hi uh- this is embarrassing I mean I’m a writer asking for someone else to write me something- anyways I found your blog and I was wondering if you could write angst? Any kinda would be good just make it hurt :) ❤️❤️❤️
A/n : JFHGH MY HEARTTTTT I hope you like it !!
Genre : angst
Pairings : Bakugo x fem!reader
Keys : y/n your name // y/h/c your hair color // y/e/c your eye color // y/s/c your skin color // y/b/s your brows shade (light, dark, etc.)
Warnings : Language, death, angst vv much angsty, very light mention of sex
He sighs aloud, pushing his wooden chair backwards as he pulls himself up off of it.
“Where are you going ?” Kaminari, the blonde to his left, looked up at him in confusion.
“Going to check on Bakubro,” the red haired declares. “You guys go walk or something if you wanted, I guess,” He spoke dryly, sharp teeth shining every time he flexes his jaw open.
Denki’s golden eyes shakily hold contact with Kirishima’s small red ones. Both exchanging the same worrisome thoughts, the blonde sighs in despair as he nods at his friend.
“You sure you don’t want to come?” Kirishima perks a brow. “You haven’t been eating properly since-”
“Do I look hungry to you, shitty hair?!” The ash blonde snaps aloud.
“No, sorry,” The red haired lies, understanding and all. Without a single word further, he leaves the dorm and shuts the door on his way out.
Sighing, Bakugo throws himself back on the bed. He rubs his eyes with rough callouses, stopping any emotion from stepping out of line. He shifts to his side, staring at the frame on his bedside table.
“Damn, if you were here you would’ve dragged me downstairs,” he spoke to the picture softly, wishing for nothing more than the impossibility of pulling the girl out of the framed picture and into his embrace. “If. I hate that word. But you know that already. Or, well, knew.”
-s i x w e e k s a g o-
“Oh my God,” The y/h/c girl gasps, gripping into Katsuki’s strong arm tighter than she already was. “We can even pain it pink! Imagine if we did- that’d be so funny.”
The idea brought the ash blonde delight, but his expression remained frozen as the snow he’s walking on. With he two arms wrapped around his right arm, he wonders of the possibility of his girlfriend’s fantasies becoming a reality.
“Tch, dumbass,” He replies. “Pink is lame.”
“You’re lame,” She rolls her eyes playfully at him. Her nose was blocked by the cold, being unfortunate enough to not be a self-heater as her lover is. She sounded different, but she tried to pay it no mind, but it’s hard to do so when walking beside her was non other than mr.Sexy Voice. She couldn’t help but feel insecure.
“Yeah yeah,” he smirks, intertwining his fingers with her’s and pulling them inside his coat’s pocket. A light pink tint was added to redden her cheek further more. It was him and the weather. But he’s always there.
“What if we, like, actually got married?” She farrowed her y/b/s brows, raising her right hand into the air and examining the promise ring her gave her on their third anniversary.
“There is no ‘if’ to it, idiot,” he declares, embarrassed by the state he was about to make even thought there was not reason to be ashamed of it whatsoever. “We are getting married, so shut up about it already.”
“Aw, Katsuki,” She smiles agape, printing a soft, cold kiss on his surprisingly warm cheek. “When did I say I had plans of marrying you?” She teases, eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t ask. If you don’t want to I’ll make you.”
“You’ll make me?” she scoffs. “I’d love to see you do that.”
“Careful what you wish for, teddybear,”it was a threat if there was ever one, making the girl’s y/e/c eyes stare at him with all bewilderment there is.
“Anyway,” she brushes it off quickly, looking ahead of them. “What if we got a daughter, would you know how to deal with her?”
“Stop ‘what if’ing,” he rolls his vermilion eyes. “It’s too early to tell, you moron.”
Before she could retort ans shut him up, the glass door of the store by their side practically blew up, spitting glass everywhere. While she was frozen from the utter shock, he caught a piece of glass right before it lands in her y/e/c eyes.
“The fuck was that?!” He growls aloud, but people start running out of the place like crazy, all terrified.
Y/n was pulled out the way by Katsuki, who frantically shook the girl ahead of him, trying to bring her back to reality.
“Listen, I’m gonna go see what son of a bitch is doing what there and you’ll go get some fucking help, okay?”
“Y-yeah, okay,” she nods, processing it all. Bakugo sighed deeply, considering keeping her here in the safe around him, not letting her out on her own, but he new he had to.
He pats her shoulder twice, she goes off running as his eyes trail her back.
“What do you mean she’s not here?!!” Bakugo shouts at endeavour like some maniac, trying his best to not jump on the old man and punch him.
“I don’t have time for your love affairs, boy. Your ‘girlfriend’ is not here. She was transported to the infirmary with the rest of injured.”
As the number one hero pushed past him, the ash blonde stared into the blank.
“I’m sorry,” the man sighs. “I really am.”
He could barely hear the door shut, staring at what could soon be the corpse of his girlfriend. All the other devices connected ti her body meant nothing to him. He’d give up everything he’d worked for his whole life right then if it meant she’ll stay.
“Don’t fucking go,” he took her hand. “See me? I’m right here, for you. I didn’t waste 4 years of my life for you to do this to me. I’ll let you ‘what if’ all you want. Just- don’t fucking leave.”
Much to his dismay, as his voice cracked a tear spilled down his cheek. He ran a calloused finger down her promise, him wearing a similar one with her name craved on its inside.
“Don’t fucking go.”
It’s a whimper, desperate gasp for air. He didn’t mind being like this now; being so vulnerable. He didn’t have the brain nor the brain capacity to do so.
“Please, don’t leave me.”
His thoughts raced. He wish he were good enough, he had more time. He wished he were able to put her up again. He’d always bush it to later. He never showed her him vulnerable because later. He never to her to the basement ti just talk because later. He never roamed the world with her because later. He never gave her the custom dress he wanted her to wear to prom because later.
The beep sound from he device above his head became high, long, annoying. But, yet, he knew it indicated something dangerous.
“B-babe?” He looked up at her, his face red but her’s pale.
The man in white, uniform indicating a doctor, stormed into the room.
“Wh-what’s wrong?!” The ash blonde asked, eyes agape as the doctor head towards the bed.
“I might have to ask you to leave, young man.”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!”
“Sir-”
“ANSWER ME-” then, the ash blonde’s senses hit him; sudden and all. He stumbles back. “Sh-she’s making it, right?”
“I already told you-”
“NO YOU DIDN’T-!” he lied, scared. No, scratch that, terrified.
This is all a bad dream. He continued to murmur in his head.
Nurses came for backup, one with a quirk that numbed his limbs he couldn’t move. They pulled him out. The crying boy growled in pain, trying to stay. But they wouldn’t let him.
- B a c k t o t h e p r e s e n t -
“I let you down,” He hugged the photo to his chest tightly, tears uncontrollably streaming down his light skinned face. “I’m sorry.”
She can hear the gravel crunch from his car coming up the driveway as she stands in front of the sink in the kitchen, looking out the window trying to catch a glimpse of the headlights coming around the bend. She smiles softly as she catches sight of the yellow beams illuminating the trees as the black car makes it appearance. As she walks toward the front door she can hear the door shut and the sound of footsteps on the walkway. Taylor swings open the door just as Joe is reaching to ring the bell, “hey” she said breathlessly, looking starry eyed up at him as he grins at her, “hey” he replied breathlessly, the hot air from his breathe puffing up around him, slowly dissipating as he takes a step toward her. Taylor takes a step back from the door, “come on in, its freezing out here” she says motioning with her arm for him to make his way into the foyer.
He steps toward the small closet, comfortable enough in her house to automatically take off his jacket, reaching for the hanger she leaves for him. As he turns back around he catches her staring at him, biting the corner of her lip. “Taylor?” He says, eyebrows raised, she just keeps staring at him completely unaware. “Love” he says a bit louder, stepping towards her. “Huh, what?” Replies Taylor, snapping her head up, blushing as she realizes that he just caught her checking him out. “What are you thinking about over there” asks Joe jokingly, winking at her. Taylor blushes even more deeply as she shakes her head slightly, “nothing” she says quietly, looking up slyly at Joe. He just shakes his head at her as he wraps his arms around her waist, resting his interlocked hands on the small of her back, pulling her close to him. She bites her lip again as she rests her palms on his forearm, looking up softly at him. “Missed you” she whispers, resting her head against his chest, taking a deep breathe as she snuggles against him. “Mhhm” agrees Joe, resting his cheek on the top of her head, inhaling the sweet sent of her strawberry shampoo.
She pulls away from their embrace slowly, arching her back to gaze up at him, “Dinner?” She asks, “Yeah” replies Joe, “sounds good to me love” She smiles as she turns to make her way into the kitchen, he follows her, his palm resting softly on her back. He had been filming for the past two and a half weeks in South Africa. They had been seeing each other for almost three months, and this was the first time they had to be apart for more than a day or two. It had made both of them realize just how much they enjoyed being with each other, especially with the time difference being so crazy.
“Woah” said Joe, his face lit up with surprise as they walked into the kitchen. Taylor already had dinner made, and the table was all set and ready to go, complete with candles and soft music in the background. “Whats all this for love?” Asked Joe, his eyes darting back and forth between the table and Taylor. Taylor grinned, obviously pleased that her little surprise had panned out. “I just missed you, a lot, thats all” replied Taylor, leaning into his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his waist, fingers clasped at his hip. She loved being this close to him, breathing in his scent, feeling so secure. She missed him terribly, but now he was back and she was excited to spoil him a little bit. “Thanks love” whispered Joe, leaning away from her slightly, pushing a stand of her hair back behind her ear, “I missed you too.” He leaned in to kiss her, gently at first, but she immediately deepened the kiss, leaning her body into his. He was slightly surprised by her quick response, she had been slow to engage in the physical side of their relationship, and they were still taking it slow so far. Nothing more than some intense make out sessions that normally ended up with Joe’s shirt on the floor.
She continued to kiss him deeply, running her tongue along his lower lip. Joe sighed slightly as he gripped her waist tightly with one hand, the other making its way to the back of her head, tangling itself in her curls. Taylor shivered at his touch, feeling her skin burn beneath her sweater where his hand was. She groaned softly as she slowly ran her hands up his back, his muscles rippling underneath her gentle touch. Joe’s grip tightened on Taylor’s hip, “Mmhm, Taylor” he whispered pulling back slightly, “the food is getting cold” he mumbled as Taylor rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed. “Let it get cold then” she replied, her voice husky, “I missed you”. She opened her eyes slightly to look into his, “upstairs?” She whispered lightly, blushing at the implications of what she was saying. Joe’s eyes went wide for a second as he pulled her hips into meet his, her breathe caught at his sudden movements. “Only if you want” replied Joe, his voice breathy as he studied her face, “oh believe me I want” replied Taylor slyly, “two weeks was about twelve days too long” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him again, immediately pressing her body against his.
She abruptly broke off the kiss, grabbing Joe’s hand, leading him towards the second floor master. They made it to the top of the stairs before Joe couldn’t control himself anymore, he stopped quickly, jerking Taylor slightly, pulling her into him, kissing her deeply. She moaned into the kiss as his hands made their way lower down her back, resting slightly on her ass as she stood up on her toes, her hands pressed against his chest. “Bedroom, now” she whispered as Joe peppered her neck with light kisses, his grip on her ass increasing ever so slightly at her words. He nodded as he let go of her and walked hand in hand with her to the room. She paused at the end of the bed, letting out a breathe she didn’t even know she was holding as he took a big step toward her, taking her face in her hands, “I missed you so much Taylor” he said, his thumb drawing circles on her cheek, “show me” whispered Taylor cheekily, looking up at him with her doe like blue eyes Joe raised his eyebrows slightly, he had never seen this side of Taylor before, but he wasn’t going to lie, he definitely liked it.
He made his move, pinning her down lightly to the bed below him. Taylor let out a little gasp and a giggle at his movements. He immediately leaned down to kiss her, his hands intertwined in hers, resting above her head. Taylor squirmed slightly beneath him, arching her hips to meet his as she depended the kiss. Joe got the hint and let go of her hands, running his palms down her sides. Her breathe hitched at his cool fingertips made contact with the strip of exposed skin above her pants where her sweater had ridden up. Joe slowly pushed her shirt up, never breaking eye contact, revealing the black lace bra Taylor was wearing. “Taylor” groaned Joe, leaning down to place kisses traveling up her stomach to between her breasts, she shivered slightly, goosebumps forming at his touch. She sat forward, raising her arms so that he could seamlessly slip her shirt off of her, tossing it to the side as she wrapped her arms around his neck, placing kisses on his neck before kissing him on he lips deeply, running her tongue against his bottom lip, something she knew drove him crazy. She quickly pulled off his shirt, pulling it over his head as she sat up onto her knees. He just sighed, staring at her shaking his head slightly, “you’re beautiful” he said, his hands moving to unclasp her bra. Taylor blushed and ran her palms down his chest, committing every inch to memory.
Joe gently removed her bra, his hands resting on her back as she slowly lowered herself back down onto the bed. “you good” whispered Joe as he leaned in to kiss her, “never better” whispered Taylor back as she nibbled on his ear slightly, eliciting a moan from Joe as she did. She reached for his belt buckle, pausing as she felt his hand make contact with her left breast, massaging it as he kissed her. She arched her back, letting out a small moan as she did. Joe moved his mouth to her breast as she ran her hands down his back and then back up to rest in his hair. He moved away, making a trail of kisses down her stomach, pausing just above her pants to unbutton her jeans. Taylor raised her ass slightly as he slid her pants down her legs, revealing a matching black thong. “Oh god Taylor” he groaned as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, Taylor giggled huskily, “you like” she whispered as her hands made contact with his belt buckle. Joe just nodded, amazed at the woman in front of him. She yanked his belt off of him as he kissed her, this time more slowly as he ran his hands all over her body. Up her back, to her breasts, down her sides, over her ass, and back to her hips. Taylor moaned and rested her hands on his hips, slowly moving her hands to his zipper, distracted by the kisses he was placing all over her neck. Once she got the zipper down, he pulled back for a second yanking his pants off and tossing them on floor as he immediately leaned back down to leave a trail of kisses up the inside of Taylor thigh, right up to her underwear. She squirmed beneath him her nails running down his back lightly as he hummed lightly as he continued to place kisses on her stomach, his hands resting lightly on the band of her underwear, teasing her and she knew it. “Take… them … off damnit” panted Taylor as his thumbs hooked under either side of the waist band. He grinned, she was sexy when she cussed. In one motion he pulled her underwear down her legs and began to stroke her lightly, Taylor let out a groan as she reached for his neck, pulling him up towards her for a deep kiss. She sloppily kissed him as she could feel his excitement growing, pressed up against her thigh. She took a deep breathe and reached down to stroke him. Joe moaned into their kiss, his hand running back down her side, feeling how wet she was. Her breathe caught at his touch and she reached to pull at his underwear. He helped her pull them down as her eyes grew wide at the sight as she rested her hands on his chest, staring up at him with adoration as he rubbed circles on her hip, “still good” he whispered in her ear. All she could do was nod as she felt the anticipation building.
Joe leaned down to kiss her neck, alternating between her lips and neck as she shifted slightly beneath him. He groaned as he positioned himself at her entrance, her eyes fluttered open for a second as she smiled at him, nodding slightly at him as she gripped his forearms, “slow” she whispered as she clung to him. He entered her slowly, groaning as he did. She buried her face in his neck, stifling a moan as he gently shifted. He ran his hands down her back, resting on her hips as he rocked into her slowly, Taylor moaned, “don’t stop” she whispered, screwing her eyes shut as pleasure took over her. Moments later she could feel her orgasm building, “Joe” she moaned as he quickened the pace, pressing sloppy kisses on her lips. Seconds later she was shaking beneath him, riding out her high as he came resting his forehead against hers, both of them breathing deeply. They laid like that for a few minutes breathing deeply, still intertwined. Joe slowly disentangled himself from her, reaching to pull the sheet around her, collapsing beside her as she reached for his hand. “That was…” she began breathlessly, “worth the wait?” Replied Joe with a chuckle, tracing circles into her palm. “Well I would say so” said Taylor, turning her head to look at him. He just grinned at her with the boyishly handsome smile, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips. “I don’t know if I can be apart from you that long again” said Joe, “that was hard.” He said seriously. Taylor nodded, “we’ll make it work” she whispered, “ I want to make this work” she said, snuggling into his side. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tightly into his side. “Me too, and we will, I promise” he said, kissing her cheek as she looked up lovingly at him.
