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[tayrock]

Bakugo headcannons

• he unironically listens to old sappy country music, think Merle Haggard.

• he lowk starts to bleach his hair as he gets older because it grows darker like his father’s.

• he plays Fortnite and uses the Peter Griffin skin.

• he is obsessed with fantasy novels and hides them under his bed so nobody finds them.

• if you’re dating him, he’s super clingy and blows up your phone throughout the day

•he has nipple piercings. 👀

• he obsessively checks social media for the latest thirst trap of him, letting it boost his ego.

• when he drives, he doesn’t race people, but if he passes somebody he feels proud of himself for “winning” (I’m projecting lmao)

• he draws on his homework and papers, but erases it before he turns it in.

• if you are dating, he doesn’t adorn his room with reminders of you, but he has a framed photo of you in your hero costumes posing together, and a stuffed animal you gifted him on his desk.

• he uses pet names like baby, sweet thing, angel, and love.

• if you’re a poc, he makes it his mission to learn how to do your hair.

•while he LOVES spicy things, he loves sweet things even more, asking you to bake for him because he’s not very good at it. (He cooks and you bake)

• he canonically hates rain, so if you’re out while it’s raining he constantly checks on you.

• loves to kiss your head, makes him feel bigger.

• he’s FREAKY.

• loves to bite you and lick it better.

• eater fr.

• you two have a weenie dog named vanilla and she’s obsessed w/ Katsuki.

• loves when you call him Kat, or Katsuki. Also LOVES when you call him baby.

• cries when you cry bc he feels like he didn’t protect you 😭.

[tayrock]

Cracks

Deku x fem!reader

Content: ANGST. mental health, depression, yearning, fluff, jealously, drinking

Your gaze flickered across the room, nursing a beer in your hand, you felt a pang in your chest as you watched your best friend, Izuku Midoriya talk excitedly with Ochaco. The small house party made you feel reflective, focusing on the music, which was strangely melancholy.

Sighing, you venture to the kitchen, nobody was there so you sat on a bar stool. To think you had gotten dressed up nice for this, hoping Izuku would finally notice you. Heart heavy, you stared out of the window above the sink, watching the stars as your heart sunk further in your chest. Taking a sip, you put your head down, staring at the floor, closing your eyes and listening to the music as your heart bled itself out, the lyrics resounding.

“Little acts of conversation,

I don’t think I like myself.”

Your head pounded, each breath leaving your lips feeling like a laborious task. Your heart felt so heavy, and you couldn’t put the emotions you felt into proper words. Loneliness, desperation, want, jealousy. You had never wanted anybody as bad as you wanted Izuku, your heart beat for him, and he had no clue. Taking a long drink, you got up, opening the door to the back patio and sitting down on a cushioned chair, drawing your knees to your chest, you watch cars pass by, strangers.

Chewing your lip you pull out your phone, a missed call from Izuku dominating your screen. Clicking it off, you put it on the table sitting next to you.

“Am I comfortable in silence?

Or is it eating me alive

Nothing’s ever really quiet

When you need distraction to survive”

Why did it have to be you? You wonder. The one who always bleeds herself dry, so vulnerable, so expressive, so thoughtful. Your chest felt so hollow all the time, staying up late into the night, thinking about how the one thing you want is something you can’t have. It’d ruin everything. Your very soul yearned for Izuku, like your true calling was him. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t think. Not when he wasn’t yours and you couldn’t do anything about it.

You grabbed another drink, opening it with little hesitation. The constant cycle of sadness being temporarily numbed by the buzz of alcohol in your veins. Scanning the back lawn, you see other party goers, all happy and cheerful. Jealously.

Why couldn’t you be happy? Not even pretending can convince you anymore. Yearning.

Every emotion you’ve ever felt reverberated through your bones—waiting, stagnant—trying to find an opportunity to spill over following a long crescendo.

You heard the screen door slide open, and soft footsteps padding behind you. You knew who it was. You wish it wasn’t.

Looking up, you’re met with green eyes filled with worry. “Hey..”

You smile weakly, gesturing at the chair across from you welcomingly. He sits, watching you carefully as he does so, looking for a sign of joy. It doesn’t come.

“Hey.”

He exhales shakily, eyes refusing to meet yours as he takes in your image. You look, admittedly, miserable. His heart pangs, you haven’t been yourself in a long time. Sluggish, quiet, docile.

“It’s all you need

When you keep the rain from coming”

He’s left speechless watching you. Words unspoken hanging heavily in the air as he watches your stiff frame take another sip of your drink. His chest tightens at your display. You’re closed off. Defensive. He can’t help but feel that it’s his fault, regret lacing his mind as he tries to think of what he did, or, what he didn’t do.

“Nice party?” He asks, trying to stir conversation which had previously flowed easily between you two, always ending in laughter. You shrug, giving him a noncommittal look as you remain silent, gazing at the road.

Your jaw clenched and you gripped the stem of the bottle tighter, lip quivering. Your breath hitched and you turned further away from Izuku, building an emotional wall.

He dropped to his knees, sitting in front of you and grabbing the hand that clutched your jeans, his hands rough and scarred, but warm and comforting at the same time. He was looking at you as if you were something fragile, already cracked and broken, barely held together. Your heart lurched, avoiding his gaze and you sniffled.

“What did I do?” He whispered, eyes filling with tears as he watched your shoulders shake silently.

Words unspoken hung in the air, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You couldn’t face him. Not here, not while he was looking at you as if the smallest touch would cause your cracks to deepen. You got up slowly. Grabbing your drink in the process. He breathed, choked. His very heart being ripped open as he watched you stand up.

“It’s not what you did, it’s what you haven’t done, it’s what I selfishly want.”

Your heart tore, stepping away as you watched him sniffle, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he watched you walk away.

“Do you like becoming what you hate?

Am I comfortable in silence

Or am I waiting till it ends

Nothing’s ever really quiet

You were just to stubborn to pretend.”

You wished he would’ve said something, would’ve begged you not to go, would’ve asked you to stay with him. But you were met with silence. Utter, soul-crushing silence as you turned your back on him. Of course.

Grabbing your keys, you exited the front door, finding your car and starting it. Sitting there, the hum of the engine, you couldn’t bring yourself to drive away, not like this. You waited for about 25 minutes before you snapped back into reality. Driving away felt final, like you were leaving something behind.

Like leaving him behind.

You gripped the steering wheel harder, knuckles white, heart pounding against your ribs. The street was quiet, the kind of silence that made your thoughts deafening. Every time you closed your eyes, his smile flickered in your mind—gentle, open, always so damn kind. And yet… never yours. Not really.

Because if he had wanted you, wouldn’t he have said something? Wouldn’t he have stopped looking at other people like they were the sun and you were just a flickering streetlamp?

You felt foolish for thinking he’d want you as more than anything other than a friend. Izuku Midoriya was a kind man, and you were stupid enough to think it was anything more than kindness.

As you parked your car, your phone buzzed in your pocket. The called ID read “Izu!!” you smiled bitterly, declining the call as you got out of your car, locking it and making your way to the front door of your apartment.

Upon arrival, you entered the building and sunk to the floor against the door, sobbing in your arms as you felt helpless. Nobody wanted you, not even the man you loved would give you a second glance. Why did you feel like this all the time— irreparable. You hated how heavy everything felt, how every breath took more effort than it should. You hated that your heart only beat harder for someone who, in your mind, could never love someone so broken. You hated that you loved him—that it hurt this much. Nothing had prepared you for how it would feel; one-sided love.

Your heart bled Izuku Midoriya. Your very soul called for him.

Your phone began vibrating violently. Uravity.

Answering, you heard a relieved sigh, Ochaco’s voice entering your ears. “Are you okay?”

The weight of the question shook you to your very core. It was like she saw through you, through the feigned nonchalance. Your sighed shakily, hearing your voice echo on her speaker. “I can’t do this anymore, I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” You whispered, “I’m so tired of feeling like I’m drowning.”

Her breath hitched, “I’m gonna send somebody over there okay? Please don’t hurt yourself, please.”

She hung up, you assumed she was finding someone to check on you. Lying on the cold floor, you contemplated her request, to not hurt yourself. You had never thought to go that far. It was troubling that she’d assume you’d do that.

Dragging yourself off of the floor, you went to your bathroom, standing under the heat of the shower for a while, cleaning yourself. As you finished you returned to your room getting dressed you laid on your bed, staring at the wall for you don’t remember how long, before you heard your front door unlock. You panicked, rushing to lock your bedroom door, the handle turned and you could hear sobs coming from behind it.

“Y/n?” It was Izuku, who had a key to your apartment, you breathed a sigh of relief and your heart sunk at the sound of his sobs. Opening the door, he rushed in, engulfing you in a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he sounded almost breathless as if he ran to get to your apartment. Which you realized was the case because you had driven him to the party. Internally facepalming, you noted to apologize for it later. “When you looked at me today like I was a complete stranger—like you didn’t feel anything for me, it made me feel like I lost you, my best friend.”

He sobbed, holding you tightly, shaking as he held you as if you’d shatter. You stiffly hugged him back, trying to half-heartedly comfort him.

“I’ve wasted so much time waiting, waiting for something to happen,” he choked out, rubbing your back, “I’m such an idiot. Uraraka said something was wrong and I couldn’t help but come running all the way out here, the thought of losing you was too much to bear.”

Your chest ached, listening to these words coming out of his mouth. You sighed, hugging him back as you let more tears fall, mixing yours with his as you embraced.

“I couldn’t let you go without telling you how I feel.” Your heart stuttered, looking up into his watery green eyes you saw an unfamiliar emotion swimming within them—vulnerability. Your heart raced, waiting.

“I-I love you.”

You felt something snap inside of you, a dam of emotions breaking. “I should’ve realized sooner, I should’ve known, I was so scared. I was scared I wasn’t good enough for you, I never realized until Uraraka told me something was wrong. If I had lost you, I wouldn’t have lived. I can’t live without you. I love you so much I can’t even fully describe it. It’s all consuming, something I’ve never felt before. I didn’t realize I was hurting you, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to fix the damage I did.”

Your chest squeezed uncomfortably as you lurched forward, capturing his lips in a kiss, holding his face like he would try to run away. Your tears continued to fall, but the weight on your soul lifted, the pieces of your heart’s puzzle clicking together.

“I love you.”

You deepened the kiss, desperately trying to mold yourself into him, imprinting yourself in a way that would render him unable to love anybody else. Your teeth clicked together messily, desperation clawing at your insides as he tugged at your body, bringing him closer to you.

“Please stay,” you whispered into his open mouth, and he nodded, nodded at your with his spit slicked lips, glowing in the moonlit room. Looking at you as if you had hung the stars, because to him, you did. You were his world, his best friend, the love of his life.

“I’ll never leave you.” You held his hand as you led him to your bed, resting your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat as if it were an addiction. He held you closely, kissing the crown of your head as he stroked your back, worried you’d leave.

“I love you,” he whispered into the dark.

“I love you,” you replied.

Idk if I like this one that much but it’s okay! We all start somewhere and I don’t rlly like writing ANGSTY ANGST like that so I couldn’t rlly describe it very well. Also I’m updating hella bc I’m bored

[tayrock]

Stay

Bakugo x fem!Reader

Content warnings: angst, mentions of injury/blood, fluff, mentions of loss

The frenzied bodies flying across the battlefield blurred Katsuki’s vision. A new villain making his first debut had attacked the city, drawing the attention of multiple hero agencies, including Dynamites and yours.

His ear piece buzzed, the signal between him and his sidekicks being cut off long ago. His ears rung as he let off explosion after explosion, trying to defend himself and his comrades.

“Has anybody heard from y/n?” He yelled, watching as the villain retreated, injured. The police showed up, taking him in. He crouched, rubbing the knots out of his shoulders, waiting for somebody to answer him.

His answer came eventually, as he heard sirens begin to approach the area. He looked around frantically, trying to locate you. Standing up, he rushed toward the noise.

“What’s going on?” His heart raced frantically as he continued his search for his girlfriend, taking his gauntlets off and setting them on the ground. He noted the looks of pity on his coworkers’ faces, heart sinking as he realized the truth.

Glancing at the ambulance he saw a familiar array of colors dripping with blood. Shoving people out of the way he found you laying on a gurney, unconscious with a large pole sticking through your abdomen. He blanched, becoming dizzy at the sight of you laying there. Ears ringing, he rushed forward, grabbing your hand and feeling his eyes grow wet.

“Sir? We need you to step back,” an EMT told him, gently pushing him out of the way. He seethed, anger and regret coursing through his veins. His blood boiled as he watched them ship you off to the hospital. He felt something he hasn’t felt in years. Useless.

He shoved past the crowd forming, grabbing his gauntlets as he made his way back to the agency. His sidekicks trailing behind as they whispered about you, watching careful at Dynamight’s reaction.

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Katsuki sat in his office chair, head in his hands and he thought. Crackles of thunder interrupting the silence of his office every few minutes. The rain was hitting the roof of his agency so hard it reverberated through the building, emphasizing the unrest throughout his staff.

Many lingered around the door, watching through the small window for Bakugo to move, but he remained still, which was a stark contrast to his usual personality.

He had received a call just a few hours after your injury, being informed that you were being wheeled off to surgery and it was 50/50 if you’d survive the trauma of removing the massive pole lodged between your stomach and small intestine. He asked when he’d be able to visit and they informed him that the surgery was too dangerous to determine the length.

Now, he sits at his black leather chair, staring down at his phone and waiting for the call that you’d be alright, doubt gnawing at his brain.

He couldn’t waste time crying, but his skin crawled for a release.

Getting up abruptly, he grabbed his bag and shoved his phone inside, deciding he couldn’t sit around and wait forever.

“Dynamight-San! Are you leaving the office?” His secretary chirped, ready to clock him out. He shot her a look, shaking his head and sticking his thumb out to the gym. She nodded, bidding him farewell as he entered the doors, which slammed behind him and echoed throughout the room. Sighing, he placed his bag down in the locker room, changing into his workout clothes.

That’s when he got the call. A nurse had called your emergency contact, which was him. He slammed the door as he ran out to his car, driving to the hospital as fast as he could (legally) go. He barged through the door, barking your name and flying up the stairs as he found your room.

Standing outside, his heart raced, he had no idea what he would see behind the closed door. He swallowed, the muscles in his throat working as he gently opened the door.

Rain slammed against the hospital windows, a dull roar that couldn’t drown out the chaos in Bakugo’s chest.

He stood by the bed like a statue—arms crossed tightly, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed—but anyone who knew him would see past the scowl. His hands trembled slightly where they gripped his biceps. He didn’t dare sit, not while you were lying there unconscious, wrapped in white gauze and hooked up to machines that beeped too slowly for his liking.

“You’re such a damn idiot,” he muttered, voice low and hoarse. His eyes, finally, becoming watery. He sighed, grabbing one of the ugly green chairs and pulling it up to the bed you lay in.

Rubbing your hand with his thumb, he glances at the machines, helping you live. The soft beeping and rhythmic hiss of oxygen haunt his every breath, each sound a reminder that he wasn’t fast enough. Not strong enough. Not there.

His jaw clenches, sharp red eyes tracking the slow rise and fall of your chest beneath the hospital blanket. “Damn it,” he mutters, voice raw and vulnerable. “You weren’t supposed to get hit. That was my job.” He sniffles, wiping his eyes and laying his head down on the edge of the bed, taking in your features as you sleep peacefully.

He had never loved anybody this much, he always felt vulnerable around you, like somebody had ripped out his heart and rinsed it out, leaving only enough room for you to fill. His chest ached as he thought about how his world would change without you, if you didn’t make it through this. His head swam with thoughts like; if only I had been faster, if only she was there, I wish it was me.

He looked at you then, really looked — pale, still, breathing shallowly under all the wires and tubes. The fire in his chest that usually raged with anger or determination felt different now — hollow and desperate. His fingers brushed yours on top of the blanket, and he held your hand like it was the last solid thing in the world.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do without you,” he said, barely audible. “I always thought I’d be the one to die first. I’ve lived my whole damn life like I didn’t care. But then you showed up and ruined everything.”

He finally let his tears fall, sobbing into your hand as he kissed it. He felt so raw, so vulnerable. His usually witty and beautiful girlfriend lie in the cold hospital bed next to him, pale, and unresponsive. He prayed to whatever God he believed in, begged to bring you back to him.

“Baby please,” he begged, feeling as if he was the one being ripped open. He waited for something, anything, as he watched your chest rise and fall with the assistance of the intubation stuck down your mouth.

Suddenly, a choking gargled sound left your mouth and you began to cough. Your eyes shot open as you grasped for his hand and he laughed in relief. A nurse came rushing in, removing the tube sticking down your throat. You sighed, falling back on your pillows and smiling at Katsuki, eyes flickering shut as you cleared your throat.

“Hi,” you rasped, watching his face, tears fell down his cheeks as he stared at you with his wide, vermillion eyes. You grasped his hand tightly, bringing it to your chest. “Do you feel that?” You asked, “I’m still here, I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded, suddenly at a loss for words. He closed his eyes in relief as he felt the steady thrum of your heartbeat under his fingers. He let his shoulders slump as he continued to cry.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispered, voice low as he felt your warmth. He sighed shakily. “You can’t do that to me, I’m supposed to be there for you, I’m supposed to keep you safe y/n, it’s my job to protect you.”

Your heart stuttered, his confession leaving you without words. You open your arms as an invitation, and he readily crawls into them, placing his head right above your heart as to hear it beating.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, brushing his wet hair out of his eyes, feeling him sink into like it was a normal day at home. His eyes fluttered as he looked into yours, staring into them with a seriousness you only see when he’s regarding a villain.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, I love you so much, so much it makes me feel like I can’t breathe when you’re not around. I love you so fucking much that it makes me feel like I’m drowning. Don’t you ever apologize for almost dying, let me apologize for being a shitty hero and not protecting you when you needed it most.”

“Kats-“ he didn’t let you finish, kissing you like you were gone for years and he was going through withdrawals. He grabbed your face and kissed you everywhere his lips would reach, his face still went from the tears he shed.

“Tell me when you need help, never feel like you can’t ask. I know you can handle yourself but I need to know my baby is safe. You’re the love of my life and I can’t lose you.”

You smile, holding him close as he becomes docile, his anger and regret dying as he held you close, listening to the sound of your heart and feeling your chest move with breath. “You’re such a dumbass. Please stay.”

“I love you too you big softie,” you kiss the top of his head, falling asleep under his warmth.

I’ve never written anything like this before so if you want more lmk!