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neaxsfiction · 10 months
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Bakugo comfort fic please 🥰
Bakugo's a character I've not read many things about but I'll try my best to portray his personality the best way possible. Its a bit rushed but i did my best. Thanks for the request ❤️
Bakugo comforting his friend
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I knock softly on his bedroom door hoping I am not disturbing him. I just need to talk to him.
He opens the door after a few seconds. His hair is messy and semi wet, he prolly was after shower. He was wearing a black tanktop and some matching sweatpants and also the usual angry expression he always has.
"Whatcha want at this hour?" He scoffs.
"I needed to talk to someone" I reply truthfully.
It's gonna be a rough night tonight.
"Shut up and come in" he growls and gets inside his room
He sits on his bed and glares at me.
I take a deep breath and start speaking. I tell him how my ex boyfriend dumped me some hours ago. I explain him what that guy meant for me. I cannot help it, when I flashback our memories, tears slip out of my eyes. How could he do this to me?
For a split second I thought his eyes softened as I was tearing up and explaing him. It must've been the tears though, Bakugo is never being soft for anybody, not even his closest friends. I think he has never seen me that way before so thats why seems to listen to me carefully.
"Told ya from the start he was a piece of trash" he spits out after bearing my meltdown.
I find myself tearing up more. How could he say that now?
"Stop being so weak. It's just an average guy. Nothing special about him." He explains. His anger seems to have toned down and he seems invested in this conversation.
No, bakugo is not like that.
"He was my first love..." I manage to say to him between my sobs, not knowing what else to say at this point.
Maybe I was the stupid one for not seeing his red flags from the start.
"And? Are you gonna let it be your last as well?" He asks and his tone softens.
"I don't know..." I say in pure despair.
"He wasn't good for you. If you find a guy as great as me - if that's possible, you won't have such a problem again" He explains with a rasp on his voice.
My sobs calm down a bit after his words. Maybe he was right. Maybe not. Maybe my head's too much of a mess to be able to think properly.
I notice him stand up and heading towards me. He looks at me with a soft expression. Maybe I didn't imagine that earlier.
He places his hand on my head and raises it so I can look at him directly in the eyes.
"Next time show me that you actually have a proper taste to guys." He smirks coming close to my face.
I nod and his words are traveling around my brain. Maybe I actually need to get some better taste in guys.
He stares deeply into my eyes as if he's unfolding my memories with my ex boyfriend and slowly remove the feelings behind them. Does that guy have a second quirk?
He lets me stay a bit in his room and we have fun while talking about cringy moments with my ex. Maybe he's right about him. At least I will now think of those moments and will be mentally thanking him for dumping me.
He offers to take me to my room that night. That's so strange of him, he never does that but anyway.
"Wanna make him jealous?" He asks jokingly.
"If it means to regret dumping me, then hell yes" I reply with the same playful tone he has.
"I'd help you in that." He says and for the first time that night he stares to the floor as we reach my bedroom door.
There is an awkward silence for a few seconds that totally ruined the playful mood.
What did he say again?
"Goodnight. Please don't cry over that douchebag." He says now looking at you with an almost apologetic look in his eyes. After that he slowly walks away.
"Goodnight to you too. I won't, I promise, and-" I say without thinking straight at this point.
He stops as I haven't finished my phrase and turns around, tilting his head to the left expecting me to continue what I was saying.
"I'd let you help me." I finish off my sentence and quickly open my room's door hiding behind it.
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spindlewig · 4 years
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playing party games with me is no fun because, instead of trying to uncover your deepest darkest secrets, I will do my best to utterly destroy you and win
why play never have I ever and say things like 'been in a threeway' or 'kissed the same sex' when the other people can easily lie or admit and feel weird
when you can play it and sit there waiting, grinning like the devil themself, patiently waiting until it's your turn, and then saying with the smug satisfaction of someone who has no intent of losing-
"never have I ever driven a motorcycle"
while staring each of your friends down in turn and watching as the light fades from their eyes and they each slowly put down a finger
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