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ihatebnha · 3 years ago

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me: sees myself married to a women w no kids

also me: imagines being bakugos impregnated stay-at-home wife, wearing this nightgown that fits perfectly around my swollen belly and him calling me beautiful 🥺🥺🥺

i'd been wanted to respond to this for a while bc im literally obsessed with this concept and like............ certain tropes surrounding it....

and a couple days ago when i went to like... write up a draft of what i was going to say, i ended up... doing this instead. so uh, beep beep.

enjoy?

(warning: you are pregante, soft, dad-like bakugo............ experimental style...)

Katsuki being so private that his coworkers only find out you’re expecting when they drop by your house to deliver some paperwork...

People at the agency have been wondering where he’s been lately; Dynamight's never been much for missing days of work under any circumstances (everyone remembers the time he showed up a couple hours after getting his nose broken, another time when he came to work in splints), but he’s been leaving his shifts so early lately. It’s fine, you know… he’s the boss and all, so it doesn’t really matter since he’s still attending his patrols… but as the days grow shorter and colder, the less often he can be found stationed in his office, blonde head ducked down into paperwork for hours on end.

It’s October when there’s an incident; a sidekick of Dynamight’s getting into a nasty spat with someone who leaves him with a concussion…

And though things are fine, as Dynamight wouldn’t hire someone who couldn’t handle a couple blows, the poor guy still needs to have his recovery time accounted for and signed off on… and being in the hospital obviously prevents him from going by himself.

So another sidekick, a sturdy graduate with the hero name of Havoc, volunteers to do the honors instead.

The house is beautiful, Havoc notices.

Nestled in the corner of a street, the front lawn stretches across pavements like a friend, and the porch is lined with pots of flowers and flowers in pots.

Havoc knocks.

She waits. She knocks again, taps her foot twice, and waits again. She goes in to knock a third time, frown curling downward in worry, only for the door to swing open where instead of Dynamight, she finds you.

She doesn’t know it’s you, though… doesn’t recognize the tilt to your head or the clippings in your hair. She doesn’t recognize the crease in your brow, the slight to your nose… nor the flowy white slip that drapes over your body and contours around… a large and swollen belly… one you’ve got your hand resting on gently, the other hidden on the doorknob.

“Oh my god,” Havoc begins, already beginning the process of stepping backwards and off your porch. Her feet seem to fill with sand, tongue slipping as she squeaks. “Oh no, I thought—- I’m so sorry. I think, I… I’m at the wrong—“

“Havoc, right?” you interrupt seamlessly. “Kat told me you were coming.”

Kat? She stops the babbling, and your face breaks into the prettiest smile when she confirms.

“…yes?”

“Come in. I’ll make you some tea.”

You don’t look back to make sure she follows.

“Katsukis bad about telling me first names, so I only really go by whats on the TV.”

You dance around the kettle, fiddle with a drawer, before opening a cupboard and pulling out a shiny tin of something.

“He calls, oh God, Dash, I think?” you mutter, fishing out a teabag, “He calls him curls. Like his hair, you know? Calls you Stinky.”

Havoc can hardly focus on what you’re saying, can’t seem to formulate a response either. Her eyes instead locked on to the belly settled low and comfortably on your body, that of which protrudes proudly like the moon.

You continue, pouring the kettle while laughing softly. “I always complain, say he owes you guys respect, you know?”

She hums, softly.

“But he just says it doesn’t matter. That you guys call him worse. I believe it.”

You glance over your shoulder and Havoc forces herself to meet your eyes. The orange sun reflects through the kitchen window above your sink, and bounces into her eyes.

“Here, sweetie.”

You smile again, the beam bright and kind, and turn around with a teacup. It smells sweet, like herbs and citrus, and the steam brushes her face in a kiss.

Havoc wants to thank you. Wants to hold your hand, ask why you’re so kind.

What slips out instead is: “You’re pregnant,” a pause, and then, “Oh god, I’m sorry… obviously you’re—“

But you don’t seem phased at all, a laugh cutting through the cloud of awkwardness Havoc feels like she’s clearly filling the kitchen with.

“I am.”

“With Dynamight’s baby?” she asks, watching you move your hands to cup your belly once more and gently nod once more.

“Yes.”

Havoc feels silly for asking. Feels like she’s violating something unspoken by digging into her boss’s life, by being at his house in the suburbs… by talking to his wife.

The interns and sidekicks at the agency would die if they heard about this. They always gossip about Dynamight being the type to be the type to eat, sleep and breath work… to live in a one bedroom apartment, to be wedded to the job.

Granted, it’s not like they didn’t know he was married, but he rarely wears his ring.

Part of her feels like she’s in sex ed all over again.

“Fucking finally, kid,” Dynamight marches through the door with a frown on his face. “Took so long, thought I’d rot here before you got here.”

Havoc rushes to stand out of respect, the chair nearly tipping backward as she flings herself to her feet.

“I have your paperwork, sir!”

“God, you’re loud. Sit down” Dynamight glances at her for a second before his frown deepens. “If you even think about turning my house into the office I’ll write you up for insubordination."

She doesn’t move, only watches as he takes a seat himself and you follow behind, beginning the process of making another cup of something warm.

“I wouldn’t have…. We didn’t know, that uh…” Havoc stutters, looking down.

“That’s she’s pregnant?” he interrupts, a harsh sound— a laugh, maybe—coming from the back of his throat, “No shit, Sherlock. I never said.”

“Sorry, sir,” she says, but Dynamight just rolls his eyes.

“Cut the shit, and I’m serious, by the way. Sit the fuck down, I’m getting tired just looking at your sorry mug. You too, babe.” Dynamight rubs a hand over his face, presses his fingers into his eyes, but the words come out smooth, natural, and like they don’t hurt as he speaks over his shoulder. “Stop making tea for shitheads.”

In her dazed, amazed stupor, Havoc realizes he’s not really talking about her.

Your laugh tinkles from across the kitchen as you put down the teacup and instead start waddling to his side.

“Coming, sorry.”

“You fucking better be. Making my kid’s mom’s feet hurt. You shit.”

As you approach, Dynamight reaches for your hand to help steady you as you slide (with a huff and a puff) into the chair next to him. He gives you one last glance, more of a look-over than anything, before turning to Havoc with a glare, his lips almost in a pout, and she realizes that he’s joking.

“Can’t stand these slow-ass civilians nowadays. Need all these damn sidekicks just to keep them in check."

Havoc nods along, trying not to ruin the moment with a nervous smile, and though he still appears exasperated, Dynamight reaches out with one thick and calloused hand to ruffle her hair.

“Now gimme my damn paperwork. I’m fuckin’ sick of you, kid.”

Next to him, you laugh, and she realizes that his other hand is resting perfectly on your belly.

She knows you’ll be great parents.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo #if u find a typo please tell me i rushed editing #out of character i know but i wanted to explore soft bakugo being soft at home #im going to jimmyjohns im excited #hope this isnt weird im SCARED #i havent done anything like this is so log #long #caitie post #ask #caitie chats #myherhoedream #pregnancy tw #kids tw

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galakticfinn · 8 years ago

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Sequel to This is a Breakout. I’ve posted it as chapter 2 on Ao3.. or you can read the rest under the cut. Normally I say, “you don’t need to read the other one to understand this.” but you kind of do this time. You’ll probably be like “wtf” if you don’t read the other part first. And I’m sorry for misakes, I edited this twice and I still found a typo while I was posting this...

Warnings for mention of torture? (it’s Bor Gullet, you all should know that)

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It had been several years since Cassian had met that pilot – Bodhi Rook. Cassian still found himself thinking about Bodhi, the bravest man he’d ever met. He found himself wondering and hoping that Bodhi was still alive. Had he been convincing enough when he’d made it look like he’d stolen Bodhi’s shuttle? He really hoped so. He’d never forgive himself if Bodhi had died to save him.

When the informant told him that it was an Imperial shuttle pilot that was running around telling people about this so-called planet killer that the Empire was building, he couldn’t help but wonder… was it his pilot? Had Bodhi Rook defected? But that was impossible, Bodhi had told him he couldn’t defect – his family would be killed if he did.

But a part of Cassian still held onto the hope that the pilot would be Bodhi.

Cassian closed his eyes when he started to reassure his informant that it would be okay before squeezing the trigger of his blaster pistol. It was a mercy to kill the man – he was saving him from certain torture and death, but he still felt horrible.

He turned away and started climbing up the side of the building. He had information to get to the Rebellion.

Cassian was getting restless. They’d been in this cell for how long now? An hour? Two hours? It was too long. Cassian had things to be doing, he didn’t have time to be locked in a cell – but he had yet to be presented with a good opportunity to break out.

“Who’s the one in the next cell?” Chirrut’s voice broke into his thoughts and he tore his eyes away from the guards to glance at the other man.

Cassian shrugged and turned back to watching the guards. Maybe they would turn away and he could grab the opportunity to get out of this kriffing cell.

“It’s an Imperial Pilot!” Baze ground out angrily. “I’ll kill him!”

Pilot!

“Wait! No.” Cassian shouldered himself between Baze and the window so that he could see into the other cell. “Back off.”

Cassian looked into the cell, trying to see into the shadows. He couldn’t really see the man in the other cell that well. The man stared hollowly between his legs, huddled in the corner of his cell. It was obvious that the pilot had been tortured to the breaking point. He smelled of stale sweat and his uniform was so dirty you could hardly even see the Imperial insignia.

Cassian swallowed in disgust. He had done some terrible things in the name of the Rebellion – something things that even his superiors didn’t know about. But torturing someone was going too far. No one deserved that kind of brutal treatment. No one.

“Hey,” Cassian called out softly, but with urgency – he didn’t want to scare the man, but he really needed information. “Are you the pilot?” The man shifted and let out a little whimper, but didn’t look up. “Hey, are you the Imperial Pilot? The cargo pilot?”

After a few tense minutes, the man looked up at Cassian. His eyes were wide and wet with tears, his face caked with dirt and sweat. Cassian gasped, because – underneath the layers of dirt and grime – he recognized this man. It was Bodhi Rook. It was his Pilot.

“Bodhi Rook! You’re alive!”

Bodhi blinked at him then whimpered in pain. He clutched his head in his hands and groaned as he looked at Cassian with dull eyes – dull eyes that struggled with recognition. “P-pilot?” he whispered. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.” He muttered repeatedly.

Cassian felt anger run through him. Anger at the Empire and anger at Saw Gerrera. He wanted to go to Gerrera and tear into him for what he’d done to Bodhi. He tortured Bodhi – the bravest, strongest man that Cassian had ever met – and turned him into this trembling, splintered man.

“Bodhi. Hey. It’s okay now.” He wanted to reach through the bars and help him, reassure him, but he couldn’t. He searched through his mind for something to say, something that could trigger Bodhi’s memory. “This is a breakout, Bodhi. It’s a break out.”

“Breakout.” Bodhi muttered. “This is a breakout. Breakout…” he trailed off and looked up at Cassian his eyes widening as realization dawned on him. “C-Cassian Andor!” He shook his head. It couldn’t be, but it was... Cassian Andor was looking at him through the bars of his cell, but it couldn’t be… He clutched at his head again and looked down.

Cassian closed his eyes for a moment. He really wanted to comfort Bodhi. It was obvious that he had been dragged through hell and back. He was still trembling and clutching his head, rocking back and forth as soft gasps fell past his lips. He didn’t want to start questioning Bodhi, but he had a mission to complete. Lives depended on this mission.

“Does the name Erso mean anything to you, Bodhi? Galen Erso? Are you the pilot that defected?”

Bodhi flinched at the name of Galen Erso’s name, but nodded. “I’m the pilot.” He whispered. “I’m the pilot.” He still sounded confused, like he wasn’t sure of his own identity, and the somewhat glazed look remained in his eyes.

Cassian nodded. “Can you tell me the message? Please, Bodhi, I need to know what the message was.”

Bodhi shook his head and closed his eyes. He started mumbling incoherently. Cassian didn’t understand most of them, but he caught the words “planet killer” a few times.

Cassian’s anger came back, even greater than before. How dare they do what they did to this man. He had no idea what kind of torture the rebel extremists had inflicted on Bodhi, but the damage was obvious. He wanted to tear them apart for what they had done.

Then Bodhi looked up at Cassian with clearer eyes. “I brought the message… f-from Eadu. I brought it. I’m the pilot. I’m the pilot.”

A rumble shook the ground and the walls before Cassian could reply.

Cassian jerked to his feet when the ground shook again and moved over to the cell door. People started shouting as the shaking intensified. Not good, but this was also their opportunity to get out. Cassian pulled his security kit out of his boot, quickly working on the locking mechanism outside of the door. After only a moment, the lock shorted out and the door slid open.

Cassian ran over to the table and started rifling through their confiscated weapons, looking for his blaster and commlink.

“Kay-Tu! Come in Kay-Tu!” Cassian said urgently into his commlink once he had located it.

“There you are, Cassian. We have a problem on the horizon.” K-2SO paused for a moment.

“What problem?” Cassian hissed.

“There is no horizon.”

Cassian swallowed and glanced up at the ceiling, rumbles still shaking everything. What the kriff was happening on the surface? Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Not good at all.

Then his eyes widened in realization. The planet killer. It was real and it was here. That had to be it, there wasn’t any other explanation, the shaking was too great to be an Imperial bombing run.

“Yes, yes!” Cassian snapped in slightly irritated panic. “Just lock onto our location and come get us!”

“Five minutes until extraction.” The droid replied. “If I even make.”

Cassian stuffed the commlink into his pocket without replying. Damn kriffing, pessimistic droid. He glanced over at Bodhi’s cell, still closed, where his pilot still sat huddled in the corner. He wanted desperately to run to Bodhi, grab him, and escape from here – but he needed to find Jyn. Everything was coming down around them and if he didn’t get Jyn now she probably wouldn’t survive.

He met Baze’s eyes, “Get the pilot, we need him. I’ll find Jyn.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before he started running through the base. He trusted – hoped – that Baze and Chirrut would release the pilot and get outside to meet the ship. He ran through the base, dodging falling debris. He grabbed someone, demanding the location of Jyn so that they could get the kriff off the planet before they all died.

He finally found Jyn, on her knees while Saw Gerrera stood back from her – looking at her with deep sadness. Cassian lifted his blaster, giving the man a hard glare. Oh, he so wanted to kill him for what he had done to Bodhi. But he lowered his blaster, he didn’t have time for that.

He grabbed Jyn’s hand, “We need to get out of here, now.”

Jyn looked dully up at him, like she wasn’t even aware of everything crumbling down around them and the rumbling in the air. Cassian grabbed her arm – gently but firmly – not having the patience to talk her into leaving. They would get trapped in here if they didn’t get out now.

He pulled Jyn with him back through the catacombs, letting out a sigh of relief when they came out into sunlight. The relief was short-lived, however, when he saw the chaos. The valley was gone, in its place was a billowing, whirling, storm of debris rushing toward them. Cassian looked up at the sky to see a dark object in front of the sun, like a solar eclipse – the planet killer.

Cassian clenched his fists and looked away, looking frantically for his U-Wing – he didn’t have time to dwell on the horror the Empire had just inflicted on this planet. Cassian’s heart lurched when he saw Bodhi, staring up at the sky with the air of a man who had just lost everything. He gave Jyn a gentle push in the direction of the U-Wing then grabbed Bodhi’s hand.

“Move, Bodhi. We have to get out of here.”

He didn’t wait for Bodhi to reply. He just pulled the unresisting man after him, trying not to fall as the ground shook and cracked under their feet. When they reached the platform of the ship, Cassian dragged himself and Bodhi up into the ship.

Cassian immediately scrambled into the cockpit, he was dimly aware of Bodhi following him – the pilot stayed out of the way though. “Come on, come, on. Don’t fail me now.” Cassian muttered as he tried to avoid debris and move the ship away from the center of the storm.

Cassian ran his hand through his hair in relief when they managed to clear the storm and make the jump to lightspeed. They’d made it.

But Jedha City was destroyed.

Cassian stared broodily out into space, everything streaking past so fast. Technically, he didn’t even need to sit in the cockpit – they were still a few hours from Eadu – but he had no desire to sit with everyone else.

He’d seen the Empire do some horrible things over the year, but what they had just done to Jedha City and the surrounded area… He’d honestly had delusions that the Empire couldn’t get any worse. How wrong he’d been.

“You’re showing indications of stress.” K-2SO announced from where the droid sat beside Cassian in the co-pilot seat. “You should be careful. You’re a much worse pilot when you’re stressed.”

Cassian turned in his seat and looked over at the droid with mild amusment and opened his mouth to reply. He stopped when he saw Bodhi enter the cockpit. “Uh, why don’t you go um, check to see if there are any transmission from the Alliance.”

K-2SO looked at Bodhi then turned back to Cassian before standing up. “If you wanted me to leave, you could’ve just said that.”

Bodhi took the seat that K-2SO vacated and watched the droid leave. “Was that my droid?” His voice was stronger than it was before – closer to the confident pilot that Cassian had met years ago.

Cassian let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah.

Bodhi nodded and licked his dry lips. He stared out the window for a moment before looking back at Cassian. “You’re the reason I defected.”

Cassian frowned. “I thought Galen Erso convinced you to defect.”

Bodhi shook his head and looked away. “No. I mean, he asked me to take the message to Jedha – but I was going to refuse.” He looked back at Cassian again, “But then I thought of you. The way that you looked at me. You didn’t look at with disgust – I was your enemy, yet you trusted me.

You said that the Rebel Alliance would welcome me, despite the terrible things that I’ve done. So, I decided I was done with the Empire, I wouldn’t be an accessory to any more atrocities. I would fight for what’s right – or die.” Bodhi’s voice broke and closed his eyes. “But I was too late. Jedha City is gone because of me.”

“That’s not your fault, Bodhi! That was completely out of your control.”

Bodhi didn’t look convinced, he felt like it was his fault. He’d been on Jedha. His family had been on Jedha. It felt like the Empire had chosen Jedha to punish him. And now, because of him, people had died. He felt miserable. But now he wanted to make sure that no one else would die because of this super weapon.

“Would the Rebellion still welcome me?” Bodhi asked softly.

Cassian reached out and took Bodhi’s hand. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re already a member.”

#bodhicassian #sniperpilot #rookandor #bodhiantilles #sw fanfic #**maggie writes**

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