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— 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 ౨ৎ

bakugo katsuki x reader. 1.2k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ reader and bakugo are both sidekicks ﾉ and roommates :3 ﾉ mentions of food

the life of a hero sidekick isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. sure, working under some of the world’s most notable names who put their lives on the line for others is honorable, but it doesn’t feel that way when, instead of fighting beside them on the frontlines, you’re stuck dealing with the aftermath of takedowns or tasked with handling nothing but paperwork all day. as menial as those tasks sound, they can feel almost as exhausting as brawling with villains.

though, as you sluggishly drag yourself to the intersection that leads to your apartment, you remind yourself that you should be grateful for the work. not everyone has the means to start their own agency so soon out of UA, you included. in a few years, once you’ve earned enough money and have established your name as a hero, you’ll be the one calling the shots.

a tiny bit of the tension in your shoulders that’s been building throughout the day dissipates when you spot a familiar head of blonde hair at the intersection. he’s got one of his gauntlets tucked under his arm and the unoccupied hand is busy tapping away at his phone. the eye mask of his costume is pushed up on his forehead, holding back sweaty strands of light hair.

“katsuki~” you whine as you approach him, tossing your head back dramatically. vermillion eyes are torn away from his phone as he looks up at you with a frown coloring his features. you reckon he’s annoyed that you’re making such a public display. you don’t care though, choosing to rest your forehead against his arm when you finally reach him.

“what’s your problem?” he gruffly asks. despite his tone, he doesn’t shrug you off, only stuffs his phone in his pocket and waits for your response, eyes cast to the side to look at you.

“work was so boring and i’m so tired,” you complain to him with closed eyes. even hearing the bustling of the city around you makes your limbs feel heavy. you inhale a deep breath, hoping that the fresh air outside of the stuffy office you’d been trapped in all day will energize you enough to make it home, but you’re met with the scent of sweat instead. it makes you frown and pull away from bakugo’s arm. “you stink”

realization dawns on you. “don’t tell me you actually got to do something today?”

he smirks, having predicted this reaction from you. despite the job description, eventful days aren’t as frequent as most think. and, although it’s childish, the fact that bakugo’s dry spell ended before yours makes him feel as though he’s won some sort of unspoken competition. “some low life happened to be active while i was patrolling with jeanist.”

“how could you?” you grab a hold of his arm and shake it petulantly. “i thought we were in the sad sidekick life together.”

bakugo shakes you off, flicking your forehead to deter you from trying again. you huff and pout, hand reaching up to soothe the subtle sting on your face. when you meet your traitorous companion’s gaze, there’s no guilt lingering in it. “you’re so dramatic.”

you ignore his comment and turn to face the crosswalk in a silent tell that you’re ready to start heading home. the man beside you mirrors your actions. the pedestrian light is flashing red and the sight makes you wonder which sounds worse—standing here even a minute longer or braving the walk back to your apartment.

with a weak sigh, you rest your head on your companion’s arm. “katsuki, carry me home.”

you can hear the grimace in his voice when he tells you, “no.”

���please?”

“no.”

“pleaseeee?”

he gives you a ride home on his back. even though he voices his exasperation the whole way there—not stopping even when he’s digging around his pocket for his keys—bakugo is sure to swerve out of the way of tree branches and carefully navigate his wide frame through the building��s main doorway all so you don’t bump into anything.

though, it seems like by the time you’ve finally made it inside your shared apartment, the man’s patience and generosity have run out. he stops in front of the couch and lets the hands supporting your thighs fall to his side, leaving you to drop rather ungracefully onto the piece of furniture. you shoot his back a glare as he makes his way to the kitchen.

you’re ready to sink into the softness of the couch and give in to the fatigue that’s been wearing at you all day when the clash of pots and pans sounds throughout the air. you don’t have the energy to peer around the couch to see what’s going on in the next room, so, instead, you speak up over the noise. “what are you making?”

a beat of silence passes, and then two, and you’re almost sure bakugo is disregarding your question when you finally get a reply. “yakisoba.”

your stomach practically growls at just the word. you know you’re testing your luck with the next words that come out of your mouth but they’re almost automatic. “make me some?”

“just who the hell do you think i am?” he asks from behind you. “your personal assistant?”

the question makes your lips curl up in a smile, partly because of his palpable irritation but mostly because the thought of the man being at your beck and call is an entertaining mental image.

“the position is open. you interested?”

“hell no,” he mutters. “and you can make your own dinner.”

“boo,” you draw out the vowel and tip your thumb down over the back of the couch, though you can’t be sure he sees it.

sometime during the rhythmic chopping of vegetables and sizzling of oil in a pan, your eyes close as you situate yourself comfortably on the couch. the sound of bakugo cooking is almost like a lullaby, you think as your focus fades and sleep begins to tug at you.

the scent of the noodle dish and a subtle warmth radiating near you stop you from falling asleep. you lazily open your eyes to find a bowl of stir fried noodles and vegetables in front of you. as you reach out to grab the bowl, your eyes shoot up to find bakugo’s, a small yet victorious smile pulling at your lips.

scarlet eyes narrow even though you haven’t said anything, like he can hear the thoughts you haven’t spoken. “i made too much so you’re just getting the extra.”

you hum in agreement, busy stuffing a mouthful of the “extra” noodles past your lips. the cushion beside you dips with katsuki’s weight as he takes a seat beside you. despite him playing it off, the man’s generosity doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“thanks for dinner,” you tell him, nudging his thigh with your foot. “and carrying me here.”

“yeah, well, my kindness isn’t free.”

you raise your eyebrows as you chew. “oh yeah? what do i owe you in return?

he shrugs. “i’ll let you know when i think of something.”

or maybe he’ll let you off easy this time.

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— JOY  ⁠/ JOYCE Ꮚ

☆ | she/her | nineteen | istp |

a homeless romantic who loves reading romance books, listen to music, eating spicy noodles, drawing, writing, and sleeping.

⊰⁠⊹ฺ about blog. requests are open, mostly writing fluff, angst or smut, no fixed schedule for now, i just write whenever i do, drafts are ganna be posted soon !!

⊰⁠⊹ i'll be writing about. bnha, genshin, one piece, haikyu, jjk, (and many more ..)

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it's okay if you aren't writing right now. it's okay not to be online. it's okay to take breaks. this is a hobby, not a job, and you should spend your time however you want to, not how others may want you to. don't stress yourself over not being around enough; it doesn't matter if you take days, weeks, or even months — it's okay to do things the way it works best for you. and if that means taking longer to reply, then so be it. people are usually far more understanding than we give them credit for.

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Apology, accepted

sum. Something sweet for someone so sweet but is too afraid to confess to their feelings for their oh so charming chef.

note. just a teaspoon full of fluff, v rushed ending, this was in the drafts for so long i was close to deleting it but here goes, not proofread i dont wanna read this again its so cringey now , my braind is about to explode from looking at all those words so bye,

i hope u guys enjoy <333

You look at the blueprints you've made yourself as you grab onto the not even nearly finished cannonball spay youve been working on. Spralled out on the ship's flor.

"Hey princess, what are you working on?" Said by none other than the straw hat's lovely chef, sanji vinsmoke. He looks at your new invention, visibly curious to know more about it.

"Its another canon thing, its supposed to shoot 5 canons every 10 seconds.." you replied as your voice gets quieter, looking at the back of the mechanical canon, you found out where to connect the wheel for it to be able to move rapidly.

Sanji looks at you, how your eyes glimmer just a little bit when you found out where to put the wheel, he likes how hard you focus on any given task, and how hard you work for it just to get the satisfaction of calling it finished. He admires that about you, and if he has the chance he would absolutely tell you how much he admires you.

"Oh and sanji?" You suddenly spoke in the moment of silence, snapping his lovesick gaze away from you.

"Yes mon amour?" He looks back again to you, giving you those small smiles that for a second made you want to kiss him right then and there, but it was only for a moment.

"Stop calling me Princess!" You yelled, trying to hide how much his cute little smiles affected you oh so much. He always has a habit to say such sweet words to every woman he sees, so why should you feel special whenever he says those to you? its not like he means it anyways..

Sanji looks at your eyes tainted with anger, with his eyes wide he gets on his knees and bows in front of you, asking for forgiveness for bothering you.

Time and time again sanji has repeatedly tried to show you that he cares for you more than any other woman he has seen before, how he has stopped entertaining other women because of how much he likes you,

Sanji Vinsmoke has fallen inlove with you, he just needs you to realize it which is a challenge he's willing to take.

"I apologize, my Queen." He said with pure shame on his face, as he rose up from the ground he scoops your hands that were on your sides and he kisses your hand, "my deepest apologies madam" he said as he plants another kiss on your hands, with you still unable to move from the sudden affection.

"Although could i interest you with a dessert?, perhaps a Vanilla Soufflé? Or a Crème brûlée? Or perhaps Delicious macarons??"

You thought for a second, and then decided that a little bite wouldn't hurt nobody.

"Ohh macarons do sound good right now.." you whispered, slightly blushing at the thought of eating a dessert from the chef made for just you.

"AH MACARONS IT IS!" He said full of glee, he could impress you with macarons, it was simple anyways.

So as the cook makes the macarons with all the love he could give.

You on the other hand proceeds to what you were doing before the blond distracted you.

A few moments later, your quiet moment was interrupted by none other than the cook itself, and on his hands sat a plate of perfectly beautiful pink macarons.

"Only the best macarons, for the most beautiful woman on all the seas" He exclaimed as he extends the plate full of macaroons.

"oh this tastes different!"

"I added a little something special for you"

"what is it?"

"Love"

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i just want to play with Satoru Gojo’s hair.

it’s just looks so soft. i wonder if it would feel like a cloud. i just know he would love it. He would be laying in your lap your fingers intertwine in his white hair softly tugging every once in awhile. fluffing his hair making it look even crazier. When you would stop he would start whining. almost throwing a fit like a child. you thought it was adorable. you love him through and through.

“why’d you stop..” he said while whining. looking up at you with his crystal blue eyes.

“my hand was cramping baby. give me a sec.”

he nuzzles his head deeper into your lap practically begging for more. and you are you to deny the love of your life. you kissed his nose and continued to play with his hair.

“i love you toru”

“I love you too baby”

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A scrap from your book

Bakugo x reader, aged up, college! au, quirks don't matter, no warnings, just heartwarming

Roommate Bakugo who is forced to share a room with you for about three months due to unexpected construction works in the college apartment he occupied. The whole Bakusquad was moved to random rooms. To make it worse they were all shared ones. You agreed to take in a male occupant.

Roommate Bakugo who tries to spend as much time outside of the cramped college room as possible. He feels like he's kinda invading your privacy as well as just finding the whole situation uneasy.

Roommate Bakugo who has to complete a bunch of assignments but the library is packed in the late afternoon hours, the air thick with gossip, stress, sweat and annoyance. Bakugo finally wandered off to the dorm room to find some peace for his work.

Roommate Bakugo who spotts you always turn off your lamp and tune down the brightness on your laptop when he tells you he's going to sleep.

"You don't have to do that." He grunts, already wrapped up in heavy covers.

"I don't mind, you do the same." Because he does.

Roommate Bakugo who walks on you watching a film he loves. At first he just circles the small room mindlessly, more interested in the unwrapping dialogue between his two favourite characters than the laundry he's picking up.

"You wanna watch?" You ask, pausing the movie.

"No. I was going to do my laundry."

"I can wait, I can buy some snacks in the meantime, I was looking for an excuse to do it anyway."

So the two of you ended up finishing the film together, sitting on your bed.

Roommate Bakugo who talks to you more, geting used to the situation faster than he thought he would. You both sit by your desks working on the boring college stuff. He spotted you were trying hard, not slacking around and keeping most of your deadlines. Even if he didn't want to admitt it, he was impressed. Not that he didn't do the same, it's just rare to find a person who actually cares.

Roommate Bakugo who didn't know how to phrase a sentence. He was working on a piece of paper for the last two hours after an intense day of workout and his brain refused to cooperate anymore.

"Can I ask you for a favour?" Your face appeared from behind your laptop screen.

"Depends on what is it."

"I finished a short essay and I wanted to ask if you could read it and tell me if it makes sense."

Might as well take a break to refresh his mind. Bakugo read through the text and came to the conclusion that you were a good writer. A very good writer in fact.

"How would you say that in other words?" He asked after you were happy with your work, your laptop tossed aside as you lay on your bed scrolling through your phone.

You skipped to him, read through the sentence and gave him a paraphrase, one that he wouldn't think of himself.

"Thanks."

Roommate Bakugo who was eying you book collection for some time. You had a bunch. When he asked the two of you started talking and in went on and on and on. Finally, you stood up on your bed, the sheets dipping in where you stretched out to reach the highest shelve. Picking out a book you handed it to him.

"My favourite."

So he started to read it.

Roommate Bakugo who got a text from you that you wouldn't be back in the dorms for the night. After a shower he laid down in his bed, shirtless, with your book in hand. It was definitely worth it and he was way past the half already. Suddednly the doors opened only to reveal you, eying him up and down.

"The fuck you doing here?" Suddenly Bakugo felt a tad bit embarassed about his bare chest and lose sweatpants.

"My friend cancelled, sorry, you have someone over?" A small sly grin appeared on yoru lips.

"Jeez no, I'm just half naked."

"I don't mind." You shrugged, throwing your bag on the bed.

And what was that supposed to mean?

Nevermind. Bakugo wanted to get back to the story when he spotted something horrific. His hand gripped a nice chunk of the page, torn out of the book. He must have done it when you startled him with the grand entrance. It was readable as he only torn the cream white but it still looked nasty.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He didn't even look at you, opting on eying the damage, embarassement creaping up his cheeks for destroying someone's else belonging. One of yoru favourite belongings.

You came over, looked at the book and started to laugh.

"What's so fucking funny?" From embarassed Bakugo quickly merged into defensive.

"You look as if you killed my grandma. It's just a book." You saw that it didn't make him feel better, in fact the frown in his brows deepened. "I like my books being used. Lets treat it as a memory of you reading it. Give me the torn piece, please." Your hand reached out and he put the scrap into your open palm.

You skribbled something down on it using a pen fished out of your drawer. When you gave it back to him, the paper read 'Don't stress so much, dummy.'

"You can keep it." A smile brightened your face as you turned around to do other things.

Roommate Bakugo who would never admitt to anyone that he kept that scrap in the back of his phonecase at all times.

Roommate Bakugo who would never admitt to anyone that it took you roughly two months to steal his rock-like heart away.

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Sanji usually doesn't allow people to help him around in the kitchen, preferring to do the work all by himself and if anyone were to be in the kitchen with him, he'd have them steer clear of his workplace.

When you, the newest addition to the crew and happen to be a cook yourself, decided to assist him in preparing lunch for the crew, Sanji couldn't find it within himself to turn you away.

You smiled and hummed, chopping up the vegetables as you're ordered to. Sanji watched from the distance, eying your hands and found himself nearly wincing when the knife gets too close to your skin.

From you putting the chopped ingredients into the pot to you checking when to weaken the fire, he followed you like a hawk. Even if Sanji knew about your experiences as a responsible cook and allowed you to work with him, he couldn't help but feel worried when your face gets so close to the boiling hot stew, seeing if it's ready or not.

As he watched you, he often noted in his head how you carried yourself with this sir of professionalism regardless of what kind of establishment Luffy picked you out of like a orphan. Your steady hands, your sharp and precise sight, your sense of smell and taste also having that professional feeling as well.

He thought of your well-being so much so that he forgot about himself. And when you turned to warn him on his hand inching closer to fire, he realized it too late and his hand now ached with burns.

When you moved Sanji away from the cooking area and treated his burns, a storm of emotions stir up all inside him. Embarrassment, anger, his pride crushed and crumbled to pieces, and another thing.

Warmth.

He watched you, gaze never flicking away from your furrowed brows and scrunched nose. Worry written all over your face as words leave your mouth, words he faintly recognize as scolding and curses. His face flushed, bright red that you'd assume he stayed under the sun far too long for a pale person like him.

And when you leave his side to check on the stew, he finally snapped out of his daze and turned away from your figure, cursing himself internally for letting him look like an idiot in front of you.

Little did he know you were actually quite fond of idiots. Especially blonde ones.

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My Hero Academia Ch. 403 | Manga coloring

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EVERYBODY SHUT UP, DABI SIMPS HAVE BEEN FED ONCE AGAIN OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIM—

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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

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Hihi i am going crazy about organising everything in this account

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Taz Skylar is my Roman Empire

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About me

Hi my name is joy but you guys can call me anything you like, my pronouns are she/they, i am a hopeless romantic, a filipino, a scorpio, an istp, and a passionate (?) writer willing to serve you all the fluffiest stories i can make :))

— Some things that i like are: spicy foods, anime(ofc), coke (i am addicted), romance books, kiki's delivery service (my first and favourite Ghibli film), music (i love taylor swift), my friends, sleep, reading/writing and tooth rotting fluff.

— Some things that i dislike are: badly written romance novels, noisy children, movies that makes me cry, cliffhangers, mayonnaise, stress, optical illusions, cherries, writers block moments and school (ofc).

— My hobbies are: playing ukulele, drawing, writing stories and songs, reading romance novels, playing valorant, and idk what else

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About my blog

— My blog would mostly be about fluff and all that cliche shit so run away while you can before it reaches your hearts lmao.

I made this blog as a way for me to improve my writing so characters might be ooc and some plots might be confusing and cliche-ish(?).

Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated !!

— Updates would probably be about once a week, depends how tiring my week has been.

I have school on Wednesdays to Thursdays once a week but i mostly still get lazy to do anything everday so my bad if it takes me a week to post again.

— Requests are very much accepted !! (pls send some i am so head empty rn)

I would only be writing about a few set of characters but i am still open on writing other characters depending on your request.

I dont really have rules set for requests yet, so i guess il just make one if i ever feel uncomfortable with a particular ask.

Fandoms i'll be writing are : bnha, genshin, one piece, yo yo hakusho, haikyu, and many more..

i am mostly ganna write about: dabi, bakugo, hawks, sero, denki, monama, childe, kaeya, sanji, zoro, and i might add some more !!

I might add a few people i used to write for but for now thats all.

— i do write only fluff as of the moment, but i still would repost or make (maybe) nsfw posts so this isn't entirely a sfw blog.

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TAZ SKYLAR

*his smile tho-🥹

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Your words have consequences on people’s mental health.

I think that some people on here and on social media in general don’t get that. Your words could drive a person who’s already suffering to take their own life, but I bet you don’t care about that. I’m so tired of people thinking they know others on the internet because the truth is: you don’t.

When I say that some people take their hatred and dislike towards a person too far this is what I mean. If you think someone “can handle” your words that person might not be able to handle them at all. Because you don’t know them in real life, bullying is not cool. I’m so sick and tired of people thinking they know everything and that can get away with every single thing they post on the internet without consequences. Your words have consequences. If someone is not bothering you, leave them alone.

I think that some people forget that behind a screen there are real breathing human beings and not emotionless characters or fictional ones.