Woo!! The First Comic For My Bnha X Poke Series! ( This Took Way Too Long To Color, I’m Not Sure If

I really want Team Rocket to be in Smash

“You’re….. touching me” 

His breathless voice finally cut through your panic, making you freeze and properly take in your actions as you tried to calm your racing heart and mind. Sure enough, your bare hands were gently cupping his face as you stared down at him, his own wide eyes staring back up at you. With a gasp of shock and horror, you quickly ripped them away, stepping back.

The two of you had been friends for years now, having met in a bizarre little antique shop one day, when you had unthinkingly spewed some useless facts at him. Unlike others, he had been delighted, and the two of you had hit it off ridiculously fast, hurling bizarre and creepy facts and jokes at each other with a childish glee. It had been the beginning of a beautifully strong friendship, one that had only gotten stronger over time.

Which is why you knew you had no excuse.

From day one it had been clear that he was extremely averse to touch, keeping himself covered almost head to toe, no matter the weather, and shying away from any possible contact. Over the years, you had come to accept that it was just part of who he was. 

Despite the fact that you were a very tactile and affectionate person, you never tried to push for more, even stepping up to defend him when others tried to brush past his boundaries, something he found endlessly amusing and endearing, much to your embarrassment. It had been a learning curve, given your nature, but you had learnt eventually, doing your best to make sure he didn’t have to go reminding you to keep your distance all the time. It wasn’t your place to force him to change, that wasn’t what friends did.

When you had seen him fall though, your heart had almost stopped beating. You had been almost beside yourself as you raced down to meet him, just as he managed to drag himself up onto the river bank. There was no logical way he could have survived such a fall, and yet there he was, looking completely unharmed. Your panicked mind was having difficulty comprehending it.

Unthinkingly, you had reached out, searching him desperately for wounds, oblivious to his harsh flinch and then the slack expression of awe that eventually followed. Devastated that you had breached his trust after so long, you began apologising rapidly, even more tears falling as you pulled away. You knew there was no excuse for your fuck up, not after having known him for so long.

Before you could move far, his hands shot out, latching onto your wrists tightly. The action made you freeze and fall silent, staring down at his large hands in shock. 

Slowly, he pulled you closer, still kneeling on the river back, clothes and hair soaked as he stared at you in wide eyed wonder. With careful motions, he pulled off one of his thick leather gloves, hesitating for a moment, before brushing his cold skin against yours. 

You watched in silence as his whole body shuddered, feeling your panic begin to bloom again as his eyes welled up with tears.

“You can touch me…”  He whispered breathlessly again.

Confused, you simply watched him in silence, heart aching as you saw him shake at the simple touch. Carefully, he pulled your hand back to his face, hesitating before all but nuzzling into it.

“You can touch me!” 

Your attempt to reply was cut off as his awe filled words dissolved into an almost hysterical giggle. Deciding to stay silent for now, you slowly knelt before him, carefully pulling him into your arms. Instantly, he all but melted into your embrace, clutching at you desperately as he let out a mix between a laugh and a sob, his entire body shaking like a leaf. 

Pushing aside your confusion, you simply held him, soothingly rubbing his back as he kept murmuring deliriously into your neck, seeming almost starved for your touch now that he had felt it. There were lots of questions that you wanted to ask, but now was not the time. For now, you simply held him as you both cried, knowing that somehow he was going to be alright. 

And that was more than enough for you.

Do you know of any other good bkdk fics/authors? I love yours so much, so much so that I’ve read all the ones you’ve made and I NEED MORE

I don’t read a lot of fanfic (cuz I’m kinda picky) but I’ll give you a rec list of some that I’ve read and liked!

First off, the only fic I ever bookmarked on AO3 and probably my favorite bkdk fic is What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop. It’s also probably the only finished fic I can recommend.

Some in progress fics I’m enjoying right now are torn fur, blunt teeth by SageMasterofSass. A great fantasy fic, but you should definitely read the tags before you read it since there is some mature stuff. 

A Little Issue by thebakuhoe is a very cute and fun “Izuku got turned into a kid” AU that I’ve been enjoying.

And the fic that inspired Foster-Mates is, of course, Izuku’s Home for Wayward Pets by glamor_weeb which I would again warn to read the tags because it’s quite mature (but if you liked Foster-Mates, you’ll probably be fine with it lol).

And finally, a fic that I unfortunately think might be abandoned since it hasn’t updated since December, but that I still really loved anyways, is The Only One Who Can Receive His Feelings by dracofides. It’s done all in texting format, so sorry if that’s not your thing, but it’s really cute!

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Lineless chibi made for my friend Yoyo c: 

He doesn’t have a Tumblr tho but we still love him.

kacchan realising he doesn’t just think of deku as a rival and a friend. it confuses him, because it’s deku, someone who’s constantly getting under his skin.

it’s nothing like the flowery descriptions he’s always seen and heard of, but he’s not so stupid not to notice that it isn’t normal to suddenly catch yourself with a strong urge to kiss someone who supposedly have platonic feelings for

many people would call him an idiot for not noticing sooner, but the way romance or crushes are normally described just isn’t enough to encompass the gravity of how kacchan feels

it’s hard to notice something that’s been there for a long time

their relationship just isn’t the innocent first love that gives you butterflies. no, the thought of deku doesn’t make him break out into a cold, nervous sweat. it lights him aflame, encourages him to do better than the previous day, to keep those eyes on him

he’s seen the way others behave around the ones they’re attracted to, how they get so tongue tied and flustered, behaving so differently from themselves, and kacchan feels the opposite with deku. with him, kacchan feels the most like himself; in his rawest and most unfiltered form

a lot of what they have is long standing, already established, but deku continues to surprise him. keeps him on his toes, keeps him challenged.

it’s nothing like cherry blossom confessions and puppy love. and because he never had a proper form of comparison, he’s never been able to put a proper word to it.

headcanons of adult kirishima with long or short hair are a blessing

but pls consider: mullet

also bonus:

BakuDeku “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.” If you have the time of course. ❤️

Izuku loves U.A. He has since his first year, and he probably will after he graduates March. It’s where he’s met so many of his good friends, where he learned so many new things, where he was finally able to chase his dream. 

But as much as he loves U.A., he also looks forward to every weekend when he gets to go home. Third years have free reign to come and go as they please as long as they’re back by Monday for classes. Its a freedom they weren’t permitted in their first year, and with everything that happened in their second… Well, it’s just nice to feel a little independent.

And, it helps that every weekend, he gets to meet Katsuki at the front of the dorms, and they ride the train back to their neighborhood. There hadn’t been any plan, and neither had said anything to the other, but instead had found them falling naturally together after Saturday classes as they headed for home. It wasn’t awkward, even if Katsuki’s quiet as Izuku babbles like he is now. Their feet lead them away towards the train station as Izuku rants about his dorm neighbor. 

“What’s got you in such a sour mood, nerd?” Katsuki says as soon as he sees him.

His face screwed up in disgust, Izuku glares at him. “You don’t want to know.”

Katsuki snorts, raises one brow. “Oh, yeah? Try me.”

Izuku internally smiles. He likes this with Katsuki. A lot.

“He’s doing on purpose, of course,” Izuku scowls. “Yuuga-kun makes a habit of knowing my most embarrassing secrets.” Like my crush on you, he doesn’t say. “Once, I found him putting cheese into my tea. My tea, Kacchan!”

“What the fuck was he doing that for?” 

Lowering his voice, Izuku’s nose crinkles in disgust. “He said it was an aphrodisiac to help me with my problem.”

With a huge guffaw, Katsuki throws his head back and bursts into laughter, his shoulders shaking and his eyes squeezed closed. Izuku’s completely taken aback, gaping as Katsuki’s laughter echoes down the empty street, loud and ringing. It peters off into snorting little chuckles, and Katsuki turns to him, his eyes still turned up and sparkling. His face slackens when he meets Izuku’s stare.

“What?” he says, glaring.

“O-Oh, sorry!” Izuku squeaks, coming back to himself. His eyes drop to the ground, sheepish. “You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

“Oh,” Katsuki says, and goes silent for a long moment. Izuku glances up, and Katsuki’s eyes are fixed ahead, down the road, and his face is just the slightest hint of pink as he shrugs. “Guess you’re just not that funny.”

“You say I’m funny looking all the time!”

“Yeah, but not like funny ha-ha!” Katsuki snaps.

“Is that a compliment?” Izuku asks, half-way laughing in disbelief. 

Katsuki glares at him. “You’d be dead if it was.” And Izuku breaks into a peal of laughter, completely missing the satisfied look on Katsuki’s face as they continue on their way home.

✩  Rising Heroes  ✩

Aizawa: Bakugou, can you please pick up the trash by the camp site?

Aizawa:

Aizawa: nO BAKUGOU PUT MIDORIYA DOWN