Eyeliner And Glitter Lipstick - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader.

“sorry! wrong number” prank on your boyfriend

ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

If you havent done this yet can you do a scenario or headcanons with bakugou and an s/o who texts him in the middle of the night with random questions (i.e "What if aliens invaded?" "Do pigeons feel emotions")? Thanks!

- ok so, at first, he would think you are the dumbest mf on this planet, would tell you to go back to bed, all that jazz

- but why would you ever stop that? that’s so boring /3 

- so you push forward, keep asking- you hope he eventually comes around!

- and then he does

- the first one he responds to is ‘why didn’t the 3 little piggies build a house underground?’

- ‘you saw them, they build houses out of fucking hay and twigs, dunce face has more braincells than the three combined. i think that’s an answer enough’ 

- seeing him respond? you nearly jumped for joy

- since i’m hitting a bit of a dead end, here’s a few of those interactions?

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everyone is strange, and being passionate is attractive. don’t be afraid to be who you are and enjoy life the way you want to

Kirishima: *recording a vlog on his phone well walking to class* always be positive!

Kirishima: *trips down 2 flights of stairs*

Kirishima: wow! I got down those stairs really fast!

What’s one word you’d use to describe Katsuki Bakugo?

Mina asks as she shoves a pretend microphone in your face. 

You blink, place your thumb in the book you're reading and shut it to smile up at her. “Mina what is this?” 

“Come on! We’re supposed to be practicing for interviews and stuff and I’m sure they’re gonna ask us about our fellow classmates sooooo… play along would ya?” She says putting a hand on her hip. Ochako and Hagakure are standing behind her, practically bouncing on their tiptoes. 

You give them all a look, and twist your lips to the side with a suspicious frown. “Alright fine,” you say sighing. “Ask me your question.” 

“We’ve noticed you and pro hero Dynamight have been spending a bit of time together on patrols and teaming up for missions. The two of you seem close,” Mina starts in her best interviewer voice. 

You roll your eyes. It’s true, you and Bakugo have been working together more, but it’s only because your quirks seem to be extremely compatible. Kirishima’s hardening is good for endurance practice, but your shields are better at condensing his explosions, quieting them and helping with stealth. 

“We work well together to get the job done,” you reply simply. 

“Right yes, we’ve seen the two of you jump in popularity on the hero charts. Very impressive,” Mina continues and you think you see her hide a snicker behind her arm before she continues. 

“Given how much time the two of you have spent together, I’d figure you know him better than most of us,” she says and it feels like she’s baiting you into something. You squint your eyes. 

“I mean I know him just as much as anyone he works with. Mina, what is this about?” you ask and she shushes you quickly. 

“Come on, don't break character!” she scolds as you roll your eyes. “What’s one word you’d use to describe your colleague Katsuki Bakugo? We’re all dying to get inside his head a bit,” she asks again. 

You huff, open your book and slip a piece of paper into it. Clearly you’re not getting back to it anytime soon. You think for only ten seconds before you look seriously up at her, staring directly into her eyes as you answer. 

“Quiet,” you say simply. 

All three girls sputter and react with wide eyes. “Quiet?!?!  Bakugou?!?!?” Mina squeals. 

“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Bakugou? Spiky blonde hair, explosions, always has a scowl on his face?” Hagakure replies. 

You roll your eyes again, “Yup. The very same one. Now are we done with the interview? My book was just getting good,” you say, tapping the hard cover impatiently. 

“No no no you can’t just name a word that’s the complete opposite of him and then not expect to explain. Forget the mock interview. Spill!” Mina demands. 

You blink up at them in confusion. “But… it’s not the complete opposite of him. When he’s not battling a villain or training, he barely speaks, don’t you notice? He’s usually alone or walking around with headphones. If anything he’s lost in thought. He’s a complete control freak about his progress so he’s always thinking about how he can be better but he doesn’t vocalize it. During patrols I have to pull conversation from him and even then, it’s quite short. With how much he stays to himself, I can't even imagine how loud his thoughts must be,” you explain. 

Mina stops and stares at you in disbelief, but you stare past her head, remembering all of the patrols you had with him. 

He’s always been nothing but quiet around you. It’s almost like he goes out of his way to be quieter and calmer around you. Even after blasting a villain to kingdom come and screaming “GO TO HELL”, he always comes back to you with a soft gravelly, “Nice defense today,” or an even quieter, “Thanks for having my back.” 

You’d kill to hear him scream and yell all of his thoughts like you assume everyone else thinks he does. He’s always been a mystery to you, never able to crack his hard exterior. 

“I think sometimes, he’s even a little sweet,” you whisper and you think it’s to yourself until Mina’s nose is practically hitting yours. 

“Oh my god, you’re… you’re blushing…OH MY GOD! YOU LIK–”

You slap a hand over her mouth quickly while the other two girls squeal. “Shut it! It’s not like that!” you say quickly as the others giggle. 

To your horror, Bakugou is walking up behind them, weaving through the chairs in the large common room. 

“Oi, I just got off patrol. Wanna spar?” he asks, ignoring the others and looking directly at you. 

You give Mina a threatening look that says “I’ll skin you alive if you say a word” before you drop your hand from her mouth and say to him “Uhh yeah, gimme like five minutes to change.”  

“Fine, meet me back here in five then. We can get dinner after,” he says, turning to walk away. 

The girls continue to snicker under their breath as he walks away, but you don’t hear them. All you can focus on is the tips of Bakugou’s ears as he walks away, inflamed a brilliant shade of red and you could swear that he turned ever so slightly to peer at you over his shoulder from the corner of his eye. And on the corner of his mouth, a hint of a little smirk.

"Who else Teddy bear?"

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Headcannon: How would they react if they were hit by an illusionist’s quirk and they saw you die?

Bro would be the least moved... On the outside. The inside is utter turmoil. At the moment, as real as it felt, the facts didn't align so it must have been an illusion. He did beat the shit outta the man for making him see something like that tho. Rabid pomeranian! The villain was easily apprehended (couldn't do much after that beating) and Bakugou's shift was over for the night. Then there was a nauseating nagging in the back of his mind. What if you weren't in his bed when he got back. His chest tightened at the thought of going to an empty house. Bakugou knew what he saw was fake but the uneasy wouldn't leave. He tidied up faster than usual, eager to go home.

Bakugou reached home in record time but hesitated to put the key in. He was becoming more and more uncertain and he cussed like a sailor in his heart. He's never been one to back down so why now!? Oh right, it's because it's Y/N that he's so... scared. After a deep calming breath he opened the door. As expected all he heard was white noise from the fridge and ac unit. Bakugou made his way into the bedroom where you were curled up peacefully with your Dynamight plushie.

Bakugou had a serious love-hate relationship with that thing. He felt proud to have won it for you at a carnival but he never expected the amount of attention you would give it. Especially when he's right there!

In this moment however he didn't mind the mini him keeping you company. He crouched by the bed a small relieved smile on his face. You were safe and cutely snoring. That's all he could ask for. He pressed a kiss to your forehead when your hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"Kat?" you blinked the sleep out of your eyes.

He smiled at you, "who else Teddy bear?" it wasn't teasing as you expected but you were too tired to get to the bottom of it. "Go back to sleep", he urged you gently.

You nodded rubbing your eyes, "hurry and get in bed then", you whined.

"Brat", he shook his head.

"Your brat", you yawned snuggling up to mini Dynamight under the covers.

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'we'll be alright'; bakugou x OCD/hypochondriac reader

A/N: this is quite self-insert because ocd has been kicking my ass the last 4 months 😭 especially when what i'd usually be irrational/obsessive over is actually happening, but i don’t have specifics. but yeah, hope you enjoy :p <33 might make a part 2 of this somehow, or other characters

content tidbits: hypochondriac and OCD reader, GN!reader, talk of obsessions and compulsions, fear of illness (cancer mentioned bc that's one of my fears brought on by my own OCD, as well as random body happenings that could be health related), swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, UA bakugou and reader (what year is up to u), therapy/doctors appointments, platonic relationship, intrusive thoughts, reader isn't initially medicated or getting treatment but does through the fic, essentially hurt/comfort and fluff :) also maybe OOC katsuki. also brief mention of possible OCD katsuki

word count: 1.5k

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Linked this song because it reminds me of how OCD feels :p

it was known to the people you felt close to that you suffered with anxiety- but to what extent?

yourself and bakugou were at a point of closeness and security within your friendship, to where telling him felt alright.

when bakugou found out you had OCD initially, his first thought was just 'oh, they don’t like mess and are a clean freak', because yknow, stereotypes.

but then you told him what it entailed, he took it in. you talked about your persistent health anxieties and scares, the way they plagued you and tormented you.

"That's fucking dumb, though. Like- you'd know if you were actually sick." He'd say.

"But that's the thing, I don't." You explained. "I don't, regardless of symptoms or not, and that freaks me out. And when I can feel something, the only way I can deal with it is to prod or feel at it."

You explained to him some moments this type of thing happened; in one case, you had odd, painless bumps in random places, and the trigger of its unknown cause sent you spiraling. Petrified it was cancer, you went on an internet deep dive, kept seeking external reassurance, feeling at it 24/7- and rather than this helping, all you felt was fear.

The next was a random pain near your rib. Was it a punctured lung? But then a pain on your head- a tumour?? Then your knees felt different sizes- are your bones shrinking???

He listened, trying to recall times you may have been out of it or panicked for what to him, seemed like for no reason. And it started to click. Realising it extended even further than the health anxieties too. Past traumas, or fears, or habits. It made sense. And it made him feel an ache of sadness for you in his chest. But also pride, for the fact you go through this daily.

In saying that, after you left, he went into full research mode on the types of OCD you had talked about, on how they worked, triggers, compulsions, and how to support you.

He wouldn’t admit it directly, but after hearing how it gets to you, then seeing it in real time, made him feel helpless. Until you got support professionally, he was slightly frantic.

He made a promise to be there for you, any time, if you were having a mini episode, or major. Which he didn’t expect to be..... a lot. But he kept the promise.

1:34am the clock on your phone read. You were tired, sore, stressed. Your hand went to the odd shaping on your back yet again, a nervous shiver going through you. You tried to rationalise. 'It's probably just some muscle. Or some kinda benign growth. Or just my body being weird again.

Or maybe it's a tumour-'

The intrusive thoughts kept scratching inside your brain, urging you to keep poking, shifting, looking for an answer you knew wouldn’t come.

You remembered his words: "If you need me when it happens, fucking come to me. I don’t care when, do it. You shouldn’t be alone with this. And don’t you dare feel bad."

Slipping out of bed, you quietly made your way from your dorm to his, careful to not be disturbing to your classmates.

You go to his dorm, and knocked loud enough.

"Fuck off." You heard from behind the door, the angry voice of Katsuki.

"Katsuki? It’s just me. You don’t have to, but I'm having a hard time with my OCD, and wanted to kno-"

Before you could finish the sentence, the door opened. "Get in." He said softly, looking at you half asleep, yet with concern.

Once in, he closed the door, opened the balcony door to let in a soft breeze, and sat on the bed with you. After a moment, he spoke.

"What's it doing now?"

"My brain won’t stop." You respond, voice tight and exhausted. "I keep finding new bumps, or growths, or whatever the fuck, and even though they don’t hurt or do damage, my brain is still saying cancer. Which is dumb, because I'd know if it was by now-"

"It's not dumb." He interupts. "Ok, yeah, worrying about a worst possibility that you don’t even know whether it's true or not is kinda stupid. But don’t beat yourself up over it. It is scary. Not knowing fucking sucks. But none of this is your fault. Yeah, you'd probably know by now. But you're allowed to just observe it, without making it some kind of evil situation. Give yourself some grace, dimwit. You have every right to be scared. Especially since this matters to you so much. But don’t- don’t let it consume you. You know you're fucking strong. So... know regardless, you can beat whatever is going on. Serious or not."

You looked at him, tears of appreciation, but also overwhelm, pooling in your eyes. He scoffed softly, but not in anger, more so in understanding, and pulled you close, both under the covers, and your face to his chest.

"Just cry it out, idiot. You need to at this point."

So you did. Allowing yourself to feel everything, let everything crash out of you, with him anchoring you. He gently eased and shushed you if you started hyperventilating, the crying turning into a spiral of panic. He whispered soft, encouraging words into the top of your head.

"Its okay. You're gonna be okay, regardless of what happens. This isn’t something you'll do alone. We'll get you the help you need, and I'll be here when you need me to. Things will work out how they're meant to. Just because it's scary doesn’t mean it's impossible."

"I know. I know, i'm just so scared. I hate not knowing. I hate feeling like my mind is working against me, and my body is fucking acting on what I'm scared of-"

"Hey, hey, relax. You’re rambling." He says softly, shifting to wipe your tears. "I know. I hear you. As I said, it's no wonder you're scared. Being afraid of something with mixed signal signs of it sounds like hell. But again, one day at a time. You're asking for help- be proud of that. It's fucking hard to even acknowledge it sometimes. You already took the first step."

"That’s kinda rich from you, considering you bottle everything up." You respond, cracking a slight smile.

He laughed a bit, nodding. "Yeah, I know, I'm emotionally constipated, fuck off with what's obvious. But I mean it. Just because I have trouble doing it, and I ain't the best at comforting, doesn’t mean I won't try and help you. I care about you, fuckwad, even if I don’t say it. I really do."

Once settling down, he got you some water, and turned on his TV for some background noise, of something you both enjoy. You sat, talking, about your compulsions, triggers, fears, trauma, all of it. He listened, gave his input, and got what he needed from you in terms of what you wanted in support from him.

That night, with you against his warm frame, he slept well knowing you were there- regardless of what you had going on, he could be there.

And you slept well knowing he was there- knowing that despite any unknown health factors, legit or not, you'd have him.

From there, you decided to start looking into getting professional help. You went to Aizawa, with Katsuki nearby, to let him know of your situation. You came to an agreement that if you ever weren’t in a fit mental state for training or class, he would give you time to catch up, on the condition you would keep consistent with effort. He then informed the other staff of it, so it would be an all around agreement.

Once that was set, you found a place to go to get the help you needed, or at least a start. You started to gain coping strategies, ways to challenge compulsions or triggers, and more to generally work with until you would get advanced help. As for the physical side of things, appointments were booked, so hopefully that would be a steady process also. He vowed to be there throughout the process of getting any required diagnoses as well.

In the meantime, Katsuki was still there. Through any panic attacks, anxiety episodes, reminding you to do something else when he noticed your compulsions, and occasionally yelling at the rest of Class A if a trigger was mentioned when you were near. Which yes, is extreme, but he meant well.

He helped you identify other compulsions and obsessions outside of the hypochondria, and helped take notes on your physical and mental health for future appointments. He even went to your therapist briefly to ask how to support you, and how to work with you in times you couldn’t carry everything yourself.

No matter how hard it was for either of you to battle against the monsters in your mind, and unknown of your body, he kept his promise. You knew you'd be fine as long as you had him, and everyone else who cared for you, at your side.

If you ever feel alone or unsafe, reaching out to someone who will listen, is the first step. You are more powerful and stronger than you know 🩶

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First kiss with Deku

You and Deku were sitting on his bed cuddling after you finished studying when you asked a question,

" Have you ever kissed a girl?"

" What! No, I've barely even had a normal conversation with one...other than you that is, and my mom of course." His face went red but seemed calm.

He stopped being a stuttering mess when he knew that you were the one he wanted.

" Well then in that case~," You leaned in and connected each others lips.

He was a little shaken at first but then leaned into it and the rest came naturally.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you let him. He gently laid you on the bed and hummed at how soft you were.

Once you two pulled apart you gazed into the eyes of each other and cuddled a little closer.

" That was better than I imagined." He whispered.

" Mmhmm,"

" Can we do it again..." He blushed.

𝐀 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃&𝐃 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

A funny/fluffy little story for today. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki ♡

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | While you’ve been cancelling dates to secretly learn D&D and surprise Eddie, the worried little voice in Eddie’s mind starts coming up with its very own reasons for why you might be avoiding him. It’s a good thing that not all misunderstandings end in disaster. Based on this request: reader is trying to learn d&d stuff to suprise eddie but she has to cancel a bunch to do it and eddie is scared that she found someone better with a happy ending

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | fluff, humor, angst if you squint but with a happy ending

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  fluff, humor, angst if you squint but with a happy ending. Not beta read.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝!♡

“Psst! Henderson!”

“HOLY SHIT!”, Dustin’s startled yelp rang through the quietness of the Hawkins library, followed by the dull thudding noise as the books he’d been holding were falling to the floor when he jumped a step backwards, and your own pained gasp as one of the books landed on your little toe with astounding precision.

“What is wrong with you?!”, Dustin half-gaped, half-hissed as both of you stared at each other like two deer in the headlights, and you leaned against the nearest shelf as you waited for the pain in your foot to subside.

“At least I’m not throwing books at people.”

“Then you should stop sneaking up on people.”

“I wasn’t sneaking,” you quipped, meeting the librarian’s annoyed gaze with an apologetic little smile of your own above Dustin’s shoulder, “I was lurking.”

“I thought you were the Demogorgon.”

“Gee, thanks,” you deadpanned. “Anyway, I need your help.”

“I was wondering whether you’d ask, to be honest. I don’t think I’d be the best tutor but for senior class math, but my skills should suffice.”

“I – what?”

“Math. You were talking about math tutoring, weren’t you? I mean, you’ll graduate in a few weeks and Eddie said you were failing miserably.”

“Did he, now. Wow. That’s rich coming from the guy who copies my homework.”

“That’s what I said, too,” Dustin grinned.

“But no. Not math. I need you to teach me D&D.”

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