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What We Didn’t Say

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x FemReader

Synopsis: Reader grows closer to Eijiro through harmless friendship and shared laughter, Katsuki doesn’t see disloyalty; he sees himself slowly fading from the picture.

Warning: Miscommunication. Emotional conflict. Crying and Emotional hurt.

Writers Note: This is the first of my 100 Followers special. This story idea came from @rir-rio. Thank you for following me babes🫶🏽 I hope you like it.

Eijiro always had this bad habit of calling at the worst possible times. Not that you minded. If anything, your phone lighting up with his name while you were ankle-deep in paperwork or halfway through reheating the same sad leftovers was almost comforting. He never called for emergencies. He called because he wanted to hear your voice. Because he was bored. Because he’d figured out some new spice blend for chicken that he swore was “life-changing, bro, I swear,” even though last week’s blend had tasted like lemon-scented floor cleaner.

And the truth was… he’d become one of your closest friends without you even realizing it. Easy laughter. Inside jokes born from stupid moments: the time he nearly shredded his shirt trying to “help” you move a dresser, or the time you both got lost on patrol in a neighborhood you’d lived in for three years. The way he always used your full name when he was pretending to be serious or called you “dude” even though you made fun of him every time.

It wasn’t weird. It wasn’t flirtatious. It was just warm. Steady. Familiar.

Katsuki never cared in the beginning. He’d walk past you on the couch, hear Eijiro yelling about burnt onions on speakerphone, and roll his eyes. “You two are idiots,” he’d mutter, not unkindly, and then he’d kiss the top of your head and move on with his day.

But something shifted.

You didn’t catch it at first. A missed kiss here. A shorter hug there. His texts slowly losing their warmth:

Busy.

Can’t tonight.

Later.

They were excuses without context. The kind that could mean anything or nothing at all. You chalked it up to hero work. His schedule was brutal. Yours wasn’t much better.

But then you started noticing the silences.

The way he’d stare at the wall when you laughed too hard at something Eijiro said. The way his arms felt stiff around you, like he didn’t know where to put his hands. Like he was scared to hold you too close. Or scared to hold you at all.

The way he stopped looking you in the eye.

The way he never asked how your day was anymore.

The way he didn’t grab you, pull you into his chest, kiss you like breathing. He used to do that without thinking. That soft, quiet affection he pretended was no big deal. Gone.

It wasn’t dramatic. That was the worst part. It was slow. A cold draft creeping under the door.

You kept telling yourself he was tired. You kept convincing yourself it was nothing.

Until one night, Eijiro called while he was meal prepping for the week, rambling about whether paprika and rosemary were “best friends or sworn enemies,” and you laughed. Really laughed. The kind that shook you a little, warm in your chest.

Katsuki had came over to your place after patrol. You didn’t hear the door open. But you felt him stop in the hallway behind you. Felt the air shift. Felt something fragile between you snap like overstretched thread.

He didn’t say a word. Just walked past you, stiff, distant, jaw locked.

You said nothing in front of Eijiro. You finished the call. You even smiled.

But something ugly and terrifying curled in your stomach when you hung up.

Katsuki didn’t speak for the rest of the night.

He didn’t touch you.

He slept turned away from you, shoulders tight and guarded.

You stared at the ceiling and counted the cracks like they were explanations.

The next morning, after a short patrol shift, you finally did the adult thing. You threw on a hoodie and drove to his apartment. The winter air was biting, sharp enough to sting your cheeks, but it didn’t stop you. He needed to talk. You needed answers. You didn’t want to sit in the dark anymore.

His door opened slower than usual. Katsuki stood there, eyes tired, hair messy in a way that wasn’t cute. It was exhausted. Worn down. Like he hadn’t slept at all.

“What,” he muttered, voice low, trying to sound bored and failing miserably.

You swallowed. “We need to talk.”

He didn’t move at first. Maybe he thought you’d drop it. Maybe he hoped you would.

But you held his gaze until something in his shoulders gave in. He stepped aside. Let you in.

The living room felt cold. Not physically. Just emotionally hollow. Like the warmth the two of you built had leaked out through the walls.

You didn’t waste time.

“Something’s wrong,” you said quietly. “And I want to fix it, but I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

Katsuki laughed under his breath. A bitter, ugly little sound you’d never heard from him before. “Fix it. Right.”

“Don’t do that,” you said, a tremor in your voice. “Don’t shut down and act like nothing matters when it obviously does.”

He looked at you, jaw clenched. “You sure you got time? Thought you were busy talking to him.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Katsuki.”

“What?” He snapped it. Sharper than a blade. “You got jokes with him. You got time for him. You laugh with him like that. But when it comes to me? I get scraps.”

“That’s not fair,” you said, voice shaking. “Eijiro’s my friend—”

“Your friend,” he repeated, mocking it. “Yeah, I know. I know. He’s your friend. And you two are just. So. Close.”

He threw his hands up like the words burned him.

“Katsuki, why are you saying it like that?”

“Because it pisses me off!” His voice cracked on the last word. Not with anger. With something closer to fear. “I’m standing here feeling like some placeholder while you run around building a whole damn world with him.”

Your breath caught.

“That’s not what’s happening,” you whispered.

He didn’t hear you. Not really.

He kept going. Louder. Meaner. Words thrown like grenades.

“You always got something to tell him. Some story. Some joke. Some stupid little moment from your day. You laugh at everything he says like it’s the funniest thing in the world. And me? I don’t even know what the hell you’re thinking anymore.”

Your eyes burned. “Katsuki, I talk to him because he’s my friend. That’s it.”

He shook his head, stepping back like the space between you was safer than touching you. “Then why do I feel like I’m already losing you?”

You froze.

He never said things like that. Not out loud.

He kept going, voice breaking apart, raw and ragged:

“What did I do wrong? Tell me. What did I do wrong that made you wanna find it somewhere else?”

That was when the tears finally came. Hot. Stinging. Devastating.

“Katsuki,” you whispered, voice cracking. “No. No, no, none of that is true. I’m not looking for anything with Eijiro. I don’t want him. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, like the words hurt.

“If you had talked to me,” you said softly, wiping your face with shaking hands, “I would’ve told you that. I would’ve told you how much I love being with you. How much I choose you. Every day.”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Just stared at you like you’d punched a hole through his ribs and he was waiting to see if he could still breathe afterward.

Then his jaw clenched. Hard. Like he was trying to grind the vulnerability right out of himself.

“Yeah?” he muttered, voice hoarse. “You choose me, huh?”

There was something wild in his eyes, something cornered and hurting. He took a step back, not far, just enough to put space where there shouldn’t have been any. Enough to make your chest cave in.

“You choose me,” he repeated, sharper this time. “Then why the hell does it feel like I’m watching you slip through my fingers?”

Your breath caught. “Katsuki—”

“No.” His voice cracked, not loud but raw. “You don’t get it. You don’t… you don’t see what I see.”

He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing one step to the side like standing still physically hurt him.

“You laugh with him,” he said, the words tumbling out, unsteady, unfiltered, “like you’re lighter with him. Like it’s easy. Like breathing. And when I see that, I swear it feels like my stomach drops. Like I’m already losing.”

Your eyes burned again. “Katsuki, that isn’t—”

“You think I don’t notice?” He cut in, not yelling, just frantic. “You think I don’t hear the difference? When you talk to him, it’s not the same voice you use with me. It’s like he speaks a language I don’t. One I’m not built for.”

His fists curled. Not threatening. Just… desperate.

“I’m not stupid,” he muttered, eyes flicking away. “I know I’m not easy. I know I’m… I don’t fit right, sometimes. I don’t know how to say things the way you need. I don’t always know how to make you laugh. And when you smiled at him like that the other night…” His voice faltered for a second. “I felt like I was standing on the outside of my own damn life.”

Your heart twisted. “Katsuki, he’s my friend. I laugh like that because he’s—”

“I know he’s your friend,” Katsuki snapped, then immediately looked like he regretted the sharpness. “I know. I know that. I’m not saying you want him. I’m not saying you’re cheating or whatever. I’m not… I’m not that kind of idiot.”

He swallowed hard, shoulders tight, breathing uneven.

“I just…” His voice softened, but not gently. More like something giving under too much pressure. “I don’t get that part of you. The lightness. The jokes. That easy way you two fit. And it scares the hell out of me. Because I want to understand it. I want to be the one who makes you laugh like that.”

He looked at you then, eyes bright with something that wasn’t anger at all.

“I want to be enough for you,” he said quietly, like the words tasted like defeat. “And sometimes… sometimes it feels like I’m not.”

The room went so still you could hear your heartbeat echo against the walls.

“Katsuki,” you whispered, stepping toward him without even realizing it. “You are enough. You always have been.”

He shook his head once, sharp. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

“Then let me help you feel it,” you said, voice trembling for a whole different reason now. “Please. Let me show you that you’re the one I want to come home to. The one I choose. The one I love.”

He didn’t reach for you.

He didn’t break.

He just stood there, eyes stormy and wounded, breathing like every exhale was a surrender he wasn’t sure he wanted to make.

And that was somehow worse.

Your throat tightened, the guilt rising warm and unbearable in your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words shaky but clear. “Katsuki… I’m so sorry. I should’ve paid more attention. I should’ve noticed how things looked from your side. I never meant to make you feel shut out. That was never… never even a thought in my mind.”

He flinched like your apology hit him somewhere tender.

You kept going, voice cracking. “I didn’t realize how much time I was spending with Eijiro. Or how it looked. I wasn’t paying attention and I should’ve been. You’re my partner. I should’ve noticed you pulling away. I should’ve seen you hurting.”

Your eyes burned. “I hurt you. Without even seeing it. And I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Katsuki looked down, jaw working like he didn’t know how to hold the emotion sitting heavy under his skin. His breathing came uneven, chest rising and falling too fast.

“Don’t apologize for… for having people in your life,” he muttered, voice low, almost ashamed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Not really. I just… I didn’t handle it right.”

He looked up at you then, eyes red at the edges, expression bruised in the way only emotions could bruise a man like him.

“I should’ve said something,” he admitted, each word sounding dragged out of him. “I should’ve told you the second I started feeling like that instead of shutting down like some goddamn coward. But I didn’t want to sound pathetic. Or clingy. Or jealous for no reason.”

He huffed out an ugly, shaky breath. “I didn’t wanna be the guy who gets pissy because his girlfriend has friends. Especially Eijiro. I’m not trying to take that from you. I’m not trying to get in the way.”

Your heart twisted. “You’re not. You never were.”

He shook his head. “I just didn’t wanna feel like… like you didn’t need me anymore.” His voice thinned, softened to something small. “You’d laugh with him and I’d think… when was the last time you laughed like that with me? When’d I stop being the one you were excited to talk to?”

“That’s not true.” Your voice broke. “It’s not true at all.”

“I know that now,” he muttered. “I know. I just—” He stopped, swallowing hard. “I should’ve asked. I should’ve just talked to you instead of turning into a damn ice block every time my brain got loud.”

You stepped closer, slow but sure, until you were right in front of him. His hands hung at his sides, tense, like he didn’t trust himself to reach for you yet.

“Katsuki,” you whispered, “I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t enough. You are. You always are.”

He blinked fast, breath hitching. “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

“You weren’t an idiot,” you murmured. “You were scared.”

His chin lowered slightly like he didn’t want you to see how the word hit him.

“And I’m sorry,” he said, voice shaking now, “that I made you cry. That I said shit I didn’t mean. That I pushed you away when all I wanted was to pull you closer.”

You reached up with trembling fingers and touched his cheek. The moment your skin brushed his, his eyes slid closed, like he’d been starving for that small gentleness.

His voice was barely a whisper. “I didn’t wanna lose you.”

“You’re not going to,” you breathed. “I’m here. I’m with you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

His chest rose sharply, like he’d been holding his breath for days.

Slowly, after a long moment of standing there in that quiet, bruised space between you, Katsuki finally reached for you. Not the fierce, quick pull he usually did. Not the demanding grip. Just fingers sliding around your waist, cautious, reverent, almost afraid of breaking you.

You stepped into him, arms winding around his torso, face pressing against his chest. He exhaled shakily, forehead dropping to your shoulder, his whole body softening in a way he never let it except when he was cracked wide open like this.

You stayed like that, breathing each other in, letting the tension bleed out of the room inch by inch.

His voice came low against your ear, fragile honesty woven through each word.

“I don’t want to lose what we have. I don’t want to feel like you’re slipping,” he said. “But I’ll never ask you to choose. I just… want to know that I matter.”

You squeezed him tighter. “You do. More than you know.”

He let out a breath that sounded like a surrender, a release, a soft kind of relief.

For the first time all night, he leaned fully into your embrace, holding you like he’d finally allowed himself to believe you weren’t going to disappear.

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۶ৎ he knew every part of you. every part he's ever loved and adored. that'd be great, if only he remembered that you're the one he loves.

"katsuki? what are you doing?" mitsuki caught her son trying to make a cup of hot chocolate at 6 in the morning. the boy never drinks hot chocolate.

"hot chocolate. I just-" katsuki didn't know what to answer his mother either. why was he trying to make that damn drink? mitsuki could only look at her son with pity. you loved hot chocolate.

it's been a month since the war ended, and just a few weeks after katsuki had been let out of the hospital. ever since he woke up, he started doing routines that he seemed all too accustomed too, he just didn't know how or why. whenever he left the house he made sure to bring an extra water bottle with him. just like he is now, he makes a cup of hot chocolate every saturday. just for it to be set aside the whole day, untouched. he keeps checking his phone, as if anticipating a message. he just didn't know from who.

the strangest things have been happening to him for weeks and it only frustrated him even more. when he first woke up, he was met with your face. you were seated beside him, cradling his left hand while waiting for him to open his eyes. he didn't know who you were. why the hell would his mom let a stranger into his hospital room?

despite his unfamiliarity with you, there was an ache in his chest seeing tears roll down your cheeks when his eyes finally adjusted to the light. he was desperate to hold your cheek and tell you everything would be okay. that he would be okay.

"I'll take that for you, hon." it irked katsuki how strange his mom has been acting too. since when was she so soft with him? and why did she care so much for you?

the day of his discharge from the hospital, he saw the two of you together. mitsuki was handing you a cup of something. was that hot chocolate? you were staring to tear up again. katsuki felt as if the air was punched out of his lungs when he saw the gloss over your eyes.

mitsuki finally noticed him standing to the side and quickly walked over to him. you only glanced over and offered him a wave and a gentle smile, despite your tears. it took everything in him to restraint himself from walking past his mom to you and to bring you in his arms.

he didn't know who you were. but he cared. he hated to see you cry, and he hated how upset you looked at the sight of him.

now, the chocolate drink sat cold on the kitchen counter. he forgot to put the marshmallows in. the chocolate was missing one of the most important parts of it. who told him that again?

he'd have to remember the marshmallows next time. but then again, no one would be drinking that anymore anyway.

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“Easy, boy!” He yells at the horse. Golden, the horse, is on a rampage because somebody was visiting the ranch and hit the him. You obviously dealt with the rude visitor and banned him from the ranch. However, you and Bakugo are extremely protective about your animals. You take care of them and love them everyday. So, once the visitor got mad at Golden for bumping or ignoring them, they hit him.

You told Bakugo to get Golden, not wanting a murder case on your property.

Bakugo is pissed. Golden almost severely injured the visitor, so now Bakugo has to calm him down.

At the house

“Who the fuck would do something like that? I’m gonna beat the shit—” You cut him off, “Calm down, Katsuki. It was a cruel misunderstanding and I’m glad that Golden is alright. Okay? Please don’t kill or hurt anyone.”

You were in the kitchen e-mailing the Visitor Program a report, until Katsuki came. He’s shirtless. Sweat glistening down his chest. Suddenly the anger goes away. He takes off his hat and combs his hair. Then, he puts the hat back on. “That damn visitor” he spews. Oh shit. Right. Golden. Calm him down. “Baby I just sent a report. They will send a vet, free of charge” you say kissing him. “Let’s get you to the shower.” You say.

You’re giving your husband a massage after the shower, “Mmmhm” he groans as you rub through a knot. “There a tight knot here, ‘Suki. You’ve been overworking yourself.” You look at him with concern. He chuckles, “Yeah? Well, if we had well-mannered, decent fucking visitors, then maybe I wouldn’t have to mount a horse like I’m in the motherfuckin’ Wild West.” He said getting heated again.

You laugh a little, while you try to cover it with your hand. The lavender calming oil is all lathered on your hot-tempered Katsuki. “All done, baby” you say kissing his cheek. His annoyed face shifts to a slightly frustrated, yet calm expression. Katsuki sits up and grips your waist to push it closer to him. You basically get yanked forward and his face is on your chest. You play with his hair and calmly hum.

“The vets say that Golden is okay, He just needs some rest. He isn’t hurt, just afraid.” You reassured him.

“Thank you, baby. That’s a relief.” He said pulling you even closer.

His hands unraveled your adorable tied top. Soft circular motions on your waist as his eyes look up at you. He loves you so much. How sweet and caring you are for the animals, and how gorgeous you looked when you cussed the visiter guide earlier. Katsuki kisses your collarbone as your breath hitches. “Taste so good, darlin’” he mutters in between savoring your body.

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Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader -Soulmate AU

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Synopsis: In the world of jujutsu sorcerery, soulmates are highly coveted as they are the only people who can negate their mate's technique. You are Gojo Satoru's soulmate.

basically an expanded version of this piece-> Gojo Soulmate Au

(Warnings: Yandere, dark, blood, violence, uhhh but its consensual ig, implied noncon)

During one of your few days of break, you decide to treat yourself.

It wasn’t much. Just a day to yourself, with no responsibilities. You got your nails done, window shopped a little. At the end of the day, you visit a nearby cafe. It was busier than usual, you waited a lot longer than you would have liked.

Your drink also takes a while. You scroll on your phone to avoid boredom. It's why you're half-occupied when your name is called, unconsciously moving forward to grab your cup. Your hand accidentally brushes someone else's. You make sure to apologize to him before leaving.

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“i’m so sorry, your majesty. i did try to stop her but… it’s that time of the month.”

if you weren’t on a mission, your heart and mind set on a particular destination – or rather person…you might have flushed with embarrassment at your lady in waiting’s misstep, her wording entirely out of line in front of such an audience. if you were any other queen, vain and selfish in nature, you might have had her head for the way she had misspoke.

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c.w. slightly heavy themes, references to abortion.

this wasn’t supposed to happen.

sneaking another glance at the stick in your right hand, it takes every ounce of the little energy you have left after what has been an arduous day at work to stay upright on your cold, bare feet.

it’s ridiculous—you know that—but you still find yourself blinking once, then twice, as if doing so as deliberately as you could would make the tauntingly faint yet present second line disappear before your eyes.

you tamp down the panic—or bile, you don’t fucking know—that’s rising to your throat, while your gaze remains fixed on the pregnancy test.

which reminds you.

you’re shaking.

why are you shaking?

…right, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

jesus. is this the pregnancy already at work? the brain fog that they say plagues a good percentage of women carrying a—fuck, you can’t even say it—fetus?

whatever answer was lying in the deep recesses of your brain doesn’t get to see the light of day, because your head snaps up in attention when you hear the telltale turning of the keys at your front door.

shit.

frantic, your eyes dart around the bathroom, before ultimately landing on the boxes containing the three different brands of pregnancy tests you hastily bought from the drugstore on the way home. you grab for them in record time, stuffing them behind the rolls of tissues on the shelves above the toilet. it’s not the perfect hiding spot, but it’s good enough—at least until you muster up the courage to tell katsuki the truth.

katsuki.

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Robby has somehow been given the job of getting a very drunk Dennis home after some work drinks. He can’t locate Trinity so gets an uber for the two of them.

Robby manages to convince Dennis to get into the car despite his constant chanting of ‘shots!’ When he climbs in on the other side Dennis has sprawled across the seat and is leaning into him.

Dennis spends the whole journey stroking Robby’s beard and alternating between giggling and waxing poetic about how great Robby is. Robby finds the whole thing hilarious and endearing.

When they arrive at Dennis’s, he makes no attempts to get out and just sits up to stare into Robby’s eyes.

“Trinity said not to.” Dennis explains to Robby with all the seriousness of an extremely drunk person.

“Not to what?” Robby laughs.

“She said no Dennis don’t do it.” He shakes his head at Robby.

“Do what?”

Suddenly Dennis lunges forward and kisses Robby, fingers still petting and stroking him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“That.” Dennis says, pulling away.

Before Robby can open his mouth to speak Dennis presses a finger against his lips.

“Shhh! Don’t tell Trinity.”

Then Dennis slips out the car and stumbles to his building.

“You getting out too?” The driver prompts.

“Uh, yeah.” Robby says, bemused, and helplessly follows Dennis into the building.

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