↝ Bakugou can’t be the only one with all the drunken fun.
⋆ PAIRING: married!bakugou x drunk!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing; alcohol
⋆ WORD COUNT: 998
A/N: So I know I’ve written about drunk!bakugou, and I decided it would be fun to have the reader drunk instead and write a scenario of Bakugou dealing with the aftermath. :)
“Cheers!” Everyone clinked their glasses together before downing their drinks. You slammed down your glass onto the table, letting out a satisfied and relieved sigh.
“You sure you should be drinking so much, Y/N?” Jirou asked as she sipped some water.
“Mhm, your lovely husband’ll yell at us if you drink too much,” Mina said with a laugh.
You waved them off, asking the bartender for a refill. “He’ll be fine. He always goes out and drinks with the guys, but if I get drunk, it’s the end of the world.”
“Yeah, because you’re insane when you’re drunk,” Uraraka commented.
“Oh, come on, I’m not that insane when I’m drunk. How bad can I be?”
Turns out it gets pretty bad when you get drunk. From walking up to random strangers to talk to them to having a mental breakdown about complications at work, when you’re drunk, you're drunk.
“Y/N, maybe we should get you home,” Uraraka said, rubbing your back as you rested your head on the table.
You whipped your head up fast, fishing your phone out of your pocket. “I have to call... what’s his name again?”
“Bakugou,” Jirou said with a sigh.
“No, it’s not that.”
“Katsuki,” Mina said, a shiver going down her spine due to saying Bakugou’s first name which was something that was foreign to her.
You snapped your fingers. “That’s it! Katsukiii Bakugouuu.”
Your fingers scrolled rapidly as you dialed your husband’s number. This time, Uraraka sighed. “I really don’t want to be here when Bakugou gets here.”
“You and me both, Ochako.” Mina nodded.
Bakugou picked up his phone on the other line after two rings. “Let me guess, you’re drunk out of your mind?”
“I can’t hear you, Katsuki! Let me go to the bathroom,” you exclaimed, plugging your ears.
“Wait, Y/N, let me come with you--,” Jirou began to offer, but her efforts were futile due to you carelessly walking towards the bathroom. The bar was overcrowded and it was impossible to locate you now.
You closed the bathroom door behind you, surprised by how empty it was. “I miss you, Katsuki.”
“Then come home.” He immediately took back his statement. “Wait, no don’t leave that shithole, I'll come get you.”
“No, don't go,” you said, mindlessly opening the door and stepping outside the bathroom. “Katsuki.”
“Yeah?”
“Knock knock.”
“I’m not doing this shit again.”
Before you had the chance to whine and complain, a rather muscular guy presented himself in front of you. “Hey, there. You’re that hero, (H/N), right?”
“Mhm.” You nodded. “That’s me.”
“Y/N, don’t talk to strangers, you--”
The man began speaking before you could pay attention to Bakugou. “The name’s Reiji. I was looking at you from my table, and you’re fucking hot.”
“That motherfucker. He’s got some fucking nerve hitting on my fucking girl. Don’t move I’m going over there right now.” Bakugou angrily ended the call.
“Hm, Katsuki says that about me, too,” you hummed in satisfaction, ignoring your husband’s angered statements.
“Who the hell’s ‘Katsuki?’” Reiji asked in disgust.
“I think he’s my husband.”
“You think?” Reiji smirked in satisfaction, grabbing your wrist and sitting you down at a table. He called for the waiter to bring a few drinks.
“You’re buying me more alcohol?!” You asked with the same amount of glee as a kid on Christmas Day.
“If you want.” Reiji’s statement earned him a very eager and vigorous nod from you. “Great, so tell me about yourself.”
“Underneath his really mean exterior, he’s actually really soft and cute on the inside, but he’d yell at me if he found out I said that,” you rambled on, which was what you had been doing for the past ten minutes. You took a small sip from your glass, propping your head on your hands. “So, what’s your favorite thing about Katsuki?”
Reiji sighed in frustration, his head pounding after having to listen to you babble on and on about Bakugou. “I don’t even know who that is. I literally asked you to tell me about you, not your boy toy.”
You gasped. “He’s not my ‘boy toy!’ He’s my husband, I’m pretty sure, but I think another great thing about him is his body. He’s got these crazy strong biceps and pecs, but his--”
“Y/N!” You heard an all too familiar voice call out in aggression.
You shot up from your chair, waving over at your husband in absolute joy. “Katsuki! Over here!” Bakugou made his way over to your table, prepared to have to beat the shit out of Reiji. However, his plans had changed.
“You’re Katsuki, right?” Reiji said, standing up and putting his coat on. “Take your wife home or something, ‘cause she won’t shut up about you.” And like that Reiji walked away.
You attempted to move towards Bakugou, tripping on your stool in the process. You were able to compose yourself, however, and wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s torso. “I missed you, Katsuki!”
Bakugou sighed, having an arm around your waist. “You really gave me and the others a hard time, you know that?”
You rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him. “Mina, Ochako, and Kyouka left?”
“I let them go home, you gave them a fucking scare when you just wandered around alone. You don’t know what type of fucking weirdos are around here, Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Bakugou huffed in annoyance.
“Stop yelling at me and take me home,” you whined.
Bakugou sighed, pulling away from you and grabbing your hand. “Let’s go.”
You lifted your hands up with a wide smile. “Carry me.”
Bakugou sighed for what felt like the tenth time of the night, lifting you up and carrying you in his arms. He smiled down at you as you tightened your grip around his neck. “You’re damn lucky I fucking love you to put up with you, you dumbass.”
