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maybe one where the reader comforts him after he has a nightmare ?

sometimes, katsuki had nightmares.

they weren't entirely obvious at first. there were days where you noticed he had bags under his eyes, but he always gruffly brushed them off as being a result of pro-hero work. the lingering sense of unease and way he startled easily in the mornings were also something you were wary of, but he told you he was just tired from his patrols. you were concerned, but there wasn't really anything you could do about it if it was related to hero work. and you trusted him to tell you if it ever became too much for him.

but he never did, and you soon realized he'd been lying to you.

one night, when you were both tucked comfortably in your shared bed, you woke up for no reason whatsoever. you were curled on your side, facing the dark wall, wondering why you had blinked yourself awake. you could feel the warmth of katsuki's body besides you, hear the way he steadily breathed in and out, in and out. it was comforting, listening to him, and you eventually found yourself drifting back off into your dreams.

that is, until katsuki jerked abruptly in his sleep.

your eyes snapped open, his body jostling yours as his arm twitched by his side. you blinked blearily and turned your head around to peer at him, wondering if he was awake or not. what you saw made you sit up slightly, shifting around so you could hover gently over his face.

his eyebrows were scrunched up, angled towards his hairline. his lips were tugged downwards in a frown, trembling almost minutely in a way that made your chest hurt. the angles of his cheeks glistened in the dewy lighting of the moon. your breathing nearly stopped as you watched his expression, the way his eyes squeezed tight.

"katsuki," you whispered softly, quietly, as you ran your fingers along his cheeks, tracing his smooth skin. he didn't respond, still tensed up even as you dried his face and started running a hand through his spiky hair. you could see the way one of his hands gripped onto the white sheets of your bed, straining the material. you were starting to worry, a troublesome little thing that manifested itself in the depths of your heart.

he made a choked sound then, and you hushed him gently, shifting up so you could hold his face in your palms. you could see beads of sweat starting to gather on his forehead, smell that familiar burnt caramel scent of his quirk. his body jerked again, muscles of his arms coiling dangerously as he muttered something undecipherable. your thumbs roamed along the skin under his eyes, collecting the tears that'd still gathered there.

"katsu," you tried again, louder this time, when his expression didn't smooth over. his breathing was starting to pick up, and you leaned closer, noses nearly touching as you drummed at his cheeks with your fingers. "katsuki."

his eyes snapped open, hands shooting up to grab at your wrists. his palms were hot and for a split second, you were frozen, watching as his gaze latched onto your own. you could tell he was still chasing away the remnants of his dream, his pupils tiny as he stared up at you unseeingly.

"what-" he choked out, blinking a few times before you saw his pupils dilate. his eyebrows relaxed only a smidgen, hands gripping onto you for dear life.

"baby," you said quietly, still wiping away the tears on his face. "what's wrong?"

he did nothing but look at you, tracing over the planes of your cheeks with his eyes. there was something about the way he stared at you, something vulnerable in the way he nearly appeared to be relying on your touch, your gaze, to cement him to the world. his hands relaxed around your wrists, holding them in a loose manner. he exhaled slowly.

"s'nothin'," he soon grunted out, closing his eyes. his head eased back into the pillow beneath him. you frowned, though he could not see it. he just looked so tired, you noticed, exhaustion lining his features and making him seem like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"it's not nothing," you told him, letting go of his face at last and slipping your wrists from his hold. his eyes opened again at the loss of your touch, crimson gaze following you as you shifted so you could lay back down on your side, facing him. "wanna talk about it?"

he looked like he was contemplating it for a second, staring up at the ceiling that danced with the fickle shadows of night. like this, his hair looked almost ghostly, framed with moonlight from the open window of your shared room.

when he simply shook his head, you nodded, letting yourself sink back down completely into the blankets and pillows. he immediately rolled over onto his side, throwing a heavy arm over your waist. you took that as a sign to shift closer, nestling your face into his chest as he buried his nose into your hair.

"you know i'm always here if you need me, right?" you whispered into his torso, your arm wrapping around him so you could hold him tighter. closer. you pretended not to notice the way his grip around you increased, as though if he so willed it, he could meld your body into his forever.

"yeah," he whispered back just as quietly, burrowing himself further into everything that made up you. "i know."

read this if you want something similar to this request!

Bakugou who invites you over for dinner for mother's day. You are shown a bunch of baby photots, seeing a bunch of keep sakes- the whole bit. But was most important was his room, it was literally if you took his personality and painted a room with it. From top to bottom you could pretty much guess everything about him, his aspirations- his loves his dislikes- everything. And he didn't mind sharing them with you, at all.

Sometimes I just think abt this official art, y'know?

Mean Tweets Pro Heros edition (Pro Heros read mean tweets)

Ochako: Uravity looks like the 23 year old substitute teacher that cries because she can't get the class to quiet down.

Ochako: . . .

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Denki: I swear to God I wanna shove my foot up Chargebolt's haNg 10 dUde California surfer ass so bad, like stfu PLEASE

Denki: [laughs]

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Katsuki: @Dynamite looks and sounds like a pomeranian getting his anal glands expressed at the vet.

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Momo: why tf would anyone choose Creati as a hero name, unless you were a pornstar on the side??

Momo: [looks at the camera confused]

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Tsuyu: Hearing @Froppy talk is probably what it feels like to have your butt plugged

Tsuyu:

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Kyouka, chuckling: @Earphone Jack looks like what happens when nipple piercings grow a body and personality.

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Ejirou: Red Riot looks like he picks up girls at gyms and dog parks

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Hanta: Cellophane is probably that uncle your mom tells you not to be alone with at family gatherings,with that [breaks into laughter] creepy ass chucky doll smile

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Mina: I hope you all have a good weekend!

Mina, laughing: Except for you @Pinky f*ck you.

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Aizawa: Eraserhead probably smells like cat piss.

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Shouto: Why does @Shouto look like the kid that deepthroats water fountains at the local park and school

Shouto: That's very unsanitary, and I always brought my own water bottle.

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Izuku: This one's, quite lengthy.

Izuku, reading: F*ck you, @Deku. You ugly piece of sh*t turtle looking divorced 40 year old soccer mom broccoli looking ass. . .

[camera zooms out to see Katsuki standing next to Deku with arms crossed lip syncing everything he reads]

Izuku: cunt f*cking motherf*cker, alien trying to act natural looking ass, clapping when the plane lands, mom said it's my turn to play on the xbox looking p*ssy ass bitch. F*ck you

Izuku, looking at Katsuki: . . .

Katsuki: [grins]

homophobic 😧❓ /j

I'm gay, Todoroki. And in love with Momo. Sorry.

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Guess there’s a new person to add to my list

lowkey fuck casual shifting???

like, no, i don’t want to skim the surface, i want to plunge.

i want history, but not in the "oh, i saw marie antoinette at versailles" way. i want to stand in the french court and know, with visceral certainty, that the air reeks of sweat and powdered wigs and impending doom.

i want love, but not the diet coke variety. i want it unfiltered, unpasteurised, the kind that ruins lives and gets greek tragedies written about it.

i don’t want to dabble in magic like it’s a weekend hobby, i want to be crowned in a kingdom that runs on blood oaths and prophecy. i want to ride a dragon. i want to be a disney princess. i want to be a hollywood star with 5 oscars. i want to be a cartoon character. i want to be spiderman. i want to see hogwarts. i want EVERYTHING.

casual shifting is like ordering a steak well done. it’s like going to rome and eating at mcdonald’s. it’s like watching succession and thinking logan roy just needed therapy. no, i want the whole thing. i want to be scorched by it.

take care part 3 (katsuki bakugo imagines)

read part one here!

read part two here!

As much as he was enjoying the hug, Bakugo pulled away from y/n while maintaining a hold on her shoulders.

“We’re gonna be okay, okay?” he said, stroking her wet cheeks with his palms. “Now you’re gonna go take a bath and I’ll clean up out here.”

“Trying to tell me that I stink, Bakugo?” She said, cracking a smile. “Oh definitely, smelling absolutely atrocious,” He ruffled her hair while he spoke, “But i’m serious, go it’ll help you feel better.”

She nodded her head, turned and walked slowly towards the direction of her bedroom. Bakugo let his eyes linger on her for a moment before he turned to the couch.

“Alright let’s do this.”

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y/n walked into the bedroom and immediately sighed at its appearance. Clothes were everywhere, her bed had not been made in days, cups scattered on the bedside table and it disappointed her. She was also embarrassed. It was one thing for her to see herself like this but it was another for Bakugo, the ultimate clean freak, to see her this way. Trying not to dwell too much on that, she grabbed a clean towel from the closet and made her way into the bathroom swearing rather loudly when she hit her knee on the cupboard that had been left carelessly open the night before. 

As she submerged herself in the tub, she was not sure what to think of. Preferably something that would not raise her stress levels. The past two weeks of being emotionally distraught? No definitely not, he did not deserve any more of her attention. She could not waste any more tears on him. Her job? Also a big no, she already applied for two weeks off of work without payment following the disastrous apartment visit. No no no don’t think about the apartment visit, we are not thinking about the stupid stupid stupid apartment visit. 

Y/n let out a long groan and slapped her forehead. She needed to get herself together. But it was hard, she could not deny that. They were together for 3 years and they had known each other since her first year at UA. Break ups in relationships are understandable and they happen, she was not hurt over the fact that they broke up. She was hurt, miserable, annoyed, embarrassed and every possible negative emotional adjective known to man because she had not expected them to break up for that reason. She did not expect to be treated that way by someone that she was amazing friends with for 2 years. He was never like that when they were friends, when did the switch happen? Did she do something? She did not think that she did. maybe she did and she just could not remember. Maybe the fact that she could not remember did indeed make her a bad girlfriend.

“Are you okay in there?” Bakugo’s voice gratefully interrupted her thoughts. She had started crying again and she did not realise until she attempted to speak and there was a lump in her throat. 

“Ah yea, I’m okay.” she swore aggressively internally as her voice broke atrociously when she responded. Traitor, now he would know that she was lying. 

“Very convincing. I commend you for your effort. Just making sure you’re still alive.” She slid out of the tub as she listened to him. He was outside of the door and she felt oddly comforted by the fact that he was not overloading her by overly positive platitudes and advice. She did not want to hear that it happened for a reason or that it was for the best or that she would be okay. She just wanted someone to listen to her as she complained to the universe about everything she had been keeping in.

“I’ll see you when you get out okay, y/n” He spoke up once again as she had forgotten to respond because she was inspecting her appearance in the mirror. She once again felt embarrassed because if she looked like this after a bath, she could not imagine how she looked when she opened up the door to greet Bakugo. Her bags were defined, her lips were cracked and no no she could not keep looking. She went into the bedroom and tried to find some clean but decent clothes.

After donning a pair of sweats and a close fitting white wife beater, she walked out of the bedroom. She was not sure what to expect when Bakugo said that he would “clean up” but it was not this. It was either that she took a ridiculously long time to take a bath and get dressed (very possible, she tended to lose track of time when she started to cry) or Bakugo was an efficient cleaner (also very possible as she has answered multiple phone calls from Kirishima when he was hiding because Bakugo was a cleaning spree). Bakugo had opened up all the windows in the apartment, her floor was clear of all the boxes and clothes that had previously littered in, the clothes were folded neatly in a corner on her couch and if she listened faintly she could hear the washing machine whirling in the background. He was currently standing in her kitchen washing the dishes that were in the sink. She could now understand Kirishima’s jokes about Bakugo being a clean freak.

Oh no. Kirishima.

She had ditched her phone after that visit which means she had not spoken to him since before they broke up. She had to find it, she had to apologize for her absence. Why did she make one decision for her best benefit but everything else in her life was falling apart? Would he understand? Yea she was upset about the break up but she did not think it justified the fact that she basically ghosted him for two weeks. Oh, her cheeks were wet again.

Bakugo was also holding her shoulders again. When did that happen?

“Hey hey hey, what happened? Why are we crying?”

Why couldn’t she find her words? Why couldn’t her stupid throat word? Why couldn’t the stupid lump in her throat disappear?

“I- Have you seen my phone? I gotta talk to Ei, I gotta message him. I haven’t spoken to him and you said that Jason spoke to him, i don’t want him to hate me-”

“Y/N! Look at me! You gotta calm down.” He guided her towards the couch and squatted in front of her. “I plugged your phone in to charge when I was clearing up. And don’t worry about Eijiro, he doesn’t hate you or anything like that but he is worried. Just don’t worry about it okay, he just wants to know that you’re okay. He’ll be on a break around 11, we can give him a call then, okay? He can never hate you. You were going through a rough time and he’s going to understand your absence. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Y/N said, attempting to dry her cheeks with her palms. “Thanks for clearing up the apartment. I could have helped, you know?”

Bakugo laughed, returning to the sink.

“That defeats the purpose of me helping you. Besides, I don’t mind. You need to rest either way.”

Her guilt about him doing these things for her had begun to eat away at her slowly. Y/N got up from the couch and sauntered over to help Bakugo. As she reached for the plate to pack away, Bakugo swatted at her wrist.

“Now do tell me, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Y/N looked at him and tilted her head slightly to the side, “Uh-helping?”

“Funny, that doesn’t sound remotely close to the word ‘rest’ to me.” Bakugo said, flicking her forehead with his wet finger, “And I don’t need your help, go lay on the couch or something. Whatever you do you should rest, I can tell from your eyes that you haven’t been sleeping.”

Y/N flushed and looked at the floor. He was right if she was able to get 4 hours of sleep continuously in one night then that was a lot. The idea of being plagued by the apartment visit nightly was enough to avoid sleep in her opinion but if she planned on returning to work anytime soon she needed to sleep.

“I can just sleep tonight,” she said trying to think of an excuse, “I’d be a bad host if you came over and I just slept the day away.”

Bakugo turned around and leaned against the sink. She took a few minutes to take in his presence. His black tee which hugged his upper body and left the effects of his training very clear to a curious onlooker. His matching black jeans hung precariously on his hips. He looked good. She had to be blind to deny it. Her eyes raked up to his face where he was wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

“You would be a great host if you listened to your guest. Your guest would be very happy if you laid down on your bed and slept for hours in the double digits.” He said placing his hands on your shoulder and began to steer Y/N towards her bedroom.

As he got closer towards the bedroom, her heart began to race. Her bedroom was not suitable for sleep and it was far from presentable to be viewed by Bakugo. There was only so much embarrassment concerning her little depression episode that she could tolerate in one day.

“Wait, no, we can’t go into my room.”

“What’s wrong with your room?”

Y/N did not think that she had ever looked at her floor this much in a single day.

“It’s not, it’s not presentable and I haven’t been able to clean it up.”

“Oh I see,” Bakugo said, and wrinkled his nose. “I can go in, or you whichever you prefer, and grab a few pillows and blankets and you can sleep on the couch. You should be comfortable there for a nap right?  If you’re okay with it, when you’re asleep I can clean your room. I promise I’ll be respectful and I won’t stare at anything.”

Y/N was caught off guard. She had not expected him to volunteer so quickly to clean up her room. She expected him to say something along the lines of promising to sleep when he left or just sleeping on the bare couch. In her head, she felt herself unconsciously comparing the actions to Jason. Bakugo did not judge her for the appearance of her apartment, he cleaned it without being asked and he had not ridiculed her about it. Not once. The difference felt foreign. It was here that she realised that she was only embarrassed about it because she expected him to ridicule her and just, well, be a dick about it. Like Jason would have.

“Y/N? Did I say something wrong?”

“No no, I’m just. I didn’t expect you to say that. I’ll go grab the pillows and stuff and I’d appreciate it if you did help with the room it’d help out a lot. Only if you want to.” Y/N said wagging her finger in his face, “Did you hear me? Only if you want to.”

Bakugo flashed her a toothy smile. “And I do want to. Now go grab your stuff, I’ll be on the couch.”

And there he was when she came back. He was sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. His phone was quickly abandoned after Bakugo realised she had re-entered the room. 

“Hey you ready to pass out for the entire day?” he said as she slumped down next to him on the couch. Their shoulders and knees gently touch. The small touches were gently comforting to her. He was there and had been there for her. It was nice. His presence was nice.

“You sound like you’re about to knock me out with a pillow.”

“I will do what needs to be done.” Bakugo said, throwing his arms up over the top of the couch. He turned his head to look at her and y/n mimicked his action. His eyes were nice. Were they always that nice?

Amidst her thoughts, he got up and started arranging the pillows on the couch. He gestured towards it for her to lie down and she obediently obliged. Bakugo brought the blanket up over her shoulders and squatted down to face her.

“Now sleep, I’ll be doing something to keep myself busy whenever my host wakes up.”

“Can you lie down with me?”

Her own words shocked her. Their impulsiveness. Their rash nature. The silence that hung in the room after she said it.

“Never mind forget that I said anything.”

He flicked her forehead once again. 

“You could’ve at least given me a chance to respond. But yea i will scoot over.” Bakugo said getting up and pulling her up with him. He laid down on the couch and opened his arms to hug her. Timidly, y/n moulded herself into him. Her head resting on his chest, her arms clutching his midsection as his arms held her securely at the waist. It was nice. His presence was nice.

“Now get some sleep.” Bakugo said gently, and y/n closed her eyes. After what appeared to be a moment of contemplation on his part, his hold on her waist tightened and he gently kissed her forehead. It was the last thing she remembered feeling before her exhaustion took over. 

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