Spoilers For The Orv Novel: The Way YOOHANKIM And How They Correlate In Terms Of Kids Always Makes Me

ch1 spoilers

REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:

1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist

2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you

3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS

4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE

5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy

6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go

7) dr. pepper

8) you have so many hugs left to give and get

9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow

10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.

please, REBLOG + ADD MORE REASONS!

Gallagher x Reader; The Devil in Disguise

Pairings; Reader x Gallagher

Warnings; HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE 2.1 QUEST, also this isn’t canon, in other words the way they implied stuff at the end may be there to throw us off, this is a “what if”, if what was implied is true. Death mention, secrets, suspicions, already established relationship between the two

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You glanced up to see a slightly tired Gallagher enter the room, noticing he looked slightly disheveled, on top of that he was a bit late.

“Gallagher? Are you okay, why are you so messy, didn’t you say you were having a meeting in regards to your job?” You headed over to him to help remove his vest and accessories, suddenly he grabbed your hand a bit frantically but nonetheless gave you a smile,

“I’m fine hon, just a bit of trouble on the way here, some hooligans on the streets were a bit to drunk,” he chuckled, and once again smiled, except it didn’t reach his eyes.

You knew something was up for a few days now, despite the fact that he kept his calm demeanour and relaxed behaviour, you knew something was up, and well it made sense. He explained to you that “Death” was among the dreamers and that a stowaway and the famous singer Robin, had been killed, thus he asked if you could simply stay inside. You knew he was working off the clock to figure out who could be behind it, but even so there was something…off…

You have known him for years now. How he approached you on the streets complementing you and serving you a drink, he wasn’t a bartender then, but he was exceptionally good. You eventually figured out his ties to the bloodhound family, which you didn’t mind but you found it odd how many of his coworkers never recognised him, to which he told you he simply did most of the work in the shadows.

Even with your suspicions you chalked it up to him being exhausted and him trying to prevent “Death” from taking any more people, so you simply kissed his cheek and told him you would prepare dinner, as well as the fact that he should go shower, to which he said he would as he headed for the bathroom.

Once he was in he closed the door and sighed. “Almost got caught,” he thought as he looked down at the inside of his vest and gloves, covered in the goo. He used them to cover up the remains of Sunday but he was also careful you wouldn’t find any of it on him and question him. He sighed again upon thinking of the events that had occurred before.

So what if he killed two prominent members of the family? The family, the supposed family that was open to peace and harmony, the family that had took away so much from many, the family that outed Mikhail as a traitor…Mikhail.

He would be lying to say he was doing all of this solely for Mikhail, but that didn’t mean that wasn’t one of his motives. Guilt eventually came at him for betraying his old companion, and then anger seeped in when figuring out that the family wasn’t all so innocent either. Naturally before he could strike he needed a good alias, and that’s where you came in.

He knew once a killer was a front, people would be less likely to suspect someone who not only was high in terms of security but also someone who had a lover, after all why risk their lover’s security when he planned to kill right? He knew you were the right one when meeting you, he complimented your looks to start small talk, not that he didn’t think you weren’t pretty, you were gorgeous. Then he kept meeting up with you and eventually you agreed to be his lover. At first everything was going according to plan, at least that’s what he thought.

He was using you from the beginning and yet, he grew fond of you, he truly cared about you and knew what he was doing could put you at risk, yet he was to far in deep to turn around and prioritised his plan above all. He wanted to break things off to protect you but at the same time, he couldn’t do it, and he didn’t know why.

He knew he wasn’t a good person, and knew you would be better off if you both were not together, but still. He didn’t know if it was love or simply respect, or anything in between but he truly did want to stay with you.

But it’s fine, all he has to do is to carry out the remaining tasks and finish his plan while also protecting you, and continue being a “minion”, of the enigmata without you knowing. All he has to do was continue to keep up his facade without any suspicion, all he ha-

“Gallagher, honey?” Your voice interrupted his inner monologue, wow he was actually getting into this anti hero role wasn’t he? “Are you okay? Do you need me to come in? You’ve been in there for a while and I didn’t hear any shower, just some mumbling…”

“Don’t worry! I was just zoning out, I’ll be out in a moment love, just give me some time,” he replied almost immediately. After hearing your footsteps leave he cleaned what he could of his clothing and took a nice shower before changing and coming outside to you setting the food on the table. “It’s fine, it will be over soon,” he thought as he headed to the table. Even if it ends with deception, he just needs to be secretive just a tad bit longer and everything will be okay…

“A complete Gallagher,” he recalled Sundays words, yes, he would just have to continue on and be nothing but a Gallagher to his “beloved,” if not for your sake, then for his own.

Once again nothing is canon, just my personal interpretation of him and his lover at the end of the quests, I hope you enjoyed this fic!

Yall I need more of THIS

Not My Princess

Summary: Bakugo’s loves his little daddy’s girl and doesn’t like that she’s growing up.

Wordcount: 5153

“It’s been so long since we had lunch together. Work has been hell without you there.” Your friend from work had come to visit you for lunch today. Since you had taken leave to become a temporary stay at home mom, you didn’t get to see much of her anymore. The two of you made idle small talk as you sipped on your drinks in the kitchen. You hummed in agreement as you glanced at your daughter, Hanabi, sitting on the floor in the living room, quietly coloring as the heroes’ news showed on the TV.

“She’s gotten so big. She’s definitely her father’s daughter; looks just like him. Except she has your eyes.” You chuckled at your friend’s statement; she has no idea how true that really was. 

From the very moment your daughter was placed into Katsuki’s arms, she had become his princess and he was her favorite. You don’t mind; it is quite fun watching the intimidating explosive hero turn into to goo for his princess. She had him wrapped around her fingers so tight; he wouldn’t hesitate to give her anything if she asked. It’s a good thing that the only thing she really wants is her Daddy.

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Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who woke up in the hospital after a tough battle, only to realize he had lost his hearing. Fueled by overwhelming anger, he went on a rampage, demolishing his hospital room. The doctors had to step in, applying calming drugs to try and bring down his intense emotions.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who, upon being discharged, adamantly declined any assistance offered to him by you at home.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who fell silent and staunchly refused to communicate with you or others in any way.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who struggled immensely to come to terms with the significant change in his life, frequently shedding tears during the silent depths of the night while you slept.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who quickly learned sign language with remarkable speed

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who found warmth in his heart upon discovering you had learned sign language to communicate with him. He deeply appreciated this gesture.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who realized that despite losing his ability to hear you and the world around him, he continued to fall more and more in love with you and all the little things.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who regrets the most that he won't hear your child calling him "daddy" ever again.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who melted on the spot when your child ran to him one day, climbed onto his lap, and signed, "I love you, dad." Before he could control himself, a few tears rolled down his cheek — the first tears in his life he wasn't ashamed of.

Bakugou X reader; The world after the war

Pairings Bakugou X Reader. Warnings; HUGE manga spoilers, Angst to comfort, describing death and war and all of that stuff

Summary: Sitting by his bedside as he recovers from the final war, worrying if he would never wake up, your emotions spill and unknowingly you tell him how you truly feel

A distinguished beeping noise is heard within the room as your head becomes less fuzzy and you come too. A hospital room…wait a hospital room? You then look to your left at the blonde man who looked dead but wasn’t dead and was asleep. You reached out and squeezed his hand that was limp by his side and recalled the events. “Ah that’s right,” you were no patient, well you were but not the one who was in the most critical condition nor was this your room. Heck you played a big role in the war as he, but this person, Bakugou Katsuki was one of the huge players who died and returned, whose heart was replaced in its entirety. Bakugou Katsuki, the one who prioritized being a hero above almost anything, with the exception of the safety of those he cares about, yet while he prioritized his dream, he was also the one you loved.

You remembered how you weren’t fond of him at first, how he seemed cruel and sadistic and how he simply was selfish, and then you recall how he seemed to mature and change, especially after his kidnapping by the league of villains. Around that time you decided to try to make small talk with him when you get the chance. The first few times he blew up on you yet you kept persisting, after that he asked why you wanted to annoy him so much, which you cheekily replied that you enjoyed seeing him angry, then he shrugged it off, and finally you were able to be on the same grounds as Kirishima in his eyes; a respectable person, an equal, because while you were annoying you kept your ground and knew what to say to blow him up while knowing what to say to comfort him (though his pride got the best of him and he never admitted how you made him feel SLIGHTLY better). And eventually your relationship grew, you studied with him, ever so rarely he would make food for you (only with the courtesy of it being spicy than one could handle so he would get a good laugh while you would cry and pout while yelling at him), or how he would always acknowledge your presence whenever you are within range, and even you even learned he liked to read romance novels aswell, by accident ofcourse, he never would let his pride be damaged like that. So obviously the both of you bonded over it, regardless of how stupid the misunderstandings were or how amazing the love was portrayed. You both grew so close, until you both drifted apart during the training with Class 1B when he seemed more infatuated with whatever was happening with Midoriya’s quirk and didn’t leave much time nor talk for anyone, not even you, at the time you didn’t understand but now knowing about OFA, you knew. Even so as sad as you were back then you weren’t upset, you knew you still had 2 years after this year and the two of you would still greet each other. It seemed like whatever was happening with Midoriyas quirk was serious as other student also were called to help, so you didn’t mind, hoping that you would get the chance to talk with him soon.

You remember how you always admired him from a far, how he was always confident regardless of his injuries, how he eventually learned how to work with his teammates and win quickly and efficiently like during the training with Class 1B. How he always seemed to push through and rarely showed fear, and how he became more empathetic regardless of his anger, how in the end he truly cares about others. And how regardless of what his state was, he always seemed to look beautiful.

Now that you recall, his beauty was the last thing you appreciated about him. It’s not that you didn’t think he was beautiful, you thought he was SO ethereal and stunning, but you adored the way he matured, the way he always puts up a fight, and how he cares first. If it was beauty that had caught your eye to begin with then you wouldn’t have disliked him as much as you did at the beginning of the year. But speaking of beauty you noted how he had a huge scar in his chest, how half of his face wasn’t as scared or blinded as the other side, and how he seemed so frail despite his strong physique. How he looked like he could die, and all before he could even graduate, all before he could become a pro, all before he could challenge Deku for the number one spot, all before he can see his parents again, all before he sees his childhood friend and call him by his first name again…

All before you could tell him the words you desperately wanted to say, the words that were in your chest for months on end…

The words “I love you”.

By then you were heaving in sobs and just realized that everything had spilled out, that your supposed thoughts tumbled and you said everything you wanted to say, everything you had thought when you woke by his bedside, tumbled out. Soon you felt the hand you were holding squeeze ever so slightly and snapped your head to stare at the crimson eyes of Bakugou. He didn’t say anything, simply because he was so weak, he looked like he could pass out any moment so you called for a nurse, but still, even without any words, the way he looked at you was enough to say exactly what he wanted to say;

“I love you too.”

Hello everybody! This is my very first fic so I truly apologize if it seems off or if there are any errors or mistakes. Also for those who are wondering why there is no word count it is because I’m still trying to set everything up, but I promise that I will have word counts up soon! There will be many fics coming up hopefully, and I plan to potentially make a part 2 to this soon, so stay tuned and enjoy!

I can’t believe MHA just leaked its final chapter AGHH IM NOT READY TO SAY BYE 😭 I’ve been crying all day because of it

she threw him over her shoulder absolutely

A/N ::: Uh, don't read if you don't like sappy ass lovey dovey stories

C/W ::: "Let's play a game", it's Kats' idea. Put a finger down for every time you ...

WC ::: Just over 1,350

"Oi! Get yer ass out here, dumbass! Gonna play a game. C'mon." Katsuki called to you from the living room. You were taken aback by his words. The man never wants to play into any of your shenanigans or stupid little games. But you weren't going to miss out on this, oh no.

You came from the bedroom after just getting out of the shower. The hair on your head was still wet and tied up in a horribly messy bun. You hadn't put any makeup on and your clothes were ... well, just not cute. A baggy and very worn Dynamight shirt hung from you and you may as well not have bothered with shorts because they were not visible from how long the t-shirt was on you. It was your favorite piece of comfort clothing though and you were ready to fight anyone who told you it was gross.

"Ok, what're we gonna do? I'm really surp-" you started to say.

"Okay, y'know that put a finger down thing? Where someone says stuff and you have to put a finger down for everything you've done or want or whatever? We're gonna do that. But we gotta close our eyes so we can't see how many fingers we're puttin' down. K? Y'understand?" He smirked.

"Yeah, I get it, I get it. N-now? We're doing this now? Can I dry my hair f-"

"NO! Goddamn it, you can't dry your hair first. 'Sides, we're off today. The hell does it matter what yer fuckin' hair looks like, anyway? Now sit on the couch. Go go go." He herded you to the couch and pushed you back onto the cushion when you had nowhere else to go.

You plopped down with an "Oh! Ok, geez, Kats. Don't gotta be so rough." You giggled.

"You love it 'n you know it. Anyway, so 'm gonna ask you a bunch of questions and yer gonna put a finger down for everything you've done, yeah? My eyes'll be closed, too. So we won't know what the other person has done until we open our eyes and see. Got it?"

"Yes! I got it!" You closed your eyes and put your hands up in the air in front of you, palms facing your direction.

"Ok, put a finger down if ya been in a shitty relationship." You put a thumb down and pursed your lips thinking back to the complete asshat you were with before you got the courage to break up with him and open yourself up to better things. Like Katsuki.

"Put a finger down if ya ever been so tired someone had to carry you to bed." Folding your other thumb down, you smiled at the memory of waking up in Katsuki's arms as he whispered to you that he's got you, he's just taking you to the bedroom. He tucked you in, kissed your cheek and told you he'd be in 'soon as he showered the day off of him'.

"Have you ever been carried to bed?" You laughed.

"Yes, dummy. When I was a kid. Duh, now shut up and listen. I got more things t'ask you. Put a finger down if you've ever been so mad at someone you wanted to punch them in the dick."

You laughed out loud and asked if you could put more than one finger down but he told you to shut up and just do 1 if that were the case. "I'm about to punch you in the dick if you keep talking to me like that, you know. Jesus." The smile clung to your lips after you managed to stop chuckling and he went on.

"Put a finger down if you have ever been so in love you thought you were going to die without the person next to you every night and every morning."

The smile faded a little and you put another finger down. "This is gettin' kinda deep, Kats."

"Jus' shut up 'n listen, k? God. Gotta comment on everything, don'cha. Damn chatterbox. Now, put a finger down if you've ever loved how someone you're with smelled so much that you almost got high from it."

Your smile was gone now, you weren't frowning, but you just got a little choked up thinking about how much you love him. All of these questions are hitting so close to your heart and you want to open your eyes so badly to see how many fingers he has left, but you force yourself to wait a little longer. There are only a few more questions left, you told yourself.

"Ok, so, put a finger down if you're the happiest you can remember being," he said.

Oh how you wanted to just peek. Just a little peek to see --- "'F you open your goddamn eyes, I'll never play anything with you again, y'hear?"

"Yes! I hear you. I won't peek. But how many more are there?" You whined.

"There's 10. 10 for 10 fingers? Tch. I swear, you're lucky you're so pretty, princess." He laughed a little through his nose and continued. "Put a finger down if you don't ever want to be without me, ever 'gain. Like, y'know." He started to mumble a little. "D'you wanna be my girl ‘til the end, I mean."

"Can I put the rest of my fingers down because of how strongly I feel that in my bones?" You reached out and tried to touch him but he swatted you away.

"No! I still have more questions, god. Breakin' rules 'n shit. Look at you! Y'know, we don't hafta finish this 'f you can't play right. Damn brat." You could hear the smile in his voice. You always knew when he was smiling when he spoke to you. After 3 years together, you knew so many wonderful things about this man. It was borderline insane how much you love him. But you wouldn't change a single thing about it.

He continued, "Put a finger down if you have the rest of your life planned out. 'N don't ask questions. Jus' put yer damn finger down or not. Simple 's that. Ok?"

"The rest of my li---?" He interrupted you before you could finish the thought.

"Last few questions, babe. Can you behave?"

"Put a finger down if you like jewelry. Y'know, necklaces 'n shit like that."

"Ohhh I do! I do like jewelry!" You squealed.

"Then PUT ... A ... GODDAMN ... FINGER ... DOWN, BABE!!"

"You know, you're kinda not that fun to play this game with!" You doubled over laughing. And you continued to laugh until you felt his warm, rough hand on your thigh.

"P-put a ... uh, put a f- ah fuck!" His voice was low and cracking. Almost straining as he spoke. "Put a finger down ... 'f y'll marry me?"

You stopped breathing and opened your eyes to look at the man of your dreams. He was on his knee with a little black box sitting open in the palm of his left hand.

There wasn't any single thought in your head. But rather the last 3 years of your lives together. The happy times. The sad times. All of the times that you two have shared. They played out in slow-motion as everything outside of you and Katsuki ceased to exist in that moment.

"W-wha-what? Are ... are you ..." You couldn't speak.

"Will you marry me? Y'gotta put a finger out for this part though." He smiled softly and you could see a tear roll down his cheek. You got down onto the floor with him and kissed the wet line on his face and then his lips.

"You played a game to ask me to marry you? Katsuki Bakugou, I have never loved you more. And you bet your blasty ass that I'll marry you and be faithful to you until the day one of us kills the other."

He furrowed his brows, "Y'know I'll take you out first, right? Now c'mere. Gimme your finger."

Sliding the ring onto your finger, he looked you in the eye, and both of you realized you'd never felt more at home, more at ease, than you do right now.

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