Your Bakugou's Fluff Is Soo Good!

Your Bakugou's fluff is soo good!

M-me?? Tanku sm 🥺

I have been hiding this for a long time and I am sorry to everyone out there who disagrees but I—respectfully—hate the pet name ‟teddy bear‟ and thinking of Bakugo saying it makes me cringe.

So… when people go to Starbucks, they sometimes use celebrity names, right? I saw this post on Pinterest (one of those older Tumblr screenshots) and this person said their name was Tony Stark and they ran into someone who called themselves Bruce Wayne. So that happens, right?

Okay, so, imagine you're working as a barista at some place and you get so many people telling you their name is a pro hero name. The amount of Dekus you have served this week is off the charts and you had no idea Shoto could shape shift into forty different people. In all honesty, though, it's funny and kinda the highlight of your week.

This one day, someone comes in and they tell you there name is Dynamight. Not only does the shy smile on his face tell you, no, it's not Dynamight, but like literally everything else does too. Okay, normal. You place the order and then take the next person in line. This person is also Dynamight. This has happened before and, to prevent confusion, you dub this person Dynamight 1.

The next customer is a stoic man by the name David. The two of you connect eyes, both inwardly laughing at the funny little encounter that just transpired. David is dubbed nice David, a name you mumble and the stoic man hums with joy, you think.

Anyway, after David is—well, a large, intimating man which wild ash-blond hair and sharp crimson eyes which are enhanced by his dark mask. You blink up at him, shocked for a moment before your eyes flicker to Nice David. You both share a look of shock before evil grins appear in your eyes.

Then Dynamight orders and you take his order professionally, not gushing or fan-girling—and not breaking down into a fit of laughter despite so badly wanting to. He gives you his name, a gruff “Dynamight,“ and you bite your cheek.

You take your sharpie—you've chosen orange for obvious reasons—and your write what some may consider your final words. You're optimistic and consider it funny. “Dynamight 2,“ you mumble and the man snaps his head around with such a bizzare, pissed off look you can't stop the laugh. You tried, which turned it into a snort and the rage in his eyes exploded (heh) at the sound. You hid behind the empty coffee cup, pinching your lips together as laughter prodded at your chest.

“The hell did you just say? You think that shit is funny?!“

You did. Then you realized he probably thought you were making fun of his recent drop from number one hero to number two. He was bitter about that, it was no secret. You cleared your throat, back to looking at Dynamight with your professional facade. “Sorry sir, it's just that,“ you paused, sharing a look with Nice David.

“Spit it out,“ the inpatient hero demanded.

You looked back it him, clearing your throat again as a laugh threatened to ruin everything. You laughed when you here nervous and it didn't help that you always found Dynamight's reactions amusing. But you had to keep it together, for the other, no doubt, embarrassed Dynamights in the room. “Well, I'm sorry to say, but Dynamight and Dynamight 1 have already been taken.“

“What?“

It was so short, so curt, and so blunt you almost laughed again. You saw the other two Dynamights flinch and you wanted to scream. What were the odds the real deal would come into the little cafe the same time as two of his fans? Ah, if you were them you'd be too embarrassed to get your coffee. But, since you weren't them, well, you were there to enjoy the comedy gold.

Back to Dynamight 2. The man still awaited an explanation, far too confused to be annoyed at your lack of action. You looked at the two other Dynamights who's eyes were glued to the floor. You looked at your coworkers, all of which were hiding smiles by showing their backs to the giant pro—busying themselves with work. You looked at Kind Dave, both agreeing this was one of—nay, the BEST thing to ever happen in your lives. You looked at Dynamight 2, a man so lost and so confused, so unsure of his identity.

“If you would like, I can use a different name.“

“Huh?“ That snapped him back to the present. “Hell no, I'm Dynamight!“

“Yes.“

“So use Dynamight!“

“It's already been used—“ “Then swap them!“

“I can't. That would just confuse the team—“ “Then I should be Dynamight 1!“

“That's already been taken.“

“Just change it from Dynamight 2, dammit!“

“How about Dynamight 3?“

Oh if looks could kill. “Change. It,“ he order slowly, lowly, and most definitely sternly.

You coughed into your hand to hide the laugh. “Alright sir, I'll change it.“

You assumed he was too angry to listen to your new name for him which was his fault actually. He could most certainly not blame you for what was to come because it was he who left you unsupervised and you lived off of the pain of others.

There were no other customers so, you had the honor of handing out drinks. It was with great joy you took that job and you, again with great joy, read the name on the cup out loud. “Dynamight.“

You saw the hero twitch. His scowl deepened and you would've laughed to yourself if you weren't waiting for Dynamight to show up. You looked at the small group, raising a brow when no one came. “Guess he left,“ you mumbled.

One of your coworkers mumbled a response. “I'd leave too.“

You both shared a small snicker.

Then the next order came up. “Dynamight one?“ you asked, fully aware that person has also slipped out.

That meant two free coffees for the team.

Next was “Kind David,“ you announced proudly.

The man, the myth, the legend walked up to your counter and, as the name implied, kindly took the drink from you, giving you a kind nod of thanks. You both shared a look of amusement before he left, giving Dynamight 2 a small nod as he passed.

It was time. You held the large black coffee with a hint of cinnamon and a helping of whipped cream in your hand. Dynamight liked whipped cream, who knew? You didn't look at the cup to read the name. No. You looked straight into Dynamight's narrowed eyes. He began approaching the counter, glare hardening in suspicion. You announced him and he bristled with anger, lip lifting up to reveal his pink gums as he sneered down at you. Such a large man.

“Number two!“ you announced loudly, cheerfully, and joyously.

Boy. You had never seen a face curl up like that. He towered over you and he opened his mouth to give you a pice of his mind. But you beat him to it. You leaned forward, mischievous glint in your eye. “Don't worry,“ you whispered, “you'll always be number one here, hero.“

And it was supposed to be a funny jab, you said it with a teasing look. It was supposed to make him snatch the coffee outta your hands with a glare. But, well, you couldn't control his emotions.

He grabbed the coffee, taking it out of your hand normally. He glared, a comparatively calm glare. “Watch yourself, shorty.“

And you let your mouth drop in a dramatic scoff, about to give his back a piece of your mind, then you see it. You freeze, mouth gaping in actual shock. The back of his neck and the tips of his ears were the slightest bit red. You thought you were seeing things. You rubbed your eye. Oh boy, you were not seeing things.

It was supposed to be a funny jab. You said it with a teasing look. But hey, if Dynamight got all embarrassed, that was fine too. “We'll be rooting for you hero!“ you cheered, again, mildly teasing.

He scoffed but you saw the blush grow on the back of his neck. He sent you one glare over his shoulder and your cat-like grin grew at the pink dusting his upper cheek. Then he left and the cafe was silent before you and your coworkers burst into a series of obnoxious laughs and giggles. You were not giggling, by the way, you were on the floor DYING and wheezing in an ugly, hilarious sort way.

Dynamight was an interesting guy.

Just thinking about Bakugo Katsuki and reader babysitting a babbling infant for whatever reason and Katsuki left to go cool down because the kid won’t stop crying and holy fuck is it annoying. He comes back into the house and hears nothing so he quietly makes his way to the nursery to see reader singing so softly and so prettily and the baby is almost as mesmerized as he his and, yeah, he’s still a high-schooler, but Bakugo Katsuki wants absolutely no one else as the future potential mother of the kids he may or may not have because parenthood seems like hell and he’s only been doing it for a few hours.

Whenever Mob Psycho releases new openings or art, I am just reminded how much I love Reigen Arataka 😔

Fun My Hero Academia Headcannons I Have

(Most of these are probably gonna end up in my story btw)

Tokoyami works at his parents' flower-shop whenever they need help and he never used to like it all that much but it's kinda grown (haha) on him. His favorite flowers are like deep purple daisies. That's why him and Shinso are friends cause he likes his purple eyes lol. (Also cause they like to silently coexist together and read poetry)

Koda loves volunteering at the local animal shelter and started when he was like 10. However, he was too scared to do it on his own so his childhood bestfirend Shoji decided to volunteer with him. They both volunteer in their free time together now.

Ochako hates and I mean HATES Alexa. Ya know, the Amazon at home assistant person. She doesn't have one but she visited someone who did (Like Yaoyorozu or somn) and Alexa just started talking randomly and freaked the girl out. So now the brunette is on high alert around the device and will tell her to shut up if she ever starts speaking. It's like a one-sided rivalry.

Bakugo not liking sweets is partially true. He doesn't like them all the time, but when he's in the mood for them, the boy will eat a whole ass wedding cake, kay. He loves food and experimenting with flavors and whatever. Also loves cinnamon cause that just makes sense. He is always happy to have a cinnamon treat. He loves those nasty cinnamon candies that old people eat. He's a grandpa.

Ida used to hate orange juice but because of his quirk he needs to drink it a lot. I say he still doesn't like it that much but, ya know, a hero's gotta do what a hero's gotta do.

Kirishima loves the smell of baby powder and I don't know why. He just does and he will powder himself after every shower because I said so.

Tsu loves crocheting and knitting. She makes the cutest mushrooms and gives a lot of them to Todoroki because he thinks they're cute but doesn't really know how to tell her that. She also taught the girl's how to crochet cause they love the mushrooms too. Honestly, everyone loves the mushrooms cause how could they not? (Aizawa is secretly a big fan of them. He has a couple floating around in his sleeping bag)

We don't like him and we probably all hate to think about it, but, under the wretched perverted mess, Mineta is a hopeless romantic. Emphasis on hopeless cause that boy ain't getting a gal if he keeps up his ways. Deep deep deep deep DEEP down, he wants to change and, when he gets older, he will, I hope... Maybe he'll find a nice girl who sets him straight and helps him grow and move away from his perverted ways? That would be nice.

Midoriya likes the Backstreet Boys cause Inko loves them and they bonded over that all of the time when he was little. Now whenever they're cleaning they have fun jam sessions. It's the cutest thing in the world and also low-key cringey but, ehh, who cares?

Jiro likes to pretend she hates romance but she secretly likes the thought of it. However, seeing people kiss is gross, but imagining it is different... for some reason…