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The audacity, but yeah, he definitely would.

sassy & half deaf bakugou who refuses to put on his hearing aids and closes his eyes so he can’t see your signing when you two bicker

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"K', new situation"

The remote was out of your reach because you kept pausing the shows, and Katsuki had enough of watching every episode like there was a connection problem.

"Hit me," he said, resting his head on the wall of your dorm.

It became a habit that you and him watched shows together at your dorm, every Thursday night, no excuse. Last week, you started watching "Queen Charlotte," and even though Katsuki didn't want to watch the show, you convinced him to give it a chance, and now, he was the one who didn't want you to pause it.

"What if...-no, no, ok, let me start over." You tripped on your questions, and Katsuki found it adorable. "Imagine this, you are royalty and someone with more power than you, force you to marry someone you don't know...are you following me?" You paused at his quizzed face.

"Yeah, I am," he simply answered.

"So they force you to marry someone you don't know and you have no interest in. What would you do?"

"Mm, I would probably cheat on her multiple times, make her so unhappy, and be a dick of a husband," he side eyed you while answering because he couldn't get his eyes off of the screen and because he wanted to watch you freaking out at his answer. He could do both.

"Are you serious?" You couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. "Jesus, Katsuki, what an asshole"

You stomped to his body and reached the remote to put the show on pause.

"Not again. Why do you do this to me?" He whined. He was getting upset, but you were more upset because he wasn't taking serious the situation game.

"Why are you like that? Don't you think that maybe an arrangement marriage is the perfect occasion to find true love? You obviously skipped a step, but now you have all the time in the world to know a person, the details, the way they like their tea in the morning, the things that make them upset. I think it's lovely and romantic. " You day dreamed, and Katsuki couldn't bear the fact that you and him were so different. He liked it, finding a way to make opposites attract situations happened in his life.

"I think it's opposite ends. There's only two ways to go. It's extremely good or extremely bad"

"Yeah, you're right," you gave in. He was the one who didn't believe in love after all. You've had multiple boyfriends in the span of two years, always falling for the jerks, like Katsuki always said, but you never denied the opportunity of starting over. You put the show again and sank on your spot.

Your quietness made Katsuki uncomfortable. You spent the rest of the episode without pusing the show, not for situation game or going to pee and that was very weird of you.

Before the next episode started, Katsuki himself paused it.

"You didn't like what I said," he stated looking at you.

You were dissociating, actually, you weren't mad at him, you were just thinking about him, about how you were feeling towards his feelings, you were upset because you knew that If you had feelings for him (that you already had) he wouldn't give himself a chance with you and you would be head over heels for him, making the situation unfair to you and your feelings. What you were thinking wasn't any close to the situation that you gave him. It wasn't something settled between you and him. It was more about his vision of love, the opposite ends example.

"No, it's not that it's just -" you sighed. You didn't want to make things awkward between Katsuki and you. You found a steady ground where you could enjoy each other's company without making it any weird. "I don't know, Bakugo."

He seemed astonished.

"Mm, last name basis now, huh? Must be something serious. " he moved from his seat to put his figure in front of you. "Use your words, I know you can fucking talk"

Sometimes, he called yourself for eating his ear off because you couldn't shut up. He was trying to make you feel comfortable with him again.

"See, it's just... I'm feeling kinda worried about you because I've never seen you with someone else. I want you to find love, to be happy, to face love, and dare to take a chance on someone, you know? And maybe I'm misunderstanding things here, and you don't want any of that. " You stumble through your words, taking his face in. He looked like he was thinking, but his eyes were analyzing your face like it was the first time he ever saw you. "I don't want you to think that I'm pitying you -"

"I do want to experience love," he said, glancing briefly to your lips and then your eyes. "And maybe I'm just waiting for the right one," he muttered, getting closer to you.

You were stoic in your place. Thoughts running in your head, the gears in your brain trying to figure what was happening and if it was just a dream. Maybe you were just imagining things, and now you feared to take the wrong step.

"You do?" You asked, feeling his presence in your space asking whatever came to your mind so you could have more time to think about this situation.

"Yeah, but she keeps dating assholes"

He grinned a little, trying to give away the slightest clue about his feeling but the exact amount of it so you could realize what he was saying.

For his own luck, you were pretty clever sometimes.

"Well, maybe, no one ever showed her better." You squeezed yourself between his legs while he was still sitting with his legs crossed. He parted his legs at your movement and grabbed your waist to keep you close. "I dated assholes because you were too busy demonstrating you didn't care when I dated them"

"Is that so?" He asked humming.

"Yeap," you nodded like a child, playing with your hands in your lap, concentrating in them.

"I'm sorry for not interrupting sooner," he moved his head to his side, trying to catch your eyes.

"You better be," you told him, giggling. It was an unexplored field. You were distracting yourself for the upcoming event.

"We haven't even kissed yet, and you already have an attitude with me? Get a fucking grip" he joked while taking your hands apart.

"Jeez, you should check yourself and look for the stick that's up in your asshole. You are so dense sometimes. "

You pushed him slightly, and he tugged your hands against his chest, caging you without any escape routes.

"Just shut the fuck up"

Without any warning, he crashed his lips against yours with feverish force. His grip in your hands fell so he could touch every part of your body thoroughly. Your arms clinged behind his back, closing the gap between the two of you. Your fingers touched the nape of his neck, tugging his hair every time he bit your lips.

You two were out of air, so you were forced to step back a little. His nose touched yours, and he gave you soft pecks in your lips before opening his mouth.

"No more dating assholes" he warned.

"Mmhm," you nodded, biting your lip. "You better stop acting like one then"

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Bakugo having a girlfriend who's a kindergarten teacher is something that scratches my brain.

He loves helping you with all the crafts you make. Cutting shapes? He's on it. He has to glue something? He already has the glue gun plugged. What about decorating the birthday balloon for your kids' birthdays? He's ready to put his hands on glitter to sprinkle all over your dinner table.

Most of his free time, he's buying supplies for you to have in your shared home so you can go nuts about it and explore all your creativity.

He even prefers spending his time making all these crafts with you rather than going out with his friends, and sometimes he even tricks his own friends into helping you by telling them that he will hangout with them only if it's in his place and then they fall directly into the trap.

Oh, and as a bonus, let's not forget to mention that your little students go crazy every time you tell them that pro hero Dynamight helped you to make activities for them.

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Katsuki is the type of boyfriend that would definitely liquate or hide the veggies you don't like in your food without telling you, so you eat them anyway.

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"I just hope that one day, we both can laugh about it, when it's not in our face, won't have to dance around it. Don't drive yourself insane. It won't always be this way" - Skin. Sabrina Carpenter (quote inspo)

Bakugo knew nothing about love. Well, that's what you thought when you first met him.

At the tender age of six years old, he had this habit of pulling you by your arm to drag you around when he wanted to show you something, his little fingers leaving marks in your skin.

When you were ten years old, he started putting his feet in your way so you would stumble and sometimes kiss the floor while he parted himself from laughter.

In the beginning of teenagers' age, thirteen, he used to put his arm on top of your head to make fun of you because he was actually getting tall while you were stuck in your pre-adolescence height.

At sixteen, he ghosted you.

Yep, that's what you read. He ghosted you because he felt this funny feeling growing in his tummy every time he saw you.

Katsuki never knew about love. You thought crying in your dorm because your best friend wasn't acting like your best friend anymore.

You actually believed it.

It all began when you two got into UA. He was excited, having someone to actually compete with? You learned a lot from him (almost against your own will), but after a few years, he considered you a fair opponent.

The feeling inside his guts happened instantly. One day, both of you were returning home from classes, in the train he was behind you, protecting you from all the people that were squeezing into their spots. A baby caught your attention immediately. She was smiling at you, and you couldn't help but make her faces, smile, and bat your eyes at that little baby, gaining a few giggles in return.

Katsuki found that amusing.

He started to see you with other eyes. Helpless eyes. That feeling that woke up one day to another got him desperate, pacing around, fighting with his own thoughts in a manic state.

He had never felt that before. He knew nothing about love.

So he did what he knew best. Ignore.

But we all know him, he isn't the kind of guy who can just let something (someone in this case) go...

He watches you from afar. He has studied your antics, your movements, how you express yourself with other people, with your classmates, with the teachers. He learned about you just by observing and now he could easily read you.

A few days later, you came down from your dorm with puffy eyes. He knew something was off. No one noticed because you made a pretty good job hiding it behind makeup, but he could tell, and he was about to figure out what happened.

You were preparing your breakfast. Something quiet shitty, Bakugo thought, but it wasn't his priority in that moment.

"What's wrong?" He asked directly.

He hasn't talked to you in months, so you were impressed that he decided to share space and air with you, let alone ask something so private.

"What do you care?" No one could blame you for your response. The bastard has ignored you after spending every day with you since you both were six years old. You didn't need his sympathy.

"I care," he said, leaning in the kitchen table, looking at your eyes. They were red and swollen but beautiful too. He had forgotten how you looked like up close. The butterflies in his stomach woke up instantly, but he didn't fight them this time.

"I'm not having a good week, that's all" you explained pouring some artificial cereal on your bowl.

He took that from you and exchanged for granola and oatmeal.

"I hate seeing your face like that. After class, I'm taking you to that ice cream shop you like, " he said nonchalantly like it wasn't one of the biggest gestures that he had done since you came to UA.

You couldn't help but smile. Maybe you could fix your relationship after all.

"It's winter, Katsuki," you stated, testing boundaries.

"Yeah, as if that had stopped you before" he rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead.

In the end, after he grabbed you by the arm and tossed you all the way to the ice cream shop, you came with the conclusion that Bakugo Katsuki knew about love in his own way and you were more than ready to explore that path alongside him.

[sweetnans]

I set myself on fire to keep you warm.

Pairing: f. reader/Bakugo Katsuki.

tw: mention of break up, mention of violence but not described because bakugo isn't a bad boy, soft and persistent bakugo. SMUT +18 minors don't interact. (Soft sex)

a/c: the end of this trilogy, I hope you liked it 💕

Part 1

Part 2

After the party, you didn't see him for a while. At least two weeks. A group of villains attacked his quadrant for a week straight unfolding in pairs each day. Even Shoto, your new partner, had to change teams and do a backup job.

The truth was that you were dying to know about him, and that felt wrong.

Friday came quickly, and so your day off. You were parking outside of your house, bringing the grocery bag with you and some little things you found that could work with your new home decoration. You even bought flowers for your new vessel.

Quickly, you turned the tv on, not expecting to see Bakugo in action, defeating a giant villain on the screen. The scenery was already controlled by the pros, Deku, Chargerbolt, and Cellophane were there, working as a team.

You changed the channel looking for a reality show, something that didn't remind you of your ex and everything that occupied your mind since the last time you saw him, like calling him, for example.

Silly girl knows better, right? But, what if he was hurt?

You shook your head and poured a glass of wine in a cup. That glass of wine turned in two, and when you noticed what was happening the bottle was already empty.

You scrolled through your socials, the guys were headline in almost every page, even the group chat of endeavor agency made a special shout out to them, filling your phone with photos of him in high definition.

You: I think I'm going to do something I might regret.

You waited for the response from Mina but nothing happened. You could blame her later for what was about to happen.

His contact was opened on your screen, the green button functioning as a magnet to your fingers. What was the harm in calling him? You could just ask about the fight, professionally purpose only, to gather techniques. After all, you were a little rusty in battle combat.

You were just making excuses not to feel like a shitty person. You needed to get your head clear but right now you were about to cry. Damn, you missed the bastard.

That was the hint you needed to press the button.

It ringed, one, two, three times.

"Hello?" He asked, agitated.

You felt nostalgic. After every big fight, he liked to steam some stamina off. To cool it down, like he used to say.

"If this a fucking prank you'll hear from me, I'll blast your shitty ass to-

"Hey," your voice sounded light.

You could hear how he dropped the weight he was lifting.

"Is that you?" He murmured, not believing. Maybe it was a prank from one of his friends. No, they would never do that to him. They feared him enough.

"Mmhm," you nodded even if he couldn't see you.

Silence flowed in the line. It was awkward, but not in the bad way. It was awkward for Bakugo, at least, because he never expected to be you when to phone rang. He knew that he had to be the one trying, but right now, after the party, after the fight, he was just taking his time to think about his next step.

"Are you drunk?" He asked straightforwardly.

"What? No!" You tried to defend yourself, but the uncommon pitch in your tone gave you away.

"You sound like it." You could feel his smug smile appearing on his face.

"I'm not gonna lie. I had this bottle of wine, and it just poofed itself out of existence, " you sighed. You were tipsy, but you knew exactly what you were doing.

He barked a laugh. A real one. The kind of laugh that made you feel it inside your bones. The kind of laugh that you missed for an entire year.

"It seems to me that you just chugged the bottle all by yourself." The tone in his voice was playful and his mind started to get those memories where you used to call him everytime you went out with your friends, finding a way to leave your friends alone and sneak to the bathroom or some place quiet just to hear his voice and tell him to pick you up earlier.

"How do you know that I'm by myself?"

The question made him shake his head.

"If you were with Mina or with somebody else, you wouldn't have called." He was probably right, you thought to yourself, Mina would've melted your phone down with acid before you even thought of calling your ex.

He liked the way that conversation flowed. With you, the talking about everything, the expressing, the feeling, everything was so easy for him. He felt nostalgic and eager to win you back. He needed this in his life, and he needed you.

"For the record, I warned Mina that I was going to do something stupid"

"Do you think this is stupid?" He pried for your answer. The moments you were taking to answer something so simple got him on the edge of the gym bench. "No bullshit, okay? Because I don't think this is stupid at all"

You closed your eyes for an instant, trying to think aside from the alcohol boost. You needed to get your mind clear because you had this idea in your mind, but once the idea left your mind, it was over for you and for him. In a good way.

"Why don't you pick up your stuff and come home already?"

...

To say that it took him ten minutes to arrive at your house is just an exaggeration. He made it in seven when most people took at least twenty. You were waiting for him in the front porch, the same porch that he paced over and over the first time he saw you in a year. You were standing there, with your arms crossed in front of your chest because the night was cold, but, you wanted to be there to see him, to wait for him, and to feel the excitement that was seeing him after a long day or in this case, week.

He saw your figure from his car. The tinted glass did him a favor. He was sweating. He couldn't stop rubbing his hands in his pants to ease the feeling of wetness and couldn't stop looking at you while doing it. Bakugo realized that he was taking much time regulating himself so he turned off the car and breathed three times to try to calm his heartbeat. It didn't work. He never had been that pented up about something, not an interview, not even a fight, but now his heart was about to explode.

You waved your hand at the sight of him. He didn't reciprocated but instead, he stomped to your front yard, opening the small gate that led to your garden. He climbed one step and the other so his face would be at the same level from your face.

"Hi," you said again, smiling fondly. God, you've missed him.

"Hey princess," he used the same petname that he has called you since he met you.

"Do you want to come in? Or should I go for myself so you can stay and find my spare key and use it? " You asked jokingly. He rolled his eyes but smiled a bit. "I swear that it's in a better spot, I hid it so well this time, you'll never going to find it"

"I bet you bought those fake ass rocks online and put it underneath it"

He knew you like the palm of his hand. You looked shocked, but he was just smug about it. Bakugo found it cute how you could be so naive with your antics and how he could easily read you even in the most idiotic things.

"Fuck, it's always so hard with you. Not my fault that you have such a big brain. " You flicked his forehead, and he was quickly to take your hand in his.

"Not my fault you don't even try"

That was sort of a deja vù. You used to fight on and on when you were in UA. Aizawa sensei loved putting you and him in spare combat that mostly ended up in the both of you yelling at each other. That line was one that you two used the most when he got you pinned down to the floor mat.

You laced your fingers with his fingers and led him inside your house. The TV was on, replaying one of your favorite episodes from your comfort series. He could recite the complete episode without missing a word because he was there every time you put it on his tv.

"You are watching this crap again?" He said mockingly.

"It's a classic, and I needed to do all the things I usually do when I have a bad idea in mind in order to keep it out, but right now, the bad idea is standing right in front of me" you stuck your tongue out and he pinched your nose a little giving you a peak of his soft side.

The vibe was thrilling. It felt like static vibrating his and your heart. You could feel his presence in your skin, aching for his touch, and he could feel your delicacy and love, always wearing your heart upon your sleeve.

"I'm going to make you some food so you can worn the booze off," he walked like he owned the place and moved around your kitchen gracefully, knowing exactly where you placed all the pots and ingredients.

The mere fact that he was there, like old times, made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The domestic treat of him taking care of you never got old in your senses. You had your moment, running away after the argument and the bad mental time that you were having because of lack of reasoning, then you completely ghosted him, trying to put in the past six years like he was nothing. And there he was, acting like nothing ever happened.

"These are very rare. Where did you get them?" He asked, lifting one of the ingredients and taking you out of your dissociation.

"Mhm, I don't remember," you told him, sparing a glance to the object. You walked towards him until you were by his side.

"What?" He said, contemplating your gaze.

You softened your face, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Alcohol made you emotional.

"I'm so sorry," you told him.

His body was stiff, like a rock, but his emotions were blossoming in his face. He turned off the stove and passed his right arm behind your neck, pulling you to his broad chest. He took the chance that you weren't seeing him to give himaself out, exposing every feeling and every thought he had been running in his mind for the past year.

"I'm sorry too, baby," he murmured in your head. "I was supposed to be by your side, and I failed, I was a bad excuse of a boyfriend"

"I should've never abandoned you," you cried.

"I wasn't the one you deserved," he explained. "Right now, I know I am, fuck, I would even set myself on fire to keep you warm, to keep you by my side, to make you happy"

Your tears stained his shirt, leaving marks all over his pecs. He placed gentle kisses in your hair, soothing every regret and remorse out of your system.

You pulled yourself out of his embrace to look at him in the eyes.

"I never stopped loving you," you whispered.

He looked at you like you were his dreams come true. His eyes were glossy, wandering every inch of your face, looking for maybe a mistake, for you backing out of what you just said, but he didn't find a trace of guilt. You were genuine.

He couldn't keep it anymore.

His lips graced yours carefully, waiting for you to flinch or for a reaction so he could stop, but once again, you were eager too, you wanted him in every possible way.

Your lips smashed together, tearing apart all your armors. His lips graced yours, and his tongue made his way to your lips, tracing patterns until you opened for free access. He was desperate to taste you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him closely, and then moved your hand to his neck, tugging the baby hairs of the nape of his neck.

"I like your new hairstyle" you mentioned in between sloppy kisses.

"Yeah?" He asked lost in you.

"It's different, shorter in the sides, you look pretty hot," you giggled when his smug smile crashed in your lips. "Don't let that compliment get over your head please"

"Oh, it's already there," he said, grabbing your thighs with one hand and tapping your lower back for you to jump.

You jumped, and he catched you without any effort, putting you on the kitchen table. Even with that boost of inches, you were just the same height as him, looking him straight in the eyes. His mouth was swollen and red, and your lipstick smuged in his lips. Before you could wipe it off, his lips found your neck, and he started kissing and nipping.

"Oh my, Katsuki," you moaned, he grunted at the sense that you were not able to control yourself anymore.

"Damn baby, I don't how I lived without you like this"

You locked your legs on his lower back, leaving him against your core, making you feel the heartbeat of your two members pulsing against each other.

His dick was already twitching in his pants and you were wet just for a few kisses. The time apart made its job. You weren't sure if you could take much time without feeling him completely inside of you.

"Baby" you panted. "I need you, like right now"

He always liked you when you mouthed your desires. It wasn't so common of you, so when it happened, it pented him up even more.

Beneath all the anger and sadness that he felt because of you leaving him, it was this Katsuki, the one who was like a kid with you, the one that could forgive you for everything you do knowing that you wouldn't do anything to hurt him. If you were right here with him, that was enough for him to put all his trust with you again.

You wouldn't leave him either.

Katsuki could feel you writhing against his body. After your plead, he detached his lips out of your neck and moved his hands to undone his pants first, taking all the breath of your lungs because the sight of his cock.

"Shit," you murmured to yourself, but his side smile made you notice that he heard that too.

Without any words, he grabbed your waist to pull you more to the edge of the kitchen table, positioning you to make you two more comfortable. After that, he decided that it was better for the two of you to take you on the kitchen stool, so he grabbed your ass and, without even thinking of it, nor even warning you, he took you and left you sitting in front of him.

"Are you sure?" His voice low ringed in your ears. You didn't want anyone but him. You nodded, allowing him to take off your pajamas shorts. "Open your legs," he demanded, and you obeyed.

In mere seconds, you were exposed to him. Glistening eyes wandered your body like it was sculptured by gods.

God damned him if he loses you again.

Putting his forehead against yours, he aligned himself in your entrance. He showered your nose with little pecks, trying to dissipate the growing but pleasant pain inside you.

"Fuck" you moaned against his lips and he swallowed all your pants like it was an elixir.

"You feel so good, baby," he muttered, buckling his hips into you.

He made it slow at first, but then, you could feel his balls slapping, putting the perfect amount of friction that you needed to be close to cloud nine. You were aching for him, following his pace to make it more delectable. He bit your shoulder to release some stamina and last a little longer, but he couldn't fool no one. His balls were tightened, trying to suppress the instinct to free his load inside you.

"I wont last long" he assured. "It's been a year"

His faint breath against your shoulder made you shiver.

"What? You didn't-"

"No. I tried, " He answered before you could even ask.

"Did you?"

You were curious. You couldn't blame yourself for wanting to know what did Katsuki in your year outside.

"I mean, I tried to date but never made it to the date part. Deku tried to set me up once, but I never showed"

That was kinda sad for the other person, waiting for him and getting nothing but an empty seat.

"I went out a few times, but I always ended up talking about you" you added in between pumps. "Even from a distance you cockblocked me"

He grunted low, almost devilish, like it was everything he ever wanted.

"That's what I needed to hear, that this little pussy is just f'me" he said in the shell of your ear giving you full of his length, filling you nicely and touching with the head of his dick your g-spot repeatedly.

"Shit, fuck, Katsuki-" you were out of breath. He was riding you nice and slowly. "Keep going, keep going, shit"

"Fucking, fuck god"

His seeds sprouted inside yourself, painting your walls with white stripes. Your core squeezing his cock in a way that got him almost gripping to the kitchen table.

You couldn't keep your thoughts in your mind while your orgasm crashed with his together in an instant. He grabbed you by the hair, pulling it back to leave you exposed to him. Panting against your neck, he closed the distance, giving you little kisses in your throat while caressing your thighs with his other hand, your legs trembling on each side of his body.

"A year is too much," you said, touching the locks oh his hair. He let go of your hair just to look at your eyes. You looked exactly how you looked when he fucked your brains out.

"From now on, you're not leaving my side if you want to go and find yourself, we'll find you together"

He was dead serious, but the look on his face made you extremely happy so you couldn't hide your smile.

"I don't need to find me anymore, I know exactly who I am and what I want," you said, trying to give him all sense of security back. He never doubted your words.

That night was his dream came true. You, half naked, against his chest in his big ass bed that he once thought it was too big for him alone, your legs intertwined with his, soft pants leaving your lips. You wouldn't go anywhere.

He knew that, eventually, you would be like this with him. He knew that he needed to be better for him and for you first. He knew that time would patch everything up and make you come back. He knew that this time, he would do everything in his hands to make you happy.

What he didn't know is that you were counting the days to make your way back to him.

He was absorbed in his thoughts while you sleep soundly in his arms. Thinking about the future, to be better, thinking about the past, to not making the same mistakes. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, and also, he couldn't wait to rub the news to Deku and to make him feel like a loser for setting him up with a poor girl who never stood a single chance.

[sweetnans]

It's in the oven. I swear 😩 I've been rearranging everything, so this ends perfectly ✨️

That's not how this works.

Pairing: f.reader/bakugo katsuki.

tw: mention of break up, mention of violence but not described because bakugo isn't a bad boy, soft and persistent bakugo.

a/n: a three part sequence between you and this boy who's sorry about letting you go.

part 1

Your return to town was nothing you expected. On the first day you had Bakugo at your house professing his love to you, after a fucking year with no contact and not knowing anything about him.

After you left, you were debating on ghosting everyone you knew, even your friends, Mina and Kirishima because of him, or telling them you didn't want to know anything of him, you chose the latter.

They understood. They never mentioned him, and they never mentioned you in front of him, even if asked them how you were. They made a pact for you. They choose you over him. He could tell that he fucked up massively after their own friends denied telling him where you were or if you were settling fine.

He convinced himself that he deserved that.

The week passed without any inconvenience. You went to job interviews that were looking for someone with your profile. You were a hero, after all, and people needed heroes on the streets. In the year that you weren't in Japan, you learned other languages, so that helped you a lot to get a job in an instant.

After they called you to tell you that you were hired, you couldn't keep your content to yourself so you called your friends to tell them the news, they didn't answer right away but your phone rang after a few hour.

Mina called first. You told her the news about your job, and she told you that she was planning a party for you but she was just arranging the details.

Kirishima called in the afternoon to talk about the party, and he completely ruined the surprise by telling you everything Mina told him no to tell you.

And then he asked you.

"Is it okay if Bakugo goes to the party? I haven't invited him, so it's okay if you tell me -"

You interrupted right away.

"It's okay, don't worry" you lied

You didn't tell any of them what happened the other night. You wanted everything as normal as possible, and you knew yourself. You could be civil around him, and you knew Bakugo, too. After he spilled his emotions about you, he would mostly ignore you for breaking his ego.

Your friends, Mina and Kirishima, threw a party in your honor. Basically, it was because you made your way back to them, and they have missed you and for your new job. That was the excuse to get drunk, at least this time.

You thought the party would be less crowded, but everyone from the class 1-A had made it. Everyone was super nice to you, stopping to chat about your trip. You told them everything venting the good and the bad and told them about the people you met and how friendly everyone was.

"Oh please, you talk like you are going to abandon us," Mina said, clinging to your arm. She was quiet tipsy.

"I won't, I promise," you told her, squeezing her arm.

She smiled at you and then her smile fainted.

"Here comes trouble." she downed her glass and rolled her eyes to make her way out of the scene.

You looked at Kirishima, who made his way to you with Bakugo. He wore a black shit tucked in his black pants. He looked extremely hot. You couldn't lie to yourself.

"So she still mad at me," Kirishima stated, following Mina with his eyes.

"What did you do to her?" You asked kissing his cheek and then Bakugo's, greeting them. You haven't seen them at the party before.

"Me," Bakugo talked, trying to hide his smile.

"What?" You asked, confused. "Did I miss something?"

"Ew no." Kirishima made a gag. "I didn't do him, I invited him, Mina didn't want him to come because of you but I told her that you said it was fine"

It was weird talking about Bakugo with him standing right in front of you. You just shrugged and sipped your long cocktail.

You excused yourself and went to talk with the others.

"I heard that you got a Job in my father's agency" Todoroki said with a smile when you approached.

"Yeah, I didn't use the 'I'm friends with your son' card tho" you said, laughing. For your surprise, that made him laugh, too.

"It's okay, I'm the one that receives the possible resumes," he answered nonchalantly.

"So it was you," you said, grinning. "Jeez, one day you think you're enough, and the other you're crashed by reality itself," you joked.

"Don't do that. Your resume was above the others for many reasons"

You leaned into the wall, taking him in. He was cute in a friendly way. He never understood sarcasm. That was something that made him different from Bakugo, Bakugo spoke sarcasm, dripped sarcasm, and breathed sarcasm. He was pretty straightforward with everything that came into his mind, but he had his ways of speaking it.

"Of course her resume was above others she's fucking awesome"

A voice, louder, made its way from your back. Bakugo was right in your back, putting his hand above your shoulder to mark his presence.

"I didn't know that you two-" Todoroki tried to read the room.

"Oh no we don't" you anticipated.

His hand on your shoulder made a subtle flinch at your words. You could smell the booze emanated from Bakugo's figure. He was already drunk.

"That's exactly why I came to talk to you, princess," he said, putting himself behind you and tugging his fingers to your wrist.

"Excuse me, Sho," you said, giving him a side glance while letting you get guided by Bakugo.

He walked you to the main room. It was Mina's room. You couldn't miss the familiarity that the place gave to you, many sleepovers, many drunken nights spent there and the hungover the next day.

"What happened?" You asked. Pleading memory loss, like he wasn't in your home days prior, begging you to come back to him.

"You happened, talking to fucking half n' half" you rolled your eyes at his statement pinching your nose. Here we go again.

"For what I recall, I'm pretty fucking allowed to talk to anyone I want, you're not the boss of me" you said trying not to ruin your mood. You still wanted to catch up with all your classmates.

"You know what I mean. I know you, how you were looking at him"

"I was looking at him the same way I look at everybody," you explained. "Why are you doing this? Why right now?"

"I'm doing this because I know you still feel it," he almost screamed at you like he was desperate for you to react. He didn't know that you were doing everything to push away, trying against the feeling that emerged the other night.

He was in a drunken state, but his eyes were telling you that he knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn't a drunken haze where you spurred words meaningless. It was the opposite.

"You can't do that," you pointed to his chest. The first time you touched him in a year. You felt electricity running through your spine. You couldn't quite pin the feeling, but it was exactly what you felt when you touched him every day for almost six years.

"Do what? Realize that I was a fucking asshole for letting you go and wanting you back to demonstrate you that I'm better? That I'm different? That I'm going to love you the way you always deserved?"

He took your hands in his. Looking at you with dilated pupils. His breath was a mere inch from your face. Whisky, mint and caramel. He was sweating.

"You can't say that" you closed your eyes in pain. "You never called" you whispered.

"I know, I know," he repeated with his voice hoarse. "I messed up"

You leaned your forehead to him. He was contouring himself to be at your height. You sighed, and he did the same. It was pretty intimate.

"Remember when we say forever? I mean it now, " he said. Your nose touching his.

"Stop reminding me what we said. This is hurting me more than I thought it will hurt." You let out, embracing him slightly. You missed the proximity. You missed his smell, his antics, his humor, his ways of telling you that he loved you, but you were still afraid of him spatting and messing with your head all over again.

"I'll stop the hurting," he closed his eyes.

You'll give it a go. Maybe he was right. You could just give yourself to the feeling. You wanted him, you missed him and he felt exactly the same, maybe it was the right thing to do. Maybe you should just seal your lips and kiss him the way that you wanted to for a year.

Just an inch for your lips to be touching, his hands made their way to your neck, putting you close to him and with no escape. He put a lock of your hair behind your ear, focused completely on the task, and then he examined your face looking for hesitation in your face. There was none.

He smiled, his signature grinned smile, lips ready to smash at yours, sealing the deal. You could feel your heartbeat against his chest.

A loud knock in the door made you back from his grip, losing every step you walked. His face twisted at your maneuver.

"Guys, we are going to do Karaoke. The rules are simple, for every time you messed up a word, you have to take a shot," Kaminari said, clearly tipsy against the door. His voice sounded muffled.

Bakugo stomped to the door, and when he opened it, Kaminari nearly fell at his feet.

"Bakubro! We thought you were at your house by-" he noted that you were just behind the man that was about to howitzer his friend into the next dimension. "Oh"

"It's okay," you hurried. "I'm going to the bathroom, excuse me, I'm about to piss myself"

You took your cocktail and made your way out, ignoring the fuming blonde that tried to reach for you to stop and end what he began.

By the time you had splashed water to your face, fixed your clothes, and went back to the karaoke thing, he was nowhere to be seen.

He just bailed, like he always did.

Part 3? let me know :)

[sweetnans]

𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

✿ fluff // ✩ comfort // ✶ angst // ♡ nsfw // ⇢  misc. 『 head canons & drabbles 』

✿ first time dad ✿ fluffy bf!bakugo headcanons ✿ valentine’s tradition w/ midoriya ✿ buying him presents ✿ jealous on valentine’s day ✩ surprise grief comfort ✩ kat stays with you in the hospital ✩ bakugo takes care of you ✶ coping with the accident pt.1 ✩ coping with the accident pt.2 ✩ a promise kept ✩ sweet nothings ✿ mha love letters series ✿ home sweet home ✿ carrying him to his dorm room ✿ a quiet life - kiribaku x reader ✿ right person, wrong time? ✩ enjoying the silence ✿ insisting he cooks for you ✶ deception ♡  bf!bakugo comforts you ♡  leaving on a mission ♡  returning from a mission ♡  getting caught on patrol ✿ a rainy day ✿ making him a birthday gift ♡  happy birthday katsuki! [4/20/24] ⇢  fortnight

♡ last updated; 05/07/24

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Girl, I literally read all your Bakugou works and I'm in love, you write him just right and I- 😩

Nah, I love you so much and your works are amazing, I just followed you cuz I won't let you leave me >:)

Kiss the wrinkles in your brain for me, pls ♡

Owwwwww baby 🥲 you are my very first question and I love you lots, you'll always have a place in my heart 💕 I'll keep writing him so don't worry, there's plenty of Bakugo for you

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Katsuki is a light sleeper. Don't get me wrong, he has the reflex of a hero. You can't blame him for that. But in the days that he comes home very tired, almost unable to get in the shower and put his pj on (change his boxers), he is described as a bear on wintering season. If you try to wake him up you'll probably fail.

In the other hand, you sleep soundly, the only problem that you got is that you need physical contact to not wake up during the night. That's an easy task with Katsuki, always having his hands on you.

But what happen when he is sleeping like a rock with his hands on himself? Thats when the problems begin. Well, for you.

"Kats" you whisper close his face. "Baby" you try again. Nothing, not even a grunt.

You touch his hair, then his face, then his arms, trying to wake him up so he can cuddle you again. Useless.

You check the clock in your bedside table. 3:02 am. Cursing under your breath you realize that you need to do something.

You know better than to try to wake him up. It was one thing or the other, he would wake up in a instant or not wake up at all. You were in the second situation.

Sitting in bed, you take his hand and his heavy arm with both of yours and lay it on your side of the bed, trying to place it in the spot that your neck would occupy. You relocate yourself in the position, giving him your back, and grab the other arm so he would hug you completely.

He grunt lowly, relocating his body next to yours, spooning you finally.

"You can't keep still, can you?" He murmur, placing a kiss on your shoulder and hiding his face into your neck.

To say that it took you 2 minutes to fall asleep would be an exaggeration.

[sweetnans]

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

[sweetnans]

Working on part 3 and the end of this 🔥

That's not how this works.

Pairing: f.reader/bakugo katsuki.

tw: mention of break up, mention of violence but not described because bakugo isn't a bad boy, soft and persistent bakugo.

a/n: a three part sequence between you and this boy who's sorry about letting you go.

part 1

Your return to town was nothing you expected. On the first day you had Bakugo at your house professing his love to you, after a fucking year with no contact and not knowing anything about him.

After you left, you were debating on ghosting everyone you knew, even your friends, Mina and Kirishima because of him, or telling them you didn't want to know anything of him, you chose the latter.

They understood. They never mentioned him, and they never mentioned you in front of him, even if asked them how you were. They made a pact for you. They choose you over him. He could tell that he fucked up massively after their own friends denied telling him where you were or if you were settling fine.

He convinced himself that he deserved that.

The week passed without any inconvenience. You went to job interviews that were looking for someone with your profile. You were a hero, after all, and people needed heroes on the streets. In the year that you weren't in Japan, you learned other languages, so that helped you a lot to get a job in an instant.

After they called you to tell you that you were hired, you couldn't keep your content to yourself so you called your friends to tell them the news, they didn't answer right away but your phone rang after a few hour.

Mina called first. You told her the news about your job, and she told you that she was planning a party for you but she was just arranging the details.

Kirishima called in the afternoon to talk about the party, and he completely ruined the surprise by telling you everything Mina told him no to tell you.

And then he asked you.

"Is it okay if Bakugo goes to the party? I haven't invited him, so it's okay if you tell me -"

You interrupted right away.

"It's okay, don't worry" you lied

You didn't tell any of them what happened the other night. You wanted everything as normal as possible, and you knew yourself. You could be civil around him, and you knew Bakugo, too. After he spilled his emotions about you, he would mostly ignore you for breaking his ego.

Your friends, Mina and Kirishima, threw a party in your honor. Basically, it was because you made your way back to them, and they have missed you and for your new job. That was the excuse to get drunk, at least this time.

You thought the party would be less crowded, but everyone from the class 1-A had made it. Everyone was super nice to you, stopping to chat about your trip. You told them everything venting the good and the bad and told them about the people you met and how friendly everyone was.

"Oh please, you talk like you are going to abandon us," Mina said, clinging to your arm. She was quiet tipsy.

"I won't, I promise," you told her, squeezing her arm.

She smiled at you and then her smile fainted.

"Here comes trouble." she downed her glass and rolled her eyes to make her way out of the scene.

You looked at Kirishima, who made his way to you with Bakugo. He wore a black shit tucked in his black pants. He looked extremely hot. You couldn't lie to yourself.

"So she still mad at me," Kirishima stated, following Mina with his eyes.

"What did you do to her?" You asked kissing his cheek and then Bakugo's, greeting them. You haven't seen them at the party before.

"Me," Bakugo talked, trying to hide his smile.

"What?" You asked, confused. "Did I miss something?"

"Ew no." Kirishima made a gag. "I didn't do him, I invited him, Mina didn't want him to come because of you but I told her that you said it was fine"

It was weird talking about Bakugo with him standing right in front of you. You just shrugged and sipped your long cocktail.

You excused yourself and went to talk with the others.

"I heard that you got a Job in my father's agency" Todoroki said with a smile when you approached.

"Yeah, I didn't use the 'I'm friends with your son' card tho" you said, laughing. For your surprise, that made him laugh, too.

"It's okay, I'm the one that receives the possible resumes," he answered nonchalantly.

"So it was you," you said, grinning. "Jeez, one day you think you're enough, and the other you're crashed by reality itself," you joked.

"Don't do that. Your resume was above the others for many reasons"

You leaned into the wall, taking him in. He was cute in a friendly way. He never understood sarcasm. That was something that made him different from Bakugo, Bakugo spoke sarcasm, dripped sarcasm, and breathed sarcasm. He was pretty straightforward with everything that came into his mind, but he had his ways of speaking it.

"Of course her resume was above others she's fucking awesome"

A voice, louder, made its way from your back. Bakugo was right in your back, putting his hand above your shoulder to mark his presence.

"I didn't know that you two-" Todoroki tried to read the room.

"Oh no we don't" you anticipated.

His hand on your shoulder made a subtle flinch at your words. You could smell the booze emanated from Bakugo's figure. He was already drunk.

"That's exactly why I came to talk to you, princess," he said, putting himself behind you and tugging his fingers to your wrist.

"Excuse me, Sho," you said, giving him a side glance while letting you get guided by Bakugo.

He walked you to the main room. It was Mina's room. You couldn't miss the familiarity that the place gave to you, many sleepovers, many drunken nights spent there and the hungover the next day.

"What happened?" You asked. Pleading memory loss, like he wasn't in your home days prior, begging you to come back to him.

"You happened, talking to fucking half n' half" you rolled your eyes at his statement pinching your nose. Here we go again.

"For what I recall, I'm pretty fucking allowed to talk to anyone I want, you're not the boss of me" you said trying not to ruin your mood. You still wanted to catch up with all your classmates.

"You know what I mean. I know you, how you were looking at him"

"I was looking at him the same way I look at everybody," you explained. "Why are you doing this? Why right now?"

"I'm doing this because I know you still feel it," he almost screamed at you like he was desperate for you to react. He didn't know that you were doing everything to push away, trying against the feeling that emerged the other night.

He was in a drunken state, but his eyes were telling you that he knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn't a drunken haze where you spurred words meaningless. It was the opposite.

"You can't do that," you pointed to his chest. The first time you touched him in a year. You felt electricity running through your spine. You couldn't quite pin the feeling, but it was exactly what you felt when you touched him every day for almost six years.

"Do what? Realize that I was a fucking asshole for letting you go and wanting you back to demonstrate you that I'm better? That I'm different? That I'm going to love you the way you always deserved?"

He took your hands in his. Looking at you with dilated pupils. His breath was a mere inch from your face. Whisky, mint and caramel. He was sweating.

"You can't say that" you closed your eyes in pain. "You never called" you whispered.

"I know, I know," he repeated with his voice hoarse. "I messed up"

You leaned your forehead to him. He was contouring himself to be at your height. You sighed, and he did the same. It was pretty intimate.

"Remember when we say forever? I mean it now, " he said. Your nose touching his.

"Stop reminding me what we said. This is hurting me more than I thought it will hurt." You let out, embracing him slightly. You missed the proximity. You missed his smell, his antics, his humor, his ways of telling you that he loved you, but you were still afraid of him spatting and messing with your head all over again.

"I'll stop the hurting," he closed his eyes.

You'll give it a go. Maybe he was right. You could just give yourself to the feeling. You wanted him, you missed him and he felt exactly the same, maybe it was the right thing to do. Maybe you should just seal your lips and kiss him the way that you wanted to for a year.

Just an inch for your lips to be touching, his hands made their way to your neck, putting you close to him and with no escape. He put a lock of your hair behind your ear, focused completely on the task, and then he examined your face looking for hesitation in your face. There was none.

He smiled, his signature grinned smile, lips ready to smash at yours, sealing the deal. You could feel your heartbeat against his chest.

A loud knock in the door made you back from his grip, losing every step you walked. His face twisted at your maneuver.

"Guys, we are going to do Karaoke. The rules are simple, for every time you messed up a word, you have to take a shot," Kaminari said, clearly tipsy against the door. His voice sounded muffled.

Bakugo stomped to the door, and when he opened it, Kaminari nearly fell at his feet.

"Bakubro! We thought you were at your house by-" he noted that you were just behind the man that was about to howitzer his friend into the next dimension. "Oh"

"It's okay," you hurried. "I'm going to the bathroom, excuse me, I'm about to piss myself"

You took your cocktail and made your way out, ignoring the fuming blonde that tried to reach for you to stop and end what he began.

By the time you had splashed water to your face, fixed your clothes, and went back to the karaoke thing, he was nowhere to be seen.

He just bailed, like he always did.

Part 3? let me know :)

[sweetnans]

"That little brat, ugh," you've been mumbling all the way from the gala to the car and from the car to your shared apartment with Bakugo.

"I'm not even trying to understand what you're saying," he side eyed you while getting his shoes off, putting them on the rack.

"She had her tentacles of arms all around you, trying to touch you, and it was just disgusting like what? I was right there. She didn't even notice me, your girlfriend by your side like, who does she think she is?" You tossed your high heels, not even caring where they landed.

"It's okay babe, she is just a kid, an intern who was invited because of her abilities on the field, you'll never see her again" he tried to calm you down but he wouldn't even lie, you looked extremely hot fuming because of jealousy, he was completely turned on by that.

"Oh she better watch her back if I see her again, i don't care she's seventeen or she's fucking ninety, you shouldn't touch a man who's with her girlfriend the way she was touching you. What happened to girl code? Well I think she's not a girls girl." You grabbed the beer Katsuki had on his hands and downed a few gulps.

"You look really cute when you're mad" he commented grinning trying to diffuse every single stain of the bad time you had watching and remembering the girl's behavior.

It did exactly the opposite.

"Don't look at me like that" you spatted. "You didn't do anything, you just let her grab you and touch you, she was practically jumping you"

He needed to stop the argument before it escalate. But we know the man, he might not choose the words very wisely.

"Behave, I didn't ask for attitude." his lowly and gruffy voice made his impact in your core.

Normally you would be turned on in a snap of fingers with that line. But right now you were being completely serious.

"Don't worry, it comes for free"

Deep down, Bakugo knew that it would be a long night. For one reason or another.

[sweetnans]

Bakugo friends to lovers is a must I just need inspiration

[sweetnans]

That's not how this works.

Pairing: f.reader/bakugo katsuki.

tw: mention of break up, mention of violence but not described because bakugo isn't a bad boy, soft and persistent bakugo.

a/n: a three part sequence between you and this boy who's sorry about letting you go.

part 1 🔙

Part 3 🔜

Your return to town was nothing you expected. On the first day you had Bakugo at your house professing his love to you, after a fucking year with no contact and not knowing anything about him.

After you left, you were debating on ghosting everyone you knew, even your friends, Mina and Kirishima because of him, or telling them you didn't want to know anything of him, you chose the latter.

They understood. They never mentioned him, and they never mentioned you in front of him, even if asked them how you were. They made a pact for you. They choose you over him. He could tell that he fucked up massively after their own friends denied telling him where you were or if you were settling fine.

He convinced himself that he deserved that.

The week passed without any inconvenience. You went to job interviews that were looking for someone with your profile. You were a hero, after all, and people needed heroes on the streets. In the year that you weren't in Japan, you learned other languages, so that helped you a lot to get a job in an instant.

After they called you to tell you that you were hired, you couldn't keep your content to yourself so you called your friends to tell them the news, they didn't answer right away but your phone rang after a few hour.

Mina called first. You told her the news about your job, and she told you that she was planning a party for you but she was just arranging the details.

Kirishima called in the afternoon to talk about the party, and he completely ruined the surprise by telling you everything Mina told him no to tell you.

And then he asked you.

"Is it okay if Bakugo goes to the party? I haven't invited him, so it's okay if you tell me -"

You interrupted right away.

"It's okay, don't worry" you lied

You didn't tell any of them what happened the other night. You wanted everything as normal as possible, and you knew yourself. You could be civil around him, and you knew Bakugo, too. After he spilled his emotions about you, he would mostly ignore you for breaking his ego.

Your friends, Mina and Kirishima, threw a party in your honor. Basically, it was because you made your way back to them, and they have missed you and for your new job. That was the excuse to get drunk, at least this time.

You thought the party would be less crowded, but everyone from the class 1-A had made it. Everyone was super nice to you, stopping to chat about your trip. You told them everything venting the good and the bad and told them about the people you met and how friendly everyone was.

"Oh please, you talk like you are going to abandon us," Mina said, clinging to your arm. She was quiet tipsy.

"I won't, I promise," you told her, squeezing her arm.

She smiled at you and then her smile fainted.

"Here comes trouble." she downed her glass and rolled her eyes to make her way out of the scene.

You looked at Kirishima, who made his way to you with Bakugo. He wore a black shit tucked in his black pants. He looked extremely hot. You couldn't lie to yourself.

"So she still mad at me," Kirishima stated, following Mina with his eyes.

"What did you do to her?" You asked kissing his cheek and then Bakugo's, greeting them. You haven't seen them at the party before.

"Me," Bakugo talked, trying to hide his smile.

"What?" You asked, confused. "Did I miss something?"

"Ew no." Kirishima made a gag. "I didn't do him, I invited him, Mina didn't want him to come because of you but I told her that you said it was fine"

It was weird talking about Bakugo with him standing right in front of you. You just shrugged and sipped your long cocktail.

You excused yourself and went to talk with the others.

"I heard that you got a Job in my father's agency" Todoroki said with a smile when you approached.

"Yeah, I didn't use the 'I'm friends with your son' card tho" you said, laughing. For your surprise, that made him laugh, too.

"It's okay, I'm the one that receives the possible resumes," he answered nonchalantly.

"So it was you," you said, grinning. "Jeez, one day you think you're enough, and the other you're crashed by reality itself," you joked.

"Don't do that. Your resume was above the others for many reasons"

You leaned into the wall, taking him in. He was cute in a friendly way. He never understood sarcasm. That was something that made him different from Bakugo, Bakugo spoke sarcasm, dripped sarcasm, and breathed sarcasm. He was pretty straightforward with everything that came into his mind, but he had his ways of speaking it.

"Of course her resume was above others she's fucking awesome"

A voice, louder, made its way from your back. Bakugo was right in your back, putting his hand above your shoulder to mark his presence.

"I didn't know that you two-" Todoroki tried to read the room.

"Oh no we don't" you anticipated.

His hand on your shoulder made a subtle flinch at your words. You could smell the booze emanated from Bakugo's figure. He was already drunk.

"That's exactly why I came to talk to you, princess," he said, putting himself behind you and tugging his fingers to your wrist.

"Excuse me, Sho," you said, giving him a side glance while letting you get guided by Bakugo.

He walked you to the main room. It was Mina's room. You couldn't miss the familiarity that the place gave to you, many sleepovers, many drunken nights spent there and the hungover the next day.

"What happened?" You asked. Pleading memory loss, like he wasn't in your home days prior, begging you to come back to him.

"You happened, talking to fucking half n' half" you rolled your eyes at his statement pinching your nose. Here we go again.

"For what I recall, I'm pretty fucking allowed to talk to anyone I want, you're not the boss of me" you said trying not to ruin your mood. You still wanted to catch up with all your classmates.

"You know what I mean. I know you, how you were looking at him"

"I was looking at him the same way I look at everybody," you explained. "Why are you doing this? Why right now?"

"I'm doing this because I know you still feel it," he almost screamed at you like he was desperate for you to react. He didn't know that you were doing everything to push away, trying against the feeling that emerged the other night.

He was in a drunken state, but his eyes were telling you that he knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn't a drunken haze where you spurred words meaningless. It was the opposite.

"You can't do that," you pointed to his chest. The first time you touched him in a year. You felt electricity running through your spine. You couldn't quite pin the feeling, but it was exactly what you felt when you touched him every day for almost six years.

"Do what? Realize that I was a fucking asshole for letting you go and wanting you back to demonstrate you that I'm better? That I'm different? That I'm going to love you the way you always deserved?"

He took your hands in his. Looking at you with dilated pupils. His breath was a mere inch from your face. Whisky, mint and caramel. He was sweating.

"You can't say that" you closed your eyes in pain. "You never called" you whispered.

"I know, I know," he repeated with his voice hoarse. "I messed up"

You leaned your forehead to him. He was contouring himself to be at your height. You sighed, and he did the same. It was pretty intimate.

"Remember when we say forever? I mean it now, " he said. Your nose touching his.

"Stop reminding me what we said. This is hurting me more than I thought it will hurt." You let out, embracing him slightly. You missed the proximity. You missed his smell, his antics, his humor, his ways of telling you that he loved you, but you were still afraid of him spatting and messing with your head all over again.

"I'll stop the hurting," he closed his eyes.

You'll give it a go. Maybe he was right. You could just give yourself to the feeling. You wanted him, you missed him and he felt exactly the same, maybe it was the right thing to do. Maybe you should just seal your lips and kiss him the way that you wanted to for a year.

Just an inch for your lips to be touching, his hands made their way to your neck, putting you close to him and with no escape. He put a lock of your hair behind your ear, focused completely on the task, and then he examined your face looking for hesitation in your face. There was none.

He smiled, his signature grinned smile, lips ready to smash at yours, sealing the deal. You could feel your heartbeat against his chest.

A loud knock in the door made you back from his grip, losing every step you walked. His face twisted at your maneuver.

"Guys, we are going to do Karaoke. The rules are simple, for every time you messed up a word, you have to take a shot," Kaminari said, clearly tipsy against the door. His voice sounded muffled.

Bakugo stomped to the door, and when he opened it, Kaminari nearly fell at his feet.

"Bakubro! We thought you were at your house by-" he noted that you were just behind the man that was about to howitzer his friend into the next dimension. "Oh"

"It's okay," you hurried. "I'm going to the bathroom, excuse me, I'm about to piss myself"

You took your cocktail and made your way out, ignoring the fuming blonde that tried to reach for you to stop and end what he began.

By the time you had splashed water to your face, fixed your clothes, and went back to the karaoke thing, he was nowhere to be seen.

He just bailed, like he always did.

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I'm Still Your Boy

Pairing: f.reader/bakugo katsuki. tw: mention of break up, mention of violence but not described because bakugo isn't a bad boy, soft and persistent bakugo. a/n: a three part sequence between you and this boy who's sorry about letting you go.

You've been gone for a year. Bakugo tried to stay focused on his career and succeeded. He was the number one hero, after all. But you, you never left his mind.

He knows that he made a mistake. He scared the shit out of you the last time he saw you when you decided that the best for the both of you was leaving. And you did.

You made a career in another country, live the life that you never had the chance to live because of him. You were his best friend since you were kids, and then with the hormones, the changes, and the lack of reasoning, you became his girlfriend and that lasted for a few years, stealing all of your firsts.

You didn't blame him at all for taking away all the things that you loved because he was above them. And you didn't mind at all. He started his hero career after UA, trying in agencies, and after a couple of them, he made his own. You were happy for him. You wanted him to find the things that passionate him. But in the process, you lost yourself.

It happened one night, he was exhausted and the two of you started a fight. You said things that you regretted right after, and he became violent, not at you, but at everything that you made together. He had anger issues when you met him, but he never showed them when he was with you. That night, he was tired, and you were emotionally unstable because you had realized days prior that you were stuck and you didn't want your life to be someone's ornament.

So you left him and didn't look back.

Until today.

He knew from the moment that you gave your friends in common the news of you getting back to the landing of your plane. Kirishima wasn't so subtle when he was excited, and neither was Mina. They missed you too.

He has been pacing all day in his office thinking what he could do and how he could approach you without being so flagrant about it. He just needed to grow a pair and make a decision fast. He wanted you back, but he knew that it wouldn't be that easy. He knew that he fucked everything up, but never did anything to compensate his mistakes. He never called.

He, in fact, made a reckless decision that led him to the frontis of your house on a rainy night. The light on the first floor was lit, and he could see the shape of your figure through the blinds.

He could knock and sink in the ground when he sees you again.

You were in your kitchen, rearranging the food in the fridge that you bought earlier that day. You've made the cleaning and your laundry, so you were almost done for the day. The only task lingering in your list was putting the food in the fridge and in the pantry. You also bought some fast food to gain time. Once you were done, you'll go upstairs, cast some netflix, and enjoy it while eating french fries and a huge burger.

You were delusional. You didn't know what was coming.

A noise at the door startled you, making you drop the grapes in the kitchen counter. You could feel the presence of someone else in the house but when you turned around you didn't expect to be him.

"Bakugo," you said, looking at him half disconcerted and half scared.

Not by him, only by the fact that he was inside your house.

"Jeez, still hurts when you call me like that," he tried to dismiss the hurt in his voice by laughing a little. A sad laugh.

"How did you-"

You wanted to know a lot of things. How and why mostly.

"I taught you better than hide your spare key under the mat"

Yeah, that one was totally on you.

"I'll leave it in the flower pot next time." You tried to joke, but the atmosphere wasn't giving.

"And I taught you better than to eat that crap," he said, glancing at your food.

You tried to look offended, but he was right. The truth was that you never got the need to learn how to cook because he did the job just fine, and when he made up his mind about teaching you one thing or two about cooking, you were just used to his food so you never tried to even lit up the stove. When you left, you thanked Bakugo in your mind for teaching you how to cook, but it was a painful thing to do every day. You missed the bastard and hated him for getting you so used to him.

"It's late, what are you doing here?" You said grabbing your kitchen table to feel stable in your feet.

You thought about this moment. A thousand times, but you never imagined to be living it actually.

"I-" he stuttered. It wasn't easy for him either. "I wanted to see you"

"You better have an excuse better than that. You are dripping all over my floor, and I just moped it"

He looked at his boots. You were right. The rain was heavy outside, and he thought about knocking for about thirty minutes before he came with the great idea to home invade you.

"You're right," he said, determined to end his suffer and lift the permanent rock off his chest. "I missed you a lot. I was a fucking douchebag with you before you left. I know that you have made up your mind, but I made it worse. You could've left with me, I should have supported you like you did with me when I started this, " he pointed at his suit. "I was a shitty excuse of a boyfriend when you were everything to me" he sighed. His eyes started to get glossy before he noticed, yours as well.

You dreamed for the firsts months when you were outside the country that Bakugo would show up at your apartment and tell you that he fucked up and how much he missed having you around. You wanted this to happen, but right now, you could feel the turmoil in your head. You didn't know if him saying sorry after a year would change anything.

"I can't go back to what I made you feel, and I know that I fucked everything that we had, including our friendship, but I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure that you are what I want and that I can make things right again, after all this time" he said after a long silence filled with your sobs.

Your silence made him uncomfortable. In a way that he, for the first time, felt scared. Scared of losing you forever.

"I-" you grabbed your head with your hands while he made his way to you, crossing the kitchen and closing the distance to put one of his fingers under your chin.

You lifted your head to look at him. Everything was happening in those crimson eyes. Every emotion, sadness, fear, expectation, and the most important of all, hope.

"I can't be without you," He needed you. He needed to be yours.

You weren't sure. You were scared, too. You didn't want to get hurt again.

You grabbed his hand, joining his fingers with yours. And made your decision.

"I'm sorry"

He felt his heart sink. It was a possibility, but in his mind, you've missed him the same that he missed you.

He wasn't a man that would accept a no from anyone, but with you, it was different. He told you everything that he needed to tell you, he exposed his heart to you and he was convinced that everything he was feeling, you felt it too.

It wasn't a rotund, no.

That night, after he discarded his damp clothes and laid in bed looking at the ceiling, he remembered the first time that he knew that he had feelings for you. He gave you a shitty speech about his feelings. He was only seventeen, and he was rough, didn't have any tact to tell people mundane things, much less speaking about his feelings. He remembered your face, pretty disconcerted at the beginning, but in the end, you were trying to contain your tears from falling. That time, he didn't tease you for crying. He remembered what cracked you up, the last part of his speech of how much he wanted to be with you.

"Brat, I know nothing about love, but I better be yours."

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I Remember Everything - Rafe Cameron (Chapter 4)

Summary: You left the island two years ago, leaving the love of your life a shattered man in your wake. Now, when you return, you find the sweet boy you once loved has transformed into a monster of a man. How can you detangle the real Rafe from the terrible things he's done?

Timeline: begins toward the end of obx season 3 and is mostly canon.

Content: this story contains sexual content, alcohol and drug abuse, and brief mentions of violence. All chapters are 18+, minors do not interact!

(Prologue and Ch. 1) // (Ch. 2) // (Ch. 3)

Rafe had his head down on the rusting metal table. The sheriff’s deputies had all taken turns trying to interrogate him about the events of the day before, but none of them had succeeded in getting him to admit his father was on that plane. His hands were still bloody from the fight and he was exhausted, having been awake for nearly 48-hours.

The door creaked open again, but he didn’t bother lifting his head, anticipating another round of questions he wasn’t going to answer.

“Well,” Shoupe said with a sigh. “You’re free to go.”

Rafe raised his head with a smug smile. “What’s the matter, Shoupe? Couldn’t make anything stick?”

Shoupe rolled his eyes, “just stay on the island, alright? We’re not done with you yet.”

“Actually, sounds like you are,” Rafe stood and patted Shoupe’s shoulder condescendingly as he started walking towards the door.

“Funny, I didn’t think there was anyone left on this island who cared enough about you to wait in the station lobby all night, but apparently I was wrong,” Shoupe said as Rafe opened the door.

Keeping his back turned, Rafe stood in the doorway with his brow furrowed. He didn’t want to give Shoupe the satisfaction of knowing he also had no idea who could care enough about him to be there. 

As he passed the rest of the officers, standing there watching him in disgust and disbelief that he was getting away again, he gave them a smirk and a mocking salute, “a pleasure as always.”

You shifted in the uncomfortable lobby seat, continuously fidgeting both from discomfort and panic at the idea of seeing Rafe. When you had approached the front desk and told them you were here to post bail for Rafe Cameron, the woman behind the counter looked at you annoyed and informed you that you couldn’t, as Rafe hadn’t officially been charged yet.

“Charged with what?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes at your naivete and returned to the sudoku she had been working on.

“Okay, then,” you said as you took a seat in the empty waiting area. 

That was six hours ago, but you figured if he hadn’t been charged, they would have to release him eventually, and you’d be here waiting. You had no earthly idea what you would say to him when the time came, but you’d be here, and maybe that would be enough.

He strutted into the lobby like he owned the place, his cocky walk coming to an abrupt halt when he looked up and saw you sitting there. You rose to your feet, shocked at the sight of him even though it was all you had been thinking about since you ran out of the cemetery hours ago.

Rafe looked at you with an expression you hadn’t seen before. In his eyes, you could see his brain at work, like he was calculating. What choices he was weighing, you weren’t sure, but you certainly didn’t expect the move he made next.

“Hey, baby!” He called out, striding toward you quickly, pulling you into his arms. Just as you opened your mouth to respond, he kissed you. It was sloppy and crude, his tongue invading your mouth as hands grabbed your ass, lifting you into the air. Your face burned with shock and embarrassment, knowing all of the cops in the station could see you two. Then it clicked - that’s exactly why Rafe was doing it.

Before had a chance to decide if you were going to play along or slap him, he broke the kiss and threw his arm around your shoulders, walking you toward the front door.

“Later, Shoupe!” Rafe called over his shoulder, turning the two of you slightly, allowing you to get a quick look at Shoupe standing with his hands on his hips, red in the face. What the fuck did Rafe do to make Shoupe look at him like that?

You stayed silent as Rafe walked you through the door, leading you down the block and turning onto a side street. The second you were out of sight of the station, he pulled his arm away and took several long strides to create as much space between you as possible.

He looked at you for a long moment, once again calculating his next move. You froze in anticipation as he opened his mouth to say something, heart dropping when he changed his mind and closed it again. Silently, he turned and started walking away from you down the street.

“My car’s the other way,” you said, feeling stupid for saying such a mundane thing in such a heated moment.

“Have a nice walk then,” he called back sarcastically.

“Where are you going?” 

“Home,” he was almost too far for you to hear now. You started after him, needing to jog a bit to catch up with him.

“Let me give you a ride,” you panted once you had caught up to him, stepping in front of him to stop him from getting any further away.

“Think I’d rather walk,” he said dismissively. 

“It’s 10pm, and you’re gonna what? Walk through The Cut in the middle of the night? I know I’ve been gone for a while, but I don’t think they’ve changed their opinion on having Kooks in their territory,” you were pulling out any logic you could think of to get him into your car so you could finally talk to him.

Taking your point, he rolled his eyes and turned around, walking in the direction you had indicated your car was in.

You drove in silence for what felt like an hour, but couldn’t have been, as you knew the drive to Tannyhill was fifteen minutes tops. Rafe was looking out the window, hands anxiously rubbing up and down his thighs as he kept shifting uncomfortably in his seat, like he was fighting against some invisible restraint. You were trying hard to keep your eyes on the road, but couldn’t control the way they kept drifting over to him, eyeing the blood on his battered hands. The remnants of what was clearly not a good forty-eight hours all over him.

You had so many things you wanted to say, so many questions you wanted to ask him, that you almost couldn’t think straight. You were still reeling from the news that his father had died, and now the sight of him walking out of the sheriff’s station covered in blood. If so much could happen to him in just a few weeks, you didn’t even want to think about how much of his life you missed in the last two years.

After a while, the silence so tense it almost hurt, you decided to dip your toe in the water.

“Is it yours?” You asked, forcing your eyes to stay on the road.

“What?” He mumbled as he ran his hands over his buzzed head, still not looking at you.

“The blood,” you clarified.

“Some of it,” he answered honestly.

You nodded, as though this was all super normal. “And the rest of it?”

He threw his head back on the seat and let out a forceful sigh, pointedly not answering your question. You decided you’d tested the waters enough and remained silent the rest of the drive.

When you pulled up to the gate at Tannyhill, you rolled down the window so you could reach the box to put the code in, looking at Rafe expectedly. Your attempted nonchalance didn’t work, he rolled his eyes at you, pulling out his phone. As he typed the code into his app, he used his other hand to cover the numbers from your view. Long gone were the days he’d text you the code the second Ward changed it so you could sneak in and out to see him whenever you wanted. The days he’d hold you until you fell asleep, whispering to you about how someday he’d inherit this house and share it with you. As you watched the gates slowly open in the glow of your headlights, the future you once believed in so fiercely had never felt further away.

You drove slowly down the long drive toward the house, surprised to see it was completely dark.

“Where is everyone? Where’s Sarah?” You asked. 

“Just drop me here,” Rafe ignored your question.

You stopped the car a few yards from the front door, and Rafe immediately climbed out, closing the door loudly behind him and walking toward the house. You weren’t exactly expecting him to invite you in, but this non-goodbye was so abrupt you felt cheated. Your mind raced with all the things you still wanted to say as you watched Rafe walking toward the house, your chance to finally say them going with him.

You snapped out of your haze and threw open the car door, not bothering to close it behind you as you ran after him calling, “wait!”

He turned on you quickly, making you stop in your tracks a few feet from him. Suddenly, all the things you wanted to say disappeared from your mind and you swallowed hard.

“What do you want?” He prompted, looking annoyed at how long it was taking you to form a sentence. “Why the hell were you at the station?”

“I just…” you could feel him preparing to turn and keep walking back towards the house, you needed to say something, fast. “Your dad.”

Rafe clenched his jaw, he didn’t know what you had heard and wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.

“I’m…” you took one step towards him. “Rafe, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He left the question open ended, forcing you to reveal exactly how much you knew.

“I saw his plot, at the cemetery,” you didn’t need to tell Rafe what you were doing at the cemetery, he had been there with you on multiple occasions, including the day they buried your own father.

Rafe just shrugged, looking at the ground to avoid your empathetic gaze.

“Rafe,” you said quietly, the sound of his name on your tongue sending chills through you both. When he still didn’t look up at you, you stepped closer. He tried to dodge your eyeline, but you reached up gently and placed your fingers under his jaw, looking him straight in the eye as you asked, “what’s going on?”

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, chest to chest as you searched each other’s faces in the glow of the moon. If he’d let you, you would stand there for hours, just studying him, trying to read it all on his face. You used to know the meaning of every expression he made, every glint in his eye, every twitch of his lips. The two of you used to be able to have full conversations without saying a word. Now, your eyes searched every inch of his face, and you were coming up with nothing. 

He snapped his head back suddenly, ripping it away from your hand like you were burning him. He shook his head, and he wasn’t sure who he was saying no to- you or himself. 

“Just go home, y/n,” he said, arm outstretched, gesturing towards your car dismissively. 

“I can’t,” you spoke into the darkness. 

Rafe caught himself before asking you why, trying to preserve the image that he didn’t care. He assumed it had something to do with your mom. He had spent countless hours of his life listening to your stories of fights with your mother, even being present and involved in several of them, often being the source of the conflict. He swallowed the temptation to ask you what happened, pushing away the desire to have you laying with your head in his lap, gently playing with your hair as he let you rant as long as it took for you to feel better. He pushed the memory away, an action that was muscle memory to him at this point. 

“Well you can’t stay here,” he told you.

“But I just want to-”

“Just leave! We both know you know how to, you’re a fucking professional at it!” His booming voice echoed through the evening air and shot straight through you.

Tears sprang to your eyes, the sound of his raised voice so jarring. He had never screamed at you like this. Even in moments of frustration, just the thought of making you cry was enough to break him. 

You closed your eyes, letting the tears slip through and slide down your cheeks. You turned from him, but he’d already seen them. Guilt and fury battled in his chest, wanting to hold you and push you away at the same time. He hated the sight of your tears, but being able to release the hurt and anger he’d been feeling for two years felt somewhat satisfying, too. He felt like he was two completely different people, not sure he wanted to be either of them.

You sniffled and wiped your tears with the backs of your hands, gathering yourself before turning back to him.

“I know that I hurt you,” you said. “But I have my side of the story, too.”

“The story?” he scoffed. “You said you’d love me forever and then you didn’t. You said you wouldn’t disappear into the night and that’s exactly what you did. You’re a liar. That’s the story.”

Every day for two years, you had broken your own heart. You had never stopped trying to fight the demons of that night. You had devoted your life to trying to figure out what the hell had happened that could’ve ended with you on a train, riding off into the night against your will. For two years, you’d spent your nights praying to any God that would listen to let you go back in time, to undo this twisted fate. 

But none of those agonizing nights hurt quite like this. He really thought you had wanted to leave? That you just up and stopped loving him? You knew he had no way of knowing what really happened, but you were still clinging to some small shred of hope that he’d give you the benefit of the doubt. Clearly he hadn’t. 

“Is that what you think?” You asked in a small voice.

“That’s what I know,” he corrected. 

No words came to you as all of the tiny cracks in your heart you had worked so hard to fill ripped open again. Rafe only took your silence as confirmation.

“Let it go, y/n,” he said, turning to walk towards the house. “I have.”

With that, he closed the door firmly behind him, the lock clicking loudly.

So that was it then. Seven years of friendship, five years of wild love, two years of heartbreak. Fourteen years of him gone, the rest of your life without him a sprawling void ahead of you. The kiss you shared in the sheriff’s station would be your last. Your last kiss and it wasn’t even real, the agony of that thought pushed you ever the edge and the tears you’ve been trying to stifle flowed free. Shoulders shaking with your sobs, you forced yourself to walk back to the car, no idea where you’d go once you were in it.

The door was still open, but the light had gone out. Once inside, you turned the key and the engine sputtered meekly as you tried and failed to turn it over. 

“Shit!” You screamed, slamming your hands against the steering wheel. Leaving the door open must’ve killed the battery. You cursed your mom for insisting on still driving this piece of shit even though she could easily afford an upgrade.

A professional leaver, Rafe had called you. The irony that just minutes after he said that you were literally unable to leave made you chuckle humorlessly. All of the emotion of this week weighing on your shoulders, you sat and cry-laughed into the darkness, feeling completely unhinged. What was supposed to be a quick, uneventful trip to your hometown had turned into a complete shitshow, you don’t know why you expected anything less.

You sat in the dark, giving up on trying to start the car. What were you supposed to do here? You could either knock on the door and chance another verbal bruising from Rafe, or walk home in the dead of night and face your mother. You fell asleep trying to decide which was worse.

Seven Years Earlier…

There were so many people packed into your house, you assumed nobody would notice when you slipped out and hopped on your bike. You were wrong. Rafe saw your bike lying on its side on the path leading down toward the beach, you hadn’t even bothered to put up the kickstand. 

He followed your footsteps down to the water. It was chilly and raining, the beach completely clear of people. The rain was falling hard, washing your footsteps from the sand, but he managed to follow what was left of them to the abandoned lifeguard tower you used to climb on as kids. There you were, sitting underneath the wooden structure for shelter, feet digging into the sand as you hugged your knees to your chest. Rafe stopped short, he hated seeing you upset, but he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do to make you feel better. He had never been very good at feelings.

He decided he would approach you anyway, not saying anything in order to avoid saying the wrong thing. He ducked down and slid between the stilts of the tower, finding a space on the ground next to you.

You didn’t have to look over to know who it was, you could feel him. You were relieved when Rafe didn’t say anything, you were so overwhelmed by the chaos of the day, you couldn’t form words to explain it if you tried. After a few minutes, you couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and they began rolling down your face in big, fat drops. 

“Hey, hey,” Rafe said, startled by your sudden outburst. He put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. You laid your head on his shoulder and he awkwardly rubbed his hand up and down your back. “It’s…it’s gonna be ok,” he said hesitantly, terrified he’d somehow make you feel worse.

The soft fabric of the black dress your mother had chosen for you to wear to your father’s wake felt nice under his fingertips. His hand grazing softly up and down your back felt nice as you let the tears fall. You let Rafe soothe you for a few minutes, before taking a deep breath and wiping your tears away with the back of your hands.

“Sorry,” you said with a self-deprecating laugh.

“You don’t have to say sorry,” he assured with a sincerity that almost made you start crying again. 

You looked over at him for the first time, his hair messy and wet from walking all the way here from your house in the rain. His cheeks were pink from the chilly air and the bashfulness he was feeling from sharing such an intimate moment with you. You had always thought he was cute, but in this moment, you realized you absolutely adored him.

“I just didn’t want to be there anymore,” you explained. “I don’t even know half of those people and everyone just kept hugging me.”

“I wouldn’t want to be there either,” he reassured you.

You nodded, sniffling, and giving him a thankful smile. Without really thinking it through he reached out a shaky hand and wiped the remaining tears off your cheeks. His hand lingered, and you placed yours on top of it, squeezing gently with appreciation. The contact made both of you blush and you looked away from each other. You had been friends since you were both six-years-old, of course you had touched before, but something about this time felt different.

“I know how you feel,” he said in a voice so quiet that you could barely hear it over the pattering of rain on the wooden structure above you and the crashing of waves. 

That’s right. In the storm of your own grief you had almost forgotten that Rafe had once lost a parent, too. It was about a year after you got to the island, he had missed two weeks of school in the third grade. When he came back, he started his still-running reign of principal’s office MVP.  

“I know it feels like maybe you won’t ever be happy again,” he looked out at the ocean, afraid you would notice the water starting to collect in the corners of his eyes. “But you will be. You’ll find something that makes you happy, and soon it won’t hurt so bad.”

“Did you?” You asked.

“Did I what?”

“Find something that made you happy again?”

“Yes.”

“What was it?”

Rafe looked down at his feet shyly, his hand scratching the back of his neck in discomfort. You teasingly elbowed him, making him laugh. He swallowed hard before mumbling, “you.”

Your stomach flipped and your face went beat red, completely caught off guard by his answer. Once again, your heart ached with the affection you felt for him. You reached out and lightly tucked your fingers under his chin, pulling his face up to meet your gaze.

“You make me happy, too,” you confessed. 

You had never done it before, and you weren’t really sure how to, but you knew that you just had to kiss him. Rafe had the same idea, and met you half-way with his own lips puckered. 

It was quick and innocent, the first of a million kisses you’d share. You didn’t know how it was possible to feel so sad and so happy at the same time, but you felt as though you could face anything now that you knew you wouldn’t have to face it alone.

Now…

TAP TAP TAP. Your eyes flew open as you lifted your head from the window and took in your surroundings, unsure of where you were. As your blurry surroundings came into focus, you were pulled down from your post-sleep haze by the looming figure of the man on the other side of the window. Rafe stood outside your car window, holding up a steaming mug of coffee. 

You rolled the window down, smiling shyly at Rafe as you blinked rapidly in the soft morning light. 

“Hi,” you said weakly.

“You sleep here?” He asked with neither amusement nor annoyance in his voice.

“The car wouldn’t start,” you explained. “I think the battery died.”

“You could’ve told me, I could’ve called Triple A,” he chided.

“I wasn’t sure you would’ve opened the door if I knocked,” you pointed out.

“That’s fair,” he agreed. The gentleness he was speaking to you with now was in such stark contrast to the tone he’d used last night. You didn’t want to say anything, scared to disturb the calm waters.

He handed the coffee to you, which you accepted gratefully. You took a sip, two creams and one sugar - he remembered. 

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“You can come inside while I call someone to come jump the car,” he offered.

You were so confused, but didn’t want to question it. You simply nodded as he opened the car door for you so you could climb out without spilling the coffee. 

After calling Triple A, Rafe joined you on the back porch, now with his own cup of coffee.

“Still take yours black?” You asked.

“The way coffee should be?” He teased. “Yes, yes I do.”

You smiled and you shook your head at him, clutching your coffee and looking out at the sun rising over the sea. The two of you sat in silence for a while on opposite sides of the wicker patio couch, sipping your coffees and avoiding each other’s eyes. 

You thought through the events of yesterday, remembering everything Rafe had said, and everything you wanted to say but hadn’t been able to. Rafe’s words were so cruel, but you got the sense he had fully believed everything he said. You thought you would never get the chance to respond to his accusations, but your car troubles had given you this extra time with him, and you didn’t want to waste the second chance. Should you make a joke? Try to tease him some more about his coffee preferences? Should you ask about his dad, or the reason he had been taken in to the sheriff’s office for questioning? Rafe clearly didn’t want to talk about his dad, and if this was your last chance to talk to him, you didn’t want to waste it on small talk. You decided your only option was to talk about yourself, about how you are feeling, and let him decide if he wanted to hear it or not.

“You’re wrong,” you said, sitting up to look at him. 

Your direct words startled him and he snapped his head to you, also sitting up straight.

“About what?” He says defensively. 

You look at him, hoping he can’t tell that your heartbeat is spiking and your throat is tight with anxiety. You need what you’re about to say to come out confidently, you need to say it with your chest or you may as well not say it at all.

“I never lied to you,” you told him. “And I never stopped loving you.”

Rafe’s face went pale, not at all expecting you to say that. He set his coffee down and got up from the couch, walking quickly back into the house and leaving you sitting alone, heart in hand. 

You followed him into the house, feet padding on the wooden floor behind him.

“Please just talk to me,” you pleaded.

He rounded on you, forcing you to step back.

“Don’t say shit like that!” He yelled.

“Don’t yell at me!” You matched his energy. “You never used to yell at me.”

“You left, y/n! What was I supposed to do, stay exactly the same and wait patiently for you to come back from God-knows-where like a good boy? No!” He jammed his finger into his chest, “I grew up! I became a fucking man! And now you wanna just waltz in like nothing fucking happened? It’s too late for that!”

You didn’t cower, but got closer to him with each proclamation he made. You found something in you that you hadn’t had last night, something like courage.

“You’re fucking right you changed! You know how I know? The old Rafe would’ve listened to me for two fucking seconds so I could explain!”

“I don’t wanna hear any fucking excuses-”

“I’m not making excuses! If you’d let me speak for two fucking seconds, you’d know that!” 

“There’s nothing you could say that would make me not pissed at you,” his voice was lowered but still filled with vitriol.

“You know what? Fine,” you shot back. “Be pissed at me. But I’ve had a long, unbelievably shitty two years and I’m not gonna stand here and let you scream at me as if you’ve never done anything wrong, ‘cause we both know that’s far from the truth.”

Rafe looked at you like you had smacked him, surprise flashing across his face. Of course, he knew you were referring to the accident and the things that happened before you left, right? His face smoothed over with recognition, maybe even relief.

“You’re talking about the accident,” he confirmed.

“Yes, I’m talking about the accident,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “What else would I be talking about?”

He shook his head, “nothing.”

“Unless there’s something you want to tell me?” Like maybe why you were held for questioning by the police for 24-hours, covered in someone else’s blood. 

Rafe studied you for any sign that you knew what had really been going on the past few months. You were looking at him so intensely, it was impossible to read your face. He couldn’t bear the thought that you knew what he’d done, what he’d become. And even though he was still pissed at you, still hurt, no matter your supposed explanation for leaving, he was desperate for you to remember him as the person he was before. He needed you to believe he was good. 

He drank you in for a long time, standing there with your arms crossed, looking up at him expectantly. Your hair was still messy from your night of tossing and turning in the car. You definitely looked older, but you were still so essentially you. He knew you wouldn’t let him stall much longer, that he would need to respond eventually. So he did.

Rafe stepped closer to you, his tall frame requiring you to tilt your head back to look up at him. He grabbed each of your forearms, pulling them apart, forcing you to uncross them and lose your defensive stance.

“There’s a lot of things I’ve wanted to tell you,” he whispered in a low voice, sending a shiver down your spine. “And things I’ve wanted to show you.”

You feel your new-found courage faltering, but try your best to maintain your confident facade as you respond, “like what?” The small amount of air between you is so tense, you’re being pulled to him like a magnet. You know, you know, you shouldn’t do this. There is so much you need to talk about, so many things left unresolved. But then he licks his lips, an action that used to mean I want you in your own secret language. And fuck if you don’t want him too.

to be continued

a/n: y'all. not me making myself cry with this one. your support has absolutely blown me away and made me so happy to be posting my writing again!!! Doing my best with this taglist but if you asked and I left you off please let me know!! ch 5 on it's way!

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