Cr. Namuspromised

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I think we all can agree that Todoroki in a turtleneck.

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ever since jungkook turned 23 my life has never been the same

Distant

Summary: Your husband has been pretty neglectful lately. Late nights, cancelled plans, missing dinner. Is it possible that he doesn’t want you anymore?

*Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Angry Reader, Remorseful Andy, Ass Slapping, Smut (implied), Rage Cooking, Minors DNI

A/N: This idea is courtesy of the genius mind of @writer84. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

You blow out a frustrated breath as you end your call with Andy’s assistant, Samantha. Apparently your lunch plans had been canceled. Again. For the fourth freaking time in as many weeks.

And you were extra pissed because your husband of nearly a year hadn’t even had the decency to call you himself. 

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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."