Like, What Is This?

Like, what is this?

Reblog if you hate picrews with no dark skin options (yes even the ones where the shade of white is even a little darker, and yes ashy tones too bc there SUPER annoying, and the ones with no curly or protective hair like braids)

Oh my god I’m so sorry yes this was a request 😭 also my apologies for not making sure if you take requests or not!

It's fine bb!! <3 I was accepting requests a few days ago anyways, plus I needed something to push me to write and this was the one! ☺️

KIND HEARTS — k. bakugo (1k+ words)

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader

THE MAN-MADE MAN -> INSTINCTS -> SURVIVAL

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (open):

@the-witches-you-couldnt-burn , @osiris1rhi , @skbakusimp , @smashboxgirl26 , @bakucuddles , @esloao , @r-royce , @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore , @izhetttttt , @atsushiki, @gonnafyourmom24-7

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Winter was your favorite season. It's not as popular with others because for them, it's a sign of disease and devastation, whereas, for you, it's a sign of secrecy. You also love silent. Due to the harsh weather during this time, visitors are few because they stay away, leaving you alone until the spring arrives. Of course, you don't allow that to take place.

At least, that's how you perceived it.

As part of your daily routines, you searched for smelly lemons, shimmer peaches, serimansi, and other one-of-a-kind fruits...

...and the next thing you know, you're studying the blurred footprints that marred the eight-inch veil of the December bed, ruining the perfect, clean appearance. The majority of them were similar to yours but much bigger and wider, and the other, smaller distinctive couple; you shortly recognized as paws. Men and men's best friends.

In front of them, there was a track with much bigger footprints, ones you couldn't recognize since the men's shoes combined with them.

Moreover, blood had dyed the snow crimson red. A great deal of blood, actually.

"Okay," you whispered to yourself. Almost unnerving is the sight.

The blood trail eventually led you to the camp where they were hiding. Towards the end of the bloodshed, a fur tent appears, and you prepare yourself to attack. Despite this, when you fling it's flimsy doors open, there was only a large patch of blood in the middle, with no signs of human life and a heck-ton of blotted bandages. With no need to stay longer, you exited.

"Okay," you think to yourself, ignoring the other footpath that trailed off behind you, "they were presumably hunting and one of their comrades might have been in—"

Your heart lunges into your throat as you hear a loud, nasty roar that you immediately identify as that of a bear. In a minute of stillness, you whip around again, anticipating finding an agitated and ravenous bear behind you, but you're met with your own swirling winter wonderland in its place.

A second one passes by and your eyes fixate on a bush farther away from the campsite.

Strenuous huffing led you to a bush of early dragon oranges. As you gently parted its snow-draped branches, you discovered a badly wounded animal lying upon the delicate snow, which had begun to blush and deteriorate the longer it was left exposed.

You knelt and deposited your basket of unusual fruits onto the crunchy snow, greeting the dying beast with cold coos that nearly bordered aloofness; "oh you poor thing."

By brushing your hand across its damp, tawny brown coat that was salted with snowflakes, you caressed the bear's more bloodless side while he grunted at you, reasonably bothered by your presence.

"You're a long way from home, aren't you?" you questioned, even though you didn't expect an answer. The debilitated creature could do nothing more than grunt and huff from the discomfort and compile snowflakes on his back.

The bear was a grizzly, and it was quite large for its species. Bears, nonetheless the militant varieties, rarely visited your woods —in fact, nobody ever has— but the actuality that such an aggressive bear was plugged with arrows is indicative that he brought the guests from the outside.

You nudged on the nearest arrow to you which prompted a pained growl from the grizzly. You droved your fingers over the craved craters of its narrow post and nodded the turkey feather laced with twine for its end. Wouwodo men, one of the worst.

Due to your mistrust of people, and theirs of you, you carved out your own corner of the world that lay far off of people's maps. Only the critters that could withstand such endless, extreme weather, and pretty much anything that didn't have a voice to cry "witch" was allowed to loiter around.

"We found it's track! It's over here!"

Or just a voice in general.

You jumped upon hearing the familiar echoes of Elkhounds barking and men crying out to their comrades as you stood up.

Despite knowing they were only there for the bear, it was impossible not to think they were here for you as well; that they had returned to put you on a stake and set you ablaze after all these years.

Plus, you didn't like the impression of your peace expiring.

You couldn't allow that to happen— you wouldn't allow that to happen.

You busy yourself by working on dissecting the smelly lemon seeds and grinding down other herbs you've collected using your mortar and pestle when a loud groan comes from behind you.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead. You've been sleeping since morning," you say, casually, "though, you should've been sleeping all winter since, you know, you're a bear—"

"—What the hell...?"

"And that would've been better since you've caused me a lot of trouble—"

"Who the fuck are... Where..."

"—But since I felt bad for you and I'm a good person, I nursed you back together."

"I—"

Turning around to face the man who was filled with numerous emotions, too many emotions for your liking, you stated, "I'm sorry if you don't like being a little less hairless for a while, but I found it easier to perform the procedure if I transformed yourself into a human. You had a lot of toxic arrows in you, I'm surprised you even held up for that long."

In the deafening silence, he stared back at you with confusion and perhaps some irritation on his handsome face. Although he was a grizzly bear, his hair was quite blonde and spiky. He was naked, yes, but you wrapped him in a blanket and bandaged his body when he rested on your small couch. His feet dangled over your 170 cm sofa, which gave you the impression that he was much taller than 5 ft.

"By the way, this wasn't a free service," you say in a matter-of-factly tone. "I've decided you should be charged for your medical care and the fact that you trespassed on my private property. I would not have done that if you had stayed a bear and hadn't brought the Vikings with you."

A hush falls upon both of you.

"Any questions? You've seemed to had a lot earlier."

The man, still stupefied, asks, "how the hell am I talking?"

As you stand up and place your collection in your cupboard for safekeeping, you explain, "You're really just talking in bear tongue, but I've got it translated so it comes out naturally for me. Anyways, That's it. Since you interrupted my tasks—"

"Wait, hold on!" He shouts, sitting up straight and tense, "who are you? Where am I? Why am I like this— transform me back! What makes you think I'm gonna— gonna... " He breathes, then shallows before sighing when you look at him imperturbably. "What's happening?"

Sighing, you replied, "I saved you from being worn as a coat, okay? And so in return for all I've done for you, I expect you to help keep the house clean. You should show me more gratitude."

With just a click made by the friction between your thumb and middle finger, your extended wool shawl drifts towards you and wraps itself around your shoulders, "I've always wished to see what I'd look like in a bear cloak, so follow my instructions and neither of us will have to find out."

This time, he glares at you, "when do I get to leave?"

The next moment, you grabbed your basket from your table and said, "As soon as I say," and with a flick of your wrist, great winds invaded your chimney, flushing out the black fume of chard wood and swept you away.

On your fifth date, you and your date would ride the bus together. It is no surprise that you both have expressed romantic feelings for each other, but no action has been taken. Your closest contact was when he allowed you to wrap your arms around his/hers.

So, you decided you both needed a push. You let your head slowly fall onto his/her shoulder after you considered the notion. S/He, in return, immediately stiffens up as a result. Your heart began thumping with fear as you saw how his/her hands, which sat on his/her lap, clenched around the fabric of his/her pants and you directly regret going through with the idea.

It's awkward— extremely awkward. Initially, s/he doesn't do or say anything, which makes you cringe on the inside.

His/Her arm moves suddenly and at the sensation of rejection, you feel your stomach drop. However, s/he rests his/her arm on the edge of the seat before allowing it to fall into a hollow between the cushioned seat and your back before wrapping his/her arm around your waist.

You allowed yourself to breathe.

His/Her arm tightly encircles you as you scoot closer to his/her chest. Despite the lack of words exchanged during this moment, you could hear his/her heartbeat rap rapidly on his/her ribs as if desperate to escape, and how your own skips one-too-many beats.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI!!, KENMA KOZUME, SHINSO HITOSHI, KAMINARI DENKI, LEVIATHAN, MAMMON, todoroki shoto, takana ryunosuke, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kirishima eijiro, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, suna rintarou, maki zenin, aizawa shouta, nanami kento, kita shinsuke, megumi fushiguro, iwaizumi hajime, kiyoomi sakusa, kuroo tetsurou, nobora kugisaki

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. 2001 recordings of you and your bf being 17 (majorly inspired by the song sweater weather by the neighborhood).

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kaminari x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fluff, quirkless au,

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

The video begins with kaminari panning the camera angle at the sky that somewhat matched a flame pea he saw the other day. It was a cloudy evening, but regardless still pretty hot and radiant.

He lowers it abruptly to make it look at his feet on the heated sand that pushed out in-between the spaces between his toes whenever he clutched them, flashing the yellowish-orange sun in its perfect conclusion, and the spirited waves of the ocean mimicking the atmosphere’s color.

Then, he shifts it at you.

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420 happy birthday bakugo!!