Just Saw This Post And, Just, Bakugo Finding Beauty In Someone Who Isnt Afraid To Stand For What They

Just saw this post and, just, Bakugo finding beauty in someone who isn’t afraid to stand for what they believe in. Even if you’re not some super powerful, insanely strong person—hell, if you’re weak, but you still will stand against the storm, ya know. You’re not afraid to fight, even if you know it’s a losing game. You have beliefs and you have those things you will never sacrifice, and instead of letting other people fight for you, you’re getting your hands dirty. You’d face the world to keep what you value.

Maybe, he’s thinking about how you’ fight to keep him too…

The same way he’d fight to keep you…

@miliwritesnow

I have been hiding this for a long time and I am sorry to everyone out there who disagrees but I—respectfully—hate the pet name ‟teddy bear‟ and thinking of Bakugo saying it makes me cringe.

So, Elvis Presley (love Elvis btw) sings a song called Teddy Bear and the whole Bakugo calling his SO teDdY BeAr thing has made me hate that song. My sister was listening to it the car the day I wrote this post, actually, and I was just sitting in the passenger’s seat CRINGING!

I have been hiding this for a long time and I am sorry to everyone out there who disagrees but I—respectfully—hate the pet name ‟teddy bear‟ and thinking of Bakugo saying it makes me cringe.

I would love to tell you all that I've been busy writing—like a good little unpaid author—but you all deserve the truth and that truth is... I have been... distracted...

Being a writer is so funny cause I'll just be sitting, stuck in a daydream—as per usual—and I'll think ‟that would be such a cool story‟ or ‟that would be such a cute drabble.‟ Then I sit for a little longer until I realize—oh. I'm a writer. I can write this. Then I don't.

This is basically a shitpost and it’s gotten more attention than a few of my better posts and I just want to say I respect that

I just want you to know that if class 1-A had to pair up for sit-ups, I would be with Bakugo so I could sit on his feet and rest my arms on his knees. Then I'd rest my cheek on my arms with a smirk and watch the flustered blush on his pretty face deepen each time he rose up—inches from my face. He'd finally be all ‟The hell are you doing?‟ And I'd smile, rising up a little to meet him as he came up from another sit up. He'd act tough but we all know his heart would be skipping like the classic school girl with a fat crush and he'd pout, lips inches from mine. I'd tilt my head to make that space a mere centimeter then, I'd flick my eyes up to his and smile. ‟Your feet smell like ass.‟ And I'd run away as he tried to kill me.