You had done molly before, you knew you’d be fine but Katsuki wasn’t convinced.

“We need to get you to the hospital,” he said so seriously, but you just laughed.

“No, I’m fine moron,” you mumbled.

It was stupid to call him but here you were on your ex boyfriends couch after a bad night out, impulsively calling him when your friends left you at the club when they found a guy to go home with and you didn’t.

He suggested you crash in his room, but you decline the offer.

“I’m just waiting for the alcohol to clear up my head than I’ll be out of your hair,” you said.

Katsuki’s heart skips, and he’s immediately trying to get you off his couch and into his car.

“You mixed booze and pills? You idiot, are you waiting for a heart attack?!”

You just laugh and laugh at his anger, because it’s Katsuki and of course he’d be a grandpa about your party activities.

The sound of your laughter makes him ease up enough to crack a smile, but he already knows he’s going to stay up all night to make sure you don’t stop breathing.

“Hey, you know you didn’t have to pick me up,” you mumble, grogginess making it nearly impossible to keep your eyes opened as you laid back down on his couch.

With your makeup runny from sweat and your hair tangled, he still thought you were breathtaking laying on his couch on late Friday night.

“Just so you could be murdered by following some creepy dumbass home? Yeah right,” he barks back.

You giggle, your hand finding his and holding it.

“You always were a worrier,” you mumble before softy snoring as you fell asleep.

Katsuki watches you sleep, and gently squeezes your hand as an ache spread throughout his chest.

“I’m still your hero (Y/N),” he promised, even if you weren’t his anymore.

i have this like one hc that pro-hero work involves a lot of traveling, especially in the beginning. they move here for six months and then there for four and then here for 14 and so on, just to get experience out in the field.

so it only makes sense you and bakugou end things, right at the start of his career.

and it's okay. it is. bc you both love each other and you know that, know that it's not ending bc of any huge, terrible fight that makes you enemies of one another. all the memories you'll carry can stay gold, not tarnished by anything other than the bittersweet distance.

getting used to it takes a little time, that's all; before he was your boyfriend, he was your friend, first and foremost. someone you had inside jokes with and had similar interests you could talk to about for hours, things that you only did with him and no one else. things only he knew. and not getting to tell him exciting news about college or ask if he saw the limited edition, golden age all might nendoroid they're releasing at the end of the year...sucks. it feels wrong, like these are things he's supposed to know, no matter what. things you're supposed to talk about.

you call him five months into his eight month nagoya contract and he doesn't answer. you think maybe he changed his number and didn't tell you, bc he doesn't actually have to anymore. bakugou has always been good about self control, keeping to himself, and it wouldn't surprise you if he's written you off without a second thought—bc this is how it's supposed to be when you break up with someone.

it's not until the next day that you get a text, late in the evening.

[9:26 PM] did you mean to call me

of course you did, but maybe you shouldn't have. hearing the line ring over and over again—it's cemented the realization that he's not thinking about you anymore. that he's moved on and you should too and he probably doesn't want to hear whatever if is you want to talk about. he'll probably just think you're weird. clingy.

yeah, but it's nothing important [9:32 PM]

he reads it immediately and—nothing happens. and you think that's it. hopefully you didn't come off too passive aggressive and now he thinks you're mad that he didn't answer. maybe you should have put an emoji, the little smiling one with the hands to show no biggie ! maybe you should have just said that, or that you couldn't remember the name of that hiking trail you did together two summers ago, but then you googled it and didn't need him anymore. or something.

he calls at 10:03.

your heart is in your throat when you pick up, beating like crazy bc you haven't heard his voice in a while. "uh, hello?"

and he hesitates too; his drawn out inhale doesn’t go unnoticed. "hey."

there's a brief period of silence on the line, some light shuffling on his end. sounds of cars passing, the rare honk of what traffic lingers this late at night. the wind scratches by, audible, and you shiver despite being in your own bed. you imagine him under a dim streetlight, fully outfitted.

bakugou huffs, "you called me?"

"yeah," you blink and sit up, though you don't know why. maybe because this needs your full attention, or because you don't want your voice to get muffled by your pillow. "i was just, uh—my roommate. she asked me if i've ever been to gekikara gourmet festival—"

"oh my god."

it's the exasperation in his voice that makes you laugh, so vivid, exactly as you remember it, and you can picture the face he must be making. "i know, i was like 'oh boy, have i'."

"d'you tell her you puked—"

"—with my head between my knees while sitting on that kiddie slide, yes i did."

he snorts, just the way he did as he patted the back of your head that night, awkwardly, standing beside you with a fist at his side. "told you not to try those fucking noodles."

you agree. "they were making even you sweat, i don't know what i was thinking."

it had been one of your first official dates, and you think all the spicy food didn't help with your restless nerves. it always felt stupid, looking back on it, to be so afraid; you'd known bakugou forever, and the only difference between that night and the many you'd spent before as friends was that he'd kissed your temple, lips red from spice and all. it was just bakugou, you thought. what was there to be anxious about?

and now the silence is making your stomach turn.

"yeah," you continue lamely, "nothing important, it just—made me think of you."

he doesn't say anything. if it weren't for the distant slam of something—a trash can lid or car door—you would think he hung up. he's always had a hard time with his words and you don't really even understand why he called instead of texting. if there was something he wanted to say to you, you aren't sure he could.

"so, i guess i'll let you—"

"y'got a roommate now?"

"uh, yeah." something ugly in your stomach wants there to be jealousy in his tone, and you shake your head to be rid of the thought. because it shouldn't matter. "she's in a couple of my classes. big fan of, like, kpop and stuff."

he snorts again and you can imagine the roll of his eyes, bright with amusement despite the frown on his lips. you love that look on him; so content that it felt out of his character, something he wanted to hide. being the cause of it has always been so sweet. "different apartment?"

"yeah, in a little dorm on campus." he didn't live with you long, just in the time between graduating and when his applications to agencies began returning acceptions. "couldn't afford that place by myself."

bakugou hums, and your eyes swim so suddenly that you have to take the phone away from your head. you wonder if he misses those days as much as you do. the simple life, doing the mundane together; washing clothes in the laundry room downstairs, having to clean the dishes by hand or the dishwasher would flood the tiny kitchen, taking quick showers together so that you'd both get hot water.

it was terrible. it was perfect. the kind of life you could never have, with dynamight.

his voice buzzes distantly and you sniff, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater before putting the phone back up to your ear.

"what'd you say?"

"that—" he huffs, "nothin'." you sniff again, unthinking, and he goes completely silent again. no inhale, no exhale.

he's not stupid. he probably knew this would happen and that's why he didn't want to answer. it was hard enough for him to get the words out the first time ("just gonna be shit, for you to be waitin'. eraser told me not to—won't be able to keep any fucking—and i don't wanna be some jackass that just lets you down all the fuckin' time.")

"sorry," you laugh because you feel awkward, because you didn't mean to force what you've been suffocating on him all at once. "i don't know what just happened."

bakugou mumbles, "s'fine."

you think that even if there was something he wanted to say, he wouldn't know how.

"but yeah," you sigh and scrub a hand over your face again. "no biggie, just thought it was funny when she asked and wanted to tell you. it's actually kind of late and i need to head to bed, but i'll—" talk to him later, is what you want to say, but your stomach drops and you know that it's not that easy. not anymore.

maybe it will be one day in the future, but this is the life you have to live, for now. all you can do is hold onto that hope, as your throat tries to tighten again.

"fuck, i—" he breathes, so frustrated that it nearly becomes a grunt, "y'don't know how—just, goddammit, in three months i'll—"

"i know," you tell him, and you smile like he can see it. in three months, he'll come back, to accept another contract, and then he'll be gone again. if there was a way to make it work, bakugou would have found it. of all people, bakugou would have found it. "it's okay," you tell him.

and it is. it is.

Synopsis: Your worst nightmare comes to life after you receive a call well after midnight that isn’t from your husband Bakugou but about him. Rushing to the hospital you’re thankful to find him alive but when he comes to he asks to see his wife despite you standing there.

Warnings: Angst, dark themes, mentions of child loss, mentions of/contemplating abortion, mentions of difficulty conceiving. Cheating if you squint

Final Chapter : The final good bye, I’ll break my promise one last time. wc 8414

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“Bakubro.” Kirishima calls out, garnet eyes following you into the sky. Eijirou knows, he fucking knows Bakugou just shouted out your name and it’s only a matter of time before Bakugou becomes as volatile as one of the grenades on his tapered waist. The giant redhead swallows thickly as he tries to get to Bakugou as fast as he can. 

Who the fuck was that brat? Who the fuck were you? 

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600+words

Genre: Fluff, comfort

The muffled sounds of the city filled the room as you laid on your back basking in the calming atmosphere that engulfed the room. Kirishima’s head was resting on your stomach, your fingers gently combing through his soft strands. You looked down at him, taking in his sharp features from above. How he still managed to look soft even with his overmasculine appearance you didn’t know.

His eyes were closed, long eyelashes sitting softly on his cheekbones. You moved your finger away from his hair to trace gently the slightly crooked slope of his nose, the sharp line of his jawline and the cupid bow of his plump lips. Kirishima was indeed the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life, and the fact that you could actually reach your hand and touch him, feel the warmth of his body, heat your cold fingertips made your heart clench. The intimacy that you shared allowed you to see him without filters, and him to free himself from the heavy expectations that the world outside of your room placed on him.  Even if sometimes it felt like it, It wasn’t a dream the grounding weight of his head proved it to you. But it wasn’t unusual for you to sometimes feel unworthy of him. He was so bright and eye-catching, his aura naturally drew people in, and on top of that he was also extremely successful at his job. On many occasions you had to watch his life unfold from the sidelines because there was nothing you could really do. It was hard not to feel like you didn’t really belong by his side and that maybe he would be better off with someone like Mina. His eyelids fluttered open, as if he could sense the negative thoughts running through your head,  his red eyes met yours in an instant catching you off guard, apparently he found your surprised expression amusing since his face broke into a contagiose grin that shaped his eyes into crescent moons and you couldn’t help but return it. “Don’t stare at me like that.” You said pushing his face to the side, he chuckled his deep voice rumbling low in his chest, his shark pointy teeth always showing. You felt his weight shift, Kirishima’s grinning face now at eye level with you, his hands at either side of your head, supporting his fraim above you. “ I can’t help It. You’re just too pretty.” You quirked an eyebrow, fake disdain painting your features. “ Just pretty ah!? I thought you said I was the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth, were you lying to me all along?” He laughed nuzzling his face against the crock of your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of it sending shivers down your spine. “How could I ever lie to you? Of course you are the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth.” You hummed in approval engulfing his toned body with your arms, kissing the top of his head letting your finger draw imaginary patterns on his bare back. “Y/n you’re beautiful, but you’re so much more than that to me. I’m not good with words but, I don’t know… being with you just feels right.“ Kirishima played with the skin on your arm, pinching it lightly, to distract himself from the embarrassed blush he knew was growing on his cheeks.  “ I know that I should be okay with or without you, but when you’re not there, I can’t help but feel like something it’s missing, because I need you, I really do.” He shyly looked up at you, and you felt bad for letting your insecurities, question the sincerity of his feelling, that were nothing but genuine. “Was that cheesy?” You smiled. “Nah, it was pretty manly.”

“We can’t keep doing this,” you mumble, watching as Katsuki takes a drag out of his cigarette.

“Hey, you called me sweetheart.” The way his eyebrows furrow tell you that he’s thinking the same thing, guilt and regret settling in when the cloud of lust finally lifts.

You scoff, looking away from his naked figure, instead taking in the articles of clothing that were ripped off and scattered around your bedroom.

“We could work out, you and me.” Katsuki’s voice is quiet, vulnerable. He’s looking out the window, thinking, hoping.

You cross your arms to lay them on your knees, tucking your chin in the fold of your arm, hiding.

“You know that’s a lie,” you tease, but the twist in your gut makes you regret your words when a familiar scowl makes whatever softness he had for you disappear.

“I’d call off the wedding, you know I would.” Katsuki finishes his cigarette, placing the stub on the ashtray that’s on the night stand. His engagement band flashes with the movement, the gold mocking you.

Tears blind your vision, Katsuki tenses up when he hears your light sniffles.

“Why didn’t you show me this side of you before?” You’re hopeless, this is hopeless, but you needed to know.

Katsuki’s hand is heavy when he places it on your head, fingers threading through the knots he created from moving you around in the bed.

“I wasn’t in love with you before.”

His confession is what breaks the dam, and your chest tightens as you begin to sob.

“It’s too late for you and me Katsuki, you know that.” You say, but still lean into his touch.

Katsuki shakes his head, mindful of the time and he just knows he’ll have a million messages from his fiancé asking him where he’s been.

He pulls you into his chest, masking your cries and just holding you. Exhaling a shaky breath, Katsuki wished he could just go back to a time before life got so complicated, before he complicated everything.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

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aki x female!reader

1k+ words

Tw: reader is depressed, mention of death and suicidal topics.

 You woke up to an empty bed. 

The room was enguIft in the calming darkness of the night, the gentle summer breeze - let in by the open balcony doors - caressed your face and subtly moved the end of the long white curtains. 

You made your way towards it.

Aki was there, sitting on a chair in the corner of the balcony, cigarette in hand. Even though he didn’t think of himself as attractive you couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful person you ever laid eyes upon. The black shadow that was his hair, free  from its usual updo framed his face gently complimenting his sharp features. His body was elegant, and moved with grace and fluidity, he never seemed awkward nor out of place. Noticing your presence, his focus shifted from the skylain of the sleeping city to you. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” “I could ask you the same thing.”

You took a seat on his lap, his arm caging you automatically to his body. You felt the cold tip of his nose rub against the nape of your exposed neck, searching for your scent, that seemed to calm him down way faster than any cigarette could. His soft lips pressed a gentle kiss on your skin. You cherished every little gesture, the gentle ways by which he treated you, never failed to make you feel appreciated, and wanted, silencing that stagnant sadness that never seemed to leave you. Honestly speaking, before meeting him you feIt like your soul was already dead and you were just waiting for your body to catch on. You didn't really find pleasure in living, it felt boring and alienating, death in your head was a gift...no, a privilege that you wanted to benefit from soon. Sometimes the desire to end it all took over your brain and the darkest of thoughts turned into fantasies of liberation and freedom,

And then you met him.

You never felt more alive, and you truly believe that the first time ever blood started pumping through your veins was when yours and Aki paths of tragedy met. 

You knew it was not meant to last forever, but in that moment his heart was biting, his skin was warm, his body was there for you to touch, he was alive and that was enough.

But you couldn’t help but feel scared of him leaving you behind.

You couldn’t phantom having to go back to living the way you did before, not after knowing what it felt like to truly exist in peace.

When you were apart, and his presence couldn't soothe you to a peaceful sleep, nightmares took over. You couldn't really picture clear depictions of his death, but in the jungle of screaming voices, running  figures appeared in a blur, nothing felt clear or defined, it was chaos. Devils didn't need to show themselves for their evil to be felt. And in your spirit, soul and mind, the only thing that was clear was the feeling of his absence. Even though those nightmares weren't real, the excruciating pain and fear  you felt when you woke up was. 

"Aki…" the build up of sadness in your throat was getting unbearable, making your voice sound groggy. "Let me go first ". 

He took a moment to look at you. Eyebrows furrowed beyond possible, ingraining deep wrinkles on his forehead. His body went rigid under you, but his arms held on to you tighter. A thick silence that you didn't know how to describe descended upon the both of you. He had Power and Denji by his side now.

There was a small part of you that was jealous and hated not being the sole source of his happiness and content, sharing his affection at the beginning felt uncomfortable, but in the world that you both lived in there was no place to arvest that kind of selfish emotions towards the ones you loved, not when you had selfish requests like that.

“Aki, everyday I wake up, and it hurts. But I’m happy because you are the first thing I see when I open my eyes.”  Your eyes were glossy, and tiers ready to fall, as you caressed his face.  “You have people who love you, and need you. You have things to look forward to. But I…beside you, I have nobody, and it’s okay. Aki I desired death for so long. But if you leave before me not even death could grant me refuge from the hurt of a life without you. Aki, let me find my peace.”

The cigarette that fell from his fingers long ago stayed put as the last flicker of fire consumed the paper and turned everything into ashes. You felt bad, but for the sake of your flickering sanity, you couldn’t keep it to yourself.

“Don’t hate me Aki, please.”

His eyes were low, he hadn’t been able to look you in the face for a while now, but his grip got progressively stronger, bruising, fingernails breaking into your skin. It hurt, it did but you welcomed that kind of physical pain, in some weird way it felt calming.

“I could never hate you Y/n.”

You kept staring at him as he turned his head to look in the distance.

“Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we were different people and lived a different life. Maybe we would have met at school, or at a part-time job in a cafeteria. I wouldn’t smoke, and you would smile more. I’d ask you out, we would date and maybe break-up a couple of times, then...then I’d want to marry you, so you could be mine even by law. I want to see what we’d look like in twenty, thirty years, you’ll still be beautiful that I’m sure. There are so many things I want to do with you, and for you but I’ll never be able to do. So if there’s something that I can do, I’ll do it because I love you.

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yelena x f!reader

Head resting between the valley of her breasts, you couldn't help but snuggle yourself closer to her body, trying to imprint in your memory her scent. Her left hand was caressing lazily the skin of your lower back, long slender fingers drawing uneven patterns, cold fingertips sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

The little flickering flame of the candle was the only source of light in the small room, tinting the walls with a soft golden hue that blended perfectly with the intimate moment you two were sharing. She never once thought that she would be able to feel something as strong as the utterly blind admiration that she felt towards Zeke, an almost God like figure in her mind, and his goal. But whatever thing you two got going on certainly came close. Really close. Since the first time you locked eyes a sudden urge arose from deep within her. It was a feeling that made her uncomfortable because it hitched at her insides, and started to whisper at her brain incomprehensible blatter that always revolved around you. The way you parted your hair, the tone of your voice, your smile, the way the uniform hugged your body...it was all getting to her. She didn't really know if it was appropriate to call that feeling love, not with all the possessiveness and desperation attached to it, but it didn't really matter as long as you stayed within her reach and you two could share peaceful moments like this together, because there was no guarantee that would be another chance to take advantage of the darkness of the night and sneak in each other quarters even to just bask in your presence.

Your relationship was a secret that you didn’t intend to share with anybody. But you knew Hell was about to break and you didn’t know if your love could last a war and at times you found yourself thinking about a future where the moments you shared would feel so distant and unreal that you would start to doubt of whatever they really happened or not, you wanted somebody to tell you that it was not your imagination. To remind you that once you really found your happiness.

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English is not my first language, in fact is the third, but i wanted to experiment writing fanfics with it so i apologize if i make mistakes or somethings don't make quite sense or sound off. Now that that's out of the way, enjoy your stay :)