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but there was a time.

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bakugou katsuki & bakugou y/n. the both of you lived above a hilltop in the countryside of japan, by now you’d both been long retired, and pictures of yourself over the years spanned across your walls making it look like you’d soon run out of space to place them all.

your kids had all grown up by now, three of them to be exact. two boys, and one girl. all triplets and all in their own homes with their respect partners.

but there was a time, you’d reminisced as your husband sat besides you in his rocking chair, the porch lit up by a candle.

a time where you’d hated your husbands guts and couldn’t stand to even be in the same room as him.

a time where he’d been fuming because he came second to you in the sports’ festival.

a time where you’d purposefully thrown him into harms’ way at the training camp, and a time where he dragged you into the portal with him as he was getting kidnapped.

a time where you’d begun to realize he wasn’t all that bad once you’d been forced to spend time with him while in captivity.

a time where you’d put saran wrap all over the outside of his dorm room door and waited until he woke up.

a time where he keyed aizawa’s car and blamed it on you.

a time where you’d graduated as valedictorian from ua, and him salutatorian.

a time where after finding out you were to be valedictorian, he didn’t speak to you until graduation because you didn’t even begin to take your studies seriously until second year.

a time where you’d both told each other you’d liked the other.

a time where you went on silly dates, and had no worries.

a time where he cut off all contact with you as a young hero without any prior warning, because he had to focus on his career before his personal life.

a time where once he’d cut you off, you’d completely cut off hero work altogether, instead choosing a career in management, specifically for pro-heroes.

a time where you’d been forced to talk to each other again when his agency sorely needed someone capable of bringing up his ranking as a pro hero.

a time where you’d slowly begun talking again, intently listening to him as he rambled on about his approval rating and how he wasn’t sure how he wanted to go about improving it.

a time where you’d made him into the number one pro hero in all of japan, making sure his name was plastered everywhere.

a time where he fired you because he thought he’d found someone better, so you had moved from tokyo, where he was centered, back to musutafu.

a time where when he finally spotted you in musutafu again, he’d apologized, for all of it. for shutting you out after highschool, for firing you, for ever hurting you. the rain poured especially hard that day.

a time where you’d begun to hang out again, but you had been cautious.

a time where you’d loved again, the media wondering who his new flame was.

a time when he’d found out that he’d been domesticated, doing things such as tidying up your shared room as dinner was waiting for you on the stove.

a time where you’d told him you were pregnant, and when you’d found out it was triplets.

a time where you’d worn a white dress as he stared at you from across the aisle, and you swore that this was the only time you’d ever seen him cry.

a time where despite all the good and the bad, you wouldn’t have traded any of it for the world.

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she got away.

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he knew it wouldn’t last. nothing in his life ever did. his desire to be number one was the only thing that would never change, regardless of how much he had wanted it to.

so why did he assume that the friendship you’d made back in elementary school would last? you’d met him when you had both barely begun to develop your quirks. when you figured out what his quirk was for him.

he’d liked you for that. liked that you always kept a level head regardless of the situation. he liked the fact that you were so similar, and that you were so easy for him to talk to.

you were there for him when he’d realized he was falling behind izuku. there for him when his own personal hero took interest in another student. there for him when he’d gotten kidnapped by the league.

he’d gotten too comfortable. he didn’t question that one day you wouldn’t be there anymore.

you were destined for greatness, after all teleportation is a highly sought after quirk in today’s world.

you were good. you weren’t a person who had an amazing quirk but no idea how to use it.

maybe that’s why all for one sought you out during the training camp.

and maybe that’s why bakugou was here now, watching as you stood next to shigaraki who’d become a vessel at this point, with the light in your eyes gone, and bruises covering your frame.

it killed him to see you like this.

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watch me, watch me party on u.

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a corporate job, and a studio apartment that reeked of clean linens and freshly squeezed lemonade that perfectly paired with the minimalistic design choices and the way that the blinds were always open, never closed. not even at night.

“why would i close them? i live on the 17th floor. nobody is going to bother looking inside.”

“talk to me again when you meet joe goldberg.”

he hated everything about that stupid apartment now. he was sitting inside, the scent of cologne radiating from his collarbones as he sat on a lounge chair, manspreading as if he’d owned the place.

it was your apartment. and this wasn’t the first time he’d been here. however it most definitely might be the last as the music blared in his eardrums, the bass thumping along with his heartbeat as his eyes scanned the familiar location.

he didn’t know why he was trying to find you.

no— scratch that. he knew exactly why he was trying to find you.

he’d been infatuated with you since day one, you see. even bought you a coffee on your first day at the company. then came the small hangouts with other coworkers, and the laughing with each other once you’d found yourselves in elevators together.

then came the solo hangouts. him helping you pick out furniture for your apartment. holding hands without realizing it. casual hookups. sleeping over at the others place.

then came him clinging to you like he was afraid you’d fall apart if he did. you feeling suffocated. the arguments. the final time he’d been at your apartment.

up until now he’d avoided your street like the plague, purposefully taking slower routes so he wouldn’t have to run the risk of seeing you.

that was until you’d invited the whole office to your party.

he didn’t know why he’d came. it was stupid. he didn’t even know why he was acting this way.

his eyes scanned the place once again, finding you.

landing on your frame as you poured a drink. an unfamiliar man placing his hand on the small of your back as you looked up at him, smiling.

then came the kiss, and your ex-flame’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrests of the chair.

he got up swiftly, in one notion as he made his way right by you guys, purposely sending the man with you stumbling as you looked over to him, a frown on your face.

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chapter 16: close enough, welcome back stevie nicks & lindsay buckingham.

the entire creative process was always something you’d preferred to do alone. never something that you’d ever wanted to do with another person.

unless it was him.

of course, it was always him. always knocking while you were trying to write, always sitting besides you while trying to help you make sense of the whole situation. papers scattered across the floor, your pen cap in your mouth as you chewed on it.

and so here he was, watching you from the doorway as you crumpled up yet another piece of paper, discarding it somewhere in the room.

“d’ya need help?” he spoke. you stood up and shut the door right in his face.

he didn’t move. because he knew that two minutes later, when you’d opened the door again and refused to meet his eyes, that you did in fact want his help.

and so he took a seat next to you, the both of you sat in harmony for the first time in what seemed like years.

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the show was another thing. to be fair, you’d barely spoken to him while writing so why would you speak to him now? with his stupid red eyes and stupid high cheekbones and stupid defined jawline.

the song was ironic. no really it was. both of your groups stared at you both as you showed them the lyrics, and yet when you both got to the studio, everyone was able to play in harmony, as if they’d done it a billion times before.

the backtrack begun to play, and your fingers found their way to your bass as you stood there, just eyeing him during the whole performance. of course, this didn’t go unnoticed. how could it when you were lead singer and he was background vocals?

your eyes never left his frame. and he felt your eyes burning daggers through his clothes as he turned to look at you.

the words spilled from your mouth as your bandmates had watched you both intently, as if you were in a tv show that had gotten just too good.

nobody looked away. how could they? you were tearing into your ex during a live performance at a shitty rundown bar.

the lyrics spoke for themself, but your eyes did as well. and nobody could miss the spark in both of your eyes as you looked at each other, finally getting out words that just needed to be said.

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come on, come on, come on

before the moment’s gone.

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he eyed you intently, your bulky pentax camera hanging off your frame as if it was made to be hung around your neck specifically. the film advanced, and with a click!, you had finished yet another roll of basic black & white film. color never stood out to you. not the way black and white did.

from what he’d remembered, you’d mumbled something about how black and white perfectly capture shadows in a way that color just couldn’t.

he didn’t know you, and yet here he was every saturday like clockwork. the marina and its’ boats in all their glory as he watched you insert another canister into the camera before looking up at the sky and choosing your f-stop.

of course, he thought he was being discreet while watching you.

spoiler alert: he wasn’t.

actually, you’d thought to yourself multiple times that his eyes would look beautiful on color film. and you hated color film.

he didn’t know why he was so intent on watching you. this was so uncharacteristic for him, but you’d looked peaceful while in your element. as if your camera was a part of you that you refused to let go.

the marina held an art show the following saturday, colors and hues mixing together as he walked by each booth until finally reaching yours.

it’s as if time had stopped as he looked to your monotone booth surrounded by light. different photographs of boats and wildlife littering the makeshift walls.

one photograph in particular caught his attention. right in the middle, and in color of all things.

it was a picture of him, staring out at the boats, and you had been right. his eyes stood out the most as they pierced through the paper.

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bored and on vacation. dare i say you might be getting some new content??

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grab your books & your coat, and that one good cologne that you bought when we were fighting.

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plates crashing against the ground, glass falling everywhere as books that once littered your shelves were currently getting shoved onto the floor, your shared apartment in shambles.

this wasn’t good. no, it wasn’t good for either of you. you knew that. and so did he. your eyes shifted to that photo of you both on the wall, eyes wide with excitement and love and lust and so much more.

that’s right. there was a time where you’d been sure that you wanted to be so much more with him.

right now you were only sure of one thing. you wanted him out.

out of this shared space. out of the apartment. out of your sight.

god, you wanted him out of your life.

it wasn’t always like this. no. it was good. so good.

you guys were only a few months in when the first argument hit. you’d fought in the morning and made up by the afternoon.

the second argument trailed soon after, maybe no less than a week. that was the first time you’d thrown a plate onto the floor right in front of him, and watched as he picked it up, silently.

the third argument wasn’t until months later, but there were miniature ones here and there.

one time you’d left the apartment, althought you hadn’t explicitly broken up with him. the dark night enveloped your body as you turned your head to a restaurant, bright lights shining right in your face.

he’d gone on a date, while you’d both still been together. he’d gone on a date.

about a week after, during another fight, your eyes darted over to the cologne bottle on his dresser that hadn’t been there until recently. he’d gone out of his way to buy it.

and now, back to the present.

his eyes were distant, and the screaming had your neighbors knocking on your door to make sure you were both alright.

you didn’t say much. walked back into your shared bedroom.

“where do you think you’re going?!”

a suitcase. some clothes. some books, and that cologne.

quickly and quietly.

his bag had been packed. no words from you as you wheeled the luggage over to your front door, and just sighed.

“what is this? the fuck?!”

“i don’t want to do this anymore.” you’d finally spoken.

“do what?”

“this. argue. be with you. i’m done.”

“what do you mean?” his tone lowered, eyes dropping for a split second.

“i don’t want you here anymore. i don’t want to be with someone who clearly doesn’t want to be with me. i’m asking you to leave.”

he took in what you said, his red eyes darting around the apartment as he looks at the mess. dishes shattered, pages torn out of books, picture frames broken.

“we’re not good for each other, and you know it too. i can’t remember a time where i didn’t have to throw things on the floor for my point to be heard. i don’t think we can be friends anymore either.” tears welled up in your eyes as you finally brought your head up to see his confused face.

“please leave.”

and so he did.

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only threw this party for you, i only threw this party for you.

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“this is anything but a healthy work/life balance.” your voice pierced through his ears, stopping him in his tracks. truth be told he was scanning the place trying to see if you’d decided to show up at all.

it was a stupid idea, really— i mean, how many people who work at a law firm would want to see their coworkers any more than they already do.

the hours suck, the work sucks, the pay is mediocre. he didn’t know why he hadn’t quit yet.

no. he did know why. it was you.

you and that stupid smile that had him hooked since the minute he started interning at the place after he quit medical school. you were, in a way his supervisor i suppose.

so that’s how he found himself throwing an end of the year party for your coworkers in an attempt to see you outside of work. although it was a very.. well for lack of a better word, dumb idea.

you’d never stayed overtime. never volunteered to come in on your day off even if the case load was immense, never even gave a second thought about just dropping in to say hi.

and as he turned around to see you, he was shocked to see you hand in hand with one of his med-school classmates. todoroki shouto.

i guess he didn’t get the right to act surprised, it was open-invite.

but to learn that his academic rival was the reason why you’d avoided the workplace like the plague on your day off? oh it stung.

especially when the whole reason he was throwing this stupid party was to be able to get a chance to talk to you one on one.

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(can u tell ive watched superstore)

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HII!!! hope you’re having a good day, i js wanted to pop by and ask what happened to euphoria??😭😭 hav u discontinued it? or hav u lost inspo??? its really fine if u dont wanna write i js wanna know if you’re yk still thinking of updating it 😭😭😭

hellooo yes im still updating it its just been slow updates because ive been working a lot more than i used to so not too much free time. literally though a customer asked if i was full time bc theyd always see me there lol

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somewhere in germany, but i can’t place it.

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“i hate this.” you’d said. the hot sun makinng your skin look like you’d just fallen from the sky, an angel in disguise.

he laughed. not a fake laugh that you let out when you want the conversation to end, but a genuine laugh that makes you want to get to know more about him.

more than you already had.

you’d only be here for the day, you decided this long ago.

your quirk wasn’t too special, you were able to teleport anywhere in the world, so long as you knew of the place. you didn’t need to know specifics like coordinates or geographical information.

but that’s what was so special about you.

his red eyes glowed in the sun, making you smile a bit once his gaze shifted from you onto some scenery.

he’d wanted to take the day trip to germany. it was something you’d both do every so often when he didn’t have to go into work. you’d pick a country, and go there. but you never took down city names just so that you’d never really know where you were. actually, it was mainly so you could both live in the moment.

that’s what he loved about you.

you refused to relive things, only focused on your future.

i guess this also led to his demise.

the man sat inside your formerly shared apartment, the remnants of you polluting the space as if you were screaming at him to not get rid of your things.

screaming. yes. there was a lot of that on that fateful day.

he chose to blur out the memory of you two fighting in your kitchen.

chose to blur out the minute you’d found his collar smudged with lipstick as you’d been doing laundry. chose to blur out your angry face, although somewhat sad face.

you’d left that night. he didn’t know where. maybe off to one of those tropical cities you’d visited, maybe one of the rural ones. maybe even a new one.

he wouldn’t know.

he’d frowned, staring at your closet with all your clothes. the silence enveloping him the same way it had all those years ago when you’d first gone.

so he sat and waited. just like he’d always done.

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euphoria ideas please someone cause i might discontinue it

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I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BAL

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chapter 15: the remix

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just found out i never posted the euphoria chapter but i hqve it ready??

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MY SHAYLA IS BACKKK HII OH EM GEEE I HOPE YOURE GOOD 🩷

HII yes im doing good honestly i just forget i have euphoria going and i remember every now snd then but i can’t seem to get ideas half the time so i just leave it alone for like a month

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wait lowkey her friends are kind of incredibly rude in the last post I totally get being fed up but it’s giving nasty behaviour

i did not intend for them to come off as rude 😞😞 just fed up, my apologies. but it also might just be im fed up bc all ive known the past few months is work and school 💔💔😩😩

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chapter 14: who’s they

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