"Such a foolish reason I'm afraid. I just wanted to kiss you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Summery: You have practically latched onto Bakugo since the beginning of the school year. Why? Who knows.
Reader is very in tune with their emotions and speaks how they feel. Bakugo is the opposite. What a mix.
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Content: Slow burn, romance, reader is flirty but they dont realize it kinda, y/n is used once, curse words, no pronouns mentioned but is kinda fem (not fem heavy tho just reader does more feminine stuff ig), it's fluff guys
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Loud music filled the small dorm you and Bakugo were in. You mindlessly read through a manga on the others bed while he worked on his hero gauntlets. Bakugo had put on one of his favorite bands only too fond out you liked them to, this spurd on a talk that was more enjoyable then he care to admit.
Every once and a while bakugo would look up at you from where he sat on the floor. Your head bounced to the beat of the songs blasting through the speaker, he watched as your eyes skimmed the pages beneath you. Nimble fingers flipping the pages every few seconds.
The two of you had grabbed a snack from the kitchen together before heading to his dorm, the trash long forgotten in his bin. All that was left now was a soda sitting on Bakugos bed side table. A vibration from his pocket snapped him out of his daze, checking the caller ID he saw it was Kirishima.
With a groan and eye roll he begrudgingly picked up the phone. You curiously looked towards Bakugo, he mouthed Kirishimas name and you gave him a nod in return. Bakugo listened to the red head go on about needing the blonds help in his dorm.
Bakugo cursed under his breath but agreed non the les. After hanging up the teen pushed himself off the floor and made his way towards the door. "Shitty hair needs my help for something, I'll be back in a minute. Don't mess with any of my stuff you got it?" With a nod you waved off the young hero.
The red head needed help moving stuff around his dorm and needed his many friend to help. It had taken Bakugo longer than he wished, almost half an hour went by before he was heading back to his dorm.
When he walked through the door he was met with the sight of you splayed out on his bed, almost in the same position yiu were in when he left. What caught his eye was what you were wearing. It was one of his black skull shirts. You were practically drawing in the oversized clothing.
A mixture of annoyance, confusion, and an unknown feeling washed over the blond teen. "The fuck are you doing?" His voice wasn't as sharp as he intended, in fact is was a lot weaker. You looked good amazing in his clothes. No what? Katsuki Bakugo was not thinking that, he couldn't be.
The smile you had on your face when he came in contorted into confusion at his words. "Huh?" You looked at your friend in confusion. He scoffed in response, "The fuck you wearing my shirt for?" Understanding flooded your features when you looked down.
"Oh yeah. I spilled my drink and I didn't want to have to walk all the way back to my dorm soaked in soda so I thought I'd just put one of yours on." You explained like it was the most obvious things in the world. The longer you spoke the less Bakugo paid attention. More so focused on the way you looked lounging in his clothes.
The shirt was oversized sure, but the way you were laying made it accentuate you features in ways Bakugo hadn't noticed before. Sure he realized you were attractive but he didn't think about stuff like that, untill now at least. It took him a moment to realize he was staring untill h a looked towards your face riddled in confusion.
"Sorry if I did something wrong just our dorms are far apart and-" "It's fine."Bakugo practically blurted out his response, embarrassment seeped into his veins. He closed his eyes at his desperate voice, he hoped you didn't realize just how much this affected him.
"Oh good, you scared me for a second." You pause, thinking for a second before saying. "You know, this smells like you. Not to sound creepy but I like it." Your voice was soft and warm, like you truly meant everything you said. A deep red blush rose to his face and fortunately you either didn't notice or just didn't mention it. That familiar twisting in his gut signaled he needed to be alone.
He couldn't be around anyone, specifically you, when he was like this. What would you do if you realized how weak he got at a few of your sweet words. No one ever talked to him like that yet you did it so flawlessly it drove him crazy.
To Bakugos luck it was about time for dinner, at least for him since he went to sleep sp early. "Hey I-" he stumbled over his words, how was he supposed to ask you to leave when he wanted you to stay? "I'm going to get done dinner so-" you cut him off.
"Oh yeah you eat really early! I forgot sorry Bakugo." You began grabbing your things. Along with the still wet tee and you backpack. "Hey is it cool if I return this short to you tomorrow? I can wash it for you since I was the one that made it dirty." You chuckle a bit as you amke your way to the door.
Bakugo mumbles out a rushed string of "Yeah that's cool." As he moves out of your way to the door. You make it half way out the door before you are turning around with an excited, "Oh I forgot!"
Confusion floods Bakugos features as you grab your phone out your pocket. "Can I have your number?" Your words are blunt as you hand the blond your phone. His response is delayed from surprise but he still grabs the phone. "What why?" The confusion is real, no one had asked him for it before let alone so bluntly he wasn't sure how to react.
"Well for when I want to talk to you and I'm not, you know, around you." You explain to him so simply that he is grateful his hair has been growing out and it covers his now bright red ears. "Oh yeah right." You just beam brightly at him while he puts in his number practically on auto pilot.
"Thanks! I'll see you later Bakugo!" You call out to him as you make you way out the door and down the hallway. Bakugo waves slightly and goes back into his dimly lit dorm. He falls onto his bed and practically dies at the smell of you covering his sheets. He put his head in his hands for a moment before a ding from his phone makes his head perk up. The text reads:
Unknown Number: Hey its Y/n! Since it's the weekend tmr do you want to go to this new restaurant with me for dinner?
God Katsuki Bakugo cannot be this flustered by a dinner request. He types out a meek yes hoping his uncharacteristic nervousness doesn't transfer through his screen. The only thing he could think of was how much he actually did want to go on this...date.
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Holy shit dude I just pumped out like 2,200 words so fast I don't know where this came from but it's currently 1 am so am going to snooze
Touya is a multi-purpose household tool beyond being a stovetop
Touya being a portable stove is old news. Let’s talk about some other things he can go.
Curl hair: He’s got fingers for the tighter curls, wrists and arms for larger curls. Or he can hold some steel pipe that is usually used to bash people’s heads in with and heat that up like it’s a curling iron.
Imagine Toga waving her wet hair in front of touya to dry and curl with his quirk.
Iron: Touya is also the one who irons Compress’ button up shirts - cheaper and easier than buying a proper iron. He just waves a ladle or big spoon from the kitchen around the clothes to get rid of the wrinkles.
Clothing dryer: this one is pretty obvious.
Heating pad in the winter: Touya tucks in all the LOV members at night, especially in the winter. While tucking them in, he also heats up the blankets so that it’s nice and toasty, especially for Spinner.
Not to say that Touya does any of the above very well - many shirts and strands of hair have been burnt to crisp. But theoretically. THEORETICALLY. he can do all the above. Somehow. With some finessing.
It becomes habit, then, whenever a LOV member hands him a cup of liquid that he heats it up to become hot but not boiling and then he hands it back. Even Kurogiri hands Touya cups to heat up.
request by @baby-jichu : What if the reader is overwhelmed by too many people talking to her because she got popular for becoming Bakugou’s girlfriend and has a panic attack in front of him? How would he react or comfort her??
character: Bakugou Katsuki
warning: mentions of panic attack which can be triggering
genre: slight angst, fluff
note: i really know nothing about panic attacks beside from what i have studied so this might not be close to an actual experience, so i apologize for that.
Bakugou Katsuki
-he’d try to avoid solo press conferences as much as possible
-because he knows that it puts you in the spot and makes you extremely uncomfortable
-and although the both of you went public after you came to an agreement
-he is always worried that someone might say something offensive
-or that his fans or those journalist jerks might get ahead of themselves and say something stupid
-he’s afraid that you’ll take whatever they have to say to heart
-practically threatens reporters to avoid spreading rumors shitty rumors like you tricked him into falling for you
-and creating something utterly scandalous only because you were in the same company
-when he sees you break down into your arms and entering into a state of panic
-he can’t help but regret for making it public
-his mind is plagued with a whole load of what if’s
-but when he sees you struggling with catching your breath while clutching your chest at whatever was floating around
-he immediately snaps back to his senses and holds your hand
-while asking you to take deep breaths
-the grip on your hand only tightens as time passes by and when he hears your faltering voice, trying to say something
-he presses his fingers to your lips, with a regretful look
-and asks you to promise him that you’d keep breathing until he fetches a glass of water for you
-while he sees the container being filled, he stops him self from slamming the wall because he doesn’t want to startle you
-biting his frustration in, he takes the glass to you
-and when he sees you more relaxed, he smiles to himself
-relieved that you were better, especially when the origins of your condition was him
-he takes a seat beside you and gives you the glass, and soothingly rubs your back while you gulp it down
-and when you sigh, still shaking from fear
-he pulls you into a hug, while nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck
-knowing that he had to be strong for you and stay with you
-when you wrap your arms around his chest and shed a few tears
-he just runs his hands through your hair, telling you that everything would be okay
-and when you ask him if he’s tired of everything and whether he’d want to leave you
-he just looks down with the most heartbroken expression
-when you peek up, his scared eyes meet yours, asking you why that thought even popped up
-and when you just sadly laugh, wondering how his life would be so much more easier without you
-he flicks your forehead before softly pressing his lips against yours for the longest time
-he continues kissing you with a great deal of emotion and passion, while brushing your face with his thumbs as tears flowed down your cheeks
-constantly wondering if his emotions are reaching you
-and then he rests his forehead against yours
-his hot breath fans across your lips, as you could feel better just by staying in his proximity
-he confesses couldn’t imagine himself without you by his side and that you needn’t worry about stupid stuff like that
-because he wasn’t sure if his actions were enough to tell you that
-he’d hold you in his arms the entire night if you needed him to, until his limbs become numb
-lovingly kissing the crown of your head, rubbing circles on your back, wiping your tears
-because he genuinely just wanted to see you get better
Title:A villainess’ guide to keeping her head intact
Pairing: Shouto Todorki x Y/N (Prince AU)
Synopsis: When Y/N is suddenly transported in a cheesy romantic novel as a villainess who gets her head chopped off in the end, she results in doing one thing; ignore her fate and all the characters in the book and live the rich and lazy lifestyle but it seems like fate had other plans for her.
Genre: kind of angsty, fluff, crack and romance
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notes: tbh im still not sure if i should post it here on tumblr since this is going to be a long story and updates are kind of irregular so yeah hope yall enjoy
