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look all im saying is what if we went on a road trip to forks and the whole way there we listened to the twilight soundtrack and  dressed up like we were in the movies and went to the Carver Café and just go on adventures there, go to la push and take rad pictures but also act very mysterious while we were there and in our minds we look cool but in reality people are giving us weird looks and shit. I think that’d be pretty fucking rad.

Edit: LMAO I DIDNT THINK SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD REBLOG AND LIKE THIS… I found my people.

I was just watching Heroes rising and I still cry when Izuku and Katsuki fight against Nine like this is such a powerful, beautiful and emotional scene and I don't know why. I was genuinely bawling and the song didn't make it better 🥹

Sylus honey~~~

Making me cry huh..🥹

Blink

Word count: 866 Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: angst

As a Pro-hero, Bakugou prides himself on being strong, capable, a protector.

But even more than that, he prides himself on winning you over, his partner who had once declared very loudly that you were happier, safer when working alone.

It had taken him a while, but he’d taken the time to show you he could be someone you could rely on to have your back in the field, and your heart when you weren’t.

But right now? He feels utterly helpless.

Concrete slabs press down painfully on his chest from the building that came down on the two of you, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t move it. Smoke and dust fill his nose, make his eyes sting. It’s like his body has stopped listening, and all he can produce despite the sweat rolling down his face is a few pathetic sparks that singe his side where his hand is trapped.

You’re only a few inches out of his reach, his free hand stretching out for you, fingertips raw and bleeding from where he clawed at the ground in an effort to reach you. He can tell he has a few broken ribs too, his body screaming in protest every time he tries to stretch again, every time he tries to free himself and get to you.

He’s not sure if you’re even really recognizing him most of the time now, your breaths shallow and shaky. There’s concrete pressing down on you too, but what’s worse is the two thick bars of metal that you’d landed on when the villains had ripped the building from beneath your feet. 

He can see the torn fabric at the base of each rebar are soaked with red, the stains slowly spreading. He can’t help the irrational anger he feels at the sight, at the realization that they’ve ruined your pretty little hero suit. 

Your eyes fluttering shut once again has him calling out desperately to you, calling your name until they open once again, hardly focused as you try to stay awake.

A cough wracks your body, and he watches in denial as blood stains your mouth, those lips he loves to kiss, to nip at when you’re being mouthy. He’d give anything to hear you mouth off right now, to blame him for the predicament you’re in. 

But you’re silent, using all your energy to just stay alive at this point, and he knows it. So he fills the silence himself, makes you promises of a shiny engagement ring, whatever wedding you want, babies that look just like him. But you have to stay alive. For him. 

It’s selfish, he knows, to demand you keep fighting for him, but he feels utterly helpless- is utterly helpless as he watches you bleed all over the dirt, knows how heavily the concrete is weighing down on your battered body. He wishes he could go back to two hours ago, back to before you followed him in pursuit of the villains, too determined to catch them to wait for backup. He’d assured you the two of you could do it, that it would be a piece of cake, back to the moment you’d laughed and bet him you could catch both the criminals before he can.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying at first, too focused on the soft smile that graces over your lips as he continues to ramble about the life he’s gonna give you, until your gaze shifts to look at him, a moment of clarity as that smile withers. 

“Katsuki, this isn’t your fault.” you murmur weakly, always able to read his mind (his heart), even when he doesn’t want you to. Your voice is soft, shaky, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to collect himself, stop that sob that’s crawling it’s way from his chest.

When he opens them again, you’re staring right through him. 

Panic fills him as he zeroes in on your chest, for the tell-tale rise that tells him you’re still breathing. 

It never comes. 

Your name slips from his lips in a hushed whisper, eyes blurring with the onslaught of fresh tears as his calls become louder. Desperation overtakes him and he lets loose an explosion that burns a fresh hole into his side, the concrete above him crumpling from the heat but not letting up enough for him to reach you. 

He’s screaming your name now, frantically trying to claw his way to you, a stream of curses and pleas bouncing off the dirt and rubble around the two of you. 

By the time the rescue team finds the two of you, his side is blackened from his quirk, skin burnt and angry from the persistent heat, and his voice is gone, barely a whisper as he continues to call for you. 

A call that’s never answered.

Kirishima’s one of the first to find the two of you, and a year later, he tearfully admits to Bakugou he thought he’d lost you both when he pulled his friend from the rubble. That it had seemed that all life had left the blonde’s eyes, despite the fact that his pulse was still strong. 

Katsuki doesn’t have the heart to tell him he wishes he had died with you that day.  

I love Sen Kaibara.