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Sulking on the roof after a fight gone wrong
//A sketch I decided to add a background too bc I need to force myself to draw even when I don’t wanna. It’s a mess//
extremely important image my non tumblr user cousin asked me to post
realized that both the beginning and the end of the happy paris stage of Loumand's relationship has this same contrasting orange to blue/green color scheme. and like. the visual metaphor of Armand literally leaving his cold, lifeless world behind him and choosing the bright, golden warmth of life with Louis instead of killing him like he was supposed to in that tunnel. but as soon as he chooses the coven over Louis, he separates from the warmth like oil in water that was never supposed to be there. and now he's back out in the cold. I'm normal about this, btw.
Steven Universe screenshot redraw not the exact quote from the scene but i think it fits well
spooky jiro doodle because i fell in love again (happy 9th episode release! 👻)
OK so when are we gonna stop this?
How long are people gonna stay pressed about B.I. and Bobby? Seriously it’s been 2 years straight. Get over it.
How long are people gonna act like BTS Namjoon and Suga are the best rappers ever? Seriously it’s been about 3 years, educate yourselves.
How long are people gonna pretend like khiphop is something new, groundbreaking, superior and a COMPLETELY seperate entity from the rest of hip-hop? It’s the same shit in a different language.
How long are people gonna hate Okasian and Keith Ape and pretend that they aren’t Real HipHop™ because they make Trap music? OK we get it you don’t like trap, but your opinion doesn’t make it any less a part of hip-hop.
How long are people gonna pretend like YG ent didn’t have a huge influence on where khiphop is today? If you’ve never heard any of the pre-2005 music of YG, there’s a good chance you’re not that knowledgable of khiphop.
How long are people gonna pretend that Illionaire is the only company making songs about partying, money, and material things in general and use that as a reason to hate them? It’s just not true, not even a little bit.
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY…
How long are people gonna sleep on MIB and Electroboyz? Don’t do this to yourselves.
SAGE GREEN (THE GREAT UNDOING OF MY HEART) (4.9k)
bakugou katsuki x f!reader
SYNOPSIS:
bakugou loves running into his ex girlfriend at parties. he also still loves you.
WARNINGS:
minors dni, exes to lovers, didn’t end on bad terms, missionary, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, lots of feelings, flashbacks, princess petname, reader is a magazine editor, bkg pro hero.
AUTHORS NOTE:
if you don’t understand the flashbacks that’s on you not me but this is also a pre warning there is some OKAY !!!! title is dedicated to that type of ao3 title lmao also i read the magnolia parks series and so many lines are inspired by that okay love u magnolia parks. dedicated to magnolia parks.
bakugou knows if he was with you for a little longer, probably just an extra single day he would have fallen in love with you. the type of love where he wouldn’t let you go even when it’s the right thing to do. falling in love with you was so easy, it was inevitable. he wasn’t sure how anybody was supposed to survive after being around you so he stopped before it got complicated. if anyone asked him if he regret it, yes wasn’t the first answer that came to mind because after it all, he had to.
relationships as a pro hero were hard. painfully, painfully so. the reason why all his friends were pro heroes and out of all of them, only one had been in a long relationship. ultimately relationships meant putting the other in danger, the number one target to attack as soon as they got a new enemy. it wasn’t a fun life to live, wondering if your significant other got home safely tonight when you’re on a mission away or if the reason they’re not picking up the phone is that there’s no service on the train, not because they’ve been kidnapped by a villain for revenge.
it was just easier to be out of one, so before bakugou could let himself fall in love he ended it. it was amicable, with no hard feelings which probably was something he does regret because every time he sees you since you’ve always given him a smile that makes his heart drop to his stomach and you always engage in a sweet conversation that makes him want. he could never be happy in this deep stage of want. now if you hated him, that would be easier. ignoring him in public and talking bad about his name in private, alas scraps of your attention is everything to him so he’ll take it when you give it.
today, he didn’t think he’d see you but that was stupid on his part because you have the same friends of friends and this is a mutual friend’s party. when he knows you’re coming he knows how to prepare. controlling his expression when you walk in the room so there are no bulging eyes and dropped drinks. is it weird to say he misses that? being on your arm when you walk into a room, the power when everyone looks at you, pretending just to glance as their eyes flitter around your skirt that hugs your hips and the shape of your cheeks. you were the centre of gravity. he feels the pull when you stand at the bar on your own. the antagonistic feeling of needing to beat the other men watching you flares in his blood.
“be back in a sec,” he mumbles to whoever’s listening, kaminari he thinks, as he rises from his booth and makes his way over to you.
you’re wearing sage green. you taught him the name of that particular shade of green because apparently it was common men like him didn’t know the name of colours.
“men like me? you talk to lots of men like me?”
he adores you, standing beside him in your sage green pyjamas, a cute silk set with shorts showing the underside of your ass. you’ve got your toothbrush in your mouth. “matter of fact, yes i do and men like you don’t know your colours. this is a much softer green. earthy like herbs.” you wave your hand in the air to gesticulate, peeking at his bare chest and then up to his eyes.
bakugou always had so much to say to you that when it came to actually articulating the words, his brain would go numb. “don’t talk about other men in my house,” he manages to grunt, eyes half closing like they always do when your fingertips graze his chest. “my favourite colour on you.”
he wants to think you’re wearing it now, a short sage green dress with lace trim, for him. delusion keeps him going, keeps his legs walking towards you and he feels his senses hum when he’s in your radius. until another man slides beside you and you give your polite smile. bakugou stares at the man, gaze hardened and burning until he gets the message. there’s a rush from the stupid man, scrambling a goodbye as you frown at the quick entry and even faster exit. then you spin around and land on bakugou.
your smile is the closest thing to purgatory bakugou can ever describe. he’s not rewarded with one of your polite smiles. he gets one of your smiles that goes to your eyes, that makes your top teeth sink into your bottom lip and your posture becomes straighter. he thinks you could have loved him back if he let you.
“should have known it was you behind me. nobody makes men run away from me faster than you,” no malice behind your words, instead a sweet laugh that sounds like wind chimes.
“should i go? let you continue your conversation with a guy that looks like he’s about to piss himself in your presence?” bakugou grunts but the corner of his mouth quirks up because he likes you more than he should.
“don’t pretend that wasn’t you when we first met. if i remember correctly, you stuttered at least three times,”
“and if i remember correctly, which i always do, i made you stutter more than three times in my bed later that day,” he smirks. you’re twirling a ring he didn’t give you around your finger.
people always have something to say about bakugou’s choice of language, of conversation. his quick nudge to something inappropriate, blunt or rude. you like his unexpectedness, always never completely prepared for what comes out of his mouth.
you gasp, before catching yourself and lightly smacking his arm. he feels your fingertips printed on his skin even once they’ve left. “do you always have to be so crude, katsuki?”
he leans on the sticky bar to distract him from your eyes. he stares at the alcoholic bottles like he’s deciding what to drink. he hasn’t drunk since he was a teen. “always for you, princess.”
he feels your stare on the side of his face and he wonders what you’d do if he held your chin and kissed you. probably a bad idea. you then turn away from him, feeling hot from the nickname he gave you when you were together.
“princess? really? how original,” but you’re biting your cheek to hide a smile as you climb into his bed and rest your head on his chest. bakugou always runs warm, a big hot water bottle with arms that wrap around you tightly.
“you’ve got the whole ‘look at me, i’m so fuckin’ pretty and i don’t know it and i need to be protected. risk your life for me and help me escape from this tower’ look to you.”
bakugou can’t help the laugh when you push him away to sit up. you’re wiggling a finger in his face, donning the same sage green pyjamas, face completely bare and legs still across his torso.
“firstly there’s no confusion about it, i know i’m pretty. if nobody thought i was, i still know i am, don’t get that twisted,” bakugou’s hands find your bare thighs, squeezing and rubbing while he listens to your rant. he loves when you talk and prove him wrong. “secondly i don’t need to be protected, i can take care of myself. i think that’s your whole ‘i am big strong pro hero i need to protect everyone or i will die trying’ thing you’ve got going on. thirdly i don’t live in a tower but if someone wanted to help me escape from one, well that’s less work for me.”
you end with a little shrug and bakugou yanks you to his lips. you succumb naturally, meeting his soft pecks and when he’s about to slide his tongue into your mouth, you flick under his chin. he’s beautiful when he smiles and you think you could love him. “i think you just proved why you’re a princess, princess.”
“so how’s work been?”
bakugou’s brain shakes at the question. the normalcy of it, the disconnect. usually, you’d just know how work had been, coming over to his every evening to hear him talk about his day. but he forgets that was a year ago and you’re closer to strangers than whatever you could have been. when he meets your eyes he believes there will always be more to you both. you could never be strangers. so much can be said with one look, so many questions. are you keeping safe? have you been hurt? is your sidekick still using your mug? i saw that magazine shoot, i think you mentioned me? do you still get no days off? have you been sleeping? is it all worth leaving me?
he grunts and to you that says more than words can, “it’s been alright. idiots in the office still using my shit when i put my name on it in fuckin’ black sharpie—,”
“are you writing it on the bottom?”
“well yeah, i’m not gonna—,”
“nobody reads the bottom of a mug, katsuki.”
bakugou bites his tongue before letting out a loud exhale, your giggle fills the bubble of you both.
“they’re knocking another year off my life every time they touch my shit.”
“how about i send you a mug with black bold lettering on the front? ‘DYNAMIGHTS. DO NOT TOUCH!’ sounds threatening, don’t you think?” you ask, head resting in your palm.
he wants a gift from you. bakugou makes a grumble of, “maybe,” big shoulders shrugging with a rub of his jaw. then he side-eyes you, “how’s work f’you?”
he’s recently heard through the grapevine, also known as your instagram and his best friend midoriya, that you finally got your dream job as an editor for one of the major hero magazines. you were always taking freelance jobs when you were together, back and forth with different companies before you finally found your footing. he wishes he was there to see it finally unfold, the elation on your face once you got the offer, the takeaway you’d eat after and the night being all about you. he knows his sloppy ‘congratulations’ text didn’t show how he really felt.
he sees a glimmer of excitement pass through your pupils and he holds it in his palms, “oh really good! i’ve got my own office and everything. i even asked for the corner one like you said that one time. do you remember?”
it’s early morning, bakugou’s sliding you your toast and eggs across the kitchen while he stirs his morning coffee. bitter and black while you’re sunshine and dreams, waving the buttery toast in the air, “and i want an office with at least one window so i can put all my plants—,”
bakugou settles you with a single look, “princess.”
you frown, “what?”
“you won’t get shit if you don’t ask. fuck, demand it. you’re not gonna get one window, you’re gonna get multiple. you, beautiful girl, are gonna get the fuckin’ corner office that looks across the city.” he states like it’s gospel, pressing his coffee mug to his lips. “dream big or don’t dream at all.”
he takes a gulp of his morning fuel and you slowly chew your toast, staring at this man with rough hands and ruby eyes and you don’t know how anyone could ever have anything bad to say about him.
“i just have to ask?”
“yeah, babe and if they say no, fuck ‘em.”
bakugou is always so confident in everything he does and you spend so much time with him, you think it’s brushing off on you. you can literally feel a piece of your heart being sewn back together when he wipes a crumb off your cheek and goes back to drinking his coffee because in this world with him, you can get anything if you try. you’ve always been deserving of your dreams.
“so if i ask you to be a little late to work to shower with me, you could say yes? if you say no i have to fuck you?” you smile slyly, your voice becoming sultry because he can’t see so much potential and believe in you so much and not get a little appreciation from you.
he rolls his eyes, a hearty laugh escaping his chest, “with me you never have to ask. i’ll give you anythin’”
bakugou nods. of course, he remembers. the way your eyes shone with infinite possibilities of how your life could look. he wonders if you ever saw him in your future.
“course i fuckin’ remember. i’m proud of you, knew you’d get anythin’ you wanted.”
never got you, you think because what would come from you being honest out loud? he didn’t want you then, why would he now?
“thanks katsuki. you always believed in me,” there was a new air to your encounter now and you knew if you stayed for longer tears would definitely slip by. bakugou’s hunched shoulders relaxed, head flicking to look at you hopping off your stool.
“anytime, princess,” he mumbles, rising to his full height and you fight the groan at how much bigger he’s gotten since you saw him last.
you couldn’t have him how you wanted but you could have him one way. “i’m going to head over to my friends but just find me if you wanna go back to mine later?”
you tilt your head to the left so he knows what you mean and bakugou wishes he was transported to a lifetime where he was yours and you were his and this wasn’t the only way. he realises there’s way too much between you both, now and forever to minimise your relationship into a flimsy friends with benefits one or was it exes with benefits? he can’t keep up. he hates it all the same but he’ll take what he can get, just a moment of your time, being able to touch you again.
he smirks like he’s supposed to, and scratches his jaw like he gets sexual propositions daily. he can’t see the wavering emotion in your eyes because he looks the same. “i’ll find you, princess. just give me the sign.”
you slap on a smile and for a moment you wonder if it’s normal to just feel the other look at you across the room before they’ve already done it. you were magnets, hyper-aware of each other and always finding a way back together.
you give him a little wink, thumb running along the lace trim of your dress before heading over to your friends.
bakugou doesn’t know if fucking you while knowing he’s in love with you is one of his smartest ideas but fuck it, he’ll find out when you kill him.
he hasn’t had a sip of alcohol tonight, he’s been going between a ginger beer and water so he can’t blame anything but his obsession with you about how he can’t remember leaving the bar, checking if anyone was following him, getting in an uber and now being in your bedroom.
everything is the same. all your knick-knacks across the shelves, your smutty books and a pile of clothes (a mixture of clean and dirty) on your chair. perhaps the only thing that he does notice is the figurine of himself he got you as satire, which has moved from your desk to the top of your bookshelf where he knows you can’t see it unless you crane your neck. bakugou thinks if he reads into that more he can figure out a little about what you feel about him. though he saves that for when you aren’t softly whining for him to help take off your dress.
your fingers are faster, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing his jacket off his shoulders. you had about two drinks a while ago so you were practically sober. surely sleeping with your ex is a decision you make drunkenly one random evening? but if he’s not questioning it, why should you? especially when you catch sight of his smooth chest and his calloused fingertips graze the back of your neck, then your spine to find your zipper.
“fuck, how are you more beautiful than last time i had you?” he grunts like a curse, yanking off his clothes and then moving to pull off your dress.
you lay back on your bed, arms stretching up for him to follow you. bakugou does join you, who wouldn’t follow the light after they’ve been cast in darkness? he’s got his palms by your head in a press-up position, ready to duck down and finally kiss you when you get distracted, “wait, is that new?”
you’re only in your underwear as your eyes bulge at the sight of new ink on his arms. bakugou doesn’t realise what you’re on about, lost in you being almost naked for him until you brush your thumb softly over the inside of his wrist.
only you’d notice his new tats, nobody else has since he’s already got so many. probably from when you’d spend hours in bed asking about every single one. then asking if he’d ever get one for you, with a laugh that you’re not being serious. but turns out he was, though was an odd choice.
“wilted leaves? weeds? what plant is it?” you ask and you let him unclasp your bra from behind you.
“dunno, just asked for herbs and my guy did that,” he murmurs, leaving out the fact he specifically chose wilted ones. his eyes darken once you pull your bra off, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
you’ve always had a thing for his hands around there. with his belt, his trousers, his cock. he still knows you do because he smirks once your eyes drop. he kicks off his jeans and your hands find his chest, sides, arms, anything you can touch. bakugou katsuki is beautiful. everybody knows this, his half-naked body is on adverts, billboards, news outlets and magazine covers. you wonder how many people have seen him like this in the flesh.
“why wilted herbs then?” your question comes out in a whisper as he presses soft kisses down your jaw and along the length of your neck. your nerves are already high, ready for some friction between your legs.
“thought it would look cool,” wasn’t a complete lie, it does look cool but he’s not about to admit this one’s for you. you and your sage green, green like herbs. it was a permanent reminder of you etched in his skin, of what you had because if he can’t have you, he hopes he never stops remembering you.
that’s enough thinking for bakugou as he manoeuvres your body further up the bed so he can stretch your legs out and get between them. he rocks his clothed cock against your clothed centre and he swims in your pretty moans.
a smirk slides on his face like honey, his fingers pinching your nipple, “what d’you want from me, princess?”
“your tongue.”
“where?”
you pout, dragging his head down for a kiss, “my pussy.” he meets your lips in a pout, one peck then another before enveloping his mouth with yours. kisses with katsuki always blew your mind, you’ve never met a man who knew how to use his tongue like him. he’s hard when he grinds into you and he’s rough when he sneaks a hand behind your head to really take control of the kiss. he hasn’t kissed you in months, who can blame him?
then you part, lips shiny and plush with heavy breaths. “i’ve missed that,” he chuckles and he’s about to duck down for another when you push his head down to your lower half.
“get to work,” you grin and make a mental note to halt the kisses because it’s making you think you love the man. hormones, you excuse when he pulls your panties off in one swoop.
“you’ve got no business lookin’ like this,” he says mostly to himself as if he’s trapped in a trance by you. you’re stupidly beautiful, lying across your bed, hair a mess, nipples perked and wet between your legs. his hands dwarf your thighs, massaging them slowly to get you to spread them more. “fuck—,” he trails off before he lays on his stomach and licks between you.
your whole body trembles and you feel a begging sensation beneath your skin to have him, all of him inside you. to be closer than humanely possible. you’re not sure if the time apart has made you forget how good he is with his tongue but it feels even better now, improved and you’re stopping your mind wonder if he’s been with other women since.
the sounds you make together are loud and wet, sucking and licking and you feel his rough stubble scratch against your thigh. he dips his tongue into your hole and you tighten around nothing. you brush your fingers into his hair to hold him into place as the pleasure rolls through you in waves. you’re all jelly and limbs laying back on your bed, mewling with your eyes squeezed shut until two thick fingers slide into you. you gasp in surprise, eyes finding his humoured ones.
he kisses your clit, “sorry princess.” but he’s not sorry at all as he curls his fingers, brushing your walls and then he begins thrusting. he’s relentless and you’re not embarrassed by how loud you are, if anything your arousal pushes you to your orgasm quicker.
he sucks on your clit with puffy lips and combined with his perfectly angled fingers, you’re coming. your body shakes, thighs tensing and you’re noisy this time. pitiful moans spill from your lips as pleasure washes over you, chest heaving and body coated with a layer of sweat.
his voice is husky when you open your eyes, “good girl.”
he’s addicted to your thighs, rubbing them during your come down, pressing kisses and you’re sure you’ll find little teeth marks later. his words make you ache and you can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous he is. so unbelievably gorgeous.
his lips were glossy with you, the ruby in his eyes now as dark as roses and there was a light flush on his cheeks. his gold tooth gleams every time he praises you and his shoulders are so wide. he’s so large, so strong and now he’s pulling off his black boxers to reveal his cock. you sit up on your forearms now, giving it the attention it deserves.
“do we need a condom?” the question breaks your cloud of lust and bakugou wishes he never asked, he should have just taken one from your top drawer.
“obviously, how many people have you been with since?” you didn’t mean to say that out loud, so accusing and… jealous. your eyes widen before wincing, your tongue always became loose after an orgasm by yours truly, “don’t answer that please.”
“hah?” he exclaims and he starts moving slowly, crawling up your body with his arms caged around your head. you feel his cock twitch against your thigh and you bite down on your lip. “how many people have you been with since, princess?”
but unlike your question, his lacks bite. there’s an embarrassing amount of curiosity behind his, though there’s the same amount of jealousy. he hopes you don’t notice the curiosity. he doesn’t notice your jealousy.
now you frown with a pout as his face is a few inches away from yours. you’re the cutest, trying to look away from him but he’s everywhere, all over.
“i’m not answering that,” probably because it’s embarrassing to say he was the last person when you know he’s been with multiple women.
bakugou’s eyebrows raise and you don’t miss the disappointment in his eyes. this doesn’t deter him, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips and his cock brushes your skin. “so as i said before, should i get a condom? i’m clean.”
“i am too. still on the pill.”
he stares, not moving until you answer.
“no condom.”
“was hoping you’d fuckin’ say that.”
you both begin again like there was no very real pause of feelings and jealousy. back to being a one night stand between two exes.
he sits up on his knees to shift you into the position you like. your knees push to your head, legs open and wide for him.
“haven’t seen you in months and i still couldn’t get you out my fuckin’ head. still as beautiful as before, maybe more,” he slurs and you notice the tip of his cock purple and shiny.
“fuck,” you moan impatiently and bakugou chokes a laugh.
“patience princess, just admirin’,”
with one thrust, he slides all the way in. your groan gets stuck in your throat, your arms circling his neck to cling him to you. you think you love him, he has to be your person.
“oh baby, still so—,” he grunts again, biting down on his lip to stop himself from coming on the spot. no way is he about to last, “how you feelin’, princess?”
you nod rapidly at him, your hips bouncing to readjust into a more comfortable position. bakugou, so in tune with you, pulls out to thrust in again, “oh.. oh.” and now he knows you’re good.
“you’re doing so well. c’mon talk to me,” he smiles, licking his thumb and rubbing your nipple.
“so, uh, big. you feel bigger,” you whine, “move, i’m not gonna last long.”
with every thrust from him, you meet it with the same intensity, nipping every bit of skin you can get your teeth on. how is this not right? how is this not where you belong? you feel every vein, every dip and curve of him and as soon as he presses down on your clit you’ve gone. mouth agape as you come again with his touch. you know it’s his tactic to touch your clit when he’s about to come so you do at the same time. joined in a euphoria caused by each other, an experience none can top. he keeps thrusting and you become sloppy, body trembling until he lays his entire weight on your body in exhaustion.
you’re both sweaty and sticky but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
“was that good enough for you?” he grins up at you, cheek on your breast and you’re not sure how he goes from sex god to cute with boyish charm in a single minute.
you roll your eyes, covering his face with your palm. he lightly kisses it. “of course. you’re always good to me.”
a calming air contains you both and you hope he thinks your beating heart is from the sex, sex that could come from anyone. not him in particular.
“do you wanna shower and we head to bed?”
“isn’t that too—,” you pause.
intimate? hangs in the air. like a relationship?
bakugou sighs, “i don’t fuckin’ care.” he then lifts to lay on his side to look at you properly. “do you wanna? or i can fuck off?”
you blink at him, mind working a million miles per hour. his eyes hold no judgement, just understanding of any choice you decide to make. your hand curls around his neck to brush through his hair. he thinks he’s won. “you put your clothes on to wash and i’ll start up the shower. sounds like a plan?”
there’s so much unsaid, so much that needs to be discussed but you both take the easy option. “sounds like a fuckin’ plan.” he presses a kiss to your lips then rolls off to gather his clothes off the ground and you pounce up to make your way to your bathroom.
bakugou’s stuffing his clothes in your washing machine, one of the most domestic tasks of them all as he wonders, why can’t he be a pro hero in a relationship? if he can successfully keep the country safe, he can keep you safe too. right?
your head pops out the doorway, still as naked as he is. “showers warm, you ready?”
he’ll talk about a relationship with you in the morning. if you want one with him again. he nods, kissing your forehead and hugging you to his side, “i’m expectin’ a new mug on my desk from you. you promised.”
you giggle, before your eyes widen like a lightbulb went off. you grab your silk sage green pyjamas, those pyjamas bakugou sees you wearing in his past and dreams, from the dryer. they’re clean and slightly warm and he never thought he’d see them again. you clutch the top and shorts to your chest, planning to wear them once you climb out the shower. you shuffle like huddled penguins, pressed to his side as he drags you to the bathroom. he’s sure it can work out between you both. “of course. i’ll make the mug sage green so you think of me when someone uses it.”
“i’m always fuckin’ thinkin’ of you,” he mumbles as you untangle from his grasp and climb into the shower.
“you coming?”
is this bakugou katsuki coming undone? the bandage wraps around his heart unravelling and connecting with yours. he’s always been yours, always and he wishes he wasn’t stupid enough to try to fight it. he won’t anymore. this is the lifetime where you’ll be by his side. if you let him.