Break The Cycle: From Darkness To Light

please Katsuki will not hesitate to throw hands with the guy who played you. he was ready to square up the second you called him in tears, crying over how the guy had a girlfriend and had been stringing you along for months (he didn’t because you needed him more so he stayed and held you as you cried. wiping your tears and rubbing your back and trying to hard to stop you from hyperventilating)

but when he sees the asshole across campus, Katsuki sees red. Crossing the quad in a few seconds, Bakugou has the cheater on the floor with a single hit. The guy is confused, nose already bleeding but ready to fight back until he looks up and see Bakugou looming over him.

“you’re lucky she’s okay otherwise i would have killed you” Katsuki seethes, leaning down to the asshole’s level. “if i ever see you talking to another girl again, i’ll find you and end you, do you understand?”

When the guy doesn’t respond, Katsuki grips his collar, pulling him up from the concrete. “do you understand, you pathetic piece of shit?”

the guy nods, nose streaming red and eyes watering in fear. Katsuki doesn’t respond, deeming him not worthy of words before shoving him back to the floor.

Word of the assholes antics spread around campus pretty quickly after Katsuki’s little altercation saving you and future girls from anymore heartache caused by that creep.

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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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥First Kisses with Bakugou Katsuki ( x reader fluff)

“Can we do that again? Kiss- I mean?”

Bakugou Katsuki for @bakucuddles

> I hope you like where I went with this <3 Always love writing for our explosion boy :)

Warnings of Cursing on Bakugou's part, Gender-Neutral reader and slightly suggestive in the sense they are making out on his bed :)

An array of colors behind your closed eyes, and the feeling of warm hungry lips against yours. Your thoughts are foggy and the only apparent thing is his steady large hand on the back of your head, the other sliding up your sides as you feel the cushion beneath you give way under the weight of your body being pressed against it. The song of the movie credits blurred in the distance as all you can hear are his mutters and hushed breathing against your lips. Fingers tangled in his rough ash blonde hair, and your own breath stuttering as you find yourself melting against his touch, lips interlocked tightly together.

You pull away to breathe, arms still wrapped around his neck as you look up into his crimson eyes panting slightly, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks in a flush of embarrassment at his determined gaze, his slightly parted lips still half forming a kiss and his figure over you. He was breathing heavier, too, and you can’t help but feel confident now that you know you have the same effect on him, he has on you. You don’t remember how you had gotten into this situation, only recalling him inviting you to stay longer in his dorm to watch this new movie with him. It wasn’t unlike him to invite you to stick around a bit more, so you had just accepted and joined him on his bed for the next few hours.

The Movie itself was nothing special, but the colors of the TV screen reflected so dreamily in his eyes, bouncing across his features, curves, and edges alike to paint him even more eye-catching than before. You remember how he had caught you staring at him, with that stupid grin of his and a cocky attitude. Recalling crimson hues hushing from your lips back to your eyes, or the small inching closer to each other just minutes earlier, your mind becomes less foggy as your heartbeat calms down, not beating out of its lane anymore. However it was you got here, you know you didn’t want to leave just yet, to keep this side of him to yourself for a bit longer. The careful treading of his hands and his warm breath against your skin, the mix of emotions of affection and want in his eyes, or how ruffled his hair looked with your fingers locked between the strands. So rare and so precious, you didn’t care how much of the movie you’d be missing.

“Can we?” Your voice was still quiet, still breathy after all that making out, lips slightly bruised from his exploration, curious and hungry kisses. “Do that again?” He finishes, his own voice hushed and low, but still so drunk in this affectionate moment. Eagerly you nod, and only seconds after you can feel his lips pressed against yours again. This kissing would be followed by a long talk, about feelings and butterflies, about how serious this would be for the both of you. But if anything, you already looked forward to it. His cheeks flushed and his voice hushed, for your ears only, vulnerable and warm, as he tries to explain what he feels. You know this is difficult for him, you can feel how unsure some of his movements are, how hard it can be for him to be so raw with someone else, so you’ll reassure him as much as you can, tell him how much you feel for him just the same. Once the movie is silent, and your kisses are slower. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this-” “I really really like you, dumbass. Can’t you tell? Don’t make me fuckin’ say it.” And “If you tell anyone that I said that you’re fucking dead- I’ll kiss you to death, hear me?”

telling your boyfriend “i just paid $200 for air in the tires— is that normal??”

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

it’s rare for bakugo to be as relaxed as he is now. there’s always something or the other tugging at the back of his mind, whether it’s his friends’ nagging, hero work, or another weekly existential crisis. it’s hard to get away from everything, to find a place where the most volatile thing in a twenty mile radius is him. 

you grab bakugo’s hand, pulling him out of his thoughts and through the vast expanse of the wispy white flowers along with you. bakugo runs with you, not knowing what else to do. you’ve got him trapped, consuming his senses like how the smoke from his palms and the dust from the dandelions consume his lungs and filling his head with hope he prays isn’t false. hope isn’t for men like him. men like him only know of hatred and guilt and the prison inside their heads. 

you’re not like him, he hopes you never have to be. in a way, you remind bakugo of the dandelions around your– transient, reduced to ash if he pushes you too hard. and suddenly, the dandelions are the least of his concerns. first, he loses himself in your smile. then, your scent, and finally, your voice. he’s powerless when you’re his opponent. 

“make a wish ‘tsuki!” your cheerful voice snaps him out of his stupor. only then does bakugo notice your amused expression and the dandelion in your hand. 

“what?” you shake the flower in front of his face again, laughing harder this time. bakugo grimaces, but his eyes betray him. 

“blow on the dandelions and make a wish!” you shake the flower again, motioning for him to take it. bakugo shakes his head and mutters something about he’s not gonna make a fuckin’ wish and how childish this ordeal is. but even he can’t stop his lips from twitching slightly upwards. 

“fine. i wish—” he rolls his eyes. 

“you can’t do that!” he tries to keep a straight face, but fails when he sees your pout. 

“can’t do what?” he’s doing it on purpose now, you know it. bakugo gives himself away too easily, from the way he leans in towards you to the way his voice lowers and the way the corners of his mouth tug upward the closer he gets to you. you play along with him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt in your hands and pulling him closer. 

“you can’t say the wish out loud. it won’t come true,” you whisper. bakugo rolls his eyes, hoping you can’t see the tremor of his hands shaking the dandelion or hear the way his breathing quickens (spoiler alert: you can, you’re just too nice to say anything about it). bakugo blows on the small dandelion in his calloused hands. and he wishes, at least as much as a man like him can. 

i wish i could stay here forever. with you.

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oh little guy please get some rest </3

maybe one where the reader comforts him after he has a nightmare ?

sometimes, katsuki had nightmares.

they weren't entirely obvious at first. there were days where you noticed he had bags under his eyes, but he always gruffly brushed them off as being a result of pro-hero work. the lingering sense of unease and way he startled easily in the mornings were also something you were wary of, but he told you he was just tired from his patrols. you were concerned, but there wasn't really anything you could do about it if it was related to hero work. and you trusted him to tell you if it ever became too much for him.

but he never did, and you soon realized he'd been lying to you.

one night, when you were both tucked comfortably in your shared bed, you woke up for no reason whatsoever. you were curled on your side, facing the dark wall, wondering why you had blinked yourself awake. you could feel the warmth of katsuki's body besides you, hear the way he steadily breathed in and out, in and out. it was comforting, listening to him, and you eventually found yourself drifting back off into your dreams.

that is, until katsuki jerked abruptly in his sleep.

your eyes snapped open, his body jostling yours as his arm twitched by his side. you blinked blearily and turned your head around to peer at him, wondering if he was awake or not. what you saw made you sit up slightly, shifting around so you could hover gently over his face.

his eyebrows were scrunched up, angled towards his hairline. his lips were tugged downwards in a frown, trembling almost minutely in a way that made your chest hurt. the angles of his cheeks glistened in the dewy lighting of the moon. your breathing nearly stopped as you watched his expression, the way his eyes squeezed tight.

"katsuki," you whispered softly, quietly, as you ran your fingers along his cheeks, tracing his smooth skin. he didn't respond, still tensed up even as you dried his face and started running a hand through his spiky hair. you could see the way one of his hands gripped onto the white sheets of your bed, straining the material. you were starting to worry, a troublesome little thing that manifested itself in the depths of your heart.

he made a choked sound then, and you hushed him gently, shifting up so you could hold his face in your palms. you could see beads of sweat starting to gather on his forehead, smell that familiar burnt caramel scent of his quirk. his body jerked again, muscles of his arms coiling dangerously as he muttered something undecipherable. your thumbs roamed along the skin under his eyes, collecting the tears that'd still gathered there.

"katsu," you tried again, louder this time, when his expression didn't smooth over. his breathing was starting to pick up, and you leaned closer, noses nearly touching as you drummed at his cheeks with your fingers. "katsuki."

his eyes snapped open, hands shooting up to grab at your wrists. his palms were hot and for a split second, you were frozen, watching as his gaze latched onto your own. you could tell he was still chasing away the remnants of his dream, his pupils tiny as he stared up at you unseeingly.

"what-" he choked out, blinking a few times before you saw his pupils dilate. his eyebrows relaxed only a smidgen, hands gripping onto you for dear life.

"baby," you said quietly, still wiping away the tears on his face. "what's wrong?"

he did nothing but look at you, tracing over the planes of your cheeks with his eyes. there was something about the way he stared at you, something vulnerable in the way he nearly appeared to be relying on your touch, your gaze, to cement him to the world. his hands relaxed around your wrists, holding them in a loose manner. he exhaled slowly.

"s'nothin'," he soon grunted out, closing his eyes. his head eased back into the pillow beneath him. you frowned, though he could not see it. he just looked so tired, you noticed, exhaustion lining his features and making him seem like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"it's not nothing," you told him, letting go of his face at last and slipping your wrists from his hold. his eyes opened again at the loss of your touch, crimson gaze following you as you shifted so you could lay back down on your side, facing him. "wanna talk about it?"

he looked like he was contemplating it for a second, staring up at the ceiling that danced with the fickle shadows of night. like this, his hair looked almost ghostly, framed with moonlight from the open window of your shared room.

when he simply shook his head, you nodded, letting yourself sink back down completely into the blankets and pillows. he immediately rolled over onto his side, throwing a heavy arm over your waist. you took that as a sign to shift closer, nestling your face into his chest as he buried his nose into your hair.

"you know i'm always here if you need me, right?" you whispered into his torso, your arm wrapping around him so you could hold him tighter. closer. you pretended not to notice the way his grip around you increased, as though if he so willed it, he could meld your body into his forever.

"yeah," he whispered back just as quietly, burrowing himself further into everything that made up you. "i know."

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