'we'll Be Alright'; Bakugou X OCD/hypochondriac Reader

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

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scenario for when Katsuki...

mha m.list | gn!reader | [fluff]

first time he looked at you he didn't care, you're just some other extra getting in the way of his pathway to success on being a hero. second time he really looked at you he made up in his mind yup he's whipped for you third glance he's gonna make a move and do something about whatever the hell is what his heart is feeling everytime you're around him. now he just stares at you lovingly absolutely with a proud smile and doe eyes just admiring an absolute masterpiece that is you. thinking bout how katsuki rests his chin on his palm and watches you never leaving his eyes off of you. longing loving stares from his eyes as you go about your day not to mention times when you're so into whatever it is you're doing he loves it when you just call him out about him staring and he just continues staring at you with a smug grin plastered on his face

everyone is strange, and being passionate is attractive. don’t be afraid to be who you are and enjoy life the way you want to

bi/pan bakugo who prefers boys 🤝 bi/pan y/n who prefers girls… they are dating.

imagine spending your whole childhood feeling like nothing, never cherish for being good or trying/doing your best. And then when you grow up you find someone who actually likes you, sees you as family, never said a mean thing about your disfigured face, and would trade his life for your happines...

...only for him to be murder in cold blood by a person who proudly stand besides the man who caused your life to be a living hell.

And you can't show your grief for him, because, again, your life is a living hell.

And now all you want to do is to honour him alongside a person who loved him...

...as much as you did.

I must be stopped

Hawks: All I want is to make our world a place where heroes have too much time on their hands.

Y/n: Why don't you make a world where you get some bitches

Hawks:....Can we please have ONE meaningful conversation

Y/n: You're just mad you got no bitches. Not a singular bitch

Hawks: Arn't we dating?

Y/n: nah cuz that's different, you're my bitch.

IZUKU MIDORYIA HEADCANONS!

HE'S SO <3

Blushes a LOT

A lot of freckles

HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY

A literal menace. Like that boy is evil.

He/him/they, panromantic, cis male, questions a lot tho

GAMER

He overworks himself a lot, so remind him to take breaks

CHAOTIC MF

He learnt not to take Bakugou’s BS so he purposefully teases him when he’s bored LMAO

Smells like a very soft vanilla HARD MITSKI STAN

Prefers nicknames, like zuku or izu

5’9

GIVES THE BEST ADVICE

Him and Bakugou are more like brothers than anything else

MOMMY’S BOY BUT ITS SO FUCKIN SWEET

Has a pet ferret called Eli

He’s actually really close with Mirio, as he sees him as an older brother

OBSESSED WITH MARVEL.

he treats Eri like his little sister 🙁

If you break or misplace his All Might merch; he will hunt you down like a ninja

Imagine Dragons stan

Disney obsessed hoe

HE LOVES ENCANTO SM (his fave movie)

Therapist friend but genuinely needs it the most

Tsu got him into crystals and he’s kinda hyper fixated on them now

Favourite song is Principal by Melanie Martinez

Favourite tv show is The good Doctor

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥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?”

Break the Cycle: From Darkness to Light

Hatred breeds hatred. But hope can change everything.

The Power of Stories

Throughout history, stories have shaped our world. Hagiographies, tales of saints and their virtues, have inspired countless individuals to pursue lives of goodness. These stories show us that cycles of hatred, anger, and violence can be broken. They remind us that compassion and cooperation are not just ideals but achievable realities.

Evidence of Change

Research shows that positive actions lead to positive outcomes. Studies in psychology reveal that kindness and empathy can reduce stress and improve mental health. Communities that embrace cooperation over conflict see lower crime rates and higher levels of happiness. The evidence is clear: cycles of hope and joy are not just possible; they are powerful.

Addressing the Critics

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Take Action Today

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Conclusion: A Brighter Future

Breaking toxic cycles is not just a dream; it is a necessity. By choosing hope, joy, and compassion, we can transform our world. Let the stories of the past guide us, and let our actions today pave the way for a brighter tomorrow. The power to change is in our hands. Let’s use it wisely.