andrea

andrea / she/her / requests are OPEN!

chapter 5 : lost hopes and dreams

chapter 4: true crime podcaster

chapter 3: what dat mean

so i don’t have to say you were the one that got away.

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summer after highschool when we first met

he’d remembered it so vividly, seeing you across the street from him, clad in your hero outfit as you helped an elderly citizen cross the street, the boy sticking up his nose as he turned to his friend.

“when i’m a pro, you’d never see me doing worthless shit like that.” he snickered.

you could’ve heard him from a mile away, his voice piercing through your ears as you quickly turned up behind him, ready to stand your ground.

“hey-!” you tapped his shoulder.

“l/n, let’s move.” best jeanist appeared behind you as you grumbled, nonetheless going to his side.

we’d make out in your mustang to radiohead

you’d sat in his car with him, the boy agreeing to give you a ride home after your internship, you didn’t even know how it happened.

how the stupid idiot who called you out in the street ended up becoming one of your close friends, maybe it was due to the fact that you’d both gone to the same agency to do your internships.

or maybe it was because deep down, you knew he wasn’t a bad person at all. he just needed some time to warm up to you.

he eyed you, nearly staring daggers into your body the way he scanned your face up and down, taking it all in as he started the car.

“you good? why do you keep looking at me like that? just drive.”

his movement was sudden as he crashed his lips on yours, talk show host by radiohead playing in the background softly as he leaned in further, almost as if you’d pull away from him.

and on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoos

you looked over at the man in the chair opposite you, the needle prickling his skin as your own tattoo artist returned, setting up her instruments beside you as you shivered.

“um, actually wait-.” the nervousness in your voice seeping through.

“you’re doing this shit, y/n. this was your idea. do nottt throw me under the bus now.”

you sighed, leaning back into the chair as you winced.

the mini explosion you’d gotten tattooed on your upper shoulder matched perfectly with his own tattoo.

used to steal your parents liquor, and climb to the roof

talk about our future, like we had a clue

your head collided with his on the shared blanket, an small “ow” coming from the boy before you adjusted yourself, looking up at the stars as you lie together in perfect-, no, comfortable silence.

“you ever wonder if we’ll still be with each other in the future?” you mumbled quietly, but he had heard it.

“don’t need to wonder. i know i want to be with you for the rest of my life, idiot. couldn’t picture it with anyone else.”

you laughed.

“oh yeah? what type of house would we have? how many kids? where would we even live?” you rambled on, the man staying silent for a bit.

“i want a traditional style for our home, maybe one with a bay window cause i know you like to read those stupid books. and two kids would be perfect. anything else would just be trying to overcompensate. i’ve always wanted to live in okinawa.”

you looked over at him, he wasn’t looking at the stars anymore, but looking directly at you, a small smile on his face.

never planned that one day, i’d be losing you.

he didn’t know what he was doing here, why he even got an invite was beyond him.

but here he sat, in the second row at the aisle, the white petals at his feet taunting him from what could’ve been as he gets lost in thought, the sound of violins brought him back to reality, while simultaneously feeling like he just got punched in the stomach.

you walked down the trail of white rose petals, the man at the end of the aisle smiling back at you as you slowly walked down, looking at the crowd.

seeing katsuki had overjoyed you, but it sickened him.

chapter 2: bro who’s we

chapter one: ok 😊 yay 🩷

“hello?” you called out. no response.

you’d entered the shared office space, quickly finding your little cubicle and setting up, oblivious to the fact that you weren’t the only one here.

“fuck are you doing here?”

you jumped, quickly drawing your gun from your hip before the figure behind you came into the light, a cup of coffee in his hands as he held it out to you.

“jeez, fuck. you can’t just sneak up on people like that. they’re gonna think you’re trying to kill them or some shit. god.” you rolled your eyes, shoving your gun back into your belt as you grabbed the mug he held out, taking a sip before quickly spitting it out.

“what’s in this?” you asked as he took a seat at his desk.

“just plain black coffee. maybe some vodka. maybe not. have some more and find out.” he typed away at his keyboard.

you scoffed before rummaging through your bag, looking for the box of marlboro’s.

“fuck.”

he wheeled his chair over to your desk.

“what happened?”

“do you have a cigarette? it’s been a rough day.” you groaned.

“i do. but i also know you’re trying to quit. so no, you can’t have one.” he pushed himself back to his own desk.

“you’re actually insufferable.”

-

boys in blue (and bakugou)

bakugou katsuki

detective for the osaka city police department

has fist fought l/n y/n on multiple occasions

has the fattest crush on her

sero hanta

forensic scientist for the osaka city police department

says he doesn’t want to associate with them because they believed he was a suspect once

suprisingly has never planted evidence

kirishima eijirou

patrol officer for the osaka city police department

blew up on tiktok for some reason

has accidentally leaked arrest reports on various occasions

todoroki shouto

sergeant for the osaka city police department

deals with the backlash from sero and kirishima’s lack of professionalism

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detectives against [redacted]

l/n y/n

detective for the osaka city police department

bakugou’s number one rival

has fist fought him and will 100% do it again

jirou kyouka

medical examiner for the osaka city police department

has been confused with one of the dead bodies before

doesn’t allow anyone in her office anymore

kaminari denki

narcotics detective

can’t be left alone out of fear that he’ll try the product (he has done it before)

can never go undercover (has revealed his identity and ruined an op multiple times)

uraraka ochaco

k9 officer for the osaka city police department

was placed in said unit because it’s been rumoured that she bit a suspect

-

from where he stood on the roof of your dorm building, he could clearly picture it all now as the cigarette he held in between two fingers had slowly begun to put itself out.

the countless nights that’d you spent with one another in the common room, talking about your feelings and desires as if it were something so simple, although it was so intimate.

so why was it that you’d found solace in some random guy that you probably picked up off the street, a half-wit at best.

the door to the rooftop opened behind him as he slowly dragged the cigarette away from his lips, the smell of smoke still lingering in the air as he softly turned his head, leaving his body still facing the city.

“hey.” your voice was quiet as you called out to him, your figure still halfway in the door frame almost as if you didn’t know whether or not he’d welcome your presence.

he scoffed, turning back around to the skyline.

“what do you want?” it came out a bit harsher than intended, but when the sound of a door closing aired, he knew that you hadn’t left.

the soft patter of your steps was all he heard before being able to inhale your perfume as you stood aside him, the scent nearly making him nauseous now.

your hand reached for his jacket pocket, taking out the pack of smokes before grabbing one and slipping it back into the clothed space.

he still hadn’t looked at you once as he let out a small laugh.

he finally turned, only to be met with the sight of your palm facing upwards, asking him for his lighter.

he reached into the pocket of his jeans, fiddling around a bit before the cool metal hit your hand, and you took the opportunity to feel how cold his hands were before you lit your own cigarette, gently handing him back his lighter and letting your hand linger a little too long on his hand.

“you gonna answer my question?” his gruff voice penetrating the silence.

“huh?”

“what do you want?” he repeated himself, softly shaking his head, almost as if he couldn’t believe he was in this postion.

“why’re you being so hostile, katsuki?”

he dropped his cigarette, stepping on it and putting it out before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“no. don’t call me that, you don’t get to call me that.”

“but-, we’re friends. you’ve always let me call you katsuki.” you turned towards where you’d seen him slowly inching for the door to leave.

“no. we’re not friends. we were never just friends. you treated me as way more than a friend.” his voice slowly begun to rise as a hand landed on his forehead.

“what are you talking about?” you sighed, your arms falling at your side.

“don’t give me that shit. letting you lay in my lap during movie nights? sleeping over in each other’s rooms? hell we even kissed each other just to see what it’d be like.” he begun to whisper yell.

you closed your eyes, turning back to the city as you let out a long sigh. your arms rest on the balcony ledge as your frame slowly begun to droop.

minutes passed.

you turned back around, looking him directly in his face. hurt. despair. anguish.

“look.. i-.” you started.

“i liked you bakugou. i did. but you’re not ready to settle down. i am. izuku’s ready to settle down too. and i’m ready to settle with him.”

“but you, you’ve never been ready.” he kissed his teeth.

“we’re about to graduate, go out into the real world with real jobs, i can’t keep doing all that silly shit with you knowing that i won’t be able to ever tie you down, so i’m sorry. but i can’t be with you.”

i got a taste of the glamorous life

-

ooc bakugou btw

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pro-hero!bakugou who the media absolutely flamed once they found out he had a controversially younger girlfriend, how could the two of you even communicate?

pro-hero!bakugou who shows up, time and time again, on your instagram feed, the caption always referring to him being a dilf.

pro-hero!bakugou who quite literally took you from rags to riches, your expensive taste shining through on just your first date.

pro-hero!bakugou who absolutely adores his girlfriend, even if she is 20 years younger than him.

pro-hero!bakugou who’s younger girlfriend is front row at every fashion show, regardless of whether or not he’s present.

pro-hero!bakugou who shows you off to the paparazzi, because well, who wouldn’t?

pro-hero!bakugou who ignores all the comments about him being a cougar, although truth be told, he knows what he is.

pro-hero!bakugou who reeks of wealth and sophistication, a completely different tone from the one that you have.

pro-hero!bakugou who makes sure you’re always dressed in designer brands from head to toe.

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pro-hero!bakugou who nobody knew had a tattoo until his first shirtless photoshoot, the ink on back of his forearm displayed prominently.

pro-hero!bakugou who always makes sure to give his arm a little kiss after every battle, making sure that you can see it from wherever you’re watching.

pro-hero!bakugou who didn’t even tell the media that you were the mother of his child, nor did he make it known that the both of you weren’t even together.

pro-hero!bakugou who got the stupid thing without you even asking, he thought it would make you want to get back together with him, and while you did hook up with him that same night, you didn’t rekindle your relationship.

pro-hero!bakugou who shows the tattoo to anyone who approaches him looking for a relationship, or even a one night stand, he is a taken man, after all.

pro-hero!bakugou who looks at you as if you were still dating, his eyes enamored with your entire being.

pro-hero!bakugou who makes sure the ink is visible in every single photo he posts, as if he was telling girls to stay away, and guys that you’re taken. and he always tags you in the photo, just in case people were unsure about who he was referring to.

pro-hero!bakugou who brings you up every single time someone asks about the tattoo.

“who’s name is that on your arm?”

sleep deprived when writing. genuinely forgot kaminari was part of limitless and NOT the alchemy. for this chapter just pretend he lives with the alchemy.

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“i never expected that you’d give them to grover to wear.” were the last words out of his mouth that you’d heard before you had unsheathed your sword, the long piece of metal making its’ way towards his body as he quickly ducked, his eyes in disbelief.

“are you serious? you’re trying to fucking kill me?” he shouted before reaching for his own sword, the material gleaming in the moonlight as you’d begun to turn around and run for your life.

never in a million years could you picture luke castellan chasing you down in the forest in an attempt to kill, or seriously injure you so that by the time you’d recovered, he’d already be gone.

“quit running, y/n. just let me explain!” the voice had come from behind you as you shoved your way through the dozens of trees and bushes, almost tripping on a couple of branches before regaining your pace.

it wasn’t until a rock appeared in front of you that your pace slowed down, and you’d been stuck on the ground with a sprained ankle.

the boy soon appeared in front of you, his scar seeming more prominent as he stared you down, his sword still in his hands as he looked at your scared expression, like you were genuinely afraid he’d kill you.

“just let me explain.” he spoke, the tip of his sword making its’ way towards your neck as you gulped and shut your eyes, expecting the worst.

“the gods don’t love us, y/n. don’t you get it? they use us like we’re nothing, like pawns in some sick twisted game that they’re all playing. don’t you get how repetitive this life is? quest, succeed or fail, return or don’t return. have you noticed that your father hasn’t even spoken to you since you’d been claimed? as a matter of fact, he’s just kept you trapped in this camp since then because zeus can and will kill you.” he spoke with a sense of urgency in his voice, as if he had to leave soon or else it’d become impossible to leave.

“no. that’s not true.” you’d squeaked, the tip of his sword coming into contact with your chin as it drew a bit of blood. you bit your lip.

“why do you think he only claimed you after you’d returned from your quest?”

you’d remembered how it felt having returned and seeing the image of the hellhound above your head, taking a deep breath as you’d realized that just a day ago, you were down in the underworld with your father, hades.

“no, you’re wrong-,”

“no! i’m not. why can’t you see?!” he pleaded with you.

he removed his sword from your chin, leaving a long streak of blood going down your neck as he begun to pace.

“i thought you-.”

“i thought you of all people would understand me! you saw what happened to thalia! you saw what happened after i failed my quest.” his voice begun to crack as he finished his sentence.

“thalia sacrificed herself. that wasn’t the gods actively trying to kill her. that was her deciding what type of future she wanted for herself. and now it’s your turn to decide what type of future you’d like for yourself.” you attempted to rise to your feet, but luke stopped you before you could, shoving you back onto the dirt as his sword regained its’ position on your body.

the tip of his sword was dragged from your torso to your leg, leaving a gash in its’ wake as he stared down at you.

-

the bright white lights were the first thing you’d laid your eyes on upon waking up, groggy and confused as you lifted up one arm, wires connecting you to the various machines that littered your room, the eerie beeping never faltering.

you groaned in pain as everything hit you all at once.

your head hit your pillow as you stared up at the ceiling before you’d remembered everything that had gone down prior to you landing in the hospital.

how you’d enjoyed your first semester at ua despite the unwavering villain attacks.

how close you’d gotten with your classmates and how you’d soon learn that you’d always put them before yourself.

how you managed to get bakugou katsuki, mister big and bad himself to warm up to you.

how you’d enjoyed his company and he’d found you to be the one person he wasn’t completely repulsed by.

how you’d begun dating right before everything turned south.

how you’d been there for him through the worst times of his life.

how he’d begun to distance himself after being kidnapped by the league.

how he’d ended things right before the war started because he knew that if it came down to it, you’d risk your life for his and he couldn’t live without knowing that you were out in the world somewhere too.

how despite all these things, you’d still thrown yourself in front of him and been the one skewered by shigaraki.

and it wasn’t until now that you fully sat up, wincing in pain as you scanned the room that surrounded you.

multiple ivs, a medication regimen that sat atop a counter, flowers on the windowsill and a picture on your nightstand.

you’d picked up the frame. it was taken recently.

most of your classmates were in it, majority of them smiling back as you slightly smiled back.

you’d heard the soft patter of footsteps right outside your door, likely visitors going to see everyone else.

you didn’t expect you’d have any visitors yourself, after all, your room looked like it’d been devoid of life for quite some time now, the dusty surfaces making the room stuffy.

“young man, you can’t go in there right now.” a hushed voice spoke outside.

“i don’t give a damn what i can and can’t do.”

you froze. you recognized that voice a little too well.

“sir, please! it’s past visiting hours and she’s still not awake.”

“out of my way.”

the door slammed open, and you were taken aback by the sudden noise as you stared back at the sight in front of you.

your ex-boyfriend, clad in his white school uniform shirt and his pants, the blazer having been long discarded by now as he stood there, in shock at your current state.

“hi.” you spoke first, your voice coming out as a whisper.

“hey.” his gruff demeanor was gone, and his voice softened as he let go of the door and it shut behind him.

it stayed silent for a while, the only noise in the room was the sound of your vitals monitor going off.

“what are you doing here?” you broke the silence.

“i um-.”

“i don’t know. i didn’t expect you to be awake.” he confessed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“i usually just come and talk and then i leave.”

“talk about what?” genuine curiosity seeped out of your voice.

“anything. everything.”

“didn’t answer my question.”

“stupid shit. like-, mmm.” he was going to speak before he cut himself off.

“oh. stupid hair asked out the pink one.” he spoke, you didn’t know it but your body slightly leaned forward as he put a hand on the back of his neck.

“and?” you asked.

“and what?” he grunted.

“what’d she say? don’t leave me hanging. come tell me.” you patted the spot next to you before he took a couple of cautious steps forward and ultimately sat down beside you on the uncomfortable hospital bed.

the two of you stayed there for what felt like forward, a sense of comfort hanging above the both of you.

maybe tomorrow you’d discuss your breakup and the serious details.

-

the sunlight peeked into the room through the curtains as you begun to stir awake, the slight ache in your lower body reminding you of last nights events as you took in the smell of the navy blue bedsheets that engulfed your body.

caramel and soft musk lingered in your nostrils as you’d begun to notice the empty space next to you. the sheets on that side empty and disheveled as you swore you could still see the imprint of his head on the pillow.

the soft clattering of some items in the bathroom were what got your attention, and as you sat up you took in the sight that you’d known all too well.

his pajama pants hung low on his hips, his back covered with red scratches, and his hair was dripping from the shower that he’d just taken.

he was hunched over the bathroom sink, flossing his teeth.

it seemed so cozy, so domestic.

you continued sitting up in his bed, hugging your knees to your chest until he’d turned around, and looked almost taken aback by the fact that you were in his room.

it was as if he forgot you were even there.

he quickly tossed the floss into the trashcan before adjusting his bottoms, finally looking you in the eye.

“shit, i completely forgot you were here. you gotta go.” he said, rummaging through his closet as he found an old tshirt of his, throwing it at you in a way that said “hurry up and get out of my apartment.”

you’d taken the material in your hands, stretching it out as you looked over to him.

it was an old ua tshirt, one that read class 3-a.

“what the hell are you doing just sitting there?” he slightly rose his voice.

“i said you gotta go, so hurry up snd get dressed.” he rushed all throughout his room, as if he was tidying up as you silently put the shirt on while simultaneously trying to find your pants.

“i don’t understand why you’re rushing me out of here, usually you at least let me have some coffee first before you kick me out.” you’d spoken softly, trying to show that you didn’t care.

although truth be told, you did.

you’d remembered how you’d even gotten into this situation.

how you told bakugou you’d liked him and he told you he wasn’t interested in you as more than a hook-up.

and although you’d hung out, gone out to dinner, held hands in public.

he’d always made it clear that you’d only ever be a hook-up to him.

“are you fucking deaf?!”

you snapped back to reality.

“damn it, y/n. i just really need you out right now, i got stuff to do.” his voice dropped as you’d shimmied on your jeans.

you’d grabbed your purse before you left his room, making your way to his door as he followed behind you to ensure that you’d hurry up and leave.

you’d opened the door and were met with a girl who looked like she’d just stepped out of a magazine cover. her skin practically gleaming back at you as her full lips slightly hung open.

“oh hi!” she spoke, her voice was sickeningly sweet.

“who’s this, katsuki?” you’d looked back at him, then her, and back at him again almost as if you were hoping he’d say something that made it clear that he was yours.

purple rain-, purple rain.

-

the boy looked up at you in horror as you held a knife to his neck, the pure look of shock contaminating his facial features as he sighed, his eyes going from surprised to confused to lost-, no, hurt.

“you serious?” he whispered, the pain in his voice evident as you let out a sorry smile. it wasn’t until this moment that he finally took you in.

deep sunken eyebags, small scars littering your face mixed with a look of defeat as you stared back at him, the tiredness in your features finally shining through as he realized that you’d been going through this for quite some time.

“i’m sorry.” you spoke in a tone so low that he was sure he would’ve missed it had you not been the only thing he was focusing on.

he took everything in at once, the rusty bar stools behind you, the broken tv sitting in a corner, and of course, the man with hands covering his entire frame that stood right beside you, waiting for you to finish what you’d started.

“so this whole time, all this fucking time that i’ve spent with you, training with you, hanging out-, laughing with you? this whole fucking time it’s just been a ruse?” his anger quickly overtook his body as he forgot about the blade that was inches away from his skin.

“you have to understand-,” you begun to open your mouth before he quickly stood up, no longer at your mercy as he took on a fighting position.

“understand what? that you’re a traitor?”

the man behind you came forward, and his hand rest above your shoulder, his pinky raised in the air as he spoke with a condescending tone.

“she’s not just a traitor, she’s a filthy murderer and a thief.” shigaraki’s voice filled the silent air as bakugou finally looked you in the eyes, completely dumbfounded by what shigaraki’s just revealed.

“who do you think cut off overhauls arms?” shigaraki’s smile, although hidden from you both, was evident in the way he spoke.

“are you serious?” bakugou spoke, raising his voice as he glared at you.

“this is such bullshit. i thought we were friends. i’m gonna fucking kill you.”