𝐀 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃&𝐃 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Dabi in “One's Justice”

Anime vs. Manga

can’t stop laughing, sorry

😔🤚🏼pls

Contrary to popular belief, Bakugou had his own insecurities.

Thoughts, questions that he'd give anything to avoid, but still pop up anyways.

Will he ever reach the top?

Will he ever be the No. 1 hero?

Will he ever even become a hero?

He was accustomed to these sort of thoughts floating around in his mind. So much, that he'd started to refute them on his own.

He would reach the top.

He would become the No. 1 hero.

And he would definitely become a hero.

And believe it or not, that worked.

But this technique, if you could call it that, sadly didn't work for another question.

Will you ever be his?

The first time the thought popped up, he nearly exploded everything within a 10-metre radius.

The single thought had sent his mind into a complete disarray.

When had he started thinking of you like that?

Weren't you just another one of his classmates?

Why didn't he hate this feeling?

Try as he might, he didn't. He couldn't.

How could he hate you?

You, who always met him with a smile.

You, who could handle spicy food and even complimented his cooking.

You, who unlike those other extras, wasn't bothered by his sharp comments.

You, who could take his harsh criticism, and always came back better.

You, who always managed to surprise him with your fighting skills.

You, who didn't annoy him as the rest did- Fuck.

He was in for it now, wasn't he?

omg i would literally pay for a pt.2 to ghostface!bkg and yn finding the mask in his room when shes clearing up his laundry?

that.. is actually such a good idea..

like you're cleaning his room and laundry to be nice, and you check under his bed to make sure there's no hidden clothes or socks under there, and instantly it's just like. ghostface mask. staring at your face.

and!! and the voice changer!!

can you imagine if it's like DBD ghostface and he has a polaroid camera 🤤 with a little baggy full of secret snaps of you!! oh my fucking god and you pull out the his leather gloves and the knife.. i'm screaming.. (minus the s (':)

anon you're an actual saint.

TW: smoking, weed, suggestive?

Imagining getting absolutely out of your mind crossed on a rooftop with Dabi.

——————-

He’s leaning against a corner of brick, smoke billowing from his nose when he laughs at a joke you made, the scarred skin underneath his eyes pulling tight as his eyes crinkle with laughter, hands clutching his side.

It wasn’t even particularly funny, but between the booze and the weed, his guard was lower than usual.

You enjoyed your rooftop adventures with the man for that very reason. It gave you glimpses of what he was like before he built all those walls, before his only dream was destroying his father.

You would’ve liked the old Touya, you think.

You take the moment to just look at him fondly while his attention is elsewhere, your own softer laughter bubbling up at the sight of his happiness.

He draws his legs up as he leans back, wiping his eyes with his thumb as if he’d been on the verge of tears, eyes settling on you warmly. He settles his elbow on one of his knees as he tilts his head to rest on his fist, studying you intensely as you take another long sip from the bottle of whiskey between the two of you, and he stifles a chuckle when you grimace at the taste.

His mouth quirks up in a gentle smile as he holds out the smoldering joint in offering after a moment, still held too close to his body for you to reach from where you sit.

You heave yourself forward onto your knees, body stretching to reach for the joint. The moment your fingers brush against his, he’s pulling back with a grin, holding it just out of your reach.

You frown at him as he presses the weed to his lips and inhales deeply, exhaling smoke away from you as you settle between his legs, arms crossed.

He takes in your pout and chuckles, leaning forward so that his face is inches from yours, his hand reaching to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His thumb is soft when it traces over the skin on your cheek, following a path to your bottom lip and you can’t help the way your pulse jumps.

He watches intently as he tugs it down slightly, wishing he could sink his teeth into it when it snaps back into place.

“Open,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb past your lips to press down on your tongue, your mouth widening immediately.

His eyes are hooded, from the weed or from the way you’re so obedient, so pliant for him, you’re not sure. He uses his other hand to inhale for a long moment before he leans forward and blows the smoke directly into your mouth, watching your eyelashes flutter and tongue pulse under his finger before he’s releasing you.

He slides a hand behind your neck as he chases the smoke with his lips, unable to help himself and slotting his mouth over yours easily as you lean into him. He half heartedly stamps out the joint to free his other hand, both coming to cup your face as he pulls you in closer.

You’re the first to pull away, when he guides your hands under his white shirt and the familiar feeling of his skin and staples beneath your palms snaps you out of your stupor. You’ve done this all before and you know that just like before, it’s going to end badly for you.

“Dabi,” you warn softly, his breath fanning out over your bottom lip as his forehead presses against yours.

“Touya,” he corrects, voice low. “For you, it’s Touya.”

You know you shouldn’t let him draw you back so easily, but when he leans in again, you don’t stop him.

Hawks : Hey, are you a painting?

Dabi : no?

Hawks : cause i could really nail you on the wall ;)

Dabi : wha-

Shigiraki : the motherfucker said he wants to hang you.

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Morning kisses and raspy voices with Bakugou Katsuki ( x reader fluff)

> posting some soft bakugou for the dash <3 my coffee was so sweet this morning and I was in desperate need of comfort after watching banana fish :(

No warnings! Gender-neutral Reader! tons of fluff :)

Stretching its warm rays, the sunlight tickles your skin, brushing you awake gently. It’s a rare moment of peace, one usually stripped away by a loud ringing alarm clock. Tranquility and warmth wash over your sleepy form, you nuzzle closer to the big chest next to you. A tender and heavy hand finds its way to the back of your head, gliding down to caress your upper back. The steady rise and fall of his broad chest, skin soft against your cheek, keeping you blissfully half asleep. Until the blonde under you yawns loudly, body shaking slightly as he stretches one big arm over his head. You giggle softly as he groans deeply, tiredly and clearly having needed that stretch. He sighs again, and you can feel his tense muscles relax again under you. His toned torso feeling softer than before, you smile against his chest as he pulls you closer to him again. Your fingers trail their way up his stomach, earning you a slight chuckle as you move them upwards, one hand tracing patterns on his chest now. Peacefully and sleepily, you flutter open your eyes, slowly shifting your head upwards to look at your tired lover.

Sunday morning was always your favorite, that one day of the week no one would wake him but you. No alarm clock, no distress call. You knew how much he needed his sleep, and now, finally fully rested, he was smiling happily back down at you. Drowsy, and slurring his words, his morning voice rings in your ears- “G’d mornin’ darlin’~” he grins softly, his features colored by honey sunlight. “Hmm~ morning 'Tsuki-” you nuzzle back into his chest, smiling to yourself as you blush. The warmth spreading across your cheeks catches his attention, he raises his voice again, knowing he was the cause of it. His voice more raspy than usual, and his tone tempting, “no need to be shy and hide away~”. Sending shivers down your spine, you blush as you look into his red eyes. The crimson hues amplified by the morning sun in his face. He presses a lazy kiss onto your lips, lingering for a bit longer before he gives you a head pat, signaling you to lay back down again.

With fresh kissed lips and a fluttering in your stomach, you rest your head on his chest again. No matter how much you wake up next to him, he always finds a way to take your breath away. It was impossible not to fall in love with him all over again, with every smile or glance your way he sends your heart racing. Even half-asleep, his touch is comforting and tender, and you can feel the raw affection in his gaze. His sun-kissed features comforting and inviting, you lean back up to kiss him again.

Giggling, the two of you roll around in your sheets lazily, pressing more and more kisses to each other's lips as the sun continues to rise high into the sky. Lost in your moment, you quickly forget about the rest of the world in the arms of your lover. Safe and at peace, the air filled with love and affection. The kind of unconditional and unwavering love you’ve been looking for in all the wrong places before you met him, the kind that makes your soul smile.

hold me close

premise: bakugou x gn! reader

description: at seventeen years old, bakugou realizes he’s fallen—hard.

genre and warnings: a bit of angst (katsuki’s negative thoughts) but mainly fluff, hurt/comfort ig you could say?

author’s note: so i wrote 99% of this like last week and somehow never finished writing the last sentence or editing it 💀 i had something pretty different in mind tho and it ended up going in a different direction but i’m happy with how it came out. so there’s definitely going to be a part two!! but yea. i’ve never been in love but i feel like the stage in someone’s relationship where they finally say the first “i love you” is really special and has a lot of meaning, it changes things (in a good way). so i thought i’d write about it!! ALSO i would like to tell you all that @quirkfailure‘s big beautiful brain and what she said about falling asleep next to katsuki inspired the last part; it’s my favorite part so tysm jaegh >:] without further ado pls read and enjoy!!

“open your front door, idiot.”

“wha—”

“just do it.”

you checked the time: 4:15 am. nice.

still groggy from sleep, you slowly clambered out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, wondering why the hell your boyfriend called to ask you to open the door in the wee hours of the morning. in hindsight, it should have been more alarming, but you weren’t really thinking that clearly after just being woken up.

turning the lock as softly as you could, you cracked open the door and peered through. there stood katsuki, impatiently tapping his foot as if he didn’t just show up in front of your door at 4:15 in the freaking morning. now that he was standing right there in front of you, the reality of the situation dawned on you. on top of that, your parents would definitely freak out if they knew your boyfriend was outside of your house. or that you even had a boyfriend, for that matter.

“what the fuck?” you whisper-shouted. he only scowled.

“ya gonna let me in or what?” he didn’t really need to ask, though, since he was already pushing past you and entering the house. as you locked the door you were about to retort back with something when you suddenly heard the door to your parents’ bedroom creak open. you both froze.

“hey—oof!” grabbing him by the shoulders, you practically threw katsuki into the living room where he wouldn’t be seen from the stairs. and just in time, too, since you saw your mom’s figure emerge from her bedroom. by quickly giving the excuse that you just wanted some water, you succeeded in avoiding any suspicion from your parents. as soon as she disappeared back into the room, you turned to katsuki to interrogate him once more. now that he was inside, despite the dark, you could make out that his hair was more disheveled than usual, and he was wearing one of his skull shirts with some flannel pajamas pants. you’d never actually seen him in his pajamas, but that wasn’t the most jarring feature of his appearance. what you were surprised by was his red, blotchy face that couldn’t have been from the cold outside since it was a pretty warm night. you got closer to observe his bloodshot and puffy eyes, which only confirmed that thought. he’d been crying.

“katsuki,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to his face, “are you okay?”

for a moment he didn’t say anything, only staring hard back into your eyes. he squinted a little, and his eyebrows seemed to furrow a bit, possibly in frustration. he scoffed and looked away, grumbling out a quiet, “‘course i am, why wouldn’t i be?” but the way his voice came out a little shaky, and cracked slightly towards the end told you so otherwise.

“bullshit,” you whispered back almost immediately. but you didn’t pry, and instead took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. as you busied yourself with filling a glass of water, katsuki looked around in curiosity. he’d never been to your house before. “drink,” you said softly as you handed the water and took his hand, leading him quietly up the steps back to your room. once you got inside, you closed and locked the door as you moved to open the windows. the night was warm and sweet, so it’d be a waste to not indulge in it at least a little.

katsuki, on the other hand, stood in the corner, observing your childhood room. the pictures that lined the walls and the shelves of you at various ages with different relatives fascinated him; you had a whole life before you met him. baby pictures and stuffed animals from your younger years, band posters and polaroids of friends from your teenage years. family vacations, school pictures, kindergarten graduation. childhood crafts, awards and trophies, trinkets from friends. your whole life was encapsulated in that room, so it felt like he was somehow intruding. he shouldn’t be here, he thought. you had a whole life outside of him, outside of his mean words and cruel personality, so why did you make time for him? why him? he was a fucking jerk, right? he could feel his stomach churn; coming here was a mistake. the weight of the words that he brought with him dawned on him: he loved you. so, so much. there was no way that you could love him back, though—right? and there was no way he could give you what you deserved, give you a life you’d be happy living. not someone like him. so he succumbed to the voice in his head, and let it convince him, even if his heart pounded against his rib cage in a beat only for you, that he, katsuki bakugou, would never fit into your perfect life in the way he so desperately wanted to.

“hey,” you called, pulling him out of his thoughts as he saw you patting the space on the bed next to you. he couldn’t leave now, so he downed the glass of water in hopes that it would soothe the churning of his stomach (it didn’t) before hesitantly taking a seat on the edge of your bed. you reached a hand out to graze his, waiting for him to take it. his fingers twitched out of reflex, but he ultimately never did, only pulling his hand away and into his lap. he could feel your eyes burning into the side of his face, but he wouldn’t dare to look up at you. it hurt too much to even be in your presence at this point, yet at the same time he couldn’t find it in him to leave your side.

“why are you here?” your voice cut through the silence. katsuki knew you were only asking out of worry why he wasn’t at home and in bed at four in the morning but the question still hit a nerve. why was he here? why was he here with you? was it because he couldn’t sleep that whole night, thoughts of you and only you filling his head? was it because as the night went on, and he stared at the album full of your pictures on his phone that he realized the feeling that gripped him wasn’t just liking you anymore but overwhelming love? or was it because at that revelation his body began to shake and tears flooded his vision at how fucking scary it was to have fallen so, so hard? he didn’t know. but he did know that on that warm summer night the only warmth he’d ever want was yours, the only feeling he’d ever crave was you. so it was only natural that he ended up on your doorstep, saying every prayer he knew in hopes that you’d pick up your damn phone and let him in. let him into your house, into your life, into your heart, and hold him close.

realizing you were still waiting for an answer, he closed his eyes and took a shaky inhale to muster up as much strength as he could before he exhaled and opened his eyes, turning his head to look right at you. god, you were breathtaking, he thought. and take his breath away, you did. even though your face was still puffy from sleep, and your wrinkled pajamas clung to your body in the most unflattering ways, he couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. the way your eyes were filled with worry for him made his heart clench in both guilt and secret happiness that he was in your mind and in your thoughts. as he looked at you, the three simple words he’d wanted to say since he got there were so close to escaping his lips he thought he’d explode if he didn’t say them. he was scared, so scared, and you made him feel so weak that it hurt, but you were all he could see in that moment. and the sight of you made that voice in his head fall to its knees. so even though it screamed that this was a mistake, and that you deserved so much better, he let his tunnel vision take over and took that leap of faith his heart had wanted him to, hoping that you’d catch him and find a place for him in your heart despite it all.

“i love you,” katsuki said softly. “i want to be yours, if you’ll have me, and—i want you to be mine.” and there it was, all laid on in front of you. in a way it felt like he had ripped his heart right out of its chest and entrusted you with it, but it surprised him that in the actual moment it wasn’t painful at all. it felt natural, as if this moment was always meant to happen. he just hoped you felt the same.

the way your eyes widened in shock made his heart drop, though. he knew the severity of his words, and that returning them meant taking this relationship further, so of course you didn’t feel the same way, why would you? this was all a mistake, one big fucking mista—

“i love you too.”

now it was his turn to be surprised. “you do?”

you smiled, and he could’ve sworn you were like the sun. an overwhelming warmth came over him as you continued, “of course i love you, katsuki, did you think i didn’t? and i’ve always been yours, y’know, so of course you’re mine, too.” the way you said it made it seem so obvious, as if it was that simple. and maybe it was, because the way you looked at him made him feel like loving him was the easiest thing you could do.

he felt your arms wrap around him, pulling him towards you to hold him close. his arms did the same as you told him, “don’t doubt my love for you for a second.” and for a while you both sat there, only feeling the warmth of the other even as the sweet spring breeze flowed into your room. you continued to hold him in silence even as you felt hot tears stain your shoulder at your words, and his body began to shake once more. you held him even as the sun began to peek out from behind the horizon, signaling the start of something new. only when a yawn escaped your lips did you pull away to snuggle under the covers of your bed. katsuki sat there for a moment, but when you opened the blanket, looking at him expectantly, he clambered his way inside as well (you didn’t miss the flush on his face as he did). you both laid on your sides and stared at eachother, faces just a few inches away from each other and hands interlocked, until he leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead. “sleep,” he whispered, so you let yourself close your eyes. as you drifted off, you could feel his hand come up to your face, stroking your cheek as his lips softly peppered kisses to your sleepy face. he couldn’t help himself as he placed on on your temple, another two on each eyelid, and one even on your nose. you fell asleep calm, content, and so in love.

but katsuki, despite the slow rising of the sun, could only feel the hammering of his heart as he laid beside you. too much had just happened for him to sleep, but for once he didn’t mind since he got to watch you (he vaguely noted how creepy this technically was but he didn’t really care). you looked so calm and peaceful and oh so cozy, snuggled up in the plush blankets; it made his heart hurt. all he could think about in that moment was how he wanted to keep you all for himself, and protect you from anything else in the world, because he loved you.

as he continued to caress your face, he took another survey of your room. something suddenly caught his eye, something he hadn’t seen before. on your nightstand was a vase of dried flowers; he didn’t know how he didn’t notice it earlier, but now that he did he couldn’t unsee it. it was the same bouquet he gave you on your very first date from a few months ago—three months and three days ago to be exact. it sat right next to your bed, the same bed you woke up in every morning and went to sleep every night in. you kept them, and he realized that the closer he looked, in all of those pictures, all of those knick knacks and trinkets you kept around, he could be found somewhere in them all. you had interspersed him into the collage of your life: among your childhood stuffed animals were the plushies he won for you at the arcade; the array of pictures of your friends included him and his friends, too; sitting on top of the stack of fresh laundry in the corner was his sweatshirt you had taken from him the day prior. even in that moment, he was laying beside your seventeen-year-old self in the same bed your seven-year-old self slept in (no wonder he barely fit). it made that warm feeling come back again as he realized that you had already fit him into your perfect life without him even needing to ask. with that thought in mind, and the sun starting peek out from behind your neighbor’s house, he finally let himself close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber in your arms.

thanks for reading!! reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

IZUKU MIDORYIA HEADCANONS!

HE'S SO <3

Blushes a LOT

A lot of freckles

HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY

A literal menace. Like that boy is evil.

He/him/they, panromantic, cis male, questions a lot tho

GAMER

He overworks himself a lot, so remind him to take breaks

CHAOTIC MF

He learnt not to take Bakugou’s BS so he purposefully teases him when he’s bored LMAO

Smells like a very soft vanilla HARD MITSKI STAN

Prefers nicknames, like zuku or izu

5’9

GIVES THE BEST ADVICE

Him and Bakugou are more like brothers than anything else

MOMMY’S BOY BUT ITS SO FUCKIN SWEET

Has a pet ferret called Eli

He’s actually really close with Mirio, as he sees him as an older brother

OBSESSED WITH MARVEL.

he treats Eri like his little sister 🙁

If you break or misplace his All Might merch; he will hunt you down like a ninja

Imagine Dragons stan

Disney obsessed hoe

HE LOVES ENCANTO SM (his fave movie)

Therapist friend but genuinely needs it the most

Tsu got him into crystals and he’s kinda hyper fixated on them now

Favourite song is Principal by Melanie Martinez

Favourite tv show is The good Doctor