BAKUGOU X QUIRKLESS READER HEADCANONS

KATSUKI NATION HOW R WE ‼️🗣

scenario for when Katsuki...

mha m.list | gn!reader | [fluff]

first time he looked at you he didn't care, you're just some other extra getting in the way of his pathway to success on being a hero. second time he really looked at you he made up in his mind yup he's whipped for you third glance he's gonna make a move and do something about whatever the hell is what his heart is feeling everytime you're around him. now he just stares at you lovingly absolutely with a proud smile and doe eyes just admiring an absolute masterpiece that is you. thinking bout how katsuki rests his chin on his palm and watches you never leaving his eyes off of you. longing loving stares from his eyes as you go about your day not to mention times when you're so into whatever it is you're doing he loves it when you just call him out about him staring and he just continues staring at you with a smug grin plastered on his face

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

They’re ✨communicating✨

please Katsuki will not hesitate to throw hands with the guy who played you. he was ready to square up the second you called him in tears, crying over how the guy had a girlfriend and had been stringing you along for months (he didn’t because you needed him more so he stayed and held you as you cried. wiping your tears and rubbing your back and trying to hard to stop you from hyperventilating)

but when he sees the asshole across campus, Katsuki sees red. Crossing the quad in a few seconds, Bakugou has the cheater on the floor with a single hit. The guy is confused, nose already bleeding but ready to fight back until he looks up and see Bakugou looming over him.

“you’re lucky she’s okay otherwise i would have killed you” Katsuki seethes, leaning down to the asshole’s level. “if i ever see you talking to another girl again, i’ll find you and end you, do you understand?”

When the guy doesn’t respond, Katsuki grips his collar, pulling him up from the concrete. “do you understand, you pathetic piece of shit?”

the guy nods, nose streaming red and eyes watering in fear. Katsuki doesn’t respond, deeming him not worthy of words before shoving him back to the floor.

Word of the assholes antics spread around campus pretty quickly after Katsuki’s little altercation saving you and future girls from anymore heartache caused by that creep.

Stranger Things S4 + Text Posts ♡

Katsuki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: Thank you anon for the request, I hope it turned out the way you wanted! enjoy <3

Warnings: Angst to fluff, low self esteem, shy!reader, Mineta exists,fight during training (please let me know if I missed anything)

Word count: ~ 2500

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Bakugou Katsuki - Look at Me

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He could feel it, the way his heart flutters, watching you heaving as you had your foot on Denki’s back with a tight hold on his arm. You’d completely immobilized him, rendering you the winner. It was your first combat training together, everyone was excited and energetic. You, however, were more nervous than anything. So when you had won in such a short amount of time, it surprised everyone. You felt your cheeks almost sizzle as heat rises in them, with everyone’s eyes on you, you thought you’d shrink to the size of an ant. You scurry off of Denki who looks at you with a wide smile, a little bit of dirt on his cheek.

“Wow Y/N! You took me by surprise there, you were amazing!” He sits up, the rest of the class coming to shower you with praise as well.

“Oh- well…I-“ You wave your hands in dismissal at the constant glory given to you, you felt like you’d pass out if you heard any more. As you’re backing away from your persisten classmates, not paying attention to what’s behind you, you felt yourself collide with something. Slowly turning to see, you’re met with Bakugou’s chest. Your whole body tenses and your head lifts to meet with his prideful gaze.

“Fight me.” He says with a self-assured smirk and dark, looming eyes. You jump and squeak, running behind Mr. Aizawa for protection. You felt like your heart was stuck in your throat as you hold onto your teacher for dear life. You knew how strong Bakugou was but the reason for your running wasn’t his menacing stare, but the way your brain kept repeating the same phase as you stood against his sturdy chest.

‘So cute!!’

The feeling of being so close to him, it was simply overwhelming! Your body had to get away before you melted before him.

“Bakugou! You’re scaring her!” Mina shouts angrily at the blonde boy, swinging her fist up and down in frustration at his aggressiveness.

“SHUT UP EXTRA!” He retaliates, stepping closer to his teacher which you’re hiding behind.

“Your training buddies have already been decided, Bakugou. Now let’s move on with the training!”

“Yes, sir!” The class shouts in unison at Aizawa’s demand. Dispersing to their places with their sparing buddies, Katsuki turns around with a “tch”. He couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid feeling in his chest, the one he felt watching you fight with your all. It was almost like when he watched All Might fight when he was younger, he’d feel such a pump of adrenaline from how awesome All Might was, but this was somehow different. He didn’t like it.

After your first interaction, the two of you generally kept a distance but you’d often find your eyes meeting, like both of you were always watching each other. You’d completely deny any time Mina or Jirou pointed out your constant stare, saying you just admired his power. They’d always give you a teasing look and giggle at your tinted face.

You had always been shy, ever since you were a kid. People have tried to help you overcome it but every time you were in front of unblinking eyes, words seemed to escape you. You would always strive to be better, but any progress was scarce and only noticed by yourself. Because of your shy personality, people felt the need to protect you, do things for you and make sure you’re okay. They always treated you like you inferior or weak, you even started to be believe that you were.

When you told people of your dream of being a hero they’d often discourage you, saying that heroes need to be brave and fearless, even your own parents tried convincing you to find another career path. It became another reason for you to fight for your dream even more, you want to prove to people, to yourself, that you don’t need protection. That you too, can save others.

So you trained, and trained and polished your quirks abilities, compensating your weaknesses. You did everything to be strong, but you still felt your brain go blank whenever someone spoke to you. All your training, meant nothing to those around you, they still thought you were weak. But when you got into UA, you felt hope fill your heart once more, they had recognized your strength, and you’d continue to show them that you were worth more than anyone bargained for.

When you first saw Bakugou, it was at the entrance exam. He had this fire in his eyes, his body never staggered, his voice never shook and his gaze never wavered. Your eyes met for a split second as he jumped over your head and exploded the robot villain you were going for. You felt your heart beat echoing through you, simply watching his unshakable movements made bravery surge through your body and for that split second his eyes met yours, you felt fearless.

To say you were relieved to see him in the classroom on the first day of school, is an understatement. While everyone coward in fear of him, you looked up to his careless attitude, he didn’t care about what others thought and you wish you were the same. The only reason for keeping your distance was to keep your heart from beating a hole in your chest and jumping out. You quickly understood you had feelings from him, but who are you to love him? You’re nowhere near as strong or brave, not to mention the other gorgeous people in class, they were all incredible but you…you were just you. To please yourself while not disturbing him, you watched him from afar and admired him from the sidelines, that was enough. You convinced yourself of that.

All the wonderful people in your class were so kind and understanding, so you made friends pretty quickly. You hung out with everyone, expect for Todoroki and Bakugou, though you would often speak with Midoriya. He’s also a bit shy, so the two of you had that in common and understood one another in that aspect. Bakugou noticed that. He noticed how the two of you grew close but he couldn’t care less.

It was at the sports festival, where you gave your all and showed the world that you were capable of being a hero, it was then he truly noticed you. After your first training session, he knew you were pretty powerful but the strength and diligence you presented during your 1-on-1 battle, it blew him away. His eyes widened as he watched you, grabbing his shirt and clutching the fabric tightly he tsked at the familiar feeling arising in his chest, it was there again. The dumb flutter of his heart, how annoying.

“Bakugou, is there anyone you like?” Denki asked teasingly. The boys of class 1a had gotten together for the sake of studying but it ended up becoming more of a chatter fest than anything.

“Tch, don’t be so stupid, dunce face.” He turned his head to look out the window of the common room of the dorms, your face creeping into the back of his mind.

“I’ve noticed you tend to watch Y/N quite a lot.” Kirishima adds, making some of the boys let out a long “ooooh”.

“She’s super pretty~!” Denki says in a dreamy way, thinking back on when you’d overpowered him during training.

“Yeah and she-“ before Mineta could utter another word, his face was engulfed by Bakugou’s hand, a small explosion going off and knocking the manlet to the ground.

“YOU DO LIKE HER!” Sero and Denki shout in unison making Bakugou’s face heat up with an unfamiliar stir in his stomach.

“I’LL KILL YOU!” He jumps at the two boys who only laugh harder. The only thing that spared their lives was Iida pulling Bakugou off of them.

After they’d all gone to bed, Katsuki couldn’t help but think about it. Had he gone and fallen for you? He covers his eyes with his forearm, sighing heavily at the fluttering in his chest. Whenever he’d lock eyes with you, you’d jump and turn away. Whenever he was close to you, you would practically run the opposite direction. Was he that scary? Did you hate him? His mind kept him up for hours, mercilessly berating him.

The next day he had dark circles under his eyes, not having gotten enough sleep because of you. He felt so sluggish and could barely focus, but when he heard he’d been paired up with you to spar, he suddenly felt a pulse of energy wash over him. Though he couldn’t tell if it was out of confidence or nervousness. Turning to get a glimpse of you, he found you already staring at him and like always, you quickly look away with a panicked look. Why?

You could look at Deku just fine, you always spoke to him, always laughing with that nerd so why not him? He felt his heart squeeze in a way that was rare for him, a painful ache that spread throughout his body.

You gulp, standing a few feet away from Katsuki whose palm already flare up with tiny explosions. Your brain focusing on how cool you think he is, but your eyes only manage to stare at his feet, not having the nerve to look him in his breathtaking eyes.

“Start!” Aizawa shouts. Bakugou wastes no time and runs right at you, jumping in the air as he winds his arm back and launching it forward with a powerful explosion erupting from his hand. You quickly dodge and counterattack with an elbow to his back, his eyes widen as he watches your movements. You had yet to look at him. Before you could activate your own quirk, he’s already charging at you again and your barely able to react but you manage to dodge him by jumping in the air and launching yourself off his back to get some distance.

“Damn it!” He shouts, hunched forwards as he stares at his hands, you watch him in shock as he trembles.

“Why won’t you look at me?!” Your shock having distracted you he’s able to land a blow, sending you flying back. Aizawa declares his victory but your mind only replays what he’d said. You struggle a bit as you stumble to your feet, Midoriya running to your side to make sure you’re okay. You give him a weak smile as he helps you get to recovery girl. The sight makes Katuki clench his fists and furrow his already tense eyebrows.

“Whatever…” He mumbles as he sits on the ground, thoughtlessly watching the rest of the class battle.

“They’re both oblivious!” Mina shouts in frustration, sitting on Kirishima’s bed as he’d gathered her, Denki, Jirou and Sero to talk about you and Bakugou. Sero gives a long sigh and closes his eyes while leaning on a wall.

“It’s true, they’re impossible to convince.” He agreed with Mina.

“Then we’ll just have to make them talk it out!” Everyone turns to look at Denki who seemed to have a plan in mind. Bakugou sighs as he makes his way to the front of Heights Alliance, looking at the text Eijiro had sent him.

‘Hey, meet me outside, I need to tell you something.’

He lets out an annoyed “tsk” as he puts his phone back in his pocket, mumbling to himself about how ‘this better be important’

But when he makes it outside, he doesn’t see Kirishima anywhere. Instead he sees the silhouette of your back under the dimly lit night sky. You’re looking up at the stars, like an idiot. Looking to the stars like they’re the most wondrous things to ever exists. You were always like that, seeing such rich beauty in small every day things, you always had something to smile about. But you never smiled at him. Bakugou’s pulled from his thoughts as he hears the entrance door lock, he shouts out an angry “OI!” As he runs to the door, banging on it, yelling at them to open it. The commotion startled you, making you turn around to see Katsuki recklessly banging and pulling on the door. You’d been tricked, hadn’t you? You knew it was odd for Mina to text you instead of barging into your room like she usually would. A panicked expression twits your features as a blush creeps onto your face, you’re alone with him now.

“B-Bakugou…” You say in a small voice, almost a whisper as you walk closer to him.

“WHAT?!” He screams at you, but your blush only grows as he looks at you.

“If you..shout like that, Mr. A-Aizawa will wake up…” Your gaze once more glued to the ground as you shyly stutter your statement.

“I-I think they’ll open up if we talk…”

“About what?!” You shrug your shoulders slightly. You knew what, but your words were stuck in your throat and you couldn’t cough them up. Not with the way he intently watches you, his eyes practically burning holes into you. The words he’d yelled during training returned to you, he’d completely misunderstood your attitude and you knew you had to do something about it.

“I’m sorry!” You say suddenly, nails digging into your palms as your hands formed tights fists. Your eyes stay lowered and your lips quivered, the beating of your heart ringing in your ears. Katsuki’s expression softens slightly, looking at you as you struggle to speak your mind, he lets go of the doors handle.

“I…I think you’re really cool…” You gulp, looking to the side as you lift your head a bit.

“And my heart…it gets excited when you’re close.” Your hand creeps to your chest, feeling your heart beating the way it does when you’re around him. Though it aches in the moment, knowing what is to come.

“I run…because I know, I’m not worthy of your attention-“ A lump in your throat begins to form, making it harder to breathe. “B-but…I like you!” You quiver as you fight the tears threatening to fall, your head hanging low again, not having the courage to look at him. Knowing how your heart will beg for his. As you sniffle, you feel a hand grabbing the sides of your face, making you look up. Within a second, your lips are met with his, in a rough and inexperienced kiss. You feel the tears forcing through and falling freely down your burning cheeks.

“You should look at me if you’re gonna confess like that, idiot.” He lets go of your face and shoves his hands in his pockets, looking away as the blush on your cheeks had spread to his. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes and his heart does that stupid thing again, because you were finally smiling at him.

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A/N: I think this turned out really cute and I hope you think so too, thank you for reading! Requests are still open <3

i’m kinda thinking about the last one a loT… i’m guessing this is about 700-1k words ? cw: last one includes making out :) otherwise bakugou wildly in love

“I MUST REALLY LOVE YOU” is one of your favourite things to hear your boyfriend say. usually because it meant you were getting what you want one way or another like the spoiled princess you are. his words, not yours. but it wasn’t your fault he always caved in and then gratified you with whatever you wanted and an indirect love confession after.

it’s always said in a grumble with a huff tacked on like you’re asking him to move the earth for you. which honestly is something he would attempt if you asked. but this time you’re laying beside him in bed, head propped up with your hand and your leg thrown over his body. it’s his off day today and he’d much rather say in the warmth in his bed with you.

“do you mind getting us breakfast baby?” and one thing about your boyfriend is that your maximum asks for something is usually once, twice only if he didn’t hear you the first time.

so he blinks a couple times trying to adjust to the possibility of getting out of bed right now, then he gives an over dramatic loud puff and says it. “i must really love you.”

but you know there’s no honest malice or annoyance in his tone as he rubs the back of your thigh and squeezes before he carefully pushes you off to climb out of bed.

when you say a soft sleepy , “love you!!” to your boyfriend, half asleep bouncing on one leg to pull on his joggers. he follows with a playful “yeah yeah,” bending down to kiss your forehead.

another time is when you’re both invited to kirishima’s christmas party. the red and green invite with bold text at the bottom practically screaming ‘COME IN AN UGLY CHRISTMAS JUMPER OR YOURE NOT ALLOWED IN’.

the threat doesn’t shake your boyfriend, he doesn’t care if he turns up or not. “yeah that shit’s not me.” he says to kirishima on the phone and you’re rolling your eyes at his dramatics. it’s just a jumper and nobody’s gonna be paying attention after glasses of mulled wine and eggnog but alas katsuki’s not into it.

so next time you see him, you’re waving a bag in front of his face. “i got you something, gorgeous. for kiri’s party!” and immediately a frown is on his face, he feels like he can already see the future; him giving in to wear an ugly ass jumper. how the mighty have fallen.

you pull a thick fluffy jumper out your bag made from the itchiest wool he’s laid eyes on, complete with built in flashing lights and a lopsided santa. it’s the ugliest thing he’s ever seen. but you’re smiling at him so prettily with a little tilt of your head.

“try it on for me!! please!!” and you never have to ask twice. he just yanks it out your hand and pulls off his current hoodie.

“i must really love you,” he hopelessly sighs but when his head pops out the hole of the jumper, you’re holding another one infront of your body.

“we’re gonna be matching!! so cute!!” and suddenly bakugou doesn’t care anymore that he’s wearing the ugliest jumper known to mankind…. because you’ll be wearing one with him.

and the next time is when you think you need to convince him. kissing a trail up his neck, nibbling his earlobe and resting a palm flat on his chest. you have him like dough in your hands; he’s stretching out his neck so you have more space to kiss and you can feel his appreciative purrs rumble through his abdomen. you’re pressing your cute little “please katsu”’s into his skin and the only reason why he hasn’t said yes yet is because he can’t. his brain is scrambled from your touch and he feels like he’s bonelessly melting into your sofa.

he only sparks awake when you brush your fingers over his nipple, his eyes fluttering open with a loud moan. “is that a yes baby?” you grin, a grin that would have been taken a little deliriously if bakugou wasn’t so in love. “yeah… yeah you can princess.” he replies breathlessly and he doesn’t even know what for.

but when he’s walking up to your apartment the next day, a shiny brand new car is sitting right in front of your building. it’s nothing like the other tiny dusty decade old cars around so he knows it’s probably from his bank account. especially if the number plates anything to go by.

KTSGRL

“fuck. i must really love you.” he mumbles to himself, massive palm rubbing his chin as a deep chuckle shakes from his throat.

IZUKU MIDORYIA HEADCANONS!

HE'S SO <3

Blushes a LOT

A lot of freckles

HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY

A literal menace. Like that boy is evil.

He/him/they, panromantic, cis male, questions a lot tho

GAMER

He overworks himself a lot, so remind him to take breaks

CHAOTIC MF

He learnt not to take Bakugou’s BS so he purposefully teases him when he’s bored LMAO

Smells like a very soft vanilla HARD MITSKI STAN

Prefers nicknames, like zuku or izu

5’9

GIVES THE BEST ADVICE

Him and Bakugou are more like brothers than anything else

MOMMY’S BOY BUT ITS SO FUCKIN SWEET

Has a pet ferret called Eli

He’s actually really close with Mirio, as he sees him as an older brother

OBSESSED WITH MARVEL.

he treats Eri like his little sister 🙁

If you break or misplace his All Might merch; he will hunt you down like a ninja

Imagine Dragons stan

Disney obsessed hoe

HE LOVES ENCANTO SM (his fave movie)

Therapist friend but genuinely needs it the most

Tsu got him into crystals and he’s kinda hyper fixated on them now

Favourite song is Principal by Melanie Martinez

Favourite tv show is The good Doctor

telling your boyfriend “i just paid $200 for air in the tires— is that normal??”

ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

deku : hi! i’m pro hero deku sitting down with herofeed celeb, and today we are reading—oh god. thirst tweets?

[muffled background laughter.]

deku : oh—well, okay. i’m sure they won’t be as bad as kacchan’s fans…. [staged whisper] have you seen them!? they’re insane!

[deku grins wearily, causing the staff to titter around with laughter once more.]

deku : alright, let’s get started.

[he rummages around in a fishbowl filled with small slips of folded paper, brows furrowed in anticipation as unfolds the first piece. the hero pauses momentarily and glances up at the camera in slight disbelief, before a faint huff of surprised laughter leaves his lips.]

staff member : deku, sir, you have to read the tweet out loud.

deku : right! my apologies, it’s just, um. wow.

[he glances at the camera once again, exhaling softly before beginning to read.]

deku : ‘did you see deku’s latest fight this week? obviously i wouldn’t do it, but i have half the mind to start some henious shit if it means getting stepped on like that. so hot.’ i only stepped on them because i couldn’t get the cuffs on right and they kept wiggling! it wasn’t like that!

[deku buries his head in his hands and makes an embarrassed sound, and a staff member sympathetically offers a pat to his shoulder before disappearing off the set.]

deku : uh—great start, wasn’t it? next one from… oooh, we have a name this time. [he smiles at the camera.] hi justine! this tweet reads… ‘just put me and @dekuofficial’s faces in a baby generator and i have to say our kids faces look so cute. so me and my ovaries are ready whenever you are my good sir. end tweet.’

[deku gently folds the piece of paper and puts it to the side, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he struggles not to laugh.]

staff member : what are your thoughts on kids?

deku : oh no, kids are great. would love to have my own some day…. just not right now, i think. way too busy for them. [he looks back at the camera with an apologetic smile.] sorry justine. i’m sure our kids look great! next!

[rummaging around, the next tweet seems to distress him a little, red ringing on the apples of his cheeks and highlighting his freckles. he sends a halfhearted glare to the staff first, and then the camera, leaning back into his chair before drumming his fingers against the surface of the table.]

deku : i’ll never forgive the person who picked this tweet out…. and i’ll never forgive my pr team for making me do the reason why. [background laughter.] the fact that i know exactly what this tweet is based on is so cruel. so cruel!

staff member : would you be so kind as to read the tweet aloud ?

[deku deadpans a faux glare in direction, causing them all to laugh.]

deku : ‘deku’s burlesque photoshoot for creati’s fashion line is absolutely absurd. no one should look that good in a pink fucking thong. all my eggs are infertile now. can he just break up with me so i can move on’.

[deku groans, accidentally crumpling the piece of paper in his hands.]

deku : i owed her a favor! and creati wasn’t the one dressed me up. pinky was. i’ve never seen anyone so gleefully happy and i swear to you, i almost got on my knees and asked for forgiveness for any wrongdoings i may have committed.

[more laughter from behind the camera.]

staff member : you can pick one more, and then we’ll let you go. there’s one stuck to the bottom with tape.

deku : oh?

[turning the bowl over, a few more slips tumble out before he sees the tweet in mention, eyeing it suspiciously before prying it out of the bowl. he then opens it up, and muffles a mortified sound of surprise, flushing red down all the way to his chest.]

deku : you—you want me to read this??

staff member : if you would, please. staff’ll bleep it out later. :)

deku : well… okay. [he clears his throat, looking stunned.] ‘i want pro hero deku to shove his tongue down my throat and [bleep] his [bleeeeeeeep].’ oh my god. ‘i need to bounce on that 7.45 uncut [bleeeeeep] [bleeep] with the force of a thousand suns, lathered in oil and [bleep]. he’ll blow my back out til’ morning comes and he’ll do it again until he’s sure he’s [bleep] the [bleep] inside my [bleeeeeeeeeeeep].’

[staff bursts into laughter as deku sits there in disbelief of what he’d just seen and read.]

deku : who is writing these things?? i—i mean do i even feel flattered? a little bit. but that’s not important—! i need to wash my mouth and pray my mother never sees this.

[after a while of calming the staff down, deku smiles wearily and sends the camera a knowing look.]

deku : thanks for, uh. sharing your tweets! thank you to herofeed for having me, and stay safe! and remember heroes can see the things you’re writing!!