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This is so Aaron T 💀

The outfit, The energy, The tricks!!!

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bakugou doesn't let you pay for anything.

it doesn't matter how much money you make, your finances are covered at all times. he doesn't care how much you beg him to let you pay for once. he doesn't care how hard you try to pull his hand away as he reaches for his wallet. he will pay, whether you like it or not.

"katsuki, please just let me pay."

your pleas fall on deaf ears as he hands the cashier his card.

it's not like he's trying to be controlling or anything. he just wants you to be cared for at all times. you're his partner and he wants to be able to provide for you.

maybe he'll let you pay one day, but definitely no time soon.

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BOJACK HORSEMAN GIVES MAJOR NICKLEBACK VIBES (also just any divorced dad rock music specifically) but recommended songs that embody him would be rockstar, San Quentin, and she keeps me up all by NICKLEBACK. There are plenty more but these seemed most fitting 😂

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Headcannon about katsuki bakugou and that his favorite movie is whiplash. Its cannon that he know how to play drums but I like to think he secretly enjoys jazz and how abrasive yet organized it is. The music pushes limits similar to how he likes to do and he admires the determination shown in the movie.

Just random food for thoughts as I’m watching whiplash now 🤷‍♀️ he gives off very Andrew vibes

Further more, following the head cannon that as he gets older he loses more of his hearing do to close proximity with his quirk, he plays the drums more and more often because he enjoys the vibrations and how he can feel the music without having to hear it necessarily.

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I love how in bnha fic there’s a handful of headcanons that everyone adores. I love how that makes it possible to read so many interpretations of this specific situation.

he’s matching with eri if you even care

bonus comic: (the next morning)

a few minutes later bkg decides to own it and become a rarity stan

edit: now comes with a rec list!

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Poe.ai Masterlist

Velikan

Velikan x Teammate (SFW/NSFW, Female)

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ignore me and my thots pls and thank you

➭ cuddling w/ simon riley

implied age gap (briefly), gn!reader, not proofread

he's warm against you, breathing softly into your neck. one of his arms is slung lazily over your waist, holding you in a vice-like grip against his chest. you're cuddled close under the blankets, and the heat is nearly unbearable. one of your legs is slotted in between his thighs, hooked around the back of his calf to keep him still.

it's nice when he relaxes like this-- really relaxes, practically melts into the bed. his free hand idly rubs up and down your chest, putting enough pressure to dissipate any and all anxiety left in your system.

the sun has just started to set, casting the room in a warm glow through the curtains. you've got the windows cracked, a cool breeze occasionally drifting through the room.

an hour ago, you were freezing. now though, a thin layer of sweat has settled at the back of your neck and your hairline. part of you wants to shove him away or take a cold shower-- the latter seems like a better option.

but you stay still, staring at him. his lashes flutter slightly and his eyes open, half lidded, to stare at you.

simon makes a noise of acknowledgment-- low in the back of his throat, hand stilling its earlier ministrations on your chest. "wa's the matter, pet?"

his slurred speech is endearing, and you smile softly, running a hand through his mussy hair. "nothing. i was just relaxing, that's all." his pupils are blown wide as he stares at you, and the sight makes you squirm.

"righ'. like 'm supposed to believe tha'." you can tell he's exhausted, accent more pronounced than usual. he buries his face back in the crook of your neck when you don't respond.

you feel his coy smirk against your skin, and his stubble gently brushing against the thin skin of your throat. "baby," his voice comes out a low rasp, "you sure you're alrigh'?"

"positive." your eyes are getting heavy again, and you kick a leg out from under the blankets, shifting slightly.

wanting a break from the heat, you flip away from him onto your back. he frowns when you pull away from him, leaning on his elbow and hovering over you, staring at you with a single brow raised.

"you lyin' to me?" wanting to quell any insecurity before it even forms, you quickly shake your head.

"no, i just got hot. sorry, handsome." you grin sheepishly, reaching up and running the back of your hand over his defined jaw and amber stubble. he needs to shave.

he grunts, eyes scanning over you for a moment in silence. you take the opportunity to stare right back at him-- the lazy and contented posture, heavy eyes, relaxed jaw.

what's left of the sunlight filters in, a warm hue, creating shadows that dance across his face with every rustle of the leaves outside. birds chirp quietly in the cool evening; a neighborhood dog barks every once in a while, startling the cozy atmosphere.

it's domestic in the best way possible, and simon flops back down against his pillow with a groan.

"'m tired, pet." the heels of his palms rub over his eyes, and he closes them with a tired sigh. "lets jus' sleep."

your eyes flick to the clock-- seven forty-three.

"quarter till eight," you mumble quietly, "it's still early. but, i won't argue if you want to sleep now."

"christ, 's only seven?" simon groans, messing his hair further as he tosses his head back. "'m gettin' old, baby."

you barely manage to suppress a snort. "you aren't that old." you argue weakly, reaching over and ruffling his hair.

he swats your hand away, shaking his head dejectedly. "only seems tha' way to you, pet."

the silence stretches on for a moment, and you rub your eyes. you watch his chest rise and fall slowly. clearly unable to control any and all urges you have, you reach out and rub his chest. simon practically purrs, letting his eyes slip closed.

"feels nice." is his only comment, letting you feel his chest. he moves so both his arms are behind his head, leaning against them. the position makes him vulnerable, and a small part of you cheers silently.

it's always a lovely treat when he shows you unabashedly how much he loves and trusts you. he ditched his mask a long time ago, that should have been sign enough. but the fact that he's lying on his back, exposed like this, makes something in your chest flutter. you two stay like that the rest of the evening, until sleep pulls at the threads of your conscious.

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| Hostage - Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Word count - 1.9K

Summary - When y/n is taken hostage because she is their combat analyst and knows a significant amount of information in regards to the 141, Ghost goes ballistic. Driven by fear and anger he locates you and is able to rescue you but the fear lingers and he struggles to wrestle his feelings back down.  

Warnings/Tags - Violence and blood, allusions to a brief panic attack  

A/N - I’m thinking of doing an epilogue to this but I’m really on the fence  

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Kissing Ghost on the forehead

Masterlist Kissing König on the forehead

Simon tried to protect you from Ghost, he really did. It was not that Ghost would hurt you in any way, no. And of course, it was not a disease or mental disorder of any kind - it's a coping mechanism. But once the mask was on - Ghost appeared softly and silently. And Ghost could do things, that Simon couldn't. Things, he wouldn't ever want you to witness.

He never made a huge mystery of his work - he just didn't give away too many details. Simon didn't even hide his masks - he just asked you to not touch him, when he's wearing one of them.

"It's dusty, I wouldn't want your hands to get dirty." When in reality, he wouldn't want your entire being to get corrupted.

Ghost was to be kept out of your house and Simon made sure, you never saw each other. Little did he know, you had your ways not only around people, but around symbols as well.

His last day at home was coming to an end: in the morning he had to leave for a long deployment. Simon packed his things, leaving the mask atop of his open bag.

The rays of the setting sun painted the rooms with large windows in shades of red and gold. He absorbed every moment, breathed in and tried to remember barely distinguishable smells and sounds that filled your house, walked aimlessly through the rooms when he saw this. You sat on the edge of your bed, next to his bag, holding his mask in front of you. Your eyes were screwed shut as you pressed your forehead against the cracked, grayish surface of the mask. It was as if Ghost was kneeling in front of you, letting you touch his forehead with yours. Simon froze, part of him wanted to end this scene right there, but he hesitated, not wanting to scare you.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked deep into the empty holes in the mask. Your lips parted and you spoke almost inaudibly.

"Protect him and bring him back to me alive."

Simons' heart skipped a beat, when he understood, you were speaking not to him, but to the Ghost behind his mask.

And then, when he thought, this strange conversation was over - you brought the mask to your lips and kissed its forehead. Simon was standing in good 10–15 meters from you, but he could swear, he almost felt your soft and tender touch. Anything he ever knew, anything both he and Ghost were capable of, crumbled and slowly disappeared before your wish. Anything, that still kept meaning both to Simon and Ghost from this very moment, was that wish.

"Bring him back alive."

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for my König enjoyers 🫶

Y’all know the drill— full pic on twitter (here)

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tumblr bitch: liking creepypasta makes you a freak!

me: **growls really hard**

jeff: its ok theyre just jealous babe…

me: i know jeff, i know

slendy: **slaps my fat juicy ass**

me: NOT NOW SLENDY JEFF AND I ARE HAVING A MOMENT

slendy: youre so boring **murders a whole family**

me: **sighs**

police: **en route**

jeff: **the killer**

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if ke huy quan played peter parker..

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Pls cute katsuki fanfic?

I honestly didn’t think my bakugo fic would do as well as it did PFFFFFFF-

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“Quit staring at me like that, freakshow.”

Bakugo’s protest comes from the absolute silence of morning, his voice still raspy with sleep and words still drunk with the drowsiness.

He’s on his back, left only in his boxers in a feeble attempt to ease any of the sleep-heat clinging to his body, but it’s in vain as you’re also clinging to him, your leg tossed over his waist and arm over his chest. Your head nuzzling against his shoulder only makes him sweat more, and the way he feels your eyes fixated on him makes his heart beat a hummingbird.

“I’m not looking at you.”

“You’re looking exclusively at me,” he grumbles. “Can always feel those goddamned peepers on me, ya creep.”

“I thought you said you always liked my eyes,” you hum, twisting his words in a way you know makes his brows furrow, but you’re quick to quell his annoyance with a loving hand that rubs his chest. “Besides, you’re too pretty not to look at, Katsuki.”

“‘M not pretty,” he grumbles. “If anything you’re gonna call me, I’m handsome. You’re the pretty one.”

“Why can’t we both be pretty?”

“Because I’m an asshole.” His own words make a smirk crack over his cheeks, and it only grows when you swat at him softly with a surprised “Katsuki!” “What! You asked.”

“You’re not an asshole,” you pout, leaning forwards to nudge your nose against his cheek, making him angle his head towards you. There’s absolute enamor in his gaze, crimson pools flitting around your face as if to mark every pore, every scar, every mark. It makes you turn into a puddle, and you’re sure it’ll never cease to amaze you just how much you love to be looked at like that. “Not to me, anyways.”

“It’s because I like you, dumbass,” he murmurs, but his eyes never leave your face, thus debunking his not-so affectionate nickname. “I’m not going to be an asshole to someone I like.”

“Do I need to pull out the list?” You tease.

“Not unless you wanna sleep on the couch tonight.”

A smile tugs at your cheeks, and you press a small kiss to his nose in an attempt to ease his playful annoyance. It does make him sigh happily, your subtle affections always manage to have him eating out of the palm of your hand. And he rolls on his side to face you, but when he sees your shit-eating grin, he clicks his tongue in amusement and regret.

“What’re you smirkin’ about?” He mumbles, closing his eyes once again.

“Just you,” you confess. “And how much you like me.”

“Dear god.”

“You looooove me.”

“I’ll literally just leave, I don’t deserve this slander.”

“No,” you whine, holding onto him tighter and burrowing your head against his warm muscles. “Want you to stay with me… in fact, let’s just live here. Maybe hire Eijiro to bring us snacks and food.”

And despite how unrealistically good that sounds to Katsuki, he’ll never let you know just how fast you make his heart race- even if it’s blatant and never has to really be said- so all he does it tighten his grip around you to hold you close, head resting on top of yours.

“Whatever,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Go back to sleep, too early for your ass to be up.” You hear the smile in his voice.

“I was admiring the view.”

“I swear to god-“

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HABITS KATSUKI HAVE AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

character : bakugo katsuki

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katsuki having a habit of slapping your ass out of nowhere.

you're well into your relationship for over two years and this man's tendency to slap you ass out of nowhere never seemed to go away.

you're picking up the scattered laundry from the floor of your laundry room and katsuki pass by the door. as soon as his eyes fell over your bent over form, he striding over to you and slapping your ass.

there's nothing sexual about his habit. it's a playful habit of katsuki that seemed to skyrocket after getting in a relationship with you, and it rarely leads to something sexual. there's a shit eating grin on his face afterwards and then he's fleeing the room.

katsuki cook as his way of apologizing.

he knows he mess up a lot and his attitude often time upsets you, but as much as he doesn't like to admit that he is sorry, he also doesn't like to see you upset.

he would leave his agency earlier than usual if that morning you two left on a bitter note and come home after doing some grocery shopping. he cooks for you and wait for you to return from your work. after you do he treats you like a queen and serves you the food like your servent.

you might not even be that mad over him for something so petty but he takes it as his personal mission to make up to you with everything that he have. after feeding you to your heart's content, when you both lay down in the bed to sleep off the tiredness, he whisper quiet 'i'm sorry' to show his genuine grief.

katsuki have a sharp memory and he uses it to remember your every detail.

he knows how after eating too much sugar you always want something spicy to even out the taste. so, he always prepares something spicy for you after you had too many sweets.

he knows how you have a habit of bouncing your knees when you're nervous or anxious for some reason. so, he would place his hands on your knees nonchalantly to remind you that he is here and you don't need to worry.

he knows you get distracted when you're working very easily. so, he would always sternly remind you to work properly and then would spoil you with love after you complete your work.

he pays attention to all your needs and always tries his best to fulfill your wants.

katsuki likes to make breakfast in the morning, not only because he likes cooking but also because he wake up before you daily and wants to spoil you with a nice breakfast in bed.

he takes making your day better with a good breakfast very seriously.

katsuki leans down to hear you better if you're in a crowded place.

a gentle hand on your waist to steer you clear from bumping into something. he makes you walk on the inner side of sidewalk and would put his hand on your lower back when you're crossing a road.

katsuki is a boyfriend who despite his loud and rude attitude, still does his best to be as caring and loving as he can be.

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Fenrir ‘sneaking up’ to Kratos and Atreus for some pets.