THE STAGES OF ME AND YOU

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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.

⭒ blurb : roommate!hamzah goes bald .. & "we listen and we don't judge"

roommate!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : blurb and smau in which hamzah is bald now and roommate!reader begs him to do the tiktok trend "we listen and we don't judge"

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--- we listen and we don't judge

you start the video and lean back to get you both in frame, causing hamzah to yelp in panic as he tries to push his beanie down over his head quicker, "wait!" his voice strains and you giggle before cutting the clip.

it cuts to both of you silently staring at the camera before hamzah smirks and makes you both laugh.

"okay this one's serious," you say as you lean back after starting the video once more, entirely overlapping hamzah's space (not that he minds). you grab your notebook from beside you on the couch, "ready?"

hamzah who has been following your movements the entire time, is already looking at you when you look over to him, "girl, i've been ready. you're the one with the giggles"

"the attitude is crazy"

"aht!" he raises a finger while stretching his arm behind you to rest on top of the soft couch, "what do we do?"

you catch on and nod your head with him as you reply together, "we listen and we don't judge"

"right!" he exclaims harshly, catching you off guard, especially when he shakes you by your shoulders slightly. his face drops when you don't laugh and he turns to the camera with his jaw dropped. he shakes his head with a dismissive kiss of his teeth, "wicked reference. you wouldn't get it."

"uh huh, you go first hamzah." he rubs your shoulder before putting his hand back onto the couch to rest.

he clears his throat, "'kay, sometimes when i'm really bored and you're like showering, or something, i move around something in your room. it's like something small you don't notice like switching where a stuffed animal is on your bed or somethin'"

your smile falls the more he speaks, "oh. starting off strong!"

the camera cuts and you're both overly-smiling, "we listen and we don't judge!!"

"when i'm like really hungry..." you look into his eyes, "this is like middle of the night, right, and i'll go into the kitchen and just sneak a bite or two of your leftovers-"

"oh nahhhh, what the hell??? y/n!"

"no! listen! like, if there's nothing else to eat!"

hamzah pouts slightly, "that's just evil, bro"

"you want me to starve? okay, i'll just starve next time and you'll be sorry!"

"no i won't" he squints his eyes, "and don't start that gaslightin-"

the clip cuts to you both excitedly repeating, "we listen and we don't judge!"

"well sometimes when you get home late from hanging out with people i'll hop in bed and fake being asleep because i like it when you sit there and harass me to wake up," he smiles menacingly.

"ew, you're a freak! you like when i beg for your attention???" you question while laughing.

"well yes!"

"we listen and we don't judge!"

"i hid your contacts for like three days once because i thought you looked cute with your glasses on" you say it with a smile as if it wasn't such a devious act.

"what?" hamzah turns to laugh at you, "pardon???"

"we listen and we don't judge."

"well, i got really drunk once and peed in your bathtub."

your face is still before you blink and look at him with a smile threatening to split, "when was this??"

"uhhhh, i dunno. i think like a month or two ago, but martin was using your toilet and i literally couldn't hold it-"

"so you pissed in my tub with martin stood inches away?"

hamzah begins to laugh so hard he can barely get out his breathy, "yes, exactly"

"i actually hate the image you just put in my head oh my god!!!!" you squeal and melt yourself into your cascading giggle-fit and sink further into hamzah's side.

you both laugh together- the kind of laughter that overpowers your entire being, when your eyes are squinted and there is no air in your lungs to produce an abundant sound any longer.

hamzah breaks his hold on you to wipe his eyes and reach for your phone yelling, "turn this shit off"

it cuts to a final clip of you smiling with your head resting on top of hamzah's as you pet his beanie-clad head, "bald!"

"enough!!!" the video gets blurry before cutting off as hamzah manhandles you off of him.

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HIGH & DRY

getting stoned with your best friend expands into uncharted territory.

the room is hazy, thick with smoke, sunlight, and something else. something slow and syrupy, settling warm in your stomach.

the blunt sits forgotten between hamzah’s fingers, burning low, but neither of you seem to care all that much.

you’re both sunk into his bed, half sprawled against each other, shoulders touching, legs tangled.

it’s.. comfortable.

it’s always been just comfortable with him, nothing more.

hamzah exhales, lips parted, watching the last bit of smoke curl from his mouth before glancing over at you. his eyes are heavy-lidded and red-rimmed.

“y’wanna shotgun?” he murmurs, his voice slow.

if you weren’t so stoned, maybe you’d be surprised that he asked that out of nowhere.

the high that’s taken over your mind and body makes you a lot more laid-back compared to your usual self. it’s a sweet escape.

instead of any flicker of shock crossing your countenance, his question simply makes you laugh.

“you just want an excuse to put your mouth on me.” you retort with a lazy chuckle.

he grins back, completely unbothered. “and?”

you roll your eyes but still shift closer to him, close enough that you can feel the low buzz of warmth radiating off of his shirtless torso.

he takes one last slow drag, feeling the smoke swirl through his lungs on the inhale. he leans over to the nightstand and ashes out the end of the blunt while he holds in the smoke.

his eyes meet yours for a fraction of a second before he’s tilting his head closer and exhaling the gray plume right against your eager lips.

instinctively, you breathe it in, letting your mouths hover close.

closer than they probably should be, in terms of what kind of proximity best friends should stay within.

but then - he moves. just barely, but enough for his lips to ghost against yours. the small movement causes you both to realize that this isn’t typical. it’s an entirely unmapped territory in your friendship.

yet, neither of you pull away. hell, the thought of rejecting this doesn’t even cross your mind.

you exhale slowly, letting the last ribbon of smoke spill from your lips onto his. hamzah’s eyes drop to your mouth, watching it all happen.

and then he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him right back.

it’s hazy at first, slow and unharmonious, like neither of you fully realize it’s happening.

but when his hand finds your waist, and you sigh against his lips, you’re suddenly shifting onto his lap and settling yourself ontop of him without stopping to try and think it through.

hamzah groans softly, fingers pressing into your hips - but he doesn’t rush it. his mind is definitely too flooded with the effects of the weed to make any sudden movements.

he simply tilts his head, deepening the kiss, allowing you to straddle him like this is something normal happening between the two of you.

you pull back just enough to meet his reddened gaze, your breath unsteady. “s’probably a bad idea.”

he breathes out a slow, amused laugh. his hands slide up your sides, warm and easy. “probably.”

neither of you stop. again - you don’t even think about stopping.

his fingers slip under the hem of your tank top, dragging slow, lazy circles with the tips of his fingers. your head tilts back as his mouth finds your throat, open and unhurried.

“this is.. you - you’re.. definitely so fucking high,” he murmurs, lips grazing your jaw.

you smirk, tilting his chin back up so you can kiss him again. “so are you.”

“yeah,” he breathes, grinning against your lips. “and.. and you’re kind of on my dick right now.”

you nod, shifting just slightly. his grip on you tightens.

“fuck,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before looking up at you again. his hands slide back down, settling low on your waist, holding you there while holding himself back.

he exhales. “if you don’t get off me right now, i think i might.. i don’t know - fuck something up with us.”

you blink at him. your heartbeat is slow yet somehow still pounding in your ears. your hands press against his chest, feeling the warmth of him, the rise and fall of his labored breathing.

neither of you move, not really.

except you, you think it’s a good idea to shift your weight, barely, and hamzah makes a sound - low, caught somewhere between a groan and a curse. a noise you’ve never heard from him before.

his fingers dig into your waist like he’s physically restraining himself. like he’ll do something really fucking stupid if he doesn’t hold onto you and keep you still. his head falls forward, his slightly damp forehead pressing against your shoulder.

you watch him through half-lidded eyes, the slow drag of your hips becoming constant, like it’s an instinct more than an intention. it’s your own curiosity.

you’re high, sure, but not high enough to miss the way he’s struggling with this. “you okay?” you whisper, keeping your voice low like you’ll shatter the moment if you interrupt the air.

hamzah blinks like he’s processing the question in slow motion. “i..” his voice comes out wrecked, deeper than usual, a little raspy from the smoke. he swallows hard, shaking his head. “no. no, i’m - fuck, dude.”

he’s gone already. the poor boy’s fully lost himself in you.

you have to fend off the grin that threatens to appear on your lips. “dude?”

his hands flex on your waist, his jaw tightening. “shut up.”

you shift again, slower this time, watching how he reacts. his fingers twitch like he wants to press your hips down onto him, to make you move. he’s started to grow hard underneath you, his length pressing into your pussy through layers of clothing.

“bro,” he exhales shakily, eyes screwing shut. “you - fuckin’.. stop. like, actually stop.”

you smirk, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach. “why?”

he groans, head lolling forward as his eyes snap open, dark and glassy. “because, you..” his breath stutters as you shift just right, and his hands slide up, gripping your ribs now, higher than before, like he’s fighting himself. “you’re not even doin’ anything, and i feel - shit..”

he cuts himself off with a frustrated noise, his head tipping back again, his blunt nails beginning to dig into your skin.

you dip your head downwards, pressing your mouth just under his jaw. he shudders beneath you, his fingers twitching against your skin.

“what do you feel?” you whisper against his throat.

his jaw clenches. “like.. like if you don’t stop, i’m actually gonna fucking embarrass myself.”

your stomach twists, heat swirling and coating your insides. there’s that syrupy feeling again.

hamzah never talks like this. sure, he’ll have some trouble reading out loud, but he hardly gets flustered or loses track of what he wants to say.

except - right now, he’s wrecked, undone, his head spinning from the weed, from you. you start to realize that you really, really like it.

your fingers slide up to his neck, playing with the curls at his nape. “s’that bad, huh?”

he huffs out a laugh, shaky and uneven. “worse than bad.” his hands slide back down, squeezing at your waist before exhaling sharply. “dude, please.”

you don’t move too much. maybe another shift of your weight, the barest roll of your hips, to momentarily press your clothed clit against his erection. still, even that’s enough for him to lose his bearings.

“fuckin’..” he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “dude. dude, i’m serious.”

you tilt your head, gazing at him while your nails scrape across his scalp. “about what?”

his grip on you is firm and a little desperate. “about you - about this,” he swears under his breath, his voice strained. “you’re like - grinding on me.”

you blink innocently. “am i? really?”

hamzah lifts his head, and fuck, he looks absolutely destroyed. his lips are swollen from how he’s been biting at them. “you know you are,” he mutters.

his hands twitch again, like he wants to move you for himself.

“but you like it.” you whisper back.

his jaw clenches so hard, it looks like he might crack a tooth.. “that’s the problem.”

you press your hips down onto him again, almost as if you’re testing him. his reaction is instant - his whole body shudders, his fingers are gripping you so hard it feels like it could bruise your skin.

his breath becomes lodged in his throat. “you..” he swallows thickly, trying to focus. “you gotta stop, or i swear-”

you lean in, brushing your lips over his ear. “what?” you taunt. “what do you swear?”

“shut up. i don’t know.” he grumbles in frustration, shooting you a dark look. his hands trail upwards until he’s gripping your face, tilting your head up so you’re right against his mouth. his breathing is erratic and uneven, his chest rising and falling without pattern against yours.

his fingers are warm against your jaw, his lips just inches away from yours. his dick is now unbearably hard and his whole body is tensed beneath you, like he’s hardly holding himself together.

like he’s waiting for you to finish what you started.

you inhale slowly, resting a gentle hand on top of his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding under your fingertips. “hamzah, i-”

and then - three quick knocks at his bedroom door.

you both jump like you just got caught doing something illegal. hamzah flinches so hard he almost knocks you off his lap, his hands immediately dropping from your face like he wasn’t just about to kiss you ‘till your lips got all red and swollen.

“bro,” a voice, one which you quickly recognize as martin’s, is heard through the door. when did he even get here? “we gotta go to the office. cory’s waiting in the car.”

silence hangs heavy in the smoke-filled air, the soft rays of sun pouring through the window suddenly feeling like a spotlight beating down on you - exposing you.

hamzah stares at you, breathing hard, pupils blown, mouth still so close to yours. his hands hover just above your skin, like he doesn’t know what to do with them anymore.

“uh.” he clears his throat, voice cracking. he swallows hard, blinking like he’s still catching up to what just happened. “um - yeah, just.. just give me a sec.”

hamzah’s bedroom is deathly quiet. you’re both still frozen, your fuzzy brains not quite catching up with what’s actually going on right now.

you simply sit and stare at each other, red and glossy eyes meeting each other, your hearts pounding in sync.

then - the door swings open. “dude, hurry the fu-”

you throw yourself off of hamzah like you just touched a hot stove, nearly falling off the bed in the process. hamzah flinches so hard he hits the back of his head on the headboard.

martin stops. he stares, blinking a few times.

“…oh.” he sniffs the air. “were you guys smoking? or, like.. fucking?”

hamzah chokes on his own breath, his cheeks burning up. “bro - what the hell, man?”

martin just shrugs, unbothered. “what? s’what it looks like to me.” he grins, greeting you with a casual wave.

you press a hand over your mouth to hide your laugh. hamzah looks murderous.

he shoves himself off the bed, running a hand through his already-messy hair. martin backs away down the hall, his laughter echoing.

hamzah flips him off behind his back before grabbing his lighter off the nightstand and heading for the door. he pauses when he reaches it, glancing back at you. your eyes drop to the painful-looking bulge that resides in his sweatpants.

he points at you, narrowing his eyes. “not a single fucking word.”

you frown, tilting your head. “damn. not even a ‘thank you’?”

hamzah groans loudly before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

a/n: get edged lol #bringbackdryhumping

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