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I got a full-time job, as a 2d artist at a videogame studio and i’m super excited about it

Time in a Bottle Chapter 10 Hitoshi

Editing sucks so here’s the rest! It was getting a little long

Pairing: Bakugou x fem!reader x Shinsou

Warnings: pet sitter au, aged up, quirkless, 18+, cursing, angst

Bakugou grumbles as they’re waiting for the address in the car, stealing his phone back. He tries to keep his cool but he knows it’s slowly ebbing away the more you fidget and silent tears fall. The urge to wipe away your tears grows and grows with the increasing silence between the two of you. There’s something that’s truly bugging him and he’s not exactly sure how to politely bring it up. 

“Why do you like Yuki less than Haru?” 

Your head pops up in surprise and you look at him with an unfathomable expression. Your lip trembles as your mind wracks with anything to say. “I, I don’t know what you mean..” you manage to whisper. 

“Cut the crap,” Bakugou growls. “Sure you love them both, but why don’t you have this same reaction over Yuki almost running away from me?” 

“Yu always comes back-“

“Don’t lie to me!”

“Why the hell do you care so much about my “dumbass pets”?” 

His hands grip the steering wheel tightly as he fights with the words that are on the tip of his tongue. “Because I care about you and your pets, alright?! You give Haru all this love and affection but Yuki gets almost squat.” 

You hit his shoulder and turn to face him. “That’s not true! You don’t know anything about me!”

A pair of firm hands hold onto your shoulders, forcing you to meet the fire in his eyes. The growing anger and frustration between the two of you is blazing away dangerously, the two of you breathing heavily. “But I want to know! You’ve been invading all my thoughts and now every aspect of my life and I don’t fuckin know why. And Shinsou,” he lets you go and rests his head back on the headrest. “He cares about you, too. We both do, otherwise we wouldn’t be risking our livelihoods for you. Just fuckin tell me-“

Two things halt his actions. One, a text from Shinsou with the address and what to say to the customer. And two, your eerily quiet nature as tears fall down your cheeks with your hands clasped tightly. “Princess…”

“Haru was the first “big girl” thing I did on my own,” you say with a shaky breath. Bakugou slowly backs the car out of the garage and heads toward their destination. The lulling of the engine calms the racing hearts of the two found friends. “She helped me through a really rough time and has been there with me through everything. And then he…” you trail off and stare out the window of the passing cars and cityscapes. Your fingers play along your knee as you bite your lip, holding back any potential feelings. 

Bakugou drives along in heavy silence, only the sounds of your ragged breathing and the navigation filling the void. How is he supposed to respond to something like that? Maybe he doesn’t. Or maybe he gets some help. Once they arrive about 15 minutes later, he pulls out his phone to text two people. Shinsou to let him know they made it, and Mina to get some answers. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes before pocketing his phone and stepping out of the car. You’re about to join him when he locks the door on you. You flail your hands in the air and he just shakes his head. He mouths that he’ll do it and you just wait.

The blond walks up to the apartment, taking a quick deep breath to prepare himself with what Shinsou told him to say. He raps against the door and waits. He’s met with a young woman, a few years younger than him with a bold smile on her face. He’s able to peek into her apartment and sees all the newly bought cat toys and scratching posts. The young lady breaks him from his lurking. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah. There’s been a terrible mix up.”

Back in the car, your tears had finally dried. You fiddle with your left ring finger and feel the need to put the ring back on. You know you shouldn’t, but the lingering shadow is still eminent along your finger of what used to be. When you think of him, you think of Yuki and call Shinsou to walk him for you. He picks up after the second ring.

“Shinsou?”

“Are you okay? Talk to me, have you gotten Haru?”

You can’t help but smile at the concern in his voice and it calms you more than you realize. You breathe easy and lay back in the passenger seat. “Baku is getting her now.”

“Thank god. Kitten, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more careful with the colored collars. I was supposed to let Himiko know the change and I didn’t.”

“Hey,” you coo over the phone, slightly startled by the power shift. “Look, I’ve calmed down from my earlier anger and I’m sorry for getting so mad, Shin. But don’t blame yourself, okay?”

You hear him sigh on the other line and you assume he lays his head back in his office chair. “Look at you caring for me now. Look let me treat you to something. I’ll walk Yuki right now, you name it I swear I’ll do it. I’m just, I’m so sorry.”

You smile at his dilemma and tighten your grip on the phone. “I know. Just make sure to walk him for me, okay? We’ll come back and figure this all out. Please Hitoshi don’t be too mad at yourself.”

You both pause at the name slip, but it’s a comfortable silence. The two of you smile on the line, enjoying the quiet between the two of you. The enjoyable silence gets interrupted by the sound of the car unlocking. You jump and see Bakugou at your window with a bundle in his arms and a new bruise on his face.

“Haru!”

You squeal louder than you thought possible, scaring both men in your vocal range. You giddily jump up and down and take Haru into your arms, fresh tears of happiness flowing out of you. “Haru I’ll never let you out of my sight again I swear!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s go.” You giggle at Bakugou’s insistence but fail to notice the small smile on his lips as he sits back in the car. He lifts an eyebrow when he sees you on the phone.

“Hitoshi we have her back! I’ll, wow I don’t know what to say to either of you.” You look over at Bakugou who’s started the car and say to the both of them. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, darling.”

You end the call by asking Shinsou to bring Yuki to the cafe where you will all share some food together and sit back in your seat. You give Haru nose kisses and comforting pets. “So what did she say?”

Bakugou’s eyes drift over to where you sit and tries to ignore the rapid beating of you or heart. “Obviously she was upset, but when I explained it to her and told her that she can get another cat for free, she was okay.”

You hum and go back to praising Haru with happy words and giggles. However for Bakugou, his mind couldn’t calm down. Since when did you call Shinsou by his first name? Will they get an answer for the difference of treatment between your pets? But most importantly, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to get Haru back. The crazy broad didn’t have to punch him though.

“Are you crazy? I just adopted her! She’s mine.”

“Look I know that,” he argues back. “But she’s taken, she has a home.”

“Then why was she on the adoption floor? I got Haru fair and square.”

“I know! But that cat belongs to someone I care about and might be falling for. And she is in that car, crying her eyes out because I made a mistake. We can let you adopt another cat free of charge but please…

“Give me back my cat.”

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Lost in the Static

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Another songspiration fic brought to you by BØRNS

Pairing: Prohero! Kirishima x gn!reader

Warnings: slight angst, insecure feelings, happy ending

Kirishima didn’t think much of all the fame and glamor that came with being a top twenty hero. Sure he really enjoyed being appreciated, but he was afraid of that going to his head. Yes, he’s heard stories of fame really getting to people’s heads and showing who they truly are. He feared that happening to him, feared that he would seem untouchable to his fans or even his friends and family.

Most importantly, he didn’t want to seem too far away to you.

He had met you on a patrol, as most heroes do nowadays, and had met your gaze after doing in a villain. The look of awe on your features stood out from the growing crowd that continued to praise him. You however, just stared at him before quickly turning your face at the realization you had been staring at the handsome hero for far too long. You backed away from the crowd, unknowing that you were being followed. A warm yet rough hand turns you around in surprise. You’re met with intense crimson eyes and huffed breathing in a secluded alley. “Sorry! I hope I didn’t scare you! I uh,” he rubs at the back of his neck, “now that you’re in front of me I’m not sure what to say.” He giggles and looks down at you. Kirishima notices your hesitation but also picks up on how comfortable you are with him. He’s shocked when you step a little bit back from him and partially bow toward him, speaking in a soft voice.

“Thank you for your hero work, Red Riot.” And you walked away.

He had never been so captivated by such a small and short interaction but he was seeing stars for days afterward. So many questions ran rampant in his mind, would he ever see you again? What do you like to do? What are your dislikes? What makes you smile? Do you have a quirk? Gosh, just everything about you interests him and it’s been driving him crazy. So he started going on patrol around the first time he spotted you. And lo and behold after two weeks of trying to figure out how to find you, he saw you again. You were walking out of a florist shop with a bouquet in one hand and a bag of small groceries in the other. Despite the small size of the bag, he noticed you struggling and went to grab it for you. “Let me help you out there!” He charms you with a smile and holds the bag for you. You turn to hide your flustered expression and mumble out a thanks, pointing him toward your apartment. The two of you walk in a comfortable yet slightly awkward silence. The red head fumbles with what to say in his mind the closer you get to your place.

You muster up the courage to speak up to the high ranking hero who is just casually walking beside you. You try to keep your heart rate normal but what and why is he here? “You didn’t have to do that for me. I’m usually okay on my own.” Kirishima is quick to hear the downward tilt of your voice, which causes him to frown a bit. He keeps his head down to not draw more attention to the two of you and helps you unload your belongings into your apartment. You thank him and start to close the door on him before he interrupts the motion.

“Can I get your number?”

From that day on, the two of you had a very strange yet cute friendship. He would do his best to visit you when he was on patrol near your neighborhood, and you would send him texts about your day or anything interesting that could have happened. Kirishima truly can’t explain it, but everything you do has him in a trance. He can’t go a single day, or rather a single hour without thinking about you. It gets him through his days and inspires him to do better. However, he can’t shake that there’s something you’re not telling him. He’s so very happy that you have opened up to him and seen your true self shine. It’s beautiful to him to see you be who you really are. And maybe that’s why he’s fallen in love with you so easily. You’re easy to fall in love with and he wants to do everything in his power to take care of you and protect you and just be there for you in any way he can. Never in his life had he felt this kind of pull toward someone, as if suddenly all of those love songs he’s heard all of his life finally make sense. Red Riot is on his day off and ready to hang out with you. As he approaches your apartment, he’s shocked to see a small crowd around your door. His pace quickens as an unsettling feeling settles into his stomach. He taps someone on the shoulder to politely ask, “What’s going on here?”

“You haven’t heard? Some quirkless nobody lives here. Thought that with the changing times we got rid of all of them!”

Someone else intervenes quickly, “I heard it’s cause they have a villainous quirk and someone found out so they lost their job! Soon we’ll get them out of our apartment complex! We may not be heroes but at least we mean something!” The rude men laugh and continue to kick at your door. A subtle rage overcame him and he punches the wall, startling everyone around him. He lifts his head slowly with a low growl.

“Leave.”

The small mob picks up on the intense aura and quickly dissolves. Once the crowd is gone, he sees your door is barely being held together and gently taps on your door. “Sweetheart? Pebble? It’s just me, may I come in?”

He hears you shuffle around and maybe some sniffles as you unlock the door for him. Your tear filled eyes are like a knife to his heart and almost feel like the world is ending. Kirishima carefully enters your apartment, removing his shoes and following you further into your abode. Your arms wrap around yourself tightly, fingernails digging into your skin. “Just ask me already.”

He hums in confusion, but takes a deep breath before asking. “Are you quirkless?” The sharp inhale of your breath affirms his suspicions. You furiously wipe at your eyes as fresh tears fall. He’s keen to see your shoulders shake and proceeds to hug you from behind, his chin resting by your shoulder. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know that.”

You sigh and push out of his grip. “But you don’t.”

“What, what do you mean?”

You fidget your fingers and turn around toward him, eyes not quite meeting his. “When I’m with you,” you pause to collect your thoughts, “when I’m with you everything makes sense. I feel so light and airy. You’ve become one of my best friends and I thought that maybe we could be more! But I can’t do that to you. You’re a high hero, and the tabloid said-“

“What tabloid?” His eyebrows furrow in deep confusion and concern. He knew reading into those things wouldn’t be good for his inner peace so he makes sure to avoid them. He picks up the magazine off of your counter and sees skillful pictures of the two of you with awful headlines. Some were calling you a charity case considering you have no registered quirk, or going as far to say you’re not worthy of his time. “How did they get these? You know these aren’t true!” He quickly throws the magazine like it was trash on fire and brings you into a comfortable hug. He lets you cry into him until your tears have dried up. The whole time he’s whispering soft words of encouragement and rocking you back and forth. “How are you feeling right now?”

You sniffle and tighten your hold on him. “A little stupid. Those fans of yours made it seem like the world was gonna end if we started dating…”

Kirishima’s cheeks warm up at the word dating. Well obviously he’s thought about wanting to date you but has never made it well known for fear of this exact thing. The world clearly isn’t going to end, so why not give dating a chance? “I don’t know if I’m ever gonna get the chance to tell you this again so I’m gonna say it.” He softens his hug and tilts your chin up with his finger. The only light illuminating you two beaming from the kitchen and the setting sun between the open blinds. “Whenever I’m with you or even think about you, the world around me becomes static and I’m stuck on your sound. I feel as if my soul, no our souls, are connected and intertwined. The world around me makes perfect sense and I just, I just really love you so much. I don’t think I can stay just friends with you.”

You lift your head from his chest with wide concerned eyes. “But I’m quirkless, I lost my job, I would just bring you down.”

The tiny pout in your lips had his attention drawn to them. He lets his instincts take over and closes the gap and silences your rambling. You hum in shock and melt into the kiss, truly feeling him encompass your entire being. The two of you pull away briefly with shy chuckles. “I uh didn’t mean to do that so suddenly! I mean, I had wanted to obviously but may I do that again?”

You can only nod as your hands wrap around his neck to bring him down to your lips for another soft and beautiful kiss. The hero’s hands fall to your waist as you both get lost in each other. The kiss meant more than just a shared love, it was expressing sentiments of understanding and care. That no matter what has happened or will happen, you two will be strong in each other. Your love can handle and withstand whatever life will throw at you two. As the kiss deepens, you didn’t wanna let go of him, afraid that the charade would end and you would be left with your dismal reality. Yes, you were captivated by the hero the first time you saw him in action and had wanted to know more. But your insecurities prevented you from believing you were worthwhile to him. So when he approached you that day, you were flabbergasted to the point you thought he’d think you were deaf! And he kept talking to you. To you! And you fell. God, how you fell for him as hard and as fast as he did. So you relish in this kiss, a kiss that seals and confirms all of your doubts and fears.

He’s your man and you are his in every way.

Time in a Bottle Chapter 9 You Lost Her?!

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Pairing: Bakugou x fem!reader x Shinsou

Warnings: pet sitter au, aged up, quirkless, 18+, cursing, some angst

Written portions in this one!

As soon as you sent that last chat, you locate Bakugou and trudge up to him and show him your phone.

“Is this true?! Where’s Haru?”

The blond takes a deep breath before moving toward the door and switching the open sign to closed. “We’re trying to figure it out.” He places a careful hand on your shoulder. “Shinsou is checking the transactions for the day and we’re gonna double check our books but—“ His vermillion irises meet her gaze and he stops mid sentence. Slightly chapped lips part upon seeing the growing distress in your features. Your fingers fidget while your breathing shallows out. “Hey, we’re gonna find her.”

“Like hell we are!” The volume of your voice shocks the man in front of you along with some of the other cats in the vicinity. You pull your lips into your mouth and lower your shoulders. “Sorry, I just… sorry.”

“Yeah whatever,” he waves off. Bakugou scans the room and eyes the cats around him, noticing the different collar colors and shoots his business partner a message. He jogs toward the office to grab his jacket and keys before grabbing your wrist. “C’mon, dumbass. We’re no good here, fuzzy head is gonna stay here in case anything happens.” You nod slowly as the palpitations in your heart from your growing anxiety and the man holding your wrist get mingled in your mind. You follow him easily toward a parking lot and get in his car. You can’t help but fidget and bounce your leg up and down in his passenger seat.

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