⋆.𐙚 ̊ The mentor who trained the hero turns out to have trained the villain first, and taught them the exact same lessons.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ A character's entire memory of a key event turns out to be false, planted or altered by someone they trust.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ The "chosen one" prophecy turns out to have been fabricated by someone with something to gain from it being believed.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Two characters who've never met turn out to be working toward the same goal from opposite sides of the conflict.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ The narrator has been dead, dying, or not present for events the entire time, and the story reframes around that fact.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ A minor character mentioned once in passing turns out to be central to the ending.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ The hero's victory turns out to have been orchestrated by the villain, who needed it to happen for their own plan.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ A character believed to be protecting the group has actually been the one leaking information the whole time.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ The "safe" location turns out to be the most dangerous place in the story, and everyone walked into it willingly.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ A character's greatest strength turns out to be the exact thing that dooms them later.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ The war, conflict, or crisis turns out to have been avoidable, and someone chose not to prevent it.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ A character thought to be an orphan or outsider turns out to be directly related to someone central to the plot.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ The information the protagonist has been risking everything to protect turns out to be false or outdated.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ An ally sacrifices the protagonist's trust intentionally, knowing it will cost the friendship, because it's the only way to save them.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ The rules of the world (magic system, technology, law) have an exception that's been hidden from the reader the whole time, and it changes everything retroactively.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ A character's "happy ending" in an earlier flashback or preview turns out to be a lie the story was setting up to break.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ A repeated object, phrase, or setting turns out to be a loop the character has lived through before, unknowingly.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ The villain's plan succeeds completely, and the "twist" is watching what the world looks like after, forcing a new goal entirely.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ A character's death earlier in the story turns out to have been faked, but they've become someone unrecognizable in hiding.
once again back on my regency brain rot, thinking of childhood friends to lovers shouto x reader. you and shouto play together constantly as children—he the son of a noble and you the child of a tenant farmer—roaming the vast fields and quiet stables of the todoroki estates.
you don't understand when people begin to separate you as you get older, mystified when ideas about propriety and how things are between men and women are explained to you—what a woman's virtues are and how they must belong to her husband only. you don't see what your virtues have to do with the time you spend with shouto, nor that he should ever be interested them.
shouto, however, feels like he's been clubbed over the head when the same is explained to him. what he learns is that if he takes you to wife, you could belong to him and him only...
— 1.6k. bakugou katsuki x f!reader. minors dni. suggestive. established relationship. something short n fun.
“can you sit in my bedroom or somethin’? you’re distractin’ me.”
you spin around on your fluffy socks to face your boyfriend who sits in his underwear and a black jumper in front of his desktop computer. the designated outfit for an online meeting at home, office at the top and comfy on the bottom. you’re pretty sure the team he will be talking to will all be dressed in suits and ties in their offices but saving the country since you were a teen, means you get to push rules and normalities. like wearing underwear and a sweater to an online meeting.
your eyes are barely open, probably crusted and you’re still squinting at the bright morning light streaming into his kitchen. you’ve only rolled out of bed less than five minutes ago, yet to even brush your teeth and instead, you’ve drifted to switch the kettle on.
you don’t notice bakugou eyeing your old ratty pyjama bottoms that your auntie gifted you one christmas back when you were still at school. the elastic has gone on the waist so you have to roll them up twice which causes them to sit rather unattractively at your ankle. but they’re so comfortable that they stay in your pyjama rotation to the point they’ve even ended up at your boyfriend’s apartment. in the first few months of dating, you wouldn’t have been caught dead in them but now, you couldn’t care less.
paired with one of his old white merch t-shirts that have his hero name printed in grey basic text across your breast. the fabric completely drowns your body, the seams of the shoulders landing almost at your elbows. the tee sits below your ass and you've got your usual pale pink silk bonnet on your head, you have no clue why bakugou katsuki, your dear beloved boyfriend is staring at you with those eyes.
his shiny ruby eyes half lidded, head tilted clearly interested and his palm gripping his bare thigh. you haven’t even washed your face yet.
“i’ll be quiet. you won’t even notice me.”
you stomp over to his fridge, cringing at the blast of cold air. perhaps you went one glass of wine too far last night with your friends.
“you forgot to pick up more oat milk for me, ‘suki!” you groan, flinging your head back like it’s the end of the world.
“there’s a new one on top of the fridge. you forgot to put it in the fridge, baby.” he mumbles, clicking away at his desktop, able to drag his stare away from your body. but since he’s in your orbit, he only lasts a couple seconds before he’s back staring at you.
“oh. my bad,” you huff, stretching up to grab the milk on top of the fridge.
bakugou sighs. adjusts himself in his underwear.
“the meeting is in less than ten mins. you gotta be out by then.”
you scrunch all your features like you’ve just been exposed to a horrible smell. stinky rotten eggs or weeks old sour milk. you pause from making tea just to bother bakugou.
“why do you want me out so bad? you’re being mean,” you moan, crossing your arms over your chest.
it only draws bakugou’s attention to your nipples, two points poking beautifully against the fabric of his t-shirt. you’re so sexy and so unaware, that it’s painful for the blonde. your bonnet tied with a bow at the front of your head is downright adorable.
“i’m not being mean. i don’t want a hard on while i talk to the fuckin’ commission. they’re already on my dick about other shit,” bakugou sighs, voice going breathy by the end.
he’s already showered, been up for two hours before you and has done a considerable amount of work already all while you were sleeping away in his bed. he’s already been tempted to climb in beside you, sneak under the quilt and between your legs. but he’s got to work so he can get you oat milk for your morning tea.
bakugou is shocked when a giggle spills from you. it’s slightly croaky and raspy from being early for you but still so very soothing for his ears. he frowns.
“you find me sexy like this?” your smile is glorious, toothy and it highlights the imprints of the pillows over your left cheek.
wearing his t-shirt with your favourite pyjama bottoms and fluffy striped socks? one of bakugou’s favourite looks on you. he knows exactly what you smell like right now, your morning musk, a little sweaty, skin toasty under the tee and sensitive all over.
“yeah,” he levels you with a stare that makes you feel his arousal. it sits deep in your stomach, swirls around and heats up.
this is probably the state where you feel most comfortably uncomfortable. comfy clothes, half asleep, ready to curl up in bed. but also needing a shower, sort out your hair and put on some fresh clothes. you’ve got no clue what bakugou sees in this look. he’s got the same eyes as when he saw you in your mini skirt and low neck black top for your last date.
you notice how he palms himself.
“i’m in my old pyjamas with crust in my eye.”
“perfect to me. if i didn’t have this meetin’ i’d drag you back to bed.”
“you’re insane.”
“you like how i smell after the gym.”
“you’re not wearing old ratty clothes though. you just smell good.”
bakugou shrugs, leans back in his black leather chair and scratches his head. his eyes fixated on you.
“i mean it though. you’ve gotta get out when it starts.”
because you live to torment your lover, you lift off his kitchen counter and walk over to him across the room. you don’t purposely put in an extra sway in your hips like you want to seduce him or do you put on your signature flirty smirk.
you just walk like you’re a zombie slowly turning back into a human. your arms out to embrace him. from his seated position, he stuffs his head just below your breasts and your fingers rake through his hair.
“fuck,” bakugou feels as if his head is in the clouds, aroused to the point that he knows he’s going to have to tug one out later. “you smell so good… and fuckin’ soft.”
he looks like a man in a state of desperation, eyes shut, deeply inhaling. two large palms sneak up your top, pressing down on your bare sides, clasping onto you like a lifeline.
“thanks ‘suki,” you giggle, still in shock that he’s so visibly interested in you like this, that is how you look now that’s getting him like this. love has made him crazy.
“they’re gonna drag this meetin’, say a bunch of shit i already know,” he grunts, chin plopped under your breasts. he pouts his lips, “kiss me before you go.”
you scrunch your nose, “i’m not kissing you.”
“why?”
“haven’t brushed my teeth and you still want me to leave.”
“don’t care and if you don’t my cock is gonna be even harder than it is now.” his voice is a deep timbre and he tightens the grip on your waist when you shake your head. “you kiss me when we’re in bed.”
“it’s different when we both have morning breath.” you reason, fiddling with the gold hoop in his right ear.
“you’re fuckin’ trouble,” bakugou rolls his eyes, ducking his head underneath your t-shirt to kiss anywhere his lips can touch.
your stomach, your sides, the underside of your breasts. you’re in a fit of tickles and giggles, trying to push him out by his shoulders but he refuses to move like a boulder. “‘suki! katsuki! get out!” you laugh, “this tickles!”
then teeth get involved, soft love bites along your side and a dangerous one right beside your left nipple. you freeze from your wriggling, your mouth falling open as he starts to suck, flicking his tongue over the perked bud.
you hold his head to you, “shit. that feels good.”
then he’s off a second later, spinning you around and slapping your clothed bottom. “okay, fuck off now. everyone’s joinin’ and i hate being late.”
“goodie two shoes.”
bakugou doesn’t care, just gets comfortable in his chair and clicks away on his computer like he wasn’t making love to your breast just a moment ago.
“baby.”
“i can sit over there! i haven’t even eaten yet!”
“i left some pastries for you in those white bags, take one into my room. brat.”
“you’re mean.”
“i’m gonna eat you after. promise.” he says, and he starts the meeting, his camera on but microphone off.
voices and little faces in squares spark up once bakugou comes into picture.
“dynamight! on time like always.”
“hi kacchan. you ready for tomorrow?”
bakugou ignores the small figures of his friends and colleagues on the screen, to give you one of his sickening grins. “please babygirl. there’s an almond croissant in there.”
you gasp, “is it from the bakery—,”
“kacchan, your mic isn’t on!”
bakugou hums at you, “‘course it is.”
you skip over to grab two white bags, holding tightly. “you win this time. i’m expecting my other treat too.”
you’re about to walk out of the room when you hear, “don’t fuckin’ shower.”
“katsuki!” you shout with a smile, making your way back to his bed.
“i know my mic wasn’t on. i was talkin’ to my girlfriend.”
you hear midoriya izuku coo on the other end, “yn! how is she?”
the conversation gets cut off on one side when bakugou tugs on his black headphones. “she’s good. always treatin’ me good. now what’s this all about? i’m sure we don’t need the full fifty minutes for fu— god’s sake.”
if you want to move in with shouto you have to be prepared to never be left alone again. you'll go into the bathroom with the idea of a book in a hot bubble bath, and within minutes shouto will be in there too. propped up at the side of the tub, letting a long-fingered hand dangle into the water, trailing searchingly underneath the bubbles...
Guys I wanted to tell yall about this dream I had about Xavier last night bc I’ve been thinking about it all day. So I was invisible?? Or a ghost??? And I would just float around but I ended up in an area with a ton of shipping containers like a dock or smth?? And even though I was invisible, Xavier kept sensing my presence and looking straight at me. He then proceeded to chase me and I would try to run away but he kept teleporting to me trying to grab me but not in a scary way?? I was kinda emotional bc even tho I was invisible he kept chasing after me trying to hug me 😭
Always want to make this AU tbh, took inspiration from 2004 van helsing movie. Valko as van helsing that can turn into a werewolf, mc as a witch who doubles as a hunter. They on each other throat but one thing another, they need to work together ^^ (also this an excuse for me to try draw furry 😭)
Sum. pranking the lads men by saying "i was in the mood last night."
notes. hey i cant believe its been almost a week since i uploaded so 😔, this was a suggestion from someone (i hope i did it justice!) + from the summery it has smutty themes sooo MDNI as usual.
bakugou x bullheaded reader will always be one of my fave dynamics. the tension just writes itself. like he throws himself down in your noodle bar one day and barks out an order and you snort and go, "say please" and he's instantly half hard and one second away from blowing your noodle shop off the map.
