HELLO MY LOVELY AMELIA

Shark Week

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bakugou x fem!reader

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his poor thing is in her period and he just wants to be good and help :(

You were having quite possibly the worse day of your life, and some may have called you dramatic but guaranteed if they had gone through what you did, that would not be the consensus.

The day started fine with you getting up and ready for work, wanting to dress up a little more today because it was just one of those days you wanted to look cute. Picking out the dress you wanted and taking a shower you were off leaving bakugou sleeping soundly in the bed behind you. And it continued to go smoothly until 11 o’clock, where some lowlife fucker was standing outside of your usual lunch place trying to pick you up and once you said no, screaming profanities at you. Oh but it didn’t stop there, no, an hour later the worst cramps you have ever experienced shot through your body all at once.

Then came the back pain and the dreadfully long awaited blood. Except in your attempt to ignore what you thought was just a stomach ache you continued to work therefor leaking though your nice, pretty, expensive dress. By then it was only 2 just a couple more hours to go, right?

It was becoming harder and harder to ignore the pain spreading throughout your body due to your menstruation especially now that the underwire of your bra was quite literally puncturing your skin.

You would’ve called Bakugou to come pick you up but it made you feel so bad that his job is so hard and he works so much and for you to disturb a rare day off, gosh. So instead you decided to call it quits and take the rest of the day off sick, walking out of your office building with and ugly, puffy zip up around your waist to cover the stain. Desperately trying to fight back the tears of a hard day on the car ride home.

Finally, finally you opened the front door and tears immediately started threatening to fall as you ripped off your short heels, chucking them to the floor. Bakugou must of heard all the commotion (how could you not) and jogged into the entryway of your apartment. He took a couple seconds to assess what he was looking at and when he saw your watery eyes he quickly came running to your aid.

He sees you frantically trying to reach back to the zipper of your dress before he reaches for your arms to get your attention. “Hey hey hey, what’s goin on? What’s the matter, baby?” He says in a soft tone, rubbing soothing circles into your arms with his thumbs.

“If i don’t get this stupid bra off in the next two minutes i’m going to cry.” You say with a wobbly voice. He reaches back to unzip the back of your dress and unhook the clasp, freeing the bras tightening hold. You sigh in relief but the tears are still forming in your eyes.

“You sure that’s the only thing makin you wanna cry sweets? And why’re ya wearing this around your waist you hate this jacket?” He inquires.

“I’m hurting, and angry, and so embarrassed and I just want to feel okay but I don’t, so I had to take a half day and walk out of that office basically with a huge sign on my back saying ‘oh, that time of the month again’. I leaked through my new dress the one that you bought me for my birthday, the one that i was waiting months to get, n’ now it’s ruined. I got catcalled this morning by some disgusting guy outside the bakery. And now I’m ruining your off day by acting like a little baby who can’t handle their own body.” You cry out, tears actually falling now.

“Aw baby, why didncha tell me you had such a bad day, i woulda came and picked you up or at the very least brought you some new clothes. You aren’t ruining my day either, I love spending time with my pretty girl, even if it’s to cheer her up, kay?” Bakugou says as he wipes the tears from your puffy eyes.

“Kay…” It comes out quieter than you would have liked but he hears it.

“C’mon let’s go get you changed, and don’t you worry about that dress you’ll get to wear it again, promise. Now what was that about you getting catcalled?” He asks as he picked you up, legs locking around his back so he can carry you to the bedroom like a little kid.

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this is so adorable 🥺 i want to be loved like this

Kaminari watched with a quirked brow as you walked straight into the common room and plopped right down next to Bakugou, who opened his arm to allow you to curl into his side.

Sure, it amazed him that Bakugou even had the means to score a partner, let alone one would could just come in and plop next to him, interrupting whatever game he was playing on his switch, but…

Kaminari was moreso interested in whatever you two were doing than thinking about the other complexities of your relationship.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asks, his nose burying in your hair.

“Hngg.”

Bleach blonde eyebrows furrow in frustration, “you do realize it’s almost 10 pm, right? I’m not doing that.”

“Mmmnn!” You push your head against his shoulder, and he snarls at you.

“Don’t you ‘mmmnn’ me! It’s fuckin’ dark out.”

“Do you have any lick of a clue what the hell is going on?” Kaminari whispers, a hand covering his mouth in an attempt to keep his question between himself and Kirishima. Kirishima tips his head as he watches you and Bakugou… talk? to each other on the loveseat just feet away.

“Honestly man,” the redhead sighs, tipping his head in thought. “No idea.”

“You want Aizawa to kill me?” Bakugou mumbles, gently rubbing your arm with his thumb. “Dumbass. Because he will.”

“Hmph..”

“Yeah, I should’ve expected you to say that.”

“Say what?” Kaminari whispers, the pitch turning into a whine, gentle fingers tugging at Kirishima’s tee-shirt. Kirishima shrugs and continues to watch the… conversation.

“Come on,” Bakugou pleads, “can’t I just give you some of my chips? I’ll take ya to get some snacks tomorrow, I promise-“

“Mmmmnnnn…”

Bakugou groans and tips his head back, blinking up at the ceiling as if trying to work up some strength. “Hey, idiots,” he grumbles, making the two of his friends tense up in fear; Kaminari visibly trembles, he hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, he just really wanted to know if you were okay-

“What time does that stupid convenience store close for the night?” The blonde asks, and Kirishima watches as your lips, peeking from Bakugou’s neck, curl up into a smile.

Kirishima shrugs, “I… think they’re 24 hours. Or at least open until real late. I think they stop making food at 1 am though.”

Bakugou groans. Kaminari sees you stifle your giggles, your fingers curling on his shirt. You grunt again, and Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Fucking- fine.” He turns back to his friends with a snarled lip. “You dickheads want anything?”

“Uh…” Kaminari begins. “I’ll… take a strawberry juice, if you’re offering.”

“I’m not, but my insignificant other is.”

Kirishima chuckles, “I’ll take an egg roll. Thanks man.”

Bakugou gives a subtle nod and turns his head back down to you, “you’re coming with me-“

“Mmmnnnn…”

“Oh hell no!” He barks. “If I go down, you’re coming with me, you shitfuck!”

Once again, you laugh into his neck, and even if kaminari and kirishima don’t understand the dynamic, it feels good to see Bakugou smirk in your hair and nuzzle into you.

“Mmmuvyounnn.”

“Yeah yeah… love you, too, or something.”

i LOVE! clingy soft bakugou i don’t even care. IT IS SO ADORABLE TO SEE SUCH A BRASH CHARACTER SO CARING AND SOFT FOR SOMEONE

PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO

The Light In Your Eyes

My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light Twinkling in the dark -Rabindranath Tagore

synopsis. At a party held in Katsuki's honor for winning sports festival (again), — he finds that he doesn't quite mind being caught helping the extra with the annoyingly pretty eyes catch fireflies instead of celebrating, especially when he could see the embers in them reflecting so close to his own.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 1.4k words

genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly

notes. uhhh a lil fic for what is hopefully my summer comeback. Maybe I'll finally finish those requests for this ol' boys birthday event from like a month ago and work on the pile of drafts that are slowly rotting away in the backrooms of Tumblr - _ -

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His eyes flickered down to your soft, glossy lips and snapped away just as quickly, praying that you didn’t notice.

Dimming rays of sunlight weaved through your hair and soaked your skin, making you look ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Fuck, you were so fuckin' pretty.

After winning the Sports Festival for the third year in a row, Katsuki’s classmates had insisted that they celebrate by throwing a party at his house in his honor. Despite his protests, the hag and his old man were happy to comply.

He really hadn’t expected that many people to show up, but now it seemed as if the entire school was crammed into his house.

There were adults and students he had never met before in his life, shaking his hand and patting his back in congratulations like old friends. Even icyhot's old man had turned up, — nodding his head and muttering a gruff congratulations. Maybe he was finally pulling that enormous garbage fire from his ass and trying to be a better person.

His classmates from 3-A had invited all their friends from other classes, and their parents had pitched in the effort too. His kitchen counter was overflowing with all sorts of snacks and desserts, and he couldn't go anywhere near the trashcan without someone materializing in front of him to drop something new on his plate.

Most of the adults were crowding the living room inside, jabbering on about the latest controversial tweet by a pro-hero, or exchanging pictures of a newborn baby from a cousin they don’t interact with outside of Facebook.

He scoffed; they might as well start a knitting circle with the amount of gossip they were dishing out.

Many of the students were out in his backyard playing music from speakers the size of his head, all littering the lawn and trampling over the perfectly green and even turf he had spent so much time meticulously growing.

Katsuki on the other hand was surrounded by his all too loud friends who were chatting away about something he couldn’t bother listening to.

The drink in his hands was nearing room temperature the longer he went on to disregard it, he was just much too busy glowering at you.

Your dumb face. On the other side of the room.

You were laughing at something some extra you knew from another class had said. Your head was thrown back, and your shoulders trembled with laughter.

Katsuki’s glare only deepened as he took in the way your hair fell in waves around your face, the long earrings on either side of your face dangling wildly as you shook.

You’ve been here since the party started and hadn’t spared him anything more than an, “Yea, I already knew you y’were gonna beat their asses”, — (which had made his chest flush with pride), — when you first arrived, before running off somewhere with your friends.

Not that he cared. Really, you're just an extra.

No matter if you made his palms get especially sweaty. Or if your skin seemed to glow in the right kind of light. Or if he wants to run his hands through your hair when it flows in the wind when you walk to the train together. Or if he can’t help but stare whenever you're in the same room as him.

Yea, — just an extra.

He pried his eyes off your form and loured into his drink. He grunted when shitty hair nudged him in the shoulder and raised an irritated eyebrow when he gestured wildly with his eyes.

Suddenly you were right in front of him, smiling and saying something he couldn’t hear over the music.

Shit

He scrunched his eyebrows, and you rolled your eyes at him. His eyes widened as you grabbed the sleeve of the button-up he was wearing and pulled him down so you could talk closer to his ear. His vision in line with your collarbone, Katsuki’s ears burned and his breath hitched in his throat.

God, What the hell did you want with him?

“Come help me catch fireflies outside!” You yelled over the noise.

He drew back and fixed you with an exasperated look, trying to stealthily steady the heavy beating of his heart.

“Fireflies?” He questioned. “Why would I help you catch fireflies?”

You rolled your eyes like it was obvious.

"Because there's a bunch of em' out there, and I don't wanna go by myself."

He looked down his nose at you and raised an eyebrow, trying to look unimpressed.

"Why don't you go chase some bugs with those friends of yours instead of botherin' me hah?"

After all, you had ditched him for them in the first place.

You pouted and Katsuki resisted the urge to squish your cheeks together in his hands.

"The others are busy with the snacks, or sucking face with each other so they don't wanna come with me."

You looked up at him with such eager and hopeful eyes that he had no choice but to give in. He knew you were probably doing it on purpose too, you knew what you did to him — but he couldn't find it in him to care.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine, whatever, let's go nerd."

Katsuki prompted to ignore the delighted look the hag shot him from where she had obviously been listening from the couch, and the teasing glances from his friends.

He pushed past you and your annoyingly bright eyes, and headed for the yard.

He spent what seemed like almost the rest of the party outside, — at least until the sun began setting over the horizon. Casting a warm, comforting orange hue over the them

Occasionally he would point one out to you and you would dash after it to catch it mid flight. Soon you had almost all the kids outside helping you as well.

A handful of highschoolers darted around his yard giggling maniacally, and catching lightning bugs.

His scowl softened over time as he watched you prance around and twirl in your pretty long dress as you chased little flickers of light around like a kid.

You had more than a fist full of the little sparklers when someone called out your name from inside the house.

"Hey! Come help me pack the snacks!"

Katsuki saw you scowl at the interruption and yell back a reply. You spun around until your gaze landed on him and you started making your way towards him.

"What do you want now." He asked when you were right in front of him.

You didn't answer him, — but with the hand not holding the fireflies, you picked up one of his big, scarred hands and cradled it in your much smaller ones.

He watched in surprise, as soft fingers gently pried his hand open, and one by one began placing the small flashing beetles in his palm.

His eyes roamed unabashedly over your face while you worked, — taking in the way your eyebrows scrunched over eyes narrowed in concentration, and the way your lips mouthed numbers as you counted them.

Someone hollered your name from inside again and you threw her head back in annoyance. “I’m coming, give me a minute!”

Looking back, you cupped your hand over his to make sure the fireflies didn't escape and turned your big doe eyes up at him.

His heart stuttered annoyingly at the proximity, and he had to hold himself back from accidentally setting off explosions from his hands.

Surely you were doing this on purpose, Katsuki thought, as he tried not to focus on the way your skin felt on his hands, or the shadow of your lashes, thick with liner when you blinked.

From this close he could count your individual eyelashes and make out the small lights dancing around your irises from the reflections of other lightning bugs glowing around them.

His eyes flickered down to your soft, glossy lips and snapped away just as quickly, praying that you didn’t notice.

Dimming rays of sunlight weaved through your hair and soaked your skin, making you look ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Fuck, you were so fuckin' pretty.

“Don’t let them go, ok?” You whispered quickly.

Katsuki’s lips twitched.

You let go of his hand, and he curled his fingers over them to keep the bugs in place. He could feel the little things scurrying around in his palm.

“Be careful with them, and I’ll be right back, alright.” You told him.

He straightened and nodded resolutely.

You beamed blindingly at him, and for a moment, — All Might could have sucker punched him in the face and he wouldn't have noticed.

Turning on your heel, you took off in the direction of the house, your dress swaying around your ankles as you moved.

Deflating, he let out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he watched your form disappear inside.

Doing a double take, he saw his own mother staring back at him from out the window with a shit-eating grin that much resembled his own. He groaned out loud in annoyance.

She knew.

nahh

my heart hurts

i have finnaalllyyy finished my hw i’ll write it tomorrow

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reblogging even though i have been so fortunate to never have been exposed to being mistreated so horribly and everyday i am thankful for that but just because i haven’t doesn’t mean that 1 in 6 women aren’t. The fact that men think they are so entitled to our bodies is absolutely disgusting. If you are a man reading now, remember this. you are owed NOTHING, you are not entitled to ANYTHING. you can’t make us feel bad for not putting out for you. And if we don’t give you what you want you call us sluts and whores??? in what world does that make any sense? And to ANYONE that has ever laid a finger on someone without their consent, hells got a special place for you.

trigger warning: rape

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just kept saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

amelia my love! I have a request, so I’m going to travel to visit family in Mexico soon. So I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for me. I have really bad flight anxiety and i have to drink some heavy anxiety meds that make me all woozy. So can you write on how bakugou would comfort his gf who is very anxious about flying. thank you sm I’m advance :) !!!

sending you lots of love and hugs lovely <3

i love you smooch smooch <3

I had to look up symptoms of anxiety (bc i’m not sure if i have it or not) but i really hope i did this right

Girlfriend that’s anxious about flying

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He would try to make you as calm as possible the days leading up to your flight, trying to get you to cuddle with him, have you watch movies to take your mind off of it, make your favorite meals.

Your man bkg is riiich rich so you already know he has that private plane so that you didn’t have to sit next to insufferable strangers while you were already having a hard time.

Holds your hand the entire way. He just wants you to know that he’s there with you and as long as that’s the case you’re safe.

He will notice you start to get jittery before the plane takes off, bouncing your leg up and down frantically, and he will nest his hand on your thigh to gently get you to stop while whispering how “you’re doin so good, pretty. so good”

Once you seem to be scatterbrained he will take the liberty to let you pick out a movie, any movie you want to watch and he’ll watch it while holding you.

Once your movie is over however you are immediately reminded of your current situation but your so tired. And he sees your eyes fluttering then jolting back open desperately trying to not fall asleep. So he will tell you stories to make your mind feel at ease so you can finally get some shut eye

Makes sure that you’re drinking water and eating your food. He prepacked your favorite snacks for you to munch on because he’ll be damned if your anxious and hungry.

His poor girl just wants to get there already so she can get off this damn plane :( he’s never wanted to kill an inanimate object more than at this moment.

When the plane has some turbulence you’re practically shaking in his hold as you bury your head in his chest trying to make the bad thoughts go away. “‘S okay sweets, just a bit of turbulence we’re gonna be fine. Happens on all flights. Okay?” to which you nod your head still clutching onto his shirt.

When you start to feel nauseous he will personally escort you to the bathroom and just be there with you in case you do throw up. (he is NOT letting you throw up in one of those barf bags they give you. yuck.)

Overall he is very good at taking care of you when you get like this because it’s apart of his boyfriendly duties 😤 and he just wants the best for his pretty girl.

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