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It's alright, Sunflower

Me stepping out of my hiatus to write a Kiribaku comfort fic for one of my most devoted readers here on tumblr. *SIGH* I love yall so much, it makes me crazy.

In all real talk baby, @eijiandkatspebble, I don't mind. I'm sorry that happened to you and really, I don't mind writing one. We all need some comfort from our fav best boys.

Note: Depressed reader. Nicknames like "firework", "sunflower", "sweet-pea"

GN!Reader x Kiribaku

"I think it's happening again." Peaking over the edge of the doorway whispering was Kirishima. The redhead's wide red ruby eyes blinked as they watched the still form in their shared bed. He tilted his head in worry as his eyes furrowed. "They've been like that since we left, Katsuki. I'm worried."

Peaking over as well under the redhead was the blond head of puffy hair. Red crimson eyes stared at what Kirishima was looking at. His already scowling face only hardened when he understood the situation. He had a knack for these things, but the only issue was he never knew how to deal with them. When it came to feelings and mental health, he wasn't exactly the guy to call.

Kirishima straightened up, standing back straight in the hallway of their apartment. He sighed as he put his head back against the wall. The tall prohero put a hand through his thick red locks of hair as he looked up at the ceiling. "I wish they talked to us before things got this bad." He let out softly.

With a grunt, Bakugou straightened his own posture before walking to lean against the opposite wall to Kirishima, still able to watch your barely motionless form. "You know how hard it is for them to do that." He let out in an attempt of whispering but sounded more like his normal voice volume. "They... they just..." Bakugou couldn't find the words. He gripped his head for a moment trying to think. Yet everything he thought of whenever it came to when he was in a bad slump was either toxic, unhelpfull or caused a bigger mess than it would be originally. He let out a frustrated growl. "You go talk to them! You're better at the whole comfort stuff than me." He whisper shouted at Kirishima.

Kirishima opened his mouth to try and give Bakugou some credit but he wasn't exactly wrong. Kirishima nodded. "Fine." He let out. He however paused and pointed a finger down at the blond. "But we're talking about you later Katsuki, and don't you dare try and get out of it." He shut down Bakugou before he could even get a word out afterwards. The blond frowned and closed his mouth. He grunted almost disinterested. Kirishima just let out an amused scoff. He took a step forward and placed a kiss to Bakugou's forehead, cupping the back of his head gently. The blond briefly closed his eyes at the affection.

With that, Kirishima turned and entered the bedroom the three of you shared. He smiled softly as he walked over to the right side of the bed and gently sat down near you. You were bundled up in the middle. You could easily feel the bed dip under all his weight as he sat next to you. He placed a hand to your back gently. "Hey there, sunflower." He spoke softly with nothing but care in his voice. "You still there?" He asked.

You didn't move for a moment, not knowing if you even could. With a deep breath with all your might, you moved the blankets to allow your eyes to look up at him. Your eyes felt strained at the light coming in from the hallway contrasting to the dark abyss that was under the sheets. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment but weakly looked up at one of your partners.

Kirishima let out a soft humm as his smile broadened. He pet your head gently. "There you are. Thank you for doing that for me, sunflower." He stated, acknowledging how hard it must have been for you. "Can you talk to me for a second, sweet pea? Katsuki and I are worried about you." He told you honestly.

You looked down away from him. Your body felt so drained. Everything felt heavy and you weren't exactly sure if you could even speak loud enough for him to hear. But it was Kirishima. It was your Eijiro, who always cared to listen to you no matter how long it took.

You swallowed. "I'm sorry, Eiji." You whispered. "I don't know what happened today. I just..." Your heart felt too heavy to explain what was wrong. You sighed as a tear slipped from your eyes in tiredness but also in how drained you felt.

"Y/N, don't apologise. It's alright, Sunflower." He wiped your tear away. "We know how hard some days can feel for you. Don't worry, we understand." He affirmed for you. "Thank you for telling me, sweet-pea. That was really brave of you." He whispered down to you.

He carefully moved to scoop you up in his arms, keeping you bundled up in the blankets. He kept his strong arms around you as he kept your head against his chest. He hummed sweetly as he held you for a moment. You closed your eyes almost in pure relief that for a second, you felt warmness seep into your heart today.

Bakugou walked in with a bowl of soup. He held it safely in his hands with a spoon as he walked over to you and Kirishima. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to the two of you, holding it in his hands safely. He looked up at you gently. "I... I got soup." He let out trying his best not to sound too rough or loud for you. "I think you should eat, Y/N. You got to be strong, remember? You're so strong. You can't keep being strong if you're hungry."

Kirishima smiled at the blond. He looked down at you. You had a soft smile on your own face at Bakugou. He lifted up a spoon full of soup to your mouth carefully. You opened your mouth and allowed him to feed you gently. He had blown the soup to make sure it wouldn't be too hot for you. You could taste the familiar spicy tingle on your tongue (not too hot for you) that he would normally add to most of his food.

You swallowed and smiled. "Thanks, Katsuki." You whispered. You looked up at Kirishima. "Thanks Eiji."

Kirishima placed a kiss to the top of your head as he gently squeezed you in his arms. Bakugou huffed, his cheeks turning pink at the gratitude. He leaned forward to the both of you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Anything for you, sunflower."

-Glitch1d

Amazing I’m in love ❤️

Prey for the Wicked

Bakugou x villain!Reader

Warnings: talk of violence, talk of murder, Katsu threatens to hit you

WC: 1.5K

a/n: Here’s a thing I wrote in literally like 15 minutes because it took over me after listening to a Rihanna song. So here ya go.

Katsuki wishes he could slap that stupid smug ass grin off your face as he watches you through the window of the interrogation room. You’ve been sitting like this, silent for the past three hours, but the grin hasn’t faltered once.

He fucking hates it. It’s like you know a secret none of the other heroes know and it pisses him off. You’ve been one of the hardest villains to catch for the past three months. You’ve been terrorizing the city for the last three months.

And he finally caught you. He did. All by himself. With no help. He won, not you. Which is why he can’t understand why you’re sitting there like you have.

“Why don’t you just go in there and slap her until she fucking talks,” he growls at the chief of police.

You don’t deserve any chivalry, any escape from the pain and harsh realities of being in police custody. You’ve fucking killed people, and injured five cops in the process.

“Because it won’t make her talk,” the chief replies calmly. “She doesn’t care about the pain. She’s numb. They all are. It’s how he keeps them all. “

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah well she’s an important one to him, right? So why not rough her up and send her out so she can lead us right to him.”

“Because she’s not that stupid Dynamight. You may have been able to catch her, but don’t think for a second it was that easy because you’re that good. If she’s here, it’s because she wants to be…or more importantly, because he wants her to be,” the chief explains.

Katsuki grumbles to himself. He knows the chief isn’t insulting him, it’s the truth and Katsuki knows it. Still sitting here staring at you through the glass isn’t helping either so he throws his hands up angrily.

“Fine! I’ll go in and talk to her,” he shouts, moving toward the door into the interrogation room. He doesn’t even hear the chief’s protest before the door closes and he’s in the stark white room with you.

You’re in a chair, arms chained together in front of you. Tight straps are twisted around your body to restrain you and there's a heavy duty quirk suppressing collar shackled around your neck. You can barely move your head to watch him enter, but your eyes flash over to him and sickeningly your smile widens.

“Dynamight! I thought I wouldn’t get to see you again,” you say in a sultry sweet voice that mocks the way someone would greet an old friend.

“Didn’t think you’d wanna see me, considering I’m the one who put you here,” he spits at you while walking to stand in front of you.

You’re still smiling, beaming actually like you actually Are happy to see him and for some reason it makes a pit of despair form in his gut. But not only despair, something else, something forbidden, something he doesn’t allow himself to think about unless it’s late at night and he’s alone in his apartment with a comfy fist bouncing near his crotch.

“ Oh no, any time I get to spend with the famous Dynamight is a pleasure in my book,” you purr. Katsuki hates the way you say “pleasure”, it bothers him. You say it and oozes with salacious intent.

“ Are you here to frisk me? I could be hiding god knows what under all these straps. I promise to be good but don’t forget to check my panties and my bra too,” you say with a giggle and a lick of your lips.

Katsuki snarls, “I wouldn’t fuck you even if we were the last people on earth.”

Surprisingly your face changes into shock. Your eyes widen and you blink up at him innocently.

“Who said anything about fucking? I’m giving you good advice as a hero. Is your mind in the gutter again Mr. Dynamight?”

Katsuki takes a step back, sputtering before his face twists into rage again. “You aint a fucking hero,” he sneers through his teeth.

“Haha and neither are you. But everyone will see it, in due time,” you say sighing nonchalantly.

“See what?”

“The truth,” you reply matter of factly.

“Then you have something to tell me?” He asks, pushing the interrogation further. He’s got you, your pride and stupid so called charm will be your downfall.

“No,” you reply and Katsuki curses.

You laugh again, the profanity isn’t lost on you. Your laugh rings out in the empty room, echoing and bouncing around the walls like a ping pong ball. It makes Katsuki sick but strangely puts him on edge. He knows you can’t move, can't do anything to attack him but he can’t shake the feeling of being surrounded and watched.

Katsuki tries a different angle, a threat but not with pain. He knows how to get under your skin.

“You’re pretty happy for someone who’s going to spend the rest of their life in prison,” he chastises you. That grabs your attention as you quirk a curious eyebrow. You stay silent though and Katsuki takes it as a chance to continue goading you.

“Yeah that got your attention huh? It finally startin’ to hit ya? That if you’re in here, you can’t be out there….with him,” he hisses.

To his bewilderment and disappointment, you laugh again this time heartier and louder than you’ve been since you were brought in. Tears form on the corner of your eyes as you wheeze and Katsuki has to flex his fists to stop himself from hitting you.

“Wow…” you breathe, “that was a good one, Dynamight. I didn’t know you doubled as a comedian,” you say while trying to catch your breath.

And then you stare at him, and the stare is cold and menacing. It pierced straight through him and he looks behind him swiftly to check that no one is going to jump him. The hairs on the back of his neck stand but he tries to play it off with another clearing of his throat.

“I’m not going to spend the rest of my life in prison, you explosive simpleton,” you reply. You sound so sure of yourself so incredibly confident that it drives him to the cusp of rage. He stomps over to you, grabs your cheeks and pulls you close to his face.

You don’t even flinch, in fact you smile up at him again and lick your lips as your eyes flick down to his and back up to his fiery eyes.

“You and Blood Riot are going the fuck to jail. I ain’t gonna rest until I put you both there myself, “ he growls, enunciating each word clearly so you understand. He will not let you two get away again. This will be the last time.

You bite your lip, staring at him wistfully, as if he’s a poor uneducated fool. He squeezes your cheeks harder and for the first time you wince from the pain of it. Your cool demeanor falters for only a second but it’s more than enough time to assure Katsuki that he has won. That he can win this. That he can finally rid himself of all the guilt and bullshit the two of you have put him through.

For another second you look apologetic, and there’s a sense of familiarity behind your eyes that Katsuki immediately picks up on. He swallows hard again, pushing down all the other emotions he’s feeling and focusing in on the anger, harnessing it. You look as if you’re going to cry, to say in a shaky voice something only meant for his ears.

Katsuki holds his breath, loosens his grip on your face and gives you a nod to encourage you to speak. You gulp, blinking quickly as you try to gather the words you want to say to him.

Again he feels successful. So much for “she won’t talk”. He’d better get a fucking raise after all of this shit.

Your lips part, and right as you’re about to speak, there’s a distant rumble far up above your heads, and both your eyes flick up to the ceiling in curiosity.

When Katsuki looks back down at you, what he sees makes his blood run cold. Your expression has done a full 180. You’re looking at him with that cold malevolent stare again, and as Katsuki drops your face and steps back away from you slowly your eyes never leave his, your face never changes.

Katsuki backs up until his back hits the glass behind him. He tries to control his breathing, terror rushing through him. As he stills his breathing he focuses in on you again, now whistling a tune he’s way too familiar with. You leave the tune hanging as if it’s meant to be finished by another. And when you finish, that stupid fucking terrifyingly smug grin paints your face again.

The answering whistle of the end of the tune is loud in Katsuki’s ears despite it being several floors above him. But he knows. He knows what it means, and of course you do as well.

You giggle again, and the ease and playfulness of it immediately makes Katsuki crouch into a defensive stance.

There is silence, and then your voice, singsongy and eerie before the walls behind you crumble in a heap of rubble and clouds of plaster.

“He’s hereeeeee.”