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kusuguricafe · 1 year ago

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Seek and Destroy - Squealing Santa 2K23

A/N: surpriiiiise @chibisstuff!! I'm your squealing santa this year! I hope you love your gift <3 happy holidays! 🎁

Characters: lee!Deku, lee!Kaminari, ler!Bakugou

Chapter 1 - Tough Spot

Summary: Bakugou's ler mood has gotten out of control and Deku happens to be pass by at just the right wrong moment.

Katsuki had an itch. An itch to destroy. He’d been pacing back and forth trying to come up with a way to rid himself of his desires, but he was out of luck. There’s really no other way to satiate the desire to tickle someone into oblivion without actually tickling someone into oblivion.

The next poor soul to pass by was in for a wrecking of a lifetime. And lo and behold, a certain green-haired, freckled boy happened to enter the common room at just the wrong moment.

Perfect, Katsuki thought. “Oi, nerd.”

“Oh! Hi, Kacchan! What is it?”

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

“Okay!”

Katsuki led Izuku to his dorm room. Kacchan never lets anyone into his room, except for Kirishima on occasion, Izuku thought. He must be serious.

Katsuki opened the door and said, “Wait on the bed for a sec.”

Izuku nodded and hopped up onto Katsuki’s bed. He waited patiently while Katsuki rummaged around in his closet for something. He pulled out a red tie.

Izuku cocked his head in confusion. “...A tie? I didn’t know you even owned one of those.”

“Watch it, nerd. Just hold still, will ya?”

“O-okay.”

Katsuki walked over to the bed, grabbing Izuku’s wrists and tying them to the headboard.

“Um, Kacchan? What are you doing?”

“Do I have to grab a second one to shut your damn trap? Stop asking questions.”

“N-no! Sorry!”

After Katsuki finished tying off a secure knot, he furrowed his brow and placed his head in his hand. He sighed. “So, I lied, but I know you’re not going to hate this, so you really don’t have anything to be mad about.”

Izuku started to shake nervously as Katsuki climbed up on top of him. “I know you can free yourself if you really can’t take it anymore, so… just do that if you need, alright?”

“I-I still don’t know what you’re talking abahahAHA! W-wahahahahait!”

“No can do.”

“Whyhyhyhyhy!?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just… just try to enjoy it. I know you like this anyways.”

Katsuki could feel a fire light inside of him as soon as got a taste of that delicious laughter. He hated how much he liked doing this, but he knew he’d never get this urge to go away unless he acted on it. Besides, out of all the possible victims, he knew this one wouldn’t mind.

“Ehehe pfftahahahaha! S-stahahahahahap!”

“Oh come on, you can take it.”

Katsuki dug into Izuku’s ribcage, sporadically traveling up into his underarms. Izuku wiggled back and forth beneath Katsuki, but he really couldn’t move much with his arms restrained and his legs trapped. As Katsuki fully succumbed to his desires, his focused, mildly disgruntled expression slowly turned into an enraptured leer.

“aaAAAAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Izuku screamed as Katsuki dug into his hips.

God, his laughter was intoxicating.

“AIIEEEHEHEYAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHI- *snort* I CAHAHAHA- *hic* KAHACCHAHAHAA!!”

Katsuki reluctantly stopped for a moment when Izuku’s laughter went silent. Izuku panted, dazed, buzzing with a leftover tingly feeling.

“Wh-why,” he started, “Why are you doing this?”

“I-” Katsuki paused. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Are you sure?” Izuku questioned, gazing up at him with those big, green doe eyes.

Katsuki hesitated a second too long. The slightest hint of a rosy hue spread across his cheeks as he said, “I just… I get these urges sometimes. I don’t know where they come from or why they happen, but it makes me want to… Argh! It makes me wanna tickle someone so badly.”

Izuku’s eyes widened.

“And I can’t get rid of it! I can’t get rid of it until I, y’know, actually do it. You happened to be walking by right as it was getting to a point where I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I…”

“I get it.”

“You- You do?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well… Good. Now don’t go blabbing about it to anyone, alright?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good.”

…

“So, a-are you done, or…?”

Katsuki looked away. His palm crackled like a firecracker as his face turned a shade redder. Finally, he closed his fist and asked, “Can you take a bit more?”

Izuku took a deep breath.

“Go for it.”

Chapter 2 - Heady Pursuit

Summary: Denki overhears what happened yesterday and gets extremely jealous. So, what else is there to do than to provoke Bakugou until he gets what he wants?

What on earth is all that noise about? Denki thought. Bored, he decided to investigate. He took the elevator from the third to the fourth floor, where he thought he heard the ruckus coming from.

“Of course it’s Bakugou,” he said to himself as he walked closer to the blonde’s dorm.

“EEEYAHAHA! NOOHOHOHOooaAAHHAHAHAHA! NOT THE FEHEHEET!! PLEASE KACCHAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!”

…Feet? Is that Deku?

“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!” Denki heard Izuku scream.

“You said you could take it, now take it!” came Katsuki’s reply.

“IHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!”

“No shit it tickles, dumbass!”

Denki’s face went beet red. So that’s what they were doing. He should have guessed—Mr. Smiley can’t even make Deku laugh that loud. Denki could feel static building up in his hair. He shook it off and marched back towards the elevator.

Nothing was working. Denki had been dropping hints all day, making playful remarks, stretching in front of Katsuki so that his midriff was showing, even laying in his lap (and promptly getting told to “fuck off”). But he had to keep trying.

“Oiiiii Kacchan!”

“The hell d’you want?”

“Want? I don’t want anything, I’m just saying hello!”

“Yeah, sure.”

Crap! Was he really that obvious?

“A-anyway,” Denki continued, “Kirishima and I are going to the gym later, if you want to join?”

“Nah, already went.”

“Oh, okay! In that case, would you mind helping me with this new move I’ve been working on? I need someone to practice it with, and-”

“Do it with Kirishima.”

“But it’s up in the air! Kirishima can only help me practice stuff on the ground! It’s called the uh, something or other volt maneuver!”

“You’re insane.”

“Oh c’mon, pleeeaaase?”

“No.”

“Pleeeeaaaase?”

“No.”

“At least let me show you! I get a running start like this,” Denki explained, running in place, “Jump up real high, do a couple flips and then come crashing down with my arms out, like this!”

As Denki whipped out his arms and pointed his finger guns towards Katsuki, he “accidentally” let out a small bolt of electricity (only about as strong as the electrostatic shocks you get on a particularly dry day), zapping him in the arm.

“...Oops.”

“DUNCE FACE—”

“AAAHHHHH!” Denki shrieked and bolted.

Katsuki was hot on his tail, and Denki could feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he scrambled around the common room, knowing that he could only evade the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight for so long.

“COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!”

“NOOO!”

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

Denki decided his best bet was to make a run for the front door.

“ONLY IF YOU CATCH-WaAHH!” Denki yelped as Katsuki swiftly tackled him into the grass.

Katsuki had him pinned. “What do you have to say for yourself, haah?”

“Uhm…”

“Nothing?”

Denki pursed his lips and shook his head.

Katsuki sighed. “You know what? I’m feeling nice today. I’m gonna let you off the hook.”

“What? Why!?”

“...Why do you sound so upset by that?”

“I-I’m not upset, haha, y-yay!” Denki stuttered, sweating nervously.

“Seriously, what has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Oh, h-have I? I hadn’t noticed…”

The two stared at each other for a moment.

“S-so are you gonna let me go?”

“Not until you tell me what’s up.”

“N-nothing’s up! Nothing at all!”

“Not gonna fess up? Good thing I know how to make losers like you talk.”

Denki saw an unmistakable glint in Katsuki’s eye. He shivered.

“W-wait, BakugAAHAHAHA!”

Katsuki wasted no time in shoving his hands right up into Denki’s underarms, vibrating his fingers against him.

“EEHEHE STAHAHAHAHA!” Denki laughed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Nuh-uh, you asked for this.”

Katsuki was thorough—he fluttered his fingers against Denki’s ears and neck, pinched up and down his sides, skillfully rubbed his thumbs into his ribs, massaged his hips, and even squeezed his thighs—constantly making him jump and yelp in surprise. Finally, he reached back to squeeze above and skitter his fingers underneath Denki’s knees.

“AAAAIIIEEHEHE NONONONONO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!”

Denki laughed and laughed and laughed, banging his fist on the ground. He thrashed about as much as he could, making a futile attempt to escape. He was at his limit.

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, ALRIHAHAHAHAIGHT! I’LL TALK I’LL TAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA!!”

“Took you long enough. You have more stamina than I thought.”

“I- ehehe… I wanted, I wanted you to, to t-tickle me.”

“...You’re kidding.”

“P-please don’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad.”

“Oh, thank God…”

“You could have just asked, y’know?”

“I-I didn’t know how you’d react…”

“So you decided to annoy me all day instead?”

Denki nodded.

Katsuki sighed. “For future reference, I’d be more than happy to take you up on that request. Any time you want.”

#tickling #tickle fic #ss2k23 #squealing santa 2k23 #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #deku #denki kaminari #bakudeku #kamibaku #ler!bakugou #lee!deku #lee!midoriya #lee!kaminari #bnha #princess scrawlings

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zaddyraven · 1 year ago

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🩷 Shoucat Adventures! 🩷

Part Two:

Katsuki: *Drops Shouto onto Izuku's lap* Take this little menace.

Eijirou: What'd he do??

Shouto: *Curling into Izuku's lap* He's being mean, Izu :(

Katsuki: Aw hell no! Don't feed into his shit!

Izuku: Kacchan, what did Sho do?

Katsuki: Fucker tried to kill me, that's what!

Ashido: That doesn’t tell us much, Kats, haha.

Shouto: He was just in my way at the wrong time. That's all.

Katsuki: I- me?? I was in /your/ way??

Shouto: *laying his head on Eijirou* Yes.

Katsuki: *walks forward* You littl-

Hanta: *Holding Katsuki back* Woahhh, calm down.

Izuku: Sho, what happened?

Shouto: He's the one that kicked me! I don't understand why he's mad at me!

Izuku: *Gasps* KACCHAN!

Katsuki: The fucker literally sprinted right past me mid step! I didn't mean to kick him!

Shouto: Just?? Get out of my way??

Katsuki: Maybe don't try to kill me?? Where were you even going??

Shouto: I was a butterfly out the window.

Everyone but Shouto and Katsuki: Aww.

Katsuki: One of us is gonna end up dead because of you, I swear.

Shouto: *shrugs* Okay, I'll plan your funeral then.

Everyone: 🫢

#tdbkdk #todobakudeku #shoucat #bakudeku #tododeku #bakutodo

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imagineanime2022 · 6 months ago

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A Reason To Hate Me.

No Pairing

Character of focus is Katsuki Bakugo

Word Count: 2072

Requested: @supernerdycookietrashblrr

Request: Original Request

Warnings: Bullying, Parent Death, Bakugo hate, bad interpretation of a devil fruit

You should have known that you couldn’t continue under the radar for too long. Your quirk wasn’t something that made you outwardly strong, in the world that you lived in you were practically quirkless. Your quirk needed to be activated by eating a certain type of mushroom, something you coined as the wakeshroom. It soon became apparent to you that you were the only person that seemed to be able to eat these mushrooms but it still had an effect on you, so when you were a child your parents kept you away from them.

That was why you sat in this classroom with your head down cycling through things that you had read 1000 times in attempts to keep attention off of you. You knew that you had failed when you felt the shadow crawl over your shoulder “What are in here you useless nerd?” Someone asked. “Nothing.” You answered softly, trying to make yourself smaller in the chair and shrink away from Bakugo. You remember a time when he didn’t even see you but you made the mistake of sticking up for Izuku one day and that turned his attention to you. Izuku often apologised but you always told him that it wasn’t his fault. “Then you're just taking up space in here?” He asked harshly as he took the paper that you had been looking at. “Still don’t get this dumbass?” “I understand-” “If you understood you won’t be hiding in here-” “Kacchan that’s enough.” Izuku’s voice sounded from the door, Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Losers flock together I guess.” He smirked before using his quirk to burn the paper that he was holding with a smirked before barging past Izuku and leaving the room. “Are you o-” “I’m fine Izuku, thanks for the help.” You mumbled as you looked out the window. “You should tell someone what’s happening.” Izuku suggested. “You mean like you did?” You asked, Izuku sighed as he stood up, he wanted to fight what you said but instead he left you be, after all what you said had hurt him a little bit.

Their descent into madness started slowly, the first thing being the death of your parents after they got caught in a villain attack and you were left alone. You attempted to continue your life applying for the hero schools around and trying to do something that would make your parents proud but when you got to the entrance exam you came across someone you wished that you would never have to see again “what the hell are you doing here?” Bakugo asked. You didn’t say anything “you know that you aren’t good enough to get into this school.” “Hey dude, that's not nice.” Someone said from somewhere in the crowd. “Mind your own business!” Bakugo yelled back. “Can’t even fight for yourself how are you supposed to protect anyone.” You shouldn’t have let it get to you, if you were able to prove him wrong then you could do anything but of course, you didn’t the moment that the exam actually started Bakugo seemed to make it his mission to take every point that you could have got and by the end you were sure that you weren’t getting into UA.

After not being accepted on any hero course, you were still accepted into UA for normal schooling, the government gave you somewhere to stay now that your parents were gone and even offered you a part time job that would help you pay for rent, food and bills. You still saw Izuku sometimes but for the most part you stayed away because that meant that you stayed away from Bakugo too. “Told you, you wouldn’t make it. At least you're where you belong with all the other extras.” You don’t know how he kept finding you, whether he was looking for you at this point. You stayed quiet but that only seemed to give him space to continue “bet your parents are real proud of you now.” You bit down on your lip hands clenching at your side, “bet they tell that lie everyday, anyone ever tell you that parents lie too?” You were sure that he didn’t know that your parents had been killed. Why would he? But that was what started a downward spiral, with no one to stop you, you started spending more time in the world that you quirk created for you, eating the wakeshroom to keep yourself there. You don’t know if the school ever noticed that you stopped attending or if anyone came looking for you because you don’t remember a lot of what happened outside of your little world until Stains grand speech and you joining the League Of Villains.

On the day that you showed up they seemed to have a healthy amount of people already following the cause but the power and atmosphere that followed you gave Shigaraki enough reason to accept you into his group. “You're the only other person my age here.” A soft female voice sounded from next to you. “So?” You asked. “I think we should be friends. My name's Himiko Toga.” She introduced herself. “(Y/N) (L/N).” You answered after a moment. “What’s your quirk, mine lets me change into anyone who’s blood I drink, obviously the more I drink the longer I can pretend to be them.” She shrugged. “My quirk allows me to make a world all of my own and the songs there help me to control what happens there.” You answered. “Woah that’s cool, can you show me?” She asked. “Maybe when we go on our first mission.” You answered.

You were kept away from the Bakugo capture mission, on your own request, admitting that he and some of the teacher may recognise you and make the mission much harder for them, you were proven right when he got back. “Hey loser, what are you doing with these guys?” He asked, you glanced at him for a second. “Is he the one that hurt you?” Toga asked. “Oh you’ve got them doing your dirty work then!?” He asked. “You being here has nothing to do with me, in fact if I was asked my opinion I would have suggested killing you.” You answered, you don’t even know where the sentence had come from but it seemed that the effects of the shrooms that you had been eating in preparation for a fight were taking effect. You watched as Bakugo’s eyes widened allowing them the chance to properly chain him to the chair, you stood from where you were sitting walking over to him slowly, knee leant on the chair between his legs as your hand latched around his throat making him look at you. “You should thank Shigaraki for what he wants to offer you, otherwise I might have indulged in my own fantasy.” “You're crazy!” He growled. “And who made me that way?” You asked softly, pushing his head back roughly as you walked away “I won’t be controlled by you anymore.”

It would be months before you see Bakugo again, he escaped the clutches of the villains with the help of All Might and the other heroes and your group never crossed paths with him for a long while. When finally did come into contact with them was during the Jaku city incident which would ultimately earn you the fear that you deserved. “(Y/N)? What are you doing!?” Bakugo asked. “Me!?” You asked “I’m protecting the only people that have ever made me feel like I’m worth something, you think that using my name would make me change my mind!?” “What about Izuku? I thought you were friends!” Bakugo yelled “Shigaraki wants to kill him!” “I know what Shigaraki wants and honestly it never bothered me, Izuku stopped caring about me a long time ago! Every opportunity he got he saved you, every time he rescues you, so many people make excuses for you, you should never have been given the chance to be a hero! You loved hurting people everywhere that you went but for some reason I was always your target. I don’t know what I did to you but you can be sure that what I do to you will give you a reason to hate me.” You promised as you glanced back at the others, with an unconscious Shigaraki there was no way to win this fight so now they needed to leave. “What are you doing, little illusionist?” Compress asked. “Make sure that you find Toga okay?” You asked. “Of course.” He nodded. “Good then you’ll know when but you have to move quickly all of you.” You ordered, it only took a second for your quirk to take effect stopping all heroes in their track as the dark song took hold of their mind long enough for them to get away, they all seemed to turn on you then, Todoroki and Bakugo being the closest to you, you hummed to the song softly as you dodged the hit moving towards Machia where you sat with your back against his shoulder “Me and you Machia, we’ll be the sacrifices today.”

“(Y/N)!” Izuku shouted, you looked over at him, an almost dead look in your eyes. “What… What are you doing?” He asked. “You know Izuku, I am happy for you, I’m happy that you got to be the hero that you always wanted but it destroyed you, your broken and battered just trying to protect everyone, to protect him the one that made everything a living hell.” You said softly as you leaned back. “Everything needs to change.” “Change?” Izuku asked. “Did I ever tell you what my quirk was capable of doing, I could rewrite the world and make it everything that I want, I never told Shgaraki about that part, I wanted to use it for one purpose.” You explained flicking your hand and knocking back Shoto and Bakugo and freezing them in place. “What are you planning?” Bakugo asked, you looked at him and smirked, you seemed to disappear, reappearing next to his frozen body. “I plan to erase you from existence, I don’t want you in the new world.” You explained “No matter how fun it would be to torture you for the rest of your miserable life.” “You think dying scares me?” Bakugo asked. “Honestly no but I just don’t care. You won’t even get the chance to be an extra.” You smirked as you pulled your arm back, a knife appearing in your hand “once I’m done with you I’ll rewrite the world.” You plunged your hand down but before it could make contact you were knocked away. “I can’t let you hurt him (Y/N).” Izuku said, your eyes widened as you looked between them. “How!? How do you keep taking everything from me!” You yelled the world around you becoming unstable as you pressed the heel of your palm against your head. “I know it’s been hard, I know things have changed but there’s still time to-” “Time to what!? Go back to the way things were, you don’t understand I don’t want to go back to the way things were, I hated it being afraid of even making a noise because he might look over and decide that I’ve annoyed him.” You interrupted. “I can’t go back to that, I can’t.” The bright world about them was starting to become darker as you curled in on yourself. “I can’t, I can’t.” You were so tightly curled that you didn’t notice the deactivation of your quirk. In fact the only thing that you felt was the sharp hit to the back of your neck as you were knocked out swiftly.

Izuku watched as you fell forward into Mirio’s arms as he easily lifted you, the villains had successfully gotten away but they had managed to stop you, maybe even getting you away from them could help you to heal. “I didn’t think that it would have made them this way.” Bakugo muttered. “That’s the problem Bakugo, back then you didn’t think and now it might be too late to fix it.” Izuku explained. “Deku-” “Kacchan, this is something that we may not be able to undo but if that’s the case does that mean that we should punish them for it?” Izuku asked. “This is just as much our fault as it was theirs.”

Request Here!!

#my hero academia oneshot #my hero academia reader insert #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo oneshot #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader

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eyes-of-mischief · 1 year ago

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weekly fic recs | 45

prompt: sleep

fandoms: bnha, mdzs, svsss, tgcf

bnha

Cracked, Fried, and Scrambled by PoppinBoppin

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence, major character death)

On a spring day in April, Kacchan tells Deku to take a swan dive off a roof and hope for a quirk in his next life.

On a spring day in April, Deku follows a simple sequence of actions.

Deku leaves school, gritting his teeth with tears in his eyes.

Deku claws Katsuki out of fire and grit and grease and slime.

Deku walks away, Katsuki screaming at his back. I don’t need your help! You’re Useless! This means Nothing to me!

And Then...

On a spring morning in April, Katsuki arrives at Aldera Junior High early to perform classroom duties, and stops in front of the bloodied corpse of Midoriya Izuku. - Unable to deal with the unbearable guilt of causing his childhood friend's death, Bakugou Katsuki finds a way to see him again.

Meanwhile, Aizawa Shouta deals with an unbearably high mortality rate with his students, even if he takes the right steps to try to stop them.

I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by iizukuus

“IcyHot?” “I need—need help, I can’t, can’t—” Shouto breathes, tears staining his cheeks as he stumbles over to Bakugou, his muscles are weak, heavy—they aren’t working. His legs give out and— ”Easy, easy,” Bakugou stumbles back and keeps Shouto up with his steady arms, holds on to his waist tight. “I don't know what to do,” he hiccups, pressing his face into Bakugou’s shoulder as he sobs and tugs at his shirt, “what’s happening to me?”

Shouto gets hit with a quirk that prevents him from sleeping and reality as he knows it, crumbles before him.

mdzs

let the sun go down on your anger; let it burn you to sleep by enbysaurus_rex

Wei Wuxian's been treating his narcolepsy with his golden core

The core removal changes things

You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground

(mature)

Wei Wuxian chuckles and starts pushing Lan Wangji's outer robes off his shoulders. "Poor Lan Zhan, subject to such earthly miseries. You must be exhausted, come to bed, come to bed."

"Mm," Lan Wangji says. He raises his arms so that Wei Wuxian can keep undressing him. His clothes will end up on the floor, but no matter. Wei Wuxian's deft hands at his belts are worth wrinkled robes.

"... Goodness, Hanguang-Jun, you wear too many damned layers," Wei Wuxian tells him after a while. "Would it kill you to stop after a reasonable five?"

Wei Wuxian moves into the Jingshi. They sleep together.

like a moonbeam, here you are by typefortydeductions

'At first, Lan Wangji's dreams are the same as they have ever been. Memories of Wei Ying, his unconscious mind re-rehearsing the same events over and over again. But, slowly they begin to change, filtered through with the same silver-blue light that shines throughout the Cold Ponds. In these dreams, Wei Ying is not raving with madness, not close to death. He curls, small and broken, on a rock not unlike Lan Wangji’s own.'

In seclusion, Lan Wangji dreams of Wei Wuxian, and finds his way back to him.

svsss

love's worth running to by ghostybreads

“Shizun,” he purred, darkly calm despite the anger oozing out of his mock-respectful smile. Luo Binghe's grip on Xiu Ya's blade tightened, and he realised with belated horror that his blood was running down the sword and dripping by Shen Qingqiu's feet. His sword had to be held at an upwards angle now, to reach the place where he pierced him back then.

Shen Qingqiu felt sick. There was something wrong in this dream.

“I ask you again. Do you regret it, Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu can't answer whether he regrets betraying him. Luo Binghe wants his Shizun to understand how he suffered, and drags Shen Qingqiu into his dreamscape of the Endless Abyss that night.

The only problem: Shen Qingqiu isn't waking up.

What Dreams May Come by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

(explicit)

In the time between sacrificing himself to stop his estranged disciple’s qi deviation and waking up in his back-up body, Shen Yuan -formerly Shen Qingqiu- experiences a long series of dreams that make him confront quite a few things about himself that he’d been stubbornly ignoring.

Good thing they’re just dreams, right? Otherwise he’d never be able to look Luo Binghe in the eye ever again.

Binghe froze under his hands as Shen Yuan brought him into the most gentle hug he could manage. “Still crying?” He asked, only just keeping the unsteadiness out of his voice. He was naked and this was a sex dream and Binghe was crying all over his dick.

He didn’t need his kinks spelled out for him quite this explicitly, thanks.

Or: two horny idiots finally get out of their own way.

tgcf

To see the next part of the dream by goodbye_blue

“I’m sorry Gege, I’m just a bit surprised. Let me make sure I am understanding this correctly,” he said, taking half a step forward. “You are real and also asleep. I am also real, and not a figment of your imagination. We are both real, and asleep, and dreaming the same dream right now.” Xie Lian shrugged. “It looks like it.”

When Xie Lian gets hit by a curse, he winds up sharing his dreams with a certain ghost king who would very much like to know where he is in real life.

Galatea by zarasu

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Caught in the coffin, Xie Lian's desperation reaches a level that splinters his cursed shackles a little. From then on, he finds himself in one of the statues in the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods every time he dreams. His only hope of escaping the coffin completely is asking the mysterious sculptor for help who regularly appears in the cave to work on one of the statues.

#bnha fic recs #bnha #mdzs fic recs #mdzs #tgcf fic recs #tgcf #svsss fic recs #svsss #weekly fic recs #prompt #sleep

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vultureboi · 2 years ago

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!-MHA SPOILERS-!

First off, I know some people don’t ship bkdk as romantic. But hear me out.

There is TOO MUCH SHIT that’s just- it’s impossible for me to not see it!! I swear!!! Uraraka x Deku isn’t going to happen. I can tell you why! How much have we seen of Uraraka and Deku? How many instances are they fighting side by side? How many times are they causing trouble together? Barely any!! Katsuki is always there causing trouble right by Izuku’s side.

Katsuki and Izuku fight side by side, argue like a married couple, have known each other since forever, and even have a special relationship with nicknames!! Kacchan? No one else gets to call him that! When Denki tries, Kat gets mad. And honestly? I feel like when Uraraka started calling Izuku Deku and then he chose it as his hero name, I think Katsuki was pissed. Like- “uh- no. I gave you that! That’s my name for you!!”

I also believe part of the rivalry with Uraraka and Katsuki is love rivalry. I truly believe during their fight at the sports festival they were also slightly fighting over Izuku.

But when Uraraka figures out that Deku needs to focus, I appreciated that. She backed off and put her feelings aside for the better. But in a lot of anime, usually, if there’s a love interest, they’re featured in most episodes with a strong role. In the movies, Uraraka was there, but not a strong role. Katsuki is almost every event is a strong role.

I really feel the two main characters are Deku and Katsuki. Not Deku and Uraraka. Yes, we had confirmation that Uraraka likes Deku. But we’ve seen nothing about Deku liking her.

“But he blushes when Uraraka is in his face!”

Uh, yeah. He’s never hung out with girls before. He said that. So he doesn’t know what to do and gets embarrassed easily, even with the guys. He’s just an anxious ball of green fluff.

But Katsuki has been a huge part of Izuku’s life and vice versa. They literally grew based on each other. Katsuki eventually learning to let himself be saved thanks to Izuku. Izuku learning to stand up from himself and make himself stronger from Katsuki. They literally use each other to reach the top in such a perfect way.

In the beginning of the story, it was clear that their relationship was not healthy, correct. However, Katsuki apologized and explained himself during the vigilante arc and admitted to All Might that he was helping train Izuku as a form of making up for his past mistakes. A way to apologize.

If you look at even the basic dynamics of an anime with love interests, you see that Katsuki is the one that is most viewed besides Izuku. And usually, the two main characters are love interests.

My dad actually told me it couldn’t work because the childhood friend never wins, which, I laughed my ass off, so did he. But every way I see it, if there is going to be romance in this, it’s going to be bkdk.

Plus, you can find a BUNCH of hints in actual texts and translations. Such as Edgeshot using “he” as in “boyfriend”. Which, if you don’t know, Japanese people don’t usually use pronouns. They say their name if they can. They could have done “Deku is coming back” but instead they say it as if calling Deku Katsuki’s boyfriend.

So is this really a question by this point? The main characters are Izuku and Katsuki. In a romance anime, the two main characters are the love interests. Whether it turns out to be romantic or not, I guarantee you. There is just too much proof of bkdk being the main thing.

There’s no convincing me otherwise.

They better hold fucking hands at least.

A kiss on the cheek or something at most like- c’mon.

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triforceangel13 · 1 year ago

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A Sea of Green and Red Ch. 14 (A BakuDeku Mermaid Au)

Chapter 14: Freedom...?

Izuku curled up in the cell, burying his face in his legs. He had been there for days. No food, no water. He was stuck. He may as very well lose his life there.

But what was the point now? Katsuki was gone, taken from him before his very eyes.

He let out a small sob, pressing his face into his legs. Katsuki had been the best thing to ever happen to him and then he was taken from him from someone so greedy.

“Kacchan...” Izuku said, whimpering at the memories.

What was the point of him living any longer...

A fluttering in his stomach had him pausing however. He reached down, resting his hand against it gently.

Was he...? No, that wasn't possible. Katsuki had been human.

But with if it was true...then he couldn't just stop living. He had to live for this little guppy that might be inside of him.

The last piece of Katsuki he had.

“I'll protect you with everything I have,” Izuku promised his stomach. There might not even be something there but he wanted to believe there was. The door to his cell suddenly burst open. Izuku jumped, flinching to the side of his cell as he tried to keep himself from whomever had opened the door.

A random member of the crew sat there looking around and then grabbed Izuku's arm. He tried to fight him but he held tight.

“I'm getting you out of here,” the crew member growled. “Stop fighting.”

“What?” Izuku asked but he was being yanked up to the top deck on unsteady legs. He looked around. The rest of the crew wasn't around. Not even the captain.

There was no way that it was this easy. Just like there was no reason why this random pirate would be helping him.

“What do you even want?” he asked with panic in his voice.

“Nothing,” he said.

“That's a lie,” Izuku insisted.

“I'm getting revenge on the captain for killing our first mate. We're all upset. Now go,” the pirate insisted, leting go of his arm as he pushed him towards the edge.

Izuku hesitated at first and then without a second thought jumped from the ship and into the familiar water.

He quickly changed into his tail and he stretched, inhaling the sweet water around him. He was free. But why did this seem all too easy?

“Don't fight with yourself, just go home!” he cried out to himself.

Without even looking back he started to swim away, heading in the direction of home. His body would lead him there. He would get out of this and get home.

Shigaraki smirked at the sight of Izuku's shape disappearing. The crew members came out of their hiding spots slowly.

“What if we can't get him back?” one asked.

“Oh don't worry about that my friend,” Shigaraki said with a smirk. “He will be mine once again but after he leads me to his friends. I will have my kiss.”

He watched as Izuku got further, wanting to put some distance ahead.

“Man the stations,” Shigaraki barked at his crew, them scurrying about to do what he said he wanted. They were scared after what they saw happen to Kirishima and Katsuki.

“Soon we will be heading in his direction. We will follow him at a distance, as long as it takes to get what we want.”

Swimming like this was hard. He was using muscles that he never really got to use and he was getting tired. How was he expected to save Izuku if he couldn't even swim?

Mina was helping Kirishima of course. Katsuki could sense the bond from a mile away. No doubt he'd be sticking around this mermaid after everything that was going on.

Shoto didn't help him at all, just an occasional adjustment but the blond was stuck holding onto the long rope that was around his waist to keep him steady.

They may have had a truce but Shoto was still a little bitter about Izuku's choice and Katsuki was still a little mad that he had nearly taken his life.

It would take time for those wounds to mend.

They had been on and off swimming for a while. Katsuki and Kirishima had learned what merfolk ate and struggled a little bit. Nothing was cooked so it was a little difficult to swallow, Kirishima more so. Katsuki powered through it.

He still needed to heal and he needed his strength in order to protect Izuku if need be.

By now he was sure the crew had gotten to the cove, gotten what they needed and were already on to following Izuku he was sure. He just hoped his little merman would know better than to lead them there. He had to know he was being followed at some point.

“There's home,” Mina said from behind him. Katsuki looked forward at the sight and it nearly took his breath away...so to speak.

It was much better than the drawings he had seen in scrolls and in books of this place. It looked like a large kingdom, but everything was open and covered in lush greens and fantastic colors of shells and other sea creatures.

Other merfolk swam around, going about their business.

“Amazing...” Katsuki mumbled and then let out a grunt when he was tugged a different way. “Oi. Not so rough.”

“Look there,” Shoto said, pointing to the area they had been heading to. Two guards were stationed, keeping their eyes peeled.

“What are they looking for?” Kirishima asked.

“Me...and anything suspicious,” Shoto sighed. “My father just wanted me to let Izuku go and marry another. Even with Izuku not wanting to wed, I won't just let one of us be taken like that.”

“Your father has that much control?” Katsuki asked but then paled as it dawned on him. Prince Shoto, which meant his father was the king. “He's the king. He controls the sea.”

“Not all of the sea, just this area. That belongs to Triton who is nearly on the other side of the world at the moment,” Shoto explained. “Father is dangerous, not not nearly as bad as him though.”

“Greeeat,” Katsuki drawled and sighed as he followed him into the town but in the darkness. It looked like more where Katsuki would live. Less color but more comfortable and honestly home looking. More than likely the “lesser” part of town. But that meant there were more welcoming people there...or at least he had hoped.

“Shoto!” came a gasp, the prince soon being enveloped in a pair of warm arms. Katuki noted the mermaid that hugged him. Older than them with familiar green hair that was kept in a bun on the top of her head with a pretty flower.

Her tail was a familiar teal as well and Katsuki swam a bit back towards Kirishima. She had to be related to Izuku some how.

“Inko,” Shoto said, giving her a hug in return and pulled back with a sad smile. “I'm glad to see you're well.”

“Hardly,” she said. “Please, tell me you have news. Please tell me that my little Izuku is alive and is safe. Is he with you?”

Shoto rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. Inko seemed to wilt at that and she let out a small sigh.

“But I do have news,” Shoto said. “He is alive.”

“Oh thank Poseidon,” Inko said with a sigh of relief but her small smile faded. “Shoto, where is he? Do those disgusting pirates still have my baby boy?”

“In a way, yes,” Shoto said, gesturing for the others to come closer. “That's why we need to explain to you what is going on.”

Once Inko's eyes landed on Katsuki and Kirishima she swam right up to them, danger in her eyes and anger radiating off of her.

“You,” she growled at Katsuki, jabbing a finger in his face. “How are you down here? Did you steal some poor mermaid's kiss to get here? Telling everyone where we are? How dare you come here instead of my Izuku.”

“I'm not the one bringing them here. I came to save everyone,” Katsuki stated.

“And we're not the one bringing them here, Izuku is,” Kirishima said but Mina coverd his mouth quickly as the the older woman turned her attention to the redhead.

“Explain. Now,” she growled. “My son would never do such a thing. Despite how man hardships this kingdom has given him he always looks out for his fellow mer.”

“I tried to bring him to freedom,” Katsuki said. “My captain found us and took him to a very highly proteted area by the pirates. He's planning on using Izuku to follow him back here. We have to intercept Izuku before he gets here.”

“And why do you care so much for me son to help him or help any of us?” she asked skeptical of the man before her.

“Because I love him!” Katsuki stated loudly. The others grew quiet around him and he let out a sigh, his throat feeling tight. “All I ever wanted while he was in my care was finding a way to get him back home, to safety, regardless of what happened to me. But he was taken...I'm sorry...”

Inko watched him a moment and then took a deep breath, noting that some other merfolk were coming closer to see what the commotion was.

“Follow me,” she said, motioning for them to follow her. “Quickly.”

They didn't hesitate to follow her into one of the homes nearby. Se closed the door behind them all, peeking out the small window curtain made of kelp.

“Forgive me. I should have guessed that you were good and wanting to help after being here with the prince,” she said. “I just miss my son so much and wish only his safety.”

“I'll go over the plan with you Inko,” the prince said to her. “I think our human guests need a place to rest. They aren't used to swimming down here so much and they are still recovering from the wounds they've sustained.”

“Yes of course, This way,” Inko said, gesturing for the humans to follow afte her. Kirishim was put in a spare bedroom that she had but Inko brought Katsuki to a room that looked like it already had an owner.

“I had thought you wouldn't mind staying in Izuku's room,” she said, looking at it sadly. Katsuki looked around, moving towards the bed and tied his rope onto one of the stones surrounding the bed.

“I don't mind. Thank you Inko,” he said to her.

She gave a small smile and left the room to Katsuki. The blonde sighed, looking around at the area. Trinkets from things from the surface sprinkled on his shelves along with shells among other things. Oddly enough it really did seem a lot like Izuku to have these.

He gave a small smile, looking over everything before settling down, wincing when he felt something hard in the bed.

He pulled it up, noting it was a music box looking item from the surface. Turning the key he was surprised to find it still working, letting out a gentle melody It was sad, yet sweet.

He smiled softly, resting it on the shelf near him.

“Soon Izuku,” Katsuki said to hm. “I'll see you soon.”

The porr merman probably thought he was gone. He didn't know he was alive. All he could hope for that Izuku would stay strong.

But that's when he realized that he had openly admitted his deepest secret. He did love Izuku. Very much.

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heareriissmau · 4 months ago

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title: from this perspective pairing: uraraka ochako x bakugo katsuki word count: 1,287 genre: fluff, comedy, angst but won’t make you cry, self-discovery synopsis: in which izuku watches his best friends catch feelings for each other.

part 1: the spring

Izuku has always embraced change. He’s encountered so many drastic changes in his life even before high school started. He has met people from regular civilians to criminals in less than a year. Nothing would phase him at this point. Not unless it’s seeing his own bull-headed childhood friend unknowingly fold for a girl.

Said girl being his other best friend.

Let’s track back to when he began to notice. It may have been on Valentine’s Day when Ochako gave out obligatory chocolate to her friends. Obligatory chocolate isn’t a big deal. It is obligatory chocolate after all, and it's the first time they’ve properly celebrated Valentine's Day because the class had their minds full of the raid for the League of Villains.

It shouldn't be a big deal that Ochako handed these chocolates in a little pouch tied in a pink ribbon bow, their names written on a tag with her adorable handwriting. It’s not a big deal.

But why was Kacchan still holding it up and staring at it for a good, solid five minutes before stuffing it in his bag?

Not to be a creepy stalker like he can be at times (Izuku didn’t know that), but the blond sat in front of him; it wasn’t hard to notice. Izuku first thought nothing of it. Having know the other for the longest time, it surely must be the first time Katsuki received chocolate from a girl on arguably the most romantic day of the year.

The feeling must be alien to Katsuki, but alas, it shouldn’t be a big deal. Izuku has known Ochako and Katsuki to be quite close. How’d that happen? Izuku has no idea. It did happen naturally, though. Ochako occasionally sends teasing jabs at Katsuki. Same way Eijiro, Denki and Hanta would to him. What’s different is Katsuki doesn’t give her death threats like he does his other friends. He’d call her names, jab back and that’s about it. It’s fascinating how he doesn’t tell her to drop dead even if it’s just lip service.

Now that Izuku thought about it, why has he only recognized this now?

From that point forward, Izuku finds himself observing their interactions, studying how discretely different his childhood friend treats this one particular girl.

The thing is, Katsuki most probably doesn’t realize this himself.

Maybe hasn’t even fallen yet.

But he sure is about to be.

“Deku-kun!" Ochako approached him after class, tapping her finger at the corner of his desk. She already had her backpack hooked over her shoulders. "Let’s go?”

They had somewhere to go after school. The two of them alone. Nothing serious; Ochako needed to drop by the bookstore but none of her other friends were available, aside from Izuku. She needed somebody to make sure she didn’t get lost.

Like old Class A fashion, Denki and Minoru overheard their conversation and automatically jeered at the two. Mina then overheard the jeers and teased them for going on a date. Izuku and Ochako only laughed with them and didn't take it seriously, even if Ochako confessed to Izuku way back. She now took the teases light-heartedly. The confession became something both of them could look back on and laugh at nostalgically with Ochako’s full permission.

Izuku glanced at the seat before him to see it’s been unoccupied. He already left? Classes only ended two minutes ago.

He couldn't have been bothered by the teases, right? Izuku hoped so. The last thing the latter wanted was another reason to be mad at each other again.

He shrugged and walked with Ochako out of the room. As they walked out, they fell into casual conversations. Ochako's giggles resonated within the hallway so much that Izuku had to sometimes shush her.

It’s pouring hard outside, as mentioned by Izuku as they take slower strides closer to the entrance. Ochako held out a finger, pointing at a familiar figure standing by the open doors.

“Kacchan!"

Katsuki abruptly turned as if triggered by the voice associated with the very specific nickname, until the expression on his face changed the moment his eyes landed on the person standing next to Izuku.

Izuku definitely saw that.

He also caught a twitch or two in Katsuki’s eye before turning back in front of him. Like watching the rain pour down was the most interesting thing in the world. “You don't have an umbrella, Bakugo-kun?" Ochako initiated, leaning down by Katsuki's side to see his face. The blond only grunted in response.

“That won’t do!" The girl chirped, diving her hand deep in her backpack to reach for her umbrella, which she gave to Katsuki. Izuku watched as the other boy frowned, looking hard at the offer. “You can give it back later," he hears Ochako gently tell Katsuki before she grabs his hand to take the umbrella.

“Deku-kun’s umbrella is big enough to fit the both of us. We can use that!"

As much as that statement was indeed true, Izuku reflexively flinched at the sight of a vein bulging from Katsuki’s forehead. Bad sign. Another reflex he did was pull Ochako by her shoulder when the feral boy decided to slam the umbrella on the ground.

“Hey! That’s my umbrella!” Ochako was rightfully mad.

“I don’t need it, goddamnit!” Katsuki was perpetually mad.

“You have to pay for that if it’s broken.” Izuku was tired.

“Then I’ll pay! I’m not fucking poor!”

“Excuse me?!”

The tension between the green-haired’s two friends was palpable. He was so used to this that knowing the underlying feelings going on made the whole thing even more amusing. Izuku wondered for a split second if Eijiro knew anything, but his trance was nudged back to reality after he saw Ochako bend down to pick her umbrella up to place it again inside Katsuki’s hand.

She took her time to wrap his fingers around the umbrella, and that’s so much skinship that girls like Ochako are only used to. Being her friend and all, it took a long while before Izuku got used to Ochako’s natural skinship, particularly after she confessed to him. He doesn’t freeze up from being touched anymore. Also, he felt bad having her apologize to him every time she little as touched a finger pad over his arm.

So, Izuku stared at the tint of red forming at the tips of Katsuki’s ears.

Before he could meet eyes with him, Izuku turned beyond the open doors to see the rain had lightened up, but it was still drizzling. He took this as his cue to open his own umbrella.

“Wouldn’t want you to get sick, Bakugo-kun.” He hears Ochako, who gently persuades Katsuki to use her umbrella for the second time. “If you get sick, I’ll nurse you to health. Do you want that?!”

Izuku could not make up for how much struggle Katsuki had to grumble out a simple, “Fuck no.”

And he didn’t have to have Ochako face him to see the bright smile she gave Katsuki. “Good!” The way Katsuki stared at her was enough.

The two set off and bid ‘see you later’s. They never got a response. Ochako was happy either way. Walking under the same umbrella, with the brunette holding his arm to pull herself closer, Izuku looked back to where they left him. He hasn’t moved an inch. The hand holding the pastel pink umbrella still hovering before him, while his eyes bore at their backs as they stepped further and further away.

Izuku wouldn’t be one to assume another person’s feelings, but he was observant to understand body language and expressions and what they meant to say.

Izuku is confident about the fact that Katsuki has fallen in love with Ochako.

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silverynight · 1 year ago

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Underworld

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Part IX

Izuku tries to calm himself down, he doesn't want to make a terrible first impression in front of the King of the gods. Although, it does help that Aizawa keeps holding his hand even after they appear in the top of the mountain: the palace.

"You're a good kid," Aizawa tells him, in a clear attempt to cheer him up, that is definitely working. "Even though you get in trouble quite a lot."

The god narrows his eyes as he says it, but it's clear he's not actually mad at him. And Izuku can't help but chuckle.

Finally the god lets go of his hand as they walk in the lobby; it's an elegant place with very few things.

Feels a little bit cold or maybe it's just that Izuku still feels sad about what happened.

"Midoriya!" All Might approaches them like he's in a rush, like he's been worried this whole time...

Izuku gets nervous, wondering if he'll get scolded. All Might knows his name, which means the problem escalated quickly...

"Where did you find him, Shota?"

Aizawa crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head before looking back at Izuku.

Will Bakugo get in trouble if he tells the truth?

"It doesn't matter," Izuku finds himself saying. "I just... want to go home."

All Might is still staring at him, making him feel even more nervous than before. Is he disappointed? Maybe Izuku shouldn't care about what he thinks of him, but the truth is that All Might has always been some sort of hero to him.

"They won't get in trouble... unless they hurt you. Did they?"

"No, he didn't!" Izuku assures him immediately, almost fiercely. All Might smiles softly at him and Izuku suddenly has the feeling that he can trust him; he knows he won't be harsh on Bakugo for what he did. "It was Kacchan... I mean the King of the dead. But he was really kind to me the whole time."

And perhaps that's why the truth hurt a lot. Izuku still can't understand why Bakugo did something like that; he mentioned something about Todoroki, but nothing made sense.

For a moment, All Might is confused and it makes Izuku feel a little bit flustered for some reason, he looks down at the ground.

"Why would he do something like that? I thought he didn't like to get involved with the mortal world... Or anyone outside his realm for that matter..."

"We were friends," Izuku tries to explain and it pains him a little when he realizes he's talking about their friendship in the past tense. "I think he just felt lonely. He needs someone to be there for him."

All Might still looks confused, it's like something in Izuku's story doesn't make any sense. But that's the whole truth, there's nothing else to it.

And yet Izuku feels like something's missing as well... Something he doesn't know.

"It's love," Aizawa cuts in, drawing All Might's attention to him.

"I see..."

But Izuku doesn't. Those two gods are looking at each other like they have everything figured out and Izuku is still confused. Of course, there's love... Bakugo clearly loves him as a friend otherwise he wouldn't have wanted to keep him in the castle but Izuku doesn't see why that's relevant.

"It's that complicated, huh? And then there's young Todoroki."

"Is Shoto alright?" Izuku looks at All Might with worry, wondering how he's doing. There's also Uraraka and his mother... He needs to see them–

"He's been looking for you," All Might says, patting Izuku's head gently. "And your mother is worried about you so I guess it's time for you to go back."

"Thank you!" He smiles, hugging All Might before he can stop himself. Fortunately, the god chuckles before he hugs him back.

Izuku turns around with a hopeful grin on his face, watching as Aizawa shakes his head.

"No, I'm not good at–"

Izuku pulls him into a tight embrace anyway and even though Aizawa insists he doesn't do that kind of things, he doesn't push the boy away.

"Please don't tell anyone about Bakugo..."

Aizawa and All Might look at each other for a moment, there's a little bit of hesitation in their eyes that vanishes before All Might sighs and nods.

"We'll keep the secret."

"Thank you!" Izuku grins, wondering what he's going to tell his mother and his friends.

***

Izuku is definitely not prepared for the way his mother pulls him into her arms and starts sobbing against his chest. She keeps crying and saying his name a couple of times until she looks up at him and offers him something to eat with the sweetest smile.

It makes Izuku cry too, which is a bad thing because his mother starts sobbing again.

It takes them both a while, but they finally start eating something together; Inko hasn't asked him about what happened, but Izuku knows she will eventually.

The taste of food makes him remember that he still has an entire pomegranate from the underworld hidden in his dress and he makes a mental note to leave it in his room.

"Were you trapped? Did someone hurt you?"

"No one hurt me," he tells her and watches as the relief lights up her eyes a little bit. "But I couldn't come back. Aizawa and All Might helped me though. They took care of everything."

Inko has always been a very intuitive woman and she can tell Izuku doesn't want to talk about what happened anymore, so she doesn't insist; she knows he'll tell her eventually.

He sees his friends the next day in the field; Aizawa payed them a visit to them both to inform them Izuku was fine, but told them to leave him to his mother for a while.

Izuku is trying to get everything back to normal; the unexpected snow affected most of the flowers, but he knows he can make them grow back up in no time.

Although his mind is not entirely focused on the task because he's still thinking about Bakugo and even though he's missing him, he's still a little bit upset because he lied to him.

Then Uraraka jumps into his arms and just like his mother, she starts sobbing. Izuku runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her cheek, prompting her to pull away slowly to finally grin at him.

"I was so worried about you! We both were!"

Over her shoulder, Izuku finally notices Todoroki, he's staring at him intensely and even though he doesn't say anything at the moment, Izuku knows the god with mismatched eyes missed him too.

"Hi, Shoto," Izuku smiles before hugging him. Although Todoroki's embrace is tight and it lasts longer than Uraraka's because it seems the other boy doesn't want to let go of him.

"Izuku," the word comes out almost broken and Izuku decides that he definitely deserves a kiss on the cheek too, however, Todoroki blushes to the tip of his ears afterwards.

The three of them sit under Izuku's favorite tree; the field has begun to look like it used to, but it needs a lot of work still.

"Tell me who did this to you."

Uraraka elbows Todoroki when she notices the tension on his shoulders; a couple of flames appear on his left fist out of the sudden.

"It doesn't matter," Izuku mumbles, prompting Uraraka to quirk up a brow at him.

"It does."

"All Might is taking care of it," he assures them, trying to dismiss it with a gesture of his hand, but he knows his friends won't let it go that easily. "Besides, no one hurt me."

"Where were you?"

"Why do you want to know?" Izuku asks back, startling Todoroki for a moment.

He blushes and looks away from him.

"I just want to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"It won't," Izuku assures him and he's being completely sincere because he knows Bakugo wouldn't do that again. He looked like he was so ashamed of himself last time Izuku saw him.

He thinks his answer is enough and it is, at least for Uraraka, who simply nods at him. However, Todoroki narrows his eyes at him; he's not happy.

"Why are you trying to protect them after what they did?"

"I'm not..." Izuku bites his bottom lip nervously, knowing his face is turning pink. "He made a mistake, but he was sorry."

He shouldn't have said that, he accidentally gave Todoroki a little bit of information...

"Sometimes being sorry is not enough!"

Izuku sighs, but doesn't worry even though Todoroki is still tense and upset; he understands, the problems he has had because of his father have made him that way.

It's obvious that his friend was genuinely concerned about his safety and Izuku is grateful to have someone like him in his life.

He takes a few steps closer and cradles Todoroki's face in his hands, prompting the young god to soften immediately. The frown upon his face disappears completely.

"I'm here now, Shoto," he whispers with a smile on his face. "Isn't that what is truly important?"

"It is," Todoroki nods, staring at him fondly. "I missed you."

"I know," Izuku says. He tries to give him another hug, but Todoroki leans to kiss his forehead and cheeks, making him giggle.

Even though the god assures him he's fine now, Izuku can tell he won't let it go just like that; Uraraka seems to be thinking the same because when she looks from Todoroki to Izuku, her eyes are shadowed with concern.

Izuku hopes he doesn't do anything reckless.

***

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scorned-by-thornz · 1 year ago

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Fanfic Idea:

Title: Into The Past

A way to go back. If there was a way would you do it? Would you take the chance? If it were possible to do so would you rearrange the timeline to benefit those who needed it most?

From close friends to mortal enemies the potential for change is limitless and infinite. Especially for the one who wishes to turn back time.

In this case it's Izuku Midoriya who has just arrived on the scene after being intentionally delayed by Toga and her cohorts. He's arrived to see everyone he loves fall at the hands of Tomura Shigeraki who at the moment is still in the clutches of being All For One's unmerry puppet.

A skinsuit within a skinsuit. Izuku shuddered.

His gazed fall over everyone's lifeless body until he gets to one person he never expected to see down or at this moment dead as a doornail.

"Kacchan." He whispers, feeling the cold, limp body with no pulse, no heartbeat. Nothing. His eyes start leaking terribly as he still holds Katsuki's limp hand in his own.

The darkened angry sky burst brightly with harsh flashing streams of zig zagging electric energy. The barrage rumbling afterwards signified a storm was fast approaching as well as the violent wind which snaked through hair and used it against the greenette as it smacked him back in the face furiously while little droplets of rain began misting over the horizon. He gazed upwards towards the one who brought the demise. There was a melancholy aura surrounding him as All For One gloated about his accomplishments.

Izuku beheld the powers of many, but so what if it was too little too late to stop the madness in front of him. So many others like his childhood friend had succumbed to death. Everyone who literally had an edge to stop him was gone.

"Such pointless death." All For One was saying.

Izuku wasn't listening anymore. He was gazing at the rare All Might card that was laying besides it's owner.

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lucianinsanity · 3 years ago

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Okay (again, super late, but who cares?), Izuku doing the trend of calling your boyfriend/husband by their name

Katsuki just freezes on the spot and looks at him in shock

Then he very slowly approaches and basically whispers to him "are you mad at me for something?" With the most worried expression ever

Izuku tries to keep the facade and says "no, there's something wrong, Katsuki?"

Katsuki freezes again, this time fear fill his eyes and he goes even closer, presses his forehead against Izuku's and asks again, Izuku, again, denies being angry

Then Katsuki looks around in confusion, he looks down, he looks at Izuku, he looks around again, he is just so lost with all of this

He goes back to being forehead to forehead, his eyes searching something in Izuku's eyes, something to get a grip, his hands grabbing his arms and looking at him like he is drowning

Izuku is feeling kinda bad for him at this point, he wants to break character and hug him and call him 'Kacchan' for the rest of the day, even like this, he doesn't stop, he wants to see what happens

Katsuki stops the staring, letting his head fall into Izuku's shoulder, moving a little to have his nose in his neck, and then he breathes deeply and goes back to pressing his forehead against his shoulder, his whole body language reads defeat

Izuku holds his elbows, as they are the best thing he can hold while Katsuki holds his arms with strength, he wants to pat his back and then hug him, he doesn't know if he can keep it up much longer

"Don't break up with me" Katsuki whispers after some time calming down, his voice sounds small and regretful, he is giving up and it pains him

Izuku can't hold himself anymore and breaks apart form him, Katsuki looks up at him, tears forming in his eyes, he moves his mouth but no sound comes out, Izuku can understand it anyways

"Please..."

Izuku goes back close to him and trap him in his arms, slowly moving his arms to be more comfortable, his own eyes full of tears, squishing the shaking body of Katsuki against himself

"No...I'm not breaking up with you...I was just messing with you" he says between sobs

Katsuki hugs him back and stays there, unmoving, Izuku feels his shoulder wet

The video is never posted, but after that Izuku never calls him Katsuki again

"This is my husband, 'Kacchan' Bakugou" he says

Nobody ever corrects him as Katsuki seems too happy when Izuku call him for his nickname

#bnha #I don't know okay #watching dumb videos and tgis came to my mind #bkdk #bakudeku #dekubaku #dkbk #decchan #dkbk fic #bye an sanity #midoriya x bakugou #bakugou x midoriya #katsuki x izuku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #this

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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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waves that hurt | k.bakugou + i.midoriya.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader x izuku midoriya.

♡ word count: 3.04K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, hurt, angst and comfort.

♡ summary: dark days mean dark waves that crash across your mind, intrusive and mean the waves pull you under— but they are the helping hands that pull you up and let you breathe.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy tw for depression, intrusive thoughts and self depreciation, self doubt and low self-worth. this fic is written mostly from personal experiences and may not be accurate to how everyone feels! mentions of therapy.

♡ author’s note(s): this is my contribution to @doinmybesthere ‘s mental health awareness collab, this is kinda personal to me and something i experienced recently!! i hope it can provide some comfort to anyone out there, please don’t forget to check out everyone else’s works and i hope you’re all safe ‘n well <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“kacchan, it’s much worse this time, i really think you should come home early tonight.”

deku whispers into the phone, his marred hands rub slow and soothing circles into your back from over the duvet— you can feel his warmth, light and airy through it but he feels and sounds much further away. a million miles across a dark ocean that trickles through your thoughts, intrusive and mean, keeping you under and away from clear air.

you wouldn’t want to pull him into this, bother him with the way you drown in dark thoughts— so you pull away from your boyfriend and tuck yourself away into the sheets.

izuku doesn’t retract his hand even as you pull away, listening to katsuki grunt orders down the phone— make sure yn’s eaten, make sure yn’s had water. basic things you should be able to do on your own but can’t, paralysed by the anxiety and depression that clamps down on you like a vice and refuses to let you up so you can just breathe. you want to breathe and not feel like the world is crashing down on you, to have a second to yourself where everything seems like it’s okay.

brushing fingers over the nape of your neck, toying with the coils of your baby hairs, your boyfriend speaks, only gently. “baby,” says quietly, his weight causing the bed to dip. “katsuki will be home soon, do you want to come with me to let him in?” you shrug, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. you see the black tendrils and waves in the back of your mind, bringing forth a new batch of ugly words that force you down. are you really that much of a burden these days that katsuki has to call it quits on work for you? “how are you feeling?”

you don’t know, you don’t know how to tell him that every thought you have hurts and there’s a pain in your chest with every breath you take. “i don’t know, it’s just...bad izu…” you want to explain how you feel deep inside, but the words are trapped like balls of tar in your throat— fear that if you say something he’ll walk away.

“you don’t have to say anything, don’t force yourself to…” he speaks with a soft voice, cotton to your ears in an attempt to soothe you. you can just about feel the clean air flowing through your lungs at the sound— it tells you he loves you, no matter what and you almost believe it before sinking back under. “let’s get you some water okay? wouldn’t want kacchan scolding us would we?”

the joke hangs in the murky and heavy air for a few seconds before you muster a small smile— your green haired boyfriend lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pressed a kiss into your hairline, the affection simmers under your skin and briefly brings light to your dark mind as izuku starts leading you to the kitchen.

you’re curled up in izuku’s lap when the front door pops open with a click— signifying your other boyfriend had arrived home. you flinch, hiding yourself in the blankets keeping you warm and locking away the dark thoughts from the eyes of your lovers.

part of you hated them seeing you this way, that’s why you forced yourself to keep everything away from them— but they knew, they always did and always came to your rescue. you didn’t want them to feel like they had to look after you when the days were bad and draining and your mind took hold of everything that you felt. you didn’t need the weight of your own problems on the shoulders of two pro heroes who had enough to deal with.

in the end, you would destroy them like you did with yourself.

you can hear katsuki shedding his gear by the door, feeling his intense and heated presence flood the room and barely penetrate the barrier you created for yourself even while you lay in izuku’s arms. for as long as you’d known the two— even from back in your U.A days, bakugou had hated self-pity, of course in recent years he’d cooled down a little and spoke less on the actions of others but even still, you weren’t sure if you could handle him looking down on you for looking down on yourself and for feeling this way.

the blanket is suddenly lifted from your head, momentarily blinding you with the overwhelming light that is your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou. a twinkle of concern lines his ruby eyes and you can see traces of his charcoal eyeliner that he usually smudges underneath his mask— he’s so beautiful but you’re afraid of the twitches of worry, afraid that he’s mad at you for being the way you are.

“hey honey,” bakugou hums, crouching to your level to cup your cheeks, stress bleeding from his body when you nuzzle into him.

izuku gives you a squeeze, an encouraging one and you nod. “hi,” is all you can muster, afraid of blurting the intrusive words that crackle across your brain.

katsuki sits back on his haunches, looking between you and his boyfriend before he attempts to kick off his shoes. the room is full of a thick, ugly quietness that you know you’re responsible for— they don’t have to say anything, you know that it’s you. because when you’re like this it’s hard for bakugou and midoriya to talk, afraid that they’ll say something to set you off and you afraid that they’ll leave if they knew how you really felt. how trapped and alone you felt inside, how the twisted darkness added tones to your vibes and dragged you down with every step that you took.

they don’t need to say it because it flows from your body like a rushing river and drowns them, fills their lungs and it’s your fault for infecting them with your own bitter taste of life.

“have you eaten?” the blonde of the two boys asks, looking you dead in the eye. you want to answer, but again the viscous back from earlier starts to flood through your body. you try to take care of yourself of these days where you feel it the hardest, but it’s difficult to move and to breathe— and the drive to complete even the simplest of tasks is barely ever there.

you move to speak, caught up in the thick smog of your own brain when izuku gives your body a squeeze and shakes his head, the forest of his hair brushing against your cheek. “you’ve had water, right?” izuku has no problem answering for you. “but nothing to eat,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if to hide his worry from you— it’s light in his tone but tremors throughout the number one’s body. you feel sick for making him feel that way.

katsuki’s gaze shifts back from his boyfriend to you, his expression unreadable because he knows how you get if they worry too much about you. you’re thankful, partly for that at least, his blank face prevents your mind from reading too deep into things and blaming yourself for things out of your own control.

“‘m makin’ your favourite for dinner. you’ll eat it, no questions asked.” the explosive pro hero states firmly, rising from his place crouched down by your side, obviously not before thumbing over your cheeks to wipe away evidence of your dried tears. “gonna run you a bath too, damn nerd better get you upstairs and ready by the time it’s done.” deku’s chest rumbles with a light hearted chuckle beneath you, lifting the heavy weight of the air within the room— bakugou had always loved brashly, with a fiery intensity that hardly left room for the answer ‘no’, and while izuku was more tame, they balanced one another out in a way that felt more like a warm hug than a battle. they grounded you, in the best of ways.

true to his disgruntled words, your blonde headed boyfriend runs you a hot bath. you don’t miss the addition of lavender oil to the perfectly warm water, the baking soda which you’re sure he only knew to add because his mother had said it would remove the demon spawn toxins in his body. izuku is the one to help you strip, holds your hands as you kick off gross comfort clothes and folds them away, after pressing kisses to your groggy face and chin.

it’s almost funny to see the two biggest and beefiest pro heroes sit on your bathroom floor crossed legged and beside the tub— both of them taking up the majority of the room. you know for a fact that no one would believe the sight unless they saw it, but they’re there. both of them, izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki are with you encompassed in the silence while you wash away the ugly words that plague your mind and fill the pores of your skin.

they’re still there.

even as sweet lavender water moves in soft waves over your bare body, while black ink moves in the same way across your brain— tattooing self-depreciating thoughts into every inch. you’re not worth their time, they say, you’re wasting it. because how could their precious time be put to good use if you’re taking it up, they could be saving people but instead your boyfriends are here, drowning in your own darkness.

they’re still fucking here.

when they could be out there saving the people who needed it, who were suffering out there in the world outside of your home.

and the suds against your body, the warm water sloshing over your thighs isn’t enough to get rid of the burning sensation of vile phrases printing themselves against your body and clouding every thought that you think. toxic, mean and nasty things you can’t scrub away— none of it is enough to make you feel like you deserve bakugou tenderly lathering you up with the rose scented soap his mother had sent you for christmas or the sips of cool water midoriya brings to your lips in order to prevent you from overheating in the steam of the bathroom.

deku catches the painful twist in your face, pausing his movements to study you. “whaddya need?” you need it to stop, to find something to replace the pain and doubts that fill you.

“water, hotter,” you croak quietly, tears building up in the base of your throat as katsuki catches on and flicks the tap for a stream of hot water to fill the tub. “please,”

they tell you to let them know when to stop if the heat gets too much, but the scalding water burns away any reminders of the self loathing you feel across every inch of your mind, your body and your soul. it stings at the darkness in a way that’s painfully soothing and maybe if you sink under— it could stop hurting completely. if you could slide deeper into the water, would the waves of darkness not crash so hard?

and then the damn breaks, like a tsunami the guilt and anguish you feel crashes over your body and takes control, leaving you fighting for oxygen in the form of your happiness.

everything that you’d been holding back flows freely in salty tears from tired eyes, scorching a path down the apples of your cheeks and mingling with the contents of the tub below. your boys, they don’t notice at first, how you cry and curl in on yourself until you think the world won’t notice you anymore but then just as they always do, they’re pulling you into their warmth and bubble of light— freeing you from black intrusive tendrils even if it means they have to crawl into the tub and wade their through the ocean you’ve made to set yourselves apart.

“don’t—!” you heave with an uneven voice, signs of you falling apart evident in every way. bakugou and deku pull away from you slowly, with dripping shirts and worry written across freckled faces and red eyes. they’re scared for you, hate seeing you force your feelings down and away from them. “please don’t touch me—you’ll—“

the water in the bathtub sloshes from where you retract from their touch, backing yourself up against the wall and away from your boys. “we’ll what?” izuku presses but only gently, keeping you afloat, stopping you from sinking and bakugou stays put in his place, letting the latter talk you down.

you shake your head, trying to think of the right words but it’s hard to, with the crashing waves heavy against your ears. how do you tell your lovers that everything hurts, to think and to feel, to live day by day. you don’t want to bother them with and an extra stress to their busy lives. but you can’t keep it in any longer, bursting at the seams. “you’ll drown. i-if i touch you, i’ll pull you under, you’ll drown with me and you won’t be able to breathe and all those horrible things that i think about will burn in your lungs until you give up fighting like me,” your tears and hiccups interrupt your words, but they listen. bakugou and deku, they listen and they stay.

“yn—“

“because if you do, then all that i feel will be a burden to you— i’ll break in ways that can’t be fixed and you’ll be forced to pick up the pieces and i’ll just be a burden,” you continue, not even pausing to take a breath while you continue to cry. “if you stay to pick up the pieces, you’ll be taken away from people who need you, who are worth saving, and can be helped and—“

you can’t recount how many nights, similar to this in which you wondered why and how two pro heroes could want and love you, why they dealt with your down days that sometimes outnumbered the ups— even if they’d shown you how much they cared, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as if your sadness took up their time to save someone else.

“you can be helped, yn. you don’t have to go what you’re going through alone, you’re worth the time and the effort of helping, no one deserves to suffer,” the green haired of your two boyfriends cuts through the tail ends of your words, still keeping distance until he knows it’s safe to touch you again. there is no look of condescending pity on his face, no sign to show you’ve pulled him into the dark of your mind. it’s just izuku, trying to help you pull through.

you look to katsuki hesitantly, he hasn’t said a word. “but i don’t want to be seen as...as weak, or to worry you because i can’t get out of my own head—“

“y’not fuckin’ weak, we’d never think that of you. we see you try to hide your pain, pretend things don’t get to you when they do. but fuckin’ handlin’ things on ya own can make y’stronger than any two heroes combined,” a look of anger flashes across his features, finer with age and tired with work. but bakugou isn’t angry with you, but with himself for leading you to believe that you were an extra weight on his shoulders. both of their shoulders. “yer not gonna get rid of us or scare us away, we love ya, we’re here for ya ‘n if it’s help that you need or think yer not worthy of, we’ll find some. it’s okay t’ask for help.”

maybe it’s hearing it from someone else, that your pain and your depression is valid, that you’re not an extra weight on the people you love that allows you to come up from a tar-like ocean for fresh air in your lungs, for the waves to calm and the storm raging in your mind to soothe. maybe it’s the two of your boyfriends being there for you despite the fear that you’d scare them away with not being okay that washes away some of the awful things you think.

you know that their support won’t make things go away over night, that it will take time for you to heal but for now you can keep your head above the water just long enough to breathe.

“can i touch you now? is it okay?” deku asks, feeling less distant from you than at the start of the day, but as your body shakes with the last of your tears all you manage is a nod before the number one hero is pulling you into his chest from the tub and the number two is wrapping a towel and his arms around you.

you sit sandwiched between the two, they keep you at the surface— holding you tight while you let out what you’ve been holding back. “we can get some help if y’want it, the doctors...therapy might be nerve wrackin’...scary even, but it can help and we’ll be there every single step of the fuckin’ way,” katsuki reasures you with pets to your head, rocking you back and forth on your bathroom floor, steam clinging to the air that you can finally breathe.

izuku nods along in agreement, pressing kisses to your wet hairline. “we’ll be here. you won’t be alone.”

the murkiness of the water in your mind starts to clear, but only just— their warmth starts to push through the clouds like sunshine brushing against your skin. a light to the dark that's plagued your every waking moment, the waves no longer crash and destroy but instead lap comfortingly at your painful thoughts and tame them just enough for you to have a moment of clarity.

you don’t have to be alone or millions of miles away, you deserve the hands of your loved ones that offer you help instead of pushing them away. the process of healing and things like therapy or meds will be hard sometimes, but katsuki and izuku will be here by your side, to help you manage days where darkness rolls in waves that hurt and help you breathe once again.

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crikeygatormate · 3 years ago

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I Will Always Return (Pt. 4)

Summary: You were the daughter of the mayor of Wrywood back when the wild west was more than just a movie genre. Your father was a sly politician who managed to find himself stuck between a rock and a hard place with a large crime group that resided in the city and the west’s most notorious group of outlaws. Somehow you find yourself stuck in the middle.

Warnings: Angst, Self-loathing, Men r stupid, like so stupid lmao, gun violence, typos cause I can't spell

I'm sorry in advance I just really like angst lol also I pray this makes sense I sometimes write and have no idea where I'm going with things :,)

Part 5!

Part Four

Your days spent with Izuku were nothing short of boring. He was sweet and attentive to you, but now that you were a wanted criminal you had to stay at his house, and according to him that meant you couldn’t go outside.

The first two days were okay, you had baked. Which was something you haven’t done in a long time. Izuku practically showered you with praise when he tried your cookies and little cakes. He told you it was a treat to come home to something so sweet.

On the third day you cleaned, truly a terrible chore, but your boredom was severe enough that you enjoyed cleaning. It was actually fun.

On the fourth day, you didn’t leave your room. As you reflected on your time at Izuku’s house you slowly came to realize that what you were living was the life your father had planned for you. To stay at home and be a wife. Granted you were nowhere near being Izuku’s wife, but it was more than humiliating to realize you were acting like one.

On the fifth day, Izuku came back with the post for the week. He was timid when he coaxed you out of your room with the promise of a new shirt that actually fit you.

You narrowed your eyes, holding up the long sleeve plaid shirt. It was definitely a women's shirt, but he seemed to thankfully pick up that you wanted riding clothes, so it was made of hardy cotton. You thumbed the pale blue fabric between your fingers wondering why Izuku had bought you, a stranger, such a nice shirt.

“So,” Izuku cleared his throat, “the news came in a few days ago. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I just, well, you better prepare yourself,” he said honestly as he unrolled the paper on the oak table.

Your hands immediately grabbed the paper upon seeing a sketch of your face on the front page. It was a warrant for your arrest, a warrant for murder. So Keigo had convinced enough people that you had killed Tokoyami that day. You placed your pointer finger on the paper reading the text below.

The way they described you made your temper flare to a searing scald. “That’s grand,” you spat, “they're calling me hysterical, ridiculous.”

“I know, it gets worse,” Izuku told you.

You frowned reading further down only to see that they had interviewed your father. He stated that you had always had a few screws loose’ and it wasn’t surprising to learn that you murdered a soldier who was trying to help you home. Apparently, you were too fragile-minded to make a coherent decision.

But the worst thing of all was that the sheriff's office in your town had put a reward on your capture, and it was three grand. Apparently, all someone had to do was return you to Keigo Takami so he could ID you, and then you’d be thrown into an asylum, presumably.

Your mouth dried and you looked up at Izuku. He was looking down at you with a concerned expression and the thought that you hated to even acknowledge became prominent in your mind. “You don’t think?” your voice died out before you cleared your throat, “you don’t think he’s gonna bring me back there to get his money right? He needed three grand.”

Izuku gulped as he folded his arms over his chest. “I’m really not sure. Kacchan is a good guy, really, but he’s got a drive in him to get revenge on Keigo. He’d do just about anything to put that guy six feet under.”

Any hope that you had left for Bakugou was completely shredded and burned to ash, and it made you mad. So mad that you crumpled the paper in your fist. “Izuku, I can’t let that happen.”

“I know, but my hands are tied,” he told you honestly, “you’re a wanted criminal and there’s no one besides me who would hide you from him or the military.”

“Then let me go,” you argued, standing to your feet. “I can’t go back, not like this.”

Izuku shifted his weight, “I can’t let you go, not before Kacchan comes back.”

You grit your teeth, feeling your adrenaline spike, “I don’t care, I’m goin’.”

You and Izuku stared at each other from across the table, tense. He was waiting for you to move, presumably to grab you and lock you up, but you weren’t stupid, and you weren’t weak. After the two and half weeks of hell you’ve gone through, you’ve proved to yourself that you were not as fragile as you thought.

“Don’t do this,” Izuku said seriously, watching you closely.

“I don’t have a choice,” you hissed as you let your eyes dart back towards your room.

Izuku was obviously tracking your gaze with his eyes, seeing where you were going to run and once he saw you look towards your room he lunged.

However, you had planned for that to happen. You easily jumped out of his way, tossing the chair you were sitting in back towards him. You then sprinted towards the front door and swung it open squinting as hot summer air hit your skin.

You ran towards the barn, not daring to look behind you as you headed towards the stall your horse was in. Footsteps thudded behind you and you knew Izuku was not too far behind. With quick pants, you flung open the stall door, grabbed your horse's bridle, and pulled it over his head. There was no time to actually put his bridle on so it sat around his neck, and you hope this horse could neck rein.

You grabbed a handful of your horse’s mane and swung up over his side forgoing the tack because you didn’t have time. You kicked his sides causing him to jolt before racing out of the open barn past Izuku who leaped out of the way so he wouldn’t get run over.

You looked behind you seeing Izuku scramble to grab his saddle and you grinned. He couldn’t ride bareback apparently. Now that you were getting away from him, you didn’t know where to go. Granted this probably wasn’t your smartest idea.

You couldn’t ride into town so you headed back away towards the woods. The sound of a horse squealing sounded behind you and you turned your head to see that Izuku had finally made his way out of the stable, barely. His horse was pissed and starting to buck, serves him right.

You huffed turning back around as you deepened your seat as your horse sped up. You were both panting as you tore across the sandy plain, dust billowing behind you. In a way, part of your dream was fulfilled just by this horse, which you were now officially claiming as yours. He was the only constant in your life.

As you grew further away from Izuku the pressure in your chest seemed to loosen, and you knew you were free again. At least for now.

That small glimmer of hope you had quickly diminished when you saw a familiar dark bay horse trot out from the treeline followed by a black horse and a palomino. So he had brought Kirishima and Kaminari with him.

He was planning on taking you down to Keigo. Of course he was. You knew that, Bakugou was a criminal that was all. He took what he wanted and gave only if there was an advantage. “Asshole,” you grumbled as you looked towards another large river that cut through the land. This one was wide, but it looked shallow enough to cross, and since your horse had no saddle you could easily swim across.

By the time you changed directions heading towards the river, Izuku had managed to meet up with Bakugou and the others, obviously telling them what had happened. Now all four of them were chasing you.

Izuku and Kaminari were slow riders. You knew Bakugou was fast, but you never expected a man as big as Kirishima to be riding fast. It didn’t matter though, you were going to outrun them before either one caught up to you.

However, a pop from a pistol had you almost freeze. Someone had shot at you and you quickly turned your head to see that Kaminari had his pistol out. Bakugou shouted something at him and Kaminari pulled back on his horse's reins, falling away from the group.

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked away from them once more. So that’s how it was gonna be then? You really were just an investment after all. Another step in Bakugou’s ladder that he used to get to the top, to get to Keigo. You slowed your horse down as he loped into the water. Just when you were about to step off the drop-off, Bakugou and the others had skidded to a halt at the bank, mud and pebbles sprayed the surface of the river.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bakugou shouted, kicking his horse's sides to get him into the water.

“Fuck off!” you shouted back, hating that your emotions were raging inside your head, making tears roll down your cheeks. “I’m not stupid! You think you can yank me around, play with my head?”

“The fuck are you talkin’ about!” Bakugou shouted again as his horse took a few timid steps into the water.

Kirishima’s horse reared, not wanting to get in the mud which made Izuku’s horse start to buck again. It was chaos to say the least. You watched as both men were thrown from their saddles, landing harshly on the river bank as their horses took off back towards Izuku’s stables.

You looked back at Bakugou, watching his horse paw at the water, “don’t act dumb, you’re gonna bring me to Keigo to get your damn money.” The shock that crossed Bakugou’s face was all you needed to see. You scoffed, “yeah, thought so.”

Bakugou looked back at Izuku who was starting to stand up, holding his lower back as his green eyes cut between the two of you. “Deku, you showed her the post?” Bakugou said, there was an edge to his voice.

“She would have found out anyway,” Izuku admitted.

You wiped your cheeks roughly, wincing when the fresh scar from the bullet that grazed your cheek split open due to your rough movements. There was no reason to wait for Bakugou to respond, not anymore. You weren’t going to wait for him.

“Wait,” Bakugou’s voice carried over the water. He was closer now, but it was clear he couldn’t get his horse to go any deeper. “Just hear me out.”

“Hear you out?” you spat, turning your horse around so you could look at him. His face was passive, so passive for someone who was supposed to be on your side. That was naive to even think he was on your side in the first place. “You must be joking?”

“‘M not, just hold on,” Bakugou sighed heavily as he ran his good hand through his hair. He must have lost his hat a while back.

“No, I’m not gonna sit here and listen to you,” you snapped, and turned your horse back around and urged him into the deeper part of the river. Once he stepped off the bank you dropped off his back, holding onto his red mane while he swam to the other side.

“Y/n!” Bakugou shouted, his voice was starting to grow hoarse from yelling so much.

You grit your teeth and ignored him. There was a new type of heaviness that weighed down on your chest the further you traveled from him, and before you knew it you were about to reach the other end of the river.

However, a golden horse was waiting for you on the other side. How you didn’t see him come out of the woods was beyond you, but the moment you saw Kaminari smirking down at you, everything fell apart.

“That was pretty smart, riding across the river bareback, but no one outsmarts Bakugou,” Kaminari said as he tossed a rope around your horse's head after yanking the bridle around his neck off. “Get back on, you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

You hesitated thinking of any way you could escape, but once again you had your freedom stripped away. Your shoulders slumped as you got back on your horse. Your clothes clung to your body as you let Kaminari lead you down the river and towards a bridge that you didn’t notice before.

It made you think that the universe must want to clip your wings. Every time you tried to fly away you were promptly brought back to the earth.

When you meet back up with Bakugou and the others you stayed silent. You refused to look at him, at any of them. All you could do was watch the muscles of your horse ripple as he walked behind Kaminari.

Bakugou rode next to you. He opened his mouth a few times to speak, but he was unable to find his voice. He hasn’t known you for long, but he now knows you well. Well enough to see that whatever flame of spirit you had inside of you was doused.

“Stop starin’ at me,” you said quietly, not evening sparing him a glance.

“Just let me explain,” Bakugou almost pleaded.

The three men in front of you two all turned their heads, eyes wide at the way Bakugou was speaking to you.

“No,” you answered as a shiver wracked over your form.

“Y/n, I’m bein’ serious,” he said, hoping you’d just listen.

“I’m being serious,” you snapped back and then turned your head to look at him. He looked tired like he hadn’t slept well the past couple of days. “I’m being serious,” you repeated, swallowing thickly as you looked him straight in the eyes, “when I’m saying to stop, I don’t want to listen to you. In fact, Bakugou, if there was the option to never see you again I would take it in a heartbeat.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows rose at your venomous words.

Before he got the chance to respond you were already ready to spit more venom at him, “I can’t believe that you are going to turn me in to Keigo. Especially after everything you’ve told me about yourself, what I’ve told you? You know what they're gonna do with me? Surely you do, how else would you know about the reward money, huh?

How can you live with yourself? Putting money over someone's life? Go ahead and shoot me now, I’d rather be dead than be stuck in some asylum,” you hissed, tears pricking your eyes again. You huffed, wiping the blood away from your cheek.

Bakugou was silent, and turned his gaze away from you and set his jaw. He remained quiet.

“Pathetic,” you said, your voice heavy with sorrow.

Kirishima cleared his throat, “Izuku, Denki, why don’t you two walk up ahead?”

Izuku nodded and helped lead Kaminari back towards his house.

You looked behind you briefly to see that Kirishima was talking with Bakugou, looking a little frustrated. It didn’t matter though, it wasn’t like you even cared anymore.

—--------------

It took a while to get back to Izuku’s house but once you did you found yourself shut back in the bedroom. At least you were dry, and as much as you hated to admit it, the shirt Izuku had picked out was nice.

You could hear them talking through the door. Kirishima sounded angry, his deep voice carried through the log walls. You heard Kaminari laugh a few times. They were obviously planning on what to do with you.

It did hurt, more than you’d admit, having Bakugou stab you in the back like that. You were so loyal to him, and for no reason at all. All it granted you were a few moments of gilded freedom. You shook your head, you were such an idiot for even letting him in.

And you did let him in, you had thick walls and it took no time at all for you to knock them down for him. For a caustic man who only thought of himself.

A soft knock on your door had you turning your head and you were mildly surprised to see Kirishima poke his head in.

“Do you mind if I come in?” he asked.

You shook your head, “I don’t mind.”

Kirishima nodded and slipped into your room and softly shut the door behind him before making his way to the chair by the bed. He sat down, letting out a groan when he tweaked his sore muscles wrong.

“If you’re in here to talk for Bakugou, I don’t want to hear it,” you said quickly as you folded your arms over your chest.

Kirishima shook his head, “nah, I’m not in here to be Katsuki’s voice. I just wanted to check in on you?”

You rolled your eyes, “look, you don’t have to play the nice guy, Kirishima.”

“‘M not,” he said honestly. “It’s been a tough few weeks for you, anyone would know that.”

“Right,” you said bitterly. “Just get on with what you want to say, I’m not really in the mood for a heart-to-heart.”

Kirishima stretched his legs out, crossing them at his ankles. “Well if you insist. I’m here to tell you the plan. If you’re interested, that is, which I’m sure you would be.”

You glanced at him through narrowed eyes, “I don’t care.”

Kirishima shrugged, brushing off your sour mood. He was used to being around someone prickly. “We’re leavin’ in about a week or so, just so Katsuki’s shoulder can heal some more. But we’ll be headin’ back to your town to drop you off with Keigo, and then get our money.”

That knife in your back seemed to dig a little bit deeper now that Kirishima had voiced just what you were worried about.

“But,” Kirishima added, “there's a lot more to it, and I get your reaction, I do. Katsuki is probably the most apathetic man I know, and he’s absolutely terrible when it comes to explaining anything without making someone upset. Also, Izuku should have never shown you the post, that made everything much more complicated than it ever should have been.

You're obviously gonna come back with us. I don’t know why you thought we’d leave ya behind. You’re only gonna be with Keigo for a few moments before Izuku takes you off to your next destination, which will be back here.

That three grand is what we need to buy Keigo’s past estate and finally get proof for all the crimes he committed.” Kirishima explained.

Your eyes widened, “what? Are you kidding?”

“See? Not so bad-”

“Yes, that's bad!” you interrupted, “why didn’t anyone tell me that first! You made me think my life as I knew it was over!”

Kirishima’s cheeks flushed, “I suppose it could have been handled better.”

“You suppose? Get the hell out,” you snapped and promptly stood up and opened the door.

Kirishima held his hands up as he quickly rose from his chair and slipped back out of your room. You heard Kaminari laugh at him before you shut the door.

Your head was starting to pound from the sheer range of emotions you had gone through all in one day. With an exasperated sigh you laid down on the feather bed and pressed your cheek against the pillow Izuku had given you. Before you knew it you had fallen asleep. You were quickly pulled into such a deep dreamless sleep that you didn’t even wake up when your door opened.

Bakugou had been knocking for a while, growing frustrated that you weren’t answering, but after what you had told him today, he wasn’t surprised. “I’m comin’ in,” he announced and slowly opened the door only to find you fast asleep. He frowned, keeping his gaze locked in on your form. He could see that your cheeks were wet again.

You were crying in your sleep.

And it made him feel like shit, which he knew he deserved.

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You were up early the next day before the sun had slipped over the horizon, the sky was a pale pink and that meant that it was going to storm later. Which was fine with you, it would match your current mood.

You were still mad, of course, you were. Who wouldn’t be pissed that they had kept you in the dark?

How on earth he thought it would be okay to leave you at Izuku’s, run off for almost a week, and come back presenting his plan to you and expect you to immediately agree. If Izuku had not shown you the paper, you weren’t sure how you would have reacted to having all that info dumped on you at once.

You frowned as you gripped the stall fork tighter in your hands as you thought about your bounty. Not to mention, the fact that your bounty was set at three grand meant one thing, your father was planning on taking you back, getting the money, and paying off Bakugou. It wasn’t a coincidence.

A bitter taste filled your mouth just thinking back on the bald bastard. He had the audacity to say those vile things about you in the post? Ridiculous.

You were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of heavy boots thumping against the ground and the last person you wanted to see walked through the barn doors.

He looked even more tired today, his red eyes were dull as he took a hearty sip from what you could assume was a cup of coffee. He was also dressed down, wearing a red shirt that was tucked into his jeans. His hair was wet too, just starting to dry as the morning began to warm.

You huffed and turned your back to him and continued to muck your horse’s stall, considering throwing a rake full of stall shavings and piss at him. As much as it would be funny, it was childish and so far, it seems Bakugou has only seen you act in such a manner when you were mad. Even if it was warranted.

You didn’t like being so emotional around him, but he brought out a side of you that you’ve never seen before. You didn’t know how to deal with it, and it was annoying. It made you feel out of control.

His footsteps came to a stop outside of your stall and you waited a moment before glancing at him over your shoulder through narrowed eyes.

He kept his face passive when he met your heated glare, but after a brief moment, he sighed. “Can we talk?” he asked, setting his mug down on a large barrel of grain by the stall door.

You turned around fully, leaning a bit on the rake as you pondered his question. Did he come here to apologize? Surely not, he’s never once said sorry for anything. “Depends,” you began, hating the way that the morning light was starting to cast him in a soft glow, “what are you wantin’ to talk about?”

Bakugou shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. “About the plan-”

“Not interested,” you interrupted and turned back around, gritting your teeth. You knew he was gonna bring that up. All that mattered was his plan and his way.

“Can you just listen?” Bakugou asked, irritation heavy in his voice.

“No,” you replied smoothly, “I don’t think I will.”

“Damn you,” Bakugou hissed, “you’re such fuckin’ trouble.”

So he was mad now. Fine. He can be mad, get all huffy and run off like he does. You noticed that about him, every time he got frustrated he’d leave. Lord knows why, but it was annoying as hell. A dry laugh bubbled past your lips as you tossed some more dirty shavings into the wheelbarrow next to you, “glad to finally know what you think of me.”

“No, that’s not-” Bakugou sighed heavily, “-just fuckin’ listen to me, please.”

Please?

That piqued your interest a little bit. He must really want to tell you something if he’s using basic manners. You turned, holding his gaze as you moved towards the grain bucket and picked up his mug. You held it out waiting for him to take it, and when he did you opened the lid and took the bucket by the door. Then you filled it about halfway before setting it on the ground.

Your horse lifted his head, nostrils flared at the scent of food and he immediately rushed to your side snorting as he dunked his face into the feed bucket.

“You have until he finishes eating to talk, you better hurry, you and I both know this horse eats fast,” you said leaning against the edge of the stall as you waited for him to start.

Bakugou’s eyes slightly widened as he glanced down at the bucket, seeing that it was already a fourth empty. “I was never gonna drop you off to Keigo, that was never an option. Never even crossed my mind, but once that wanted poster came out, it became the best option to use you as bait again.”

He glanced down at the bucket again, it was halfway gone now, “I know that sounds fucked, and I didn’t just ignore what you told me. I need to do this, it’s my only chance.”

“Only chance for what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“If I get that three grand, Kirishima and I will finally have proof to put Keigo in jail. That day I was tellin’ you about my family and couldn’t finish the story,” Bakugou began, swallowing harshly, “they didn’t die from a fever. Keigo killed them all. Played it off as illness.

I believed him all the way up till we were in the military together. Kirishima, Keigo, Deku, and I bunked together. Found his little journal with a fuckin’ box full of teeth. The fucker labeled them. I understood then that he killed our families and that he was sick in the head.

Kirishima and I left, obviously, we couldn't stand to be in the same place as him, talk with him, fuckin’ look at him. The only person who knew we were leavin’ was Deku. He promised to keep our secret and he has ever since. So that’s why I need the money, Kirishima and I figured he’s got some damning evidence in that house buried somewhere. Probably put it up for sale for the thrill of it. Fuckin bastard.”

The grain in the bucket was long gone and your horse had moved back to the haynet hanging from the wall. You stood there, stunned. So that’s why he turned to crime and became an outlaw. He was trying to save up enough money, and it’s taken him years to even get this close. You figured he was close once, when your father offered them the cash he needed, only to have it swiped out from underneath his nose. That must have been devastating.

And you knew that Keigo had done something horrible to Bakugou and Kirishima, but not something so terrible, so sinister. It horrified you to learn that he had kept souvenirs. “Bakugou, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want any fuckin’ pity,” he snapped, red eyes ablaze with fierce anger, but his expression softened when he saw you frown.

“I wish you would have told me that sooner,” you said, ignoring his harsh words. “I mean, I would never push you, but I would have had a better understanding on why you wanted to use me as bait.”

Bakugou sighed, nodding in agreement. He’s never been good with words or opening up. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

He’s sorry? You furrowed your brows, he apologized. “I’m still upset,” you told him truthfully, “and a little scared,” you added, not liking the idea that you’ll be with Keigo even if it was for a moment.

“I know,” Bakugou replied, rubbing his eyes. He was so fucking tired, its been days since he had a good night's sleep. He brought his hands down from his face and pushed them into his front pockets, “you’ll be fine though, Deku will be there the whole time.”

“And what about you? Where will you be?” you asked, curious. Now that you sort of made up with him, you weren’t so sour to admit that you wanted him close. It was comfortable being by him now.

“Close by,” Bakugou answered quickly, “we all will be.”

“And what if it goes wrong? What if Keigo knows that you’ll be the one dropping me off? How do you know he’s not just baiting you, getting you close to your goal before yanking the prize away?” you said. It was a valid question. Bakugou’s plan seemed impromptu, rushed, and definitely emotionally motivated which meant that something could go wrong.

And that meant you could be left behind. A part of you still didn’t trust that Bakugou had let you into his little tight-knit circle. You still felt like you were just an investment being pushed around and used whenever necessary. Which you hated.

“That won’t happen,” Bakugou said seriously.

“You don’t know that,” you replied, folding your arms over your chest as unease settled heavy in your gut.

“I do, quit arguing,” he said, his voice strained. To be honest, he didn’t know. He was scared too. He’s been careful over the years not to get caught, but he’d be heading right into the belly of the beast with this plan. But it was his only shot.

You huffed, irritated at him. “I’m not doin’ it,” you announced before turning back around. Sure you felt for him immensely, but there was no way you were going along with some dumbass poorly put-together plan that puts everyone in danger.

“Huh?” Bakugou hissed, immediately surging forward to grip the stall door, he looked pissed to hell, “the fuck do you mean you’re not doin’ it? After everything, I just told you?”

You shrugged, “hurts doesn’t it? Feeling like someone betrayed you.”

“I already apologized-”

“I’m allowed to still be upset,” you responded coolly, trying to rein in your temper, “and I don’t wanna be a part of your plan because it’s bad. There are too many loose ends that need to be tied up.” You turned around again as you went to grab the wheelbarrow, “I do want to help you, but not like this.”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me?” Bakugou growled, his voice almost rising to a shout. He watched you move past him heading out of the barn to dump your dirty shavings in the grass. He was hot on your heels though, practically breathing down your neck.

You tipped over the wheelbarrow rolling your eyes as you set it against the barn wall. “I’m not, honest,” you said as you moved to get a water bucket and head to the small pond near Izuku’s house.

You glanced behind you to see that Bakugou was still stomping after you, cursing you out rather loudly as he followed you to the pond. The sky was quickly turning to a dark grey and a cold gust of wind swept through the grasses around you.

“Well if you’re so smart, then why don’t you come up with a plan then?” Bakugou said harshly, his gaze burning holes in the back of your head.

You stopped in front of the pond, bending down to fill the bucket, “maybe I will.”

“Well then fuckin’ tell me what you’re thinkin’? I never have any idea what’s brewing in that head of yours, god you’re so annoying,” he snapped, letting his anger start to taint his words.

Your frowned, standing back up to your full height, “it’s been less than ten minutes since I found all of this out, can’t pull a new plan right out of my ass. And honestly, you’re annoying, Bakugou,” you started, pushing a finger harshly into his chest, “I have no idea what’s going on in your head either, maybe if you would actually try to communicate some more, this would have been a lot easier.”

Bakugou bared his teeth at you, engulfing your hand in his large one as he yanked your hand away from his chest. The wind was starting to pick up to a soft howl and some cold droplets of rain began to fall, wetting the dry earth at his boots. “You never leave me alone,” he hissed, not even sure what he meant by that.

“Pretty sure I’ve left you alone for the past five days,” you shot back, glancing up to his hand over yours. He was so tall that he was practically holding your arm up.

“Such a smart ass,” he said, narrowing his eyes as it started to rain. “No one besides you ever talks back to me, you know that?”

“Oh please,” you snorted, wiping your eyes as the rain began to fall harder, “don’t tell me that hurt your feelings?”

“Shut your mouth,” he sneered, his upper lip twitching at the satisfied grin that was growing across your face. He took an involuntary step towards you, invading your space as he bent down a little, his red eyes never leaving yours. “I’m so fuckin’ sick of your attitude, your face, your voice always in my fuckin’ head, makin’ me mess up.”

Your eyebrows rose as you blinked up at him. He was so close, closer than he’s ever been. You blinked some more water out of your eyes as you watched him drop his arm down, still keeping your hand tight in his. “Mess up?” you questioned, your voice had died down, but he was close enough to hear you above the wind and the rain.

“I don’t know,” he grumbled, clearly frustrated, “can’t think when I’m by you. I’m always messin’ up.”

Your heart skipped a beat and it seemed that the rain had put out your fiery attitude as he bent his head down more, making your foreheads touch. He was warm and even though it was raining you could smell the aftershave on his skin, it reminded you of the evergreen forest up in the mountains. “I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, completely unsure of what was about to happen.

Bakugou let out a breath, gaze sliding down from your eyes and to your lips that were slightly parted. He unfurled his hand from yours, and his gaze cut over to see that you had intertwined your fingers with his. It made his head feel like it was full of fluff, and he couldn’t gather any of his thoughts. “Then don't say anything,” he said softly.

Your eyes widened when he leaned in and to your utter shock, he pressed his lips against yours. It was strange, the emotion that filled your chest so quickly when you allowed yourself to shut your eyes and lean into the kiss. It felt like you had a little flame in your chest that was growing larger and larger, it never burned you, it just remained warm and steady.

Bakugou brought up his free hand cupping the side of your face as he ran his thumb across your cheek, a little upset to feel that your wound hasn't healed yet. But a soft whimper from you had him completely forget about your cut and turn his attention back to you.

He was so soft, so gentle for someone so aggressive and wiry. But as he continued to kiss you in the rain you were reminded of all the times he has been gentle with you, and at that moment you realized he’s always been gentle with you in his own way.

Your eyelids fluttered open when he pulled away from you, his lips were slightly swollen and his cheeks were tinged pink. You were awestruck and absolutely speechless and what had just happened, and so was he.

For a beat, you both stood there in the cool rain watching each other before he dropped his hand from your face.

You missed the warmth of his hand almost immediately. Wishing he could just hold your face forever. It was then you also realized you liked him, a lot. In your time spent together, he had become someone special to you. He occupied a place in your heart that no one has ever owned, and Bakugou wormed his way in without you noticing.

“Bakugou,” you began, breaking the silence between you both, “I-”

“I gotta go,” Bakugou quickly interrupted, clearing his throat. His hand dropped from yours and he shoved it deep into his pocket like you had burned him.

“Wait,” you sputtered, your heart racing in your chest as you grabbed his forearm, “don’t leave like this again. I don’t know much, but you can’t keep running,” you told him, your eyes frantically searching his.

“These things don’t work for me,” Bakugou told you, his shoulders were up by his ears again, “I’m sorry.”

You dropped your hand from his arm as you watched him walk away from you with heavy steps. The rain was falling harder, making your vision blur as he continued to walk away from you. Again. Why was he always leaving?

You shakily inhaled feeling another surge of emotions wash over you. It stung to have him reject you. If that was even what rejection was? You had no idea, but whatever you were feeling it hurt.

After standing in the rain for a couple of minutes, trying to process what had just happened, you picked up the bucket, water sloshing from the top as you made your way back to the barn. The world was cruel, you thought bitterly as you placed the bucket in your horse’s stall.

All your life you’ve longed to be independent and never have to rely on a man for anything. Over the years you had plenty of suitors, some of them were great, most of them weren’t, but you always shut them out no matter what. And now…now when you found yourself wanting to be with someone, with him.

He was the one who shut you out. Tore down all your walls only to keep his strong and unbreakable.

You wiped your eyes, disappointed that you even tried. “Is there something wrong with me?” you asked your horse, whose ears swiveled towards you. “I guess, there must be,” you muttered.

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Bakugou avoided you like the plague after the moment you both shared in the rain. At first, you tried to get his attention, offer him a weak smile, but he would turn and leave. It was terrible.

Especially because you still liked him. Your feelings weren’t going away no matter how hard you tried to repress them.

As the days passed, you soon began to understand that Bakugou didn’t want you, and he probably never did. It still stung, but you were able to withdraw more into yourself instead of looking to him for anything anymore.

Eventually, Mina and Sero showed up, which was good. You liked Mina, she was nice, a little blunt, but overall nice. She immediately picked up on what had happened between Bakugou and you, but never pushed you to say anything.

You still spent most of your time alone, feeling like an outsider however hard you tried to fit in. Kirishima assured you again that you ran with them, but how could you feel like you did when their leader didn’t like you?

Maybe you didn’t belong anywhere.

You didn't fit in at home and you didn’t fit in with the outlaws. So where did you fit in? You didn’t know, but every night you would stare at the ceiling of Izuku’s house, listening to the others outside, talking around the fire, and wishing things were normal. Like they were in the mountains.

“You seem sad,” Izuku’s voice cut into your thoughts.

You turned your head, looking away from the window where you could see Sero and Bakugou shooting at glass bottles. “Why do you say that?”

Izuku shrugged as he sat on the arm of the chair you were in, “dunno, you just seem different. Distant.”

You huffed, glancing back at the window, “do you sometimes feel like you don’t belong with them? Because you're a sheriff?”

Izuku tracked your gaze as his landed on Bakugou. He sighed, “yeah, I do. I’ve never fit in with them,” he admitted.

“Really?” you said, raising a brow as you rested your cheek against your forearm, “I couldn��t tell, honestly.”

Deku nodded, “yeah, I suppose it’s better now, but when we were back in the military things were different. I tried to be friends with him so badly, but he always pushed me away. He’s a hard person to get close to.”

“How did you get close to him?” you asked, feeling a little hope flutter in your chest.

“I still haven’t really,” Izuku admitted, a muscle twitching in his jaw as his gaze slid over to Kirishima.

“Oh,” you replied, feeling the weight on your shoulders return.

“I know you like him,” Izuku said rather bluntly, “but if I’m bein’ honest, Y/n, you deserve a better man than Bakugou.”

You cleared your throat, scrambling to come up with a lie to hide your feelings, “What makes you say that? I don’t even like him.”

Izuku snorted, “everyone knows you like him, you watch him like a hawk and get all flustered when he’s around,” he paused, smiling to himself a little before looking down at you, “just do yourself a favor and try to move on.” He stood up and gave your shoulder a squeeze before walking outside and leaving you alone.

You furrowed your brows, wondering why Izuku was telling you something so personal? Not to mention, he didn’t use Bakugou’s nickname while he was talking to you. He must have been mad then, was he mad at Bakugou?

You sighed, as you looked back out the window again. Maybe Izuku was right, maybe you did deserve better, but you didn’t know what was better. You did know that Bakugou has treated your heart rather poorly, he practically stomped on it. But that didn’t even seem to matter to you.

What a cruel joke.

With a sigh you stood up and walked outside, hoping to distract yourself by coming up with a new plan that didn’t involve you getting dropped right into Kiego’s lap. That was another problem, you couldn’t seem to come up with anything better than having you as bait. It really was the best option and it scared you shitless.

“Y/n,” Mina’s chirpy voice carried on the wind as she waved at you from where she was standing by Bakugou and Sero.

Your heart flopped in your chest as you stiffly made your way over to them. Hating that Bakugou was already pocketing his pistol, ready to leave. You felt gross in your own skin seeing his lips turn down into a frown at the sight of you.

“Hold your horses,” Mina said with a goofy grin as she grabbed Bakugou’s arm, holding him still by her, “I wanna see how good of a teacher you are.”

“Let go of me,” Bakugou hissed, his eyes frantically cutting between you and Mina.

You stopped, feeling a lump form in your throat but you quickly swallowed it and plastered on a smile, “pretty shitty teacher, if you ask me. I’m a terrible shot. Never been able to hit anything.” Your words as much as you tried to make them sound normal, were obviously fake.

Sero rolled his eyes and handed you the pistol he was using, “go ahead.”

You took the pistol, blinking away the image of Tokoyami's face that flashed in your mind. You took a breath before pointing the pistol, holding it like you were taught and keeping both eyes on the brown glass bottle sitting on the fence post. Your pointer finger pressed on the trigger and you flinched when the gun went off.

However, to your surprise you hit the bottle, making it shatter in thousands of pieces. They flew through the air glittering as sunlight danced on their sharp edges. You smiled, your first smile since that day.

Mina laughed, grabbing you roughly by the neck as she punched Sero roughly in the chest, “pay up! I told ya!”

Sero grumbled, yanking out a few dollars from his pocket, and begrudgingly handed them over to Mina who hooted loudly.

“Gonna buy us somethin’ nice, hear that Y/n!” Mina shouted waving the money up in the air, “maybe some candy? I sure do love those peppermints that old hag sells downtown. Wadda think?” she asked, looking at you with sparkling eyes.

You laughed, it felt good to laugh, “that would be nice, thanks, Mina.”

“Of course!” she bellowed, “gotta stay close, you and I do, these boys are more trouble than they’re worth,” she added, her gaze cutting to Bakugou who was smiling a little.

You snorted, squirming in her tight embrace and you involuntarily looked towards Bakugou, looking for his approval. When you saw he was smiling, even a small one, it made your heart soar and the little flicker of hope you had been kindling seemed to grow a little.

But, the smile slipped off his face and he pulled his arm out of Mina’s grasp and headed back to the house.

Sero clicked his tongue, clearly irritated as he placed his pistol back in the holster attached to his belt.

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Later that night after dinner everyone was seated around Izuku’s kitchen table. Tomorrow marked the day you were going to be turned in to Keigo. You had a loose plan, that you knew wouldn’t fly once you presented it, but you could try.

Izuku told you before dinner to tell your idea anyway, even though Bakugou would gripe about it. You had a right to an idea after since you were the one being used as bait.

“Um,” you began, your voice catching as you spoke up, trying to remain confident as six pairs of eyes turned to you. “I know tomorrow is the big day,” you chuckled, no one laughed, “but I still don’t like the plan, so I came up with an alternative.”

It was silent still, so you continued, “my father presumably set my bounty to three grand so he could pay you all of, and get rid of me. Kill two birds with one stone. So instead of you all traveling down to my town and putting yourself in danger being there, I’ll go back home alone. Where my father will no doubt turn me in, get the money and you can take it from him then. Izuku can still come so I don’t get taken anywhere.”

You looked to Izuku who was nodding his head from next to you.

“It’s a good idea, I’ll be there so nothing goes wrong, and you guys won’t have to deal with the military if they’re there.”

Bakugou frowned, his vermillion gaze cutting between you and Izuku. “I don’t like it.”

“Why not?” you asked “You still get your money, and you all stay safe.”

“How do I know your father’s not gonna take the money all for himself,” Bakugou asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, that’s where I come in,” Izuku said. “Everyone knows Y/n’s father rigged his polls, which is illegal. I can’t even believe he’s still a free man, honestly, so I’ll arrest him. No big deal.”

“I like it,” Mina said with a smile, “it’s less work and we don’t have to put ourselves at risk.”

“Too fuckin’ bad,” Bakugou hissed, his eyes narrowing at Izuku, “I’m not gonna do it, too much risk.”

“There’s no risk,” you shot back, growing frustrated. “There is literally no risk to you at all, the person who is risking the most is me. You can sit back and I’ll get you the money, and,” you mouth dried as you thought back on Izuku’s words, you deserved better, “and then I’m goin’.”

Bakugou blinked, unsure if he heard you right, “you’re goin? The hell do you mean by that?”

“Once you get your money, I’m goin’ because I’m not needed anymore. I really appreciate you taking me in, but I don’t think this is right for me. It isn’t working out for me,” you said, throwing the words he told you days ago right back in his face.

“I think that’s fine,” Kirishima said, folding his arms over his chest, “you’ll be free from your father's place and we’ll have our money. Seems like a fair trade.”

You gave Kirishima a thankful smile. “Thanks, Kirishima.”

“Looks like you’re outvoted, Kacchan,” Izuku said with a satisfied smile.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed to slits and he abruptly stood from his chair and stormed out of Izuku's house, slamming the log door behind him.

“Phew!” Kaminari said with a laugh, “don’t know why he’s so upset when you two are doin’ all the work for us. I’d be thankin’ y’all if I was him.”

You gave Kaminari a forced smile, but your gaze slid back to the door. There he goes again, running away. Just like he always does. It was good for you to leave because you couldn’t stay with someone who was never for you in the first place.

“Then it’s settled,” Izuku said as he stood up, “Y/n and I will be leaving right away.”

“Good luck,” Sero said truthfully as you passed by him. “I guess if this is the last time I’ll be seein’ you, I have to admit you are not as prissy as I thought you were.”

You grinned, “thanks, Sero. I think.”

He snorted and you followed Izuku out of his house and towards the stables. Your heart was heavy in your chest to say goodbye to the horse you’ve grown so close to, but at the end of the day, he wasn’t yours. He belonged to Bakugou.

While Izuku tacked up his horse you silently opened the stall next to his, approaching the large red gelding. He knickered and walked over to you, nudging your hands with his pink nose, looking for treats.

“‘M sorry, I don’t have anything for you,” you muttered, bringing a hand up to his face to pet his forelock.

He huffed, still looking for treats as you held back some tears for an animal that was never yours. You should have tried to not get attached, but you two have been through a lot, and it was hard to say goodbye.

“Hey, I’m ready to go,” Izuku said as he led his horse out of her stall.

“Okay,” you replied, looking back at the red gelding, “bye, I’ll miss you,” you said softly, giving him one last pet before leaving his stall and heading over to Izuku.

Izuku held out his hand as you took it, standing on his boot in the stirrup as you got on behind him. You wrapped your arms around Izuku’s torso as he spurred his horse on.

Your chest felt tight as you passed the house and neared the pond. You could see him standing by the water with his hands in his pockets. He was looking out into the distance and turned his head upon seeing you and Izuku pass by him.

You let out a breath, squeezing Izuku more tightly as Bakugou turned away from you and began walking back to the house

You’d miss him the most.

#iwar #bakugou x reader #bro idk if this makes sense i hope it does sometimes I just write and no thoughts happen #tw. angst #tw. gun mention #tw. violence #outlaw!bakugou

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