Description: You're the lead singer in your band, rumors are always swirling around that you're dating one of your guitarists but honestly you two are just close friends. However when you get into a back and forth song battle between the singer of another band new rumors come out that you're also with him. The truth will come out, it just might end up being a little messy.
A/N: Hello again. So I had written something for this story already, a college band AU but.. I decided to go with my original idea that I had in the preview. I figured that it would be easier to do and I already had quite a few ideas for it that would be easier to do if the bands were already famous. Everyone is also in their twenties! So here it is! I apologize that I’m changing things around!! Also yes I know that the songs belong to the original artists just for the purpose we are going to pretend that they are original songs from these fictional bands thank you. ☺️ Also sorry for the length I was setting up some back story and things like that!
Songs used this chapter: Womanizer-Britney Spears
Everybody Talks-Neon Trees
Prologue
Superstar, where you from? How’s it going? I know you got a clue what you’re doing.
“So.. I may or may not have made a huge mistake.” You admitted, looking at your other band members after the rather unfortunate release of Ground Zero’s new music video. You were certain that everyone had seen it but weren’t commenting on it quite yet. Weather they were trying to be nice or coming up with a gentle way to bring it up, you weren’t sure. “I may or may not have gone home with Kaminari after drinking at the bar one night and he may or may not have written a song about it and made a bit of a scandalous music video about it.” You were pacing and all of the boys were sitting on the couch, your manager behind the couch.
“Yeah, we saw it. Probably not the best idea that you’ve had.” Your manager, Aizawa, said as he looked towards you. Bored expression on his face as always, he always looked like he’d rather be somewhere else or sleeping. “However we can capitalize on this if we use it correctly.” You were all confused, staring curiously at the man that was to guide you all through your careers. “I propose that you all write a song, release your own music video. Refute his statements.” Aizawa shrugged his shoulders, pushing himself off the back of the couch. “Or whatever you want, I don’t care.” “So wait... we write a song that is basically the opposite of what they said?” Izuku asked, looking towards Aizawa and then back at the group.
You can play brand new to all these other chicks out here but I know what you are. What you are baby
“Shouldn’t be too hard, I’m sure that you’ve all got some opinions on him. I’ll see you all in a few days to check on your progress.” Aizawa shrugged his shoulders, knowing that this could end in quite a lot of press for both bands so it could end up well for them, if they played it correctly.
“Yeah, honestly shouldn’t be too hard. In fact I have some ideas already.” You murmured, bringing out your notebook and starting to write just a few things.
“We can really play on what the press says about him, I have a few ideas of what we can do too!” Izuku said happily as he brought out his own notebook.
Look at you, gettin’ more than just a re-up. Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up.
You were more than grateful for your little group of friends that you had, even more so for the fact that they were so supportive and you were all talented enough to be in a band with the popularity you had. Life hadn’t always been exactly been easy for you. You were the fifth Todoroki child, the mistake that sent your mother to a mental hospital is what your father had called you. A surprise is what Fuyumi always said. Your parents had basically been an arranged marriage, Rei’s parents wanting money and your father more than willing to pay a large sum of money to have a beautiful wife. He didn’t quite care about anything other than good genes for his children. And Rei wasn’t only beautiful but she was also well educated and Enji wanted children to show off. Children to take over his law firm for him, children to marry off to powerful people.
Touya was the first to rebel, as the first born son Enji had been thrilled. He was supposed to go to college, get high marks in law school and take over the family law firm. Though Touya had other plans, he dyed his hair, got piercings and tattoos and now he was the wardrobe and make up for the band. Natsuo and Fuyumi had conformed to their fathers wishes. Natsuo going to law school and getting the high marks, graduating with honors and was set to take over the law firm when their father wanted to step down. Fuyumi had married a high profile doctor and had her own three children.
Fakin’ like a good one but I call ‘em like I see ‘em. I know what you are, what you are baby.
Then came the surprise twins. Enji had just wanted another son to be partner in the law firm, but you had been a surprise. They hadn’t ever expected to have twins. Enji wanted Shoto, he wanted that second son to help take over for him. Touya was a failure in his eyes so he wanted a second chance. He did not, however, want another daughter to marry off. That was what you ended up being, even if you got good marks in school and could have ended up as a partner. Enji didn’t believe in that, women stayed at home to tend to the children and keep house.
You didn’t have an ideal childhood. Attempting to raise that many children on her own, that close in age was difficult. Rei struggled after the twins had arrived, even if Fuyumi helped as much as she could at her young age. Enji liked to blame you for the fact that your mother ended up in a mental hospital, you were the unwanted child. Even if he was the one who had placed her there, keeping her away from all of her children.
Daddy-o, you got the swagger of a champion. Too bad for you, you just can’t find the right companion.
It had been a rough, and rocky road but the one thing that had managed to get you through was music. Listening to it, writing it, singing it. Music and your next door neighbor, Shinsou Hitoshi. He shared your passion for music, plus his house was easy to escape to when things were less than ideal at your own home.
Growing up you’d gotten better at writing songs and Shoto and even shown an interest in music as well. Something that Enji was not happy about. Shoto’s friend Izuku was also interested in music and they’d all kind of drug Shinsou into it. They’d played together, written songs together and had eventually been taken up by an up and coming manager who believed in them. They continued to gain popularity and were successful. Thought it wasn’t the success that Enji wanted for his children.
I guess when you have one too many, makes it hard, it could be easy. Who you are, that’s just who you are, baby.
Writing the new song wasn’t too hard, they all managed to come up with ideas, lines, the music to go with it. That coupled with the amount of time it took to actually record the song, refine it and shoot a music video it was exhausting once the entire process was finished.
“Oh I never want to do that again.. that was too quick to have to force a song out.” Y/N groaned as she leaned back against the couch, watching over the final product of the video that they’d just shot the day before.
“You’re telling me, I hope this doesn’t become a thing. I feel like I haven’t slept in days.” Shinsou complained, rubbing a hand over his face.
“You already don’t sleep to begin with.” Izuku shot back at Shinsou as they all sat around the laptop to look over the finished product. “Are you uh... sure that’s what you want to be wearing in the video?” Izuku asked, a pink dusting on his cheeks.
Lollipop must mistake me, you’re the sucker to think that I would be a victim not another. Say it, play it, how you want it, But no way I’m never gonna fall for you. Never you baby.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I kind of like you.” You smiled at the faux leather jumpsuit that you were wearing in the video, a front zip pulled down to show off some cleavage. It was the perfect outfit in your opinion. “Now just to upload it to our YouTube and let it go from there.”
Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer. Oh womanizer, oh, you’re a womanizer baby.
It had been a few days but news outlets were still reporting on the music video from Ground Zero and the radio silence from Hero’s. Everyone was waiting anxiously, including the lead singer of Ground Zero. It was quite obvious who the song was about, he didn't know how much more obvious he could have been. So the silence was disheartening for sure.
So when the news outlets finally started reporting about a new video uploaded to the Hero's YouTube, everyone was in a frenzy.
Hey baby, won’t you look my way? I can be your new addiction. Hey baby, what you got to say? All you’re giving me is fiction.
"Hey Denks, looks like your girl finally answered." Mina murmured, pointing to the tv where the news story was playing, turning up the volume as an over eager Kaminari looked desperately at the tv.
"Well it looks like the wait is finally over. Hero's has released their music video in response to Ground Zeros video released last week, although it does not seem like the feelings are mutual." The newscaster smiled into the camera before looking over at her co-anchor.
"No it seems lead singer Y/N does not feel the same about Kaminari Denki, playing on the fact that he has been reported as a player in her lyrics. Let's take a look at the video now."
"What?! Oh come on it's not my fault that the media paints me like that!" Denki complained from the couch, sitting up from his lounging position on the couch.
"I mean you don't exactly do anything to change their mind... weather it's true or not." Kirishima murmured as the music started, instantly getting shushed by Denki.
I’m a sorry sucker and this happens all the time. I find out that everybody talks, everybody talks. Everybody talks.
The video was... Jarring to say the least. Kaminari had to admit that at least she was playing up all the stereotypes about him. It was a smart move and he didn’t blame her in the least.
"Well damn I guess she doesn't want to go out." Kaminari pouted as the video finished and the story continued on the screen.
“Yeah can’t say that your chances are probably real strong on that front.” Mina winced as she watched the video, almost feeling bad for Kaminari but he had brought this on himself.
It started with a whisper and that was when I kissed her. And then she made my lips hurt. I can hear the chit chat. Take me to your love shack, mama’s always gotta back track, when everybody talks back.
"While it seems like she's giving Kaminari Denki the cold shoulder she's really cozied up to fellow band member Shinsou Hitoshi, despite them adamantly denying they are dating." A paparazzi picture flashed on the screen of you walking out of a restaurant, Shinsou's arm around your shoulder as you two laughed at something.
"In fact both of them seem to keep their dating lives fairly private, so I wonder if they are secretly dating each other. They are frequently seen out together, and it always seems like Shinsou has a hand on her. Their social media would suggest they could be dating, they have multiple pictures together." The second co-anchor said as multiple pictures flashed of the two of you on the screen.
"They could be, if they are at least it seems like Shinsou would have approval from two of Y/N's brothers, considering Shoto is in the band and Touya is their fashion designer. They all seem to get along quite well and are often seen out together whenever they do go out. So if they are together I hope they’re happy.”
Hey honey, you could be my drug. You could be my new prescription. Too much could be an overdose. All this trash talk make me itchin’ Oh my, my shit. Everybody talks everybody talks, too much.
“Yikes now it really looks like you don’t have a chance.” Mina winced, flipping the tv off as she looked over at Kami.
“If she’s the kind that will cheat on her boyfriend with someone she meets at the bar I don’t think she’s the kind of person you want to be with.” Bakugou grumbled, having been quiet the entire time they’d been talking.
“Yeah Bakubro is right, no way that you’d want to be with someone like that you know?” Kirishima sighed as he leaned against the counter.
“They aren’t dating, we both talked about the fact that we were single. As much as that part of my life is in the news, she doesn’t quite share that much information with the public. I mean I guess technically I don’t either, people just assume.... either way. Guys I think that we need to give them a response!” Kaminari said enthusiastically as everyone else groaned.
Never thought I’d live to see the day, where everybody’s words got in the way. Hey. Hey Sugar show me all your love. All you’re giving me is friction. Hey sugar, what you gotta say?
“Well in a turn of events that we did not foresee it seems that Ground Zero has released a new music video in response to Hero’s response to their last video.” The news reporter said cheerily as she straightened the papers in front of her.
“Yes, it looks like we have a bit of a song battle going on now. I wonder if these two will actually speak to each other, or if they will just keep going back and forth with their songs.”
“Looks like you guys have some more work to do.” Aizawa said with a rare smile as he turned to look at the band members behind him.
It started with a whisper, and that was when I kissed her. Everybody talks, everybody talks back.
Summary: With the bills piling up and no way to know when you will be able to return to work. Your roommate suggests you take a call center job where you can work from home. The job? being an anonymous person for Pro Heroes to vent to.
But no amount of training could prepare you for just how quickly your first caller makes you cry.
Genre: Strangers to lovers, Pro Hero AU
Wordcount: 5.4k Part 1/6
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Part 2
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Also posted on AO3 (most of my work is hanging out there♥)
use of pet names, cursing, and a bit of sassiness. But that's about it for this chapter. (Also this is my first time posting anything significant here, please be gentle with me♥)
It had to have been one of the strangest series of events leading to where you were sitting now. In the comfort of your own home, being berated by a complete stranger on the other end of a phone. Completely blanking on what you should even say to him. Your mind raced to try and come up with even a simple hello to offer him. And instead, all that left your mouth was a stuttering mess of words. That didn’t even sound close to what you were trying to say.
“I’m sorry what did you say?” You tried your best to make your voice revert back to its normal pitch, but it was already too late.
“I said, why the hell do you sound nervous?” He repeats himself a bit gruffly into the phone. “Ain't this your job?”
Oh, if only he knew.
This was your very first day on this job. You weren’t even supposed to be taking live calls today! But when your trainer had called off, your manager sent the email that you would be flying solo. You were already anxious over the fact that you didn’t really know what you were really doing. Let alone having to suffer through figuring it out on your own. None of the training you received during the past week. Had prepped you for when someone was already pissed off and ready to take it out on you.
See, this job wasn’t something you really wanted to take on. But with a small series of unfortunate events you were forced to take what you could. You loved your old job, you really REALLY did. And eventually, you would be able to go back to it. But when you slipped on a rogue chunk of ice and broke your leg in a work-related accident three weeks ago. You were temporarily stuck at home, unable to work.
Of course, you would receive temporary help from the government since you got hurt on the job. But they had been dragging their ass on getting all of the paperwork approved. A bunch of back and forth between your boss and the local office. At some point last week they even lost your application and you had to start all over. Which only meant that the time you had to wait was growing more and more each day.
The bills had started to roll in. And you were looking around every which way to try and find a way to cover everything for the end of the month.
But you loved your job. Working at one of the newer nightclubs in the downtown area. A newly renovated bank that had three separate floors and a huge dance floor. You loved the live DJs on the weekends and you really liked most of your coworkers. The atmosphere was great and you even got to drink a little while working. But most importantly it paid the bills.
Until recently.
Unfortunately, without the ability to freely move around you were all but useless at work. Your job required you to run around most of the night, dealing with people and making sure you were seen. Being the host of a sought-after club was a tiring job, but one you loved.
But with no money left in savings and no real-time frame to give your boss on when you would be able to return to work. You started fumbling around ideas with your roommate about what you could do.
And her answer was simple.
She excitedly told you about one of her friends. Who worked for a company that dealt with customer service. It was a niche crowd they catered to, but from the small rundown you were given it sounded like it was right up your alley. You could work from home, you already had the set up for it thanks to your extensive desk setup for your pc gaming.
It wasn't until you had accepted the offer and signed the NDA. Did you find out all the gory details of what it was that you signed up for.
You would be working as a sort of anonymous voice for people to call and talk to. Like a therapist, but without needing the qualifications for one. You would be there for someone to vent to and their frustration out with. And while it seemed easy enough as soon as you signed those papers. Your manager was quick to pipe up and tell you that those people would in fact be pro heroes. You were now legally bound to keep any and all information that was told to you a secret, for at least the next five years. It didn’t matter how dark or juicy the information you heard was, you couldn’t tell a soul about it. The calls weren’t even going to be recorded to protect the privacy of those who called in. You wouldn’t know who would be calling, or what they wanted until they were on the line. Waiting for you to lead them to your ear. You were told they needed to leave the call satisfied to keep your job.
The satisfied part was a kind of gray area.
That meant it was your job to talk to them about whatever they wanted. If they wanted to complain about some part of their jobs or the way their wives were yelling and screaming. Even went as far as to talk about much more private matters. Although you hoped that wouldn't be the case.
One thing was made clear to you though. You weren't able to disclose much information about yourself. And you weren't able to tell anyone about what the mysterious heroes told you. You couldn't ask who they were or pry too hard into their personal lives. You were simply an anonymous person to who they could talk to.
Maybe if you hadn’t learned about who would be calling, then your nerves wouldn’t have been so bad. But it was the fact that you could very well be talking to well-known and popular heroes. That made you shiver in dread. It wasn’t like you paid much attention to heroes or kept up with following them, but still. They were important people who risked their lives every day in order to keep you safe.
“You fuckin’ pass out or something?” The loud gruff voice on the other end of the line grumbles, pulling you out of your daydream.
“I’m sorry!” You mumble quietly.
You didn’t mean to space out, but the reality of the situation you got yourself into was doing a number on your nerves. Readjusting in your seat you take a moment to try and calm yourself down. If you couldn’t pull it together then this was going to be the last time you ever got to answer that phone. And right now you needed the money.
“Don’t apologize if you didn’t do nothin’, I hate that shit.” He barks into the receiver.
“Le, let me start over!” you try your best to collect your thoughts before you open your mouth again. “Hi, I know we don’t know each other, but i’m-”
And you stop yourself.
The stern voice of your manager over the phone started to ring in your mind. They weren’t allowed to know your name, and like an idiot, you had almost blurted it out. God, how were going to manage to do this if you kept forgetting the simple stuff? He hasn’t even been on the phone with you for two whole minutes and you have already blown this.
“Your what?” He asks, and you can hear a slight sigh of frustration leave his mouth.
“I’m sorry! I’m normally better at this type of thing,” You say lowly.
God and now you felt horrible. You just admitted to a guy, a fucking pro that you couldn’t even handle the basics of your job. Which in black and white terms should be easy as pie. But for whatever reason, you just weren’t getting it. You couldn’t make your mind and your mouth work properly.
“Told you to stop doing that shit!” He growls, and you feel yourself reel a bit from the phone.
Now, this is just great, not only were you failing at doing the job you signed up for. But you had also pissed off your first and probably only last client. With the anxiety and now the threat of losing your only job. You felt your emotions start to crack under the pressure. None of the training you went through for the past week had prepared you for this. And you know that once your manager caught wind of your fuck up you were done for.
You tried your best to cease the welling of tears in your eyes, but they were on the verge of spilling over.
“Don't tell me your gonna start cryin’, that's the last thing I need.” He moans into the receiver.
"I'm s-"
"Don't" He growls into the phone.
The way he barked at you just seems to make it worse. And with a sad little gasp, you feel the first tear break free of your waterline and slide gently down your cheek. Your skin was already heated from having such an awful first day. And now you had a man downright angry at you for doing as simple as apologizing to him.
"Do you wanna do anything other than bark orders at me?" You say with a sniff, wiping the tears from your eyes. "As you can tell I'm already having a rough enough time!"
"Course I got stuck with the crybaby." He replies with a sarcastic tone. "Listen, sweetheart, I need you to close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths for me."
He still sounded mad, and his tone almost made you not want to listen to him. But after another soft sob leaves your mouth you decide to take the olive branch he was extending out to you. Doing as he told you, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. As if he can see your exact motions he starts talking yet again.
“Hold it for five seconds.”
And you do. As hard as it was to force your lungs to cooperate, you follow his instructions. Letting the breath out when he gives you the prompt. Breathing in again and holding it when he tells you to. He guided you smoothly through the entire process. Not missing a single beat as he softens his voice just enough to take the edge off your bubbling anxiety. You don’t know if he was doing it on purpose or not, but it was helping.
After a couple of minutes is when you noticed that he wasn’t as angry sounding anymore. If anything he was talking lower and almost softer to you. Keeping his voice smooth despite the gravelly tone he still carried. Focusing on his voice and listening to his guidance. Was making the tightness in your chest decrease. You had stopped crying and you finally felt comfortable enough to open your eyes once more. He must have been able to hear your breathing go back to normal. But he still gave you a few moments of silence before he said anything.
“You good?” He asked, his voice remaining soft.
And it kinda killed you to admit that it worked. You were no longer feeling so emotionally overwhelmed. Oddly enough felt a little bit of comfort from the asshole even if he was the root cause for your small breakdown.
"Yeah," You say softly. "Thank you."
He simply grunts on the other end before you hear the soft click of the line going dead. Leaving you sitting there listening to a dial tone completely stunned. It was one thing to critique how you handled yourself during that call. But it was another to just hang up on you without a word. Especially after going out of his way to walk you through an emotional breakdown.
Ripping the headphones off your head you hit the button to fully end the call. Pushing yourself away from your desk and forcing yourself to stand. A little haphazardly on your feet. Searching around for your crutches and pulling them to your body. You shuffle your way out of your bedroom and almost stumble into the living room. Your roommate at the kitchen counter looks up at you with a smile.
"How'd it go?" She asks brightly.
You just gave her a look that said more than you ever could. And in an instant, she was shutting her laptop and walking over to you. She slowly follows you as you limp over to the couch and flop down with a tired huff.
"I fucked it!" You moan letting your crutches fall to the floor and place your head in your hands. "Guy hated me, I'm gonna get fired!"
"I'm sure you didn't do that bad!" She tried to reassure you. "What makes you think you messed up so bad?"
Oh God, you didn't even want to admit it. It was far too embarrassing that it happened just a few moments ago. But to admit that you had a mini breakdown with a total stranger.
And fucking pro hero at that!
"I cried on him. He was being mean and I started crying" You admit after a few moments of internal struggling.
She didn't say anything for a moment longer than was comfortable. And you lift your head just long enough to catch a glimpse of her confused expression. Which in return confused you.
"I uh, hey it's OK! it was your first time! I'm sure Riko will have mercy on you." She says trying to comfort you.
But it was no use. You knew that you were about to be handed a swift kick in the ass out the door. How could you not once your manager gets the feedback from your interaction. The only thing you had left to do was go ahead and uninstall all the programs from your computer. And just wait for the dreaded call from her.
You spent the rest of the evening painfully recalling the phone call to her. Reliving every embarrassing detail that your mind hadn't blacked out. To save yourself from trauma. She took pity on you and ordered some takeout from your favorite place down the street. And helped you eventually laugh over the entire fiasco.
"I mean. He talked you through it?" She said with a giggle. "If some guy did that for me, pretty sure I would have thrown a ring at him instantly!"
“But he was so mean about it!” You tried to argue, catching her giggling fit.
“But I like 'em mean!” She laughs a bit harder as she watches your face contort into another face of embarrassment. “Oh my god! You do too!”
“Stop!” You whine, throwing your head away from her direction and falling over dramatically.
“Who do you think it was?” She asks tugging you back up into a sitting position.
You think about it for a moment, but come up blank. You didn’t follow any of the news anymore since you moved to the city. There were too many crime and horror stories playing on a loop. So you opted to just never turn on the tv unless you needed some kind of background noise. So in reality you had no real grasp on just how many heroes there were out there, nor did you know any of their names. And you liked it better that way until she had to go and open her mouth bout it.
“You know we aren't allowed to know that!” you chide. “Besides, it's not like it’s gonna matter anyway. He could be a scaly lizard man for all I care, the guy was still a jerk!”
“Are there any lizard pros out there?” She asks innocently.
And it was the way she looked while trying to rack her brain for that little piece of information. Sent you into another fit of giggles.
That night you went to bed feeling a little bit better. Yeh, you were probably going to lose your job in the morning, but at least you weren’t tearing yourself up over it as much. You might struggle for a little bit, but you could find another job until your worker's comp kicked in. That was going to be one of the first things you started to look at in the morning would be another job. You weren’t gonna let this one mistake haunt you forever.
You didn’t try to let yourself wallow in the mistake you made. But as you lay there getting comfortable under your plush sheets. Tucking your covers under your feet. You can’t help but let your mind wander over who your mystery man could have been. He seemed pretty rude to someone who was supposed to be a pro. He didn’t do anything but berate and criticize you and he even called you a crybaby!
But when he was talking you through your panic attack he did seem concerned. His voice did soften even if he was annoyed about it. He walked you through each and every step in a cool collected manner, making sure that you were ok before he moved on. Maybe it was just the years of hero training that he held under his belt. That made him revert into being a comfort for some stranger. but you hated to admit that he did succeed in making you feel better.
Even if he did just hang up on you after.
When you woke up the next morning, you immediately hobble into the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee. Deaf is set on finding something new for work. You check your emails on your phone out of habit. Sorting through spam emails. And checking to see if you had anything of importance waiting for you. And sent two hours ago was an email marked important from your manager Riko.
Here it was the dreaded email about how she was letting you go. She didn't even want to be bothered to call you and let you know. Accepting your fate you finally click on it and let it load.
And as you start to read she is letting you know that the mystery man from yesterday gave you a positive review. How she was glad to know that you would be a nice fit for the company if you kept up the good work!
But you blew it yesterday, why would he lie and say that you did well?
You stood at the counter in your kitchen a little flabbergasted by the email. Even more, confused as to why he would do something like that for you, a total stranger. He didn't owe it to you.
You gave yourself a little bit of time to process the fact you still had a job. Before you made your way back to your room and sat down at your computer. Turning it on and letting it start up for the day. Taking your time to fiddle with various things before you had to start work for the day. Fetching your coffee. And a small snack before you hit the button signaling you were officially online and ready for the day.
And it seemed like everything for the next two weeks went great. Your only mishap had been that first unfortunate phone call. Every other person you talked to was tired but nice.
Day after day filled you in on their lives and the things going wrong or right in them. They always thanked you for being a kind and open ear for them to vent to. And to be honest, even when they opened up about their failures. Or infidelity it wasn't as awkward or embarrassing as you initially thought it would be. You weren't there to judge, you were only there to listen.
As much as it left a bad taste in your mouth, you powered through it all. And you even started to feel more confident in your ability to do the job you had been hired for. Each phone call shows you new ways to show compassion to a group of people you didn't know needed so much support.
It was a lonely job, you found out quickly. Long hours and even longer emotional turmoil followed. The work never really stopped for heroes. Something was always taking up their time, be that a mission. Or being stuck at a scene fighting a villain for hours on end.
You understood now just how much it probably meant for them to have a place to vent. Someone anonymous person that they could spill their heart and soul to and get a few things off their chest. Which is why when they told you about the kid they couldn't save, you let them cry it out. Reminding them of all the people they did manage to save. When they admitted to sleeping that one time with a coworker you didn't have the heart to really scold them. It wasn't ok by any means but they all seemed to be touched starved and looking for an outlet.
It was a Friday evening when you were almost done for the day. You had a whopping five minutes left before you could shut down your software and clock out for the day. You had managed to fit in about six people to talk with. So it was been pretty busy for you.
But as you were about to hit the button to take yourself offline. You got the notification that someone was calling your line. And as much as you wanted to ignore the call, your wonderful roommate burst through your door.
"He asked for you! I'm sorry!" She whispered to you as you look over at her in a bit of shock.
Who the hell would ask for you? They didn't even know your name. What defining characteristics could they give the dispatcher in order to get to you? With a bit of a huff, you turn in your chair and hit the button, with your roommate standing close by trying to be nosey.
"Hello?" You greet the person on the other end with a happy tone.
"Bout fuckin time crybaby. Thought you might have quit or somethin'.”
The sound of the familiar gruff voice made your blood run cold, a shiver taking over your body. It was the guy from your first phone call. His voice had been haunting you still even after all this time had passed. Late at night when you were kiting in bed unable to sleep, tossing and turning into the night. His voice echoed in your mind. Berating you and making you feel bad all over again just for the simple fact that you freaked out.
Instantly all over again just hearing the sound of his rough voice. Forces your mind to once again fill with cotton, it was almost impossible to think.
“I, uh. Hello to you too?” You say as more of a question than a greeting.
This was a truly unexpected turn of events. You never in a million years thought that someone would ask for you, let alone be this guy again. You were sure he would have avoided you like the plague. Especially if your first interaction was anything to go by.
“So she does know how to talk.” He says a little sarcasm dripping from his voice.
It was at that moment that you knew you would punch him in his stupid smartass face. If you ever had the unfortunate chance of meeting this man in real life. He was clearly one of those people who took pride in bullying other people. Loud and obnoxious at that!
“Only when people aren’t being rude.” You retort a little too quickly. You hear the soft gasp of your roommate behind you as she inches closer to you. Her desire to snoop becomes too much to shoulder any longer. “But I can almost bet you don’t know how to be anything else.”
No, your time for the past couple of weeks had been far too easy, and this was karma coming back to bite you in the ass. What other reason would this man have for calling you up at almost the time you should be clocking out? If not for belittling you for a second time?
“Oof really got me with that one.” He stifles a chuckle at your words.
It just pissed you off more that he thought you were joking.
“I’ve got a whole lot more I could say, but I won’t because I wasn’t raised to bully people.” You try to mimic his tone.
“Calm down ya fuckin’ crybaby, it was just a joke.” He doesn’t even bother to cover up the fact that he was laughing at you now.
Forget punching him. Murder only carried a fifteen-year stint in prison, it might be worth it. Even with the impulsive thought running through your mind. You tried your best to collect yourself. Even if he was only here to rub salt in your emotional wounds, you didn’t want him to have the stratification of winning.
“Can I ask why you're calling me?” You asked. Turning on the pristine customer service voice you had perfected over the years.
You were over it already. This man had you about three seconds away from just hanging up and clocking out anyway. It wasn’t like the calls were recorded. You could easily lie and say your internet went out or something else happened. You didn’t have to sit here and take verbal abuse from a stranger pro hero or not.
“Don’t come at with that fake personality bullshit, I hate that.” He barks losing his almost giggly enthusiasm.
“You don’t like anything I do, so why would you ask for me?”
You can almost hear him pause on the other end, like the question itself never crossed his mind. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit that he called to give you a second round of grief.
“Ain’t you supposed to listen to me talk? What’s with the game of twenty questions huh?” He snarled into the line.
The fact that you seem to get under his skin even just a little bit made you smile. It was petty and small but you got back at him in some kind of fashion. His defensive tone was too easy to pick up on.
“Sure, what would you like to talk about today?” You ask sweetly. “Bully anyone new lately?”
“I wanna talk about you.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes at his answer. Like hell you were going to give him the satisfaction of knowing anything about you. Not that you could tell much of anything, to begin with.
“Like what?” You ask, trying to keep up the overly sweet tone in your voice to set him off a little faster.
“Why’d you start bawlin’ your eyes out on me the other day for starters.”
The question should have been obvious to anyone with ears. He came out the gate being mean and calling you names. Mix that with the fact you were already overwhelmed and stressed. Had led to your slight emotional breakdown. But for the life of you, you couldn’t tell if he was just trying to bait you or if he just didn’t get it.
“Isn’t it obvious?” You snap. “Thought the problem was pretty evident.”
You can hear him huff and move something on his end. Sounded like maybe he was at a desk or something and he was rearranging things on it, maybe a stack of papers or a file. But the more you listened in on the silence on the other end you could hear the faint talking of people. They sounded far enough away that he wouldn’t be heard, but still close enough for you to pick up on their voices.
“Help me out here Princess, I ain't got all day.” The words left his mouth but they didn’t carry the same acidity as yours did.
Maybe he didn’t know why you started crying on him that first day. He just so happened to be the one who lit the match.
“Are you being serious? Or is this just another ploy to mess with me?’ You ask, unwilling to let yourself fall so easily into a trap.
“Just answer the damn question!” He grumbles into the phone.
And as you think for a moment about if you should tell him the truth or not. You can hear the faint clicks of a keyboard along with the crinkle of paper on his end of the line. You ponder on what it is he has to be doing while he is on the phone with you. Letting yourself get a little distracted by the background noise you hear. You have done this for long enough that you can pick up where most people are.
If it was loud, with lots of voices and traffic noises you knew they were on their way back from patrol. If you heard clicks and soft chatter most likely they were in their office. It was rare that you ever received a phone call with dead silence in the background. Though you suppose that with their line of work nothing stays silent for long.
“You there?” He calls out softly, almost like he expected you to have hung up by now.
“Sorry, I got distracted.” You say, and before he has a chance to bark out something rude you decide to indulge him just a little. “It was my first day, and I wasn’t supposed to work solo for another week.”
“Did I make you nervous?”
You can just tell he had a smirk on his face from the way he asked. He wanted to know if you were intimidated by just his voice.
“You were being mean.” You offer as a reason, not that it made it sound any less pathetic.
You hear the soft chuckle he lets out, and the squeak of the leather on his chair as he moves.
“Is that all it takes to get you worked up?” He laughs. “Good to know.”
You had a snarky reply just itching to roll off your tongue, but you were cut off by the sound of an alarm going off close by. And it was almost an instant switch in his voice, the way he went from being teasing to serious in less than a second.
“Gotta go, catch ya later crybaby.”
And without waiting for you to reply he hangs up once again on you. Leaving you sitting there listening to the dial tone of the dead phone line echo in your earphones. And for the second time in less than a month, you are left stunned by his lack of telephone skills.
“Who was it?”
The voice behind you calls out and your shriek when you realize you haven’t been alone this entire time. Throwing your headset off your ears and jerking your body in your gaming chair. Coming almost nose to nose with your roommate.
“It was that guy.” You finally manage to get out, holding your hand to your chest. “The one that made me cry.”
She looks just as shocked as you feel. As you try to force your heart to stop hammering away in your chest from her jumpscare.
“Sounds like it went a little better this time,” She smirks a little. “And he asked for you too!”
Her smirk turns into a full-blown impish smile as she gives you a look.
“How did he ask for me?”
She gives you enough room to be able to push yourself back from your desk and let you clock yourself out. Before standing up and grabbing your set of crutches next to you. She follows you at a slow pace as you walk out of your bedroom and into the living room. Almost flopping down onto the soft cushions of your shared couch, before she joins you.
She was already pulling out her phone and clicking through the dispatch log. Before you even registered what she was doing. A sly smile still playing on her lips as he clicks on a timestamp and hands you the phone.
And as you read the quick set of dialog that they record before each call. You see the words you were dreading finding out.
‘Lemme talk to the crybaby!’
In big bold letters was staring right at you. your roommate falls over with the biggest fucking laugh you have ever heard from her. A tiny snort leaves her when she moves her head to look at your face once more.
Sorry I've been gone for so long!!! I've gained some new followers and likes on my stuff so I wanted to say hello to anyone new and promise you that I do plan on coming back. 👏🏻
Life has been nothing short of hectic! I've personally being dealing with a lot of mental health issues but I'm finally at my baseline again and feeling good! My husband had some health issues too, which triggered my mental health just a bit and it's just been a rough year!
I've been slowly working on Distant Shores and My Type. I also don't want to put anything out half finished or not goodish at least. So I'll work on them this weekend and into next week. My husband is leaving for the week so I'll have lots of time! I promise I'll get something out for yall!
The gala around you is all bright and pleasant chatter. Glasses clinking, black and starry skies above you, men and women—all of them heroes, pro heroes—dressed in pretty, form-fitting dresses and expensive designer suits. Somewhere off to the side there’s a small orchestra, more strings than winds, playing something pleasant and fluttery and light.
Deku—Izuku, as he keeps insisting you call him—and Dynamight—Bakugou, you have to keep reminding yourself, after he’d snapped at you the other week (“How many times have I told you, Cakes? Call me by my damn name”)—have slipped away from you, not surprisingly. It was agreed upon by their concerned friends that tonight you’re to act as their temporary handler (their babysitter, as Chargebolt cheekily put it, to which Bakugou spat back an immediate and indignant, Fuck you).
In Deku-Dynamight Agency, you’re just the simple receptionist, though you suspect their friends pushed this job on you because… well, you don’t know why.
Bottom line? You’re supposed to keep them out of trouble, since they seem endlessly magnetized toward it. Last year while chasing a villain, Izuku left crater-like footprints in a small retirement community—accidental. You were so horrified that you went there yourself, apologizing profusely on his behalf to a small crowd of aunties and uncles. All of them forgave you and gifted you perfectly baked cookies and cupcakes and sweet-crusted breads. Some of them called you sweetheart while others pinched your cheeks, like your own grandmother used to do.
And it was just the other week when Bakugou destroyed a whole preschool—also accidental. It was after hours so no one was in the building, but now they’re making him help with the clean up as well as pay for all the damage. Which is fair, you told him, nearly scolding him, as Deku and the rest of his friends sat around and watched, open-eyed and gaping, because Bakugou just sat there and took it, bristling, though never once barking back at you.
And maybe that’s why you’re here tonight: because, despite yourself, you seem the only person who can manage your bosses’ more difficult idiosyncrasies. Especially Bakugou’s.
Chapter Warnings: Nothing much, jealous Bakugou, a touch suggestive at the end. This is really just a filler chapter honestly. Getting a few things out of the way.
A/N: Hello all! Yes I'm sorry it took me so so long to get this out. I was going through a lot with family things and my own mental health and it took me a bit to come back and finish this up! I've been writing bits and pieces as they come. Hope you enjoy. (:
Bakugous words rang in your ears as you prepared for the celebration that was to happen tonight. The one to celebrate his friends arrival. You knew it was important, something that had to be done, but you were dreading it. Just another night of Bakugou getting drunk, flirting with some woman and going home with her while you sat and hoped for something.
Though as you braided back your hair, something that thankfully one of the thralls here had taught you, you were surprised by Bakugou waltzing into your shared bedroom. Despite what you'd been through with your husband you couldn't deny that he was handsome. Bare chest almost always on display, defined muscles stood out on his chest and arms without him even trying. Long, blond hair pulled back into a braid to signify his wins in battles. That voice that could send a thrill through you. His large hands that you wanted wrapped around your...
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” You heard that raspy voice ask you, pulling you out of your thoughts that were quickly moving towards being inappropriate. You felt your face flush as you turned so your back was to him, and continued to braid your hair.
“No reason, I wasn’t looking at you any type of way.” You murmured, finishing up the braid. It wasn’t as perfect or as intricate as the ones that were usually done for you but you were satisfied.
“Mmm.” Was the only response you received, you could feel his eyes on your back. It was almost as if he was trying to figure out what he had come in here to begin with. “They suit you... the braids.” He murmured, hand moving to tug on the end of the braid. Your face flushed a deeper shade of pink as you felt this and heard the compliment.
You turned towards him, seeing his own face was a very light shade of pink as he cleared his throat and offered his arm. “It’s about time that we head out there.” Right... to the feast, where everyone would be watching you. Judging you. You stood up, taking his arm and taking a deep breath as you readied yourself for it all. “It will be alright, a bit more crowded but it will be okay.”
You hoped he was right.
It was strange, having all of your husbands attention on you, during a dinner like this it was generally the opposite. He'd sit next to you at the table, but beyond that he didn't pay one scrap of attention to you. Tonight however, you found yourself sandwiched between your husband and the other earl, Izuku. Things were just a bit tight now that the second earl had joined all of you. This fact either irritated your husband, the fact that another man was so close to you, or he was taking his vow of keep you safer very seriously as he kept a large, warm hand on your knee underneath of the table. You spared glances every so often over to him, taking note of his scowl and overall irritated expressions while Izuku spoke to you. You couldn't help but be enthralled by Izuku’s tales. They were thrilling, adventures that you couldn't even imagine.
Your entire life had been spent in a castle, let out on the grounds every once in a while, sometimes going out to the village nearby but not often were you let out of your gilded cage. When you were let out it was heavily guarded, and not for long. So no adventures to be had. These were some of the most interesting stories that you’d heard, and you couldn’t help but be enthralled at everything Izuku was telling you, it was certainly the most interesting dinner conversation you’d had since coming here.
Bakugou POV
Why was she so interested in what that nerd had to say? It wasn't anything he wouldn't have been able to tell her... except he hadn't. He hadn't told her anything, other than the occasional few words spoken between them Bakugou hadn't told her anything. About himself, his life, his people. He wasn't quite sure what he'd expected of her, he supposed the stories were interesting enough but that didn't mean he wasn't jealous. He didn't think he had a right to feel jealous, he'd left her in the dark for so long. Uncared for, unprotected but he was going to change that. He was working hard on changing it.
Never had he been so jealous of anyone or anything. Something that had your attention, something he desperately wanted at this point. Something he wanted to beg for; but Katsuki Bakugou didn't beg. He also hadn't ever been jealous like this, or ever. So he supposed there was a first for everything. He was also jealous of the fact that you'd been disappearing with that bastard Todoroki. He was too wrapped up in trying to drown out Izuku, of trying to keep his thoughts in check that he hadn't even realized his hand on your thigh tightened. That is until your hand gently touched his arm under the table and he noticed your concerned expression as you looked at him.
"Are you alright?" Your quiet voice came out, almost as if you were scared of upsetting him further and he hated that. Hated himself for making you feel that way. That even asking a simple question would irritate him.
"Fine." He grumbled out as he looked at her, eyes softer than usual but hardening right back as soon as he looked over at Izuku. You didn't believe him for one second, even if you hadn't had many conversations with the man you had a feeling he was lying. "Alright." Was your only reply, the hand closest to his moving down, gently wrapping around his fingers.
Well at least he had this much of your attention. If he could have a sliver of your attention that was all he needed. Plus having your hand on his made it all the better. Everything was fine, he could live with this. That is until that bastard Todoroki came up, ruining everything. The quiet little calm that the two of you had created. He was talking to you, asking you about meeting up the next day. About your... lessons. He wasn’t sure what it was but it was boiling his blood and he didn’t even care about keeping up appearances at this point he took the hand he was holding and hauled you up from the chair. “We’re going back to the room.” He grumbled as the two of you went back, and you could feel an argument brewing. Better than the usual silence you were used to it.
"So what? You go off with that bastard every day to what? I can't imagine he's good at conversation, he hardly talks. So what are you doing with him?" Bakugou was seething, you could almost see the steam rolling off of him but you didn't care. Now you were angry that he'd accuse you of something like that, that he'd insult one of your only friends like that.
"Why do you care? You didn't even want me." You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes. This argument was pointless, was it even an argument? You couldn't tell. Back home you wouldn't even be saying these things, would have gotten in trouble. But these past few months had taught you to grow a back bone, a spine.
His hands roughly wrapped around your waist, holding you close, your hands making their way to his chest. You knew he'd been jealous for most of the day, had been able to read it on his face and attitude. This was the first time you'd been this close to each other. "I care because now that I've spent more than five seconds in your presence, now that I am truly seeing you, it pisses me off." He growled out as he looked down at you, hands gripping your waist. "I care because... because you're my wife now and that means something here. It's not just a title. It's not just a word. I care because I wasn't able to protect you when it mattered.. that I didn't notice what I had until it was almost too late." He was angry, pissed off but not at you. At what the life you'd had before was. The life he'd unknowingly almost copied here. He was mad at himself. You were both breathing heavily at this point, face to face. Angry and red faced.
"If you... want to know what we do... he has been teaching me. All kinds of things. Your language, how to use a knife... how to defend myself." You shook your head, not able to use any of the training when it mattered. "He's been kind and hasn't... he hasn't tried anything like that." You shook your head, sighing softly. "He said that a Viking woman should know how to fight."
"I know... I watched the two of you... on occasions." He admitted, fingers tracing small patterns on your hips where his hands rested.
"You.. what?"
"Well when Kirishima told me that you were wandering off with him I was curious. He wouldn't tell me anything else about it, so I followed you two a few times." Bakugou shrugged, enjoying the warmth of your hands on his broad chest. He'd been with plenty women but this felt... different. Better. More intimate. "I may not have enjoyed the fact that we had to get married but I still... wanted to make sure you were safe."
"So you knew? You knew what we were doing and you still asked me that?" You asked, pushing against his chest, either attempting to get away or just to push him you weren't sure.
"We'll.... I wasn't there all the time and I don't know truly, what the two of you did the entire time. I am a busy man you know." Bakugou murmured, holding on tight so you didn't move away from him. He didn't want to lose this, the warm weight of you between his arms. "Didn't want him to take advantage of you." He grumbled lowly, but he looked the softest you'd ever seen him. The scowls and frowns long gone as he looked at you like... like you were something special. “I just get so angry and can’t stand it.” He huffed as you gave him a curious look.
“I might not have shown it but... I care about you. In a way. No I didn’t want you, didn’t want this marriage but.. it wore on me. Sleeping next to you, watching how peaceful you look while you sleep, seeing you doing everything you can to be part of the life here. I have to admit that I thought that you were reporting back to your father and.. I didn’t want to get attached to you if I was going to have to end up killing you.”
“Mmm romantic.” You murmured, rolling your eyes as you looked up at him.
“Listen this is as good as it’s going to get.” He grumbled and you just smiled up at him, hands laid against his chest. The two of you took a few moments, just looking at each other. There was a connection there, you just had to work on it. You could make it work, coming from two different worlds. It was a few moments of looking before his lips were on yours, rough and demanding. You hadn’t been expecting if and let out a small gasp at the suddenness of it.
Your hands found their way up his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck, hands gently tugging at his hair and received a grunt in return. The kiss had started out heated but now it was even more so. Lips moving against lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth, moving over your teeth, poking and playing with yours as his hands squeezed at your hips and he backed you towards the bed. A fire inside of you had been lit, and you didn’t know if this was because he wanted to with you or if it was the fact that he didn’t have anyone else to warm his bed but you didn’t care. The thought gone as soon as it came, his lips moving from yours and pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw, nipping on your ear and groaning into it as he laid you down on the bed.
“I think it’s time we reconsummated our marriage.”
I know that it has been a long while and I want to apologize. There has been a lot going on in my life and I kind of lost the little bit of passion that I had for writing honestly.
My husband has been having medical issues lately, new anxiety, 40lbs of weight loss in a few months, among other issues. He hasn’t ever had anxiety before and so it’s new for him and he kept telling me that he was dying. As someone who has anxiety and depression themselves it was a struggle. My own mental health has been under great control for a bit but it’s been a struggle while I feel like I’m everyone’s emotional support in my house. It took a bit of a toll on my own mental health.
So turns out my husband has some kind of thyroid issue, we’re still trying to find out what but he has for sure. One test says graves disease and all the others don’t. He is feeling better though so there is that at least. I’ve just been taking time to take care of my family and I’ve been taking time to myself lately too.
Either way I just wanted to say that I plan on getting back to it! Ad hopefully will be able to have something out by next weekend for sure.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this out!! My family has been adjusting to life without my father in law, dealing with a toddler and family drama surrounding my father in laws death. It’s been a lot to start the year with. Either way here is the next chapter and I hope that you enjoy!
Warnings: Nothing much. Parts will be in Bakugou’s view, jealousy, mentions of past attempted SA. Bakugou attempting to be apologetic. Deku makes an appearance and is probably slightly ooc
This was his fault, he had to admit that nothing humbled him more than that. His wife had almost been raped, he didn't know the entire specifics of it but the thought of it almost happening was enough. He might not like his wife, but he hadnt really spent time to try and get to know her. Kirishima and Mina seemed to like her, and weather she was putting up a front or not in front of them he didn't know. She didn't seem to be this master manipulator like he thought. That she was coming in with her fathers agenda to try and start an uprising within his people against him.
He had intercepted a letter once that was meant for her, talking about such a thing and he thought that she was working for him. However she never sent responses and he never did find the letters, which would make sense. She probably burnt them after reading. She had mentioned that she didn't write to her father, didn't read his letters. And now she was vulnerable and partially broken because he hadn't protected her. He'd been more interested in getting his rocks off to even pay attention to his wife, or anyone that might have ill intentions towards her. They'd disrespected her but they'd also disrespected their earl and they had to be punished. He just had to find a punishment fulfilling enough.
As if he wasn't upset enough with himself, Kirishima came rushing into the great hall where Bakugou was sitting alone on his big chair that was covered in furs, sour look on his face."What the hell?" He asked as he stood in front of Bakugou, "I let it go last night because everyone was emotional but how could you leave her so unprotected? You didn't think anyone here would want to hurt her?" Kirishima asked, keeping quiet as he was sure you were still sleeping. "She is foreign to our people and it's clear that someone would have done something to her at some point." Kirishima sighed, running a hand through his hair. This is the only person that Bakugou would let speak to him like this. He did speak the most truth.
"She might not be someone that you wanted but she is what you have, and have you ever stopped to think that this isn’t what she wanted either? Brought over here, to our land. With our God’s and not knowing our language or how different we are from her and her people? Plus she's tried. I've watched her. She’s learning our language, Todoroki is teaching her to fight and she helps Mina everyday. No one else will allow her to help them with their tasks but she tries. Maybe if our earl respected his wife the people would too.. and Come on. You just had to have Yara in your bed." At this point Kirishima was almost out of breath.
"Is that it?" Bakugou asked tiredly as he looked up at Kirishima. He felt awful already but Kirishima had really driven it home. He could always count on Kirishima to steer him straight in matters, this was something he didn't know how to manage. After all not many were put in this situation. It was certainly a first. "I know I did wrong, I didn't protect her or respect her. I guess I figured she was some spoiled princess who whined about everything. I also had my reservations about her due to the fact that I didn't think I could trust her father. I still don't. I thought she was working for him. She doesn't even read his letters." Bakugou let out a frustrated huff as he leaned back in the seat, grumbling to himself for a few minutes. "Do you think it's because I didn't get her a cat?"
"A cat? You think this is because you didn't get her a cat?" Kirishima asked, running a hand down his face.
"Yeah. You got Mina a cat, right?"
"Of course I did, but I don't think this has anything to do with that. Freya didn't bless your marriage because she saw that you didn't do anything to help it along. Besides Freya is the goddess of fertility, and you haven't really been trying for a child with your wife, have you?" Kirishima asked as he looked at Bakugou, eyebrows raised. "Although I do think you have made the Gods angry, they decide on your fate so they decided on you to marry that girl for a reason." Kirishjma shrugged.
Bakugou hated to admit when he was wrong, it was something that had admittedly avoided as often as he could. Not that he was wrong often but perhaps Kirishima was right about this. The Gods had designed his fate to do whatever it was they wanted, and if something happened it had to have happened for a reason so he had to have married this girl for some reason. He growled as he realized the other was right and shook his head.
"I know you hate when I am right... but I am right." Kirishima grinned as he looked at his Earl, beaming more than he should. "You really should give her a chance. She's good, probably too good for you." When he received a scowl he raised his hands up. Probably too far. "I'm just saying, she's been trying these past months. To learn and to fit in here, the people aren't too sure of her because you don't act as if you even like her." Which kirishima supposed Bakugou didn't but that was neither here nor there. He could learn to like her if he got to know her.
Bakugou didn't want to admit that Kirishima was right, he didn't. How could he like this girl? She was too soft, raised in a castle with people to do everything for her in her life. She didn't know how to fight, didn't have battle scars, did not believe in their Gods and was certainly not who he thought he'd end up with. He thought he be married to a fierce shield maiden, not a princess who couldn't defend herself.
"Mmm." Bakugou merely grumbled as he rested his elbow on the arm of his chair, dropping his chin into his open hand and spreading his legs apart.
"You will have a lot to make up for though, she probably won't accept you with wide open arms at first." Kirishima murmured, knowing that Bakugou really didn't know how to woo a girl anyway. He'd have to learn.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Bakugou suddenly burst out, grumbling as he realized he should try and make his marriage work. He could have empty relationships with women around here, have a few children running around but.. thinking of your face... he shook his head. When had he decided he found you attractive? When did he decide that he wanted to stop avoiding you and have a conversation with you? He knew that he was emotionally constipated and struggled with expressing his feelings but he supposed it was time to try. He couldn't put you in danger any longer.
"Well I'm sure Mina could help if you ask. We could always..." and started the very long conversation of how Katsuki Bakugou would try to fix his marriage. He just knew that it was going to take a long while but he was up for it.
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Reader POV
When you woke the next morning you were sore, and not well rested. The bed was comfortable, warm and covered in furs that felt soft and cozy against your skin but you felt hollow, empty and cold. The events of the night kept flashing back to you, and as lucky as you felt the idea of actually getting out of the bed scared you. What if someone else tried to do that to you? What if your husband changed his mind and left you to fend for yourself? You sighed, rolling over onto your stomach to think. You really didn't want to get out of the bed but you knew that it was only a matter of time before you absolutely had to. Weather it be your bladder or stomach that called to you to leave the warm confines of the furs. You could probably stay here for the rest of your days and no one would notice.
You sat up and sighed, running your fingers over the furs beside you. Waking up to an empty bed wasn't foreign to you but you'd somehow hoped that Bakugou would be there beside you. At least to offer some comforting words. Then again you weren't sure if he could do that, if he even had an idea of how to comfort you. The two of you knew just about as much about each other as you had at your wedding weeks ago. Which wasn't much. You'd done your best to acclimate to his culture and learn the basics of his language but it didn't seem to enough.
The last thing you could do is pray, but you weren't even sure who to pray to. Your old God certainly wasn't looking out for you, and you knew minimal about your husbands Gods. Well you supposed they were yours now too. You knew you'd be expected to adopt your husbands beliefs when you married. Perhaps you'd ask Shoto today, see what he said. He'd been the one helping you with things like that so far.
You grumbled as you finally decided to get out of bed, pulling on a comfortable dress and using the bathroom before walking out to the main hall area to a rather large assortment of food. You were told by a thrall that the Earl had tried to make sure you’d have enough to eat and have things you liked. You weren’t sure why, he hadn’t ever seemed to care about things like that before. It confused you a bit.
You didn’t end up eating much, not having an appetite after what had happened the night before. You were still trying to figure out how you felt about it, and also how you felt about your husband. You’d seen a side of him the night before that you’d never seen before. He seemed almost... soft? You didn’t want to get your hopes up, he probably just felt bad for you for a few seconds that was all. There was no way that he felt anything for you. You were just his property, something that had almost been taken from him.
You don’t even remember how you got to the cliffs that looked above the docks where you’d first come in at. It felt like so long ago, like you’d been here forever, so much had happened in such a little amount of time. You probably shouldn’t have been alone, in case someone else wanted to come after you, but you really didn’t want to have company. Didn’t want to talk to anyone about what had happened, didn’t want to relive it. At some point Shoto had come to you, this was where the two of you met often. However he didn’t speak, didn’t pressure words out of you, didn’t ask for anything. He just sat there, offering small words here and there.
It was quiet and peaceful until all of a sudden three long boats were seen in the distance and the horns were going off.
“Who is that?” Your voice came out croaky because it hadn’t been used most of the day.
“Mmm looks like it’s a friend, possibly Midoriya. He’s an Earl from another area. I’m surprised that he’s come unannounced. He usually sends warning when he’s coming. Come on, lets get you to the great hall. As the Earl’s wife you are supposed to greet important visitors.” Shoto murmured, offering up his arm.
The two walked towards the great hall, still quiet as the ships were docking and people flocked to them to see who it was that was here. Surprisingly Bakugou was in the hall, and his eyes went a bit wide when he saw the two together.
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Bakugou POV
He felt his anger got the better of him as saw his wife holding onto Shoto’s arm, and he wasn’t quite sure why. It hadn’t ever bothered him before, that bastard wouldn’t even think to take his wife. He didn’t think anyone would try, but now he felt he had to be weary of everyone. Not that his little wife would try and leave him, then again he never knew what could happen.
“You shouldn’t go out alone like that.” Bakugou spat, seeing you flinch a little at his tone. He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Just... take someone with you next time. It’s not safe to go out alone like that for now.” Bakugou sighed, he really was just concerned about his wife’s safety but he wasn’t one that was great with his emotions and feelings. “Don’t worry about that right now though, we can talk about it later." Bakugou offered his wife his arm which she took, even though she was a bit confused at it.
"Right now one of my oldest friends is coming... unexpectedly. Which could be good or bad." Bakugou looked... worried? You weren't sure but you thought that you saw a look of trepidation cross his features. "I want you to stay close, he's not stupid enough to pull anything with me but I'm not so sure about some of his men. Do you understand?" Bakugou asked as he looked down at you, not wanting another incident to happen like it had last night.
"Of course husband, I understand." The girl nodded as her hands stayed on his arm. He had to admit that he did like this. Why did he have to be so hard headed and keep his emotions away like he did? This was nice and they could have had this from the start. He shook his head, no time to think on that now. He had other things to deal with. Like why that Deku was here. He either needed help with something or he wanted Bakugou to go with him on his spring raids.
They didn't have long to wait before the crew was walking in. Only three ships so it wasn't like Bakugou was scared of an attack, three ships could only hold so many men and they could easily handle that. No this was something else entirely and he didn't like not knowing what to expect.
"Long time no see, Kaachan." The Viking Earl said as he walked in, still just cheery and bright as he'd been when they were kids. "I heard that you had gotten married and my what a pretty wife you have." Deku complimented Bakugous wife before bringing her hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to it. Bakugou ground his teeth as he saw her face blush. Had he just come to grind his nerves?
"What made you come? Surely not just coming to compliment my wife." Bakugou spat out as he glared at Deku. He wasn't sure why but now he was irritated, he might not have treated her the best to start our with but he didn't want someone else sweet talking their way into her life to steal her away from him. Damn he really wished he wasn't so emotionally constipated and could have figured these things out sooner. "If you want me to go Raid with you I'm done until spring. We've enough here." He shook his head as he looked at the other man.
"Ah no, it is not either of those things. There is actually something else I want to ask you." Deku mumbled as he looked back at Bakugou, who urged him to continue. "You see we were attacked not long ago, turns out that Shigaraki and his clan are planning to take over. He wants to be king of all Norway." Deku mumbled again, doing his best to speak clearly as this was something that was obviously important. "We were able to fend them off but I knew I should warn you, I'm sure they will come for you next."
Bakugou growled and started to pace, "the last thing I need is those assholes poking around here and attacking. How many did they have?" Bakugou wondered allowed as he looked back at Deku who gave him a number.
"But you know it'll be less than that. We cut down their numbers by quite a lot. Unless you know they had more they didn't bring. He knows that we're a strong village but he knows you're even stronger. I don't know why he didn't come here right to start." He shook his head, might as well get the big village that would be the most problem out of the way first. "I came to warn you... and to offer our help. We can stop him here, before he has a chance to go anywhere else. Then whatever lands he has conquered we can split between the two of us." Deku offered.
"I'll have to think about it." Bakugou knew it was a temping offer but he really didn't want to deal with this now. He had two men in chains that he still had to deal with, his wife who he hardly knew and wanted to take care of to fix his marriage and now this? He needed a break already. "Stay for now, we'll have a feast tonight to celebrate you coming anyway. And your victory against them. Our home is your home." Bakugou assured Deku as he returned to his wife's side, who gave that damn Deku a smile. She never smiled at him. What did she like about him already that she was smiling at him. He hated this feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. It had to be jealousy and he didn't like it.
He motioned the thralls forward to help Deku and his crew take care of any needs that they'd have for the night before dragging his wife back to their quarters. She seemed confused but went along with him anyway, not as if she had much choice. He cursed once they'd made it into the rooms.
"Well little wife it seems that I'm going to have to go go war here soon" he said through gritted teeth as he looked back at his wife who had a look of terror on her face. Did she care about him or was she just worried for herself and what this could mean for her? "I'm going to do everything I can to protect you. I'll make sure the battle is far from here and that there are men here to protect you should anyone try and come here instead of the main battle." Bakugou assured her as he helped her sit on the bed. "You don't have to worry about it. I'll keep you safe." He assured as she just nodded and looked down at her lap.
"Are you... you think you'll win?" She asked him as she looked up at him when he sat down next to her.
"I don't often lose... only once. Since then I haven't cut my hair." He gestured to the long braid going down his back. "I don't plan on losing." He again assured his wife as he leaned back on the bed. "I promise that I lll keep you safe though. That's a promise that I can keep. I can't promise I won't lose. Who knows what the gods have planned." That was the honest truth anyway. It was all in their hands.
"I want to tell you that.. I am sorry. I know I have been a horrible husband." Bakugou admitted, not looking over at his wife. He couldn't stomach it if she looked at him a certain way. It was very out of his character to even be apologizing but this was important. "You didn't want this either and I've only been making it harder. So I am sorry. I will spend the rest of my days before going to Valhalla making it up to you. I know you can not forgive me now but I will start to make amends." He wanted to laugh at the surprised look on his wife's face but he couldn't. He didn't want to have another thing to apologize for.
I promise I am working on the next part of Distant Shores! I've been slowly working away at it. Life after my father in laws passing has been... difficult. There is a lot of family drama, my husband was convinced he had cancer and was dying and he's dealing with anxiety for the first time in his life. My daughter isn't sleeping, work is short staffed and i don't have much free time. 😅
So it's been a rough month for sure but things are calming down. I am working from home tomorrow so I will be working on it since I'll already be on my computer. So long as my zoom meeting doesn't include me having my camera on.
THE LOVE YOU GET IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU GIVE | PART TWO
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, aged up characters, arranged marriage, a little steamy make out sesh, mention of masturbation (f!receiving), the subtle angst continues
Word Count: 4.4k
a/n: Thank you to everyone that said such nice things about part one! I’ve got two more parts and an epilogue planned. :3
Summary: It seems like each time you take one step forward, diligently working to break down the walls around Bakugou’s heart, he gives you a glimpse, a shred of vulnerability before shutting you out again, leaving you frustrated and alone. But you’re nothing, if not determined.
Part One //
It had been nearly a week since your wedding, Katsuki’s job not allowing you a proper honeymoon, not that you thought it would do much good—in fact, it’d probably be wasted on you, you thought bitterly as you waited for Bakugou to return home.
Ever since that night—your wedding night—Katsuki had barely touched you, even though you shared a bed.
You didn’t understand, had you done something wrong? He’d been so attentive in the moment, taking his time in turning you on, letting you control the speed, giving you quite honestly the best sex you’d ever had, and then the moment it was over, he’d become so distant. You couldn’t get it off your mind.
For a moment there, you’d felt something, a connection, and you thought maybe this would be the beginning of a wonderful relationship. And then it had been yanked away.
If only you could speak with him about it, know what he was thinking or feeling, maybe you could understand. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much.
But Bakugou was a fortress. He was locked up tight.
A thought suddenly occurred to you, and maybe it was way off base, or maybe you were onto something, either way it wouldn’t hurt to try. Maybe for Katsuki, emotional intimacy was harder than physical. Maybe, like he’d eased you into the mood that night, you needed to take things slow as well, show him that he could trust you.
I can not recommend this one enough!! It is absolutely wonderful. I'm a sucker for arranged marriage fics and this one is perfect. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've been stalking this authors page so I can read the chapters asap. 🤭
Description: You're the lead singer in your band, rumors are always swirling around that you're dating one of your guitarists but honestly you two are just close friends. However when you get into a back and forth song battle between the singer of another band new rumors come out that you're also with him. The truth will come out, it just might end up being a little messy.
A/N: I know I really don't need to start a new fic but this idea has been in my head for a long time haha. So I want to write it down. I'll have a playlist available for this eventually, I just have to figure out all the ones I want to use. Also in this Kaminari is a player, but there is more to it than just that. I'm also going to be using songs that are already written by artists and making it seem like their bands are writing them so... yeah. I hope you enjoy this teaser I promise I will work on distant shores soon! I'm hitting a block on how to get this last chapter going but I will work through it!! I might change band names at some point with this but for right now Ground Zero is the Bakusquad. Bakugou on drums, Kirishima and Sero as back up vocals and guitar and Mina as back up vocals as well as piano and Present Mic as manager. Hero's is dekusquad. Deku and Shinsou as back up vocals and guitar, Todoroki as drums and Y/N as lead singer and occasional various instruments, with Aizawa as manager. I'd also like to add in that reader is Todorokis sister so there will be family trauma added in. Plus an arranged marriage between reader and an abusive husband and that will come into play. I'll warn everyone before as there will be slightly graphic descriptions of the abuse later on. I hope you guys enjoy. 😊
"Band Ground Zero releases new single, and the ending of the video has a little surprise that we were not expecting." A news caster reported on the tv as you sat, sprawled across the couch, pen in hand tapping against the cushion. "We won't spoil anything here so you'll just have to see if for yourself, but let's just say the lead singer might be thinking of settling down once and for all. Let's take a look."
"Yeah right, like he could ever stick to just one person." You huff, rolling your eyes as you close your eyes and lean against the couch. You'd spent one night with the singer by total accident. You'd both been at the same bar, and happened to hit things off pretty well. You somehow ended up hungover in this bed and you were pretty sure you'd spent most of the night vertical but the feelings in your limbs and the way your hair laid.
You'd left in horror at becoming another one of "Denki's girls" as they were called. The poor unfortunate souls who really thought they had a chance with him only for him to totally ghost them. At least that's how the stories went and he hadn't ever contacted you after. It might have been because you left without saying anything or waking him but either way. You sighed again as you listened to the catchy beat, nodding along to it. "Bet she's his type because she has a pulse and is breathing." You rolled your eyes, laughing out loud as those words were sung. "Wow he really said that." You shook your head, laughing to yourself.
You had to admit that the song was catchy and had a nice beat but you'd had sour feelings towards the singer ever since your little tumble in the sheets. Denki Kaminari was the playboy of the hour, multiple dates and women in his home captured by paparazzi plus whoever was there they didn't get captured. You knew you shouldn't believe in all the rumors but it was hard not to. Most of what was said about you wasn't true but you didn't address most of them because people thought what they wanted to anyway.
You continued to watch along to the video, wondering what this big surprise was. When the ending beats started to wind down you noticed Denki with a Polaroid between his fingers. He kissed the picture before flicking it from his fingers. It landed on a table surrounded by alcohol you were well aquatinted with as what you'd drank the night the two of you had met at the bar. Once it revealed you instantly recognized the picture was one Denki had taken of you that night. Painted red lips making a kissy face at the camera, a little too much cleavage revealed as you held a shot in your hand. "Oh no." You groaned, throwing a pillow over your face to hide.
"Yes you saw that right. The woman in that picture is none other than Y/N from the band Hero's. When the two ever have been together we're unsure but it seems that lead singer Denki is trying to send a message."
"I thought that Y/N was dating Shinsou? They always seem very close whenever they go out." The other newscaster commented. Rumors of the two of you dating had been going around forever, and you could never escape them.
"The two always seem adamant they are just friends and after the release of this video we might finally believe them. It seems that a new romance is blooming between playboy Denki and Y/N. I wish the two of them well."
"Oh god what am I going to do." You groaned, knowing that you had royally fucked ip
