#im hysterical over this jsyk

[sanchoyo]

komaeda, kisshu, and bakugo for the kiss, kin, kill thing :'D

top 10 cursed asks youve sent me! AAAH

for the kiss part, I feel like Kisshu is the best option. HEAR ME OUT. If I kissed Komaeda, I’m gonna have to deal with ‘eeeewww, someone who isn’t an ultimate kissed me, youre so far beneath me, even worse than garbage’ rant for like 4 hours. if I kiss bakugo, then he’s gonna get pissed or start yelling, and I cry easy when ppl are mad. KISSHU is OBSESSED with ICHIGO and not me, so like, at worst he’ll be surprised and tease me about it. but I think I could handle that better than the other two....also his kiss with ichigo is fast. I could do that. super fast then run to the mouthwash

kinning bakugo bc he gets to be kidnapped by the lov and I’m jealous. id be a terrible kinnie bc id immediately say yes to joining, but, u know, better than kinning KOMAEDA. also ive already got sweaty palms, :’0

sorry komaeda. but also I dont feel THAT bad bc hes already canonly died once, whats like, one more time 🔪  (and in the context of dr, like, dying/getting killed is to be EXPECTED SO.)

[workitholland]

If You’re Reading This - s.r.

If You’re Reading This - s.r.

Got the inspo for this from my love Ava and the song “if you’re reading this” by tim mcgraw. (sue me i used to love country music when i was younger)

WARNINGS: DEATH, CRYING, THIS TAKES PLACE IN THE 40’s JSYK (not really a warning buuuut)

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The bright sunlight rushing through the kitchen windows illuminates the dust particles flying through the air as you get into your spring cleaning. Cleaning with a growing baby bump really made things difficult, especially since your darling husband Steve wasn’t around to help you. You spin on your heels and strut towards the window near the front door, seeing two men dressed in uniforms approaching your property.

You hurry towards the door, stumped as to why they would be here. “Are you Y/N Rogers?” the taller one asks, adjusting his arms behind his back. “Yes I am, is there something wrong?” You question, and the gentleman hands you a sheet of paper. You begin to read the words you dreaded most, clutching onto your bump as you begin to shake, tears bursting from your eyes. “This can’t be happening..” You sob, the notifier giving his condolences. “He wanted to make sure you got this if anything happened..” The man hands you a letter with your name on it, written in Steve’s handwriting. You retreat back into your house, sobbing hysterically into the plush couch cushion, letter clutched to your chest.

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“Sarah.. I was waiting until you got here to read this..” You sniff, pulling out the letter from Steve. You open it hesitantly, hands shaking with every movement. You wipe your puffy eyes, sniffling before reading the first lines.

“Dear My Beautiful Wife, Y/N-

If you’re reading this, my momma’s sitting there, looks like I only got a one way ticket over here..” You feel your heart clench inside your chest, then reach out to grab Sarah’s hand for comfort. “I sure wish I could give you one more kiss, war was just a game we played when we were kids, me and Buck. I’m laying down my gun, I’m hanging up my boots, i’m up here with God and we’re both watching over you.” A tear slips and soaks through the paper in your shaky hands. You look up and lock eyes with Sarah. She gives you a nod and sniffles, telling you to proceed.

“So lay me down in that open field out on the edge of town. And know my soul is where my momma always prayed that it would go. If you’re reading this, i’m already home. If you’re reading this, halfway around the world, I won’t be there to see the birth of our little girl.. I hope she looks like you.. gosh, I hope she fights like me. I hope she stands up for the innocent and the weak...” You place your hand on your growing bump, fighting back a breakdown because your daughter will never know her amazing father. But she will be a fighter, just like her daddy.

“Baby, there’s gonna come a day when you’re gonna move on, and that’s okay, okay? Remember i’m in a better place now, even if that place doesn’t include you and our little baby girl.” You shake your head, knowing you’ll never be able to find another love like Steve. You don’t want another love. You want your Stevie back.

“I’ll love you forever, doll. Forever and Always. Just promise me one thing. Never forget me, okay? Let my momma take care of you, let her be there for you and our little girl. I love all more than you’ll ever know, I wish it didn’t end like this.. Love Endlessly, Stevie.”

You immediately retreat back to broken sobs, Sarah quick to your side. “It’s gonna be alright, darling. He’s in a better place, he said it himself. You don’t have to find someone else, just take care of you and that amazing bundle of joy.” A tear slips down her own cheek, seeing young love ripped apart by war. More tears follow as she thinks to herself about having to bury her own son.

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“Y/N, could you please say a few words?” The reverend asks, moving for you to step onto the pedestal. “I don’t know where to start.. Don’t take life for granted.. Steve never did. He threw himself out there at the war to defend his home and his small, but growing, family. He was an amazing man, and Im so glad I had the pleasure of meeting him, marrying him, and carrying on his legacy.” You place your hand on your bump again as you step off the pedestal, moving over to the casket, placing your hand on the smooth wood.

You hunch over the casket, crumpling up the flag that draped elegantly over the sides. You pull your head up off of your arms, letting a few stray tears soak into the colored fabric of the flag. You move away, letting the ceremony commence. They remove the flag, folding it and handing it to you. You clutch it close to your heart, holding onto one of the last pieces of Steve you have. You set it on the chair behind you, moving back to the casket with his mother, hand in hand. You each take a handful of soil and a rose, throwing it onto the casket as they begin to slowly lower it into the ground. You blow a kiss goodbye to the love of your life, for the last time. “I love you Stevie.. Watch over us..”

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“Y/N! You’re almost there! Push!” Sarah encourages, holding one of your hands and using her free hand to wipe the forming sweat off of your forehead. You whimper, laying your head back onto the pillow. “Sarah.. I can-“ You begin, Sarah cutting you off. “You can, and you will. I’m here.” She comforts, squeezing your hand as you start to scream again, pushing. As soon as little cries erupt into the room, you let out a breath of relief, laying back on the pillow.

Not long after, a little pink bundle is placed on your chest. Looking down, you’re met with the most beautiful thing you have ever laid eyes on. “Hi..” You whisper, touching her cheek gently. “Did you decide on a name?” The doctor asks, and you smile, looking at Sarah for approval to tell. “Her names Stevie.”