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mypimpademia · 2 years

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— Random Bakugo Headcanons

Bakugo x gn!reader

TW: domestic hcs, some hcs are suggestive, some involve children

Note: random fluffy bakugo headcanons I came up with during my massive brainrot for him! If you follow me you've probably seen some already😭 enjoy! 💖

And I came up w a lot of these while talking to @katsumiiii ! The portion w bakugo and his kids was based off of this post

⇶ Despite his atrocious attitude, katsuki is actually very attentive to you, and he's ready to do anything you need, even if he complains

⇶ He pays for literally everything. You're not allowed to spend a penny on his watch, and if you do he honestly gets upset when you spend your own money

⇶ Katsuki likes to take time to admire you. He swears you're an angel, and absolutely worships you

⇶ Just swears he has to kiss every inch of toy and tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you or he'll die

⇶ Admittedly, Katsukis kisses are a bit rough. Just because it's in his nature, but at the same time they're so sweet and passionate, and he pays attention to see what you do and don't like

⇶ He takes his time with kissing you up too, wants you to make sure you know you're loved

⇶ He wears cherry chapstick, and we've all seen how he brushes his teeth, so even though it sounds weird when you say it to friends, but he tastes good

⇶ Sweet, and a little citrusy, and paired with the way he kisses you its so addictive. You will never want to stop kissing him and that's completely fine by him!

⇶ Also gives really grumpy morning kisses with his eyes still shut

⇶ Katsuki also likes to randomly kiss and nip at random parts of your body

⇶ He'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, nipping at your neck before pressing a few kisses to the side of your face and asking what you're doing

⇶ Or if he's laying down between your legs with his head on your stomach, he'll do the same to your inner thighs

⇶ Maybe it's because he enjoys praise, but he really likes when you admire different parts of his body

⇶ Especially his arms, and his torso in general

⇶ He'll become putty in your hands if you do what he does to you and kiss all over him

⇶ Don't even get him started if you have lipstick or lip gloss on and it leaves marks on his skin

⇶ Especially if you reapply it just to mess it up again. Katsuki finds anything you do incredible and enamoring, but this is his favorite by far and you always end up doing much more than kissing

⇶ He's got not an ounce of shame in him either, wears every mark like it's a medal and declines if you offer to wipe it off him

⇶ Has definitely worn them into a live TV interview before and got a kick out of the face the host made when seeing the lipstick/gloss marks

⇶ Once again, despite his attitude and the way he acts, Katsuki really enjoys the thought of settling down one day

⇶ Of course he prioritizes being an incredible hero beforehand (but it doesnt get in the way of your relationship or his love for you) just because it's his lifelong dream, but domestic life is right behind it

⇶ He's also not the type to go around dating people or even sleeping with them, he's a very "date to marry" type. He's not focused on his career, and he feels like it's a waste of time to both himself and the other people if he's not really into them like that

⇶ So when he found you, you're his one and only ever. You are his person, his first and last everything

⇶ Heavily enjoys things like cooking together, grocery shopping together, cleaning together, etc. Just anything domestic-like that he can do with you

⇶ And of course your cute little at home dates like movie nights or days where you wind down together, wrapped in each other's arms. Those are his favorite because he just gets to be with you after always going out and risking his life with hero work, you're like his sanctuary

⇶ His domestic dream includes a couple of Bakugo offspring too!

⇶ 1 to 3 of them to be exact, and he'd cherish them withe every once of his being

⇶ Also avoids doing a lot of the things his parents did while raising him. He loves his parents, and to him they were good parents but he knows their parenting style wasn't exactly amazing

⇶ Doesn't so much as yell at his kids, just the thought makes him feel terrible

⇶ But of course, he does have a habit of yelling and he's only human so he does get frustrated. He always takes a minute to calm down or talk to you to avoid getting angry with them, or just passes the situation to you as a whole

⇶ Katsuki is veryyy overprotective of his children as well, doesn't like for anyone to even walk past them to closely

⇶ Gets aggressive towards paparazzi when he's out with his kids too, and yells at them to stay the hell away from his kids

⇶ Especially when he sees that the random attention from strangers in their face with cameras is putting them in distress, it breaks his heart and he feels like it's his fault since it's really him bringing in the attraction from the media

⇶ Definitely takes his kids for daddy dates, especially if he's got a little girl he shows her how she should be treated by her partners

⇶ And of course he often shows love to you in front of the kids to give a good example of a healthy relationship

⇶ Doesn't make many promises towards them unfortunately, just because his job is so demanding and sometimes he can always fulfill promises

⇶ He's very clear with it too, makes sure they know how much he wants to attend things like school events, but that sometimes he just can't. But he always tries to attend, and does a good job at it, never misses events like "Donuts with Dad" or their graduations

⇶ When he does make promises, he always goes through with them. Even if it means showing up to their school events still in his hero costume. But all the kids think it's cool anyways, so it's fine either way

⇶ Makes a big deal out of the graduations too, even if it's just for grade school. Takes them out to eat where ever they want and gets them a cake

⇶ Katsuki struggled (and still struggles as an adult) with seeing his accomplishments as accomplishments, and he doesn't want his kids to have the same problem and does so by showing them that little things matter

⇶ He definitely picked up some form of art when he was younger, even before you and him had your kids

⇶ It was likely pottery and ceramics, he found it relaxing in comparison to the stressful work of being a pro hero

⇶ Katsuki was a natural at it just like he is with most things, and tended to make a lot of pots, mugs, and bowls

⇶ He asked you to paint a lot of them, and they sit somewhere in your house as decorations or are used for dining

⇶ And once the kids were born, he made two mugs with their handprints on it, one for you and one for him

⇶ And of course personal mugs for the kids themselves

⇶ As Katsuki gets older, he leans more into other artistry like sculpting

⇶ He starts off abstract at first, just because it was honestly harder than he imagined, and made little pieces to go around your house

⇶ Makes one for your entire family that sits on your mantle piece above the fireplace

⇶ And one for each of the kids as part of their high school graduation gift

⇶ Once Katsuki retires from hero work, he gets much better at sculpting since he has more time on his hands

⇶ His biggest piece, and the one he loves the most and is most proud of, is a life sized sculpture of you based around the 'Undine Rising From the Waters' statue

⇶ It was a birthday gift to you, and it took him a year to make. He holed up in the art studio of your house for a few hours a day just working on it. Admittedly, it had you concerned but in the end it was worth it because it was all for you

⇶ He only thought it was appropriate, he loves you so much, there's nothing he does do without you in mind, and you're his muse for all his work so of course he made a sculpture of you

⇶ To Katsuki you are his absolute everything, he didn't think of the idea of soulmates much until he met you, and now he thinks he found his

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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Aftercare w Katsuki

pairing: bakugo x gn!reader

cw: mentions of bite marks/hickeys, bondage (reader receiving), katsuki calls reader beautiful, suggestive but mostly pretty fluffy, not proofread

all characters aged up +22

MDNI

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Yall have gone at it, round and round. You're mind is foggy and your legs still shaking with the aftermath of your last orgasm. Katsuki was laying next to you, but all too soon he was pushing up and pulling the sheets off you. You whined in complaint, the cool air making you to tense away from him as it brushed over your still sensitive skin.

"Lemme look at you," he says, no shred of shame as his eyes drag across your skin. There's a certain cool possessiveness in his face as he runs his thumb over the bite mark on your hip, pressing a kiss to it. From your view it's less than he normally gives you, but you knew most of the marks from tonight were going to be on your inner thighs.

He pulls your legs apart gently, rubbing the skin at your knees where he's holding onto you. You feel a rush of cool between your legs as the air from the fan hits the slick still coating you. "You look so hot like this, baby. Wanna take a picture to look at when I'm missin' you at work."

You whined, trying to your knees together. You liked the praise, but it didn't make you any less shy. "Stop staring so hard and clean me up already."

"Just wanna make sure I didn't get getcha too hard anywhere." He's running his fingers over your inner thighs. "Anything hurt too bad?"

You shrug. "Not really. Just my hands fell asleep." You say, tugging lightly at the rope that bound your hands to the headboard. He smirked, seemingly proud of how long he'd spent between your legs. You rolled your eyes, but bit your lip when he straddled your lap to untie your hands. He barely pressed any weight to you, but you felt a rush of pleasure at seeing him over you.

"Already rearin' for another round?" He teased, looking down and smiling meanly at you.

You pouted, turning your head from him. "Get off me already."

He chuckled, bring your hands down in between you, massaging one first and then the other. "How they feel now?"

You nodded, telling him they were fine. He lifted himself over you and off the bed, reaching and plucking you from the bed. You laughed. "I can walk to the bathroom, Katsuki."

He shrugged. "Whatever, let me do it." Katsuki set you down on the toilet and got the shower running. Once he'd determined the temperature was right, he pulled you up toward him and pulled the curtain back for you.

You got in and turned to pout at him. "You're not gonna shower with me?"

He laughed. "You don't need me to help you shower. 'Sides, if I get in there we won't be doing much washing."

You gave him your best puppy eyes. "But that's okay."

He rolled his eyes at you now. "You're insatiable." He turned and walked toward the door. You sighed, but he had given you three orgasms already, just on his mouth. Not that it was your fault he'd said he wanted to treat you because of the promotion at work. But you were greedy.

When you turned off the water, you realized he'd set out your towel and slippers for you. Smiling, you towelled off and walked into the bedroom, butt naked, to see your boyfriend scrolling on his phone. When he finally looked up at you, you saw a flash of shock before a soft adoration colored his expression.

"Damn I sure know how to pick 'em. You're so fuckin' beautiful." He said, jumping up until he was facing you sitting at the edge of the bed. When you walked toward him he spread his legs so you could fit yourself between his thighs, and immediately he grabbed at your hips.

"You sure you don't want me to take care of you?" You asked sheepishly, reaching out and rubbing at his shoulders.

He groaned, and squeezed your hips. "Tempting, but not tonight. We just got you all cleaned up and if we take care of me I'll just make another mess."

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Fine. But you're making another mess tomorrow."

He grinned. "Deal." He gave you another long kiss, pulling away and looking down at your naked form. "Now let's get you changed and we'll put on something for bed."

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frekydeki · 1 year

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Birds of a Feather | Pt. 2

A/n | at this point I shouldn't even be surprised with myself for taking so long to get this second part done. For some reason I struggled so hard getting from point a to point b.

Pairing | (ex)Midoriya x Reader | Bakugo x Reader

Warnings | Lots of cursing.

Summary | In which Midoriya is the love of your life, but you’re not his. In this, you navigate the stormy waters of heartbreak, and at the eye of the storm, you find Bakugo… But you know what they say: birds of a feather flock together.

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| Part 1 |✨Part 2 ✨| Part 3: In progress

You’re running. There’s something biting at your heels; cold, looming, crushing. Your legs ache, and each step you take feels like you're wading through rushing water. A straight hallway with ugly grey wallpaper and water staining stretches out endlessly before you. Uneven floorboards that creak with each step and groan with the swaying walls. Old wooden doors are evenly spaced along the walls. You tried a few but found them all locked. The feeling of the icy water against your legs is rising higher, almost to your waist; yet there’s no water in sight.

God, you want to scream, but you can hardly bring in enough air to keep yourself upright. Pressure in your chest and tears clouding your eyes, you struggle to keep your footing against the swaying floorboards. There’s a pinch in your ankle, and suddenly you’re blinking at the deep grooves in the floorboards. What are you running from?

Doesn’t matter. You need to go. You try and push yourself up, legs scrambling to right yourself. Your body goes stiff as you’re consumed by a biting coldness, and slammed against the ground.

You can’t breathe. A single gasp for air, and you can feel your lungs filling with that same iciness. You’ve felt this before. Pulled under the waves at the beach on a family vacation; this horror, the burn… It’s the same. You’re drowning in the middle of a hallway with no water in sight.

Your fingers scratch against the floorboards, and you strain to look up, your gaze becoming fuzzy. Surrounded by light, you see a black figure… A person? Someone, running to you. Your mouth snaps shut. If you could just get the words out, maybe they’ll be able to save you…

Save you from what?

Your vision grows fuzzy, then dark, and your head falls with a harsh thunk on the floor.

You grunt as your fingers run over the cool wood floor. You feel the soft touch of a fuzzy rug and crack your eyes open as the sound of a door creaking open reaches your ears. The white ceiling above you has squares of pink and orange light cast across it from the window, and your sight is blocked by a familiar face craning over you.

“You okay?” You blink at him, ruby eyes steadily keeping your own confused gaze. “Did you hit your head?” He kneels down and waves his hand over your face, “Anyone home in there?” Swatting his hand away, you push yourself up and cradle your head as it begins throbbing.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” He scoffs and then offers a cup of water; it’s in your favorite mug, one of the two that were hanging next to the coffee machine. There’s only one hanging there now. You turn your eyes away and mumble no thanks. “You invited me to stay, dumbass.” Turning your eyes over the room, the suffocating memory of crying yourself to sleep – strangling your sobs with your pillow so Bakugo could sleep properly – rushes back to you. You can only manage to hum back to him in response. You play with the sleeve of your shirt before mumbling the first thing that came to your mind to direct his attention from your dulling gaze.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Once you finally shut up, yeah.”

“I thought you were already asleep!” You squeak. “You were snoring when I left.”

“Just cause I was snoring doesn’t mean I wouldn’t wake back up to you wailing in here…” Shoving the cup of water in your hand, he moves himself to the doorway and gazes down at you. “How’re you feeling?” Your nose scrunches and your eyes narrow.

“Who are you?” He frowns at you.

“Don’t.” The word comes out softly as he crosses his arms.

“What have you done with Bakugo?”

“Y/n, don’t.” His mouth lifts a little and the corners of his lips bury in his cheek. His eyes soften and almost take on a warm glimmer. “Let’s be adults for like ten seconds; are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” You quietly say, tapping your fingers against the glass and staring at the ripples. “You?” It’s quiet.

“I’m hungry.”

“How?” Your stomach rolls and you swallow thickly.

“I didn’t get shit faced. Get dressed. Let’s go to the store, I’ll make breakfast.”

“Why do I have to go?” You whine.

“Cause I’m wearing fuckin’ Garfield pajama pants!” He gestures to his pants; you hadn’t noticed. You blink and then scoff.

“You went to the bar in them last night! What’s so different now?” You quip back. He grunts and turns on his heel, shoves his hands into his pockets, and stiffly walks down the hallway mumbling profanities under his breath.

Heaving out a sigh, you pull on a sweatshirt over your t-shirt, and straighten out your sweatpants. You couldn’t let him go alone, especially if the only thing he escaped last night with was a pair of pajama pants… Can’t he just starve like everyone else who’s going through a hard breakup? You don’t even feel like being awake, let alone going to the damn grocery.

“I’ll go.” He finishes tying his shoes and grabs his keys before meeting your eye.

“Thanks.”

You leave the house with a small piece of paper scribbled with Bakugo’s sharp writing tight in your hand; the list is small… It’s easy enough.

Hand closing on the carton of eggs, you cast your eye to the two women on your left. You examine the eggs in your hand for cracks, but also consider the sneer placed on that ladies lips, amplified by the bubblegum pink lipstick painted on them. Usually, you don’t mind what other people have to say about you, but you expect them to not make it obvious they’re gawking at you… These ladies are definitely not considering the assortment of cheeses displayed in front of them. One with curly, short brown hair and deep lines under her eyes looks you up and down while her friend scrolls on her phone and casts piercing glances at you. You meet their eyes evenly before you take notice of the man across you shooting daggers. Heat spreads through your gut. You try and iron out your expression but bite the inside of your cheek.

Do you have something on your face? You lightly run your fingers over the corners of your mouth, push your hair from your face, and pat it down. It leaves your stomach a little heavier than before, and you’re grateful that you only have one thing left on the list. Some people don’t look at you while you pick out bread, but a young couple down the aisle point and whisper. You can’t make out anything they’re saying. You start toward them, set to keep moving past them, but then you meet their eye, and the words are suddenly pouring from your mouth:

“It’s so sad to see adults acting like children.” You look to the keys clenched in her hand, adorned with a keychain that says ‘#MomLife’; it actually makes your eye twitch. “I’m nervous for your kids.” You march away to the check-out.

You’re not sure why so many people in the store shot you looks like you were their high school best friend that stabbed them in the back, but you’re grateful that the clerk didn’t. All you have to do is pay and then you're out of here; no more weird glances, no more grannies mumbling to their son in the checkout lane about you. Your chest tightens and throat constricts. You can’t make out all of the words, but as you collect your bags, you hear her whisper:

“They’re dispicable.”

You flinch at the words and hurry from the store. What does she mean? Why would she say that? How the hell does she even know you? You grab for the car door and smack your lips when you find it locked. Bakugo spares you a glance from his phone and unlocks the door.

“Got it all?” He asks as he looks back to his phone, finishing a very long text with his lips pulled down into a thin frown. You nod, run your hands over your sweats, and turn your gaze back to the grocery store doors, flooded with people going in and out. You think of every eye that was on you, and wonder what would happen if you walked back in. Would they all stare at you like that again? Maybe you have something on your clothes? You pat yourself down, but – aside from a badly coordinated outfit – nothing is amiss. You flip down the mirror to double check your face for awkwardly placed drool.

Just paled skin and your sad eyes staring back. You freeze up as your stomach rolls. Sucking in a deep breath, you push the mirror back up and turn your eyes away again. Bakugo watches you with pinched brows.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” You answer, running your hands over your pants again.

“I don’t like liars.”

“Who does?” You scoff back, keeping your eyes on anything except his eyes that you feel drilling into you from the driver’s seat. Of all the things you find wonderful about Bakugo, his intense gaze has never been it. It’s like he has laser vision, peering right into you to read your mind like a children’s book.

“So don’t lie to me.”

“’Kay.” He doesn’t move to start driving. “What does it matter?” You snap, sending him a glare, but it quickly fizzles out as you meet his eye. Your eyes fall to your hands. “Can we go home?”

“Fine.” Bakugo grumbles at you under his breath for a minute. Your eyes flutter shut, and you rub your eyes.

“Did he message you?” He asks through the silence that's fallen between the two of you.

“No.”

“Look, can ya just tell me?”

“When you go out in public, do people look at you like you’re less than shit?”

“What? No! Did-“ Bakugo glances between you and the road, “Did someone do something to you in the store?”

“Nothing happened-“

“You can’t say nothing happened! Look at you! What the fuck happened?”

“Nothing, Bakugo. Everyone in there… They were just giving me weird looks.” You shake your head. “Maybe I was being crazy.” But that doesn’t explain the whispering. “When I was in line… The women behind me was whispering with her son and said ‘They’re dispicable’. And she was looking directly at me… Could I have heard them wrong? I don’t even know who they are!” He’s silent for a beat.

“What a bitch!” He blurts randomly. “Who just fuckin says that about someone they don’t know?” His hands grip the steering wheel tightly and he speeds up.

“Is my outfit that bad?” You wonder with a dry chuckle.

“No worse than mine.” His gray pajama pants with Garfield eating lasagna and a plain red t-shirt puts a small smile on your lips.

“I can understand why she said it if that’s the case.”

The rest of your drive passes in silence. He stops his car near the building instead of parking; you send him a confused look.

“Whatcha doin?”

“Dropping you off. I have to make a phone call really quick. Head on in and clean yourself up. I’ll be up in a few.” You watch him and nod. Taking up the few bags of groceries, you wave him off. When did he get so nice? Maybe he’s always been this nice, just not to you. He must've bagged it all up and gave it to Uraraka this whole time.

What a waste. It puts a bad taste in your mouth, so you swallow it and put the groceries away. You’re a little grateful for the silence in your apartment – even if it’s short lived – and decide a hot shower should put you right. You grab your comfiest clothes and head to the bathroom. You avoid looking at the mirror, light a candle, and flick the light off; the stupid vent turns on with the light, and you don’t feel like hearing all of that right now. You want a nice, hot, quiet shower.

You stand in the shower, still as a statue, watching your skin become irritated under the water. Emotions pile up on you like dirt and sweat, and you’ve not given much thought to how disgusting you’ve felt. The feeling of the water stream pelting on the back of your head, almost blocking every sound from the outside world, lulls you into a mindless state. You forget yourself as you stand swaying in the shower with shut eyes. Before you know it, it’s been ten minutes and the front door of your apartment is slamming shut. You almost felt the floor shake from how hard the door was slammed, and it makes your stomach tumble right back down into hell.

You scrub up quickly, dry and dress, then head out to the kitchen to see what the deal is. Bakugo is fast at work. His broad shoulders are visibly tense, and the longer you watch him, the more you notice how stiffly he’s moving, how hard he’s slamming the knife down onto the cutting board, and his uneven, heavy breaths.

“You okay?” You’re tired of hearing that sentence; it’s been less than twenty-four hours, but you’ve heard it enough. Bakugo’s hands slow before he continues working away, switching between checking the food cooking on the stove and dicing vegetables. At his silence, you shrug and brew some coffee. “I feel better after the shower. You should take one, I’ll clean up after we eat.” He grunts back at you. “I have some big shirts I can let you borrow… I might be able to find a pair of sweats that’ll fit you somewhere…” You fill the silence with idle chatter, pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and offer to pour him some.

“More of a juice guy.”

“Interesting.” You say. You snatch up the orange juice and pour him a glass.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Your chest lightens as he seems to come back into himself a little bit, and you shrug.

“Dunno… Figured you for a bitter drink man. You know, macho man, no one can see you eating anything sweet.” You set the table as he lays out the collection of small dishes he’s put together. “It’s amazing that you managed to put this together from the random assortment of shit in my fridge.”

“Yeah, just don’t go telling everybody I made ya breakfast.”

“Why not?”

“Doesn’t fit the image.”

“And drinking juice does?” He sits in the seat across from you with a hard look but a lift in his lip. “Anyways, what’s image got to do with being able to cook? Is it a bad thing that you can put together a great meal? Does it make you less of a man? Less of a hero?”

“No.” He curtly responds. “I just don’t want the entire world to know me.”

“Well, that doesn’t make much sense considering your life’s dream.”

“Being number one hero is… Not being a celebrity with tabloid articles being written about every little fucking thing that I do. The littlest shit is fucking gold to those leeches. An accountant goes out to get drinks with his buddies, he just went out to get drinks with his buddies… But me? I go out to get drinks with my buddies and then suddenly I’m a fucking drunk, an alcoholic who went out on a rager and pissed on some grannies lawn ornaments.” You watch him somehow eat his food angrily. Blinking at him, you sit your utensils down, and try to meet his eye.

“Bakugo… What is it?” He stops when you finally catch his eye. “Something is bothering you. You can tell me.” Bakugo tears his ruby eyes away, blinking quickly.

“When you said that people were giving you weird looks in the store… Saying shit like that… I thought, there’s no reason anyone would know who you are.” He pauses, then adds, “No offense.”

“None taken. It’s true.” People – as far as they know – know you’re in a relationship with Midoriya, but you’ve never been one to attend the galas or walking the carpet; the events scared you. Paparazzi never paid you much mind.

“Midoriya tried to keep you from that. So… I had my secretary do a little digging…” Your heart flips in your chest like a fish out of water; you know where this is going, but you’re hoping to whatever god is listening that you’re wrong. Maybe, by some dumb luck, that you’re completely wrong. Bakugo unlocks his phone and drops it on the table, spinning it toward you. Pointing at the screen, he continues, “Published last night. The prick must've been up all night drooling over his laptop.”

“Dynamite enjoys late night fling?” The words almost taste like poison in your mouth. It’s a weak article of four, single sentence paragraphs accompanied by one dark and grainy photo. But anyone who knew Bakugo could recognize the spikey blond hair. Anyone who knows you would see your drunken face or recognize your apartment building. Your breath shutters from you, and you swallow. “Bakugo.” His name is the only thing you can squeeze out. This is bad. This is really bad.

Not just for you, but for him. Especially for him. He has an image to maintain, but if the world thinks he’s the type of man to have a fling with his best friend’s partner… He could lose everything. His lips somehow pull themselves farther down, and his brows fall slack.

“Bakugo, this… This…” He nods slowly.

“I know.”

“This is bad.” Now everyone is going to think you cheated. That it’s your fault things are like this. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Tears bubble into your eyes - what can you say, you're a crybaby for the week - while you try and force out a coherent sentence. The more you try, though, the more muddied your words become. Your heart clenches in your chest, “That’s not true. What do we do?” You heave in a breath, trying to keep your eyes on Bakugo’s worrying expression, but you look back to the photo, “It’s published on Super Gossip.”

Bakugo nods, “Yeah, we’re trying to find who took the picture.”

“It’s midafternoon, Bakugo.” Your lip quivers, “Half the fucking world has seen this already.” You watch his eyes shut as he lets out a heavy breath, and he worries his lip with his teeth.

“I know.” He sighs and roughly rubs his hand over his face, “Best we can do is damage control.” Super Gossip is only the most useless, brain-dead, flaming piece of crap hero gossip magazine in the world. A lot of people read this magazine like the damn bible. You know for a fact that Midoriya has seen this article. Which means he knows that Bakugo went home with you last night. What does he think you did last night? Is he thinking what everyone else is? That you had a late-night fling with him just to get back at Midoriya? Where does Uraraka stand on this?

Your insides are on fire, and somehow, you feel small. You want to cover up all your windows and check outside for some creep camped among the bushes; you didn’t even see anyone in the parking lot when you both got home last night… Violated. You feel violated. Your arms wrap around your quaking body, and you glance to the open kitchen window.

How long were they camped outside of your apartment? Waiting and watching your window for the slightest movement? You heave in a breath and snap your gaze over to Bakugo; you're grateful that at least you had Dynamite sleeping on your couch, it gives you some sort of comfort.

“What do we do?” You repeat. “My reputation doesn’t matter much, I’m just a florist and no one really knows my name unless they dig. But you-“

“They’ll dig.” Bakugo is watching you carefully. A look in his eye, just below his furrowed brow, that tells you he doesn’t want to scare you, but he can’t lie. “They will dig up things you don’t want them to know, and before you know it, you’ll be on the front pages until we make it clear what’s going on.”

“Oh, yeah. Easy enough.” You push your food away; your appetite slunk out the door as soon as you read the article. “I’ll just let them know that the number one hero who I’ve spent four years worshipping the ground he walked on left me for the girl he had a crush on in high school – who happened to be your fiancé – and in my drunk rantings I asked you to stay with me. It’s all just one big misunderstanding… Yeah, let’s just throw this pile of steaming shit on Uraraka and Midoriya’s reputation.” You spit out in a panic. If you just went out there and told the media the truth the fingers would start pointing at Midoriya. That’s if they even believe you – a nobody who grows flowers for a living – over their golden boy Deku.

“It’s the truth.” Bakugo reasons. “I’m not gonna just let these little ants sit there and spread lies like this.”

“They’ll eat Midoriya alive.”

“What do you care?” He snaps at you, stands from his place at the table, and snatches his phone up. “That asshole is the reason we’re all here.” “Uraraka had a hand in it too, Bakugo. They’ll dig into her too.” Your voice is low as you stand from your seat and put yourself in the doorway of the kitchen; he’s started to clean up the barely touched breakfast.

“And they’ll get what they deserve. They did this. I’m not just gonna sit around and let my career suffer for them.” You open your mouth to reason, “If they cared about their reputation, they wouldn’t have gone behind our backs like that.”

“So, what? You’re gonna call the author up and ask him to coffee?” Bakugo stares at you blankly before nodding.

“Yeah. I am.” You stand in silence, watching Bakugo until you near him and start to help pack the leftovers away.

“Super Gossip will take everything you say and twist it into something you never said. Maybe you should talk to your manager first?” He shakes his head while putting the last of the food in the fridge. He takes up his phone.

“No. I’m telling this asshole he’s an idiot and he’s pointing his finger at the wrong people.” His gaze is sharp as he stares at you – you know that anger is not for you, but it makes your heart flip to see it in his eyes – before he begins dialing a phone number.

“Okay, okay… Look, maybe we need to call Midoriya and Uraraka before we do this?” You reason, pulling his phone from his ear.

“You’re asking me to ask him for permission?” Under his suffocating crimson gaze, you feel your shoulders sag, just a little bit, but you keep your eyes locked on his. “To tell the truth?”

“Not permission, Bakugo. Just because Midoriya acted like a piece of shit, doesn’t mean we should too.”

“How is this,” He sends a glance to his ringing phone, “shitty?” His eyes narrow at you.

“If we’re going to the press, we need to consider what we say and do. We don’t need to ruin their reputation like this.”

“Ruining their reputation is shitty? Y/n, you’re kidding me!” He rounds the table to near you, bending slightly to match your height, “You have to be kidding me! They cheated. They fucking cheated on us and now we have a gossip article written about us?” His raised voice falls, “You think we’re the shitty ones?” You tap the screen to end the call.

“We’re not shitty. But what will pointing our fingers back do?” He shakes his head and continues.

“This is not shitty.” He waves the phone between the two of you. “You know what is shitty, Y/n? Sleeping with your best friends fiancé.” His voice begins raising, “Showing up to my house in the middle of the night with a few boxes and crying ‘Oh, Y/n left me. Let me stay best friend,’ is shitty. Smiling in my face, eating at my table, sleeping in one of my beds, and then fucking my fiancé while I’m trying to sleep?” His eyes have become irritated with tears, and they bunch up on his bottom lid. You’ve drawn back, gawking at him with your mouth opening and closing. "That's shitty, Y/n. Not this. Not me."

“Is that how you found out, Bakugo?” You whisper. His chest is rising and falling with heavy, frantic breaths, and you can see his hands shaking as he tries to keep control of himself.

“I wanted a glass of water.” His voice was so quiet compared to what it just was. A bitter smile pushes over his lips as he turns away from you and walks into the dark living room. “It’s all just a fucking joke.” Bakugo throws his phone onto the coffee table and his hands find purchase in his sandy blond locks. “It’s just a sick joke, Y/n.” You swallow, your lips quivering and stomach twisting. You saw Bakugo like this last night, and you don’t find it any easier to see now. With a deep breath, you sit on the opposite side of the couch.

You’d like to comfort Bakugo, but you're reeling in a storm of new emotions and thoughts you didn’t have last night. Finding out how Bakugo discovered all of this out; he probably didn’t even see it coming. Your heart is caving in for him. Also learning that even though Midoriya swore he was telling you the truth; he was still lying to your face. You’re considering every time that he pulled away from your touch, seemed to be so uncomfortable with even the slightest display of affection. It feels like your chest may burst if you don’t ask Bakugo the question bouncing around your head; how long had their relationship been physical?

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can manage. You’ve not got much in your cup. Hell, your cup is dry as a desert right now.

“So let me make the call.” He pleads, head rolling to look at you. “Look,” Bakugo breaks the silence again, leaning forward with his elbows rested on his knees, “It’s not like I am happy to throw them both under the wheel like this… But I won’t lose my job for this.” His eyes are set, and his lips in a thin line. When this look crosses Bakugo’s eye, you know better than to try and change his mind. You sigh.

“Even if you do call them, why would they believe you?” He draws back. “Anyone accused of being a cheat would have a story lined up just like this. You do this and it’ll just look like you’re pointing a finger away from you.” He’s quiet, for once. You’re a little surprised. “If we call up Midoriya and Uraraka, explain the situation, and ask them to set things straight, we might be able to settle this issue without any problems.”

“You think they’re gonna want to admit what they did to the world?” You shrug.

“I don’t know.” Bakugo rolls his head and rubs the back of his neck. You can tell he’s not too happy with the situation, but you can’t think of a better solution. “But on the off chance that Midoriya will do it, I think we should at least try.”

“Alright, but you call him. And if he refuses the first thing I’m going to do after I kick his ass is call this magazine up and air all of his dirty underwear.” He levels you with a stern look, “All of it.”

“At that point, Bakugo, I wouldn’t stop you.” A ghost of a smile pushes onto your lips. “I’ll get my phone.” It’s great that he is listening to you right now and all… But you never thought that you’d be the one calling those two; it just didn’t cross your mind. It makes your legs heavy as lead as you trudge back to your room. It’s the last thing you want to do. Staring at your phone on your bed like you’re superman and it’s kryptonite, you start to wonder if it really would be so bad to just let Bakugo make that call. Midoriya is the piece of shit that, after taking up five years of your life, fucked the woman that he said was just his friend and lied to you about it twice.

You take up your phone and head out to the living room anyways. Your skin has paled, and you give Bakugo a sideways glance; he’s onto you like white on rice.

“If you don’t want to make that call I can just-“ You raise your hand to him and click your tongue.

“Ah, ah!” You level him with a strong, yet watery-eyed look, and say, “A good friend wouldn’t tempt an alcoholic with a bottle; don’t give me an out.” He surrenders his hands.

“Suit yourself. Personally, I’d let those two rot.”

“I’m not doing this because I care about what happens to them,” That’s a lie and you both know it; Bakugo gives you a flat expression, “It’s because I’m a reasonable adult who wants to handle this so we can all make it out unscathed.” Your voice and fingers are trembling as you type in his phone number. Your throat tightens up when his contact pulls up… You haven’t changed his contact name yet, so it still has that stupid heart and the nickname you gave him long ago; and that stupid picture of him too. It has your lungs burning and tightening for more air.

Are you ready to hear his voice? Your body feels like it’s being torn apart; one end being pulled by excitement, longing to see him and hear him again, and the other being pulled to hell with rage, betrayal, and disgust. What will you even say? What if you stumble over your words? You know you will as soon as you hear him say hello; everything you have scripted out will fly from your head just like it did last night. Your heart is racing, and it feels like there’s syrup running through your veins instead of blood. It hurts. And it won’t stop until you just call him.

You clench your jaw; you just have to call him.

“Y/n? You okay?” Bakugo’s voice butts in like he’s calling you from the end of a tunnel. Your eyes are wide and unblinking on the phone screen as you nod and hum back to him. No, you’re not okay… Why are you saying you’re okay? You feel like your about to throw up your heart and the world might break in half.

Midoriya can’t know that though, so you take a few deep breaths and repeat over and over, “I’m okay.” You say it until your voice doesn’t crack, doesn’t waver, and isn’t thick with tears. You dial his number and bring the phone to your ear. Fingers tap your knees as you wait, and you can feel Bakugo’s eyes burning holes into the side of your head. Maybe he won’t answer – the thought makes you feel a little giddy – and you’ll be able to say you tried calling him when he's the one with an article written about him.

“Y/n?” You almost black out when you hear his voice come through the phone. So soft, shaking, like he thinks he could kill you with just one word. You’re sure he could do just that, and it scares you a little. “Hello? Y/n?”

“Yeah... Midoriya…” You’re quiet, and you look down as you begin to play with the hem of the shirt you’re wearing. “Listen… You’ve…” You let out a heavy sigh. “You’ve seen the article?” The line is quiet, and you're left standing on pins and needles waiting for him to respond.

“We saw it.” You nod; you knew that… God, what must he think of you? Why are you even worried about that? He cheated on you for fucks sake, you shouldn’t care what he thinks of you! Your hands are quaking all the same. “Is it true? That he went home with you?” “Yeah, he crashed here tonight.” You clear your throat.

“And did you-“ He stops short, and sighs. You wait for him to finish his sentence, and you know exactly what he’s trying to ask. You clench your jaw and narrow your eyes.

“Did I what, Midoriya?” Your words are sharp and aggressive. He thinks you’d do that? After five years with you, Midoriya thinks that you’re that shallow…

“Did you, you know…” It’s like he doesn’t want to say it, so you say it for him with a raised voice.

“For fucks sake Midoriya grow up and just say what you’re thinking.” You snap. You didn’t know you had it in you to be so harsh to Midoriya, but your sharp tone continues on as you do, “Did I sleep with him? Is that what you want to know, Midoriya? Did I fuck Bakugo to get back at you?”

“Jesus Y/n I didn’t mean it like that!” His words are wet with emotions.

“Why would you even need to know? Hmm? What would it have to do with you?”

“It has to do with me because you’re my ex and he’s my best friend-“

“Let me be clear, Midoriya, you have no right to ever ask me that again.” Your words are stone cold. You can hear his heavy sigh over the phone.

“You’re right. I guess it doesn’t matter.” You cast a glance to Bakugo, and he’s simply staring at you with wide eyes, watching you like some tv show that has him on the edge of his seat. “What did you need, then?”

“The article… What are you and Uraraka going to do about it?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“You need to come forward Midoriya. Both you and Uraraka need to come clean with the press. It’s not right that Bakugo gets slandered like this.”

“I know. I just don’t know what to say so that it doesn’t reflect badly on us.” His voice is high pitched.

“You should’ve thought of that before you started fucking her.” Your words are dripping venom.

“We never had sex, Y/n.”

“Give it up. Bakugo told me everything.” He falls silent again.

“It would be best if we can meet somewhere so we can talk this out.”

“Why should Bakugo and I have to do that? This is your problem, so fix it.”

“Y/n, please! The publicity will be bad for Uraraka-“

“What about Bakugo? The world thinks that he’s going behind your back with me. They’re making him the bad guy. He doesn’t deserve this. Uraraka should’ve also thought of the repercussion before snaking into your pants.”

“Come on.” Bakugo hisses. You send him a sharp look.

“Can we all just meet so we can figure out the best way to handle this?” You burry your lips into your cheeks and look to Bakugo.

“He wants to meet… To talk about it.”

“Why the fuck should we have to do that?” You shrug at the blonde.

“Not sure. Guess he doesn’t want to admit he cheated.”

“Y/n…” Midoriya whines through the phone; he must be crying again.

“We’ll meet you for dinner tonight.” You promptly hang up the phone and let out a heavy breath.

“What the hell do you mean we will meet them for dinner?” Bakugo throws his hands out, “I’m not going!”

“Okay, whatever. Hide in the bathroom and cry about it, I have princess bandaids in the medicine cabinet if your ouchies get a little too painful.” You snap at him.

“It’s got nothing to do with that. I just don’t want to see either of their fucking faces right now.”

“And I do?” You snap back. “I’m just trying to get this over with.”

“Alright. Whatever.” Bakugo stands and collects his car keys. You almost ask him where he’s going but realize you don’t really need to know. It’s not like you’re dating or anything. “I’m gonna go get some clothes. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“’kay.” With the slamming of your front door, you lay down on the couch and close your eyes.

You wonder, as you drift off to sleep, if maybe you’ll die while you sleep. Then, you wouldn't have to suffer sitting across the table from them.

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kissagii · 2 years

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imagine becoming a better person alongside bakugo katsuki. learning to acknowledge your flaws and work on improving them, building off your strengths and trying new things.

you have a tendency to call each other out on behaviors that need to change, sometimes kindly, sometimes with an unforgiving bluntness. but you both know that it's done with good intentions and hope of change, so neither of you mind all that much. and with time, his sailor's mouth is toned down just a touch. yours as well.

he lets down his barriers around you, though even that takes time. he's still blunt, and stubborn, and talks smack about the people he doesn't get along with, but something about him isn't as abrasive as with everyone else. and with time, that slightly gentler temperament starts to creep into other aspects of his life.

and katsuki understands that you, like him, are far from perfect. he sees the flaws in you, just as you see his, and he loves them. as you begin to flourish he falls more and more in love, watching you go from good to better in a way that he could never describe.

it's the little things that change, and with all the little things, everything else seems to fall into place. better food and more sleep, a source of kindness by your side, new little habits that you've formed together - small changes, one by one.

the best part of it all? you were never alone, not for one moment.

ugh i'm such a sucker for character development

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elithe31st · 2 years

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occultist weirdo.

bakugo x goth!male!reader

req: me

desc: bakugo has a secret friend...thats the complete opposite of him!! (you're like 5'11-6'0, shy and really good at crane games. you go to shiketsu in this)

you knocked on baukgos window. you saw him turn his head and he ran to the window, unlocking and opening it. you jumped inside.

'(last name!) what the hell!?' bakugo was whisper shouting right in your face. you laughed and pat his head, ruffling his hair. you let go and sat on his bed.

'sorry, sorry. i just wanted to talk to you..and i couldn't find my phone...and...' you trailed off, your head looking away from the fierce katsuki.

'well good thing im here then. your dumbass would've been waiting outside all night, huh?' he sighed and sat down next to you. suddenly, you both heard a loud voice.

'KATSUKI! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, ITS ALREADY PAST 18:30! (6:30 if i was right)'

'SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD HAG, IM GETTING MY HOMEWORK DONE!'

katsuki grumbled and you sighed. he turned to you.

'hey, ill be free to talk after dinner. also you're getting kicked out at 20:00. alright!?'

you nodded at him. you watched him leave the room.

and then, his phone rang. you jumped, wondering if you should get katsuki, but you decided against it. you looked at the contact name.

'shitty hair?' you read, 'mmh, must be an enemy or something...but why would he have a contact for his enemy?' you decided, if it rang a second time, you would answer.

then, his phone rung again. this time, the contact read 'dunce face'. you decided to answer anyways.

'yo bakugo! are you doing anything tomorrow? kirishima tried calling you, but you weren't answering! guess we know who's the favorite friend now, haha!'

you heard the voice on the other line and froze.

'hello? bakugo? is it past your bedtime or something?'

'o-oh, um, this- this isn't katsuki.'

the voice on the other line paused.

'wait, are you bakugo's mother or something!?... or are you his...girlfriend!?'

'g-girlfriend..!? absolutely not, i'm uh,' you heard footsteps coming up to katsuki's room. 'ihavetogobyesorry!' you quickly hung up the phone and placed it in the original spot and sat with your head down and eyes closed.

katsuki opened the door and locked it, looking at you. he went up to you and held your head up, to see if you were sleeping.

'oi, are you awake? if not, this is gonna be a real fuckin' pain.' bakugo waited for your response. you squirmed a bit and bakugo flicked your cheek, causing you to wince and look up.

'unless my mom knows your here, you can't sleep without me wakin' you up, ok?'

you nodded, but then were interrupted by katsuki's phone ringing. you sweat bullets.

'hah? dunce face? the fuck does he want?' he picked up the phone and you held your head in your hands, ready for the worst.

'YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!?'

...

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?'

'uhm...i may have answered the phone when you were...having...dinner...sorry..' you spoke shyly, looking at katsuki with your eyebrows furrowed.

he looked at you, teeth clenched as he hung up the phone after 'dunce face's various 'hello?'s.

'sorry, i should...leave...' you headed for the window, face flushed in embarrassment.

you heard katsuki mumble. 'fuckin' occultist weirdo, god you drive me insane sometimes.'

small tears filled your eyes and you escaped out from the window, falling down knees first onto the hard ground. you slowly got up and katsuki watched you run off. you thought he was mad at you, really. but hearing your voice so sad made his heart swell in agony.

the next day, katsuki had 4 people over at his house, all in his small, allmight filled room. and guess what? they were studying. katsuki heard his phone ring.

'oooh is that your girlfriend i was talking to last night?' the blonde one snickered.

'GIRLFRIEND!?' the red haired one and the pink haired one said in unison.

'people actually like bakugo?' the black haired one said.

'OI! SHUT UP EXTRAS!' katsuki answered the phone.

'what is it?'

'hi..um, sorry about last night, again. i was wondering if you would like to go to (arcade name) with me tomorrow..? it just opened up and i was wondering if you would like to go.'

as you awaited for a response, you heard many 'ooh's and aah's' in the background and katsuki yelled at them.

'yeah sure, im free tomorrow.' he walked to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. 'what time?'

'o-oh, what works for you?'

'it doesn't matter.'

'alright, then um, how about 10? is that alright?'

'perfect.' he wrote down the time.

'i can swing by your window tomorrow, alright?'

'alright, bye.'

katsuki hung up and looked at his friends, who were all staring at him.

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!'

'BAKUGO'S GOING ON A DAAAAATE!!!!~' the pink one said.

'set your alarms guys! 10 am tomorrow we all haveta show up at (arcade name!)' the red one said.

'IF I SEE ANY OF YOU THERE, ILL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!' katsuki yelled at them defensively.

'awwwh, alright.' the black haired one looked down, looking at the pink one, almost saying 'we're totally telling the whole class.'

sunday rolled around, and you rung the doorbell to the bakugo resident. you were dressed in all black, pockets covering your entire body. you had multiple heavy metal band patches on your jacket and pants. your (hair color)ed hair complementing the whole outfit perfectly. mitsuki opened the door.

'why hello there! is there anything you need?' she looked up at you. you saw bakugo come down the stairs behind her.

'oh, uh, im here for katsuki.' you smiled shyly at her.

'my my, are you one of those pro-heros that work at U.A.? has my brat done something?' her face turned ice cold.

'ah, no. i-i go to shiketsu, haha..!' you rubbed the back of your head.

'piss off outta the doorway, old hag.'

'that's no way to talk to your mother, brat!' mitsuki slapped the back of katsukis head as he walked out. she closed the door after waving you both off.

'your mom is....quite the character.' you put your hands in your pockets.

'tch, tell me about it.' he looked at you, and then back to what was in front of him.

'if you see anyone waving me over, or screaming my name out, don't talk to them.' he didn't think he was gonna have a problem with those 4, but it was a just incase.

'oh, alright.' you smiled at him. he looked back to you. god, in his eyes you looked terrifying. with that scary demeanor and that strong ass quirk of yours? hah! even you could beat him. katsuki would never admit those feelings for you though.

soon, you two reached the arcade and walked in. you two got in line for the play-cards.

'sorry, i should've told you its gonna be a bit crowded..! haha..i can pay for our cards, if you don't mind.' you pulled out 40 dollars (i know they use yen, i just cant figure out how much 40 would be in yen, so sorry!) from your wallet. katsuki pulled at his shirt collar, thanking you.

once you two got your cards, you guys went straight for the claw machines. or, you did at least. katsuki had other plans. he strolled over to whack-a-mole, and then that one punching game, and then he did the jump rope game. he pretty did all the games that dealt with your body, and afterwards he strolled over to where you were.

'so, how's this going?' he watched in amazement as you grabbed another cheap stuffed animal.

'hows it going!? hah, ive gotten 5 of these suckers!' you pointed to the bag at your feet. you were telling the truth. 5 plushies and other things, all from the claw machines.

'y-you can actually do these!?' he picked up the bag and stared.

and this is where the problem started.

'yeah, um, here. this just reminded me of you, so i got it.' you handed him a teddy bear that had grenades all over it. at the top it said 'you light up my whole world.' he smiled.

'hah! what, is this my "best boyfriend in the world" gift?' he laughed, obviously joking. you laughed too.

'so you ADMIT it!' a pink-skinned girl with glasses and a black suit on appeared behind you both. you jumped.

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE RACCOON EYES!?' bakugo exploded (not literally...) and you put a hand on his shoulder, reminding him to use his inside voice.

'oh cmon, you think im not gonna "accidentally run into you" when you're on a date!? and by the looks of it, you two are complete opposites!' she took the glasses off, looking you up and down. she reached a hand out to you.

'what's your name!? im mina ashi—'

'it's none-a-ya business, so i think we'll be taking our leave now..!' he grabbed your wrist and dragged you away, scanning the crowd. mina was dragging behind, though.

'um..she seemed nice.'

'tch, yeah well she isn't. shes fuckin' annoying, gettin' into my business n shit.' he grumbled to himself. on the way out you felt yourself bump into someone else. you looked and saw that he had the same glasses and tuxedo mina had on.

's-sorry!' you quickly said before baukgo ran and you two exited the arcade.

'FUCKING SHIT!' katsuki kicked a nearby pole, and sighed. 'fuck, im sorry (first name), all those extras that follow me around are fucking annoying.' he looked up and saw those 4. all surrounding you.

'PISS OFF!' katsuki yelled at them and you jumped, turning around to face the 4.

'woah, she's more taller than i expected!' the red one said.

'heheh, damn bakugo, i didn't know you could pull such a hottie.' the yellow haired one said. you recognized his voice as the guy you talked to on the phone.

'shut up kaminari, let bakugo have something for once.' the black haired one said. so the yellow guy is kaminari..

'let us at least know her name!' mina was frustrated.

you backed away from them.

'uh...i-im a...boy.' you scratched the back of your head as all 4 of them looked at you in horror.

'YOU'RE A DUDE!?' the red haired guy looked up at you.

'heh, i swing both ways!' kaminari joked.

'daaamn, i never knew bakugo was into guys!' mina and the black haired guy laughed.

'tch! we're fucking leaving, cmon (first name).' he started walking away from the 4 and you followed. you snickered to yourself.

'what? do you not want them to see us kiss or what? let's give em what their asking for, huh?' you said painstakingly loud. katsuki turned bright red and turned away from you. you could see the 4 going bonkers behind you two.

'sh-shut up..' he put his hand on his face. you two walked to his house. he went through the door and you went to his window.

'hah, sorry if your friends bother you tomorrow.' you laughed a bit, climbing in and sitting at his desk. you turned the chair to face him and you sat in it, the back of the chair face first.

'it's fine. 's not your fault.' he layed down on his bed. you two sat there for a minute before katsuki grumbled and sat up, walking over to you. he grabbed the bottom of your face with his hand.

'hey, y'know what you we're saying earlier? about us kissing 'n shit?' he looked away, his face the same bright red.

'u-uh, yes..?' you looked at him worriedly.

'i just—' he couldn't think of the right words, so he paused. 'fuck. you make me crazy, (first name). god, everytime i see your dumbass in that jacket and those tight leather pants..' he looked away, trailing off. you stared at him, blushing. katsuki was trembling.

'k-katsuki..!' you covered your face with your hands.

'stop bein' so fuckin' shy and face me like a man, (first name).' katsuki uncovered your hands, putting one of them on his cheek.

'(first name). i don't know what i would do without you. god, fuck! you're so much stronger and intimidating, fuck. it makes me wonder how you even became friends with s—'

'shut up katsuki.' you kissed him. and he kissed back. katsuki was in pure shock and terror. what if someone walked in? oh right, he locked the door. he put a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss. you two pulled back. you giggled and kissed katsuki's jawline.

'i love you, katsuki. don't forget it.'

the next day, the whole class looked at bakugo weirdly and midoriya congratulated him. katsuki almost ruined his hero career that day.

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ephemerensis · 1 year

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To You; February // Bakugou Katsuki x GN! Reader

ya new character 4 me ik,, anyways this is formatted as a love? letter/ monologue from katsuki 2 u! no pronouns or physical descriptions just… a lot of rambling. pretend ur birthday is the day after valentines pls </3 u can argue that it’s out of character but i disagree 🤨☝️ not proofread as always xoxo love yall

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Something about February has always invoked in me a sense of docility.

It doesn’t make sense.

I have coined myself as an embodiment of passion and rage and discontent. It's against my nature to feel so calm.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say something stupid, like the love of the season settles onto me. I have sought none and I seek none. I’ve never had the desire. Love isn’t real; at least not the way it’s made out to be.

They make it seem so trivial. As if to be with someone defines it. I see in them, the fear of being alone and the fight for having someone over intertwining with someone. It’s almost melancholic. It’s completely idiotic. I reject every suitor in my path.

I don’t care for public displays of affection. I never have. Only morons need to parade around something so vulnerable like it’s a show. I care even less for sweet nothings. There are so few words that ever carry meaning anymore. How could a person be in love without ever presenting everything they are to the other? They mean nothing when they claim that my eyes are the most dazzling they’ve ever seen. Or maybe those idiots do mean it, everything glimmers if you squint. They see it without seeing me. If it were real, it would be too raw to be spoken. It would be whispered like a prayer. To salvage it from being stolen, or worse, remade and copied and sold until everyone has it. It becomes nothing.

At the very least, if I’m going to vocalize the most susceptible, intimate parts of me it should rivet through your soul and be yours alone.

Yet paradoxically, Valentine’s is my favorite holiday. I find myself more tolerant. Sometimes I’m even happy for them, because despite the intentions and deceit and falsehoods and inflations of avoiding a fear— at the very least they have succeeded. I find myself happy. Maybe it is something stupid. I’ve never had nor wanted another person, but I once had a soul shattering inkling of you.

Of course, we weren’t together then. We were never together. But we were never friends. Stuck somewhere on the cusp of both and yet impossibly far away from either. And somehow still, in that platonic complacency you managed to breathe an innate sense of comfort into me. It’s like my persona was unfired clay, I crumble to you. Your words meant nothing, but when you called me dumb I couldn’t have been more irrevocably enamored. I found myself content. Like a moment of clarity in the midst of noise. Especially, on a day I so often found to be profane. But I can hardly justify my favoritism through the confines of contentment alone. It’s too ordinary.

That’s not to degrade contentedness. It’s a peace I spend my longer days pining for. Above joy, it is ecstasy to know the permanent renderings of contentment.

But I would be lying to say it’s the only reason. Really, it's something more technical. The day after, forever and inevitably, was always your birthday. When you first told me, I said it was unfortunate. Who would want to celebrate with you when the world was too caught up in the whims of chocolate coated affections. But you said you didn’t care, validation never meant so much to you. That congealed loneliness I so often expected you to feel doesn’t exist. I know that now. As if anyone else ever mattered in our lives, yours and mine.

It was then I began waiting for Valentine’s Day. I looked forward to it. There was a time when I even pined for it to end, because it was a permanent, promised excuse to talk to you. We spoke so often but every sentence we’d exchanged always entranced me. You still do. But February especially was always yours.

It became my favorite holiday to justify all that. Then it became less about you. Half because I was never vocal about my feelings, and half because I grew too fond of platonic complacency. Until I did believe it was my favorite. It’s true now— although I’m not sure it was ever really a lie. I think somewhere in my mind I equated the two.

For the first time in years, I almost forgot your birthday. If you didn’t text me the day prior, I might’ve. But that contentment you stirred in me perpetually rolls in with the month, with or without your presence. It is yours. I don’t believe in love, but I can’t deny I do love you. You have bewitched my soul. That calm, content forever. A promise of nothing. We were never meant to be together, and I love you.

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ayustuff · 1 year

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Camera. || Bakugo x Gn!reader, Whore-calling , drabble, nsfw warning

Summary: You're taking a photo shoot for an advertisement but Bakugo had enough of what your wear during it.

“Do you have to be such a whore?!” Bakugo said, while you stay sitted.

“Yes, when that huge erection is here.” you lean and kissed his crotch. Bakugo blushes-

Flash

You lean back and turned your eyes to the light flash, you saw a man with a camera.

“You fucking!- Come here you, extra!” Bakugo yelled at the man. The man has no choice but to obey him. Bakugo snatches the man's camera as soon as the man is close enough to him. Bakugo smirked at the photo and realized the camera can print it. Without asking the man Bakugo prints the photo and took a good look at it. “Didnt know cameras are useful these days until now.”

‘Now to fucking delete the copy.’ he thought.

Bakugo hands the camera then scared the guy to not tell anyone what he saw.

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down-in-devildom · 2 years

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Summer’s Night

Fae!Bakugo Katsuki x GN!reader

Warnings: kidnapping

Being stolen from your home in the middle of one balmy summer night was definitely a way to spice things up in life. Granted, you probably could have done without it in the first place, but you are finding that you have less and less say in your daily happenings now.

The night started out normal enough. You were taking a late night stroll in the woods on your property and everything was peaceful. The full moon lit your path well and the air was full of the sounds of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves by the slight breeze. You knew this forest well and did not feel like there was much to worry about while being alone. You were approaching the small creek that ran through the property to take a quick rest.

While sitting down on a rock close to the water’s edge, you look down into the stream. The full moon’s light reflected in ribbons across the surface and the bubbling of the water was soothing. You stayed in a tranquil state for who knows how long before something strange was suddenly being reflected. You finally look up from the water to spot a giant golden wolf with burning red eyes staring directly at you from the other water bank.

You feel yourself stiffen at the sight. You haven’t heard of wolves being active in the area before so you were wholly unprepared. The beast was massive; a lot bigger than you've ever thought possible for a wolf. Its hair looked well maintained and glowed in the moonlight. Its eyes were focused and looked intelligent, with their deep rich reds that seem to be lit from behind.

You and the beast stared at each other, only separated by the gently flowing water, before the giant animal bared its teeth at you. With its head raised and cocked to the side, it looked as if the animal was sneering at you instead of snarling.

You feel a little affronted.

With that, the giant wolf turns away from you and starts walking back from which it came. You don’t understand why, but you feel like the very trees and the moss and the rocks and the dirt were bidding you to follow the wolf.

So you do.

You don’t even bother to try to find a few rocks to help you cross the stream, you are so desperate to follow. Your shoes and socks instantly get wet and slow you down as you wade through the shallow water to reach the other bank before the wolf could disappear from your sight.

Not once does the wolf turn around at the sound of your splashing, but you can tell that it hears you, if the turning of its ears were any indication. It continued walking farther into the woods at the same pace; it was not bothered by the human following behind it.

Soon enough, the forest seems to change. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it feels still, as if holding its breath. The giant wolf stops in front of a clear where two trees have twisted together to make an intricate archway and a ring of mushrooms surround the area.

The beast finally starts to turn towards you when you enter the ring on the ground and you can see the creature shift before your eyes. Golden fur transforms to tanned skin covered in clothes made of the finest leaves. Hands and feet replace paws and the wolf’s head changes to the sharp features of a handsome man. He does not look completely human though, as if something was off. Maybe it was how his ears pointed at the tips or how he seemed to take up more space than he visually should have. His red eyes stayed just as sharp and his teeth all seemed harmless in comparison if not for the stubborn canines still keeping their points.

His expression seems rather bored while he looks at you and you can’t help the deep seated urge to huff out a little in frustration at his attitude. One of his eyebrows twitch, the only indication that he was affected by your reaction, before he slowly extends his hand out to you.

At this point, you are still a good distance away. There was still plenty of time for you to run; there was plenty of time to return to your bed and chalk everything up as a dream.

But you don’t.

Instead, you find yourself reaching your hand out as well. You make no move to close the distance though but it seems the woods themselves had already decided your fate. The wind picks up and it feels as if tiny invisible hands were pushing you towards the mysterious man in the clearing. You were so disoriented that fighting didn’t even appear to be an option; you were going to the man regardless of if you wanted to or not.

When you are within arms reach, the man doesn’t bother with taking your hand and instead just wraps a muscular arm around your middle and pulls you towards his warm chest. He was taller than you and when you looked up, you came face to face with those burning red eyes and a smirk that simultaneously made your heart pound harder in your chest and for a shiver to travel down your spine.

“I wasn’t expecting to take a guest back with me, but if you are so eager to follow, I have no choice but to take you,” the man said with his raspy voice. It sounded like late night campfires and the haziness that comes with staring at the night sky for so long. He does not wait for a response before hoisting you up and slinging you over one of his shoulders, as if you were nothing more than a fresh hunt. You let out an undignified noise in protest but freeze rather quickly when you feel him start walking through the tree archway.

The world seems to warp and twist from your view over the stranger’s back. At this point, you feel like whatever haze that had settled over your mind up to this point finally dissipated and you regained control over your thoughts. The panic sets in while it seemed like reality itself was tearing and piercing itself back together around you before creating a new world. You recalled all the old fairytales and myths and can’t deny that your fate had been drastically changed that night.

You were taken by a fae.

Would you even want a part 2 to this?

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gardenofnoah · 2 years

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waiting up for you

one thing about me is I go feral for the idea of big, strong bakugo needing softness and domesticity at the end of a long day. of him having no idea how to cope with how good it feels to be loved. augh i love him. wc: 1k

Bakugo Katsuki opened the front door quietly, careful not to make too much noise, assuming you’d gone to bed already. He set his gauntlets down, grimacing at the clink of the metal against the hardwood floor. He stood up straight and paused, taking a deep breath into his chest, and holding it until it ached. He let the breath out slowly, head tipping back as he did. It hadn’t been a horribly bad day by any means, but his nerves were still fried. He willed the tension out of his shoulders, and felt it pool into his chest instead. Figured.

He dragged himself up the steps, unsurprised at the dark living room that welcomed him home. What did surprise him, though, was the soft light flooding from the open bathroom door down the hall. He heard the faint sound of the melody of your voice, and he let a gentle smile creep across his face. It was just like you not to listen to him when he told you not to wait up for him. He was glad you did, every time.

He let his feet follow the sound of your voice, coming to stand in the doorway of the bathroom. You had candles sitting on the sink, each flickering flame sending warm light dancing around the room. His eyes drifted to where you faced away from him, feet propped up on the edge of the tub, the rest of you nearly submerged in the bath water. His eyes followed your dark hair as it spilled over the edge closest to him. He didn’t bother saying anything—you were still humming softly to yourself, but he knew that you were aware of his presence. Still, he didn’t want to disturb the peace you’d so carefully crafted for yourself.

He watched as you reached an arm out of the water and slung it over the edge, water dripping off your fingers onto the tile. You beckoned toward him silently, knowing he would come. He waited a beat, watching the candle light lick over your skin. You looked ethereal like this—angelically beautiful and certainly too good for him. He didn’t dare blink, lest the moment be a dream his brain conjured for him as a reward for making it through the day. He wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, either way.

He padded over to you, regretting the way his boots clanked off the tile. He sat down on the lid of the toilet next to the tub, reaching a hand out to thread his fingers through your hair. A soft smile graced your lips, and he thought he’d do anything to burn the image of it in his mind.

“Hi, angel,” he said quietly, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. You rolled your head to the right to look at him, still smiling at him as you opened your eyes.

“Hi,” you whispered back, arm bending at the elbow to reach the back of his head, scratching his scalp lightly. He let out a long breath and let his head drop to your shoulder. You kissed the top of it and let your face linger in his hair, breathing him in. You would never tire of the way he smelled— like pine and earth and smoke and him. He pulled back and propped both elbows on the edge of the tub, eyes meeting yours. He could barely breathe when you looked at him like you did— all love and forgiveness and warmth, like he’d never done a wrong thing in his life.

“Rough day?” he heard you ask, and he shook his head, not knowing how to talk about it. You hummed in understanding and went back to massaging your fingers through his hair. He was grateful you didn’t pry it out of him—you never did, always letting him process how he needed to before he could talk to you about it. He knew how much you trusted him, knew that you knew he’d always need you, even if he couldn’t accept it right away. You really were too good for him.

“You wait up for me?” He asked, and if he was honest, he was unsure what answer he was hoping for.

“Not a chance,” you told him, but the way you looked at him, with so much vulnerability and love, told him otherwise. You pulled him forward by the back of his head and pressed a devastatingly gentle kiss on his lips. He had to fight not to let out the whimper that crawled up his throat. His emotions swum behind his eyes and he blinked rapidly to keep them at bay.

“Dinner is in the fridge,” you murmured, still running your fingers through his hair, “I’ll be out in a few, if you want me to warm it up for you while you shower.”

He dropped his head to your shoulder again, squeezing his eyes shut as a last ditch effort to stop the flood from dragging him out to where he surely couldn’t touch. This feeling threatened to pull him under all of the time—he had no idea what he’d done to deserve the love that you gave him so freely, as if it was as inherent and involuntary as a heart beat. He couldn’t stand it, and he couldn’t get enough of it. It would rush into his lungs and drown him if he let it—and he knew that, because he did. Often.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and then picked up his head to press another to your temple, and then a final peck to the top of your head. He spared you one more glance, noticing your eyes had fell shut again as he lingered, unable to look away from you. He turned on his heel and made for the doorway, a last ditch effort before he choked on his love right there in the bathroom.

“Katsuki?” Your voice made him pause, head turning to look back at you.

“Mm?”

“I love you,” you told him, and he nearly lost it, “more than you know.”

He felt the burn in his eyes and he took in a breath, silently begging his voice not to shake. “I love you so much.”

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m6bjo4fu0 · 2 years

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Bakugo eyed at you in the softest way possible, smiling to himself as you admired the nightsky. You pulled his hand and he followed you onto the grassfield while still processing that you, the most perfect being to ever exist, is his and his only. His other hand was in his pocket, but not because he was impatient. Fingers fiddled with the small box, and the moment you turned back to him after he let go of your hand, he was there. He did not have a care that his favorite jeans are kneeling on dirt, nor did he mind the distant sounds of crickets. Your hands covered your reddened cheeks as he opened the small box, and his eyes met yours before the words reached your ears.

i apologize for the hiatus, i will try to get back to writing and finishing the requests <3

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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Katsuki Is Only Soft For You

pairing: bf!bkg x gn!reader

a/n: bc ive been doing a lot of jjk content and i just can't seem to get enough of him even through all my writer's block 😩

cw: fluff, mild pda, possessive bkg, light thwap on the 🍑 but its barely sexual, katsuki is a meanie bc ofc he is

characters aged up +22

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He loves when you're needy, because then he gets to give you lovin while grumbling about it and hiding the fact that he loves how you feel pressed against his body. But when he wants attention, because man's can never just ask smh, he becomes purposefully annoying. And he's really good at it

I just know he likes pushing your buttons and getting you all mad 🙄

Katsuki is a cuddle bug. I know I've already said it but cuddling is usually his solution for small arguments when all that's left for him to do is apologize.

katsuki is not good at saying sorry but cuddles are the best way for him to show you.

If you're tense he's going to grumble at you like "what the hell is stressing you out." you might interpret it as him thinking you have nothing to be stressed about but he wants to know what it is so he can help you, either by giving advice or just rubbing your sore muscles and letting you vent.

He'll yell at your for getting sick, but do it as he's making you food "so you can get better faster." He'll have figured out what your favorite sick food is and make it for you until you're better. Will be extra soft on you because he's actually weak when it comes to you and he hates when you don't feel well.

Normally when you're on the couch together, he's sitting on the opposite side doing something on his phone. And it's not in a get away from me kind of way, it's just because he likes his space but that doesn't mean he doesn't like when you crawl over and lay against him or ask for kisses

He likes a little pda, though. If you both are at a friend's house and everyone's piled on the couch, he'll pull you into his lap. And he doesn't let you leave without pinching your hips when you pull away from him, or lightly tapping your ass (but it's all in good fun hehe)

His favorite part of the day is when you are both getting into bed and catching up on each other's day. Even if you don't spend a lot of time together (he is a pro hero after all) he loves that he gets to come home to hear what happened to you that day.

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Tysm for reading!! Haven't been doing a lot of writing but I had this guy sitting in my drafts so I touched it up a bit so I wouldn't leave yall hanging too long 💕

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frekydeki · 2 years

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Birds of a Feather

A/n | It's me again after months of inactivity! How exciting! Here's this angst piece that's been eating me alive for months now :)

Pairing | Midoriya x Reader, Bakugo x Reader

Summary | In which Midoriya is the love of your life, but you're not his. In this, you navigate the stormy waters of heartbreak, and at the eye of the storm, you find Bakugo... But you know what they say: birds of a feather flock together.

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|✨ Part 1 ✨| Part 2 | Part 3: In progress |

His car pulled in the apartments full parking lot ten minutes ago. He was officially off work at five. The streetlamps have already buzzed on, and you watch him from your second story apartment window with a dull eye and thin-lined mouth. Suns been long gone, and again, you didn’t bother with dinner tonight. A thoughtless, smile flashes onto your lips before the weight of them tears it right back off. You know better than to bother with things like that. At this point, you know much, much better.

You clench the curtain tighter as the door of your boyfriend's car is thrown open, and he steps out. He eyes the windows of your shared apartment, and the look on his face while he does it makes your stomach burn and twist. A heavy frown, flat brows, a distant, almost resentful look in his darkened green eyes. You drop the curtain and wrap your arms around your torso. You’re tired of that look.

God you’re so tired of that look. At dinner, during a movie, while you’re out at friends, while he’s simply taking a phone call from you; you can hear the tone he makes when he makes that stupid face. Once, you were enraptured with the idea of discovering every expression he could make with that face. That was… What? Five years ago? Four solid years before he made the expression that would beat you down into the sad person you are now. A sad human who stood by the window of their cold apartment, staring at the street – trembling – pleading for his car to finally pull in. The person who, when he finally did come home, felt so raw that they wanted him to turn right around.

Your confidence is shot. You pace the carpeted floor in front of the door. Your goals and dreams have been misaligned, and you’re left staring at a blur of what you want. You begin to bite your nail and send glances to the light coming in from the lit walkway. First you thought it was you. It was your fault that you were so tired when you came home from work, so you went to bed earlier, took sleeping supplements, and vitamins to help convert the food you ate into energy. He stayed later at work, so you spent more time working into your hobbies, keeping up with the house; you were home longer than him, so it was only right you had the apartment clean as a whistle and dinner on the table by the time he got home. He started to drift away around that time, and you panicked. He’d be too tired to talk after he got home, wanted some time alone, would rather be out with his friends; it was your fault. You did everything you could to earn his attentions again. For the better half of a year, you desperately clung to him.

Everything you've done, you've done for him. It shows. Because now, at the cusp of losing him, you know damn well you're going to lose everything you've worked for.

When was it? July? Well, somewhere around that time is when you first saw her name flash onto his phone screen; Uraraka. Just a friend. Like a sister. From there, it was all pointed fingers, short sentences, and rare smiles with him. You’ve tried. You’ve blamed it all on yourself.

The door handle jiggles with the sound of his keys unlocking it. It’s always been your fault so far. Light floods in as he quietly opens the door, and purposefully closes it as quietly as he can. You bite the inside of your cheek as he shuffles quietly, removing his shoes and shrugging off his jacket, without flicking on any lights. Bad idea though, cause -

He curses as he kicks the pile you’ve left by the door; he nearly falls. With a frustrated growl, he flicks on the entryway light and takes in the stack of suitcases and boxes.

“What the hell?” He sighs to himself, “What’s she doing now?” Your eyes bite with tears at the aggravation in his voice; how can he already be upset with you when you haven’t spoken a single word to him all day? It’s always been your fault, but when he finally meets your eye, only one thing echoes through your mind:

This is all his fault.

“Y/n!” Midoriya quietly calls. “What are you still doing up?” You swallow, trying to remember the things you’ve rehearsed all night long. You had a long monologue of heartrending lines and final words, but it's all just gone. His attention is redrawn to the things piled by the door, and he shoots his thumb over his shoulder toward them, “What’s up with the luggage?”

“It’s your things.” You curtly respond. His head falls and he returns his hand into the pockets of his jeans. He nods slowly.

“I… Guess I knew this was coming.” His voice is somehow even quieter than it was just a second ago. Almost a whisper, but in this silent apartment, you’re sure you’d be able to hear a ghost walking. “Y/n I –“

“Were you with Uraraka?” His big eyes fling up to yours, and it sends heat through your body to see the tears already collecting in his eyes. Why is he the one crying?

“Yes. I-“

“You’re cheating, then?”

“No, Y/n, I never… We never did that.” He closes the space between the two of you, reaching out to touch you, but you pull away, “We never did…” A loud breath spills from him, and his quavering voice finishes his sentence, “Anything.” You watch him; if he didn’t cheat, then what’s the problem? You could stay with him… But the feeling bunching in your stomach eats away at your mind; he’s not telling you everything.

“Tell me the truth, Midoriya.” Your tone is dry, flat. You’ve cried enough, so you steel your lip and eye to him. The young man sends you a defeated look as his shoulders slump and he brings his shaking fingers to rub his eyes.

“I wouldn’t cheat on you, Y/n. I couldn’t do that to you…”

“But you’re not telling me everything. I’ve been with you for five years, don’t think I don’t know what you look like when you’re hiding something.” You say. You’ve studied him closer than any other person in this world. No one knows this superhero better than you, and the way he can’t look you in the eye without dropping his head afterwards tells you everything you need to know.

“I…” A sob racks his body and you grind your teeth – why the fuck is he the one crying? “I love her.”

Oh.

“I didn’t want to…” Midoriya has dissolved into sobs before you. Sputtering and spitting excuses and justifications. “We just spent so much time together at work… An-“ His voice cuts out and he finally brings his eyes to you, “And before I knew it…”

“You’re making such a big deal over it…” You whisper. He loves her... So what? Your knees run numb and cold, and your hands and elbows soon follow. With tingling at the back of your head, you move to sit heavily on the couch. Midoriya stays rigid in his spot.

“I tried so hard to ignore it. But she just kept taking up more and more of my mind. I loved her again before I knew it. I don’t think I ever stopped loving her… Not since highschool.” He sniffles, “I never should’ve looked for her in you… I’m sorry.”

“Why the fuck did you stay with me then?” You snap with narrow eyes. You rarely let the feeling tightening your chest get the better of you, but this time, you don’t care to fight it. You want to hurt him. You want to watch him shrink the way he made you. Oh, if only you could inflict half of what he did to you…

“I couldn’t hurt you!” He cries. “You were so invested in the relationship I felt horrible-“

“You felt horrible? You didn’t want to hurt me? Midoriya fucking look at me! Do you think that you didn’t hurt me?” He grimaces at your words, face twisting into another sob; God you hate that he cries so easily.

“I.. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Is about all he can seem to blubber to you.

“What about Bakugou?”

“Uraraka is going to leave him.” The shame is heavy on his shoulders as Midoriya finally takes a seat farthest away from you.

“He’s your best friend, Midoriya!” You scoff. “Do you know what you’re doing? Did you think about any of us?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I… You know what?” You surrender your hands while standing quickly and taking up the keys he left on the coffee table. Removing the apartment key, you say, “I don’t think we have anything else to say to each other. Everything you own is in those boxes.” He stands and accepts his keys from you.

“Y/n-“

“Make sure to lock the door when you’re finished taking everything out.” You send him a firm, stone cold look before turning on your heel and marching toward the door at the end of the hallway.

“We can’t stay friends… Can we?” You stop in your tracks. Why would you ever do that? He has taken every piece of strength you had over the years, left you a shell of the person. It’s not like he did it on purpose, but the way he made you feel strangled the person you once were.

“No, Midoriya.” With that you quickly speed into the back bedroom and slam the door shut. You rest your back against the door for a second before you crawl into your bed; it’s so comfortable. You nuzzle into the blankets, wrapping them over every inch of your body, and listen to the shuffling of Midoriya removing his things. You watch the way the streetlamp illuminates the ceiling of your room without a thought in your mind. Until you flinch at the sounds of the entryway light being turned off, and the door locked.

He’s gone.

Your eyes flutter shut, the tears that you have been fighting to keep in the whole time finally start slipping over your cheeks.

…

It was a long time coming. You had months to prepare yourself for the end that you saw clear as day – you did prepare a little bit, evident of the dry cheeks you have at the bar you've found yourself skulking at five hours later – yet you still feel tense and trapped under the weight tearing a hole in your chest. That must mean that you love Midoriya a hell of a lot more than you thought; your head falls quickly.

This bar – grimy and dim, air polluted with rolling smoke from cigarettes and blunts, music quiet but voices loud – is the perfect retreat from the apartment you had shared with Midoriya these past years. The walls had closed in on you, so tight that you came to in a ball on your kitchen floor, sink still running, and moonlight dripping in through the curtains. None of the patrons bother you much; the thing these bearded and heavy-set men know best is the look of a person who just wants to stop existing for a little. They gave you forty-five minutes of complete ignorance before the bartender taps your glass with his finger.

“What’s next?” Your eyes dart up to look at him.

“Same thing.” He nods curtly.

“On the house.” A small smile flashes onto your lips for a mere second.

“Thanks.” You watch his skillful hands mix together a tall drink for you and accept it with a grateful bow to your head.

“I thought I’d find you here.” You freeze with the glass just touching your lips. You know that gravelly voice anywhere. That means that the man you almost dread to see more than Midoriya is sliding into the barstool next to you. Your neck pinches painfully as you resume the slumped position you’ve been stuck in all night.

“How are you, Bakugo?” You’re surprised to not hear him scoff. There’s no cuss words sloppily strung together and thrown at random. It’s complete silence next to you as he orders a whiskey – he never drinks when you’d all meet at the bar – and taps his fingers against the scratched up bar.

“Tonight was a little fuckin’ much.” He lowly says. He doesn’t need to elaborate. You know what he’s talking about. You probably understand him better than anyone else in this world.

“’m sorry.” Another beat of silence between you two.

“Thanks,” Bakugo takes a large swig of the drink the bartender just slid him, “I’m sorry too…” Bringing your eyes up to Bakugo’s face, your shocked to find his ruby eyes reddened, but as dry as yours are. Mouth in a heavy frown, brow furrowed, jacket hastily thrown on, and crimson eyes so distant you almost get sick looking into them. You might understand him best right now, but you think he must be much more crushed than you… Midoriya was his best friend, after all… And Uraraka was his fiancé. To lose both in one night…

Your eyes prickle with tears as you stare over at him. He flinches as he notices your gaze.

“How could they do this?” You slap your hand over your eyes, rubbing away the wetness and simply smearing it over your cheeks. How could they do this to Bakugo? To you? Bakugo takes his eyes from you and hisses in a breath between his teeth. He only takes another drink and weakly shrugs his shoulders.

“They ‘love’,” He spits the words out and makes quotations in the air, “each other.”

But Midoriya swore he loved you. You take in a sharp breath and grip your drink tightly. Helplessness begins to quake in your body; what can you do? You have no control over it… You can’t make him love you. Even if you fell to your knees and begged. Even if you dedicated every waking breath to him… He said he loves her now, and you can’t control that…

"Well, their definition of love is a little wonky if you ask me." You mumble to him. Midoriya said he loved you for five years, and Uraraka loved Bakugo when they first started dating back in high school. Is it really love if they can just throw it aside like that?

You down the rest of your drink – the cup still three-fourths full – and earn a few praises from college students down the bar. You ignore their hollering and clench your jaw to get the revolting taste lingering across your tongue out of your mouth.

“How do you fall in love with someone when you’re already ‘in love’,” You make your own exaggerated quotations, “with someone else?”

“Couldn’t say.” Bakugo finishes off his own drink and waves down the bartender, “You got a tab?” You nod despondently. “Keep ‘em coming.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

“If it was that easy for them to do it…” You mindlessly wonder to Bakugo, “Then it should be just as easy for us to.”

“You’re saying some exceptionally dumb shit already tonight. Are you drunk?” You don’t respond. Are you drunk? You feel… You’re not sure how you feel. “How many have you had?”

“Um… Two? Maybe three?”

“Ah, got a head start, hm?” He leans forward and catches your eye. “Don’t fool yourself, Y/n. You loved Deku earnestly. There’s no way you can just fall in love with someone else that easy.” He holds your searching gaze steadily. Hearing him say those words almost makes you want to crumble again. To hear someone else say that you truly love Midoriya, and knowing that you’ve lost him forever…

“What about you?” You whisper to him. Is he hurting as terribly as you? Does he love Uraraka as much as you love Midoriya? His jaw tightens and, accepting the drinks from the bartender and sliding yours into your hand, his head nods loosely.

“Yeah… If I could just fall in love with someone else that easily, I wouldn’t have wasted my time in the first place.” You knew that… You’re not even sure why you made him say it out loud. You turn back to face the bar and stare down into the murky liquid in your cup. Here you both are at the bar because you both can’t stand to be at the place you were building a life with those bastards at. He and Uraraka have a house together…

“You got a place to crash?” Bakugo smacks his lips and pulls his phone from his pocket. Checking the screen, the number of notifications is almost mortifying to you; and they just keep coming.

“I asked Kirishima, but he’s not got much room in his house.”

“Well, he does live with Denki and Mina.” In a two-bedroom house at that. People have to fight tooth and nail to get a damn place to sit at that place when they have little parties or gatherings.

“A couch is a couch, though. Better than sleeping in the car.” You watch him quietly. “But maybe if I crash in the car I can get some damn peace and quiet. With those three nutjobs in the same room I’d never hear the end of it.” Yeah. So soon after he found out ahout the situation himself; it’d be painful to have to listen to everyone else’s input on it. Somehow, you feel a slight sense of gratefulness that you still have the apartment to yourself.

“You can stay with me.” You blurt. You have an empty apartment now, and the room that was Midoriya’s office will be an empty shell soon enough. “If you want, that is.” You add as his silence drags out.

“Is it really okay if I crash on your couch tonight?” You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. Frankly, you were dreading having to go back to that dark, quiet, and empty apartment since you flopped into this stool. To face the reality of that silence, and accept that even though everything looks almost exactly the same, it’s all completely different now. You don’t want to face that alone. So when you nod, you wonder if you’re being a little bit selfish in inviting him to stay with you. Sure, you want to give Bakugo somewhere comfortable to rest his head tonight, but you’re well aware that, in the end, you’re doing this for yourself.

“Please do… I don’t think I want to be alone tonight.” You quietly say. Maybe if you admit your motivation, you won’t feel so silly. A chuckle falls from his dry throat, and he wets his throat.

"Even if it’s me there?” He teases. You send him a sharp and hardened glare. Your friendship with Bakugo was strained in the beginning – that’s putting it lightly – but you’ve both warmed up to each other over the years.

“I think you’re the only person I would invite right now.” Bakugo’s smile faulters as he gazes at you before a grin stretches onto his lips.

“We bonding over mutual heartbreak right now?”

“Yeah. Just wait until heartbreak becomes revenge.”

“Revenge?” The word almost looks like it sends a shiver down Bakugo’s back the way his eyes glaze over with a warm sparkle. That, or the alcohols touching him already. You haven’t been keeping track of the shots and drinks he’s put down, but the bartender sure listened when he was told to keep the drinks coming. “Sure sounds nice… But we’re not kids. What’ll you do? Send ‘em a cake that says ‘Fuck you’?” You giggle, and he does too. “That does sound like something you’re capable of.”

“I might not have very evil ideas, but I have you for that… The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and seeking revenge is better done in pairs.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He mumbles over his drink.

“Anyways… No one knows what you’re going through better than me… ‘N I don’t think anyone can know just how awful I feel,” Your head has fallen, “’cept you.” He watches you before his hand pats heavily down onto your shoulder.

“You really are drunk aren’t you? You’re getting sappy.”

“Wanna start talking revenge instead, then?” He pushes a shot – you have no idea what the liquid is sloshing around in it – to you with a grin breaking onto his lips.

“Preferably. You know I like my drunks prickly and not gooey.”

“Step one of revenge: We have to get drunk as hell tonight, forget that we ever cared.”

“Well check that one off your list.”

“What ‘bout you?”

“Give me a few more shots and I think I could show you how to do the moonwalk.”

“You can do the moonwalk?”

“No, but I’m sure I could.” A laugh bubbles past your lips.

“Let’s get you a few more drinks, then!” You order another whiskey for him and a fruity drink for yourself… Really, you know you should stop, but you’re hoping that a little more of this and Bakugo’s low, quiet laughter, and you might feel a little lighter.

“What’s step two?” He drags you back to the topic at hand.

“Step two?” You hum as you consider and cross your arms over your chest. “Step two: We wake up tomorrow and eat our favorite breakfast. That’ll lead right to step three-“

“-Baking?”

“Being happy.” He watches you with a quirked eyebrow. “Our stomachs will be full, and we’ll have our dear friend with us-“

“Who said you were my dear friend?” He barks.

“Shut up.” You don’t miss a beat in continuing on your evil plot, “We won’t be alone like they made us. Step five-“

“Step four.” He corrects.

“Fine, four, whatever. Step four: we get the cake.”

“You are so evil. Who raised you?” Bakugo teases you yet again with a small smile sticking on his lips. The weight of tonight still deepens his red eyes, you can see it the way his are lidded, but the smile is still genuine. Your chest lightens a litte as you grin back at him.

“Step five: after taking our anger out through the cake, we’re free from it all! We are happy, and okay without them.”

“I’m astonished.” He watches you. “You plan to take revenge by showing Midoriya that you don’t need him?” Your mouth drills shut. Watching Bakugo, you try and tame the wavering of your lips and blink away the tears blurring your sight; that’s your plan. That’s all you can do.

“Well, do you have any better ideas, hotshot?” You snap at the man grumbling at your side. What else can you do?

“Get with someone else.” You gawk at him. That’s his grand idea of revenge?

“Bakugo, that’s basically the same thing as what I said.”

“No, it’s not. You’ve got a whole five step plan. Mine is just one. Get with someone else.”

“You said that you and I can’t do that.” You quietly counter.

“I said we couldn’t just turn around and fall in love with someone else… But getting with someone and falling in love are completely different things.”

“What about the other person?” You wonder to him.

“What about ‘em?”

“You’ll just be doing what Uraraka did to you, to them.” His lips pull into a thin line. He’d just be using them, wasting their time; that’s not something Bakugo could do. He’s an asshole, just not that kind of asshole. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and find someone who’s willing to help you take revenge.”

“You did say revenge takes two.” You smile and nod mindlessly before your body goes rigid. You could help him take revenge! You just so happen to be trying to get revenge too!

“Bakugo!” You gasp. He jumps, eye widening and staring at you. You press your hand to your chest. “I could help you!”

“How?”

“You could get with me!” He blinks at you. A laugh pushes from him before the smile falls.

“You’re drunk… Maybe we should turn in for the night?” He waves the bartender down.

“I can help! You won’t be wasting my time because I’m not looking for a relationship, but we can both still get our revenge.”

“Revenge isn’t what we need.” He stands, waving down the bartender and getting out his wallet.

"Who else is better to help you than me? I'm your friend," You begin to count reasons on your fingers, "I know what you're going through, I have no expectations, and we want payback on the same people."

"Really, Y/n... I don't need payback. Sure, sounds nice to see it all flung back in their face but..." He trails off, his eye becoming distant again.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk about it.” You pout as you lean back and turn your attention away.

“I was just kidding. There’s no way I’m going to do something so childish as ‘get revenge’. There’s nothing to avenge.” He pays the tab and gently pulls your chair out. He cages you between the barstool and bar with his arms and levels his eyes to yours. “Relationships end like this all the time. There’s no rule saying they can’t fall in love with someone else…” He clenches his jaw and pulls back, looking away. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he adds in a rough tone, “We just have to accept it.”

Your chest twists again.

There’s no one to blame? This just happened to you? Things like this – being shattered into pieces – happens all the time, for no reason. The thought that there’s no one to blame for how horrid you feel, no one for you to blame for taking everything away; it just happened, and you’re powerless against it?

Before you can think better of it, your body is quaking, lips trembling, and tears spilling over your cheeks. You stare up to Bakugo obstinately.

“I don’t want to accept it.” You breathe. You just have to accept that you lost everything in one night? That it just so happened to happen? That there was nothing that could’ve been said or done differently to spare you the pain? That everything is exactly as it should be?

“Fuck, Y/n.” His shoulders slump slightly as he looks around to hand out dangerous looks to the onlooking bar patrons. He closes in on you, and you stiffen when you feel his strong arms take you into them. “Don’t cry.” His own voice is hoarse.

“I don’t want to accept it.” You repeat.

“I know…” You can feel Bakugo nod from where he rests his chin on your head. “But, let’s head back to the apartment for now and get some rest. We can plot the rest of our revenge over step two in the morning.” You nod; the more you think about being out of the dense crowd and in the quiet comfort of your apartment, the deeper your desire to leave embeds itself into your limbs.

Bakugo and you stumble from the bar together and to his car.

“We can send them their least favorite foods.” You mindlessly blurt as you stare blankly our the passenger window. Bakugo chuckles dryly.

“Not a bad idea.” You’ve got no control over the words spilling out of your mouth, and your head is spinning too much for you to think twice about them.

“If you ever need someone to get with for revenge, come to me first.” Your head lolls to try and find his dark figure. “I will help you.”

“Thanks, but like I said; let’s plot revenge tomorrow.”

“I know you said that but you have to promise me Bakugo.” His lips pull into a thin line, and his hands tighten on his steering wheel. He’s quiet as his jaw clenches and unclenches. “Bakugo, promise me.”

“Okay.” He sighs heavily. “Alright. I promise.”

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