Random Izuku Midoriya Headcannons

Secret wife? Secret wife?

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You're Bakugou's side kick- have been for a few years now but with it being your day off you aren’t at the office instead at home folding Katsuki’s Laundry, meal prepping for the week and making spicy curry for lunch tomorrow, for you and your husband.

You're folding his iconic skull T shirt, your kitten, Boom Boom, sleeping in your hoodie when you get the call from the hospital- they don’t call you by your hero name no they address you by your last “hello? Y/n Bakugou? This is nurse Kiyoko from Mustafu Provice hospital your Husband Bakugou Katsuki is currently in the trama unit about to undergo a minor surgery for-“

You don't let the nurse finish before you’re already pulling out the drive way in Katsuki’s orange Jeep. Not having heard the words "minor" only "Katsuki hospital", "husband", "trauma", and "surgery". As you half hazardourdly park the car in the ER parking lot not caring if the car gets towed or that you made a 25 minute drive in only 8.

Your bursting through the doors of the ER ignoring the nurses and clergery staff that tell you you aren’t authorized passed the waiting room and you don’t stop running stomping your way through the halls until you spot Kirishimas red hair, Minas Pink skin and the heterochric eyes of Shoto as you make a bee like straight for them. You aren’t in your hero suit so you don’t expect the medical staff to know who you are. Shit you aren’t even in real clothes just one of Bakugous sleep shirts and a pair of purple spandex, still in your Dynamite house slippers when two buff nurses attemp to stop you in your tracks

“Ma’am I don’t know who you are but you cannot be here!” One of them all but shouts in your ear

While the other day “someone get security!”

It isn’t until you elbow one in the stomach that Shoto voice can be heard from the door way of Katsuki’s room flanked by Mina and Eijiro “She’s with us guys-“

Mina tries to help, you know she is when she supplies a “that’s his side kick!”

And Eijiro just looks confused because how did you know they were in the hospital? Katsuki deliberately told him not to call you on your day off, and he promised he wouldn't not even questioning why the blond thought he would call his sidekick for a minor injury.

It isn’t until you muff the second man in scrubs in the face that you shout at them “his wife has every right to be here you fucking shit head! You fuckers called me!”

And your pushing your way past everyone until your by the blonds bedside he looks out of it and confused and his left arm is all bandaged up but he still recognizes you immediately when he turns his head to the nurse changing his IV

“You called my Wife?!”

“She is your emergency contact Mr. Bakugou and your power of attorney; the moment we were told you passed out in the ambulance we were obligated to contact Mrs.Bakugou”

“Damn straight she was.” You tell him.

“Like hell you were.” he tell her.

You both shoot daggers at each other for split second before you grab his hand and squeeze it, while glaring down at him. "Be nice to your nurse Katsuki." you chide while scrunching your nose at your dumb, stupid husband "I was worried about you and here you are trying to hide shit from me."

Katsuki's eyes soften before looks away "I just didn't want to worry you." he mumbles.

"I'll always worried. Stupid head."

With a chuckle Katsuki squeezes your hand while looking you up and down, "at least I don't look like a stupid head, why you wearing house slippers in the hospital?"

"because I love your ugly ass, thats why" you sigh, leaning down to kiss his big ass forehead before turning back to the nurse. "Sorry about him, are there any papers I need to sign?"

"Oh no problem Mrs. Bakugou, he was a a treat to talk to while he was going under, wouldn't stop talking about you. All I need from you is a signature for the insurance claim, and a debriefing on post-op care, he should be ready to go home later this evening." she smiles.

Making her way past the other hero's and out the room.

"So were you just not going to tell us you were MARRIED!?" Mina accuses.

Enjiro just looks hurt "Bro how could you not tell anyone? How could you not tell me?"

"They told me." Todoroki supplies.

"Not helping Sho."

"Don't be a snitch icyhot."

"How could you?" Enjiro looks like he's going to pass out, as if finding out his best friend was married might actually kill him.

Bakugou groans while turning his head, but letting go of your hand, shoving his face into your arm.

"we needed a witness and Shoto doesn't have a big mouth like the rest of you guy. sorry" you supply.

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

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

look at those nerds

hi there! could you pls write bakugou as a boyfriend headcannons? I rlly love his character and I was wondering what he would be like as a boyfriend :)

BAKUGOU AS A BOYFRIEND!

♡ beneath his hard shell, bakugou is a v soft s/o!

♡ he is SUCH a big cuddle bug, he definitely acts like he doesn’t like it, but secretly he will swoon over it.

♡ he’s both little spoon and big spoon, depending on his mood.

♡ bakugou loves head pats, and he loves it when you touch his (porcupine) hair, even when it’s gelled!

♡ when you two are dating, he couldn’t give a care about anyone else in the world, he only has eyes for his s/o!

♡ when he blushes it’s very visible! but he turns his head and grumbles beneath his breath before you can catch a glimpse. he doesn’t want you to see him all flustered.

♡ in public he definitely acts all tough, but behind closed doors, he’s putty in your hands.

♡ i feel like he doesn’t use pet names??? maybe a loving ‘dummy’ or ‘idiot’ here and there.

♡ he likes to plan out dates very carefully, and will go sicko mode if they get messed up in any way.

♡ bakugou’s love language is actions, since he’s not all that good at expressing himself with his words, he expresses his love by caring for you when you’re sick or injured, he even tries to cook for you! (and fails miserably) but it’s okay, because he orders takeout!

♡ when he does try to express himself through words he gets choked up and mutters an “ah, forget it..” but you smile, because you know exactly what he’s trying to say.

♡ as much as he hates to admit it, he’s absolutely whipped for his s/o.

♡ jealous jealous!! he always finds himself starting to hold your hand whenever he you’re talking to some besides him.

♡ he’d never hurt you, and would beef with anyone that did.

♡ lastly, he hates hugs, but has no problem with them when it comes to you. :)

TW: smoking, weed, suggestive?

Imagining getting absolutely out of your mind crossed on a rooftop with Dabi.

——————-

He’s leaning against a corner of brick, smoke billowing from his nose when he laughs at a joke you made, the scarred skin underneath his eyes pulling tight as his eyes crinkle with laughter, hands clutching his side.

It wasn’t even particularly funny, but between the booze and the weed, his guard was lower than usual.

You enjoyed your rooftop adventures with the man for that very reason. It gave you glimpses of what he was like before he built all those walls, before his only dream was destroying his father.

You would’ve liked the old Touya, you think.

You take the moment to just look at him fondly while his attention is elsewhere, your own softer laughter bubbling up at the sight of his happiness.

He draws his legs up as he leans back, wiping his eyes with his thumb as if he’d been on the verge of tears, eyes settling on you warmly. He settles his elbow on one of his knees as he tilts his head to rest on his fist, studying you intensely as you take another long sip from the bottle of whiskey between the two of you, and he stifles a chuckle when you grimace at the taste.

His mouth quirks up in a gentle smile as he holds out the smoldering joint in offering after a moment, still held too close to his body for you to reach from where you sit.

You heave yourself forward onto your knees, body stretching to reach for the joint. The moment your fingers brush against his, he’s pulling back with a grin, holding it just out of your reach.

You frown at him as he presses the weed to his lips and inhales deeply, exhaling smoke away from you as you settle between his legs, arms crossed.

He takes in your pout and chuckles, leaning forward so that his face is inches from yours, his hand reaching to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His thumb is soft when it traces over the skin on your cheek, following a path to your bottom lip and you can’t help the way your pulse jumps.

He watches intently as he tugs it down slightly, wishing he could sink his teeth into it when it snaps back into place.

“Open,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb past your lips to press down on your tongue, your mouth widening immediately.

His eyes are hooded, from the weed or from the way you’re so obedient, so pliant for him, you’re not sure. He uses his other hand to inhale for a long moment before he leans forward and blows the smoke directly into your mouth, watching your eyelashes flutter and tongue pulse under his finger before he’s releasing you.

He slides a hand behind your neck as he chases the smoke with his lips, unable to help himself and slotting his mouth over yours easily as you lean into him. He half heartedly stamps out the joint to free his other hand, both coming to cup your face as he pulls you in closer.

You’re the first to pull away, when he guides your hands under his white shirt and the familiar feeling of his skin and staples beneath your palms snaps you out of your stupor. You’ve done this all before and you know that just like before, it’s going to end badly for you.

“Dabi,” you warn softly, his breath fanning out over your bottom lip as his forehead presses against yours.

“Touya,” he corrects, voice low. “For you, it’s Touya.”

You know you shouldn’t let him draw you back so easily, but when he leans in again, you don’t stop him.

“I painted my nails.”

Midoriya turned from his spot by his desk, homework worksheets scattered everywhere in attempt fit in some studying for tomorrows quiz.

“Really?”

You hummed in response handing your hands behind your back. “Can you guess the color Hero?”

A red hue of a blush quickly spread across his face at the affectionate nickname.

“Pink?” He guessed.

A smug smiled bloomed a crossed your face. “Nope, guess again.”

He pondered, the boy had a guess in mind but didn’t want to come out and guess it right away.

“Orange.”

You started rocking back on fourth on the balls of your feet.

“Want a clue?”

Midoriya nodded.

“It’s a color that reminds me of you.”

Ok, so he definitely knew the answer, making his heart beat rapidly.

“Green?” He muttered shyly.

You beamed at the answer, taking your hands out from behind your back and proudly showing your deep green nails.

Midoriya’s lips parted in amazement, your nails looked amazing in the color he could tell it took you time to make sure the polish was applied smoothly. The thought behind the color you chosen made him emotional also.

“It looks amazing baby.” He complimented, taking your smaller hand in his and kissing the palm.

You chuckled and gestured for him to make room to sit.

Midoriya pushed his chair away from his desk and as you sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So that everywhere I go, I have a piece of you with me.”

Before you could do anything else, your boyfriends water ducts of tears started to fill the room.

gonna start being like luna lovegood in mindset. she believed in things that majority found absolutely outrageous and when laughed at and confronted with skepticism she was so genuinely confused and almost concerned for her BULLIES well-being cause?? ofc nargles are real and you should know this silly! and then just went on with her day. she is truly unshakeable in her belief and we could all take a page out of her book.

Katsuki: The duality of man never ceases to amaze me.

Katsuki: Deku once figured out the murder weapon was hidden inside a hollowed-out walking cane, by looking at the dent on the wall left by a hockey stick.

Katsuki: And yet yesterday he asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was.