#imagine how mad bakugou would be too

[stingrachelmha]

Somebody has to listen when I say there’s an ideal fashion-loving wayward-child-rearing mentor for him!!!!!

[yanderenightmare]

i love your hybrid au sm! the way you characterise each animal to suit not only it’s species, but the characters itself is so creative and nothing short of genius! so it got me thinking, how would you imagine the bnha characters as mythical creatures and monsters ??? ( eg. vampires, wendigos, harpies, werewolves ) etc.

Katsuki, Tomura, Hawks, Deku, Shoto, Dabi

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Shigaraki Tomura Ghost

You’ve moved into his old room, and though you furnish it a bit differently than he did when he was still alive, you’ve placed the bed in the exact same spot. It’s been all dust and dead moths up until now, it almost feels like he’s alive again as he sleeps next to your warm body.

It’s only small things in the beginning. Underwear that goes missing, unexplainable handprints on the foggy shower doors, your duvet on the floor even though you’ve never been one to kick it off in your sleep.

You’ve never been one to believe in the paranormal either, but something convinces you to search up the history of the house. You find out a boy had murdered his entire family here—parents, grandparents, his sister—and that the boy himself was never found.

Obviously, you shut your laptop with a bang and try and will it away from your mind. It happened years and years ago—whoever that boy was, he was long since dead. But the more it starts sinking in that you’re not alone, the more your belief feeds him—makes him feel real again, as though you’re slowly bringing him back to life.

Sometimes, you spot him in the mirror of your vanity, but when you twist around, there’s no one there. But you feel him—the gust of cold breath giving you goosebumps, the weight of hands and a chest pressing against yours at night, and the brush of coarse fingertips touching you in places—places that have you moaning his dead name.

Bakugou Katsuki Demonic spirit

He enjoys large houses—preferably something with a bit of history. But every now and again, some moronic humans decide it’s time to wreck the old and build something new—which means he’s often on the move.

He doesn’t mind living alone in his new house until you move in. He’s a little mad at you at first—he thinks you’re one of those wreckers, what with your renovations and whatnot—but then he understands that you’re preserving, not destroying. Apparently, the Gothic manor is your ancestral home built by one of your great-grandparents seven generations back in the 18th century—seems you were the only descendant who felt it was worthwhile to keep. 

He wouldn’t normally stay when someone else moved in—he’d often use his demonic means and scare them on their way. But with you, he settles for dwelling in the shadows, in the many dark rooms you haven’t found a use for yet. But when night comes, and you turn off the lights and go to bed, he can't help but end up in your room—watching you sleep, oh-so-peacefully and blissfully unaware of his presence. But he won’t do anything to you even though he could, even though you make it so easy—he’s grateful to you, his little housemate.

Your bedroom becomes awfully hot at night—you can’t explain it. Nor can you explain why the wind howling through the house sounds more like the groaning breaths of a beast. All you know is that your bed feels heavier than it should if you were the only one in it—and that you don’t dare twist around to see what it is sleeping next to you because whatever it might be, you don’t think it’s human.

You know it isn’t human. It’s too big to be, and its hands are too warm and too rough—and its claws too sharp where they rake into your skin and tuck you close to a chest that feels as though engulfs you. You don’t think it has a heart, only a stomach—and it sounds hungry.

You read up on sleep paralysis demons, and it brings you peace of mind, but only until night comes and you go to bed in wait. It’s the first time he talks to you. His laugh is like rusted clockwork, and his voice is like raked coals—hot and scratchy against your ear as he tells you how your human ways of rationalizing the things you don’t understand are cute and amusing.

Keigo Takami - Hawks Guardian Angel

Being a guardian angel has always been a fun hobby of his ever since the creation—he’s found it to be a nice break from all the other angelic duties he has bearing down his wings. Of course, it’s always sad when your human dies, but luckily, there’s always another one not far behind to steal your halo all over again.

You’re his most recent. He watches over you any minute he can spare, chuckling over all your silly human antics. And though he’s had plenty of humans before you in the long history of man and God, he can’t help but confess you’re his favorite so far. You’re just so cute with your big, adorable eyes and pretty smile.

He begins taking greater pride in his responsibility of being your guardian. He used to see it as but a menial little task he could take to when feeling up for a laugh, but something about you makes him want to watch over you every single second of every day.

And so he does—he has the feathers to spare, especially for something so important. But soon, simply watching over you doesn’t feel like enough anymore.

He knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—so much so he’s afraid he’ll be cast out if anyone were to find out. It’s not right for angels to feel amorous for humans—most would call it deviant and demonic. But he can’t help himself—watching you in your vulnerable state while you undress, bathe, and sleep.

Still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Maybe he’ll come to visit you one of these days.

Midoriya Izuku - Deku Hybrid between fae and troll

He protects the forest and nurses all sick and wounded animals back to health, writing down the condition of trees and brushes in his notebook as he wanders for hours until he falls asleep in a moss bed beneath the stars. And though he knows his responsibility is purely to the forest, he can’t help but feel inclined to keep an eye on the little human who lives just beyond it. You’re just so cute with the way you walk the forest and sing songs you think no one hears—wearing your human clothing and living in your human abode behind walls and a door. He just finds it absolutely fascinating. 

Sometimes, you feel like there’s something following you when you walk about the forest next to your house. You’ll turn around to see a cluster of rocks and greenery you could have sworn weren’t there when you walked by—you look away before allowing yourself to think the pile looks an awfully lot similar to a larger human’s huddled form. But sometimes you hear it—the sound of stone scraping methodically, as though walking. You don’t humor the thought until you start finding his footprints outside your house, on the path to the forest—feet thrice the size of your own and sunken as though made by something very heavy.

Your legs go out from beneath you once you first see him—not like those times you’d turned around only for him to pretend to be part of the earth—this time, he’s pretending to be more like you, and it only makes it all that much worse. He’s bigger than a bear, grey-skinned with flecks that remind you of freckles and hair like fresh moss sprouts. His eyes are as green as the fox-fire fungi when night falls—glowing with nocturnal light. When you try to run, he follows suit, making the ground shake so bad it knocks you over. 

He carries you into the mountain where he lives and keeps you there from then on. After all, the part of him that’s fae has considered you his pet from the moment you took a bite of your first forest fruit. It was his gift to you whether you knew it or not, and now you’ll belong to him forever.

Todoroki Shoto Vampire

It’s an awfully boring world. Not much to do when you feel you’ve done it all twice over. The taste of blood has become stale no matter how many different types he drowns himself in at night. Sometimes, he humors the thought of setting his manor ablaze if only to watch the fire roar until the sun rears the top of the roof and finally puts him to eternal rest. But he’s been thinking about it for two or more centuries already, and he’s beginning to doubt his nerve.

Dead things can’t make vows, so he must go on as he decided to when he was still alive—that’s the curse—only another person can break it.

You seem doable enough when you stride into his manor with your little sharpened sticks and silver daggers. It’s been a while since a hunter has graced his presence. The scent of holy water makes him lick his fangs, and the nearly irresistible urge to drink you dry almost has him pouncing on you—but he knows it would be but a fleeting high unworth it in the end when he’d have to live another millennium without the warmth of the sun or another soul.

He drops down before you with grace. You have the tip of your silver dagger pointed up under his chin in the same second but get stunted by his pale porcelain face, showing no signs of aggression and rather riddled with a bleak sort of melancholy you’re not used to seeing on the godless creatures.

He simply stands there, straight-spined and high-headed, with his hands folded behind his back as though showing you respect—and then, unprompted and to your great surprise, asks if you would please make it quick and put him out of his misery.

Todoroki Touya - Dabi Hyrbid between incubi and vampire

He preys in nightclubs on those who have that mischievous glint in their eyes in dire hope their lust can match his. Every day, it’s a dozen new—he can never seem to find the right one—always starving and never sated no matter how much he gorges himself, always thirsting, always dying for more. 

Until you.

You’re but a dainty wallflower who doesn’t want to be there, but you have this scent about you—garden-fresh, like something he’s never smelled before, and his tongue yearns for a taste. He knows what it is once he gets closer to you—the opposite of sin of all things, it’s innocence, and oh, how he craves to devour it whole.

His silver tongue has had so much practice that using it on your gullible ears makes him all but drool, asking you if you’d like some fresh air. You nod your head, big eyes looking at him as though he were some sort of saint for offering. He laps it up—it’s all he can do to pace himself. But when he has you alone, it’s all over for you.

He’s going to corrupt every last piece of you until that once peachy keen taste of innocence has become an ever sweeter taste of syrupy sin. He’s going to make you exactly like him—and your tall fall from grace will leave you blasphemous and beautiful.

♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

Imagine bakugou with someone who has a mad strong quirk and yet has no intention of being a hero, like bro can reshape reality or something and just wants to be a magazine editor or something would that drive him crazy or what

Oh yes, it would! Here's my take on this.

He's known you since childhood. Your quirk? Gamer.

It's extremely rare, so less than two per cent of the population has it. You can basically manipulate anything to your will, and every day, you have to complete tasks to gain new abilities.

He's always at your door after a training session to ask how much he's levelled up, and you would look at him with a dorky smile every time and say. "Why don't you get some rest?"

Time flows by, and soon the both of you are in high school. This is the time when your choices today mould your future.

"The hell? Whaddya mean yer not gonna apply to UA?" He snarled, but his words had a cushion to it. He was only ever soft with you, and everyone knew it.

"I just! I dunno Kats...I don't feel like the hero life is for me. You get what I'm saying?" You fiddled with the hem of your skirt as you looked up at him. His carmine eyes bore into yours.

"No, I don't. How can you throw away something so useful? Look at you, Y/n! You've been gifted, and there's only one thing to do with a powerful quirk like that!" He was trying to convince you. You knew it.

But this was all too pressuring. Everyone expected something more from you, always, and it was just too overbearing.

"It's just too much. I just want to live my life the way I choose." You looked up at him with teary eyes.

Bakugou clenched his fists, his frustration evident, but he didn't lash out. Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to understand. "But you could be one of the greatest, Y/N. Yer stronger than most pros out there. Why waste that?"

You sighed, shaking your head. "It's not a waste if I'm happy, Kats. I just wanna be an author and own my own bookstore. Maybe write a couple of articles for the daily news. I just wanna do something along that line."

He sighed and cupped your face, wiping away a stray tear.

"Fuck, don't cry." He sighed and closed his eyes. "As long as yer happy I guess..." he grumbled as you wrapped your hands around him. "Could always be a hero, though. If ya decide to change yer mind lemme know."

You sniffled, bringing up a hand to hold his that was still on your face. "Let's go for some ice cream, kay?" He asked in an attempt to cheer you up.

Your eyes brightened upon hearing those few words leave his mouth. You cheered silently and hugged his waist tightly, causing the blond to flinch and begrudgingly wrap an arm around your waist.

"Bakugo and Y/n sitting in a tree," one of his goons started to chant, and Bakugo's hands started sparking.

"YOU FUCKING EXTRA GET BACK HERE."

School is just stress on my head right now. My brain is so fried, but here's what my remaining two braincells pulled together cause they wanted fluff 🤦‍♀️ here Anon hoped you like it <3 and please ignore any grammatical errors. This was not proofread *cries in academic struggle*

[slayfics]

Hello, good morning mate!

So, I don't know if request are open in the moment, you can ignore this request if it's closed :'D

A Bakugou x reader, reader is sick as hell but go training with bakugou anyway, until they almost pass out. Make the reader stubborn as hell! And most importantly have fun ^^

Sorry for my bad english, I'm too lazy to use the translate

Katsuki gets mad when you push yourself too hard.

700 words

Your head pounded and your body ached, but you pulled on your hero costume regardless. The illness crept up slowly through the day but was now hitting you hard.

Your head was hot and your knees weak, yet you intended to meet with Katsuki to spar. You both had made these plans earlier in the week. He was going to help you with some of your defensive moves and you couldn't pass up the training.

You had been looking forward to it all day, and being that Katsuki was one of the top heroes in your class you were excited to learn from him.

The thought crossed your mind to reschedule with him but then you imagined the taunts he'd give you. Putting you down for letting a simple cold get the best of you. The way he'd scold you for not being stronger, and question what you would do as a pro. Pros couldn't just let a cold stop them and not taking on a villain right?

You slowly made your way over to the gym to meet Katsuki for training, feeling worse and worse with each passing moment.

"You look like crap," Katsuki said at the first sight of you.

"Hi to you too," you said back sarcastically.

"You feeling alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine," you lied hoping he wouldn't question you any further.

"We can do this another time if you need to rest," he suggested.

"I said I'm fine, just teach me what you've been talking about all week," you responded back shortly.

Katsuki clicked his tongue at your attitude, "Fine if you are so eager, attack me and I'll show you," he instructed.

Katsuki watched as you made a sad attempt at attacking him. Your attack was half the speed it usually was, and your flushed cheeks gave away how sick you must have been feeling.

Barley needing to use his quirk Katsuki easily dodged, "The hell? You're definitely not feeling well. Let's go back to the dorms," he urged.

"No! I was just getting warmed up. Let me try again," you said stubbornly.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, "Fine, go ahead," he agreed.

You came at him again but then time he easily stepped to the side, leading you to crash down on the floor from the momentum.

"Dumb ass, "he huffed out, quickly extending his arm to help you up. You grabbed his hand, and he pulled you up. "I'm not training with you like this. You're obviously sick."

"I can handle it!" You yelled back.

"Didn't ask you if you could handle it. I said I'm not doing it," he said sternly. "We're going back to the dorms and you're getting rest. How the hell are you supposed to be a pro hero if you can't even take care of yourself?" He said harshly.

You felt your eyes sting at his harsh words. You came to train despite being sick because you didn't want him to think you couldn't be a pro for letting a cold get to you, but here he was telling you the opposite. You needed to recognize your own needs first.

Katsuki's eyes widened at the growing tears in your eyes, "Cut that shit out!" He barked, secretly feeling bad for his outburst.

You ran your hand across your face, wiping off the tears. "I thought you'd give me shit for canceling on you for being sick," you said honestly.

"Hah!? Course not! You're not at your best when you're sick and I only want to spar with you when you're giving me everything you got." He spoke.

You sniffed back tears composing yourself and nodded at his words.

"Besides you can't be a hero and fight for others if you don't look after yourself first... Let's go back to the dorms. I'll make you something to eat and we can try this again next week," he declared.

"Thank Bakugo" you spoke softly.

"You can thank me by taking better care of yourself. Come on, let's get you some rest," he said motioning for you to walk with him back to the dorms.

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[lowkeyremi]

Hey! Since your requests are open I'd thought I'd slip in here...

Pro Hero Bakugou x actress reader where reader got nominated for the Oscars, and got the Oscar for the Best Lead Actress?? I can imagine he'd be so proud and would be in tear when she thanks him with her entire soul during her acceptance speech.

And the Red Carpet- I swear that man would be so happy seeing her look so pretty. Imagine they wore matching outfits too I can't-

Not to mention all the pictures being posted of them on social media... everyone would have proof of him in 4k looking at reader with heart eyes 💀

Absolutely no obligation to write this, I just thought this was really cute loll

WAIT I MIGHT PROPERLY WRITE THIS ONE DAY IF YOU'D LIKE ME TOO.

he would literally brag to everyone be like "that's my girl." "they couldn't have chosen a better actress for that part. they wouldn't do it as well as she does"

and while they're getting those pics of him being smitten I mean ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH YOU one of the photographers are like, "miss? do you know dynamite? he looks like he's dying to get a picture with you."

and you know their reasons they want something that could be written about, something all over the news. little do they know they were in for a show.

you say yes and he literally ducks under the red rope barrier that keeps everyone off of the red carpet and he walks up to you sliding a hand around your waist and kissing you on the cheek.

you two hear shuttering like crazy and a giggle escapes your throat. and someone yells, "look! they're matching!! do you think they're together?"

oh how the two of you enjoy reading up on people's theories about you guys, "dynamite is always posting [name] on his social media, they must be more than just friends." one person claims on twitter.

"katsuki my manager was really pissed that you kissed me at the red carpet." you weren't mad, honestly you found it cute.

"i don't care that guy can suck my dick for what it's worth. I wanna freely be with my girl." he rolls his eyes.

[minus-plus-zer0]

The Bakusquad Gaming Group - Ch. 1 - Introduction

| Masterlist | The Bakusquad Gaming Group Masterlist | | Next | ♡ Genre: Fluff, little crack ♡ Pairing: Gamer!Bakugou x Gamer!Reader ♡ Tags: Crossover (MHA x multiple franchises), gaming AU, Quirkless AU, aged up ♡ Summary: You're a pink and girly Let's Player who recently rose to fame. Eventually, your brand grows enough to attract the attention of the (in)famous Bakusquad. Their leader, Bakugou Katsuki, has especially taken a liking to you. This story follows your daily lives together as part of the Bakusquad.

You made waves in the gaming community as an up and coming Let's Player. Your pink and cutesy aesthetic could only be matched by the cozy games you played, with the occasional Dark Souls and DOOM Eternal mixed in.

Your following grew over time but you needed to network to continue your brand growth. Although your channel currently rode high on your DOOM Eternal Let's Plays, you noticed that a popular gaming group called the "Bakusquad" made themselves known by playing Animal Crossing, and you wanted in.

You actually recognized their leader, Bakugou Katsuki (aka his username "Dynamight"), as somebody who attended your old university. But you two never interacted and you never saw him in-person. He wasn't the type of guy who would collaborate with anyone, and even his own group had a hard time getting a hold of him. This could be his and your chance to break further into the multiplayer scene.

But how would you contact him? Emailing him felt too formal for a guy who regularly shirked formalities, and he blocked whoever slid into his DM's, plus he wasn't exactly friendly in-person on the off-chance you ever got to see him face-to-face.

But after watching some of his videos, you knew the best way to get his attention was through force.

You publicly challenged him on social media to a 1v1 fight in an old fighting game that you secretly knew the ins and outs of. You purposefully chose this one since it didn't look like anything you, a girly gamer, would be interested in. You tagged him and then you called upon your followers to get his attention, but it didn't take long before he was sliding into your DMs, mad as all hell.

"What the fuck was that?" was his first text. "You seriously challenging me?"

You didn't reply. You just screenshotted his DM, posted it onto social media, and tagged him again.

Your only words in your post were, "I'm dead serious. <3"

"Oh it is on." That was Bakugou's last DM to you.

Even though it wasn't his idea, Bakugou personally led the organization of the event from here on out. He shot you multiple curt texts of the time of the event, the rules, and instructions on the technical aspects of getting you both into an online call. He even gave you his phone number so that you could communicate faster. Now that caught you off-guard.

While you rested in the privacy of your own bedroom, you dialed his number. You felt the intense urge to tease him for even giving you his contact info. Before he could get a word in, you were already on his ass.

"Do you give everybody your phone number?" you asked.

"Huh? What, hell no! This is an important event as part of both our channels so I had to--"

"You sound so much stuffier in real life, oh my gosh."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING FLUFFY?"

"...I said stuffy, Bakugou."

"WHATEVER OKAY! That's not the freaking point! I just wanted to make sure your online connection was good enough for this old as fuck game. Why did you pick this shit anyways?!"

You could just imagine him in his house, getting all angry over a phone call. You found it highly amusing, mainly because you knew it wasn't that serious.

"It's a childhood favorite of mine," you pouted, crossing your legs on the bed. "It's very near and dear to my heart. You don't like it?"

He sighed. "If you're so fucking dead set on it, then I'm not exactly gonna back down now, am I? I just wanted to make sure this all works perfectly."

"It'll be fiiiiine, Bakugou." You hugged a video game plushie from your bed real tight. "Gee, I didn't realize you cared so much."

"It's my job! Of course I give a shit. I'll make sure this event doesn't flop 'cause of this damn fossil of a game."

"It's not gonna flop!"

Then day of the event came soon, and both of your fanbases were pretty hyped. The game itself wasn't the only interesting part. No, people were more interested in your clashing personalities.

Since you arrived on the gaming scene, people had jokingly made edits comparing your content to what "Dynamight" had to offer. Your brands were like night and day in difference. They knew from your first post tagging Bakugou that your ensuing interactions were going to be... intriguing, to say the least.

The stream started, with two of the Bakusquad members Kaminari Denki (aka "Chargebolt") and Jirou Kyoka (aka "Earphone Jack") helping with the technical side of things, as well as moderation of your chats. Kaminari oversaw Bakugou's chat, while Jirou oversaw yours. Needless to say, this caused numerous arguments between Bakugou and Kaminari. At least you and Jirou got along well enough despite your difference in aesthetics and Jirou's frustrations with the technical issues.

The first match would be starting soon. For the first three rounds, your arena would be a barren field with a galaxy backdrop. Bakugou specifically chose the plainest arena to best show off your skills and nothing else. You and Bakugou were on an online call together, streamed live to both of your audiences.

"You fucking ready for this, princess?" he asked.

"Only if you're ready for me, prince."

You saw Bakugou smirk wider at your comment through his rarely used onscreen camera. It made you feel in some way you couldn't describe.

Your character was a real firecracker on the field, despite their delicate and sweet-looking appearance. You caught Bakugou's fire-based barbarian character off-guard several times, punishing him every time he thought he could attack you recklessly.

Bakugou let out a stream of expletives, with many new swear words being created on the spot. He caught you laughing and he said, "Don't laugh at me, dammit! I'm not fucking done!"

He attacked viciously but he also learned not to throw his character around willy-nilly. Still, he wasn't a match for you and he couldn't get enough hits in before you threw him off the stage entirely. He tried to leap back up to grab the stage's ledge, but you spiked him straight down. His character died from falling offscreen.

Both your fanbases were going nuts at Bakugou's amateur playstyle. This was the first time he'd been taken off-guard in a fighting game. And it was worse knowing that you were beating him down like a professional MMA fighter beats down a sickly old grandpa on his deathbed. Bakugou was beyond livid, but instead of his earlier rampant boisterous rage, he was now silent and focused and seething.

"Somebody's a little pissed," you crooned into your microphone, your hands gripping your controller as you awaited his character to respawn. "Oh come on, Bakugou, it's not that serious..."

"You won't be saying that when I beat you," he said.

The second round was much worse for you. Bakugou grew much more defensive, and your offensive game was not nearly good enough to avoid retaliatory punishment from his character. You kicked him, he countered you and punched back, sending you flying off the stage to the point where you couldn't leap high enough to reach the arena. Your character fell to their death, somewhere into the beautiful galaxy backdrop.

Bakugou shot a stupidly handsome self-satisfied grin at his camera, and you knew for a fact that it was meant for you.

You sent him a well-trained, super sweet pageant smile that told him, "You are so fucking dead I swear to fucking god once I am done here your character will regret the day he was ever fucking born." Hopefully he got the message.

This was your last round of your first match, and there was no chance in hell you were going to throw the fight away that easily. You glanced at Bakugou's screen to gauge his reaction but he was glancing away from his game, and you wondered if he was looking at you.

The final round started and your characters traded blows like old archnemeses. Your character dashed quick as lightning, but you couldn't get any clean hits on Bakugou's character at all. Bakugou's character hit way, way harder and you struggled to remain on stage every time he sent you flying.

You had to admit, you were impressed. He was literally beating you at your own game. Still, you had dealt enough damage to his character little-by-little that you could tell he was getting nervous.

His barbarian character punched yours so hard he sent you flying, again. You were floating back towards the stage while he awaited you at the ledge.

"Almost fucking done here," he said, his voice almost a growl.

"You gotta tone down that ego of yours," you said, with a smile.

His character swiped at yours but you countered hard, your pink magic shooting him right backwards. Then, your character grabbed him, threw him over the ledge, and kicked him straight into the offscreen abyss.

You shrieked and cheered, bursting into a little happy dance. The chat was going wild seeing Dynamight perform poorly in a fighting game, for the first time. You looked at Bakugou's screen and he wasn't even mad. His back was slumped against his chair and his hand stroked his face, obscuring his true expression. But he was staring at your character's victory animation onscreen very seriously, like he couldn't believe it.

"Holy crap!" Kaminari's voice chimed into the call. "What a match! That's a great way to introduce yourself to someone! I can't believe you two have never collaborated before, we really gotta do this again sometimes because I have never, and I mean never, seen somebody kick Bakugou's ass like that."

"Shut it, Dunce Face."

"Aw come on! The night's still young! How about we play a few more rounds?"

Your eyes flickered to Bakugou's screen, then to your camera. "One more round, Bakugou?"

Bakugou exhaled through his nose. Then, he addressed his camera, his face morphing into a deadly smirk.

"This stream isn't ending until I beat you."

The stream didn't end for hours.

Bakugou had basically challenged you on your home turf, which was the biggest mistake of his life. You won most of the matches, and although Bakugou did win some, he could only go home happy if he won all of them. And as an unofficial referee, Kaminari would only consider it Bakugou's win if Bakugou won at least a majority of the matches, but Bakugou couldn't manage that either.

You had so much fun that night. You not only fought Bakugou but you also occasionally let Jirou and Kaminari get in on the matches. Other Bakusquad members also poked their head into the streams and joined in at certain points. Even though you had never met these people before, it felt like you were already fast friends.

You already felt incredibly comfortable around Bakugou, maybe even more so than the others. Once the stream ended, the rest of the Bakusquad congratulated you on the good stream but said their quick goodbyes as it was getting late. However, Bakugou stayed up and switched you two to a facetime video call through your computers.

Your heart raced upon seeing him but your face didn't give away any fear. This was very sudden, but you didn't mind witnessing what Bakugou was like in private. A strange feeling bubbled up within you. Meanwhile, Bakugou slumped back in his chair, his head propped up by one fist as he took your appearance in.

"So?" you said, looking playful and coy. "Guess it's not that bad of a game after all. Your viewers were higher with me around."

"Don't get cocky," he said. "Yours were higher than I've ever seen on your channel too."

"My channel?" You spun lightly left and right on your gaming chair. "I didn't realize you were a fan."

Bakugou lips turned up somewhat. "It's obvious that I'd fucking watch your videos before I collaborated with you. Duh. But... I've actually been watching your shit for a while now."

You knew that anybody who gamed with you would likely watch your content, so this wasn't surprising. But for some reason, hearing Bakugou say it put you on the spot, unlike how you indifferent you felt with past gaming partners. Bakugou could've watched any of your videos, even the cringy anime dating sims you played two weeks ago. At least you never played anything inappropriate on your channel...

"So you are a fan," you said, cheekily.

"So fucking what." He looked so irritated by your comment, but you only found his pissy face to be cute. "Yes, I'm a fucking fan. I've been a fan since you fucking started. Happy?"

"Wait, really?" You stopped spinning in your gaming chair. He looked like he regretted saying those words. "Oh my gosh, I would've never guessed if you hadn't told me! Do you put on my videos just to hear my voice? Do you buy all my merch? Do you want some of my gamer girl bath water--"

"Will you stop that?!" His face was a furious shade of red. You wanted to screenshot it so bad but he'd catch you red-handed. "I just said I'm a fucking fan, I didn't say I was delusional."

"You didn't need to," you said with a smile. You pointed at his face on the screen. "It's written all over."

"WHAT?!"

You burst into laughter. He could only stare dumbfounded at his monitor. He grumbled about how you were oh so impossible to deal with, but that didn't wipe the smile off your face.

"Really though, I'm glad..." you said, as your giggles faded away. "I'm always grateful for my fans, Bakubestie."

"Oh you've got nicknames for me now?"

"You're the one that called me 'princess'."

"You don't need to comment on everything I do, alright?" His face was burning brighter again. "Enough about me and all my supposed funny flaws you wanna point out. I wanna talk about you. You a fan of me or what?"

He tried to look cool while saying that. But by the way he leaned on his desk, closer to your screen, you could tell he was really interested in your answer. You backed away from your desk a bit, because his close presence embarrassed you.

"Of course I'm a fan," you said. "Who wouldn't be a fan of 'Dynamight'?"

His face cracked a handsome and cocky grin. "'Course you are." His voice possibly lowered an octave when saying that. "Since you're such a big fan of me, and I'm such a big fan of you, how about we partner up more often?"

He looked confident, but you could see his heart beating fast through his tight shirt.

That made you more confident in turn.

"Yes please, Dynamight."

[throwawayhero]

Heyyy idk how to do request this is my first time Lmaoo but I wanted to do the trio (todobakudeku) getting jealous because readers guy friends 😅 I’m not sure if that makes sense but I believe you know what I mean 🤲🏽

It makes complete sense don't worry!! And thank you for sending in a request! A few others have sent some in and I promise that I will get to writing them, it's just difficult to find time these days!! Also mad respect to whoever asked straight up if I could do Bakugou smut, but we'll see ;p

I feel like Shoto!Todoroki would honestly squint a lot when he gets jealous. A scrutinising glare is his version of a resting bitch face when it comes to being possessive. Definitely goes a lot more quiet than usual, which is saying something.

Probably feels a bit guilty about it too. I get the feeling that he'd leave it be until he's neutral and then bring it up. No feelings were ever seriously hurt. He's probably more chill about it than people would think, and I love that for him.

"Are you okay? You went really quiet."

“I’m always quiet.”

Katsuki!Bakugou though... You would definitely notice him being more distant/tense. His jaw is CONSTANTLY clenched and so are his fists. Would poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Definitely snappier than usual which is expected. Does not leave your side. Stares the guy down. His eyebrows are permanently furrowed.

Passive aggressiveness is EVIDENT. I can see him either NEVER bringing it up or immediately bringing it up after the guy leaves. It was definitely a problem in the beginning of the relationship but eventually stops.

"You looked like you were going to punch him."

“He was asking for it.”

Izuku!Midoriya is complicated. I can imagine him walking over and being like "What're you guys talking about?" with a smile on his face. I don't think he'd really express his jealousy in public. Probably thinking shit like "You're overreacting." "They're just friends." You know what I mean? Bro DEFINITELY feels guilty about being jealous.

He probably stands there like how he did in Two Heroes when Melissa and All Might were talking in the beginning of the movie. Holds your hand half way through the conversation because why not? I can imagine him picking at the skin around his fingernails while he stands there. It's a bad habit he picked up in middle school.

“Have you been picking at your nails again?"

“Oh.. I didn't even realise haha!"

[earthtooz]

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣

in which: there always seems to be a mistletoe above your head whenever todoroki's around...

warnings: 4k+ words, fluff, swearing, kissing, jokes of k*lling someone bc bakugou is there, bad writing :/

a/n: welcome to the first day of my xmas event! ofc bc todoroki is my ULTIMATE bias ☝️ i just needed to start off with him. enjoy!

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

“You idiot! I’ll kill you!” 

You stand idly by on the porch of Class A’s dorms, pitifully watching Kaminari getting chased by Bakugou, who has clear murderous intent for the electric boy as sparks erupt threateningly from his palms. The squeals and screams from both blonds have attracted a crowd of students, noting the way that Jirou and Sero both cackle with delight, their laughter from inside the dorm audible where they watch from the window, and Mina looks proud of herself standing beside you.

As the snow fell and temperatures began to drop, it indicated the beginning of the Christmas season. Meaning, Mina thought it would be a good idea to put up mistletoes where people least expect it around the dorms, and poor Kaminari was stuck with kissing Bakugou as his first victim. You watched in amusement and horror as the yellow-haired swiftly pecked Bakugou’s cheek before running away, and now, he was stuck in a never-ending chase until his head is blown off. 

“Is this a good idea?” You ask the acid user, concern lacing your expression.

“Oh absolutely! It’ll bring some excitement to our holiday season!” She responds. “Kaminari just got the short straw having to kiss Bakugou first! He won’t be the only one though, I guarantee it.”

You huff. “This is cruel.”

“I don’t think you’ll feel that way when I set you up with a certain boy,” she winks, causing you to choke on nothing, sputtering at her antics as you try to rack some sort of reply in your mind.

You regretted telling Mina about your crush on a certain classmate, and before you could stop her, her expression shows that she’s already setting something up, calculating a plan in that mind of hers

“C’mon, don’t do that to him, Mina. He wouldn’t want to kiss me,” you mutter, crossing your arms in defeat, a frown gracing your lips at your own misfortune. Just as Mina opens her mouth to deny your claim, a voice pops up behind you that almost sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Who wouldn’t want to kiss you?” 

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Dinner’s ready, I came to get you guys but it looks like Bakugou and Kaminari are busy, huh?”

“Busy trying to make a crime scene? Yeah, you could say that,” you quip sarcastically, trying to recover from your embarrassment of Todoroki almost discovering that you’d like to kiss him. On queue, Bakugou yells out a ferocious ‘die!’, paired with an explosion and Kaminari screaming. “We were waiting for Bakugou to calm down but I don’t think he will any time soon.”

Todoroki chuckles at your statement. “You’re right. What are they fighting about?”

“I hung up some mistletoes around the dorms and Denki had to kiss Bakugou. You can imagine how that went,” Mina looks proud of herself, despite the chaos that she’s responsible for. Kaminari has probably fit in a weeks worth of cardio training at this point, Bakugou too.

“Like, on the lips?” 

“No, just on the cheek.”

“And he got that mad?”

“Well, he’s always that mad,” you retort. Both your classmates agree with you. You finally step in when the explosive blond grabs Denki by the collar, effectively giving him whiplash before raising his heated palms to his friend’s face. “Bakugou, let Kaminari go already!”

“Hah?” Bakugou exclaims, his raspy voice echoing throughout the open space of your dorm’s garden as he lowers Denki to sag on the floor. “You wanna die?”

“It’s dinner time, twat,” you retort. “Can you continue your plans of murdering Denki after dinner?”

He growls, dropping your classmate into the snow before stomping over to the dorm entrance but not without sending you the stink eye. 

As he pushes past, Kaminari stumbles into your arms, sagging in relief as you struggle to hold up all of his body weight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he cries repetitively. Were those tears in his eyes?

“You’re welcome… everything okay?” 

“I thought I was about to be sent 6 feet underground.” 

Todoroki grabs the electric hero by both his arms and helps him stand upright from where you were struggling to hold him. There’s a little more force required in the way that he picks up Kaminari, and you’re almost shocked by how smoothly he does so. “It’s dinner time, you should go get some food.” 

If you looked a little closer, you would be able to see the presence of jealousy lingering in his eyes.

“You’re the man, Todoroki!” Your classmate sobs before leaning on Mina’s shoulder, actually breaking into tears this time. He’s chanting things that you can’t decipher, the pair leaving you and Todoroki alone outside.

The wind picks up, sending a chill down your spine as you tug on the sleeves of your sweater. “Let’s go inside too, I’m freezing.”

A hand on your wrist stops your advances and you turn around to meet Todoroki’s eyes, immediately becoming entranced in the grey and blue of his irises. The heat from his hand is enough to wither the cold that seeped into your bones. “What does Mina mean that she put mistletoes around the dorms?”

“Oh, she’s just hung them around the place. I don’t necessarily know why but I guess it’s a part of the festive spirit?”

“How many of them?” 

“Well, it is Mina so my guess could be twenty to a thousand,” you murmur. “I don’t care to find out.”

Todoroki’s face is unchanging, but you feel like he’s scheming something. He always is in that brilliant mind of his, but you don’t enjoy the churning of your gut that tells you you’re going to be involved somehow. What business could he have with a mistletoe? Is he planning something on a classmate? Someone he’s interested in perhaps?

Thinking about it brings a frown to your face so you pull your hand out of Todoroki’s grasp and head back inside for a little relief from an unpleasant feeling that plagued your body; a sensation that didn’t exist solely because of the cold.

A few days later, Mina would strike, starting a series of fortunate, but also, very embarrassing events.

“Morning, Y/N!” Uraraka greets when you appear in the common area. Having just brushed your teeth and done your morning routine, you feel rejuvenated when greeting your friends. Asui pops her head over the couch at your entrance and waves.

“Good morning. How did you both sleep?” You ask, walking over to where she was sitting on the couches and jumping over the back to sit down. 

“Great! Tsuyu and I are planning some things for the Christmas dorm party. Care to join us?”

“I’d love to, what’re you doing?”

The amphibian-like hero turns her laptop around so its screen was displayed at you. You take note of the decoration site that she was currently scrolling through. More specifically, the seemingly endless flow of plastic Christmas trees that this website provided.

“I thought we already had one?”

“We don’t, not until the boys broke and it ended up in flames,” Asui reminds you and you laugh at the memory of the poor Christmas tree you had last year. Somehow, Kirishima managed to push Denki to crash into it and then all the lights malfunctioned, burning the branches a little, but since the tree was near a lit fireplace, one thing turned into another and marked the end of Class A’s Christmas Party for second year. It definitely wasn’t funny at the time when Aizawa had to reprimand the lot of them, but it definitely is something to chuckle at now.

Core memories with Class A.

“I guess they did, huh?” You sigh. “To be fair, they can break the one this year because it’s our last Christmas celebration at U.A.”

“Don’t remind us!” Ochako slaps your shoulder quite firmly and you slip out a little ‘ouch’ from the impact. “I’m gonna cry again!”

“Please don’t cry,” the green-haired commands.

“Hey, I have an idea that we can do for the Christmas tree!” You pipe up, raising your pointer finger to the ceiling, mimicking an ‘eureka’ position. “We should order some Christmas balls and get art supplies so everyone in the class can customise one and put it on the tree!”

Both of them light up at your suggestion, nodding in agreement.

After a few more discussions over the logistics and decorations of the party, your stomach grumbles in protest, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten breakfast since getting up. Asui about sends you off to the kitchen, banning you from contributing any more until you’ve had food.

As you’re halfway through cutting some fruit for a bowl of cereal when a familiar, deep voice breaks the silence of the kitchen.

“Good morning, L/N.”

You almost jump from shock, tightening your grip on the knife before turning around to see who the perpetrator was.

“Oh, hello Todoroki! Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah, slept in a little longer than I would have liked. Midoriya and Iida were supposed to wake me up to go for a run but they didn’t follow through with their promise,” he complains.

“To be fair, you sleep like a log,” you comment, turning around to resume cutting the fruits. The half-and-half takes his place by your side, watching you. Suddenly the knife handle feels slippery.

“I do not.”

“You do! We literally had a competition at training camp to see who could wake you up and it took seven people!”

He grunts, rubbing his eye. “No one comes between me and my slumber.”

You chuckle, letting silence engulf the atmosphere momentarily as you walk over to the pantry. You pretend to not see him snag a slice of banana, popping it in his mouth before you can miss it too much.

“What’re you gonna make for breakfast?”

“I might just boil some eggs and have miso soup.”

“That sounds good. Nice and warm for the morning.”

“I’m happy to share.”

You shake your head, rejecting his offer. “No, it’s okay thank you. I am going to make some barley tea though, would you like some of that?”

He nods and for the next few minutes, you both operate in silence, nothing but the sound of kitchen appliances operating filling the air. You pour four cups of tea, two for you and Todoroki, and two for the two classmates you were just talking to.

You leave the kettle out for everyone though and by the time you were done plating the add-ons to your cereal, Todoroki had heated up his miso soup and finished boiling his eggs.

“Would you like to eat together?” He asks, gesturing to the dining table near the kitchen counter.

Your heart flutters, flattered that Todoroki didn’t mind spending time with you one-on-one. It’s uncommon for him to spend time with another alone; whenever you see him he was always in at least a group of three or by himself in content solitude. Settling in seats beside each other, you both discuss weightless conversations with no depth behind them, but you adore his presence regardless, satisfied with any chance to spend some time with him.

As the food in your plates lessens to zero, you begrudgingly rise to end your conversation and put the dishes in the sink. After breakfast was when you had your morning stretching session before going into quirk and strength training, then you had to finish off your assignments because even though homework was the last thing you want to do, Present Mic is quite terrifying when he puts you on the spot during English lessons.

But, before you could walk away, a hand pulls at your shirt, capturing your attention.

Glancing at your classmate in confusion, he answers any questions you had by pointing to the ceiling, where, to your horror, hangs a beautifully innocent mistletoe that you know was not there before. Judging by the ripped edge of the tape- Sero’s tape- that held the mistletoe to the ceiling, you could tell that this was a recent scheme.

Todoroki then stands up assertively, pushing his chair out as he faces you and you find it hard to meet his gaze.

“I- We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable with it!” You exclaim, the words coming out as a jumble of nothing that he was somehow able to decipher.

He shakes his head in reassurance. “No, I’m okay with it. So, should I be expecting a kiss?”

You can’t think straight, you think you’re dreaming, is this a hallucination? Has your feelings finally gone off the rails that you’re imagining the way that Todoroki was ever-so-softly smiling down at you? He looks so joyful for the predicament that he’s stuck in. What if you ruin his plans? You thought he was scheming something with the mistletoes so someone in your class could kiss him, and said person was probably not you.

“We never speak of this again.”

Something within you whispers ‘fuck it’ before leaning in, cupping the left side of his jjaw to place a gentle and quick peck on his right cheek. If you were a little more aware, you would’ve seen the way he gleefully shut his eyes as a reflex to your close proximity.

When you part, you quickly swipe the dirty dishes before scrambling away, mind in scrambles.

His skin was so soft that you almost feel horrible for tarnishing it, but the memory was so euphoric that as you continued along with your day, it only got sweeter each time you replayed the moment. You just hope Todoroki forgets about what happened because you sure as hell can’t, the scribbles on your homework lay testament to that claim.

When you finally emerge from your room after slouching over your homework for five hours, it seems like whatever happened in the morning between you and Todoroki was out of mind, out of sight; the best option for your psyche.

Regardless, the memory keeps you up at night, often making you cringe as you bury your head into the pillow as if you were sealing the moment away into a coffin, locking it up and throwing it in the ocean of your forgotten, ‘here lies…’ recollections. The worst part is that your classmate doesn’t realise the inner turmoil he throws you in, acting as if nothing happened between the two of you whenever he smiles at you, or comes a little too close into your personal space, whispering jokes lowly into your ear. It’s outrageous how you have to sit there and pretend like everything is okay. 

Eventually comes the time when all of the blank, white Christmas balls you ordered arrive at the door of Class A’s dorm, and no one in the class can contain their enthusiasm when ripping apart the package. Aizawa stands to the side, untroubled so long as the mess is cleaned up. 

The art and craft materials are spread out along the clothed dining table, some glitter has already been spilled, there’s paint everywhere, and Jirou’s playlist pleasantly occupies the space alongside the excited chatter of your classmates. As you converse with Kirishima and Midoriya, often letting them get a glimpse of your artwork whilst enjoying the cookies that Sero baked for this occasion, you realise that everyone’s Christmas ball reflects a little of who they are.

Kirishima’s is red and beautifully glittery despite all the ferocious, strong idioms he’s written on the surface. Midoriya’s resembles the colour of All Might’s hero costume. If you look down the table, Mina’s has pink snowflakes, Aoyama has stars upon stars, and Hagakure’s has little drawings of her friends- their designs were just to name a few. 

Those who finish immediately go to put up their decorations on the Christmas tree. With Bakugou going first and despite the speed that he finished his ball with, you cannot deny that it is intricate and well-crafted. Then, others start to follow him, and somehow, it’s just you and Todoroki left behind to finish up.

“Yours is nice,” he compliments, suddenly materialising in the seat beside you.

“Thank you!” You exclaim. “I’m really trying.”

“I can see.”

Glancing over to his work, you notice that it’s also split in a half-and-half, with white glitter on one side and red on the other. “Yours is really pretty,” you comment, reaching over the table to grab a gold star to put on your ball.

“Thank you. How much longer til you’ll be done?”

“I’m done now! Were you waiting for me?”

“Yeah, I would like to put our decorations on the tree together, is that okay?”

He’s so cute you want to squish his cheeks. As always, you find yourself easily complying with his demands as he leads the way toward the Christmas tree that was already occupied with various Christmas balls and tinsel, topped with a gold star. You take the time to find a good place the last two decorations and despite how full it is, you find places right next each other. 

“We look good beside each other,” Todoroki mindlessly comments and you splutter at his choice of words. Did he have to be that shameless? The clueless boy he act going on only made you more flustered at your own embarrassment.

“Y-Yeah, we do,” you mutter, rubbing your neck. 

Glancing up at the gold star, the corner of your eye catches onto a suspicious red and green thing. A part of your stomach churns in knowing before you can fully process what it is and when you do, a part of you wants to curse Mina for setting this up. She purposefully put it in a place that wasn’t visible from the doorway and would be slightly hidden so unsuspecting victims would fall into her trap.

What do you do? Do you point it out for your own selfish reason or do you avoid telling Todoroki? That’s not very festive of you but you couldn’t find it in you to care about tradition when-

A pair of soft lips meet your forehead, effectively shutting down your brain. 

When Todoroki pulls away, cheeks slightly tinted pink, you are literally frozen to your spot. Pressing the off and on switch multiple times would not work, this time you needed rewiring and a new pair of batteries.

“I- uh, yeah- cool, thanks, uh, for that,” you fumble, letting the lingering touches of your classmate sink into your skin. You were fine, everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about. “Wow, you are beautiful- okay excuse me now, I will be going to my room and I will be staying there for the next three business days.”

Without giving him a chance to respond to your strange reaction, you turn on your feet and mechanically walk away. If you had paid a little more attention to your movements, you would have realised that you were walking same arm and leg, but it didn’t matter much because Todoroki just kissed your forehead and in the same moment, embedded himself into your system.

Then you made a fool out of yourself because you don’t know how to act around Todoroki. 

The paint on your fingers linger mockingly, especially the red and white coating your skin because days later,you’re reminded of how quickly life can change, and similar to that a cruel joke; how quick your life changes because of some stupid plant that people attached a stupid tradition to. 

It’s 6 pm or so and the Class A Christmas party is occurring in less than two hours. With all the decorations hung up and almost all the food ready, you found yourself sitting around the dining table with a bunch of classmates, playing several rounds of card games to kill time. There’s a teapot of steaming tea that Yaomomo made to the side, one that you reach over to occasionally to fill your cup again.

Everyone is laughing at Denki’s misfortune of drawing 16 the third time this round, adding to the unreasonable amount of cards in his hand, laughing even harder when he struggles to hold it all. Although some part of you should feel sympathy for him, there’s just something hilarious about the sight of poor Kaminari always drawing the short stick. You’ll apologise to him after the game.

Although, you don’t think that apology is going to happen, not when Todoroki calls out your name from where he was in the kitchen. Without even asking what he needed, you immediately jolt out of your chair and walk over, leaving your cards behind despite your close Uno win. 

Uno was temporary, whatever Todoroki wanted was forever.

“You called?” You asked upon entering and the first thing that hit you was a delicious aroma that floated around the room. Then, the telltale sound of sizzling follows.

Glancing to the stovetop, there was a pan full of oil and the half-and-half hero stood in front of it, adorning an apron whilst holding an oil strainer. He brightens upon your entrance, fishing out three pieces of what looked like chicken karaage and your mouth waters at the sight alone.

“I did, I would like your opinion,” he informs, reaching over to his plate full of fried chicken whilst you close the distance between you, eyeing his dish curiously. He eagerly gestures it towards you.

Looking at him for his confirmation, you take a piece, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite with little hesitation, letting the pleasant mixture of salt and spices mix whilst the enjoying the crunch of the chicken. Wow, this was good.

“This is amazing!” You exclaim, mouth half-full with chicken and fried batter. 

He seems relieved at your approval, and judging by the mess he made on the countertops, you’d say that Todoroki put quite a lot of effort in this dish for it to be bad. “This is my sister’s recipe; I tried my best to replicate it, but I wanted to make something for everyone tonight.”

“I had no idea you could cook! I’m genuinely stunned, I’m sure everyone will love it as well.”

“Thank you,” he offers you a gentle, but heartwarming smile that causes your stomach to flutter and your heart to sigh in content. Your tastebuds are in love too. “You should come over sometime to try the real thing. I’d love for you to meet my sister and brother.”

Your first instinct is to accept, as one does when going over to one’s house, but when you process the weight of his words, your mind erupts into a mash of concerns and delighted squeals. All that comes out of you is a muffled ‘I’d love to’- one of the better responses your mind could make up.

You note the way that his gaze flicker to your lips before quickly venturing back up to make eye contact once more. Suddenly, it’s getting harder to breathe, the atmosphere is heavy with intimate tension, and your heart is racing in anticipation because you’re certain he’s about to say something before-

“Hey guys! Something smells good in here, what’s-” Midoriya’s voice slices the air in half with an entrance that you don’t know whether to be grateful for or if you should strangle him. He then cuts himself off when he realises that he probably interrupted something, looking especially suspicious when his eyes gravitate towards the ceiling. “My bad! Sorry guys! I’ll take my leave now!” He squeaks before disappearing just as quickly as he came in.

“That’s weird, I wonder what he was talking about,” you begin, turning your head to look back at Todoroki before you find the air being sucked out of your lungs, being replaced by a pair of soft lips over your slightly dry ones.

Oh- wait, Todoroki was currently kissing you. This was nice. You feel like you’re floating despite how short-lived it is, because just as you melt into his warmth, he pulls away, hovering away slightly from your face, creating enough distance so he can scan your expression for any discomfort.

But your body moves on its own, causing you to jerk back from the half-and-half, brain racking to find something to say. ‘Thanks for the kiss. It was great but I’m not too sure if that was real or not’ or ‘I’m sorry you had to go through that’ are not appropriate options to say to someone after single-handedly creating the best moment of your life, so you choose an even better option; run.

You scramble out of the kitchen quickly enough, ignoring the surprise of your classmates that you run past at the dining table and trying even harder to ignore the footsteps that follow you from the kitchen to dorm’s entrance. Going outside into the expanse of endless snow and cold was your first option because you needed some remedy for what you were suffering through. Fresh, crisp air would aid the light-headedness you felt, and the frost could freeze the fire that was your face.  

Although you were quick to escape, Todoroki is quicker in his chase, grabbing the door before you could close it, slipping outside into the cold with you before shutting the door close with a little more force than necessary.

“Why do you keep running away from me?” He asks, a hint of hurt in his otherwise steady tone. The only light source is from within the dorm, illuminating him in a deliciously warm glow that replicated that of an angel, making him appear even more out-of-reach than he already was. 

Freaking out, you blurb out a: “Would you like the truth or would you like me to lie?”

In truth, your question was to stall the inevitable conversation you were going to have because you can’t find a way to lie from this. It was either the cold hard truth or… you run from Todoroki again but if there’s one thing to know about the half-and-half is that he’s persistent. Even if you flee from the face of the Earth, he’d venture into the solar system to find his answers.

Todoroki’s dual-coloured eyebrows furrow in confusion, looking at you inquisitively. He must think you’re the biggest fool on Earth- which, you are. “I would like the truth,” he answers slowly but surely.

You unknowingly inhale before confessing. “Please don’t hate me for this, but it’s cause I kinda like you a little too much?” You don’t look at him before continuing because if there’s one thing you aren’t brave against, it’s pretty boys with extraordinary pouts and puppy dog eyes. “This is literally so humiliating, but uh, you kinda like… intimidate me, and I don’t think you actually want to kiss me so I save myself the embarrassment and-” 

“-You like me?” 

“Well, obviously. You’re kinda perfect and it’s so unfair, I’ve never seen you with eyebags, or a single pimple, do you even have bad hair days? Plus you’re so talented and-”

“Perfect, you say?”

“Even the way you speak is per-” you cut yourself off before shifting your gaze upwards to look Todoroki in the eye. There’s mirth in his eyes, enhanced by the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You want to throttle him because of course, out of all the things you just confessed, he’d hang on to your admission of his perfection. “Don’t look at me like that, I actually hate you.”

“No you don’t, you like me a little too much,” he parrots.

You were actually going to lock him outside in the snow where little shits belong. Here you stand, pouring your heart out to him and he capitalises on your moment of weakness! Unbelievable.

Just as you turn around, Todoroki tugs on your sleeve, pulling you back. “Wait, don’t go,” he pleads. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist myself from having a little fun messing with you. I don’t mean to be cruel.”

“Well, you are, and I really don’t appreciate it,” you counter jokingly, huffing, watching the way your breath condenses before fading again. Now that the heat from your face had dissipated, the chill was getting to you and you’d really like to get back inside and hide from Todoroki for the rest of your life.

“I apologise sincerely,” his hand fishes through his pocket to look for something, pulling out something that you recognise all too well. “Will this make up for it?”

The half-and-half smiles at you shyly, unravelling the mistletoe he stuffed to become its true, expansive form. A part of you dies inside, the other cheers in victory as he raises it above your heads, the internal whoops and exclamations audible in your ear, but when you realise that there are a little too many voices, it causes you to turn around- only to see your friends gathered around a window, all looking at the two of you in excitement. 

You laugh and Todoroki groans, and in the blink of an eye, a wall of ice materialises in front of your eyes, blocking you from the prying snoops that are your friends.

“It will absolutely make up for it,” you murmur, grabbing both of his cheeks to pull him in.

[dudhsd]

The Class 1-A Support Group: Fuck Endeavor Edition

The sun was setting over U.A. High School, casting long shadows across the classroom where Class 1-A had gathered for their usual study session. However, today’s topic was anything but ordinary. The recent broadcast from Touya Todoroki had left everyone in a state of disbelief and anger, and the students were ready to vent.

“Can you believe Endeavor?” Mineta piped up, his usual bravado replaced by genuine disgust. “I know I'm not free of sin, but damn, Endeavor is… y'know, just the worst!”

“Mineta’s right,” Iida said, adjusting his glasses with a serious expression. “Todoroki, I used to have respect for Endeavor, but now he repulses me. I would like to offer my deepest sympathy to you and your family. Except for him, of course.”

“Thanks, Iida,” Shoto replied, his voice flat but with a hint of appreciation.

“It’s clear that Endeavor only changed because his actions came back to him,” Sero added, crossing his arms. His tone was matter-of-fact, but the anger simmering beneath was palpable.

Bakugou, who had been unusually quiet, made a face that was hard to read.

“Tch, if I was law enforcement, I’d tell Shigaraki that his new name is Frida Goman, and Endeavor is no longer Frida Goman,” Kaminari chimed in, trying to lighten the mood.

“Facts, brother!” Kirishima agreed, nodding vigorously.

“How can people say the villains are too far gone and at the same time say that Endeavor is not?” Tokoyami pondered aloud, his dark feathers ruffling slightly.

“Because he’s a hero,” Jirou replied, rolling her eyes. “Man, the world’s so unfair.”

Deku, ever the optimist, chimed in, “You’d expect at least some of the corruption to be solved by the end of the series…”

“Ah- No need to break the fourth wall now, Midoriya!” Iida interjected, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“I know this sounds weird, but I totally understand why Dabi became a villain!” Kirishima said, his voice filled with empathy.

“Freal!” Kaminari agreed, leaning forward in his seat.

Tsuyu added, “You could’ve ended up like your brother, Todoroki. Ribbit.”

Yaoyorozu nodded thoughtfully. “Shoto… our class has gone through so much that we should all be in therapy, but you especially, because of the abuse and instability in your childhood.”

“If I was Endeavor’s doctor, I would’ve done some… secret mad doctor operations on him, actually,” Kaminari said with a laugh, but there was a dark undertone to his words.

“Haha!” Jirou chuckled, but her laughter faded as she continued. “You’re supposed to be a hero!”

“Isn’t that justice though?” Kaminari replied, a smirk on his face.

“I can’t imagine if that had been my mother he did all those things to… Oh, I would’ve- UGH!” Kaminari exclaimed, his frustration boiling over.

“Honestly, I think I would’ve offed him in his sleep,” Jirou said, her expression fierce.

“Yeah,” Kaminari replied, nodding in agreement.

“If I was Todoroki, I wouldn’t have like fifty pictures of Endeavor that I throw knives at! But then I wouldn’t have fifty pictures of him because they’d be all knifed up,” Jirou said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Literally!” Kaminari added, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Actually, even though I’m not him, I’m STILL GONNA DO THAT!” Jirou declared, pumping her fist in the air.

“YEAHHHHHH!” Kaminari cheered, the energy in the room shifting to something more lighthearted.

“I must admit, I really only see him as a villain. But that feels like an insult to the villains, because most villains don’t cross… that line,” Tokoyami said, his voice low and serious.

Shoji scoffed, knowing exactly what ‘that line’ meant.

“I’m so forgiving man, like I can forgive anyone, but God, I just can’t bring myself to forgive him!” Kirishima said, his voice filled with frustration.

“I feel the exact same!” Kaminari agreed, the group nodding in solidarity.

As the discussion continued, the students of Class 1-A found strength in their shared feelings, united in their disdain for Endeavor and their support for Shoto. They might not have all the answers, but together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[bnha-imagines-only]

Could you do Headcanons for

Sero

Midoriya

Bakugou

When they get into an argument with their s/o? (+ apologizing)?

A/N: Thank you for requesting! :)

CW: General Light Angst, Arguments, Cursing (Bakugou); spoilers for the sports festival arc and slight spoilers for an interaction Izuku has with Mei.

Characters x GN!Reader: Hanta Sero, Izuku Midoriya, and Katsuki Bakugou

• The argument takes place after Sero’s—what he would call “embarrassingly fast”—loss against Todoroki in the school sports festival.

• He practically rushes past you as he exits the locker room, face in a deep scowl, his cheeks red and his eyes downcast to the floor.

• You call his name, jogging to catch up, and as you do he whirls on you. “Can’t you see I want to be left alone?” Sero snips, angrily shoving his hands in his pockets.

• You falter, knowing he’s in a bad spot right now, considering his match. “I just came to check on you,” you say, tone still soft. Sero scrunches his face, “I’ll get over it myself, I don’t need you always underfoot.”

• “Always underfoot?” That starts it. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Soon you’re snapping at each other in the fortunately deserted hallway, about how he doesn’t always need your help and he’s not some helpless baby—and about how he’s being a giant jerk when you’d only tried to come comfort him like any significant other would do. Things are said, accusations made: you’re suffocating him, he never gets any space.

• It doesn’t get much more heated than that before the pair of you mutually storm off, angry and frustrated.

• You watch the rest of the sports festival, tears brimming in your eyes, angry with your boyfriend. He wants space? Fine, you’ll give him space.

…

• Sero has tried to catch you after classes let out twice already before he finally manages to catch you leaving, shooting tape across one of the doors to slow you down (to several protests of annoyance from other students, who then had to pivot and use a different doorway).

• You stay put, narrowing your eyes at Sero in a petulant glare. “Now look who’s underfoot.”

• Sero winces, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I didn’t mean it. I was so mad at myself for looking stupid in front of everyone—in front of you—that I said really nasty stuff that I don’t even believe. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you to apologize, but you keep dodging me and avoiding my calls.”

• You weren’t letting him off that easy. “You said you wanted space, so I gave you space!”

• “I don’t,” Sero moves forward to take your hand. “I was too caught up in my hurt ego. I wanted you to be proud of me and I was a huge buffoon out there. I didn’t want you to see me like that and I lashed out. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

• You two go on a park date and have a heartfelt talk about his insecurities and how as his partner, you want to be there for him when he’s having a hard time. If he needs time or some space to think about things and process on his own that’s fine, but he can’t lash out at you.

• All in all, arguments with Sero are uncommon. He is still sometimes insecure about his quirk and capabilities in comparison to his peers, but he grows to lean on your support more, and it’s a blip in an otherwise well balanced relationship.

• “You can’t seriously think that as your partner, I’m fine with all these girls fawning all over you!” Midoriya might not have started this argument on purpose, but it’s been a long while coming.

• Your boyfriend has a keen eye for detail—the keenest—so at some point, his denial that all these girls are into him becomes infuriating. And it’s not that he can help the fact that other girls find him cute or charming, it’s the way he makes you think you’re overreacting or imagining things.

• Maybe it’s the whole reasonable, doting boyfriend way he goes about it that makes you more mad than anything he actually did—like you’re out of control angry and he’s so put together and polite.

• “I really think you’re blowing this out of proportion,” Midoriya says. “She fell on me. It wasn’t on purpose. And you know I only have eyes for you anyway.”

• Referencing Mei Hatsume, your face goes red, “Her hands were all over you when fitting you for attachments! Even if you don’t think she was flirting, can’t you tell someone else shouldn’t so casually be all over you! It should bother you when people are overly familiar and touchy-feely, and I’m not blowing things out of proportion just because it bothers me!”

• Frustrated, you depart, your flustered and upset boyfriend left behind in your wake.

…

• Izuku seeks you out to apologize. When you open your door to see him, you let out a gruff sigh, still annoyed.

• He comes bearing gifts. He conferred with a panel of the people in his life—not the girls, because in part he’s afraid of hurting your feelings any further. He has a small bouquet of flowers and a gift bag intended to make you feel better.

• He’s looking particularly disheveled, because he has been worrying over this apology since the moment you’d left.

• “I’ll do a better job of setting boundaries with people, of making sure they know that I’m in a relationship and off the market, of validating your feelings if someone crosses the line,” he blurts as soon as you open the door. “I’m so, so sorry!”

• You’re a little stunned, but he seems genuine, so you let him in to further discuss the problem. You reiterate that while he can’t help if people develop crushes on him, it hurts your feelings when he is nonchalant about people touching all over him, and it hurts your feelings further when you’re treated like you’re overreacting about it when you get mad.

• He keeps apologizing to the point you have to have mercy on the poor boy and tell him you forgive him, and then you settle in to watch a movie and cuddle. It’s a marvel movie, his favorite.

• He does get better at the boundaries thing with practice! Especially as he goes on to become a pro, making you feel valued and secure in your relationship goes a long way.

• You aren’t so much arguing with Bakugou as you are caught in the crossfire of his temper. While he had never been mean to you, even prior to him asking you out, you had heard about his infamous temperament.

• You’re spending time together in his home—His parents love you, the only person that their son seems to more or less censor himself around.

• Secretly, your classmates wonder what you see in him as a partner. Everyone finds him difficult to work with (especially in his early time in UA) but he’s absolutely in control of himself when he wants to be, and he doesn’t see you as a threat for the number one hero spot. He likes that you tolerate his reputation, and he can stand your company, so aside from being boisterous and a bit of a brat, you wouldn’t consider him mean.

• It’s early in the relationship, and you ask what you thought was an innocent enough question. “How come we never, like, hold hands in the hallway?”

• You meant it innocently enough; some people are just funny about PDA. Unfortunately, you stumbled onto a large insecurity of his, and on top of that he’d already had a stressful/irritating week.

• He blows up at you literally. Shouting about you and your damn stupid, embarrassing questions and don’t you know he’s too busy for this shit. His hands set off small explosions balled in fists at his side, he flares his nostrils, red eyes glaring—the whole shebang.

• For a second, you stand there in shock, and then the tears start and you’re racing out of his room and headed home.

…

• While the other boys hunt you down at their next reasonable opportunity, Bakugou is literally sprinting after you down the street afterward. It’s borderline comical, and were he not in his own neighborhood where people know and fear him, it lowkey looks like an attempted kidnapping.

• “Wait!” Bakugou calls out after you, sneakers thudding swiftly along the pavement as your pace quickens, angry and hurt by his behavior. “Wait, fuck, fuck!” So you were angrily speed-walking home and all of a sudden he’s got you by the waist, spinning you around and holding you by the hips.

• “I didn’t mean it like that!” He is the worst at apologizing. One day he’ll get the hang of it, but early on he is so terrible at saying the actual word sorry. “Come back, let’s talk, let me try again.”

• It’s convincing enough that you go back, sitting on his bed while he admits that he was having a bad day and popped off on something that generally concerned him—whether you would like holding his hand, because he thinks that you’ll think he’s too sweaty or that he won’t do it well.

• Meanwhile you, still teary-eyed, try to address his obvious insecurities: you think his quirk is amazing, everyone is nervous to try new couple stuff in the beginning, you can practice in private first where the pressure is off if he’d like. But most importantly, you know sometimes he expresses himself by yelling and cursing, but he doesn’t get to yell and curse at you.

• He agrees. He thanks you for letting him try again.

• Throughout your relationship, he definitely still yells and curses at other things—classmates, traffic, this damn video game level he can’t beat—but he’s good on his word. ‘Trying again’ becomes a pretty good system for you, if his temper flares—before he can say something stupid or shout about it—he’ll ask for a minute to redirect that impulse and try again.

…

Thank you so much for the request! 🥰

[kitsunefyuu]

Hear me out, AFO in the recent chapter talks about Kudo and how he killed his entire family, women, children, anyone who was a blood relative and even friends. He massacred anyone who even interacted with Kudo. Then you have Nana Shimura, which it’s confirmed that AFO was the one who killed her husband and her family, which is why she desperately sent her son away. Yet even after that AFO still toyed with them and created Tomura.

It’s safe to assume AFO has a pattern and killed or tortured everyone close to the users, third, fourth, fifth even sixth. (Prob in his mind cuz they took Yoichi away, so he can take their families away too).

Then you have Izuku. The weakest user (in the beginning) and he had a lot of chances to kill him. I mean MULTIPLE CHANCES to kill him or even Inko. Inko is defenceless, weak and she’s living her daily life without care. It would have definitely destroyed Izuku. Why didn’t he? Especially when he’s done it before? Didn’t he say he wanted to make Izuku angry which is why he toyed with bakugo? Why not kill his mom? If hisashi was some random dude, why not kill him in America or smthin? It makes no sense? ¬_¬

THIS! THIS IS WHY DAD FOR ONE EXIST STILL.

As it makes absolutely no sense that Izuku despite being the newest user never once has his family targeted. Like Inko wasn't even offered any protection and yet never once did AFO ever attack her. It isn't like he can't get the information out of Aoyama. Just be friendly and pass on who the mom is.

He hurts Bakugou to make him mad yet never ONCE harmed his actual family member. Anyone he 'harmed' that was close to Izuku seemed to be specifically those he despises personally.

This man RUINED and DESTROYED the lives as well as happiness of every precious OFA user. Nana tried to have a happy family and life yet it was taken away. Her husband god damn murdered leaving her a single mom and forcing her to give up her kid. Destroyed EVERY connection that Kudou had and it a clear pattern.

But sure, he just never pondered even once using a TEENAGE BOY's mother. A giant ass target and could have been used as a reasoning for why Toshinori thought himself the only capable user. As he had no family or loved ones to target besides Nana another user. Imagine poor Izuku, hell the only reason Toshi wanted a successor was because he THOUGHT All for One was dead.

He likely was constantly afraid of something like that happening once learned that evil man is alive and not six feet under.

So please Horikoshi why the hell did you make Inko prominent yet also never had her being targeted? If the dad just some random dude why isn't he dead or killed? We need these questions answered because other wise this man 'evil' is VERY inconsistent.

[writingpiecesak]

Imagine arguing with 💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

Nothing has been going well lately for you. Missing essay assignments for your sociology class, late night shifts causing you to miss dinner time, said late night shifts from your shitty boss who doesn’t understand the idea of a breath mint. Getting a speeding ticket because you were late for school. You’re favorite sushi place closed down and your hair is frizzing up because of damn weather conditions. 

All you wanted right now was a warm bubble bath with candles and soothing music playing in the background while you sip a glass of white wine. To fall into a trace of relaxation, keeping away from the real worlds problems. To just have a moment to yourself. A simple moment. Is that too much to ask?

“Killed your ass! Hop off the game already you’re so bad!”

Ah, the wonderful yelling of gaming frustration coming from the living room. Your eyes weren’t surprised by your boyfriend, Katsuki gaming in front of the television with his headset and mic settled perfectly in between his ears. Otherwise, he would’ve heard you come in.

After standing there for about five minutes he finally noticed you. “Oh welcome home babe. Dinner’s in the oven.”

Well at least he cooked dinner. You walked into the kitchen setting down your car keys and handbag. Grabbing a plate a fork from the cabinets you pull out what was left in the oven for you. To your dislike though, it was spicy meatloaf with curry rice.

You understand your boyfriend loves spicy food, but doesn’t it have to be all the time? Why couldn’t he ask you what would you like for dinner? Is it that hard to send a text or to try calling?

With a heavy sign you put back the utensil and plate, looking around the pantry for anything else to substitute the growing hunger laying in your stomach.

No one thought to buy groceries either…. Why was everything left to you? Buying groceries, making dinner satisfying both parties, cleaning the damn dishes he used.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your favorite box of cereal, fruity pebbles always makes things better even if it’s for a short moment before they get soggy. You lifted the box from its spot only to have it feel light as a feather. You shook the box around trying to feel out how much would be left until you hear Katsuki call out from the living room.

“Oh I forgot to tell you. I had the last bowl of that fruit cereal this morning! Sorry hun I was hun–behind you! No behind you Kiri! Damn it Ashido you’re supposed to cover his ass.”

You got to be freaking kidding me… Your grip tighten around the box and finally frustration snapped. You flung the empty box straight to his head, so hard it knocked his headset off in fact. Immediately Katsuki pulled a face and got up from his seat.

“Seriously? You’re mad over damn cereal!”

“No I’m mad at you!”

“For what? I made you dinner!”

“No, you made yourself dinner. You know I can’t handle spicy food.” You shouted.

A small moment of realization hit him but he wasn’t going to admit his wrongs. “Then eat shit then! At least I cooked something meanwhile all you eat is takeout.”

The distance of talking started getting closer together with every notch being brought higher. “Because I work late! Ever thought to ask me what I would want for dinner? What I would like to come home to?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, I patrol my ass in serious dangerous areas. And when needed I go out and fight! That’s my job! All you do is organize paperwork for a boss that’s a mere extra.”

“Oh so now you’re going to blame me for not having a quirk and saving people? Some people are normal! Regular! Having to work shitty jobs to make a living Katsuki!”

“I’m not listening to this pity party. Quirk or no quirk, you can always find a better job.” You see him beginning to sit back down and grabbing his headset from off the floor. But you weren’t done speaking. You marched right to his console and immediately pulled all cords not caring which was for what. The tv screen had went black, you threw the cords at his feet with a winning smirk.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” As his anger rises you could see his hands starting to give off sparks.

“You’re my problem Kats! This apartment is my problem! My job is my problem! My hair is my problem! Everything is a fucking problem with me!”

Breathing heavily your eyes start to water but you didn’t want to cry not now especially. You pushed passed Katsuki and headed straight for the bedroom instantly locking it. You grabbed the hem of the fluffy blanket and threw it around. Throwing around the pillows and just trying to take out your frustration on something other than your boyfriend right now.

Wanting more destruction to voice out your anger, you grabbed your night table lamp and threw it at the bedroom door with a final scream. Now only sadness floods through you as realizing you’d would have to clean everything up. Before you’re able to take a step towards the door, Katsuki burst through with concern worries look. Unfortunately he stepped on the pieces of sharp colorful glass which the lamp was made of. But the pain in his feet couldn’t compare to the pain he felt in his heart seeing you cry.

“I’m sorry. Everything is just…a problem.” You lowered your head wanting to mask the tears as you thought for a sign of weakness. Katsuki carefully walked around the mess and grabbed you hand, pulling you into his chest as you cried letting out the anger in a different way that didn’t cause destruction.

“It’s okay. Let it out, I’m here. You’re okay. I’m sorry too. I’ll buy you five hundred fruity pebble boxes. Just please….take the glass out my foot.”

A small giggle escaped your lips. You wrapped your arms around your lover and snuggled closer, deeper into his scent.

“My feet are bleeding dumbass. But…let’s stay like this a little longer.”

[thatdeadaquarius]

I just reread your Language Barrier AU and the ballpoint where reader was pissed because these fuckers just couldn't help but talk like Zhongli-

MINCE YOUR WORDS.

IN ONE SENTENCE.

PREFERABLY 5 WORDS OR LESS.

EXPLAIN IT TO ME LIKE I'M RAZOR.

Argh, God. I'm getting mad just thinking about it. 😤 Imagine in a fight and these dudes just sttaight up blurted a fucking 5 book-length, hard bounded soliloquy- I cannot-

No, Venti, Kazuha. You cannot use Haikus-

No, Cyno, you cannot use jokes either- but that is debatable-

And Oh. My. God. I kept thinking about when fighting and y'all kept throwing words (like when using a skill) and I'm just here standing, bracing myself SO HARD trying not to laugh (also irl). And then maybe now and then some mistranslation on Reader's mind since they use JP VA since the start of Genshin (assuming they play?) are new to Teyvat's Language:

'One with the Floor!'

One with the what?

'Shake your ass, sir!'

Cue spitting tea-

(Sorry, that's just me mishearing things 💀) But like at those times, Reader is the one dying of laughter lol. Imagine them explaing to Beidou that they thought she said 'Power of the ending Hotdog' instead of 'Power that ended Haishan'.

Aight, imma just.. go.

*imma send this anonymously because im shy, but do know that I love bread 🥖

Also @2:20

For you 🤲🥨🍩🥧🥐all the bread for the superior ask, anon

I could definitely see myself saying "ONE SENTENCE. U HAVE TO RESPOND IN ONE SENTENCE ONLY." then they manage to still make it a whole 40 word sentence 💀

^^ Confused Bakugou gif is literally u being shocked bc u keep mishearing everyones bursts on the battlefield LMAO SHAKE UR ASS SIR THAT ONE TOOK ME TF OUT ANON

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"Speed of Bite!" (Keqing's Speed of Light lol)

"I will have whore her!" (Zhongli's I will have order 😭)

"Time for... Execution!" (Diluc's time for retribution lol)

...

You in the background like: 🧍‍♂️... tfs wrong with yall, u glitched??

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They're like, physically incapable of making your kind of simple blunt sentences

Like i think some people would get close: Albedo, Xinyan, Klee, Qiqi, Sayu (rlly likes it bc it lets them be lazier), Cyno (maybe at first but then he would like, explain for 10 min after every simple sentence what he meant like his jokes 😭), Hu Tao, Heizou, Lumine/Aether, Xiao (can kinda get close but he gets frustrated and then rants for 30 minutes lmao), Razor (holds the title for the closest to your simple speech,👏👏LMAO PPL ACCIDENTALLY THINKING HES A GOD)

♤

People who will never get it, not even if ur in battle & ur life depends on it LMAO:

Zhongli (he rlly wants to but habits over thousands of years r hard to break 🙏 rip), Yun Jin, Xingqiu, Kuni/Babygirl, Venti, Kazuha, Sucrose, Shenhe, Kokomi, Ei, Nahida (tho it was a valiant effort), Noelle, Alhaitham, Sara, Ningguang (she doesnt want to even try lol), Mona, Fischl, Jean, Ganyu, Eula, Barbara, Diluc + Kaeya (unsurpringly both of them are tied for being the worst attempts at speaking simply 💀, guess its just that fancy etiquette training, its too hard to break) 😔

♡

Yeah, ur pretty much begging the ppl who can get close to ur speech to constantly translate everyone else

Rest in peace traveler, theyre like the first person u turn to,

(Paimon is also kinda bad at speaking simply, closest shes gotten is when she demands food lol)

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Idk how good this was, but THANK U FOR THE ASK AGAIN I AM ALWAYS READY TO HEAR OTHERS MAKE MY BRAINROT WORSE OVER LANGUAGE GENSHIN <3

ALSO I CANT BELIEVE U SENT ME THAT CYNO JOKES VIDEO PLEASE ITS SO LONG IT WAS SO FUNNY I STILL HAVENT WATCHED THE FULL THING

Feel free to send another in whenever i love talking to yall ♡

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡ the beloveds:

@karmawonders

✨️✨️✨️✨️💖✨️✨️✨️✨️

[devilherself666]

Bakugo X F!Reader

Disclaimer: This will be based on the real world, but they will still have quirks, But just imagine Bakugo being the stepdad to your kids!

Word count: 1312

Warnings: cussing, some fluffy, Bakugo X F!reader 

You were sitting on the couch as the kids were running around playing as it was cold outside, you lived in a house anyway so not as the yelling and stomping was going to bother anyone, as they played you cleaned. As you were cleaning the kitchen you could hear your boy in the front laughing and having fun with his sister. “DIE!” He yelled and you stopped in your tracks, you knew where he learned that, you knew who taught him such things, but you wanted to make sure.

You walk into the front room leaving the undone dishes behind. You walked up to your boy. “B/N where did you learn that?” You asked him softly. “On the news! Katsu always says it! He is so cool!” He smiled brightly, he was really proud of what he said, so how could you be mad at that? That did worry you though. Bakugo has been very distant lately, so you always thought he would be leaving you soon. It hurt your heart that they loved him so much and he was just going to leave like their real dad did. You pat his head lighting. “Just don’t say that in school okay?” You asked. He nodded. “I promise!” He smiled, his sister looked at him and you. “Could you turn on the all might movie for us, momma?” She asked, and you giggled and nodded. You turned on the movie and went back to the dishes as you couldn’t help but let your thoughts take over. Bakugo was gone all day and night, it was as if he didn't wanna be around the kids or me..It did make sense because the man got a short fuse, but when he is around them he is so happy, it just didn’t make any sense to you. You knew he would never ever cheat on you so that wasn’t even on your mind, he was the most loyal man you ever met. Just the overthinking began to hurt why he always let you. 

You look at the kids watching the tv. “Momma gonna take a shower, don’t answer the door, and try not to make too big of a mess.” You spoke lightly as you were slowly draining yourself with your thoughts. They nodded. You walked to the bathroom, you hoped a hot shower would help you clear theses thoughts. You turned on the hot side only as you just jumped in, the burning water hurt but the thoughts before hurt more. As you washed your hair and body trying to relax in the water as you heard the front door open. You knew the kids were listening so it wasn’t them, but you knew who it was when you heard the yelling. “KATU!” “DAD!” Your son was very worried about calling him dad, and that makes sense, because he was scared he would get attached to him and he would leave them. “Where is your mother?” He asked. “Shower. She seemed sad.” The daughter spoked worriedly. Bakugo sighed as he was worried about you too. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door, the steam hitting him in the face like a sauna. “Babe! How hot do you have that water?” He asked worriedly. You sighed as you turned off the water, as you grabbed the towel wrapping yourself in it before stopping out the bath. Your skin was red from the heat of the water, your body was smoking. “I’m fine.” You said with no emotion as you knew the thoughts would return sooner or later. 

You walked past him to the room as you picked out one of his shirts as some short and put them on. Of course he followed, he missed you all day. All he was thinking about was you and the kids all day at work, he was so excited to watch a movie with the family, but after seeing you like this he was worried. He hasn’t seen you like this since your ex left you and the kids. You and Bakugou were best friends before you even thought about dating so he understood you more than anyone else. “What is wrong?” He asked worriedly as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You sighed as you knew the hot head didn’t wanna hear your thoughts and the last thing you needed was him getting mad at you, that is all it would take for you to cry right now. “Nothing.” You shrugged. “Listen here you fucking brat, something is wrong. Now tell me.” He gruffed. You sighed as you shook your head. “I’m fine.” You tried to walk away as he pushed you on the bed and held you down. “Tell me what is wrong, now!” He grumbled. You sighed as you held your tears in. You hated when he fought it out of you, but those times you weren't on the edge, crying was rare for you. You always had a good posture, and a good back bone. You looked down, not making eye contact with the man over you. “Are you just gonna leave?..” You asked scared of the answer. He loosened his grip on you, as he looked at you in shock and disbelief, but he understood the trauma you have been through because of the prick before him. He hugged you tightly as you took in his caramel smell. “You idiot, you are stuck with me, just like you were when we were kids. You are not getting rid of me even if you tried.” He spoke. Despite the insults you knew he was being nice to you, conforming you his best when he knew he sucked at it. You chuckled a bit, feeling better as you hugged him. “Then why are you always gone? Do we annoy you?” You asked as you were slowly stocking his back. “Dumbass, of course you annoy me, but I love you guys more than anything.” He kissed your forehead as he smirked at you. “I am not fucking him! He was a prick. I am a dick! Two different things.” He huffed. You smiled. “Okay.” He looked at you. “Get the kids dressed.” He spoke as you looked at him confused. “They are already dressed, but why?” You asked. “Don’t fucking ask questioned! Have them get their shoes on!” He huffed as he got up off you, still in his hero costume. He went to get a quick shower as the kids got their shoes and coats on. You threw on some sweatpants over your shorts and one of Bakugos sweatshirts over his shirt.

He got out of the shower and got dressed, you all got in the car, as Bakugo drove somewhere, there were lights hanging down from each tree for miles, it was beautiful as you smiled at the view as did the kids in the back ‘Woah!’ He then stopped at the center of the lights, as it was bright. “Stay in the car, I’ll get the kids first.” He spoke. As all you could see in the car was light nothing else. He got the kids out of the car. The kids were amazed as they read the sign as they gasped and the daughter nodded approvingly, as the son looked at the sign and back and Bakugo. He nodded. Bakugo smiled as he opened your door, you were confused as you got out and he took you over to the sign and got down on one knee. “Will you marry me, idiot?” He smiled. You cried; you shook your head yes as you cried hard. You prayed one day this would happen.

[doodlegirl1998]

Every day I remember how Izu is treated, in canon, by people in ua...makes me think Shig and Izu should team up.

Like in canon Shig also got the shortest end of the stick too. So if he formed a friendship with Izu...that could change many things.

Like LoV was given to Shig. He didnt earned it. Imagine if he earned Izu's loyalty and friendship.

Imagine if Shig gets Izu's trust.

Could have been amazing and they could have gone to a new path and be happy.

But nope.

I know I sent smth similar before but my belief didnt change, like hori makes Izu have a horrible time in ua...and at the same time "shig thinks quirkless stuff are cool"

Like come on!

Hi @mikeellee 👋

Under a different writer, Izu and Shig could have really flourished.

They could have been a perfect team or perfect rivals. They would constantly battling to pull the other to their side which they view as right.

But Hori doesn't seem to care for them so this potential is squashed more and more as the story goes on.

What actually happened in Izu vs Shig till now other than Shig licking Izu's tentacles? This is meant to be the MC vs One of the main Antagonists!

Yet we saw Bakugou vs Shig and now Bkg vs AFO with Bkg saving All Might! - and not Izu! What the hell is this?

This has become the Bakutrash-Show. I am so so mad.

[starshine-effendy]

Vengeful

Ok so I don’t own any MHA characters they belong to their rightful author.

OK NOW DOWN TO BUSINESS! 

Water manipulation Quirk but super easy to control + increased distance and increased speed. 

You’re basically unstoppable. 

Now. POV: You Deku and Kacchan= childhood friends but after your quirks things started going south. He’s the reason why you didn’t go to UA and instead to the wonderful school of Shiketsu High School. Now you’re in your Hero license exam and... There like 2 versions of this. One where you’re vengeful and one where you’re just... shy. In the vengeful one you’re seeking revenge for bullying you. 

“Kacchan! Kacchan!” You heard young Deku yell. “I wanna be the hero too Kacchan! I wanna be like All Might!!” 

“Shut up Deku you’ll never be as amazing as all might,” 

“Why do you have to be so mean?” Deku pouted.

“No one’s as cool as All Might dumb Deku,” Young Kacchan declared. 

“Aww I guess you’re right”

“ I’m always right,” the tiny blonde announced, proudly. 

"So then I wanna be a hero!” 

“No, I’ll be the hero and you be the sidekick,” 

“Aww.. Alright then,” 

“You be the princess,” He pointed at you with a childlike grin on his face. 

That’s how it always was. You’re the princess who needed saving and Kacchan would always save you. Somehow things changed when he got his quirk. 

~~ 

Pop! Pop! Little miniature explosions came out of his palms. This was the moment Kacchan got his quirk. Everyone awed how awesome it was. “Awesome!” One of your classmates cheered. 

“You’re so lucky!” Deku yelled out. 

“Yea,” Your classmates agreed. 

“Impressive, I betchu that’s gonna grow into an amazing quirk!” one of your teachers commented.

“Definitely,” Your other teacher added, “A flashy quirk for a future hero! It’s perfect,” 

‘Yea you’re right! I AM amazing! In fact I bet there’s NO one as Great as I am’

His thoughts were cut off when. 

A Giant arm appeared. The arm was as big as Kacchan. One thing about it? It was made entirely of water. 

“Oh it seems another quirk’s been manifested,” Your female teacher acknowledged. 

She and the other teacher looked around for the kid responsible for the water arm. You placed your arm down after cheering for Kacchan and the hand mirrored your movement. The hand dropped to the ground. 

“Ah- it’s you! Y/n that’s an impressive quirk!” She commented. 

“A hand that big especially in your age is quite incredible,” Your male teacher stated, “I can’t imagine how your quirk will progress in the future but I bet you’re mostly likely the next number 1 hero,” 

Kacchan stared at you. His brows were turning to a frown. His little explosions were getting louder. You stole the attention from him and you developed a more powerful quirk. You weren’t supposed to be strong. You were supposed to be the princess. The damsel in distress. This made Kacchan mad. He started bullying you ever since and it was you and Deku for the rest of your school life. That is... until highschool. 

~~ 

Bakugou gave you a swift kick on the gut. You were knocked back against the wall. You held your gut as Bakugou grabbed your collar. 

“Listen up 'princess’,” He yelled, “Don’t you DARE try to apply for UA. I’M Going to be the First And ONLY student from this crappy school to get into UA! So you better not Screw that up!” 

You only winced at his scary tone. You weren’t planning to get into UA. Even if you did it would be because of Izuku. You could feel yourself trembling. You couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore. 

“LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!!” He yelled, explosions coming from his hand. 

You drew back further and started trembling harder. You didn’t want to hurt Bakugou. He let your collar go and you fell back slowly. 

“Pathetic losers like you shouldn’t even be a hero,” He commented before leaving your line of sight. 

That’s the entire thing though. That was never your role. You were never wanted to be a hero. You were supposed to be the princess who Kacchan and Deku saved. You picked yourself up knowing that isn’t your role anymore. You obeyed Bakugou and didn’t apply for UA. You instead went for Shiketsu HighSchool. 

Walking home you encountered a commotion. You usually would walk past it and let the heroes take care of it but there’s when you heard a familiar voice. “KACCHAN!” It was Deku. Damn it Midoriya. You didn’t want to lose one of your friends now. Your quirk was water manipulation and the villain was mostly made out of water so quickly took control of the sludge monster and separated it from Bakugo while grabbing Deku to keep him in a safe distance with an ice chain. You controlled the sludge villain to be as small as possible and locked him in an ice dome. You quickly walked away sparing a quick glance at Deku to make sure he’s alright. 

~ 

You got accepted to Shiketsu Highschool. You kept it a secret from your old friends. Until the day of your hero license exam. You hopped out of your bus with Inasa. An enthusiastic boy who’s loud but he meant well. He was your best friend. 

“The usual you guys” A red boy announced. 

Inasa sneaked up behind them.

“On my mark,” The red boy continued. 

Inasa walked closer towards them.

“Go plus-” 

“ULTRA!” Inasa yelled. 

You stood next to Camie and watched him with a smile. 

That caught the attention of half the UA students there. 

“You know it’s pretty rude to barge into other peoples huddles like that Inasa,” Seiji Shishikura, the second year boy, pointed out calmly. 

“What? Pardon me,” Inasa raised his head, “I AM” His arms tucked to his side as he continued, “SO” He bowed his head till it hit the ground “VERY EXTREMELY SORRY!!!” 

You giggled. That caught the attention of both Izuku and Bakugou. They haven’t seen you smile for a while actually. Especially Bakugou. Since he always tormented you before. You looked like you were glowing. 

“Y/n!” Deku called out. He ran towards you. 

“Oh Deku!” You responded. You were bombarded with questions from the green nerd. 

“Hahaha.. Calm down I have several questions for you too. We can have a chat after the exam,” You cheerfully suggested. 

“OH Y/N you know this guy?” Inasa asked in his usual loud enthusiastic voice. 

“Yea he’s my middle school friend! Izuku meet Inasa,” You said. 

Unbeknownst to you there was a blonde looking at you. He watched as you kept... glowing as you smiled. You never glowed during middle school so this view was definitely new to him. He... liked it. 

You waved at Izuku as you, Inasa and your other schoolmates walked into the exam location. 

"Vengeance is clouding your vision," Seiji quietly mentioned. 

You took a glance at him before ignoring his words. 

The exam began and you watched as Bakugou left his classmates with some others following him. You conjured up an ice platform that floats you up into the sky. You followed them and led you to your schoolmate. What a coincidence. You were floating so you got there before they could. 

"HEYA SEIJI" You called out. 

"Y/n why are you here?" He asked, looking up and shifting his body to face you. You were still floating with your ice platform 

"Thought you might need some help," you looked to your side. 

He followed your gaze. Bakugou and 2 if his other classmates were running towards you. You have a mischievous smirk and you charged towards them. 

"I'LL HANDLE THE BLONDE YOU CAN HAVE THE REST," You yelled.

You heard Seiji yelling at you but you couldn't care. You charged towards Bakugou. Since your quirk has less limits you were faster so you captured him with ice chains that covered his torso and hands sending him flying backwards. Kirishima and Denki were going to attempt to save him when Seiji called out to them. Since you were faster you took off his gauntlets and controlled his sweat too. This happened so fast that he didn't have time to react. The ice restraining his hands slowed down the sweat he was producing too. 

"I thought I felt someone following us," Bakugou growled.

You chuckled. You unfroze the positions of his targets and hit 2 of them. 

"BASTARD!! I'LL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND!!"

"You're all bark but no bite when it comes to me huh?" you questioned with a pout. You thought he changed but you were wrong. You saw Bakugou aggressively squirming around trying to free himself. You tightened the ice

"You know… thanks to Deku I know how your quirk works. So stop squirming, it's useless," 

Bakugou was grunting angrily before he finally stopped."Shiketsu huh? You didn't go to UA so you went to Shiketsu" He growled.

He took a moment before continuing, "WHY? YOU DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO BECOME A HERO!" 

Your ice tightened. Bakugou was smart. He knew he was basically quirkless without his sweat or gauntlets. Hell he couldn't even reach his grenades. So he had to resort to negotiating. 

"That's true. My role was never the hero Kacchan," you said his name in a mocking tone. "That was yours... But I guess you can't be a hero without passing the exam," 

You paused.

"You never deserved the title anyways,"

"THEN WHY?!" He yelled, "WHY'D YOU BE A HERO WHEN YOU DIDN'T WANT TO IN THE FIRST PLACE?! WHY GO TO SHIKETSU?! WHY TAKE THIS DAMN EXAM?!" 

You could feel him struggle in the ice. 

"SO I CAN SEE THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT I'M THE NUMBER ONE HERO!" Your words had some venom in them. 

Bakugou scoffed. He looked down. "I'm not an idiot! I knew if you were in the picture I'd never be number one. Dammit. I knew you were stronger than me.So I berated you. My helpless princess whom I was supposed to be saving," 

You flinched at the nickname. Looking back at it now he's never called you anything else except your name or that nickname. But it's been so long since you've heard it, it surprised you. "I'm sorry," He mentioned.

This. This. Caught you by surprise. The Katsuki Bakugou just Apologized. To you nonetheless. Sure you had to beat it out of him but this was still surprising. You sighed.

"Better have enough firepower to fix your landing," you said before not dropping him but throwing him in a random direction. 

After this he started trying to atone for his past actions like taking you out for your old favorite drink. 

Extra: Shy version. (above was vengeful version) 

“What? Pardon me,” Inasa raised his head, “I AM” His arms tucked to his side as he continued, “SO” He bowed his head till it hit the ground “VERY EXTREMELY SORRY!!!” 

You hid behind Camie jittering in place. Inasa was usually the person you’d hide behind from. He was tall and he made you feel safe even with his loud behavior. Deku caught a glimpse of you and waved at you. You waved back shyly. 

“Let’s go” Seiji directed. You followed. 

Inasa in an attempt to cool your nerves gave you a challenge to who’s going to pass first. It worked. During the test you took out 12 people with your water powers. You didn’t really want to take too much people out because you didn’t want them to be mad at you. You just attacked some people with a tidal wave which managed to take their balls and at the same time hit their targets. Once you got 3 you tried to stop the wave but before you could you accidently got another 9. 

“YEA! YOU WERE AWESOME THERE Y/N,” Inasa cheered. You blushed and nodded at the comment. He kept talking you up and you just stood there face red shyly thanking him every now and then.