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sum touch-starved!bakugou bc i got exactly two requests for it and i am weak for the concept,,, clearly.

“Softness makes me fuckin’ itch.”

Bakugou had said that once- right in the thick of a heated tirade, red in the face and blistering about something you couldn’t even remember anymore. The phrase had always stuck with you, and while first it upset you, now it only made you wonder if it had always been that easy. If it had always been that simple to know when he’s lying.

Because now you know just when he’ll crowd in close (but not touching), when his calloused fingers will find the curve of your waist for only a moment. You’ll know then, without a doubt, that he wants you to turn around, catch him by the forearm and drag him into a hug. He’ll grumble, because he always, always grumbles, but Bakugou never leaves. He stays. Stays and looks down at you with those pretty red eyes of his. Those glimmering red eyes of his that always give away how content he is at having you close.

You now know that he’ll poke your arm, your cheeks, the shell of your ear. It’s like he can’t keep his hands to himself, but doesn’t want to be the first to admit it. You know then that you have to be the one sidling in close, curling an arm around his bicep and placing your head on his shoulder. Bakugou will go red, because he always, always, goes red, but sometimes he’ll take your proximity as a challenge. You like those days the best; when he pulls you in closer, dropping a kiss to your forehead like he’s proving something to himself.

And sometimes he’ll come home quiet, reserved, stewing over something that is much bigger than himself. He’s the easiest to read then. When he’s digging his head into your pillow, waiting quietly until you’ve finished getting ready for the night. You pull the blankets up, curl up close, closer and closer until you’re all but sharing the same air. You’ll brush fingers through the ends of his hair (just the ends) and Bakugou will close his eyes. He’ll close his eyes, and you’ll hum something familiar, and all he can ever do is tremble. His fingers will twitch, but he never holds you then. Just whispers your name like a prayer, and falls asleep beneath your touch.

Bakugou told you once, way back when you first got together, that “softness makes me fuckin’ itch”. You wonder if that’s still entirely true, because at one point it certainly felt like it.

In the beginning, he’d snarl and snap and bite when you so much as grabbed his hand. It was an instinctual thing- some unforgiving mechanism that held him hostage until he curled up into a ball. It would run shivers up his spine, poking and prodding at each vertebrae until he couldn’t breathe.

Then he’d either lash out, run, or lash out and run. But the one thing he never did, the one thing even his traitorous brain couldn’t force, was eye contact.

The poison that was written into his bones only ever sank into the marrow, and it always, always stopped before his eyes. So he’d turn his head, avert his gaze, look anywhere else but your face when he got mean. Eventually you start to think, that maybe Bakugou did that because he had always known just as well as you do- that his eyes give him away.

They give him away now too- when he’s cooking dinner for the both of you, swearing up and down that he needs more counter-space.

“You piss me the hell off, you know.” He grumbles, knife in hand as he makes quick work of a few vegetables. “Whole damn kitchen table, and you decide to sit on the counter.”

You smile and laugh and Bakugou pretends to be irritated by it. You know he’s not though- you can see it in the way his eyes get a little soft around the edges. When familiar red goes molten just as you’re leaning up against his arm, fighting to get a taste of whatever he’s cooking up. He pushes you away, with an errant hand that’s far too gentle to ever pose any threat, but then he shifts too. Balances most of his weight on his right foot, so that when he begins chopping vegetables once more, his right elbow digs into your thigh.

“See, this is what I fuckin’ mean,” He huffs, a smile edging at the very corner of his lips. “No fuckin’ space in this house. Hate it.”

You know he doesn’t mean it. Can sense it when you laugh once more, patting his head playfully with a coy smile. He’ll tilt his head up, snapping at your fingers, but Bakugou only ever gets close (never touches).

“Softness makes me fuckin’ itch.” He’d said once, but you know now that that was his biggest lie of all. Because when Bakugou looks at you, you don’t see hives and inflammation. All you can see, all you can ever see, is molten metal; something unforgiving turned red and pliable over an open flame.

You know then, most intrinsically, that your touch never made him itch- it set him ablaze.

[dekubby]

clingy, kinda soft bakugou <3 no pronouns are mentioned!

it's late.

in fact, at this hour of the night, bakugou katsuki would be in bed, peacefully resting his body to prepare for another day of pro-heroing.

or rather, that should be what he's doing. instead, he's dragging his sore, tired self out of bed to find wherever you could be that's not in his arms. he's dearly missed the warmth that came from the other side of the mattress, which you occupied.

footsteps softly trudging along the planks of your home, bakugou discovers you in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your laptop underneath a singular, dim light source that hung over your head. the bluelight glasses that accompanied your face illuminated the screen of the laptop, and in his delirium, the blond notices that you're typing away on some sort of document.

he huffs, hoping that it would capture your attention... but to no avail, and bakugou is absolutely flabbergasted. how could you ignore him?

what could be more important than your lover that just wanted your attention to come to bed?

he tries over and over again, and it's not until bakugou coughs that he finally captures your attention, unfortunately for his impatience.

"you scared me," you sighed, hand going over your heart, "what's up?"

"come to bed, doofus," he grumbles, walking over to where you sat and draping himself over your body freely. you ignore him as if there's no problem, pretending as if there isn't some muscular hero splayed across your back, placing most of his weight onto you.

you continue typing away, irking bakugou to no end, "i'm almost done. go back to sleep without me, i'll be there soon."

"it's 3am."

"and?"

"and you're not where you're supposed to be, which is sleeping beside me."

a laugh filters through bakugou's ears, and he looks at you with an inquisitive stare, "katsuki, you have work tomorrow. go rest."

"and you have to visit me tomorrow on your day off, and i refuse to talk to your tired-ass that should've listened to me."

that's a lie. bakugou would do anything for you, regardless of whatever state you're in, because even though it seems like he hates taking care of you, but he's always at your beck and call regardless of the teasing he endures from you.

"wow, you really do care about me," you muttered, pretending to act touched as bakugou rolls his eyes, moving his arms to wrap firmly around your waist.

"as if. i just can't sleep without ya there. 'tis all," he grumbles through his teeth, "i don't care about your health."

a smile adorns your face. it's so obvious he's lying, judging by the way he's pressing his face against your shoulder and holding you tightly against him.

you fuel the fire, "and you wonder why i'm not going to bed."

"y/n," he groans, borderline whining.

"bakugou," you mimic, not tearing your eyes from the laptop screen.

"you can't pull out the last name on me, you little shit!"

"i can do whatever i want, bakugou katsuki."

"if you don't get up and come to bed in peace, i am going to resort to violence."

"please don't blow up the house again-"

in an instant, you're being picked up effortlessly and bakugou is carrying you out of the kitchen, shutting your laptop lid and turning off the lights simultaneously, before bringing you to your shared bedroom.

he throws you on the bed in an undignified manner and climbs in not too long after, pushing you down by leaning most of his weight on your body. the ironic part is that he carefully plucks your glasses off your face, gently putting them on the nightstand before flopping back over you, arms wrapped securely around your middle

bakugou sighs contently, melting into your warmth completely when your hands have found their home in his ruffled hair. he shifts his leg to rest over your hips, making sure that you couldn't escape as he continues basking in his paradise.

you almost want to scold him but you know that bakugou does this for you because he knows it's what is best for you. when you forget to take care of yourself and succumb to the feeling of never having motivation, he'll always be there to pull you back.

he's corrected multiple of your deprecating habits; such as going to bed late by forcing you to sleep when he does since he can't sleep without you. on the contrary, you've softened his edges a little, showing the explosive blond what it's like to be able to rely on someone else for a change.

as much of a pain in the ass bakugou was, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"i lovb youu, shtupid," he whispers against your neck, muffled. "shay it back."

a small laugh echoes through the space, "i love you too, katsuki."

"good, now go to shleep, or i will be mad."

"goodnight."

"goodnight."

and as rough as bakugou katsuki could be, he always made you feel loved, even in the darkness of your bedroom with him laying half on top of you.

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[dekubby]

ENCANTO'S "WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO" OFFICIALLY BEAT FROZEN'S "LET IT GO" ON THE BILLBOARD HOT 100 CHART AAAAAAAAAAAAAA BYE GIRL BYE

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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 (𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞)

✩pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

✩genre: hurt/comfort, smut, angst (happy ending tho).

✩word count: 9k

✩warnings: After a villain attack, Deku finds comfort in taking care of you and walking you home. Death of an unnamed character, PTSD symptoms, nightmares, survivors guilt, injury (concussion and broken ribs) codependent relationship (but it’s cute), reader has a quirk, hospitals, bed sharing, size difference (no numbers are given, just know he is bigger than you) one argument (there is NO yelling, NO cruelty, reader is self sabotaging but there is an eventual apology.), bath time, fem fingering, deku picks reader up, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, fem receiving oral, overstimulation, dacryphilia, daddy kink, unprotected sex.

✩author’s note: this is for a winter wonderland fic exchange for the Treehouse server!!! Hello @haikyuufairy! i hope you like this!! i had so much fun writing it! you asked for deku and hurt/comfort and i hope i delivered <3 thank you to @katsupeach, @pluvi-after-dark, @cherrykamado and as always, @jirou-s for beta reading!

✩title credit: Laugh Til I Cry by The Front Bottoms.

✩excerpt:

(You do not know that this phone call is the beginning of a pattern; that this phone call is the beginning of two souls stitching themselves together the same way your grandmother lovingly crafted blankets for you to hold onto. You will hold Izuku in your arms the same way the childhood version of you held onto that blanket; you will bury your face into Izuku for comfort and feel the warmth of him.)

Sometimes, Midoriya Izuku just isn’t fast enough.

It doesn’t matter how hard he’s trained, how quickly he activates his quirk, or how desperate he is to feel someone’s hand safely clasped in his, the truth of the matter is: he’s simply not fast enough some days. It’s an unfortunate ache that he’s allowed to build a home in his chest, something he hates that he’s gotten used to, but has rationalized as part of his job.

He can’t even be bothered to care about the scrapes and bruises on his own body; can’t be bothered to care that the upper half of his hero suit is in shreds. Can’t be bothered to care that he feels like a dead man walking. The pain of his injuries will always be nothing compared to the pain of losing someone. The way the tips of his fingers still feel like they’re burning with the effort of his calloused hand reaching out in an attempt to save the man that was only a few feet away from you.

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bruno inside the wall during isabela's engagement dinner

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Can we appreciate Agustín Madrigal? His daughter is just like "hey dad I just broke several rules, nearly died, stole a thing, now the house is falling apart and the entire town could be in danger and it might all be my fault", and he doesn't even get cross for a moment, he's instantly like "okay we can fix this we just have to hide this, let me help you hide this. nobody needs to know".

One of his daughters could be like "dad I killed a man" and he'd just be like "okay sweetie don't panic I'll help you hide the body".

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gojo who sleeps like a fucking rock, won’t even so much as blink if you slam the microwave or blast the tv at full volume but wakes up INSTANTLY if you say his name in a tone that sounds worried or small. his eyes fly open and his palms find their home on your cheeks to thumb gently over your skin, voice oh so soft when he whispers “what’s wrong, sweet baby?” 

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Teen Gojo

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More Encanto memes! As promised but im half sorry for making these shnasjnksa

Listen,,, I’m going to make more… that’s inevitable jsakjmas

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coming from a hispanic family, these movies hit really close to home

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Oh fuck.

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consider… ph!bakugou on the hot ones yt show!! i feel like he can handle spice well enough (he probably cries at the last two or so wings tho) and really appreciates how thought-out and unique the questions are!! bonus points if he gets asked abt y/n and goes on rambling with tears streamin down his face from the wings dbshshsj

cw: this gets a lil deep i guess but cute and i think it’s long so a read more !

your big fat brain with this one… omg and i feel like bc he likes spicy food so much and he knows they don’t ask stupid questions so when management asks him if he wants to do it, he honestly doesn’t mind lmao.

and i’m so sure w bakugou especially canonly loving spicy food he would be able to handle them ALL and he would be able to handle his reactions when it’s spicy too. so like the first lot of wings he’s calmly answering questions about his career, being honest and polite but of course still his straightforward and blunt self. he puts so much thought into his answers too so even civilians that aren’t a usual fan of dynamight they still tune in because they respect his opinion and what he says. as people of all age ranges watching him to hear about his life as a hero, the mental health issues that are automatically locked onto the job and then overwhelming sense of pride he gets from the job. and then innocent questions like his hobbies and what he does in his spare time and katsuki is comfortable with it all literally just munching away on the wings with no struggle even mentioning “yeah i eat shit this spicy at home, this show is a breeze for me.” even will mention izuku’s episode how his eyes were already watering, nose running and downing milk on the second wing. “that idiot might be strong but holy shit does he have weak taste buds.”

and then when it’s like the second to last wing he can feel his tongue tingle with heat and usually he’d be okay with just that bottle on its own but the lead up of the spicy ones before also gives his cheeks a light red flush and he’s got his elbows up as he holds onto the chicken both sides. (he’s also the type to completely suck the soul out of a chicken wing that literally only the bone is left. at home he’s also the type to chew bones, some shit about making his teeth stronger or whatever) ANYWAY yeah he can kinda feel it with the second to last one and he’s trying not to show it but he’s kinda squinting with his bites and his foot is tapping on the ground. and the interviewer feels like it’s the right time to talk about you, at least it keeps dynamight’s mind off the feeling of his mouth on fire.

“i think it’s the right time to ask about your girlfriend, what’s it like being in a relationship with one of the biggest heroes in the world?”

and whilst the question was being asked he’s trying to take out bits of chicken in teeth with his tongue but the mention or just the thought of you makes a huffy laugh flood through him, his shoulders shaking a little.

“i guess you should be askin’ her that but her life is much more… normal than mine,” and he’s wiping his eyes a little now, still a smirk on his face, “so our schedules can clash but nothin’ we can’t handle. best thing that’s ever happened to me, gave my life some purpose, you know?”

and the interviewer doesn’t know, neither do the viewers. a girl giving a pro heroes life purpose? doesn’t the job already do that for you? and bakugou can tell that’s the next question so he’s already on it.

he chuckles loudly, the noise rumbling from his chest, “i know what you’re thinkin’,” he pulls chicken off the bone with his teeth, munches for a while and speaks when his mouth is clear, “as honest as i can be, sometimes this job feels like you’re livin’ for everyone else. riskin’ my life for the people, which of course is somethin’ i accept and isn’t inherently a bad thing. but it can make life feel very real, knowin’ i can die at anytime and that forces you to comes to terms that death is always possible. always seeing life flash past your eyes every time i’m in a battle. but y/n, my girlfriend, she makes me fear death. i want to live, i always want to return home so i can see her again. yeah… she makes life worth livin’.”

and maybe it’s a bit too deep for a hot wings episode, but then again any interview with good questions becomes a sentimental, respected interview with pro hero dynamight. it sounds needed and it makes sense. humanises him for the viewers who only see him as the stubborn loud hero on their tv screens or at the scene of destroyed homes with a villian in hands. he’s sorta wiping his eyes at the end of that and nobody knows if it’s because of you or the wings.

some light hearted questions are included too, especially to wrap it up at the end with bakugou tapping his foot rapidly like it will soothe the burn on the last wing, “fans were speculating how on brand it was for you to reveal your girlfriend in a ten second video on her tiktok account instead of the usual red carpet picture or instagram post. what made you decide to do that?”

bakugou shrugs, his eyes gleaming, wiping his hands with a napkin. thinking about you really takes his mind off the burn in his mouth. “we didn’t decide shit and she was never a fuckin’ secret anyway. she wanted to do the dumb video with me so i did and i never say no to her.” his eyes are focused but slightly glazed over. then he wipes his nose rather roughly tacking on, “and she’s gorgeous, make sure you’re all lookin’ at her with respect.”

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okay you know that tiktok trend of a girlfriend proving their boyfriend is nosy af by pretending to be on the phone gossiping to their friend and the boyfriend will slowly crawl over asking to put it on speakerphone so he can hear too ? THAT IS BAKUGOU !

canonly shown how in season 2 he was sneaking around the corner at the sports festival listening to todoroki talk to deku about his family problems IN HIS BUSINESS FOR NO REASON and also how he’s the only student that knows about the one for all deku n all might secret !!

so in just normal domestic life with him he’d be so NOSY with your friends, classmates and coworkers wanting to know the gossip and although he pretends he doesn’t care he is hanging onto every word, giving input and asking about what happened next. he’d be like cooking while you sit on the side or folding his washing while you retell a story on his swivel chair in his dorm OR he’d be tinkering with his gauntlets while you lay on the floor beside him.

firstly he’s listening because being nosy is listed in one of his many personality traits but also because he loves hearing you talk so freely while he does mundane stuff, watching your face twist into different reactions and hearing your voice go into a higher pitch when he knows your about to laugh. he loves entertaining it all giving short quips so you know he’s listening and for you to continue “he’s so fucking stupid” or “i wouldn’t have that if i was her” or a snarky “we’d never do that. I’d never do that to you.” to which you roll your eyes and give him a peck, “I know you wouldn’t katsuki” before going back into the story. he likes listening to know his relationship is better than everybody else’s but he won’t tell you that.

and for the reason that he already knows the whole story about your friends romantic drama, he thinks it’s in his rights to also listen to the conversation between you and your friend, live and direct from the source. after hearing your surprised “he did WHAT?” bakugou almost gets whiplash on how quickly his head turns to you, raising his eyebrows to signal for you to put the phone on speaker so he can also listen. you do, because you would tell him after if he wasn’t there anyway.

if your friend knows he’s listening like it’s mina complaining about a boy i can imagine them like “bakugous there isn’t he. what does he think?” and you know when u gossip with your friend and they’re in the wrong like clearly in the wrong but as a friend your trying to softly tell them “well maybe…” or you’re also in selfdenial because you guys simply can’t do wrong ! bakugou would straight say from across the room “yeah you were in the wrong, why would he message you if you ghosted him for three weeks?” and you’re like arghhhhh trying to salvage it whilst hearing minas moans but also very much agreeing.

and if you were trying to prank him like the tiktoks ! yes if you try to slowly walk away from him pretending to be on the phone and finding a quiet room you talk in, i can see him following behind you without even realising like your phone is dragging him by an invisible string. you notice he’s doing it straight away, hiding your giggles when he plops beside you everywhere you go, pretending to scroll on his phone but very much listening. you’d be sitting clothed on the toilet seat and have him sitting on the edge of the bathtub listening to your conversation. literally no privacy. OR if you’re in the living room or common room laying on the sofas and he hears there’s some type of gossip over the phone he’s poking your sides for u to put it on speaker or trying to talk to you whilst youre on the phone, whispering “did he do it?” or “I knew he wouldn’t fucking commit! I told you!”

so yes boyfriend bakugou loves gossip and is great at keeping secrets.

only time he ever fails was when he picked you and your friend up from a night out and your friend was moaning about yet another guy in the backseat with you and you were trying to reassure her EVEN THOUGH you and him already spoke about the fact you knew this exact situation was going to happen so bakugou can’t hide his sniggering grunt as he’s driving, causing your angry and slightly tipsy friend to go “why is he laughing y/n! you told him didn’t you!”

bakugou says nothing just shrugs while you scramble for words, “he’s always in the room when you call!”

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serenity

pairing: bakugou katsuki x y/n

genre: very angsty sad katsu

word count: 3k 

summary: with a quirk allowing you to change others emotions, you decide to free class 1a member bakugou katsuki from the ongoing warzone in his head

a/n: this can be read as a prequel to my other fic babysitter !! i like this yns quirk and i have more fics planned with it 

somehow talk of your quirk spreaded like wildfire around your new school. you weren’t sure how considering you weren’t even on the hero course nor did you use your quirk often. yet you kept hearing your name along with popular class 1a member bakugou katuski.  

being in the management course meant that you were out the scrutinizing public eye, not necessary to be in the media and also meaning you never had to take part in school events such as the ua sports festival. you never had the passion to become a pro hero, more interested in managing heroes and helping run an agency.  

a little pink fist clamped down on your arm, the grip stronger than it looked. the stranger yanked you from your seat in the cafeteria, your chopsticks yet to be snapped. your friends at the table frowned but once seeing the two people pulling you away, shrugged, assuming it’s probably about your newfound fame in the school.  

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