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Bakugo walks into your shared apartment to see you in the living room surrounded by packages, all excitedly torn open with discarded bubble wrap lying around you. Various Dynamight themed trinkets are littered at your feet, everything from keychains to can badges and exclusive cafe coasters.
He chuckles to himself while placing his boots in the closet by the door. “Go on another shoppin’ spree, sweets?”
You turn your head away bashfully, tapping your fingers against your thighs. “…yeah. Someone was selling a bunch of limited edition merch.”
Bakugo strolls into the living room and observes all the items on the floor. He leans down to leave a kiss on your cheek before turning to head for the bathroom to shower.
“Ya know I can get ya that shit for free, babe,” he calls over his shoulder. “I am Dynamight.”
“I know!” You answer, picking up one of the keychains and smiling. “Just being a supportive girlfriend is all.”
cause when you know, you know.
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bakugou knew right before the entrance exam to ua had begun, you were sat a few seats down from him and you’d had a cocky grin on your face, even going as far as to give him a “what the hell are you looking at?,” face.
bakugou knew when he saw you in action during the practical part of the exam, taking down each hunk of junk like it was light work then quickly moving onto another.
bakugou knew when he saw you in the seat he had wanted on your first day at ua. “get the hell out of my seat.” “who are you again?”
bakugou knew during the quirk assessment exams when he saw your name right above his, winning by a half of a point.
bakugou knew when he realized that you were nice to everybody but him, realizing that you’d only had an attitude because he was rude towards you.
bakugou knew when you came second in the sports’ festival, nearly fuming because you came second to him of all people.
bakugou knew when you’d both somehow ended up at jeanists’ agency, your face when you saw him show up was something he’d never forget.
bakugou knew when jeanist had him in a chair with you behind him, combing his hair down so that he’d fit in with everyone else. you’d done it so easily, and his mom used to always hate doing his hair because it was so hard for her.
bakugou knew when he stopped getting so angry while out on patrol with you, and when you had stared to reciprocate his kindness.
bakugou knew when the only person he was worried about after being kidnapped was you. he’d gone out of his way to make sure that you’d been out of harms way the whole time at the training camp.
bakugou knew when he started speaking fondly about you to his classmates after being asked who would he prefer to train with and why. “l/n, cause she can actually keep up unlike you weaklings.”
bakugou knew the first time he found himself standing outside of your dorm room, his mouth open as he struggled to knock. you’d opened the door and nearly sent the boy stumbling over his words as he tried to explain what he was doing there.
katsuki knew when he first heard you call him by his first name, and when he started doing the same for you.
katsuki knew when he let you into his dorm room at night, your face smudged with tears over a show that you had been watching. he knew when he instantly made fun of you then proceeded to comfort you.
katsuki knew when you’d both go out to make the trip for groceries together, when he’d push you in the cart while you told him what you guys needed.
katsuki knew when you’d looked at him as an equal, not as someone who was beneath you.
katsuki knew when he found himself going on date like outings with you, like go-karting, going to see a new movie that had come out, or even just going to grab a meal together.
katsuki knew when after graduation, you’d opened your agency right next to his so that he wouldn’t end up forgetting about you, but then again, how could he?
katsuki knew when he saw you down the aisle, a white dress on your figure as your father led you down to meet him.
bakugou katsuki knew it was you when you’d brought his children into the world, a boy and a girl.
Off The Market | 1/6 | Todoroki Shoto x Reader
♡ Summary: The Todoroki name had always borne a heavyweight amongst even society’s finest. When the family’s youngest son, and heir to the title, is forced into the marriage market, it’s no surprise that he quickly becomes the season’s most eligible bachelor—hoping to avoid marriage for at least one more season, who better than to circumvent the ton other than his long-time friend, you?
♡ Content: regency au, fake-dating trope, aged-up characters, age gap (4 years), mutual pining, fem reader, fem pronouns, mature content in future chapters
♡ Author notes: I recently watched Bridgerton and fell in LOVE with it. Who can blame me though? Nicola Coughlan, you have my heart. Anyway, this is my little love letter to that obsession!
♡ 1.6k words/est. 15k words (chapter ⅙)ˋ°•*⁀➷ Main Masterlist ♡ MHA Masterlist ♡ Story Masterlist
Crystal chandeliers hung like constellations in the night sky, their scattering prisms causing the ballroom to glitter softly in its wake. As the rhythmic thuds of dance and orchestra filled the air, chatter flitted in the background.
“Did you hear?” the Viscountess Ashido asked in a hushed tone, cheeks flushed a brilliant pink as she swirled her glass of wine. Despite it only being the first ball of the season, gossip spread like wildfire. The attention of the small group turned towards her as she continued to speak, “I hear Lord Todoroki is finally seeking to make a match.”
As you sipped on your lemonade, your ears perked at the sound of your best friend’s name. Shoto? Married? The thought made you snort internally. He never mentioned the prospect of marriage in their years of friendship - let alone in the last few months. If they truly knew the man, they’d understand that Shoto had always disdained society and its many traditions - offering himself out on the marriage market was simply… out of character. Then again, these rumors had been circulating every season since the man turned 22 (the year of your debut). It was a piece of gossip that was always best to ignore lest the man announce it himself.
Still, even though most knew that rumors spread amongst the ton were often baseless (especially at an event this early into the season), those words always held particular weight. Even at a young age, Lord Todoroki always possessed an alluring sort of charm. From his dual-toned hair to his mysterious demeanor, Shoto’s presence commanded attention far before he stepped into society. Now, at 26, he had long lost all of his boyish features, his physique sharp and gaze undeniably melting. Somehow, with time, the already attractive boy only grew impossibly more magnetic. This, paired with his future inheritance of the Duke title, seemed to establish Shoto as the most eligible bachelor of each season - even if he was never officially on the market.
“The Lord’s been ‘searching’ for a wife for four seasons now,” Lady Uraraka mentioned, not so swayed by the conversation. Her intentions had already long been set on the green-haired baron anyway.
“I’ve heard nothing on the matter either,” you added, causing a few of your fellow debutantes to groan. If anyone were to know if Shoto was searching for a wife, surely it’d be you.
The two of you had always been a rather interesting pair in the tons’ eyes. Having been friends since your younger years, they had assumed the year of your debut would lead to a proper courting from the male. However, each passing season made it evident that such a thing was far from reality. You and Shoto simply possessed a strong bond of friendship - something that both confused and delighted the debutantes as you settled on the outskirts of their group.
“No! This time, I hear it from the Duchess herself. The Duke intends to make arrangements unless Lord Todoroki makes his match this season,” Mina defended, adding more fuel to the fire. Duchess Todoroki herself had been speaking about it?
After many social seasons spent in the countryside due to a proclaimed illness, the Duchess had only recently reappeared in court last year. This, of course, reignited old gossip surrounding her disappearance. After all, her first year gone coincided with the mysterious appearance of Lord Shoto’s now-defining mark. Thus, it was well-known by now that the Duchess kept to herself, her demeanor proving itself too delicate to get involved in spreading falsehoods.
A frown etched across your face as you listened to the cheery pink-skinned debutante. Duchess Todoroki would never speak about such a thing unless it were true. While you knew Shoto was probably against the idea himself, a feeling of hurt still sank in your stomach as you wondered why the boy hadn’t told you. You considered him your best friend - and honestly, you thought he considered you his. Secrets like this ought to be shared.
Like wolves smelling fresh meat, mothers encouraged their daughters to accentuate their best features, readjusting their clothes and hair to make a good impression. Some of the more eager debutantes forewent this step, keen to catch the eye of the young Lord. They would stop at nothing to gain the upper hand, longing to become the center of his prospects.
Suddenly, the room felt much too small, the heat sweltering as you excused yourself from the desperate group. You’d speak to Shoto later about his soon-to-be marriage. Gliding across the room briskly, you quickly found the balcony door, stepping out and admiring the fleeting beauty of the garden below. The fresh air felt nice against your skin, the cooling sensation calming down the warmth in your cheeks. For now, all you needed to do was gather your senses - relax. Fanning yourself with fervor, your thoughts settled under the pale gleam of moonlight; eyes glazed over with careful consideration.
The sentiments that swirled within you made for great confusion. Irritation and… envy? Sure, the feelings of irritation were a given, but not once had you ever felt actual jealousy towards the man. Although you had always known Shoto to be an attractive man who would eventually marry, the thought of that happening so soon bothered you. You had grown used to the man’s constant presence in your life for years. With marriage on the horizon, that familiarity would simply have to die off - no bride-to-be would allow the future Duke to have such a close friendship with another woman.
Honestly, the situation was quite unfair. At your debut, speculations surrounding your relationship with the man had just about killed off any potential interest. Now, four seasons into your venture into the marriage market, your prospects had only grown slimmer. It rattled you that Shoto was seemingly leaving you behind. You clicked your tongue, attempting to snap out of the annoyed daze you were in. Unfortunately, this was just the reality of society. You’d simply have to succumb to your fate of loneliness. Maybe being a spinster won’t be so bad.
Your thoughts were soon interrupted as the balcony door swung open, your gaze shooting back to see who it could be. “Found you,” Shoto flashed you a soft smile, his posture slightly hunched as he approached. It was clear that the advances of the debutantes had worn him out. He let the door shut behind him, opting to stand directly next to you despite the plethora of room the spacious balcony offered.
“Lord Todoroki,” you replied, turning your attention to the glittering night sky. It was strange - that name felt so foreign coming from your lips.
He frowned, “you know better than to call me that.” Shoto had always insisted on you calling him by his first name, and for the last few years, you had relented (something you regretted now as his expression conveyed one of hurt). Still, you powered on, steeling your resolve. It would be best to distance yourself from the man now.
With a soft laugh, you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I should get used to it - your future bride might not take so kindly to another woman calling your name.” His eyes widened briefly, hands clenched as he cleared his throat. Despite being outside, the air grew stiff, the tension so palpable you could cut it with a knife.
“That,” he paused, attempting to gather his thoughts, “is what I came out here to discuss.” Shoto’s social skills were mediocre at best, his awkward demeanor shining through the seriousness of his tone. You raised a brow, curious of what the man could possibly say.
“To discuss? You came out here to discuss your marriage prospects?” you asked with an incredulous tone, waiting for the man to get straight to the point. He shifted awkwardly, not used to receiving any sentiments of bitterness from your end. “You should have warned me.”
Shoto shot you an apologetic look, “I… I was not aware myself until a fortnight ago,” he murmured. The situation pained him as well - despite his rapid approach to the average age of marriage, he still didn’t feel quite ready. “A fortnight? You should have written. That isn’t information you keep from your friends.”
“I know,” Shoto acknowledged, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself for the spades of anger you were sure to cast. Instead, however, you surprised him. He should’ve known by now that he could never predict your actions.
“It’s fine.”
You had always been quite the firecracker - your passion and zeal for life unmistakable. It was something Shoto had always admired about you; your enthusiasm balanced out his serious demeanor, allowing for a sort of yin-and-yang relationship. This relaxed response was unlike the you he had grown to know.
“I am sorry,” Shoto said, mustering up every ounce of sincerity in his body. You sighed, unable to stay mad at the man for long, the years of friendship preparing you for his aloofness regarding social situations. “Really, I promise you it’s fine, let us move on from this topic,” you reassured. The thought of Shoto’s marriage prospects made you uncomfortable enough - it wasn’t something you particularly cared to converse about.
Before he could let the topic change, Shoto turned to face you, his hands gently grasping your smaller ones as your jaw dropped in surprise. “Just… one more thing,” he started, voice wavering with nerves.
“Allow me to court you.”
Trying my hand at this meme :)
Following Matsuda’s “death” in the Yotsuba arc
Tamaki and Kyoya version
original by sweepswoop_ on twitter
Post-Gaara kidnap
Commission info (Buy 3 get the 4th free!) ✨ || Ko-fi ☕️✨
that one dungeon meshi comic (original by sweepswoop_ on twitter!)
A doodle whilst at work lol
UN ÁNGEL- Cloud strife Headcanons
sum. Need boyfriend headcanons for cloud? SAY LESS.
warning: modern cloud, oc cloud srry I love him soft, might be a little self insert because of the stuff I like but that’s all
femreader! with she/her pronouns
song of the day: igual que un ángel - Kali uchis
boyfriend Cloud who knows your order by heart at your guys’ favorite coffee shop and no matter how many times he does it, it never fails to make you blush and impressed.
Boyfriend Cloud who never fails to make you ticklish especially during intimate moments that you can’t help but burst out laughing.
Boyfriend Cloud who sometimes can’t handle all the attention and affection so he distances himself but can’t help but miss you even more.
Boyfriend Cloud who loves picking you up from university on his motorcycle to show off especially knowing that Reno would be there. He is still very bitter that Reno was your first kiss in fifth grade and not him because he was too busy helping collect Tifa’s shopkins from the grass at recess.
Boyfriend Cloud who loves going to Aerith’s flower shop because he helps her make your bouquets extra pretty just for you. #bestfriendprivileges
boyfriend Cloud who has recurring nightmares of losing you to Sepiroth. No not the “I’ll steal your girl,” kind of way. More like he murders you and Aerith at the same time. Perhaps something from a past life?
Boyfriend Cloud who loves watching studio ghibli movies with you especially ponyo and spirited away. Let’s not get started on his love for Princess Mononoke.
Boyfriend Cloud who goes with you at the bookstore for now on to carry your books because he found out that a guy put his number inside of a book after catching it for you when you accidentally dropped it from your stack pile.
Boyfriend Cloud who’s COMPLETELY and UTTERLY obsessed with you. Not the annoying obsession, but the obsession that makes your tummy in knots and the cute things he loves to do for you. Whether it’s making you lunch for school/ work, leaving cute notes on your door handles, or literally dropping everything instantly for you when you call.
Boyfriend Cloud who hid in the bathroom after you guys had…yk…and too embarrassed to come out. If only he knew you were on the bed breathless and wanting more.
Boyfriend Cloud who baby trapped you. With a cat. Her names Honey and every time there’s an argument he uses her as an excuse to visit you. “We can’t let our cat have separated household problems,she needs both of her parents so please answer the door.”
Boyfriend Cloud who had no idea him getting a lip piercing would be in the way of kissing you for it to heal correctly. He ran out of the piercing shop and only agreed to come back to get a matching eyebrow piercing with you instead.
Boyfriend Cloud who not only made you a playlist, but this mf burned a cd for you, made tifa draw a one in a million piece of art for you for the cover, has a sticker of it on his car, and even bought a necklace that had the Spotify playlist code. So whenever a person flirts with him, he’ll hold it up and say, “scan this and read the description. That’ll be my answer for you.”
Boyfriend Cloud who didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with kpop, especially BTS. Him and jungkook have beef apparently. He also buys you albums all the time and even sacrifices himself to let you use his phone to make sure you guys get tickets to concerts.
Boyfriend Cloud who WILL call your work to call off. He doesn’t care, cuddles are more important.
Boyfriend Cloud who forces you to drink water whenever you hang. You always complain about headaches and he makes sure when you’re with him you’re hydrated.
Boyfriend Cloud who is addicted to Dr.Pepper. You gave him some when you two went to watch Barbie in the summer and it’s his holy grail. “We need to head to Costco, I ran out of my pepper.”
Mr.Reno ladies and gentleman♥️
MORE THAN HIM? - Ft. L&DS
↳GN Reader: “I love you” “More than him?”
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Tokyo Revengers HCS Cus I’m bored <3
*this was made on my phone so sorry if it looks weird!!**
MIKEY is never bored, and is always doing things. The moment he feels even remotely bored, he’s finding something to do. He’s gone through every single hobby known to man.
DRAKEN is a sucker for romance! Romance books, movies, anything! He gets all emotional over them, and has been teased more times than not for it.
TAKEMICHI loves to collect little things he finds around town, especially if they remind him of his friends. He has a special shelf for everything he finds.
MITSUYA is a really good singer, and often sings to his sisters to help them sleep. It’s something he also finds himself doing throughout his day.
BAJI also loves plants, but he’s terrible at keeping them alive! Him and Chifuyu once tried to take care of one together, but it died within a couple of weeks.
CHIFUYU writes poems and little stories in his free time, and after Baji’s death, he started to do it more frequently.
EMMA has a collection of love notes shes written for Draken over the years, but she’s never found the confidence to give any of them to him.
Despite loving anything occult, NAOTO was afraid of the dark for most of his childhood.
HINA writes in her journal/diary every single day. She also scrapbooks a lot.
I saw you write for Tokyo Revengers?~
May I request Baji/Hanma receiving a call from their girlfriend, slurring her words trying to explain that she thinks someone put something in one of her drinks and needs them to pick her up?
Bonus points if the apprehension the person who did it—
A/N: I LOVE THISSSS augghghg thank you for requesting Tokyo Revengers i love it sm
Hanma Shuji
Warnings: mentions of being drunk and of being drugged
Wordcounts: 157
Hanma~
at first, he's honestly kind of amused
nods along with you, with little hearts in his eyes because you sounds so adorable
and then he realizes your actually saying something important, and panic spikes in him, but he doesn't let it show.
"stay there baby, I'm coming to get ya"
pulls up SO fast, and has you in his arms in seconds.
he can tell instantaneously that there was something wrong for sure
the way you sway on your feet even with his arms around you is a little concerning. a frown forms on his face, but he doesn't let you see.
has you sit Infront of him on his bike so he can make sure you don't fall off.
brings you to his apartment, has you drink water, and then he soothes you to sleep in his bed
then, he goes on a little adventure to find the person who drugged you :)
he stops at NOTHING
no seriously
sometimes its scary
I am in neither of these fandoms but the jjk fandom and the bsd fandom have the same vibe with slightly different fonts
𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓….
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Vampire!Dazai x Fem Reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood, teeth, vampire stuff. slightly steamy.
Wordcount: 587
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It had been years since you had found out the truth about Dazai, your boyfriend, and even before you found out you always knew. It was obvious in the cold touch of his skin, the deep lustrous red of his eyes, his crimson stained velvet lips. You had always known, but you never cared. Sometimes it makes you feel like an idiot. “I’m dangerous, Y/n” he would mutter, while holding you tight. His hands would squeeze your hips, lips pressing open-mouth kisses to your shoulder. You would shutter as you always did, whispering back a breathless “i know”, and he would grin at your words, pressing his smooth cold teeth to your pulse point. Not enough to hurt, but enough for adrenaline to shoot through your veins. It was a feeling you have never gotten used to, even if it had been years since you had found out. He held you close to him, your chest pressed against his, your soft breathes the only sound in the room. He was still, as always, like a cold statue made out of ice. His hands were firm on your waist, and his face was tucked into your neck. “You smell lovely, my sweet.” he muttered softly, pressing his lips against the soft thin skin of your neck. You had heard this many times before from him. Everyone’s blood smells different, tastes different. Apparently your’s was the best he’d had in a long while. You hummed in response, your hand tangling in his thick brown hair. It contrasted greatly against his pale skin, making him seem milky against the rich deep tone of his hair. Even in the faint moonlight that came through your half open window you could still see the scarlet of his lips and eyes. It filled you with a sick kind of adrenaline that often followed him wherever he went. You felt the smooth familiar pressure of his teeth grazing your skin, fire pulsing under your skin. He could feel it, you knew he could. The soft beat of your heart, the warmth that was quickly spreading across your body. He breathed you in, holding you closer to him, squeezing you until your breath was stolen from your lungs. You were so tempting. You strained your neck, allowing him more space to do as he pleased. Your breath came out in warm puffs, his cold body pressed against you made you tingle all over, as if pins were pricking you. You groaned lightly, and with that he pressed his milky teeth into your neck. It hurt at first, a slight bolt of fear spiking in your chest as it did every time Dazai bit you. Your lungs filled with air, and you gasped out his name. But just as quickly as the pain had come, it dwindled down into a soft pulsing. It muddled your mind, and your eyelids drooped as you released the air you had sucked in. you loosened in his hold, and Dazai held you tighter to him, as if the two of you could get closer, as if he could crawl into your skin and become a part of you. He pulled away, bloodied saliva following in his wake. You looked at his eyes, the violent swirling red of them that muddled your mind even more. He had said you were like a drug to him, your blood so addicting he came back no matter how hard he tried to stay away. The dazed drunk look in his eyes was all you needed to know that he wasn’t lying.
𝒜𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒪𝐿𝒪𝒢𝒴 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈
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𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭/𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓲𝓯 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 🩷🩵
