bakugo + the stages of breakup guilt (haha, get it?)
(warning: angst with happy end, gender neutral except a veil is mentioned)
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No one makes Bakugo feel worse about the breakup than his parents do. Not your friends, ignoring all his texts and calls (other than the ones about the bag of underwear, socks, and your special moisturizer you requested be dropped off with someone), not Kiri or even Izuku when they look at him with pity in their eyes and offer to take him out for drinks. And not the dude who plants his ass against his crotch at the club and then calls security on him for taking a swing at his eye (he only gets away with it because the dodge was successful).
No. His parents do. His mother dropping the phone call as soon as the news is broken, his father calling back just to breathe long sighs into the receiver, listening to Bakugo’s long excuse as to why it all happened, then from somewhere in the back, “how could you!”
His initial reaction is anger, of course. It always is with them; they have no control over his life so therefore they shouldn’t care what he does, or who he’s in contact with.
But then the reality sinks in. Two, three weeks later, after days of ignoring them alongside everyone else, trying to forget the memory of how he promised them he’d never hurt you or let you go, surviving off of only the rotting vegetables in his fridge and with the distraction of working coverage (his chart records reporting an all time record of capture later that year)… he realizes they’re right to be upset.
They’re right for the ways they berate him the few times he calls, picking away at what little sanity he has left without you, his father’s withered voice when he asks “have you eaten? Are you warm enough at night?” and his mother’s flaming remarks, “don’t act like this isn’t your fault.”
They’re right for way they practically ignore him when he visits home—once, to celebrate his birthday—and he finds his father has given up crochet and lace embroidery and his mother has cleared out the guest room and taken down every picture of you… and him; the only ones remaining those from primary school and before, smiling like the little shit he always was and still is (least, that’s what mom says when she notices him staring).
Then it’s months later and the reminders begin. When Koda posts pictures of you at the grand opening of his animal sanctuary agency. When he finds one last box of stuff with your name on it, and his favorite mug is on top. When his grandparents ask about the wedding and everything just starts over again. For him, emotionally (his hair only just started growing back after he started tearing it out before shaving it entirely), and his parents, too, with their melancholy looks and bitter words. He knows when people are lying, and it couldn’t be any more obvious when they reply for him, saying they’ll all just have to wait for next time.
It never really gets better, his loneliness, the ache…
But truly, no one makes Bakugo feel worse about the breakup than his parents do. Not even you, when you finally return for that last box and cry when you see that he left an engagement ring inside. And though he would’ve fought for you anyway, you (practically) have them to thank when he gets you back.
(Mitsuki cries on your shoulder the next time you see her. Masaru shows you the handmade veil.)
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"You know, I always thought I knew wh-what I wanted and that I always got what I wanted. And then, everything I th-th-thought I wanted blew up in my face," Seto said hesitantly, eyes glancing between Shuichi and somewhere in the sky as if the clouds had written what he wanted to say. "N-nothing is like what I thought it was, including you."
"I'm realizing everything I thought I wanted was just what others told me I should want." What Ikuto told him he should want. "It was just what I needed to do to feel safe, feel like I had a home and someone who loved me. And some... some.. some part of me still feels that way. Like my body or my talent is the only reason someone would ever care about me, and that's okay as long as I get what I want!" He can feel the tears welling up in his eye, tears he thought had dried up a long time ago.
"B-b-but I don't even know if I can tell what I want anymore!... Except for one thing." Straightening up, he looked the other directly in the eye now as he took a few steps forward. He took the detective's hands in his. "Through all the confusion and doubt, I know I want one thing. I want you, and I want you to want me just as much. Not just sexually, but more than that."
With that, he took one final step forward into Shuichi's space, leaning to be close enough to feel his breath on his lips but never allowing them to touch, and he whispered teasingly, "But also, very sexually."
(Seto finally has an answer to Shuichi's confession after being freed. nickelsdrcocs or naughtydr depending on where you wanna take this.)
- ✩ 「 @naughtydr 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 It’s been a taxing few weeks for all of them. Emotionally and mentally draining, Shuichi struggling to keep his head above water while wave upon wave crashed over. People breathing down his neck, clawing at his reputation— rushing at the chance to bring down the renowned detective —and throwing anything they can at him to make things more difficult. They know. He KNOWS they do. At the very least, highly suspect Shuichi hasn’t been entirely forthcoming about the facts of the case and the mysterious massacre involved.
But he hadn’t budged. If anything, he dug his heels in more firmly. Dirtied his hands further with ‘ information ’ he had tucked away ( precisely for moments like this ) about superiors, fellow investigators, anyone and everyone who posed a risk to him or anyone he was protecting. He wasn’t upfront about it. Never giving specifics. Never giving them anything they could use to incriminate him. Not that he can entirely stop the backlash of blackmail. But he knows. And they know... And no one else has to.
And... it’s worth it. Whatever he has to do is worth is, so long as it helps Seto.
Uncertain why the other man had wanted to meet him, Shuichi’s nerves had been going awry since he first received the message. Wondering what had gone wrong, what he had missed, what he needed to fix... Quick mind had thrown a million scenarios his way, each one more nauseating than the last. But reality was NOTHING like he had expected. Shuichi had tried so hard to keep from dwelling on his confession to Seto— not that it worked —that he hadn’t let himself even consider that he’d ever get a response to it.
But now, with the last lights of day streaming away to welcome the solemn night, he is.
As Seto speaks, Shuichi feels a weight in his chest, suffocating him with its familiarity. More than aware of what it can be like to not have safety guaranteed. To need to accept certain- realities... just to ensure a home and someone willing to give it to him. To feel cared about, even if it’s in a way that doesn’t feel entirely right. At least it’s SOMETHING. At least they can be considered something. To have people telling them what is best. To believe it. To NEED to. Because if they don’t... That just brings even more confusion and even more pain.
Feeling like their worth lies in what they can provide, and not who they are.
Overcome with an urge to wipe away Seto’s tears, he manages to keep his hands to himself, not wanting to make any unwanted contact. It’s hard though. Resisting the urge to touch him. Hug him. When Seto grabs his hands, Shuichi’s breath catches in his chest, wide eyes glossed over with tears he hadn’t wanted to shed. Trembling, his hands hold onto the other man’s, Shuichi shakily exhaling as he finds himself unable to break away from Seto’s gaze. He wants him... Seto wants him. He actually wants him? Heart pounding in his chest, he can barely hear Seto’s words over its internal racing... but he still hears them.
Tensing at the tease, he should have expected it, gaze briefly flits down to Seto’s lips. So close and yet keeping their distance. Letting Shuichi have that small shred of comfort. Skin flushed with a heat that doesn’t stay on his face where it belongs, Shuichi shakily swallows and tries to speak through light breaths. But words fail... Only able to be forced out when he tears his eyes away, looking to the side, watching the colors that have overtaken the sky, ❝ I... I know what it’s- like... to feel your only worth comes from what you can- ... give people. ❞ Hold on Seto’s hands grows a bit tighter, as if reassuring them both that it’s actually there. ❝ But you... You don’t make me feel that way. You make me feel like- ... I’m enough. ❞
❝ Not my talent. Not my looks... Just- me. ❞
Tongue flits across his lips, Shuichi swallowing a lump in his throat, ❝ I trust you... and- ... I want you. All of you. ❞ Colors fading into night, they reflect against ebony hair, illuminating the Detective with the final touches of day. Retreating in on himself, hair starts to further fall across his uncertain expression, a silken curtain that golden hues peek through as Shuichi looks back at Seto. Words quieter, he admits despite the unease settling in his gut, ❝ And I want you to have me too... In- every way. ❞ Honestly? He’s scared.
He’s so, so scared...
But there will also never be a better moment to take this chance. Seto wants him. Really wants him. Than to TRY. If he can’t give himself to Seto- if he can’t... make good on his word. Prove that he trusts him. When will he ever be able to? He has to. Meekly looking at Seto, Shuichi can’t bring himself to say anything else. Gaze pleading for the other man to understand, for him to somehow make things alright, he just waits to see if Seto was serious about his words. Or if it was merely another tease, same as all the others. Did he mess this moment up?
Please, let him not mess this up. 「 ☆ 」
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @crisispider
A look into Clint Barton's private instagram profile, previewing his life and relationship with Peter Parker.
Instagram posts and their captions.
1. Peter & Lucky sleeping in
2. Park day with the little Bug herself
3. He is ignoring me :P like a loser
4. texts i get from pete regularly
5. no one is cooler than Lucky
6. i have like 18 notes like these in a drawer
7. Beach day with Bug & Boyfriend, keep telling Pete he should let me use my connections and we go to a California beach; i'll even harass Tony to pay for MJ to come on vacation too so Bug has her Mama at the beach too (and you know alone time for me and babe sorry mj im very selfish)
8. Homemade pizzas, only time i will touch flour for cooking
9. Kate and Peter "arguing" while tourist watching
I love our Spiderhawk, and writing with you (for you), and I love our chatting; and just have a happiest birthday, Mel! Hope you have fun with BG3 and everyone in your life, and get spoiled for your b-day! Thanks for being so cool, love seeing you on your dash, and ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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