𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
paramedic!reader x prohero!bakugo
a/n: happy birthday the love of my life, the light of my mornings, and the stars of my dusk @kiyelle ! i'm posting this a lil earlier, but i hope you have an amazing birthday sweetheart; i'm so glad we're close and i can't wait to visit you in paris and go to the olympics with you <33
tw. blood, injuries, swearing, hospitals, needle mention
bakugo’s back slammed into a wall, and his head snapped backward, knocking against the concrete. blood ran down his forehead into his eyes, clouding his vision into a blur of red.
heaving in an agonising breath, bakugo ran through every situation and possible action available. his injuries were bad but the villain wasn’t in the greatest shape either; bakugo wasn’t going to let himself reach this level of damage without bringing them down with him too. so if he could just get the fuck up, he could finally crush the pesky bastard into a bloody pulp.
but just as his hands began warming up, through the ringing of his ears bakugo heard muted sounds of a fight starting up again behind the screen of smoke. his hands went cold. there weren’t any other heroes on duty nearby, and if they were, they definitely weren't strong enough to take on this calibre of villain.
bakugo gritted his teeth, and cursed at whichever dumb extra came and interrupted the battle, adding on another risk factor that bakugo has to keep in mind.
“stay still.” a stern voice came from beside him, and bakugo started, head whipping to the source of the voice.
“i said stay still.” you punctuated with a snarl. “you’re critically injured. stay down. shoto is here and taking care of the villain.”
he recognised you. even through the crimson blurring his vision and even through the ringing in the ears, he recognised you. and his blood boiled at the sight.
“i’m fine.” bakugo snapped, jerking himself away from your precise hands assessing his injuries. the sudden movement elicited a hiss, a stabbing pain blooming in his chest.
“no, dynamight.” you always say his name with such venom. each syllable like a slap to his face. “you’re not. several ribs broken, possibly a punctured lung, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion are only just some of your injuries.”
bakugo clenched his jaw and his ruby eyes burned into your own obstinate ones. he knew each and every thing you said was correct and his nostrils flared at the thought.
“so shut the fuck up, let me do my work, and you can go on your merry way as fast as possible because trust me, we all want that. got it?” you stare at him, a brow raised just waiting for him to combat your words.
if icy hot truly was here, then in reality, the battle was already over. bakugo was sure all civilians were evacuated, and that the villain was damaged just enough that one more grapple would have ended it.
“hurry up shitty woman.” his eyes tore from yours, and he looked forward, refusing to acknowledge you. as soon as he gave his consent, you started working, hands moving with a practised fluency. he respected your skills and what you did, but bakugo didn’t miss (and definitely didn’t appreciate) the colourful mumbling underneath your breath, most likely aimed at him.
as you tried to staunch the blood loss from the various gashes that you could see on his body, you could tell he was losing blood worryingly fast. his eyes, however razor focused they usually were when you would watch him on the television, were losing focus, and his pupils were dilated, the inky blank eating up the burning crimson.
“dynamight.” you make eye contact. “the ambulance is right around the corner. my colleagues know our location and are coming with a stretcher and you’ll be in a hospital in no time.” you speak clearly and concisely, gently guiding him to lay down on his back, and preparing a tourniquet. “just focus on your breathing.”
his laboured breaths grew rhythmic, and his eyes fluttered to a close. as his vision grew black, he could hear your voice calling over more paramedics, and as he lost consciousness the last thing he felt was the cool gentle touch of your palm on his forehead, pushing back the blonde strands stuck to his sweaty skin.
the ringing in his ears were dull now. his head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton, and he could barely feel his limbs. bakugo tried to sit up with a grunt, but was immediately shut down with a firm hand to his chest. “nu-uh, you’re not going anywhere. especially not with those injuries.”
bakugo prepared to bare his teeth at whoever dared to stop him, but as his eyes laid on you, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. you didn't usually stay with him until he woke up. usually you just storm into the aftermath of his battles, and cuss at him until he stands down to let you treat him. that doesn’t always work, unfortunately for you. but when he does, you just leave and disappear as quickly as you came.
“the hell are you doing here?” bakugo rasps, each breath still a symphony of pain.
“making sure my patient is ok.” you cross your arms, eyes drifting over to look outside the window beside his hospital bed. “you were pretty wrecked by that villain. got me worried for a second there.” you frowned, and bakugo noticed the stiffness in your posture.
he coughed out a breath of laughter. “as if i would let some puny shit-stain of a villain like that take me down.”
at those words, a burst of laughter erupted from you, and bakugo paused. he doesn’t think he’s ever heard you laugh like that before. maybe the rare exhale of air from your nose as he swears at you from your many previous encounters, but never like this.
“that’s true.” you concede, and get up from where you were sat next to him. bakugo’s ruby eyes track your every movement as you go to slide open the door of his ward “I’ll go get your nurse. try not to scare them off-“
“thank you.”
you freeze, you’re hand resting light against the doorhandle. you had to question whether you imagined hearing those words as you turn to look at the bed ridden pro hero.
“sorry?”
“you heard me.” bakugo looked stonily ahead of him, refusing to meet your eyes.
a smile crept on to your lips. so he finally decided to show some gratitude; it only took him about three life or death situations. oh, you were going to remember this for a very very long time. and by the grimaced look on his face, he knew exactly that.
“hm sorry dynamight,” his jaw clenched and his fists tightened at the way you said his name. “i didn’t quite catch that.” you hum tapping a finger against your chin comically with the most infuriating smile bakugo has ever seen.
“get your hearing checked then dipshit i’m not repeating myself.”
“that what you say to the person who saved your life?”
“i already said thank you now fuck off.”
you laugh softly to yourself; even when in a hospital bed, completely immobile with countless tubes and needles stuck inside of him is he still an annoying brat.
“don’t miss me too much.” you give him a two finger salute, and as you turn to leave, you just miss the ruby stare that flick over to you, and linger even as the door slides to a close.
a/n: ok so ik im on a writing hiatus but shush don't say anything
⁰⁰¹.pairings: various x fem!reader | ft. bakugou, todoroki, shinsou
⁰⁰².warnings: none !!
⁰⁰³.genre: fluff, crack + sfw !!
⁰⁰⁴.notes: hello hello !! should i do this on jjk too?? 🤔
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𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔
— if bakugou be seeing his kid, he would NOT believe in it. He has a dream to become number one! Why would he settle down and have a kid in the first place?! The little boy looked him dead in the eyes and said, "you look ugly."
His friends laughed out loud at him and asked who was the mother of the kid bakugou. The kid didn't answer and ignored the question. Because he saw you passing by the hallways and hugged you. You were surprised to see the kid hugging your waist.
"Uhh, kid? I think you've mistaken me.."
Bakugou and the rest saw you, and had their jaws wide open, except him. No no, it can't be you.
"Mama, why does dada look so ugly?" he pointed out bakugou. You laughed, "kid, I think you banged your head or something," you patted his little head. You crouched down and asked, "what's your daddy and mommy looked like?"
Bakugou's ear perked up and listened to the kid's answer, "mama was a good teacher and dada was this big scary guy who blasts bad guys to the sky! and! and! i-i wanna be like that too!" The kid said with full energy with the corner of his eyes, started to tear up.
Kirishima and the others stared bawling their eyes out from the cuteness of the kid's answer. Kirishima started clapping, "what a *sniff* manly kid"
The kid began to disappear like a cloud of dust and was gone for ten seconds, probably returned to his original world and home. The bell rang, signaling everyone to go back to their respected classes.
You were about to go back to your calss when bakugou stepped ou and said, "i'll walk you to class."
𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈
— he sees the kid in the heights alliance, which was weird. Who lets their child be lost in this ginormous building? He approached the girl and asked, "are you lost? Does your parents know that you're here?"
The little girl shook her head in disagreement, "i-i just woke up and i was here, i don't know why i'm here because that i- d-daddy will get angry if i got lost..." she cried. Poor little girl.
He offered his hand to her and said, "i'll help you find you parents."
The little girl held his hand gently and giggled, "your hand is cold. Are you sick?" She asked. Todoroki shook his head and replied, "it's because of my quirk," he showed both of his quirks simultaneously, revealing ice on the left and fire on the left.
The little girl's eyes began to widen her smile widened as he sees todoroki power that reminds her of her daddy. "y-you have the same powers as my daddy!" She excitingly said.
Todoroki raised his eyebrows in confusion, "may i ask on what's you daddy's name?" He asked.
"Oh! My daddy's name is Todoroki Shouto," she replied. A good idea popped on his mind, if this was his daughter then, who was the mother? "May i also know who is your mother?" He asked once again.
"My mommy's name is Todoroki y/n. But daddy always calls her darling. Ewww," she formed bith of her index fingers with a 'x' sign and sticks out her tongue.
Oh.
Out of all people, it has to be you. And he likes the idea of it.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔
— the funny bit was that shinsou's eye widened as he sees the kid who has the same face as him. He looked at the kid once again, to see he was not dreaming just simply too sleepy that he was seeing someone.
"Come on dad, don't look at me like that- you're even more creepy," she said. He blinked a couple of times and looked away, "sorry," he apologized. The little girl pointed at him, "I didn't know why mom married you anyway. You always looked sleepy."
He felt like an iron block fell on his head when he's supposed to be daughter roasted him. "Is that how you speak to everyone?" He asked the girl.
"—shinsou! kuro was stick in the tree again!"
The little girl smiled widely with her eyes blaming with happiness, she ran off to the voice where it came from. Shinsou heard your yelling voice so he ran off in your direction. Both of them reached to you to see you panic. Because the cat was on the tree.
Shinsou look above and let kut a small sigh.
"How did he even get there?"
"Well, bakugou earlier tried to go near to Kuro and yeah, he jumped off and rushed out to the tree, and now I can't do that because I can't climb— oh, who's this little girl?" You bend your knees to see the girl.
"Mama!" She exclaimed. Both you and shinsou blushed at the little girl's word. Shinsou blushed more because now he knew the mother of his child. Whoever thought of him and you, having a kid together?
breaking up with shoto todoroki since he’s neglectful of the responsibilities he has in a relationship and no matter how many times he’s been told to try harder, he never does - and he only now seems to understand just what he had (and lost).
“please, i can try harder! i can be better, please, i didn’t understand, but i do now, i promise! everything can be perfect, it will be, please, just, don’t- don’t leave me”
warnings :: gn!reader, angst
it hurts because he does mean it this time.
promises of “i can do better— i will be better” spill out of his mouth so much they could form oceans. yet, because you’ve heard it so many times— because you’ve waded through these waters so many times— they’re unlikely to move you.
it hurts because you want him to mean it this time.
you can’t forget that you loved him. maybe that’s why you stayed as long as you did, why you forgave as long as you did. that knowing of loving him, of having had loved him— almost second nature to you— begs almost as much as he does for you to stay.
it hurts because you can’t trust that he means it this time.
yes, he wants you to. so badly it numbs every other feeling he has, so badly it leaves his nerves in shock, hands trembling a little as he reaches for you.
yes, you want to. so badly it tugs at you painfully, threatening to damage you more than being abandoned by him has.
that’s exactly why you have to leave.
the reality hits him with such force it almost gives him whiplash, and all he can do is watch you turn your back on his trembling hand, the same hand you know you would’ve taken had he realised sooner. had he learned sooner. had he listened sooner.
shoto can’t do anything but watch as you walk out of the room, of the house, on him— yet he knows he walked out first a long time ago.
and it hurts because he knows you can’t walk back because he promises to.
it hurts because he knows it’s not enough this time.
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warnings — pure softness, cuddling; characters are in their twenties
my notes — back from my writing hiatus! send me some requests <3
➶ shoto todoroki
when he wakes up with your right arm around his torso and your leg over his, he smiles softly to himself, pleased with the closeness. he doesn’t move, only snuggles further into your embrace. he hears your quiet exhale, feels you nuzzle your face into his neck.
“good morning,” he whispers, doubting you’ll hear him. “sleep well?”
surprisingly, you shift, leg falling back onto the sheets. “yeah,” you whisper, “you’re very comfortable.” his cheeks warm with both affection and light embarrassment at your words, and he chuckles to himself. “love you.”
➶ katsuki bakugo
he’s a light sleeper, and when he feels you grip onto him at night, he wakes up with a scowl on his face. the lightness of your face just barely against his back and your right arm wrapped around him pulls the scowl right off his face.
he doesn’t say anything, only falls back to sleep; he’ll likely tease you the next morning about it, though. however, he can’t say he didn’t like it.
➶ denki kaminari
he wasn’t fully asleep when you’d cuddled him like this, and was very surprised and delighted to feel your embrace. “everything okay, baby?” he asks, noticing how tightly you’re gripping him.
you try to find the right words to tell him you were afraid and needed some comfort, but all you say is “i needed you.” part of him feels prideful (?) while the other part of him feels flustered. he makes a mental note to cuddle you like this whenever he’s feeling upset.
➶ tamaki amajiki
he woke up in the morning, about to get himself ready for the day; as he tried to leave the bed, he felt your tight grip preventing him from doing so.
“hey,” he says softly, “i have to get ready.” he rubs a hand across your back, hoping to wake you up.
you stir, sighing heavily. “please don’t. can you stay home today?”
“i can,” he says immediately, “of course i can. anything for you.”
note from viv : i have been going through the most intense tsukishima phase...
when your earbuds get tangled, tsukishima silently grabs them from you and untangles them, handing them back to you without a word. if you use rechargable headphones, he always plugs them in when he sees them.
if you’re sitting on the couch or bed alone, kageyama always sits down beside you and wraps his arms around you. he often does this after petty fights; presses his face into your neck and whispers i’m sorry.
whenever you’re doing something and a good song comes on, semi grabs your hands and dances with you to it, spinning you around and laughing. he’ll get flustered if you do this to him.
kuroo helps you with anything you may be physically struggling with, and he inadvertently flirts with you while helping you out.
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thinkin about bakugo going out on his early morning runs (think 5am). he gets out of bed as quietly as possible and gets ready in the dark as to not wake you up. he would place the most gentle kiss on your forehead and smile fondly at you as you stir slightly in your sleep.
thinkin about bakugo coming back from his run, all sweaty and hot, ready to jump into the shower. he drops off some groceries he picked up on the way, and comes into the bedroom to be met with the sight of you, still fast asleep.
thinkin about how bakugo realises that somehow, you’ve migrated over to sleep in his side. you’ve moved all the way across the large bed, flipped over on your stomach, face pressed into his pillow, drool drying on the corner of your lips. and he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
