3 Times Bakugou Tried To Kiss You + 1 Time He Actually Did !!

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wrong number

d.kaminari

-in which his hookup gives him the wrong number, and it just so happens to be yours.

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 4

(All photos from Pinterest)

You’d been grumbling to yourself as you balanced the bowl of water in your hand, swinging the door open with your other, in a rage you couldn’t quit place. As the wooden door flies open and you lean forward to place the bowl onto the porch Izukus cat had apparently claimed as home- a hand reaches out to grab the stupid Gatorade you’d tucked securely under your arm. You didn’t have to look up to know it was Bakugou, the black jeans and black sneakers you were eye level with were proof enough.

“Don’t you have illegal money you can spend on your own beverages?” You hadn’t quite settled from the shaking from your almost run in with the law, so seeing Bakugou with a smug look on his face made your anger worse. “Stop coming here, I don’t want t-.”

“I didn’t come here for the drink, just needed you to open the door.” You hadn’t even returned to your full height, but Bakugou was strolling past you and into your home that you hadn’t invited him into. “We need to talk.”

“Get the hell out-.” Your protests are cut short, and completely ignored when Bakugou places his phone to his ear and steps into your living room. “What the hell!?”

“I’m working on it, stop blowing my phone up.” You could see his shoulders tensing as a loud voice yells from his phone. Who ever he was speaking to, was not too happy and Bakugou clearly didn’t want to be speaking to them about it. “I told you it wasn’t her. Pull me from the roster and tell your damn investors to mind their business the only contract I’m signing is one that gets me far the hell away from you.”

Bakugou ends the call and shoves his phone into his front pocket, you didn’t know if you should continue trying to kick him out or question what the hell he’d been talking about. As the air stills around you and headlights pass through the living room Bakugou finally turns back to face you. The uncomfortable and tense moment he’d just experienced seeming to have passed before you’ve registered what was happening.

“You decorate this place yourself?” He asks, eyes roaming your colorfully decorated living room painfully. While his face twists in disgust seeing your choice in decor, you clear your throat to catch his attention. “Never mind, I can tell you did.”

“Why did you just let yourself into my home?” You weren’t expecting company and seeing the pile of dishes in your sink suddenly made you feel self conscious. “And can you leave now?”

The Gatorade he’d lied about wanting is set on your coffee table, being forgotten as Bakugou plops down onto your vibrantly yellow sofa. For someone who accused you of stalking him- he sure was making himself at home. You’d asked him to leave and instead he sat himself in your spot.

“Who else did you blab to?” A frustrated sigh escaped his parted lips, making you raise an eyebrow in disbelief. He came all the way here to ask that? That’s literally why they invented cellphones. “And what did they have to say?”

“You couldn’t have texted me? You have no issue texting me for a damn sports drink.” You’d already been in a weirdly angry mood before he showed up so his stupid reason for showing up was just the icing on the cake. “You need to leave.”

“I feel like it’s in your best interest I stay put.” Awfully arrogant. You scoff and cross your arms, sitting on the opposite side of the couch and glancing in his direction. He looked calm, but the twitch of his index finger resting on his thigh made you question if he was just pretending to be. “Someone mentioned you by name to me, heard about what happened with the cops.”

“Me?” No one had been around when Bakugou pulled up and got you out of there. Did Jiro tell someone else? She wouldn’t have, right? “I only told Jiro. All she told me was she was surprised you helped.”

“You understand that if you’d have stopped following me around this would have never happened, right?” His eyes stay trained on your bread shaped coasters while you fight the urge to scream. “Stop coming around and you should be fine.”

“You’re aware you showed up here, right? Maybe you should stop coming around.” The constant accusation that you’d been following him around was starting to make you boil with anger. “Let’s not forget, you continue to approach me. You continue to text me. I’m not sure what gave you the impression I’m obsessed with you, but I promise you it’s actually quite the opposite.”

Your feet tuck themselves below you, angling you to face the man who stared back at you with an angry expression. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he was actually bothered you weren’t obsessed with him. He came here to talk about your name being brought up, so maybe he truly was obsessed.

“Look, whatever is going on will blow over eventually, I can guarantee I won’t be at another one of those races. Against my will or not.” You notice his finger that had been previously twitch now twists a black ring on his middle finger. Was he really this worried? Was it because he knew who your dad was? “Why are you worried anyway? Wouldn’t I be the one in trouble? You didn’t say they mentioned you by name.”

“If my suspicions are correct, you’re only being mentioned to attempt to drag me down when you fall.” What? Why would anyone assume he’d be the one helping you if you were in trouble over this? As far as literally everyone( including yourself) knew, you hardly even knew him. “You work at the dance place right?”

He had to have heard about it from Izuku, but you were still surprised he knew anything about you at all. Like previously mentioned, you hardly knew him and figured he hardly knew you either. Still, knowing he knew where you worked made you wonder if that day in the rain he’d only gone past you because he knew you’d be there. He seemed to have splashed you on purpose any way.

“Why does it matter?” You question instead. Figuring bringing up the rain incident would only piss both of you off more. “Looking for a job? I don’t think teaching little kids ballet would really suit y-.”

“I know someone who goes by there, I’ll have him keep an eye on you.” A hand runs through his hair, another sigh leaving his lips as he stands to his feet. “Stop letting raccoon eyes drag you out so much. It’s obvious you don’t enjoy it anyway.”

“Hold on- keep an eye on me?” You all but laugh, you weren’t a child who needed baby sat. Plus, if your name was brought up what could his friend do against the literal police? “Unless your buddies a cop I don’t see how he could be of much help.”

“Firstly, he’s not my buddy. He just owes me a few favors.” Looking up at him, you can’t help but feel a weird sense of relief. At least he seemed to want to keep you out of trouble. Even if it was trouble you never wanted to be a part of to begin with. “Secondly, he is a cop. Unfortunately for you though, I could care less if you got arrested.”

“Huh? Then why are you worried that someone knows my name?” He says nothing, watching you stand to your feet to follow him to the door. He came over to talk, yet he wasn’t giving you much information at all. “You’re sending me a baby sitter, that implies you care if I get arrested.”

His hand reaches for the doorknob, not commenting on what you’d said and ignoring you clear thirst for information. With little time to react and a thousand questions running through your mind, you reach forward and slide the lock before his fingertips can even come in contact with the metal. If he was going to show up, let himself in and then send someone to keep tabs on you- he could at least tell you why.

“I forgot, daddy probably never taught you to mind your business.”

His jab seemed to be spiteful, as if your relationship with your father had affected him somehow and throwing it in your face made him feel better about what ever it was that bothered him about it. Your eyebrows come together in confusion, not noticing him reaching around you to unlock the door and pull it open in one swift motion. The door comes in contact with your back, pushing you forward just enough to collide with his chest.

“Learn to stay out of things you know nothing about.” The embarrassment trailing up your neck reaches your face the moment he looks down at you. “It’s not the police I’m worried about, your dad would bail you out regardless of your lack of communication.”

“Then who are you worried about?” You couldn’t think of a reason he’d show up here if not for the police nearly catching you. You step back, tucking your hair behind your ears as you press further. “The police are the only people who’d be looking for me right? To try and link me to the racing or whatever, so-.”

“I don’t have time to explain this shit to you, so just carry on and stay the hell away so I can handle it without you showing up every time I leave my house.” Your eyes roll, watching as he steps onto the porch where, of course, Izukus cat laid happily. “Just take the damn cat in, he hates Dekus place. It’s not like you have company to worry about him anyway.”

You can’t help but feel annoyed as he reminds you that you don’t have company. He was probably just assuming, but hearing him acknowledge it was both embarrassing and infuriating. Your hand resting on the door begins to close it shut, not caring to properly tell this man goodbye.

“I guess your daddy never taught you to mind your business.”

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-Parchy

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frankly iida thinks you're a bitch and it makes him a little hard when he thinks about it

pretty sure shigaraki tomura would be absolutely fucking floored by how much you being kind turns him on

like he’s watching you talk to spinner about video games, and you’re bouncing in your seat with excitement, and he doesn’t understand this strange buzzing in his chest.

when you let toga have some of your blood, no questions asked, or talk with twice when he’s lonely, the warm buzzing just gets stronger and stronger until he’s hiding himself in his room, jerking down his pants and pulling his cock out, barely holding back the whimper locked in his throat

it’d feel so much better if it were your hands. what would you do if you knew he was in here stroking himself like this, dick jumping in his palm, pre-cum beading at the tip?

he groans. would you offer to help? his breath catches as he thinks about you on your knees, those kind eyes locked on him. would you want to taste him? he’d want to taste you. he’d want your pretty pussy dangling right over his face. fuck, he knows you'd smell so fucking good -

you bang on the door. “tomu, what do you want for dinner?”

yeah, you’re going to be a problem for him

part two here <3

HER MAJESTY OF SMAUS HAS RETURNED YAY Could I request this SMAU please: you promising to post pictures of them in your IG to solidify publicly that he’s your BF, but you only post cheeky and sneaky pictures like his back, his hand and stuff like that (making it hard to tell who is it) and them getting irritated or amused by it (or they just don’t give a f) 

with Kiri, Baku & Shinsou (and maybe Denks if you're generous) THANK YOU

HUZZAAAHHHHHH thank you for this silly req <3 even though its been a minute heh

soft launch // smau

kirishima, bakugou, shinsou, denki

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katsuki tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet @kaldurahms-lover

i overheard you - ft. shoto todoroki

synopsis: your best friend hears you masturbating. what's a pro hero to do?

cws: timeskip!shoto, virgin!shoto, soft!sex, like the softest I’ve ever written, honestly sub!shoto, experienced!reader, fem!reader, pet names like sweetheart and angel

A knock sounds at the door. You nearly drop your vibrator in shock, fumbling with the button to shut it off, the noise deafening in the dark of your room.

“y/n?”

Shoto.

Fuck.

“Yeah?” your voice is hoarse. How on earth are you supposed to talk to him when a minute ago you’d been actively picturing his mouth on your pussy?

“Can I come in?”

Heart hammering, you stash the vibrator under the covers, shuck your pajama bottoms back up, and run a hand through your hair. “Sure!”

His two-toned head peeks into the room. “Lights on or off?”

Your whole face is on fire. “Off, if you don’t mind.

He dips his head. Fuck, is he blushing, too?

You wrap your arms around your legs while he pads across the room. He’s not wearing a shirt. The distracting amount of skin on display is messing with your ability to think. A simple pair of boxer briefs sits low on his hips; a trail of hair leads down to an impressive package that makes your mouth dry up at the sight.

You cannot fuck your best friend you cannot fuck your best friend –

The bed dips with his weight. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, staring down at the carpet like he can drill a hole into it.

“Sho?”

His head whips up.

“Sorry,” he says in a brief burst of laughter. “I thought I had an idea of what to say when I came in here and now that I am” - he gestures at the bed – “I have no idea how to say it.”

“It’s just me,” you say, brushing his shoulder with your hand.

“That’s exactly it. It’s you.” Frustration colors his tone and a light bulb goes off in your head. You don’t know what to say to that, but you have a sneaking suspicion where his head is.  

“Did you hear me?” 

Shoto blushes so furiously you can feel the heat pouring off the left side of his body. He nods.

“Did you come in here to do something about it?” 

His mouth falls open before he turns his expression into something closer to determination. It makes you want to kiss him so badly your teeth hurt.  

“That was my original plan, yes.”

Your skin tingles. You drop your arms from your knees and angle yourself closer to him.

“What did you want to say when you first came in here?” 

There’s the softest touch of his finger against your pinky before his hand covers your own. 

“I wanted to ask you if I could help. If you’d let me watch.”

Your heart roars in your chest. You’re surprised Shoto can’t hear it.

“You want to help make me come?”

Shoto swallows, and answers in that level deep voice of his, “Yes.”

“Okay then.”

You pull the vibrator out from beneath the covers, trying not to laugh at Shoto’s obvious expression of dismay.

“Come lay down next to me,” you say, patting the space next to you. He lays down next to you but he’s hovering, holding himself back, so you grab his hand and drape it on your hip. His breath hitches, calloused fingertips brushing against the band of your sleep shorts as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Will you help me take these off?” you whisper into his ear.

Hair brushes your cheek as he nods. His thumb hooks under your shorts and tugs them down your legs quickly. His breath is already shaky.

“What’s your comfort level here? Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing? What I like?

You figure that taking the lead is in the best of both of your interests, and honestly, the idea of telling a pro hero what to do is sending a bolt of arousal through your gut. How much would he like being ordered around?

“Please,” he says, and fuck, you’ve never heard this man so undone. Breathy and tense, Shoto’s eyes drink in your skin like he’s discovering the ocean.  

“I only have the rabbit with me, so I’m going to use the ears on my clit while you watch, okay?”

Another fervent nod, like he doesn’t dare look away. 

“What do you want me to do?” he asks.

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” he says, a divot appearing in between his brows. “It already feels so good just lying next to you.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to crack in your chest. 

“Try not to think too much about it too much,” you say, placing a hand on his chest and scooting closer to him. “It feels good for me, too, just being here with you.”

You press a kiss into the hollow of his throat and turn the vibrator on, holding it to your clit. He can feel your breath catch on his skin. His hand grips down on your hip, hard, his own rutting against your side.

“Talk to me. Tell me what you like to see.”

“Fuck, okay.” He expels a breath, and it’s already hotter than anything that’s ever happened to you because it’s Shoto swearing in your ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m a little overwhelmed. You look… I can’t even describe how beautiful you look.”

“That’s all right.” His words wash over you, turning your insides to jelly. You turn the vibrator’s intensity up one. “You’re already on the right track.”

“I am?” 

“Mm-hmm. You’re already making me feel good, Sho. Believe in that. Talk to me.”

The combination of praise and command seems to jolt him into action. 

“I like seeing you like this,” he starts, voice a little shy. He kisses your forehead, moves his hands along the soft skin of your hips. “I like hearing the noises you make, the soft little gasps when you touch yourself.”

It was tame for dirty talk, but you feel each word like a thunderbolt. 

“What else, baby?”

His breath hitches again.

Oh, he likes that. 

“I want to be the reason you’re making those sounds. I want my fingers inside you when you come.”

You shudder, the vibration against your clit drawing you closer to that dark, deep kind of orgasm you only have when you’re turned on beyond reason. You guide his hand to the inside of your thigh, the slight friction of his callused skin on yours making you whine.

He props himself up on one elbow and peers down at you. His brow is furrowed, concentration set clearly on his face. You cup his cheek and kiss him before you think to stop yourself. Here his confidence kicks up, even when the kiss gets messy, your tongue against his teeth.

His thumb sweeps over your clit. You jump at the sensation and also at the strength of your reaction. You were already keyed up from earlier and having Shoto next to you has only amplified how fucking horny you are. He’s watching you with such intensity, such obvious need. 

A finger nudges your entrance. 

“I can touch you here?”

You can barely nod.

“Thank fuck,” he says, and rearranges you both so he’s kneeling in front of you, spreading your knees open and sliding two fingers inside of you.

“Sorry. I wanted to look.”

It’s so Shoto, and it’s so hot that you whimper and buck your hips up to meet him.

“Looking is a critical part of learning.” Is that your voice? You sound like you just finished a marathon. 

Shoto huffs a soft laugh, eyes trained on your pussy. When your eyes meet, he leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“You’re so soft here, sweetheart,” he says, fingers moving in and out. The pet name feels so warm on your skin you almost want to cry. 

“More, Sho, please.” 

He adds a third finger, the stretch making you moan.

“Are you this wet for me?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, his thumb circling and pressing down on your clit over and over. “I can feel you around my fingers, angel. You’re squeezing me so tight.” His voice breaks. You’re spinning inside of yourself, everything narrowing to the thrum of your clit, that burst of sensation every time Shoto’s thumb rubs against you.

“Yes yes, exactly like that, please don’t stop touching me,” you chant, hardly recognizing your voice.

“Do you want the vibrator back? Is this—will this be enough?”

It normally wouldn’t be, but you’re literally fighting to keep yourself from coming as it is.

“Will you lay down, Sho?”

Uncertainty crosses his face briefly but he complies, lying down next to you like he had at the start. You hardly give him time to settle before you’re straddling him, pressing your soaking wet pussy against his cock. Shoto chokes on a whimper, hand pressed against his mouth.

“Don’t you dare not make noise for me,” you hear yourself say. All you can think about is the ridge of his dick in between the folds of your pussy, how much you can’t wait to have all of that inside of you. “I want us to come apart together, okay?” 

His hands are tight on your hips, grinding you down. 

“Fuck, you feel too good,” he pants. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m gonna fucking come, I don’t know much longer I can last.”

Your pussy makes obscene squelching noises as you slide, up and down, over and over, on his dick.  “Stay with me, just a few more seconds. Come on, fall apart with me. Fucking fall apart with me like a good boy, okay?”

You’re right—the pet name seems to detonate Shoto’s last shred of control. He growls against your throat, thrusting up into you, the ridge of his cock rocking perfectly against your clit until you’re falling, flying over the edge. Shoto’s name falls from your lips in a chant; your own name echoing in the space between you as he comes in his briefs.

In the afterglow of your orgasm, you lay on top of him listening to the thunderous beat of his heart. Touching him feels sacred, divine. Is this what people feel when they love someone? 

“y/n?” Shoto’s voice is breathless. He sounds awestruck. 

“Yeah?” You prop up on his chest to look at him. His eyes are closed, a smile creasing the corners. The need to kiss him is like a physical tug in your stomach. 

“That was amazing.” He opens his eyes and smiles widely. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re amazing.”

“You were pretty good yourself, you know.”

(watch me fuck around and write a part two)

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 5

TW: so much angst it’ll prolly hurt

You found it impossible to catch your breath as the night dragged on Katsuki only lingered closer and closer. If you went to the bar, he did too. When Mina pulled you on to the dance floor, he stood at its edge talking to a pretty Blonde- his eyes still on you as her hand playfully nudged his shoulder. It was suffocating, but intoxicating all the same.

Knowing his eyes were set on you and not the drop dead gorgeous woman begging for his attention made you feel alive. It was weird to suddenly want him to see you in a crowd of strangers, but it was also fun for you to purposely slip through the crowd and watch him impatiently look for you. Every time he’d find you again, his jaw would tighten and your grin would grow wider. This was fun.

“Hey! We’re probably heading out!” Mina calls, leaning closer to your bouncing frame so you could hear her over the chaos. “You staying again or you good to drive yourself home!?”

“I haven’t had anything to drink in a while, I can drive!” You had driven separately and had planned to drive yourself home anyway. Plus with Katsukis burning gaze, you figured even if you planned to leave with Mina he’d find a way to stop you. “This was so fun! We should go out again soon!”

The two of you part ways after you’ve left the dance floor, her boyfriend offering you a wave as they head toward the exit. Seeing the way his eyes soften and his smile beams down at her makes you wither in jealously. You hadn’t exactly been trying to fall in love, but the idea of it was still nice and you wished you had found it.

The city was buzzing as you entered the sidewalk, laughing friends and honking cars filling your ears as you make the short walk to the parking lot where you’d parked. Luckily Kirishima knew someone who’d saved you close parking spots so you didn’t have to walk the usual blocks to leave, something your aching feet were thankful for. Wearing heels wasn’t ever a smart option, it was just always the cutest.

“You better slow down before you trip!” The sound of Katsukis mocking comes from behind you, causing you to turn your head just as you reached for your door handle. He looked irritated, annoyed and godly approaching you in short, determined strides. “You had your fun, now let’s talk.”

His body settles in front of you, between your car and his you hadn’t noticed had been right beside yours. He must’ve done it on purpose, he’d been persistently trying to talk to you even before he showed up. It was probably his plan to trap you like this, seeing as a cocky smirk now played at his lips.

“No thanks.” The confidence you’d felt teasing him earlier vanishes, his closeness alone causing turmoil in your chest. “Have a nice night.”

“Can’t leave without your keys.” He laughs, holding his hand up to dangle the keys you now knew he’d taken from your purse at some point to ensure his plan would go according. “No keys if you don’t tell me what this issue is.”

“There is no issue.” You lie, hugging yourself to attempt to shield the exposed skin from the biting night air. “I’m gonna freeze, can you not do this?”

“Take my jacket and answer me.” Of course he’d thought out a solution to the only logical escape you could think of. He’s removing and offering you his zip up before you can even protest. “This cat and mouse shit you’ve been playing at all night isn’t as fun for me as it was for you.”

“No clue what you mean.” You shrug into the jacket, immediately letting his familiar scent calm your anxious thoughts. “I was dancing with my friend, you were staring at me like a creep.”

“Like I couldn’t tell you were doing it on purpose, I’ve know you for years. I’ve learned your tendencies fairly well- you were doing it to fuck with me.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you’d never admit he was right. It’s embarrassing how entertaining you found his constant watching and the growing irritation he didn’t even try to hide. Your dancing alone was enough to make any man stare, but the playful gleam in your eyes nearly brought Katsuki to his knees. Painfully.

“Whatever Kats, I need to get home.” More like wanted to desperately. His eyes stare into yours, his head tilting challengingly as you reach for your keys. His hand pulls back just as your fingertips brush the metal, earning a groan as you pull back. “Give me my damn keys!”

“Make me.”

It was a challenge, his eyes hardening as you reach again, stepping closer to try to get any sort of advantage. After a few missed swipes, your chests brush and he falters for a single second, his chest heaving as you finally snatch the keys. The moment the keys are in your hands, his hands find your back and pull you flush against him. Holding you in place to prevent you from running from the conversation like you had been all week.

“Tell me what I did so I can fix it.” The warmth from his palms has started an uprising in your stomach. Every butterfly known to man rejoicing eagerly. “The class? Those girls in your seat? Tell me, because I’m sick of the distant look in your eyes.”

“Kats-.” Your palms flatten against his chest for merely a second before the concrete below you rumbles softly. An earth quake? Shaking your head, you inhale deeply to finally come clean and hopefully settle the tension building between you. “When I stayed up that night I stayed at your place, I was planning on telling you I-.”

His grip tightens, your words cutting short as another soft ripple of vibration rattles below. Now!? Really!?

“Ignore it.” His brows were pulled together, his eyes locking with yours as your hand grips the fabric of his shirt to steady yourself from yet another rumble. “Continue, this conversation will be had before I handle what ever that is.”

“No, you should really go.” Especially considering the shaking ground below you was getting increasingly more unstable with every second that passed. “We can talk tomorrow, after you save the city.”

The echos of faint screams come from the distance, creating an eerie feeling that settles goosebumps across your skin. Still, his grip remained tight and his body made no effort to remove itself from yours. Could he really ignore whatever was happing simply because you’d wanted to speak to him days ago?

“You enjoyed it. Didn’t you? Getting all my attention and knowing your little game had been playing with my head.” One of his arm falls to place firmly against the hood of his car as you sway once again. The movement pulled you with it, your feet falling between his and giving him the perfect position to dip his head just enough to send shivers down your spine. “You loved being the center of my entire world in there. Knowing that I was ignoring that girl so I could keep my eyes on you and you alone. Please, tell me I’m wrong?”

“I-I don’t know, maybe.” You shove at his chest, hearing him vocalize exactly how you’d felt was embarrassing even though it had been obvious. With a foot of distance between you, you look in the direction the screams continue to flow from. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? You’ll have someone to keep you busy by tomorrow, will you not?”

He’d had an influx in dates recently, and now that you had come to terms with the way you felt it made you sick every time you thought about it. Not once but twice now had he not come home while you were at his place because of these random dates. You hated it, and with your spiteful accusation in the air you didn’t dare look in his direction.

“So, what? You expect me to stop seeing people because you’re finally available?” Now he was spitting spiteful words at you, returning the jealousy laced tone you’d just given him. “I’ve been waiting, you only seem to be single long enough for me to get my damn hopes up.”

What was he talking about? Had he felt like this longer than you had? You’d only just begun to realize your feelings, but his retort seemed to lift more ease off his shoulders like it’d been weighing him down far longer than you could’ve ever thought.

“Dynamite!” The unfamiliar voice calling his hero name seemed to snap him back to reality, his eyes widening as your body struggles to move away- give him space to deal with the man still calling for him from the other side of the parking lot. “Could use some extra hands!”

“I’ve got to go.” He clears his voice, refusing to look in your direction. “Get home safe, and forget what I said.”

“No, wait I-.” He ignores your pleasing, blasting off a few feet away and leaving your conversation half had. “Fuck.”

-

That night you sat in bed watching the news coverage of the fight he’d accidentally been called to. You could see he was moving slower, not able to put as much power into his blasts. You could decide if it was because he’d lent you his jacket, that you hugged tightly around yourself- or if he’d been so upset with your conversation he couldn’t concentrate.

Either way, you knew you were to blame and sent him a quick ‘I’m sorry’ that made your heart sink and tears fall. He’d blocked your number.

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Happy Christmas Eve Eve!!

-Parchy 💖

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Thinking about my man fatgum again. The happy ending in my head where reader gets her degree/dream job/tired of escort work so quits and gives him her real name and number to keep in touch bc he was genuinely her favorite client. Them having a real first date as real ppl instead of the fake identities they were both using

I think its a really common daydream for him. having a real date. seeing her during the day. dressing in normal clothes and going to a restaurant just to treat her to something special.

he actually loves the idea of her never working again. going to bed early, sleeping late- nothing to stress her, nothing to worry about ever again-

but he'll settle for her doing anything else in the meantime