#every day i wake up n make myself feel worse than the day before ❤️

[poppy-thatcher]

Stolen (Katsuki Bakugo)

A/N: So... worse than my bored mind... is the unconscious one. It does things I can't even fathom when I wake. This specific dream though... it's pretty out of character... for everyone involved (minus myself, because if I really ran into this man I would probably react this way, lol). The people mentioned in the dream are close friends of mine but I've changed their names just in case. 🤭Don't ask me how that happened either. I don't think of either of them romantically or sexually.

Of course, you'd be the one to get hurt when you two collide. He's nothing but muscle, basically a brick wall. And you, born with two left feet. You're so flustered, acting more like a fish out of water. That's when your boyfriend comes to save you. But is he really saving you? Or better yet, do you even want to be saved?

Warnings: Mentions of little blood (from injury), cursing, and talk of a poly relationship (?). Hopefully, I don't offend anyone with this piece, as that's not my intention. Tried to research poly info and have found there is no definitive answer because everyone views love and relationships differently (duh!). I don't imagine it's actually like this because who would agree to the toxicity we see from Caleb. As the dream goes on, it's later implied that the reader doesn't have much of an emotional connection to Caleb and that's what Dove is for. Just writing about how this weird ass dream went! ❤️

A/N 2: I've somehow found myself on the Sero train. Sero appreciation mentioned.💕

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I said, bumping into his firm chest, and knocking his drink from his hand.

I felt like I watched the glass fall in slow motion, my eyebrows knitting together, as it shattered on the hardwood floor of our local bar.

He grunted in response, and I quickly knelt on the ground to pick up the broken pieces so no one else would get hurt.

“I can replace your drink. How much do I owe you? Or you can just put it on my tab at the bar.” I said, standing, cupping the shards loosely in my hands.

My eyes met his crimson stare and I audibly swallowed, feeling the nearby air heat to an uncomfortable degree. His eyebrows were knitted together as he took something from his pocket and pressed it gently to my forehead. I stood there dazed, afraid to blink.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked, his gruff voice sending chills down my spine.

The bar we were in wasn’t as loud as on weekends. I was thankful that I could hear him clear as day.

“What?” I asked, not because I didn’t hear him, but because I was unsure why he was asking, “I mean, I’m fine. I think… are you okay?” I asked, blushing as I rambled, my nerves on high alert being near someone like him.

He smirked, making my heart pick up its pace.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. You must've crashed into me pretty hard. Your forehead is bleeding.” he gently cupped my face with his free hand, angling it so that he could get a better look.

“Oh,” I breathlessly mumbled, still in my dazed state.

My skin, where his hand lingered for far too long, felt like it was catching fire. I slowly took a step back. His previously free hand dropped from my face, but the one holding the cloth to my open wound stayed connected. He slowly lifted the cloth and smirked at me.

“Seems fine now,” he said, cramming the cloth back in his pocket.

“Thanks,” I stammered out.

Before anything more could be said, a warm hand wrapped around the base of my neck.

“Everything okay, doll?” Caleb asked, smiling at me.

His eyes darted to the beautiful stranger and his focus shifted. He stood taller, puffing his chest out, and smiled. I rolled my eyes, realizing what was going on without words needed.

“Wow… pro-hero Dynamite. I never thought we’d see someone like you at a place like this.” Caleb poked fun.

“A place like this?” the pro-hero asked, “And the name’s Bakugo. My friends meet here the first of every month to check in with each other. I don’t remember ever seeing you around,” his eyes trailing back to mine, letting me know he wasn’t really talking to Caleb.

“We don’t normally come on weekdays,” Caleb commented, his hand snaking to nestle more on the front of my neck now. 

He shoved his thumb under my chin and forced my face upward, an easy task as he towered over my height. My eyes met his, as he quickly took my lips in his. No doubt, putting on a show to let Bakugo know I belonged to him. I quickly pulled my face away and rolled my eyes at the action.

“Hmm.” Bakugo hummed, extending his hand turned upward, “let me have that glass, sweetheart.” 

I quickly did as he asked, blushing at the nickname that he’d used more than once now. 

“You two enjoy your night,” he said, smirking at me and walking to the bar.

My eyes stayed trained on Bakugo as Caleb lead me to our table, watching as he walked away from us. I was nudged in the side, pulling my attention away again, turning to Caleb.

“Hmm?” I asked. 

“You’re gonna break your neck if you keep turning it that far.” he grumbled, clearly annoyed, “Could you be any more obvious?!”

“What are you getting at?” I asked, finally back at our friend’s table.

“Girl! I saw you talking to Dynamite. That man is such an absolute dream!” my friend Dove said, cooing at me. “You thinking of adding him?” she smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

“No, she’s not,” Caleb snapped, still being a grump.

“What on earth would a man like that want with someone like me? I’m just your run-of-the-mill girl. No quirk or anything fancy about me.” I said, shrugging my shoulders and grabbing for the drink Dove was watching over.

“Whatever, you loser.” she laughed, lacing her hand with Caleb’s. 

He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing it. I looked to the bar, where Bakugo was last seen, to find he was still there looking us over. His eyes caught mine and he smirked, not pulling his gaze away. I blushed and looked down, unsure of what was going on with me.

As the night slowly passed, Dove and Caleb ordered a few more drinks for the table, getting much more comfortable in each other’s company. I stuck to my single Coke, trying to feel like I belonged, as our mutual friends talked with each other. All I wanted to do was go home, throw on some pajamas, and cuddle up with my new book. 

I looked around the bar, people watching, and then I found him and his group. They seemed like they were having fun, laughing, and joking with each other. I didn’t recognize any of his friends until one walked up to the table with more drinks on a tray. I smirked and started to watch more intently, my eyes trained on him.

In the middle of his group sat the pro-hero Cellophane. He was a lower-ranked hero, but definitely one of my favorites. His shaggy mullet-styled hair always looked so messily in place. His large teeth, which would have seemed offputting, always seemed to be on display, lighting up the whole room. I thought he was unexplainably handsome. And to add to his beautiful looks, he was a genuinely nice hero. His interviews were my favorite to watch. He seemed so carefree and happy. A feeling I was eager to chase after my whole life. His eyes met mine and he smiled, waving my way. I bit my lip and waved back. Our interaction caught the attention of the table and caused all eyes to land on me, making me blush and look down.

Caleb noticed my demeanor change and nudged me under the table with his foot. I looked up at him for the first time in a good minute, just noticing that Dove was sitting on his lap, her lipstick a little out of place, as it happened to be smeared on the corners of Caleb’s lips. 

“Leave him alone, doll. I’m not agreeing to add him to this dynamic. You can't listen to two Alphas. You, me, and Dove...we work well together.”

“We work well together because I let you do whatever the hell you want. You and I don’t live together. And when we changed this relationship we both agreed to certain terms. You and I agreed that we could each add one of our own choosing.” I stated, getting frustrated with Caleb.

He cut me off.

“Not him. Anyone but him.” he growled back, “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

“I’m not understanding how that’s any of your concern,” I said, looking up and down pointedly, as I motioned to Dove’s current position.

Caleb growled, causing me to roll my eyes at his childish behavior.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t be surprised if I don’t come back to the table.” 

As I got up to leave, Caleb quickly grabbed my elbow.

“Don’t leave without texting. I hate trying to figure out where the hell you ran off to. I shouldn’t have to hunt you down like a child who skipped out on their curfew.”

I rolled my eyes, “Sure thing… dad.”

“I think you meant daddy, princess.”

“Fuck you!” I yelled over the music, walking away and giving Caleb the finger over my shoulder.

As I stepped foot out of the bathroom I was gently grabbed and pushed to the nearby wall. I began to panic until crimson eyes met mine again. One of his warm hands was placed near my head, and the other sat lowly near my waist, successfully blocking me in my spot. I audibly gulped, trying my best to remember to breathe. The bathrooms sat off in a much more secluded part of the bar, allowing this encounter to feel far too intimate than it should have.

“Sweetheart, I need ya to spell some stuff out for me,” he smirked.

I couldn’t trust my voice, so I nodded to this request.

“That guy you’re with, Caleb, he your boyfriend?” he questioned.

“Yes,” I meekly answered.

“But that other chick is all over him in front of you,” he stated, looking to me for clarity, no doubt.

“Open relationship,” I stated, blinking back the anxiety he gave me from being in such close proximity.

“Oh,” he stated, taking a step back, “Got room for me in that open relationship of yours?” he smirked.

“Seriously?” I asked him, taken back by how quickly he accepted my relationship status.

“If some idiot's gonna share, I’ll have to make do and take advantage. Won’t I?” he traced my jawline, lacing his warm hand in my hair at the nape of my neck. “What’s your name? Or do you actually prefer me to call you sweetheart?” 

I bit my lip, my head spinning at the attention, and exhaled.

“(Y/N)… (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” I said quickly, “But sweetheart is nice too.”

My comment made Bakugo lowly chuckle.

The deep, gruff sound reverberated off the walls, sending chills to my spine and down my toes. It was infectious, as it made me shyly laugh with him.

“I’m Katsuki Bakugo."

#bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #sero hanta #poppy dreams #this guy is on my mind like 90% of the time #sero is reaching the tops of my chart now too #it's the smile!