When Mikey loves you, you wouldn't really hear much words of affirmations.
But you could see it when he would split half of his taiyaki for you, feeding you with his hand and wiping off the remnants on your lips with his soft, gentle thumb.
You would see it when he would ask Draken for a helmet, made for you. So when the both of you go out on your weekly, night ride, he would sit you up on your special seat, while he strap the helmet onto you, making sure your hair looks fine because "I spend so much time making my hair looks good!",you said, and he remembered of course. He didn't ride fast, but enough to have you embracing his chest as he subconsciously held onto your hand, giving it a little squeeze.
You would see his love when he would take out an album of him and his little family. He would then explain what happened in those pictures. Like the time where he tried to cook some Melon Bread but ended up having flour all over him, or pictures of his brother, as his lips smiled, soft with a tinge of sadness. He'll also show you the early pictures of Toman, and he would tell you glorious stories of his mates, and you could see the proud look on his face. Mikey shares his memories when he loves.
You would see it the most when he's at his lowest. Yes, Draken had been the closest to his heart but when you came? There were indeed no words when you heard the engine of his motor at night, but when you would open the door to your house, and the immediate hug from him, that was the rawest he had ever been. The shakiness of his shoulders, the silent sobs as you fell down on your knees with him in yours arms, cradling the broken pieces of him. You would stroke his hair, soothing him and he would tighten his hold, as he slowly speaks of what's bothering him.
Mikey doesn't really show his love through words but you never failed to see his love. It's true, it's pure and it's beautiful. It's intimate and raw and you would never trade it for anything. Mikey loves, and he loves hard, and no one loves more than a person who shows instead of uttering mindless words.
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I think Gojo is clumsy when it comes to love. He grew up not really knowing or seeing love as it is. Only superficial flattery and whatnots.
And so when the both of you decided to get together, it was just a fling at first but despite that, there's a gentleness in your ways that Gojo never felt before.
It piqued his interest, made the curious blood in him rushes through his brain and he listens to the softness you hold. Yeah it was a fling at first, but for the first time, in your eyes, he's much more than a piece of meat, much more than his exotic eyes, much more than a person who held the name Gojo.
In your eyes he's Satoru, your Satoru, your beautiful Satoru; and he knew he was handsome, but beautiful? He couldn't see the beauty in a killing machine yet you would tell him over and over again how beautiful he is. And eventually, he accepted it, that he's the most beautiful person when he's with you.
When you held him, there's a certain tenderness that made him crave it so much. Touching you became a need, because in your arms, he felt safe. Yes, THE Gojo Satoru, felt safe in your arms because only in your embrace was he able to unravel all the ugly things he kept inside, both from the people he dealt with and the ugliness of his thoughts.
And he would remember thinking, "Will (y/n) accept this horrifying, disgusting part of me?". And he curse himself for not trusting you. You took his ugliness and kisses his forehead with a smile as you tell him of how there's no such thing as ugly or disgusting when it comes to him and Oh God, Gojo truly felt like he was loved.
Gojo Satoru had also wondered, what is it that made you so special? Then he sees it when he would come home, and the burden chained on his ankles somehow unchained itself and when he would see you laying down on the couch, laughing out loud at the comedy you're watching on the TV, he knew, that this is the mundane, simple life he needed. Because this is the first time Gojo could feel simplicity, the first time ever in his life that he doesn't need to impress or give, or take.
In your presence, he merely needed to live, for you to love him with everything in your being.
And gosh, he would never be able to attest against your love, it was as clear as glass, you love him and it's scary. Gojo Satoru is a clumsy man when it comes to love, yet you held onto his hand and told him it's okay to fall in love. You'll love him as much as he needs.
synopsis: And it feels like the end and the start of a movie Iāve seen before
tags: HEAVY ANGST, written in 1st person pov, soft Bakugou, inspired by the song, ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine, descriptive kissing, honestly idk what to tag but this is quite heavy and itās very sad
w.c : 1.2k
a/n: Halu! Oh gosh, thisā¦ this is sad. I was crying when I wrote this because somehow, it feels too close yknow. I hope this writing, though sad, soothes a part of you that loves Bakugou. Katsuki is really special to me and maybe thatās why I chose him for this piece. Anyways, please take care of yourself, if thereās anything going on, make sure you donāt hold it by yourself. I love you.
Eyes blinking at the grainy ceilings as I stretched my hand upwards, trying to reach it. Itās a never-ending reach, itās like the ceiling is too far and I canāt ever seem to reach it. With a sigh, I took my hand back into my chest, and curled myself in. There is a deep emptiness in me, words ghosting on my lips. These things crept through my skin, like goosebumps crawling but instead itās something more inexplicable. In my emptiness, my eyes fluttered, heaviness lay on my bottom lashes as a single tear glide down, staining the sheets beneath me; I closed my eyes.
āMy love why are you crying?ā. I jolted from the voice beside me, as clear and as loud, my head snapped up from my curled position. My eyes met Bakugou Katsuki whoās back was against the head board; his eyes behind those glasses stared at me with a softness. Upon seeing my terrified and confused look, he took off his glasses and places it and the book on his hand on top of my side table.
āBakugou?ā. I whispered, and the blondeās face contorts, somewhat insulted by something as he reaches forward, brushing his hand on my damp cheeks. I steeled from the touch, trying to understand whatās happening. Sadness washes over his face, unsure on what to do as he retracts his hands back.
āDid I do something wrong? Why are you calling me by my goddamn family name?ā.
āWhy are you on my bed? NoāHow could you be on my bed? You donāt exiāā.
āAha! I knew it!ā. Bakugou said, as he approaches me again, his hands held onto my arms. Gently, he pulled me to his body, hugging me tight, my head on his chest.
And maybe thatās the explanation, maybe I did have a bad dream. A dream that was horrible and dark and empty, lonely. It has to be a bad dream because this feels so real. Skin meeting skin, a heartbeat drumming against a hard chest and the subtle caramel scent reaching my nose. He feels too alive.
Yes, that must be it.
So, I chuckled, pushing myself up while I place myself on his lap. I gaze at him; I could see everything. His red eyes, and his thick lashes, I held out my hand, letting it touch the side of his face. The stubbles on his cheek pricks my skin, Katsuki, my Katsuki. I couldnāt help but stare at him shamelessly, stare into my heaven on earth, his being held in my palm.
Katsuki smile at me tenderly, as he places both his hand on my waist. āDonāt look at me like thatā.
āLike what loveā.
āLike thereās an impending somethingā. I shake my head, touching his forehead with mine as my thumb mindlessly caress his cheek. With a fulfilled sigh, I went back to his chest, wanting to hear that heartbeat again. He took a hand, holding up and kissing the palm, his other hand tracing patterns on my waist. Katsuki held me tight into him, his chest vibrates from his humming and I want to savor this moment. The man would never understand how fulfilling his presence is. The emptiness I felt before gone, filled with the love he poured endlessly. I looked up from his chest, and I could clearly see his stubbles and I poke it again, and I could feel it, again. Katsuki looks down and smile softly. I held his face and kisses his chin.
And of course, my lips touched skin. āI love you Katsukiā. He hums again, as I pull myself up and come face to face with him. I trace his eyebrows as his eyes flutter close. His nose, high and strong and his cheeks, though chiseled, thereās a softness to it, as I pinch it and red eyes glared at me. I place a soft kiss on his nose, telling him sorry; a dumb smile on my face. Then I place a thumb on his lips, soft, hot under my finger and real.
āKiss meā. He said hushed, and I obliged. I lean forward as he places a hand on my cheek. And it feels real, it must. His lips met mine, and it feels pillowy, a softness one could only feel through meeting a loverās lips, and with his I could feel softness incomparable, and deep, careful love.
I could feel myself melting into him, as I deepen the kiss, eyes closed. I could feel his tongue parting my lips, and when mine touches his, it was another kind of softness that I think only he holds. My body heating up with our proximity and after what feels like heaven, he unlatches his lips; both of us trying to catch our breath. In this moment, I knew this is where I belong. In the arms of him, melting into him, heart filled with him. An urge burns in me, a love I never thought exist within me, a love concealed by hatred I indulged and this love had saved me. Katsuki saved me from an impending something.
āI love you Katsukiā. He watches me, sorrow evident in his face and I am puzzled.
āI love you tooā¦ but Iām sorryā.
āWhy are you sorry Katsuki?ā. He shook his head, holding me close to his chest once again. His grip was tight, as if I will float away and instinctively, I held on, letting myself hear. Thump, Thump, Thump.
āI am so sorry my loveā.
No, of course not.
I look up again from his chest and he was already looking down at me. His eyes watering as I reach up, wiping away the strayed tear. Thereās a bittersweet smile etched on his face and I knew, but I didnāt want to believe.
Please no.
āPlease Katsukiā¦please, donāt.ā Despair and hopelessness brimming through my eyes, as I fist his shirt. Please, please, God, please let me stay, please. Heās my happiness, a torch, the sun, the life, a reason, everything, my everything.
āYouāreā¦ā. I shook my head, urging him to stop but he continues. āYouāre okayā¦ You will be, and maybeā¦ one dayānevermindā.
āOne day what Katsuki?ā. He could only smile at me, and I opened my eyes wide, making sure Iām seeing this, printing it in my memories because I knew. He left a long and deep kiss on my forehead, wiping the tears of my face; but itās useless. I am already sobbing and the burn on my chest had gone beyond pain. He kissed me again, the softness I knew leaving me and I tried my best to feel it. The smell, the touch, him, Katsuki, Iāll remember him.
And my eyes fluttered open, staring deep into the beige ceiling. My lips tremble, as I slowly glance to my side, please let it not be a dream, and it is. My lover; the only salvation from this life stayed in my dreams, and I woke up to gaze in this wretched world again. A world without him and his softness. Ā A sob left my lips and I quickly clasp my mouth shut, the other clutching, clawing my chest.
synopsis: A 24 hour stream for Kenmaās birthday turn into a surprise for the world
tags: fluff, birthday celebrations, cute sleepy Kenma, NOT PROOF READ
w.c : 1.2k
a/n: Hello, this is for the collab from Camera, Lights, Action by @yeosatinyngz . Iām sorry for posting so late, Iāve been very busy and it took a toll on me. This is not my best work, but I hope you will like it. Thank you for reading.
You could hear Kenmaās voice from his gaming room, talking to the people in his stream chat. You giggled at how slurred his voice have become now that the birthday special stream is hitting the 20 hours mark. Tonight, is going to be his birthday, and so to celebrate it, Kenma decided to throw a special 24-hour stream. The stream blew up immediately since it has been quite some time since Kenma have such long streams, with him being a Youtuber, and a CEO has in fact, made him incredibly busy.
Time by time, you would sneak into his room to pass him some food and drinks, as well as some kisses when he have the camera turn off for awhile with an excuse of going to the bathroom. Some have speculated in the chat room that Kenma is going away to kiss his little partner, and you could only giggle at the claim because no one have known yet that Kenma is dating someone.
The reason for the hiding could be dated back to the first time you met him. You were a young, fast on their feet and witty intern that was accepted into Kenmaās PR Team. At first Kenma wasnāt really fond of you because of your crazy ideas on how to āimproveā his image. The ideas consist of Kenma doing challenges like āA Gamer trying Out the Army Trainingā or the āGoing up to People and have a Staring contest with Themā. Though eventually, some of your crazy ideas actually worked out, especially the time when a tabloid of him came out accusing him of getting close with Hinata just so he can have Hinata become his brandās face.
Your solution was bizarre and completely something his PR Team wouldnāt thought of. Kenma remembered your determined face when you suddenly asked for his permission to use his old volleyball matches videos, and of course, since they donāt really have many options, Kenma agreed. For the first time in a while the office was quiet of your voices, as you secluded yourself in one of the private rooms.
Kenma wonāt ever forget the look on your face when you came out of the private room at 1 in the morning, the brightest smile on your face and your laptop in hand. What you did was simple, you created a Tik Tok video of Kenmaās matches with Hinata and then you edited it in a way where it showcases their friendship looking as if its more than a friendship. The PR Team agreed on posting the video and who would have thought that your video would completely deflect the rumors and also increased the popularity of Kenma and Hinata.
Yet also creating another catastrophe of āIs Kenma the Youtuber and Hinata the Professional Volleyball Player dating?ā. Despite it all, Kenma was thankful for your quick wit and your team also praised your efforts. From there, you were offered a permanent position in the PR Team which you, of course, accepted happily.
Then somehow, the relationship between you and Kenma starts budding. Kenma wouldnāt have thought he would fall for someone so loud and hyper yet here the both of you are, now sharing the same bed after being together for a year and a half.
You were in the kitchen getting his birthday cake ready for a little celebration between the both of you, when you noticed that the 24 hours stream is ending in a few minutes. Quickly, you place the cake on top of a tray that you have decorated. You checked the clock again and noticed that the stream is finishing as you picked up the tray and walk over to the gaming room.
āThank you yāall for spending your time with me for 24 hours. It was fun but damn, Iām tired as shit bro. Iāll end the stream now, thanks for all the wishes againā. You were standing in front of the door, waiting for him to end the stream, and you noticed how dishevelled your boyfriend looks.
āThe stream already ends right?ā. You whispered as Kenma whipped his head towards you, staring at you blankly. When he realized the cake on the tray youāre holding, a smile slowly etches on his face as he put out his hand, gesturing for you to come to him. Slowly you walk over and places the tray on top of the desk while placing yourself on his lap. You took the cake in your hand and shows it to him with an excited look.
āWhy is there a drawing of a cat on the cake?ā. He asked as he slides his hand to your hips and pull you closer to him, making you lay your back to the side of his chest.
āWell because you look like oneā. You said with a giggle as you held the cake up to him and lit the candle. You then looked up, your eyes meeting his as you give him a gentle smile and begun singing Happy Birthday.
āHappy Birthday to my love, Happy Birthday Kenma. Make a wish and then blow the candleā. You instruct as he closes his eyes for a bit and then blew the candle. He gives you a kiss to your cheek and whispered to your ear.
āThank you, my baby,ā. You nodded and took the spoon to feed him the cake when Kenmaās phone rings. Kenma groans as he picks it up and told you that itās from Kuroo. Kenma was going to declined when you told him that maybe Kuroo wants to wish him Happy Birthday and its nice to pick it up. Kenma could only roll his eyes as he picked up.
āWhat do you want? You can just wish me tomo-ā.
āYo, you do realize the stream is still on, right?ā. You gasped as your head and his turned towards the screen, and there, the blaring red light indicating that the camera is still rolling. Then the both of you noticed that the chat was going crazy and questions were popping up about the two of you.
āWhat do we do now?ā. You whispered, a coldness washing over you as you search for his face. There was a blank look on him when he slowly looks at you, and give you a gentle smile. He squeezes your hips and pats your head, physically reassuring you. Suddenly, he places his hand on the desk and pulls the chair forward while adjusting the camera.
āWell, everyone, meet the love of my lifeā. He said as a blush covers your face and you wave shyly. The chat was going crazy, sentences came out so fast but you could read some.
OMG SHEāS SO PRETTY!!
Yo King Kenma have rizz
MOVE! Sheās our girlfriend now!
WAIT YOUāRE NOT DATING HINATA?
You were expecting backlash, but thankfully, there were so many kind comments. Kenma then encourages you to speak to them while he eats his cake. You were having a blast replying to the questions from the stream when you heard a light snore behind you. You turned around and you were met with Kenmaās sleeping face as you kiss his forehead.
āHey guys, I think we should go now. Iām gonna bring Kenma to bed. Thank you for all the nice words and thank you for always supporting Kenma. We love you!!ā. The chat of course says their goodbyes and left so many kinds words. You then struggled a bit with turning off the stream and eventually managed to lead your boyfriend to the bed.
The next day,
KENMA THE YOUTUBER REVEALED HIS GIRLFRIEND ACCIDENTALLY!
tw: angst, Bakugou has a daughter, flashbacks, cursing
w.c : 1.8k
a/n: Halu! I'm not exactly sure on how to feel about this piece but I was heavily inspired by Joji's new song. I deadass hold off listening to it the first day it comes out but I was like fuck it and I listened to it, cried and here we are. What do you think? Do you like it? Enjoy!
āPapa! Come quick!! Youāll miss the movie!.ā Bakugou Katsuki smiles gently at how eager his daughter is to watch How to Train Your Dragon, a movie she found after rummaging through your belongings.
āYes Princess, Iām coming soon. Papa needs to take out the popcorn first. Why donāt you lay out the blankie?ā. A yes and a giggle could be heard from the living room as he took out the popcorn from the microwave and place it in a tray. He then took out a bottle of apple juice and some glasses which later was placed on the same tray. Bakugou then pick the tray up and place it on the table in front of the tv.
Bakugou then turn around to look at his daughter and stare at her face, cheeks full, hair in twin tails, feet dangling off the end of the couch. He then cuddle up next to his daughter who quickly wrap her arms around him, in attempt to hug him.
āPrincess, papa have to turn on the Tv!ā. He said as she pout at the rejection yet Bakugou chuckles and pick up his daughter and place him on lap as he fish for the remote on the table. He starts the movie and his wriggling daughter stop and stay silent throughout the movie. He look down at his small daughter on his lap as he remembers.
āKatsuki hurry!! What the hell are you doing in the kitchen?ā. Your voice could be heard from the living room as Bakugou grumbles. āCanāt your ass be patient! Iām trying to take out the goddamn popcorn!ā. Rolling your eyes you shouted a yes and waited for him to come back with a tray of popcorn and your favourite apple juice.
Once he settles down on the sofa, your arms snaked around him and peck his cheek, a little way to show your appreciation of him. Bakugou stared down at you, admiring your beautiful smile and the beautiful twinkling of your eyes and the beautiful chuckle of yours. His heart warms at your every being, he swears thereās nothing in this world more beautiful than you are.
Bakugou who was in a trance from remembering your antics, realise the soft breath of his daughter on his chest. He smiled slightly, his heart string tugged at how soft and fragile his daughter is. He then reach out for a wet wipe and wipes her hands, dirtied by the caramel of the popcorn. After that, he gently scoop his daughter in his arms and bring her to her room. Bakugou place her gently and covers her with blanket and giver her a kiss goodnight before leaving for the living room to clean up the leftovers.
Then he walk back to his room, slowly and with dread. He opens the door and nothingness greeted him. Grey sheets and grey walls, a huge bed and not a single sign of you. He sigh and went over to his bed and lay down, trying not to think too much. Yet the body knows better, as he face to the left, and pulling up the sheets as if you were there. Realising what he have done, his face scrunched in pain as he pull the blanket up to his face, covering the half of it. He close his eyes, trying to greet sleep as quick as possible.
You were laying beside him, your eyes shone and peeking through, the only thing he could see was the sea of love, all for him. You were stroking his cheek, shamelessly admiring whatās yours. Your fingers touches his lips, the lip you have always crave. You touch his nose, the nose that you believe perfectly compliments his whole face. Then you touch the side of his eye.
Oh his eyes, the most alluring part of him. You swear you could burn in his fire and feel nothing but love and warmth. You could see blush creeping up his cheeks at your actions as he ask.
āWhat are you looking at weirdoā¦ā. You chuckle at his flustered look and kisses his forehead.
āIām crazy in love with you Katsuki. Iām not sure how Iāll live without your love, your touch, everything. Iām so fucking luckyā. Katsuki could only nod at your confession, as he pull you closer to his chest.
Because he knew, heās not sure either how to live without you.
Yet he live. Is he alive? Heās not exactly sure, if heās alive or living. His eyes shot open, wet tears passing down his cheeks and neck as he slowly sit up, wiping off his face. He could hear the pattering of his daughter feet and suddenly she burst through the door with a bright smile on her face.
āPapa!! Good morning!! Todayās beach day right? Is Uncle Kiri coming? I miss him so much already!!ā. She crawled up to his lap and look up at Bakugou with huge eyes.
āYes baby, todayās beach day! And yes Uncle Kiri is coming to, along with Aunty Mina, Uncle Sero and Uncle Kaminariā. Excitement was evident on her face as she jump down the bed and races to go to her bedroom, but suddenly halted before she reaches the door.
āWhat about Uncle Deku? And Aunty Ochako?ā. At the sound of Midoriyaās name, he scowled a bit, a matter of habit, yet he nodded. His daughter squeal in happiness as she run to her bedroom to shower and pack up for the beach day. Thankfully, now that heās an adult and a father, he have grown to become friends with Midoriya, though that was mostly by your scolding.
āI swear Bakugou Katsuki if I hear another bully bullshit out of your mouth weāre fucking done! How dare you do that to Midoriya? What if one day you have a kid and someone bully your kid the same way you did to Midoriya! What the fuck youāre gonna do you asshole!ā.
He knew ever since the both of you got together, heās going to marry you and have kids with you. Yet your words were like a slap from reality itself because he just now realise the consequences of his action. His heart squeeze at the thought of another kid hurling words he have hurled at Midoriya. He looked up at you, whoās eyes filled with tears, anger and disappointment visible.
Ever since that day, he tried his best to make it up with Midoriya and thankfully Midoriya being the sweetheart he is, accepted his apology and change. Though Bakugou is still a mean piece of shit, he have tame down words that could hurt and actually think before he speaks.
And you love him even more, and he love you even more.
āYo Baku bro!ā. Kirishima shouts gaining Bakugouās attention as he trudge along to the crowd of his friends. Kirishima bump shoulders with Bakugou before picking up Bakugouās daughter.
āHeya Princess! Wanna play with uncle today?ā. She nodded eagerly as Kirishima went off to the crowd to introduce your daughter to the others.
āDonāt let her go into the water alone Kirishima!ā. Kirishima shouts an okay as Bakugou went on to greet the others.
āHey Kacchan, thank you for inviting us!ā. Midoriya says with a huge grin on his face as Bakugou smirks.
āYou wanna race Deku?!ā. Like little kids, they went on and have a race along with Todoroki, though not before a warning from Iida on how they should race without using their quirks. The race was a close call but the proud Bakugou won.
Bakugou then went over to his daughter and told her that they should eat now before doing any other activity. He then went over to Satoās place who was barbequing some meat and sausages. Sato place some of the meat and sausages on his and his daughterās plate as they eat together with the others.
Though Bakugou doesnāt talk much, he was glad that he decided to do this. It was actually fun, though he wonāt admit it, it actually felt good to catch up with the others. He then watch Midoriya with Uraraka being affectionate with each other and he his heart tugged. He remembers how much you love the beach and how often the both of you have dates at the beach.
You splashes him with sea water, giggling at his shocked face, because how dare you.
āOh now youāre getting it!!ā. He splashes you much more and you run away from him in attempt to not get caught. Bakugou catch up to you in an instant as he picks you up and throws you into the water. You screamed in delight but thankfully your reflexes was quick as you pull him down with you.
Now the both of you are drenched and you could taste the salty water on your tongue yet the both of you were laughing out loud, and Bakugou realised, heās complete and happy. Heās in love and he wants to be in this bubble of love with you forever.
Bakugou and the others were packing up a little bit since its going to be night soon, and everyone was tired yet delight could be seen on each otherās faces. Everyone was happy that they could catch up with each other and have fun just like they did when they were younger. Now everyone is on their own road, and everyone is living their own life, moments like this is hard to come by.
The sun was setting when Bakugou was searching around for her daughter, panic budding in his chest yet he saw his daughter at the skirts of the beach. Bakugou approach his daughter and he feel as if heās done this before. The sky was painted orange and blue, tinges of pink and the sound of the sea was calming.
āPrincess, we have to get ready to go home nowā. Your daughter turn around and with a gentle smile and a pointed finger towards the setting sun she said.
āPrettyā. Bakugou stopped on his tracks and could only stare at his daughter. Memories flashes through his mind.
āBabe we have to go nowā. Bakugou walked up to you as your turn around and pointed at the setting sun.
āPrettyā. You said. Bakugou stopped on his tracks, his heart beating faster, his breath knocked out his lungs. He knew and have always praises your beauty yet when the sun is halfway through, the rays of light behind your back and the soft glow of your face and the gentle smile on your beautiful face.
You become the most mesmerising being in the whole world. He wished he could stop the time, just to admire you a bit longer. He wished heās a painter, just so he could paint the masterpiece of God that you are. He wished he was the sun itself, to be able to shine down upon you and grace you with beauty the same way as right now.
Ā Bakugou smiled down at his daughter as he kneels down and hug her tight. His eyes tearing up a bit at the memory he just remembered.
And he thought that its okay. Though youāre not here anymore to tell him how pretty the sun is or to peppers him with kisses, its okay. Bakugou whispered to the sea, knowing that you could hear him.
āLove, I could still see a glimpse of us in her eyesā.
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synopsis: Slow dancing with your husband, surrounded by the nature and everything that is love
tags: Fluff, Marriage, Just Bokuto being the sweetest husband, NOT PROOF READ
w.c : 0.6k
a/n: Hello! this is for the collab from Champagne Kisses by @tahdashi I'm so sorry for posting, literally at the end of the deadline but life was so busy this past few months, but a deadline is a deadline! I hope yāall enjoy this :)
The dress starts to feel heavy on your skin, and the excitement you felt from the moment you said I do are slowly subsiding, sizzling into a sense of calmness. You could feel the warmth of your lovely husbandās strong, bulky arms as you listen to him laughing away with the last of the guests whoās saying their farewells and congratulations. A smile etched itself on your face as the couple wave goodbye and bowed to the both of you, which you and Koutarou exchanges.
You could feel Kou releasing a heavy sigh of relief as he turns around to you. āI thought weddings would be a piece of cake babe!ā. He confessed while leading your locked arms to the centre of the dance floor. āTurns out this is more tiring than my daily volleyball drillsā. You chuckled at him as he unlatches the locked arms, standing in front of you with his beaming smile.
You looked up, staring into his huge eyes and the wide smile, the love you feel for this man overflows. Koutarou truly looks the most handsome he ever been tonight; his grey tuxedo with his slicked back hair, and that beautiful, beautiful smile of his that you had always love. What you didnāt know is how Koutarou is also cherishing your looks, and exclaiming to the stars on how ethereal you are.
He could remember the moment you walked down the aisle and how for the first time in his life, he felt like time slows down, and his focus is completely at you. Your white wedding dress, the veil covering your face slightly though it didnāt cover your sweet smile. It was instant, the tears brimming in his eyes because it felt very real at that point. Heās marrying you, the love of his life, the one who he seeks in the crowds during his games, and the very person who held him up through so, so much. His chest swelled with joy and complete love for you, as Akaashi hands him a handkerchief to wipe his tears away.
You and Koutarou could hear the music plays, a slowed instrumental of Apocalypse by Cigarattes After Sex. Gently, and slowly, Koutarou held onto your waist, bringing you closer to him as the butterfliesā flutter in your stomach. Your hands glide itself to his neck, interlocking your fingers behind it as you give him a shy smile. Then after a few seconds, you could feel your body being swayed gently by your husband, his wide smile stays on his face while looking down at you.
Youāre so glad that you decided to have an outdoor wedding because gosh, Koutarou in a tuxedo, with the stars twinkling above him felt like a dream. The smell of the grass and his cologne mixes so well, it feels intoxicating to be so close to him, yet you donāt mind. If anything, you wish to be engulfed and swallowed by his scents, his warmth, his love, him, him, him. Koutarou swears that his heart is probably broken. It kept on beating so hard that he could hear it in his eardrums, at times, he wonders if you could actually hear and feel it too.
The dim, glowing light of the venue and your humming to the music is overwhelming his every sense, yet his eyes could only see you. The beauty showing so much love for him in every action of yours. Your smile, your eyes, your hands that have reached his face, your thumb stroking his cheeks so gently as if Koutarou is made of glass and everything fragile.
Koutarou subconsciously leaned down, his lips searching for yours when you whispered.
āYour lips, my lipsā.
āApocalypseā.
The both of you smile as lips clashes and again, today the world felt like heaven, and in his presence, youāve realized that youāre kissing an angel on earth.
synopsis: To the hero who fought so valiantly, should he know he had reached his dreams of being the best
tw: MAJOR MANGA SPOILER, character death, heavy angst, post AFO war, Reader is not a hero but class 1A knows of reader, no comfort, yelling, swearing, be ready to cry
w.c : 2.4k
a/n: Halu! Iāve been having major writerās block, and then the newest chapter of BNHA came out, and boom, another Bakugou angst. I CRIED writing this, and I hope you will cry too. Also, I would like to mention that I hope I don't offend anyone when I was describing the process of his f******, I tried my best to research Japanese tradition when it comes to it, and I tried incorporating it as much as I think is best for the story. Have fun!
You woke up, body jolting to the front, breathing ragged, and heart thumping in your ears. Your eyes flit around, trying to figure out where you are, and then you noticed a picture of you, and Bakugou on the study table. With a sigh of relief, you lay back down, snuggling into his comforter, Bakugou had let you stayed in his room at the dorms. Youāre not sure the time, but it felt so long since you cry your goodbyes to Bakugou.
āPromise youāll come back, okay?ā. You whispered, hugging him tight. You know how important this fight is, but knowing heās going to risk his life makes the anxiety gnaws fast, and hard. Bakugou peeled you off of him as he flashes you a cocky smile.
āI'm Bakugou fucking Katsuki, the King of Explosion, Iāll come back without you even knowing Iām back.ā You could only give him a forced smile as you nodded.
You miss him already, and youāre feeling jittery at the fact that you canāt see him anytime soon. You pat your cheeks, trying to cheer up because worrying is not going to bring anything good. You were going to stand up, when Mitsuki, Bakugouās mother barge open the door with a smile on her face.
āTheyāre back!ā. She announced, and immediately you bounce up, and went to her side. Your eyes well up a bit but you quickly blink it away, putting a huge smile on your face. You could already imagine it, Bakugou with a rough appearance, maybe little blood here, and there, some tears on his costume, and of course, some cuts. Youāre going to see him from a far, and he will be there, searching for your eyes, and when the both of your gazes met, time would stop.
He will be walking first, then heās jogging, and you will be doing the same, both with a huge, triumphant grin, and then you will jump into his arms, and the both of you will hug each other like youāve never touch each other before. Your senses will remember his calloused hands brushing through your hair, his bodyās heat, and the sweet scent of his quirk. Then he will greet his parents, hug them, and maybe even banter with his mom before going back to his room, with you.
And in his room, youāll take out the medical box, ready to care for him like you always do. And youāll hug him through out the night, stealing kisses that turn into deep make outs, but the both of you would be too tired, and the both of you will wake up, in each otherās presence once again.
But thatās not happening. You have been looking around for him, stretching your head to find that spiky blonde hair of his, but none. Your heart begins a frantic thump, and the feeling from when you jolted up before came back. You could feel your breathing getting choppy, but you take a deep breath, calming yourself down. He promised heāll come back.
As you were running around, you spotted Midoriya, his head casting down, holding onto his right arm. You quickly approach him, and called out his name. His shoulder flinched, freezing when he heard your voice calling for him. He took in much air, hardening his emotions, as he looks up at you. Worry and fear were swimming in your eyes, getting closer to him, and then standing in front of him.
āMidoriya, whereās Katsuki?ā. You asked, panic lace in your voice. Midoriya didnāt learn how to break a news to someone, especially a devastating news. Years of note taking about heroes, but he never taken any notes on how to speak without hurting.
You were confused on why heās silent, your brows scrunching. Midoriya left out another sigh, closing his eyes a bit before looking back up at you.
āHeāsā¦ Kacchanā¦ā. Midoriya choked on his words, holding a palm over his mouth, his eyes tearing up.
No.
Just no.
It canāt be. Because he promised, he never breaks his promises.
No, of course not.
But you canāt help it, by analyzing Midoriyaās body language, you knew what he was going to say but you canāt- you donāt want to listen to it.
āHe fought valiantly; he was amazing. Iā¦ I'm sorry (y/n), but Kacchanā¦ he didnāt make itā. You stare into his eyes, your eyes unblinking at his words, as a chuckle left your lips. Midoriya taken aback, as his eyebrows twist, and lips frown.
āCome on Midoriya, stop joking with me. Thereās just no wayā¦ I mean he promisedā. Midoriya only shakes his head, affirming that indeed, heās not joking. Your mouth open, and closes, not knowing the words to say, or the questions to ask because thereās no way.
For the first time in your life, your heart collapse first before your knees did. You took a couple breath in, short breaths, but then it felt as if the air around you had disappeared. You clutch onto your chest, banging on it because you canāt breathe anymore. Your eyes sting, you had it unblinking for so long that the tears pooled, flow down freely. You looked up at Midoriya, and he flinches. You shake your head at him, as you breathe through your mouth.
āMidoriya donātā¦ā. Your words were jumbling but you try to speak it out. āDonāt fuck with meā¦ heāsā¦ heās alive! He promised!ā. You shouted out at him, Midoriya squatted down before you, not sure what else to say to you. He could only pull you into his arms. āHe fucking promisedā¦ā. You whispered, gasping for air.
āLet go of meā¦ā. You said, but Midoriya shakes his head. You punch his chest, albeit weakly. āLet goā¦ā. You whispered again, trying to get away from him. You need to find Bakugou, why canāt he understand that. āNo, (y/n). Heās goneā¦ pleaseā¦ā. He plead.
You were slapping his chest now, punching him as you screamed. āLET ME FUCKING GO. IāLL FIND HIM FOR FUCKS SAKEā. But Midoriya held on, his shoulders shaking as he wept for you, and for him. You screamed out, your pain overtaking you. It was as if your limbs were chopped off, and you could only feel the pain surging into you. There were words, sentences in your wails, but it was incoherent. You refuse to accept the fact heās gone, refuse to accept how silent Midoriya is, and how much his tears had stained your shoulder.
Your head was getting lighter, and your throat hurts so much, it burns and scratches. You were weakening in Midoriya arms, the extreme emotions taking a toll when Kirishima came.
āMidoā¦ (y/n).ā Kirishimaās words turn into a whisper upon seeing you in Midoriyaās arm. His heart twisted at how miserable you looked, and the thing heās afraid of came. Your mouth open but there were only hiccups, your face completely wet, and red. Heās not sure whether its right to show you now, but its better to show you since itāll happen sooner.
Kirishima, places a hand on your shoulder at first, trying to make you notice his presence but your head is swarming with denial to even notice. Then slowly, he held onto your arm, pulling you up to his side. Midoriya, who was holding onto you before could only look down, letting his arms fall onto the grown as his own tears kept flowing. His own being breaking at another mistake he believes he did; again, he let Bakugou go.
āIāll bring her toā¦ you knowā. Midoriya only give him a curt nod, as Kirishima pulls you to wherever it is. You could care less. You were weak, your feet staggering to follow Kirishima but he was patient enough to hold onto your shoulders, guiding you to Bakugou.
The both of you entered a room, the smell of blood was pungent, and you gagged. You finally realize where you are, white sheets covering bodies of people were on the floor. There were crying people everywhere, it looks straight out of a movie. A disturbing movie. The trembling of your body intensified, and when you got closer to a couple, you noticed it was Mitsuki and Masaru. Masaru was holding onto his wife, Masaru crying silently while you could hear Mitsukiās sobs.
āI brought (y/n)ā. Kirishima announced, immediately Mitsuki unlatched herself from her husband, and hug you.
āIām sorry (y/n). Iām so sorryā¦ youā¦ heā¦ā She couldnāt continue her words, as she stutters through her breath. Masaru got close to the both of you, and give you a hug as well. You donāt understand, you refuse to believe that it did happen. But the wailing of Mitsuki, and the complete silence of Masaru is numbing you.
You were not crying anymore, your focus only on the body in front of you. He looks so familiar, so similar to Bakugou. You notice the golden hair of his reflecting the hard light, creating shadows. You notice his high nose, and those plump lips that you had always love to kiss. Then you notice the attire heās wearing, though torn apart, itās so similar to Bakugouās, its almost frightening.
āThatāsā¦ thatās not Katsuki right?ā. Mitsuki sobbed out loud again as she let go of you, and hug her husband again.
donāt get closer.
Your feet betrayed your screaming heart, as you get closer to the body. You squatted down beside his arm, staring ahead at the sleeping figure. You scan through, and you notice his hand. Your trembling one tried to reach forward.
donāt touch him.
Heās so cold, you thought. So frighteningly cold but as you clasp his hand, it felt right. It felt like him. Thatās Bakugouās hand you thought, and you were happy. After so much hours, you could finally feel him again. But heās too cold.
āWhen we found him, he was holding onto thisā. A man approached you, you know him as Aizawa Sensei. He hands out a card, and a polaroid picture. The card was an All Might card that you know very well off, he used to show you the card, saying that heāll get it signed one day. Then you look at the picture, and noticed its of you and Bakugou. You remember when it was taken, you were on his lap, as you pull out the camera, and you were smiling wide while Bakugou eyes focused on staring at you, his eyes filled with love, and adoration.
Your eyes were getting blurry again, and once again the horrible pain from before came back like wild wind. You blink away the tears as you sat down, pulling his hand. Why wonāt Bakugou move? He would always move towards you whenever you tugged at him. But heās so rigid, unmoving and cold.
āKatsukiā¦ wake up pleaseā¦ā. You plead, holding his hand to your face but its too cold. You get closer to his face, gently touching his cheeks, and again lost of its warmth. You stroke his cheek, his forehead, and his eyebrows.
āBabyā¦ please open your eyesā¦ā. You whispered, wishing that heāll just sit up, and say its all a prank. You donāt care how disgusting the prank is, but you donāt care, let it be a prank.
But he just wonāt move. Your quiet sobs become uncontrollable as you pull his heavy body to you. Hugging his head to your chest and burying your face into his hair. Aizawa was going to pull you away from Bakugouās corpse but Kirishima held him back. Kirishima knew how much the both of you love each other, and frankly, heās not sure how to comfort you. So, all he could do is listen to your heart wrenching sobs, and look at your desperate hug.
āYou promised Katsuki.ā You whispered to a dead body. You didnāt know a human being could feel so much pain. Your stomach compressed, and you truly trying your best to breath through the snot, and tears. Then you remembered all the dream he spoke about, how heās going to be the number one hero, and he would smile so gleefully, and you agree. You have seen how battered he looked when he pushes himself so hard. You had foolishly, and naively thought that his kidnapping was the worst pain you ever felt, but this.
This made you wish that Death would just kill you.
ā
Youāre not sure what exactly happened, everything had been foggy. You remember pieces here, and there. How Kirishima had to force you to let go of Bakugou, how Mina, and Ochako came to you, and tried to console you. Now, youāre standing with Mina beside you, holding you up with one hand, as she silently sobs.
Apparently, it was time for his cremation, and before it went through, family and friends are allowed to give their last respect. Everyone from 1A and 1B was there, you also see some of his teachers. You saw All Might, and for the first time, you move by yourself. All Might, like others were also crying silent tears, but when he saw you, he immediately wipes his tears. You stood in front of him, a card in your hand as you held it out. Toshinori face show confusion as you cough, trying to speak up.
āThisā¦Katsuki wanted you to sign thisā. You uttered, voice raspy, and with a shaking hand, Toshinori took it, and nodded. You bow down your head as you went back to Mina. The process of giving respect starts with Bakugouās parents. Mitsuki and Masaru were barely hanging onto their conscience, as they stroke his face, and kisses his forehead, whispering how proud they are of him, and how much they love him.
Then it was your turn. You were stuck in your place at first, but Mina gently pushed you.
āGo speak to himā. Mina whispered, as you give her a slight nod, and walked up to his body. Half of your heart had accepted that heās gone, but the other was hopeful. The hope was immediately crushed by the reality of what laid in front of you. Bakugou was wearing a kimono, his body donāt smell of blood anymore. Gently, you place a hand on his cheek, and stroke it. There were so many things you want to say, but you will break before you finish them.
So, you closes your eyes, willing yourself to hold your tears in, as you kisses his forehead. āThank you for loving me.ā
And you kiss his eyes. āThank you for choosing meā. Then you kiss his nose and cheeks. āThank you for taking care of meā.
And gently, you give a soft kiss on his lips, trying to remember the shape of it, the tingling feeling of it, and the little lines of it. Slowly, you lift your head up, and with trembling lips, a forced smile, you whispered.
tw: fluff, everyone is alive, Mikey is a soft soft boy, in love Mikey, Husband!Mikey, Mikey is a business owner with all the Toman members, donāt worry the business is good
w.c : 1k
a/n: Halu! I canāt get over Tokrev boys like asgasha, theyāre so adorable bro. Mikey is my fav from Tokrev ever since the start, like I just wanna give this man a hug. I wish in a different timeline, Mikey will be able to experience this with his s/o. I wish all of them stay alive and stay happy. Anyway! I hope you guys like it! I think this one is one of my favs cause I really hope Iāll be able to experience it myself one day. Have an amazing day loves!
You were reading a book and sipping on a warm cup of coffee, brew to perfection the way you like it. The candle you lit smell amazing, surrounding the living room youāre in. The sofa somehow felt a bit comfier than ever, your body sinking down in it a little deeper and everything feel almost perfect.
You picked up your phone, scrolling through the list of songs and then you saw a playlist your husband made you. Smiling to yourself, you press shuffle on the playlist, letting the music blare out of the speaker of your living room. You were deep into your reading when you heard the door to your husbandās office open up. Slowly, you rise up from the couch and saw your beautiful husband in all of his glory.
His blonde hair tied back to a man bun, black shirt clung into his body, you could feel yourself warm at the thought of hugging him. You always love hugging him, his warmth and the sense of comfort he gave you was always a delight. He was looking around, searching for you and when he saw you, his face exploded into a beautiful happiness, especially for you. His smile reaches his eyes, and the way he calls your name softly melts your whole body.
āWhat are you doing love?ā. He asked, sitting down beside you and pulling you to his side as he strokes your hair, softly.
You smile as you answer. āJust reading a book baby, youāre done with your work?" His smile falters from his face as he grumbles.
āI canāt do it anymore, its annoying to take care of paperwork.ā His scowl before turn into a mischievous smile as you squint your eyes in knowing.
āI asked Draken to do itā. Mikey said, rather proudly. You gently slap his chest and pinch his cheek as you say. āYou know you canāt just give it to Draken right? Youāre the boss you know.ā
You could see a pout forming on his puffy lips as he mutters. āBut I donāt wanna do it anymore. Drakenās good at it ānyways.ā You shake your head and laughed at your husbandās antic.
āWell, Draken is good at everything Manjirou.ā He nodded as he pulls you into his lap, holding your arms tight and letting your head fall on his shoulder. He turns his head to face you, his eyes looking down at you and another gentle smile on his face appears. He kissed your forehead as he whispers.
āBesides, Iām missing you so much already.ā Your lips curve into a small smile as you answer with a kiss on his neck. The both of you stay like so while listening to the music and at times, you could hear Mikey hums to the music. His hand would rub up and down your arms while his other hand holds your hand tight, circling his thumb on your knuckles. Mikey has always been affectionate to you physically, even the early days of you dating him, hugging and cuddling is important to him.
Sometimes the Toman members would even jest at the both of your antics, telling the both of you to get a room but really, it was just the way it is. Though the Toman members would joke about you and Mikey, they always told you how glad they are that youāre with Mikey. You remembered a conversation you had with Draken, specifically on how glad he is to have you.
āYou know, you should give yourself some credit for being Mikeyās girl.ā You were munching on some crackers when Draken suddenly breaks the silence.
āWhat you mean bro?ā. You asked, curious on why Draken and the others keep on telling you how grateful they are for you.
āYou keep him sane. You keep him grounded and trust me bro, if youāre not with Mikey, he would be in the worse state.ā You were staring at Draken now, whoās folding Mikeyās clothes.
āI'm- no, weāre really grateful that you love Mikey so much, that you were able to make him feel so much love. Thank you, really, for taking care of him.ā You nodded as you promise him, that youāll love him for a very long time.
You were going to fall asleep when Japanese Denim play on the speaker. Suddenly, you were lifted up and Mikey stood you up.
āWhat are you doing baby?ā. He grins at you as he takes the both of your hands and wraps it around his neck. His hand then went over to your waist, as he gently sways the both of you to the music. Your face warms at his gesture, Mikey has always been so romantic and this is one of his favourite things to do.
āI wanna dance with my beautiful loverā. He whispers, you could see his face tinge with pink as you chuckle. You give him a peck on his lips, his soft lips moulding perfectly on yours. As you were going to lay your head on his shoulder, he pulls your face back and give you another kiss, deeper this time.
Your body and his flush tight together, the warm you felt before become much hotter. You place a hand on his cheek, pressing into his lips again in which he parts his slightly, allowing you to take it further. The coffee you had before tasted sweeter and when you felt that breathing becomes almost impossible, the both of you gently unlatch from each other. You could see his eyes fluttering opens slowly, clearly still in a daze. You run your thumb on his lips, his eyes now staring into yours, your chest swells with love and admiration for this beautiful man.
āI love you Mikey.ā You whisper softly, letting the both of your body continue to sway to the music again.
āAnd I love you so much more baby, my four-leaf clover.ā He admits as he softly sang to you, forehead touching against each other.
