Bakugou Headcanons - Blog Posts

Hi! I’m not sure if u take requests but could you do some Bakugo head canons! Thank u ❤️

A/N

Of course! I had a lot of fun with this one, hope you enjoy( ╹▽╹ )

Katsuki Bakugo Headcannons

-In the mha universe it's cannon that people's quirks can affect someone's health or person, an example would be with Ururaka and how she gets dizzy or with Aizawa and how he gets bad dry eye and has to use eye drops. I think the same can be said for Bakugo, after years of just using his quirk and the close proximity, his hearing has deteriorated. It's because of this that from a young age, he started to learn sign language as another way to communicate, and around middle school started wearing hearing aids. And usually, everyone just assumes the reason for his yelling is because he's rude or loud, but it's mostly just because he has a hard time hearing his own voice and it makes it easier to talk to others.

-Because of his looks and personality a lot of people may say that Bakugo is exactly like his mom, which to an extent is true, but I think he also takes a lot from his dad. Growing up he learned how to observe people and their emotions, whether they be explosive or small he's always been able to read people in a way that left them a bit vulnerable. For example, when one of his friends or classmates is feeling more down than usual he knows that some may want to be comforted and others may want to be left alone, and though he won't ever admit it, he'll do the smaller things to help like maybe a comment, snack, or just giving them an option (even if they don't realize it) of what they want. This was something he saw with his parents, and with his dad especially when it came to trying to cheer up or comfort either of them.

-Just like with Izuku, he didn't realize that being trans was really a thing till he was told about it and his reaction was mostly just 'Oh, so that's what it's called'. And because of the high-paying jobs, his parents have it would've been easier for him to get the funds for top surgery, I think he would've wanted to as soon as he could, so maybe around the summer before his first year at U.A or around the end of his third year in middle school.

-He loves animals. Like, if he sees an animal on the street or in the park he'll stop and try and pet it, doesn't matter what he was doing before he will stop and try and pet it. Mid convo? Well, now he's across the street feeding and petting a cat or trying to feed a squirrel. It's a subconscious reaction really, he sometimes doesn't even realize it.

-He might call Izuku a nerd, but this guy is 100 times worse than him when it comes to heroes (they're also his special interest), he's just more "lowkey" about. He might not have a lot of posters or figurines of heroes but ask him anything about All Might and he will know, the year, month, day, and time. And he's just as much of a fanboy, he just doesn't like to show it as hardcore.

-Will do ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING out of spite. If told he can't do something he'll do it just to say he could. If a teacher or peer tells him that he shouldn't do something he's gonna do it anyway. Say he doesn't have to do something if he doesn't want to? He took it as a challenge. He's a spiteful person, and he is driven by that alone.

-A lot of people might assume that the reason why his skin is so clear is a result of his quirk, but in reality, this man has an ass whole skincare routine and he follows it religiously. He might get teased for 'going to bed' at 8:30 but honestly, two of those hours are just spent on his skincare before bed. It's a routine he picked up from his mom growing up and it's now just a permanent part of his daily routine.

Love breeding kinks... 🌙🌜🌑🌒🌓

DADDY'S HOME EARLY

TW: degradation, BREEDING KINK, getting caught.

DILF BAKUGOU X FEM BABYSITTER

This man is in his early forties and showing no FUCKING signs of it. He keeps his body in top form even though his villain fighting has slowed down some with him having a young son to worry about. He spends a lot of his time training and teaching hero interns that come to his agency. Aizawa really made a difference in his own hero training and he'll be damned if he won't do the same for young heros in training. Still his job does keep him working long nights and going on week long missions at times. So he hires you as a babysitter so he doesn't put all the strain on his parents.

Your sweet and have a work from home job so whenever he has to be gone for a week he knows he isn't ruining your schedule. Your great with his son and somehow never piss him off to the point of firing you even though you have no problem arguing with him. He likes that you don't take his shit and was almost embarrassed when he got half hard from you calling him a raging ass hat during an argument he had started.

So when he comes back 2 days early from a two week long mission some time after midnight he's over the fucking moon that he decided not to warn you ahead of time. He walks in to the house and hears noises coming from his bedroom. Think it was his son in there missing him he decided to quietly open the door to give him the surprise of daddy being home early. Only when he opens the door it's not his son sitting on the bed, it's you. You dressed in nothing but one of his zip up DYNAMIGHT merch hoodies only half closed. One hand is roughly fingering your wet pink hole and the other is over your mouth covering up your slutty little moans. He's never been so hard in his fucking life.

He closes the door behind him and clears his throat loud enough for you to hear. You squeak at the site of him absolutely mortified that you've been caught masturbating in your bosses bed. Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth to apologize. You stop short when he starts to laugh lowly.

"Little miss babysitter I think this is the best welcome back I've ever had. You know what would make it even better though? If you hold those cute little pussy lips open so I can give my cock some much needed relief. I wanna say you have no idea what it's like to be so horny around you but this little scene tells me you damn sure do."

Whining like the needy slut you are you open your legs wide and hold your pussy open for him as you watch him strip out of his gear and costume. He crawls up on the bed once he's fully naked and leans over to take a long lick over your open pussy. He hums satisfied with the taste and your wetness before positions you into a mating press. He pushes the first few inches of his thick cock into you slowly. But slow isn't what you want so you reach up and hold onto his shoulders, using what you learned in a yoga class you clench down on his cock hard. The next thing you know one of his hands is on your throat and he's slamming forward, bottoming out, stretching you farther than any of your toys ever have.

He pounds into your quivering hole with a ferocity that you had never know. Each thrust was hard but calculated, hitting every pleasure spot you had multiple times. The man was learning them all and immediately using them against you. You began to cry,too overstimulated to do anything but cry and take more. He was growling and panting as he worked you over like a champ. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"Cum for me right now you little slut. Matter of fact I've been wanting to give the brat a sibling. Take my fucking cum like a good girl and make me a daddy again."

If not for him kissing you right at that moment the shriek that left your throat as you came would have woken the whole neighborhood. The tremors that went through your pussy as you orgasmed sent Katsuki over the edge. He came deep inside you for a few long moments before finally releasing your legs and laying on top of you, cock plugging his cum from running out.

" seeing as you almost killed me with this sweet pussy I'm gonna expect you to be moved in here by the end of the month. Also I wanna see you in more of my merch to make me a list and I'll get everything."

@hanji-is-life @sugarspiceanddynamight @cupcake-rogue

Jealousy over stuff toy!!! ✨👑🎩👑🎩👑🎩✨

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🎤🎶🎺🎶🎵📢🎶🎸

Party Time!

Could you write a Bakugou x fem! Reader where the reader is in her dorm cuddling with her huge stuffed teddy bear and Bakugou comes in like “wtf” and throws the bear across the room and cuddles with the reader! If this sounds stupid you don’t have to write it!!

this is definitely not stupid!! i loved your idea, it’s so cute thanks for this :>

he looks so stupid in this i love him HAHAHA

today is not your day. you feel slumped, like whenever you tried to stand up, you’d just fall. your head is throbbing and you feel dead inside, but you’re not entirely sure why

well, you have been busy this whole week, barely having any time to rest. now is your only rest time, so you snuggle up to the huge teddy bear your family gave you to keep you company in the dorms

Bakugou hasn’t seen you out all day, and he’s getting a little bit worried

you usually head down to eat meals with him, but now it’s almost evening and you’re still not out of your room

finally, he decides to slam your door open to check up on you

just to see you cuddling with a huge ass teddy bear

your arms and legs are wrapped around it, your head buried in its fluffiness with your eyes closed

Bakugou huffs because he noticed you looked tired, so why didn’t you say anything to him?

why were you seeking comfort from a stupid bear than your boyfriend?

so he grabs the bear from you and throws it across the room

“hey!” you wake up with a start. “my bear!”

before you can continue scolding him, he slides next to you, forcing your head in his chest as he grabs your arms and legs to put them around him

“you didn’t come out of your room today,” he points out gruffly as you relax in his hold, your grip around him tightening

“i wasn’t feeling well,” you sigh, so Bakugou starts running his hand through your hair

despite his sweet actions, he scoffs. “so you decide to hug your stupid bear, instead of me?”

“i didn’t want to bother you—”

“why do you even have that shitty stuffed good-for-nothing anyway?”

“my family didn’t want me to be lonely—”

“HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO BE LONELY WHEN I’M ALWAYS GONNA BE WITH YOU?”

finally, you slam your lips against him to shut him up. he calms down from your sweet kiss, so you pull away to rest your head on him again

“i’ll call you next time,” you hum, loving the sound of his heart beat. “just calm down and rest with me, please?”

he sighs and finally shuts up, letting you cuddle him like a teddy bear

until...

“i am better than that fucking bear though, right?”

you can’t help but burst out laughing, instantly feeling better

“yes, Katsuki,” you kiss him again, and he’s glad that he managed to make you smile. “i love cuddling you more than any other teddy bear.”

The power is kisses!!! 🍸👙🍸🍸🍸👙🍸

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👙👙👙🍸👙👙👙

👙👙👙🎀👙👙👙

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🎀👙👙👙👙👙🎀

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Party Time!

Could I request the "the faster you get here, the more kisses you get." trend for Bakugou, Todoroki and Tamaki please? Love your blog to bits btw!😍😍🌹❤

okay but ever since i wrote for tamaki i’ve been simping for him so thanks for this akdkwks and aww thanks i love YOU to bits <33

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

he’s at the gym working for those GAINZ

but you’re lonely and you want some attention. besides, Bakugou doesn’t need to get any hotter than he already is

so you call him, whining for him to come home

“be patient, you shitty woman. i have to finish this fucking workout—”

“the faster you get here, the more kisses you get.”

this boy BLASTS himself away from the gym to go to you, his gym equipment forgotten

the moment he sees you, he pounces on you, demanding for his kisses

“ew Katsuki, you’re sweaty—”

“shut the fuck up and give me my kisses, woman,” he growls, his red eyes solely focused on you. “deal with my sweat, it’s your fault i don’t have time to fuckin’ shower.”

you giggle at him and give him all the kisses he deserves

yeah it turns into very sweaty make out session, and he’s not the only one sweating

TODOROKI SHOUTO

you guys are in Endeavor’s agency since Todorki has some reports to give to his father

it’s taking him so long and you just want to leave

also you’re suddenly craving for your boyfriend

so you shoot him a text, asking how long he’s gonna take

sorry y/n, my dad won’t shut up give me a sec

you waited and he’s still not here

so you send another text

the faster you meet me in the bathroom, the more kisses you’ll get ;)

you sit on the sink, swinging your legs as you check your phone for a reply. there’s nothing and you sigh, thinking that he’s still talking to Endeavor

but then the bathroom door bursts open with Todoroki speed-walking to you

he even locked the door behind him

“i’m here to claim my prize,” he says, positioning himself in between your lips

“i thought Endeavor was talking too much...”

“i just walked out as soon as i can after i saw your text,” he leans in and you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “now give me my kisses.”

you guys ended up not leaving Endeavor’s agency as soon as possible

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

your sweet little bean is hanging out with his best friend Mirio

you normally don’t bother them during their bro time but damn you want some affection

so you call him up, asking what he’s up to

“Mirio wants to play video games,” he says quietly in the call. “why? is something bothering you?”

“nothing, i just want your company, baby.”

he blushes. “b-but Mirio.”

“well you better end that game quick because the faster you come to me, the more kisses you will get.”

Tamaki immediately hangs up on you and you bet your ass that he didn’t even play video games with Mirio

you’re on the bed and Tamaki is standing at the edge, his face red and his eyes looking everywhere but you

“you came here quick,” you muse, looking at your bashful boyfriend who’s fidgeting with his fingers

“c-can i...”

you shoot up from the bed to pull him close to you, peppering his face with kisses. “i’ll give you the reward you deserve, baby.”

he basks in the attention you’re giving him, instantly forgetting about his best friend that he left behind

Nose bleed....🔘☑🔐↪🔓

Cockwarming Scenarios

A/N: This is for my @bnhabookclub bingo card where I had the prompt ‘Cockwarming!’ enjoy sinners (:<

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Sero x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, (also breeding kink and dumbification in hawks’ whoops sorry)

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Hellooo! Hope you’re doing well! I saw that you wanted some writing inspo so I thought I’d suggest some bakugou comfort, how they comfort reader when crying or after a bad situation both sfw and nsfw, if you’re ok with that… I saw all the leaks of the manga and I haven’t stopped crying since :)… anywayss hope you have a great day and remember to hydrate pls! 💜🧡

Comfort! Bakugou x Reader

warnings: nsfw,he fucks the sadness out of you, after care, him praising you, fluff, smut, and angst all in one, soft bakguou, Pro Hero bakugou, he’s not that good at comforting

synopsis: your favorite character dies.

F/c meaning favorite character

“Just let everything out okay?” He was holding your waist tightly so you wouldn’t fall off his lap. Bakugou had came home to finding you in a little ball of sadness crying your heart out. The reason was because your favorite character had died. And although Bakugou had found the reason kinda dumb he wasn’t going to say out loud like a bitch and he knew you where going to kill him if he said such a thing.

Now Bakugou wasn’t necessarily good at comforting so he did the only thing he could think of. Fucking you, he told you cry everything out and he would soothe you saying you didn’t have to do anything and that he got you. “Mhm just cry it all out ‘darlin.” He was rubbing your cheek seeing your red watery eyes. “Yer such a pretty girl f’me right?” He was moving at a slow pace and as much as he would love to fuck your brains out he knew the situation didn’t really call for that.

“Kats it’s not fair y-you know how could the author do this to me.” You cried into his shoulder hands gripping his back like afraid he was just gonna vanish just like your f/c did. Bakugou just went along with ya “yeah fuck that author the bastard.” He felt your body tense one he hit your g-spot “want me to go faster? if ya want maybe fuck the sadness out of ya.” You could feel the tension as he just kept going at his slow pace waiting for you answer and then you realized katsuki was holding back for you.

This made you cry even more. “Shit my bad we can keep going at this pace sweets.” He kisses you and there is guilt in his eyes “no no we can go fast ‘suki.” And you just killed him right there from the way your on him wrapping your arms around his neck, the little nickname you had for him made his heart squeeze and your tear stained eyes and those lips oh how you looked so fucking gorgeous.

“C’mere” he flipped you over so that he was on top now. Vermillion eyes stared you down and it’s like he had you hypnotized. “If it hurts just hold onto me bite your lip and bear with it okay?” He questioned more like demanded but he just wanted to go already he wanted to make you better cause fuck that author for killing off your favorite character, he didn’t like seeing you cry it’s made him feel uncomfortable like somehow it was his fault.

You gave him a nod hands already circling around his neck. And before you knew he was inside of you once more. Somehow it felt different than before. He was kissing your neck every time he seen you wince. “Such a good girl f’me hm?” He was moving fast gripping your thighs as he moved in and out constantly assaulting your g-spot but you little moans that came out made it so worth. “F-fuck kats” your breathing was getting heavy and “yeah right there keep going right there.” His grin was sharp around the edges a bit scary but you loved it.

“Oh you like that princess-fuckkkk.” Your walls where closing around him and he wanted to cum so bad but no he couldn’t give in so easily. “Yer so fucking good for me yeah?” He was going so fast and you where relishing in the feeling while your was cum leaking out.

“Oh your such a tease.” Katsuki smirked watching you try to keep up with him. “Don’t give up yeah? I’m not done yet.” You could barley breath and Katsuki was going hard. And yeah you cried cause it felt good and hurted at the same time but he just sloppily kisses you saying that he would take care of you and don’t worry about it. “Mhm just let it all out my little cry baby.” He wiped your tears off your cheek.

“Ya know I would be done by now but I don’t think I can stop. Your still sad and we don’t want that right?” You where holding him very tight like a koala, head in the crook of his neck legs around his waist. He barked a laugh before whispering into your ear “how bout I fuck you till dawn huh? still think you’ll be crying then. “ he didn’t mean any harm with it he was being dead serious here.

Katsuki’s attacks just got harder and harder and you felt your eyes roll back a whine coming out. “Mhm you can take it I know you can.” He voice came out ragged seemed like he was running out of energy to. “Oh shit..” he breathed out not before releasing the cum he’s been holding in from the start. It’s like a mini bomb exploding inside of you and you yell his name, nails clawing his back, legs weak.

“Kat-“ a gasp of air “yeah I know don’t worry I gotcha.” He removes his cock and watches you visibly tire. “You feel better?” He questions already knowing the answer. “Uh huh” you breath out hugging him for comfort. “Good now let go sweets.” You clearly don’t agree from the way you get tighter around him. “Cmon it’ll be worth it I promise.” He looks at you before you sigh and your whole body unravels around him and falls into the comfort of your bed. “Katsuki” you watch as he bring his face to your lower area. “What’re you doing come here.” You whine missing his warm embrace. “Shush I have to clean up the mess right?” He begins to kiss the area close to your clit watching as you visibly shiver. “Suki” the little nickname rolls of your tongue like butter and turns into a moan.

“Mhm yeah just relax.” He begins to kiss your inner thighs sucking on them even biting them though not to hard and he’s pleased when he hears you moan. He’s satisfied your not sad anymore but he’s not done yet, he always go big after all. Next thing you know he’s sucking, slurping, kissing every little bit down there. He hears everything from the way you say his name, to you gripping the sheets he chuckles. “Your so cute like this.”

And then before you know it he’s done. He wipes his mouth before crawling into bed with you. “You can rest now darlin.” You curl into him immediately and he welcome it with that sharp laugh of his and his hands just wrap all around you giving you a kiss on your forehead.

Authors note: sorry this took longer than expected I was low key procrastinating but I did it! Hoped you enjoy!

Random Note

warning: Bakugou being that boyfriend also he’s smug asf.

Thinking about how when you two are out getting ice cream. He notice some guys staring at you particularly so Bakugou being Bakugou he lifts your chin up to him and kisses you tasting some left over ice cream while staring at the guys. And with a smirk he mouths out fuck off . You being totally oblivious to what is going on just returns the kiss. And just to piss them off even more he gladly sticks his middle finger up.

Authors note: he would def do this to.

Things Bakugou Does While Fucking You

Warnings: smut obviously, teasing, pet names, cursing, and kinks.

One thing about Bakugou Katsuki is that he shows no mercy not even to his own lover. When he tells you to get ready you better brace yourself he likes to rough at the start mainly because of your reactions. He likes the sound that’s comes out of you it was a mix between a moan and a grunt and then that face you made fucking perfect.

If he saw you struggling and if he’s feeling nice-ish he’ll let you use his shoulder and neck as support. Although he likes it especially when you wrap your arms around his neck he can feel every moment in your body, from your slight panted breathing to the little noises when he hits your G-Spot it just turns him on even more. Plus it brings you to even closer and for a moment he feels at ease before he continues to fuck the ever living out of you.

Don’t think your safe you always have to be alert around this man especially when you where distracted and it seems he thought this was the perfect time to strike because why’d he have to such a good kisser you thought, because Bakugou was kissing on your neck, chest, shoulders even leaving little marks behind. He was looking at you hungrily, hungry for you.

“Such a good girl for me hm?” He said so satisfied with the way you where trying to keep up, taking his with request and being such a good little whore for him. “Be a good bitch for me yeah?” He whispered into your ear. Bitch and whore where probably his two favorite words to call you it was like he was praising and insulting you at the same time and strangely you liked it.

Don’t even get me started with the way he knows your body. His quirk comes in handy with this with your permission of course. He’d use his quirk to warm his hands up which takes a bit of control from him but he’s gonna be the future number one so this is nothing. He knows you liked being choked not to hard though he didn’t want you dying on him. But you guys had practiced this mainly cause Bakugou insisted on it, it’s best he got it down now before something bad happens.

Bakugou’s a hella tease he won’t cum until the last moment where you think your finally out of his clutches he releases it like a mini bomb full of pleasure. He knows your pleased cause you give out all tired and sore. You won’t be walking anytime soon so he cleans you up and himself before wrapping his arms around your waist and cuddling with you.

Authors Note: Since y’all liked the last Bakugou post I thought might as well give you guys another one. Also yes Bakugou did aftercare cause I feel like he wouldn’t want the mess to stain and get sticky also cause he loves you <3. Sorry if this was short I tried my best to make them long but there might be a part two if I feel like it.

Things Bakugou Would Say While Fucking You

Warnings: Cursing, sexual situations degrading kink? and praise kink

“Because I’m gonna start pounding and fucking you until your brain blows out.”

“Come on you can take it!”

“You love being treated like this huh? My little whore.”

“No mercy as hard and as rough as I can!”

“You belong to me and I love you and I -ungh want you.”

“That’s it! That’s it! That’s it!”

“Fuck yeah! that’s my good girl!”

“I’m going to come inside of you yeah?”

“If that wasn’t enough for you than I’ll fill you up even more!”

“Yeah? You like it when I go rough from the start!”

“I give it my all! It doesn’t matter if it’s in the battlefield or if it’s in the bedroom I’ll give it my all hundred ten fucking percent!”

“Fuck- bite your lip and bear with it!”

“Just be a good little obedient bitch for me okay?”

“That’s it uh huh take it like you fucking want it!”

“To fast for you huh? Well to bad cause it’s gonna be a long night for you sweetheart.”

Bakugou Headcanons Shows of Affection

Warnings: Cursing and a sexual situation

He might not show it but Bakugou’s a pretty chill guy. Well whenever your around never in-front of the extras. He felt comfortable around you, you understood the way he acted and he appreciated it.

So in a way he returns it back with shows of affection. You feeling cold? Bakugou’s gotchu a quick use of his quirk and his palm was a mini heater. He would rub on your back or on your thigh if you where comfortable.

Not feeling to good? Bakugou’s got you the man is there with tissues, medicine, and homemade chicken soup. Sure he scolds you for being a dumbass catching a cold be he’s there for you and that’s all that matters.

On your period? Oh you better fucking believe Bakugo Katsuki is there his mother told him all the ways to help a girl on her period she basically engraved it in his mind ain’t no way she’s raising a uneducated kid. He’s got all the necessities pads or tampons whatever you prefer, dark chocolate to help with cramps hell yeah he’s got it, heating pads?Shit his quirk is made for that. Bakugou got you and he’s gonna take care of you.

Feeling sad? Mans will literally bring a speaker playing your favorite songs, food and most importantly romance manga. Bakugo prides himself on knowing very important stuff about you. It’s how he always beats you at couple test(that you force him to do).

Feeling tired? He’s your personal pillow even thought you snore like hell. He’ll let you snuggle him if it gets you to sleep he needs you to get rest so he can beat you when you two spar together.

Like I said before Bakugou prides him self on knowing everything about you even your little weak spots when you two our making out together. Yeah he knows you like to be nibbled on your ear, touched in certain spots, leaving hickeys on your neck, and he even perfected the way you liked being kissed.

Sometimes when your feeling sore cause of a day of training Bakugou will offer to massage your body. You where surprised by the offer mainly cause well it was Bakugou or Katsuki now that you two our dating. He was pretty good at massaging you always managing to the get into the tough areas.

At the end of the day your met with big spooning Katsuki. He was having one of his rare insecure moments and he really needed you. “Damn Deku he’s just always getting better and better than me” frustration edged onto his voice. You reassured him that he’d get stronger because well he’s Katsuki fucking Bakugou and he be damned before anyone beats him to being number one.

Authors Note: Decided to do a Bakugou one cause I love the little hothead. Also that GIF of Bakugou confused is so funny for no reason.

I’m sorry but the image of these two growing their hair out present mic style is hilarious

Hey guys? It isn't racist to headcanon your characters as another race. I mean apparently it is if you wanna make then european 💀.

I wish I was joking but the amount of times I've gotten shit on for that.

I see people making deku blasian (50% each) or bakugou something else.. So why is it bad when I suddenly wanna do that?

I'm just confused.

Because headcanoning bakugou to just be 20% let's say German is bad? Why am I getting slammed for that?

Because I've stated SPECIFICALLY that i headcanon bakugou to be not EVEN 50% German. Like literally 20 or 15..

I'm not erasing any Japanese culture?? Like hello?? What r you on abt. If anyone says

"Oh ur taking away his original Japanese culture.."

I could literally say that to any person who makes deku blasian or half something else.

The double standard is insane and stupid.

And to be real, I have no problems with Blasian deku or race headcanons. But when I get slammed for doing the literal bare minimum it just sucks.

Like yes i love those headcanons but can you please not be a hypocrite and hate on me for my own headcanon.

Oh yea finally figured out how to reply to comments, so lol I'm a bit late to this bashing party, but hey. I'm here.

Yes that was my fault for not thinking while writing albino. Yes it isn't a race, I'm sorry for that.

But my point still stands if I use another race or just a broad example of races.

Just got called racist for headcanoning bakugou to be a bit white lol 💀

hc that bakugou always thought manifestation was bullshit, until reader (you, i'd assume) told him about law of assumption, he brushed it off as crap, but looked into it, tried it, forgot about it, then wondered why he climbed the hero ranks majorly in 2 months

hiiii just uploaded a new bkg headcanon fic on a whim :)

'we'll be alright'; bakugou x OCD/hypochondriac reader

i've been in an on and off ocd spiral for a while now, and have some weird things happening with my health, that kinda just contribute to each other. wanted to make a fic about it for anyone who may relate <3

'we'll be alright'; bakugou x OCD/hypochondriac reader

A/N: this is quite self-insert because ocd has been kicking my ass the last 4 months 😭 especially when what i'd usually be irrational/obsessive over is actually happening, but i don’t have specifics. but yeah, hope you enjoy :p <33 might make a part 2 of this somehow, or other characters

content tidbits: hypochondriac and OCD reader, GN!reader, talk of obsessions and compulsions, fear of illness (cancer mentioned bc that's one of my fears brought on by my own OCD, as well as random body happenings that could be health related), swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, UA bakugou and reader (what year is up to u), therapy/doctors appointments, platonic relationship, intrusive thoughts, reader isn't initially medicated or getting treatment but does through the fic, essentially hurt/comfort and fluff :) also maybe OOC katsuki. also brief mention of possible OCD katsuki

word count: 1.5k

Briefly proofread

Linked this song because it reminds me of how OCD feels :p

it was known to the people you felt close to that you suffered with anxiety- but to what extent?

yourself and bakugou were at a point of closeness and security within your friendship, to where telling him felt alright.

when bakugou found out you had OCD initially, his first thought was just 'oh, they don’t like mess and are a clean freak', because yknow, stereotypes.

but then you told him what it entailed, he took it in. you talked about your persistent health anxieties and scares, the way they plagued you and tormented you.

"That's fucking dumb, though. Like- you'd know if you were actually sick." He'd say.

"But that's the thing, I don't." You explained. "I don't, regardless of symptoms or not, and that freaks me out. And when I can feel something, the only way I can deal with it is to prod or feel at it."

You explained to him some moments this type of thing happened; in one case, you had odd, painless bumps in random places, and the trigger of its unknown cause sent you spiraling. Petrified it was cancer, you went on an internet deep dive, kept seeking external reassurance, feeling at it 24/7- and rather than this helping, all you felt was fear.

The next was a random pain near your rib. Was it a punctured lung? But then a pain on your head- a tumour?? Then your knees felt different sizes- are your bones shrinking???

He listened, trying to recall times you may have been out of it or panicked for what to him, seemed like for no reason. And it started to click. Realising it extended even further than the health anxieties too. Past traumas, or fears, or habits. It made sense. And it made him feel an ache of sadness for you in his chest. But also pride, for the fact you go through this daily.

In saying that, after you left, he went into full research mode on the types of OCD you had talked about, on how they worked, triggers, compulsions, and how to support you.

He wouldn’t admit it directly, but after hearing how it gets to you, then seeing it in real time, made him feel helpless. Until you got support professionally, he was slightly frantic.

He made a promise to be there for you, any time, if you were having a mini episode, or major. Which he didn’t expect to be..... a lot. But he kept the promise.

1:34am the clock on your phone read. You were tired, sore, stressed. Your hand went to the odd shaping on your back yet again, a nervous shiver going through you. You tried to rationalise. 'It's probably just some muscle. Or some kinda benign growth. Or just my body being weird again.

Or maybe it's a tumour-'

The intrusive thoughts kept scratching inside your brain, urging you to keep poking, shifting, looking for an answer you knew wouldn’t come.

You remembered his words: "If you need me when it happens, fucking come to me. I don’t care when, do it. You shouldn’t be alone with this. And don’t you dare feel bad."

Slipping out of bed, you quietly made your way from your dorm to his, careful to not be disturbing to your classmates.

You go to his dorm, and knocked loud enough.

"Fuck off." You heard from behind the door, the angry voice of Katsuki.

"Katsuki? It’s just me. You don’t have to, but I'm having a hard time with my OCD, and wanted to kno-"

Before you could finish the sentence, the door opened. "Get in." He said softly, looking at you half asleep, yet with concern.

Once in, he closed the door, opened the balcony door to let in a soft breeze, and sat on the bed with you. After a moment, he spoke.

"What's it doing now?"

"My brain won’t stop." You respond, voice tight and exhausted. "I keep finding new bumps, or growths, or whatever the fuck, and even though they don’t hurt or do damage, my brain is still saying cancer. Which is dumb, because I'd know if it was by now-"

"It's not dumb." He interupts. "Ok, yeah, worrying about a worst possibility that you don’t even know whether it's true or not is kinda stupid. But don’t beat yourself up over it. It is scary. Not knowing fucking sucks. But none of this is your fault. Yeah, you'd probably know by now. But you're allowed to just observe it, without making it some kind of evil situation. Give yourself some grace, dimwit. You have every right to be scared. Especially since this matters to you so much. But don’t- don’t let it consume you. You know you're fucking strong. So... know regardless, you can beat whatever is going on. Serious or not."

You looked at him, tears of appreciation, but also overwhelm, pooling in your eyes. He scoffed softly, but not in anger, more so in understanding, and pulled you close, both under the covers, and your face to his chest.

"Just cry it out, idiot. You need to at this point."

So you did. Allowing yourself to feel everything, let everything crash out of you, with him anchoring you. He gently eased and shushed you if you started hyperventilating, the crying turning into a spiral of panic. He whispered soft, encouraging words into the top of your head.

"Its okay. You're gonna be okay, regardless of what happens. This isn’t something you'll do alone. We'll get you the help you need, and I'll be here when you need me to. Things will work out how they're meant to. Just because it's scary doesn’t mean it's impossible."

"I know. I know, i'm just so scared. I hate not knowing. I hate feeling like my mind is working against me, and my body is fucking acting on what I'm scared of-"

"Hey, hey, relax. You’re rambling." He says softly, shifting to wipe your tears. "I know. I hear you. As I said, it's no wonder you're scared. Being afraid of something with mixed signal signs of it sounds like hell. But again, one day at a time. You're asking for help- be proud of that. It's fucking hard to even acknowledge it sometimes. You already took the first step."

"That’s kinda rich from you, considering you bottle everything up." You respond, cracking a slight smile.

He laughed a bit, nodding. "Yeah, I know, I'm emotionally constipated, fuck off with what's obvious. But I mean it. Just because I have trouble doing it, and I ain't the best at comforting, doesn’t mean I won't try and help you. I care about you, fuckwad, even if I don’t say it. I really do."

Once settling down, he got you some water, and turned on his TV for some background noise, of something you both enjoy. You sat, talking, about your compulsions, triggers, fears, trauma, all of it. He listened, gave his input, and got what he needed from you in terms of what you wanted in support from him.

That night, with you against his warm frame, he slept well knowing you were there- regardless of what you had going on, he could be there.

And you slept well knowing he was there- knowing that despite any unknown health factors, legit or not, you'd have him.

From there, you decided to start looking into getting professional help. You went to Aizawa, with Katsuki nearby, to let him know of your situation. You came to an agreement that if you ever weren’t in a fit mental state for training or class, he would give you time to catch up, on the condition you would keep consistent with effort. He then informed the other staff of it, so it would be an all around agreement.

Once that was set, you found a place to go to get the help you needed, or at least a start. You started to gain coping strategies, ways to challenge compulsions or triggers, and more to generally work with until you would get advanced help. As for the physical side of things, appointments were booked, so hopefully that would be a steady process also. He vowed to be there throughout the process of getting any required diagnoses as well.

In the meantime, Katsuki was still there. Through any panic attacks, anxiety episodes, reminding you to do something else when he noticed your compulsions, and occasionally yelling at the rest of Class A if a trigger was mentioned when you were near. Which yes, is extreme, but he meant well.

He helped you identify other compulsions and obsessions outside of the hypochondria, and helped take notes on your physical and mental health for future appointments. He even went to your therapist briefly to ask how to support you, and how to work with you in times you couldn’t carry everything yourself.

No matter how hard it was for either of you to battle against the monsters in your mind, and unknown of your body, he kept his promise. You knew you'd be fine as long as you had him, and everyone else who cared for you, at your side.

If you ever feel alone or unsafe, reaching out to someone who will listen, is the first step. You are more powerful and stronger than you know 🩶

An Enemy Hypnotizes Bakugou and He Hurts You (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Got outta writer’s block with this bad boy. Enjoy!

Word count: 2138

“Katsuki, this isn’t you! Look at what you’re doing!”

But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Red rage burned in his eyes as he raised his sparking hands, both trained on you. 

Gritting your teeth, you settled back into your own defensive stance. Feet planted on the hard cement, you raised your arms across your chest and braced for impact, eyes glancing back and forth to ensure no more civilians were left on the street. 

The sun shone brightly in the sky, soaking into your skin and creating a halo around Bakugou’s blond head, despite which he still looked like a devil. A leer hung on his face as he circled you, a lion waiting to pounce on his prey. 

Pro Heroes were supposed to be arriving any second; after all, this was just supposed to be a simple academy training mission. You and Bakugou were supposed to survey a local villain terrorizing the streets and observe how a Pro Hero would go about capturing him. 

They should’ve remembered who Bakugou was and realized that he wasn’t the type of person to hold himself back from a fight, however, though distantly you assumed they believed you would be able to hold him back. 

They were dreadfully wrong.

“Katsuki, I don’t wanna hurt you,” you pleaded, softening your stance a bit. 

“Cute that you think I’m the one who’s gonna end up hurt,” he sneered, curling his hands into fists. Sweat dripped down his forehead and arms, further fueling the weapons attached to his arms. 

Panic struck you as you realized he had no control over himself and that no doubt he would use those weapons on you, full force. 

There was only one way to stop him before that happened. 

You would have to attack him first, hard. 

“Just remember, babe,” you shook your head solemnly, “I don’t mean any of this, and I would never hurt you unless I absolutely had to.”

Bakugou cocked a brow and curled his lip, hands sparking now more than ever. 

“Oh, and I also don’t forgive you for eating my muffin this morning.”

A grunt escaped him as he flew through the glass window of the restaurant behind him, crashing and collapsing against a table and chairs. You dropped your leg back to the ground, worry taking over your face as you strained to see his form in the dark restaurant. 

“Katsuki?”

“YN!” All Might’s voice dragged your attention away, leading you to watch as he landed on the street a few yards away. “Are you all right?”

Glancing back into the darkness of the restaurant one last time, you pursed your lips and turned, making your way toward the Pro Hero. “I’m fine, but Katsuki got-”

The wind gets knocked out of you just as you try to take another step, a blast of pure heat slamming into you and knocking you to the ground. 

Head smacking against the concrete, you bite down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood. 

“Shit,” you wheeze out as you roll onto your back, blue sky blurring above you. The epicenter of pain is on the left side of your skull and your head pounds with every heartbeat. Whooshes of blood flood your ears and a voice calls your name before everything turns to black. 

“YN. YN. YN!”

A hand pats your cheek gently, urging you to stur. When you continue to refuse, two fingers peel open your eyelid, flooding it with pure light and increasing the headache that had only been steadily pulsing before. 

“Ughhh,” you moan, unable to form words as the same person lifts open your second eye. 

A muffled “pupils are dilating” sounds far off in the distance before you feel your body being lifted up off the hard ground and onto something softer. 

Words like “hospital,” “concussion,” and “serious” filter in and out as you try to open your eyes, even the millimeter you actually obtain being a strain. 

Where is he? You try to form the words but your mouth feels stuffed with cotton and someone shushes you. Even in the blinding brightness, though, you can see him. 

He’s struggling in All Might’s grip, unsuccessfully trying to rip both arms away and barking at every EMT who walks past--who then begins to walk even faster--as his gaze continually glances from them on to you then back. 

Bakugou stops mid-shout and grows still when he finally sees your smallest of movements--the twitch of your fingers, the blink of your eyes, and the mouthing of his name.

Every ounce of fight in his body drains in that instant, and he slumps back against All Might, shoulders and brows drooping as he holds eye contact with you. 

Even in your daze, you wonder why he doesn’t come with, why they won’t let him come with, but that question falls from your mind the instant the ambulance doors are shut and they begin to drive away. 

Two days later, you were released from the hospital. You had a minor concussion and first-degree burns on your left arm, but otherwise you made it out unscathed. 

And during that time Bakugou didn’t contact you once. Not even a lame “Hey, u good?” text. Though technology was forbidden for the first couple days after your concussion, you still snuck out your phone from time to time to call him, text him, anything. He never responded. 

You told him that you were okay, that it was okay. You knew everything that had happened wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t in control of himself. Someone had forced him to hurt you and he’d had no part in it. If he had, he would’ve stopped it, you were sure. 

Nothing. 

All you would get was a little check mark marking each and every one of your messages as “seen.” 

Now that you were coming back to school today, you could finally give him a piece of your mind after that silent treatment. 

First thing you did when you arrived was look for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. People flooded you as you entered, asking if you were okay and how many fingers they were holding up. 

You noticed they were asking all but one question: What happened? 

Although you didn’t necessarily want to answer it anyway, this still piqued your curiosity and just as you prepared your own inquiry Aizawa entered and they scurried to their seats. 

Still no Bakugou in sight. 

The most acknowledgement the weary teacher gave you after your absence was a nod and an unceremonious grunt before diving right into the lesson. 

Though your doctors would blame it on your concussion, you found yourself unable to pay attention. It wasn’t even anger towards Bakugou at this point, but genuine panic that he hadn’t shown up yet. You never even thought to wonder what happened after you were knocked out until now. 

Maybe he got hurt too, or was it possible he could still be hypnotized? No, no way. You saw him recognize you post-knockout. So where was he?

The minute class ended you were out the door and running to the dorms. If Bakugou wasn’t there then obviously this situation was more serious than you thought. 

You hit Floor Four and bounded past Kirishima to the absent blond’s room, pounding on the door with all your might. 

“Katsuki? Are you in there?”

His red-headed friend watched as you knocked, flinching each time the door shook hard enough to rattle the entire level. “YN.”

“Katsuki I swear to God if you keep ignoring me-”

“YN.” He tried again, growing anxious. 

“I’m gonna kick your ass so bad you won’t even-”

“YN.” 

“What, Kirishima, what?”

It took a few seconds to register that he hadn’t said your name the third time. Snapping your head to the other side, you faltered at the sight of the blond. 

Hair ratty and tangled, eyes puffy and sunken, cheeks pale and bloodless. If anyone were to guess, they would think Bakugou was the one who took the beating. 

“YN.” He repeated your name like he was pondering over it. 

You heard a door click and turned to see Kirishima gone, disappearing into his room. Glancing around the hallway, you realized it wasn’t exactly the perfect place to have such a serious conversation and gestured for Bakugou to open his door. 

The second it was closed, you turned back to him and threw him a dirty look. “Why didn’t you respond?”

He stayed quiet for a second, looking you up and down, up and down. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gulping, and you took the time to notice how bloodshot his eyes were. Then, finally, he spoke. “Are you okay?”

Anger swelled at his dismissal of your question, but before you erupted you noticed something. Though Bakugou’s hands twitched at his sides, every time you moved closer toward him he would inch away. 

Taking a deep breath, you moved another step closer, startled when he took one back. 

“Why are you…” you trailed off, struck by his apprehension. 

“Are you okay?” he asked--no, he insisted. When you responded “yes” he nodded slowly and clenched his jaw, turning away. “That’s good.” Instead of facing you he began to fiddle with his desk chair, rotating it from side to side. 

You step closer, reaching out your hand to touch him and sighing when you see his shoulders tense. It hurt to see him like this, avoiding your every touch like it would give him the plague. “Why?” you whispered sadly.

“I read all your texts, you know.” He turned around and leaned back on his desk, propping himself up on his hands. When his eyes met yours, you saw the crimson was filled with pain. “You said it wasn’t my fault that you got hurt, that it was someone else. Someone else burned you, knocked you out. Someone else hurt you. ” He swallowed roughly. “But that’s a lie.”

“Katsuki, no it’s not-”

“It is, YN!” he snapped, pushing off his hands and pacing “I’m the one who hurt you! I used everything I had against you, to purposefully hurt you.” When he stopped in front of you, his cheeks were puffed and red, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

He was angry now, pissed off but you knew it wasn’t at you. It was at himself for something he couldn’t control. 

You hated it when he was like this. 

Quickly, before he could flinch away you grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him in, close. He wriggled in your grasp, even preparing to wrench your hands off with both of his own on your wrists before you raised a brow. “You really wanna do that?”

Hesitantly he dropped his arms to his sides and gave in to your hold. The muscles in his face relaxed under your touch, and you started to brush your thumbs over his cheeks with a small smile. “Katsuki,” you leaned your face in closer, “the only thing that hurt me during all that time was you ignoring me. Did you know that?”

“YN, I was just trying to-” Before he could finish you yanked his forehead down to press against yours, effectively shutting him up. 

“Did you know that?” you repeated, slower this time. 

He rolled his eyes and pressed harder against your forehead. “No.”

“Look at what I’m trying to tell you, Katsuki. The only time you ever hurt me, the only time you ever caused me pain, was when you ignored me after I was injured.”

“I’m…” ever so slowly he let his hands trail up to your hips, settling there and squeezing for just a second. He closed his eyes and let out a soft breath. “I’m sorry.”

Your mouth twitched. “Sorry for what?”

“Come on, YN, don’t-”

“Sorry for what?” you laughed, tugging him back in after he tried to pull away. 

Apologies, especially of the genuine kind, were rare for Katsuki. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d even heard those words fall from his lips. 

But here they were, some of the hardest words to ever say, laid out for you and you only. 

Bakugou’s gaze travelled up your face, pausing on your grinning lips before continuing on to a permanent stop on your eyes. His own lips perked for a second. 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you after you were hurt.” 

Carefully, like you were a china doll, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. His body was harsh but warm against yours as he leaned his cheek against your hair. 

It was sweet. The sweetest you’d ever gotten out of him, but…

“God, you are one awkward hugger.”

“Don’t test me, YN.”

After the Breakup (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Welp, I was going to write for more people but when I started for these two babes-for-characters I guess I just couldn’t stop🤷‍♀️. Not quite sure how these headcanons turned out but hey, hope you like ‘em! (Btw they get a lil saucy, but I’m just in that mood so y’all are just gonna have to accept them for what they are🤷‍♀️)

Word count: 2120

Bakugou Katsuki: 

Wants to ignore you 

Definitely the type to fold his arms and turn away when you enter a room or scoff when you talk to another guy

But when you walk away the guy is being given a glare that could put him six feet under

Acts cold to you--not exactly like how he did before he was interested in you, like how he calls everyone “extras,” but more so like he just sneers at you for no reason and rolls his eyes everytime you speak

Lil pomeranian boi just misses you really badly

But he hates the idea that you have that much power over him that you could draw him back to your side in a matter of seconds. It frustrates him how much he wants you back

At one point he’s tired of having nightmares of you leaving night after night--especially now that he doesn’t have you to comfort him after waking up in a cold sweat. 

So he’ll climb out of bed and stomp over to your door

And proceed to stare at it for about twenty minutes with his mind and heart running marathons

What does he say?

What does he do?

Would you be mad? Sad? Disappointed?

Or… would you even care that he was still in love with you?

It all becomes too much, and soon enough he just has to know

So he raises a fist to pound on your door loud enough to wake the entire floor

And the door opens before he even makes contact. 

“Katsuki?”

“YN.” Surprisingly, Bakugou feels all too calm at this moment, like he knows exactly what to say. 

“What are you doing here?”

A muscle in Bakugou’s chin twitches as he struggles to find the exact words. He wanted to make his point but he also didn’t want you to slam the door in his face. “I… Look. You told me that we should both move on and that I should get over you.”

“Katsuki-”

“But here’s the thing, YN,” when he takes a step forward, you take a step back and he physically flinches at the movement, “I don’t want to.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to get over us and move on to other people. I don’t want to see you with other guys when I know I could make you happier. That I have made you happier.”

“Katsuki,” your face softens, “you don’t have to-”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t have to do, YN. I’m not letting you go, understood? Try to move on all you want, I’m not going to let you. I’ll scare off any man you even talk to if I have to-”

Two hands piled over his mouth shut him up instantly and you lean past Bakugou to glance both ways down the hall before yanking him inside your room. 

As soon as the door’s shut, you turn to him and shake your head with the smallest little smile. 

“Katsuki, you dumbass. I was just going to leave my room to give you the same lecture.”

“Huh?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” you cup his cheek, reveling in the foreign look of shock on the blond’s face, “so no need for anymore threats on guys I may or may not go out with… unless you’re really willing to go after yourself that badly.”

Relief floods through Bakugou’s body, warming him up with the thoughts that he didn’t need to worry about truly losing you at all--as it turns out, you agreed you were his just as much as he did. 

“So… we’re back together?”

“Yep, unless…”

Oh shit

“Unless what?” Bakugou froze under your touch and reached a hand up to secure your palm against his cheek. “What is it?”

It almost pissed him off that you were able to laugh so freely while he was in an obvious state of panic. 

“Well, I was gonna suggest break-up sex but judging by just how badly you want to get back together, it seems like that’s off the table.”

Oh. Oh you damned little thing. 

Such a fucking tease. 

“Nah,” Bakugou shook his head and before you knew it, you were being forced down onto your bed, wrists locked tightly above you. “You’ve got the right idea. Break-up sex tonight, and tomorrow we can make up all day long.”

Kirishima Eijirou: 

On the surface, Kirishima is the same old manly man everyone knows him to be

But his eyes no longer have that same glint

And that smile just always seems seconds away from faltering

His red hair seems less spiky than usual, and those bags under his eyes are just the biggest tell

Kirishima is broken. 

He’s not grinning and holding your hand as he walks into class anymore, escorting you to your seat with a perhaps almost overdone kiss. Instead, he almost slumps to his own seat, avoiding eye contact with as many people as possible. 

But the instant you step into the classroom, you feel it.

You sit in the front row, giving him plenty of freedom to watch you for the entire day.

Kirishima thinks it’s natural, it’s harmless. He’s just trying to get over an ex--everyone knows how hard that is.

But he’s just making things worse. He tortures himself by constantly standing to attention anytime you speak. Or anytime your name is mentioned. Or anytime someone who remotely looks like you walks by him. 

No, he’s not doing great at this “moving on” thing, and he knows that. 

But part of it’s because he just can’t believe that you’re not struggling to do it either. 

Kirishima knows none of those kisses and “I love yous” were lies. He knows you meant every single hug and smile you ever gave him. Every time you said you cared about him, he could see in your eyes that you meant it wholeheartedly.

So maybe you could see how he wondered why loving you was suddenly so painful. 

Because now you were broken up and all this love he had to give you had nowhere to go and nowhere to be. It was like the love he had for you was useless. 

Kirishima hated those words, that thought. That being in love with you for all those months was useless, and that it just needed to be flushed away. 

All those plans he had of being with you, becoming superheroes at one another’s side and raising a family together. Planning ahead so far to even name the bridesmaids and groomsmen of your wedding and the names of your children. 

The future house and the rooms of that house, how many there would be and what kinds they were. You needed a library, one he was all too ready to build for you and he wanted a mancave you would surely supply with snacks.

All of that was useless. 

But Kirishima didn’t want to think so. So he came up with a plan. 

And when you walked into class the next day, Kirishima sat in your assigned seat, and you knew you smelled mischief. 

“Eijirou… whatcha doin’?”

When Kirishima raised his eyes to yours, the corner of his mouth turned up just an inch. 

“Sitting.”

You purse your lips. “I see that. But you know you could do the same exact thing in your own seat, right?”

The conversation wasn’t exactly a spectacle--the only other people in the room were in the back of the class talking amongst themselves distractedly. No one would bother to interfere. 

“Well, YN,” Kirishima leaned back, “I kinda want to trade places for a day. I wanna sit in your seat and act all nonchalant, pretending like I actually wanted us to break up-”

You could hear his voice growing choked up and moved to stop him. “Eijirou-”

“-and you can sit in my seat and do as I do. Remember how happy we were and how much you said you loved me. And how I broke up with you anyway.”

It was cold, like the room had suddenly dropped a few degrees. The boy everyone thought didn’t have a single mean bone in his body seemed to flip a switch in himself, turning emotionless in the blink of an eye. 

For him to act like you never loved him almost hurt as much as when you broke up with him. In all honesty, you thought it was for the best at the time. You felt it would help both of you focus on your studies so that you could become better heroes than anything. 

You thought that’s what Kirishima wanted, and that you were doing what was best for him. But you were wrong.

It seemed all he really wanted was you--being a hero had moved to second. 

“Eijirou…”

So the question was did you want him just as badly?

“YN…”

Becoming a hero was the entire reason you came to this school, and was also the reason you broke off one of the best relationships you’d ever had. You’d thought you were making things better. 

But had it really helped anything?

“Eijirou, I…”

Your grades had actually dropped. Terribly. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually got quality sleep. 

And judging by Kirishima’s dark circles, he was suffering the same side effects. 

These weren’t the symptoms of withdrawal--they were just the signs of a mistake. 

So as you looked into Kirishima’s eyes, hard enough to see past all the barriers he had put up, you could see the same questions you kept asking yourself. 

Why did I ever think this was worth it? Why did I ever think this would help me be happy?

The answer was it didn’t. 

And trial and error was a pain in the ass. 

“Eijirou, I’m sorry.” Your brows drew together in regret as you lowered your gaze, reaching over to grab the hand Kirishima had tensed on the desktop. “Maybe… no. Breaking up was definitely a mistake, and I wasn’t even thinking of the shit I was going to put both of us through by doing that. I’m sorry.”

But just as his mouth opened to respond, the bell rang and twenty other students flooded in in a mad dash to get to their seats. 

Before you moved to claim Kirishima’s seat as your own, you made a split second decision that you hoped could display even a little of what you were thinking. 

Kirishima froze at the kiss, his eyes going wide as you tilted his chin up to give yourself access. His lips were soft, just as you’d dreamt about for the last five nights, and tasted like that damned chapstick he always wore. 

And when you pulled away, he tried to reach out to stop you but you stepped away from his desperate hands, instead navigating your way back to his desk. 

Kirishima was frantic, spinning in your seat to get a look at your blushing face while his own mouth stayed open enough to catch a couple flies. The second your lips quirked up into a smirk, he almost jerked back with whiplash. 

Fucking hell, she did not just-

“Okay class,” Aizawa slumped into the classroom with his usual cheerfulness. “I want you to take a look at-wait.” The teacher paused for just a second to take note of Kirishima’s back facing him and you just five seats away whistling and observing the ceiling with interest. 

“YLN, Kirishima, get back to your original seats for God’s sake. There’s no time for this.”

All too ready, Kirishima rose from your chair and made his way towards you with eyes unsteady and hungry. 

Tonight you would explain just what exactly you were thinking when you decided to break up with Kirishima out of the blue. I mean, you seriously almost gave him a heart attack. 

Directly after school though…

Kirishima caught your arm as you moved to walk past him and threw you a look that would stick in your mind for the rest of class. Just as fast, he released you completely and dropped into his seat, eyes locked on your every move as you slid into your own.

Oh yeah. Directly after school, he was going to make you pay for the pain you put his mind through with your body.

bakugou reacting to his crush having those thirst tiktok (the ones where they just lip sync to a song and loon pretty HAHAHAH)

Bakugou’s Crush with a Thirst Trap TikTok (BNHA Headcanons)

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A/N: Ok, so I know you wanted this to be a lil thirsty, but you’re gonna have to bear with me when I say that this is a lot more thirsty than imagined. Honestly, I’ve been in a mood lately where 24/7 I’m like 🥵, so you just gotta take this and run, especially considering how late it is. Nonetheless, hope you like it! (Side note: asdfskdj thanks for 1.2k followers already! Y’all, I swear I’m boutta cry with this🥺)

Word count: 1653

B r u h

It’s like you’re trying to have this boy explode when you make this video.

Maybe you are.😏

Anyways, although Bakugou has a huge spankin’ crush on you, he doesn’t stalk you on your social media accounts. 

Nope, instead he sees your little video in school. 

“Bakugou! Bakugou!” He had just stepped into the classroom and already Kaminari was jabbering at him. 

What a pain in the ass.

The rest of the Bakusquad is hovering around his desk and has their eyes locked on his phone in his grip. “You gotta come see this!” the blond grins. 

“No, I don’t.”

Kaminari rolls his eyes and rises from his seat, shoving his phone into Bakugou’s hand and clicking on a video. “Uh yeah, you do.” 

Albeit reluctantly, he watches the video and-- oh.

Oh fuck.

It’s a TikTok of yours, but so much naughtier than what he’s seen. The first thing his eyes land on are your hips, moving in a tantalizing pattern and twisting them so slowly. Then they trail up your body, barely clothed in only a lace bra that outlines everything you had to offer and more. They move on towards your slim neck and up to your face, where your lips look plump, the bottom trapped between your teeth. That pink tongue of yours peeks out and swipes along the gloss covered lip you chew on so seductively, his gaze following the wet muscle with conviction.

Then his gaze lands on something that has him squirming in his seat-- your bedroom eyes. Heavy-lidded and already looking fucked into a daze, you smirk at the camera and lip sync to the particularly dirty song. Bakugou gulps at the sight. 

His pants are suddenly too tight, an excited part of himself straining against the fabric. 

He doesn’t even have the capacity to be pissed off that you made the video for any pair of eyes to see; right now, he’s rather stuck on how to hide the tent in his jeans that will no doubt rage till the end of class. 

“You’re such a goddamn perv,” Bakugou spits, thrusting the phone back into Kaminari’s hand. God, the only thing that could make this worse for him is if you were to-- oh heeeey, look who just joined the party.

Your entrance is instantly greeted with catcalls and wolf whistles, each one making Bakugou grit his teeth harder and harder together. 

“WOOHOO, YN,” Kaminari pipes up from beside him, “nice video.” 

In traditional YN fashion, Bakugou expects you to lob your backpack right into his smug face, but instead, you shock him by letting out a snicker. 

“Just for you, my friend,” you snigger, flipping him off with both hands. 

What the hell does that mean?

All through class, Bakugou is forced to sit at his desk with his backpack over his lap, but he can’t help letting his gaze draw to you from time to time. He had only been caught a handful of times, but each time you only glanced away just as quick. 

“Just for you, my friend.”

“Just for you.”

“Just for you.”

The words echo in Bakugou’s mind, making his fists curl and curl until his fingernails almost draw blood in his palms. He’s put out of his misery when the bell rings, and he blasts out of class sooner than Aizawa can dismiss him. 

In his dorm, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, about you. The way you moved, the way you looked, that glint in your eyes. But was it all for Kaminari?

The thought makes his hands tingle with sparks, but deep down, his stomach churns nastily. Was that perv the guy you were thinking of when you made that?

What kind of a sick power play was it for the creep to show it to him anyways?!

Pacing back and forth, Bakugou digs his hands into his hair and growls. 

“FUCK!”

The only times he had seen you that way were in his room, in his brain, while he sat on his bed and grunted your name deeply, dealing with his bodily desires. 

God, how could you post something like that?

The phone on his nightstand was practically calling his name, begging him to open the app and watch you. The memory just wasn’t enough at this point.

Five, six, seven times he’d watched it now. Eight, nine… oops, there had been a miscount. He must’ve watched your video at least forty times by now, each one riling him up more than the last. 

“Fucking hell,” he hissed for the fifth time, biting into his lip viciously to keep back a groan. Why did you have to do this to him?

Even more, why did you have to make this for Kaminari?

Shit, it must’ve been midnight by now. He couldn’t even calm himself down with a cold shower, exiting the bathrooms just as excited as he’d entered. His hair dripped water that slid down his bare upper body, trailing lower and lower until it soaked into the cotton surrounding the skin below his v-line. Rifling a hand through the blond locks, he fluffed them up to their original form, still damp, but in place.

And when he travels back to his dorm, his crimson gaze slowly gazes over to yours, just a door over. Aside from the towel, his hand only clutches his phone, and once again, your TikTok flashes through his thoughts. 

Ever so hesitantly, his tongue darts over his lips, wetting them swiftly. Seriously, what the hell was that video?! Why would you post something like that?

Aside from Kaminari’s benefit, according to you.

And with those words, his fist bangs against your door, uncaring that the sun was long gone and lights were supposed to be out hours ago. He just needed to know.

You, on the other hand, were pissed. You whip open your door with burning eyes, having just been woken up at exactly 1:07 am. 

“What in the everloving fuck do you need?” It doesn’t cross your mind that it’s the exact person you had been waiting for to come to your room for hours; you’re just enraged at any dumbass who’s woken you up from a rather pleasant dream. 

Not a word is said before a phone is shoved into your face, showing last night’s thirst trap TikTok courtesy of you.

“What is this?” Bakugou interrogates, eyes aglow beyond the screen. 

Oh, you gotta be kidding me. He’s doing this now?!

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you shrug and gesture to the phone. “Well, ya know Bakugou, I think they’re calling it a ‘thirst trap’ nowadays-”

“No, YN,” he interrupts, pushing into your room. Instinctively, you step back, even though you and your body are in agreement that you want him closer. “What the hell is this?”

There’s no doubt that the glint in his eyes is possessive, especially after he slams your door shut with his foot. 

“Bakugou, c’mon, it’s past midnight. I need to go to-”

He chucks his phone to the side with a snarl and snags your hips, forcing you backwards until your knees buckle against your bed. You fall back with a gasp before Bakugou falls after you, his knees immediately assuming a position to straddle your thighs. 

“YN,” he grounds out, hands now pressed on either side of your head, “who did you make that for?” It was the million dollar question, and evidently Bakugou was going for big money. 

Of course, you want this to happen right now. God, you’ve waited months for this guy to finally display that he returned your feelings. But now, slightly peeved and a little playful at his jealousy without a cause, you wanted to have some fun.

“Who do you think, Bakugou?” Eyebrow raised, you let your tongue slide over your lower lip, smirking when he rushes to watch the action. 

“Don’t fuck around, YN.” A rough finger brushes a strand of hair away from your face, but little did you know, it was a distraction technique. Before you can tease him again, both of your wrists are trapped above your head, completely immovable in his iron grip. “Who the fuck was the video for?” 

There was a little uncertainty flickering in Bakugou’s eyes. You realized with shock that part of him was unsure about all of this. Part of him was legitimately concerned you didn’t actually want this. 

Don’t worry, you would qualm all his fears, especially after he slid a knee between your thighs and pressed against a sensitive area that left you a whining mess. “You, Katsuki!”

Instantly, all hesitation flees his body as he grips your wrists tighter, dropping his forehead to yours and capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. 

“Hell yeah it was. Now let me show you what bad girls get for showing off what’s mine.”

Safe to say, Bakugou had to help you walk to class the next day, but it was totally worth it.

You would never admit it to his face, but Kaminari’s plan was genius. Posting a thirst TikTok was the perfect way to force Bakugou into confessing. 

You just wish the dark marks covering your skin weren’t so obvious, especially the one right on the underside of your jaw. No amount of makeup would cover his hickeys, but don’t worry, you would learn that over time.

Uh, hey! Could I request yandere Shigaraki, Bakugou and Kaminari trying to get their darling a dog but it backfires cuz their darling is terrified of dogs? Thanks in advance :)

He Gets You a Dog but You’re Afraid of Dogs (Yandere BNHA Headcanons)

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A/N: This is literally the first post I’ve ever made on the road. Y’all, I gotta be honest, I’ve been down in the dumps for the past couple days, so I’m sorry if my mood has been reflected through my stories. Nonetheless, I really hope you all like this one! (Btw, love this request!)

Word count: 2098

Shigaraki Tomura:

Shigaraki notices right away that you weren’t your usual self. Before he ambushed you and took you captive, you were always happy-go-lucky and would smile like no tomorrow.

Somewhere along the line, though, you had changed. Maybe it was that he kept you chained to the bed 24/7. Or maybe it was that you only got to see the sunlight once every two weeks. But surely it wasn’t that he forced you to give him a hug and a kiss every time he entered your room.

No. You loved that tradition just as much as he did.

So maybe it was because you were lonely. Shigaraki noticed that he had to leave you alone more often than he wanted to because of League business, but he also knew that their lair wasn’t exactly a lovely setup.

The TV in his room never brought back the light in your eyes. Nor did the loaded bookshelves. No radios or music or anything made you as enlivened as you were.

But then an idea struck him.

Humans were social creatures, and the only person you communicated with was him. No, of course he wasn’t going to let you talk to another person, that would drive him insane. But Shigaraki knew animal companionship would be just as good.

The adoption center emptied out at the sight of a man covered in disembodied hands, so thank goodness Shigaraki didn’t have to fight over other people for the puppy of his choosing.

A german shepherd was his choice. Obviously a reject because of its older age, the dog was fully grown and was over a third of Shigaraki’s height. It was a trainable beast that would be adorable in your eyes. The perfect option for both of you.

The dog didn’t resist being picked up and dropped out of the pen. Shigaraki snagged a leash off a shelf on his way out, and soon they were both on their way.

Back in the villain’s lair, the others threw him weird looks but kept their mouths sewn shut. They all knew about you, the poor girl locked up in his bedroom like a playtoy, but they weren’t stupid enough to go against Shigaraki.

He didn’t bother to knock on the door. Instead, he barged in and sniggered at the sight of you, passed out and snoring in his bed. The shirt you wore to bed last night was his, and he licked his lips at the sight of it barely covering your upper thighs.

A delicious surprise.

Shaking his head out of his thoughts, Shigaraki picks up his dog and lugs it over to you.

“YNNNN. Wake uppppp.”

You grumbled in resistance, but your eyelids fluttered open anyways.

“Mmm, Tomura? What’s…” you trail off in a yawn and rub the sleep away from your eyes, trying to figure out if the sight before you was real.

You didn’t need sight to know; the german shepherd panted and licked your face before you even got a good look at it.

“OH SHIT!” you cried out, rolling to the other side of the bed before falling to the floor and crawling to the corner of the room.

Shigaraki watches your movements with raised brows, then his mind rattles at the sight of you tearing up and shivering in the corner.

“G-Get the dog out of here!” You point with a shaky finger. “...please?”

He’s still frozen in shock, eyes locked on where you had previously sat before he hears you whimper. This prods him to jump into action.

Hastily, he leads the dog out into the hallway and lets it run loose, all before coming back inside and closing the door.

“Better?”

“Better,” you nod, forcing yourself to give him a smile. Shigaraki sighs and makes his way over to you, plopping himself down on the floor so he can see your face.

“So… dogs huh?”

“Yeah. I’m not really their biggest fan.” The villain nods solemnly.

“... so we can’t keep him?”

Part of you is surprised that he even asked, but the other part of you is screaming to take it and run.

“No, please.” He purses his lips and glances at the door.

“All right,” you flinch at the feeling of his hand cupping your cheek. “I’ll get rid of him.” There’s a dangerous glint in his eye.

“But you owe me, darling.”

Bakugou Katsuki:

As much as he hated to admit it, Bakugou knew you weren’t really happy.

Trapped and locked away in the house day-in day-out was wearing on you. Though you hadn’t lost your fire, you still weren’t joyful like he had been used to back in UA.

After kidnapping you the minute you both graduated, he kept you held up in his new house where nobody could take you away. But he hated to see you so unhappy.

So he decided to get you a dog. Oops.

“YN, come down here.” He dragged in a dog that was perfect for both of you. It was a pitbull, a vicious little thing that was still gnawing on the leash when it entered the house.

“What do you want, dickhead?” You sniggered. Pissing off Bakugou was usually the highlight of your day, since you had learned early on that his threats of hurting you or punishing you for pushing his buttons were all empty.

You made your way down the stairs, narrowed eyes darting around then locking on the front door where Bakugou stood with- oh fuck.

“You’re welcom-”

“AASJSHFHS!” You choked on your own spit and darted back up the stairs, tripping half way and crawling up the rest like a panicked seal.

The smirk on Bakugou’s face fell in an instant as his mind went blank.

What just…

Then his brows furrowed as he glanced down at the dog, who, by now, was sitting perfectly still at his side with a tilted head. It let out a whimper and Bakugou nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, you and me both buddy.”

Thankfully, Mr. Sunshine isn’t dim enough to take the dog with him upstairs to confront you; instead, he ties its leash to the stair railing before making his way up.

“YN?” He knocks on the bedroom door. In the beginning, he thought it was almost cute of you to think that you would get to sleep alone. He was glad how quickly you adjusted to sleeping in his arms.

“FUCK YOU!” you cry out, voice cracking and trembling. You were crying.

Bakugou grows angry at your implication. He wasn’t trying to scare you!

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU DON’T LIKE DOGS?!”

He barges through the door and finds you hugging your knees to your chest on his bed. You’re huddled against the headboard, and even Bakugou can see from the entryway that you were trembling.

Another yell dies on his tongue when he spots a tear slipping down your cheek. His heart stutters at the complete, unrestrained fear in your eyes.

Adam’s apple bobbing, he makes his way over to you and sits down on the mattress, laying an apologetic hand on your kneecap.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were afraid.”

“It’s okay.” It damn better be.

A thumb of his wipes away a stray tear on your cheek and his body grows warm at the contact. He wasn’t much for loving communication, but God did he love touching you.

“I’ll bring it back to the pound right now.”

You nod in thanks and purse your lips as he rises. Suddenly, a hand of yours darts out to grab his. He turns back to you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki. I know you might’ve really liked it.” His teeth grit at your ignorance.

“The only thing I care about is you, dumbass. Don’t forget that.”

Kaminari Denki:

Kaminari knew you were growing lonely.

This guy has an entire list of your habits, and he was almost positive talking to yourself wasn’t one of them. Safe to say, he was a tad concerned.

He had passed by your bedroom and heard you jabbering on about whether hot dogs were tacos or sandwiches.

To be fair, he thought it was a valid argument at first, but after listening to you for twenty minutes straight, he knew there was something wrong.

Kaminari loves you dearly, and though he’s not sure if you feel the same, he’s certainly desperate to try. Though you resented him for kidnapping you from your own home, he knew there was one thing in the world that would break down your walls-- one thing no human could resist.

It wasn’t a big dog, no. It was a little golden retriever puppy that jumped and yelped at Kaminari’s side as they walked home.

“She’s gonna love you so much buddy!” he grinned, patting the puppy on the head. “She’s gonna love both of us now!”

Opening the door to the house, Kaminari searched for you before sneaking the dog inside. Then he called out your name in a sing-songy tone.

“YNNNNNN, guess what I got you!” He can’t keep the excitement off his face as he hears you slip out of your bedroom and make your way down the stairs.

“What do you-...” You cut yourself off, watching him warily as you see movement behind him. There’s something… small, barely visible between the blond’s legs but you can tell you’re not gonna like it either way.

“Surprise!” he shouts, picking up the golden retriever and holding it out to you.

Yeah, sure. Doggy pictures online were adorable to look at, but face-to-face, there was always a chance that it would BITE YOUR FACE OFF!

Not even a second after seeing it, you open your mouth and let out a noise suspiciously akin to that of a parrot’s squawk before tearing cheek down the nearest hallway.

Kaminari just watches this go down, the smile slowly falling from his face. Both him and the dog jump at the sound of the door slamming.

They glance at each other before Kaminari shrugs. “Guess she doesn’t like you.”

The dog growls.

Meanwhile, you are huddled up in the downstairs bathroom of Kaminari’s house, trembling in fear and curling up in the bathtub. The curtains are hastily drawn to disguise yourself and seamlessly blend in with the environment.

The only thing that breaks your genius cover is the squeak you let out when the door opens.

“YN?”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

That was an excellent question. What did he do?

“...I’m sorry?”

He covers his ears and expects another yell, but all he gets is a small whimper.

“YN?” Kaminari is hesitant to approach you, but he closes the bathroom door behind him before he does so, just in case a sudden canine intrusion doesn’t occur.

All he hears in response is a sniffle, and when he pulls back the curtain, his heart yowls at the sight. He made you cry.

“Oh, YN…” Your face is tucked into your knees as your body shivers with silent sobs. In an instant, he’s in the tub with you, sitting back on his calves and tugging you into his lap.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your hair.

(If you thought he was gonna miss this chance to hold you in his arms, you were wrong.)

“Shhh,” he rubs your back as your shuddering slows. “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.”

“I-I’m scared of dogs,” you mumble, tightening your grip in his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no,” he shakes his head, pressing you further into his chest. The feeling of your hair is so soft against his cheek. “It’s not your fault. The only person I got it for was you.”

You were hesitant to display your gratitude, so you settled for nodding. The bathroom falls to silence as Kaminari basks in the euphoria from holding you in his arms. You took comfort in him.

“I’ll give the dog back tonight, then how about I treat you to a nice dinner, hmm?”

“O-okay.”

He grins and his grip on you tightens. “Good,” he hums. Well, look at that. He had you all to himself and he got you to agree to a date with him. Win-win.

I just read the one with Dabi and Shigaraki getting seen by a villain and telling the reader to run and they get lost? Could I request that but with Bakugou, Shinsou and Todoroki? uwu thank you love your writing

He Tells You to Run During His Fight and You Get Lost (Yandere BNHA Headcanons)

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Shigaraki and Dabi Version

A/N: Ajskdjd I don’t know if you actually sent this or if it just glitched but bro this request showed up in my inbox six times😂 I was just sitting there looking at it like wtffff. Anyways, I’m glad you liked the other one, and thanks for the request! I hope you like it!

Word count: 2197

Bakugou Katsuki: 

The entire street is blacked out. 

Of course, on the one night you actually are willing to go on a date with him, a villain attacks. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bakugou hisses, letting his hand explode for the occasional light. 

A villain with electricity powers no less. With one flick of the guy’s hand, the whole street had turned to black, but not before he saw a nice fistful of explosion approach his face. 

Bakugou had told you to run before the fight, and now that the villain was gone, you were too.

“YN!” 

“YN COME BACK HERE!”

Yeah, sure, your relationship was a bit bumpy at first, especially considering the fact that he had taken you from your own home and forced you to live with him, but he firmly believed you two had worked out the kinks over the past two weeks. 

Evidently, that was false. 

“YN I SWEAR TO GOD!”

You left him. You really had. How dare you try to leave him. You truly were dumber than he thought, because he could find you in seconds. 

He wasn’t hurt that you had taken the opportunity to escape, but you would certainly feel his wrath once you were back where you belonged.

Rage swelled in his chest as he released another angered roar into the night. 

You, on the other hand, are terrified. Where the hell is Katsuki?

It was too dark for you to see anyone or anything. No cars were on the streets, no flashing signs. It was like you accidentally stepped into a ghost town. 

In the distance, you heard shouts and thunders. The villain? No, Katsuki could take him. 

Then you saw it. A large, towering figure that was charging for you at an alarming speed. Your blood ran cold at the sight of- Oh God, was that electricity?-- in his palm. 

It was too dark to tell, but you weren’t taking your chances. Cursing under your breath, you spun on your heels and ran. 

Meanwhile, Bakugou had finally found you. His palms fired up with light as he sprinted your way, barking a single “FUCK” when you began running. You really had tried to escape. That was not okay. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Your eyes darted left and right, searching for an alleyway or anywhere else where you could hide and wait for the villain to pass. “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die.”

Finally, you found a familiar corner, one you and Bakugou had turned at only half an hour ago. You remember an alley being right after the first building. 

Following the path with burning legs, you took the sudden turn and dashed into the alley, crashing into the wall and slumping down behind the nearest dumpster. Oh God, oh God, oh God. 

You could hear the villain’s thunderous stomps, storming right towards your dead end before they passed it completely, allowing you to release a relieved sigh. It was only when the footsteps suddenly returned that you panicked, heart practically jumping out of your chest. 

“YN!” a familiar voice barked, rage so undisguised you almost choked on it. 

“Katsuki?!” You asked in surprise, supporting yourself against the brick wall as you rose with burning calves. His crimson gaze pierced right through you. “Katsuki,” you smiled, “you’re alive!” 

Bakugou sneered at that. Psh yeah, like that lame ass villain could kill him. But that wasn’t the problem. “You bitc-”

Whatever he was going to say, you cut it off with a suffocating grip around his midsection. “Oh, thank God you found me. I thought I was being chased by that guy!” 

Your hold is so tight he can’t breath, and it’s only when his lungs start to burn that he reluctantly taps out. “Okay, okay,” he pats your shoulder, “unclench, will ya?”

His anger from earlier has almost deflated completely; your touchy-feely-ness with him kind of had that effect. “Let’s just go home.” 

Part of him was still struggling to accept that you hadn’t tried to leave him, but it faded away when you gave him that blinding smile and adorable little nod. “You sure you don’t wanna finish that date?”

Oh God, how could he ever doubt your love when you asked him that?

Shinsou Hitoshi: 

Shinsou would be damned if he let you go.

You were the light of his life. The beam at the end of the tunnel. You were his perfect match. You couldn’t leave him.

He’d promised you that he would never use his quirk on you back when you first got together, but tonight he’s afraid he’ll have to break that promise. 

A villain attacked, one who had stayed mute for the first five minutes of the fight. Right in the beginning, Shinsou knew he couldn’t have you stick around. 

“Let me help!”

“No, YN! Just go! Run!” You watched him for a couple more seconds with wide eyes before nodding and booking it down the streets, never looking back. 

Maybe you had thought it would be the last time you would ever see him. Maybe you were thankful for that fact. 

Either way, you were sorely mistaken. 

The villain finally cracked when Shinsou trapped him in a headlock, squeezing and squeezing until the guy finally wheezed out a “please.”

Then the purple-haired hero told him to dive off the nearest bridge into the river below, and he listened dutifully. 

“YN?” Shinsou called out now, slowly making his way down the street. The more time passed, the more silence heard, the faster he upped his pace. 

The distance from you was almost painful. God, how he just wanted to feel you again. Hear you again. 

“YN, please come here!” Shinsou was jogging now, lavender eyes foraging every inch of the wide open street he was on. 

He was desperate now. Never had he felt so helpless and needy, but God how he needed you in his life. 

For the first time in a long time, he felt like he had a future to look forward to-- with you. He wasn’t going to let that slip out of his grasp, even if you didn’t feel the same. 

In time, and with enough coaching, you would be perfectly happy with him.

“YN, please tell me where you are!”

Blood rushing in his ears, he began to increase his speed to a sprint, head whipping back and forth across every alley and street until he caught a glimpse of- there!

“YN!” 

Your familiar head of hair perked up at the name and you rose from your hiding spot behind a trash can. Your eyes were glistening and red, veins popping out beside the irises. 

“Hitoshi!” you wailed, locking gazes with him and quickly closing the distance between the two of you. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as soon as your arms wound around his neck. 

“God, I’m so glad you’re okay,” you mumble against his neck. He could feel the wetness of your tears, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. 

“Me too.” he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you just as tightly. He keeps his gaze locked on the wall behind your head while he contemplates his next move. “I thought you tried to-... I thought you were going to leave me for good.”

You snort bitterly into his neck. “Why would I ever leave you, Hitoshi? I love you.”

What if you were lying? What if you were lying to him right now? He could always ask…

But no, you said you loved him! And he promised you that he would never use his quirk on you. 

But surely it wouldn’t hurt to hear your honest answer, no?

“YN?”

“Yeah?” 

Your grip on him went slack as he felt your head drop completely against his shoulder. No doubt your eyes were glazed over right now, so beautifully vulnerable and yearning for his command. 

“Tell me the truth, darling. Were you trying to escape from me?”

“No, Hitoshi,” you mumble blankly into his skin. “I’ve fallen in love with you. I no longer feel the need to escape.” 

Breathless, Shinsou allows a grin to grow on his face as he dips his hand into your hair, petting it softly. “Good girl, YN. You’re so good to me now. So honest.”

You nod stiffly and Shinsou clicks his tongue. 

In an instant, your grip regains its previous gusto as you rub your cheek against his collarbone. “Can we go home now, ‘Toshi?”

Your mind was so trusting, so vulnerable, so pliable like puddy in Shinsou’s hands. Sure, he slipped up on his promise, but with your unconditional love, he was sure you would let it go in no time. 

“Of course, love.”

Todoroki Shouto: 

You were finally falling for him. Last night, like every night before, he laid a kiss on your lips as he returned home, only this time you responded. 

There was only one way to describe his feelings: he was addicted. To your love, to your touch, to you. 

It’d been so long since someone held him like you did, with that glimmer of adoration in your eyes. He had finally broken down your walls like you had done for him so long ago. 

He wanted to take you on a date tonight as a thank you. A gesture of gratefulness for reciprocating his love. 

But then that piece of shit attacked. 

Todoroki had no other option; he had to tell you to run. 

“YN please! Before he hurts you!” 

Fear was evident in your eyes, so getting you to flee was easy. 

And now that the villain was burned into oblivion, the hard part he dreaded had finally come: searching for you.

Within the ten-block radius he covered, you were nowhere to be found. Every divot, every ravine, every goddamn crack on the sidewalk, he searched for you. Hours passed, but he didn’t know how many. All he knew was that he couldn’t find you.

Of course, he should have expected this. 

You actually left him. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t see it coming. That kiss, no matter how much passion you had put into it, was obviously a lie. You were playing innocent, toying with his feelings just so you could really stick it to him in the end. 

He should’ve known. He knew, since he was a child, that he was an unloveable monster. He had been hanging onto you like his last thread of hope that he could be redeemed.

But now that you were gone, there was no way it wasn’t true. You didn’t deserve a freak like him, with a face not even a mother could love. 

Head hanging, Todoroki made his way home. His shoulders slouched forward as he dragged his feet along the sidewalk. Deep inside his chest, there was an ache. A longing for you, disguised as a physical pain. 

“Shouto.” 

The memory of your voice plagued his mind.

“Shouto!”

Growing louder and more insistent. No, of course he didn't want to forget you, but he had to.

“SHOUTO!” Tingles light up the flesh of where someone grabs his hand, and without hesitation, he spins and tackles them in a hug. 

“YN, please tell me this is real.”

Your cute little snort of disbelief makes his heart stutter. “Nah, this is all just a dream.”

“Don’t say that,” he grumbles into your neck. “You were gone for so long. I thought you left me.”

“‘Left you’? Seriously, Shouto? Is that why you were moping along when I finally found you?!”

“Yes. I thought you hated me for what I did to you, and escaped when the opportunity arose.” 

You tensed against him at his words. He hears you swallow. “I’m not gonna lie. The thought did cross my mind.” 

A nasty feeling crawls up his throat. “But then I realized I couldn’t.” 

“Really?” 

“Y-yes. Shouto… I realized I didn’t want to leave you. Because I-”

Here it was.

“-love you.” 

So it wasn’t a game after all. You weren’t pretending. That kiss had been real, you had meant it. A tear slipped down his cheek at the thought. He wasn’t a monster.

“I love you too, YN.” And you were never leaving the house after this. 

What a tease you were to toy with his feelings. Leave him for so long only to come back and drag him in again. For so long, you knew you felt this way, and only now, after he had searched for you for hours while you let him suffer those thoughts, you decided to confess your emotions. 

Todoroki’s love for you wasn’t a joke. And maybe, now that you seemed to understand you were his, he could finally teach you that lesson physically.

A matching mark of your own would do just the trick.

bakugo when the reader is like in that cheerleader outfit from the sports festival 😳😳🤯🤯

Bakugou’s S/O in Sport’s Festival Cheer Outfit (BNHA Headcanons)

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A/N: Bruhhhh this was such a good idea, but I’m not gonna lie, I got a lil thirsty😳 Like seriously, this shit gets 🥵, so read with caution?? In all honesty, I hope you like it! Please enjoy!

Word count: 637

Oof, now this is a concept

When you do this, you’re playing a dangerous game, poking the bear, riling up a cobra preparing to strike. 

While the other girls dressed up for sake of competition, you did it to play with fire. 

You’re standing on the field, thighs and midriff bare for all the viewers to see like fresh meat on a platter. 

Then finally-- finally-- Bakugou steps out with his other classmates and confronts the sight. 

His eyes are just… roaming.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the sight as the atmosphere grows harder to breathe. The tension finally snaps when he- umm what?

Explodey boy charges at you with a sneer, his hands outstretched and sparking. 

He’s livid.

“YN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!” 

His tone is scolding and accusatory, almost like a father chastising a child. 

You weren’t exactly one to drool over being chided. In fact, your boyfriend just lit a fire under your ass. 

“Excuse me?”

“Take it off right now!” 

Oh-ho no, that’s NOT happening. 

Bakugou couldn’t believe you, testing him by going out in front of others by wearing that.

Rage pumped through his bloodstream at the sight, but not only that. His pants were growing tighter as well. 

He knew you were peeved at his tone, but the last thing he wanted on you was other people’s wandering eyes.

You were his, and as much as he didn’t wanna be that guy… he was totally gonna be that guy. 

Bakugou steps closer to you and ignores how you try to back away determinedly. His hand latches onto yours and drags you away, tugging you off the field and away from prying eyes. 

You struggle to keep up with his vigorous strides and huff in anger when he finally stops, pulling you into a room and locking the door. 

The room is silent as his back faces you. Not one part of you is afraid, all of your limbs held tight in preparation for an attack. 

“YN,” uh oh, “do you have any idea how fucking unbearable you are right now?” 

Ah, such a way with words. 

Anyways…

His voice is strained and dripping with lust, and when he finally turns around you understand why. 

Bakugou’s nostrils are flaring, and he takes deliberate steps closer to you. Try all you want, you can’t stop the harsh thumping of your heart at this moment. 

When he’s finally close enough, his hand grasps your wrists and walks you back, back, back until you make contact with a cold wall. 

“You made this mess, sweetheart,” he trails his lips down your throat. “Now fix it.” 

An hour later, Bakugou is called out to fight. He swaggers into the arena, disheveled hair barely noticeable from this distance. Thankfully, the high neck of his jacket covers a few hickeys as well. 

 You, however, scramble back into the stands, hair ruffled and clothes oversized. 

“Aww YN, where’d the cheerleading outfit go?” Toru pouts, waggling her pom poms.

Nervously giggling, you collapse into a seat next to her, ignoring the shakiness of your legs as you try to sit in a comfortable position. Ouch. 

“I, uh, I had to change. I was getting a little cold.” 

Not really. But Bakugou’s sweatshirt combined with leggings hides his lovebites better than that outfit ever would. 

It is definitely still tucked in the back of your closet for… future occasions, though.

Standing down in the arena, Bakugou spots you in the stands and throws you a devilish smirk that has you squeezing your legs together.

When He’s Your Fellow Actor (BNHA Headcanons)

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Haikyuu!! Version

A/N: I swear to God, I just write stories with bullet points🤦‍♀️. It’s an addiction I only give into at 2 am tho, I promise…. Maybe 3. Or maybe 6 am when my family wakes up to go to work, idk!! I'M WORKING ON IT. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy these headcanons/mini reminder that I write for bnha cuz it’s been a fucking minute!

Word count: 1781

Bakugou Katsuki: 

The “Hero-Villain on the show but everyone ships them in real life” trope.

Bakugou’s the hero, but you’re the villain😯

In all honesty, you ship your characters together too, but Bakugou doesn’t get it. 

In an interview he did with you, he got so confused when the interviewer asked you both how you felt about it. 

“People are doing what?!”

He got a lil pissy about it. 

“You guys are calling that scene when she tried to throw me in a vat of acid our ‘first date’?!” 

While Bakugou just sits next to you in utter bewilderment, the attention shifts to you and you’re just like, “Yeah, I think they’re cute.” *shrugs*

*shrugs*

*SHRUGS*

Why the fuck were you shrugging?! THIS WAS FUCKING INSANE!!

Bakugou is all angsty for the rest of the interview, and afterwards you two go to lunch (for the convenience of course).

He’s still watching you order with utter amazement and eventually you catch his drift. 

*sigh* “What’s wrong, Katsuki?” 

His lips twitch at the sound of his name, then he reels himself in. 

“Don’t *sigh* at me! What the fuck was that back there?”

You’re just sitting there like “TF??”

He rolls his eyes. “YN, you actually…” he locks his gaze on the floor. “You actually… like that stuff?”

You giggle and it pisses him off even more. “WHAT?!”

“Oh c’mon, Katsuki, you don’t think the two characters would even be a little cute together?”

…

“Fuck no.”

“Just think about it for a second.” 

He reluctantly does as you ask while you order for the two of you. (You always knew what he liked to eat.)

Bakugou stays unsettlingly silent for the rest of the lunch, tearing away bites of his burger with angry chomps.

It’s peaceful, much like it always is around you. Sometimes he likes that about y-

“OH MY GOD IT’S BAKUGOU KATSUKI AND YLN YN!” 

“I KNEW THEY WERE TOGETHER!” 

Bakugou almost flips out on the fans and their comments, so you quickly autograph whatever they threw on the table before ushering them away. 

You paid the bill and snatched up Bakugou’s hand, dragging him out of the restaurant before he could yeet a table or two. 

Days pass after you and Bakugou’s “date.” The pictures of you two at the restaurant spread like wildfire, but that’s not what peeved off Bakugou. 

No, it wasn’t that. 

It was the fanfiction he had found. 

People had not only written highly sensual acts between the two of your characters, but also between you two as real people. 

It was like people had no sense of privacy!

He almost couldn’t face you the next day after reading all of that. 

Oh yeah, he umm… he kinda read it. ONLY TO SEE HOW FUCKED UP PEOPLE WERE THOUGH!

You saw right through him. He had dodged your every move until finally it was time to film a scene together. 

You didn’t hesitate to grab his face and force it to look at you. 

“Katsuki. What’s wrong?” 

“... I read the stuff.”

Fuck.

You shake your head. “I told you not to read that shit. It’ll just flip you out even more.”

“I know but,” he glances around before pulling you to a more secluded area of the set, “how did they know about us?” 

You giggle and cup his cheek. “They don’t. That’s just what people do.” 

He doesn’t exactly buy it, but he accepts your kiss anyway. “So,” he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours, “we’re still on at my place tonight, right?”

“Yep.” 

(No one could know you two were together yet. He just wasn’t ready to see more “shipping” shit than he had already seen. You knew that. But that didn’t stop you from writing the fanfictions.)

Todoroki Shouto:

The “they’re brother and sister on the show but fans are perverts” trope. 

Honestly, you were both disgusted at the idea. 

You hung out all the time with the other cast members and only heard of it when someone brought it up.

“WHAT?!”

Yeah, you were human, and you both thought it was a little nasty. 

“Yeah,” Kaminari nods with a grimace, “apparently it’s only because you two look nothing alike though.” 

“Still,” your nose wrinkles, “that’s just wrong.” Todoroki nods beside you. 

“Well, people are weird. I don’t know what to tell you.”

You two were both frazzled by the news, barely able to look at each other without even thinking about it. 

The next day, you two had a scene where you had to hug and kiss each other’s cheeks. Not an unusual act between your two characters, but now it was fucking awkward. 

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Bakugou glared after the director finally said “Cut!” after enough failed scenes. 

“We just found out our characters are being shipped.” 

It wasn’t really what you said that made Bakugou cackle like an evil witch, it was the way you both said it. 

Your eyes were both wide with horror and you couldn’t even stand to make any contact with each other. 

“You two are fucking idiots!” Bakugou screeched, wiping a tear from his eye. “Get over it! Our fans are fucking crazy, and I’m suprised you haven’t noticed that after one too many hotel room break-ins.”

The blond’s words took a while to sink in, and it wasn’t until you were both sitting next to each other on the backstage couch that you finally glanced at each other. 

“So…” 

“So…” 

…

Ugh, you couldn’t stand it anymore!

“Shouto, are things gonna be weird between us now?”

The thought almost hurt. 

Todoroki’s eyes widened as your own darted over his scarred face frantically. 

“No!” He grabs your hands and holds them in his. “... Well… maybe. I don’t know.”

You two had always liked each other. Perhaps a little more than friends. But playing brother and sister while having a relationship was never a good idea. 

A few days passed and you two decided to take a little break from each other. (You had hoped to get over your feelings so you could go back to acting like brother and sister like normal.)

Then you got the scripts for next week’s episode. 

“I’m adopted?” 

The next day, you and Todoroki could finally stand to be in each other’s presence. 

“So….”

“So….”

…

Oh fuck- AGAIN?!

Nope. You weren’t gonna let that happen. 

You threw your hands around his neck and shoved him towards you, pressing his lips against yours. 

Todoroki instantly threw his arms around your back, pressing you closer as he smiled into the passionate kiss.

Kaminari sighed in relief before slipping back behind the wall as you two pulled away from each other. 

“They’re good.”

The rest of the cast let out relaxed breaths while Bakugou rolled his eyes. 

“Why the fuck did you tell them that, dumbass?”

“I don’t know, I thought it would be funny!” 

“Well then I guess you’re just a SHIT COMEDIAN!”

Yeah, it was just one fanfiction about you two as siblings. 

TO BE FAIR… Kaminari only wrote it because he was shitfaced.

Kirishima Eijirou:

The “she was just supposed to be a side character but the fans fell in love with her and started shipping them” trope.

Yeah, you weren’t supposed to last long. 

Kirishima was the main character, a hero, and you were just supposed to be a temporary damsel in distress.

Oops.

Evidently they made your character a little too cute, a little too funny, a little to perfect. 

You were in for about half a season, and in that time, everybody loved you and Kirishima together.

You two had great chemistry on and off the screen. 

Nothing beats that. 

Except for when the writers killed off your character. 

While it ended with a kiss, you apparently died saving Kirishima’s life as one final thanks for him saving yours in your debut. 

The kiss opened both of your eyes and you knew you couldn’t lose contact with each other. 

Initially, his show only lost a few viewers after you were cut. 

But then it dropped by the thousands when fans spotted you two on a date, smiling happily like no one was around. 

Ahh, the power of persuasion.

People were boycotting his show left and right, claiming that they “split you two up wrongfully.” 

Shit went awry.

Everyone panicked. 

Apparently one major funder had a daughter who had a cousin who had a friend who had a dog that loved you two or something.

Idfk

Either way, the writers and directors whipped up some magical mumbo jumbo to revive your character, and the response was instant. 

After some half-assed funeral scene, they had you dig yourself out of the ground like some zombie, claiming that you were of the same superpowered race as Kirishima. 

The ship lived on, and your characters survived multiple seasons enough to make little superpowered babies.

“Man, I can’t believe the fans went so nuts like that. Who knew a little side character death would cause such an uproar.”

Kirishima nodded along with you, allowing a soft smile to grow on his face as he pounced, licking some stray ice cream off your lips before capturing them in a kiss. 

“Mmm,” his hand reached up to hold you in place against him. He only pulled away to press his forehead against yours with a toothy grin. “I have a little secret to confess.”

“Like what?” Your eyes were still closed in bliss as you licked your lips, reveling in the taste of him. 

He turned your head to the side and cupped a hand around your ear, whispering his pretty little secret. Your eyes flashed open in surprise and you pushed away from him to see his face.

You needed to know if he was serious. 

“YOU WERE THE ANONYMOUS ACCOUNT WHO STARTED THIS?!”

Kirishima nods shyly, holding and squeezing your hand in his lap. 

“I just couldn’t let you go. I wanted to keep seeing you.”

God, he was such a babe.

“Fuck Eijirou,” a grin grows on your face and you brush your lips against his, letting out a giggle. “I love you so much.”

You feel his smile grow into a proud beam against your lips. “I love you too.”

Can you do Shoto, Bakugou, Tokoyami, Tomura and Dabi learning their s/o was born with a heart condition but it doesn't stop them from fighting (eg. I was born with an irregular heartbeat so I'm stuck with it for life and I always have to let the doctors know say I was to need to be asleep for something a special doctor 100% has to be in the room to make sure I don't die even if the work is something small and simple)

S/O Born with a Heart Condition (BNHA Headcanons)

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A/N: This is my first attempt at headcanons, so they might be too small or too large (or too shitty), idk (I also haven’t watched bnha long enough to meet Dabi’s character so :/). Thank you so much for the request, and I truly hope you like it! I tried to make it as accurate as possible to what I could find online, so I hope it works for you. Enjoy!

Word count: 1494

Todoroki Shouto:

If Todoroki wasn’t attached before, he sure is now. 

This man doesn’t hesitate to cater to your every need, and always supports you when you want to do something out of your comfort zone. 

That doesn’t mean he ever leaves your side for more than 20 minutes at a time, though. 

He’s grown attached to you in a way he never thought he could, and hates to see you do something dangerous without his or a doctor’s supervision. 

If you want to work out or something, he’s hesitant at first, but allows you to do so with his constant warnings not to hurt yourself and take it easy. 

He’s always willing to cuddle and comfort you if your chest begins to hurt, and slowly spoons you while massaging your stomach. (His warm hand is a dream.)

You’re still growing used to having doctors watch you almost 24/7, and when you confess this to Todoroki, he hugs you tightly and whispers that he will only stay by your side when you feel up to it.

Of course you feel up to it. This man may have part-cold powers, but he’s still hot as hell. 

You always feel more comfortable with him in the room, and Todoroki is always glad to be around you, taking as much comfort in your presence as you do with him. 

Bakugou Katsuki: 

When Bakugou learned you had a heart condition, he wouldn’t let anyone near you, treating you like a glass doll. (He barely keeps it together when your doctors come around.)

Every time one of his friends would get a little too close, he would start to growl.

If someone bumped into you in the halls, you best believe he blows up on their ass, even if it’s one of his closest friends.

“WHAT WAS YOUR DUMBASS THINKING RUNNING INTO HER LIKE THAT?! I’M GONNA EXPLODE YOUR ASS INTO THE NEXT CENTURY!”

Ten more minutes pass of him screaming at that person, and at some point you have to poke him in the side to get his attention. After that, he goes Mama bear mode.

Yes, even Bakugou has that setting.

He grabs your shoulders with concern written all over his face. “What? Are you okay? Do you need a doctor or something? SOMEONE CALL THE NURS-”

You gotta smack him across the forehead just to get him to shut up. (It resets his brain a lil bit.)

Overall, even though his friends tease him about it, he’s still fiercely protective over you, and no one aside from him is allowed in your ten-foot radius personal bubble. 

You hated how he treated you like a baby, always grabbing your arms to stop them before he snatched the item off the top shelf for you, or any other acts that he does for you that piss you off so much.

Like a pit bull on a leash, he barked and snapped at anyone you passed on the street as his hand gripped your own tightly. 

He was your little guard dog, your furious, explosive protector, and although you often argued about how you could handle yourself, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tokoyami Fumikage:

You already know this man perches in the corner of your room at night. 

Although he trusts your doctors, he still wants to make sure you’re okay while you sleep. 

There’s a desk in the corner of your room, and he just squats down on top of it like nobody’s business, keeping a watchful eye on your every move. 

The first time he did it, it kinda freaked you out.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“You look like Batman-”

“Go to sleep.”

From then on, you let him just watch as you slept, used to having eyes on you as you do. 

Occasionally, Dark Shadow creeps out in your dim bedroom and pets your hair gently, with constant warning from Tokoyami to be careful around you. 

As your relationship grew stronger, you would find him sitting closer and closer to you every night. 

(He scared the shit out of you one day when you awoke to find him crouched on your nightstand.)

Then, one night you stirred to him cuddling you in your sleep. You asked him what he was doing once again.

“I keep watch much better from this vantage point.”

You always ran a hand through his feathers while Dark Shadow’s presence slowly curled around you, and rarely found yourself falling asleep just as easy without him after a certain point. 

Tokoyami watches you like a hawk, and always keeps you on your pills if you take them. He’s a dutiful boyfriend, who never hesitates in making you feel comfortable and loved, day or night. 

Shigaraki Tomura: 

HAND MAN, HAND MAN

Let’s be honest here. We’re talking about a villain. We all know this mf kidnapped you. 

He fell for you first, of course, and was initially confused by your constant doctor companions. He just didn’t like how close they got to be around you, when he had to stay so far away.

He overheard your condition, and by then he had loved you too much to let you suffer, so he snatched up a doctor to take care of you in the villain’s lair as well. 

After a year of patiently waiting, he finally wore you down enough to have you love him. 

By then, he didn’t even have to request you stay in his line of sight at all times. You did so willingly. 

Whenever you wanted to go outside and go shopping or whatnot, he always held your hand to do so. With your doctor near of course.

He just couldn’t risk losing you, no matter how much you whined that you would be fine. 

He’s just as hesitant to cuddle or touch you, but still craves hugs from time to time. Nighttime snuggles are a rare occurrence.

When they do happen, he’s a bit bitter they can’t lead on farther thanks to the unwanted audience in the room.

He definitely lays his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat.

“Still tickin’!”

In the end, Shigaraki embraces your condition with stride, and does everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and alive.... In his home…. And in his bed ;)

Dabi: 

When Dabi learns you have a heart condition, he becomes ten times more alert around you. 

If you stub your toe, he’s by your side in an instant, shouting about how you have to be careful.

If you bake a cake, he watches over your shoulder to make sure you don’t hurt yourself with any kitchen utensils used. You know, like a whisk.

“What if your finger gets caught and you panic and die on me?!”

Fight me on this, but blue fire boy’s attitude would flip a 180. 

Out of all these guys, he’s the one who’s gonna watch over you the most, acting like a self-taught doctor. 

You can’t do anything without his approval. 

One time he came home to you accidentally taking a nap on the couch. 

… *sigh*

Yeah. Dabi flipped his shit. 

“DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE MY SIGHT EVER AGAIN YN!”

“I was just-”

“NO!”

You’re the only love in his life, and he doesn’t know what he would do if he lost you. 

(Two words. Fire. Rampage.)

Just… be careful. Dabi is the last guy you want to piss off. Of course, he could never be truly mad at you, but you sure know how to push his buttons. 

He, um, he typed up a list of things you could do without his supervision. 

It’s two bullet points long.

1. Go to the bathroom.

2. That’s it.

Dabi can’t remember a time he was as attached to someone as he is to you, so when you throw your fits about wanting to do something on your own, he listens just about as well as a student in an online class. 

“Mhm, sure.”

He just doesn’t wanna lose you, so from now on, try to stay away from doing just about anything until he’s around to witness it. 

aSiDe FrOm gOiNg tO tHe bAtHrOoM oF cOuRsE

˚✧⁺˳༚ Bakugou x reader; platonic/best friends edition !! ˚✧⁺˳༚

my personal headcanons on what it would be like to be best friends with him (this is also inspired by us in my MHA DR, based on backstory and how i imagine it'll go!)

content tidbits: strictly platonic bond (aroace bakugou and aroace reader implied) 2-A era, following the plot but not the full on war, swearing, gender neutral reader but some possible fem leaning attributes mentioned at a point (makeup), fairly headstrong but also introverted reader, physical affection, maybe ooc bkg?, brief mention of death/injury, sliver of angst?, lots of fluff and comfort and attentive katsuki. also not rly proofread.

word count: 1.2k :p

A/N: I LOVE HIMMM :((( shifting to be his best friend is going to be so lovely. he's so angel.

how your bond started and grew !

so lets say y'all met at the start of your UA years, were seated next to each other. he was being his pissy lil 15 year old self, sitting on the table, yelling, average cunt attitude. you sat next to him, and eventually told him to stfu. naturally, that both irked and surprised him because nobody had really ever done so. but it somehow drew him in.

over the next few months, a 'tolerance', in his words, formed. but it was in fact friendship, he just didn't want to admit so (emotionally constipated ass)

he'd pick you first in sparring, knowing your strength and agility would work into his (because let's face it, at this point he still would have a complex of not wanting to be around anyone 'weak').

more time goes on, and there's a bit more opening up between the two of you. more on your side, but he tries. you see sides of each other you didn’t know were there, but it only elevates reason for your mutual admiration and respect.

moving into the dorms was a big plus for you both. you had more time to talk, hang out, and train. yes, people suspected smth more was going on, which was fucking annoying. but you both knew there was no romance in things. you just genuinely like each other's company

the actual headcanons lolol:

it took a while to get to it, but physical affection doesn’t go left out in your friendship. this is one of the main reasons people think you're together, but you both see it with the fact that intimacy doesn’t need to be more than just general feelings of closeness. yes, he complains when you use him as a human heater or pillow. but you don't miss how he buries his face into you, at last letting himself relax. he feels safe with you, and probably only you to do so. you might cuddle in your dorms after a long school day, rest on each other on the bus, hold hands when anxious. anything small or specifically by preference.

you are not of exception to is bullshit and remarks, i'd like to preface. but he does make an effort to remember any boundaries or triggers you have. your friendship holds a lot of value to him, and he would not want to cause any dents. and if he does, he waits, gives space, then it's talked out.

taking down villains is one of y'all's favourite hobbies LMAOOO. if you're his friend, you can match his energy and speed. the shit eating grins you both share when admiring your handy work (beat to shit villain) don't go unnoticed by classmates or teachers.

he teaches you to cook better! you maybe already could, but his teaching also comes from a place of care. cooking and eating good keeps you going, in his eyes at least. but you also both go out for food a lot. and don't think he hasn't forcefully built your spice tolerance.

you either bond over fandoms or get each other into them. which is dangerous if you are also a collector. maximalism fears you two. but it also helps with conversation. he was izuku's childhood bsf, TRUST the bitch knows how to ramble.

he is not only loyal, but extremely fucking observant. to the point he can read you cover to cover. whether it's your mood, a habit/stim/tic you have, what makes you laugh, what your favourite song is at the moment- he knows you in a way that signs his devotion to you and the dedication he has to your friendship.

he has a specific level of trust in you, especially after opening himself up to you in terms of who he is behind his crass and crude demeanour, and his thoughts/experiences. he wants you both to feel like you never have to fear expressing yourselves when it's only you two.

y'alls most common hang outs would be: cooking, watching shitty reality shows and mocking the people in them, movie nights, training/sparring, cooking, studying, going on walks/hikes, and concerts.

he just picks you up for some reason? off the ground?? zero explanation?? sometimes just walks around holding u like a bag????

if you ever bicker, it goes on for so. fucking. long. everyone in the class A dorms is TIRED. but you both can't help but crack grins during it, because you actually enjoy seeing how creative you can get.

DEEP !! CONVERSATIONS!!! we've seen him go to bed at 8pm in the series, but i don’t actually think he sleeps then. you've shared many times where either of u couldn’t sleep and texted each other to come over to one of your dorms, and didn't get to sleep til 3 because of your yap session. it could start as just gossiping or ranting, but then it could get to what you think comes after death or some shit 🧌 or your fears, and why they're fears to begin with. but you both soon drift off, and scramble to get ready the next day LOLL

he very begrudgingly let you do his makeup one day, and from there decided to start wearing eyeliner! he wanted to for a while (emo) but only started when seeing himself with it boosted his confidence :))

at some point, you get matching piercings and/or tattoos. he made fun of you for being nervous but almost shat himself when he got his tongue pierced. as for tattoos, i see you both getting an explosion, and also something related to your quirk as well. small but easy to spot, like a badge of pride.

he is clingy. he ain't ever gonna admit it, but he is in fact a koala at points. but it's for the reason he finally found a person who's company and presence doesn’t require him to be on guard of snap. you have a level of patience with him, and that means more than he can show or say.

speaking of showing and saying, he's often gifting you small trinkets or things related to things you like :) also making you meals when you're down, even if it's that 'shitty unhealthy crap you always want'. seeing you smile is important to him. so is knowing you're okay.

would probably freak if you got injured badly. he finally found someone who gets him, and who's his number 1 when things get hard, and the thought of you being in pain or losing you makes his stomach hurt. but if it's not severe, he'll be there to attend to you if you don't go to Recovery Girl.

you will have either a shared agency or agencies close in location/affiliation when you become pro's. no matter rankings or ratings, you will cheer each other on and offer support whenever you can. not even climbing to the top will separate you from each other. also if it's your choices, you go on a LOT of missions together.

he genuinely loves you sm it's so sweet :( <333 he won’t say it often, but showing it though quality time, a gift, or acts of service, is a common occurrence. it's a mutual love language to look out for each other and always be there for each other if it's accessible. you're his platonic soulmate, even though he'd rather drink piss than say so. he might not want to spend his life with someone tied down, but you're a placement he's willing to maintain.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI — outfits

sitting pretty in katsuki’s car waiting for him to get back from stopping a villain he noticed while driving. he’s only slightly out of breath when he comes into view, running a hand through his ruffled blond hair. ‘idiot,’ he mutters under his breath, settling himself in the drivers seat before leaning over to kiss you on the forehead, ‘the next one to try to ruin our evening is really going to regret it’

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Morning kisses and raspy voices with Bakugou Katsuki ( x reader fluff)

> posting some soft bakugou for the dash <3 my coffee was so sweet this morning and I was in desperate need of comfort after watching banana fish :(

No warnings! Gender-neutral Reader! tons of fluff :)

Stretching its warm rays, the sunlight tickles your skin, brushing you awake gently. It’s a rare moment of peace, one usually stripped away by a loud ringing alarm clock. Tranquility and warmth wash over your sleepy form, you nuzzle closer to the big chest next to you. A tender and heavy hand finds its way to the back of your head, gliding down to caress your upper back. The steady rise and fall of his broad chest, skin soft against your cheek, keeping you blissfully half asleep. Until the blonde under you yawns loudly, body shaking slightly as he stretches one big arm over his head. You giggle softly as he groans deeply, tiredly and clearly having needed that stretch. He sighs again, and you can feel his tense muscles relax again under you. His toned torso feeling softer than before, you smile against his chest as he pulls you closer to him again. Your fingers trail their way up his stomach, earning you a slight chuckle as you move them upwards, one hand tracing patterns on his chest now. Peacefully and sleepily, you flutter open your eyes, slowly shifting your head upwards to look at your tired lover.

Sunday morning was always your favorite, that one day of the week no one would wake him but you. No alarm clock, no distress call. You knew how much he needed his sleep, and now, finally fully rested, he was smiling happily back down at you. Drowsy, and slurring his words, his morning voice rings in your ears- “G’d mornin’ darlin’~” he grins softly, his features colored by honey sunlight. “Hmm~ morning 'Tsuki-” you nuzzle back into his chest, smiling to yourself as you blush. The warmth spreading across your cheeks catches his attention, he raises his voice again, knowing he was the cause of it. His voice more raspy than usual, and his tone tempting, “no need to be shy and hide away~”. Sending shivers down your spine, you blush as you look into his red eyes. The crimson hues amplified by the morning sun in his face. He presses a lazy kiss onto your lips, lingering for a bit longer before he gives you a head pat, signaling you to lay back down again.

With fresh kissed lips and a fluttering in your stomach, you rest your head on his chest again. No matter how much you wake up next to him, he always finds a way to take your breath away. It was impossible not to fall in love with him all over again, with every smile or glance your way he sends your heart racing. Even half-asleep, his touch is comforting and tender, and you can feel the raw affection in his gaze. His sun-kissed features comforting and inviting, you lean back up to kiss him again.

Giggling, the two of you roll around in your sheets lazily, pressing more and more kisses to each other's lips as the sun continues to rise high into the sky. Lost in your moment, you quickly forget about the rest of the world in the arms of your lover. Safe and at peace, the air filled with love and affection. The kind of unconditional and unwavering love you’ve been looking for in all the wrong places before you met him, the kind that makes your soul smile.

one of the most frustrating things about you not being his yet is that katsuki doesn’t have the right to tell others to back off. so he does it in other, more discreet ways. his eyes practically burning into the casual hand placed upon your shoulder, or the accidental shove that sends the guy who was standing too close to you flying. he never thought he’d be the jealous type, but there’s just something about you that has him rethinking everything in his life up until the moment his eyes had met yours for the first time. he knows he has to do something about this soon, either confess or forget. but if there’s one thing he’s still certain of it’s that bakugou katsuki never turns away from what he wants, and that just happens to be you. so he’ll prove it to you, that he can make you feel the same butterflies you make him feel.

Bakugo enemies to lovers headcanons? (Its me again hahshahs u were the only kind person who answered my request tysm 💖 sorry if i bothered u tm, hope ur safe and well)

Aw!! @mirukoshusband Request as much as you like! I enjoy doing them, and you are no bother! Here are your headcanons! Love you💖💖

Bakugou Enemies to Lovers Headcanons

Bakugou will try and fucking murder you at first.

Y/n is just chillin.

Being calm

And then comes Bakugou.

*walks out of room*

“YOU FUCKING EXTRA! GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME”

He will literally chase you until you spar with him.

Will never admit it, but he admires your strength and dedication.

And that’s the real reason he wants to fight you.

At some point-

Idefk when-

You became a part of the BakuSquad.

Like,

Lunch privileges and everything.

And at lunch the craziest thing happens.

You and Katsuki exchange lunches to see who has the spiciest foods.

And then you trade back and argue about whose was spicier.🥺💖

Eventually Bakugou makes you go to the gym with him and ‘shitty hair’

Where you prove you are just as strong as him and Kiri.

Making his interest peak.

“Hey, cunt.”

“What do you want bitch?”

“You’re coming to the mall with me tomorrow.”

“Says who bitch?”

“Says me cunt.”

That’s how he asked you out 😚🥰

It was about a month in when you realized he thought you were dating.

Because he tried to kiss you.

Idk why you didn’t suspect anything with how he held your hand and shit.

“Cunt, give me your hand back.”

“Why tho.”

“Because you’re my girlfriend.”

“Wait wut- SINCE WHEN”

“Since the gym with shitty hair last month you idiot.”

“Tf? The mall was our first date?”

“Yeah, cunt.”

“Fine, bitch.”

(It took 1 year for him to actually call you your name and another year to call you babe.)

“Hey, Y/n-“

“What did you just call me?”

“Y/n? That is your fucking name isn’t it?”

“Yeah but you usually call me-“

“Cunt. But shitty hair said to start treating you better before you leave my ass”

“Good idea. See you after class Katsuki.”

Hope you enjoyed <3