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BAKUGOU KATSUKI SOFT HEADCANONS

content warning: none. boom-boy deserves something soft.

you know those types of bf that bullies you?

yep. i headcanon bakugou as someone like that

he loves seeing the way your nose would scrunch and eyes shining, working on how to outsmart and retaliate

but he also knows your boundaries

he knows when enough is enough and which hurts you

he a soft boi behind closed doors

he's proud of you

number 0 fan

acing a quiz? his treat. passing an exam? homemade food for you. flipping off some jerks? you get a one week bento from him

likes cute café dates, movie dates, lunch dates but, a sucker for museum dates

let's hush-hush because he also loves home dates

there's something about knowing you, knowing how you treat other people that makes his heart clench, seeing how you prepare for your dates together

he doesn't like holding hands but, he LOVES LOVES LOVES it when you hold onto his arm or biceps

his heart clenches when he feels you squeezing or gripping it tight

loves being showered with kisses and hugs

kiss him on the nose, boop his nose, bite his nose

boom-boy melts like a putty on your hands

i headcanon him as someone who listens to k-indie and k-rnb songs, when the world is sleeping and it's only him that's awake

you caught him listening and humming to hoppipolla's your ocean when you woke up after an intense review session with the bakusquad

kicks you out of the kitchen but when you whine that you want to watch him cook, he slowly gives in

he can't resist the determined look in your eyes

"it tastes good. i made sure to get the exact brand of the ingredients."

he introduced you to his parents and Papa Bakugou was almost in tears when you slowly smiled at them, thanking them for bringing Katsuki in this world

he may be a menace but, you accept him

Mama Bakugou takes you out on dates too! buys you clothes and designer items just because she can and would get pouty when you turn her gifts down

when you both get into an argument and it gets heated, he won't try to fix it the same day because of y'alls temper

he would wait out until you're both in the right headspace to talk about it

"i'm sorry if i said those words to you. i never meant to hurt your feelings. i promise i won't do it again. but, you also hurt me when you told me that you don't trust me at all due to my quirk. we both know it's not a good thing when we argue in public. our relationship should be the both of us. it's not a group project where we need to involve other people."

you both apologized to each other and made amends

you also apologized to your classmates who was present when it happened

the type of bf who would let you do what you want to do while watching you fail at it

he's still bakugo katsuki, a menace

but he's your menace

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3 months ago

| 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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3 years ago

If it's not a bother, could I request Tomura, Shinsou, or bakugou comforting their s/o after a fight? They get into a small fight over something unimportant, but because of past trauma, their s/o takes it really personally and assumes they're either going to leave or scream at them? Feel free to ignore this for any reason!! I could just use the comfort :')

Oh sweetie! Come here and let me give you a tight hug 🤗 everything will be alright you hear me? Also, I have three gorgeous men who'll help you feel better ❤️

Title : Comfort

Characters : Bakugo/ Shigaraki/ Shinsou/ gender neutral reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff

Masterlist

Bakugo :

"Please don't leave me.."

Seeing your shivering form as you choked out your words made him regret everything that came out of his mouth. He never meant to upset you, and he should've known better than to carelessly start yelling and attempting to walk out on you.

You on the other hand, were desperately grabbing his sleeve, tears running down your cheeks and unable to meet his eyes.

He cursed himself and dragged you gently into his arms.

Memories of the night you opened up to him came stabbing him in the heart. He knew all too well how much pain and suffering you had to endure after being abandoned by everyone you considered family.

He remembered promising to never hurt you or leave your side for as long as he lived, yet there he was, about to turn his back on you after a silly argument. And it didn't even matter that he was just going out for some fresh air, you didn't know, and that's the main issue.

_ "I'm sorry babe, I was just stepping out for a moment." He whispered against your temple and traced your back reassuringly. He hated being the reason for your tears after promising to never cause them.

He kept you in his hold until your sobs finally stopped. You lifted your head off his chest and watched him gently wipe your tears away.

_ "I don't wanna fight anymore Katsuki, I hate it when we do." And it broke his heart to hear you uttering those words, especially that your arguments are mainly over stupid things.

_ "I know honey.. but please, don't forget that no matter what happens I will never leave your side." He caressed your cheeks and kissed your forehead, and then your nose: "I love you, always and forever." He muttered before closing the gap between your lips in a loving kiss as his arms kept you secured between them.

Shigaraki :

Contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend Shigaraki Tomura, the infamous villain, is in fact a gentle person when it comes to the few people he cares about.

Which is why when you recoiled, pushing yourself further into the corner, Tomura realized that he actually fucked up.

It was just a regular stupid fight over a regular stupid thing, and it meant absolutely nothing. But seeing you sheltering yourself in fear, Tomura felt like shit.

He never intended to raise his voice and he knew exactly the horrors you had lived through ever since you were a child.

_ "Y/n are you alright? Look at me please. I didn't mean to snap out I'm sorry." His voice was soft and warm. He wanted to touch you, to hold you close, but he didn't know if you were okay with it.

You lowered your hands and looked at his remorseful face. You knew he loved you, and you knew he wouldn't purposely hurt you, and most importantly, you wanted to be in his arms at the moment.

You jumped into his embrace and he held you tightly kissing your shoulder and resting his chin on top of your head.

_ "I love you y/n and I would destroy the world for you."

Shinsou :

Was it the first time you two got into an argument? No. Has it ever lasted more than a couple of minutes? Absolutely not. Then what was it this time? Why were you hugging him from behind and bawling your eyes out?

_ "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please stay, I promise I'll do better." You begged him through your sobs.

His eyes widened as realization hit him, and he turned around snatching your arm and pulling you into his chest.

Of course you would react the way you did after he turned around to leave the apartment.

You never wanted to be involved with anyone to begin with, you were content carrying on by yourself after everyone around you had left. But he was different, he was good to you, and he made you truly happy.

You trusted him more than anyone else in the world and he loathed himself for triggering all your anxieties, even if it was the last thing he wanted.

_ "Babe listen to me carefully, I am yours and you are mine until the end of times, and there is nothing that can change this. I love you and I always will." His tone was calming, and his touch was soothing.. same as always.

You nodded against his chest and felt his fingers gently caressing your back while his lips traced your neck and shoulder.

You looked up to find a pained pair of eyes gazing at you.

You smiled lovingly and stood on your tiptoes until you reached his lips and captured them in a passionate kiss.

Uppies!

b.katsuki / f.reader

genre: domestic, husband!bakugou, wife!y/n

warning(s): mizusu is babie, she throws a lil tantrum- but nothing daddy can't fix

w.count: 3k

synopsis: katsuki comes home early to relieve the babysitter hired to take care of mizusu. you come back home to your daughter sitting on her father's hip and listening to kiddy music with dinner on the stove. katsuki realizes just how warm his two girls make him.

-x-x-x-

a/n: ive been stressed and i think bringing mizusu, the beloved baku-child, back will make me feel better. bc she's precious. she's still a lil bab in this one :D

-x-x-x-

It was just after noon when Katsuki's mobile started to violently ring in his pocket. It was a special ringtone he set to be horrendously obnoxious so it'd gain his attention every time it went off. He knew who was calling before he could even dig the device out of his pocket because of it. He only briefly looked at the caller ID every time out of pure habit.

-Zusu's Sitter-

He only barely clicked his tongue, half expecting this phone call at some point today. He swipes his thumb across the screen then presses the phone to his ear.

"Tapping out, kid?" He holds no teasing or malicious tone, it was more like a statement he was finalizing before the person on the other end spoke.

Katsuki and yourself had hired a babysitter for the days you and he both had to work and couldn't easily get out of it or swap out between morning and afternoon shifts. You had hired some teenager who was looking for experience in childcare as well as make a quick buck during breaks between terms. However, this morning when they showed up after you had already left for you, they didn't look the best.

They had reassured Katsuki that they could work and that they were just experiencing a small head cold, maybe even something as unremarkable as allergies. Though, the parent in him kicked in and made the teen promise to call him if their fever spikes up. Both for the teenagers sake and for the fact he didn't want his little one-year-old daughter catching a fever either.

On top of that, he gave them specific instructions to call him instead of you.

Compared to him, you've been practically pulling your hair out trying to adjust back into your work life. Even though your maternity had been up for a while, you had been doing exclusively desk and paper work for your agency- still a bit too paranoid about going back into the field now that you were out of practice. You had only recently put that hero suit of yours back on and started back on daily patrols in different city limits and sectors.

He didn't want you rushing home in a frenzy because your daughters babysitter was sick. Katsuki could just walk out of his agency, saying his daughter's sitter was out of commission and he wouldn't even be slapped on the wrist the next day.

"I'm very sorry, sir!" The teen practically cries into the line. "I really thought I could go all day, but my fever jumped out of no where and I don't want Mizusu getting sick because of me."

Katsuki breathes out of his nose as he raises from his desk. He looks at the clock hanging on the wall that read 12:04, although if memory serves that clock was a bit slow.

"It's fine," he huffs, but still not really annoyed. He grabs a sticky-note pad from the corner of his desk and starts scribbling on it as he speaks separately into the phone. "Go ahead and put Zusu in her play pen for now, but wash your damn hands before you touch her. Keep her there until I get home," he rips the top sticky-note off and flips it over to the hero who sat in front of him in their own little desk space. "Even if she starts fussing, don't take her out; she'll be fine."

"Of course. I'll keep my contact with her to an absolute minimum!"

"Good," the hero who read his note gave him a cheeky thumbs up and he rolls his eyes in return before he's kicking his gauntlets, that had already been discarded since their too bulky to wear at a desk, under his desk. They're hidden further under the wood when he pushes his chair forward to join them under the desktop with his foot. "I'll be there in 15."

He ends the call and is already in the changing room of the agency as as he starts peeling his hero suit off. Normally, cutting work short would annoy him. But whenever it's about you or Mizusu, he can't bring himself to grimace at the early self-dismissal.

-x-x-x-

The outside sounds of cars and general white, background noise all fades into nothing as the front door of Katsuki's home he shares with you and his little girl shut behind him. The jangling of his keys was the loudest noise he registered until he hear the small, whiney sounds of Mizusu's fussing further inside.

Katsuki chuckles to himself as he hangs the keys up on the keyring holder beside the door as he heels off his beat up, aged loafers and trots inside. The duffle on his shoulder is filled with his suit and belt, bouncing off his hip as he walked with his hand stuff in his joggers; a habit he's had since middle school he's never been able to break.

Rounding into the living room, he sees his blonde headed daughter in the middle of her playpen, a wall of semi-stable plastic walls to keep her out of trouble, but still a large enough play space for her overwhelming number of toys. On the couch- a decent distance from her- is the sitter, sitting on the cushions and trying to ease his child's tantrum from there.

A fruitless effort, but he gave an A for effort.

"Alright, Girlie," Katsuki speaks towards the fussing toddler while simultaneously announcing his arrival since the sitter obviously hadn't heard him come home at all. "That's enough." And like magic, the fussing died down to a rather pathetic sounding whine. "You ain't fooling anyone with that fake fit," he pulls the duffle strap over his head and off his shoulder to flop onto the living room floor by the couch. The teen sitter stands as he approaches, although a bit unstable on their feet; from the fever he assumes. "You're free to go," he tells them, "need me to call a cab?"

"No sir," they decline politely. "I can make it home just fine." They quickly leave the house, not wanting to raise the possibility of anyone else getting sick- no matter how slim the chance. Katsuki stood at the edge of Mizusu's playpen as she had rocked herself up from her bum to her feet, waddling towards her father before plopping herself back down.

He's quickly disassembling the plastic wall and creating an opening so if she gets back up again, she could waddle closer and reach his legs. Though, she does neither. He stands above her still as she stares up at him. It was like some silent, blonde stare off between father and daughter, but there was no winner or loser.

After what he assumed was approximately 15 seconds, she grew bored and lightly kicked her legs before raising her little arms, that still had their baby chub on them, up towards his towering form.

"Papa, uppies!" Her speech was still somewhere limited, but she knew how to demand being picked up. She was still just a little thing, barely able to understand that she can stomp and wave her arms around at the same time. So of course, her manners- or lack thereof- weren't the best. Although, she was a total sweetheart most of the time.

Katsuki almost rols his eyes at the thought of his mother telling him over and over again how lucky he was that Mizusu was an easy baby. Must've taken after you, rather than him in that department. He smirks at the thought of him always being a little terror back in his young youth.

"Papa!" Mizusu cries again, her little hands opening and closing in urgency. "Uppies!" Katsuki bends his knees, squatting down to get closer to the floor-planted toddler. HIs arms were outstretched, elbows resting on his bent knees.

"What do we say when we want something?"

The little girl dropped her hands before she teetered herself up onto her chubby feet again and waddled between his legs and pushing her hands against his tee clade chest.

"Uppies, please," she whines softly, like she was on the verge of tears. Crocodile tears to be certain. Mizusu was also at the age where she would fake cry to get what she wanted. Although, it never got her far. Both he and you could tell the difference between an attention-seeking cry and a real one.

Though, when his little girl was right in front of him like this, he couldn't help but see your qualities in her. He smiles as he brings his arms down from his knees and lowered his head down to kiss her little forehead. He swoops his arms around to her sides before she was ensnaring her fingers in his tee in preparation to be hoisted up.

He gently stands before he was slotting his arm under his rear, her legs on either side of his chest as she looks up at him. She giggles, finally happy she got what she wanted.

"Good girl," he told her. "Always say 'please' and 'thank you'. That's what mommy tells you to do."

"Thank you, papa!" She speaks far too loudly for being right in front of his face, regardless he smiles at her. She wraps her arms around his neck, resting her face against his shoulder and swinging her little legs behind him. Her heels bounce weakly off his hips, but it almost feels nice since he's always so sore or pensive due to work.

"You're welcome." He pats her back a few times before he's spinning on his heel. "Want a snack?"

"Yes, please!"

-x-x-x-

When you came home from work, it was just past five in the afternoon. Seeing Katsuki's car in the drive way, shoes in the entrance, and keys on the holder bewildered you. He was supposed to be home after you today, but he somehow managed to beat you. Maybe he just had nothing left to do at his agency and left early because he was bored, he's done that before.

The faint sounds of music become clearer the further inside you march and before long, you follow the noise into the kitchen. You peek around the corner to see Katsuki supporting Mizusu on one of his jutted out hips. His other hand was stirring something boiling with plums of steam rolling out of a pot on the stove. You couldn't help noticing how far he held Mizusu away from the stove, even turning his chest away so she was as far as possible.

Her hands were above her, one lost within Katsuki's hair the other in the waving towards the fan above the stove you could hear whirring just under the sounds of the music playing from Katsuki's phone.

It was Mizusu's favorite song as of the moment that was playing through the phone speakers. Her small legs bounce in Katsuki's hold and her little heels kicked into his back and stomach, but he acted as if they didn't effect him- and they probably didn't.

When the song ends, she's cheering almost immediately.

"Papa, play again!"

"It'll play again in a second, be patient."

"Am patent!"

When the song picks up again, you suppress a laugh of your at the excited wiggling your daughter kicks up in her father's arm. You would never tell him that you saw him start to lightly bounce on his heels to the familiar rhythm of the children song that probably haunts his dreams.

Your brought out of your little dreamscape by a shrill "Mama!". Your daughter giving you away. Katsuki turns and sends a small glare at you; he would never admit that there was a flush on his cheeks even if you pointed it out to him. You approach the duo and Mizusu was adamant in her new goal of getting out of her father's hold and into yours.

You easily take her, letting Katsuki's arm fall to his side as he set the pot he was stirring down to a simmer and placed a lid over it. He turned around fully to see you nuzzling against against Mizusu's cheeks, making her laugh and weakly push against you to cease your ticklish actions.

His chest felt warm watching you both. Once she 'escapes' your nuzzling rampage, she throws her head down and buries her face into your neck where you then turn your attention to your husband while rubbing her back.

"How'd you manage to get home before me?" You ask and only receive an eyeroll back.

"Wow, welcome home. I missed you today too, babe." You send his eyeroll back to him.

"Hello, Katsuki," you greet before he's kissing your cheek.

"To answer your question, I came home around noon." You gape at him. "Sitter got sick, so I left the agency early." You bounce Mizusu on your chest while he explains.

"Why didn't they tell me? I would've stayed home today."

"They thought they could handle it, but I told them to call me if they couldn't. To their credit, they lasted longer than I thought."

"Katsuki," your tone slightly on the stern side made his shoulder slack.

"I can handle, Zusu. You've been busy gettin' back into the swing of things. You don't need to worry every second of everyday," he tells you while his hands comes up to the small of your back, using his thumbs to rub lightly along your spine. You know he's right, but it's not like you can just turn your brain off. He pushing his lips against your temple before his hand slides down to lightly tap your ass. "Go put, Girlie in her highchair. Our food's done and I'll grab something for her to eat too."

You nod at him, a bit frustrated with yourself, but you knew he was coming from a good place. You take a breath before stretching that smile back on your lips and bringing your daughter away from your neck to look at you.

"You ready for dinner, Zusu?" Her eyes light up. "It's papa's food tonight!" You spin around, as Katsuki shuts the music playing from his phone off, inwardly thanking every god above because the sound of his daughters favorite kiddy song was grating on his very soul.

"Papa's food!" She cheers in repetition. Katsuki watched as Mizusu easily let you settle her into her chair and latch her in before sliding the plastic tray in front of her.

He continues to watch as you walk to the fridge to grab her something to drink- finding the premade bottle of deluded juice Katsuki had set in there earlier to chill- and set it within her grasp. She almost downs all of it before you tell her to not gulp it all because after that juice is empty she's getting water- which she dislikes because it's 'icky'.

And still he watches as you all eat together at the table and talk, even Mizusu as she chimes in with random sounds. Words she can barely say yet, and indecipherable babbles you always nod and agree with that keep her entertained.

"Katsuki?" You call as you reenter the kitchen after setting Mizusu in the playpen where she stares focused on the late night show she always gets to watch before a bath and bed. He hums as he continues to wash the dishes. You come up beside him and he smiles at the small action of your hand coming to rest on his back. "You alright? You've been sorta quiet. I can take Mizusu's next day so you can rest if your tired."

"That's not it, I ain't tired," he tells you as he sets a dish in the opposite side of the sink as it waits to be rinsed of soap suds with the rest of them. "Am I not allowed to be quiet sometimes?" He chides and you scoff at him, pinching against his spine that he just chuckles at.

"I'm just checking on you, hard-head."

"I ain't no hard-head."

"Yeah, tell it to the judge."

"And who's that?"

"Me and Mizusu."

"That would be 'judges', babe; plural."

"Oh shut up," you snort as you start taking the still sud-covered dishes before rinsing them and putting them in the dish strainer. The rest of the chore is finished in a blanket of quiet, ears open for any sound of Mizusu possibly causing mischief just beyond the kitchen.

As you wipe your hands of any remaining water that tries to travel down your arm and off your elbow, Katsuki comes up behind you. Settling his arms on your hips, he rests his forehead on your shoulder and you lean back into him.

"You alright?" You ask him again, much more softly this time and he just lightly hums. It's a lighthearted sound, the sound he makes when he's still too embarrassed to say aloud that he's happy. And he is. He's so happy it hurts and he just wants to soak in it all. In you, in his little Mizusu, in this house.

"I love you... like a god damn lot." You bring your hand up to push his head against the side of yours, cheek pushing against his skull. You take in the lingering scent of last nights shampoo and briefly wonder how his shampoo stays fragrant for so long- or maybe it's just his natural scent. Regardless, it's nice.

"I love you too. Like way more." He scoffs against you.

"Impossible."

"Papa!" Mizusu calls from the living room. He actually laughs lightly against your shoulder, hot air micro-dampening your shirt sleeve and warming the skin beneath before he's kissing it lightly and detaching himself from you.

"Duty calls 'papa'," you tease. He grabs you by sticking his index finger between the fabric of your bottoms and your skin. Yanking you lightly against him, he was urging you to follow him back to the living room with his lips quirked up. His smile was mischievous enough to show his gums, yet he couldn't hide the tenderness in it either.

"You're not free of duty either, 'mama'."

-x-x-x-

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3 years ago

cuddling with the bnha boys

midoriya would be so excited. he loves affection but is always so blushy and shy about it, and the fact that you want to hold him makes him so happy. you cuddle into his chest, and let out a sigh of content. he’s almost on the brink of tears because he loves you so much.

bakugo secretly is so touch starved, but he’s too afraid to initiate any affection. so when you snuggle up to him, he blushes and insults you for being so needy. but if you try to leave, he’ll just hold on to you tighter and give you another tsundere response, both of you knowing it’s a lie.

another touch deprived boy is todoroki. he doesn’t know what cuddling is, but he’s willing to give it a try if it makes you happy. he’s a little stiff at first, but will eventually sink into your touch. nobody has ever shown him kindness before, and in that moment he realizes just how much he needs you.

kirishima would probably ask you to cuddle first. he’d be so excited if you said yes, giving you his signature toothy grin. crashes into the couch as you fall on top of him, laughing tiredly. he’s a bit worried he might hurt you with his quirk, but you reassure him you’ll be fine.

kaminari would be buzzing with excitement, small bolts of lightning radiating around him. he’d be a little jittery in the beginning, but usually calms down and falls asleep. admiring his pretty face, you smile and just cherish this moment.

shocked shinsou when you cling to him like a koala and absorb his warmth. still a bit surprised, he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on top of your head. he’s still getting used to having a significant other, but he loves it nonetheless.

blushing tamaki turns tomato red when you suggest this idea. it’s not that he doesn’t want to be near you, it’s that he’s afraid of messing up. after lots of reassurance, he finally caves and you pull him closer. after he thinks you’re asleep, he mumbles sweet nothings in your ear, unknowing that you’re still awake.

dabi just stares at you. you want to do what? with him? he’ll hide his initial reaction by teasing you a bit before obliging your request, because honestly, how you he say no to such a pretty face? he uses his quirk to warm you up, loving the way you hold him tighter.

grinning hawks just beams with happiness. he puts down whatever he was working on, he can’t resist not having you in his arms a moment longer. he wraps his wings around you, and starts making the cutest coos. occasionally he fluffs his wings, tickling you in the nose as you both beam at each other.

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