#I have so many ideas for him my head is exploding rn but I also have other stuff aaaaa

[pup-pee]

my father telling me how scared he was when i ran away from the house but i cant express how scared i was 2 b in the house

hey, whats up w/that?

[devil-doll13]

YES FOR HAPPIER BC GOODISH NEWS

Cylas, Mischa, Sirius Black ;D

Cylas

Mischa

Sirius

[merakiui]

Hello! It is me, the anon that asked where you are in Penacony. I am also Amethyst Anon! I’ve sent ideas and stuff before about other stuff, mostly TWST, through anon cause I’m shy, but I want to be more involved with my blog so here I am off anon :3

Anyways, Sunday has officially rotted my brain. I lost interest in HSR because the Luofu storyline was kinda…meh to me, but seeing all this stuff about Sunday on tumblr made me go 👀 While I did have some things spoiled for me, playing it was still sooooo fun and every time he was on screen I was blushing hehe

Anyways, he has so much yandere potential that I came up with so many ideas that I might (?) want to pursue with writing once I muster up the courage to start writing again (I’ve got a difficult relationship with it rn 😫). I jotted them down in my phone and I just have to share them lest I explode. Dw there won’t be anything that spoils past where you said you’re at!

Okay, so there’s that ability that Halovians have that he referred to as tuning. When he used it to interrogate Aventurine I was scared and horny, and thought about Sunday using it on his darling. I don’t remember exactly how it works so this is at the top of my head but! everyday he’ll ask “Question: do you love me?” and of course you say no. It’s easy to answer that because it’s the truth. But one day when you say “no” you feel a searing pain in your head, like you’re being torn apart, and you’re horrified to realize that for the first time since he used his tuning ability on you, you’re lying. It doesn’t hurt to admit the truth (literally - the pain instantly goes away) but you feel your heart breaking forever…

I think that little diorama of Golden Hour he has in the pavilion technically belongs to every head in the family, but I like to think Sunday is fixated on it the most. Imagine he puts you there as punishment. Okay, you don’t want to spend time with him? (And he has so little free time, how could you be so cruel?) Into the makeshift doll house you go! He’ll loom over you like a giant and you can try to run and hide from his sight, but he can easily pick you up like you’re a little mouse, gently laying you on the palm of your hand. I think he’d like to undress and dress you while you’re so tiny, you’re his little delicate doll >:3c

So the part where the crew win the Soulglad competition and Sunday makes them answer three questions based on his life experiences, I felt like I was being personally targeted 😫 The fact that I had to choose one option or the other, with no room for nuance, and that for the first two I actually AGREED with him made me feel like he was psychologically tormenting me. Self aware Sunday who knows he’s in a video game??? I don’t think he’d need his tuning ability to manipulate you. All he has to do is talk in order to get you questioning yourself.

And perhaps my most unhinged idea…Sunday using tuning to make you cum without even having to touch you :3c

Hehe…those are my thots! I have so much more but they have to do with rest of the Penacony story! Btw the photo of him in the confessional…I instantly saved on my phone. Have you ever seen a man more beautiful?…And I also saved a screen shot of what Himeko said about him…

…Dom!Sunday aksiejskakakwnsnqjnan

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! Amethyst anon, hello!!!!!!! It is lovely to chat with you off anon!! I must thank you for always sending such wonderful thoughts hehe. <3

I am officially trapped in the Sunday pit. It's like Kikuo's Hole-Dwelling, only this is the Sunday-Dwelling, an inescapable pit in which all are destined to love him forever. Every day is Sunday if you're obsessed like me. OTL hsr cooked such an exquisite meal. I fear no character can compete with Sunday,,,, he is perfect. ✨

I'm happy you could enjoy Penacony despite being spoiled! The entirety of the Luofu storyline was spoiled for me, but I still enjoyed it because I got to fight Phantylia. She's so pretty uuwuwaaa. >w< that aside, I was also blushing whenever there was a scene with Sunday. I've taken so many screenshots of him,,, it's crazy how one man can rot my brain so intensely, but this is no different than my adoration for Scara and Azul. orz

The tuning ability AAAAAAAAAAA. That entire scene was so tense. I loved it. Poor Aventurine really didn't stand a chance. T_T Sunday plays 4D chess; it's impossible to beat him. That's such a brilliant idea,,,, Sunday using his tuning ability on you. The way you slowly but surely adopt different thoughts as your brain feels like it's burning. Inevitably, just as birds crash to their deaths, you will love him.

The Golden Hour model..... omg I had the same thought when Aventurine was shrunk and put inside it. Sunday who peers down at you and you're nothing more than a tiny ant from his perspective, perfectly palm-sized. He would treat you like a little doll and put you in all kinds of outfits, and you have no choice but to remain still because he could crush you between two fingers if he so pleases. Maybe he builds a small cage for you so that he can keep you at his bedside when he sleeps. :D

THOSE QUESTIONS!!!! I couldn't believe it, but I was also agreeing with him. It was a moment of, "Hold on. Let him keep talking." When Sunday also said that all days should be rest days (Sundays), I realized he may have been cooking with that one. ;;;;; self-aware Sunday is such a yummy thought... he's not asking the Trailblazer these questions; he's asking you, the person behind the Trailblazer. aaaaa it really is psychological torment. >_<

Tuning to make you cum without even lifting a finger or touching you...... omg that's genius. The way he'd be so coy and self-satisfied,,, smiling at you... maybe even doing that cute, sinister chuckle of his under his breath. He would be so mischievous with that once he realizes just how wonderful it is seeing you come apart from something like this. Sunday who becomes a little too attached to teasing you!!!!

AAAAAA your thoughts are all so scrumptious...... orz orz I'm eating them up like they're to be my last meal. The confessional scene is burned into my brain forever. Even now, I'm still shocked that such a beautiful character like Sunday exists. Nothing can ever surpass the greatness that is the confessional scene and all of Sunday's religious symbolism!!!!! >:D

AND THAT HIMEKO QUOTE!!!!! I also saved it as soon as I read it,,,, the "strong conviction and a desire for dominance." Himeko, you cannot do this to me.... making such an observation like that!!!!! It's dangerous for my heart. (๑﹏๑//) dom Sunday........... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[crazylittlejester]

oh, more halloween ep/monster au thoughts I need to share NOW or I’ll literally EXPLODE. Color coded :D

I have a list for what each Link would be, except for Sky. I don’t know what to do with him. I can only think of an angel(too basic, not weird or pop-culture monster enough imo) or a harpy(also not pop-culture monster enough imo and I don’t know who he would hold a sword, in his mouth???). Maybe he would be part dragon??? Bird thingy??? I’m not good at this. You love Sky, I know you have great ideas. Please help(only if want not forcing).

Here are what I have listed as the guys:

Wild: Frankenstein’s Monster - cause shrine and stuff

Twilight: Vampire - he’s a creature of the night and in some stories(like Dracula I think)vamps can turn into wolves. Also, Twilight joke.

Sky: Empty because I don’t know :(

Time: Half-Oni - he’s only half because of the Fierce Deity. It’s turning him into one. Also they’re like protector spirits in one source I’ve read. Only one, but I like it.

Four: Minish(The Fly 1986) - So the 1986 movie, The Fly, a guy(the mc? I don’t remember rn)basically accidentally steps into a teleportation machine at the same time a fly flies in. The guy gets a fly head now. Four has the head of a Minish now. That’s it.

Warriors: Final Girl(Human) - There’s this horror trope of a “final girl” where only one singular girl is left alive at the end of the movie. It’s kind of a meme in the slasher fandom tbh. Also the girl is only alive because of either shear luck or something else. I only have him listed as Final Girl for the meme.

Legend: Haunted Doll - he like, used to have strings, like one of those puppets. Hold up I have a picture but he also has one of those ventriloquist dummy’s mouths

Wind: Physic twin with Arryl(probs spelt this wrong but it’s fine) - Making him a sea creature would be too easy. Also, he would be kinda creepy 24/7, as those creepy twins in like The Shining are. He’s just slightly off. Also he’s physic.

Hyrule: Witch - He has spells and stuff.

I picture Wars-and humans in general-as being naturally terrified of monsters. Let me rephrase that-they are more naturally cowards in comparison to Hylians. So Wars, who has the Triforce of Courage within him, is still a bit cowardly in comparison to his fellow heroes. His slightly cowardly nature was actually helpful during the war, as he could make more rational decisions compared to his fellow Hylian soldiers. Also he was the only human to be in the Hylian Military atm, he’s the special special. I picture that even in his time, humans are uncommon in Hylian areas, with people in the army giving him the stink eye every once in a while, or them just asking why his ears are like that. Maybe he had fake Hylian ears even before he got sent off on his newest adventure, just to get everyone else to shut up.

Humans are also less durable compared to Hylians. Unfortunately for Wars, the rest were all either born as Hylians, or are very close to them. They don’t know how fragile he is. Except for Twilight, he grew up with them he knows how they are, but there’s reason for him to believe that Warriors would be stronger than most humans, to be able to handle more than most humans. There’s a reason, a very justified reason for the natural cowardice of humans. There’s a reason there aren’t many around in Hyrule.

Anyways, have a great rest of your week, that’s a order! Well, not actually, but still.

I LOVE YOU FOR COLOR CODING THIS, FIRST OF ALL.

reading through and finding “Wars: Final Girl” made me laugh so hard. Absolutely iconic 12/10

i am chewing on the walls over Haunted Doll Legend /pos

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SO MUCH IM EATING THIS AU UP THIS IS SO SO SO SO GOOD OH MY GODDDDD

[mayullla]

I’m so glad you liked what I sent in again for the Three Wishes part 2 (genie yandere)! I really like that I was able to help you cause your writing talent is way too good. (And as a fellow artist…I get what it’s like to be in a roadblock and the frustration that comes with it).

I actually really love reading more unusual or less well known fairy tales and mythology, so I could always send some more your way so you don’t have to do any research. (You can be lazy! Yay!) Though if you’re up for that, I think it’d be easier if I just messaged you privately instead of going back and forth with anon asks (if that’s comfortable with you of course).

I also like Reader’s “suffering” too in yandere stories. I always like stereotypical HEA, but my version of “suffering” is more so that the yandere wins (and Reader doesn’t die either or is heavily abused to the point where death is the better option. I hate where there is no heavy “dere” in yanderes, cause if it’s just “yan,” it’s just an abusive piece of shit).

That’s absolutely understandably about not wanting to focus on the Prince, I was just throwing it out there in case you wanted to make him a new important OC. And changing the Prince into a different profession also is perfectly fine. (Heck in the original story, pretty much the main reason the Prince was out and about was because he was scholarly-like. Having a deep and wide fascination with all the world had to offer. The dude really just wanted to go on an adventure and learn more).

And I’m glad 6.e. made your heart explode with delight! (I also have a guilty pleasure of thinking about all the fucked up things yanderes can do to their lover/others).

🩷🩷🩷

Do whatever you feel comfortable ask if you wanna stay anon or dms~ If you are thinking about spam this blog doesn't get many to to be fair. But yeah it is probably more comfortable in dms.

But just a heads up I personally don't know when I would actually start posting here again just yet. While I am slowly getting back to writing rn but I am taking the chance to write some longer stuff or more personal (deranged really) without pressuring myself to post like one or two fics every week. (also started another hobby of journalling soo) If you don't mind just exchanging ideas and stories then yeah~ ^^

Another reason why I dont want to deal with tags, hashtags and proofreading

But yeahhh hmm I deff placed a few readers in a "better death than this" while also adding to it that the reader in my head still has a fear of death but no real bad abuse???? I THINK- lmao Ehh I guess it is more so I love the idea of yanderes having control over where the reader is I guess, so controlling the area where they are, or maybe the controlling the mind or movements, or arranged marriages :p All my wips that i am working on currently is just that right now. Either one or a mix of them.

[anshiel]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS PLS

there r so many and i am going 2 explode now, you have opened pandoras box

i am, i am going 2 start with ones i amn thinking about, which are ocs from an original story about destiny, because

The three main characters for the story which wip name rn might just be split destiny(abbreviation: two of a kind) it's about two kid's who accidentally get chosen under the same destiny despite it only being meant for one person and their mentor, Süsi who was kinda trying to get that.(not sure about the names because i thought mason and peggy at first but now kinda just wanna use the estonian ones i thought for them, Tiivi and Madis)

The three main characters for the story, images of them:) (timeskip versions of Tiivi and Madis in the top right one, tiivi digital sketches from me trying to figure out her colors)

ohk, details nd characters, Tiivi's a high energy person in general and positive for the most part, has had the ability to speak to animals forever. She's someone who's always wanted adventure and felt special so she was pretty thrilled to have something greater than life happen to her, summons a sword or spear thanks to the chosen one biz. She finds out her mother(who she hasn't seen in years and barely remembers) is very much active in the magic world and has a whole phoenix and rebirth theme going on(also doing some shady stuff), Also finding out she has an older brother she never met apparently, he's got plant powers (seems to be working for some sort of magical authority?).

Madis is very much more of a wallflower and has a tendency to draw in on himself and also ignore anything strange happening around him including his luck powers which is why he is at all not happy with what happened and would like to live a normal life, summons a scythe or shield. He lives with his aunt and has a cat, didn't know his parents, does seem to have some talent when it comes to this magic stuff and has eyes on him.

oooohg, let's get to tha mentor, Süsi, they do not know what they are doing teaching these children. He's been doing this awhile and has a whole detective thing going on (because i am like this and like making detective characters), seem to work place to place, generally seems mysterious, she's got a whole fire and dragon theme going on and also may have escaped death one too many times.

post timeskip a lotta changes happen and developments, Süsi goes into hiding, Tiivi keeps learning magic and also doing odd jobs with her brother and Madis goes to do normal teenager things back at home.

They try to keep in touch, in this period might also find more out about how their powers are connected and a mental link.

This story idea mostly came about out of kid me's anger at the lack of male female friendships and deciding i have to do this myself(Madis and Tiivi aren't even the first time i decided "actually this boy and girl character's would die for eachother and are not at all romantically invoved, fuck you" you can see a lotta YA. novels and cartoons pissed me off with that)also apparently i just wrote a snippet of a depressed boy and cheerful girl in like 2009? idk i was like 10 and had an assignment for writing and that also led to this.

(oh god there's so many miscellaneous sketches here of the cast for this shit)

There's also a shady school in this, mostly pre-timeskip and some immortal fuckos(to be fair one of them's trying to stop the other one, there's implications of them being connected in this cycle due to similar reasons that Tiivi and Madis are connected to eachother), also everyone aspec, süsi has an ex gf(Linda) in this that works for said school and seems blind to any wrongdoings by her workplace. Also a selkie girl at same school who's her prodigy gets a crush on Tiivi because i like to put lesbianism in my stories.

here's more recent sketches on my tablet from their postimeskip looks and also messy rough comics of scenes i have in my head during late night because thinking about them and need to get these thoughts out or else i will not sleep

anyways THANK YOU 4 the ask so i can ramble about my cringe ass nae-nae ocs(despite this i still have hundreds of other ocs and stories i have not mentioned here because this post is long enough, most likely have posted sketches of em but this does remind me i should try posting about them more again)

(follow up)

[milo-is-rambling]

I really want to paint something big. I think it would do something. Make me feel something. I want a big canvas project. Like a canvas the same height as me. That would be so expensive but I want it. I don’t even have paper that big I only have regular printer paper and maybe 11 x 17 (printer department flashbacks) ughhhhhhh. What time does five below open. Maybe. No. Ugh fucking stupid baby car (in my head I’m like a sim I’m stomping outside and kicking over the trash can) I hate the baby car. Maybe I could suck it up. If I can go early. It won’t be crazy hot (lying) but I could go to five below and get at least a bigger sketch pad (I know I have so many notebooks and sketchbooks and smaller canvases I’m not using rn that are fine but I want the happy buying things chemicals) I am so tired right now and I took a very large bong rip and now I’m just stream of consciousness typing and it’s ugh yeah my brain is tired and I want to be happy and do something I can pretend is productive but I don’t have any real ideas for art stuff. Well I did have an idea last night for a cardboard thing. Hmmm. And I haven’t done magazine collage in a while I could do that. Hmmmmm. I feel like if i don’t do something productive soon I’m going to explode (taking meds is working. Also three weeks back on meds as of yesterday) maybe I’ll move around my flags and posters today…… hmmm. However my mom did come into my room the other day (hanging out with funk) and randomly look at my wall (she doesn’t normally sit at my desk to look closely at that wall) and she was just like wow there’s a lot of thumbtacks in that wall. So I do feel like maybe moving posters and stuff is not the move. However. I also feel like I desperately need to get out of the patterns I’m stuck in so I want to change my environment instead of myself bc I’m avoiding changing myself always for reasons I’m not even sure of. Lie. Putting in effort scares me. Knowing i could put work into being a person and still crumble again and lose it all is terrifying and it feels like every time something goes well something else comes crashing down and I can never have everything going well at once. That’s why. But that’s also an excuse to not change my shitty behavior bc it’s hard and I’m lazy. But is that the mean voice in my head or is that the truth. Am I lazy or have I been depressed for so long I don’t know how to be happy. I was thinking about natural selection yesterday while I was swimming. (Water motif) (I laughed when I thought it so I had to add it) anyways. Natural selection. I was just thinking like. My brain is fucked. If you put my brain into any other body in any other place in any other situation they would still be depressed. I have a chemical imbalance like it’s just fucked to begin with. So then you have to be like okay so if I don’t go on meds. I can’t do anything. I’m literally like. I just rot away and do nothing when I’m depressed. But when I was like 11/12 the depression hit hard as fuck and I don’t remember when I got put on meds the first time but I think I was 14 or 15. Well. Wait. I did take a liquid dose of an antipsychotic when I was 13 because I couldn’t take pills (still hate taking pills). I forgot about that until just this moment. That was a ROUGH time in my life. And I just. Fully forgot about it. Okay. Ignoring that it’s been like six years since I first started seeing a therapist oh my god seven years since ***** i don’t even want to have a tag for him lol ignoring it !!!! Ignoring it !!!! Ignoring it !!! Not thinking about it !!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 ignoring it. Okay. I forgot what my point was. I think my point was I should’ve been dead years ago if meds didn’t exist and yet I still have this cycle of taking them taking them then not taking them and now I’m on a taking them cycle but like what is wrong with me !!! Oh yeah the chemical imbalance and then add some traumatic shit too !! Ughhhh!!!! BRAINS ARE SO LOUD. I want to sleep.

[erodasfishtacos]

do you think MLB h would be at the all star game @ coors field rn looking fine as hell 👀

umm yes. last one of the night. i like this one 😌

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When they announce his name in the stadium of nearly 100,000 people, he strides up to the stage with a cocky smile and unbothered strut.

He stands up there with them as they introduce all eight, give them a fist bump as they’re all a little nervous to play against one of the most arguable best players in history.

For the first round, Harry has a wide, arrogant smirk as he hits home run after home run until the buzzer is ringing.

He knocked the first person out 27 to 19. Easy as fucking cake.

There’s a cute moment when they break so the other players can set up for their turn and the cameras focus on YN and the kids.

YN and all the kids are in matching jerseys for their dad. Easton and Cash, of course, are making funny faces at the camera. Ezra nuzzles his face shyly into his mother’s side to hide. Briar is just relaxing a sling on her mum’s chest.

The announcer echoes through the stadium, “In the audience, we have recording-breaking Harry Styles’ family tonight. Three boys and a fairly new baby girl.”

The second announcer chimes in, “Yeah, I don’t know if the crowd knows this but he’s been with his wife since sophomore year of college, pre-major leagues.”

“Worked out well for her, huh? I gotta say that those three boys look like little clones of their father,” The one chuckles as Easton and Cash dance around as Ezra continues to hide.

“I agree, hopefully they can play like him too,” The other adds.

Nobody in the crowd misses how Harry’s eyes twinkle as he looks at the mega screen while his family is displayed.

A interviewer with a microphone steps over to the family, she puts the object down at the kids level, “Are you guys excited to see your dad play?”

Easton puts his mouth much too close, YN pulls him back a bit, “Yeah, he’s gonna win ‘cause he’s the best out there!”

Cash squeezes in next to him, “He’s gonna kick ass!”

YN smacks her hand against her forehead with embarrassment as Harry barks out a loud laugh on the field - watching so fucking fondly.

Easton sneaks back in, “He’s not suppose to say that!”

The crowd is cracking up, the woman pushes the mic towards Ezra who is eyeing it up curiously, hesitantly he leans forward and squeals, “I love my daddy.”

The whole stadium erupts in laughs and coos at how cute the little one is.

Harry is holding back a laugh as he blows them a few kisses, god - his babies were fucking perfect.

The second round is just as good for Styles which really shouldn’t be a surprise, everyone knew he had this competition in the bag.

Afterwards, he points up at his wife, and mouths, “this is all for you, mama.”

And like…how does every girl not fall for this man?

Well they do and they are green with envy of YN.

After the buzzer rings on the third round and the crowd explodes with cheers and claps of Harry’s victory.

Well, he just keeps the cocky ass smile like he knew he was going to win the whole time and when the first interviewer chases up to him, he gives an answer as such.

“Harry! How do you feel about winning The Homerun Derby?” He presses a mic into close to his face.

With a shit-eating grin, he shrugs and lazily says, “S’not really a surprise I won, y’know?”

And that’s also why some many people hate him.

“Do you see yourself coming back next year to play again?”

“I totally would as long as the other players coming in are okay with losing,” Harry flashes him a confident squint before a small human then another are nearly toppling him over.

Little chants of ‘Daddy!’ as Easton and Cash tug as his baseball pants, he squat down, “Y’have fun watching, my loves?”

“Did you win?” Cash shouts excitedly, having no idea of what actually was going on as he looks around with wide eyes.

Then there is another squeak of, “Daddy! Missed you!”

Ezra is motioning for his father to pick him up.

Harry chuckles with adoration, scooping his son up onto his hip, “Hi, my lil’ lovebug. Y’like watchin’ daddy play?”

He nods, laying his head on his father’s shoulder, and YN appears with a drowsy Briar, safe and warm in the soft sling.

“Good job, baby-“

“Oi! Get your fuckin’ cameras out of my kid’s faces!” Harry bellows angrily when a photographer gets too close to Easton and Cash.

“Just taking some pictures, bro,” The guy mumbles with embarrassment before backing up.

“And I said to back the fuck away from my children, bro,” He repeats firmly, bring his boys closer to his body.

Briar is blinking curiously up at her father, he can’t help but lean forward and coos, “Hi, m’gorgeous girl.”

She smiles a toothless grin up at him and he is instantly taking the carrier from YN, and slipping the sling over his own chest.

It’s quite comical to see Harry Styles - best player in the league, winner of the derby - toting a infant around in a polka sling as he talks to interviewers.

When he gets sick of the questions, he shrugs and says, “M’sorry guys, the baby say she’s done with interviews for the night.”

Then he just trots off.

When he finally has a moment with his wife, she presses a soft kiss to his lips, “I am so so proud of you, baby.”

He steals a few more slow ones, smiling against her lips when he feels Briar tugging at a button on his jersey, “S’all to impress you, mama.”

“I’m impressed. Best baseball player, best husband, best dad…” she trails off sweetly, rubbing a bit of dirt from his cheek.

“Don’t make me get emotional,” He laughs with a few watery tears welling in his eyes as he quickly scrubs them away.

“I love you,” She murmurs, eyes sincere and devoted.

“I love you more than anythin’,” Harry tells her seriously, “None of this means anything without you, mama.”

[roscgcld]

DAYDREAMING!AU || new reality

;request: rn i’m obsessed with your writing & the daydreaming!reader<33 but i also love angst so what would happen if she ended up getting really hurt protecting another student - hope that wasn’t too weird.. again, i love your writing !!

note: ahaha, i am glad that a lot of people enjoy my daydreaming!reader works; she is also one of my babies as well >< and originally i wasn't going to do this cause i had no idea on what to write - but i had managed to layout a rocky plan before i got some bursts of inspiration lol. ended up becoming too loud though ><” I am sorry for that~

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist

“There is a chance that she will never wake up from this.”

Shoko gave the others in the room a concerned glance as she glanced up from her tablet, hating how silent it was besides the quiet beeping of the machines around the occupied bed. Laying in the bed was Y/N, a breathing tube carefully inserted into her mouth with the ventilator beside her being the only thing that’s keeping her oxygen levels normal. “The amount of damage she took was quite large. And even though she had managed to regulate quite a strong barrier of Curse Energy around her at all times, it wasn’t enough to brace her for the impact of her being slammed into the build.”

The mission shouldn’t have ended this way - the first and second year students were sent on a mission to deal with a few Finger Bearers that had appeared in the city due to the lack of sorcerers on duty at the time. They were under the care of a few First Grade sorcerers, all hand-picked by Yaga-sensei to ensure the safety of the kids.

However, things rarely go to plan in the jujutsu world.

Yaga-sensei sighs softly as he leans back into his seat, his eyes glancing over at his student that was clearly battling to stay alive. Guilt started to eat him from the inside out, since this was technically his fault. Sure, everyone knows that there is no way that you can go on a mission without enduring some casualties. But the fact is that this was not what he had expected for the outcome to be.. “I am going to kill them myself.”

“G-Gojo-san!” Ijichi hissed out as he glances over at the white haired shaman in the room with wide eyes, the man having been leaning against the wall opposite from the hospital bed with his arms crossed over his chest. His head was tipped forward with an almost too casual expression on his face, yet anyone can tell the barely suppressed anger that lurked underneath. An anger that was only a few moments away from exploding. “You can’t - don’t say things like that!”

“And you expect me to sit back as they failed to save the children?” Gojo asks in a loud voice, effectively squashing whatever confidence Ijichi had built up inside of him. The hand that was resting arm tightened, the veins at the back of his pale hands started to protrude out as Gojo’s anger started to show itself. “I need a good explanation on how their incompetency put our student in this state. 5 First Grades against 3 Special Grade Curses? With 7 talented students by their side and they still can’t handle it? Give me a fucking break.”

“Not everyone can be like you, Satoru.” Yaga-sensei finally mumbles out as he rests his forehead into his hand, fingers pinching at the space between his eyes tiredly. “If anything, it was my fault. I had underestimated the brains of the Finger Bearers, and because of that, all my calculations were wrong. I put retrieving the fingers over numbers. So if you want to find someone to be angry to, the blame is on me.”

The room went quiet after Yaga’s explanation, both Ijichi and Shoko sharing a caution look before casting a glance over at the blindfolded man. After a few tensed moments Gojo pushed himself off the wall and walked out of the hospital room without another word, closing the door behind him quietly; a stark contrast to his usual habit of either slamming the shoji doors too hard, or leaving it open completely.

That out of character move definitely had Shoko sighing in concern. “That idiot...I hope he’s not going to do anything stupid.” She mumbles softly before she turned back to face the young girl laying on the bed, quietly reaching over to brush her fingers through the soft strands that had fallen over Y/N sleeping face. “You better wake up soon, sweetheart...I worry that this might finally push him over the edge.”

Occupying each seat outside of the small waiting area in the infirmary were the other students; wounds bandaged, yet their anxiety was palpable in the air. They had heard what had happened, yet were sheild by the other sorcerers who had called for back-up. Last they heard of Y/N was a scream before what sounded like a building collasping. “Do you think Y/N-senpai is alright?”

Yuji was the first one who dared to break the silence, glancing up from his clenched hands before him to glance at the others. “I mean...it must have been bad, since she was charted off as soon as back up arrived.” Yuji mutters softly as he tightened his fingers together, trying to stop them from shaking. He felt awful - if only he had spared a few seconds to glance over at his senpai, maybe she wouldn’t be in the condition she’s in now. “It’s not every day you’re rushed straight to Ieiri-sensei’s office...”

“...If there is one idiot who can pull through, it’ll be her,” Maki mumbles out quietly after awhile, looking away from her kouhai to stare down at the wooden floors of the building they were in. “Even if it’s bad, she always pulls through it...there is no reason why she can’t do it this time.” She mutters softly just as a pair of footsteps came towards them, causing everyone to look up at the approaching figure. 

Gojo paused when he spotted the others, the question they wanted to ask was clear as day. And for once, Gojo wished that he was able to reassure them like he always does. For him to be able to put up the act that everything was alright, that everyone will be okay. 

But he knew that it’ll do no justice if he did. “Is she...is she alright?”

The question that fell from Yuta’s mouth was left hanging in the air for a few moments, the sliver of hope they had moments ago slowly dimming with each passing moment. Quietly Gojo slipped his hands into his pockets, his blindfolded eyes downcast; too scared to see their reactions. For once, he wished that he was not the one to break the news to the students. “Y/N-chan...might not recovery from this.”

His words sent shock waves through the students, yet he balled his fists up in his pockets to continue with what he had to say. “She hit her head too hard...and if she was not subconsciously protecting herself with Cursed Energy all the time, the impact would have caused her skull to crack in two on impact. But it still took a lot out of her person, and Shoko said that-”

The sound of a metal chair being thrown backwards echoed across the room, causing Gojo to look up just in time to see Yuta standing up with wide eyes as he hastily tried to calm his friend. “Maki, you need to calm down.” He tried to reason with the girl, who had her backed turn to the group, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jacket. “This isn’t your fault-” Yuta tried to reason, only to pause when Maki just silently started to walk away, leaving with no more but a loud slam of the main door that echoed down the hallway once more. 

For a few moments no one said anything else, yet the first one to move was Megumi; who turned to face his sensei. “Can we visit her?” He mumbled out quietly, to which Gojo just glanced over at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Usually people talk to someone who is in a coma. Might jolt them awake or give them encouragement to fight harder...I am sure Y/N-senpai will get lonely if no one visited her..”

“Why not?” Gojo said after a few moments of thought, giving his students what he hope was a reassuring smile as he turns a little; nodding down the hallway. “Shoko managed to stabalise her condition. Just make sure to sanatise your hands at the door.”

Quietly the group of students followed behind their silent sensei, keeping close to one another as if they were trying to give each other comfort. The walk to the room seemed too far, the door seeming to grow further and further away from them with each step. It was if it was trying to stop them from seeing the truth; yet they didn’t stop. Yet soon they found themselves standing before the smooth door; the single grey name plaque with her name written in black resting in the silver plaque holder. “Right, here we are.”

After everyone was handed a blob of hand sanitiser and had wiped it onto their skin, the small group entered after a quiet knock to the door. “Y/N-chan, I’ve returned with the others...minus one, that is.” Gojo hummed out in delight as he made his way towards the bed, a silent gesture for the others to do the same. “You know Maki-chan though. Once she finishes beating herself up, she’ll come running back. She always does~”

Quietly the others made their way into the room, eyes scanning over the beeping machines and many wires connected to the sleeping girl. “Y/N...senpai..” Nobara mumbles out in shock, her eyes resting the ventilator; not believing that a girl that was bounding about the college earlier today now needed help to do something as simple as breathing. “No way...there is...”

A warm hand rest on the top of her head, Megumi quietly giving her a form of comfort whilst his wide eyes stared at the bed before him in shock. No one dared take a step forward, like they were standing on the other side of a fragile glass bridge that was moments away from breaking. “Y/N..”

Gojo felt the hole started to eat inside of him as he watches how his students were staring at their fellow classmate in shock. Quietly he settled down in the only seat at the corner of the room, watching from the shadows at how the others will react to seeing her in such a state. The first person to snap out of it was Yuta, who quietly places a hand on Toge’s shoulders before giving it a light squeeze. “Shall we go and say hello?” 

Quietly Yuta made his way towards the bed, only to hesitate one step away from grabbing onto her hand. He stared at the frail hand, a simple IV needle carefully taped on the back of her palm for a few moments; a clear look of uncertainty on his face. Yet he took a deep breath, and with a trembling hand, carefully took Y/N’s cold hand in his. “I...Hi, Y/N...” Yuta mumbles quietly into the hospital room, voice barely heard over the constant beeping of the heart monitor. “Sorry...we took awhile to visit...and sorry that Maki isn’t here...I am sure she’ll drop by when she is ready though.”

The only response he got was the sound of the steady beep of the heart monitor, to which he just tighten his grip ever so slightly on Y/N’s unmoving hand. He could hear the soft giggle that Y/N would let out at his words, and if he felt tears welling up in his eyes as he hears her voice bouncing around inside his head.

“It’s alright, Yuta-san! I am sure you were busy before that. And I know Maki-chan will come after you leave - but you didn’t hear that secret from me~”

The silence of the hospital room made Yuta sick to the stomach, the idea that he might never hear Y/N’s voice again started to really sink in. Her usually warm and familiar touch felt cold and lifeless, causing Yuta to carefully tuck her hand underneath her hospital blanket; as if he was trying to warm it up once more. “I...I am going to go grab her favourite stuffed animal from her room. I am sure she’d love to have something of comfort whilst she’s here...if you’ll excuse me.”

Without another word Yuta just walked out of the room quietly, Yuji being the only one turning to watch his senpai leave with a look of concern. Out of everyone Yuji was definitely the one who seemed to be able to hold himself together the most, so it was no surprise when he was the one that went next. “Yo, Y/N-senpai,” Yuji greeted quietly as he walked towards the hospital bed, easily dodging all the wires and such. After all, this wasn’t his first time visiting someone he cares for in the hospital. “Can you hear me? I hope you can - or not Fushiguro might lecture me for being loud.”

The other sorcerer couldn’t even find his voice whilst Yuji continues on; his voice soft yet soothing as he looks down at his senpai with nothing more but a soft smile. “I know you’re trying your hardest go come back to us, and you’d probably tell us that we’re not the ones to blame. That you’re a big girl now, and things like this happen all the time.” Yuji continues, the only indication to his change of mood was the slight quiver that was hard to hide. Yet Yuji continued on anyway. “I hope you know we miss you...and we’re worried sick that you’re in the state you are now. But I know that you need some time to rest up, and soon you’ll be back on your feet again, right? ‘Cause..b-because that’s how you’ve always been.”

Silence enveloped the room once more, with Yuji just not sure on what else to say to her as he stared at her pale face. The other three in the room sort of just huddled together, all of them unsure of what to say to her. They weren’t the best with emotional words - beside Toge, who usually doesn’t use words at all - so asking them to keep their tone in check whilst referring to their unconscious classmate is a little too much for them.

So after awhile Yuji decided to lead them out of the hospital room, giving Gojo a parting smile before he closes the door behind him. Leaving him alone as he stared at the slumbering figure of his student as he rests his elbows on his parted knees. Quietly he rests his head in his hands, eyes closed as he tried to push back the light migraine that was coming on. He hates that it is his duty to break the news to the others - her parents, her elders. Heck, he has to give a call to Nanami and Utahime to tell them the bad news. 

If it was anything else, he wound be more than excited to blow their phones up. But this? He wishes that the duty was handed to someone else - because he himself doesn’t even believe that this was happening in the first place. 

He wishes that this was all just a terrible nightmare.

Maki quietly pushed the window open as she climbed in from the roof, the doors of halls of the infirmary long going silent; cicadas chirping away in the night sky. Maki quietly stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, eyes racking over Y/N’s sleeping form, to the amount of machines that were working by her side to make sure that she’s alive. “Hey, idiot...I’ve arrived.”

Quietly she made her way towards Y/N’s bedside, her eyes clouding over with an unreadable emotion. If she was being honest, she didn’t know how to react right now. On one hand, she was pissed - she is pissed off because she could have done something to help Y/N. Maybe if she was just faster, just a bit more aware, maybe if she was training to try harder. Maybe if she can just try harder-

A loud slap sounded across the room, Maki having pulled her hand out of her pocket to slap across her cheek hard to snap out of the spiraling thoughts. The burning sting on her cheek reminded her to return to reality before she started to trash the room out of anger, something that she and Y/N had been working on for some time now. Y/N would always say, “You should never turn to anger and violence to deal with your issues!”

Maki wonders what her reaction would be if she had saw Maki slapping herself so hard that there was a light handprint on the side of her cheek. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”

With a tired sigh Maki settled down in the seat that Gojo had occupied earlier in the day, keeping her eyes on the steady heart monitor; her eyes following the spike that indicates the faint heartbeat of Y/N. “Who the hell knew that it took an entire building to really get you hurt.” Maki sigh as she tore her eyes away from the screen, looking down at her boots quietly; examining all the scuffs and scratches on marring the smooth leather. “Call me stupid, but I really thought that it’d take more than that. Remember when you had jumped out the window of the 10th floor and left with no more but a bruise? You were crying about it ‘cause you couldn’t wear dresses for about 2 weeks.”

Maki let out a tired laugh at the memory of finding Yuta trying to reassure a crying Y/N when she found the bruise on her knee; Yuta just patting her head with the most amused look on his face whilst she cried her eyes out at the idea that she can’t wear her cute dresses until it cleared up. “Imagine what will happen when you wake up from this? God, that is going to be a pain.”

A soft sigh left Maki’s lips as she glances over at the stuffed sheep that Yuta had brought from her room; along with a few more random stuffed animals that surrounded her head like a halo. This caused her to smile sadly as she rests her head on her shoulder, watching her for a few minutes without saying anything. Maki had always been bad with words and emotions; with all the things she had gone through when she was younger. Wording how she feels and emotions are not Maki’s favourite thing to deal with, since she wants to keep this badass, strong woman front she has on all the time to prove something to her elders.

“You better wake up from this, or not I am going to kick your ass.” Maki mutters after a few moments, getting up with a tired sigh before she casts her another glance at Y/N. Without missing a beat, she reaches over to brush strands of hair away from her face, warm hand resting on her head for a few moments before she places a few parting pats on her head; something she had always done when she needs to leave for a mission or a meeting outside of school. 

“‘Night, brat. Wake up soon, okay?” Maki mutters, and with a final sigh she made her way towards the window she climbed in once more, quietly shutting it behind her after she hauled herself over the railing. It was only in the dead of the night that Maki quietly lets her tears fall, biting her lip hard to stop whatever sounds that were threatening to leave her lips. 

Because at the end of the day she is stubborn, and refuses to believe that this might be her new reality.

A week had passed since the day that the others found out that Y/N had fallen into a coma of a sorts, and everyone would visit at least once just to see if there is any sight of change. That there might be a sign that she was going to wake up soon. And there were slight changes; a few days after she had been admitted she was allowed to get off the ventilator and rely on oxygen instead. But she was still in bad shape.

Nanami tries to make time to drop by to visit as well, coming over to quietly read pages of the book that he was reading. Whenever Y/N was sick, she would call Nanami over the phone and ask if the man can read to her; something about how she finds comfort in his voice that puts her at ease. And since Ieiri had encouraged them to talk to her more for stimulation, Nanami takes the time to read to her after a long day of work. It brought him some comfort as well, listening to the constant beeping of the heart monitor and the humming of the other machines around her.

Gojo would sometimes drop by as well, only to berate Nanami for his ‘boring’ book choices; and an unconscious Y/N has to endure two adults arguing about book choices and how Gojo’s titles are definitely not appropriate to even bring onto school grounds.

Besides the occasional argument, sometimes Gojo will prop his phone up against a vase of flowers that Yuji brings so that Utahime can FaceTime him; the students from the Kyoto side being able to see and talk to the slumbering Y/N. For the most part, everyone was shocked that she was in the state she was in; having never expected such a bright and talkative person can fall into such a state.

The most distraught one was definitely Todo, who had almost jumped out of his seat and make a full on dash towards Tokyo if it wasn’t for Noritoshi and Mai joining together to restrain the man, along with Principal Gakuganji threating to hold him back from their planned trip to Tokyo the following week that had him calming down.

But barely - the man is still more than ready to just up and run across the country just so he can be closer to his ‘beloved Y/N-chan’.

Every day, without fail, Toge will come into her hospital room with a new accessory to pull her hair back into; carefully brushing her hair out and applying dry shampoo so it wasn’t greasy to the touch. Once he was satisifed he’d carefully style her hair back so it didn’t get in the way of her checkups, taking his time with everything so he gets to spend more time with her. He doesn’t say much, he usually finds that doesn’t whenever he is around her; so he takes his time when he does her hair in hopes that she can feel that he is there for her.

Yuta and Megumi will find time after classes to go and visit her together, telling her about everything that had happened whilst she is asleep. Sometimes Nobara will visit as well, must for the most time she’d come alone in the evening after dinner to just rant to her about everything that she found annoying that happened over the day. Nobara usually stay until Ieiri comes to kick her out, hoping that Maki might come in as well to visit Y/N.

But Maki never does - yet everyone knows that Maki finds the time in her day to go and visit her like everyone else. However, no one dared to ask her how or when she does it. They’ve accepted that it was probably a sensitive subject to her, and that it’s off limits to ask her unless you want her to ignore you for the rest of the day. Gojo had learnt it the hard way when he had teased her, only to be thrown out the window of their classroom by an annoyed Maki.

Even his Infinity is no match for that woman’s wrath.

Days soon led into weeks, with slow but not so encouraging signs of improvement from the young girl. The elders of her clan and her parents had visited the college as soon as they can, and had kept tabs with every single thing that is going on with her. There was no denying the fear of her suddenly relapsing once more, and soon it will become too much for her parents to bear. The idea of keeping Y/N around, knowing that she is in so much pain, just for their selfish want of keeping her alive was a reality they want to avoid. 

The once vibrant and lively campus soon turned gloomy; the hallways of the school quiet without the familiar sound of bunny-themed slippers running across its worn-out flooring. The chime of a familiar giggle was missing in the air, along with a dreamy voice that just never seems to stop; no matter what time of the day it is. There were days where the others forget that Y/N was not there to make dinner for the night, or she wasn’t there when they want to ask her opinion about something. Her room, which once served as a sanctuary for the students who can’t sleep at night, now became too painful to even walk past on certain days.

Yet everyone tried their hardest to go on with their days, knowing that it was what Y/N wanted them to do. If they were to allow their grief to consume them whole, they knew the delicate routine they had rebuilt would crumble before them. And if there is one thing they can do to keep Y/N’s memory alive, is to live their lives to the fullest. To try and cherish each and every day, no matter how painful reality is without her by their side.

They have to try, for her sake.

It wasn’t until a month passed when Yuta had came running into the lunch hall, looking like he had seen a ghost as he tried to catch his breath. “Okkotsu-senpai?” Megumi asks in concern as he looks over at the older man, putting his tray down to try and give his panting senpai a hand. “Are you-” He asked, only to have Yuta put a hand up to stop him as he took a few deep gulps of air.

“A-Awake...Y/N...Y/N is awake.”

Within a few seconds the students were sprinting across campus, none of them believing what Yuta had said until they have see it for themselves. What is usually a 10 minute walk from the lunch hall took about four minutes with them sprinting, possibly annoying half of the cleaners of the school that they were breaking the no running rule. Yet they didn’t stop even at their annoyed outcries, the simple wooden door of the infirmary almost coming off its hinges at how hard Maki had thrown it open.

Maki was the one who pushed the hospital room door open, causing the people in the room to jump in shock. Including Y/N, who had let out a soft squeak of shock; her voice hoarse from not using it for so long. The others blinked in shock at the sight of Y/N’s bright eyes meeting theirs at the doorway, ones that blinked before she gave them the biggest smile she can muster.

“H-Hi.” Y/N mumbles softly, to which Nanami just gave her a rare smile as he gently rubs her back, Gojo smirking softly as he recorded the reactions of the others by the door. He had gotten over the shock a few moments ago. “Don’t strain yourself, Y/N-chan. Remember what Ieiri-sensei said about straining your voice.” The blonde man hummed before he turned his blue eyes over at the shocked students as well. “And that goes to you too. If you all stress her out, I am not against tossing you all out.”

Y/N made a noise and turned to try and reassure the older man, not noticing how the others were staring at her in shock. The first person to move was Maki, whose eyes look suspicious wet as she stormed into the room. “I am going to kill you.” She growled out loudly, to which Y/N jumped before she held her arms out for protection; feeling a shiver of fear go up her spine. Yet before she can make a move to stop her, Maki suddenly wrapped her up in a hug, the arms that Y/N held out to try and pacify her angry classmate freezing from the unnatural reaction from Maki.

Y/N blinks for a few moments before she smiles softly and wraps Maki up in her arms as well, gently patting her head as Maki silently wets her shoulder with her tears. “I know.” Y/N mumbles out softly before her eyes met the others, giving them a soft smile as she gently gestures to the others to enter her room. Soon there was just a huge ball of crying teenagers hugging one another on Y/N’s hospital bed; Gojo and Nanami having moved aside to give them more space for their reunion as they watched on from the other side of the room. “Should we stop them?”

“Nah, we might get murdered if we try.” Gojo said with a hum as he grins over the sound of intelligible crying, looking over at Nanami who had a ghost of a smile on his lips at the sight. “Besides, this is great content. I never had a video of Maki crying before.” Gojo admitted, to which Nanami’s smile dropped as he looked over at him in annoyance. 

“Why am I not surprised at all?”

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Giggling kicking my feet these give me so many ideas for additions to fanfics,, I need to write some of these down. I might just full send some Bad ones and add them in what I'm writing rn. Getting everyone's creativity flowing

YESSSS I love that idea for them tbh. Jaiden just completely unphased and Cellbit and Richas like. What the Fuck when they see it going down. And since he's so big, it would likely be a long process.

Other spider Roier things would for sure be things with webs. Pov him and Leo are play arguing and he hangs her upside down from the ceiling

I think it does have something to do with previous projects! I don't know much about it, though. I didn't watch a lot of his content previously. Lion is SUCH a good one though! It fits so well! That's canon to me now

Etoiles and Bad and Baghera 🥺

"full grown man can't stop messing with his paper cuts" EXACTLY WHAT IM AFTER LMAO- He refuses to use health potions for such a small ailment but the others have made him at points anyways, that or he gets all pouty with the cone. Such a funny idea

Ahhh yess!! It reminds me of slime rancher, they have slimes that blow up and then get all out of it for a bit. I imagine it would be similar with Mike, since Creepers die when they explode, if he does blow up it's out of necessity or surprise, because he gets all goopy after. I also like the idea that in the case of Charlie being like see-through, you can occasionally see an item float past while talking to him. Almost like organizing inventory.

I think I like the cursed idea the best! Or got nonhuman features by other means and wasn't born with them. I can imagine him and Slime arguing about the goop he leaves everywhere when he's not paying attention.

As far as others.. I like to think Maximus is human, but has reinforced or even replaced some of himself with robotics. I haven't played with it much tbh but it's been hanging around in my brain. Fit I also see as human, but is so incredibly used to being around hybrids he may have picked up some behavior, especially from Phil. This man subconsciously starts making a nest for Ramon when he first got him. Antoine I see as a fully wizard of oz style alive scarecrow, purely from the fanon design of him having like a potato bag over his head.

I love having non-human headcanons for the qsmp members, especially for silly dumb reasons

I’m just saying, the image I just got of Roier trying to do a courtship dance for Cellbit and Cellbit not knowing wtf he’s doing bc they’re totally different animals is pretty funny

Or, I’ve had this idea for a while now, all the ones with wings gently tapping on the eggs or even each other as a sign of greeting.

Example: Bad goes to see Philza and they stand side by side and lightly touch their wings together, like a handshake almost! This could be done with tails too, that’s be cute,,,

Lmao Foolish’s love language being just straight up biting, Baghera and Quackity going into water yet somehow come out fully dry, AUGH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEAAAAA

Or all the hybrids going up to people and softly head-butting them for attention, and then the eggs pick up on it and now they’ve started gently bumping into people to get their attention ahhh,,,, this is adorable,,,

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My Deep Blue Love (Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader) -- Soulmate AU one shot

This was 100% born out of boredom and loneliness and those damn Soulmate AU POV Tiktoks that I have seen practically 24/7 for the past WEEK on my fyp

(I’m not sure if I’ll do a part 2, rn I have no plans for it)

quick note on the technicality of this one: you lose all ability to see colors when you turn 12 and you don’t regain the ability until you meet your soulmate. but! you have to meet them in person and it has to be a mutual eye contact. pictures/videos of them don’t work, and if you just saw the back of their head or something in person, that doesn’t work either. it’s all about the shared eye contact babeyyy

small disclaimer: Brie Larson is mentioned in here and she has a wife, but that is very much only in this fic, and as far as i know Brie doesn’t have a wife irl lol (i also don’t know if she’s spoken about her sexuality at all so what i’m saying is take it with a grain of salt ok)

Summary: Everyone around you is meeting their soulmate, but you still see in black and white. You’re ready to give up, and basically have, when you lock eyes with your soulmate.

Warnings: None! Just a bit of angst, lots of fluff toward the end 

You knock on your mom’s bedroom door at 4:58am. She’s already awake, sitting up in bed, ushering you over.

With tears in your eyes, you crawl onto her bed, snuggling close to her chest.

“I don’t want to lose my colors,” you whimper.

“I know, baby,” she whispers, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay.”

You were born 12 years ago on this day at 5:08am, so in a few short minutes, when you officially turn 12 years old, all color will drain from your life.

Or the colors could stay, but that’s only if you’ve somehow already met your soulmate. And that’s rare, nearly impossible.

You squeeze your eyes shut at 5:07 and you don’t open them again until 5:10.

The colors are gone.

+++

twenty years later

You sigh heavily as you receive yet another wedding invite. You are invited to witness the official beginning of Olivia and Jeffrey’s lives together as husband and wife, soulmates for all of time.

The glitter sticks to your fingertips, tiny black dots against your skin. Your friend told you it’s gold. You barely remember what that looks like.

Lately it seems like everyone has been meeting their soulmate. Just yesterday, you were having coffee with a friend when she looked up at the girl sitting behind you, and boom.

“It’s like the world just exploded,” she had said. Colors were everywhere. She immediately left you to go talk to the girl.

You don’t blame her for that. If you had met your soulmate, you probably would’ve done the same thing. But you can’t say for sure because you don’t know.

You wouldn’t be so cynical of it all if your boyfriend of five years didn’t meet his soulmate while the two of you were out at dinner. You wish you could say that he was faking it. But it was clear from his face (and the girl’s) that he wasn’t kidding. It was real. He had met his soulmate, and it wasn’t you.

It’s never you.

You’ve had guys cut off dates before they even start, all because they didn’t see colors when they laid their eyes on you. They refuse to even be friends with you.

All anyone is doing anymore is searching for a soulmate and it’s exhausting when none of them are yours. When all of your friends see color now. When everyone assures you that it’ll happen soon. What does soon even mean?

You grab your ice cream from the freezer and fall onto the couch, flicking to whatever channel has late night shows that aren’t complete garbage.

As usual, you find yourself watching a talk show, and tonight Tom Hiddleston is one of the guests.

You’re sort of familiar with him from a few movies, but other than that, you hardly know anything about him.

“So, Tom, we’ve all been wondering what’s going on with you and Brie Larson?”

“Brie?” Tom asks, clearly shocked to hear this question. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.”

“Oh, she doesn’t make you see any colors?”

“Ah, no, actually, she does not,” Tom chuckles, but doesn’t sound sad at all, surprisingly. “Her wife does that for her, not me, I’m afraid.”

“Oh really?” The host brushes past the mention of Brie’s wife and keeps the focus on Tom, of course. “So is that true, you still don’t see color?”

Your ears perk up at the mention of someone else not seeing in color. It’s rare for anyone to talk about this on television. Most celebrities don’t talk about whether or not they’ve found their soulmate, but more often than not, those that have are quite loud about it.

“Yes, that’s true,” Tom answers. “I still see the world in a lovely black and white.”

You snort, harshly jabbing your spoon into your ice cream. Lovely. Yeah, right.

“Do you really think it’s nice? Do you not miss the colors?” The host asks.

“No, no, I do. I do,” Tom admits. “But I like to think I’ll see them when the time is right.”

You groan, going to Google to look up his age. And when you see he’s 40, you groan even louder. He’s older than you and he still hasn’t met his soulmate. That’s just depressing. How can he sound so optimistic?

“Alright, well, if there’s one thing you wish you could tell your soulmate, what would it be? Maybe they’re watching right now, you never know.”

Tom smiles wide. “Maybe, maybe, um… Oh, so many things,” Tom exhales deeply. “I guess I could be cliché and say I can’t wait to meet them and wait for me, but I think I want to say… I think I want to say I understand. It is frustrating, still seeing in black and white, but our paths will cross soon, I’m sure of it. Until then, my eyes are blue.”

Blue. Blue.

You roll your eyes. You don’t even remember what the color looks like.

+++

seven months later

“I am not going to a movie premiere. You’re insane!”

“Please!” Your friend, Catherine, cries. “You’ll love it, I swear.”

You glare at her over your coffee. “That just makes it sound like you have a trick up your sleeve.”

“I don’t,” she says. “I just want you to take advantage of this and come with us! When will you ever have the chance to go to a movie premiere again?”

She has a point. Dammit. “Touché. How did you get tickets, anyway? Please tell me you didn’t spend thousands for this.” You wouldn’t put it past her, even though you tell her not to every time before she does something like this.

“God, no, Joe surprised me with them earlier. He said he went to school with the lead.”

“Oh. Cool. Who?”

“Tom Hiddleston, I think. Have you heard of him? He’s British, but that’s about all I know. Joe just said they ran into each other the other day and reconnected.”

You stop halfway through a sip of coffee, careful to not choke on it. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah. I...I’ve seen him in a couple things.”

“Apparently, he hasn’t met his soulmate either…” Catherine trails away, raising her eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes. “I heard,” you set your cup down. “He’s probably met them by now though since he blasted it on television like that.”

“Or he’s still searching and you’re still being too cynical.”

“You’re probably right,” you chuckle.

“Sooo, you’ll come?”

You sigh heavily. “As long as you help me pick something to wear.”

+++

“I’m regretting letting you talk me into this already,” you mutter when you nearly trip in your heels.

“Oh, hush,” Catherine swats your arm. “It’s an excuse to get dressed up and look hot for no reason. Take it.”

“Fine.”

Catherine’s soulmate, Joe, was whisked away almost as soon as the three of you stepped inside the venue by some director (you think), but he promised to return in a few minutes. Catherine told him not to worry. She’s used to him being dragged away for conversation. You can see from her face that she’s more proud of him than anything, and not at all annoyed.

Currently, you and Catherine are standing near the small bar, waiting for them to announce that it’s time to take your seats. You desperately want a drink, but part of you knows it would be a bad idea.

One glass of wine can’t hurt, though. Maybe it’ll take your mind off the pain in your feet.

You peel away from Catherine when you see Joe coming back, and you flag the bartender down quickly.

After ordering a glass of white wine, you wait patiently, wishing you had chosen a dress with sleeves. It’s fucking cold in here.

“Darling, you’re shivering, are you alright?”

Your head turns toward the smooth voice, face set and mind trying to decipher whether or not it was a sincere or creepy comment when the world quite literally explodes.

There, standing beside you, concern written all over his face, is Tom Hiddleston. Only now the concern has washed away into awe when your eyes lock with his.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, stumbling even though he’s standing in place.

“Blue,” you murmur. “Your eyes are blue.” Without even thinking or asking, your hand lifts to cup his cheek, and then you pull back, “Shit, sorry—”

But he grabs your wrist gently, placing your palm on his cheek. “It’s alright.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“I thought you didn’t exist,” you whisper in reply. But here he is. His eyes are blue, his lips are pink, he has tiny brown freckles all over his rosy cheeks. You look back to his eyes, narrowing your own. “You liar. Your eyes have green in them, too.”

“Do they really?” Tom chuckles. “I never would’ve known.”

“That’s why you have me,” you tease, and you don’t know where any of this is coming from, yet it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending. It feels like you’re finally yourself.

His other hand tangles with yours as he nods. “That’s why I have you, indeed.”

At this time, the lights in the theatre begin lightly flashing, signaling that it’s time for everyone to begin making their way to their seats.

But neither you or Tom move one inch.

The only issue is people are beginning to stare.

You notice it first, so you slowly pull your hand from his cheek. This movement shocks him back to reality, too, and he blinks a few times, yet he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“I, um, I have to make a speech,” he says. “But then I can come back to you. Will you save me a seat?”

“Don’t you have to sit up front?”

He nods. “I do, but—”

“Then I’ll come with you.” You aren’t sure if it’s the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, or if it’s because you’ve been waiting so long that now you don’t want him to be further than an arms length away from you, but you mean what you say.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but you both need to make a decision quickly because you can see someone waving from the wings, most likely trying to get Tom’s attention.

“I’m sure.”

He doesn’t question it, in fact, he grins, and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go, then.”

[shingia]

i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this request before (feel free to ignore if u have loll) but could i request how hq boys would help u when ur hungover.... cause i am big time rn LMAO please and thanks <33

✗ HQ BOYS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGOVER ✗

the way i ran to my drafts to start writing this omg 🏃🏻‍♀️ ngl it almost made me miss being hungover <\33 anyways- hope you’ll feel better v soon and are taking care of your poor hungover self 😽

-> timeskip! kita, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, oikawa

-> warnings : mentions of alcohol (for obvious reasons), mentions of throwing up and mentions of food

— KITA

• this man knows how to handle a hangover better than anyone

• he’s a moderate drinker, but his grandmother’s books contain the cure to everything and he’s more than willing to make you benefit from his knowledge

• he will make you drink these three bottles of water, that bowl of tomato soup and that banana milkshake with a tablespoon of honey. dehydration ? he doesn’t know her

• but kita also knows how important it is to not stay in bed all day, so he’ll insist on having you spend at least thirty minutes outside in the fresh air, most probably in your backyard

• you can refuse, of course. but he’ll take away your cuddle privilege immediately, so~ your choice

• also expect a lot a few disapproving looks,,, because as much as he loves to pamper you, he can’t help but remember the dozens of times he told you you’d had enough to drink last night. obviously you didn’t listen

• i think would disapprovingly care : like- lecturing you under his breath as he sprays essential oils on your bedsheets or tests the temperature of the bath water before letting you in

• remember the cuddle privilege i talked about? yeah, that’s going to be your reward at the end of the day for not being stubborn and docilely following his instructions

• with freshly perfumed bedsheets and his natural body warmth, you’re likely to fall asleep in five second tops. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you, quite the contrary. no, this man will continue to take care of you in your sleep

• and by that i mean belly rubs to make sure your nausea is gone when you wake up, or gentle head massages to make your migraine go away. he might even brush your hair so that you won’t wake up with knots

• he doesn’t even expect you to thank him, because « isn’t that what all husbands are supposed to do ? »

— KUROO

• he’s probably hungover too because he had to finish half of your drinks,,, yet it still wasn’t enough to prevent you from waking up with the biggest headache

• in other words : dimmed lights all day. he might not even open the blinds. and to be honest he likes these kind of vibes

• sure, it feels like your brains are about to explode, and every single part of your body is aching (eyelashes included), but it’s cozy and your minds are too fogged to worry about anything other than getting better- so it’s self care and self care only today

• it’s likely that none of you will feel like eating something, but kuroo’s an athlete : he knows better than to skip a meal, especially when you both feel so weak

• so he’ll sacrifice himself and make the grueling effort of leaving the bed to cook you a little something, nothing extravagant but still enough to reinvigorate the two of you

• and since you don’t have anything better to do, you guys decide to watch the videos you took during the party,,, and slowly come to the realization that you have very few memories of what happened

• « is that you dancing on that table ? » you ask him, pointing at the man who is just a second away from tripping on a napkin

• lifting his shorts, kuroo glances at the bruise on the upper part of his thigh : « ohh- well that explains a lot »

• chances are that, because of his built, kuroo will feel better before you. so the true pampering will come later in the evening

• he’s got vitamins, ibuprofens, blankets, and his arms ready for you. you’re in for the deepest sleep of your life

— TSUKISHIMA

• « i told you so »™️

• you would wake up feeling like absolute crap and he would be eyeing you, standing next to the bed with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised : « how are we feeling ? », even though the answer is pretty obvious

• but he knows that sarcasm won’t get him anywhere so he tries to tone it down (try to)

• you might think he’s not going to do much, but as soon as you step out of the shower he forced you to take (even though you were exhausted), you realize that he did do much

• the clothes you wore last night are already in the washing machine, your new ones (most probably his) are neatly folded on your bed, waiting for you, and he’s cooking an anti-hungover meal that he looked up on the internet

• if he has to study while you’re getting some rest in the bedroom he will put reminders on his phone every 15mn to come and check on you

• and he never leaves the room without lifting the covers up to your shoulders to make sure you won’t get cold

• he also wets a towel and gives it to you to place over your eyes if they’re sore

• but as soon as he’s done studying, he joins you in bed with greatest pleasure. and it’s a good thing that tsukki loves comfortable silences, because neither of you feel like saying anything

• you’re just laying there, letting him keep track of time since you’re too busy enjoying being pampered that much

— SUNA

• blackmail material for YEARS (in addition to the videos and pictures he took of you during the party)

• he turns this into a vlog, you could be half-asleep on the couch and hear him talk to the camera from the kitchen like « so here i am making pasta for this lightweight who threw up all night... i’m still waiting for my boyfriend of the year’s award... »

• but really, he’s just being dramatic. deep down he loves to take care of you when you’re hungover because you get much clingier,,, so he allows himself to be clingier too

• as much as he loves to lay down on top of you, the roles are reversed this time. because being crushed by a 6’3 tall man while you’re hungover is probably not a very good idea

• but before these lazy cuddles, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable : so he’ll remove your makeup (if you wore any) and give you his clothes because he knows you like how oversize they are

• so yes, naps and water are definitely the keywords of the day, but tell him once that you crave one specific food and he’ll immediately go get it for you

• he’s also surprisingly careful with any possible headache, so he’ll keep his earphones on while scrolling on his phone to make sure you can rest in complete silence

• however, at some point he will hand you his phone and have you record a video for your future self. something along the lines of : « hi y/n, this is you from the past. i feel like absolute shit right now so please be more reasonable next time... and don’t let rin get more embarrassing pictures of us »

• and you can be sure that he’ll use this video as a threat next time you’re partying. he would just have to point at his phone from the other side of the room and you would understand what he means

— OIKAWA

• he’s not the person to call if you want to be talked out of partying ever again

• because not only does he spend the entire day praising you highly for the way you looked yesterday, but you also realize that he loves your drunk self (as long as he’s here to watch over you)

• he doesn’t mind you complaining because he’s had a few hangovers of his own,, so feel free to whine about your stomachache/headache all you want

• and if you throw up ? it’s ok, he’s got you. and he’s not leaving your side unless you ask him to

• literally, he spends the entire day babying you. you’re feeling too tired to brush your teeth ? no problem, he’ll have you sit on the edge of the bathtub and do it for you

• same goes for washing your hair or getting dressed : there’s nothing he’ll refuse

• if your head doesn’t hurt too much, he’ll offer to watch a stupid tv show in front of which you can fall asleep without missing anything important

• and he’ll make sure to get the right cuddle position right away because he knows you’ll probably fall asleep very quickly and he doesn’t want to wake you up by fidgeting under you

• also: expect many many scalp massages. and his hands are the softest so they feel absolutely divine

• i think oikawa knows a lot about hydration so he’ll probably make you drink something like sugary water to give you a little boost. and if you don’t trust this drink, he’ll try again with another one until you’re completely hydrated

• and as i said, he’s very supportive,, almost too much : « you finished your glass ! i’m proud of you baby! »

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[harrycollins]

#now i have tons of bitter and cute ideas - please share? Everything? Anything? :3

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. Because god knows I need to share my ideas even though they are so disconnected rn.

Okay so in my head Estinien/Calian and X'rhun/Calian are pairings that happen in different AU's but nowadays I am really leaning towards making them happen in the same AU (a possible throuple or they know about each other's presence but simply don't mind it) 

ALSO you know how X’rhun leaves after lvl70 RDM quest -and I did this quest right before 5.0- so Calian is a little bit angry -mostly to himself- because how he couldn’t tell him about his feelings. But would X’rhun stay if he did? Calian wished him to stay but he left like everyone else in his life so probably he didn’t have an important place in his life. Right?

During his time in the First he doesn’t think about this -especially after meeting with Cerigg- because Calian has so many things to do but after their reunion during lvl80 RDM quest probably all those repressed feelings will explode.

And from X’rhun’s perspective... I like to think he acknowledges his feelings during SB quests but still leaves. When they met again he also realizes that how much Calian changed not just his appearance but also personality too... So when Calian tells him what happened how he almost died (like countless times before) he regrets for not being there with him or at least not telling Calian how he loved him -even it was impossible- because maybe if he knew someone was waiting for him behind it would ease his burden. Maybe he realizes that it is still not too late for that.

[darke15]

Hellllloooo Rhymie 🖤🖤🖤 @rhymingtree

I’ve missed you 😌

Also I'm going to ake it a Christmas season tradition to and react to a chapter while sitting in a public place so I can risk crying to the tune of Mariah Carey.

I have yet to hear any Christmas music on the radio yet 😂I’m hoping to make it to at least this Friday without hearing it 

Also I am ashamed to admit that I cant remember what happened in ch97 and I am too lazy to go back and read it

I don’t remember what happened either. Tbh I’ve had a really hard time remembering this year’s chapters…i really do need a break 😭

And Raffa was coordinating with other medics on the Alliance, just in case things went south. Which, knowing your track record, would happen more likely than not.

How many medics do they have at this point

They have enough to staff a few hospitals. How else is Raffa gonna meet Eila?

The dog tags the fucking dog tags

😈😈😈

I really missed Duke holy shit

I want a big ole Duke hug rn 

But there was so much more to life than just surviving.

You didn’t have time for it. Maybe you would eventually but that wasn’t an option. Not yet.

Little bits of poetry within the prose that I just love

I know it isn't technically poetry but it feels like it. The kind that people read in books and highlight and write down in notebooks, and post on tiktok. The kind that just really hit good in audiobook form, when you hear it and it just makes you freeze.

Thank you. I feel like I don’t have a lot of time to make those kinds of moments and when I do, I really like when they stick 

"New York has been briefed, he’ll catch the others up to speed."

Can I be briefed too... it's been a month you guys I'm so lost

Same

It had been twenty-four hours since you’d reared your head in the city. Twenty-four hours since you’d made your final appearance as the villain in Ollie’s story. Twenty-four hours since Ollie found you.

This is begging for a Hamilton joke

Hehe she's the Aaron Burr to his Hamilton

Is the world wide enough for both Wraith and Ghost

ok I'll stop

😂😂😂

What the shit is nitramene

A reference to Agent Carter and Agents of SHIELD…and a reference that may be change in a major rewrite I have planned. 

“It’s just like hotwiring a car.” “Except this one explodes if you do it wrong.” “It’ll be fine.”

I love my reckless babies

I love them so much 😭

I'm in public. If I get bamboozled again and throw this laptop out the fucking window…

Ohhhh don’t do that 

I also don't want Ghost to keep him alive if that's any comfort to her :>

😂 you’re in the majority with that one 

Also stride for stride would be a great song title for when Ghost and Ollie's main themes merge together.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Remember how we were talking about the Morse Code beats on TikTok? They’re names competing against each other beneath their themes as they clash 😭

The fact that this thought is coming from the one who doesn'thave stories of blowing up chem labs in high school is jarring to me.

Maybe Ollie is just that goth kid from Toy Story that experimented with his toys and he's just really fucking sadistic.

I haven’t put much thought into his backstory. I can’t decide if he was just born a fucked up guy or if he slowly just devolved. 

This was the last time they were going to go after her before Walsh took control of the entire situation. This was his last chance to bring her in. His last chance to bring her home. And he was going to do it. Even if it meant that he had to put down Wraith himself. And even if it meant he had to fight off Walsh and Aftermath and Stark and the Avengers. (F/N) was coming home with him.

You forget, Bucky, that Darke has the reins

And I have no fuckin' idea what this woman's got planned for you

Neither do i tbh 

My hormones are raging again

Cuffs? And not the fun kind!?

>:(

😑😑😑

If (F/N) really was the bad guy, why was she trying to protect him? Did she really just like him that much?

Is it just me or have I been watching a bunch of these guys miss the clues for a whole year?

“Mr. Stark, listen.” “No,”

As genuinely sad and frustrating this is, I laughed. I'm sorry, Pete

I feel so bad for the kid 😭

OLIVER

NO

WHAT

WHA—

NO

ay susmaryosep lord save my soul

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

Not to mention, you didn’t have an earpiece. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t have any voices in your ears. Or your head. It left you in silence. Alone.

Is it weird that I miss Jekyll and Hyde

their back and forths were so much fun

I miss them too tbh

oooh cinematic red lights how fun

I can see this entire sequence in my head. I wish you could see it too 

“Cuffs? Really?” you hummed, holding her fist steadily in your hand before you reached up to snap the Widow’s Bite from her wrist, “That’s pretty kinky, Romanoff.”

If only that was what they were there for

god that would be a very different night... a really good night

Calmmmm downnnnn

Oh, I'm loving the back-to-back fights, and how emotionally charged everyone is

Again i wish you could see them in my head. Ghost’s theme would be underlying [probs her morse code beat] and every Avenger she fights would have their themes playing until her’s finally won out. 

Then when she and ollie see each other it would just be the morse code beats fighting against each other before their themes started. 

Uggghhhhhh it’s epic in my head

I love how theyre all asking her to come quietly

Bucky would have her coming, but it definitely won't be quiet

Girrrrrrrlllllll 

But, in the chaos, he found a source of calm.

I'll call Oliver whatever I like (i.e., a piece of shit rat-faced dweeb) but the man is poetic. His inner monologues are honestly amazing.

This isn't even the best example it's just the most recent one. Whenever I stumble on one of these gems in his POVs I just go damn. My english teacher would love that.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Damn... that fight was... woah

Darke... that fight was amazing 😭

Thank you 🖤

How do you go from like the most enthralling dramatic fight scene to Peter just panicking his way through the night

Easy. i used up all the drama I had at the time and needed a break with the goofy bean

(F/N) had him pinned to the floor, the two of them had stopped what they were doing the instant he’d arrived. “Am I interrupting something?”

I told myself I wouldn't let my thoughts go there with these two but PETER JUST HAD TO SAY SOMETHING

😂😂😂

“Run away with me.”

YOU SAID THIS WOULDN'T MAKE ME CRY

😑😑😑

“You and me. Together. We could go anywhere. Everywhere.”

DARKE

It’s not my fault you cry easy 

And then a cold band of metal around your wrist kept you out of it.

This is hurt.

Ow.

No.

Don't.

You’re fine 

Why am I pleading there are already two chapters after this

I can't with you

Again. You’ll be fine. Maybe. 

“Yeah.” Steve agreed but he made no move to hand her over, “But you're not with Aftermath. Are you?”

WOAH

WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH

WOAH

WHAT

WHAT

DARKE

WHAT

WAIT

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I’VE WAITED FOR YOU TO REACT TO THIS 😭

IS THIS THE RIGHT TIME TO HYPERVENTIALE AM I GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF WHAT'S HAPPENING

WHAT

WHAT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“I’m not giving her to you because you’re not with Aftermath,” Steve said, shifting his gaze from (F/N) to Walsh, “Are you, Wraith?”

STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW

oh wait you just did that was the last line

NO

WHAT

DARKE

DARKE WHAT THE FUCK

😈😈😈 welcome back, Rhymie 

CHAPTER 98: SCORCHED EARTH

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

┍━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┑

“I think I’d rather just kill you.”

“Then?”

“Kill them.” He nodded to the door, “Pave the way for Hydra to rise again.”

“And Barnes?”

“They broke him once. They can do it again,” he said lowly, a snarl itching at the back of his throat, “Then again, he broke you once too. Maybe you will survive through the night. You’ll be right at home with the Doctor once again.”

“You know, it’s funny,” (F/N) scoffed, “He and I were talking…”

He blinked, the smile on his face dropping instantly, “What? What did you just say?”

“He came to me in Warsaw,” she said as a smile twisted to her face, “He had a job for me. Said he wants you dead.”

“Did he?” he asked through gritted teeth, “And you took it?”

“I didn’t say I did—”

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

“I—”

A manic chuckle echoed through the building as he ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief, “You couldn’t do it, could you? What was it? Curiosity? Stupidity?”

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CHAPTER 98: SCORCHED EARTH

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[absinthehoney]

many mentions of ed, sh, also death talk and drug use (some of it quite detailed. trauma talking rn,)along with some potentially triggering talk of verbal abuse and sex related stuff.

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it was so long ago, yet i feel the need to write about it. i’m over it now, it still hurts sometimes. the thought of him will sting, like hydrogen peroxide in an open wound, like when skin meets a sizzling surface.

him. we met in june, about 10 days before my birthday. we spoke all night, i whispered into my phone as to not alert my mother of my poorly spent time. i was supposed to be sleeping but i gave my time to him. i did that most nights of that month, and for the months that followed. he sent me his playlist of all his favorite songs, it was 10 hours long. i listened to 6 hours in one sitting, and he noticed it playing in the background of my voice messages. i remember how it all grew into something more, how excited i was. i talked to him when i was with my friends, i talked to them about him. they were right, it was all a bad idea.

i remember the post he said was only for me. it most definitely was not. “how do you tell someone you’re in love with them without telling them?” i asked him to be my boyfriend, he said yes, that i was pretty fuckin cool. that i was just as pretty as i was cool. i wrote that he made the world turn gold in the sun that i hated to be in so shortly before. i wrote that i love the world and i love how my boyfriend makes me see it. i saw him through rose tinted glasses, i surely did.

i remember “i more than like you.” i was so tired i felt drowsy, i was trying my best to do homework and ignore the buzzing of my phone right beside me. i couldn’t, it was from him. at first i didn’t understand what he meant, i thought there was some error in his grammar, that autocorrect tried to fix something that didn’t need to be fixed. i think i kicked my feet like a little kid. i was so excited. i asked him what he meant by that, he said he wanted to say it but he was scared. he said it. “i love you.” three words, my head practically exploded. he loved me, oh god, he loved me. i was ecstatic. i loved him, i did.

i remember the day i laid on my floor and listened to lots of R&B. i connected songs to him, as they were all about love. i was upset, i was tired and bored, i felt trapped in my room. there was really nothing wrong, it was the same as many other days. i talked about him to her, a friend of mine. she asked me for his name, i told her, i was so excited. “oh, baby im so sorry.” it happened by circumstance. she just happened to be a mutual friend.

i found out that day, you cheated the same night as you said you wouldn’t hurt me. i cried and told you i was afraid it would end bad, i was used to being hurt. i didn’t want you to hurt me. “i don’t want this to end bad.” “what if it doesn’t have to end?” you proposed this to me. you said you could see yourself with me forever. that was the day it all went sour, the day i found out.

it wasn’t my fault, but you made me think it was. i called her on the phone, the girl you cheated with. she apologized, called me the prettiest. we were too good for you, we agreed on that simple fact. you sent me two songs that day. untitled by rex orange county and and tether by sleep state. i cried to untitled, i thought it was you communicating with me. you presented it to be as such.

“i don’t mind if you hate me, because baby if i were you i would probably hate me too.” you were lying to my face, just like the song said. i loved you. i let you back in a million times. it all got so foul. you lashed out at me, you sent me your bandaged wrist, you told me there was no point in being alive when i made you feel like that, when i told you that you hurt me.

you knew about my ed , that i could hardly stand half the time, that i no longer fit into half of my clothes as they were way too big for me. i needed to shop in the kids section, i was dying. you encouraged me, i was never the ideal figure for you, i wouldn’t have been until i died. i don’t think it had anything to do with my body, i think you got off on seeing me destroy myself for you. you liked my purple sundress, the one with the daises on it. you said i looked angelic, you wanted to hold me and read old poems with me. i was frail, i was weak, just like the fabric that held those flowers. it still wasn’t enough. it wasn’t enough until i was entirely vulnerable, it wasn’t enough for me to be under your finger like a squirming insect. you needed to crush me.

i was too open with you, you saw me. my body wasn’t mine anymore. you wanted it that way, it made me feel sick to see myself in that light, but i just wanted to make you happy. i thought it would do just that, i really did. control was your thing, hurting me was your thing. anything that pushed me closer to my wits end brought you sick entertainment, it brought you a thrill. it got you going, it got you off. you are and were a sick fucker.

you were still cheating, you blocked her but you were onto the next. 3 months in there was a new girl, you kept her along the entire time. we were on and off, we were unofficial for a while inbetween. i couldn’t tell my friends that we were together, they’d kill me or throw my phone into the water. i needed your voice, i called you when i thought i was dying, i wanted to hear you in my last moments. i was yours, your lover and admirer, i needed you like an addict needs their fix. like an alcoholic becomes dependent on the bottles that destroy them.

you liked to see me in pain, you liked to see red. you loved when it was for you. it made you feel so good when you knew it was your words that brought me to that point. you were harsh and cold, calculated and cruel. it was always followed up with an “im so sorry baby, i love you. never do that again, i cant see you get hurt.” you would stick to that until you needed that sick thrill again, until you wanted to see me bleed. you were possessive, you wanted your name permanently etched in my skin and i obliged. i wasn’t me, i was hollow. id hurt myself, id almost die. you’d come back to get off, i’d wait for you to leave again.

i was frail, i counted the numbers in everything i ate, i counted down to the decimal for what i took in and what i lost. i ran 6 miles every day, 300 lunged, sit ups, and squats when i was done. the pain was unbearable, some days i couldn’t force myself to move, and when i could i would fall. you enjoyed it, you liked seeing it. you liked seeing me die. you’d fein concern with my friend, tell her that i needed to be looked after. she doesn’t know what i know. i kept your sick secrets. you liked it, my rib cage and collarbones, the way my hip bones stuck out. you called me delicate and fragile. you told me you wanted to ruin me, i took it in as some sort of dominance related thing. i didn’t know how serious you were.

“you’re the only person i’ve ever loved, and if it goes as planned you’ll be the last.” i couldn’t tell if you wanted to grow old with me or if you meant that it would all end soon. that you’d be gone. i wanted to be gone then and you knew. you would’ve been fine with it. i would’ve died delicate, with your name and initials on my body. you owned me, you really did. your hold on me was on my heart, and on my neck. you suffocated me, you pulled the essence out of me that made people drawn to me. you snuffed out the flame in me.

because of you i was not a person, i wasn’t one for so long. you learned songs by my favorite band on your guitar. you called me at night to hear me breathe, you told me that you’d never let me go. you had me, but there was no love. there never was. i was disposable to you, but you wouldn’t do it until i asked you to. i was your favorite object, you knew the hold you had on me, you’d leave and come back. it was a cycle that i couldn’t ever see ending unless i died. there wasn’t a point anymore. i tried and tried and tried again. you loved to see the aftermath and it wasn’t something you tried to hide anymore.

you liked to see me cry, you said my running eyeliner was hot. you told me you liked to see me cry. i knew you liked it the most when it was you that caused it. you said i was your pretty mess and you were right. you made me a disaster.

i remember when it ended. i was 17.6 pounds less than i was when we started talking, i was on the verge of being 5150ed or sent to an recovery center for my eating. my body was in shambles. we were done, finally done. i asked you on the phone if you ever cared. you said “you’re the only person i’ve ever loved. i need you.” i told you to cut the bullshit, i needed to hear the truth. i begged you for it, i was sobbing. i heard your tone change when you dropped the act. you were amused, i could practically see the corners of your mouth turn into a sadistic smile. you never cared and you said that. i needed to hear that. i have scars from that day. from it i could’ve been gone today. they will never ago away. your name is covered and so are your initials.

you turned me into an empty shell and for a while i chased away the emptiness with bottles full of burning liquid and rattling pills. there were men who took the opportunity to thrive on my damage the same way you did, they got what they wanted and then left. there were other initials and eventually another name. they wanted to own me too, wanted to see me bleed and then leave. i let them, i knew what it was from the second it started. i was bored of lines, there were hearts and stars. they liked it, said i was morbidly creative. i was still dying for you, but you weren’t there to see it happen.

i hate you now. i hate you too late. eat shit.

fuck you fuck you fuck you and FUCK YOU

im not the nicknames you made for me, i’m not the person you left or the person you owned. i hope you never hurt anyone else the same again. please don’t

[myherhoedream]

he’s legit an angel!! i just want some cute fluff headcanons for this cutieeee🥺🥺 sry if i’m asking a lot i just love this idea!!!

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊! 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nothing really, minor swearing, drugs are mentioned.

My bby kirishima ! 😍 this gif look like he was looking for someone; like his pebble. Soo... why not glancing each other in the eyes in a crowded airport?

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞! (Closed!)

You were seated on the lip of a fountain in the middle of the airport, periodically checking your phone for any neglected messages you failed to notice.

Saying that you missed Kirishima was a understatement. Three months earlier, he was appointed amidst fellow Heros to inspect the affirmation concerning a drug dealing in the Tawamatsunai District further away from Musutafu. It soon became apparent that it wasn't just some junkie selling dope, but also selling sensitive information about many unknowing Heros personal lives to criminals who greedily awaited for revenge. Yet in the end, the good guys always win and they were returning to their families.

Nonetheless, you were still waiting for your Hero. Kirishima hadn't returned to your established meeting place after he announced that the plane had landed... fifteen minutes ago.

Knowing him, he would probably be too excited for his brain to actually focus on one subject. So he most likely ended up heedlessly lost in the sea of attractions and mutated travelers.

Finally abandoning your spot, you ran up the active staircase with a few 'excuse me' and 'pardon me' when passing by civilians. Roaming throughout the actual airport felt like being packed in a dwarfed mall, since you occasionally poked your head into the doors of the diversions, checking if Kirishima had found his way into there. Sadly, there was no sign of him.

Finding yourself merging back in the crowd, you came to halt as you considered pulling your phone and put a end to the hunting by texting him where the hell he was. That’s when some accidental urge tilted your head off your screen, your orbs promptly engaging on a pair of intimate ruby ones. You didn’t even have a minute for your brain to realize why those familiar eyes belonged to before they were up and close to your face.

A set of brawny arms embraced your waist, abruptly yanking you into a malty scented chest. “Baby, I missed you so much!!” Kirishima exploded with a thrilled cry. “There wasn’t a day where I didn’t think of you even when I wasn’t supposed to.”

You didn’t mind the judgmental glances of strangers surrouding you as you simply didn’t notice, focused on one thing: Kirishima’s blood-blocking grip.

“I know you’re excited but you might end up-” catching the massage before you could execute it, Kirishima swiftly loosened his hold around you with a apologetic glance “- breaking something.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, this time approaching with a gentler enclosed.

You kissed his cheek and returned the hug, reassuring that you weren’t upset with him. “It’s fine, I missed you too.”

After a few seconds you both departed from the hug. You intertwined your fingers with his as he went back to grab his drifted luggage. “C’mon, you can tell me your days away from Musutafu when we make dinner.”

Sorry for the long wait !! I also don't have time to proof-read this rn so some things might be kinda jumpy 😒. but I was really busy with these weeks. I'll be finishing the other two requests sooner after this one is published. Ty !