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Closest match: Culicoides sonorensis genome assembly, scaffold: scaffold117 Common name: Biting midge

"wah—katsuki !! don't, i—don't smell good !" you whine, like that would stop him. you were unfortunately already used to his antics. you'd come to pick him up early at the airport and hadn't bothered putting on any perfume or anything.

and of course, it doesn't stop him. he growls, arms tightening around you threatening to melt into your ribs. he even nudges his nose even harder, moving into your pulse point and his hair tickling your ear.

"shush, stop squirming—don't move. i wanna smell you."

you groan at his lack of shame. "you're way too blunt about this."

"don't know why i'd have anything to be embarrassed about. wanna smell mine. missed you." he says, mumbling the last time just a little bit quieter. but since he's like, pressed to you you had no problem hearing his words and sigh. "y'smell good.." he adds.

a/n: katsuki can stay mad at a lot of people for a long time. you are most certainly not one of them.

“come here.”

there was no frustration or annoyance in his voice, breaking the tense silence between the two of you as you stood on opposite sides of the kitchen. the words he spoke were soft and calmer than they were just moments ago, and you knew he was putting in careful effort to keep it that way.

you stood there watching him for a few seconds, quiet. he couldn't read the warring emotions on your face as the two of you held eye contact, and for a moment, katsuki was so afraid that you weren't going to come to him—that you were going to turn around and leave him standing there alone with his arms open. that you would leave the argument unfinished, unresolved.

his worries disappeared, however, when you crossed the gap and stepped into his waiting arms. you breathed in his familiar scent as you wrapped your arms around him. he did the same as he buried his face in your hair and closed his eyes. he took a long, deep breath.

you were the first to speak. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have yelled at you."

your voice was muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but his heart gave a squeeze nonetheless. you could feel his head shake against yours, one of his hands moving up and down your back.

"don't apologize," he mumbled, his voice equally as hushed. "i'm the one who came in annoyed. you did nothing wrong. it's just—" he took another deep, steadying breath. "it's been a long day. for both of us."

you hummed against him, not moving from your spot in his chest. "still, it wasn't right for me to yell back at you. i should've given you space when you came in."

katsuki frowned at that, pulling back just enough to look at you as his hands slid down to your waist. "space? why the hell do you think i'd need space from you?" he asked, brows furrowed.

you avoided eye contact, choosing instead to focus on a loose string from the hem of his shirt. katsuki stared at you for a moment before taking your hands in his.

"hey, look at me," he said. again, his voice carried no hint of anger or annoyance at your actions, just gentle reassurance. "you are the one person i will never—ever—need space from, you hear me?"

you knew this tone of voice. it was one he only ever used for you. katsuki wasn't a liar, you knew that—especially not when speaking like this.

he waited silently, watching you nod your head. he pulled you close again, kissing the top of your head.

"i love you, okay? today was long, and...and i shouldn't have yelled, but i never need space from you, alright?" he kissed your head again. "so don't think like that."

you closed your eyes, feeling his chest rumble as he spoke.

"i love you, too, kats." you leaned your head up. "can we go to bed now?"

you smiled at the chuckle he let out, feeling his body reverberate again. he gave you a squeeze, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"for fucks sake, yes please. i'm exhausted." he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then smiled at you.

"no more arguing, okay? not worth arguing over stupid shit like this, anyway. not with you."

"oh, so you'd argue with someone else over stupid shit?" you teased.

he bit back a smile. "shut up. you know what i mean. no more fighting."

you smiled, kissing him. when you pulled back, he swore he could see the stars.

"no more fighting," you concluded, feeling contentment wash over the both of you.

the average human lifespan globally is 70+ years

taking the threshold of adulthood as 18, you are likely to spend at least 52 years as a fully grown adult

at the age of 30 you have lived less than one quarter of your adult life (12/52 years)

'middle age' is typically considered to be between 45-65

it is extremely common to switch careers, start new relationships, emigrate, go to college for the first or second time, or make other life-changing decisions in middle age

it's wild that I even have to spell it out, but older adults (60+) still have social lives and hobbies and interests.

you can still date when you get old. you can still fuck. you can still learn new skills, fashionable, be competitive. you can still gossip, you can still travel, you can still read. you can still transition. you can still come out.

young doesn't mean peaked. you're inexperienced in your 20s! you're still learning and practicing! you're developing social skills and muscle memory that will last decades!

Hating Loving You

You were convinced Bakugo Katsuki hated your guts. There was no other explanation for his behavior.

Every time you walked into the room, his scowl deepened. His sharp crimson eyes would narrow in your direction like you were an annoying fly buzzing around his head. He never spoke to you unless it was absolutely necessary, and when he did, his words were clipped, laced with irritation. And God forbid if you ever so much as glanced in his direction during training—he’d immediately roll his eyes and turn away like the mere sight of you was offensive.

You didn’t understand it. You had never done anything to him. You were polite, you treated him just as you treated everyone else, and you even cheered for him during matches, just like you did for all of your classmates. And yet, whenever you so much as breathed near him, he acted like he wanted to launch you into the sun.

But what you didn’t see—what everyone else saw—was the way Bakugo Katsuki’s hands clenched into fists whenever someone else made you laugh. How his jaw ticked when Kaminari slung an arm over your shoulders, or how his explosions became just a little too aggressive when you excitedly talked to Kirishima after a sparring session.

You didn’t notice how he always ended up standing near you, even when he had no reason to. How he was the first one to react when you got hurt during training, barking at Recovery Girl to hurry up, his hands twitching with barely restrained worry. How his gaze softened—just a fraction—whenever he caught sight of you, before he quickly masked it with another scowl.

You missed how he always made sure you had a seat near him during meals, even if it meant glaring at someone else until they moved. Or how he always paired up with you during exercises, grumbling under his breath but never once letting you get the short end of the stick. How he paid attention to the little things—your favorite snacks mysteriously appearing in the dorm common room, your training gear always being placed neatly on your side of the locker room instead of in a messy pile.

You were oblivious to the way his ears turned pink whenever you smiled at him, to the way he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away quickly, afraid of letting you see the effect you had on him.

But the rest of the class saw it.

“Oh my God, she has no clue,” Kaminari groaned one afternoon, watching as you waved cheerfully at Bakugo, only to receive an aggressive scoff in response. “How is she this blind?”

“She probably thinks he actually hates her,” Mina whispered back, snickering when Bakugo’s eye twitched at your obliviousness.

“She’s an idiot,” Bakugo muttered under his breath, scowling as you turned back to your conversation with Jirou. But the scowl didn’t reach his eyes, not really.

Sick Katsuki, who stayed in his room, texting Kirishima for notes and ignoring you. There was no way he’d get you sick, and he knew for a fact that if you found out about his current state you’d try to help, and before you know it you too would be feverish. That was an absolute no.

Sick Katsuki, who instead had Mina keep you busy, sending her money to spend on you all around town. Mina of course did her job perfectly, with the singular issue that once you got back you came up to Katsukis dorm to show him all the stuff you’d gotten that day.

Sick Katsuki, who tried to act normal when you did, but couldn’t really hide his extra hoarse voice and glassy eyes. Every time you questioned why he wasn’t at class, he just deflected and said he didn’t feel like going. You knew him too well for that.

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

• MDNI!! (18+)

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Bakugou had never had a real girlfriend before you. Sure, he’d kissed a few girls, gotten a handjob or two—hell, maybe even gone down on someone once—but sex? That was something he never cared to try. Not until you.

The moment he finally had you, it was over. Katsuki was insatiable. Obsessed. A damn addict. If he wasn’t thinking about touching you, he was already doing it. Sneaking into your dorm when everyone else was asleep just to have you, only to wake you up hours later for another round before first period. He didn’t give a damn if you were tired—his hands were already pulling you close, lips pressing against your ear as he growled something filthy about how much he needed you.

Study sessions? Yeah, those were a joke. He’d start with his books open, acting like he gave a shit, but the second you leaned in too close or bit your lip in concentration, they were forgotten. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the desk, one hand gripping your hip, the other covering your mouth to muffle your moans.

Skipping training? It started as an accident—one missed session because he was too busy pinning you to his bed, your fingers tangled in his hair as he lost himself in you. Then once turned into twice, and before he knew it, he was making excuses to Kirishima, shrugging off practice like it wasn’t a big deal. After all, he had a new favorite way to work up a sweat.

And in between classes? During lunch? If he could find an empty space—an unused classroom, a janitor’s closet, even the back of the school building—he was taking advantage of it. It didn’t matter if you whined about getting caught, he’d just smirk, pressing you against the wall and murmuring,

“Then you better keep quiet, sweetheart.”

whipped k. bakugo

in which bakugo has to try how whipped he is when around his friends

notes gn reader , fluff

bakugo looked away with the roll of his eyes when you gave him that cute wave, a bright smile gracing your gorgeous face. he huffed when his friends noticed the light pink that dusted his cheeks at your greeting. even more annoyingly, you decided to take that opportunity to walk over to him. did you not know how to read social cues?

"hey, 'suki," you say with a grin as you reach his table, sero and denki snickering at the exchange.

"what do you want?" he gruffly replies, trying his best to sound annoyed (though he was desperately failing).

"just wanted to catch up with my favorite blonde," you flirt with a soft giggle.

"fuck off," he scoffs, the heat spreading up his neck as you walk off with a victorious grin, his friends mocking him brutally.

It's not on a necklace where it can snag or get pulled but somewhere else, safer. Also not as visible. But then the press gets a photo of him and someone sees it.

The pretty design on the back of the golden locket stands out. The press and his fans go crazy over it. Everyone already knows Bakugo is down bad for his wife but now there's a locket with unknown photos in it.

Bakugo chooses to ignore it till he's in an interview and gets asked "so everyone's dying to know. What's in this secret locket of yours?" A confused look comes to his face.

you’re at a bar hanging out with him and his friends, his arm draped over the back of your chair when you spot a claw machine in the far corner.

“kats!” you whisper excitedly, pointing to the machine. he gives you a crooked smile, removing his arm and following you as you scoot your chair out, nearly tripping over your own feet to make your way over to the machine.

like a little kid, you press your fingertips onto the glass, smooshing your face up against it to peer inside at the various plushies. you feel a warm presence behind you, and bakugou sidles up to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“you wanna try?” his deep voice asks, no trace of judgement in his voice.

“mhm!” you hum, bouncing.

he moves back, and you turn to face him, a grin on your face as he slips some money into your hand. as you move to familiarize yourself with the controls, he leans his hip on the side of the machine to watch, crimson eyes shining.

scanning the sea of plushies, you immediately spot a familiar one, giggling to yourself as you feed the money into the slot.

the machine whirs to life and you move the claw, biting your lip as you push the button. you watch, heart pitter-pattering as the claw lowers, getting closer and closer to scooping up the plushie you have your eye on. it grips the arm of the toy, but before it can pull it up, the claw swings to the side and the toy falls back into place.

“damn.” he says from the side, your eyes flitting to his face, surprised to see a frown and a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

you grunt in response, yet you feed another dollar in. this time, you angle it perfectly, holding your breath as the claw grabs the body of the plushie, pulling it up and dropping it down the chute.

“yes!” you cheer, jumping up a down a few times before looking towards katsuki, who lets out a chuckle before he opens his arms. you jump into them, hooking your hands behind his neck, and he swings you around a few times before putting your feet back down on the ground.

“that’s my girl.” he says lowly, a soft smile spreading across his face as he leans down to press a kiss to your hairline. “what did you get?”

you giggle, stepping away from him to kneel on the ground, pushing the door to the chute open and gently tugging the toy out. you turn and look up at him, a mischievous smile on your face before presenting it to him.

he rolls his eyes (fondly), and huffs.

“it’s you!” you exclaim, holding the dynamight plushie out for him to see. it’s surprisingly detailed, including all of the bits and bobs of his hero costume, and it even has the scar that rests under his eye.

he sighs, carding a hand through his hair, and you narrow your eyes at him, almost daring him to tell you that you can’t keep it. instead, he hikes up his eyebrows, before saying, “that cannot go in our bed, got it? i don’t wanna roll over and see that thing—me? whatever, staring with its beady eyes.”

lion head

bakugo x reader

As kids you and Bakugo didn't get along very well, but you also didn't hate each other either. It was more of a mutual understanding of leaving each other alone.

But one day as the both of you were playing in the forest, Bakugo crouched as he stared at bugs. You hovered over him, your small shadow blocking his sun.

Looking up, the light formed a halo around you, "what do you want loser." Bakugo grumbled.

Silently you thrusted an abundance of dandelions into his face, urging him to take them.

"I don't want some stupid weeds." Bakugo said, still taking the flowers from your hand. Your smile making him blush as you continued to stare at him.

"They're not weeds they're dandelions!" Your little voice answered. "Same thing. Why do I have dandelions in my hand?"" He asked, his bored expression written all over his face as he wished to go back to more entertaining things, like bug watching.

You twiddled your fingers, "They remind me of you." Bakugo's face heated up at your words, "You calling me a weed!" He tried to say, hoping to pick a fight so you wouldn't notice his blush.

"No! They mean strength, and you're the strongest person I know. Plus you look like a lion head." You add, slightly ruining your cute speech.

"Tsk whatever" Bakugo looks off to the side, embarrassed. He scooted over, before patting the floor so you can sit next to him. The both of you not caring about dirtying your clothes.

Even though he didn't care to admit, while he talked to you about his cool bugs, the flowers never left his grip.

When he went home that evening he forced his mom to put them in a vase thinking they'd grow, making her put it in his room so he could look at it.