#blasty boy

[kspeciale]

E-boy Bakugou! Also super excited that MHA is back!

[trenchcoatkitten]

im BACK BAYBEE,i have NO IMPULSE CONTROL and im drunk on redwine and CRYING about my gay sons okay okay okay, C O N S I D E R

CONFESSIONS!!!!! 

-todoroki confesses to midoriya like. three times before midoriya realizes whats actually happening. “i like you.” “Aww, i like you too!” 

it takes todoroki grabbing him by the shoulders in the hallway in front of midoriyas room and saying “No! In a gay way! I like you! In a gay way!” for it to really sink in, and Midoriya basically dies right there, and on instinct just plants one on him and they both MELT okay its so cute

-its actually bakugou that confesses first! kirishima is a hardheaded fool and i love him but he has no idea whats going on tbh. its SUPEr soft, very out of character which makes kirishima realize that he’s actually serious. they’re sitting on kirishima’s bed like studying or something and bakugou just like... says it. in passing. it’s not a thing. “Yeah, cause i like you.” and then s w e e p s on to the next thing cause hes embarrassed, and kirishima grabs his hand and just grins and bakugou gets really red and its ADORABLE okay???

-its DEFINITELY kaminari who confesses to shinsou because shinsou is tired and sad and honestly, kaminari just knows he needs a hug and like seven hours of cuddling. so electric boy just sorta word-vomits it one day, sitting at lunch or something, shinsou does something adorable and he’s like “WoW yeah ThAT’S why im in love with you” and shinsou like f r e e z e s and its quiet for a long second before smiling at kaminari and its SOFT okay theyre SOFT

[genesisrose74]

@ikigaitooru I’m half awake rn and I doubt you’re up atm but I did a drabble thing for your fav blasty boi so be proud 👉👈 aight ima go dream about my romance webtoons that I just spent three hours reading

[bakugo-beyond]

(눈_눈) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ – really doesn’t give 2 cents about your shitty opinion.

"Why should i give a fuck?"

(눈_눈) – smart and not pleased about anyones stupid bullshit

"Like i said, damn right i am. Know your fuckin' place, extra."

[blitzsaturn]

It’s Blasty boy’s birthday tomorrow 4/20 and I just had to draw a little something for it 🎂 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡 🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊

[bakugofuckyourself420]

Hey Boku No Hero Fam! I just wanted to pass an open invite to a Boku No Hero RP discord server! OC’s, pro hero’s, and even villains are welcome!! Only requirement is that you are strictly 18+! Hope to see you soon!!

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[waveoftheocean]

wip of a piece i’m working on for this boy’s bday!! i love him so much

[trenchcoatkitten]

Uraraka/Bakugou prompt 11

Bakugou/Uraraka #11 “Just... don't talk.”

honestly this isn’t even one of my favorite ships but I LOVE writing them for some reason

from this prompt post

i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

xxx

It happens really late.

Like, three in the morning late. Uraraka can't sleep, and she sneaks quietly out of her room and down to the kitchen. She needs some tea or something. Maybe a cookie. Or a couple cookies. Or like, ten.

The common room is dark, only the moonlight beaming in through the windows to light it. She doesn't turn on any of the lights, she knows there's technically a curfew and if Aizawa knew that she's down here she'd get in trouble. So instead she trusts that she knows where everything is, and that nobody has moved anything. Besides, the moonlight is pretty bright, it's not like it's impossible to see.

But then she rounds the corner into the kitchen and promptly trips and falls on her face. She curses and scrambles up to her hands and knees, spinning around to see what she tripped on, and coming nose-to-nose with Bakugou.

“Oh!” She squeaks, tumbling backwards, staring at him. He's sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a steaming mug to his chest, tucked in as though he was trying to protect it from her knocking it out of his hands. And he doesn't look angry. He doesn't look anything really, just neutral. Blank. Kind of tired, if anything. “S-sorry,” She manages. “I didn't know anybody was down here.”

He just shrugs a shoulder, and stands up, putting his mug on the counter. She watches him cautiously, wondering if she should leave. He puts the kettle on and pulls down a mug, then the box of teas. After a moment, he turns around, holding up a box of raspberry and a box of green tea. She stares at him for a long moment, until she realizes.

“Oh! Raspberry, please.”

He just nods and turns around, prepping the mug and the tea. Is he really making me a cup of tea? She thinks, stressed. She's afraid to move, like maybe she might scare him off somehow. It often feels like Bakugou is some kind of wild animal, no idea what he's going to do next.

But he calmly makes her a cup of tea, and hands it to her, then sits back down on the floor with his own cup. He doesn't look at her as he closes his eyes and leans back against the counter.

Does he want her to say something? Does he want her to take her tea and leave? She feels like she needs to explain for some reason. “Couldn't sleep?” She asks quietly. Still, it feels too loud.

He doesn't open his eyes, just shrugs one shoulder again. He's wearing a hoodie and pajama pants. He looks cozy. She wishes she was wearing his hoodie. A hoodie. She wishes she was wearing a hoodie.

“I couldn't sleep. It's bad, since we have class in the morning, but...”

He doesn't respond, just glances at her and takes a sip of his tea. She hesitantly drinks her own. It's hot, but it's good. “Thanks for the tea,” She says. He nods, still refusing to talk.

She feels strangely serene here. Maybe it's the setting, or the time, or the tea, she can't let herself dwell on the thought that it might be Bakugou, but maybe it is. Maybe something about how little he's talking, about how soft and warm he feels right now, sitting next to her, their shoulders about a hand-width apart. She feels weird, but she kind of wants to scoot closer until their sides are pressed together.

He takes another sip of his tea. From this angle, she can tell that he's pretty close to finished with his. When he finishes is he going to go back up to his room, and leave her alone? She had come down here with that intention, to sit here alone, but now that she's here and he's here, she's having trouble coming to terms with the fact that he's going to leave. She wants to ask him to stay.

“How long have you been down here?” She asks. He just shrugs again. An expression crosses his face, too quick to catch. She watches as he downs the rest of his tea. “Was yours good?” She asks, hoping that if she pretends her voice isn't a little choked it just won't be. He shoots her a look, and lifts the empty mug above his head, sliding it onto the counter behind him. Then he settles back down onto the floor. “Do you-”

But then he's shifting closer, and she freezes as he presses the side of his body up against hers, still looking straight ahead. He settles down to be comfortable, and lets out a long, deep sigh.

She's frozen, unsure what's happening. The only real thing that she can come up with is that this is not Bakugou, this is some imposter, or he's been hit by some quirk, or he's asleep, or something. She has no idea what to do. “Bakugou-”

He huffs out a breath, his signature scowl crossing his face for a split second. “Just... don't talk.”

She nods, just sitting there, feeling like she can't move. He stares ahead, brow furrowed, and she wonders if she fucked it up somehow. She doesn't want him to leave. So, as nonchalantly as she can, she takes a sip of her tea, which is the perfect temperature now, and gently lays her head against his shoulder. After a moment he lays his head down on top of hers. She can't see his face anymore, but she thinks he might be calm again. His body holds the least amount of tension she's ever seen in him, his hands laying softly in his lap.

She holds the cup of tea that Bakugou made for her against her chest, and smiles as his breathing evens out and he begins to snore very quietly. Serene. She thinks again. She wishes Bakugou could be like this all the time, but she has to admit to herself, that would make this moment much less special.

So instead of wishing, or hoping, or wondering, she just closes her eyes and cherishes the moment.