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where needles and lovers collide , 001
, mentions of arson , post + messages , swearing , not proofread suck my butt :p
note , first part written in my car as i cry before my shift. sukuna and reader have a silly and strange relationship but like same. missing alt!sukuna so bad rn. if you think for a second that he isn't alternative and piercingless in any of my works , you are sadly mistaken. enjoy , like and reblog if you're nastyyyyy
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gojo reminds me of 2010 justin bieber
they’re literally the same person HELP
where needles and lovers collide , 001
, mentions of arson , post + messages , swearing , not proofread suck my butt :p
note , first part written in my car as i cry before my shift. sukuna and reader have a silly and strange relationship but like same. missing alt!sukuna so bad rn. if you think for a second that he isn't alternative and piercingless in any of my works , you are sadly mistaken. enjoy , like and reblog if you're nastyyyyy
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI ⭑.ᐟ A SERENE CELEBRATION, MERRY CHRISTMAS
A younger Bakugou Katsuki had always been certain of his future. At 26, he’d be a man with it all: a nice house, a career as the undisputed Number One Hero, happily married, and maybe, just maybe, a little brat on the way. That was the dream his teenage self clung to—the vision he worked tirelessly to acheive.
At 26, Bakugou stood in the middle of your shared apartment, arms crossed and staring at the half-decorated Christmas tree with a deep scowl. Strings of golden lights glimmered around the tree’s branches, lengths of ribbons are accompanied by shimmering with faux flowers, and ornaments—carefully chosen by you—hung delicately in place.
The problem? The color scheme.
“What’s wrong with red and gold?”
“It’s boring,” Bakugou grumbled. “We do red and gold every year.”
“It’s classic!” you argued, turning to face him fully. “And it matches the rest of the apartment’s decor!”
He narrowed his eyes. He could not believe that he’s having this conversation with you right now.
“We could try something new for once. Like silver and blue.”
You gasped, clutching an ornament like he’d just insulted you personally—even cursed your entire bloodline and ancestors. “Silver and blue? Are you trying to make our tree look like a corporate lobby?”
“It’d look cooler than this,” he shot back, gesturing vaguely at the warm-toned ornaments. “This looks like something out of a cheesy holiday catalog.”
“And what’s wrong with cheesy?” you challenged.
Bakugou opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn’t actually have anything against cheesy—hell, he secretly loved how excited you got during the holidays. But arguing about it? That was part of the fun, if not a branch of his quality time as a love language.
“Whatever,” he muttered, grabbing a red bauble and hanging it perfectly on the tree. “You’re just scared to try something new.”
You laughed, walking over with another ornament to decorate with. “And you’re just scared because I’m right.”
As Bakugou worked to string the lights around the higher branches, you began unpacking the remaining ornaments from your storage box. You pulled out a small, slightly worn ornament in the shape of a star and held it up with a nostalgic smile.
“Do you remember this?”
He glanced down from the tree, frowning at the star in your hand. “Should I?”
No matter how much he tries to remember, he simply couldn’t recall what made this star so special that you had to ask him if he remembers it.
It’s a star, that’s for sure. A faded one at that.
You sighed, clearly unimpressed by his lack of sentimentality. “It’s the first ornament we bought together. Back when we were... what, eighteen?”
Bakugou paused. It had been a spur-of-the-moment purchase during a rare day off from hero training.
You had somehow convinced him to go with you to wander around a Christmas market, bickering over everything from what food stalls to visit to what decorations looked “cool.” You had insisted on the star, and Bakugou—reluctantly—agreed after a heated argument about which shape of star’s better.
“Are you having a flashback monologue right now?”
That brought out a scoff from him. “Fuck no. Just remembered how you were annoying as hell that day,” he muttered.
“And you were so stubborn, god. You kept saying it was pointless to buy an ornament because I didn’t even have a tree back in my dorm.”
“Yeah, and you said, ‘It's not about the tree; it's about the tradition.’ What kinda cheesy crap was that?”
“It's true, though!” you argued, accepting his hand to place the star gently on the tree’s highest branch. “And now, look. We still have it. And now we can buy all the Christmas trees we could ever want.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
As you continued decorating, the sound of your laughter and playful arguments filled the apartment, giving it a cozy home feel. By the time the tree was finished, Bakugou begrudgingly admitted to himself that it didn’t look half bad—even if it was the same colors as last year, though a decent fortune was spent for it to not be too repetitive.
It’s a good thing his work pays well (you split the cost of decorations equally; he just says that his work pays better even if yours is a lot higher than his).
You stepped back, admiring your work with a satisfied smile. “Perfect. Now, onto the Christmas Eve menu. I was thinking we could do something light this year—maybe roasted chicken and a salad?”
Bakugou groaned, collapsing onto the couch. “Salad? On Christmas Eve? No fucking way.”
“What’s wrong with salad?”
“Is your childhood a bland mess to have salad as one of the main foods? It’s boring,” he said, sticking his tongue out at you when you gave him a pointed look. “We should make something warm and filling.”
“Okay, but you’re helping.”
“Since when did I ever leave all the cookin’ to you?”
Now that he’s 26, standing in the modest yet cozy apartment he shares with you, he realizes that dreams don’t always come in the exact shape you imagine.
Sure, he doesn’t have the massive house he once envisioned, but this apartment—filled with laughter, memories, and the faint scent of your favorite candles—is more of a home than anything his younger self could have dreamed up. The framed photos of your milestones, the shelves of books, and even a few of his hero equipment with the tools scattered on his office—it’s all perfect in a way he didn’t know he needed.
And his career? Well, Dynamight isn’t the Number One Hero yet, but he’s close. Close enough that his younger self would sneer but grudgingly admit it’s not bad.
He’s built a solid name for himself, and he’s done it his way. His rank might not be where he wanted it to be at this age, but he’s learned something more valuable than being the best—he’s learned the importance of balance.
The last part of that dream? The wife? He looks toward the kitchen, where you’re humming some off-tune melody, beginning to prepare what Bakugou’s about to cook with for dinner. The sight of you, so comfortable and almost glowing in your shared space, makes his chest tighten.
He must have a heart problem by this point because it comes at him at the most unexpected times whenever he sees you.
No, he doesn’t have a wife yet. But he’s about to change that.
He’s been thinking about it for weeks now.
He’s got the ring—it’s hidden in the drawer under his socks, where he knows you won’t go snooping.
He knows you’ll say yes, but he would be damned if he didn’t admit that it made him a bit nervous. He knows because you look at him the same way he looks at you: like the world would become lighter and easier to conquer as long as you have the other.
But still, he waits.
Not because he’s unsure, but because he wants the timing to be perfect. Not rushed, not forced. He’s learned to be patient over the years.
“Kats, help with cutting the onions, please!”
“Yeah, yeah. Comin’!”
Soon, he’ll drop the question. He’s not in a rush. This is your life together, and it’s not perfect, but it is just right—chaotic, loud, and full of love. And when the time comes, he’ll make sure you know just how much you mean to him.
But you already know that, don’t you?
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My favorite delulu take is Sukuna having a wife
That’s my oc btw
I like me better when I'm with youu
Gojo and geto layouts mwah
not me simping over characters that would instantly kill me 🧘🏻♀️
this is for you lovely @dontmindtheevie. thank you for your support and patience pookie!
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