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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥First Kisses with Bakugou Katsuki ( x reader fluff)

“Can we do that again? Kiss- I mean?”

Bakugou Katsuki for @bakucuddles

> I hope you like where I went with this <3 Always love writing for our explosion boy :)

Warnings of Cursing on Bakugou's part, Gender-Neutral reader and slightly suggestive in the sense they are making out on his bed :)

An array of colors behind your closed eyes, and the feeling of warm hungry lips against yours. Your thoughts are foggy and the only apparent thing is his steady large hand on the back of your head, the other sliding up your sides as you feel the cushion beneath you give way under the weight of your body being pressed against it. The song of the movie credits blurred in the distance as all you can hear are his mutters and hushed breathing against your lips. Fingers tangled in his rough ash blonde hair, and your own breath stuttering as you find yourself melting against his touch, lips interlocked tightly together.

You pull away to breathe, arms still wrapped around his neck as you look up into his crimson eyes panting slightly, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks in a flush of embarrassment at his determined gaze, his slightly parted lips still half forming a kiss and his figure over you. He was breathing heavier, too, and you can’t help but feel confident now that you know you have the same effect on him, he has on you. You don’t remember how you had gotten into this situation, only recalling him inviting you to stay longer in his dorm to watch this new movie with him. It wasn’t unlike him to invite you to stick around a bit more, so you had just accepted and joined him on his bed for the next few hours.

The Movie itself was nothing special, but the colors of the TV screen reflected so dreamily in his eyes, bouncing across his features, curves, and edges alike to paint him even more eye-catching than before. You remember how he had caught you staring at him, with that stupid grin of his and a cocky attitude. Recalling crimson hues hushing from your lips back to your eyes, or the small inching closer to each other just minutes earlier, your mind becomes less foggy as your heartbeat calms down, not beating out of its lane anymore. However it was you got here, you know you didn’t want to leave just yet, to keep this side of him to yourself for a bit longer. The careful treading of his hands and his warm breath against your skin, the mix of emotions of affection and want in his eyes, or how ruffled his hair looked with your fingers locked between the strands. So rare and so precious, you didn’t care how much of the movie you’d be missing.

“Can we?” Your voice was still quiet, still breathy after all that making out, lips slightly bruised from his exploration, curious and hungry kisses. “Do that again?” He finishes, his own voice hushed and low, but still so drunk in this affectionate moment. Eagerly you nod, and only seconds after you can feel his lips pressed against yours again. This kissing would be followed by a long talk, about feelings and butterflies, about how serious this would be for the both of you. But if anything, you already looked forward to it. His cheeks flushed and his voice hushed, for your ears only, vulnerable and warm, as he tries to explain what he feels. You know this is difficult for him, you can feel how unsure some of his movements are, how hard it can be for him to be so raw with someone else, so you’ll reassure him as much as you can, tell him how much you feel for him just the same. Once the movie is silent, and your kisses are slower. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this-” “I really really like you, dumbass. Can’t you tell? Don’t make me fuckin’ say it.” And “If you tell anyone that I said that you’re fucking dead- I’ll kiss you to death, hear me?”

BABE WAKE UP WE’RE IN IZU LOVING HOURS NOW!! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

IZUKU GETS A BATH!!! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

HE GETS SOME SLEEP!!!! ψ(｀∇´)ψ♡

THEY’RE ALL SO CUTE!!!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡♡

You are consciousness. Everything is consciousness. Everything is you. You are the source.

That being said, when you tell yourself you have your desires, you’re not just wishing or trying to convince someone that it’s true, you are stating that fact for everyone in the YOUniverse to hear and everyone is stating that fact back to you.

”The outer world” speaks with the same voice as you. The affirmations you say are the same ones it says. When you say ”I have 10k in my bank account rn” it too says ”I have 10k in my bank account rn”. Because it is you.

What you tell yourself HAS to be true, because there’s only you. You’re the director of this movie and the author of this book, babe. Without you the story wouldn’t unfold.

Tell yourself there’s no delay. Tell yourself that you can have anything you want. It’s just as easy to conjure that reality in ”the outer world” as it is in ”imagination”. Just drop the terms and separation, they’re one and the same!

ALR so i know this isn’t all fancy like my other posts but I had a thought and immediately needed to jot it down and tell y’all.

,deku and Kirishima LOVE ppl that have a hippie lifestyle.

Lemme elaborate

Something about the freedom, the joy, the nature, the peace, draws them in

Izuku loves that they are always up for an adventure, that they do everything to make the world a more joyful place, he sees it as another way of what heroes do. Also that if there are certain parts of the lifestyle that u enjoy, or he’s curious about, he’ll note everything down and talk to u about it, and I think he implements some of the style into his everyday wear, like bracelets, necklaces, tye dye, hell maybe even bandanas. Just the simple stuff.

Kiri loves the nature, the hikes, the forests, also if he has a partner that li,es crystals- instant marriage. Like right away. Calling bakugou to be his best man. Bcos (headcannon time!) my guy has always liked collecting rocks, and knowing that theirs ones that are pretty, shiny, colourful AND help u? Yes take him to ur local metaphysical store for a date.

ALSO. zuku LOVES plant ppl. Walking into ur dorm and seeing a new type of plant, sprinting to grab his notebook and writing down everything about it.

And eiji loves the kind of trippy vibe some hippies have in their rooms, the tapestries, lights, paintings, all of it. He loves colour. So that’s right up his alley.

So in conclusion, they are to adventurous, curious, adorable sweethearts who fall for the ppl at their local cafe that have 60s band shirts, crystal necklaces and smell like incense. They are sweethearts.

Random Izuku Midoriya Headcannons

I feel like he has a lot of notebooks, not just for heroes but for other things he's into.

I think he loves conspiracy theories and mysteries so at 3 in the morning Izuku and Shoto are just on the phone talking about different theories they like.

I also think he's a theater nerd, but I feel like his favorite musical would be Hamilton because in some ways I feel like he relates to Alexander.

I can see him building Lego sets in his free time

I feel like Izuku is the type of person to say sorry when it isn't his fault or not complain too much (same lmao)

So let's say that the class went out for lunch at some restaurant and Izuku ordered one thing and got something else.

He would not say anything

He doesn't want to bother the staff

(I may be self projecting here but eh🤷‍♀️)

I feel like the reason he doesn't listen to the adults when they tell him to back off on saving people when he knows he's hurt is so that he doesn't feel like a burden.

I feel like Pro hero Izuku would like dye his hair or sit in an Ice bath or do some random fun stuff for charity.

I honestly feel like I'm becoming a my hero blog. Anyways here's a short thing I came up with. Hope it wasn't too depressing 💚

pairing: shoto x fem!reader | tw: swearing, insecurities

The gentle yet firm tug on his right wrist catches SHOTO off guard. Heterochromatic eyes widen ever so slightly as he drinks in the sight — your pretty face, bright smile, and adoring eyes — right in front of him. Instinctively, he releases a nervous gasp when you pull him closer and cup his cheek below his burn scar.

“Is that all that you’re worried about?” Your gaze is soft, so loving and affectionate, rendering him speechless and his mind blank. But he nods nonetheless, unsure where your question is heading. “I fall for you because you’re you. I don’t care whether or not you can cook a full-course meal.”

He leans into your touch, letting your words process in his mind before a lump forms in his throat and his eyes turn glassy. He bites his bottom lip to stop his tears from spilling out. But you quickly cup his face in your hands, wiping his tears away with your thumbs.

After voicing out all his insecurities as your boyfriend, he no longer can stifle his overwhelming emotions. Shoto wraps his arms around you in a tight hold. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, still in disbelief that you’d accept him unconditionally, that him being himself is enough when he was always forced to be more almost all his life.

“You’re already the best for me, Shoto.”

—

Somewhere in the hallway, two boys saw what had transpired in the kitchen.

“Tch, I would’ve left him long ago, if I were her.”

“You’re just jealous, Bakubro!”

“Jealous, my ass!” The blond boy growls at his red-haired friend. “Icyhot literally scorched whatever shit he’s makin’ when he’s supposed to use the fuckin’ stove right there. Who the hell even lets him in the kitchen, anyway?!”

“… Weren’t you the one who gave him the key?”

hold me close

premise: bakugou x gn! reader

description: at seventeen years old, bakugou realizes he’s fallen—hard.

genre and warnings: a bit of angst (katsuki’s negative thoughts) but mainly fluff, hurt/comfort ig you could say?

author’s note: so i wrote 99% of this like last week and somehow never finished writing the last sentence or editing it 💀 i had something pretty different in mind tho and it ended up going in a different direction but i’m happy with how it came out. so there’s definitely going to be a part two!! but yea. i’ve never been in love but i feel like the stage in someone’s relationship where they finally say the first “i love you” is really special and has a lot of meaning, it changes things (in a good way). so i thought i’d write about it!! ALSO i would like to tell you all that @quirkfailure‘s big beautiful brain and what she said about falling asleep next to katsuki inspired the last part; it’s my favorite part so tysm jaegh >:] without further ado pls read and enjoy!!

“open your front door, idiot.”

“wha—”

“just do it.”

you checked the time: 4:15 am. nice.

still groggy from sleep, you slowly clambered out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, wondering why the hell your boyfriend called to ask you to open the door in the wee hours of the morning. in hindsight, it should have been more alarming, but you weren’t really thinking that clearly after just being woken up.

turning the lock as softly as you could, you cracked open the door and peered through. there stood katsuki, impatiently tapping his foot as if he didn’t just show up in front of your door at 4:15 in the freaking morning. now that he was standing right there in front of you, the reality of the situation dawned on you. on top of that, your parents would definitely freak out if they knew your boyfriend was outside of your house. or that you even had a boyfriend, for that matter.

“what the fuck?” you whisper-shouted. he only scowled.

“ya gonna let me in or what?” he didn’t really need to ask, though, since he was already pushing past you and entering the house. as you locked the door you were about to retort back with something when you suddenly heard the door to your parents’ bedroom creak open. you both froze.

“hey—oof!” grabbing him by the shoulders, you practically threw katsuki into the living room where he wouldn’t be seen from the stairs. and just in time, too, since you saw your mom’s figure emerge from her bedroom. by quickly giving the excuse that you just wanted some water, you succeeded in avoiding any suspicion from your parents. as soon as she disappeared back into the room, you turned to katsuki to interrogate him once more. now that he was inside, despite the dark, you could make out that his hair was more disheveled than usual, and he was wearing one of his skull shirts with some flannel pajamas pants. you’d never actually seen him in his pajamas, but that wasn’t the most jarring feature of his appearance. what you were surprised by was his red, blotchy face that couldn’t have been from the cold outside since it was a pretty warm night. you got closer to observe his bloodshot and puffy eyes, which only confirmed that thought. he’d been crying.

“katsuki,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to his face, “are you okay?”

for a moment he didn’t say anything, only staring hard back into your eyes. he squinted a little, and his eyebrows seemed to furrow a bit, possibly in frustration. he scoffed and looked away, grumbling out a quiet, “‘course i am, why wouldn’t i be?” but the way his voice came out a little shaky, and cracked slightly towards the end told you so otherwise.

“bullshit,” you whispered back almost immediately. but you didn’t pry, and instead took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. as you busied yourself with filling a glass of water, katsuki looked around in curiosity. he’d never been to your house before. “drink,” you said softly as you handed the water and took his hand, leading him quietly up the steps back to your room. once you got inside, you closed and locked the door as you moved to open the windows. the night was warm and sweet, so it’d be a waste to not indulge in it at least a little.

katsuki, on the other hand, stood in the corner, observing your childhood room. the pictures that lined the walls and the shelves of you at various ages with different relatives fascinated him; you had a whole life before you met him. baby pictures and stuffed animals from your younger years, band posters and polaroids of friends from your teenage years. family vacations, school pictures, kindergarten graduation. childhood crafts, awards and trophies, trinkets from friends. your whole life was encapsulated in that room, so it felt like he was somehow intruding. he shouldn’t be here, he thought. you had a whole life outside of him, outside of his mean words and cruel personality, so why did you make time for him? why him? he was a fucking jerk, right? he could feel his stomach churn; coming here was a mistake. the weight of the words that he brought with him dawned on him: he loved you. so, so much. there was no way that you could love him back, though—right? and there was no way he could give you what you deserved, give you a life you’d be happy living. not someone like him. so he succumbed to the voice in his head, and let it convince him, even if his heart pounded against his rib cage in a beat only for you, that he, katsuki bakugou, would never fit into your perfect life in the way he so desperately wanted to.

“hey,” you called, pulling him out of his thoughts as he saw you patting the space on the bed next to you. he couldn’t leave now, so he downed the glass of water in hopes that it would soothe the churning of his stomach (it didn’t) before hesitantly taking a seat on the edge of your bed. you reached a hand out to graze his, waiting for him to take it. his fingers twitched out of reflex, but he ultimately never did, only pulling his hand away and into his lap. he could feel your eyes burning into the side of his face, but he wouldn’t dare to look up at you. it hurt too much to even be in your presence at this point, yet at the same time he couldn’t find it in him to leave your side.

“why are you here?” your voice cut through the silence. katsuki knew you were only asking out of worry why he wasn’t at home and in bed at four in the morning but the question still hit a nerve. why was he here? why was he here with you? was it because he couldn’t sleep that whole night, thoughts of you and only you filling his head? was it because as the night went on, and he stared at the album full of your pictures on his phone that he realized the feeling that gripped him wasn’t just liking you anymore but overwhelming love? or was it because at that revelation his body began to shake and tears flooded his vision at how fucking scary it was to have fallen so, so hard? he didn’t know. but he did know that on that warm summer night the only warmth he’d ever want was yours, the only feeling he’d ever crave was you. so it was only natural that he ended up on your doorstep, saying every prayer he knew in hopes that you’d pick up your damn phone and let him in. let him into your house, into your life, into your heart, and hold him close.

realizing you were still waiting for an answer, he closed his eyes and took a shaky inhale to muster up as much strength as he could before he exhaled and opened his eyes, turning his head to look right at you. god, you were breathtaking, he thought. and take his breath away, you did. even though your face was still puffy from sleep, and your wrinkled pajamas clung to your body in the most unflattering ways, he couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. the way your eyes were filled with worry for him made his heart clench in both guilt and secret happiness that he was in your mind and in your thoughts. as he looked at you, the three simple words he’d wanted to say since he got there were so close to escaping his lips he thought he’d explode if he didn’t say them. he was scared, so scared, and you made him feel so weak that it hurt, but you were all he could see in that moment. and the sight of you made that voice in his head fall to its knees. so even though it screamed that this was a mistake, and that you deserved so much better, he let his tunnel vision take over and took that leap of faith his heart had wanted him to, hoping that you’d catch him and find a place for him in your heart despite it all.

“i love you,” katsuki said softly. “i want to be yours, if you’ll have me, and—i want you to be mine.” and there it was, all laid on in front of you. in a way it felt like he had ripped his heart right out of its chest and entrusted you with it, but it surprised him that in the actual moment it wasn’t painful at all. it felt natural, as if this moment was always meant to happen. he just hoped you felt the same.

the way your eyes widened in shock made his heart drop, though. he knew the severity of his words, and that returning them meant taking this relationship further, so of course you didn’t feel the same way, why would you? this was all a mistake, one big fucking mista—

“i love you too.”

now it was his turn to be surprised. “you do?”

you smiled, and he could’ve sworn you were like the sun. an overwhelming warmth came over him as you continued, “of course i love you, katsuki, did you think i didn’t? and i’ve always been yours, y’know, so of course you’re mine, too.” the way you said it made it seem so obvious, as if it was that simple. and maybe it was, because the way you looked at him made him feel like loving him was the easiest thing you could do.

he felt your arms wrap around him, pulling him towards you to hold him close. his arms did the same as you told him, “don’t doubt my love for you for a second.” and for a while you both sat there, only feeling the warmth of the other even as the sweet spring breeze flowed into your room. you continued to hold him in silence even as you felt hot tears stain your shoulder at your words, and his body began to shake once more. you held him even as the sun began to peek out from behind the horizon, signaling the start of something new. only when a yawn escaped your lips did you pull away to snuggle under the covers of your bed. katsuki sat there for a moment, but when you opened the blanket, looking at him expectantly, he clambered his way inside as well (you didn’t miss the flush on his face as he did). you both laid on your sides and stared at eachother, faces just a few inches away from each other and hands interlocked, until he leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead. “sleep,” he whispered, so you let yourself close your eyes. as you drifted off, you could feel his hand come up to your face, stroking your cheek as his lips softly peppered kisses to your sleepy face. he couldn’t help himself as he placed on on your temple, another two on each eyelid, and one even on your nose. you fell asleep calm, content, and so in love.

but katsuki, despite the slow rising of the sun, could only feel the hammering of his heart as he laid beside you. too much had just happened for him to sleep, but for once he didn’t mind since he got to watch you (he vaguely noted how creepy this technically was but he didn’t really care). you looked so calm and peaceful and oh so cozy, snuggled up in the plush blankets; it made his heart hurt. all he could think about in that moment was how he wanted to keep you all for himself, and protect you from anything else in the world, because he loved you.

as he continued to caress your face, he took another survey of your room. something suddenly caught his eye, something he hadn’t seen before. on your nightstand was a vase of dried flowers; he didn’t know how he didn’t notice it earlier, but now that he did he couldn’t unsee it. it was the same bouquet he gave you on your very first date from a few months ago—three months and three days ago to be exact. it sat right next to your bed, the same bed you woke up in every morning and went to sleep every night in. you kept them, and he realized that the closer he looked, in all of those pictures, all of those knick knacks and trinkets you kept around, he could be found somewhere in them all. you had interspersed him into the collage of your life: among your childhood stuffed animals were the plushies he won for you at the arcade; the array of pictures of your friends included him and his friends, too; sitting on top of the stack of fresh laundry in the corner was his sweatshirt you had taken from him the day prior. even in that moment, he was laying beside your seventeen-year-old self in the same bed your seven-year-old self slept in (no wonder he barely fit). it made that warm feeling come back again as he realized that you had already fit him into your perfect life without him even needing to ask. with that thought in mind, and the sun starting peek out from behind your neighbor’s house, he finally let himself close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber in your arms.

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can’t stop laughing, sorry

😔🤚🏼pls

I will not receive hate for saying this but …

I CANNOT FUCKING STAND OCHACO URURAKA! I respect her character development but she is a pick-me girl and here are my reasons.

1. She goes to a prestigious hero school and claims to be “poor” but has a flip phone.

2. Chooses the obvious and basic crush.

3. Reminds me of a girl that says she’s just “one of the guys.”