#i'm just. so sad. it's hard to breathe. i wanna be angry w/ him but maybe i was just stupid to trust him like that

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

i don't know what to do

[fuxuannie]

🐠 haii for the requests milestone thingy could u do pavitr prabhakar x reader and the prompt “are we ab to kiss rn” and then the other actually leans in? c: TY IF U CAN ‼️❤️💖

↳ pairing : pavtir prabhakar x g-neutral reader

↳ synopsis : request ♡

↳ authors note : EUEEUEEU this is sosososo cute actually, i love this idea sm. ATSV SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT !!! im not entirely sure if i like this.. bute eeurrueue i tried my best

You and PAVITR had known each other for a while, long enough that he trusts you with his secret of being Spiderman with how close you two were.

Now you were on one of the tallest buildings in Mumbattan, swinging your feet over the ledge as Pavitr sat beside you with his hand unintentionally holding onto yours firmly since there was a small bit of lingering fear at the idea of you falling.

"Jeez, finally.. a break." He sighs in relief, taking off his mask with his free hand as you chuckle. "Isn't being Spiderman supposed to be sooo easy, Pav?" You teased, watching him roll his eyes in amusement. "Well, of course it is. But it certainly is busy, and I really just wanna spend time with you." Pavitr answers honestly, noticing how you seemed to be even just a little surprised and he was very entertained by that idea. You can already see his own little smirk beginning to form.

You clear your throat to hopefully shift the topic. "What made you so burnt-out today then?"

It didn't take long for you to see how his face shifts to a frown, and you knew exactly what he was about to bring up. "Miguel.. he's been so hard on some of us recently, especially the new-comers who he introduced the 'canon events' to." Pavitr runs a hand through his hair, his sigh was a mix of sadness and frustration as he recalls the events that occured earlier in the day. "They just want to save their loved ones.. no one can accept that kind of information and simply allow it to happen, you know?"

You nod along with his statement, unable to even imagine the dread those people must feel, just waiting for the people they care about most to die for their own development.

"But that's a sad topic, and today is supposed to be a nice resting day for the both of us." Pavitr smiles a little to lighten the mood, squeezing your hand softly as you take a deep breath. "Mines not been the best either.."

The smile he tries to hold falters at those words.

"Mom.. she's still very insistent on the arranged marriage." You let out a forced and bitter laugh. "I don't.. I mean, I don't know if I want to marry that person when I'm older. I've met them twice, Pav. And in the future, I have to spend every single loving who is essentially a stranger. Isn't that even a little weird in my parents eyes?"

He hated seeing how hopeless you looked, having no choice in who you want to love is devestating and in some cases lonely. Seeing real couples on the street and wondering what kind of innocent love you're likely missing out on.

Pavitr stands up and your head follows him as he does so, watching his determination-filled face as he pulls you up with ease. "Let's not wallow in sadness, yes? I'd much rather see you smile than frown." His hand makes its way to your cheek, causing you to chuckle softly as you lean into the touch and place your hand over his. "Thanks, Pav."

And without thinking, the next sentence you manage to stupidly utter out is; "Gosh, I wish you were the one I married instead."

You can see the visible surprise in his face when you say that, before you realize what exactly escaped your lips. "W-wait..-"

But it seems like Pavitr seems more affected than you, the hand once placed on your cheek immediately pulled back to cover his mouth and the uncontrollable but flustered smile on his face.

"You want to marry me??"

Instead of a mocking or angry tone, he seems genuinely happy that the person he's had a secret crush on for year or so finally gives some sort of hint that he's more than a friend.

"Do you mean it? Like.. really mean it?"

"I mean, yeah! Anyone would want to marry you.."

There's silence exchanged between the two of you, staring at each other in confusion, disbelief and surprise.

"What? Are we about to kiss right now?"

Pavitr teased to ease his nerves, but imagine how much worse they got when you actually started to lean in. He begins to quietly panic, however in all honesty he wants to do nothing else but kiss you at the moment. What if he never gets the chance to do it again? He couldn't risk that.

He finally presses his lips against yours, albeit very very nervously but a kiss is a kiss and goodness is he into it. Pavitr melts into the intimacy, but is very quick to pull away incase you're uncomfortable.

It seems almost impossible how fast his heart is racing when he watches your eyes flutter open and the realization that you actually kissed Pavitr rushes through your head quickly.

...

"Can we do that again..?"

"Gladly."

[jin0]

Imagine Andrew having a pretty rough couple of weeks working and something small just sets him off and makes him angry and then starts crying and apologises because he loves you so much and he didn’t mean to snap …

and then having really romantic emotional sex with lots of i love you’s and kisses and affirmations 😩

the moment he sees you flinch away from him with that look of sadness on your face he immediately feels guilty. he's still too emotional to be able to formulate a sentence but when he sees you walk away he starts panicking.

"w-wait ! baby wait, please listen to me i... i didn't mean t-

"i know... i'll just give you your time. you might need to be alone for a little while andrew..."

the moment you try to walk away again, he just drops to his knees crying and hugging your belly. he doesn't want you to leave, he's sorry and he loves you.

"i don't want time alone ! i want you to stay with me ! i'm sorry, please i love you ! please don't leave, let me apologize !"

"andrew... i'm okay, i just want you to calm down and i don't wanna bother you..."

he jumps up, cradling your face in his hands and kisses your forehead.

"you don't bother me, ever... i just... i just really can't handle anything today... i've been dealing for a few weeks but now i'm so fucking tired. and it's not an excuse, i love you and i'm sorry for snapping at you like that. i hope you're know that and if not, i'll do anything to make it clear."

his holding you tightly but not to hard either, trying to keep you close to him. he only wants to feel you right now and when you slide your hand under his shirt to lay it over his heart, he just melts under you.

he carried you up to your shared bedroom where he spent each second repeating how much he loved you and you saying it back. each kiss was punctuated by a little whispered 'i love you' and his hand squeezing you tightly.

he'd been holding onto the back of your legs and wrapped them around his waist as you both laid naked on the mattress. his tongue tasted every inch of your mouth and his lips were going numb from never detaching themselves from you.

he slides into you slowly and your breath stops abruptly before picking up, still against his own mouth. feeling him, hard and throbbing as he slowly invades you all that while reminding you how much he loves you just makes your entire body shake. the contrast between the tenderness and roughness of his actions just does something incredible in you.

he's not trying to fuck you, he needs to feel you just like you need to feel him. you're keeping him tightly held inside you, warm and soft. he loves you and can't help but dream of staying deep in your soft, wet walls for the rest of eternity.

"i-i love you... love you so much baby... i can't breath without you... you're... y-you're everything... everything to me..."

"love you too drew, fuck... love you so much... all of you... so, so much... everything will be fine... everything..."

when you decide to take a little control and make him cum, he's soft a'd willing against you. his body is yours and whatever you decide to do with it, he's happy to be graced by your touch.

you ride him slowly, swallowing his little moans on your mouth and reassuring him as you lowered your lips and kisses his neck and chest.

"b-baby... can't hold it... needa cum, please baby... please, let me cum..."

you can feel him close and so are you. you grab his face and brings him forward, pushing it in your chest while he held your waist tightly.

"cum for me baby... let me feel all of you... give me all your love... make me proud..."

as soon as you say these words, he's on spilling all over your tight hole, filling you up so nicely that you both feel the cum drip out.

he's rolling his hips, pushing the cum into you and mewling, begging for your praises. which you're happy to give.

"you did so good for me... you did perfect, letting yourself relax... my good boy, aren't you ? filling me up nice, just like i want... love you so much baby, so much... you can relax now. you're still in my arms. i'm not letting go."

[waking-dreams-of-harmony]

The Last Dragon

Below the read more I've posted 7 very small sections of a fic that is based on this beautiful and tragic fanvid. I got literal chills watching it. If you wanna sob over our queen and her son wanting to avenge his mother, give it a watch.

I don't think I'll ever go any further, as my writing had an unfortunate run in with a brick wall, which then toppled over it and crushed any urge to write the next bit.

It's not too terrible--though it could actually be total shit, I'm not known for my writing 😂--and it was just gonna gather dust on my laptop, so figured I might as well post it. This was one of my ways of dealing with that fucked up last season within the framework of the show. I dont believe this is Dany's end, and I loathe with every fiber of my being what happened to her and her found family. And after seeing that video, the idea of Drogon doing everything he could to avenge the mother he loved more than anything appealed to that anger inside me. So I'll understand if this isnt for everyone ❤

Chapter 1

Mother.

He flies, great black wings carrying them away.

Mother.

Sharp, massive claws curl in gently. Protectively.

Mother is gone.

The cold creeps, burning against his scales the way fire never has.

Mother don’t leave.

A whisper on the wind calls to him.

Mother it hurts.

East, it sighs. It smells of smoke, and fire. Hope.

He follows, wings beating faster.

They took you.

The rage flares, searing away the cold.

They killed you.

The heat of it bursts within him, scaled skin shaking with the strength of it.

Fire and blood.

Jaws stretch wide, and the air burns red with grief.

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Chapter 2

The sky bleeds red from the dying sun when Drogon reaches Volantis. The whisper that drew him there stops as he lands on an open balcony.

A woman stands before him, black hair and red robes flying up in the gust of wind from his wings. His claw gently opens, Mother’s cold body slowly sliding onto the hard stone.

Crimson, mournful eyes watch the red woman kneel by Mother, pale fingers hovering over her, not touching, for a long moment.

“I cannot bring her back, Drogon,” she murmurs, regretful.

He throws his head back, bellows fury and sadness into the sky. No, Mother, come back. I am alone.

A faint brush at the back of his mind--where Mother used to be, his brothers, the thoughts they shared together--grasps his attention. Makes him look back down at the red woman.

“I cannot give you back Daenerys Targaryen, but I can give you something else.”

His nostrils flair, and his head moves closer.

“I can give you the revenge you desire. As it stands, you may be able to raze the whole of the Seven Kingdoms, turn it all to ash, but that would not be what your mother wanted.”

Drogon growls, lips pulled up in a snarl. Sheep. All are sheep. Betrayed Mother. Killed Mother. No mercy.

She nods her head. Comprehends what he is unable to say out loud.

“Yes, they all betrayed Daenerys, took from her and killed her when her visions grew too great for their small minds. They could not grasp that the Mother of Dragons was above all a breaker of chains. She would have freed us all.”

She pauses, then continues, her voice hard. “They need to be punished. And they will be. But Daenerys’ dreams must be realized. Dragon’s Bay must remain free. The Dothraki cannot return to what they were, raping and pillaging. And the petty lords of Westeros must be laid low. Those who destroyed Daenerys must see their reigns come to an end not only by dragon fire, but by the unification of the people they have ground into the dust, unified against them.”

“A dragon has the power to do great things, but to lead men, to lead armies, that is the one thing you cannot do, Drogon. Not as you are. You must be more. And by the Lord of Light’s grace, you can become exactly what the people need.”

Drogon rumbles in frustration, steam billowing from between his sharp, clenched teeth. He doesn’t understand.

“Human, Drogon. You must become human.”

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Chapter 3

They take Mother, to clean her, he is told. Remove the dagger, her clothes. Wash the blood away.

The red woman directs him to fly from the balcony, down into an open courtyard below. A large fire pit rages with a towering flame. It warms him, feels like Mother’s hand caressing his scales.

Dragons cannot cry. A mournful moan makes his great neck tremble. Human. Perhaps he can cry when he is human.

People in red robes enter the courtyard, one after another, until they circle around Drogon. His tail twitches. Their closeness agitates him.

The red woman appears, crossing the circle to stand in front of the fire. Hatred fills him when he sees what is in her hands. The dagger stained with Mother’s blood. Coward. The coward’s dagger.

“I am sorry Drogon. It is a necessary piece of the ritual. Soon,” she soothes, “you will have all you need to begin your campaign against the traitors.”

Another voice brushes against that same place in his mind. That lonely place where Mother, Rhaegal, and Viserion once lived. Soon, it too promises.

The red woman turns her head, scans the other acolytes before catching Drogon’s eyes.

“Let us begin.”

Voices hum together in chant, and the sky is filled with an agonized roar.

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Chapter 4

Drogon.

He groans.

Drogon, my love.

Everything hurts.

You cannot sleep forever, my beautiful boy.

He moves his head slightly. Cringes at the sharp pain.

Wake up, Drogon.

Mother? Why does everything hurt so much?

It’s time.

The voice begins to fade. He reaches out a hand, slowly, to make it stay, and freezes. He has a hand. A human hand.

Fingers curl into his palm, and the nails scratch against his skin, bite into it. His legs scrape against the stone as he slowly stretches out one, then the other.

He can still feel the fire to the side of him; it feels heavier, pressing on his skin but it does not hurt his flesh.

What burns more painfully is the missing weight of his wings. No flight for him now.

Cold fingers brush his shoulder, curve sharply to hold him when he recoils.

“Drogon?”

He doesn’t like to be held, or touched, no one but Mother, and his brothers, but they are gone. Gone, gone, gone…

“Drogon! It is only me, Kinvara!” The voice finally penetrates, and he stops pulling away.

Allowing for her help, he rolls carefully onto his back. Sharp pebbles dig into his skin. No scales to protect him anymore.

He feels her fingers move to his face, tracing the human features. “Open your eyes Drogon. See what the Lord of Light has gifted to you.”

Gift? No gift. Just more pain. Weakness. But he opens his eyes. The fire from the pit is soothing, warm. Warmer than...before. Would it burn him? His hand flinches towards it but he’s not close enough to touch.

He turns his eyes toward Kinvara. She is smiling, eyes reflecting the fire’s light.

She waves a hand towards an acolyte. “Bring me a robe. We must cover our dragon prince.”

Red cloth is laid over him, and two other acolytes help Drogon to sit. They hold him up as the other wraps the robe around him more securely.

Drogon grits his teeth, blood rushing angry and hot.

He tries to talk, mouth struggling to form the human words. “W-We—” He growls, tries again. “W-Weak.”

“For now,” she says. “But you will grow stronger, I promise you.”

Drogon struggles to stay awake, but bone deep exhaustion pulls at him, and his frustration wanes as he slips into slumber.

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Chapter 5

Four moons pass before Drogon is ready to set sail for Meereen. He was like a hatchling again, unsteady, vulnerable, and he hated it. Kinvara and her priests taught him the ways of his new body, how to eat and walk, to read their words.

Coarse fabric to wear instead of steely scales.

But now it is time. Time to search out Grey Worm. Daario. The Unsullied and Dothraki. Train with them and become stronger. Much stronger.

He knew how to fight as a dragon. Armies and castles were nothing against the heat of his fire. He must learn how to wage war as humans do.

Wrapped in a red cloak, hood hanging low over his face, Drogon is ready to begin.

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Chapter 6

They are waiting for him at the dock after the sun has set, Grey Worm and Mother’s sellsword, two silent figures who do not move, do not speak until Drogon stands before them.

Daario breaks the silence first. “Drogon?”

He pulls back his hood, unnaturally crimson eyes in a human face flashing in the near dark.

Daario sucks in a breath, then huffs out a laugh. “If the red priests had not sent word ahead, I may not have believed it. But by the gods, here you stand.” He reaches out an arm for Drogon to clasp.

He does so, hesitantly, but with a firm grip. Human greetings still puzzle him.

Grey Worm steps closer then kneels, bows his head bowed, fist pressed against his chest. “Ñuha dārilaros. Bisy qringaomatan īlva dāria. Īlon emagon ossēntan se nāpāstre skoriot pōnta iōrtan (My prince. This one failed our Queen. We should have killed the traitors where they stood.).”

Drogon does not know if he is asking for forgiveness or absolution.

Dragons have no real concept of forgiveness. He should be angry the traitors were allowed to live. But Grey Worm is kin, as the little scribe had been. Mother’s old bear too, and the white-haired knight. Everyone who had been under Mother’s protection, had been under her children’s protection as well. And would continue to be.

“Rise, Grey Worm.” His voice is rough and sharp edged, and it seems to startle the two men to hear him speak. “Those that hurt Mother, that used her and took her life will be punished as they deserve. But I need your help. So rise. Let us repay them with fire and blood. For Mother. For Missandei. For them all.”

He holds out a hand, waits.

Grey Worm looks up, eyes bright with unshed tears. His lips tremble, then firm. He takes Drogon’s hand.

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Chapter 7

They convene in Mother’s chambers, the map room he would never have been able to fit in before almost cavernous to him now.

Spread out around the table, the three men pull together a plan as they look down at the map.

First, they will weed out the opposition in Essos, solidify their hold in the east. Astapor, Yunkai, they will all come to heel, every slave freed. They would be as clever as Mother had been, keep the number of innocents lost as low as they could. Drogon would prefer to burn through the Good Masters, snap them up and tear them apart, but for Mother, he would be patient, and take the slower path. All the slavers would still die, and their victims would live, and live free.

But for what Drogon had planned, he needed steel in place of claws, armor instead of dragonhide. He needed Grey Worm and Daario to make him as fearsome as a human as he’d been as a dragon. And that would take time.

He ground his blunted teeth together; he hated waiting. Hated it. But let the traitors think they were safe for a while longer. It would be all the sweeter when he ripped that feeling of safety away, just as they ripped Mother away from him. His brothers. His home.

They would feel his pain. And then they would feel nothing at all.

[fortheloveofkuroo]

Open Sky

A/n: This was my first ever Bakugou angst. Hope ya'll like and enjoy it. Pardon for any typos or grammatical error. English is not my first language and i'm still learning ^^

Bakugou Katsuki × F!Reader

!!WARNING!! - Suicide Attempt & Swearing

Part 2

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"NO! PLEASE!"

You plead. Already lost count on how many times you did this to a boy infront of you.

The figure with ash blonde locks that standing tall in the edge of the roof seems not bothered by your presence at all.

Both of your hands are trying to reach those strong yet slim body to stay away from the edge of the building. But he's too quick.

However, you managed to put one hand on his dusty with dirt uniform shirt. Yanking him away from those dangerous edges. Leaving him fall on top of your body as you check any of his body parts that hurt.

"Stay the fuck away." he slapped your hand and proceed to stands up.

"Wait you-"

Your words cutted off with a single stare of his ruby like eyes.

"Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing here? I though no one supposed to be here." his tone is stern and clear.

"That's my question! Why are you here and why are you trying to jump?!" you shouted, pretty loud. Your (E/C) eyes covered in worried.

"It's none of your bussines. Who are you? Answer my fucking question." the boy, who's now looking at you angrily asked again.

"O-Oh.. Um.. I'm (Y/N). From class 1-B." you offer your hand, hoping for a shake but the boy ignores it.

"If you don't have any bussines right here, fuck off. I'm about to fuckin rage and i don't want anyone bothering me." he said clearly. Piercing your (E/C) eyes with a long stare before he stands up.

"You're Bakugou right? The First winner of Sport Festival? The "interesting" boy from 1-A?" you asked, trying to get his attention one more time. Couldn't help it but you want to see his ruby eyes one more time.

His ruby like eyes are pretty. And he's pretty cute. But in those pretty red ruby pupil, you know he's been holding something.

The sound of loud metal getting hit slaps you back to reality.

"Guess everybody knows me, huh? Tch. "The boy with hard personality like that doesn't deserve to win!" "His temper is such a pain in the ass" "He shouldn't come to UA."" the ash blonde boy, who's now ravaging a piece of metal roof that's laying around muttering to himself. Quite loud so you can't help but listen too.

"Bakugou.."

One call and he doesn't even bother to look at you. His hand still clenching and giving that metal roof a hard Punch.

"Bakugou, hey.."

Two calls, his punch are slowing a bit. But he still keeping his pace steady, not too long he's back and punching that piece of metal angrily.

"Bakugou Katsuki!"

Another call. This time, you yell. And dear lord he finally turn his stubborn head to you. Although his face was annoyed as fuck.

A raw fist hit his right cheek immediately. And his body was pushed to the wall.

"What the fu-"

Your hands are now gripping his shirt's collar, bringing him close with your face.

"The fuck's your problem?" he asked ignorantly. Seems doesn't even care that the fact he's being pinned to the wall.

"You've gotta be kidding me.." you muttered inside your brain.

"Snapping you out from your mind."

Bakugou scoffs, which is the thing he always do.

"Calm down dumbass. I wasn't going to jump."

What? Pretty sure you see him about to jump earlier.

"W-What? No! You're going to jump earlier! You can't fool me!" you insisted.

And so, your position quickly changed. Now you're under this guy control.

His arms are around your head and his face is only 5 inch away.

Your lips will surely pressed against him if you're moving right now.

"Tch. How stupid. You really think i'm going to jump, huh? I know that you're dumb but not this dumb." his tone is mocking you but there's a slight happy tone hidden inside of it.

You brave yourself and stare deeply to his eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

He didn't move at first, then he clicked his tongue and push you away. Leaving you there with a slight confusion and curiosity.

"Nothing. You're just a stranger, don't get near me and play nice and stuff. It pisses me off." he said nonchalanty while rushing down the stairs.

"But you really not trying to jump, right?!"

Bakugou keeps walking while muttering his own words to himself.

"Not today."

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It's been weeks since the incident of the roof happened.

And a glimpse of his ash blonde locks and his back is still haunting you.

Those ruby eyes never leave your mind. Not even a second.

No one in 1-A nor 1-B knows your meeting with that hot-tempered Ash Blonde boy at the roof.

It's only between you and him.

"Say (Y/N), wanna train together after school?" asked a girl with an orange ponytail, Kendo.

You two make your way out of classroom, walking together trough the corridor.

Just before you answer Kendo's question. You saw that glimpse of ash blonde locks walking upstairs quickly.

"I'm sorry Kendo, but i have to pass!" you grin and go after that boy. You finally get to meet him again.

What is this warm and nervous feeling in your chest? Why are you so nervous to meet him?

Yout hands slowly opens the roof door and found nothing.

"Ah.. It's just my brain isn't it?"

"So it is." a voice from above suddenly answered.

"W-What?!" you look up and found his figure, standing on top of the building (see the gif)

"So you really following me here, huh? What a creep." he complimented while his ruby eyes looking at you up-down motion.

"Gee, thanks bakugou."

"Why are you here anyways?" you look around and trying to find somewhere to sit while asking him.

"And why exactly are you here, dumbass?"

"Answer my question first, stupid."

"Need to clear my mind." he sits by the edge and near the stairs.

"Cmere'."

You look up to him once again. Is he seriously asking you to "come here"?

"Alright.. Just don't blast me once i get there." you said, jokingly. But Bakugou seems not amused at all.

You carefully climb up the stairs.

"Oof. It's quite slippery." your right leg trying to found another stairs but unfortunately your leg slipped.

"Watch out!" If Bakugou's hand not quick enough, you must be already fall and hurt bad enough.

His hand catches your arm quickly and pulling you up in a second.

His hand is sweaty.

"T-Thanks.."

"Be more carefull, dumbass. It's just a simple stair and you managed to slip?"

"Hey! Accidents happen okay?" you crossed your hand and quietly sits next to him, hoping that he doesn't mind.

A gentle wind caresses your cheek. The weather is surprisingly nice today. Sunny and not too hot.

Your eyes catches something wonderful from up here. The view of whole town in 360° from the roof.

"Wow.. The view is.." "Amazing. I know." Bakugou finishes your words.

"Like you." you added a smile.

His head immediately turn towards you in a second.

"What did you say, dumbass?"

"You're amazing?" he shrug your shoulders, giving him a "what?" look.

It seems that it's working.

"Bakugou, i know we just met like weeks ago but. I gotta say this, i admire your strong and intelligence."

Bakugou keeps quiet. He doesn't know how to react actually.

"Should i say thanks or what?" he think.

"But i also admire your soft side like this." you quickly wrapped your hands around him and hugged him. Making him flinch and you can feel his blood boiled up.

"HEY?! THE FUCK YOU DOIN DUMBASS?! LET ME GO-"

"Bakugou when was the last time you received a hug?"

It made him silent.

His stiff body slowly loosen up and he slowly but carefully rest his head to your shoulder.

"....Elementary." he answered with a small sigh.

You rub his back slowly and smiles.

"Bakugou.. You can always open up to me. No matter what's your problem. I'm a good listener, you know?" you chuckled.

"Then, what do you say about why people always see me.. As a bad guy."

Silence.

You're quite shocked actually. The great Bakugou. The great powerfull Bakugou Katsuki.

"Oh.. I thought you never think about those thing.. You always seems so strong.."

"I- I COULDN'T HELP IT OKAY?! IT'S.. IT'S JUST.."

Your hand finds its way to his hair and pat it slowly.

"It's been there in my mind. I tried to ignore it and think of something else but it's still there!" Bakugou yell. Complaining like a child.

"I hate it.. I hate it when i'm like this. I looked so weak and need other people. I don't like this yet i'm stucked here with you."

Ouch. Kinda hurt you though when he said he don't like this.

"Bakugou.. Every people have problems. Even like the most powerfull human being, let's say All might." his breathing is out of control and you can feel his shoulder is shaking and shuddering.

"It's not weak and embarrasing to think like that. You need a support. And i'm here for you." you smiled again, trying to get his sad face brighten up a little.

"You are not a bad person. Well, you are a hot-tempered and a little harsh. And you never show a friendly face at all? Which makes people think that you're always angry which is true. But deep inside, i know you're a good guy."

"Are you comforting me or insulting?" his raspy voice breaks your laugh.

"Sorry, couldn't help it. But i see you once when you're doing your internship, you found a lost kid and immediately take her to the closest police station instead of letting her alone. And you wait for her too! Altough she's scared of your face." you giggles, remembering your first meeting with him.

"Isn't that what everyone would do? Also how do you know so much?" he asked curiously. Still cozy in your arms.

"Well, actually i'm under the same agency as you but didn't recognize me altough i'm the only girl there." you laughed and smile again, looking at the view.

"So Bakugou, don't feel down. You know you are not a bad person, if you don't know, then i tell you right know. If you're a bad person, i will not sit close beside you like this." you give him a sweet look and a pat on his shoulder.

"The fuck that supposed to mean, dumbass?" he looks quite puzzled with your words so you let a sigh and looks at the open sky.

"It's my Quirk. My Quirk let me know wether people have a good and pure heart or no. And yours, it's clean. But i can see some of grudges and rage that you're holding and keep to yourself." you explained and Bakugou scoffs.

"Is that Quirk even usefull in a fight?"

"Actually it does. I can read minds too y'know." you smirk to him.

"Thank's though, that's very nice of you calling me badass." you chuckled after reading his mind right after you explained your Quirk to him.

"Y-You fucking.."

"Alright! You feel better Baku? I'm hungry. You wanna get lunch?"

Bakugou looks away and muttered.

"..Sure dumbass. Let me.. Fuckin pay. I ..owe you."

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I think I'm dumb but I can't seem to find one of those writing prompt thingys on your blog though I could have sworn I saw one somewhere... is it still ok if I request a drabble? If not then please ignore this and sorry for barging in! May I please request a drabble for John? We only see him angry/we wanna fight him side; it would be neat to see the deputy w/ sad, scared/desperate side of him. Kinda his "human" side of him I suppose?

oooooh i’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, esp after joseph’s eulogy for him

this is pretty canon divergent in that the deputy doesn’t kill john after the plane crash. 

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John Seed looks like a lost child, propped up against the rippled steel wall of the equipment shed that Rook’s dragged him to. His eyes are wide and shocked, hands hanging limp in his lap. Every now and again, he looks out at the dark woods surrounding them like he’s waiting for something to come staggering out of the trees. His chest heaves in a few short, shallow breaths, and then he seems to collect himself back into stunned silence. Rook thinks he might be trying to shake off the crash, but something tells them that there’s far more to it than that. 

He’s tried to say a few words, but most of them have just come out angry and terse. It reminds Rook of a child lashing out at something because they don’t understand it. He’s struck out once when Rook took the key from his neck, and howled something about Rook not caring about–

About what? Rook puzzles over it as they sit beside him, not even attempting to disguise their examination of him. At this point, with all they’ve gone through together, there’s no niceties or social expectations forming walls between them. John’s nearly killed them, and Rook’s now returned the favor in spades. All anyone needs to do is look at the charred wreckage of Affirmation to know that. 

All anyone needs to do is just look at John.

He shivers once and clenches his fists, and then lets out a long, shuddering breath. Rook watches him blink hard like he’s trying to clear his vision, and then suddenly he turns his head to look at them again. At this point, Rook expects another verbal barrage. Something about ruining plans and missions, or about their sins and how Wrath consumed them.

“He’ll come for me, you know,” John finally says, his voice almost deceptively soft. It seems like he’s screamed himself out, burning a fuse to ash after a massive detonation. 

Rook frowns. “Joseph?”

He slowly nods, turning his eyes to the ground. “I failed him. I failed the Project,” he says. Something sardonic flares up long enough for him to twist his lip. It’s almost a grin, but the humor is cold and lifeless. “You should have just killed me.”

It’s so unlike John to say, especially after all of his monologuing and proselytizing, after the broadcasted torture sessions, the long-winded chastising over the radio, and every small, personal touch he’s put on Holland Valley to make it abundantly clear that John Seed held dominion. Rook can’t imagine that John would ever try to shake himself down or crave his own death, but they also know that he’s not lying. Something about his potential fate has shaken him down to his base elements. 

When Rook doesn’t immediately reply, John’s left hand rises to his chest, to where SLOTH appears like an angry wound across his skin. His index finger slides across the line bisecting the word, and again in the other direction. “He said this was my worst sin,” John says, sounding absent somehow, like he’s speaking to something in his own head. Then, his breath hitches, and the corners of his eyes pinch as he stares out at nothing. “Taking and taking. Never doing anything about it. Just embracing my selfishness. He said… He…”

His hand falls at his side and he leans his head back against the metal. And Rook watches as one tear snakes out of the corner of his eye, slipping silently down his face. He sniffs hard and wipes it away before turning to look at Rook. Anything accusatory in his glare is tempered by his bloodshot eyes.

“And you,” he manages to say, the words straining out of him. Rook half expects another rant, a one-sided screaming match with John’s own particular brand of madness at the helm. “He made me think that you– He told me that everything was happening for a reason, that you were the one punishing me for my failures. My failures, Deputy!” The laugh he barks out comes out more like a sob, and his wide eyes–wild, and so, so blue–are trained on Rook with agonizing intensity, like he can’t believe they’re real. “That it was sloth that was ruining the Project. My sin. Somehow, I was responsible for what you were doing, because I wasn’t doing enough.”

Rook doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know if anything they could say could matter right now. It’s like watching John immolate himself, lighting fires at his edges so the flames can consume his core. 

“He was right,” John says with something like dejected acceptance. He laughs again, shoulders slumping as he does. “I wasn’t doing enough to stop you. I had hundreds of chances to just put a bullet in your head and be done with it, and I didn’t.”

Rook looks at him, into his eyes that are bright like he’s feverish. He’s untethered, and if any part of him regrets what he’s saying, he’s making no sign of it.

“Why?” Rook finally asks. It’s the question that’s smoldered in them for weeks.

Why hasn’t he killed them? Why has he given them chance after chance to escape his custody? Why has he paid so much attention to them, only to seem like he’s turning a blind eye at the most inopportune moments?

“You really want to know, Deputy?” John asks, his voice trembling like Rook’s never heard before. He always sounds so sure of what he’s saying, like he’s practiced his speeches dozens of times. “Because Joseph wants to know, too.”

Rook nods slowly, unsure of what that might mean.

“Because I didn’t want to kill you,” John says. “I wanted you to confess and atone. I wanted…”

He trails off again, eyes closing but failing to stem more tears. It’s the most vulnerable Rook has ever seen him, only comparable to the open, wounded look he gave his brother at the baptism. 

“I wanted. I’ve been nothing but selfish this entire time,” John chokes out. “Joseph was right. He’s always been right.”

It might be a boundary not intended to be crossed, but Rook’s an expert in crossing boundaries just like it. Slowly, they reach out for John’s left hand, not grasping it but simply resting theirs on top of his. He flinches like he’s been struck, but doesn’t pull his hand away completely. Rook only feels it jerk under their palm, and he stills after that.

“What was he right about?” Rook asks softly.

John swallows hard, and then shakes his head. Rook feels his hand trembling under theirs. “I can’t–” he starts, and cuts himself off with a round of chest-deep coughing. He’s worked himself up, and only reminded Rook that both of them are still sitting in a post-accident haze, and John’s undoubtedly wounded and still in some kind of shock. 

“Okay,” Rook says quietly. “We’re going to go somewhere else, and then we can talk.”

John looks at them, red-eyed and wrecked. His eyes seem bright but glazed, like he’s lost in his own head. But even so, he nods slowly. “Away from Joseph,” is all he manages to say.

Rook nods in return. “Away from Joseph,” they promise.