Can You Do A Scenario Of Bakugou Aftermath Of The Manga War Right Now, Cause Sense He Had So Much Character

i redownloaded the sims to make this

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CUDDLING W KATSUKI <33

pls he’s a such a cuddle bug!! he’s very guarded but once he’s comfortable w you he’s COMFORTABLE. he has no shame in wrapping around you and keeping you pinned to him and the bed for HOURS. you’re the only one who gets to see his clingy side!!

he likes it a lot when you lay on his chest! he gets to hold you close to protect you and also press kisses to your head. either one of or his top fav position fs

when katsuki thinks you should be heading to bed because it’s late (or he thinks you’re talking too much/being stupid and need to stfu) he likes to rub his fingertips gently down your back

ITS SO TINGLY and also very sleep-inducing. for someone who has literal explosions come out of his fingertips, it’s unbelievable how gentle his hands become. he’s trails his fingers up and down your spine with the most featherlight touch that makes you both shiver and sleepy

OH and he’d also be the type to give you lil tickly pinches and squeezes to make you giggle when you cuddle but also to shut you up when he thinks you’re being stupid. (he also does it just to hear your laughter but vehemently denies it)

sometimes katsuki gets cuteness aggression or like surges of “oh my god i’m in love with this man/woman” and squeezes you really really tight to his chest

he’d also be the type to like cradle and rock you to sleep. it’s insane how someone so violent and crazy can become so gentle and soft (will vehemently deny this statement)

katsukis love languages are def acts of service and physical touch!! pls he’s such a sweetie pie i love him

extra: one time kirishima and the gang caught you guys cuddling asleep and could not believe their eyes. like they weren’t even drinking water and all did spit takes. lots of photos were taken and he hasnt lived it down since

You laid curled up in your bed. Your hands squeezing your abdomen so tight someone would think your guts were gonna spill out, at this rate they could’ve.

Your period was killing you. What’s worse is you woke up to it and had no idea it was gonna start today which ruined your plans of going out to get groceries.

“Y/n” a low voice came from the door frame.

Bakugou stared at you for a moment, a slight look of worry seeing you still in the same position he left you in… 2 hours ago.

He pulled his hand up to reveal the small bag of snacks he picked up for you along with the groceries he organized in the kitchen.

You forced yourself to sit up, “Thank you kats, you didn’t have to”

He scoffed at your stupid statement. “I know I didn’t. I wanted to.”

He walked over to you and took out your snacks to gently place them on the nightstand. Hershey’s, a smoothie, and some chips. “There’s also a milkshake for you in the fridge”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, he was doing his best to make you feel better and that alone was enough. “You’re so sweet suki’, what am I gonna do with you ?”

He looked away for a moment and then back at you. “You can let me help you”

You quirked an eyebrow in confusion as to what he was referring to. Until he gently scooped you up and sat down then placed you on lap. Your back resting against his chest.

You slightly flinched at the sudden feeling on his hands snaking down your waist, the sweatpants making it easier for him to move. He gently rest his hands on the soft skin of your lower abdomen then began slowly but cautiously heating his palms.

“Kats..”

“Just relax, m’ not goin’ anywhere”

You softly exhaled before letting your body relax to his touch. You couldn’t deny the heat he was radiating was soothing. You let your head fall against his shoulder and just enjoyed this intimate moment with your boyfriend.

“I love you”

There was a moment of silence and if only you were facing him would you see the way his cheeks slightly tinted pink.

—

“I love you too”

๑ ⋆˙⟡๑ ⋆˙⟡ growing up with katsuki bakugo !

for all you could remember, katsuki had been by your side. there wasnt a moment you couldnt recall where katsuki hadnt been there with you - from playdates to him fulfilling the role as your knight in shining armour, katsuki had always been right there with you.

you were all each other knew. nobody even came close to sharing the bond the two of you held for one another, and nobody ever would. you were there during days on the nursery playgroud, to walking home with him after a gruelling day at middle school. despite your lack of aspiration to be a hero, katsuki never once looked down on your own dreams, encouraging you in his own way to aim for what you wanted to do in life. he swore to you to make the world a safe place for you to live, and that he would always be there to protect you from anything.

katsuki was your first friend, your first love. . . your first everything. he was the one which you shared your first kiss, he was the first to hold you so close in his arms, the first to warm your bed. he celebrated alongside you and your family during birthdays, middle school graduation - there was nothing that you did that katsuki wasnt there to cheer you on for.

so, watching the first friend you ever had die on the rain-soaked battlefield ripped your heart into shreds. the image of his blood staining the ground had seared itself into your memory, and your entire body froze. he was gone. your katsuki, a boy with his own hopes and dreams, had slipped away from you forever. he was gone, and he wasnt coming back.

until, watching a hero give his life for your katsuki, was just enough to bring him back. a hero, whom katsuki aspired to be like, recognised the world's need for katsuki bakugo, and gave everything to give katsuki another chance.

and best believe, once that war was over, katsuki had never sprinted towards you like he had done that day. snatching you up into his arms, not caring about his injuries, he held you the closest he had ever done to his chest, and practically begged you.

"please let me marry you."

coming home

synopsis : you sleep over at katsuki’s place after a night out with your friends. it’s more convenient that way.

an. wrote something rq after seeing the epilogue chapter and pheeewieeeee,,my boyfriend..sigh my boyfriend oh my boyfriend ouggh

cw. nothin really, just a lil casual domesticity w katsu :3, katsuki is fine ASL, reader n katsuki shower together so nakedness they nakey, lmk if there's anything else !!

you’ve noticed katsuki looks very good when he’s the designated driver.

he looks so natural behind the wheel, arms slightly flexed and gripping the steering wheel. his face serene but slightly tensed in concentration, occasionally scoffing to himself whenever someone in front of him drives too slow or cuts him off.

the lamp posts outside reflect nicely on his jaw, his nose and sharp eyes. his whole face really, you can’t stop sneaking glances at him.

he takes the opportunity to place his hand on your thigh once you get to a stop light, giving it a light squeeze. it feels heavy, relaxed, like your thigh just conveniently happens to be there for him to use as an armrest.

another squeeze and katsuki speaks, eyes never leaving the road, the stop light shines the same color as them.

“what’re ya peekin’ at me for, huh ?”

you’ve clearly not been sneaky enough, but you hum anyway. “whaddya mean ?” you ask innocently, your boyfriend scoffs.

a pinch to your thigh and he laughs when you whine. “know you’re not dumb, so quiet actin’ like you are. you got somethin’ on your mind, say it.”

you pout at him, he catches it when he glances at you briefly and smirks, katsuki pats your thigh.

“i was jus’ lookin at you, you look nice.”

he hums at that, smirk growing wider, he nods lightly “nice, huh ?”

“mhm,” you nod “really nice..” you clarify, making a point to look him up and down. he snorts, but his grip on your thigh does a bad job at making him look unbothered.

“know you’re obsessed with me, but you could at least try to act like you’re not.” he teases, hands going back to the steering wheel when the lights on his face shine green. the slight furrow in his brows immediately returns when the car in front of him doesn’t immediately pick up the pace. his fingers drum against the wheel impatiently.

“you got somewhere you need to be or something ?” you giggle.

“yeah, home. in bed.” he quips, always as easily irritable when he was sleepy and not to mention just a bit tipsy. kaminari had managed to get him to drink a little bit more than he usually would but the electric blond got too drunk to notice you’re boyfriend babysitting his drink the entire night. he always insisted on being the driver when it came to his precious baby.

you know he’s never liked to drink much, but you also think katsuki doesn’t so as to not demolish his so called 'reputation'. you and a handful of friends know how needy and emotional he gets when he gets drunk. he acts like everyone is after him when he’s reminded of the fact.

when things had started to die down and everyone slowly but surely started heading home, katsuki leant in near you to ask if you were ready to head out. he was the one that insisted on picking you up from your place since you were on the way to the restaurant, it was more convenient that way he'd said.

but suddenly, he’d suggested you just sleep over at his house for the night. his was closer if he took a shortcut, and it was already getting late. besides, you had left plenty of your stuff at his house. it was just “less of a pain” that way, he’d claimed, and you

agreed.

katsuki places his arms behinds your chair to carefully back up into a parking spot. a lucky find, since it was so late at night. but that was hardly something you could focus on when he leant in so close, jaw tight in concentration. he smells just a bit like alcohol mixed with his usual scent.

you’d been together for years now, and yet this still makes your heart hammer, you’d blame it on the slight buzz of alcohol in your system if it wasn’t for the fact that this has always been how you’d reacted before—from the day he’d gotten his license and took you for a test drive to show off.

as the car slows to stop and the engine dies down with a low growl, katsuki turns on the lights and sighs, plopping down onto his seat with a groan, you have to laugh at how he acts like he’d just driven through a desert. he runs a hand through his hair and you notice katsuki looks extremely good when he’s the designated driver.

conveniently, you still have some sleepwear laying around at his house, neatly folded would be a better way to say it, katsuki was always a clean freak, not that it mattered much though since you knew you could just grab one of his shirts and call it a day and he wouldn’t mind at all. you think it shouldn't feel so natural to fish out a pair of your clothes from the drawer, like you'd been living here your entire life.

conveniently, katsuki has a spare toothbrush. he denies that he’d gotten it for you and tries to convince you that his specific toothbrush was sold in a pack of two and he was planning on keeping it for himself.

right, of course.

katsuki’s apartment has always had a cozy feel to you. probably because it was his and not just any old apartment. he just had this warmth to him that made it a home, one you could see yourself sharing with him. it’d be simple, natural. like breathing just to be with him.

you don’t particularly enjoy smelling like alcohol and outside, so you’re happy to sneak off to get to the bathroom first while your boyfriend gets himself a glass of water. until he catches you, of course. he almost chokes with how fast he zooms towards you, quickly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“the fuck you think yer doin’ ?”

“katsuki, m’stinky and gross.”

“m’not gonna let you hog the bathroom in my house, get your own.” he stalks closer to you. he’s grown a lot since high school—in height, muscle, confidence and the list could go on, you stand your ground.

“you’re the one who brought me here, mister.” you shove an accusatory finger into his firm chest. he doesn’t budge, but he scowls down at your finger like you’d shot him and digs his finger into your side before you can stop him. you’re ready to cuss him out and fight if you have to, but to your surprise he sighs. looking off to the side.

“fine, we’ll just both go then.” he huffs, ears slightly tinted pink in the light of his living room.

oh.

“w—oh.” you breathe, immediately his eyes zip to you. his eyebrows furrow harder and his lip pulls up to hide the embarrassment growing on his face. “what ? s’that a problem or something ?”

“no, no !” you try to tone down the surprise in your voice, leaning against the wall to try and act casual. “i mean, no it’s not but—like, are you sure ?” and you feel like you’re sixteen again asking him if it was okay to kiss him.

“it’s more convenient that way. uses up less hot water so, it works out for me.”

“ah, right. bills.” you try to jest, managing to only huff awkwardly. your eyes flit to him and the floor and he scoffs after a minute. slowly, gently, he grabs your wrist. slowly, gently going towards your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“stop being dumb and weird.” he scolds, before pulling you inside the bathroom with him.

you realise, really realise, with your back against his chest, how warm your boyfriend is.

he's always run hot and it came in especially handy during the harsher winter months. but now it's not cold, it can't possible when it feels like he's damn near running a fever behind you.

hot water be damned, he'd be able to heat up an ice cold bath all by himself you think. perhaps he'd always been this scorching, but it's the extra proximity that's making you realise it.

despite scolding you earlier for making it weird, katsuki is incredibly stiff. he'd been stiff when he swiftly turned around the moment he decide the water was an alright temperature, mumbling something about telling him when you got in. he'd kept his eyes aimed diligently at the ceiling of his bathroom and almost slipped when he tried to reach for the corner of his bathtub. you tried to spare him the embarrassment of giggling at his mumbled, butt naked cursing.

he'd scooched in behind you and it took him about a minute to let himself relax enough to let your skin touch. despite it being more convenient for him like he'd claimed, his hands stayed glued to the edge of the bathtub. the grip he has seems a little much, you can see his knuckles almost turning white, but his arms strain and bulge that way and you won't say that's not nice to look at.

you decide to make the move. you sigh, feigning relaxation despite your heart pounding, only intensifying when katsuki holds his breath for a second behind you. you make yourself more comfortable, leaning against him more and woah, he's scalding. you almost want to pull back, but you feel yourself leaning a bit further as you realise he's moved back too. his back now touching the edge of the tub. he hisses when the undoubtebly cold edge hits his skin.

slowly, slowly, the grip on the tub relaxes, and he lets himself dip around. fingertips slowly floating around in the water until they came to run up your arms. your shoulders, and he sighs then, really sighs like he's comfortable. and then all is good in the world again.

he's somewhat used to it now, and it's normal, almost second nature how he leans his head forward to land in the crook of your shoulder. he nuzzles into it more when you lean to the side to give him more space. he shoves his head in deeper, nudging his head to yours harder because he knows the tips of his hair tickle. and of course, ever the nuiscance, does it again and again until it has you giggling softly in the quiet of his bathroom.

and you think you could honestly get used to it.

"'ve been thinkin'.." you hear him mumble against your skin. you let out a hum when he doesn't continue. "'bout what ?" you ask sleepily.

"..bout you moving in, with me." he pauses, you pause. and it's quite. again.

"o-oh yeah ? where did that come from ?" you try to keep your voice as steady as possible. your heart races and you feel it so hard you think it ripples in the water. you feel katsuki lift his head up lightly in confusion, but his eyes still won't move towards you.

"ya had something else planned 'r somethin' ?"

"no, no ! i'd wanna, i'm super down !" you're a bit louder than you mean to be, voice a bit breathier and higher in pitch and it echoes against the walls of the bathroom. katsuki's fingers twitch where they rest on the edge of the bathtub again and he sighs.

"i just didn't expect you to um-pop the question.." you trail off, you immediately mentally smack yourself for the wordage you used, because now you can't stop thinking about marrying him. you wished you could sink further into the water but now you're a little too aware of the hot skin pressed behind you.

katsuki doesn't look at you, he leans back until he's staring at the ceiling. you can tell he's trying to make himself more comfortable with the way he stiffens in an effort not to move like he usually would when he'd pretend to be unbothered. it tells you that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking about the same thing as you.

he sighs, and he finally looks at you then. voice poised and calm, but his eyebrows furrow and there's a slight pink on his cheeks.

"just..more convenient that way. you're already here all the time anyway." his rough voice cracks just slightly, the hints of doubt peeking through him. after letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you hum again.

"y-yeah--yeah.." you manage. katsuki clicks his tongue behind you.

"look, if you don't wanna-" your boyfriend gulps back his next words when you lean back against him once more. stiffening, before finally calming down again.

"i do, i wanna move in with you. truly." you lean your head back enough to comfortably look at him and so he can see how serious you are. it seems to stun him a bit, eyes widened his lips tremble like he wants to speak but can't. and since he can't, he composes himself (tries to at least) and nods mostly to himself rather than you.

"good..good.." he mutters. you nod as well, turning back and closing your eyes to try and calm your beating heart, to fully relax.

"mhm, good."

it's quiet again. only the sound of soft breaths and beating hearts remain. you can almost feel his heart pressed against your back.

"how long have you been thinking about it--me moving in and all ?"

he hums from behind you, now that he's calmed down, his shoulders relax and he gets just a bit bolder, rubbing a thumb against the skin of your upper arm.

"does it matter ?"

"yes."

he grumbles, obviously embarrassed. " a while." is what he settles with "figured it was about time."

about time, huh ? you nod, the room overtaken by silence yet again. a comfortable, warm one you could get used to.

"'sides, i know how much you miss me when you leave."

you scoff, rolling your eyes. he's ruined the moment like his big mouth usually does.

"oh please, you're the one that keeps calling me back the moment i leave." you shoot back, it's katsuki's turn to scoff now.

" yeah, sure. just admit you're obsessed with me, babe." he sasses.

"oh, babe you forgot your sweater at my place so come back and get it. what? no, i can't bring it back you forgot it so you come get iiit !" you put on a nasally deep voice, waving your arms around in the water dramatically.

"s-shut up, moron !" katsuki stutters, his abrupt movements of disbelief causing the water to ripple and spill over from the tub. "i don't sound like that--"

"oh babe, now that you're here i actually just remembered you forgot to gimme my 5th goodbye kiss on the way out--"

"yn.." he warns lowly.

oh yn, if i could, i'd spent my entire life makin' out with you cus i wuv you sooo much, bleh bleh muah muah-- !" your crude little kissy noises are interrupted by your boyfriend furiously flicking water into your face. you squeal loudly, shrieking trying to block the jet stream with your arms. you laugh loudly as he continues attacking you from all sides and you're sure by now half of the water he's used was most definitely on the floor, but you really couldn't care less.

and frankly, you could get used to this.

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you can't sleep. you really tried, but you're too aware of the body next to you and that body's warmth against your face.

katsuki's been your best friends for as long as you could remember, this was normal. he'd been sleeping over at your house for years when you were younger, it was only normal for you him to sleep at your place now. of course, of course.

but what you hadn't planned out was the fact that you couldn't sleep tonight, so when you blink one eye-then a second one open to look at him, you're not very surprised to see he's fast asleep. he’s always been a stickler to his bedtime.

and you're not very surprised to see how gorgeous he is. he’s always been a pretty boy after all.

katsuki's been your best friend for as long as you can remember, and you've been in love with him just as long.

he looks so pretty like this. peaceful and asleep and breathing so softly, so relaxed. you wonder what he dreams about. he probably dreams about blowing up sheep instead of counting them, the thought makes you snicker quietly.

"you sound creepy giggling to yourself like that."

you jump, the surprised little noise you let out makes him smile, still with his eyes closed. so, so pretty. in the most asshole-ish way.

"you're awake ?!" you don't know why you insist on whispering.

"obviously." you don't know why katsuki bothers on whispering either.

"what does that mean ?"

"means how the fuck am i supposed to sleep with you breathing heavy like that ? you snore loud."

you shove at his shoulder and his eyes snap open so you really get to look at him while he laughs at you. you hate him, and fuck does he look pretty. he shoves you back and you land on your back dramatically, huffing up at your ceiling.

"go back to your own house then, loser. you don't have to keep squatting at my house." you cross your arms under your blanket.

katsuki scoffs, he knocks your leg with his under the blanket when he’s had enough of you ignoring him and when that doesn't work he tugs the sheets to pull them closer to him. just to piss you off, cus he can. you groan, tugging and pulling, trying to get away from the cold air. screw his stupid pro hero muscles.

to your surprise, katsuki pulls you closer the moment he gets the opportunity. you lay stunned in his arms, an awkward sound dies inside your throat. he yawns, making himself more comfortable.

"i'm not squatting nowhere. you're the one that let's me in here all the time." with that comeback, it's obvious you've been friends for way too long.

friends, huh.

you make yourself comfy in his arms, despite yourself. " so it's all my own fault is what you're saying."

"yup," your best friend responds without missing a beat "glad you put two in two together so quick." katsuki hisses when you pinch his back and pinches yours in retaliation. but he doesn't allow you to go any further, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

"besides, i bet it comes in pretty handy for you, your creepy ass gets to watch me sleep." you stiffen a bit in his hold but relax quickly, you cover your surprise with a scoff.

"get over yourself, please." you spit "nobody in the world sucks your dick harder than you do."

katsuki clicks his teeth when you giggle at your own joke. "shut up." is all he manages, you laugh harder and katsuki pokes a finger in the back of your neck to make you squeak.

"it has nothing to do with you, i just couldn't sleep." you explain, yawning at the end of your sentence. your nose picks up the scent of his nape and you quickly look away. katsuki hums almost to himself, he shoves a harsh palm behind your head and pushes it closer to the warmth of his chest.

“close your eyes then.” he says it so easily you scoff.

“oh that’s genius! why didn’t i think of that ?” you hum sarcastically. katsuki chuckles lowly, unsurprised. he pinches your side again.

“smart ass.” he settles, and it’s quiet again. but you find that snuggling close to him like this makes your eyelids a bit heavier. you hope he doesn’t notice how your arms slowly creep up to his side to settle there, but you doubt it considering the quiet breath he draws in as soon as you do.

“ ‘s somethin’ keeping you up then ?” you don’t know why he’s insisted on whispering again.

you you want to say, “just..stuff.” you whisper back. “i’m surprised you’re still awake, though. considering you zonk out at like—six.”

“no i don’t, you fuckin’ liar. m’not a fuckin’ grade schooler.” katsuki snaps. you giggle, knowing your next words will absolutely piss him off.

“right, my bad..seven then.”

katsuki doesn’t respond and instead decides to use all his might to try and crush your spine, squeezing you tight, oh so tightly between those huge pro hero muscles as you shriek and wheeze out puffs of laughter. he stops after you claw at him some, muttering a quiet “fuckin’ brat.” under his breath. “stop dodgin’ my question, hate when you do that.”

you sigh as he loosens his grip, feeling your heart pounding. katsuki had been your best friend for years, and you’d loved him since forever, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell him. you’d been thinking about this for years now. you could do this !

and when you look up he’s already looking down at you and that’s when you decide…

nope ! you always had tomorrow !

(except in your field, tomorrow is never guaranteed, but you decide to not think about that too hard right now.)

“no, it’s nothing. honest.” you smile to yourself when you hear your katsuki scoff in response. you tuck yourself into his chest selfishly “why we’re you up anyway ?”

“..couldn’t fall asleep either, i guess.” he responds, clearing his throat.

“something keeping you awake, then ?” you parrot. but he doesn’t laugh like you expect or even roll his eyes.

he looks off into space for a few seconds and then back at you, like he’d done before. katsuki had always been a phenomenon that managed to grab—to steal would be a better choice of words—anybody’s attention. he didn’t ask for you to pay attention to him, he’d always commanded it. that’s how you ended up being his friend all those years ago and that’s certainly how you ended up here.

he’s the one looking down at you, searching for you yet you feel like you’d always be drawn to him no matter what.

“just…stuff.” he parrots. he’s still staring so intently. so pretty.

“what stuff ?” you insist, your eyes itch a bit because you don’t want to blink yet, you don’t want to miss his eyes yet.

katsuki squints, you don’t know if he doesn’t want to blink either or if he thinks this is a competition.

“you stuff.”

and that makes you blink, you catch his lips twitch like he’s holding back a smile. clearly, he thinks he’s won.

“..me stuff ?”

he has the nerve to roll his eyes. his arms around you squeeze “you’re on my mind, shit stain.”

and despite his rude nickname, despite the way your nose scrunches at him your heart throbs and beats so hard you feel it in the tips of your fingers. you grip the material of his shirt to try and keep a semblance of composure.

“so…i’m keeping you awake then ?”

“took you a while to figure that one out.” he sasses, obviously embarrassed he looks away. you take the opportunity to press a giddy kiss to his cheek, right on top of his scar.

you pull back just enough to see how his eyes widen, it’s his turn to grip onto you now.

“what a coincidence, i’ve been thinking about the same thing.”

it’s completely quiet for a moment. katsuki slowly blinks at you as he computes what just happened.

“...you’ve been thinkin’ about yourself?”

“about you, you absolute doofus—!” your laughter is cut off by your best friend eagerly pressing his lips to yours.

despite being allergic to pollen, BAKUGO KATSUKI spends most of valentine’s day at the flower shop downtown. despite the itch in his throat and despite the sting in his eyes, he refuses to leave.

his fingers twitch as he reaches for a bouquet. would you like roses? too cliche. sunflowers? too tacky. what the hell are peonies, and why do there have to be so many options to choose from?

he exhales sharply through his nose (bad idea, now he’s sneezing too) as he stomps over to the counter.

he grumbles at the florist, rubbing aggressively at the bridge of his nose. “what do you recommend for..” his voice dips, almost like he’s embarrassed, “..someone you like?”

the old woman behind the counter smiles knowingly. “that depends,” she hums, closing the register. “what do you like about her?”

his mouth opens — then snaps shut. his face heats up. he hates this. but he hates the idea of letting you down even more.

“she’s, uh..” he looks away, jaw tightening as he tries not to sneeze again. “she’s a pain in the ass.”

the florist blinks.

katsuki scoffs, gaze drifting while he’s deep in thought. “she’s loud, annoying, never shuts up.” his voice softens slightly. “but she’s.. nice. laughs like a fuckin’ idiot. and-” he clenches his fists. looks up. “-she likes flowers. a lot.”

the woman chuckles, already putting together a bouquet. “sounds like you’ve got it bad, kid.” katsuki scowls, but doesn’t argue.

by the time he leaves, gift in hand, his allergies are destroying him. his eyes are puffy, nose red, and he feels like absolute shit. but when he sees the look on your face later that day, the way you light up as he stands on your doorstep — none of that seems to matter.

NEWLYWEDS

pairing. bakugo x fem! reader

fluff, married life ig, i headcanon bakugo as a snorer, crack.

Being married to Katsuki Bakugo was no different than dating him, truly, only the title changed.

You’d still bicker over the silliest and smallest things.

Like right now, for example.

Katsuki was asleep next to you. His hands were wrapped snuggly around your waist as you watched your favorite movie before dozing off to sleep.

You tried to ignore it, you really did. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

You sighed and tapped Katsuki once, then twice. He groaned quietly, opening one of his fiery red eyes tiredly to look at you. “What, woman?” He spoke groggily.

“Can you stop snoring….?” You whispered. “The hell? I don’t snore.” He replied grumpily, this time, propping himself on his elbows to glare at you tiredly. “Yes, you do!” You shot back and sat up slightly. “I can’t even hear my damn movie, Katsuki.”

“Whatever, just turn it up.” He dismissed with a grunt, pulling you back into his arms and nuzzling into your chest.

“No, ‘cause then you’ll get mad at me for not letting you sleep.”

“Woman, you’re not letting me sleep either way!” He growled and gave your side a pinch. You gasped and swatted his hand away, deciding to turn the movie off and settling comfortably in his protective arms.

Minutes passed and the bedroom was silent, only the sounds of breathing could be heard. You were slowly drifting off to sleep when—

“Katsuki…” You poked him, whispering.

“What?” He groaned, his voice being muffled against your shirt.

“You’re snoring, I can’t sleep.” You poked him again.

He grumbled, pulling you closer to his body before replying, “For the last time, woman, I don’t snore.”

“Yes you do, that’s literally why I can’t sleep.” You said matter-of-factly to which he scoffed. “Yeah? Then prove it.” He spoke, his eyes still closed.

You groaned into the darkness. “What am I supposed to do, record you?”

“Sure, make it your damn ringtone while you’re at it. Maybe that’ll shut you up.” He smirked lazily, hugging you tighter.

You could only blink in response, the audacity this man had! However, you bit back a laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah? And you’re still awake, so whose fault is that?”

You shook your head, smiling and snuggling into him, wrapping your arms around him lazily again. “Whatever, just let me sleep.”

“G’night, dumbass.” He murmured, pressing a gentle, lazy kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep….and snoring again.

You sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tonight was going to be a loooong night.

TITLE: lights will guide you home

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Soul-lights aren’t as common in this day and age as they were in the past, before quirks, but they’re common enough that people do still find their soulmates.

At thirteen, you meet Bakugou Katsuki, and he lights up for you in orange and gold. You tell him he's your soulmate. He sneers and tells you that you aren't his. He makes your adolescence miserable until you part ways.

You meet again as adults, late at night, in a grocery store, over a pile of bok choy. He apologizes for how he treated you when you were children.

(In which you have a choice—to reject Bakugou's apology, reject him, or to let him show you the man he's become, to learn with him what it means to love and forgive.)

TAGS: soulmate au, trope inversion/subversion, slow burn, getting together, falling in love, fluff, aged up characters, pro-hero characters, eventual smut, mild bullying

STATUS: Ongoing

WORD COUNT: 32.3K

Chapter One: In which you meet your soulmate, and he’s nothing like you dreamed about. Chapter Two: In which you get your bok choy (mission accomplished), grapple with old feelings you have about Bakugou, and experience new ones. Chapter Three: In which you and Bakugou get coffee, and you really don't know what to make of him. Chapter Four: In which you bump into Pro-Hero Dynamight on the street, and he invites himself on your errand. Chapter Five: In which Bakugou does something nice and proves that he's grumpy not just in-person but through texts, too. Chapter Six: In which Japan thinks you're dating Pro-Hero Dynamight, and you desperately need that to not be a thing. Chapter Seven: In which Bakugou has a kitten photoshoot in your apartment. Chapter Eight: In which Bakugou continues to feed you, and you have a realization: He’s handsome, it dawns on you. It’s like wires rearrange in your head, and you can’t stop looking at him. Chapter Nine: In which you find out running away from Bakugou is a bad idea, you become a familiar face at his agency, and he finds a way, as always, to make you feel cared for. Chapter Ten: In which Bakugou says something that really bothers you, and you get sick. Chapter Eleven: In which you worry, and worry, and worry some more. And even when Bakugou does come home, things don't get better.

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please don’t ever become a stranger (whose laugh i could recognize anywhere)

k. bakugou x reader

moments in the year where katsuki realized he’s in love with you. happy new years 🤍

inspired by new years day

february 14

he’s driving you home after a date, one hand on the steering wheel, the other intertwined with yours. city lights pass through the windows in a blur, the road long enough for you to tell it’ll be a long way home.

he’s stressed, a little. you can tell by how he grips your hand, and the way he seems not totally focused on anything in particular. you still feel safe- he’s a great driver- but his inner thoughts aren’t lost on you. normally, he’s the toast of the town, and you’re right there with him. he’s aware of his reputation, and the love he gets from fans. but with fame comes the public eye, and even he isn’t immune to it.

he’s been striking out more lately. his abrasive attitude that you love isn’t always loved by everyone. his slip ups and mistakes seem to make headlines more than his achievements. its grating on him, and he hopes you don’t notice.

but you do, because thats what you do for people you love.

1. 2. 3. you squeeze his hand three times. i love you, it spells out. i’ll love you when you’re at your best and worst. no matter what.

at first, he thinks you’re just playing with his hand, crimson eyes flickering over to you and then back to the road. exactly 2 seconds later, he gets what you really mean.

1. 2. 3. 4. he grips your hand back. i love you, too. he says, without actually saying anything. i will never not love you. you’re the only person who stays for me no matter what. and for that, i love you.

unspoken words you both know to be true that night.

april 20

he doesn’t really celebrate his birthday, but his friends and colleagues always insist on it. he snarls, scoffing, finding it all pompous and unnecessary, until he sees your starry eyes planning his special day. he can’t say no to you.

he wasn’t expecting much when he unlocked the door to his apartment. he had a feeling you’d throw him a surprise party, but he didn’t think you’d gather his old classmates in his home to celebrate with him.

he’s stunned for a moment, until his lips curve into a begrudging smile. a room full of people, on his birthday, and the first person he looks for is you.

“thanks, dumbass.” he murmurs, a few drinks in while his arm finds your waist. his smile is like sunshine, though you rarely see it when its genuine. you pretend not to notice the ‘ews’ and laughs from your peers when he presses a long kiss to your cheek.

he has work tomorrow morning. he’ll definitely regret drinking as much as he did. he decides he’ll take an advil and get it over with.

he knows how much he’s loved you from the moment he entered that party. he realizes it more when you call in for him the next day, his hangover palpable, with you by his side.

“you didn’t have to do that.” he groans, but he isn’t annoyed. its a little embarrassing being taken care of, but he isn’t complaining when its with you.

“its just one day, babe.” you hum, holding his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. “you deserved the break.”

“pro-heroes don’t get breaks.” he adds.

“okay… but i missed you.” you smile a little, trying to win him over.

you already have.

june 26

katsuki is used to criminal activity. when he hears about it, he keeps a level head and a resting bitch face, ready to deal with whatever comes his way. all that rationality is thrown out the window when he hears you had been caught up in it and injured.

he runs through every medic, frantically searching for you like his life depends on it. he’s imagining every worst case scenario, heart beating out of his chest and snapping at anyone who asks whats wrong.

“katsuki!” you finally call out to him. he turns and is relieved to see you’ve only managed a broken arm. the sigh of relief that leaves his lips is a testament to how much he cares, arms wrapping around you, not giving a single fuck who sees.

“are you okay, idiot? are you hurt anywhere else?” his eyes scan you for injuries. you physically have to cup his face and bring his attention back to whats important: you’re okay. and so is he.

“i’m fine.” you almost laugh, savouring his rare moment of vulnerability. he has things to do, reporters to talk to and damage to control, but you’re the priority right now. you’re what he loves the most.

you never know how much you care until you think you’re going to lose it.

september 12

being a gruff, muscular, powerful hero, katsuki think’s he’s too strong for panic attacks. he’s also wrong.

he hopes you’re in a deep enough sleep not to notice his pacing. to him, the room is on fire, only the smoke is invisible and only he can feel the flame.

his breathing picks up, pains in his chest while the tremors set in. his heart races, nauseous and sweating while he tries to get his bearings. all of his heroes die all alone, just like he will.

“just breathe.”

he’s commanded by you, not even realizing you woke up. he feelings your touch on him, taking his hand and placing it overtop your chest. he wants to ask you when you woke up, or for how long you’ve been watching him, but he can’t seem to ground himself enough for that.

“its okay, kats.” you coo, pulling him into a hug, as if shielding him from his own anxiety. “just breathe. you’re safe here.”

he can save you from villains and threats, be your knight in shining armour, your hero. you, on the other hand, can save him from himself. and thats the moment he knows he’ll love you for as long as he breathes. even if you were to one day become a stranger to him- his heart would recognize you anywhere.

december 31st - 5 minutes to midnight

there’s glitter on the floor, polaroids tossed around lazily. kirishima’s annual new years party wouldn’t be complete without you and your boyfriend, katsuki, in attendance. people drink and blast music, reminiscing on this past year. in just 5 minutes, the world would begin again.

he could be with his friends, drunk on love, laughter, and booze. he could relish in the fame of his success and achievements. but all of that seems so small, so trivial, when he sees you out on the balcony, alone.

“idiot?” he peers out, seeing you leaning over the railing, looking out at the stars. “what’re you doing out here? everyone’s gonna start counting down.”

“hey.” you hum as he walks over to you. his arm so naturally finds its way around your waist, like it belongs there. loving you is like breathing for him.

“you know 5 years ago today, you just graduated.” you reminisce, watching his red eyes grow contemplative.

“yeah? so?” he utters, not getting your point.

“nothing, just… so many people spend new years focusing on whats ending. and thats good. i just… when i look at you, katsuki… i think of my future.”

his heart swells at that.

“damn it, idiot.” he huffs, forehead resting against yours, a dumb smile on his face. “my life has been better with you. everything has been better since you.”

you both hear the sounds of cheering, counting down to midnight. time ceases when katsuki looks at you, whole centuries passing when he holds your gaze. you melt his tough exterior and the ashes of his ambition. you become his dreams, his everything.

“10!”

“i never want you to be a stranger, ever.”

“9!”

“i wanna laugh with you for the rest of my life.”

“8!”

“i wanna hold on to every memory with you.”

“7!”

“this is so fucking corny.”

“6!”

“i know, i don’t care.”

“5!”

“i’d spend all my midnights with you.”

“4!”

“and all my new years days.”

“you hate cleaning up after parties, though.”

“i can’t hate anything when its with you. i love you, [y/n].”

“i love you too, katsuki.”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

january 1st

the truth is, he has always known he’s loved you. he’s never needed the reminder, like its the one sure thing in his life. for as long as he lives, he’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day.