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It happens every time John doesn't put away his shield... Even for 5 minutes.

And yes... Again (consecutive) i draw a super soldier being bullied by animals.

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""you have a wife?!"

thunderbolts*bucky barnes x black!reader

★ ;— Yelena spots a ring on Bucky’s finger, sparking team-wide curiosity. an obsession trying to figure out what it could possibly mean—marriage? engagement?. after a much speculation, a gone wrong mission leads them to his home—where they meet you.

“have you noticed he has a ring on?” whispered Yelena, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer to Ava, nodding subtly towards Bucky. her gaze was locked on the thin band of silver wrapped neatly around the third finger of his flesh hand. it shimmered slightly under the overhead light as he flipped through mission files.

Ava followed her line of sight, eyebrows raising in realization. “wow… yeah. i didn’t even notice that before.”

“what you think it is?” Ava asked, lowering her voice and shifting to get a better angle. Yelena hummed thoughtfully, squinting harder like staring would unlock the answer. “he couldn’t possibly be married,” she muttered, her thick Russian accent curling around each word like suspicion in motion. Ava tilted her head, arms crossing. “i mean... right? he’s Bucky. the Bucky. Winter Soldier. he barely talks to anyone.” “exactly,” Yelena whispered, as if confirming a crime.

while the two girls speculated, Bucky remained at the table, focused on the spread of intel in front of him, blissfully unaware—or perhaps willfully ignoring their curious stares. up until Bob walked in. he entered holding another folder, only to freeze mid-step when he caught Yelena and Ava staring hard at Bucky’s hand. “uh... why’re you guys staring at Bucky?” he asked innocently, blinking at them. Bucky paused, looking up slowly. his eyes flicked to the two women and their obvious expressions. they didn’t even look away in time. busted.

Bob, still confused, opened his mouth again, but before he could say another word, a sharp smack landed on the back of his head. he winced and turned around with a grumble. “Bob!” Yelena whisper-yelled, glaring daggers. he blinked at her with wide, hurt puppy eyes. “what did i do?!” Bucky let out a deep, tired grunt, pushed away from the table, and walked out of the room without a word.

great.

from that day on, it became a mission of its own, figuring out what the ring meant. was he married? was he engaged? was it symbolic? something from his past? something passed down? their curiosity spiraled.

what began with just Yelena and Ava soon roped in Walker, who asked why they kept looking at Bucky’s hand during briefings. then Alexei, who never turned down an excuse to theorize. and eventually, Bob—who, despite being clueless, became obsessed too. now the whole team was in on it. they whispered theories during training. they watched Bucky like hawks during meetings. they stared at his hand like it held the meaning of life. and the worst part? Bucky knew.

he always knew.

every time he stepped into a room, he could feel their eyes on him. every time he spoke, there was a strange silence. every time he sat down, it was like they were all waiting for something to slip. they weren’t subtle. not even close. they were being weird. not themselves. and eventually… they started losing hope. no cracks. no hints. no answers.

until one night after a brutal, chaotic mission that had left them stranded and scrambling—they ended up in front of a door. a very nice door. too nice. the hallway was clean, with gentle golden lights casting warm glows on smooth walls. the carpet beneath their boots was plush. the air smelled faintly of lavender and lemon cleaner. everything about it screamed comfort. safety.

not something off-grid. they exchanged confused glances. “you sure this is the place?” Walker asked, glancing down the hall again. “Bucky’s key,” Bob muttered, motioning to the door. “so… yeah.”

Bucky sighed like he was preparing for battle, pulled a key from his pocket, and unlocked the door. the second the door swung open, the smell hit them. real food. rich and warm and comforting. garlic, butter, maybe herbs—bread. it hit like a tidal wave after weeks of stale rations and fast meals on the move.

their stomachs growled so loud, someone actually cursed under their breath. they all stumbled inside, shoving each other slightly, stepping over boots and shoulders as they entered. you heard them before you saw them—the sudden shuffle of boots, the heavy thuds of tired bodies moving. you placed the spoon down in the pot, turning off the burner, and made your way to the hallway entrance, confusion tugging at your features.

was that… Bucky?

you stepped into view and froze. bucky stood there. but behind him… five others. all dirty, exhausted, eyes half-lidded and limbs heavy, like they’d just crawled out of a war zone.

“my love?” you called softly, voice laced with both surprise and concern. everyone stopped. dead silence. Bucky’s face shifted instantly—like his whole body relaxed at the sound of your voice. “my love?” Yelena whispered back in shock, eyes darting between you and Bucky, trying to connect the dots. Bucky walked over without hesitation and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest like you were his entire safe place.

“are these your friends?” you asked quietly, eyes scanning the ragtag group behind him. “something like that,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your head. you looked back at them. five pairs of stunned, wide eyes stared at you. Yelena squinted again. “i’m sorry but… who are you?” you offered a small, polite smile. Bucky groaned like this moment had been inevitable. “this is y/n,” he said, voice dry. “my wife.”

a beat.

“YOU HAVE A WIFE?!” they all shouted, the sound echoing down the hallway. you laughed at the look on Bucky’s face. he looked mildly insulted. “so that’s what the ring is...” Bob mumbled like the final puzzle piece had been placed. “why is this so shocking?” Bucky asked, exasperated. “because you’re so... secretive. you barely talk about your past, let alone your personal life,” Yelena pointed out bluntly. “and being married? like… actually married?” Walker added. you turned to Bucky, brow raised. “you haven’t told them about me?" he gave you a tired look. “i was going to…eventually.”

“uh huh,” you muttered, then turned back to them with a brighter smile. “well, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. I just finished up dinner so I hope you’re all hungry!.”

they were.

they didn’t mean to eat like animals, but after what they’d been through and the smell in your home—it was impossible to resist. plates clattered, forks scraped, and the table buzzed with half-shocked, half-hungry chatter.

you moved around the kitchen with ease, bringing more rolls, refilling dishes, handing out drinks like this was all completely normal. “i’m still not over the fact that you’re married,” Helena muttered, biting into a piece of bread. the rest nodded. “out of everyone, you were the last one i expected,” Walker said. “i love it!,” alexei declared, raising his cup. “the Winter Soldier... domesticated!” Bucky groaned again. “this was a bad idea...” Bob cleared his throat, then asked, “so...uh how did you two meet?”

you glanced at Bucky, who was already avoiding eye contact. “would you like to tell them or should i?” you teased. his fingers pinched your side under the table, making you giggle. “we met a few years ago,” you started. “during a mission with sam. super soldiers on the run, high tension, lots of disagreements.”

“she almost shot me,” bucky grumbled taking a sip of his drink. “i had valid reasons,” you said matter-of-factly, rolling your eyes. “but even after the mission, we stayed in touch. and... over time, we grew closer.”

your voice softened as you remembered it. “i thought he’d give me a sweet confession,” you said. “instead, he got drunk on ten shots and blurted it out.” the table exploded into laughter. “he was so shy! but deep down, he’s a big softie,” you whispered with a smile. “can we not?” bucky grumbled hearing the rest of the team laugh, imaging the Bucky Barnes getting shy.

as the night wore on, everyone cleaned up and collapsed into your living room—washed, fed, and finally relaxed. in the kitchen, you and Bucky stood side by side, finishing the dishes. his arms now finding your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“y’know they’re good people,” you said quietly. “yeah,” he replied, his voice already growing sleepy. “i’m glad you found a team, makes me more comfortable you’re not alone.” you whispered, feeling his metal hand squeeze your side in reassurance, lips brushing the back of your neck. “I missed you,” he murmured. you turned, amused. “you saw me yesterday?.”

“still.” he was getting clingy. he always got clingy when he was this tired.“well, i missed you too, my love,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “c’mon. let’s go to bed, you’re getting all clingy~”

he pinched you again.

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★ ; — after you get hurt on a mission, bucky loses his cool for the first time, overwhelmed by fear and worry. despite the argument, he still gently cares for your injuries.

bucky wasn’t the type to yell when he got mad, not even when you two argued. whenever there was a disagreement, he’d either sit quietly, listening to everything you had to say, or quietly walk out with a muttered, “we can talk about this later,” not wanting either of you to say something you’d regret. but tonight was different. you both had just come back from a mission with the rest of the Thunderbolts when everything blew up. you barely made it through the door before it started. “I thought I told you to stay on the right,” he snapped, groaning as he gently lowered you onto the couch. you shrugged, brushing it off. “I saw an opportunity and I took it. I wasn’t just going to sit around and wait.”

bucky shook his head, jaw tightening, his heart pounding in his chest. the way you were minimizing what had happened—like you hadn’t just barely escaped something serious was making his blood boil. you could’ve been killed. “I told you to go right—and now look at you.” his voice was rough, gesturing toward the state you were in. a couple of dark bruises stained your face, your lip was busted, and from the sharp ache in your side, a broken rib seemed likely. but adrenaline still numbed most of the pain. “I’m fine, aren’t I?” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “It’s just a couple of bruises, buck i’ll be fine.”

that did it.

“you’re not fine!” he shouted suddenly, startling you. “you most likely have a broken rib, a busted lip, and you’re bleeding. do you understand how dangerous that could’ve been?!” what started as concern exploded into a full-blown argument. you went back and forth—him trying to get you to understand the severity of it, you insisting you could handle yourself.

but bucky wasn’t stupid. he’d been a soldier and a weapon for years. he knew how to read people, and he could see it all in your eyes—pain, fear, the lie you were trying to keep up. you weren’t okay, and that scared him more than he wanted to admit. “I can see it on your face, Y/N!” he finally yelled, and it was like something inside you both cracked. he never raised his voice—ever. seeing his ears flushed red, his eyes swimming with a chaotic mix of anger, worry, and guilt…it made your breath catch. “what if something happens to you and I’m not there to help?” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “do you know what that would do to me? I’ve already watched you almost die once—I can’t go through that again. I won’t.”

that shut you up.

you sat there in stunned silence, still clutching your side. bucky stared at you, chest heaving, eyes burning. then, with a frustrated sigh, he ran a hand through his dark hair and crossed the room. without a word, he lifted you back into his arms and carried you to the medical bay. you groaned quietly as he set you down, the pain in your rib now sharp and uncomfortable. bucky moved with quiet efficiency—grabbing antiseptic, gauze, medical tape. still angry, but still gentle. always gentle with you. he cleaned the dried blood from your face, patched the worst of the bruises, then carefully pressed his fingers into your ribcage. you hissed in pain, getting confirmation. “right rib’s broken,” he murmured. “It’ll heal in two weeks if you rest.”

you nodded, eyes on him the whole time. even now..especially now—his care never faltered. as he wrapped the bandage around your torso, you felt the weight of your guilt settle in your chest. “I’ve never seen you raise your voice like that,” you said softly, reaching up to brush your fingers through his hair, down to his cheek. he leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a second. then he turned and kissed your palm. “was I too harsh?” he asked quietly, guilt already creeping into his voice.

you shook your head. “no. just… shocked. but not harsh. you were right.” the relief in his eyes was subtle, but it was there. “I’m sorry, buck,” you murmured. “for making you worry like that.” he hummed “I’m sorry too, doll,” he replied, his voice low. “I just—I can’t lose you. I won’t survive it.” there was a long pause before either of you spoke again. then you scooted just slightly on the bed, wincing at the movement “lay with me?” you asked. his expression softened completely. without another word, he toed off his boots, shrugged off his jacket, and climbed in beside you. he wrapped an arm carefully around your waist, mindful of your injury, pulling you close. you sighed into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

“I love you,” you whispered. he kissed the top of your head. “I love you too... so damn much.” and for the first time that night, the tension melted away. even through the pain, you felt safe. and with bucky’s arms around you—you always would.

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bucky is the type to…….

bucky is the type to lie whenever he comes back injured. he’d never tell you right away—sometimes not for days, even weeks. the idea of making you worry puts a strange, uncomfortable pang in his chest, one he’d rather avoid. so, like any other normal day, he’d act like everything was fine, ignoring the dull, aching pain beneath the surface. he really thought he was getting away with it—until one night, you found out. the disappointment on your face hit him harder than any punch. when he admitted how long he’d been hiding it, he just stood there like a scolded puppy, silent. he didn’t argue. he let you take his hand and quietly followed you to the bathroom so you could properly treat his wounds.

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bucky is the type to be shy when you first start dating. after all, it’s been over 60 years since he’s even thought and actually been with someone. at first, he didn’t think you’d feel the same way about him—afraid you’d see him as a monster, like so many others had. but when you accidentally confessed your feelings one night, that tight, anxious knot in his stomach started to loosen. he didn’t know how to be a boyfriend at first. not really. he was nervous, like super duper nervous, scared he’d mess it all up. but with your constant reassurance, he slowly began to crawl out of his shell.

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bucky is the type to avoid using his metal arm when he touches you. he’d use it for everything else—cooking, cleaning, lifting—but not for you. not when he held your hand. not when he touched your face. at first, it confused you. you asked him once why he never used his other arm. he would be hesitant at first to answer, but eventually he told you. “I… just..don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled. and suddenly, it all made sense. you hadn’t meant to giggle, but it was so endearingly sweet. “buck… you’re not going to hurt me. It’s okay, I promise.” he furrowed his brow, hesitating. but trusting your words, he would slowly lift his metal hand to your cheek, hesitant but calmly. the cool touch made you smile as you leaned into it, and a small, shy smile crept across his face, too. “I’ll believe you,” he whispered.

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bucky is the type to get jealous—and lie about it. he’s not great with emotions, and worse at hiding them. the way his jaw clenched, how his blue eyes darkened when you were talking to another guy—it was obvious. you were his. It didn’t take long before he strode over, slipping his arm around your waist. you felt the cold press of metal and instantly knew who it was. you would huff. he would grin. and the guy you were talking to looked visibly nervous. It only took a minute of bucky’s staring before the guy got the message and walked off. you turned to bucky with a frown, “really?” getting nothing back but a shit eating grin pressing a kiss to the top of your head, completely unbothered.

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bucky is the type to stay by your side when you’re hurt. even if it’s just a small injury, he’d be there—hovering, fussing, making sure you were okay. but when it’s something serious? he doesn’t leave your side for a second. whether it’s days in a hospital bed or routine checkups, he’s there. watching the doctors, asking questions, holding your hand through every moment. on late nights, he’d doze off in the chair beside you, still holding your hand, refusing to let go. some nights, when you saw how exhausted he was, you’d insist he crawl into the bed beside you. and after some reluctance, he’d give in—carefully curling around you, the safest place either of you knew.

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bucky is the type to put you before himself. always. It doesn’t matter how many times you ask him to take care of himself first—his answer is always the same: a gentle, polite, but firm no. you’re his world. he’d give anything to keep you safe. so, when he was framed for the murder of Wakanda’s king, he burst through your apartment door in a panic—packing your things without a word. you called his name over and over, but he wouldn’t stop until you grabbed his hand, forcing him to look at you. “please,” you said, “tell me what’s going on.” he finally explained. he wasn’t trying to run—he was trying to protect you from the chaos of his past, a past that never stopped haunting him. no matter what happens, your safety will always come before his own.

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bucky is absolutely the type to be a total goofball. he’d bring back old-school charm straight from the 1940s—opening doors for you every time, scolding you if you even tried to touch the handle. “you’re taking away my job, doll,” he’d tease with that boyish grin. he’d drop cheesy pickup lines from the 40s like they were gold, insisting they always worked back then. you’d roll your eyes, calling him cheesy, but you’d be smiling every time. and yes—he definitely follows the sidewalk rule. always keeping himself between you and the street. old habits, after all, die hard.

smut bonus ~

bucky is the type to start off gentle. at first, he’d be cautious—afraid of hurting you if he let himself get carried away. his movements would be slow, careful, each thrust deliberate and controlled. he’d press soft kisses along your neck, working his way up to your lips, muffling the soft moans that escaped you. his cold metal fingers would trace your body like he was trying to memorize every inch of you—every reaction, every shiver, every sound. he treated you like something precious, something breakable. but the moment you whispered that it was okay for him to be rougher… you might’ve just unleashed something you weren’t fully prepared for. those gentle thrusts turned into something deeper, more desperate—like he’d been holding back since the very beginning. his breathing grew heavier, his groans low and rough in your ear, almost like growls. It wasn’t just desire—it was hunger. he still hesitated with his metal arm, unsure, afraid of going too far. but when he saw the way you reached for it—guiding it to your throat with a look that said trust me—he finally got the message. he applied just enough pressure. Not too much—never too much—but enough to make your pulse quicken and your body arch beneath him. and in that moment, he realized he didn’t have to be afraid of breaking you. you wanted all of him—even the parts he’d spent so long trying to hide.

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★ ;— when bucky slips into the Winter Soldier, only your touch can bring him back. even when he doesn’t remember you, his body does—your voice, your warmth. In the quiet of your shared apartment, you remind him he’s still human, still loved..and he always finds his way back to you.

you were used to it by now—the random moments when he slipped between who he really was and who they turned him into. the Winter Soldier. It usually happened after the nightmares…after the trigger words being repeated over and over in his head, the past mistakes he did while he was still brainwashed by them. but without a command, he was harmless. still, when he reverted, he was still unpredictable. dangerous in a way, only someone trained to be a weapon could be.

you were the only one who could handle him—you and bucky always stayed close to one another. you could tell when every moment he switched, even when he didn’t know you, when his memories were buried deep, he still recognized the feeling of your touch. the warmth of your hand. the way you looked at him like he was still human. It was 3 a.m. in the small apartment you shared—a quiet space meant to keep him grounded. safe. you had gotten up for a glass of water, padding quietly into the kitchen, unaware of the familiar dark blue eyes fixed on you from the shadows. you took a sip, set the glass down—and that’s when you felt it. that undeniable weight of someone watching you. you turned. there he stood in the doorway, still and silent.

this wasn’t your bucky.

his jaw was tense, face expressionless, posture military straight. and those bright blue eyes—usually filled with something soft and warm—were darker now. emotionless. cold. but you didn’t panic. you knew better. without a command, he wouldn’t hurt you. You turned to face him completely. “come,” you said gently, in Russian. he moved. you took a cautious step back, suddenly reminded of just how tall he really was. you’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t racing. he stopped a few inches away, towering over you, eyes locked on yours. still, you smiled—small, soft and slowly lifted your hand to his cheek. the effect was immediate..he leaned into your touch.

he remembered instantly.

“do you remember who I am?” you spoke again in Russian, your voice barely above a whisper. he shook his head no, but you saw it—the confusion. the flicker of something familiar. he didn’t know your name.. your face. but the moment your skin touched his, he felt it. safe. warmth. a sense of calm he didn’t understand. he didn’t know why—but you made him feel human. he stepped in closer, pressing you gently back against the counter. “your touch…?” he murmured in Russian, almost like a question. he leaned in further, like a lost soul searching for something familiar. his metal arm braced beside you on the countertop, boxing you in. you didn’t move. you couldn’t. then, unexpectedly, he turned his head and pressed a kiss into your palm. a sigh left his lips—slow, steady, almost like an exhale of recognition. In that moment, you felt the shift. his posture softened. his muscles relaxed.

your bucky was back.

“It happened again,” he murmured, his voice low and full of shame. you reached up, tugging him closer until your bodies were pressed together, chest to chest. “It did,” you whispered, “but you didn’t hurt me.” he frowned, eyes clouded with guilt. “buck, listen to me,” you said gently, “I know you’d never hurt me. and even if you did, I wouldn’t be angry. what they did to you—you didn’t have a choice. so believe me when I say this..I’m not afraid of you.”

you leaned your forehead against his. he closed his eyes, breathing deeply. a sigh of relief slipped from his lips. It sounded crazy, but you loved these moments. the vulnerable ones. they reminded you that bucky trusted you enough to let his guard down. that he didn’t always has to be strong. you took a shaky breath and opened your eyes, finding his still closed, his face leaning into your touch. then, with a quiet sigh, he slid his hands—one metal, one flesh—around your thighs and lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he felt safe with you. and you felt just as safe with him.

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★ ;— when bucky slips into the Winter Soldier, only your touch can bring him back. even when he doesn’t remember you, his body does—your voice, your warmth. In the quiet of your shared apartment, you remind him he’s still human, still loved..and he always finds his way back to you.

you were used to it by now—the random moments when he slipped between who he really was and who they turned him into. the Winter Soldier. It usually happened after the nightmares…after the trigger words being repeated over and over in his head, the past mistakes he did while he was still brainwashed by them. but without a command, he was harmless. still, when he reverted, he was still unpredictable. dangerous in a way, only someone trained to be a weapon could be.

you were the only one who could handle him—you and bucky always stayed close to one another. you could tell when every moment he switched, even when he didn’t know you, when his memories were buried deep, he still recognized the feeling of your touch. the warmth of your hand. the way you looked at him like he was still human. It was 3 a.m. in the small apartment you shared—a quiet space meant to keep him grounded. safe. you had gotten up for a glass of water, padding quietly into the kitchen, unaware of the familiar dark blue eyes fixed on you from the shadows. you took a sip, set the glass down—and that’s when you felt it. that undeniable weight of someone watching you. you turned. there he stood in the doorway, still and silent.

this wasn’t your bucky.

his jaw was tense, face expressionless, posture military straight. and those bright blue eyes—usually filled with something soft and warm—were darker now. emotionless. cold. but you didn’t panic. you knew better. without a command, he wouldn’t hurt you. You turned to face him completely. “come,” you said gently, in Russian. he moved. you took a cautious step back, suddenly reminded of just how tall he really was. you’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t racing. he stopped a few inches away, towering over you, eyes locked on yours. still, you smiled—small, soft and slowly lifted your hand to his cheek. the effect was immediate..he leaned into your touch.

he remembered instantly.

“do you remember who I am?” you spoke again in Russian, your voice barely above a whisper. he shook his head no, but you saw it—the confusion. the flicker of something familiar. he didn’t know your name.. your face. but the moment your skin touched his, he felt it. safe. warmth. a sense of calm he didn’t understand. he didn’t know why—but you made him feel human. he stepped in closer, pressing you gently back against the counter. “your touch…?” he murmured in Russian, almost like a question. he leaned in further, like a lost soul searching for something familiar. his metal arm braced beside you on the countertop, boxing you in. you didn’t move. you couldn’t. then, unexpectedly, he turned his head and pressed a kiss into your palm. a sigh left his lips—slow, steady, almost like an exhale of recognition. In that moment, you felt the shift. his posture softened. his muscles relaxed.

your bucky was back.

“It happened again,” he murmured, his voice low and full of shame. you reached up, tugging him closer until your bodies were pressed together, chest to chest. “It did,” you whispered, “but you didn’t hurt me.” he frowned, eyes clouded with guilt. “buck, listen to me,” you said gently, “I know you’d never hurt me. and even if you did, I wouldn’t be angry. what they did to you—you didn’t have a choice. so believe me when I say this..I’m not afraid of you.”

you leaned your forehead against his. he closed his eyes, breathing deeply. a sigh of relief slipped from his lips. It sounded crazy, but you loved these moments. the vulnerable ones. they reminded you that bucky trusted you enough to let his guard down. that he didn’t always has to be strong. you took a shaky breath and opened your eyes, finding his still closed, his face leaning into your touch. then, with a quiet sigh, he slid his hands—one metal, one flesh—around your thighs and lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he felt safe with you. and you felt just as safe with him.

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eren jaeger ;

— note ; i’m back el o l, was having a lot of writers block but im back now. also yesterday was my birthday >_> im officially 18!!

EREN // this was just great. what a wonderful week you had right? wrong. tonight just took the whole fucking cake of the week. here you are walking through the streets with a tank top, a black skirt and heels. you were supposed to be attending an after party with your "boyfriend" but instead got hit in the fucking face with a welcoming surprise. when you walked into the house, the first thing you did was try to find jean. looked in the kitchen, the living room, and finally upstairs. you were gonna check the rooms but instead got hit with a welcoming surprise.

there he was with a semi tall blonde chick, deep kissing her, gripping onto her ass as her hands were in his hair. your heart had dropped, but you didn't feel sad no. you felt angry and…stupid. angry that after two years of dating, of wasting your time, and you felt stupid because the moment your best friend told you what he saw you didn’t believe him. alone in the dark as you walked, you pulled out your phone going straight to his contact, biting your lip you stopped walking for a second to stare at it.

'eren 🤎

you stood there just..looking at his contact name. you bit your bottom lip, clicking on the messages to see the last thing that was sent. "don't come running to me when you find out the type of guy he is." you clicked your tongue. whole time he was right, and you didn't listen giving him the benefit of a doubt. right now. he was your only option of getting a ride. you hovered over the call button, hesitant to press it, but looking around it was dark and cold. huffing in frustration you pressed on it putting it up to your ear starting to walk again, it was ringing which was good. only a few seconds went by before it went to voicemail, knew it.

"hey..ren. I know we haven't talked in over..two weeks, but uh..I kinda need you right now?. I'm stranded in a neighborhood, and I don't have money on me just..if you get this please call me back?." you sighed, hanging up the phone continuing to walk through the street. now you have no one, and have a 23 mile hike back to your apartment. you huffed crossing your arms together deep in thought. you could imagine it already..the "I told you so" scoffing, hearing his voice in your head. a few minutes had passed by, still walking through the night grunting by the pain in your feet as you walked. when you made it up the hill a bright light had came to your attention, and a loud engine revving making your ears perk up. you used your hand to cover the lights that were practically blinding you, but when they shut off a figure stepped out the car. you furrowed your eyebrows in suspicion, reaching for the knife that was hidden in your sock before the figure came to the light.

your heart dropped. It was him. you wanted to run towards him and just..be in his arms, but you stood up straight, crossing your arms slowly walking up to him who leaned against the hood of the car palms sitting behind him holding him up. the sound of your heels clicking against the ground made you even more embarrassed, as you did the walk of shame to him. he didn't say anything, but stare at you with a tilted head. eren raised a brow, you were in a black skirt, a white tank top, and black heels. "tank top and a skirt huh?." was the first thing he said scoffing, looking you up and down. you rolled your eyes looking away from him, "attending a party." he scoffed again nodding his head, "attending" right? then what's this?." he said obviously pointing out the obvious. you were standing in the cold with barely anything on. "was attending.." you looked away. eren grunted leaning up from the car to take off his jacket, when he didn't say anything you turned back to him only to see a jacket flying towards your face. "hurry up, and put it on before you catch a cold." you pulled the jacket off your face glaring at him, who looked back at you with a smirk getting into the black car.

you scoffed pulling the jacket onto your body going to the passenger side. It was nice and warm..you breathed in relief feeling the warmth engulf the coldness that once covered you. the car ride was very..awkward and silent, neither one of you said a word to each other. you're looking outside the car window seeing lights, and buildings go by as eren kept his eyes straight ahead, one hand on the steering wheel as the other on the center. the sound of his fingers tapping against the leather box gained your attention, looking from the window down at his hand then at him. your eyebrows scrunched up, you wanted to say something to him, but you couldn't find the right words.

he felt your eyes on him, he knew exactly what you were thinking. your face gave it away. eren grunted, stopping at a red light finally facing your way which caught you off guard. he just stared at you, like he was waiting for you to say something, but it was crickets. damn y/n!. get a grip. you cleared your throat looking back down, "thank you..for getting me." was all you said, but he raised a brow. that wasn't all you wanted to say. you wanted to apologize for getting mad at him..but you couldn't find the right words. you were such an idiot for not believing him from the beginning, "that all?." his voice spoke, your eyes averting to his who stared back, your eyebrows furrowed.

It wasn't. you shook your head no, sighing. "I'm also..sorry for starting that big argument..I should've believed you from the beginning, and i'm an idiot for not..i'm just really sorry ren.” it was silent. you stared at him waiting for an answer, but you didn’t get one. just a simple nod looking back ahead. though, you would be lying if you didn’t say that didn’t hurt your feelings when it did, but you deserved it. you were an asshole towards him when he tried to tell you about jean. looking down you fought the urge to cry. tonight was just so shitty. through the car ride it was silent again, as you looked out the window you recognized you were in your neighborhood, thinking he was taking you home getting ready to unbuckle, he drove right past your apartment.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion turning your head towards him, he stayed quiet, only keeping his eyes in front of him as he drove. if this was anyone else, you would’ve freaked out..but since he is your best friend, you trust him. as you guys drove through the city, you were starting to recognize this road..after a few more minutes, eren stopped the car. after the dull minutes of silence with a breath he spoke, “you’ve always said this view made you feel better, so.” your heart fluttered. “ren..you didn’t have to, you know?” you said with a light chuckle, hearing him snicker. “I wanted to.” from hearing your voicemail, and picking you up he knew you finally saw what he saw that day. even though he’s still upset with you he wanted to make you feel better. he cared about you..a lot more than you think. you turned back to look at the view of the city, the lights, the water..it made you feel at ease.

—

now sitting on his hood, as you both were admiring the city he could tell you were feeling more better. your head laid on his shoulder, as you continued to look at the city. you missed this. from the days you two had stopped talking, you thought he was just jealous of your relationship with jean, and wanted to break up your guy’s relationship, but you were wrong. when eren told you he saw him with another girl, kissing, holding hands, you didn’t wanna believe him. but now…you feel stupid for not. eren cares about you, weather he has a hard time showing it, you mean everything to him. growing up, and graduating high school together you guys are inseparable. though he is very good at hiding emotion, that day when you told him to fuck off, to leave you alone..he couldn’t lie, and say it didn’t hurt his feelings when it did. it hurts more when you have feelings for a women who was already taken.

as the wind blew, taking him out of his thoughts he felt you shiver against him. though the jacket was keeping your top half warm, your bottom half is what bothered you, shivering again feeling cold air hit your legs he looked down with a raised brow, grunting, bringing your legs to lay ontop of his, placing his hands on top of them. it took you by surprise looking up at him feeling his hands on your thighs, his palms were really warm, “feel better?” he questioned, you hummed..slowly nodding your head. “much better..” he only hummed in response, continuing to look in the distance. this moment together felt right? every feeling you felt after you left that house disappeared like ocean waves..you felt safe with him.

feeling eren’s hand on your leg softly, caressing his thumb over your skin, you couldn’t help but smile a little, moving your hand to be placed on top of his. they were rough like always, but warm with a tent of softness to them. “It’s been awhile since we been up here.” you mentioned with a small smile, looking back at him, who grinned looking at you. you looked so..beautiful, “yeah?” you rolled your eyes, squeezing his hand. “you know it has…you didn’t have to do this for me.” again with that. eren scoffed, pinching your leg, “would you shut up? I said I wanted to.” — “I’m jus’ saying!” rolling your eyes, “this was really sweet of you though..even after what I’ve said to you.” eren felt a weird ping in his heart, but brushed it off shrugging. “It’s fine.” he felt more at ease knowing you’re finally done with that asshole..but his feelings for you only kept bothering and poking at him.

you guys spent a good hour viewing the city before he decided to drive you home, this time no awkward silence or tension. it was back to normal, which you were happy about. as eren pulled up in front of your apartment building, he parked the car. “thank you again ren, this really meant a lot to me.” you smiled, hearing a small hum. “jus don’t do that shit again..” you giggled rolling your eyes, “I’ll believe you this time, swear! just get home safe, k?” as soon as you were about to leave the car, eren thought to himself..should he confess? should he not? unconsciously his hand shot towards your wrist, “wait.” you paused feeling his hand turning back around to look at him with confusion. “what’s wrong?” fuck. why was this so hard? was this even a good moment to tell you? “I..uh.” I like you. say it, three simple words right? “something wrong eren?” his feelings. his eye brows furrowed… say it eren!! “I’ll text you when i’m home.” fuck! you relaxed a little, nodding with a small smile, “you better!!” his heart pounded against his chest, watching as you closed the door walking into the apartment building. “fuck.” he growled, leaning back into his seat rubbing a hand across his face. why is it so hard to tell you..

I love you?

[obs3ssedd]

— SATORU huffed twisting and turning as he tried to forget about what had happened earlier, but he couldn’t. laying on his back he blew some of his bangs out of his face, huffing again. you were being stubborn..well..you both are, but he didn’t know you would be THIS stubborn. he thought you know you were bluffing when you said you were sleeping on the couch!..he was wrong.

satoru groaned getting up from the bed, to walk out the bedroom. as he walked in the hallway, towards the living room he could feel the frown appear on his face. you were laid under a blanket sound asleep, hearing your small snores, but his face soften seeing dried up tears on your cheek. his heart sunk. he had said some pretty harsh words to you that night..he can’t even be mad at you for wanting space from him, but he couldn’t help but feel a another ping in his heart. he placed a hand on your cheek, as he crouched down a bit, he felt terrible about what happened.

he sucked in a breath before standing back up, pulling the blankets off of you, getting under neath with you. you felt him behind you. you were always a light sleeper, always have been so even the littlest things can wake you up, but still being a tad bit mad at him you were too tired to kick him off you..plus missing his warmth. when you felt his arms wrap around your waist, softly using his thumb to caress your skin you practically melted in his touch. “you awake?” the sound of his voice startled you a bit, but you tried to play it off, acting like you were sleep. satoru only shook his head at the attempt, sinking his head low to be in the crook of your neck, giving small pecks. “I know you’re awake…and that you’re still mad at me, I don’t blame you..I’m sorry for what I said i’m an absolute idiot.” he chuckled, “I do love you sweetheart..” he squeezed your waist. though his words from earlier still stung like a bee, your heart fluttered at his apology. finally, you spoke. “you’re still in the dog house you know?” you heard an airy chuckle, and one last peck to your neck before he placed his head on top of yours.

“as long as I get to be close with you tonight, I won’t even complain.”

;

— NANAMI had this very wary gut feeling in the pit of his stomach as he was sitting at his desk, coffee next to him, laptop open, as he ran a hand through his tad messy hair thoughts going back to the argument you both recently had. it was stupid really, the whole day that’s where his mind was at. he kept thinking back to the harsh words he said to you, watching as your face turned to hurt. he groaned, leaning back into his chair, he couldn’t get that image of your face out his mind. you looked so hurt.

throughout his whole shift he couldn’t focus on a thing. he wasn’t the usual kento his coworkers knew. finally after his shift was over, the first thing he did was pack up his stuff making sure everything was cleaned, before leaving the building. when he made it home, it was dark, were you already sleep? taking off his shoes and placing them by the door, dropping his bag on the floor he walked towards your shared bedroom. his hand ran through his messy blonde hair, walking up the stairs when he stopped at the door, he had seen the lights were on. so you are awake?

he cleared his throat before walking into the room seeing you on the bed with your reading glasses on, writing something in a notebook. your ears perked up at the sound of the door opening revealing your husband, you had a small frown on your face, but you brushed it away looking back down, writing again. “how was work.” you said with a slight stern tone, kento sighed. “It was alright.” you hummed in response, it was obvious you were still mad at him. you weren’t making eye contact, your normal soft spoken voice was a stern one..he couldn’t handle the tension. kento walked towards the bed, as well as taking off his work jacket placing it neatly at the end of the bed, before standing in front of you, softly placing his hand on your cheek, turning your head to look at him, “I know you’re still mad.” you scoffed, “of course I am kento.” and still hurt. kento only looked at you with soft eyes, “I should have known better, and kept my composure. my love, you mean everything to me, I don’t mean any of the words I’ve said to you. I’m sorry sweetheart.” he sighed leaning in kissing the top of your head. though you are still mad at him you can tell he was genuinely sorry.

you huffed, looking up from your glasses. “whenever anything is bothering you, please talk to me instead of yelling?” he gave you a tired smile, “of course sweetheart.” you smiled back, leaning up to give him a small peck,

“then I forgive you.”

;

— SUKUNA didn’t like this odd feeling in his stomach. the feeling of..guilt. he absolutely hated it!! arms crossed as he walked around the temple listening to what uraume was saying to him, as he listened to them, his mind started to wonder, back to the small argument you both had a little while ago. It was idiotic! he thought you were just being dramatic because you were stubborn as hell, but the more hours passed through the day the more he really thought about it. you were genuinely upset.

realizing it more when you gave him the silent treatment the next day. it pissed him off really..if you weren’t his queen he would’ve slashed you into pieces daring to not speak to him, but being his very stubborn wife with a very big attitude..he only frowned. through the whole day he’s tried to speak to you but you wouldn’t budge. for Gods sake he had to get uraume to ask you for things!! he was getting sick of this. that same night when you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, it was only you and him there. all the rest of the servants were already gone, and uraume was off cleaning somewhere by sukuna’s orders. your back was turnt, stirring the wooden spoon into the pot humming a small tone not realizing your darling husband was behind you.

ryomen scoffed with a small grin walking towards you, when you felt hands being wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest you paid no mind, only continuing to cook. when he seen you didn’t pay him any mind, he frowned. “why won’t you speak to me.” he said with a deep tone, but it was silent. he was getting impatient by the second, “women speak to me.” he said in a demanding tone, which your ears perked up. you scoffed taking the spoon out the pot, placing it on the counter, placing your hands on top of the cold surface. but you still didn’t speak, you were waiting for the words you wanted to hear. and he knows exactly what those words are.

knowing you…you can go days without speaking to anyone if you were upset. he hated apologizing..but when it came to you there was an acceptation... so with a big groan and frown..”my queen..I’m sorry. now speak to me.” — “for?” his eyebrows furrowed more, gripping your waist, he didn’t say anything making you turn around to face him with crossed arms, “for?.” you repeated again seeing that scowl on his face, “that argument.” deep down ryomen was sorry, but his pride and ego was too big to let that be known, but being married for centuries you know he was truly sorry. you knew this because he was acting like a very stubborn child. you gave a small smile, giving his cheek a peck before going back to cooking, “am I forgiven brat?.” you giggled as you stirred the wooden spoon, nodding your head.

“you are forgiven.”

[obs3ssedd]

katsuki bakugo¡

; he has a nightmare and can’t sleep without being in your arms.

— KATSUKI’S first thought whenever he would have nightmares is to walk towards your dorm, not liking the feeling of waking up with his heart raised, and sweat dripping from his head. luckily you being up studying, you heard a knock on your door, you perked up from your desk, pulling out an earbud looking up at your door hearing that same knock again. getting up placing down your pencil to open it. you thought it was going to be kiri or denki asking for one of your blankets again but was surprised to see your boyfriend?. "kat?." you were taken back by how fast he grabbed you, pulling you into a hug. his grip was tight. almost like he didn't want to let you go?. "hey, what's wrong? why are you shaking?." — "I just..had a nightmare." oh. you sighed moving your hand up to his hair, combing through it with a small smile, "you wanna talk about it baby?." he didn't say anything but nod his head.

apparently it was about what had happened at the hospital. after the fight with shigaraki, some was badly injured as some weren't, however..unfortunately you were one of the people who were put in the hospital. you had a coma for a full two weeks. from overusing your quirk too much in a span of one day put your life at risk which why many teachers including hawks said it was too dangerous for you to fight at the moment but being stubborn you did it anyways. your quirk is blood manipulation, you can manipulate your own blood cells and ever others. from using too much blood over time can put your life at risk, if you were to use too much you could potentially die. that’s what he’s afraid of. In his nightmare you didn't wake up and was pronounced dead. yelling and yelling begging for you to wake up but you didn’t..waking up with sweat dripping from his head, and his heart racing. you hummed after he was done explaining, "kat… I know what happened scared you— it scared everyone, but I promise i'm fine. I'm ok." you mumbled kissing the top of his head as he held you tighter, "I know..but these damn nightmares keep happening." he snarled but sighed, he cares too damn much about you, he loves you, you're literally the love of his life. the thought of ever losing you scared the living hell out of him, his heart couldn't handle all these damn emotions.

you've never seen kat be afraid as he was tonight. It made your heart sink..how long was he having these nightmares for? he kept a firm grip on you as you two were laid together, his arms wrapped around your waist, as you laid on his chest trailing small circles on his stomach. weirdly it calmed him down a little, knowing you're here laid against him. It calmed him down a little. breathing in and out, his heart felt softer, he sighed pinching your waist out of nowhere, jolting up. "the hell was that for?" you scoffed with a frown hearing him grunt looking away from you. "don't scare me like that again..idiot." he muttered and you rolled your eyes with a small smile, "I won't." you chuckled, but he turned to face you, furrowed eyebrows. "i'm serious." when you heard his tone, your face softened more, "kat..it won't happen again. I can swear it to you. plus.. aizawa won't let me train for awhile till i'm fully healed. you have nothing to worry about.." it looked like he had doubt in your words but sighing in defeat he nodded his head believing you. you smiled, "will you be able to sleep now?" you asked and he nodded his head, pulling your body closer to his, fully cuddling.

"with you here.. I can.."

[obs3ssedd]

they call you pretty >_<!

lineup; s. nagi, m. reo, i. sae, i. rin, and s. baro(u)

— NAGI // one thing that would distract him from playing that game of his was whenever you came over with your natural look wearing your glasses. he didn't know what It was about you that made him fold every time he would see you with this look, but GOD It took everything In him to not to become flustered In front of you. when you came over you seen seishiro was on his game as usual just smiling to your self sitting on his bed watching him play. you crawled to the end of his bed to where he was leaning on, throwing your legs over, placing your hands to comb through his hair. he flinched from the sudden sensation but relaxed noticing that familiar mole on your leg, he relaxed In your hands sighing. "hi baby." you mumbled, leaning over as he looked up with a lazy smile, "oh, hey." was all he said, “I missed you.” you said, leaning down to peck his lips hearing him sigh in relief feeling your lips on top of his. he missed you so much. this whole bluelock program really took a lot outta him..he had no time of sleeping in, barely anything to play video games and he couldn’t see you!! he almost died.

when he pulled away he got to see you, and boy his face went red for a second before quickly looking away. you were wearing your glasses today. you looked so pretty..when you seen how seishiro looked a little flustered you giggled scratching his scalp a little, "why you get flustered all of sudden?." you knew the answer but you wanted him to say It. seishiro shook his head, trying to focus on his game. "nothing." he mumbled but you didn't buy It, tugging against his hair a little. "shiro." you warned hearing his groan, "you look pretty.." he mumbled again with a tone that read flustered. he was embarrassed. you smiled, trailing your hands towards his chin to make him look up from his game. he had a small frown on his face with a blush covering his cheeks, "I look pretty?." looking anywhere but you, he nodded his head. "really..really pretty." he said slowly averting his eyes towards yours to stare at your e/c eyes that were covered by the frames of your glasses.

“so pretty..”

— REO // for the past hour, reo has been complaining not stop. It was driving you insane. not even a day since he got back, he’s already starting to get on nerves. though you missed this from being away from each other for awhile, you forgot how impatient he was..you guys are supposed to be going out for his first day off, but you were taking your sweet time doing your hair. "what's taking you so longgg!." he whined for the 15th time coming back to the bathroom to see you're still on the same part! Is what he thought. rolling your eyes, parting another strand of hair, "reo, I swear on my life I am going to hit you." you glared at him through the mirror who raised his hands In a defensive movement with a smirk, "It was just a little question?." he shrugged. ever since he came back from overseas with his team he’s been non stop visiting you. you assumed he was just bored, but he missed you, so much. it was cute! but he was getting on your nerves. you shook your head going back to doing your hair. he didn't walk away or say anything else, but instead leaned against the door watching you through the mirror, he took a moment to just watch you... you're as pretty as the day he met you. your e/c eyes, pretty chocolate skin, pretty lips— he felt like a lover boy all over again.

you caught noticed of this, making eye contact with him through the mirror with a raised brow. "why're you staring at me?." reo grinned once more keeping his eyes on you, "you're so pretty you know that?." he said, leaning from the wall to walk towards, sliding his hands around your waist keeping eye contact with you. "so damn pretty.." you shivered from his breath hitting your neck leaning more against him elbowing him In the chest, "shut up." he chuckled with a playful whine, "If I have to say it everyday babe, I'll remind you every. single. time." he mumbled in between pecking the side of your neck. you sighed finishing the last part of your hair, with a small smile on your face. when you were done with that final strand, you turned around to face him. "you're such a lover boy." reo shrugged taking a strand of your hair Into his hand, "I'm your lover boy though~" — "ew reo! you're so cheesy!." you shook your head playing with the back of his hairs as he chuckled, "yeah? well since you're done with your hair I can show you how cheesy I really am!." before you knew It, reo threw you over his shoulder, dangling being faced with his back wide eyed,

"chameleon boy! put me down!"

— SAE // It was currently half time. both teams going to their locker rooms to either rest for a bit or to go over a plan for the final half. while you were in the trainers room, cleaning up a bit you didn’t expect a certain pink haired to come in. when you heard foot steps and a door closing, you turned your head a little to spot sae who was holding his neck. like it was bothering him. when you asked what was wrong, he said there was a knot in his neck. so here you are, messaging the knot out. "how does that feel?." you questioned, pressing your finger on his neck hearing him groan. "good." you hummed, moving your thumb to message out the spot. you were currently in the trainers room with sae because apparently he had got a knot in his neck, and came to see you. he sat on the table as you were in between his legs, pressing your thumb into his neck, messaging it out. while you were focused on his neck, his eyes never left your face, his teal eyes boring into your e/c. you felt it. it was making you nervous feeling his eyes on you. you tried to ignore his obvious stare but your eyes couldn't help but jump to stare into his feeling his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him. "sae." you asked and he hummed still looking up at you. "something wrong?." he shook his head no, his grip slightly tightening, continuing to stare at you. you’re so pretty..the way your eyes light up with a spark, your soft smile..he felt his heart beat start to raise a little. he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

you gave him a weird stare, with a raised brow. “is there something on my face..?” beauty. he only shook his head, “you look pretty.” your eyes widen a little but felt your heart flutter. "I look pretty?." you asked, tilting your head to the side with confusion. you looked a mess!! from working with multiple players during the match because of either injury or cramps. It took a lot out of you, your hair was a bit messy, and you looked tired but that didn’t change his prospective of you. you’ve always been so pretty to him..it made his heart flutter every time he got to see you. such a beautiful women he was dating. sae nodded bringing you closer to him. this was out of nowhere. but you smiled, placing a hand on his chest. “you’re distracting me from work you know?” you squinted, and he grinned shrugging his shoulders. “like I care..” you rolled your eyes, “you better get back to your team..i’ll see you when the games over.” you leaned down a little to peck his lips who gladly accepted it.

you’re gonna be the death of him.

— RIN hates shopping. always hated it, since he was a kid, to a teen, and now in his 20’s he still hates it. he hates the time that’s being spent of walking to different kind of stores, just to either be in there to look or to take hours to decide what you want. but..when it came to you, how could he possibly say no? since it’s been awhile, since you two were together you wanted to have a date night! but the only problem was…you wanted a new dress. rin didn’t get why you wanted a new dress but he didn’t complain about it just following you into the preferred store you wanted it from. It’s been an hour. he never thought it would take a women this long to pick out what she wanted..as he sat in the same seat for the last hour he was growing more impatient. you showed a few dresses to him already, but those weren’t necessarily the ones you liked which is why it’s taking so long to decide. “okay..last dress. swear this time!” you said from the dressing room, he roller his eyes. “you said that the last time.” you can hear the sass in his tone, giggling. “well this time I swear. pinkie.” you were kind of nervous…what if he didn’t like it? you picked this dress out SPECIFICALLY for him. ugh get a grip! you bit your lip, you opened the curtain to reveal the dress you picked out.

as if everything went into slow motion, he felt his face go hot. even though the dress it self was a bit basic, you made it look good. it hugged all your curves in the right places, it made your face pop out, exposing how pretty you are.. “do you like it…?” you asked looking at him, those big e/c eyes staring at him made his heart jump. “you look pretty.” really pretty. “you think so?.” he knows so. rin nodded his head still looking at you, you’re so beautiful. when he stood up, you watched as he made his way towards to get a better look. It was perfect for you. “really beautiful..” he mumbled, making you smile placing a hand on his chest.

“I’m glad you like it.”

— BARO(u) // you always loved having date night with shoei. one because, you barely see each other and second because you love to see the soft side of him. since you do watch every one of his matches, in person or on tv he acts completely different from how he acts when he’s with you. it’s like a light switch that turns on and off, with his team he’s this brutal king in the field that wants to destroy everyone vs how he’s with you. with you he’s such a gentleman and talks to you with a much softer tone than with his teammates which you found pretty funny.

“we have to leave in a few minutes!.” he shouted from the kitchen, “hold on, shoei! I can’t find my heel.” from the bedroom you can practically hear him groan, only shaking his head. searching and scrambling for your lost heel, 1 minute goes by and you finally found it, sliding it in your foot. “okay! i’m ready.” the sound of heels clicked against the floor, made him perk up. you were wearing a simple black dress with black heels with red on the bottom. his eyes softened at the sight of you. you look so beautiful. he was so distracted by how pretty you looked, he didn’t hear anything you had said, until he felt a hand on his chest. “are you paying attention?” you cocked an eyebrow at him, but when he didn’t answer you shook your head, “I said, we better get going before we’re late, sho. and why’re you staring at me like that?” you questioned tilting your head to the side, he hummed. “why else would I be looking at you.” you squinted your eyes towards him, “is there makeup smeared?” shoei rolled his eyes, “no idiot.” — “then what is it?” he gave a small smile,“you look beautiful.” your heart fluttered, giving a big smile, “am I?” he nodded his head with no shame. “you want me to say it again?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and you nodded, “I would love that..” your wish was his command.

“you look beautiful sweetheart.”

[obs3ssedd]

lineup; I. sae, I. rin, o. aiku, r. shidou, m. kaiser and y. Isagi

I haven’t wrote in so long..this might suck 💔

Itoshi sae ;

you grinned at the message seeing sae had disliked it, rolling your eyes going back to watching your show. as time went by fast, you heard the front door being opened and close and a bag being dropped. you hummed to yourself watching the room door being opened revealing your boyfriend, “hi baby.” sae only squinted his eyes, ignoring your hi, going into the closet to grab a extra pair of clothes so he can shower. you only sighed rolling your eyes knowing exactly where this attitude is coming from, lifting the blanket off your body to get out of bed, you walked towards him. with his back being turnt, you walked up behind him wrapping your arms around his waist. his muscles relaxed in your touch but he was still ignoring you. “my love?.” you started, “are you still upset about what happened?.” you raised a brow, and sae’s face scrunched up from the conversation that was an hour ago. it was like a bad taste in his mouth. he took a deep breathe in and deep breathe out, finally turning around to face you, his eyes bored into yours giving him a teasing smile. “so that’s a yes?” he looked away with a frown “why was he even that close..” his eyebrows furrowed, shaking your head. “we were only taking a picture.” — “you know I only want you, mr. grumpy.” he scoffed, you snickered. “I do!. don’t scoff at me.” you said leaning in a little more pulling him down (or not) to your height. “I love you, okay?” he hates how you can always find a way to make him feel much better about things, seeing his eyes finally soften you smiled in victory,

“now..go take a shower. you stink.” instantly he frowned again, making you giggle, pecking his lips.

Itoshi rin ;

you couldn’t help but shake your head with a grin, seeing he disliked the message, “what are you smiling at?” f/n questioned as you two walked, shaking your head. “nothing. now let’s go see those cats you were talking about!.” after your hang out with isagi you made it home, letting the door slam shut, as you were welcomed by a very grumpy Itoshi who was standing in the kitchen. It looked like he was getting started on dinner. “why’re you staring at me like that?.” you said crossing your arms, seeing him roll his own going back to cutting the vegetables. knowing rin your whole life, from being childhood friends to now being in a 2 year relationship you were able to read him very easily. he was still jealous. setting down your bag by the door you walked towards him who’s back was turnt to you. “rin.” you called. sliding your hand up his back, towards the back of his neck, playing with a strand of his hair that laid lazily there. “I see you’re growing out your hair again?.” he hummed barley giving you a glance, you frowned, but sighed. “whenever you wanna talk, i’ll be in the room.” can't say you didn't try, rin stopped for a moment. right as you were about to leave, you heard the kitchen knife being set down and his hands on your waist pulling you backwards. you stumbled from the movement but relaxed feeling him hug you,

"rin?" he wasn't good at this whole...emotion thing, and you know that, softly smiling at him. "hun.." you said, turning around to face him who was already staring at you with low eyes, "are you still bothered about what happened?" he nodded, furrowing his eyebrows. you lifted your hands to be placed on his cheek, caressing your thumb against, chuckling. "you're so cute when you get jealous.." he frowned rolling his eyes, "shut up." you smiled, "me and f/n are only friends. he’s not gonna take me from you." — "plus I only want you, I don’t want him.'' you always knew how to make him feel better, it makes his heart flutter every time. “I love you, okay?” his heart skipped a beat practically melting into your touch, feeling his face heat up. “I..love you too.” you smiled, leaning in to give him a small kiss which he gladly accepted, sighing in relief.

"now..stop being so moody so we can have dinner."

ryusei shidou ;

“ryu! i’m home!.” you yelled from the front door, but no answer. he would usually answer back by now, but he didn’t? it was suspicious..you raised brow walking towards the shared bedroom, it was completely quiet. was he sleep? he couldn’t be its only 7pm!!when you walked in you expected to see him or something, but he wasn’t there. this was weird. as soon as you were about to call for him, you heard the bathroom door being opened. you were about to question him but you stopped. his towel hanging dangerously low around his waist, exposing his v-line. water droplets dripping from his stomach down below, and his hair pushed back with strands stinking to his head. guess he was in the shower the whole time... he smirked seeing your eyes wander, “like what you see?.” his voice had a small teasing tone, walking towards you. you sure as hell did! nodding your head, his grin got wider “way better than him?..” he questioned, your eyes shooting to his face raising a brow. “you’re still on about that?.” you asked crossing your arms with a raised brow, hearing him click his tongue, “when you’re wearing an outfit like that, yeah.” you rolled your eyes with a grin, “who knew you out of all people would be like this?” you always knew he’s the cocky type and somewhat a “menace” but you’ve never expected jealousy being a trait of his. ryusei gave a grin with a shrug.

“what can I say? you’re hot.” — “and that means?” you questioned as he walked dangerously slow towards you, trailing his hand to the loop of your pants pulling you closer to him feeling his warm body on yours, tilting his head. “every guy thinks he’ll have a chance with you. who wouldn’t be jealous at the fact?” you hummed, trailing your hand up his arm, using your nail making small circles. “you know I only want you right? It was a small hangout ryu...” you looked up at him who smirking nodding his head, “I know.” as he said, unexpectedly picking you up by your thighs catching you off guard. “ryusei..” — “shh.” he shushed, throwing you on the bed, towering over you. “I seen the way he was looking at you…” he trailed, leaning down to peck your lips then slowly moving towards your neck, “pisses me off really.” he pecked against your skin, “you think if I leave enough they’ll know you’re taken?” he whispered sending chills down your spine, “ryu..don’t you dare.” he only chuckled, pecking your jawline, using his bigger hand to message your thigh. “just sit back..”

“and let me work.”

oliver aiku ;

after what seemed like hours and hours, you were finally home, feet aching, back hurting, all you wanted was a nice warm bath with bubbles, bath bombs, and a face mask..that was actually a good idea. smiling at the thought, you took off your jacket and hung up your keys near the door walking towards the shared bedroom to grab extra clothing, and a few cucumbers walking into the bathroom. surprisingly mr. hot show wasn’t here which was perfect giving you piece and quiet. after getting your self settled into the tub, putting on your face mask, tying your hair up, placing the cucumbers on your eyes you sighed in relief, sinking into the bath tub. piece and quiet. It was only 10pm, the perfect time to just have you time. but…you know what they always say..when you have a boyfriend and when you guys live together there’s no such thing as piece and quiet. when your ears perked up to the sound of foot steps entering the bathroom you mentally groaned.. you heard scuffling and clothes hitting the ground as well as water being moved around, you sighed “you know, you’re interrupting my peace, oliver.” you sassed hearing a deep chuckled, “ah, sorry darlin’ didn’t know the bath tub was being occupied right now.” you heard the tease in his tone, scoffing. you both know that’s bull.

"im surprised you didn't hear me come in?" you said with a raised brow, though you can't see him at the moment you can tell he shrugged with a snicker, "was in the gym and decided to come take a nice shower, but someone beat me to it." — "did you get that guys number, that was in the photo?" you grinned with a hum, leaning up from the tub to take the cucumbers off your eyes, giving him a small stare who smirked in return. "there's no way you're still jealous?" he hummed, also leaning up letting his hands guide under the water to pull you closer to him by your legs, "me, jealous? I was just asking a question princess." you rolled your eyes, feeling his hands guide their way around you, "now it's just a question?" he hummed once more, letting his hands glide their way to your waist pulling you ontop of him. "yeah it is." you wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side. "is that so?" he nodded, snickering at his answer. "well pretty boy, you only have my eye, no one else."

"you're stuck with me weather you like it or not."

[obs3ssedd]

katsuki bakugo¡

— he can’t stop visiting his favorite support tool.

— KATSUKI // being a support tool for a pro hero was interesting to say the least. every time and you mean EVERY time he would come into your workshop your co workers would always tease you, whenever he came in with a broken gauntlet, or his belt, or anything for that matter, as soon as he would drop off his gear for you to work on they would tease you, says stuff like “I bet he likes youuuu.” said one “isn’t this his 2nd time coming today? he must really like seeing you~.” said another just smirking shaking your head working on his gauntlet.

you do have to admit, it’s nice being a support tool for a pro hero at that being dynamite. it was cool working on his stuff or even explaining your ideas for his gauntlets or even little gadgets you had in mind, like for his gloves for the winter, when you were explaining it to him you’ve never realized how much he actually listened to you keeping eye contact with you till one of your co workers said something. he doesn’t like admitting stuff but he loves when you talk about ideas that’s just for him. would nod his head in agreement everytime getting lost with your voice..”so for whenever winter comes you’ll have these!. there automatic hand warmer gloves to help you produce more sweat for your explosions. It’s still a project in mind but— dynamite?.” you paused furrowing your eyebrows seeing him stare at you, almost like he’s glaring at you??.

did you say something wrong?!. shit! you probably pissed him off..great work y/n!. while you were mentally cussing yourself out as he was deep in thought…he never liked when people talked his ear off but you? he can make an exception..he loved hearing every single idea you had for his suits or to help him. honestly he could listen to you ramble on and on if he had the chance, he didn’t even notice your panic up until you called his name getting him out his thoughts. “what?.” — “I said did I do anything..? you’re glaring at me.” you nervously chuckled, almost in an instant he cursed to himself. he’s always had this mean resting bitch face, so whenever he’s calm he still looks mad. dynamite shook his head oddly quickly, “no!— I mean no..uh you didn’t.” he cleared his throat. fuck! you furrowed your eyebrows but shook your head looking back down at the glove, “I’ll let you know when the full designed is completed.” you gave a small smile turning back around to place the glove back on your work bench.

some days your co workers would catch on how many times he’s came in, saying one day he came in three times! one was when his belt broke, two is when his gauntlet was malfunctioning and the third..? you don’t think you remember him saying anything about any of his stuff being broken. when you had asked he had this small blush on his cheeks as he tried to explain himself, grinning at him trying to find his words. at first you thought it was cute by how many times he’s came to see you but then you started to get curious, the night where it was just you in your workshop working on your project you heard heavy footsteps approach you from behind. you paused your work lifting your head up, the more the steps came closer the more your grip tightened on the screw driver. your quirk wasn’t as cool as the pro’s but it was very helpful..if a person is atleast 15 feet from you, you can feel there presence and hear their breathing.

as if someone was about to touch you, you whipped around fast pointing the screw driver at the persons neck but once you realized who it was your defenses dropped. “dynamight?.” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows. he looked different? instead of his costume he was wearing casual attire, a white t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. you think this is your first time seeing him wear something outside his costume, he was also holding flowers in his hand?. you felt your heart drop but you kept a smile on your face tilting your head, “what are you doing here? It’s late you know.” you chuckled as he sighed nodding his head. “yeah..I just thought I could stop by..” he was nervous. you could tell. you hummed looking back down at the flowers then him, “you’re all dressed up. you got a hot date tonight?.” you teased, though you didn’t want it to be true.

In an instant he shook his head furrowing his eyebrows, “no!. I..no. uh there actually for you..” he said quietly, you raised a brow. “there for me?.” he didn’t say anything but nod his head lifting them for you to grab. they were your favorite too..how did he..? “and there my favorite..” you smiled admiring them, “how did you know?.” dynamight shrugged looking away trying to cover the small blush, “I asked shitty hair.” of course, you shook your head chuckling softly. “dynamight—“ — “katsuki.” you paused. “call me katsuki.” he looked back at you and you swore he had a smile on his face, “katsuki..” It rolled off your tongue in a good way, “well then katsuki, why you get me flowers?.” this was the hard part. admitting he took a liking of you and wanted to ask you out on a date, he went to kirishima for advice since you’re basically his sister and he knows everything about you. though kirishima can be an idiot sometimes he’s actually really good at advice..

he cleared his throat trying to get the right words out. from the silence you gave a soft smile placing the flowers gently down on your desk, grabbing ahold of his hand squeezing it. “you know, you don’t have to tell me anything right now. I won’t force you.” the gentle in your voice could make anyone calm their nerves. it was calming his. he sighed squeezing your back, “well..I want to take you out or something.” — “like a date?.” he nodded his head, you smiled. when he didn’t get an answer he thought you were gonna decline but when he felt you kiss his cheek his eyes went wide, “I would love that.”

“I really would.”

[obs3ssedd]

katsuki bakugo¡

¡ a.n; hey guys, it’s been awhile. I apologize for that..I’ve been losing motivation to write lately so i’m trying my best to provide you guys with as much stories as I can even if they are short, but I also wanted to say thank you so much for 1.2k followers ☹️. I really didn’t hink I would make it so far but i’m so grateful for you all! 🥹 hope you guys enjoy the story.

— KATSUKI // you were supposed to be studying. but instead you were looking at him, hand on your cheek as you practically had heart eyes staring at him. like you were in a trance. he looked so calm and focused..his face wasn't all hardened or stoic but more peaceful than how he usually looked. he was so so freaking pretty..how can someone look so freaking pretty?. you groaned heavily looking back down at the paper, furrowing your eyebrows at the math question. whoever invented math should drop dead you snarled to yourself, groaning as you were still stuck on the same shit for the last ten minutes. hearing you sigh gained his attention from his bed raising a brow looking away from his phone, he looked to see you were still stuck on the same problem rolling his eyes, getting up from his bed to walk towards you. “are you still stuck on the same question.” he asked placing his hands on the desk leaning over a bit, you dropped your pencil leaning back in the chair crossing your arms. too embarrassed to say yes you nodded your head, katsuki shook his head groaning under his breath walking towards the other side, “If you needed help you should’ve asked idiot.” you mocked him with a high pitch tone, leaning back over to grab your pencil playing with it between your fingers, “maybe if you weren’t so abusive I would have ten minutes ago— ack!.”

you got interrupted feeling a piece of paper hit the top of your head, glaring at him as he did the same holding the rolled up piece of paper pointing it towards you. “don’t get smart with me.” you rubbed the top of your head squinting your eyes at him looking back down to look at the question, “well katsuki..can you please help your good ole friend out?.” hearing the slight sass in your tone made him roll his eyes but he leaned next to you grabbing the pencil out of your hand to go over the question with you. as he did, you tried to focus on what he was saying but..you got lost staring at him again, his side profile..his red eyes, his blonde hair that slightly covered his eyes, he was so perfect. so handsome. almost in a trance you sighed with a dumb grin on your face, almost like you’re in love. having the biggest crush on your best friend since elementary really put a lot on your shoulders, though you were good at hiding your emotions, you were terrible at hiding the fact you liked someone. he knows that too.

when he didn’t hear you answer his question he looked up to see you staring off into space again. he frowned. you’re probably thinking about that bastard again..he groaned hitting you again in the head with the paper taking you of your trance. “hey! that hurt this time.” you frowned, hearing him snicker, “good. stop spacing out about that damn bastard and focus.” the amount of times he’s caught you spacing out were too many…one time it was in the library when you two were studying together for an upcoming test, he was going over a few questions with you but you had spaced out staring at him. like always. when he had looked up to see you staring at him, he raised a brow. from his prospective it looked like you were looking behind him but you were really looking at him. when he seen your eyes dart behind him, quick to turn around to see you looking at shoto, he frowned. turning back around glaring at you, you felt your heart drop seeing his eyes stare at yours. did you just get caught???. before you could explain he cut you off, “why’re you staring at that hot n cold bastard?!.” you didn’t get caught? furrowing your eyebrows you had to make up a lie. since that day..he’s been keeping your suppose “secret” to himself of you liking shoto..you felt terrible lying to him but you had to. to keep your feelings safe even if it means lying to someone you always told the truth too.

that same night you tossed and turned in your bed not being able to sleep. just thinking about him really made your heart skip a beat, thinking about his face..his eyes, hair, his hands..everything about him. you were practically in love with him. your best friend. you groaned heavily into your bedsheets holding the pillow on top of your head. “why are you always on my mind..” you whined deeply, turning your head to be faced with a white wall, with another groan you pulled the pillow off your head now sitting up, turning to look at the photos on your wall softly smiling to yourself. it was you and him when you two were young, you’re smiling with a huge smile on your face as he was frowning like usual hugging him. you sighed once more deciding to get out of bed, to get some fresh air. you looked around to make sure no teachers were doing a hallway sweep before walking fully out of your dorm room to head to the roof.

it was always so pretty outside whenever it was night time, you sighed leaning against the railing bars looking up at the stars. going deep in thought your mind went to him…ugh! why do I keep thinking about him?? he probably doesn’t even see me the way I see him..come on y/n. you groaned almost sadly thinking about the outcomes if you ever did confess to him. he made it very clear that he wanted to focus on his hero studies which is why he never talks to any girls in school. even during valentines day any girl who would confess to him or give him gifts he would brush them off or tell them to fuck off. his way of saying he wasn’t interested. but since you’re all 3rd years maybe that mindset changed?. but who are you kidding…you looked down staring at the ground below you as the wind blew hitting your face.

from a distance you heard the door squeak open. thinking it was mr. aizawa you whipped around to explain why you were up so late but it was katsuki, you raised a brow but softly smiled knowing it was just him. “hey blasty why’re you up?.” you asked and he groaned saying nothing but walking towards you sitting next to you, “same goes to you feathers.” — “well I asked first.” you joked sticking out your tongue hearing him scoff, “I couldn’t sleep. now you.” you shrugged looking back at the ground, “a lot of thinking kept me up.” katsuki raised a brow but saw how you were acting, is this because of icy hot?. he wanted to ask but it wasn’t his business— plus why would he care..he scoffed at the thought looking away. it was quiet now. all that was heard was the whistles of the night, your chest started to pound the more you started to think. it was just you guys…this could be a perfect opportunity to confess!. your hands clenched to your pants as you swallowed that big lump in your throat, looking up at him. “kat..” you called, hearing a hum from him who turned his head to look at you, you choked up. he looked to pretty under the moons gaze, “I uhm..” you were choking up. katsuki looked at you funny, scoffing “If this is about icy hot I don’t wanna hear it.” — “no! it’s not it’s something else.” again katsuki looked at you funny getting impatient, “then just spit it ou—!!.” before you could let him finish you don’t know why but your hands moved on it own pulling him in by his shirt collar placing your lips ontop of his. his eyes widened at the sudden feeling not knowing how to react. when you felt him not kiss you back, you instantly pulled away from him keeping a good distance, heart pounding against your chest. shit! why did I do that?!.

the reaction on his face made you feel worse. he looked…confused? but not angry or upset…you cleared your throat looking away from him. “I..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—“ — “shut up.” huh? you looked up at him, eyes going wide feeling those same soft lips on yours. you looked at his face seeing his eyes were squeezed closed, almost like in a trance you slowly let your eyes close leaning more into the kiss. he moved his hand to be laid on your waist pulling you closer to him being chest to chest, tilting his head to deepen it. you couldn’t believe it…he was kissing you!!. you practically had a giddy smile on your face as you kissed him lifting your hand to be placed with on his cheek. the kiss lasted a few more seconds before pulling away from him, unexpectedly he chased after your lips. you chuckled giving him a few more pecks before fully pulling back looking at him, he had a small tint on his cheeks, laughing. “are you blushing?.” you teased and he looked away fast with a loud “no!” not believing it for a second. who knew you could make the hot head of the class blush like that?. you tilted your head, using your quirk to make him look at you, he groaned trying to fight it but by the force he had to let it happen, finally looking into your eyes. you had such a pretty smile.. it was making him nervous.

“I thought you had feelings for that bastard or whatever.” you clicked your tongue, with a small snicker. “I don’t like shoto..I made a cover up lie because I like you, katsuki.” when he heard that leave your mouth, he didn’t even care that you lied to him though it wasn’t that big of deal he was secretly happy that you had feelings for him and not that icy hot idiot. when he didn’t say anything you assumed he was upset but when you felt arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him you were surprised but you smiled hugging him back, feeling his grip tighten around you. “you know I really fell in love with you..” you chuckled hearing him hum with a small groan, though he wasn’t the type to say stuff out loud..

“I did too.”

[obs3ssedd]

can u pls do 1 with mha men whos like in denial of ur death. like uh they keep constantly making 2nd meals thinking ure still alive, and their classmates confronting them that we’re gone. after war 1-A maybeee?

↳ a.n ; hallo! It’s been awhile guys! and I apologize for that. 😞 it’s been a pretty rough start to the summer, I lost motivation to write completely but since i’m slowly coming back I got a bunch of ideas! also I’ll like to also apologize for the late request and how sloppy it is but i’ll go back and edited it more but I still hope you like it!.

katsuki-

denial can do a lot to a person. could affect them in a bad way, unhealthy way..even delusion. since your death he’s been in denial ever since, thought it was some kind of sick joke you were playing to get back at him but as the months went by he gotten worse. would constantly bring more snacks to his room, a habit he developed whenever you hung out with him to bother him or watch movies, would yell your name or even call one of the girls your name but when he realized it’s not you he would simply scoff walking off to go somewhere else. most likely your grave site. would talk to you, tell you about what he did or even how much of an idiot you are..he kept this a secret to himself because he didn’t want everyone else to worry about his business. would constantly bring you your favorite flower, placing it right on your grave as he sat there in plain silence staring at the stone. “y/n l/n. 0/00/0000-5/24/2095.” he didn’t want to accept that his best friend was gone, he didn’t want to even have that thought in his head. but when kirishima and denki confronted him…he had to accept that you were gone. you weren’t coming back.

Izuku-

4 months have passed and he wasn’t doing the best. he had a very rough time accepting the fact his childhood best friend had left him. even when he saw you lifeless on the ground as he tried to get to you, he didn’t want to accept you were gone. would constantly dream about you, call out to you or even accidentally call uaraka your name imagining it was your face instead of hers. but when he came to reality hearing her voice, “I’m not y/n deku..” he felt defeated. he didn’t want to accept your death, everyone knew that byl the way he was blaming himself, overworking himself, unconsciously and consciously calling out your name worried them. would go to your grave site, talk about what he did that day and how much he wish this wasn’t true..would spend majority of his free time at your grave site just sulking. when all might took notice of students telling him about his behavior he had to be the one to confront him. he didn’t want to believe what all might said to him but…in reality he had to. you were gone.

shoto-

he had a very hard time accepting your death, seeing you laying in your casket lifeless put a shock through his whole body. from someone who had so much passion, so much to live for was gone. he didn't want to believe it, he refused to believe it, and everyone could tell he didn't want to accept by his behavior. he constantly kept your necklace on him, and always kept it close, he would still write you letters putting it on your grave site, buying you you're favorite food and flowers, eating your guys favorite meal as he silently talked to you as if you’re still here. some days Izuku or even bakugo would catch him by your grave by himself with food next to him, or just see him sit there in silence staring at your grave stone. It was unhealthy by the many sleepless nights he had gotten because you're constantly on his mind, he swore he could still feel your presence laying with him everynight but you psychically not being there makes his heart sink even more, seeing how shoto still denies your death even after 4 months worried them. being closer with shoto, sero had to tell him the honest truth. you were gone. and you weren’t coming back.

[obs3ssedd]

katsuki bakugo¡

- you try on his gauntlets.

you were currently hanging out with katsuki in his room today considering it was a free day from work study's enjoying each other company, he was laid with you as you were laid with him playing with small strands of his hair till he had randomly gotten up. you pouted jokingly from the lost of warmth gaining a groan and flick to the forehead, "i'll be back you damn cry baby." he would say with a small grin walking out his room.

you rolled your eyes sitting there waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come back, your eyes going from your phone to roam around the room landing on the two gauntlets that were sitting by his closet taking a double take. you had an idea. you looked at the door then at the gauntlets before throwing your phone down on the bed getting up to walk over to them. you kneeled down a bit to pick on of them not expecting them to be this heavy..but luckily you weren't weak so you were able to to pick them up with ease. when you slid them on, they felt weird— maybe because they were a little too big or because you're not used to wearing gauntlets on your wrists. you smiled looking into the mirror moving your hands side to side to get a good look. they don't look too bad!.

as you were too busy admiring the huge things on you, you didn't realize he had came back, standing there by his door with a raised brow but it changed to a grin. he had to give it to you, you look hot with his stuff on. "I leave for five minutes and you’re trying on my stuff?." he snorted, quickly turning around with wide eyes seeing him walk closer to you, "kat—!." he was so quiet you didn't realize he had came in.

katsuki rolled his eyes, pulling you closer to him by your pants to get a close look at his gauntlets, "relax dummy, i'm not mad. plus you have them on wrong." you raised a brow as he used his hand to bring your arm up going to push the hook down feeling it tightened around your wrist to keep it secure, you came to realization, "no wonder they felt weird." you moved your arm up and down feeling a difference from before, rolling his eyes. "you idiot, you didn't know this whole time?." you went to make your argument but shut your mouth not finding one, instead huffing.

"well in my defense I didn't know they had to be pulled down." you stuck your tongue out with your arms crossed hearing him scoff, "yeah, whatever you say...but I have to give it to you." he shrugged pulling you much closer, being chest to chest with him as he looked at you. "you look pretty damn hot with my stuff on." he mumbled leaning to hover his lips over yours, grinning. "then maybe you should let me wear your hero costume?." you tilted your head giggling hearing him groan, "i'll think about it." he would love to see that, you wearing his costume one day?.

yeah he would love to see that.

[obs3ssedd]

katsuki bakugo & izuku midoriya

KATSUKI didn’t handle your death lightly. his whole attitude had took a heavy turn since your death. he’s gotten a lot more aggressive, more meaner, cold..he barley talked to kirishima or denki or anyone at most either ignoring them or giving them short answers. his temper has also gotten much shorter, he would snap even at the smallest things. the class knew katsuki was grieving over your death— everyone else was too but he wasn’t handling it very good. they knew where he was coming from, you both grew up with one another. you guys got into u.a together, you did everything together. you two had such an unbreakable bond, you were the fire that kept him going most of the times..but when that fire went out? so did he.

every night he had dreams about that day. you’re all bloody, laying in his arms with fatal wounds, as you took your final breaths. your last words..those last moments kept repeating constantly in his head, “I..I love you…ka—suki..” you kept that same smile on your face weven when death was consuming you. your hand resting weakly on his cheek as he shook his head shouting for you to keep your eyes open, his voice started to fade slowly away as you reached your time. the last thing he saw on your face was your perfect smile. what ate him up the most was the fact he never got to tell you he loved you back. that’s what’s eating him alive every-night. opening his eyes wide and big, panting heavily with tears coming down his face.

his hands in search for you but when he felt your cold side..it reminded him. you’re gone. you weren’t coming back. he couldn’t sleep half nights, going into classes with bags under his eyes.. more quieter than usual. no matter how much he thought about you, your smile, your pretty face..you weren’t coming back. sleepless nights he would try to hold back his tears to stay strong but he couldn’t. he missed you so fucking back..your dumb jokes, your annoying kisses, your pretty laugh?. all he had left of you was one part of your costume that wasn’t ripped to shreds, it was your scarf. as he held it in his hand he held it tight letting his muffle cry’s sink through the cold night.

IZUKU didn’t handle it well. he stopped talking to everyone. ever since your funeral he hasn’t been the same, seeing you lay lifeless in front of his eyes deepened his heart into a dark place. he would barley eat, he would barley socialize, everyone was worried about Izuku but he would always say. “I’m fine!.” with a big smile on his face but they knew he wasn’t fine. he was grieving. heavily. throughout trainings he would push himself, overwork himself as he remembered your final moment where you died in his arms. costume torn, blood everywhere, seeping out of you as he tried to stop it. he tears hitting your face as you smiled weakly putting a hand on his cheek as he placed his on top of yours, “I-Izu—ku..” you said weakly, a choked gasp, “I’m here! I’m here..don’t go..please!.” he begged and begged, you could only smile so brightly at him, taking big breaths as your mind became fuzzy, “I-I will always..b..e with you..” his heart dropped more and more as his grip on you tightened shaking his head, putting more pressure on your wound. “don’t say that!you’ll be ok..y-you’ll be ok..” you gave an airy chuckle, “I..lo..ve you..Izu..ku..” those were your final words to him. his mind was clouded with that moment, still visualizing seeing your blooded body laying with him.

he was lost into his thoughts, he couldn’t hear what bakugo was trying to say to him, he just kept throwing an attack after an attack. his memory was fuzzing up with that exact moment, he couldn’t get it out of his head!. it was chewing him alive, he was angry, he was sad—. what seemed like forever to get ahold of Izuku he was snapped out of his thoughts by one of the welders speaking to him. when he realized what happened, he seen a shocked bakugo who didn’t say much but just look at him, he then looked at all might who looked worried. he slowly floated down, landing on the ground mumbling a small sorry, before rushing away from the training ground ignoring all mights call. he wasn’t his normal happy self, he went deep in a dark hole suffocating with this burden attached to him.

the burden of not being there to protect you from getting killed. his fist’s clenches against the piece of fabric that was left from your suit. it was still dirty and bloody from the battle, memories kept going through his head as he tried to not think about it but he couldn’t. the moment the first welder told him, “it’s ok to cry when you lose someone that you care for deeply. it’s ok to let go, izuku.” the tears he tried keeping locked away fell down his face, the fabric he held in his hand tightened as he broke down. you both practically grew up with each other, did everything together, when you died..he felt like a piece of him was gone. you were gone. no matter how many times he’s shouted for you to open your eyes…you weren’t coming back.