For the event can I do Like No One Does by Jake Scott and Bakugou from BNHA please?
Minniiiiiii I'm so sorry I didn't get to this until now. I hope you enjoy this even though it is horrendously late....
BAKUGOU X READER
Like No One Does by Jake Scott
People often think that life is measured by time; a series of events that happen one after the other; a beginning, a middle, an end. It's measured in years, months, days, seconds.
But for Bakugou, he knows it's more than that. Life is measured by love. It's measured in precious moments. Small moments, big moments; little collections of happiness and hurt that build him up like a mosaic. And for him, his life falls into two categories: before he met you, and after.
Before he met you, his life had been grayscale and single-focused. It was a daily grind of competition, of work, of waking and going to bed alone. He'd gradually started to realize how limiting his goals were, how bland his life was, especially once he'd reached the top.
He was alone, he had realized. Successful, well-loved by the public, his ratings high, and yet it only made the emptiness greater, the nights harder.
But then you came into his life, and his world exploded in color. Your voice was like the clear blue sky, light and endless. Your smile a warm yellow, like sunflowers billowing in a soft breeze. Your laugh translucent, like the running water over a babbling brook, always in motion and impossible to contain. And it made him burn red hot, from the nape of his neck to the tips of his ears, his body and soul brought to life like dormant wildflowers after a heavy rain.
His life now was a collage of you and all the ways you made him happy. His mind a book of memories, an encyclopedia of love. The smell of the shampoo you use, your favorite breakfast food, your favorite music, the side of the bed you always want to sleep on. When he closes his eyes, he can picture your face in crystal clarity, can picture you in your favorite pajama pants, huddled under a blanket on the couch when he comes home late at night. He can picture the way you kiss him, the look in your eyes when you catch him staring at you from across the room, your eyes glinting knowingly.
And he'll picture this moment too, the sight and feel of you snuggled against him in the early morning, your chest rising and falling with each breath. This memory will have the color of amber, soft and mellow.
As time passes, more colors will be added to the canvas of his life. The silver gray of hair so familiar in touch and smell, of snowy white brows that had once been the color of wheat, and of two hands, fingers intertwined, aged with time. It'll be wrapped up in the calm twilight indigo of a life lived, of a man loved.
Suzukka (idk if that’s the right ship name but sokka Suki and Zuko) + domestic
sunday is a special day in their apartment. the three of them sleep in and take turns each week making breakfast for the others, then they eat it together in bed. they all have busy lives but they reserve sundays for time together
