Music Becky

Alice in Wonderland dir. Clyde Geronimi, Hamilton Luske, Wilfred Jackson | 1951

He’s so…. I need him 😔

⛩ BEATING THE ODDS ⛩

✎ᝰ. I was watching some prison movie and got inspired by that. I know it's short, I apologize

ᝰ.ᐟ Pairings: Criminal Katsuki x Prison guard reader

☠ Warnings: Not proof read, fluff, that's all

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You stand tall, your crisp, blue uniform a stark contrast to the drab, worn out clothes of the prisoners.

They stare at you as you walk by, eyes filled with contempt, anger, or fear. You don't mind. You're here to help, to make their days a little brighter. Not everyone understands, but that's okay.

sober ☆ ( ​prohero!katsuki x reader ) mdni | suggestive — liquid courage failed you before, too many times to count. this time, you're staying sharp.

Katsuki grunts, scowling at nothing in particular. “Stupid.”

His phone vibrates in his pocket. Katsuki, pissed enough as he is, shoves a hand to squint at the message.

where r u???? hurry the fuck up. pleasee omfg

It’s from Flat Face. Figures.

eat shit and die im almost there

Without Katsuki to play the adult supervision, Sero remains the sober friend in outings, mostly because he can handle his liquor well. Sero badgers on with his texts, begging for Katsuki to hurry before they’re permanently banned at their favorite karaoke bar.

Sero follows up on a recent message with an image attached. Katsuki slows his steps to glare down at his phone. Sero’s real shitty at taking pictures, or it could be someone’s jostling him from the side. None of it matters — Katsuki’s eyes zero in on you lying on Mina’s lap, where the camera had captured you mid-laugh.

“Stupid,” Katsuki repeats, unable to tear his eyes away from your glee for a moment too long. He only snaps back to reality when his phone dims. He must’ve painted a manic picture, staring at his phone like a damn creep. Fuck.

Addams Family Values dir. Barry Sonnenfeld | 1993

this art will always make me want to bawl my eyes out because what do you mean we could have pro hero touya and health assistant toga only if they had decent parents??

(I hate mha society so much)

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

Asmo: Hey guys, what are you watching?

MC: Kitten Football

Asmo: Why?

MC: It randomly came on and now I'm invested, And then Satan came in and got into it too. Aw, look Snuggles fell asleep-

Satan: SNUGGLES YOU ADORABLE FOOL, WAKE THE HELL UP AND GET YOUR CUTE HEAD IN THE GAME, DAMNIT!

Asmo:!?!

MC: Satan sees the show differently than I do.

Today is the only day you can reblog this

Origin Trio from the new Movie Bonus!

they’re so besties i can’t, i love their friendship so much it drives me insane

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Bakugou pissed you off. Majorly. He was such an asshole and made you constantly want to punch the smug expression right off of his face. Every training session with him made you want to scream in frustration, and you did, before plunging towards him, fists in the air. And he dodged you every time, making you even more pissed. You knew this anger was keeping you from using your brain, tactics and techniques flew out the window every time you were up against him. There was always a 50/50 on who would win, either you cooled down or let him rile you up. God you hated him. He made your pulse race, adrenaline pumping through your veins every time you set your sights on him. 

—

A screaming match with him the night before had left you restless, the first few hours spent staring at your ceiling, willing yourself to sleep. The couple of hours that you did sleep, it was fitful. You woke with a groan at the ungodly hours of early morning, and all you wanted to do was demolish a training dummy in the gym. 

You were glad to find the gym quiet and empty. The room with equipment let out to another empty area, training mats lining the floor. Fighting sticks and boxing gloves were hung up on the walls and multiple training dummies were set in a line, and you selected the one with the most narcissistic expression on its face. Wrapping your hands in boxing tape, you glared at the dummy as if it had killed your entire family. You were half tempted to tape on a picture of Bakugou’s smug fucking face to it. Taking in a deep breath, you SCREAMED as you laid punch after punch to the dummy, a few kicks for good measure.

Taking a few minutes to breathe, you continued your assault on the dummy. Over your frustrated yells you couldn’t hear the click of the door, or notice the person that had walked into the room, and was watching you with his hands on his hips and smirk on his face. 

So wrapped up in your attempted murder of the training dummy, you screamed between your kicks, “Bakugou Katsuki, you fucking prick! Why are you so goddamn frustrating! Aahhhh!” Finally breathless, you stood there panting. Your soul nearly jumped out of your body when you heard a voice behind you “Is that really what you think?”, Bakugou chuckled. 

“What are you doing here?”, you said between deep breaths

“Last I checked, dumbass, the training facilities are here for all of us”, he retorted, “Not just for you”.

“Whatever. I’m leaving anyways. The gym’s yours”

You thought you saw disappointment flicker in his eyes. No way. He probably wants me gone so he can have the place to himself. He let out a laugh, “Tired already, huh?”

 You knew he was riling you up on purpose, but you couldn’t help but let him. You had to prove yourself, especially in front of him. You knew you fought best when it was against him. He pushed you in a way that no one in 1A could even begin to. He taunted and teased, knowing that it would get to you. Make you want to fight harder, to win.

“You wanna fight?”, you growled, “Then let’s fight”. You poised yourself on one side of the mat, a deathly glare shot in his direction. A feral grin lit up his face, his scarlet eyes blazing. He shot towards you, palms sparking. You dodged, shooting below his reach, a powerful blow to his abdomen, amplified by your quirk. Don’t let him distract you. You wouldn’t let him win. 

You delivered hit after hit. Most of them he dodged, but the ones that landed slowed him down. In between your own punches, he managed to get a couple attacks through to you. His explosions burned against your skin but the adrenaline dulled any pain. He wasn’t going to go easy on you, but then again he never did. Most of the other students were too nice, never going all out during training, but never Bakugou. He pushed himself and others to the limit. “Come on, that all ya got?”.

You grabbed his arm, thumb pressed to a sensitive spot next to his elbow. Twisting it painfully,you held it behind his back. You tried to get him down, but his free hand came around and knocked you off your legs. With a grunt you landed on your back. His momentary smugness gave you the opportunity to swoop your legs behind his knees, bringing him down with you. You were quicker getting onto your knees, and clambered onto him, pining him down with your entire body. He was huge, and god knew you wouldn’t have been able to keep him down with just your arms. 

You immediately realised this was the wrong move, because the boy had flipped you onto your back in seconds, looming over you with that goddamn smirk on his face again. His red eyes burned and you flushed, realising the compromising position you were in. Your heartbeat thumped in your ears and he was so close-Your hands lay by your sides as you harnessed your quirk, using all your power to knock him off of you. The momentum had him on his back with a groan. You scrambled to standing position and before he had to chance to get up, you placed your foot on his chest, grinning down an him for a change. “So, do I win or…?”, you said, proudly.

“Yeah yeah whatever”, Bakugou grumbled, pushing your foot off of him. You held out you hand for him to take, but he smacked it aside, getting up on his own. 

“It was just dumb luck, nerd”

“Oh really. You wanna go again?”

When he didn’t answer, you turned on your heel, moving towards your stuff,and a swift kick to the back of you knees had you on the ground again. The boy had you pinned down to the floor, his hips encircling your own. You let out a gasp. “Here’s where we were, before you decided to cheat”, he chortled.

“Yeah, I’m clearly the one who’s cheating here,” Your reply dripping with sarcasm. Whatever sharp comment you had lined up died in you throat when you realised just how close his face was to yours. You could feel his warm breath brushing your cheeks. His eyes darkened, pupils nearly swallowing the red in his eyes. Your breathing stuttered when his gaze moved to your lips. 

Most times you sparred with Bakugou, it was in class, and when it wasn’t, at least one of your friends was present, joining in on your early morning trainings. Heaven knew none of your classmates was willing to let the two of you fight alone, lest one rip the others head off. There was no one around you now, the air having grown thick, tension simmering between the two of you. 

The restlessness you felt around him sparked in your veins once again and it took over the exhaustion you had just been feeling. His gaze was hungry as he took in your face, eyes once again landing on your lips. He let out a huff before letting his lips crash into yours. The kiss was desperate and aggressive with months of pent up frustration. His hands frantically roamed your body as your hands came up and tangled themselves in his hair. You tugged at his blond locks, being rewarded with a breathy groan from Bakugou. His mouth moved to your jaw, slowing pacing towards your neck. You arched into his touch, pants and gasps spilling from your mouth. 

Is this what all the frustration, all the anger was? All this time, did you want him to touch you like this? All the times just one glance at him had your nerves fizzing, body buzzing with the need to… do something… is this what it was? 

As if he could hear the cogs in your brain turning, Bakugou stopped, eyes fluttering over your face, the lines between your brows. He moved off of you, onto his haunches, pulling you onto your knees to face him. You couldn’t read the expression etched onto his features. A whisper of a smile graced his lips. He raised his eyebrows.

“God, how can such a nerd be so slow”, Bakugou chuckled, “I mean, look at your face dumbass. You have no idea what’s happening. What more is it going to take for you to realise?”

Your brain was still foggy from that kiss. “Huh”, you said dumbly. 

“You’re such an idiot. I like you dumbass. And after the way ya just kissed me, I know for a fact you want me too”.

You wanted to deny it, but God, the past few moments of your brain running had made you realise just what everything you felt towards him had truly meant. But still, you were too proud to let him have it so easily. 

You scoffed, “You kissed me first, you spiky haired Pomeranian”.

He blinked at you with fury, “What did ya just call me?”

“Nothing baby”, you teased, the most innocent look on your face.

“Oh really”

He ran at you, a dangerous smirk on his face, full speed as you tried your best to get away from him. Propelled by his quirk, he caught up to you, pulling you into a kiss that seemed to melt your insides. In one swift movement he had you pulled over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry baby, I know just the thing that’ll teach ya”. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at his words, and you flushed, heat creeping up all over your body. Nobody had woken up yet, the sun just beginning to spill through the large windows of the dorm. Hanging limply off his shoulder, he took you straight to his room, making sure to lock the door behind him.