"i got you" - bakugou
summary: life is shit. but there's bakugou
word count: 1k
warnings: swearing, emotions (ew), angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, self-deprecating thoughts, rough head-space, mental health issues (?), pre-established relationship
a/n: self-indulgent late night drabble bc i am so tired. in need of editing, which will be done later. i just needed this right now.
a/n 2.0: edited!
hope you enjoy it <3
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i could feel it getting worse again.
the slow pull of life weighing me down as the days went by. it started with not feeling as hungry as i normally would- and i was a foodie, so that was a huge red flag. of course, me being me, i ignored it, excusing that feeling for feeling full from previous meals. then it progressed into me not enjoying my everyday hobbies, like drawing and reading. and now it has gotten really bad, because i was unable to summon the energy to do simple daily tasks, like getting out of bed.
i was slipping.
lying down with my head on my pillow, i stared up at the ceiling, my mind blank.
why did i come up here again?
i didn't know.
i didn't know anything anymore.
what the hell was i doing?
shaking my head, trying to get my thoughts in order, i forced myself to focus. to pay attention to the colour of the ceiling. to acknowledge how soft my bed was beneath me. to breathe.
since when was that so hard?
my phone rang from somewhere beside me, but i ignored it. i had no wish to reach over to grab it, just to entertain whoever was on the other end of the line.
hell, i couldn't even entertain myself anymore.
but it rang again.
and then again.
and again.
groaning, i rolled over and snatched it up from the folds in my sheets, only to put it on silent and shove it away from me.
finally.
falling back onto my pillow, i let out a heavy exhale, feeling my back press into the mattress beneath me. my chest rose and fell in time with my deep breaths, and i closed my eyes.
oh right. i was trying to go to sleep.
letting out a harsh laugh that lacked true amusement to an empty room, i turned onto my side, placing my hand under my cheek
this week had been hell.
my parents had been chewing me out for something stupid that i'd done a week ago. i had no clue what it was, probably something i said when i wasn't paying attention.
you never pay attention.
my teacher was on my ass about getting an oral presentation done, even though she knew i had some form of anxiety when it came to public speaking.
you can't even talk to people properly? pathetic.
and worst of all, i had been slacking in hero training these few days. it was clear the lack of food, sleep and overall energy was catching up to me.
useless.
gritting my teeth, i closed my eyes in an attempt to get rid of the constant stream of self-deprecating thoughts in my head.
if i really tried, maybe i could get better.
if i wanted it bad enough, i could be happy again.
could i?
because i was just so tired.
so fucking tired.
of everything.
sleeping for the rest of my life sounds nice.
a knock at my window jolted me upright, my vision blurring for a split second due to the sudden movement. i spun toward the noise, only to see a spiky-haired blonde crouched on my windowsill, glaring at me through the glass with angry red eyes.
shit. what's he doing here?
bakugou kept glaring at me, his gaze practically screaming all the things he would do to me if i didn't open the fucking window. reluctantly, i forced myself to my feet, swaying a little as i walked over to open the window.
"to what do i owe the pleasure?" i asked, putting on a teasing tone.
bakugou saw right through it.
"cut it out and let me in," he grumbled as he jumped down from the ledge and into my room. "you let yourself in" i muttered, but shut the window behind him nonetheless.
"why did you ignore my calls?" he asked, the irritation he was feeling making itself known through his voice.
"i was sleeping" i said, the lie coming easily. or trying to.
he rolled his eyes, turning away from me, but stopped short. he took one look around my room, assessing the messy bed, my training clothes dumped unceremoniously on the floor, and my homework spread out haphazardly on my desk, and before turning to me.
surprisingly, his gaze was soft, prior annoyance forgotten.
"what the fuck is going on?" he asked quietly.
and it was those words that undid me.
i felt everything i'd been pushing down come rushing up, and i only managed to take two steps towards my bed before collapsing to the floor.
bakugou caught me before i hit the ground.
"oi, oi" he breathed, his arms wrapped around my upper body in an attempt to keep me upright- "what the fuck happened?"
i buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling the scent of slightly burned caramel that seemed to follow him wherever he went, and felt tears beginning to stream down my face.
i was crying. great.
he guided me to sit on the bed, before leaning back against the headboard with me. without question, he pulled the covers over the both of us, before holding me close, and letting me cry.
the silence in my room was almost deafening, save for my muffled sniffling due to his black tank top. i could feel his biceps under my arms, and his chest firm against my hands.
screw him for having his muscles out at this ungodly hour.
"you know," he said after a while, "you could have told me. i would have come here long before it got like this."
trying hard not to hiccup, i shook my head from where i lay on his chest. "no, i-"
"don't be stubborn with me" bakugou groused, before shifting so he could look down at me, "you wouldn't be bothering me or some shit."
i stared up at him, before turning away.
"i'm sorry."
"shut it. the fuck you sorry for? i got you, alright."
and despite everything, i let myself smile just a little.
"i love you" i whispered.
there was a moment of silence, before he hugged me to his chest and placed a soft kiss to the top of my head.
"i love you too, y/n."
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🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train.
Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.
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You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . .
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you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat.
the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand.
Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish.
except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-
“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!”
“Brawl?! Kacchan,”
boom.
“ this is supposed to be routine sparing!”
whoosh.
“Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!”
Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.
Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.
you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part!
Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky.
eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose.
The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship.
the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax!
You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand.
“you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.”
you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right.
“Fine. What do you two want?”
“well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki.
you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.”
“Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.
you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki.
A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed.
A boyish grin spread across both of their faces.
“Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“
“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected.
“-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.”
Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.”
your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real.
You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.”
“and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?”
Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“
Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?”
Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!”
“ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“
That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . .
you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”
He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.”
Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys.
“No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold.
“I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped.
An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee.
Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”
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Recently I had someone piss me off about this very topic, so to get it out of my head it’s going here. Hi, welcome to the not well put together metas. Use this evidence how you please, but don’t harass anyone. Arguments are not owed to anyone. You can simply walk away if you don’t want to have it. And put your time into better things! Like this! A creative output! Go on, do ittt!!!! Make the negatives into something positive.
Tw for mentions of suicide.
In one of the very first scenes of this show, we see our wonderful, amazing, insecure, and downright unbearable to some degree, Bakugou Katsuki. He’s arrogant and most people think that this first action he ever does is irredeemable. Because telling someone to take a swan dive off of a roof so that he doesn’t try to get into UA (bc Katsuki knows that Izuku would find a way) is a really fucking shitty action and irredeemable.
This belief is true to a degree. But let’s establish a few points that are given to us. 1, this is out of character for Katsuki. The bullying no, but the extent of his bullying, yes. As pointed out here.
(Sorry for bad quality I wanted to get the official translation so I used my irl copy)
“You went too far today” aka “you went too far compared to what is the norm”. It’s not what he would usually do.
2, lip service. As stated on the can when he says this, it’s a tongue and cheek to Katsuki’s true beliefs. He doesn’t actually want Izuku to kill himself, nor does he believe it is Izuku’s fault. He is well aware of the severity of his actions the moment he makes them. The point of this scene is not to excuse his actions but to explain why he did them.
3, insecurity. The why of this scene. It’s a facade. Not what he truly believes.
But that’s the great part about his development; there is no justification. He just did it and it was bad. That’s honestly why I hate a lot of bullies in media. It’s always that they had a bad family life, or they were forced to, or they were protecting the mc. It’s never that they were a shitty fucking kid who was insecure. Now THATS the most realistic explanation. Part of the reason for why this is so common in media is because of how hard it is to do correctly. Mha does it in a phenomenal way. Katsuki never changes his personality, even when he gets his character development. He’s mellowed out a bit sure, but he’s still him. Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki. The kid who yells at people when they tease him, the kid that still says “DIE” in every situation in heroics. He even made sure he kept most of his hero name. He didn’t just make it “dynamite”, he made it “lord explosion murder god dynamite”. He’s still himself.
The excuse will never appear. This is actually what a lot of bakugou/bkdk stans get wrong: there will never be an explanation passed what was given. Because it’s not needed to tell the narrative. No matter how many fanfics you write about it, or how many hc’s you add to it. In canon it will always remain this. Bakugou Katsuki did a shitty act, understood what he did was wrong, got passed their mis communications, did everything in his power to make up for it, and apologized for his actions. Standing side by side with Izuku. Your most important actions will always be what you do in the present over what you did in the past.
And my last point, which is just me putting this into perspective, but… you think that toga is more redeemable than him? What? Or Zuko? Hell, even fucking uncle Iroh. Name me a character that YOU think deserved their redemption arc. Was killing people or attempting to kill people better morally than telling someone to kill themself? You seriously BELIEVE THAT???
Face it. The reason why he is so hated for this scene is because of projection. Projecting him as a villain in dekus story. Someone for him to surpass and leave in the dirt. I fully understand WHY it’s so common, but if you’re gonna pick a fight, at least fucking get past the projection bit. He’s relatable, I get that. Fully understand that. Doesn’t make picking fights with people who disagree with you out of nowhere and unprompted any less bad.
(Also sorry for not posting for days, I’m back and there’s more stuff coming soon but for now, this is what you get lol. It’s my page and I can do what I want sibdodnd)
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