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[pasteldaze]

Someone needs to write headcannons of the bnha boys reacting to the 'peel me an orange challenge' right fukin now

[brain-squad]

T h e B e g i n n i n g

Bakugou X reader: Au Experiment

There I was, sitting in a white cell listening to water droplets. To which will cause me insanity. No, I wasn't in prison. I was in a facility surrounded by white walls and tiled white floors. Every two days, they check up on me to see where my progress is at, and like every two days, I'm given a new color to tell the fellow "Caretakers" my danger level. However, this time was different. I was given a cellmate. He was rather aggressive and didn't have a color. He must be new.

The caretakers had chained his arms and mouth, in hopes to get him in without any hassle. But it seems it didn't succeed. He was still able to fight back, even with restraints. Thankfully for the other caretakers, another caretaker arrived with a stick and nudged him into the cell. But he was quick and charged at them with the claws on his feet. Then suddenly, the door was closed, and laughter and scoffs could be heard behind it. The boy hit the door, then took a step back and turned to me. He growled, slowly walking towards me, looking for any signs of fear. But he found none. Instead, he smelled confusion from his own being. I stared at him blankly through my mask, then got up and walked to the window.

The caretakers were long gone, and only boot prints to show for it. I turned to my cellmate and asked him what section he came from. But he only sat there and tilted his head to the side. I scoffed at his behavior, then looked outside the window to study the clock.

"1:15."

In 15 minutes, we'll be released for recess. That should give me enough time to analyze the interior of this place. I clapped my hands, grabbing the attention of my cellmate. He stared at me and then turned his attention back to the door. Maybe he knows we're getting out.

I walked over to him and sat down beside him. He then growled at me, so I placed my hand on his face and shoved him away. He whimpered a bit, then quickly went back to snarling.

I stared at the door, counting the seconds before we were released. My cellmate, however, had different plans. He was waiting for one of the caretakers to come back so he could attack him the moment they let him free from his restraints. In about 5 minutes, the door opened, and I walked around the facility, memorizing the interior. But without noticing, my cellmate has been following me still in his restraints. I felt something nudging my back, and I heard a soft whine. My eyes shifted to look at what was behind me, and to my surprise, a spikey-haired, wolf eared boy was behind me. This smelly delinquent has been following me? He tried ripping off the mask that covered his mouth but failed every time. I looked at him and said,

"Alright, let's get these off you."

His tail then began to wag when he saw my hand reaching closer to his face, slowly peeling off each layer of his mask. Minutes went by and some of his layers were refusing to come off. Like they were tangled into each other. The boy then released a grunt realizing his mask wasn't going to come off as soon as he thought.

"Sorry, it won't budge. Maybe you should just wait for a caretaker." I said, as my hands slipped away from him as I turned around to continue my analyzing. I need to make it out of here before they send me to a new location.

"Ugh!"

Something tripped me. Something fleshy. The sounds of growling then confirmed my suspicion. It was the wolf eared boy again. His nails scratched the gray floor, denting it with little claw marks. He was trying to intimidate me.

I quickly sat up, turning my head seeing him looming above me. He looked pissed. Like someone just scratched up his car.

"I told you to talk to the other caretakers." I said, getting back up. But he didn't take no for an answer and tried attacking me. Swinging his feet in the air. I swiftly blocked it with my arm, grabbing ahold of his ankle. My foot sweeped the ground knocking into his. The only thing stopping him from falling was me. Yet, he looked nothing but dissatisfied. He wanted to win, and judging by the look in his eyes he was determined.

He then decided to pull out his final card and head bunk me which didn't turn out so well. As he tried to bunk me, I punched his kneecap out of place rendering him wounded. Thankfully for him it went back into place. Next time I won't be so merciful.

I let him go then walked back to our cell waiting for the caretakers to come back to escort us to lunch. As expected, I arrived first, as always. Waiting for my cellmates to arrive soon. But that wasn't going to be for another 30 minutes. For now, I need to plant false evidence.

"Well look who it is, C007. What brings you back so early?" a woman said, walking up to the cell door. However, I didn't say anything. I need to appear idiotic.

"Mm, not much of a talking type, are you?" she sighed, crouching down to the floor so we could see eye to eye. "Well, no matter, I can do the talking. After all, I heard it calms you down." That was a lie, it does the exact opposite. But she knows, she just wants to get a reaction out of me. Like everyone else.

"Mm, well I've heard you've been getting better with your powers, good for you!" She smiled, perking up and leaned her head the other way. She was fascinated by me, it was creepy. And to top it off this very woman was the same one who kidnapped me, watched me suffer, and had the audacity to talk to me as one of her friends. Disgusting.

"As you may know, we've been watching you for a long time. A very long time. And we've noticed you've been wandering around the facility. Basically, I'm here to ask you to stop before something bad happens. Mkay?" She ruffled my hair, slowly getting up and opening the door, then walked away. This was a warning.

A warning from a psycho.

I walked into the cell grazing my hand on the white wall, while looking outside the cell window for anything interesting going on. However, there was nothing but a clock and empty cells. This was how it usually was at recess inside the cell hall, empty and quiet. But when kids came back it was loud, full of screams of joy or fear, never in between. Before they come back though they would play in room Y1-0. The Playroom the Caretakers call it. And within the room there are balls of multiple colors, slides, swings, seesaws, fake grass, toys, and best of all Cameras. One of the things I despise the most.

While kids are playing with other kids, they'll check to see how kids play and how they communicate. If a kid has good grammar or "education" they'll send them to a facility that will provide them tools to flourish. Of Course, however, it also depends on two other factors: the powers the kids have and their danger level. But that's a story for another time.

"Alright, you little worm. Get in the cell." The caretaker said, shoving him in the cell.

"Oh, you're back. How's your knee?" I said, looking at his now wrapped up knee. His restraints were gone, and he was given proper cell clothes: a long white shirt with a white pants. The caretaker had now shut the door behind my cellmate, careful not to slam it on his tail.

He was clearly still mad at me as he walked his way to the corner of the cell. Slowly limping and wobbling, leaning on the wall for support. I kind of felt bad, even though he attacked me first. My cellmate then slowly slid down the wall while grabbing his neck as he did. They must have done something to him. Once he was situated, he let out a loud grunt, feeling relief. At least I can be sure he won't touch me for a while.

10 minutes later a loudspeaker blared out a message.

"All caretakers go to your assigned duty post. Protocol A15."

It was time for lunch. 

[diaco1968]

Bakugou x Reader

Heavily inspired by assasins creed odyssey, which strangely enough isnt much of a favorite game of mine at all

Spartan commander!Bakugou x persian commander Reader

*Warnings!noncon dubcon force and struggle, hair pulling, choking, slapping , unhealthy relationship...

Amazing Art credited to: https://clarissaferguson.artstation.com/projects/aRD6G0

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It infuriated him to watch you, the confusion that flooded his brain doing nothing to alleviate his frustration, was he bothered because of the shackles and chains binding your once proudly armor clad figure, or was it the humbling slave clothing shamefully displaying too much of you for everyone to see.

What used to be a very familiar fabric worn by slaves all over Sparta looked so strange and out of place on your usually expensively covered body that he soon found himself noticing stupid irrelevant details on how ridiculously little it covered or how terribly it was sewn.

Still, all this was better than when he finally gathered the will to take a look at your face. He had seen you frown many times before, your concentration method on the battlefield, but a scowl so deep he had never seen on your face. Nor did you once look up from your hands firmly and uncomfortably hanging from the chain connecting them to your neck. Not in a submissive or shamed way, not at all; more like you couldn't be bother paying attention to the insignificant greeks around you.

These people clearly didn't know who you were, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten to where you were being sold off as a common slave today. Macedonia was always more tolerant towards Persian invaders; way too tolerant in his opinion. Had it been Sparta though, you wouldn't have been alive right now.

That point indirectly led to his current situation. He was pondering wether or not he should purchase you before anyone else would, in front of his own Spartan troops that he knew recognized you very well.

And no his little secret obsession with you wasn't the reason he wanted you; in fact that same obsession was the reason he was in his current predicaments in the first place.

"Can this one read and write?"

"Oh yes indeed, in fact she is much more intelligent than just that!"

"How so?"

"She is from Persia."

His eyes snapped onto the man standing next to him, his glare so fierce it would cause him to tremble; had he seen it.

"Well well, a Persian one, huh! Must be very expensive then...?"

Unlike him, you probably having heard that same conversation many times already didn't bat an eye at the men talking.

The sharp pain shooting through his gut brought him back to the situation at hand, and reminded him of the actual reason he had hunted you down and why he could absolutely not let anyone else have you.

"I'll take thi-"

"Step aside."

The authoritative voice cutting off the slave trader and the bargaining man caught your attention immediately. You knew this voice. And you knew that you shouldn't have heard him here, or anywhere at least for a while. Unless he had figured everything out since the night before. Making sure to not let your smirk show, you raised your head to meet his fiery eyes, much more prominent now with how pale and sick he looked to be.

"Excuse me, but-"

"You are excused. How much for the Persian Slave."

He made sure to spit the words out with venom in his voice, and as he had predicted you reacted by a silence snarl.

"I'm sorry but this man here was interested in the same one, you should probably wait for him-!"

The trader was silenced by a heavy looking coin pouch being shoved in his hands as Bakugou stepped in to grab you by the chain that connected the shackles on your wrists and pulled you up on your feet.

"Uh... sold!" You could hear the trader trying to move on with his business as if this brute of a Spartan general didn't just interrupt him.

"Missed me, huh?"

He cursed under his breath as he yanked you into the narrow gap between two houses and pushed you back against the wall.

"Whoah that's not how honorable Spartans treat their unarmed foes..."

You trailed off watching him as he tried to quickly shed his cloak off, shaky fingers making the fabric catch on some edges of his sharp armor. You would've made fun of him had the predicaments were less serious.

" though I must admit I am interested in what I'm seeing...What am I seeing exactly?"

"Silence!"

He messily draped the cloak over your head, momentarily faltering and having to lean on his hands on the wall behind you, having you step back into the wall and effectively caged by his body, hands placed on either side of your head. His pale face was close enough now, that you could see the effects of your handiwork last night.The bags under his eyes and chapped dry lips. Dehydration already?

He hated you as he felt his energy drain from him slowly; you sneaky dishonorable snake... but yet, as he leaned over you, the way your eyes were watching him wearily yet curiously, your face was so close... your delicate yet trained figure practically half a breath away.

A breath he could barely heave.

Because of you.

He pushed himself off the wall and away from you.

"What a gentleman, covering this humble slave up like this..."

"It's not for you, it's to not have any unwanted attention dragged my way. There are people who know who you are."

"And yet you are wearing that golden shiny armor, I'm sure no one will pay attention."

"By the gods will you ever shut up!"

He grabbed the hood of the cloak and pulled it roughly over your head, covering more than half of your face by it. His hand firmly pressed on your shoulder, pushing you forward.

"Move."

"What do you want with me anyway..."

"As if you don't know."

"I have a few guesses."

His eye twitched in annoyance, his jaw clenching, finding the nerve of you unbelievable. You could feel his fingers dig into your shoulder so tightly that you knew there would be indents of them there later.

"You can't feel your fingers, can you?"

The change of your tone from the usual casual annoying one to a serious one caught him offgaurd.

He was hoping that he was playing it off well enough not for you to notice, that you would think he had come for you to punish your act of treachery.

Not for you to figure out he actually needed you.

"You poisoned me." He hissed under his breath.

"You are the enemy."

"It was a truce discussion!"

"As your spies cleared out my ranks?!"

This was the (y/n) he knew best. The demanding firm voice of a captain, with the ferocity of something much more majestic than a venomous snake...

Only too bad you were mistaken.

"Where is the antidote."

He pulled off your hood but you had realized long ago that he was taking you to your raided and deserted camp. The last stand before they had over run you with their forces, where your soldiers fought and probably died.

"I don't know."

"Now listen here you poutána*!"

He spun you around and grabbed your neck, using all the power he had left in his body, to lift you up by the neck and hold you against the wooden walls surrounding the camp. With a sharp strangled inhale your hands shot up to grab his wrist as you panicked lightly not feeling the ground beneath your feet, mouth falling agape. You didn't expect him to have this much left in him, feeling as if a little more pressure and he would crush your neck, if it wasn't for the tang of fear for your life you could say you were impressed, but the pain was soon forgotten as your vision started to get blurry, the lack of air disrupting your normal body functions.

"If I die, you die!"

You wheezed trying to maintain eye contact despite the strong feeling of your eyes wanting to roll back in your skull as a response to the tight choke hold.

"And if I die, you die too. Only I make sure by the time my men are done with you, your precious king will not even want to claim you back."

You had no idea what he meant by that threat, in fact you had no ideas at all, it felt like all your thoughts were jumbled in a mess of yarns and they were knotting tighter by the second, the darkness had creeped in the corners of your eyes, pulsing towards the center and tunneling your vision, as your lungs started burning. Your eyes felt heavy and warm and you felt as though they were about to pop out of your skull.

"Fine!...I... tell...!..." you had to force the words through your teeth.

His hand gave one last squeeze to your neck in warning, the pain intensified by the lack of air to your head almost unbearable, before he let you drop back down to your feet.

You slid down the wooden beams and straight onto the ground, heaving your lost breath.

You did not want to do as he told you to, to exhaustedly and weakly sit on the ground in front of him, to even look up at him; it was too humiliating for you, but then again you must do what must be done.

Without moving your head or eyes towards him you cleared your throat and collected yourself as gracefully as you could manage.

"It should be among my belongings, who confiscated them?"

"I don't know. And I don't care. Make one."

"I need the poison itself to make an antidote."

"Again, I don't-"

"Yeah yeah, I bet you will start caring when your arms and legs stop working."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing damn well he was ordered not to meddle in things that weren't his business, but he couldn't just go reason with them that he fucked up and he needed help with it, in fact the less people knew of your existence/survival, the better things would be.

"I may be able to find out...how much time do I have?"

He would of course never let himself sound defeated in front of you, but still if you paid attention you could tell in his voice that he wasn't hoping for much from you anyway.

You grabbed a thorn bush from the ground and stood up, moving closer to him and grabbing his hand.

He narrowed his eyes at you but didnt stop you until he saw you ready to stab his forearm with a particularly sharp looking thorn. He was too late though and he watched as you pierced his skin with the thorn and blood strated dripping down his arm, ready to scold you. Except, he didnt feel a thing. No pain, no pressure, no nothing.

The harshness was completely unnecessary, you hadn't held back from the stab and looked at his expression searching for pain, listening for any kind of sound indicating it and then watched as a few drops of blood pooled into the penetrated wound and dripped down his veiny arm plopping onto the ground in silence.

You had hoped he did feel the pain and that he would wince or show any kind of emotion. But you weren't sure why, was it that you wanted to inflict any sort of damage on him to compensate the smallest amount of humilation you suffered, or was it because you were hoping he had more time left?

"Maximum early morning."

His eyes were staring into your soul. First time ever that you've seen them with no fire at all, just blank. You were starting to feel kind of bad, but it wasn't like he was faultless either, he ambushed you too!

He turned away from you and started pacing around, measuring his options. He could request from a Makedonian superior for the persian confiscations, which had an slim chance of success, but low to no risk. Or, he could try and steal it, which well if he was caught he'd be as good as dead anyway.

"You are a nuisance, you know that?"

You narrowed your eyes at him feeling a bit underwhelmed.

"You find out I have given you barely a day to live and that's the worst you can do? Insult me?"

He felt the need to sit down, he's body slowly feeling too heavy for him to hold up for a long period of time.

"And to think you did it for naught too..."

"Naught!? You dare say that sitting in my ransacked camp!?"

"I wanted to discuss peace!"

Before you could express your disbelief on how he could sit there in the middle of a military camp with its dirt soaked with your men's blood and deny his crime, you were interrupted by the sound of footsteps  whipping your head back towards the gate and immediately reaching over to cover your head with the hood again.

Bakugou seemed ready to stand as well when he saw an spartan soldier approaching the two of you but his posture relaxed when he saw the man pull off his helmet to reveal his face.

"Kirishima."

You knew him too, he was the right hand of Bakugou, practically glued to him, in fact now that you thought about it you were surprised he wasn't there since the beginning.

"Seriously, you find out you've been poisoned and the first thing you do is stomp off to buy some 'company'?"

He glanced at you not seeing your unimpressed face from under the hood. Scoffing at the idea.

"Hah!... hardly the company I would ever seek."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow taking a second to think before his eyes widened as he walked over to you and pulled the hood off your face, almost jumping back again with a gasp.

"No way! She's alive?!"

You sighed finding all this a bit too annoying.

"So you're going to be better now?"

His attention was back on Bakugo but he tried to discreetly put some distance between you and himself.

Tried, because you noticed it immediately, smirking at him as he glanced your way and looked away uncomfortably.

Bakugou might not have been affected by you, but you were a fearsom foe. Apparently even when bound.

"Do I look better to you?!"

Kirishima looked sad for a fleeting moment before he composed himself.

"I thought it would take time for the antidote to work..."

"There is no antidote."

The men turned to look at you, disbelief and anger practically oozing out of Bakugou, but before he could snap you in half you continued.

"That's why I need the poison back to make one. I had no intention of making one before, you deserved what was coming to you."

That seemed to get a reaction out of a frustrated looking Kirishima.

"What do you mean?! He was the only one who wanted to make peace with you! Even against the orders of the c_"

"Kirishima! Shut your mouth!"

Your interest was peaked now. There was some information Bakugou was willing to hide with his life at stake. Information leading to your revenge.

"Orders of who?"

Bakugou glared at you for a second before having to redirect his eyes back on Kirishima.

"But she needs to know!"

"When I order you to shut up, you will listen to me!"

"But she thinks you_"

"I do not care what she thinks!"

He barked making all three of you get engulfed by a heavy uncomfortable silence.

Kirishima sighed and looked away but he wasnt going to give up on his superiors life so easily.

"I seek permission to talk, commander."

"Only to me and not at all about that damned thing!"

He nodded and pursed his lips to rephrase his words.

"With all due respect, sir, without the proper... information, your life might still be in danger. She could be wasting the time you have left on a fools errand. Or worse make you something other than an antidote or something..."

Bakugou heaved a sigh, irritation completely visible in his face.

Your eyes had been curiously snapping between the two of them this whole time but now they rested on Bakugou, watching his helplessness, his choice between his duty and his life, his despare looked oddly beautiful to you.

"Your argument is considered. Now moving on to the actual problem."

Kirishima was defeated but he didnt seem to want to accept it.

"You will trust her with your life right after she tried to take it?"

"I will."

Foolish...

"If I survive she will have her freedom back."

...not so foolish after all.

"Based on the looks on your faces and your desperation, I can tell that I have a proposition you can't decline."

They both turned to you, irritated by your demeanor and the prospect of you attempting to waste their time even more.

When neither of them said anything you continued.

"As I thought. I can sneak in and take back what I- I mean what you need."

The absolute silence was broken by Bakugou's dry laugh as he gave you a nasty look.

"Yeah, right. You can infiltrate an entire Spartan camp all on your own. Sure."

He glanced at Kirishima taken aback by his expression and the fact he didn't join in on his ridicule of you. Completely the opposite, he was dead serious looking at you.

"What if you run away?"

"What the fuck, Kirishima?"

Kirishima was staring at you intently waiting for your reassurance probably?

"Well, it's not going to be easy running away from inside an spartan camp while two other Spartans are stalking you from outside."

"So you won't run away?"

"Kirishima, who said I will send her in there?"

"Commander, a second please. Say that you won't."

You narrowed your eyes at Kirishima while Bakugou surprised by Kirishima's audacity was glaring at the two of you.

"I won't run away."

Kirishima didn't look convinced but he turned to Bakugou and bowed his head.

"I don't know if she can be trusted to do it or not, but as to if she can do it... I can assure you she can... just like she did in my old training camp..."

Bakugou remembered this incident very well, it was the first time he met Kirishima, it was a ransacked camp with bodies scattered all over as if dead in an instant in their posts, striked by lightning. Even some in their sleep. Were you the one responsible for that?

He turned to you and you held his gaze until another wave of pain surged through his stomach.

"Fine. You'll do it."

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These guards would have been way less troublesome if the idiots had given you a blade or something, but they didn't want to risk it, and not to mention allow you to kill any 'innocent' Spartans.

You scoffed as the guard at the doorway walked off letting you slip inside unnoticed.

Yes, somehow they managed to forget to mention it was a fort you were infiltrating not a simple camp.

You froze as you almost didn't notice the guy sleeping in the back of the room right until he snored. You sighed and walked to the only important looking table in the entire hellhole of a fort.

And sure enough there was your stuff, your documents scattered around the table along with some of theirs, you picked them up and immediately burned your own. Better destroyed than in spartan hands. Next you spotted the vial and snatched it putting it in your pocket. But you weren't done. You just had to sneak a peak at the other documents. Some letters that you tried to read. And a creepy looking mask.

'The needle?... eyes of Kosmos?...lords of the aegon sea?...'

You had no idea who these people were, but by the uncomfortable feeling that started forming in the pit of your stomach you could tell there was something bigger than just Spartans about this. Was this the thing Kirishima was telling you about? Were these people the ones who slaughtered your men?

Your eyes moved towards the sleeping man in the corner as he shifted in his sleep and you just had to do it. You stalked over watching him before leaning down and grabbing his dagger strapped to his side. You sat down and with a snarl slit his throat.

After all, all is fair in war.

Now was your chance to sneak back out but you didn't have any intention to go back to your captors. You did feel guilty about what you were doing but you didn't trust your fate in his hands. You could make the cure on your own and send it to him.

Deep in your thoughts you reached a decision as you lept off the wall and rolled the fall off cursing the humble clothes you've been given as they provided no armor, dusting yourself off.

"You said you won't run away."

The hair on the back of your neck stood on edge as you composed yourself before turning to face none other than Bakugou.

"I wasn't running, was I?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, knowing you seriously thought you could grt away with this only playing with your words.

"Walking?"

"Exactly. Could you catch me if I was running?"

"You can't do it."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"You are awfully humorous for a dying man."

"I am not joking. Do it. Run."

You narrowed your eyes at him and took a step back, he took one forward. His suggestion sounded very threatening but it was legit a suggestion... what were the odds he could run after you after having the poison in him for almost a day.

You whipped around to zoom away but not even a few seconds later you got tackled to the floor.

"That's not fucking possible!"

Protesting and flailing under the weight over you, you managed to roll over only to find out it was Kirishima who was on top of you as Bakugou loomed over both of you.

"As I said, you can't."

"Should've known you're already too weak for this kind of exercise."

He looked down at you as Kirishima reached in your pockets and grabbed the vial of poison handing it over to Bakugou, who crouched next to you.

"You've proven untrustworthy time and again. So, excuse my manners but I find this necessary."

Before you could figure what he meant your hands were held down by Kirishima who was straddling your legs and Bakugou grabbed your jaw, forcing a good portion of the same poison you just retrieved down your throat. Making sure you swallowed it they both let go of you allowing you to cough freely.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

His fingers curled around your chin and raised your face holding your gaze for a few seconds, before heaving a sigh and rising to his feet.

"Well, now you have to make the right antidote, if not for me, for yourself."

He kicked your leg gently urging you to get up and you still in disbelief from the audacity stood up very slowly.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time to lose now, do we?"

He pushed you forward but you didn't pick up your pace.

"You don't, not me."

You knew you should've kept your mouth shut but before you could stop yourself you blurted out.

Before you knew it a pissed off Bakugou leaned down, grabbing your waist and hooking his hand around the back of your legs his shoulder digging in your abdomen, and the next thing you knew you were in the air draped over his shoulder, with his hand resting on your ass.

"Whoa there! Could've brought a horse!"

Kirishiam just as surprised as you stepped forward to help bring you instead but his hand got swatted away by Bakugou.

"Make sure no one see us."

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It was a very uncomfortable trip to their outpost so when you finally arrived and were let down, you couldn't help but to heave a sigh of relief, but before your stomach could settle or anything, he immediately pushed you down.

Taken aback you flopped down on your ass disgracefully as you looked up at him assuming he just did that to be a jerk, but he didn't look like he was done. The look in his eyes wasn't something you could pinpoint.

"I know you didn't tire yourself at all for the risk of the poison spreading faster. But there are other ways to make someone's heart race."

"Yeah? What are those?"

His hand shot out and grabbed your pants as you tried to move away startled.

"What are you doing?!"

"You."

You could not believe the heat that rose to your face in this situation as your heart hammered against your chest, you grabbed his hand to pry it off you but instead he just grabbed your wrists, pinning you down and ripping off your clothes.

"Get off me!"

You managed to kick him in the chest but it wasn't strong enough to stop him, only made him snarl and move your legs out of his way to settle between them, arm hooked around your left leg holding it up and making you imbalanced for any other kick you attempted.

The same hand around your leg reached all the way around and grabbed his cock, stroking its lenghth and rubbing it over your core as you squirmed around underneath him.

"You are going to pay for this!"

He looked up in your eyes as he started pressing his dick in you. You shut your eyes tight, gritting your teeth as you pulled on your wrists to loosen his grip to no avail, gasping sharply as the tip popped inside you and the angle made him slide in all the way to the hilt.

"No, you are paying now. So be a good girl and take it."

He didn't bother waiting for you to adjust before he was already thrusting in you, figuring it would just give you more time to flail around and struggle.

"You w-worthless piece of shit! Ah! Who do you think you are-ngh!"

He wrapped one hand around your neck, his other hand let go of your wrist and he slapped you across the face the shock making you fall silent as your whole body went rigid, you looked up at him, your mind racing at a break neck speed. But not fast enough to predict the second slap that landed on the same cheek.

You jerked trying to move away from the source of the pain, freeing one hand and pushing against him, but he yanked you back by the neck and slapped you a third time.

The heat and the sting on your cheek was killing you as the hand around your neck restricted your airway making you shut your eyes tightly.

"Eyes on me."

He wasn't sure what he was doing, the way your eyes became glossy was deep down very frustrating for him, making his heart clench, but on the other hand, you were a terrible brat that needed to be knocked down a notch or two.

"I said open your eyes!"

His hand struck your cheek once again as the sound of his roar rang in your ears and you immediately opened your eyes.

"Mnnnh!"

Finally giving in with a little helpless yelp you stopped struggling as a wave of pleasure forced itself over your body making you wrap your legs around his waist submissively instead of pushing him away with your hand now resting wearily on his arm, your delicate face not used to such treatment, warm tears sliding over the redness on your cheeks making them sting; and as humiliating as it was you felt you kinda deserved it, and even worse you liked it. This man was unarmed and significantly weakened by the poison having only hours left to live and still he could take you on so effortlessly, his brute force was turning you on. And you knew he could tell by the way you were gushing and quivering around his dick.

"Now that's a good girl."

His hand loosend around your neck and he stroke your cheek wiping off the tears that were streaming down it.

"I... I get your point... you can stop now..."

Your meek barely audible voice felt like a stab into his heart but still he wasn't going to give this last chance of his up, even though it might've been the last time he would get to do this.

He had to take you. Make you his, even if only once.

"If you think I can stop now, you definitely haven't gotten my point..."

He whispered back at you, his thumb dragging on your jaw before his fingers snaked through your hair grabbing a fistful and yanking it back to expose your neck. His thrusts picked up in pace and he leaned down into you to nibble on your neck. It was very satifying to him the way he found and exploited your sweetspots, the way your walls quivered and clenched around his lenghth in response, ready for a little push. His teeth sank in at the base of your neck and he relished in the sounds of your moans, his back muscles shuddering under your nails and from the warmth of your juices seeping out of you around him before dripping down.

He leaned back a little, pausing to watch your expression, your face drowned in pleasure and frustration, cheeks flushed red and panting heavily as sweat dripped down your temple, whining quietly.

"You are wasting your time!"

You moaned as his face moved up from pressing into your neck to dragging his lips over your jawline making you shiver.

"hardly."

His lips pressed against yours firmly, moulding them into yours.

He wished he could feel you better. Your skin under his fingertips, but his fingers had already lost most of their sense.

☆☆☆timeskip☆☆☆

you mustve dozed off during the night,the past couple of days having finally taken its toll on you, cause when you opened your eyes it was already morning. You looked next to you where you vaguely remembered seeing Bakugou lay as he got worse right before you gave him the antidote and drank your own. He was sitting there watching you, looking doubtfull which was very out of character for him.

"You look much better."

He knew, and from the moment he figured his life wasn't hanging in the balance he had been worrying about something else. Your small voice not helping his case at all.

"I'd say thanks to you but, you caused it all so."

You rolled your eyes and he felt himself get even more nervouse. It was either now or never. He raised his hand slowly, watching you watch him wearily as his fingers stroked your cheek before moving slowly to wrap around your jaw.

You couldn't help but panic. Feeling your heart drop realizing that no matter what you had done for him or what the deal was, he couldn't just let you go. You were the enemy after all. He was going to kill you, wasn't he...

"We had a deal! I prevented your death!"

His fingers were fixed firmly around your jaw but surprisingly there was no force at all to them.

"And you are once again a free woman."

He leaned in till his face was barely a breath away from yours, just lingering there. Eyes moving from your eyes to your lips. Waiting. He was hoping, praying that you wouldn't push him away, that he could make it right this time.

As you were frozen in your spot, staring at the ponds of crimson in his eyes, it took you a much too long time to realise what was happening. There was no force in his motion, he was merely touching your face, in his own possessive way, waiting for your answer to his preposition.

He was waiting for you to kiss him.

The panic washed away in a second and was replaced by a hoard of fluttering butterflies in your stomach as you recalled the events of last night, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. As forceful as he was in the beginning, he became way too sweet and gentle towards the end of the night.

"I always knew Spartans aren't much for speeches, but," you leaned in, your fingers snaking to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, watching as the anxiousness drained slowly from his face, replaced by something else, you couldn't pinpoint, relief maybe?

"To be this shitty at flirting?"

"Oh shut up!"

"... no slapping this time..."

"Can't promise anything."

He jerked back as you slapped him hard across the face, turning to glare at you before His lips parted into a knowing smirk, crashing his mouth onto yours with such familiar passion you couldn't help the little quiet moan that left you.

**Persian silk tree seeds, neurotoxin,ginkgotoxin

**excuse my google translate; poutána=whore

[naomithenomes]

|| What if Y/N passed out? || Fem!Reader x Bakugou Katsuki || (I also posted this on Wattpad, my user is @nomesthenoms)

Your POV:

You had just gotten off of training with one of the Pros.

You were so tired, you felt like shit, and everything was going to absolute crap. You had barely been progressing with your quirk, even though you skipped a few meals just so you could get to training on time. You felt insecure about your body, too, so you felt that this was perhaps a good opportunity to fast.

Your friends noticed that you were skipping meals, of course, and asked what was wrong. You told them you just weren't hungry, and that you would eat a lot before meals. Or, you would tell them half the truth and say that it was to get to training on time. Your forced, strained smile actually convinced everyone you were telling the truth.

Of course, everyone except Katsuki.

Practically everyone knew Katsuki had a crush on you- except you, yourself. And vice versa. He paid close attention to you, noticed every single detail, and always knew what you were feeling. Same with you.

So when he noticed the change of your pattern in behavior, your fake smiles, the way you would barely eat except the occasional treat- he knew something was wrong. And he would not rest until he knew you were okay. So, he decided to come to your dorm room before class started to confront you about it.

"Hey, Y/N. Are you still sleeping, you lazy ass?"

You awoke to what could only be Katsuki's voice, and responded with your best I'm-totally-awake-I-didn't-just-wake-up-a-second-ago voice. But, because of your drowsiness and loss of nourishment, it would be hard not to know that you just woke up.

"E-eek! Katsuki-kun, is that you? What happened? Why are you at my door?"

"To check on you, you damn idiot. Let me in after you're done changing."

You froze.

"Why would you check up on me? I'm perfectly fine-"

"Just do it. Don't ask fucking pointless questions."

Katsuki could be SUCH a lost case sometimes.

As you got dressed, you panicked internally. "Does he know? Does he know about me fasting? But... but I thought I was convincing! I mean, the others definitely bought it..."

You hesitated for a moment before turning the door handle.

Welp, no turning back now.

Katsuki immediately dragged you to your bed, plopping down on it as the ancient bed frame creaked.

"Why have you been forcing that shitty smile of yours?"

Your E/C eyes widened.

"W-what do you mean, Katsuki-kun? I-I haven't been-"

"You haven't been fucking eating, either. Did you think I wouldn't notice? Seriously? You're so damn bad at acting that it should be obvious."

Suddenly, you felt dizzy. Like, extremely dizzy.

"Y/N, answer me, you damn bitch! Why the fuck haven't you been eating? You're going to get sick if this goes on!"

When you didn't respond, he shook your shoulders and looked you in the eyes with his beautiful, scarlet-red ones.

"Y/N!! You look pale as shit! ANSWER ME, DAMN IT! WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU?!"

You wanted to answer, you truly did. But the room was spinning so fast that you fell onto his chest and leaned against it. Your eyes closed, and soon, your consciousness drifted off to a peaceful slumber.

Katsuki's POV:

As Y/N fell against me, I tensed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

She didn't answer. Her tired eyes were closed shut.

"Y/N?!!"

I started to panic as I shook her shoulders. They were cold and limp.

"Y/N!! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!"

"Bakubro, what-?"

Ah, Shitty Hair.

He gasped. "W-what happened to Y/N-chan?! Did something happen? What-?"

"SHE PASSED OUT!! SHIT, DON'T JUST STAND THERE AND DO NOTHING WEIRD HAIR, GET A FUCKING TEACHER!!"

"R-right!!"

As he ran off, all I could feel was anger. Why was Y/N such a fucking IDIOT?! She starved herself so badly that she ended up passing out!! She...

Even though he tried to convince himself that he wasn't worried, that he was just mad at her for fasting, he couldn't. He was worried. But, of course, he wouldn't show it.

10 minutes later, you were tucked into a bed in the infirmary .

"Ah, so the poor thing starved herself?"

"Fucking obviously!"

Stupid Recovery Hag.

"Just wanted to make sure, dear."

"Tch."

Obviously, I gave her the details. NOT because I was worried about Y/N- Just because the hag was too stupid to figure it out herself. OBVIOUSLY.

"Poor darling. I'm going to talk to her parents and the teachers about this, so they can keep an eye on her. You, too. Make sure she eats, dear."

"Obviously. Do you think I'm that much of an idiot that I'll continue to let her starve, you stupid hag?!"

"No, dear, I was just reminding you. Now, please don't call me such rude names."

"Tch." "Well, I'm going to leave you two alone now. I'll be right in the other room, so call me- nicely- if you need anything."

"Whatever, woman. Anyways, t-thanks for checking up on her, even if you didn't do anything."

"You're welcome, dear. I'm happy to help."

As the hag wandered off to the other room, I subconsciously started to stare at Y/N's face. I even cupped her cheek with my hand, and fuck- even though she was so malnourished, she was so damn pretty.

Fuck.

"I love you, Y/N."

BY THE WAY, I'M STARTING A SERIES ABOUT THIS ON WATTPAD! MY USER IS @nomesthenoms. PLEASE FOLLOW ME LOL

[kcwritesbnha]

How i look at all my old one shots

[shadowyhideoutdestiny]

"Be Still, Just for Me" {Bakugo x Reader} - The Night We Met (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1237985973-be-still-just-for-me-bakugo-x-reader-the-night-we?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=SakusaKiyoomi478&wp_originator=K0A2sElQTuh0aeYpM5xEHQhGCKgre6t9lJ40z7xyOOaRR%2FTuOQWJI2FKHbhvJi80wRdJN8RxDfD5OKrtladY2dyJHKZnfmqHCItvVbZ61pTbWYkOmxI7oYhGFlkJJf18 Bakugo Katsuki, a Pro Hero in Japan, is used to the routine: wake up, kick villain ass, rinse and repeat. He's living his dream, soaking in all he's ever wanted and worked for. During the brief moment he let's his guard down, everything changes. Tossed into a world without quirks with nothing but the clothes on his back, he's forced to accept the help of someone who knows exactly who he is: a manga character who should definitely not exist. Bakugo x Reader Fic!

[viciousentity]

The Phoenix Hero (Bakugo x Reader) - Introduction and Character Info (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1299576954-the-phoenix-hero-bakugo-x-reader-introduction-and?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=HanBower&wp_originator=%2BXtAHwAZvNkfehDa4Bj7WpQnoqEidMw7wKB1J9OfjXazoU3XHkL7VsmJa0LtbIO5VtOp43Lo5%2FiZ4SJbck32PMUj048Ey0pZEDVoEprTRrtCm%2FSiObgsC6Dqn4NYQ9Pe A story starring YOU as YN Kageyama and your twin brother Eren Kageyama on your journey on becoming heroes. this story starts off with the twins coming back home to Japan from America. The Kageyama twins where best friends with katsuki Bakugo and izuku Midoriya growing up, despite the tension in Katsuki and Izukus relationship but YN would always stick up for Izuku. Katsuki was close with both twins but had a soft spot for YN and when they all got their quirks at age 4 Bakugo still treated them the same as he did before they got quirks. He sees them as the only losers he can tolerate. At the age of 14 the Kageyama twins father Ignitous Number 3 pro hero was killed during a villain attack whilst he was saving civilians, due to this the twins and their mother moved to America to get over the loss. 3 years later is where our journey begins, the twins return in the hopes of getting into the school they have always dreamed of, yep you guessed it UA. From here their journey of becoming a hero begins, along the way old feelings arise, love blossoms, forever friendships are made and a family bond blooms between the twins and a certain red winged pro. I do not own My Hero Academia

[magical-frogwitch]

Okay YOUR Bakugou headcanons are somewhat valid but can I say…

If Bakugou loves you, you are his number one hero. 

He does everything for you 100% and never and I mean never stops caring. 

He’s not affectionate but your deep understanding of him will already be enough for you, because you know him. 

You will help him see that being a number #1 hero and being a #1 good person is two different things. You will guide him and teach him that when given the choice to be great or kind…always choose kind. Which he’ll eventually learn your words to be true 

He remembers every little detail. It may not seem like it but he can recall every story, memory, favorites, dislikes, etc. you two shared/told. 

[homos-in-training]

Incorrect MHA-53 (BakugouxReader)

Y/n: Okay I've left you all a set of instructions for while I'm away

Bakugou: Huh? Mine just says Bakugou clam down

Y/n: I want you to apply it to every situation

[hornyhashira]

Happy Birthday, Katsuki 💕

Shameless BakugouxReader AO3 plug: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45185347/chapters/113672782

[pasteldaze]

YES PLS!! Yandere sugar daddy bakugou! Do u also have any recommendation for a fic like that??

Yandere! Sugar Daddy! Bakugou

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, I had uni and literally 0 inspiration lmao, I hope you like it!!

Being the number two hero means that there is hardly any time to meet someone. Bakugou with his brash nature has always struggled finding connections with people and even though his attitude has changed as he grew older, he still struggles to let people get close to him. Bakugou is often in the media for not having a partner, this is where his HR team come into play. Bakugou never wanted a partner as he viewed them as a waste of time when he should be focusing on hero work, but even the number two can admit that it can get a little lonely.

With the hero gala approaching, Bakugou's HR team thought that it would be a good time for him to get a date. Well. Not an actual date, a fake one. Bakugou's HR team approached Kirishima and asked if he knew anyone who would do the job, Kirishima mentioned you, a struggling student who can pay their bills even working in a coffee shop. They had Kirishima approach you and ask if you would be willing to. At first you were a bit hesitant but after Kirishima told you about the money, you decided to go for it, after all, you've always found the blonde attractive.

Bakugou blew up at his agency when he found out that they reached out to you, one of the only people he can stand talking to in the morning, but after some convincing he agreed that it would take less pressure off of him. He gets in contact with you and sends money for a new outfit, for your hair, makeup and nails and some extra on the side, you might as well have some fun if you're doing him a favour.

He was absolutely stunned when he saw you at the hero gala and that was all it took for the seed of obsession to be planted.

Bakugou is a kind sugar daddy, anything you want, you get, you don't even have to ask.

It started with just a couple of hero galas, then with being seen together in public to spending any free time with him.

After a while you try to break it off with him stating that taking his money didn't feel right to you, however a series of unfortunate events changed this.

He got you to move in with him after a couple of months when you suddenly got evicted (he threatened your landlord).

You felt even more at a loss when you were fired from your job because of a complaint (I wonder who sent that in 👀)

So you ended up relying on Bakugou more and more and he liked this, he liked having this control over you and what you do.

He is a very possessive and obsessive man, he loves seeing you wear the things that he bought for you *cough* his initial necklace *cough*

Overall he is mostly harmless but if you accept his gifts, let him take you out and pamper you, you will have an absolutely luxurious life.

A/N: I hope you like it, I'm so sorry that it took me so long to get through it!!!

[kiesbrainjuice]

+18 content || minors dni.

✧⇝ pairings :: bully!bakugouxreader

✧⇝ warnings :: smut,,

✧⇝ a/n :: bully!bakugou shows to you why you shouldn’t mess with other boys…

you always ad the stress to go to class, that one boy of your class is messing a bit too much with you. since the beginning of the year he’s being bullying you. like he was pulling your hairs when you done it, humiliate you in front of people while making you fall on the floor with his leg, insult and treats you really non-lovingly.

he was mean and made you cry at least a lot during a week. you never thought of him like that at the first day of school… you found him hot. he was bullying you but you couldn’t help but thinking sometimes about him

but you definitely didn’t liked him at all, he made your life hell.

that day was an afternoon during the pause between two hours of class, you were chatting along with Mina, Denki and Kirishima. you were laughing a lot as Denki was hilarious. as you looked a bit toward the full class, an bakugo was glaring at you. you immediately looked somewhere else, you looked at Kiri. you then approached closer to him and start being touchy.

he was your best-friend and you had some kind of joke with him like you acted like a flirt to laugh. so you kind of flirt extra obviously with him.

a gaze you recognised was still on you and was kind of scary to think that he wouldn’t stop looking at you.

you then hugged Kiri by the neck while Mina and Denki were doing loud ‘ouuuh~’ as a joke. Kiri grabbed you by the waist until you squirm laughing.

the professor came up and the last class of the day passed. as it was finished, you took your things and leaved the classroom after saying goodbyes to your friends and all. you felt someone behind you who were no one else but bakugo. you could stop but getting nervous as he followed you.

a hand grabbed your wrist and bring you to the janitor’s closet without you could do anything about it. as the someone locked the door, it was no one else but bakugo.

“l-let me out of here !”

you tried to open the door but he ad the keys in his pocket. he looked at you with a frown before saying. “what was this kind of shitty flirting with Kirishima before this, uh ?”

your eyes widen open and you felt kind of weird. “the fuck ?? why do you care ?”

he groan and approaches you as he pinned you on the wall, his hand beside your head with a deadly gaze. “forget about this, ima show you who you belongs to”

you gasped before saying “the fuc- aah !” you got cut by a whimp of yours when he took you by the thighs to put you roughly on the table toward, him between your thighs.

“bakugo what are you-“ you got cut again by one of his fingers rubbing your cunt on the fabric of your panties. “shut up and let me do this, do you think you can have fun with one guy like that without punishment ?” he said with a needy voice

[sagev0dka]

Warning: this book mentions of R4pe and S3xual 4ssult

[todorosy]

calling the boy you hate pretty // Bakugou

a/n: don't talk to me i'm obsessed :'-)

You called him. You knew you shouldn't have and if you didn't have fireball running through your veins right now, then you wouldn't have. You were stumbling down the dark street towards the dorms and slowly losing your sense of direction.

"Why the fuck are you calling me? What's wrong with you?" You hear the voice bite at you through the phone.

"God can you go one minute without yelling?" You hiccup. "I don't know where I am. It's late. I want to be in my bed."

"Are you drunk right now?"

"Well..." You began.

"No wonder why you're being dumber than usual. Bother someone who fucking cares. BEEP"

Well shit. He was the only person you felt comfortable bothering and annoying at this hour and from the looks of it, you were going to spend your night sleeping on a park bench- if you could find the park that is.

It was cold, you could see your breath in front of you with every exhale. You were wearing an outfit that barely covered the goods and your feet were killing you. Maybe you shouldn't have insisted that you were going to stay a little longer for another drink or two. You should've gone back to the dorms with Mina and Jirou when they asked.

You lightly kicked the pavement in front of you, squeezing yours eyes shut a few times to focus your vision.

"I wish I was sober..." You thought to yourself.

You were painfully self aware and could feel the knot in your stomach threatening to unravel with every step. If you haven't had your last few shots then maybe you brain would be clear enough for you to find a way back home, but everything seemed foggy.

You phone suddenly started buzzing in your hand.

"Hello?" you replied without looking at the number.

"Shut the fuck up. Tell me where you and I'll come get you." The familiar voice says in a low tone.

You couldn't help but smile a bit. "Uuuuhhh. I'm not so sure. Big liquor sign. Next to a McDonalds. Not too far from that one pub everyone goes to."

"Stay where you are and do not move. Don't talk to anyone. Get that through your head and I'll be there shortly. BEEP"

Rude, but you'll accept the help nonetheless. You leaned up against the street light, hugging your arms for warmth. How long will it take him to find you? What would be his excuse if he was caught sneaking out?

No one would be bold enough to question anyways. Not at this time of night. It was impossible to not walk on eggshells around him with his short fuse. Of course you weren't afraid to test his boundaries, but having to deal with an feisty brat like Bakugou is all too much to handle.

God it was cold. Maybe you should start walking toward the direction you think dorms are at? If you were going in the right direction you would at least run into Bakugou. Maybe you should take off your heels for the walk. The ground was probably freezing, but your shoes were starting to dig into the sides of your feet. Everything was fucked. You're freezing, your feet hurt, you couldn't think straight, your makeup was probably a disaster, if you take another step you might throw up, and-

"What did you get yourself into?"

You turn around to see a lanky figure, swallowed up in a large hoodie. His eyes pierced into your own with annoyance.

"Hi..." You murmur. You suddenly felt the embarrassment cloud over your head. "Thank you for coming to get me."

You take a few steps in his direction and began stumbling a little bit. He reaches out and grabs your shoulders to stabilize you.

"Idiot, can't you take those off?" He glares at your tall heels.

"Then my feet are going to get cold" You whine.

He deadpans and looks at you with a blank face.

"You know what, whatever. I don't care. Put this on." He shoves another large hoodie into your hands.

At this moment, it felt like he had given you the most valuable thing in the world. You effortlessly slid the soft material over your head and it felt like you were in heaven.

"Thank you. Can we go?" You ask. "I don't think I can handle standing up right any longer than I have to.

He turns around and squats down. "Get on."

You're taken aback. "Uh, no it's fine I can-"

"I said. Get on. I don't want to deal with you anymore tonight so just do as I say and keep your mouth shut."

You purse your lips. What a shitty attitude. You climb onto his back without a word and he starts making his way back to the dorms as if you weighed nothing.

"For someone who thinks they're the shit, you're so irresponsible and self destructive, you know that? It's this fucking late and out of all the people in the world, you had to call me. What the fuck is wrong with you. And you had to audacity to drunk text me earlier?" He goes off on you.

"Why did you come then? You didn't have to come get me if you were just going to be an ass and lecture me." You spit back. "For someone with such a pretty face, you have an ugly fucking attitude!"

"For fucks sake, y/n, stop saying that!"

"Why? You have a problem with it? You're PRETTY. When you're not trying so hard to be a whole BITCH to me, you're cute and admirable and strong and yeah you might have a nice fucking face, but if you're going to be so mean then what's the fucking point!"

"If you weren't so infuriating, then I wouldn't have to be on your ass all the time, do I? Stop being annoying, and maybe your pretty face can be enjoyable to look at too."

You perked up. With your drunken state, it was hard to maintain your sour mood- especially when tough pretty boy Bakugo thinks you're pretty too. You couldn't help but let a giggle slip out, but you tried to muffle it in his hood.

"Shut up-"

"You think I'm preeetttyyy." You sing in his ear.

You could feel him adjust his grip on your thighs as he carries you on his back.

"I think you're annoying too." He mutters.

"I wish I was sober" You chuckle "Don't let me forget about this tomorrow okay? The night I got too much to drink and my hot rival came to my rescue...and called me pretty."

The rest of the walk to the dorms were quiet. Your breath warmed your face as your breath into the back of his hoodie. Bakugou had a consistent breathing pattern from the beginning of the walk to the end, having no struggle at all with your weight on his back.

At this point it was hard to read him. His face seemed as angry as always, but something in his eyes looked different. Maybe it's because the cold air has left a blush on the tip of his nose and cheeks and the late night wind had swept his hair out of place and he couldn't free a hand to fix it. Maybe it's because you were hyper aware of his tight grasp on your thighs because perhaps he couldn't trust you to have a secure hold around his neck and shoulder. Maybe it's because you felt oddly comfortable and warm being this close to him and hearing his light breathing.

Either way, he shined a little differently under the streetlights and he knew that if he could see your face right now, with your chapped blue lips and big glowy eyes, he wouldn't be able to remember you as the person he hated with everything in him.

[soft-angelic-kiss]

We’re all  a little bit crazy (5)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 5 trigger warnings- Y/N gets into a small fight, mentions of taking pills, the use of the word psycho and mentions of suicide// lemme know if i missed anything

if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!

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chapter one here    

 chapter two here  

chapter three here 

chapter four here

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He woke up again on a plush bed after sleeping comfortably, his cheek slightly bruised and a dull pain running through it, he placed his hand on it and nothing felt swollen which was a very good sign. He let out a sigh and moved up to his elbows so he could look around. 

It was different from all the other rooms he’d been in, It had more color, drawings all the walls.. Comfort stuffed animals they sometimes give you at the hospital even bigger stuffed animals.. The room was comfortable.. 

He finally looked next to him and on the floor was Y/N, who was listening to music occasionally flinching from the headphones as she colored in a little book. He didn’t wanna disrupt the girl, so he sat up and carefully grabbed his clipboard looking for her file… 

 F I L E   4

(Patient Name) Y/N Yagi  (Patient #437)

 (Date admitted) 8-3-2009

 (Patient age) 19

 (Patient disorder)  Anxiety, Severe Depression, Sensory Overloading issues, and short temper, but never escalates, ADHD, PTSD, Anorexia, self harm and suicidal thoughts

(History/cause)  When she was 4 her family home went up in flames causing the death of her father (Okorashi) and older brother (Ekai) Which gave her an extreme fear of explosions and loud noises. From the ages of 4-7 her mother became an addict and an alcoholic. She took up abusive habits that left a few horrific scars on her body. When she was 7 her mother finally passed from an overdose that caused her uncle to have to take her in, He’s a kind man and treats her kindly, He sent them here in hopes of making her better, and more ready to come home. He visits often.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

 (Other). If she gets sensory overwhelmed she tends to scream, hot, kick and cry. They find comfort in the other patients, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and the boys downstairs. She tends to stick her nails into the skin of whoever grabs her, she needs to be sedated if she has a breakdown. 

(Danger level) 9/10

Izuku raised an eyebrow, the description of the person sitting down in front of him.He felt like it didn’t match her at all. He decided to take a gentle approach to greeting Y/N to make sure she didn’t have an “episode” as the paper put it. 

He gently swung his feet over the side and crouched down hoping to get into her sightline. He crawled to sit in front of her placing his hands on the floor in front of her coloring book. 

Y/N looked up, slightly startled but then took her headphones off, the change causing her head to spasm backwards before resuming her normal position. “Hi!” They smiled, placing her hands on the coloring book in front of Izuku’s. “Hi, Y/N right?” He spoke calmly, not wanting to put off the human infront of him. “Yeah! And you are...Izuku? Midoryia?” She tilted her head curiously and smiled, pumping a fist into the air when Midoryia nodded a smile being brought to his own lips. He was absolutely hooked by Y/N. Their backstory, their personality, they were such an interesting person and he couldn’t wait to learn more. 

“Yeah. You got it right, good job.” he chuckled when her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment from his praise. Izuku chuckled again and leaned forward slightly and watched as Y/N leaned back. 

Izuku shook his hands carefully and leaned back “Is this more comfortable?” Y/N nodded and smiled softly leaning forward again to resume coloring. Izuku smiled and decided to just watch her for a few moments.

The two hung out not moving position for at least half an hour, until Y/N looked towards the door and started cowering when the door opened and the men in white stood there with a medical tray full of many medical instruments he'd never seen before. 

Y/N jumped to their feet and tried to hide behind Izuku as one of them said “Y/N, Please I don’t want to have to repeat what happened yesterday.” He went to reach for her but she smacked his hand and continued standing behind Midoryia who was eyeing the men with a suspicious look. 

The blonde one who had spoke already finally went to grab them only to have his hands smacked away, but instead of a hand, he felt a clipboard against his wrist as he cried out “what THE-” the man went to hit Izuku but the greenette had blocked his second hit as well 

“She’s scared. I’m going to have to ask you to leave because you are not helping.” Izuku’s tone held dominance and authority as the man scoffed “Oh really?-” His words were cut short as Y/N lept towards him and started hitting him. 

she had gotten a few punches in before Izuku had interfered and pulled her back and away from him holding them, they cling to him. “She’s just psycho-” he started again but was cut off by Midoryia straight up shoving him out of the door 

Midoryia had shut the door and looked at the medical supplies and then at Y/N who was back on their bed. Midoryia hummed softly looking at them with a soft but concerned gazed “Are you alright?” They nodded timidly “U-um.. yeah, i think..” 

They kept eyeing the cart and rubbing their arms. Izuku was angry beyond belief but kept his cool for Y/N. “Do you know what these are?” he asked as he walked over to the cart. Y/N nodded “Those are what the use to sedate me and give me my medications..” Izuku nodded and looked at the cart, it had 4 different pills, a tiny box of apple juice and a needle filled with a liquid. He picked up the needle and watched Y/N flinch back 

Izuku shook his head “No, no.. i’m gonna dispose of it, not use it okay?” He went and wrapped it up throwing it in the hazard trash can in the bathroom coming back out looking at the cart. 

“Okay, do you have an order you need to take them in or can you just take them one at a time?” 

Y/N looked confused as they stood up walking to Izuku and the cart “I c-can just take them.. why are you helping? aren’t you supposed to..” 

Izuku shook his head “So far all of you have said that… No, i’m not supposed to be mean, i’m supposed to help you get better so can you take..” he handed Y/N two of the four pills and handed her the apple juice “these and then the other ones?” he smiled

Y/N nodded and took the two and then waited 30 seconds before taking the other two. Izuku nodded and smiled “Thank you.. Now I believe” He stopped and checked his watch “It’s almost dinner time, If you want you can go head down to the cafeteria?” He smiled at her

Y/N thought for a moment “Will you come eat with me?” She tapped her foot on the ground and looked away as Izuku chuckled

 “It’s not my dinner break,” Y/N had frowned and got ready to ask again.

“but I’ll still come sit with you?” Izuku smiled when Y/N’s face lit up 

Y/N gave a big smile and nodded “Okay!” they had opened the door and ran out with an excited yell of “KATSU! TODO! SHIN!” as she catapulted herself into the boys arms as they hugged her back. 

“Why don’t you go to the cafeteria and We’ll be right behind you okay?” Shinsou spoke caring and calmly and all three boys had a quirk of a smile as she smiled and ran off down the halls “GOT IT!” you could hear their laughter as they went down the stairs with a much kinder doctor.

As Izuku walked out of the door locking it behind him he was quickly met with the three faces he’s seen previously looking at him with glares. He gulped before speaking in a meek voice “Y-yes?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow and scoffed before nodding at him “Not a bad idiot.” and the other two nodding in agreement before the bell above them rang for dinner.

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a/n: I’m so sorry for getting this out so late! I’ve been very busy recently and I’ve been preparing for BIG things in my personal life so chapters may be extremely short or non existent. I also didn’t plan to have so many supporters for this series so i didn’t really have a clue what to do with the story. I still don’t. I have one more chapter ready in my head but after that I’m not sure where this series will go. Anyways, as usual I hope you enjoyed and please feel free to reblog, like or say something in my inbox! I’m open to writing one shots if you guys are interested, I was thinking about writing one shots instead of continuing with actual chapters after chapter 6 

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Imagine bakugou

Imagine this: your meeting Au's of bakugou and they're fighting over you and you find a button that says "b.k.p" so you press it and it turns all of the bakugou's into small, fluffy Pomeranians.....fighting Pomeranians.....

A group of Pomeranians fighting about the same girl....a big group of fluff balls