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Hi I’m going to be reworking this and putting it on Ao3

Not sure if I’ll be posting it here but I want to keep working on it

Masterlist//If It’s Convenient For You

Ya girl finally made a masterpost instead of just linking each part! 

You work at a convenience store in a small town where heroes are hardly ever needed, and suddenly three of the top four new heroes walk into your store. Why are they here? And why is one of them so annoyingly perfect?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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Bakugou a drummer, sweaty af with the stamina of a god as he sets the tempo for the whole band in practice as they try to compose a new song. Going fast and hard until the break down where he slows it down and the lyrics can be heard just right as the guitar and bass follow his lead just to be built up to a heavy beat

And you're sitting in the corner and occasionally he looks up at you to make sure you're watching but most importantly that you're okay.

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anime men i think would commit tax fraud:

please dear god rb and add low quality images as you see fit

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𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐧 ♡

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time to get into new media! sure hope i wont get unreasonably attached to a random fictional character

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this started as a coconut head joke but I ended up doing a bunch of them lool

(☆ you can find them all as stickers here ☆)

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baby i’ve got half finished wips you couldn’t even imagine

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and they were housemates (musings) | bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: 18+! swears, bakugo’s beefy arms

a/n: been thinking about this a lot. a real lot.

part 1 | part 2

You sigh, again. Fingers centimetres from your phone tap the surface of the table, brain trying to focus on the textbook open in front of you, while your eyes wander back to that pesky phone.

“Oi,” Bakugo’s stare is on you from across the dining table, protein shaker gripped in both of his big hands as it rests on the surface. You absentmindedly watch the condensation drip down the side of it and pool slowly over his fingers. “Hey, dumbass?” He tries again, moving it out of your line of sight.

“Hm?” Your eyes jump up to his, take in the fleeting look of concern in his features, before it scrunches back into it’s resting-scowl-face.

“You’re upset.” He states, leaning back and throwing his elbow over the back of his chair, hand gesturing at you.

“Nah, I’m good; swear,” you flash him a grin, look down and try to find the place in your book where you left off. But you can feel his eyes on you; another thing to worry about. “Aren’t you going to the gym?”

“I was,” he says, in that tone that screams I already told you, “fifteen minutes ago.” He explains, irritation coating his tone.

You throw him a fleeting smile, a quick: “okay, sweat a lot.” Before giving the textbook your full— unfocused— attention.

“I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong,” he pushes, and you catch his arm flex as he takes a sip of his drink out of your peripherals.

You’re distracted again when your brain decides to give said arm your full attention, counting the little silver slithers of scar tissue wrapping his forearm, his bicep: one, two, three, four—

“Alright, I’m serious now,” he slams the shaker back onto the table, “tell me, or I’m taking you with me to the gym.”

“No...” is your immediate response, the whine in your throat even irritating you.

“So, tell me! You’re clearly not fucking focusing.”

“Language, Katsuki!” You shoot back, deepening his scowl.

“Fine, don’t tell me.” He grumbles with finality, pushing out of his chair and digging his hand in his pocket, pulling out a fiver and slamming it onto the table.

Great, a tantrum.

It’s a knee-jerk reaction, “He dumped me,” slipping from your lips, forehead hitting the table, hand reaching for your phone.

“What?” He asks as you unlock your phone, bringing the conversation back up.

“I think we should see other people,” you read aloud, “you’re not into me like I’m into you.” Tears well in your eyes as you scroll down the convo, you sending message after message and getting no response.

“Wait, rewind,” he starts, annoyed. You look up just in time to see him fall back into the chair, scowl deep and teeth bared. “He did this... over text?”

“Huh? Yeah?”

“What a fucking coward,”

You laugh humourlessly, “no doubt.”

“Well, why the hell are you wallowing?”

“Because.”

“Because why? He’s dead fucking weight—“

“Oh my god,”

“You’re way better off without him!”

“My vagina isn’t,” you mumble, low enough so that he can’t hear you.

“Your what?”

“It doesn’t matter; who even dumps people over text anymore?”

He watches you for a moment, before his trap opens again, “get your shit, I’ll take you through a workout.”

“No; god, that is actually the worst idea?”

“Hurry up!” He snaps, sighing before he downs a mouthful of his protein shake. “You can do with the endorphins,” he meets your eyes, “they’ll make you feel better, think clearer.”

There’s a staring contest, him looking down his nose at you, you glaring up at him with a cheek smushed to the table. Maybe getting out will do you good? Not like you’re actually soaking up any of the reading you’ve been doing for the past two hours.

“Fine,” you sit up, watching as your roommates scowl morphs into a cocky smirk. “But that’s ten more dollars for the swear jar, stupid.”

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•haikyu boys and their viral tweet•

kuroo

akaashi

suna

hinata

atsumu

bokuto

oikawa

sakusa

kenma

tsukki

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atsumu is somewhere out there sobbing and punching air going “wait babe you find osamu attractive???” like babe you’re twins wdym ofc i do

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I’ve seen people pass around the “hold up, I’m googlin’ something” image but it cropped out the part where he was googling “how many guys can one guy take”

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thinking about him

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Source: This

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Bokuto, Mattsukawa, Meian, Osamu, Aran, Nishinoya, Konoha, Semi, and Kuroo flop themselves on top of you before bed and say they’re your personal weighted blanket.

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“A block that’s not scary isn’t actually a block.”