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CUDDLE BUDDY! 🧸 [KATSUKI BAKUGO X F! READER]

- (Y/N) is a soft, kind-hearted, quirky, and meme queen university student who lives alone in a cute little apartment complex. She mistakens Bakugo Katsuki for her old neighbors; an old woman and her granddaughter whom she absolutely adores. She leaves a giant teddy bear every day before the sun rises for the little girl to see. Not knowing that they had moved out suddenly, Katsuki who had just moved in had never seen such a huge fluffy abomination all his life that it nearly gives him a heart attack. Chaos ensues and you try your absolute best to make it up to the explosive cutie that is your next door neighbor.

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female! reader

genre: college au, normal/quirkless au, fluff, romance, crack, humor and lots of memes. lots of them

warnings: strong language

[♡: This is my first social media au and my first fic on tumblr in general. Expect some formatting mistakes at first, but I’ll make sure to fix them as the story goes along. I hope you enjoy! <//3)

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🧃 chapter 2: runaway baby

🧃 chapter 3: can i be anymore obvious?

🧃 chapter 4: bakugo oppa? saranghae!

🧃 chapter 5: stage 1: denial

🧃 chapter 6: the great apartment bake off!

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Hawks x F Reader x Bakugo x Shinsou x Shoto Poly

Genre: Drama, Angst, Humor, Crack, NSFW

Rivals - Frenemies - Lovers

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 23-25 AGE RANGE

Tattoo AU

Keigo Takami is the owner and operator of Commission Tattoos, one of the hottest shops in the city. Out of nowhere a new shop has opened conveniently enough across the street and he and his boys can’t seem to stand the competition.

Y/N Midoriya ,Tattooist from the small city of Mustafu, has moved her entire life to Tokyo with her friends. Opening Midi’s Tattoos & Piercings seems like a good first step in a big flourishing city like Tokyo. Throw in the sexy competition across the way and you’ve got yourself a party!

Follow Y/N as she tries to navigate her way through big city life, boujie Tokyo city girls, and four men who don’t know how to handle a woman like her. Follow the employees of Midi’s and Commission as they try to maneuver sad single life, chaotic lesbianism, and their bosses aggressively hate flirting all under the sprawling Tokyo skylights.

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Longing

◾ Being a single dad and a pro hero isn’t easy, but Bakugou manages. What he doesn’t have time for is dealing with you, his daughter’s teacher.

Bakugou x Fem!Reader »Pro Hero, Single Parent 

Warnings marked at the beginning of applicable chapters: angst, violence, 18+

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◾ Chapter 10 (Coming 12/8/2020)

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The death toll in Gaza has reached 13,000, with at least 5,500 being children and 3,500 being women

I was thinking- what if Tom has daughter from first marriage or from high school sweetheart- he is like what47? So there is possibility he can have 23-25 year old child. Boys didn’t knew about her. But they meet her on his funeral. Frankie feels the urge to help her but he keeps falling for her. But she is so young and he is so broken and he thinks he should not be allowed even think about her let alone touch her. But her father was asshole and she have daddy issues so she fall hard for Frankie.

Thank you nonnie for the request 😊 I did change it around a bit but the concept it the same. Hope You enjoy 😉

Forbidden Fruit

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), cursing, mentions of death, flirting, age gap, angst, mutual pining, fluff.

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Frankie's hands twitched in his lap as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch you. To feel your warm supple skin beneath his fingertips as you writhe in pleasure below him. He’s never needed anything more in his life, and he hates himself for it.

He shouldn’t have these urges, especially not for you. You were his best friend's daughter for fuck sake, but he can’t help himself. Especially when you're sitting across from him, eyes sparkling as you laugh at something Benny had said. His hand curls into a fist as jealousy courses through his veins.

Tom had never mentioned having another daughter and so when you showed up they were all shocked. Him, even more so. You were smart and so damn beautiful which did not help Frankie at all with how he was feeling. He wanted you. Badly, but he wouldn’t let himself have you. He couldn’t. At least, not again. He didn’t know who you were that night.

***

Frankie sat at the bar nursing his beer when you sat beside him, a bright smile on your face. His eyes flickered over to where you sat - subtly checking you out from beneath his cap. Fuck, you were beautiful.

Your gaze turns to him and he focuses his attention back on his beer, hoping you hadn’t just caught him staring at you. “This place is busy, for being in the middle of nowhere,” you say before ordering yourself a drink. “And whatever he’s having.”

“Oh you don’t have to get me one,” he says a little flustered. “I don’t mind, honestly. So, are you from around here?”

“Yeah. Lived here all my life. Well, except when I was with the army.” He doesn’t notice but you stiffened a little at the mention of the army before shaking yourself off. “You’re not though,” he says matter of factly. “I would have noticed someone as beautiful as you.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether you want me to or not.” He doesn’t know what’s come over him. He isn’t normally this forward. “Oh, I want you to.”

You spend the rest of the night drinking and laughing and he hasn’t felt this light in months. “So. Are you gonna invite me back to yours?” Frankie blanks for a minute. He hasn’t had anyone back at his since his wife left and he still hasn’t taken the pictures down.

You mistake his sudden quietness as rejection and slowly move off the bar stool grabbing your bag and denim jacket. “Maybe another time then?” You give him a wry smile before turning to leave but his hand on your wrist stops you. “Sorry, I spaced a little. How about we go to yours?”

“Sure.”

His hands are on you the minute you close the door to your hotel room. Skimming along the side of your curves his rough fingers graze the skin on your hip and it sends a shiver through you. “Need you Hermosa,” he whispers into your neck as his lips kiss along it.

Grabbing him by the shirt, you pull him with you until you reach your bed where you push him onto it. He leans up on his elbows, his lust-blown eyes flickering down over your form as you strip. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans as your breasts bounce slightly. Fuck!

He hasn’t been with anyone in a while and fuck if you weren’t the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. His hands are itching to touch you and the thought of you wrapped around his aching cock has him surging forward. His hands grab at your breast and your ass and a moan slips past your lips when he wraps his own around your pebbled nipple.

“Oh fuck, Frankie. Please, baby, I need you.” He fumbles with the buttons on his shirt as you work his zipper and within seconds he’s bare before you. He suddenly feels exposed and he can feel a blush creep up his neck as your eyes take him in. Will she like what she sees?

“You’re so handsome, baby,” you whisper as you slowly move towards him, your hand reaching down between you to pump him. His head falls back between his shoulders as a groan slips past his lips. Fuck, your hand felt so much better than his.

“Can I taste you?” His eyes widened. The women he’s been with don’t normally like taking him in their mouths. Nodding his head you sink to your knees and lick a strip up his shaft. His body tingles and he can’t help the lewd moan that leaves his mouth.

“Fuck…feel so good.” His hand moves to your head grabbing your hair between his fingers as you bob your head up and down. The feel of your hot, wet mouth around him as you take him deep into your throat has his legs shaking and his grip on your head tightening, as his orgasm draws closer and closer.

“That’s it, baby. Take me so well. Just like that…Mierda. I’m gonna…fuck, I’m gonna come where do you…”

You pull off and pump him with your hand, “want you to come down my throat, Frankie.” Wrapping your mouth around him again you continue to pump him and with a string of curses, he comes hard; spilling into your throat.

“You were amazing, baby.” He says as he helps you stand, pulling you close and kissing you softly. “Wanna taste you now, Hermosa? Gonna need a minute before I fuck you.” With a nod of your head, you lay back on the bed and a small yelp escapes you as he pulls you towards him. He pushes your thighs apart and lifts your legs over his shoulders as he licks along your wet folds before burying his tongue inside you.

Fuck he knows what he’s doing. He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you so that you are a complete and utter mess on the bed below him. Writhing in pleasure. That heat begins to form and you can feel yourself getting closer to that edge and you all but scream his name as the pleasure from your orgasm consumes you.

“Frankie.”

His tongue licks around his lips as he moves above you completely. You reach up and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. You can feel him hard again as the tip of him nudges at your entrance. Putting your hands on his chest, you push him until he’s lying flat on his back.

Straddling his waist you grab his cock lining it up before slowly sinking onto him. Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. Sitting up he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight, pushing you down onto him.

“Oh Frankie I’m…I’m gonna..”

“That’s it, baby…come on my cock. Want to feel you soak me.”

“Fuck oh fuck!”

You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him - his trusts becoming erratic- sending him over the edge. “Where?”

“Inside…please!”

“Ngh! Fuck baby.”

He comes hard coating your walls with a cry of your name. He brushes the hair off your face and captures your lips in a soft kiss before laying back - pulling you with him. His soft cock slips out of you and you nestle into his side.

Your rub circles into his chest with your fingers and he hums in contentment. “That was amazing. Best sex I’ve had in a long time.”

“Me too. How long are you in town?” He asks as he rests his hand on yours. “I…uh…I’m here for at least a week, maybe more. I’m not sure yet.”

“Well, if you want? I want to do this again.” A smile edges at your lips and you look up into his hazel brown eyes. “I’d like that.”

***

He can feel your gaze on him and he resists looking up at you, instead, he stands and makes his way inside to grab another beer. Get a fucking grip, Frankie. She’s just a woman.

“Who’s just a woman?” He jumps, spilling his beer down the front of his top. “I was just…I…nothing.” He grabs a cloth and rubs at the wet patch on his top, trying not to look at you.

“Frankie. Frankie, why are you avoiding me?” Anger begins to boil within him as he turns to face you, throwing the cloth onto the counter and stalking towards you. “You should have told me. If I had known who you were I…”

“You what? You wouldn’t have fucked me. Over and over again. Wouldn’t have spent this past week with me. Frankie, I didn’t know who you were. I wouldn’t have kept that from you.”

He huffs as stands a breath away, his hand resting on his hips. He takes his cap off and runs his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. This is so fucked. I shouldn’t have slept with you. You’re Tom's daughter. He was one of my best friends. This isn’t right, besides you're over ten years younger than me. It isn’t right.”

“That wasn’t an issue before and besides I’m not Tom's daughter. Not really. He fucked my mom years ago and then once he found out she was pregnant, left. All I got was a birthday card every three years. Not exactly dad of the year.”

“He’s still your dad. I can’t, I just can’t.”

You’re the one angry now as you move closer to him - finger poking his chest. “So that’s it then. You’re just gonna end….us, I thought you cared about me. I thought you might lo…”

He laughs. A cruel laugh that vibrates from his chest into our hands. “You thought I loved you. You were a great lay, nothing more. I think it’s best if you just leave. You’ll be gone by Monday and then we don’t have to see each other again.”

“You don’t have to be cruel to me Frankie just because you’re afraid. That’s not fair.” A sob escapes past your lips and you place a shaky hand over them to try and stop it. “You might not love me but I love you.”

Frankie can feel his chest restrict at your words. You love him? His heart beats hard against his chest and all he wants to do is reach out and touch you. Comfort you and tell you he does love you. That he wants to date you, build a life with you. That he’s thought of nothing else this week even when he was supposed to be grieving his friend.

You pull away from him completely and grab your coat and bag and leave, the front door slamming behind you. What the fuck have I done?

“Fuck Fish, that was harsh,” Santi says as he creeps up on him from the patio door. “So she’s the chick that you’ve been going on about. Damn. Couldn’t have called that one.”

“Yeah well, it’s over now.” Frankie fixes his cap and grabs another beer, taking a huge gulp. “You ended it? Why?”

Frankie turns his gaze to his friend, his eyebrow raised in confusion. “What do you mean, why? She’s Tom’s daughter for fuck sake and she’s too young.” He runs a hand down his face in exasperation. “I love her man.”

“Could’ve guessed that Fish. I’ve never seen you this happy. You weren’t even like this with Maria and she’s the mother of your child. Look, for what it’s worth, I don’t think Tom would care. He didn’t even mention her once in all the time we’ve known him. What does that tell you?”

“But she’s so young I…”

“No, she’s not. She is in her late twenties. I think you’re just scared and looking for an excuse at this point. You love her man. She loves you. It’s written all over her face clear as day. She hasn’t taken her eyes off you since she got here. What’s the problem?”

Frankie sighs, his eyes focused on a spot on the wall. “Fuck! I’ve ruined everything haven’t I?”

“You fucked up, but I wouldn’t say it’s ruined. Go after her and fix this. Just don’t forget to thank me in the wedding speech.” Santi claps Frankie on the back and tilts his head in the direction you just left. “Go. I’ll make excuses.”

“Thanks, man.”

***

You’d just hopped out of the shower when a frantic knocking on your door startled you. Who the hell? Standing on tiptoe you peek out only to find Frankie standing there, looking a mixture of fear and nervousness.

“What do you want Frankie? I’m tired.”

“I know, baby and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please just let me in and I can explain.” Tears build behind your eyes again and you let out a deep sigh as you wrap your arms around yourself protectively. “I explain what? Haven’t you said enough?”

“I was an asshole. I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you. I fucking love you and I’m sorry for you what I said. Please baby, just let me have five minutes.”

Slowly opening the door, Frankie slips past you; his eyes taking in your form. Guilt eats away at him for the sad tired look on your face. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying and he fucking hates himself for doing that to you.

“Five minutes, Frankie.”

“I didn’t mean anything I said back at the house, I was just angry at myself for loving you. Tom was like a brother to me and then when Molly introduced you as his daughter….it nearly killed me. How could I, his best friend, fall in love with his daughter? I felt like I was betraying him. Still do, but I love you and I’ve never felt like this before. I want you, baby.”

He slowly approaches you now and when you show no signs of back away he slides his hand around your waist pulling you close. His other hand comes to rest on your face and his thumb rubs soothing circles into your skin. “Can you forgive me? If you do, I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for it. If not, then I’ll leave you be and never bother you again.”

Finally lifting your head you meet his gaze and you notice the tears slowly building in his eyes. “What if you get cold feet again? I won’t be able to handle that, Frankie. It would break me.”

“I won’t. I promise with all that I am, I’ll love you until the breath leaves my lungs. Longer. I’m in this for the long haul, if you’ll have me?”

A smile edges its way onto your face and you nod your head. “Yeah. I’ll have you. I love you, Frankie.”

“Fuck,” he says breathlessly as lips crash into yours kissing you passionately. “I love you too, baby. So fucking much.” He kisses you again and you wrap your arms around his neck, the towel falling to the ground. The rest of the night is a blur of lust and love and of bodies tangled in the sheets as he makes love to you over and over again.

It’s late - or early, depending on how you look at it - and you are both curled up in bed wrapped in each other’s arms. His hand cradles you into his side as his fingers run along the curves of your hips. Reaching down he tilts your chin towards him. “Te amo, mi amor,” he whispers lovingly as he kisses you softly. “Te amo, Frankie.”

As he lays there in the soft bed, you wrapped around him; he thanks whatever god is out there for bringing you into his life. He just hopes his friend isn’t too upset with him.

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So I’ve requested twice already can you tell that I’m obsessed with your work ??? Anyways, I’ve been retreading the itachi one you just put out and I’m squealing ! I would wait longer to request but today is my birthday so I’ll cut myself some slack! I am humbly asking for some Neji x Reader, something soft and something where he is not dead 😤 But thank u for your time and talent 🥺

aw ty!!! I’m so glad you enjoy my stuff 🥺😭💚 sorry I took so long with this and didn’t post it on your birthday, but I hope you had a great day!!

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(Neji x reader) fluff // 1.1k words

You trudged through the streets of the village stewing on the events of the day. It seemed that every small thing that could’ve gone wrong did, and on your birthday no less. Work was stressful, the weather was miserable, heavy droplets raining down from the dark sky above, and to top it all off you’d stepped in a puddle, resulting in an uncomfortably damp and squishy walk home. Finally, you reached the door of the house you shared with your boyfriend, Neji, and a potent sense of relief flooded through you as you turned the knob and stepped inside. At least after such a long day you could come home to him.

Immediately you were hit with the strong scent of burnt food, and was that a hint of vanilla you could sense underneath? A loud crash rang out from the kitchen around the corner and a low curse followed.

“Nej?” you called out curiously.

There was more fumbling and then Neji’s voice, an edge of panic to it, “Don’t come in yet! I’m not ready!” Then he continued muttering frustratedly under his breath, “Okay flour, got it… a teaspoon of salt… wait! A teaspoon?!”

Hearing the frenzied way he was dashing around in there you decided to ignore his plea and poke your head in. The messy scene you found inside was in stark contrast to the strict tidiness with which Neji usually kept your home, and to your surprised delight he matched his surroundings perfectly. He was leaning over a large metal bowl on the counter desperately trying to spoon out some of the white powder that was inside, the apron he wore covered in batter and both his face and long hair were dusted with flour.

“Need some help?” you offered with a smirk.

He whipped around, finally noticing you over his frantic baking attempts. “Why does the short form for teaspoons look so close to the one for a tablespoon?! They really should be more specific,” he huffed, brushing his hair out his face. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his frustrated state.

“I know it’s dreadful… so what’s all this?” you questioned with a curious smile, nodding towards him to indicate his messy state.

“Well…” he hesitated, looking slightly embarrassed “I wanted to make you a cake for your birthday. But as you can see,” he motioned vaguely to the scattered dishes and ingredients, “I’m a shinobi, not a baker. I burnt my first attempt and now there’s too much salt in this one!”

You cocked your head to the side and examined his bashful grin as you just stood and appreciated the thoughtful gesture for a moment. What did I do to deserve this amazing man? you thought. You had no idea, but here he was, standing before you looking so adorable and domestic in that apron you thought your heart could burst. All the stress from the day now far from your mind, a small chuckle fell over your lips and you and you gave him a quick kiss on his powdered nose.

“You’re so sweet Neji, you didn’t have to do all this.”

He scowled and protested, “It’s your birthday, (y/n), of course I did.”

You rolled your eyes and stood on your toes to give him another peck on the lips this time.

“How ‘bout we finish it together?”

His shoulders fell as he sighed with relief and the smile that you loved so much crept across his lips. “That would be great. Thank you.”

The next hour was spent baking a new cake to replace the one that Neji had burnt, a soft song playing low from the radio as he measured the ingredients metiously and handed them to you to add to the mixture. You brought a spoonful of finished batter to his lips, “How’s that?”

“Much better,” he replied with a chuckle.

Then you worked together to make quick work of the disaster zone that the kitchen had become and by the time it was back to its usual spotless appearance the oven dinged, signalling the completion of your shared baking effort.

It was still a little dry, and the icing was melting off the top because you’d put it on too soon, but even in spite of all that, that ugly little cake looked like that most delicious thing you’d ever seen.

You sat across from the man of your dreams and dug in, savouring every crumbly morsel. Halfway through your slice you looked up to notice that Neji had barely even touched his. Instead he sat with his chin propped in his hand, violet eyes trained on you like you’d just put the stars in the sky, not eagerly devoured half a piece of cake.

“You don’t have to pretend to like it, I know it’s not very good,” he urged.

You lowered your fork and gave him a sympathetic smile. “I think it’s delicious… it was made with love.”

He just chuckled and rolled his eyes at your corny line before reaching across the table to take your hand in his. “Are you sure? I can go pick you something up at Amaguriama.” He began to rise from his seat at the offer so you followed suit and stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“I’m sure honey,” you assured him firmly, “I just want to spend the night with you. The cake doesn’t matter.”

The worry that painted his features softened a bit at your words and he pulled you into his strong arms for a deep embrace that lifted you off the floor. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to walk towards the bedroom.

“Hey wait! The dishes!” you laughed, pointing over his shoulder at the half eaten cakes on the table. He just shushed you and scattered a series of kisses across your face, causing you to giggle harder.

“I’ll do them tomorrow.”

Not really wanting to pull yourself from his arms to clean again you relented, letting him carry you to the bed where he laid you down gently and climbed in beside you. You could hear the rain beating down on the window pane, but from your cozy position snuggled up to the love of your life the dreary weather seemed less depressing and a little more cozy. For a while the two of you just laid there listening to the sounds of the rain and each other’s steady breathing as he held you. You barely noticed when he did, having started to doze off comfortably in his embrace, but through your drowsy half sleep you could still somewhat feel the sensation of his kiss on your forehead and hear him whisper, “I love you, (y/n). Happy birthday.”

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🥦Izuku Midoriya🥦

“If I mean so little to you than why’d you ever marry me?!”

Your voice echoed that same sentence in his head over and over again, you had gotten into an argument over Izuku overworking himself and it resulted in him saying things he didn’t mean. He had forgotten that behind these walls you were a married couple not hero partners, he had chosen his job over you regardless of the promise that he made that you’d always be the world he wanted to protect and now here he was, sitting alone on the couch in shame. He had hurt you with his words he knew he did, he wanted to apologize but he didn’t know what to say or do. His ears twitched to the sound of your bedroom door opening and he stood up meeting your puffy eyes before you moved towards the door.

“H-honey...w-where are you going?”, he stuttered, a feeling in his stomach made him worry.

“Out. Just go back to work or something...you’re happier there anyways.”

His body winced to the cruel venom that laced every word, he had to apologize immediately. He slowly walked up to you reaching for your hand but you quickly snapped it away and opened the door.

“(Y/n) wait I’m-“

“If I stay by you any longer then I’ll really consider divorcing you.”, you admitted coldly making the tall muscular man freeze completely.

You walked out, slamming the door as you left, leaving Izuku alone to his thoughts. You wanted to divorce him...you were actually considering it. What did he do? What was he supposed to do, he didn’t want you to leave him! He’s the number one hero, he fights villains and faces death everyday, and yet now he’s afraid and alone. Despite his frenzied mind he raced after you, nothing else mattered right now then you. Thankfully you hadn’t gotten far but he could tell from your body language that you were crying again, you always tried to play tough even when you were truly hurting inside.

“(Y/n)!”, he screamed, you name echoing in his chest.

You quickly turned around revealing your tearful eyes, you frowned quickly deciding to run rather then face your green haired husband. Izuku wouldn’t let you go so easily, not now, not ever! He activated his quirk speeding towards you and scooping you up into his arms as he floated up into the clouds. You couldn’t do anything up here so you had to listen to him, “(F/n) Midoriya I’m sorry!”, he yelled hugging you tightly.

You didn’t respond, you didn’t say a single word much to Izuku’s horror. He pressed his forehead against the top of yours and closed his eyes begging you to look at him, “Not like this. Please (Y/n) anything but this, I don’t want to lose you. We’ve been together since high school and I love you more every day so please don’t tell me you want a divorce. Just tell me what I have to do to fix my mistakes.”, Izuku pleads were desperate and shaky. You didn’t want to deal with this broken heart of yours anymore, he always chose work over you and you were tired of it.

“I-I want my Izuku back. I married Izuku Midoriya...not Pro Hero Deku. I don’t want to be your second thought anymore I’m tired of being forgotten.”, you sobbed against his chest not once looking up at him.

That’s when he realized how little time he’d been spending with you, a simple hello and good night were all he’d ever gotten from you lately. He’d go to work early, get home late, you’d stop making him dinner all together since you knew he wouldn’t come home. The stress of him neglecting you over work had finally caught up with you and now he had to fix it.

“Let’s go home (y/n).”

“Don’t wanna. I hate it there.”, you admitted.

Even if you didn’t want to he took you home. He carried you to bed and laid you down wrapping his arms around you and talking to you until you vented out all of your feelings. Once you were asleep in his arms he grabbed his phone and immediately requested time off from the agency. He had to rekindle your love for him before anything else happened and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

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💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

Your cries had finally calmed down after an hour but Katsuki’s guilt and worry were far from gone. He couldn’t even remember the cause of the argument, so he could remember were the tears in your eyes when he had grabbed your wrist to hard and accidentally activated his quirk. The unpleasant smell of burnt flesh still lingered in the room and small drops of your blood stained the floor.

“(Y/n)...open the door. Let me clean your wound before it gets infected.”, Katsuki called from the other side of your bedroom door.

He didn’t hear any noise from the other side so he assumed you were ignoring him but he deserved it. All he did was fight with you lately, the stupid stress from work was making him angrier then he already was but why would he take it out on you? He called for you again trying to get any sign that you were okay. He was hopeful when he heard the door unlock but your cold heartless expression made his blood freeze.

“I’m tired Bakugou. I’m tired of being the stupid ass sponge that you dump all your problems out on and then ring out when you’re not angry anymore. Finish filling these out, I’m leaving tonight because I can’t do this anymore.”, you sighed slamming some papers against his chest before returning to your room.

The angry blonde knew he fucked up the moment you called him by his last name, you only ever did that when you were furious so he knew he fucked up. He didn’t want to bother you anymore then he had so he left to the kitchen to look over the papers you had given him. He assumed it was paperwork for work since you both worked at his agency but his heart dropped when he realized that they were divorce papers. Everything was already filled out all that was needed was his signature of consent to start the divorce process. His mouth ran dry, his heart pace quickened, and his hands became sweaty from nervousness. He raced back to your bedroom forcing the door open to see you packing your suitcase and frowned at you. You met his eyes briefly but returned to filling your suitcase despite him wanting to speak with you.

“B-bab-(Y/n)...(Y/n) why divorce? I-It doesn’t...I-I mean we don’t-“

“You don’t love me anymore that’s why you’re always fighting with me right?”, you dared to ask holding your injured arm up to your chest.

Katsuki body froze to your assumption, is that how he’s made you feel? “(Y/n) I love you. I do, I love you just like the day I confessed to you. Just like the day I proposed to you, just like-like our wedding day.”, He confessed shaking as tears poured from his eyes. “I don’t want to let go of you! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You turned to him with sad eyes taking in his stressed appearance and sighed, you couldn’t do this anymore. You were tired from always being yelled at and then suddenly being loved, you weren’t sure if he was bipolar or just being a dick anymore so you couldn’t bear to deal with this another day.

“Bakugou just sign the papers. You’re not gonna change, I’m not gonna be able to take another day of this especially if you’re getting so violent that you’d actually hurt me.”, your voice was soft and broken the more you spoke you didn’t want to leave him but you couldn’t take this anymore, “I’m not asking for anything just let me g-“

You gasped feeling him suddenly embrace you, you flinched in his arms but he just held you tighter afraid to let you go. His lips kissed yours feverishly making you reconsider your decision until he pulled away.

“Don’t do this (Y/n) I won’t be able to live with myself if I lost you. I’m sorry, I’ll get better, just please don’t leave me. Stay here tonight I’ll go to a hotel or something so you have some time to yourself and then I’ll come back and make you breakfast and if you still feel the same tomorrow then I’ll sign the stupid fucking papers.”, he admitted handing you the papers.

His hands shook violently with fear, he didn’t want to let go of them knowing that you’d probably still feel the same tomorrow. You were able to pull them out of his grip and he left to pack his bag for the night. You didn’t say a word as you watched him pack his bag for the night, he was ready to leave but not before pressing another kiss to your lip and apologizing again.

“Goodnight love I’ll see you tomorrow.”, he smiled nervously back at you watching you merely nod and wave him goodbye.

It wasn’t until now that Katsuki realized just how distant you were from him.

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🔥Shoto Todoroki❄️

It was just the heat of the moment and the stress from arguing that made Shoto say what he said. Now with his hand over his mouth and new tears falling from your eyes the fighting had ended with both sides losing. He had cheated on you with his best friend, the very girl he told you never to worry about. You stared down at your feet, face heating up in embarrassment, while your vision became blurrier.

“(Y/n) I-“

You held your hand up signaling for him to stop, you went to your room to pack your suitcase and leave. He tried to speak with you but you wouldn’t listen and to make it worse he answered the phone to Momo as you packed. While he was busy talking to her you slipped out of the front door not once daring to look back. You’d stay at a hotel for tonight then move back to your home town, your mother was right to be wary of him but to think he had actually thrown you away for Momo was almost to unbelievable.

“Where did it all go wrong?”, you sighed to yourself getting into the Taxi.

You were practically at the front desk requesting a room when Shoto finally called you. An hour had already passed but it made you realize just how little you meant to him now that he had who he truly wanted. Once you were settled in your hotel room you answered him, your voice dead and hoarse from sobbing.

“(Y/n) please come back home. I-I didn’t mean to do it, I’m sorry just please come ba-“

“I want a divorce Todoroki, if you wanted her so badly that you went behind my back to do it then I no longer want to be your wife.”, you replied coldly hanging up before he could speak anymore.

You blocked his number and tossed your phone into a forgotten corner of the room. You called your mother on the room phone to tell her you’d be going back and the pain in her voice over hearing you heartbroken made her regret ever jinxing you. You heard a knock at your door and sighed believing it was room service so you put on a fake smile as you answered the door but it dropped once you saw Shoto standing before you.

“Go away.”, you warned slamming the door on him but his ice blocked it from shutting completely.

“(Y/n) I’m sorry, it only ever happened once I promise. I wasn’t thinking right it was during your year long undercover mission I-I don’t even remember what made us do it-“

You glared at him, with a heavy heart your hand met your left cheek, the sound echoed in the room before he turned to look at you again.

“I stayed loyal to you all these years and when I leave for one you decide to fall for another woman and sleep with her. I’ve always been insecure especially about women as beautiful as Yaomomo, and just when I was starting to believe you about being prettier than her you threw it all away!”, you sobbed holding yourself in your arms, “What did I do to make you stop loving me? To make you stoop low enough to cheat on me!”

God your words were killing him, each tear made his guilt worse and worse, “(Y/n) I’m sorry...I’m so sorry.”

“No you’re not. You hold back because you’re lying to yourself that you love me but even I know that you don’t. Just go Shoto...it’s over I want nothing to do with either of you.”, you sighed turning your back to him one last time. He reached out to grab you but he couldn’t seem to reach you. Even though you were so close his body wouldn’t let him move, tears spilled from his dual colored eyes as he turned to leave. You heard the door shut and sighed it was over.

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🐙Tamaki Amajiki🐙

“A-Angel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”, Tamaki cried.

You body was limp in his grasp and to defeated sigh left Tamaki fearful of what was going to leave your mouth, “If you don’t love me then why do you bother staying here? I’ll just do you the favor and set you free. Once the divorce is settled then you won’t have to deal with someone annoying like me ever again.”, you spoke softly somehow escaping his grip as you disappeared into the bedroom. Tamaki was shaking, a cold sweat washed over him and his heart was racing. He hadn’t suffered an anxiety attack this serious since high school, he wanted you to comfort him but he knew right now you wouldn’t do that.

“(Y/n) I’m sorry. P-please don’t say you’ll divorce me. I don’t want anyone else I-I just want you.”, he admitted rushing to your room to see you packing your things.

His stomach dropped when he finally realized you were serious about this. He begged for you to listen, poor excuses falling from his lips with each passing second. “Tamaki just stop, why would you want to stay with someone you don’t even love? The damage is already done Tamaki so you have to deal with the consequences. I’m going to live with my mother until I get back on my feet, I don’t want anything from you just sign off the papers once you get them.”, you sighed zipping up your suitcase as you prepared to leave.

Tamaki’s quirk activated, his tentacle finger slammed your suitcase away in a matter of seconds. Once again you were yelling at him but he didn’t care, he walked up to you and fell to his knees just at your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist latching onto you desperately. “Tamaki let go.”, you warned pushing him off by his shoulders. Not a word left his lips, he just held onto you tighter. “Let go Amajiki.”, you sighed breaking to the sound of his soft sobs against your stomach.

“I-I can’t lose you. N-not like this. S-sorry...so s-sorry.”, he hiccuped stumbling over his words, “I need you. You’re not annoying, you’re not overbearing, you’re perfect! I love you, I didn’t mean what I said please don’t leave me!”, he screamed his tentacles wrapping around you desperately to keep you in his grasp.

“You don’t mean that. The anger in your eyes as you spoke to me only proved that you don’t love me. Let go and find someone you actually love because this... this isn’t the love you need.”, you sighed.

His nose pressed against your stomach as he begged the little person in you to convince you to stay, this wasn’t easy for you. The stress from your work and being pregnant was becoming to much for you and Tamaki’s anger towards you wasn’t helping your mental state.

“Please please don’t leave me. I can’t lose both of you.”, he sobbed.

You sighed and called his name making him look up at you, his tears poured down his eyes and his face was scrunched up on despair to the situation. Another sigh left your lips, “I’m tired Suneater.”, you whispered forcing Tamaki to freeze at the sound of his hero name. His fingers returned to normal, and although the situation was still at hand you decided to stop for the night. This strain was too much for you to handle, “Good night Suneater.” Your elf eared husband sat on the floor in shock as you drifted off to sleep fresh tears spilling silently from your eyes. He didn’t love you that’s all that replayed in your mind.

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🐈‍⬛Shinsou Hitoshi🐈‍⬛

You had mentioned divorce to him once after a cruel fight in return became brainwashed for several seconds and never dared to mention it again. Where did it all go wrong? Why did it become like this? You were to afraid to speak with your own husband because of his quirk, you were so bottled up from the neglect and loveless heartache bubbling up in you that you just decided that it was better to leave. Hitoshi wouldn’t even bother talking to you about your deteriorating marriage so what was the point. He’d get home, not even say hello and go straight to bed. Maybe you were overthinking things but in the end it would be the best for you, your high school sweetheart no longer loved you simple as that.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) are you here?”, a female voice called, you kept your lips shut until your best friend emerged from the front door, “H-Hey why didn’t you answer me?”

“S-sorry force of habit. Sorry that I had to involve you in my running away.”, you giggled nervously.

“So you’re actually gonna take this mission? It’s an undercover mission and at a minimum you have to be off grid for a year, are you sure you can handle this?”, your friend Aiko asked.

“Y-yeah...nobody will recognize me now that I’ve quit the agency.”, you smiled.

Aiko quickly grabbed your bags and took them to her car as you left your goodbye note. Shinsou’s pet cat sat by watching you carefully, “Take care of him old friend.”, you sighed leaving your goodbye note and your ring behind.

The old tabby cat nodded and rolled into a ball to sleep until his master returned, you made sure to leave his bowls filled and disappeared without a trace. The next morning when Shinsou returned home he realized that the smell of bacon or fresh coffee was vacant from the house. He believed you had maybe overslept, that was fine in a way it gave him time to cuddle with you a bit until you quietly pulled yourself from his heavy arms.

“Mocha where’s your mom?”, Shinsou yawned walking into the kitchen.

His old tabby yawned and stamped his foot on the table bringing Shinsou’s attention to the letter that his fluffy butt sat on. He quickly noticed your ring and his heart sank, for a moment he believed it was a ransom note but it turned out to be worse then he thought. He continued to read the letter until he realized that you had left him...he had lost you. The purple haired pro ran to your bedroom praying to see you asleep in the black paw print covered sheets he had bought only to see your room completely empty of any sign of you. Your clothes were gone, shoes gone, your pictures gone! You had erased your very existence from the home and it made his heart stop.

“B-baby? Baby! (Y/n) please! Stop joking around this isn’t funny anymore! (Y/n) come back out!”, Shinsou cried collapsing to his knees from exhaustion.

If only he had realized his mistake before you had left and gone away, if only.