#re: bakugou katsuki

[solarstranger]

“excuse me?”

both you and bakugou look up from your conversation, a confused smile tugging at your lips when your eyes land on a woman you’ve never seen before, a sheepish yet somehow determined look etched across her unfamiliar face. “yes?”

at your welcoming albeit slightly bemused response, she deflates a little in what you think is relief, her mouth morphing into a good-natured grin.

“i didn’t mean to disturb your lunch,” she starts, fiddling with the sling of her crossbody bag, “but i just wanted to say. i love your dress.”

oh.

“t-thank you so much,” you exclaim, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. you’re about to say something nice about her hair, but she’s already skittering back to her group of friends, who laugh affectionately at the woman before turning to the other direction, but not without a friendly wave goodbye at the two of you.

you return the gesture with a chuckle, although that immediately contorts into a pout the second they’re out of sight.

“what?” bakugou asks without missing a beat.

you frown at your boyfriend, before looking down at your half-finished plate of pasta. “i wanted to compliment her, too.”

for a second, bakugou doesn’t say anything, opting to study your crestfallen face instead. a moment passes with neither of you uttering a word until you finally notice him staring at you, an impassive expression on his features. you raise an eyebrow quizically. “what?”

“nothing,” he shakes his head, a small smile pulling at his lips.

and when you only toss him a deadpan look, he sighs.

“it’s just—” he begins, clearly searching for the right words to say, “here you are—being complimented for being fucking pretty and your immediate response is to get sad you didn’t get to compliment them back.”

at that, your frown deepens. “how else am i supposed to react, then?”

“i don’t know—” he huffs, leaning back on his chair, “flush? be flattered? say it’s your boyfriend who got you that dress?”

“ah. so you only wanted bragging rights.”

“that’s not the point.”

you bite back a grin. “sure, big guy.”

“you—”

“and they didn’t compliment me, per se,” you continue before he can ramble on, voice quieter. “they complimented my dress.”

“which only works because it’s you who’s wearing it, dumbass.”

despite yourself, you smile at the man. “you really think so?”

bakugou huffs again, although there’s no denying the pink that’s now dusting the high points of his cheeks. “you really ought to give yourself more credit.”

now it’s your turn to study him silently.

“no need,” you eventually quip cheerfully, reaching over the table to take his hand in yours. he doesn’t protest, only letting you intertwine your hands together.

he does, however, toss you a questioning look. one that incredulously says: why?

so you tell him.

“it’s because i like having my boyfriend do it for me.”

a/n. trying out this new format where the author's note comes after the drabble. we'll see if i go back and revert this later anyway lol. anywho, this one's very self ship-coded because i like complimenting strangers. it's my form of exposure therapy for my social anxiety while spreading the kindness i want to share with the world. now all i'm lacking is a boyfriend who hypes me up the same way lol. (0.5k)

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[annluvazzel]

🌑 Shadowhunters AU ☆ Parabatai BKDK

Clip Studio Paint | Jan 5, 2025

Parabatai are battle partners, best friends, "platonic soulmates". There is a magic ritual to create an unbreakable bond between them, and it's forbidden to have romantic feelings for your Parabatai. But you can't really control your heart, can you?

They both realize their love is not exactly platonic a little bit late and now are between the sword and the wall 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Kacchan who would prefer to pretend everything is the same as ever, and have Izuku as "just a parabatai" if it means having him at all, vs Izuku who can't really contain his newfound emotions and *needs* to act on them and is going to doom the both of them.

A little late to make that observation, Izuku (He wasn't thinking of marrying anyways 😔)

How would they know? 🤨 (they're unaware of the parabatai curse)

[all-theabove]

𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑠𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛 - 𝑀𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑡

𝐼𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 ( 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 )

𝑤𝑐: 𝟓𝟎𝟎

It started innocently enough.

You were standing in the kitchen, reaching up into the highest cabinet for a mug, your shirt lifting with the stretch and exposing a strip of bare skin just above your shorts. Nothing scandalous. But you didn’t hear him come in.

Not until you felt the shift in the air, followed by a low, rough voice behind you.

“Don’t move.”

You paused, hand halfway to the glass. “What?”

“Just... stay like that a second.”

You turned your head, puzzled. 

Until you saw the look on his face.

He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, shirtless and wearing nothing but a baggy pair of sweatpants low enough to show the band of his calvin underwear. His eyes were locked on your back, that inch or two of skin, jaw tight like he was trying to rein something in. That hungry look, one you’d gotten very familiar with, was already in his eyes.

“You stretching for a reason,” he asked slowly, “or were you just trying to drive me fucking insane?”

You raised a brow. “It’s seven in the morning.”

“And?”

He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward you, measured and slow, like a predator who’d already decided there was no escape.

You smirked, amused. “You’ve seen way more of me.”

“That’s not the point,” he said, now behind you, voice lowering as one hand reached out, fingertips grazing the dip of your spine. 

His touch was featherlight, but it sent heat pooling low in your stomach.

“I wasn’t trying to tease you,” you murmured.

He dipped his head to speak into your ear. “You don’t have to try.”

Your breath hitched.

“Baby—” his palm slid flat over your stomach, pulling you back against his chest “—you could be wearing a damn sweatsuit and I’d still want you.”

You turned your head to glance up at him, and the corner of his mouth curved into a knowing smile. He was so confident, always, but not cocky—he didn’t need to brag. 

“You look damn good in those matching ones you make me buy you.” It was in the way he looked at you like you were something rare, something his.

“You’re dangerous when you’re like this,” you said softly.

“Like what?” he asked, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“All intense.”

He chuckled darkly, kissing the side of your neck. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not.”

He smiled against your throat, both hands on your waist now, fingers squeezing with a kind of restrained need. “Didn’t think so.”

You leaned into him, warm and breathless now. He pressed another kiss just below your jaw before he pulled back, eyes heavy lidded but sharp.

“Finish your coffee,” he said, stepping away. “But next time you stretch like that, don’t be surprised if I bend you over the counter.”

You choked on a laugh. “You’re not even trying to be subtle.”

“Why would I?” he called over his shoulder, heading into the other room. “Might as well let the whole damn building know.”

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠٫ 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒٫ 𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑐 𝑥 𝑜𝑐 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 "𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒"٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡ˊ𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑٫ 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑!

𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 - @chroni-ixx @dork0valentinesss @lolsiesydkme

𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡٫ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 "𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔" 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠!

[catsoupki]

now, at twenty five, you see the ghost of your past haunting you. when you pass by the sandbox, you hear the blooming noises of explosions. you hear the stifling tears from fighting bullies and you smell the stench of nitroglycerin. the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou was this morning, when you were making breakfast in your kitchenette with the television turned on. the bleed of morning sun flutters into your studio apartment, inundating your belongings with warmth. the news channel broadcasted an accident from a previous night, in which pro hero dynamight was able to catch and arrest two villains by himself during his night patrol, but still left destruction in his wake.

it’s the collapse of scaffolding, the uprooting of walkways, with soot and burn scars scalded into the walls of concrete. it’s the name of your childhood love plastered over every single surface that exists.

the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou, you were fifteen. wearing a graduation cap too heavy for your dipped head, donning a robe too large for your then small and sickly thin body.

katsuki bakugou had looked at you with something in the guise of disgust. head held high with a kind of dignity you’re unfamiliar with, the dignity that comes with being the best at what you do, the dignity that encompasses his self-assurance. or perhaps it was betrayal, a shattering unbeknownst to you.

a dream too good to be true— two tickets that would allow you to step foot into the heroes’ world, only to have one fall short, in the name of illness.

he had never visited you during your chronic stay at the hospital. but at twenty five, perhaps now you recall the nameless cards that were littered onto your bed-side table before you had even awoken, at the glimpse of dawn.

a promise broken by betrayal— he looks at you, from a pedestal unto the commoners, he looks at you with his head tilted high and leaned back, as if he’s too afraid to get too close. maybe he is. he was never good at deceiving you.

since the day of your graduation, you see the ghost of your past everywhere. when you walk past the convenience store on the way to work, only to be greeted by the face of dynamight on the package of onigiris. and when you go shopping with friends, you'll be reminded of his face on the commercial district billboard for calvin klein.

he is everything you’re not, and likewise, vice versa. you’re everything he’s not. your contact is left to collect dust in his phone but he’s sure you would’ve forgotten him by now. it’s the doing of his teenage self, to push you and your illness away until you recover, until you move on with life, onto normalcy. you won’t ever realise the years that he had used his birthday wishes and new years fortune to pray for your recovery. for you to make it out of the hospital, alive and well, because what is there to being a hero if not for you? what is there to protect when you’re not even there?

but he also won’t ever know the times you’ve knelt in front of the television in your childhood home, when you were sixteen, bowing your head and praying to god that even if he doesn’t show you mercy, he should at least use that to keep bakugou safe, alive and well.

it’s been over a decade. the last time he saw you, you had pale cheeks and barely made it to the graduation ceremony without fainting. your body was sticks and bones, remnants of an unhealed sickness that stole your dreams away.

he sees you now in the flowers he receives. he sees you in the eyes of students in the schools that he gives talks at. a childlike wonder that never got to grow up, a kindness that was killed over and over again until you became a tinder without a fire.

he tells himself: he’s moved on. and perhaps except for izuku, no one will ever notice just how ugly the scar on his heart is. you’re no hero, you’re no villain, you’re something of the in-between, but still, you leave destruction in your wake.

[softpawpup]

— bakugou katsuki as a little !! ( request from @v4mpiirew1tch )

*based on & continued from these.

💥 bakugou is a picky and fussy eater, he only wants certain foods and they have to be eaten his special way

💢 goes nonverbal a lot when he's little, babbles in sign sometimes and aggressively waves his hands around

🔥 doesn't listen to rules very well. he's the most well behaved for kirishima, and secondly for mina. he causes the most trouble for kaminari and izuku.

💥 bites and teethes on a lot of things, always needs some kind of chewy or paci clipped to him

💢 gets fussy at first when he's swaddled but slowly settles and gets sleepy even though he'll be grumpy about how sleepy it makes him

🔥 accidentally bites through his pacis sometimes when he gets upset, always gets really upset about it

💥 was really embarassed about regressing at first but his friends encouraged him a lot and eased him into it

💢 if he likes you he needs praise from you, he'll get really fussy and upset and might throw a tantrum if you don't praise him for being a good kiddo if he likes you a lot

🔥 likes it when theres faces on his food, he likes to eat the faces

[everypanelofizuku]

Volume 1: Chapter 1 - Izuku Midoriya: Origin

[the-void-speaks]

welp i've put this off for long enough:

my headcanons for izuku:

bi. thought he was gay for a bit but realised that wasnt the label for him.

red shoe theory!!! everything else is uncomfortable and they cant afford the other colour ones

(toshinori gives him ones in other colours/styles and he cries. but keeps wearing his red hi-tops cause he likes them. theyre part of his image now)

could pull any man he wants but wants the childhood bsf who pretends to hate him

he and rody at least kissed in that volkswagon

started hearing the vestiges in the waking world in the middle of one of their debates about what current living hero mightve been able to beat doq-era afo

first words he ever heard was from kudou '-well hercules proved fire beats regeneration-' and him immediately getting corrected by his nerd girlboyfriend that he was HERACLES and kudou subsequently calmly explaining he thought hercules was more accurate cause hera fucken hated that boy and he was not the glory of hera

izuku starts recording these conversations in the margins of his notebooks (including school ones) with a multicolour all might pen and shouta is so confused

can draw decently well (we have proof of this, it is just a fact at this point)

constantly claims hes just pointing out the obvious when it comes to his analysis

AUTISTIC????? who knows. certainly not him. or me. i can never make up my mind lol

taught himself crafts to make himself his own merch. therefore can sew.

tried to be a youtuber but abandoned it after katsuki and that found the channel and bombed it with hate. never deleted it tho cause he had like three people watching his badly edited videos who really liked his analysis

dad for one

uncle for all

yoichi loves his nephew :3

inko is best mum btw izuku loves his mum (except for when he caught her kissing toshinori but he was a bit angrier at all might for it than her)

uh yeah thats all i think lol

[katsdynam1ght]

bkdks i am working on art for you because i have been failing to write my oneshot. please gather your excitement once more

edit for those of you who haven’t seen the notes: it’s done go rb that instead of this please i beg

[luliadraws]

light fades to rain 

[vibescornerr]

This is SUCH an interesting line to dive into Bakugo’s mind with. I love stories showing character’s contradictions or their differing morality (if that makes sense). SO he finds smoking BAD because it will get on his record. But what about all the violence and bullying? Like Midoriya said, what if Midoriya did (tw) jump off a building like Bakugo told him to. Or does Bakugo just not care. Does he let his anger get to him. OR is it because he DOESN’T think it would go on his record. I mean, it would make sense. It’s pretty common in real life for school to ignore issues of bullying. Or to be lenient with one issue while being strict with others (especially being strict with less harmful things). Not to mention, how the teacher did nothing in the beginning scene. It wouldn’t surprise me. [Edit:] Like someone said, also makes sense and adds to the discrimination of the quirkless. How it might be seen as the ‘norm.’

[solarstranger]

a/n. based on the prompt "i want to go home to my wife” courtesy of @/creativepromptsforwriting (very bkg-coded, i know.) (0.7k)

it’s probably by the tenth sigh of the night—not that anyone’s counting—that poor kaminari finally snaps.

“seriously, dude?”

bakugou, who’s seated across from him with kirishima and sero adjacent to the both of them, only lazily raises an eyebrow in question.

at that, the electric hero pouts. “at least try to pretend you’re having fun.”

a few feet ahead of them—the men collectively chose to be seated at the back of the small dive bar despite kaminari’s protests—the stand-up comedian currently doing a set cracks another joke. an undercurrent of laughter flows across the room, but none of the four contribute to that.

“sorry, denki,” sero starts, a not-so-apologetic expression plastered on his face. “i’m with bakugou on this one.”

the slim, ebony-haired man glances at the stage, “the jokes aren’t landing for me either.”

“aww, come on, you guys!” kirishima, the ever-unfailing saint that he is, pipes up with a borderline overcompensating grin. “let’s just stay for a while longer for denki, alright?”

sero shrugs in response, but turns in his seat toward the stage anyway. bakugou, on the other hand, only grumbles before reaching for his phone in his right pocket.

thumbing his password under the table, his fingers click on the messages app, then to his number one favorite contact.

for a second, he debates whether or not to shoot you a text. you were so excited to finally get started on that anime you’ve been meaning to watch, that you almost seemed like you didn’t care that he was leaving you home for the night to hang out with the guys.

biting on his lip, he absentmindedly goes through your last exchange before finally deciding fuck it.

while typing out a well-crafted message, his eyes dart between his screen to his friends then back down again, trying to seem inconspicuous.

the last thing he needs is for the bored tape hero to tease him with that annoying ass shit-eating grin of his.

reading through it one last time, bakugou finally presses the send button.

much to his delight, it doesn’t even take you a minute to reply.

(8:43 PM) baby 🧡: heey! i’m still watching—am on episode 5 now. hbu? aren’t you busy with the boys?

the smile he wasn’t aware he’s been sporting immediately drops when he’s reminded of the predicament he’s in. peering back up at the front, he has to fight the groan that threatens to bubble from his mouth when another performer goes up.

oh, well. at least you’re texting him right now.

he quickly types out his response.

(8:45 PM) me: Busy being fucking tortured. This is the worst night ever.

“yo, bro, who got you smiling like that?”

bakugou whips to glare at the culprit, who’s now wearing the very same shit-eating grin he’s just been thinking about avoiding a few moments ago.

pocketing his phone, bakugou snarls at the man. “shut the fuck up. all that doom-scrolling is rotting your fucking brain.”

“i think you getting the reference says something about you, too, bakubro,” kirishima offers from beside him.

bakugou shoots the redhead a menacing scowl, which the unbreakable hero accepts in stride.

“are you guys even listening?” comes kaminari’s whine.

“sorry, denks,” sero replies, before turning to regard the rest of the group. “i thought we agreed to stop doing these guys’ night outs? none of us are as good at planning get-togethers as mina.”

at that slightest bit of opening, bakugou takes the opportunity and moves to stand up, grabbing his wallet and car keys before inserting them in his back pocket, surprising the three men.

before any of them can say a single word, though, bakugou tries to shrug nonchalantly, muttering his simple explanation.

“what was that?” came sero’s teasing tone.

“i want to go home to my wife, idiot,” bakugou barks before he can stop himself.

at that, kaminari finally throws his hands up in defeat.

kirishima only shrugs himself, “that clicks.”

while the menace snickers. “simp.”

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[irrelevantso]

Dying 😭 how do people ship them, it would be the most toxic shit ever

[class1akids]

Creditless version of Movie 4 Opening

[flying-cat]

Do you guys think baby Katsuki ever got out the pots and pans and played drums on them with his hands 😭

[hkartincolor]

Volume 25 - character introducton

[everypanelofizuku]

Volume 1: Chapter 1 - Izuku Midoriya: Origin