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.”
