You Took A Hit For Bakugou- Scratch That Actually. It Wasnt A Hit, It Was A Fucking Spear Going Into

You took a hit for Bakugou- scratch that actually. It wasn’t a hit, it was a fucking spear going into your chest.

Did it hurt? Yes! Are you gonna joke about it? Also yes.

Bakugou has been fed up with you turning this into a big joke. He had to watch you, his lover, bleed out because of his own sloppiness fighting that villain. The 3 weeks you spent in the hospital were hell and almost immediately when you got out you were making jokes? He thinks you’re crazy.

One night he’s carefully introducing sex back into the picture. It would be the first time yall did anything in a long time because you needed to recover and he was setting some ground rules.

“Are you listening?” He pokes you on the forehead. “This is fuckin’ important. I can’t fuck you if you don’t follow the damn guidelines.” You groan, “Whats the big deal? You’re acting like I’m a virgin, not the first time I’ve been impaled-“ “Shut the fuck up. Don’t finish that sentence.”

He knew what you were doing. The word “impaled” was BANNED in this household.

“You’re being so mean, it’s like a stab in the-“ “I swear to god…” He stops himself from cussing you out by rubbing his temples aggressively. “No fucking more.” He spits.

You hold up a finger, “One more.” “No-“ “You’re not the sharpest thing thats entered my body-“ “SHUT THE FUCK-“

— Arthur Miller, The Crucible

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