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The fact that Eddie died before he could watch the princess bride come out in theaters hurts me so bad!!
You can’t tell me that the princess bride wouldn’t have been one of his favorite fantasy books along with Tolkiens the hobbit & lotr.
It’s honestly criminal
This right here is some good stuff
Three. (Eddie Munson x Reader with powers) ongoing series
After the events at starcourt mall last year, Y/N thinks she can finally put all of that behind her and get on with her normal life. Well, as normal as you can get when you grew up in Hawkins lab and have superpowers. But when Dustin and the others begin looking for Eddie to clear his name, of course she was going to help, and maybe unknowingly fall for the wanted Metalhead.
Season 4 rewrite:)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Trying to post a new chapter every day:)
The fact that Eddie died before he could watch the princess bride come out in theaters hurts me so bad!!
You can’t tell me that the princess bride wouldn’t have been one of his favorite fantasy books along with Tolkiens the hobbit & lotr.
It’s honestly criminal
so it is quite possible that i am absolutly obssesed withnEddie Munson
please someone tranqulize me so I sleep instead of drawing him over and over
Why must I be so rabid for him
The Little Things (Eddie Munson x Reader) completed series
Y/N gets to know Eddie more and more as she paints his nails, does his eyeliner and gives him tips on skincare. How interested is he in these things? Or are they all excuses to spend more time with Y/N?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
This fic right here is my everything I am in love!!!!
Pushing it (Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Reader) completed series
Eddie is surprised when popular cheerleader Y/N comes up to him with a favour to ask; pretend to be her boyfriend. But will all go to plan when Eddie meets Y/N’s parents?
Part 1
Part 2
The Ultimate Tumblr Witch!Reader x Eddie Munson Masterlist (Multiple Authors)
In preparation for my own witch!reader/Eddie piece, I am doing my best to acknowledge writers that have already covered this delicious pairing. Turns out, there are a lot of us, which is amazing. Instead of messaging each individually, I thought I'd compile a masterlist of all us witchy writers.
To the writers: I love the overlapping details in all your work. To me, it shows the backbone of magic is strong and it seeps into all we do. I hope you can revel in each other's stories, and I hope when I add mine to the collection it's worthy.
To readers: Please enjoy.
One Shots
Charmed by @munsonmunchies
Friday i'm in Love by @luvamps
Sex Under The Full Moon by @lelacrimosae
Red Flashes by @siempre-bucky (Scarlet Witch powers)
hallway crush by @splinteredbone
obliterate by @dilf-whore (Scarlet Witch powers)
witchy women by @wrenniebaby
The Freak and His Witch by @dem-obscure-imagines
UPDATED ADDITIONS:
Siouxsie and the Soulmates by @storiesbyrhi (me lmao)
Series
Palmistry by @milkxcheese (bonus Ask)
Coffin Head by @ofstarsandvibranium
Eddie, My Love by @tsumamibaddie (Scarlet Witch powers)
Season of the Witch by @cin-sweetie
My Little Witch by @dahliarose3
(untitled) by @frankie-mercury (The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina crossover)
Bonus: The Best of Archive O3
Fortune Teller by FancyLadySnackCakes (aka @brimbrimbrimbrim)
Seeing Stars by boogiewrites (technically OC, but you'll relate to her, don't worry)
This post will be updated whenever I find more! If you've written a witchy story or have read one - send them to meeee. I'm like a dragon with gold but it's just me in my bed with magical vibessss. xo Rhi
cute bunny girl for the soul
gotta reblog this because
1- its fuckin amazing
2- i need to draw this its not a want its a need
Bandanna anon back again, different thought this time. Ok so Eddie lives (obviously, why wouldn’t he?) but he has to go to the hospital where they shave his head in order to give him stitches and just Eddie with a buzz cut 😌 convincing Eddie you still love him without his hair 😊 Eddie growing it out and having these little ringlets that you fight him to not tease out 😍 Eddie’s hair growing back as a reminder of him healing 🥰
bandana anon i love youuuu *mluah* 😛
as a traumatized and healing bitch i love this. i 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 this 👏🏻
eddie x hopper!reader bc parallels 🥺
Your father is up before anyone else in the house, as always. You roll out of bed to find him at the kitchen table, reading the day's newspaper and nursing his second cup of coffee. Instead of saying good morning, he just grunts at you.
"How's he doing?" he asks as you help yourself to what's left in the pot.
It's an odd question, coming from him.
Jim Hopper had always hated the "him" he was referring to - the scruffy miscreant who he'd busted multiple times for vandalism, petty theft, public intoxication, possession...
He hated him even more when he found out his eldest child had fallen hard for him.
Even more when the way he found out was walking into your room one evening after he'd snuck in, finding the boy in a precarious position between your legs.
But since the earthquake, he'd softened. He saw the way Eddie looked at you, the way he risked his life to protect you, and suddenly a criminal history didn't matter as much.
He was troubled, sure. But he was good to you. He made you happy. And that was enough for Jim.
"He's okay," you reply. "Nightmares again last night. Couldn't sleep."
Your dad hums, sympathetic.
"Those'll stick around for a while."
As if on cue, the man in question emerges from your bedroom, looking as ragged and sleep deprived as he feels. He wears a gray beanie over his newly shaven head, hiding the ugly gash that lies beneath. He doesn't meet your eye, popping a cigarette into his mouth and slipping onto the back porch. You sigh.
"Still upset over his hair, huh?" Jim comments.
"Yeah," you confirm. "It, um... It reminds him of his dad, I think. How he used to make him shave it."
Your father is also familiar with the elder Munson, the crime that got him thrown into prison with a life sentence. More so with the abuse he used to inflict upon his son, since he was the one who answered many of those calls.
"Munson was a scumbag," Jim grumbles. "Hard to believe a kid as good as Eddie came from him."
You smile at the compliment, which your dad shares over the edge of his paper, pursing his lips together to try and hide it. Coffee in hand, you open the back door and join Eddie, sinking down beside him on the porch steps.
"Mornin', angel," he greets you.
You lay your head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around you, keeping you warm against the spring chill. In the distance, what remains of downtown Hawkins smolders, sending ribbons of black smoke into the clear blue sky.
"How's your head doing today?" you ask.
He doesn't answer, opting instead to take a long drag of his cigarette.
"... You've gotta show me at some point."
Eddie huffs, flicking ash into the tray your father keeps on the back porch.
"You don't wanna see it," he mumbles. " 's pretty bad."
"So are the ones on your neck," you remind him. "But you let me kiss those."
He side eyes you, and you can tell he's trying to argue the sense you somehow manage to talk into him. You were the one who dragged him back through the portal when he tried to be a hero, after all.
"... You're not gonna like it," he finally admits. "I'm not... I'm not me anymore."
"You still eat Froot Loops for dinner," you contest. "That's pretty you."
He tries to fight the laugh that bubbles in his chest, the resulting smile warming your heart with just how genuine it is. You haven't seen him smile like that in far too long.
"I'm just worried you're not... You're like, serially into guys with long hair," he continues. "My hair was what got you to notice me in the first place. What if... What if you're not... What if I'm not attractive to you anymore?"
You sit up, taking his face in your hands; almost a little too aggressively, because he flinches the slightest bit in surprise.
"Eddie," you say. "Do you know what the sexiest thing about you is?"
He stares at you blankly.
"That stupid demon voice you do when you're playing a villain in a campaign," you tell him. "The over the top, snarly, borderline feral voice that comes out of you when you get really into it. It's ridiculous. And I'd be lying to you if I told you I didn't cum so hard the couple times it's come out during sex."
Eddie's eyes pop, mortified.
"I've used it during sex?"
You laugh, nodding as you lean forward to peck his lips.
"Yes. But my point is that you're goofy, and dramatic, and clever, and sweet, and so shamelessly you that this-" you pat the beanie covering his head "- doesn't matter to me. What matters is that you're safe. That you're still with me."
Eddie raises a hand to your cheek, gently running his thumb over the high point of the bone. He gazes lovingly, dreamily down at you, a bemused smile curling his lips.
"I don't deserve you," he murmurs.
"You deserve me more than anyone."
---
"Stop."
You lift the comb out of Eddie's hand, kissing him on the cheek as you do.
"They're cute. Leave them."
He tsks, snatching the comb back up when you set it on the bathroom counter, resuming the process of teasing out the ringlets his hair has started to grow into.
"It looks better longer," he growls, frustrated. "I hate my fuckin' hair."
"Can I have help?"
El appears in the doorway, holding her own set of styling tools. Her hair has also grown out quite a bit, now at the awkward length where it has to be styled every day or else look totally unpresentable. You gesture her inside, perching on the closed lid of the toilet as she sits on the floor in front of you, letting you work your older sibling magic. In a matter of minutes, her locks have been tamed; she bounds up to the mirror beside Eddie to inspect your work.
"It's coming back," she notices, looking up at him. "Your scar is almost gone."
He hums, running a contemplative finger over the raised, darkened bit of flesh peeking from his hairline. The scar runs all the way around his skull, down the back of his neck, but it's disappeared under the nest of dark brown curls that have grown in since his stint in the hospital.
He grins at her in the mirror, pointing to her wrist.
"So's yours," he notes, indicating her tattoo. "Ink's fading."
El smiles back, positively beaming. Her hand lifts to trace the bats etched above his elbow, a habit she's picked up in the months since Eddie moved in. She loves him like a brother. It makes your heart want to explode.
"I like your hair like this," she admits. "You look better than before. You're healing."
Eddie pauses, his face crumpling like he's about to start sobbing. You hide your smile behind your hand as he takes a deep breath, regaining his composure, then takes one of El's own curls between two fingers, pulling and releasing so it bounces like a spring. She giggles at him, playfully smacking his hand away.
"You're lookin' better too, short stack," he says. "Guess we're both gonna be okay."
so it is quite possible that i am absolutly obssesed withnEddie Munson
please someone tranqulize me so I sleep instead of drawing him over and over
case study vanitas has taken over my mind and im loving every second of it XD
Genshin impact has taken over my life
Itto'S massive honkers i mean huge badonkers
Giant danghodongaroos
#Arattaki itto #gorou #klee #genshin impact #ittos massive honkers own my life #someone please let me hug gorou #i need it # this is my official petition to give Klee headpats
Random self portrait yeet ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
am i a dumby for animating this
obviosly
but i did it anyway and if i didnt do it who would
A little look into how I draw faces
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Ahh yes a gay with swords
ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ( ˘ ³˘)♥
Yes he is 💖
But how can I not draw Greece the best boy 🕊💕 wait what it’s freaking 1 AM what?!?! 😱
am i a dumby for animating this
obviosly
but i did it anyway and if i didnt do it who would
Take my idiocy and find the humor yeee
#i drink to forget but i always remember #digitalart #flipaclip #animation practice
Clown boos I love them all very much
#clowns #clownart #digital babes #murderbabes #they entertain and murder #murder family
Genshin impact has taken over my life
Itto'S massive honkers i mean huge badonkers
Giant danghodongaroos
#Arattaki itto #gorou #klee #genshin impact #ittos massive honkers own my life #someone please let me hug gorou #i need it # this is my official petition to give Klee headpats
Sobs violently
“Ve~ I think I saw him… “
GerIta & Holy Roman Empire/Chibitalia
so anyway
Why must I constantly want to write Witcher fics and have some stellar ideas for fics but have no actual skill nor motivation to write them
Not gonna lie I think I have a slight obsession with Jaskier and his songs
Where’s the essay give it here
Yennefer, Geralt and Jaskier are 100% drift compatible, but only as a trio - Yen and Geralt are too volatile, Geralt and Jaskier are out of balance and Yen and Jaskier are too impulsive. They all need each other to have the communication and equilibrium needed to fight monsters and raise their daughter. In this essay, I will -
something so precious about both yennefer and geralt's interactions with jaskier this season is just the relief both of them express when seeing him again like both of their lives have gone to shit and the world is on fire, but jaskier is still jaskier, so things have to be just a little bit okay
This is so amazing thank you for writing this !!!!
Could you do a reader insert for Bakugo where he helps you get through a really bad nightmare or find out people have been bullying you and helps you by fighting them off
˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Bakugo x Bullied/Insecure Reader! (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) [fluff]
₊˚✩ warnings: swearing, mentions of bullying, negative thoughts
₊˚✩ word count: 2,801
After what felt like one of the longest days of your life, you were finally in your last period class, fidgeting around as you miserably awaited the bell to dismiss you. All you wanted were a few minutes of peace, but, unfortunately, all you heard were distant whispers from everyone in class murmuring rumors about you as you waited. The pressure you felt from everyone eyeing you like prey suffocated you. You wouldn’t dare look up from your desk, even after the bell rang. Instead, you waited for everyone else to exit first, hoping to avoid interaction at all costs. Even so, one of the boys next to you half opens his bottled water, flicking the cap at your head. While you tried to shake it off, he then proceeded to casually spill what was left onto your desk, ruining your class’s entire day of work as he passed by. “Be grateful I didn’t use my quirk on you this time,” he smirks, laughing with the nearby students.
Enraged, you scramble out of your desk, grabbing one of your wet books and chucking it at that asshole as he walks out. Thankfully missing and slamming it against the wall instead, the last thing they need is another reason to justify beating you to a pulp. “Y/N! What is the matter with you?!” Your teacher spat, annoyed with the constant outbursts you have in class. “As if you’d care,” You mumbled under your breath, agitated by how your teacher continuously favored your abusers instead of helping you. Then, walking back over to your desk, you held your bag upside down and shook everything onto the floor. Grabbing the very few personal items you had, you left the rest of the mess for her to deal with, not planning to ever return to that hellish school. “Y/N, get the hell back here!” You ignored your teacher’s furious screams and decided to take whatever punishment you’d get at home.
Every day you’d come home collapsing into your bed. The unholy amount of distress you’d be in for eight whole hours was killing you, making you completely drained. You could barely sit up, worn out after years of no sleep, skipping meals, paranoia, and for what? Nothing. How can eighth-graders be this bitter? The school year had just begun too.
“I’d rather die than go back for a single second! Why don’t you care about what’s happening to me?!” You desperately cried, begging your parents for help once they got home. Rather than trying to stick up for you, they’d always scold you instead, annoyed with the persistent complaints about their child’s behavior. They always took your teacher’s words to heart, becoming convinced it’s you at fault. Your parent’s disappointment was devastating.
People’s opinions of you can be scary, especially when your own flesh and blood leave you in the dust. No matter how much you achieve, one mistake is enough to get you looked down upon, something they’ll use against you forever. It makes you wonder if accomplishing anything is even worth it. Your small handful of achievements only burdened you with self-doubt. You slowly became over-obsessed with trying to be perfect, wanting to desperately please everyone, hoping their unjustified hatred towards you would disappear. It was insufferable, and even then, it still wasn’t enough.
Fed up with the countless nagging teachers from school, your parents finally let you transfer out, deciding to let you travel and turn over a new leaf. After moving from America to Japan, you miraculously got accepted into Yuuei High School and bested their 20% acceptance rate. That in itself is a fantastic feat, but just the tip of the iceberg. Now, it was time to become the greatest hero you could be!
…Except you may have gotten a little distracted. Thankfully, the boy you spent all this time romancing was very stern about staying on top of things. So here you currently are spending lunch at a small café with your absolute brute of a boyfriend, Bakugo Katsuki, tutoring him for your next English exam. When Present Mic had announced the upcoming test, everyone had begged you to help them, quickly surrounding your desk with pleas. But he immediately snatched you from the crowd, knowing he could finally score higher than you and everyone else.
You stood up, looming over Bakugo, watching him messily scribble away in his notebook. “You’ve practically nailed everything, but you mixed up you’re “there’s” again,” you spoke, struggling to point out and mark the error with your pen as he kept slapping it away. “Don’t you have your own shit to take care of? Stop harassing me midsentence!” He fumes, agitated by all the tiny red marks on his paper. Chattering customers nearby became concerned by his vulgarity. “Don’t get so worked up,” you giggle, sitting back down on your dark wood seat in front of him.
Your phone suddenly buzzed against the table; Uraraka’s text lit up the screen. It shows off the slightly blurred selfie you and Bakugo took on an arcade date that you have as your wallpaper. It’s him pridefully showing off the prize he won you from the claw machine since it took a million tries to win.
[ Ocha (♥ó㉨ò)ﾉ♡ ]
4:26 pm
Hey Y/N!! How’s the date going :D?
You attempt to sneak a picture of Bakugo, but he angrily looks into the camera right as you take it. The accidental flash of the camera exposes you further. “Uhh, nothing suspicious to see here!” you sweatdrop, not bothering to try and play it off. You look at the image, nodding in approval before sending it her way. “Nice.” He clicks his tongue in defeat, knowing he’s too busy to argue.
[ Ocha (♥ó㉨ò)ﾉ♡ ]
4:28 pm
[image attached]
Pretty great!
...Y/N-chan
Ochaco-chan..?
What did you do?
What do you mean???
He looks like he wants to kill you
Actually-
No
He IS going to kill you
Lmaooo
What a nice looking boyfriend you have there O__o
Glad we agree!
It took everything in you not to burst out laughing. Placing your phone back down, you take a delicate bite out of one of your many sugary sweet pastries that were scattered across the table. You sit back, thinking to yourself for a moment, only to realize you don’t even know when the test is. Forgetting an exam date for the subject you’re best at is only natural after all. “Hmm, when are we taking this again?” “Next week,” Bakugo grumbles, aggressively filling the blank pages with practice sentences. You nearly choked on your food as you were scarfing it down. His intense study regimens completely threw you off. “Seriously?! You made me think it was like, tomorrow. We have five whole days, dude! So calm down,” You chuckle at his overly serious attitude. “How am I supposed to do better than you if I study last minute, huh?! Now shut up and stop tryna sabotage me!” He huffs, accidentally crumpling his paper from frustration.
Not wanting to be rude, you stayed off your phone while waiting for him to finish, unintentionally zoning out when looking out the window. As much as you enjoyed being here with him, you couldn’t ignore the lingering thoughts that randomly crept up in your mind. ‘Is he annoyed that he has to be here with me? Wait, that’s a stupid question; of course he’s not. …But what if he is? Maybe I’m not as helpful as I thought,’ You mentally sigh, wishing you didn’t second guess everything. Back in America, your classmates would belittle every word you’d say. But even with all those dreadful people being far, far, away from you, you can still hear their voices in your head constantly torturing you.
“Oi,” Suddenly, you felt something hardly tap against your forehead. You softly gasp, looking up at Bakugo, who flicked you to grab your attention. “Where the hell did you go?” he interrogates, having called your name a few times and getting no response. “Oh, sorry, sorry! My stomach started hurting,” You lie, not knowing what else to say. Bakugo slightly shakes his head and scoffs at your answer. “That’s what you get for ordering so many desserts, sweet cheeks.” “Haha, yeah,” Forcing a grin, you nervously fiddle with your coffee mug.
‘Why did I have to order so much? He probably thinks I’m a pig--What the hell am I thinking?!’ You abruptly start chugging your warm drink, desperate to slap yourself back to reality. Slamming your mug down, you exhale deeply, wondering, ‘When is this psychological warfare going to end?’ Bakugo sat there, just silently eyeing you the entire time. The awkwardly quiet atmosphere made you frantically search for a new conversation topic. “Oh, uhm- So… Are you done?” You guessed, catching a glimpse of his wordy paper. Bakugo slides his notebook across the table and over to you. “Check the circled parts,” He firmly instructed. “Alright,” Carefully leaning down and looking over his writing, you mutter the words to yourself.
“We’re visiting the beach next weekend; (you) should try coming too.”
“We’ll (look) into the problem and contact you when we have more information.”
“The doctor quickly approached us, informing us that they’re (constipated).”
Your brows furrow at the circled English words in front of you. “...Wow, uh, aren’t you romantic?” You falter, not knowing what to expect. Bakugo scowls at your reaction. “It was supposed to make you laugh, dumbass. What’s going on with you?” You and Bakugo have dated for just a few months until this point, but he’s already picked up on all your nervous mannerisms. He instantly caught on after you spaced out. There was no hiding anything from him; your facades were always seen right through. Bakugo hates when you keep everything bottled up, wishing you wouldn’t carry your burdens alone, but you couldn’t help but worry he’d look down on you. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, avoiding eye contact.
‘How the hell do I start this conversation?’ You thought as you repeatedly tapped your fingers against the table, worried you might come off as a cry baby or something. “I’m just--I’m worried that I’m the last person you should be dating...” Bakugo isn’t the greatest when comforting people; he merely responded with a confused “Hah?” “All of my old classmates made my life a living hell; I know it’s all solely because I didn’t bother trying to be douchebags like them, but a part of me is convinced I must’ve done something to deserve it.” You violently shivered from nervousness, not being able to contain your racing heart.
“They’d literally spend all their time insulting me, ruining my things, or trying to get me into trouble. Like... You don’t do that unless the person really sucks,” You continued, not being able to wrap your head around your old classmate’s aggression. “Tch, don’t be stupid; you don’t go out of your way to constantly pull that shit unless you don’t have a single better thing to do. But, God, don’t you understand how obsessed you have to be? They practically dedicated their life to just following you around. Sounds like fan behavior to me,” Bakugo confidently spoke without hesitation, reaching over to grasp both of your hands. “I can’t even begin to imagine how jealous those no-lifers must’ve been of you, Y/N. If you’re just walking around tryna live your life while those idiots were constantly breathing down your neck, who’s the real problem here?!” His temper was slowly starting to get the better of him; boy, was he ready to break someone’s neck.
“Pfft, that’s easy for you say, “Mr. I’m gonna be number one,” you’re amazing, Katsuki. Your psychotic tendencies aside-” “Die.” Bakugo hissed, talking over you. “You have such high grades, an incredibly powerful quirk, and never let anyone get in your way.” You praise, knowing that lots of people look up to him regardless of his nasty attitude. “Damn right!” He grins, raising his head with pride. You nervously play with your hair, trying to not pick at your hands. “I’m so lame in comparison. Am I even worth dating..?” Bakugo balls his hands into fists and slams the table’s surface. “That’s what those bastards want you to think, damn them! I’m in love with who you are, not the idea of you becoming a second me. As long as you’re taking care of yourself, the one person I give a shit about, then you’re already doing great, dumbass.” His gaze was intense; he wanted his words to knock some sense into you. Burying your face into your hands, you squeal over how sweet he’s being. “Awwww-” “Fuck off,” Bakugo groans, bashfully looking away.
“You have to spite those motherfuckers, work on being your best self and start enjoying your damn life, you hear me?!” Bakugo demands, trying to distract you from his blushing face. “Hell yeah!” You cheer, relieved that he didn’t make fun of you. Time had flown by, and the sun started to set. You began packing up your things, not wanting to be late for dinner.
Out of nowhere, you noticed how crusty your upper lip felt. Unlocking your phone and opening the camera, you flip it to the front-facing one. “...No fucking way!” Bakugo curiously looks at your jaw-dropped self. “Katsuki..!” you angrily mumble, staring at him in disbelief. He could not contain himself. The longer you stared, the harder he began to shake. “I’ve had this whip cream-stache for like fifteen god damn minutes! And you said nothing? Nothing?!” You cry, embarrassment burning every inch of your body. “BAHAHAHAHA!” Your realization only made it a million times funnier; Bakugo doubles over as he absolutely lost it. “You dick-head!” You dart your eyes over to your leftovers. Then, grabbing your remaining sponge cake, you throw yourself over the table and smack it into his face. “Hah!.. Oh fuck-” The murderous look in his eyes sent you running for it.
“You’ll never catch me alive, Katsuki!” You yell, sprinting down the road. “Of course not, you little fucker, I’m gonna tear you to shreds!” Bakugo roars from the cafe’s doorway. “You’ll pay for this, god damn it!” Yes, he did stay back and pay for your meals with a face full of frosting. Rushing back to U.A., you quickly hid in your dorm, spending some time thinking about Bakugo’s words. “Be my best self...” You ponder, not exactly sure what you’re aiming for. “Well, whatever that entails, I’m going to make sure those punks never get to my head again.” Smiling to yourself, for once, you felt excited for what was to come.
The next day, you and Bakugo peacefully walked through the halls together, trying to get to your next class. As you rounded the corner, Monoma was found creepily glaring at you both. “Oh for the love of-” He, of course, interrupted your dissatisfaction without hesitation. “Good to see you again, Y/N, Bakugo-” “Get lost, I’m not in the mood,” Bakugo grunts, wanting nothing to do with him. “Oh no, Mr. high and mighty isn’t in the mood to chat. How about you Y/N--yeesh,” Monoma turns to you, suddenly looking at you in disgust.
“Dorm life clearly hasn’t treated you well. What’s it like being so pathetic that they have to babysit your asses 24/7? You’ve clearly put on some weight after sitting around doing nothing all day.” Monoma cackles, trying to get a reaction out of you. Before you could even open your mouth to respond, you hear Kendo performing her signature knock-out move, but on Bakugo instead, he fell with a loud thud. “Sorry! Unfortunately, I have to bring that loser back alive,” Kendo apologizes, noticing that Bakugo was on the verge of actually killing that idiot. His clenched teeth, furrowed brows, and crackling fists were quite the giveaway. “But you can do the honors Y/N!” she happily grins, patiently awaiting your move. “Wait, what?” Before Monoma could run away, you speed behind him, kicking the back of his head down, shoving him into the ground, landing a brutal K.O. “Eat it, you asshole.” “Good hit!” Kendo praises, giving you a thumbs up before dragging his lifeless body away.
Walking over to Bakugo, you kneel down, pulling out your water bottle and flicking some droplets onto his twitching face. He struggled to fully wake up. “...What the-?” “I love you, Katsuki, but you have an unhealthy addiction with trying to kill people on sight.” You sigh, not wanting Kendo to have to karate chop his neck too. As you pull him up off the ground, he squeezes you into a hug. “You think I’m going to leave people who insult you alive? Think again, Y/N.” Bakugo smirks, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.
˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ thank you so much for giving me my first request @a-smol-ginger :D
₊˚✩ i hope you mind mind me changing the prompt a bit and that you enjoyed it ! hope you’re doing well, have a good rest of your day ! ! !
₊˚✩ for anyone who’s reading this and currently struggling, you’re an amazing person, please try your best to not let others get you down. they’re the ones wasting their energy trying to drag you down with them ! i believe in you, i know you’re going to do great things ! ! your happiness and wellbeing always comes first.
- mocha <3
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