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virginpornstar · 1 year ago

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Gay Friendships Die At 30

Once my gay best friends turn 30 the friendship is over. Doesn't matter if we've been friends for 5 years or 15+ years. Gays want to start acting different and doing immature shit we weren't even doing in our 20s. I'd rather be former friends than fake friends. So once the fake shady immature bullshit starts, I gotta exit. Well make them exit my life.

The reason this friendship ended is so stupid, and I knew it was stupid from the beginning, but I can't repair things with someone on a mission to want to destroy them.

So my BFF (well former BFF now) and I were planning to meetup in LA. I was going to already be in California anyway or a work trip, and I wanted to go to LA anyway. I had a bad experience in LA last year, and I wanted a do-over. Plus I really wanted a picture with the Hollywood sign since I didn't get one last year.

My BFF was going to be in LA because he was flying to Asia with friends for his bday trip. Which I chose not to go on since I've never really had any interest in going to Asia. Plus the trip was originally supposed to be to Europe, but he randomly changed it. I was excited to go to Europe with him, since we had originally planned to go in 2020, but Covid happened. Plus I ended up going to Europe with another friend earlier this year, and had an amazing time.

Granted I never told him I was going to Europe until after I landed there. Which was shady and passive aggressive on my part. There's been a lot of shady and passive aggressive things over the recent years, which I'm sure slowly contributed to the demise of the friendship. It's like on Insecure when Molly and Issa fell out. It didn't just suddenly happen, but a gradual buildup. I'm definitely Molly and he's Issa.

Since we were both going to be in Cali at the same time, it made sense to be there together. Even though he basically told me I was inconveniencing him with hotel costs since he was planning to spend his first night there with some random guy he was talking to there, and then then the next night with his friends that were coming.

Granted...I don't even share hotel rooms with friends when I travel. The last friend I ever shared a hotel room with was him last year. When I travel with my other friends we get our own rooms. I prefer to have my own space. My job has me spoiled with my own hotel rooms, and when I travel I just prefer to have my own room. Plus I'm a slut. I love to be able to have a guy over whenever I feel like it.

Both of us were financialy strapped, and had put off booking a room as long as possible. I had sent him a suggestion the day before I left, but he said not to book it now. He was going to look the next day. Well I was already in Cali the next day, and was starting to get anxious about not having my next hotel booked since I had to be out of my work hotel Monday.

After I woke up from my nap, I saw he'd texted me that he booked a room at a hotel by the airport. I was immediately annoyed, because I don't stay by the airport. Usually airports are so far from everything, and everything I wanted to do in LA was in the Hollywood/West Hollywood/Beverly Hills area.

Granted LA is so big, that the airport isn't even that far or inconvenient, since everything is far an inconvenient in LA. I was looking at a hotel in Koreatown, since the places I'd originally wanted in WeHo/Beverly Hills were too expensive/taken now.

So I was like whatever. I wanted to book my own room anyway since I wanted the Hotels.com/HIlton points that I'm trying to upgrade my status before the year is up. Plus when he said he booked a room already the message said "if you're interested". I interpreted that as I have the option to still book my own room.

I tried to call him for clarity, but we were on different times. So I just booked a room at the same hotel for 2 beds to be safe.

Then when he woke up he told me he'd gotten that room for his friends, and he could get us a different room at the same hotel for the same price. I told him I already booked us a room.

Then he asked the price. It was nearly $400 for 2 nights, but the double bed room was more expensive than had I just reserved a single bed room.

Then he got pissed at me because I had already booked the room and it was more expensive than whatever random site he was using. I didn't want to use the site he was using, because I'm already loyal to Hotels.com, and also it's sketchy. It like shows you pictures of a room based on how much you're willing to spend, and you pick the one that looks best, and then it tells you the details of the hotel afterwards. WTF.

Also I wanted the room in my name since I'm already in Cali and would most likely be at the hotel before him anyway. I want to be able to just get there and check in, and not have to wait for someone else to get in my room. So that's easier if it's just in my name anyway.

Then he was pissed because he didn't want to pay more to stay at the same hotel where he could get a cheaper rate, and I wasn't willing to cancel because I already booked/paid for it, and I wanted my points to upgrade my status before the year is up.

Then he got booked that I booked something else when he booked something, but he'd already told me he just booked that for his friends earlier. Then I explain that I wanted to book something ASAP since I'm already in Cali and prices are going up each day we don't have something booked. Plus he booked something at a hotel without even asking me first. I was going along to get along, by just going for the same hotel, since there were cheaper hotels in other parts of LA.

Then he said I was "acting like a bitch, but what else would he expect" for saying the "if you're interested" leaves the door open for me to book my own room. Which is my preference. Then he says "girl fuck you" to me after I say I'm not being a bitch since I went with whatever hotel he picked to book a room.

I said "if I was acting like a bitch than I would've booked the cheaper room with one bed" but instead I paid extra to make sure there were 2 beds for both of us.

Then the next morning he texts me with a fake ass apology saying he was half asleep, and was mad because he thought I'd booked a room at a different hotel in another part of LA.

WTF. You clearly complained about the price of the room I booked at the same hotel you already booked a room.

He apologized for calling me a bitch, and then quoted neNe "well I said acting like a bitch".

I sent him a meme of Molly from Insecure looking annoyed. He then doubled down on being half asleep and claimed he reread the messages. Hence his apology.

WTF. You were mad about the price. It was very explicitly clear that I had booked a room at the same hotel, and also calling me a bitch and saying "fuck you" to me was a ridiculous response for this trivial situation.

So I was annoyed his apology didn't even match what was said. Like don't say you misinterpreted what I said, when you very clearly were upset about having to spend more money at the same hotel. I don't like bullshit apologies. Honestly I don't like apologies in general. I'm a Scorpio. I'm not going to forgive you regardless, so I'd rather you just not fuck up in the first place.

So then I say that he wasn't arguing about me booking at a differnt hotel, and he was mad about me booking a more expensive price at the same hotel. Granted I don't even know if he made sure to make sure he was booking rooms with multiple beds, or just going for the cheapest price, which would've been a room with one bed. I only think he apologized because of realizing he may not have booked a room with 2 beds, and had just gone for the cheaper price.

I didn't even want to keep this argument going. But I also wasn't accepting an apology that wasn't real. Like apologize for what happened, not make up some bullshit when the texts clearly say otherwise. He kept trying to say he was sleepy and thought I booked somewhere else on the other side of LA, when the words he texted me never mentioned any of that. No one is about to gaslight me into some bullshit.

Also don't tell me you "reread" the messages, yet what your saying was never mentioned in any of the messages. So I wasn't backing down, and he kept defending his lie. then he had the audacity to say all he's apologizing for is ccalling me a bitch, and then said if I think he's such a liar than we don't even gotta link".

That was the dealbreaker for me. We didn't talk for 2 weeks after that. That is some bullshit I don't play with. Like you're my best friend of 5 years, we haven't seen each other in 5 months, and we've talked about going to LA together for years. So you're going to just essentially abandon me in LA by myself, since he had his other friends he was traveling with coming, because he refuses to apologize for the bullshit he caused and the fucked up things he said to me.

I'm an only child, so I don't mind being on my own. I actually do better that way. Thankfully I had an amazing time in LA. Both nights I met local guys that showed me a great time. I had more fun in these 2 days in LA, than I had last year when I was in LA for 2 weeks.

I did everything I wanted to do in LA. I got the pics I wanted, and when sight seeing to see the places I'd not gotten to see. I went on dates, got dick, went bar hopping in WeHo, and even went to the dispensary. I had an incredible time in LA. Regardless of my BFF abandoning me.

But I still find it incredibly fucked up that he'd even be that childish to rather we both be in the same city at the same hotel but not speaking, because he refused to apologize for what he actually said to me.

Also that's such bum nigga shit to cause an argument to get out of paying for room. Granted I already paid for it, and got my wish of my own room with one bed, so I didn't care. But this is exactly why most gay friendships end due to trips. The broke friend causes all the problems, and then the friendship is over.

But I also am pissed because i knew this was a dumb argument from the beginning. I knew that. I was willing to move on, but I also wanted the apology to be genuine and not some made up bullshit. Even re-reading the texts now this whole thing is so stupid. Yet I'm not letting someone talk to me crazy, and then refuse to apologize for acting ridiculous.

He's an egotistical Leo, and I feel like after he moved to Florida and got his own friend group. he feels like he's Regina George now. In our friendship he was always the Nicole to my Paris. Guys have literally called him my "ugly friend" to his face. Now I never viewed him as my ugly friend. He has no problem getting niggas, but I was always the more social media famous of the 2 of us.

I feel like he's even more big headed thinking he's queen b now because he's "in charge of the girls" of his friendgroup. That ain't me, never been me, and I'm not afraid to be all by myself. I don't even do friend groups, because I am a selfish bitch and don't give a fuck when people hate me. I can't fake anything to get along with a group.

Which is why I fell out with my ex BFF of 16 years. His new friends didn't like me so he chose them over me. Once he had a huge 30th bday, and invited all of his friends from all over the country, but didn't invite or tell me about the party, when I had just taken him out to lunch for his bday the week before, then I was done. We're clearly not friends if you're not inviting me to your big milestone events you planned celebrating yourself, and then not even having the respect to tell me. I had to find out on social media. WTF. That's so childish, and high school. We're in our 30s. We weren't even doing fake shit like that in high school or our 20s. Yeah...I just saw the best option was to end the friendship.

Now with this. I didn't want to end the friendship. After 2 weeks of not talking I sent him the mughshot I found of Zimbabwe. He's the only person that I could talk to about Zimbabwe that would understand. I'd already given up on expecting my BFF to take accountability or genuinely apologize for what he really said. I was just ready to sweep it under the rug and move on. We'd already not spoken in 2 weeks, and we'd both been on multiple trips. We'd missed out on so much of each other's lives already, and LA has passed.

But he refused to move on. He said he's not ready to talk to me until we revisit our previous argument. WTF. It's been 2 full weeks...I don't even care anymore.

Then I say "I'm not sure what's left to revisit. You started unnecessary drama, refused to apologize for what you actually said, and then didn't want t hangout with each other in LA and we didn't...

Then he says "yeah I'm cool on you. So I was petty and responded with "k" and then blocked him everywhere.

I'm over it. LIke I'm not waiting for a 30 year old man to decide when he's ready to be my friend again, when this drama was caused by him.

I was rude and inconsiderate. I knew his financial limitations, and didn't care because I wanted to book my own room for my own benefits.

Still I don't think that warranted being called a "bitch" or having him say "fuck you" to me, on top of saying he didn't even want to see each other while in LA. That's the part that really pissed me off, because I would've never said that to my best friend. Like petty drama over money isn't going to make me want to not see you while we're in the same fucking city and haven't seen each other in 5 months. Then being in the same hotel at the same time, and not speaking. Like we both still had each other's locations and were in the same fucking hotel at the same time.

It's so stupid and petty, and we both decided to escalate the drama instead of neutralizing it. Well I feel like I tried to neutralize it. I said early on that I don't want to dwell on this drama, but I'd rather if he's going to apologize to apologize for what he actually said.

I hate liars more than anything. You're not going to lie and say you're mad over a reason which literally had nothing to do with anything you said the night before. Read the fucking texts. The whole convo was in text. Right there. You're clearly mad because you didn't want to pay more when you could pay less. Don't make up some bullshit saying you thought I booked somewhere else, and then keep doubling down on the lie.

He is being a Lying Leo. That's a fact. He's clearly lying. It's there in print. That gaslighting me bullshit is what really set me off. Like all you had to do was apologize for the truth, instead of continuing to perpetuate a lie. Then this could've all been avoided.

Then we're not getting that time in LA back. it's not like we can just go fly across the country again next week. Like to miss out on that time together that we aren't going to get back, over this dumb shit also really pisses me off. Like I would've never said I don't want to see you while in LA. Especially not over this dumb shit.

Then the fact that weeks have gone by, and I'm sending you messages and want to move on and talk like normal, and he's continuing to want to stay in this negative space and keep having the same damn argument.

Like you're still not telling the truth or taking accountability. Then on top of that LA is gone. We didn't see or speak to each other, despite being in the same hotel in the same city. There's no point still arguing over a trip that not only passed, but we both had other trips since then. Like it's the past.

All I wanted was to have my best friend back to gossip about more dead gays in Atlanta, and to talk about my ex that's been in jail for months.

Instead he wants to keep having this same dumb argument, and i'm over it. Again. I refuse to wait for a 30 year old man to decide when he wants to be my friend again. Especially when he's mad about the drama he started.

I don't give a fuck how mad you are...don't disrespect me by calling me a "bitch" or saying "fuck you" to me, and then saying you don't even want to see me while we're in the same city. I have blocked many gays for flaking on plans with me.

I don't think the disrespect I received was warranted with this petty drama, and then the fact you'd be fine just leaving me alone in LA because you knew you had other friends coming was fucked up. On top of refusing to move the fuck on when weeks have passed.

Yeah. Friendship over. This is so immature and stupid, but gays don't mature with age. Yet another of my closest gay friendships has died.

I'm also probably less motivated to salvage the friendship because I've been fucking this guy he really likes behind his back for months.

I really am a terrible friend. That's always been my biggest fear with gay friendships was having my friend fuck my man behind my back. 2 of my exes tried to fuck my BFF to get back at me, and he valued our friendship enough to resist.

Yet I was weak. Maybe not weak because it involved not temptation, as much as giving into dark urges to self sabotage. 2023 has been my year of chaos. Choosing chaos any chance I get. Blowing everything in my life up, and then finding order amongst the pieces.

I have no choice but to take accountability for my own actions in the demise the closest friendship I've had for the past 5 years. I'm still devastated things ended this way, or that I made the choices I made. I really thought he'd be my best man at my wedding...if that ever happens.

Yet that's the Scorpio way. We can't keep a friend...

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kiribaku-queen · 3 years ago

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Hiii it's me again!!! Anyway congrats on 1k followers!!🥺💖🤟 and I'm sending a request on your 1000 followers event so I hope you don't mind!!!

So today is Bakuhoe's bday and you mentioned that you enjoy writing angst and I'm feeling a little angsty too so here you go!

Imagine, (aged-up characters) you are also a pro-hero living with Bakugo, you two are married, being a Pro-hero on a mission you got injured, and while they're running their check-ups, curing you and all, they tell you a news that shocked you. And for Bakubabe, his birthday is coming so you wanted to surprise him, because there's a little world living inside you now, yes PREGGY! 3 weeks! Little did you know he is having a hard time on his mission, there's this tough villain they wanted to capture for weeks now together with Hero Deku and other Heroes, so he's pissed that they can't even capture a fucking villain, and that he needs to stay on his agency for this mission, so you go to his agency tell him to come home at April 20, 7pm sharp because you want to celebrate his bday you didn't tell him yet, and he said "Yeah, yeah whatever dumdass." 'Cause you know he's busy and shit, you fell kinda sad but that works too you thought, maybe it's just the hormones, and then that night, on his bday, a villain attack happened the villain they're trying to capture, so he went out totally forgotting about you. Meanwhile you're so happy, you prepared shit and decorate the house, cook some dinner, and present his gift, 7pm, he's still not there but you waited for him, 8 pm still not coming, 9 pm, none, 10pm none, 11 pm, none,feeling the need to cry, you then clean everything you set up, you placed the food on the fridge, but you let some decorations hanging up 'cause you have no energy to clean it, he then showed up still dirty after the villain attack, you saw him while going upstairs, so you went back down you questioned him or something why he's late, then you guys started arguing, yelling, but you can't keep up 'cause you're hurting, blame the hormones, then you walked out, banging the door, he then remember your plans, he went to the kitchen he saw a perefectly wrapped gift you forgot to hide, he opened it then mind blown! He then see a note saying, " Happy Birthday to the most amazing person, to my King explosion murder! -Y/n" he flipped it and a picture of a tiny being faced him.So he then knock on your door–

And that's up to you now hahahha just please write the ending with a happy one😭 I'm a sucker for angsty to happy ending!! Again congrats and I enjoy all you fics!! Thank you for your hard work!

Not So Birthday Surprise

Bakugou x reader

Fluff, Angst, happy ending

Word count: 4.8K

A/N: okay but why did I have this EXACT scenario in my head??!? We are on the same wavelength I swear!

Instead of uploading this for Bakugou’s birthday, I’m uploading it for my birthday! LOL So sorry this was overdue but I’m starting to get back into the groove of writing and have another series coming up for you guys!

“I totally had that villain,” you complained, groping the side of your head as you walked down the hallway with your hubby next to you, equally as beat up.

“Fat chance. If you would have kept your googly eyes off me the entire fight, maybe you could have taken him down. But who was there to save your ass like they always do? Fucking me,” your husband, the number 2 hero: Bakugou Katsuki, argued back.

“Stop being a big boob!” you clenched your teeth, annoyed, not forgetting to side punch his arm. Was he right? Eh, maybe just in the slightest. Could you blame yourself? Look at your husband. That fine man next to you, all beaten and bruised and sweaty and dirty… that man was your man. How could you not peak glances every once in a while, even if it was during a fight. Eye candy doesn’t have a set time.

“The only one with boobs is you,” Katsuki pointed out, poking you right in the boob for everyone to see. Your face flushes immediately, smacking his hand away and covering your breasts from anymore abuse.

“How. Dare.you,” you say slowly, making sure to emphasize each word. Because honestly how dare he. And in a place where so many people could witness that!

“Was I wrong?” he put a defensive hand up.

“That doesn’t give you the right to touch me… right here,” you whisper yelled. Did you really have to scold your husband on such things?

“What? I thought you liked it right there,” your husband decided to tease which resulted in heated cheeks from you. Well, he wasn’t wrong… You two were too busy bickering to realize that you were in front of your respective doors and that it was time to go your separate ways. At least for now. You knew it was protocol to get checked on after every fight, get healed and what not. But it was different when you were fighting with your husband. A sense of worry and concern overtook you, more so for him rather than yourself. What if they found something more serious than a mere flesh wound? You wouldn’t know how to handle the news. You were husband and wife. There’s no need to separate the two of you anymore. But protocol was protocol. Katsuki could sense the immediate pout that was evident on your lips. He smirked to himself and placed his hand on top of your head for reassurance.

“No more pouting. Heal up and I’ll see you a lil bit. Kay?” Katsuki waited for your response. You just nodded but continued to pout. But you were also waiting on him to give you something before you go inside that room. Seeing that he wasn’t getting the hint, you faced him, pouting even more and lifting your head up. Ah, Bakugou got the hint now. With a roll of his eyes, he kissed your forehead, satisfying your needs.

“Happy?” he pretended to sound annoyed but deep down, he enjoys kissing you just as much as you.

“No, one more,” you quickly say and pucker your lips. He doesn’t hesitate to lean in and steal your lips very briefly. You hummed in satisfaction and Katsuki just silently smiles at your joyous face. You can look like such an idiot sometimes with that silly face of yours, but at least you’re his idiot.

Alright, no more stalling. The nurses were already ushering you two to your respective rooms, slightly uncomfortable and intimidated to separating two heroes desperately in love. But eventually, you made it into the medical room, ready for your daily checkup and heal.

“Alright, Miss (y/n), I’m sure you are already aware of the routine. I’ll treat your wounds first and do the regular checkup. Your height, weight, blood pressure, heart rate, all that good stuff. Just to make sure nothing else is wrong and I didn’t miss anything. Sound good?” the nurse described while putting on blue rubber gloves.

“Yes ma’am. Check away,” you say, nonchalantly, leaning back and letting the nurse do her job. She used her healing quirk to close the cuts all around your arms and legs, even wounds that you didn’t even know were there. After all your wounds were mended and you were all healthy, the nurse started the regular checkup exam. Height was the same, weight faltered a little bit, blood pressure is fine, and now it was time to check your heartbeat. The nurse put the stethoscope on your back and put a hand on your shoulder for stability.

“Okay, deep breath in,” you inhaled through your nose.

“Deep breath out,” and you exhaled through your mouth. The nurse frowned and checked made you do it all over again. Then she put the stethoscope and checked your chest. This procedure was taking longer than usual and it started getting you concerned.

“My dear, when was your last period?” the nurse asked, leaning back in her chair.

“Oh, uh…” you hesitated to answer. If you were being honest, you couldn’t quite remember. You’ve gone without it for so long and it didn’t even cross your mind because of how comfortable life was without the constant bleeding.

“Just a rough estimate,” the nurse continued.

“I think roughly about 2 months?” you questioned yourself. You don’t even think that was correct.

“Okay, Miss (y/n). I’m going to have you lay back and lift your shirt so that your stomach is exposed,” the nurse instructed and got this fancy machine ready.

“I hope this isn’t what I think it is,” you joke around yet you were feeling anxious. You lifted your shirt to have your tummy exposed. The nurse put gel that was cold to the touch, on this scanner and examined your uterus. Without a doubt, you could hear another heart beating.

“Congratulations, momma. You’re pregnant,” the nurse exclaimed. But you couldn’t return the feeling.

“I’m what now?” you asked confused.

“It’s not much right now, but you can see the baby’s teeny tiny body right there,” the nursed pointed on the screen. And sure enough, the image of the baby’s barely formed body was in plain sight.

“Thank god we caught it just in time. Any serious damage from that fight could have put your baby in danger. I’m going to order for you to be on desk duty from here on out,” the nurse ordered. That’s when you got up from your position.

“Woah, nurse wait a minute,” you tried to refute but your nurse gave you the hand of silence. She already knows what you were about to say because she’s been through this time and time again.

“I don’t want to hear it. Any more damages from front line fighting is going to put you and your baby in some serious risk. Desk work. It’s relaxing, it’s easy, it’-”

“Boring.” You put her off, clearly not too happy with the outcome of this situation.

“And it’s safe. Plus, I’m sure your husband wouldn’t be too happy if he knew you still wanted to tussle with villains all day with his baby,” she pointed out. She was absolutely right. Katsuki would make sure that you were either at home resting or doing the very minimum at work. There was no way he would want to put his baby in any harm’s way. And if he had to physically keeps his eyes on you to make sure you were doing just that, then so be it.

“Well shit,” you blurted out, taking a moment to let this information sink in. Not only were you not expecting this news, but now you’ve been demoted to doing desk work instead of your actual job, all in under an hour. Were you even ready to be a mother? Was Katsuki ready to be a father? Was he even going to be excited with this news? Speaking of news… how were you even going to tell him?

“Could you do me just one favor?” you asked and the nurse looked at you with a questioning yet caring look. “Don’t tell him yet. I want to do it myself.” You say.

“My lips are sealed,” she promises you, locking her lips up with her fingers and comically throwing it away. The nurse was so nonchalant about the news. Maybe you should be too. Maybe you were overthinking too much.

Every day, you waited for that baby bump. Because you still hadn’t found a way to tell him yet and if he doesn’t notice that bump, then that’s a little longer you could keep your secret. But that window might have finally come to a close when you looked in the mirror this morning. It was subtle but undoubtably there. You had to tell him real soon. And thankfully, his birthday was right around the corner so you guess it was fate that led you to this moment.

You waited for him to come home.

5:00

Okay, it’s still a little early. He likes to work overtime a lot anyway. Not a big deal.

7:00

Dinnertime. He should have told you if he wasn’t going to make it to dinner. You could have eaten without him already.

9:00

Now this was getting ridiculous. He was this late with no text message? No phone call? Really? Does he not respect your time? You could have been doing something else than wait for him all night.

9:01

Alright. You had had enough. You got up from your seat on the couch, harshly grabbed your jacket and bee lined towards the apartment door, headed straight for your husband’s agency.

Pro hero Dynamight slams his fists onto the paper filled desk, documents and everything important flying in the air. Deku and Red Riot could just stand by, arms crossed and heavy eye lids, as they watch their friend throw a fit.

“We were so fucking close!” Bakugou snarled.

“3 months. 3 fucking months we’ve been tracking this guy down and we still haven’t caught him?! He vented.

“Bakugou,” Red Riot tried to calm him down but was shut down real quick by the angry hero.

“And you! What were you doing? You couldn’t hold him off for more than a second!” Katsuki attacked his red headed friend.

“I don’t know what you wanted me to do! I wasn’t expecting five of his men to randomly show up and attack. And where were you?” Kirishima yelled back.

“Trying to cover your fuck up!” he turned to face the other heroes, both glaring at each other, hands ready to fight at any minute.

“Calm down, we just didn’t take this plan into consideration,” Pro hero Deku interrupted, trying to dissolve the situation. But knowing how hot-headed the blonde hero was, it did no use.

“But it should have been! We should have thought about every single possibility. We aren’t rookies anymore! Can’t you guys do anything right?!” Bakugou went on and on, letting out all his frustrations, saying anything to make him feel better because that’s just how he is. He doesn’t mean it. He’s going to regret what he says later on, but he doesn’t think in the heat of the moment. Lucky for everybody else, you had stopped by at the perfect timing.

You gently knocked on the door, poking your small head through. Noticing how tense the air was and how your husband had his back turned on everyone, you were about to make a run for it and come back another day, but they had already seen you.

“(y/n)!” one of the other heroes exclaimed, quickly bringing you inside which gathered the attention of everyone else who hadn’t seen you, including your husband. “Well, looks like its our time to leave. See you tomorrow!” they all gathered their belongings, scurrying away as fast as they could to avoid any more backlash from the heated hero. You saw Red Riot glance at you but walked past you without another word. Shocked by his reaction because this was not the Kirishima that you knew, no matter how angry he was, you looked at Deku for some answers. He put his hand on your shoulder and leaned in so that only you could hear.

“Villain problems. Calm him down, would ya?” he asked of you. Of course you knew catching villains was your husbands number 1 priority at work. And you knew he gets like this all the time. Who wouldn’t? You would be guilty to say that you never acted this way once in a while. You sighed, letting all previous frustrations fan away to comfort your husband.

“Hey sexy hot head,” you tried to joke but Katsuki wasn’t having it. He sat down at his desk, buried his head in his hands and just let out a frustrated sigh. Your features softened, knowing how he was feeling. You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hey,” you said softly. “You okay?”

“No,” he answered, clearly upset but tried not taking his anger out on you.

“Rough day, wasn’t it?”

“I just work with a bunch of idiots!” he exploded but you were here to calm him down, patting his head to soothe him, even if it was just for a little bit.

“They don’t know how to do anything right,” you imitated him as a joke but he thought you were agreeing with him.

“Why couldn’t you have been by my side?” he turned his chair to you, catching you by surprise and plopped right down on his lap. He snuggled into your neck like a cat missing its owner. For someone who was supposed to be fuming, he sure was cuddly all of a sudden.

“I know. I’ll be back to work soon,” you promised. Soon? Eh, more like in 9 months soon.

“I don’t think that doctor knows what she is talking about. Let’s get a second opinion,” he suggested but that caused you to panic. What were you going to say to him now to not give it away?

“I don’t think there’s a need for that. But you know what would make you feel better?” you cooed. He continued to snuggle into your neck, humming in response. “You’ll find out if you come home on time tomorrow, 7pm sharp.”

“You’re really not going to tell me?” he asks, finally coming out of his hiding spot to bump foreheads with you.

“I’m mad at you for making me wait all day today so no, I’m not going to tell you. It’d ruin the surprise anyway,” you say.

“But if you told me then I’d have something to look forward to,” he tried to flirt with you, giving you his bedroom eyes that gets you wrapped around his finger every time. But not this time. You got the courage to look away with a pout on your face for him not taking you seriously.

“No. Tomorrow, 7pm. Don’t come any earlier, either. Please come,” you finally gave him your best doe eyes and he couldn’t say no to that.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, dumbass,” he nonchalantly brushes it off like it wasn’t important. Which actually rubbed you the wrong way and just like a switch, you got annoyed. Thankfully, you noticed the change in emotion and you blamed it on your hormones.

“That’s really how you’re going to respond to me?” you asked, actually upset this time. You wanted to address it, but not have your emotions come through so aggressively. Had your husband not recognize the sudden mood swing, you would have been even more upset. But you trained your husband so well that he noticed the change of tone in your voice. And instead of pushing you and making fun of you for getting all emotional, which he has in the past and it did not end pretty, he responded in a more appropriate matter.

“I will be there,” he promised, his features softening this time. You loved how he got like this; vulnerable with all his walls down. You wished the whole world would see him like that instead of seeing him as this angry antihero. But at the same time, you were grateful that he was only like this towards you.

“Wanna go home now?” you asked. Both of you were so immersed in the moment that you actually forgot that you were still in his office.

“I thought we would spend the night,” he joked, leaning back more in his chair. You tried catching yourself on his chest because he leaned so far back that you felt like you were about to fall.

“Katsuki~!” you whined, nonstop pounding on his chest. His chuckle resonated in his chest but filled the entire room to make it seem not as empty.

“Up we go,” he announced, standing up but not before cradling you in his arms and holding you close to his chest. “To our home.�� He says to you sweetly, filling your whole self with warmth and joy.

The day couldn’t have gone more perfectly for you. You decorated the entire place with streamers and balloons, cooked his favorite meal and prepped it nicely on the table, baked and decorated a cake that you were highly satisfied with, nothing could go wrong. Everything was set on the kitchen table, purposely positioned so that the moment he goes through that door, boom! Surprise! He was going to be shocked, you were going to feel ecstatic, you were going to tell him about the baby, and it was just going to be perfect!

Maybe just a few touch ups here. Maybe there. Oh shit. Does everything look okay? Does everything look in place? Suddenly, you started rethinking all your life choices and became anxious. You were starting to worry too much about what he was going to say that you weren’t sure that what you were doing was the best option.

But when you looked at the clock, your husband was going to be here any second. There was no time to think or even execute another plan. You just had to suck it up, put the nerves to the side, and hope for the best.

Katsuki was already packed and ready to head home for the day. Another day, another villain that wasn’t in a jail cell. No amount of hair pulling or banging his head on his desk could relieve him of this stress. But the thought of coming home to you and your secretive surprise was the cure to the remedy. He pulled out his watch.

6:50

Perfect timing. Not too early, he’d make it just in time for your surprise.

Just as he was about to head out, Kirishima is rushing through his office door with the widest grin plastered on his face.

“What is it?” Bakugou asked, annoyed. Couldn’t his red-headed friend wait until the next morning? He just wanted to be home.

“We got him,” Kirishima exclaimed. Bakugou stopped in his tracks and all of a sudden, his eyes were focused and all previous thoughts were thrown out the window.

“Who?” Bakugou questioned. He wanted to make sure that they were talking about the same guy. Was it the guy they’ve been trying to catch for months? All it took was one look from his best friend to know that he was correct and not a second later, he was out the door, gauntlets in hand and a confident smirk that was ready for some ass kicking.