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sillyphobia · 2 years

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MHA STREAMER AU

[HERO NAMES = CHANNEL NAMES LOL]

Deku/Izuku - he plays more chill games, less pvp but it does happen! he gives me dolphin energy (being someone who spends a decent amount on in game purchases but doesnt spend a ton.)

Bakugo/Forgot hero name - he got famous after a clip of him raging went viral. he mostly plays pvp and is usually at the top of games billboards. hes mostly well known for his over the top reactions, hes been banned from many MANY streaming sites for swearing too much and threatening people.

Shoto/Todoroki - Rich kid who is pretty, so hes famous. He started streaming because his older brother let him play a game on stream with him and the chat wanted him to start streaming again. He collaborates with Deku frequently!

Red Riot/Kirishima - He was a rlly sad kid who watched a long time streamer known as Crimson Riot. He is enthusiastic and a rlly good sportsman! He is the only person to have beaten Bakugo on stream, which really kicked him off!

Chargebolt/Kaminari - Hes funny! Thats what really kicked him off, some youtube video called “Chargebolt being my spirit animal for 5 minutes and 10 seconds” by a popular meme channel, and he got many followers. He mostly cries when he loses, and frequently plays with Bakugo, Red Riot, Earphone Jack, Cellophane and Pinky!

Earphone Jack - She started off playing VNs and rpgs, but is surprisingly rlly good at FPS’! She had to ban the word “Egirl” from her chat because she was tired of being called that.

Cellophane - He wears a mask when he streams and is known for being really chill and talking with the chat a lot between games. Type of guy to individually greet everyone in chat.

Pinky - Got famous for her fun personality! She gave the group of Bakugo, Red Riot, Earphone Jack, Chargebolt, Cellophane and her the name “Bakusquad” and her and Kaminari run a channel of highlights from their collab streams, though kaminari does most of the editing.

Tenya/Iida - He isn’t even a streamer, just a famous chat moderator whos a bit too strict. His brother does streaming on the side too, which is how he met Deku, Uravity, Shoto and Froppy.

Uravity - Shes cutesy, smart, and very good at gaming. She gets a lot of annoying dudebros in her chat who she can and will argue with while kicking digital ass.

Froppy - She is well known for sticking to her frog theme, and gets frequent fan mail with frog stuff! She always greets the people in chat and doesn’t play much PvPs, but when she does, she mostly heals.

Shinsou - He has a face cam but its rlly dark in his room, so his face is mostly obscured. Gets called unconventionally attractive all the time. He accidentally gathered a fanbase of “Omg do u get enough sleep at night 🥺🥺🥺” girls and doesn’t have a real streaming schedule. He once accidentally played a game with Chargebolt in it and has never felt peace since.

Creati/Momo - She mostly makes merch designs for other streamers and her art account alias is Creati. She has had every deluxe art brand sponsor her.

Hawks/Keigo - Rich boy whos decent at video games, whale, charming, type of guy to have a mostly teen girl fanbase. Very active on Instagram. Ridiculously high sub count. Surprisingly collabs with the group known as the “League Of Villains” very frequently. Got doxxed a million times by random ass people. He plays all types of games.

Dabi/Touya - Faceless streamer, people like his voice. Guys kinda emo. Worlds most sarcastic streamer ever. Extremely active on twitter. Got canceled for calling his friend gay, had to make a twitter post saying he likes men, also gets doxxed a lot, no thanks to Shoto. Plays mostly PvPs and horror games. In the LOV gamer group, started the discord server.

Toga - Vtuber. She plays violent video games. In the LOV. Sets up VCs for the LOV + occasionally Hawks to play random games together. Also collabs with Deku and Uravity sometimes! She is active well known on Tik Tok as well.

Shigaraki - Most of the time he doesnt even have voice on, and never has face on. He barely ever streams in the first place but when he does it gets either 3 viewers or 300,000.

Mr Compress - Literally just gor famous for pranking LOV members with shitty magic tricks. Sometimes streams with the others. He does the editing for the official LOV youtube account.

BONUS!

Fuyumi has a cooking channel! Dekusquad and Bakusquad both frequently have fake internet fights. Once Hawks accidentally screamed super loud on a stream with Dabi while they were playing FNAF.

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after-witch · 3 years

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Thanks For Your Donation! [Yandere Shigaraki x Twitch Streamer Reader]

Title: Thanks For Your Donation! [Yandere Shigaraki x Twitch Streamer Reader]

Synopsis: request, “Please I love that troupe where Shigaraki gets obsessed with a twitch stream and deluded himself into believing they’re together until he finally takes her home 🥰”

notes: yandere, kidnapping mention, creeper

Shigaraki glances down at the notification on his phone and his chest suddenly feels tight, anxiety blooming across his skin which makes him want to scratch, scratch, scratch. Your Twitch is live again--fuck, he can’t miss it. He rapidly presses the save button on his Switch, impatient to devote his entire attention to his phone screen--to you.

But fuck, do you make it hard on him lately. You stream so much more now that you’ve gotten followers, gotten popular; donations have become a regular feature rather than something surprising, but those other guys, the ones who flash big donations and write insipid comments, aren’t really fans of yours. Not like he is. He’s been watching and donating and praising you since you were a nobody, a nothing streamer with barely 10 viewers per stream.

That was back when you used to just play games with your cheap little pink earbuds and your messy room behind you. When you used to feel more real, used to express yourself more openly.

You stumbled over words and reacted naturally, which meant you were boring--or you would be boring, to someone that didn’t know you like he did. Sometimes the small circle of viewers would dwindle down to just Shigaraki and you’d talk to him, only him, replying to his chat messages with earnest honesty. Smiles. Jokes. It was so goddamn cute. He always donated one last time before signing off for the night and you would curl your fingers in a heart and cheerfully bid him good night.

But now that you’re getting big, you’re more polished, more presentable, more popular. And less… like you, he thinks. You cleared out some little room just for your gaming streams and you have a nice headset now, a background that he can tell you carefully set up to create just the right vibe. You don’t have time for one-on-one convos with your viewers, because your streams never dwindle down, never fizzle out until you’re left awkwardly signing off.

They’re full-fledged productions, now, whether you’re gaming or doing a Q&A or--these have become one of his favorites--doing a cute yet clearly rehearsed “sleepy morning” stream in your pajamas, picture-perfect coffee in your hand, where you muse about life and love and strawberry pancakes.

It’s cute, he admits, but it’s also too rehearsed. He misses the real you, the real personality that you used to let shine through when hardly anybody was watching. You would only show the real you for him, but now that he’s just one amongst a crowd, you keep yourself protected. He understands. You have an image to maintain, after all.

It’s even changed your gaming habits. Now when you game, you react so dramatically, bordering on ridiculous. You would never scream at a horror game before--sure, you might cringe, or admit that your heart is pounding like a hammer, but you weren’t cartoonish. But it’s what those losers watching want--they want you to open your mouth so big when something scary happens in a game so they can screencap it and imagine you’re opening your mouth to do something… else. They want you to scream girlishly at jump scares or dramatically fawn over cute guy characters. And of course, they want you to react when they donate--they want to hear those sweet little words: “Thank you sooo much, you’re my number one fan!”

It’s your new little catch phrase, something you’ve integrated into every stream now. It’s even in your intro--“Hello, all my number one fans!” It’s an in-joke now between your followers. All part of your brand.

Shigaraki knows you don’t mean to hurt him by calling other guys your number one fan. But it does. But it’s okay. He doesn’t hold it against you. He knows that you don’t really mean it, when you’re saying it to them; he’s smart, he can tell the difference in how you react to his donations versus the donations from the absolute shitheads who watch your streams.

You mean it when you call him your number one fan. It’s the only way he can get you to say his name, now that you’re too busy to really respond properly to the chat. And it’s fine, really, nothing to get too upset over. Because when you finally meet in person, he’ll explain that he’s the only number one fan that you’ll ever need.

He jumps into the stream, annoyed at having missed the beginning, but what he sees on the screen instantly melts away any emotion other than pure adoration and obsession. You’re very… pink today. A pink oversized sweater and pink cat headphones and even glossy pink lipstick that makes your mouth look like candy.

None of the freaks watching the stream know this, but Shigaraki is the reason why you feel comfortable wearing pink. He remembers one of your early streams, where you wondered out loud if it was cliche to be a girl gamer who likes pink; he’d told you that it was fine, and you’d thanked him. Who knows, without his sage advice, you might be wearing clothing you didn’t like. Wouldn’t that be a shame? He makes a mental note to remind you to thank him, somewhere down the line. Maybe when you were out on a date and wearing a short pink skirt and urging him to take a sip of your vanilla-cherry milkshake, letting him put his lips right on your straw.

A date… the thought makes him feel tight all over. Would you date him? I mean, you were practically dating already, truth be told. It just needed to be formalized. He’d spent so much money on you, and in the early days he knew exactly what his donations bought because you’d happily chatter on about getting a new game or perfume or stack of light novels because of his generosity. Of course, you didn’t talk as much as you used to--well, practically never, except when he donated--but that couldn’t be helped. You were stretched thin, being pulled in directions by these so-called-fans who watched your streams but didn’t give a fuck about the real you underneath. The real you that Shigaraki knows all too well.

Would you date him? No, more than that--did you love him? The way he loves you? The thought of the real you, the one who didn’t bite her lip oh-so-obviously in a bid to look adorable, the one who didn’t mind eating messy lunches while she gamed, the one who always always made sure to wish Shigaraki good night, makes him want to find out.

He rarely participates in the chat nowadays. There’s no point, when you rarely respond to anything other than answers to questions you ask, and even then you cherry pick from the countless replies that pop up in seconds. Donating is the best way to catch your eye, to hear those sweet words from your lips that you only mean when he donates.

But something makes him want to try, today. Maybe it’s all his nostalgia for your early days, the early connection you made that is still going strong. Maybe it’s the allure of the glossy pink lipstick smeared across your lips, making him think about how you might taste of cherries or strawberries or pure sugar.

Whatever it is, it’s pulling his fingers towards the chat, and before he knows it, he’s rapidly typed and hit enter. The second he does he begins to scratch furiously at his neck and he can feel the blood even as his message is quickly dominated by other messages in the chat, inane bullshit.

Tomura001: sry for the sudden question but I need to ask you something personal do you love me?

As a quick thought, he makes a donation, just to ease the nervousness that was flooding through him with every passing millisecond.

He hardly blinks as he stares intently at you, sitting in your chair with your pink lips and pink headphone and soft skin and--you glance over, where he knows you keep a larger screen to see the chat.

And suddenly, you’re speaking.

“Awww,” you say, your voice sweet and flattered, even. “Tomura! Of course I love you! You’re my number one fan!”

He can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You do love him. I mean, he knew this already; it’s the little things, like how you still have the light novels you bought with his money on your bookshelf and you thank him for his donations like you mean it and you feel confident enough to wear pink, all thanks to him. But he’s never heard it from your mouth before. From your lips. Soft and pink and inviting.

You love him.

He sets the phone down, a rare occurrence when he’s glued to your streams. But the emotions rushing through him are so strong that he’s worried it will slip out of his fingers and fall, crack on the floor.

He loves you. You love him. You belong to him. So why are you wasting your fucking time streaming to a bunch of worthless losers who don’t care about you? He can buy you the things you want, the things you like. He can clear out some space in his room so you can game together. And he knows girls like things clean, so he’ll even throw out the used soda cans and food wrappers before he brings you home. You’ll appreciate that, just like you appreciated his donations and late-night practically empty stream chats. You’ll be happy with him. And he can see you and hear you and touch you in a way that he’s been dreaming about (and you’ve been dreaming about, he knows) for ages.

All he has to do is find your address--easy enough--and you’ll be living it up with him before you know it.

He chews on his lip and picks up his phone. You’ve moved on--you had to, didn’t you, to keep those viewers donating--but he can tell by the way your lips are pursued that you’re thinking about him.

Your number one fan.

#yandere shigaraki tomura #yandere shigaraki #yandere #yandere x reader #shigaraki x reader #afterwitch writes #I am def. doing part 2 of this eventually

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slvrtnge · 3 years

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» new hideout || DABI x fem! reader

» welcome!

» writing type: fanfic (full writing)

» ship/ relationship: dabi x rem! reader

» warnings: none / fluff

summary: After being chased out of their old hideout by heroes, the LOV goes on the hunt for a new base of operations, lucky for them DABI’s girlfriend is more than willing to share. It's a complete surprise for the LOV, discovering their resident emo is dating who seems to be the softest person on the planet- and also just so happens to be a popular streamer/ youtuber known for defending vigilantes and villains.

Muttered curses escaped Shigaraki’s mouth as he, alongside the rest of the League, only just managed to slip into a maze of alleys and lose their annoyingly loud tail-- Endeavour.

Toga lay collapsed on her back, glaring empty threats at the sun that seemed to latch onto the group’s dark aesthetic and burn them. Beside her, propped against a wall, Twice wrapped bandages around a possibly unconscious-- or dead-looking Spinner.

Amongst the homeless, ragtag group of villains only two appeared unaffected by the situation: Compress, who had previously expressed a need to constantly look confident to play the role of a proper performer; and Dabi, who eerily wore a creepy smile as he glanced over the message on his phone before speedily typing up a response.

Shigaraki, having finally caught onto the unusual smile on his subordinate’s face, quickly spoke up,

“Oi asshole, finally gone batshit insane or got some good news for us?” - a snarl was prominent on his face, not finding nearly as much amusement as Dabi clearly was.

“Don't take a bite at the hand that feeds you, or in this case houses all of our pleb asses.”

It was a simple reply, the tone and vulgar word choice familiar to the group, yet the implications of his words left everyone wide-eyed, leaping up and staring at him with something akin to surprise and ‘genuine’ joy and happiness.

Finally looking up from his burnt and smashed phone, Dabi took a glance over his partners in crime before letting out a sigh, the explaining himself:

“My ‘close acquaintance’ lives nearby-- she’s willing to let us crash at her place as long as we don’t fuck it all up. It’s a big house, practically bordering on a mansion, one and it's got plenty of room and games to play; looking at you handjob.”

Looking down at his phone once more, he clicked the power button on the side and pocketed it, removing himself from where he was leaning on one of the alley walls and walking to the entrance- or exit- of the alley,

“Pick up the pace, it’s either this or the abandoned mental hospital four streets down, and I'd rather not spend the next month or so sleeping in a bathtub that’s most likely seen more deaths than even old handjob here has.”

Resigning to their fate, the rest of the League members composed themselves, before rushing after Dabi: Toga and Twice relentlessly teasing him for finally opening up, and about having a girlfriend of all things.

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The League stood before a large gate guarding a picturesque, modern chateau that apparently belonged to their blue-fired emo-- yeah, no way that he didn’t just choose a random house with the residents away to try and impress the rest of them.

“Seriously, Dabi if you wanted us to start killing off the rich sooner you could’ve just said- no need to bring us here for a surprise murder! Personally, I think Dabi’s doing quite well for himself if he’s got a girlfriend this rich: let’s kill her off and steal her inheritance!”

Twice wasn’t doing much to calm everyone’s nerves, having been laying low in abandoned warehouses and crippling houses just short of collapsing, a place that stood directly in the middle of the chaos of the city and held its tall stature alongside the other snobby houses in the street around it was quite the change.

Dabi sneered once more before walking up to the slightly worn keypad at the side of the gate, glancing down at his phone and typing in the code. The rest slightly expected alarms to start blaring, for red and blue lights to start filling their vision as disgusting screeching from police cars pounded on their skulls, but instead: a mechanical clicking could be heard alongside the turning of gears as the gate in front of them pulled apart to let them pass,

“Don't stare all day, believe or not we’re still criminals on the run and the snotty bitches around here won’t hesitate to call the police on us.”

And with that, the League dragged themselves through the gates, mumbling about the distaste of this situation- Toga chasing after Spinner down the driveway, kicking up stones that crumpled under their feet, stirring up dust.

Around the front of the house sat a garden of moss- whether the choice was made for the environment or out of laziness left unclear. A few small fountains are artificial small waterfalls to spread moisture lay around, splattering the surrounding areas with water.

The patio was rather plain, a space to leave neglected packages and mail, alongside a bench and coffee table set that showed signs of weathering. The thing that stood out the most against the withering patio was the large, black, pristine door with a silver handle and two locks-- which just so happened to be left unlocked by a possibly forgetful owner.

The League’s fire user cut through the stunned silence by reaching a hand out to the door and pushing it open, yelling out to his girlfriend who was yet to be seen:

“[y/n], I brought the idiots as you wanted! Where are you?”

A muffled ‘here’ could be heard from across the house, Dabi walking further into the house to find the source, while the others followed like lost ducks.

The group of villains stumbled through a front room, past a dining table and marble kitchen before arriving in a decent-sized room. The dull lighting called attention to the bright flashing and movements on the monitor/ TV. Clicking and clunking made its way to their ears as the girl slumped over in a beanbag surrounded by plushies and teddies of differing sizes. Suddenly, the sound of a distant gunshot blew through the room, blasting from speakers to create a surround sound effect-- Spinner jumped slightly at the disruption while Shigaraki eyed the giant screen which now displayed a ‘game over’ message on it.

The girl seemed upset over the loss, yet quickly placed down her controller and spun around, grabbing a small remote and holding down to turn the lights back to their full brightness- temporarily blinding the members.

In front of them stood a girl with an average build, a cat plushy squished between one arm as she gently smiled at the League- no resemblance of fear, horror or disgust that they were usually greeted with.

“Hello, you’re the League of Villains, right? Please make yourselves at home, just try not to break anything!”

The welcoming grin across her face greatly contrasted the manic one on Dabi’s; full of evil satisfaction at his ‘teammates’ stupefied faces. Meanwhile, only one coherent thought ran through the shocked group’s brains:

‘How the fuck did this dickhead get a girlfriend as sweet as her?’

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