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10:38

Micro Fluff, bakugou feat. bakusquad’s brain cell

“The fuck you idiots doin’ now?”

Kaminari was sitting in a chair, wrapped in Shinso’s capture scarf, feet in two of Bakugou’s favorite mixing bowls (that were now dead to him. He would immediately be buying new ones that he’d keep locked safely away from these unhygienic morons.), which were full of what he assumed was water. Sero still had a flashlight shining at Kaminari’s face although it had been rendered nearly useless when Bakugou had turned the kitchen light on. Mina used the lighting change to slide her sunglasses back over her eyes, crossing her arms over a blazer that was two sizes too big for her.

“Truth verification.” Her tone was cold and harsh and a bad impersonation of someone Bakugou had no chance of guessing at.

“Bakubro…can I get some help?” Kaminari’s eyes flew back to his reflection in Mina’s shades as she tsked at him.

“Who’s the one askin’ the questions here?”

“You?”

“Was that an inflection?”

“No? I mean…no? Fuck. No.”

“That’s better.” She leaned back in the chair, only staying upright because Kirishima unhesitatingly shifted to meet it before it toppled past the point of no return. She continued as if nothing had happened. “Now I’m going to ask you again…”

Kaminari gulped.

“Did…you…eat…my mother fuckin’ leftovers?”

“No?” Kaminari jumped within the restraints as crackles moved across the surface of the water around his ankles.

Mina hopped up, tossing the glasses on the table before grabbing a blindingly yellow phone with a black lightning bolt, waving it in the air above her head as she skipped out of the kitchen.

“Fantastic. You remember what I promised would happen to your browser history if you ever stole my food again?”

“Idiots,” Bakugou mumbled the word into the fridge as he grabbed his own food, ignoring the groans of regret coming from behind him. He wasn’t going to get involved with their nonsense if he could help it. He had better things to do…like tap his way to Mina’s live feed so he could enjoy this play out.

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10:38

Micro Fluff, bakugou feat. bakusquad’s brain cell

“The fuck you idiots doin’ now?”

Kaminari was sitting in a chair, wrapped in Shinso’s capture scarf, feet in two of Bakugou’s favorite mixing bowls (that were now dead to him. He would immediately be buying new ones that he’d keep locked safely away from these unhygienic morons.), which were full of what he assumed was water. Sero still had a flashlight shining at Kaminari’s face although it had been rendered nearly useless when Bakugou had turned the kitchen light on. Mina used the lighting change to slide her sunglasses back over her eyes, crossing her arms over a blazer that was two sizes too big for her.

“Truth verification.” Her tone was cold and harsh and a bad impersonation of someone Bakugou had no chance of guessing at.

“Bakubro…can I get some help?” Kaminari’s eyes flew back to his reflection in Mina’s shades as she tsked at him.

“Who’s the one askin’ the questions here?”

“You?”

“Was that an inflection?”

“No? I mean…no? Fuck. No.”

“That’s better.” She leaned back in the chair, only staying upright because Kirishima unhesitatingly shifted to meet it before it toppled past the point of no return. She continued as if nothing had happened. “Now I’m going to ask you again…”

Kaminari gulped.

“Did…you…eat…my mother fuckin’ leftovers?”

“No?” Kaminari jumped within the restraints as crackles moved across the surface of the water around his ankles.

Mina hopped up, tossing the glasses on the table before grabbing a blindingly yellow phone with a black lightning bolt, waving it in the air above her head as she skipped out of the kitchen.

“Fantastic. You remember what I promised would happen to your browser history if you ever stole my food again?”

“Idiots,” Bakugou mumbled the word into the fridge as he grabbed his own food, ignoring the groans of regret coming from behind him. He wasn’t going to get involved with their nonsense if he could help it. He had better things to do…like tap his way to Mina’s live feed so he could enjoy this play out.

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10:38

Micro Fluff, bakugou feat. bakusquad’s brain cell

“The fuck you idiots doin’ now?”

Kaminari was sitting in a chair, wrapped in Shinso’s capture scarf, feet in two of Bakugou’s favorite mixing bowls (that were now dead to him. He would immediately be buying new ones that he’d keep locked safely away from these unhygienic morons.), which were full of what he assumed was water. Sero still had a flashlight shining at Kaminari’s face although it had been rendered nearly useless when Bakugou had turned the kitchen light on. Mina used the lighting change to slide her sunglasses back over her eyes, crossing her arms over a blazer that was two sizes too big for her.

“Truth verification.” Her tone was cold and harsh and a bad impersonation of someone Bakugou had no chance of guessing at.

“Bakubro…can I get some help?” Kaminari’s eyes flew back to his reflection in Mina’s shades as she tsked at him.

“Who’s the one askin’ the questions here?”

“You?”

“Was that an inflection?”

“No? I mean…no? Fuck. No.”

“That’s better.” She leaned back in the chair, only staying upright because Kirishima unhesitatingly shifted to meet it before it toppled past the point of no return. She continued as if nothing had happened. “Now I’m going to ask you again…”

Kaminari gulped.

“Did…you…eat…my mother fuckin’ leftovers?”

“No?” Kaminari jumped within the restraints as crackles moved across the surface of the water around his ankles.

Mina hopped up, tossing the glasses on the table before grabbing a blindingly yellow phone with a black lightning bolt, waving it in the air above her head as she skipped out of the kitchen.

“Fantastic. You remember what I promised would happen to your browser history if you ever stole my food again?”

“Idiots,” Bakugou mumbled the word into the fridge as he grabbed his own food, ignoring the groans of regret coming from behind him. He wasn’t going to get involved with their nonsense if he could help it. He had better things to do…like tap his way to Mina’s live feed so he could enjoy this play out.

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For all the other little monsters that struggle when picking a Mother’s Day gift for someone that…

…you love, but don’t like

…abused you, but kept you physically cared for/safe

…is in your life, but with many many many boundaries in place

…thinking of has a 50/50 chance of bringing up trauma

…you still slap yourself for seeking approval from

…should have done a lot of things differently, but you know that they tried (kind of)

…took “doing it for the plot” a little too far

…makes this time of year equal parts important and difficult

I see you, I love you, I am you and we totally got this.

But it’s also okay if we don’t.

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Broken Collection

Angsty Fluff, Mini-series format

Right now it’s only Bakugou x fem reader, but I’m figuring out who we’re gonna break up with next.

Bakugou (in-progress, unknown part total)

9:36:00 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:01 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:02 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:03 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:04 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:05 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:06 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:07 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:08 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:09 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:10 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:11 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

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9:36:11 

Angsty fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 11 of the Broken Collection

Greyed sherpa texture that used to be the darkest black in your closet. Peach accent colors that used to burn bright orange. Grenade patches that had been sloppily stitched over any of the more serious injuries along the fabrics. There was a rock embedded in the sole of the right slipper. No one could see that though. You only knew it was there every time you took another idiotic step in whatever direction you seemed to be going. It was kind of starting to hurt, but you had no fucking desire to stop and make yourself more comfortable. You jumped at a buzz from your pocket, launching the wounded slipper towards a bench nearby. You offered a quick apology to the cat you nearly hit, who only glared. 

“So, I take it I’m not forgiven?” The animal had lost interest in you, resuming its pigeon hunting. You tossed yourself onto the seat beside it, which earned you another unwelcome expression. “I know. I’ll just be a second.” You smacked the slipper around, finally removing the pebble that felt a whole lot larger when it was digging into the arch of your foot. The cat seemed more offended by the buzzing you had brought with you. “He really isn’t letting it go, is he?” Narrowed eyes met yours for a moment before your unwilling morning companion leapt away, running out of sight. “Relatable.” You dragged your phone from your sweats, answering without checking the screen. You wanna cringe as the voice that exits your mouth is the one you use on stages you don’t want to be on.  

“Hel-” 

“The fuck?” Harsh, but fair.  

“-lo?” 

“Don’t ‘hello’ me! Where did you even go?” 

This would be a lot easier to pull off if you had just been able to leave in the hours before he woke up. But leave it to Katsuki Lightweight Bakugou to have zero hangover and wake up before you. He really had some nerve looking that good in your kitchen making breakfast. It’s fine. It really was fine. You were fine.  

“I just needed some air?” 

“You were on the balcony...outside.” 

Absolutely correct, that’s where he left you when he turned around in your apron to go grab whatever he was sizzling in the kitchen. There was hot coffee. There was music. You couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t smell anything. You couldn’t fucking breathe.  

“I needed different air?”  

“Oh, yea...using the fire escape to exit the 13th floor was just the quickest way to get air.” 

“Right.” Not your finest moment. Not your worst, but it felt like the only decision available at the time. You needed to not be there...and if you went inside, he would be there. He would talk and you would- 

“If you wanted me to leave, you could’ve said so.” 

“That would’ve been rude.” 

“...unlike the polite emergency exit method you have going for you?” 

“Ugh, don’t name it.” 

“It’s basically your ultimate move.” 

“It is not. I only do it-” with you. You rush into your next sentence, not leaving room for him to push you further. “Anyways, I’ll probably be out for a while. Um. So, take your time and just take it easy. You had a rough-” 

“I already left.” 

“Oh.” You cringe at the way the word comes out, laced with disappointment or regret. You cough, covering up whatever that was. “Why?” Fuck, now you sounded cold as hell. Why couldn’t you land on something neutral when you talked to him? 

“Because I’m not gonna’ be the reason you run out of your apartment.” Did-did he mean now or then? His words sounded heavier...too heavy to just be talking about this morning. You blinked pre-emptively at dry eyes you worried would betray you at any moment. You’re not the only one getting chased by echoes, kid. Was this one of his? 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Your eyes shut as he exhaled into your ear, only the static reminded you he was at a safe distance from you. “Go home.” 

“I am sor-” 

“Hurry up. It’s too cold for what you were wearin’.” 

He hangs up first. You’re left with your throat full of the words you chose to stuff back down. There are so many choices that could’ve let you have a nice...probably great morning with him, but you chose the sit-alone-on-a-park-bench-with-one-slipper-in-your-hand-and-a-cell-phone-in-the-other adventure.  

You could have let yourself soak in the happiness that was Katsuki humming in your kitchen. You could have reflected the smile he gave you instead of looking catatonic. You could have just breathed the air at home. You could have sat down instead of darting down a ladder that had seen better days. You could have talked. You rubbed at your throbbing head. Fuck, you could have at least had a cup of coffee.  

a/n she’s a runner she’s a track star

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Broken Collection

Angsty Fluff, Mini-series format

Right now it’s only Bakugou x fem reader, but I’m figuring out who we’re gonna break up with next.

Bakugou (in-progress, unknown part total)

9:36:00 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:01 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:02 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:03 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:04 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:05 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:06 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:07 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:08 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:09 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:10 Fluff—x fem reader

9:36:11 Angsty Fluff—x fem reader

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9:36:11 

Angsty fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 11 of the Broken Collection

Greyed sherpa texture that used to be the darkest black in your closet. Peach accent colors that used to burn bright orange. Grenade patches that had been sloppily stitched over any of the more serious injuries along the fabrics. There was a rock embedded in the sole of the right slipper. No one could see that though. You only knew it was there every time you took another idiotic step in whatever direction you seemed to be going. It was kind of starting to hurt, but you had no fucking desire to stop and make yourself more comfortable. You jumped at a buzz from your pocket, launching the wounded slipper towards a bench nearby. You offered a quick apology to the cat you nearly hit, who only glared. 

“So, I take it I’m not forgiven?” The animal had lost interest in you, resuming its pigeon hunting. You tossed yourself onto the seat beside it, which earned you another unwelcome expression. “I know. I’ll just be a second.” You smacked the slipper around, finally removing the pebble that felt a whole lot larger when it was digging into the arch of your foot. The cat seemed more offended by the buzzing you had brought with you. “He really isn’t letting it go, is he?” Narrowed eyes met yours for a moment before your unwilling morning companion leapt away, running out of sight. “Relatable.” You dragged your phone from your sweats, answering without checking the screen. You wanna cringe as the voice that exits your mouth is the one you use on stages you don’t want to be on.  

“Hel-” 

“The fuck?” Harsh, but fair.  

“-lo?” 

“Don’t ‘hello’ me! Where did you even go?” 

This would be a lot easier to pull off if you had just been able to leave in the hours before he woke up. But leave it to Katsuki Lightweight Bakugou to have zero hangover and wake up before you. He really had some nerve looking that good in your kitchen making breakfast. It’s fine. It really was fine. You were fine.  

“I just needed some air?” 

“You were on the balcony...outside.” 

Absolutely correct, that’s where he left you when he turned around in your apron to go grab whatever he was sizzling in the kitchen. There was hot coffee. There was music. You couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t smell anything. You couldn’t fucking breathe.  

“I needed different air?”  

“Oh, yea...using the fire escape to exit the 13th floor was just the quickest way to get air.” 

“Right.” Not your finest moment. Not your worst, but it felt like the only decision available at the time. You needed to not be there...and if you went inside, he would be there. He would talk and you would- 

“If you wanted me to leave, you could’ve said so.” 

“That would’ve been rude.” 

“...unlike the polite emergency exit method you have going for you?” 

“Ugh, don’t name it.” 

“It’s basically your ultimate move.” 

“It is not. I only do it-” with you. You rush into your next sentence, not leaving room for him to push you further. “Anyways, I’ll probably be out for a while. Um. So, take your time and just take it easy. You had a rough-” 

“I already left.” 

“Oh.” You cringe at the way the word comes out, laced with disappointment or regret. You cough, covering up whatever that was. “Why?” Fuck, now you sounded cold as hell. Why couldn’t you land on something neutral when you talked to him? 

“Because I’m not gonna’ be the reason you run out of your apartment.” Did-did he mean now or then? His words sounded heavier...too heavy to just be talking about this morning. You blinked pre-emptively at dry eyes you worried would betray you at any moment. You’re not the only one getting chased by echoes, kid. Was this one of his? 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Your eyes shut as he exhaled into your ear, only the static reminded you he was at a safe distance from you. “Go home.” 

“I am sor-” 

“Hurry up. It’s too cold for what you were wearin’.” 

He hangs up first. You’re left with your throat full of the words you chose to stuff back down. There are so many choices that could’ve let you have a nice...probably great morning with him, but you chose the sit-alone-on-a-park-bench-with-one-slipper-in-your-hand-and-a-cell-phone-in-the-other adventure.  

You could have let yourself soak in the happiness that was Katsuki humming in your kitchen. You could have reflected the smile he gave you instead of looking catatonic. You could have just breathed the air at home. You could have sat down instead of darting down a ladder that had seen better days. You could have talked. You rubbed at your throbbing head. Fuck, you could have at least had a cup of coffee.  

a/n she’s a runner she’s a track star

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9:36:11 

Angsty fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 11 of the Broken Collection

Greyed sherpa texture that used to be the darkest black in your closet. Peach accent colors that used to burn bright orange. Grenade patches that had been sloppily stitched over any of the more serious injuries along the fabrics. There was a rock embedded in the sole of the right slipper. No one could see that though. You only knew it was there every time you took another idiotic step in whatever direction you seemed to be going. It was kind of starting to hurt, but you had no fucking desire to stop and make yourself more comfortable. You jumped at a buzz from your pocket, launching the wounded slipper towards a bench nearby. You offered a quick apology to the cat you nearly hit, who only glared. 

“So, I take it I’m not forgiven?” The animal had lost interest in you, resuming its pigeon hunting. You tossed yourself onto the seat beside it, which earned you another unwelcome expression. “I know. I’ll just be a second.” You smacked the slipper around, finally removing the pebble that felt a whole lot larger when it was digging into the arch of your foot. The cat seemed more offended by the buzzing you had brought with you. “He really isn’t letting it go, is he?” Narrowed eyes met yours for a moment before your unwilling morning companion leapt away, running out of sight. “Relatable.” You dragged your phone from your sweats, answering without checking the screen. You wanna cringe as the voice that exits your mouth is the one you use on stages you don’t want to be on.  

“Hel-” 

“The fuck?” Harsh, but fair.  

“-lo?” 

“Don’t ‘hello’ me! Where did you even go?” 

This would be a lot easier to pull off if you had just been able to leave in the hours before he woke up. But leave it to Katsuki Lightweight Bakugou to have zero hangover and wake up before you. He really had some nerve looking that good in your kitchen making breakfast. It’s fine. It really was fine. You were fine.  

“I just needed some air?” 

“You were on the balcony...outside.” 

Absolutely correct, that’s where he left you when he turned around in your apron to go grab whatever he was sizzling in the kitchen. There was hot coffee. There was music. You couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t smell anything. You couldn’t fucking breathe.  

“I needed different air?”  

“Oh, yea...using the fire escape to exit the 13th floor was just the quickest way to get air.” 

“Right.” Not your finest moment. Not your worst, but it felt like the only decision available at the time. You needed to not be there...and if you went inside, he would be there. He would talk and you would- 

“If you wanted me to leave, you could’ve said so.” 

“That would’ve been rude.” 

“...unlike the polite emergency exit method you have going for you?” 

“Ugh, don’t name it.” 

“It’s basically your ultimate move.” 

“It is not. I only do it-” with you. You rush into your next sentence, not leaving room for him to push you further. “Anyways, I’ll probably be out for a while. Um. So, take your time and just take it easy. You had a rough-” 

“I already left.” 

“Oh.” You cringe at the way the word comes out, laced with disappointment or regret. You cough, covering up whatever that was. “Why?” Fuck, now you sounded cold as hell. Why couldn’t you land on something neutral when you talked to him? 

“Because I’m not gonna’ be the reason you run out of your apartment.” Did-did he mean now or then? His words sounded heavier...too heavy to just be talking about this morning. You blinked pre-emptively at dry eyes you worried would betray you at any moment. You’re not the only one getting chased by echoes, kid. Was this one of his? 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Your eyes shut as he exhaled into your ear, only the static reminded you he was at a safe distance from you. “Go home.” 

“I am sor-” 

“Hurry up. It’s too cold for what you were wearin’.” 

He hangs up first. You’re left with your throat full of the words you chose to stuff back down. There are so many choices that could’ve let you have a nice...probably great morning with him, but you chose the sit-alone-on-a-park-bench-with-one-slipper-in-your-hand-and-a-cell-phone-in-the-other adventure.  

You could have let yourself soak in the happiness that was Katsuki humming in your kitchen. You could have reflected the smile he gave you instead of looking catatonic. You could have just breathed the air at home. You could have sat down instead of darting down a ladder that had seen better days. You could have talked. You rubbed at your throbbing head. Fuck, you could have at least had a cup of coffee.  

a/n she’s a runner she’s a track star

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