Hear me out: zombie apocalypse Suga x reader with reader saying: "Because...I still I love you."
I wasn't too sure of this one, zombies aren't usually the apocalypse I go for... but I think it turned out okay! Hope you like it~
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Sacrifices
TW: Zombie apocalypse based violence
You had thought- rightfully at the time- that the night you had spent the night with Suga, running hand in hand from the consequences of the meddling Suga had pulled you into, would be the most trouble you would get into. Lungs burning as you ran, trying to hold back laughter as Suga tried to argue that he really had only been trying to help, and it wasnāt the two of you who were in the wrong if they misunderstood. You couldnāt even remember what Suga had talked you into doing, only the irritation on Daichiās face, the appalled gasp from Asahi, and the shrill cackling of Tanaka and Noya. The way Daichiās voice echoed after you as Suga took your hand and ran, trying to remind you that this was an official event and not a vacation. It was laughter that had put tears into both of your eyes that night, collapsing into a heap on a hallway floor, lit dimly by vending machines as Sugaās breathless excuses filled the air.Ā
You couldnāt remember who had caved first back then. If one of you had said your feelings out loudā¦ or maybe it was sitting so close, leaning up against each other, that made you give into the urge to kiss him. Either way, it ended up the same, a whirlwind romance that burned bright and burned fast. A summer of laughs and holding hands and falling asleep with your head on his shoulder before college came and ripped apart the summerās dreams.Ā
It hadnāt ended badly, you were still each otherās cheerleaders in everything you did. He had made it his mission to make sure you didnāt drift away. Coffees on weekends, study sessions before the end of every semester, and he made sure to show up with the most ostentatious bouquet when you finally walked the stage for the last time.Ā
Now the two of you would meet up for dinner or a movie night, share a few drinks, and vent about your work lives. You would force a few stories out of Suga about all the children he secretly adored in his classes, hiding the way you would admire him as his smile softened with each word.Ā
Thatās how you ended up in this mess. You had been getting ready for another night in with Suga and ignoring the weirdly frequent sirens outside. You belatedly wondered if the irritation you felt at not being able to find any place that would deliver dinner should have been curiosity instead. Maybe you would have been more prepared.Ā
You were blissfully ignorant until Suga burst into your apartment, panicked as he searched for you, finding you wide-eyed and startled in your kitchen. You had never seen him like this before, his hair pushed back and sweat dripping into his eyes, his whole body sagging in relief before he pulled you in tight to his chest. After a moment, not even long enough for you to react and hug him back, he pulled you away to armās length, looking you over so carefully.Ā
He hadnāt known how to explain everything to you, only asking you to trust him, and how couldnāt you? And instead of being curled up on your couch with ramen put together by whatever you found in your cupboard, you were trying not to trip as Sugaās iron grip led you through the city streets. It was eerily reminiscent of the time you ran through the hotel halls, the difference being the way Suga was talking to you.
There was no laughter lacing his voice, but you could still hear the slight panic. Panic of being caught by someone- something.Ā
āHurry up! Heās catching up!ā replaced by āJust keep going, just a little further.ā
āIs he still behind us?ā drowned out by the sound of stomping behind you and Suga desperately looking back, trying to keep his voice even as he locks eyes with you and says, āJust keep your eyes on me.ā
You wished you had listened to him. If you had accepted his protection from the world around you, you wouldnāt have the blood burned into your sight. You wouldnāt have noticed the grimace on Sugaās face as he abandoned someone just like the two of you, just to make sure he could get you somewhere safe. You never would have watched as a girl you knew sobbed to her boyfriend, clinging to his shoulders until he bit into her neck.
He only allowed you to stop when absolutely necessary. The part of town you had made it to was eerily quiet but familiar. Suga worked nearby, and you thought you had heard earlier when he was packing your bag and rushing you out that he was going to get the two of you to the storm shelter near the elementary school. Now that you knew what you were dealing with, it made sense. Suga knew this area better than his own home, and the storm shelter would be easy to lock down and stay in until this allā¦Ā
It will blow over, right?Ā
A few minutes of panting in silence and passing Sugaās massive teacher water bottle back and forth, and Suga was urging you to your feet again.Ā
āCome on, weāre close. I know you havenāt run laps since high school,Ā but you can make it that far, right? Thereās electricity at the shelter, we can continue our movie night there.ā His smile was present on his face, although it was a bit hollow. You knew it was for your sake, but you couldnāt find it in you to comfort him right now. You quietly accepted his hand instead, letting him pull you up and taking a deep breath as your forehead fell to his shoulder. Just a little more to get you throughā¦
He let the two of you walk through the streets instead of running. Running would draw more attention to you here than walking, and it was easier to avoid the fewā¦ whatever they were if you were quiet. If you looked up at the sky, you could easily convince yourself that Suga was just walking you home, hand in hand, after a long day at work. That thought let a familiar warmth spread through your chest.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you ran right into Suga as he stopped. His hand tightened around yours before holding on loosely, taking a half step forward. You peeked over his shoulder to see what had made him stop so suddenly. And you understood immediately.
A boy, no older than 6 or 7, walked in the street ahead of you, trying to pick up his ball and kicking it forward every time he leaned down. It broke your heart to see him out here, all alone. Not knowing what was going on around him. Suga dropped your hand entirely as he walked closer, quiet and calm.Ā
āTakeru, itās meā¦ what are you still doing out? Class ended hours agoā¦ā The way he spoke to the boy only made the ache in your chest deeper. Of course, itās one of Sugaās students, one of his favorites too, judging by the stories youāve heard. You stayed back, not wanting to startle the boy if Suga could keep him calm.Ā
The little boy didnāt answer, still focused on his ball.Ā
āTakeru, can you tell me where your parents are? Are we close to your home?ā As the silence stretched, a heavy feeling settled in your stomach. It only grew worse as you watched Suga kneel on the ground, trying to get Takeruās attention.Ā
The boy finally reached his ball, holding it awkwardly in his hands as he straightened up. You felt Sugaās gasp in the depths of your soul before you heard it, felt his heart break as if it were your own.Ā
The poor boyās eyes were blank, the side facing away from you now revealed to be wet with crimson. A sickening gurgle escaped his throat as he caught sight of Suga, frozen on the ground with an arm stretched out to him.Ā
You hadnāt even felt yourself move before you had thrown yourself between Suga and the boy, hearing Suga fall back with a shuddering sob. The boy was racing towards you, and the only thing you could feel was the heavy weight of Sugaās metal water bottle meeting the poor childās head, throwing him to the ground.Ā
You werenāt completely ignorant of what was happening. You had seen enough movies to know one hit was never safe enough, so you made sure that little boy wouldnāt be getting up until you could make sure you were safe, placing a knee on the center of his back to hold him down.
āW-waitā¦ You shouldnāt have to do thisā¦ I-Iāll do it.ā Suga stood, shaky on his feet and white as snow as he looked at Takeru, blood slowly oozing from the new cut on his head thanks to you. His eyes didnāt register Suga, only trying to claw at the ground underneath him to get to his prey.Ā
āNo, Koushi. Let me do this for you.ā Despite what you knew you had to do, you looked over at Suga with a soft smile. āHe was your student. You shouldnāt have to do this. Turn around, Koushi. Iāll be there in a minute.ā He looked at you in disbelief, eventually nodding as he tried to scrub away his tears, turning his back to you.Ā
From the corner of your eye, you watched him flinch with each thud, each time the sound grew more wet, dissolving into a messy squelch. You focused on him instead of the slimy warmth covering your hands, the splatter on your face. Trying to separate what you were doing from the happy child Suga told you stories about.Ā
After a few minutes, you walked back to Sugaās side, wiping away the gore on your jacket before tossing it away. You tugged at his sleeve, not wanting to grab his hands with yours such a mess. He nodded, continuing on without looking back.Ā
āWhyā¦ You shouldnāt have had to do that, so why?ā You held tighter to sleeve, hoping he could feel it.
āKoushi, you are a wonderful teacher. I donāt think you could have gone through with it. And if you did, Iām not sure you could live with yourself afterā¦ and becauseā¦ because I still love you.ā
You didnāt press him to respond, but the way his hand slid into yours, replacing the sticky warmth from earlier with his ownā¦ that was the best answer you could have asked for.
"If I were to suddenly disappear, would you notice?" With Mammon or Levi :3c
Haha, I think I may have gotten a bit carried away by this one. But here is my first "mini"-fic of the season~
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If I Disappear
Levi x GN MC, some sad language, cuddles and stuff <3
You were attending yet another event in the Devildom, and honestlyā¦ you were getting a little tired of it all. You loved spending time with all of the boys, of course! You just didnāt understand why it seemed like there was some big event every other week! It was all a bit much, and you started to miss just hanging around and being lazy for a weekend.
It seemed like someone shared your feelings as you watched Levi slink out of the room and down the hall. Probably going to unwind before you snuck in for a late-night gaming and anime sesh. Maybe it was another one he wanted to prepare for! Get his room settled just the way he wanted with lights and decorations, prepare some snacks that were featured in the anime, or something like that. You loved it when you got to see him shine so happily and explain in minute detail what made each thing relevant.Ā
You had half a mind to follow him now, all the bodies filling the room and the endless chatter was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. Unfortunately for you, every time you found yourself turning to the exit, another pair of excitable eyes fell on you. It seemed like an endless loop of getting dragged into conversations and dancing before you finally were able to slip through the heavy doors.Ā
With a relieved sigh, you scurried off to your home away from home and into your room. After an event like this, you knew it was unlikely that Levi would let you leave after a few mere hours, so you had to change into something a bit more comfortable.Ā
By the time you left your room, the sky was dark and the house was still silent. The rest of the boys must have found something that sparked their interests. You doubt theyād be back any time soon. Perfect for a lazy night with arguably the most jealous of the boys. It put a pep in your step you had been severely lacking earlier in the day.
You stepped up to Leviās door, confused that the silence had followed you all the way here. Usually, he had something on as he got ready, and he had never once forgotten when the two of you had plans like this. You thought on it for a moment before quietly knocking, just letting him know that you were about to peek in.
You opened the door slowly, giving him time to say something if he needed to, but the room was pitch dark, only letting in the glow from the hallway and the ambient light scattered by the large tank making up the back of his room.Ā
It was just enough light to let you find the outline of Levi, sitting in his bathtub. It was a rare sight to see, him just sitting there. No controllers or manga in his hands, no catchy theme songs or bubbly character voices filling the air. It was an eerie scene, and if you werenāt so concerned, you may have just left Levi to his brooding.Ā
āLevi? Itās meā¦ Iām coming inā¦ā If he had responded at all, you didnāt hear it. You closed the door behind you, letting the softly tinted light of Henryās tank lead you forward.Ā
āLevi?ā You reached out carefully, trying to see in the low light if maybe he had his headphones onā¦ but no, you swore your hand just brushed by them as you knelt next to his bathtub-bed.Ā
He gives a soft hum in acknowledgment this time, not looking your way.Ā
āWhatās going on? Did you forget our plans? Iām surprised youāre not halfway through the TSL special again~ā That usually perks him up, and you were down to watch it again if that meant it would get Levi out of this funk.Ā
āWould youā¦ā his words start softly and fade so quickly, you can only catch a few words.
āWhat? I canāt hear youā¦ā You lean in, trying to show him that you want to listen.Ā
āWould.. I-if..ā he suddenly looks over at you, his eyes half-lidded and brimming with emotion. āIf I were to suddenly disappear, would you notice?ā Gone was your sweet, jealous boy with wide eyes that sparkled at the slightest mention of his interest, and left in his place was insecure, fearful Levi. It just about broke your heart, seeing the vulnerability he hides behind his otaku armor.Ā
āAre you serious? Of course, I would!ā You follow your urge to climb into the bathtub with him, ignoring the way he tenses and sputters.
āW-what are you doing?! I sleep here! T-This is like climbing into a normieās bed, you know!ā The sad look hadnāt left his eyes, but color flamed on his cheeks.Ā
āQuiet!ā You had tried to find a way to fit the both of you, but the positioning was awful. Luckily, Levi was so nervous about accidentally touching you that he raised his hands up by his face, giving you more than enough room to arrange yourself on his lap, looking straight at him.Ā
āI-I donāt understand! Why w-would you! Youāre on my lap! On purpose?ā Poor boy canāt keep up with all this, especially not with the way youāre grabbing his hands to lower them. You ignore all of that anyway and keep moving forward, wanting to make sure you address the question before anything else.
āOf course, I would notice. I did notice! I saw you leave earlier and I wanted to follow you. I tried to follow you, actually.āĀ His embarrassment was slowly morphed into confusion.Ā
āN-no, you didnāt! It took you forever to get here! And you were having so much more fun with everyone else than you do here!ā You laughed, not realizing how mean that could come off. But itās Levi, and he knows you. Heāll wait for an explanation, even if he feels his face heating up even further.
āI spent all day looking forward to this! Iām a little offended that you havenāt gotten anything readyā¦ Seriously, I would have followed you out if I hadnāt gotten stopped like a thousand times.ā You smiled as you watched him grow quiet. He needed to process what you had just said, and the way he was searching your face was letting you know he wanted to believe you.
āYou really mean that? Youād rather sit in here with a stinky otaku than party with all those normies?ā You pretended to think about that for a moment before sighing.Ā
āYeah. As long as you stop talking like that, I thought we were past the whole normie vs. otaku thing. And if you get too stinky, Iāll just ban you to the tank~ā You gave him a good-hearted laugh.
āEven if all we do is play dumb games and watch the same shows all the time?ā You sighed and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. He didnāt know just how good that sounded to you.
āEspecially if we play dumb games and watch the same shows~ā You could almost feel him growing warmer underneath your touch.
āDid you mean to do that? Did you fall? Or slip?ā His panic only makes you giggle, tightening your hold on him when you feel his hand brush against your back and pull away again.
āYeah, I meant to. I want to cuddle with you. Maybe we can watch something too?ā His hands finally settle on your back after he takes a deep breath.Ā
āY-you can pick this timeā¦ā His voice shakes, but his touch becomes more confident, sliding his arms around you to hold you close. It gives him hope, being able to hold you like this. He knows for sure that not a single one of his brothers can take you from him as long as you keep this close.Ā
Henlo, my little constellations! Mini Fics are back!
Once again I am opening up for mini fic requests as a writing warm-up!
Requests have to include a minimum of a character + an interesting word or phrase. You can also include a genre of fic if you would like, or leave it up to writer's choice for a little more surprise!
Any fandom, as long as I've seen or played it, I will give it my best shot!
I do when there is a desire for them! I used to have a taglist for plmty, but as time went on, more and more of the tags stopped working and I wasn't sure how many of the people on the taglist would still be interested š
Bakugou x F!Reader, Kirishima x F!Reader
TWs: Cheating, angst, unhealthy/abusive relationship, manipulation, smut, some big ol misunderstandings and misplaced anger this round.
MASTERLIST
The morning comes upon you in waves. First, in the cracking dryness of your throat, reminding you of the days Katsuki would come home covered in soot and ash and destruction. Back when he would allow you to offer a shoulder to lean on. Before he moved you into this sterile, stainless, seamless bubble. Now the only mess that exists here is you. Especially now, when the sticky feeling settles on your skin, the sheets peeling away from you with each slight movement. You used to bask in the scent of caramel on your sheets, but now you can only place the bitter scent of burnt sugar. The ache settles into your muscles, worsening with each conscious thought that floods into your head, the more concrete everything starts to feel. Calling it a situation feels so dramatic, but no other words will grace your heavy mind.Ā
You finally gather the courage to open your eyes and face the day once you notice how cold the bed is, a sure sign that Katsuki has been gone for a fair bit of time. Enough time that you feel comfortable slipping out of bed and getting right into the shower. Itās starting to become all too familiar to you, the way you scrub away the feeling of the sweat and his touch along with it. The way the discomfort doesnāt leave until youāre finally wrapped up in a towel and breathing in the steamy air, skin warm to the touch.Ā
You thought you were finally starting to relax until your plans for the day popped back into your head. From one uncomfortable situation to another, and yet you werenāt dreading it as much as you did being at home. At least outside you felt like you could breathe.Ā
You waited, looked at a few places you could choose from. You didnāt want to text Eiji too early. Inviting more conversation than necessary just feltā¦ precarious. You already had enough on your plate with Katsuki, you didnāt want to brush this under the rug tooā¦Ā
It was a shame you couldnāt choose the cozy diner Eiji had brought you to, but you wanted to be on equal footing. Somewhere new for you both, somewhere in the city and easy to leave from if you needed to, but also somewhere quiet enough to actually talk. You took your time getting ready, letting the routine leech the stress from your shoulders. It was only when you were heading out the door that you sent the address for the place. You couldnāt text back if you were driving, and he absolutely would not want you to. It was a win-win in your book, an easy excuse for not checking his messages. A cowardās reaction, you were well aware. If only his words didnāt sway you so much, but you could feel yourself wavering even the night before. No, you needed to get your words out first, look him in the eye, and ask for answers. Hopefully, heāll give them to you.Ā
The drive was spent humming along to quiet music, trying to keep your mind occupied enough to not linger. It made no sense in trying to think of answers only he- and your fiance, you suppose- could give you. And despite your efforts, you could still feel the clamminess of your hands as you left your car, taking some deep breaths to try and shake the pit weighing down your stomach. Your late text gave you a little bit of a headstart, so you were able to order a drink and find a quiet corner, ignoring the notification waiting on your phoneās screen.Ā
The first nip of guilt came when you saw him wander in the front door. You had seen him after overnight shifts, but he never looked this tired. You wondered which one of you had slept worse- if he had slept at all. Looking back on your last conversation, you couldnāt blame him. You probably wouldnāt have fared better if Katsuki hadnāt made his appearance. Small mercies, if you could call that a mercy.Ā
And still, he met your gaze with a smile and a little wave, his dark hair still covering the pale scar, but you could still see the edge peeking out. You watched, taking him in as he ordered. For how big he was, he was so quiet. He radiated a kind of peace that scared you, especially considering why you were here today. But you set those thoughts aside, making room for the man coming to your table with his drink and the most hopeful look. You hoped you wouldnāt kill that look.
Ā
āHeyā¦ā he sounded so breathless. You had seen him just after training, and he wasnāt near as out of breath as this, surely it couldnāt be from just you. But then again, he was especially soft with you.Ā
āHey, yourself.ā You gave him a tired smile. You were reluctant to start this conversation now that you were here. Itās Eijiā¦ you just wanted to enjoy your drinks and food and talk and drive around andā¦
And yet here you were, potentially forsaken what little peace youāve been able to find lately. For answers. You wondered if it would be worth it. While your debate raged on in your head, Kirishima took the plunge for you.
āSo, uhā¦ Iām not great at theseā¦ Not really good at waiting when it seems like somethingās wrong.ā He chuckles, but it lacks his usual energy. āMaybe itās a hero thing. You know, rushing inā¦ā You didnāt, not really, but you could see that being the common thread between your friend, Katsuki, and the sweet man across from you.
āYeahā¦ I justā¦ I visited Ochako yesterday.ā He cuts off the sip he was taking, seeing how you hesitate.
āOh, yeah! You, uhā¦ you did mention that. Is everything alright?ā You wave him off.
āTheyāreā¦ theyāre fine, theyāre good. Justā¦ well, um. Izuku said something.ā You saw the way his grip changed on his cup. Not tightening, justā¦ holding it more securely, closer to his body. āAbout youā¦ā He sighs, running his hand through his hair. It seems like a habit heās had for a while, as it lets you see the full scar and you doubt heād actively show that off.Ā
āFuckā¦ Midobro, I-I was gonna tell you everything, really. I just, well there was never a good time. Like a really good time.āĀ
āYou just couldnāt find the time to tell me that my fiance is the one that fucked up your hero career? Who scared youā¦ Eijiā¦ā You could feel the frustration building behind your eyes and resist the urge to rub it away. āWhat stopped you? Itās not like Katsuki and I are fighting because of you, weāre justā¦ couples just fight.ā The guilt on Eijirouās face turns a bit bitter and tinged with worry.
āYou arenāt just fighting, you have to know that. And I didnāt want you to think you couldnāt talk to me.ā You groaned when you realized what he meant.
āFuck, I shouldnāt beā¦ I thought you were unbiased. Fuck, you have the most valid reason to not like him! And Iāve just beenā¦ spilling my guts to you. No wonder you had such specific advice, youāve been where I am.ā He tries to stop your spiral, moving a hand to cover yours.
āYouāre right, and I know how dangerous it can be-ā You pull your hand from his
āNo, thatās not what I meant! I-I just mean that you used to be the closest to Katsuki, so of course you would know how he got when someone pushes his buttons-ā
āDonāt you dare start putting all of this on yourself. You arenāt doing anything wrong, and even if you were pushing his buttons, Iām proof that he doesnāt know how to handle that well! Thereās no excuse for how he treated me, and even less for how heās treating you.ā His voice grew sharp as he spoke, something bitter and rooted deep peeking its way out.Ā
āNo, Eiji, itās not like that. Itās completely different from thenā¦ā
āThatās what I used to think too. Heād never hurt me, not really. Nothing I couldnāt handle. Until it was too much, and I canāt just wait around and watch you do the same.ā
āSo what, youāre just going to guilt me? Into what? Leeching off my friends until I somehow find a way out of this mess that I put myself in?ā You were trying so hard to keep your voice level, but you could feel the volume building, the waver in your voice, and you could see the hurt in Eijiās face.
āWhat? No, of course not! I just want you to know that there are people you can lean on, people who can help you! I can help you!ā The swirling of feelings in your chest, the odd betrayal, and the guilt warring inside you, you didnāt know how much longer you could take it.Ā
āI never asked for your help.ā You stood so swiftly, intent on leaving before he could sway you or you were sure youād explode.Ā
āWait, please! Iām not trying to argue with you, and you donāt have to ask for my helpā¦ I want to help you, I want to help so badā¦ā It was difficult to not turn back to him, but you bit back your words. The hurt was too raw right now. You just wanted one safe place, and you thought your new friend could have been that for you.Ā
Unfortunately for you, it didnāt look like Eiji was going to just let you go, abandoning his drink to follow after you. āPlease, just let me finishā¦ I want to tell you everything.ā
āNo, Eiji, I donāt want to hear it right now. I canāt do this. Not with Kat being weird and then this? I shouldnāt even be hereā¦ā You know Kat would flip if he knew where you were, and that uneasiness melded with your grief and hurt. You were thankful you hadnāt gotten the chance to figure out what you wanted to eat, you didnāt think you could stomach it right now.Ā
āIām sorry, you have to know that! And I was justā¦ I guess I was trying to protect you.ā You had finally reached your car, spinning back to look at Eiji.Ā
āFunny, thatās what Katsuki says too.ā That seemed to startle him enough to let you get in the car and pull out. Looking in the rearview only showed his large frame, looking so small as he watched you go. After all, he had no right to try and hold onto you. You werenāt his.
You were Katsuki Bakugouās.
The longer you sat with your conversation, the more it ate away at you. You knew somewhere, deep down, you werenāt really that upset at Eijirou. But you were upset. You were so upset it felt like it was clawing away at you from the inside out. And yet your pride wouldnāt let you reach back out. At least not that dayā¦ or the day after that, or the week after that.Ā
And Ejirou, sweet Eijirou, he was trying. Riding that line between checking in and bombarding you with texts. Sometimes you wondered what would happen if he called. If he showed up at your front door. Would you answer? Would you let him in? You could melt into him if he did show up. You feel it in your bones how easy it would be if only he was in front of you. But instead, your company was the unfeeling, uncaring blank slate of a house you thought one day you would muster up the nerve to call home. Blank walls, empty counters, unfeeling portraits of concrete. If only you could make yourself blank too. Let Katsuki shape you into his perfect, pristine vision. Youād be happy then, right?Ā
But no, you were messy. You were messy and emotional and real and it hurt. It hurt knowing you wouldnāt live up to the lofty ideals he had.
And almost as bad as that hurt, it hurt knowing you let someone in and they kept something so important from you. They kept it secret and hidden away and still, they stole a part of you too. A part that just wants to walk out the door and find him.Ā
You couldnāt. Not now, not yet. When- if you left, you wanted it to be on your terms. On your own two feet. Your friends, they can wait for you outside, but you felt it in your soul, you had to be the one to do it. Otherwise, youād just be trading Katsuki for another. Another person to look to whenever you had a single hair out of place, another person to cling to, to lead you. That wasnāt what you wanted to be.
It felt so easy to think that. To lose yourself in daydreams of your absolution, self-preserving and self-sufficient.Ā
And yetā¦
And yetā¦ when Katsuki came home, on the days highlighted on your shared calendar, marking the peak of your cycle, you still bent for him. You took it in solemn silence, and he never seemed to mind. Even bringing you a gift each time his presence graced his own home. A pastry here, a new designer something laid over the back of the couch. You took it all with a smile you were so convinced wasnāt at all convincing.Ā
It became routine. A few days a week, leading up to a week where he was home every night. It seemed like he had finally gotten serious about his desires to get a kid into you. And then heād leave, no more conversation than necessary. Important business somehow cropping up after he spent the better part of a week between your legs.Ā
A handful of months passed like that. You pulled away from everyone in that time. What could you really say to Ochako or Mina when they asked? It was easier to say nothing. And Eijirouās text still sat in your inbox, read but not replied. They were becoming less over time, but no less consistent.Ā
The cycle finally broke late one night. You were just lying in bed, Katsuki had just left the night before. It would probably be another week or so before he would show up again. All you could do with your sleepless night was lay still, hoping that somehow you could stop from getting pregnant by sheer force of will.Ā
You had expected this to be all you would do tonight, but the screen on your phone lit up with a chime, drawing away your attention. It wasnāt a text, not this time. The melody kept going as you scrambled to get your phone, seeing Eijirouās contact filling the screen. Your body moved before your mind, answering the call and catching you off guard.
āH-hi, heyā¦ā You hated the way your voice cracked and wavered, but somehow Eijirou sounded even worse than you did.Ā
āOh, shit, hi, heyā¦ā he cleared his throat. āIā¦ fuck, this is gonna sound like an excuse, but I didnāt mean to call youā¦ā And just like that, the hurt that you had thought faded ached again. It was nowhere near where it had been, but stillā¦ āI just. I missed you a lot tonight. Everyone was out and I thought, maybeā¦ but I understand why you didnāt show. I just wanted to try to apologize, face to face. And I was looking at our messages andā¦ well, Iām not really sure what happenedā¦ā he chuckles, but itās so forced. Yet your heart lifts. He wasnāt trying to leave you behind, just give you space. Something you thought long dried up and dead inside you unfurled, not yet blooming but showing signs of life.Ā
This was it. This was your choice, your chance.Ā
āHey, Eiji?ā Your voice hadnāt sounded so calm and even in so long
hello my little constellations, I have some ideas for a very fluffy fic, but I'm a little lost on who exactly all this fluff belongs to. So who would you like to see some good, good fluff for?
Sero (BNHA)
Kaminari (BNHA)
Present Mic (BNHA)
Fatgum (BNHA)
Asahi (Haikyuu)
Suga (Haikyuu)
Impey Barbicane (Code: Realize)
Henry (Black Clover)
Like (Tears of Themis)
Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)
Anders (DA2)
Fenris (DA2)
Voting ended onNov 4, 2023
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hello my little constellations, I have some ideas for a very fluffy fic, but I'm a little lost on who exactly all this fluff belongs to. So who would you like to see some good, good fluff for?
Sero (BNHA)
Kaminari (BNHA)
Present Mic (BNHA)
Fatgum (BNHA)
Asahi (Haikyuu)
Suga (Haikyuu)
Impey Barbicane (Code: Realize)
Henry (Black Clover)
Like (Tears of Themis)
Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)
Anders (DA2)
Fenris (DA2)
Voting ended onNov 4, 2023
Please feel free to leave other options in the replies!
Hello, my little constellations! I'm sorry for my long absence, I never intended to be away for so long! I am happy to finally give you all a new chapter though, surprise! I hope you all enjoy~ Also, I apologize in advance, this chapter is a little shorter than I intended, but I'll make up for it soon!
Bakugou x F!Reader, Kirishima x F!ReaderTWs: Cheating, angst, unhealthy/abusive relationship, manipulation, smut
MASTERLIST
You had tried your best to enjoy the rest of the time with your friends, watching them bicker fondly with each other and coo over their baby. They weren't the picture-perfect family, but they were real. Real love and real issues, real communication, and it was both a breath of fresh air and an ache in your chest you couldn't quite place. That alongside the frequent vibrations coming from your phone in your pocket made it hard to focus on the good parts. Not when your flaws were shining so brightly in your eyes, showing just how far behind you've fallen.
Still, you managed your goodbyes with sincere smiles, ignoring the way Izuku looked at you with a pity that curdled in your stomach. You didn't blame him for pointing out a truth you had been gleefully ignoring for months now. As you slid into the driver's seat of the car, one thought slipped from your mind and sat sour on your tongue. Were you just replacing one bad relationship with another? Your friendship with Ejirou was a balm to you, a sweetness you craved, but underneath the candy coating, was it just as bitter as your relationship? The both of you had blindly covered the bad parts, showing each other just enough of your flaws to feel vulnerable with each other while still keeping that wall up. But who was the wall protecting this time? Were your thoughts even making sense anymore?? You belatedly realized you probably shouldn't linger in the driveway for too much longer, the last thing you needed was more pitying looks and whispered worry. But before you move, you really should swallow the cowardly desire to ignore the messages still flashing on your phone.
Eijirou: You know I'm always down to talk
Eijirou: That sounded a little serious though, everything alright?
Eijirou: You're okay, right? Did something happen?
Eijirou: Honestly, I really want to head over and check on you, butā¦
Eijirou: Idk, that kinda feels like I'm skipping some steps, or crossing some boundaries.
Eijirou: I hope you're alright, and I'll give you some space, but just let me know you're good when you can. We can talk when you're ready.
Eijirou: Can I send Mina to you or something? I just want you to have someone on your side if you're not doing goodā¦
Your eyes ran over the words with a deep sigh. You really should have checked while you were inside. You may be questioning some things, but that didn't mean you can just torture the poor guyā¦ You can only imagine what he's been thinking this whole time.
You: I'm so sorry, I've been with Ochako. I'm alright, promise. There's just some things I want to clear up
You were about to put your phone down and finally leave, but your phone went off before you could even turn the car on.
Eijirou: lol I guess I was overreacting a little, huh? Glad you're safe tho!!! You want to meet somewhere?
You chewed on your lip as you thought. Maybe you were just procrastinating, wanting to protect this version of your friendship for just a little longer, but you just didn't know if you could handle that talk right now.
You: I'm a little tiredā¦ do you have any time tomorrow?
Eijirou: Yeah, no problem!! Wanna grab lunch or something?
You: Yeah, that sounds great. I'll find a place and send you the address. We can meet up there at like noon?
You were sure he noticed that you didn't give him a chance to offer to drive, but he was too polite to bring it up.
Eijirou: Sounds great! (: My treat, so find something good!
Even now, he was being too nice, especially after that scare you gave him. How did that saying go? If it seems too good to be true, it probably is? That's what this whole thing felt like. He just showed up at the best timeā¦ and now it felt like he held all your happiness in the palm of his hand. It was dangerous. How did you keep getting yourself into these kinds of messes?
You had finally gotten yourself home, tossing your keys into the dish on the counter as you headed towards the bathroom. The best medicine for this growing headache you had was a long, mindless shower. Just wash off all of the stress and worry and weird thoughts you've been having.
You stood under the water and justā¦ existed. You let yourself be in the space and forced the tension from your limbs, standing under the spray until you felt like jelly. Your sigh almost echoed in the pristine space, but for this moment, at least the space was yours. After you felt a little less like a ball of tension and more human-adjacent, you moved onto actually cleaning yourself off. You skipped the sweet and spicy scents that usually filled the bathroom for something a bit lighter, a little minty and maybe floral, you weren't the best at placing the scentsā¦ but it was different. Something Katsuki was probably gifted from one of the many companies trying to curry favor from one of the top heroes. But you had decided to claim it. It was now yours, your scent, separate from the same sights, same smells, everything perfectly in place. Except for youā¦ when did you stop fitting in? Did you ever in the first place?
There it was again, those thoughts. It's not like they were doing you any good, but once you started, it seemed like you couldn't stop. You should be grateful, though. Katsuki provided all of this, even the opportunity to stand out. What would you really have without him? You didn't really have anywhere else to go, all of your friends were his friends. All your clothes and food were paid for with his card. Even your car, he was listed on the title and paid for insurance and maintenanceā¦ It sat heavy in your stomach even after you forced the thoughts from your head.
You wrapped yourself in a robe, stepping from the bathroom and hoping you'd find something reasonably comfortable that didn't get caught in the crossfire of your previous fight, belatedly hearing the lock on the front door. Your curiosity got the best of you, peeking towards the entrance before you even heard him.
"Come on out, shitty girl, grab these bags!" It shouldn't have come as a surprise. He was your fiance, and this was his home. You weren't even on the title. Your feet were moving before you could even finish your thought, the traitorous things, finding him in the living room with an armful of bags. Without thinking of it, your eyes drifted to where your degree had adorned the wall, expecting to see the blank wall and being surprised with an admittedly artistic shot of Katsuki's agency, in black and white of course.
"Oi, what are you wearing? You could have at least dressedā¦" You could feel your eyes threatening to roll at his words, but somehow you held them back.
"Sorry, Katsuki. I thought you'd want help sooner rather than later." He quickly started passing over the bags, heavier than you expected.
"Whatever, just put these away. I figured it was time to update your wardrobe." You peeked inside the bag, full of soft greys and light oranges, and your confusion must have shown on your face. "Don't give me that look. I know what looks best on you, and it's about time you start dressing like you're my future wife." He huffed as you looked away from the bag.
"Rightā¦ thank you, Katsuki." The words felt oddly hollow. You supposed you were happy for some more clothes, although you weren't sure they were really for youā¦ but he had obviously spent time and money, a lot of money, on getting these things for you.
"That's a better reaction. Put those away, I'll grab dinner." The way he fell back into his routine made your head spin. It was like nothing ever happened. Should you bring it up? No. No, not right now. You shouldn't ruin the tenuous calm in the house, rejecting the well-meaning peace offering he had brought home. No, you should just be happy that he's fixing his mistake. This was fixing it, right? Actions that spoke louder than words? Katsuki always had a problem with wordsā¦
You put the new clothes away in silence, feeling the cost in each thread even as you noticed the high necklines, the longer sleeves, and the lack of anything but floor-length hems on any pants or dresses. Was this how a wife looks to Katsuki? Modest to a fault and dressed in his colors? Yet you accepted it, for now. Dressed in a pair of regrettably comfortable pants and a cozy grey sweater over your undershirt. Surely this would make him happy, right?
As you stepped out of the room, you were greeted with such amazing smells. He had set up takeout on the coffee table, putting on a show the two of you had started together years ago and had yet to finish. There was even a cocktail waiting for you, and a noticeable lack of spice wafting from the food. He looked up at you as you looked away, not wanting to meet those bright red eyes. "I knew it would look good on you. Now hurry up and sit, I don't have all night."
"Thanks, this smells amazing." You gave him a smile, you think, as you sat down, cautiously taking a bite of your food as he started the show.
"Of fucking course it does, I have good taste." And with that, the two of you fell quiet, trying to ignore the heavy butterflies in your stomach and eat your food. It was so good, something you would normally eat without hesitation, but you paced yourself around the uneasy feeling, draining your drink before you even got halfway through.
Katsuki noticed, of course. You used to admire how perceptive he was. Used to? When did that changeā¦ "You better not be turning into some sort of fucking lush." He chuckled, but the sound feels miles away. He sounds like he's teasing, but it still puts you on edge as you laugh along with him, although you don't know why. He stands and takes your glass with him, returning with another drink. At least the alcohol dulls your nerves, slowly sipping away at it as the show wraps up.
"Finish up and get ready for bed. I've got an early morning, I can't have you keeping me up." He takes the trash and dishes away, leaving you nursing your drink and staring at an empty screen. There's only so long you can take here, only a few sips left and no more excuses you can make. The last few sips taste bitter.
When you finally finish, rinsing your glass once and then again, the odd feeling returns tenfold. If you had been sober, you might have wondered if this was what it felt like being led to execution, the way you walk without any emotion down the hall. It's pure muscle memory the way you strip off the clothes hiding your figure, the way you let Katuski lead you to bed and pose you face down, hand heavy on the back of your neck. And when he finally finds his end behind you, falling into bed and then quickly into sleep, you wonder how long you had been holding your breath. Even then, when you could breathe, the air was heavy and humid, filled with him.
It was naive to think you had made a space for yourself here. He existed, even in the air.
did you give up on pmty? sorry if you already said anything about it i just found out about plmty and iām just wondering if your gonna make a new one
There will be new plmty as I can manage writing it! I do love the series and plan on finishing it, I just do not have a time frame for it at this time
I love this blond babe so much š š Also I am v sorry that this turned into a weird sick fic thing. Unfortunately based on a true story. Once again, so sorry.
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You felt awful. Absolute garbage. You always forgot how unbelievably miserable it felt to not properly breathe through your nose, or how much it bothered you when you heard the gross noise attempting to breathe produced.
But even your sickly moping wasn't enough to put a damper on Denki's mood, barely letting you change into presentable clothes before he was pulling you out the door.
"Don't you worry, babe! I know the best place for soup, and I'm not gonna try to make you food and end up with an even sicker partner!" His sunshine giggle almost made you feel better. Almost.
You immediately regretted not grabbing copious amounts of tissues and cough drops the second you were seated in his car, sniffling and feeling the gross post-nasal drip sliding down your throat. Ick. You tried, unsuccessfully, to clear your throat, only groaning when you could feel all the gunk backed up, but Denki was none the wiser as he got into the driver's seat, putting on high energy music and starting your little adventure.
God, you never got car sick, but between the sloshing in your sinuses and Denki's erratic driving as he sang along to the music and drummed on his steering wheel was threatening to change that. You stayed blissfully quiet besides your sniffling and coughing, keeping an eye on the road.
It was bothering you, that little lump in your throat. You could feel it threatening to dislodge with every timid cough, and began searching for a napkin or anything in the chaos of Denki's car, coming up woefully empty handed. It was only as Denki stopped at a red light much to abruptly, looking at you for back up vocals that the worst happened.
You sneezed, or coughed, or some weird mix of the two, feeling everything drain and come up all at once, and suddenly you were staring at an obnoxious splattering of phlegm staining your hoodie, looking up at Denki with an embarrassed, heart broken look. It was possibly the most disgusting thing you has ever done in your life, in front of your relentlessly upbeat but very teasing boyfriend, and you had no idea how he'd react.
The long, silent pause was killing you slowly, until you heard a small snort from the driver's seat, Denki breaking it into hysterics as tears stung your eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, but what was that?! Are you possessed? Wait, wait... I think I saw this in Ghostbusters!"
"Don't laugh you asshole!" You tried to cover the grossness all over your front, but you couldn't find a way to do that without making an even bigger mess of yourself.
"I'm sorry, sorry!!" He tried to calm himself, wiping his eyes as he drove, pulling into a nearby parking lot. "Hey, at least that basket of laundry in the back will be out to good use! I told you it would~" You rolled your eyes, carefully trying to shuck your hoodie as he hopped out to dig through his clothes, bringing you something to change into as he carelessly threw the soiled hoodie in back.
"You feel better though, right?" He grinned, not even upset when you half-heartedly pushed him away with a smile. At least you got to snuggle into one of his hoodies, feeling warm and secure, knowing if he could love you through that, then you two could make it through anything.
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