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y’all katsuki is taking notes
His fanboy behavior is feral. Lolol look at this nerd
Boku no Hero Academia || Bakugou Katsuki Episode 141
Wait y’all. Am I (a) delulu or (b) late to the party but does the neck of Bakugou’s winter costume part insulation but also a design cred to Best Jeanist??
Headcannons with no logic that my brain holds as facts:
Katsuki is absolutely a submissive who probably wants to be told what to do because his parents/the world never told him no.
Comfort Dating Headcannons
AN: Needed a break from a larger fic I am writing and I wanted some comfort/fluff. Like, Reblog, and enjoy!
Todoroki:
He messages you the morning of your date saying he was en route to the hospital and had to cancel. Upon getting curious and genuinely checking in for his health, he responds with “I wasn’t feeling well this morning and Denki said I had butterflies in my stomach. I dont know when that could have happened but I think its important that I head to the hospital and get them taken out.” After several message exchanges and a 5 minute phone call, you two do end up going on your date and Todoroki learns another important message in the value of expressions
Everything you say or recommend is the word of the gods to him. You casually mentioned that you just read a really good book from your favorite author that he may also like and two weeks later he comes up to you saying that he finished the book and did indeed like it (although he has several questions about character growth and decisions he must ask you). When you are shocked he took your recommendation he responds with “I take all of your recommendations seriously. I like knowing what you like and why”
It’ll be work but MARRY THIS MAN
Bakugou:
I value everyone’s opinion but I am still convinced with my whole heart that despite this man looking and almost acting exactly like his mother, I think he takes after his father’s side when it comes to interpersonal relationships, and dating in general. Sure, he’s determined and a get-it-done type of person, much like Mitsuki. However he gets so fixated on getting it perfect and right that he ends up stalemating himself when it comes to asking you out. This time he was going to do it. He plotted the perfect date, down to the weather patterns. And after screaming “Just do it, Nerd!” To himself in his head he launch himself off the couch and stalks over to your direction at the table. However, panic strikes again when you lift your eyes from your laptop and pierce him right in the heart. The ‘perfect proposal’ ends up being a jumbled mess of “Hey, Y/N! Do you want to…fuck - no not that I mean- shit, what I’m trying to say is…DAMNIT NEVERMIND!” And a small explosion just because its him and he storms off. You end up texting him and after careful and dedicating prodding to not further bruise his already tainted ego he does ‘kinda’ get it out that he wants to spend time with you outside of the normal circumstances. And yes, the weather was absolutely perfect when you two did go out together
Much like his father to his mother, to him, you are the sun. He’s just the lucky planet that gets to revolve around you. He spent most of his life only focusing on being the number one hero and nothing else. When that shifts to ‘be Y/Ns number one’, ho-my, be ready. It’s about to be the most chaotic but best ride of your life!
His love for you is somewhat disjointed. While he has the best intentions to adore and love you, his past trauma and old habits sometimes make their way into your relationship.
Midoriya
Would 100% bring his notebook to your first date and try to secretly jot down things he hears about what you like doing or how bits about you so he can remember them for future dates and presents. Of course you catch him and while at first its absolutely creeps you out, you realize that he has a notebook for all his friends with all the stuff they like doing or cool things about them. It’s pure
He is the absolute best person to come to when you are sad or in need of support. He’s patient and he’s such a good listener.
He’s awkward AF and swings passionately through emotions, however he will casually drop the best one liner affirmations or compliments. Like bro, you’re nervous to hold Y/Ns hand but then you just randomly say “Don’t be nervous Y/N, I believe with my whole heart you’ll do your best and everyone will see what a star you are.”
That’s all for now. Let me know if you want more.
IDK how to delete this dang poll and I’m stressed
Met too girl
Imma dm you and show you how to delete it
Reading the newest leaks of ch 409 with Beyonce’s Homecoming live album from Beychella in the background is the religion I didn’t know I needed today.
BEAT HIS ASS, YOUNG BAKUGOU
Clearly Kacchan is loving the pain his quirk is causing him
Me when I’m on a writing blitz but I’ve also been up for over 20 hours
Midoryia - kacchan, what do you want to be for Halloween?
Bakugou - to be left alone.
(Should I have laughed too hard in my head about this?)
AN: Welcome to an episode of ‘Fully fleshed out prompts that will never make it into a story because I am a tired human’, featuring TodorokixBakugouxY/N Fantasy AU.
Thinking about your arranged marriage to Prince Todoroki; the quietest and most reserved of the Todoroki heirs. And while he’s not the next in line, he is the strongest. But he has in power and prestige he lacks in conversation and warmth, thus your arraigned union and you finding your bed cold and empty on your wedding night. Where did he run off to? In fact, your entire life has become distant from your now husband, separate wings of your shared estate, lonely nights, and on the occasional moments where you are on outings together (forced by his father) he is mute, and intimate for the sake of formalities. It’s all a facade. You didn’t understand it, you were the perfect spouse. Willing and eager to please; you didn’t want this either, but you were willing to at least try.
However, it was one night where you had enough of your elusive husband that you come charging into his room unannounced, ready to hold him accountable to his lack of actions (or just hold him in general). But, of all the things you expected to find in Todoroki’s room, a naked barbarian blonde covered in sweat, scars and tribal ink of the fae lands of where he called home… that was unexpected.
You had never seen this much emotion on Todoroki’s face; shame, horror, anger. For you, you felt relief. Your husband wasn’t an all powerful and all emotionless creature; he was just in love with another man…that just happened to be a fae at the helm of leadership of one of the many fae tribes the Todoroki kingdom was at war with. After all, the Todoroki kingdom stole magic from the fae lands, hardly a forgivable act.
But, you could work with that. In fact, after the angry blonde slipped out of the window and into the night the two of you struck a bargain. You both play the part of doting, loving prince and princess while he continues his trysts with his barbarian love and you have the power and influence to start to implement changes in the kingdom. The first task is to stop the war, improve the lives of all the kingdom’s citizens and learn more about the fae folk. After all, your hunger for knowledge was far more satisfying than any meal of love and flesh. Todoroki agreed, he could convince Bakugou to let his very, very estranged wife in on some fae knowledge, right?
However, two problems existed, how long could you play at your game before King Enji demands you produce and heir, and how long can Katsuki Bakugou withhold his own desires for you; after all, he has so, so much to teach you about the ways of the fae.
All of their ways. And why couldn’t the man have both the prince and princess?
Fandom: Look! Deku is holding Bakugou’s tie!!
Me: well of course he is how else are you going to keep his dead-ass upright. (Laughs and proceeds to cry)
AN: I have stumbled into the world of ‘Who Hurt You’ BookToks and I have to say I am so excited that the reading community is in its renaissance phase and now I cant stop thinking of a Katsuki x Y/N who hurt you prompt.
HOWEVER
I see a lot of Katsuki as the person in power/influence so I decide to Uno-Reverse this and put him in the damsel in distress seat.
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“I’m not going to ask you again,” Your voice didn’t have malice to it, but the usual jest in your tone was replaced with something more dark and ominous. You didn’t like to act this way, but this was Bakugou, and you were fucking queen damnit. And here was your captive standing before you with his usually gorgeous face marred with a large bruise to the cheek and a split lip.
The warrior responded to you tone with a defiant huff, his arms crossing over his bare chest. He attempted to lift his chin up at you, his nonverbal cue for ‘ you may be the queen but I dont take orders from you’, but the wince of pain that graced his face all but stopped him.
“It ain’t your business, your majesty.”
You stepped forward, “You’re in my kingdom, under my house, and you are my captive. Everything that is your business, is my business. So, I’ll ask again. Who did this?”
Bakugou had all the cards against him. You were right, he was your captive (albeit by a simple mistake, a robbery gone wrong), and he was in your kingdom, but that doesn’t mean he has to play by your rules. After all, he’s gotten this far without too much trouble. Save for the split lip and all that.
As you continued your approach closer to the blond your eyes caught on a particular mark on Bakugou’s face. Tenderly (but with enough force to say ‘stop resisting’), you hands worked around his jaw to lean in close, inspecting the small insignia that imbedded itself into his cheek.
“Hm, there’s only one person I know who wears rings with that marking.” You concluded before letting him go, not noticing the flush of red that was now receding from Bakugou’s face. “Stay here.” You ordered before leaving the room.
Hours later Bakugou was awoken to your return, the sound of metal clanging against the wooden table next to his bed.
“The hell is all this?” He asked lazily, his brain still waking from slumber.
“Chisaki was always so...elaborate with his jewels. The coat, the mask, I always found it so overtly opulent. Either way, he doesn’t seem to have need for these anymore, so I figured they’d be better off in your possession.”
Despite your stoic appearance, Bakugou could see the glimmer of pride in your eyes as you spoke. The droplets of blood that coated the rings didn’t go unnoticed either. “What did you do?” He asked.
You smiled while glancing over at him, “How lucky for him though. The last thing his hands ever touched was your beautiful face. Despite his circumstance, he should find comfort in that.”
Bakugou had to spend the rest of the evening wondering that despite your haunting actions and smile, he too found comfort in them.
Popping on here to say
I will update The Queens Champion this month
I am catching up on my monthly prompts challenge (so many good ones in February I WILL make time to post)
I’m having thoughts of writing a Natsuo x Y/N (nothing to back this up but I feel like he’s going to make Touya come to his sense in endgame)
And, now I have this random headcannon that Bakugou would be the WORST at goodbyes. Sometimes he just walks away without saying anything. Doesn’t matter if the conversation is still going or if someone was still talking directly to him. When he’s done,
He’s out.
Calls are even worse. He will just hang up out of nowhere. Once he has what he needs or his very small social meter is full. Peace out, do not disturb.
And yes, he puts everyone on read in texts.
Most of the class just goes along with it. That’s just who he is. You? Not so much.
When you confront him about it he gets all defensive. “I was done talking so I left! The hell you want me to say?!”
“….goodbye! You’re supposed to say goodbye Bakugou!”
Now that you two are dating, he’s hyper aware of it. But still an ass about it.
“Can I hang up now?”
“Oi! This conversation done yet?”
Or he’ll just obnoxiously shout “Ok GoodBYE!” At the end of every conversation.
And the one time you didn’t say goodbye to him?? Whew.
6 texts and 5 missed calls asking WTF was wrong.
And, of course, you left him on read.
I need to fully flesh out this fic but I imagine Bakugou marrying someone who just has him whipped. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still Bakugou through and through, but man is he a low key Masaru 2.0
Like he’s out for tea with his wife and some old his old UA alumni and she overhears someone saying something rather unsavory about Kirishimas new hero costume so she stands up to confront them. Bakugou, knowing how absolutely dangerous his wife is, motions to get up as well. His wife, without breaking eye contact with her next victim says,
“Sit down.”
And oop, down he sits. Much to everyone’s surprise.
Moments later he does get up to go grab his wife, Sero commenting, “yeah go get her dude, there’s like five of them over there.”
“Nah,” Bakugou responds, annoyed but dawning a shit eating grin, “gotta go save them from her.”
He loves her so damn much.
Vol 37 cover
When you were expecting crumbs but you got the whole meal.
AN: Using the Year Of The OTP prompts…incorrectly for Bakugou x YN prompts. But Bakugou is MY one true pairing, does that count? I did not proof this b/c life.
TW: Infertility
Prompt 2: First Kiss
You needed more of the soap. Not any type of soap. That special, remove dirt, grime, the truth you didn’t want to face type of soap. You should have known better and bought that extra bottle when you walked by it in the grocery store. Thinking to yourself that you didn’t need it, things would be different.
But here you were, knuckle red and peeling as you scrubbed your undergarments in the bathroom sink of your shared apartment, hoping the crimson stains and any excitement you had would wash away down the drain. You only had a few more seconds before your absence would be noted; you only needed a few more scrubs.
“Hey.”
Fuck. The wall that you had built so hard to maintain rattled the moment you heard his gravely voice against the rasp of his knocks on the door.
Another knock.
An attempt to turn the locked handle.
“Oi! Open up.”
“Katsuki it’s fine.” Even your ‘its fine voice’ was shaking, and that was the best, and last card you had, “I’ll be a few more minutes…” Your attention went back to the sink, scrubbing as hard as you could as if your life, and any remaining control you had depended on it.
“Open the door, Y/N. Let me in.” Bakugou was soft enough to know he had an inkling of what was going on, but held a sternness to him that his request was more of a command. But you were his partner for good reason, you didn’t back down to him.
“No. I just-just give me five more seconds.”
He continued knocking. He continued shaking the door. You couldn’t take it any more. Your wrists slammed against the bathroom sink, “I’m sorry.” You sobbed, “I’m sorry. I thought it would be different, I thought we did it right. I did everything right!”
The knocking stopped. You could see the pressure being lifted from the handle. A sigh from the other end of the wooden barrier between you and the love of your life that your body once again disappointed.
“You remember that time we first kissed?” He asked.
That took you off guard. Of course you remembered. You two were the running joke of your friend circle, the ‘slow burn, rivals to lovers’ tale that when you two finally admitted feelings for each other it was so cosmic that broke each other. Well, Katsuki rushed in to kiss you for the first time with such force he knocked you over, and then he himself falling on top of you breaking his confidence and your arm in the process. It was the internal joke that he quickly discarded his heavy gauntlets for lighter ones because of that incident.
“Well?” He rasped, breaking out out of your daydream.
“Yeah, I remember.” You responded between sniffs.
“Better of.” What a Bakugou thing to say. “What did you tell me after?”
As much as you enjoyed the moments before your lives became complicated, you couldn’t understand the root of his questions, “Why are you asking me this?”
“I told you I fucked it all up and you said sumthin like ‘you’re an idiot for thinkin’ that, just help me up and we’ll try it again.’ And I helped your ass up and we tried again…and then you had to wear that ugly cast for 8 weeks.” You could tell he was smirking on the other end of the door. “I don’t….I don’t know how to fix this, But it isn’t your problem or your fault, so open the damn door and let me help you up so we can try again.”
The unlatch of the door echoed the hallway before it swung open, you pulling Katsuki into the small room and into your arms. His strong arms wrapping around you. “I’m surprised you didn’t call me an idiot.” Your lips murmured against his skin, your tears mingling against his sweat
“Savin’ it for later.” He spoke into your hair. Your arm wasn’t broken, and there was debate to whether you yourself were. But, if there was anything going on inside you that needed repair, It didn’t matter. There wasn’t anything too broken that you and Katsuki couldn’t fix.
You’d help each other up, always, and try again.
AN: Using the Year Of The OTP prompts…incorrectly for Bakugou x YN prompts. But Bakugou is MY one true pairing, does that count?
January prompt: Snow
There it was; delicately falling from the sky. Spinning and twirling before neatly touching his boots, evaporating against the steeled covering only to be replaced by several more flakes, now falling much faster than the first flake before.
Bakugou hated snow. The snow meant the cold, which would strain his quirk as accumulating sweat would be much more of a pain than before. His explosions would be weaker, his hero outfit would have to be layered up and it would slow him down, his gauntlets would get jammed up easily, and his damn socks would get wet no matter how waterproof his boots where. Not to mention his favorite spices were now out of season so even on his days out he can’t even catch a break!
He was going to be miserable; everyone knew it and everyone knew to steer clear from his bad side, which was all his sides.
All because of the damn snow…how delightful.
The snow gave opportunity to show up at your door unannounced to get warm, a reason to sit and hold you closer, ability to nag you for not wearing clothing warm enough, permission to call to ensure you didn’t forget your gloves when you left to work. More tea together, shared blankets and baths, invitations to holiday gatherings where you could be each others plus one.
Despite the chill that clouded the air, the first snow always brought Katsuki Bakugou such warmth.
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