#bakugou reader

Explosive. Hot-tempered. Short fuse. An unsupervised stick of dynamite. By luck or with no luck at all, you found yourself born to a family like no other. Quite literally. Your father was the one and only Superman, man of steel. You had two brothers, one of them being a clone of Superman. An aunt of sorts. A kickass news reporter for a mother. And even the dog had the same powers and came from the same planet as your dad. But you? Oh something happened to you. The gene pool went haywire, you were sure of it. You didn’t get the power of flight, nor the ability to shoot lasers from your eyes. Hell, even your body wasn’t durable. It was like you were just some random guy off the street!

You did get one thing though. And you played the role well.

“It’ll be fine Lois.”

“Are you sure Clark?”

“I’m sure.”

You didn’t get super hearing either, but damn were the walls thin in this house.

“As long as he doesn’t create those … explosions form his hands again, then the school will just think he brought in firecrackers.”

Explosions… You don’t know why, but unlike your siblings you didn’t get any fancy powers like that of a kryptonian. You don’t even feel stronger by standing in the sunlight. No, instead you are able to create explosions from your palms. You aren’t sure why your body is like this, but it is. And you’re treated differently. You can see it. Feel it. Every time you sat at the table for breakfast, lunch, or dinner – you feel it. How their eyes are on you, on your hands. They focus on your palms as if you are going to explode the cereal bowl or the dinner plate.

It was like they were walking on eggshells with you. It made your jaw clench and your leg to bounce. The turning point was probably when you got overly excited about a new game or movie and tiny explosions, miniscule in nature, set off in your palm. It made your mother jump away from you. You could see that she didn’t mean it, meant no harm in any shape, way, or form. It still happened though.

Hey guys! Anyone who follows me or keeps track on the stuff I post probably already know about this. However, I'll explain the situation again completely for people who don't know.

I am from a very toxic family. When I say it's toxic, I'm not kidding at all. People here on tumblr don't know me personally and that's exactly why I feel more comfortable about sharing my whole story here. An example of their toxicity can be the fact that the entire family likes to pretend that I have not been molested by my uncle when I was younger. Imagine a 8 year old being told that the guy was "just playing" and to "forget what happened". Infact, that man still shows up at my home on a daily basis. Yes, he never faced any consequences and my family pretends nothing happened even when he clearly looks at me inappropriately (he had the balls to ask me if I watch hentai just a few days back)

There are many more instances to how my family is completely destroying my mental health (like the domestic violence that happens every other day or the overly controlling parents to the extent that I can't lock the bathroom door for over 5 minutes). If I were to go on about it, I can go on for hours.

I always thought that if I got good grades on my A Level exams, I can finally leave this behind. That I can move abroad with a scholarship and start over. When I scored really well in my exams, I was overjoyed. When I applied in an university at canada and got into it with a scholarship, I couldn't express how happy I was. I thought I won this tiring and lengthy war against my family. I was going to be free.

And I was wrong. The scholarship did not cover all my tuition fees. Hell, I also had to pay for my residence, food etc. With a part time job, I could've easily paid for the latter but I still needed help from my family with my tuition fees. And they did exactly what I was afraid of. They refused. Suddenly, I was stuck with this one plan of getting a professional degree and a job I never wanted. I was successfully trapped into their fuckery.

That was till a few days ago, a certain situation finally made me want to give one last shot at the life I want. I'm not ready to give up yet. If reality is the fact that I could never make my dreams of moving away be fulfilled, I am not ready to face that reality yet.

Which is why, I decided to do a crowdfunding. If any of you help, even a single dollar helps, trust me, please donate at this link. I would be utterly grateful.

the new bakugou?

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 - [ 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 ]

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜) : none? [bakugou!sister]

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : verbal abuse , abusive mother , injury , not proof read

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : fluff

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 328

𝚊/𝚗 : its been a minuteeee. sorry for not posting. i’m trying to get a writing schedule.

this is also rlly short

also bakugou’s sister is part of the ‘big four’ (basically big three plus her). also bakugou’s not on house arrest rn.

i also couldn't think of a title ,, pls tell me if u think of another

“Listen carefully.” Class 1A’s teacher started as four third years walked into the classroom. “The four third years that stand at the top of U.A’s students.”

Plz you guys none of my friends understand and I can't talk to anyone about it !! I JUST WANNA TRADE ANIME TIKTOKS AND FANGIRL AND DEBATE TOGETHER...

Imagine

↳ In which you have a timer that counts the last seconds till you meet your soulmate.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki × Fem!Reader

Warning! Angsty ig?

Word count: 0.7k

I stared at the numbers that continued to go down. I could hear the small TICK TOCK TICK TOCK inside my head. Five, four, three, two, one. 

Three hours and forty-six minutes left. 

In three hours and forty-six minutes, I'll meet the love of my life, my soulmate, my destined love. 

Hi Anon! I’ll admit, this one was a bit of a challenge, but I educated myself with the help of the internet and a friend. If you notice anything wrong with this, please let me know, that way I can continue educating myself. 

That being said, enjoy the headcanons!  

All Might:

When you’ve just met, All Might unknowingly uses the wrong pronouns. Once you point out that you’d rather not be addressed with those pronouns, he starts trying his very best to change up his habits. At first, he doesn’t even question why you want to use different pronouns than what he initially assumed. He just accepts you. Once the two of you feel a little bit more comfortable around him, he’ll ask you about your gender identification.

So eventually you tell him. He’ll ask for more information, as he’s been too out of the loop doing hero work, that he doesn’t fully understand what it means. It’s something about you though, so he is more than willing to learn. He is very understanding about it, and isn’t judging you in any way.

After telling him all about it, he’ll ask how he can support you with daily things. Nothing is too much effort when it comes to you. Unknown to you, he’ll also start doing some research on the internet to find out more.

All Might will shower you in love, affection and affirmations. And if that’s not what you need at that moment? Say the word, and he’ll stop. Social queues really aren’t his strong point, so you’ll need to be vocal with what it is you do and don’t need.

Unless you don’t want people to know, All Might will support you in public as well. Correcting people when they use the wrong pronouns, or defending you when people want to tell you you’re about to use ‘the wrong bathroom’. He’s rather protective, and will shield you from as much oppression about it as he can, while allowing you to talk with anyone who wants to learn, as long as you’re up for it.

All in All, All Might will have a lot to learn, but he will try his very best to support you in any way you need.

 Aizawa:

Like many cismen, Aizawa doesn’t remember that there are other sets of pronouns that he can use in the beginning. He will keep using she/him when referring to you, and you’re a little scared to correct him.

Aizawa is a perceptive one though, and your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed. Eventually he asks you if he has been making wrong assumptions. When you admit that he has been doing just that, Aizawa instantly apologizes, and he tells you he’ll change it up to whatever you need it to be.

As he isn’t the most sociable person, Aizawa has basic knowledge of what being non-binary means, but he’s never closely interacted with someone who is non-binary. He has no problem switching to referring to you with the correct pronouns, but there are other things in daily life that he never realised you might struggle with, and that he might need to adapt himself to. Every day he gets better.

Out in public, Aizawa will only defend you if needed. You’re a strong person, and you can handle yourself. Whenever people start getting unreasonable or hurtful, he will step in and calmly but firmly tell people that that’s enough. Luckily he’s rather intimidating, and he will scare most people into apologizing, or at least into leaving you alone.

Once he notices you’re feeling dysphoric, he’ll start doing things to hopefully alleviate the feeling. Depending on what it is you need, he’ll either help you relax, or he’ll keep busy with you. Whichever it is, your favourite music is playing in the background.

You bet this man will give you all the affirmations you need when you’re feeling bad, and he’ll support you through every decision you make to feel better.

 Bakugou:

When you tell him you want to be addressed with a different name and different pronouns, Bakugou is very confused at first. Why the sudden change in name? Why the change in pronouns, you’re still a boy/girl, right? All the standard questions of people who have no idea what being non-binary means.

It’s going to take a lot of explaining to make Bakugou realise the gravity of your declaration. At first, he’s having a hard time adjusting himself it, but he loves you, and your gender identity isn’t going to change that.

Be prepared to hear the name he used to call you a lot, followed by ‘fuck, no, that’s wrong’ and then your chosen name. Referring to you as his boyfriend/girlfriend/partner will also take a lot of cursing, but he will get there!

Even if he’s still getting used to the changes himself, he will cuss out anyone who messes it up and doesn’t correct themselves. Messing up is awkward enough for you as it is, but he doesn’t want people to keep using the wrong name or pronouns. Even when you’re not there, he’s standing up for you.

Bakugou really struggles when you’re feeling dysphoric, because he wants you to be comfortable but he has no idea how to make you feel more comfortable. What he does do is drop any aggression he usually displays, talking softly, anything to make you at least feel safe around him. He’ll outright ask you what he needs to do when you’re feeling like that, and how you need him to act around you.

Requested: Nope!

Warnings: Nah

A/N: It's 12 AM on a Wednesday and this idea popped up.

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At first, he treated you like everyone else. In his eyes, you were nothing but another extra, as he called you. But things changed after you made the simple gesture of standing up for him, after some older students began attacking him verbally. He never thanked you, but the manner in which he treated you had subtly changed since then. While he cursed other people and called them names, he seemed to avoid saying certain things to you.

Seeing the tolerating relationship between you two, people began suspecting something even more was between you. On several occasions, you were even asked if you were his girlfriend. Hell, even Deku asked you about it.

To be honest with yourself, he was attractive, and he definitely had the brains. The only thing that pushed you off, however, was his rather pompous personality. Things were, however, about to take a turn on a Thursday afternoon.

'Alright, y'all,' Aizawa said, during one of the homeroom hours he held for the 1-A students, 'I prepared an assignment that's due next week. You will have to work with someone and make a presentation of three minutes on how the Hero system can improve its security. You cannot choose with who you work. You can be as creative as you want, but keep in mind that you must have a PowerPoint that holds all the information that you'll present us.'

You sighed, just as the rest of the 1-A students. It was a pity- you had a particular strong friendship with Momo, reason for which you hoped that you could work with her.

'I put all your names in a bag, right here,' Aizawa pointed at a black, small, leather bag on his desk, 'Half of you will pick out a piece of paper with a name on it. Whosoever name you got, that's the person you'll work with. All clear?'

'Yes, sensei.' The group of students answered, in unison.

'Good.' Aizawa nodded, as he picked a random piece of paper out of the bag, 'Let's see... Momo, come take a paper.'

Momo did as she was asked to- she walked to the front desk and took a piece of paper out of the bag. Please let it be me, please let it be me., you thought.

'Ashido Mina.'

You pursed your lips. Not this time, you guessed. Momo looked at you and smiled softly. As she passed by your seat, she whispered a quick apology. You weren't mad at her. You didn't need her apology. You were very much aware that it was beyond her control to choose who she was working with that time.

Seeing how you wouldn't be working with your favourite person in that class, you scanned your classmates, looking for other good options you'd have. Deku could be a great person to work with, due to his knowledge over heroes and his persona, maybe Tsuyu would be nice too... Bakugou. He had his knowledge on heroes and the hero system, but seeing how the amount of patience within him was equal to a peppercorn, you doubted how well he's work with anyone.

Aizawa took another piece of paper out of the bag. 'Bakugou.'

The blonde boy stood up and walked proud fully towards the desk. He put his hand inside the bag and took a few moments to mix all pieces of papers inside, before eventually taking one out. He looked at the name on his paper and let his face visibly drop. He didn't have the smallest ounce of anger on his face, but he did seem... frustrated, in a way. You almost wanted to laugh. It was Deku, wasn't it?

'Bakugou,' Aizawa said coldly, 'Who is it?'

Bakugou looked at the man irritated, regaining his composure. 'Y/N.'

You felt your entire body cool off as everyone looked at you. Really...? Did... Did I just jinx it?

'So... Bakugou and Y/N,' Aizawa repeated as he wrote it on a piece of paper, 'Got it.'

'Don't say it like that.' Bakugou mumbled as he walked back to his seat.

By the end of the class, everyone had a partner. As everyone walked out class, you tried catching up to Bakugou. Finally reaching him on the hallway, you put your hand on his shoulder for a moment, as a request for your presence to be acknowledged.

'Hey, are you free this-' You began, only to freeze at the look he gave you.

He turned his head to you with a ice-cold look. He brushed off your hand off his shoulder without saying a word.

'What?' You asked.

'Leave me alone.' He demanded, coldly.

You weren't the type of person to give up so easily, but something in his tone and eyes made you rethink your choices. You shook your head.

'Alright then, mister bad mood. See you later.'

With that, you turned around and walked the other way down the hallway. You could live with a bad opinion on you. Or two, or three. It didn't matter to you much- there would always be people who won't like you, and it was okay. It wasn't even like you and Katsuki had a relationship anywhere near close, so you didn't miss out on much. All you had for each other was a slightly higher tolerance than with most people.

What you didn't know as you walked down the hallway was that Bakugou remained frozen on his spot with pursed lips, watching you get lost in the crowd of students.

'You didn't have to do her like that, you know.' A familiar voice said, next to him.

Bakugou snapped out of his trance and looked at the owner of the voice, only to recognise the relaxed face of a blonde boy in his class who looked at him expectantly.

'I know you have everyone, but-' he continued, but got interrupted mid-sentence.

'Do her like what?' A redhead boy, Kirishima, said with a laugh, 'Don't be stupid, Kaminari. Haven't you seen?'

'See what?' Kaminari frowned, as Bakugou looked at Kirishima in confusion, waiting for a more in-depth explanation.

'Bakugou,' Kirishima said, calmly, 'If you really like Y/N, your current attitude won't help, even if you do your be-'

Once he processed what the boy meant, Bakugou didn't hesitate to silence him through planting a rather violent kick on his head.

'Shut up! Who said I like her?' He yelled in his usual tone.

Kirishima laughed dryly as he rubbed the back of his head. He joked lightly on a different topic, in the hope that he'd change the mood.

As he and the two boys walked down the hallway to their next classroom, Bakugou snorted. Like you. He didn't even know why he tolerated you this much. Your Quirk wasn't anything spectacular, your skills were just a little above average, and he's seen girls who could be considered prettier.

Yet.. that once simple attempt to stand up for him while others took the chance to make him taste his own medicine did catch his attention. It was the first time he felt weak, and it was the first time he felt someone want to be by his side.

The rest of the day passed by rather quickly, as you occupied his mind through the rest of the classes. That evening, you were in your own room in the 1-A dormitory, completing an English essay that was due the next day. An unexpected light knock on your door made you jump.

For a moment, you looked at the clock. It was fifteen minutes past eight. Dinner was just an hour and a half or so ago, and most students preferred to be in their own bedrooms at the time, completing their homeworks. Who would bother visiting you?

You walked to the door and opened it curiously. You expected one of your friends to be there to ask you if they could borrow some school supplies or to ask you something regarding schoolwork, but that wasn't the case this time.

'Eh... Bakugou. Hi,' you greeted surprised as the boy looked at you with his typical frown, 'How can I help you?'

'May I come in?' He demanded.

'Of course. Enter.'

You backed away, allowing him to enter before closing the door behind you. While seating yourself back on your desk chair, you watched how he threw himself nonchalantly. on your bed.

'So... what brings you here?' You asked, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

'Whatcha writing there?' Bakugou raised his head from your pillow, to get a little sight on your desk. 'The English essay? That was really easy.'

You smiled as you continued to write down the rest of the essay. 'Yeah. It's not that hard.'

As you wrote, he didn't say anything. He simply watched you write. You two didn't get any moments to be alone, so you never got to truly know what the other was like when not under the influence of impressing others. He's looked at you before, but he couldn't remain and watch you for too long, in fear of someone noticing. It was in that moment Bakugou truly got to admire you for the first time.

It was then he realised how much he loved the way you looked when concentrating, the little tics you had while focusing, and how well you could use your time without getting distracted. He loved the way you talked, the colour of your eyes, and the way you always looked at things so optimistically. He loved the way how, even if you couldn't do something in that moment, you always pushed your limits to become better. He loved you.

After a while, he got up from your bed and walked behind you, looking at your essay over your shoulder.

'Hey, watch out,' he said as he pointed at a word on your paper, 'You forgot an h after the t.'

You analysed the word before turning at him with a smile. 'Thank you.'

At the sight of your smile, the corners of his mouth rised up inevitably.

'Tch,' he said as he grabbed a small chair and seated himself next to you. 'No need to thank me... loser.'

You smirked. 'Aren't we all losers at something?'

He didn't say anything, but he looked at you with a challenging gaze in his eyes, before resting his head over his arms on your desk. For the next ten minutes, neither of you said anything, except for the occasional moments when Bakugou would correct your mistakes on your paper.

Being honest with yourself, even if you knew that he was smart, you didn't expect him to do so well in theoretical classes. He gave off more of a street-smart aura that had you assuming that he just memorized everything before an exam or test and then let it go once the testing was over.

'There.' You smiled as you arranged your papers who were now full of writing, 'Essay's done. At last.'

Bakugou snorted. 'At last.'

'Thank you for your help, by the way. Is there anything I can help you with in return?'

You locked eyes with him curiously, as he thought. He opened his mouth almost immediately, ready to refuse, but a better idea came to him.

'Are you free this Saturday?' He asked, his smirk not leaving his face.

You felt how your face heated up, resulting in your cheeks turning as red as they could. What is this...?

'Ah... yes. I am. Why?'

'[Insert favourite movie]'s premiere is this Saturday in the cinema, isn't it? I thought you wanted to see that movie.'

Seeing the offer, you couldn't help but laugh. You couldn't say that any of the girls in 1-A were interested in seeing that movie, and you didn't know many people outside your classroom.

'Yes, I do want to see it!' You smiled.

'Then... will you go out with me, Y/N?' He asked.

The confidence he usually presented wasn't there in that moment, and you could easily feel it. You felt how vulnerable he was in that moment as he waited for your answer, and you couldn't understand why. Why would the king of confidence lose his wealth for a girl? Why would a king lose his wealth for a stranger?

'I would love to go out with you, Bakguou.'

You didn't even know why you accepted. You knew how rejecting that he normally was with everyone. Yet... in that moment, it felt different. It always felt a little different, but now the sensation that he might've been more than the hot-blooded demon he was in and outside class.

Bakugou smiled broadly as he got up from your desk. 'This Sautrday at six, then.'

He paused a moment as his eyes lingered a moment from you to your completed essay, and then back to you.

'Good luck with your essay... and everything else.'

'Thanks. You too.'

You watched how he walked to the other side of the room and pressed the doorknob. Just before opening the door, he looked back at you.

'Hey, Y/N?'

'Yeah?'

'Goodnight.'

So, we decided to do a little challenge as a pick me up for a friend who has been feeling down. She's an amazing writer and a sweetheart.

I totally did not follow the prompt, which is drummer Bakugou. I tried to imply that he's a drummer. Please forgive me. We love you.

@katsuizukiri

Star Crossed Journey✨

His broad palms swipes up against your cheek in an attempt to tuck your hair away. The rough underside from calloused grips bristles and smushes your view. He is fire and explosions and you are a milky way day dreamer, but it's just thrumming currents now.

"What's wrong?" His voice is rumbling thunder like the music he makes.

"Nothing" you lie, shocked that he's here. More embarrassed that he's caught you hiding alone in the classroom. You play it cool, pressing the same cheek against your palm, lazily looking back out the window.

He shifts in his seat next to you. The rustling of his clothes dulled by the setting sun and impending storm gently billowing the curtains. Those palms flatten onto the desk in front of you, garnet eyes glinting something fierce in the waning light.

"Like Hell it's nothing!" He harshly whispers. It's just you two and no one will hear anyway, but somehow he obeys the quiet atmosphere.

You say nothing, trying not crumble. Don't be weak, you think. So you blink back the stars in your eyes, blink away the stardust before they litter your lashes. You look up and you let the void of black holes take their place.

"Stop that!" He actually shouts now his voice cuts through the haze of sunset like his hand shooting out to grip your wrist.

"wh-stop what?!" You sputter confused, jostled physically & metaphorically. His palms feel like molten lava coursing through his skin, it burns. You make no move to remove his hand.

He narrows his eyes and furrows his brows. "You know what I'm talking about." His grip tightens and his thumb rubs against your pulse point. Stuttering, like your words. Don't lie. His pointed gaze... judging.

Words bubble up from under his burning grip and gather in your throat. You quickly press your lips together in a frown to prevent them from flowing out. What do you know? You're so sanctimonious! Not everyone can just keep going. We're not all gifted and lucky and as privileged as you! It's not easy! I am trying!!! But the blocks just get harder and steeper and longer... And I am tired... Where is the end? You look away, ashamed or angry. You're not sure.

"Hey!" He shakes your arm, effectively deciding for you. Pissed off.

"What do you want, Bakugou!" You glare at him. Just go away! You can feel all the words brimming under the surface and yourself just hanging by a thread. The remainder of your resolve like the thin lens of a microscope.

"Look at me," there's no pretense. There's no anger, no snark, no sarcasm. He looks at you. He really looks at you. And he's asking you to do the same.

CRACK!

The heaven rips apart as lightening bisects it and the deafening boom of nearby thunder hails your crumbling defenses. You feel it crumble like the sky suddenly pelting down, like your face and your tears. You sob once and heave a shuddering sigh. And another and another.

You let it all out. All. of. it. Your tears, your hiccuping words, your nightmares, and your dreams. All the shooting stars you've made wishes upon and all the demons you've clawed and cursed. They come spilling out with every trembling breath.

He drags you into his arms roughly and pushes the back of your head into his chest. He tucks you into him, he hates coddling but he also hates your tears. He thinks he indulges you, but honestly he indulges himself just as much.

When you're done and you pull away, he looks at you again. "I know it's hard. It's not easy to get where we want to go. And... sometimes we get lost," he begins sincerely, "there isn't always an answer but it's how you rise to the occasion. Don't give up. I believe in you. I know you. " He pulls your hands into his again and gently thumbs over your pulse. "Cry, kick, scream. Don't hold back. Do it all. Do what you have to. I don't ever go down without a fight, I don't ever want you to lose that fire in your eyes." He smiles surely at you.