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streaming with mha boys in your chat ෆ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪m.list ˖

“Guys, should I swap?” You asked your chat while ferociously clicking your mouse, clearly picking Roadhog was not the best decision, and everyone in your chat would agree.

After being absolutely demolished, you changed to D.va to regain some of your dignity. Playing tank might just be your least favourite thing when on Overwatch, but you wanted the subs that people were sending, begging for you to pick the role.

“Stop telling me to switch to Minecraft, that's for Sunday's stream.” Your lips formed a pout, a slight whine in your voice since everyone seemed to have no belief in your skilful abilities.

A big ‘Defeat’ screen you knew too well showed up, making you rage-quit Overwatch and start scrolling through the chat. That's when you noticed a few familiar names. What were Denki, Kirishima and Bakugo doing in your stream?

“Would've won if you played with us.” Denki's message with about a million laughing emojis nearly got lost in the chat, you could imagine his cheeky face behind his screen, in his room that was about 2 rooms from yours.

Bakugo had somehow been bribed into joining your stream, but he was being quite active in the chat. “Playing Overwatch when we have a test in two days.” 

“Don't make me get the chat mods kick you all out of my stream.” You gave the camera a dirty look before browsing through other games to play and landing on ‘Resident Evil 4’.

LordExplosionMurder : ‘Don't wanna be here anyways.’

“Yes, convince yourself of that. It's not like you're the most active out of the three of you in my chat..” A snort left your mouth, quickly covering your mouth and pretending like nothing happened. Especially the chats that flooded from Denki.

ThunderBoy : ‘What was that noise???!?!’

Once again, the million laughing emojis were at the end of that message. Really, what was his username? Thunder boy..

Whilst you were taking a small snack break, Midoriya wandered into your room to ask for help on a question as he was studying. Obviously, he noticed you were not doing that, but said hello to your chat anyway. They loved his random appearances in your streams.

You took a longer break than you expected and put your stream on hold, your chat active whilst you moved from your gaming desk to all of your study supplies. After Midoriya got the help he needed, he bid goodbye to the stream and headed back to his room.

Diving back into the save on Resident Evil, you got lost in the game, saying one more chapter but then completing an extra one. The longer you spent on Resident Evil, the more you were starting to see fewer messages in your chat, hyperfocused on what you were doing since you didn't want to make Leon die. 

You copied some of his goofy voice lines, which your chat teased you for, but they also wrote them in the chat too. Well, except for three dorks that had never played Resident Evil, like, what are you even doing if you haven't played this peak game?

Kirishima1234 : ‘You're being a bit loud, I'd quiet down if you don't want to get in trouble.’

Kirishima, being the sweetheart he was, tried, emphasis on tried, to warn you about your volume whilst playing, but you gave no fucks. Maybe you should've.

“FUCK. Guys, help, do you see any herbs? I'm not dying on my first fucking playthrough.” You were stressed since Leon's health was low and you had barely any ammo or herbs to health up.

After an hour or so, you just started to wrap up the stream, ending at two in the morning. A yawn left your mouth as you set your headset on the stand, shutting down your PC. You were about to get ready for bed, and all cosied up in the new blankets you bought with the money from streaming.

However, there were a few knocks on the door, you were met with a grouchy Mr Aizawa, slouched over outside of your door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“As much as I am glad you're not out of the dorm, causing trouble, some people want to sleep, and you're being too loud.” He squinted at your sheepish expression, a hand on your neck as you chuckled awkwardly.

“Ha.. sorry, Sir.” You bowed politely, praying you'd be able to live to see another day and he would leave right then and there. Aizawa lingered around your door for a bit longer, opening his mouth to speak before deciding not to say anything and just leave you alone.

You peeked around the corner before finally letting out a massive sigh of relief, your shoulders sagging and closing your eyes. Now you can go to bed.

Two figures appeared at the door, squeezing themselves into your room with shit-eating grins on their faces. Denki and Kirishima stared at you with those looks, the ‘We just saw you get busted by Aizawa’ face.

“Told you to be quiet.” Kirishima pushed your shoulder playfully before lying on your bed, messing with the plushies that you had on it.

“How can I be quiet while playing a horror game? I mean, you saw that scary chainsaw man.” Rolling their eyes, you shrugged and spun around in your chair, wanting nothing more than to get into your bed. But some hooligans were preventing you from doing just that. 

“Okay! Let's take this to our own rooms, yes, I think that's a great idea, Y/N!” The sarcasm made Denki and Kirishima stare at each other before snorting, acting like you just said nothing. You let out another yawn, your eyes feeling heavier by the second.

“Nah, we're good.” Denki's sneaky hand went straight into the bag of chips on your desk, obnoxiously chewing them in your ear as if he couldn't get more annoying than forcing Bakugo and Kirishima to be in your stream's chat, and letting them witness your embarrassing gameplay.

“Okay.” You grabbed each of them by their arms, dragged them to the door, and shoved them out. Locking the door, you stood against the door whilst letting out a sigh of relief, then dove into your cloud-like bed. Falling into a deep slumber, truly needed after a hectic gaming session.

a/n. editing this was the worst thing ever, kept pasting different paragraphs all around and having to re-paste the proper para into it. kill me now.

taglist : @bambieyedpoet @theetheralone

© bbybvnny. all rights reserved. creds : @/cursed-carmine

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streaming with mha boys in your chat ෆ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪m.list ˖

“Guys, should I swap?” You asked your chat while ferociously clicking your mouse, clearly picking Roadhog was not the best decision, and everyone in your chat would agree.

After being absolutely demolished, you changed to D.va to regain some of your dignity. Playing tank might just be your least favourite thing when on Overwatch, but you wanted the subs that people were sending, begging for you to pick the role.

“Stop telling me to switch to Minecraft, that's for Sunday's stream.” Your lips formed a pout, a slight whine in your voice since everyone seemed to have no belief in your skilful abilities.

A big ‘Defeat’ screen you knew too well showed up, making you rage-quit Overwatch and start scrolling through the chat. That's when you noticed a few familiar names. What were Denki, Kirishima and Bakugo doing in your stream?

“Would've won if you played with us.” Denki's message with about a million laughing emojis nearly got lost in the chat, you could imagine his cheeky face behind his screen, in his room that was about 2 rooms from yours.

Bakugo had somehow been bribed into joining your stream, but he was being quite active in the chat. “Playing Overwatch when we have a test in two days.” 

“Don't make me get the chat mods kick you all out of my stream.” You gave the camera a dirty look before browsing through other games to play and landing on ‘Resident Evil 4’.

LordExplosionMurder : ‘Don't wanna be here anyways.’

“Yes, convince yourself of that. It's not like you're the most active out of the three of you in my chat..” A snort left your mouth, quickly covering your mouth and pretending like nothing happened. Especially the chats that flooded from Denki.

ThunderBoy : ‘What was that noise???!?!’

Once again, the million laughing emojis were at the end of that message. Really, what was his username? Thunder boy..

Whilst you were taking a small snack break, Midoriya wandered into your room to ask for help on a question as he was studying. Obviously, he noticed you were not doing that, but said hello to your chat anyway. They loved his random appearances in your streams.

You took a longer break than you expected and put your stream on hold, your chat active whilst you moved from your gaming desk to all of your study supplies. After Midoriya got the help he needed, he bid goodbye to the stream and headed back to his room.

Diving back into the save on Resident Evil, you got lost in the game, saying one more chapter but then completing an extra one. The longer you spent on Resident Evil, the more you were starting to see fewer messages in your chat, hyperfocused on what you were doing since you didn't want to make Leon die. 

You copied some of his goofy voice lines, which your chat teased you for, but they also wrote them in the chat too. Well, except for three dorks that had never played Resident Evil, like, what are you even doing if you haven't played this peak game?

Kirishima1234 : ‘You're being a bit loud, I'd quiet down if you don't want to get in trouble.’

Kirishima, being the sweetheart he was, tried, emphasis on tried, to warn you about your volume whilst playing, but you gave no fucks. Maybe you should've.

“FUCK. Guys, help, do you see any herbs? I'm not dying on my first fucking playthrough.” You were stressed since Leon's health was low and you had barely any ammo or herbs to health up.

After an hour or so, you just started to wrap up the stream, ending at two in the morning. A yawn left your mouth as you set your headset on the stand, shutting down your PC. You were about to get ready for bed, and all cosied up in the new blankets you bought with the money from streaming.

However, there were a few knocks on the door, you were met with a grouchy Mr Aizawa, slouched over outside of your door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“As much as I am glad you're not out of the dorm, causing trouble, some people want to sleep, and you're being too loud.” He squinted at your sheepish expression, a hand on your neck as you chuckled awkwardly.

“Ha.. sorry, Sir.” You bowed politely, praying you'd be able to live to see another day and he would leave right then and there. Aizawa lingered around your door for a bit longer, opening his mouth to speak before deciding not to say anything and just leave you alone.

You peeked around the corner before finally letting out a massive sigh of relief, your shoulders sagging and closing your eyes. Now you can go to bed.

Two figures appeared at the door, squeezing themselves into your room with shit-eating grins on their faces. Denki and Kirishima stared at you with those looks, the ‘We just saw you get busted by Aizawa’ face.

“Told you to be quiet.” Kirishima pushed your shoulder playfully before lying on your bed, messing with the plushies that you had on it.

“How can I be quiet while playing a horror game? I mean, you saw that scary chainsaw man.” Rolling their eyes, you shrugged and spun around in your chair, wanting nothing more than to get into your bed. But some hooligans were preventing you from doing just that. 

“Okay! Let's take this to our own rooms, yes, I think that's a great idea, Y/N!” The sarcasm made Denki and Kirishima stare at each other before snorting, acting like you just said nothing. You let out another yawn, your eyes feeling heavier by the second.

“Nah, we're good.” Denki's sneaky hand went straight into the bag of chips on your desk, obnoxiously chewing them in your ear as if he couldn't get more annoying than forcing Bakugo and Kirishima to be in your stream's chat, and letting them witness your embarrassing gameplay.

“Okay.” You grabbed each of them by their arms, dragged them to the door, and shoved them out. Locking the door, you stood against the door whilst letting out a sigh of relief, then dove into your cloud-like bed. Falling into a deep slumber, truly needed after a hectic gaming session.

a/n. editing this was the worst thing ever, kept pasting different paragraphs all around and having to re-paste the proper para into it. kill me now.

taglist : @bambieyedpoet @theetheralone

© bbybvnny. all rights reserved. creds : @/cursed-carmine

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streaming with mha boys in your chat ෆ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪m.list ˖

“Guys, should I swap?” You asked your chat while ferociously clicking your mouse, clearly picking Roadhog was not the best decision, and everyone in your chat would agree.

After being absolutely demolished, you changed to D.va to regain some of your dignity. Playing tank might just be your least favourite thing when on Overwatch, but you wanted the subs that people were sending, begging for you to pick the role.

“Stop telling me to switch to Minecraft, that's for Sunday's stream.” Your lips formed a pout, a slight whine in your voice since everyone seemed to have no belief in your skilful abilities.

A big ‘Defeat’ screen you knew too well showed up, making you rage-quit Overwatch and start scrolling through the chat. That's when you noticed a few familiar names. What were Denki, Kirishima and Bakugo doing in your stream?

“Would've won if you played with us.” Denki's message with about a million laughing emojis nearly got lost in the chat, you could imagine his cheeky face behind his screen, in his room that was about 2 rooms from yours.

Bakugo had somehow been bribed into joining your stream, but he was being quite active in the chat. “Playing Overwatch when we have a test in two days.” 

“Don't make me get the chat mods kick you all out of my stream.” You gave the camera a dirty look before browsing through other games to play and landing on ‘Resident Evil 4’.

LordExplosionMurder : ‘Don't wanna be here anyways.’

“Yes, convince yourself of that. It's not like you're the most active out of the three of you in my chat..” A snort left your mouth, quickly covering your mouth and pretending like nothing happened. Especially the chats that flooded from Denki.

ThunderBoy : ‘What was that noise???!?!’

Once again, the million laughing emojis were at the end of that message. Really, what was his username? Thunder boy..

Whilst you were taking a small snack break, Midoriya wandered into your room to ask for help on a question as he was studying. Obviously, he noticed you were not doing that, but said hello to your chat anyway. They loved his random appearances in your streams.

You took a longer break than you expected and put your stream on hold, your chat active whilst you moved from your gaming desk to all of your study supplies. After Midoriya got the help he needed, he bid goodbye to the stream and headed back to his room.

Diving back into the save on Resident Evil, you got lost in the game, saying one more chapter but then completing an extra one. The longer you spent on Resident Evil, the more you were starting to see fewer messages in your chat, hyperfocused on what you were doing since you didn't want to make Leon die. 

You copied some of his goofy voice lines, which your chat teased you for, but they also wrote them in the chat too. Well, except for three dorks that had never played Resident Evil, like, what are you even doing if you haven't played this peak game?

Kirishima1234 : ‘You're being a bit loud, I'd quiet down if you don't want to get in trouble.’

Kirishima, being the sweetheart he was, tried, emphasis on tried, to warn you about your volume whilst playing, but you gave no fucks. Maybe you should've.

“FUCK. Guys, help, do you see any herbs? I'm not dying on my first fucking playthrough.” You were stressed since Leon's health was low and you had barely any ammo or herbs to health up.

After an hour or so, you just started to wrap up the stream, ending at two in the morning. A yawn left your mouth as you set your headset on the stand, shutting down your PC. You were about to get ready for bed, and all cosied up in the new blankets you bought with the money from streaming.

However, there were a few knocks on the door, you were met with a grouchy Mr Aizawa, slouched over outside of your door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“As much as I am glad you're not out of the dorm, causing trouble, some people want to sleep, and you're being too loud.” He squinted at your sheepish expression, a hand on your neck as you chuckled awkwardly.

“Ha.. sorry, Sir.” You bowed politely, praying you'd be able to live to see another day and he would leave right then and there. Aizawa lingered around your door for a bit longer, opening his mouth to speak before deciding not to say anything and just leave you alone.

You peeked around the corner before finally letting out a massive sigh of relief, your shoulders sagging and closing your eyes. Now you can go to bed.

Two figures appeared at the door, squeezing themselves into your room with shit-eating grins on their faces. Denki and Kirishima stared at you with those looks, the ‘We just saw you get busted by Aizawa’ face.

“Told you to be quiet.” Kirishima pushed your shoulder playfully before lying on your bed, messing with the plushies that you had on it.

“How can I be quiet while playing a horror game? I mean, you saw that scary chainsaw man.” Rolling their eyes, you shrugged and spun around in your chair, wanting nothing more than to get into your bed. But some hooligans were preventing you from doing just that. 

“Okay! Let's take this to our own rooms, yes, I think that's a great idea, Y/N!” The sarcasm made Denki and Kirishima stare at each other before snorting, acting like you just said nothing. You let out another yawn, your eyes feeling heavier by the second.

“Nah, we're good.” Denki's sneaky hand went straight into the bag of chips on your desk, obnoxiously chewing them in your ear as if he couldn't get more annoying than forcing Bakugo and Kirishima to be in your stream's chat, and letting them witness your embarrassing gameplay.

“Okay.” You grabbed each of them by their arms, dragged them to the door, and shoved them out. Locking the door, you stood against the door whilst letting out a sigh of relief, then dove into your cloud-like bed. Falling into a deep slumber, truly needed after a hectic gaming session.

a/n. editing this was the worst thing ever, kept pasting different paragraphs all around and having to re-paste the proper para into it. kill me now.

taglist : @bambieyedpoet @theetheralone

© bbybvnny. all rights reserved. creds : @/cursed-carmine

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streaming with mha boys in your chat ෆ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪m.list ˖

“Guys, should I swap?” You asked your chat while ferociously clicking your mouse, clearly picking Roadhog was not the best decision, and everyone in your chat would agree.

After being absolutely demolished, you changed to D.va to regain some of your dignity. Playing tank might just be your least favourite thing when on Overwatch, but you wanted the subs that people were sending, begging for you to pick the role.

“Stop telling me to switch to Minecraft, that's for Sunday's stream.” Your lips formed a pout, a slight whine in your voice since everyone seemed to have no belief in your skilful abilities.

A big ‘Defeat’ screen you knew too well showed up, making you rage-quit Overwatch and start scrolling through the chat. That's when you noticed a few familiar names. What were Denki, Kirishima and Bakugo doing in your stream?

“Would've won if you played with us.” Denki's message with about a million laughing emojis nearly got lost in the chat, you could imagine his cheeky face behind his screen, in his room that was about 2 rooms from yours.

Bakugo had somehow been bribed into joining your stream, but he was being quite active in the chat. “Playing Overwatch when we have a test in two days.” 

“Don't make me get the chat mods kick you all out of my stream.” You gave the camera a dirty look before browsing through other games to play and landing on ‘Resident Evil 4’.

LordExplosionMurder : ‘Don't wanna be here anyways.’

“Yes, convince yourself of that. It's not like you're the most active out of the three of you in my chat..” A snort left your mouth, quickly covering your mouth and pretending like nothing happened. Especially the chats that flooded from Denki.

ThunderBoy : ‘What was that noise???!?!’

Once again, the million laughing emojis were at the end of that message. Really, what was his username? Thunder boy..

Whilst you were taking a small snack break, Midoriya wandered into your room to ask for help on a question as he was studying. Obviously, he noticed you were not doing that, but said hello to your chat anyway. They loved his random appearances in your streams.

You took a longer break than you expected and put your stream on hold, your chat active whilst you moved from your gaming desk to all of your study supplies. After Midoriya got the help he needed, he bid goodbye to the stream and headed back to his room.

Diving back into the save on Resident Evil, you got lost in the game, saying one more chapter but then completing an extra one. The longer you spent on Resident Evil, the more you were starting to see fewer messages in your chat, hyperfocused on what you were doing since you didn't want to make Leon die. 

You copied some of his goofy voice lines, which your chat teased you for, but they also wrote them in the chat too. Well, except for three dorks that had never played Resident Evil, like, what are you even doing if you haven't played this peak game?

Kirishima1234 : ‘You're being a bit loud, I'd quiet down if you don't want to get in trouble.’

Kirishima, being the sweetheart he was, tried, emphasis on tried, to warn you about your volume whilst playing, but you gave no fucks. Maybe you should've.

“FUCK. Guys, help, do you see any herbs? I'm not dying on my first fucking playthrough.” You were stressed since Leon's health was low and you had barely any ammo or herbs to health up.

After an hour or so, you just started to wrap up the stream, ending at two in the morning. A yawn left your mouth as you set your headset on the stand, shutting down your PC. You were about to get ready for bed, and all cosied up in the new blankets you bought with the money from streaming.

However, there were a few knocks on the door, you were met with a grouchy Mr Aizawa, slouched over outside of your door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“As much as I am glad you're not out of the dorm, causing trouble, some people want to sleep, and you're being too loud.” He squinted at your sheepish expression, a hand on your neck as you chuckled awkwardly.

“Ha.. sorry, Sir.” You bowed politely, praying you'd be able to live to see another day and he would leave right then and there. Aizawa lingered around your door for a bit longer, opening his mouth to speak before deciding not to say anything and just leave you alone.

You peeked around the corner before finally letting out a massive sigh of relief, your shoulders sagging and closing your eyes. Now you can go to bed.

Two figures appeared at the door, squeezing themselves into your room with shit-eating grins on their faces. Denki and Kirishima stared at you with those looks, the ‘We just saw you get busted by Aizawa’ face.

“Told you to be quiet.” Kirishima pushed your shoulder playfully before lying on your bed, messing with the plushies that you had on it.

“How can I be quiet while playing a horror game? I mean, you saw that scary chainsaw man.” Rolling their eyes, you shrugged and spun around in your chair, wanting nothing more than to get into your bed. But some hooligans were preventing you from doing just that. 

“Okay! Let's take this to our own rooms, yes, I think that's a great idea, Y/N!” The sarcasm made Denki and Kirishima stare at each other before snorting, acting like you just said nothing. You let out another yawn, your eyes feeling heavier by the second.

“Nah, we're good.” Denki's sneaky hand went straight into the bag of chips on your desk, obnoxiously chewing them in your ear as if he couldn't get more annoying than forcing Bakugo and Kirishima to be in your stream's chat, and letting them witness your embarrassing gameplay.

“Okay.” You grabbed each of them by their arms, dragged them to the door, and shoved them out. Locking the door, you stood against the door whilst letting out a sigh of relief, then dove into your cloud-like bed. Falling into a deep slumber, truly needed after a hectic gaming session.

a/n. editing this was the worst thing ever, kept pasting different paragraphs all around and having to re-paste the proper para into it. kill me now.

taglist : @bambieyedpoet @theetheralone

© bbybvnny. all rights reserved. creds : @/cursed-carmine

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bakugo comforting prettygirl!reader when she gets insecure at the thought of him only wanting her because of her looks

bakugo x pretty girl! reader ⋆˚࿔

summary: what the ask says. tags: hurt (reader) / comfort (bakugo) | divider credits - @/ cursed -carmine

you’d been quiet for most of the night, lying beside him in the light of the bedside lamp, your back turned even though you usually curled into him without hesitation. bakugou noticed immediately, because duh, he always did, and he shifted closer, trying to dechipher why you were suddenly pushing him away.

"hey," he said, voice low but steady, "you’re not acting like yourself. tell me what’s going on."

you kept your eyes on the wall. "i’m fine."

bakugou exhaled, not annoyed at you, just frustrated that you were shutting him out. he pushed himself upright, leaning over you so he could see even a hint of your expression. "you’re not fine. you don’t go quiet like this unless something’s wrong. talk to me."

you swallowed, keeping your voice small. "you don’t have to worry about it."

he shook his head immediately. "i do. you’re my girl. if something’s messing with you, i want to know."

you finally turned toward him, just enough for him to see the insecurity in your eyes. "you only want me because of how i look," you said quietly, "it feels like i'm some doll you attach to your side to make your hero image look good."

bakugou froze, staring at you like the words physically hit him. he leaned closer, his expression serious in a way that made your chest tighten.

"that’s not true," he said clearly, no hesitation, no half‑finished thoughts. "i don’t want you because of your looks. i want you because you’re you baby"

you tried to look away again, but he cupped your cheek gently, guiding your gaze back to him. "look at me," he said, softer now.

you did, reluctantly, and he held your face firm.

"i care about the way you think," he said, thumb brushing your cheekbone, "the way you talk, the way you get excited about things, the way you make everything feel like it'll be okay. i care about all of that. not just your face."

your throat tightened. "but people say—"

"i don’t care what the fuck people say," he cut in, leaning forward to press a slow kiss to your forehead, then another to your temple, each one deliberate and grounding. "i care about what’s real. and what’s real is that i’m here because i want you."

you felt your body loosen, the tension melting as he kept kissing the places he knew made you feel safe, each one steady and reassuring, like he was trying to replace every insecure thought with something solid.

"don’t push me away over something like this," he said, brushing his nose against your cheek. "i’m not with you because you’re pretty. i’m with you because you matter to me."

you finally shifted closer, letting your forehead rest against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you instantly, pulling you in.

"i’m not going anywhere," he said gently, holding you close.“you’re not just something nice to look at. you’re the person i chose. and yeah you being easy on the eyes is a bonus, but it's your entirety i fell in love with.”

and with his arms around you, his voice steady in your ear, the insecurity finally began to fade.

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GUYS IM EXCITED TO POST SOME STUFF SOONNN expect me to be more active 🫪 @bambieyedpoet your dreams are coming true 🫂

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hi guys, just be aware that some creep might send you a message saying "Hi :)", just don't reply.

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me when an absolute inspiration of mine follows me back and now we are mutuals 🫪 @hinagiiku heyyyy, kinda nervous 🙈

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an hour till my birthday!!!

[bambieyedpoet]

Hey! please could you write bakugo comforting reader where she's basically insecure seeing him shipped with other people and he's like saying to her she's the only she wants? I really love your writing ❤️

pro-hero!bakugo comforting insecure!reader ⋆˚࿔

angst, fluff, hurt (reader)/comfort (bakugo) ⋮ ⌗ summary: what the ask says. ┆ divider credits - @/ cursed -carmine ┆ a/n: tysm anon! just a heads up in the future i don't really like writing or reading fics where reader feels jealous or inferior compared to other women because it's a bit difficult to navigate + why would i be a loser in my own fantasy lol. !ᯓᡣ𐭩

it has been eating you alive, every second of your mind was consumed with baseless rumours bored people on the internet created about your boyfriend. you knew what you were getting into when dating someone living a life as flashy as his. wether it was brand-deals or simply outright delusions being stated about him, it all unfortunately impacted your mental wellbeing.

you knew, wholeheartedly that bakugou was in love with you. he didn't have a wandering eye nor did he ever show much affection with anyone else but you. however, the thing with emotions involving the ones you love is that it is never really ever rational, is it?

hearing the door unlock, you quickly go to fix up your swollen under-eyes and steady your breathing.

"hey baby...what's wrong?"

you play dumb, "huh, what do you mean?"

bakugo's usual soft eyes that were only reserved for you are nowhere to be seen. "y/n, what's wrong?"

you shake your head, trying to form a coherent sentence, "nothing-."

his hands find their way to your shoulders and he takes a deep breath, you can tell he's trying his best not to raise his voice at you. "if you're honest with me right now, i'll make whatever it is you're worried about disappear. just say the words, and i'll do it..."

your eyes meet, and it turns into something almost cosmic. the poets would describe it as being soulmates.

"i, i was scrolling on the internet and i went down this whole rabbit whole of who the internet wants you to be with it...it's basically everyone and anyone but me"

bakugo shakes his head, a bit annoyed, "why would you believe what the people on the internet are saying?"

you unintentionally flinch and guilt consumes him whole. "look, y/n i just meant it like...people are going to talk about anything and everything, you should enough discernment to know that i love you..."

you hated this, hated that his words where supposed to be comforting but to you the felt dismissive. the sadness and jealousy you felt previously meets an uncharacterised anger.

“well, i don’t look like camie…or uraraka…or momo, or any of the other girls the tabloids want you to be with!”

“yeah, thank fucking god you don’t because i’m attracted to you. and only you,” replies bakugo, his voice loud as ever but not yelling. a unique vocal style only someone as loud as katsuki bakugo could pull off - the skill of preputually sounding angry, even when you haven’t raised your voice.

he moves his body even closer to you then before, large palms on each side of your cheeks, eyes as intense as ever. he lets out a deep sigh, pushing away the strands of hair messing up the sight of your beautiful face.

even after all this time, he still makes you nervous. it's as if the love-struck girl you once were still lives in you.

bakugo takes a deep breath, his voice so serious, "look y/n what people say or do, and what you feel about that i can't control. but, i want you to know that you're it for me. you're the girl who made the explosion hero's heart explode. not whoever the internet wants it to be..."

tears form in your eyes, but thankfully it's the good kind. words have a heavy weight on everyone around them, so it's good to be intentional and hear something that eliminates all your doubts.

bakugo wipes away your tears whilst kissing your forehead, "better?"

you nod, a laugh escaping your lips out of embarrasment and amusement. "i just get in my feelings sometimes..."

bakugo laces his coarse hands with yours, a texture which you've found so much solace in that the harshness of his skin feels soft. "yeah, there's nothing wrong with that. but i need you to use your words and tell me whatever it is that's concerning that pretty brain of yours...i'm a hero afterall, and i'd be a pretty bad one if i can't save the heart of the one i love."

you playfully place a harmless slap to his chest, pushing him away. he laughs and pulls you into a deeper hug to which you start blowing rasberries all over his face. all of the previous jealousy you felt completely vanishing.

UNEDITED i really ceebs to edit right now.

[fushihearts]

⊹ ˖ Ი𐑼 naming your pet bunny after your mean husband, ryomen sukuna! — ✦⋆🐇.˚

content: modern day sukuna, fluff, he’s a grump (but what’s new) w/c: 800 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

“…what is that?”

you look up to see your husband stood in the bedroom doorway, a displeased look on his face and his harsh eyes narrowed on you — or rather, on the animal in your lap.

“oh! ryo, you’re back already!” you smile, perking up a little from where you’re sat on the edge of the bed. “just in time, too, i wanted to get you both acquainted!”

you nod your head towards the chubby white bunny sat on your lap and watch as it sniffs and paws at your legs lazily, its tail twitching with each movement. gently, you put your hands under its soft belly and lift it so that you can properly show your husband.

“ryo, meet ryomen. and ryomen, meet my husband!"

you hear a humorless scoff as sukuna inspects the bunny from where he’s stood, distaste written all over his harsh features.

“you bought a rabbit." he deadpans, evidently unimpressed based on his cold tone. "and you named it...after me?"

“well yeah! it was between that or killer-bunny!” you explain cheerfully.

“…why would it be between that and killer-bunny?”

“because he has red eyes, silly — see? just like the one in minecraft!” you hold ryomen-bunny up higher so that his fuzzy face is now pressed against your cheek as you stare determinedly at your husband. you can feel his whiskers skim across your cheek every time he turns his head, and his soft ears are still perked up slightly at the new surroundings. sukuna sighs, his own deep red eyes resting upon the chunky creature in your hands.

“i’d much rather it be called killer bunny than be named after me.” he retorts.

“oh, don’t worry!” you pull bunnykuna back against your chest, stroking the space in between his ears fondly before continuing brightly. “i liked that option too, so i made it his middle name! his full name is ryomen killer-bunny sukuna!"

sukuna's jaw clenches slightly. “you can’t be serious— what kind of a name is that for a rabbit? there’s nothing even remotely threatening about it.”

“you can’t keep calling our new family member an ‘it’, ryo!” you scold, causing your husband to raise a brow at the defensiveness in your voice. upon staring at you for a few seconds and realizing that you're unfortunately serious about the matter, he exhales frustratedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“we’re not keeping it.”

“what?” you gasp, scandalized. “ryo, don’t be like that! little ryomen-bunny wouldn’t hurt a fly!” you frown at your husand's decisive tone, studying his displeased expression as he meets your gaze once more.

“that’s the problem.” he mutters. “the thing’s weak, so i see no reason for you to have named it after me. i’m nothing like it."

you glance at the chubby ball of fur in your arms, and then at your husband with his displeased expression, his cynical gaze fixed upon you.

“..i don’t see what you’re talking about, ryo. he’s like a mini copy of you.” you reply solemnly, to which he groans.

lowering your gaze back to your lap, you pet little ryomen with fondness, your hand skimming over the fluff of his snowy-white fur.

“..please can we keep him?” you plead, glancing back up at sukuna and batting your eyelashes exaggeratedly. and unfortunately for sukuna, he must be absolutely whipped past the point of common sense, because he begrudgingly finds himself giving in.

“…fine.”

you cheer, jumping off of the bed with ryomen-bunny cradled in your left arm, your right one extended to hug your husband excitedly. sighing, he returns the hug with a reluctant look on his face, experimentally offering a half-hearted stroke to mini-ryomen’s head. sukuna's eyes drop to rest on the creature's wide red eyes, a single brow raised and his mouth parted slightly like he’s debating something. much to his own regret, he begrudgingly finds himself musing that its eyes indeed do look similar in color to his own — though he refuses to admit that to you, of course.

you lean further into sukuna’s embrace, voice soft as you speak into his shoulder.

“…this is nice. i love you, ryomen.”

your husband’s free hand strokes the back of your hair absentmindedly as he watches the bunny prop its front paws up against your shoulder.

“yeah, yeah. love you too, brat.” he mutters the name under his breath, though there’s no real malice in his voice. you pause and glance up at him.

“oh, i actually meant ryomen killer-bunny…but yeah, i love you as well, ryo!”

the rabbit may have to leave the house much sooner than expected, sukuna thinks to himself.

a/n: kind of a filler post !! ryo vs ryomen who do we think is winning (jk the answer is obvious because bunnykuna is actually john rabbit in disguise)

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⋆ ༅˚ 恋人 ﹕ a sweet honeymoon in malaysia ! 🌺 𓂃 🍋 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ fluff + kento nanami x f!reader 𓆝

the hotel room smells faintly of clean linen and salt. beyond the balcony, palm trees sway lazily, and the distant sound of waves blends with the seagull calls.

you wake slowly, wrapped in warmth, half-aware of the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek.

nanami is already awake.

you can tell by the way his hand rests at your waist firmly. he always wakes early, even here, even on your honeymoon in malaysia. the only difference is that he doesn’t leave the bed, doesn’t reach for his watch or think about work.

he stays.

you shift slightly to face him, and his arm tightens instinctively.

“good morning,” he murmurs, voice low as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“mm, morning,” you mumble back, smiling. “what time is it?”

he glances toward the light spilling through the curtains. “early, no need to get up right now.”

that earns him a quiet laugh from you. you press your face against his chest once again. he smells like cedar, sandalwood, and vetiver. his fingers trace slow, absent lines along your back, soothing and unhurried.

he presses a kiss into your hair, then another, lingering like he has nowhere else to be.

“i like waking up with you,” he says softly.

you tilt your head up for a kiss on the lips. “good. you’re stuck with me.”

later, you're both eating breakfast outside. the air is warm already, clinging to your skin. nanami sits across from you in an unbuttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up, glasses off. he looks unreal like this, relaxed in a way few people ever get to see.

afterward, you walk through the streets together, holding hands. the world around you feels vibrant and alive—colorful buildings and the scent of street food. nanami stays close, slightly angled toward you protectively.

on the beach, he takes out his camera and captures as many pictures of you as he could. the sea is warm, the sky impossibly blue. you walk slowly along the shoreline, sand shifting beneath your feet, occasionally posing for photos.

“this place is beautiful,” you say, staring into the horizon where the sun was setting.

he looks at you instead of the ocean. the look of love. “it is.”

everything was pink and gold, the remnants of the sunlight reflecting off the water and painting his features in an orange hue.

he faces you and cups your cheek, thumb brushing your skin.

“i spent a long time thinking i didn’t deserve this,” he admits quietly. “being with you...”

you lean into his touch. “i’m glad you were wrong.”

he smiles and presses his forehead to yours. “so am i.”

that night, you lie tangled together, sheets barely covering either of you. nanami traces lazy patterns into your skin idly.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask.

he pauses, then pulls you closer. “that i want to be forever yours.”

you smile against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"we will." you say reassuringly. "night, baby."

"good night. sleep tight, my darling."

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ONLY TEN MINUTES ⟢ : katsuki b.

꩜⋆. ─ 𝓽ags : fluff - tutoring sesh - ft. kirishima - katsuki lowkey talking to himself - use of y/n - implied fem!reader

꩜⋆. ─ 𝔀/𝓬 : 0.5𝓴

𝓶 𝓪 𝓼 𝓽 𝓮 𝓻 𝓵 𝓲 𝓼 𝓽

𝓴atsuki bakugo wasn’t well known for his patience and easy going demeanor. he was usually brash and abrasive, but today was different.

he was deep into an explanation of advanced trigonometry and its functions or whatever. his voice was lowered a few octaves, almost as if he was whispering. he made sure to keep it low so that the idiots in the common area wouldn’t be drawn to his room.

“…and if you don’t find the common denominator before you isolate the variable, the whole equation goes to shit. basic logic, nothing hard. look at the third step here. see how it flips?”

you’re across from him, eyes dropping shut. you murmur a ‘mhm,’ elbow propped on the table with your chin resting in your palm.

“…so the cosine is going to dictate the curve on the graph…you got it?” when the only response he gets is a soft, even breath, katsuki looks up from his paper. his ruby red eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of you. you had your hand further up on your face, face completely relaxed in a sleeping state.

“unbelievable.” he muttered, setting his pen down on the desk. katsuki stared at you, genuinely confused and exasperated. he never understood you. he was the least calming person in all of U.A. High, yet here you were, snoring on your homework in front of him. the blonde leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

“this is why you can’t keep your damn grades up.”

katsuki told himself he should wake you up. he should snap his fingers in your face or grab your shoulders and shake you. instead, he just sat there in the quiet ambience of his room. his tightened eyebrows loosened as his eyes grazed over your expression. without the stress of classes or training, you looked genuinely peaceful. you were all over the place usually, but this was a nice sight.

a stray lock of hair fell across your cheek and he stared at it for a few seconds. he clicked his tongue and reached to tuck the pesky strand behind your ear. his warm fingertips brushed your skin and you stirred, but didn’t wake up.

when he realized what he had done, he sucked his teeth and looked away. “fuck, you’re turning me into a sappy sack of shit.” he mumbled, finger scratching at his arm. a knock at his door made him jolt upwards.

katsuki growled and got up from his chair. he tore the door open with a little bit of force. “what.”

kirishima stood in the hallway. “hey, bakugo! have you seen y/n—“

“keep your voice down.” katsuki cut him off, his voice hushed in a whisper. “oh! sorry.” kirishima said apologetically. “…do y’know where—“ katsuki opened the door a little more, revealing a now snoring you to his friend.

“dude,” kirishima snorted. “ your tutoring session was that boring?”

the blonde rolls his eyes, heat creeping up his neck embarrassingly. “shut the hell up. what’dyou want?”

“oh, mina’s gonna order some takeout and sent me to ask her what she wanted.”

with a sigh, katsuki told kirishima what you usually order when they get takeout and sends him back to the common room after telling him you’d be down when you finished this assignment. he turned back into his room after shutting the door and walked back to the desk. “you get ten more minutes of peace, you idiot.” he uttered, taking his phone out to set a timer.

𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓾𝔂𝓾𝓾 ✦ ─ wrote this at 4 am lowkey i’m so tired blaugh

[coltlandgentry]

bakugo always had a . . . creative nickname for everyone ( see pinky, shitty hair, and dunce face ), and mina being the detective she is, couldn't help but notice when he started calling you by your name.

so of course she brought attention to this to all the others.

and they noticed the small things.

the way bakugo would hold the door open for you ( bare minimum but he let it shut in everyone else's faces ), how he quieted his voice. the edge dropping, the sharpness dulling.

how his shoulders seemed more relaxed when around you, how the faint start of a smile played at his lips whenever talking to you.

he was just . . . calm. in a way so non-bakugo that it was eerily off putting for everyone else watching.

and he wasn't stupid. he saw their staring, noticed the way mina's eyes flicked in his direction whenever he talked to you.

but he couldn't really bring himself to care. not when you were smiling right in front of him.

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how it feels to see everyone be mutuals and then im just like.. am i even popular enough to be asking to be mutuals 🤓

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megumi and your irrational fear of planes ✿ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪m.list ˖

When Megumi came home one day, flight tickets in hand, announcing that he was taking you on a trip for your anniversary, the panic settled in. You had yet to tell him that you had a fear of planes and flying.

“Baby, that’s great!” Your voice shook with a slight hint of worry that Megumi did not miss. He inched closer to you with furrowed brows, grabbing your face to squish it.

“What's wrong? I thought you'd be excited.” He sulked, as if his special trip wasn't good enough for you and you hated the idea of it, but that wasn't quite it.

“Not a big fan of planes.” You tried your hardest to get the words out whilst your cheeks were being actively smushed together. You released yourself from his grip and wandered to the other side of the room before you could be teased relentlessly.

Well, he still teased you, “Really?” Megumi had a small smile on his face, trying to contain a snort as it was a bit stupid, since the chances of anything happening on a plane were quite slim, but that didn't matter to you.

So he teased you until the day of the flight, right up until boarding. He whispered in your ear that it'll all be fine with a million forehead kisses. No matter how silly it was to him, he could sense how tense you were as soon as it was time to step onto the plane.

You hurriedly got comfortable in your seat, clutching the armrests, not even wanting to look out the window, regardless of whether you were up in the sky or not, because you were going to be very soon.

“I can't like… get off the plane… right?” You turned to your boyfriend, a cute expression on his face whilst you were panicking, as he tried his best to comfort you by squeezing your hand with his.

“You're gonna be okay. I'm here with you.” His soft words eased most of your concerns, making it easier for you to relax a bit. Megumi noticed the slight release of your shoulders and a small shimmer in your eyes.

He knew you'd be so excited for this trip, if only he had any idea that you had this fear, he would've booked a cruise.

Nothing else was on your mind at that moment but thinking about the next week, with Megumi, so you looked at him with tenderness. That was all you needed to ease the remaining panic.

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