Dont Mind Me, Just Thinking About …

no thoughts. just this post.

Bakugo: okay, since we’re living in dorms now, there’s some shit y’all need to know

Iida: it’s good of you to open up, Bakugo!

Bakugo: fuck off, I don’t mean me. I mean about Deku.

Uraraka: shouldn’t he tell us himself? It’s pretty rude to expose his secrets

Bakugo: these aren’t fucking secrets. They’re safety precautions.

Kirishima: so manly that you’re concerned about him!

Bakugo: I’m not. This warning is for *you*. If you don’t listen, it’s not my problem.

1-A, nervous: …

Bakugo: if you see him out of his room past midnight, do 👏 not 👏 approach 👏 him 👏 and call me immediately. I don’t care if I’m sleeping, wake me up and tell me where he is. Do not approach him.

Midoriya: this is a little dramatic Kacchan

Kaminari: I don’t get it. What’s the big deal?

Bakugo, grimacing: this little shit sleep-fights. It was bad enough when he didn’t use his quirk. I’m telling you for your own health. If you don’t want to spontaneously fucking die, do not interact.

Midoriya: it’s not as bad as it sounds.

Kaminari: I’m sure it’ll be fine dude

——————————One Week Later——————————

Bakugo: what did I tell you?

Kaminari: don’t approach him after midnight

Bakugo, turning to Kirishima: and what did he do?

Kirishima, sighing: approached him after midnight

Bakugo, to Midoriya: and what did YOU do?

Midoriya, tearing up: Detroit smashed him through a wall and destroyed the ground floor of the dorms

Bakugo, back to Kaminari: and where are you now

Kaminari, disturbed: in the hospital after briefly visiting god

welcome home | bakugou x reader

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: None!

Prompt: “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today”

Author’s Note: This was a request for a lovely anon! I hope you like it! I had fun writing this :)

Word Count: 1K

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sssssSSSHHHHHHLEAVEMEALONE-

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You’d gone to bed angry last night.

It was a promise you’d made to each other long ago, back when you’d gotten into your first big fight in the early months of your relationship, to never go to bed angry, to work through and compromise with whatever problems plagued your love. No one deserved to go to bed thinking their partner was angry at them.

But when Bakugo spit his venomous words, turned on his heel and slammed your bedroom door shut last night to leave you with the shattered heart he’d just created, your feet couldn’t even begin to move towards the closed door. You didn’t want to face him, want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how bad he hurt you, and if he so badly didn’t want you in bed next to him, who were you to try and convince otherwise?

So, wordlessly, you climbed into the scratchy, lumpy couch he’d seemingly banished you to, and you pulled the too-small, too-thin blanket over you, and stared at the leather of the couch for the next six hours, the clock ticking all the while.

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True ⚬ Colours

His reaction to someone badmouthing you [Genshin Impact Headcanons]

Characters: Aether, Albedo, AYATO, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, gn!reader

Warnings: some bullying statements, rumors, gossip, just being nasty and mean in general with some suggestiveness, some angry Genshin boys, taglist not updated yet, please inform me if there are any pronoun slips :( I proofread it this time I swear

Prologue

It shouldn’t have bothered you so much really. The townspeople sometimes liked to whisper about rumors and gossip, but as quickly as they came, they would almost always be gone, replaced by another hot topic that was most likely untrue.

“Which one?”

“That person, the one that always hangs around that one guy,”

“Ohhhh! Yes! Y/N, I think? I can’t remember the name. I don’t know why he keeps ‘em around, or why he chose ‘em, there’s nothing special about ‘em at all,”

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being salty bc some people get to experience this in real life

WHEN YOU'RE CRYING

PAIRINGS: Miya Atsumu x GN!Reader | Oikawa Tooru x GN!Reader | Kageyama Tobio x GN!Reader | Suna Rintarou x GN!Reader

GENRE: Comfort | Romance

WARNINGS: none (some mistakes i havent checked)

SONG: In My Head — Bedroom

A/N: im sad so i started with kageyama and then it turned into this so pls enjoy. currently have a lot of things going on so please excuse my lack of activity lately.

ATSUMU — "Hey Baby, what're the tears for?" Your boyfriend softly chuckled as he let the tips of his fingers swipe the top of your cheek, sitting beside you at the end of the bed. "Have I ever told you how pretty you look when you cry?" he whispered. You bit your lip with a stifled smile, trying not to forget about the reason you were a mess in the first place. "There they are," he smiled, pinching the skin of your face and pulling it outward—only enough to make you sniffle and breathe a laugh—before letting his lips drift to your forehead and sticking them there, basking in the enveloping warmth of your body melting into his.

TOORU — His frown tugged a little too harsh on his face, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and understanding as he held your head and back with the palms of his hands while your shoulders shamefully shaked in his grasp. He had an idea of why you were crying, he could see it in your face, but he didn't need to know the specifics. He just wanted your tears to stop flowing from your pretty eyes and a smile to return to your glowing face. His lips rested on the crown of your temple and stayed there until your head peeked up from his chest, and your shoulders slowed to a normal rise and fall.

TOBIO — He huffed in frustration at the confusion of him not understanding the situation, but he still caged you like a glass waiting to be broken, and he still spoke to you in the lightest tones you'd ever hear from him. He was mad that he didn't know how to handle the situation, he was mad that you were not okay. He wondered if he had caused it, but he physically shook his head to get rid of the intrusive thought. When you gripped the back of his jacket in desperation, he felt like you needed him in that moment. So he held you closer, embracing your entire figure even when you collapsed to the floor, your legs no longer supporting you. So he made sure he did.

RINTAROU — He became genuinely concerned about your sniffles when you walked in the door with your wrists tugging at your cheeks to wipe the teardrops that just won't stop falling down. You turned your head when you saw him click his phone off in embarrassment, but you still couldn't hide the frown that dragged your mouth down. "Y/n? C'mere, what's wrong?" He gently pulled your arm towards himself and sat himself on the stool with your body standing in between his thighs, dipping his head under yours to find your direct line of vision. He took your hands in his and squeezed them, letting you know to take your time and be comfortable. He was always gonna be there, you know.

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[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

when you first heard that sakusa kiyoomi was an asshole, you doubted it.

you knew he was a germaphobe with fans who wouldn’t know the meaning of boundaries if it hit them in the face, so you dismissed every rumor about him being an absolute asshole. you saw with your own eyes how his face softened when he called his cousin and how he discreetly feeds the stray cats outside the university doors when he thinks no one is looking, so him being an asshole simply seemed… doubtful.

until you got partnered up to do a project with him. immediately, your slight admiration was gradually replaced by pure annoyance.

he refused to meet up in person, which you had accepted easily for the sake of his comfort. then, he refused calls and zoom meetings, insisting you can finish the entire thing over texts, which wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t fucking take hours to reply.

he dismissed all your ideas disrespectfully and insisted his were better, refusing to elaborate on any despite his own demanding. moreover, he forced most of the work on you, insisting that him doing the powerpoint slides was enough.

the last straw was when the night before the final presentation when he nonchalantly sent you a text saying he had lost the flash drive with the presentation, so he was going to re-do it in the fifteen minute gap he had before the lecture started because he was too tired from practice.

seeing red was an understatement for what you felt as you clicked the unsaved contact number, eyes narrowed purely in rage as you gripped your pen so tightly your knuckles turned white.

at the last ring, he picked up, a smooth yet annoyed voice speaking. “i thought i said i don’t do calls.”

“listen here, you fucking brat.” you started, voice warningly low. “i don’t fucking care if you don’t get a wink of sleep, you will fucking finish the presentation today and send me a copy before it hits three in the morning. i kept up with your fucking attitude, your crappy ideas, your late responses and the fact that i basically did the entire fucking work alone with the exception of the presentation, so if we don’t get the full grade and i see a little drop on the 30% this stupid crap is worth, i will personally make sure you won’t live to create another presentation.”

you hung up before he could even think of a response, slamming your phone harshly on the nightstand as you turned your attention back to your laptop. you expected your phone to be buzz with notifications of him throwing a fit, because your expectations were six feet under for him at that point, but there was none.

instead, there was an e-mail sent at 02:59 with a slide show attached. you placed it on your own flash drive, finally feeling the pressure fade ad you shoved everything to one side of the bed and immediately passed out.

the next morning, you walked in a few minutes before the presentation started, thankful you had already distributed what would be said in the presentation days ago as you carefully placed your stuff down, unaware of the way sakusa froze once his gaze landed on you, eyes widening in pure panic.

once you finally glanced over and met his eyes, you offered a flat ‘hi’ and pushed the flashdrive into the computer connected to the projector. he blinked rapidly. “you’re [y/n] [l/n]?”

“obviously.” you responded lowly, face blank as you set the presentation up, turning to him after. “you remember your parts?”

he nodded, seeming very distressed about an unknown fact as he scrunched his face up in frustration, but you ignored it, adjusting the collar of your top as students started piling in.

to your delight, the universe granted your desperate wishes the presentation went smoothly. you earned the full 30% and you were finally very relieved that the nightmare was over as you thanked your professor, quickly grabbing your stuff and walking out.

“wait!”

sucking in a deep breath, you paused in your steps, turning around with your lips pressed together and your eyes narrowed as they landed on sakusa. he stopped a few feet away from you, grimacing slightly as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“i’m sorry.” he started. you raised an eyebrow, unamused, and his eyes drifted to his shoes almost anxiously. “i was a huge jerk, i know.”

“jerk is a little generous.” you muttered. he sighed quietly, his eyes moving anxiously to meet yours again.

“i know. i am very sorry you had to deal with me for the past month and thank you for handling all of this.” he paused, gulping for a second before he spoke again, his next words a mumbled mess that you could barely make out. however, the way the words ran in your head was clear.

you almost dropped your stuff in surprise. thankfully, you managed to tightened your hold on them before they tumble to the ground, blinking twice before you cleared your throat softly. “excuse me?”

even with his mask on, you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of red as he looked everywhere but your eyes.

“can i take you out for coffee as an apology?” he swallowed harshly. “please?”

“…fine.”

[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

maybe it was cruel of you to think so, but the hurt look on sakusa’s face as you ignored him was satisfactory, and his attempts of getting you to acknowledge him were almost amusing.

he tried with the classic ‘tighten the jars’, ultimately failing as he watched you easily twist them open and shut them even tighter, causing him to struggle. it moved to the cliché ‘hide your things around’, which also utterly failed when you easily found them. he tossed a few things above shelves and cabinets so it’s impossible for you to get, promising himself that he will figure out how the fuck to get it himself once you ask him, but you remained unfazed.

you could easily see his desperation increase, and you stood your ground despite how he had no idea what exactly he had done until he walked over to where you sat on the couch, laptop on your lap, and slumped on the ground. you sucked in a calming breath when he carefully moved your laptop aside and grabbed your hand, but he only carefully linked your fingers, staring up at you with soft eyes and a troubled frown.

“at least tell me what i did, my love.”

you stared into his eyes for a few seconds before you unlinked one hand and reached into your pocket, calmly pulling out two small velvet boxes. his body froze before he hesitantly accepted the one your fingers held out, letting go of your other hand as he carefully opened it, revealing the gift. immediately, his eyes widened as he looked up, and you stared back at him blankly. “is that…”

“a promise ring.” you continued calmly. he glanced down at it, then back up at you, then back down, then back up, all with wide eyes, and you only avoided his eyes. “i was supposed to give it to you yesterday, on the dinner i planned for us for our anniversary, the one you didn’t show up for.”

you didn’t have to look at him to see the way his face paled and eyes widened, body stilling. you only sighed softly, placing the second velvet box aside as you moved to the side and stood up, glancing down at him. he was unmoving, eyes still staring where you sat. “i’m not even upset that you didn’t remember our anniversary, i know you don’t really care about it, but you could have let me know you weren’t coming with even a text. i waited three hours in your favorite restaurant, kiyoomi.”

when he gave no reaction, you sighed and glanced down at your watch. “i’ll go get coffee, be back in a few.”

with that, you slipped your shoes on and left, hearing a simple ‘fuck.’ echoing as the door got shut.

seeing you didn’t exactly weren’t eager to get back quickly, you decided to run a few errands after buying your coffee to busy your thoughts, unaware of how much time had truly slipped until you noticed the sky getting darker, realizing that it may be time to get home.

the last thing you expected to find once you did was your boyfriend slumped on the kitchen floor, knees tugged up to his chest and face buried in his arm, muffled sniffles escaping him. you dropped the bags you held with an audible thud, accidentally causing sakusa to flinch, peaking from above his arm and at you, eyes widened before a light sob escaped his lips.

you didn’t even realize the mess around him until you were avoiding stepping on kitchen supplies as you rushed towards him, quickly kneeling to be on his level as you watched his eyes fill up with more tears. “kiyo, what’s wrong? are you hurt? what happened?”

he let out a loud sob when he attempted to speak, and you moved closer to him, quickly pulling him into your arms, heart breaking at way he immediately clutched into your shirt, burying his face in your chest as he pulled you impossibly closer.

it took a few seconds of whispering sweet nothings into his ear and running your hand through his soft hair until his sobs had calmed into soft sniffles, and he finally lifted himself away from you, eyes immediately tearing up again once he glanced down at your shirt. “i ruined your shirt.”

“it’s okay, i promise,” you immediately rushed out. he glanced at you, lips quivering, and you pulled him close again, his head falling on your shoulder. “i promise, kiyo, i could not care less about this shirt right now, okay? you’re my top priority. what happened? was it because i left? i didn’t—“

“it’s not.” he mumbled, burying his face into your shirt yet again. you patiently waited, and he shakily breathed out after a few seconds. “after… after you left, i was very angry at myself and wanted to make it up to you by making you your favorite meal for dinner.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “but kiyo, you can’t cook.”

“i know!” he cried out. “i thought it was easy, but it’s not, and i accidentally lit up the stove on fire and broke our cabinet and our kitchen table and i got jam on the fucking ceiling and— are you fucking giggling?!”

“‘m sorry,” you immediately apologized, but the genuineness got cut off with another snicker you couldn’t hold in, and he pulled away, offended. “i’m seriously sorry, kiyo, genuinely, please carry on.”

his shoulders drooped. “i just… i wanted to make something nice for you, you have been so patient with me even though i am not the best boyfriend there is, and i just kept fucking everything up. all that went through my head was why would you even stay with me when you have so much reasons to leave and— did you just flick my forehead?”

“yeah.” you hummed, looking around until a box of tissues came into your view, and you leaned over to snatch a couple, turning back to your confused sulking boyfriend. you gently grabbed his face, starting to carefully wipe the purple jam off his face. “you’re stupid, kiyo, i would never leave you. you may be a very dumb asshole sometimes, but you’re my asshole. so, let’s ignore this mess for now, you get up, go take a shower and get dressed so we can grab dinner and you can give me a simple sane apology, okay?”

he slowly nodded, face softening into an emotion you couldn’t figure out as you pulled yourself up, helping him up as well. he pulled you closer to him and grabbed your face before you could walk away, pushing your lips together and pulling back after a few seconds, eyes soft. “i love you.”

“i love you.” you murmured back. he gave you a soft smile, before he suddenly froze when his eyes landed on something behind you, and you arched an eyebrow. “kiyo?”

“uh, remember when i insisted we buy white furniture because we are two clean responsible adults who can handle themselves?”

“…jam?”

“jam.”

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i know sakusa is ooc i just simply do not care fr 💯