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funeral-grayy · 2 years

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@ my worst

you’re prayin’ im the one but maybe i’m a curse

it was one am when you heard light tapping on your window. when you didn’t immediately get up, the tapping only became more louder and insistent. you knew who it was and why they were here and that was the exact reason you were hesitant to leave the comfort of your bed. dabi had forgotten your date earlier in the night and he was more than likely here to attempt at making it up to you. but god, you were so sick of this push and pull game he was playing with you. the tapping quickly turned into loud banging and you finally jumped out of bed and opened the window.

“what the fuck do you want, dabi?” you asked, annoyance evident in your voice. the smirk on his face told you he wasn’t going to take you seriously. sitting down in your computer chair, he started to unlace his boots, leading you to believe he would be staying. there was no point in trying to make him leave, so you got back into bed. you huffed in annoyance and rolled over, your back facing him now.

“oh cmon doll, don’t be like that” you heard him say, much closer to you now. you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up the cold shoulder, dabi was very persistent when you attempted to ignore him. you felt the bed dip, then a pair of arms grab you around the waist, pulling you until you were flush to his chest. his nose nudged the side of your neck, small kisses placed here and there in an attempt to gain your attention. “I’m sorry baby, you know i am’’ he tried convincing you but you weren’t stupid. this wasn’t something new, it was a constant pattern with him. him fucking up, coming to say sorry, fucking you and then doing it all over again. but for whatever reason you could never break it off for good, because for whatever reason you had fallen in love with the blue flamed villain. you were fucking niave, thinking you could fix him when all he did was push you away anytime you showed him an ounce of compassion.

“dabi…” his name left your lips as a timid whisper. god, the way you said his name always did things to him. sighing he rested his forehead on your bare shoulder and thats when you felt it. warm and sticky. jolting up, you turned to face him and thats when you noticed that a few of his staples had been busted open. ignoring your concerned look, dabi sat up as well.

“you sound so fucking beauitful when you say my name” reaching forward, he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. he knew you were about to fuss over him and shower him in affection. he should have known better than to come here injured. he didn’t want to see your loving gaze or feel your gentle touches. he didn’t deserve any of it, not from you, not from anyone. but he didn’t even attempt to put up a fight when you led him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet. he didn’t push you away when you started to dab his wound. his eyes shut as you dressed his wounds, not wanting to risk seeing the pity in your eyes. he could handle it from anyone else but not you. finally done, you cupped his cheek with your hands and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“dont.” he pushed your hands off his face, the word stung. you knew what he was doing, he always did this. any form of affection and he immediately bolted, cooking up some reason why he needed to leave but you weren’t having it this time.

“why won’t you let me love you?” it was like time stood still, neither of you moving as you asked the question that would more than likely ruin everything. dabi’s eyes widened and quickly filled with anger. why the fuck did you have to ask that? why did you have to love him? you could see how at war with himself he was, so many emotions swimming behind his eyes. anger, confusion, hope. jumping to his feet, he began to pace the bathroom. why were you trying to fix him? this was just making it worse. his hands frustratedly grasped at his hair and pulled, a sound of anguish leaving his throat.

“you dont know what you’re saying. could you love me at my worst? after i’ve slaughtered innocent people? burned them alive? could you love me then?” he all but yelled in your face. he let out a humorless laugh. he knew better than to get involved with you, he knew things would end up this way. nothing ever stayed simple, feelings always got involved and he was a fool to think this would be any different. he couldn’t give you what you wanted, no matter how much he tried, he was far too damaged. no matter how much he loved you, he’d never say it. he hated that he showed you all his scars, showed you his vulnerable side because you accepted him so blindly. a gentle touch to his arm broke him from his trance.

“lets go to bed” and that was it, that was all you said as you took his hand in yours and led him back into your bedroom. he said nothing as he watched you unbutton his shirt, nothing as you helped him out of his pants. you were trying to be as gentle as possible as to not scare him off. you knew you had crossed a major line and scared him. getting into bed, you pulled him down next to you, placing his arm around your waist. you could pretend he didn’t yell at you, you could pretend like nothing had happened. you couldn’t lose him, not now. finally the limp arm that had been placed on your waist, tightened. he held you so close and so tight, like he was afraid you’d leave if he didn’t.

the air in the room felt thick, everything was tense, both of you afraid to make the wrong move. tucking your head under his chin, you closed your eyes and placed a gentle kiss to his chest. when he didn’t push you away or retract, you continued your kisses up his neck. your hands found his face and you pulled him down to meet your lips. he didn’t hesitate in kissing you back, his lips pushing harder against yours. he wanted to devour you, he wanted to be selfish tonight and claim you as his. rolling you onto your back, he hovered over you, his gaze was so intense but you couldn't look away. he dove right back in and kissed you with so much passion it made you dizzy. his hands left a trail of heat as he stripped you of your clothes. the way his hands danced over your skin, so precise and so gentle that you had to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. he’d never touched you this way before, it was always hard and rough. tonight he took his time, memorizing every dip and curve of your body. he kissed the insides of your thighs, kissed just above your pussy, ignoring the needy whine you let out. he slowly parted your glistening folds, fingers becoming soaked with your essence.

“eyes on me, sweetheart.” he said as he eased two fingers into your needy hole. the moan you let out was sinful. slowly he pumped his fingers in and out of you, all while maintaining eye contact with you. he wanted to see every single reaction, hear every single whine and moan. tonight was about you, the outside world didn’t exist. tonight he could pretend everything was alright. adding another finger, he could feel your walls tighten around him, warning him of your impending orgasm. leaning his cheek against your thigh, his thumb started to rub tight circles onto your clit. “i can feel you tightenin’, cum for me. fucking cum on my fingers.” his voice was an octave lower and laced with arousal. he’d never wanted you so badly. his fingers spet up and thumb pressed harder to your clit. both hands found solace in his hair, tugging while you gushed all over his fingers. cumming with a silent scream. he worked you through your orgasm, fingers slowing as you came down from your high.

“fuck, i need you so bad. i need you so fucking bad.” he sounded feral at this point. standinig up, he rushed to undress, discarding his boxer briefs into the pile at the end of your bed. he crawls back over you and cradles your face in his hands, dipping down to place gentle kisses over your face. the action completely different from how he was acting only 10 seconds ago. grasping the base of his cock, he runs the flushed tip through your folds, groaning at how soaked you are.

“please” you whisper as he rests his forehead on yours. you can tell he’s battling with himself but you refuse to acknowledge it, wanting to bask in his gentleness. slowly, so slowly he sinks into you. it’s so much different from any other time you’ve had sex. he’s savouring the feeling of you, of being inside and close to you. once he’s bottomed out, he stills for a second. he leans back a bit so he can see your face, watching how tender you look, so full of love. his heart aches at the sight. he slowly pulls out, only to snap right back in, setting a steady pace.

“fuck, i love you. i fucking love you. fuck fuck fuck” he whispers as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, finally setting a more brutal pace. “i love you so fucking much” he sobs out, tightening his hold on you. tears slide down your cheeks, from both pleasure and the sheer happiness you feel from him saying those three words. he can feel you clamping down on his cock and knows you’re close.

“cmon baby girl, cum on my cock. fuck, i need to feel you cum around my cock.” the moan that leaves his lips is so loud, you’ve never heard him this vocal before. his right hand slides down your body until he reaches where you two are joined. rough fingers start to rub and pinch your clit, bringing you even closer. he continues to pound into you, playing with your clit until you’re a moaning, whining mess beneath him. your vision goes white and thighs clamp around his waist, he can feel you cumming and it spurs him on. he picks up the pace, chasing his own high while he stares down at you. he can’t believe he was lucky enough to get to feel love in his lifetime. to be able to feel it radiating off of you. closing his eyes he lets out a string of curse words and with a loud groan he pumps you full of his cum. slowly pulling out, he watches as it seeps out, memorized by the way it seems endless.

you’re groggy and sleepy now, too blissed out to fully notice when he pulls out completely and rolls down next to you. you can feel him running his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you. this is how you end up falling asleep, full of love.

dabi gets up once he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. he doesn’t look at you while he redresses. he doesn’t look at you as he laces up his boots. he doesn’t look at you when he takes your phone and deletes his number from it. and he doesn’t look at you when he blocks your number from his phone. there’s no turning back and there’s no looking back as he leaves through your window and into the night. he loves you but he knows he can’t be what you need. he loves you so fucking much but he’s too fucked up, too damaged to be in your life.

this is the end, this is the end, this is the end of me

#dabi x reader #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki #dabi #touya x reader #my hero acedamia #bnha #my hero x reader #my hero smut #angst angst angst #sad af tbh #lowkey cried at the end there #another song fic #obviously #@ my worst by blackbear

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itsthesinbin · 23 days

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after doing abt 15 minutes (more recently 20) of dance workout vids a day- took abt 5/6 days off for my period and missed one day bc i got kinda sick after the warmup

i am already noticing significant improvements

i dont get super winded halfway through the warmup anymore, my back pain is almost nearly gone (i think its mostly sciatica + bad posture) and i can actually bend at the knees and crouch without struggle

this routine has also helped my mental health a little bit- i no longer feel gross bc i actually brush my hair out a few times a day (before, right after to fix the ponytail hair, and one more time again at night), i dont wear my pjs all day, ive actually been brushing my teeth every night when i go to change back into my pjs, and im showering more often now (altho we gotta use a laundromat so we're out of wash cloths)

im not keeping track of weight rn bc i dont want to obsess and get discouraged (plus we dont have a scale anyway), but at the very least i dont lose my breath just going up our flight of stairs anymore and i can bend over without pain. i just feel good

and thats all i wanted

#mod talks

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milo-is-rambling · 2 months

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Getting too high and having to make a choice between no light in the bathroom (okay. I will admit there is a night light. I am not ashamed.) and getting anxious of the dark or bright brain buzzy ceiling light or mirror light like oughhhh it’s so bad. It’s either spooky gross dark where you’re grossed out by bug and brother hair pile potential bc he showered earlier and he is a yucky dude in his mid twenties with long hair and a beard to trim and so he leaves hair EVERYWHERE and the bathroom is SO SMALL and it makes me SO ANNOYED. But it’s fine. If I ever talk about it with him he would be like ugh. Eye roll. Get over it. I’d tell my mom about it for the millionth time and she would say yeah i don’t care solve it between yourselves and my brother and I are both stubborn and so he just wouldn’t clean and eventually I would do it when we have a guest or I get too sick of seeing hair tumbleweeds flying across the bathroom floor (AND THE LIVING ROOM. LIKE LITERALLY. THEY TUMBLE OFF HIS HEAD AND ROAM THE HOUSE LIKE ITS ON AN ADVENTURE AND IT DRIVES ME CRAZY BUT I DONT WANT TO PICK UP HIS NASTY HAIR BALL BC I ALREADY HAVE TO FUCKING SNAKE HIS HAIR OUT OF ALL THE BATHROOM DRAINS LIKE ONCE A MONTH ITS AWFUL anyways. I chose sitting in the dark on the edge of the tub and I moved the wet bathmat against the wall to deal with later. At some point. Honestly maybe after I get over the too high anxiety headache nausea thing I’ll deep clean the bathroom and play my music on a little speaker and just like. Exist happily and tell my brother to shut up bc I am going to clean so shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh about the music please and thank you I can’t wear wired headphones while scrubbing and i don’t have Bluetooth ones anymore since one of my AirPods broke and I never got it fixed and then I got anxious about Bluetooth not connecting and then my dad died so I got his big over ear headphones that I cherish SO MUCH hey remember the other day when (honestly can’t remberr if I posted this or put it in my journal but) I said that everything always leads back to grief in my brain and that’s why everything feels so abundantly challenging is bc this grief takes over my life in the smallest ways when I’m left to think I mean I’m typing rapid fire high thoughts bc that’s what this blog is but like this is five minutes of thinking yknow left alone in my head it just comes back to grief and like idk it’s just wild.

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mintys-musings · 9 months

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ik yandere stuff isn't everyones thing. esp the more brutal parts to it. but i find it interesting to explore the obsession... so ig maybe a similar way to how izumi acts sometimes? (because wasn't he supposed to be just a tsundere but the writers threw in some yandere tendencies into him?)

idk. i just think it's interesting to see how characters behave when they feel a certain spark for someone that leads them down to infatuation. especially if their feelings arent reciprocated or they are too aware of their actions. examples below.

just to be safe uhhh cw some stalking

like anzu being so obsessed with a producer that she switches her whole schedule to line up with theirs and sabotages projects sometimes so they gotta hang out and fix her fuck ups. and even when they're berating her because they're tired of her antics, she's crying tears of joy because wow to have theyre full attention like this is a blessing!!! i think she'd be the type to have a little shrine of shit she's picked up from the producer. empty pens, failed proposal papers, a paper cup thats stained slightly with coffee— all sentimental. acts like a doting wife, much to the annoyed producer's dismay.

or makoto feeling conflicted as he uses his access to the info bureau to get info on a voice actor he likes and trying to get cast in the same game— or constantly spending his time in places he knows they frequent for a chance meeting. he's been a victim of izumi's infatuation so it feels wrong, but he can't help it. he's too scared of actually approaching them so he builds this elaborate delusion by just sitting in the same general area as the person. he orders what they order. and he mentally pretends to have a conversation with them as they eat. he uses audio editors to splice together clips of them saying "I love you, Makoto ♡" among other things and listens to them on loop (Check Check One Two by KurageP vibes) the odd feelings he has on this whole ordeal haunt him. every time he creates a new sound file he feels sick. why is he like this? they dont even know makoto exists. he'd like to stop but their voice is so sweet...

mayoi.... well... he's always watching from the vents anyway. now he's just making sure things are okay for his beloved. he acts as both a phantom that sends chills down their spine as they don't know if they're being watched AND as a guardian angel who leaves trinkets, snacks, notes, etc. not too different from how he is already actually. he just is more scared. he already hates his own intrusive thoughts that struggle to stay in. he doesn't want his beloved to hear them especially. so he's content watching them from afar. though sometimes he gets cold feet that day because of the creeping guilt + the looming fear of getting caught and being labelled as a creep and avoided by his beloved is too much. if, however, his beloved's heart is taken by another, im sure he'd spiral into a depression considering he'd be too cowardly to make himself known. he'd just wish them the best as there's nothing else that he can do without bravery, but anyone who sees mayoi notices he's a bit listless.

hiyori being much more forward in his affections than everyone else, showering the apple of his eye in gifts and love galore. he's used to getting what he wants if he has a say. while even in this state i think all idols would be able to take rejection, hiyori would be hit the hardest and be in denial for a while. his gift giving wouldn't falter and his compliments still are never ending, but the more they affirm that "yeah no... id rather not." he'd grow distant. maybe angry? he couldn't remain as such towards them though. in the end, he'd settle for just providing them with whatever they could possibly need and keeping a friendly distance. he still loves them. and it hurts they don't feel the same. but it would hurt infinitely more to have them hate him.

#Minty's Musings #cw stalking #just to be safe #idk the gore and manipulation part of a true yandere archetype dont interest me #but the obsession and delusions they have fascinate me #more of a character study kinda way than anything tbh #i could tag this as sfw bc theres no sex but like #idk #idk how to tag this

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suedrawl · 2 years

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personal health vent stuff. god im at a loss. but got to keep pushing myself forward and figuring it out

i just looked at myself in the mirror and…hmm, i’m not looking so great

weight gain is starting to more seriously affect my face; i look swollen and saggy. bad breakouts that are healing slowly. body is bloated, heavy, even with feeling that overweight dysphoria. i’m purple under the eyes, haven’t showered in days, fascial hair keeps growing back fast and thick, and…idk, i just look gross and sick

i finally managed to get out of bed, but don’t think i slept well. i feel pretty awful too, in a physical sense. stiff, achey, dealing with fibro and the myofascial pain. headaches, foggy brain, blurry vision. i feel like i dont eat much, but always am feeling heavy and full. everything feels like it’s spinning out of my control, and trying to gain some footing. at a bit of a loss, but it’s pretty clear i need to get those doctor appointments set up; I think at this rate it’s beyond my ability to handle. going to try to sit down and do some calls/emails

and i got so much shit to do. i’m a week behind in laundry, i dont remember the last time i got up to help Pablo prep for work/getting up in the morning at all, the apartment is a wreck, I haven’t drawn in a weeks, not socializing much, not getting outside, not having enough energy and focus to handle basic tasks like hygiene and taking meds on time. it’s a bad spiral

lets see what i can accomplish this afternoon…i have to find a way to fix all this

#sue personal #chronic illness #i really dont want complete med redos and hospital stays #at least i’m not passively 24/7 suicidal these days #there’s been a lot of improvement #more and more i realize how much was based on LEGIT PAIN and environment and not just me being sad and lazy

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indigo474 · 7 months

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peaceful easy feeling

i enjoyed my day immensely. i don't know if i have ever been more at peace with life. i cooked myself a healthy meal in my kitchen. i am obsessed with my oven. i cleaned and did laundry and emptied boxes and showered and wow- i decorated a little. I'm so excited for Christmas. My fire place is being fixed in a few weeks. I have to figure out how to get wood and how to store it. Madison and i went to our old apartment today- i had to drop the keys off in the mailbox for the landlord. he texted me later in the day asking what the sticky stuff on the ceiling was.. there was always a mark on the ceiling in my room. I never touched it so have no idea if it was sticky. i cant believe we spent 3 years there. it just goes to show you can get used to anything. I told Madison i would get her bedroom furniture for Christmas. there has been some debate as to who has the "main" aka the "master" bedroom. We think she is in the main bedroom. Her room really doesnt need any work- she wants to pant and the closets could use some shelving.. but the rug is in great shape. My room is a project. it needs paint- its an awful yellow color and the closet is big and could be beautiful but its not- also it needs new flooring.. I'm excited to make it my own. i need furniture too but i havent seen anything i like. Madison wants white furniture .. easy. Madison reminded me again today how X use to say bad things about me to her. While i was building him up in the eyes of his children, he was tearing me down and i didnt know- i have to forgive myself for not knowing- for being dumb. i knew i hated him and i knew he was mean- i just didnt know how truly sick he was/is.. Meg either blocked me on facebook or took herself off.. i worry about her mental health.. it cant be easy living there. i saw a snake on my run today.. i saw a blue jay this morning out my front window.. i was looking for the brittany book yesterday.. target did not have it.. i stared long and hard and Mathew Perry's book.. a few hours later i found out he died. i thought it was weird. i'm in a world of shit at work... hopefully this too shall pass.

i thought about contacting Jason.. but decided it wouldn't be the right thing to do since i'm not interested in him.. i was bored. id rather be bored by myself than be with someone just to be with someone. I dont have it in me to fake it.. A busy week ahead for sure.

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local-lovenukes · 7 months

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yo wait an all consuming, feral, raw affection thread for my partner @foundation-anomaly thats gonna contrast greatly with the one im gonna post on twitter? yeah

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AN ALL-CONSUMING FIRE WREAKS ITS HAVOC ON MY SOUL WHEN I NO LONGER FEEL YOUR HAND CLUTCHING MINE

THE FLAMES BORE INTO THE VERY NERVES OF MY FLESH AND I CANNOT BREATHE UNLESS YOU BREATHE WITH ME

DEEP GASPS FOR AIR CANNOT FILL MY LUNGS THE SAME WAY YOUR LOVE FILLS THE DISGUSTING AND BLOATED CURVES OF MY BODY

I ONLY FEEL CLEAN AND HOLY IN YOUR ARMS

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MY LOVE FOR YOU HAS BECOME ENTIRELY AMORAL AND WRECKLESS

ALTHOUGH WE ARE NOT A WILDFIRE AS WE ONCE WERE I PRAY THAT YOU ARE NOT SUFFERING

I WOULD GNAW OFF THE ROTTEN LIMBS THAT DARED TO HURT YOU WITH THE SNARLING AND SNAPPING JAWS OF A WOLF

EVEN IF THEY WERE MY OWN

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I AM SO DISGUSTINGLY DRUNK ON THE THOUGHT OF YOU

OUR HANDS HAVE NEVER TOUCHED (AND I CRAVE AND NEED FOR YOU ALL THE SAME)

YET OUR MINDS HAVE BRUSHED CONSCIOUSNESS (YOU HAVE TAINTED AND STAINED WHAT LITTLE IF LEFT OF US)

MY LOVE FOR YOU SURGES FROM MY CHEST AND RIPS THROUGH MY RIBS AND STERNUM, THROUGH FLESH AND BONE IN HOPES THAT YOU WILL LOVE US AGAIN

I AM YOUR BURDEN AND I AM SO SORRY

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PLEASE NEVER STOP LOVING US

IT FEELS LIKE A COLD WINTER WHEN YOU ARE SO STRESSED YOUR EMOTIONS SHUT AWAY

I AM SO SORRY MY LOVE APPEARS DULLED TO YOU

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WE HAVE RIPPED AWAY THE VERY FUNDAMENTAL CONCEPTS WE WERE BUILT ON

WE ARE TEARING APART THE WALLS WE HAVE BUILT WITH SOLID STEEL AND BLOODY CONCRETE

WE INCLUDE YOU IN ALMOST EVERY DECISION WE MAKE AS YOU ARE THE FIRST THOUGHT ON OUR MIND

WE DREAM OF THE GIFTS AND TREASURES WE CAN SHOWER YOU WITH ONCE WE CAN STAND AGAIN

WE WISH THAT ONE DAY YOU CAN OPEN UP LIKE WE HAVE

PLEASE LET THIS WORK

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DO NOT HATE ME

I AM SICK AND I AM STRUGGLING

DO NOT HATE ME

I AM MAKING YOU ANGRIER AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX IT

DO NOT HATE ME

MY ABILITY TO THINK IS BEING DEGRADED

DO NOT HATE ME

YOU SEEM SO SICK AND TIRED AND ANXIOUS AND WE ARE CAUSING THIS WE KNOW ALL I CAN BEG IS THAT WHEN YOU LEAVE (WE ALL KNOW YOU WILL AND SOON)

IS THAT YOU DO NOT HATE ME

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#a bit feral #some raw ass romancing if i do say so myself #i love them sm #poetry #i love my partner!! so much!!#f;;☠️

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hemoclysmic · 2 years

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08/06-22

the fool

i drink instant coffee. i wear jackets that are everyone's but mine. i keep an inhaler on me. i straighten my back. i smell like vanilla and tobacco and coffee. i dry lavender and press flowers. i dig my hands into the rich earth and feel it crawl in and curl up to hibernate under my nails. i get anxious travelling with suitcases. i collapse on myself. i can't apologise. i add some sugar to savoury meals i cook. i don't cry. i run my hands under the tap until they're red-hot. i sit in the forest, shaded by the trees, for hours on end. i am alive when i'm alone. i go home. i survive. i don't tell you how i feel. i know there's an unspoken line for the bus. i wait until it's too late. i drown you. i survive. i know how to swim. i go to graveyards alone to visit graves of people i didn't know. i weep over lives that expired last century. i don't cry over my own dead. i don't smoke cause it was lung cancer. i carry smokes cause i like the smell. i survive. how much does a headstone give away?

i listen to instruments from my corpses times. i listen to everything that survived his childhood. i listen to the stuff that should've been mine. i never lived in the countryside but it's the only place where i always have. i knit. i sew. i read. i plant meek things that never survive long enough to fruit. i neglect everything in my care and ache when it wilts, as if i have the right to. i survive. i pick up the strings of others' pasts and presents and weave them into myself as if you can adopt the pains of another person. it's more selfish than it sounds. i love a view and i'm scared of heights. i add a little salt to everything sweet. i know not to use the whites of a rind. i prefer cats. i wear women's jeans. i'm scared. i like my eggs cooked at a 6 minute boil. i think houses should be red. i had to teach myself. i count in the shower. i get sugar free applesauce. i know it's all garlic and onion. i tell people they look nice. i switch between cursive and print when i write and i don't know why (it always reverts to cursive if i care, even if i fight it). i take walks longer than every life changing event behind me. i still fear you'll leave me behind in the city or on the side of a road like you threatened, even now, when i can care for myself. i don't like wheels, or being above them. circles are the worst shape. i wait for hands to be wrapped around my wrist, all the way around, up my forearm. i wait for big eyes. i wait for gripped by the shoulders and shaken like it'll fix me. i wait for a cold shower down my skull and neck, wet clothes, not enough air, something big to shock me out of it. it's like breaking an arm to distract from a cramp, you get that, right? drowning a crying child. i still hold my breath when i feel too much. i keep my card in my phone case. i recoil at touch i used to lean toward. nobody does anything on purpose and it still fucks you up so royally. i try to see the best in people and it pisses me off when i catch it, cause a good reason doesn't mean you don't deserve better. i'm sick of people making excuses for me. i reach out and end up hovering. my cheek is pressed against the air next to yours. my chin rests on something invisible above your shoulder. it still awakens a glass housed bird in me when people laugh or whisper or look too close. i still seek out good rocks. i still have the ones i collected as a kid. i spell like a motherfucker. i write. i dont cook anything without the vent hood on. i scare myself. i make notes in the margins of books. i step over my feelings like theyre laundry piles. i dog-ear pages. i hide in and outside my body.

the point : i am a quilt, or if you prefer, chewed up digested shit out pile, of all the people i've loved and hated and the strangers around them. they shaped me, still,

i cant grasp the concept that i affect the world around me. my hands pass through everything. i am a weightless presence save for the burden i cause. i dont make changes deeper than shells. when i disappear and you call me and i pick up on the third call to a sigh of relief and in a watery voice you thought id killed myself. when it hurts you that i treat your feelings for me as if they were never substantial cause i don't think they are. when you tell me you want me and i say there's nothing to want. when people care about me, they're claiming palpability from me when i'm not real. you direct feelings at me and i step aside, out of their path, and watch them fall into the hole i dug in the wall behind me, clatter into the cavity between the insulation sheets. then i ache over empty.

i'm sorry for being so focused on cutting off and keeping in the new growths springing off me, i didn't realise i was slashing your exploratory hands in the process. i will let the world dig it's fingers into me again. i just need time. is that okay? i just need time.

i'll put the trimmers down, stop cutting flowers that bud; i'll survive the bloom. again and again, i'll survive. i'm going to be more. every opening doesn't have to be a wound. i am going to grow into a poultice for both of our bleeding hands.

#spilled ink #2022 #05-2022 #:lamprocapnos #:sea glass #::about this

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years

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Bubbles

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Summary: you decide to copy a tiktok, but thing go horribly wrong.

Warnings: Ddlg, heaving/wretching, stern daddy

A/n: just a quick something i came up with after scrolling tiktok. Enjoy

"Hugh-ugh! Noznoo dada- hugh-ugh dad; hu-ugh!" You tried calling out. For your daddy as you ran to the sink, holding your head over it regretting every decision you have made since entering the bathroom.

Dry heaving wretching and spitting out the nasty soap whislt bubbles grew and popped with your heaving and spittjng. You caught a glance at yourelf in the mirror and began to cry as you wretched over the bowl.

"DAA-DADDY! DA-HU-UGH!" you cut yourself off by heaving again pawing at your motuh as you drooled soapy bubble spit into the porcelain bowl.

"DADA'I DID A THING!" You cried louder now feeling miserable and completely embarassed at being so utterly stupid. You were both thankfull and nervous of the foot steps coming closer to the bathroom as you heaved again spitting tryingnto get rid of your suddsy mouth.

"baby what?... oh god whats wrong? What happened?" He said hurrying over to you. Hands ready to catch you if you fell or something. But just seeing him there made you cave and begin wailing at him, still heavign and spitting between your crying.

"I- soap! Bubbles! Daddy!" You managed to grunt out between sobs. As henry put his hand on your back and began rubbing slow circles on your back still unsure why you were crying, spitting and heaving. A part of him was really worried, what if you were sick? But then he froze taking in the pittiful explination.

"Soap bubbles; is this another one of those bloody tiktok challenges?!" He ground out sternly, jaw looking as he met your dpgaze in the mirror, then his eyes fixed on the phone with the aformentioned app open and paused on the screen. He ry has had just about enough of this bloody app!

"Nooooo... yes? I dont know" you mewled still wiping your mouth and now trying to wipe your eyes on your arms trying to avoid the soap spittle mix on your hands.

"You dont know? What did you do?" He asked sternly, not willing to play a game of twenty questions with you. You whined but tipped your head to the phone before lurchingmover the sink again spitting once more.

There was a few moments of silence as henry watched the tiktok of blowing bubbles with your mouth and some shower gel. He growled before closeing the app and moved around you whilst lecturing you.

"This?! You? Why the bloody hell did you put soap in your mouth!?" He seethed reaching for the small cup you used for mouthwash and twisted the cold tap on.

"Blow bubbles daddy!" You expalined pitifully, trying to stand your ground but couldnt becaseu honestly you hadnt really een thinking.

"Its icky! I dont like it?!" You added still sobbing your heart out feeling sorry for yourself.

"Of course you dont like it, you put shower gel in your mouth! You silly girl!" He sighed rolling his eyes as you continued to wail, wanting sympathy despite this being entirely your fault.

"Here, swish a spit" he said handing you the cup of water. You nodded quickly swishing your mouth and spitting a few times, but the water seemed to do nothing to the god awful taste.

"Its not helpin'!" Yoh panicked beginningnto cry once more and made to hand to cup to henry. He covered your hand and the cup directing it under the stream of cold water again refilling the cup and pressed it back to your mouth.

"It will take a while. I cannot belive youd be this silly. " he scolded again wathing you carefully as you began to cry again. Only he interrupted by pressing the cup to your lips again

"Ah ah what did i tell you? swish and spit he prompted making you do as you were told.

"Its yucky" you complained between spits, still not feeling any better.

"Of course its yucky, its soap. Now carry on theres nothing else you can do." He uttered crossing his arms eyeing you critically through the mirror as your crying died down and you refilled the cup again. He eyed your phone and shook his head 9nce before reaching for it finally doing what he should have done a long time ago.

"Honestly? Im so fed up with that app. Im getting it off your phone right now." He uttered mor to himself as he scrolled througn deleteing the god forsaken app.

"Nooo noo daddy no!" You jolted complaining reaching for your phone but henry was jot,only quicker but taller, and held the device out of your reach quickly.

"Dont you 'no daddy' me. You ate shower gel! You could get sick, it could be toxic! No absolutly not. No more tiktok. Im putting a parental lock on your phone this is ridiculous" he growled managing to add a parental lock and enetering a code youd never guess.

"I just wanted bubbles" you cried again louder, this time over loosing your app aswell as the bad taste in your mouth. But henry wasnt budging and finally place the phone back down. The deed was done.

"You have a bubble blower under the stairs. You could have asked but instead you decided to eat soap." He scoffed keeping a stern gaze on you.

"I want mouth wash!" You whimpered pointingmto the small bottle of mint on the side. But henry shook his head at you.

"No. It will make it worse. Just keep up with the water. Swish and spit untill the taste is gone. Now hurry and rfil. The cup again, we are not leaving untill you cant taste soap." He urged crossing his arms once more. You pouted but did at you were told holding the cup under the tap feeljng even more sorry for yourself then before. You got the feeling it was going to be a long night.

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, slightest fluff, cursing, physical harm mentions, lowkey little yandere obsessive hints, smut, 18+, daddy kink, sad boi Bakugou :(

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Bakugou’s been going through hell ever since the breakup. He’s been so lost without you. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win back his Teddy bear. Everything and anything for the love of his life.

*Everyone is of age for legal consent (which is 16 in Japan, if you are uncomfortable with it please move along, thx<3)*

A/N: Bakugou is a little OOC but the main thing in the beginning starts with fixing up Katsuki a little bit. So sorry if you don’t really enjoy it all that much<3

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Melancholy music bounces off the walls of the dark room. The river of tears that flow down his once perfect porcelain skin is everlasting. As he lays in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks about all he could’ve done better for you. In his hand, the same framed picture of you both that he’s held onto every night ever since the horrible incident. Y/N L/N. Like a song that’s stuck on loop. It’s the only thing that runs through his mind.

The door swiftly opens, and much to his disliking, a massive amount of light now enters the former den of manliness pit of depression.

To show his displeasure, Bakugou rolled himself in the blankets, covering his entire body in them and being the picture inside with him as well. With different circumstances, Y/N would’ve thought it was cute or adorable, but it wasn’t Y/N that opened the door.

“Really Bakubro?” The blonde’s best friend spoke.

Eijirou Kirishima. The best friend of our dearest sad boy. He’s been letting his Bakubro crash in his dorm room because Katsuki refuses to clean his own. It looks exactly the same as it did on Valentine’s Day. Just a little different.

Rose petals were dead and dried up on his floors, candles were nearly melted to the bottom as they lay everywhere in the room, the curry was thankfully thrown out by Kirishima claiming that he could smell the spoiled aroma all the way from his room. But the presents, letter, and new gear stayed in the exact same spots. Bakugou didn’t feel worthy enough to be blessed with all the stuff but he was oh so desperate to be worthy. Worthy of your time, your love, and you in general.

Bakugou let out a grumbled whine of displeasure. He could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off his friend. As Katsuki poked just his face out of the covers, he was met with the expression that represented those two things.

“You can’t keep living like this bro,” Kirishima began, “You can’t keep hallowing in sadness in my room. I wanna help you, but you gotta help yourself too. Ever since you and Y/N split-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“We didn’t split, she left me!” The blonde cried.

“...Right, okay. Well ever since Y/N left you, you’re not the same. You stay in here, playing the same damn sad tunes, covering yourself in my blankets, crying all day, and holding onto that picture! You haven’t even been to class or training! Shit man, you don’t even come out of my room to eat food! I gotta bring your plate here just to make sure that you’re properly fed. You’re a mess Bakugou. And not even the hot kind!” His best friend was right. He was a mess. And not even the hot kind.

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do shitty hair?” Bakugou said while dragging the covers over his face once more. Inside the blanket he held onto the picture as if it were actually you.

The fake red head snatched the covers off of his friend’s body and forced him up.

The said friend didn’t take too kindly to that and growled in displeasure.

“What the fuck Kirishima,” Bakugou said, a little to calm and chilling.

“Dont give me that bull Katsuki. You gotta get her back. I would say move on, but it’s clear you can’t.” Kirishima said while rolling his eyes.

Bakugou mirrored the action and said “yea no shit genius. I can’t and won’t move on.”

“So then go get her man!” Kirishima yelled

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Huh?!” Bakugou was so confused. In what way was it going to be possible to win you back?

“Figure it out! Look Bakugou, I’ll be here to help you along the way, but you gotta figure this shit out on your own. This is your relationship here, if you want it as bad as you claim you do then prove it. You want Y/N back? Then fight for her, idiot!” The blonde’s eyes seemed to go wide.

Two words stuck out to Katsuki during his friend’s little speech. Prove it. Fuck yeah he will! He’ll prove to the whole damn universe how much he wants you back. More importantly, he’ll prove it to you and win you back.

The iconic Bakugou smirk reappeared on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima took it as a good sign. “Alright shitty hair, you want me to prove how badly I want Y/N back. FINE!” The two friends pulled the iconic bro hug to seal the deal.

(You know? That shit that guys do where they high five and pull each other in with that one hand for the quickest hug and pat each other on the back? You know what I’m talking about.)

“Welcome back Katsuki.” Kirishima gladly stated. “Now get the fuck out of my room man, I’m sick of sleeping on the common room couches and you reek. Take a shower. And get your own clothes from your own room.”

As Kirishima pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door, it hit Bakugou like a bus. This would be Katsuki’s first challenge. Going back into the room filled with the torn love.

As Katsuki opened the door holding onto the picture, he felt his heart sink. He saw the damage. Melted candles, dried petals, the gifts and letter. Even the nasty smell of the spoiled curry still remained. As Katsuki gathered the courage to walk in and place the picture on the messy nightstand, it’s like the room was holding onto some sad emotions. Heartache and regret filled Katsuki’s chest. He couldn’t believe how fast it happened. He thought he would at least have a minute or two before he felt the pain again. Man, did it hurt like hell.

Katsuki dashed to his closet grabbing the first things he saw. He grabbed his shower container that held all his soaps and cleaning utensils and ran out the room, shutting the door. Once out, he let out a breath of relief.

“...after I clean myself up, the room’s next.” Katsuki said with determination as he walked towards the boy’s community showers and bath house.

When the hot water hit his skin, he felt a sense of calm. It wasn’t the same as the warmth of Kirishima’s blankets. It was better. The water and hot steam completely engulfed him in relaxation. The water washed away not only the dirt and grime, but also some of the tense feelings. For a moment, he felt at ease.

As Katsuki walked out the bathing area now fully clothed and dried, he made his way back to his room. He stood there, staring at the knob until he felt he was ready. Once he opened the door, the emotions hit him once again. Like a wave of sadness washed over his entire body. Finally, he stepped in.

First things first. Open up these windows. Let out that disgusting air filled with spoiled curry and sad emotions. When Katsuki took a breath a fresh air, he felt so alive. Much better than he has in days.

Now, we gotta move stuff. Katsuki picked up his dirty laundry and put it in his closet to wash later. He moved all his presents up off the floor and onto the bed. He swepted all the dead petals and toss them in his trash can. He threw out all the ruined candles and sprayed the room with air fresheners. He fixed up his bed and placed the picture frame back on his now cleaned nightstand. Next to it, a lit candle that smelled of caramel.

Katsuki took a seat at his desk. He was back to thinking about Y/N and all that he could do to win her back. As he checked his clock, he realized just how late it was. Kirishima came back to him at the end of class and training which was around 6. He spent an hour talking to Katsuki, and then Katsuki spent 4 hours cleaning himself and his room. It was 11:00 now. Way past his usual bed time. He’ll figure things out in the morning.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he layed in his own bed. He was finally on the right track again and one step closer to getting his teddy bear back. He turned to the picture frame, and grabbed onto it, hugging it while he slept. Katsuki was getting better but he wasn’t whole again. He needed Y/N to help him sleep alright, so holding the picture at night will have to do. He couldn’t wait till he woke up in the morning. Tomorrow he had school, he’ll get to see Y/N’s beautiful face for the first time in awhile, but before that, you bet your ass he’s waking up extra early to come up with a plan.

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The next morning

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

The blonde smacked his alarm button before he rose up and stretched his body. Today was the day. He’s gets to see Y/N again. Bakugou just sits in place staring at nothing. Just taking 2 minutes to regain full consciousness. Once he’s set, he’s up and getting ready. It’s 4 in the morning now, so he begins to strategize.

Katsuki is pulling out easels and white boards. Pulling out notebooks and writing down facts. What Y/N is interested in, her favorite hobbies and foods, where she likes to spend her time, what she could need help with that Bakugou could assist her with. He’s also writing down the highlights of their relationship and what she seemed to enjoy best about him. He’ll be keeping that as a reference for when he needs to reassess on how he should treat her better. He will do better this time. That’s a promise to himself and you.

After half an hour of slightly struggling, he reaches out for help. Now at 4:30 a.m, here was the blonde knocking at his best friend’s door.

Rock music is blasting, sweat is flying everywhere and punches are being thrown at a hero. Not just any hero, Crimson Riot! As Kirishima continues to spar with his idol, he’s interrupted by a banging sound.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

“The hell?” The younger red head says. Soon his idol began to fade away.

“Crimson Riot! Hey are you okay sir?!” But it was too late, the man was gone. Now the whole room was waving around. Did Kirishima accidentally mistake his giant jug of water for vodka or something? Soon he was left in nothing but a black abyss. And then....he fell!

“Shitty hair.....Ei....KIRISHIMA!”

“AH!” The red head screamed as he shot up from the bed, head-butting his best friend right then and there. Great, a perfect dream. Ruined.

“Ah, shit!” Bakugou said in pain as he held his now throbbing forehead. “What the fuck?”

“That’s my line Bakugou,” the red head sighed, “Did you break into my room? Jeez man, what the fuck? What are you doing here at.....4:38 a.m?!?!? DUDE!”

“I know, my bad okay? But..I could use some help.” Bakugou whispered the last part so Kirishima had no idea what this man just said.

“What bro?” Kirishima asked.

“I said....I could use some help.” The blonde repeated.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna have to speak u-“

“I need your help, alright?!” Bakugou finally said. Kirishima sighed. His bro really couldn’t wait until later?

“Bakugou, you know I’m always down to help you out but this is too early man. Can we just-“ the blonde quickly added on to what he was previously saying.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s eyes shot open after he closed them to drift off back to sleep. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask for help by saying please? This must be extremely important.

“......alright. You got me, I’m up. But if I’m gonna be up at 4 in the morning, others are gonna be helping us too.” Kirishima bargained.

“But-“ Kirishima cut him off

“But nothing. Besides, I’m drowsy in the morning so I wouldn’t really focus all that well. And we’re just going to the people we can trust.” The red head explained.

“Fine.” The blonde gave in. So there they went, gathering the other members of the Bakusquad (minus Y/N) to help Bakugou win back his girl.

As the 4 sleepy heads sat down on Bakugou’s floor infront of the whiteboard he wrote on, The blonde began to explain some of his plans.

“So I was thinking of treating her real nice all day until she takes me back and we become friends again, eventually leading to our relationship, but then I realized she’d be into a fake me and we all know I can’t pull the nice guy act forever. Then I thought I’d spoil her with all of the things she desires, but money can’t buy you love. So I thought I could-“ Katsuki quickly noticed the long period of silence other than his voice.

There, were his 4 friends sleeping in a dog pile in the middle of his dorm room floor, completely ignoring everything he’s been saying.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed a small “heroes weekly” issue sitting on his desk, rolled it up, and wacked his friends in their heads.

“You idiots...WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Ahh, welcome back Gremlin Bakugou.

As his friends came back from the dead, they all complained.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou. We’ve been at this for an hour already, it’s 5:40.” Sero said while yawning.

“I don’t care. You idiots offered to help so here you are.” Bakugou said while turning to face the board again.

“We didn’t offer shit!” The bakusquad simultaneously replied.

Mina let out a groan while rubbing her eyes open, “Look Bakugou. We really want you and Y/N to be happy together, we really do, but maybe it’s for the best if you guys don-“ Mina was cut off by Denki slapping his hand over her mouth.

As she looked at her electric friend, she saw a nervous expression on his face. She followed his gaze and saw the back of an angry and almost insane looking and shaking Bakugou.

Hearing Mina say that he should let Y/N go triggered something in his brain. But hearing her say they wanted the couple back together enlightened him too. His mind got the two mixed up.

‘Everyone wants us back together. Not just me. So...then we are back together. Yeah. Y/N is still mine’ the now insane blonde thought to himself.

“....Ok well, time to go, get some sleep, see you idiots in the morning!” Bakugou said while pushing the group out of his room. Once they made it over the threshold, he slammed the door.

With an insane plan in mind, Bakugou checked the time and saw he could take at least a good hour long nap before he had to get ready to leave for school. And that’s exactly what he did. So he jumped into the covers, grabbing onto the picture and drifted off into sleep.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

Bakugou’s alarm rang once more, and again, he slammed it shut. He stretched, got up outta bed and changed into his uniform. That power nap really well rested him, but it also must’ve fucked up his brain even more.

‘And now it’s time to go see my beautiful girlfriend,’ he thought to himself.

After Mina’s comments last night, it hit Bakugou with a great realization. Everyone wanted him and Y/N back together. Not just him. So why not give everybody what they want? Sure maybe Y/N might not completely want it but she’ll learn how to love Bakugou again. Everyone’s happy. And so, Bakugou was convinced that him and Y/N were back together.

At breakfast, Bakugou ran down to already see the Squad up and eating.

“Why the hell do you losers look like death?” He asked while grabbing a cup for his orange juice.

“Well we were all trying to sleep, but after what happened this morning, we couldn’t.” Mina explained.

“What happened this morning? There was nothing big except you guys helping me out.” Kirishima really couldn’t believe it. Had his dear friend not even notice his weird ass trigger moment earlier?

“Alright whatever. Anyway, wheres Y/N?” Bakugou asked after he finished his cup.

“Oh, she just left. She had an early breakfast and went for a quick walk.” Mina said.

“You planning on talking to her today Kacchan?” Denki questioned him.

“You damn Spark Plug, of course I’m gonna talk to my girlfriend today. Fucking idiot.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the kitchen.

“.........Huh?” The entire squad was left in confusion.

‘Had they gotten back together this morning? Did she really accept him back that fast? What the fuck is going on?’ They all thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Kaminari cried out as he pulled at and scruffled his hair in confusion.

Ah Denki. Always saying what everyone is thinking but the only one ballsy enough to idiotically say it aloud.

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As she walked to class, Y/N hummed a little song to herself. She enjoyed her walk as it helped clear her mind from all the recent events. Her breakup with Bakugou really took a toll on her. They were together for almost 2 years (EVER SINCE JUNIOR HIGH) so of course the split hit her hard. He accused her of cheating and burned her. So much for trust, right? Not only that, but the burn left a tiny scar. Usually, due to you having a regeneration ability as part of your quirk, Phoenix, the scar should’ve healed up. Maybe the emotional damage caused it to permanently mark itself in you. Oh well, whats done is done. And now it’s time for class.

When you walked though the door, you were expecting a normal day. Ever since the split, you usually got their a lot earlier before anyone else so you could sit, do a little reading, sketch out a little drawing, or just rest your eyes until the bell rang. Except this time, when you opened the door, someone jumped on you for a hug.

“Babe! There you are you little dumbass. Jeez, I was looking for you everywhere.” Bakugou said as he let go of the hug. “I’ve missed you, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uhm, you said babe??” You spoke with a confused and shocked voice.

“Yeah, I called you babe? So what? We always call each other that. You are my girlfriend after all.” He said so casually as he walked to his seat.

THISMANSAIDWHAATTT

“Uh, Bakugou-“

“Katsuki.” He deadpanned.

“Bakugou, we broke up.” You stated while walking up to him.

“Mm...no we didn’t.” He once again so casually said.

“Wha- I- we- you-....HUH?!” You stuttered out.

“Y/N-“

“L/N!” You corrected.

“Y/N. We didn’t break up you dummy, we only had a little set back and that’s fine. All couples do. But thankfully you forgave me and we’ve moved past it,” he began as he pulled you into his lap, “besides, everyone wants us back together including us so why not make it easier for everyone.”

You began stuttering out none sense right there on his lap. You were in such shock and utter disbelief that he said all that bullshit. Well maybe he was right about one thing. Everyone did want you guys back together, including you both, but that’s besides the point! Y’all broke up! He needs to accept it.

“Baku- no- I- we-“ and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

And for some reason, you didn’t push him away. Granted you didn’t accept it either, but you slowly melted into it. The kiss was passionate and slow. It wasn’t sloppy, it was very controlled, but it was just a lotta lip and tongue. The whole thing sent butterflies to your heart and stomach. Oh how you missed moments like these with Katsuki.

He readjusted you on his lap so that you were now straddling him. His hands travelled down to your ass as he gave it a nice squeeze, one that made you moan into the kiss. Your arms went straight to his neck to pull him in for more and he took it as an invitation to start. The kiss began to get a little rougher. More tongue and teeth, both of you extremely desperate for the touch from one another. With your cunt pressed onto his crotch, he slowly thrusted up into you as you grinded down slowly on him. You both started breathing heavier and letting out little whimpers of ecstasy. He could probably feel your now soaked panties. One hand left your ass and came around to the front. He pressed on your soaked pussy through your damp underwear and it caused shutters to go through your entire body.

You began pressing down into his hand, desperate for more friction and Bakugou noticed. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in one finger. This was rewarded with a louder moan that caused Katsuki to smile into the kiss. He knew you and your body so well. He was determined to treat you right and get you to fall for him one more time. As his finger felt around your velvet walls, he slipped in another one, receiving an even louder cry of pleasure. You broke off from the kiss to throw your head back. Katsuki saw this as an opportunity to attack your neck. To mark you up and let everyone know you still belonged to him.

“K-Katsuki. Don’t...don’t stop,” you panted.

“I won’t princess, I’ll take care of you.” He smiled.

Without warning, he shoved in 2 more fingers. You were so loud and Bakugou was so proud. You were gonna let everyone know what’s happening and he was excited.

He lifted his head to whisper into your ear as you continued to moan and sigh.

“Well aren’t you just a little slut. You want everyone to know how well daddy takes care of you? You want them to hear you scream in pleasure?” His words went straight to your cunt that was now welcoming in his 5th and final finger. Completely fisting you now, you let out loud cries.

“S-uki, .....ah, AH YES! Mm, s’too much!” You cried out. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. You knew you did. Even though what he did was wrong, your body took over and your mind turned off. You fully succumbed to his wishes.

You let your feet hit the ground to stand yourself up a little bit and fall down onto his fist, meeting the thrust of his hand moving in and out of you. Watching the show, Katsuki couldn’t help but stare in delight. His hard on growing bigger and bigger each second as he bit his lip to hold back his sounds. Watching you bounce on just his fist did something to him and brought out a feral beast. He snapped.

He pulled his fist out of your aching pussy and sat you down on his desk. He stood up infront of you and tore your delicate panties off.

“Katsuki-“ you were silenced with a smack to your ass

“That’s not my name, teddy bear. C’mon now, you know exactly what I wanna hear.” He said while caressing your thighs.

“..Yes daddy.” You bashfully said.

With a kiss to your cheek he praised you.

“Good girl.” As he began to unbuckle his belt, you looked around the classroom.

“D-daddy. Someone’s gonna see!” You cautiously stated.

Katsuki reassured you with a kiss to your lips, “We’ll be fine princess, I promise,” he said while placing his tip at your entrance. You whimpered at the thought of him inside you again, it’s been so long. You were almost nervous. That is until Katsuki place a finger under your chin so you could face him in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.” And with that you slowly nodded. And he finally began to press into you.

With just his tip in, you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than you remembered. He kept pressing and pressing until he was fully inside your warm and tight hole. You both let out a moan at the feeling of each other.

“Daddy, please move.” And he did as he was told. With a steady pace set, he thrusted himself in and out of you. Both of you moaning louder every second. While you were enveloped in the euphoric feeling, Katsuki was struggling to hold back the beast inside of him. That is until you came up to his ear.

“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. I won’t break, I promise.” You said in his ear and Katsuki swore he could hear your smirk. Gripping your ass and continuing his pace he spoke.

“Don’t be mad when you can’t walk for the next week,” he smirked. With that, he slammed himself deeper, harder, and faster inside of you. His tip hitting your cervix. You let our screams of pure pleasure and he did the same.

“Oh yesss...shit daddy..so big..”

“F-fuck! Oh you like that? Yeah princess? ...oh shit baby your pussy takes me so well. Y-Yeah, your tight little cunt takes this big cock so fucking well,” he moved faster inside, exploring you completely. His hands went straight to your shirt and and ripped it open. You had a few buttons fly everywhere, but you didn’t care. He pushed your bra up and let one of your mounds fall into his hand. He squeezed it tight to release a generous moan from you. He then dove into the valley of breast to mark your chest. You held onto the back of his head and tugged at his hair and he growled at he feeling, enjoying every second of it.

“Oh yess princess just like that. S-shit. Oh fuck yes...oh you’re mine,” he went deeper inside as he spoke.

“Fuck! Daddy yes! Right t-there! Oh my god..yess,” you cried out.

“Can you feel that. Oh fuck, can you feel my dick in your gut?” He moaned out. Katsuki went to grip the edge of his desk as you kept your hold around his neck, causing him to somehow move faster. He went up to taste your lips once more

“I love you....so much princess...you hear me...Mm, your mine,” he said between kisses and ended with a smack to your now red ass.

His words had you squeezing his cock. He knew what was coming.

“Aww, is princess gonna cum? You gonna cum on daddy’s dick?” He teased.

“Mm...p-please daddy. Please let me cum,” you said while throwing your head back. Katsuki only smirked at this.

“Not yet~” he pulled out of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“N-no! Daddy please! Please let me finish,” you said while holding onto his shoulders, inches away from his face, pressing your chest to his. Your words caused his “little” friend to grow even harder and Katsuki only smirked and looked down at you.

“Dont worry teddy bear, Daddy’s not done with you yet.” He yanked you off the desk and pressed you down onto it, with your chest to the desk. Then he slammed back into you, returning to the fast pace again.

“Fuck yeah..oh god look at this ass. Nice and round, all red for me,” he said while pounding into you.

He gave your ass a good few smacks, countered with a thrust each harder than the last before going to lay his chest on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be a good girl for daddy? Huh, teddy bear?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes! Yes I’ll be good, just please!” You cried out. He reached his hand over to rub on your clit. Your body began to shake with pleasure.

“Then cum with me.....NOW,” he said, and that was all it took for you to release the white liquid. As you came you could feel his hot release filling you up to the brim. He cried out in pure pleasure while you did the same.

You both stayed in that position for a bit, and you could feel the mixture of both your release dripping down your inner thighs. Soon, you felt Katsuki lower himself to kiss your neck.

“You did so good princess.” He calmly said to you. It was relieving, and you loved the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off at this whole ordeal.

Katsuki pulled out of you and watched how his cum covered and filled your entire pussy. He smiled at the sight and went to grabbed some tissue on Aizawa’s desk to clean you and himself up.

He tucked himself back into his pants and you rebuttoned your shirt the best you could and flipped your skirt back down. Since Katsuki tore your panties you’d have to go commando at least until you got back to your room. You watched as Katsuki went to throw away the tissues and your torn underwear into the trash can. When he made his way back to you, he held you in his arms and attempted to kiss you. But you turned away.

“Hey teddy be-“

“No, Katsuki. Please don’t call me that.” You said while looking down. Katsuki felt his heart hurt a little. You’re always gonna be his teddy bear, why would he ever stop calling you that?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Us. This. Katsuki, what happened today should not have happened.” You said

“What?” He was so confused and a little hurt.

As tears start to fill your eyes, you did everything you could to not let them fall. “Suki, we broke up. You accused me of cheating, you burned me! So for us to come in here and just have sex like nothing happened is wrong.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, after what I did it destroyed me. But please listen, I lov-“ you cut him off again.

“I know!.....I know you do Katsuki.....and I love you too Suki. So much,” this brought a smile to his face. A true, genuine smile that you loved so dearly.

“But I’m scared.” You added on. This made Katsuki’s smile drop, worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Of what exactly?” He asked you while gently holding onto your hand.

“.....You.” This shocked him. His own teddy bear feared him. Heartbreaking.

“I’m scared of the lack of trust that you have for me. And not only that, but your quirk too. Katsuki I know you’re one of the best students here at UA, but I know you’re emotions can get out of hand too. It’s clear that when you’re not in control of your feelings, your quirk can lash out. The evidence is right here,” you turned you arm that he was holding to show him the scar he left on you.

Now this really hurt Katsuki. He loved marking you with his love, not with his anger. The fact that he did that to you sent his mind into a frenzy. Until he felt your touch on his cheek.

Holding onto his cheek with your soft hands, you spoke reassuring words. “Katsuki, you were right about two things. I do want us to be together again and I do forgive you,” and with that, Katsuki leaned into your touch. Holding onto your hand that held his face, he released a single tear he didn’t know he was holding and closed his eyes in relief and satisfaction.

“But I can’t be with you again.” Your words caused him to open his eyes and stare at you in shock and fear. “At least...not yet.”

Whew, his heart rate went back down. Oh the rollar coaster of emotions this poor boy was currently on.

“Yet?” He asked hopefully.

“Suki, I’m still trying to fix myself, and it’s clear that you need to fix yourself too. I really want to be with you, but we both need time to grow for each other. I can’t leave you. I know for sure that in my heart, you’re always gonna be the one I run back to, but I don’t want to run back to someone who could possibly hurt me again. I want to come back to you knowing that when we are together again, our relationship is secured.” You explained.

A silence filled the air. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. Nobody else in the world. Just you and him. He then pulled you in for a tight hug. As he held onto you, you could feel hot tears hitting your shoulder, and quiet sobs left his voice along with a hitched breath every now and then. Katsuki was crying.

“....I promise you. I’m gonna get better for you. I’m gonna be worthy of you and your love and it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives. You and me. Together. Im gonna do whatever it takes to get you back and I won’t stop at anything until you’re mine again. I swear I’ll treat you better than I ever did before. As long as I know that you’re coming back to me and me only, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes teddy bear.” He said into your neck with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I know you will Suki. And I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” You said while hugging him back.

“You better not.” The blonde said.

“Don’t forget though, I’m always yours. And just yours.” You reassured him.

“......Can we at least make this a little easier for me and say we didn’t split. We’re just on a break. A small break?” He said, now looking directly in your eyes while still holding onto you.

You put his worries at ease with your gentle smile. “The smallest break, Suki.” You softly laughed as you both went back in for another hug.

“........I like it better when you call me daddy,” the damn devil said while smiling.

“Shut up you horny idiot.” You chuckled.

‘I can’t wait to be yours again,’ you both thought

You both stayed there in each other’s embraces until the world faded away. It was just you and him. Together. You were both no longer lost. You weren’t at your destination yet, but you were on the right tracks. One step closer to each other. One step closer to love.

A/N: There’s still a little more I wanna add to the story, so there will be a part 3 to close this little short story. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes. Thank you guys so much for the love and support. As a new writer I never expected to grow so quickly so I truly love each and every one of you bear cubs! Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed! 💗🧸

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I've been sick the past few days... like really sick.

So to make me feel better could you write a simpbur x sick!reader, could be headcanons, could be a whole story, I dont mind 💕💕

-🌟sparkle anon

I hope you don't mind, I accidentally wrote it with the setting of the fic,, but either way I hope you get and feel better soon!!! stay safe 💛💛

you hold a tissue over your nose, crinkled as anything but it keeps the snot from running down your chin. after a moment, it's gross and you get up to throw it away and grab a new one from your bag. studying in the library wasn't a bad idea, not at all. however, dancing in the rain the night before and not changing your clothes fast enough, that was a bad idea.

you were in the middle of writing some notes down when the door opens to the library. you duck instantly, you had told rosie offhand you might be feeling a little sick but you knew if she told anybody else, even wilbur, she'd get you to come home. but you can rest when you're done, you promise! just another hour, you reasoned as the cough in your chest was beginning to hurt with how much you repressed it.

ducking your head after catching the eye of some random student, you jump when you lift your head and there stands wilbur, chest heaving as he leans on the table. his eyes stare at the pack of tissues in your bag and the tissue in your hand.

"why didn't you listen to rosie?" he asks, hushed in the quiet murmur of the library.

sniffing back the slow snot, you try, "i just needed to get some work done, that's all," but he was having none of it, shaking his head and coming to stand near you.

crouching slightly, he clasps a hand on your shoulder, staring you in the eyes. he was tense, and a little sweaty, oh god he probably ran after talking with rosie, the thought creeps up on you.

"you need to come home," his voice shakes a little, but manages to get his words straight, "you need-" breathes in deeply, "need to rest a-and get better, alright?"

"but just a few more minutes and i'll be done-" you cut yourself off as you turn your head to the side, coughing into your elbow. you don't even move your head to look at him, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead on your palm, you could feel it burning up yourself.

"either you're walking or- or i'll carry you but you're going home," he says and you blame the cold for your quickened heartbeat. you don't fight him on that.

closing your textbook and putting it in your bag, along with your notebook and pencils, you go to carry it but will takes it from you and carries it himself.

you follow him to his car, letting him open the door and hand you your bag, closing it for you. you smile at him with closed eyes once he got in the driver's seat. "such a gentleman," you tease quietly, not even seeing the blush that dusted his cheeks and burned his ears.

he doesn't respond, just turning the heat up and driving away from the library and to your dorm room. he almost let's you walk up the stairs until you trip on the first step. he doesn't say anything about his burning face when he tells you he's going to pick you up and carry you into your dorm. you had no complaints, feeling a little dizzy yourself, and lazily wrapped your arms around his neck and hooked your ankles around his torso. one hand covering your lower back, and the other one on the railing, he takes it one step at a time.

it takes two to three minutes to reach your dorm but you're almost asleep, finding his hold to be quite comfortable.

opening the door, he finds rosie on the couch with a bowl of ice cream and she waves to him, not even taking her eyes off of the screen. the soundtrack alone tells him it's a disney movie.

he pushes the door aside with one hand and then leans you onto your bed. sitting you down on it was the perfect height for him to be eye-to-eye with you. ignores the way you fit between his legs, checking over you with little problems. you seem to be okay for the most part, your sniffling nose aside. taking your shoes off, one by one, and laying you down gently, watching as your head hit the mound of pillows. he thinks about covering you in your comforter but you're already laying on it.

fetching a blanket from the linen closet, he meets rosie's eyes and she's curious, but doesn't say anything. that's fine with him, he reasons, his focus remaining on you. wiping the slight sweat from your forehead, he tucks you in and turns the fan on in your room.

he turns to leave the room but you're calling out to him, throat probably in shreds right now, but still calling out for him. for him. his mind latches onto it, repeating the way you said his name and searing the sight of you trying to lift yourself up when you saw him leaving. he returns to your side, pushing on your shoulders and you give him a look.

"will you sleep with me?"

the very question catches him off-guard and though, under different circumstances he might be inclined to tease you for your phrasing, he finds himself hesitating, but doesn't take another second when you whisper a quiet please.

shucking his shoes off his feet, he crawls into the space next to you, giving you room to relax but you only squirm your way closer to him, throwing an arm around his ribcage, you lean your face into his shoulder. sure you're taking advantage of being sick to cuddle with someone you care about, but you can worry about your morals later.

he doesn't know how to breathe after you press yourself against his side, only closing his eyes and counting the number of times you breathe in as you slowly, but surely, fall asleep.

when you're asleep, he doesn't know if he should try to peel you off of him but even shifting to fix his pants, you tighten your arm around him, as if you were a cobra contracting to keep a meal from escaping and not a sick, college student.

but he stays anyways, deciding he won't say anything about the way you begin to sleep talk, the way you squirm in your sleep anyways without him moving, and he won't say anything about how he curls his arms around you, pulling you closer into him. he won't say anything about the kiss he presses into your hair, no, he'll leave that between these walls. just for today.

and when you begin to wake up hours later, you retreat to the bathroom slowly. he takes the moment to leave the room, finding a bag of cold medicine and cough drops on the table, and rosie nowhere to be found. and when you leave the restroom, you're met with a measured-out cap of syrup and a hand with two cough drops. you whine and ask, do you have to?

he gets sick not two days after this.

"unless you want to continue to be sick, then yes." he says, putting a metaphorical foot down.

"if that means you'll stay, then why should i get better?" you chuckle humorlessly, tipping the cap back and swallowing it down with much effort. you don't see the way he's locked up in his bones, face reddening even moreso. taking the two cough drops into your own hand, you hand the cap back to him and head back to your room.

he finds you curling up in your blanket again, and hesitates in the doorway.

but you call out to him, not seeing he's there, asking what's taking so long. with that, he shrugs the sweater off of him, fixes the t-shirt that was beneath it, and gets into the bed with little trouble. it's not even a minute before you're against his side again. he holds you close, relishing in the way you feel so soft in his arms and the slight perfume from the shampoo in your shower routine.

#🌟 sparkle anon #sparkle anon #anon asks #wipes answers #au: college #au: sick #c: simpbur #simpbur

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