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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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GOD I LOVE THIS!!!!! UGHHHH

+ katsuki bakugo x female reader … 5.1k words

+ content mainly fluff, pro hero au, reader has a quirk, bakugo is good with feelings but he’s just not familiar, they’re all in their twenties here, alcohol consumption, i fixate on first names a bit, not proofread i’m too lazy

+ summary you’ve been friends for years and the normal banter between you two is comfortable routine for bakugo. but when he starts seeing you in a different light, he thinks he’s the only one struggling with his feelings. alternatively, bakugo realised he likes you more than a friend and doesn’t know what the fuck to do.

+ notes haven’t written anything in a while so i apologise if this isn’t all that good but it’s sort of a semi-character study type thing i wanted to do for my fave katsuki. <3 first time writing for katsuki so reblogs & feedback always appreciated!

he isn’t too familiar with this feeling, if at all.

it’s the way it fills him up when he’s around you, like he’s been underwater for the past few years of his existence and yet whenever he catches sight of you it pushes him back up to the surface. he doesn’t understand it, and he’s not sure he wants to.

“hey, bakugo, which do you think ei would prefer: fruit cake or chocolate?”

there’s something about your question that irks him. he scoffs in your face but you don’t blink, you retain your innocent look and wait for him to answer you. “chocolate.”

all the cakes in this bakery are beautiful and their selection is extravagant but they all look like they could cause diabetes straightaway, excessive sweetness laced in every inch of every cake. still, all of you know that kirishima prefers chocolate cake, even if he’s adamant that his favourite is anything but.

“great!” and then you go back to gushing with kaminari over which chocolate cake to buy now. you two are like two peas in a pod. “denki, your turn: tiramisu cake or should we go for the big molten cake with the chocolate ooze filling?”

he really doesn’t understand it. it’s borderline irrational how irritated he gets just hearing you speak like that. bakugo this, bakugo that, yet you throw around denki and ei like it’s nothing. why the fuck is he irritated at something so trivial anyway?

you walk out of the bakery walking so closely to him too, and your bare arm brushes his bare arm and he’s about to fucking lose it at himself because you’re actually driving him insane and he doesn’t know what to fucking do about it.

“yeah, maybe if bakugo wasn’t so angry all the time,” he hears mina say. a quick whip of his head is enough to incite a reaction from her. “see? we mention his name and he’s already looking as though he wants to kill us. we’re lucky he doesn’t have aoyama’s laser beams as his quirk in his eyes or we’d all be dead.”

tsk. probably learning from the tabloids, talking about why pro hero dynamight still does not have a girlfriend (or does he? flip to page ten for all the juicy details!)—as if he hasn’t been told his entire life that his brash temper and loud demeanour is going to hinder his ‘dating life’ and ‘other social-related aspects’.

and bakugo doesn’t care for such headlines, he only ever knows about it because dunce face always likes bringing it up. saying shit like hey, at least there’s some publicity about you and even more shit like man, i wish i had half as many fan girls as you. even more stuff bakugo doesn’t understand. doesn’t need to. doesn’t want to.

what he does want to understand is why you’re looking at him now with your head tilted, as if you’re pondering something.

“hm, i don’t know,” you begin, turning back around to look at mina. “maybe the whole explosive behavior is part of his charm.” mina’s mumbling something about how she doesn’t agree, and gets distracted by something kaminari says, but you continue anyway, and bakugo doesn’t know if you mean for him to hear it by how soft you speak, “i like it.”

he has to struggle from asking you what you mean by it. he doesn’t know if it’s a good idea to ask you, and he can’t even begin to understand why he can beat down villains ten times his size with no hesitance and yet he can’t look at a human like you and open his goddamn mouth. what is he so afraid of?

“earth to bakugo?” mina’s voice snaps him back into the foreground. “unlock your car already or we’re gonna be late.”

it’s 7.48pm and you’d all told sero that you’d arrive at kirishima’s apartment by 8.15pm. bakugo fails to see a problem with that. he can speed a little, there’s no rush. but he can’t even begin to bite back at raccoon eyes before you interject.

“can i ride shotgun?” you’re grinning. like you often are. like how you always do. like how only you can. and for some reason it’s only now that bakugo realises how your smile reaches your eyes and how attractive the curve of your lips look.

and you’re usually always cooped up in the backseat, usually sandwiched between mina and kaminari while kirishima takes the passenger seat. you’ve never ridden shotgun before, not in bakugo’s black lexus. somehow he doesn’t hate the idea. he never has. he was probably wishing at some point that you’d take the passenger seat whenever you were with him.

“yeah, sure, whatever.”

it’s already 8.30pm and you’d all managed to surprise kirishima at his house, although bakugo knows that his friend is such a good guy that he’d probably act like it even if he weren’t. and bakugo would usually pop the bubble but you seemed so happy with the success of it all that he decided to keep his damn mouth shut for once. (mina commented suspiciously on it but he’s glad you weren’t paying attention to them then.)

“oi, bakugo, it’s my turn to play,” kaminari whines as he tries to snatch the controller from his hands.

“hey, i got us here on time so i get to trash this shitty hair first.” it’s true, he did manage to park in the complex next to kirishima’s apartment by 8.07pm, plenty of time to spare. kaminari concedes, making him promise to let him play next.

kirishima grins, toothy and boyish, looking around the room. “are you kidding me? you suck at this game, these guys will all bet on me winning, right?”

aside from the fact that it’s his birthday, this is pretty much passable as a regular game night. ever since everyone graduated UA high, nights where all of you could hang out were sparse. but mina, or who everyone refers to as the glue holding the group together, makes it a point to invite everyone for a weekly hangout. sometimes it’s beach days, other times it’s bar hopping, but most nights it’s game night. it’s just more convenient and private. it’s nice to just hang out without having to worry about paparazzi snapping pictures every now and then.

echoes of agreement sounds from all around the room, and that’s when you show back up in the living room. bakugo catches sight of the small chocolate stain on your shirt. you can be clumsy sometimes. especially when you’re that excitable about food.

kirishima calls your name, and you beam at him. “bet, who’ll win this game, me or bakugo?” the latter rolls his eyes, hearing the amount going around on everyone betting on kirishima.

you hum in consideration as you make your way to sit on the sofa, right behind where bakugo rests his back against the front of the couch. “i’m gonna bet on bakugo then,” you say, and bakugo can feel himself stiffening up. why do you always do that? take his side for no fucking reason? in the background, everyone’s asking why you’d bet on a losing game, and you shrug, “maybe i like the underdog.”

bakugo can’t even start to think of the undertones of your declaration before kirishima starts the game. great, now he actually wants to prove everyone wrong even more.

right before the countdown ends, he feels your breath next to his ear, and resists the urge to jump away in shock. “i’m counting on you.”

he clicks his tongue, trying to shrug it off. “they’re all nuts if they think i’m losing to shitty hair another time.” and god the way you chuckle in his ear right before you pull away wants to make him rip his fucking hair out. he never thinks anything when someone laughs, but he wants to hear more. from you.

what the fuck are you doing to him?

“see? the underdog really won!”

you have your arms wrapped around his neck from behind him. bakugo’s positive that his ears are red. he’s just not used to anyone doing this. yeah, that’s all. that’s the only reason his face is heating up. everyone else is booing, saying bakugo got lucky and started paying up. beside him, kirishima is giving him a knowing smile, and that’s enough to snap him out of it.

“don’t get all excited over something that should be common sense, idiot,” bakugo tells you, pulling away and your hands fall backwards onto your own lap. it’s weird. it feels empty now. his shoulders. it’s also weird how he gets the thoughts that your hands belong around his neck, how nice it feels when they’re there.

friendship is tricky. the lines get blurred so easily.

“hey, you’re all off work tomorrow too right? wanna drink a little to celebrate this guy’s birthday?” bakugo sighs. it’s just like you to initiate more celebration. you’re always full of ideas like that. to him, you’re like mina, just slightly less annoying. at least you don’t poke fun at him every single time you feel something about him is off. (lately it’s always been because of you, so it’s extra annoying each time mina managed to catch him in the act.)

unsurprisingly, everyone agrees. except for bakugo. driving, his excuse. kirishima offers his apartment for the night, but he doesn’t budge. they all continue anyway, drinking the night away, all sat in the living room in a circle, sharing stories and recollecting memories. filling you in on some stuff that you missed out because you hadn’t been part of this group as long as everyone else. it doesn’t feel like you don’t belong though. it feels like everyone wished they met you sooner. including bakugo himself.

the realisation only makes him more acutely aware of your presence. you’re sitting beside him, laughing along to whatever joke kaminari had cracked, and bakugo wishes he could press mute on everyone else just to hear you. only you. shit, he should turn away from you. it’s not normal to stare at someone for this long unless he means to glare them to death.

you’re not drunk like everyone else, and that’s good. one less drunk person for him to take care of. although, he’d put up the least resistance if it’s you he has to take care of. he shakes his head. fuck, this whole concept of you being an exception is really fucking with his mind.

it’s like his mind is a constant flurry of confusion and wants, unable to justify a good enough reason for him to just go for it, like how the movies he’d seen on movie nights always boast for it to be.

for the entire night, he sticks close by you, sits closely next to you, barely moves an inch. maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. maybe it’s short circuiting from all those late nights he pulled recently to catch up on whatever paperwork he was behind on. because why else would he be so fixated on your smile, on your fresh soapy scent, on your cute laugh?

and sometimes your arms brush against each other like they did back at the bakery, and sometimes your knees bump and sometimes he has to look around to make sure no one caught him staring at you. but all of them are already too far gone and probably couldn’t separate him from kaminari. except you, you’re not drunk, because the next second, he hears you whispering in his ear, “are you bored, dynamight?”

it irks him. he doesn’t let it show. you’re not tipsy enough to forget it if he does. “i’m just not interested in the gossip,” he tells you, which is true. everyone else is speculating about who uwabami is dating now, with plenty of names being thrown about in the rumor mill. and bakugo would rather be hit by a comet than join in.

“hey, you know what?” there you go again, with the whispering in his ear. he should ban you from doing that. it gives him a shock. but then it’ll mean you have to stop. and he doesn’t want you to. he doesn’t respond, but you continue anyway. “wanna go out for a while?”

bakugo looks at you like you’d just asked the most stupid thing ever. he doesn’t mean to, but his face is used to it. you don’t take it personally though, you never do. in a way, he feels like you understand him more than most. it’s nice.

that’s why he relents, letting you lead the way to his car. turns out you mean you want to go for a drive, which he’s not opposed to. the night chill is always a nice change of pace versus the indoor smell of alcohol. he leaves the windows open as he drives, letting the cool wind hit your faces, a nice kind of bite at the cheeks.

“hey bakugo, think you could drive to the beach? it’s only ten minutes away from ei’s house right?”

it still irks him, but he grunts in assent anyway. he likes the beach. especially at night. he’s pretty sure he let slip of that once. he doesn’t remember when though. “why do you even wanna go there at fucking 2am, idiot?”

really, it’s like 2.10am. a beach is usually not a go-to place at this time of night.

you don’t really answer him. you just give him a smug grin and shrug. “why not?”

it’s 2.20am and he’s at the beach. with you. it does nothing to alleviate his state of confusion. it’s not the first time he spent time alone with you. he’s been alone with you two other times that he can recall clearly.

the first time was a long time ago, when you were both early to a dinner booking mina had made to celebrate when bakugo and kirishima’s agency had just been established. yeah, he definitely remembers it. you, in your sexy black dress and your soft hair and your twinkling eyes. god fucking damn it. he even remembers the way you toasted with him first, just the two of you, promising that you’d drop by their agency more since it was near to where you worked. and even though it was just as much kirishima’s agency as his own, it felt like a more personal promise. like it was just between you and bakugo. just the two of you. no one else.

you kept that promise. you still do.

the second time was two weeks ago. back when you had reached their agency early in the morning to help kirishima with some of the city projects. you’d gotten there way too early and kirishima had woken up a little too late. that meant you were the only one in the agency. apart from bakugo. who was the reason why the doors were already open in the first place and why you didn’t have to wait outside the double doors in the freezing cold.

he had always preferred being alone in the mornings, it gave him alone time in the office, to fully focus on whatever tasks that was incoming for the day. but he didn’t oppose to your presence. even let you sit in his office with him, nice-smelling perfume and all. it was nice. you were nice. hell, he was nice to you. didn’t complain more than five times about you being there. he had only been early that day because he couldn’t fucking sleep, his failure in a previous mission bothering him. he failed to contain a villain and thus resulted in the latter causing some grievous injuries to a civilian in the same area.

usually people would try and comfort him with words. you just listened. maybe because you didn’t know what to say, or maybe because you understood just as much as he did that words weren’t as useful as people made them out to be. he leaned more towards the latter. he’s seen you in awkward situations, whenever you didn’t know what to say you always seem to rattle on and say stupid stuff. stuff that he always teases you for. the kind of teasing that makes you playfully punch him in the arm. the kind of banter he can get behind.

your presence is always welcome, he realises. it always was. it’s more welcome than he thought, it’s become a habit that he craves. it’s how you went from blending in with the group to standing out in his eyes. it’s how he goes from just attending these group meetings every week to attending them to see you. it’s how he always gets a little grumpy when he realises he can’t see you this week again because your crappy boss doesn’t have a work-life balance and naturally, neither do you.

and that’s why now his heart is beating out of his chest when he realises you’ve taken a blanket out of your little bag, thanks to your quirk that gives you powers like doraemon’s 4d pocket (which he actually thinks is convenient and cute—not that he’d ever say it without a gun pointed to his head), and lay it down on the hood of his car, grinning when you catch him staring. you pat lightly on the top after tossing your bag back inside the car.

“come on, come join me,” you tell him, toeing off your shoes and carefully getting on top of the blanket.

as always, he doesn’t know why he just doesn’t disagree whenever it comes to you. you could send him off with a grocery list and he’d probably just go to the supermarket. fucking hell, all it took was one moment and here he is, you on his mind. only you.

“i don’t know why you like to do weird shit like this,” bakugo grumbles, though he’s already moving his feet.

he follows you, getting on top of the blanket and lays down beside you, one arm behind his head as cushion, same as you. the moon is nice and full tonight. the wind is the right kind of chill. the air seems cleaner at night too, that’s why he prefers it like this. and then it clicks.

bakugo shifts his gaze from the moon to your face, and you’re pretty like this—correction; you’re always pretty—in the natural glimmer of moonlight. you’re staring up at the sky, but you realise he’s staring at you and then you stare back too. and the both of you are just silent like that for a while. but not the kind of silence where he feels like clawing his eyes out but the kind where it’s comfortable. like that day in his office when the two of you were alone. like the way he likes it. like how he enjoys anything if it has to do with you. only you.

“you like the beach at night, right? helps keep your mind off of things?”

your question reminds him of that day at the office, when you were both alone. when he was mulling on his own over his failure. when you asked him what his go-to place was when he felt down. you had told him of your own. so he told you his. this exact place. the beach a few minutes drive from kirishima’s house, the one that’s quiet and doesn’t have annoying kids screaming in the distance.

you probably remember him telling you that he doesn’t come here often because he doesn’t have much spare time. why else would you drag him here now, of all times?

he could ask you why you wanted to come here and know for sure, but that isn’t necessary. you’d play it off as nothing, surely. he understands you as much as you understand him. there’s some sort of naked vulnerability in that notion that makes him feel afraid, but there’s also the faint hint of excitement that someone exists that knows him as he is and accepts him exactly as he comes that trumps the former.

bakugo sits up, leaning back, palms down against the blanket. you follow suit, your eyes noticing the dark clouds that start to cover the moon. “we should go soon, looks like it’s going to rain.” he can hear the disappointment in your voice. is it for him? is it out of your consideration for his shortened downtime at the beach or is it for something else?

when he doesn’t respond, you turn to look at him, tilting your head in that cute way you do. “bakugo?”

this time he’s had enough. “no.”

“no what?”

fuck, it’s so stupid to want such a simple thing so much but he can’t take it anymore. he looks away from you, praying that you can’t see the heat on his cheeks in the dim moonlight. “you know even an idiot like you can just call me by my first name too, right?”

“o-oh.”

you probably think he’s the biggest fucking hypocrite because he’s being the absolute biggest idiot right now. what the fuck is he doing, asking for something like that? it’s so stupid, so goddamn—

“katsuki.”

there you go again, dangerously making his heart skip a beat, the way only you can. he turns his attention back to you, only to find that you’ve inched a bit closer, your noses just a hair’s width apart.

he sees you; the way your eyes look into his, the way their focus drops onto his lips and he can hear his heart drumming in his chest. it’s funny how he has excellent control over his explosions and manoeuvres, but now he can’t say he’s even controlling himself at all. his left hand comes up to your face, and his thumb caresses your cheek. he can hear your breath hitching in your throat—you must be as nervous as he is.

friendship is tricky. the lines get blurred so easily.

your right hand brushes over his, but you don’t stop him. you let out another soft call of his name, like you’re yearning, and god he already knows it’ll play on loop in his head for the next few weeks. or who knows, maybe after this you’d call him by his name even more if things go well? he finds himself hoping for this to please go well.

you don’t give his thoughts mercy; you cross the line with him, closing the distance between you and your lips crash together and he can taste the lingering cider on your tongue and it’s sweet but he thinks you’re sweeter. nothing can beat you. the distance is closed, and he never wants it opened again.

here he is, on the hood of his car, on the blanket you brought, kissing you. only you. maybe it was always and would ever only be you. and katsuki doesn’t mind that. he doesn’t ever think he’ll mind anything if it’s you. just you.

and the rain starts pouring and you’re both still kissing each other as though you’d never see each other again but maybe—if katsuki dares to think of it that way—it means that you’d been craving for this as much as he had.

the rainwater is dripping on both your faces and to his disappointment, you start to pull away, chuckling, your hair matted against your face thanks to the rain. you still look perfect to him. you always do. only you.

fucking hell, get a grip.

“okay, we should really get out of this rain now.”

katsuki doesn’t want to. he really doesn’t. he wants time to fucking stop and let him savour this moment and your taste and the way you’re laughing but maybe he’ll still get it even if time goes on. so he follows you, helping you hurriedly pack the wet blanket into your small little bag before sitting back down in his car.

“great, now my seats are fucking soaked,” he grumbles, closing the windows back up. you giggle, and he rolls his eyes, glaring at you. “something funny?”

you shake your head, suppressing a grin. “no, it’s just—you.”

“huh?” katsuki doesn’t get it. he doesn’t understand you, still. “you think i’m a joke?”

“no it’s not that, but… you’re grumpy most of the time, and you can be loud and explosive,” you pause for a while, and katsuki continues to listen, starting up his car. “you can also be really intolerable for certain people.”

“okay, what’s your point?” screw himself for being impatient but he doesn’t know where you’re going and he doesn’t know if he likes it.

you laugh at his interjection, probably amused by his sudden reaction. and then you go and give him the softest smile he thinks he’s ever seen.

“you’re also way too hard on yourself. and people give you shit about your quirk sometimes and how much collateral damage they cause. some of them take everything personally and think your anger is all there is to you.” your expression starts to fall as you undoubtedly recall of all the instances you’d seen them criticise pro hero dynamight on the news. polls rising of whether the masses think dynamight is more suited to be a hero or villain. other polls asking ladies whether they’d date anyone like pro hero dynamight and if they did, most of the comments said it was because of his looks and none of them said anything beyond that shallow remark.

it doesn’t bother him though. he never keeps up with these things and he doesn’t even care about their opinions anyway. he does care about yours, though. maybe that’s why he’s afraid of where this is going.

but you ease his worries. in the way that only you can. “i think i kind of like bakugo katsuki though, dynamight or not, flaws and all,” you confess, and he’s praising himself inwardly for not just kissing you again right here right now.

he knows what you mean. you’ve always seen him for him. always that patient, too-good-for-him girl he never saw coming.

when you’d all gone on a trip after graduating and you’d experienced him being crabby in the mornings with his wild bedheads. when you’d have game nights and witness him squabbling with kaminari over who really won. when you’d played a part in pranking him with a really, really spicy sauce which he definitely could not take and had to relegate to the bathroom for the rest of the night (and you were the one who offered him a pill because apparently your guilt acted quick).

you’d seen it all. nearly all. which is close enough. because nobody’s even come close to you. the world knows only what pro hero dynamight is willing to show to them. his friends know what bakugo is really like. but maybe he can relinquish control, just for you, to let you see all of katsuki.

he starts the car, and before he steps on the gas, he says, nearly inaudibly, hoping that you can hear him, “i think i like you too.”

the two of you come back to kirishima’s apartment only to find all of them passed out in the living room, all on the floor, just as they were when you had first left.

“guess we’re staying here for the night?”

katsuki huffs. “what kinda question is that? i ain’t gonna carry ‘em all to my car, they’re gonna fucking puke all over it before i can even get ‘em home.”

you nod in agreement. “you can go home if you want,” you tell him, probably remembering that he rejected kirishima’s offer to stay the night earlier. “i can clean up myself and take care of them.”

a part of him isn’t happy about the fact that you so easily tell him to go. he inches closer to you, close enough that you can feel his breath on your face. “do you want me to go?”

he smiles when you shake your head so easily, and he exhales from his nose. “then don’t say shit like that, dumbass.”

it’s pretty amusing, he realises, how you get flustered so easily when just moments ago you were the one who initiated the kiss. just a few words and you’re already scrambling to grab a few vowels.

“w-we should start cleaning up now, i’ll go get them some blankets first!” and there you go, retreating to the corridor.

katsuki watches as you grab some blankets (this time from kirishima’s store room) and pull them over your friends. he busies himself with clearing up the mess, tossing all the empty beer cans and packets of chips into a large black trash bag. you help after you’re done, both of you cleaning up without so much as a word shared. just comfortable silence. just the two of you.

when you’re done taking care of your friends, the two of you retreat to the kitchen. you slump down on one of the dining chairs, head on the table. maybe he’s getting ahead of himself, or maybe it’s the late hour, but he lets himself run a hand over your shoulder, asking if you want some water. you nod your head yes, and take it from him when he offers it.

“hey, katsuki?”

he really shouldn’t feel this relieved when you still call him by his first name, but a part of him was convinced that it was just an in-the-moment thing that wouldn’t carry over. guess he was overthinking it.

“yeah?”

“can i sleep on your shoulder? denki took the entire couch.” you’re sleepy, he can hear it in your voice, see it in your droopy eyes. his eyes shoot to the living room couch where kaminari probably stirred awake while you were both disposing the rubbish and decided to claim it. idiot.

he could offer you kirishima’s bed room, but he’s not sure he could take a risky conversation about sharing a bed this late at night.

katsuki’s still glad he’s your next option. (he doesn’t know he’s actually your first. you tossed that denki fact in to conceal the fact that you just wanted to be close to katsuki.) “fine, but i’m not taking responsibility if you fall off,” he concedes, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

you’re too tired to bite back, but he doesn’t mind. you fall fast asleep within a few seconds, and katsuki catches himself staring at you again, longer than he should. “you drive me crazy,” he whispers, not that you can hear.

(the next morning when you wake up, you find that katsuki has not moved an inch from his position, your head nestled safely in the crook of his neck. from driving at 2.30 in the morning and kissing in the rain, you smile to yourself, nuzzling closer to him. yeah, you definitely like bakugo katsuki. you’d told him so. you hope that maybe one day he’d tell you the same too.)

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im not crying... IM NOT CRYING.... I AM CRYING!!!!

why do I do this to myself!! BUT I LOVE IT

Alone - Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader

Summary: You’ve never been able to tell if Bakugou likes you but you’ve spent a lot of time (sometimes foolishly) hoping he did. 

WC: 10.7k 

CW.Pinning Tw.ANGST Cw.death Cw.injury cw.anxiety. Tw.HIGH FUNCTIONING ANXIETY. reader has high functioning anxiety. Cw.alcohol cw.self loathing.  MDNI MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AN: I cried writing this at one point so If you see my tear stains just keep scrolling. Also I really struggled with either making this hurt/comfort or angst but the angst was just so good. I might still post the alternative ending separately. 

Bakugou has called you princess for so long you don’t know if he knows your real name. It’s been a nicknames that’s grown with you. Starting as one thing and becoming something completely different. When you first heard the name it was long before you’d ever hear it in any kind of positive light. Your fighting on the course of action in a rescue situation, a team building exercise that lacks the ‘team’ part because Bakugou is trying to do it himself. 

“You have to protect the hostages with us. You never know what type of traps or backup could come in. If you just go for the villain you could miss so much.” He’s scoffing and rolling his eye.

“Yeah you go ahead and do that. I’m getting the villain.” His hand gestures out in a makeshift way to brush you off. 

“Ugh you can’t just storm off! It’s a team exercise.” 

“Pff you do whatever you want princess. In the real world the only important thing is catching the villain. All you little extra handle the boring shit.” And he’s off in a cloud of black smoke leaving you stunned and flushed. 

After that it seemed to just roll off his tongue like nothing. Everyone else was dumbass or idiot and of course extras but you were princess. It was said in the same tone leaving you only room to believe that you for whatever reason pissed him off more than the others. 

As time goes on he changes of course. No longer the brash student and now the brash and matured sidekick. Somehow nothing changes about Bakugou but at the same time everything did. He grew? Not just physically but emotionally. He found a way to remain true to himself while opening himself up to humility and constructive criticism. No longer is he slamming door behind him but instead waiting for whoever is coming in with him to come in too before slamming the door. He still the all star rushing in and saving the day but now he’s pushed himself to take care of his teammates. His idea of success no longer just getting the bad guy but everyone coming back safe as well. 

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im luvin it

shigaraki's day off

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My Lady

in which captain shigaraki tomura intended to take everything from the commodore who sank his ship—his wealth, his home, every treasure he’d collected in his journeys. but there was one thing he hadn’t factored into his perfect revenge scheme: falling in love with the man’s fiancé

shigaraki tomura x reader

word count: 15.2k genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn type: one-shot warnings: threats of violence, infidelity reader: fem (she/her pronouns, fem terms, fem clothing) note: while in a technical sense this fic contains cheating (the reader is engaged to be married to hawks), the reader and hawks are not emotionally devoted to each other and not together in a modern sense. it’s an arranged marriage and the two characters are not in love

the words were coming forth before he could think about them. he’d realized long ago that such a thing was hardly rare when he talked to you. you simply had a profound effect on him; one which made his careful consideration go fuzzy, made him struggle to keep up the act. “you deserve someone who loves you, my lady. someone you love back.”

your back straightened. you turned your head just barely so that you could settle your gaze at him through the corner of your eye, lids heavy and face unreadable. “that’s a romantic thought, tenko. naïve, I think, but romantic. i used to daydream of it as i used to daydream of sailing. but it’s just as out of reach, just as cruelly close and unattainable as the sea.”

“what if it wasn’t?” he needed to stop talking. “what if it was right here? a man who loves you, ready to take you away on his ship?”

shigaraki tried to keep his breath steady. he tried to keep his expression innocent. he tried to convince you that his question was merely hypothetical.

he hoped you knew, somehow, that it was anything but.

Shigaraki Tomura wanted to destroy everything that Commodore Takami Keigo, the navy’s illustrious Seahawk, held dear.

He still remembered the sight of his burning ship the day the commodore finally succeeded in sinking it; the smell of fire was etched into his mind, the ash heavy in his lungs, the golden red glow of the flames as they reduced the ship he’d inherited from his master to a skeleton of smoldering remains to be swallowed by the sea impossible to forget. He’d lost all but seven of his crew in the fire—seven crewmates who held strong by his side, his most loyal companions.

That was over a year ago. He’d spent that time rebuilding his power, his notoriety, his crew—now, he was Captain Shigaraki of the Decaying Lady, the pirate king, a far more fearsome and respected man than he’d ever been before his defeat, and he hadn’t lost a battle to Takami Keigo since.

But it wasn’t enough. No matter how many of the Seahawk’s ships he sunk, none of them came close to meaning as much as the All For One had meant to Shigaraki. No matter how many times they came to blows on the open seas, it never satisfied his lust for revenge. He wanted to ruin Takami’s life.

It was a life which had only been getting better and better. Just as Shigaraki rose in infamy, Takami too gained in power. His new title as commodore was proof of as much, along with the enormous ships he captained and the grand manor he’d built.

And you, his new fiancé.

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Katsuki calls you when he leaves work every day.

When you started dating him that was the deal. He risks his life constantly; there’s no assurance ever that he’ll return home to you. So even now, years after the tradition began, now that the pair of you wear matching rings on your fingers and the bed he stumbles into each night is the very one you occupy, he still calls.

It’s never anything substantial. Sometimes it’s quick, barely a minute long, a quiet greeting and a simple home soon before he hangs up to change out of his uniform. Sometimes you stay on the phone for an hour; talking about your days as you both commute, planning dinner, discussing your upcoming visit to his parents over the weekend. More often than not it’s at 5:00 almost to the minute—he scarcely likes to dawdle, preferring instead to end the work day and have dinner with you regularly—and you typically know ahead of time when he’ll be working late.

Of course, there is a downside. On the rare (very rare) occasions when you don’t get that call, it makes you panic.

He calls you a dumbass every time, rolls his eyes and scoffs, yet he always holds you tighter afterwards. There is always food in his hands when he opens the door, shoved into yours in silent apology. You always catch him as he’s drifting off, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck and promising that he’ll always come home safe.

You’re certain that’s what will happen tonight when you don’t get your call at five.

You’re still pretty certain he’s okay at 5:30. You text him a photo of the meal you’ve made, the two place settings, with a caption telling him not to let it go cold.

By the time 8:00 rolls around you’re worried. That’s bedtime—he’d never voluntarily miss it. Yet you assure yourself by turning on the news, aware that if pro hero Dynamight had fallen to a villain or been crushed by a collapsing building it would be talked about and nothing of note was being said. He typically told you when he was going out on more secretive missions, too; not directly, but subtly. He’d implied nothing of the sort today. He’d likely just been dragged out to some bar by his high school friends, the only people able to do it. He’ll come stomping through the door at midnight smelling like booze but stone sober, and you’ll shove him into the shower and sit on the sink while he bitches about Denki and Mina and Hanta with affection in his voice. Yeah, that’s it.

9:00

10:00

11:00.

You’re still in your work clothes, you realize, yet it’s far too late now to change. The lights are off in the living room save for the multicolored display of the television, which you keep on out of a sinking feeling that any moment your fears will be confirmed. An image is ingrained in your mind: his body, broken and bloody. Lifeless.

You wonder what villain could have taken down Katsuki. You think they’d have to be terrifyingly strong to even stand a chance, and still have to play dirty to win. Maybe they’d looked like someone he knew—Izuku or Eijiro, or maybe even you. He’d have gotten a shock from that, a villain strong enough to harm him would have only needed that chance. Or perhaps it had been a building, perhaps he’d charged in after hearing an old lady calling for help. Foolhardy heroics had always been Deku’s thing yet your husband could get caught up in it at times. You blame their shared mentor. All Might had more than enough to spare.

Katsuki would chide you for staying up so late, especially on a work night. He’d take one look at the clock on the wall and bark at you to go to bed, never mind that he could be dying in an alleyway or bleeding out on some rooftop. He’d drag you to the bathroom to wash your face. You wish he were here to do it. Your conjured version isn’t persuasive enough.

But then you get a call. It’s 1:34 in the morning. You’re on the couch, curled up in the corner with the cat pressed into your side and a blanket thrown over your legs, staring sightlessly at the news half dozing off. Your phone is on the coffee table in front of you, and it startles you awake when it buzzes.

You lunge for it, too relieved upon seeing the contact on the screen to care about the sound of your cat scrambling off into some safe corner of the apartment. It’s Katsuki. His name is like a beacon of hope as you press accept, as tears spring to your eyes and your thumb shakes just barely. You can already hear his gruff voice calling you a dumbass for being so worked up, the offended tone as he asks you if you have any faith in him at all.

Except it’s not Katsuki on the other side of the line, not this time.

It’s Deku.

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Would you care for a dance?

ft ⇒ K. Eijirou x Fem!reader

tw ⇒ fluff and maybe angst if you look at it from a different angle (unless I missed any do tell me)

wc ⇒ 1.4k

a/n ⇒ special thanks to my friend @MizukiIto42 on Twitter for being my beta reader / editor ♡

Kirishima Eijirou dreams of many things, what you don't know is that you’re his dream.

You arrived at Yaoyorozu’s mansion, after getting past the front door, the music swept right through you, welcoming you in. As you look around before you close the door you notice someone from the crowd already walking up to you.

“I’m so glad you could make it (Y/N)!” Momo smiles as she walks to your side and puts her hand on your shoulder to quickly leads you away from the door.

“Everyone has been waiting for you, well— especially a certain someone. We missed you, you know? You were too focused on your hero work and you didn't have time to hang out with us after your graduation at UA!” She remarked.

“I know Momo I’m sorry, but tonight I’ll make it up for you guys!” You say, holding her hand that was resting on your shoulder as you smile.

“Good, because you deserve the break! Enjoy the party!” As Momo walks away you suddenly realize what she said and you sprint to her side, quietly asking her “what you mean by ‘especially a certain someone?’”

A smile appears on her face as she whispers “you’ll see.”

You stand there, dumbfounded, trying to figure out who she’s talking about, but your train of thought’s interrupted when someone calls out your name. You look over to where the source started and you were met with Mina waving her arm inviting you to come over to the food table that she was standing next to.

“Gosh, I missed you so much!!!” Mina screams as she hugs you “I missed you too Pinky!” You smile and return the hug.

“So where are the others?” You question. Mina motions towards the group of boys who’re laughing at each other’s dumb jokes and when you look closer, you can see some of them holding half-empty beer bottles; next to them was a table that was stacked with all the empty bottles.

“Man they're drunk already?” A worried expression shows on your face. Mina nods, laughing “Yeah! but have you seen Katsuki? He is laughing like a maniac! You don't get to see that every day! Come on, let’s go talk to them!”

After Mina brings you to them, you exchange a few conversations here and there and also laugh with them, but one thing you never notice is that there’re a pair of eyes glancing your way.

As time passes you were starting to get tired, you excuse yourself to go to the balcony to get some fresh air.

While you’re looking at the shining stars in the night sky your ears pick up the sound of the door to the balcony opening, and you look behind you to see who it is.

Eijirou smiles and rubs the back of his neck apologetically “Sorry! didn't mean to startle you!” He says as he gently walks up to you and rests his elbows on the railing.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be enjoying the party?” You join him in leaning against the balcony's railing as you take a closer look at him, from his gently matured features to his long red hair that he has been growing out since you both were first-years that as it flows in the wind, as though being caressed lovingly by the evening breeze.

“Well... I just wanted to check on you, that’s all, I could leave if I’m invading your space!” He babbles, to which you grin and pat his back “No it’s ok I don't mind your presence.”

“So Uhm... how’s hero work going for you?”

“Oh, you know... it’s hard, but seeing people you helped smile make everything better,” You reply.

And as the conversation continues, he watches your expression as you speak, listening carefully to every word you say- unfortunately, your beauty attracts all his attention and makes him space out.

“Yeah and—” you stop as you notice Eijirou spacing out again “Hey are you okay? should we get back inside? you’ve been spacing out a lot.”

“Wha- oh! No, it ok I’m sorry, it’s just you're so mesmerizing... I can't take my eyes off of you” He stammers, to which your face begins to heat up; after seeing your reaction he realizes as well and you both look away to hide your face.

A moment of silence passes, and you decide to break the awkwardness in the air “I never realized you liked me...” you mumble, Eijirou stares back at you in shock as his face reddens, and he whisper-shouted “I thought I was obvious! no wonder you never said anything about it!” he buries his face into the palm of his hands as he groans.

“Well...I thought I was obvious too, I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you, but I never said anything because I thought you were out of my league.” Eijirou looks up from his palms and focuses his eyes on you “You liked me too...?”

As you both watch each other’s expressions in silence, Momo’s voice can be heard through a speaker as she announces, grabbing your attention away “Thank you for showing up everyone! This last song will be your opportunity to have a dance with someone! Enjoy!”

By the time you realize what she meant by a ‘special someone,’ a slow song has already started, Eijirou looks back at you as he holds out his hand “Would you care for a dance?”

You smile as you grasp his warm hand and your other gracefully rests on his shoulder, and his arm embraces your back.

You are both lost in each other’s embrace as you sway to the music; the scenery becomes a blur, it was only you and him now, alone.

Butterflies fill his stomach as he speaks “I never got the courage to ask you out all those years, it took me too long to realize that if I don't step up and be a man I might lose you forever, and every day I can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, your laugh and how beautiful you are, how you would stop in your track immediately whenever you notice an animal is in need of help, and how you were always there for me... It every little thing that you do that makes me fall in love with you more and more.”

Everything seems to be frozen, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you listen to his words, you both come to a stop, hands still clasped to each other, and you can feel him tightening his grip.

Tears fall from his crimson eyes as he looks down “When I saw you talk and laugh with us, it reminded me of how in love I am with you.” His expression pains you as you move the hand that was on his shoulder up to his face and stroke his dampened cheek, using your thumb to wipe his tears away.

He leans further into your touch and pulls back the arm embracing you to hold onto your hand. Moonlight shining on both of you as he asks “This might be sudden but I can't handle not being with you anymore so... would you be so kind... as to be in my future?”

Your own tears begin to slip as you answer “yes!” You jump up to hug him tightly, he catches you immediately and embraces you.

After a while of nothing but sobbing being heard from both of you he pulls away to lift your chin up “Can I kiss you?” He pleads and looks into your eyes for confirmation.

You simply nod, watching Eijirou’s face light up “You have no idea how much I wanted to do this!” As he caresses your face with both his hands and his lips connect with yours, kissing you slowly, savoring the moment.

As the seconds seem to have bled into eternity, you can still feel the fluttering feeling lingering in your stomach as he pulls away and smiles at you, resting his forehead on yours.

“I have many dreams (y/n) and I’m happy that this one finally became a reality,” He admits as he gives your nose a small peck.

“This must be your favorite dream then.” You let a soft chuckle slip.

“Yes but it’s nothing compared to the dream of making you my wife.”

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ayeeee lmaoooo

Forgot to post it here, lol I made a wallpaper for my sis bday

but she said I can share it! feel free to use it for wallpaper but pls don’t repost my art!

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katsuki has never been one to talk about his day. instead, he settles for asking you about yours, listening to every little detail as he feels his heart clench with adoration. he could listen to you talk for hours, no matter the topic.

so, when you ask him about his day, he responds with a word or two; ‘fine’ or ‘it was alright’ usually does the trick. but when you ask to hear about his day, asking about random things that made him happy or sad or pissed him off, he finds himself at a loss for words. his mind goes blank and for once, he doesn’t know what to say.

when he starts telling you about all the little things that happened that day, he becomes a stuttering mess. he finds his hand looking for yours, looking for affirmation; looking out to hear for your small hums or nods of acknowledgement. when you hold his calloused hand tight and start rubbing the back of it with your thumb, the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. he feels himself go lightheaded and all of a sudden he understands what it means to be drunk on love.

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Beelz my baby <3

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I HAVE NO WORD TO DESCRIBE IT, I JUST LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHH ☹️☹️☹️

boyfriend katsuki who gets jealous when he sees you talking to another guy, but tries to act like he doesn’t care because of his pride.

boyfriend katsuki who takes you to meet his mom and gets embarrassed when she says that you’re the first girl he’s ever taken home.

boyfriend katsuki who’s heart hurts every time y’all get into an argument, but tries not to show any emotion.

boyfriend katsuki who loves when you massage his head while he’s tired.

boyfriend katsuki who loves every part of you and would do anything for you but would never admit it.

boyfriend katsuki who shows his loving side a lot more when he’s tired.

boyfriend katsuki who calls you “shitty woman” when you two get into a heated argument.

boyfriend katsuki who every time you play a song in the car, tells you to “turn that shit off” but secretly remembers the name of it to listen to it while he fills out some paperwork.

boyfriend katsuki who cooks your favorite meals when you’re not feeling that good and acts like he didn’t know it was your favorite.

husband katsuki who refers to you as “my wife” when he’s talking about you to his friends or co-workers.

husband katsuki who leaves you the most romantic kiss on your forehead while you’re sleeping, before he heads off for a mission.

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reading angst with happy ending is like having a hello kitty bandage on ur wound, it still hurt but it cute.

bakugou + hazelnut + peony <3

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞

Summary: Katsuki returns to your place to clean out his things after a rough break-up for both of you, but maybe this doesn’t have to be the end of you two.

Warnings: Angst (but with a happy ending), Arguing, Swearing

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Hazelnut - Break-up AU (I ended up changing the prompt slightly and going with post break-up/getting back together since it fit better with the flower prompt!)

Peony - “Character accidentally confesses while arguing”

This has not been edited, I will go back and edit it once I get home tonight so I apologize for any mistakes!!

- The sigh that fell from your lips as you swung your door open and saw who was standing behind it seemed to crack Bakugo’s heart the slightest bit more than it already had been, the pieces he thought he had begun to pick up after you left him immediately shattering once again as he realized that you were disappointed to see him. 

- He had known you wouldn’t exactly be pleased to see him, though because you had specifically invited him over, he had expected a slightly less hostile response, and he didn’t have the mental energy to disguise the hurt that clearly flashed across his face at your reaction.

- You felt your own heartstrings being tugged at the way your ex-boyfriend looked like a kicked puppy, guilt stirring within you as you gnawed anxiously at the skin on your lip. You attempted to come up with something you could say to ease the tension between the two of you even the slightest bit, but came up short after a few moments of thinking and simply stepped aside to grant Katsuki entrance into your home.

- Katsuki felt his heart warm the slightest bit as he stepped in your home, the familiar scent of the place he had visited countless times swimming around him and putting his mind slightly at ease. It made his eyes water to think that this would likely be the last time he ever stepped foot into your home, but he figured he should savor the comfort it brought him one last time before he lost the opportunity.

- “I got most of your clothes and stuff packed in boxes, they’re in the bedroom. I left everything else for you to deal with, I figured you wouldn’t want me ruffling around in your things.” You shot your ex a sad smile as you spoke, him returning the sentiment as he silently thanked you for leaving his stuff for him to handle. Katsuki still trusted you wholeheartedly and wouldn’t have minded if you had gone through his stuff, but leaving it to him allowed him to stay with you for longer, which he appreciated.

- “Uh…thank you.” He eventually spoke, his spinning thoughts making it hard to form sentences with you so close to him for the first time in over two weeks. “I guess I’ll go deal with that now.” He added after a moment of hesitation, sighing in disappointment as he made his way to your bedroom while you remained in your living room. It hurt that you so clearly didn’t want to be around him, obviously ushering him away as soon as you were able to, and while he had been determined not to cry today his resolve broke quickly as he stepped into your room and a few tears fell from his face.

- He first made his way over to your closet, ensuring that all of his clothes and other keepsakes he had left in the space were now in the boxes you had laid out for him. Katsuki had always kept his less valuable keepsakes in the small set of cubbies beneath your closet, and when he checked inside the cubbies he found that you had left everything of his inside of them. ‘They must have considered these personal, too.’ He realized, moving to grab another box you had left in the room for him as he gently placed the few items of his from the cubbies into the box.

- When he had ensured that all of his belongings within the cubbies had been cleared out and carefully placed in the small box in his hands he stood up and moved to quickly ruffle through the closet, trying to get through this part as quickly as possible so as not to invade your privacy. You had already gone through and removed everything you saw that belonged to him from your closet, and now he just had to double-check and assure that nothing had been left behind.

- He quickly pushed through all of your clothes in the closet, barely paying attention as they passed by with a brush of his hands until he came across an item that was unmistakably his. It was a black hoodie with the image of a skull across it, and you had cited it as your favorite clothing item of his to wear many times throughout your relationship. Before your break-up you had practically claimed it as your own, only returning it to him for a day every few months to “get his smell back”, and his heart clenched inside his chest at the sight of it sitting cozily inside your closet amongst your clothes.

- You had been very thorough in removing every trace of Bakugo from your closet other than this one hoodie, and that made it very obvious that leaving the hoodie had been intentional on your part, a realization that caused his eyes to water once again. He knew you wouldn’t fault him if he took the hoodie back, it was his after all, but the fact that you still wanted to hold on to one memory from your time together absolutely melted his heart, and without a second thought he pushed all of your clothes back together to conceal the hoodie once again and stepped away from your closet.

- As he made his way over to your bedside table you entered the cozy bedroom, eyes visibly red to show that you had just been crying. Katsuki felt his heart crack at the sight, heart aching to see you in such visible pain, but he knew it was no longer his place to comfort you in moments like this. He turned his attention to the bottom drawer of his bedside table as you sat on the end of a bed, the silence suffocating both of you as it filled every crevice within the space between you.

- The silence only stretched on as Katsuki shuffled his items in the drawers around, feeling your glassy eyes boring into him from behind as he carefully moved each item from the drawers into the bag of his things. 

- While he struggled to prevent his emotions from getting the better of him Katsuki managed to keep his composure around you as he sorted through his things, until he reached one item that immediately caused the waterworks to begin. He couldn’t even attempt to hold back the tears anymore as his eyes stared at the cover of the item, tears dripping onto the cover as he attempted to hold his sniffles in. Though you knew it would only hurt you still found yourself leaning over to glance at what had caused him to grow so emotional all of a sudden, and when your eyes landed on the book in his hands you felt your heartbeat stop in your chest as the tears began to pour from your eyes once again.

- The scrapbook felt heavy in his hands, the emotional weight of each and every picture within feeling to heavy for him to bear in that moment, yet for a reason unknown to even himself Katsuki began to gently open the book, flipping to the first page filled with photos from your earliest dates before you were officially together.

- Katsuki carefully ran his fingers over the first photo in the book, hands tracing the edges as a sad smile grew across his face. He was wearing the hoodie that was now sitting in your closet, and had been entirely oblivious to the fact that you were taking a photo as he enjoyed the ice cream in his hand. You had a spot of your own ice cream on your nose, giggling with your smile beaming brightly through the photo.

- “Remember this?” Katsuki eventually decided to ask, grabbing your attention and causing you to shift the slightest bit closer to him to see what he was looking at. “I have no clue how you managed to get so many photos of me without me noticing, I look like an idiot here.”

- “No you don’t!” You immediately replied, allowing a chuckle to slip out of your mouth as you stared at the photo. “If anything I’M the one who looks like an idiot. I remember I got ice cream all over my face that day, and you wouldn’t stop teasing me about how messy of an eater I was for months.”

- “Can you blame me? I didn’t know a human could be so messy!!” Both of you were giggling now, Katsuki clutching his side as he allowed a grin to spread across his face. For just a moment both of you allowed yourselves to forget the history between you two, the difficult situation you were in, to savor just one moment of happiness in each others’ company once more.

- The moment quickly cracked as both of you were suddenly pulled back into reality, though, your laughter dying instantly as you stared solemnly at one another. 

- “...We shouldn’t be doing this, I’ll leave so you can finish packing up.” You eventually spoke after the silence became too suffocating for you to bear, watching the way Katsuki’s face twisted in frustration at your solemn words.

- He had sworn to himself before he had arrived that he would remain calm throughout this, that it was for the best that the two of you were split up and he wouldn’t try to convince you otherwise. But the lies he had told himself completely crumbled at his feet in that moment, and the anger began bubbling up within him quicker than he could contain at your cold words.

- “What the fuck, we can’t even talk now?” Katsuki managed to keep himself from yelling, knowing that may frighten you, but he couldn't help but raise his voice slightly as he turned to face you.

- “Not now, Katsuki. Not when the break-up is still so fresh.” You tried to reason with your frustrated ex-boyfriend, mouth falling open in surprise as you watched the tears freely fall from his face. “Maybe someday we can be friends, once we’ve both moved on.”

- “What happens if I don’t want to move on, Y/n?!” Katsuki argued in response, only stunning you further as you struggled to find any words with the chaos in your mind currently. A tear dropped from your chin onto your floor as you opened your mouth.

- “Katsuki, we both agreed that breaking up was the best decision for us.” Your voice broke as your tears fell freely now, no longer trying to keep up the pretense that you were fine with losing him forever. Every word ached as it fell from your lips, but you truly had thought that a break-up was the best option for the two of you, so you forced yourself to argue that with him despite your inner reluctance to let him go. “We barely saw each other any more, it was like we weren’t even together at all. We’re both too busy for a relationship right now.”

- “Fuck that!” Katsuki angrily responded, raising his voice another level though he was still careful to maintain his anger. “You’re right, we never got to see each other.” He added after a moment, allowing himself to cool off slightly in order to explain his views on the situation to you more clearly. “But why didn’t we try to work that out at all? Why the fuck did we just jump straight to breaking up? Do you really not want to be with me anymore?”

- You could hear the genuine devastation in his voice as he asked, heart seemingly breaking as he spoke his last sentence. “No, of course not!” You immediately rushed to reassure him, arms wrapping around your ex-boyfriend as you realized how truly in love with him you still were. “We both agreed that it would be best to break up.”

- “I only agreed because I thought that was what you wanted!” He responded. “You said that you thought we should break up. I figured that you were sick of me and didn’t want to fix our issues. I thought you just wanted to get rid of me.” Katsuki hadn’t allowed himself to be this vulnerable in front of you throughout the entirety  of the relationship, and your heart ached seeing him in so much pain over you.

- “Oh god no, Katsuki I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you think that. I loved you so much,” You paused, contemplating what you were about to say before eventually adding, “I still love you. I guess I just had it in my head that, because we were barely seeing each other anyways, it would be better to break up? More mature? I was worried that we’d only get worse if we stayed together.” You broke down in his arms as you realized how wrong you had been, burying your head in his chest solemnly as you reveled in the realization of your mistakes.

- “Hey, hey. Don’t cry, beautiful.” Katsuki managed to choke out, his tears beginning to slow as he reached a hand under your chin and lifted your head in order to meet your eyes. “We both made stupid decisions, don’t put this all on yourself. We just need to work on our communication, jumping to conclusions was shitty on both of our parts.” His voice was softer than you had ever heard it before as he tucked your head gently back into his chest, stroking his hand gently up and down your back and igniting a spark of hope within your chest.

- “Does that mean you don’t to break up? You’re willing to give us another chance?” You pleaded, looking up at him with soft eyes as you realized that you may just have a chance to salvage the most wonderful relationship you had ever been in.

- “Of course, you idiot.” He replied, gently pressing a peck to the top of your head as he spoke. “As long as that’s something you want too. I’m always willing to put in the effort for you, I wanna fix this.”

- You let out a content hum in response, allowing yourself to smile the slightest bit as you realized that, just maybe, your love story with Katsuki hadn’t reached it’s end yet, that you had a chance to repair the rusty foundations of your relationship and build it into something truly beautiful with enough time and effort.

A/N: This was a really fun first prompt to start with, I haven’t posted any angst on this account yet so I’m happy to finally get some angst works going! Fluff may be my specialty but I always enjoy dabbling in angst, especially when I can write a happy ending at the end of it :) Also thank all of you for being so supportive of and excited for this event and for sending in requests, my tags have finally started working due to some help from support and that coupled with your giys' excitement for this event helped my motivation so much!! My requests are still open right now, so feel free to send in any requests you may have!! :)

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mmm yes pain, my fav.

Coping with your death - the brothers

info : angst warning : major character death, probably some grammar mistakes but pls bare with me it’s 4:45am as im writing this :’)

Lucifer tries to forget about you. Maybe if he forgets your existence, the pain will go away. Yet he keeps seeing you, no, imagining you at each corner of the HOL. He drowns himself in paperwork, maybe that will help. But somehow, he can still feel your hand on his shoulder, telling him to come sleep with you in bed and take a break. He becomes harsher with everyone, especially with Mammon who cannot stop sobbing about you. Not even Diavolo can bring him at peace again. Lucifer is slowly losing himself into darkness. You were his light and now, you’re gone. Forever.

Mammon spends all of his time at the casino. Money used to solve all of his problems before you came into his life. But now, now you were gone. Meaning money had to do it’s job again. But the feelings weren‘t the same. It wasn’t like your warm and affectionate hugs. It wasn’t like the small kisses you’d randomly give him throughout the day. It wasn’t like your sweet honey laugh he loved so dearly. It wasn’t like your beautiful smile. It wasn’t like your comforting hand in his cheek. It wasn’t like you. Money used to be able to by his happiness. Then why couldn’t money bring you back?

Beezlebub eats less and less as the days pass. Suddenly, his interest for food has died down. He blames himself for your death. Even if it wasn’t his fault, even if there was nothing he could’ve done, he still takes the blame. Everywhere he goes he gets looks of pity which are sent back by glares from Belphie, who tries his best to comfort him. But it’s to no avail. He lost one of the most important person in his life, again. It felt like a curse and he couldn’t help but think who would be the miserable next victim. He stays up at night wondering if he did something wrong for death to take you away; to take you away from him. He promised you he’d protect you and wouldn’t never let anything bad ever happened to you. And Beel was always one to keep his promises. So why wasn’t he able to keep this one?

Satan spends his day and his nights at the library, and he won’t leave until he found something to bring back the dead. No one dares to approach him. Not even Lucifer himself. They’re all too scared of the wrath he would unleash. He barely sleeps. The only time he does is when he accidentally falls asleep on the many books spread on the table. But he is quick to wake up and go back to his reading. Luckily, he still eats and drinks, Beel always dropping by to give his brother some food, he doesn’t want to lose anyone else precious to him. His legs have gone numbed. The bags under his eyes seem to be bigger than his knowledge. Yet he’ll never stop. Not until he can have you back in his arms, alive. Because why can’t you both live happily ever after like in his books? Why can’t he just have a happy ending?

Asmodeus doesn’t look as fresh anymore. Sure, he still takes care of himself. But no matter how much makeup he puts on, it is clear to everyone around him that his sleep doesn’t come as easy as it used to. He regrets not telling you how beautiful and perfect he thought you were to his eyes every minute. All of a sudden, he doesn’t find himself all that pretty and attractive. He doesn’t find the beauty in him. He can’t see himself the way you used to. Your shining eyes, full of love, whenever you’d look at him. He wants to see them again. He’d even be ready to turn into a monster if it means he could see your beautiful face again. It doesn’t matter if you’ll love him or not. As long as you’re alive, its the only thing that he needs.

Belphagor sleeps his pain away. People would think he went in a coma if it weren’t for him occasionally grabbing food, your favourite, downstairs in the kitchen. He tries to force himself to dream of anything but you. Happy memories or not, he doesn’t want any of them. Because just the thought of you brings all the pain back again. He hates it. This is why he never wanted to fall in love. Especially with a human. He should’ve known that this would happened. That’s why he tried pushing you away, yet you just kept coming. Even with his short temper, his direct and mean words he threw at you when he snapped, you never left his side. Damn you. Damn death, the one who took you away. If only you could still sing him to sleep like you used to do. If only you’d still cuddle with him while napping. If only you were still here.

Leviathan plays all of your favourite game and pretends you’re right here, next to him. He chose to stay in denial. To live in a world where you were alive. He would sometime record your gaming sessions, so he manage to find you saying various things. And whenever he’d ask a question, he could make you answer. Heck. He’s so desperate in keeping you alive he made a life sized cutout out of you. No one has seen him outside of his room for a while but they can hear at night his cries and sobs. It’s only at night, when he doesn’t feel you in his arms, that he realizes that you’re truly gone.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

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Don't mention it.

ft - B. Katsuki x gn! reader

tw - none just pure fluff, unless there is any please let me know

wc - prob 600

a/n - ironic how I love angst but my first fic is a fluff one lmao, also sorry if it isn't great it my first time writing and posting on here (also english isn't my first language) 🗿

he took notice of how you like flowers but never have any for fear of it withering.

During your walk with Katsuki you stumble upon a newly opened Florist shop, your walking pace slowed down to a stop because you was enchanted with all the beautiful flowers design that was on display.

After awhile of looking at all of them your eyes direct to (favorite flower) near the shop’s window. Realizing your footsteps is no longer being heard he look back.

“Oi, what stopping you.” Katsuki grumbled.

“That flower is really pretty don't you think?” you answer as you point to the flower that you still keeping an eye on.

Katsuki’s eyes shift to the flower you pointed at, he look at it for awhile and scoff.

“If ya want it I can just get it for you dumbass.”

You look back at him with a slightly shock expression because you can't believe that he would do that for you, your face turn back to normal as you shake your head.

“No it’s okay, I don't have much time to look over it with all the training and beside it going wither one day and I don't like to see that.” you sighed.

As your eyes go back to looking at the flower, Katsuki is thinking of something to make it possible for you to enjoy your favorite flower without it withering away. An idea pop into his head as he grab your hand and dragged you away.

“Come on, let’s go back to the dorm it gettin' late already.” he said

“okay okay... bye pretty flowers...” you pout as you try to catch up to his pace while looking back at the shop.

The next day you stroll to his dorm and ask him to go on a walk again but after not hearing anything from the other side of the door even after you knock many times you sigh as you walk to the living area to hang out with your friends instead.

Time skip—

It was near curfew when you hear a knock at your door, you stood up from your bed as you walk to your door and open it. To your surprise it was Katsuki at the door with a hand holding something behind his back, his face looking somewhere else to avoid your face.

“Katsuki, hey I didn't see y-” you were cut off as he hold up a glass flower to your face, an exact duplicate of (favorite flower)

You gasp as you carefully grab the glass flower in his hand, your face still have a shock expression while you inspect it.

“Ye I know it isn't perfect, but blame the instructor at the glass workshop for shitty instruction, it took me hours to make one that meet my standard.” he mumbled while his eyes still avoiding you and his hands are tuck away in his pockets.

You squeal as you lunge at him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thank you so much Katsuki! you don't know how much this mean to me!” you laughed

He loosen up as he return the hug.

“Don't mention it.”

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a/n: anywayyyy what yall fav flower? mine is Magnolia bc it look cute and also bc of its meaning. also idk if glass workshop exist in Japan or nah but let just pretend there is for the shake of this fic, also ik nothing abt glass workshop other than a few vid I just watch on YT lmao. And yeah ik fake flower exist but that no fun >:[

shout out to this TT for the idea

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it been so long since I consume Kenma's content 😩 I love this man

one of a kind.

kenma x male reader

tw; nothing lol

a/n; sorry guys i had writers block + exams are coming up ;-; hope you enjoy!

wc; 368

"hey look at you going out for once!"

"kuroo, shut up."

the two friends walked side by side among the bustling crowd, kuroo trying his best to match his friend's step. yes, this trip was a surprise for kuroo as kenma never invited him outside of his house.

"sooo, are you gonna tell me the occasion? or are we wandering around stores for no reason?"

"im getting y/n a gift. its going to be our anniversary.." kenma mumbled out, eyes trained on the game in front of him.

"oh ho ho? is my kenma getting a gift for his favorite bo- OOF!"

giving his friend a sharp jab to the stomach paired with an intense eye roll, kenma continued walking.

"yeah of course, i would be stupid to miss it."

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soon enough kenma had pointed out the place he was looking for, a lavish jewelry store. he and kuroo entered the area and was immediately greeted by a worker.

as they were led to a counter, kuroo couldn't help himself and peeked over kenma's shoulder and was met with a beautiful sight.

There sat two shining rings in a plush velvet box with a yellow cat on one and a black one on the other. what really awed him was the brilliance of the carvings, seemingly made of pure light.

"do you think y/n will like them? i had them custom made." kenma asked quietly as the worker went to assist someone else. giving his friend a signature grin, kuroo laughed and patted kenma on the head.

"you know y/n loves anything you give him." kenma sighed and gave a small smile.

"yeah, you're right."

"what did you even get these made out of? it looks super expensive."

kenma just shrugged and pulled out his phone, looking through his messages.

"i think it was black opal and a yellow diamond. it was a big hassle to even get the raw stone, let alone get it cut in that way."

kuroo let out a low whistle, leaning on the counter to observe the rings closer.

"id never thought you'd put this much effort in anything other than gaming."

"mm, well y/n's one of a kind."

@BYTEZ4LIFE - do not copy/plagerize

a/n; yeah, listen to kenma ur one of a kind <3 thank you guys for the recent support i really appreciate it!

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BEEL PLEASE😭😭😭

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