#TDL would have loved to be called that

[illmoraineakoi]

Black outlined by red

Hmm...

Now where have we seen that before?

Methinks Dark might have taken some inspirations...

[tsudratscigam]

Oh my word hi!! I love ur au and characters!! The way you draw the characters is so unique and cool!!

Could you tell me a bit more about your Yellow and Victim? :D

TYSM ARGH IM SO GLAD!!!! more than an AU i would call this a box full of silly headcanons cuz overall the lore its always the same as the og :]

for Yellow i like to think that between the other members of the skittle gang he's the oldest (i dont have the exact ages in mind atm) with TSC, Green, Blue and Red being younger (in order from oldest to youngest) (this could also change in the future since im very indecisive lol), design wise he used to have overalls and goggles but it looked weird in my style so i went with sweater and glasses (also cuz i wanted to give the skittle gang a bit more "modern" styles). Im trying to think about other hc for him too but im in my TCO era right now and i cant think about anything else this is a call for help help me-

in my hc Vic is the oldest of the hollow heads sibs and bro doesn't know how to fight at all except some basic combat skills ig lol POINT AND LAUGH POINT AND LAUG- he's more of brain person than brawl person :] design wise i tried to follow a pattern with the hollow heads sibs in which each one of them is based around a shape with TSC being more round, TDL is pointy af like a cacti, TCO is more "square shaped" while Victim is very thin, no muscles, just a walking twig.

hopefully i can come up with more headcanons in the future teehee i love these stickpeople :]

[hitbangs64]

AvA/AvM/Alan Becker headcanons!!

Stick figures can be put in cryonics. They are called “cryosticks”.

Alan’s creations aren’t biologically related (like the fighter four), despite having the same creator. They are called noogai3’s “children” but NOT connected to each other.

Victim dislikes girls, TCO dislikes humans, TDL dislikes anyone more powerful than him, and TSC dislikes rude people.

The Fighting Stick Figures (like Purple) aren’t biologically related and have their own families. Well, they simply are from a website but it’s ambiguous about their origins.

The stick figures' blood is often seen in a dark blue color, but sometimes it can be seen as a usual red like humans do (although it's a darker shade) and the color of their barf is black. It may be the reason why the series was used to avoid graphic sources and make it family-friendly.

Green has a reserved exterior but has a passionate interior, which may be the reason why he likes Purple.

Purple's mother, Pink, who’s real name is Orchid. Purple’s father, Dark Blue on the other hand, who’s real name is Navy.

Most characters have particular favorite items (food) can be listed here: The Second Coming enjoys fries from McDonald’s, thought would be a snack because it was handy to eat. Green loves noodles, as referenced in one of his subscribers’ questions in the Q&A post of his channel’s community. There is a pun for “Greenoodle”, one of Alan Becker’s videos. Red loves to prank others by throwing Minecraft cake at their face, possibly his favorite thing implying he also enjoys it so much. Blue was addicted to nether warts, he even began eating them and putting it on the potions in AvM1 Ep4. Yellow likes bananas, implying that it’s considered “brain food” symbolizing that he’s intelligent and yellow as well. Purple enjoys hamburgers. He constantly orders several whenever he feels guilty. King Orange is enthusiastic over microwave macaroni, when his late son used to like it too when corn dogs were just a snack that was originally foolish about it. The Chosen One does NOT have an actual favorite imo, but some fans may assume that he does have one. I’m literally not giving him that kind, since it’s pretty controversial for me. The Dark Lord enjoys sweets (especially cake), Red velvet is the most prominent one implying that he is red. Victim likes tomatoes. He strongly loathes onions (and he would mock others if tomatoes are like those), so he decided to go with tomatoes.

Blue and Yellow are the same age, although Yellow is a half-year older than Blue.

The Dark Lord is dead. He was vaporized by the Second Coming’s laser beams, REALLY far away then the explosion killed him off. Thus, never seen again.

Purple’s mother died of chronic illness, which her husband indirectly caused. She rides a wheelchair during the time when she’s ill.

The Chosen One is implied to be a tsundere to the Dark Lord.

The Second Coming is the purest out of all in the Stick Gang, due to his all-loving and genial demeanor.

The Corn Dog Guy’s real name is Maroon, and he is secretly wealthy.

Victim is implied to have feelings for his right-hand, Agent. NOT romantically involved, just have feelings.

King Orange is a businessman, outside of being an “actual” king with revenge plans towards Minecraft.

Red secretly loves the Second Coming, implying that he desperately longs for instead of solitude. This may foreshadow Green’s friendship with Purple and the Lush Caves episode from AvM3. He would have angst if he didn't deserve anybody.

Green and Purple act like an old-married couple, while Green lives with Purple.

The latter five from the main cast are called “the Adversaries”, presumably because they were villains of their own arcs. (AvA Season 1 on the Chosen One’s case, AvA Season 2 on the Dark Lord’s case, AvA Season 3 on victim’s case, AvM Season 1 on Purple’s case, and AvM Season 3 on King Orange’s case)

The Second Coming is the only one out of Alan’s creations, to lack mental illness or trauma while the others do.

Purple has been finding his father, but hardly knew about him as he may be dead or something.

Victim secretly likes anime, because he refuses to talk about it even with the mercenaries. The former implies that he has blasted music off of his headquarters’ radio antenna. This is may be the reason he likes Mitsi as well. (I hc that Mitsi resembled an anime girl)

Purple has the ability to travel time or adjust the time, thus he is a time traveler.

The sticksfight website was created in 2012 by an unnamed video game designer in the first place, two years prior to the Second Coming’s birth. Although the fighting stick figures’ origins are unknown.

The Chosen One was implied to have feelings for the Dark Lord, prior to his redemption in 2018. No matter whether it’s romantic or not.

King Orange’s car is called a lamborghini. He loathes when anyone steals or makes fun of it.

The Dark Lord stole ice cream from an ice cream truck and a candy shop once.

Purple has a job but retired (or maybe fired due to his age on his application) quite several times, used to be a cashier of a corner store, store clerk, and a Taxi driver. This happens prior to becoming a ruler of his village in Macintosh, because he was responsible for committing tax fraud at least once.

Victim wanted revenge on his creator, implying that he was one of the two un-favorites (alongside the Chosen One) whereas Alan has no conflict for the Dark Lord despite his fall to villainy who betrayed him.

Agent, Primal, and Hazard are originally from nostalgic games (like Ballista) long before becoming mercenaries, implying that they have been working in his organization for a while ago.

Yellow occasionally wears a backpack, but only for his tools and items for his inventions.

The Chosen One has little-to-no respect for Red due to his foolishness, especially when he was one of his prank victims.

Red enjoys picking on Purple, which Green does loathe for a bit.

[ivyoaknut]

Top fav AVA/M characters?

Any headcanons u can share?? :D

Any theories??? :3

Tysm for the ask, anon!

My favorite character is Purple but the mercenaries are definitely my current AvA hyperfixation.

It's hard to think of headcanons on command which is why I usually just blurt them out at random times, but I'll try!

1. Victim & Mitsi are 100% a QPR I sense no "romantic" vibes from them and I love it

2. Hazard can't speak. I know technically all of them can't speak but I kinda have this idea that if everyone was able to communicate Hazard would still be making his usual sound effects & popups and only the other mercenaries + Victim can really understand them he had a hard time communicating when he first met the others (I love thinking about the mercenaries istg).

3. TDL isn't really evil and is just impulsive & trigger happy w/ a bit of ADHD here & there, I compare them to how Eve acts in Wall-E when she completely destroys the ship because she got stuck in a magnet 😭 idk if it makes sense but it's exactly how I view TDL. Also they do what they think will cheer TCO up which I think is really sweet

4. Orange pretty much can't handle the fact that they're friends are gone in AvA 4 + AvA 8, and their "super" form is kinda like a defense mechanism. Like I think regular Orange and Super are both kinda separate (I'm calling Orange's super form "Super", sry for any confusion) and Super only comes out when there's simply too much trauma for Orange to comprehend & they protect Orange so that they don't have to experience it more. Which actually explains why Orange doesn't seem to remember anything that happens while Super takes over and why they can't use their powers on command, it's trauma locked... This sounds very plural, I'm just realizing-

5. Purple is socially awkward, but the reason we don't really see it much is because the skittle squad- I mean the color gang opened up to purple very quickly and gave him the chance to warm up to them. I feel like with anyone else though he wouldn't really know how to talk to other people. The rest of the color gang wouldn't really either since nerodivergency courses through their veins, but I feel purple is the only one who actually gets anxious from it.

As for a theory, I already mentioned it in another post but I really feel like Victim views Dark as one of the good guys since the only time they see them is when they're fighting Chosen and noogai3 and not when they destroy Newgrounds with Chosen. And I feel like IF Dark is alive then one of the objectives for Vic in AvA 12 will be to find dark and maybe try to recruit them, only to see Chosen imprisoned, freak out and maybe even break Chosen free. I feel like it would be an amazing way to not only to confirm they are alive but also to resolve the conflict between Chosen and Dark because I don't think they hate each other. I really want to write about it but I don't have writing skills so it will continue plaguing my brain til the end of time 😔

[pommunist]

Very unsure if you saw what was happening with Baghera and the mistranslation that spread with her, Antoine and a few other FR CCs (I don’t remember who else was in the convo, I think Mythos was there, but very very unsure my apologies :(( ). But after viewing the clip and revisiting the topic several times on my own, the “joke”/“comment” to add a translator to TDLSMP if they revamp the server wasn’t supposed to be in a negative light and was most likely a positive call back to the translator feature of QSMP. Which, ngl, would be awesome to see happen cause I (and probably many others) would love to view more French content become widely accessible with translation plugins.

People heavily took it out of context due to the english updates fan account for Bagz due to the admins of the account only clipping that section of the conversation and adding “/j” to Baghera’s comment about a translator, which was in bad taste, especially since there was no context added nor explanation as to what they were actually referring to in the clipped section. And due to the mass hate and/or confusion of many viewers, the updates account ultimately removed it (I went back several times to verify if it was in the account and if they had added context but saw that it was just scrapped and removed with no further explanation).

After the events of the mistranslation from the updates account, plus Baghera even coming onto twitter to explain herself, many French fans took their time to explain what happened properly (I gratefully thank them for this cause it actually helped many who were confused about the mistranslation from the updates account) and a space was even made by Spanish speaking fans to further explain the error that was created from the mistranslation with the help of a French viewer named Dune, and the host of the space even tried to mellow out any angry listeners with the saying "All the CCs are friends, stop assuming the worst and any issues that they have with each other is sorted behind closed doors. We don't know them, they know each other better than we as viewers do because they are friends." [Rough translation of what the host said but hopefully I stated it clearly]

All-in-all, unfortunate circumstances occurred thanks to mistranslation, but a majority of the community is trying to be better and actually hear each other out, but sadly the minority that is full of blind hate is the loudest and puts down the worst image for the rest. :( -Anon 💫

OH YES I SAW THAT AND I SURE WISH I DIDNT 😭

I couldn’t believe people were upset about that, even if it had been a joke it’s not even like it was anything bad or negative ?

Just a full on hate train on Baghera for saying it would be great to have a translator if they ever brought their smp back. Don’t even wanna discuss what was said about her and other french ccs because it’s just disgusting. The fact that french qsmptwt users had to go around trying to explain to everyone that it wasn’t anything bad and that people shouldn’t harass baghera for it, especially when you have no context/don’t know the language…. I wouldn’t have that kind of patience 🫡

Only good thing is that it gave me the opportunity to feed my blocklist /hj

And that once again seeing the great Frasil alliance in action made me so happy 🇧🇷🫂🇫🇷

Isn’t it nice to see that when the admins situation isn’t enough to drive away all ccs and fans alike, the Quackity fans will make sure to make the qsmp space inhabitable for anyone who stayed ! /sarc Between this and the bullying of Sunny’s admin two days ago they sure are on a run lately.

Note : If anyone is confused about what TDLsmp is, it’s the name fans came up with to talk about a minecraft server Antoine, Baghera, Etoiles and others french ccs played on for a little while I think two years ago ?

TDL means Team du Lundi aka Monday Team, and it refers to their friend group who stream every monday together on different multiplayer games (Lethal Company, Worms, Golf Gang, and many many more).

The server was vanilla and just a way to play Minecraft together, nothing special really, but it was very very fun to watch ! And so yesterday they talked about the possibility of it returning, but modded this time, and maybe with a translator so their international viewers can watch and understand it !

If you’re interested :

Baghera’s vods :

Antoine’s best of (if you wanna catch up quickly by watching only the best moments) :

Etoiles’ vods :

[destinyc1020]

I just saw previously unseen photo of tz at a cafe (tdl blog) and lemme just say, can I tell Z off a lil' bit? (lovingly lol 😊) Z, girl, why are you always glued to your phone? Whether it's a date night or dinner with friends. What's so urgent all the time 🤨 lmao? She's literally with the phone in her hands in like half (if not more) of the fan pics from restaurants and cafes. Manners-wise it's just not very polite (🧐 don't do this irl folks, it looks like you don't care about the people around you or you're bored). And doing this on a one-on-one date is straight up criminal. C'mon, Z. Stop reading what the tomdayers are tweeting😂, look up and look at the people around you. Enjoy the moment, smell roses (or dishes lol), enjoy the company. Tweets, fans, business and whatever can wait. And friendly reminder to y'all too, pls put your phone away when you hang out with friends or loved ones unless you're a trader or a doctor on call. In other cases, even a phone lying screen down on the table creates not the best vibe. People around you may feel that they are less important to you at the moment🥲. I know it's kinda basic but so many people keep forgetting about it. Including our miss Z (again, and again, and again)☺️

Lol 👀 😄

This probably should have been saved for "Confession Corner Sunday" Anon so you won't get ppl judging you and jumping down your throat for saying this lol 😅

You chose to die today? Okay, I see.... you chose to die today lol 😆

But no, you're entitled to your own opinion, and that's fine! 😊

You do have a point lol... 👀

🤣😅

I actually agree with you lol. What they call "phubbing" (snubbing someone you're actually in person with because you're on your phone) is VERY popular these days. Z isn't the only one. I think we ALL have been guilty of doing it at least ONCE in our lives. I know I sure have! 😅

But you're right, these days, while out with friends, (ESPECIALLY out to EAT), I try to give the people (or person) I'm with, my FULL, undivided attention. I've actually cut first dates off mid-date cuz the guy was to busy on his phone. 🙄😒

To me, that's just RUDE. It's one thing if you're a couple that's been together forever (like Tomdaya), but when we're on a first date??? Naww dude, you're gonna have to give me your full, undivided attention. And I'm not just talking about someone who got an emergency text from work or from a family member or smthg. I'm talking about constantly checking your phone periodically throughout the dinner. 🥴 It's just rude (imo) when ppl don't give you eye contact, or act like you're not even important enough to be given the common courtesy of their time, and the ppl or things on their phones are more important than you.

It's an epidemic Anon.... Z isn't the only one who does it. But she probably DOES get a lot of work related things most of the time. 👀 It's funny cuz a while back there was some tea that I spilled on my blog about Jacdaya that was told to me, and many ppl thought it was false lol, but the fact that the girl stated that Z was on her phone and JE got mad at her for it made me think it was probably true cuz Z IS on her phone a lot lol 😆

JE had some nerve to talk though... cuz ANYTIME I would see them out together, he'd ALWAYS be on his phone while with her! 🥴 I always felt he really wasn't all that into her for that very reason. 🙄 They were new in the rlshp too. It's different imo if you've been dating so long that you're practically a married couple rofl 🤣

Anyway, in Z's defense, she doesn't do it all the time. She's probably just looking up memes rofl. We have to recognize that it is a global problem I'm afraid, and unfortunately, some ppl don't even realize they have a problem! 🥴

This is another reason why I highly encourage just unplugging for a while every now and then. Be in the PRESENT MOMENT.

I'm constantly working on it too Anon! Ngl lol 😆

[rd0265667]

Gaeul x M!Reader: Only Us

Tags: Insecurity, Online Harassment, Angst if you squint

Word Count: 3.2k words

"You sure you want to do this?" The barber looked apprehensively at you. You nodded with a small smile, this was your first official date with her and this had to be perfect. "Alright then, you're paying." He said, as he whipped out his comb. Slowly, you watched as your messy and slightly long hair came to be a nice crew cut. "Thanks man." You said, looking in the mirror with pride. You looked a lot better now. Taking out a small piece of paper from your pocket, you smiled as you checked off the first task

TDL: Cut Hair Pick up Suit and bouquet Confirm restaurant booking Notes: Talk to her about things she likes Ask about her life Don't be too noisy and weird with her Act more respectable

You walked out of the barbershop, optimism in your eyes, only to have it extinguished by the headlines of the news "IVE's GAEUL SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY MAN, SOURCES CLAIM THEY'RE DATING, AS FANS OUTRAGE, MANY THINKING SHE DESERVES BETTER!"

dIVEr: LMAO, look at him, he looks like a clown with those scraps of clothing and that clown wig he calls a hairstyle. Gaeul deserves so much better sumchangolovedive: Eww, look at him, how can he date our queen

You let out a soft grumble, unhappy that the Netizens would already find out about the two of you. Not only that though, you were unhappy that you agreed. 

You didn't want to lie to yourself. You were two worlds apart. She was a member of one of the most popular 4th generation girl groups, and you're...a nobody. The two of you were well aware of the disparity in your status, and anyone else would give up. But you loved her too much to just call it quits like that. No. So you tried your best to make yourself better for her. 

You planned your first official date tonight. It was a step up from the previous dates you had with Gaeul. Where the previous dates were mostly impromptu, with the two of you just hanging out in parks or malls, casually hanging out, Today's date was going to be perfect. Planned down to the second. You booked a nice restaurant with a good view of the city, and preordered some of the fancy food you had heard wonders about. You got a nice haircut, rented a suit and you ordered a bouquet of roses, albeit a little cheesy but many told you to go with it. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you smiled. You looked distinguished, like someone worthy of Gaeul. You then took your phone out, seeing a message

Adopted Daughter

You can come over now.

You smiled at Leeseo's message, checking yourself to make sure you have everything for the date, before driving to IVE's dorm, excited for the date you had spent so long to plan, and to finally see Gaeul again.

Knocking at the door, you were greeted by Yujin, who only slightly opened the door. "Last adjustments." She said with a smile, as you nodded, not knowing why Gaeul needed makeup. She was the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, even without makeup.

"She's ready for you now." Yujin said, as she opened the door, as you saw Rei, Wonyoung, Liz and Leeseo all standing near the front of the door, all with various makeup kits on them, and in the middle of all of them, stood her. The one and only. Kim Gaeul

You smiled at her, but to your chagrin, you saw her frown for a split second. Did you do something wrong? You quickly shook your head. Maybe you just saw wrongly

"You look great Gaeul." You said, smiling at her, and she gave you a small smile back.

"You cut your hair." She said, as you frowned a little, did she not like it?

Just as you were about to ask, Leeseo piped up, "Are those flowers for Gaeul-Unnie?"

" Ah yes, these are for you Gaeul, I hope you like them." You said, handing the bouquet of roses over with a shy smile. Gaeul smiled back, taking them gently into her hands, smelling it, smiling as she looked at you, "They smile amazing. Thank you." She said with a smile. "Don't stay out too late alright?" Yujin said teasingly at the two of you "We won't" You said as you blushed, not missing the tease thrown at you

"So, where are we going today? Olympic Park? I was surprised you asked me to dress so nicely considering that we usually go to parks or malls." Gaeul asked, as the two of you stepped out of their dorm. You smiled in excitement, "That's the best part! I got us a table at Pierre Gagnaire near Lotte World." Gaeul's head immediately whipped toward you, saying incredulously, "Why did you do that? That place is deathly expensive!" Your smile immediately went lopsided. She doesn't like it? But you spent so much effort just to get that booking, that place is a Michelin Star Restaurant, maybe it was her company that she wasn't a fan of... Seeing your frown, Gaeul immediately waved her hands, saying, "I like it, I like it, I just think it's too expensive for me." "Only the best for you Gaeul." You said, immediately internally cringing after hearing yourself say that. She smiled, as you headed to your car, opening the door for her, of course, before driving to the restaurant. Once you got on the road, you set the radio to play her group's most recent comeback, After Like. You wanted to play more to her interests, make her more comfortable, but once again, like your other efforts today, it seemed to not be going your way. Gaeul didn't really react to the song, but her face seemed a little unhappy, as she leaned on the window and began to sleep. 'Get your shit together man.' You thought to yourself. This date has not been going well.  Along the drive, you couldn't help yourself from stealing glances at the Beautiful Girl sleeping next to you 'I have to make this work.' You leaned over, gently nudging Gaeul "We're here Gaeul. Wake up." You said, as you watched her slowly get up, stretching as she yawned, while you looked at her with adoration in your eyes "Is there something on my face? Or are you just excited to see me?" Gaeul said, looking teasingly at you, but as she looked up at the restaurant, she frowned once again. "Let's go Y/N." Gaeul said, sounding less than happy as you followed behind her.

"So, how's practice been? I heard from Leeseo that you girls have been training for a new comeback." You said just as you both sat at the restaurant table, seeing Gaeul's face morph into shock. "Oh, umm, well, yeh, it's been tough, our manager has been pushing us pretty hard but Yujin has being making sure we still get some rest." She replied, pretty dryly as she seemed just exhausted at the mention of it. "Ah, wel-" You tried to talk, before being interrupted by Gaeul "Can we not? I don't really want to talk about work right now." She said sharply, seemingly annoyed at you. "Oh, I'm sorry..." You said, looking down in embarrassment.  Our food was then promptly delivered, but to your chagrin, Gaeul still didn't look too happy, but you saw her force out a little smile as she looked at you, "So, what's been going on in your life so far? Any annoying customers recently?" She said, wriggling her eyebrow as if to prompt you to start ranting and talking about your job, and you were going to, but, the last two lines of your notes rang out to you. "Oh, not much, they were all pretty nice, I don't want to gossip or talk about any of them." Gaeul's face remained unchanged. She quickly went back to quietly eating her dinner, as you frowned.  'Guess this is the last date huh? It's for the best I guess. She was too good for me anyways..." You thought to yourself,  as you too slowly ate your dinner. The next half an hour was painful to say the least, the two of you trying your best to start a conversation, but it seemed like nothing was working. You sighed internally as the both of you walked out of the restaurant, before you gently held Gaeul's hand, saying, "Hey, Gaeul, could we talk?" She nodded, as you took her hand, sitting down at a nearby bench. " I'm sorry Gaeul. I know this night hasn't been the greatest for the both of us, but I promise, I'll improve myself and make sure the ne-" Gaeul suddenly interrupted you "Wait, we can still make it. Let's go." She said, grabbing you by the hand, running to your car. She took your GPS, keying in the directions to a small park near IVE's dorm. "Oh, umm, alright." You could only stutter out, as you were still in confusion For the ride, Gaeul began pestering you into talking about life again, as she insisted on just shooting the wind with you, as you felt yourself get more comfortable with her again. "Did you see D-Mitch and Brooks today?" Gaeul asked, talking about the fight that had occured awhile ago. "YEH! Brooks is such a dirty player, if you hit someone under the belt, don't be surprised when they try to hit back, such a dishonourable play."  You went on a mini rant, before stopping and blushing, realising you had broken the two lower rules, looking apologetically at Gaeul. "Sorry about that, I got a little caught up." Gaeul simply smiled, saying, "You're back" Before I could ask what she meant, Gaeul shouted out in excitement, "Let's go! Let's go!" The two of you quickly ran to an open field, seeing a big screen showing a movie, as things began clicking. It was a movie screening of a movie Gaeul had mentioned she loved before, "Dear Evan Hansen" Gaeul ran over to a girl, hugging her, before grabbing a ground sheet from her, running back to you and hurriedly setting down the ground sheet. "Hurry, it's about to begin." She said as she patted the ground beside her You sat down, suddenly feeling Gaeul lean into you, exclaiming in shock, "What're you doing?" "Shh, the scene's starting." Gaeul hurriedly whispered

You looked up to the screen as you saw two teens starting to sing

I like you because, you.

♫ I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you. ♫

♫ I don't need you to search, for the proof that I should. ♫

♫ You don't have to convince me, you don't have to be scared you're not enough, cos what we've got going, is good. ♫

You looked down at Gaeul in shock. Did she know?  You looked down, putting your hand on her shoulder, before she quickly grabbed your hand, looping it around her neck to put you two in a backhug and leaning more into you, as you smiled. The question could wait.

♫ Try to quiet the noises in your head. ♫

♫ We can't compete with all that. ♫

♫ So, what if it's us? ♫

♫ What if it's us, and only us? ♫

♫ And what came before, won't count anymore, or matter? ♫

♫ Can we try that? ♫

♫ What if it's you? ♫

♫ And what if it's me? ♫

♫ And what if that's all that we need it to be? ♫

♫ And the rest of the world falls away, what do you say? ♫

'She knows' You silently thought to yourself. It was all starting to make sense now.

♫ I never thought there'd be someone like you would want me ♫

♫ Well... ♫

♫ So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go ♫

♫ but if you really see me ♫

♫ if you like me for me and nothing else ♫

♫ well, that's all that I've wanted for longer than you could possibly know ♫

♫ so it can be us, it can be us, and only us ♫

♫ and what came before, won't count anymore, or matter ♫

♫ we can try that ♫

♫ it's not so impossible ♫

♫ nobody else, but the two of us here ♫

♫ cos you're saying it's possible ♫

♫ we can just watch the whole world disappear ♫

♫ till you're the only one I still know how to see ♫

♫ it's just you and me ♫

♫ it'll be us, it'll be us, and only us and what came before won't count anymore ♫

♫ we can try that ♫

♫ you and me, that's all that we need it to be ♫

♫ and the rest of the world falls away ♫

♫ and the rest of the world falls away ♫

♫ the world falls away ♫

♫ the world falls away ♫

♫ and it's only us ♫

Gaeul looked up at you, as you smiled, you knew what Gaeul was trying to tell you. She gently took your hand in hers, lightly kissing it. "Let's go Y/N." She said, as she pulled you by the hand, running to the roof of IVE's dorm.

"So you knew?" You asked, as Gaeul sat next to you on the rooftop. "Of course I knew, I saw the comments on the posts online too, I knew you'd be affected by it, but I didn't think you'd be affected so much by them. I'm sorry." Gaeul said, looking down as you frantically waved your hands "There's nothing to apologise about Gaeul. You're more than worth enduring some trolls online. Besides, they are kinda right, I don't deserve you, that's why I tried so hard to be better for you." You said, only to be met with Gaeul's withering glare. "Y/N, if you say that again, I will spray you with the hose." She said through gritted teeth "They are though...." You said, chuckling as you saw Gaeul start waving the hose in your face "My bad my bad, but you know what I mean..." You muttered out, as Gaeul's shoulder's lowered a little, walking over to you, as she tenderly put her hands on your face, massaging your cheek as she looked at you. " Well, today was our date, and you 'improved yourself' to impress me. You booked a nice suit, booked a fancy restaurant for our date. Didn't go so well did it?" Gaeul commented, as you both chuckled. "But you're a celebrity Gaeul...and I'm just a nobody." You said, as you uncomfortably fidgeted, legs shaking and hands trembling. "You're the great Kim Gaeul, and I'm someone the history books will never remember. Just a nobody, so how could I be worthy of being with you if I'm just...me." You looked down, your whole body shaking as you tried to keep from crying. Gaeul quickly shuffled over to you, putting one hand on your knee to calm you down, the other hand around your shoulder as she slowly patted your back, trying her best to comfort you " I had to try to become better, try to be more formal and Upper-Class like your, but like always, I fuck things up. I don't deserve you Gaeul..."

"No, the date didn't work out because this formal and 'Upper-Class' man wasn't the one who stole my heart. The man who stole my heart was the one who would take me out on dates where we would just mess around in parks or malls. The one who would just talk shit with me and talk like he didn't have a care in the world, just sharing our lives together. The one who would make me feel so normal yet so special to him, and the one who I can let my troubles disappear with, at least for a little while. I didn't go out with him tonight." Gaeul said, looking dead into your eyes, as you struggled to comprehend what she had just said "I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you, nor do I need you to search for reasons for me to want you. Fuck the media and the toxic fans, this is our relationship. You and me, Y/N, that's all that we need it to be. Let the world fade away, I just want to be with you. Not some changed version of you, or some version of you that you think is better. I love you for who you are, Y/N." Gaeul smiled, but bit her lip, trying to contain her smile as she tried to let her words sink in to you. "You really mean it?" You whispered, desperately hoping that you weren't hallucinating. "Every word." Gaeul said as she gently pat your back "What if I'm dreaming?" You asked, as Gaeul laughed out "Don't worry Y/N, I can solve that. Stand up and close your eyes."  You followed suit, closing your eyes as you anticipated a slap or some attack, before having a strong stream of water shot into your face. You looked up in shock, seeing Gaeul smirking at you as she shouted out, "Is it a dream???" before guffawing at you. "It's not funny..." You said, pouting a little as Gaeul cooed "Aigoo, a little baby, come here" Gaeul said in a baby voice, as you tried to look sad, but to no avail Gaeul quickly ran up to you, asking you to lean down before messing up your hair. "There, just the way I like it." She said, beaming with pride as you looked more like you normally did. "So, will we be having a second date?" You cheekily asked "No." Gaeul said, looking you square in the eyes, as she slowly backed from you "Wha-" You tried to ask, before getting blasted in the face by a jet of water again "It's not a second date, this one didn't count. I expect to see the real you for our first date alright?" She asked, giggling at you as she looked at you soaked. "You wanna see the real me? Come here!" You shouted jokingly, running at Gaeul, trying to catch and hug her to get her wet too(Not like that you pervs), as she laughed, as the two of you began chasing each other around the roof, shouting and laughing like two little kids at a playground "YAH!" You both whipped your heads toward the door to the roof, seeing a very grumpy and disheveled Yujin. "I get that the two of you are in love, but like, I want to sleep? So, keep it down before I come up here with Leeseo." She threatened, as you and Gaeul chuckled, remembering the time Leeseo kept you two up through the night playing Monopoly. "Alright alright, sorry Yujin." You chuckled as she grunted, walking back down to the dorm, turning to Gaeul only to get tackled to the ground, the both of you chuckling as she laid by your side, laying her head on your chest as you both just gazed at the stars. "Y'know, so many beautiful stars are out tonight, it's just my luck that the most beautiful one is lying beside me." You joked, as Gaeul's head whipped up to you. "If you say something that cheesy again, I will hose you again."  "Okay Ms 'I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you'" You chuckled, as she glared at you You quickly pulled her closer to you, as you felt her melt into you.

You're one lucky guy

[occatorcreator]

Hi! Maybe Chosen, Dark, and RB for the ask game?

What headcanons do you like to see in the fandom?

Hmm... I would like to see more fluffy or silly Yellow headcanons. He's one that can be serious when the situation calls for it, but I've seen plenty of times where Yellow is just doing something because he's a goofball and wants to ensure his friends have fun.

Do you have any predictions that you want to share for the series?

That if Chosen appears again, there will be a flashback of what happened since the Showdown to present day. A part of me kinda wants a humorous idea of just... Chosen applying for a job and the job going so bad that it ends in him getting fired in a spectacular way. Alan can milk both comedy and tragedy of the situation.

What's something that you wish that will never happen in the series?

Addressing the whole fact that the Animator uploads stories of his stick figures on YT and how the stick figures would react to it. While I'm at it- that the Animator created Victim, TCO, and TDL and tormented them. Since it's on YT, Second and the CG can see it

I would love to see a falling out, Second maybe running away briefly to process the Animator's past deeds... but I doubt it would be given much focus given how the Animator is less of an entity in the series proper.

[chewwypepsicola]

ASKING YOU ABOUT YOUR AVA/AVM HEADCANONS!! I'D LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT THEM

I AM ABOUT TO GO CRAZY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT...

okay lets start with just my hollowhead hcs brace yourselves i wrote a lot

SECOND/ORANGE: Second isn't actually all that fond of being called TSC he prefers to just be refered to as Orange since that way he feels less like the odd one out of the color gang, he already has enough w his big ass head! So he def prefers that name over his actual name, think of it like a nickname ! Another one, he has no idea of what he is capable of. LIKE. in AvA 5 showdown he gets his shit rocked and then unlocks his inheret hollowhead OP powers right? here's the thing, what if, while all of that was happening, he's completely unconscious and going on auto pilot? Not only does he pass out again and then wake up confused and in disbelief at seeing his friends alive but he is also very confused as to why Chosen bowed to him! He has no clue that it was *HIM* who saved the day and defeated Dark !! RAAHH !! That why we never see him use his powers again (at least fully, or conscious lol) Cause in ep 16 note block battle he had just woken up and in his half-sleep state he went there just to shut his friends up and go back to bed, in my heart of hearts the fuckin uh energy wave he produced wasnt even a conscious action!! And speaking of his sleeping habits, i think its pretty interesting to see him sleeping so much, i either think it has relation to his powers (even if showdown came after we started to see him sleeping constantly) just for the lols. Another one is that he's just narcoleptic haha

CHOSEN/TCO: Fucked up little guy he's poprtrayed as cool and level headed and serious by the fandom but all i can think of is back to him first being given his name and deciding to instantly break stuff and cause trouble, he is a menace!! I hc that he is angry a lot of the time, he's just a silent-rage type of guy, easily irritable and impatient, probably sarcastic and to-the-point when he talks I think he also sleeps a lot, like Second, but in his case he's just depressed el o el, he is also haunted by memories of his time being used by Alan/Creator as an AdBlocker cause that sure had to leave sequels, so he is depressed and thus sleeps a lot but then has terrible nightmares about being a prisoner and thus doesnt sleep but then gets tired and has to sleep a lot and then its just a terrible terrible cycle- He has decided to move on and "forgive" Creator but he still needs to go to therapy tbh One more for him is that he is both very caring to Orange and very scared of him. HEAR ME OUT, Chosen knows what this kid is capable of, he knows that Second doesnt know, and decides to keep it that way for both of their sakes. STILL, even if he is very intimidated by what his little brother can do he still cares for him and looks after him the way he wishes he would have been looked after, even if Orange already has a loving support system in the color gang Chosen tends to go out of his way to check on him, i think that Chosen yearning for family is fucked up and in character since he was the first one to get severly punished by their Creator and even if Orange doesnt need a loving caring family (he already has one) he's gonna give it to him godddammit !! (for both of them)

DARK/TDL: MY BABYGIRL oh god ohhh god Okay so to start off, middle-child syndrome. Lots of insecurities and issues with identity and finding out who he is and what is his purpose. Simple one: i think the bracelets he made to enhance his powers are now imposible to take off and got broken so badly that his powers are now nonexistent (or at least suuuperrr weak) cause of them malfuctioning. His insecurities come from being literally the weakest of the HollowHeads, imagine being one out of three inherently superpowerful (and probably inmortal!) beings in the world and then not even coming close to defeat either of them on your own. FUCKED UP! And we know he is aware of this cause he makes all of this technology to enhance his strength and be able to stand on the same ground as Chosen. He only won his second fight w Chosen cause of his gadgets and his bots. And even with those he got easily defeated by Second. In showdown, if we become a little bit crazy, you can interpret his desperation to kill Second as Fear. The moment he thinks Second is down he goes and tries to get his plan into motion cause who fuckin knows what might happen next . And, as he feared. Orange beats him up and all that he worked for is gone in seconds! And im not saying that him making all of those bots and killing innocent sticks cause they were in his way is okay DEF NOT but i think i can see where it comes from Here come in play his issues with identity, since being given a name he was going to be Chosen antithesis, the one to defeat him and forever be enemies, but he lost, and instead of finding doom at the hands of Chosen or at the hands of the Creator, he finds companionship and a brother in Chosen, both of them break out of what they were supposed to be and run away after causing a mess. Again mentioning how Chosen is the more destructive/chaotic one, i think that Dark held onto that and decided alright! this is me now! Just like him! Destructive. He makes that his entire personality and goal since he doesnt actually have any other. He was given a mission which was to destroy Chosen, he failed, and then he got a new mission, destroy Alan's PC, and then he, didnt have anything, just chosen, so he kept on destroying stuff, thats what they both did! And then, against his given interpretation of being a destroyer. he created something, he made viruses and bots yes, but he MADE them, he made himself something to be stronger, he had a plan that he was genuelly excited to show Chosen, like, "Look! I can get us revenge on the Creator, for what he did to you! For what he did to us!" ITS JUST SO. BITTERSWEET TO ME,, that when he thinks hes doing something by his own free will he's meet with rejection and told to stop, so thats why he sticks to it, he goes thru with his plan and decides hes not going to follow orders around anymore, this is what he is this is what he wants, he wants revenge, he wants to make the person that hurt him HURT. its so.... OUGH And then of course it doesnt work as he wanted. he loses yet another battle and is left alone to put himself back together, it makes me so so so sad to think about him badly injured and having to pick himself up and just. move on. In my perfect world after Showdown Chosen goes to look for Dark and they slowly but surely start to rebuild their relationship again.

ALRIGHT thats all i got now MAN i really have a lot of thoughts on this HJDASFHJSDHJF THANK YOU FOR ASKING DEAR ANON U MEAN THE WORLD TO ME, HAVE TINY DARK DOODLE <3 hes showing u the blueprints for his next project

[seiijohhh]

the slow demise [2/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: this has been reposted from my original account @justauthoring - so, if you recognize it, that’s why. im also tagging those who originally requested to be tagged in it, so they know where to find future parts. tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire​ - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita​ - @kat-su-ki

part one - part two - part three - part four

“How is there only four first years? Isn’t that too few?”

“Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?”

Pausing in thought, the tip of Itadori’s popsicle remains in his mouth, before he tips it towards Fushiguro; “nope.”

“That just proves how small a minority jujutsu sorcerers are.”

Leaning against the railing beside Itadori, you glance away from him and Megumi, taking a moment to gather your surroundings. Gojo has left waiting here for quite a while, and honestly, you were getting bored.

“Also,” Itadori speaks up, pulling your attention back on him. “Didn’t you say I was the fourth?”

“Their entry was decided a while ago.” Fushiguro explains, nonchalant as ever, “you know what our school is like. Everyone has unique circumstances.”

Leaning towards Itadori with a mischievous grin, you hold your hand up to give the impression of telling a secret but don’t bother to lower your voice. “They were trying to find a replacement for me,” you grin, bright eyed at the dull look Fushiguro sends you.

“You were the one who said you’d never been apart of our school in the first place,” he quirks a brow, “how could we replace you, then?”

Blinking at his quip, you’re mainly surprised he’s able to come up with one.

“Moo,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “No fun.”

“Sorry for the wait.”

Blinking at the new voice, your straighten out at the sight of Gojo waving at the three of you. He makes his way steadily over, before pausing, head tilting in curiosity, lips parting; “oh? Your uniforms made it in time, I see.” Then, his eyes drift to you, meeting your gaze. “Though, I’ve had yours waiting in my closet for a while.”

Glancing down at your uniform, you pull at the jacket, eyeing it curiously. The outfit was the same colour as Gojo’s and Fushiguro’s, as expected, a deep, dark purple. Yours was slightly different then your male counterparts however, and you’d found a pair of tight fitting dress pants, a white button up, and a cropped jacket with a high collar at your door this morning.

“Yeah,” Itadori grins, sending him a thumbs up. “It’s a perfect fit. Though it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s,” he pulls at the material, “it has a hood, for one.”

“That’s because the uniforms can be customized upon request.”

“Huh? But I never put in any requests.”

With a sigh, you cross your arms over your chest, nudging Itadori lightly; “that’s because he did.” And when he turns to look at you, you shrug. “I didn’t put in a request for mine either. Though, I’m pleasantly surprised that mine came with pants.”

Utterly and entirely too proud of himself, Gojo grins at you brightly, sending you a thumbs up; “I thought you’d appreciate not having a skirt.”

And honestly, you can’t argue with that.

“Whatever, I guess,” Itadori shrugs.

“Be careful,” Fushiguro calls out, “Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that.”

“More importantly,” you speak up, raising your head as you poke your head out. “Why are we meeting up in Harajuku?” Just as you finish speaking, Itadori moves to a stand beside you, pulling your eyes on him briefly before blinking back over at Gojo.

“Because it’s what she asked for.”

“Hey!” Jumping at the sudden pike of excitement in Itadori’s voice, you turn to him as he grins excitedly at you. “Popcorn! I want some!” Without any real warning, he grabs you by the wrist, grip gentle but firm, and pulls you along, whilst you stutter in surprise.

“H-Hey! I never said I wanted some–!”

–

“Um… P-Pardon me?”

It takes you half a second to realize that the older man stood in front of you, is talking to you. His lips are curved into a hopeful, somewhat hesitant smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as he regards you. “Are you on the clock right now?”

Your lips part, surprised flooding your features. You take a glance back at Itadori, Fushiguro and embarrassingly enough, Gojo, stood a little ways back from you as they watch on with varying expressions of interests. Itadori just looks curious, maybe even a little lost (and honestly, it’s a little endearing), Fushiguro seems rather annoyed and Gojo? Well, you have no idea.

Despite knowing the man for so many years now, you still can’t really gauge what half of his mischievous looks are about.

“Uh, no, I’m not,” you answer, turning back to the man, before raising your hand with a soft shake of your head. “But I’m not–”

“You see,” he cuts in, plainly ignoring what you’d had to say. So much for being hesitant. “I’m looking for potential models.” You take a quick glance at yourself – what about you currently screams model right now? “This is who I am,” he continues, thrusting a card in your face. “Would you be interested?”

You miss the pair of keen and careful eyes that watch you.

“Sorry,” you bow gently, feeling suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. “I’m not really interested–”

“Oh! Just hear me out–!”

“Hey, you.”

A new voice calls, and your eyes land on a hand that’s latched itself to the man’s shoulders before glancing upwards. You’re surprised to see a girl, your age, in a similar school uniform to your own, instead hers consists of a pencil skirt.

The man turns to her with a startle.

“What about me?”

You blink at her boldness, unable to stop the grin that grows on your face.

“For the modeling gig, dug,” she continues, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m asking what you think about me.”

“Oh, um! I’m in a hurry at the moment!” He offers a small smile, a nod your way, before moving to walk off.

She doesn’t let him off that easily.

Tugging him back by the collar of his jacket, she growls; “don’t run from me! Come out and say it!”

“Please, I’m sorry!”

“Um,” stepping forward, you try to placate the girl in letting the man go, offering a nervous smile. “Maybe you should–”

“Hey!”

Sighing in relief at Gojo’s voice, you move to rush over to him and the boys, falling next to Itadori, and spinning to face the girl with a grin.

-

“Okay, once again.”

Gojo gestures to the new student, and with ease, she moves to introduce herself. “Kugisaki Nobara,” she introduces herself, hand on her hip. “Be happy, boys. There’s now two girls in your group.”

Head tilting, you let out a laugh at the expressions on Itadori’s and Fushiguro’s faces.

A moment of silence passes, Nobara simply just stares at the three of you, though you notice her eyes are solely on Itadori and Fushiguro.

“I’m Itadori Yuji,” Itadori grins, leaning forward as he gestures to himself. “I’m from Sendai.”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

She stares. Then, huffing: “I always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances.”

“She took one look and sighed,” Itadori deadpans.

“Well,” moving so you’re slightly in front of Itadori, you grin brightly at Nobara. You don’t have many friends, and even less of them are female, so you’re hoping that she won’t have the same reaction towards you. Especially with what happened earlier. “I’m Y/N Gojo, yes, as in Gojo-sensei,” you thumb at Gojo, “but we’re not related by blood, I only took his name–”

“–Hey, how come you didn’t tell me that right away!”

Sticking your hand out, you meet her eyes; “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She stares, and you feel your chest tighten in worry. But then, her eyes are brightening and the brightest (and maybe only) smile you’ve seen on the girl since meeting her curls onto her lips as she eagerly takes your hand. “I’m relieved to not be the only girl!”

And it’s like a weight of your shoulder.

“Hey!” Itadori calls, pouting, “how come you don’t like me!”

“Are we going somewhere?” Fushiguro cuts in, clearly tired of the conversation.

Gojo lets out a mischievous laugh; “we do have all four of you together.” He nods to himself. “Not to mention, two of you are from the countryside. So, of course we’re going on a tour of Tokyo!”

Almost immediately, as if on cue, Nobara, Itadori and Gojo all jump together, bright grins and sparkling eyes as they chant; “Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo!” Before, Nobara and Itadori move to stand beside each other, hands clasped with sparkling delight. “We love Tokyo.”

Shoving your hands into your pockets, you watch on with a tilt of your head.

“TDL!” Nobara cries, Itadori latching onto Gojo; “I want to go to TDL!”

“Idiot!” Itadori turns to her, “TDL’s in Chiba! Let’s go to Chinatown, Sensei!”

“Chinatown’s in Yokohama!”

“Yokohama’s part of Tokyo! Don’t you know that? Look at a map!”

Nudging Fushiguro lightly, you turn to whisper to him; “he’s not taking them on a tour, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Fushiguro nods, watching the two with disdain on his face. “Without a doubt.”

“I will now announce our destination,” Gojo calls, silencing Itadori and Nobara almost instantly.

“Roppongi!”

Turning to each other, you swear you actually see stars in their eyes; “Roppongi?!”

“I almost feel bad,” you mumble, unable to tear your eyes away.

“Don’t,” Fushiguro mumbles, “they’re idiots.”

-

Staring you at the building that looks quite frankly haunted, you bite your lips.

“There’s a curse here.”

“You liar!”

“You were toying with us country folk!”

With an everlasting grin on his face, Gojo adds; “there’s a bit cemetery nearby. The double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse.”

With a pat on the back of sympathy for Nobara, who continues to grovel in disappointment, clearly pissed off, you listen in as Itadori speaks up – surprisingly, he doesn’t seem all that upset about the whole lying thing anymore.

“So they really do pop up more often around graves?”

“The issues isn’t the cemetery itself,” Fushiguro explains, “it’s the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear.”

“Oh,” his eyes brighten in understanding. “It was the same for schools, too, wasn’t it?”

“Hold up!” Nobara calls, finally straightening out, “he didn’t even know that yet?”

Scratching at your chin, you let out a nervous laugh; “well…”

“He swallowed a special-grade cursed object?!” She all but screeches as you explain, instantly creating a distance between her and Itadori, disgust clear on her facial expression. “Gross! Unbelievable! That’s so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way!”

“What?”

“I agree with her.” Fushiguro cuts in.

“Y/L/N!”

You bite your lips as his eyes fall on you, clasping your hands behind your back while you rock on the heels of your feet nervously. “Um…” You start, voice drifting, “it was kinda disgusting.”

“What?!”

“I want to know what all of you are capable of,” Gojo cuts in, hands in his pockets as he regards the abandoned building. “Just think of this as a field test. Nobara, Yuji, you two go exorcise the curse inside that building.”

Brows furrowing, you turn to Gojo. Why was he..?

“Huh?” Itadori mumbles, “but I thought only curses could exorcise curses, right? I can’t use any jujutsu yet.”

Gojo turns to Itadori; “you’re basically half a curse already,” he reminds. “There’s cursed energy flowing throughout your body. Though controlling that energy isn’t something you can learn overnight, so use this.” Your eyes widen at the familiar looking weapon, if you remembered correctly that belonged to a second year. “It’s the cursed tool, Slaughter Demon. It’s a weapon imbued with cursed energy. It’ll work on curses, too.”

Pulling the cover off the weapon, Itadori eyes it gleaning eyes.

“Lame,” Nobara scoffs, pulling your attention on her as she moves towards the building, pulling a pouncing around the belt hoops of her skirt.

Itadori moves to follow her.

“Oh, one more thing,” Gojo calls, “don’t let Sukuna out. If you use him, you’ll get rid of all the curses nearby in a flash, but you’ll also drag everyone around into it.”

“Got it!” Itadori grins, sending Gojo a thumbs up, “I won’t let Sukuna out.”

“Hurry up now!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Go on, now!”

-

“Man, I finally join the school like you’ve always wanted me to, and you kick me out of my first official mission.”

Letting out a laugh, Gojo sits down beside Fushiguro as you frown down at him. Leaning back, he glances up at you; “sorry,” he grins.

“I still think I should go, though,” you mumble, glancing back in the direction of the building, eyeing it with worry. Biting your lip, you frown; “I mean, Itadori’s still new and everything. And Nobara’s never been in the city…”

There’s an echo of silence, before Fushiguro adds; “I think I’ll go too.”

“Don’t push yourself,” Gojo calls, “either of you. You’re still recovering.”

Huffing, you nudge Fushiguro’s foot lightly, signaling him to scoot over which he does without complain. Falling into seat beside him, your shoulder lightly touches his own, an action that completely misses you, but Fushiguro however does not. And fighting back the faint blush that threatens to grow on his cheeks, Fushiguro distracts himself by turning back to Gojo.

“Y/N’s right,” he mumbles, “someone should keep an eye on them, especially Itadori.”

“True,” Gojo nods, “but the one we’re testing this time is Nobara.”

Complying, you let out a sigh, leaning back on the palms of your hands, tilting your head up to glance at the curse practically oozing from the building.

As you do, you miss the way Fushiguro keeps eyeing you.

“That Yuji…he’s missing a few up here,” he taps his head for emphasis. “He has no hesitation when it comes to killing these things that take the form of living creatures, albeit bizarre-looking ones, to try to kill him. And it’s not like he’s been familiar with curses for a long time, like the both of you.”

You glance at Gojo, meeting his already awaiting gaze.

“They won’t leave me alone!”

“Yes, darling, but… but you’re scaring me… you’re scaring us!”

Shaking your head, a wave of heat rolls off of you, almost pulsating, and it causes those around you to flinch in fear, pushing away from you. You don’t understand, no one will listen to you – they don’t understand. They won’t understand…

You’re not trying to scare them.

“Mama, please, just–”

She holds a hand to you, stopping you from approaching – it feels like your heart might just break.

“Papa,” you turn, swiftly, desperately, but he looks at you with those same eyes. Those same fearful, disgusted eyes and you can feel the tears welling, your sight blurring. “P-Please…” You cry.

“You have to stay away, Y/N. It’s not safe for us.”

“I’m not safe!”

The words leave your voice in a screech, and you hate the way everyone backs away. This is your family, your mother and father, and your older brother and they’re all avoiding you because they’re afraid of you. They won’t listen to reason. It’s not your fault, you’re not trying to scare them – you’re scared…

You’re terrified.

But they don’t care.

“They won’t leave me! They just follow me! I’m not… please, listen to me! Mama, papa, onii-chan!”

It’s useless. They won’t listen.

They’re too scared.

You feel your heart swelling, anger flooding your senses, and the only thing in your head is; they need to understand.

In a second there’s screams. Your eyes snap open to find red, just… red. There’s so much of it, the smell of it floods your senses and makes you feel sick. The monsters that haunt your dreams, that never leave you no matter how hard you try to make them, fly past you in blurs; the red coats them.

The screams never leave your mind.

They never will.

And in the sea of red, amidst your own sobbing, you see a glow of white, and it shines so brightly you think;

that must be my saviour.

The one you’ve been waiting for.

“Yo!”

He pulls his blindfold back, and the sea of blue you see is just so beautiful, your young heart soars.

“So little to be covered in so much blood.”

“–This is a boy who used to live a normal high school life.”

Blinking at the sound of Gojo’s voice, you’re pulled from your thoughts with a startle. Ignoring the pang in your chest and the way it sits uncomfortably heavy, you ignore the sidewise glance Fushiguro sends you, placing your focus back on what Gojo has to say.

“You’ve both seen plenty of jujutsu sorcerers, even those with talent, give up in frustration because they couldn’t conquer their fear or disgust, haven’t you?”

You glance at Fushiguro, and the answer is obvious.

“So today I want to confirm how crazy she is.”

“But Kugisaki has experience, right? Little late for that now, isn’t it?”

“Curses are born from human minds,” Gojo reminds, “so their strength and numbers grow in proportion to the population. Meaning…”

“Is Nobara aware that curses in Tokyo are on a different level than those in the countryside,” you finish with a nod, leaning forward to eye Gojo. Honestly, despite being an annoyance most of the time, Gojo was good at bringing the best out of his students – so you shouldn’t be all that surprised by his tendency to search for the best either.

Still, it shocks you.

“And when I say ‘level’, I don’t just mean the amount of cursed energy they have,” Gojo continues, “it’s their cunning. Monsters that have gained wisdom often force cruel choices upon you…–”

“It’s just a kid… right?”

“–with the weight of human lives in the balance.”

Gojo’s words hang in the air, and, with a frown, you glance over at Fushiguro, only for his eyes to already be on your own.

Without having to ask, you already know why.

“Megumi–”

You’re cut off by the sound of glass breaking, your eyes snapping up towards the building, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of a curse.

Fushiguro shifts beside you; “I’ll exorcise it.”

“Hold on.” Gojo halts,

And Fushiguro almost looks appalled, stood, waiting, a second later you feel the same – only for spikes to appear through the curses body, it’s eyes bulging, and in the next second for it to simply dissolve.

“Nice,” Gojo grins, and honestly, you have to agree. That was impressive.

“She’s crazy, all right.”

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“I live over there! Thanks again!”

You watch the kid Itadori and Nobara had rescued for a moment longer, even as Fushiguro and Gojo move to walk off. Peeking your head around the corner, a fond, soft smile curls onto your lips at the mother who opens the door. Obviously relieved that he sons okay, she doesn’t waste another second quickly wrapping the small boy up in her arms and practically pulling him off his feet.

You can’t remember the last time you’d felt a mother’s love.

“Y/N?”

Blinking at the sound of Fushiguro’s voice, you turn around, eyes wide at having gotten lost in your own thoughts.

“You coming?” Shoving a hand in his pocket, he tilts his head curiously at you.

“Yup!” You call, popping the ‘p’ as you push back your thoughts. Running to catch up to him, you fall in step with him, bumping his shoulder lightly with a grin to which he turns away, a light dust coating his cheeks, causing you to giggle. He was too easy to tease.

“Good Joseph!” Gojo calls to Itadori and Nobara, who decided to wait on some steps. “We made sure the kid got home.”

Almost instantly, the two stand.

“Now, shall we go grab some food?”

“Steak!” Itadori cries.

“Sushi!” Noabara follows.

With two thumbs up, Gojo grins; “leave it all to me! And, you two?”

You glance over at Fushiguro, rolling your eyes when you notice he’s on his phone, not paying attention. Shrugging, you decide to join in on the fun, pumping your first in the air; “you can’t forget about desert!”

“Of course not!”

“Y/N!” Itadori leans towards you, and you blink at the tears in his eyes.

“You finally understand!” Your eyes widen when Nobara follows him, leaning towards you with an almost proud look.

Tilting your head, your lips part; “huh?”

“Last call, Megumi!”

He continues to ignore Gojo.

“He’s just cranky he didn’t get to do anything today,” you whisper to Itadori and Nobara, giggling when he sends you a glare.

“Well,” Gojo says, voice sickly sweet, “let’s go.” And he simply tugs the three of you along, ignoring Fushiguro, who almost immediately perks up when he notices he’s being left behind.

You let out a laugh as he rushes to join.

“Oh,” Nobara calls, “I forgot about my biggest haul today. You,” she sharply points at Itadori, “go fetch my things.”

“Huh? Why should I do it? I thought we were even.”

“We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?”

“What about my raw strength?”

“Your monstrous power from eating weird shit?”

“It’s not just that,” Itadori cries, “right, Fushiguro, Y/N?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” you snort.

He just pouts. “Fushiguro?”

There’s no response.

“Huh? What’s the matter, Fushiguro?”

“Nothing–”

“Y/N said it right,” Gojo laughs, “he’s pouting because he didn’t get to join in.”

Letting out a laugh, you nod; “totally is!”

“Puh, puh,” Nobara giggles, a hand to her mouth, “what a child.”

Megumi lets out a grunt, hiding his face behind his collar as the rest of you collectively let out a laugh. And as you share in the moment, glancing around, you’re starting to forget why you were so adamant on spending life alone.

[shintin]

Forget Me Not: Chapter 18 (Ruined House)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Imagine that from the moment you opened your eyes into this world, you had no choice but to kill and shed the blood of others, that you had to fight alongside Toji Fushiguru and die with him.

What would you do when they force you to do something you don't like? When the torment of conscience presses on your throat, will you give up? Now think about a day that life gives you another chance; how would you use it?

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: mention of alcohol.

Song Recommendation: It's Always The Little Things - Guo Ding

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2018

The Gojo mansion

The meeting with the elders was over. Satoru happily opened the door and looked for you in the crowd. He quickly noticed the presence of Yaga in the crowd, who was talking to Shoko, and he walked over to the two.

"Hi, um, do you know where Y/N might be? Did she go back to school with the students?" Yaga frowned after hearing Satoru's worried tone.

Shoko looked at Yaga and then at Satoru and quickly said, "She was with Kento, they must be out in the yard."

"Why are you worried about Y/N, Satoru?" Seriousness was evident in Yaga's tone.

Satoru turned his head and looked at Yaga in surprise. "What do you mean why I'm worried? Because I don't want to bury more people at my mother's funeral."

"Are you worried someone will hurt Y/N?"

"No, I'm worried the others may try to hurt Y/N and she may kill them to defend herself. I don't think there is anyone here who is strong enough to hurt her." Satoru turned away to go outside, but Yaga quickly grabbed his arm.

"You are the only one who can hurt her, Satoru! Be careful in the decisions you make!" Yaga whispered in his ear.

Satoru glanced at Yaga's worried face. "You really have taken the role of being a father to Y/N seriously," then he winked and headed for the exit.

Satoru's face turned sad again as he distanced himself from Yaga and Shoko. He looked carefully at the yard but saw no trace of Nanami's cursed energy. He took his phone out of his pocket and quickly called Y/N. Nobody answered. His heart began to pound. He hung up the phone and called Nanami. After two beeps, Nanami's voice was heard.

"Hey Kento, how are you? Do you know where Y/N is?"

"She is with me."

"Oh, good." Satoru frowned. Was this jealousy? He continued: "Is it possible for me to talk to her?"

"I do not recommend such a thing." Nanami's tone was serious.

"Why? Has something happened?" Satoru was worried.

"Your father told Y/N everything, Satoru, she knows."

Satoru's eyes widened in surprise. This was the grave he had dug for himself.

He took a deep breath and asked: "Where are you now? I want to come and talk to Y/N." He no longer needed to hide his tired voice.

"We are in a bar. I don't think she is in a state to listen to you. She is very drunk."

"Take care of her, Kento."

"I will."

The call ended, and Satoru heard a continuous beep.

Everything that had happened from TDL till today was because of his mistakes. He knew that he had lost his chances to find a way back to you.

It was true that he had chosen to keep you alive to revenge his father, but he didn't know you at that time. Now you were his home, and he destroyed everything. He was stuck under the ruins of his home that is your heart.

You meant a lot to him. He could only be his true self in front of you. He only trusted you with seeing all his wounds and being sure that you wouldn't stab him when he closed his eyes.

If he was the moon, it was because you were the sun, and he was taking his light from you. Without you, he would be lost in the endless night sky.

Satoru lowered his phone.

"What is it my dear son? I thought you were going to be a better person than me, but I see that you have also become a good liar. These things are in our blood." The sound of his father's laughter made him angrier than before.

Satoru turned his head to his father and held his index finger in front of his face. "Never lay a finger on someone who is mine, otherwise I'll make you regret it!"

"You can't threaten me. I'm the head of this family." His father was looking at his son with round eyes.

"You're the head of Gojo clan as long as you're alive!" Satoru was throwing up all his anger.

"You insolent boy! You'll pay the price!"

"Send your army after me. I hope you have enough graves for them!" Satoru said, then turned and walked away.

This was the last time anyone saw Satoru Gojo for a long time.

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The bar

"Enough Y/N! How many glasses have you drank for God's sake?" Nanami said seriously and tried to take the glass from you.

"Kento~, don't ruin the party. The night is still young~" And you finished your drink.

You and Nanami had been sitting on an unknown bar for about two hours, and you were testing almost all the liquors in the bar.

Nanami shook his head. "Do you know that getting drunk will not solve your problems?"

No, you were not ready to go back to reality. "What are you talking about Nanami?" You said with a fake laugh and pointed to the bartender to give you the bottle of liquor you were referring to.

"You can only deceive yourself with these fake laughs. No one can be well after hearing those words." Nanami was looking at his glass.

"I don't care. The important thing is that I'm alive now. I don't care about its stupid reason." You drank another sip. You wish alcohol could put out the fire that was turning you to ashes.

"Stop pretending Y/N! You are in pain, why are you trying to hide it? Aren't you tired of smiling all the time?" Nanami leaned his hand on the table and turned his face towards you.

You didn't pay attention and continued to drink. Suddenly, Nanami reached out and pulled the bottle out of your hand.

"Hey ..." your protest was heard.

"I'm talking to you." Nanami said in a firm voice.

"I know and I'm not listening to you! Also, do not treat me like a child anymore!" You tried to take the bottle from his hand, but he took it farther away from you.

"Do you think I can't get the bottle from you? Do you think I'm afraid to touch you? Ha ha! I can't be more upset than I am Kento Nanami! So, give me back my drink before I pierce your kidney!" You whispered in Nanami's ear and pressed your knife to his side.

He smiled. "Then do it, I dare you. Unlike you, I have no regrets."

Your eyes widened. You pulled your head back, looked at his eyes, and sat down slowly on your chair.

"I knew you wouldn't do that. You're no longer the same person you used to be." Nanami put the bottle of liquor in front of you.

Your hands wrapped around the bottle, but you didn't drink it.

"It doesn't matter who I am now. My sins will be with me forever and everyone will judge me for them."

"I don't judge you Y/N. I think no one in the jujutsu school judges you either." Nanami said in a confident tone.

"Tch.." came out of your mouth, before you resumed drinking. You remembered Satoru. Someone you thought was your savior turned out that he was nothing but your executioner.

"Listen Y/N, I don't think Sato ...."

"Don't! No!" You cut off Nanami. "Don't talk to me about him."

"I'll speak and you will listen. Satoru may be a walking idiot, but he never would play with anyone." Nanami defended him in disbelief.

"Yeah, I saw in TDL how he didn't play with that girl's feelings at all!" You laughed nervously. "Manipulation is part of his nature. Don't defend him!"

"I don't approve of his lifestyle, but a few weeks ago, Satoru called that girl in front of me and ended everything with her. So, I don't know what that girl was doing in TDL."

"Oh Nanami, you're a very good friend to him but don't try any more. I've heard many times from him, Shoko and the others that he is just looking to tick off of the higher-ups. And what a better tool than me to achieve his dreams? Please don't mention his name to me anymore!" You called the bartender and told him to bring you another bottle.

Nanami said nothing. He knew you were in pain, and you wanted to be alone. He decided to stand aside, take care of you and bring you back to school safely.

At this time, Nanami's phone rang, and Satoru's name appeared on the screen. He picked up the phone.

"Hey Kento, how are you? Do you know where Y/N is?"

Nanami looked at you and then went to the other side of the bar to answer him.

When he returned, you had drunk half of the second bottle too. It was time to go back to school.

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Jujutsu High

You woke up in the morning with a strange headache and quickly put your hand on your forehead. You felt your eyes might go blind at any moment. You rubbed your forehead and forcibly opened one of your eyes.

The clothes you had worn at the funeral were still on you, but you didn't remember how you got to your room. Did Nanami take you back to school? Did you say anything else to him?

'Well done to you! You showed how pathetic you are in front of him.'

Before you could apply pressure on your head, you gagged and quickly placed your hand over your mouth while running to the toilet.

You had drunk too much.

You knelt in front of the toilet and emptied the contents of your stomach. Then, with a worse headache than before, you got up, tapped the siphon, stood in front of the sink, and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were red. How much did you cry last night?

You didn't want to think about what happened yesterday. So you went to the fridge, picked up a bottle of water, and drank it.

'We don't have to think about everything at once. We go step by step. Drink water first so you don't become dehydrated. Take a shower to get rid of your headache. Wear comfortable clothes. Make a good breakfast for yourself and then go see the kids. Okay, but what if I see him in front of his room when I go out? Don't think about him Y/N! Go out on from the balcony. Don't face him, don't let him to lie again.'

You thought you were crazy to start talking to yourself.

You got up, took off your clothes, threw them on the bed, and went to the bathroom.

As soon as the hot water hit your head, a good feeling pervaded your whole being. The water slipped slowly through your hair and spilled over your shoulders, back, and legs.

You stood in the shower for a moment without moving and let the tears flow slowly from your eyes. It hurt, but you just wanted to cry. Your eyes burned, but you kept crying.

You put your hands on the cold bathroom tiles and leaned your forehead against the wall. Your sobs were mixed with the sound of water.

Oh Y/N, I wish I could tell you that you are not stupid, you are not naive, you are not weak, you are just in love. And the lover is always the captive of the beloved.

When you came out of the bathroom, your eyes were red, but you felt light.

You started making tea and a cheese, tomatoes, and olives sandwich. You took off your towel and put on your most comfortable clothes. Then you sat down at the table and ate your breakfast while looking out the window.

It was okay to have black circles under your eyes because of crying; There was nothing wrong with not being able to smile after hard days...

But was it normal if you wanted him to wait for you by your door? Would anyone judge you if you wanted to hear him apologize? He didn't even send a text message. You didn't matter to him.

Tears began to fall on your cheeks again. You drank water and wiped your tears with the back of your hand. Then you quickly got up, put on your sunglasses, and went to the balcony door to join the kids on the training grounds.

December 11th was one of the worst days of your life, but you didn't want to let December 12th be like that too.

A/N: Ok, go and read the next chapter. They are related.

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[burnedbyshoto]

(i won’t say) i’m in love

― Bakugou’s feelings for you are true, but he can’t seem to utter those three words no matter how much he wishes to. ―

pt 2

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, alcohol mention, bakugou katsuki is bad at feelings

word count: 6,625

a/n: this was supposed to come out yesterday but I sort of got lazy and didn’t want to edit. anyways, I hope you enjoy, stories like this one are always fun to write and if you’re the anon who requested that bakugou thing like... a week ago, this was inspired by you.

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The first time that Bakugou really noticed you was during the final year at Yuuei. 

Three years of vigorous and intensive academic and heroic work at the esteemed high school had led him to this very moment. While Bakugou was not the intensive hothead he once was when he was sixteen, he was definitely still hotheaded at the prime age of eighteen. With the end of the school year approaching, heavily enforced by the fact that a crowd of third-year middle schoolers had just left campus with hopeful and tired expressions on their face, he was grumbling while making his way back to his classroom.

For the practical part of their final, they were paired off to handle some insane over the top final as always. If Bakugou knew any better, he would be paired off with someone lame like Mineta or some shit. How he missed the days the teachers thought him and that damn nerd couldn’t get along enough to pass tests together… they had been paired up so often that first year - on top of finally establishing proper respect and an unadmitted friendship - it had led them to become an unbeatable force.  

While Bakugou climbed the stairs after his loudly chattering classmates, he was sunk in his thoughts about who he would be with. Bakugou was versatile, and while he was often a pain to work with, he worked well with just about anyone. ‘Who hasn’t he worked with yet?’ he thought, his fingers fisted in his pockets while they gathered onto the floor where their classroom was located. 

“MINA AGAIN?!” was the first noise to break through the aimless chatter to hold truth and knowledge. 

Bakugou looked at Kaminari and Mina, who were both holding each other and crying. 

Every single final, they had been paired up together, each time facing off the principal to be utterly demolished. Bakugou snickered at the thought of them failing the practical final for the nth time again.

“Looks like I’m with Todoroki!” Kirishima pointed out, his hand waving at the half and half bastard who was also seeking him out. 

They had three weeks until final exams took place, and the fact that they were announcing the teams this early definitely sat the slightest bit uneasy with Bakugou. And with his attention back onto the role list, Bakugou found himself praying that Deku’s name was next to his. If there’s anyone left who wouldn’t hold him back, it would be him.

“Bakugou!” a voice yelled, and Bakugou looked away from the list to see you walking over with a wave of your hand. “We’re paired up!”

Just like that, Bakugou realized that during his three years here, he had never once been paired up with you, and his lips turned into a frown. Interesting.

“You’re not busy right now?” he didn’t even wait for you to confirm his thoughts, “Let’s go, the TDL should be free right now.” Bakugou practically commanded, uncaring that you were definitely not in clothes to be doing anything physically demanding. 

“I needa change! I’ll meet you there in ten minutes!” was your unaffected response and Bakugou’s eyes narrowed when Kirishima jabbed him in the ribs, his eyes telling him to play nice.

“Tch. Fine, just don’t take forever.”

By the time you had returned to the TDL, Bakugou was still warming up, his hoodie pulled up to help his cold ears while he stretched.

“I don’t think we’ve ever been paired up or teamed up before!” you called out while stretching your arms above your head. “You think they kept us apart for so long for that very reason?”

“Like hell I would know,” Bakugou grumbled, refusing to look at you while you finished up your warm-up routine, by the looks of it you had run from the dorm here; that was a good enough warm-up. “I don’t know what kind of crap they’re going to try and pull on us at this exam, but I want you to let you know that you better not fuck this up,” he stood up, his hands rotating in circles, relieving the built tension in his wrists while he stared at you for the first time. His calm gaze meeting your strong one. “I plan on walking out of here with a perfect score.”

A smile spread on your face while you nodded, “I plan on it, too.”

Pleased with your response, Bakugou’s lips quirked into a smirk, his stance lowering immediately, and he watched while you readied yourself. 

“Ready?”

“Come at me.”

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Bakugou sat on the floor, his eyes wide with his shock and personal embarrassment. 

The practical final exam had been a fear-induced, villain crawling, pro hero gone bad filled nightmare. A test designed with the help of Support Course students and a teacher who generated physical and real items based on whatever she thought had caused a most horrendous scene for Bakugou and you. It was then that Bakugou realized why both of you had been paired up - your fears were one and the same.

Failure, rejection, not being enough. 

While both of you had been so good in the beginning, powering through every obstacle at alarming power and speed, there had been a hitch in the road right before the finish line. When a ‘villain’ took on the form of All Might and blamed him for this downfall that society knew. He had thought he was long past breaking over that, he believed that it was something he had healed over two years ago. This faux All Might carried himself just like the retired hero, changing between his big form and the small one, his words and accusations dropping like boulders on him with every broken whisper that passed his lips. Unlike you, Bakugou wasn’t able to fight this terror, wasn’t able to beat the thing that still tripped him up.

The loud ringing in his ear wouldn’t quit while he fell down, his breathing short and scattered. He couldn’t hear your screams while you were battling your own opponents while All Might drew closer to him.

His fault, this was all his fault.

But a bright light exploded across the room, and Bakugou eyes felt heavy while you threw him onto your back and took off. His last exam ever, and just like his first one, it finished with him being carried across the finish line, but where the first one still felt like a victory, this felt like a complete failure. 

“Bakugou!” you exclaimed, your hands finding his pale, clammy cheeks in your hands while the victory tune carried lightly in the background. “Bakugou, can you hear me?!”

Of course, he could hear you, he wanted to snap as his body instinctively wished to push off his insecurity with anger. But his tongue was too heavy in his mouth, his eyes merely focusing onto your terrified face. You had taken a blast in the face earlier, and the bruising swollen lip you had was an indicator of the failure you came across. 

“Hey, hey, you’re okay!” you reassured, your smile spreading wider, brighter on your face, your calloused fingers rubbing softly against his face. “You’re okay! It was fake, remember!”

“It wasn’t fake, though,” Bakugou heaved, his fingers trembling with his grief and suffocating anger while he shoved your hands from his face. “It wasn’t fake. I’m the reason fucking All Might is gone, why the world fell into chaos! You were there that day, weren’t you? The day I was taken from the fucking forest.”

Your eyes widened from the statement, but Bakugou couldn’t blame you for that. No one but Deku, Aizawa, and All Might knew about these feelings. Still, the emotions that sat heavily on his throat seemed to pierce themself further into his throat while you very obviously thought about the circumstances of that fateful night three years ago.

“How was it your fault you were taken?” you asked, your head tilted, arms folded across your chest. 

Bakugou’s eyes widened, not at all expecting you to care or even try to calm him down. There was no point for you to either; it wasn’t as if you two were close after all. 

“I was a fucking dick back then,” Bakugou grumbled, his head turning to the side his gaze refusing to look at you. No one had ever questioned his thoughts on this statement, everyone had always left it at that.

“You’re still a fucking dick,” you half teased half spoke truthfully, and your body sank to the floor, sitting before him with a tilted curious head. “A lot of people are dicks, but that doesn’t mean dicks are targeted by villains. I mean look at Endeavor, he was sort of a flaming dick back in the day, but he’s a hero.”

“But it’s different, I was barbaric to the point where they tied me up during the sports festival,” Bakugou reasoned, his gaze turning back to you, and was slightly shocked (not that he would show it) to see annoyance in your eyes.

“Yeah, and that was total bullshit of them to do!” you exclaimed, pushing a hand onto his grenade gauntlet. “There was no reason for them to do that for you, you didn’t think you won, and they should have just let you be. Giving you a medal like that was completely idiotic of them. Should you have behaved like that? No, you shouldn’t; it was childish and dumb of you, but they’re also the adults… they should have known better before strapping you up like a rabid dog in front of the world.”

“Wha-?”

“I get that we’re not… close friends Bakugou, but if you think that the League capturing you in an attempt to make you cross sides was your fault, which would lead to Kamino… I mean, it did lead to All Might losing his ability to use his quirk and all, but this has nothing to do with you,” you affirmed, your eyes deadly serious but with a type of kindness that Bakugou wasn’t used to. “You were trying to make a name for yourself in this competitive field, and you did! I mean… don’t let this inflate your ego anymore than it already is-”

“Hah?!”

“-But you’re someone to fear. You’re strong and capable, and from everyone who was shown in that sports festival, you were definitely the one to watch. But it was the adults who fucked up that day, they’re the ones who ultimately set the scene in painting you like a deranged loose canon - which you are at times, but you’re not evil. The League thought you were that way, and I’m sure there is no doubt in All Mights eyes about what he did for you. You were someone who needed to be saved, and All Might is the world’s number one hero for a reason: self-sacrifice. It could have been you, me, or even the grouchy pork bun lady down the street - he would have given it all to save. Don’t even get me started on the fact that Japan became too comfortable with All Might and held him to the status of a god and not a human that he is… so… yeah, I’m not good with this kind of stuff, but I want you to know that this isn’t your fault. You’re in the story as to why he lost his ability to use his quirk, but All Might’s will carries on in all of us, especially in you, so unless you give up, he’ll never truly be defeated.”

It was at this moment that Bakugou finally saw you.

The way that you had been exceedingly kind and ever so gentle with him. Your words rang heavily in his ears, and a heavyweight felt freed from his shoulders the more he digested your words. He wasn’t sure when your hand began to hold his, but while he looked down at his gloved hand, he let out a shaky breath at the sight of your hand in his. 

“You’re pretty amazing, Bakugou, please don’t forget that,” you smiled, nothing but sincere truth on your tongue, and finally standing up, you looked down at him. “Well, it’s time to see how we fared, yeah?”

But there was something different in the way that his hands sweated. He knew that his hands were always perspiring. There was a normalcy to the nitroglycerine sweat that his hands emitted without a single thought, but the tightness to his stomach and the way that the sweat poured nervously from his palms made him realize that no, this was different. But what exactly? His stomach flipped at the still and happy appearance on your face, and a shadow of realization flooded through him… oh no… he knew why, but he knew he shouldn’t believe it.

He couldn’t.

With a sigh, he pushed off the floor, standing beside you, a smirk daring to pull at his lips at the way that your eyes traveled up in your surprise to his height and closeness.

“Let’s go.”

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“Watch where you’re fucking running, dunce face!”

“I was watching!”

Bakugou’s head snapped over to your giggling face while you lay on your own towel a few paces away from him. Today was Mina’s birthday, and instead of going to a restaurant for a birthday celebration like any average person, she had decided she needed to tan. How someone who was pink could tan was beyond Bakugou, but while he had no intention of hanging out with his old classmates on his day off, Kirishima had asked him to go for him. That wasn’t enough, so when Kirishima had included that you were apart of the group that was going, Bakugou considered it for about ten minutes before finally agreeing - but he would never say it was because of you. 

So here he was practically babysitting a bunch of nineteen-year-olds while he lounged under the sun’s hot rays. He needed to get rid of the funky tan lines on his body.

“What are you laughing about?” Bakugou grunted, his eyes narrowing at your figure, which was relaxed against the soft towel you were using as a blanket of sorts. “I’ll kill you.”

“I’m sure you could,” was your smooth response, your head adjusting on your arms to look at him easier. “I just think you should rub your sunscreen in better, Sero did a horrible job at applying it on your back. Unless, of course, you want a penis tanned on you.”

“Why the hell would I want a fucking penis on my back?!” Bakugou growled, his hand grabbing his SPF 100 sunscreen and slapping a handful onto his back. 

He heard you push off the sand ground and felt you stop behind him, and Bakugou froze when your warm fingers pressed against your back. “You’re a bit helpless at this sort of stuff. I figured you’d be the type to carry around a stick of sorts so you could apply it to yourself with no issue.”

“I don’t come to sunbathe ever,” Bakugou countered, his ears lightly burning at the feeling of your hands rubbing the sunscreen against his paler back. “I’m typically covered from head to toe.”

“Oh, I am more than aware of that,” you sagely nodded, pulling away when you were done to fall back onto your towel with a grin when he finally turned to look at you. “Still, you’re a big enough nerd to do it.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped at the accusation, his eyes narrowing and his defenses on high alert, “The hell?! I’m not some damn nerd!”

“You graduated third in the class, unlike the cool kids who graduate ninth in the class,” you teased, your class ranking lower than his but still nothing to be ashamed about with who was in their class.

“That doesn’t make me a nerd, just makes me smarter than you damn idiots!”

“You’re the only person who flosses every day, always eats healthy foods, probably rivals Midoriya in hero trivia, listens to everything authorities say, never broke a rule or got detention, and sleeps at eight p.m.”

“How is any of that nerd shit? Just sounds like I’ll live longer and be better! Besides, how you know all that shit, you sound like some creepy stalker.”

A glint of amusement sparked in your eyes before you slipped on sunglasses, leaning down onto your towel with a proud grin on your face. “I have a strange fascination with nerds, sorry to disappoint you.”

Blinking in disbelief, Bakugou shook his head, settling back onto his own towel with a snort, “You’re a bigger asshole then I thought you were.”

“I hide it very well behind this pretty smile,” you flash a disgustingly pretty smile his way, and Bakugou rolls his eyes again.

“So… uh, how have things been for you at your agency?”

Bakugou would then find himself having a rather informative conversation with you. The both of you trading stories of how it was to work as a legit hero now, to no longer have to think of UA’s reputation or the fear that taking action in stressful situations would cause their learning licenses to be removed. He was also quick to discover that he really enjoyed talking with you, his often limited conversation energy never feeling drained as he continued talking.

Stories were shared, snarky comments exchanged, which left both him and you in laughter until the party of two became more.

He could barely keep a hold on his fake annoyment when both of you were being hauled into the cold ocean water, your loud shrieks as Mina tackled you into a crashing wave, making him grin as he quickly tore off Kaminari and Sero from his arms. That is until you reappeared from under the water to take him entirely off guard and tackle both of you into the water, your screams loud in his ear.

When he emerged from the salty water looking akin to a wet dog, everyone froze up in their poorly concealed concern and fear: this was war.

It had been a fun day at the beach, even if Bakugou had a hard time admitting to it, but as the sun set, the hot summer day fading into a warm summer night, and they all sat around a bonfire Bakugou felt as if the sun was still beating down on his tan skin. There was no reason for the explosive warmth invading his skin except that you were huddled at his side, your attention on the others. At the same time, you playfully fought with them, your eyes occasionally falling on him in hopes of a verbal back up. 

He agreed with you every time, growing more and more pleased with the fact that your eyes glimmered with great joy and how the others booed and disagreed until finally, they had to go.

“I miss hanging out with you,” you admitted when you all piled into the car, exhaustion sitting heavy on all of you after a good but long day.

Bakugou’s heart skips a beat, and he licks his lips, nodding slowly, not wanting to let you see how he was coloring in his embarrassing agreement.

“Yeah, whatever,” he looked at your still smiling form, letting him know you didn’t buy his statement even for a second. “...I do, too.” And the smile that consumed your face nearly killed every willpower he still had left.

It was then that Bakugou had to admit that he never thought he would have to consider.

He liked you.

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“Bakugou is that you?!”

Bakugou had been going home. Dressed up in a formal suit, he thought he would be unrecognizable and left alone with his head hanging low and earbuds in, but he guessed no matter what, the laws of having earbuds in went ignored.

Today had been hard. Today had been the day of the funeral to one of his colleagues who had perished in a black market raid he and the agency he worked at had embarked on. It had been a perfect raid, something that hailed his name in the spotlight for quite some time, but it was for naught because a friend of his had died. Those who had been close to his fallen friend were forced to take the rest of the day off and get okayed by the agency’s psychiatrist before resuming duty. It wasn’t something Bakugou wanted to follow; after all, crime didn’t take a day off, but he had no choice (he had been threatened with more days off, and stupid Deku had pulled him away before a real scene could emerge).

But he felt weird in this get up, the suit just felt strange on his body, too nice, too formal for the lifestyle he held. Why it was inappropriate to show up to a funeral in your hero attire was beyond him. As it was midday, Bakugou had hoped that he wouldn’t have to see anyone on the train back to his province, but to his dismay, even with the classical music blasting in his ears, he heard someone yelling. 

He turned his head slightly and paused when he saw you running towards him with a bunch of paper in your arms, your face sweaty from what he assumed was exhaustion.

“You’re looking handsome!” you chirped, sighing heavily when you stumbled to his side, your cheeks pinched into a genuine smile. “Why you all dressed up for?”

“A funeral,” was Bakugou’s dry response, and your smile quickly fell off your face, a flustered and mortified look replaced the smile, and if it had been any other situation, Bakugou would have barked in laughter.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry!” you awkwardly state, your condolences heavy on your face and quickly emitting from your tongue while you bowed in your embarrassment. “I didn’t remember that Slingshots’ funeral was today.”

Bakugou’s jaw tightened at the name, his head nodding with a stiff shoulder, “Not a big deal, he’s been gone for a few days now.”

Your eyebrows knit together, your eyes looking at him concernedly before you shook your head, “Doesn’t really matter, it’s still the death of a friend of yours.”

Bakugou shrugged again, his hands moving out to grab half the stack of papers in your hands and holding them for you. He always remembered his dumb nerd friends telling him that it was a kind act to do for people you liked, Kirishima always raved about how it worked for him at least.

“Well, um… Kirishima told me that you moved into the building across from mine! How crazy is that?!” Bakugou knew immediately that you were changing the subject for him, something he truly and deeply appreciated because he was not ready to talk about his feelings about Slingshot - well, at least not in public. Damn paparazzi always seemed to catch his most embarrassing moments.

“Kirishima’s telling you that shit about me?”

“Oh yeah, Kirishima loves to gossip all about your life,” you state matter of factly, your head tilting with a wink. “I know all your dirty little secrets Bakugou Katsuki! We have a class group chat where Kirishima and Midoriya spill all their knowledge on you.”

Bakugou wasn’t precisely sure how false that statement was; all things considered, he knew those damn idiots would do something like that should the old class actually want information on him. Sighing, he nodded towards the train that pulled up to the station, and the two of you climbed on, taking the first two available seats together.

“What’s my biggest secret, then?” Bakugou decided to play along, his head resting on the train window, his eyes falling onto your softly smiling form with shielded amusement.

A shit-eating grin grew magnificently against your face, and Bakugou almost regretted asking because you leaned in close, your lips whispering to his ear despite the empty train cart, and uttered something that sent horrified dread through his veins. 

“You’re one of three owners of the super exclusive and rare All Might Bronze Age trading card.”

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW THAT?!”

“OH MY GOD, IT’S TRUE!!!”

Embarrassment blazed on Bakugous face while you continued to laugh, your hands holding your papers flat against your body while you shrieked for air. He rolled his eyes despite it all and just stared at your snorting form since you failed to recompose yourself at what was your lying attempt to disillusion him and worked. 

It had been seven months since Mina’s birthday, and since that fateful day, his feelings for you had only grown more extensive and more real. He could never admit it to anyone, but he texted you nearly every day - the days where there was no communication would often come from your end of the conversation or because one of you had an extremely exhaustive day at work. 

He watched how the soft winter sun shone through the clouds, piercing through the window to brighten the color of your eyes, making them look even warmer and more delicate in his opinion. How he was never interested in you during high school was beyond him. You were - on a personality level - identical to when you were in high school, he had confirmed that suspicion of his with Mina, who had been appalled on your behalf that he hadn’t noticed you before. It was times like now that he regretted it, he wondered if he would have felt the same way as he did right now back then. 

He hadn’t exactly changed much at all either, so he figured he would have liked you back then too.

You were witty, sweet, kind, but no pushover. You had helped to ease his worries and anxieties in a single night, where professionals failed to do so in years. It made no sense to him why it was this way, but as you asked to listen along to the music he played, he slipped off one earbud and handed it to you with sweaty fingers. 

You graciously accepted it with a broad and exciting grin while placing it into your ear, your amused groan making his heart flutter with warmth while you complained about his old folk music selection.

“I still don’t peg you as a Beethoven guy!” you exclaimed, your head swaying in time with Symphony No. 9. “I thought you were a Led Zepplin sorta man.”

“That shits bad for your brain, you have to keep your entire body healthy or you might as well die off like some shitty extra.”

“You really think you’re some main character in this world, don’t you?” you ask, your smile teasing and your eyes so warm and smooth Bakugou felt his heart stop with just your stare. He licked his lips, his mouth feeling dry, and his hands that usually never stopped sweating felt dry when he placed them on his lap. 

“I’m the main fucking character,” he corrected with a smug smirk. “Don’t you dare fucking forget it.”

He would never say it, but his favorite sound and sight in the world became this moment right now, the hardworking city fading in the background and even his music fading into nothing while your hands pressed to your mouth, and a charming giggle escaped your mouth. 

“I won’t.”

He won’t admit it, but when you hugged him later that day as a means of goodbye, it took every ounce of self-restraint to keep himself from tilting you backward and kissing the lights out of you.

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Bakugou was in trouble.

It wasn’t anything that warranted immediate concern or any type of life-ending trouble (although his heart was hammering so fast he thought it could be life-ending), but he was in trouble. 

His hands were clenched together, and his head was down while he listened to Jirou and Mina screaming some sort of punk-pop duet that was in English together. It had been over a year since the train incident, a year for Bakugou to shift through his feelings for you and what they meant and if they were meant to be pursued. It was weird for him to have waited this long to begin with. He was a man of acting quickly and thinking later, a fatal flaw of his if he would, but you were so different to him - a situation where he couldn’t behave like some hot head or else he would regret it.

Today was Kirishima’s twentieth birthday, and he had wanted a simple stay in party with everyone, a shit ton of alcohol, and a karaoke machine. It was to no surprise that it was a party that the entire class 1-A ended up showing up, each and every one of them ready to have fun with the drinks and karaoke machine. But as he watched you up there doing the stupidest poses (alongside seven others) known to mankind while singing some diva song, something hit him.

His once amused smile melted off instantly when you smiled widely, your head tilting backward into a peal of laughter when Aoyama knocked you straight into Hagakure and Mina. 

He was in love with you.

He was in fucking love with you.

That was a problem! That was not okay!

He had gotten up from the crowded bedroom (something you had insisted they perform in to really push that karaoke room feeling). He walked into the living room, a harsh comment about how he needed some fresh fucking air being thrown behind him while he slammed the door shut. No one questioned him, and the party continued. 

A part of him was relieved that neither Kirishima nor Deku followed after him, he didn’t really wish to be a damper to the party even though he sure he was one right now. But what he didn’t expect was for your body to slip out of the bedroom door, beads of sweat rolling down your face while you met his gaze.

You smiled broadly, walking over with a wave before flopping onto the couch.

“It was too hot in there, I was sweating like a goddamn pig,” you exasperate, your hands fanning your face for added coolness. 

How Bakugou wished he was that half and half bastard so he could help you cool down.

“I think you’re sweating more than a fucking pig,” Bakugou pipped in, giving his unneeded opinion.

You chuckled, your lightly sweating forearm smacking his side while you chuckled, “Yeah, true. I’m sweating like you right now.”

“You’re an asshole,” Bakugou grunted, his eyes shifting to look at you.

Despite his harsh words, he was looking down at you with no malice in his gaze. Breathing heavily out of your nose, you pushed off the couch and sat on it properly, looking at your best friend with a grin.

“And why are you out here exactly? Kiri wants to sing a song with you, Midoriya, and Todoroki like really badly.”

“Well shitty hair can come ask me to sing a song with him and those idiots if he wants, I’m not going back in that disgusting room until I have to.” Bakugou waves off, his thighs shifting against the soft couch and his arm falling on the sofa behind your head.

“Don’t be a party pooper!” you groaned, your hands shoving his side softly, but your smile remained on your face. “What’s eating you up? Come on, you can tell me anything, ya know!”

Bakugou freezes a bit, those words relaying in his mind like a broken record. 

What would happen if he told you if he was in love with you?

Would you hate him if he did?

He was sure you wouldn’t say it back - that was for sure.

“I won’t say,” he breathes out shakily, the words ‘I’m in love with you’ pounding on every cell of his body.

He loved you. He loved you more than he thought he could ever love anyone.

He wanted to tell you, and the look of utter disappointment in your face only made his stomach twist with guilt and failure that he didn’t tell you. 

“I promise I won’t tease you… I won’t do anything to upset you! You know you can trust me, right?” you plead, your hand taking his sweaty one, and Bakugou flushed at the warm contact. 

He loved you, he loved you, he loved you.

There’s a look of guilt that twists on your face, and you sigh, your head dropping and Bakugou freezes when you begin to shake your head. “Sorry, that’s… that’s rude of me. If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t make you, but if you want to, I promise that I won’t judge.”

Your concerned eyes rose back up to meet his, and Bakugou felt his spine go stiff.

A shaky breath of air expelled past his chapped lips, and Bakugou’s fingers trembled, “I have something to confess…”

Your eyes widened in shock and silent glee that he was going to let you in on his secret, but he wondered if you would look the same after he confessed.

“I’m-”

“Y/n!” a shout interrupted, and Bakugou froze while both of your heads snapped over to see Kirishima pushing out of the door with a bright grin on his face.

“Ei!” you smiled broadly in return, your voice almost breathless at his arrival, your eyes filled with emotions that Bakugou could only dream were directed towards him. Immediately his stomach twisted sickeningly at the sight of his red-headed best friend take three long strides to get to the couch before planting the biggest kiss he had ever seen onto your lips.

Bakugou’s stomach filled with bitter acid at the sight of you and Kirishima passionately kissing despite having him no more than two centimeters away from you. Giggles and the purest sounds of two people in deep, deep love emitted from the both of you, and it took everything in Bakugou not to split his skull in half in raging jealousy.

“I was missing you so much! I looked away, and you were gone!” Kirishima pouted, his tone a low whine, but his mouth continued to press flustering kisses against your mouth until you were gently pushing him away. Embarrassment obvious in your posture because shamelessly making out in front of any audience always left you uncomfortable. 

“I was… checking up on… on Bakugou,” you pathetically moaned against Kirishima’s mouth, your hands helpless against his chest while you attempted to push away your tipsy and loving boyfriend. Kirishima let out an understanding ‘oh’ before pushing away from your lips and collapsing onto the couch next to you. 

Bakugou was silent and frozen as he looked at his feet, his nostrils flaring in his anger and embarrassment because what was he ever thinking?! Confessing to you when you had a boyfriend?!

“How’s Bakubro doing?” Kirishima cheered, his hand slapping against Bakugou’s taut shoulder with a wide grin. “Is he being a good friend?”

“You know he always is,” you laugh, your lips pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “He was about to tell me something, though!”

Bakugou froze when he felt your gaze and Kirishima’s fall on him, and acid shot to his mouth.

You had been dating Kirishima since the start of the third year at UA. It was a relationship he was always and has always been aware of because Kirishima never was secretive about his puppy love crush on you! Still, he knew this and fell for you. You were his best friend’s lover, and he fell in love with you. He could never say he was in love with you, not if he knew what was best for you and Kirishima. 

But even if he wasn’t the sixteen-year-old boy with anger issues from hell, there was a part of him that would always be that, and in a time where he needed to be calm and lie through his teeth, seething anger exploded in his chest.

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”

Both you and Kirishima froze, “W-What?”

Bakugou was a good hero because his quirk was powerful. Explosions were powerful, and they were deadly if misused. He wasn’t someone who could use his quirk as a means to save - sure he saved people every day, but he would never aim a blast towards a victim. That would be idiotic. Bakugou knew he wasn’t his quirk. He was explosive and bitter and mean at times, but he believed he was more than that. He was better than that. And for the past three years, he had been working on that part of himself, only for it to fall and collapse in an explosive fury right now.

He was dangerous.

“This entire time, I only gave you a shot because I knew you were seeing Kirishima. You’re fucking annoying though, an airheaded, a coward, and so fucking nosey, I wonder just how Kirishima is still with you! He can do so much fucking better than you, and it’s embarrassing that you can’t even see it!”

“You don’t mean that,” came your soft and utterly broken voice, your face pleading for him to say it was a lie, pleading that this was some joke. 

Tears burned at the back of his eyes but refused to form, and Bakugou wished he could say he was done after that, but the thing about destruction is that there was always more than just one wave. 

“I tried to be your friend, I did, but it was the worst mistake I made. You’re a shit friend, a shit hero, and a shit significant other. You’re not someone I admire or think of as an equal, and I think it’s best if you just left me the fuck alone.”

“You’re an asshole,” you laugh humorlessly, your eyes stone hard and staring daggers into Bakugou’s skull, but to his own horror, a steely laugh escapes his lips he shrugs.

“I’ve been called worse.”

You stood up, storming away from the loud room and slamming the door so loudly behind you it rattled the walls.

“What the hell was that, Bakugou?!” Kirishima gasped, his eyes wide in a fury and hurt, the once tipsy glaze to his eyes gone and only full of sober anger and disbelief. “That was the unmanliest shit I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth?! The fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Fuck off, go take care of the fucking crybaby,” Bakugou heaved, the tears burning even more as he folded his arms, his gaze focused on his feet once again.

“Did you know that y/n used to fucking like you?! All three years in high school y/n had the biggest fucking crush on you, and even when we got together… I knew those feelings still existed…” curling acid shot up his throat at the critical information. You had liked him? “For three years y/n tried to be your friend, and it didn’t work until the very end and you just… why did you do that?! You’re a fucking dick, Bakugou.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure if he was grateful or not when Kirishima pushed off the couch, his footsteps shockingly sober as he moved to chase after you. But the moment that Kirishima was out of sight and the karaoke room began to play the Disney classic, I won’t say I’m in love, something twisted in his soul and tears pushed through his eyes.

He loved you so fucking much, but as he always seemed to, he had destroyed every good thing in his life because of his attitude.

You were Kirishima’s, and it only really hit him now… how could you ever forgive him?

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11 notes • Posted 2021-02-15 19:52:28 GMT

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I don't know, I honestly don't think Starfox would have to be a major character for Harry to sign on. I feel like he might prefer it that way, maybe it is just a fun cameo, maybe his future role will be a character that pops up here and there, this might work better for his music and other commitments. I just don't get the vibe it has to be a major role in future for him

Harry never attended the Met Gala as a guest, only as host. He refused to appear in US Vogue unless it was as the first male ever to grace the cover. His first solo cover was Rolling Stone. His first ever acting role was a substantial part in a Christopher Nolan movie. He debuted his first solo single on SNL's first ever simultaneous east/west coast broadcast.

If you think he's signed with Marvel to play a cute now-you-see-him-now-you-don't cameo, you don't know him.

13 notes • Posted 2021-10-20 01:07:37 GMT

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Look at Harry’s defined abs! 😍

This was his sexiest performance ever! He was so relaxed too, looking to the side and laughing. I loved the fitted leather suit and the way he tossed the boa to the side and started grooving. His vocals were superb too. Harry has a unique depth and texture to his voice that is hard to define - it really pulls on your heart strings and is kind of a turn on too. Nobody else sounds like that. Zayn in comparison is just a generic high wailing singer.

14 notes • Posted 2021-03-15 00:38:39 GMT

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I’m sorry but I get it. It clicked. We got Harry’s Italy pics today and I finally understood all the Harry Styles hate blogs. How can they NOT hate him? Look at those pics! You either LOVE HIM and support him and are SO FUCKING HAPPY to be his fan, or you loathe him. He gives us EVERYTHING. He looks like a model, is intelligent and articulate, cultured, into all forms of art, works hard as fuck, quality music. Incredible content, nothing half assed. But he also doesn’t take himself seriously, is funny, witty, lovable, and kind to a fault. And he does it all without being in your face or annoying. OF COURSE they hate him 😭 they either surrender and worship him or go to the opposite spectrum and hate him. They can’t just ignore (almost) perfection.

Love this ask! So true. What would you rather have? A greedy bastard pushing NFTs at you, a grimy clown making a fish finger sandwich, or Harry Styles on a boat in Venice, arriving to film his arthouse movie?

15 notes • Posted 2021-06-14 18:18:23 GMT

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A lot of fandoms love to call Harry a "mediocre white men" when that’s very far from the truth, when he’s doing things very differently to any other white/male artists right now with similar level of success. I think people do that because they’re really threatened by him, not because he is/can be more successful than they're faves (male or female), but because he's successful playing the game industry very different than most artist of his generation are doing right now. P1/7

I'm mainly talking about how much control he gives to fans over his career. Harry is doing amazing without feeling the need to be on social media, selling access to his personal life or his creative processes, or putting content all the time to keep his fans interested and engaged.

He doesn’t feel the need to trick his fans into thinking they have some real access to him. He just puts his projects out (music, movies, photoshoots, etc.) when they’re ready, lets his fans and gp know, and then lets is decide if we want to support him or not.

Also, he doesn’t legitimate any discourse (negative, or rarely positive) on twitter or other social media, with replies/statements. Which make his fans and haters crazy lol .

Social media is the only place where fans feel they have some power over celebrities. Harry knows it, so he keeps away from it, keeps doing whatever he wants when he wants, no matter how much fans cries about it or haters try to drag him for it.

That’s basically it, that’s his general approach. As an artist he basically says “My art is the only thing I’m willing to give to you, take it or leave it” and I think it’s very smart and pretty fair (and may people have mostly took it!).

So, if he can do that, why other artist can’t do the same if they play their cards just right? That’s why I think he’s so threatening to other fandoms, and why so many people still are bitter about him not being on social media more.

He’s extremely successful without giving the control and the say to his fans about his career, level of access and his decisions/opinions, which other fandoms are very used to have in some grade, and they definitely don’t want to lose that. Hell, many of his fans still are trying to shame him to get that control back over him. They’re still failing tho.

So, people don’t want an artist like Harry being successful, because even tho he benefited a lot of 1D and its sm strategy, right now he’s sustaining his solo career without being a slave of it. He’s basically managing his career like previous generations of artists, where your music, art and charisma basically were the only way you could get famous and successful.

Actual stan culture cannot survive without artists all the time looking desperately for clout or earning woke points. Actual stan culture can't survive with artists like Harry, that’s why many fandoms try to drag him down

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Fully agree! 👏👏👏👏If only more artists were like Harry, we'd probably see the end of toxic stan twitter.

16 notes • Posted 2021-03-12 23:34:27 GMT

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OC Analysis #3: Silver

Silver was born by two stick figures as an only child. The three were a loving family all his entire life with him growing up. One day, while they are exploring a website called Ebay, they unknowingly recognize an attack occurring from nowhere. Silver would think that it was possibly an accident as they ignored it anyway. Everybody began panicking or pleading for their lives. His family goes hide underneath somewhere without a choice to avoid it and make sure Ebay is safe. When they find out what caused the destruction in the first place, it is revealed to be because of two stick figures’ rampage. The family would split up with Ivory remaining to take cover. Silver realizing everything in Ebay remained in mayhem, yet determined and desperately searched for a way out. He tries to get help from other stick figures, only for him to get an offscreen knockout. Frantically shocked after finding himself trapped beneath two heavy rubbles. He constantly called for anyone’s help hesitantly, but nobody heard him so far barring that Black missing his son. While Silver’s dad looks for him, Silver abruptly sees a black stick figure hovering towards him. He doesn’t even know who he is besides, referring to him as an “angel of death” may be the reason why he’s caused all this mess here. He tries reaching for Black but is cut off by being pummeled by a HUGE explosion (nearly) killing him before his dad could make it there. When Black initially thought his son had tragically perished, Silver somehow survived within a barrier at the last second. It’s revealed to be Mauve, who was the one blocking the explosion. She then drops down to catch him from the further explosions and throws it to his dad nearby. The family run for their lives to the way out while she takes care of the remaining survivors. Simultaneously, she meets all the slaughter over, one of the two approaching in front of her. Seeing who Silver’s attacker is, revealed to be the Chosen One, who was responsible for pouring a shooting star onto him. Horrified at how much of a killing machine he is (alongside another next to him), she goes with no choices as seemingly unable to clear it out to deal with the mass property damage. Silver’s family returned to the Outernet, upset they got interrupted by TCO and TDL’s sinister rampage. His father immediately decided to become a detective to work at a department, causing his wife to take care of him nowadays. Silver would know how to be a better person whenever his father isn’t around, although his father is still in his family but has grown busy in his job since then.

I got explaining about some notes Bion:

We don't know about where Silver lives yet as I know it's the Outernet, but I'm implying it's obviously a house somewhere in a suburban downtown.

I might say his father isn't present following the Ebay massacre, but has let his wife raise him alone so he could have time to handle the agency. Just don't interrupt Silver so he can make his daily life.

I guess Silver's parents have gone a while after Silver graduates from school. I'm not gonna talk about nor reveal their fates yet. I feel like making a discussion or a poll on here for you other Alan Becker fans to interpret about the former.

Silver isn't an adult and thus is a student, but I'm controversial to show what grade he's in. Also, I don't feel like revealing his age (as of now), yet he may have been ranging between preteens or the Stick Gang's age. So let me know if you wanna interpret

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he has a bit of a difficult time being patient.

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a03

pt. 2

It was a little untoward but did as good a job as any.

A blush burst like confetti in a rage rash across his cheeks; and if you didn't know any better, you'd think the mighty Katsuki was actually maybe a little embarrassed.

"Well?"

He shifted in his place, trying—and failing—to maintain a façade of a complacent blasé boy just casually asking out a close friend.

"Close" was a bit of a stretch for you. Yes, you found him quite brash and obnoxious and a little insensitive; but you couldn't deny what he meant to you. At least, you thought highly of him, and you were sure you could tell him anything—but you weren't positive that was reciprocated.

Was he one of your best friends? Yes.

Would you even dare to ask him how he felt about you? No.

You! Didn't! Want! To! Ruin! What! You! Had! It had taken what seemed like ages for him to finally warm up to you, without, like, actually exploding—and if you think you'd run the risk of watching that go down in flames? You considered yourself an idiot.

However, unbeknownst to you—Katsuki thought you were the world. If he could put it to words and send them out through that angry trap cursing everything to hell—he'd say you were a force of nature. A worthy rival, a trusted partner, and a kind and wonderful friend.

Except all he's got are angry bees and a tornado in his brain, at all times. As such, anyone he admired, he felt the need to challenge. On all levels physical, he planned to annihilate them. Which wasn't necessarily the case, well, in your case.

Although, there were—a few physical levels— He shook that thought away. That's an idea for a later date. The blush flared. 'Much later.'

But really, he loved provoking you. Only because you're so cute and intelligent and warm and messy—so, so messy—and he got a serious kick out of that. You're complex and human and alive. Despite your faults, you refused to let anything stop you in the end game—you refused to let that keep you from what you wanted. He watched you grow, and evolve and adapt to those weaknesses, and suddenly the line between strengths and not began to blur. He even dared to call you one of his personal heroes.

Thankfully for him, no one in the class noticed for the longest time.

Unsurprisingly, Kirishima was the first.

Bakugo would casually watch you walk into the room, head in his hand, eyes trailing each step you took. A silent Ejirou, sitting beside his best friend minding his own business, would look up startled—at the now fuming boy with a hand to his temple, or rubbing the back of his neck.

"You alright there, man?"

"Stomachache."

The dear boy would stare on in confusion, but keep to himself—a man's business was his business. Puzzled, he witnessed Katsuki all but sprint out the door, noticeably more red than his usual complexion. Then, minutes later, Katsuki would return, smelling notably more of burning sugar, and looking like he'd run maybe half a mile. Kiri wouldn't question it. Until, after that, across the room you'd laugh at something Denki or Ochacko had said, and Bakugo would stand right back up again.

"What's wrong?"

"It's back again." And that'd be the end of that.

It became a reoccurring thing throughout the weeks, when finally—bewilderdly—Kirishima would come to the conclusion Katsuki had been stubbornly avoiding. He popped the question a few weeks later.

"You like someone, don't you."

Class had taken a recess, and his best friend took the liberty to gravitate toward him with a pencil and notebook in hand to work on an upcoming assignment—hopefully without being disturbed, which already wasn't happening.

Bakugo's whole body twitched. "I– you– what– you weirdo what is that supposed to mean?"

Kirishima blinked owlishly at his friend. He wasn't sure what to say next, as he honestly didn't think he'd get this far.

"Well... you've been acting kinda strange lately... around someone in particular..."

Bakugo raised his eyebrows defensively. He hoped that did a good job of masking his expression, because he suddenly had a pretty good idea as to where this was going.

"Well, I mean..." Kirishima dragged a path along with his eyes, coming to a stop at an angle, gazing at you covertly through his lashes. Katsuki rolled his eyes, trying really hard to keep his heart from racing anymore than it already was. He pointedly looked back down at his paper, a tighter grip on his pencil.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

Eijiro couldn't keep a grin from crawling across his smug face.

"Oh, but I think you do."

After that, the secret couldn't keep to itself and the rest of the class began to trickle into the loop. Much to the surprise of everyone, they weren't all that surprised because they thought you're quite wonderful. But Katsuki? And a crush?

He couldn't help it; the guy seriously respected you.

With all of the determination rivalling theirs to become professional heroes, the class set to work on making this happen. They split up and rearranged classroom chores, made up excuses as to why they couldn't make it to study sessions where you and Bakugo attended, and shut out any outside obstacles—curfews, misplaced lunch seatings, Mineta.

"Oh, no, it's okay! You go ahead, I've got this," you chirped, in a positively upbeat mood. It was so absurdly warm, Kaminari felt guilty about moping the entire day to get out of his after school tasks. He'd managed to convince you he had a sick baby bird at home to tend to, before having to return to the dorms later tonight. Of course, that was a lie.

'It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause.' Denki knew he was a simpleton; but he'd be damned if he didn't have his moments.

"Are you sure? I'd really hate to trouble you, ya know," he offered, conjuring his best solicitous veneer, silently hoping he wasn't overdoing it now.

"No, yeah! Go on ahead; I heard you mention you had some personal things to take care of—you sounded really stressed about it." Denki had to will himself from openly clutching his chest and bursting into tears.

'Attentive and kind as always! I would expect nothing less of you.'

He opened his mouth to reply with something a little more heartfelt, but the burning gaze of Mina—probably stealthily situated peering through the windows facing the hall—stared holes into the back of his head. Kaminari's mouth snapped shut, and he took that as his cue to bounce. "Great! Awesome. Noice, thank you—" he rambled in an absolutely-not-guilty-at-all lilt. At the door though, he paused, throwing a suggestive smile over his shoulder, "—you kids have fun."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, not yet having received the eight new text messages from your other friends, conveniently busy with their own matters, as well.

After a while, Katsuki came to realize that this dancing around his feelings business was getting to be a little old. He felt pathetic, ordinarily used to tackling things head on. It took some serious convincing, on his part—but he knew what he wanted.

He tried small things, at first—microscopic, all considered, but this was Bakugo. Katsuki began propping doors open for you to pass by if you were walking together, like a real gentleman would.

He dropped snacks by your desk;"You forgot your money again, didn't you, dumbass?"

Always kept an extra water bottle on hand with your name on it; "Don't need you passing out during class, idiot."

He even gave you a little star sticker he had "found" on his way back from an orthodontist appointment; "It was stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I don't want it, you take it." It was in too perfect condition for that to be true.

By then he felt silly, recognizing that this probably wasn't going to be enough to get his point across; even if his friends, at least, noticed the small attempts (trying very hard to keep their mouths shut, all the while).

Katsuki didn't know where the fire was, but eventually he'd had enough of himself. This was going to happen, and it was going to happen today.

After an afternoon of mulling and seriously suppressed grins, Bakugo approached you with an imperceptibly wavering stride. He could launch himself into the heat of a fight no problem, but Katsuki Bakugo was not perfect—no matter how arrogant and prideful he was to admit that.

"Hey. Come practice with me."

You blinked in surprise, running your fingers along the hem of your uniform almost self consciously. It was nearing the evening, and you'd figured he would've joined everyone in studying back at the dorms.

'Although, I suppose sparring is a form of studying,' you reasoned with yourself.

'But... why me?'

He brought you to a secluded clearing, amongst the woodlands surrounding the campus. It wasn't so deep in as to hide evidence, but it was free enough from prying eyes and ears—he made sure of that, with a totally justified menacing promise on his classmates' lives. The overhang of leaves, swooping branches, and glistening waters—complete with lil frogs leaping amongst the moss—made this probably one of the best places he could think of for this exact situation. It was definitely the most fairy tale thing he had ever seen, which said a lot—his mother had dragged him and his father to TDL on many an occasion when he was a child.

Of course, he supposed it was just his stupid, newly developed romantic bastard brain romanticizing everything.

Setting the scene was the trick—because if that had gone wrong, then this would've been glossing near "patronizing", and would probably be much closer to a threat. In a way, you wryly wondered if it really was.

"Hey," he nearly barked. "Anyone home?"

You'd been standing in a silent stupor long enough for Katsuki to grow nervous-impatient. He'd put his hands in his pockets and kicked a little bit at the ground beneath him, trying to maintain some sense of calm. The glower in his eyes gave him away.

Your lips popped open in a fish face motion as you grappled for your words. "I–I– I'm really– I–" Your tongue stumbled over itself. Katsuki gave you an expectant look and you felt your cheeks turn a brand new shade of red.

"I just– I can't– I don't–"

You tried so hard, trying to find the right words. They stubbornly refused to appear, wrestling with each other in the deepest part of your gradually dizzying consciousness. Your hands trembled, waving around aimlessly, making a point you hadn't even begun to form yet.

Bakugo suddenly felt as though he had hit a wall. An invisible one, because this was exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. It grated at his ego and he was slowly getting more and more agitated, his deepest insecurities writhing under his skin. You stuttered and gestured, wringing your slicked palms on your clothes.

After a long, silent moment, his face fell into a stone cold stare you'd never seen directed at you before. It morphed from uncertainty, to a grimace you associated with catching a bad smell, and into an equable scowl. Your heart thumped to the pit of your stomach.

A forcibly steady breath through the nose. "Fine."

He straightened his posture.

"I get it."

The dark look stared down at you, something you were sure was one of his special moves. "It's whatever. It doesn't matter, anyway." Except it did.

Your eyebrows knitted, your pulse quickening. "Katsuki, I– that's not–"

Biting back a sneer, Bakugo seethed through his teeth. "Save it," he hissed. "I don't want to fucking do this if I'm the only one giving my all."

The shock that came to you is what you assumed being struck by lightning felt like. You wanted to laugh, and tell him that was such a Katsuki thing to say in a situation like this; but he was already stomping away, taking strides to double yours.

"Katsuki, wait!" You called out, feeling coming back to your legs, and made to move in after him. "Katsuki!"

His silhouette gradually disappeared into the leaves that had initially felt so welcoming, like they promised something.

You went as quick as you could, mindful of the roots and pockets of earth at your feet.

As Bakugo slid out of reach, his words were a deafening whisper in the hushed world around you.

"Just—leave me alone."

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{a/n: hello!! i have this split up bc i wanted to write a few more scenes under the same premise... plus!! having something extra to do gives me a little more motivation & inspiration to make new things; thanks for reading<3}