Am I Nothing To You?

how they react when you try on clothes with them!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, humor, a little suggestive, informal writing lmao, literally just them hyping u up (as they should 😡)

note/s: help i hate this but it's been sitting in my drafts since march 😟 anw we stan kirishima n shouto in this household thank yew

bakugo katsuki would (try to) remain nonchalant throughout the whole thing. he'll be on his phone the whole time, grumbling here and there, though you've caught him staring over his phone multiple times. when you struggle with zipping up dresses or tying belts, he'll just stare for a good five minutes before grabbing your waist and aggressively (without hurting you ofc) helps you with your clothes. he'd definitely tease you with, "up or down?" while having the zipper in his hand and resting his chin on your neck, peering over with a smirk. once katsuki decides to participate more, he commits. when he doesn't think the outfit suits you, he'd shoot endless insult and remarks on the clothes, never on you. in fact, you'll hear a lot of "no, not this. you're too good for this garbage of a scarf." "the fuck is this cardigan? ha?! you're too good for this shitー what are you so pretty for anyway?!"

kirishima eijiro would just be beaming at you the whole time. he doesn't even give actual feedback on anything, he's just thrilled to be there. you"ll hear a lot of "that's pretty!" "oooh nice!" other times he'll just give you the brightest smile and put up his thumbs like, "yes. 🤩👍‼️ we love that." he'll instantly offer to take photos of the outfits for you, though most of them ended up focused on your face, and barely the clothes. eijirou lives for the growing smile on your face the more he takes photos and compliments you. you don't know whether to fawn or get annoyed over that because now you have 30 photos of your face with nearly the same expression in each one and not one proper photo of your clothes. 😔

you trying on clothes with a kaminari denki is just chaos. like kirishima, he thinks you look good in everything except he's a lot louder about it. every outfit, every little accessory you add, he's cheering and clapping like a seal. "BABE, YOU LOOK AMAZING!" "YES, I LOVE THAT ONE" "SLAY 👹‼️" with little cheek and forehead kisses occasionally because other than screaming it, he doesn't know how else to deal with how gorgeous you look ! he'll actively insist on accessorizing you (if you're okay with it, doing your hair's his favorite) trying on clothes together and hyping each other up as loud as you can has now become the newest love language between you two.

todoroki shouto's a lot more peaceful than everyone else. he won't give much feedback except for, "you look beautiful, love." and "that one's nice, i think." but you can tell he enjoys being there. he'll instantly turn the other way when you change into another outfit and asks every time, his cheeks tinted pink, if you'd prefer him out of the room instead. when you walk up to him to clip his bangs with a hair pin that didn't match your outfit, he just lets you, later re-adjusting the tiny accessory so it wouldn't fall off. and just when you think your boyfriend couldn't get any cuter, a week later you're faced with a very enthusiastic shouto, showing you his pinterest account with tons of outfit ideas he saved specially for you.

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[ STILL THE SAME ] MIYA ATSUMU.

“baby, before ya get mad—”

“atsumu, do i even want to hear it?” you sigh, pinching your nose and exhaling. he pouts, looking at you with curled lips and furrowed brows as you stare back unimpressed. 

atsumu asking you not to get mad is almost always a headache-inducing scheme that probably takes a few years off your life, and you’re not really in the mood to test your mortality for your handful of a husband at the moment. but something tells you he’s not going to drop it any time soon, so you simply sigh before motioning for him to continue. 

“okay, i’m ready,” you say warily, “spit it out before i get a migraine.”

“i…uh, i can’t find ma weddin’ ring,” he says quietly, fiddling with his fingers as he refuses to meet your eyes. you blink, processing his words before they really register.

oh. 

and now that you look closely, there’s almost a slight tremble to his lips, the tiniest wobble that he tries to fight back as he meets your eyes with glossy ones of his own. and suddenly, your heart clenches as you take a step forward and cup his cheek.

“aw, tsum,” you murmur, tracing the soft skin of his cheek with your thumb, reaching to pinch his nose affectionately with your other hand, “that’s okay. we can go find you a new one, a fancier one this time now that we have more—”

“but ‘ts not the same,” he sniffles, pouting at you deeper as he leans his face closer into your hand. 

atsumu proposes to you the night before his first msby game, just a young rookie player with the beginning of a career beneath his feet. he accidentally blurts out please marry me when you squeal over his new jersey, and when you pause, shock clear on your face as you shakily whisper that’s not fair, tsum, he pulls out a ring from his pockets like he’s been waiting for this moment for weeks. 

and he has—he’s young and hasn’t even made a decent earning yet, doesn’t even fully know how his credit score works, still calls his mother to ask how to start the laundry machine, but he knows he wants to marry you like he knows the ball will be ready for his teammates to spike as long as he’s on the court. 

so you kiss him in your dingy little living room, tearfully pulling him close after you whisper yes, and he slides the best diamond he can afford with his carefully earned savings onto your finger. it’s the same ring that he’s been trying to lump together enough money to buy, the one he’s had his heart set on for a while now. and when you blow him a small kiss from the bleachers before his turn to serve the next day, the slight glimmer of the ring catching his eye, he brings you home the most service aces of the game. 

and he’s come a long way since then—a starting setter for a v. league division one team, sponsorship offers left and right, magazine covers as a well-known athlete, an olympic champion. you’ve watched him grow, watched him beam proudly as you move into a larger home, one with fancy windows and hardwood floors, but you watch him stay the same atsumu you fall in love with when you’re just figuring out how the world works and where you fall in it. 

he’s still the same atsumu who snores too loud and hogs the blanket, the same atsumu who can’t cook to save his life but makes you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had, the same atsumu who wears mismatched socks and never checks his pockets before he puts his pants in the laundry. he’s still the same atsumu who calls his brother a scrub but helps clean the onigiri miya tables during closing hours on his way home from practice, the same atsumu who sometimes gets homesick and misses his mom after he calls her every morning, the same atsumu who never falls asleep without pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering i love ya no matter how mad you are at each other before bed. 

so you smile, squeeze his cheeks together as he looks at you miserably, pressing scattered kisses across his face like the sun meets your lips with each one. 

“did you check the bathroom counter,” you raise a brow, giggling when his face flushes a light shade of crimson. 

“i might’ve forgotten about that one,” he chuckles sheepishly, “ya might not want ta go in the bedroom for a while—’s a mess in there.”

“you tore up our whole bedroom before checking there?” you roll your eyes, making the pout return from earlier. and he’s still the same atsumu who makes your veins pop and your eyes roll, the same atsumu who’s as stubborn as he is obnoxious, the same atsumu who makes you question your choices at least three times a day—but you think he’s worth it when his eyes meet yours and the breath gets knocked from your lungs. 

“i’ll clean it,” he defends, “ya’ll be able ta eat off the floor when ‘m done in there.”

“we’ll be lucky if we still have a floor anymore when you’re done trying to clean,” you snort, pinching his cheek as he scowls at you. and with a playful roll of his eyes, he plants two warm hands on your waist, familiar and safe as they pull you flush against a sturdy chest. 

miya atsumu, when he kisses you just as sweetly as the first time, as the night he proposes to you, as the day he marries you, as he did last night and the night before that, reminds you just why you said yes all those years ago. 

“don’t be mean,” he grumbles, making you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, “if i lose ma ring, ya’ll have no proof ‘m yer husband. what then?”

“then i’ll do this so everyone knows you’re my husband,” you wink cheekily before pressing another kiss to his lips, smiling into them as he melts against you with a soft sigh.

for my love sayu's champagne kisses collab @tahdashii !! sjdsdfh technically it's about a wedding ring instead of an actual wedding but i hope it counts sobsob

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"Want some granola?" Suna asks, totally unsympathetic to your blubbering form sitting on the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor in front of him.

"Rin…I'm literally…" you groan, tired of it all. A few tears are swiped from your moist cheeks as you shudder and attempt to even out your voice. "No, Rintaro. I don't want any damn granola. I want my boyfriend back! How the hell can he just break up with me like that, over text of all freakin' things?! He's…he…he's a…"

"A dunce face," Suna completes for you.

"Yeah! A dunce face! I mean, why would he do that? How can he do that? We were fine last week!"

"Humans are fickle creatures," he muses.

"Yeah? Ha. Well then it's official. I hate humans- oh, except for you of course," you quickly say to your best friend. "But that…dunce face, and our physics professor, and the lady at the store who didn't give me proper change- I hate them!"

"Mm, I'm not a human actually," he says around a mouthful, noting the flavor profile between the oats and…nutmeg? Mhm, nutmeg. They totally put nutmeg in it. "I'm a genie."

"Oh, really?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yup. I'm not fickle at all. In fact, I've had the fattest crush on you for the last few years and never wavered. Even when your face looks like that. I probably love you by now or whatever. Don't know what's wrong with your boy toy," Suna shrugs as if he didn't just confess to you and smacks his lips. "Anyways, Atsumu is waiting for me on the quad. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago but a pesky human kept me back."

Suna drops the mostly finished bag of granola on your lap, only containing the little bits and pieces you liked, and plants a big kiss on you, right on your snotty and bitten lips. "Later, dude."

seeing their coworker flirt with them

feat. Tsukishima, Sakusa, Akaashi

note: not explicitly f!reader but could be perceived as such. also this isn’t really hurt/comfort lol my b

TSUKISHIMA

Tsukishima always loved to tease you whenever you forgot something, joking about how you’d forget to eat if it wasn’t for him.

Well, who’s the one who forgot their lunch at home today? Not you, nope. It was your silly boyfriend. Of course, you were going to bring it to him out of the kindness of your heart. And for the opportunity to tease him back.

Fortunately, the other museum employees were already well acquainted with you, so getting to the employee lounge was a breeze.

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thinking about...

a/n: shoutout to @raes-ramblings for always supporting my keigo brainrot & helping me with this!

clingy!Keigo who clings to his partner‘s waist when they get up in the morning because he doesn’t want them to leave the bed already. they will even drag him off the bed because he won‘t let go, no matter what.

clingy!Keigo who when his partner prepares breakfast, is hugging them from behind and follows them throughout the entire apartment.

clingy!Keigo who keeps kissing his partner when they try to leave for work that day.

clingy!Keigo who annoys his partner just to get their attention. he snatches their phone from their hands or stands in front of the TV. how dare his partner not give him their undivided attention?

clingy!Keigo who whines when his partner tries to push him off their lap because they need to go to the bathroom. sometimes he even pretends to be asleep just so he can stay there. obnoxious snores and everything.

‚keigo, i love you but i really need to go.‘

*kiss*

‚hmm not yet, i haven‘t kissed you properly!‘

*kiss*

‚you‘ve kissed me like thirty times in the past two minutes!‘

*kiss*

‚that‘s not enough.‘

*kiss*

‚is it ever gonna be enough for you?‘

*kiss*

‚you know the answer to that.‘

you guys have no idea how much it hurts to see a person who used me and hurt me - and other people close to me too - gain love and fame on this site. i really wish i could tell the whole truth so that everyone would know who this person really is, but i know that no one will believe me. so i have to watch it all happen before my eyes as i try to heal alone.

i don't celebrate xmas and we don't have any other holidays to celebrate so i needed this HAHAHAHAH

@ people who don't celebrate christmas and are currently having christmas shoved down their throats

i hope whatever holiday you celebrate is fun and well!! and if you don’t celebrate any holidays this time of year, i hope your day is nice anyways!

just a reminder that your favourite loves everything about you…

everything you’re insecure about is beautiful to them and they will remind you all the time.

whether it’s hip dips, facial hair, moles that don’t look “pretty”, short stubby fingers…

whether you think you’re too “skinny” or too “fat”, whether you think you’re too “tall” or too “short”

all your supposed “imperfections” have never clouded their views of you and they never will

all those tiny things you call “flaws” don’t change what they fell in love with.

PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE — KATSUKI BAKUGOU

⚘ summary: prompt #63 "trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin"; from my lavished in love event for @kiyelle. you've never known katsuki to be very patient, something only made worse when he's tired and needy.

⚘ pairing: pro hero!katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

⚘ warnings: a little suggestive? not too bad, established relationship, fluff, mentions of food/eating, katsuki gets clingy when he's tired bc i said so. hiii this is kinda sucky but i hope you still like it !! and i hope i did clingy katsuki justice >:))

“We’re cooking, Ki.” The words come out more exasperated than anything else, layered beneath helpless affection as you let Katsuki pull you against him, “can’t you wait until we’re done.” He huffs petulantly, shoving himself tighter against you in answer. You sigh, “never gonna be able to start the show if we can't get this done." 

It’s become increasingly difficult to focus on chopping the carrots, finishing the stir fry’s the farthest thing from your mind. Warm hands run over your hips to rest flush against your stomach and Katsuki’s nose nudges against the underside of your jaw before nestling into your hair. “Aw c’mon, angel—don’t really see you complain’.”

You’re definitely not, but it’s—he’s—distracting. The heat of him draped over your shoulders and lips running along the length of your neck. The smell of him, woodsy and sweet, seeping through your back. 

He laughs when you huff, fingers curling back around the knife to resume chopping the vegetables in front of you. Katsuki hums, low and amused, and his hands curl into your sides, thumbs beginning to rub soft circles into the skin of your hips.

It’s as if he can feel he’s already won. Your body already melding back into him, already thinking about turning off the stovetop. His teeth graze against the crook of your neck as he smiles, “mhm, no fun if you give in this fuckin’ easy. Where’s your fighting spirit, sweetheart?” He turns to start dotting kisses along the length of your jaw and neck. You can feel the flash of teeth before he nips at your pulse point.

The action makes you gasp, jolting in his hold and your fingers loosening around the knife. It provides Katsuki with an effective in, his own hand capturing your wrist and slipping the cutting board away, pulling you back against his chest.

“Katsuki—!”

You barely have time to react before you’re tugged away from the counter. A thick arm belted around your waist as Katsuki made his way into the living room, leaving dinner to grow cold on the stove.

“I hope you're happy,” you huff with one last forlorn look toward the kitchen, sinking into the plushness of your couch and surrounded by soft throws. “We’re gonna starve and it’s all because you’re too needy to wait one more hour.” 

Despite your whine, you’re quick to follow him, letting Katsuki move you onto his lap, legs bracketing his thighs and hands curling into his hair. And you’re even quicker to melt into the kiss.

Warm palms cups your cheeks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear when he pulls back. You want to be madder, but your half-hearted glare melts under his gaze—softened with affection and adoring, cheeks dimpled with a grin.

“Shuddup, we’ll get something delivered,” Katsuuki nips, tucking your head underneath his chin and arms curling tightly around you. You can hear his heartbeat through worn-soft cotton—soft and content against you, “and I’m not fuckin’ clingy.”