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Twin Wolves Ghost of Yotei (2025)
#luvlife ꩜ katsuki bakugou ⋆·˚ ༘ *
synopsis. katsuki wants to know why you're staring at everyone today. and, most importantly, why everyone except him ?!
cw. nothin big i think ! readers is kinda weird n its okay embrace your inner weirdo to be cringe is to be weirdo, either way katsuki's into it bad lol, cussing. cut him some slack he's nervous
a/n. short bday post(wasnt originally but i remembered hey today birfday! lol), i had funsies making this banner i wish i could've used it for something better lol but i fink this is cutesie(then again ive got free will for a reason i could use it again if i want to will keep in mind) the title of this is the name of the song that ppl use in that mii trend i think it's so cute omg i need NEED THIS GAME GIMME IT
you're going around asking all your classmates to get a look at their faces.
it was definitely weird at first, the way you walked up to kirishima and told him to sit still for a couple seconds. especially because all you did afterwards was nod and walk off, but everyone is pretty much used to your antics. they were endearing in a way...so he's heard. not that katsuki finds you endearing.
it really would freak out anybody unfamiliar how kaminari, sero, midoriya, iida, shoji... all your friends simply seem so damn eager to help you in whatever it is you were doing. no questions asked. guess you could say class A was bonded in that way.
katsuki wonders what the hell was up with that...but more importantly, he bitterly wonders why you hadn't walked up to him yet.
it's stupid, you were just doing something stupid again. still, it wasn't like you to shut him out of your stupidities. he thought you were somewhat close enough to have him included, yet you avoided him like the plague. there weren't that many people in your class--what, did you think you were too good to look at his face or something ?
..what's wrong with his face anyway ?!
nothing. of course there's nothing wrong with his damn face and he knows that (he'd checked the bathroom mirror earlier and nothing seemed out of place at least). you definitely weren't scared of him..at least he hopes thinks so. the way you never failed to run your mouth sure made it seem like you liked him enough to bother him. so what the fuck was your deal now ?
finally, after classes end, katsuki catches you outside of class 3-B. he'd just been gotten a drink from the vending machine and decides--
fuck it.
"oi."
you look up at him, blinking in surprise before your face settles again. katsuki analyses you, you don't seem mad. he wants to hit himself for worrying so much about how you feel.
"hi." you respond casually, happy. the relief in flowing through his chest feels like a breath of fresh air in a sunny, flowery field. yuck. he should stop thinking.
as casually as he can he cracks open the can of soda he bought, groaning when a few fizzles spurt onto his finger. "what're doin' standin' here like an idiot ?"
you don't ask him the easy question of why he's so curious to know what you're doing, the snide comment he made doesn't even distabilise you a little bit. you never did what katsuki expected you to. maybe that was what made you so interesting to him, regrettably. you definitely kept him on his toes.
you softly rock forward and back on your heels, a soft hum slips past your lips "i'm waiting for tetsutetsu. i need his face."
that was definitely a sentence. to hear on a tuesday.
"...the fuck did you just say ? "
"i need to...see, his face."
you seem to realise yourself that the response was absurd, and katsuki should feel insulted when you laugh in his face but he's sure that if he were to see his expression from another point of view it'd make him chuckle a bit.
"it's for my game." you continue explaining when katsuki raises a brow, mouth occupied with his drink "my tomodachi life island, i'm adding all my friends to it. i don't wanna make any mistakes on the faces, you know ? i promised tetsu i'd add him to my island, so i'm waiting for him now." you say, tone now a bit more cheerful.
katsuki feels his expression sour at the affectionate nickname, he gulps back his drink "and you're gonna corner him to stare at his face like you've been doing with everyone else all day ?"
you nod assuredly "yup."
"tch," he scoffs. figures you'd ask someone from the whole other class before him. not that he cares or anything.
you tilt your head, stepping a bit closer and katsuki almost jumps out of his skin. he hates how you make him feel, how every one of your movements no matter how small throws him off completely.
"you're mad ?"
"no." comes his quick, sharp response. his eyes won't meet yours after a couple seconds of your stare down match. you have those often, granted katsuki thinks you might not see them as matches like he does. you watch him like a docile bird but he feels like prey under your gaze.
he moves back to make space between you both but you step closer. his breath gets caught in his throat, grip now tight on his soda can. "oi-"
"why are you mad ?"
"i'm not fuckin' mad." he hisses through gritted teeth.
you snicker after a pause, clearly not convinced. and you tell him so. because you always believed katsuki needs your opinion on him.
"you're a terrible liar."
usually, katsuki likes that you're so outspoken. it was one of many things thing he respected about you. he also sort of liked how you laughed. it was soft and airy and it trails off at the edges, fading for only him to hear in instances like this. like the soft smell of your perfume that tickles his nose and--
"tetsu sure is taking a while, i wanna add him to my island already. i want to make him friends with kiri." you sigh, your complaint trailing off into a whine.
katsuki snaps out of his daydream to roll his eyes, this time making sure to take a full step away from you, as casually as he could. he chooses to stand a bit next to you, leaning against the wall.
"can't believe you'd waste your time on this shit..." he grumbles, he can't watch his tone enough for it not to sound bitter before it's already out.
"oh, bakugou, you buzzkill.." your eyes widen and you turn your stupid face at him with the smallest hint of a smirk, eyes twinkiling with thoughts katsuki already knows he'll hate. his lip curls up into a frown.
"i hate that face. whatever you're thinkin' fuckin'--stop.'"
"do you wanna be on my island ?"
you say it quickly, arms behind your back to fiddle at your hands excitedly. you talk like you're trying not to scare off a wounded animal. it should feel insulting, but an unknown instinct in him prepares to hiss.
"that's not what the fuck i said."
"but it's what the fuck you meant." you respond without missing a beat, completely straight faced despite what you just said. katsuki catches the laugh building in his throat too late until it clogs weirdly and he clears his throat to pretend it didn't happen.
and clearly it doesn't work to fool you, you smile a little wider.
"that's funny i...i was gonna ask you if you wanted to be in it, actually." you mutter, eyes drifting downards and away from his now. his ears prick up at your words despite himself.
"so..why didn't you ?" he mutters, trying not to sound overly eager.
you shrug casually, too casual for katsuki who feels like flicking you on the forehead for causing him so much distress over something so stupid.
"just thought you didn't want to.." you admit "i wasn't going to force you to be a resident against your will."
he huffs, remembering not to let his arms drop since he still has a drink in his hand. he chugs the remainder of his drink down, then turns and chucks it in the trashcan behind him.
"well...you're not hearing me say no, are you ?"
"well, technically you just did."
"cus you fuckin--accused me of sayin' shit i didn't say." he scoffs.
you roll your eyes but thankfully, you let him have this. "well bakugou, can i add you to my island ?" you smile widely, eyes crinkling at the corners.
he raises a brow, this time actually shoving his hands in his pockets "y'not gonna stare into my soul like with the other guys ?" he jokes.
this time you splutter, eyes darting around you. you quickly look off to nothing in particular to your right. "i don't need to look at your face."
his eyebrows furrow, insulted "fuck does that mean ?! why not ?"
"cus...cus !" you insist weakly. your lips pull down into a small pout and katsuki hates how cute he finds it. you look stupidly cute.
he scoffs. "that doesn't mean anything, just so you know."
"i already know what your face looks like--i'm already looking at you." you shoot back quietly, face completely turned away from him now, glued to the floor, staring holes into the tile below your feet.
pride bubbles in his chest. finally, he has the upper hand. for once, you're the one stumble over your words about him catch you off guard. thinking he might start to enjoy this too much, he takes his chance and steps a bit closer.
"well, now y'not..." he drawls lowly, "you don't wanna miss any details, right ? i'll get pissed off if you get my face wrong, i'll start a fuckin' riot on your island."
your shoulder shake with a giggle. then, with a sigh, you finally look up at him. katsuki hates how quickly his heart beats, how quickly he feels nearly cornered again. how thrilling it all feels. you tilt your head and he stares back, challenging, raising a brow.
katsuki doesnt know how long he sits there letting you look at him, but he nows he won't to stop you for however long you feel like standing here playing this game. he can't have you know that thought, so he speaks again, sarcastically.
"takin' your sweet time, huh ?"
your nose scrunches up and you playfully frown at him, tutting. "my island is on the line here. can't make any mistakes," you tease.
"besides i wanna...get you right. you've got a lot of details."
"m'pretty sure human faces should have a lot of details."
you rolls your eyes, but they dont stray far. he doesn't want them to."it's different right now..." you whisper.
"different..?" he utters just as quietly. he leans in slowly, so close now he can see your lashes flutter in surprise. yet, you don't move.
"yeah, you're...different," your eyes flick down to his lips before locking with his again. "in a good way."
katsuki gulps, his eyes flutter shut before he blinks then back open, you follow the movement with utmost focus.
it makes him dizzy, but you won't look away, and neither will he. he definitely doesn't plan on breaking first but he'll admit you're a worthy opponent. he can't tell if the way your eyes dart across his face means you're still analysing him or if this was something completely differnt now.
who was he kidding...whatever it was, so long as it was you he couldn't find it in himself to complain. or tell you to stop. because the truth is that he doesn't want to either when he thinks to lean forward again. just a little more--
"oh ! hiya, yn ! and the explosion guy !"
just as quickly as it happened the moment's over. a small shriek slips past your lips, katsuki's just quick enough to miss you almost headbutting him. your head whips around dumbly searching for the source of your interruption. you relax when you realise that metal freak finally appeared. just as quickly as you'd been batting your eyelashes at him your face hardens, your shoulders square up at attention.
"a-ah, tetsu ! c'mere, i need your face !"
"huh ?!"
katsuki wonders if there's a way to kill people in your game.
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MOGARI👻SHISHIKUNO
— no chance, no way, i won't say (i'm in love)
synopsis: it was already lunch time and you still weren't bugging zanka out of his wits end. so naturally, he goes to your room to check up on you, only to find out you were sick
— something short and sweet for Zanka <3 — tags: zanka nijiku x gn! reader, denial of feelings, feeling realisation - kinda, romance, fluff, a sprinkle of light angst if you squint hard enough ig, zanka really doesn't wanna face his feelings for you lol, sick! reader — consider this my first torpe! zanka fic hehe ─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──
YOU WEREN'T PRESENT during breakfast, which was perfectly normal considering you usually sleep in during your day off—and Zanka was fairly certain today was one of those. So, he didn't mind your absence, no matter how much it left a rather large void in his heart.
Nope. He wasn't about to unpack those feelings. Not now. Not ever. Abso-fucking-lutely not. Thank you very much.
But when lunchtime started to creep in and there was still no sign of you, he was willing to admit that his stomach churn uncomfortably.
By now, you should already be up and about, annoying him with that sickly sweet smile of yours, walking down the hall beside him with arms just a bit too close to his, and staring at him with those pretty eyes of yours like he was the only damn person in your line of sight.
Yeah. Safe to say he didn't like not having you around.
Not that he was going to publicly admit that.
And so, he steeled himself with the only excuse he could muster: He was just doing a teammate wellness check. Yeah, one of those stuff. Not worrying, or panicking. Just a good old checking on why you weren't present during breakfast and still not by his side right now. Repeating over and over again that he was just doing a wellness check on a teammate.
There wasn't any other reason as to why he hurried his way down to your room, heart beating loudly against his ears as his chest heaved in and out of exhaustion. There wasn't any reason why he stood frozen in front of your door just a second too long because he hesitated on knocking.
Would it be respect to only knock once, or should he do the standard three times and then, calling out your name? But, what if you had a particular set of knocking you liked done to announce a person's presence?
Damn, he was overthinking all of these too much.
He knocked, three times before calling out your name in a hushed tone. "Ya there?" he asked, pressing closer to the door with a hand resting on the knob. "Ya weren't at breakfast, an' it's already lunch. Riyo's been buggin' me to fetch ya or else Rudo's gon' eat yer share of the sweets."
There was no reply, only suffocating silence that weighed heavily on Zanka's shoulders.
He tried again, voice pressed through clenched teeth. "[Name], ya still asleep or what?" Again, you didn't reply, which only deepened the gnawing worry inside him.
Zanka's jaw tightened as he dragged a hand through his hair, one foot mindlessly tapping against the floor.
He should probably report this to Semiu. She would know what to do since she handled stuff like these with Gris and Enjin, whenever the two men drink too much on a workday. On the other hand, the itch inside him was relentless. It glued him to the floor, wouldn't allow him to take even a step away from your door which was starting to look rather menacingly in his eyes.
His hand twisted the knob, and your door creaked open.
Instantly, worry flooded his chest, colder than anything he'd expected.
His eyes immediately zoned to your bed. You were curled awkwardly around a pillow, hair plastered messily to your face, body swallowed in thick blankets as your chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern.
It was odd, definitely odd. You weren't the type to bundle yourself up even in the dead of a winter night.
He stepped inside, the noise echoing hollowly as dread coiled in his gut, clawing at his skin and nerves like parasites. "[Name]...?" he called softly. "Hey, you okay...?" He finally went over you, gently pushing away strands of your hair, only to jerk back at the blistering heat of your skin.
"Shit! Yer burnin' up!" he hissed, eyes widening. He didn't bother hiding his panic as he carefully rolled you onto your back.
Your cheeks and forehead were flushed red, beads of sweat rolling down to your damp duvet. Uneven and shallow breathing left your pale lips, like each one hurt a little more than the last.
Your eyes cracked open, hazy and unfocused as you squinted at him. "Zan... ka? What're... you doing... here? What time... is... it?"
“The better question is why in the hell ya didn't tell anyone ya were this sick?!” he snapped, pressing a hand to your forehead again. Fuck, it was honestly a feat on how high your temperature was. "Damn it—ya could fry an egg on yer face!"
Zanka's sharp words betrayed his panic-soft hands, gently fixing your blankets and lifting your head just enough to support you. Carefully, he sat the edge of your bed, just close enough to feel your immense warmth through the layers of fabrics. He scanned the room, cursing quietly at the overturned, dried-up cup of water on the floor.
"...How long've ya been like this?"
"...Since morning, I think..." you murmured. "I tried to... get outta bed for breakfast, but... got too dizzy... and just collapsed on bed again..."
You then chuckled, voice hoarse. It tugged something inside Zanka. "Think I stayed too long in the polluted zone yesterday... I'll be fine... just gotta... sleep it off, that's all..."
Zanka nearly choked on his saliva, eyebrows raised to his forehead. "Sleep—?! Yer as red as Rudo's beady lil' eyes an' ya think sleep's gon' help ya?!"
You nodded, a small smile plastered on your lips. "Mhmm... just like old times..."
He shot up, heart beating way too loudly in his ears as he moved with a burst of frantic energy he didn't quite understand himself. He fetched a small bowl of water from your bathroom, soaked a clean towel, wrung it out, and returned to your side in record time.
"Hold still," he mumbled, gently pressing the cool towel to your forehead. Your body relaxed instantly, breath easing through your nose as you sighed, falling deeper into your bed. Zanka let out a sigh of his own—full of relief that he didn't realise he'd been holding this entire time.
For a moment, the room fell still.
Zanka's knee bounced restlessly, the small bowl of water splashing against his pants. His fingers tapped against the bed. His lips parted and sealed again. His eyes were locked onto your face, intently watching your content smile while he ran the cool towel on your reddish skin repeatedly
Again, that same large void gnawed inside him like a beast. It twitched and turned at the unfamiliar sight of you—like everything about this was just wrong. You weren't supposed to look like you've just returned from a dangerous battle involving some kind of poison. You were supposed to be smiling by his side, the only redness on your face meant to be on your cheeks when he finally humoured your oh-so-delicious compliments—
Nope. Nuh uh. He refused to acknowledge it. Not a chance. No way.
He huffed, finding himself ridiculous before his eyes returned to your face.
"...Ya know," he started quietly, "yer real annoyin' when ya get sick."
He paused, sighing, as he dragged a hand through his hair again. "Yer annoyin' when yer healthy too, but... this is worse. A lot worse." He grimaced at himself, the honesty slipping out faster than he could filter it. "'Cause I don't know what the hell to do with myself when ya ain't 'round with that smile of yers," he muttered, voice barely audible as his finger mindlessly traced from your forehead to your cheek.
Zanka then froze, brain buffering, trying to digest his own words. Mortified, his eyes flicked toward you—luckily, your eyes were shut, chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm that soothed his fried nerves.
Good.
Thank the sky.
He'd sooner throw himself back into that damn well than let you hear that. No doubt you would be teasing him about it for three to five business weeks.
He leaned back, staring up at the dull ceiling as he silently cursed himself for not having enough self-control. Yet, despite that, he knew the softness in his expression was completely betraying him right now.
A soft sound escaped you as you shifted, and instantly he was leaning forward again—one hand fixing your blanket, adjusting your pillow, and brushing gentle fingers across your temple while balancing the bowl of water on his lap with surprising precision.
His stare lingered on your face for a moment, taking in your peaceful expression. The way your complexion slowly returned to its original warmth, your lashes resting softly against your cheeks, your cute nose, and your partially-opened lips with soft snores whispering out of them.
Zanka let a small, relieved smile tug his lips upward. The void in his heart was no more, instead, it was thrumming with loud drums and a roaring engine. It filled him with lightness—like his world was back to its original axis after a devastating fall. Like seeing you breathe easy again let something inside him breathe too.
"...I'll stay 'til ya wake up," he whispered, voice unnaturally soft in the silent room. "I'll be here to help ya get better an' better, jus' like yer always there for me..."
Dispatchin' ain't easy... 📞
Robert Robertson X Teacher!Reader Headcannons
•When Robert first met you and found out about your career, he thought it was the sweetest thing in the world. In fact, he was worried that you were way too sweet and innocent for him because of it.
•However, this thought quickly went away when he realized your humor and vocabulary was just as vulgar and explicit as his, if not more.
•Both of your alarms are set for the same early hour so that you can get up and use the SDN gym together (technically it’s for employees only, but no one ever stops you)
•Because both of your jobs pay like shit, you probably only have one car to share, meaning after the gym you drive to work and leave him at the office. That also means you get to pick him up from work everyday after you leave the school.
•Inevitably, you picking him up from work means that the Z-Team sees you and asks Robert TONS of questions about who the hot chick that picks him up everyday is. He tells them all about you and what you do for work, his eyes glowing as he talks about the love of his life.
•You have a photo of you, Robert, and Beef on your desk- the same one he now has on his desk.
•Whenever you talk about Robert to your class, you always call him ‘Mr. Robertson.’ For example…
“Let’s go in a circle and share something fun we are doing over winter break! Mr. Robertson and I are going to go see the Christmas lights in town!”
•Those kids as NOSEY- always asking you about Robert and what he likes to do, what you two did over the weekend, etc.
•Their obsession over him definitely started when you told them that he works with superheroes everyday. They lost their damn minds over that- took a good few minutes to quiet down the classroom after that one.
•The kids also can’t get enough of Beef. You have a picture of him in your morning slides that are displayed at the beginning of class each day. They’re ALWAYS asking for new Beef pictures.
•Whenever you have to cut things out or prep activities, you make Robert help you out the night before. He’ll always pretend to complain, but he secretly loves that quiet time with you. On the couch, your legs draped over his while the tv is on in the background and you chat while cutting out 20-something copies of the same thing.
•You also pack both of your lunches everyday. He always feels bad and insists that you don’t need to go through all of that trouble for him- that he can just grab something at the vending machine. You assure him that it’s no trouble at all and you would rather have him eat an actual meal instead of Twinkies.
•In return, he makes coffee for you both every morning. He knows exactly how you like your coffee and what your favorite travel mug is.
•Whenever you’ve had an extra hard day, he can tell as soon as he gets in the car. Once you two step into your shared apartment he pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head, letting you sink into him and finally relax.
•He actually tried implementing some of your behavior tactics when he first started with the Z-Team, but they caught on immediately and called him out for treating them like children.
•Speaking of children, when that conversation finally starts, there’s a WHOLE list of names that are now off the table because of their correlation to students.
•Anytime you tell him stories about your day or gush about how much you love your students and how they love you back, his heart feels like it’s going to explode. He can’t fathom how he ended up with someone so caring filled with passion- but he’s grateful for it everyday and makes sure you know that.
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Def something a little different- haven’t seen this done before so lmk if you like it or actually want a little fic based off of this (or if you totally despise it). It’s lowkey just a self insert LOL but that just means I’m an expert on the subject😎
i've come onto tumblr to say that im inlove with him, in the new episodes of dispatch they NEED to let this man be fucked good... but they wont, sigh.
Hi!! I love your writing!! Could you please write something for Finnick x fem!reader post-rebellion where she can’t handle storms anymore because of the noise and what happened during the rebellion?
thank you sweetheart! and thanks for the prompt <3
Finnick Odair x fem!reader who can't handle thunder [1.4k words]
CW: PTSD, flashbacks, anxiety, a disgusting amount of petnames, fluff
Finnick cursed to himself as he rushed out of the water to grab his towel.
He’d gotten up early this morning to a grey sky that felt heavy and oppressive; dampness settling on his skin from the open window as he looked out at the sea. He knew the chances of a storm were high, but he had hoped he’d be home after a quick swim before the thunder started.
He miscalculated.
He could feel the rumble in his chest as the clouds boomed above him, and he spared one look at the direction of his seaside cottage before rushing out of the water and up the sand and stone path.
He took the stairs up to the porch that led to your bedroom two at a time, hardly caring that he was still dripping with sea water and trailing sand into the house.
You weren’t in bed where he left you.
He took his own steadying breath at your absence, reminding himself that you were in the house and Snow was dead; he couldn’t get to you. No one could get to you. You were safe.
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
I hate when I crave and want and desire like girl if you don’t shut the fuck up and stare at the wall
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work