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themotherofquirks · 1 year
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atomicpanzart · 1 year
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That blush says otherwise
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beybuniki · 5 days
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fishing trip day 2 & 3 🎣🍀
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cesiscribbles · 8 months
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Sketching my first Good Omens comic rn and here is a tiny sneak peak from the 3rd page~
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nina-scribbles · 2 months
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"doomed yuri" this, "tragedy" that. Ok but what if they were happy?? What if they were in love and they were happy??? Horikoshi you coward answer my calls
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shotorozu · 1 year
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(reader has hair that can be curled with the sock method. i am writing this bc i saw a comment on a tiktok tutorial for the sock method that was like “idk how much more my husband can take this)
katsuki would be the boyfriend that’d be absolutely bamboozled when he walks into your room to turn in for the night, and you’re putting socks in your hair.
i can just imagine the most judgmental stare emerging from his rarely judgmental look (at least for you)
like.. he doesn’t know how much more he can take when he cuddles up next to you and you’re looking like you have a ufo on your head 😭 he gets curling your hair but… socks. they’re socks. he’s baffled.
but then he kinda gets it when he wakes up next morning and your hair looks absolutely majestic. (he obviously expresses that “the sock thing is still goofy”, and just compliments the outcome on your hair)
despite so, the sock method never gets old for him in terms of how much it baffles him— and he will continue to give you split second judgmental looks until the day you pass 💀
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cat-cosplay · 6 months
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Meow Hero Academia
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cheese-doorstop48 · 7 months
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I Loved You Like the Sun ☀️🌙
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ITS IMPORTANT!!!
THE TIKTOK BAN IS SO MUCH MORE THAN BANNING TIKTOK, IT WOULD GIVE THEM THE ABILITY TO BAN ANY SOCIAL MEDIA SITE THATS BIG ENOUGH, INCLUDING TUMBLR!!!
IT'LL GET RID OF ANY PRIVACY YOU HAVE LEFT, AND STOP A LOT OF PROGRESSIVE MOVEMENT IN ITS TRACKS. IT WILL EVEN TAKE YOUR RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT IT AWAY. IT WILL COMPLETELY VIOLATE YOUR FREEDOM OF SPEECH. IF YOU CARE ABOUT PRIVACY, PALESTINE, TUMBLR, THE INTERNET, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, PLEASE CALL IN AND SPREAD THIS!!!
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lightseoul · 11 months
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this with hawks or katsuki 😭🗣https://youtube.com/shorts/nAARZhCZydk?feature=share
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a/n. OKAY first of all, i apologize for taking so long to respond to this ask! second of all, i modified the prompt from it being a childhood friends to lovers trope to an au where reader is bakugou's long-term sidekick of two years, just so that we won't diverge too much from canon! (part 2)
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"hey, dumbass."
you look up from the mission report you've been sticking your nose in for the past half hour. "i thought i told you to stop calling me that."
at that, he smirks. "you'd rather i call you 'extra'?"
"i'd prefer it if you called me by my hero name, Mr. Dynamight."
his eyebrow twitches at the sound of his moniker. "i thought i told you to stop calling me 'mister'."
you shrug. if he's playing the game, you will too.
"well," you cock your head to the side, "tough luck, huh?"
you drop your gaze back to the document before you can catch the infamous scowl that is indubitably directed at you. not that you're actually comprehending anything, though.
lately, being around the pro-hero has made it almost impossible to focus on your work.
which is stupid, because he's your boss and your his sidekick. focused, flawless teamwork is supposed to be the point.
what's more, the physical sensations are getting dangerously near the what-you-would-exprience-if-you-were-smitten area: sweaty palms, racing heartbeat, and your eyes darting towards wherever he is in a room.
or...you could just be scared of him, right? if there's anyone who can trigger your fight-or-flight mode, it's bakugou katsuki.
"you're lucky your my sidekick," he sneers.
you dare not look at him. you can almost feel him sporting that boyish smirk, and you know your heart can't take that.
what the fuck.
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"hey, extra."
you look over your shoulder only to see bakugou decked in his hero gear, covered in dirt and grime from the day's work—eyebrows furrowed. you ignore him, directing your attention back to the front, where you're walking towards.
but he pipes up with: "i'm talking to you!"
you scoff. spinning on your feet to face him, you shoot him a glare. "would it really kill you to just call me by my hero name? heck, i'd even let you call me by my first name!"
at that, bakugou's eyebrows shoot up so minutely. "you serious?"
"does it look like i'm joking?" you ask, exasperated.
a few seconds pass before he responds.
"well, then," he shifts on his feet like he usually does. "i guess i'll call you Y/N."
your stomach flips at the sound of your name tumbling from his lips. you mentally chastise yourself before saying: "okay."
"great."
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you're staring at your ceiling; the clock reads 2:34 AM.
with a huff, you turn to your side, feeling awake now more than ever.
the past week has been grueling—on top of the back-to-back missions that you had to work on with bakugou as his sole sidekick (he refuses to add another one, says the candidates are all just extras), you had to deal with these confusing feelings, which, no matter how much you try to extinguish them, will not go away.
it's affecting your performance now, too. one particular stealth mission forced proximity between the two of you, and you almost blew it with how you freaked out at having bakugou only a few inches away.
luckily, bakugou didn't say anything about it.
but a part of you—the part that's struggling so much because of him—wishes he did.
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you're in his office when you decide to drop the bomb.
"the fuck is this?" he gestures to the document in front of him.
you steel yourself. it's now or never.
"it's my resignation letter," you say as calmly as you can.
a whirlwind of emotions dances across his features, before it turns into an all-too-familiar scowl. "what?"
"i'm resigning," you repeat.
"i heard you," he spits, "i just couldn't believe such ludicrousness can come from your mouth."
at that, you can't help but scoff. "even until my last day here you're still trying to pick a fight with me?"
"who said i'm trying to pick a fight?" he counters.
"i am!" you exclaim.
you contemplate whether or not to tell him he's been doing so ever since your first mission together, ultimately deciding against it. the last thing you need is to add anger to the long list of emotions you feel around your boss.
adoration and longing are already a huge pain in the ass.
"look," you lower your voice in an attempt to be civil. "i signed a contract which says i have the right to terminate my employment anytime, provided that i give you a heads up and a proper resignation letter."
you point to the document in front of you, "well, here it is."
before bakugou can even get a word in, you spin on your heel and march towards his office's exit.
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your phone is ringing.
you hit pause on the Netflix show that you're currently binging before lifting your phone to your ear. "hello?"
"hey, Y/N?"
"that's me."
"oh hey!" the man on the other side of the line says again. "this is kirishima."
kirishima as in red riot kirishima? "hi," you parrot back lamely. "what's up?"
"i know this is a tall order," he starts, "but would it be possible for you to pick bakugou up? he's super drunk and asking for you."
your breath hitches. you must be hearing things yet you can't refrain yourself from prodding. "asking for me?"
"yeah. we have denki as our designated driver but bakugou refuses to go with him. he just keeps mumbling your name."
"you can drive, right?" he asks when you don't say anything.
"um, yes." you say, unsure if admitting it is the right decision.
"then please pick your ex-boss up," kirishima pleads, "he's refusing to go with anyone but you."
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kaminari and kirishima are the ones that haul bakugou up to the passenger seat when you arrive nine minutes later. sure enough, bakugou, who's dressed to the 9s that it's fucking ridiculous how good he still looks, reeks of alcohol.
once they got him situated and secured in his seat belt, they circle the front of your car and knock on your window, which you promptly open.
kirishima's sheepish when he says, "we owe you one, bro."
"yeah," kaminari adds, "sorry for calling you up this late."
you smile at their genuineness, "it's no problem. i guess i can do him one favor after resigning so abruptly."
"why did you resign?" kaminari asks almost immediately.
"dude," kirishima chastises the man. bakugou remains passed out beside you.
"sorry," kaminari rubs the back of neck. "it's just that you guys were such a good team together."
"yeah," kirishima joins in. "we used to say you were the key to him becoming number one. you guys were that good together."
despite yourself, your face flames at his words. "yeah, well..."
"we understand if you don't want to talk about it, though," kirishima says.
"we're just a bit bummed out that you parted ways," kaminari adds. "he liked you a lot."
that earns him a slap on the arm and a pointed look from kirishima.
your heart is now thrumming at a ridiculously fast pace.
"well, we better go," you change the topic.
"of course! sorry for keeping you," kirishima says before proceeding. "oh, and here's his address."
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turns out bakugou is heaver than he looks.
you're standing outside the car thinking about how to haul him up to his unit alone—with the passenger door wide open—when he stirs awake.
almost instantaneously, your heart picks up its pace.
"bakugou?" you try, voice small.
his eyes dart open when he realizes he doesn't know where he is. he looks panicked as he looks around, until he spots you and visibly stills.
"Y/N."
your stomach flips—again—the second he utters your name. "i'm here."
"where am i?" he asks groggily.
you glance toward the building behind you. "we're at your place."
it takes him a moment to register what you just said, brain probably still foggy from the alcohol.
"can you stand?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.
he shakes his head. "i don't want to go yet."
"but you're drunk," you reason. "you have to sleep it off."
bakugou doesn't say anything in response. he merely studies your face—or is trying his best while drunk—and you find yourself hoping he can't feel the warmth emanating from your face.
but when he does say something, it knocks you off your feet and pulls all the air out of you.
"i want to kiss you right now."
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tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik
as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! ˖⁺‧₊
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Ex-boyfriend pro hero Dynamight;
It was an amicable breakup but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt to lose the love of your life.
You’d tried being friends, but between his heavy schedule and the flood of feelings you two still felt for one another… you drifted. You hadn’t meant to, it had just happened.
It’s been hard without him to lean on, without your best friend. Life seemed to be using you as a personal punching bag and a person can only handle so much on their own.
So, you do what people do. You broke. Shaky fingers dialed that number that you knew so well, sobs wracking your body as you listened to it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you hung up, your guilt and pride getting the best of you.
He probably wouldn’t have cared anyways, you reason as you try to drift off, eyes stinging and swollen from crying.
You try not to think about it the next day, try not to keep checking your phone for a missed call, a text, anything. But you do. God, you do. And you’re met with nothing, and that’s when it sinks in that you’ve really, truly lost him.
So you’re surprised when you come home late that night from work, moving in the dark to put your groceries on the counter and see the broad shoulders of the man who has your heart, leaning casually against your kitchen island.
“You’re really here? You came?” You breath out shakily, feeling that familiar tightness in your chest that means tears aren’t too far behind.
He softens as he takes you in, gently taking the grocery bags from you before large hands cup your face, thumbs smoothing away tears you hadn’t realized were already falling. His words are soft as he gazes down at you, vermillion eyes still full of love and feelings you both tried to leave in the past.
“You called.”
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atomicpanzart · 2 years
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It was Deku's birthday yesterday 😀
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piebaldpins · 5 months
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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year
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Bakugou vs TikTok Trends Part One: There’s a flea in my hand!
“Suki!” You hum softly as you set your phone up in the living room.
“Yeah babe?” He calls back from the garage, where he was working on his gauntlets
“C’mere!”
He makes his way into the house and stands next to you in frame as you start recording.
“Okay so I have a flea in my hand.” You hold out your empty palm
“We have fleas?! Our dog better not have them!” He scowled, your guys dog was currently laying on the couch in the background.
“What? No. Okay just listen. I have a flea in my hand, his name is Miko..” Bakugou looks skeptical at your empty palm
“Uh huh?” He cocks one eyebrow “Go on.” He encourages.
“Okay so in my hand is one flea and he’s gonna do three backflips. Okay? Now watch.”
“One.” Bakugou watches as you watch your palm before looking into the air and back down. This repeats one more time then once more after that.
“Okay now clap for him but quietly, he’s small.”
He looks even more confused as he mimics you in tapping your pointer and thumb together.
“So he wants to do more, so he’s asking if you’ll do him a favor. Hold his top hat.” You pretend to take a invisible top hat off the flea and give it to Bakugou, who grabs it and holds it in his palm. You can tell he’s getting more confused and annoyed.
“Alright, he’s about to start, keep watching.” You smile. Bakugou blinks a few times before he takes the hand that’s suppose to be holding the hat and smacks your palm like a high five.
“No dirty nasty fleas in this house.” Bakugou scowls and walk off.
You look at the camera in shock “He killed Miko!” You yell as the video ends.
Posting it to TikTok was fun, all over the news ‘pro hero dynamite kills Miko the flea’. You never laughed so hard. Bakugou on the other hand was grumpy and would never do another TikTok with you.
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idiot-izuku · 4 months
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hey guys long time no see
merry christmas!
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moxiepoxart · 1 year
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He pspsps’d the cat first, ref below
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