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w0rmm1lk · 4 months

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I saw that you were receiving requests and I was wondering if you could write a Bakugou x male reader angst (both adults and married if possible, but it doesn't necessarily have to be.) where they There's an argument and the reader leaves the house at night and comes back just a week later (because Bakugou said some bad things. I don't think he would do that but I love angst where the character almost literally has to kneel down and ask the reader for forgiveness 😭😭😭) I'm sorry if it's too detailed and forgive my English, I'm Brazilian and I'm using Google Translate ☠️... (oh! and with a happy ending please🥺)

Yayyy first request hehe

Summary: reader and bakugo got into a small argument about bakugo not being home enough due to his hero work, bakugo being himself the argument escalated into something worse.

reader: Male

other details: Hero!Bakugo, Readers job not mentioned (can be read as hero reader or other). It is mentioned that reader has a sibling but details about them are not specified.

warnings: angst-(fluff at end), swearing(its bakugo what did you expect) implied married reader and bakugo but not mentioned. Kinda ooc but I tried my best 🥲

You and bakugo had been together for quite some time. You first started the relationship when he was in his second year at UA, but you had known eachother since middle school. So of course you knew eachother very well, and were very close. Or well, as close as you can be with bakugo.

when you first got together he had been quite distant, but you understood. He wasn’t use to this kind of thing, yet it didn’t take him long to adjust. Long story short after he graduated you both ended up moving in together.

you had quickly gotten use to how much bakugo worked. He was so desperate to be the No.1 hero, and of course as his boyfriend/husband you supported him in that. Yet, sometimes you felt that he was more focused on that than you. He was rarely ever home leaving you to do most of the house work, including the laundry, dishes, buying groceries, ect. at first it wasn’t anything to worry about, you were mostly okay with it since you got to stay home most of the time, but sometimes it would get lonley. It was weird… you had been in a relationship for so long and even lived with him yet the house felt so empty and devoid of life. You thought that it was maybe a good idea to bring this up with bakugo. He would understand…right?

You ended up needing to stay up quite late that night waiting for him to return. He always worked overtime just to get his rank higher. He was already in the top ten… why did he worry so much…?

you felt a small jolt of surprise when you heard the front door unlock, sitting up you looked over to see bakugo. Despite being right there he didn’t seem to notice you.

“Katsuki..? Can we talk real quick?” You spoke, trying to seem calm. Despite this your heart was beating like crazy, it felt like some part of you was screaming to not bring up the issues. “Hm? Oh, you’re still awake.” He replied.. yet it seemed quite delayed.

“ah- yeah… but we need to talk.” He looked over with an annoyed expression. “Not right now.” His reply… shocked you to say the least. “Katsuki. It’s important. It’ll be quick I just need to—“ he cut you off with an annoyed sigh. “I said not right now Y/N.”

“This can’t really wait for later—“ he glared. “Do you not get what *not right now* means?” He raised his voice slightly as he spoke, his eyes piercing into your softer gaze. “It’ll be quick—! I swear.” You spoke, hoping that he would take a moment to sit down and hear you out.

he rolled his eyes tilting his head back letting out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” I felt a bit of relief as he accepted. I waited a moment as he sat down on the couch beside me. “The hell do you want? It’s so goddamn late.” Despite him agreeing to speak it was clear how much he didn’t want to.

“i… I was thinking, could you maybe… try spending a bit more time at home…? I know how important your hero work is to you- and I don’t want to stop you from reaching your goal but… we haven’t really spent much time together in the last few months, and— I guess I’ve been kinda lonley…?”

he stared at you, his gaze not breaking for even a second as he spoke. You looked back as you finished, expecting him to understand, but instead you were met with a rather… interesting, expression.

his expression gave off the kinda mood of *are you being serious?*

“that’s what this was about? This is what was so fucking important you just had to talk about it right now?”

what he said… it almost hurt slightly. “What…? What do you mean? I think this is something that’s pretty important.” He rolled his eyes at your response. “Tch, I get how needy you are but I can’t just throw away all my work just for you.”

“what-? I- that’s not what I’m saying-! You’re only ever home at night after I’m asleep and you’re gone once I wake up! I’m not being needy! And asking to see you at least once everyday while living in the same house is not being needy!”

his expression made it clear he was pissed off. “Do you not realise how important my work is? How important it is for me to become no.1? Or does it all not matter to you?!” You stare at him in slight shock, it was weird how much he was misunderstanding the situation.

“that’s not what I mean! I just want to spend more time with you-! If I’m going to be stuck at home all day I at least want to see someone-! Especially you!”

“I can’t just throw away my work to spend my whole day with you! My life doesn’t revolve around you!” He stood up looking down at you.

“Katsuki! That’s not what I mean-! You—“ He cut you off. “If you think I can put everything aside just for you then— you’re mistaken.” There was an awkward silence in the room for just a moment. “You should just go.” You stared at him, your eyes locked onto eachother. “What…?” “Tch— I said you should go-!”

“Katsuki— what are you talking about?!”

“…. You know damn well what I mean.”

the silence started again lasting for a good twenty seconds. You could feel the tears building up yet not spilling. “Fine.” You stood up grabbing your phone and keys walking out the door. You didn’t know what to do but just listen.

you looked at your phone for just a moment before texting your sibling, you didn’t really have anywhere to stay so you hoped they would let you crash at their place for a bit. You stare at the small screen… it was late so you could only hope they were still awake to reply. The amount of relief you felt when your screen lit up and a small notification read

..”sure.”

the next few days passed by so painfully slow. You stared at your phone most the time just hoping to see a notification from Bakugo, some sort of apology, or just a check up. nothing.

it didn’t help that he was quite a popular hero, you couldn’t even watch the news without seeing him.

after a full week past without anything from him, you realise that this was most likley an end to your relationship. All these years thrown away simply because you couldn’t handle not being near him.

you picked up your phone hesitating before sending bakugo a simple message.

“im coming over to grab my stuff. Be there in 20.”

you looked as the message sent, of course he left you on read.

despite it only being a 20 minutes drive, it felt like hours. Your mind was racing, you were nervous, scared to see him. As you walked to the front door you hesitated standing there for a good 30 seconds before finally knocking.

your heart was beating fast as the front door opened. “…come in.” He spoke. He looked more tired than ever, if anything it was a surprise he was even home. You simply nodded, stepping inside. The house looked like shit. You weren’t thinking that to be rude, it genuine looked like bakugo wasn’t doing anything to take care of it.

“y/n i—“ he was cut off staring at you, as you gave him the same glare he sent you a week ago. He averted his eyes like he was holding back tears. “Please— let’s… let’s talk about this….?”

“…what is there to talk about. You made it clear how you feel.”

“i— I had some time to think… a… a lot of time and— i- im… Tch— im fucking sorry okay?!”

you continued to stare at him, though the apology was genuine, you were scared to accept. You didn’t want things to just go back to how they were before.

“please y/n i— I didn’t realise how much I need you.. you’re so god damn important to me… i… took you for granted.”

you stayed silent staring at him. It’s not that you were being rude, you simply didn’t know what to say. You could see the desperation in his eyes but didn’t expect him to start tearing up.

“Y/n… please don’t leave me-! I.. I need you… please…” you watched as he grasped your hands tears pouring down his face as he struggled to even breath.

“im sorry for everything I said I— I had so much time to think and… I didn’t have my priorities straight! So please let’s just… let’s talk over this okay…?”

without a word you lifted a hand up wiping the tears from bakugos eyes before resting a hand on his cheek. “You’ll do better this time right…? It won’t just go back to how it was before…?”

you could see a spark in his eyes now that you finally answered. “I promise-! I— it won’t happen again just— please— don’t leave me…”

you let out a soft sigh. “I won’t leave you. And… I forgive you.” You heald onto his hands gently for just a moment before he pulled you in holding you close.

“i… don’t know how I ever took a man like you for granted.”

(end)

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bloodywings · 1 year

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night remedy

CW/TW!!!: self-doubt, feeling undeserving, I think this counts as anxiety, reader has a breakdown, hurt/comfort, deprecating thoughts. kiribaku x reader, bakugou doesn't talk too much, low-key semi-deaf bakugou, takes place in the future

2.7k words

Gender Neutral, plus size and POC friendly!!

I think that's all! please let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: I started this in September while I was having a breakdown lmao

anyway, thanks for clicking! enjoy!

“2:25” the red numbers of the alarm clock in front of you read. It was becoming too late to sleep by the second. But sleeping was the last thing you could do.

The room was almost silent. The definition of white noise was blaring throughout the room you were in. The soft blow of a fan that was practically always on. The rustling of a plastic bag, barely blowing in the soft wind the fan let off. And two soft sets of breathing. Your lovers lay next to you, Eijirou on the opposite side of you, and Katsuki in the middle.

This became a regular thing within a few months of the start of your relationship with them. A small disagreement ensued. Bakugou had been upset because he rarely got to sleep in the middle. You and Kirishima had both assumed that he wouldn’t have wanted to be. His quirk made him hot very easily, so two sets of body heat didn’t seem comfortable. That’s what the two of you thought anyway.

Turns out the blonde doesn’t like when decisions are made for him.

He had begun thinking that the two of you loved each other more than him. And he snapped one day. Only to be extremely flustered when he realized the truth of the situation.

You and Eijirou still tease him about it every once in a while.

Usually, the memory made you smile. But the weight in your heart made it practically impossible to do so.

A soft stirring from your blonde lover snapped you out of your trance. His arm is placed in a different place around your torso, attempting to get comfortable and stay sleeping. His stirring caused the red-head attached to him to stir a bit as well. but still, both remained sleeping.

The blonde’s breathing was the most prominent of the two. Blowing directly in your ear. But Kirishima might as well have been next to you anyway. His soft snores filled the room, usually, it was like music to your ears.

Usually? Yes, those soft snores have lulled you to sleep on many occasions. Now? You couldn’t focus on the soft breathing of your boyfriend if you wanted to. The dark thoughts were the thing keeping you awake. You took another glance at the clock, “2:41” the red numbers blared at you.

At that moment, you wished that the red hue would swallow you whole. Practically begging for it to take you somewhere where your head was empty, not a single thought. And the only thing surrounding you was the love of the two boys laying in your bed.

“y’know, one day they’re going to get rid of you?” the voice in your head whispered. The same one that had been torturing you for the past few hours. “one day they’re going to realize that you are of no use to them, and then they’ll leave you.” “Shut up” you inwardly groaned. “you’re only saying that because I’m right, they’re going to go off and be happy, without you”

Logically, you knew they loved you. They wouldn’t be with you if they didn’t. But your brain couldn’t help but scream about how worthless you were. How they would be better off with just themselves. Or maybe even a different third person.

Someone that's not you.

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the thought. But crying was not a good idea right now. The heaving of your chest might wake up your explosive lover lying peacefully beside you.

So you pulled the blonde’s arm from around you slowly, so as to not wake him. You succeeded, walking slowly to the door. Just trying to go to the living room of your shared apartment to cry, and then come back up as if nothing happened.

But just as you opened the door a groggy voice called out to you. “Where you goin’?” the grouchy blonde questioned. He’d probably woken up from the lack of body heat at his right side. “See, you ruin everything for them, they can’t even get a peaceful night of sleep ‘cause you're a crybaby” the voice taunted.

“I’m just gonna go and get some water,” you responded softly, turning around. whispering as not to wake your other boyfriend sleeping peacefully. “Sorry to wake you,” you mumbled. Katsuki sat up a bit, only to lay back down when the red-head let out a whine. His red eyes were piercing you, they almost made you want to break down.

“m’kay, don’t take too long,” he grumbled, snuggling himself back into the chest of his boyfriend. Which the red-head gladly accepted, wrapping his arms snugly around the blonde.

With that, you made your way to the living room. A place where amazing memories were made, it should have made you happy, but you couldn’t help but feel downhearted.

As you glanced around the room, the standard flatscreen tv caught your eye. It was one of the two that the three of you had to buy.

Memories flooded from when you got the first one. Katsuki had tried to mount the first one himself. Insisting, “You think those extras could do better than me?” And he did it, the TV even held well. He’d even boasted about it, claiming “you idiots should stop doubting me.”

Bakugou ended up eating his words two days later

You had all arrived home at around the same time. Just happy for the day to be over, the gruesome hero work had taken a toll on the three of you.

Only to walk in and see the TV laying on the ground, face first. The screen completely shattered. Your explosive lover expected you and Eijirou to be angry at him. But the two of you were too busy laughing your asses off to scold him for it.

you looked around at the rest of your living room. There were a total of two couches in your living room. One three-seater, and a loveseat. Polaroids strung on the wall brought more tears to your eyes. The pictures varied from the first date you had to the most recent. Each one was dated with Eijirou’s sloppy handwriting.

The very first one was when Kirishima had finally broken down during your second year and spilled his feelings for you two. And you and Katsuki both accepted.

The three of you went on a date to the fair. And Eijirou was so excited, he hadn’t been to one since he was a kid. He was practically bouncing on the train ride there. And he dragged Katsuki and you all around the fairground. Winning prizes for the two of you left and right. From stuffed animals to keychains to a fish that he had won for you.

He wanted to win another for Katsuki, but the blonde claimed “I don’t want some stupid fish that’s gonna die in three days” He scrunched his nose up in annoyance and disgust while declining the red-head's offer. Instead, Eijirou won his boyfriend a large fish plushie, as a replacement for the fish he had won earlier for you.

While your explosive lover claimed to hate it, the stuffed fish sits up at the top of your shared closet.

The most recent one was for your 7th anniversary, it was Katsuki’s turn to plan a date. And he chose to cook and take the two of you to a cliff. Fairy lights were strung on the trees, and a large tent to fit the three of you. Simple, but so thought out. He had brought you two there with just enough time to see the sunset. And then you spent the night in the forest, escaping the city life for just a night.

Those memories are what broke you, they had made you feel so loved and yet you felt as if you didn’t appreciate it. “Do you see what I mean? you don’t even have any faith that they do love you” the voice returned, mocking the thoughts it had implanted into your head.

You found yourself sitting on the three-seater, leaning over, and softly crying into your own hands. Your thoughts running a million miles a minute. You could hardly make them out.

Over and over.

But they all seemed to agree on one thing.

That you were worthless

Every piece of sadness came down on you in waves, from feeling undeserving of their love, to now feeling guilty because they’ve done so much for you, and you still don’t have anything faith in them.

But, nonetheless, you didn’t break down, just small, silent tears, with even softer sniffles.

Though you knew it was unlikely, you didn’t want any chance of either of your lovers catching you in such a vulnerable state.

But little did you know Katsuki had woken back up, realizing you weren't back from the kitchen, and had gotten up to check on you. And much like Katsuki, the lack of body heat had woken up the sleeping giant that lay next to him.

The blonde told his boyfriend to go back to sleep, but his boyfriend refused, mumbling something along the lines of “it's too cold without you.” Or at least that's what Katsuki thought he heard. Ejirou had a habit of speaking the intelligible language when he was half asleep.

The two tired men made their way through the house, with the red-headed giant stumbling the whole way there.

Out on a mission, you lovers made their way down the stairs, passed the front door, through the kitchen, and out to where you sat, with your face in your hands

“Sweetheart?” a tired voice slurred out. You lifted your head from your hands, and through your blurry vision, you see both Eijirou and Katsuki standing in the doorway. Both of them still rubbing the sleep from their vision. The red-head was the one that called out to you.

“What are you doing out here?” Katsuki asked, making his way to you with the sleepy giant not too far behind him. As you looked up at them, Katsuki noticed your cheeks glistening in the soft moonlight that came in through the window.

“Were you crying?” Katsuki questioned. His question caused the red-head's eyes to widen slightly, fully awake and alert after hearing the word ‘crying’’. Eijirou looked at your face, noticing your wet face in the same fashion your blonde lover did.

“Why are you sitting down here, crying to yourself?” Katsuki interrogated, and while you knew that there was no malice behind his question. But you couldn’t help but flinch at his rough tone, you knew he wasn’t actually agitated with you, but his tone of voice was not helping the thoughts screaming in your head right now.

Eijirou nudged the blonde, silently telling him to shut up.

“What Katsuki means is, what's the matter sweets?” the red-haired male queried. kneeling down in front of you. And at that moment, everything came crashing down on you. Your poisonous thoughts, the lack of sleep, the guilt, all of it came crashing on you.

And before you could blink, a racking sob emitted from your chest, which caused both boys to immediately panic. More and more sobs flowed from you like a messy symphony, and to the ears of your lovers, it was like listening to nails on a chalkboard. Just the sound alone was enough for adrenaline to pump through their veins in panic.

“Hey, hey look at me, ____.” Eijirou pleaded. His heart was hammering in his chest. He’d comforted people before, but this was different, he was afraid you weren’t breathing enough with how hard you were crying. But you couldn’t obey his command, you were way too embarrassed to even think of showing your face. After realizing this, your red-headed lover asked “Is it okay if I hold you?” The small nod you gave was enough for Eijirou to pull you into his arms quickly, whispering soft “its okay”-s and “we’ve got you”-s over and over.

You could feel how hard his heart was beating and it only made you feel worse.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was no better, he sat silently, a hand rubbing circles on your back. He didn’t want to say anything that could possibly make the situation worse. He knew his attitude was harsh, and he knew he had a reputation for saying the wrong thing in situations like these. If anyone had walked in on the scene, they would think he doesn’t care. But lord knows he cares a lot, maybe even more than Eijirou, his palms were sweating, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, almost as if it was trying to jump out of his rib cage.

It felt like forever until your sobs slowed down to small coughs and shaky breathing. Now that you were done crying, the situation began to dawn on you. You had woken up your partners in the middle of the night because you were doubting yourself. Sadness began to fade over into embarrassment. You hoped they could just drop this, and you’d go to bed.

But unfortunately, Kirishima was the first to break the silence. “baby? you okay?” he questioned with a strong amount of hesitation. He didn’t want to cause you to break down again. “yeah, ‘m fine” you sniffled softly, snuggling further into the chest of your red-headed lover, attempting to hide from everything that had happened.

Kirishima only hummed as an acknowledgment, trying to find the words to help you. But before the words could make their way into his chest, he heard a soft mumble from you. A very muffled and almost unintelligible, “M’sorry” fell from your lips. It was so soft that Katsuki hadn’t even heard it, which was good for you, he probably would have had your head on a pike for apologizing for something like this.

“There's nothing to be sorry for baby, nothing at all,” Ejirou whispered, one of his hands coming up from your waist to rest on the back of your neck. Rubbing small, comforting, shapes into your skin with his thumb. “like I said, we’ve got you.” your boyfriend reassured, with all of the love he could muster.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Katsuki mumbled into the crease of your neck, where his head had been sitting for a while. A small, “not really” fell from your lips before you could really think about the question.

All you knew was that the thought of speaking about your feelings was enough to make that small knot come to the back of your throat. making it borderline impossible to hold the small tears that welled in your eyes. you blinked, attempting to make them go away, but instead the small droplets were soaked up by Eijriou’s shirt.

After a small amount of silence, your red-headed partner suggested you all go back to bed. As the three of you walked back to your bedroom, well more like your two lovers, Kirishima refused to let you walk, he carried you through the kitchen, into the front doorway, and up the stairs, with Bakugou following not too far behind.

As you entered your shared bedroom, which had grown cold due to the fan being on high speed, you began to feel sleepy. you were fighting your closing eyelids when your lover placed you in the middle of your soft mattress. both men coming to lay on either side of you.

And when their arms wrapped around you, smothering you in between them, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. almost as if the love they had was wrapping itself around you, but not in a suffocating way, it had just enough pressure to let you know how much they care for you.

While the love of your boyfriends couldn’t make all your problems go away, it could get you through the night. and that alone made the future seem a little brighter.

A/n: Hii, so how was it? Please let me know in the comments! If you have any ways I can improve as a writer please let me know! (remember there is a difference between constructive criticism and being rude)

Notes and reblogs are appreciated

I hope you're having a good day! And if not, I hope tomorrow is better! bye darlings <3

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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I want to ruin my life and throw myself into an arc so uhh

Can i request class 1-A but like outcast reader? Angsty yk where theyre always dismissed in training and forgotten

Oooo I like this one lmfao I want so desperately to make reader this feral little cicin mage like from genshin 😭 buts gonna be gn

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 1-𝐀 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤

Aizawa was starting to become a little worried about you. He had been so busy with Shinsou and his problem children to focus much attention and direction to the rest of the class. Every time he would try to work on it, yet another calamity would occur and force his attention back on the main parties.

He was working on this little flaw of his, continuously checking in with and directing the others during training period. He never got to help you, though. It seemed that whenever he would look for you, you would drop from the face of the earth.

You were avoiding him.

You would sit on your lonesome in class and at lunch, with your head kept down. He's never once seen you exchange small talk. In all honesty, he's less worried about your physical capabilities, and more worried about your mental state. He has a bad feeling.

In reality, you just hated this class. Every day, someone would open their big, ugly mouth and out came nonsense that further convinced you of how undeserving they were of being at the top. You were only here because you were recommended. Your quirk isn't nearly as powerful or flashy, either. Why does everyone else get all the attention when all they do is fuck up and ruin everything?!

All of this comes to light during the next sparring period. You were towing on the edge of keeping up with one of the class' best, until you were unexpectedly knocked down. That was your last straw. How fucking dare he?

You were suffering a humiliating defeat as you sit on your knees on the floor, staring into the distance without focus, until your sight was infiltrated by the image of Midoriya. You hate that stupid brat. The hatred in your veins is only fuelled when he offers a hand to you and a pathetic smile.

Within a second, his hand is slapped away and the room goes silent.

"Get the fuck away from me. Fuck you."

The bite of your words is only dulled by the waver of your voice, and the tears in your eyes. Izuku is stunned, as is the rest of the class. Even Katsuki thinks you're overreacting. Kirishima steps in with a frown. "Hey, man... That wasn't cool-"

He's interrupted when you turn around and walk away, brimming with anger and frustration. How is he so much better than you?! You train every day and constantly home your skills, so how did he beat you faster than you could blink?

Maybe you were being a little horrible, but you've never learned how to offset your anger in healthier ways, so for now, you're happy taking it out on others.

Are you really that weak? Maybe, after everything, you're the one who doesn't deserve to be here...

How come they could always be nice to eachother, but they could never talk to you? Why were you ignored or given strange looks when you tried to open up? How come noone wanted to be your friend?

Aizawa, of course, figured you might react in such a way. Loneliness can easily turn into bitterness if you take your eye off it for too long. He needs to help you fix this.

He wants to keep everyone in this class for as long as he possibly can, and allowing you to exclude yourself any more than you have would be dangerous for everyone, including you.

It's with that, that he starts putting people in pairs for everything. He would force you to socialise if it was the last thing he did.

Every day you would argue with your pair, but it was worth it, because when you were offered kindness or compassion, no matter how reluctant you were to accept it, he could see that little spark in your eye. It was the kind of spark that made him aware of your guard dropping. You were actually starting to care about your classmates.

Obviously Toshinori immediately knew what he was doing when he saw Aizawa put you in a group of three since the class was uneven on a specific day, and he would offer up a smirk and subtle glance as if to say "wow, you finally got through to them".

He supposed that it's not your fault you don't know how to cope with your... Emotional baggage, much like Shouto or Katsuki, but he likes to make you very much aware that it's your responsibility to learn how.

When the day comes that you finally think to apologise to Izuku, the boy you've grown an annoying fondness for, he actually starts to cry. He's so proud of you for not staying emotionally constipated like Katsuki, that he actually floods the room and Aizawa has to open the window for him to violently sob out of so that the entire class doesn't drown.

Slowly, you start to grow a kinship with a few people in your class, and you grow especially close with your bubblegum haired friend Mina, and Jirou, who liked to do her part by teasing you out of your shell. Maybe, you could even learn what it's like to love and be loved back.

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suguru-getos · 5 months

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| Aftermath | Keigo Takami x f!TherapistReader |

-> chapter one

summary: hawks who has just lost his quirk in the war & coping with his life as a quirkless man, decides to finally listen to his own self & seek therapy. why did he choose a quirkless therapist? maybe to seek solidarity— or maybe, he hoped you’d not judge him.

warnings: therapy, childhood!trauma, bnha!spoilers, mentions of inner child healing, keigo talks about his childhood, mentions of toxic!parenting, cocky!kei as always.

a/n: don't mind me giving my comfort character and my loml some healing lmaooo <33 i had sm fun writing this istg it made my heart warm. this is a slow burn fic, and the reader is a self-insert on some points because i can get self indulgent tehee!!

You wandered aimlessly, looking around the suite-like cabin and then down the skyline. Tokyo was always beautiful, even now when winters had just started to greet. There was a foggy blanket of clouds covering the labyrinth of buildings and you could never get over it. With your next client, it was obvious your thoughts were along the lines of… an Angel flying out in the skies keeping everyone safe, now reduced to someone without wings. Still an Angel though, but that's what you think. Maybe he doesn't.

You grimly sighed when your eyes wandered at the clock, there were still 30 minutes to your appointment, normally… someone like you would never get the opportunity to deal with heroes so popular. Hawks was a no show after the war, people thought he had died. People thought he left Japan for good. Though a faint glimmer of hope always made you want to believe he's still around. To your surprise when he was your client, you felt a knot on your stomach churn with anticipation and excitement.

You sat on your velvety chair, the lights dim and comfortable to the modernized architecture of your office. You gulped, opening his file and looking at the passport photograph of him. The scar he got in one of the fights in which a villain named Dabi publicized his kill was there, siren eyes staring into your very soul were there. How could you even try to open up someone who looks so ethereal and so threatening at the same time. You feel just as nervous as your first time, the personality that Hawks carries eating away at you slowly. You shook your head, jerking the thoughts away. Be professional, he is a client and you're doing your job.

If you hadn't been so dazed by your favorite hero and your crush; you were quite a number yourself. Cut-throat, not afraid to walk the talk, stern, fierce, kind and disciplined. People respect you and you command it when they don't. Not afraid to force someone to bend the knee if they indulge in animosity with you. It's just… Hawks was someone you admired oh-so-much! You had his merch and posters after all. Not that he would get to know that, oh no. That'd never happen.

Takami Keigo, 26, Born on December 28th. Blood group B+, MBTI-> ENTP, Schooling and training and everything was blank. Difficult, this would be a difficult case to deal with.

How did you fangirl over him? Well, that's perhaps for another day.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. He's here." Your assistant opened the door with a knock and you felt your stomach sink, biting your lip nervously and clearing your throat to gain composure.

"Hey there doc!" there he was, with his magical grin and long palms raised up to his eye level as he waved. Wearing denims and a loose fitted white T-Shirt. Casual, cute, confident.

"Oh hello Hawks!" You manifested the same energy, greeting him respectfully by standing up and bowing a little. "Jeez, can't get rid of the name yet huh?" He chuckles, though your mind has already starting to process if it was a fake one, the carefully crafted hero chuckle or was he genuinely this chill.

"I don't think so, whether or not you do hero work, you own the name." you responded with a smile, ushering him to take his seat. Oh he manspreads, leaning back and getting comfortable. Makes you wonder if he can see through the cracks of your personality just as you're trying to see in his. Who will unfold who first…

You closed the client book you had, looking into the beautiful goldens of his eyes and making eye contact. "So, I know the first session is usually the most awkward one. People try to get to know their shrink before letting themselves to open up." You glanced, and Hawks looked like he would devour you whole. He looked invested in your words, not in a faking concentration way… in a 'I will listen to what you have to say' way.

"Allow me to share some stuff about myself then, my name is Y/N. I am a therapist good morning. Apart from that, I like to participate in various hobbies like kickboxing, journalling, playing games, spending time with my cat, yada yada. I am an INTJ, I think MBTI has started taking the same wavelength in Japan as Korea huh? Everyone's obsessed with em' I think."

"Well" Hawks clicked his tongue, clearly unamused by your introduction, it was brief and curt. Not a fair deal for someone who will unravel him… then again, you are his therapist, not vice versa.

"I think so too, do you know, a lot of the fans pretend to be INTJs because they tend to be compatible with ENTPs?" He chuckled, rolling his eyes. God he does know everything… there was a whole article about this. "We could do the quiz together if you have your concerns." "Shyeah- no, I don't. Just sharin' yknow?" he winked, noticing how you nervously pressed your legs together. He was wearing Killian's Angel Share, and Bad Boy… one of your favorite scents & the effects were almost affecting you almost at a subconscious level.

"Mkay, gotcha! So, anyways… I don't want to force you to open up, take your time in it. Let's start simple. How are you?" You asked Hawks, and for a moment, the barest of seconds, you could see his eyes turn to a void. "Yeah, good, never been better you know? Vacationing now that I have a sick ton of money with practically nothin' to do. Ain't gonna waste it otherwise by being depressed."

You clicked your tongue, oh he would not open up huh? Well, not that you expected this to be an easy ride either. "Yeah, of course. Money does help… helps everyone. At the end of the day I'm sitting on this chair to be paid a hefty by you." You hum, crossing your legs and getting comfortable too. This would be a fierce mental war already. From the determination of a hero and from a healer who's been sought out by the same hero.

"Then again, it isn't everything."

Oh except if you could tell that to childhood Hawks, it was… it was everything. His eyes pale with the answer a little. "Led a very comfortable life haven't you?" He smirked, giving you a miniscule opening.

"Yeah, luckily." You responded, smiling… "Clearly you haven't."

Hawks stood silent at that, and that was an answer enough.

"You were a rich kid since you started your agency, was this your teens or childhood?" Before Hawks could decipher, the session had already begun.

"Well, I was the viral news subject after they found out I was Thief Takami's son." He raised a brow, and you nodded. "Shitty murderer dad, mum?" You felt bad on being so professional, but you also felt Hawks would push you away if you were too kind. Some people have stopped treating him as a person ever since All for One had taken his quirk away.

"Mum was well, absent, mentally." He responded, and shrugged. "Dad was abusive, used to beat me up as a child and mum was too engrossed in her own shit I suppose. Happy for her that she has a new life with a new husband and new kids." It was amusing how Hawks didn't sound salty about it… it could only mean detachment to the finest. A befitting coping mechanism.

"You didn't have to go through that, I'm guessing if I needed to ever, talk to baby Hawks, I can't have a childhood photograph?" You glanced hopefully. "Nah, not a single childhood photograph. Dad was too paranoid of things and mum didn't care."

"We usually uh, have this exercise you know? That you'd keep a picture of your childhood self at your bathroom mirror and remember who you're talking about whenever you feel self-doubt." You smiled, looking into his eyes with empathy but no pity.

"Well, too bad." He chuckled, embarrassed and definitely not liking this emotion.

"Who cares at the end of the day, it's just the first few years of your life." He responded again balming his own thoughts more so than talking to you.

"Yeah, but every phase of our life is important. When your father abused you, hit you, didn't you feel enraged? Or scared? Or both?" You bit your lip, trying to mentally detach as much as possible.

"I felt nothing. I just wanted to not end up like them. If I was as angry as him, then I would become like him. Even my childhood self knew I'm better than that." There was pride in his eyes when he said so.

"True, yes, however… no expectations from your mum to save you?" Hawks shook his head no, shrugging. "She'd get beaten up too."

You nodded, not writing anything down on the paper just yet.

"Alright, I want you to do something for me." He raised a brow when you said that, "I don't want us to traverse further until you try doing this, mkay?" You grinned, "Imagine someone coming to your home, breaking the door at the moment of your abuse, that someone is you. The big, pro hero, you. Then, I'd like you to hold little Keigo's hand, and take him out. How about that?"

Hawks gave you an expression which was a mixture of 'How absurd' and 'Interesting'.

"Do that for me, and do that as many times and in as many scenarios you feel like you needed to be protected. You needed to be healed from." You coo softly… meanwhile Hawks' brain lagged at you saying 'Little Keigo'. So far he thought you didn't know his name… despite it being telecasted worldwide. No, you just refer to old Keigo as Hawks, but little Keigo isn't Hawks… he's just Keigo.

Was he reading too much into this? Would you soon bridge the gap between little Keigo and Hawks? Would you call him Keigo too?

The alarm clock chimed, time was over. You glanced at it and then back at him. "Well, guess you wouldn't be bored anymore, of me." "Hey, give yourself some credit little Shrink." he winked, smirking, "You're really good at this, can't wait to see you next time." "Don't come until you don't do what I asked." "Sure thing jeez."

With that, he left, and you could almost kill yourself at the way you tried to imagine little Hawks in pain. No, attaching to clients is the biggest NO. Yet, you can't help but feel positive tingles at the thought of him doing that little exercise and telling you about it.

Until next time, Keigo Takami.

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neptunesopening · 8 months

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“what the hell?” you heard your phone ring and you left it up to see that bakugou was calling you. you picked up the phone and answered, “hello? katsuki?”

silence on the other end for about 15 seconds until he finally spoke up. “hey. i know it’s early, but can you come outside?” he asked and you looked outside and he was in your yard.

“yeah give me five seconds.” you put on some pants and some slides and walked outside to see him looking at the ground.

“what’s up?” you asked looking at him. “i need to say something,” you nodded and waited for him to talk. “we need to break up.”

you were stunned and it took about 10 seconds for you to process what you just heard. “break up? for what?” you asked, confused. you and katsuki had been together for almost 2 years now. this was so sudden, why would he want to break up?

“i don’t want you anymore. i’m sorry.” he said nonchalantly and you shook your head. he turned to walk away and left you there.

a/n - imma start writing more angst type stuff

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dahbeez · 1 year

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pairing: dynamight x reader

warnings: gore, slight angst, feels, swearing.

word count: 2.4K

katsuki realized that he didn’t know what pain truly was until now, or at least he never really acknowledged how bad he was hurt before this very moment. but now, sprawled on the ground between pieces of broken walls and in the midst of this thick black smoke that pierced through his lungs, he felt powerless. the worst kind of pain, the tight hand of helplessness around his neck, squeezing harder every second that passed by. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was choking on this feeling of despair and hopelessness. the blood loss didn’t have anything to do with his fear, it’s his pride that was wounded. per usual, he apprehended what others would think of him, bruised and broken, bathing in his blood. a pretty ugly sight for the number two hero, not mighty at all if you asked him.

he just knew that his legs were broken, and his back probably too. actually, he couldn’t feel a thing from his waist down. this alone made tears cloud his vermillion eye and an ugly sob made its way up his throat, staying stuck at the edge of his lips.

bakugo didn’t cry, he wouldn’t, no. he wasn’t weak, so he swallowed his tears and choked on his sobs. he could get up, he had too. the villain was probably still around, destroying more buildings, erasing more people from existence. it was his job to get up. deku would get up, he thought bitterly. so, katsuki had to stand, he couldn’t let the useless nerd beat him.

he had to get up. shitty hair and dunce face wouldn’t be able to handle everything on their own. they were probably lost without him. those extras wouldn’t know how to handle the situation, heck, they weren’t even part of the top 10. eyes shut tight, mind clouded with the thoughts of his… uh… friends, the number two hero realized once again how fucked he was. willing his legs to move, only to feel nothing, he let out a frustrated shout.

he still had to get up, he could faintly hear some dumb civilian under the rubbles, crying for help. it was his job to help them, whoever the stupid background character was, he had to save them. if only he could move. well, he was able with much efforts to tilt his head to the left. sadly, all he saw was thick black smoke and more pieces of the broken city. no sight of the civilian, only crimson red stains painting the canvas that was this war zone. blood, the red liquid was most likely coming from his own destroyed body.

part of him was glad he couldn’t feel the actual physical pain. he knew his legs were done for, his right arm was bent in a weird angle and the bone of his wrist was sticking out of his skin. his left eyelid was shut tight, bruised black and blue, his eye hopefully, but not likely, still in its socket. he was high on adrenaline, so high that he barely even felt anything pint pointing to his imminent death. he didn’t feel the cold and he didn’t see any irresistible bright light.

but he knew. he was drowsy, paralyzed and didn’t even have the energy to use his quirk. he wasn’t dumb, he knew his body and its limits, despite bragging that he didn’t have any. he had to get up, but he knew he wouldn’t. he was practically a messy pile of broken limbs soaked in blood. useless. dying.

so much for being a top hero, barely a few years in the business and a stupid group of first class villains had him on the brink of death. stupid, weak, useless, second place.

fuck off, he thought. fuck his pride, his ego, his little inner spirit that screamed insults directed at himself, telling him that he was pathetic. he needed help. it was a rare thought, actually, it was one of the first time that he genuinely admitted his weakness. but he needed to get up, and he can’t do that when he’s dead now, can he? plus, the dumb civilian was still whimpering in fear, somewhere stuck under a building. bakugo could barely hear them. their voice was too weak. maybe they were dying too, scared and alone, only having enough willpower to whisper desperate cries for help.

a small, weak smirk appeared on the blonde’s scowling face. he knew what to do. he was the best at everything, but there was one thing that he was the ultimate, indisputable best at.

screaming like a fucking banshee. hopefully his vocal chords weren’t as messed up as the rest of his body. and hopefully his shouts won’t bring the attention of villains on himself. hm. well, he was going to die anyways, at least now he could scream insults and tell the world to fuck off until his last breath.

so with a new fire ignited in his remaining eye, bakugo started to scream.

"DIE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF CRAP VILLAIN, I SWEAR I’LL FUCKING KILL YA’!" he started, coughing on the smoke, but kept shrieking like a mad man despite the strain on his voice. "OI, SHITTY HAIR, DUNCE FACE! YOU GONNA LEAVE ME LIKE THIS? FUCKING COME AND GET ME, I WANNA PUNCH YOUR DUMB FACES FOR LETTING THE VILLAIN ESCAPE! USELESS HEROES! FUCKING, SHITTY, USELESS PIECES OF CRAP!"

he kept shouting, screaming, cursing, making as much noise as he could. at one point he set off a small explosion, smirking when his quirk manifested itself and not getting discouraged so easily when said quirk stopped working as soon as it manifested. bakugo, giving up? ah! never heard of that one.

"OI! I’M HERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DON’T IGNORE ME, I’LL KILL YA’! I SWEAR YOU’LL DIE, I DON’T NEED MY FUCKING LEGS TO END YOU. C’MON SHITTY HAIR, YOU SCARED OR SOMETHING?" his voice boomed in the empty air. he would never admit it, but part of him was scared that shitty hair and dunce face, even that ugly raccoon eyes, were in the same situation as he was. helpless and broken. dead, maybe.

he was getting tired. he was losing blood, he couldn’t move and the smoke poisoned the air. hot tears started dripping down his right cheek despite using all his willpower to prevent them from doing so. desperation replaced cockiness. "o— oi, does anybody hear me?"

only the distant sounds of a fight answered him back. the other pros were busy putting a fight against the villains, he was all alone. even the civilian he had planned to save had gone quiet. bakugo bit his lip, knowing that he probably hadn’t gotten up in time to save just one more extra.

"p— please, is anyone here? i— i can’t move. i can’t move, please," he had gone from shouting to whimpering like a fucking bitch. he was bitter about the change of tone in his voice, but he couldn’t control it. his vision was fading, the sounds were getting harder to hear, he felt cold. extremely cold.

he stopped shouting and crying for help, he just stopped and laid on the ground, still. he looked around with his valid eye, everything was blurry and the whole city had caught on fire. everywhere he looked he saw destruction. the broken windows reflected the vigorous red flames, and in the midst of all the chaos, a silhouette appeared, running towards him. getting closer, and closer. katsuki didn’t know if it was a civilian, a hero, a medic or a fucking reaper. at this point, he didn’t even care, he was way too tired to care.

"kirishima?" he whispered, trading the hurtful words he called his best friend for his actual name. bakugo’s eyesight must’ve wronged him, the silhouette looked nothing like red riot and still, it was getting closer and closer. katsuki feared that he had lead a villain right to him with his relentless screaming.

his breath hitched, and this time it wasn’t from the amount of smoke he inhaled. like an angel, or maybe a messenger of death, your features appeared clearly to him. he wished you weren’t a villain, no one so beautiful deserved to work in the shadows. the concern on your face was the first thing he noticed and despite your beauty — and if he were to have enough strength, which wasn’t the case — he would’ve punched you for looking down on him with that frown on your face.

"dynamight?" you said gently, your voice soft, but laced with firmness. "can you hear me?"

he coughed and grimaced at the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. "’m’not fucking deaf, dumbass."

you smiled genuinely, relieved that the pro-hero could still talk. it seemed you had come right on time, you’re pretty sure that the hero wouldn’t have survived the next three minutes.

"i’m miracle, i assist pro-heroes and their sidekicks on most missions," you kept speaking, making him focus on your voice while you examined the extent of his wounds. he had taken a serious hit, which meant pain for both you and him. "lucky for you, i have a healing quirk. you should be good as new in a few seconds."

"stop fucking talking and do your fucking job," bakugo hid his relief with spiteful words. you paid them no mind, reaching your hands down for the familiar black leather belt you always had with you. it never served to keep your pants up. "o— oi, what are you undressing for, dumbass?"

you held back a laugh, a playful glint in your eyes. "don’t worry, dynamight. i always do dinner first, and you haven’t even asked me out yet," you winked and kneeled in front of him.

not wasting another second, you put the belt between your teeth, making sure it was in the right place before removing your gloves. bakugo watched you carefully, not sure of your next movements and still wary of your actions. what the fuck were you doing?

his questions were soon to be answered. you place a gentle hand on his forehead, your fingers immediately tinted red with his blood. your other hand rested on his left cheek and katsuki almost blushed under the layers of crimson liquid that covered his skin. your teeth clenched on the leather belt, but your eyes were speaking to him, asking him silently to relax and let go. trust me, your eyes said. and he had no other choice but to trust you, his life was literally in your hands.

a bright light emerged from your hands and immediately, katsuki felt a hot wave of heat go throughout his whole body. he felt it course through his veins, pumping the missing blood, regenerating the fading cells and stitching back together his open wounds.

you screamed, your jaw tight and your teeth biting hard on the black leather belt. it was obviously painful, extremely painful to you, and if it wasn’t for the pure relief of being saved after all, bakugo would’ve felt a pinch of guilt for making you suffer.

it took about thirty seconds that seemed to stretch into hours in your case. it hurt like a bitch, the tears falling down your cheeks and the scream of agony you let out were telltale signs of your pain. but it was worth it, because dynamight’s legs and back returned to their perfect health, the bone sticking out of his wrist went back in its place and his missing left eye returned from ashes. you gave his whole body a rebirth, and you kept your hands on his skin until the final scratches right under his jaw disappeared. only then, you let yourself fall to the ground next to him, exhausted.

katsuki took a deep breath, feeling his lungs expand smoothly without an ounce of pain in his chest. he slowly brought himself up, his body finally responding to his wishes. his eyes scanned his surroundings.

"you okay?" he mumbled, watching carefully as you took deep breaths to calm yourself and spit out the belt which had deep dent marks from how hard you had bitten on it. he couldn’t help but blush when he saw you raise your head and shoot him a genuine smile through your painful tears.

"i’m okay," you lied. "i’m glad i got here on time to help you, dynamight!"

"tch." he frowned, ears red. you were obviously not okay. your whole body was shaking in pain and you were sweating buckets. he also noticed your nose was leaking blood and your eyes seemed heavy with exhaustion.

"there’s an extra somewhere under the rubbles," he mumbled, raising to his feet now that he was fully healed and strangely energized. he had to admit that your hero name was suiting, your quirk was literally a miracle on earth.

you smiled tiredly. "don’t worry, dynamight. i came across him in my search for survivors. he only had minor injuries, unlike you."

katsuki was actually relieved that the reason the hurt civilian had gone silent was because he had been saved, not because he was dead. the hero then took notice of how most of his hero suit was shredded and bloody. definitely not a pretty sight, and his support weapons were all gone. thankfully, the sounds of the fight seemed to have died down, which hopefully meant a victory for the heroes.

he assessed the situation quickly, and made his decision. you looked up at him in shock when he suddenly and aggressively turned to you and hoisted you up on his shoulder.

"wha—"

"shut up, extra. you clearly can’t walk. i’ll take you back to the medics," he grumbled, avoiding your eyes as his cheeks turned even more red. you gaped at him, unsure of what to say to the flustered pro-hero. "also, if you say a word to anyone about how i was crying for help, i will kill you."

he then bent to grab your discarded belt and without another word started walking through the rubbles of a broken city, occasionally stopping to harshly redirect lost civilians back to where he knew all medics would be to treat the injured. you remained silent, too exhausted to utter another word.

his hold on you was firm yet comforting, making sure you would never fall out of his grasp. it made your lips rise again in a little smile and your eyelids slowly closed, surrendering to sleep.

when you wake up, you’ll be sure to tell him he owed you a date after all this.

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crimsonredfeathers · 9 months

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~*~ Drabble ~*~

Dabi x Reader

Warnings: Dabi comforting reader during a breakdown

Word count: 100

🖤💙🖤💙🖤

"Doll, you gotta stop tossing and turning, I really can't sleep like that," he sighed deeply as he turned around to face you.

"Touya," you whimpered, no longer able to keep the pooling tears inside and your distress hidden.

His eyes widened. "Dollface," he opened his arms to invite you in for some snuggles.

You scurried closer, burying yourself in Touya's arms, wet cheeks pressed against his chest.

"What's wrong?"

And he would silently listen to every single word you had to say while pouring your heart out for hours, simply holding you close, his fingers brushing through your hair.

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summerlovingbaby · 10 months

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Simple and Sweet

Based of of a sketch from @not.not.sane on tiktok

Eijiro knocked on the door of the only blue house for miles. It used to baby but the color started to fade until it turned into a cool grey color, but Eijiro liked to consider it blue. It made it unique. He had been knocking on the door for at least 4 minutes and was prepared to knock all day if had to, hell he would have shouted her name, if the situation called for that.

Lucky for him it didn’t call for that. He heard the light click on, and saw the light blink on through the blinds in the window. He heard what sounded like violent shuffling in the lock of the door click open. He waited for the door to open, and it did, opened just enough for Y/N to peak out of.

“ Honey, will you let me in?” he asked.

“ No.” she whispered quietly.

“ Please honey I want to see you. I miss you, we miss you.” she said. “ Kat’s been worrying himself sick about you.”

“ I don’t want you to see me like this.” she whispered.

Eijiro gently pushed the door open, Y/N didn’t have the strength to push against it, and even if she did she doubted she would have, she hadn’t seen anyone in weeks and desperately craved someones touch.

“ Hi, honey.” he inhaled slightly.

“ I don’t look too good.I’m sorry the place is a mess and I probably smell bad, I haven’t showered in a week.” she said, she meekly ran a finger through hair hair and grunted at the effort and sighed.

He ignored the comment about the obviously messy house. “ Are you in pain?”

“ Just a little,” she lied, “ the doctors put me on something, it helps.” She was sure it would have helped, if she took the medicine. She couldn’t even open the cap or swollow the thick harsh pills.

He didn’t press the issue just helped her to the couch, her rabbit, who was hopping loosely around the apartment. At the sight of Eijiro she thumbed the floor excitedly and hopped over to him waiting for scratches. Bunny, as she was so creatively named, liked Eijiro because he gave her too many carrots and scratched her behind her ears.

Eijiro sat on the cheap leather couch they found on craigslist when they first bought the house. The three of them bought the house when they first became pro’s, and they long grew out of it a long time ago. They could have sold the house when they first moved out, but decided against it. It became a makeshift vacation home/ safehouse when necessary. They kept all the furniture because they were in the position to by more, and they wanted to freeze the house in time.

Y/N came here when the world got to loud and she needed to settle in a corner of quiet. Bakugou spent the evenings here when he was forced to take days off and Eijiro would always go with him, and Y/N went wherever they went.

And now Y/N, who got injured, crushed by a building and suffering major and minor injuries , retreated back to the one place that still felt safe to her. She disappeared from their main house without so much as a word and hadn’t talk to them in days. They gave her as much time as they could bear, and were worried out of their mind so they came to check on her.Katsuki took a slight detour to the grocery store to to restock the fridge, so that left Eijiro guiding her to the couch and helping her sit down.

Bunny hopped on the couch next to him and crawled in his lap, burying her face in his light denim pants and chewing on the end of his shirt. Eijiro would have told Bunny to stop, had he not thought of her as so endearing.

“ I’m sorry the place is a mess.” she said again. Her body sat up stiff and upright, he could see the bandages, wrapped all the way down to her wrist, and some wrapped around her neck.

“ That doesn’t matter, baby.” he said, he opened his arms, puffing out his broad chest, and gently coaxed Y/N to lean back into them.

Y/N leaned back as quick as she could manage, which was only slightly faster than the slowest sloth. The bandages wrapped around her hindered her movement and the violent waves of pain that occasionally washed over made her hesitate with every movement, but sooner or later she was resting fully into him. She wiggled herself to get as comfortable as she could be.

“ How about we get you all cleaned up, a nice hot bath when you’re feeling up to it, then we walk to the Fro Yo place around the corner?”

Y/N slightly nodded. “ I’m tired maybe later.”

“ I know it seems like a lot, but getting cleaned up and fresh air will help you alot. Me and Kat can help you walk, and if you can’t we will carry you, and after that Kat’s gonna make you soba, he’s at the store right now getting the ingredients.”

“ Okay.” she sighed. Her eyes fluttered shut and she went limp. “ You just being here helps.” she whispered. When he held her the pain in her body started to dull. She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep, she hadn’t in days so it was easier than she assumed it would be.

She fell into such a deep sleep, she didn’t hear Katuski’s loud arrival or the grumbling noises he made when he stepped on a pile of dirty clothes, and nearly tripped trying to kick them away. He made loud clucking noises before he saw Eijiro place a finger to his lips.

“ Sorry, I meant to help her clean up but then she fell asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her. It’s the first time I’ve seen her so…”

“ Simple.” Katuski finished for him.

Simple, and sweet, soft dimples on her face. Skin not pulled taught over her features with worry, skin smooth as a peach. It had been a long time since he’d seen her without that careful dangerous look on her face. The tense look in her eye, he smiled to himself, he wished he saw her like that more often.

Katsuki, as quietly as he could, because it was still very loud placed the bags on the kitchen counter, returned to see Eijiro trying to wiggle away from Y/N without waking her, which was proving to be very difficult, considering how close they were snuggled together.

“Don’ t worry about it, I’ll get started cleaning.” Kat said quietly. “ I like looking at the two of you together, I miss it.”

He kissed her on the forehead, warmth spreading across her face and making it gently warm and comforting. Together at last.

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sorrowfulrosebud · 6 months

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𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: in which Katsuki sees you get rid of a scrap book you planned to give him after he broke up with you

The breakup was… rough to say the least. You supposed it could have been described as a perfect mirror image to your relationship to begin with; the crushing pain of Katsuki being Katsuki.

Katsuki cracked his knuckles loudly from outside of the Heights Alliance building as he waited in the cold for you. Everyone was out doing something with the group, and Katsuki could not have been more quietly grateful. Even though he was going to rip your beating heart straight out of your body, he wanted you to maintain the dignity and pride that he had originally fallen in love with.

It wasn’t like Katsuki had woke up that morning and decided that he was going to break up with you; months of inner self-depreciation crept into his thoughts day by day, alongside the crippling realisation of his ex-victim’s strength and progress. The weight of his existence was slowly crashing around him, and he needed all of his attention for his strength.

Unfortunately, that meant cutting away dead weight.

Your happy humming could be heard as you wandered your way to your boyfriend. Your face lightened at the sight of him, before your smile drops at his scowl.

“Hi, Suki! Is everything alright?” You asked him worriedly, head tilted to the side. Katsuki’s scowl deepened, causing you to reach out to him.

“Suki please, you’re starting to worry me,” your voice rang through his ears as his hand locked around your wrist before it could reach his fluffy locks. There was a long pause as you retracted your hand, staring wildly at your boyfriend’s face.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he sneered. If he was going to break your heart, he had to rip it out and shove it in the blender. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took your hand back.

“Katsuki, I-,” you were interrupted by Katsuki.

“Don’t fucking call me that either,” he grunted, shoving his hand in his pocket. Tears threatened to prick at your eyes.

“I’m breaking this thing up. It’s not worth my time at all. I’m training to be the number one hero, so I have no time to waste on other useless shit,” his gaze steeled, no ounce of insincerity to be detected. His words cut deep like a sword, your knees feeling weak as tears cling to your lashes.

“Y-you don’t mean that,” you sniffed. Katsuki let out a gruff laugh.

“Don’t I? Look, I guess it was fun when it started, but my priorities haven’t changed. You were just a distraction, something I could put my mind to. I’m not wasting any more time on you, so just leave me alone. I don’t care what you do, or who you get with. Just don’t fucking talk to me anymore, got it?”

His strength was impressive, you thought. How he could say such horrible things to you without buckling or feeling barbed wire dig into his throat. You could only stare at him with tears in your eyes, before shakily nodding. You turned at your heels and unsteadily walked off, before delving into a run back to the dorms.

Katsuki waited until you left. And he waited. And he waited. Until your sobs could no longer be heard. His body shook, before hushed hiccups and cries left his lips. His exhausted body slumped against the wall, shaky hands knuckling at his wet eyes. Well, his dirty deed was done.

Life afterwards was rough for you. After being together for 10 months, your daily routine stung in ways you didn’t know was possible. You found yourself stopping during tasks you had grown unconscious to; you had to stop texting him during the day. Even just the silly thoughts in your head couldn’t be translated in a text to him.

You could only make protein shakes for one now. Laundry loads grew lighter, snack trips became quicker and physical touch with others withdrew exponentially. For the next month, you rotted in your dorm. You ate when Mina would bring you food, her hugging you tightly and angrily grumbling about how much of a dick her friend was.

You managed to stumble to class when you didn’t oversleep the day away. Insomnia plagued you like the Black Death, tossing and turning as you tearfully mourned the relationship you lost. You arrived to class way later than your ex would, avoiding all eye contact even though you were deskmates. (You soon requested a seat change).

Aizawa had had enough when you stumbled late to his lesson for the 5th time, demanding you stay back after class. You gulped and felt your cheeks heat up, embarrassed that your teacher called you out.

The bell for the end of class sounded, bringing you out of your daze.

“(L/N), stay behind please,” came the tired drone of Mr Aizawa. Mina offered you a smile and a rub on the back as she walked off with Kirishima, throwing you a sympathetic look when she left.

Mr Aizawa cleared his throat as he signalled for you to take a seat in front of his desk. He continued marking some papers as his onyx eyes slightly looked at you.

“Your grades are slipping. You’re arriving late to class. You’re avoiding… certain classmates. If you’re struggling, I’d recommend telling me now and continuing the course. If not, pack your bags and take your grievances elsewhere. We’re training heroes, so you need to be exemplary,” he said bluntly, eyes flickering back to his paper.

You sniffled a little, rubbing your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mr Aizawa. I’ll be better,” you promised dully, wiping your eyes on a tissue. His eyes looked back at you.

“I’m not an idiot. I can tell that you and Bakugou have come to some sort of disagreement. If it can get sorted, I would recommend making up as soon as possible-,” he starts.

“We broke up. He… he dumped me. He said such… horrible things to me. About me,” you whimpered, face screwed up as you clutched your uniform. Aizawa stopped writing before putting down his pen.

“I-I know I’m not exactly as composed as Todoroki, or as fast as Iida or as smart as Yaomomo, but I thought there was something about me that he liked. It just hurts how quickly he discarded me. I’m sorry for disturbing your lessons Mr Aizawa, it won’t happen again,” you quietly cried as you sunk your head in shame.

Only to lift your teary head as Mr Aizawa’s large hand encompassed your scalp. He looked at you with slight concern as you wiped your eyes.

“While it’s true that some of your classmates have advantages that you do not, a real hero doesn’t sell themselves short. Where Todoroki is composed, you’re bubbly and outgoing. Although Iida is fast, he often lacks the ability to let loose and enjoy the small things. And yes, Yaoyorozu is a prodigy student due to private schooling, but you put in the hard work and reap the rewards” his words soothed you as he softly rubbed your head.

“A real hero wouldn’t let someone who had to be chained up at the sports festival make them cry. So don’t sell yourself short. That boy has been in far too many detentions to have the nerve to point out your shortcomings,” he finished, removing his hand and gently pressing his fist into your shoulder.

“Understand me? I’ll let this incident pass if you can prove to me that you can put in the rest of the work and be a hero that everyone can put their faith in.”

The tears returned, but for a completely different reason. You quickly hugged Aizawa, his face immediately shifting into one of discomfort before gingerly patting your back. He let out his signature sly grin.

“Besides, if he tries anything, I can always say to Gang Orca that he needs more classes at the provisional licensing centre.”

You smiled at your home room teacher.

“Thank you Mr Aizawa,” you said, releasing him. He let out a small cough.

“Thank me with your actions. Tell anyone I let you hug me and it’s detention for the next month, understand?” He grilled you.

“I understand sir,” you giggled.

“Now go find Ashido, I can smell her anticipation from here,” he instructed.

“Yes sir.”

After Mr Aizawa’s curt but helpful words, you aimed on self improvement. You focused on bettering a routine, sleeping more and eating healthier. Days you would have spent rotting in bed were forced into activities with your classmates.

The breakup still stung like a knife, but it was easier to manage and slowly dwindled down to a papercut. You hadn’t talked to your ex in 2 months, only sly glances when he wasn’t looking.

Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki was absolutely miserable. Seeing you rot and struggle to cope absolutely murdered him inside knowing that he was the person who ripped your heart out, and that he couldn’t stitch it back together. He managed to keep his own composure, training even harder to avoid seeing you or bumping into you.

He nearly passed out from training, he was overworking so hard. It was his own fault, he knew that. He just couldn’t work past his issues with you there; you didn’t deserve to be at the end of his shitty stick.

The pride he felt when you started cleaning yourself up and interacting more with your classmates made his chest swell. You looked so much more beautiful and radiant; the person he fell in love with.

And dumped.

“Stupid fucking Sparky, gettin’ sick and makin’ me do his chores,” Katsuki grumbled, arms overflowing with bin bags as he stumbled to the large bins. It had been 2 months since your breakup. Or, even worse; your 1 year anniversary.

His heart was absolutely wrecked, but he could now slide quick glances to you without fear of you looking at him. He was so proud that you were able to overcome his asshole behaviour, and hopefully swallow any more feelings that you had about him. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sniffling.

He peeked his head around the corner, dropping the bin bags as quietly as he could. His eyes widened. You were stood near the incinerator, a thick book wedged in your hands.

Tears slowly trickled down your face as you looked at the book. A small smile appeared as you thumbed the cover.

“I… I thought we would have made it. I don’t know, I thought it was all going so well. I know I’ll never probably understand what was going through your head that day, but… it’s time to let go of the past,” you say quietly, rubbing your teary eyes as you open the incinerator door.

“I loved you, god fucking damnit! More than I think I could have ever loved anyone! I suppose a small part of me always will now, though. I just thought we had a better chance. Happy one year anniversary, Katsuki,” you finish as you let out a sob, throwing the book into the furnace. You ran off before checking that the book was fully inside the furnace, slamming the door and running back inside.

Katsuki waited until your steps made no noise, before running forward and pulling the book from the furnace. It was a scrapbook; the book was ridiculously chunky, with glitter glue and doodles smothering the outside, as well as stickers from your combined favourite TV shows. The furnace had charred a large chunk of the book, the smell permeating his nose.

Then he saw your names scrawled neatly in cursive. His heart started to thud as he thumbed the pages.

Polaroid photos of you on dates were plastered neatly on the pages; some photos he remembered, others he had no recollection of. Movie ticket stubs, post it notes with cute messages detailing your affections, stickers you gifted each other, silly photos from photo booths that you dragged him into.

Each page was a flash of white-hot pain. There were photos of him during a festival winning you a fish from a difficult carnival game, his eyes smoked beautifully with eyeliner as he grinned (and won the fish). He wonders if you still had it.

Another photo of his birthday party. The two of you had snuck off to your favourite spot in the woods, where he found that you had created your own picnic spot with a spread of his favourite foods. Photos of shy hand-holding, of him resting in your lap and vice versa.

Katsuki was struggling to see the paper for the tears he tried so desperately to blink away before reaching the last page. A whole page was filled with your writing, and Katsuki had to knuckle his eyes to read it.

Dearest Katsuki,

Wow, a year already! I’m so happy that we’ve come so far, my love. I’m so indebted to you for everything that you’ve done for me; helped me with training, putting up with me, hell even just being there for me.

I know I’m not exactly the easiest to get along with, I know I’m easily excitable and not exactly quiet. I love and appreciate that you can listen to me and not get bored, just as I do with you.

Training to be a hero is hard work, so I’m so thankful that you’ve chosen to take your journey with me, even though you’re training so hard to become number one.

I love you more than words can ever describe; you’re the reason I wake up everyday. I adore you, and I hope we can have many more years together kicking ass and beating Deku >o<

Lots and lots and lots of love,

Your (N/N)

Katsuki couldn’t stop the tears that trickled down his face. Reading your words of quiet insecurity, thanking him for things that he threw right back into your face like you were nothing made his heart ache so badly.

He clutched the scrapbook to his chest tightly, sending silent but desperate apologies to you as his head sunk to the floor. Guttural cries escaped him as his choices swirled through his head. The scrapbook’s cover buckled due to the force of his grip as he sobbed his heart out.

Months of self deprecation caught up to him as he craved your touch; he wanted you to hear him, to turn around and hold him tightly to your chest and never ever let go ever again. He needed your sweet affirmations as you played with his hair; “my number one hero,” you would croon as you hugged your tired boyfriend.

His stupid pride got in his way once again, and he finally came to the one conclusion he should have met those 2 fateful months ago.

He couldn’t do this without you.

The trip back to Heights Alliance was a painful one, but Mina hugged away your issues as soon as she saw your misty orbs.

“I’m so proud of you for doing this bestie. You deserve so much better. It’s time to let go of the past,” she told you softly, pink hair tickling your face. You smiled at your best friend.

“Thank you for everything Mina, I really mean it,” you sniffle, wiping your nose and taking a deep breath. You let go of your friend as you smiled at her.

“I think I’m gonna go for a nap, training was super rough today,” you told her, squeezing her hand as she squeezes back.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. Sleep well, and I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready,” Mina promised, giving you one last hug.

You gave her a wan smile as you walked to your dorm room, throwing a pained look at your exes room. You shook your head as you unlocked the door and got changed into some comfy clothes. Tired bones sunk onto your bed as you let out a sigh.

“It’s time to let go of the past,” you murmur as you fell asleep. As soon as you were about to beat Shigaraki to a pulp, a loud knocking on your door pulled you from your dream.

The knocking was quiet at first, then grew louder, more desperate. You thought it was Mina, and that you had skipped dinner.

You let out a tired laugh, getting out of bed and redoing your hair.

“Okay, okay Mina, I’m coming-“ your voice was cut short as you opened the door, seeing a disgruntled ex staring at the floor.

Clutched tightly in his hand was the scrapbook, as you looked on in shock. How did he get it?! He wasn’t there when you- oh fuck.

Katsuki raised his head, volcanic eyes plagued with tears as he wildly searched your face. He gingerly reached for your hand before sinking to his knees, placing your hand on his face.

“P-please take me back. I know I was a dick, but I’m willing to show you all of my vulnerabilities. Please baby,” he raised his head again.

“I can’t live without you.”

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thehusbandoden · 8 months

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You Flinch During an Argument -Kirishima Eijiro

A/n: this took me way too long, so sorry for the wait 🥺🥺

Holy crap this is long.. hope you enjoy this madness <33

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // WC: 2,516

Warnings!: Arguing, one sided argument, mean reader, insecurity, self hate, slight self harm (grabbing at hair), mention of bullies, crying, flinching, and a lot of apologizing. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

(it took forever to find this specific gif 💔)

"Y/n- I said that I was sorrry!"

"And I said I don't care anymore!"

"Y/n, please! You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable?! I HAVE ASKED YOU FOR ALMOST THREE MONTHS - YOU ARE SUCH A-"

"Y/n, calm down, you don’t want to say something you'll regret."

"You suck. You're a pig headed, selfish, work obsessed, slobby, jerk."

Kirishima was silent as you insulted him, part of him feeling like he deserved it all.

"Okay, y/n, I understand that I screwed up. And I know that I can't make it all better overnight, but please. You can not drive right now."

"And why not? It's not like I'm under any influence."

"Y/n, it's dark and rainy. That, plus your anger- is a sure way to kill both of us. I can not live without you, Pebble."

"Do not call me that." You seethe, glaring up at your redheaded husband.

Heart aching, Kirishima desperately thought of a way to keep you here with him, not knowing how he would cope if he lost you due to some stupid argument about cleaning.

"J-just stay here tonight. You can sleep in our bed, and I'll sleep downstairs. I won't talk to you, and if you still want to go in the morning, I won't stop you. If you're still angry, Ochako can come pick you up."

Considering the idea, you huff as you cross your arms, glaring at Kiri.

"Fine.. but I have a few conditions. On top of not talking to me, you will not touch, nor look at me. Deal?"

"If you hand me your keys, deal."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Or at least put them somewhere visible."

"Fine, deal."

"Deal." Kiri agreed, shaking your outstretched hand.

After you walked in Kiri waited a minute or so before following pursuit, closing and locking the front door with a relieved sigh- simply happy that you agreed on staying here for tonight.

After picking up the living room and washing the dishes, Kirishima deemed it okay to go upstairs to swiftly get ready for bed.

As Eijiro thought about your side of the argument his heart started weighing him down with guilt.

He truly didn't mean to be such a jerk. He didn't think about how overworked and exhausted you were.

In his head, he was going above and beyond picking up after himself, doing the dishes every other day, taking out the trash, folding both his clothes and the fitted sheets, and cooking breakfast almost every morning. He didn't think about the other household chores, how much work caring for the house took, nor how long and hard you worked on top of the house.

You worked shorter hours then he did, that's true, but you still worked hard and desperately tried to be patient with him. For over a month you've been gently asking him to help out more or do this and that for you.

When you asked him to do a specific thing he truly did try his best to get it done as soon as possible. Pausing his game to take out the trash, setting reminders to switch the laundry on his days off, scrubbing pots and pans late at night, and watering the plants most every morning before work.

But he didn't understand when you asked him to 'do more', he thought that he was doing a lot more than average, totally forgetting to consider that you work too and he's not the sole provider.

You had gotten really annoyed with how much you did in the house and how little he did in comparison, and confronted him once again after he got home from work.

He was quite confused and defended himself, not really seeing your side of things. It took ten minutes of arguing back and forth to actually understand your side of things, realizing that due to you both providing you both needed to tend to the house.

Guilt consumed him as he attempted to apologize again and again yet you wouldn't let him talk. After twenty minutes of this one sidedness you got angry and stormed out, telling him that you were going to Ochako's house.

Even though Kiri felt extremely guilty, he was mostly relieved that you didn't leave in these conditions, knowing that he wouldn't be able to function if he lost you for good.

Kiri was snapped out of his thoughts due to the tingling feelings of his hands going numb due to the cold water pouring onto them.

Sighing, Kiri turned off the water before sneakily grabbing a spare blanket, his pillow, and a pair of pajama bottoms from your shared bedroom, refusing to look at you as he hurried out of the dark room.

After changing and settling on the couch Kiri simply stared at the ceiling, going over your side of things and realising how much he screwed up and what he could do to change and start to make it up to you.

You jolted awake as a large crashing sound came from downstairs, hurrying out of bed, you readied your quirk in case of a villain.

"Ei..? Is that you?" You call, poking your head out into the kitchen.

"Yeah- sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay.. but what happene-" you froze as you saw Kirishima on the floor, shattered dishware surrounding him.

"Eijiro what the heck!" You exclaim, reaching out your arm to try and help the pro hero.

"I- I was trying to clean.. I'm sorry.."

At the word 'clean' memories of last night flooded your mind, causing you to drop your hand to your side, irritation flooding your senses.

"Oh, so now you're trying to make three months of neglectness and excuses better in one night?"

"N-no! Not at all! I just wanted to start helping out more!"

"It's three months too late for that Eijiro."

"You're being unreasonable-"

"No! What's unreasonable is you and your selfish laziness!"

"I'm trying! We're both new to living together and I didn't understand before!"

"Whatever. Just get up and go. I'll have to clean up and stop by the store before work."

"What- no! I'll clean it up!" Kiri exclaimed, jumping up from the ground, hardening his skin so he wouldn't get cut.

Shards of glass bounced off of Kiri's hardened skin, flying everywhere. Luckily, you were a pro hero, and had the amazing reflexes that came from that line of work. You dived down, avoiding the injury you would've received.

"Y-y/n! Are you okay?!" Kirishima exclaimed, rushing to your side.

Seeing the sudden movement you flinched, body still under alert.

After realizing what happened your heart dropped.

Oh no.

Kirishima was a gentle soul. He cared for you deeply and was always looking for ways to make your life easier and more enjoyable. There is no way he would take this lightly. He would definitely paint a wor-

You were snapped out of your thought process at the sound of a door closing. Panicking, you realized that Kirishima was xgonex.

"Ei!?" You call, hurrying to check for him in the living room, quickly realising that he left. Panicking, you hurry to slip on some slippers before making your way out the door, rushing to Kirishima's truck before he could pull out.

"Ei wait!" You exclaim, putting one hand on the handle of the truck and the other on his window. After looking down at you, he bit his lip before slightly opening the window so he could hear you.

"Go back in the house Pebble.." Kiri whispered, causing your heart to ache in dismay.

"Eijiro- what's wrong? I wasn't scared of you it was a reaction from the-"

"I don't care y/n. You flinched because of me- I- I need some time."

You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you stepped back, biting your lip as you watched Kirishima put the truck in reverse and slowly back out of the driveway, face heavy with hurt.

As soon as the red truck disappeared from sight you broke, running into the house before falling onto the couch, sobbing into a pillow.

The angered words you spat at your sweet, loving Eijiro flashed through your mind as you cried, guilt weighing you down as you remembered Kiri's heart broken face. Your mind started playing against you, shouting at you for your selfish, idiotic words and how you hurt the one person you cared most about.

'He didn't do anything!'

'You stupid little- he was doing his best! He apologized! And yet you treated him so- so horribly due to a few mistakes!'

'He really doesn't derseve you. He deserves someone as patient and loving as he is.'

'He was so heartbroken! You idiot!'

'I bet he's going to find somone better then you. I would't blaim him either.'

Tears rolled down your face as you sat up to stare at a picture of Eijiro on your wedding day. His red eyes were sparkling as he grinned at the camera, feeling nothing but joy and such love for you.

You two met in elementary school. You saved him from some bullies yada yada and instantly became friends. He was in third grade, you were in second. Your grade difference meant that you didn't get to play much, and so you thought of him as one of your temporary friends. The kind that you met at a park, played once, and then forgot about one another the next day.

But he was.. special. There was something about how the older boy's eyes shone when he looked at you, or how strong he seemed even though he was in tears frequently. You quickly found out that he was special. Even compared to your best friend, Sakura Mei.

You admired him for many reasons. For trying to be so strong even though the bullies' mean words brought him to tears, for how kind he wa -giving up his hard earned treat to a little toddler who wanted it at pick-up, sharing his lunch with a kid that was too late to get his own, having shorter turns so the next kid would get it sooner, and helping his teacher whenever and however possible.

You two became best friends and played with each other after school, causing your parents to create a long lasting friendship as well. For years you thought of him as your best friend, but a crush started to form in middle school, causing you to get confused.

Even when Kiri started to get self conscious and have a lot of self doubt, he was always by your side. Scolding you for having any of those thoughts, no matter how small. And so in return you helped him. Helping with training, bringing him food and water, reassuring him when he needed it, and even holding him as he cried. You were the reason he was able to recover so quickly, and afterwards he got into UA highschool, and you followed pursuit the next year.

After eight months of high school he confessed, and that was it. After you graduated he was there to cheer you on the loudest, and seven months later he proposed. The day of your wedding was full of joy, laughter, tears, smiles, and love. A love that made your chest ache in happiness, causing you to smile a little wider, kiss him a little harder, and fall in love a little harder.

Thinking back about it now, your tears came faster as an aching cold spread through your chest, causing the tears to fall faster.

"Eijiro.." you whimper, hugging onto the shark pillow Eijiro insisted on getting for your newly bought home.

It was crazy expensive, but he told you not to worry about it, and that it was "for our future famly".

"Ei.. I'm so sorry!" You cry, grasping your hair in your hands, tugging lightly but knowing not to hurt yourself or Kiri would be upest and worried.

Pawing for your phone, you unlocked the device before calling the contact "Bakubeast".

"What do you need." Bakugo huffed, causing you to whimper softly, catching the hot head's attention.

"Woah woah- do not cry. Crappy hair would kill me."

"I- I- E- Eijiro-" you rasp, having difficulty breathing and getting your point across.

"Hey hey- y/n calm down." Bakugo panicked, his softer tone helpig you calm down.

He was a good friend of both you and Eijiro, so him being kind to you really did help.

"Y/n/n, breathe."

Gasping for air you try to control your breathing, taking one deep breathe after another.

"Atta girl. Keep on breathing for m- for Eijiro."

Calm washed over you as you exhaled, sighing shakily.

"T-thank you." You whisper, causing Bakugo to scoff.

"Yeah yeah- now why are ya crying? Do I need to kicks some a-"

"No. It's me, not him. I'm wondering, is Ei over there? H-he left and I'm worried about him."

"No he hasn't. When did he leave? You do know that I'm like twenty minutes away, right?"

"That's true.. it's only been around ten.."

"I'll call you if he pulls up. But if you don't mind me asking.. what happened?"

"I'm sure Ei will explain.. I really don't wanna talk about it right now.."

"Okay.. well hang in there and call me if you need."

"Yeah.. okay."

"Have a better night, talk to ya later."

"Mhm.. bye.."

~~Kiri's pov~~

Kirishima felt like screaming.

Even though he knew that you weren't scared of him and it was just a reaction from the glass but it still hurt.

After pulling into his best friend's drive way, Eijiro quickly made his way to the door and knocked, wanting the hot head's opinion and seeking comfort.

"What happened to you?" Bakugo scoffed, opening his door as an invitation to come in.

"Can we.. talk?"

"If you make things right between you and your Cry Baby afterwards- then yes."

~~Your pov~~

You sniffled as you clung to Kirishima's pillow, eyes dry and puffy.

It's been an hour since Bakugo texted him that Kirishima was at his place, and you've been waiting for him to return or at least an update.

Your heart ached and you wanted nothing more than to be in Eijiro's arms and forget all about this horrid arugment. What if he didn't want you anymore.. what if-

You jumped out of bed as soon as you heard the door open, sprinting down the stairs to meet your Eijiro.

"Baby!" You exclaim, jumping into Eijiro's arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you attacked his shoulders, neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips with kisses.

"I am so sorry! I- I said so many mean things to you and- and-"

"Woah woah Baby- calm down." Eijiro cooed, catching your lips in a kiss to distract you from your worries. "I know.. and I forgive you, so.. could you forgive me?"

"Yes! Yes- I am so sorry for-"

Catching your lips in another kiss, Kiri sat on the couch, holding you in his lap as he kissed you, stealing both his and your complete attention.

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ONE LAST THING I SWEAR TO GOD- I HAVW SHIT TO DO TODAY BUT I HAVE YOUR BLOG NOTIFS ON AND I CANT HELP MYSELF

he regularly gets nightmares you left him or disappeared and he wakes up crying more than half the time 🧍he's sent himself into a half-asleep panic attack more than once.

I'm making myself sad and you're coming down with me -🎃

I— THIS IS SO FUCKING— I’M SO— YOU— WHAT DO I— LISTEN—

I’M CRYING OKAY?????? I’M. FUCKING. CRYING.

poor baby he looks like someone cold, distand and who’s better off alone to others, but he’s actually someone who chooses wisely who he keeps close to himself which is why most of the time dabi keeps everyone at an arm length distance. yet when you come around his defenses are all down and he just wants to be with you so much. that’s why he gets super clingy, chasing you around and holding onto you for dear life.

dabi doesn’t have that great of a self-esteem (thanks to that piece of garbage), he didn’t even think he could make you stick around him for this long.

he lives in constant fear of failing you, too.

but that somehow made dabi hold onto you tighter and his love for you only grew more as day went by, which mixed with his fear of you leaving him brought us to our poor boy starting to have nightmares where you leave him and disappear into thin air, leaving by himself in a dark space where there isn’t your warmth to comfort him.

this has him let out a sob not only inside his dream but in real life, laid beside you, too. his breath starts to get heavy and sobs start to erupt more frantically alarming you, who are now sat up looking at dabi worried, while his body is spasming as he calls out your name, begging you to not leave him because he can’t live without you.

after you put gently your hand over his forehead moving some strand of hair, that had sticked to his skin from the sweat, dabi wakes up with an hoarse raspy gasp making his eyes flicker around the room in panic before they settle on you and just like that relief washes over him at once.

you were there with him. you didn’t left. and that was the only thing that mattered to him.

he swallowed thickly covering the upper part of his face with his palm, trying to collect himself, apologising for waking you up and saying that you could go back to sleep now.

you pressed your lips in a thin line while lowering your upper body onto his encircling his neck with your arms, telling him that there’s no way you could go back to sleep peacefully when he’s suffering and while feeling tears come to your eyes you add that there’s also no way on earth that you would even just think of leaving him, biting back a sob as you bury your face onto his neck.

dabi stood there for a second with wide eyes before hugging your waist tightly, muttering about how of course you ain’t leaving him that’s because he ain’t gonna let you go.

#kelin responds #answered #🎃 anon #bnha angst #mha angst #dabi angst #touya todoroki angst #bnha x reader angst #mha x reader angst #dabi x reader angst #touya todoroki x reader angst #but hang tf on— how did this turn from fluff to angst???????#i genuinely cried while writing all this what the—#no cause listen dabi deserves only happiness and the whole universe actually—#if there's a character in this serie that deserves absolute happiness that's HIM for sure!!!!!

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bloodywings · 1 year

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Putting the "fun" in funeral

CW/TW: major character death!!! reader dies, talks of dying, talks of funeral, probably ooc Bakugou, angst with no comfort

Gender Neutral, plus size and POC friendly!!

I think that's all, please let me know if I missed anything!

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"Kat?" a soft whisper of a question fell from your lips, breaking the silence that had been in the room for far too long.

"Yeah?" Your boyfriend responds, you two hadn't spoken in a while, hence the silence. But how could you? The news you were just told would be enough to make both of your hearts drop. The impending silence was better than acknowledging the inevitable.

"When I die," you started. And with this, your lover felt his heart sink. You had just accepted it? He could feel a lump in his throat start. Death had been a thing that you feared, the inevitable but scary action kept you awake at night. And of course, your lover was always there to soothe your worries. Your fear of the unknown had taken a toll on you more times than either of you could count.

So to hear you, of all people, just accept this fate, was bone-chilling. "Can you make sure no one wears black at my funeral?" You asked. You could see your boyfriend's eyebrow raise at the request, so you explained "I mean, I'll already be dead, why wear black? It just kinda ruins the mood, y'know?" And to this, your lover let out a stiff chuckle. The conversation was serious, sure. But your logic was hilarious, and the blonde couldn't help the belly laugh that flowed from his lips.

And you soon joined in

"I mean seriously," you say between chuckles, "I'm already dead, I feel like black is doing too much. Have them wear pastels or some shit." You finish with a final chuckle Only to begin again after your lover says in between his own laughs. "Pastel? Are you fucking serious?" His face is beginning to turn red from how much he has laughed within the last few minutes.

"Hell yeah, have them put me in yellow, or something. But not a mustard yellow," and as you finish, Bakugou says it with you,"a pastel yellow!" and you both begin laughing again.

And as your boyfriend is punching your hospital bed in laughter, you can't help but smile. After a mission went bad, a long tear-filled trip to the hospital, before receiving heartbreaking news. You wouldn't be able to live outside the hospital. You'd be on a ventilator for the rest of your life. Barely being able to move on your own. With someone taking care of you.

Either that or they give you a week and pull the plug. You had a 25% chance of living after that. You were only 28, living a life on a ventilator until the day you died didn't sound like the best plan.

And so the second option seemed the best.

Of course, your lover had tried to talk you out of it

"I'll take care of you, you know I will, just please, don't do this" Katsuki begged. "I don't know if I could last without you." He whispered that last part.

"You say that now, but in a year or two, having to come home and take care of me is going to be absolutely shitty." You argued, standing your ground. "You're gonna wish they pulled the plug on me." You finished.

He hated this, he wasn't going to be able to get through to you. Your logical stubbornness was something that he loved. It was one of the main things that attracted him to you. But now that forgotten boomerang was coming back, and he wasn't going to be quick enough to catch it.

But when was Katsuki Bakugou ever known to give up?

Before he could continue his argument though, you did "You're only saying this now because you don't want to face the grief, but the actions of your stupid and selfish consequences are going to come back and bite you in the ass." You finished. The glare in your eyes and the tone in your voice told him that the conversation was over. That arguing was pointless.

And that's how you ended up in silence.

But now, as you're watching him belly laugh you couldn't help but smile. Sure, the thought of your impending death was making you want to sob, but you didn't want your last moments with the love of your life to be in tears.

You wanted him to look back on these memories and smile through the tears, laugh through the racking sobs that were impossible to control. You wanted a tear-filled smile to come when he thought of you. Not the fearful look on your face at the thought of death. And so you laughed with him, holding back tears.

And he did the same for you.

Whether you liked to admit it or not, Katsuki knew you like the back of his hand. He knew that your smile was to make him smile. And to answer that bright smile of yours with a scowl was too brutal.

Even for him.

And so he smiled with you, wanting to ease your worries about leaving him alone. The thought of losing you held him in a vice grip, choking him more and more. But he smiled for you.

And even a week later, when your time was up. He watched as you said your final words, surrounded by family and friends. Kirishima's arm wrapped around him, squeezing him every once in a while to ground him.

All of his friends, who had later become your friends were there. They had grown to love you almost as much as Katsuki did.

Almost, only because Katsuki would go to the ends of the earth for you. If you wanted him to all you had to do was set the timer. He'd call you when he got there. If you wanted a star, all you had to do was say when. He'd suit himself up and get to space for you. If you want your enemy's head on a platter, he'd say "medium or well done?"

He loved you with all that was in him, and as he watched the light leave your eyes, the air leaves your lungs, and the monitor you were connected to fall to an ear-deafening beep. He felt his heart sink into his chest.

A sob, so soft that you might not even hear it if the room wasn't so silent. And immediately the redhead holding him pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down his face as well.

He wanted to push Kirishima off, and walk out, but the stress and anticipation of your death had been weighing on him all week. He needed a shoulder to cry on. And with the rest of the people that he held deep in his heart surrounding him, he just might be okay.

And another dreadful week later was your funeral, you as well as the rest of his friends dressed in beautiful pastel colors. Nowhere near reflecting how they felt. The pastel was a huge contrast to the pain, guilt, and grief that was gnawing at them.

And you? You looked beautiful, in that pastel yellow outfit that Katsuki had picked out for you himself. Keeping your final wish deep in his heart.

Instead of 6 feet under with you.

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ssplague · 1 year

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Warnings ⛔️ Soulmates, Vampire AU, Smut, supernatural pregnancy, angst, violence, great bodily injury, blood, attempted SA (not detailed), feticide, radicalized religion, ye old time Misogyny, death.

This is the continuation (2/3) of Save a prayer 🙏🏽

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The very first time Katsuki had intended to have you for dinner was four hundred years before you two reunite. He had been watching your little cottage outside of town for weeks, he studied your routine, noticed you lived alone and how many visitors you had on average. You were a vision to the hungry vampire, your beauty made both his fangs and loins ache with desire. So much so that he peeked into your bedroom more than once, watching you in your most intimate moments. He decided to have some fun with you before ending your life, which wasn’t something he often even considered doing with prey.

Faking an injury, he limped up the path approaching your home as the sun was setting. You’d just returned from town when you noticed him, and your eyes shine with worry, “Sir, do you need some help? Are you alright?!”.

Katsuki turned on the charm for you, and even with you normally being impossible to sway, he had you internally swooning. When your hands fly up to touch your burning cheeks, the supernatural male realizes he may have over done it a bit. Considering he wasn’t faking his interest in you, it had been a bit easy for him to do so. Regardless, you pull him along the pathway, eager to get him inside your house “its warmer in here, I’ll make some tea and we can sit infront of the fire”. Over an hour had passed and the two of you had already discussed a wide array of topics. The smile he wore was genuine when you would stifle a giggle and lightly slap at his arm when he said something vulgar or mean spirited. Just as you had slightly shifted closer towards him, a knock came from the front door. You immediately looked uneasy as it came again, and Katsuki’s hand came to rest over your’s, “What’s wrong?”. “The preachers son has been coming around in the evenings to see me…I believe he intends to begin courting me…” you whispered, finding yourself moving even closer to the man beside you “I don’t like him Katsuki, I’ve never even given him any sort of attention before…The people in the village keep trying to push me into a courtship, no one will listen to how I feel…They just dismiss my refusal, claiming that it’s normal to have doubts”.

The thought of some man forcing his unwanted presence inside of your house made Bakugou mad. The sadness and fear in your eyes brought some strange protective side of the angry vampire out. Hearing the knocking become more insistent, it’s without thinking he takes your little hands between his much larger ones. If you were suprised by the slight chill of his skin you made no fuss, only stared up at him with something akin to both hope and a slight tint of something else….”What if I answer the door, and when he asks for you, I will inform him that your late parents and mine had an agreement that betrothed us, and I have finally come to claim you after the two of us had lost touch during the time I spent working over seas”he was suprised that something made up on a whim could sound so serious.

“That’s a wonderful idea! Especially with my parents being unable to confirm or deny this! Please do it, I’d be ever so grateful” your hands grow warmer in his icy ones, and that warmth begins to creep up his arms and sink into his chest. The vampire instantly regretting letting you go for even a second as he gets up. Once his back is to you his frown is switched out for a truly menacing expression. Katsuki swings the door open and the man outside has his fist in the air to continue his assault on the wood. “May I help you?” the ice in immortals tone has the smaller man flinching. Though the creep is quick to recover and immediately begins sizing the handsome stranger in the doorway up, (despite being incredibly small in stature himself) “I’m here to see Ms.L/N, who exactly are you?”. “Who I am is none of your business, and you won’t be seeing her this evening, we aren’t taking visitors” Katsuki says dismissively, attempting to shut the door, only to have the smaller man try to grab ahold of it and keep it open. “Why are you speaking for her? You are-“ “Y/N is my betrothed, and has been for years, I’m speaking for her because I am her soon to be husband, it is not appropriate for an unmarried man to be coming round visiting a woman in the evening, especially without invitation, so don’t bother returning, good night!” Katsuki yanks the door shut, the preacher’s son barely able to let go before his fingers were slammed in it.

You descended upon Bakugou soon as he locked the door and turned around. You two stayed quiet for a moment before the male you were hugging gave a nod that the coast was clear. You looked like you were about to burst with excitement, “I think it worked! Thank you so much for getting rid of him!”. Gods you were too sweet, and so beautiful as your eyes sparkled with gratitude. Katsuki allows you to lead him back towards where you’d previously sat in front of the fire, albeit much closer together this time. “So um…he’s rather persistent if you hadn’t noticed” you begin, with nervousness evident in your slight fidgeting. “I noticed” sneers your companion, pulling you further against his side. You feel your cheeks warming up and your heart begins to thump rapidly beneath your bosom, forcing yourself to continue, “So what I was meaning to say was…he will probably check back up and see if you’re still with me sporadically throughout the next few weeks…so I was just wondering if you weren’t in a hurry to get somewhere…I’d enjoy your company for however long you’d agree to stick around…”.

You were supposed to be his dinner, and now he’s playing the role of your soon to be husband. “Hmmm I suppose I can stick around…but what will I get out of this arrangement?” The handsome devil is certainly playing his part as he smirks back at your wide doe eyes and parted lips. “I don’t have a lot of money…but I could part with some if that’s what you wish-“ you gasp as you find yourself on your back, staring up into the captivating crimson eyes of your guest. “Nah I’m not after your money princess, what I desire from you is just something as simple as a cure of my loneliness” a cold calloused finger plays with your bottom lip, and you lay there wide eyed and clueless “If I agree to your proposition, then for the entire duration of my stay I want you to act like my wife, you’re to preform all the womanly duties carried out by an adoring wife to please her beloved husband, do we have a deal then?”. You turn your head to the side to contemplate your decision, only to have him tsk at you “Look at your husband when he’s talking to you beautiful”.

So what if he might have had to use his power of persuasion a bit here, couldn’t risk you possibly denying him.

When you look back up at him your eyes immediately lock with his own. His eyes are such a vibrant crimson it’s almost like they’re glowing as the draw you in further, until they are all you can see, “Y-Yes, we have a deal”. Then it’s over and you shake your head a bit, must have been a trick of the fire light, since you must have extinguished all the lamps earlier during your uninvited guests appearance. “Good, now come here so I can hold you properly”.

The first week you’d spent having Katsuki in your home was a strange one, strange but good. Sometimes he would take off for most of the day, and you would go about your usual routine. At night when he would return, you’d welcome him home, and the two of you would sit at your rickety little table and have dinner together. One of those dinners he brought out a bottle of wine and asked you to have a drink with him. You tried to turn him down stating you didn’t drink, but somehow you find yourself with a half full glass infront of the fireplace once more. Only this time you are in a much more intimate position, your seated between his legs with your back to his chest. The wine has you feeling warm and a bit drowsy, so much so that the kiss pressed to the back of your neck doesn’t even startle you. “Kat…Suki” you mumbled before you fell asleep, head resting on his shoulder.

Since that time, you had gotten more comfortable with physical contact between you and your guest. When you would cook he more often than not would come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, always kissing your neck so sweetly as he did so. Two weeks had passed since the preacher’s son had last come calling (You had eventually mentioned the idiots name, Mineta). Earlier that afternoon a friend of yours had invited you to pick apples from their orchard, and you had agreed, promising Katsuki you would make him the best apple pie he’s ever had when you returned. For once it was you that surprised him with a quick peck on the cheek and a nervous “I’ll be back soon my beloved husband”.

The blonde was stuck in the spot you’d left him in over an hour later, his hand over the warm spot you’d left on his cheek. Trying to deny the accusatory voice inside his head that claimed he saw you as more than a meal or a conquest, until a loud knock interrupted his thought process. Already aware who’d be standing outside, he stormed over to the door and throws it open with a frightening scowl on his handsome face. “Oh, you’re still here are you?” Mineta sneered as he took a step back. “Why the hell wouldn’t I be? This is the house of my intended, what brings you out here to visit us again?” Bakugou uses his much larger body to block the annoying young man’s view as he tries to look past him. “No one has seen y/n in town recently, so I just thought I’d check in-“ Katsuki interrupts the twerp “Correction; YOU haven’t seen her, we went into town just yesterday, Now correct me if I’m wrong but you sure do seem to have an interest in my soon to be wife, shouldn’t you be taking your vow of abstinence soon? If you plan on being a proper man of god that is”. “How dare you insinuate something so-“ Mineta tries to defend himself but Katsuki is quick to shut him down; “Stay away from my woman, she’s taken, or are you too stupid to understand what that means?” “Now see here, you just show up out of the blue one evening claiming that her parents planned on marrying her off without any proof of it…I’m merely looking after my father’s flock, as they will be under my protection one day so it’s only normal for me to look into any situations I think have inkling of some sort of supernatural dabbling or rather unholy air about them” Mineta sniffs as he smirks at the angry “man” infront of him “Miss y/n has such a pretty neck, would be a shame if it was to remain unprotected wouldn’t it?”.

The sound of your name was enough to make Katsuki keep his anger in check, and he couldn’t help but laugh at Mineta’s attempt at a threat. “It’s a good thing she has me here with her then isn’t it?” Without waiting for a response he shuts the door, laughing loudly as he left a scandalized Mineta staring slack jawed at it.

“I’m back!” You called out as you hung up your coat and removed your shoes. The heavy basket on your hip filled with apples but a couple extra things on top of it. “Welcome home my dearest, you were later than I’d imagined…I was about to go out looking for you” Katsuki appears in the doorway of the kitchen, allowing you to slip past him. “I’m sorry to worry you, MoMo and Ochako invited me to prepare pies with them! I think it was just so they could question me about the handsome man who accompanied me to the market yesterday…When I mentioned being “engaged” they almost lost it, MoMo sent me home with a bottle of her father’s apple wine as a present!”. You stopped unpacking your basket after making a sudden realization, “You made dinner for us? Oh Katsuki you didn’t have to-“.

“I wanted to give you the night off since you were out with your friends, i assure you it wasn’t that big a deal my love” Your face heated up at that last part, you were quick to set about putting your already prepared pies in the oven. Afterwards you allowed Katsuki to pull out your chair at the kitchen table, pushing it in before taking a seat himself. You noticed he already had poured each of you a glass of the gifted wine, and as he raised his own you were quick to mimic his action. “To us” he said simply, giving you that devilish smirk that made you feel all sorts of ways you shouldn’t. “T-Too us” you simper, raising the glass to your lips. After taking a bite of the meal Katsuki had prepared you stared at him wide eyed, “This might be the best thing Ive tasted in my entire life!”. The rest of the meal went on in a similar manner, you continuously complementing the smug man’s cooking longer after he had finished. Regardless, he waited for you patiently to be done, unable to take his eyes off of you as he sipped at the wine in his glass.

Once the kitchen was cleaned and the pie had been removed from the oven, you set it on the cooling rack and began to fidget nervously upon realizing all your night time chores were done. “Come sit with me beautiful” Katsuki called to you from the usual spot the two of you occupied on the plush living room rug. “I was thinking about heading to bed early tonight…if you’d like to come join me” you say over your shoulder as you head towards the bedroom. Having been on this earth long enough to recognize what that meant, the vampire was on his feet in an instant. You’d just began to undress as he entered the room, watching with hunger as your dress fell to the floor. Once you had everything off, you shyly turned back towards him and he was infront of you in the blink of an eye. Allowing him to pull you forward against his hard body, the feeling of his cold hands was soothing across your warm skin. You feel your back meet the old worn blankets of your bed, you tried your best to remain calm as you feel his tongue slip past your lips. Soon you were copying his actions, a burning need starting to build between your legs as you felt his manhood slipping across your sticky lower lips. “I-I’ve never done this before” you manage to stutter out. The man above you replied with a gentle hum, he figured as much, “Do you want me to stop? We don’t have to-“ “No I want to give myself to you, I want you to be the one…I want to be able to remember this night long after you’ve moved on and left me…” your words have you feeling choked up, the thought of him leaving you eventually, has now become a painful one. Seeing your eyes filled with tears is what finally makes the cold undead monster accept the fact that he truly had fallen in love. You were without question his destined one, the only person capable of stirring up these feelings inside of him. “What if I want to stay here with you? What if I asked you to really become my wife? The only woman I’ll ever want, the only woman I could ever truly love?” Those words felt so foreign on his tongue, but seeing the happiness in your eyes and having your arms wrap around him in the tightest of hugs, had him happy to have said them.

“Then I would say please make love to me, and how much I love and adore you, my future husband”

Katsuki made sure to keep a level head once the tip of his cock breeched your virgin cunt. The tight heat of your internal walls and the sound of your pained whimpers was almost proving to be too much for him. “Can I move now angel? Are you ready for what’s to come?” The strain in his voice is evident and you cling tighter to your lover as you encourage him to continue. It took a bit to get used to the continuous intrusion and withdrawal of his hardness but after some time had passed the good feelings began to come. “Oh Katsuki, ohhh god I’ve never felt like this before, please give me more I want to feel all of you” you cry as your nails scrape at the skin of his back. Allowing himself to get lost in the sensation of being inside of you, he can do nothing but comply to your request. The once shallow thrust of his hips become deeper as the pace becomes to quicken. Feeling you tightening up around him and hearing your begging has his own orgasm overcoming him, “Come with me angel, I wanna feel you let go while I fill up your tight little cunt…that’s it there you go baby, take it fucking take all of it…fuck!”.

You let out the most content of sighs at the feeling of his seed pouring into your womb. Over come by the bliss of your first ever orgasm, you kiss Katsuki again, playfully sucking on his tongue. After a few moments of silence he feels you shifting beneath him, lifting his head up he’s surprised to see the serious look you’re giving him. “I meant what I said, I know I’m in love with you…but I need you to tell me the truth, what was the real reason you came here? Your answer won’t change the way I feel, you’ll still have a place here with me, but if I’m to truly give you all of my love then there can’t be any lies between us”. The empty feeling as he pulls out of you is an obvious shared one, because you find yourself being pulled against his chest as soon as you had begun to scoot towards the man you love. Katsuki feels his frozen heart grow heavy with fear at you not accepting him or his love for you. Expecting to be forced from your bed as soon as he utters his confession. Yet your reaction comes In a surprising manner, one he’ll eventually come to expect from you in the future. “Oh….well don’t you need to you know…drink some of my blood?”. So he does.

The sensuality of the action leads to you begging to once again to make love, and you do until the sun comes up. He doesn’t let you leave the bed when you finally wake up, and the two of you take turns feeding each other apple pie afterwards. The new found domesticity in his once tumultuous life has the vampire relaxing into it with surprising ease. It most likely stemmed from the continuous outpouring of your love and the eager ways you displayed your affections. He’d met the townsfolk and friends you’d spoken so highly of. The same people who attended the marriage ceremony, had even come together to throw you two a celebratory banquet and toasted to your lengthy and loving union. The daily routine you’d developed now as newly weds didn’t differ much from what it had been before. With the exception of Katsuki venturing out more, helping the townsfolk do various odd jobs with which they’d require either his muscle or wide array of skills to get completed easier.

On nights he returned home late, you’d often be waiting up for him in bed, naked as the day you were born and wanting something you still became flustered to ask for. It was only after you’d spent one full year of your lives together when you began waking up feeling ill and much too tired to leave home as often anymore. After coming to visit you one morning, MoMo had returned that afternoon with the town’s doctor. One check up told him all he needed to know, and you nearly fainted after he spoke “Congratulations Mrs.Bakugou, it seems you’re with child”.

You let Momo talk your ear off with excitement as she helped you prepare dinner. Your hand resting upon your stomach after giving her a hug and bidding her goodbye. You tried to calm your nerves as you awaited your husband’s arrival back home. The knowing smile MoMo gave Katsuki as she bid him hello when they met on the road, seemed to freak the man out and afterwards he rushed home. The two of you ate dinner in mostly silence that evening, and once you were finished your lover has no objections as you pull him towards the fireplace. Once settled in his tight hold, you told him what the doctor had said earlier. The joy you’d expected from your partner was replaced with a look of bewildered confusion, “H-How? That shouldn’t be possible! Are you sure?!”.

You begin to shrink in on yourself, already beginning to picture a future of you and your baby alone. In his surprise the vampire had allowed his grip to go slack, this made it easy for you to move away from him and get to your feet. He looked up at you, but the faraway look in his gaze made it appear as if he was looking through you. Rather than continue standing there and looking foolish, you fled to the bedroom. Once the door shut behind you, you finally began to cry. Curling up on your now shared bed, you sobbed your heart out. He’s going to leave now, I’ll have to do this alone.

Meanwhile in the living room, Bakugou was still sitting gobsmacked in-front of the fireplace. Pregnant? But how? It just couldn’t be! He’d been positive the ability to impregnate someone had been lost with his humanity. Granted, it’s not as though any human he’d taken to bed in the past lived to tell the tale. You’d looked so excited to inform him of this new development, and now… The thought of your eyes losing the sparkle that accompanied your excitement, your lips trembling as you tried not to cry. “Dammit!” He hissed in frustration, realizing you’d left him alone in here awhile ago.

The bedroom door creaked quietly as Katsuki peeked In, you weren’t moving in your fetal position on the bed. Your even breathing was picked up by his heightened sense of hearing. You must have cried yourself to sleep…Silently he approaches the bed, leaning down to place a single kiss on your forehead, “I’ll be back, I promise”. If you had been awake you’d have seen the shadows in the bedroom elongate and seemingly absorb Katsuki inside of them.

Appearing inside of a well worn house just as far out in the woods as your own, Katsuki glanced around the living room. Deciding he wasn’t about to go hunting around for the owner of the home, the blonde takes a deep breath, only to immediately bellow “Where are you? You damn DEKU!”. A commotion comes from behind one of the two doors off the living room’s hallway, a few more bumps could be heard, another loud yelp afterwards. The door opened just as the vampire was about to start cursing, “O-Oh hey th-there kaachan! What brings you-“ stutters the green haired man as he tries to stifle a yawn. “What took so long were you asleep or some shit?” Katsuki questions raising an eyebrow, but before the other male can reply he continues, “Cause if you were I don’t care, I need to ask your opinion on something”.

Seeing the way Deku’s face lit up at that Katsuki sneers at him, “Not that it’s worth anything I just…I don’t want to fuck this up”. Izuku starts the fire back up in the grate as he sits on his sofa, ready for his old friend to begin his explanation. “You got married and didn’t even bother sending me an invitation? Not even an announcement? That’s hurtful Kaachan…I thought we were past all th-“ Izuku’s chastising is cut short by Bakugou’s temper flaring up “THATS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY AFTER MY ENTIRE EXPLANATION?!?!”. Then it dawned on the other man, Izuku may be petty, but there was a much bigger problem to deal with than that. “Did you say your lover is…pregnant? It can’t possibly be YOUR baby Kaachan, she must be lying or-“ “Don’t you dare say another bad word about y/n! I know that baby is mine, there is no way it could be anyone else’s! She’s never been with anyone other than me and I know that for a fact” Katsuki spat, red eyes narrowed at the other immortal man.

Izuku gets up, muttering as he grabs a candlestick, lighting it then entering the previously closed door. Before the angry vampire can start his rant, his companion returns with a few different books in his hands. Spreading out the large tombs infront of the fire he begins to pour over the various dog eared pages. Katsuki had sat quiet, letting the damn nerd do his research and hoping he’ll have an explanation to give him as hours fly past. The sun would rise soon, he knows that you waking up alone would only worsen the pain he’d caused you last night. “I need to get back to her, so-“ Katsuki is interrupted by Izuku “Take that orange gemstone so I can find or signal you, the one on my nightstand that you refused to take last time I-“. “Got it, look, I know it’s annoying to do this but if you do figure this out then….I guess you can come to dinner or something, to meet y/n! Not as a thank you or some simp shit like that” The blonde refuses to meet the ecstatic green eyes that began to sparkle with happiness. “I’m going to hold you to that Kaachan” “Tch, of course you Fuckin’ are…nerd!”.

Sneaking back into the bedroom, the nervous vampire sheds his clothes before sliding into bed behind you. He’s gentle when his arms wrap around you, his larger hand coming to rest over your’s laying protectively atop your belly. “I love you and whatever you got growing in there….I couldn’t leave you guys even if you asked me to” he whispers, squeezing your soft body and finally allowing himself to relax. For the first time in a long time he dreamt of his mortal life; Being a carefree child, living with his loud mom, and quiet dad.

It took a couple days of constant reassurance, but you soon began believing Katsuki when he said he wasn’t planning on abandoning you or the baby. Izuku had yet to contact him, and it made the vampire anxious. After completing some work in town for the day, Katsuki began to feel a familiar hunger in his gut…How could this work if you were now carrying a baby? It needed all your nutrients, but still Katsuki wouldn’t be satisfied with anything other than your blood. He’d make sure you ate a bigger dinner than usual tonight to hopefully replenish what he takes from you later on.

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The moon shifted behind the clouds as Mineta makes his way out of town and through the woods. He’s a coward at heart, every little sound of leaves rustling or twigs snapping has him jumping or running. Finally he sees your cabin up ahead, and he tip toes stealthily up the path. As he gets closer the sounds that reach his ears are something better than any fantasy he could imagine. Peering through the gap in the blinds he sees you spread out infront of your fireplace. If only you were alone… Of course you were getting pounded by that damn Bakugou, or that’s what it seemed like…Hold on what is he-? The peeping Tom stifles a gasp as he takes in the scene behind the glass. He’s careful as he slowly walks back the way he came, a look of absolute terror on his face.

A vampire! You married one of those undead demons of hell, not only that but you let him ravage, defile you, and calmly lay there allowing him to drink your blood? Surely you could see reason and repent for all this wrong that you’d been coheresed into participating in. Mineta knew it was his personal duty to bring you back into the light, and assist you in casting out that hellspawn. This task was up to him alone, he wouldn’t tell anyone! You would become his wife afterwards, lest he threaten to tell the entire town you’d laid with a demon, a hit your reputation would never recover from, you’d be exiled from society. The perverse mind of the preacher’s son began fashioning the most absurd of tales that made him out to be heroic and magnificent; Busting into your home and saving your life but as for your unfortunate coward of a husband…he will have taken his own life after selling you off to a demon. Surely the townsfolk and his father would praise him for such noble acts of bravery for years to come!

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“I didnt take too much did I? Are you sure you don’t want to wait and finish this up tomorrow” the fretful voice of your husband asks as he hovers over you. Katsuki was hesitant to continue making love to you after he’d had his fill of your blood. You appreciated the concern, but right now you felt quite lively, and something inside of you wanted sex now more than ever. So imagine the surprise of your lover, when you sat up quickly and shoved him down on the rug in your place. Not giving the vampire a chance to recover as you began to lower yourself down on his length, hissing softly at the familiar stretch. No time was wasted once you had him buried inside your cunt, you began to bounce yourself up and down repeatedly. “I don’t need you to be gentle and doting right now, I need this!” You shamelessly exclaim, throwing your head back and moaning loudly as you continue riding your lover enthusiastically. Katsuki could only lay there and stare at you in wide eyed fascination. His adorable shy little wife was the one fucking him? This can’t be right, who are you and what had you done with y/n? Then a thought occurred to him, could this be a side effect of human pregnancy? The vampire had been learning by trial and error when it came to both bodily and hormonal changes being experienced by his pregnant wife.

As the months begin to progress, Katsuki began to notice you growing pale and increasingly more exhausted. It scared him one day when you’d slept over twelve hours straight. With no word still from that damn Deku, the irritable immortal decided to take things into his own hands. You probably wouldn’t appreciate just drinking blood outright, but the little leech inside of you needed it, and it would continue taking yours if it didn’t get the sustenance it required. Soon it was your husband who prepared all the food you ate, and slowly but surely you regained your color, energy, and started gaining weight. When the doctor came for your six month check up, he’d ruled both mother and child to be healthy. When he mentioned how quickly the baby was developing, you’d mentioned the father’s family’s good genes being to thank.

After showing the physician out, Katsuki was about to serve you dinner, only for a frantic knocking to interrupt this. Resting a hand on your shoulder to make sure you stayed seated at your rickety kitchen table, the angry blonde stomps out to shoo this unwanted visitor away. As soon as he opens the door however, the sight of his old friend standing there with a shit eating grin on his freckled face, only makes the vampire’s teeth clench and eyes narrow. “I believe you invited me over for dinner Kaachan” Izuku’s smile widening as he continues “Arent you going to invite me inside? It’s chilly out here”. “My love, who is it?” You call out, waddling slowly from the kitchen only to spot the newcomer and freeze. No longer waiting for an invitation, the guest side steps Katsuki and strides towards you. “Hello! My name is Izuku Midoryia, and you must be y/n! Kaachan and I have been best friends since we were children, im so happy to finally be meeting you!” The green haired male moves to hug you but stops short, blushing furiously as he reigns himself in. Only to be surprised by you moving the rest of the way to try your best at hugging, despite your baby bump lightly poking at him.

“How far along are you? If you don’t mind me asking?! Oh and Congratulations!” Izuku stammers, nervous he will invoke the wrath of an angry Kaachan. “Six months! And thank you! I’m glad you finally came to see us, Katsuki had mentioned you once but refused to tell me anymore about you or anyone else in his life for that matter” you chirp happily, letting the aforementioned male steer you back into the kitchen “Let me grab you a chair! The other two are in the closet-“. Before your guest can refuse you over exerting yourself, Katsuki makes sure you sit down and pushes your chair in. Then he leaves the room and reappears immediately, huffing angrily as he shoves the chair into Deku with more force than necessary.

You and Izuku chat animatedly as Katsuki brings the dishes full of food to the table. Grabbing an extra set of silverware, glass, and plate for the green eyed idiot, who promptly thanks him. Katsuki loads your plate up ridiculously full and kisses your forehead as you thank him for cooking yet again. Always the observant one, Izuku noticed that the food on your plate had been purposely separated from the rest of the meal laid out on the table. As he served himself he smiled at the realization that his friend had figured something so important out on his own. The deliciousness of this meal was not to be wasted on the pregnant female, or the green haired know it all. Katsuki drained half a bottle of spirits to put up with the non stop praise from the two of them.

The trio moved to the living room, getting comfortable on the worn out furniture and continuing to make conversation late into the evening. Katsuki noticed your eyes growing heavy, despite your protests he scoops you up and takes you to the shared bedroom. “Good night Izuku! See you next week at the same time, right?” You shouted over your lover’s shoulder. “Most definitely, sweet dreams y/n-Chan & baby!” Deku replied, still smiling as he stayed put on the sofa. Staring into the fireplace the flames dancing around inside his green eyes, the cheerful disposition you’d left him with began to dissipate the longer he waited. This conversation was going to be as dreadful as it was difficult, a serious choice needed to be made. A choice that would end your life either way it was decided, but it had to be done. You were too far along for any sort of pregnancy termination, the alchemist had spent an extra month trying to find some sort of extraction method but at six months there was nothing more that could be done.

Ever the doting husband; Katsuki helps you strip down and ensures the room will stay warm enough, courtesy of the new wood stove he’d acquired. Since your tummy began to grow you’d taken to sleeping in just your panties, now the room was always comfortable in temperature for you both. “I need to talk to Deku some before he goes, I’ll come lay down with you afterwards” your lover says, kissing your lips and pressing another to your stomach before he leaves the room. Sleep came easily to you that night.

The two men sat side by side on the sofa, the room around them growing ever darker as the lamps had been extinguished. The dwindling fire had been reduced to embers by the time the green haired male finishes filling in the other on the research he’d done. The pitch black surrounding them was a perfect representation of their conversation, and overall disposition. The blonde hid his face in his hands halfway through the other’s explanation. His friend waited for the other to speak, calmly allowing the much needed moment of silence. Izuku knew Katsuki was coming to terms with what had to be done, this would weigh heavily on his conscience for years to come. Either way the love of the vampire’s life was doomed, the choices were essentially the same. That being said, they were also drastically different….It had to be your choice, and when the time comes hopefully your husband would honor your wishes.

“The doctor in the village obviously can’t deliver the baby…So wha-“ one immortal talks over the other, saying; “If you will agree to it, I will assist you with the birth”. Sighing heavily the father to be comes to an agreement with the man seated beside him. “Well I’ll get out of your hair now, good night Kaachan” Izuku says quietly as he begins casting the spell that will return him to his own residence. “Y/n’s looking forward to seeing you again so you better show up” the threatening implication evident from the always aggressive one. “I wouldnt dream of missing it, see you then” as soon as Izuku says this he disappears. Katsuki sighs heavily, now left alone with his thoughts he begins to tremble and tug at his hair. Knowing you were the only cure for this pain he was experiencing, has the vampire hurrying into your shared room. After stripping down and sliding into bed, he pulls you close. Sleep eluded him that night.

“Katsuki…what’s wrong?”you asked him after dinner one evening, “Ever since Izuku came by you’ve been acting different”. The words of his dearest of course rang true; Katsuki had been in a constant state of complacency since the alchemist’s departure. His self loathing had reached an all time high, how could he have possibly done this to you? No matter how badly he felt he could never fully bring himself to regret ever catching sight of you that first time. The creature that is supposedly cruel to the core and incapable of feeling love, or any emotion for that matter, had proved centuries of lore to be a lie. The sad part about it was that you would be the one to pay the ultimate price. “Katsuki”

You weren’t about to let him keep this from you anymore, he had to tell you. Allowing yourself to be lead to the same spot you and him had occupied that first night you’d met, you sat down and watched him pull the drapes closed and extinguish the kerosene lamps. When he finally came to rest by your side, you couldn’t help noticing the grave expression and pain in his crimson eyes. “This is going to be hard for you to hear, and it sure as fuck is hard for me to say…so please don’t interrupt me until I’m done explaining” he begs, hands gripping your’s tightly. You nod and he swallows thickly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding your body close to his so gently it’s as if he thinks you might break.

“A child being conceived between a human and vampire is incredibly rare…It’s also extremely dangerous, if the child isn’t given the required amount of sustenance than it will begin to feed on the life source of its mother…Which can be depleted in a matter of days, I figured that out when you began getting pale and could barely get out of bed so that’s not the issue we’re currently facing” Katsuki pauses, his hold tightened around you as he forces himself to get through this, “I had Deku researching this topic and it took him over a month to track down anything, what he found wasn’t exactly great…”. Another pause, he remained quiet for so long you turned your head to look up at his face, what you saw was surprising but before you could mention it he started speaking shakily, despite the tremors and tears leaking down his face. “The birth of our child will kill you, and the only way to save you would be for you to become like me…Either way you won’t be a normal human again, I-I’m so sorry y/n, for not just coming in and ruining your life, but now it’s my fault it’s going to be ending now too, and I-“ you silence him with a kiss, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly. “I dont care about that, I care about you and the new life we’ve miraculously created, I want us three to be a family, I want to spend forever by your side Katsuki” You begin to cry too but not from the thought of losing your life, “Please don’t let me miss out on our child’s life because you think it’s wrong to change me, to me that change doesn’t warrant death, it’s the promise of a new and happy life “.

He tried to argue with you, tried to get you to tell him how awful and selfish he’s been, but you wouldn’t. By the time the two of you lay together in bed that night everything was calm, you’d both decided that your baby would grow up with both parents to help nurture and guide it. “Katsuki?” “Yes Princess?” “Um..is there a chance that I could become pregnant again after our first baby is born?” You avert your eyes from his, nervous as to how he will feel about you possibly hinting at carrying more half vampire babies. “There will always be a possibility for the rest of your undead life…. But you don’t sound too upset about it” Katsuki replied, smirking as he takes the chance to give you a hard time “Do you want more little leeches running around? Or you just want me to breed you hm? Is that it?”. When you don’t respond he chuckles, “Good night my love”.

With the birth of your child a mere week away the village women had gathered at your home to throw you a baby shower. Your husband was busier than ever since he was going to take a month off from working all his various odd jobs, and fortunately everyone in the surrounding area had made the most of this. So money wasn’t going to be a worry as the two of you adjusted to life with a newborn. The final job had been raising Ezikel’s new barn and it was well after dark by the time the soon to be father was heading home. Bakugou’s head was filled with thoughts of you and his child, he was happy and actually smiling as he walked.

Then all of the sudden, he wasn’t.

The vampire’s hand clawed at his chest as this sudden burst of searing pain began in his long still heart. It was so bad he nearly collapsed, and it didn’t stop, it only intensified. Something had to of happened to you or the baby and upon realizing that, Katsuki’s running at an inhuman pace through the forest.

Please let them be okay, just hold on until I get there!

The door of the house was wide open and the sign of a struggle was evident. Distressed cries coming from the bedroom alerted him to where you are. He was in the bedroom doorway in an instant and white got fury burned him from the inside out at what he saw.

With a rage and strength unimaginable by a mere mortal, the furious vampire ripped the preacher’s son away from you and threw him from the room. Dazed by the force he hit the ground with, Mineta is slow to sit up and attempt to blink the world back into focus. Only for a snarl that would befit a beast from the depths of hell to bring the man back to earth. Grabbing the crucifix around his neck the purple haired rat began to scoot himself backwards. “Stay away from me you demon! Unclean beast!”. Attempting to flee from the advancing blonde monster, whose eyes glowed like the flames of hellfire itself. Without a word Bakugou lunges forward, Mineta shrieks as he throws his body to the side, knocking over a table that held a kerosene lamp atop it.

Katsuki grabs ahold of his prey, instantly crushing the terrified man’s windpipe. He keeps gripping the mortals throat until his face matches his hair and his eyes shut. “Don’t worry, you’re just going to take a little nap, and once you are awake I’m going to drag out your death and torture you all night you disgusting piece of shit” the blonde sneers as he scowls down at the unconscious Mineta.

“K-Ka-Katsuki!”

The terrified shout from his wife snaps Bakugou from his predatory state of mind. That’s when he realizes that half of their home has been set alight, the fire was spreading, it’s flames growing rapidly in height. In an instant he was back at your side, carefully picking you up, making sure to wrap your blanket around you as the two of you fled outside. Now a safe distance away from the flames, but the sight of your Home burning still in your shared line of sight. “Baby, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, as soon as I sensed you were in trouble I came…I can’t believe this happened, are you-“ A familiar scent reaches his nose, and the feel of wet fabric beneath his shaking palms has crimson eyes growing wide in terror. Peeling the blanket back, his worst nightmares were brought to life. Your clothes were soaked with blood, and the slice in the material showed the deep stab in your stomach. “Kat…Suki I don’t have much time” “Y/N! No don’t say that! Dammit why didn’t you say anything!” Katsuki shouts, but not out of anger it’s pure despair that sounds beneath his normally harsh baritone. “I cant feel…can’t feel our baby anymore…” a choked sob racks your entire body “It’s gone, before they even had a chance to be…Listen to me please Katsuki, my greatest and only love”. Your shaking hands grip each of his cheeks as you struggle to keep your eyes open, “Im sorry to have to leave you alone again…but please don’t give up on me, I’ll be reborn one day, and I don’t know how long it will take, who I will be, or where on earth I will reside, but please look for me, find me again, even if I resist you at first, make sure we’ll never have to suffer like this again, make sure that we’ll truly be together forever next time, promise me?”.

“I promise”

With the last of your strength you force your head up and kiss the only entity in this world that you vow to ever love. You’re both crying once your grip on him goes slack, “I love you Katsuki, please remember what you promised me, don’t give up-“. The blood from your hands left smudges on his cheeks, but the trails of blood pouring down his face come from his tears. “Y/N?” He croaked, you didnt finish speaking, your eyes remained shut. “Y/N?!” The roof of your home caves in as the fire enveloped the entirety of the structure. In the midst of the chaos a figure appears, emerald eyes widen in a panic as they began to take in their surroundings. Before Izuku can call out for either of you the most heartbreaking wail assaults his ear drums. Whirling around the sight that greets the alchemists has hot coals of dread piling in his gut, “K-Kaachan!”.

His best friend was hunched over someone, clutching their face and it seemed like he was trying to wake them. “Let me see her! I can help, I brought my things with me!” Izuku exclaimed as he rushed over and kneeled beside the two of you. “She’s gone, They both are…There is nothing to be done, my love and my child are dead…” the blonde immortal stuttered, leaving his friend shocked. “How could this have happened?! What-“ before he can ask any more questions, Katsuki snarls with a vitriol that not even Deku has bore witness to “That fucking preachers son! He’s lucky he burned in the fire, I would have flayed him alive!”. Placing you on the ground with the utmost care, the grieving immortal lifts his head to the darkened sky and screams; “FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”. His hands tangle and tug at his blonde locks, he didn’t care how deranged he might look in this moment. There was a hollowed feeling inside of his chest, the searing pain only worsening in both his heart and head.

Izuku could only watch Katsuki’s tirade in silence, he patted your hand gently as tears brimmed behind his eyes. You were a kind, loving, woman that had her whole life ahead of her…Only to have it stolen by a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Hearing the vampire’s broken sobs and screams as he mourns the love of his life, the alchemist can no longer ignore the revelations that will stick with him for the remainder of his immortal life. So rather than banishing the thoughts, he lets them echo freely, the barely there breeze carrying the words off into the night:

The true monsters of this world are those that walk undetected among us; With evil souls hidden behind smiles, deranged thoughts drowned out by laughter, bloodied hands appearing spotless as they reach out to those around them. Their next victim may be innocent, perhaps a bit too trusting, or just unwise to the stalking devil waiting for the right moment to strike.

The townsfolk will forever remain clueless of the tragic events that transpired on that fateful night. Regardless; They all mourned the loss of the little family that never came to be complete, and though the three of them were lost, the fond memories, and relationships each of them had built with the two young lovers remained alive within the living’s hearts and minds. Only to finally be laid to rest when the last of those who knew them personally, had died.

A/N: I’m not going to lie, I’m proud of myself for this one! Heart broken, but proud. One more chapter to go, and for anyone wanting revenge, I promise that it will be served up nice 😊

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