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[kimmie2me]

Dynamite and His Player 2

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Twitch Gamer!Bakugou x AFAB!fem reader

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Bakugou glances over at the camera, brows furrowed as he adjusts his headset. "Alright, you extras, get ready to shut the hell up," he growls, his voice laced with annoyance. "She’s real. I’ve got her right here, and she’s playing with me tonight."

You laugh off-screen, causing his chat to explode with reactions. Up until now, they didn't believe a word Bakugou said when he claimed he had a girlfriend. After all, this is the guy known for his explosive reactions when things go slightly wrong. He grumbles, trying to keep his cool, but the slight blush on his cheeks gives him away.

The game loads up, some horror-puzzle co-op that requires a ton of coordination. But while Bakugou’s all business—focused on solving puzzles and surviving—you have other ideas. You’re busy teasing him, wandering off to explore the map, or purposely messing up just to get a rise out of him.

"Can you just—dammit! Will you STOP wandering off?" Bakugou snaps as he watches your character take another detour. "We’re supposed to be working together!"

You grin at the screen, purposely moving your character in circles. "Aw, come on, Suki~ We’re just having fun, right?"

His jaw clenches, and he mutters something under his breath about "not having fun if you keep screwing around." But his viewers are eating it up, laughing at his frustration and flooding the chat with comments like "She's brave for messing with him, LMAO😭😭" and "Bros .4 seconds away from exploding his monitor for the 10 millionth time🪦"

Eventually, he just huffs, slouching in his chair and mumbling, "Fine. Do whatever the hell you want. I’ll just wait here." His expression says he's beyond annoyed, but the hint of a smile peeking through his scowl gives away that maybe, just maybe, he's actually having a little fun too.

Grumpy Twitch Gamer Bakugou Headcanons

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— Every time he messes up, he narrows his eyes at the camera with that “are you stupid?” glare. Chat spams "IT’S NOT OUR FAULT!” and "WHY R U LOOKING AT US LIKE WE DID THAT??" but he just huffs, “If you idiots weren’t DISTRACTING me…”

— Bakugou’s streaming style is brutally honest—constantly throwing out curses like it’s second nature. If he dies in-game, his go-to is, “How the hell am I supposed to win with this garbage game?!” and he never blames himself, ever.

— He has zero chill. Every so often, he’ll pound the desk so hard that the camera shakes, and one time he punched his mic so fiercely that it cut out, leaving chat in hysterics as he tries to fix it, muttering about “this piece of crap gear.”

— After every gaming session, he gives a review of the game he’s playing—most of which devolve into full-on rants about terrible controls, stupid enemies, and “whoever the hell designed these levels.” At this point, it's an entire essay by the time he's done.

— There are moments when he hits the mute button just to scream or cuss off-mic. Chat sees him red-faced and mouthing words, knowing he’s losing it, which makes them spam laugh emotes to annoy him further.

— Sometimes, when things get really bad, he just simply says "Okay." and goes quiet, leaning in close to the screen with this intense focus. Chat knows that if he’s silent, it’s only because he’s plotting to obliterate whatever got him killed.

— It’s become a running joke with his followers—every time he streams, they place bets on which piece of his equipment he’ll break. He’s replaced his keyboard three times already and had to upgrade his camera stand because he broke the last one during a particularly heated rage quit.

— When he finally beats a level, he acts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “See? Wasn’t even hard, you just have to not be a dumbass.” Cue the smug smirk.

— Occasionally, in his absolute rage, he’ll end the stream immediately after a loss. One second he’s there, screaming at the game, and then—stream offline.

— Despite all the rage, he’s actually insanely good at gaming. When he goes on a winning streak, chat blows up with admiration, but he barely acknowledges it. “’Course I won—who the hell do you think I am?”

— He has zero patience for backseat gamers. “Oh, you think you could do better? Why don’t you go start your own damn channel, then!” The mods know by now to instantly time out anyone who even hints at suggesting how he should play, and the ban count is astronomical by the end of each stream.

— Occasionally, Bakugou gets so into the game that he goes almost silent, and chat jokes it’s an ASMR session because all they can hear is his intense breathing and muttered curses. “Oi, STOP saying it’s ASMR, it’s not ASMR, you freaks!”

— Loading screens are his worst enemy. Every single time, he glares directly into the camera, arms crossed and seething, ranting about the “stupid long loading times” and how he could’ve “beat the damn game twice by now.” and how "a whole child could've been born by now." Chat watches in suspense because they know the rage is simmering, just waiting to explode.

— If he’s playing a console game, the controller does not have a safe future. He’s thrown it across the room, slammed it on his knee or desk, and even threatened it like, “You’re next, you little piece of shit, keep messing up on me.” He’s gone through so many controllers that his sponsor had to send him extras.

— When he loses in a PvP game, he has 1,001 excuses. “Lag. Dumb luck. Exploiter. The devs nerfed my character, obviously.” If chat calls him out, he just scoffs, “You think that was my fault? Keep dreaming.” And the mods instantly clear out any “L” spam from chat because he’s already dangerously close to slamming his keyboard.

— His channel has special emotes for when he loses his temper—explosion icons, angry Bakugou faces, and even one of his own “ARE YOU FUCKIN’ KIDDING ME?!” face. Chat spams these whenever he starts heating up, which only fuels his fire.

— His viewers love to try and provoke him. Someone will innocently say, “Hey Dynamight, I think you missed something back there,” and he’ll instantly pause, glare at the screen, and say, “I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING, DUMBASS, WE'RE MOVING ON.” It’s like a game within the game for his followers. (He goes back to check right after.)

— “Easy mode?” he scoffs at the suggestion. “I’d rather throw myself into a fire than play on easy mode.” Even if he’s dying over and over, he’ll never, ever change the difficulty. Chat has tried for months to get him to switch, but he’s stubbornly loyal to “the only real mode” (aka Hard Mode, Nightmare mode or above).

— If he actually wins a match, he’s unbearable. He’ll sit there, grinning and basking in his victory, smirking at the camera with a smug, “And that, extras, is why I’m better than every single one of you.” Cue chat sarcastically clapping.

— He once had a bet with his mods that he’d try to do a stream without cursing or raging. He lasted five minutes before he exploded, screaming, “THIS GAME IS FUCKING RIGGED!” after an unexpected jump-scare. The mods were dying, and he banned half of them out of spite (they were unbanned five minutes later, but still).

— Every time he’s about to start a new game, he’s got this exaggerated, dramatic intro: “ALRIGHT, EXTRAS, prepare yourselves ‘cause we’re about to dominate the shit outta this game. And if I see anyone backseat gaming, you’re banned. Don’t even THINK about telling me what to do.”

— Every now and then, when he dies for the tenth time in a row, he just deadpans to the camera, “I swear to God, I’m deleting my channel after this.” Chat knows he’s bluffing, but they still spam crying emojis like “NOOO PLEASE DON’T” just to mess with him.

— Every so often, when he’s focused on a tough level, he’ll mutter something like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad, chat. Don’t tell anyone I said that,” and the comments absolutely blow up with hearts and “WE LOVE YOU, DYNAMIGHT.” He immediately goes red and yells, “Didn’t mean it, idiots!” but it’s too late.

— Once, he rage-quit a game so hard that his entire setup fell silent. He’d punched the desk, and the screen went black. Chat watched in shock as the stream just… cut off. The clip went viral, with an entire 30-minute compilation titled “Every time Dynamight destroyed his setup” He came back the next day, reacted to it, and you already know he gave the video a thumbs down and left a long hate comment.

— His mods convinced him to play a “relaxing, casual game” that was secretly full of jump scares. The first time it happened, he almost flipped his entire desk. He immediately banned half of his mods and told the rest they were “on thin ice.” Chat still laughs about it every time he plays a “cute” game.

[kimmie2me]

Lingering Hold

Imagine you’re navigating the bustling streets of Tokyo with Izuku, trying to keep up with him as he gently tugs you along. His hand is warm and steady in yours, making the packed, fast-moving crowd around you feel a little less overwhelming. You can feel his callouses against your palm, and every once in a while, he gives your hand a small squeeze, almost like he’s checking in to make sure you’re still there.

Finally, you both step out of the crowd and reach a quieter corner of the street. But Izuku doesn’t let go. His gaze flicks down to your hands, a faint blush on his cheeks. You glance up at him, waiting for him to move or say something. Instead, he just looks at you with a soft, almost shy smile that makes your heart race.

“We’re, uh… we’re out of the crowd now,” you point out, teasingly, but you don’t make a move to let go either. Izuku clears his throat and laughs softly, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Ah, yeah, I know,” he murmurs, looking away for a moment. But his fingers curl a little tighter around yours. “It’s just… I don’t mind holding on.”

[kimmie2me]

The Kiss Cure

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pro Hero!Bakugou x AFAB!fem reader

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It didn’t matter if it was big or small, every scrape, cut, or bruise on Bakugou Katsuki was always met with the same tender ritual. The first few times, he’d rolled his eyes, brushed it off with a “Tch,” like he thought it was childish. But then he got used to it, almost expecting it after a while, though he’d never say that out loud.

Every time he returned to you with a new injury, no matter how minor or how serious, you were there, ready to ease it with that gentle smile of yours and that ridiculous, adorable little habit he secretly adored.

“Just sit down, ‘Suki,” you said softly, guiding him to the kitchen chair after his latest mishap—this time, it was a shallow slice along his palm, thanks to a villain’s discarded glass shard. The injury wasn’t serious by any means, but you’d pulled out the first-aid kit like you were about to conduct a full surgery.

“Geez, ‘m fine. S’just a cut,” he muttered, but his hands were already in yours, palm turned upwards as you examined the shallow cut with careful eyes. He liked the way your fingertips brushed over his hand, firm but soft, confident as you worked.

“Did it bleed a lot?” you asked, voice laced with genuine concern, already reaching for a disinfectant wipe.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he huffed, but there was a hint of embarrassment in his tone as he avoided your eyes.

You grinned, knowing him too well. “I know, tough guy,” you teased, dabbing the cut with the wipe as he held back a slight wince. “But it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a little extra care.”

He didn’t say anything to that—just watched, cheeks dusted a faint pink, as you reached into the box and pulled out the collection of bandages you kept on hand. You always chose a new one every time, some cute or silly print that felt somehow right against all of his sharp edges. Today, it was a Hello Kitty plaster, complete with pink bows and sparkles, and you placed it over his cut with utmost seriousness.

Once the bandage was in place, you did what you always did—holding his hand gently, you leaned down and placed a small, lingering kiss on top, right over the bandage. “All better, now,” you whispered, finally looking up at him with that warm gaze he was slowly finding harder and harder to ignore.

Katsuki’s ears turned red, but he managed a grumble. “Doesn’t hurt or anything,” he said, but the way his hand stayed in yours a moment longer told you he appreciated it.

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A few days later, you found him sprawled on the couch, exhausted from a grueling fight with some hotshot villain from another district. There was a faint bruise along his temple, one you only noticed when you brushed back his bangs as you handed him a cold bottle of water.

“Ow,” he muttered as your fingertips grazed the bruise, but he didn’t pull away. In fact, he leaned into it ever so slightly, eyelids fluttering shut as you kept your fingers there, comforting.

“Wait here. I’ll grab an ice pack,” you murmured, already getting up to retrieve one from the freezer. When you returned, he was still lying there, eyes half-closed as he let you gently press the pack against his temple. He grumbled, but you could tell he was settling in, eyes drifting closed as he finally let himself unwind.

Sometime later, when the ice had long melted and the cool had turned lukewarm, he turned his head to find you watching him. Before he could say anything, you brushed a feather-light kiss just above his brow, where the bruise had faded to a dull ache.

“You feel better now?” you asked, voice soft and almost shy.

He rolled his eyes but didn’t protest. Instead, he mumbled, “Yeah…thanks, Cupcake.” He caught himself too late, and the way his eyes darted away almost made you laugh. He could mutter endearments when it was just the two of you, here in this safe space you’d carved out together.

You let the little slip of his usual guarded walls slide, curling up beside him on the couch as he rested his head against your shoulder. For a man who’d fought tooth and nail for the hero rank he held, he had a way of melting in your presence like he belonged nowhere else.

And it went like this for months, your quiet ritual of care. Sometimes it was a scrape from training too hard, other times it was a stiff shoulder from long patrol shifts, or a nick on his jaw where a stray piece of shrapnel had grazed him during a particularly rough skirmish. Every time, you’d pull out your first-aid kit, give him a once-over with those soft, gentle hands of yours, and finish it with a kiss, like a charm to heal whatever he’d faced that day.

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One day, after a particularly nasty encounter with a villain wielding fire, he came home with a small burn along his forearm. He’d downplayed it over the phone, but seeing the redness and faint blistering made your heart clench.

“It’s not bad,” he assured you quickly, seeing the look on your face. “They checked me over already, said it’s just a surface burn.”

He watched as you carefully smoothed burn cream over the wound, your brow knitted with focus. The silence hung heavy as you finished, and he thought you might say something about being more careful. But you never did. Instead, you smoothed a bit more cream over the edges, your eyes soft with that same unspoken affection.

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss just above the burn, eyes fluttering closed for a second. When you pulled back, you whispered, “I’m just glad you’re okay, ‘Suki.”

Something in him softened, and for a split second, he felt the words rise to the tip of his tongue—to tell you that maybe he liked the nickname, that maybe he’d grown to want this, want you by his side, through every cut and scrape and bruise.

But instead, he just murmured, “Thanks, Cupcake,” and pulled you in closer, his thumb brushing lightly against the back of your hand.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, your gentle routine settling into his life like a lullaby he never wanted to end. Sometimes he wondered if he was almost getting hurt on purpose, just to feel that reassuring press of your hands, that chaste kiss you’d place over whatever hurt he’d dragged himself home with.

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But one night, after a particularly brutal fight that left him battered and bruised beyond the small injuries you’d grown used to, he stumbled home, practically collapsing into your arms as you pulled him to the couch, hands working quickly to patch him up. He could see the worry etched across your face, your eyes watery as you tended to each cut and bruise with quiet determination.

When you finished, he lay there, head resting against your lap as your fingers brushed through his hair, soothing the ache with each touch. Finally, you leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his bruised cheek, and whispered, “All better now.”

For once, he didn’t hold back. “Feels better when you’re here,” he mumbled, voice raw and almost inaudible.

You didn’t say anything, just pressed another kiss to his cheek, holding him close. And as he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could get used to the feeling of being loved like this.

[kimmie2me]

Forehead Check (And Heart Check, Too)

A late afternoon sun filters through the high classroom windows, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, that heavy feeling pressing on the back of your eyelids. The world spins slightly as you look up at your notes, and Izuku’s face shifts into a worried frown when he catches your expression.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, voice soft yet unmistakably concerned. His eyes study yours carefully as you try to wave him off, mumbling something about the heat, but it’s half-hearted. You’ve been warm all day, and Izuku knows this look on you too well.

“Stay right there,” he says gently, scooting his chair closer to yours until his hand’s resting on your shoulder. Slowly, he leans in, his forehead pressing carefully against yours. His face, only inches away, radiates a comforting calm, his steady presence quietly reassuring.

A smile tugs at his lips. “You are warm,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper, as his gaze holds yours with unshakeable focus. “I think you might be coming down with something…”

His expression softens even more as he gently pulls back, leaving a lingering warmth from his closeness. “You should let Recovery Girl check,” he suggests, “just in case.” He’s practically hovering, his hands awkwardly fidgeting with his notebook as he waits for you to nod.

Maybe you’ll be stubborn and tell him it’s nothing. But Izuku’s already decided—he’s not leaving your side until he’s sure you’re okay.

[kimmie2me]

Footnotes in Fascination

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Midoriya Izuku x AFAB!fem reader

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It starts innocently enough in the middle of a class exercise at UA, when Midoriya, looking like he’s only half-listening to the instructor, leans over to you, his expression bright and eager.

“I… I hope this isn’t weird, but… your Quirk is really impressive!” he says, eyes wide as he holds out his 'Hero Analysis for the Future' notebook. “If you’re okay with it, could I… take a few notes? I don’t think I’ve seen anything like it before, and I’d love to understand more about how it works!”

You're taken aback for a second—he’s the famous Midoriya Izuku, the boy who saved Kota, Eri, and countless others. You’d heard about him from the rumors, how he was genuine, awkward in a sweet way, and a bit of a hero fanatic. Still, there’s something undeniably earnest in his request. You agree with a nod and a quiet “Sure,” wondering what he could possibly want to know.

Over the next few weeks, he comes by every so often, asking about details of your Quirk's mechanics, and you can’t help but find it a little cute how his eyes light up as he scribbles in his notebook. He’s all nerves and polite apologies, but his enthusiasm never seems to waver.

And then, one day, as you’re both talking, you try to glance over at his notes—he quickly closes the notebook, cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

“Ah! Um—n-not that there’s anything weird in here! Just, uh… you know! Hero studies!” he stammers, clearly flustered.

From then on, every time you try to sneak a peek, he quickly diverts the topic, almost as if his heart’s going to leap out of his chest if he lets you see what he wrote. You can’t help but wonder just what he’s hiding in those notes.

Midoriya’s Notebook – Entry on [Your Name]'s Quirk

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Day One: "Initial observations—her control is incredible. Such fine-tuned adjustments; it’s like she has total mastery over every part of her ability. Would love to ask her more about how long it took to develop that precision."

In the margin: “So cool!!”

Day Four:"Noticed how she combines her Quirk with defensive moves, especially in close combat—seems naturally skilled at adapting to her opponent's style! Her reflexes are amazing."

In the margin: “Amazing reflexes, would love to see more! She doesn’t even look like she’s trying that hard... wow!”

Day Seven: "Today she used her Quirk to protect a teammate during team training. Definitely a strategic thinker. Her reactions are intuitive, not pre-planned. She’s quick to adapt to changing situations—hero material."

In the margin: “Hero instincts! So impressive!!!”

Day Eleven: "I asked her about her training routine—she didn’t give too many details, but I’m positive she puts in extra time to build this kind of control. Will she let me ask again?"

In the margin: “Her fighting style is so unique. I’ve never seen anything like it! Hope she shares more with me.”

Random doodle on the side of the page: (A tiny, slightly lopsided drawing of you mid-action, looking pretty cool but also way too adorable. There are little stars around you.)

Day Fifteen: "Every time we work together, she surprises me with how capable she is. She makes it look effortless. Really wonder how she sees her own strengths… I mean, she’s got to know she’s… incredible, right?"

In the margin: “She’s seriously one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.”

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