#mha bakugou katsuki

[sourdeers]

☰ ❝HEART BEAT❞

pairing ﹕ katsuki bakugou x reader.

— contents: sleepy katsuki. denki and kirishima are menaces. established relationship. short. — word count ﹕ 556 — a/n: OHMIGOSH FIRST REQUEST !! i i kind of went a little off-track . . . i hope that is okay and i hope you like this ! i also added jirou into the baku-squad b/c that is one of my personal hc’s ! request here.

“what is happening right now?”

”dude . . . he’s, like, asleep. in public.”

you don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s kirishima and denki standing in front of the couch, peering down at you and katsuki. you’d warned the blonde that falling asleep in the common room went against everything he stood for, and increased the risk of people finding out you were together, but he’d shrugged and said he didn't give a damn.

your eyes open just the slightest bit and kirishima flinches, taking a step back. “jesus, y/n!” he exclaims, clutching his chest dramatically. “you can’t scare a guy like that . . .”

”you guys better shut the hell up,” you whisper harshly, narrowing your eyes. you make sure not to move—not to shift too much and wake up your sleeping boyfriend. “if he wakes up and sees you two idiots staring at him, he’ll never take a nap again.”

simultaneously, they raise their hands in defense. 

“sorry, y/n,” denki says. “please, carry on with your . . . nap.”

the two of them share a glance, then snicker, then make their way out of the room. you let your head fall back into place, tucked into the crook of katsuki’s neck, and close your eyes with a sigh.

there’s maybe a minute and a half of silence before you hear giggles in the distance, accompanied by the sound of a camera going off. your eyes shoot open, immediately darting to the stairs, where kirishima, denki, mina, sero, and jiro are crouched down, phones pointed at the couch.

you narrow your eyes once again and furrow your brows. “what are you doing?” you mouth to them, lifting your head to look at them properly.

mina shrugs, a wide grin on her face. “when is the next time we’ll actually catch him lacking, huh?” she raises her brows and nods. “we have to take this loss and use it for our blackmail folder.”

”blackma—“ you start to repeat what she said, but katsuki shifts beside you and everyone freezes. nobody moves, nobody breathes.

katsuki isn’t a scary guy. no matter how the public paints him, no matter how many times he threatens to kill people, no matter how many times he’s accidentally made children cry—he’s not scary. 

however.

he does, in fact, hold a grudge. you ate his leftovers in first year once, and he didn’t talk to you for three months— even when you were his assigned training partner! denki made fun of his “bedtime” once, and the next day, denki had lime green hair.

you lay your head back down, keeping your eyes trained on the band of miscreants sitting on the stairs, and begin softly trailing your fingers across katsuki’s arm. you’re pretty sure you’ve pavlov trained him into falling asleep whenever you tickle his arm.

his breathing evens out again, chest heaving with a big breath, and then he’s fast asleep again. it almost brings a frown to your face because that’s just how tired he is. he’s been working so hard lately—he always had, but third year has been kicking his ass.

”go away,” you whisper to your friends.

surprisingly, they listen. they trail back up the stairs, mumbling to each other about something you can’t hear. you don’t really care though, because your occupied with your boyfriend's heart beating in your ear.

[sugarlywhispers]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

[ghost-doodles]

I think if given the opportunity Mitsuki would snap up the wonder duo for the fashion world

and I would thank her for it

[seumyo]

the price to pay when you’re a passenger princess.

You knew that there had to be a catch when Bakugou said he’d pick you up after your 12-hour shift at the hospital. But the thing was, you were too exhausted to dwell on the thought.

Or so you thought.

“You look dead on your feet,” he commented as he opened the door for you.

“Thanks for the compliment,” you replied dryly, tossing your bag into the backseat. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

The sleek, jet-black Porsche 911 Turbo S roared through the empty streets like a predator on the hunt, the low rumble of the engine vibrating through your very soul. Bakugou, of course, looked completely at ease, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift, a calm expression seen on his face.

You’ve come to understand that your husband was relatively calm when not provoked.

“Katsuki,” you started as the car picked up speed, “you do realize this is still a hospital zone, right? Maybe don’t speed like you’re in a Fast and Furious movie.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You literally just did.”

“Relax,” he drawled, shifting gears with precision. “You know I’ve got this.”

You, on the other hand, were internally reciting every safety procedure you could think of in case of an unfortunate circumstance to come.

“Should I call my assistant to make an appointment in advance?”

Bakugou snorts. “What? Don’t trust me?”

“Oh, I trust you. It’s the laws of physics I don’t trust,” you muttered under your breath, earning a low chuckle from him.

The worst part? There was barely any traffic this late at night, which only encouraged Bakugou to push the limits of what his new Porsche could do. You glanced at the speedometer and instantly regretted it.

“Katsuki, I swear to God—”

“What? It’s not like I’m breaking the speed limit,” he said with mock innocence, though the mischievous glint in his eyes told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

The Prefectural Government’s Public Safety Commissions should really revoke his license one of these days. Or you might not live to see the next one.

“By less than two!”

You leaned your head back against the seat, staring at the darkened city skyline as it blurred past you. You were exhausted from your shift, your feet aching, bone tired, but all of that was being drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of your life flashing before your very eyes.

You double-checked your seatbelt again. It’s never too late to actually be safe.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said without taking his eyes off the road.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to yell at me for being too hot and good at everything.”

“Wow? The audacity of my husband making such a bold claim,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “Have I fed your ego too much that you’re about to float away like a hot-air balloon?”

“Didn’t deny my claim.” He got you there.

You couldn’t argue with that.

“Just so you know,” you muttered, clutching the grab handle even tighter as he effortlessly weaved between two cars, “if I die tonight, I’m haunting you. And I’ll make sure to mess with you when you’re trying to sleep.”

“Good,” he said with a grin, finally glancing your way. “At least then you’d be with me all the time, huh?”

You stared at him, momentarily speechless. “Are you seriously flirting with me right now? While you’re driving like a maniac?”

“Who says I can’t multitask?”

Before you could fire back with another retort, the car slowed as you neared your apartment complex. Your death grip on the handle loosened ever so slightly, though your heart was still racing.

When Bakugou finally parked, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You unbuckled your seatbelt, your hands still trembling a little.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too or whatever.”

“I—wait, you actually said it.”

“What? Can’t a man just say he loves his wife?”

“Good point, but you rarely say it!”

“I pick you up after your every shift and make sure you don’t die of starvation or poor health. That’s enough than saying it, no?”

“But you said it! So it’s different.”

“Not.”

“It is!”

“Not.”

“Is!”

Terrifying car rides aside, there was no one else you’d rather be stuck with. Even if your husband drove you absolutely crazy—both on and off the road. This must be the price of being Bakugou Katsuki’s passenger princess.

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[awkwardbakugou]

im sobbing he's so beautiful!! 😭🫶

[kawoala]

#BEHIND THE SCENES 🎥: ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ You’ve Got Mail.

EVERYONE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE ─── y/n breaks exciting news to her friends and ochako takes her to out to celebrate, tsuyu included.

directors notes ─── smau/traditional/tweets. best friends! ochako uraraka & tsuyu asui. profanity. references to places in new york. alcohol consumption. hate tweets (?). also, if you see spelling errors, pls tell me via ask or dm! thanks. beta read my my glorious mutual @tokeposts !

word count ─── 1.6k -> 1,673.

you’re vibrating with excitement as you wipe down the counters. your hands shake as you text ochako. the smile on your face, seemingly permanent, is starting to hurt your cheeks.

you stop wiping the counter to stare at your reflection in the metal. this is it, you think. the lead role in a multi-million dollar project. you send a quick prayer to whoever, asking them to please not let this project get canceled halfway through filming—or worse, before it even starts.

shaking you from your haze of happiness, there’s a knock at the front door. you look up and smile once more upon meeting the scarf-covered face of your best friend.

you scramble out from behind the counter, hands working at the lock nimbly. you swing the door open and involuntarily let out a squeal of excitement. “you will never fucking believe the call i got today,” you whisper.

she pinches her brows together and takes a step inside, a shiver racking down her body. “it’s cold as hell out there!” she exclaims, rubbing her hands together to try and warm them. “i can’t believe you made me walk all the way over here.”

“yeah, yeah.” you wave your hand vaguely and lock the door again, turning to her with a barely controlled smile. “i got the part.”

her hands freeze, eyes widening a fraction. she opens her mouth, then closes it, like she’s unsure what to say. very faintly, her eyes start to shine with unshed tears.

“you got the part,” she repeats—a statement, not a question. she lets out a heavy breath, then laughs incredulously. “y/n, you got the part? are you serious? that’s amazing! oh my g- we have to call tsu! have you told your mom? oh my god, this is so awesome!” she rushes forward and wraps her arms around you, stray hairs tickling your nose. “we have to celebrate! oh my god, y/n, i’m so proud of you!”

you hug her back immediately, squeezing tightly and swaying back and forth for a moment. in this moment, it becomes real for you. you’ve told someone, it’s out in the air. soon enough, the cast will be released to the public. soon enough, you’ll be bombarded with followers and dm’s and creepy guys who want to buy your used underwear and—

“we have to celebrate,” ochako says, pulling away but not letting go of you. “are you done here? you’re done, right? we need to go out. i’ll call tsu and you can close up and then we can go get very drunk!”

you laugh and nod, overwhelmed by the amount of support she’s giving you. “absolutely,” you say, nodding again. “i have a change of clothes in my locker; i’ve been waiting for this moment.”

she pauses, clicking her tongue, then laughs. “that’s so you for some reason.” you tilt your head and she snickers. “i’m not elaborating on that. now go, go. get changed, lock the doors.” her eyes narrow, challenging. “let’s go get fucked up.”

as she ushers you away, you’re laughing. you can’t seem to stop, really. it’s real. you’re going to be famous and you’re going to be rich. as you strip off your shirt, you silently vow to spend your first paycheck on a nice dinner for you and your girls. they’ve done so much to support your career, it’s the only way you can think of to pay them back.

by the time you’re done changing, ochako is sitting down at one of the booths, scrolling on her phone. she must hear your footsteps, because she looks up and grins widely.

“you ready?” she asks, standing and straightening the nonexistent wrinkles out her coat. “tsu said she’d meet us at the bar. sunny’s, your favorite, of course. gah! i can’t believe my best friend is going to be a famous actress!”

she pulls into another quick hug, then grabs your hand and leads you to the front door, unlocking it herself and pulling you out. you make sure to lock it before letting her drag you away, hands still shaking from just how elated you are.

it’s a short walk to the bar, just a few blocks away from the diner you work at, tick tock. it’s small, designed to look a bit vintage, and arguably your favorite place in the world. you and your friends used to go everyday after school, whether it was to hang out or to actually order something. eventually, during your junior year, they started hiring. all three of you applied, and all three of you got the job. however, once university started, both ochako and tsuyu quit to get jobs that were more related to their career choices; the former majoring in communication, the latter majoring in biology.

of course, the bar is packed when you arrive. mostly college kids using fake IDs, but a few older people sitting at the bar and watching the hockey game on one of the TVs.

tsuyu is sitting at the bar as well, scrolling in her phone, sipping on what you presume is water. she’s never been much of a drinker, but she also doesn’t want to make anyone feel weird, so she comes to the functions and acts as the designated driver. or, in this case, the designated walker.

“tsu!” ochako yells across the bar, drawing attention to the two of you. your eyes widen and, when you loop your arm around hers, she just giggles. “this place is busy tonight. how long have you been here?”

tsu sighs and nods towards one of the older people at the end of the bar. “long enough to know his sister's fiancé’s cousin's brother's best friend plays professional hockey.”

you snicker and take a seat next to tsuyu, ochako taking the seat on the other side of her. you two exchange glances, then look at tsuyu, whose eyes are narrowed suspiciously.

“why do you two look like you just successfully robbed someone?”

“what? tsu, obviously we didn’t rob someone.” ochako furrows her brows and shakes her head.

“right,” you say seriously, nodding. “if we were going to rob something, it would be a bank. and we’d rope you into it, of course. make you the getaway driver or something.”

tsu nods, equally as serious. “oh, right, duh. you’re right; i’d never do good in a one-on-one situation like that.” she takes a sip from her cup and nods. “good looking out.”

ochako groans and shake her head again, this time more dramatically. “we did not drag you out of the apartment to talk about a potential bank robbery!” she exclaims, a little too loud. a few heads turn and you duck your head, hiding your laugh. “y/n has some very exciting- no, amazing news!”

tsuyu looks from her to you and tilts her head, blinking with wide eyes.

you take a deep breath and rest your hands on her forearm. “you’re looking at the new main character of the one and only between the raindrops.”

for a moment, she’s still. body unmoving, eyes unblinking. slowly, her mouth opens. “you’re joking,” she says. she glances at ochako, whose smile is so bright, it could blind someone. she looks at you again and her eyes get impossibly wider. “you’re not joking? y/n- oh my god! that’s so awesome!” she repeats ochako’s earlier actions, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. she leans away, grabbing your shoulders and squeezing. “you’re serious, right? it’s not funny to joke about this. i’ve put too much work into your acting career for you to be joking.”

you laugh and shake your head. “i am one hundred percent serious,” you say quietly. “i promise.”

she hesitates, smiling so hard you’re sure her cheeks hurt, before turning to the bar and gesturing to the bartender. “can i get a round of shots for me and my friends? straight vodka, please.” when the bartender raises his brows, she leans forward. “she just got the biggest role of her life!”

the bartender just sighs and nods, disappearing to gather your drinks.

“a round for all of us, huh?” ochako inquires, leaning towards tsuyu. “you’re actually drinking tonight?”

tsuyu takes a deep breath, throws back the rest of her water, and nods firmly. “you were right. we’re celebrating something huge. all of y/n’s hard work finally paid off. all of our hard work paid off.”

“your hard work?” you repeat, singular brow quirked.

“absolutely our hard work,” tsuyu says incredulously. “late nights helping you remember your lines, countless retakes of those video things, driving you to auditions—shall i go on?”

you bring your hands up in mock surrender. “okay, okay,” you laugh. “our hard work.”

after an hour at the bar, tsuyu is wasted. you’ve limited yourself, already trying to get used to the non-hungover life you’re going to living soon. and ochako disappeared to the bathroom ten minutes ago.

your eyes are trained in the TV as tsuyu puts an arm on your knee, startling you a bit. you look down at her flushed face and smile. “yes, tsuyu?”

“‘m really proud of you,” she slurs out quietly. “seriously. you deserve this.”

your smile falters, growing softer as she speaks. you put a hand on her back and hum. “i couldn’t have done it without you and ochako. i mean that. you guys are my rock. er, my rocks.”

she hiccups, then giggles, then rests her forehead against the varnished wood of the bar. you sigh quickly and glance around, looking for ochako; you’re pretty sure it’s time to head home. you know ochako is going to complain about how an hour at the bar isn’t much of a celebration, but, honestly, you think it is. you go out with them pretty often, but it’s never just the three of you. ochako usually brings her situationship, izuku, and tsuyu usually drags along her classmates, momo and jirou. hanging out with just the two of them, drinking with just the two of them—it’s enough for you.

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[cielito--lindo]

What's Going On?

wc: 1.8k

parings: bakugou katsuki x reader, some iida tenya x reader

a/n and warnings: aged!up au, prohero!reader, afab!reader, swearing, angst and a small amount of fluff, maybe eventual smut??

Part One. Part Two.

“That absolute mother fucker” You gritted out. You could practically feel the steam coming out of your ears. No contact for almost 6 months and then suddenly he’s sending you flowers? FLOWERS?! Oh the next time your lay your eyes on Katsuki Baukgou, it’s on fucking SIGHT.

Kirishima must have told him of your dinner plans for tonight. Katsuki had always been territorial, especially when it came to you. A tight grip around your waist was ever-present on your nights out, a snarl on the tip of his tongue if a guy got too close for his comfort. 

There was a faint flutter in your stomach as you remembered his hands around you, growling a soft “Mine”. 

NOPE. NOPE. CUT THE CAMERAS.

You squeezed your eyes and locked those thoughts away. “5 Gs, girl.” You muttered to yourself. Good god girl, get a grip.

Pain radiated from your palm and it wasn’t until then that you realized how hard you were squeezing the necklace in your hand. The light shining off of it caused prisms to dance along the walls of your office. You could feel your quirk humming under your skin, aching to be used. You haven’t felt like this since the last full moon, hell it feels even better than that. The small potted plant you failed to revive caught your eye from the corner of the room; letting your eyes flutter close, you lifted a hand and aimed the thrumming energy to it. 

Using your quick came as easy as breathing, you watched as the plant seemed to reverse in age. The browning leaves, fading to a bright and vibrant green. Your quirk worked through lunar energy, being able to manipulate dark matter and time-space. Or at least, that’s how your parents described it. They both came from planetary quirk families and they had passed their traits onto you, but you felt like there was more than what they had let on. Your mother’s quirk was in tune with the sun; your father’s the stars. It had been a long time since someone with lunar abilities had been born into the family. As you grew older, you felt other..aspects of your quirk manifest. Visions or illusions. The only person you had confided in about it had been Bakugou after a particularly vivid nightmare. You’ve had better control with them now, thanks to endlessly grueling training sessions.

You shook yourself out of the memory and admired the newly flowered plant. You quickly threw the pendant in your desk drawer, locking it away to obsess over later. Right now, you had to focus on this mountain of work in front of you and then...dinner with Iida.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

“Girl, you’re still here?” Ochako’s head popped in behind your door, your head snapped up at the sound of her voice. The afternoon shade had begun to replace the soft spring sunshine, you hadn’t realized how much time had passed. 

“Fuck what time is it??” You frantically searched for your phone, hoping you hadn’t made yourself later. You breathed a sigh of relief “Thank god, it’s only 5.”

Ochako gave you a flat look “You should’ve been out of here at 3!” She chastised you “This is what happens when you pull the I’m just a girl, I simply will die if I do my paperwork at a reasonable time.” 

“First off, fuck you. Second off, fair point.” You sighed in defeat “In my defense, it’s hard being a teen pro-hero.”

“Bitch, we are 28.” 

“Okay, whatever, god.” You rolled your eyes, dodging with a laugh as she threw one of the little mints you had in a bowl by the door. “Oh and also texting the group chat. Really? I got another one of Kirishima’s ‘I’m a child of divorce’  calls.” Ochako had the decency to look sheepish as it was your turn to chastise her.

“I’m sorryyyy, I was just excited!” Her eyes finally landed on the bouquet you had placed by the window “Oh my god, those are beautiful!” She rushed over to admire them. “Who were they from?”

Sweat prickled the back of your neck. Oh, they were from my ex-boyfriend who I’m sure now knows I’m going on a date with our old classmate because your nosy ass couldn’t resist gossipping to one of his best friends. “Uh, I’m not sure, actually. Didn’t come with a card.” A half truth was good. “I think it might have been from that charity I had helped with last month.”

She hummed, not fully paying attention. “Yeah, maybe.” She gasped “What if they’re from Iida?! Oh how romantic!” You quickly reacted as you saw her reach for her phone. Darkness swiftly creeped up her hand and shifted the phone into your hand. “Ugh!” She grimaced “I hate when you do that! It’s cold as hell!”

You waved her phone in front of her “I wouldn’t have to do it if you weren’t such a gossip! They definitely weren’t from Tenya, trust me.” You tossed her phone back to her. “Speaking of, I gotta get going if I wanna make it on time.” 

Ochako raised an eyebrow at the remaining folders on your desk. “That’s future Y/N’s problem.” You dismissed her. 

After locking up, you rushed back to your apartment, sending a quick prayer of thanks to Maia for finding you an apartment so close to the agency. 

You spent a good amount of time just staring at your closet after your shower. The scent of soft vanilla and coconut filled the room from your lotion and perfume. 

With your quirk, you produced visions of curated outfits you could wear. Not the best use of it, but it came in handy. Shuffling outfits for a while, you finally landed on a velvet dark blue two piece outfit. The corset top was embroidered with twinkling stars and showed juuuust enough cleavage to still be tasteful and the skirt had a slit that stopped mid-thigh. Thankfully it was still long enough that it touched the floor, even with the heels you paired it with. You definitely may have spent a little too much time on your makeup and hair, but as you checked yourself out in the mirror, you couldn’t help but grin. God damn, you definitely still got it. 

A faint beep came from your phone, signaling you that your uber was outside.

Well, here goes nothing. 

***

The restaurant was bustling as you entered, your eyes scanning the room. “Can I help you?” A smiling hostess asked as you approached “Do you have a reservation?”

“Uh, I believe so?” You replied “It would be under the name-”

“Y/N!”

Your head whipped around at the sound of your name. Iida stood, towering over the other seated patrons, waving you over eagerly. “Nice work” the hostess whispered over to you as she ushered you through.

“Iida!” You greeted, hugging him “It’s been so long!” His touch was gentler than you expected, long gone was the typical stiff Iida hug from your school days. The scent of clean laundry and citrus filled your nose. 

“It definitely has” He agreed as he pulled away “You look beautiful.” You watched as his eyes roamed over you, noticing the way they lingered a little longer around your chest. Mentally note that for later, you thought. He quickly moved to pull out your chair, you smiled up at him with a quiet thank you. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us some drinks. I hope you still like rum and coke.” 

“You still know me so well, Tenya. Color me impressed.” You grinned, seeing the tips of his ears turn pink. “So, what have I missed, Ingenium?”

He animatedly filled you in about his life since you had last seen him. His eyes still lit up whenever he talked about his brother and their family, boasting about being a proud uncle. After the waiter came and took your menus and orders, Iida cleared his throat. “Pardon, if this is too forward, but I can’t help but ask about the elephant in the room.”

You nodded with a resigned smile “Bakugou and I?” Iida responded with a sheepish smile of his own “I forget you weren’t around when it happened, it feels so long ago, but...not? If that makes sense?” You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, it makes complete sense. I think we were all surprised by the news, you both had been together since graduation. Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

You shrugged “It felt like we were living two separate lives, you know? I felt like I was the one trying to keep the relationship alive. The work we do is incredibly hard and trying to keep yourself alive as well as a relationship can prove...difficult at times. It wasn’t solely just on him, I also had things to work through, but he’s doing his thing and I’m happy to be where I am.” You looked up at him through your lashes, loving the way a soft blush dusted his cheeks. 

“If it’s worth anything, I’m happy you’re here too.” He grinned at you, his smile causing the small creases around his eyes to crinkle. He noted your empty glass “Oh, let me call over..Bakugou?”

You snorted, “Oh god, that would be the worst.” 

“Oh, would it be, you wannabe lycanthrope?” The sound of the gruff voice behind you made you freeze. 

You watched as Katsuki Bakugou himself strode towards your table, the model from the cover shoot trailing after him. You looked up and met his red-hot eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. He looked absolutely murderous, but his eyes..it felt like there was more betrayal than anger behind them. 

This cannot be happening, this cannot be happening. 

Ever the polite hero, Iida stood and extended his hand “Bakugou, it’s great to see you again.” Katsuki just ignored him, continuing his one-sided staring contest with you. “Uhm, are you going to introduce your date?”

That seemed to snap Bakugou back to the present “Huh?” He grunted, looking behind him. His date looked at him expectantly “Oh, her name’s Leah.”

“It’s Lisa.” She scoffed

His eyes returned to you “Yeah, whatever.”

You felt an uncomfortable heat rise up your chest. You couldn’t let him see you with your defenses down, not like this. You took a sip of your water before standing and smoothed down your outfit. You didn’t miss how his eyes roamed down your form hungrily, without shame in front of his date. “It’s nice to meet you, Lisa.” You smiled politely at her “I’m Y/N.” You turned to the man in front of you, “Bakugou.” You greeted. He always hated you calling him by his last name. 

“That’s for the fucking extras to do, you call me Katsuki or whatever you want. Not Bakugou.”

His jaw twitched “That’s-” He was cut off by the waiter, trying to grab his attention.

“Sir, your table is ready. Please follow me.” 

“Nice to see you again!” Iida said as Bakugou and his date were being ushered away.

“Eat shit, Sonic!” Bakugou yelled over his shoulder.

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[theinternetarchivist]

Woah who did that

Must’ve been the wind

[theangelsheardyou]

Bakugou headcanons bc if I don't have an mha audience on this godforsaken app then I will forge one out of my own blood and sweat

He likes lizards. Something about him just makes me think he was a lizard kid

Like he def would catch them and just watch them do their little lizard things as a kid

He probably owns one or two as an adult

I saw someone say this before but he was the type of kid to collect cool looking sticks and keep em in his bag, then forget about them until his mom finds them and yells at him

"KATSUKI WHATS WITH ALL THIS GARBAGE IN YOUR BACKPACK I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN THIS UP" *waving arms angrily* "I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY COOL STICKS!!!!"

Trans bakugou truthers I have one saved especially for u🫶

When he was a kid and was just starting to bind he wanted to feel like Mulan so he used bandages (very bad idea) and went to school like that (also a bad idea) and went to PE in that (an even worse idea)

He ended up passing out since he couldn't breathe and his teacher thought he was faking to get out of work, but ended up having to call an Ambulance

He has the energy of a kid with ADHD but who just forced himself to learn how to function properly

Like maybe as a kid he had trouble with it but it was his own decision to work hard to get better and now he is

That doesn't mean he doesn't have any other symptoms tho

He has a habit of letting his mind wander. If he's ever quiet with a calm expression and staring at nothing in particular, you know it's just The Voices putting his brain on autopilot for a while and not to bother him

I headcanon he would have 2 cats in high school, a beautiful black one he adores named Empress and a scrawny stupid looking calico named Spoingus who he found in a dumpster and just followed him home

OH ALSO ALSO

remember that black haired kid he was friends with back in middle school all the way from episode 1? (If u need a refresher just search "bakugou middle school friends")

Yea. They're exes btw. So.

They broke up mostly since black haired smoking dude (idk his name) was emotionally immature and distant, he wasn't able to be there for Katsuki the way he needed him to be.

This also ties in with my other headcanon that Katsuki is the more dependent one in the relationship, the more emotional

He definitely has a lot going on emotionally on his own, so he would want someone who can share that burden with.

You'll know he loves you when he's able to be vulnerable around you, otherwise you're just another friend or extra

He's bisexual, idc I'm calling it

I know the manga ended idgaf

He likes men who are emotionally stable, kind, and friendly, and he likes his women the exact opposite

Hc he has a thing for dominant women

Bro wants to be stepped on so badddddd😫😫😫

[dogwaterdish]

Bakugou: You wanna fight?! You got one!

Midoriya: Okay! *raises fists*

*All Might runs in, scoops Midoriya up in his arms, and runs away carrying him*

Bakugou:

Bakugou: What?

[sourdeers]

☰ ❝A MOMENT’S HESITATION❞

pairing ﹕ katsuki bakugou x reader

— content warning: part one here. confessions! deaf! katsuki. hearing aid malfunctions. reading lips. reader cries. profanity. kissing. soft! katsuki. arguing. — word count ﹕ 1,408 — a/n: I AM SO GLAD SOMEONE ASKED FOR A PART TWO OF THIS OH MY DAYS ! ! request here.

a week passes and things have been . . well, to put it lightly, awkward. katsuki’s texts are dry, he makes himself scarce in your presence, and when he actually talks to you, he sounds almost strained. you’re not sure whether or not he still wants you to attend the dinner party. when you text him about it, he sends a quick,

03:43 [ kats ] : yeah

it’s almost nerve wracking knocking on his door later that evening. the party starts at seven, but you show up at five. partly to give yourself time to get ready, and partly because you want to know what the hell is going on with katsuki.

“hey,” he greets curtly, nodding once. he looks past you, like he can’t meet your eyes. “you’re early.”

you blink at him. once, twice, before taking a deep breath. “i showed up early last time, too. i came to hang out with you, update you on my life. you know, since you haven’t bothered to check up lately.” you know it’s a little bitchy, but he deserves it right? he’s all but ignored you this past week.

he winces at your words and you feel a little bad. “yeah, i’ve been, uh, busy.” there’s a pause, then he steps to the side. “hungry? my mom made a cheese board thing, so there’s shit left over.”

you shift your bag on your shoulder—the one that contains your dress, makeup, and other various items you might need tonight—and shake your head. “not hungry.”

“cool.” you walk inside, brushing his shoulder as you do so.

this is so weird. you feel like a first year again, treading lightly around the angry blonde who wasn’t there to make friends. except this time, he’s not angry, just uncharacteristically quiet. without his guidance, you make your way to his room, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

he follows, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat at his desk. your eyes drift from him to the vivarium sitting on said desk, where his snake is perched in a log. you get distracted for a moment, staring into the seemingly mesmerizing eyes of viper. a cliche name, you think, but katsuki got the snake when he was a wannabe badass twelve-year-old, so you can’t really judge it.

katsuki clears his throat and you snap your head over to him, meeting his carmine eyes. “did you pass the test?”

“test?” you repeat, brows meeting in the middle.

“the one in mic’s? i helped you study for it?”

“oh, right.” you nod a couple times. “yeah, i passed it. it was actually easier than i thought it was going to be, i don’t know.”

he smiles, weak and not full of pride like you’re used to. “probably ‘cause i helped you, huh?”

you nod again, tight-lipped. an awkward silence settles over you, reminding you of silence from last week, when he wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“okay,” you say frustratedly, throwing your hands up. “what’s your deal, katsuki? you’ve been acting really weird for the past week and it’s really confusing. did i, like, do something wrong? because you’re normal with kiri and mina, but when it comes to me you’re . . . standoffish?”

he stares at you like a deer stuck in headlights, unblinking, unmoving. he stays like that for a long, drawn-out moment. it feels like years, but can’t be more than a few seconds. “you didn’t do anything,” he mumbles finally.

“cool, so you’re just acting like an ass for no reason?”

“i’m not acting like an ass!” he exclaims, fists clenching where they rest on his thighs. “i’m-“ he cuts himself off, sighing, and stands up, chair rolling behind him. “i’m not acting like an ass, i’ve just been . . .”

“busy,” you finish for him, a dejected tone to your voice. “right. too busy to text me, too busy to not walk away everytime i enter a room, too busy to talk to me like a normal fucking person. right, no, yeah. that makes total sense.” you roll your eyes and stand as well, fixing your bag as you sigh. “listen, if you didn’t want me to come tonight, you should have said so. i have schoolwork to do anyway.”

you make a move for the door, but he sidesteps, now planted in front of you. his eyes bore into yours, face flushed, jaw set. to an outside party, he’d seem pissed. to you, however, this is pure frustration.

“katsuki, move.”

“no.”

“jesus christ!” you say in an incredulous laugh, letting your bag fall to the ground as your arms go limp. you spin on your heel and press your palms to your eyes. “you won’t talk to me, and you won’t let me leave.” you turn back to him and glare. “what do you want from me, katsuki? you can’t keep acting like this and expect me to go along with it?”

without a moment's hesitation from him, he surges forward, cupping your face, and plants his lips on yours.

you’re frozen in your spot, eyes wide, nervous system going haywire. you’re unsure of what to do. is this why he’s been acting so weird all week? because he likes you?

as soon as your mind catches up with reality, and you let your eyes fall shut, he makes a grunting sound and pulls away, not meeting your eyes. he brings a hand up to his ear and snaps a couple times, brows furrowing in frustration.

“what the fuck?” he mumbles to himself, pulling his hearing aid off and turning it over to look at the battery. you can vaguely see a green light flashing and realize his hearing aids have died.

just your luck. of course his hearing aids would die in the middle of the most telling moment of your guys’ relationship. and of course your sign language is still shitty. and of course you would start to cry, because why wouldn’t you?

he must sense a disturbance in the air because he looks up at you, eyes softening as he clocks the tears welling up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” he says quietly. you can’t tell if it’s because he’s scared of being too loud or if it’s because he’s trying to be soft, but it makes you cry even harder.

“you kissed me,” you whisper, running a hand down your face. his brows furrow in confusion, gaze dropping to your mouth. “you kissed me,” you repeat, this time trying to make it more intelligible.

“stupid fucking hearing aids,” he curse, more to himself than to you. he scowls, then looks at you and sighs. “i’m not good with words. i was hoping that, uh, kissing you would explain it for me. did it?”

you let out a small, wet laugh and shake your head. “does this mean you like me too?”

“wait, go slower.”

katsuki fully lost his hearing in second year, meaning he can still say words properly without his hearing aids, but has trouble reading lips. he’s improved a lot since then, but it’s still shoddy.

you chew the inside of your cheek. “do you like me?” you repeat, this time slower, more articulate.

hesitantly, he nods. “that’s why i’ve been acting like a douche. because i didn’t . . .” he pauses, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “i didn’t think you liked me back. and i was trying to distance myself. you- you do like me, right?”

a grin splits across your face, and you take his face in your hands. you lean forward, stopping just before his lips, and whisper, “i think i might love you, katsuki bakugou.” you close the distance between you too.

his hands find your waist, pulling you closer to him, and your hands slide around his neck. for a moment, you get lost in him. in the way his lips slot against yours like they were made for each other, in the sounds he doesn’t know he’s making, in the way his fingers dig into your skin. you could stay like this forever, you think.

eventually, you have to breathe, so you pull away, resting your forehead on his. there’s a seemingly permanent smile placed on your face. his chest heaves and he returns the smile, quickly picking your lips once again.

“you know i have no idea what you said to me before that, right?” he asks softly, eyes flickering between your eyes and your mouth.

you just laugh.

[sugarlywhispers]

Just thinking about Pro Hero Dynamight getting caught as a hostage by a villain. How the fuck did that happened? Don't ask. Not even Dynamight himself knows how. Yet he fucking got taken.

His arms are tied behind his back, some kind of cloth around his hands that are wet with some liquid that prevents him from activating his Quirk. Fucking villain is smart.

The piece of shit keeps laughing and threatening him, explicitly calling out how he is going to kill Number Two, Pro Hero Dynamight. He gets closer to where Bakugou is kneeling, a knife making pressure on his throat.

And then, an explosively loud thunder is heard at a distance. But it keeps approaching and getting even louder as it makes everything shake.

Bakugou Katsuki smirks.

The villain looks confused and angry, “What the fuck is that?!”

A strong explosion opens almost half of the room where Katsuki is being held captive and the holy image of you blesses their eyes.

As the villain falls to the floor in fear, you walk inside the room looking like a crazed demon brought from the deepest of hell. Lava surrounds you, the vivid color of burning, high temperature around your face and body makes every villain shit their pants.

But Bakugou Katsuki thinks you're the most fucking beautiful creature that has ever existed in this world.

“That is my wife,” he smiles fucking proud.

a.n; another little lava girl!reader small thingy that wouldn't leave my mind lol ✨️😉

[megtheuntalented]

Tomura Shigaraki and AFO decided to strike a year earlier than cannon. Izuku and Katsuki were together because Katsuki was trying to hunt down Izuku to bully him some more. Then, Tomura launched his biggest attack yet and released lots of nomu. So, Izuku and Katsuki were stuck in the apocalypse together. Izuku's analysis and Katsuki's battle sense become incredible resources and they survive with each other's help (they also thrive, as Izuku is great when the most valuable thing in the world is knowledge, and Izuku helps Katsuki's quirk, as the second most valuable is strength). They become close friends. They become more, although they never define what they are because there was no one else to define it for. All that was left was them, and they already knew what they were to each other. Best friends, confidante, supports, heroes. They didn't think many people were alive, but the stories of their plights spread amongst the remaining survivors. Eventually, a rag-tag group of heroes and one escaped villain find them and recruit them. They go for a little (Katsuki is cautious and doesn't want to rely on others, but Izuku wants to build a suvivors group, so they agree on a trial period), and the group sees how good the others are at surviving and taking down nomu, so they start a small Rebellion. It soon grows large under the leadership of the two, and they both face off against Shigaraki in a final battle. There's no more nomu as they previously destroyed all the factories and killed all the other nomu. They become legends.

[vultureboi]

Hold on- so there’s the head canon that Katsuki knows how many freckles Izuku has. BUT DOESN’T THAT MEAN HIS WHOLE BODY??? Did he like- sneak glances to count in the locker room?? Or maybe when they were little they took a bath together or something??? And he calls Izuku a stalker??

[awkwardbakugou]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS

[peachsukii]

anyone else ever think about how *attractive* it would be if Bakugo put on eyeliner or an eyeshadow of sorts on under his mask to make it blend in with his eyes??? and then when he takes it off he’s got some emo-ass makeup on? like Batman??

so after a long patrol as a pro hero, he's def sweat and whatnot throughout the day so when he takes it off, he's got washed out streams of black all over his face.......or whenever he puts his mask on his forehead and accidentally gets it all over??

just me?