I'm Not The Best At Singing. But I'm Gonna Sing Anyway Dude. I'm Not The Best At Painting. But I'm Still

Hawks, silently minding his own business: …

Dabi: Do you think if someone has a glow stick kind of quirk, their dick glows if it snaps?

Hawks: What?

Dabi: I want that. I want my dick to glow like a light stick if it snaps.

Hawks: I think you need more sleep.

How You Deserve To Be Treated | Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader

A/N: Hi again! Here is my second piece of writing! I’m actually really happy with how this one turned out, and I feel like my writing is already improving since my first fic. I hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader, friends to lovers

Notice: All characters are over the age of 18

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral(female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex(no condom but reader is on birth control so do with that what you will), praise, creampie, reader is a bit insecure, lowkey exhibitionism, non descript cheating boyfriend(fill in w/ any asshole you want)

Word Count: 6,475

Summary: After finding your boyfriend cheating on you and with nowhere else to go, you and Bakugo find yourselves alone together for the first time since you’ve known each other.

You should have seen this coming. 

You found yourself replaying all the red flags that you brushed off, the advice from friends that you countered with “but you don’t know him like I do,” the nights when you felt so alone even though you were sleeping next to him. 

You really should have seen this coming. 

Walking into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and seeing his tongue shoved down some girl’s throat was not how you had planned or wanted your night to go. 

Keep reading

These tones…

“I painted my nails.”

Midoriya turned from his spot by his desk, homework worksheets scattered everywhere in attempt fit in some studying for tomorrows quiz.

“Really?”

You hummed in response handing your hands behind your back. “Can you guess the color Hero?”

A red hue of a blush quickly spread across his face at the affectionate nickname.

“Pink?” He guessed.

A smug smiled bloomed a crossed your face. “Nope, guess again.”

He pondered, the boy had a guess in mind but didn’t want to come out and guess it right away.

“Orange.”

You started rocking back on fourth on the balls of your feet.

“Want a clue?”

Midoriya nodded.

“It’s a color that reminds me of you.”

Ok, so he definitely knew the answer, making his heart beat rapidly.

“Green?” He muttered shyly.

You beamed at the answer, taking your hands out from behind your back and proudly showing your deep green nails.

Midoriya’s lips parted in amazement, your nails looked amazing in the color he could tell it took you time to make sure the polish was applied smoothly. The thought behind the color you chosen made him emotional also.

“It looks amazing baby.” He complimented, taking your smaller hand in his and kissing the palm.

You chuckled and gestured for him to make room to sit.

Midoriya pushed his chair away from his desk and as you sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So that everywhere I go, I have a piece of you with me.”

Before you could do anything else, your boyfriends water ducts of tears started to fill the room.

Shouto smiling 🥺

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Persistence, not perfection

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Conviction is not the absence of fear, doubt, and negative emotions. Conviction is standing in the face of that and saying you have it anyway, because nothing other than what you decide matters.

Stop thinking that you've failed to make an assumption just because your heart is still racing and your stomach still hurts. Your emotions and your body are not god. You can be terrified and shaking in your boots but still standing ten toes down in your assumption

Where I think many people go wrong is the pursuit of perfection. It's the trap of "good enough". When will I be enough? When is what I'm doing good enough to manifest my fucking desire already?? You decide what's good enough, and no one else.

This idea that you have to feel good to manifest, or that you don't have control over when it manifests, the constant song and dance of "doing it right". Law of attraction still has its dirty little fingers digging around inside our hearts

Right and wrong are up to you. There isn't a secret code that unlocks the door, there's no invisible gatekeeper to please, there is only yourself. Have you decided you have it? Have you decided your efforts are good enough or are you constantly punishing yourself.

It is so easy to get lost in what you "should do". Should I be convincing myself or just deciding? Is it ok if I use this affirmation? There is no should.

Do not let shame and guilt destroy you. You should never blame yourself for what is in your reality. You should however recognize you alone have the power to change it.

Stop trying to "fix" everything and ending up spiralling over minor feelings that you can't get to go away. You don't need it to go away. You can literally just decide to keep with the assumption even if you had a stray thought or a flood of emotion. You don't have to hammer down everything that isn't exactly perfectly perfect, because it's yours. Accept that it's yours anyway. Yes I feel like shit, it's still mine. Yes I have doubts, still fucking mine. No I don't understand the "how", it's still mine.

Stop being the observer, hovering over your own shoulder to chastise yourself over every little mistake. You do not need to be perfect to be persistent.

You don't need to "figure out" anything, you don't need to convince yourself or overthink. Manifestation is when you leave all that shit alone and say "no, fuck all of that, I have it".

Trying to micromanage yourself is the easiest loa mistake to make. You end up spiralling for thirty minutes because you had one bump in the road you're trying to force down instead of just saying "sucks, still have it though".

Who cares about belief, who cares about feeling, you are god. Its up to you. I don't care if you feel convinced when you say that you have it, and neither does your subconscious mind.

I'm an insomniac who doesn't drink enough water. If I just go by how I feel I'm gonna think the world is ending. So much of our emotions get falsely attributed to "oh it must not be working" when really, you haven't your body is literally just begging you to go outside or take care of yourself and you're over here like "the universe is against me". No you haven't failed, you're just grumpy and need a nap.

The constant return to "how do I fix it" "how do I manifest" IS living from the old assumption. Deciding that you have already manifested it, regardless of how you feel, is what you need to be doing instead.

Trusting yourself is not this overwhelming influx of dopamine nor is it the complete lack of fear. Having trust is doing the damn method anyway.Having trust is saying, I may not believe it, I may not see it, but it's fucking working. Having trust is getting out of your own way and letting yourself do it without constant double checking.

Conclusion, literally say "nuh-uh!"

"Ok but I don't believe it-" nuh-uh still have it.

"But the 3D-" nuh uh, mine

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

curse of the immortal - ꒦ 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰

➵ sypnosis: when you discover that the painting in a historical museum resembles you.

➵ pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

➵ warnings: description of violence, sexual themes, gore, angst

➵ tropes: historical au, reincarnation au

Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE. This is absurd. No, no. Someone has to be playing a game. A prank. It was easy for this museum to do after all, however, what could ever be the reason for them to do this? Nothing. There is no absolute reason at all. Why would they?

You felt sick to your core. You didn’t know how to feel, your body either wants to sprint miles away far, far away from this place or pick up razor-sharp weaponry, with your heightened amygdala didn’t help your situation. You couldn’t think rationally. No pause and think for a second.

Fear that consumed you as if your body was dunked in a deep, dark, wintry numbing body of still water, topped with a part, puny ice that cracked and shattered under swallowing you whole while walking through. A white mist fogged your head. Your head spinning. Legs buckling underneath. Stomach-churning. Heart piercing and threatening to burst right through your chest. Rigid. Clammy. Speechless. Faint.

What the fuck? What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK!

Keep reading

bakugou katsuki grew up knowing he was needed for how strong his quirk was—how strong he was.

people tended to look up to him, rely on him, for how masterfully he wielded his power. this was only amplified once he hit the pro-hero stage. if there was any trouble, the public could always count on great explosion murder god dynamight to wrap things up nicely. they could always count on him to win. and he did. every single time.

he was a pillar of victory. he was a pillar of strength.

he became one of the heroes to call on whenever there was a particularly rough villain roaming the streets. he was pulled every which way, multiple voices constantly telling him the same three words no matter if he was on duty or not:

"i need you."

"dynamight, i need you to head to the kuiki district—"

"dynamight, i need you at the agency in five—"

"dynamight, i need you to stop the villain with the illusion quirk—"

this incessant need for him, for his power, dominated his life on the daily. and he grew to expect it, to accept it, even. he let it control him, guiding his actions and his triumphs. he was needed, after all. who was he to let these people down?

he was a hero. the world needed him. needed dynamight.

but you, pretty little you, didn't.

the day katsuki's heart started bleeding for you was the day you told him you didn't need him. you wanted him. not for his power, not for his strength. but just for him. for bakugou katsuki.

his entire life that he unconsciously based on his self-worth—on how he could win any battle against any villain, how he could be the strong figure people could always look up to—was upturned by those simple words you uttered to him one quiet night.

you chose him, chose to want him. you chose to love him, to treasure him forever until the end of your life. he felt something snap inside him—something he didn't know he'd been subconsciously craving for as long as he could remember.

the feeling of being wanted.

that someone could look at him and see not only his strength, but everything else that made up him—flaws and all—and still want him.

and katsuki knew, from that moment on, that you were someone that he never wanted to let go.

dating bakugo

with: f!reader, fluff

- you two coming out as a couple came as a shock to everyone

- “wow, I thought you’d be single forever,” Kirishima said.

- “why would you think that?!”

- kaminari is trying so hard to hold it in

- but after a bit of contemplation, it makes sense

- ‘cause let’s be honest, the BANTER between you two was insufferable

- but Bakugo also listened to you the most, showing to the others that he respected you

- onto the cute stuff~

- he loves when you cook for him - even if it’s not good

- okay actually, if it’s horrible, he says that he’ll cook for you instead

- but LISTEN, if you make him something delicious and spicy?! This man is yours

- he will always deny it, but Bakugo is a cuddle bug

- he melts when you brush your fingers through his hair it’s so soft

- He seems like the type of guy to want to be the little spoon but won’t admit to it out of pride

- “Can I hold you tonight?” You ask, knowing this is the only way he’ll give in. “I’ve had a bad day.”

- “Hmph, only because you had a bad day.”

- But when you’re not able to see his face, a tiny smile reaches his mouth

- I totally see you two as a power couple

- Think about it

- Bakugo is the top student at UA and a bad bitch

- You are also a bad bitch

- ✨It just makes sense✨

- As for jealousy, he’s the quiet, simmering pot of anger

- “Suki, are you okay?”

- “Why were you talking to that nerd Deku?”

- “He’s known you longer than I have, so I wanted to know how to impress your parents.”

- Bakugo.exe has stopped working

- Otherwise, he’s so sweet when it matters

Bakugou Katsuki, as you’ve come to learn, is a very animated sleeper.

It all started one night when you blinked yourself awake in the quiet of your moon-kissed shared bedroom, a heavy feeling pressing down onto your body. You took a few moments to orient yourself, the vague remnants of a lingering dream winking out before your eyes. You weren’t sure why exactly you’d decided to wake up at this moment, but you were feeling a bit overheated. Summers were always brutal. When you glanced over at Katsuki, you realized that the heavy feeling you’d been puzzling over was actually his arm… and most of his torso. And one of his legs. He was splayed out on his stomach, the side of his face smooshed into his pillow as faint snores left his slightly open mouth. His head was close enough that you could feel the gentle puffs of air from his mouth against your cheek, see the small movements his eyes made as he probably dreamed a dream worthy of pro-heroes.

You blinked at him for a moment, then lifted your head slightly to look down at your body, the way Katsuki was nearly rolled on top of you. This wasn’t even the position you’d both fallen asleep in; no wonder you were feeling a bit stuffy. Katsuki always ran hot, which made him an absolute nightmare to sleep with in the warmer months of the year. You huffed out a breath of air through your nose, then tried to shift away from him a bit — at least so that you could wiggle out from under his torso.

You’d just moved a few centimeters when you heard a break in Katsuki’s breathing, his head shifting slightly as he blinked blearily at you with tired crimson eyes.

“Wuzzwrong?” he slurred slightly, lifting his head a bit from his pillow so that he could peer at your face. His hair was a bit flattened on the side he’d been resting on while the rest stuck up like a spiky dandelion.

You shook your head, a small smile on your lips at the sight of his lopsided hair. “It’s nothing,” you whispered to him, lifting up a hand so you could gently press the side of his head back onto his pillow. He let you do so with little protest, still blinking hazily all the while. “Just feeling a bit hot, is all.”

He watched you carefully for a moment, and you wondered if he was even fully awake to process what you were saying. Then he mumbled something indecipherable and rolled over onto his other side. You breathed out a sigh of relief when his body moved off of you, shuffling to make yourself comfy once more as Katsuki started snoring again almost immediately. It didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep after that, though once you woke up again in the morning, Katsuki had somehow managed to end up halfway splayed over you once more.

The next time something like that happened, you weren’t so lucky when waking up.

You were jolted awake, blinking rapidly as you stared up at the darkened ceiling of your bedroom. It took you a moment to process that you weren’t dreaming anymore, your vision swimming slightly before you blinked a few more times to clear it up. You were confused, a slight stinging sensation on your cheek making you furrow your brows. There was a weight pressed against your face, and upon turning your head, you realized that it was Katsuki’s hand. Your brows furrowed, the pieces clicking together.

The fucker had slapped you in his sleep.

You sighed, using your hand to gently move his own out of your face. He twitched slightly as you did so, his leg moving along your stomach. It was then that you realized he was splayed out like a starfish on his back, one of his thick legs resting on your torso while his hand was stretched out towards your cheek. Like this, his head was just on the edge of the bed, his opposite arm hanging off towards the floor. He seemed none the wiser to his position, slumbering peacefully away without a single care in the world.

Good for him, you thought only a little bit grumpily, glancing at the small digital clock on the nightstand next to Katsuki’s side to see it was well past two in the morning. Good that he gets to sleep while I’m awake. Bitch.

You huffed, then decided you couldn’t just leave him in this kind of precarious position; you didn’t want him to hurt his neck, after all. So you sat up slowly, turning your body so you could carefully reach over to his head to snake a hand underneath it. You’d just barely managed to squeeze your fingers under his big head before you heard a break in his breathing. He blinked himself awake, lifting his head up slightly as he gazed at you confusedly. His expression almost made you laugh, especially with the way he squinted up at you through the dim lighting of the room.

“Huh?” he eloquently asked, sleep still addling his brain as you waited for him to somewhat process what you were doing.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself like that,” you told him gently, and he wordlessly moved his gaze to see that he was very much close to possibly rolling off the bed. He grumbled under his breath, raising his body so he could shuffle back into a proper position next to you. He moved his leg off your stomach, and you lowered yourself back down onto the bed. The moment your head hit your pillow, Katsuki threw an arm over your chest and tugged you closer to him, burying his face in your hair. He breathed in deeply, then exhaled, increasing his grip on you. Within a few seconds, he was out cold once again, his breaths ruffling the small hairs on your face.

You really had no idea how he kept switching positions like that through the night. You always fell asleep together with him holding onto you, pressing your back to his chest as though he could force you into himself if he tried hard enough. It was kind of funny to you that he moved around a lot in his sleep. It was even funnier that he never seemed to remember when you told him about it in the morning. But even if he kept waking you up at night, you found that you really didn’t mind too much. Not when he held you like this, one of his legs coming up to wrap across your thighs in a way that made you feel safe. Secure.

You sighed, closing your eyes with a small smile on your face.