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“When will y’all realize your comfort character wouldn’t want to touch you so you shouldn’t fantasize about them”
That’s literally the point. I’m touch adverse. I’m here for a sarcastic asshole who can and would go toe to toe with me with verbal assault and put my life at risk.
when i say i love villains i mean the hot sexy ones who have very few friends and are secretly in love with their "enemy." not the racist, misogynistic, classist, homophobic ones who do shit because of their archaic beliefs.
you have to disrespect and disregard everyone equally for it to be sexy
Hi!! Could u do a bakugou where he brings up the subject of marriage n s/o says she doesn’t want that or kids and she’s scared he’ll leave her but Baku assures her he’ll stay w her forever? Tyy
S/o doesn’t want to get married or have kids
I’m sorry this is so late!
So I feel like before he met you he didn’t necessarily want those things either
But the more he fell in love with you the more he thought about it
And the more he was okay with the idea of settling down with marriage and kids
But he of course wanted your opinion on the matter before he could start fantasizing about it
So one day when the two of you were just casually lounging around watching tv, he decided to ask you the question
When he saw that you were hesitating to answer he quickly dismissed the question and went back to watching tv
Little did you know his thoughts were spiraling in his head
He started to overthink, thinking that you didn’t want to get married to him or have kids with him because he was too much to handle or that he would be a bad dad or that you were falling out of love with him
When the two of you got into bed for the night, he asked you the question again, and this time waited for you to answer
You again took a few seconds to answer and that made him nervous
When you told him that you didn’t find marriage important in a relationship and thought about it more on the legal side of things he was confused at first
Confused whether he had failed as a boyfriend and that why you thought that way about it
But you reassured him that you had that idea for longer then you’ve known him
He just nods his head but keeps quiet, not sure what else to say
And as for kids you told him that you didn’t want your body to go through that and that you didn’t feel like you could handle the stress and responsibility of raising a child
Honestly, Katsuki hadn’t thought about those things, he just liked the idea of a baby version of you and him mixed running around and being proud of their achievements ect
He completely understand why you meant and held you tighter when you asked if it changed anything between the two of you
He loves you to bits and nothing like that can change that
Hi Whiz! can i request a fic where Bakugou's s/o has been like really down this last days and just really sad? I have been on edge this last days and i don't even know why lol, that's why i would like a boom boi comfort. If you can't is okay! Please have a nice day and remember to drink water! ❤❤
Hey anon!!! I just wanted to thank you for requesting. I’ve been really in a rut recently due mental health issues and I don’t know why but seeing this made me motivated to start your request almost immediately :) I took inspiration from my own experience with this so I hope it’s what you were looking for. Enjoy, and I hope you find ways to be happy, or at least content, soon. <3
Clouded [Bakugou Katsuki] 
word count : 1.7k
tw : not explicitly stated, but there are implications of depression. stay strong guys!!! take care of yourselves and please have hope that it’ll get better, because it will. >:)
notes : i am so sorry for not being active guys. i just don’t have much motivation to write! i swear i’m trying :) pls be patient w me! thank u all so much. <3
YOU HAD BEEN distant lately.
Bakugou noticed—of course he noticed. Usually, you were attached at the hip, eating breakfast together, walking to class with his arm swung around your shoulders, going to get ice cream afterschool. You were his closest friend before you were his partner and that was apart of your appeal; things were so comfortable with you. However, months of smooth sailing in your romantic relationship had gone to Bakugou’s head, it seemed, because the moment things showed signs of going awry he was losing his mind.
It started with your reactions to things. Those little instances where instead of laughing, you would offer some half-hearted chuckle, or maybe you’d just give him a wide smile. Things that usually mustered explosions of shock or fake offense or just excitement seemed not to matter as much to you anymore. Bakugou tried not to be concerned about it because when he asked you said you were fine. You were only getting tired from exam season, you reasoned, and had pressed a kiss to his cheek before you thanked him for being worried. He was content with that for a while—a while being about a week.
Then, you started talking less. You responded when he texted or called, but you never initiated it yourself, and when he called you, you didn’t answer in that adorable way he was so used to. When you spent time together in person, Bakugou noticed that you had less to say; not that he really minded or expected you to speak a lot, but he had a sneaking suspicion that your reasoning behind it was not entirely innocent. When you made up another excuse for this, Bakugou didn’t fall for it. He only said that you didn’t have to lie to him, and you hesitated for a moment, but again just thanked him for caring.
Finally, Bakugou had enough. He had to pry things from you that had come so easy to him just a month before—it was him who set up dates, and now instead of meeting you in the common room he had to stop by your dorm to wake you up in the mornings. There was one thing that changed that didn’t involve you pulling away, though, and that was how touchy you became. If he was with you, you held his hand. If he was sitting next to you, you clung to his bicep like it was the only thing keeping you afloat in a vast and endless sea. Again, it didn’t exactly bother him—Bakugou would’ve loved it, had he not known the explanation was beyond you just needing a little extra attention.
It all reached a head about a week or so after Bakugou decided your abnormal behavior would have to be discussed. He was sitting in the common room with Kaminari and Kirishima, listening to the two idiots talk about how excited they were for some upcoming sports game—Bakugou was barely paying attention. He was thumbing through a music magazine he knew you liked; he’d meant to give it to you earlier today, but it’d just slipped his mind. Oh well, he’d stop by your dorm when he had the chance. It was Saturday, so you were most likely bundled in your blankets, catching up on all the television you’d missed this week.
At that thought, Bakugou found himself smiling softly to himself. He was barely listening to the two idiots yelling about nonsense anyway, so he might as well just go up to your dorm now.
“Where are you goin’? The game starts in fifteen minutes!” Kaminari called, when he noticed Bakugou had stood and began making his way to the elevator.
“I don’t give a shit about your sports game, dumbass.”
As Bakugou approached your dorm, he felt the gears in his stomach begin to twist and turn in odd directions. It was like his organs were shifting, like when two magnets repel each other—the closer he got to you, the more the feeling of dread intensified, until he finally reached the door. Overpowering it, Bakugou knocked twice, as he always did.
“Y/N, open up. I bought your dumb magazine,” he shouted, when you didn’t open it up. Ten long seconds passed before he heard a weak voice call out to him from behind the door, telling him to come in. It sent his stomach spiraling even more, and he struggled a bit to enter.
Upon stepping in, Bakugou was hit with an overwhelming sense of darkness, like he’d walked into a sphere of grey clouds. The lights were all off, and the curtains were out, sheathing the room in thin shadow if not for the screen of your laptop, which sat in front of you on your bed. You were curled up on your side, all but your face hidden beneath your bed covers.
“What the hell are you doin’? It’s past noon, you gotta turn some lights on.” Bakugou’s voice was soft, softer than he’d really intended for it to be, but he didn’t regret it, even when he locked eyes with you and felt a wave of sadness wash over him at your expression.
He swallowed hard, placing the magazine on your desk and flicking the lights on. You flinched at how sudden it was, recoiling further into your cave of blankets as if it would burn you.
Bakugou watched you silently for a moment after, waiting for you to maybe say something, or... he didn’t know. What was he really waiting for? Maybe he wasn’t waiting for anything at all—maybe, he was just scared of approaching you. You were obviously suffering in some way or another, but Bakugou didn’t know how to help you. He could possibly make it worse; just the thought of that made him feel as if the gears in his stomach were going to spontaneously combust.
But what was the alternative? Standing there like an idiot, judging you? That’s not what he promised to do, when he decided that he wanted to be with you. He promised himself that he wouldn’t let you down. He would protect you. He would overcome anything, including his own fear and insecurities, to make sure you were happy. That was what he promised, so that was what he’d do.
So, Bakugou inhaled deeply, filtering out the fear that festered deep within, and started toward you. Quietly, you watched him as he sat down on the edge of your bed, closing your laptop gently and taking its spot so that he could properly see your face.
“I don’t expect you to explain to me what the hell’s been up with you. You don’t owe me that, and I get that it’s hard to be open and shit—believe me, I get that. But just know, you ... you don’t have to push me away. And you can always come to me if you just wanna... I don’t know. Be held or some shit. Or just watch a dumb movie and take your mind off whatever’s bothering you. Anything you need, I’m here. Just don’t fuckin’ push me away, okay? It won’t fix anything.”
Bakugou felt his heart hammering in his ears as he awaited your response; his mouth going dry, his lungs losing air—but only a few moments after he was sure you were going to be silent, he heard a soft sniffle coming from beneath the blankets. Hesitantly, he lifted his hand to push them aside from your face, and he was met by big eyes, staring up at him with so many emotions swimming on the watery surface that he felt almost overwhelmed.
“Hey, don’t fuckin’ cry. It’s okay,” he muttered, moving so that he was lying on his side, facing you. He pushed back the bed covers that hid your head and laid his hand on your cheek, fighting the urge to break eye contact due to his reddening cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as more tears escaped them. Before Bakugou could say a thing, you moved forward to shove your face into his chest, clutching the fabric of his sweater as you began to shake with cries. Without torturing himself about what he was going to do, he immediately wrapped his arms around you, rubbing circles on your back with his thumbs.
“You got nothing to apologize for, dumbass. You’re okay.” Bakugou swallowed down a lump that threatened to form in his throat when you cried harder at his words. “I got you.”
A few minutes passed and soon you were lying together in silence, trying to make sense of where you went now. You weren’t ready to explain everything to Bakugou—you weren’t even sure you had the words too. But you knew that was okay. He didn’t need to know what was plaguing you to help you through it. You knew he would go to the ends of the Earth for you, whether he said it often or not.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice a bit muffled by the congestion of your nose. Bakugou moved once hand to cradle the back of your head, and pulled back a bit only to press a kiss to your forehead.
“We’re gonna get through this, whatever it is. I promise.”
You found it in yourself to look up at Bakugou, and saw that he was smiling down at you, even if it was a small one. Sighing, you allowed a soft grin to emerge on your face as well, and you leaned up to kiss his lips. Even if you were suffering, you knew you had someone to pull you back from the depths of darkness, and you would do the same for him, ten times over.
“Can we watch one of those dumb movies you mentioned? Like Scooby-Doo? But the live action,” you asked, knowing that even if he despised those movies he wouldn’t refuse you. Bakugou’s usual scowl was painted over his face once more, but even as he grumbled, he reached for your laptop.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. You know I can’t stand that fucking dog.”
“Hey, that’s mean. You know he’s my favorite character.” You shifted in his arms so that you could place the laptop on the both of you—you rested your head on his shoulder and let your hand fall to his chest.
“You’re a damn idiot. Obviously Fred is the best member of the gang. Or whatever the fuck they call themselves.”
“So you do pay attention! See, I knew you liked it.”
Also a little note for the requests, requests are closed at the moment but I did notice that some people (not gonna name) had been requesting the same things they requested to other people so I would just like to say that if you already requested something to one writer, don’t request it to another, or at least don’t copy past it, thank you!
I mean no harm but some people may find is disrespectful to do this, I don’t mind people requesting the same scenario to me that they requested to another writer but if you do please rephrase it or don’t add paise to it please, if you have any questions or complaints please leave them in my ask box.
For whEn sAd bOi hOuRs oCcUR, chord overstreet-Hold on☕
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Angst/ fluff
Warning: death
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You ran into the bathroom, slamming the door and twisting the lock, your boyfriend banging on the other side, pleading with you to open the door. The two of you had gotten into a nasty argument, the idea of him cheating being thrown in but him profusely denying the claims, stating that he couldn’t imagine being without you. That hadn’t stopped the nasty insults coming out of his mouth, his old persona shining through. His screams and shouts could be heard as you fell to the ground, the bottle of medicine coming down with you. His paranoia got the better of him and he thrusted his foot through the wooden barrier separating you.
His eyes bulged at the sight of your limp body. Hoisting your body onto his lap and placing his ear in your chest, he tried to listen for a little thump, the small sound that had comforted him during his bad and scary days. But all he could hear was the echo of your once beating heart. His screams grew louder and his lungs burned and head ached as he called out for you, screamed at you to not leave him, that he still wanted you, that he still needed you. Squeezing your hand in his, he bellowed out words he wished you could hear, “I swear to love you all my life!” But the only response that he got was his own voice bouncing off of the cold tile walls.
He settled you in the seat next to his, running over to the drivers side after making sure you were secure. The night roads were lit up brightly with street lamps and the ambiance was buzzing on the side walks. He didn’t like it. He hated how he saw people talking and laughing outside while in the car was dead silent, the sound of his staggering breath being heard and the occasional horn that he’d slam his palm on. He felt like he was drinkin into oblivion, hoping that it was just some cruel nightmare and that he would wake up in his bed with you perfectly fine next to him. Sadly, while mumbling prayers under his breath, he spotted the hospital up ahead, confirming that this was Indeed real life. Carrying you inside, his face remained stoic and calm, trying to mask his internal emotions.
A team of nurses and doctors swarmed around him and they transported you onto a gurney, weeling you into and empty room with Bakugou following closely behind. He paced up and down the hallway as he was instructed to wait outside while the performed the necessary. He could see through the tiny window the nurses checking your pulse every now and then. It scared him.
He sat motionless in a chair next to your bed, subconsciously counting the number of times your heart would beat in a minute. Your hand in his and he stroked the back of it with his thumb, letting his tears fall as he could no longer pretend to be strong. Not strong enough to let you go. He willed to hear you say those same comforting words you would say, you always knew what to say. Lost in his own thoughts, it was as it he could hear your voice, asking him to take you home. He snapped back to reality at the faint squeeze he felt around his hand. His gaze shot up only to find your eyes open with a spaced out look on you face.
“Baby, let’s go home”
Will tears still dripping down his eyes, he nodded, placing his forehead against your hand. All he ever wanted was to take you home.
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I’m sorry I had to make this a happy ending, this has been in my ask box for soooo long and I just never got the time to do it but I took a break from studying for my exams today so I figured I would write a bit. Hope you enjoyed it!
🤍🏆 this is the amazing person award!! 🏆once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 different people who, in ur opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know that someone thinks ur amazing inside and out ✨🤍
It’s things like this that make this account worth it (even if I haven’t written anything because of exams) ❤️❤️😍😘🥰💜💙💖💝💞💓
Buh dum dUM, s/o that uses bUngEE gUM, and does what hisoka did in heavens arena, (the arm trick)which scares the living piss out of bakugou and the class😂 and she also uses cards the way he does. Different themes have given me a many of ideas
Bungee gum has the properties of both rubber and gum
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Crack
Warning: swearing
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You were head to head with a strong opponent during a fight, having never experienced a quirk like theirs. You had been fighting for a while and the odds were not in you favor. You could barely stand but you weren’t giving up, you had too much pride for that. Your concerned boyfriend watched you from the side, wishing you would just stop already so he didn’t have to see you get hurt anymore, he also knew better then to run in and save you.
You straightened yourself up and rolled your shoulders back, flaunting your confidence, one of the many things bakugou admired in you. Your opponent screamed at you and ran towards you
“You think so high of yourself?! I’ll take your arm!”
You held out your left arm and looked him dead in the eyes with the cockiest grin.
“Then take it”
Katsuki’s eyes looked like they were about to fall out of his skull. You had to have a plan, you just had to.
As the enemy ran up to you Bakugou was trying to read your mind, thinking of all the possible tricks you could pull out last second. Just as the enemy was about to slice off your left arm, he disappeared. Katsuki let out a sigh of relief, only to almost throw up when the opponent appeared behind you and severed your right arm. The teachers were about to step in when they heard you say “it’s all part of the plan” before the adverse knocked you back.
You skid back and sprang up, catching your detached arm in mid air. Katsuki couldn’t decide if he wanted to run in and pull you out or throw up. Either way, he knew no one was letting him interfere in this fight, especially you. His hand covered his mouth as he turned away momentarily, trying to keep his food down as kirishima rubbed his back, asking him if he was okay. He took a couple of deep breaths and turned around to watch the rest of the fight.
You chuckled at your opponent.
“I see, doubles”
The opponent showed his quirk, multiplying himself into two.
While you explained how you figured it out and the adverse explained how he pulled off his trick, Bakugou felt proud but also disturbed that you knew what was going to happen, yet you did nothing to prevent it.
The enemy got ready to attack again
“Next, I’ll take your left arm”
You smiled at him, the same egotistical smile.
“I think I have a little motivation now"
You spun your decapitated arm on your finger then tucked it under your left arm while you pulled out a cloth. You held out your covered severed arm vertically in front of you and took a bow. Everyone stared at you admiringly and confused. You then straightened up and quickly threw your arm into the air. Your right arm disappeared and playing cards rained down. They fell if the floor in front of you, all facing up. You glaces at your opponent who stared at you confusingly.
“Now then, pick a number from these and picture it in your head”
You then reached into the remaining part of your arm that was still attached to your body, scrambling around in the wound
“ I already know your answer”
Katsuki couldn’t watch anymore, he covered his eyes with his hands, trying to sit still in his stop. But his couldn’t help but peak through his fingers to see what you actually had install.
You pulled out a bloody ace card from your injury, the sound making your poor boyfriend gag.
“The answer is one”
The crowed gasped, wounding why you incoperated your injurie into your trick and why you were doing the trick in the first place.
“You may keep this as a souvenir”
You say as you fling the card towards him. His double knocked it aside and told you that he was going to severe your left arm so that you can never mock anyone again. You held it out to him again
“Did you not hear me the first time? You may have it”
The opponent glared at you angrily, not being to fond of being mocked
“Your wish will be granted” he said as he got ready to attack.
He lunged towards you and chopped off your left arm cleanly, sending it flying behind you. He stopped in front of you staring at your right arm in shock before disappearing, turning out to be a double and not your actual opponent.
“Had you yourself attacked I would have countered” you say, “with this” you pulled out your right arm. It was complete again, and seemed to work perfectly fine as if half of it hadn’t been detached from your body.
“This is another magic trick, can you guess the secret behind it?”
You laughed at the look on your opponents face, your eyes widening in excitement. You stroll over towards him casually.
“Are you frightened? You’re surprised because you don’t understand my trick”
You dodged all of his attacks while explaining to him how you could counter his attacks while slowly messing with his head, aggravating him. He stopped his doubles attack and lunged at you himself, only to be picked hard in the chin be your severed arm that had been previously laying on the ground.
Katsuki was now fully engaged into figuring out what the hell you were doing.
You laughed as your opponent wobbled on his feet. You then flung cards at him that stabbed him like knives, all in and orderly manner. You watched as he fell of his knees then in his back and then strut out the arena with your left arm in hand.
The class was left in shock, all staring at your back as you left with their jaws on the floor. Bakugou jumped up from his seat and ran out the exit, hoping to catch up with you.
He then found you in the nurses office with Eri, bitch of your arms completely intact. You smile up at him innocently. He looked like he was about to explode.
“What in the actual fuck was that y/n are you insane?! You scared the shit outta me! You couldn’t have found any other way to take that guy down?!”
“Well of course I could have, but where’s the fun in that, in knew you’re reaction would be priceless!”
He had a deep frown on his face with his hands on his hips, glaring down at you.
“So you did this just to take the piss outta me!?”
“Well not just you be the class as well”
After he ranted on about how stupid that was and how silk that trick was, he made you explain exactly how you did it. While you were explaining, he rubbed your arms, greatful that you were ok and made you swear to never do anything of the sort again. Too bad he didn’t see your crossed fingers behind your back.
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Hi I know I’m am being extremely slow but third term is starting tomorrow so I’m going to be busy. Also this was fun to write.
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