Dating Katsuki Bakugo Includes:

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.

maybe one where the reader comforts him after he has a nightmare ?

sometimes, katsuki had nightmares.

they weren't entirely obvious at first. there were days where you noticed he had bags under his eyes, but he always gruffly brushed them off as being a result of pro-hero work. the lingering sense of unease and way he startled easily in the mornings were also something you were wary of, but he told you he was just tired from his patrols. you were concerned, but there wasn't really anything you could do about it if it was related to hero work. and you trusted him to tell you if it ever became too much for him.

but he never did, and you soon realized he'd been lying to you.

one night, when you were both tucked comfortably in your shared bed, you woke up for no reason whatsoever. you were curled on your side, facing the dark wall, wondering why you had blinked yourself awake. you could feel the warmth of katsuki's body besides you, hear the way he steadily breathed in and out, in and out. it was comforting, listening to him, and you eventually found yourself drifting back off into your dreams.

that is, until katsuki jerked abruptly in his sleep.

your eyes snapped open, his body jostling yours as his arm twitched by his side. you blinked blearily and turned your head around to peer at him, wondering if he was awake or not. what you saw made you sit up slightly, shifting around so you could hover gently over his face.

his eyebrows were scrunched up, angled towards his hairline. his lips were tugged downwards in a frown, trembling almost minutely in a way that made your chest hurt. the angles of his cheeks glistened in the dewy lighting of the moon. your breathing nearly stopped as you watched his expression, the way his eyes squeezed tight.

"katsuki," you whispered softly, quietly, as you ran your fingers along his cheeks, tracing his smooth skin. he didn't respond, still tensed up even as you dried his face and started running a hand through his spiky hair. you could see the way one of his hands gripped onto the white sheets of your bed, straining the material. you were starting to worry, a troublesome little thing that manifested itself in the depths of your heart.

he made a choked sound then, and you hushed him gently, shifting up so you could hold his face in your palms. you could see beads of sweat starting to gather on his forehead, smell that familiar burnt caramel scent of his quirk. his body jerked again, muscles of his arms coiling dangerously as he muttered something undecipherable. your thumbs roamed along the skin under his eyes, collecting the tears that'd still gathered there.

"katsu," you tried again, louder this time, when his expression didn't smooth over. his breathing was starting to pick up, and you leaned closer, noses nearly touching as you drummed at his cheeks with your fingers. "katsuki."

his eyes snapped open, hands shooting up to grab at your wrists. his palms were hot and for a split second, you were frozen, watching as his gaze latched onto your own. you could tell he was still chasing away the remnants of his dream, his pupils tiny as he stared up at you unseeingly.

"what-" he choked out, blinking a few times before you saw his pupils dilate. his eyebrows relaxed only a smidgen, hands gripping onto you for dear life.

"baby," you said quietly, still wiping away the tears on his face. "what's wrong?"

he did nothing but look at you, tracing over the planes of your cheeks with his eyes. there was something about the way he stared at you, something vulnerable in the way he nearly appeared to be relying on your touch, your gaze, to cement him to the world. his hands relaxed around your wrists, holding them in a loose manner. he exhaled slowly.

"s'nothin'," he soon grunted out, closing his eyes. his head eased back into the pillow beneath him. you frowned, though he could not see it. he just looked so tired, you noticed, exhaustion lining his features and making him seem like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"it's not nothing," you told him, letting go of his face at last and slipping your wrists from his hold. his eyes opened again at the loss of your touch, crimson gaze following you as you shifted so you could lay back down on your side, facing him. "wanna talk about it?"

he looked like he was contemplating it for a second, staring up at the ceiling that danced with the fickle shadows of night. like this, his hair looked almost ghostly, framed with moonlight from the open window of your shared room.

when he simply shook his head, you nodded, letting yourself sink back down completely into the blankets and pillows. he immediately rolled over onto his side, throwing a heavy arm over your waist. you took that as a sign to shift closer, nestling your face into his chest as he buried his nose into your hair.

"you know i'm always here if you need me, right?" you whispered into his torso, your arm wrapping around him so you could hold him tighter. closer. you pretended not to notice the way his grip around you increased, as though if he so willed it, he could meld your body into his forever.

"yeah," he whispered back just as quietly, burrowing himself further into everything that made up you. "i know."

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Izuku: Todoroki-kun, if you have a test due at midnight, why did you agree to bowling?

Bakugo: Yeah. It’s 11pm, Icyhot.

Todoroki, working on a laptop: Ah.

Izuku: It’s your turn to bowl by the way.

Todoroki: Okay. *gets up, bowls while working, and gets a perfect strike*

Izuku and Bakugo: WHAT-

| The delusion of being one step closer.

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Being one step closer signifies the proximity of achieving something, whether that might be an academic goal, a personal task, or anything. Being one step closer means you are almost there. You are almost at the end of the rainbow, ready to dig up that pot of gold. But in some cases, you may find yourself in a loop, a never-ending staircase. Take reality shifting, for example, you are one step closer to your desired reality. You are just 1cm away from reaching your burning desire to experience a new life. Perhaps that 'one more step' is what you take comfort in, it gives you that validation because you feel like you are doing something. One step closer implies separation.

In manifestation, separation is an illusion. It creates that unwanted barrier between you and your desired state. There is nowhere to GO to, there is nowhere to GET to, as this implies that you are divided from the state in which you desire to be in. Everything you experience in the outer world is a direct projection from assumptions and is as real as imagination. There is no 'fake'; if you can experience it in imagination, it exists and is ready to be projected into the outer world as soon as you feel that state. This is the law.

So, stop at the step you are at right now. That 'one more step' does not exist and is purely just a delusion. If you can occupy that desired state in your imagination then stay loyal and recognise that you are that state right now. Say 'no' to that bitter validation of being 'almost' there because you are there. There is no Uber in the world that will take you to your desired state of consciousness. Deny the evidence of the senses, because you walk in faith, not by sight.

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Contrary to popular belief, Bakugou had his own insecurities.

Thoughts, questions that he'd give anything to avoid, but still pop up anyways.

Will he ever reach the top?

Will he ever be the No. 1 hero?

Will he ever even become a hero?

He was accustomed to these sort of thoughts floating around in his mind. So much, that he'd started to refute them on his own.

He would reach the top.

He would become the No. 1 hero.

And he would definitely become a hero.

And believe it or not, that worked.

But this technique, if you could call it that, sadly didn't work for another question.

Will you ever be his?

The first time the thought popped up, he nearly exploded everything within a 10-metre radius.

The single thought had sent his mind into a complete disarray.

When had he started thinking of you like that?

Weren't you just another one of his classmates?

Why didn't he hate this feeling?

Try as he might, he didn't. He couldn't.

How could he hate you?

You, who always met him with a smile.

You, who could handle spicy food and even complimented his cooking.

You, who unlike those other extras, wasn't bothered by his sharp comments.

You, who could take his harsh criticism, and always came back better.

You, who always managed to surprise him with your fighting skills.

You, who didn't annoy him as the rest did- Fuck.

He was in for it now, wasn't he?

it’s rare for bakugo to be as relaxed as he is now. there’s always something or the other tugging at the back of his mind, whether it’s his friends’ nagging, hero work, or another weekly existential crisis. it’s hard to get away from everything, to find a place where the most volatile thing in a twenty mile radius is him. 

you grab bakugo’s hand, pulling him out of his thoughts and through the vast expanse of the wispy white flowers along with you. bakugo runs with you, not knowing what else to do. you’ve got him trapped, consuming his senses like how the smoke from his palms and the dust from the dandelions consume his lungs and filling his head with hope he prays isn’t false. hope isn’t for men like him. men like him only know of hatred and guilt and the prison inside their heads. 

you’re not like him, he hopes you never have to be. in a way, you remind bakugo of the dandelions around your– transient, reduced to ash if he pushes you too hard. and suddenly, the dandelions are the least of his concerns. first, he loses himself in your smile. then, your scent, and finally, your voice. he’s powerless when you’re his opponent. 

“make a wish ‘tsuki!” your cheerful voice snaps him out of his stupor. only then does bakugo notice your amused expression and the dandelion in your hand. 

“what?” you shake the flower in front of his face again, laughing harder this time. bakugo grimaces, but his eyes betray him. 

“blow on the dandelions and make a wish!” you shake the flower again, motioning for him to take it. bakugo shakes his head and mutters something about he’s not gonna make a fuckin’ wish and how childish this ordeal is. but even he can’t stop his lips from twitching slightly upwards. 

“fine. i wish—” he rolls his eyes. 

“you can’t do that!” he tries to keep a straight face, but fails when he sees your pout. 

“can’t do what?” he’s doing it on purpose now, you know it. bakugo gives himself away too easily, from the way he leans in towards you to the way his voice lowers and the way the corners of his mouth tug upward the closer he gets to you. you play along with him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt in your hands and pulling him closer. 

“you can’t say the wish out loud. it won’t come true,” you whisper. bakugo rolls his eyes, hoping you can’t see the tremor of his hands shaking the dandelion or hear the way his breathing quickens (spoiler alert: you can, you’re just too nice to say anything about it). bakugo blows on the small dandelion in his calloused hands. and he wishes, at least as much as a man like him can. 

i wish i could stay here forever. with you.

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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!) 

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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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It’s either bf Bakugou that loves you to the moon and back and is constantly by your side or bf Bakugou that still loves you a lot but is ready to throw hands the second you try him- and we love both equally in this household

Hii! Can i request headcanons of what bakugo will do if he meets someone who is usually different from other girls?

Like ua came in collab with another school, but somehow alot of girls seems to get attached to him but then he meets this one girl who always has headphones on (the reader) and doesnt even care about him?

like if you know stranger things, you know max right? Like the reader is similar to max

[ Ah, yes. More love for my boy Kacchan. I actually don't watch Stranger Things BUT the way you describe this actually reminds me of the Vigilantes manga, specifically Christoper Skyline's wife Pamela. She HATED his guts when they first met, but their love story in Chapter 52 is just so damn adorable <3 I can't stand it. So I'll use that as inspiration to make this because I think it's a super cute concept. ]

He hated this. Why Yuuei had decided to collaborate with another school was beyond him. He didn't need to form relationships with other heroes, he was gonna be number one regardless of who or what stood in his way. "This is stupid, goddamn it!" he growled, practically foaming at the mouth. "Ah, come on Bakubro!" Eijirou said, trying to be encouraging but his efforts were met with failure.

"I can't stand it! Why is he getting all the hot babes!?" Mineta exclaimed as he watched yet another girl approach Katsuki, confessing their feelings to him or just bluntly telling him how attractive he was. "I don't know, but not all of them are like that," Kaminari said, pointing to you and taking notice of the unusual and slightly oversized headphones you wore.

"Fuck off already!" he snapped at the girl in front of him, thinking nothing of it as he watched her grow teary-eyed before running away. "Pff, dumbass," he commented, crossing his arms. He was about to glance away when he spotted you leaning against a tree with your eyes focused on your phone and your headphones on. 'Who the hell is that and why isn't she crazy like the rest of these extras?' he thought but shrugged it off.

You caught his attention after he had stopped a common thief and girls flocked around him screaming praise. You merely glared at him as you walked by which caused him to grow confused. 'It's that damn girl again...' he thought. 'Just like the last time, I saw you. What the hell is your problem!? Pff...guess I'll have to find out myself!' and with that, he had a new mission.

"What's your damn problem, eh!?" he screamed at you one morning, he had been keeping tabs on you and knew that you woke up before everyone else so that you could take a private walk. However, you looked at him with an eyebrow raised and much like before, continued walking. "Hey dumbass I'm talking to you!" he growled, but his words had little effect on you.

"What the hell will this dumbass plan accomplish!?" he hissed at Eijirou who regrettably was the only one he had mentioned you to. "It'll catch her attention Bakubro! You gotta trust me, I'm the manliest guy around and I know a thing or two about impressing a fine lady!" Katsuki rolled his eyes, but he had no choice but to go along with what Eijirou planned.

Your fist against his cheek was the last thing he expected to feel when he forcibly picked you up and shot the two of you into the air. Eijirou had suggested that the atmosphere may be romantic but it was having the opposite effect and he nearly dropped you when you began squirming and demanding to be put back down.

The collaboration program at Yuuei was coming to an end and Katsuki was still desperate to figure you out. "What's with those damn headphones you're always wearing anyway!?" he questioned one night when he saw you sitting all alone on the porch. You only offered him a shrug in response which made him angrier.

"Why don't you flock to me like those other damn girls and why the hell won't you talk to me!?" he snapped at you during a training exercise, ironically enough you had wound up on the same team and part of him hated that. However, to his surprise, you answered him and he quickly learned how poorly you viewed him. You made it a point that he was nothing but a buffoon and that his actions were anything but heroic.

On the last day of the program, he felt like he had no choice but to walk up to you with a flower in hand. "Here...not that I give a damn what you think about me but since I won't see your damn face again I got you...this stupid flower..." to his surprise a smile come to your face when you proceeded to take the flower and sniff it. His eyes widened as you single-handedly brought him to heel and from that point on, he wanted to be the only one to make you smile.

TITLE : RANDOM BAKUGO BOYFRIEND TEXTS

CHARCTER : BAKUGO KATSUKI

CONTAINS : MAINLY SFW, PROFANITIES, MENTIONS PEGGING ONCE & MAKING OUT

BONUS ARYA : THIS IS VERY SELF INSERT >^< ME 'N MY EX USED TO TALK LIKE THIS (NO HE DIDN'T TEXT LIKE SUKI)

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