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Denki: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Bakugo: It’s not water.

Denki: Vodka! I like your sty-

Bakugo: It’s vinegar.

Denki: …What?

Bakugo: It's vinegar, coward.

BAKUGOU X QUIRKLESS READER HEADCANONS

Characters- Bakugou and quirkless reader

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He hated you as much as he did Deku at first and treated you the same way.

He would mock and constantly brag about how much better he is then you, even go as far as showing off his quirk in front of you.

But despite all of this harshness, the angry Pomeranian harbored secret feelings for you.

He refused to say anything to you out of fear of looking weak and secretly out of fear you would reject him.

Those feelings came out though when he was walking through the halls to get to his classroom and saw two guys poking fun of you for quirkless.

He felt his blood boil, he stomped over to the guys and grabbed them by the collars of their shirts, “Got a problem you bastards!” The scowl on his face was enough to scare them shitless and they both furiously shook their heads, bakugou dropped them and they both ran in the opposite direction. You give him a shocked face not expecting him of all people to help you out like that “t-thanks bakugou” He just rolled his eyes “Tch”

But despite his usual angry and grumpy attitude you can’t help but quickly notice the slight blush that had spread across his cheeks. He looks up at you with a scowl on his face “Listen you damn dumbass, if anyone makes fun of you like that again, I want to know about it so I can take care of them personally, YOU HEAR ME!”

You looked at him shocked by both his words and sudden outburst. “But I thought you hated me as well..because I don’t have a quirk” simply saying the words made you feel helpless and hopeless not a nice combination in the slightest. He looked at you with a guilty expression plastered across his face. “L-look dumbass, I-I..I’m sorry”

You hadn’t properly heard what he has said because his volume was unusually low something it usually wasn’t, you look at him with a confused express for a few seconds, “sorry I didn’t quite catch that” If possible the usual scowl on his face became more prominent “I SAID I’M SORRY DIPSHIT”

You looked at him with an surprised expression, you honestly weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not, so you blinked your eyes a few times to make sure, “it’s ok bakugou really it’s fine, you are right anyway about the things you say so it’s- he harshly grabbed you by your shoulders, and gave you a stern look “No I’m not, I’m not right about anything I said about you and I’m sorry, you’re amazing Y/n, with or without a quirk, you’re smart, beautiful and talented, I love you ALRIGHT!” you were in complete shock from what he was saying to you “..I love you Y/n” he whispered out, his grip on your shoulders loosened a bit, he couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eyes so he kept his eyes on the ground, fear and nervousness taking a hold of him after just realizing what he said.

“I love you too”

His head snapped up to look at your face, not really believing you for a second, he smirked at you after a few seconds, “HAH, I knew you would” but you both knew that wasn’t the case, you just grin at him and let him have this one, you quickly lean up and kiss his cheek, you turn around and start heading to your class, you give him a quick wave goodbye before you move out of his line of sight.

He stands there for a few seconds a flabbergasted and blushing mess before regaining composure over himself and walks to his class with a prideful smirk on his face,

“Idiot”

One things for sure no one is messing with you ever again.

He’ll always have your back.

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A/N: this is my very first writing piece ever :0

I hope you guys like it’s not as good as most but I’m proud of it regardless, any writing tips will be very welcome. <3

I put all their profiles on one canvas and tried to make their heights work

look at those nerds

bakugo’s first real crush.

when he’s getting these weird feelings and intrusive thoughts about you, and he gets embarrassed when you’re around. what did you even do to make his stomach tighten and his face go red?

bakugo is a man who had zero interest in romance (at least, publicly) so he’s thrown for a loop if it effects him on the field. what’s he supposed to do? can he ignore it? suddenly a relationship doesn’t sound so stupid.

he challenges himself more so you’re impressed, or he’ll joke around with you so you can talk to him a little longer. “joke”…. he’s joked around before, you didn’t know?? bakugo would tell you just that with a pout if you take him too seriously.

bakugo would start thinking he doesn’t have a chance because you probably think he’s a dickhead or sometimes he’s too mean, so he’ll mimic kirishima or deku, and try to compliment you but it’s awkward. “i like your pants.” “uh.. thanks?” “yeah.”

people don’t think he would think twice about being romantically involved, but here he is wondering if it’s worth a shot.

KATSUKI NATION HOW R WE ‼️🗣

the first time she called him dad

bonus:

i say something loving - bakugo x reader 

wc: 5621

sum: you know all that love stuff makes bakugo sick… too bad all your dates keep being ruined by it. 

a/n: born of a poll i did last summer, when someone suggested i write something about how bakugo would propose… and then when i thought about it, couldn’t decide how. i still can’t believe it took me so long to finish… so i’m happy that i’m finally able to give it to the world (and to that person, wherever they may be).

also, literally thank you so, SO much to my beta readers @pluviophile-imagines + @phen0l​ … i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am for them!!! truly lifesavers and so thoughtful and kind and SOOOOOOO TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!! they deserve all the love <333 

warning: SFW, angst with a happy ending, bakugo literally just refuses to talk about his feelings, miscommunications, genderneutral except use of petnames like “babe,” + “baby…” + ask to tag! 

(read on ao3 here - coming soon!) 

enjoy!

Smoke floods the screen; big billows of charcoal gray and black smothering the world with ash. Sky in the background, the sun hangs in a defeated glaze, overpowered with a blooming darkness that swirls in tandem with the clouds. 

From the haze, a torn costume makes itself known; orange and green uniting in the form of steel cut shoulders and wide sprawling Xs. A single, large gauntlet adorning a wrist that’s attached to an equally as intimidating bicep, the other fist clenched tightly in the loops of a belt…

Bakugo appears…

… and the camera that is recording almost shakes in excitement. 

He is power, he is force… all wrapped up as one single man: imposing, daunting, and strong. Someone the world relies on, and someone who is meant to be great. 

“Dynamight!” an interviewer yells, animatedly, bubbly, running into the frame from somewhere off screen. The man has a wide, toothy smile that bounces between the camera and Bakugo’s face, and he catches up with a noticeable puff of air. “So glad I caught you, spare a minute for a couple questions?”

Bakugo grunts, the camera zooming in on him wiping soot off his sweat-streaked face. He nods, one single strike of his chin downward, but nonetheless continues to make his way through the rubble that takes up the rest of the crime-scene-turned-battleground. The interviewer, still beaming, jogs alongside him without breaking a sweat. 

“What an amazing battle, sir!” His voice is cheery and unbothered, stiff with a practiced perfection that only a trained TV anchor would have. 

Bakugo grunts again. 

“What is this?” he says. “Your 79th consecutive win this year?” 

“80th.” 

The interviewer ignores the mistake. 

“We need to celebrate! What sounds good to ol’ Murder God Dynamight?”

“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight,” Bakugo corrects once more. The words also go unnoticed with a spritely blink and uncanny smile. 

“And to think, this venue was for weddings, too…” 

There’s a pregnant pause, Bakugo’s booted foot halting in the air, his once neutral-if-not-undetectably-peeved expression now falling stiff with eyebrows twitching. 

“Say, we all know you have a special someone back at home,” the interviewer declares, eyes lighting up as his grin visibly grows. “You have for quite a while now. Any plans on tying the knot soon?” 

The interview lasts less than a minute total. A new record for Katsuki Bakugo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How You Deserve To Be Treated | Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader

A/N: Hi again! Here is my second piece of writing! I’m actually really happy with how this one turned out, and I feel like my writing is already improving since my first fic. I hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader, friends to lovers

Notice: All characters are over the age of 18

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral(female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex(no condom but reader is on birth control so do with that what you will), praise, creampie, reader is a bit insecure, lowkey exhibitionism, non descript cheating boyfriend(fill in w/ any asshole you want)

Word Count: 6,475

Summary: After finding your boyfriend cheating on you and with nowhere else to go, you and Bakugo find yourselves alone together for the first time since you’ve known each other.

You should have seen this coming. 

You found yourself replaying all the red flags that you brushed off, the advice from friends that you countered with “but you don’t know him like I do,” the nights when you felt so alone even though you were sleeping next to him. 

You really should have seen this coming. 

Walking into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and seeing his tongue shoved down some girl’s throat was not how you had planned or wanted your night to go. 

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