Wayne

[what2wha]

3rd year todobakudeku you will always be dear to me

[what2wha]

I forgot to post this……..

[pinkiemachine]

Finished the chorus of this beauty. This is basically the concept theme song for my show, Batman: Gotham Files.

[tryagainenthusiast]

brainrotted!boyfriend jaehyun texts

notes: omgg i havent posted for so long:( guys uni is not for the weak…but the idea that jaehyun is actually just a weirdo when in a relationship has been plaguing my mind i had to do something about it…anyway im hoping to start cooking up a longer fic soon because we are currently in a shortage of jaehyun fics :3

[scarletwayne]

And if i say this is my type then what? 😞✊🏻

[deathbyfiction]

[scarletwayne]

The pain Izuku is gonna feel will break me

[deathbyfiction]

CHRISSY WAKE UP I DONT LIKE THISS CHRISSY WAKE UPPPP

[scarletwayne]

I don't know if it is just me denying it, but i don't belive he will be dead

[scarletwayne]

Just saw on twitter that the man i had a crush on since 3 years ago is gay. I mean gay rights, but i was trying to win your heart bestie.

[chrrispine]

bats may not like sunlight, but they do like blueberries

[scarletwayne]

I will never get tired of this Bruce

[allineedisonedream]

Guess who finally watched the Batman movie and right after this read a bunch of Fanfics, where they throw a young Robin/Dick Grayson at Battinson

…It’s me

 and I’m gonna do that too^^

Edit: Fanfics here

[scarletwayne]

Someone give Battinson a Robin, i'm begging

[demigoddessqueens]

He’s such an icon for this

[scarletwayne]

It has been a week since I saw the movie, and I still can get over this Bruce

[deartouya]

“ dumbass anniversary ” [ katsuki bakugou ]

→ summary: you drag your exasperated boyfriend to a botanical garden in december to celebrate your anniversary, then quickly regret it when you remember that december is very cold. luckily, katsuki is very warm and doesn't mind you leeching off of him. (also dec. 6 is your anniversay) written for @katsukidotcom 's lover's lane collab [listed as @/iizuwuku]

→ pairing: bakugou x gn!reader

→ word count: 1,351

→ warnings: lots of expletives from bkg, flustered katsuki, very cheesy flirting, 100% fluff. it's not december but this is based on the fact that my hometown made the very smart decision to open a botanical garden in december and me and my friend visited. this is very self-indulgent and one of the most self-inserty fics i've done. (love me most ardently is a pride and the prejudice quote!)

KATSUKI DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW YOU GOT HIM TO AGREE TO THIS. He's always hated the cold, breeze nipping his skin raw and his breath sticking to his cheeks. But you did- this had been your bright idea, even if no one would be able to tell. You had practically dragged him out of the apartment, it'll be fun, Kats! You'd quickly grown to regret the decision. The garden was void of most other people, normal people, who knew that December was too cold a month to be visiting a botanical garden.

He tips his chin as another hard gust of wind blows through the garden, ruffling both of your hair and sending a violent shiver down your spine. Katsuki pins you under a sharp stare before tucking you tighter under a heavy arm. You accept the opportunity and press against his chest- warmth finally seeping back into your hands. He flinches at the press of your nose against his throat, but warm hands find their way to your back nonetheless- pulling you closer in a futile attempt to get rid of non-existent space.

"Who picked an outdoor date for December?" You grumble, pushing further into his neck, "whoever they are, they're dumb," warm breath cools against the tender skin of his neck.

Katsuki scoffs unhelpfully, eyes rolling gently as he continues rubbing up and down your back, "aww, don't be so hard on yourself, dumbass." His lips press into the pinch of your brows, smoothing it out, "they're the ones who decided opening a garden in the middle of winter was a good idea."

You huff indignantly, trying to burrow deeper into the soft cotton of his scarf. "It's cold," you whine, words all muffled by skin and fabric. His lips quirk into a soft smile at the noise. "Why'd you have to ask me out in December, huh?"

"First of all, December's always cold, baby. You forget that when you refused to put on any more layers?" He shifts into a comically high-pitched voice, "I don't need a scarf! I'll be fine, Kats- it's not even supposed to be that cold."

You pull away to glare at him, annoyance completely squashed by the soft smile he's wearing, "and if you wanted a spring anniversary, you shouldn't've looked so cute in that damn santa hat. Maybe then I would've waited a couple months to finally ask you out." His cheek nudges your temple, lips brushing the skin, "c'mere, angel." You huff once more, breathing into his scarf, before you nestle against him.

Katsuki cups your hands between his, pulling them to his lips- warm breath spreading to the tips. He keeps them clasped firmly between his own over-heated hands as you walk, lips finding your temple. The full force of his warmth washes over you. You let out a quiet, contented chuff as you slack against him. His stupid little lovesick smile grows.

"Thank you, baby," you breathe, grinning into his chest. "Don' know what I'd do without you."

"Perish." He scoffs softly, scowling as you jerk back to glare up at him, "tch- stay still." Katsuki flings a scarf over your neck, warm hands brushing your throat as he fits the ends into a knot, tucking the material into your coat gently.

"Where'd you even get that?"

"Home. I knew you'd need it," he answers softly, glancing back at the garden, "you gonna finish your dumb as shit game now?"

Katsuki's nearly taken aback by how quickly your mood changes, nodding against his shoulder as your eyes start to wander. "I spy with my little eye... something... green."

He groans, throwing his head back and eyes falling shut, "how many times do I gotta tell you, you can't keep pickin' the same damn tree over and over. Gonna give me a damn headache."

"It's not a tree this time! Promise!"

"Is it a fuckin' bush?"

The glare Katsuki levels you with has you withering, thunking your forehead back against his collar, "okay, okay, fine. I spy with my little eye something... beautiful."

"Y'know, that doesn't really seem like a fuckin' colour."

"Go along with it, blasty."

"Beauty's pretty damn subjective." He rolls his eyes, but still tips his chin to look around, "orange flowers over there?"

"Too pukey," you refute, ignoring his rough sigh.

"The lights on the trees?"

You have to lift up from your warm little cocoon in his arms, "too busy." You can feel his urge to rub at his eyes, brows pinched together and lips pressed firm.

"Sweetheart," the way he breathes out the word, tired, is the closest thing Katsuki gets to whining. His head falls to rest in the crook of your neck, digging his face into the skin.

You laugh, fingers running through the short hair on the back of his neck, "come on, Kats- keep guessing. You're almost there! I can feel it." Your grin widens as he lifts up to scan the park once more.

He seems to come up empty handed because he huffs once again and looks up at the sky, "I dunno, the sky?" You watch him with a grin, the sky- stars barely having breached the muddied colours of late afternoon.

"Too ugly."

"Huh? Ugly?" Katsuki baulks, looking up quickly before staring down at you as if you've grown an extra head, "insulting nature, now? What's prettier than the literal fuckin' sky, dumbass?"

Bouncing onto the balls of your feet, your smile widens, "you give up yet?"

"If I knew that was an option," he grumbles- still looking over the garden one last time, "would've given up a long damn time ago."

"Ah, no you wouldn't- you don't like to lose."

"Not fuckin' losing anything- it's a stupid kids game."

"But you are giving up, then?"

He sucks his teeth, glaring down at you, "I guess."

Your face splits into a smile, hands wrapping up in his scarf to yank him down, leaning forward so your noses nudge against each other, "you, Kats." The reaction is immediate, a dramatic groan and eye-roll, pushing his face against your throat in an attempt to hide his flush.

"Shut up."

"Awww," you laugh. "But I'm trying to court you, baby. Is it working? Are you feeling wooed? Sought after? You're so popular now, gotta make sure I keep you interested in me."

He groans again, nipping softly at your pulse point, "you're so annoying."

You let out a dramatic gasp, one that nearly startles him back straight, "I can't believe you! After all I've done for you!" You can't keep a smile off your face, curling back into his body heat. "Well," you huff, "have fun spending the next December 6th by yourself."

"Oh, angel, but I already have the trip booked. Guess I'll have to find someone else to hole up on a beach with for two weeks, then." His tone's all soft and teasing, one that he usually saves for inside your apartment. He must've decided that tucked between two rose bushes was secluded enough.

"Mmm, maybe I can stick around for one more year," you whisper teasingly, chin resting against his chest so you can peer up at him. He huffs, chin tilting back out of your reach. You laugh softly, rolling up onto the balls of your feet to cup his face. Your lips press against the flat of his forehead, the round of his nose, along the wisp of his lashes, before finally slotting against his own. You retreat back to flat feet to let your mouth smooth against his sharp jaw and the line of his neck before you're tucked back away into the safety of his neck.

"Oi, where ya think you're goin'?" He shoulders you within reach, lips pressing over the expanse of your cheek before locking back onto your own. "Not so brave now, huh?" He teases, littering bites along the length of your neck, "don' know what I'm gonna do with you, angel."

"Love me most ardently?"

Katsuki groans, palm coming to cover your face to push you away from him, muffling your frantic laughing, "shut up and die."

🏷: @izukus-gf , @dinodumbass , @tipsyangels , @uwuthatshit , @akaakeijii , @sugarmaplewings-fics

[scarletwayne]

Now my expectations of love have gone higher than ever

[bfbkg]

okok. just thinking about that last headcannon where you said bakogou would be in economics. i just want to ask him why we cant print more money so bad. hed be so pissed off but it would be so funny and would bring me so much joy

ahhhhh YES

him laying on his bed reading papers for his lecture tomorrow.

you’re chewing the end of your pen, trying to do the same.

“okay so like why can’t we print more money?”

and he flicks his eyes over to you, sitting on his dorm bed in his tshirt. “are you fuckin’ with me?”

and already you wanna laugh, “no, why would i be? people need money so why don’t we just give it to them.”

“baby, seriously?” he looks at you like you’re silly, “hyperinflation is why, there can’t be too much money in circulation or the price of everythin’ will rise—”

“okay then lower the prices and balance things? this just sounds lazy now.”

and he’s sitting up, still frowning, “baby we saw germany do it in the second world war—.”

you let your smile slip, even a little giggle. he puts his hand in your face with a groan, “you’re so annoyin’.”

“no, i’m serious, i swear!” you muffle behind his hand.

[scarletwayne]

I feel this in a personal level since i'm a business student

[rokoi]

Im obsessed w/ this image

[aizawasnumberonefan]

Pay Attention

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

— feel free to reblog and use !! character a takes a bullet for character b. character a wakes up with no memory of character b, who has t

Prompt 38 under fluff

848 words

Learning French is by no means an easy task. It was required for your college major, but you had been putting off taking it. Now it’s about halfway through the semester and you still aren’t entirely sure what’s going on in your class and can’t do much more than say hello my name is. At your professor’s guidance, you signed up for tutoring through the college. There are many things you would rather do than listen to some pretentious ass condescendingly explain French basics to you, but you were hopeful that it would help you understand more.

To your surprise, when you walk into the library to meet your tutor, you see a cute boy with spiky blond hair. He’s scowling at his phone, which dims your excitement.

“Are you the French tutor?” You ask, hesitating to put down your things.

“Yeah. Sit.” He says gruffly, not looking up from his phone. You oblige, setting down your things and getting out your notebook, pen, and worksheets. “I assume you’re Y/N? Katsuki Bakugo.” He says, briefly introducing himself as he stretches in his chair before looking at you.

“Nice to meet you.” You grumble, the fact that your tutor is cute being entirely overshadowed by his personality.

“What do you need help with? Conversational French, advanced conjugations, what?”

“..Basics.”

“Basics?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“You need a tutor for basic beginners French?”

“Look, it’s fucking hard.”

“Eight year olds can learn it.”

“Good for them. Now help me.”

After an hour or so of him helping you, you’d warmed up to him a little more, and him to you. You agree on meeting biweekly to continue your tutoring and make sure you don’t fail your course. Throughout the meetings, as Katsuki had stopped being as rude to you, the fact that he was attractive and very much your type started to creep its way back into your mind. You’d tested the waters by flirting a little, which was met with a stern look and a “shut up, dumbass.” Although you backed off, it wasn’t long before you started up again. You eventually learned more about him and began contacting him outside of tutoring, never much but always a little more friendly than professional. You couldn’t tell, but as you edged your way into his life, Katsuki slowly started to tolerate you more. You could handle his fire and personality and shot back at him when he got an attitude. He didn’t have too many people in his life who would interact with him like that, and it was a refreshing change to the norm.

At this tutoring session, you brought coffee for the two of you. It was a chilly day and you thought that he would appreciate the kind gesture.

“What’s this?” He says as you hand him the cup.

“Coffee. It’s cold out.”

“Why?”

“Its cold out. And I’m being nice.”

“All the niceness in the world couldn’t make up for how stupid you are at French.”

“Shut up. If I’m stupid at this point it’s your fault, not mine.”

You start the tutoring session over your coffees, and it was a vast improvement from where you were the first time you met with him. Today, you’re studying basic past tense, which means a lot of explaining from Katsuki about the basics. In the middle of his sentence, you interrupt him.

“Sorry, could you say that again?”

“Were you not listening?” He grumbles, frowning at you from across the table.

“No, I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” He replies, but you don’t miss the way that his cheeks tinge pink. You smile in response, continuing to listen as he explains the basics of past tense in French. You take a sip from your coffee, peering at him from over the top of your cup. His blond hair compliments the ever-present tan on his skin, even during the winter. You study the features of his face as he reads from his notebook, taking note of the delicate way his eyes move across the page instead of taking actual notes. You’re brought back to reality when those eyes look up at you instead. You can’t deny the way your heart speeds up a little and your cheeks heat up, but you do try to keep looking cool and collected.

“Now you weren’t listening.”

“Just looking at how pretty you are.”

“I do that every time we meet here but I can still pay attention.” He shoots back, which finally makes you lose that cool and collected vibe you were going for, making your cheeks flush and the corners of your lips quirk upward.

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You affect me more than I affect you.”

“Who says? Maybe I’m just better at keeping my face straight.”

“Doubtful. I’d love to wipe that smugness off your face sometime though.”

“How about tonight? I’ll take you to dinner, pick you up at seven? There’s a French bistro down the way, but I expect you to order in French.”

“Deal.”

“Good. Now pay attention, dumbass.”

[scarletwayne]

This is really gonna help me when the semester starts

[sailorsmoon]

Let’s show that jerk what girls are made of!

[oh-katsuki]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever. (Bakugou x Reader)

masterlist | ao3

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Bakugou, blessed with immortality, meets the love of his life across all of their lifetimes. 

“Reincarnation is real. Even now, in what should be his fourth or fifth lifetime, Bakugou will tell you that it exists. He’s not sure which religion is right, which one wins at the end, whose god is real. But he knows that when we die, we don’t just vanish. We remain, somewhere, until it’s time for us to return to where we came from in new flesh and blood.”

Content Warnings: reader death (nothing graphic but this is a fic about reincarnation), rumination, loss of virginity, slight smut, slight cheating, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, hurt / comfort, pining bakugou, completely sfw big brother bakugou (in a VERY non-sexual way), child death (again, nothing graphic, but just in case), needles (an IV), afab reader.

Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Thank you to @mikaaberry​ and @suyasgf​ for beta-reading this!! If you want two songs that set the tone for this fic, listen to in case you don’t live forever by ben platt and stuff we did from up!! I wanted to write a fic about Bakugou experiencing the different types of love, so here this is!!! Also…. I’ve been writing a lot of angst lately… sorry… 

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[scarletwayne]

I'm speechless, this is so beautiful

[robinminustherichard]

[scarletwayne]

we won

[beibeecakes]

little by little

dad!bakugou x mom!reader x sons

synopsis: “If there ever comes a day where we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. I’ll stay there forever” -winnie the pooh

wc: 3.3K

angst, fluff (if you squint), death

His ears were ringing from the destruction of the buildings around them.

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[scarletwayne]

I'm fucking sobbing 😭