𝘛𝘌𝘟𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ~𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 2: 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘢

THE BNHA BOYS AS THINGS I WANT TO EXPERIENCE

FEATURES — midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, shinsou hitoshi

A/N — starting to think i’m unlovable lol

HAND HOLDING. izuku absolutely adores holding your hand. he thinks it’s such a classic way to be intimate without being overbearing. he loves how soft and small it feels in his; walking down the street or in the halls with your hand intertwined with his own makes him feel so content at at peace. he also likes the way it let’s everyone know that you’re with him, and he can’t help the pride that swells in his chest every time he thinks about how you’re his girlfriend.

HOMEWORK HELP. bakugou would gladly help you with your homework, even if he yaps about how annoying you are for always asking. he wants you to be your best self, and he has no problem with helping you get there. he’s a lot gentler than he is with kirishima because duh, you’re his girl! so yeah, he tries to throw the occasional praise in there, but otherwise, he’s just as brash. at first he questioned if he was still being too aggressive in his tutoring approach, but when you proudly show him your improved grade on a quiz, he fails to hide the small smile that forms on his face at your pure elation. you looked so relieved, and when you three your arms around his neck in a tight embrace, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his own around your waist and mumble “i knew you could do it, dumbass.”

WORKING OUT TOGETHER. kirishima is so kind and patient, it hurts. he never makes fun of you for how much you lift or how quickly you run out of breath. he’s always there to remind you that you’re doing a great job and he’s proud of you. there’s never a moment where you’re embarrassed of your strength or the faces you make because kirishima would never allow it. he’s always sharing his knowledge with you and he never makes you feel stupid for not knowing exactly what to do all of the time. he loves that you even come along, the fact that you wanna exercise with him makes his heart soar. every time you finish a set, he gives you a big toothy smile and a kiss on the forehead.

GOING OUT FOR LUNCH. todoroki loves food and he loves you. combining the two was honestly the most logical thing to do. your week is usually really hectic, so whenever your busy schedules let up, he makes sure he has you all to himself for the entire afternoon. each time is some place new, and he never gives you any clues as to where he’s taking you. it’s fun because the both of you get to explore new prefectures and expand your tastes, but mostly because you’re with each other. during lunch, he’ll look at you sweetly as you talk about your day or he’ll tuck you hair behind your ear if he sees it’s getting in the way while you eat. todoroki’s presence makes going out to lunch feel so utterly sweet and domestic, it’s genuinely such a warm experience.

GOING TO THE AMUSEMENT PARK. kaminari knows how worked up you can get, and he’s always eager to help you let loose a little every once in a while. kaminari let’s you ease into it with the cute mini games and prizes but don’t get too comfortable because pretty soon, he’s dragging you onto some sort of death contraption. he knows you need to release that tension and stress and what better way to do so than to scream your lungs out on a rollercoaster! he reassuringly holds your hand to let you know you’re okay, but pretty soon the adrenaline is pumping through your veins, and you can’t contain your laughter because holy shit that ride was horrendous. he can’t help but laugh with you, partly because yeah he definitely just shat his pants, but also because after seeing you stressed all week, hearing your laugh is music to his ears.

NAPPING TOGETHER. weeks can be utterly exhausting with classes, training, studying, etc. that sometimes you just want to do nothing, and shinsou is completely in agreement with that. on one particular afternoon, you were in his room, sitting on his bed as you struggled to keep your eyes open while finishing up an assignment. shinsou had noticed almost instantly that you weren’t in any state to keep doing work, so he gently tapped you with his foot. when you looked back at him, he gestured for you to come over and you did. you crawled up to the space beside him and lied down, arm draped over his chest as you closed your eyes. you had woken up about an hour later, content and refreshed as you looked up at your sleeping boyfriend. from then on, taking naps together after school became a regular. relishing in each others warmth and resting peacefully for that hour or two made all the difference.

“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.

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!

i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.

yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.

a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.

and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.

and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.

it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.

the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?

you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.

sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.

bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.

insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?

BNHA Boys Holding Your Hand

Katsuki Bakugou

Hand Holding Type: 2

rubs little circles with his thumb on the back of your hand

feeling tight because it’s his way of keeping you close

the tighter he holds you, the more likely you’ll stay

this applies to everything else as well

he wants to make sure everyone sees that you’re his and only his

also that he’s proud to let the world know you’re together

Keep reading

bnha being based in 2034 is both the best and worse thing

the worst being the fact that ALL THE THIRTY YEAR OLD HEROES ARE MY AGE CURRENTLY?????

THEY ARE A L L G E N Z

mic had a tiktok. he was probably tiktok famous

they probably have to refrain from saying stuff like yeet and bet and a slap bc the kids think it’s cringey

also death jokes

dang it they probably never grew out of the tiktok dances

miss joke and mic see each other and immediately start doing like fortnite dances in greeting

aizawa knows at least one

freakin heck mic still sings and listens to that backyardagains little einsteins  remix

oh gob 1A are all gen alpha. they are all BABIES

oh crap the villains are also about my age

dabi’s like: hit or miss, guess they never miss huh? *burns someone alive*

twice, behind him doing fornite dances: gotta girlfriend bet she doesn’t kiss ya

terrible. rancid, all of this

excEPT FOR THE FACT THAT ALL MIGHT AND ENDEAVOR ARE MILLENNIALS

F R E A K I N G M I L L E N N I A L S

WHERE IS MY NINETIES/2000′S ALL MIGHT COSTUME WHERE IS MY MID 2000′S ENDEAVOR COSTUME

ALL MIGHT PROBABLY WATCHED SAILOR MOON AND HAD TAMAGOTCHIS JFBGBFKHGJ

WHERE IS HIS PASTEL SAILOR MOON INSPIRED 90′S HERO SUIT

oh my gob mic calls endeavor a boomer and he takes full offence and it’s hilarious

oh frick hawks is like eleven he’s one of those weird not quite gen z fortnite kids with questionable to no taste

i have to go sit down

mornings with boyfriend! bakugou. fluff.

Mumbling the lyrics to your current song of obsession, you worked your way around the shared kitchen in the UA dorms with practiced ease.

The sun was still on its way up, and everyone still snug under their covers. It was one of those days where you appreciated the alone time, a quiet space and the beautiful sunrise.

After skilfully chopping up the spring onions, you dumped them into the bowl of beaten eggs. Your hands work smoothly as you’ve done this about a few too many times, waking up earlier than everyone and cooking breakfast for the class. That’s how you unintentionally became the designated class chef as well, not that you had amazing cooking skills like a certain blonde but you were the only one willing to cook for the class.

And speaking of the devil, your blond hedgehog made his way into the living area with tousled hair and sleepy eyes looking as hot as ever. A yawn escaped his lips as he positioned himself behind you at the kitchen counter.

Pressing his hard chest to your back, he snaked his strong arms around the small of your waist while planting a light kiss on the exposed skin of your shoulder. The small action leaving butterflies in your tummy.

Humming in response, you let him stay there latched on you as you prepared the coffee machine that supplied class 3A with their daily burst of adrenaline to survive the day. Unlike them though, you enjoyed a calming cup of green tea to start your day to which your boyfriend had also picked up this habit of yours.

“Mind preparing the tea, babe?” You requested as you ruffled his soft hair affectionately.

He grumbled but you both knew he would do it anyway. Reluctantly letting you go, he went about preparing the tea leaves and hot water as you got to frying the egg-spring onion mixture.

“You don’t have to keep cookin’ for those extras, y’know,” His morning voice tickled your skin– deep and slightly scratchy. Playfully rolling your eyes, you decided to ignore him since the statement was so redundant. “Oi, don’t ya dare ignore me ya brat.”

A chuckle left your lips as you replied, “And who is going to fill your stomach in the morning if not me?”

“I can damn well cook it myself,” He said, throwing away the tea leaves once the water looked a rich green. “ ‘Sides, I taught you how to cook ungrateful brat.“

You giggled and blew him a kiss.

Out of playful spite, he fake caught the kiss and threw it into the bin, a teasing smirk tugging at his mouth.

You let out an offended gasp, flipping him off, a habit that you learned from no other than Katsuki himself. And to no surprise, he happily returned one as well.

The two of you broke apart from the interaction chuckling to yourselves at the light-hearted feud before gathering the drinks and eggs to the main dining area.

“Wanna sit on the couch today?” You asked, situating yourself down on the plush comforter.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Are ya stupid, why’d you ask me that if ya gonna sit there already, dumbass.”

“Just get your ass here already,” You said jokingly. “– don’t forget my tea too.”

He groaned in response, muttering curse under his breath that sounds like something along the lines of “shitty bossy woman”.

He finally brought the meal and sat himself down next to you, thighs and arms touching.

Finding the contact insufficient, you slinked an arm under his and looped around, securing his arm in yours. Used to your touch, he carried on eating his egg enjoying the cool feel of your skin on his.

From where you sat, you could see the flexing of his jaw muscles as he ate and the fluttering of his lashes when he blinked, taking your breath away at how such a beautiful human was yours.

“Stop staring at me weirdo,” He said as he fed you a piece of egg.

You opened your mouth to close around the fork, humming in appreciation.

“Can’t look at my handsome boyfriend?” You replied as you chewed.

Katsuki clicked his tongue at that but said no more and if the pink tint on his cheeks and averted eyes was any giveaway, you would know that he felt bashful from your comment.

Heart swelling at his reaction, you let out a content sigh, basking in the morning sun and the calming familiar scent of your boyfriend - axe body spray with a hint of caramel. Your head fell against his broad shoulders as you snuggled his arm closer to your body, tightly securing to your chest.

“Love you, ‘suki,” You said as you press a kiss to his bicep, thank god for him wearing his black wifebeaters as it gave you access to his skin and also nicely accentuated his muscles.

A small smile graced his face and he turned to give you a kiss on the top of your head. “Love you too, baby,” he mumbled against your hair.

“You sniffed me didn’t you,” You pointed out.

He visibly stiffened at being caught, but grunted in admission.

God, you love this man to death.

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Happy birthday, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight !

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Morning kisses and raspy voices with Bakugou Katsuki ( x reader fluff)

> posting some soft bakugou for the dash <3 my coffee was so sweet this morning and I was in desperate need of comfort after watching banana fish :(

No warnings! Gender-neutral Reader! tons of fluff :)

Stretching its warm rays, the sunlight tickles your skin, brushing you awake gently. It’s a rare moment of peace, one usually stripped away by a loud ringing alarm clock. Tranquility and warmth wash over your sleepy form, you nuzzle closer to the big chest next to you. A tender and heavy hand finds its way to the back of your head, gliding down to caress your upper back. The steady rise and fall of his broad chest, skin soft against your cheek, keeping you blissfully half asleep. Until the blonde under you yawns loudly, body shaking slightly as he stretches one big arm over his head. You giggle softly as he groans deeply, tiredly and clearly having needed that stretch. He sighs again, and you can feel his tense muscles relax again under you. His toned torso feeling softer than before, you smile against his chest as he pulls you closer to him again. Your fingers trail their way up his stomach, earning you a slight chuckle as you move them upwards, one hand tracing patterns on his chest now. Peacefully and sleepily, you flutter open your eyes, slowly shifting your head upwards to look at your tired lover.

Sunday morning was always your favorite, that one day of the week no one would wake him but you. No alarm clock, no distress call. You knew how much he needed his sleep, and now, finally fully rested, he was smiling happily back down at you. Drowsy, and slurring his words, his morning voice rings in your ears- “G’d mornin’ darlin’~” he grins softly, his features colored by honey sunlight. “Hmm~ morning 'Tsuki-” you nuzzle back into his chest, smiling to yourself as you blush. The warmth spreading across your cheeks catches his attention, he raises his voice again, knowing he was the cause of it. His voice more raspy than usual, and his tone tempting, “no need to be shy and hide away~”. Sending shivers down your spine, you blush as you look into his red eyes. The crimson hues amplified by the morning sun in his face. He presses a lazy kiss onto your lips, lingering for a bit longer before he gives you a head pat, signaling you to lay back down again.

With fresh kissed lips and a fluttering in your stomach, you rest your head on his chest again. No matter how much you wake up next to him, he always finds a way to take your breath away. It was impossible not to fall in love with him all over again, with every smile or glance your way he sends your heart racing. Even half-asleep, his touch is comforting and tender, and you can feel the raw affection in his gaze. His sun-kissed features comforting and inviting, you lean back up to kiss him again.

Giggling, the two of you roll around in your sheets lazily, pressing more and more kisses to each other's lips as the sun continues to rise high into the sky. Lost in your moment, you quickly forget about the rest of the world in the arms of your lover. Safe and at peace, the air filled with love and affection. The kind of unconditional and unwavering love you’ve been looking for in all the wrong places before you met him, the kind that makes your soul smile.