#bakugou x reader angst

[katszumi]

part one but can be read as a standalone!

today’s the day— the six year reunion for all the graduated u.a students. the day bakugou was internally dreading.

he didn’t want to attend, but because of shitty hair, he basically had no other choice. he thought it was stupid, annoying even considering the fact he still works with some of his old classmates.

plus, bakugou was never the type to attend gatherings. he hated the loud noise, busy moving bodies, and the useless small talk people had just to be respectful. none of it was apart of bakugou’s persona, not even his pr managers could change that.

but, he also knows the slight possibility of you being there. he knows someone extended the invite to you, back then every single classmate loved you.

since the night he rudely brushed you off, you haven’t been in contact with him once. his messages still delivered green, and you unable to show on any of his social media. for him, you only existed as a fragment of his memory other than the times you appear on television or the news.

you seemed to be thriving in america. the first year you went, he remembers seeing an article online on how you quickly climbed the ranks in america, the americans instantly adoring everything about you. despite your hero name and quirk, fans began to relate you to a siren, claiming how you were too captivating and powerful to be true. soon, citizens also began to recognize you as the star-spangled siren.

no doubt, bakugou thought it was hilarious. it was something so incredibly stupid. but it was also a reminder that you accomplished your dream. you were a great hero. all of your fears from six years ago were disregarded, and you proved to yourself that you built yourself up by yourself with no support system.

he always knew you were the strongest within the class. maybe that’s why he always felt so weak in front of you. he didn’t stand a chance against you, especially when he finds your figure standing by the bar.

you were messing with your drink, engaging in conversation with mina and ochako. those were the girls always attached at your hip back then.

at first he questions himself whether to squeeze himself in the conversation, or to leave you be. he figured that if you wanted to talk to him then you would’ve reached out years ago.

but before he could act on anything, your gaze meets his. it feels like time on every clock comes to a halt.

he takes in your new differences from the last time he saw you. you grew an inch or two taller, which he found hilarious since you used to pray to be taller. you’re a little more tan; bakugou remembering somewhere in a textbook that the states received more hours of sunlight than japan. you’ve matured more in your face; you were always the girl he found cute. but now, your gazing eyes were more fierce, your pouting lips that he often found himself sneaking glances at were parted, and your newly developed body; your arms were more toned, your body a tad more curvaceous.

enamored wasn’t even the right word to describe bakugou. an understatement even.

it’s all too strange how he felt a pulsation in his chest, his heart hammering from the small moment of eye-contact. he believed that he got over you, coming to terms that there’d never be a chance that you’d talk to him with dancing eyes and a grin on your face like before. but, oh boy, was he wrong.

guilt immersed him. he was angry with himself for treating you like you didn’t matter. everything you said that day, you were right. he didn’t tell you anything related to his emotions, he was avoiding you for weeks, and he was a dick for simply letting you go. he knew all of this, even years ago he realized. bakugou wasn’t the type to go back on his word nor apologize.

but in order for you to talk to him with even a fake smile on your face, he would have to do just that. though, it was you— he wouldn’t mind getting down on both knees, begging for you to forgive him if he had to.

pathetic, bakugou would say, who in their right mind would do something like that? but he would. because six years later, bakugou was still pathetically in love with you.

mina noticed your shift in eye, so she peered over her shoulder, searching the area for what grabbed your attention. it was quick the way she noticed it was him that snatched your breath. her eyes widened for a small moment before turning her head once again.

mina was probably talking shit about him, that was no surprise. even though he and mina got together well, you and mina were attached at the hip; she valued you more than him. he easily read mina’s body language, you must’ve told mina the situation long ago from the way she placed her palm on your arm and rubbed it gently.

unfortunately, he didn’t care if you or mina would be frustrated with his audacity. if anything, everything he was going to do from this point on was because he cared so much about you. so fuckin’ much he’d drain the ocean dry to prove his love to you.

bakugou had only fallen in love twice. once with you and once with a mirror. one, a destructive on-going path without a clear result. one, someone so far-fetched yet still warm and beautiful. someone that eventually in time becomes part of the oxygen he needs to breathe.

the mirror was the first-choice. becoming the number one hero was his only objective, no matter the opportunity cost, he was going to do anything to reach his goal. halfway through, he realized he chose wrong.

there was no point in reaching the goal without you. you were his hands and feet, so why did he expect himself to be okay with the situation he caused?

bakugou hated defeat, he already knows that. but he’d be damned if he allowed you to slip through his fingers once more.

and just like that, his legs are moving towards you and mina. his mind consisted of nothing; he had no words ready for you, no apology prepared. he just sees you and, like always, he needs to be in your vicinity.

as he marches towards you, he realizes that it’s always been like this, him chasing you to his hearts desire. at the beginning, it was a light jog nothing that would cause him to break a sweat. soon it turned into a full-blown sprint, the gap between you and him seeming to increase every day.

before he could muster anything to say, he makes it to you. he keeps his distance from you so you don’t run away, but enough that he can see the pores on your face.

you ogle at him, your face twisted a bit. mostly likely from the surprise of him trudging towards you as if nothing happened. mina rolled her eyes at him as she folded her arms.

“bakugou, don’t be one of those.” mina started.

“one of what?!”

she scoffed. “one of those obsessive guys when they realized they’ve lost a gem because they were stupid as fuck.” mina him a ‘that’s you’ look. “don’t come crawling back now.”

bakugou opened his mouth to object mina, prepared to go off on her. just a week ago, she was chatting it up with him, kirishima, and denki, no animosity found in any of her statements. but since you were here, she supposed she had to play the part as the protective best-friend.

but before he could say anything, you beat him to it.

“it’s fine, mina.”

your voice was still the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. so gentle and euphonious. he wanted to thank the heavens on the earth for allowing him this opportunity again even when he’s a shitty guy. he didn’t deserve you, he knew that, but he couldn’t bypass the overwhelming feeling of yearning you.

he shifted in his position, clearly shocked that you didn’t seem to hate the fact he was standing within your vicinity.

mina also shocked, raised a brow at your best-friend. “you sure babes?” you nodded in response. the pink colored woman leaned into her ear, whispering god-knows what, before walking away with ochako to leave you and him alone.

you faced bakugou fully now, your eyes taking in the subtle distinctions he’s made over the years. bakugou always was one of the strongest in the class, but even now, he developed into a rigorous man. you can tell he’s shaved recently, the small hairs on his chin slowly starting to form. his eyes are more relaxed, seeming more generous.

alike him, you too kept post on bakugou in japan. you’d frequently find yourself searching him on the internet to wonder how he’s doing. just like he told you and everyone else at u.a, he was now the number one hero of japan. he proved to all his doubters that he could do it.

you were proud of him, internally rooting him on from 6,303 miles away. however, externally, you masked a look of resentment for him.

he broke your heart when he pushed you away. you didn’t understand why it was so difficult for him to come clean about things, especially when it came to you.

you had enough of it.

or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, hoping for your heart to believe it as your mind did.

“hi,” you said. he could tell you were nervois from the way your hand slightly trembled. “long time no see.”

bakugou anxiously chuckled, “yeah.” he instinctively ran his fingers through his hair as he swallowed nothing. “look, i’m not even going to waste any time with this. y/n, i am so fuckin’ sorry.” his tone softened, coming from the deepest part of him. you can’t recall a time where his voice ever sounded so tender like this.

“kat—” you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

“no, i mean it. i am sorry for being a coward. i was a fool for treating you like you didn’t matter to me when that wasn’t the case, it was never the case. you were too good for me and that scared me. i’m rough on the outside, i couldn’t imagine savoring someone so mellow. i’m a pathetic asshole, a bitch, a cunt.”

you reached forward to place your hand on his wrist. “don’t say such things about yourself, katsuki. you are not any of those things.���

“don’t be good with me. i don’t deserve to be treated this way. give me the punishment i deserve for causing you anguish.” he begged. unknowingly, his hands slipped into yours. you could feel his sweat accumulate, his shaky hands.

all of this just for you to forgive him. how could you ever despise him when he’s an emotional wreck in the palm of your hands?

“it’s okay, katsuki. i’ve come to forget about it years ago. you’re one of the best things to happen to me during my adolescence. we were young and we both said things we didn’t mean back then.” bakugou looks at you with a pout. “i forgive you.”

you pull bakugou into a hug, wrapping your arms around him. you almost had forgotten how much bigger his figure was compared to yours until he bear-hugs you.

“how long are you staying until you leave for america?” he asks.

“i was going to wait till the end of the night to share this, but i was never one to hold secrets from you.” you released bakugou from the hug, a smile tugging your lips. “i’m coming back to japan.”

“what? but america… why?” he scrambled for words.

you lightly shrugged, “not my kind of place. i also really missed my home.”

“fuckin’ hell,” his words trailed off. bakugou couldn’t imagine the happiness that was coming from him right now. in his mind, he thanked kirishima for dragging him here. “i’m so relieved.”

you laughed, one that bakugou could tell wasn’t fake. he couldn’t help but to smile. he was finally talking to you, the woman he loved, after six long years. he was unsure if he could survive another minute of you ignoring him.

“so, back then, did you?”

“did i what?”

“back then, did you like me? did i really mean something to you?”

bakugou tried to remember if you were ever this dense? what a stupid fuckin’ question, bakugou thinks.

“you were the first person ever to tell me to have desires and to not hold back.” he explains. “did i like you? y/n, i loved you. every part of you, i loved. hell, i still do.” it seemed easier for him to confess, maybe it was from the adrenaline he was feeling in this moment.

but he didn’t care, if anything he was glad. you needed to hear it just as much he needed to admit it to himself.

“then, let’s start over, katsuki. let’s ditch this place, i know you’re not a big fan of parties anyway.”

bakugou knows all too well, he loves it how you remember the smallest parts of him. he loves your consideration and emotional warmth that you’re always quick to offer. even though, the gates were open for you to leave, you stayed.

he knew that his love for you would last a lifetime and would always welcome you with sweet grace and a humble gratitude.

all he can do is nod in response, hoping to suppress his racing heartbeat.

bakugou takes your hand to lead you to the exit of the party. “my job here is done anyway.”

@b134ch-m4h-ey3z @bsallergy

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[sinfulpanda16]

CheatingHusband!Bakugou who knew his world was over when he made direct eye contact with you while another woman was naked underneath him. Panic washed over him when you turned around and started running.

CheatingHusband!Bakugou yelled at that other woman to get the fuck out and went to you for forgiveness. He was on the ground tears falling begging for you to not leave. He didn't care how pathetic he looked all he cared about was not losing you.

CheatingHusband!Bakugou who didn't earn a forgiveness from you but did earn a second chance. Relieved and happy he gets up and goes for a hug, but you push him away, it's ok you need time and he understands.

CheatingHusband!Bakugou is working hard to earn your trust again. He's a lot more gentle with you, careful not to overstep any boundaries and shows his respect for you. He tucks you in bed and gently strokes your hair and then kisses your head, "Goodnight baby" he'd say with a soft smile before going back to his place in the couch.

CheatingHusband!Bakugou who started forming tears in his eyes hearing you say what everyone else has been saying. You deserve better. With clenched fists and teary eyes, he sighs and looks away. He let you go because he loves you and that's what you do when you love someone.

CheatingHusband!Bakugou thirteen years later who saved a little boy from a villain attack and brought him to safety. The little boy runs towards his parents where Bakugou catches a glimpse of the mother and the father. The mother looks very familiar and that's when he realized that it was you.

CheatingHusband!Bakugou who stared at the family with wide eyes. The little boy ran into you arms crying, you picked up your son and held him tight with tears in your eyes. The boy's father went in and held both of you.

CheatingHusband!Bakugou who laid in bed looking up at the ceiling that night and started shedding tears as he remembered the years with you. He missed them and he still loved you and he realized you were the one who got away.

a/n: I know I'm all about writing comfort fics but I've had this idea in my head for a while and wanted to write it ^^

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[sorrowfulrosebud]

Katsuki fumbled as the heavy wooden door of your mansion was nearly slammed in his face, you being the cause. Your infuriated strides didn’t stop as you reached the kitchen.

Katsuki felt his eyes burn and bile rise in his throat as he tried desperately to reach you.

“Baby, please! It was one time, and I didn’t even kiss her-,” he rambles worriedly, taking a step aback as you turn around.

Your eyes held nothing but pure fire and pain.

“Oh my FUCKING GOD Katsuki! You didn’t kiss her?! Oh that’s just wonderful, I totally forgive you for going behind my FUCKING BACK and fucking other women! That makes everything okay now!” You cry? Laugh? You couldn’t tell anymore.

Katsuki winces at your tears, pearly streaks of his own staining his cheeks. He reaches for you, heart breaking when you flinch away from him.

“Baby-,” he starts.

“Don’t you fucking DARE call me that you disloyal bastard,” you sob.

“I gave you my EVERYTHING, you son of a bitch! The nights I spent slaving over that fucking stove so YOU wouldn’t go hungry! I broke my back cleaning this fucking house, I give up my social life so we can be together, I bust my fucking ass doing stuff in bed I don’t want to do, ALL FOR YOU! I gave you EVERYTHING! So don’t you fucking dare try and have some balls now.” You sob through gritted teeth.

Katsuki sinks to his knees, openly sobbing and grabbing your hands. You tried forcing them back, but his grip was relentless. He pressed tearful kisses to your hands, amplifying your pained sobs.

“(Y/N), please! It was the worst mistake of my entire fucking life, of OUR lives. It was an act of stupidity, and if I could go back in time I would kill past me for even looking at her. It’s YOU I love, not her. It’s you, it’s always been you,” he gasped for breath, looking up at you. You paused.

“AAAAAAAND CUT! That was a great take everyone, go grab some lunch and be back in an hour to continue the shoot,” the director shouts, hopping off his pedestal.

You wiped your tears off, cursing the added tear stick as you laughed.

“Jesus Christ, that was a rough scene. How are you, baby?” You look down at him. Your smile was warm, a complete contrast to the character in the series you were acting in. Katsuki made no move to wipe his tears.

He rose slowly, before wrapping his arms around you tightly. He sniffled as he held you as close as possible, kissing the side of your face.

“Baby, are you alright? It was just a scene!” You giggle, kissing him on the forehead.

“If I ever make you sad like that, I need you to kill me. I would rather die than make you cry the way you just did,” he sniffed, wiping his nose and holding your cheeks.

“Aw sweetie. I know you’d never cheat on me. I love you so, so, so much. I guess we just did too good a job acting,” you giggle. You pull him in closer for a kiss, wiping his tears and playing with his baby hairs.

“I love you so much. Never ever forget that,” he says firmly. You nod, before squeezing out of his grip and tapping his ass playfully.

“Of course angel, now let’s get lunch. Sato made enchiladas and I’m craving them so badly,” you kiss him again. Katsuki’s phone beeped, and he checked before grimacing slightly.

“I’ll be right there babe, Eijiro’s complaining about something,” he says, squeezing your sides and sending you off.

You’re so fucking right, baby. He thought. His chest bloomed in pain. Ochaco’s bunched up tits stared right back at him in picture form, taunting him.

I did too good of an acting job.

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[gglitch1dd]

The Contract Pt 3

Context: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.

Basically: Reader dumps Katsuki and goes for Izuku.

Main Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

<Masterlist> <PART 1> <PART 2> <PART 4>

Warning: Money money money, ATTEMPTED MURDER, the power of an Asain mom's slipper, jealousy is a disease. "Okaasan" means "mother" in Japanese.

“So you must be Mrs Midoriya?”

You smiled gently as you offered her your hand, shaking it firmly with a gentle laugh. “Not yet. Midoriya is my soon to be surname.” You told the real estate agent.

 It had been around two months since you and Midoriya had signed everything off and were in a contract of convenience. You had both agreed that it would be good to start fresh, to move in together while everything else- including the wedding- was being sorted. Right now you were apartment hunting and trying to do your best to find the ideal apartment for the both of you.

You stood in the private lounge of the luxury apartment building, where you had been waiting on the Real Estate Agent to appear. Ms Hanako stood proudly in stilettos and a professional skirt with a buttoned up white shirt. She smiled over at you. “Will Mr Midoriya be joining us?” She asked you.

You nodded your head. “Yes, he’s just running a little late but he said he should be here in a minute.” You informed her. Midoriya had a meeting in the last ten minutes that he said he had to go to but he promised that he would be here with you for viewing apartments today, even going as far as to clear his schedule for the rest of the day. “We apologise about that, he gets caught up in work a lot.” You weren’t lying. Midoriya was known to be quite the workaholic. He wasn’t Number One hero for no reason after all.

She shook her head with a chuckle as she lifted up her tablet to her face. “No, no it’s fine. I see here that the two of you didn’t specify a budget that you’re working with.” She said her face scrunched up a bit in confusion before looking up at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows as well, remembering that the two of you had discussed it. “Oh… that’s a mistake on our part.” You told her honestly. “We agreed on-”

“Sorry, I’m late.” Walking into the lounge was Midoriya as he took off his cap and ruffled his hair again. You turned towards him with a bright smile, Ms. Hanako’s eyes growing large at the sight of the Number One hero of the country. Midoriya adjusted the watch around his wrist before taking place next to you. “There was a lot more traffic than I thought there would be down Main.” He reported before putting a hand on the small of your back, looking down at you with a smirk mixed with a smile. “Sorry about that, my love.” He moved to place a kiss on your forehead. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

You smiled up at him with a soft chuckle. “It’s fine, honey, you’re just on time.” You moved a curl out of his face, before turning back to the still shocked real estate agent.

Midoriya smiled customarily, a smile he normally used in public appearances. He nodded his head. “You must be Miss Hanako, our real estate agent?” He asked, looking at you for confirmation.

Quickly she straightened up and bowed at the waist before him. “Mr. Deku.” She let out, her voice slightly higher pitched than she was before. “I didn’t know you were my client, I would have-”

“No, please, it's alright.” Midoriya quickly dismissed it with a chuckle. “Call me Midoriya, I’m off the clock right now.” He told her. She looked up from her bow and straightened up, nodding her head trying not to combust in front of him.

You giggled softly, finding it rather amusing. “She told me that we didn’t specify our range that we were going with.” You told him motioning towards the dark-haired woman in front of the both of you.

That peaked his interest as his eyebrows raised. Then almost like a lightbulb going on, it hit him. “Right…” He let out with a snap of his fingers. “Sorry, I forgot to fill it in when booking for the consultation.” He said with a bow of the head. “My apologies.” You felt his hand snake around you, putting his hand on your hip as he kept you to his side. You felt heat rise up your neck but you stayed as relaxed as possible to not rouse suspicion. Midoriya kept his eyes on Ms. Hanako. “How does 10 sound?”

“Million?”

“Billion Yen.” She let out a squeak at the change in zeros. You turned to look up at him, shocked knowing that wasn’t the price you both agreed upon. He then racked through his head trying to think of converting it. “How much is that? 10 million dollars? I don’t know, somewhere there.” He waved his hand off. “I’m not sure, let’s not put a price on it. If we like it, I’ll buy it.” He dismissed.

You gave him a tense smile as you nudged him slightly. “Honey…” You gave him a pointed look, it was still a bit weird calling him by his first name which is why you rather called him by nicknames instead. Not that you couldn’t call him by his given name, he encouraged it, but you were trying to get used to it on the down low first. “Isn’t that a bit much?” You asked him. “I thought we agreed on just a little less than half that price.”

“Yah but…” He turned to look down at you with a tilt of his head and a smirk. “I want to spoil my fiancé.” He reminded you. You felt a blush go to your face. “Besides, we’re buying, not renting. This isn’t like a yearly expense thing. I don’t mind spending that much.” He told you honestly. He turned back to Ms. Hanako who still seemed shocked. “So is that okay with you?”

She was frozen for a moment glancing at you before looking back at Midoriya. She nodded her head with a quick smile. “Of course, I know just the right apartments for you guys.” She assured with a smile, before motioning with one hand for the both of you to follow her. You did as she was saying, maintaining a close proximity with her as she led you two towards the elevator. “As you both know, we pride ourselves in the safety and privacy of all our residents here. Being near the centre of the city really helps commuting to and from work or any other activities here and the city. We do have many other proheroes and their families that live in our buildings as well.” She notified the both of you, scanning her hand before the elevator opened. You moved into the elevator with her as she pushed the second highest floor. “We actually had Proheroes Dynamight and Red Riot move in just a year ago.” She informed the both of you proudly, making you tighten your grip on your purse. Suddenly, you weren’t feeling so sure about living here.

You felt Midoriya move his hand off of your side and clasping your hand that was closest to him. His large hand encased your smaller one, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb lightly as to try and calm you down and relax at the news that was just told. You tightened your hold on him, squeezing his hand in gratitude. He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Oh yes.” She nodded her head. “Of course, for privacy reasons, I can’t disclose where or which of our buildings they live in but yes.” Midoriya hummed, making a mental note to find out later.

The elevator dinged after a while and Ms Hanako stepped out into the hallway. “We have two apartments on this floor, both designed similarly in making.” She walked over to the door on the left. With a swipe of one of the cards she had with her, she motioned for the both of you to enter.

You looked around with wide eyes at the prestigiousness of the penthouse. The windows were huge with flawless glass panes that let in sunlight perfectly. You looked to your right at the spacious open floor plan. You noticed a second floor above you. Midoriya looked around with a raised eyebrow. “It’s like a slightly larger version of my apartment.” You heard him mutter to himself which only made you choke back a snort.

Ms. Hanako motioned around the apartment with a smile. “This is a two-floor apartment with three bedrooms, 5 bathrooms (three being in-suites), including a study, laundry room, pantry and balcony. Stands at around 6 million.” She stated as she led you through the apartment itself. You looked around with wide eyes, liking the look of it. She took you upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms before turning to the both of you. “These are one of our best apartments for ready and growing families.” She hinted with a wink.

You glanced over to Midoriya who looked over to you. He smirked over at you putting his hands on his hips. “Well, isn’t that great news, sweetheart.” He asked you, dripping in amusement as he kept his green eyes on you. He then motioned to Ms. Hanako. “We’ve been thinking of having kids.” He said with a proud smile on his face.

“Somewhere in the future.” You interjected with a tense smile.

Ms. Hanako's smile broadened as she clasped her hands together. “That’s wonderful!”

“I know, right?”

You gave Midoriya a pointed look when Ms. Hanako looked away from the both of you. He gave you a thumbs up in agreement, making you roll your eyes. After she led you around, she allowed the two of you to roam by yourselves for a moment. The process repeated as she took you to see two other apartments. After a long day of looking at apartments and shopping, you both ended back at your apartment.

Most of your items were already in boxes, sold or ready to be moved out. While the both of you looked for an apartment, you decided you would move in with Midoriya in the meantime. Midoriya grabbed another slice of pizza out of the box with a hum and a smile.

You shook your head in amusement as you leaned against the counter. “You know, for someone who boasts healthy living, I’ve nearly never seen someone who eats as much as you.” You pointed out motioning to him with the same hand that you held your soda can in.

Midoriya flicked his gaze up at you. He shrugged before motioning to himself. “I’m a big man.” He pointed out to you making you chuckle. “I’ve got to eat a lot. Stock up on calories I’ll burn later. All this muscle doesn’t sustain itself.” He nodded his head, almost proud of his reasoning towards you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Muscles or fat?” He looked at you with a gasp and a hand to his chest, deeply offended, making you laugh. There was a knock at your door. You kicked yourself off the counter and made your way out of the kitchen to the door. “Don’t finish the pizza.”

“Well I don’t feel so inclined to listen to you anymore.” He spoke filled with pettiness making you laugh.

You opened the door without checking through the peephole. “Hello- oh.” You froze as you saw who stood in front of you.

Bakugou stood with his hands in front of him. The blond prohero opened his mouth to speak but seemed just as frozen as you. His crimson eyes were stuck on you and your being, feeling choked up and without any words to say. His eyes… they were something you loved so dearly about him and yet as you looked into them now face to face you felt as if they were suffocating you. His tall demeanour seemed to soften at the sight of you. He cleared his throat straightening up in front of you.

“Y/N, I… I know you probably don’t want me in the kids' life but I promise you I will do everything in my power to be the best parent to it.” He told you. Your eyes widened once you registered what you were saying. He thought over what he had just said. “Them.” He corrected himself. “Whatever they are.”

You blinked once. Twice. Three times. “Uh… Katsuki, what are you talking about?” You asked him with a tilt of his head.

Bakugou swallowed down hard as he motioned towards you. “Your… your kid. Our kid.”

“Our kid?” You asked, motioning between you and him. He nodded his head affirmingly. You almost would have found him cute if you were still together and you weren’t mad enough to slam the door in his face. You let out a breath as you leaned against the doorway, your arms folded as you stared at him. Bakugou willed himself to only look you in the eyes, knowing that indulging in the want to look over your figure would only make this situation worse. “Katsuki, I don’t have a kid.”

At first, you saw the wheels turning in his head. His face fell at the statement as he stood in the hallway with wide eyes for a moment. “You don’t?”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know about you,” You stated, motioning over to him. “especially with all your choices during our relationship,” You saw him close his eyes with a deep sigh as he looked away from you for a moment. “But I don’t have any children that I know of.”

“The kid that was-”

“With me when the building caught on fire? My friends. Not mine. So if we’re done here, I’m hungry.” You turned to go back into your apartment, moving to close the door, however you heard an odd thud when you did. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down to see Bakugou’s black boots blocking your door from closing. You opened the door more, looking at him heavily annoyed. “Katsuki, please leave.”

“Y/N, please.” He let out lowly as he put a hand to your doorway as if that would have stopped you from slamming the door in his face. He hesitated for a second but you saw his face fall, he looked down to the floor for a moment before looking up at you again. “I know I fucked up, big time. I know it feels as though I’ve wasted your time and you want nothing to do with me.”

“You’re wrong, I don’t feel Katsuki. I know you wasted my time.” You pointed out with furrowed eyebrows. “You cheated on me.”

Bakugou swallowed down hard but nodded his head. That was something that took you a bit by surprise. “I did. I did cheat and I’m sorry. Please, all I ever wanted was for you, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” He motioned to you, your expression dropped as you looked away from him. “to be with me.” You opened your mouth. “Yes, I know what you’re going to say but Eijiro loves you too. You know how much he loves you. Don’t act as if you were oblivious to it.”

You frowned, tightening your grip on your door handle. “I wasn’t oblivious to it, Katsuki, I just didn’t act on it. I respected you enough not to.” You pointed out. You let out a drained sigh as you moved to massage your eyebrows. “I’m tired, Katsuki. Please leave.”

“Y/N wait-”

“Hey, Y/N, sorry to bother you but is it okay if I order another pizza?” You heard Midoriya chirp in behind you as walked into the hallway, being able to be seen by Bakugou. He had his phone in hand as he stared down at the screen. “Cause I really couldn’t resist eating that last sli-” He looked up and his eyes caught on the blond. He perked up. “Oh…” He slowly made his way to stand behind you. “Hey Kacchan.” He greeted.

Bakugou looked at the green haired hero in disbelief. His eyebrows furrowed as his face scrunched up almost in a mix of disbelief and also disgust. “Deku? The fuck you doing here?” He asked motioning to you.

Midoriya motioned back to the kitchen innocently. “Eating pizza.” He said simply. Bakugou gave him a pointed look in annoyance, showing that he wasn’t buying that. Midoriya took a step closer to you, coming up right behind- you making you let out a breath. He moved to encase your hand around the door handle, silently taking control of the situation. You looked down at his large scarred hands that were over yours, so much bigger and experienced than yours and yet held nothing but affirmative action behind them. “What are you doing here, Kacchan?” He asked with a tilt of his head as he furrowed his own eyebrows.

Bakugou let out a breath. He motioned to you. “I’m here to talk to YN.”

Midoriya looked down to you, his expression automatically easing as he looked down at you. “Are you done speaking to him?” You wordlessly nodded your head. He smiled. “Great.” He looked up at Bakugou. “Looks like she’s done talking to you. Goodbye, Kacchan.”

 Once again, Bakugou stopped the door from being closed in his face. Midoriya glanced down at Bakugou’s hand that was on the door and then looked back at the blond. You saw his expression darken at the action, a serious frown on his face. “Now hold on, Deku. I’m not here for you, I’m here for her. Now why don’t you mind your own fucking business and go back to eating your pizza.” Bakugou let out with a scowl.

Midoriya didn’t answer for a moment, just staring at the blond for a moment. He stepped out of the way. “You know what, come in for a second.” He said with a serious look on his face. You looked up at him wondering what the hell he was on about. Midoriya however, didn’t look at you as he allowed Bakugou through.

The blond put on a smug smirk on his face as he stepped past you and Midoriya into your apartment. Midoriya closed the door behind him, keeping his eyes on Bakugou. He was silent as he followed Bakugou. “Now, do you mind, Deku. I’ve gotta talk to-” Suddenly dark green tendril wrapped themselves around Bakugou restraining the blond hero. His eyes widened. “THE FUCK YOU DOING!” Bakugou shouted at Midoriya who had a rather emotionless expression on his face as he stared at the blond. You watched as Blackwhip had itself wrapped around Bakugou. Midoriya walked over to Bakugou, picking him up effortlessly. You watched silently as Midoriya marched over to your balcony, opening the sliding door. Immediately you felt your heart drop out of your chest as you watched with wide eyes. “DEKU! YOU SLIMEY FUCK! LET GO OF ME!” Bakugou shouted as his hands flexed at his sides trying to hurt Midoriya to force him to let go of him.

Midoriya marched onto your balcony. Without looking at Bakugou, he threw the blond off your balcony. You gasped as you slapped a hand over your mouth. Midoriya dusted his hands, blackwhip no longer activated as he marched back inside, closing the sliding door. He looked over to you with a smile. “So I can order another pizza right?” He asked you horrifyingly casually as he walked back into your kitchen.

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you looked back at your balcony. You were hoping maybe by some odd miracle maybe you were just delusional but you knew you weren’t. You glanced over to Midoriya, watching as he picked up his phone and started placing another order for pizza.

Noticing your silence, Midoriya looked up at you. He waved his hand down. “Don’t worry, he’s fine.” He stated casually as he shrugged. “It’s not the first time this has happened. It’s rather therapeutic, heals my inner child.” He told you as he tapped another button.

You motioned to your balcony. “What if you killed him!” You shouted.

“Oh I wish.” Midoriya looked up at you with a nod. “He can save himself. His quirk is good for doing that.” He motioned over to the side. “Actually…” He faced the screen of his phone towards you. He lifted up three fingers. Then two. Then one. Suddenly his phone started ringing, KACCHAN. Midoriya swiped accept as he answered the call. “Yes?”

“DEKU, I’M GOING TO FUCKING-”

Midoriya hung up the phone. He looked back at you with a smile. “You see, he’s fine. So what pizza do you want?” You stood in disbelief as you looked at him. You just blinked at him trying to grapple with what just happened. Midoriya looked at you. “I guess that’s a margarita.”

You sat next to Midoriya as the limo moved forward, today was the first time that the two of you would be seen at a press event together. It was another hero gala with a bunch of champagne, awards and slow dancing to make the elitists happy. It was a big deal coming in here as the fiancé to the Number One hero, having to stay by his side as he talked to big figure names like the Prime Minister, the Minister of Safety, the President of the Hero Commission and other board members. It was a serious occasion.

In light of the occasion you were dressed to match. You wore an emerald green dress that hugged your figure before falling naturally down around you causing a bit of a train around. Your sleeves were puffed and came to your elbows but made the look seem sexy without too much skin and underneath all that, red bottoms that Midoriya had gifted you. You let out a breath as you sat with your hands on your lap.

Midoriya let out a chuckle. You looked over to him and his smug self. You looked him up and down suspiciously which only increased the green haired man’s amusement. “And what are you giggling at?”

Midoriya shrugged, he sat in all black but his tie and waistcoat were the same luscious green as your dress and his hair. He adjusted the chain connecting his collar to his breast pocket. “You’re nervous.”

“Aren’t you?”

 He shook his head denying it with a small frown. You both would be last to enter the hall as it was customary for the Number One. It only built up the suspense you had. “No. Not really.” You looked down at your lap for a moment trying to get a grip of yourself as your stomach twisted into knots. You swallowed down hard as you tried to focus on your lap, you didn’t notice much of what Midoriya was doing. He slowly took your hands, rubbing over your knuckles gently as he put your hands together encased in his. He gave you a smile, a soft and endearing one. “We’re doing this together, okay. That’s why I’m not nervous. I’m not alone and neither are you.” He reminded you. “You and I are going to walk out of this limo, and pose like we are the hottest couple to ever set foot in Japan-” You couldn’t help but smile and scoff at that, making Midoriya’s smile widen. “-Cause we are, and enter that hall like the world is waiting for us- because it is. We are here together.”

You smiled softly at his words. It was an odd thing about Midoriya that also made him an amazing hero. It was how humble and kind he was. When it came to his words, he could say the most inspirational things to lift one up all with a smile on his face. You tightened your hold on him. “Thank you…” You told him honestly. You hesitated but smiled. “I-Izuku.”

You saw his demeanour soften at you calling him by his given name. “Of course...” He leaned closer to you with a slight smirk on his face. “Future Mrs. Midoriya.” You rolled your eyes as you nudged him, only making him laugh. “Talking about that, you did get all the invitations printed and sent digitalised, right?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Yes, they are all just waiting for the end of the evening and then they’ll be in people’s inboxes. I’m also going for my dress appointment next week.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? Can I come?”

“No!” You said laughing.

His face dropped in disappointment as he frowned. “Why?” He whined, his mouth in a slight pout as he looked at you very seriously.

“Why?” You asked confused but still laughing. “Cause you can’t see me in the dress before the wedding day. It’s bad luck.” He grumbled at that, only making you laugh some more.

 The limo finally came to a stop and you finally heard the loud shouting of the media, preparing for you and Midoriya to exit out of the limo. He looked over at you and you at him. He took your hand and raised it to his lips with a smile, kissing your knuckles. “Let's go take over Japan for a night.” He smirked. You couldn’t help but stifle a short giggle. 

The door was opened for Midoriya and the moment he came into view, instantly the cameras started flashing. It was borderline assaulting with how much the flashes were going off and yet he already had his camera smile ready as he stepped outside of the limo. He straightened up his jacket for a moment before offering a hand to you. You took his hand and stepped out onto the red carpet. You smiled up at him, a lovesick smile as he led you down the carpet.

The both of you stopped to take some pictures, Midoriya only smiling at the press for a moment before looking down at you and keeping your eyes on you. You glanced up at him before giggling and moving your head to nudge him slightly. “You shouldn’t be smiling at me.” You told him, looking up at him with a gentle smile on my face.

Midoriya shrugged. “Why not?” He stated, motioning forward for the both of you to head over to the paparazzi to answer one or two questions before moving forward. He looked up at the sea of photographers and instantly they were all shouting his hero name. It was borderline overwhelming. He stepped forward to one of the reporters and there was an instant hush over them to hear the question and his answer.

“ProHero Deku, we’d like to congratulate you on spending the last five consecutive years as the Number One hero of Japan. It’s absolutely outstanding!”

Midoriya pulled on a sharp smirk on his face. “Thank you, it’s still surreal to me. It still feels like that first year, whenever people would call for the Number One hero, I would always be looking for him.” His comment caused you all to laugh as more questions came flying.

“Is Miss L/N your date for tonight?”

Midoriya looked down at you, squeezing your hand as he gave you a look that made you feel as though you were the only thing worth looking at in the world. You didn’t know how he did it. How with just one look that he was doing, he could make you feel so speechless. “Well… as my fiancé, I would be worried if I didn’t bring her as my date.” That one answer brought an uproar of more questions.

“How long have you been together!”

“When did you get engaged?”

“How does it feel like to be in a relationship with the Number One hero, Miss L/N?”

You chuckled as you leaned forward to answer. “It’s an absolute dream. He’s…” You let out a sigh as you looked up at him. His green eyes are always staying on you. “He’s such a pillar of strength to me and I honestly feel so lucky every day. He’s an absolute sweetheart.”

Midoriya raised a hand indicating that the two of you were done answering questions. However, calls for a kiss started to sound, making a flustered look go to your face. Midoriya seemed more amused by it than anything else. He looked down at you with a smirk, making you face him. “What do you say? Should we give the people what they want?”

You shrugged. “Whatever you want…” You stated as he pulled you in against his chest your face close to his as you looked up at him, moving your left hand onto the side of his face, making sure the engagement ring was in sight. “Izuku.” You whispered. “Mr. Number One Hero.” You smirked, being unable to help yourself.

Unprecedentedly he let out a low groan as he pulled you in for a kiss. In that moment everything felt like it stopped as you felt your heart stop too. It was warm and soft and yet eager as he kissed you. It was also over all too soon for your liking and immediately you hid your face from view in embarrassment for a moment as you heard in chuckle. However, you felt underneath your right hand, his heart was thumping out of his chest, racing almost as if it would burst out.

With a wave from the both of you, you joined hands as you made your way towards a waiting hallway before entering the hall. The background of people buzzed around you, making sure that everything was perfect. They adjusted Midoriya’s white signature cape on his shoulders, as well as your dress at the bottom to make sure that there was the perfect entrance for the both of you. You moved to hold onto his arm rather than his hand.

“You’re gonna make us cause scandals, Izuku.” You whispered up to him.

He kept facing forward, a perfect profile as he smirked, pushing a dimple to his freckled cheek. He chuckled, putting a hand over your own, giving it a squeeze. “Good.”

“Announcing his excellency, the Number One ProHero of Japan, ranked Number Three in Asia, ProHero: Deku, along with his fiancé, Miss L/N.”

At that the doors opened revealing the decorated hall to the both of you. Midoriya led the both of you forward, his cape flowing behind him as he walked with you next to him. He had a resting smirk on his face as he walked forward. It was like he knew the presence he carried, the power he had as he walked forward. His eyes seemed to almost hide everything and yet show what you could only assume was all to you. Dangerous poisonous green eyes that would swallow anyone up with a single glance. You tightened your hold on him as you stayed at his side, smiling at other ProHeroes that were nearby.

Midoriya led the both of you around, greeting a various number of highly important people, some you had only been able to see on TV alone. You smiled and acted nice and pretty. You were much more than a pretty face and luckily there was a lot of attention on this new pairing that was you and Midoriya, so you didn’t have to act like just Arm Candy. However, even as you went around the hall you could feel a particular set of crimson eyes on you, it was like they were drilling a hole into you.

You only looked at him when it was time to get seated in order for the event to start. That’s when you saw the furious gaze of Bakugou Katsuki on both you and your fiancé. Bakugou sat in his seat, a silent rage about him as he watched the both of you make your way forward. His gaze of almost disgust and yet also disappointment felt like a weight on your throat. Feeling almost sick at the pressure his gaze had on you, you flicked your gaze to Kirishima. Kirishima looked between you and Midoriya almost as if he could hardly believe it- and yet the moment his eyes met yours, he looked down away from you.

It was only then when he left your gaze did you snap yourself back to reality. You raised your head as you kept to Midoriya’s side. You finally reached the table. He pulled out your seat first, motioning for you to sit down. You smiled as you sat down, him pushing in your chair and then him sitting down himself. There was no time to communicate with the people at your table as immediately the event began.

The event started with acknowledging some retired heroes now turned alumni, and all that they had done for the hero community. Then there were some long service awards going in intervals of five years, which lasted a bit longer than you thought it would. During the whole time you tried to focus on the event and Midoriya sitting next to you as well as Mina who sat next to you. However, it was hard when you felt Bakugou’s eyes on you most of the time. You tried to ignore him as best as you could.

Finally, it was almost time for the break with only one more award to be handed out before the rest of the evening would be mingling, some dancing and dinner.

“We’ve come to that part of the night where we have to celebrate our top hero of the country,” Hawks spoke from the top of the stage, being MC for the night just like  he was for most hero events. You turned to look at Midoriya who tried his best not to get flustered at it all, still an element of humbleness to him. “We’d like to acknowledge and award our Number One Hero, ProHero: Deku, the hero of peace and justice for all he has accomplished for not only the five consistent years of being Number one, but for all the efforts he has accomplished for the hero community. From the privacy of Hero only hospitals, greater access to the legislative system in terms of cases and more supportive laws for self defence and quirk usage, Deku has done much for the hero community and this nation. And for that I’d like to call the Number One to the stage.” He stepped to the side clapping his hands as an assistant brought a clear crystal award onto stage for Midoriya.

You clapped along with the rest of the hall. Midoriya stood up, putting a hand up to acknowledge everyone around him. He turned to you before leaving, making sure to give you a peck to your lips. You reminded yourself to keep your expression up to not look as shocked as you were as you watched him leave and go up onto stage. Midoriya climbed up the stairs up to the stage, giving Hawks a hug making the blond’s eyes widen for a moment before letting out a laugh.

Midoriya accepted the award before being ushered to stand at the mic (which was luckily adjusted to his height.) He looked around at the hall for a moment, letting out a breath. “Everything I’ve ever done was to achieve my dreams to become a hero and I am unbelievably lucky to have been able to achieve that. Now, because I know that we,” He motioned at the hall, “all know that I could stand up here and talk us into the next era, I’m gonna try and keep things short. I have to thank first and foremost, my mentor, All Might.” Midoriya paused for a moment, swallowing hard at the mention of the older hero that had passed just two years ago. He lowered his head for a moment before forcing a smile on his face. “I also need to thank all my friends, teachers, fellow heroes, every single worker at Deku Agency and most certainly…” His eyes moved to you despite the bright lights on him. It was almost as if he could find you even in the darkness of the crowd. You smiled at him. “My fiancé, Y/N.” His freckled cheeks pushed up to a beautiful smile. “I don’t think these past few years would have been as vivid and beautiful without you in them and for that, I am forever grateful for you. Thank you.” He bowed his head to everyone, moving back with a wave as he was escorted to the wings away from the spotlight.

“For the time we’ve all been waiting for… Dinner.” Hawks spoke with a huge grin.

The lights of the hall increased some more allowing you to all see much easily. You let out a breath as you turned to straighten yourself out and turn to the rest of the table. You noticed very quickly that a lot of them were staring at you. You looked around at everyone for a moment before picking up your champagne glass.

“THAT RING!” Mina took your glass out of your hands and took your left hand into her own. She inspected the green sapphire engagement surrounded by diamonds. Her eyes widened as she looked down at it with awe. “It’s so pretty! Where did he get it?”

You chuckled as you shrugged. “I actually don’t know, I never thought to ask.”

“How come?” You heard the gruff voice of your ex-boyfriend disturb your conversation. He looked at you with a horrible scrutinising gaze.

You looked over at Bakugou but to his surprise you had forced a smile to your face. “I got swept up in the proposal, I didn’t really didn’t think about it. It was just…” You sighed as you turned to face Mina with a sweet smile. “He had decorated the entire penthouse with flowers and balloons, had all the lights off and had lanterns and fairy lights everywhere-”

“WAIT!” Denki shot out of his chair to move to crouch near you and Mina to hear all the details. “I have to know. You kept this from me and now I expect to know every detail.” He stated, glaring up at you with a pointed look.

You chuckled. “We didn’t want to be in the spotlight and it kinda just-”

“Took us by surprise.” You turned to look up at Midoriya who approached the table once again.

Your smile broadened. “Congratulations, Izuku. You deserve it.” You reached over and took a hold of his hand.

Midoriya hummed with a smirk on his face. He leaned down. “Thank you, my love.” He hummed out, moving his hand to your neck. He tilted your head up to meet his, keeping a possessive hold on your neck. You felt time freeze for a moment as you felt something stir in the pit of your stomach, knotting up and aching for a second. You knew the feeling all too well, but yet you hadn’t felt it in a long time.

You chuckled into the kiss. “For a hero, you know little self-control.” You spoke against his lips.

He smirked, moving back with a shrug, sitting down in his seat. “You can’t blame me, when it comes to you.” He faced back to everybody else, keeping a hand on your thigh. He lifted up his glass of champagne to his lips, taking a much needed sip before his eyes landed on Bakugou. He smiled. “Kacchan, I actually need you to come over to my place soon, I’ve gotta ask you something.”

Bakugou was in no mood to talk to Midoriya nor interact with the green haired hero. Hell, his whole event was ruined by this farce that was happening in front of him. You? In love with Midoriya? You had got to be shitting him. After all that the two of you had been through together, how much you knew about Midoriya and him, and yet here you were sitting next to Midoriya with an engagement ring on his finger. It made the blond feel so angry that he felt borderline sick. Kirishima glanced at the blond, he put a hand on Bakugou’s thigh trying to calm him down.

Bakugou took a sip of his own champagne, putting down the glass aggressively. “Why don’t you just ask it right fucking now?” He shrugged in his black suit. He leaned back. “Since you seem so filled with surprises today, Deku.”

“Katsuki.” Kirishima reminded him quietly to behave.

Midoriya seemed to hesitate. “Are you sure? It’s a pretty private thing Kacchan. I don’t want to put you on the spot-”

“Just spit it out you damn fucking-”

“Would you be my best man?”

The whole table went silent at the question. You tried to keep a calm face as you internally were smacking Midoriya on the back side of the head for such a question. You weren’t sure what he was thinking of, doing this. Denki’s mouth was in a straight line as he too didn’t pull a joke, finding the tension too heavy. Everyone looked at Bakugou. Even Shoto, although seemingly very quiet and sticking to spectating, watching expectantly.

The blond didn’t seem to move for the second, processing Midoriya’s question. He tilted his head, his hands balling up the table cloth and smoke coming out of his palms. “What?”

Midoriya smiled gently. “Will you be my best man?” He looked down for a moment, almost bashful but he then looked at Bakugou as if he was being genuine. “I’ve known you all my life, Kacchan. You’re like a brother that I greatly dislike but a brother none the less. You have done so much for me. You’ve followed me to UA, we’ve worked countless times together, hell, you are even the reason why I can marry the love of my life.” Midoriya glanced at you. You knew what he was doing. It was buried deep in those poisonous green of his eyes. He was riling up Bakugou and it was damn working, almost too well. If Bakugou could look more murderous, he could. “I feel like it is only right as my childhood friend, that I ask you if you want to be my best man at my wedding to Y/N.”

At first Bakugou was silent as he dropped his head trying to will himself not to cross the table and murder Midoriya right before his very eyes. He dragged a hand down his face before you started hearing soft chuckles. You raised an eyebrow as Bakugou slowly started to laugh. Soon the blond was down right hysterical as he put a hand to his head as he laughed. You glanced at Midoriya, wondering if this was him officially breaking the blond, however he didn’t look away, he stayed looking at Bakugou.

Bakugou let out a sigh as he wiped tears from his eyes. He looked over at Midoriya nodding his head. He motioned to the green haired man in front of him. “Fuck you.” Without a second thought, Bakugou stood up from his chair and left the table. Bakugou didn’t look at you as he turned his back on all of you and walked away to God knows where.

Immediately Kirishima stood up to go and follow Bakugou. “Katsuki!” He turned back to the whole lot of you. He bowed his head to Midoriya. “I’m sorry about him, Midoriya and-” It was almost as if your name got caught in his throat. “And Y/N.” He quickly apologised as he went racing off to go follow Bakugou. Now that you were watching it away from being obligated to follow Bakugou’s side, you realised just how tiring it was sometimes.

“Midoriya.” Midoriya turned to his right to look at Todoroki who was looking at him as stoic as ever. He had his silky mismatched hair cascading down his shoulders, but a few strands were tied up behind him. He tilted his head to the side. “May I be your best man?” He asked shamelessly, making Sero snort in amusement.

Midoriya nodded his head with a genuine smile on his face, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Don’t worry, Shoto, I knew he was going to say no. I was going to ask you but thank you. I would love it if you were my best man.” He chuckled in amusement as he made sure that Todoroki knew that he had the position. Todoroki nodded his head, glad that he had gotten himself in as Midoriya’s best man.

“Obviously, I’m going to be the flower girl.” Denki stated as he motioned to himself with pride. You rolled your eyes but chuckled.

“How dare you hide this from your mother!”

“OW! OKAASAN!”

You watched in pure amusement as the tall, large Number One hero, Midoriya Izuku, was being attacked by a white slipper by a woman half his size. Midoriya Inko, who you found out would be your future mother-in-law. She had a furious expression on her face as she swatted her son with her slipper, pulling on his ear so that he couldn’t escape her fury. Midoriya was forced to bend in an awkward position in order to accompany how short she was.

“You didn’t think to tell me that you were getting married!” She chastised as she slapped her slipper against his shoulder. The short round woman frowned up at her son, clearly offended at being left out of the loop.

A beautiful golden retriever scampered into the hallway where you all were. She barked up in happiness at seeing Midoriya however she went over to you, sniffing at your body. You smiled as you crouched down, putting a hand to her head as you pat her behind the ears. She sat down obediently with her mouth open as she panted. You checked her nametag. “Mighty Molly”, you read. She was a beautiful dog and really well trained.

Midoriya let out a small yelp. He furrowed his eyebrows as he sent his mother a glare. “I already told you, Ma. It’s more like an arrangement than me withholding information from you- Will you stop!” He let out annoyed at the constant slipper attacking his shoulder. You knew that if Midoriya really wanted to, he could have easily stopped Inko. He could have easily disarmed the very threatening woman and won the little battle between them, but you knew he wouldn’t do that. He seemed too much of a Mama’s boy to do so.

She let out a huff as she folded her arms and put her slipper back down on the ground. “Arranged or not, this is the person who will take your name and become part of the family.” She reminded him with a pointed look. She slipped her sock covered foot into the slipper and turned to you. She smiled up at you as if she had not just assaulted her son in front of you. “Welcome my dear, I hope you like pork Katsudon!” She let out chirply as she motioned for you to follow her to sit down at the table.

You chuckled and followed her, paying no mind to her grumbling son behind the two of you in the hallway of her apartment. “Thank you and I do.” You told her as she motioned for you to sit. You sat down at the table, happily with a smile for dinner that she had prepared for the two of you. “You have a lovely home, Mrs. Midoriya.”

“Thank you. Izuku grew up here.” She informed you. “And please, don't go by Mrs. Just call me Mama Midoriya if you want, it's what most of Izuku’s friends call me. Or Inko, that’s just fine too, dear.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You had heard that Midoriya didn’t grow up as privileged as his fellow former classmates and it made a lot of sense to you. As much as he knew he had money now, he wasn’t as flashy with it as your ex was or some of his classmates. She quickly snapped her fingers at her son. “Izuku, come sit down.” She ordered. Midoriya pulled out the chair opposite where you sat but he pulled out a chair for his mother as well. He moved without being asked to grab two bowls of katsudon, laying them down in front of you and one for his mother. Inko facial expression softened and so he sat down without complaint. She turned to you. “So… I heard that the two of you met through Katsuki.” She started.

You nodded your head. “Yes, in an essence.” You watched Mighty Molly position herself beside Inko, lying down on the ground.

Midoriya scoffed as he placed his own bowl at his place and sat down. “Ma, you don’t have to act oblivious.” He points out, putting his hands together. You all said thank you for the food and you could start eating. Midoriya picked up his chopsticks and looked at you. “She knows that you and Kacchan were together.”

You looked over to Inko. She gave you a tense smile making you giggle. She sighed as her shoulders relaxed. “I’m sorry, my dear but everybody knows.” She told you, nodding her head. “However, when I was talking to Mitsuki,” You paused at the mention of Bakugou’s mother. “She always talked about how happy you made Katsuki and how much he tried to make you happy. Honestly, she had been pressuring him to propose right before you two-” She paused as she noticed your slight frown. You swallowed hard hearing that.

It was hard not to think about. It was hard not to think about having to apologise to his parents as to why you had broken up with their son and having to omit the truth. It was hard hearing all about how much of an amazing couple the two of you were only for it to have ended in shambles, ended with the two of you away and split up from one another. It was hard learning that Mitsuki was pressuring him to propose to you when you had called it off.

It wasn’t your fault.

Inko softened, her face apologetic. “I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to…”

You shook your head forcing a smile to your face. “No, it’s okay.” You let out a bit of a forced laugh. “Mitsuki reminds me a whole lot of her son. The two are more often than not, very much at odds, despite being so similar.” You pointed out.

Midoriya nodded his head in agreement, mouth full of delicious Katsudon as he did so. Inko agreed with a giggle. “Honestly, I don’t know how Masaru manages both of them.” She stated amusedly. You agreed as well, tasting her food. You perked up at the taste of the meal. You looked up at Midoriya who was basically devouring the bowl in front of him. You smiled at the sight. You understood why he loved it so much if this was how his mother cooked it for him. Inko looked between you and her son. She smiled dearly. “I hope you know that my son…” She started softly as she looked down at her own meal for a moment before looking at you. “He’s a good man.” She nodded her head with a smile. “I know he’ll treat you well. He does get really busy sometimes and I often get worried for him, but he does everything wholeheartedly. I don’t know what made you say yes to him,” Midoriya gave his mother an offended look that she ignored. “but I am glad to see that he has someone, even if the two of you have nothing romantic going on. I just pray that you’ll be good to each other. I was worried he would die a rake.”

Midoriya paused for a moment, finally stopping his inhalation of food. “Excuse me, ma, but I’d like to remind you that I am ranked the top eligible bachelor in Japan.” He reminded her. “Well… I was ranked before the whole fiancé thing.”

She turned her head to him sharply with a pointed look on her face. “Most eligible bachelor and yet you could only have a long-term relationship by having it arranged.” She threw back at him.

You snorted as you covered your mouth at what she had said to her son. Midoriya opened his mouth but quickly closes his mouth and his eyes at the same time, holding his tongue. No doubt he was gonna say something that would probably get him kicked out of the apartment. You shook your head, not surprised one bit.

You let out a sigh and looked over to Inko. You gave her a genuine smile as you sat up straight. “Mama Midoriya,” You started as you took her attention towards you. “I won’t lie and say that the reasons your son and I decided to get together weren’t selfish in some sort of way, as any contract is. It was to get something out of it… but, I can promise you know that when I signed it, I took my new role as your son’s future wife very seriously.” You looked at her straight-faced, as transparent as you could be. Inko smiled in relief and continued to listen. “I don’t believe in forever. Not anymore. However, I do believe in commitment and communication. I promise to you that I’ll do my best to be a good wife to your son and care for him in a way that would never have you feel as though he isn’t being taken care of in whatever capacity he allows of me. You’re a good mother and you raised a good son. I am honoured to be welcomed into the household that you built, ma’am.”

Inko was looking at you with a wobbly smile as big fat Midoriya tears lined her eyes. She looked to her son with the same brink of emotions as she did to you. Midoriya let out a soft chuckle. “Are you okay, ma?” She nodded with some crippled whimpers, covering her face, but you already saw the rivers start to flow from her eyes. Midoriya put down his chopsticks and put a hand to her back. “Ma, don’t cry. You’re gonna make me cry.” He told her. “We don’t need Mrs. Fujita complaining about flooding again.”  

“B-b-but Izuku…” She let out with a soft whine as she sniffled.

Midoriya eased, just before he could get up he saw you take out a tissue from your bag and get up yourself. You crouched near Inko, handing her a tissue with a smile on your face. He paused for a second before easing at the sight. Although your action had good intentions, Inko only started crying harder which you found adorable. She shared a lot of similarities with her son now that you thought about it.

After dinner (and seconds from your fiancé), you had learnt a lot from Inko. For starters she had given you the recipe to her katsudon which was a must have apparently. Then you also found out the story behind the golden retriever. Mighty Molly was a service dog, specifically a mobility assistance dog for All Might. So far she did a lot around the apartment even though being off duty since All Might died. The Midoriyas had decided to keep her and just adopt her as a regular dog, even though her services were not needed anymore- and ever since then she had been living with Inko.

Inko was also not very shy of trying to embarrass her son at every waking moment. She had a photo album waiting to show you all the naked baby photos of Midoriya and him in his All Might onesie. Midoriya refused to be part of such antics and decided to wash dishes and save himself the shame. She told you all about how much of a troublesome teen he was when he entered UA and all the apparent lovers he had (which Midoriya was shocked to know of some he was sure he had hidden from her).

The two of you also talked about the wedding preparations. You talked about the flowers, the venue, the food and the cake tasting that the two of you still had to go do. You also told her a bit about your dress (which you tried to keep as minimalistic as possible due to Midoriya’s big ears). Midoriya and you had already agreed about a lot of the things on the wedding and one of the things Midoriya didn’t mind was the vision you had. He wanted to make the day as memorable and happy for you as possible, so he didn’t mind most things. The only real hard definite want that he had was that he wanted to wear a white suit. Which you thought was perfect.

The absolute best thing about Inko was how easily she adapted to the image you were thinking about and quickly she pitched in ideas you hadn’t even thought of. To say that you should have just hired her as your wedding planner would be an understatement, but she was more than happy to be on board and make sure that everything would run smoothly on the day of your wedding.

“Okay Izuku, you make sure you don’t eat all of this okay. Y/N deserves to eat my cooking too, so no hogging.” She reminded him as she handed him a picnic bag filled with containers of food.

Midoriya chuckled and nodded his head. “Yes, Ma.”

She let out a nod with a hum before turning to you. She gave you a gentle hug which you happily reciprocated. “You take well now dear. I’ll see you soon. You make sure if he does anything stupid, you just use your slipper on him. It works like a charm.”

You chuckled. “Of course, thank you again Mama Midoriya.” You stated.

Midoriya took your hand and motioned a wave to her. “Bye ma! Bye Molly!”

“Bye Izuku!” She waved, Molly giving him a bark from inside.

You followed Midoriya towards the staircase, heading down them back towards the ground. You looked up at him with a gentle smile, sticking close to him as the chilly hair nipped at your skin. “Your mother is nice.” You told him honestly.

He looked at you for a moment. He grinned. “I’m glad you think so. She really seems to like you.” He informed you. “Although if you hear your name circling around some old ladies Facebook group, don’t worry. She’s probably just bragging about how great her future in-law is.” He shrugged as he said it nonchalantly, making you laugh.

“I’m glad I got mama’s approval then. I don’t need to be swarmed by old ladies. I already have the paparazzi to deal with.” You joked.

He let out a sigh. “They’re all vultures, honestly.” He stated truthfully with a shake of his head.

The two of you finally made it to the bottom. It was dark at the bottom but it wasn’t a long trek towards the car. You couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment, bundle up and snuggle on the couch with Midoriya’s rabbit, Angelica Nina. She was a really good cuddle buddy now that you had effectively integrated yourself into her life.

“Y/N…” You turned to look at Midoriya. He didn’t have a particular emotion on his face. “I know I work a lot and I’m probably still going to be busy until the wedding but please tell me if you ever feel like I’m disappearing.” He didn’t look at you but he seemed to have a worried expression on his face. “I don’t want to make you feel as though I don’t have time for you or I’m not taking you seriously. Please just snap me out of it and I’ll-”

“Izuku, you’re the Number One hero.” You let out interrupting him. “I know how serious you take your job and just how much you sacrifice to keep it. Believe me, if there’s anyone who understands how draining and how much attention a hero’s work needs from you, it's me. So please, don’t ever feel bad about having to focus on it sometimes.” You told him honestly, knowing how much heroes needed partners who understood how demanding the job was and could be. You hesitated for a moment. “But…” You took a chance and tightened your hold around his warm hand. “Thank you.” You spoke softly as you kept your head facing forward, ignoring the heat to your face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He glanced down at you. He smiled, encasing your hand in his own.

-Glitch1d

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[call-memissbrightside]

a continuation of this one-shot

warnings: mentions of cheating, having an affair, bad-words, relationship insecurity, hints of NSFW, (Y/N) cries a lot but honestly I would too lmao

"If you think crying like this will make me want you, you're a fucking idiot."

You instinctively flinch, like Katsuki's words were physically hitting you. He notices your small movement from the corner of his eye, and moves so that his back is facing you to almost save you from the wrath he was unleashing on his ex-wife.

You weren't going to tell him what Ochako said to you. Because you knew it would cause trouble between them when that was the last thing you wanted. When accepting to marry the hero, you decided that no matter what, you wouldn't further cause tension between them. For Katsumi's sake.

Yet, it was Katsumi who told her father. Somehow she stole her mother's phone the moment they returned to Ochako's home across town and called Katsuki, explaining what she saw even if she didn't understand the whole story: mommy yelling at (Y/N) and making her cry.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to immediately coming home when receiving the distressing call from his own daughter, and scared the absolute crap out of you when he seemed to pop out of nowhere and demanded to know what Uraraka said to you.

Seeing his anger made you submit all too easily, and he patiently listened to you tell him what happened through broken sobs and snot pouring from your nose as you tried calming down. Katsuki was upset that you were upset, and had the idea to hug you, comfort you but then his phone rang.

Now he paced the living room, half listening to excuses Uraraka gave him for being unnecessarily cruel to you. You watched him from the plush couch, hiccuping now instead of intensely crying.

"I'm getting the lawyers involved," He barked, cutting off whatever his ex-wife was saying. You shake your head, not wanting to cause more drama but Katsuki holds a hand up to stop you. Leaning more into the couch cushion, you bite on your lip as anxiety digs into you.

"Tell Katsumi I love her and that she's not in trouble for calling me. You better not punish her for doing the right thing. I'll be damned if my daughter gets in trouble for calling her own father, you fucking bitch." He leaves it at that, promptly hanging up the phone before Ochako could have a word in.

Katsuki tosses his phone down onto the coffee table and rubs his face groaning. You watch, silent, not knowing what to do or say.

Noticing your cheeks were still read and how puffy your eyes became from crying, Katsuki cooed softly, "Come here baby, it's okay."

Holding his arms open, you immediately get up to let him hold you. Burying your face into his chest, you inhale his strong, expensive cologne. It works wonders to calm your racing heart.

"Let me see you, " Katsuki whispers, cupping your face gently so that you could look up at him. His red eyes burned like embers and seeing concern in them makes your bottom lip wobble so you bite it to stop from trembling.

"No, no," Katsuki lightly chastises, pulling your bottom lip with his thumb, tracing it lightly over the bite makes you gave yourself.

You still don't know what to say, but a broken, "Sorry."

Katsuki will have none of that, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, "No (Y/N), I'm sorry my ex is a fucking cunt."

You're still sensitive, and hearing him say something that cruel makes you flinch.

"Don't call her that Katsuki, she is still Katsumi's mom." You're careful on correcting him, knowing he doesn't like it when you do that.

Katsuki sighs loudly, you feel him inhale and exhale. Looking back down at his phone, he looks almost annoyed. "She is, huh?"

Turning back to you, Katsuki can't help but admire how you look at him with your full attention, like you can't help but hang onto his every word. When he leans down to kiss you, it starts off slow and sensual. His tongue dominates yours and you completely relax against him, getting lost in his kiss.

"You think all that shit 'chako said was true?" Katsuki mumbles against your lips. Your eyes were closed and they stayed closed, but your eyebrows furrowed at his question. You don't respond.

"You wouldn't have cried that hard if you didn't think it was true."

He knows he's right. You know he's right. But you continue not to say anything, embarrassed to be so quick to lose trust in your husband from one simple conversation. Katsuki looks at how how your face begins to crumble, and is hurt from your hesitance.

"Look at me baby," He demands, and a smile almost graces his face when you listen to him. Fingers that were threaded in the hair by your neck tightened, making your neck snap up.

"None of that shit Ochako said was true." Katsuki looks straight into your eyes and you knew he was telling the truth. A weight that you weren't even aware of seemed to be lifted from your chest, and you almost wanted to begin crying from relief. But you don't, because you knew that would only irritate Katsuki further.

"Do you regret marrying me Katsuki?" You finally ask.

He really didn't have to marry you. You sure weren't expecting him to when the affair was leaked to the press, and after Ochako announced their divorce in a press statement. That was hell for you, when the whole world learned you were sleeping with Japan's #2 hero, who was married and a father. It hurt even worse when people realized you were the babysitter, like you purposely broke up the Bakugou family for your own personal gain. That wasn't true, it just happened and yes, you felt horrible about it but also you and Katsuki were real. No one, absolutely no one, wanted to hear your side of the story. Their minds were made up.

You lost everything from having an affair with Katsuki Bakugou.

Your parents were so disappointed, they cut off all contact with you. You had to drop out of college mid-semester after getting harassed by your peers. Fans of Katsuki would throw things at you when you'd walk through campus. Coffee, paint, condoms. Uravity fans were even worse, calling you all the horrible names in the book: slut, whore, home-wrecker, gold digger. They bullied you online constantly, and you had to take down all your social media pages because it got so bad. And when your phone number got leaked online? You almost went mad with the countless calls and messages from trolls that you broke your phone just to have peace. You were broke because no one wanted to hire you, especially not as a nanny.

You truly thought that Katsuki would end things during that time. He would only call you from a new, secure phone his assistant dropped off at your dorm, hearing you cry about all the things people had done and all the names they called you. It was a while before you got to see him again in-person, due to his publicity team deeming it appropriate to wait it out until the divorce was settled.

You didn't think Katsuki would stick around. You already cried and yearned for him when under the impression that he'd leave you. Sure, the relationship started with just hot sex. But you liked to believe that there were moments when you saw the real Katsuki, the one who was kind and gentle with you, the one you loved. God, after all the shit you endured because of him, you still loved him. That's what made it hard to finally see him, because you convinced yourself he was only asking you out to break things off with you completely.

Yet, when Katsuki went down on one knee and asked you to marry him, you burst into tears and said yes before really thinking about it because you were just glad he loved you and chose you.

It all happened so fast, too fast and you were slowly cracking under the idea that all of this was a mistake.

Katsuki laughs.

He fucking laughs. Whatever vulnerability you felt comfortable sharing with him is locked away in your chest.

"Fuck you!" You yell, pushing at his chest but there's no way you're getting away from him. Not if he didn't want you too.

Katsuki kisses you silly, and only pulls you back when you try to speak up.

"Stupid woman," He whispers against your lips. "I must be a bad husband if I have you thinking I regret ever choosing to be with you."

He's smirking now, thumbs tracing the underlying of your jaw.

"Go to the bedroom and wait for me, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me."

Your body heats up at his words, and he finally lets you go. Katsuki was never much of a talker, but rather liked showing how he felt. You knew you would never get a full explanation from him on what or why he decided to marry you, but you body ignited at how he would explain in the bedroom.

Yelping at the feeling of his hand swat at your behind when you turn to head towards the bedroom, Katsuki laughs out loud again.

Checking his phone as he grabs his hardening cock in his pants, his eyes look over the countless messages and emails notifications to see if any need his attention immediately.

Assistant Hana: when will you be back?

"Katsuki!" You yell from the room.

"Be there in a few, calm down!" He yells back, texting a quick message.

Bakugou: i got important business to deal with at home

A/N: I was going to continue the angst but surprisingly i decided to go with a 'happy' ending. i'll probably make more one shots using this storyline, keep a lookout for them.

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[thehusbandoden]

Lashing Out -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

A/n: hope this is okay? Don't be afraid to leave feedback <3 Also I didn't know what to do for the title... gosh this sucks T^T

General info: Genre: angst to fluff/angst to comfort \\ wc: 1,270 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/19/24

Warnings!: angst, hurt, partner being harsh, partner being insensitive, crying, passive reader, mean Bakugo, and lashing out. I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any!

You perk up as the front door opens, revealing your toned hubby. You giggle excitedly, your cheeks heating up and butterflies forming in your stomach from the sight of your beloved. It’s been three years since you said, “I do”, and yet you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again when your eyes met his attractive frame and familiar warm eyes.  

Bakugo, however, didn’t seem as excited to see you. He lets out a sigh as you wrap your arms around him, slinging an arm around one of your shoulders half-heartedly before semi-gently pushing you off him as he closed the door.  

You frown but shake it off. He must have had a hard day, right? It would be better to just be supportive and tone the affection down a bit. You follow him like a shadow as he takes his gauntlets off, dropping them to the floor. He strips his mask, neckpiece, and gloves off before slumping onto the couch.  

You gently take his combat boots off, pulling his socks off and grabbing some lotion. He must be exhausted and sore from work, maybe a foot massage would help? You lovingly begin to massage his sore feet, shyly looking up at him every once and a while. He doesn’t respond, keeping his face buried in his pillow.  

You continue to gently massage his feet as he lays on the couch mindlessly. Your fingernail grazes part of his foot, causing him to hiss and yank back, glaring down at you. “What are you doing?” He growls, shooting you a look of anger and... disgust.  

“I-I was massaging your feet baby. You seem to be having a hard time so I-”  

“Quit it. I’m not your baby, quite treating me like one. I don’t need you to coddle me. Go do something useful for once and leave me alone.” He spits, shooting you one last glare before darting off the couch and into your shared bedroom, slamming the door. 

You feel tears sting your eyes, but you shake your head, refusing to let them fall. You gingerly stand up, putting Bakugo’s hero gear away. You pick up the house for a while before sighing. You step up to your bedroom door and gently knock.  

“Ba- Katsuki? Can I come in?” You hear a grunt, not a clear yes or no.  

You step inside quietly, walking up to your husband in bed. He was staring up at the ceiling with a snarl etched on his handsome face. 

“What’s wrong, love? You know you can talk to me, right?” You murmur, placing your hand on his. He yanks his hand from yours, breaking the skin-on-skin contact. Your heart throbs in your chest, but you don’t push. 

“I’m having a hard day. Don’t make it worse for me.” He grumbles, turning away from you.  

“Did you eat?” You sigh, biting your lip in worry.  

Bakugo growls softly as he glares at you. “Quit nagging me and leave me be. Get out of my face, woman.”  

Your heart throbs harder against your chest as you feel tears sting your eyes. You nod quickly, looking at the floor so he doesn’t catch sight of your fragile emotional state.  

“I’m going to go to bed, do you still want me out of here?” You murmur gently. Bakugo groans, glaring harshly at you. 

“Yes! Get out of my hair! How many times do I need to repeat myself to you!?” You stand up as your heart throbs again. You quickly leave the room, causing Bakugo to huff in annoyance.  

Tears form at the corners of your eyes as you check the doors to make sure they’re locked, turn off the lights, and quickly get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and grab an extra blanket. You didn’t have pajamas out here, and you didn’t want to disturb your tired husband, so you just laid in the smaller bed, trying to get comfortable without the familiar heat of your beloved next to you. 

After tossing and turning for quite a while, you give up on sleep. Sighing, you hold yourself as you try to stop the tears. You know he’s just having a hard day, but it doesn’t make the throbbing in your chest lessen. You cradle a pillow close to your chest, hugging it tightly as you desperately try to not let any tears fall. 

His harsh words flash in your mind as you try to drown them out. 

One tear slides down your cheek. 

The way he addressed you as “woman”, as if you weren’t anything but an object. 

A second follows the first, the third swiftly following suit.  

How harsh he was with you. It was like you were a coworker or past classmate, not his wife. Much less the woman he had spent loving, courting, and cherishing since the second year of high school. 

The fourth, fifth, and sixth tear drop down your cheeks, causing the gates to crumble as multitudes of tears slip down your cheek, gathering at your chin before dripping onto your pillow.  

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stay quiet. You fight with yourself for a few moments before coming to a conclusion... what’s the point? He’s upset with you no matter what you do... so why hold it in? Why bottle up your feelings?  

A choked sob slips past your lips, tears quickening at your frustration for allowing yourself to make a sound. A second sob follows the first, and yet a third and fourth join your desperate cry for help.  

You feel yourself falling apart, just above the brink. You rock yourself back and forth, sobbing into your hand. You feel like you’re about to drown... and then it all stops. A warm hand gently touches your shoulder, a soft, familiar voice sounding in your ears.  

”Baby?”

A soft gasp falls from your lips, temporarily being drawn from your sorrow as your eyes meet crimson glory. Bakugo looks down at you in worry, quickly coming closer. He gingerly presses a hand to your upper arm in concern.  

Your tears bubble up as you try to contain your emotions, unable to speak. 

“Y/n baby... I-I don’t know what to say...” he mumbles, his hand finding it’s place on your head.  

“S-Suki...” you blubber out, the tears slipping. Bakugo’s crimson eyes burn with guilt as he wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you into his arms, like he first did as he brought you home from your joyous wedding.  

“Shhh it’s alright.” He murmurs in your ear, bringing you to your shared bedroom, laying you down on your bed. It was larger and much more comfortable. He quickly joins you, wrapping you into his hold and he whispers sweet things into your ear, an arm wrapped around you, a hand on your stomach and the other on your head, slowly petting your hair.  

You sniffle, trying to hold it in as you cling to the man you love more than anything. “Shh let it out baby. Let it all out.” Bakugo murmurs in your ear, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.  

You attempt to hold it in for a few more seconds before finally breaking, sobbing into your husband’s chest as you clench his shirt tightly. He caresses your head and back, kissing your endless tears away as he coos at you.  

“Jerk.” You sob, holding onto him tighter.  

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry honey.” He mumbles against your skin, holding you a little tighter.  

Bakugo Katsuki was not one to apologize, but he would do anything for his beloved wifey.  

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[yukisshittyposts]

Just imagine Bakugou with a daughter that has daddy issues because of him.

Him and you never got married. You were only boyfriend and girlfriend for a couple of months until you got pregnant and he broke up with you.

Bakugou is too obsessed with his career. Specifically, obsessed with achieving the number 1 spot in the hero rankings. "I can't have a kid now. I'm too young and have a goal. Abort it or i'm gone."

You don't and he leaves like he warned he would. What gets him to start coming around is his parents.

At first, he is there for your daughter's big moments, birthdays and other stuff and your daughter loves him a lot, always excited for every weekend at his house and for the weekly trips to his agency. The bakusquad and her grandparents adore her and she them.

Your daughter's six when he gets another woman pregnant and marries her a few months later.

Everything starts going downhill from there.

Bakugou starts visiting less and less. His visits every week become a visit once a month. He also stops responding to your texts and stops calling to see how your kid's doing. Whenever she sees him on TV, talking about his wife and son, she starts crying a river, wondering why he's not around anymore and is there for the son.

It hurts you too, seeing him married to another woman. What's so special about her anyway? You get pregnant, he leaves. She gets pregnant, he stays and marries her on the spot.

Sooner or later, your daughter's sadness and love turns to bitterness and jealousy. Is she not enough for him? Is her quirk not flashy enough? Isn't she a good kid? Why does the other child require so much of his attention?

It not fair and when Bakugou starts playing dad again, it's too late. The damage has been done and is irreparable. Mitsuki and Masaru try to heal your daughter's emotional wounds but their efforts are useless.

She stops calling him dad, for starters. She stops responding to his texts and calls. Whenever he suggests to pick her up from school or to take her to his agency or house to spend some time together, she refuses. She refuses everything he suggests, even quirk training.

She was so excited about quirk training with him when she turned four and got her quirk... he remembers it like it was yesterday.

Your daughter doesn't truly hate him, though. She doesn't stop calling him dad or responding to his calls and texts because she hates him. She just doesn't want to be hurt again. Doesn't want to feel that kind of pain again.

She wants to make Bakugou feel what she felt during the two years he was away. She succeeds that by refusing to call him dad. She succeeds that by refusing to spend time with him. She succeeds that by ignoring his very existence.

She's sixteen and in the hero course, just to prove how better of a hero she's than him. She calls him "Bakugou-san" now and every time he calls to see how she's doing. It hurts, and Bakugou tries not to flinch everytime she calls him that to his face.

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[xxaraaq]

𝙄𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

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Synopsis | Bakugou hates people touching him. But after certain events take place, he waste no time in reaching for your embrace.

Word count | 4.2 k

cw | character death, angst

Bakugou x Black!reader

A/N | I feel like I did a pretty good job with this. I hope you enjoy!

You didn't know what to say. Staring at him as he lays on your chest like a son would lay on his mother. You were shocked. Even throughout your near year and a half month relationship, he has never initiated touch like this. During a night full of deep conversations and wine, he had revealed to you that the idea of someone touching him further than a pat on the back or high five made him writhe in his skin. You respected it through and through, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that sat in the back of your mind.

It struck something in your heart to see him making an effort to show affection towards you, to show you that he really cared in a way he wasn't suited to. You loved seeing how he would slowly reach his arms around you to reciprocate a hug. He knew physical touch meant the world to you. He didn’t understand why, but he told himself that he didn’t need to, that he only needed to try his best to make you feel appreciated in the way he knew you would see. 

It was an unsuspecting, rainy day when he entered your shared apartment. You were immersed in a book for an assignment due in the coming days, blasting music through your headphones.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, and he didn’t blame you for it. He couldn’t, for he knew you wholeheartedly felt it unnecessary to be ‘constantly on guard’. You told him that it wasn’t good for the soul to be in a frequent state of paranoia. He knew you only told him this to avoid a lecture when he scared you as you were walking down the hallway leading to the laundry room shared by everyone in the apartment complex. 

He tapped you gently on the shoulder, effectively and unsurprisingly making you jump. “What the hell!” You squealed, putting a hand to your chest. He doesn’t tell you off like he usually does, instead just looking at you with glossed over eyes and drooping shoulders. “Babe, what's wrong?” You questioned, taking your airpods out and putting them in their respective place. He doesn’t answer, opting to lay, almost collapse, onto your chest and torso. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the valley of your breasts.

Your eyes widen in shock. He’s never done something like this. What almost stuns you more is his scent. He took a shower at Best Jeanists’ agency. He nevers does that, only resorting to cleaning himself there when he’s too covered in the labors of his day to comfortably walk home. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but then you feel a tear dampen your shirt. More start to follow, and before the two of you knew it, he was full on sobbing. He hiccups and sniffles as his arms come around your waist, circling you as if you were going to disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. You freeze, not knowing how to go about this the right way as to not make the situation any worse. You wanted to cry yourself, seeing the love of your life be so sad. But instead, one hand goes to his back, and the other to his head, caressing him in a comforting manner. He cries his heart out, and you let him, continuing to soothe him in the best way you know how. 

Eventually, the sobs turn silent, and the pair of you lay there in silence, not daring to say a word. You go on with your ministrations, stroking his head reassuringly. You hope he gets the message of your actions, that he understands that whatever happened, you’re here. You sigh a breath of relief when he lifts his head, gazing into your eyes. He sighs, asking if the two of you can talk about it in the morning. You agree almost instantly, telling him to not worry about it. And you sit there with him in silence, simply basking in the presence of each other until you fall asleep.

–

You wake up to find yourself in a room with no one besides yourself. Rubbing your eyes, you walk into the kitchen to find him washing dishes, back facing you. You walk forwards, standing next to him in a silent way of saying good morning. He turns the water off and sighs, not knowing where to start. “Yesterday… I was at work when…” He stops in his tracks, rubbing a tired hand across his face. You could tell he was getting frustrated, so you don’t say anything, only looking at him while he tries to formulate his words. “While I was patrolling yesterday, some shit broke out outta nowhere, and this kid ended up dying.” He pauses, groaning at the memory. “I was with him the whole time, and he was talking about how he couldn’t wait to see mom because they were supposed to watch a movie together when she picked him up. He couldn’t have been more than six, and he just… bled out, right in front of me. And what hurt the most was that I couldn’t do shit about it, and I just had to tell him that it was gonna be okay when he knew it wasn’t. He knew I was lying, but he had a smile on his face the whole time. ” A tear slips down your cheek, and you rush towards him. “I am so sorry Kat.” You say, and he knows you mean it. 

You hug him, and he hugs you back. And he hurts, he hurts so bad. But he feels as though he can feel better in your embrace. It doesn’t make him nauseous to feel your body on his anymore, and it makes the pain a little bit better. You make him a little better.

-Nene

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[ilylovelyz]

Me Quiero Enamorar.

pair : bakugou x afab!reader

warning(s) : just soft, soft baku soft baku, loving sex, a lil angsty, hospital sex?, semi-public sex, mentions of injuries, biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, this is more fluff than smut 😭

bakugou wants many things. he wants to be #1. he wants to be the best. he wants to do, be and have many things. but one of the things he wants the most, is you. bakugou loves you dearly. although he's not very upfront with how deep his love is for you, his love is everlasting and sincere. he's had many girlfriends before, but you're different. you can actually put up with his ego and intolerant attitude with a laugh, not wasting a second to insult him back.

no, you're so much more different than that. you're genuine, you're not fake and "all smiles," like some of these chumps claim to be. you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and never hesitate to say it how it is. he used to be annoyed by how emotional and bratty you are, but now, boy, does he really admire you for it. it's not something he can easily do, he'd rather die than cry in front of an audience, but you do it so easily it's like second nature.

you're different, because you love him. you love him for who he is. you don't try to conform or change him, nor do you ever get scared of his random tantrums and odd behaviors. you actually hear him out during one of his long rants, even if you disagree. what he loves most is that you're upfront when you don't like something, but you're not necessarily pushy with it either. you simply inform him why you disagree with something he's said. god, does that "nerdy" aspect of your personality lead to many deep conversations late in the night.

you're different, because he loves you so much, sometimes he's afraid to loose you. it's a worry that has him thinking late at night. his fingers are mindlessly twirling your soft locks in his hair, eyes staring at nothing at in particular. what if one day you'd leave him because of his own flaws? he'd never admit those thoughts, but somehow you find out either way. you'd take his cheeks into your palms, gently holding him like he's fine china, like he's the one who would cry any minute.

"don't be so silly. if i can handle these bastards, then i can certainly handle you."

oh, how earlier you were a feet away from death's door. such a big statement from a small fragile girl from you. he should've known he'd have to take your words with a grain of salt, as of now, you're laying in a hospital bed with bandages covering 60% of your body.

he mindlessly kisses the back of your hands, gently holding your hands in his own. he's also injured, but that doesn't matter, you're what matters to him. all he wants to hear right now is that you'll be okay, and that you're going to walk out of this hospital with him eventually. even though you are reassuring him with the little strength you have, the ghostly grip your hands can muster has him maybe not taking you seriously.

"'katsu'.." you rasped, bandaged hand coming up to the swell of his cheek. the low eyes he's fronting has you knowing what he's thinking. he's quiet, almost having not said a word in a record-time of 10 minutes. his face is relaxed, almost showing no emotion at all. you take this opportunity to focus on the small details of his face. it's almost unfair, a boy like him shouldn't have such perfect skin.

like a cat, he leans into your hand, seeking the warmth of your body. the soft illumination of the moon is the only light you have. he snuck out to your room, after all the nurses didn't allow him to do so much as sit up. his calloused hand comes up to your wrist, mouth placing gentle kisses on the tips of your fingers, palm and wrist. he's trailing soft pecks up and down your bandages before you wrap your fingers around his shirt's collar, softly guiding him up closer to you and your bed.

he silently abided, eyes full of confusion before he knowingly leans in for a kiss on the lips. the kiss is slow paced, almost still, like two slow dancers. he pulls a few inches away from you, eyes almost closed as he basks in your close presence before you're pulling him back in again, deepening the kiss. it's not long before finally climbs onto the bed in defeat. arms caged around your head, one of his arms is propped on it's elbow for support while his other free hand softly holds your jaw.

he wants to be like this with you forever. he just wants to play with your stupid hair, with you healthily laying stupidly content in a stupid bed. but he can't have that. all he gets right now is him playing with your stupid damaged hair, with you stupidly being injured, in a stupid damn hospital bed.

when you try to slip your tongue between his lips, it has him shaking his head in disagreement. no. you're too injured and fragile right now. he pulls away to diffuse the sexual tension, eyes watching with guilt as you whine like a child for his attention and touch.

but how could he? how could he muster to touch you intimately when he literally felt the warmth get sucked right out of your then limp and battered body less than 24 hours ago? of course he wants to. he would never resist you, but right now, just isn't the right time.

he's about to pull away from you entirely and call it a night when he stops in his tracks after you cry out his name, pain and sadness evident in your voice. "katsuki, i want you, please."

god, he wants you too.

⋆｡°✩

he slowly sinks his cock into you, taking his sweet time, wanting to feel you forever and ever. his nose is snug with your neck, inhaling your sweet, almost toxic scent. you mewl out his name, asking for him to go deeper. he abides to your request, hips rocking into yours, his cock's tip kissing your cervix.

you claw at his back, leaving angry red marks on his back bones and shoulders. his shirt has been thrown off somewhere, leaving his bare torso naked. your hands explore his skin, you've done it many times before, but you still cannot but help to run your hands along the harsh defined lines of his toned muscles.

he leaves soft kisses on your neck, tongue licking and sucking on your sensitive vein. his hands remain on your waist, occasionally squeezing when you clench around him so nicely it has him holding back a groan. he wonders how the nurses haven't found out already. or maybe they already know, which is why no nurse has came in to check in on you.

who knows, who cares. one of his hands come up to your breast, massaging the mound and pinching your sensitive bud. you arch your back in response, pushing yourself impossibly closer to him. his hands lightly push you back against the bed. "relax, i'll take care of you." he whispers, laying a chaste kiss onto your jawline.

he leans up for a minute to hook one of his arms underneath one of your knees, bending it upwards for a better position. the new position has you gasping out, hands clawing at bakugou's poor shoulders and biceps. he pays no mind to the scratches on his already injured body, if they are from you, then it's okay. he wouldn't mind if one of your scratches turned into a long lasting scar.

his focus is distracted when you clench impossibly tighter around him. he throws his nose back into your neck, trying to hide his low moans and expressions. you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him as your orgasm comes closer with every rock of his hips.

"katsu'.." you cry out, hand coming up to pull on the roots of his hair, earning a low grunt. he hums in response, already knowing to bring his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles onto your puffy bud. within a few seconds, your hands dig small crescents into his back, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you.

he comes to a full stop as your walls clench down on him almost painfully, biting down onto your shoulder as his own orgasm takes over him, grunting as he spills into you.

the two of you bask in each other's presence following your orgasms. he's careful not to put his full body weight on top of you as he lays his head against your chest, eyes lulling closed as he listens to the faint melody that is your heart.

as you play with his hair, his arm comes up to rest over your stomach. your heart hums him to sleep. he loves you, he loves this. he just wants you, and he wants something like this, forever and ever.

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[sokka-simp]

Violent

Bakugo x reader

inspired by Violent by carolesdaughter

A/N: not me listening to this song on repeat for like 4 hours 🤠

Updated A/N: This was in my drafts from like 3 years ago or something and I'm bored rn so I decided to finish it even though it's shitty..

Warnings: cussing, divorce

Don’t make me run away out the back door

Katsuki constantly came home late or missed dates because of hero work. Which is ok, you know he loves his job and you’re going to support him in every way you can. But today was different, today was your first anniversary of being married. He swore that he would come home this time, that he already told people at his agency to have a different hero take over his patrol. But he obviously didn’t.

Because here you sat, alone, in the restaurant that Katsuki wanted to go to. Everyone in the fancy restaurant stared at you with pity or intrigued looks as if your life was a show. Your fingers dug into your other hand, desperately trying to cease the threatening tears as you got stood up—by your husband—again. You couldn’t do this anymore. This was the only time you thought Katsu was finally going to show up; he was finally going to put you first. You thought you could handle his absence but you just can’t. Not anymore. Your ever-growing tears blurred the soft lights from the diamond chandeliers above your head; your body trembled slightly, causing the intricately carved chair you were sitting on to shake on the polished, mahogany floor.

“Um, excuse me. Are you ok? Do you need anything?” A soft hand tapped your shoulder, and you turned to your waiter.

Your hand came up and wiped at your eyes before you smiled sadly up at her and shaking your head no. You mumbled out a ‘one minute’ before taking out your card and giving it to her, going to pay for your two full glasses of wine. Eyes pointed forward as you waited, you stared at the empty chair, a sight you were more used to than not. And then you realized something: Katsuki doesn’t love you, not the way you love him; Not enough to make you feel happy.

I want my clothes back

When Katsuki finally got home you were already undressed and lying on the couch. Sleeping next to Katsuki after everything he had consistently put you through seemed too hard; pretending everything was ok seemed too hard so you decided you'd demote yourself to the living room. You heard him when he got home since the tears hadn't been able to send you to sleep like usual. The realization tonight had caused pain unlike the other nights he had shown you he didn't care. Tonight the emptiness and anger kept you awake despite your best attempts to fall asleep. Katsuki moved from the front door and through the kitchen, then through the living room past you, and to the bedroom. He didn't bother to stop and check on you, he didn't bother to give a half-hearted apology like usual, he didn't bother to do anything. He doesn't care; he doesn't love you. That was it: you got up and grabbed your keys and wallet from the kitchen counter before moving towards the door and slipping your shoes on. You were being as loud as possible in hopes--unlikely as it would be--that Katsuki would come out and try to stop you. His wife, someone who loves him, someone who cooks for him and washes his hero suits, someone who cleans for him since he doesn't have enough time with all his work. But none of that truly matters to him and you were shown that tonight. He didn't come out, didn't even yell out a "y/n," he just ignored it. So you kept going; you grabbed your coat, and shed off Katsuki's hoodie, not wanting anything to do with him at the moment, and left your shared apartment.

You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you

It had been a few weeks since you had left the apartment. Katsuki had tried to get in touch the first few days but it was a pointless endeavor. You ignored him and had Mina stop him from visiting you at her house. It wasn't something you could handle; it wasn't something you could deal with after a year of pleading for effort and being ignored again and again. However, after a week or so you caved; he was your husband; 'your' Katsuki. You couldn't stay away for too long, which is why you stayed so long in the first place. The texts were full of promises: "I love you, I had to cover someone else's shift. I promise," "I'll do better, I promise," "It's the last time, I promise." They weren't working, you knew they weren't sincere. But after a while, you were broken down, and when he sent his last text you knew hoped it could change: "I miss you, y/n, please come home."

Don’t make me get violent

The first week or so you were back Katsuki showered you in kisses, cuddles, gifts, whatever you could name. But it quickly went away. It quickly turned back into "I have work," "I'll male it next time," "I told you our date wasn't confirmed, I have work and there's nothing I can do about it." After all his promises you were naive enough to believe him, but you wouldn't sit back and beg anymore. When he got home after another cancelled date you knew it was over.

"Katsuki, I can't do this anymore," you say solemnly "You promised it would be different, but this past year you've never changed. You leave me to sit and wait. To beg for your attention. I waited for hours on our fucking anniversary just for you not to show."

"I-" Katsuki started but you cut him off.

"No! You don't get to talk. I'm tired of your half-assed apologies, I'm tired of your little "I'll be better"s! It's not fair. And I'm done." You yell before taking a moment to calm your breathing. "We're done." You finish.

Katsuki looks shocked, annoyed even, but he doesn't look hurt. He doesn't look sad, remorseful, or even remotely upset. He just squares his jaw and looks at you. "We're done?" His voice is steady and it's obvious he doesn't care, he's just tired of this conversation after a long day of work.

"Yes" you mumble, shocked by his reaction and hurt by how obvious it is he doesn't care.

"I want my ring back" Katsuki grunts out, holding his hand out.

You pause in absolute disbelief and take it off before walking out. Katsuki doesn't deserve a reaction anymore.

You don’t listen anyways, I’ll be quiet

I don’t really feel like fighting

A/N: This is genuinely bad but I don't care, I just got bored and wanted to write. I also didn't proof read just a heads up.

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[katszumi]

bakugou hated defeat. he was never one to forfeit anything. if he could challenge the ocean to a battle, he would and sincerely believe he’d win.

once, he admits defeat to the universe and chooses to let you slip through his fingers.

when he began to fall in love with your sweet manner, delicate touch, warm smile and witty behavior, he also began to hate himself.

he hated the way he was when it came to feelings. he knew he wasn’t able to express his emotions like a good boyfriend should. he was intolerable, insufferable. something that couldn’t have mixed with you.

love was a foreign concept to him, something he couldn’t grasp but something he desperately wished for deep down, no matter how many times he brushed it off or ridiculed the idea.

bakugou knew love wasn’t designed for him, and he wasn’t ever going to let his silly imagination deceive him otherwise.

but, he knows his heart never stands a chance. especially tonight when he finds you on the terrace of ua. the night-sky wrapped the area in its darkness, the crescent moon illuminating the brightest color it could, and the silent night bringing the greatest solitude it could.

bakugou attempts to leave you be, but your eyes find him faster than he originally thought, him being pulled into your magnetic, overwhelming aura.

“hey,” he begins, a slight waver in his voice from his nerves. “not enjoyin’ the party inside?”

you chuckle slightly, waving his question off. “just needed some air.”

bakugou nods in response. he folded his arms over the railing, taking in the scenery around them.

it was the last night for the third years at ua, everyone celebrating their triumphs, losses, friendships. it was the last time they’d be within this building all together, the last time bakugou could silently admire you from afar. he’d always think about his last day there, wondering if he’d be shouting from excitement. he wasn’t close to thinking that he’d feel like his whole world was coming down.

you were planning to travel to the united states to start your hero debut, receiving an offer there that you just couldn’t pass up. he remembered the moment when you told him so vividly. you wore a huge smile, basically jumping out of excitement. that was the first time bakugou came to the realization that he couldn’t have you.

truth be told, he was scared of breaking paths with you. anger, sorrow, fear. you shone a light on all of those emotions. it felt like his anchor was gone. breaking every stable piece off of him one by one.

“so, what’s next for you? don’t think you ever told me your plan.”

in his head, bakugou replies with, that was on purpose. he wanted to remove everything from his mind. go with the flow and live in the moment until it was officially time to get started on his new path of life. but, he figured there was no more time to put it off.

“stay in the city for a bit. kirishima talked about collaboratin’ on an agency, so been givin’ that some consideration.” he replies somberly. “i don’t know really, just gotta find something to keep me busy.”

you echoed bakugou’s action from earlier, nodding to his statement. a small sigh parted your lips, partly from exhaustion, but also from sadness.

“you scared?” it came out as a whisper, as if it was a taboo subject to never touch on, and frankly it was when it came to bakugou.

he waited to respond, pausing for as long as he could before the silence turned uncomfortable.

“yeah.” something so simple but spoke so much considering bakugou would never admit such a thing. “you’ll be okay though. you got an offer some of us wish we could have, and i heard the states has good job opportunities.”

“i don’t wanna go.” first it came out as a mumble, bakugou unsure if he just understood the words that came out of your mouth.

“what?”

“i don’t want to go.” this time, your voice was much more stern.

“the fuck you talkin’ about? you’ve been excited for this shit the day you got the letter, now you don’t wanna go? as if.” he was aware that he came off a little too defensive, mostly to shield his heart from catching a little bit of hope, he didn’t mean to come at you so harshly.

you peeled your eyes away from him, purposely avoiding his eye contact. looking at him seemed more like receiving a scolding from a parent more than anything right now.

“i mean, the united states? i’ll be there alone, no family, no friends. it’s not the money or opportunities i’m concerned about, bakugou. it’s about my happiness.” you explained. “isn’t that something you’re thinking about too?”

bakugou weighs his options. he thinks he has nothing else to lose, but he also considers the fact of you breaking his heart even more than it is. besides, you were smart, he knew you were going to take the offer anyway no matter how bad your nerves were eating you up.

“you can’t think with your heart about things like this, y/n.” he knows he’s an asshole. he knows you’re looking to him for the reassurance you want to hear but he just can’t give it.

“i’m not! i just want to be happy doing the things i love and that’s not possible in an environment i cant stand to be in.”

“you don’t know that yet.”

“i’m getting a pretty good feeling.”

“because you’re scared.”

you shrug, “so what? you don’t know how i feel. you’ll be here with your mom, dad, and all of your friends. i’ll have to start over from scratch in a country i know nothing about.”

he scoffed, his eyes darting away from your figure. “right because you know exactly how i feel.” his tone bled with sarcasm.

“you don’t tell me how you feel for anything, so sorry for taking an educated guess.” you retorted.

“you never ask to begin with.”

“as if you’d even tell me. you think i haven’t noticed you avoiding me these past couple of weeks? you don’t even talk to me anymore.”

now the roles reversed, you stared at him, bakugou not daring to look into your eye.

he shifted in his position, beginning to become uncomfortable. he replayed in his mind what he should’ve done moments ago instead of coming to speak to you.

“nothing to say?” you were playing with fire, not caring that you were poking the bear. “guess that’s not anything new. you just do whatever you want, say whatever you wish without thinking of the other person, because you’re ‘katsuki bakugou’. the man who cares about none other than the title of being the number one hero.”

“that’s not fuckin’ true and you know it.” he snaps his head towards you.

“do i?” your eyes searched his. “maybe a few months ago i would’ve, but you’ve been treating me like an outcast recently. i thought i mattered to you! i thought we were something!”

“what do you want me to say here?”

“i want you to be honest.”

bakugou clenched his teeth, his jaw sharpening from the action. of course he wanted to be with you, there was no other girl that he could imagine being with. but it just couldn’t work. you weren’t made to be with a monster, and he didn’t deserve to enjoy something so sweet as you.

so, bakugou opted to refuse the truth once again, brushing her off.

“you’re just too good for me.” he simply replies. “don’t waste your potential here. go to america.”

bakugou takes no more time to indulge in your erratic behavior, so he leaves you at the terrace, the noise of the party being heard the moment he opened the side door.

he wanted you more than anything. if the universe loved him a little more, then maybe things between you two would work out. but because of his shitty luck and vexatious attitude, you two just didn’t match.

he also knew there was just someone you were bound to fall in love with in america.

bakugou wasn’t going to lead you on to make a stupid decision. even if that meant destroying himself in the process.

the morning after, your name wasn’t to be found on any of his socials, and his messages to you turned green. if he didn’t know before, then he definitely knew now that he burned anything he had with you.

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[mypimpademia]

— It’s Worse to Be Nothing

Bakugo x gn! Reader

Synopsis: Based on the song “Promise” by Laufey. Katsuki can’t help but reminisce on his past relationship with you, no matter how bad it was.

TW: Angst, swearing, mentions of (verbal) fighting, toxic relationship, relationship break up

NO MATTER HOW HARD KATSUKI TRIED, HE COULDN’T ACT LIKE HE DIDN’T CARE. He’s always been one to fake his feelings, but you made him betray that mask. He hated that about you, and it made him hate you. But he loved you so much more than he ever cared to admit.

Everything about the vulnerability you made him feel made his heart melt and and his blood boil. Kindness was never his strong suit, and the weakness you made him feel did nothing to help that.

He was a brute, to be frank. You wanted to believe that he loved you, you could feel it. But his words spoke louder than any action he could throw out to counteract them.

He’d pick and he’d poke, till your heart bled and you couldn’t take it anymore. Annoying, clingy, dumbass, among other things that he’d call you on a consistent basis, even when he swore he’d never do it again.

But it takes strength to date him in the first place, and you’d bite and you’d bark back just as hard. You’d hit him where it hurts, probably hurting him more than he hurt you. But if he wanted to play the tough guy card, then so be it.

You never said anything he didn’t already know, but that made it worse. You saw all these flaws in him that he constantly tried to hide from the world, and still loved him for them. And in the end, you hated him for them as well.

He was rude, an asshole even, arrogant, loud mouthed, foul mannered, and all around disrespectful. And he knew that, he knows that. He’ll never find anyone that would love him despite all this, not after you. Even if he did, they’re not you.

Katsuki is not perfect like he pretends to be, he makes more mistakes than he’d ever like to admit. His worst mistake was kicking up one too many arguments with you.

A bad day at work, a cold dinner, muddy and bloodied boots, the moon at its peak in the night sky, it was all too much. All you did was ask for communication, and to this day he wished he had the skills for it then.

Maybe he wouldn’t have screamed at you, maybe you wouldn’t have screamed at him. Maybe you wouldn’t have said packed that suitcase, maybe he wouldn’t have asked you where the fuck you were going. Maybe you wouldn’t have thrown your promise ring in his face, maybe you wouldn’t have left.

Just maybe, if he was a better man. Maybe if he was better to you. So many possibilities, so many standards he couldn’t, and may never, meet.

Your relationship was a dumpster fire at its best, and it hurt you both more than anything. But it’s worse to be nothing with you.

If Katsuki could count the amount of times he’s attempted to plan out how to win you back, he’d be ashamed. Because in every mentally mapped attempt, possibly even every universe, it never works out. You’d never last together.

But if you did, someway, somehow, he would take it. He’d take any berating from you, kill for him or kill him, and he’d love you all the same. It’s desperate and pathetic, but you don’t even have to love him back. As long as you live, and even after, he will always love you.

You are simultaneously the best and worse thing to ever happen to Katsuki, and he wishes he could let go.

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[sorrowfulrosebud]

Thinking about the progression of Katsuki letting you pet his hair (he’s also deaf in this bc I said so). Also season 6 spoilers lol

The first time you do it is during the designated movie night Class 1-A had every month during the weekend. Soft fleeces, pillows and sleeping bags litter the common room floor as everyone nestled in to start the movies. It was sacred tradition; a huge marathon of previously voted movies streamed one after another until everyone was asleep, or if the marathon ends early.

(Aizawa couldn’t be bothered to lecture the class anymore; as long as caramel popcorn didn’t get stuck in the rugs of the common room, you could all stay up for a solid week for all he cared).

You and the Bakusquad were lucky to snag one of the bigger couches, comfortable sitting you, Mina, Kirishima and Sero. Denki whined and pouted at first, before grinning at the realisation that he would be sat between your legs.

You and Mina both rolled your eyes, knowing that for all Denki was a hormonal teenage boy, he was harmless. Kirishima had even convinced Bakugou to join you somehow (under the promise that he wouldn’t bother him again).

“Tch, ain’t no way in hell you’re sittin’ there, sparky. Move your ass ya fuckin’ pervert,” he demanded, pulling Denki out of his euphoria. Denki whined, mumbling about how it was so unfair.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, before setting himself down. He would way rather have sat on the actual couch itself, but his head was pounding from training today and he could not be bothered to argue. You shimmied slightly closer to the arm of the couch so he would have more head room, which didn’t go unnoticed.

The lights in the room dimmed, snacks were distributed and drinks were poured. The dramatic sting of the opening credits filled the room as you and Mina giggled in excitement.

Katsuki’s head was absolutely killing him. The shitty combination of his classmates twittering, stupid jokes and shitty jumpscares made the pain in his head borderline unbearable. He was just about to get up and go when he felt a hand softly nestle into his fluffy locks.

Out of instinct, his warm palms wrapped tightly around the perpetrator’s, earning him a squeak. His head snapped in the general direction, only to be met with your widened eyes.

“Sorry Bakugou. There was a spider in your hair,” you whispered in his ear, showing him the tiny arachnid that was creeping along your hand. Katsuki rolled his eyes and released your hand.

“Whatever, just don’t touch me again, you weirdo,” he grumbled. He rested his head against the space between your and Mina’s legs and continued to watch the movie.

The next movie day was quite similar. You all arranged yourselves in a similar way, with you and Mina sat on the couch and Bakugou nestled between the two of you.

His head was absolutely pounding after training, but he owed Kirishima and he’d rather die than be indebted to him. The movie played as he rested his head on the plush couch, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. His hearing aids had been a total pain in his ass, and hearing was just too much for him.

He took them out, snapping them away in his case as he squints at the screen and lip-reads. You took notice immediately, gently tapping his shoulder and signing to him if he was okay. He blinked at you before huffing.

Yeah, I’m fine. Head hurts is all, and having a hearing break, he signed. You let out a silent “ohhh”. You thought for a minute before signing again.

I can give you a head massage if you like? My quirk allows me to heal through touching.

Katsuki’s eyes shot open before grunting and looking away. You took that as a no, before he nudged your shoulder.

Discretely. Do not let ANYONE see or I’ll kill you, he signed aggressively. You smiled as you started at the base of his scalp, your quirk heating up ever so slightly as you gently twirled his baby hairs.

Katsuki let out a slow breath as his migraine started to lift, and if he focused for a second; the ringing in his ears started to quiet. Your hands worked magic into his scalp, softly scrunching the dandelion fluff. Shivers ran down his spine as you thumbed the sensitive skin near his ears.

It took 20 minutes for him to feel completely rejuvenated, taking your hand off his head with a blushy grunt.

Thanks, or whatever, he signed, looking away. You gave him a small smile, ruffling his hair as he swatted you.

No problem, blasty.

“Where the fuck is he?! TELL ME WHERE HE IS, RIGHT NOW!” You demanded, the poor doctor hiding behind their clipboard as she waits for you to calm down.

“He’s right in here, but please be careful with him. He’s stable, but any… intense… emotions can throw that right out of whack,” she said calmly, opening the door and closing it behind you.

Katsuki was laid in bed, propped up by pillows as an oxygen mask aided his laboured breathing. His beautiful face was scratched to hell and back, and his upper torso was covered in bloodied bandages.

You let out a stifled sob, hands covering your mouth upon seeing your classmate. The two of you had grown closer during the movie nights; your hands would end up tangled in his hair as he slumped against you sleepily, slow but hot breaths against your leg.

You would kill Shigaraki for doing this, if it was the last thing you would do. Your head rested against the bed rails as you cried, not knowing if your crush would ever wake up.

“H-handsy? Wh’ the mphuck happened?” Katsuki murmured out. Red eyes cracked open slightly as he focused on you, before they shot open completely.

“Deku!” He exclaimed, trying to rip the oxygen mask off and trying to race to his feet. You exclaimed loudly, trying to get him to calm down. You ended up sitting on him, pressing his shoulders back into the bed as you looked at each other wildly.

“Y-you’re alive…” you let out a slow sob as you lowered your head. Katsuki stared at you, before his calloused hands caressed your cheeks. Your eyes shot open, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

It was like he was seeing you clearly for the first time in ages, all worries slowly melting away as your hands bunched into his scrubs. You let go of his clothes as you started to shakily sign.

Shigaraki impaled you after you pushed Deku away. He’s totally fine, a bit roughed up but he’s being treated in another room. Your organs were pierced, and you’re gonna be sore for a while but you’ll get better soon, you sign. Katsuki nodded, still tracing your cheeks.

He let go of you as he signed back.

Are you okay? Did Shigaraki get you? You were there with us, and I blacked out before I could find you.

You shook your head.

No, I’m fine. I had a concussion and a busted leg, but Recovery Girl fixed me up almost right away. Does your head hurt? How do you feel?

Katsuki thought for a second.

My head hurts a little, and my gut hurts like fuck. Shigaraki fucking ripped my hearing aid out too so my ears are ringing.

You paused as you looked at him. You got off him quickly, signing to him that you were going to find a nurse, stopping when you felt him grasp your wrist.

Can you interpret for me? I’m a bit out of it and my head hurts too much for me to lip-read, he signed, looking… worried?

You smiled to him and nodded, promising that you wouldn’t leave him.

Nurses came and went as you signed to him what they were saying, as well as explaining how they were going to monitor him. He, of course, demanded you tell them that he’s fine to go home. You shook your head, smiling slightly as you tell them that he isn’t the biggest fan of hospitals, making him flip the bird at you.

The doctors gave him some antibiotics as he laid grumpily in bed, waiting for them to kick in. They left, reminding you of visiting times and when you would have to leave. You thanked them on behalf of you both, bowing before looking back to your crush.

He was sat pouting, tugging on the wires and tubes gently. Since he was more lucid, his usual moody temperament was back. You sat on the foot of the bed, tugging the blanket to get his attention.

Are you tired? I can leave you alone if you want. I know the others are probably going to demand to see you soon too, so you might want to rest up, you signed. Katsuki tutted, before a thought crossed his mind.

No, I’m not tired. Those extras can wait too. My head hurts still, so get over here and use your quirk, he signed aggressively, a stark contrast to the pink creeping up on his cheeks.

Oh, I’ll call the nurse- you start signing before Katsuki lets out an aggravated grunt.

No, dumbass. My HEAD HURTS, come USE YOUR QUIRK, he made his hand movements larger to emphasise. You stop, letting out an ohhhhh.

A cheeky grin swamped your face as your cheeks warmed. Katsuki huffed and looked away, calloused fingers playing with the hospital sheets. You shyly made your way next to him, him shifting away to give you room.

Are you comfortable? You sign. Katsuki nods, wrapping his arm gingerly around your waist. Your arms snaked around his shoulders, pushing his head into your neck. Gentle hands pulled debris out of his fluffy locks, content in hearing Katsuki’s relieved huffs of breath.

“…ne.”

“Did… did you say something, Bakugou?” You turn to look at him. His cheeks were splashed a delicate rosy pink.

“Be mine, damnit!” His voice was gruff with disuse as he peers into your eyes. Your own orbs couldn’t help the leaks, reaching down and pressing your lips to his.

The next movie night rolled around, Katsuki was proud to show you off as his partner. PDA was a tricky concept for him, after almost being scared off when his parents found you both asleep and cuddled tightly together well after visiting hours.

He had no qualms shouting praises to you during training, or threatening the life of creepy guys who can’t stop staring. So his favourite time where he can absorb your love in public lies in the tradition of movie nights.

Katsuki had his hearing aids out again, simply opting to sit in silence. He was sat between your legs, head resting against your tummy as he was occasionally shifted by your quiet laughs. He paid no mind though; so calm and quiet that he was ready to fall asleep.

Then your magic hands came out. You knew all of his sweet spots; the delicate scarring near the tips of his ears, the wispy baby hairs near the bottom of his neck, and the sensitive spot in the crown of his scalp always sent a shiver down his spine. He reminded you of a kitten, and when he lets out the occasional sigh, you imagine he’s purring instead.

With the soft kisses pressed against your thighs, just the two of you together and your hand in his hair,

he’s never felt more loved.

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[call-memissbrightside]

warnings: age-gap, adultery, mentions of cheating, NSFW scene hinted at

"Mrs. Bakugou look over here please!"

You squint against the harsh flashing of the paparazzi cameras, careful to not let your smile drop as you pose for them. Your feet were killing you in the heels your mother-in-law made you wear to match the custom dress she also had her say in designing for the annual Hero Gala. Thankfully your husband was by your side, hand on the small part of your back to keep you steady.

Peeking up at him through your false eyelashes that felt too heavy for your eyelids, you were envious that Katsuki wasn't pushed to smile for the cameras.

It was his role to be the brute, strong man while you played into the dainty, tempting trophy wife that was so small compared to his large size of pure muscles and testosterone.

You weren't a fan of the label his publicist team slapped onto you after you said 'I Do' to Japan's #2 Top Hero almost a year ago. Yet, being a trophy wife was better than being known as —

"Hey home-wrecker, you still talk to Uravity? I heard she's taking full custody of their daughter, would you like to comment?"

Bakugou moved to correct which ever journalist spoke out, and the they just loved that.

"Dynamite, are you on good terms with your ex wife?" "Does (Y/N) prevent you from seeing your child?" "Sir, did you only marry her to save your image?"

Their questions were harsh, as they were just mean. Thankfully the Bakugou family security moved in before Katsuki had to, and soon the pair of you were ushered off the red carpet.

You could still hear them calling out to you from behind the closed doors of the venue before another victim caught their eyes.

"Stupid fucking press, think they know everything," Katsuki mumbled before hiking up the stairs that led to the main ballroom where the award ceremony was held.

You hesitated at the bottom, staring up at the man who was your husband, the man who called you his wife. He was just as handsome as he was when he debuted as a hero even though now he was hitting his mid-thirties while you barely just turned twenty-two. The invasive questions that were thrown at you are rattling in your head, making it nearly impossible to move to be beside your Husband, The Hero Dynamite.

Katsuki notices you're not following him mid way up the stairs and scoffs before walking back to you.

"Stupid hag, I told her you don't know how to walk in heels," Is all he said before taking your hand and helping to lead you up the stairs.

You want to ask him about what the paparazzi was saying, if it was true that Ochako was trying to get full-custody of Katsumi. That meant he was lying to you when you asked if everything with his ex-wife was okay, right? And that last question... did he only marry you to save face —?

"What's wrong, you look like you're going to cry?" Katsuki asked quietly as a waiter showed them where you were sitting, up and center to the stage where the shiny awards were shown off on the platform.

You sit in the cushy seat, and not even the delicate decorations of the table; the shiny, white plates surrounding the centerpiece made up of what seemed to be hundreds of red roses— were enough to make you swoon and forget your worries.

Taking in Katsuki, how handsome he looks in his sleek black suit with the handkerchief peeking out of his chest pocket matching your dress, makes your heart clench.

You didn't want to cause a scene, or be an issue.

That's what Katsuki wanted, that's what he told you when you first met him.

"My wife is such a worrier, always on my ass and so damn dramatic." That's what he said, and it stuck with you because if he could leave her, a distinguished hero and the mother to his first and only child, he would leave you in the blink of an eye. Then what will become of you? The press would have a field day with that, "Fellow homewrecker gets her karma and now is heartbroken, single, and broke."

So, you suck it up, and shake your head. Putting back on your fake smile, your facade, you try being what he wants.

"Nothing at all baby, I'm just so proud of you," You lean in the gain a kiss, and it does make you a tad better when Katsuki grants you it.

———————

"Daddy!"

Thank god Katsuki had fast reflexives.

The moment the bedroom door is flung open, he's sitting up in bed. Katsuki pulls your naked chest to his and wraps the comforter up your shoulders to hide any naked skin from the view of his six-year old daughter Katsumi.

"'Sumi," He grits his teeth in annoyance but Katsuki never yells at his daughter. You hide your face into his neck, his body heat almost feeling scorching hot against yours as you blush red from embarrassment at almost being caught doing it by the little girl.

"Hi (Y/N)!" Katsumi yells when she spots your hair poking out of the comforter.

"Shhh," Katsuki shushes Katsumi, making her red eyes widen in worry. "(Y/N) is sleeping baby, what do you need?" Katsuki was sure that leaving his daughter occupied in her room with snacks and her favorite Bluey episodes playing on her TV would give him at least an hour to destress.

Katsumi cups her hands to her mouth, whispering, "I missed you guys and wanted to see if (Y/N) would play with me?"

Having Katsumi love you unconditionally was something you were immensely lucky to have, and her plea to play with you makes you teary eye at her sweetness.

Being identical to Katsuki in terms of looks, with his blonde hair and red eyes, she didn't inherit her father's temper. Katsumi was kinder and more willing to wear her heart on her sleeve, which made loving her easy for you.

Katsuki could feel the annoyance of being interrupted vanish at his daughter's sweet question, his hands that were anchored on your bare, bruised hips, gave you a gentle squeeze.

"Sure baby, let me wake her up and (Y/N) would love to play with you," Katsuki said.

Katsumi cheered before she quickly quieted down to not 'wake you', running out of the room after softly closing the door behind her.

You shimmy the blanket off you, both you and Katsuki red in the face from almost being caught.

"Do you need help with this?" You tease, rolling your hips to reignite the pleasure Katsuki was pulling from your body. His cock was still hard inside of you, seeing how he was almost finding his release before Katsumi interrupted.

Usually, Katsuki would take any opportunity to use your wet pussy to make himself feel good so imagine your surprise when he shakes his head no.

"I actually have to head to the office to finish up some reports from the week. Do you mind watching Katsumi until I'm finished? We could go out for dinner afterwards?"

Katsuki doesn't wait for your answer, he easily lifts you completely off his cock and placing you on the bed next to him before he gets up and begins getting dressed. You sit there for a bit, watching as your husband covers up all the love bites you left on him.

"Reports?" You ask, still in shock that he didn't finish what he started.

Katsuki's head falls back as he sighs, annoyance making his brow furrow as he puts on his shirt.

"Yes (Y/N), reports. They're important to hero work, you would know if you were one."

The last part bites, and it's the sting you needed to get up and dress yourself. Katsuki knew talking about your lack of having a quirk was a sore subject to you, you told him this countless times. Yet, he would bring it up time to time when he wanted to showcase how he was wiser, older, and knew what he was talking about and how you were stupid for questioning him.

You're having a pretend tea-party with Katsumi in the living room when Katsuki bids his farewell.

"Girls, give me a kiss for luck," He orders, and Katsumi springs up in giggles to give her father a big kiss on his cheek.

You are slow to make your way to him, still hurt by what he said and because he hadn't apologized.

Katsuki doesn't wait for you, he pulls you to him with a strong hand cupping your asscheek and giving it a squeeze. You kiss him, and he groans softly against your mouth.

"Tonight, we lock the fuckin' door, yeah?" He growls against your ear, too soft for Katsumi to hear as she already was back to playing.

It wasn't a proper apology, but the way your core tightened and your cunt leaked, it would do.

Later, as you now played princess in Katsumi's bedroom in front of her giant doll house, your mood began to damper again.

"(Y/N), does my daddy still pay you for babysitting me?" It was an honest question, and you knew Katsumi didn't mean anything by it but you still flinched at her words.

You try smiling the pain away, shaking your head. "Of course not silly girl, your daddy and I are married now."

Katsumi's sweet smile looks too much like her mother's and it reminds you of how Ochako would look at you when she'd come home from work: naive and so happy, oblivious to the fact that Katsuki had you bent over the bed he shared with her just moments prior to her return.

You had to look away so Katsumi wouldn't see the tears gathering in your eyes as you swallowed back the guilt you felt for breaking up the sweet girl's family.

Katsumi, still oblivious and not able to read nor have access to the internet just yet, still treated you like you were the best stepmom ever.

How many years do I have left before she only sees me as the other woman?

———————

Drop-offs were always awkward for you.

Despite the rumors the paparazzi spread, the relationship between Dynamite and Uravity was civil. Yet the relationship between you and Ochako was a bit strained, to say the least.

You hug Katsumi goodbye as she leaves to spend the week with her mother, before she gets into Ochako's car.

"No Katsuki?" Ochako asked with a raised eyebrow.

You cower under her questionable look, and you shrug. "He got caught up in the office again this week."

Your answer seems to be funny to her, and Ochako laughs before shaking her head. "I've heard that one before."

Saying nothing, you almost feel relief when the woman turns to walk back to her car before turning back to you.

"Let me give you piece of advice sweetheart, wife-to-wife," Ochako said coldly. "When Mr. Bakugou starts using the excuse of being 'caught up at the office', you better start claiming assets for the divorce."

Your eyes tear up, and your bottom lip quivers as the older woman rips into you.

"Trust me (Y/N), you don't want to keep holding on when he's already balls deep in someone else," Ochako warns, scoffing at your distress and walking away finally.

"I can't believe Katsuki liked them so young and stupid," The former Mrs. Bakugou said as she walked.

You openly sob as she drives away, Katsumi's confused face zooming past as you cry standing in the huge driveway of the house Katsuki owned.

It felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest, the idea of there being someone else when you've given your all for Katsuki and this marriage nearly drives you insane with grief. Karma was a bitch—

Your phone dings which takes your attention away from your pain, and you nearly cheer up when you notice a new message from Katsuki, only it read:

be home late, don't wait up

part two

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[katsukismrs]

i wish i were heather.

platonic!katsuki bakugou x reader

a/n: if you can’t tell i’m not in the best mental state rn💀 inspired by Heather by Conan Gray. this isn’t my best piece but meh

warnings: y/n ran away from home due to abusive family, was left out a lot by friends, bakugou’s sort of the exception???

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“You’re rich, Y/N! Literally if i were you, i’d be spending money everywhere!” Denki exclaimed in disappointment “And you don’t do anything with your money!”

“That’s called not being wise with money, Kaminari!” Ida disagreed wholeheartedly with Denki’s statement. “Y/N’s being completely reasonable with her money.”

Truth is, it isn’t that you can’t find a reason to spend your money, you donate to charity each month and take yourself and friends on shopping sprees. It’s just that the money feels.. empty. It has always been.

It was widely known that you spent the last years of your childhood and your first years of being a teenager in an orphanage, since you strongly disapproved of going back to that hell of a place your family calls home. You were 10 when you ran away from there, the day that marked your freedom.

But you can’t help but feel.. lonely.

Walking around in parks, malls, or any open space makes you see the life you can only dream of having. Children being pampered and loved by their parents can only make you feel like your skin doesn’t fit right over your bones, makes your legs eager to run somewhere far away to scream.

And unfortunately that has gotten to your UA classmates, too. Seeing Midoriya with his mother, seeing Bakugou with his parents, seeing everyone living the life you could never have. But they want to be you. It’s stupid to think about how they’ll trade a life full of security, love, support and happiness for having money and fame. but the grass on the other side is always greener, isn’t it?

There’s a side of you, that envies your classmates so much it could kill them, kill them for the life they potentially stole from you, but you know that isn’t the case and never will be.

And it isn’t with those in UA, either. But all your friends have something in common: they leave you, just like your parents did, just like everyone will.

Your friends left you for others, your best friends were never ‘forever’ as they say, and you hated that, and you hated yourself for it.

—

You sit in Katsuki’s dorm.

In silence.

With your thoughts. Disgusting, disgusting thoughts.

“I wish i were you, or anybody else.” You abruptly spoke.

“Hm?” He looked at you, perplexed. “What’d ya say?”

“i don’t want to be myself anymore.” you spoke.

“Who do you wanna be then? me?” He joked.

“I want to be anybody else but me.”

He turned to face you. “Because?”

“Everyone thinks i have it perfect because i have money.”

Katsuki stared at you, waiting for you to get to your point.

“But rectangular pieces of paper can’t love like a human can.” you spoke with a monotonous tone.

He waited for you to get to your point, staying silent.

I wish i were Jiro, who has supportive parents.

I wish i were Ochako, whom regardless of financial situation, her parents still love her anyways.

I wish i were Ida, whose brother adores him.

I wish i were Mina, who can make friends anywhere and everywhere.

I wish i were Kirishima, able to make friends stay.

I wish i were Shoto, whose father is trying to make up for the damage he caused him.

But all you can muster out is “I don’t want to be myself, i don’t want to be here as me, i want to be someone else, anybody.”

Katsuki looked at you. “You think you can have it your way every time in life, huh?” He laughed.

You looked up at him, tears threatening to fall as your throat begins tying itself into a knot.

Katsuki sighed “Listen, I’m not the type to come to for this verbal shit, but you’re pretty fuckin’ awesome as is.”

You didn’t believe him, you couldn’t believe him.

but maybe you could someday, but for now?

you wish you were Heather, or someone else who isn’t you.

—

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[simp-thingz]

Could you do a bakugo fic where him and the reader get Into a fight?

Thanks for the ask! I don't like how this one ended but I still might do a part two.

It had started off small, a tiny argument because your husband had missed one of your important work events after promising that he’d be there this time. But Katsuki being Katsuki and you not backing down had blown it out of proportion.

“I forgot okay! My bad! I wasn’t there, I will be next time!! He yelled as you huffed “You’re never here! That’s the fucking point Katsuki!” you yelled back causing him to shut his mouth quickly and glare at you with narrowed eyes “You keep saying you’ll be there but you never are!” 

“I have a fucking city to save that’s why!!” he shouted trying to reason with you but to no avail as tears sprang to your eyes in frustration. He wasn’t getting it. The past few months had been like living with a stranger and you’d only been married a year and you were tired. “There are plenty of other heroes for the city! I only have one husband and sometimes it feels like I don’t even have that!! You yelled tears of frustration pricking your eyes as you willed him to understand but to no avail as he scoffed “don’t be so dramatic”.

“Dramatic? Really?? When was the last time you asked about my day?? When was the last time you said ‘I love you’?” you questioned as he paused counting the days in his head but to no luck as he shrugged reluctantly. He couldn’t remember. “Exactly.” With that, you grabbed your pillow and made your way out of the bedroom because it was late and if you didn’t lay down you were gonna break down right there on the floor. 

He fucked up. He knew that, he hadn’t realized it had been so long. Now he laid in a cold bed all alone and a pillow missing but that didn’t matter as he kept replaying your question in his head; when was the last time he had said he loved you?? But he couldn’t find and answer and the only answer there was would simply break his heart in two. You didn’t normally yell, not at him so how long had you been feeling this way? All these questions and no answers were driving him crazy as he thrashed around in the bed trying to get comfortable. 

You were gone by morning. Gone to stay at a friend's house according to the note you had left. He wasn’t sure why sleeping in the living room wasn’t adequate in putting space between the two of you but while he was sure you were still pissed he called anyway. You didn’t pick up the phone, no doubt still sleeping but it still stung although he knew you needed the rest for you had been worrying yourself sick over him for months now. 

You never did come back. And there never was a next time.

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