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me when im on "x reader tag" looking for fics at 3 am BUT all i find is memes and all the funny posts under the world EXCEPT the fics abt the character :

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Harry: [to Draco] I'm sorry that me being turned on turns you on.

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Morning

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Izuku’s devastating new move 😛💢

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Y/N: I need someone to take me out already

Derek: Like on a date or with a sniper?

Y/N: Either works but at this point I rather a sniper

Hotch: Do I need to have you evaluated?

Elle, texting Penelope to ask how much a hitman costs:

Spencer, texting Penelope to ask her for tips on how to ask you out:

Penelope, very confused at the two types of text she got: ???

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JJ, standing at the coffin at Emily’s funeral: I can’t believe I have to say goodbye… I need a moment on my own, guys…

The rest of the FBI: Okay take as long as you need.

The rest of the FBI: [leaves]

JJ: [looks around]

JJ: The coast is clear.

Emily: [opens an eye]

Emily: This is our best prank yet.

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Pt 2

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Penelope: Do you think lava would taste spicy?

Hotch: Garcia, please don’t eat lava.

Emily: Eat it and let us know!

Spencer: It’s made out of molten rock, so it probably tastes bland and dusty.

Penelope: Thank you so much Reid, you understand me.

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Emily: ARE YOU-

Morgan: Fucking.

Emily: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Morgan: Fucking.

Emily: IDIOT!

Spencer: …What was that?

Morgan: Hotch banned Emily from swearing, so I’m helping her out.

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Hotch: look at this team, we have everything. We have lesbians *points to Tara and Emily*, we have bisexuals *points to Spencer and JJ*, we have a guy who thinks he's straight *points to Alvez* we have a magical creature *points to Penelope*, we have trauma *points to a giant mirror*, and we have a tiny italian man *points to Rossi*

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GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

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DADDY’S GIRL

PAIRING: aged up!katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS: you use your daughter to get what you want

A/N: there’s a small mention of reader being a pro hero, but i didn’t think it was that important. based on a tiktok i saw !

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you’re with your 4 year old daughter at home waiting for katsuki to come back from work. it’s getting closer and closer to dinner time and you really don’t want to cook.

then, your daughter squeaks out the dreaded question, “what’s for supper?”

“i don’t know babe, i was waiting for daddy to get home.”

the way her eyes light up at the word “daddy” give you an idea.

“don’t you like the idea of chicken fingers from your favorite restaurant?” you asked her, knowing her favorite restaurant is a fast food place.

her face lights up and she nods.

“okay, so we’re gonna do a secret mission together then.”

“like our own hero work?” she asks.

you smile and nod. something about having two pro heroes for parents made your daughter completely enamored with the entire industry.

“so, when daddy gets home, you’re gonna ask him if we can go out for food, instead of mommy cooking.”

“why?”

“because he’s been telling mommy we need to stop going out for food. but he’ll do what the boss says, and you know who the boss is?”

“me!”

“you!”

you guys had your plan ready to go when you heard the door being unlocked. you shooed you daughter to her room while you go to lay on the couch.

katsuki walks in and instantly smiles at the sight of you. “hey, how was your day?”

“good.” you smile.

“where’s the little—” he gets interrupted by the pitter patter of your four year old running to see him.

“daddy!” she yells.

“there you are!” he says as he kneels down to pick her up.

he’s holding her above him as he smiles at her. that’s when she asks, “daddy?”

you can see his face almost turn to putty at her cute pouty face. he holds her to his chest now. “yes, baby?”

“can we get my favorite chicken tenders today?”

katsuki smiled at her and sighed. “anything you want.”

he puts her down and she runs to you. “he said yes, mommy!”

you smile and nod, making a mental note to do this more often.

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⁂PERSONAL HEATER⁂

❀ summary: your own heater that talks. (at least it works)

❀ AN: Bakugo would looks like he radiates heat. in many ways. can yall tell I miss the snow (LMAO)

⁑ I feel that during the winter, Katsuki Bakugo would be amazing to be around if it’s freezing in the dorms. Well, besides the complaining that comes with it.

⁑ Snow falling, weather dipping below 30 outside. Inside felt like the ice age had come back. Six people or more hogging the heaters and here you were sat on the couch shaking your way over to the human heater, Bakugo.

⁑ Trying to be sneaky and all didn’t work as your teeth chattered loudly. Loud enough for him to realize what you were doing, but not moving an inch.

⁑ “Tch, don’t even think about it.”

⁑ His gaze staying on the group huddled in front of you two. Another scoot from you. A breath but not a limb moving from him.

⁑ “The heater is over there. Go idiot.”

⁑ As you sink into his side, the heat coming from his body like a furnace. His scent inviting unlike the huff that left his mouth. If anybody tried he would push them away, if you sunk closer he didn’t budge. Just muttered complaints.

⁑ It wasn’t the heater from the store. This one spoke and complained. This one didn’t let others huddle near. Let only you near.

⁑ Your little personal heater. ⁑

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Timelapse of 💥💥💥

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Noooo ‘cause I’m too soft for Bakugo coming home to his family 😭 Like—grumpy at the door, mush the second he sees them 🥹

The front door creaked open to the gentle hush of nighttime silence—warm, lived-in, and familiar. Katsuki Bakugo stepped inside, boots muffled against the welcome mat that read “Wipe your damn feet.” A gift from you, of course. He smirked as he shut the door behind him, the heavy scent of home wrapping around his shoulders like a blanket—fabric softener, the lingering aroma of dinner, and the faint, sweet smell of vanilla that always clung to your skin.

It was past ten. Patrol had run long—damn villain got bold in the suburbs—and paperwork ate the rest of his time. But none of that mattered now. Not when the hallway lights were dim, not when the hum of the television flickered from the living room in soft blues and purples, not when he could hear the quiet buzz of cartoon voices floating through the house like a lullaby.

And there, in the soft halo of TV glow, was the center of his universe.

You were fast asleep on the couch, one arm tucked protectively around your belly, the other curled gently under your head. Your shirt had ridden up just slightly, revealing the curve of your four-month bump. He felt something squeeze in his chest at the sight—familiar and ferocious. Love, in its loudest silence.

But what tugged the softest smile out of him was the small figure curled at your side.

His daughter.

Five years old and already a menace to society, Katsuki Jr. in spirit if not in name. She had your eyes, wide and curious, but everything else screamed Bakugo: the wild blond tufts of hair that stuck up in defiance, the permanent scowl when someone offered help she didn’t ask for, and the explosive energy that lived behind every pout, every stomp, every determined, “I can do it myself!”

Yet now, she was quiet. Eyes half-lidded, thumb in her mouth (a secret she’d deny until death), and her tiny frame pressed against your side like she belonged there. Like she'd been placed on this earth solely to keep you safe while he was away.

Bakugo crouched slowly, careful not to make a sound. His hands were still dusted with ash and gravel, faint scrapes along his knuckles from earlier. But he looked at her—really looked—and it was like the world clicked into place.

She turned at the sound of his movement, blinked once, and then narrowed her eyes with that same trademark glare he saw in the mirror every morning.

“Where’ve you been daddy?” she whispered, arms crossed, just like he did when he was pretending not to care. “It’s late.”

Katsuki raised a brow. “Says the shrimp who’s still awake watchin’ cartoons.”

“I was protectin’ Mama,” she said, as if it were obvious. “She fell asleep, so I stayed. Just in case.”

That same squeeze wrapped around his heart again.

“He kickin’?” he asked quietly, glancing at your belly.

His daughter nodded solemnly. “I think the baby likes cartoons. Moved a lot when the princess punched the bad guy.”

“Tch,” Bakugo chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Good taste.”

He sat down beside the couch, letting his back hit the floor with a quiet sigh. He leaned his head against your thigh, one hand gently brushing the curve of your belly, the other reaching out to hold his daughter’s smaller one. She took it with no hesitation, her fingers warm and sticky from the grapes she must’ve snuck from the fridge.

This was what people didn’t expect from him.

Not when they watched him on the battlefield, shouting orders, leveling threats. Not when they saw him barking at sidekicks or outpacing heroes twice his age. They thought he was too rough for soft things. Too volatile for family. Too sharp to ever be someone's peace.

But here, in the quiet, with your hand twitching slightly in sleep and his daughter gripping his pinky like it was a lifeline—he knew better.

He was fire. But he had built his life with things worth warming.

And when his daughter looked up at him with sleepy eyes and mumbled, “You can rest now, Daddy. I protected her,” he felt something unnameable bloom inside him.

“Yeah,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then your belly. “You did good, baby.”

She grinned in that smug, Bakugo way and curled into your side once more.

And Katsuki stayed there—on the living room floor, with the weight of the world tucked safely in his arms.

Home. Loud and soft and messy and warm.

His favorite battlefield of all.