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#especially considering Mac wasnt just lying to the people around him he was lying to himself
ricketycr1cks · 1 year
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I know obviously the plan wasn’t to make Mac gay in the early seasons but every time I watch back I think of Mac with internalized homophobia so bad he has convinced himself he was straight. Mac getting called slurs and bullied so relentlessly that he builds an impenetrable persona, one he won’t even let slip when he’s by himself, terrified once he lets it fall he will be too exhausted to keep it up. Mac getting so tired of spending almost two decades of his life pretending to be someone he isn’t that he gets sloppy, Mac who can’t even get himself to have sex with women anymore. I know it wasn’t the intention but they made one of the most accurate portrayals of internalized homophobia I’ve ever seen in media.
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backtobackbakubabe · 4 years
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Homesick
Bakugo x reader
Reader is from the southern United States. She’s a bit homesick and is sad about missing thanksgiving. Bakugo delivers.
Fluffff
Words: 1448 
written: 12/3/19
Requested: No 
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There she goes again. Making a huge mess in the kitchen. Bokugo hated messy people, especially when they left a mess in his kitchen. But every time he’d try and confront her she’d flash that mega what smile and say something dumb in her even dumber accent.
Y/n was from the United States and had the sweetest most annoying southern accent. She swore everyone was crazy and insisted she didn’t, but she totally did and it drove Bakugo crazy.
You also had the thickest skin out of all your classmates. Nothing bokugo did or said affected you what so ever. You would just sit there while he yelled and calmly respond in some sassy way that made his blood boil.
He decided today was the day. He was going to tell that idiot brat off it was the last thing he did. He stormed off to your dorm room and raised his hand to pound on the door when it swung open. He froze at the sight of you. You were wearing an oversized T-shirt that hung off one shoulder. It had some American school on it but he didn’t know which one nor did he care. You were wearing pajama shorts that gave him an excellent view of your legs, and your hair was in a lazy braid. But what really stopped Bakugo in his tracks was your face. It was red and splotchy like you had been crying. Oh shit no way he can yell at you now. “Oi what the fucks wrong with you?”
You gave him a small smile, “Sorry Kats, I was just on the phone with my mom back home. Tomorrow is thanksgiving and I guess I’m just a little homesick. Totally pathetic right?”
He wanted to say yes but instead all that came out was, “tsk” he menatally kicked himself at how stupid he was. “You’re pathetic anyways so who cares. Cry if you want.”
You knit your eyebrows together, “You know Kats you’re the only person alive who can give encouraging insults.”
He narrowed his eyes, “Shut up. And How many times do you I have to to tell you to stop calling me Kats?!” He knew Japanese wasn’t your first language but it was good enough for you to know his name isn’t fucking Kats.
You just giggled, “Oh but it fits you so well! You’re such a cute grumpy cat. It’s adorable!”
He was seething. First you make a mess in his kitchen. Then you dare call him adorable?! “Who the fuck are you calling adorable?!”
You smiled at his display of outrage, “Don’t get your panties in a wad I was just messin with ya.”
He rolled his eyes before storming off already promising himslef he’d yell at you for the kitchen later. But for now he needed to go to the store. He had a lot of cooking to do.
~~~~~The following weekend~~~~~
He had stayed up all night researching what Americans ate on thanksgiving. It all sounded dumb but whatever. He had managed to mention his idea to Kirishima, who mentioned it to Mina, who put it in a group text. So before he knew it everyone was on board and no one had to know it was his idea. Can’t let anyone think he’s getting soft.
He got up super early and started cooking. Knowing you always slept in on Saturdays so he knew he should have plenty of time. He made all the traditional food, Mac n cheese, mashed potatoes, green bean cassarole, stuffing, and even a small rotisserie chicken (he couldn’t find a fucking turkey).
He pulled the pumpkin pie out of the oven and the only thing left was tea. He had never seen you drink tea but according to the internet a lot of southern people drink tea on thanksgiving. He shrugged before putting a kettle on.
Dunce face came sprinting down the hallway to the kitchen, “She’s coming! She’s coming!”
Bakugo took the towel in his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, “yeah and she’s not deaf so stop yelling!”
You walked into the kitchen totally bypassing all the cooked food and went straight to the cabinet and pulled out a box of cereal. Everyone was dealthly quiet just waiting for you to notice.
However Bakugo was not that patient, “Oi! Cowgirl are you seriously going to sit there and eat cereal after we made you a fucking feast for a holiday we don’t even fucking celebrate?!”
You finally looked up and noticed all the food and your chin dropped, “Holy shit! Guys! You didn’t have to do all of this!”
You were beaming. You looked so happy surrounded by your friends eating food from your home. It made Bakugos heart swell with pride that he’s the one who made all this happen. Weather you knew it or not he was the reason you had that smile on your face.
Everyone had a great time and it was time to start cleaning up. He was putting some dishes in the sink when he noticed you hadn’t touched the tea. Quirking an eyebrow he looked over to you, “hey y/n! You didn’t drink any tea! What gives?!”
You skipped over to him still on cloud 9, “what tea? I didn’t know there was any tea!”
He just pointed at the kettle on the stove and you slightly pouted. “Oh right. I guess that would make sense. You guys drink hot tea here. Back home we drank cold tea with lots and lots of sugar. It’s called sweet tea.”
Bakugo blanched at you, “What kind of idiots drink cold tea. What the fuck is wrong with you people?!”
You just smiled that sweet smile of yours, “Thank you so much Bakugo. This really was sweet of you.” She squeezed his shoulder before walking away to her room..... and leaving him alone to clean the kitchen.... again.
“Damnit y/n” okay that was it. He was going to go to go to your room and scold you for not cleaning up after yourself! For real this time.... as soon as he looked up how to make cold sweet tea.... shit he’s already whipped.
Making the tea took way longer than expected. He had to let it sit in the refrigerator for what seemed like an eternity before it was ready.
Not even bothering with cups he just grabbed the pitcher and stomped off to your room.
To annoyed to knock he just started kicking the door repeatedly until you opened it wiping you’re eyes like you just woke up. Fuck you were cute.
“Were you really fucking sleeping?! You just woke up like 5 hours ago! How could you possibly be tired?!”
You shrugged, “Traditonal thanksgiving nap. I was full and needed to sleep it off.” You looked down at his hands and saw the pitcher, “Kats you didn’t?! Oh bless your heart did you make me sweet tea?”
He held it out for you with a nod mumbling something about his name not being Kats. “We didn’t have a lot of sugar, so” he rubbed the back of his neck, “if it’s not sweet enough or whatever I can always get you some more sugar.”
You took the pitcher from his hands and took a sip straight from it like the heathen you were. Although Bakugo would be lying is he said he didn’t think it was cute.
“You know you really are too kind Bokugo. You don’t need to do all this for me.”
He narrowed his eyes, “Are you stupid! This wasnt my idea. I’m just the only one who can cook. This was all the extras idea.”
You stepped a bit closer throwing him a flirty look, “Well that’s amazing considering I didn’t tell anyone else I was homesick... just you.”
Shit you had him there. “Shut up and drink your cold tea.” His cheeks were tinted the cutest shade of pink.
You took another sip of the tea in your hands, “You know I think I could use some sugar after all.”
Bokugo groaned, “Fine! I’ll go to the store you ungrateful brat.” He started to turn around but you caught his wrist.
“I said I need some sugar Kats, not the tea...”
He just stared at you like you had lost your mind , “Back home you know sugar can also mean something else.” You put the pitcher on your desk and took another step closer to him, now invading his personal space. “It could also mean kiss.”
Bokugo arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as his eyes darted down to your lips.
“Give me some sugar Kats.”
..... And then he did.
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