Of course! Tall buffy ladies are kinda…cool :D I envision her kinda like She-ra maybe, tall and buff and cool! Thank you for this request, it’s perfect (OuO’)
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You were studying in your room when Bakugou pounded on your door. “Open up (Name), we need to talk!” he yelled from the other side of the door. You opened, and he took you by the shoulders, slamming the door behind you.
“Why didn’t you tell me you personally knew All Might? You know how much of a role model he is to me! And to hear you’ve known him since you were a kid! He’s your godfather of something, right?” He demanded, shaking you. “W-well, it’s not like that-”
“What do you mean?! Is he not your godfather?” he questioned, his face turning into a frown, “Is he something to you?” You nodded as he released you from his grip. “He’s…my dad”, you said, watching Bakugou process the information you’d just proved him.
You took a deep breath before repeating yourself. He stared at you in utter confusion. “Okay, but why didn’t you tell me? That’s something I kinda should have known. I warned you about my parents, why didn’t you tell me he was your dad?” You shrugged. “I dunno”, you responded, “I guess I didn’t really have the heart to tell you. And I felt that it wasn’t all that important. You still love me, right? I mean, it’s not like I’m in the hero course to show it off or anything like that.”
“Then why put yourself through it? If it’s not your dream, why are you going through with it?” He asked, a frown gracing his features as the two of you sat down on your bed. “Well…”, you started, rubbing the back of your neck, “I kinda need a license so I can screw around, but I also want to be able to protect others in a more calm way than I currently do. I’m a loose cannon I’ll admit, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna work on it.”
He nodded, looking down at his hands before looking back up at you. “I guess those are pretty damn good reasons to be in the hero course, eh?” he remarked, a small smirk and a twinkle in his eye turning his expression into one of admiration. He kissed your forehead, making you smile.
“I guess I’ll forgive you for not telling me, but from now on, no more secrets okay? I’m here for you, thick or thin, hero or not.” You nodded at his affirmation, sealing your own with a hug that had you clinging onto each other.
- You two were eating lunch a few days later when Bakugou You know, you look a bit like him with your hair and how tall you are
- “You’re a bit over me and you’ve got guns (Name).”
- “Well it’s not hard to be taller than you Bakugou, you’re only 170 centimeters, that’s not a hard height to beat”, you teased, earning a glare from the shorter blonde
- “Fuck off, I’m still a normal height (Name), you’re a fucking comic book character”, he sneered, making you laugh
-You rolled your eyes at him, giving him a kiss on the top of his head before leaving him
- “Shut up Katsuki, I’m still a badass and also taller and buffer than you~”
-He grumbled to himself as you left, leaving him to finish off his sandwich alone while he wallowed in his poutiness
rules: ship yourself with your favorite character and give headcanons on how your relationship would go
Omg I literally had a mental breakdown choosing!!! Like obviously i chose Baku, but i felt so bad for not choosing Sero like my baby deserves more love but….. I mean I’m a Bakugou slut what else can I say??
-OK so like I said before, it’s either one of two options.
-We either hate, like absolutely despise each other.
-Or we best friends. Periodt.
-Though I prefer the first option so that’s what I’m going is.
-I might seem nice and kind here, but irl, i will definitely roll my eyes everytime I hear his voice.
-I will cry out of cringiness in the middle of the class when he has some presentation (i hate to say that but….. I’ve actually cried bc someone i dont like was talking to the class idk what’s wrong with me!!!)
-But, I feel like I’d be good friends with Sero and Kaminari, since I somehow for some unknown reason, get along with idiot trouble makers.
-And being the fake bitch I am, I’ll try and be nice to Bakugo, bur HaHa not so fast.
-I usually insult people a lot but I hide it in like a joke format, But katsuki is having none of it and he’ll stary insulting me.
-I’ll either insult him back and we have like a weird hatred but not really relationship.
-Or if I’m having a bad day I’ll cry, and even if he’s an a-hole, he’ll still feep bad for making someone cry.
-After a while, our hatred relationship evols and we find each other literally glued to one another.
-We’ll probably sit in the back and judge what the teacher is wearing, what on earth is Pikachu talking about, you know normal mean stuff.
-We have…. Special nicknames for each other.
-Of course I’ll always call him Bakubae, Bakuhoe, Bakuwhatever but in a more private setting, I’ll call him Kat, pronounced Cat.
-Because I just like cats and he reminds me of those angry cats you see all over the internet.
-He’ll probably just call me by my first name, and if he wants to annoy me, he’ll call me by my middle name.
-But also in more private settings, he’ll have sweet nicknames like Baby, babe or princess.
-Though I’ll literally shoot daggers at him if he uses that last one.
-I don’t think either of us are into dates.
-Fancy, romantic stuff are just beurk so it’s probably more of hang outs at each other’s house or at friend’s.
-And if we do go on dates, it’s something really lowkey, like movies or a simple lunch dates.
-OR OMG he’ll take me to cat shelters because he likes to see me cry and suffer but I also always beg him to get me one and he gets annoyed.
-Our lock screen background is not each other pic, because you know, idk it’s just cliché.
-But our home screen is probably a picture of us.
-Maybe me sleeping and he’s taking the pic. Like one of the rare ones where he’s smiling.
-We looove to make fun of stupid horror movies.
-Since neither of us gets scared, and let’s be honest most of horror movies don’t have a good plot, we’re just laughing the entire time.
-Ok so sweeter hc.
-When I’m having a bad day, he always knows what to do. He doesn’t cling to me and he lets me cry.
-He tells me that it’s ok to cry and will listen to me angrily explaining to him what’s going on.
-And if he’s having a bad day, I’ll the one to do all of that, I’ll hold him and run my hair through his hair, whip away his tears as I tell him how important he is to me.
-I probably overuse the words I love you, but when he always say it back, it just feels so special and I’ll get all blushy.
-Ugh hugging him would be an absolute delight, I’d be the one hugging him, so so tightly while he’s just standing looking at his phone or talking to someone.
-It might not sound the sweetest, but that’s how I like my hugs.
-And on the rare occasion where he’s the one hugging, his hands would wrap up so tight, I’ll have to push him away to breathe.
-When we’re just sitting around, with his head on my shoulder looking over it to see what I’m drawing, I’ll probably take any pen and start doodling on his arm, hearts, animals, eyes, dicks…. Whatever and while he tries to earse them, he’ll keep the ‘I love you Kat"!!
-Ok weird thing I’d do, I’ll try and convince him to die his hair black, only cause blonds aren’t my type.
-Omg the more i think about it the more i wonder how he’s my fav??
-I always need someone to be honest with me and get me out of my confort zone, so he’s the one doing so.
Ok and ig songs weren’t on the original prompt but imma do it cause i like it.
Simple Love by The Digs
So fall into my arms
It’s the only place to be
You’re the fish and I’m the sea
Our love is a simple love
It’s a simple love
It’s a simple love
Les Hautes Lumières by Fauve
J'porte le blason de mon clan
Je l'ai désormais gravé sur la face visible de mon coeur
Mais ça ne fait pas mal rassure toi au contraire
J'ai fait broder nos souvenirs étincelants sur deux manteaux de nuit
Que m'ont offerts des frères tisserands, drapiers canuts
J'ai à la main mes haussières
Je suis prêt
Après la nuit
Avant le jour
Et à travers les roselières
Après la nuit
Avant le jour
Je t'offrirai les hautes lumières
I wear the coat of my clan
I have now engraved it on the visible side of my heart
But it does not hurt be reassured on the contrary
I had our sparkling memories embroidered on two night coats
yandere dabi x reader, background bakugou x reader
summary; you love your husband, but not all is as meets the eye. there are somethings that you can’t bear to look in the eyes.
a/n; for eland. sorry i deleted this during my moral crisis it is back
tw; nsfw, dub-con, death, mindbreak?
word count; 3.4k
Heat, a burning warmth against you face. The smell of burning flesh. Something bright flashes against your closed lids, and god, the screaming, it won’t stop, it won’t stop, it’s getting louder and-
“Y/n.” Your lover’s voice brings you back to the present, and your stomach lurches at the bright blue of his eyes. It’s too close to the colour of the flames, and the scent of singed hair fills your nostrils, and-
“Y/n!” You jolt feeling as if you’ve just awoken from a particularly vivid dream. Dabi’s cross; you can see that much from the flat line of his lips.
“Are you feeling alright?” Despite his obvious annoyance at your ignorance of him, his voice is still soft, eyes filled with concern.
“I-” You hesitate. Why?
“I’m feeling fine.” Dabi looks unconvinced, rightfully so, and you feel the need to convince him otherwise. “I’m probably just tired from last night.” Heat creeps up your neck, and you look away embarrassed as a predatory smile creeps across his face. Something about his expression makes you want to shiver, but you can’t put a finger on just what it is.
You don’t know why you’re so absent minded and jumpy around Dabi, the man you’ve been married to for the past five years and known for 15 more. He’s your closest confidant, childhood friend, the person who loves you the most and only wants the best for you.
“I love you, Dabi.” For some reason the phrase doesn’t quite flow off the tongue right, and you can tell that Dabi notices too. His smile twitches, and for a second there’s a little too much tooth, a little too sharp, the cheekbones of his face just a little too angular to be human. You blink, and it vanishes.
“I love you too, y/n.” Yeah. You love Dabi. Dabi loves you. It’s the way it’s always been.
“Moving onto the most crucial point of this meeting. Due to the heavy rumors of the reappearance of the league of villians and high end nomus I need the two of you to be in…” But the rest of the conversation is drowned out by the rushing blood in the ash blonde’s ears.
Teetering on the back two legs of his chair as his eyes burn holes into that damn emerald mop head who is ever present in his life.
The same dumbass who asks questions about this meeting.
But he isn’t asking the right ones.
Hell everyone seems to be avoiding the elephant in the room as they carry on normal conversation all the while the hot head grows even hotter.
The swirling rage demanding his undivided attention while his ribs echo his heart beat.
Finally he snaps, slamming down the two front legs of his chair, palms hissing as explosions ring out stunning the other two in the room.
The wood at his seat is forever charred, while yours was always neat, easy to forget as they seem to have now.
Hell even Izuku was sitting in your normal seat.
“Oi, how much longer are you two gonna act like nothing is fucking wrong?” He growls, Izuku looks away with flamed cheeks proving Bakugou’s theory right.
Izuku was worried too, he was just too scared to ask.
“I don’t follow.”
“You lying fucker. You *do* follow. When was the last you heard form Y/N?!” He slams his phone on the table when no one answers, “Since she quit right?”
“So that makes it a whole fucking month. No one has seen her, no one has heard from her and her insta is dead.” He shoves the phone in their faces. The last picture you posted was of Bakugou and Deku standing next to All Might’s cut out.
“She could be on vacation.” Yami counters to which Bakugou snorts.
“And she wouldn’t want any dumbass pictures of the beach with an even shittier caption?” He hisses, “No paparazzi has seen her?”
“I’m sure she’s been spotted.”
“Where? All the tabloids question her where abouts.”
“Staycation. No one knows where she lives. She was always good at that.” Yami counters, nervously sipping at his coffee causing the blonde to grind his teeth.
“How is she eating if I still have her fucking card?” He slams the plastic on the table that clatters with it’s own dramatic flare.
Director Yami gulps desperate for an excuse as Deku’s eyes widen.
“New card.” Yami shrugs making his way back to the bulletin points behind him.
“Its still active.” The room is enveloped in that sweet burning sugary smell as his temper rises. He is no longer playing Mr. Nice guy.
“Activate her tracker.” Its a threat and a promise all in one. Do as I say or become fuel for my explosions is everything his eyes say.
“S…she threw her bracelet at me when she resigned.” Yami tries to sound direct as Izuku subconsciously fingers the metal on his own wrist.
“Yea but I doubt she did that with the one that’s implanted. Pull it up Yami.”
The director is stunned into silence before a burning blush creeps onto his face.
“I…” He clears his throat no longer able to hold eye contact with either party, “I don’t think it will work.”
“What?!” A snarl and a shocked retort echo in the room.
“What do you mean?” Another set of polar opposite tones ring out in the small stuffy place of the meeting room. Yami fishes for his phone in his pocket, pulling up the neglected app swallowing thickly as he is proved right.
The map shows no red dots. Only the hundreds of blue caused by the bracelets. He pushes the phone to the center of the table, the proximity is close enough to reactivate the trackers in the two men. Slowly two red dots flicker to life beside blue.
The third never makes an appearance.
“Why isn’t hers showing?” Izuku asks, a glare beginning to weigh heavy in his jade eyes.
“If it’s not checked monthly then it deactivates on it’s own.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, “In my defense I had seen the three of you everyday for the last few months. You guys are a PR nightmare!”
Bakugou’s glare narrows in on the ignorant man who was in charge of the safety of hundreds of heroes.
He was going to be pay for his ignorance.
Izuku watches the hot head’s toned arm lift, palm spread wide, realizing just in time Bakugou’s intentions. He lunges for his old friend, knocking him off balance as the two of them fight. The two men struggling for dominance before the blonde comes out on top.
Literally, pinning the emerald haired man, as he raises a fist, sure to make contact with his stupid, freckled face.
He always hated this face, but you, you didn’t seem to mind it.
And yet, in a sense, Deku had let you down too.
But no one let you down as much as Bakugou had. Or so he thinks, he keeps telling himself something isn’t right, that he should have followed you.
Maybe even apologized.
“And fuck you too Useless Deku! Too much of a pussy to ask about your fucking friends!” He brings his fist down, aided by the power of his quirk.
Deku shuts his eyes and hope he doesn’t lose too many teeth.
The punch makes contact but not with Izuku’s face. Instead Bakugou’s forearm is half swallowed by carpet, concrete and steel biting into his flesh. He ignores it with a growl. He rises with a growl, scarlet eyes set in determination as he blasts the door from its hinges.
The smell of damp Earth and harsh chemicals assault your nostrils as your vision rapidly fades in and out.
As if it watching an old film, images flickering by just fast enough to give it the effect of motion.
But this felt like a horror film.
And one you are staring in. Your breath comes rapid and hitched as you try to fight the silent fingers that slowly caress against your brain. Each nail numbing a part of your thought process as motion catches your eye from beneath a side door to your right.
The door open illuminating the shadow as a hiss of your bracelets pierce into your skin, injecting you with something that pulls you under faster than the figure can appear before you.
“I think I need to lower the dosage doll. I want those pretty eyes to see their new home I’ve built.” His voice echos in the darkness before all thought is lost to you.
In Bakugou’s moment of rage a thought occured to him. One that has floated through his mind for longer than he can remember.
If he wanted something to be done right then he ought to just do it his damnself.
His strong legs carry him down the stairs and winding halls to the records room. Like clockwork the attendant had left for his smoke break at exactly six o clock.
Something Bakugou had noticed years ago and filed away as possibly important.
Just in case he needed to borrow a file without having to check it out.
And he definetly doesn’t anyone to know that he may or may not be looking for you.
Because they were more than likely going to try to stop him.
The hot head knew he had a least fifteen minutes, especially since the evening receptionist smoked at this time as the quiet record keeper. The basement dwelling attendant hoping to mac on the handsome receptionist in that short time.
Bakugou was thankful for the stupidity of others for once as he slipped into the records room with the spare key that was tapped beneath the desk.
The room is vast, reeking of mildew and damage paper mixed in with stained ink. He never understood why cases and records were filed manually instead of digitally but today he was grateful for the current CEO’s laziness and the former CEO’s aversion to both change and technology.
Older records are kept on steel shelves stacked in brown boxes that had to date back to the seventies or eighties while the more recent files were tucked away in half rusted filing cabinets, lining the musty brick walls.
There was no method to the company’s madness, the records seemed to be filed haphazardly and more or less half assed over the years by someone whose dreams of being a hero hadn’t fully flickered out.
But clearly they had settled for protecting rotting paper in favor of the public.
Bakugou growls as his eyes drag along each paper plaquer none in the exact order he needs. Some even slid into the metal casing upside down.
At least that’s how he finds the one labeled “new hires 20XX”. His cheeks hurt from his devilish grin before he yanks one of the doors open.
Again organization is thrown to the wind as files sit out of alphabetical order.
Chaotically mingling with one another having Bakugou grind his teeth.
Finally he finds your file, tattered and coffee stained as if someone revisited it quite often. He opens the Manila folder, more than ready to commit your address and whatever other information he could gain from the thick folder before an idea strikes him.
Would anyone even notice a missing file in this mess?
Hell it had taken him almost ten minutes to find and it wasn’t as if the director was concerned with your well being.
His eyes narrow at your address, wondering why you chose to live in such a run down part of town before he slips the folder into the front of his pants swiftly covering it with his shirt.
He returns to the front of the record room, quietly shutting the cage door before he takes his gloved hand to the tape.
The door to the left stairwell clangs open. Two male voices echoing in the hall.
“I…I mean that’s if…if you want to meet for drinks when you g..get off.”
Bakugou rolls his eyes, deft fingers adhering the key back to its home just before the other make answers.
Delight in his voice that twists Bakugou’s stomach in whole, green jealousy.
“I’d love to see you later. Until then.” What could be a peck on the cheek follows as Bakugou slips into the opposite stairwell.
Wondering why the hell it seemed blossoming relationships came so easily to everyone around him.
His ribs throb as a reminder that that was something he would never have the privilege to experience as your voice echos in his head.
“We were never friends.”
The mineola folder suddenly feels too hot against his skin, burning even. For a second he wonders why he is even doing this.
Why he’s bothering himself with finding someone that clearly doesn’t care for his company. He thinks to himself that he will just place the folder in his desk, that he’ll abandon the notion of being a sleuth and return to his hot headed no fucks given ways.
But you whisper in his head once more with a weak, sleepy tone.
cyber sex - ‘i wanna touch on you/you see me in my room/wish you were here right now/all of the things i’d do’
won’t bite- ‘closer to me baby, i won’t bite/you look so tasty, but i won’t bite/really i’m such a good kitty, don’t put up fights/ but if you trick me, baby it gon’ get sticky’
rules - ‘said play with my pussy/but don’t play with my emotions’
bottom bitch - ‘i’m her pimp/she my flip/ooh don’t forget/that’s my trick/she my bottom bitch’
say so - ‘let me check my chest, my breath right quick/he ain’t never seen it in a dress like this/he ain’t never been impressed like this’
like that- ‘i said ‘do that, do that, baby, all night long’/and i’ma turn off all my phones/you know i hate it when i’m left on read’
talk dirty- ‘tell me, what’s my name? make that kitty yearn/teach me how to jerk, make that kitty learn/ uh, wait who’s your momma? who’s your daddy, lil’ baby?’
addiction - ‘i’ve got such a pretty body/looks prettier when i’m a mess/and i just like to call him daddy/cause the first one he up and left/and you can relate to broken girls’
streets - ‘we play our fantasies out in real life ways and/no final fantasy, can we end these games though?/you give me energy, make me feel lightweight/like birds of a feather, baby we real life made for eachother’
shine - ‘yeah i fuck your mind, i ain’t got time/dick was hella mean, slipped in some nice’
better than me - ‘baby, why you frontin’? you know that i been the best/i come for they neck, they run cause i’m next’
juicy - ‘like to keep him wanting more/he ask me, ‘doja where you at huh?’
Most people called their partner by their name or something nice.
Bakugou Katsuki was not most people.
You paused, feeling your mood sour slightly. You loved your boyfriend, but you hated his nicknames for you.
"Yeah?” you asked, turning and closing your locker.
“You look wrecked, you not sleeping or some shit?”
“I’m fine, Bakugou.” you sighed.
The truth was, you were not fine.
You knew he thought well of you and liked you, and you liked him too. You could handle his brashness and see the well-meaning behind his crude words.
But these negative nicknames were really starting to get to you. You felt your confidence being chipped away with every “dumbass”, “dipshit” and “shithead”.
But Bakugou being Bakugou, he wasn’t one to notice subtle things like that, or think about whether his words would hurt feelings.
You had thought the rudeness would decrease when you started dating, but if anything, it had only gotten worse.
Your friends could see the light dimming in your eyes over time with it, but every time they offered to do or say something, you refused. You didn’t want them to have to do that.
So you lied and said it was no big deal. That you didn’t care.
They didn’t buy it, of course, but they couldn’t do something you didn’t want them to. You found you were needing to lie a lot these days.
Gathered in the common room, you were playing games with Kaminari, Mina and Sero. Kirishima was on the couch, sitting this round out as all five of you took turns on the console. It was really fun and you were having a ball.
But then your boyfriend showed up.
“Haah?! Playing shitty games again? You’re gonna ruin your eyes, Dumbass!” he prodded you in the head.
“We’re just having a little fun.” you said, waving him off with one hand as you sent Mina’s character flying with the other. She squealed in protest.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?!”
“Relaxation is important!” Kaminari argued.
“Bakubro, why don’t you join in next round?” Kirishima suggested cheerily.
“Those things are bad for your brain, and I’m going to bed in an hour!” he barked back.
“Grandpa Bakugou~” Sero teased.
The blond bristled and tugged on your sleeve. Your character slipped off the platform and died as a result. Your shoulders sank.
You had been so close to beating Sero. You’d never managed to get so close before. It wasn’t a big deal, you were just trying to have fun with your friends.But even that was being ruined right now.
Bakugou was oblivious. “C'mon, Shithead! We’re leaving!"
Something in you snapped.
”…My name isn’t “Shithead”.“
Bakugou paused, surprised at your response. ”… What?“
You rounded on him, all of your built up anger finally spilling over. You didn’t care that your friends were there. You had had enough.
You stood up and rounded on Bakugou.
"If I’m such a "dumbass”, such a “shithead”, then why don’t you just dump me already?! Or are you too much of a fucking coward?!“
Your friends watched with stunned silence. Even Bakugou was shocked speechless. You weren’t stopping.
"Do you have any idea how badly you treat me?” you went on, jabbing a finger into the chest of your tight-lipped boyfriend. “Kendo treats Monoma better than you treat me, and he’s an asshat!”
Poor Monoma didn’t deserve to be dragged into this.
Your voice then got scarily soft, looking Bakugou dead in the eyes, your faces mere inches apart.
“If you actually want me to hang around, you better get your shit together and fucking act like it before I decide to dump your ass.”
With that, you grabbed your things and left.
Still in the common room, Bakugou exploded.
“What the fuck was that about?”
Kirishima was the only one brave enough to broach something so sensitive.
“Bro, most people don’t call their girlfriends something so insulting.”
“I’m not most people! She knows that!”
“You still shouldn’t call her things like “Shithead”! She’s really good to you and you’re treating her like crap!”
“…It’s honestly amazing that she’s put up with it for so long.” Mina admitted quietly. “A lot of girls would have dumped you ages ago for it.”
“Wha-?!” Bakugou had been about to argue, but stopped when he realised how serious Mina was being.
“You’re in deep shit, bro.” Sero advised sagely.
Bakugou’s face dropped as he realised jsut how close he was to losing you. He needed to fix this. And fast. “…What do I do?”
You were furious. Absolutely irate.
You hadn’t spoken to Bakugou in almost two days.
You wouldn’t answer his calls or read his texts. If you heard or saw one more insult from him you might actually lose your mind.
You wouldn’t look at him in class. If he entered a room in the dorms, you left.
You were faster than Bakugou. You always had been. If you saw him approaching you in the yard you ran and he could not catch up.
You knew you couldn’t ignore him forever, but you were too damn angry to even think about being around him.
It had only been two days, but there were already rumors that you two had broken up. Mineta had approached you offering to soothe any feelings of loneliness, but after you dangled him over the edge of a window, he got the message to not bother you anymore.
Bakugou was losing his mind.
He was chasing you around, calling you, texting you, doing everything he could to try to get you alone and apologise to you, but not only were you giving him total radio silence, you were treating him like a fucking leper and wouldn’t let him anywhere near you.
He wasn’t patient, and you were killing him. And his guilt was eating him up inside. He was selfish. He knew that. He didn’t compromise enough. He knew that.
But he had missed you even before this fight. It was the whole reason he had tried to drag you away from that game in the first place. With training and schoolwork and clashing schedules, you two hadn’t had a proper date in almost a month. He had just wanted an hour alone with you to cuddle before he had to go to bed. To have you in his arms and feel you near. That was all he had wanted.
And now he was struggling just to try to keep you.
Three days was his breaking point.
Bakugou stomped into class, approaching your desk. Your classmates turned to look at him heading your way, hushing in their curiosity of what was to follow. You pointedly flipped through your phone, ignoring him.
“I’m sorry, l/n.” he said clearly. “You’ve been amazing to me and I’ve been a dumbass and a shitty boyfriend to you.”
You paused. It was strange to hear him using your surname. It had been so long since you’d heard it from him instead of an insult.
“I’m going to work on the mean nicknames thing. Not just with you, but with everyone. No more insults. And if there’s anything else, just say it. Anytime.” He took a moment to ready his nerves. He hated that everyone was watching. “…I really fucking miss you, y/n.”
You looked up at that. He was red to the tips of his ears, clearly embarrassed, but determined. Not only was he was saying all of this in front of your classmates, but
it was also his first time using your first name. He knew you could mock him in front of everyone if you wanted to.
But you wouldn’t.
You stood up and gave him a hug. “…I missed you too.” you admitted.
Your class erupted in cheers and wolf-whistles.
“Oh, thank god.” Bakugou sighed in relief, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you close
“You’re making me dinner tonight.” you grinned.
“Whatever you want.” he agreed. He was just glad to have you back.
“Take your seats before I give you both detention.” Aizawa drawled.
You separated quickly and took your seats, but already knew what your plans for the evening would be.
I kept this pretty vague as I really didn’t know how to write for it, I mainly wanted to give you something that showed you that it is okay and that you shouldn’t feel ashamed or anything like that. Also I’m really bad at angst I think so I didn’t want to add it to this in case of offending anyone. I hope you’re still happy with this ❤
Philophobia - The fear of love/falling in love
He gets it
With the way his childhood was he is pretty apprehensive when it comes to love himself
So when you express your fear he will understand the most
He would want to help you with your fear but wouldn’t know where to start so he asks you if he can help in any way
Shoto will do some research so he can understand a little better so he doesn’t accidentally offend you or something similar
You will get no judgment from him at all!
Fully supportive and will help you with absolutely anything you need
Has no clue what to do when you tell him
He honestly takes it to heart to begin with because he feels like he is too angry and scares you
Bby is insecure
This being said he will do a little research on the subject so he can understand because he wants to understand you better
Once he understands better he will want to talk to you about it more to see if there is anything he can do to help you
But he is super blunt about it because he is Bakugou afterall
He won’t judge you about it and will support you in his own quiet way
His first instinct when you tell him is to research it
Does his thing where he researches every little thing and has a whole notebook all about it
He desperately wants to understand what you’re going through so he can help you
Wants to talk to you about the subject more but he has to psych himself up for it so you find him passing and mumbling
He thinks normal research is great and all but he really wants to know what your personal experience is
He asks if there is anything you want him to do or if you even want help to get through your fear
Izuku gives you his full support no matter what because you deserve it
It had started out as a joke, a throwaway comment that you really hadn’t put all that much thought into. You didn’t expect it to grow into anything more, but maybe you should have; it was pretty typical of Bakugou to take an innocent comment and interpret it as a personal challenge, after all.
“I hate my life.” You announce to no one in particular, your voice echoing off of the bathroom tiles.
“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou snarls. You can’t take the vicious heat in his voice seriously, given your current predicament, so you just opt to ignore it. “Will you just- ow! That hurts, you stupid, shitty-”
“Fuck off, this is not my fault!” You snap back. Your patience is frayed and barely hanging on by a thread, and you feel safe enough snapping back at Bakugou considering you’re confident that he’s in no position to try and kill you if he does happen to take issue with your tone.
“We’re not playing the blame game!” Bakugou snarls, which means that he’s definitely aware that he’s at fault here but doesn’t want to admit it. “All you have to do is-”
a/n: im honestly really glad that i’ve gotten requests for male s/o’s !! ive always thought lgbt+ boys need more representation on these kinds of blogs :’) sorry if this is bad, but i’d be more than willing to write more on this concept !!
you’d fluster him very much, especially if you flirted with him
Reader: F Character: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi Rating: E Summary: “your writing is literally so good!! 💞 could I request a yan! kirishima, bakugou, dabi, and izuku with an s/o who’s super short, a bit chubby; kind/caring, cute, and goofy? she just wants the best for people, but is super insecure herself. thank you for considering it! 💗^^“ - Anon Warning: Yandere A/N: There were a lot to do so I didn’t do the Kirishima one, but I’ll do it in another piece. Tip Jar 🍸 | Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
-Brit, @slut-zawa THANKS JO for helping me write this for real.
Rating: Sorta nsfw, children stay away. The full part two will be very nsfw.
New stuff under the cut!
“I.” You gulp, mouth dry. “I have-….I think I like you.” Now you can’t meet his gaze. You only hear a hitch of breath before a rough hand is on your chin, turning it gently to face him. Bakugou wears an unreadable expression before he pushes his forehead against yours, and you close your eyes, enjoying the closeness. You both are just panting into each other’s slightly ajar mouths. Breathing the same hot, charged air. You can hear the soft smile in his voice when he asks,
“Can I?” In lieu of an answer, you surge forward to seal your plush lips over his. He sighs into the kiss, deepening it immediately. Tilting his head, he brings another large hand to the back of your neck to pull you into him. His tongue darts out to run along your bottom lip and you open up for him. You moan as his tongue slips into your mouth, licking along every surface he can. It’s like he’s been waiting forever to do this, and he lays his desperation out in the open for you to see.
The heat in your core is back in full force, sending scorching waves through your body as the hand on your neck comes to the small of your back. His hands are scouring over every inch of you, greedily squeezing and kneading and stroking. You arch your body into him, frustrated that you can’t get the friction you need, but breath hitching at how you can feel his ab muscles contracting against you. Your hands are stroking down his arms and chest, appreciating the way his muscles pull taut under your touch.
He breaks away first, trying to catch his breath, but wastes no time in trailing sloppy kisses down your jawline and neck. He sucks on a spot at the base as one calloused hand comes to stroke up your thigh. Widening your legs, you gasp and whine as your hands dig into the roots of his spiky locks and pull. You delight at the full-bodied groan that earns you, and he pulls away from your neck with a searing gaze.
“Want to go to my room?” His deep voice rasps. You do. You very much do.
request:Hi 💗could you please write some headcanons for Bakugo with a s/o who’s a total space cadet?
request:omg could u do some headcanons for Bakugo with a cute, chill, space cadet type s/o please!!! 🙏✨💞😭
I decided to combine these since they’r very similar ^^
okay so English isn’t my first language which meant I had to look up the term space cadet and the internet said it’s person who zones out pretty often? So that’s the definition I will go with, my apologies if I got the meaning wrong! have fun reading ^^
Synopsys: During your daily walk alongside the shore you come across a peculiar looking man. Suddenly everything around you changes and the beautiful paradise becomes a nightmare. There is but one man who can wake you up from it. Will you manage to open your eyes? What awaits you if you open them?
tags/warnings: Kirishima x reader
✅ slight Bakugou x reader
✅ fantasy ✅ slight horror/violence
word count: 6.6k
prompts used:“It’s all right, come here.” and “Wow. You’re even prettier up close.”
A/N: This is my contribution to the Mermay event the BNHA bookclub ( @bnhabookclub ) organized! Please mind that this is my very first attempt at such a long story! A BIG thanks to all the people from the club who continuously cheered me on and sprinted with me until the very end of this piece ( ´ ∀ ` ) Enjoy and thank you for picking this work up! ❤️