| The Delusion Of Being One Step Closer.

Dabi and Shoto do the same “Rapper on an album cover” pose when they’re stressed. That’s how you know they’re family. 😭

They’re ✨communicating✨

certain things in your script are not weird or out of place, you’re just not used to them. there’s a difference! ✨

first headcanons fic posted who cheered :P

more to come because i have a lot of ideas !!!

bakugou x reader platonic/best friend headcanons !!

What do y'all think of my next enamel pin design 😂

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 hated winter.

he'd always catch a cold and he hated having a cold even more than he hated winter.

when he found himself coughing and sneezing on a what would have been fun saturday afternoon, bakugou katsuki almost threw his thermometer against the wall.

he'd gripped it so hard his knuckles grew white, "stupid thing dosen't know what it's talking about anyway" he'd muttered, walking away.

precisely three hours later, bakugou lay in bed, watching the clock tick slowly, the minute hand brushing past the 8:00 mark with a speed so slow he was afraid he'd grow mad.

bakugou shifted in his bed, annoyed and so very bored. his blanket was itchy and dug into his skin, not to mention his runny nose and sore throat.

bakugou groaned as a fresh wave of pounding took over his head.

he was about to pop another ibuprofen in his mouth when he realized the pounding was coming from his dorm room, not his head.

bakugou wanted to rip his hair out.

why can't people leave me alone for one goddamn day?

"what the hell do you want, extra?"

when he didn't hear a reply, bakugou's eyes flew open in anger as he stomped all the way to his dorm rooms door, yanking the handle open with such force it almost broke.

"what. the. HE-" he cut himself off when he realized who was standing at the door.

you. oh shit, you.

bakugou softened his glare, but he still narrowed his eyes, "what are you doing here?" he eyed the items nestled in your arms, "and what is that?"

you rolled your eyes, used to bakugou's stubbornness, "are you gonna let me in first?" you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes narrowed.

"no" he huffed, but he moved aside nonetheless, his cheeks tinged with the slightest blush.

"that's what i thought," you said, a crooked grin hanging on your lips, as you pushed past him, throwing your scarf on his chair, your jacket on his table, and the items in your arms on his bed.

"go ahead and make yourself at home, it's not like i live here," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

you can make yourself at home for all i care.

you laughed, eyes twinkling with an emotion bakugou had yet to place, "you and your insatiable temper." shaking your head you picked up the can of soup you brought with you, dumping it's content in the nearest pan.

bakugou watched in curious silence from his bed, his eyes tracking your every move in his pint-sized kitchen.

why did you have such beautiful hair?

why did your eyes glow like the stars he often saw from his own bedroom?

why did his heart skip a beat every time he saw you?

"what are you even doing here," he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. why were you in his kitchen, cooking him a meal, when you barely even noticed him during class? it's not like he was perfect boyfriend material. he didn't have perfect blue eyes, or a dazzling smile. hell, he didn't even have a good personality.

so why were you of all people, worrying about bakugou?

bakugou fell back on his bed as he closed his eyes, rubbing a tired hand over his equally tired face.

god, even when i close my eyes all i see is y/n.

y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n-

bakugou's eyes flew open when he felt a gentle hand rest on his forehead. he scrambled up, confusion flickering across his features for a brief moment. he didn't even hear you walk all the way over here.

"you're burning up katsuki, you need to lie down." you raised an expectant eyebrow, shoving the bowl of soup you just made into his hands, "and drink some soup."

katsuki? KATSUKI??

bakugou rolled his eyes, as he shoved your hand away. "again, i'm fine, i don't need to lie down, i just need you to take your stupid soup and leave."

stupid, stupid, stupid! how could you be so goddam stupid? don't tell her to leave you idiot!

he closed his eyes waiting for your footsteps to fade away as you left, leaving him alone just like every other person ever did, but instead he heard a sigh and the thud of a soup container being put down.

bakugou's breath hitched as you carefully pushed him back, bringing his blanket up to his shoulders and wrapping him in it. "bakugou, you need to shut your idiotic mouth for one day and get some rest." you placed the bowl of soup by his bedside. "even the best heroes need rest, and I'm not leaving until the future number one hero recovers from his cold."

y/n called me a hero.

you waited a few minutes, watching as bakugou shifted around his bed, your less-itchy blanket covering him from head to toe.

after making sure he was comfortable, you turned around grabbing your coat, your phone clutched in your hand ready to leave, when bakugou spoke up.

"will you be here when i, uh, wake up?"

you stopped in your tracks, a smile growing on your face.

you turned around, as you placed your coat back on his desk, "that depends, will you listen to me and actually get some rest?"

bakugou stared at you, something swirling in his eyes, and then nodded, "there's leftovers in the fridge." his voice sounded gruff and foreign to his own ears, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't smiling under the mounds of blankets you dumped on him. he turned around, switching positions so you couldn't see him smile lighting up his face.

maybe, just maybe, he'd begin to like winter if it mean you'd fuss over him like this every time he caught a cold.

after all, bakugou would do anything for you.

even catch a cold.

i kinda hate this one ngl, its too un-proofread for me :(

im the hot ones anon and the depth u provided for bakugous insight is crazy good so i have a followup!! there’s a buzzfeed/jubilee style yt channel called odg that has kid centric content (you probably are familiar im sorry if im womansplaining!!!!) and i just. ph!bakugou talking to kids. its so easy to just write him off in that fanon characterised way yk short tempered hates kids hates everyone- but i think he really connects with kids? the videos im thinking of are the like “kids review ____’s career” and i think it would be interesting for bakugou to self reflect on his hero career in that way yk?

i do know odg ! i watch them with kpop idols and it’s always so sweet, especially the shinee one and some of the kids weren’t even born yet ANDDD i have in my rules i don’t do kids asks but this slides bc it’s not readers or bkg’s kid lmao and i think this is a fun idea to talk about so let’s gooooooooo (i could go SO IN DEPTH WITH THIS ILL TRY GET TO THE POINT LMAO)

kids review dynamight’s career !! (1.9k)

cw: none! cute stuff, kinda long (will wc it later)

okay i think in bkg’s general life he’s only around children on the job? like he’s got fans that are lil kids and sometimes they see him on the street. they’d always say hi to him and point saying “mr dynamight!” and i’m so convinced bakugou does not change his voice for kids, he doesn’t have a baby voice for them, just speaks in his normal gruff voice and the kids don’t mind lol because it’s like he’s in character like he is on tv. he’d always bend down a little for a high five and rub their heads with a tiny smile. aside from fanservicey work he doesn’t talk to kids much but he doesn’t mind them.

so for the interview it would be bakugou in the middle, a computer in front, a little eight year old and a five year old. comments awhing saying how cute he looks, how one kid is literally the size of his arm and he’s so much bigger than them. and lots of shots of all three of them looking to the producers for what’s next wide eyed like puppies LMAO. but anyways BEFORE THAT when bakugou would walk in with a little bow, the kids automatically are awhed by how big he is and the eight year old gasps recognising him.

bakugou gives a breathy chuckle at the reaction, in his long sleeved black henley top and simple jeans, setting himself down between them both. he shakes both of their hands and says “nice to meet you guys, my name is bakugou katsuki.” the five year old only being able to grab two of his fingers, a wide smile on his face missing a couple teeth and the other eight year old is still flabbergasted, head nodding rapidly at the introduction. then the two boys say their own names, the five year old with a little stutter to which bakugou nods to like he’s listening intently and the eight year old stutters too but out of pure nervousness.

“what d’you think i do?” bakugou asks on script, rubbing his hands together and looking between them both. and i feel like in their society with someone as massively built as bakugou you’re already assuming he does some type of hero work? like the man has muscles everywhere and looks like he could pick up tons of people at once.

the five year old speaks first, “are you a police man?” and he shakes his head with a deep chuckle, eyes squinting a little at the boy, “nah, i do just a little more than that.” then turns to the eight year old who’s eyes are gleaming at bakugou like he’s a god, “what about you kid?”

“y-you’re pro hero lord explosion murder dynamight, debuted officially at 18 years old and currently number two on the charts.”

“damn you know your stuff, don’t you?” and bakugou is consciously holding back his swearing, opting for damns instead of holy fucks and stuff instead of shit. he gives the older boy a teethy smile and playfully nudges his arm very lightly, watching the boy curl on himself in slight embarrassment from giving so much detail.

then he turns to talk to them both, “like little man here said, i’m a pro hero and yeah, i’ve been doing this for nearly seven years now. seven years since i got my proper licence.” and bakugou himself looks like he’s reminiscing even just mentioning how long he’s been doing this for and he shakes himself back to reality, “today we’re gonna go through my career, showin’ you some pics and videos of me doing my thing.”

the five year old speaks up, clocking onto what’s being said, “you’re a hero?” and his eyes widen like saucers, “s’you fight bad guys? beat dem all up?”

“yeah, i try my best to. sometimes i get help from my friends and we do it all together,” he says softly and it reminds him of when he was his age, watching heroes on the news and just being amazed.

when the first picture pops up onto the computer, bakugou’s about to ask his scripted question till he feels the five year old softly palming his thigh. “i can’t see!” he mumbles, trying to climb his thigh to get closer to the screen and the producers are on their feet to move the boy off him and tilt the screen so they can all see better but bakugou quickly just waves them off.

“d’you wanna sit on my lap? d’you think you can see then?” he peers down at the kid, asking for permission and when the kid nods with a little “yes please,” bakugou slides his hands under his arms and plops him on his lap. the child grins, the light from the screen glowing on his round cheeks. without meaning to, the eight year old on bakugou’s other side feels a little left out so he presses himself closer into his arm and for the rest of the interview they’re all stuck together talking amongst themselves.

“so do you boys know who these two losers are?” bakugou asks, an candid image of him, todoroki and midoriya in their hero uniforms. they’re all mid running and it’s a pretty sick shot he thinks. the boys both ignore the word losers, nodding their heads and both leaning in to get a better look.

“dat one’s deku!” says the youngest and the oldest chips in with “and that’s shoto, half hot half cold.”

bakugou clicks his tongue in disbelief, quirking an eyebrow, “so you know the green haired idiot but you didn’t know who i am?” he says to the youngest with a frown and the kid looks up at him with the shiniest widest eyes like he’s in trouble. slowly like a balloon deflating, katsuki’s frown becomes a smile and both kids begin bubbling with laughter.

the next image was what reporters would call a victory image. it was so very dramatic. a scene of dusty rubble and broken buildings, a dark sky and front and centre was bakugou with a man on his back, another on his shoulder and a woman in his arms. his uniform was torn across the centre revealing the thick bloody gash underneath and he only had one gauntlet left on. it’s an image bakugou’s seen a lot in his career and every time it evokes the same emotion. hard, painful disappointment.

but the seven year old beside him doesn’t react the same, he’s almost bouncing with excitement looking at it, pure adoration looping through his features with glowing cheeks. bakugou introduces the image and he finds it hard to hide his negativity. with a low stormy look in his eyes, “this was a mission from two years ago. it-it didn’t go as well as my team hoped and we lost a lot of people that day.”

bakugou assumed the studio would get quiet, staff would begin to mumble behind the cameras and the kids pull away from him in disgust. but they don’t, the seven year old can barely hold in his thoughts, “this fight was insane! you looked so cool! me and my friends watched it together and they thought you wouldn’t come out but i knew you would! and you did with so many people! it was so crazy!”

and both bakugou’s eyebrows raise at that, and he needs to remind himself he’s speaking to kids. not government officials forcing statistics down his throat. “that’s what it looks like kid, but more people died-passed away-than we expected-“

“but look how many people you saved! and there was more than just the people in the picture! i remember the clips afterwards!” he cuts in and his eyes are practically gleaming at bakugou, little hands holding onto his knees as his legs swing on the chair.

bakugou doesn’t know what to say back to him, because it’s true he did also save more people than he expected that day too. the littlest one on his lap chips in too, “you look so big and strong mr dynamight.” and he holds up both his arms like he’s a weightlifter, trying to tense his little biceps with a cute playful smile. and the smile is infectious because one creeps up onto bakugou’s face too.

“you two aren’t too bad, are you?”

and lastly it’s a red carpet image of bakugou in a tuxedo and his arm around you in an expensive glittery floor length dress. it’s a gorgeous image, bakugou staring down at you whilst you’re mid laughter with a palm on his chest.

all three of the boys eyes are fixated on the image, mostly on you. and it’s like bakugou regresses into a smug teenage boy at the picture, forgetting to include the details of where you both were. “that’s my girl. pretty ain’t she?”

and the two boys hum in unison, the youngest poking you on the screen with a tiny fat finger, “yes very pretty.” and the eight year old is mumbling a little, “yeah she is.”

bakugou grins, his hand reaching up to play with his chain you bought him around his neck, “her name is yn. she’s been with me through it all, since the beginning. i love her a lot.” bakugou twists a question to them, “who do you guys love in your life?”

“my mumma!” the little one on his lap shouts and bakugou nods along with him.

“i love my mum too. how ‘bout you?”

and the seven year old looks a little nervous, leaning even closer to katsuki like he’s about to tell a deep secret, “i love this girl in my class. i haven’t told her yet though.” he looks down at his hands at the end, embarrassed at his admission.

bakugou chuckles in his head but plays along with him, “you gotta tell her kid or someone else will tell her and she’ll like them back. don’t be a-“ and bakugou thinks of a more child appropriate term for pussy, “scaredy-cat.”

and the youngest one becomes a parrot, “tell her!”

bakugou holds up his pinky finger to the boy, “promise me you’ll tell her. good heroes always share how they feel.” and it’s like the boy was rejuvenated, energy sweeping into his limbs as he sits up straight to link pinky fingers.

“promise!”

outtakes include:

bakugou at the beginning explaining his quirk and how it works, mentioning how it also makes him smell sweet like caramel and the youngest asking with owlish eyes, “can i smell?” (not even can i see but smell?) and bakugou replies with a slight smile, “‘m not gonna let you stick your head in my armpit, sorry kid.”

and after seeing the image of bakugou with a huge long gash on his chest, both boys ask to see the scar now and bakugou’s looking off camera to see if he should and with a nod from producers, he lifts his top up and both boys go “ooooooo”. then they ask so so politely if they can touch it, “does it hurt mr dynamight?” and bakugou plays with them, letting out a groan when they poke it and deeply chuckles when they flinch away thinking they hurt him, “only jokin’ it doesn’t hurt anymore. my girl loves it, thinks it makes me look cool.” and the boys nod along like bakugou’s personal bobble head supporters, “it does!” “you do look cool mr dynamight!”

yeah some people don’t believe in reality shifting but some people also don’t believe women can orgasm so I stopped trusting other peoples opinions a long time ago

i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.

yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.

a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.

and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.

and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.

it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.

the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?

you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.

sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.

bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.

insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?

KISS ME MORE warnings: fem reader, friends to lovers, first kiss, cheesy as hell, profanity, innuendo to sex but nothing more. wc: ~1k an: i stopped editing like 2 paragraphs in bc i got boredd but here xoxo lmao

KATSUKI MADE BASIC COMMUNICATION SO DIFFICULT; always opting to let you try to piece together what he wanted and how he felt. It made maintaining your friendship hard.

Sure, you’ve been friends since middle school and you always did your best to excuse his actions, even the worst ones, because you knew he didn't mean anything he said or did. It was a facade and it seems like you were the only person who could see that.

That observation came with a sense of individuality and intimacy. When you were around his fists stopped flying and his eyes were less tense; The prior beating red glare being replaced with scattered glances of soothing red.

That's how it’s always been; You, patient and sweet, doting on his every move and staying close to him like a lost dog. He couldn't quite understand why you were so patient with him, especially because he looks back on everything that he did from the ages of thirteen to seventeen with embarrassment, but you were always so soft and so gentle, even then. You were so understanding, understanding to a fault, even; Holding his sweaty hands when he cried and kicked himself, letting himself deteriorate to your quiet hymns of praise and condolence.

Somewhere along the nights comfort paired with rewatching Die Hard per his request and basking in each other's presence like the other one wasn't there- like two people in a real relationship would- brought an unquenched thirst for eachother that neither of you knew would ever be satisfied.

Maybe that's why these feelings embarrassed him- because he was so used to pretending like you two were together, but actually thinking about it? Thinking about putting a label with that much weight on the nights where you clung to him while eagerly talking about some new plot you came up with while you were showering? That would change everything, and Katsuki didn’t know if that was good.

Right now he felt it even more. God, you looked so pretty. The way your glossy lips looked while you applied mascara drove him crazy. Unfortunately for him, his staring didn't go unnoticed.

“Katsuki,” you asked, looking over at him and blinking slowly as to not mess up your makeup, “D’you wanna put some on?”

He shook his head, scoffing in a laugh. “Fuck no,” He laughed, making your eyebrows furrow. “Why’d you even ask me that?”

“You were staring,” You teased, painting a faux pout on your face. “C’mon, let me put some on, just real quick!”

He shook his head again, paired with a ‘no way,’ but your begging was more rhetorical than anything. You made your way to him, letting yourself climb on top of him with a closed eyeliner bottle in your hand. “Woman, cut it out,” He laughed, half-heartedly trying to push you off of him. Sure, he didn't want you to put makeup on him per se, but he alsoKnew he was about to let you do whatever the fuck you wanted.

“Nuh-uh,” You shook your head and he snorted. “Now come here,” You whined, trying to get him to stop leaning away from you. He huffed, letting you get real close to his face.

He could kiss you. He definitely could.

And he decided he definitely would.

His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling youcloser to him, close enough for your lips to touch, and he could feel the sting of your lip plumper and he could taste the chemical strawberry tang. The kiss was short- no more than five seconds before you pulled away- and yet he found it was the boldest thing that he’s done this far of knowing you.

When you pulled away you didn't jump off of him, but your mouth hung open in shock before you spoke.

“Katsuki!” You shrieked, but there was no disdain or disgust in your voice like he’d imagined. Either way, the guilt still caught up with him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he began, his lips dusted with a pretty pout of lip gloss while he put his forearm up to push you off of him with the intent of apologizing and taking his leave, maybe even throwing in a few more apologies and promises to give you something later to make up for his actions, but you didn't budge.

Instead, you kissed him again, harder this time, and he found himself shocked, but that doesn't mean he didn't oblige. He let your kiss drown out your guilt as much as he let it and his hands found their way to your waist.

“‘Suki?” You finally asked, lips close to his while you looked him in the eyes. “What was that about?” He stayed quiet, amber eyes bleeding into yours before he looked away.

“Nothing,” he simplified it, sitting up and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You let him sit in his silence for a moment before you spoke again. “You like me, huh?

He immediately jolted up and pushed you off of him, making sure you landed on your soft pillows before standing up. “God, shut the fuck up!” He shoved a pillow in your face and scoffed.

You laughed before lifting the pillow from your face, finding him pouting while looking down at you. You let out an overexaggerated ‘ooh’ to tease him, paired with, “Katsuki loves me! He’s obsessed with me- just infatuated,” You feigned drama, letting a hand go to your forehead.

He leaned down so his eyes were level with you before smirking. “Yer the worst.”

You leaned up and kissed him again, smiling with content after. “Love you too, Kats.”

“Mhm. Damn straight you do.”

i redownloaded the sims to make this

inspo from this pic