GODDESS

GODDESS

Pro hero! K. Bakugo

I ❤️ laufey

It happens each time, but I fall for it each time. That he truly loves me, love through the soft glances, lingering touches and sleepless nights intertwined. His hands brushing through my hair as my chest presses against his. His stubble scratches against the bareness of my neck. A soft groan emits itself from him, “do you have to leave so soon?” I ask, I hear him huff as we split apart.

“Yeah. It’s the job” I hear him groan as he stands. He’s covered in scars. Some small some large, but there’s one; a large jagged edge that goes from the base of his ribs to his pelvis. It spreads and shrinks as he moves. Walking himself to my bathroom as I slowly check my phone before I get up and walk to my fridge. I find a shirt, lazily thrown on the ground. It’s mine, the pink silk button up. I button it up and open my fridge.

I leave for work before I see him again.

It happens more often than I like, that post concert haze. Silky dress and hair curled to perfection, it’s true that I look like something out of this world. That I look like a goddess in that light, I’m not surprised he took me home, nor am I that he left. When he saw the frizzy hair and tired eyes.

I go to the studio as I always do, guilty as always. Guilty of everything, of how my friends hair was ruined by the wind, but most of all I feel guilty of him. How I treated him, how that night was supposed to end. How maybe I did deceive him, how I’m not the beautiful creature he thinks I am. Surrounded by lights and violins, chellos and wind instruments. When the sun rises I am human again, with puffy cheeks and crazy hair.

I went from Goddess to Human in a night. I’ve risen, jumping to the light. Grasping at the sun, and somehow. In my naivety I grasped onto him. I let him in only for him to bring me down again. My anger fueled by his own, I let him shoot me down. Like a shooting star, somehow; I found myself letting him drain the life out of me.

I found myself waiting for his text, as I sit on the couch; every notification could be been his. Slowly sucking the soul out of me, out of my passion and my work. Waiting every minute for him, just a simple night out and I’m perfecting my makeup to be his goddess, to be the perfect one for him. The one the media doesn’t criticize; the one who’s past relationships get leaked over the media.

But now his number is blocked, and I finally let him go. I’m a goddess on stage but I’m not his. And in the confines of my home, the plant littered, messy apartment I’ve called my own, I’m no goddess. I may be one on stage. But alone.. alone. Im no goddess.

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THE BEFORE, AND THE AFTER

SERIES MASTERLIST

1

Ive spent my entire life wanting to help people, to be a good person in the eyes of my parents. Although I never developed a quirk I did develop a love for medicine, something I’ve studied for and spent the last five years working towards.

There’s been no time for relationships; much to my mother’s disapproval. I’m twenty six and still desperate to have her approval, to be loved in her eyes. It’s four in the morning when I meet him first, a man stuffed onto a stretcher. Blood leaking into his crimson eyes, his skin taught and muscles tensed against the pain of his arm.

Short gasps escape his lips as I walk up to him, listening to the EMTs read me his BP and injuries- although it’s easy to see his arm is broken and he’s concussed. A little woozy as I give him a sedative something other nurses/ doctors used to keep him calm. And knowing his explosive past I’m not surprised, “page neuro and tell them it’s urgent and also ortho” I request from the other nurses as the ER doctors begin taking over and I go back to my station by the desk. It’s how it goes; I step in and observe until they’re wheeled up to the room.

Before my shift ends I stroll past my section one last time, popping in to see if the hero had awoken, which he had. Groggily staring me down as I tinker around with his IV now that he’s awake, “the hell?” He grunts stiffly trying to sit up, “get off me ya damn loser”

“You were in an accident, broken arm and a mild concussion.. uh nurse Hadley said your mother was on her way” I explain; very typical standard things in this section of the hospital. Celebrity recover area. And it’s common in any area where emergency contacts are called in.

“Damn witch is gonna blow this place up” he scoffs, sitting up with a heavy groan and I walk out; only coming back with a pillow in hand.

“I’m sure she’s not that bad” I say sympathetically as I tuck the pillow behind his head, “she’s probably a very sweet lady”

“Yeah for a woman in her seventies still trying to beat the shit out of me” he swears closing his eyes and using his free hand to rub his eyes and scratch at the stubble on his chin. I can’t help but laugh, “im not joking, sometimes she’s crazy”

I nod, listening to him as I check his chart, “so are you a doctor or somethin?” He asks looking over at me.

“No, I wish.. I went into nursing” I explain, I pick my bag up from where I’d set it down.

“You should’ve been a doctor.. are you leaving?” He asks, looking over at me to where I’m nodding.

“I’ve been here for 24 hours” I remark, still eager to get out of this place, "but I'm back after tomorrow"

He nods slowly, a thin line of sweat creasing his forehead. As I walk out I set the aircon on for him.

“I’ll see you then” he smiles, which is strange coming from the most hotheaded hero in Japan.

CHERRY WINE

Pro hero! K.Bakugo

Tw: mentions of drinking

She sits there, at the bar as music plays on. Texting on her phone and slowly swirling a glass of wine. She has this frown that seems to follow her as she shuts her phone off and stares at the game that’s happening.

He’d always found hockey boring, a gathering of men who enjoy shoving eachother and hitting sticks. Although, the same could be said for hero work. A gathering of testosterone filled boys who enjoy causing mass destruction. He stalks closer to her, sliding next to her at the bar, “can I take you dancing?” He asks, she looks over her shoulder. Shielding her drink, the rim covered in lipstick stains.

“Mm?” She hums a little, a sultry voice suddenly fills the space, “dancing? You?”

He nods, “yeah, com’on. You waitin for someone?” He asks. His voice is hoarse but a little softer than hers. His blonde hair stumbles in front of his eyes and she makes the move to push it out of his eyes.

She hums again, “I was… but you’re here now” she shrugs a little, downing the rest of her cherry red drink; a small smile perks from her lips and she grasps his hand and locks her fingers with his, “are you married?” She asks, curiosity spikes her voice as she thumbs the silver band.

He gruffly exhales, “divorcing” he lets go of her hand, exhaling as he slips the ring off. Leaving it next to the empty wine glass and 20$.

“Ah” she murmurs, “how old are you again?” She squints her eyes a little to get a look at him. Some fine lines and stress marks. A handful of rough scars divide his features.

“Thirty seven.. you?” He asks. Not too worried he’s been hitting on a minor but as a public figure he should’ve checked first.

A soft grin crosses her face, “twenty three” his eyes widen at the age gap but there’s something so alluring to her. Deep curly hair that falls across her shoulders. Soft eyes that look into his own, “nothin illegal about dancing right?”

A soft smile quirks his lips and he encompasses her hips with his hands, “do you come with a name?” She asks as they sway together on the dance floor

“Mm.. you might’ve heard of me” he whispers into her ear. They’re so close he can feel her chest vibrate. This mystery woman is laughing in his arms. Head thrown back and blouse slumping down her figure, partially unbuttoned and untucked from her jeans.

“Really?” She scoffs, looking back up at him, “what are you? My boss?”

“Mm.. they call me Dynamight” he whispers again, her cheek is pressed against his and he can feel the smile lining her cheeks

“Mm.. Bakugo Katsuki” he hears, “I’ve seen some things about you” she whispers back, “lets lose tonight.. just” theres a heavy sigh she emits as she spins in his arms. In their world, it’s just the two of them. The world ending couldn’t disturb them.

He slowly pulls away from her, hands still on her hips, “how about..” he murmurs, allowing her to lean into him. Allowing her eyes to flick from his lips to his eyes, “I buy you a drink.” He offers

Her eyebrow quirks, “I’d like that very much.. Mr. Dynamight”

Happy birthday me lol

Last year of my teens 😭🫡

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THE BEFORE, AND THE AFTER

SERIES MASTERLIST

Prologue

I’ve always wanted to be a hero, I don’t know why. Or what essentially pushed me down this path. But when it was revealed I was quirk less I wasn’t all that crushed. So I decided to become a nurse. Although I wanted to be a doctor; it seems like nursing was more attainable to me.

Although working in the Celebrity recovery unit it holds a strict no intermingling policy with patients; even those recovered. Something I haven’t thought twice about. Except when Dynamight began busting through the ER each week. Never asking for a new nurse, and though I enjoyed his kind flirting it would never last.

Except when I ran into him in a coffee store— and things changed. I’m not sure if it was for the better.