#ugh too many emotions for them waaaaa

[hechose]

he can't stop thinking about all the ways in his life he has used other people as a means to gain freedom. armand spent his whole, long life, unable to truly get a grip on his own freedom. he knew what it was he craved, but making it happen... it always felt difficult for the person he had been. wrestling with ideas of worth, of what was deserved. too many ghosts in his head, too many voices and hands telling him his worth that it left him empty of identity. so quick to jump between those that could give him some sense of that. but it never worked, did it? so he moved on and on, enabling the destruction in hopes what came next might finally work.

this was the first time in his over five hundred years that armand finally thought he had an idea of what freedom truly meant. but there was still... adjustment to be done. lessons to learn. and, well... who better than lestat, really? a beacon for trouble and chaos, a seeker of it, sure. but... he was free, wasn't he?

smoke is exhaled and armand's head drops back, eyes closing for a moment as he just breathes, flashes of his life replaying for a moment. "emptiness. perhaps not... in the moments, but... after. now. a great void that i long to fill." head drops and he looks to lestat again with a small smile, a sigh. "and it all makes the... anger louder too." and perhaps that was the truth, that armand had been angry for... centuries. an anger never permit to be released and he partially hates the way he looks at lestat now, as if he might have answers. or perhaps even a guide.

"it all looks good on you though, it always has."

lestat takes the offered cigarette, balanced unlit between his fingers until armand sits down. he chooses to lean forward and close enough to press the unlit tip to armand's, lighting his own before he rests back against the neglected sofa.

trouble had come for him as long as he could remember. a child who could never reach his family's expectations, an actor catching the gaze of a deranged vampire —paris, new orleans, and paris again, trouble could be a noose or a comfortable cocoon.

❝ i'm a beacon for it, ❞ he replies, and to armand's smile, he flashes a grin before inhaling a drag from the cigarette. it's almost comfortable here. no animosity from the vampire turned rockstar, not tonight, not just then. ❝ or perhaps i yearn for it, i'm not sure. ❞ he tilts his head, blue eyes settling on the other with curiosity.

❝ it's so much easier when you stop fighting it, isn't it? what has repression ever given you? ❞

[tonhwa]

Hi I found you off AO3! I finished reading this fic and I wanna sob and tear my heart out ... in like the most positive way for you LMAO. This fic was so good ; _ ; I haven’t been active on tumblr bc 🎊life. But after I finished reading this fic I wanted to scream my heart out and share it with everyone. UGH MY HEART HURTS BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD AS WEIRD AS THAT SOUNDS. You wrote this beautifully and the way you structure your sentences is fucking amazing. Your descriptions of the characters turmoil fucking wrecked me. How you describe the present, future, and past blending into one and how no one was able to understand what the reader was saying. Like the helplessness of the inevitable and how despite knowing it all the mc couldn’t prevent any of it? AND THAT ENDING???? Bitch I wanna sob so bad I fucking teared up. This was written beautifully I can’t stress this enough????? Like I’m surprised it doesn’t have thousands of likes. Like I hate that it hurts so much and that I like having my heart crushed but I’m so glad I found this fic I’ve reread it like 3 times already because you really pulled a bunch of emotions out of me. aaaaaa how do I even explain how fucking sad I am but so satisfied at the same time. AND THE FACT THAT BOTH OF THEM KEPT PROMISING MC THAT THEY WOULDNT DO ____ BUT SHE KNEW THAT ITS A LIE BC SHE KNOWS THE FUTURE I just AKSKSLSLSL. I’m gushing too much. But ok Ok ok I wanna say that there were so many quotes in there that fucking hurt my heart btw ( but like I love the quotes) like “ I loved you, I love you, I will love you forever, “ and “Watch your wings. You’re flying too close– too close, you’re going to get burned.” They might now be like mundane in the tense to others but when I read it my heart hurt ; _ ; wahhh the fic was so good. Mainly bc throughout this fic you used these different tenses in order to show the inevitable but you wrote it in such a poetic way that really just fucking ripped the air out of my lungs. And that moment where shigaraki mentioned her as forgotten I’m just in pain. Your writing was beautiful and this was such a joy to read ugh. Everything ties together so well and by the end I’m just left with suffering ( but like in a good way). The fact that we already know what happens in the manga makes the visions even more ... pain ... ladjklajjddkaksj. I loved this fic and I love your writing. Ugh i want more i don’t like reading angst but I’d read it if it’s from you. >_< i wish this fic would have a happy ending but life aint like that waaaaa. And damn idc what fandom you write for id read anything you write after this masterpiece. Ok thank you I gushed too much. I look forward to more of your work ! The fic concept was super interesting. Idk if there’s more like it but it’s the first time I ever saw this kinda concept you’re too good aaa. I give you my heart and puthy ty ❤️

sharing beds like little kids

(SPOILERS, 18+)

Pairings: Hawks | Takami Keigo x Reader, a little bit of Dabi x Reader

Summary: And you, poor thing, singing a song no one understands, future-touched, future-burned. Fate’s poor child. The pain of your cup is already poured. You know it all at once.

As a child, the Hero Commission plucks you from your home because of the potential in your Quirk, where you meet Keigo and Touya.

(Childhood friends to lovers. A lot of angst. Some hurt/comfort. Spoilers.)

Warnings: Angst, smut, unhealthy relationships, dependent relationships, some violence, virgin reader, loss of virginity, electroshock therapy, the reader gets her mind scrambled

If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this!

A/N: hello! this is my first fic for the bnha fandom!! it is very very angsty! i promise i have other happier/more fun/sexier ideas that i’m working on/will work on but this is the one that wouldn’t leave my head! it’s also somewhat experimental for me! so i would really love any feedback!! i’ve been writing fanfic for awhile, just in other fandoms, so i’m new to this one and would love to make some friends, too!! pls don’t be shy!

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You’re six when you’re swept up from the dilapidated house that you’d been born into. You screamed and cried for your mom as unfamiliar hands brought you somewhere new and sleek and modern. No holes in the wall. No clawing in the floorboards, no scuttering in the wainscotting. No rust or creaks. It’s all so pristine.

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