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recently got a new drawing tablet (this is why fics have been coming out very very slow)

(i’ve referenced the pose for the hoshiumi drawing off a pinterest picture which had a user named ‘Tasutasu’ on tiktok. i searched up the name but i couldn’t find the account 😭 if anyone has it, send it through and ill edit this post)

MSBY Black Jackals🐺

Keychain and sticker at my st0re

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@/kt_qf3: 気づかれないと思った

The trio <3

Alt, ref, and full fit ideas under cut :]

Yachi is such a cutie patootie I tried to reflect it in her fit, kags likes baggy clothes and hinata the opposite, bro lives in crop tops.

Spa night ✨

Drawing dkbk every day for the month of October Day 2: Bento

feat: Extra Kacchan

HELLO! This is my first time requesting so my apologies if I didn't do it right

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(Katsuki x insomniac!reader)

I love your writing style smm, so I was hoping you could write one where the reader is like an insomniac, staying up late to be chronically online and stuff and Katsuki tries to help her ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

I struggle with insomnia quite a bit, and I just stay up, scrolling through my phone or computer even if I don't have anything to do on there. And it's not like a one time thing either, it's like every night, and the only way I actually go to sleep is holding my plushies or listening to ASMR/or calming music, but it still takes quite a long time for it to kick in.

So I would love it if you could convey that in one of your oneshots!!

If you don't wish to go through with my request for any reason, no worries and I hope you have a good rest of your evening! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I wish you tons of love and good times all around, thank you for listening (∩˃o˂∩)♡

katsuki trying to help his insomniac partner

katsuki was writing down what was on the board, listening to what mister aizawa was teaching when he turned his head to see you nodding off. he glared, and checked to see when the teacher wasn’t looking, then reached over to push your shoulder.

you slowly turned toward him and pouted, quietly grumbling, “what?”

“pay attention. you’re not failing this test, idiot.” he scoffed, changing his attention to his paper and trying to solve the equation in front of him.

after a few minutes, he heard a loud thump to his left, and he sighed once he saw what happened, your hair was splayed out everywhere, your head lay on the desk, and your arms wrapped around your head, protecting it in some sort of way. he reached his arm out, not caring about the equation anymore, and wrapped his hand around your bicep, squeezing it, and small explosions landed on your arm, causing there to be a black mark on your uniform.

you swatted his hand away, seemingly wide awake when he whispered, “we’re talking after class.”

you retorted and laughed, “no shit, katsuki, we always talk after class.”

he rolled his eyes and scoffed, done with your antics. but when the time came, and the class was done, school was officially over for the day, he dragged you by your hand into your dorm.

once you set your bags down and yawned, he asked, crossing his arms after he took his clothes off and changed, “why the hell are you always so tired during the day? do you not sleep or some stupid shit like that?”

you shook your head and then nodded, a little confused about how to explain it with just signals. you spoke, “i have insomnia.”

his eyes widened. well, now he felt like an asshole.

he mumbled, “first off, you need to sleep quicker and easier. what do you think makes you calmer and more sleepy?”

“i think being around people i like makes me sleepy because i feel relaxed around them, like a comfort person. then i like listening to asmr, i love listening to soft taps and crunchy sounds! it’s so cool!” you exclaimed.

he rolled his eyes. he didn’t know what the fuck asmr was, but he assumed it helped, so he spoke, “sleep with me tonight, and we’ll put that asmr thing on.”

“really?” you asked, eyes shining with admiration. all he was worrying about was your phone, as you managed to check it around a hundred times a day, even when you weren’t supposed to. who knew what you would be like at night?

so when it came to be around eight at night, you found yourself in katsuki’s dim room, with his large television screen opened up to the youtube app. you complained, “why are we here so early, kats?”

he answered, “because i’m guessing you take a long time to sleep. put on your favorite channel and get in bed.”

he stripped off his shirt as you took control of the remote, typing in the letters of your favorite asmr channel before clicking on a video. you climbed into bed with katsuki and crawled closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth.

after a couple of minutes, you reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone when katsuki forced your hand down. he argued, “no phones past eight.”

you immediately tried to argue as well, “but—“

“go the hell to bed. no phones.” he kept his word, and eventually your eyes started to feel heavy.

you mumbled, digging your face deeper into his side, and around two hours later, after conversations, and switching through multiple videos, he finally felt your breathing evening, and he sighed.

although you had to wake up early in the morning, two hours preparing to sleep was better than many more hours. he smirked to himself, katsuki had to make this part of your nightly routine.

hi i hope this was realistic enough! i’m so glad you love my writing, you have no idea how much this affects me

hi! could you do bakugo x reader and she gets pregnant while they're in UA? (college au)

Unplanned

Your hands tremble as you stare down at the tiny test in your grip. Two pink lines. It’s faint, but there. You check the instructions again, as if you haven’t already memorized them, as if the result is going to change.

“Oh, shit.” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open makes you jump. “Oi, what the hell’s takin’ you so long?” Bakugo’s gruff voice echoes in the small dorm bathroom.

You don’t respond immediately. You can’t. Your pulse is hammering in your ears, drowning out every rational thought. How are you supposed to tell him?

“Hey.” His voice is closer now. He must’ve stepped inside. “You sick or somethin’?”

You whip around, nearly knocking over the soap dispenser in your panic. “Katsuki!” You hide the test behind your back, swallowing thickly. “What are you doing in here?”

His eyes narrow. “What the hell do you mean? This is my dorm too, dumbass.”

Right. You’re in his dorm. You hadn’t even realized your feet took you here instead of your own.

His crimson eyes scan you, taking in your nervous stance, the way your shoulders are hunched, how your grip behind your back is so tight your knuckles have gone white. He scowls. “What are you hiding?”

Your heart lurches. “Nothing!”

“Bullshit.” He steps forward, faster than you can react, and before you know it, his hand is snatching the test from behind your back.

“Wait—”

But it’s too late. His gaze drops to the small stick in his grasp. A thick silence follows.

For once in his life, Katsuki Bakugo is speechless.

You watch his expression shift—confusion, realization, then something unreadable. His grip tightens around the test, and his breath comes out in a slow, controlled exhale. “The fuck is this?” His voice is eerily calm.

You swallow hard. “I… I just found out. I was going to tell you, I swear—”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He’s just standing there, staring at the test like it’s a grenade about to go off.

“Katsuki?” Your voice is small, and you hate it.

His gaze snaps to yours. “You’re pregnant?”

You nod.

Another silence.

Then, his shoulders sag. He rubs a rough hand down his face and exhales sharply. “Shit.”

“I know.”

His hands go to his hips, and he paces the tiny bathroom like a caged animal. “How the fuck did this happen? I mean, I know how it happened—” He stops and glares at you. “Were you not on the pill?”

Your jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just askin’!”

“I was!” You throw your hands up. “I don’t know, maybe it failed! Maybe you have super sperm! I don’t know, Katsuki, I didn’t exactly plan this either!”

He groans, dragging both hands through his hair before resting them on his hips again. His jaw is clenched so tight you think he might break his teeth.

“I can’t believe this,” he mutters.

Your stomach sinks. “You think I can?” Your voice wobbles. “Do you think I wanted this? We’re still in school, Katsuki.”

His head snaps up, and the way his gaze sharpens makes your breath hitch. “What? You think I’m just gonna ditch you?”

You blink. “I—”

“The hell do you take me for?” His voice is rough, but not angry. Not exactly. “I wouldn’t fucking do that.”

You suddenly feel small, vulnerable in a way you’re not used to. “I just… I don’t know what to do.”

He exhales slowly. When he steps forward, he’s cautious, deliberate. His hands land on your shoulders, firm but gentle. “Hey.” His voice is softer now. “We’ll figure it out.”

Your eyes sting. “Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah.” A deep breath. “We’re gonna be fine.”

You don’t know if that’s true. But for now, you let yourself believe him.

he truly is something special

every time i get to this part of the manga i remember why hinata is my favorite fictional character. like. he started playing volleyball because of a guy with a cool nickname who encouraged him to play and now HE is the one who motivates other people with HIS cool nickname hes really my son