This is my submission to @strawberry-nugget‘s Perfect Girl collab. Please check out the masterlist here! The first part beneath was actually written by her too it’s so so good💕
This entire thing was basically inspired by Alesana - The Artist. It’s completely different from anything I’ve ever tried to write before, and I really hope the dark vibes come through and the flashbacks aren’t too confusing! If its not your cup of tea that’s totally fine, I just really wanted to try and get this down on paper. This was supposed to be such a cyberpunk collab and I made it so dark I’M SORRY!
Summary: Bakugou always loved you, even in death. With cutting edge technologies making it possible to bring people back to life, maybe he wouldn’t have to prepare himself to actually let you go.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x robot!reader.
Warnings: 18+, italics used as flashbacks, not proofread!, mentioned murder, strangulation, android/robot decapitation, Bakugou is obsessively in love with us, yandere!Bakugou, cheating (hinted), sex with robots? Cause we’re a robot I guess?😂, creampie.
Word Count: 2.8k.
“I remember things from human life” The voice says. Monotonously, like it’s irrelevant and bleak. “I remember how water feels against your hands and how it feels to step on endless fields of grass. And the way lips swell after a kiss. And how they shrink after”
He chuckles. The sound is so throaty that even he can’t pin it as real. There’s nothing real around him nevertheless. Perhaps it’s you standing before him that’s deceiving; it doesn’t stop his heart from burning in his chest, but it’s your image that hurts- then again, these days, everything hurts.
There’s this echo that surrounds him that’s similar to what lingers after a fight. Yet, this time, he has not been the one on the receiving end of a smile and he’s not the one who claps back with an angry click of his tongue. There’s silence. Lack of emotion.
A cluster sound of disaster in the background doesn’t scare you, it doesn’t even make you flinch- more so blink.
“Do you remember anything?” He asks but a voice on the break of tears and crying shall never come out the way one wants it. At least there are no bags under your eyes to indicate a rainfall on your cheeks
“I remember you” He thinks he hears
And silence fills the void of a second in space and time, or even how much it takes for him to process what you said
“At least I think she does. The memories of her brain that are installed into my hard drive are too be vague according to-”
By the time rivers spill in tears of love from his eyes the droid before him looks anything but you. It’s still your voice, Your eyes, your lips, your hair but he misses the way your eye would gleam and how you’d smile.
“We did our best to save her, Dynamight.” The words echoed in his ears as he watched them work on you. Tools digging into the cogs at the back of your neck as your lashes flickered erratically. Glitching in front of him as he took a tentative step closer, focused on you as though you were the only one in the room.
“We’ve implanted her memories, but some of the fragments have disintegrated through the transfer, so there is a chance the fusion could be unsuccessful.” The scientist spoke as Bakugou raised a palm to stroke your cheek.
“I thought you said you could do it.” Bakugou rasped back, his patience wearing thin.
He’d already spent too long without you.
Bakugou hadn’t been ready to lose you yet, not after everything you’d been through together. So desperately in love with you that he couldn’t imagine living without you, breathing without you. Some would say he’d sold his soul to the devil as he contacted a Scientific corporation set deep in the criminal underbelly in Musutafu to try and keep you alive. If anyone were to find out the number two Pro was doing unscrupulous dealings with the criminals he was tasked to apprehend he would surely lose his entire career, even if he was doing it for one reason and one reason alone— love.
“We can- I mean that is, we have, Dynamight.” The man continued, “But these technologies are new and still advancing, we don’t know how unstable they are and with little trials-”
Bakugou stopped listening as he allowed his thumb to trail across your lips, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage as he felt the love for you continuing to swirl around him.
“I’m taking her home.” Bakugou cut the man off, uninterested in anything else he had to say. It didn’t matter, not when you were finally reunited, you were finally his again.
“She isn’t ready, we still need to-” Bakugou delved into his jacket pocket to thrust a wad of money against the man’s chest as he staggered back from the force. Glancing down at the money as he held it in his arms before sighing softly.
“Just keep an eye on it.” He muttered.
“Her.” Bakugou snarled.
“Her,” The scientist was quick to correct himself, “And if there’s anything unusual just call me.”
It felt good to have you home again, to share the same bed. The number of lonely nights he’d spent without you in his arms had been unbearable, the thought of losing you completely was too much to bear.
He should’ve been quicker, if he’d just made it to the crime scene on time he’d have been there to save you. No matter how many times Kirishima and Midoriya would say to him that it wouldn’t have mattered, that you were dead for hours, the body was already cold. Dynamight still should’ve done something.
“You gonna protect me, Dynamight.” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink as you swayed to the music thumping through the speakers in the dingy dive bar, “Keep me safe from all the creeps in here?”
“I’d do anything for you,” He replied simply.
You looked the same, pretty eyes staring back at him as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You even smelled the same, although that could be the essence of your perfume he’d doused you in to try and surround himself with you again. But there was a difference that Bakugou couldn’t seem to come to terms with, something that no matter how hard he tried filled him with a sick sense of dread.
You were cold.
And not like the cold he used to experience when you’d put your feet on his calves in bed, giggling as he tried to push you away. This was a chill that ran straight through you, permeating your insides as it made it feel like you weren’t even real.
“We’re working on that,” They’d told him the first time he’d questioned it, the scientists clearly aware of all the drawbacks of this new technology, “There are many issues that can always be solved with a software or hardware upgrade, she’ll be perfect eventually.”
But even with all the faults, being with you was still better than being alone. Clinging to your body as you lay with him at night, his face pressed into the curve of your neck as he spooned your smaller frame. The length of him almost curled around you as he let his hands wander, pressing into the plush skin of your hips as he let himself have the first night of peaceful sleep he’d had in weeks.
Of course, the good times were short-lived, the dreams slowly turning to nightmares as he was plagued with past memories that infiltrated his consciousness and turned dark.
“Bakugou, Bakugou— please, don’t do this. I’m sorry, I can’t— no, please.” The terrifying sound of your voice still repeated in his ears, hearing it in his nightmares.
He’d been selfish, selling his soul to the devil in the desperate hope of keeping you alive. He wasn’t ready to let you go.
How could he ever be ready to let you go when you were his entire world?
“Missed you so much, sweetheart,” He murmured, a hand tentatively reaching up to palm your soft breast, “Did you miss me too?”
“Yes, Bakugou.”
“Call me Katsuki.” The faintest hint of a snarl flashed across his features as you called him by his given name.
“Yes, Katsuki.”
“That’s my good girl,” He hummed, leaning down to take one of your nipples between his lips, “My perfect girl.”
“Man, you gotta leave her alone.” Kirishima stepped into his office without knocking, causing his friend to growl as he kept his head buried in paperwork, “She put the restraining order in this morning, it’s about to get signed off.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s thinking,” Bakugou dismissed, “She’s not well.”
“She‘s scared, man.” Kirishima tried to reason with his friend, “She doesn’t want to be with you.”
“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know shit.” Bakugou snarled, standing up from the desk as papers flew in all directions. His palms crackled as he activated his quirk, Kirishima taking a slow step back as he prepared to brace for impact.
“I know she just wants to be happy,” Kirishima replied solemnly, “So why don’t you let her?”
“Shitty hair’s a fuckin’ idiot, ain’t that right princess?” Bakugou murmured, pressing his forehead to your own as he plunged into your tight cunt, trying to remember how warm you used to feel when your walls clung to his fat cock— now you just felt cold.
Bakugou released a heavy breath through his nose as he began a languid pace, hands mapping out your body as though he was rediscovering your body. Checking it for any differences that he had yet to notice, but you were the same. Even down to the exact shade of your areola as your nipples peeked from the stroke of his calloused thumbs.
“Missed this, sweetheart,” He hummed, ruby eyes watching his cock plunge in and out of your tightness, “Missed you.”
“Yeah,” You replied robotically, eyes staring up at him vacantly.
“I know you’re still in there, princess.” Bakugou’s warm palm cupped your cheek, his thumb gripping your chin to try and search your irises to find your soul. The scientists said most of your memories would stay intact during the transfer, and Bakugou only hoped that meant only the good would remain, “I know you love me fuckin’ this pretty pussy.”
“I do,” You sighed, “Feels good.”
“Yeah?” Bakugou replied smugly, increasing his pace as he began to fuck into your pliant walls with more vigour, the lewd paps of his hips meeting yours filled the room but it was different. No longer the sound of skin against skin as it was more akin to parts rubbing together. Like the sound of him fucking into his fleshlight on those lonely nights alone when he wished you were with him. The times during the night when he’d tried to call you over, to be with you or even just hear the sound of your voice.
“Please, leave me alone.” You pleaded on the phone to him, your voice hoarse from the amount you’d cried, “My boss let me go today because he said he didn’t want to be threatened by Dynamight.”
“It was just a one-night stand, you knew that.” You continued, “I told you when I left in the morning I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”
“Yeah, but we had something special that night.”
“We had nothing, Bakugou.” You cried, “We are nothing. Please, stop calling me.”
You hung the phone up as your words ruminated, repeating in Bakugou’s mind. You did have something, something wonderful. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t see that, that he needed to convince you. And he would.
Slipping his boots on as he left his home to see you, ignoring the incoming call from Kirishima as he turned off his phone so that he was untraceable as he moved through the quiet streets of Musutafu.
“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Bakugou groaned, moving your arms to wrap around his waist as he continued his sloppy pace. Burying his cock inside you to the hilt as he peppered kisses against your neck, “So perfect for me.”
Bakugou's warm breath fanned against your face as he pressed his weight against your body, fooling himself that the heat was radiating from you. Remembering how it felt when you'd rake your nails along the apex of his back, leaving crimson lines in their wake.
Your breasts began to bounce as his pace became more erratic, uncaring about how merciless his movements were becoming as the blunt head of his cock plunged against your cervix with each ferocious thrust. His balls tightening as he found himself reaching his peek, standing at the edge of the cliff as he prepared to fall over the edge. His crimson eyes bore into your own as he pressed a wet kiss to your pouty lips.
“I love you.” He whispered gruffly, his nose bumping your own as he continued his rough pace.
"Wha?" You hummed, the slightest scrunch to your nose indicated that the real you was still there somewhere, wracking your brain for the memories that would aid you in this stiuation. Memories that would help you recall what was happening right now, how you felt-
“Say it back.” Bakugou barked harshly.
“I don’t know-” The words weren’t wired to your programming when you thought about him, the man that held your heart was no longer here.
You couldn’t describe the sensation- it felt as though you were no longer here but you were still entirely present. Wondering whether you may be a ghost as you stared up at the familiar ceiling inside Bakugou’s room, and maybe you were. Just a ghost holding on to superficial memories that no longer mattered, not when you weren't here- or were you?
The memories you had with Bakugou certainly felt otherworldly, remembering the drunken night you’d spent with him while you’d been on a break with Shindo Yo. A tangled mess of limbs as you spent the night in Bakugou’s arms before leaving the next morning.
The one-night stand may have been just that for you, but to Bakugou it solidified your feelings for him. And his feelings for you intensified, texting Kirishima that you were going to be moving in with him.
Kirishima[8.04AM]: That’s great man, but don’t think you should be moving that fast?
Bakugou[8.05AM]: Why not when I know she’s the one?
Bakugou[8.06AM]: I’m going to be late to work this morning, I’m going to try and find a ring.
Kirishima[8.08AM]: Bro, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.
Kirishima[8.20AM]: Can I at least meet her first?
Kirishima[9.30AM]: Kats?
Kirishima[3.01PM]: Bro? Text me back. You’ve never missed work?
“Say it,” He snarled, his hips knocking against the backs of your thighs as the sound of his balls slapped against your ass, “Tell me you love me.”
I love you, I love you, I love you repeated in your head. The memories beginning to come back as you felt them enter your consciousness, surrounding you with that feeling of adoration as the words flew from your lips.
“I love you, Yo.” If only you’d been honest with your feelings and allowed him to love you as you deserved, none of this would be happening right now.
"What?" Bakugou growled, "No- Katsuki. I told you to call me Katsuki."
"Katsuki?" You repeated the word as if it were foreign on your tongue.
You were broken, you had to be. He was the only one that should hold your heart, not him. But at least now he’d have you forever, the man who you’d claimed was your boyfriend Shindo Yo, Pro-Hero Grand, was now incarcerated in Tartarus for life for committing your murder. Even his best friend Kirishima seemed uneasy about that verdict, knowing Bakugou was more than capable of killing you— thinking an innocent man was now behind bars paying for his crimes no matter how many times Bakugou would try to convince him that he didn’t do it.
"You're mine," He growled, grinding his teeth, "You'll always be mine."
“What did you do?” Kirishima looked at his best friend nervously as he sat behind the desk in his office sorting through paperwork.
“What do you mean?” Bakugou didn’t look up as he signed the bottom of a mission report.
“Man, I got like 8 voicemails from her last night. Did you go to her house?" Kirishima asked as he lingered in front of Bakugou's desk.
“You’re a Pro-Hero and she had your number, she was probably looking for help with something.” Bakugou scoffed.
“She sounded petrified, though. Did you say something to her?”
“I didn’t do shit.” Bakugou snarled, "It's probably that prick Grand, he's enough to upset anyone."
“Where were you last night, man?” Kirishima continued, “Your secretary said you were out on patrol but I didn’t see you anywhere.”
“You fuckin’ following me now?” Bakugou growled.
“No,” Kirishima mumbled, “But it’s not like you to disappear like that.”
“I didn’t disappear, I was doin’ my fuckin’ job.”
At least now Bakugou could identify why the cold sensation of your android body upset him so much, it was because this is how cold your body felt on the day he murdered you. The chill encapsulated you as he watched the life slowly drain from your eyes as they held the same distant gaze you held now.
There was a morbid news report playing in the foyer of Dynamight’s agency as Kirishima made his way in to see his best friend, the same report had been on a loop on the channel all morning as he’d dropped his coffee mug on the kitchen floor. Breaking off into shards as the hot liquid scorched his skin, but nothing could conceal the feeling of dread he’d felt hearing the words as he began to try and call Bakugou’s cell phone with no response.
A body has been found in the early hours of this morning at the residence of the current number thirty Pro-Hero Grand. Police and forensics are still investigating the scene, but the death is being treated as suspicious. The body is thought to be that of his girlfriend, a civilian who was also working beneath the recently retired Pro-Hero Manual at his agency here in Musutafu. We will have more information when it becomes available.
The mechanical robot in front of him is now like a macabre mausoleum, capturing you in time for eternity. It was as though even in death you didn’t want him to be happy, even now you wanted him to suffer.
“Fuckin’ bitch,” Bakugou felt his large palms weaving around your neck as he continued thrusting into your pliant body, fingers pinching against your jugular as he increased the pressure, “Sayin’ his name when you’re with me now? You’re mine, you were always mine.”
Except this time there was no colour draining from your face, your eyes were already gone.
You were already gone.
Bakugou's eyes were almost as vacant as your own as he managed to rip your head clean off your neck in a sheer display of power and brute strength. Calloused palms heated up as the rage continued scorching through his body, melting the fake skin and wearing it down to the cogs and gears inside you, showing him who you really were.
A machine.
Bakugou gave a few more messy thrusts as he came inside your pliant walls, painting them white with his release. Pulling out of your spent cunt with a groan, his warm spend spilling from your ruined hole as it dribbled onto the bed. Leaving you lying motionless much like you had the last day he saw you alive, the last day he got to hold you.
“You fuckin’ made me do it, I didn’t want to do this,” Bakugou mumbled, a stray tear trickling down his cheek as the lifeless, lax android version of you lay broken atop his sheets. This time there was no blood, just broken cogs and the toxic stretch of burning silicone, "I just wanted us to be together forever."
Picking up his cell phone Bakugou searched for the science lab's contact number, hearing the familiar ring until the call connected.
“Hey Dynamight, is everything okay?”
“The transfer was unsuccessful.” Bakugou snarled, “Try again.”
The raven looked towards the being of Life, the exact opposite of him in every aspect -- Not just their realm of power, but also their personality & their appearance were, amber hues gazed towards the blond as he watched bring some flowers into bloom which brought an ever so slight smile towards his face.
But, that was when his gaze looked down towards a deer that had made it’s way towards him, but he moved backwards away from it as he shook his head. If it touched him, he knew that it would just end up dying & Ventus wouldn’t be able to bring the creature back since it would break the natural order of things.
“ --- I wouldn’t get close to me, I’m not a good thing to be around” Vanitas spoke rather softly towards the deer, only to soon feel it’s wet nose rub itself gently against his pale hand, which then followed by a deep sigh escaping his lips. He knew that a slight touch like that would make the death rather painful, so he just decided to start actually petting it as he then watched the creature go to lie down --- The raven crouching down as it did to continue petting it to allow the creature a rather peaceful death.
We were discussing League lore today (my irl friends, the husbeast and I) and my dearest husband hit everyone right in the feels in a pretty heavy way. He stated:
“The cruelest thing I could imagine Thresh saying to Lucian would be: ‘When I killed your wife I collected TWO souls.’ ...”
And everyone just kind of stopped and stared at him like. “Dude....”
"Quinn, I know you see it as giving up but I’m so tired of fighting. I just want to rest. I can’t remember the last time I was able to eat without throwing up five minutes later. This is no longer life. So please, please, please be with me in this one?" She was so tired and weak, it was a huge effort to stay awake. Quinn had been by her side since the beginning, since the fateful day she was diagnosed with the terminal illness. But now Mercedes was no longer scared of death, she needed the pain to stop. Death seemed like an reward, like a relief. But if Quinn wanted her to keep fighting she would. Because the thought of hurting her was unbearable.
Drabble: Read to find out.
Requested by: Lia
Triggers: drug use, death.
So even though I love this drabble very much I’ve decided to put it under read more because I open up with something very intense and don’t want to upset anyone. If you do choose to read it I thank you very much. Also thank Lia for doing this.
He watched the blood shoot in fingers pushed the plunger down before letting it go quickly moving his sweaty fingers to the tourniquet working to pull it free. Almost instantly his breath hitched, everything going black for a moment. The car spun taking the world with it. He felt it in his gut the roar of bile as it rolled up his esophagus like a bowling ball down a lane sinking all the pins. The car door barely opened, if one was looking on they’d have seen a man slump to the side the contents of his stomach being emptied on the street.
He sat up slowly eyes going straight to the mirror. He didn’t attempt to look away the light blue eyes that had held many things; love, loyalty and honor now were blackened by everything but. Hallow. Numb. The drugs dulled the pain but left the angry. Oh the angry it grew with each minute. He had distanced himself hoping the angry would fade that it would dissipate like the pain had. Maybe it would die like the flowers that he had received, bouquets and bouquets of flowers all of them died.
This town had taken everything from him and created someone who wasn’t able to even look at himself in the mirror. Slowly Launceston had taken everything first his grandparents, Lisa, then his house, then Erin Katie and his son.
He adjusted the tie that was around his neck before climbing out of his truck making sure not to step in the mess he had created. They had decided to have a memorial for his family, Angelo and Sal. They had worked hard to put it together the least the loyalist could do was show his respects. Hadn’t he not even been there to bury his own family? Hidden away in the basement of his house a bottle pressed to lips. Every little piece of him had disappeared, his unshaven haggard appearance shown for it clearly.
He knew every face that was before him and though he had hoped that the drugs would give the courage to face them they hadn’t. He felt his skin crawl as everyone turned towards him the dull roar that had been in the room when the doors closed behind was hushed now focused on the man who had stumbled in. He stood there staring back at them before taking a step forward then another. His eyes falling upon on man who stepped from the crowd causing it to part around him.
“Nathaniel.”
He hadn’t even recognized his own name. As if the Italian man before him was speaking his mother tongue. Nathaniel’s facial expression didn’t change as his hand came up slowly had they missed the item that had tightly clenched in his fist. To focus on his face to see what was coming. Nathaniel pointed the gun at the Italian, the Italian whom at one pointed he had loved and trusted. The man whom he entrusted his wife and children’s life with. And he failed them.
The gun shot rang out loudly followed by screams and returned fire. Two bodies colliding with the floor in a thump but there was only one that seemed to cause people to flock to them. Nathaniel head slumped to the side blinking a few times to focus on the image before him. Salvatore’s hands pressed hard against the wounds of Angelo Morello who laid bleeding out on the floor just feet from him.
Drabble Request: Nate calms Salvatore down from killing Erin.
Characters: Erin, Nate, Salvatore
Requested: Lia
The pickup truck bounced over the curb tires digging into the dirt as the truck came to a stop, the door flying open before the truck was fully in park. Nate didn’t look back to see if the door closed behind, the car he had been chasing after was already parked in the drive way. Front door of his house was left ajar Nate ran forward there was no hiding the panic that filled his features and nothing would prepare him for the imagine that he had walked into.
“Please.” Nate heard her voice as he ran through the doorway and down the hallway. He grabbed onto the door frame of the living room where he found them. Salvatore was yelling his voice growing with each word that stumbled past his lips, not leaving any time for Erin to respond. After all what could she say. For a moment Nate let his eyes linger on her, he could see Erin’s big eyes staring up at the Italian who was hovering over her. A combination of fear and guilt shown in them. Nate could see the anger in Salvatore’s features, for a man who always seemed composed Nate could see his dominate hand which held the gun now trained on Erin, shaking. He wondered if it was shaking out of blind angry or like his own that had been shaking because he couldn't believe what was happening. Never before had he felt so blinded side.
Nate didn’t hear her words though. He forced himself to block out her words, the ones that fell from her lips now as she begged and pleaded for her life and the ones he could hear inside his head. All the I Love You's and Run to Me's, it all had been a fabrication. He couldn’t let himself get wrapped up in her words. The pain that dripped from each word that she spoke, it would be hard but Nate needed to calm Sal down. Nate took a step forward then another not quiet putting himself between Erin and the gun but close enough that Salvatore could now see his face.
“Sal,” Nate’s voice calm, his blue hues meeting those of the man he trusted with his life. “I need you to listen to me. You don’t want to do this. I know you're angry and you have every right to be. What she did. It was has no excuses. She-" Nate was cut off by Salvatore's booming voice as he nostrils flared and he took a step forward pushing the gun to her forehead.
“You don’t know what I want Nathaniel. She’s a traitor.”
Nate swallowed hard looking at Erin from the corner of his eyes as he nodding his head not at her but at Salvatore, for the words he spoke were the truth. The simple yes falling from his lips. She bore his last name and she was a traitor. All along she had been here, wormed her way into his life. When he started working for Salvatore further she started feeding information back to Nicholas. Every little detail of their life had been a lie and the anger that Salvatore was showing was raging on inside of him as well.
Fuck, Nate thought to himself as he ran a hand over his face, a low frustrated sigh leaving his lips. He didn’t look at Erin as much as he wanted too. As much as he wanted to ask her why she had done it. If it had been worth it. He couldn’t face her because there was a chance the look on her face or the answers that fell past her lips might have made him change what he was about to do. What he was about to say.
“You..You can’t do this because I’m the one she hurt.” The words that were coming from his lips sounded cold, detached almost. “Let me.” He nodded his head confirming to himself what needed to be done. Though it wasn't Salvatore that needed to do it. Nate reached his hand out, his eyes barreling into Salvatore's for a moment.
A moment that would change everything. A moment where there would be no going back ever. Nate would solidify his alliance with the Mancini's as his fingers wrapped around the warm steel, finger slipping over the trigger. It was in that moment when his eyes finally found hers. A look that would haunt him as he pulled the trigger. He hadn't been able to rip his gaze away as her head slammed backwards by the pressure of the bullet before slumping to the ground. Nate lowered his hand before holding the gun out for Salvatore to take. He didn't say anything more, after all there was nothing left to say.
A week ago my Grandfather, James Kirk (not even kidding), died. It was difficult and the family is still recovering, but he was old and had lived a wonderful life and my father described the death multiple times as "a beautiful death". I wasn't present, but I did sing at his memorial service and it was really hard and uncomfortable and I don't recommend it. I'm not the type to really heal from that sort of an excursion, and it forced me to make my grieving public, which was stressful and hard. I felt like I made myself more sad there. But maybe I needed it, I dunno.
I like to think that when the sun shines on me its him- he died in the morning, right at sunrise, so i dunno. It's a nice lil sentiment that I'm incredibly embarassed to have and am already regretting sharing.
Home life has been more stressful than ever, but I think things will start to settle down fairly soon.
Thanks for reading. And a moment of silence for the magnificent James Kirk- good luck on whatever adventures he goes on next.
