People Who Argue Against Deaf Bakugou And Present Mic Headcanons Because "their Body Is Built For Their

EXCUSE ME ????? @21-06-1996 LOOK AT THIS PLEASE

can you PLEASE do a husband!katsuki reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?

oMG YES !!! I need domestic Bakugou.

Paring: Husband! Bakugou x Wife! Reader.

Time out.

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“mama!” The child on the floor screamed, throwing a tantrum. “Yukine you need to calm down..” you sighed, trying to make dinner before your husband came home from work. You were overworked and the mini katsuki was not helping the on-going exhaustion.

“Mama I don’t want soba! I want Taiyaki” he continued to cry, getting up this time to follow you around the kitchen as you gather numerous different ingredients, trying your best to ignore the fussing child.

“you can have some after dinner.” You tried your best to bargain with your son but failed miserably. “No mama I want it now!” He pushed at your legs.

Just as you were about to snap, your angel husband walked through the door and muttered a soft ‘m home.’

The sight he saw wasn’t one he liked, he had a stressful day at work and the last thing he wanted to come home to was his 5-year-old son pushing his mom while scream crying.

“Hey hubby, how was work?” you gave a faint smile, to think you were still so put together while having his child cling to your leg for not having his way.

“Fine.” He gave a response, walking to the kitchen and picking the child up. “this isn’t acceptable.” a vein popping as he held the child under his arm. “kid you’re in time-out. Don’t know what has you thinkin’ you can treat your mom like that but it’s not going past me.” he said picking up a small sized chair and put it down in a corner in the living room and set the child down facing the wall. “Papa-“ the kid tried to look around to his dad but was corrected right away by Katsuki turning the kids head back around to the wall. “You think about what you did.”

Being a bystander in this situation all you could do was watch. You didn’t feel like interfering with his way of parenting because it kinda made you relived. Katsuki made his way back to where you stood, kissing your head. “How you doin ma?” His soft voice making you want to cry. “I-I’m good” you hum “you change out of your costume okay? I’m almost done.” He wanted to shake his head but the grime on his suit was making him uncomfortable, so he gave a small ‘okay’ and walked to your shared room. His loud footsteps fading slowly as he closed the door.

You looked back at the corner where your son sulked his face still towards the wall. Katsuki walked back into the kitchen wearing his red flannel pajama pants and wore a shirt that fit perfectly on him but would be extremely oversized on you.

“Dinners done” you purred as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Mk, let me deal with the brat.” He kissed your cheek as the feeling of his protective grip around your waist vanished.

you set up the table and started to made plates when you feel a small yank on ur pants.

“Mama..” you heard a small voice sniffle. “Yes baby?” you tried not to get taken over by his tear stained face. “I-I’m sorry for being mean and rude to you mama. I was being very naughty.” He hiccuped. “Aw my yukine. It’s okay” you picked him up with a grunt remembering he’s no longer 4. “But sometimes you can’t always get what you want, you got it?” He nods his head, laying on your chest lightly gripping your shirt.

You let a sigh leave your lungs, resting your head on the small boys head slightly swaying your body. You closed your eyes as you kissed the top of his head.

The sight made Katsuki chest tighten and his lips tug into a small smile. He loved you both more than anything and it made him sad to see his son treat you in such way. “You ready for dinner?” You smiled looking down to the small katsuki and back up to the big one. In sync they both nod thier heads eagerly.

You loved both your boys !!

(I love him smmm- I tried my best ! ^_^ )

back w some loverboys

happy birthday bakugou 💥

Guys r u thinking what I'm thinking

partners 💙🧡

katsuki is trying really hard to maintain his nonchalant act throughout the day.

as soon as it hits 12am, he frowns at being woken up by texts from many of his friends wishing him happy birthday.

in the morning, his parents video call him to show the embarrassing childhood pictures they've kept. "congrats brat, you're old. let's have a proper celebration during the weekend," mitsuki grins. katsuki flips her off before ending the call.

walking through the halls, he hears "happy birthday, senpai!" "happy birthday, bakugou!" every few seconds. he merely grunts in response.

in the afternoon, he's stopped by all might, who asks to eat with him. they spend their lunch talking about katsuki's progress and well-being. "i'm very proud of you, bakugou-shounen. i wish you a wonderful birthday," all might utters softly. katsuki nods and excuses himself first.

he's the first to stand up when class ends, about to leave when he suddenly feels someone ruffle his hair. "happy birthday, problem child," aizawa sighs. "take better care of yourself, huh?"

when he reaches the dorms, he's surprised by confetti and cheers from class 2A, 2B, some students from shiketsu, and some of his alumni. they bring out a big cake and sing really loudly on purpose to embarrass him. everyone comes up to him and thanks him for all he's done and how much they've inspired him. katsuki leaves barely an hour into the party.

he rushes to his room and locks the door, ignoring denki's complaints of him being a 'party pooper'. he turns around and jumps at seeing izuku sitting by his bed with a present.

"oh," izuku blinks in surprise. "hi! i didn't expect you to be up here so early."

"izuku," katsuki jolts. "what the hell are you doing here? weren't you just downstairs?"

"well, i wanted to give you my gift personally," izuku laughs, "and your room seemed like my only chance of finding you alone." he walks up to katsuki, gives him the box, and envelops him into a tight hug. "happy birthday, kacchan. we've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

katsuki pauses before hugging back just as tightly, his vision clouding. "a bit overwhelming," he mumbles.

both of them know immediately what he's referring to: the genuine attention, affection, and admiration he's getting today. in the past, the wishes he'd get would be along the lines of 'you're going to grow into someone with the strongest quirk,' only ever noticing his capabilities and future potential, but never him.

this was his first birthday after the war, and also one of the first birthdays in a while where he's around people who truly care about him.

"everyone's just happy they could spend kacchan's birthday together like this," izuku hums, closing his eyes with a grateful sigh as he rubs katsuki's back soothingly. "me too. i'm really, really happy."

The trio <3

Alt, ref, and full fit ideas under cut :]

Yachi is such a cutie patootie I tried to reflect it in her fit, kags likes baggy clothes and hinata the opposite, bro lives in crop tops.

i cried katsuki i love you

“i can do the alphabet in sign language!” eri chirps to you one night, tugging at the bottom of your skirt as she gazes up at you with that sparkle in her eyes she gets when she's about to show you something important.

the city hums softly outside your window. cars in the distance, someone’s dog barking, the occasional clink of a bottle hitting pavement. you’re curled on the couch with your legs tucked beneath you, fingers grazing the hem of the throw blanket, and eri’s settled close, knees bumping yours, her face lit by the soft blue flicker of the tv screen.

your mouth parts into a soft gasp, eyes going round with surprise, delight catching in your throat. “that’s so cool!” you grin, reaching for her instinctively, brushing a hand through her snowy hair. “you should show suki, he’d really like it.”

she nods, mouth stretched into a proud little beam, her arms winding around your leg in a hug, like she wants to melt into your side and stay there forever. “okay! where is he?”

you glance up, eyes flicking toward the hallway without much thought.

“i dunno,” you hum. “i think he’s getting your bedsheets.”

“i’m gonna go find him!” she cheers, letting go of you and running off without another word, small feet padding down the hallway before you can call out a reminder. to be gentle and cautious.

you sink back into the couch with a quiet wince, already imagining the startle that’s coming. katsuki doesn’t wear his hearing aids at home. he says they make him feel alienated, like he’s underwater in his own home. says he prefers the quiet, even when it means he misses footsteps behind him.

down the hall, eri’s palm skims the wall as she turns the corner.

“suki?” she calls out, forgetting he can't hear her.

she finds him with his back to the room, broad shoulders blocking the light from the closet as he reaches for the folded sheets on the top shelf.

she slowly steps over to his spot, tapping his bulgy arm and looking up at him with pride. he jumps, and almost blasts whatever it is coming near him. he knows it's not you, you make sure to knock on the wall or anything just to make yourself known before getting close to him.

it’s not dramatic, not loud, just a sharp inhale as his muscles twitch beneath his skin, the sheets nearly slipping from his hands, turning his head to look down at her in surprise.

“you scared me,” he mutters, voice low, words shaped more from breath than sound.

eri just grins up at him, undeterred. she lifts her right hand, fingers curling and tucking until they make a neat little H. katsuki raises a brow, the closet door creaking as it swings shut behind him.

immediately after, she forms an I with a soft grin

then she follows it with an I, fingers small and steady, her eyes never leaving his. her smile is proud. soft. expectant.

the moment reached him slower than it should have, but she keeps going.

her fingers move carefully, like she’s practiced this a hundred times in her room, mouthing the letters silently as she went. she starts spelling out the alphabet, grinning with pride.

by the time she gets to K, katsuki's kneeling, bringing himself to her level as he sits on his heels so they’re eye to eye. his expression softens in a way only a handful of people ever get to see.

his hand rises— not to stop her, not to fix her hands, not to take over. just to mirror her. to do it with her.

his lips are twitching, not into a smile yet, but close enough. something fond, folded under layers of gruffness and disbelief.

“you learn all that just for me?” he asks, low and rough.

eri nods, both hands flying up now, fingers tangling as she shows him N, then O, like she doesn’t want to waste time answering him out loud.

katsuki exhales like he’s been holding it in since she tapped him, then reaches forward and cups the back of her head gently, thumb brushing through her hair.

“your hair needs to be brushed." he murmurs, like he's trying to escape from the feeling inside of him. he's not even sure what it is, it just feels nice. to have her, this little girl, learn a language for him.

he reaches for the fallen sheets with a smile, a real smile. the kind that pushes up into his eyes and softens all the hard lines around his mouth.

art request of koganegawa alerting hinata of tsukki wearing the pink rio shirt 🤣