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Been gone for a while but come back to this! Thank you so much, really. TBT is a work that is close to my heart and has had its fair share of rewrites haha. I’m so glad you’re enjoying it, as well as everyone else who reads it, I honestly can’t wait to take you all in more a journey soon 🤍

smile for the camera! — ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader

katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!

you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.

he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.

the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internet—there were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.

it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossible—but the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.

"great explosion murder god dynamight—or, well, just dynamight sir—what would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"

katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly

"the glory. the strength. and kicking ass—make that the first thing, actually."

"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predicted—stuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.

"—and i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest

he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.

the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him

"what about your wife!"

"....eh?"

"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself

"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"

katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feet—once pointed towards the exit—shift ever so slightly towards the woman

"well...what do you want to know?"

and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.

"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at me—she was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' ya—you don't wanna get into an argument with her."

the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.

he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the room—he had a meeting to attend and then his patrol—but he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.

katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.

it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartment—groaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleep—when he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him

"you're home!"

he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug

"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grin—looking a little too happy.

"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"

you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin

"your ma called. guess what she told me?"

katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest

"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swear—"

"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."

katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.

"what..."

he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face

"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, too—gosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"

katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe

"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge him—too busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face

"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on insta—"

he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip

"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."

"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."

"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."

22. baby, i know cw: heavy mentions of alcohol, teeny bit angsty, wc: 1.8k

you stood in front of the door, your fingers fumbling with the handle. “shit,” you muttered under your breath. you lean on the garage door, arms full of beer bottles and knocked. “hey shitheads?” no answer. you flick a switch, and the garage door opens, and as you walk towards the garage door, the door closes. you look back to see a costumed ghostface closing the garage door. 

“...is that you randy?” the masked man shakes his head. no. 

“what movie is this from? i spit on your garage?” you scoff in return. “lose the costume; if sidney sees it, she’ll flip.” you walk towards the costume. he’s shaking his head again. 

“oh, you wanna play psycho killer?” you said, tilting your head slightly, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “can i be the helpless victim?” 

he masked figure nods. you cocked her head to the side, looking him up and down. “oh no, please don’t kill me mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel!” you said, scoffing, then pushing him to the side. however, instead, the masked face grabbed your arm and pulled out a knife. a few bottles in your arm dropped and shattered as he dragged the prop against your arm, fake blood coming out of the tube. “ah!” 

immediately, you ran towards the fridge, slamming the top freezer in his face. he fell to the ground as you ran past him, grabbed the unshattered bottles and threw them at him once he started getting up. “fucker!” 

desperately wanting to escape, you spotted the doggy door. you quickly ran towards it, trying your best to shove your body through… unfortunately, your shoulders had made you stuck. seeing his golden opportunity, the killer flicks the switch, which opens the door… you are lifted into the air as you look up…

“CUT!” utahime’s voice booms, the entire set erupts into applause. “that was perfect, y/n and toji!” this was the last day of your filming on set. after the hard weeks of consistent filming and visiting the building, you had finished your part. you felt a lump form in your throat as you watched the cast and crew celebrate. this was the culmination of weeks of hard work, late nights, and dedication. ​​

toji walkers over to you. “we did it. we made the iconic scene.” 

you laughed softly, nodding. “we sure did.” 

after being on set with toji for a few weeks, he had gotten used to your presence, however, just because you’d been with him for a few weeks does not mean he’s fond of you now… “now you can finally scram. honestly, singing might be something you’d want to stick you.” he said with a smirk on his face. 

you could tell he was trying to get on your nerves. “awh, thank you so much mr. fushiguro! i appreciate your support in my music career!” you shot him an insincere smile, tone all cheery.  

“nah, i’d never listen to–” “SWEETS! you were amazing!” before toji could continue, gojo ran towards you and spun you around. “seriously, baby, i’ve been watching all the behind-the-scenes clips, and you nailed every scene. i’m so proud of you.” 

“thank you so much, gojo!” you giggled. you aren’t exaggerating when you say you saw literal stars in his eyes. 

“so, dinner? at kura revolving sushi bar?” he asked, setting you down on the ground. 

“yeah, of course— sorry, off topic, but do you know if kento is in the building today? i’ve been wanting to talk to him…” it had been approximately three days since you last had an actual conversation with him. could he be avoiding you? 

“ah, i don’t think so, sweets. from what i remember, he has a shooting to do for tomorrow in osaka! i think he should be on a plane by now.” right. of course. kento nanami is a busy man, this shouldn’t be surprising. however, you couldn’t help but to feel a little disappointed… by what? not getting to talk to him? you could always text him. him leaving without informing you? it’s not like you two were together; he isn’t obligated to tell you anything— so what exactly were you disappointed about? did you want to be with him? is that why you’re disappointed? before you could start spiralling even more than you already are, gojo picked up the change in your mood. 

“hey, if you want, i could pass along a message for you…? or you could even call him! i’m sure he’d be happy to receive a call from you!” he gently said, running his hands through your hair. 

“really? you’d think so?” you asked, eyes watery, tears threatening to spill out. 

“i know so. now c’mon! we don’t wanna be late to our reservation, now do we?” 

‘fuck. what in the world am i doing.’ was the only thought that ran through his head the whole car ride there. supporting you and nanami’s… relationship? whatever you two had going on. his hands gripped the steering wheel harder. he couldn’t help but to feel a jealous— bitter even. he was jealous of nanami’s relationship with you. he was bitter at himself. what did he lack? why was he even helping him? 

“we’re here!” his voice came out cheery, a total contrast to his previous thoughts while driving. you two walked in, while gojo talked to the waitress you couldn’t help but notice the sudden shift in his mood. in the car it was completely quiet, but now he’s all sunshine and smiles. he’s the world’s favourite actor (other than toji, of course) after all. 

“‘order anything ya want, sweets! it’s all on me.” he grinned, taking his seat as you settled in the booth across from him. 

“do you drink, gojo?” you asked, looking at the menu. 

“nahh, i don’t, sweets. i’m a light weight haha.” 

“oh, alright! then i won’t either!” 

“nono, drink if you want to! i don’t mind you drinking, besides i’ll be driving you home!” 

It wasn’t long before you two were laughing and nibbling on different types of sushi— salmon, tuna, avocado rolls, and takoyaki. but the drinks? that was beginning to hit you. you started with one shot, but it had been so smooth that you’d convinced yourself to have another. and then another. 

gojo watched you carefully, noting the rosy flush on your cheeks and the slightly glassy look in your eyes. you were starting to slur your words, though gojo didn’t want to say anything just yet. you two were having a great time, and the vibe was perfect.

"y/n," he said gently, "maybe we should slow down on the drinks?"

you waved him off. "i’m fine, i’m fine! just one more… okay, two more..."

he let out a small chuckle at your drunken state. “i can now see why you’re such good friends with shoko!” 

a few minutes later, you leaned back in your seat with a contented sigh, then suddenly lurched forward, your hand grabbing the edge of the conveyor belt as if to steady yourself. "i think i’m a little drunk," you admitted, your voice wobbling.

gojo couldn't help but laugh. "you think? you’ve had like, seven shots."

you giggled, your head tilting to one side as you tried to look serious. "i don’t know what’s in that drink, but it’s like magic. i feel amazing. i could totally sing karaoke right now."

the mention of singing made gojo laugh harder. "let’s just focus on not falling off the stool for now, alright, sweets?"

you blinked at him, then suddenly grinned. "you’re so funny, gojo. i think i love you."

his heart started to throb. he chuckled and reached for his glass of water. "yeah, well, i’m pretty lovable when i’m sober… let’s go home now, alright, sweets? don’t want you passing out on the conveyor belt." 

“you’re so nice, gojo.” 

“you know, you’ve been calling me gojo for a while. satoru is fine, sweets.” gojo chuckled, helping you out the booth and walking you to his car. 

“satoru… satoru… sa…toru… toru. how about toru. since y’know, you’ve been calling me these cute names, i should too!” you beamed, as he opened the passenger seat door for you. 

“sure thing, sweets.” 

the car ride to his place was quiet, you were slowly dozing off while he drove. you stared at gojo for a beat too long, his eyes soft and focused on road. "toru…" you began, your words dragging, "you know, i’ve always thought... you’re really pretty." 

his heart skipped a beat, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. he thought you were just being intoxicated. "you’re not so bad yourself," he teased, nudging you lightly. “we’ve just pulled into the parking lot. i’ll call shoko or utahime to come pick you up in a few?” 

you didn’t laugh. instead, you moved closer, your face hovering inches from his, your breath warm and scented with alcohol. gojo’s heart started to race; unsure if this was the alcohol talking or something more. fuck. he wished it was. 

“y/n, what are you—” 

before he could finish his sentence, you closed the gap between. the kiss was sudden and clumsy, but it was there— his lips pressing against yours with an intensity he wasn’t prepared for. the kiss deepened, you tasted like the alcohol you’ve been drinking earlier. gojo hates alcohol, but fuck, your taste was so addicting. he didn’t care. your hand moved to his chest, your fingers pressing into him as you leaned more into the kiss.

the kiss grew more urgent, gojo pulled away slightly, his breath shaky. “sweets, wait... you’re drunk. this isn’t—”

“i want this,” you whispered, your voice soft but insistent. your eyes searched his, a mixture of vulnerability and something deeper that made his chest tighten.

for a second, he hesitated, unsure. but there, in your gaze, was something real. something he couldn’t ignore… but he also knew this wasn’t something to rush. not like this. not when the line between friendship and something else felt too blurry. 

with a sigh, he pulled back, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. “we can’t, not like this,” he said softly. 

your eyes flickered with confusion, and for a moment, he could see the haze from the alcohol fading just a bit, replaced by something more knowing, more aware.

“i… i didn’t mean to mess things up,” you whispered, your voice small.

“you didn’t,” he said gently, placing a small peck on your forehead. “we’re just... better off waiting for a clearer moment.”

you nodded slowly, your eyes heavy with sleep now, the alcohol slowly overtaking you again. you leaned back into him, your eyelids fluttering as you tried to keep yourself awake.

he held you there, his heart racing, his mind spinning. gojo didn’t know what had just happened, but one thing was certain— he couldn’t possibly face your sober state after this— even if this kiss wasn’t genuine. even if this kiss only happened because you missed nanami. 

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Flicking Pages - j. devorak

a/n; just a little headcanon about Julian and his feelings on reading.

pairing; Julian Devorak x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 257

Headcanon; Reading

image credit; redraccoonart (via twitter)

links; The Arcana Masterlist | Masterlist

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Doesn't want to admit it but he hates reading. Sure it comes with his profession but he despises it. He can’t find the right words to express how much he hates it.

Tries to have a minimal amount of books at home. Doesn’t always work out for him but he tries extremely hard to have as little as possible while still having the useful book at hand.

He does, however, love you reading. Something about it soothes him, makes him feel relaxed with not a care in the world.

Be it your spellbooks or just normal books you had laying around. Just wants to hear your voice. Doesn’t grow tired of it.

He’s like a little child when he listens to you read. Stares in wonder and amazement. Much to your amusement. "You sound like an angel".

Buys you a new book every other day. You have to try and find a place to keep them because you’re running out of space.

Can be persuaded to read with you but it can be a huge effort. Tries to get a few people together to listen to you. That can get you to stop pestering him about reading for a while.

"Listen to my beautiful angel".

Despite hating it, he does warm up to reading. Doesn't do it as often as he says but he enjoys reading. Especially when you're with him.

He doesn’t have a favourite book yet. There’s a few too many for him to choose from. Give him time though, he'll soon have one.

ᱬ⛧ my little fire dancer ~ k. bakugou

sum: if he had to choose one thing that he loved seeing you do, it would be this. it’s what made him fall in love with you after all.

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mdni (just in case), suggestive sexual content, swearing, use of fire dancing equipment.

a/n: a random idea i had years ago that I’ve decided to update. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,139

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

The soft glow of flames flickered from the campfire beside as you watched bright flashes light up the rest of the area you were sitting in, a particular ash-blonde male was responsible as he released some of the pent-up stress and anger he held from the day.

The two of you were busy with your daily lives of hero work, so anytime you spent together was a luxury. Today just happened to be your day off, and your boyfriend had finished his work for the day, so it was just the two of you in a spot that was out of the way of prying eyes.

The usually ever-angry Bakugou seemed to be a whole different person whenever you were around. While others would be in the way of his outbursts if they looked at him the wrong way, you could do anything, and it would be disregarded without hesitation.

Leaning back on your hands with your legs stretched in front of you, you spent hours watching him, especially with that oh-so-rare content smile he held as whatever he felt slowly melted away.

Your mind was yet to grasp the fact that you had managed to be the other half of the wild human grenade pro. "Tch, what you staring at, dumb ass?".

Rolling your eyes at the typical statement that you knew he didn’t mean anything, you smirked slightly before stretching your arms above your head. "Well, I was staring at something hot. Those explosions pack some heat".

The mischievous-laced response made Bakugou growl in annoyance, his figure stopping just short of you before kneeling close beside you. "Don’t think I heard you the first time, what did you say, (y/n)?".

Letting your arms drop, you lifted your hand and ran your fingers through your hair. Taking a moment, you closed your eyes as you hummed, opening them again with a grin. "What's the matter, Kat? Jealous of some explosions?". Leaning forward, you let your lips brush against his before laughing.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Bakugou turned his head as he crossed his arms, focusing on something in the distance while you hummed to yourself. Sometimes it was too easy for you to get under his skin. "Hey Kat, let me dance for you".

Red eyes watched attentively as Bakugou became completely transfixed on you. The way your hips moved to an invisible beat. A beat that was enticing him in every single way imaginable.

Every time you picked up a piece of your fire dancing equipment, especially the fire fan, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world. No one else got to see this side of you, only him.

The passion you held for this somewhat unique hobby was a sight to behold. It was one of the many sides of you that only he knew about, one that you kept away from others, not because you were ashamed of it, but because it was something you could be vulnerable about. A feeling not often accepted when it came to being a pro.

You'd brought him into your world, and he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. Undeniably proud of the fact that you were still his girlfriend, the love of his life after all this time. If one thing made him fall deeper in love with you, it was this.

On the outside, you didn't seem it, but you were quite a firecracker, a perfect match for him at the best of times. Appearances can be deceptive, and he loved that. You also didn't back down when the going got tough, and he admired you more than he cared to admit

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled softly, face slightly illuminated by the flames, as you turned and began making your way back to him. Slow steps and you inched closer to his sitting form, not missing a single move as you kept your gaze fixated on him.

Tension hung in the air as you stopped in front of Bakugou. Moving the fan in your hand to the side, you blew a quick kiss while lifting each piece of metal equipment up to your face, firmly extinguishing each flame with a puff of breath before setting them safely to the side.

"You enjoy testing me, don't you, (y/n)? You know what you do to me when you fire dance". Letting out a soft hum, you crouched down and set yourself into Bakugou's lap, arms wrapping around your waist before pulling you closer.

Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your neck before pulling away, eyes lingering over the spot before he dipped back. Closing your eyes, you sighed, feeling his lips on your neck before moving your head to the side to give him more room.

Moments later you sucked in a breath, breathy moan being exhaled as heat began pooling in your gut. That sound was like heaven to his ears, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as you gripped his arm. "Maybe that's why I do it, Kat, I enjoy making you crave my body to the point of you fucking me senseless".

It was true, and he knew it. You both did. One of the ways you loved to get Bakugou in the mood was by fire dancing for him, enticing him with your movements before he pinned you below him with his own movements.

Loud moans, lewd noises, and dirty words that you moaned out when he took you for himself. The beautiful stretch that had you feeling full before his hips snapped, dragging the most sinful noises he could from you.

"Don't you worry, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow. You'll be begging me to help you, in more ways than one".

Rubbing your legs together, you moaned again at his words, lips caught in a rough that grew nerdier, hands began to wander. Leaning back, you panted before wriggling out of his arms, pulling him up with you a moment later as the two of you rushed home.

Back pressed against the door, the second it shut, rough kisses that grew needier until you found yourself picked up. A small laugh leaving your throat as you gripped onto Bakugou’s top, your body placed softly onto the mattress of your shared bed.

Propping yourself up, you watched as he knelt into the bed, mattress sipping slightly under his weight as he hovered above you. Eyes looking you over as you smiled softly. You knew it was going to be a long night, but you didn’t care. Not when he spoke words that made you lie back, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer.

"My little fire dancer, how I love every part of what you do to me and how much I love you”.

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70s Wanda - The Legend of Zelda Masterlist ᱬ

As you rest the page you had ahold of on top of the already turned ones, you are greeted with a burst of colour - much different from the pages you've just seen. You liked it.

Turning a few more pages, you blinked seeing that the young witch was pregnant - welcoming twin boys to her family not long after. Who knows what else is in store for her?

‟ Oh, it’s such a strange sensation. It’s kind of fluttery ” | ‟ Oh, it’s coming. Oh, the baby’s coming ” | ‟ I’m a twin. I had a brother. His name was Pietro ”

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 first meeting ~ botw link | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 first meeting ~ dark link | g/n reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 first meeting ~ twilight link | female reader

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 first meeting ~ oot link | g/n reader

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I just read the prologue of Tested by Time, and it was the best surprise I could've asked for! Your writing is so beautiful, and I'm so looking forward for more ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhh! thank you so much anon! i’m so glad you liked it. the next part is in the works and should be up soon 🖤🖤

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day