#wishing bakugou was real rn

[hatsukeii]

hey girllllll i’m here at ur cafe cause exams have been kicking my ass… i need a comfort drink RN !! can i get an oolong tea with pumps 19 and 20 from the sugar free menu :) ive been EYEING that customer in the corner right there.. yeah the blonde haired red eyed one— he’s called bakugou you say? fuckkk, set me up pls, sister? 😁😁

ps. good luck for ur exams hattsun! we can do this :p

hello hello:)) thank you for the wishes and good luck on your exams too!! i've got your order up! (why! would you put yourself through extra bitter tea!)

to kill a god / prohero!katsuki bakugou x reader

ingredient(s): angst<3 (you asked for it baby), pro hero katsuki x terminal patient reader, soulmates to dead idk, major death! major character death! anguish! pain! just straight up agony tbh

disclaimer(s): terminal illnes + major character death warning!! also like i think i used a hc that pro heros don't reveal their names to the public idk why, scarce use of y/n like once or twice, ending is! a little rushed but i hope it hits anyways, they are the embodiment of "are they lovers?" "no, worse" so...

wc: ~3.0k

drink profile: absolute defiance, hospital walls, luck and chance

Katsuki Bakugou, at six years old, declares that he wants to live forever. He wants to blow villains up for the rest of time, expend the nitroglycerin in his sweat glands until the world ends one day and everything is reduced to atoms. He lives out his childhood with his chest puffed out, like he cannot- no, will not die.

Even as his limbs weigh heavy on his teenage body, and he can feel himself hit concrete ground as whips of black shoot through his torso, he tells himself he is not dying. He's not fucking dying, because he has lived and fought like a god.

By the time he graduates from UA, Katsuki is certain that he has to, one day, meet his end. He pretends like he can live forever anyways.

When Katsuki meets you for the first time, it is in a hospital courtyard on a sweltering July afternoon. Hours of greeting and running around with children finds him sitting on a bench, away from the commotion that is contained within the hospital white walls of the pediatric sectors. His skin boils beneath his suit, and he tries to wipe his sweat-slicked forehead with a gloved hand. From beside him, a paper towel appears beneath his nose, slipped between an index and middle finger. Katsuki stares at your palm, eyes travelling to the IV drip inserted into your wrist. When he looks up, he isn't sure how you've gone unnoticed for so long, with your IV pole by your side, donned in a sterile blue hospital gown. You look not a day over twenty.

"Dynamight." Your voice comes out as more of a croak than a youthful chirp.

The towel is swiped into Katsuki's hands swiftly, before he pats at his forehead. "Yes?"

"Are you afraid of dying?"

He scoffs, slipping the dampened towel into his pocket. How absurd. Dynamight? Afraid of dying? Do you think he fights because he's scared of dying? Turning to you, Katsuki comes to realise that you might be dead serious, dull eyes boring into his skull. He could see nothing behind them. The IV drips, and drips, and drips. You stare. He isn't sure what to tell you.

"Hell no. But I don't wanna die." He leans into the hardwood bench, spreads his legs a little further apart. He doesn't know that he's lying, even when his stomach stirs and the wooden bench begins to cool, and coarsen into concrete ground and blood. He should look away before it all feels too real again, but you're looking at him like a child, twenty years too old, searching for answers in the face of what power means in this world. Katsuki hates it.

"Of course not. You're a hero after all. All the power in the world."

You stand, and leave him sitting there alone. That night, pro hero Dynamight waits for backup at a villain sighting for the first time.

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Katsuki Bakugou promises to give you a taste of power when he meets you a second time at the same hospital, the next week.

He's not sure how his patrol shift has brought him here again, but he never got to stand up for himself. It's not his fault he's a hero, not his fault that he enjoys power in the spark of his palms, or that he isn't afraid of dying because he's clawed his way out of it so many times. But he knows what it's like, he says, standing by your bed. Knows what it's like to never die, even when everything is pushing him to. That's power, he tells you, absolute defiance. And you're sitting in a hospital bed surrounded by two palliative care workers who have to shoot you up with anaesthetics every four hours. So he leans down close, so close that he can sense the wariness coming from your stony eyes, see the hairs on your skin stand helplessly, and he frowns.

"D'you think you're weak?" His question is uttered to a husk of a human, who needs the wall to keep them upright. You wince painfully in response, unsure of what he wants to hear from your chapped lips. One of the workers doses you with anaesthesia, and you pinch your eyes shut. It still hurts, even after all this time.

"I'm just waiting to die, call that what you want. Weak, sure." You swallow at the thought, because you're fucking terrified. Katsuki takes it that you are scared of him.

"You're just fuckin'... waiting to die?" Vermillion eyes squint in disbelief, and you swallow again, this time at his question instead. He hates spineless quitters. He hates them more than he can imagine. Some part buried deep inside him wants to refuse death on your behalf, because he detests nothing more than the notion of going out helplessly, bound at the mercy of a hospital bed and anaesthesia. There has to be someone out ther with a quirk that can save you, and Katsuki isn't sure why but he's hellbent on finding them. Call it civil service. A hero's duty to save.

"If you're going to come here, Dynamight, at least make this easier for me, and don't act like I asked for it."

Right, Dynamight. That's what people call him, and you are no different, so he's not sure why he expected otherwise. When one of the two palliative workers approaches you with a syringe, Katsuki doesn't think he can bear the sight of another dose of chemicals worming its way into your veins. You're just another chickenshit defeatist, poisoning themselves in a hospital room.

He turns on his heels, and leaves while you hiss in pain.

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No one at the hospital is quite sure of what is going on between pro hero Dynamight, and a terminal patient. They watch him return, week after week, sometimes consecutive days in a row. When he steps through the automatic doors, he shoots every single worker that passes by him a curt nod, then hikes up the stairs to room 203. The only people in the room would be two palliative care workers and yourself, and the rest of the hospital staff is sure he's brokered a deal with the two workers to never let a single word out of 203.

Nobody else ever enters 203 while Dynamight is here.

But everybody talks.

They make rumours, pick up on singular words through the sliding door, then say he's grown weak. Soft. Pro hero Dynamight, no longer the first at the scene of a crime. Pro hero Dynamight, falling back from combat on live television. Pro hero Dynamight, visiting a terminal patient, day after day. He must have too much free time on his hands. Maybe he's had enough of hero work. Maybe he's gone mad.

What they conveniently fail to understand, outside the barrier of 203's white door, is that Katsuki Bakugou doesn't know what is going on between himself, and you either. He comes back every day not because he particularly wants to, but because he can't help himself not to. He finds you again, and again, and again, just to listen to you talk about hospital food, or how you've just watched him back down on live television, scrutinised by millions of watchful eyes.

Then, Katsuki asks you how long you have left, to which your answer is always decreasing. A year the first few times, then halved, and by this visit, his seventeenth, you tell him, "three months."

"That's a quarter of what you had five weeks ago."

"Tough luck." You stare at the IV drip in your wrist, watch the liquid seep into your veins through the thin tube.

He wants to promise that he can help you, even though it holds no power. He is not a doctor. Everyone else in this hospital is. But Katsuki Bakugou has almost died about a hundred times, and still he lives, so he thinks he must know something that they don't. Absolute defiance.

"Nothing is luck." He sits on the bedside stool, grinding his foot into the squeaky hospital floor. "It's all a wretched fight."

"Yeah, for you it can be." You laugh dryly, wiggling your wrist and watching as the IV tube sticks up in odd angles. "But luck's all everyone else has got."

A pigeon smashes into the glass window, and drops to the balcony floor outside in a flurry of feathers. One of the palliative care workers leaves to pick the mound of grey from the floor. Katsuki looks away when the other one shoots you up with another dose of anaesthesia. Something hums in the air, inescapable, like the time he woke up in a hospital bound in bandages, circulating oxygen from a new, pumping heart. His hands spark, and for once, he wonders if he just got lucky.

"Let me touch your sparks."

You finally speak again, a hand stretching out weakly to point at the crackles and pops of Katsuki's palm. Gingerly, he extends his gloved palm towards you, careful not to touch the equipment that surrounds your bed. When you take his hand in yours, something twists in his chest, and sparks thud at his suited torso instead. They're weak enough to do little damage, yet as he tries to ignite sparks again, they misfire a second time, scorching the dead pigeon pinched between the palliative care worker's fingers. Katsuki Bakugou has never been afraid before, but he jerks his hand away from you, yanking onto the IV drip and rattling the pole that wobbles at the force. He may as well be quirkless in your wake. Powerless.

"What the fuck was that?"

You shrug. You've always wanted to be a hero, watching their escapades from your bedridden world. You just got unlucky.

"Luck. That's luck. I wanted to become a hero with it."

You would have been a great hero, Katsuki thinks. You should have been a great hero.

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Katsuki Bakugou doesn't realise that he has never called you by name until his twenty-third visit. He sits by your bed, gives you his hand, lets you do as you please with soft sparks that tickle and prick at your skin, as he has for the past four visits. He's figured that you would smile when they redirect to the spot just between the two of you, like fireworks that stutter and pop into flowers. Some part of him hates to admit it, but he's enjoying this much more than blowing villains up.

"You're getting better. That's the third in a row in the right place."

"All luck."

He swallows thickly, because he hasn't asked the question yet. How could he, when he's giving you exactly what he promised- power? He floats images in his head: IV drips, surgery, growing tumour, operation room, flatlines. They cover your body in a shroud of inevitable dread, and Katsuki would blow them apart if he could. But he's given you his quirk, and you're making fireworks with it.

"Are you scared? Of dying?" The fourth spark hits a mug on a desk across the room. It jolts off, and shatters on the ground. You shrink into the bed, pulling his hand into your chest, and his gut drops. There's a sort of bitter taste that worms into his mouth, but he lets his hand lie flat against your sternum when you push it closer to yourself, and it dissipates. Your chest rises, heavy and slow, like every breath is laboured. When you look up at Katsuki, he isn't angry. His cheeks are rounded, soft eyes watching your fingers around his hand, lips slightly pushed apart by his sudden question. It occurs to you that he might be asking more than just yourself that.

"What does it matter to me?"

"Should I be?"

He stares back at you, and you freeze. Pro hero Dynamight faces death head on every day like it's nothing, but some sick part of you wants him to be afraid too. It will take three weeks to catch you, maybe a few more decades until it chases his tail, but death finds everyone eventually, and that should be terrifying.

"You can choose. Do you want to be scared?"

He should defy this, just like he has so many times before. Dynamight has a fake heart, fake name, fake recklessness, it's all fucking bravado. Katsuki's been tasting blood in his mouth every night since his old heart stopped pumping at sixteen years old, his bed is bloodstained concrete ground when he wakes up in a cold sweat. He can choose, but can you do the same? And even if he did not have to choose, if he could be immortal, would he still pick a side? What good is being a god, if he can only live to watch death take you from above? 

Your hair covers your face, your fingers ghost across his gloved ones, and he swallows the question of how long you really have left. 

"What's your name?"

"Y/n."

He holds his breath, letting it out only to utter, "Katsuki." You hold his hand a little tighter in yours.

"I wouldn't be scared if I knew I could move on from this." 

"Don't use me to make your choice. You have to move on from this. And you have to be okay with that."

At thirteen years old, Katsuki Bakugou is publicly asphyxiated for approximately one minute and twenty seconds, until Izuku Midoriya arrives on the scene, trying to wrench him out. At sixteen years old, he is pronounced dead in battle, until Edgeshot turns himself into his new heart. It has never been about defiance, and always about people being in the right place, at the right time. His life has been dangling from the promise of luck since the day he was born with a quirk that lets him pretend to be a god. So no, maybe he shouldn’t let somebody else make this choice for him.

"But I'm still scared, y/n. I'm still so fucking scared."

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Pro hero Dynamight breaks down on live television one week later, following a close call with a criminal syndicate. Millions of eyes glue to their home televisions, watching him scream profanities into a Juko News microphone outside a hospital. Parents cover their children's ears, angry commentators press backspace on their "dy-no might" comments, 6pm rush hour stops to stare at angry Shibuya billboards, but nobody changes the broadcast.

"You motherfuckers have no idea how fucking lucky you are to be alive! When have you ever, ever! Had to count your fucking days?" Spit shoots from Dynamight's mouth, and they think he's deranged, unhinged. He stands in front of the hospital- your hospital, and forces the retreating cameraman to redirect the lenses at his angry spew.

"Gone soft, weak, no might, quit the shit!" He points at the hospital behind him, right at the window of room 203. If you aren't hearing him from your bed, Katsuki is ready to grab the microphone, and yell it from the balcony for everyone to hear.

"You will never understand what it's like waking up to fucking hospital white day by day. I have seen it, people in there have seen it." He jabs a finger at the camera accusingly. "If you want heroes to die fighting so badly, I suggest that you fuckers try it for yourself."

Turning to 203, Katsuki stops for a moment. Reporters snap photos behind each other, yet nobody says a word. Have you made him soft? Made him weak? Have you killed Dynamight? When he remembers the fireworks between your noses, and the choice he's made for himself, he thinks the opposite.

"I will not apologise for wanting to live. I will not apologise for trying to live. And I will not fucking apologise for being scared of dying. Not when I get to wake up, and choose to be scared."

Katsuki throws the microphone to the ground, and stomps on it, storming into the hospital. Comments flood the broadcast. Coward. Fake. Spineless. Ungrateful. His PR team scrambles to get the footage deleted.

He hikes into 203. To hell with the news outlets, and the reporters, and the spineless keyboard warriors, because he's watching you take your dying breath if that's what it takes for him to move on from you. He slides open the door, and you're bedridden, breathing through an oxygen mask. You smile at him like you've saved him from something you don't know. He smiles back, because you have.

"I'll only move on when you do."

"Two weeks, Katsuki."

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When pro hero Dynamight arrives at the hospital again, nine hours have gone by since his public meltdown. He returns to rubble, and dust, and a dozen rescue heros scrambling on their feet at 3am. They say that there's been a gas explosion, that the past few maintainence checks have failed to detect litres of propane seeping into every crevice of the institution, all while flipping through piles of concrete for signs of life. They tell him that more heroes will be here soon, and that he should focus on breaking open larger pieces of debris. As he sends explosion after explosion into deconstructed hospital walls, Katsuki wishes he could pretend to care about the mangled corpses crushed beneath what once was a hospital. He doesn't.

People all look the same when their heads are crushed between asphalt and concrete. Hundreds of IV drips are littered around the wreckage. It has been one hour, and even with backup, they have only found seven survivors. Dynamight cannot save people here, all he can do is blow rubble to bits, hoping to find beneath it one more person whose lungs haven't been crushed already. He is no hero. He couldn't even save one person.

Three hours of searching concludes with twenty-two survivors, all hauled into helicopters and stretchers, and flown away to someplace Katsuki doesn't care to know. Rescue heroes never confirm the death count, and can only give an estiamte of approximately three hundred fatalities, and twenty-two casualties. They never find your body.

Katsuki stands on broken rubble, and he thinks he has been killed again, two weeks too soon, all in the name of misfortune. Tough luck. He swallows his pride, because in the face of death, absolute defiance has never been his vice. As he gapes at this massacre of pure chance, his gloved hands can barely form sparks. How did you ever turn them into fireworks?

barista's note:

hi do you guys still love me<3 double pump of sugar free you were ASKING FOR ITTTTTTTT i do apologise i rushed the ending because i have more requests and i want to get through them but i am physically! incapable of like multitasking on writing like i have to finish one to start one or nothing comes out i fear... i hope the ending hit the vibes right anyways though because idk what i was thinking while writing this i think i was kinda just vomiting onto the page whatever felt right LMFAOOAO

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[eijirousbestie]

I love love love your bakugou x artist reader trope please we need more of it it’s so wholesome i have read it on repeat since you upload it 💗💗💗

Aahh thank you so much!! Kinda grew attached to it myself so I’m glad to hear y’all love it sm<33 This is definitely a series I plan on continuing🤟🏽 this part is kinda more goofy than anything else but I promise there’s fluff near the end<33

“Fuck around and find out”

he loses his drumsticks

missing rug

using an art supply as a weapon?

nonverbal apology

can’t admit he’s wrong for SHIT

Clay is never easy to work with and you’d be foolish to think it is. It’s messy, dries relatively quickly and dirties up every surface it graces. You swear your sculpting professor is out to get you with these ridiculous projects. From cardboard cutouts to detailed portraits to clay. It’s a madhouse in the art department.

Using your modeling tool, you try to carve into the block of raku clay that cost an arm and a leg to buy from the university’s private art supply store. It was a blessing and a curse to have it so conveniently placed right across the hall from your sculpting class. The clay and tool alone cost you $27 that you’ll never see again. This degree better be worth it. You look at your desk partner and see that she’s going to town on her clay block. She cuts, carves and scoops at it like she’s done it a thousand times over. Clay sculpting is a completely different wheelhouse you’re not used to but you’re always willing to learn. Hopefully fast.

You quickly check your phone, residual dried clay sprinkling onto the screen as you click on it. 7:50 PM. It’s time to wrap it up for the day. Almost in sync, your professor calls time and you all begin to clean up. You clean off your work station diligently and swing your bag over your shoulder, wishing everyone a good night as you leave. The walk to your car is peaceful. The night is quiet and the air is cool and clear. Truth be told, you were opposed to taking a night class at the start, probably afraid you’d get jumped at night or something irrational like that. But now it’s what you look forward to during the week. Being left alone with your own thoughts and decompressing from the day in the evening is just so therapeutic. Finally making it to your car, you get in, closing and locking the door after. Now that your hands are free from dried clay, you go through your missed messages for the evening. As soon as you turn off do not disturb your screen is flooded with missed calls and text notifications. Your eyes widen and confusion floods your mind as you scroll to the very first message.

#1 Hater🏆: yo, lost my drumsticks. you seen em?

delivered 6:15 PM

#1 Hater🏆 missed call

#1 Hater🏆: yeah you totally took em u little shit

delivered 6:30 PM

#1 Hater🏆 missed call (2)

#1 Hater🏆 missed call (4)

#1 Hater🏆: ik damn well you’re not ignoring me rn

#1 Hater🏆: i’ll go in your room rn and throw out that shitty rug. keep playin

delivered 7:05 PM

You laugh at his empty threat of a message and roll your eyes. What he had against your rug, you didn’t know. Buying a rep was cheaper than the real thing. KAWS is not a brand that’s in your tax bracket. And of course you didn’t know where his drumsticks were. He usually keeps all his music equipment locked away somewhere so it’s most likely his fault for losing them. You’re about to turn off your phone when a ping sounds from your device, a new message shining brightly on your screen.

#1 Hater🏆: forgot you were at your night class. probably got me on dnd anyways

#1 Hater🏆: still gonna give you hell for stealing my shit tho

delivered 8:03 PM

You type back a quick reply.

You: don’t have ur sticks. touch my rug and u die. I’ll be back in 5 to kick ur ass for blaming me

You shut your phone off and start your car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back to the dorms.

Once you’re back you walk through the living room and make a beeline to your room. You open your door and what you see inside is enough to fuel nightmares. A rather deranged looking Bakugou has his hip leaned up against your windowsill, arms crossed over his chest as a single lamppost from outside your window illuminates one side of his face. He looks at you. Stares even and doesn’t say a single word.

“Is there a reason you’re just sitting in the dark like a weird-ass Disney villain or?” You flick on the light switch next to the door, drenching your room with light. It’s only then that you notice your floor is rather bare. This motherfucker.

He must have seen your reaction judging by the way his eyes follow your gaze to your now exposed wood flooring. A shit eating grin spreads across his face, damn near splitting it in two. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You’d hate to beat his ass over something so trivial but it’s getting harder to restrain yourself. You force yourself to look him in the eyes as you speak very very carefully.

“Kats… you wouldn’t happen to know where my rug is would you?”

He straightens up and walks towards you, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his sweats, a cocky bounce in his stride.

“Dunno. My shit’s missing too. Must be a ghost or somethin’.” Not a lick of remorse escapes his mouth. He’s smug. He’s proud of himself and he even came back to the scene of the crime just to taunt you. Your left eye twitches, patience wearing thin.

“I’ll ask you one more time for the sake of being generous. Where. Is my. Rug.” He shrugs and feigns innocence.

“Fuck around and find out.”

The hell did he just say? Is he really trying to pick a fight right now? Usually you’re the one keeping the peace but this man has now dragged your innocent rug into his thick headed nonsense. You chuckle in disbelief and look at the ground, shaking your head slightly.

“‘Fuck around and find out?’ Huh… aight then.” Bag still slung over your shoulder, you unzip the smallest pocket and pull out the modeling tool you used earlier for your sculpting class. You grip it tightly in your palm, the pointed edge facing outwards. Bakugou’s cocky façade waivers a bit but he doesn’t show it. His left eyebrow quirks up in interest.

“Tryna stab me with an art supply?” You’re not really gonna stab him. Just scare him into giving you your stuff back. Maybe…

“You said fuck around and find out right? So imma fuck you up til I find out where my shit is.” You drop your bag on the ground and rush at him all at once. His once calm demeanor switches to sudden shock and he moves to dodge your swing.

“Dude what the fuck!? Will you chill?” He doesn’t know whether he’s shouting in annoyance or fear, though he’ll never admit the latter. You turn around to where he’s standing behind you, modeling tool still tightly clutched in hand.

“Give me my shit back then!”

“Cmon it’s a shitty knock off. You really gonna stab me over a $30 rug?”

“And you really stole a $30 rug over a $15 pair of drumsticks?”

“Cuz you stole em!”

“I didn’t steal anything. I don’t even know where you keep them Kats! Plus I haven’t been in the dorms since 8 this morning.” His face stills and his brain sorts through what you’d just said. It made sense really. Today was your long day this week. You’d been gone from 8 AM to 8 PM.

He straightens up from his defensive stance and looks away, rubbing the back of his nape. “Okay well even if you didn’t take em, still don’t know where they are. Everyone’s a suspect right now.”

“Then why aren’t everyone else’s things missing?”

He shakes his head and corrects you. “Nah, I took a piece of everyone’s shit too not just you. It’s all stashed til someone fesses up.” You stare at him like he’s grown two heads, face turned up in disapproval and disbelief.

“Aight Kats whatever. You know it’s not me, so can I please have my rug back?” At this point you where drained from classes and just wanted to rest. Not to mention using the last of your energy to attack this idiot.

He walks to your door and opens it, the creak of the door signaling his great escape. “Ask me nicely.” He’s closing the door behind himself now, but you’re quick to yell out.

“Dude are you seriou-”

“Under the bed.” With that, he closes the door and you’re left in silence. You kneel on the ground and look under your bed and just as he said, your rug is there safe and sound. You pull it out from its hiding spot and place it back in its respective spot on the floor. You let out a deep sigh of relief which can be heard by the eavesdropping figure just outside your door. He chuckles to himself and walks to his room. Truth be told he found his drumsticks minutes before you came back to the dorms. He was just too embarrassed to tell you he found them after misplacing them himself and blaming you for it. Plus, it was more fun this way. Minus the potential stabbing part.

[ofdetonation]

no because why did they have to put a flashback of katsuki shoving izuku out of the way as soon as he woke up in the hospital huh.  WHAT WAS THE REASON BONES.  DO U WANT ME TO SUFFER.

it’s making me think so many thoughts like i mean.  god.  everyone in this whole ep is going THROUGH it rn like seeing tdrk and kiri and mina and ALL the kids hurt my heart, but fuck, i just.  i have to wonder if bones studio is just TRYING to kill me.  i wish i had more coherent thought but all i know is that who tf else but katsuki bakugou to march through a hospital with grievous wounds that ain’t healed yet bc the one person who’s been around his entire life isn’t showing any signs of waking up.  i gotta give it to him, he’s stubborn AND dedicated.

and lowkey is making me be like “ok so basically he gets nightmares n it’s canon”, but that’s not surprising bc let’s be real here, this poor boy has been traumatised so many times in a short amount of time

[dashielldeveron]

I’m so glad we’re talking about the 431 redesigns!!! Because as a person who’s drawn them 10000 times I feel like I have insight lolol,, For me the issue with monomas middle part is not the parting but the fact it looks so stiff 😭😭😭😭 like when I draw his hair usually it’s very soft and fluffy and this is,,,,,, not that!!! It looks like if you went up to touch it you’d just feel gel 😔😔😔. But there are a lot of bad hair choices in the new chap, shinsous hair transplant with aizawa to name one…. Bkg and midoriya are exceptions they did not cheat on their hairdressers, I’m looking incredibly respectfully,,, bkg must of traded places with monoma for the price of keeping his hair cut,, What do you think of the other redesigns??? I wish I had actual opinions on the chapter to share but I’ve not been able to find a full translation of it, so until then I can only look and guess at what’s happening

(i have no idea how to feel about shouto, it’s just like slightly too short but it still looks very soft!!! ((Unlike someone we know 💔)))

monoma comes home one day with the new haircut. you reach out to touch his hair, and it crunches. you consider throwing all his gel out the window to prevent this from happening again.

oof, again, i haven't read a translation but have just seen some panels, so these are ~loose~ opinions.

i don't wanna be too negative, esp. bc it's ultimately hori's art and characters, but i will repeat that the more i look at these panels, the more i think he didn't draw them--just in consideration of the author's note translation going around. i think i mostly see it in midoriya--he looks waaaaaay too baby, and not in the way that hori usually draws him as baby. too much in the wide eyes, not enough in the body language, hands, and mouth. anyway. not making accusations, but it would make sense to me if it's true he didn't draw this.

i only have firm opinions on shinsou: bad. evil, even. that man does not look well. he looks fucking ill. he's prob meant to mimic aizawa, but aizawa never looked sick. shinsou looks like he's about to fucking pass out. gaunt, almost. stringy-looking hair and deeeeeeep bags. feels weird when he's been a character with, like, extremely volumnious, fluffy hair who's been training with aizawa to bulk up--we even get that comment about shinsou gaining muscle in the manga. but like. he looks sicker and more emaciated than he did as a student. i feel like shinsou would continue to care for himself, because he wants to be good so badly. "nighthide" isn't a bad hero name!! at the moment, i still prefer "mindjack," but i expect it'll grow on me, like "dynamight" did over "ground zero."

miscellaneous: i'm extremely glad that yaoyorozu's hero costume is a real piece of clothing now. best jeanist's hair is way better, and mirio's design is extremely unsettling.

i don't know how i feel about bakugou and shouto yet!!! i don't think i have any major issues, or anything, but they somehow feel off. i will say that both of them look very Large and Huggable, which is an excellent quality for a man to have. we love big, friendly men (or at least one, friendly man and then another who is soft only for ~you~).

i'm am eagerly anticipating official translations, bc rn i am BAFFLED at all the drama!!! it's v v v distracting from my papers that i should be writing rn; i wish i had more time to think about this!!! i just think these little guys are neat!!!!

[candleshopmenace]

so i'm gonna be super uninteresting rn,,, my wips don't have silly names. they are either "untitled document" or the name of the actual fic itself.

wish for peace [prepare for war] | chapter twenty-four wip | 1

the future isn’t ours to see

wish for peace [prepare for war] | excerpts | 1

wish for peace [prepare for war] | excerpts | 2

wish for peace [prepare for war] | excerpts | 3

you will always be a monster [there is no turning back]

ACCESSING LOG NUMBER: 00001_

monsters are real [they look just like us]

@caydearsonist @vexfulfolly @nylazor @possesseddog @ihavenomoralsss @lyell-crookshanks @viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiien @bakugou-klancey-lance

WIP Game

Thanks for the tag, @nullcanary!!! (Ilyy)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it. Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have a good couple! Alas, most of the bg3 ones, beyond those mentioned, are still in the brainrot stage. Rip. Anyway yeah, ask about any and I can yell abt it!

Oh dear

1 - Cannibalism Endorsement - BG3

2 - Parallels - BG3

3 - (And there’s probably nothing after) - BG3

4 - Sunshine <333 - ToH

5 - uHOH - Original Story (Facility)

6 - Interrogation (there are 3 versions of this Imao) - MHA

7 - Untitled Document (I don't have title ideas rip) - MHA

8 - oopsies (Facility)

Iiiii’m gonna tag @candleshopmenace, @nebuloustar, @z-mizcellaneous-z, @tentacledwizard, @spellmage, @lingering-nomad, and @abyssalaerlocke. Not exactly the same amount as wips, but i tried ):

[crappycamille]

katsuki hates to come home to see you slumped over the couch with your phone in your hand. it’s too close to your face, you’re gonna give yourself a headache the moment you put it down. but you won’t, not unless he stops you.

the slight upturn of your eyebrows, the small pout on your lips, your eyes dull as they bore into the too-bright phone screen: it stabs him straight in the heart to see you so upset. he doesn’t even think you can tell that you’re frowning. you are too absorbed into that damned device, and he knows why just by looking at you. dammit, you didn’t even notice he was home cause you were so preoccupied. not even the deep thump of his gauntlets dropping was enough to stir you from it.

“hey. no more.” his voice is firm, but caring. your eyes snap up to his in surprise. like a child being caught with something they shouldn’t have. he hasn’t even taken his gloves off before he is grabbing your phone out of your hands turning it around to quickly glance at the content before exiting out of all the apps to close it. he releass a shaky sigh as every single app was social media.

“i- i wasn’t on it for long.” you quickly sat up to correct your slumped posture. trying to mask yourself, you know how much bakugou hates to see you upset. however, katsuki is much quicker than you. catching your eyes with a firm stare that screams a threatening “don’t you dare.” stoping you from trying to put on an act.

if there is anything he hates worse than seeing you upset, it’s seeing you fake happiness.

“don’t lie to me. i can see how many apps are open.” he grumbles. “plus, it’s dark outside. you haven’t turned any of the house lights on yet. bet you’ve been sitting here since you got home starin’ at the stupid screen.” you felt the embarrassment raise within you as you took a lot at your surroundings for the first time in a while.

he can feel his frustration building.

he’s not frustrated with you exactly. he just gets so upset. why do you do this to yourself? why do you let yourself indulge in something so influentially harmful. he knows you can’t help it. he knows there is something so hypnotizing, so alluring about it. the infinite scroll, but it is so toxic. it makes you feel bad, which in turn, makes him feel worse.

“i know.” your breath is shaky as you grasp your equally shaky hands, doing your best to control your emotions. “i know. i just, i like to see what people are saying. i only meant to check it for a second. just a quick look through and there’s so much good. b-but,” katsuki frowns, he hates how upset you sound. “there is so much bad.”

your face scrunches into a nasty snarl. “why are people so fucking mean. they’re downright awful, kats. they would never, ne-ver, say these things to someone in real life. it would be far too cruel.” you let out an exasperating sigh, “i fucking hate people.” the slight wobble in your lip is too much for katsuki. he’s promptly setting your phone down far, far away to swoop you up in his arms, holding you almost too tight. he wishes he could just hold you like this forever, that way you won’t be able to ever check your blasted socials.

“that’s why i fucking hate that shit. i try to tell you not to be on it.” his hands rubbing your back as he sighs. “i’m not trying to be controlling, but nothing good comes from seeing what those shitty extras have to say.”

“i know kats, and you’re not being controlling. i always regret looking. at first it’s nice. then i see one bad comment, and then another, then it feels like a million. they’re all i can see. and i hate seeing what those people have to say about us, about you, about me.” he waits patiently for you to continue, rubbing your back assuringly.

“i’m not trying to make it just about myself, but kats they always say something about me. i’m human too, why do they think it’s okay to tear me apart? if they say anything about you, it’s to criticize you for being with me.” you clutch on to him, using him to steady himself. “just all the stupid, unnecessary comments, they really get to me.” you shake your head.

katsuki struggles a moment to find the right words, but in all honesty he doesn’t need to. you find comfort alone in hearing his voice. the deep yet delicate voice lolling your shaking body. but of course, he tries. he always does for you.

“i know it doesn’t make it hurt any less, and— and i’m sorry it doesn’t. but they are only saying that because they’re jealous. jealous that they aren’t half the person you are. jealous they aren’t you. you are perfect, who wouldn’t be jealous of you?

every single thing about you i love. i don’t give a damn about what those dimwits say. nothing they say matters because everyone that loves you, and that’s a whole lot of people: not just my family but yours, all of your friends, those clowns that i call my friends, and damn near everyone that meets you; they all love you and love to be around you. and most of all, me. i love you so much. i can debunk every shitty thing those extras say. and you may not see it, but there’s even a hell of a lot more people online who love you than those hating on you. and to me none of their opinions matter. you are all that matters to me. i love you. they are only trying to get in your head. don’t let ‘em. you are so much strong and so much better.

so go ahead. let them try. because they don’t know how strong you are. even more so, they don’t know that i’ll always be there to build you back up. always. so please, let me protect you, even from the haters.”

the stream of tears quietly flowed down your face. bakugou kissed the tears off your cheeks while you soaked in his words. letting them fill you up, replacing the insecurity you felt.

the rest of the night was spent in each other’s embrace: while you bathed together, enjoying the warm tub. while bakugou cooked with your arms wrapped around his broad back, face buried between his shoulders. while you ate dinner, legs haphazardly laid over one another on the couch. while you laid in bed, falling asleep nuzzled into his neck.

you were so grateful to have bakugou. he never failed to make you feel loved. but he never minds, not even a little bit. because you do the same for him.

a/n: heyo. i selfishly wrote this to give myself some comfort. people on the internet are so fucking brutal for no reason. now i’m not one to be overly sensitive, and lord knows people would never say the things they say to me online irl (lemme stop tho lol cause i’m not tryna come off as a hard ass). but who has the energy to constantly combat people online. tumblr is 100% my escape. so i’m grateful that i get to come here and interact with people and post things like this. thanks for being a safe space for me. thanks for reading. hope you’re well or getting there.

much love <3

[kwonhoshi0]

hi i just started sobbing becayse i remembered bakugou isn’t real and i will never forgive him for that, lmao can you just be real please

[yukisshittyposts]

(Agh I can't with my writing rn lol i hate writers block so fudging much anyway—)

We all know that Bakugou is the kind of tutor and friend who beats the information in your brain. He does this whenever someone asks him for help. We've all seen him do it, especially with Kirishima.

He acts no different with you, his girlfriend. Hah, you wish! He rolls the book every time you answer wrong and bongs your head with it repeatedly, freaking the people out who happen to walk nearby. He turns the paper with the wrong answers into ashes and yells at you the correct answer and how to write it down, leaving you deaf for a good minute.

But if you look at him with fake (or real) tears in your eyes and plead him to be more gentle and patient the man will fold in seconds.

Mercy suddenly exists in Bakugou's dictionary but for you and only you, period.

He won't stop getting mad at you but he will start being more patient with you, encouraging you whenever you feel down and shit like that.

Heh, don't expect him to stop hitting you with a book though. He won't (he's a menace to society i thought y'all knew that)

At least you get acceptable grades because of him (cue Bakugou's proud boyfriend noises? lol)

[rozu-minaki]

Hello🐹 I has a request- some of the MHA/BNHA boys that get hard when his fem!S/O puts on lip gloss? like- the shine that it gives her lips would look so good around his hard cock :)

other details- non-hero!UA and this is NOT to fetishize black people!!! (I'm black anyway)

only if you're comfortable and if requests are open 😊

remember to drink water and eat daily ☺

Omg my first request- okay okay so I’m gonna try my best because this is my first request and full blown drabble post so yea! I wasn’t sure which characters to pick so I just went with the ones I think would fit well with this! As always characters are aged up. Hope u enjoy! And yes requests are open! warnings: basically some smut and some small fluff

Iida: oohhh man this dude did not expect you to put on lip gloss, especially in that pretty pink glittery shade. You two were enjoying your day waltzing around town when you stopped to use a public restroom and while he was outside waiting you had an idea and decided to use an expensive gloss momo had bought you a while back. You slicked it on your lips and walked out innocently as if you didn’t know what you were doin. Iida hadn’t noticed until you started talking about getting some food when he saw those pretty lips and instantly felt his pants become uncomfy. Needless to say, he pulled you into a cafe and shoved you into the bathroom where well you got covered in some Other kinda white substance ;>

Bakugou: you two were expected at a party and as usual you had taken longer then him not our fault the man takes less time to get ready 🙄. Anywho, you had gotten all dolled up in a pretty red dress and black heels. You were just finishing up your makeup when you saw the gloss youve had but never used, so without thought you decided to put it on since the shade was a nice touch to your makeup and outfit. While bakugou was sitting on the couch on his phone he heard the bedroom door cream open and the clicks of your heels walking over. He finally looked up from his phone to ask if your dumbass was finally ready when he stopped mid sentence to see those pretty red lips. So he stood up, slung you over his shoulder and carried you back into the bedroom you came from, party long forgotten.

Izuku: Today was yours and Izukus date as a 1 year anniversary so you wanted to go all out. Pretty outfit pretty hair pretty everything. You used all your favorite makeup products including that signature glittery lip gloss you wore only on special occasions. You covered your lips and puckered them up and basically hyped your beautiful ass up cause girlboss obviously. Once you got ready you heard a knock at your door to which you went to anwser and saw izuku in his gorgeous suit and tie and flowers ready in hand. Of course the boy was shy and stumbled over his words to ask if you were ready. You nodded and began to follow him out to the car. You both had a wonderful date however when you two had gotten to his place was when the fun began. You two went inside and basically went at it like rabbits, clothes flying, hands gripping in every place, and that’s when he was ontop of you that he said he did not want that pretty gloss go to waste. Needless to say he woke up with kisses all over him especially in the lower region <3

Todoroki: Shoto being the sweet boy he was planned a little getaway to a flower field since he knew you both were interested in nature and such. He had gotten ready first and while waiting for you he took a small nap to rest up before the long drive there. You on the otherhand had different plans. You had prepared a cute cottage core like outfit with light makeup and some added on freckles, you were trying to go for a fairy/elf look. So obviously you wanted to look glowy and mysterious and what better shimmery thing to use then lip gloss. You put on your favorite shimmery pink tint one and was on your way to wake up sho. When you did though he just sat and stared for a moment before asking “Did I die or something why is there an angel in front of me???” You had giggled and thanked him for the compliment (though he actually thought you were) and got him up and you two were on your way to the flower field. Needless to say you got railed in a very pretty setting with lip gloss smudged all over shotos face and body.

Kirishima: Kirishima had been watching you do your makeup for a while now, just admiring your features before and after and enjoying every second of it. He had said his occasional yet meaningful compliment everytime you did a new part of the makeup but when he saw you grab the one weakness product he was done for. You hadn’t noticed for a while now but whenever you used that gloss it drove Kiri mad. The way he only pictured your pretty lips rapped around his red riot dick with your eyeliner smudged just made the man go insane with lust. He had been staring for a while now so when you asked if he was alright all he could say was “ please let me fuck you” to which you were surprised but happily agreed and let him do what he had been fantasizing about everytime you wore that dammed gloss.

Shinsou: It was a date set at a cat cafe obviously. You two had been snuggling cats and sipping coffee for a while now when you realized your gloss had lost its touch so you reapplied it and that’s when he saw it in all its glory, oh how he wished you had been under him whining about how it was to much and that all he could say was that you could take it like a good kitty. He was now in a daze when he felt you poke his cheek and he just smirked and began to whisper seductive words in your ear and you just had to play it cool since others were around, only allowing the occasional blush and whine here and there. When you two got home however was when the real fun began and his fantasy became a reality.

Ack! I’m so sorry this is so bad- it’s like 1am rn and this isn’t proofread so if theres any mistakes or anything you’d like changed or someone added please let me know as I’m open to (kind) criticism! I hope you enjoyed none the less though thanks for the request love <3

[gallant-basilisk]

Yo, it's 'that time of the month' for me right now and I seriously hate life rn.... I could do with some headcanons of how yanderes Deku and poly yanderes Kiribaku would react to the reader not acting like some deranged she hulk but rather she's just calm and internally wishing to set the world on fire?

Honestly, same. (￣ヘ￣;)

I hope this makes you smile! (≧▽≦)

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Yandere Deku

Since he's used to you being rather.. 'emotional', he becomes concerned and anxious by your sudden silence.

He'd try to piss you off in the beginning, to see how bad the situation is. He'll definitely apologize profusely later on, regardless if you got angry or if you didn't.

Would take every chance to spoil you with whatever food you want, cuddle you however long you want, in hopes of making you talk.

If you tell him to leave you alone in a monotone voice– your mind completely focused on the what ifs of any chaos that could ensue– his concern would turn into slight irritation. He'd be stuck to you like a koala, his hands around you, your waist, on your shoulder, wherever you allow him.

Does not tolerate your silence for too long– depending on his current mood, that could mean just a few hours or a couple days– before he starts demanding you speak or at least pay more attention to him.

Would constantly say things like: "What are you thinking about?" "Do you want something?" "Talk to me!" "Do you even love me?" And whine.

Wouldn't let you leave his side– although that's true regardless of reason or time– and keeps you under surveillance until you talk to him.

When you do finally talk to him and tell him about what you were thinking, though you specially said you were thinking about such things as a joke and you were simply having a bad day, he chuckles and proceeds to come up with a bunch of plans to burn the world. Sometimes taking the 'set on fire part' too literally.

If you appease him and actually ask questions about these plans, he'll get incredibly excited and constantly praise you while answering.

He'll make you promise not to do this again, or he might do something.. He didn't say exactly what, but you had a pretty good guess.

Yandere KiriBaku

Kirishima immediately notices the change in your attitude and tries to playfully convince you to talk to him.

Bakugou's beyond pissed, because you're ignoring him and refusing to talk to him.

While Kirishima cuddles you and timidly nuzzles his face into your neck, he softly murmurs questions like:"Do you want to talk about it, Pebble?" or "Please, don't be upset.."

Bakugou, on the other hand, would just hoist you up and push you against the wall, glaring at you until you'd talk. Which you don't. So he just calls you names and warns that you'd be better off telling him sooner, rather than later.

Kirishima, despite being completely able and ready to hurt or even kill someone for you, he'd rather try to guilt-trip you into talking to him, but only after a certain amount of time had passed or if he becomes too concerned about your mental state. Who knows what could be going on inside your head, after all..?

Bakugou would either carry you on his shoulder or literally drag you everywhere, refusing to put you down unless you talked or at the least, lashed out at him. You didn't, and that honestly made him incredibly anxious.

They both came to the conclusion that they needed to do something about this sudden situation– after Kirishima literally had to pull the words 'I'm worried about them' out of him–, so they decide to confront you for real this time.

It doesn't go very well, since your dazed hums and nods only manage to make them both really frustrated and anxious.

Bakugou often loses his cool and it's not really surprising for him to hit you– not like actually hit you, it's more of a slap that'll always sting for a few minutes–, in which cases, Kirishima usually interferes and literally drags him away from you. Usually.

The remaining cases, you end up having a heated argument with the blond and even return the hit. The endings of this differ.

And now, he did hit you and Kirishima was more focused on getting you to talk, than to stop him. But instead of you lashing out– as they hoped you would do– you simply held your cheek in your hand, a tired expression on your face. You sighed and left the two dumbfounded boy.

"Oi, dumbass! Fucking talk ALREADY!!" Bakugou would shout repeatedly and bang on your door. "Bakubro, not now!" Kirishima would whine and try to mediate between you two. Definitely not an easy thing to do, when you refuse to talk and the blond only screams profanities.

You either lock yourself into your room 'til the next day, Kirishima convincing Bakugou to leave you alone or they refuse to back down and decide to keep tabs on you, which basically meant being sandwiched between the two in the name of cuddling until you gave in.

When you finally speak and tell them you simply just felt bad today, Kirishima apologises and even makes Bakugou apologize for their behaviour.

Kirishima would bring this up whenever he wanted to make you feel guilty later on and it usually works. It made you feel really bad, whenever you were reminded of how you treated them without any actual reason.

Bakugou wouldn't really mention it in the future, but when he does, he usually calls you an idiot, moron, or any other synonym. He does secretly make sure to pay more attention to you, not wanting you to keep secrets from him.

[dienamights]

Road Mishap | K.Bakugou | Drabble

Where Dynamight pays you a little visit when someone is being a little too friendly on the road.

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 1.1K 

» Genre: Crack, Prohero!au, fluff if you squint real hard but basically reader being a simp.

» Warning(s): Swearing, guys being assholes, suggestive themes(?), basically Kacchan flexing that he’s getting some ass. Characters are aged up.

» Author’s notes: ahahaha, what are you talking about, this isn't self-indulgent, no I didn't cry for hours after it happened to me today. @tteokdoroki​ iloveyou come laugh at my pain

I know its too long for a drabble but I HAD FUN WITH IT AND I ALREADY MADE THE BANNER AS A DRABBLE SO SUE ME)

» Masterlist | Requests

“Hah? The fuck you mean you’re being tailgated?” you heard the hoarse voice of your boyfriend through the speakers of your car as you looked through your rearview mirror, the fucking shit-piece of car swerving left and right to irritate you, the heads of five guys swaying with the car and grinning evilly.

“I mean I’m being tailgated Katsu, the fuck else would I mean?” you sneered, sending a glare to the center console of your car, hoping it would reach your dumbass of a hero boyfriend. You honestly didn’t know why you were calling him, Katsuki was busy being on the top 10 ranked heroes and you didn’t expect him to drop everything and run to save your quirkless damsel in distress ass.

But the car behind you sped up, the front bumper of their car kissed the rear bumper of yours, making you screech, a sob escaping your throat when your car jerked forward, hearing the maniac laughter of the douchebags despite your closed windows. You wished you didn’t leave the comfort of your home, knowing that no one in their right mind would even come close to harming the home of Dynamight, unless they wanted their asses blown off.

Katsuki was silent for a few seconds, before you heard frantic shuffling on the other end of the phone as you slowed down at a red light, the car behind you jolting left and right as the boys danced at their loud shit music. Yet, your ears couldn’t miss the deep growl in his voice.

“Send me your live location.” It wasn’t a question, nor a request, it was a demand. And even then, you were pretty hesitant to do as he told. You took a few deep breaths, wiping the few tears that managed to escape during your panic and tried to sound as convincing as possible.

“N-no its alright Suki, I’m almost home a-and besides you’ve got more important things to-”

“Y/N.” You gulped, not used to him directing that threatening voice at you, “I’m not asking you; I’m telling you to send it to me. Now.” No ifs ands or buts, so with a shaking grip, you did as you were told, right as the light turned green, the honks and tires screeching making you whimper as you pressed on the gas pedal to keep driving back home, only then realizing the fact that your boyfriend hung up on you.

“Great. Shouldn’t have called in the first place, real useless of you to call him knowing he’s got more serious things to take care of, people to save! Not just-” your self-scolding was cut short when you heard it, that loud, deafening, awful sound that always made your ears ring for hours on end. The earsplitting sound of your boyfriend, your hero. His explosions blaring and shaking your windshield as he all but flew to you, propelling himself and dropping down on the road between your car and the assholes behind you.

You slowed down and looked back at him through your mirror, watching as he brought both hands in front of him, palms lighting up in that scorching color that reminded you of fires that should never be put out, because they were so damned beautiful, the mesmerizing color of burning sunsets, the entrancing color of those crimson eyes that light up a smidgen, a speck – too quick you almost always miss it – at the sight of your smile.

The car behind you swerved to the left, – whether because of the man popping out of nowhere and standing in front of them or because his hands are about to blow a hole in them, you weren’t sure – crashing into the railing and activating the airbags of the car while stopping all together.

You turned on your hazard warning lights and slowed down to a stop at the side of the road by the sidewalk, getting out to check on your boyfriend – lowkey wanting to see him kick some ass.

You tried your best to hide your laughter as you saw him dropping his gauntlets, biting off his gloves while stomping his way to them and grumbling about ‘tearing their asses up to pieces for coming for his princess’, the – very oblivious – boys’ eyes lit up at the sight of the number 6 hero, cheering at him for being so quick to come rescue them.

Oh, you poor pricks.

Neither you nor the men expected what happened next, as Katsuki blew the door of the driver’s seat up, hauling the guy out of the car and holding him up by the shirt, yelling and swearing profusely at the cowering figure, while his friends hesitantly tried to free him from the hero’s grip. Only to be growled at and promised their turn in being murdered with no hesitation.

“You mean to tell me, that it took Red Riot, Chargebolt and Cellophane to get your punk ass off of these civilians?” The manager huffed, eyes glaring at the scuffed hero in front of him, falling onto the tv playing the news, the header “Hero Dynamight assaults innocent civilians” rolling at the bottom of the screen before looking back at the hero standing in front of him, who wore a scowl and simply rolled his eyes back at him, not caring about the reporter spitting rumors and accusations that were obviously told by the assholes standing behind her.

“Are we done here?” Dynamight huffed back, the shuffling feet of his comrades behind him irritating him because one, they dragged him away from those bastards before finishing beating them up and two, he wasn’t done kicking the motherfuckers’ asses. Yes, they were the same reason and no, he doesn’t give a fuck.

“You’re off of duty for the week, think about what you did and how you could improve as a hero while not harming the innocent.” The man at the desk declared, dropping his glasses on the surface and pinching the area between his eyes and preparing himself for the chaos Dynamight was about to make for being put off duty.

To his – and the other heroes’ surprise – all Bakugou did was scoff, mumbling a fine and asking if there was anything the manager wanted before he went home.

“W-wait a minute.” The man stuttered, “you know that means you’re only to come by next Monday, right?” an affirmative hum met his question and the man could only inquire for the reason behind the absence of the tantrum the hero always threw when it comes to him not working.

“Oh, its just Y/N is waiting for me at home to rail her for saving her life, and honestly I’d rather do that than hang around with you fuckers, later bitches” and then he just… left.  

its 3:35 am rn and now i feel better about myself so i can go to sleep without crying, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[tteokdoroki]

bakugou def searches "real love" when hes looking up p;)rn </3

pls before you guys get together he looks up “what is love” after he jerks off to porn wishing he was with you

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

BNHA characters and their genshin experiences

I've been way into genshin for the past couple months, if anyone wants to play with me message me (I'm lvl 45 rn) but be warned I have shitty internet and am a partial razor main

but this is mainly characters I can see actually putting time into genshin

Bakugou

Mains: Yanfei

his main has probably been most every pyro character at some point

he wants diluc so bad, whenever someone else complains that diluc ruined their pity he wants to ruin their existence

before yanfei his main was probably hu Tao

hed definitely play klee if he had her lmao but he doesnt and is patiently waiting for her rerun

he has a lot of 5 star characters and is f2p, he can always get banner characters within at least the first pity, but for standard 5 stars hes gotten keqing and qiqi way too many times and hes livid

especially as a previous hu tao main, he was begging for Jean, still has yet to come home

hes probably a very high level, not fully maxed out considering he hasnt been playing all that long, he was probably forced to start when the rest of the bakusquad started playing it and he just took off

has really shitty artifact luck though, like his characters arent bad or anything but they could be so, so much better

and ugh hes livid

explores everything, has 100% exploration everywhere, but hes not bored hes still got artifact farming to do and he enjoys terrorizing enemies

in co op he will set you and everything around you on fire. cope.

Todoroki

Mains: Xiao or Ganyu

probably only started playing because Izuku asked him to

kaeya has also been on his team since day 1 and he is never leaving doesnt matter his friendship has been level 10 for weeks now who cares

was f2p until xiao, who didnt want to come home at all, and he finally got him on his 180th pull

now he doesnt care and will buy primogems whenever hes bored

he has a lot of constellations on kaeya and hes so proud of that, probably c4, is considering buying way too many primogems just so that he can hopefully get his c6

now his artifact luck is godly, you'll go into a domain with him and be like ugh I got nothing and hes like I got a 4 piece set with all attack or crit rate/damage main stats like haha I hate you

but yeah his characters are very strong cause of this, but he doesnt put effort into building a lot of them, he only levels up and gives good artifacts to his team and a couple other characters he likes but everyone else just sits there for a while

hes not super obsessed with the game, but he does think its funny seeing bakugou get so upset whenever they do domains together

doesnt even bother doing daily tasks really unless hes trying to save primogems

Midoriya

Mains: Venti

hes so good at building characters, like he looks up builds online and watches those "do INSANE damage with these tips" videos - and he sets out to get them done and he does

bakugou is once again livid whenever they play together, because Izuku barely has to try and can do so much more damage than him

he does have to put in a lot of work for his artifacts though because he doesnt settle for the okay ones he needs the absolute best

he builds his favorite characters the most ofc, but he evenly distributes things to other characters he knows can be useful- those characters might not have insane stats but they're still good

will not kill timmies pigeons, hell hunt birds in the wild for fun though

definitely a food hoarder

also does a lot of exploring and probably has at least 90% for each area

Kaminari

Mains: Lisa

he is 1000% in love with Lisa, he took her quest very seriously

and so many people say shes horrible, he hates it, hes made her crazy strong out of spite

his team consists of only his wifus- meaning lisa, beidou, rosaria, and mona

for a long time beidou was his second but then rosaria came along and hes like ugh big tiddy goth gf, but lisa still remains queen

these are the only characters hes built though, save for a couple like probably razor and xiangling that he used before he fully got this team

is an ayaka saver

he doesnt care too much about most 5 stars but will sometimes get them just to say he has them, but they end up just sitting there rotting away because he never puts work into them

he does have hu tao though and would get ganyu if she ever had a rerun

Kirishima

Mains: Diluc Razor or Beidou

they're all on his team, the last person switches out but it's most likely zhongli or childe

hes all about dps, support who, he just wants to hit hard and do insane damage , so yes he made dps zhongli

except his builds arent that great, with some help his builds are decent, but on his own hell be like ugh that's some sexy 300 damage

probably didnt know what 90% of the stats even meant and just put random attack ones on people and went yeah that looks good

doesnt really care though and is just having fun so hell play how he wants (as he should) but he does have to ask for help when farming bosses

loves exploring but misses so much, hell get distracted easily and end up just messing around

honestly probably hasnt bothered to ascend his world since he got to level 35, if he did the quest hed probably go straight to 45 and even then hed still have extra exp because hes been there for so long oml

but eventually he would have to and hed be trying to do it like :,) this is fine and it takes him a lot of tries but he gets there eventually,,, only to immediately have another one waiting for him poor baby

Mina

Mains: Klee or Xiangling

thinks baizhu is hot (and is correct) so shes desperately waiting for him

was a I must play 24/7 player until after the last story quest, then she got kinda bored but still plays frequently so she can save primogems and likes playing co op

goes into random peoples worlds a lot

shes got some pretty strong characters and is proud of her account

definitely makes tiktoks of her playing with the bakusquad cause it's always v chaotic (it's probably only denki and kirishima most of the time, but sometimes either bakugou or sero will join in)

does all the genshin tiktok trends

shes a pretty high level since shes probably been playing for a while and has most everything done

she loves helping lower level people though she thinks it's so cute and loves the power she feels when she one shots things

Sero

Mains: Xingqui

hes a pretty casual player, kinda only plays when hes bored or the others make him play with them

but his stats arent too bad, they're fairly average but he gets by

has so many primogems because he doesnt bother to wish on anyone, probably wants kazuha though

he does get super invested into the story though, hes so curious about the world and where the story is gonna lead

probably watches a lot of genshin theory videos and now he over thinks everything in the game

he explores a lot, not so much to find every single thing but more so just because he likes looking at everything, hes very excited for all the new places

Shinsou

Mains: Childe

hes a very thorough player, he explores a lot and puts a lot of work into building his characters

most of them arent all that great but he has plans to fix them

his main team is very well built, not the best, but still good

he struggles when he has to switch someone out for a domain or something because his other characters are so painfully mediocre right now and he feels so bad

shinsou, playing a character that can do like max 200 physical damage and biggest damage is like 2 thousand, repeatedly saying I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you deserve so much better, I'm so sorry

even if it's not the worst damage by far, he feels bad about anything under his main team's stats because they're just so much higher

broke. has no primogems. spent them all on childe and his constellations. does he regret it? well he sure does appreciate his c6 so- hell manage

yes he spent real money on his stupid mass murderer who he loves very much

fights childe every day even though he already collected the treasure, he is but a humble simp

probably decently lucky with wishing like he can beat the 50/50 almost every time

Tamaki

Mains: Chongyun and Sucrose

he only started playing recently, probably kirishima got him into it, but he immediately fell in love

kirishima was like tell me when you're level 16 so we can play together !!! and 2 days later tamaki was level 16 and kiri was shook because how the hell did he do it so fast

hates domains, the dread he feels when he realizes the lower level isnt going to give him anything anymore, and he has to move up to the next, and the next,,

asks kirishima to help him only to realize he isnt much help, is too nice to say that so he let's kiri keep trying- one day kiri gets deku to play with the two of them and tamaki almost cries because finally he can get through the level 90 domain and actually get things ugh

cannot get xingqui to save his life he refuses to come home and poor tamaki is so sad he wants him a lot hes even got all his materials saved up

Monoma

Mains: Ningguang

honestly doesnt play all that much but takes pride in making his account seem v good, is a whale

but hes very good at the game, didnt know what the artifacts were for at first and gave people ones based on how they looked but once he figured it out hes fixed them

is a very standard player, logs in every day to do his commissions and use his resin then logs out, he doesnt put too much time into the game and doesnt worry if he misses a day or two

worships ningguang, also really likes xinyan, his other team members are probably venti and albedo

has every single banner 5 star that has come out since he started playing, probably doesnt have klee though and is v upset about it, and is thanking the heavens for all the reruns lately

also doesnt have keqing and wants her a lot cause he likes her

accepts every single co op request he gets, and despite what a lot may think hes actually a very nice person to play with, not toxic at all - unless you're someone he knows then he might be mean to you shshshsh

Shigaraki

Mains: Razor

haha isnt it so odd that they sound so similar haha (if you dont know they have the same japanese va and I'm guessing hed play it in Japanese)

obviously he can be kinda busy ya know being a criminal and all that but when hes not he puts a lot of time into genshin

sadly doesnt have very good luck when it comes to characters or artifacts, but hes doing his best even with 0 primogems and his 50% crit rate

doesnt explore all that much, most of the exploring hes done came from him trying to get all the oculus

his razor is so good though, except that's the only character hes put tons of effort into

except for now zhongli, hes not replacing razor but ugh does he love zhongli

but his other characters are pretty mediocre at best, he could build them if he wanted to, hes good enough at gaming to figure it out, he just doesnt have the time to spend to do it so he focuses on his main team

also (spoiler alert kinda) when we had to go to the wolf spirit to fight the abyss herald and razor was there, afterwards how razor was saying how he was too weak and stuff and was super sad, at that very moment shiggy decided the entire abyss order had to be destroyed - sorry aether (he chose lumine) but razor is more important than you

[burnedbyshoto]

One last unpopular opinion cause I need to get it out. tell me if I’m wrong pls. Whitewashing POC characters is 100% wrong. Why is it okay to change the race or ethnicity of a POC character? I’m talking about stuff where one of the characters isn’t Japanese anymore and they’re mostly black or occasionally some other race. If they’re making a dark skinned Japanese version I get that. But why change race/ethnicity. Isn’t that wrong too? What’s your opinion on this? Not trying to start shit I swear

I guess... hm, I will try to break down my thoughts and opinions on this. i’m not claiming i’m right, i’m merely stating this as someone who literally over thinks literally everything and anything I can. please let me know if i’ve said anything wrong or offensive as i’d like to correct it because i’m not trying to offend anyone here.

when it comes to anime specifically, westerners have this very quick ability to start saying that these characters are white. as we are all damn well aware, anime is created mostly by asian creators (japanese creators to be exact) and are often depicted to be happening in japan or in some fantasy land where terms like white, black, asian reallt don’t apply. there are some anime that take place in america, & we have anime like yuuri on ice that has multiple different countries represented, but i’d say for the most part all characters are japanese.

issues come into play when, typically seen as white people on twitter who are able to pass easily as anime characters appearance simply due to skin tone color and hair color. personally, I think anime tends to throw in funky hairstyles and hair colors and eye colors not because they’re trying to claim characters as white but because japan is a largely homogeneous country and with that they tend to have similar attributes (in which I mean hair type, eye color, and hair color). the lack of color diversity can lead media to look especially dull, for lack of better words, so mangaka & anime creators make these characters have every colored hair, eyes, and sometimes make them bipoc in the world and hair type to create visual contrast, engagement, and highlight important characters.

however, we westerners are quite self centered & think if a japanese character has blonde hair and blue eyes it makes them white! meaning that should white people cosplay this blonde hair and blue eyes character it’s okay! and due to racism, whenever poc individuals — especially black cosplayers — attempt their own version, they’re attacked with how the character isn’t whatever race the cosplayer is and are overall scum bags. the character isn’t even white the mass majority of the time either so I don’t understand the anger they have over that detail except they’re racist pigs.

now, about the race bending, I think it’s because we westerners want to see ourselves within these characters. they’re like headcanons, if you will. just like you might headcanon bakugou to eventually become hard of hearing or deaf, or how you headcanon that midoriya izuku will lose all his limbs and need a robot arm and legs, these are just personal headcanons that make the character more tuned to how everyone wishes them to be.

now this is a western issue so i speak largely for america.

the underlying issue, I think, is racism. white people, whether they like it or not, have a social advantage over everyone. things will always sort of be for them, look like them, accept them. white people will never have to wonder if the newest movie coming out will have a poc lead because they tend to have it be white people. white people never have to worry about if their foundation color is in stock or even exists in the first place because the system makes it so that it’s there for them, or if not, it’s just two blocks away. white people don’t have to worry about if they will see a face that looks like them on all forms of media because european standards are whats it. we are curated in a society where we should want the lighter hair, the lighter skin, the lighter eyes, the button nose, and thin figure. & I understand that beauty standards and ideas are shifting, but if you’re unable to see that people used to shame, put down, and harass other people for having such traits before (and even still right now harass people for having the features they want as well), I guess you’re one of the naive few.

now, because in western countries, not being able to see yourself in any characters on the tv shows (with real people or animated), some people choose to simply take it into their own hands. so they take their favorite characters and decide that they’ll give it a spin to make it look like them. I don’t think anyone really bends the race and goes “damn they should really be fucking latino, what a waste they’re not!” because I really don’t think anyone’s that...intense???? that’s not the right word, but I can’t seem to find it rn. it’s simply for fun and to show other people who also don’t see themselves in these forms of media a way in!

most importantly, I think, is that when characters are turned into different ethnicities it’s other people who come out and say they’re doing it wrong & taunt them with how they would feel if they turned someone white. if i’m being especially honest, most anime characters could definitely be white in my eyes had I never known it originates from japan simply because of the way they’re drawn. they’re putting down people who are simply expanding their creativity and wanting to see a familiar face because western media continues to fail in serving its largely ethnic population.

personally, I don’t think we westerners have the right to demand more black, latino, arabic, whatever characters in anime because the fact is japan owes us nothing. we should be demanding and continuing to harass america to include poc characters because we aren’t involved in japan. (& i’m not saying that japan should just continue to serve only pure japanese characters because they do have their own intermixed population that isn’t just of japanese decent, but I think if they want us to aid their voices i’m here for it, but I won’t be the one demanding anything from a country that isn’t mine when it comes to this form of media. )

so, to me, the reason why it’s okay for poc to change the race but not white people is because racism in america lol. white people got it good on screen & the fact that it really really bothers some people is a bit scary considering the stats on how many movies and tv shows involve main white casts.

my unpopular opinion to all this, however, is I really dislike latino!sero because the spanglish people use for him makes me think that no one writing him is actually any type of latino & i’m sorta tired and a bit offended by the sexy latin lover thing. plus it sorta seems to me that my fellow latinos only use that trope because white people think it’s hot & since they carry more weight then they think; creators keep it up to seem cool or whatever idk. so it’s not my cup of tea as a mexicana 😗✌🏽

edit:

I also think when people race bend characters to other forms of poc it’s a positive expression and something done to make people happy! but typically when the characters are bent to be “white” it’s done as an attack in a way towards poc people & not done because they want to be included in a world, ya know?

[whyralltheusernamestaken]

hi! just wanted to drop a request, hope you don't mind! i'm down for some sappy shit rn so throw some nasty angst of prohero!bakugo x s/o. maybe bakugo cheating on his s/o, that led to a big fight, then break up, but bakugo realizes he loves his s/o — something like that. make it as angst as you can. hope it's not too much, thank you!

I am so so SO sorry for not doing this sooner, I’ve taken a few months off I’m so sorry, I don’t even know if you will see this ahah. 

Warning : swearing, cheating 

Word count : 862

~~~

Royally 

It all seemed to happen too quickly. 

One moment you lay happily in his arms, your head resting softly on his chest as you watched the movie together, his fingers entwined with yours and then the next you had his phone in your hand, clicking on the message he had just received, the chat box opening to dozens of photos shared between the pair.

Who was she? And why was she sending nudes to your boyfriend. Or maybe the better question would be, why was he sending them back? 

Your finger automatically started scrolling, revealing the hundreds of back and forth material from the pair. He had even be texting her during your birthday! He was your boyfriend for crying out loud, and yet here he was sexting other women behind your back? You were sure that was only the tip of the iceberg, the texts leading you to the conclusion that they had indeed met up in real life more than once. 

You sat frozen on the couch, your eyes glazed over and as you stared in the direction from which Bakugou would be walking back. As you hear the flush of the toilet and his footsteps growing, you felt your initial shock turn into a fury, seething from your mouth as you watched him come back into view. 

“You are disgusting.” you snarled, chucking his phone back to him carelessly as he fumbled to catch it. 

“What the actual fuck, what has gotten into you?” You stared back in silence, hands on your waist as you gestured to his phone with your head and eyes.  

He felt his breath catch in his throat as he slowly lifted it up and unlocked his, the chatroom wide open. He was caught, he knew so. It was his fault, and yet his pride only made things worse, the thought of being a deer caught in the headlights slowly settled in him and he exploded him phone in his grasp. 

“Did I give permission for you to go through my phone?” he shouted, chucking the remains to the floor as he marched up to you on the couch. 

“And now everything’s my fault?” you shouted back, throwing your hands up in the air. “I’m not going to just ignore the fact that you’re seeing other people behind my back Katsuki.”

He opened his mouth to reply but you cut him off, continuing your rant. “I told you at the very beginning, I’ve already told you. I’m okay with you breaking things off if you want to see other women, I’d understand that and you bloody promised me you wouldn’t cheat. Some fucking hero you are.”

His hands continue to release explosions as he walked closer and closer towards you. He was fuming too, but you didn’t understand why he was mad. "You’ve fucked up Katsuki. You have, and we both know that, but if you’re going to be so childish and refuse to acknowledge that, then I don’t even understand why we’re dating. I don’t want to be with some cowardly boy.” you spat, grabbing you phone and bag and fast walking to the door. 

“Come back here Y/N.” he screamed, but his feet stayed frozen to the ground as you slammed the door. He fell backwards, sitting down on the couch with his head in his hands. 

He had fucked up royally. 

~~~

You sat quietly in the passenger side as Momo drove you back to her house. 

“Would you like to talk about it?” she asked softly, slowing down the car as the lights turned red. 

You stayed silent for a few more moments before sighing, wiping away the tears from your eyes. “I just-” you started, pausing to take a deep breath and you watched the light turn back to green. “Is it my fault?” 

“No of course not sweetie.” she reassured you, stepping on the gas. 

“I don’t understand. Where did everything go wrong. I thought we were both happy but obviously that wasn’t true in his case.” you ranted, running your fingers through your hair. “I made it so clear that I hate getting cheated on. He could’ve just broken up with me.” 

“Perhaps he didn’t want to hurt you.”

“And he totally didn’t hurt me now? What kind of fucked up logic is that? To keep me happy by not telling me? I just wish there were warning signs. Something to tell me, oh, your boyfriend of three years doesn’t love you anymore and is seeing people behind your back. I’m so stupid, how could I have no seen any red flags? How blind was I?” you screamed, gripping your bag even more tightly as you felt your eyes tear up again. 

“I just don’t know why I’m not good enough.” you sobbed. You felt the car come to a halt and Momo reached over, wrapping her arms around you shoulders and stroking your hair as you cried for what was probably the 4th time that evening. 

~~~

His friends were beyond worried for him. 

He had buried himself in even more hero work than usual, returning to his apartment alone at the early hours of the morning. 

They had tried all sorts of things, such as inviting him to the club. He had gone once, after hours of convincing from Kirishima, and yet the night ended with him ridiculously drunk and bitter. That was the last time they had ever suggested going to a bar ever again, and the boys tried to think of other ways to help. 

Therapy? No, he blew up in the reception. Asking Mina? She had simply told him the truth, and that was that he was in the wrong and you had every reason to leave him. Hero work? That was the only solution they could come up with. It was unhealthy, for sure, but it took his mind off his faults and he buried himself in the paperwork, rather than someone else’s legs. 

He had cut off all ties with the girls he spoke to, wishing he had done so months prior, but he knew that not even a quirk could help him right the mistakes he made in your relationship. 

He had called you millions of times, around twenty calls a day during the first week you left him. The one time you had picked up was the night he was drunk, and after that, you blocked his number. 

He felt utter despair. 

The person who had been by his side since the first day of high school and eventually had become his partner now wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn’t live with the guilt that consumed him. 

He loved you. 

He truly did. But he could never appreciate you or hold you again because he fucked up. 

Royally. 

[myherogroundzero]

under the mistletoe with you (todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, kaminari, kirishima, shinsou, dabi)

A/N: just some christmas headcanons with the best boys :) i hope you like it!!! also, merry christmas eve haha!!

warnings: language, mentions of the greased weasel tango

summary: you do whatever you can to get under the mistletoe with the above mentioned characters, even if it means strategically placing it all over the place just to make it happen

shouto todoroki

he was honestly completely oblivious as to what you were trying to do

such a sweet, innocent boy

he was very confused by your odd requests to go to this place instead of that one (even when they led to the same destination???)

but he followed anyway to appease you

which meant that getting him under the mistletoe was very simple

but getting him to understand was a different story

he wasnt very exposed to love between two people (*cough* endeavor you piece of shit *cough*)

so he wasnt very... knowledged in the art of christmas traditions, to say the least

the two of you walked under the mistletoe

you literally stop abruptly and turn around to face him

todoroki: ????????? what???????

you grin at him with that all too familiar glint in your eyes before you point upwards

he looks up and raises his eyebrow

like um... what do you want

but when you wrap your arms around his neck and get on your tippy toes

he starts to realise what you want

he gives you that FUCKING ADORABLE LITTLE SMILE OF HIS UGH

and you smile right back before you lean in and kiss him

he can’t help but smile against your lips because he loves you and its beautiful :((

his hands would be on your hips

everything feels perfect because you are with him

katsuki bakugou

(this is not mine but i wish i was this talented honestly)

he doesnt listen to a word you say

literally he has zero obedience of any kind

but mostly, it’s because he knows exactly what youre up to

all those mischievous grins? all those bribes to go into the kitchen? he doesnt buy it for one second

nice try bucko, but hes not giving you what you want

even tho lowkey??? he wants it too

but he wouldnt admit that

because hes a stubborn bitch

but damn, you do look adorable in your christmas pajamas

honestly, for him it’s become a test of self-restraint

but he seemed to have underestimated how smart you really are

you saw him going through the hallway back to the living room and you bolted

you had, unbeknownst to him, placed multiple mistletoe around the house

you’d caught him by surprised so he had stopped in his tracks when he saw you rush past him

you realise you may have ran too fast, because hes not under the mistletoe; you are

he chuckles before walking to you, grabbing your hips, and pulling you to him

he finally gave in and kissed you

you ran your fingers through his hair while he deepend the kiss

all in all, it got pretty heated

but even though hes kinda mean to you

and a little rough when it comes to affection (not that we mind right?)

youre his princess 🥺

hes even sure to tell you that because um??? you deserve the WORLD

yeah he loves you

a lot

izuku midoriya

THIS BOY

hes so WHOLESOME

he wants to make you the happiest person in the WORLD

literally ask him to do anything and he will

hes so whipped for you its not even funny

“izuku? baby, come here!”

he’s up in seconds, no joke

he’s right by your side, mostly because he thought you were hurt

but then he sees your gorgeous smile and hes confused

of course, him being the subby baby that he is, does not initiate kisses normally (emphasis on normally)

so without hesitation, you grab his shirt and smash your lips against his

again, hes confused as HELL??? but hes not complaining

“what was that for, y/n?”

you give him the most innocent look and he doesnt believe it for a MINUTE

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE SPAWN OF SATAN

but that’s beside the point

you smile and point up to the mistletoe above your heads

he smiles and kisses you one more time (initiation? only sometimes)

“you’re so cute.”

and of course, because you have no self control, you kiss him O N E more time

because hes just too cute

and honestly theres no one you’d rather spend your christmas with

denki kaminari

okay, PLOT TWIST

hes the one trying to kiss YOU

but without his knowledge, you too are trying to kiss him

but you both have two different plans LMAO

“denki baby, come outside with me!”

“okay but consider this: what if you came to the bedroom with me?”

“but... outside?”

“but i wanna show you something!”

literally it’s just you two arguing about who should go where with the other

and both of you happen to be too dense to realise the intentions of the other

but you being the evil son of a bitch you are, you do whatever to get your way

even if that means... bribing denki 😏

“denki i’ll leave your ass, come with me.”

the romance is alive

but he follows you because??? are you joking or not??? he cant FUCKING TELL

you stop in the doorway and look at him

then it hits him

he beams at you and gives you the sweetest kiss

his kisses taste like sunshine

you melt immediately, a tingling feeling spreading from your toes to your fingers

you love this crackhead so much

but youre also a crackhead

like you both radiate MASSIVE crackhead energy

but theres nothing quite like being mentally unstable with the person you love

eijirou kirishima

hes kind of like midoriya?

wants to make you the happiest

but like hes not quite as subby

more of a switch honestly but thats not important

basically, you tell him to come with you

he does it

no questions asked

you grin and jump up to wrap your legs around his waist

he reacts immediately, placing his hands under your thighs to hold you up

you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently as you kiss him

bro this boy has it BAD for you

how did he get so lucky???

youre so perfect???

marry him rn tbh

hitoshi shinsou

this sarcastic son of a bitch can take me

but anyway, he’s a great time really

he’s like the perfect mixture of good, affectionate boyfriend and funny, sarcastic, playful boyfriend

but hes not whipped

you tell him to do something?

“yeah? or what, kitten?”

honestly you want to kill him

but restraint and patience is the key to a healthy and good life

in other words, you dont really have a healthy and good life

just kidding

sort of

but anyway

“hitoshi, darling, you know i love you, right?

“what the fuck do you want?”

his suspicions are REAL

there is NO TRUST WHEN IT COMES TO YOU

you fucking psycho

no but anyway, getting him under the mistletoe is unsuccessful

but you do get kisses from him

he doesnt even need to use his quirk to persuade you into sitting on his lap

youre there in a heartbeat

he peppers your neck and jaw with kisses before he gets to your lips

and with each kiss, you feel your skin tingle and your cheeks burn

he had your whole heart

this smug bitch knew it too

and he used that fact to his advantage, but he’d be lying if he said you didnt have his heart too

hes a little bitch but you love him

dabi

HE IS THE BIGGEST BITCH OUT THERE

but good GOD is he hot

anyway

yeah he goes under the mistletoe with you pretty willingly

probably because he thinks hes gonna get some

but???

today is the day of JESUS

and he needs to read a fucking bible first of all

he still genuinely loves you though

“dabi, come under the mistletoe with me!”

“why? can’t you just come here and kiss me? my lap is much more comfortable, if you really think about it.”

you roll your eyes at that

“but it’s tradition! come on babe, please?”

he sighed

really loudly

as if you asked him to do the most BORING thing in the world

but he got up and came over to you

he pushed you up against the doorframe and kissed you without any warning

your hands rested on his chest as you kissed back, trying to put more force in

he had no problem overpowering you though

he’s a fucking DOM and theres no argument in that

massive dick energy 😎

what was supposed to be a slow and sweet kiss QUICKLY got heated and sloppy

he moved from your lips to your jaw and neck

you were a panting mess

and then he hit that s p e c i a l spot on your neck

and man it was over

you were not going to get out of this one

you were going to have a l o n g night

not that that was much of a problem

you loved him just as much as he loved you

spending the night committing the sinful dance of frickle frackle with him would be magical

lmfao jk this is a strictly christian blog, there’ll be no frick or frack on this HOLY DAY OF GOD