I Think They Like Each Other Or Something Gross

that wasn't me!!

kaminari, midoriya, bakugou, shouto, sero, dabi, iida x reader (individual)

his friends are sick of his endless pining and ask you out on his phone. someone has to make a move, can you really blame them?

notes: i was really trying to make it so i didn't default denki being the one who steals their phones bc his ass would be most likely to pull that shit. i like the idea of katsuki getting so fed up with izuku/iida talking about you + doesnt get why they havent made a move so he does it for them forcefully. like here. damn.

Brother Best Friend Texts ⋆｡°✩ MHA boys

Masterlist ୨ৎ

Incl : Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto todoroki, Denki Kaminari

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Glitter 𐔌 𐦯 : I'm not too sure about this one tbh 😭, but trying something new. let me know what u think!

Warnings : Gn!Reader, Fluff/Crack, probs OOC, swearing, petnames, classic Bakugo warnings

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I love Denki so much he's so me-core lol

Likes/Reblogs/advice/comments SO SO SO welcome (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) Open to requests!

Izuku’s parents you can’t change my mind

when you don’t say “i love you” back to bakugou.

Bakugou says, “I love you,” every time he’s about to leave the house without you. It’s something that he got from his father, and to put it simply, he got influenced.

He’s about to finish putting on his hero gear. His gauntlets were already in place, his boots laced, and his mask pushing his hair away from his face—kind of like how he wore it during high school whenever it wasn’t necessary to wear it properly.

And there you were, sitting cross-legged on the floor without a care in the world.

Books were scattered around you in piles, organized by some system only you seemed to understand. You were focused as you murmured to yourself quietly, comparing sizes, genres, and authors, completely absorbed in your task of organizing the living room’s bookshelf.

“I’m heading out.”

“Mmhm,” you replied absentmindedly, holding up two books and tilting your head as if the slight angle would help you decide which belonged on the top shelf.

Bakugou frowned, his brow twitching. “Oi, did you hear me?”

“Yes, yes,” you said, still not looking at him. “Be careful, Katsuki.”

He let out a huff, running a hand through his hair. He was used to you getting lost in your little projects, but this felt different (were you playing a prank on him?). He stepped closer, crouching down beside you to meet your eye level. “Don’t overwork yourself while I’m gone,” he said, softer this time.

“I won’t.”

Still not looking at him. Unbelievable.

To Bakugou, it felt like being thrown through a building and back—and he wasn’t even exaggerating because it actually happened to him once! And he could definitely conclude that the feeling’s similar when you’re ignoring (not paying that much attention to) him.

Bakugou watched you for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly before he sighed. “I love you,” he murmured, his tone quieter.

“Uh-huh. Have a good day at work.”

Just as Bakugou was about to stand back up, he blinked, the words sinking in slowly. His brow furrowed as the realization hit him—he’s so confused.

You didn’t say it back.

“What the hell?” he muttered, more to himself than to you—because you didn’t even hear him.

He huffed, taking the book you were inspecting as he let your hands fall on his arms instead.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” you glanced at him, your expression innocent as if nothing unusual had happened.

“You didn’t say it back,” he said, his tone sharp, though there was a hint of disbelief beneath the irritation.

The audacity you had. After almost always saying “I love you” to him to the point where Bakugou realized he couldn’t go on his day without hearing it, you decide to not say it now?

What’s next? You’re going to tell him you want a divorce? He’s overreacting, he thinks.

“Say what back?”

He clenched his jaw, his cheeks flushing faintly. “I said I love you, dumbass.”

Realization dawned on your face, followed by a sheepish smile. That smile—the one that managed to win him over—it’s so infectious it might as well be a cause of an epidemic.

“Oh! Katsuki, I’m sorry. I was distracted.”

“Tch,” he muttered, looking away from you. “Yeah, I noticed.”

You leaned closer to where he was crouching, squeezing his forearm softly, your touch light and apologetic. “You know I love you too, right?”

He side-eyed you, his scowl deepening, though it was clear his annoyance was fading.

“Doesn’t count if I gotta remind you,” Bakugou grumbled—almost pouting.

Your laughter bubbled out, so familiar that Bakugou was reminded where his home is, as you then held his face gently—then squishing his cheeks so that his lips are puckered. “I’m sorry,” you said, your voice warm and teasing. “I’ll make sure to say it next time, promise.”

“Better keep thath promish,” he muffled out.

“I will,” you assured him, loosening your hold as you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Strawberry-flavored chapstick, one of Bakugou’s favorites whenever you kiss him.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

He tried to maintain his frown, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward as you kissed him once more. “You better.”

“Now go save the day, my hero.”

With a sigh, Bakugou leaned away from you, his posture reluctant to even leave you. He made his way to the door, pausing to glance over his shoulder one last time. You were looking at him, blowing him lots of kisses with the emphasized “mwah!”

“Don’t get so caught up in your books that you forget I exist,” he tells you.

You smiled, nodding along. “Never.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too! Text me when you get to your agency; love you lots!” That’s better.

As he closed the door behind him, Bakugou shook his head, muttering to himself, “Ignored for some damn books. Unbelievable.”

Still, despite his grumbling, the faint smile on his face said he wasn’t really mad.

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reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

don't talk to robots. full stop.

dating shouto is a hassle for a girl who doesn’t much like kids. 

out in public, he attracts children like a magnet–everything from toddlers to preteens, obsessed with the action hero they see on TV, always wanting him to freeze something or set something on fire, which he does so patiently, every time. he talks to them seriously in his low tone, answering the most insane questions–“have you ever hit the sun with your ice wall?”–as though they were perfectly reasonable inquiries.

worse, he seems to attract babies, everyone from izuku & ochako to momo & jirou always fobbing their babies off on him at get togethers. shouto and the baby always stare solemnly back at one another for minutes at a time, until the baby invariably drops off to sleep. you’ve never seen one cry after it’s been put in his arms, and you always end up having to feed him from your plate while he holds them, sometimes for hours.

he’s good with them, you realize. good with all of them, calm and patient when they yank on the fiery red strands of his hair or drop their drooly binkies onto his nice slacks.

it’s cute, and it reaffirms how very steady and trustworthy your boyfriend is.

you’re still not having any, and you’re not about to take over baby holding duty for him.

but it’s cute, or whatever. a hassle, but cute.

this request ! fem ! reader , period mentions , swearing

"katsuki... i said 'pads with wings'."

trying to explain to your angry and embarrassed boyfriend what the difference was with pads with wings, and pads with chicken wings. clearly, katsuki didn't know about the former, and had assumed you wanted normal pads and a box of chicken wings. naturally, he had internally questioned the correlation between the two items, but he knew better than to question what you want.

"thats what i fuckin' bought ya! yer pads and wings, so what the fuck are ya laughin' bout??!" katsuki scowled, slamming the pads and box of wings onto the counter and glaring at you. he was embarrassed at how long you had been laughing at him, but he didn't understand what you found so funny about the situation.

once you had stopped laughing, you showed katsuki a picture of pads with wings on your phone, watching the realisation dawn on his face. his cheeks turned an angry red and he immediately began to try and defend himself, claiming that he 'knew what you meant but he wanted to mess with you.' snatching the box of wings from the table, he stormed out of the room, huffing that he was going to eat them.

the next time you send katsuki out to go get you pads, he returns with the correct pads, and a basket full of snacks and your favourite drinks. not to mention, he also brings ingredients to make your own wings, since he claimed that the wings from last time tasted like shit, and that he could make them a hundred times better himself.

you knew he just wanted to spend more time with you when you weren't feeling great on your period and give you something fun to do, but you kept your mouth shut and joined him in the kitchen.

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 1

“Yeah, sorry Mina.” A nervous chuckle leaves your throat as you press the phone to your ear. Your friend had finally calmed down, so you had to call your other friend to tell her she could enjoy the rest of her night. “I’m glad you guys hadn’t left yet, otherwise I’d feel terrible.”

After exchanging a few more words and telling her to have a goodnight, you end the call and shove the phone into your back pocket. Now you had to deal with the mess Bakugou had made trying to make it to your front door. He’d thrown himself to his feet the second your story ended and it registered to him that you’d been disrespected by a man who’d cried to him just days ago about you.

“I’ll clean it, don’t worry about it.” You noticed the way his red eyes couldn’t meet yours and the stiffness in his shoulders as you began to clean the spilled candy he’d knocked from your table. “I can’t believe you waste time on asshats like that.”

“How was your date?” He’d always disapproved of the men you had in your life, so changing the subject was the only way out of another you can do better speech. “I didn’t get any SOS texts so I assume it went well enough.”

The tiny candies are tossed into the trash while Bakugou ignores your question. He didn’t want to talk about the girl he couldn’t remember the name of or the less than worth it date he’d taken her on. You’d just scold him for being picky and tell him he’d die alone at this rate, and with the weight in his chest every time you texted him- he’d started to believe it himself.

“Kats, I’m talking to you.” Your best friend was notoriously known for being an asshole, but he never ignored your questions, he was usually over the moon to tell you every detail of his dates- including the ones you could live without ever knowing. “Are you seriously mad I wouldn’t let you ruin your career over a guy I didn’t even like that much?”

“I’m pissed.” He answers, straightening your coffee table. Returning to the spot he’d previously been sat in on your couch, he finally meets your hardened gaze and rolls his eyes. “The guys a shitty fuckin side kick, and he’s out here sleeping with other women?”

“It’s fine.” Being friends with Katsuki Bakugou had always been troublesome. He was too angry for his own good, and you hated how he let such small things set him off. You didn’t care if it was true, and the guy had slept with someone else, it was over and you wouldn’t miss him. “You know I’m okay, right?”

“Not the point, kid.” The stupid nickname he’d always used when things got tense, kid. An insult he’d called you when you were students and you struggled to keep up with his ever growing strength. “You’re not some random hookup, you shouldn’t keep letting bottom barrel no body’s treat you like one.”

“That’s what I wanted though, he wanted to date and I’m the one who said no.” Your career was important to you, so dating wasn’t something you particularly cared about. Clearly, your best friend didn’t care, rolling his eyes again as you plop beside him and throw your legs into his lap. “If wed been dating maybe I’d be upset, but we weren’t so it is what it is.”

Comfortable silence replaces the thick tension the room had been filled with just minutes ago. Something about the way his fingertips brushed lazily across your bare legs made you forget why you’d even been arguing with him in the first place. The world might know him as the explosive hero with zero people skills, but behind closed doors, he was truly one of the softest kindest people you’d ever met. Sure, it took years of friendship and many many arguments to find that heavily guarded part of him burried under the thicker less bearable layers of his personality- but once you did, he never hid it from you again.

“I’m crashing here tonight, I’ll shower in the morning.” His voice sounded distant, like he’d been a thousand miles away as he stared blankly out the window beside him. You’d learned he zoned out far too often and his mind just spoke itself. “Since someone had to fight me for 30 minutes and now I don’t have time.”

“Uh huh, blame me.” You weren’t usually one to drop an argument, especially one you knew you’d when. But you were enjoying the soft glide of his fingers running up and down your shin to even try to argue. “I have to be out by 6. The train leaves at 6:10, so try not to be an ass in the morning.”

You preferred public transport, so waking up early was just a part of your routine now. Your poor car had hardly driven a mile in months, sitting sadly in the car park. Driving was for people with no patience, and you had plenty.

“I’ll take you to work on my way in, so I can buy you coffee as an I’m sorry.” And so he could spend a few extra minutes with you, he tells himself silently. “I could pop in and scare your students into behaving.”

“No. they already assume you’re my husband bevause you’re there so often.” It was true. Your students had asked you a thousand times if the two of you lived together, if Dynamite was a good husband, and all the things that made you laugh uncomfortablly at 7 in the morning. “Plus, you know if Mr. Aizawa sees you again he’ll kick your ass. I know you miss your bestie all day- but please try to control yourself.”

“Not possible. I’ve been tryin to control myself- but yaknow, someone needs pants or a coffee or a damn charger everyday.” He smirks, blocking your foot from nudging him in faux annoyance. “Just because I’m a Hero doesn’t mean you can keep usin me like this.”

“Yeah? How do you suggest I use you then Dynamite?” Your stupid question had left your mouth before you even realized how it sounded, causing your face to burn and your feet to retract from his lap to allow you to burry your face in your knees. “Fuckin hell, ignore that- I didn’t mean for that to sound so suggestive.”

“Nah, I get it. You’re totally into me.”

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Just had to let yall know their dynamic, fun stuff happens soon.

Also waited until midnight to post because ITS MY BIRTHDAY GANG!!!

-Parchy💖

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it’s really important to me when men put their heads in women’s laps. one of the most important things i can see on my tv. men laying their heads in women’s laps or men sitting and women standing and the man holds her around the middle and presses his face into her tummy as she hugs him around the shoulders. two very important poses. extremely soul igniting tableaux.