#ooc bakugo

[drunk-cryptic-witch]

Bakugo: *in a battle, confused why no villains are coming his way*

Bakugo: *spots Y/N up ahead*

Bakugo: CAN YOU NOT FINISH ALL OF THEM OFF FOR FUCKS SAKE-

#mha #bnha #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugo fluff #bakugo headcanons #bnha smau #incorrect bnha #incorrect mha #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki fluff #mha smau #ooc bakugo #bakugo fic #bakugo imagine

[itgetzweird08]

Okay walk with me- this sound has had a death grip on me so I wrote a lil smth 👀 (I wrote two variations of this, so here’s the other version)

Bakugo x Reader

Imagine you and Bakugo knowing eachother since kindergarten. He was loud, boastful, smart and, proud. You were on the more quiet side, choosing to color or read or even nap during down times. You didn’t talk to Bakugo much, never had much of a reason to. You didn’t share any friends and didn’t have much in common. Yet, every once in a while, you would notice him staring at you. Yet you never thought much of it.

However, for Bakugo, every time your eyes met his, his heart fluttered in his chest. You were always a bit of a mystery to him, a puzzle he could never quite figure out. You were the only thing that really scared him. Not because he saw you as a true threat, but he knew himself and his personality, and even when he tried to be kind it was taken the wrong way. He never wanted to mess that up. But god, how he wish he could say hello.

As you got older, he only yearned more for you. He wished he had the courage to compliment your new hairstyle, or the new pin on your backpack. He over heard you talking about your favorite tv show one day, and he wished he was brave enough to come to you the next day after watching every episode, just to make conversation. As the years went by, Bakugo fell in love with you. Yet you, beautiful you, were unaware.

When you both got into UA, it was a miracle by All Might himself that you were both in class A together. And he finally saw it as his shot, his chance to get to know you more, and for you to know him. That way, maybe, you would come to love him just as he had come to love you for all of these years.

“I could never choose to love another”

“Maybe one day I could learn to love you…too”

#mha #mha fic #boko no hero academia #bakugo x black reader #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #mha headcanons #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #mha katsuki bakugo #bakugo ooc #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #unrequited love #mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #mha fanfic #mha x black reader

[earthtooz]

bakugo fluff to heal the soul!

bakugo katsuki was fuming in his seat.

it’s not necessarily strange for him to be doing so, but normally it was due to the antics of kirishima and kaminari that gets him all riled up. this time though? it was you.

it all started the moment you stepped foot into the classroom because as soon as mina noticed you, she was already shouting her heart out at this hour of the morning (not that the time mattered much to bakugo because he wanted her to shut up at all times of the day).

but it was what she said that ticked him off even more.

“y/n! you’ve got an admirer!”

bakugo katsuki had to watch in slow-fucking-motion how your face lit up in a (beautiful) smile that almost had his anger raging as wildly as his explosions because it wasn’t him that was making you smile like that.

it wasn’t his love letter that had you giggling and flustered, it wasn’t his bouquet of flowers that you were fawning over and it wasn’t his box of sweets that you were admiring. only he had the right to make you feel like that. 

bakugo is brought out of his misery with the familiar voice of a certain red-haired. “oi! thought you’d never confess to y/n, finally grew a pair?” kirishima asked, bending down to match the blond’s seated position. 

bakugo scowls harder as he gruffly murmured, “that wasn’t me.”

“oh man! really?” kirishima looked back at your desk, noticing the gentle way that you were handling the gifts, setting them down on the floor beside you. “i guess y/n is popular, better shoot your shot before it’s too late.”

small explosions spark from bakugo’s palms as he screams, “i know, dumbass!” 

for the rest of school he had to witness the dazed, delicate expression you wore, paired with a gentle smile that never seemed to fade from your lips the whole day. he even found you fiddling with the card you received, reading it over for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. 

bakugo could write a better one. 

and if that wasn’t enough, he had to watch the way you held the gifts closely in your arms, cradled protectively to your chest as you tried to preserve their sacredness, hearing about how you were going to ‘put the flowers on my windowsill. they’ll be so pretty!’. 

he was going to blast those stupid floras into pieces, not understanding why you were feeling so special over some stupid extra’s ‘chivalrous’ actions because you deserved far better.

and you better fucking believe that he could make you smile wider than anyone else 

that’s what he did, knocking on your door ferociously the next day, bakugo katsuki was holding an even bigger bouquet of arranged flowers, far more grand than the small one you received yesterday, as well as some of your favourite pastries from the local bakery that you always took him to. and as a card? well, it was him. did you need any more? 

was his heart racing because of nerves or because of spite? he didn’t know.

“coming!” your voice comes from the other side of the door and sure enough, the telltale sign of a door unlocking reaches bakugo’s ears. you greet him with a smile, “oh, hey! bakugo- whoa, that is a big bouquet of flowers.”

“‘s for you,” he grumbles, unable to look away from your expression, gauging for a reaction. you’re silent for a moment before pointing at yourself. 

a weak ‘me?’ slips past your mouth.

“who else, dumbass? you’re the only one worthy of fuckin’ flowers.”

he dumps them in your arms and you gape at him. “wait- was it you that gave me-”

“nope, but you best believe i outdid them.”

you laugh, a sound that bakugo has grown to cherish over the time you’ve spent together. with a softer, adoring look in your eyes, bakugo thinks he’s reached the peak of life as you meet his gaze. “thank you, bakugo,” you say quietly but there’s something in your voice that tells him that you’re trying to keep your giddiness on the low. he can tell in the way that you marvel at the flowers with a wondrous expression, holding them to your heart.

he scoffs, not in a dismissive way, but in a manner of content.

“oi, i’m takin’ you out tomorrow night, on a date.” bakugo tells you and your chest flutters in the way that it always does when you’re around him. “you’re always pretty so i don’t need to tell you this, but dress nice.”

you beam at him and his heart stutters, “‘kay, only for you though.”

“don’t say shit like that!” the blush on bakugo’s face tells you enough as he stomps away.

he’s happy when you send him a picture of his flowers that sit pretty on your windowsill.

#ooc??? slightly unedited bc i don't have time :( #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #ao3 bakugou

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — anyone would be silly not to love you, katsuki.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader, no warnings. so fluffy it’s sickeningly sweet.

katsuki knows that he’s a little difficult to deal with sometimes. to love is a different story altogether.

from a young age, he never really cared about what others thought about him. he wasn’t interested in friends, tolerated his family and he didn’t care for women at all. and at 16, he deemed this to be a perfect way to live.

well, now he was 22. who knew that loneliness would hit him in tumultuous spouts of self loathing and bitterness? not him, that’s for sure. he sees his friends getting into relationships and while he’s thankful that they always include him in things despite his brash attitude and sharp tongue, there’s an embittered taste on his tongue that lingers when he sees kirishima and his girlfriend.

katsuki doesn’t think he’s particularly unattractive either and women do approach him; unfortunately, they’re left sour by his mannerisms and deadpan tone of voice. at 18, he didn’t care that girls didn’t really understand him. but four years is a heck of a long time to change your view on things: things being love.

you tell him that anyone would be silly not to love him.

katsuki has known you since he was a stupid, brooding adolescent kid. he thinks it’s a blessing and a curse that you came into his life so forcefully, uprooting yourself and plopping your ass into the middle of it. he’d never tell you but sometimes when he’s on blind dates with the next girl that denki thinks is “the one,” all he can think about is you: especially when his forgettable date orders your favourite, barbecued duck noodle soup, to be exact and he remembers when you made that for him on his 18th birthday.

when you come over to his place to cook dinner and watch a film, you ask about his date and katsuki alludes to the failure of it and that she also “eats really noisily,” a pet peeve of the blond’s. you frown cutely, like you always do when he tells you about the flings that don’t go well.

“well, anyone would be silly not love you, katsuki,” you’d always say and it was routinely with the way he’d stand behind the kitchen island and you’d smile at him, eyes crinkled and shining, making a raspy breath hitch in his throat.

and when dinner was ready, you’d set out both your bowls of dumplings and duck and sometimes you’d put on a netflix show that you really like (katsuki thinks netflix sucks but for you, he’d watch paint dry); however, this time, you opt to just talking, catching up on your day and the plans for the week.

“y’know, blind dates aren’t all they’re cracked up to be anyway. statistically speaking, your soulmate is probably someone you’ve known all your life,” you say candidly, slurping noisily and katsuki watches you thoughtfully before scoffing, all bemused.

“i speak to maybe four women, including you and my ma. great odds,” and you giggle at that, making his heart jump while some soup dribbles down your chin.

“there’s someone out there for everyone, okay! and who are the other women besides me and your mom?” you raise a brow jokingly and katsuki lifts a hand to softly flick at your head.

“just coworkers. like i said, the odds ain’t great,” he grumbles and you rub at the spot on your head before resting your hand on top of his and lifting it back up to press it to your warm cheek.

“you have me! am i not enough woman for you?”

katsuki’s eyes soften and his thumb subconsciously rubs across your skin.

“plenty ‘nuff woman for me. don’t know who else could put up with me,” he says earnestly and both your eyes widen almost comically at the words that slipped out of his mouth.

he’s about to dejectedly pull his hand away when you slightly lean into his touch, “it’s like i said. anyone would be silly not to love you,” and you angle your face so your plump lips kiss into his thumb.

you decide not to comment on the reddening tips of his ears and the pink dusting across the golden specks of freckles on his cheekbones, to save him from the embarrassment.

maybe it’s the years from knowing katsuki that allows you to always say the 8 words: from seeing him transition from a brash, harsh, emotionally constipated 17 year old who was at least three inches shorter than you (he would vehemently deny the passing of time in which you would tower over him) to an almost 23 year old man, who picks you up from school most days, who’d wash your makeup off when you got too heavy handed with the liquor, who knows your order at the local chinese off by heart and who is now definitely almost a foot taller than you.

before katsuki washes up, he shyly asks you to stay the night - in his own roundabout way of being timid, which includes his heavy voice and a seldom amount of eye contact - and you normally do sometimes, with him sleeping on the couch while you take up his kingsize bed. your heart shakes a little in your chest but of course, you smile in reply and nod. you and him both know that this time, it’s different.

“we can stay in my bed… if you want,” mumbles the man gruffly and this time, you bite back a smile. dealing with katsuki meant that you didn’t like to fluster him at times where he was opening up to you, albeit in small, crumbly pieces.

you nod again and reply.

“of course.”

it’s 9:35pm on the dot when you both settle into the duvet of his huge bed and katsuki is kind of stiff, to say the least, and there’s a metaphorical wall between you two. you think he’s staring straight up to the ceiling, if his breathing pattern and the slight glow of his red eyes told you anything.

“is it okay if we cuddle?” you whisper, turning to your side to face him and you think you did something right because he breaks out of his self-doubting stupor and after a few moments, opens up his arms to your smaller body as a leg wraps around his waist and an arm drapes across his chest.

“you okay, katsuki?” you whisper again. “did i do something?” and he can hear the pout and the furrowed brow in your voice.

katsuki all but he wraps an arm around to pull you closer, “no. just go to sleep, dumbass.”

you pull yourself up and he panics a little but he can slightly make out the smug grin on playing on your lips and your bright eyes in the dark as you lean on his chest to be level with his face.

“i promise no one under the age of 45 goes to bed at half 9. you’re so lucky you have me,” and before he can ask what you mean on “having you,” you press your lips onto his and it’s ended before it even started. the taste of his mouthwash and your chapstick lingers and he’s stiff all over again.

“anyone would be silly not to love you, even if you act like an old man,” you sigh, bonking your head softly onto his and he inhales deeply, playing with the hem of his shirt draped on your body.

“don’ need anyone else to love me when i have you, right?”

he can see the smile that reaches your eyes, crinkles and all.

“you might be right about that,” you hum and katsuki leans up to nose around your jaw before locking lips with you properly.

katsuki knows that he’s a little difficult to deal with sometimes. to love is a different story altogether. but when you look at him like that: like he has the world on his fingertips, encased in ribbon and inscribed in lettering addressed just for you, he decides that he’ll never accept anything but the best.

even if he is a little bit of a grandpa. but you’d be silly not to love him.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #not proofread #i love friends to lovers my heart is bursting #lowkey ooc but who cares #✎𓂃stamped: (my hero academia)。°˖⌕ #༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.

[beybuniki]

bakudekurody team up mission whennn

#theres some lore but im not bringing out my laptop to type it all just know theyre in europe again and deku's close to fuckjng up #their mission because hes silly #which is ooc but idgaf i think 18yo deku deserves to take things less seriously #deku also guilt trips bakugo into meeting rody its the leasg he van do after ruinkng his life middle school ! #bnha #midoriya izuku #deku #bakugo katsuki

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

#my boyfriend #HUESGH my boyfriend i love him #if you think hes ooc you dont know him like i do soz🫶🏾 #want him to comfort me #he’s the best bf ever #i would know we’ve been dating for 6 years now #this is kinda sloppy n messy but its okay i like it anyways #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #i love my boyfriend #my boyfriend my one and only my beau my one my all #Might write a reverse comfort fic i like making him a whine snivelling miserable little man #You’ve been warned angsty bitches its ur turn now #i add waayy to many tags huh😭😭 #bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou drabble #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x oc

[moonbiit-arts]

kacchan takes care of izuku after he came back to ua [sobs]

#midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #my hero acedamia #mha #bnha #BKDK #BKDK APOLOGY #ITS UERE #ITS HERE #ITS FINALLY ANIMATED #HEAD IN HANDS #bakudeku #fanart #anime #manga #soft #otp #ship art #ooc bakugo bc i projected thru him #bby izuku #forehead kisses #deku #bakugo #bakugou fluff #midoriya #kacchan #izuku #dynamight #ua

[yugiohz]

chapter 249 is great for several reasons but rn i want to highlight how deku and bakugo tacitly put their grievances aside to try and survive this insanely awkward family dinner together #mydysfunctionalfamilyacademia

#they get back to the agency and recap the situation like endeavor is crazyyyyyy we need to save shoto #horikoshi would never write that because hes a coward but i do think its ooc for deku to be so sympathetic / neutral towards endeavor #i know in my heart he and bakugo would not be ok with any of that!!!!!!!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

How do you get characterization so PERFECT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!? HOW PLEASE ITS SO BEAURIFUL MY EYES TURNED TO TEARS PLEASE

i'm not sure if i'd say Perfect but thank you! accurate characterization is very important to me, and one of my favorite things to do is analyze the shit out of characters until i feel like i Know Them

#this is actually why yall havent gotten an actual welcome home fic outta me yet #i feel like i have a better grasp on everyone but mmmmm im missing important pieces to fully Understand yk #ive been fascinated with picking apart characters for years and years #i remember being a freshman in highschool deconstructing bakugo until i was like 'oh ok im the only bitch who gets him. ok' #and i have only ever been proven right and vindicated Since! #but i try i try #if im making something thats actively memey i let myself be a little lax on characterization #but the rest of the time im like This Needs To Be As On Point As I Can Manage #for myself! for others! for the Source! #rambles from the bog #something that helps me stay focused and determined #is asking myself 'how would it feel to have people mischaracterize MY brain guys' #and then my soul shrivels up and i start studying whoever im writing lmao #im always scared that im falling short... i hate writing things that are ooc...

[cielcius]

based on golden hour by jvke

idol!katsuki who started as a model for his parents fashion business, eventually growing into the music industry. they tried putting him in a group, they really tried but complications arose and katsuki made it just fine as a solo rapper.

he was used to an audience, being by himself on stage until he met his band as his music style gradually wavered back and forth. little did he know that they’d become his life-long friends because after going on multiple tours together, it was impossible to not get caught up in the fun.

as much as katsuki loves to play the drums, sero does a pretty damn good job. with kirishima on bass and kaminari on guitar, they were amazing. world tours, crowds of fans, and multiple forms of merch to the point where it was borderline embarrassing. katsuki couldn’t think of anything that’d make him happier.

a few years later, katsuki’s in his early twenties now, at the top of the world when he meets you. you know who he is, maybe you don’t listen to his music as often but you can acknowledge his talent. then eventually, his feelings for you.

growing into his mid-twenties, he’s having to hold himself back from announcing you as his spouse to the world, claiming your heart his and his yours. stupid pr team.

but he comes out with a single. he’s released singles before, no problem, but his fans can tell something’s changed. there’s no hard bass, whining of electric guitars, or insults vaguely directed at anyone and everyone.

it’s soft, gentle, sweet even, and everyone loves it. of course, katsuki has his personal elements—rap—that makes it his song, but never has he sung in a song.

and it’s beautiful.

fans go crazy hearing it in concerts, the chorus bringing chills down on the crowds and they can’t get enough of it. though despite the love for the single, there’s still the question of why. obviously, it’s a love song about someone, so it doesn’t take fans two and two to put together to realize that he’s in love.

there’s another tour, another one that you’re unable to travel along with due to work. though he does wish you could come along on one of his tours one day, he respects your personal life but be warned, he’ll call you multiple times through the day.

and when you don’t respond, you’re waking up to texts and voicemails of him talking about stuff that happened at his concert, stuff he did with his friends, and most of all, how much he misses and loves you. even in the voicemails he leaves, you can hear how much love he has for you and it’s falling in love with him all over again.

but one day on tour, he calls you after feeling like he just had the worst show of his life. his timing was off, his voice cracked way too many times, and his body felt stiff the entire time. when you pick up, he realizes that you’re probably still at work.

he tries to speak up, starting to ask how you were doing when you cut him off. he did call to hear your voice, but this time you left him feeling worse as you brushed him off. you were busy with work, he understood that, and he called at a bad time, but katsuki didn’t feel like picking up the next time you called. or the one after that, and after that.

it’s been two days since he called you. he looks at his phone as he’s getting his makeup done but he can’t bring himself to call you. he feels terrible, not only for ignoring you but for doing so without an explanation even though you had every right. he just wants to go home.

he gets on stage and goes through his sets, time passing slower than usual until it’s time for the last set. the song—his song—that he wrote for you.

he’s standing center stage, pianist and violinist hidden in the shadows as a single spotlight shines on him. his chest hurts. he can barely keep himself standing. he’s tired.

he missed you.

so he sings your song, voice so raw with emotion that it leaves the entire arena silent, in awe. he’s never felt this before. so vulnerable, hurt, heartbroken.

a tear rolls down his cheek before he knows it, eyes closed right as he sings the chorus from his chest, his heart. he puts all of his emotions, his frustrations, his love, until he’s being turned around in his spot.

his eyes are still closed, knowing that when he opens them, he’ll end up crying. he feels something warm on his cheek, eventually cradling his face, a thumb wiping the tracks of tears left behind.

he has to be dreaming.

you’re standing in front of him, center stage under the spotlight, in front of thousands of people. you smile, almost sadly, at him and lean your forehead against his. you close your eyes for a moment, taking him in before opening then again.

“are you okay?” you ask softly.

the dam breaks as he nods, his hands coming to cradle your face. “i am now.” he feels you under his touch, relishing in your presence. “i’m sorry,” he whispers, his forehead still pressed to yours. “i—“ you cut him off with a small kiss.

there’s a stream of tears lining his eyes as you smile and shake your head. “don’t worry about that right now. i missed you.” katsuki nods, letting a few more tears fall before asking to kiss you. you nod, and katsuki can barely hear the screams and shouts of fans in the background as his lips meet yours.

#tea stained letters 🍵 #vi’s scribbles #unedited #kinda ooc ktski but the song is ugh u have to listen to it it’s so freaking beautiful #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader

[drunk-cryptic-witch]

Y/N: Yes I make bad decisions that threaten my life

Izuku: But?

Y/N: No that’s it

Bakugo: Fuck there’s two of em

#mha #bnha #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bnha smau #incorrect bnha #incorrect mha #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x reader #katsuki x y/n #mha smau #bakugo fluff #bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki fluff #ooc bakugo #bakugo fic #bakugo imagine #izuku x reader fluff #izuku headcanons #izuku midoriya #deku midoriya #bakudeku #izuku mydoria #izuku x y/n #mha midoriya

[stellamancer]

hamburger emoji (implied katsuki bakugou x reader)

notes: hello, local deku lover here with yet another emotional support bakugou work. not sure why i go into depressive moods and decide ‘i think it’s a fine day to write about bakugou comforting me outta this’ since i go back and look at it and thing ‘wait is this even ic???’ lmao. also completely unedited because lazy lmao. 

It’s the world shattering sound of someone banging on your door that wakes you from your hibernation. 

You consider for a moment, maybe two, ignoring it. If it’s one of those door to door salespeople or some weirdo Christian missionaries they’ll leave after a few minutes when no one answers. Sure enough, the commotion at your front door grows silent and you start to ease back into dreamland. 

Until you hear the click of your lock. 

Now you’re wide awake, sitting up straight and wondering what to do next. If you were fully awake and your brain working at full capacity you would know that the only people who would be able to unlock your door are your friends whose fingerprints are registered with your door’s smart lock. However, you’re still half asleep and wondering if you should take an offensive stance or hurl yourself under the bed for protection. 

You choose the latter.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Bakugou’s voice is all bewilderment and for a split second you relax knowing the identity of your home invader, but then the fact that it’s him has you scrambling to get all the way underneath the bed frame because Bakugou might be worse than any random person breaking into your apartment. 

But you’re too slow, he manages to grab you by an ankle and using his stupid absurd strength he yanks you out from under the bed. When your eyes meet you give him a sheepish smile. “...hi?”

The frown is fixed on his face like a brand. “Well?”

“Well what?” you feign innocence, but it only serves to make him look even more annoyed.

“Cut the crap,” he snaps. “What were ya doin’ down there?”

“Um, well,” you pause, considering your possible explanations before settling on the truth. “I thought someone was breaking in and was trying to hide.”

His eye twitches. 

“Anyway, um, what brings you here today? It’s, um, Friday, right?”

Bakugou snorts. “Try Sunday, dumbass.”

You laugh. “Oh. I knew that, I was just testing you.”

That was the wrong thing to say, you realize, as Bakugou glares down at you, teeth glinting in an absolutely terrifying grin. “A test, huh? Then lemme ask you a question: why the hell haven’t you answered your phone for the past two fucking days?”

“Forgot to put it on the charger,” you answer almost instantly, almost perfectly practiced.

He scoffs and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Bakugou jams his fingers against the screen and a few seconds later you hear your phone ringing somewhere up on the bed. Bakugou is silent, but the smug look on his face says enough. 

You look away. “...I just… you know. “

Bakugou doesn’t respond, instead he pulls you up from off the ground. “....you eat yet?”

You open your mouth and he adds, an annoyed afterthought. “And don’t fucking lie about it either.”

“...no.”

He sighs. “...figured. I’m gonna use yer kitchen then. Go taking a fucking shower or something.”

You’re about to protest, but Bakugou eyes you threateningly. “Unless ya want me to wash your back or some shit.”

The look in his eyes makes it clear that he’s not intending to be nice about it if he helps bathe you. Whether that means he’s going to be rough with his scrubbing or his words, you don’t know nor do you want to. 

“No, I’m fine!” you squeak, moving to grab some clothes to change into. He watches as you scurry off toward the bathroom.

“If I don’t hear the water running in five minutes, I’m comin’ in to check on ya!” he threatens and you make sure to have it running in three. 

Sometime later, when you emerge from the shower, now fresh and clean, you find Bakugou in your kitchen, finely mincing up some vegetables. You eye the bags on the counter and realize he must have gone to the store before coming here.

“So, um,” you hedge. “What…. What are you making?”

“Hamburger steak,” he answers and it’s the first time since he’s got here today that he doesn’t sound agitated. “With some vegetables and shit.” 

“...shit?”

Bakugou points the knife threateningly at you. “You know what I mean, idiot.”

“...In Bakugou speak ‘shit’ can mean different things.”

“You know, yer pretty mouthy for someone who hasn’t eaten all damn day.”

“What can I say, it’s a special talent.” You nonchalantly wave your hand. 

Bakugou scoffs and lowers the knife. You think for a moment that your fabulous wit may have silenced the beast but then you notice him trade the knife for a spoon. He grabs a container and shovels a small bit of the contents onto a spoon and then thrusts that in your face. 

“...what’s this?” you ask, craning your head back to try and get a good look at it. 

“Shit.”

“Well if it’s—” He shoves the spoon into your mouth mid-sentence. It seems that right now ‘shit’ is pasta salad. You chew thoughtfully and swallow. 

Bakugou looks at you expectantly. 

“I’m not that big on pasta salad,” you start, reveling in how his lips turn into a frown. “But yours is pretty good. Not too much mayo.”

He looks satisfied with that and returns to his chopping.

After a minute of watching him you decide to ask your real question. “So, um. Why are you here?”

“...you seriously asking?”

“Uh. Yeah?”

Bakugou scowls. “...don’t be a fucking idiot. It’s only fucking natural to be concerned if some dumbass homebody doesn’t answer their damn phone for a couple days.”

“So you were just checking up on me?”

Bakugou gives you a pointed look before he starts mixing the stuff he was chopping up with what looks like ground meat in a bowl. You watch him in silence as he continues to prep the stuff for the hamburger steak, unsure of what you should say, if anything. 

You don’t know if you should apologize for making him worry. He’s a busy guy and he took time to come to your apartment and make you food instead of relaxing at home or doing whatever he does with his free time. But if you apologize, surely he’ll berate you for it. Tell you to at least respond to some of the missed texts you have so people don’t worry. 

So instead, you say, “...thanks.” 

“...’s nothin’,” he grouches. “Just fuckin’ answer your phone next time.”

“....even if I feel like human garbage?”

“Especially then, idiot. How’s anyone gonna know if you don’t tell anyone?”

“It’s not that easy.”

Bakugou is silent as he shapes the hamburger patties and you take that as him acknowledging your point. A minute passes and after he’s satisfied with the patty in his hands he moves over to the sink and washes his hands. You watch him curiously, noticing that there’s still a fair amount of meat left in the mixing bowl that hasn’t been formed yet. Bakugou dries his hands on a kitchen towel and reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone again. 

Then he shoves the screen in your face. It’s opened to your messages and in the text box is a single emoji. 

“If y'feel like shit just send me this,” he instructs.

“A hamburger?” you ask, squinting at it. 

“I know what it fucking is,” he growls. “It’s the closest thing to a hamburger steak.”

Fair point. You look beyond the screen to him. “But why?” 

Bakugou rolls his eyes like it’s supposed to be obvious. “So I know to come feed you, idiot. You’ll feel less shitty if y'eat.”

“Okay, but why a hamburger…?” You pause, and then ‘correct’ yourself. “Or well, I guess it’s meant to be hamburger steak here.”

“It’s your favorite food, ain’t it?”

You stare at him for a second, contemplating which of the two responses in your head you want to voice. Then, you pick one. “...yeah, yeah it is.”

Bakugou nods and goes back to cooking while you sit and watch, wondering how he knew your favorite food. 

And how the answer to that should be obvious. 

Though you won’t know for sure if he tells you.

If he ever does.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #nikuniku fics #i need to update my masterlist lmao #it's a pain #uhhhh #sorry if your favorite food is not hamburger steak #to be honest it's not mine either #i saw it in the food vid i watched today #also like #every time i write bkg i'm just like #did i do it okay???? #trying very hard to not write him ooc or at least not too ooc lmao

[earthtooz]

thinking about bakugo katsuki, who just wants to prove to you more than anything that he'd be an amazing boyfriend.

it begins with little things.

he tells you if there's something on your face, if there's something in between your teeth that hinders your beautiful smile. he tells you if your tie or uniform is out of place but can never hold back a 'be more careful, idiot' as he helps you fix the stray mistake. he looks away when you laugh at his preciseness. he stops your cup of water from falling over, puts his hands over any hazards that will hurt if you bump into them, all those kinds of small things.

he gives you all of his attention when you directly address him. whether it be a comment, a compliment, or a question, bakugo always gives you 100% of himself as long as you're direct with him.

even if you don't specifically speak to him, he always listens too.

you could be talking to mina about a movie you watched and bakugo will be listening, leaning back in his seat, not even looking in your direction yet his ears are ENGAGED, he's taking in every word you say. he even searches the movie up later.

not that he wants to watch it- bakugo has no time to waste on these things. he's saving it for when he can watch it with you.

he always watches your reactions first whenever in a group. whether it be in class and being told about some exciting projects - internships, camps, whatever, bakugo always keens to gauge how you respond. alternatively, it could be bakugo and kirishima's turn to make dinner (bakugo carries), and the second it is served bakugo's watching intently for your reaction.

(he only agreed to making dinner because kirishima bribed him. how? well, he mentioned your name and bakugo got straight to washing the vegetables.)

his little acts then evolve. he saves seats for you at lunch when you can't make it to the cafeteria in time or when he knows you're too busy that you won't make it in time to get a portion of your favourite lunch, so he buys it for you.

you always thank him for his kindness and begin to repay him but bakugo always rejects it, waving you off. 'don't do it again because i'm not doing this for you again', he mutters and you simply smile because you both know there is a next time.

he grabs your hero suitcase for you, going out of his way to do this for no one else but you. he accepts your pleads for help whenever there's something from the classwork you can't understand, smirking triumphantly at deku and momo - the top students of the class, who are confused at bakugo's sudden smugness.

eventually you get comfortable with him, to the point that physical touch is not a big deal anymore. the first time you take the risk was laying your forehead on his shoulder from fatigue and almost everyone around you gawks at the collected expression bakugo wears.

you had muttered a quick 'sorry' as you lifted your head up but the blond grunts in response, not sure how else to say that it's okay and you can lean on him any time.

denki then tries to do so and almost gets half his hair charred off.

it then evolves to the point that bakugo's known you long enough to have memorised your orders at fast food chains, cafes, boba shops, etc. and he often buys your favourite snacks whenever he visits the local 7/11, and when he delivers them, you give him the brightest smile he's ever seen and the explosive blond knows that the slow decrease in funds of his bank account is totally worth it if it means he gets to make you happy. he often masks his feelings with a 'tch' before storming off.

90% of bakugo's language is insults, but he is mindful to never throw them at you. he doesn't want you to doubt yourself for one second, whether it be your strength, smarts, beauty, etc, he's mindful to exempt you from his 'extras' phrase, because you're probably the only special one to him from everyone in the class.

and he knows you're special because one night, you take him outside the dorms and onto the balcony, asking him out on a date and he almost explodes himself into the air with joy. his cheeks fluster up- so uncharacteristic of him, and he tries to keep up a 'cool guy facade' whilst accepting your offer.

"get ready, cause i'm about to take you out on the date of your fuckin' life."

"wh- bakugo, i was the one who asked!"

"and i'm gonna be the best boyfriend ever, so leave this shit to me!"

thinking about bakugo, who is known to be hard-to-date, unapproachable, unlikeable unless he kept his mouth shut.

thinking about bakugo katsuki, who is absolutely 'the best' boyfriend ever because you have never doubted his love for you for a single second, and he makes sure you never will.

#ooc???? perhaps????? idk #i wrote this with third-year au in mind #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #ao3 bakugou #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader

[ashenbun]

Friend was sad, so I made them an aggressively supportive Bakugou =u=

#ooc things #my art #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fanart #bnha #positivity #? #kinda #self care

[osoreruna]

i gotta stop putting on my hero as "background noise" when i'm trying to do drafts. it is not in the background. it is very much in the foreground right now —

#𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 + [ OOC ] #i've watched like #9 episodes so far and got three sentences deep into my drafts. #i'm about to watch toshi beat up on izuku and bakugo again and then i gotta turn this shit off #this episode is so good though — #toshi makes such a great villain #he's so funny #tbd

[garfield420]

continuation of afo's sheltered child (part one here)

edit: forgot to mention but this was inspired by @/beels-burger-babe on the previous post :D

it's been about a week since you went outside without your father's permission, and you met that loud boy. you couldn't get him out of your head or his blazing eyes, you didn't understand it. you felt completely tense about it all, but most of all it seems like your father had no idea that you even left. you were actually terrified when he called since he had called that same day you went outside, you figured you were toast and you struggled to hide your shame in your voice.

of course you dad, smart as he was, heard the shame in your voice and interrogated you about it. you felt cornered by him but cleverly lied to him saying you broke a cup and felt bad about it. you felt your gut twist as you let another lie slip past your mouth, you know you shouldn’t lie to him, but it’s like your mouth is moving on it’s own. he must have bought the lie, since he reprimanded you lightly and just told you to be careful next time since you could’ve gotten hurt picking up the broken glass. 

he apologized to you for not calling as much, saying work has him in a bind and it’s still going to be a long while before he can come home. he first called you to tell you he went overseas to do work and that he won’t be home soon, it’s why he hasn’t been home in a long time. you miss him a lot. sometimes when you’re feeling really lonely you’ll grab your favorite stuffed animal and cuddle it. 

“it’s okay,” you’d frequently tell yourself, “i’m used to this. i’m a big kid now.”

you’re cuddling your stuffed animal now, thinking about your dad and the boy with red eyes. you stared down at the empty alleyway from your windowsill, your head poking out and resting on the windowsill as you sat on the floor listening to the noisy silence of the world beyond your own. you were bored again, you can only read the same books so many times before their twists no longer surprise you or watch a movie so many times before you practically memorized the script.

to tend to your boredom you watched roads and counted cars, this time you were counting red cars. you were up to four cars today, at least you think you are since you keep zoning out. you felt silly but you kept thinking about the boy with red eyes, you kept fantasizing about his life and who he is. despite his demeanor, how he treated you was far different from what you expected from the outside world. 

when you were young your father drilled into your head that bad guys existed beyond the walls, and that you were only safe inside. on days where you wanted to go outside he’d tell you about how bad people hurt good people for small things, and that if you were to go outside you’d certainly be hurt. he told you how sad and broken he would be if you got hurt, and how much losing you would affect him. you don’t want to hurt your dad or get hurt, so you stay inside for his sake and yours. 

this was just all so strange to you, you never expected the boy to be kind to you, let alone give you your stuffed animal back.

you watched another red car drive by, raising the count to five, each time reminding you of the boy. you clutched your stuffed animal close to your chest, you don’t understand why but you felt weird about the boy. you’ve felt similar about characters in the books you read, but never like this, this was different. he was different.

you felt the heat from the outside softly warm you, you felt like a little kid when your nannies would take the blankets out of the dryer and let you lay in it, feeling the intense warmth from them. you felt tired from the heat and the boredom, you knew you should move and go lay in your bed, but the warmth was too addictive to pass up on. it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes a little bit right? 

you HAD to be a ghost, it’s the only way he could explain why no one knew about you or who you even were. this was stupid, he has much more important things to be focusing on and here he was trying to find out about you. at this point he felt like a creepy stalker, but there was just something off about you from how you acted and looked. he had to find you again, he tried asking around in the area about you but no one had a clue as to what he was talking about.

bakugou isn’t the superstitious type, but surely you had to be a ghost, it’s the one of the only ways he could explain nobody knowing who you were. it had been a week since he bumped into you in the alleyway, since he returned your stuffed animal back to you. you looked like a wild rabbit in the middle of the road, big eyes, timid, and shy. when he talked to you it looked like you were shaking, you were terrified. 

at first he just thought you were stupid and left your dumb baby toy in the alleyway, he’s forgotten why he even grabbed the stupid toy to begin with. when he gave you your dumb baby toy back, he had expected you to bolt off immediately, what he did not expect to hear was your soft voice thank him. he felt pathetic in retrospect but he thought you had a cute voice, not that he’d ever say it out loud though.

he immediately walked away from you because he felt embarrassed about it and the whole situation, it’s dumb and he shouldn’t feel this way. what really caught his attention about you was when you bolted past him, that’s what weirded him out. one of the first things he noticed was how you ran away, you were running like prey in the wild knowingly being hunted. the second thing he noticed was your lack of shoes, surely if you were just goofing off outside you would have worn shoes right? thirdly was the biggest thing, but it was how you clutched your toy to your chest. 

he didn’t want to admit it but he, bakugou katsuki, was worried about you- some random nobody. 

he was on the verge of giving up looking for you, besides maybe you just lived far away and came here for a visit or whatever. it’s a long shot but it’s one of the few way he could explain away your behavior. plus obsessing over you like this can’t be helpful for him, especially when he has other things to worry and focus on.

he decided after today he’d stop looking for you, this isn’t good for him, it’s not like him and he wanted to stop thinking about you. he was going to go through the alleyway one more time before giving up, and then once he’s accepted that you’re just a ghost, he’ll move on. 

he walked the street before turning down to the alleyway to stare down the other end, and you weren’t there. he couldn’t explain why but he had hoped you’d be there, but he wasn’t surprised. he left out a soft sigh before going down the alleyway, it wouldn’t hurt to do a simple walk through. the sound of cars masqueraded his footsteps as he walked down the alleyway, his hands deep in his pockets with a scowl resting on his face. 

he stopped for a moment at the spot where your stuffed animal was, something about it wasn’t clicking with him. how did the toy get there? you seemed like you had genuinely lost it so he didn’t think you planted it there, but how would it have gotten there? by some miracle thought he decided to look up, and finally he had his confirmation. 

you definitely weren’t a ghost. 

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #probably ooc #afo's daughter #bnha #fluff #angst #not proofread again sorryyyyy #not a good writer so sorry if stinky <3 #ill probably make a part 3 but then end it there cuz i just like thinking ab this #mha #garf writes