Hawks: All I Want Is To Make Our World A Place Where Heroes Have Too Much Time On Their Hands.

| The delusion of being one step closer.

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Being one step closer signifies the proximity of achieving something, whether that might be an academic goal, a personal task, or anything. Being one step closer means you are almost there. You are almost at the end of the rainbow, ready to dig up that pot of gold. But in some cases, you may find yourself in a loop, a never-ending staircase. Take reality shifting, for example, you are one step closer to your desired reality. You are just 1cm away from reaching your burning desire to experience a new life. Perhaps that 'one more step' is what you take comfort in, it gives you that validation because you feel like you are doing something. One step closer implies separation.

In manifestation, separation is an illusion. It creates that unwanted barrier between you and your desired state. There is nowhere to GO to, there is nowhere to GET to, as this implies that you are divided from the state in which you desire to be in. Everything you experience in the outer world is a direct projection from assumptions and is as real as imagination. There is no 'fake'; if you can experience it in imagination, it exists and is ready to be projected into the outer world as soon as you feel that state. This is the law.

So, stop at the step you are at right now. That 'one more step' does not exist and is purely just a delusion. If you can occupy that desired state in your imagination then stay loyal and recognise that you are that state right now. Say 'no' to that bitter validation of being 'almost' there because you are there. There is no Uber in the world that will take you to your desired state of consciousness. Deny the evidence of the senses, because you walk in faith, not by sight.

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Bakugo enemies to lovers headcanons? (Its me again hahshahs u were the only kind person who answered my request tysm 💖 sorry if i bothered u tm, hope ur safe and well)

Aw!! @mirukoshusband Request as much as you like! I enjoy doing them, and you are no bother! Here are your headcanons! Love you💖💖

Bakugou Enemies to Lovers Headcanons

Bakugou will try and fucking murder you at first.

Y/n is just chillin.

Being calm

And then comes Bakugou.

*walks out of room*

“YOU FUCKING EXTRA! GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME”

He will literally chase you until you spar with him.

Will never admit it, but he admires your strength and dedication.

And that’s the real reason he wants to fight you.

At some point-

Idefk when-

You became a part of the BakuSquad.

Like,

Lunch privileges and everything.

And at lunch the craziest thing happens.

You and Katsuki exchange lunches to see who has the spiciest foods.

And then you trade back and argue about whose was spicier.🥺💖

Eventually Bakugou makes you go to the gym with him and ‘shitty hair’

Where you prove you are just as strong as him and Kiri.

Making his interest peak.

“Hey, cunt.”

“What do you want bitch?”

“You’re coming to the mall with me tomorrow.”

“Says who bitch?”

“Says me cunt.”

That’s how he asked you out 😚🥰

It was about a month in when you realized he thought you were dating.

Because he tried to kiss you.

Idk why you didn’t suspect anything with how he held your hand and shit.

“Cunt, give me your hand back.”

“Why tho.”

“Because you’re my girlfriend.”

“Wait wut- SINCE WHEN”

“Since the gym with shitty hair last month you idiot.”

“Tf? The mall was our first date?”

“Yeah, cunt.”

“Fine, bitch.”

(It took 1 year for him to actually call you your name and another year to call you babe.)

“Hey, Y/n-“

“What did you just call me?”

“Y/n? That is your fucking name isn’t it?”

“Yeah but you usually call me-“

“Cunt. But shitty hair said to start treating you better before you leave my ass”

“Good idea. See you after class Katsuki.”

Hope you enjoyed <3

take care part 3 (katsuki bakugo imagines)

read part one here!

read part two here!

As much as he was enjoying the hug, Bakugo pulled away from y/n while maintaining a hold on her shoulders.

“We’re gonna be okay, okay?” he said, stroking her wet cheeks with his palms. “Now you’re gonna go take a bath and I’ll clean up out here.”

“Trying to tell me that I stink, Bakugo?” She said, cracking a smile. “Oh definitely, smelling absolutely atrocious,” He ruffled her hair while he spoke, “But i’m serious, go it’ll help you feel better.”

She nodded her head, turned and walked slowly towards the direction of her bedroom. Bakugo let his eyes linger on her for a moment before he turned to the couch.

“Alright let’s do this.”

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y/n walked into the bedroom and immediately sighed at its appearance. Clothes were everywhere, her bed had not been made in days, cups scattered on the bedside table and it disappointed her. She was also embarrassed. It was one thing for her to see herself like this but it was another for Bakugo, the ultimate clean freak, to see her this way. Trying not to dwell too much on that, she grabbed a clean towel from the closet and made her way into the bathroom swearing rather loudly when she hit her knee on the cupboard that had been left carelessly open the night before. 

As she submerged herself in the tub, she was not sure what to think of. Preferably something that would not raise her stress levels. The past two weeks of being emotionally distraught? No definitely not, he did not deserve any more of her attention. She could not waste any more tears on him. Her job? Also a big no, she already applied for two weeks off of work without payment following the disastrous apartment visit. No no no don’t think about the apartment visit, we are not thinking about the stupid stupid stupid apartment visit. 

Y/n let out a long groan and slapped her forehead. She needed to get herself together. But it was hard, she could not deny that. They were together for 3 years and they had known each other since her first year at UA. Break ups in relationships are understandable and they happen, she was not hurt over the fact that they broke up. She was hurt, miserable, annoyed, embarrassed and every possible negative emotional adjective known to man because she had not expected them to break up for that reason. She did not expect to be treated that way by someone that she was amazing friends with for 2 years. He was never like that when they were friends, when did the switch happen? Did she do something? She did not think that she did. maybe she did and she just could not remember. Maybe the fact that she could not remember did indeed make her a bad girlfriend.

“Are you okay in there?” Bakugo’s voice gratefully interrupted her thoughts. She had started crying again and she did not realise until she attempted to speak and there was a lump in her throat. 

“Ah yea, I’m okay.” she swore aggressively internally as her voice broke atrociously when she responded. Traitor, now he would know that she was lying. 

“Very convincing. I commend you for your effort. Just making sure you’re still alive.” She slid out of the tub as she listened to him. He was outside of the door and she felt oddly comforted by the fact that he was not overloading her by overly positive platitudes and advice. She did not want to hear that it happened for a reason or that it was for the best or that she would be okay. She just wanted someone to listen to her as she complained to the universe about everything she had been keeping in.

“I’ll see you when you get out okay, y/n” He spoke up once again as she had forgotten to respond because she was inspecting her appearance in the mirror. She once again felt embarrassed because if she looked like this after a bath, she could not imagine how she looked when she opened up the door to greet Bakugo. Her bags were defined, her lips were cracked and no no she could not keep looking. She went into the bedroom and tried to find some clean but decent clothes.

After donning a pair of sweats and a close fitting white wife beater, she walked out of the bedroom. She was not sure what to expect when Bakugo said that he would “clean up” but it was not this. It was either that she took a ridiculously long time to take a bath and get dressed (very possible, she tended to lose track of time when she started to cry) or Bakugo was an efficient cleaner (also very possible as she has answered multiple phone calls from Kirishima when he was hiding because Bakugo was a cleaning spree). Bakugo had opened up all the windows in the apartment, her floor was clear of all the boxes and clothes that had previously littered in, the clothes were folded neatly in a corner on her couch and if she listened faintly she could hear the washing machine whirling in the background. He was currently standing in her kitchen washing the dishes that were in the sink. She could now understand Kirishima’s jokes about Bakugo being a clean freak.

Oh no. Kirishima.

She had ditched her phone after that visit which means she had not spoken to him since before they broke up. She had to find it, she had to apologize for her absence. Why did she make one decision for her best benefit but everything else in her life was falling apart? Would he understand? Yea she was upset about the break up but she did not think it justified the fact that she basically ghosted him for two weeks. Oh, her cheeks were wet again.

Bakugo was also holding her shoulders again. When did that happen?

“Hey hey hey, what happened? Why are we crying?”

Why couldn’t she find her words? Why couldn’t her stupid throat word? Why couldn’t the stupid lump in her throat disappear?

“I- Have you seen my phone? I gotta talk to Ei, I gotta message him. I haven’t spoken to him and you said that Jason spoke to him, i don’t want him to hate me-”

“Y/N! Look at me! You gotta calm down.” He guided her towards the couch and squatted in front of her. “I plugged your phone in to charge when I was clearing up. And don’t worry about Eijiro, he doesn’t hate you or anything like that but he is worried. Just don’t worry about it okay, he just wants to know that you’re okay. He’ll be on a break around 11, we can give him a call then, okay? He can never hate you. You were going through a rough time and he’s going to understand your absence. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Y/N said, attempting to dry her cheeks with her palms. “Thanks for clearing up the apartment. I could have helped, you know?”

Bakugo laughed, returning to the sink.

“That defeats the purpose of me helping you. Besides, I don’t mind. You need to rest either way.”

Her guilt about him doing these things for her had begun to eat away at her slowly. Y/N got up from the couch and sauntered over to help Bakugo. As she reached for the plate to pack away, Bakugo swatted at her wrist.

“Now do tell me, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Y/N looked at him and tilted her head slightly to the side, “Uh-helping?”

“Funny, that doesn’t sound remotely close to the word ‘rest’ to me.” Bakugo said, flicking her forehead with his wet finger, “And I don’t need your help, go lay on the couch or something. Whatever you do you should rest, I can tell from your eyes that you haven’t been sleeping.”

Y/N flushed and looked at the floor. He was right if she was able to get 4 hours of sleep continuously in one night then that was a lot. The idea of being plagued by the apartment visit nightly was enough to avoid sleep in her opinion but if she planned on returning to work anytime soon she needed to sleep.

“I can just sleep tonight,” she said trying to think of an excuse, “I’d be a bad host if you came over and I just slept the day away.”

Bakugo turned around and leaned against the sink. She took a few minutes to take in his presence. His black tee which hugged his upper body and left the effects of his training very clear to a curious onlooker. His matching black jeans hung precariously on his hips. He looked good. She had to be blind to deny it. Her eyes raked up to his face where he was wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

“You would be a great host if you listened to your guest. Your guest would be very happy if you laid down on your bed and slept for hours in the double digits.” He said placing his hands on your shoulder and began to steer Y/N towards her bedroom.

As he got closer towards the bedroom, her heart began to race. Her bedroom was not suitable for sleep and it was far from presentable to be viewed by Bakugo. There was only so much embarrassment concerning her little depression episode that she could tolerate in one day.

“Wait, no, we can’t go into my room.”

“What’s wrong with your room?”

Y/N did not think that she had ever looked at her floor this much in a single day.

“It’s not, it’s not presentable and I haven’t been able to clean it up.”

“Oh I see,” Bakugo said, and wrinkled his nose. “I can go in, or you whichever you prefer, and grab a few pillows and blankets and you can sleep on the couch. You should be comfortable there for a nap right?  If you’re okay with it, when you’re asleep I can clean your room. I promise I’ll be respectful and I won’t stare at anything.”

Y/N was caught off guard. She had not expected him to volunteer so quickly to clean up her room. She expected him to say something along the lines of promising to sleep when he left or just sleeping on the bare couch. In her head, she felt herself unconsciously comparing the actions to Jason. Bakugo did not judge her for the appearance of her apartment, he cleaned it without being asked and he had not ridiculed her about it. Not once. The difference felt foreign. It was here that she realised that she was only embarrassed about it because she expected him to ridicule her and just, well, be a dick about it. Like Jason would have.

“Y/N? Did I say something wrong?”

“No no, I’m just. I didn’t expect you to say that. I’ll go grab the pillows and stuff and I’d appreciate it if you did help with the room it’d help out a lot. Only if you want to.” Y/N said wagging her finger in his face, “Did you hear me? Only if you want to.”

Bakugo flashed her a toothy smile. “And I do want to. Now go grab your stuff, I’ll be on the couch.”

And there he was when she came back. He was sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. His phone was quickly abandoned after Bakugo realised she had re-entered the room. 

“Hey you ready to pass out for the entire day?” he said as she slumped down next to him on the couch. Their shoulders and knees gently touch. The small touches were gently comforting to her. He was there and had been there for her. It was nice. His presence was nice.

“You sound like you’re about to knock me out with a pillow.”

“I will do what needs to be done.” Bakugo said, throwing his arms up over the top of the couch. He turned his head to look at her and y/n mimicked his action. His eyes were nice. Were they always that nice?

Amidst her thoughts, he got up and started arranging the pillows on the couch. He gestured towards it for her to lie down and she obediently obliged. Bakugo brought the blanket up over her shoulders and squatted down to face her.

“Now sleep, I’ll be doing something to keep myself busy whenever my host wakes up.”

“Can you lie down with me?”

Her own words shocked her. Their impulsiveness. Their rash nature. The silence that hung in the room after she said it.

“Never mind forget that I said anything.”

He flicked her forehead once again. 

“You could’ve at least given me a chance to respond. But yea i will scoot over.” Bakugo said getting up and pulling her up with him. He laid down on the couch and opened his arms to hug her. Timidly, y/n moulded herself into him. Her head resting on his chest, her arms clutching his midsection as his arms held her securely at the waist. It was nice. His presence was nice.

“Now get some sleep.” Bakugo said gently, and y/n closed her eyes. After what appeared to be a moment of contemplation on his part, his hold on her waist tightened and he gently kissed her forehead. It was the last thing she remembered feeling before her exhaustion took over. 

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First kiss with Deku

You and Deku were sitting on his bed cuddling after you finished studying when you asked a question,

" Have you ever kissed a girl?"

" What! No, I've barely even had a normal conversation with one...other than you that is, and my mom of course." His face went red but seemed calm.

He stopped being a stuttering mess when he knew that you were the one he wanted.

" Well then in that case~," You leaned in and connected each others lips.

He was a little shaken at first but then leaned into it and the rest came naturally.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you let him. He gently laid you on the bed and hummed at how soft you were.

Once you two pulled apart you gazed into the eyes of each other and cuddled a little closer.

" That was better than I imagined." He whispered.

" Mmhmm,"

" Can we do it again..." He blushed.

Funniest moment in all of Stranger Things.

Bakugou Katsuki, as you’ve come to learn, is a very animated sleeper.

It all started one night when you blinked yourself awake in the quiet of your moon-kissed shared bedroom, a heavy feeling pressing down onto your body. You took a few moments to orient yourself, the vague remnants of a lingering dream winking out before your eyes. You weren’t sure why exactly you’d decided to wake up at this moment, but you were feeling a bit overheated. Summers were always brutal. When you glanced over at Katsuki, you realized that the heavy feeling you’d been puzzling over was actually his arm… and most of his torso. And one of his legs. He was splayed out on his stomach, the side of his face smooshed into his pillow as faint snores left his slightly open mouth. His head was close enough that you could feel the gentle puffs of air from his mouth against your cheek, see the small movements his eyes made as he probably dreamed a dream worthy of pro-heroes.

You blinked at him for a moment, then lifted your head slightly to look down at your body, the way Katsuki was nearly rolled on top of you. This wasn’t even the position you’d both fallen asleep in; no wonder you were feeling a bit stuffy. Katsuki always ran hot, which made him an absolute nightmare to sleep with in the warmer months of the year. You huffed out a breath of air through your nose, then tried to shift away from him a bit — at least so that you could wiggle out from under his torso.

You’d just moved a few centimeters when you heard a break in Katsuki’s breathing, his head shifting slightly as he blinked blearily at you with tired crimson eyes.

“Wuzzwrong?” he slurred slightly, lifting his head a bit from his pillow so that he could peer at your face. His hair was a bit flattened on the side he’d been resting on while the rest stuck up like a spiky dandelion.

You shook your head, a small smile on your lips at the sight of his lopsided hair. “It’s nothing,” you whispered to him, lifting up a hand so you could gently press the side of his head back onto his pillow. He let you do so with little protest, still blinking hazily all the while. “Just feeling a bit hot, is all.”

He watched you carefully for a moment, and you wondered if he was even fully awake to process what you were saying. Then he mumbled something indecipherable and rolled over onto his other side. You breathed out a sigh of relief when his body moved off of you, shuffling to make yourself comfy once more as Katsuki started snoring again almost immediately. It didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep after that, though once you woke up again in the morning, Katsuki had somehow managed to end up halfway splayed over you once more.

The next time something like that happened, you weren’t so lucky when waking up.

You were jolted awake, blinking rapidly as you stared up at the darkened ceiling of your bedroom. It took you a moment to process that you weren’t dreaming anymore, your vision swimming slightly before you blinked a few more times to clear it up. You were confused, a slight stinging sensation on your cheek making you furrow your brows. There was a weight pressed against your face, and upon turning your head, you realized that it was Katsuki’s hand. Your brows furrowed, the pieces clicking together.

The fucker had slapped you in his sleep.

You sighed, using your hand to gently move his own out of your face. He twitched slightly as you did so, his leg moving along your stomach. It was then that you realized he was splayed out like a starfish on his back, one of his thick legs resting on your torso while his hand was stretched out towards your cheek. Like this, his head was just on the edge of the bed, his opposite arm hanging off towards the floor. He seemed none the wiser to his position, slumbering peacefully away without a single care in the world.

Good for him, you thought only a little bit grumpily, glancing at the small digital clock on the nightstand next to Katsuki’s side to see it was well past two in the morning. Good that he gets to sleep while I’m awake. Bitch.

You huffed, then decided you couldn’t just leave him in this kind of precarious position; you didn’t want him to hurt his neck, after all. So you sat up slowly, turning your body so you could carefully reach over to his head to snake a hand underneath it. You’d just barely managed to squeeze your fingers under his big head before you heard a break in his breathing. He blinked himself awake, lifting his head up slightly as he gazed at you confusedly. His expression almost made you laugh, especially with the way he squinted up at you through the dim lighting of the room.

“Huh?” he eloquently asked, sleep still addling his brain as you waited for him to somewhat process what you were doing.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself like that,” you told him gently, and he wordlessly moved his gaze to see that he was very much close to possibly rolling off the bed. He grumbled under his breath, raising his body so he could shuffle back into a proper position next to you. He moved his leg off your stomach, and you lowered yourself back down onto the bed. The moment your head hit your pillow, Katsuki threw an arm over your chest and tugged you closer to him, burying his face in your hair. He breathed in deeply, then exhaled, increasing his grip on you. Within a few seconds, he was out cold once again, his breaths ruffling the small hairs on your face.

You really had no idea how he kept switching positions like that through the night. You always fell asleep together with him holding onto you, pressing your back to his chest as though he could force you into himself if he tried hard enough. It was kind of funny to you that he moved around a lot in his sleep. It was even funnier that he never seemed to remember when you told him about it in the morning. But even if he kept waking you up at night, you found that you really didn’t mind too much. Not when he held you like this, one of his legs coming up to wrap across your thighs in a way that made you feel safe. Secure.

You sighed, closing your eyes with a small smile on your face.

Also picking up new books you’ve never heard of before because the premise sounds neat or the cover is pretty or it’s on a themed library display or you’re just trying to read your library’s entire catalogue of 90s cyberpunk is just fun. Sometimes it’s not your thing but you get to mull over new ideas or the diversity of people and opinions and thoughts in the world. Sometimes you discover your new favorite book of all time

they're here. fucking fuck they're here and there's already misinformation being spread. we need to hide.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Touch-Starved!Katsuki Bakugou Headcanons (x reader)

> Wrote this in my study break phew :) Might have a typo here and there, I'm sorry about that <3 I was just feeling soft today

I can imagine it takes him a while to trust you, in actually liking him that is. Before he really lets you close to him, both physically and emotionally. But when you’ve both reached a point where he feels he can be vulnerable around you, and let you see his softer side, he’d love all the small physical affections. Like hugs lasting for a bit longer at first, and then turning into a cuddle session on the couch- “Stay like this, for a little longer, yeah?”

You, playing with his fingers sometimes, holding his hands without fear of his quirk would absolutely shatter him, melt his heart and all the works. How you like to intertwine fingers with him, even if you’re not going anywhere like when you’re sitting on the couch-

Or, if you like to hold his face, caress his cheeks or something of the like- I can imagine he’d never ask for it but he loves it silently. Something about your soft fingers against his jaw, or how your thumb moves over his cheeks, makes his heart skip a beat-

Playing with his hair- at first you’d be a bit apprehensive about touching it in the first place, considering how much he yells at the other “extras” when they even comment on his hair. But once you start running your fingers through it when you’re kissing, or playing with it when you’re laying in bed, he’s surprisingly quiet. He’d always grunt a bit at first- with a light frown on his face. But when you try to move your hand away, he just grab it and hold it in place- “DUMBASS- don't stop doing that.. please”

When he touches you though, I can picture it more subtle? In public he’d probably only hold onto your hand or, maybe give you a cheek kiss if you’re being extra cute or something

In private he might signal you he wants affection, either silently, with a soft tug on your arm or by sitting in a very cuddle open manor or very loudly, straight up demanding you come cuddle with him this instant or else

KISS HIS NOSE

It can’t just be me, but imagining him tense up and blush slightly when you first do it, and you’re just on his chest a giggling mess. He’d stutter for a bit like- “Wha- what did you just do? tf?” and then do the same to you

and it would become like, a cute little stay safe thing before he leaves for work, where you lean up to kiss his nose and whisper “Stay safe” to him :(( and he’d return it ofc