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𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

!!𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @https-bakugo 𝟐𝟓𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭!!

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠..𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

The classroom of 1-A buzzed with early morning energy as you slumped in your seat, desperately trying to avoid making eye contact with the explosive blonde sitting two rows ahead. Even from behind, you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his spiky hair seemed to defy gravity with the same stubbornness as its owner.

Don't look at me, don't look at me, you silently chanted, knowing full well that Katsuki Bakugou had a sixth sense for when people were staring at him.

It had been three weeks since you'd transferred into UA's hero course, and you were still adjusting to the strange reality of being in the same class as your childhood friend—if you could even call him that anymore. Your mothers had been best friends since college, which meant you and Katsuki had spent countless afternoons together as children. You remembered a different Katsuki then: still competitive and loud, but he'd smile sometimes too.

That was before middle school, before his quirk developed fully, before the distance grew between you.

"Oi," a gruff voice broke through your thoughts, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Somehow, Bakugou had materialized next to your desk during your daydreaming. "You're coming to my place after school. The witch been asking about you."

It wasn't a question. It never was with him.

"I have homework," you protested weakly, knowing it was a poor excuse.

His crimson eyes narrowed. "We have the same homework, dumbass. Bring it with you."

Before you could respond, he was already walking away, leaving a trail of whispers in his wake.

"Did Bakugou just... talk to the new kid?" "I didn't know they knew each other!" "Is it safe to be alone with him?"

The last comment made you snort quietly. If only they knew how many times Aunt Mitsuki had forced Katsuki to play house with you when you were six.

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"You've been avoiding me," Katsuki said bluntly as you walked the familiar path to his house. The cherry trees were in bloom, soft pink petals drifting down around you both.

"I haven't," you lied, adjusting your backpack strap nervously.

"Bullshit," he replied, but there was no real heat behind it. "You practically dive behind Deku whenever I look in your direction."

You winced. He wasn't wrong.

"It's just... weird, okay? Being in the same class again after so long. You're different now."

"So are you," he countered, giving you a sidelong glance that made your heart stutter. "You used to talk more."

"You used to listen more," you shot back, surprised by your own boldness.

For a moment, you thought you saw the ghost of a smile cross his face, but it was gone so quickly you might have imagined it.

"Whatever," he muttered, kicking a pebble with more force than necessary. "The old hag’s making spicy curry. She remembers it's your favorite."

The fact that he remembered too hung unspoken between you.

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"LOOK WHO'S HERE!" Mitsuki Bakugou's voice boomed through the house the moment you stepped through the door. Within seconds, you were enveloped in a bone-crushing hug that smelled of citrus perfume and home.

"It's been too long!" she exclaimed, holding you at arm's length to examine you. "You've grown so much! Masaru, come look how tall they've gotten!"

Katsuki's father appeared from his home office, wearing his usual kind smile. "Welcome back," he said warmly. "We've missed having you around."

"Thanks for having me," you replied, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face. You'd forgotten how much you'd missed this house, this family.

"Don't smother them," Katsuki grumbled, already heading upstairs. "We've got homework."

"Homework can wait until after dinner," Mitsuki declared. "Besides, I want to hear all about UA! Is my son behaving himself? He's not bullying you, is he?"

"SHUT UP, HAG!" Katsuki roared from halfway up the stairs.

You laughed, feeling the tension of the past few weeks start to dissolve. "He's actually really amazing in hero training," you admitted. "Everyone respects him."

Mitsuki's expression softened. "Is that so?" She glanced toward the stairs where her son had disappeared. "Well, don't tell him I said this, but I'm proud of the little brat."

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Dinner was a loud affair, just as you remembered. Mitsuki and Masaru asked about your parents, about your quirk training, about your impression of UA. Katsuki remained mostly silent, but you caught him watching you when he thought you weren't looking.

After helping clear the dishes (over Mitsuki's protests), you finally followed Katsuki to his room. It was neater than you expected, minimalist but with traces of his personality everywhere: a shelf of hero analysis books, weights in the corner, a poster of All Might that you remembered him getting for his tenth birthday.

"Your room hasn't changed much," you observed, setting your backpack down.

"Why would it?" he replied, dropping onto his desk chair and gesturing vaguely toward the bed. "Sit wherever."

You perched on the edge of his bed, suddenly hyperaware of being alone with him. It was ridiculous—you'd spent countless hours in this very room as kids—but something felt different now. Maybe it was the way his UA uniform fit across his shoulders, or how his hands looked stronger than you remembered.

"Are you going to stare at me all night or are we going to do this homework?" he asked, not looking up from his notebook.

Your face burned. "S-sorry. Modern Hero Art History, right?"

For the next hour, you both worked in surprisingly comfortable silence, broken occasionally by a question about the assignment or a muttered curse from Katsuki when he made a mistake. It felt... normal. Nice, even.

"Why did you stop coming around?" he asked suddenly, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

The question caught you off guard. "What?"

"Middle school. You used to come over all the time, then you just... stopped."

You set your pencil down, studying the pattern on his bedspread. "You started hanging out with those other guys. The ones who followed you everywhere. You seemed like you didn't want me around anymore."

His eyebrows drew together. "That's stupid."

"Is it?" you challenged. "You changed, Katsuki. You got meaner. Especially to Midoriya. I didn't know how to talk to you anymore."

He was silent for so long that you finally looked up, surprised to find him staring intensely at you. Something vulnerable flickered in his eyes before his usual scowl returned.

"Yeah, well. I was an idiot in middle school."

Coming from Bakugou, this was practically a heartfelt apology.

"We all were," you offered, a small olive branch. "But for what it's worth... I think you've changed again. For the better."

He turned back to his homework, but not before you caught the faintest blush on his cheeks. "Whatever. Hand me that textbook."

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Over the next few weeks, something shifted between you and Katsuki. You stopped avoiding him at school. He started waiting for you after hero training. Sometimes you'd study together in the common room, surrounded by your curious classmates who couldn't quite figure out your relationship.

"So... you and Bakugou, huh?" Kirishima asked one day as you were changing for gym class.

"What about us?" you replied, trying to sound casual.

"You're like the only person he doesn't yell at," Mina chimed in, eyes sparkling with interest. "Spill the tea!"

"We grew up together," you explained with a shrug. "Our moms are friends. It's not a big deal."

But it was becoming a big deal, at least to you. The more time you spent with him, the more you noticed things: the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners when he was truly amused, how gentle his hands could be when helping you with a training exercise, the protective way he positioned himself when villains attacked during your field training.

And worst of all, you were pretty sure Katsuki had noticed your noticing.

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"You're distracted," he growled during your Saturday training session. You'd taken to practicing together on weekends, away from the prying eyes of your classmates. "Your form is sloppy."

"Sorry," you mumbled, resetting your stance. "Let me try again."

He circled you, making minute adjustments to your posture. "Elbow higher. Center your weight." His hand brushed against your lower back, and you tried desperately not to react.

"Better," he approved, stepping back. "Now try to hit me."

You launched forward, quirk activated, aiming a strike at his midsection. He dodged easily, but you anticipated it, pivoting to catch his arm. For a moment, you thought you had him, but then the world tilted as he swept your legs out from under you.

You landed hard on your back, Katsuki following you down, his hand catching your wrist and pinning it above your head. His face hovered inches above yours, both of you breathing hard.

"Predictable," he said, but his voice sounded strange—rougher than usual.

You were suddenly aware of every point of contact between your bodies, the weight of him partially above you. His eyes dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second.

"Katsuki..." you breathed.

He released you abruptly, standing and offering a hand up. "Again," he said, turning away. "And focus this time."

But focus was impossible now. Every touch, every glance felt charged with something neither of you was willing to name.

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The training camp was supposed to be an opportunity to improve your quirks, but all you could think about was the growing tension between you and Bakugou. You'd caught him watching you during meals, during training, during the rare moments of downtime. And you'd been just as guilty.

"Just talk to him already," Uraraka urged as you sat together by the campfire on the final night. "The suspense is killing all of us."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you replied, though your eyes automatically sought out Katsuki's spiky blonde head across the fire.

"Sure you don't," she giggled. "That's why you've been staring at him all night."

Before you could defend yourself, Aizawa announced it was time to turn in. You stood, brushing dirt from your pants, when a message buzzed on your phone.

Meet me by the lake. 10 minutes. -K

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you made your way to your cabin, changed quickly, and then slipped out into the darkness. The path to the lake was lit only by the stars and the waning moon, but you could have found your way blindfolded.

Katsuki was already there, sitting on a boulder near the water's edge, his back to you. The moonlight silvered his hair, softened the perpetual anger in his profile.

"You came," he said without turning around.

"You asked me to," you replied simply, coming to stand beside him.

For several long moments, neither of you spoke. The lake lapped gently at the shore, crickets singing in the undergrowth.

"You've been acting weird," he finally said, turning to look at you. "Weirder than usual."

"So have you," you countered.

"Because of you!" he snapped, standing suddenly. "Because you keep looking at me like—like—"

"Like what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Like you want something from me," he said, stepping closer. "Like you're waiting for something."

Your breath caught in your throat. This was it—the moment where you either took the leap or retreated to safety.

"Maybe I am," you admitted.

His eyes widened slightly, and for once, Katsuki Bakugou seemed at a loss for words. Then, with a frustrated growl, he closed the distance between you, one hand tangling in your hair as his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was everything you'd imagined and nothing like you expected—fierce but unexpectedly tender, demanding yet asking a question. You answered by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, he pressed his forehead against yours. "Took you long enough," he muttered.

You laughed, the sound bright in the quiet night. "Me? You're the one who's been glaring at me for weeks!"

"That's how I look at everyone," he protested, but his hands remained gentle where they held your waist.

"Not everyone," you corrected softly. "Not me. Not anymore."

Instead of arguing, he kissed you again, slower this time. In the gentle night beneath the stars, with the boy you'd known all your life but were just beginning to truly see, you felt something click into place. Like coming home after a long journey, to find that home had been waiting for you all along.

"We should get back," he said eventually, though he made no move to let you go.

"Five more minutes," you murmured against his lips.

For once, Katsuki Bakugou didn't argue.

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

https://www.deviantart.com/gingerchickens/art/Seakens-MYO-event-OPEN-811899936 the seakens MYO event is open!!

Reblog with your OC!

Or - join the Smaller Bodies discord!

(REFRESHED LINK)

In the #ocs-in-the-cult channel, please!

More info below!

If there are too many new characters, some may not get in.

Where will my OC be used?

Answer: the Cult of the Destroyed.

If you’ve read ‘Til Queendom Come, you’ll know that the story ends with Catnap starting a cult. This cult is comprised of disabled, rejected or rebellious toys who were sent to be killed at Destroy-A-Toy.

The next series features Dogday struggling to cope with Catnap’s “death” before a source willing to help him reveals that - no, Catnap is not dead, but she’s in a land full of cultists…

Those cultists are you! :D

You're also allowed to join the server just for fun! It's not just for the event. You can post art, music or writing there, meet new people, just generally chat! Just please adhere to the rules.

This is just for fun! Please don’t stress! 💚

My display name is Queen Catnap! Looking forward to seeing you there!!

Members already there include:

@calebtsm

@nathaniel-prime098-blog

@lemonbaloni

@the-smiling-doodler

@wafel1160

@sugary-knacks

And some friends who don’t have tumblr but you’ll see them there! <3

Wow, Happy Holidays!

Christmas is up and coming! This my first post but I want to bring the hype to @xpau-official !! Made & hosted by @kuuuuro !

Look who's invited! "Chain"saw Sans! My favorite insane scientist! Definitely the better vers of Sci, hah!

Chain/Dolltale Sans is made by Fuiwaki Pui on Instagram! :]

Elated to see the future of XPAU; until next time, see you!

Star Warsのイベント、「スターウォーズセレブレーションジャパン2025」が来年開催されるみたいなので、その予告動画を見てみた。このイベントでは、シリーズの超豪華キャストや制作スタッフも、参加するイベントみたいだから貴重な機会だと思う。しかも、17年ぶりに日本でやるイベントらしいので、興味ある人は行ってみるのもありかな。

Jacks realization that he indeed is LOUD sometimes @therealjacksepticeye some art for the community event hope you like it.

I am ready and this got me bouncing in my seat!!!

Master Post

Welcome to Ghostly Trades!

A Danny Phantom OC art/lit trade with a twist!

This is a collaborative event where fans of Danny Phantom with ocs catered to the show come together to celebrate creativity, connection, and a little bit of secrecy. Here's how it works:

Sign-ups are open via DM until May 31st (afterwards, I'm not accepting any new people signing up).

Once you join (after the 31st), you'll be paired with two people: One whose identity you’ll know in which you’ll create art or a story featuring their Danny Phantom OC. One who’s a mystery in which they’ll create something based on your OC, but you won’t know who they are until they post what they've came up with!

The people you'll be paired up will be at complete random, via a name picker wheel. Once you're paired up with somebody, you can swing into their ask box (anonymously) and ask whatever questions you have about their oc that you can use to make the peice.

There isn't really a deadline to finish peices, but I would say try to get them finished by the end of June.

Once you finish the piece and post it, make sure to tag the creator of the oc (that's when you reveal you were paired up with them) and tag this blog so I can swoop in and reblog your creation.

And now, a couple rules, just to keep things in check:

No racism

No sexism

No homophobia

No complaining about the person you're paired with

No being rude to others

Just be a good human being

Habe fun (cheesy, sure, but still)

With that, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, weather that be in the comments of this post, private message, or even a ask in my inbox, that's up to you!

With that said, hope you have fun and goodluck!

KH OC week 2024 - Day 1: Introduction.

''What if unversed will get it's own heart?''

name: Hajime (self-chosen name) | age: ??? | gender: male | experiment № ??? | keyblade wielder

short description: Hajime is a "not very successful" experiment of one of Ansem the Wise's apprentices, but that gave him a body in which his heart could now exist. Now he has his own weak, imperfect heart, and a body to match. At the moment he was created, and for a long time after, he was in a very deep sleep. For the worlds outside he slept for more than 10 years, but all this time he tried to get used to his new heart, understand it, and wake up for the first time.

For Hajime this was his first internal awakening, 'cause all this time before he was just a creature driven by instincts, filled with negative emotions. Finally waking up from a long sleep, for him his whole body felt heavy, his bones bent for the first time, his skin was unusually soft and warm. Everything seemed painfully unfamiliar, he was lost. Hajime had a lot of questions in his head, all he wanted now was answers.

nature: Hajime is always more susceptible to his negative emotions, while the positive ones are somewhere deep inside, hidden and very difficult to reach. This makes him emotionless most of the time, where anyone would smile or laugh he feels something strange, and it is hard for him to give free rein to natural positive emotions, they always get like a lump in his throat. He has yet to understand what is happening to him.

my comment: For me Hajime is a child between me, the Kingdom Hearts universe and my huge interest in it. Another attempt to create an art project. I decided to see what interesting things I can come up with within this universe, try myself in something new, absorb new knowledge in the concept, design and other things that I love based on Kingdom Hearts. I was amazed by many interesting scenario, design and art decisions made by developers. Hajime is also my personal huge experiment on the basis of "what I am capable of and what can I learn".

I can't say for sure what awaits him in the future, but for now he is motivation for me. (and now there is a good reason to rewatch Disney films)

I'm very luckily returned on Tumblr and came across this event. I am also very glad that now i had reason to share the already finished concepts and ideas of this character, who has been with me for quite a long time and has survived a kind of creative hell in my head lol. + sorry for my english, i'm not a native speaker!

@khoc-week

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Ailatan Engel • flickr • IG • MM

🌸🍀 Hello and welcome to our (first) Flufftober Spring Edition 🌸🍀

SURPRISE 😁

Yes, we've decided that one month of the year simply isn't enough anymore! So we would like to fill two weeks in March with as much fluff as possible 🥰 for that to happen, we present you with 14 prompts, some of them neutral, some very much sping-themed.

How does this work?

Pretty much like our regular Flufftober event in October, so you'll find all the common rules and info below the cut. Contrary to the big event though, this one here only runs for two weeks instead of the entire month, and we set the date from March 11th to March 24th! So prompt one is NOT supposed to be posted on March 1st but instead on March 11th! Prompt two is for March 12th, prompt 3 for March 13th, and so on...

Since this is a smaller prompt list, you also won't find any prompt extras to switch these out with, sorry. Maaaybe if this event is a success, we'll think about changing that in upcoming years 😉

Below the cut, you'll find all our rules, posting info, and all the prompts in writing. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us asks 🥰

Friends, we so hope you love this surprise and that the prompts may inspire a lot of fluffy creations! We wish you a great start to the new year and as always

Happy Creating 🥳

Standard Blog Rules & FAQ

(Due to previous asks, we made sure to add more points to this section - while they're not new rules, they're new to this list, so you'll find them colored green)

No inc*st or p*dophilia - we can’t keep you from writing it or creating art for it but it won’t be reblogged. No inc*st: This rule does not apply to distant cousins and such, as you might find in the LotR fandom (or basically in all of European Monarchy). The line we draw is at direct blood relations (siblings, (grand)parents, kids) and/or legal guardianship. No p*dophilia: This rule does not rule out fandoms that feature teenagers such as Harry Potter, Heartstoppers, Hunger Games, etc. It also doesn't mean you can't write about their time together as teenagers! It's aimed at ships in which one is a minor and the other is not - but since even that has grey areas, the rule is this: if you keep it SFW, all is good and allowed, we don't care; if it turns NSFW, be mindful of the legalities of the world/society/times your characters live in.

No hate or ship bashing - we’re all different and we all love different things. As long as it doesn’t go against rule #1, it’s allowed.

Tag correctly! Trigger warnings (including cheating!), ships, ratings, (pure) smut, etc - it’s all fine as long as you tag it.

There’s absolutely no word count restriction, write as little or as much as you like.

In regards to art, anything goes: drawings, paintings, collages, mood boards, gif sets, videos, playlists… the sky’s the limit (though not really…). If you would like to create a podfic, the fic you're using does not have to be new - your creation will be new!

You can mix and mash different mediums however you like, be it within one prompt or on different days.

While we can’t force you to write fluff or create fluffy art, please try to keep in mind that this is a fluff event 😉 that, of course, doesn't mean you can't combine it with angsty/whumpy prompts - hurt/comfort is absolutely welcome!

You can start creating as soon as you see this - but please refrain from posting before the respective day.

If you post early, we will schedule your post for the correct day; if you use multiple prompts in one creation, we will post on the earliest day you used.

You can participate on as many days as you like, even if it’s just one; you can also create multiple entries for the same day.

You can replace as many original prompts as you like with our prompt extras; you can also combine them with the original prompts or create for them in addition, that's completely up to you.

It’s okay to write one story/a series for all the prompts.

You do not have to stick to one character, ship, or even one fandom - switch as often as you like to or even write for multiple ships for one day.

The ship does not have to be a romantic one! Friendship and family feels are more than welcome (but this is not a way to get around rule #1!)

Original works as well as OCs in fandoms are welcome! But please make sure to mark these clearly, either in the tags or the post itself. We're not familiar with all fandoms (though we're definitely learning a lot!), so we're not always sure what might be an OC and what might be such an unknown side character not even Google can find them...

Reader insert fics (for example "character x reader") as well as RPFs are absolutely allowed.

Other languages are also welcome - just make sure to clearly mark the day and fandom so that we can still easily reblog.

This event can be combined with other events as long as the other event allows it.

Late entries are always welcome, even if it is months or years later.

All fandoms and ships are welcome - fanon and canon - as long as they’re of age (in case you want to add smut) and not related.

Posting

Posting to tumblr

Please use the tag #fluffspring2024 Make sure there is NO SPACE between fluff and spring and 2024! We will NOT be checking other variations of this tag!

Since tags are sometimes wonky, make sure to also mention us with @flufftober in your post

We will try to catch them all, but please don't be mad if we miss a post or if it gets reblogged a bit late

If you're absolutely certain a post has slipped past us, feel free to send an ask with the link to your post

To make reblogging easier for us, make sure to add the following tags: #fluffspring2024 #day [xy] #[fandom] #[ship and/or main character(s)]

Posting to ao3

You can add your creation to the collection Flufftober Spring Edition 2024 (flufftober_spring_edition_2024)

Late entries are always welcome, on tumblr as well as the ao3 collection! Neither will close - but like always, reblogs will become less regular the more months have passed...

Prompts

1. New Beginnings

2. Banter, Joking, Fun

3. Spring Cleaning

4. “Let me take care of you.”

5. Honey & Bees

6. Sharing a Blanket

7. Giving someone a Present

8. Breakfast in Bed

9. Daisies

10. Iced Beverage

11. Enjoying the Fresh Air

12. Claiming, Clingy, Possessive

13. “It’s still too cold.” - “No, it’s not.”

14. Putting down Roots

can i please get a bakugou x fem!reader who is alone on valentine’s day at a bar and her toxic ex walks in and she has to pretend to be dating anyone 🥺🥺🥺

YES YES YES

More Thankful Than You Know

bakugou x reader

masterlist

wc: 770

cw: kinda hurt to comfort, protective bakugou😤, shitty ex, cursing

What else were you supposed to do when your asshole ex walked in?

To put it simply, you hated valentine's day. When you’re alone that is, which also happens to be the case today. So, as most people do when they’re lonely, you make your way to the nearest bar to drown out your sorrow. This wasn’t how you had expected to spend the love filled day, about a month ago you were still in a relationship, well that’s before you came home one night and see your asshole ex-boyfriend trying to pack up and leave with some bimbo while you were at work.

As you walk in and make a beeline for the bar seating, a sigh leaves your lips at the multitudes of people in there like a nightclub, all of which had the same idea as you. Not even thinking you just take the closest seat to you not caring who was by you. Finally, being able to order your drink and take the first swig was the best thing that had happened that week, well until you hear the familiar taunting voice. Looking at the door with wide eyes you see him, the breath leaves your lungs and you're frantically looking for an escape. He can’t see you, not here alone, not moping the way you are. Without thinking you turn to the stranger next to you finally taking in your surroundings.

The words come out all at once all blurred together in a hurried state, “Look I know you don’t know me but that guy over there was horrible to me, and he can’t know I'm here by myself or god knows what will happen. So please please pleaaase help me.” You whisper to the significantly larger male next to you. He says nothing in response and looks over your shoulder at your ex.

“Fine. But you owe me another drink.” He says in a gruff, deep voice. You spring up from your sitting place and fling yourself on him for a hug, “Oh thank you, thank you so much!” When you come to your senses you push yourself off him while muttering an apology, to which he just shrugs. “Oh, and by the way my name’s-”

“Y/N! Hey doll, what’re ya doin here?!” There it was, the dreaded moment you had been waiting for. The stranger sees the discomfort in your eyes, and he immediately puts a comforting hand on the small of your back. He had been nicer to you in two minutes than your ex had been in two years.

“Oh? What’s this doll? Had to get a rebound guy to get over me huh?” He coos in a sickly-sweet voice that just made you deflate even more. “I-I-”

“Aw, all choked up to see me too. How sweet!” The stranger could watch any longer before he stood up showing his heroic body in all its glory. You didn’t notice it before, but he was attractive, very attractive, standing at about 6’7 and a massive build, he was practically a god.

He steps in front of you in a protective manner, now towering over your ex. You see the life leave his eyes at how much larger the male is.

“What you had to get a bodyguard to protect you cause you’re so scared of me? Tch whatever have her, she’s a worthless whore anyways.” The statement makes your fists curl around the back of his shirt as tears well in your eyes.

At this point the whole bar has gone quiet at the scene, the stranger gently removes your clinging form before he roughly grips your ex by his collar and personally escorts him outside. With him screaming and kicking like a toddler with a tantrum. He throws him out the door watching him land on the hard concrete with a thud before speaking,

“If you ever so much as look at her again, your ass is mine.” Unsure of why he felt so obligated to stand up for you, he shakes the feeling, hearing the entire establishment clapping with pride for the man.

“You are a lifesaver!!! I can’t tell you how thankful I am! Um excuse me can I get another one of whatever he’s having?” You ask the bartender.

“S’no problem. S’what heroes do.” He says while sitting back down.

“H-hero?” Your voice shrinking a bit as you speak. To that he turns to smirk at you before saying, “Katsuki Bakugou, or better known as Dynamight, nice to be of service pretty.” He watches your jaw fall open as he takes the first sip of his new drink. Oh he’s gonna love having you around.

Valentine’s day Event!!

It’s started late because I have been busy but every day for the rest of February there will be a new something for Bakugou!!! Please please please feel free to give me prompts/requests, everything but smut <3 happy reading!!!

Event fics here:

Day 1: More Thankful Than You Know

Day 2: So This Is Love

Day 3: s/o who’s love language is touch

Day 4: “Then Who Should I Give My Time To?”

Day 5: I’ll Be Your Voice