Bloom Girlie, Idk If Someone Has Said This Yet But I Think Hanta Would Low-key Be Obsessed With Ben 10

fem bakukami kofi request :) tysm for ur support

i still have 2 slots open for anyone on here interested

this could be us😉

absolutely miss riuoz or should i call u… miss rizz…

ok so i’m on episode two of fallout and the different story lines are kinda overstimulating me but it’s ok cus ella purnells beautiful doe eyes calm me down

⋆˚࿔ shared spaces

kaminari moves into the spare bedroom in your apartment

contains: roommate!kaminari and gn!reader but feminine terms used. weezer mentioned

authors note: honestly this can be taken as romantic or platonic! i just had this idea and wanted to make a little smau out of it

I do NAWT appreciate u enough omg omg I love u I love ur writing

let’s start appreciating each other!!

you, me, a week long camping trip where we discover the deepest inner secrets of ourselves … 🚬

totally causal btw ^^

i miss you come here

including: k.bakugou, i.midoriya, s.todoroki, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero

gf reader misses the mha boys while they're away on a work study overseas warnings: sillyness, reader is referred to as a gf, kys joke a/n: I MISS YOU COME HERE AND OHHHHH ITS HARD TO SEE YOU BUT I WISH YOU WERE RIGHT HERE umm also sorry for disappearing i swr i'll get to my requests soon

navigation masterlist smau/text requests open only!

k.bakugou

i.midoriya

s.todoroki

e.kirishima

d.kaminari

h.sero

Thinking with your heart.

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☆ U.A. teacher Deku x pro-hero Dynamight!

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Clip Studio Paint | August 2, 2024

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They look so cute here I want to put them in my pocket ☹️

l've been thinking it'll be so cute if he visits him in the middle of classes bc his schedule is really busy as a hero, so he just goes to see Deku at any chance he gets 😊 maybe they have lunch together and Bakugou tells him about his missions and Deku gives his insight and also tells him about the interesting quirks of his students...

Bakugou trying to act normal and not spoil the big surprise he's been preparing for Deku with the rest of their friends... 🥲 and being so excited to tell him, but he doesn't want to spoil it...

⛧°. ཐི❤︎ཋྀ thinkin’ about goth gf!mikasa

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who has the worstttt rbf until she sees you. then she gets a soft little smile and her eyes light up. 

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who loves to dress up for you. she won’t outright admit it (after all, she dresses for herself first and foremost), but she does get pink in the cheeks when you compliment her and ask her to do a little 360 for you.

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who loves when you match with her. she’ll gift you a little cross charm and she lights up inside when she sees you keep it on your bag. she’ll paint your nails black to match hers. buy the same top in two different colors (black for her, yours in your favorite shade). 

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who finds you the best fits at the thrift store. she’s got the best eye for it and she’ll always pick out something cute for her baby. 

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who is your scary dog privilege. if her looks aren’t enough to scare off anyone trying to creep on you, her right hook sure is. no need to worry about a thing when you’re with her. 

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who sits in your lap to do your eyeliner “for practice” (she just wants an excuse to be close to you). 

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who is always putting you on new music. making 8hr long playlists for you is her love language. 

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who wipes her black cherry lipstick off your face with gentle hands after she kisses you. 

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who can play the piano and will learn your favorite songs to play for you while you’re over. if you’re really good, she might even sing for you. 

pics from pinterest, dividers by @/anitalenia (i think? could be wrong…) — happy lesbian visibility week!! i tried to keep this gender neutral but spiritually this is for the girlies!!! kenzie baby in particular bc we see the visionnnn 🧠💆‍♀️ anyways! love you girlkissers everywhere, lesbian and otherwise!! <33

spider monkey

hanta sero x fem!reader⋆｡°✩— college!au (still have quirks), hanta wants to recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with you, fluff, 1.6k words

a/n: for you @bloomstream

With a jangle of your keys, the door to your shared apartment opens. It’s a day like any other. You finished all your classes around 3pm and headed to the library to watch a few missed lectures. Before returning home, you grabbed some takeout from your boyfriend’s favourite noodle place.

And as you step inside, the salty-sweet scent of tender beef stir-fried noodles and miso soup diffusing in the air, you gasp at the utter pigsty before you. Books and couch cushions are scattered about the floor, the coffee table has been propped up against a wall, and there are metres of tape hanging from the ceiling fan.

You mutter in shock, “Oh my god.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a swathe of black hair and pale skin darting about. With a thud, Hanta lands in front of you in a low crouch.

Rising to his full height, he takes the takeout from your hands and exclaims, “Thanks, babe! Did you get-oh fuck yea!” He leans down and chastely kisses your cheek before heading into the kitchen. Your wide eyes are glued to how perfectly he avoids every obstacle on the floor as he digs through the bag.

You point around your living dishevelled room while stuttering, “U-uh, Hanta, honey. W-what’s going on?” He chuckles warmly as he drops the takeout on the bench and fetches some bowls and cutlery.

He shrugs, “Just testing out my skills, spider monkey.” You take tentative steps toward the kitchen, trying your best to dodge the mess. You’re almost there when you nearly trip on a particularly large cushion. You catch yourself at the last second before you can fall flat on your face (with your heavy-ass fugly backpack on too).

With lightning reflexes, your boyfriend is already next to you, prepared to catch you should you wobble. He steadies you by your forearms, his thin brows furrowed and his full lips slightly pouty.

Hanta asks worriedly, “Are you okay, babe?” You nod and hum reassuringly as you let him guide you to the kitchen unscathed. He squeezes your arm gently before letting go and returning to dishing out your dinner. You lean on the bench with your chest resting on your elbows as you ask him about his day.

Same old, same old. He remarks, “I was actually re-watching Spider-Man.”

You laugh, “Oh yea? How many times is that now? Like 50?” He pushes two bowls toward you, one with your favourite noodles and the other with your soup, and gestures for you to sit down.

The tongs clank beside the sink as he says defensively, “Yea, yea, well… How many times have you rewatched Twilight?” Your mouth falls open, and your hand stills, sauce-slick noodles slipping from your chopsticks.

“Hey!” You call out as he grins cockily and plops down beside you.

“Just saying it like how it is, MJ,” he taunts, his smirk widening as he slurps on miso.

You groan as you pick at your noodles like they have personally offended you, “Will you stop calling me that? My name isn’t MJ.” With a comical gulp, he stares at you for a moment, seeming to assess you in great detail.

Hanta’s slender fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips ghosting your jaw. He finally cups your chin and turns your face toward him, tired eyes roving over your features.

All the cheekiness is gone from his expression as he says seriously, “Is that a new pimple?” You push his hand off as he guffaws.

You groan, “Just shut up and eat your noodles, will you?” His palm slams on the table as he doubles over from laughter, earning an eye roll from you.

You stuff your mouth full of yummy goodness, ignoring his heart-warming chuckles, especially how they melt you from the inside out and take off the edge from a long day at college.

He breathes out, “I-it hurts.”

After swallowing, you lick your lips and frown, “Damn right it should.” You reach for a napkin, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He cups your cheek with one hand and pats your oily lips with the serviette in his other. In return, you thumb his under-eyes, catching all of his stray tears.

He pouts as you draw back, “I’m sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist.” You shake your head.

“I know.” Hanta places the dirty napkin on the bench and releases you, resigned to watch in contentment as you continue eating. After a minute, you gaze at him and see his lazy smile and fond eyes, his cheek squished by the palm he’s resting it on.

With a mouth half full, you say, “What?” He chuckles softly as he shakes his head and turns back to his meal.

He mutters, “Nothing.”

Gulping down your food, you whisper-yell, “Is my pimple really that bad?”

He groans, “No, spider-monkey. I was just admiring my super hot girlfriend, jeez.”

Dabbing your mouth dry, you giggle, “Oh, well then, why didn’t you say so?” He sighs before munching on his noodles. As per usual, he finishes before you and starts cleaning up.

While Hanta’s putting the leftovers in the fridge, he reassures you, “Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna fix the living room. Right after we kiss.” You nearly choked on your soup.

Coughing a little, you stutter, “W-what?”

He spins around and grins at you confidently, “I saw it today. You know, the iconic kiss scene? I was thinking that we could recreate it.” He stalks over to you and leans against the bench, his arms crossed as he continues, “I mean, I am kinda like Spider-Man, and you’re my MJ.” You roll your eyes and finish off your soup.

You thank your boyfriend while handing him your bowl, and he starts washing the dishes. You take up your rightful place by his side, drying and putting the dishes away once they’ve been cleaned. The rubbery snaps of the gloves cut through the quiet apartment as he yanks them off. He then wraps a strong arm around your shoulders and carefully leads you back to the living room.

Stopping in the middle, he raises his hands, palms facing you as he instructs, “Just stay there, okay?”

You whine, “But Hantaaaa, I’m gonna taste like noodles!” He drops his hands, head cocking to the side as gives you the “Are you being serious right now?” look. You nod and scamper off to the bathroom. You swish around mouthwash and spit it out before running back to him.

You chime whilst your heart pounds in your chest, “Okay, your turn!” He groans like this is the worst possible thing that’s ever happened to him and drags his feet to the bathroom, muttering to himself about how you two kiss all the time with morning breath or after dessert.

When he comes back, there’s a spring in his step. He stops in the hallway and calls out to you to stay right where you are. You nod and obey, slapping your palms on your sides as you wait for him to do his thing.

In the blink of an eye, tape shoots past you as he flies in front of you. You watch in awe as he rapidly jumps around the room, his tape sticking to various objects like the half-emptied bookshelves and couch until he wraps it around the tape-saturated ceiling fan.

You squeal as he covers it in impossibly more tape, “Hanta! You’re gonna break it, oh my god!” Your boyfriend has that cheeky smirk plastered across his face as he lowers himself down to you from the fan, hanging upside down. Your jaw is slack as he dangles right in front of you, his lips perfectly aligned with yours.

He says cockily, “You have a knack for getting in trouble.”

You groan, “Ugghhh Hanta.” You’re tempted to shove him just to see him swing from the ceiling, but you think better of it as you hear your fan creak.

He chuckles, “Fine fine, c’mere, MJ, n’ gimme a kiss.”

Sighing, you grab the sides of his face and tenderly kiss him. His lips are so warm and soft against yours, making you smirk. You knew that chapstick you bought for him last week was so worth it. He grips your hips and tugs you closer to him, making you yelp into his mouth. He swallows the sound whole as you tilt your head, the wet sounds of your kisses filling the air.

Once the ceiling fan groans like it’s on its last straw, you pull back and gaze up at it with wide eyes before looking at your boyfriend.

“Hanta!” You shriek.

He laughs breathily, “I know, I know. ‘M getting down now.”

You two spend the rest of the night cleaning up your living room. Hanta insisted that you sit down and relax, and you tried to really, took a shower, did a face mask and everything. But your poor pookie desperately needed help with ordering his comics by universe and release date. And the entire time, he was yapping off your ear about how cool he is.

Despite your attempts to humble him, you can’t help the smile permanently tattooed across your lips every time you think about your kiss, and more importantly, your very cool boyfriend.