with civilian hostages and then bashes him online for making a mistake he wasn’t trained to handle.”

bakugo opens his mouth, but you aren’t done.

“you made a mistake today, but it was a mistake out of desperation to save the child. you are not the villain here, katsuki bakugo,” you point at the tv. “he is, for ever making you feel like one.”

bakugo is quiet, big red eyes looking up at you.

you’re out of breath, your hands on your hips. “okay,” you drop the remote on the couch, picking up your book, “i’m going to bed. good night.”

you walked away quickly, the reality of your outburst setting in. how embarrassing. and you left your mug on the table.

jesus christ. what a night.

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you were almost too embarrassed to go to the living room the next night. but what did you have to be embarrassed about? your outburst was all true. it was what you wrote about. it was what you were passionate about. honestly, it was a great on the spot reaction.

you snuck past the couch, bakugo stretched out, legs on the coffee table, arm on the back of the couch, and into the kitchen.

a kettle of hot water was waiting for you, your mug set on the counter by the stove. hmm. a crease was already settling between your eyebrows.

you padded out into the living room, plopping down on the couch.

“hey,” bakugo said, eyes meeting yours.

“did you set out the kettle?” you asked, unable to quell your curiosity.

bakugo turned his gaze back to the tv, “yeah.”

“thank you,” you said quietly.

bakugo said nothing.

you opened up your book. you had one chapter left. you were reading a cheesy, hallmark grade, cozy mystery that was going to end neatly with a bow around it. you secretly enjoyed it.

you finished your chapter quickly with a happy sigh. it ended exactly how you had predicted on page 10. how satisfying. you felt in control of one thing, at least.

“good night, bakugo,” you said quietly, standing up from your spot on the couch.

his eyes flickered to yours, then back to the tv.

oh, how nice sleep would be after a day like today.

…

you racked your brain for everything bad you had done in the past few weeks. nothing seemed bad enough to deserve this punishment. you just wanted sleep. sweet, peaceful sleep.

but no.

instead, you laid in bed, your mind unable to shut off. your legs twitched, anxious to be moved every five minutes.

ugh.

you got out of bed, throwing on an oversized hoodie. you practically stomped back into the kitchen. hopefully, your sleepytime tea would actually bring you sleepytime.

you stopped and slid a few inches in your socks. the tv was still on in the living room. you moved to investigate it.

“bakugo?” you frowned. “why are you still up? it’s 3 in the morning. don’t you have training at 7?”

he turned to look at you, dark eyes meeting yours. “can’t sleep.”

you nodded, walking over to the couch. “me neither.”

bakugo was sitting in the middle of the couch instead of his usual all-the-way-to-the-left. you sat down beside him, much closer than usual. if you set your hand beside you, your fingers would brush his thigh. you weren’t thinking about that at all. not even a little bit.

the office reruns played on the tv. very different than the typical news programs he watched.

you would laugh quietly every time something funny happened, but bakugo was stoic as ever. you weren’t convinced he wasn’t sleeping with his eyes open.

on second thought, it was weird seeing bakugo so quiet. he had changed since his first year.

the company picnic episode came on. maybe it’d make your brain calm down enough you could sleep.

…

a ridiculously loud and annoying alarm woke you up. you reached for your phone, not bothering to pick your head up. your pillow shifted and you groaned. no wonder you couldn’t sleep, your bed was extremely uncomfortable.

you sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, slowly adjusting to the dark room.

the tv was still on. wait. you didn’t have a tv in your room. the living room. you were on the living room couch. your hand wasn’t on your night table, but a hard, muscular thigh. bakugo. shit, bakugo.

you shifted away, surprise waking you up uncomfortably quickly. “shit, sorry. fuck, my bad.”

bakugo didn’t seem to hear you. he was throwing his now silent phone down, reclining back against the couch. his arm was still around you, fingers grazing your back. bakugo’s head was on the back bar of the couch, closed eyes looking up at the ceiling.

you looked at him, pursing your lips. you slipped off the couch. “good night, bakugo,” you whispered.

you got into bed, mind fuzzy and quiet, spare for an image of a boy with spiky, blonde hair.

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mllechartreux · 2 years

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You just bought some new clothes and Katsuki is doing work on his laptop while you try them on, commenting every so often, “Mm, Looks good,” and then you get to your favorite piece, the one you were so excited about, the mini skirt. And you put it on and it stops just below your ass and your luscious thighs are on display and they jiggle whenever you take a step, and you’re loving how it looks on you. This whole time you’re too wrapped up in your own appearance you don’t notice Katsuki hasn’t taken his eyes off you either. The illusion the mini skirt creates, it covers the bare minimum of what it’s suppose to and leaves the rest up to your imagination, and damn is he imagining. You’re so excited with how good the skirt looks you get a crop top out to match with it, to really get a good vision of the outfit. Your stomach is slightly pudged out underneath the skirt but your belly button is still showing because you want your dangly belly ring to show. The crop top hugs your chest just right to where you don’t have to wear a bra but it gives the illusion of a push up bra and the outfit as a whole just frames your curves beautifully. Truly Grecian Goddesses have nothing on you. Katsuki finally comes back to reality enough to stalk towards you and grab your hips, pulling your back against his chest. You’re so soft against him, any indentation he makes on your body would just puff back up. “Y’gonna wear that outside so I can growl at any one you dares t’look at ya,” he mumbles in your ear, towering over you. “You’re not mad that I’d wear something like this outside,” you question, knowing full well he doesn’t care and you wouldn’t care even if he did, you’re a grown woman. “Fuck no, it only makes me wanna show you off more,” grabbing your stomach in one hand and grabbing the hem of the skirt in the other, making it sit just a bit higher on your thighs, “You could wear nothing if y’wanted, you’re still mine,”

God fucking damnit what did I do, this was such a self insert. But it was too much to resist.

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blurbios · 1 year

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Burdensome [Overhaul x Reader]

cw: self-doubt, loneliness, cursing, food mention

other: gn! reader, angst(?), dialogue heavy so you’ll have to scroll a bit (sorry)

wc: 3.1k

synopsis: you were growing tired of feeling so far away from your boyfriend who was just down the hallway.

The music from your headphones stopped abruptly, causing you to whip out your phone from your pocket, only to be greeted by the no battery sign flashing on your screen. You let out an annoyed sigh and turned around to make your way to your room to charge it. You thought it had to be late or at least getting late because your phone had been fully charged when you started pacing around the compound. You tried to peek into the office as you passed by, but there were two low ranking members of the coveted Shie Hassaikai stationed outside who obstructed your view. “The boss is working.” One dismissed you, his voice gruff.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime anyways?” The two snickered as you stomped past. You contemplated telling them off and whether or not you should tell Kai when you see him next, but you decided against both. You knew he had a lot on his plate and you didn’t want to add to it, more so than you felt you already did. The winding halls were quiet, your steps echoed as you neared your room. You couldn’t remember the last time you did anything with your boyfriend and you felt terrible. That alone caused a pit to form in your stomach. You plugged in your phone and plopped onto your desk chair, shaking your mouse to wake your desktop. 3:42am was displayed on the corner of the screen, it really was late and Kai was still working. You tried to find something to watch to keep you awake until he inevitably came to join you, but nothing interested you. You thought about playing a game, but as soon as you booted one up you no longer wanted to play.

You grabbed your phone and drafted out a text, “hey are you going to be done soon? it’s pretty late and i didn’t see you once today. i miss you, you know.” You furiously backspaced the message, like you always did, because you didn’t want to bother him. You slammed your phone down out of frustration and breathed in deeply to prevent any crying. It had been months since you moved in and you could count on your fingers how many times you’ve actually done anything with Kai outside of the four walls of your shared bedroom, if you could even consider it shared at this point. He was always busy and you understood that, but if he was so goddamn busy all the time why did you have to be so bored out of your mind all the time? You knew you could go out if you really wanted to, but you’d have to tell him first and he’d assign someone to keep you safe if he himself couldn’t. You knew it bothered him when you went out anyways, so you only went out when he’s the one who proposes it. But it wasn’t fair, you only moved in because he was incessant about it, saying how he wanted you close, practically begging. Sometimes when he was laying next to you it felt like he was miles away. You wanted to scream, the tears you tried to shrug off began to form in your eyes. You wanted to be able to help him, he told you in the past that you just being there helps him, but you knew it was bullshit. You placed your head in your hands and let it all out as your mind raced. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, he did care about you, but he had a goal he was set on before he met you. He did come to bed every night, or at least to your knowledge, he came to bed every night. Most times he just slipped in without waking you and slipped out in the same manner. He had only woken you up a few times and he apologized profusely in those instances. Your eyes started to sting and you could feel the tears drying on your cheeks. You mustered up all your energy to stand up and shuffle over to the en suite bathroom to wash your face.

The cold water was refreshing, but it made you jump a little. You brought both hands to your face and dragged your fingers from the inner corners to the outer corners of your eyes, out to your temples, and down your jaw. You stared at your reflection, you looked drained and you were, rightfully so. You crossed the threshold of your room and scanned the room, looking for something to keep you occupied. Your eyes landed on an old notebook you brought from home, you took it over to the desk and scrounged around for a pen. You figured if you couldn’t say all the things you thought to him, the least you could do was write it to get it out of your brain. Much like your failed text messages, you only wrote a few lines before scribbling them out and ripping out the page, just to crumple it. On your fifth attempt, you actually managed to write the whole thing out. The second you wrote your name at the bottom of the page, you slammed your notebook shut. Again, you checked the time, 4:57am. The sun was going to rise soon, if Kai hadn’t returned by now, he wouldn't. Part of you wanted to bring him a blanket in his office, but the other part of you was far too tired and didn’t feel like trekking back just to be greeted by those two idiots at his door. You tossed and turned for a long while before falling asleep. You woke up to a knock at the door, you sat up groggily to check if Kai was next to you, He wasn’t, causing your heart to sink a bit.

“Y/N?” The familiar voice belonged to Kurono. “You didn’t come for breakfast before, so I figured I’d bring you lunch.” He opened the door slowly, to make sure he didn’t startle you.

“What time is it? You scratched your head.

“Almost 2.” He extended the plate of food to you.

“Where’s Kai? Thanks by the way!” You smiled as you grabbed the plate from him.

“He has a meeting with some on the rise villain soon, so he’s preparing his general spiel, you know how he is.” Of course he was working, you nodded as you rose to walk and set the plate on the desk, pushing things aside to make room..

“Did you see him this morning?” You wanted to stop prodding, but the words left your mouth before you could think.

“Yes. Why is something wrong?”

“Forget I asked. Thanks again for the food.”

“Ah okay, and please refrain from walking around today. We don’t know this guy well and Kai wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” He walked out the door, making sure to shut it behind him. This whole thing was starting to get to you, so much so that your food tasted bland. Even though it was your favorite dish, something felt off. You thought about blowing up his phone again, but apparently it’s an important meeting and you wouldn’t want to ruin it, whatever it was. Confined to your room for the day, you just put on some dumb sitcom and laid in bed scrolling through your phone. You even scrolled through old chat logs between you and Kai, it reminded you how sweet this all felt. A familiar warmth grew in your chest, as you reminisced. You thought moving in would guarantee that you would wake up next to him every morning and that the two of you would tell each other everything, how naive of you. When you started dating the head of a yazuka organization, you didn’t expect much out of it, but you expected something. Hours passed as you wallowed in your room, until you heard a knock at the door again. “Dinner is served!” Kurono said way too cheerily as he walked in.

“Thanks.” You didn’t have the energy to match his demeanor.

“Sorry about you being cooped up in here today, I’m sure he’ll make it up to you.” He picked up your plate from lunch and swapped it with the dinner plate. You felt sick and much to his concern, you looked it too. “Are you feeling okay?”

Of course you weren’t, “Yeah, just a bit annoyed.” A bit. The whole situation was laughable, he couldn’t walk down the halls himself to check in on you, or share a meal. Instead he sends his lackey to feign interest in how you felt.

“Well if there’s anything I can do, just let me know.”

“You can leave.” You knew you shouldn’t take this out on him of all people, but you couldn’t keep the mask on anymore. Without another word, he up and left, leaving you alone once again. You just sat in bed, spacing out, not focussing on anything in particular. The show you had on had stopped playing, who knows how long ago,so the room was quiet. Sitting in bed became laying in bed and at some point you fell asleep, but that was short lived. Kai actually showed up, he was careful to not wake you, trying his best to be light on his feet. He looked over at your sleeping figure and smiled to himself, then gave the room a once over and noticed your dinner untouched. He shook his head, picked up the plate and brought it out of the room, when he came back in he saw that you were sitting upright.

“Kai! You’re back.” You exclaimed, half awake. You quite couldn’t tell if it was a dream or not, so you reached your arms out towards him.

“Listen, I’m sorry for waking you and about today. I know being in here alone all day wasn’t the best, but I had to make sure you would be safe.” You felt the bed dip down a bit as he sat beside you, holding your hands in his.

“Did you send Hari to check on me?”

“Yes. Why?” He tilted his head slightly, raising a brow.

You couldn’t stifle your laugh, “Are you serious?”

There was visible confusion on his face, “Are you suggesting that I shouldn’t have?”

“I’m suggesting that maybe you should have.” Your voice broke when you placed emphasis on ‘you’, causing you to look away from him. He was at a loss for words, you’d never talked to him like that before. You pressed your lips tightly together and shook your head slightly in disbelief when you saw him stop himself from speaking. “What am I to you, Kai?”

“What?”

“Just answer the question.” All the frustration you had felt was pouring out of you, making your words sting.

“Everything.” He locked eyes with you, but you turned away.

“You’re a terrible liar. We both know that isn’t true. If you’re saying it because it’s what you think I want to hear then it makes this even worse. Please, just tell me the truth.”

“Y/N, please. I’m too tired to argue.” He leaned his back against the headboard.

“I’m not trying to argue, I’m just trying to talk to my boyfriend.”

“We can talk tomorrow.” He said as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh, can we now? You sure you’re not gonna be busy again?” You could feel the anger building inside of you. He could feel that the energy in the room switched..

“I—“

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You cut him off and made your way to the door.

He mimicked your actions, “Where are you going?”

“For a walk, you know since I didn’t get to leave this fucking room today.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not because you’re too tired, remember?”

“But—“

“I won’t be long.” You exited the room, chest heavy, legs moving as if you had weights tied to your ankles. You walked to the end of the hall and back, counting your breaths to calm yourself and to prevent spiraling further. You stood a couple of feet before the doorway for a while, contemplating just walking out completely. You let out a deep sigh and stepped up to the doorway. The scene in front of you made you feel as though a ton of bricks had just been dropped on you. There he was standing over your desk, notebook in hand, a small tremor visible in his hands. “What are you–Kai, I, I’m sorry.” He looked so hurt, something you’ve never seen. He looked up at you and tried to collect his thoughts, but as his eyes met yours all he could see was the words he had just read.

Kai,

I don’t know how to say any of this or if I’ll ever even get the chance to say all this. I love you, I do, but it feels like our relationship is just an afterthought or rather I’m an afterthought. I understand that you’re busy with work, that’s why I’ve held on to this as long as I did. It’s also why I try to avoid bothering you. You have so much on your shoulders, I don’t want to be burdensome, but maybe having me move in was a bad idea. We rarely get to see one another and most of the time we spend together is sleeping. I want to be a good partner, I want to make you happy, but it’s hard to do when I’m too worried to even send you a text. I worry about you, you work way too much, and I worry that one day it’ll become so important that you forget about me entirely. These days it feels like you’re some kind of urban legend and everyone I run into around the compound has a story about seeing you, yet I always miss out on the sighting. I don’t expect you to drop everything for me, I don’t want you too, I know how important your work is to you and how important to everyone it will be if it all goes right, but I expect something. I’m not asking for a mile here Kai, just a goddamn inch. God forbid I want to spend time with you or go out in town like a normal person without having to jump through hoops to get permission. You say it’s to keep me safe, so you can have me close, but it hurts. I’m sorry.

-y/n

He returned the book to its former position and sat gently on the edge of the bed, eyes focused on the floor. The room was filled with a sad silence, until he finally broke it. “Is that really how you feel?” He bit the inside of his lip, so he wouldn’t cry in front of you.

“It probably came off too harsh, I–” You felt so guilty for upsetting him.

“Do I really make you feel like this?” He had a pained expression on his face, brows furrowed slightly.

“Yeah, maybe, sometimes, I don’t know.” You rubbed the back of your neck, you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact. He looked at you and saw the tears welling in your eyes, his expression dropped even more. You tried to blink them away, but your eyes began to overflow and you couldn’t stop it. “I’m sorry.” You repeated over and over, each time more and more defeated. You couldn’t stand anymore, your chest hurt too much. You dropped yourself on the bed next to him.

“I’m sorry.” He brought your head to his shoulder as an attempt to soothe you. The contact with him made it feel real, he was there next to you, trying to make you feel better. You’ve missed his touch so much that it took everything in you not to fold instantly.

“It’s fine, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have written that.” You said between shaky breaths.

“You don’t deserve this. I’ll be better, y/n.” He placed his arm around your shoulders and began to trace patterns on your arm.

“So will I.” You sniffled, dragging your nose across the back in your hand.

“Huh? You have nothing to apologize for and nothing to be better at, you have done nothing wrong.” He placed emphasis on those last words, saying them slowly, making sure you heard them clearly. He got up to retrieve the tissue box from the nightstand. He handed you a tissue and used another to wipe your tears from your face, flashing you an apologetic smile.

“Thank you.” You blew your nose and tossed it in the bin.

“You know you can talk to me right?” He tilted your chin up so your eyes would meet his. His gaze was warm, no trace of annoyance on his face, just concern and genuine care.

“But you’re always doing something, I don’t want—”

“You could never be a burden to me. Knowing that you’re here puts me at ease, knowing that I can see you whenever I want warms my heart.” He held one of your hands in between both of his.

“Yeah, but I want to be able to see you whenever I want. It’s a two-way street, Kai. It isn’t fair that it’s always on your terms, and only on your terms.” You placed your free hand on top of his.

“I never thought of it like that, I didn’t realize my rules were such a hindrance.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before continuing, “I’m sorry, my dear, for these things I've made you feel, for the lack of time I've spent with you, all of it. I shouldn't have let someone so precious to me slip through the cracks. I’m going to be better, starting right now. Whatever you want to do tomorrow, we’ll do it.”

“Really?” You smiled for the first time in days. “Really, but you need to promise me something first.”

“What is it?”

“Promise me that you won’t stop yourself from reaching out to me anymore.”

“But what if you're busy?”

“I’ll let you know when it’s an important client, besides that you can come in whenever you want.”

“Then I promise.” You threw your arms around him and he returned your embrace, holding you tighter than he ever had before.

“Good.”

“But you’re gonna get sick of me quick.” You said as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

“You’re the one person I could never get sick of.” His words were sincere, he kept one hand on your back and brought the other up to cradle your head.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

a/n: this started out more lighthearted in my head, but as i wrote i got super emo, so i’m sorry y’all. also, fun fact! i got back into mha because i watched the overhaul arc and was suddenly down bad

#bnha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #mha x gn!reader #mha reader insert #shie hassaikai #overhaul #overhaul imagine #overhaul x y/n #kai chisaki #kai chisaki x reader #kai chisaki x you #chisaki kai #chisaki kai x reader #boko no hero academia x reader #chisaki overhaul #overhaul x you #overhaul x reader

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kinq-sleazee · 1 year

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“may god help those who’d dare to disrespect his queen”

JUJUTSU KAISEN

1. House of JJK (Frat House AU)

- mean boi meg

2. Gojo loves oral

3. Mahito loves anal

4. Gojo still loves oral

5. Gojo doesn’t love you

6. Sharing is Caring - GojoGeto

7. The Detriment of Our Origin- Sukuna

8. A Night In - Yuuji Itadori

BOKO NO HERO ACADEMIA

1. Meanzuku Pt. 2

2. Bakugo is a bully

3. You and Sero go together

4. Baby daddy Deku

5. KRBK

6.Sleazy Deku

7.Shiggy Cries

8.Shiggy is mean

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inhabitedselfshipper · 11 months

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Wow your character is such a Mary Sue. You can't just have every character be immediately in love with you!

Me:

#mary sue #selfship #self shipping #f/os #selfshipping #s/i #selfship meme #self ship community #self insert community #self ship positivity #self ship imagine #self ship #self insert #mha #mnha #my hero acedamia #boko no hero academia

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mystistyx · 2 years

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let’s talk about hawks

mini headcannons of the good, the bad and the sexy

special thanks to the biggest hawks simp i know for helping me out @gardenofdreams ❥

the good

❥ the best medicine: with hawks’ natural ability to be flirty, witty and charming, you often find yourself in laughter when being blessed by his presence. whether it be a borderline dad joke or a highly intellectual one, hawks’ never fails to place a smile on your face. it’s an added bonus for you, always catching his bright smile and cheery eyes. both of you aren’t strangers to literal laughing pains and the unfortunate second hand embarrassment of onlookers when they have no idea why both you manage to sound like dying hyenas in the middle of public. even on your worst of days, it’s extremely difficult to stay mad or in sorrow when your favorite bird brings you utter goofiness.

❥ by land, air or sea: the commission has hawks on a tight rope when it comes to work as being comfortable with traveling and sometimes covering at different agencies are mandatory. with that though, hawk’s has become accustomed (and frankly spoiled) when it comes to traveling. on both of your off days, he’s quick to snatch you up and take you somewhere new. could be a new restaurant, a new city, old park to pick up some nostalgia, or even a light walk around the block. he’s always in motion and if you can, he adores it when you’re able to experience it with him. while you won’t always be allowed to take a picture for memories, you and hawks both enjoy little keep sakes. while you mostly have the shrine of memories in your own home quarters, hawks likes to have his scattered around, always finding the perfect memory whenever he looks within his home.

❥ pathetic but cute romantic: as much as a smooth talker hawks is, he really doesn’t know how to make the lovey dovey moves. he just simply struggles on every aspect that isn’t clear and cut. but however, that does not stop his determination on the matter. occasionally, you’ll both have to air out the kitchen from him leaving the chicken in the oven for too long and deciding to stick with takeout. more frequently, you’ll have to remind him that while you appreciate the flowers, him adding too much flower food to the water actually kills the flowers faster rather than keeps them alive for longer. and unfortunately, to enjoy a bubble bath with candles and wine, floating wine glasses only works when he doesn’t flap his wings within the water, making the floor a slip and slide. as mentioned, pathetic.. but the effort on his part will never die just like his love for you.

the bad

❥ workaholic: a driven and hard working man is attractive and will never not be. but there comes a point to where it can be an obsession, unhealthy, and dangerously addicting. it stresses and scares you, let alone hawks himself. he knows he has an issue but with the commission ingraining the work load into every fiber of his being, no one, not even himself, can stop hawks. one of the worst days of both of your lives was you waiting up until 4am in your bed, terrified of the news. a massive bombing in the inner city, taking out multiple buildings and destroying countless streets. your heart exploded with every update the news and social media gave. it almost seemed hopeless. but with hawks finally walking through the door, covered in ashe, tattered clothes and that almost war zone look, and saying he just had to stay and help.. it made you question whether he even cared about his safety at all. hawks may be a hero, but unfortunately will never be able to save himself from disarray.

❥ self care: due to hawks’ workaholic ways, basic self care and hygiene can slip his mind easily. unlike him knowing he has a work problem, still to this imaginary day, knowing when his funk is lingering doesn’t process in his brain. you really try your best to tell him lightly. suggesting a shower together, offering some gum in the middle of the day, asking which fragrance of yours he enjoys the most by subtly spraying more than one. this issue really does hurt the both of you. you know deep down that everyone can struggle with this issue, and seeing your love go through it constantly can put a damper in your mood.

❥ family struggles: whether you want children or not, hawks mindset on the topic is troubling. for the readers that have a functional uterus, this might hurt you the most. if you ever find yourself pregnant, you know you have to let hawks know. he’s overall a reasonable man and having the knowledge would make him happy. it just becomes concerning to you that when you do tell him, he simply has no words. he’s stuck on what to say and how to act. but eventually he does something. and what is that exact thing? he takes time to himself and flies into the city to clear his head. that absolutely breaks your heart into a plethora of pieces knowing that could have ended your relationship. hawks does come back to his senses and returns to you to talk it out, but would you still be in love with him when his first instinct is to run?

the sexy

❥ foreplay: foreplay is a majorly overlooked thing in the realm of sex. but honestly? it can be just as good as an orgasm and when it’s good, you may even have an orgasm before the real fun begins. hawks’ favorite type of foreplay is long makeout sessions and mutual masturbation. both of you on your knees on the bed, lightly fighting to stay risen up while attacking each others lips with your hands edging and toying with each other’s sex? it’s truly an ode to the younger teenage years, just desperate for feeling each other in the closest way without going all the way.

❥ sensory play: feathers are everyone’s first idea when it comes to hawks, it’s only natural when he holds hundreds of them on his luscious body. but other options are more favorites of his, especially blindfolds. if the blindfold is on you, he gets thrilled over huffing hot air around your limbs and neck. seeing your squirm and not know where it’s coming from next. if hawks has the blindfold on, he loves the feeling of hot wax. hawks has always had the idea of temperature play, but anything too hot or cold would ruffle his feathers in the worst way. wax gives him a good middle ground to explore and be free.

❥ the spring rut: in fanon lore, ‘spring hawks’ or ‘rutting season hawks’ is when hawks has the unnerving urge to heavily breed once spring begins, since he is part bird. if you don’t think about the actual science of birds and how off putting it can be, there is a some truth to how accurate it could be. being in a full rut would disturb his work flow entirely but the idea of him being more sensual during the season changes would be apparent. you would get all the blush worthy texts during work, never a moment alone with your home, and evenings out to dinner would have to take place more in the bathroom or car.

❥ begging: one of hawks’ guilty pleasures is hearing you beg. he won’t admit it but it fuels his hero hunger ego. knowing that you need him desperately in anyway possible? the man could cum alone just hearing your whimpers for him to touch you, your pleads for him to make love or fuck, any words really. hawks will never not love whatever you have to say… or moan senselessly.

masterlist // hawks’ feather pile

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rose-riot-johnson · 5 months

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So Rose,

Since I'm transitioning.

How about a They/Them reader (who is a potential They/He) coming out and getting on testosterone and top surgery while dating Hitoshi and him being supportive and kind+ promising to use any pronouns they want and test out any names they want!

I can definitely see what I could do with writing this type of fanfic, @hitoshislover (Aevyn)😃👍It would definitely be fun type of fanfic to write about😁👍 If this is I'm adding on to what you requested😅 Also, like the other request I may end up doing this fanfic in head cannon(?) form, if you don't mind😅

*Atleast 1 of the paragraphs in this head cannon(?) fanfic may contain lots of pronouns use in it😅

💜Supportive Shinsou Will Always Be By Your Side💜((Adult) Hitoshi Shinsou x They/Them Who Is Potential They/He Reader)

Genres: Head Cannon(?) and possible comfort

*When you first told your boyfriend, Hitoshi Shinsou about transitioning and came out to him about getting testosterone and top surgery, not only he will be supportive with your decision to get the surgery, he will also be excited for you. He accepts you for who you are, so ofcourse he will be a supportive boyfriend, especially when you came out to him about transitioning. He will also be proud of you that you told him this, as well.

*You explained to Shinsou about your pronouns being they/he now, instead of they/them, as you would ask him, if he would be willing to use the they/he instead of the pronouns you used to go by, which he will go by your request to use the they/he pronouns, instead of they/them pronouns that he used to use for you. He would be more than happy to go by your pronouns that you have now, because he understands a person's pronouns are important to respect and he definitely will respect your pronouns. If he's supportive about your transition surgery you came to him about, ofcourse he will support you pertaining your pronouns, which is they/he pronouns.

*When it comes to picking out new names when it comes to the transition, he would definitely help you pick out names with you. When a new name pops up in his head he will ask, if this name the pops in his would be okay for you to have then that will be your new official name. So, needless to say the name both you and Shinsou compromised and agreed is your new name.

*When the day of the testosterone and top surgery came Shinsou will definitely wish you good luck (the hugs and kisses will be up to the reader's imagination) and he tells you, "I love you, (They/Them who is potential They/He Reader).", before you start getting surgery. Once the surgery was done, he still will be the supportive boyfriend for you and still stay by your side. You're more than happy that you have a supportive boyfriend who will always be by your side, even after the testosterone surgery.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this fanfic my Tumblr Peeps😁👍As for you Aevyn I hope you enjoyed the fanfic, as well😃👍If I did make errors on grammar, I did have trouble on thinking about how to write it, because of distractions outside of Tumblr😅Anyways I still hope this fanfic will do and thank you for being patient and always nice about requesting fanfics and I hope this fanfic makes your day and/or night Aevyn☀️🌕😃👍

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undergoing-mitosis · 9 months

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oh fuck. i just realised why i love dabi so much.

it's cause he reminds me of fuckin revivebur.

#they weren't wrong when they said you can never escape the dsmp huh #no but imagine them meeting. they would either destroy the world together or be arch nemeses there is no inbetween #i have thought about this way too much haven't i-#ramblings #bnha #mha #bnha dabi #mha dabi #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #dsmp #the dream smp #dream smp #wilbur soot #wilbur #cwilbur #c!wilbur #revivebur #revivedbur

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the-weeping-author · 1 year

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Upcoming fic Snippet

He puffed his chest out, and stepped in my personal space. The sudden closeness made me blush softly, my fingers started instinctively playing with the bottom hem of my shirt. My eyes looked at the floor as his breath brushed lightly against my forehead, I've really done it this time. Since I've known the ash blonde he's never stood this close to me, my eyes dance across his covered chest softly.

"How obscure! Love is for the weak, and I'm not where near weak! Dont tell me what I need to appreciate, and I couldn't give a shot if girls talked to me or not. That just makes another sappy extra like you getting in my way."

My stomach knotted up at his words, and my smile slowly faltered. I swallowed thickly, my eyes making direct contact with his red ones. My eyes tingled softly at his words Indicating that tears were pooling in them. I took in a deep breath, feeling my heart pound in my ears. His scent filled my nostrils, but his words echoed in my mind. My lips parted, and my nails dug into my thigh tightly.

"Yeah I might be an extra to you bakugou, but at least I'm not a coward and use anger as a crutch to hide my true emotions."

Kirishima gasped softly at my response, his eyes softened when he looked at me. Bakugou opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, he blinked softly as he looked me up and down. His breath became less aggressive, but confusion etched it's way on his face.

Authors note: I hope this makes you guys interested, and I will be posting this fic soon!!

#katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou katsuki #my hero imagines #boko no hero academia #bakugo x reader

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summerlovingbaby · 2 years

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Safe With Me

tw: domestic violence and mentions of abusive relationships

“Sorry I’m late. Chris was being clingy.” Y/N said, walking into the common room. It was usually empty on Saturday afternoons. People who had stuff planned were long gone and people who had no plans had gone back to their dorm rooms to study or do whatever. “We waiting on anybody else, or can we head out? “she smiled, digging through her purse, looking for her phone. “Ah crap, I left my phone, I’ll be right back.” she muttered.

Kirishima got half off amusement park tickets and bought some. Him, Todoroki, Deku, Bakugou, Denki were going. Her bestest friends in the world. The only reason Chris allowed her to go was because she had been getting extra clingy and he was getting annoyed with her.

“We can get your phone later. Why don’t you have a seat Y/N? Todoroki prompted, motioning to an empty chair.”

It was only then that she looked up and saw the rather serious looks on her friend's faces. They looked like they were about to tell her that someone died or something.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?” she asked. “I mean, is everything okay?”

“Have a seat?” he repeated.

She reluctantly sat down. “You guys are starting to freak me out.” She spoke. “Care to tell me what’s going on?” Denki sat down next to her and nodded firmly. “Okay, what the hell is happening? Someone tell me?” she tried not to yell. Chris hated yelling.

They all just looked at her like lost puppies.

“Deku, whats happening?”

“I uh... we don’t exactly know how to say this, but... but uh-” he started to look down at his hands like he was nervous.

“Is he hitting you?” Bakugou snapped. It was more of a shout than anything.

“Excuse me?”

“Bakugou chill-” Kirishima started.

“Is he hitting you?” Todoroki asked.

“You guys aren’t making sense.” Y/N starting to stand up.

“Is he hitting you yes or no?” being asked again.

“I told you I ran into a wall!” she snapped .

“Really, you ran into a wall 16 times in the past. I have two days?” Denki spoke up.

“What is this, some type of intervention?” she looked around.

“Y/N, is he hitting you?” Todoroki asked again.

“No, Chris is not hitting me. I ran into a door!” she snapped. “I am leaving.” She stood up, but Denki grabbed her purse, and her purse had the key to get back in her dorm, so she was stuck.

“A door or a wall?” Todoroki asked.

“Both, I’m clumsy!” she yelled. “GIVE ME BACK MY PURSE.”

“Say it again. Maybe I’ll believe you.” Bakugou snapped. He had a knack for spotting out liars, and Y/N hadn’t told one truth yet.

“Give me back my purse?” she looked at him like he was speaking Latin.

This wasn’t working. They were pushing her way too hard, and if they kept it up, they would push her right back into the arms of that manipulative asshole and they would lose her forever.

“Take off your jacket.” Kirishima prompted. Y/N just looked at her, a bit confused. “It’s 93 degrees. You don’t need a jacket.” She shrugged the jacket off. She was wearing long sleeves. That jacket she stole from Kirishima when they were in middle school, for some reason it still fit her. “And your scarf.”

“I’m not taking off my scarf.”

“Its 90 degrees outside. You don’t need a scarf.”

“I get cold. I’m anemic.”

“You took off your jacket.” Todoroki.

“I’m wearing long sleeves. Now give me back my damn purse. I’m leaving.” She reached for her purse, but Denki pulled it away.

“You’re not leaving, we won’t let you.” he yelled, pulling the purse close to his chest.

“JUST TELL US THE TRUTH.” Bakugou shouted.

“WHAT TRUTH?”

“ IS HE HITTING YOU?”

Y/N was getting tired of this conversation and just wanted to go home. All she wanted to do was go to the amusement park with her friends and now she was the center of an intervention. All she had to do was tell the truth and she could go back to her room.

“It happened once, he apologized, said it wouldn’t happen again, and it hasn’t. Are we done?” she extended her arm, waiting for Denki to return her purse.

“Y/N.” Deku didn’t want to believe it.

“My purse.” She said again.

“Just once, you want me to believe that.” Bakugou snapped.

“It’s the truth.” She said.

“There’s a bruise on your face.” he pointed out.

“I ran into a cabinet.”

“A cabinet, a wall, a door?” Todoroki questioned

This wasn’t working. Y/N was this close to leaving, and the only reason that she was because she was looking for a reason to stay. Kirishima reached for the scarf around her neck and pulled it off, revealing a hand print bruise around her neck.

The room went silent for a moment and Y/N fell backwards on the couch. There was no way they were going to let her leave now.

“JUST ONCE, YOU SAID IT WAS JUST ONCE. I’M GONNA KILL HIM-” he yelled, but when he saw Y/N flinch, he shut his mouth.

Kirishima sat down next to her and grabs her hands. “Can I ask you something?” she doesn’t move, just continues to look at her lap. “You know we want to help you, right?”

“Can I go back to my room?” she mutters. She stands up and grabs the purse from Denki, who is too stunned to resist. She made it halfway to the door before anyone dares to speak.

“HE TELLS YOU HE LOVES YOU.” Kirishima shouts after her.

“He does love me.” she snaps.

“ HE SAYS HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL EVER LOVE YOU.”

“Shut-up.”

“The relationship started out great, and fun, and he was loving and sweet-”

“You know nothing about my relationship.”

“And then one day he hits you, and he’s so sorry after, and he buys you flower after to say sorry because he feels bad-”

“ He does feel bad.”

“Says it won’t happen again, until it happens again, and again and again-”

“Shut-up.”

“And every time you think it’s your fault, if you hadn’t made him angry or just did what he asked. And every single time he tells you that he loves you, that he cares about you, and he realizes that he can take advantage of you so he won’t stop.”

“ LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“And then one day he chokes you. He tells you it was an accident, that he didn’t mean to, he won’t do it again. But he will for the rest of your life.”

“Please-”

“He will not stop hitting you- choking you. And one day in 20 years you’re going to be at the bottom of a flight of stairs, and you’re going to realize we were trying to help.”

“ STOP.”

“He’s going to keep hitting you, and hitting you and hitting you, and he will not stop until he kills you.”

“HE LOVES ME!” she shouts, tears fall down her face and splash on the floor.

“This isn’t love, it's abuse.” he says softly, picking up the hem of her shirt, revealing a stomach full of bruises. “Jesus Y/N.” he muttered to herself.

“He cares about me.”

“Y/N he won’t stop, he will keep hitting you, over and over again, until he kills you.” he repeated.”

“STOP IT PLEASE!” she shouts, covering her ears and collapsing to the ground. Tears fall down her face.

The room is silent and quiet except for Y/N’s cries. Nobody knew exactly what to do. Well Bakugou knew he was about to go commit manslaughter, and Deku knew he had some phone calls to make, and Denki knew that he was about to fry someones’ brains so bad that they wouldn’t remember their own name, and Todoroki knew that he was about to turn someone’s fingers into popsicles. But they didn’t know exactly how to comfort her.

Kirishima did.

“Hey guys, can we get a second?”

They all left, Bakugou mumbling something about manslaughter. Kirishima knelt down to her level. She was crying into her hands.

“I’m sorry that this happened to you.” he whispered.

“It was my fault.”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” he lifted her chin, so they could look at each other in the eyes. Her eyes were red, and her face was wet with tears. It was not your fault, and you didn’t deserve any of it. We care about you so damn much and we couldn’t stand to see you hurting.” he muttered. “He whispered. “I can’t stand to see you getting hurt. I just couldn’t.”

“Oh Ei.” she spoke and reached behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. It was sweet and warm and welcoming, and it felt safe. For the first time in a while, she felt safe kissing a boy. But then he pulled away, and he looked almost sad. “I’m sorry... I didn’t- I’m sorry for- I shouldn’t have.” She whispered, pulling away.

She tried to wipe her tears away, but they just kept coming. But he grabbed her and held their foreheads together.

“I want to kiss you so bad.” he whispers.

“Then why did you pull away?”

“I care about you so much-”

“I think I love you.” She whispers. “Like love you, love you.”

“I love you so damn bad my chest hurts.” he whispers.

“Then kiss me.” she pleads. “Please.”

“I can’t-”

“Why?”

“I love you, and I respect you enough to give you the time and space that you need to process everything that just happened.”

“I don’t need space.”

“I don’t want you to feel forced into being with me. You need to take some time to figure yourself out before you commit to something new.”

“But-”

“You might not want space now, but once everything calms down, you will need space to comprehend what happened. I’ll wait for you, as long as it takes.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“I’ll still be here, for whatever you need, whenever you need. I’ve waited for 5 years. I can wait a little more.”

“Will you walk me to my room? I don’t want to be alone”

“Like I said, whatever you need.” he whispered, and kissed her on her forehead. A safe kiss, a warm kiss, and a welcoming one.

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sunflowerrosewood · 2 months

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Fluff Alphabet ~ Izuku Midoriya

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the alphabet!

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A: Alluring (What attracts the other?)

He adores your kind nature. No matter how many times he breaks his body, you are there to help him.

You adore his "can do" attitude. You like that he is willing to go to the ends of the Earth to be the best.

B: Baby (ideas on family)

He's scared. What if his child ends up quirkless? But the little voice inside his head wants to see mini mes of him and you. Maybe like two would be enough.

C: Cuddles (How do you hold each other?)

Most of the time you two are cuddled into each other's chest. Soft snores and holding each other tight. But there are days where Izuku feels like he's alone in his battles and asks to be the little spoon. Usually he apologizes till you hush his worries.

D: Dates (What are the best dates?)

The best date was going to see his mother. Inko cooked for you two and did the embarrassing baby photos. After the embarrassment, you two relaxed in his room for hours. Just seeing his mother happy about you made it the best.

E: Endearing (Actions that mean a lot)

He appreciates when you stand up to Bakugou's taunts. You don't do it often but if you notice that the taunts are getting worse then you will step in.

You appreciate his pillow talk. Here me out. Every time you go to bed, Izuku is there talking about how he'll protect you and how he can't live without you. When he realizes you are asleep, you'll feel a kiss on the tip of your nose.

F: Falling in Love (When they realized they love you?)

So it might have been during the Sports Festival. You actually ended up against a class 1-B student and won before going against Kaminari. Izuku was taking so many notes on you but he noticed he would mention your figure or your smile, not your quirk. He knew he was a goner.

G: Giggle (What is their laugh like?)

Bright and cheerful. You love when Izuku is laughing because it seems like the day couldn't get any better.

H: Hands (Where are their hands? Yours?)

Both of your hands are intertwined. Uraraka and Iida would definitely comment on this but you two always make the excuse to not loose each other. Iida still complains but you bet your money that Uraraka is gushing.

I: Insecurities (What are the insecurities each have in the relationship?)

That he's not strong enough. Izuku feels that sometimes you deserve someone like Kirishima or even Bakugou. It hurts to see you pair so well with them. But you always erase those worries.

You worry that you are holding him back. Izuku wants to be #1 and you feel like you are holding him from that. But if you ever try to distance yourself, Izuku will clobber you into a hug and apologize until you tell him your worries.

J: Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they act?)

Not jealous but insecure. Like mentioned before, when Izuku sees you laughing with Kirishima he wonders if you should be with him. He trusts his classmates, well majority of them, but he just doesn't see why you like him. He usually doesn't mutter for a while and kinda becomes a shell of himself.

K: Kisses (what are they like?)

Soft and shy. You always get a kiss before class, after school, and when you two walk home. Always. Tradition for you two. But it feels almost like a feather as he kisses you.

L: Luscious (What is their favorite outfit on you?)

Definitely your hero uniform. He thinks you look beautiful in your uniform and also speaks looks. He also is a big praiser on it too.

M: Mornings (what are mornings like?)

When you two live together, he gets up extremely early to train. So while he trains, it gives you enough time to get ready and fix breakfast for you two.

N: Nightmares (how do you comfort them?)

Usually his nightmares have to do with you being taken by LOV. You know when he gets his mightmares because he whimpers. As long as you hug him tight he'll wake up and hold you close to him.

O: Overtook (First impression)

You were a new student to class 1-A. Immediately Uraraka and Tsu took a liking to you but Izuku was too shy to talk to you. I mean what would a beautiful girl have to do with him?

P: Periods (How are they on your period? What do they do to help?)

Kinda odd at first but he talks to his mother. Then from there on, he is your servant. Always running to get things. Hold you when necessary. And of course love when you want extra loving.

Q: Queen (Nicknames for each other)

His: either babygirl or sweets

You: Zuku, Deku, or babe

R: Raw (How to describe your love?)

Rebuilding. This is not in a bad way but your love always finds something new. Whether it is rebuilding each other's confidence or just finding new gifts, it's always different.

S: Song (what is your song

Falling Slowly. It's a sweet song about falling in love slowly over time. And it seems like your love just always falls deeper over time.

T: Thought (favorite memory)

The day you two went swimming at a splash park with Uraraka, Iida, Tsu, and Todoroki. It showed how carefree you were and left a big smile on each other's face.

U: Understanding? (How understanding are they?)

Very. It helps when both of you understand each other's pain. You know when each other is in pain or needs each other.

V: Vanilla (Scent that they associate with you?)

Eucalyptus mint. Very relaxing and calming scent. Izuku always needs someone there to help him and this scent always makes him think of you.

W: World (What do you do that makes them feel complete?)

You make him feel not alone in his struggles. Living up to All Might's expectations is hard and no one understands that. But you try. And that's enough for him.

X: X.O.X.O (What is the number one text sent?)

Good morning Y/n! I love you. Be safe!

Y: You (What are you to him?)

His anchor. You keep him grounded when life gets too hard and keep him human. He isn't invincible and he needs someone to tell him that.

Z: Zircon (What gemstone represents you?)

Quartz. You are clear and always there to protect. You shine with your friends like how a quartz does when the sun hits it just right.

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mllechartreux · 2 years

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Thinking about playing out Katsuki’s ‘Extra’ insult.

He’s got you in front of him and he’s trying to confess his feelings for you. You’re just trying to figure out what’s up with your friend. Of course when you try to tell him that he lets this slip out, “Shut up extra, Im trying to get it out” he growls in frustration, “M’tired of just being friends, I want to be more with you, dammit,” he grits his teeth.

You gasp and cover your mouth with your hands, eyes wide as plates. “Kat-“ you breath out to calm yourself, “Katsuki are you saying, l’m,” you gesture to your chest with both hands dramatically, “being promoted from extra…. to co-leading character!” You scream and giggle in glee, not just from his confession but also because you knew you were funny as hell. He grunts in agreement, calling you a fucking nerd while rolling his eyes and pulling you into his chest. You’ll be his nerdy co lead or whatever. How he puts up with your antics is a mystery.

#MHA #bnha #my hero acedamia #boko no hero academia #katsuki bakugo #Bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #Drabble #imagine #crack #headcannon

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imjustasimpxd · 2 years

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Title: Misunderstanding

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Summary: A romance quickly sparks between Bakugo and his classmate, but with neither of them aware of each other’s feelings, how long will it take for this unseemly conflict to end so they can finally have a chance at being together?

Warnings : cursing, slight angst

Word count : around 1,800 words

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note: Most of my stuff doesn’t contain cussing because I don’t like putting it in my work, however it felt out of character for Bakugo not to cuss so this series will contain cussing.

“𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍!“

Bakugo’s words were all that filled your head. Every sentence making you wince in pain as you remembered who he was talking to in that moment.

“𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎“

Tears soon collected near the edges of your eyes, your hands shaking softly as his voice only grew louder, giving you no choice but to listen.

“𝙾𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔“

Those tears finally took control, slipping from your eyes without consent and quickly rushing down your cheek in an instant.

“Why does it have to be like this??” You cried, leaning your lips against the palm of your hand. “Why does he have to be so confusing??” With your eyes clenched shut, your fingers tightened around your mouth, attempting to cover the sound of your sobs.

You told yourself you wouldn’t let things go too far, that you wouldn’t become too attached to him. But here you were crying in the school bathroom over this same guy…

Katsuki Bakugo

Even from the first day of school you knew you felt something for him. At the time however it was only surface level feelings, mostly based off looks and things like that. But ever since that day, when the two of you got paired up for a training exercise, things quickly became a different story.

“Looks like you’re more powerful than I thought, guess you were holding out on me huh?”

That was his response after witnessing your strength up close in combat, suddenly realizing how much he had underestimated you before. After that, things seemed to only progress. He started talking to you more, asking you questions about yourself as if he was genuinely interested in hearing the answer.

He even began inviting you to hangouts with his friends, giving you the chance to get to know him a little more. After a while, the two of you started building a genuine friendship, allowing you to see who he really was under that mask. It exposed a softer side of him that he rarely showed, and you saw firsthand just how different he could be whenever it came to the people he cared about.

Everything was going so well, but then that’s when it all took a turn for the worst.

“𝚆𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚢/𝚗.“

Your eyes stopped blinking, your lungs quit expanding. His words shattered your heart like a glass window, leaving deep wounds centered around its edges.

That one sentence left you devastated, lessening what little hope you had that he might actually return any feelings for you.

Your mind was conflicted to say the least, there were moments when he’d look at you, but more than just a quick glance. His eyes would linger, catching with yours and sometimes even granting the smallest smile. There were also times when he would compliment your strength during combat, making your heart flutter the moment those words fell from his lips.

His actions always hinted that he could harbor possible feelings towards you, however that one sentence always stuck with you. That one simple sentence drilled its way inside your head with no intention of leaving.

If he really liked you then why would he say he didn’t? Was it just a cover up to hide his actual feelings? Or was it how he truly felt about you?

If only you knew the truth. If only you understood what it meant when he stared at you for long periods of time. Or why he seemed to always be around, almost as if he was looking out for you.

That couldn’t mean he liked you, could it?

Maybe…

But then again he could be so mean sometimes…

“𝙽𝚎𝚛𝚍“ “𝙳𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢“ “𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝“

As you thought about it, it could just be him messing around, I mean he calls everyone names right? But what if these weren’t just jokes, what if he meant it? Did he actually think of you that way? Sometimes the answer seemed clear, but then he’d do something that made you question everything all over again.

It was all so frustrating. What reason was there to hope for a confession, assuming there would ever even be one.

You told yourself you should just drop it, that you shouldn’t let it upset you, but here you were still crying over him in this stupid bathroom.

“I just need to get back to class…” You sighed, wiping the back of your hand across your face before standing upright to open the stall door.

As your feet shuffled out the doorway, your eyes quickly glanced upwards to face the large mirror mounted on the wall. “Its okay… It’s not a big deal.” You exhaled sharply, trying to convince yourself of a reality where your feelings for him didn’t matter.

“Just forget about it,” you mumbled to yourself, fixing your complexion in the mirror before you made your way towards the exit.

As you opened the door, you realized how empty the hallway was. The quiet chatter from nearby classrooms being the only sound to fill the air. “Well, here goes nothing.” You took a deep breath, put on a pleasant expression, and quickly shuffled out the doorway.

Your body moved swiftly, heading back for class 1-A before Mr. Aizawa would get mad at you for being gone too long. However as you rounded the corner, your body soon met with another. The collision sent you backwards, knocking your feet off balance for a second or two.

“Hey, what the- Ohh it’s just you.”

“Hey Bakugo...“

You didn’t even have to look, you knew who it was just by his voice. Regardless, your eyes still peered up to view him, finding his arms lace across his chest as he stood before you.

“Just watch it next time, not everyone is as forgiving as I am.“ He chuckled, flashing you a cheeky grin.

You rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Pretty sure everyone is more forgiving than you.“

“Don’t get it twisted you idiot, I can be nice if I want to.”

Your eyebrows quickly lowered as the words escaped his lips. You figured he was just joking, however there was that word again. “Idiot,” another name he called you a lot, but what did it mean?

Your thoughts suddenly returned to the feelings you had experienced in the bathroom. The confusion, the frustration, it all came rushing back in an instant before you even had time to take control of it. You quickly restrained the tears that tried to force their way down your skin, desperate not to let him see them.

“What’s with the face?”

“Huh?” You quickly snapped out of your thoughts, finding his gaze narrowing in on you.

“Your eyes look red.” He acknowledged, tilting his head to the side as he spoke.

“Oh yeah I just um... I had an eyelash and so my eyes are still a little irritated, that’s all.” You tried your best to appear calm, praying he would believe it.

He paused for a moment, obviously seeing through your poor attempt at an excuse. His eyes quickly glanced over you, analyzing your posture and the excessive fidgeting of your fingers. He could tell something was wrong, but Bakugo didn’t have much understanding on how to comfort someone, especially in a public setting.

“Sh*t! She looks like she’s crying! What am I supposed to do now??” He thought to himself, confused at what his next movie should be. “Should I ask her if she’s alright? No, then she’ll realize I noticed and I don’t want to embarrass her. Do I just leave then? No, that’s rude to just leave. Crap what the h*ll am I even supposed to do?!” Katsuki quickly panicked, his mind flooding with questions faster than he could form any solutions.

Upon noticing your uneasy posture he suddenly cleared his throat, letting out the only logical response he could think of at the time. “Yeah well if there’s someone bothering you then let me know, I really want to see that.”

Bakugo’s eyes quickly widened, realizing the words that just came out of his mouth. “That sounded wrong, I meant “I want to see that” like I want to see if they’re bold enough to try with me there, you know?” He stuttered, trying his best to recover from his panicked response.

“Yeah I get you…” You answered, your voice retaining a quiet tone as you looked away, attempting to hide your face from him. Your eyes quickly headed for the floor, breath trembling softly as you opened your mouth to respond once more. “Well uh... I better get back to class before Mr. Aizawa gets mad at me so um.. I’ll see ya...” The words stumbled from your throat.

You weren’t usually nervous to talk to him, but when your emotions were fighting to take command, it wasn’t exactly the best time to try and keep a conversation going.

“Oh yeah.. see ya.” He responded, his hands creeping into his pockets as he lifted his legs, walking off in the other direction so you would no longer be bothered by his presence.

He never intend on leaving, he wanted to figure out what was bothering you, but he could tell you were at a breaking point and he didn’t want to force you. So after a reluctant sigh he made his way down the opposite path, looking back as you trudged down the hallway.

“D*mn it, why am I so bad at this?!” He scolded himself silently, irritated at his choice of words during your recent conversation.

Katsuki Bakugo had always been a perfect model of confidence and pride, however when it came to you, all that seemed to wither away so easily.

You held a certain power over him that no one else was capable of possessing. Even something as simple as tucking your hair behind your ears or crossing your legs in your chair made him go weak in the knees. You had a way making him stumble over his words, turning the always confident man into a nervous wreck every time he tried to talk to you.

He wished he could tell you how he felt, maybe then all this anxiety would escape from him. But doing so would expose him to the risk of rejection, and all the humiliation that came along with it.

Could he bear it, if you rejected him? Would you hold it over him, gossiping about his confession to the other girls in your class?

It frustrated him to keep his feelings inside, but was it safe for him to share them with you?

I guess the only way to answer that question was by actually confessing, however whether he would do it or not was another question entirely.

In all honesty it’s VERY LIKELY that I’ll get rid of this fic, I just haven’t yet…

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