Genre: Romance / Hurt-Comfort / Angst / Love Triangle
Rating: 18+ Mature Content
Trigger Warnings: Depression, Mentions of Character Death, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, Manipulative behavior, Sexual content, Language, use of pet name(sweetheart).
Being forced to endure life unraveling in unexpected ways, her destined path becomes the root of all her insecurities. The form in which comfort takes…may just surprise her.
Synopsis:Bakugou simply wanted to relax, but a drunk Todoroki keeps talking about how amazing you are. Idiocy ensures.
Author’s note:for@luluwiie who gave me this random idea, I had way too much fun writing this.
It had been a rough day for Bakugou. He had been running around all day, kicking villains’ asses, pestering against some random useless extra and trying to keep his cool in front of his crush and to not seem like a complete jackass (that was a long story).
So, when Todoroki had suggested to go out for a drink, a rare occurrence, Bakugou had accepted without question.
He should have known something was fishy. We were talking about Todoroki there. Todoroki inviting someone for a drink like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And it was, in a way. Simply not coming from half and half.
Did I already tell you all how I love @nerdypuppytimemachine writings, ideas, characterization, everything ? Like, look, you only say “I imagine that” and here she comes with such a touching and canon Drabble, please, help, this world doesn’t deserve you and this talent
synopsis:bakugou tries to learn the meaning of “i love you” long after it’s been told.
pairing: bakugou x reader
genre: fluff with a touch of angst and lotsa pining
warnings: brief hospital setting, mentions of injury, bakugou is bad at feelings™
glossary: Y/H/N - your hero name
word count: 4.3k
a/n: dedicated to @katsushimaa, the reason why this blog exists. in other words: HI YSSA IT’S YOUR ☀️ ANON (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ♡ update (1/6/2021): this fic is also read on peachy can’s youtube channel! this is with full permission and credit, and the only work with only this channel.
“I love you.”
Bakugou stared, speechless, as you confessed to him under the cherry blossoms, diplomas in hand. His throat locked and his tongue stalled as he wordlessly gaped at you. Around words? No, he didn’t even know what to say. The wind blew the petals off the branches, shocking him out of his stupor once they obscured his vision for one precious moment. He still couldn’t find the words to respond.
He didn’t know how.
All his life, he hadn’t cared for affection. Only victory. Anyone vying for his affections soon ran crying (humiliated, if they were lucky), the unread love letter crumpled in their fists as he moved on with his life without a care. But this, he couldn’t bear letting go.
Bakugou didn’t know how to hold on, either.
For the past three years, people came to know you as his other half. The one who kept him in line, yet helped lift him to even greater heights. The one who could withstand his withering glare with a smile. The one he kept by his side. For the past three years, your relationship remained ambiguous, this ambiguity becoming the open secret of your year. Too close to be just friends, yet not quite lovers either. A deeper connection that neither of you dug into, content with your dynamic.
Until now.
A part of him loathed that you were the one to make the leap when he didn’t even know what to say, but a little voice in the corner of his mind told him that maybe, just maybe, this would finally get his ass moving.
You smiled. Softly, slowly…
Knowingly.
He had to remind himself to breathe.
“You don’t have to answer me right away, I’ll wait for as long you need.”
And with that, you were gone. Bakugou was left staring at your back as you walked away from him and, as he would later discover, out of his life for the next two years.
playlist: i was an island john-allison weiss, little lion man mumford & sons, buzzcut season lorde,a world alone lorde
wc: 6.8k of pain
content: she/her pronouns, cursing, food mention, crying, discussion of bullying, ptsd, katsuki being a tiny bit possessive, spoilers for the fic in cw beyond this point -> morbidity, discussion of death, basically terminal illness, hospitals, ivs and injections, comas
desc:reader and bakugo are doing the whole childhood friends to lovers thing, deku is briefly a little shit, and angst happens, bakugo has awful coping mechanisms. literal years of slow burn. years.
notes:came up with this while running up a hill, wrote it in one day and cried three times during. this is literally made of sweat and tears, but no blood, fortunately. ok have fun i’m gonna go cry again-
WARNINGS: Fluff, very very minor injury (a burn from a hot pan)
A/N: Hey hey so this is a drabble that got WAYY out of hand - I did not mean to make it this long, but here we are. Also yes, I know that the GIF is a chocolate cake and not a brownie (I couldn’t find one). Anyways, Hopefully this week the requests in my little inbox should be written and put out, and also, the next chapter of I Burn For You will be out next weekend! Thank you for your patience on both fronts, and for now, enjoy this little drabble!
Word Count: 1.5K
It was already 2:08 a.m., but out on the countertop in front of you was a strawberry cream pie, a chocolate swirl cheesecake, and two full batches of snickerdoodles and gingersnaps. Your hands were on your hips, your fingers pulling a bit on the flour dusted apron that covered the front of your pajamas. Surveying the array of sweet treats you were proud of yourself - until you remembered how late at night, or rather early in the morning, it was to be making this much food. The sound of the oven dinging pulled you from your thoughts as you shoved on your oven mitts and pulled out the yummy, delectable scent of a pan of fresh brownies. With your hip, you closed the oven door and set the chocolate treat on the oven top. Sighing contentedly, you squeezed any thoughts of sleep from your eyes and shook your head.
“Y/N?” Your hand goes to your heart as you spin to find the gaze of your good friend, Shoto Todoroki, looking at you with a confused expression. “What are you doing up so late?” You try and casually laugh, but what comes out is more of a nervous giggle.
Wait, how did I miss this? How? Actually, it was for the best since I got to discover it when I needed the most, BUT HOW DID I MISS THIS GEM
You’re tired ? Read this. Feeling down? Read this. Just fine and willing to melt like chocolate ? READ THIS
Seriously,@songbirdsingingthings is a fairy. This plume, this characterization, just, everything. She could take the simplest prompt and make me die, melting reading it.
I’m just so in love with the way you write for Shouto Seriously I just hope I’ll be able to move hearts like you do, one day
Amazing job, as always ! So glad to read you again, now that I’m back
