AU Where Bakugou Watches As His Stupid Friends Fall In Love—

Can you hear me? | Katsuki x reader

Inglês is not my language, sorry for mistakes :)

Katsuki was explosive, literally. The boy had a strong personality that was difficult to deal with, not just anyone who could handle Katsuki. Cursing and ridiculous nicknames were a hallmark of Katsuki.

The boy could explode whatever he wanted, many were afraid of him, or just didn’t like his rebellious way. But, there were some who liked Katsuki, you were one of them.

Katsuki has been your best friend since they were little, Katsuki has always been protective of you, he swore to be the number one hero, so he would protect you from all the evil in the world. You had a healing quirk, you never thought about being a hero, you actually wanted to be like your parents, you wanted to be a doctor. Your father was a famous doctor of the great heroes, he always supported your choice, you studied medicine from a very young age.

Especially after hearing a conversation between his father and Bakugou’s parents. The explosive boy was very likely to go deaf because of his quirk, it scared you.

Katsuki just said it was silly and you shouldn’t worry. Well, you were worried. In a few days you started doing research and classes in pounds. You wanted to be ready for anything. Bakugou has always been by your side and you would do the same for him.

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"I wanted to be loved so desperately that my fingers shook with it. I am not beautiful, but I could be." — Emily Palermo.

bakugou thinks, in all honesty, about you.

it's late at night and he still can't sleep. he's used to having schedules for everything, especially something as important as sleep, but he can't for the life of him fall asleep tonight.

he won't admit it, the pro-hero not changing this stubborn habit from his younger days, but work today was a little too gruesome, it hit a little too close to home. especially a certain young couple he was a touch too far to save. instead, he lays awake in your shared bed, his arms strongly caging you and longing for your warmth.

you're settled in his arms, protected and tightly snuggled against his chest. you're here, and he’s here, and anyone who ever dares to do anything to you has to go through him first.

he releases a long sigh, knowing it's not as easy as he thinks. as he runs a hand down his face, you sleepily pull him closer to your body. "'tsuki?"

"huh? go back to sleep," he grumbles, voice heavy with tiredness and fear, something he'll never admit. you look up at him, pretty mouth pouting and worry laced in your tone. "everything okay?"

he takes a look at you, and feels helpless. he hates that. he hates to admit even to himself that he'll do anything for you. vulnerability is something he never would've allowed himself to feel had you been anyone else. the thought of anything happening to you while he's not there makes his veins boil with anger, his chest screaming at him to keep you safe right next to him, to make sure you stay in his arms. he scowls at the thought, making you frown. "baby?"

"i'm alright, dumbass." he whispers this time, squeezing you as close to himself as he possibly can, his body aligning to yours perfectly. he kisses the crown of your head, lingering for a second and feeling your pliant form relax against him. "it's late, jus' go back to sleep."

he tried, at first, to get you away from his life and all the danger that surrounds him. but it's like the longer he strayed away from you, the more you pulled him into your world. not to change him, but to better him, push him to his limits and then some, until he comes out the best version of himself he could ever be. to love him, he realizes with an exasperated sigh.

"okay," you tell him, yawning against his chest. "but stay here 'til i wake up, please."

katsuki rolls his eyes. as if he could say no to you. "fine."

but he bites his lips once you're back asleep, because he understands– because he doesn't want you to leave him, either. "i'll stay right here with ya," he states, strong hands gently playing with your own.

katsuki realizes, time and time again, that he made the right choice.

it was unfair, at times. how hard he had to work for things that came effortlessly to other people, extras that didn't really deserve what they had.

it's a thought he has coming home from work one day, spent and ready to crash on the couch without caring about taking a shower first.

he loved his job, he loved being the best he could be and how validating the title felt– not the recognition, nor the fans or all the love from people all over Japan– but meeting the expectations of his younger self, of a four year old kid who wanted nothing more than to be the best hero he could possibly be. win to save, as his mentor has put into words perfectly. but it still felt unfair, at times.

still, katsuki thinks he may forgive the world, only because it has you.

your comforting words at his losses, even when he's not actively asking for them.

("i don't need this comforting crap," he grumbles, not screaming at you– never screaming at you, but still being stern. "no, you don't," you answer him, shaking your head with a gentle smile, "but isn't it nice to hear?")

your warm embrace that greets him as soon as he steps foot into your home, your compliments on his food and his career and his personal achievements, like the first time he voluntarily went to therapy. the passion you have for what you do, your drive and fire matching his in your hobbies, the things you love. and you love him, that's sole reason why katsuki thinks fuck it, he can be beautiful, too.

he doesn't have to work hard for your love– he doesn't have to change his short temper, he's still harsh as rough around the corners as the day you met him. still, you love him so easily, handle him with as much care as you thought he deserved.

the corner of his eyes crinkle with fondness as bakugou slowly sits up, just in time to hear you coming through the front door. "i'm home, 'tsuki!"

the world is unfair, but it also has you in it, so katsuki's ready to give it a try. "yeah," he leans down to gently kiss you, wrapping his heavy arms around you. "welcome home."

It’s either bf Bakugou that loves you to the moon and back and is constantly by your side or bf Bakugou that still loves you a lot but is ready to throw hands the second you try him- and we love both equally in this household

[8:47pm]

judge me all you want but i was watching monsters inc. while writing this 😈💪🏼 btw characters are in hs

rushed and not edited 😍🙌🏼

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Bakugou Katsuki is such a good kisser. It’s almost hard to believe that you were each other’s very first kisses he’s that good. You were almost always at his house and his mother absolutely adored you. However, whenever you started to get deep into a conversation with her, you were whisked away by your angry boyfriend.

He always always always takes your hand to lead you up the stairs and shuts his door. Wouldn’t want his old had to be spying on you guys now. Not that she would but he’s a little paranoid.

Bakugou leads you to his bed to which he will immediately pull you onto his lap so you are straddling him. “Sukiii, i just got here.” you whine. He begins to kiss down your neck, sucking your favorite spot then nipping at it lightly.

“Mmm, don’t care. Kiss me.” He says making his way further up your neck to your jawline. Once you finally begin to kiss him back, he adds more fevor to the kiss. Moving his head at the right times, sensually tonguing at your mouth in the most deliciously disgusting way possible.

“mm suki” He glances up at you but soon realizes you weren’t beckoning his attention, but more so calling out to him for more.

And then for the next hour or so before you had to go home it continued on like that. Slow sensual kisses, touches, hickeys around each other’s necks. But when it finally was time for you to leave, he will escort you back downstairs asking if you could stay for just a little longer.

“Oh, your leaving already Y/N? Well come back soon hun you’re always welcome!” His mom will say before looking at her son. “Katsuki what’s on your neck?” You take that as your sign to make a run for it, “Well, I um i’m gonna head out, bye suki love you, and bye mitsuki!” She turns back to her son to examine his neck further. “Oh my god, is it a hickey?!” “Hah?”

“Katsuki Bakugou you have a hickey on your neck go look.” She giggles out. Bakugou runs to the mirror to find the purple bruise located where his collar bone meets his neck, the spot that had him keening out for you.

“She is so dead” he mumbled going back to his room.

“Don’t be too hard on her now Katsuki,” Mitsuki calls from the bottom of the steps. “Yeah yeah whatever.”

suki<3: you left a hickey on my neck? how the fuck am i supposed to get this off?

Y/N🙄🧡: you didn’t seem to mind when i was doing it (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥

suki<3: well i didn’t really notice it when it was happening. and cut it with the stupid emoticons

Y/N🙄🧡: aww why cause it felt so good suki?? i’m flattered (>‿♥)

suki<3: keep tellin yourself that baby, hags callin me for dinner, i gotta go

suki<3: talk to you later, i love you, pretty 🧡

Y/N🙄🧡: i love you too suki <3333 smooch smooch

suki<3: 😘

Y/N🙄🧡: AHHHH OMGOMG YOU-

Y/N🙄🧡: IM SO IN LOVE

Y/N🙄🧡: MY BF IS SO NICE TO ME

Y/N🙄🧡: YOU LOVVVEEE MEEEEE

Y/N🙄🧡: KISSKISSKISSKISSKSS😘😘😘😘😘

read by suki<3 at 6:39pm

katsuki was a bit of a crybaby.

you knew he could get caught up in his emotions more often than not. they tended to smother him sometimes, suffocating him with feelings he didn't know how to properly deal with. you saw this every day, but it was especially prominent whenever he would come home after a particularly grueling shift, his carmine eyes puffy with the things he could never bring himself to say.

from what deku had told you one evening at a little get together you went to as katsuki's plus one—back when he was (as katsuki had put it) insufferably nosy about his childhood friend's love life—katsuki felt emotions very strongly. so strongly, in fact, that he tended to bottle them all up most of the time behind gritted teeth and strained muscle.

he had—has—a hard time expressing himself, deku had sighed that night, his green eyes distant with memories you'd never be able to see, he doesn't cry too often in front of others. the only times he did it with me around he was, ah, frustrated, to say the least. he let out a small chuckle that got swallowed up by the murmurs of conversation around you, then slumped his shoulders by only a smidge. i would like to say he's gotten better, and in some ways he has, but i don't think he handles feelings other than rage very well yet.

you didn't know much about what katsuki was like when he was younger—only bits and pieces from what his friends had told you. and every time you learned something new, you couldn't help but to compare it to the man you knew and loved in the present day.

he still cried when he was frustrated, yes.

it wasn't often—it was so rare, in fact, that you could count the moments on one hand. he would come home looking like he was a bomb about to go off—all tensed shoulders and rigid lines. and he would take one look at you, standing in your comfiest clothes and looking like the very epitome of relaxation. and he would cry.

you didn't think he really knew how to properly cry. or at least, he didn't know what to do with himself when he did. his pale eyebrows would scrunch upwards, his head bending forward so he could hide behind his bangs. he'd slap a hand over his eyes and he'd clench his teeth so tightly together you thought he'd shatter them. he'd hold himself so, so stiffly. and he'd cry.

he didn't like it when people saw him like that. didn't like being caught at such a vulnerable moment. but you were patient. you were understanding. and you'd wait directly in front of him until he'd bend his head forward enough so that he could sink his face into the crook of your neck. and you'd simply hold him there, letting him ride out the steep wave of emotions that battered against the shores of his mind, his heart.

he cried when he thought no one was looking.

there were times where you would accidentally, quietly, stumble upon him in the bedroom, the bathroom. sometimes he didn't notice you. sometimes he did. and every time, you felt a piece of yourself get slowly chipped away, watching as he struggled to keep quiet and pull himself together so he could be the big, strong hero you could depend on. the number two hero. the steady, sure, stable symbol of victory, who didn't cry when he was frustrated or when he didn't know how to react in the face of his overwhelming emotions.

you were always quick to squash away his insecure feelings. for he could always, always, go to you whenever he was feeling down, whenever he needed a shoulder to hold him up. you hoped that one day he would understand—hoped that one day he wouldn't hold himself up to so high a standard that he couldn't let himself just be human once in a while. you were slowly getting him to that point—slowly, yet surely.

but katsuki also cried when he was happy.

it wasn't the kind of happy he got whenever he took down a particularly strong villain, or when he reached one of those ridiculously high milestones he set for himself. no, it was a kind of happy he only felt around you. for you made him feel things he had never felt before.

he cried once when he kissed you—at a time where you both realized you were deeply, irrevocably committed to the relationship. he cried when you held him at night, holding him so close to yourself that you could meld him to your body. he cried when you told him you would always love him, through thick and thin, high and low. he cried when you said you were his, forever and always.

and he cried when you said yes, allowing him to slip a small, silver ring around your finger.

KATSUKI NATION HOW R WE ‼️🗣

Secret wife? Secret wife?

#draftdump and no edit

You're Bakugou's side kick- have been for a few years now but with it being your day off you aren’t at the office instead at home folding Katsuki’s Laundry, meal prepping for the week and making spicy curry for lunch tomorrow, for you and your husband.

You're folding his iconic skull T shirt, your kitten, Boom Boom, sleeping in your hoodie when you get the call from the hospital- they don’t call you by your hero name no they address you by your last “hello? Y/n Bakugou? This is nurse Kiyoko from Mustafu Provice hospital your Husband Bakugou Katsuki is currently in the trama unit about to undergo a minor surgery for-“

You don't let the nurse finish before you’re already pulling out the drive way in Katsuki’s orange Jeep. Not having heard the words "minor" only "Katsuki hospital", "husband", "trauma", and "surgery". As you half hazardourdly park the car in the ER parking lot not caring if the car gets towed or that you made a 25 minute drive in only 8.

Your bursting through the doors of the ER ignoring the nurses and clergery staff that tell you you aren’t authorized passed the waiting room and you don’t stop running stomping your way through the halls until you spot Kirishimas red hair, Minas Pink skin and the heterochric eyes of Shoto as you make a bee like straight for them. You aren’t in your hero suit so you don’t expect the medical staff to know who you are. Shit you aren’t even in real clothes just one of Bakugous sleep shirts and a pair of purple spandex, still in your Dynamite house slippers when two buff nurses attemp to stop you in your tracks

“Ma’am I don’t know who you are but you cannot be here!” One of them all but shouts in your ear

While the other day “someone get security!”

It isn’t until you elbow one in the stomach that Shoto voice can be heard from the door way of Katsuki’s room flanked by Mina and Eijiro “She’s with us guys-“

Mina tries to help, you know she is when she supplies a “that’s his side kick!”

And Eijiro just looks confused because how did you know they were in the hospital? Katsuki deliberately told him not to call you on your day off, and he promised he wouldn't not even questioning why the blond thought he would call his sidekick for a minor injury.

It isn’t until you muff the second man in scrubs in the face that you shout at them “his wife has every right to be here you fucking shit head! You fuckers called me!”

And your pushing your way past everyone until your by the blonds bedside he looks out of it and confused and his left arm is all bandaged up but he still recognizes you immediately when he turns his head to the nurse changing his IV

“You called my Wife?!”

“She is your emergency contact Mr. Bakugou and your power of attorney; the moment we were told you passed out in the ambulance we were obligated to contact Mrs.Bakugou”

“Damn straight she was.” You tell him.

“Like hell you were.” he tell her.

You both shoot daggers at each other for split second before you grab his hand and squeeze it, while glaring down at him. "Be nice to your nurse Katsuki." you chide while scrunching your nose at your dumb, stupid husband "I was worried about you and here you are trying to hide shit from me."

Katsuki's eyes soften before looks away "I just didn't want to worry you." he mumbles.

"I'll always worried. Stupid head."

With a chuckle Katsuki squeezes your hand while looking you up and down, "at least I don't look like a stupid head, why you wearing house slippers in the hospital?"

"because I love your ugly ass, thats why" you sigh, leaning down to kiss his big ass forehead before turning back to the nurse. "Sorry about him, are there any papers I need to sign?"

"Oh no problem Mrs. Bakugou, he was a a treat to talk to while he was going under, wouldn't stop talking about you. All I need from you is a signature for the insurance claim, and a debriefing on post-op care, he should be ready to go home later this evening." she smiles.

Making her way past the other hero's and out the room.

"So were you just not going to tell us you were MARRIED!?" Mina accuses.

Enjiro just looks hurt "Bro how could you not tell anyone? How could you not tell me?"

"They told me." Todoroki supplies.

"Not helping Sho."

"Don't be a snitch icyhot."

"How could you?" Enjiro looks like he's going to pass out, as if finding out his best friend was married might actually kill him.

Bakugou groans while turning his head, but letting go of your hand, shoving his face into your arm.

"we needed a witness and Shoto doesn't have a big mouth like the rest of you guy. sorry" you supply.

𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢

joseph quinn being scared he wouldn't play eddie right and then proceeding to slay the role, become the white boy of the year (TM), travelling the world, doing more press for stranger things than the whole main cast combined, making nerds and metalheads everywhere PROUD, getting a JACK BLACK shout-out, being constantly hyped by fucking METALLICA and then JAMMING WITH THEM AND HAVING THEM SIGN A GUITAR while remaining a super chill dude

I am going to CRY

thinking about how james farrow chose a passage from pericles, a play where someone is thought to have dead at sea only to be reunited with the protagonist, as his letter to oliver makes me feral