THE HAIR OMG I NEED THIS, I NEED EVERY SINGLE WIG

 I wrote a fic based on your Hades and Persephone AU, here’s the link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33235837/chapters/82521799

I took some artistic liberties with their powers/ YB’s home. Thank you for making such a fun AU! please let me know what you think!

(aaaaaaay check this out!! very nice ☆))

bakugou who has a crush on you and cares about you in a subtle yet aggressive way... *deep inhale*

bakugou who quietly - and casually - invites himself into your room, carrying your favourite flavour of cup noodles in one hand, and spicy ramen for himself in another. both hot and steaming with freshly boiled water for the hearty broth

you're so busy with your work that you don't even notice his arrival; so busy that you can't help but jump when he breaks the silence with a gruff, yet gentle, "oi dumbass, have you eaten anything today?"

and when you try to remember - what was the last thing you ate? - he shakes his head and sets the food before you can even come up with an answer

"thought so. here. eat up. i wanna make sure you get something in your damn stomach. i'm not leaving until you do"

you open your mouth to object, but bakugou has always been quicker

"how is that you remember to tell everyone to take care of themselves, but you forget to do just that, huh?" he sits down on your bed and pats the spot beside him, getting comfy like he owns the place. like he owns your room

you glare at him for interrupting, and all bakugou does is glare at you right back. but you know from personal experience, that bakugou is quite possibly the most stubborn, hardheaded blond that you've ever met, and that arguing with him would be pointless

your stomach gurgles the very next moment - almost with comedic timing - and this doesn't go unnoticed by him. those ruby red eyes of katsuki's harden, so you swallow your pride and abandon your work for now. he somehow knew you desperately needed a break anyways

you both sit in relative silence, but the silence is comforting and calm. the kind where you can enjoy each others presence without having the need to say anything

until you accidentally grab the wrong cup and the sudden harshness of excessive spice hits your tongue, annihilating your poor tastebuds

and what does katsuki do when you make a face? god, he laughs. but it isn't anywhere near condescending. it's boisterous and loud and full of emotion. you playfully swat at his bicep and he snickers, finally reaching for the glass of water you keep on your bedside table

he gives you the right noodles, only after he's done teasing you, and it's only then is he satisfied when he knows you have something settling in the pit of your belly

you don't notice it; the way he looks at you when you're not looking - yet - but his body warms up in a way he's never felt before when he's beside you. making sure you're alright. taking care of you

he's content with making his home here, even if he has to keep his true feelings to himself for fear of you pushing him away

because no matter how painfully his heart longs for you - beats for you - bleeds for you - katsuki's okay with this; subtly yet aggressively pining after you from afar

Why the fuck am I UP?! ?!?!

It's too early 🥺 I need Baku cuddles.

Clinging to him as he's trying to leave. He listens to your little whines as he pulls you closer. Watching you right sleep as you curl into his chest, his winter uniform is toasty and makes it that much easier for you to fall asleep standing up.

"I've gotta go kitten." His gloved hands follow your spine and you look up at him with sad eyes. He gives you a soft kiss and a squeeze but you bury your face again. Another whine, another few minutes of you drifting while standing as you put all your weight on him. He sighs, you're making it so hard to leave. He knows you just want a few extra minutes with him and he feels so guilty he can't give them to you. Not to mention he wants this too.

It happens two more times, of a kiss, a squeeze and telling you he needs to go. Until he scoops you up pressing soft kisses to your hair and cheeks as he walks you to the bed room. Nestling you in the bed, where he said good bye earlier, and pulling the comforter over your shoulders. He leans over.

"It's too early and far too cold for you to be up yet." He says softly, kissing your cheek as he keeps his gloved fingers intertwined with yours, "I gotta wake the sun up for you..."

You give sad puppy dog eyes one more time before his other hand starts to stroke your hair sending you into a deep, deep sleep. He sighs as your fingers lose their grip on his, leaning over one last time to press a kiss to your temple.

"I'll see ya later baby." Feather soft as he adds, "I love you so god damn much."

Why was this one shot lowkey the best animation I've ever seen from MHA? Bones, you did not have to animate each individual particle of Bakugou's blood for us 😭

devil hunter/bomb devil bkg?????? yes. !!!

i have so many of these I’m sorry I’m almost done

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When He Lost It

Summary: Your husband has always kept from you the fact that he’s an outlaw, always told himself it was to keep you safe. He always comes home to you after a job, never worries. But then his past catches up to him and he loses everything. My piece for @myherokatsuki​ ‘s ‘A Familiar Face’ Collab!! (sorry it took me so long hon)

Genre: angst without comfort

CW: reader death, mentions of torture, blood, angst, cuts, wounds

Word Count: 1,192

Dabi knows something is wrong long before he comes upon your shared home, tucked deep into the woods, away from law and outlaws alike. He’d stumbled upon the cabin a little while before you’d gotten married and spent the coming weeks staking it out, ensuring you’d be safe and unbothered here whenever he was gone. Finding the old place had been a blessing in disguise as he worked out how to tell you about what he really did, who he really was, too afraid to see the love in your gaze turn away from him in horror.

He knows the hidden trail like the back of his hand, knows the tell-tale signs that you’re awake and busy keeping your home flourishing. Welcomes the familiar feeling of relief that washes over him, knowing he’s safe here and can wash his hands of all the blood he’s spilled, at least for a little while.

But there’s no smoke coming from the chimney as he rounds the bend, no dog barking out a warning as it runs to greet him a few feet inside the treeline, and your horse is missing from the paddock next to the kitchen window when your home finally comes into view.

He doesn’t realize how wrong things are until he sees the blood on the front porch steps, panic overtaking him as he spurs his horse into a run to close the distance and practically leaping off, stumbling in his rush to burst into the house.

He didn’t expect the door to be hanging off a single hinge, and his hand shoots for his gun when it topples over with a crash. He tries to calm his breathing, but fear has a tight grip on his heart, and he can’t seem to get enough air in.

“Darlin’?” he calls out shakily, eyes tracing the blood spatters that seem to be spread everywhere, all over the broken furniture and shattered plates as he passes the kitchen. He keeps one gun poised in front of him when he starts up the stairs, swallowing back bile when he sees the large puddle of blood on the top step.

He’s never been the praying man, but at that moment, he does. Silently, he begs for it not to be yours. Begs any higher being that maybe the dog got hurt by something wild, panicked, and ran around before you could catch him. Or perhaps someone did get in, but you were tough enough to handle it, and he’d find you huddled in the closet, teeth bared and ready to protect yourself. He prays all the way to your bedroom, the air rushing out of his lungs at the sight of the door removed from the frame, leaning against the wall.

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